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deliciousangelfestival · 11 months ago

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The Malicious Daughter Is Back! - 4

Character : Bucky Barnes x Female!Reader

Summary: It's just a business marriage. Bucky thought it would be easy until he encountered the stepsister of his fiancée. She turned his world upside down.

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Bucky was speechless after you kissed his hand, even though it was through the leather gloves.

You let go of his hand. "Was that too much? Sorry, I’m just overwhelmed by the offer you gave."

“I take that as a yes?” Bucky asked, still processing.

“Well yeah, didn’t I seal it by kissing your hand? I thought it was clear.” You smiled, a hint of playfulness in your eyes.

Bucky chuckled softly. "That's a new way to accept an offer, but joke aside, I’m grateful you accepted."

You lowered your guard, leaning back slightly. "So what happens next? I have to say, I won’t do anything that makes me a homewrecker."

“Oh gosh, nothing like that,” Bucky reassured you, his tone earnest.

“That’s a relief.” You let out a breath, feeling more at ease.

Suddenly, Bucky's phone rang. He picked it up and saw the caller ID: "Victoria." He bit the inside of his cheek, not wanting to talk to her at this moment. However, he didn't want to ignore the call either, as his fiancée would quickly learn that he had no feelings for her.

He excused himself to answer the call. "Hello?"

"Hello, my fiancé. I apologize for bothering you, but I heard something that doesn't sit quite right with me. I heard that you are with my older sister?" Victoria asked, her voice calm and cheerful, though her perfectly manicured fingers were crumpling a few papers nervously on the other end.

Bucky felt like he had just been caught cheating. "I am. I have something to discuss with her because of what happened last night."

"Oh, I see. Alright, I won’t bother you. See you soon." Victoria ended the call, smirking as she looked at her phone. She knew Bucky's reputation—quiet and calm but ruthless if disrespected. She remembered how you embarrassed him last night and thought perhaps he was giving you a warning.

Victoria felt a tickle of satisfaction, believing Bucky understood her without her needing to lift a finger. She felt lucky to have him as her fiancé.

Bucky, not entirely sure what had just transpired, felt relieved that Victoria didn't seem suspicious and quickly ended the call.

He returned to you and saw you chatting with the waitress and his secretary. In seconds, you had already become close to new people.

Unlike you, Bucky’s circle of friends all had to undergo background checks before he could trust them.

"Let’s talk in the car. I’ll drop you off," Bucky suggested.

"Sure," you agreed, thinking this would save you transportation money.

Inside the luxurious car, you felt like you were being enveloped by the comfortable seat. Even if you worked for 20 years on your teacher’s salary, you wouldn’t be able to afford this car.

Bucky wore his reading glasses and read a document. He spoke to you without lifting his head. "Tomorrow, after your school is over, I’ll pick you up, and we'll meet my psychiatrist."

You raised your eyebrows in surprise.

Bucky explained, "He knows my condition, and I hope bringing you to meet him will help us find a solution." His voice sounded serious, a little desperate.

"Have you had this disorder since you were little?" you asked.

He flinched, his hand stopping mid-motion as he was about to flip the paper. "It started when I was 12 years old," Bucky replied, his voice tinged with a hint of vulnerability.

His expression turned grieving. You knew this was the moment to stop asking questions; after all, you’d just met him for the second time. There’s a limit to how personal you can get with someone you barely know.

🥀🥀🥀🥀

The car stopped in front of a small house. It looked old but cozy, especially the garden with its many flowers. Bucky wondered if it was you who took care of all the roses.

You rolled your eyes, "It was my grandma who has the green thumb."

Bucky glanced at the flowers. "Pretty. I’m grateful for your cooperation, but I hope none of this gets leaked to outsiders."

So he was giving you a warning. You made a gesture of zipping your lips. "My lips are sealed." Then you closed the car door and headed to your house.

After he saw you enter the house, he told his driver to start the car.

You watched the car drive away from behind the curtain.

"Is that your boyfriend, my Ophelia?" The cheerful voice of an older woman startled you. You jumped, turning to see your grandma, Cassandra, standing beside you.

She smiled at you, happiness evident in her eyes, but you couldn't share her joy. To your grandmother, you were her daughter, Ophelia, your mother, who had passed away years ago.

Life had been cruel to her, taking away her only daughter, her son-in-law ignored her, and her business at the same time, which took a significant toll on her. The final blow was dementia.

She didn’t remember you at all. At 70 years old, her mind had regressed to when she was 40. Because of the striking resemblance between you and your mother, she thought you were Ophelia.

You sighed and put on a smile for her. "No, he's just a friend."

Cassandra giggled. "Really? Your father will be jealous when he hears this. Uhuk... uhuk..." She started coughing. You bring her to sit on her chair.

Your heart clenched each time you heard your grandma cough. It was getting worse.

She needed surgery, but you didn't have the money.

Having a rich father like Jonathan was useless because you didn't have access to your money. The reason was clear: Genevieve and Victoria.

She really hated you and wanted you to starve to death.

You quickly put a blanket on Cassandra lap and turned on the air humidifier to help ease her cough.

As you added the eucalyptus and lemongrass essential oil into the humidifier, your eyes caught the family photo on the wall. It was a picture of your family—your dad, your mom, and your grandparents—standing in front of your childhood home. Everyone was gathered to celebrate your birthday. But now, it was all just a memory.

You clenched your fist, feeling a surge of determination. Soon, you would get what was supposed to be yours.

💋💋💋💋

The next day after school, you went with Bucky to see the psychiatrist. But before that, the school was in an uproar because of the clothes you were wearing. You, who always dressed like a vampire hunter in jeans, combat boots, a grey shirt, and a black jacket, were now wearing a casual outfit with a vintage aesthetic.

You wore a cream-colored blouse tucked into a high-waisted plaid skirt paired with brown loafers and a light brown blazer with elbow patches. Your hair was styled in soft waves, and you carried a small leather satchel. The change in your appearance left everyone talking.

Jimmy couldn’t believe you were the same teacher who always yelled at him. “Who are you?”

You replied with a smirk, “Your worst nightmare.”

Everyone nodded in agreement. Despite your elegant outfit, you still commanded authority.

Bucky also noticed the change in your appearance. “You look different.”

You explained, “I don’t want your psychiatrist to think that I could be a bad influence on you.”

“Fair point,” he nodded in agreement.

After a while, both of you arrived at the destination, a fancy clinic. The receptionist, already accustomed to Bucky's appointments, greeted him warmly. “He’s waiting for you.”

Bucky led you to the room, which was bright and comfortable, conducive to a relaxed atmosphere. The walls were painted in calming colors and adorned with abstract art, and the furniture was modern yet inviting.

There was already someone sitting in the chair, holding a pen and a writing board. It was Dr. Javier, who had known Bucky for a long time.

Javier waited until both Bucky and you were seated. "You told me that you had a breakthrough. Is it her?" he inquired.

Bucky nodded, taking off his leather gloves and putting on a pulse oximeter on his finger. He then reached for your hand, and you placed yours in his.

Javier widened his eyes and adjusted his glasses. Bucky showed no signs of panic attacks, and his pulse appeared normal. "Wow. Incredible. How long has this been happening?" Javier asked.

Bucky replied, "Three days."

"After you touched her, you mentioned trying to shake somebody else's hand. Did the panic attacks suddenly reappear then?" Javier inquired further.

Bucky confirmed, "Yes."

Javier wondered what made you so special. Suddenly, he moved closer to you without warning.

You exclaimed, "What the-?"

“Interesting,” Javier nodded. “I can think of one reason: your body fragrance.”

You were taken aback. Did you really smell bad? You started sniffing your clothes. They were still new; you had only worn them three times, and they had been dry cleaned.

Then you remembered, “I am surrounded by buckets of sweat and cigarettes.”

Being around students who smoked and sweated a lot due to their frequent sports activities made you open all the classroom windows to get rid of the smell.

Bucky found it difficult to accept that his disorder could be triggered by your body odor.

Javier felt as though four eyes were judging him. He cleared his throat. “Ahem. Your case is one of a kind, Bucky. Perhaps her scent doesn’t trigger your trauma—” He didn’t continue when he felt someone glaring at him.

Trauma? Bucky’s trauma? You wondered what Javier meant.

Bucky crossed his arms and changed the subject. “So the solution to my disorder is the smell of a locker room?”

Javier raised both arms, trying to calm down his patient's anger. “I’m not saying it’s the solution, but it could be.”

Bucky sighed heavily. What kind of nonsense was this? But the way he met you was also out of the blue. His life is full of surprises now.

Author Note: Poor Cassandra. 🥺 Also the reader is a non-smoker.

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musicfeedsmysoul12 · 1 month ago

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Au, vampire quirk Izumi

“No I'm not related to Toga Himiko!” Izumi said. She clenched her hands under the table, completely sick of the conversation. The detective in front of her didn't look like he believed her. She nearly bared her fangs at him but lifted her chin up instead. “Which you would know since I've been asked several times and Detective Tsukauchi even asked.” it took everything not to hiss.

That at least made the man in front of her wince. “Ah, well we need to-”

“Need to check files and records? I agree.” Izumi interrupted him. The man wilted in front of her, letting Izumi feel a bit of petty glee.

Asshole.

The door opened and Naomasa was there, scowling at the other detective. “Go.” he ordered. The man wordlessly obeyed. Naomasa turned to Izumi with an apology on his lips but she shook her head.

“No, its not enough Naomasa,” Izumi sighed. “I have to get to work.” she stood up and left the interrogation room. Sansa was waiting for her while holding her floor length jacket, gloves, huge sun hat and parasol. Izumi took it with thanks before dressing quick.

Nezu would understand why she was late for work but she hated it still. Ever since that Toga girl started running around with the Leauge of Villains people looked at her funny.

“No one asks Vlad,” Izumi grumbled.

… okay a bit unfair. Controlling blood wasn't the same as drinking it. It was a common misconception that most blood based Quirk users needed to drink blood. It was actually probably only about 1 in 20 did. Izumi though was very different given she was basically a vampire. Her Quirk had come in when she was eighteen, older then most but given she was stuck in a eighteen year old body…

She was so happy she hadn't been younger.

Once Izumi was out the police station she spotted a familiar car. Sighing with relief, she headed over to open the door. “Hey Toshinori, thanks.” she told the skeletal man driving.

“Its no trouble Izumi,” Toshinori smiled at her. “Your mother messaged me about you being taken by the police again.” he shook his head in disgust. “You’d think they would read their files.”

“They’re cops. Most think their jobs are just to escort criminals with heroes doing all the work. Hell I doubt the guy I was talking to knew I’m an underground hero.” Izumi slipped into the car with a roll of her eyes. Toshinori groaned.

He’d been dating her mother for a while, and the two were stupidly happy together. Toshinori had come a long way since his more naive thoughts about how things worked, and was disgusted with a lot of society’s blunders.

“Hi Sibella-Sensei,” the teenager in the back, Aizawa Shouta, said.

“We’re not at school yet kid,” Izumi said over her shoulder. “And my mom is dating your dad.”

Toshinori went red as did Shouta. Izumi grinned at them, pleased that she could draw thus reaction from them. Her phone buzzed in her coat pocket, and she dug it out. Denki was texting her.

Denki: Babe! Your mom said you got picked up! Are they asking about Toga AGAIN?

Izumi: Sadly they did. Toshinori got me and Naomasa showed up. Don't think this guy will do it again.

Denki: Better not! Love you!

Izumi: Love you to.

#bnha #bnha au #guess where her hero name comes from #role swap of sorts #Izumi Denki Mina Tenya all swapped with characters #so did Katsuki #its a mess #Vampiric Teacher AU #fem Izuku #might be trans girl Izuku #not sure #KamiDeku

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jean-optimal · 3 months ago

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I'm here with some prompt. So, let Renesmee and Lucanis speak for you. they can do it best)

What first attracted your Rook to their LI? What attracted their LI to your Rook?

Renesmee: "I was attracted by his his kindness. He was like a knight in shining armor in front of me at the library of the villa where me and Viago lived. I was 14 when Catherina and her grandsons paid a visit there for the audience of the new Fifth Talon. She tried to unite the Houses much earlier before the storm approaching. So, it was a first time I and Lucanis met.

He was 20. Very nice. Very handsome. I was just staring at him and Illario with the adoration. Oh, Maker, they both were beautiful... Before Illario opened his mouth in my direction. I had my chest already growing since I was a teenager so... If translate his phrase from Antivan, it meant something like "Hey, gal, your brain grown to your tits, isn't it?" Actually, it was pretty rude, according to the point he was talking to the little Crow of House de Riva. Lucanis interrupted him and apologized... It all was because I accidentally overheard them briefing about their future contract. I was embarrassed so much for the interrupting! Of course, my alchemy studies dropped out of my head. But... I even didn't know how fateful will be this meeting for me in future.

We started to meet more, to talk between our studies and contracts. And once...

We started our relationship officially when I was 22. Before all happened, not so long before he became called 'The Demon of Vyranthium'. We accidentally took the contacts on the targets nearby each other. Two brothers here, at Treviso. And he saved me. And standing on the rooftop... I said the words I had in mind. "Te amo, mi corazon..." I still remember his surprise. He didn't expect such words from the other Crow. But... He accepted them. He relied on me. But we both didn't know what will spoil our relationship.

We broke up because of rumors. He believed them and doubted in me. In us. We argued, and once... He left me alone. I was broken. Then Illario found me... I don't remember what happened but I remember myself waking up next morning in the cold bed. Lucanis already left and... I even didn't manage to find him, to say 'I'm sorry'...

My life gave me a chance to fix it when Varric found me. And I had in mind only one thing. I needed to find Lucanis. But I didn't know, will he agree to join the Veilguard or not. But maybe my charm still worked, maybe Neve's presence did, he agreed. It was our chance to fix everything, to show how we appreciated everything.

I... Still loved him. And he did too. Two broken people united again to help each other. I couldn't fail. Not again. So we did everything to rebuild our love. I'm grateful to my fate and to Lucanis that we made it."

Lucanis: "I never thought of the relationship. I was alvays concentrated on my work and targets to kill. Even when I met her first time... She was a beautiful and insufferable one in her 14 and it didn't change with the years passing by. Her pragmatism was infecting. Her charm... Undeniable. Did I know that she's in love with me? Of course, I noticed. But I didn't want to trust the first woman in love I met. The love, the trust... Is a weakness in our line of work, you know. But once I decided to let her in.

Maybe, it was a mistake I made but... The beautiful mistake. She's as stubborn as I am, I knew she will go to the final. I felt the same attraction she had to me. But this love... Its final left me torn apart. She broke my heart and I wished to never see her again, afraid of falling back in this deep blue eyes of the master of the lies and forgery she was.

But... I couldn't deny her own suffering. And we... I... I decided to start again when she proved her words. Love and trust are the weaknesses in our world but we both became too attached to each other to deny it. I let her in back again to never let go."

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Is their relationship a secret? Who knows about it?

Renesmee and Lucanis: "Well, we tried to keep it secret. But Viago got to know before we even started. Of couse, he was suspicious but then he started to trust too, concidering it as a good chance to unite the Houses de Riva and Dellanorte. Just Catherina was cautious. But... All changed after the events with the evanuris and the Dread Wolf.

Neve was the first one in the Veilguard who got to know about us. She just saw our reactions to each other, it wasn't hard to guess that things were deeper than it seemed. And then... Everyone in the Veilguard. But we didn't let them into our private life. It was ours."

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If your Rook took their LI on a romantic date, what would it be like?

Renesmee: "Hm... Maybe, I'd took him onto that roof where I confessed him in love again. And then we'd go to Cafe Petra to taste the new blend of coffee. Knowing Lucanis' preferences, it could be the perfect time to do it.

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What does life look like for your Rook and LI after the game?

Renesmee: "You already know, Lucanis made me a proposal at Satinalia festival. Our marriage was two months later. So, I became the lady of House Dellamorte. And then, about a year later, I got to know I was pregnant with our first child. Our daughter, Catherina Vithelia, was born at the beginning of the next year. And two years later our son Vincenzo was born. And... If my first birth giving went well, the second... Was hard. Lucanis was wounded on the mission, I was worried about him and than went ill and laid down. The birth giving of Vincenzo almost killed me. But... I can't hate my own child. Even if he's a mage. I'm just happy that Lucanis is surrounded by the family, the people he loves and can rely. Even in the Crows."

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cheesesandwichsanto · 1 month ago

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First wife

Summary: An alliance has to be formed and Sigurd won’t allow anyone to disrespect his wife.

Pairing: Sigurd Bloodhair x f!first wife reader

Warning: mentions of polygamy, age-gap (like 15-20 years, reader is in her 20’s, he’s like in his 40‘s)

Word Count: ~1.6k

A/N: he reminds me of Negan Smith from TWD (idk why) maybe because of his grey hair (or his dilf vibes)

Proof-read by my friend @whitedarkmoonflower 🖤

If you enjoy the story; likes, reblogs and comments are really appreciated 🖤

You were his first wife.

And nothing would change that.

When Skade came into your life and became his second, you didn’t even bother.

You knew your worth.

Being raised by a Danish earl as a warrior and going to war was how you met him.

He stood on the opposite of the field, holding his shield and axe, ready to fight, to kill, to conquer the territory of your father.

But when he laid his eyes on you the will to fight turned into something else. Desire. Love.

He just had to have you.

He always got what he wanted.

This time; the territory and a marriage with you. Your people and your land became one.

He was much older than you, but still a very handsome and fierce warrior.

Everybody had respect for him.

When one day the seer Skade came into the Great Hall, he fell in love with her too.

So she became his second wife.

But you couldn’t care less.

You and your sister wife were friends, there was no jealousy nor some competition between you two.

After you failed to rescue Lady Skade from Lord Uhtred, you were on the way back to the camp, hearing that Lord Haesten and his warriors were there waiting for your husband to form an alliance.

It was early in the morning, and as you both approached the large tent you noticed two men standing in front of it.

One of them had black dreads and eyes as dark as the depth of the sea, and the other one was blonde and well fed.

The last one must be Haesten, Sigurd told you about him and his manners (if you could even call it that).

You noticed them scrutinizing you from your braided hair, to your armor and fur cloak, to your weapons down to your boots.

You knew what they were thinking and you didn’t like it one bit.

And neither did your husband.

“Lord Sigurd, you haven’t mentioned once that you have a warrior that beautiful, a real jewel” Lord Haesten said, trying to make you feeling fluttered.

Eying you again while grinning archly.

“She’s indeed a treat for one’s eye.” The warrior next to Haesten agreed, unable to take his eyes off you and spoke further “Her man must be one lucky bastard”

“Oh I am indeed lucky to have a wife with beauty like her.” Sigurd looked at you proudly. Pulling you closer by your waist.

Both warriors looked shocked and embarrassed.

“I thought you already had a wife? Don’t get me wrong Lord, but she must be half your age…” Haesten asked confused.

“Skade is my second wife. She got taken from me by that Saxon bastard, but I will get her back soon enough. Y/N is my first and she is in fact younger than me.” he explained “So don’t even try to start something here, she’s mine and she will stay mine.”

He walked into the tent, you following close behind.

He has always been possessive, or better said obsessed with you.

Protecting what’s his.

It got even worse since Skade’s absence.

But you didn’t mind.

He just didn’t like sharing.

In the tent all of you sat down on the tree stumps, to discuss the next steps of the alliance.

“I meant no offense before Lord Sigurd. We just wanted to point out her beauty, that’s all” Haesten tried to apologize. Something insincere in his voice.

But before you husband could answer you raised your hand.

A sign for him to let you speak.

“I know men like you, and I’ve always knew men like you. You are all the same. Don’t think I didn’t notice what you both were doing earlier, imagining me sharing my bed with you. But forget it, I will always be loyal to my husband. I am his.” You looked back to Sigurd.

Him directing his face and next words towards them both.

“You are only tolerated here because you are Danes and your excuse sounds a bit to unnaturally, don’t you think? We are here talking business and that doesn’t involve my wife.” Sigurd stated.

“Lord, please, we weren’t doing anything a man with two healthy eyes wouldn’t do. We were just admiring. We haven’t seen a woman like her for a long time and the Saxon women are just… not our taste. I just have to admit she is stunning. I think you as her husband can just agree” The other one, Dagfinn, tried to solve the situation.

You just rolled your eyes.

“She doesn’t need your compliments nor your attention. You better keep your hands and your eleventh finger to yourself. Both of you. You are here for an alliance. So why are we still talking about my wife?” He wondered, getting more and more annoyed every second.

Sigurd wasn’t one to play with when it came to you.

You were not an object to be discussed about.

“Yes of course…” Dagfinn answered quietly.

“I think I am not needed here, I am going to my tent. I am awaiting you later” you said into the round, but the last part was meant for Sigurd.

The alliance has been formed.

They would unite their forces against the Saxons.

After Haesten’s allie Aethelwold arrived, the men sat around the campfire, discussing strategies and how everything will be divided after the victory.

You were in your tent, enjoying time while resting for a bit, washing yourself and braiding your hair again.

You exited the tent, wearing your most comfortable tunic and went to get a horn of ale for your husband.

You approached Sigurd and hand over the cup. Him sending you a loving smile as a thank you. It’s the small things that matter too.

Haesten and Dagfinn looked at you, but their gaze didn’t linger.

Seems like they learned their lesson.

“A servant bringing ale. How convenient. Maybe she can bring ale to my tent later” the Saxon said out of nowhere. A dumb smile on his face.

You froze and glanced at him icy.

The nerves he had.

You were called a lot; Sigurd’s whore, Bloodhair’s bed warmer; but servant was a new one.

Sigurd was deep in a conversation with the others, but as soon as Aethelwold spoke those words he held in.

Everyone went silent.

His jaw tightened.

Oh oh. Here we go.

“A servant you say? Have you seen her bringing the other men ale?” Sigurd was still calm, remaining seated but that’s going to change any second.

“I just assumed…”

“well you assumed wrong. She is my wife. How dare you to talk about her like that.” Sigurds voice raised, became sharp as a knife. Him getting up, towering above Aethelwold with his broad shoulders.

He won’t accept anyone disrespecting you.

You could see how Aethelwold was sending his last prayer. He opened his mouth to speak, to stutter an apology, but he was silenced by Sigurd again “Shut your mouth! Do you know what normally happens to people treating my wife like that?!”

You just smiled to yourself.

It was amusing how easily he could intimidate other people, and seeing the arrogant smile whipped out of Aethelwold’s face was just a bonus.

Aethelwold cleared his throat, focusing at the ground, too scared to look into your direction. “My dearest apology, Lady. I didn’t want to disrespect you…” he quietly said. “Louder, she can’t hear you!” Sigurd yelled again.

“I am sorry, I meant no disrespect, Lady” he said a little bit louder this time, following by slightly bowing into your direction. Sigurd sat down again.

“I accept your apology.” You answered, standing behind Sigurd, your hands on his shoulders.

“You can consider yourself lucky that she accepts. I’m not in the mood to shed Saxon blood tonight. But if you disrespect her again, I will make sure you understand the consequences.” He just loved to push his point home.

You just laughed, turning around and walking back to your tent, getting ready for bed.

Sigurd was sitting with the others for a while before joining you in the tent.

You already laid in bed. He threw his black fur cloak onto the next chair, removed his weapons and armour.

“You can be really terrifying when you are mad, do you know that? I almost felt sorry for him” you said amused, while getting up from the bed and walking towards him.

“Sometimes I just have to show men their place.” He looked at you smirking “Well, then you did a great job at that. I love they way you protect and stand up for me” you pulled your arms around his neck.

“I would burn the world for you. My heart is yours.” He mumbled. His eyes not leaving your lips.

It was rare that he said anything about his feelings. He was more a man of action rather than words.

He leaned in, your lips touched slightly.

As he pulled away he whispered “we both are equal, but sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve you.”

“Don’t talk nonsense like that old man. We are destined for each other.” You grinned, shaking your head. He just laughed.

“Who are you calling old man, wife?” He asked mockingly. A grin on his face.

You let you fingers wander over his chest, up to his face.

“Maybe you…” you teased, while tracing your finger across his tattoo.

“Don’t try me woman…”. He grabbed you by your waist, pulling you closer.

“I would never dare to, because in the end it’s you and me” you said while pulling him towards the bed.

“Always”

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musings-of-a-rose · 11 months ago

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Falling Slowly - Chapter 11

Pairing: Tommy Miller x f!reader

Word Count: 5000+

Rating: Mature - 18+ ONLY!

Warnings: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story.

Notes: What started as a simple “wanting to make Tommy an actual daddy” turned into a whole ass fic. Is anyone really surprised? I absolutely adore Tommy and Daisy and would love to revisit them!

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The truck runs out of gas just inside of Teton County. We gather up our packs, keeping our guns loose in our hands but ready, as we march through the woods. Tommy had found a paper map of Wyoming, noticing that there was a small notation of a hydroelectric dam on it. He's convinced that this settlement will be near there and I admit, that's a great place to start looking.

We don't make it within 20 miles of that plant before horses and riders come from nowhere, immediately surrounding us, their faces masked. Tommy puts his arms out to shield us, knowing that there was no way he could shoot them all.

"What are you doing out here?" A man bellows at us, his horse snuffing, a swirl of air puffing out from his nose in the cool, fall breeze.

"We heard there may be a settlement around here. We're looking for a place to call home."

"You know anything about dams?" A woman speaks up from behind the first man.

"I uh, I was in construction. I know some things. I can take a look."

She stares at him from behind her mask, weighing our usefulness. "And them?"

"My wife can grow anything. And has some medical knowledge. My son..helps her."

Several long moments pass. I can't get a read on them. If they are from this settlement, I can't really blame them for being so selective. And secretive.

"You come here on foot?"

"For the last 50 or so miles. We had a truck. Still works, but no gas."

She nods. "Stash it?"

Tommy nods. "Just in case we needed it again."

"Smart man. Alright, you guys come back to town with us."

They offered us horses, which Jax hopped on immediately, his whole face lighting up with excitement. It had been years since he was able to ride. I'm still on the fence about trusting them. After a while, we see their gates in the distance, a little shotty and in need of, well, Tommy's expertise. But that's not what holds my attention.

"Is your town named Jackson?" Jax asks the woman.

She nods. "It is."

Jax laughs, a sound I hadn't heard in a very long time. "That's my name! Must be a sign, right mom?"

The gates open and I'm rendered speechless. It's a town. A whole ass town. People are milling about like everything is normal. The woman, Maria, starts to give us a tour, pointing out the town hall, the bar, clothing swap and repair, and little general stores. She takes us around and shows us the barns, slots for at least 40 horses, the herd of sheep, and the dairy cows and goats. Jax practically comes unglued from the Earth when seeing everything. Maria smiles at his excitement.

"You're 17, right?" Jax nods. "Well I think you should still attend school. At least to just get to know the other kids. But your official duty, in my opinion, should be with the animals. What do you think?"

"Yeah! Dad, is that ok?" Jax clings to Tommy's arm and he smiles patting his hand.

"Yeah, of course, bud."

Jax whoops and punches the sky, immediately apologizing to the chickens that had started frantically clucking and running around their enclosure.

But what really impressed me was our house, an actual house. Maria stopped in front of this beautiful 3 bedroom, two story house, complete with a front porch. It was like stepping into a time machine. They had cleaned all of the houses and kept them maintained, but the decor was exactly the same as it was on outbreak day 14 years ago.

Jax picked a room once belonging to a teenage boy, judging from the decor. We quickly unpacked our things and headed into town, getting a hot, fresh meal and trying not to overstuff ourselves. They gave us a small ration of food to take home, a carton of eggs, some flour, salt, yeast, honey, a carton of milk, and, much to Tommy's delight, a small container of coffee.

I was afraid that all of the time spent just growing up around us, and then on the constant move with the Fireflies would make it difficult for Jax to make friends.

I couldn't be more wrong.

Immediately, the kids from town were fascinated by Jax, asking him tons of questions about the outside, about him. He eventually takes off with them, going to movie night at the community center.

Tommy and I walk back home, his arm around my shoulder, tucking me into his side. "That kid made fast friends."

"I was so worried about that. Guess I didn't need to be."

"Nah. He's a good kid and they can see that."

We stop for a moment outside of our house, looking up at it. "This was a good move, Mr. Miller. I like it here."

I turn to look at him and he smiles, pressing his lips to mine briefly before we head inside, the early fall chill on the wind making us shiver slightly. Tommy starts to unpack the food while I take a quick shower, groaning as the hot water sends goosebumps across my skin. I hadn't had a proper hot shower since we'd left the cabin.

I lay on the bed wrapped only in my towel, finally allowing myself to relax for the first time in...years. I can't remember how many at this point. Tommy comes in and wolfwhistles at me and I try, and fail, to hide my smirk.

"Looks like they left a present for me on the bed," Tommy chuckles, attempting to sit next to me. I put my foot out to stop him.

"Nuh uh. Take a shower first, stinky."

He looks fake hurt, putting a hand to his chest. "How dare you, I smell delightful."

"Yeah to a group of flies."

He pretends to storm off in mock anger, shedding his clothes as he goes. He stays a bit longer in the shower than I thought he would, but I can't blame him. That hot water is too much of a lure. He comes out, towel wrapped around his waist, his hair wet and curling. His incision is healed by now, a small red line all that's left of the metal that nearly took his life. Tommy lays next to me on the bed and I curl into his side.

"Hey, darlin? I know you're all clean and sexy and naked next to me, and I so want to have my way with you. But do you think it could wait until morning?"

"Oh thank God - I'm so exhausted."

We both chuckle and burrow into the blankets, talking for a bit when we hear Jax come in, closing the door to the bathroom and taking a shower.

I haven't felt this safe in years.

An electrified warmth, pulsing out from between my legs yanks me from sleep and I moan, my hands moving down and finding Tommy's head between my legs, his face pressed into me. My fingers grip his dark curls and I tug, loving the sound he makes when I do.

"Fucking hell, Tommy. Warn a girl."

He chuckles and my hips jolt. "Alright, well I'm warning you now, my beautiful wife. I'm not done with you yet."

Tommy makes good on his promise, sliding into me with practiced ease, my body taking him in greedily, responding to every touch, every kiss and nip. He digs his fingers into my hip, slowly moving me in time with his hips, angling himself to go deeper, hitting that spot that has me gasping his name, my fingernails digging into his broad back. His hips sputter, his head drops to my shoulder as be bites it, filling me with his warmth. He picks up his head, his nose lightly dragging across my face before kissing me.

"I fuckin' love you, Mrs. Miller."

"I fucking love you, Mr. Miller."

Life in Jackson is good. We're all kept busy but a natural busy, not a frantic "is this the moment when we all die" busy. Jax settles in beautifully, finishing their school and learning more about animals and their care as he works with them. About a year in, he finally asks out the girl he had been crushing on since we got here, Lara and, a year later, they're already talking about marriage. Young love.

Tommy helps to fortify the walls, manging to tinker with the dam and get it fully operational. He admits he had virtually no idea what he was doing. He just banged his wrench around and it eventually turned on. He joins patrols too, but mostly stays inside the gates, making repairs and fortifications.

I help a little old lady named Lu with the garden. I had brought some medicinal herbs with us and we were able to propagate some more from the clippings, which works out great for the clinic.

New people do show up, but it's rare. Jackson is fairly secluded, and Maria pretty much forbids anyone from giving away our location. I can't blame her. If everyone knew about this place, it would be overrun in a heartbeat, our supplies spent. Not to mention the clickers that would likely follow a crowd that large.

But today is one of those days. Maria radioed in that 3 new people were coming into Jackson, and to ready the clinic. The doctor there called me in to help, as I often did when she needed it. She told me what to prep and I realized whomever is coming, one of them must be pregnant.

"Imagine trapsing this lanscape, pregnant," The doctor said, no trace of malice to her voice. A little pity and awe though.

The clinic door opens and the doctor greets the people. I turn around and drop the tray I'm holding.

Sarah. Sarah is standing in the clinic.

A man stands next to her and on her other side-

Rose.

Rose and Sarah are alive and here.

"Sarah?" I choke out and her head snaps up, her round belly on prominent display.

"Aunt Daisy?"

"Holy fuck!" Rose gasps and I run to them, pulling them both into as tight of an embrace as I can manage, tears streaming down my face. I feel theirs as well. But when a small kick hits my stomach, I back up, apologizing to Sarah.

"Ah I'm sorry! I forgot! Come, the doctor will take a look." Sarah grips my hand, lacing our fingers together.

"Come with me?"

"Of course."

Sarah turns out fine, about 7 months along. She could do with a warm meal, some water, and a good shower. Sarah introduced me to her boyfriend, or husband, the second they can find someone who will marry them. He's a sweet boy by the name of Eli. We head over to the cafe and I point out all the places to Sarah and Rose and Eli. Once they get seated with food, I head outside, a smile on my face as I run to the stables. Tommy will be there with Jax, as he's repairing a broken stable door. I run, full on run to the stables, sliding inside the barn and coming to a stop in front of them, gasping for air.

"Mom! Mom, is everything ok?" Jax drops his hammer and puts his hand on my shoulder.

"Yeah...yes..." I take a few more deep breaths of air. "Sarah..and Rose...are here."

Once they get settled in a house, conveniently across the street from ours, we bring them over for some hot tea. Sarah sips on hers, a little moan coming from her as it warms her up.

"So...how did..where is..."

Rose and Sarah exchange a look and I don't like it. Sarah nods at Rose and takes another sip of her drink.

"We stayed another year or so after you left. They seemed to buy the story at first, that you had all gone out on some family thing and just...never came back. It happens. But Joel suspected that they were getting suspicious. So he said we needed a way out, to find the Fireflies so we could find you. They demanded Joel go on a long run with them, taking them somewhere up above Maryland."

"Maryland??"

Rose nods. "Yeah, that's what I said. Anwyay, Joel said he'd go but we had to go with and that we were off limits. Well... nothing happened but some guys were being creeps and that finally tipped Joel over the edge. He killed the guy in his sleep and we left on foot. We were heading towards Boston. There's a qz up there. We figured we could find out where you were from there. We had to cross this bridge. But they caught up with us and the bridge couldn't hold everything. Not with all the old cars on it and it not being upkept for years. The bridge went down and..." Tears poured from Rose's eyes, silent ones pouring down Sarah's cheeks as well.

"Joel?" Tommy asks, barely a whisper.

Eli speaks up. "I wasn't there, but they told me." He puts his hand on Sarah's giving it a little squeeze. "The bridge collpased. Took out the raiders and they nearly died too. But they looked for Joel for days. Couldn't find him. I'm so sorry."

I started to cry, but it was less about the loss of Joel, whom I loved like a brother, and more for Tommy, who looked like he had lost a limb. He got up and walked out the backdoor, slamming it behind him. I followed him, gently pulling him to me as he crumbled against my chest, gripping my shirt as he wailed over the loss of his big brother.

We eventually learned that Rose and Sarah ended up in a different qz than Boston, which is where Sarah met Eli. He was FEDRA but hated them, supporting the citizens in any way he could, even if that meant turning a blind eye to some insider trading. He and Sarah fell in love, but shortly after, the qz got violent, the people rising up against FEDRA. They managed to escape, Sarah finding out she was pregnant a few weeks later.

Eli had some Firefly connections, so they headed to their posts, eventually figuring out that we had left the Fireflies and relocated "somewhere in Teton County, Wyoming." And so they came here, hoping to find us. And being completely surprised to find Jackson City.

Sarah gives birth to a beautiful baby girl, Juniper, with her eyes, Joel's eyes. As Juniper grows, her hair becomes this beautiful carbon copy of her mother's, her curls bouncing away. Eli is a fantastic father and husband, always by his family's side.

Jax and Lara move in together and get married, Lara getting pregnant a short while after.

"I don't know if I'm ready to be a grandma," I say to Tommy while I look in the mirror. "Although I do have the greys."

"You'll be the hottest grandma I know." Tommy waggles his eyebrows as he pulls me to him, his tongue pressing against mine.

"If I'm a grandma, that means you'll be a grandpa."

Tommy looks shocked. "Holy shit. You're right. You still gonna wanna kiss this old man?"

My fingers wind in his shirt, pulling him down to me as I speak against his lips. "That's not all I'll do for this old man."

"Tree! Tree, mommy!" Juniper jumps up and down, yanking on Sarah's coat as she pushes back from our table, shoving the last bite of egg in her mouth.

"Yes baby. We're going to see the Christmas tree. You guys coming?"

Juniper looks up at Tommy with her big eyes. "Great Uncle Tommy coming?"

"Sorry, kiddo. Not today. I gotta fix the barn roof before the big snows come in." Juniper sticks out her lip. "But I'll see you tonight for hot chocolate?"

She thinks, her little finger tapping her lips. "Ok!" She yanks on Sarah's coat again, half jerking her towards the front door.

"See you tonight, Aunt Daisy?"

"Yup. I'll have cookies too."

"Yay!" Juniper yells from the doorway. Sarah and her leave, the house considerably quieter when they do.

"Crazy to think that in a few months, there will be another little one running around here."

"Yeah. I can't wait."

"Me neither."

Tommy kisses me before heading off to the barns, finishing up the last of the roof work. The last snow storm took off some of the panels and so it needs to be repaired before the next big storm or we may lose a horse or 2.

Tommy walks back in 10 minutes later. "Forgot my work gloves."

"How did you forget those, Mr. Construction?"

"I got distracted looking at your ass."

"How dare you, good sir. I am a lady."

Tommy walks up to me, pressing his body to mine. "A lady that I had bent over this table last night."

I slap his chest playfully before kissing him again. "Oh wait. I'll walk with you. I got to pick up a couple things for the cookies."

Tommy walks me a few blocks, intending on turning left to head to the barn while I continued on to the main strip. But then we hear yelling, just making out Sarah's name. Tommy and I glance at each other, immediately anticipating the worst as we run towards the wailing sound. We come out of a side ally onto the main strip, half a block away from the Christmas tree. And there, at the bottom of the tree is Sarah, crying her eyes out, her body desperately holding onto someone. No, wait.

"Joel?" Tommy says next to me in disbelief. But then their bodies shift, and there he is. Joel, with his mop of now grey hair, grasping onto the daughter he undoubtedly thought he'd lost.

Tommy runs as fast as he can over to them, Sarah pulling him down into their embrace. Juniper, who had been standing there holding her mom's other hand, immediately jumps on Tommy and hugs him, her little fists digging into his arms. I walk up, wiping tears from my eyes and, to my surprise, Joel looks up at me and pulls me down to him, hugging me as tight as he can.

"I thought you were all dead," He says it so quietly in my ear, but I can hear the wobble in his voice.

"We're here. We're all..." I turn my head, looking into the small crowd of people. "Someone get Rose. Now!"

Joel snaps back from me, his eyes boring into mine. "Rose is here?"

I smile at him. "Yeah she fucking is!"

Suddenly his eyes look over my shoulder and I see the shift in them, know he sees Rose, and I know that feeling. The one of loss and relief, the pain that causes in your heart. Joel tries to stand but it's too late - Rose is there, dropping into his lap as she clings to him, tears streaming down her cheeks. He pulls back, cupping her face, his eyes roaming over hers.

"You're real?"

Rose nods. "Are you?"

He pulls her to him, their lips meeting and I look away, giving them a moment of privacy, marveling at the fact that our family is somehow together, at the other end of the country, even all these years later.

As it turns out, Joel was not traveling alone. Ellie is spunky, full of attitude, keeping Joel on his toes. I love her already.

Tommy told me later about exactly why Joel and Ellie were here, what secret Ellie was carrying. That he has to bring her to the Fireflies so they can try and make a cure, an actual cure.

"And you think they can do that? They have the resources?"

Tommy shrugs, pulling his shirt over his head and exposing his bronzed skin, freckles spattered about, along with several scars. He starts to rummage through his dresser drawer, looking for a shirt to sleep in.

"Joel seems to think so."

"Hhhmm. I bet Rose will have something to say about it."

"She probably will."

I walk up to him, lightly brushing my fingers across his back. My arms slide around him as I press kisses into his back. He hums, his arms folding over mine. The warmth radiates out from his body and seeps into mine, relaxing me but also heating me up for very different reasons. I slowly move my hand down, dipping under the waistband of his sweatpants.

"And here I thought you said you were a lady." Tommy sucks in a breath after that last word, my fingers encircling him, slowly pumping him as he hardens in my grip.

"I want you to do un-ladylike things to me."

"Yes, ma'am."

He pulls my hand from his pants with a groan, from which of us I'm not sure. I turn to walk towards the bed and yelp, Tommy's hand lightly slapping my ass. He chuckles as I look fake shocked. I turn to him, my hand on my chest.

"How dare you sir! Ah!" He somehow reaches around me, slapping me on the other cheek, the shit eating grin on his face lighting up the room. He presses his lips to mine, but I'm not making it that easy. I pull back, turning to walk or run away, I'm not sure. But I know I'm not fast enough, Tommy's arms pulling me to him, caging me against his broad chest. One arm wraps around my chest, the other sliding into my panties. He moans as his fingers sink into me.

"Fuck, is this for me?"

"It's always for you, Tommy."

He continues to touch me, using his other hand to turn my head up, swallowing my moans with his kiss. The air electrifies and the mood shifts, both of us suddenly very desperate for the other. He pulls his hand from me and pushes me onto the bed, helping me to yank my panties down. They never make it off, just shoved down somewhere around my knees as he hikes my shirt over my hips. I'm already angling my body, my chest against the bed, Tommy's fingers digging into my hips as he gets into position. He pushes forward and I can't help the gutteral whine that erupts from somewhere within me, louder and more primal as his hips rut against me.

"My wife, the lady, begging me to fuck her."

I'm seeing colors now, my fingers twisting into the sheets to get some sort of purchase so I can push my hips back, driving him deeper.

"T-Tommy," It comes out more like a plea, a whimper of his name. But he knows me well, knows my body sometimes better than I do.

"I got you, darlin'."

He pulls me up, holding me against his chest again, one arm wrapped around me and one hand between my legs, touching me where it makes my legs shake.

"Come for me, baby," his voice rasps in my ear, low and sultry. And I do, I come hard, pulsing around him, his name chanting from my lips as I watch the colors dance around my vision. His hand stalls for a moment before pushing me back down, laying his body over mine as he continues to fuck into me a few more times before he comes, groaning and biting my back. He takes several breaths before pulling out, cleaning us both up before plopping back down on the bed. I scoot in next to him a minute later and he pulls me to his side, lifting my jaw with his finger to gently kiss me.

"You definitely know how to treat a lady."

Joel and Ellie leave the next morning, much to our dislike. Tommy knew they were leaving, of course he did. I guess it makes sense. Less people out in winter time, less chance of a confrontation. Still, it made me uneasy and I wish they'd stay at least until spring.

What surprised me most was that Rose stayed behind. She was not happy by the looks of it, but she still showed her love to Joel, Ellie clearing her throat and looking anywhere but them.

"Listen, Ellie. I know we don't really know each other, but I want you to know, you'll always have a home here. Ok? No hesitation." I may have only met her yesterday, but I really liked this kid. She gave Joel the crap he needed and that won her all the points she needed in my book.

"Thanks. I'll probably just stay there in case they need more blood. But it's good to know." She gives me a quick, slightly awkward hug before nodding to Tommy and Sarah, who had just come walking up to the stables where we all stood.

"I can come with you, you know?" Sarah asked her dad when he pulled back from Rose.

"No, you can't. You have my granddaughter to take care of."

Sarah hugs him tight, and I swear I can see a tiny glint of a tear in Joel's eyes, his head slightly turned as he breathes her in, having thought he'd never be able to hold his daughter again.

"But I just got you back."

"I know, baby girl. I know. But this is important. You know I wouldn't go if it wasn't."

Sarah nods against his chest before pulling back, wiping tears from her eyes. She stands between Rose and me, watching Joel pull Ellie up into the saddle. Rose moves forward, brushing away some stray dirt on his pant leg and he leans down, kissing her once more.

"Remember what I told you, Joel."

"I will. I love you, baby."

"I love you too."

Winter progresses, Lara getting further along in her pregnancy leaving Jax looking utterly lost as to how to help her.

"Just get her whatever she asks for and make sure to rub her feet. Oh! And when her belly gets big, stand behind her and lift it up. Your mom loved that."

"I just hated it when you had to stop."

Jax's smile fades and he turns serious. "I'm just afraid this one won't stick, too."

I cup his face. "Oh baby, sometimes these things happen. It just wasn't meant to be. But I'm sure this one will be running around and calling me grandma in no time."

Thank God I was right. Lara has her baby just as the winter snows start to melt, a beautiful little girl they name Emma, after Lara's sister who died saving her on outbreak day. She immediately has Jax wrapped around her little finger.

Our house is loud again, baby sounds echoing off the wood boards. I couldn't be happier. Tommy feels the same, his face lighting up whenever he gets to see Emma.

"I always feel like we're imposing," Lara confesses as she rocks Emma to sleep.

"Never. You are never imposing. Even if you just need a moment for yourself, you bring her right over," I assure her.

"Thanks, Mrs. Mil-I mean, Daisy. Sorry, that's still weird to say."

The false spring ends, the final snows melting away as flowers and trees bloom. Tommy and I walk arm in arm down main street, intending on having a quick bite to eat at the restaurant before heading back to work. There's a small commotion at the main gate before it opens slightly. Tommy stops, pressing his hand above his eyes to shield them from the bright sun.

"Holy shit. It's Joel and Ellie."

We jog up to them, embracing them both. Something is different. Off, a little. I can tell something happened, but they're both back and safe and that's what we focus on. We head right into the clinic, Rose running and jumping into Joel's arms. He kisses her hard before setting her down, where she promptly breaks the kiss and punches his arm as hard as she can.

"Ow."

"Joel Miller, if you ever leave me again, I will find you and kill you myself. Do you understand me?"

A small smile tugs at the corners of his lips. "Yes, ma'am."

We take Ellie for a meal, allowing Joel and Rose some time to themselves. She's a little quieter than normal, shoving food around her plate for a bit before eating.

"Hey. Everything ok?" I ask, trying to put no pressure on the question.

She shrugs. "Yeah. I guess I'm just disappointed things didn't work out."

I hesitate for a moment before grabbing her hand and squeezing it. "You are fucking brave for even trying it. You're a bad ass."

She chuckles. "A bad ass?"

"Hell yeah!"

She shifts a little in her chair before resuming eating, a little more eager than before. I'm not sure what what on between here and Salt Lake, but I hope they can both come to terms with it. I'm sure they will.

Emma sits on her father's lap, happily chewing on some food we'd cut for her from the absolute feast we've put together. Everyone is here, Jax and Lara and Emma, Eli and Juniper and Sarah, who is rounder than ever with their second child. Joel and Rose and Ellie, who asked to bring her new friend Dina along. We all sit at a big table out back, the late summer air warm but cooling as the sun sets whispering through the trees. The laughter is loud and smiles are all around as we all sit and chat long into the night. I push my chair against Tommy's, leaning my head on his chest as he wraps his arms around me. As I look out at everyone I can't help but be amazed and grateful that we're all here together, after all this life has thrown us, in this little corner of the world.

And how different my life would've been if some random drunk didn't hit on me at that bar, so many years ago.

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i don't know how to sum this up. i haven't slept in four days.

...this is gonna be a long one and im sorry. also literally every fucking one in this whole thing minus V is autistic, i don't know how, but them's the facts.

background info: around... some 8 years ago maybe, my truly BELOVED friend M (today 31F) started hanging out with a new friend group her then-friend S (31F now) had introduced her to.

(i (31 genderqueer) didn't know M then. i do know she was very lonely.)

so. S has introduced M to her friend group, and M hangs out with them for about... two years?, but, as far as i understand, S is the go-between here. M asks S what plans they have on weekends, S calls M when there's plans on weekends, that sort of thing.

what happens is: at one point S's girlfriend, V, starts flirting with M. heavily. in front of S. S VERY MATURELY decides that the solution to this is obviously to start telling M there's never plans on weekends while telling the friend group M is never free on weekends. shitty move, i think we can all agree.

and M ends up alone. she's never heard from a single one of any of those other people ever again. ever.

now. M, OBVIOUSLY and i think with good enough reason, HATES S.

but.

1) it's not S's fault M is no longer friends with the whole group, like M thinks it is. it's just not. if they had wanted to keep hanging out with her, very simply, they would have. S didn't even explicitly ask or tell them not to hang out with M, nor did she talk shit about M to get them to leave her out. and want to know why we know all this? it's because after (AFTER!) S and V broke up, M and V dated for like, three months, and V told M. what S did was shit and immature, but not like. extreme.

2) we don't know if S even knew how lonely M was/was gonna be. in my understanding of what's right or wrong, this is KIND OF REALLY important. the intention, the meanness, the ability to knowingly isolate someone to that degree. jealousy is one thing, being genuinely mean is another.

3) all of this happened 10 years ago. TEN. YEARS. they were like, 20. fetuses. we're all queer, they were all navigating the first romantic experiences, shit happens. S was shit but S also could have become a better person in these TEN YEARS. we just don't know.

OTHER background info: ive known S for like, 10 years, and she's someone VERY interesting who i've always liked (not romantically), but she's not my friend.

ok, and now. fast forward to last week. M & i & F1 (27F, my bestie, M's friend) go to a pub. S is there, says hi to me, hi to M (which. like at least apologize or something. but ok) (at this point i have no idea they even knew each other btw), S & i talk a bit like we always do, M goes home (i suspect nothing), S & F1 & i hang out, next thing u know F1 and S start to date and S and i become better friends.

(where i absolutely am the A: apparently, at some point M told me what S did to her. before we met S at the pub? after? i have NO memory of any of this.)

M wants nothing to do with S, as is her right. but at this point F1 is dating her and im making plans to like, watch clone wars with her. M tells me & F1 the whole story (tells again, in my case), tells us she has no problems with us hanging out with S but again, please can we not force them together, which, ofc, i tell her about our star wars plans and like, she's chill, she says yeah sure go for it, she jokes around about how S knows lots of people and we gotta use her to get another friend a girlfriend, shit like that.

forward again. one sunday morning, M asks me to hang out. that sunday just so happens to be clone wars day with S & F1. i tell her. she goes BALLISTIC. like, tachycardia, tunnel vision, palpitations, she's fully ready to never talk to me again because "i can't ask [me] to not hang out with S because that would be toxic, but i just CAN'T be around S, so here we go again, she's gonna steal my friend [me] (...i don't think M cares too much about losing F1, they're not that close), im losing control of the situation, the only way for me to stay in control is to choose to cut off [me] right here and now, so that's what ill do, goodbye forever". and she spends the WHOLE DAY in this frenzy (completely unbeknownst to me!), with multiple people trying to calm her down and like, get her to talk to me. (which OF COURSE the next day she ends up doing, because she loves me, she's just. very autistic.) anyway, at this point (sunday evening) ive been made aware of the situation with M, so i had F2 (F31, she's a mutual close friend who was acting as a kinda peacemaker) tell M i was there for her & ready to talk whenever, and we meet up on monday evening, i get apologized to (M had like, blocked me on all social media 😂) for the whole... overreaction, especially after id been told it was ok to see S, and M officially asks me to stop hanging out with S. i try to tell her "can i ask S about, idk, what was going on in her brain back then". she starts to hedgehog up on me so i shut tf up.

here i am the A again: i know M very well. i should have known it would not actually be okay to see S. i just should have. i do know her.

here i... can't tell how much of an A i might be: i don't want to tell S to fuck off. i WANT to talk to S, figure out how much of an actual irredeemable asshole she is, and only in that case tell her to fuck off. the 3 points i made at the start of this papyrus are still valid. also i think it's kind of fair to give her the right to like, defend herself? explain herself? before i go full ghost on her

... its like this. it's not like i care about S. not to be mean but she's no one to me. i just would like her to BE someone to me, cause she seems cool.

i have few friends. i would like one more friend.

i also made friends with a friend of S, T (can't remember age NB). they're the only other genderqueer person i know irl. id like to get to know them. (also they're kind of cute but that's genuinely not that important lol, i just like to make this post Even Longer). i wouldn't get to know T if i did what M wants (needs?) me to.

and let's not forget S is currently dating my close friend F1. just to put icing on the cake.

then again, i adore M. my loyalty to her SHOULD be more important than two people who are, again, no one to me. i should just tell F1, sorry, i won't hang out with ur gf, like ill be civil to her but i won't pursue a friendship with her. because i don't NEED to. i don't NEED these friendships. i would just LIKE them.

if S turns out to BE an asshole who hurt M on purpose, it's great, it's golden. problem solved. ill tell her she's shit and, i mean, F1 will probably break up with her too. no one gained or lost anything from a whole shebang were i haven't slept in like 4 days and got a stress herpes or whatever it's called, it's cool, it happens, go us.

but if S is... justifiable? understandable? NOT a dick? i don't feel i have an actual reason to delete her number. would i, for M? probably, yeah, but i don't WANT to.

F1 says im a doormat. F2 says im basically a monster and how could i do this to M when there's plant of other friendly fish in the sea.

AITA?

and while we're at it, if someone feels like giving advice... what do i do?

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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Ch. 12: Welcome to the Shit Show Baby

Note: ...Heyyy...how ya'll doin? I know it's been a minute, I apologize. I hope this chapter makes up for the wait. I want to address the fact that this story is not over, I was worried my absence would give that impression, but there's still a lot that still needs to happen lol. As always, I'm thankful for all of the love and support. You guys are so sweet and make writing even more fun. Speaking of ya'll, not you guys saying yes on her behalf, damn, it's been 3 months, lol. Next chapter should be out at some point this weekend, meanwhile I hope ya'll enjoy <3 (also keep an eye out this weekend bc I'll be announcing new characters I'm gonna write for along with some sneak peaks, spoiler, one of them is my return to JJ.)

Warnings: Sexual content, explicit content, MDNI (FR FR don't make this shit weird)

Charlotte's Wedding Dress That's Not Really a Wedding Dress:

Charlotte's Hair and Veil:

Lip Being Hot in His Suit:

The Flowers :') :

Charlotte’s mouth opens and closes a couple times, no words making it out. She stares at her boyfriend, waiting for him to crack a smile, or say, ‘m’just fuckin’ kiddin’ and pull off to drive them home. Minutes pass as she watches the clock on the car tick, the changing numbers taunt her as she tries to find her words. Unfortunately, all she lets out is a breathy laugh.

“Marryin’ me is funny?” Lip asks, cocking his head back to observe her. Charlotte places a hand on her rapidly rising and falling chest.

“Not really, but I’m trying to see if you’re being funny.”

“M’fuckin’ serious.” he deadpans.

“But…3 months, Phillip.”

He shrugs, pressing another kiss to her hand. “Good enough for me. You?”

“I…” she’s shocked by the thought that crosses her mind. Good enough for me too. “But you’re not even down on one knee. And you’re asking me in front of your ex's house or party or whatever..” Charlotte pouts.

Lip’s eyes widen at that, glancing back toward the house because, well, that shit is true. “Yikes.” he chuckles at himself. “Yeah that’s pretty fucked up.”

“Only a little.”

“If I was on one knee, and we weren’t here, would you say yes? I don’t have a nice ring, but that’ll be the first thing I’d get you-” He rambles for a moment, stopping at the sight in front of him. Charlotte’s laying her head on the headrest, big brown eyes still shining with tears, staring at him dreamily with an uneasy smile on her face. His heart felt like it good fuckin’ bust out of his chest. He’d had people look at him before. With lust, hate, even love, but the way she was looking at him right now, he could finally see what Monica saw. Like he’d hung the moon and stars. He would. If she’d keep looking at him like that. But right now, he’d settle for getting her pretty voice to give him a yes. Lip turns off the car light and puts the car into drive, speeding down the road, ignoring her questions of ‘where are we going?’ ‘What just happened?’ his leg that isn’t controlling the pedals jumping up and down as he anxiously weaves them through traffic. He drives to the only grocery store he thinks will be open and hops out of the car, running in and locking the car.

Charlotte sits in the passenger seat confused as ever. She feels high. This is crazy. She’s never done anything like this before. And when would she? Why would she? She’s 19. Won’t be 20 for another week. She’s known Phillip for 3 months. That’s how long she talked to her ex before becoming his girlfriend. Her parents don’t even know him yet. How could she agree to this?

But, how could she say no? She loves him. She’s known that almost since meeting him. She loves being around him, feeling him brings her comfort, happiness. Watching his smile reach his beautiful blue eyes makes her feel like she’d won some kind of reward. She wants to be his family. Forever. She…she wants to marry him. She guesses that nothing else fucking matters.

He comes running back with something in his hands. Charlotte squints as she tries to lean closer to the window to see. The back seat door swings open and an out of breath Lip places something inside. “Don’t turn around.”

“Wha-why? What’d you get?”

“Just-” he closes the door, getting into the driver’s side. “Listen, alright? It’ll be worth it. Trust me.”

She does.

It’s about 3 am when the car rolls to a stop again. Somehow, Charlotte had managed to fall asleep, cocked back in the seat with her head against the window, Lip’s hand on her thigh covered by both of her hands. As he pulls to a stop he squeezes her a little, gently jostling her awake. “Hi, baby,” he says softly. “We’re here.”

She yawns, arching her back a little as she stretches, wrapping Lip’s suit jacket tighter around herself. “Where’s here?” she says groggily.

“You’ll see, c’mon, sweetheart.”

The couple gets out of the car, and Lip guides a staggering Charlotte to their destination. As they near it, he reaches over, guiding her head down, using her hair to cover her face. “Uh, try not to look up, bunny, hide your face.”

Charlotte shuffles her feet, following his instructions with a whine. “Aww, Phillip, are we doing something illegal?”

“Uh…no.”

“That means yes.” she huffs. She stares down at the ground as she hears the sound of clanking. She knows he’s picking some kind of lock. The metal clanks to the ground and Lip continues to guide her.

“Close your eyes, sweetheart, imma find the lights.” He says, voice getting further. “Don’t hurt yourself, just stay there ‘til m’back.”

The sounds of water starting to flow and fans blowing begin as the room turns light behind her eyelids. Charlotte feels his large, strong hands smooth their way down her arms before grabbing her hands. “Can I open now?” she asks gently.

“Yeah, baby you can open.”

Charlotte opens her eyes to see that they’re in a lit room with a glass ceiling. Beautiful plants surrounding them all over, flowers, trees, the works. Fountains are spaced out among the plants, mimicking nature, water trickling from them. Lights sparkle as they hang from the ceiling and in front of her is what she could only believe is the love of her life, holding a bouquet of flowers, trying to kick the little sign that said ‘Sweet 16’ that he’d plucked off behind him. “Where are we?”

“It’s uh, the Garfield Park Conservatory. I’d read about it before, and I knew I wanted to take you here…but they’re obviously closed right now. And I didn’t want people in our fucking business. And uh…pickin’ locks is free.” he jokes, letting out a wet chuckle.

“You know when we’re married you’re gonna have to slow down on doing things that’ll get you arrested.” She manages something between a laugh and a sob. Charlotte already knows she must look insane with the amount she’s cried in the past few hours. She takes one of her hands back trying to wipe her face and comb her fingers through her hair.

“You look beautiful, Charlotte.” Lip says, commanding her full attention with the intensity in his eyes. “And I love you, more than I’ve ever managed to love anyone or anything. I really, really didn’t think I was capable of feeling like this. Or having someone as good as you. And I’m gonna fuck it up, like all the time. But m’askin’ you to marry me anyway.”

“Yes.” she whispers, not even getting a second to finish before he’s dropping her flowers and snatching her into his arms. She cups his face and closes the distance between them and meets him in an intense kiss. “I love you.” she smiles against his lips.

“Love you.” He says between pecks. When they finally give each other some air, Lip turns her and starts guiding her to the door, grabbing her flowers on the way, tickling her and whispering jokes in her ear as they go. “Alright, you agreed, that shit is binding. I gotta get you to the courthouse before you change your mind.”

Judge Hanes is very well acquainted with the Gallagher family. He’s overseen many of their legal proceedings in both juvenile and adult court. And once, Frank Gallagher had pissed on his brand new Porsche after he’d awarded the man’s opponent restitution. So to say he was aggravated to find the eldest Gallagher boy in front of the courthouse, asleep on a bench with a young lady under his arm, is an understatement. He stops in front of the pair with a heavy sigh and an already forming headache. “Phillip Gallagher.”

The young man opens his eyes, squinting before his lips spread into a smug smile. “Mornin’ Keith.”

“It’s Judge Hanes to you, boy.”

The girl next to him stirs awake, rubbing at her eyes tiredly. “Good morning, Judge Hanes. Nice to meet you. I’m Charlotte.” She looks about his middle-daughter’s age, pretty, clean-cut. He couldn’t imagine why she was here with Lip Gallagher.

“Nice to meet you too, dear. What’s got you at this old courthouse this early? Child support enforcement?” He cuts his eyes back to Lip. “A protective order?”

“No, I feel perfectly safe, with my fiancé, actually.” The blond snarks, pulling the girl to him and kissing her temple. “We came to get married. Looks like you’re gonna marry us.”

Well he’ll be damned. Keith Hanes never thought he’d see the day. He almost believes this is some kind of grift. A scam he’s running on this poor girl. But from the look in Gallagher’s eyes, even Keith could see this was legit. He almost feels bad for what he has to tell them. “No can do.”

“What?” Charlotte looks to Lip.

“Why the fuck not? I mean it-isn’t it like your civic duty or some shit?”

Keith cocks his head challenging Lip's tone. “Thought you were supposed to be the smart one Gallagher.”

“Yeah, well, I’m more into the sciences, so I haven’t taken much time to learn the inner workings of your crooked ass system-”

“Phillip, please.” Charlotte interjects, placing her hand on his chest. Keith is surprised to see that it actually calms the boy, making him intertwine their fingers and quieting down. “Sir, we really wanna get married. We came all of the way here, and we love each other so much, it’s really important to us. Please.”

Keith sighs, looking down at a sweet little pout that reminded him so much of his own children. “I really am sorry kids. Courthouse is closed today, only doing jury trials because the clerks are rotating. No peace orders, divorce hearings or marriages. I can write you two up a certificate myself, but beyond that, I suggest you try a church and hope they’re willing to do it today.”

He watches as the couple looks at each other somberly. Charlotte rests her cheek on Lip’s shoulder, disappointment evident on their faces. Keith watches them share their disappointment and notices how they comfort each other. The girl smoothing her hand up and down his arm, the boy murmuring against the crown of her head, ‘if not today, then tomorrow.’ This isn’t the Lip Gallagher who’s been in and out of his courthouse. He’d absently thought that it had been a while since he’d been in trouble and now he could see why. He could applaud him for allowing love to turn his life around.

“I am about to be very kind this morning, please do not make me regret it.” Keith unlocks the doors and looks back at the pair. “Don’t tell your siblings I did this, I know your brood likes to marry every other week.”

“Sure won’t, sir.”

“And don’t screw this up, pretty young ladies like this don’t fall out of the sky.”

“Yeah we don’t.” Charlotte jokes, pushing Lip with her hip, his only response being rolling his eyes and dragging her to him.

“Alright alright, follow me.”

And Charlotte plans to, she really does. But for some reason, when Judge Hanes and Lip go to move, her feet remain planted on the cobblestone steps of the courthouse, her lack of movement pulling Lip to a stop by their intertwined fingers. “Babe?”

The woman breathes deeply as she looks up the steps. Being with Lip means a lot of things. Fun, passion, anger, joy, adventure, risk, love and family. How could they do this without their family? “Your Honorableness-” she begins.

Judge Hanes shares a glance with Lip who shakes his head, encouraging him to keep quiet.

“If we came back in a couple of hours with our family, would you still be here? I…we need them. Please?”

Well..Keith didn’t feel like watching his grandson lose his soccer game again anyway. “Four hours to get your…clan together. Then I’m going home.”

“Yay! Thank you!” She chirps, bouncing on her feet a little before throwing her arms around the older man, beaming at him before running down the steps back to the car. Lip places his hands in his pockets, watching her run excitedly with a soft smile on his face.

He tenses when he feels a heavy arm over his shoulders, a rough hand patting his arm. “Prove me wrong, Mr. Gallagher.” Judge Hanes says. “This may be something good. Try not to fuck it up.”

“I uh, I won’t.”

“Good morning Liam.” Charlotte hums, smoothing her hand over the little boy’s cheek. “Guess what?”

“Lottie!” he coos as she lifts him out of his toddler bed into her arms. He giggles as she bounces him on her hip. She and Lip had rushed back to the Gallagher house, thrumming with energy. Everyone would have to get on board for this wedding quickly because of the time crunch and they decided to make it feel as ceremonial as possible with the circumstances. Lip changed out of the suit he was wearing into the one he’d worn at one of Fiona’s attempts at marriage. Charlotte kept the bouquet he’d offered her in the car and quietly snuck into Kev and V’s house, rifling through her bags and producing a white dress she’d brought. It wasn’t a wedding dress but it’d do.

In the interest of time and not getting their idea immediately shot down, they decided to start collecting the younger Gallagher siblings first. “We’ve got a big surprise.” she mumbles against his cheek, kissing it over and over as she walks through the hall. She bumps into Lip who catches her by the waist, leaning down, blowing a raspberry into Liam’s other cheek.

“You ready?”

Charlotte nods and Lip knocks on Debbie’s bedroom door before opening it. The redheaded girl is splayed out on her bed, blankets half kicked off, snoring lightly. Lip eases into the room, sitting on the bed next to her, shaking her softly. “Hey, Debs.”

“Hm.” she rolls a little, squinting up at him. “What? What time is it?”

“Uh, it’s about 8.”

“And why are you bothering me?” She groans, kicking her feet at his stomach.

“Deb’s watch it, don’t get it dirty.” Lip says, catching her foot.

The younger girl frowns, opening her eyes fully and taking in her brother’s appearance. “Why the hell are you wearing that?” When he laughs and looks behind him she follows his gaze to the doorway. “Charlotte, you look so pretty! Can I borrow that dress?”

“Sure, Debbie.” the woman smiles, coming into the room to join them. “But right now, we need to ask you a question. How would you feel about getting another sister?”

“Damn it, Frank knocked someone up?”

“No, jesus, Debs, m’gonna marry Charlotte. Today. And we want you to be in it.”

Debbie all but shoves Lip out of the way, hugging Charlotte tightly before grabbing the hand that isn’t holding Liam. “Help me pick out a dress?”

Carl was less enthused by the whole idea. Dangling the concept of Charlotte being his sister was less appealing to him and he ultimately refused to come until Lip promised him some illegal fireworks that he hadn’t been able to score on his own.

Ian and Mickey had been the most fun to tell. Lip barged into their room, earning a groan from Ian and a loud grumble of ‘what the fuck?’ from Mickey. The couple stared at Lip and Charlotte, taking in their attire.

“What the fuck do you two idiots have on?” Mickey asks, wiping his face. He locks eyes with the woman, raising his eyebrows for a moment before his lips spread into a wide smile that matches her own. “Oh, shit! C’mere you crazy bitch.” He’s out of the bed and picking her up, hoisting her over his shoulder as she squeals and giggles. “What the hell kind of pussy have you been puttin’ on him?”

“Shit.” Ian echoes, pulling his brother into a tight hug. “Congratulations man, seriously. When…?”

“Today, get your suit on, motherfucker.”

“Shit!” Ian beams, clapping a hand on Lip’s back.

“You see this shit, Red?” Mickey calls back to his boyfriend. “The bar is fuckin’ high, even your shithead brother is puttin’ a ring on it.”

“Yeah, yeah,” Ian snorts, his arm still around Lip’s neck, keeping him close. “M’workin’ on it.”

“My ass.”

The group is so wrapped in their celebration they don’t even hear a tired Fiona make her way into the doorway. Sleep on her face, still clad in nothing but a t-shirt and underwear, she stands prepared to curse them from waking her when she’d just worked the night shift. The brunette’s eyes widen as she takes in the scene in front of her. Charlotte, wearing a white dress, tossed over Mickey’s shoulder. Lip is wearing his best suit (he only has two that he rotates for weddings, jobs and funerals), lighting a blunt, the good shit they keep for graduations and when Monica leaves. Ian buttoning his dress shirt. Fuck. She thinks, crossing her arms. “Pregnant?”

Lip straightens, blunt still hanging from his mouth. “No.”

“And you’re sure?” she asks. “Both of you?”

“Yes.” Charlotte responds, offering Fiona a hesitant smile as Mickey puts her down. She goes over to Lip, slipping her hand into his. “So sure.”

Fiona rolls her eyes to the ceiling, whispering, ‘fuck’ under her breath before leaving the room. Lip clenches his jaw, looking away, taking a deep drag of the blunt as Charlotte rubs his arm, and Ian pats his back. He and Fiona fight like cats and dogs, but she’s his big sister. She’s supported him through everything, he’d thought she’d support him through this.

Moments later Fiona returns, tugging a blue dress down her legs and holding something white in her hands. She silently makes her way over to Charlotte, lifting what Lip and Ian recognized as her veil she never fully got to use, clipping it to the top of Charlotte’s head. “There. Now, you look like a bride. A sexy Vegas bride, but a bride. And I better be a bridesmaid.” Lip tugs his sister into a hug, making her stumble, rubbing her back.

“Um, thanks.” he says into her shoulder.

She sniffs in response, pushing him off. “Yeah, yeah, let me hit that blunt, this is gonna be a shit show.”

Once everyone’s dressed, the group makes their way next door, Lip and Charlotte stand in front of the door, ringing the bell because she did have her keys, the only thing in her hands being the flowers he’d given her.

“Yeah, I’m comin’!” Kev yells through the door, pushing it open and eyes bulging at the sight in front of him. “Holy shit. V!”

“What?” she calls from further in the house. “Yelling so early the damn morning. What’s the fucking problem-holy shit.”

V eyes her cousin, staring her down. Charlotte straightens, her stance steady but her face withering a little under V’s gaze. Everyone else watches as the two women share a silent conversation, the elder, putting her hands on her hips, eyebrows raised, the younger squeezing her boyfriend…fiance’s hand as she maintains eye contact. V cocks her head to the side expectantly turning to go back in the house and Charlotte follows, releasing Lip’s hand.

The two women climb the steps up to Kev and V’s room and Charlotte quietly gestures for Lip not to follow. When they get in the room, V pulls her pajama shirt off, grabbing a pink dress off of a hanger. “This is what you wanna do?”

“Yes. I love him.” Charlotte says, sitting on the bed.

“It’s gonna be really hard, Lottie. You know that?”

“I know.”

V turns and Charlotte zips her dress for her. “And your parents?”

Charlotte bites her lip at that. She’s startled to realize that she hadn’t even considered them being there. They weren’t who she thought of when she said they needed to go get family. She loves them, but this, the life she made here, has nothing to do with them. They’d ruin it. “It’s not about them. But you’re here.”

“Hell yeah, I am.” V says kissing her little cousin’s cheek. “Well, if we’re gonna do this, you need to complete the outfit.” She reaches in her drawer, producing her lacey, white garter, tossing it to Charlotte.

“Um…I love you…and thanks, but...when was the last time you washed this and has it been in Kev's mouth?”

When the group was finally complete, they head out of the house, trying to figure out how to stuff everyone into Kev’s car without fucking up their dress clothes. As they stuffed Carl, Debbie and Liam into the back, everyone else was arguing about who should have to squeeze into the middle.

“Well, I’m literally the bride, so-”

“This is my fucking car!”

“Princess doesn’t even need a seat, she’s used to bein’ in fuckhead’s lap.”

As they fuss over the spots, Frank stumbles his way down the street, seeing his family decked out in dress clothes he makes his way over, plucking the blunt out of Ian’s hand. “Good morning family. Who died?”

“Lip and Charlotte are getting married, Daddy!” Debbie calls from inside of the car.

Frank gasps dramatically, clutching his chest before clapping a hand onto the back of Lip’s neck, only to have it slapped off. “My eldest son! Why didn’t you say anything? Look how I’m dressed! Charlotte, looking vivacious as ever.”

Lip’s mouth curl’s in disgust as he tugs her behind him. “You’re not invited, Frank.”

“What? I’m your father. How could you not have me at your first wedding?” Frank slurs, “Besides, I think you’ll regret not inviting Daddy when you see the gift he got you.”

“How the hell does he have a gift, he just found out.” Fiona murmurs to V.

“I’m trying to figure out what gift his broke ass could afford.”

They watch tiredly as Frank stumbles behind the house, the sound of glass shattering ringing out, followed by a bunch of rumbling. When Frank comes back he makes his way over to his elder son, slapping two small items into his hands. “See if I’m invited now.”

Lip opens his hands to see two rings, one plain gold band and one with a small diamond in the middle.

“What the fuck?” Fiona says, getting a closer look. “Where the hell did you get these?”

“These are my and Monica’s rings from our first wedding.”

“And you haven’t pawned them?” Ian asks.

Frank shrugs, “They’re sentimental.”

“You’ve sold Liam.”

“I was gonna get him back! Do you want them or not?”

Lip looks over to Charlotte, “Bunny?”

The woman smiles, running a finger over the rings before nodding. “We could always have them blessed to…you know, get rid of any bad juju.”

“Alright.” Lip says, giving her a peck before turning to get in the car. “Move out, people, let’s go.” As everyone piles in he looks at Frank sighing at them, running his dirty hands over each other. “Fuck.” he breathes, dropping his head forward on Charlotte’s shoulder as she sits in his lap. “Come the fuck on Frank.”

“Fantastic.”

Keith Hanes checks his watch one more time before shaking his head and standing from his desk. He’d given them extra time, tried to get some work done and called his wife while he waited. But time was up, he’d waited all that he could. As he turns the lights out and begins to lock up, he tsks at himself disappointedly. Of course it was a load of shit. He’s a Gallagher.

The older man turns the key, locking the second door of his office, certificate of marriage in his hand. He was a fool to even draft it up as he waited. Just as he goes to crumple the paper he hears what sounds like a stampede of feet running in the marble halls.

“Hey! Shit-” Keith turns to find the young couple sprinting over with the entire Gallagher clan (and one Milkovich) behind them. Lip slipping slightly before catching his balance as he and Charlotte round the corner. “We’re here. Made it.”

“You’re 30 minutes late.”

The blond runs a hand through his disheveled hair, running the other up and down the bare skin of his fianceé’s arm. “Is that uh, is that ours?” he asks, nodding his head toward the certificate.

“Well, yes-”

“Ah! Phillip!” Charlotte squeals, bouncing and squeezing his arm. Lip twists his lips, attempting to contain his own smile as they essentially bum rush the judge back into the room. The young couple follow Keith over to his desk, still wrapped up in each other , exchanging pecks as they murmur excitedly to themselves.

“Uh uh, if I’m gonna get my ass beat by my mama for letting you do this, we’re gonna do this right so we can at least get some pictures on the phone. Move-” V pushes Lip back by his chest, separating the pair before wrapping her manicured nails around Charlotte’s wrist. “C’mon little girl. One second judge.”

Fiona shrugs at the bride as V rearranges the room, ushering Carl, Ian and Mickey to stand behind Lip and instructing Fiona and Debbie to go out into the hallway. Frank stumbles his way over, looping his dirty arm with Charlotte’s free one. “Frank, watch her fuckin’ dress.” Ian hisses as Lip’s brows furrow. “Fuck are you doin’ Frank?”

The older man frowns as his two eldest sons. “I’m-” he burps, “obviously going to be walking my new daughter down the aisle.”

Lip’s eyes immediately catch his girl’s as the brown pools widen. He could tell that she didn’t want that. This was gonna be a big moment, shit, he wouldn’t want to remember it with Frank either. Hell, he’s his dad and he planned to push him as far back as possible, he was lucky to be in the fuckin’ room. But he knows that his sweet girl knows he has complicated feelings toward his father. Hatred. Disgust. Humiliation. But the fucker was still in his blood. He couldn’t fully shake him. Lip knows Charlotte won’t outwardly protest Frank being part of this special moment that he was going to bust his ass to make sure is her only walk down an aisle. Not in front of his little siblings. Not when she’s not sure how he feels about it. “Yeah, fuck that, Frank, go sit down.”

“Well isn’t this fuckin’ something? I don’t happen to see her father here, steppin’ up. I’m welcoming her into the Gallagher family-”

“Sit the fuck down, Frank.” Lip grits, clenching his fists. This shit was not gonna happen. He was not gonna come in here, and bumble his way into ruining his wedding. He’d seen him do it to Fiona, he was not gonna do it to Lip. To Charlotte.

“What? You get a little pussy and you’re a tough guy now?”

“Frank-” the blond steps forward, veins in his arm twitching with how tightly he was clenching his fists. Mickey not far behind him, waiting for someone to throw a punch so he could get his lick in, he was still mad at Frank from the last time he broke Ian’s nose, but he’d promised his boyfriend he wouldn't get arrested this month and they were fucking literally in a courthouse in front of a judge.

“He’s right.” Charlotte intercepts, shaking the older man’s arm off. She pats her free hand softly on her fiance’s cheek. “My dad isn’t here. But, Kev is. That’s what people do right? If your dad can’t do it your brother does?”

“Oh shit-” Kev huffs, using his arm to cover his face.

“Um…are you crying?”

“No, m’not fuckin’ cryin’, Lottie, come the fuck on-” He says, planting his hands on her shoulders and steering her the rest of the way out of the door.

Frank scoffs as he watches them. “Well just fuck me then.”

Lip doesn’t believe in fairytales. Or happy endings. True love, none of that shit. He’s always believed in what life has shown him. Fucking struggle basically. Bad shit with a little drop of happiness slipped in there before shit really hits the fan. Just enough good that he doesn’t just say fuck it and give up. That good usually came in the form of something with his siblings, finding some money, or getting his dick wet.

Then Charlotte came. And those little moments of goodness, happiness starting happening more frequently. They came with the smiles she offered him, plump lips spreading, cheeks dimpling. They came with her soft hands, in his rougher ones, running through his hair cupping his face, touching him. It came with her laughter. Loud giggles that often ended with gasps and slaps on his arm and stomach. And still…with him getting his dick wet…but with her.

All of that was great. Amazing.

But this shit right here. He’d never known that it could get this good. Like, they’re in a courtroom/clerk’s office in the courthouse in which he’d had many things expunged from his record as a juvenile. Where he’d been dragged into foster care, group homes, what the fuck ever else by CPS.

All of that went away watching Charlotte Fisher come down the aisle. It’s not even a fucking aisle. The walk from the doorway is too short. His blue eyes scan her hastily as she slowly makes her way, wanting to catch everything, capture every inch of her. He wants to commit this shit to memory. For when things get hard. He knows shit will never be this good again. This is it. He’s peaked. From her legs, up her body, the way the dress fit. The way her hair falls perfectly. And her face…her face he had to save for last. Because she’s doing it again. Looking at him like he’s something. Like he’s everything. He didn’t know you could feel love from a look like that. If he had the mental capacity at the time, he’d wonder what he must look like looking at her. Probably desperate. Needy. I mean, fuck it, he is.

Lip hadn’t even realized he wasn’t breathing until she’s directly in front of him, leaning her forehead against his, the thin, sheer veil over her face the only thing separating him. The white fabric only making her look even more angelic. “You think your sister is gonna kill me for getting makeup on her veil?” she whispers with a giggle.

Phillip Gallagher is an all encompassing experience. You could laugh at Charlotte if you want to, she loves her man. A lot. So much so that after having a screaming match in front of his ex's house, trekking through mud, and one of the first things he’d ever said to her being ‘wanna bang one out’ she was here. In a white dress. And his sister’s veil. Getting married after like 3 months. And she’s fucking gassed.

She knew what she was signing up for. Chaos. Crazy. Gallagher. That’s fine. Phillip’s here. The consequences of dealing with her own family and friends from home barely cross her mind. All she could think of is intense blue eyes. She loves his eyes. She loves Phillip. He makes her happy. Before she’d come here, she’d thought she was content. She thought the only thing she was missing was independence. She didn’t know that this kind of joy existed. And she didn’t know she could care about someone else’s happiness like she cares about Phillip’s. He’s only 20. But life had already been so rough on him. It makes her sad, sometimes, the dark circles under his eyes, watching him bitterly light a cigarette and roughly tug at his beautiful curls when he’s stressed. Seeing his jaw clench when he sees another little kid wearing new shoes as his siblings walk around in used ones, or some guy gifting his girlfriend with something expensive. Charlotte wants to get rid of those looks. She wants to make life easier for him. To cater to him.

If V heard that she’d probably fucking vomit before slapping the shit out her. Her friends from home would think this was just people pleaser Charlotte, being tricked by some guy again. But this is different. She knows Phillip loves her.

She can feel it. To her core. She can see it, in his eyes, essentially gazing into her soul as he looks at her intently. She can hear it, in the vow he makes to her.

“I’m gonna take fuckin’ care of you, Bunny.”

She hears Judge Hansen sigh at the statement, probably shocked that the vow was so singular. So abrupt. 8 words and one of them was fuckin’.

To Charlotte, it was short and sweet. Meaningful.

“And I’m” she giggles wetly through her tears, her shaking hands in his larger, steadier ones. “Gonna make you so fuckin’ happy, Bubba.”

“You may now kiss the bride-”

“Fuckin’ finally.” Lip breathes, tugging Charlotte to him by the waist and capturing her lips. He leans into her with so much force she’d have stumbled back if his grip on her wasn’t so strong. Charlotte throws her arms around his neck, pressing even closer as their lips continue to meet, blissfully unaware of everyone around them.

“Jesus, Gallagher, you’re not supposed to fuckin’ swallow her.” Mickey calls from behind them. Lip smiles into the kiss, pecking her lips one more time before pulling back, only to be pulled back in.

“Yes he is.” she grins, nudging his nose with hers and squealing as he picks her up, spinning her around.

“Alright, you got the music baby?” Kev calls as he makes his way behind the bar, pulling out shot glasses, lining them up on the wooden bar and preparing to pour.

“On it.”

Lip finishes carrying Charlotte in on his back, refusing to carry her in bridal style because ‘this dingy ass bar isn’t our home’ but giving into her whining that her feet hurt and she didn’t want to get them dirty on the sidewalk. He plops her down on one of the stools and walks between her legs, rubbing his hands along her thighs, kissing her. “‘Makin’ you a spoiled brat.”

“Yeah? You married me?” she smiles against his lips. “That’s so cool.”

“Yeah, it fuckin’ is.”

Wrapping her arm around his neck she lets him rest his head in hers, turning to Ian, “Okay, okay, flirt with me.”

The redhead snorts, leaning his elbows back against the bar. “Hey sexy, let me buy you a drink.”

“Ah! Nope, m’married!” she laughs, waving her left hand in his face, ignoring the tickling feeling of Lip’s breathy laughter on her skin.

Fiona makes her way in, she’d just dropped the younger three kids off at Sheila’s so that they could fully celebrate at the Alibi without worrying about them. She pulls Charlotte from her younger brother’s embrace, pressing her lips to the girl’s cheeks. “Mwah, welcome to the shitshow baby, m’just happy to have a sister in law I can fuckin’ stand. He had shit taste before.” She laughs, shoving her brother’s shoulder. “Now, lets toast to the happy fucking couple.” her eyes lock with Lip’s and she gives him a crooked smile. “Seriously. Really fucking happy for you.”

Everybody has seen Lip fucked up before. Depending on the mood he was in, he could be fun as hell or he could look like Frank Jr. And everyone had seen Charlotte off her ass. She was…less reserved than usual. So, thank God Kev had flipped the closed sign before the shots started rolling.

“Alright, alright man! You been under there long enough!” Kev calls, slapping Lip’s back. The younger man just chuckles as he climbs back from between his bride’s legs, garter dangling from his teeth.

“No he hasn’t!”

“Charlotte!”

“She’s married, Kev.” V says, elbowing her own husband before grabbing her cousin’s hand, “One more drink.”

“One more!” Charlotte cheers, stumbling over to the bar and kneeling so her cousin can pour directly from the bottle into her mouth before pouring it into her own. “Baby, dance with me.”

“Lip doesn’t dance.” Fiona snorts, downing her own drink, coughing as she watches her brother obediently stand, going to sway with his new…shit wife. It’s so weird. Watching her little brother be a husband. Slow dancing with the young woman in front of him, despite the loud base of the fast paced music. The sloppy, drunken kissing and his hand on her ass was very on brand for her brother. But the soft smiles in between, and the thumb, sweeping softly over the girl’s cheek, that was new.

“Looks good on him doesn’t it?” Ian asks, resting his arm on his sister.

“Yeah. It does.”

Mickey sidles up next to the siblings, following their gaze. “Cute.” he pats Ian’s hip before stumbling away, his drink sloshing in glass. “But I better get a real fuckin’ wedding.”

“Don’t get used to this, alright, it’s only because it’s your wedding night.” Fiona calls from Kev and V’s stoop. “And clean up after yourselves.” She watches as Lip lifts a yelping Charlotte off of the ground, stumbling backward a little himself before kicking the door open. She sighs, as it slams shut and turns to V. “Your family is gonna kill us, huh?”

“Oh yeah, we’re dead.”

The newlyweds can't concern themselves with anything but each other at the next house over.

“Okay so,” Lip begins between the heated kisses he’s placing on Charlotte’s neck. “Where do you wanna go first, cause this is the only time my family is ever gonna be cool enough to give us the house.”

His head swims as Charlotte’s hand tugs at the hair at the nape of his neck, her legs hooked around his waist as she drags his lips to hers, speaking against his mouth. “I wanna go where you wanna go.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.”

“C’mon baby.” He breathes before connecting their lips fully, hoisting her, gripping her ass as he walks them up the stairs. He pushes his…their bedroom door open. Charlotte starts giggling, kicking her feet lightly as she adjusts herself in his arms. “What’s funny?”

“You chose our bedroom?” she snorts, pulling back a little to look at him.

“So fuckin’ what? Why’s it funny?”

Charlotte cocks her head to the side, her hair had fallen down hours ago from the dancing she’d done with Fiona and V. “I mean, you’re just the same guy who’s always like,” she clears her throat and tries and fails to make her voice deeper. “Baby, m’so horny let me fuck you in this dirty bathroom, stop being so prissy. Bunny, Kev won’t even be able to tell if I eat your pussy in the car, nobody’s home, lemme bend you over the couch-” she squeaks when he slaps her ass before dumping her onto the bed.

“Fuckin’ brat, I was trying to be nice to you today.”

“Aww,” she pouts, “is that why you wanna do it the ‘boring’ way, like you call it.”

Lip’s gaze softens as he stares down at the woman splayed out on his bed, smiling up at him. “Yeah,” he all but whispers, smoothing his thumb over her cheek, dragging it down her lips and to her jaw, “and, uh, I wanna look at my wife’s pretty face.”

Charlotte settles, catching his hand with hers before he can pull it back, placing it fully on her cheek and leaning into it. “I love you.”

“I fucking love you.” he huffs out, before climbing on top of her and capturing her lips.

This was nowhere near their first time. Like at all. Much to the chagrin of their families, Lip and Charlotte fuck at least 1-2 times a day. But this was something else entirely. They took turns quietly undressing each other, Charlotte taking the time to undo each of Lip’s buttons, Lip running his fingers along her spine as he unzips her zipper. Never straying far from each other, lips either melded together, or close, sharing air.

Charlotte’s fingers flex in blond curls as he settles between her legs, blue eyes staring at her intently, watching for every reaction, as he moans into her core. He only gets to taste her for a moment before she was whining for him to come up, wrapping her legs around him as he settles back on top of her. The couple shares a gasp as he pushes into her, the only sounds filling the air, the soft creaking of the old bed to the rhythm of his slow thrusts and the quiet moans they share.

Lip fights to keep his eyes open despite their impulse to roll closed, desperately taking in her face as he rocks into her, one hand holding her leg, the other exploring her face, his thumb dips into her mouth for a moment, pulling a sound from her that has him chasing it to her lips, kissing her deeply, guiding her tongue along his,

After a moment he drops his head next to hers, pressing his mouth to his ear. “Fucking love you.” Charlotte only gasps in response as his movements get rougher despite maintaining their slow pace. Her hand gripping at his arms as she tightens around him. “Yeah? You like that? You like hearing how much I love you?” Her cry only fuels him, his own mouth falling open briefly as he breathes against her neck. “I love you more than anything and now you’re mine. Say it.”

When all she offers him is a whine, Lip tightens his grip on her jaw slightly, leaning back up and pushing their foreheads together, looking down at her. “Did you hear me?”

“I…I’m yours.”

“That’s right, baby. M’gonna make you so fuckin’ happy. Gonna get you a real fuckin’ house. Gonna be such a good husband for you, bunny. Take care of you.”

“M’gonna take care of you too.” she whispers, arching up to kiss him again, trailing her lips against his cheek.

“God damnit-” he groans, reaching down between them to rub along her clit, feeling her start to spasm around him. “Fuck fuck fuck. C’mon baby.” His grip on her tightens as she climaxes, squirming in his arms as he commits her cries to memory, wanting to hear that sound play on loop in his brain. Lip brings both of his hands to her hips, gripping tightly as he pins her to the bed, as he picks up the pace, his thrusts becoming sloppy. “Fuck, Charlotte, tell me you love me.”

Through her haze, Charlotte calms enough to focus her vision on her husband, truly hearing his plea, seeing it in his eyes as he waits. How could she not? “I love you, Phillip Gallagher.”

Lip moans loudly, his hands tightening impossibly around her as he buries his face in her neck to bury the sound, but she hears it anyway. She feels as he empties himself into her and rubs her hands along his back as he settles on top of her, brushing wet curls away from his face when he finally comes up to press soft, persistent pecks onto her lips.

After a few minutes he pushes off and out of her, despite her demands that he stay where he was, and tosses her over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes. “C’mon Mrs. Gallagher, we gotta make sure you don’t get a UTI.”

“Romantic.”

“Shut up, I’m plenty romantic.”

“In what way?” she scoffs as he plops her down on the toilet and leans against the sink, not even offering her the decency of looking away while she pees. “Hey, you wanna get married tomorrow?” she mocks.

Lip smirks down at her, flicking her forehead. “You’re gonna stop mockin’ me, you don’t like it when I do it to you.”

“I don’t care when you mock me.” she pouts, crossing her arms.

“Oh, fuck, Phillip-” he whines loudly, laughing between his mocking whimpers as he starts tugging her hands away from where they’re covering her ears. “I’m yours, Phillip, please-” he continues for a moment before quietly trailing off, running the rough pads of his fingers along her collarbone, following his own movement with his eyes, starting a trail down to her breasts.

“You just turned yourself on, didn’t you?”

“Yeah.” he shrugs, leaning back on the sink again. “You gonna let me fuck you in the shower?”

Lip sleepily reaches over, grabbing the ringing phone from the bedside table, pressing it to his ear as he smooths a hand down Charlotte’s spine, hoping not to wake her. He was proud of his handiwork, her hair was a mess, she was gonna throw a fit when she woke up and realized she didn’t cover it, but it didn’t matter, they’d sweated it out the night before anyway. Her body is littered with hickeys, her ass still warm and red. He had matching love bites of his own and he was sure his back was red with scratch marks with the pleasant sting he feels.

“Charlotte? Hello?” a man’s voice burns in Lip’s ears as his blue eyes shoot open. He pushes off of the bed, stepping onto the wooden floor, body already tense.

“Who the fuck is this?” he growls into the phone, his change in tone causing the woman to stir.

The voice sounds affronted, meeting his anger with its own. “No, who the hell is this?”

“Her fucking husband, your turn dickhead.” He grits, Charlotte shooting up behind him, waving her hands and trying to wrestle the device out of his hands pleading ‘hang up, hang up, hang up-’ “Her fucking father, young man. I win. Now can I speak to my daughter?”

#oc #fiona gallagher #ian gallagher #kevin ball #lip gallagher #lip gallagher x oc #lip gallagher x reader #shameless #veronica fisher #gallagher #love #charlotte fisher #better #ian x mickey #mickey milkovich

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differenteagletragedy · 1 year ago

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omg i’m the one who sent in the more poly hcs request and i’m living! i have so many thoughts i want to share (all good ones!) so sorry if this is monstrously long!

i love the idea that the Cat Distribution System just dumping all these cats onto baxter and everyone else is just 🤨 “are you stealing cats this can’t be a coincidence anymore”

also roadtrips! i never even thought of that and i love it! i like to believe my mc is most comfortable being a passenger princess (i.e she sits in the backseat and doesn’t help with directions or anything) despite being able to drive and having her license. she will obv help if needed, like in roadtrip in step 3. but it’s funny to imagine everyone else running around at a rest stop getting snacks, gas, etc. and a passenger princess mc is there, just stretching their legs and looking cute, honestly prob giving step 2 kyra vibes with some sunglasses and just serving.

and the wedding! so sweet! i do think it’s funny to imagine someone (prob derek, but maybe cove) being like “omg what if we hyphenate our last names” and then someone else going “sweetie, i love you, but that’s four last names and it’d be ridiculous. we aren’t doing that” so everyone just keeps their own last names for the sake of ease, assuming it’s poly in that way. although, i feel like if they were to take anyone’s last name, it would be mc’s, since they’re like the pin holding them together nicely.

also thanksgiving!! and holidays!!! omg i’m Obsessed! i just know someone’s going to go crazy and deck the house out with decorations for holiday! they’d be known as like That House on the block with the crazy awesome setups every year. on the thanksgiving front, they’d def host thanksgiving (prob cause they have the biggest house and most space). i think it’d be a decently sized gathering of like 12-14 people at first, including them, but as the years progress and they make more friends and people join their families, i can def see it growing to like 20+ people, easily.

okay i’m done! sorry that went on for like Ever! i just have so many thoughts about a poly relationship and i loved your hcs so much! skfjsjdjdk

Thank you for sending it in! I was initially nervous about it but it's been a blast to write about!

-- The Cat Distribution System HIGHLY favors Baxter. As he gets older he turns into a Cat Dad and I won't be convinced otherwise lolol.

Baxter: *comes home covered in scratches, holes in his suit, hair all messed up*

Everyone: ????

Baxter: Oh, my apologies for not explaining -- the neighbor came and said she had an issue with some feral cats that had made a home under her porch, I went to pay them a visit. They're not feral, it turns out, just a bit skittish!

Cove: *to Derek* Does he need a rabies shot?

Derek: He needs something.

-- I always love road trip stories! Your MC is so valid for being a passenger princess, like just let her sit pretty while the boys take care of everything. Lol Cove is coming out with bags of snacks, Derek asks for something healthy and Cove pauses then gives him some of Baxter's gummies.

Cove: *whispers* They're fruit gummies.

-- But LOLOL Cove would absolutely suggest hyphenated names, bless his heart, that's killing me lol. Baby no, shhh. He's like doodling "Cove Holden-Suarez-Ward-Last" in a notebook, he's so sweet.

-- I agree on the decorations! I put this in another list, but I think Baxter would try to keep things a little tasteful but Cove and Derek are like "Nope, we have A Vision" and it's just so much stuff.

#our life beginnings and always

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bisluthq · 2 months ago

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https://www.tumblr.com/bisluthq/777135329050263552/lmao-kid-got-mad-and-broke-his-toy-his-solution

lol ok so I grew up pretty poor, never cold or hungry type poor, but we were savvy and frugal shoppers because it was the only way.

Then when I was about 6 i lost a tooth and had the tooth fairy come. But my parents said I could have one coin, but if I let them hold onto it and keep it in a bank, then in a month I could get two coins because it would earn interest, and be worth more. They were so broke they couldn’t afford to give me that coin that day, but my dad was about to start a better job and in a month they would be able to give me two coins without noticing. I can’t even remember how much the coin was worth lol. So of course I chose to wait and get two coins!

Now this is where it’s actually a funny story lol. When I was about 12 we were much better off and had reliable income, so I actually had some spending money. One time a friend said she didn’t have lunch and was hungry and asked to borrow money. I knew what that was like so of course I gave it to her. Then I found out she went to the mall and bought a dvd that was just released the same day AND she did have lunch from home but just wanted something better! I was so angry and hurt, and when I asked her to pay me back she kept saying she would when she had the money, but she also kept buying new shit. She only owed me about $3 but had easily spent $100 on fun stuff in two weeks without paying me back. So I told her I’d charge her 10% interest for every week she didn’t pay me back and I’d compound it. I kept a page in my math book with the tally and showed her every day and asked if she had it. I stayed on top of her. Then I told her that I was going to charge 20% interest each week because it had been a month and I didn’t have my money. This went on and on for months. I’d loan money to other friends and they paid me back the very next day because they didn’t want to pay interest lol. Even the teachers found out and were impressed with my bookkeeping 😂

Anyway, someone in the group invites us all to the movies for this weekend (we pay for ourselves of course) and I told this girl in front of everyone that it’s a shame she can’t come because she owes me more than the price of the movie ticket. Because I’ve been on top of her for MONTHS other friends stopped loaning her money because we knew she was a scammer and in many other ways, a shitty friend. So Friday comes, we’re going to the movies on Saturday and she has like $15 for me and a very sincere apology for it taking so long. I gave back most of the interest - if she owed me $3 I kept $4, I wasn’t going to take advantage of my friend, but I also wasn’t going to be taken advantage of. Then this bitch, instead of being grateful that I wasn’t a total bitch to her, she told everyone I was a liar and had been trying to scare her for months!!! Lucky for me, I always looked out for my friends and they knew they could trust me and couldn’t trust her. It was a big topic of conversation and a teacher pulled me aside and asked what happened, I explained it and focused on how I wasn’t going to be used like that. The teacher agreed with me.

We all went to the movies and everything was fine lol. But any time someone asked to borrow money I always asked if they were prepared to pay me back, with interest if they didn’t pay me back within 10 school days and I made them sign a contract. People didn’t fuck with my money! lol.

Guess who was diagnosed with autism less than a year ago and scored off the charts in the sections relating to social justice, people taking accountability, and liars/ cheats being a massive trigger 🙋🏼‍♀️😂😂😂

I mean you… were right. This kid should’ve paid you back lol.

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saltyechosmemory · 3 months ago

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Bittersweet Birthdays Part 1

As I sit here writing one of my birthday celebrations. Now only seven days away from another. I am reminded to relate this story which my girlfriend of 6 yrs..that actually a few years after we broke up gave me one of my saddest birthdays when she died at the age of 38 on my birthday of cancer. She was my longest relationship beside my current marriage of over 20 yrs.

She was a wonderful, thoughtful and creative person that was strong, yet sensitive. When I met her she was running an art gallery around the block of my apartment on the Lower East Side of Manhattan NY. I was in a band at that time and we were able to procure a gig in the gallery for one night. It ended up being a great success and I was completely drawn to her energetic personality and beauty. Her long brown hair, average build, enticing big green eyes and friendly manner were an instant turn on. She was just wearing jeans, a T-shirt and a sweater, nothing special. But I wasn't looking at her clothes. Right after our show as we were packing up she was talking to me about the show expressing her approval of the band as I was staring into her eyes not able to really pay attention to what she was saying as I was instantly drawn to her and did something I've never done. I asked her out to dinner before she could finish her sentence about our show. And she, without hesitation said yes! One of the other guys in the band asked me to come help with loading the instruments in the van. I excused myself from her and was so excited that I forgot to make the dinner date. One thing led to another and ended up leaving. Well the gallery was close to my apartment so I went back the next day to apologize about forgetting to make a date. We agreed on an evening I told her I'd pick her up in my car. I had a 1977 El Camino that I had drove up from Florida where I lived before coming to New York City. I couldn't really use it because I usually walked everywhere or took the subway. So I parked it in a lot under the Williamsburg Bridge that was only at the end of my street and around the opposite corner of her gallery and my apartment. I have to say that it was a sweet cozy car with only two seats. White vinyl interior,green carpet. Two tone white and green paint job, big mag L70 wheels on the back and standard front wheels with all around matching steel racing rims. Perfect for a first date. Well when I asked her for her address I didn't have to go far. It ends up she lived in the same apartment building as me! She had been living there for five months, one floor above me and somehow we never saw each other. So that was pretty convenient. I drove up to “our apartment” I Walked one floor up to her apartment. When she opened the door I knew it was going to be a special evening. She was wearing a black and white polk-a-dot dress down to her knees with her hair wave-front-up-do 50s style, cherry red lipstick on, looking straight out of a Hitchcock thriller. And I wasn't looking too shabby in my only black suit, white button down shirt with a skinny black tie and tie clip. We had no idea what either one of us would be wearing, but somehow telepathically, subconsciencely we matched perfectly.

I picked out a great little Italian restaurant on First Ave. in the East Village which we could have walked to in about 20 minutes, but drove to in ten minutes. I have to say that I had walked past this restaurant several times and different times of the day and evening and there was never more than three people, usually men sitting at one table in that restaurant. I picked it because of that reason I knew we would probably pretty much have the place all to ourselves. Sure enough, we walked in and there were two middle aged guys sitting at one table smoking cigarettes and drinking wine looking very Italian, and us walking straight into the God Father movie set, it was surreal. We sat down at a table that had that classic white and red checkerboard tablecloth. A middle aged women with a white slightly stained apron and a big metal long handled spoon walked out of the back and said “what will you have?” I asked for a menu, she laughed and said “ while your thinking, I'll go get your wine” We both looked at each other and knew we had walked into something bizarre. I said to my date, I guess we can have whatever we want. The woman came back with the Chanti that we didn't order and said “what are you kids having?” My date ordered chicken parm and I went with the basic spahgetti and meatballs. The cook was satisfied went to the back brought out some bread in a basket with olive oil in a bowl. We talked, mostly about how it felt like we were in a movie, and how perfectly we fit in this movie we were acting in with our perfect costumes. Dinner came quickly, the portions were large,we ate slowly looking into each other's eyes, sipping our wine. I know we both fully enjoyed each others company, it was absolute magic in that restaurant. We finished our meals completely stuffed. The woman came out. Didn't ask about dessert .Somehow knew we didn't want any. And told us the price without giving a bill. I paid cash and we thanked her for the delicious meal and as we were walking out the two men at the table nodded and smiled at us without saying a word.

Later I had asked a friend of mine that ate out at different restaurants if he had ever eaten at the Italian restaurant on First Ave. I didn't say that I had. He said that is not a real restaurant. Its a mob hang out. Nobody goes in there unless they are associated with the Mafia.

#unknown #my birthday #nyclife #coincidence

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janatm · 6 months ago

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let me guess, you want an apology, probably || BRAKE (feat. Tatum Monroe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman & Bree Brown with Tatum Monroe (Jake's mother)

date & time: October 19-20, 2024 from Saturday night to Sunday afternoon

location: Jake's apartment, semi fancy hotel restaurant

warnings: bad mom, shitty parent

summary: Bree comes over with sex on the brain and somehow that leads to them having a half decent conversation. Then the next day it's time to face Tatum.

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BREE was definitely still mad... annoyed... agitated(??) at Jake but she also knew the way his mother effected him and regardless of where they were at, she was not about to have him endure that woman on his own when he didn't have to. Taking a shower at her place, not dousing herself in her usual concoction of lotions and prays and scents, wearing the most basic clothing she had, were all ways to ensure that things stayed non-sexual. Because she had meant when she said she wasn't coming over for that. Although, it had been over a week and she was snarking, sassing and sniping at people more than usual lately. That lockdown really just amplified everything and there was so much pressure built up inside, the only way to let off some steam was to argue. Normally, she would find someone to relieve her stress with but her stupid boyfriend, who apparently isn't her stupid boyfriend, is the only person she wants to do that with and she refuses. Grabbing her overstuffed luggage, looking as good as she does take more than a cute tote can carry, she made her way to Jake's place. thankfully he didn't live too far. Accepting the drivers offer to bring her bag up for her, soon she was standing in front of his door. It was kind of late so she texted him, I'm here.

JAKE had been in a sea of emotions since his mother called and all but demanded a flight out there to "check on her baby boy" after the earthquakes. He'd tried his hardest to reassure her that he was fine, even sent her pics of himself with his actual family to show that everyone was fine, but it hadn't stopped Tatum. In fact, he was sure that him being surrounded by Puck's family had only fueled her bullshit more, so to keep that woman away from Puck and Maya, he just agreed, said his goodbyes, and went home to prepare himself. He didn't really want Bree to have to endure the woman either but regardless of their status, she wasn't gonna change her mind. With Stacey being at Bonnie's, he did the bare minimum tidying before changing into gray sweats and an old college tee, and then he made sure to hide the condoms since they weren't having sex. As soon as the text came in, he sighed as she walked over and opened up the door. "You really don't have to do this, Bree." He sighed. "I can really handle her by myself."

BREE tapped her foot while she waited for the door to open. When it did she had to stop herself from rolling her eyes at his weak protest to her being there. "If you didn't want me her you would have put up more of a fight. Besides I'm not doing it because I have to, excuse me." She said as she walked into his place, her lauggage rolling behind her as she did. Sliding her outside shoes off and pulling her slippers out of her little tote, she put those on. Making her way to his room, she opened her bag and got her sleepwear out. Very basic, nothing cute, very modest. Showing herself to his bathroom, she changed. "I see you cleaned, so she is coming here then? Or was that for me?" She asked as she walked back into his room, sliding her slippers off and looking at his bed for a beat. Taking in a breath, she continued to not look at him and instead just get in on her side, well, the side she was usually on when she was here anyway. "Would you like us to go get her when she lands or do you want me to have a car take her to her hotel? Where is she staying?" Bree hoped he'd say a motel 7 or whatever those horrendous places, just off the interstate, were called. ut she knew he wouldn't put her somewhere, she might complain about.

JAKE barely had time to keep up as Bree started sassing him and moving around his place like she fucking lived there. Sure, she'd been there more than enough times now and knew her way around just as well as he and Stacey did, but she was also doing way too much moving and talking for him to bother keeping up with, so he simply just leaned on his brand new desk and let her be. Normally, he would have probably asked her to slow down or do what she needed to do first before asking so many questions, but she looked so damn good acting like she owned the place that he didn't even try to respond until she was finally crawling into her side of the bed. "That was for you, but mostly because Stace and I both dipped after the lockdown so it needed a little cleaning. But she's gonna Uber from the airport to her hotel and no, it's not a Motel 6, not that you even know what that is. She picked out some fancy ass hotel downtown and I didn't have the energy to argue with her." Jake sighed as he walked over and climbed into his own side. "Maya says hi, by the way."

BREE chose not to think to much on him cleaning up for her, because it's what you're suppose to do when someone comes over. It did make her smile though, but she played it off like it was about Maya saying hi and not about him. Because smiling at, with or because of him was on her mental list of, absolutely not's. It would have get getting too relaxed and encourage her to let her guard down and that was only going to lead to one thing and that wasn't allowed. Although, he did look good in those sweatpants and she bet he smelled like he always did after a shower. Pulling the blanket up to her waist, she looked at him, "Well, tell her I say hello back when you see her again. Actually I'll just text her." Getting her phone off of the nightstand, she set a reminder to text Maya. "And I know what they are, I've seen them on the side of the road, they look..." She tried to find a neutral word. "Dirty." Well, she tried. "We'll go to the hotel when she checks out and we'll put it on my card." There was a 50/50 chance he fought her on that. "Did you have a good weekend with your family, everyone was unharmed and safe, right?" She asked, slightly concerned, even though she knew if something had happened he would have told her.

JAKE raised a brow when Bree mentioned texting Maya herself. "Wait, you and my niece are texting each other now? Since when? And about what?" He asked. As much as he loved that kid, she definitely poked her lil young ass nose in everybody's business so he didn't trust her and Bree to be talking, not when he wasn't aware. He'd for sure he going through Maya's phone when he went back over there. He wasn't surprised she called the motels dirty since for someone like Bree, that was spot on. "Not all Motel 6s are dirty. And before you ask, no, I haven't been slumming it in one lately. They're a big hit in Alabama because it was the only motel or hotel that let us book rooms in high school." He shrugged. "But no, Bree. You're not doing that. Besides, wouldn't your parents look at your credit card bill and wonder why you're paying for a hotel room?" Honestly he didn't even know whether her parents were still looking at her bill or not, but he sure as hell didn't need them showing up thinking she was doing charity work with him. Leaning back against the headboard, he nodded. "Yeah, everyone's good. Well...unharmed, but Puck's a mess, Eva's a mess, and Santana is bossing everyone around and giving unsolicited advice."

BREE waved him off. "All the things she can't talk to her uncles about. So none of your business." It was mostly just her letting Bree know how Jake was doing and if she thought he was sulking and asking if she can come cheer him up. All unprompted by Bree, but she had liked knowing how he was and there were several time she had considered coming over to see him. But she'd only ever gone as far as to make a passing remark to him during or after class. But sometimes Bree had been sccessful in changing the subject and it did seem the girl had a lot to say about her own life and her friendships and crushes and it was nice. Like Bree was an aunt or something to her. Family. Looking over at him as he explained the allure of a Motel 6, she laughed when he asked about her parents looking at her bills. "No, they aren't looking at my credit card bills or any of my finances. They give me a monthly allowance and I do have my own money. Influencing at my level pays. All those brand deals I do? Over ten thousand for each one, not to mention my commissions on sales I brought to the company. I can pay my own bills." She said smoothing out the blanket over her legs. Sighing at the mention of Puck and Eva, she thought about Morgan and how he probably wasn't doing any better and she's not sure when she started caring about these people but she did find herself wanting them to find their happiness, preferably together, since that seemed to be what they wanted and quite frankly she didn't need to witness another classroom fiasco. "Santana does like telling people what to do but she means well." Granted most of what she knew about the woman was sexual... nope, we are not thinking about sex. Of course, that made her look over at Jake, and tried to find a flaw to latch to and make an ick out of but all she could think about was the wayhe'd call her baby girl when he was inside of her. "Are you allergic to A/C, why is it a thousand degrees in here?" She removed the blanket from her body and moved her hair to the side as she fanned at her face.

JAKE rolled his eyes at that, deciding he'd ask Maya himself about it since he wasn't gonna get anything from Bree. And it wasn't that he was upset over his niece turning to his..not girlfriend to talk about stuff, whatever stuff it was, he just knew that Maya was her mother's child and he didn't need her gossiping to Bree about him. Humming along as she explained the financial stuff, he didn't realize until now that he had never so much as asked her how much she made from her little content creating thing, or how much her parents put in her account, but he also wasn't surprised. "Fine, you can pay your own bills but you're not paying for my mom's hotel room." He decided, and even if she wanted to put up a fight, he wasn't gonna let her this time. When Bree seemed to at least have had a run in with Santana, he figured it probably wasn't the most pleasant and just decided to drop it. Watching her pull the blanket off, he groaned as he hopped up. "I haven't been here, remember? We don't leave it on when we're not here." Jake pointed out as he went to turn it to a comfortable 67. "And you know you can just ask when you want something instead of being all bratty like that, right?" He questioned, slipping right back into bed. "It'll kick in within a few minutes, so just stay like that until it does, and then let's just get some sleep."

BREE considered fight him on her not paying for the hotel room, but she figured she could probably get her way if she went around him and just dealt with the hotel directly. Might even be able to get the room comped. It was something to deal with another day. As he hopped up, she regretted her outburst because he always put the thermostat too low and she knew once the thought of him blowing her back out left her mind she would be freezing cold, which would like lead her to snuggle up to him and that was also on her list of absolutely nots. "I am not being-" She just herself off as she had found that fighting him on whether or not she was a brat only served to further his point and she was not in the mood. "Stay like what? Sweltering and uncomfortable?" She said with a pout as she crossed her legs, still fanning herself, even though it wasn't nearly as hot anymore, even without the A/C. Sitting in silece next to him, she just wanted to snip and snipe some more, work off some of that pressure built up in her but she couldn't even think of anything to comment on. So she just looked down at the blanket again, seeing a couple pieces of lint she swiped at them without realizing where her hand was going. Over Jake's crotch mostly. Finally, noticing she tried to play it off. "Just getting rid of some lint, don't get excited." She hadn't meant to be sassy about it.

JAKE normally would have entertained this whole 'I'm not a brat' bullshit, at least if they were on better terms anyways, but this wasn't the time for it. The mere mention of a visit from either of his parents left him on edge, so arguing over something fruitless wasn't on his agenda for tonight. Sighing as she kept whining about the heat she felt, which he didn't understand because it wasn't even that warm in the apartment, he shrugged nonchalantly. "You're not even that hot, Bree. Just give the air a minute to kick in. Do you want some water? Iced tea or something to help?" He asked. Maybe it was just some sort of residual shit from the lockdown, since the temperatures in there could have been better and it got too swamped and too stinky in there, but he knew she'd cool off soon enough. Watching her swiping at something he clearly wasn't paying attention to, the hand brushing over his bulge didn't really bother him at all. "I'm literally chill right now." He stated calmly. "And I have no idea what you're playing at, but I'm not in the mood for games or bickering or any of your other tactics tonight. You know how stressed Tatum and Gabe make me, and after the fucked up week we just had, all I want right now is to..enjoy what's left of my peace before I have to see my mom tomorrow."

BREE could have taken the bait, that probably wasn't bait, and picked an argument. I mean, that had been what she was trying to do anyway, right? Find something that would annoy him enough that he wouldn't be so damn chill. She could get mad at him for being so chill while she was flustered and effected just by his presence. A part of her was annoyed. A larger part of her, however, wanted to make him feel better. Wanted to take his mind off of tomorrow and woman who calls herself his mother. Now, should she leave the man alone, yes, she should. Just lay down and close her eyes and wait for the morning to come but he did say she could just ask if she wanted something. "I know I said no sex, but I want to have sex with you. Right now." That wasn't even a question, but it also wasn't her being a brat or playing games so maybe he'd appreciate that. But now she felt too exposed so she immediately tried to make it like an apology for being a bit of a bitch. "So I am being bratty because being close to you has a certain... effect on me. I can sleep on the couch." She really didn't want to but she also knew she probably wasn't going to be able to sleep otherwise, so she startered getting up.

JAKE was so used to the games and shit at this point that he truly expected Bree's petty ass to keep this going, so when she seemed to hesitate for a bit, he would have been worried if he didn't register the silence as a good thing. Possibly, anyways. But when Bree finally spoke, he was fucking confused. Hadn't they agreed that they weren't having sex? And now..? Shaking his head, he sighed. "I'm honestly not in the mood for that, for once." He admitted. "I don't know what effect I suddenly have on you, aside from us just being surrounded by sweaty white couples that were bumping unwashed uglies, but in case we haven't learned, sex doesn't do shit but make matters worse for us." Jake grabbed his favorite pillow before standing up from his bed. "You can take my bed. I'll take the couch, and if you want, you can shed some clothing or whatever since you're so hot." He offered.

BREE kind of knew this is how he would respond. At this point she can't really remember the last time he was affectionate with her and maybe she had misunderstood him, but he just told her that physical affection was how he showed her his love. It didn't need to be sex, but even in lockdown, after being seperated and not being able to talk to or see each other all he wanted to do was sit in a corner alone and she tried to understand so she gave him space but she wanted to be near him. Not have sex, just be near him and that ended in him saying he didn't want to do this and then they were apart the rest of the time. Then it ended and he was there to get out of the cafeteria with her but then he left her alone. Fine, understandable, he wanted to see his brother and his neice, his family. Then he messages her about sex, and she was annoyed because it didn't seem like him wanting to reconnect and show her love it felt like he was horny and wanted to get his dick wet. So she started a fight about Ellie, even though she didn't even really care. Then he tells her his mom is coming into town and here she is inserting herself into his life when he made it clear up front that he didn't want her here. Not at his place and not with him and his mother tomorrow. It wasn't even about him rejecting her in this moment, it was about all the other rejections that made this one feel par for the course. But this wasn't about her, so she let that armors she was known for engulf her very essence and let those emotions that were trying to escape bang up against her unbreakable force field. Jake was already stressed and she had no interest in making matters any worse than she already had. "That isn't necessary. You need your rest." As she spoke she got up and put her slippers back on and opened her bag. "I will call the car and I'll go home." She took out what she had been wearing when she got here and she changed back into them, right there as she continued to speak. "If you want me to be there for you tomorrow with your mom, just let me know and I will meet you." Her tone was neutral, not robotic though, it was light and while she didn't manage a smile she figured he wasn't looking for one. Getting her sleepwear back in her luggage, she sit it upright and texted her usual driver her current address and waited for his response. "You shoudl sleep. I will lock the door beind me once my driver is here, which should be in about fifteen minutes." She started walking to the living room to wait, he bag rolling behind her.

JAKE was practically frozen in place as he watched Bree get out of his bed, suddenly moving to call her car before she was just..stripping right in front of him and changing back into the clothes she'd previously been wearing. He was confused as hell now, for multiple reasons. Before, him wanting sex was a problem because Bree assumed that was all he wanted from her. They'd talked about it, realized that there was a much deeper meaning behind it, and had moved on. Then they'd had their fight during lockdown, which thanks to Puck he knew was his own fault now, and she'd shut down his futile attempt to just fuck as if nothing had happened, so he had accepted that they weren't going to be intimate any time soon. Now, she was shifting gears and when he shut it down, she was leaving? he was damn near getting whiplash here. Letting Bree grab her bag and head off to the living room, he exhaled a deep breath before he followed her out. "Cancel the damn car, Bree." He stated sternly. Sitting on the arm of the couch, Jake grabbed her waist and pulled her closer. "Tatum's not like Gabe, that much I know, but Puck had Eva around that man and apparently she was about to fight him. My mom's not verbally abusive like him, but one thing she's never hidden is the fact that I was a meal ticket for her. She's pretending that she's concerned about me after the earthquake, but I'm pretty sure she's only coming out here because Gabe refused to give her money now that he's giving it to me directly. And no, ideally I do not want her anywhere near you, Puck, his mom, or Maya — and that is just me being protective." He admitted. "I would feel a lot better with you there, but..at this point, I fuck this up enough for us as it is, so I just don't want my mom making things any worse for us. And me saying no to sex isn't about you, babe. My head is just a mess right now so if we had sex, it would probably be as bad as Ellie tried to say it was." He whined.

BREE was tired. Not just tonight but since day two of the lockdown, she had been exhausted. Having nowhere to go to be herself without judgment, without someone getting on her last good nerve. Maybe, it had made her crazy, she didn't know, but she did know she didn't expect this man to tell her not to go, didn't expect him to pull her in close and she definitely hadn't expected Jake to explain anything. This felt like the most he'd revealed to her in a while, so she didn't interrupt, she just let him talk and she absorbed her his words and she let his touch keep her grounded. Selfishly, it did make her feel better to hear she was on the list of people he wanted to protect and that he would feel better with her there tomorrow. But her brows furrowed when he mentioned sex. Not because she didn't understand what he was saying or what, but because she felt bad that it looked like she was leaving because of the sex or lack thereof. Letting her hand come up she rested it on his cheek, letting her thumb trace over his cheekbone. "Thank you for telling me all of that. I wish your parents were less of a headache for you, and I appreciate you wanting to protect me, but I just want to be there for you. I wasn't leaving because you didn't want to have sex. Honestly, you could tell me you never wanted to have sex again and yes, it would be a massive adjust and I would dramatically mourn, but I would adjust. For you. But recently it's just felt like you're pushing me away and we haven't been physical in any way in a while and you said that how you show you love me and I think i just got scared that because we haven't been physically affectionate at all that it meant you didn't love me anymore. Which, it doesn't need to be sex but just this..." She gestured at their physical closeness. "Makes me feel like we're okay. I guess, physical touch is how I feel loved too. I don't know, I've never paid much attention to love languages or whatever they're called." Taking out her phone, she did cancel her car. "I'm sorry for being a brat, kind of, well I'm sorry it stressed you out more anyway."

JAKE did at least know by now that Bree seemed to listen to him whenever he told her what to do, as long as it was accompanied by him touching her or saying some shit she wanted to hear — though, as long as he meant it. And he did mean it. Leaning into the thumb rubbing at her cheekbone, he gave a swift nod as she seemed content with the explanation she hadn't asked for but received anyways. He let her speak, and when she gave an explanation of her own, he sighed as the reality set in. With the lockdown, he just hadn't considered the fact that they hadn't been physical in a while, whether it was sex or anything else. And now he felt bad that he'd made her think that maybe he didn't love her anymore. "You know you can't just flip a switch and turn off your love for someone, right?" He asked, trying to lighten the mood just a tad bit. "I'm still in love with you, Bree. I'm sorry for making you doubt that, and for not touching you. We were just both busy before the lockdown, and I really was gonna be at your apartment after those brand deals Eva had set up for you, but then everything happened. I'm sorry, baby." Jake pulled Bree closer, if that were even possible, and then leaned in and softly kissed her neck. "How about this: we get through tomorrow with my mom, and maybe she'll get pissed off enough to take her ass back home the day after that, and then you and I will talk about our love languages, and reconnect. Sound good?" He asked before giving her a small smile.

BREE playfully rolled her eyes at Jake and softly swated at his shoulder for his question. Of course, logically, she knew he couldn't just turn his love on and off like that but it would seem she still held some insecurities within their relationship and needed some reassurance sometimes. It might help her if there was a clear label and definition for what they were to each other, but that was a conversation for another day. Right now, she was just happy to be in his arms again and to both hear and feel his love for her and she hoped he could feel her love for him too. She smiled at the kiss and wrapped her arms around his neck as he spoke again. Nodding she leaned down and gave him a soft kiss before pulling away and tugging on his arm to get up. "Number one, you do not have to apologize for an earthquake getting in the way of our plans. Actually, number one is I love you, too. So then, number three, that sounds perfect, maybe a bit idealistic but we're both very good at pissing people off so it seem attainable." She smiled genuinely at that. Maybe not the best thing to have in common generally, but sometimes it did have it's uses. "But most importantly, number four, I am exhausted and I just want to go to sleep and I'm really regretting changing out of my sleepwear." She whined looking at her luggage.

JAKE chuckled at the swat, not even the least bit bothered by his girl doing that because of his teasing. But they were at least in a good place, for now, so he just wanted to go to bed now. When Bree confirmed that she was also exhausted, he nodded. "Hang on." He warned before he picked her up and gently tossed her over his shoulder, grabbing her bag with the other hand before carrying her back to his bedroom, where he gently laid her down on the bed. Once he put her bag down, he carefully peeled her out of her clothes and tossed them aside. "Alright, now we can sleep." He hummed as she climbed in next to her, pulling her right into his arms. "Night, babe." THE NEXT DAY He mumbled before he dozed right off. The next morning was almost a blur, to say the least. Jake barely recalls forcing himself to get dressed, hopping into Bree's car, and then being driven over to the hotel his mother had requested. Her flight had landed about half an hour ago, and the car he'd ordered had just dropped her off. He was damn near squeezing Bree's hand as they walked into the hotel, his nerves and his mind all over the place now that this was about to happen. They'd barely made it past the entrance when he spotted the woman, and all he could was groan as she spotted him from the bar. "Jakey!" The woman beamed as she ran over and hugged her son. "Aww, I've missed my baby boy!" The woman lied, and Jake just hugged her back for a second before pulling away from her. "Hey, ma." He dryly greeted the woman, who had now turned her attention right to Bree. "Right. Ma, this is Bree. Bree, this is..my mother." As soon as Jake finished his introduction, Tatum was already holding her arms out to hug Bree. "Ohh, I've heard about you. It's about time I got to meet the little rich girl that's got my Jakey all in love. And I'm a hugger, so come here!" The woman squealed.

BREE can't remember the last time she slept so well. Between the shit show of the lockdown and the stress she hadn't even really realized she was holding there after, she just hadn't done much more than toss and turn for a few hours before prematurely getting up and starting her day. This time, when she woke up before her alarm, she felt refreshed and happy. It made getting ready for the day ahead significantly easier and her and Jake even managed not to start a single fight before it was time to go meet up with his mother. As they made their way to the hotel, she held Jake's hand and tried to carry on mindless conversation until they reached their destination. As they walked inside, she wasn't nervous but she was on guard like she usually was during public events or brand deals. Palatable but with a keen eye for bullshit. As she heard Jake groan, she squeezed his hand before letting go so his mother could greet him. She stood and took everything in and when the attention was on Bree, she smiled at the woman, and despite not being a hugger herself, she obliged. Even if Jake and this woman didn't have the best relationship, she was still his mother and Bree planned on being in his life long term so no need to start with a potentially bad impression. Although, it wasn't lost on her that she felt the need to describe her as a rich girl. Given what she knew about Tatum, this wasn't surprising but it still felt worth noting. As they hugged, she was please when the woman finally pulled away. Already, she could tell this was going to be a long day, so she grabbed Jake's hand and smiled at him, waiting to follow his lead.

JAKE was already over this, but as soon as Bree pulled away, Tatum was ushering them over to a booth, and all he could do was groan as he tugged Bree over. Sliding into the opposite side of the booth from his mother, he pulled Bree in right next to him. "You two look so adorable together!" Tatum grinned before she motioned a server over and ordered an expensive, vintage bottle of wine. "Ma, why are you ordering bottles you can't afford?" He questioned rhetorically, though he wanted to see what answer she'd give anyways. "Your daddy told me he gave you money. Told me exactly how much too, so you can afford this." She responded, winking over at her son before she turned her attention back to Bree again. "You should've been the one to tell me that, Jacob, since it meant that bastard was cutting me off now. How am I supposed to pay my bills now, huh? He already pays for you to go to this little fancy school so why did you need all of that money? Isn't your little girlfriend rich and one of those little instagram baddies?" Tatum spat, and Jake rolled his eyes hard. "Her name is Bree, and her money is her money. I've never asked her for anything, nor would I, because I'm not like you." He hissed, and while he wasn't intending to start a fight this soon, he could tell his mom was about to act up, as she normally did. And when she started laughing, he clenched his jaw almost on instinct. "Bree." The woman repeated just as the server came over with the bottle and three glasses, and Tatum let him fill up all three and leave again before she turned to Bree again. "Why is someone like you dating my son anyways? I know he's good looking, he got that from his mama, so you two hooking up would make sense. But dating him? What's in it for you? Is my Jacob just some toy you're using to piss off your rich mommy and daddy? This a charity case thing?" Tatum questioned before sipping on her wine. "Bree, you don't have to answer that." Jake quickly chimed in.

BREE let Jake maneuver her until they were sitting on the same side of the booth. It didn't take long for Tatum to start talking again and if Bree didn't like people, Tatum would be a prime example of why. Everything that came out of her mouth was a, not so, thinly veiled insult toward Bree, someone she just or a manipulation tactic to try and guilt her own son into paying for overpriced mediocre wine and apparently her bills. And she didn't like the way she said Jacob. Not to mention the second Jacob turned eighteen, Gabriel should have been giving money directly to his son anyway. But of course, Jake wouldn't have fought his mother on that, he was probably just glad to get away from her. At that thought, she placed a hand on his leg under the table. Wait, did this woman just call me a little Instagram baddie? Like she doesn't make tens of thousands of dollars per brand deal. Like she doesn't have millions of followers across multiple platforms. Like she isn't the daughter of literal Hollywood royalty. Instead of saying any of that she just looked at Jake and smiled at his response. She wanted to smooth away the tension in his jaw with her touch, but before she could even think to do it, Tatum was addressing her. And because Bree has manners she looked at the woman as she spoke. Despite the irritation she felt at the woman she smiled as she pat Jake's leg. "No, it's okay, I don't mind answering a concerned mother's questions." There may have been a hint of sarcasm in the word concerned. "While I can't see the resemblance between the two of you, Jake is arguably the most attractive man I have ever seen and no, my parents do not approve of our relationship, but that would actually be more of a reason for me not to date him. But Jake is so much smarter than he gives himself credit for, he is witty and funny and charming, he matches my energy and he sees me and I see him. I like being around him and considering my general aversion to people, that is rather impressive." As she finished her explanation, she looked at Jake and gave him a genuine smile. "And I know you didn't ask me, but to answer your earlier question of what you should do now that Gabriel won't be paying your bills, I would recommend that you get a job."

JAKE felt the hand on his leg and knew before Bree even opened her mouth that he was about to be proud as hell of his...girlfriend? Not girlfriend? Regardless of the label, he leaned back against the seat as she spoke, and naturally, a smirk graced his lips as she complimented him. He loved it when he didn't have to fishing for compliments from the woman he loved, but having her stand up for him and defend him against his mother was now at the top of the list of things he loved about Bree. And with the way Tatum seemed flabbergasted at the remarks, that was only more appeasing than everything else. He'd never seen his mom be stunned, since he was more used to her taking anything anyone said to her with a neutral face before she spat something worse back at that. Resting his on hand on top of his girl's hand, he gave it a gentle squeeze as she finished her verbal lashing. "Young lady, that is no way to talk to me." Tatum hissed. "I know my son is smart. I've watched that boy toy around with electronic devices since he was a kid. Don't get cocky just because you've been fucking him and think you know him better than the woman who gave birth to him." She spat. "Chill out, ma! This has nothing to do with sex!" Jake groaned, and Tatum just waved a hand at him dismissively as her attention remained on the object of her son's affection. "For your information, getting a job isn't in the cards for me, not when I had a kid with a rockstar and raised him by myself for 18 years. Everything that he is, is because of me, not anyone else, so the least I deserve is a roof over my head for my troubles. But funny of you to mention a job when you're...not exactly a working girl, unless you're selling yourself to my son." Tatum stated, clearly pleased with herself. "What the fuck, ma! It's not like that — I love her, and she loves me." Jake clarified, and Tatum sighed as she turned to him. "Oh, my sweet boy. She's just gonna drop you when someone richer comes along." The woman stated, and as if Jake hadn't spent enough time considering that very thing himself, his insecurities were starting to kick in yet again. "Bree, honey, why don't you just leave my son alone? Toying with his feelings for sex or whatever else you're getting out of him isn't good for my Jacob, or for me, so we should go ahead and end this now."

BREE could tell immediately, that she had hit a nerve, maybe several with the way the woman across from them looked. As if she was about to burst at the seems, she'd laugh if she lacked decorum. Instead, she just continued to hold Jake's hand while they both listened to this woman try and cut Bree down. Of course the issue with that is, Bree is like a mighty Oak tree and Tatum was coming at her with a balloon sword. Truly the most unremarkable attempt at her ego she had ever experienced. Letting Jake interject here and there, she did manage a small smile to herself as he told his mother he loved her. She hoped that little flutter in her chest never went away at hearing him say that. Eventually, Tatum stopped talking and Bree figured she'd start from the top. "While I respect my elders, I will speak to you in the manner in which you speak to me. So, if you don't like my tone then adjust your own." Keeping eye contact with the other woman, Bree found she had no respect for a parent who acted like their child owned them for anything. "Everything that Jake is, is despite you. You had nothing to so with the man that he is. All you did was try to con your way into money by getting knocked up by the most unrelliable and irresponsible rockstar planet earth has to offer. And now that Gabriel isn't going to give you what, quite frankly, you've never been entitled to, you think your son should do it because you provided the bare minimum a parent is legally obligated to?" Bree was unable to hold back an eye roll at that. "And I do not appreciate you implying that Jake isn't worthy of me exactly as he is. I understand that you can't fathom two people being together out of nothing but love and connection but all the money in the world wouldn't make me 'drop' him." Again, she turned to the man she loved and smiled at him, her hand squeezing his before she addressed Tatum again. "I will agree that we should go ahead and end this. You should get the next flight back home and while you're sitting in that economy seat, you can figure out how you're going to pay your bills because it won't be Jake." She said it with a finality because she would be dammed if this parasite of a mother got one more cent out of her man.

JAKE should have expected a run in with his mom and Bree to go exactly like this, yet his mom was crossing lines he hadn't even imagined. Her coming at him or taking shots at the other Puckermans was normal, but her assuming she knew Bree and knew how this would all play out was new. Then again, this was also why he'd unintentionally kept his mentions of his girlfriend to a bare minimum any time he talked to his mom. But he was pulled out of his own thoughts as Bree defended not just him, but their relationship again, and he knew this conversation had to end soon. Tatum was practically sitting there with her mouth wide open as she was being read for filth, and once Bree finally stopped, she pulled herself together and turned to her son. "Jacob, I won't tolerate your little ATM talking to me like this." She huffed, and Jake just shook his head. "Then you should've been more respectful. She gave you the same energy you gave her, so I'm on her side." He clarified, much to his mother's dismay. Taking his wallet out, Jake pulled a few bills out and tossed them down on the table. "This was unnecessary, ma. You didn't need to make a whole trip out here just to beg me for money, but since you are here, do what you've always done best and use your...assets to get some more money." He stated as he stood up from the table and offered a hand to Bree. "Jacob Elias Puckerman, don't you dare try to walk away and turn your back on me. I am still your mother, and I raised you so I deserve more respect than this. I also deserve that money. I went through hell just to bring you into this world!" Tatum hissed, to which Jake just chuckled. "You had a baby with a black man knowing your entire family and city was religious and racist. I didn't ask to be born, Tatum. You used me to milk cash out of a rich dude, which led to you being shunned, so that's your problem. Do what you do best and sell yourself, I guess." He suggested before he turned back to Bree. "Ready, babe?"

BREE firgued she had said more than enough to this woman and hoped that this would end in her and Jake leaving, and his mother being a non issue for a while. He deserved a break from her and quite frankly, at her big ass age, Tatum did need to figure out a plan, because she couldn't keep doing this to Jake. Even if she didn't care about her son like she should Bree did and she wouldn't let her keep taking advantage of him, guilting and manipulating him into paying her way. As she watched mother and son go back and forth, she had to say she was proud of her man for standing up for himself. Standing up as he offered his hand to her, she took it and was glad this whole ordeal was almost over. But the last thing he said to her, might have been the most important thing she could hear, and the most difficult, but again, she was so proud of Jake for telling her no and for telling her about herself. It was obvious that the woman wasn't ready to hear it, but maybe Jake was able to plant a seed that would eventually grow. Squeezing his hand and smiling up at him and nodded her yes, she let him lead them out to, hopefully, leave that woman behind him.

#character tag ( bree brown )#threads ( bree brown )#ship tag ( brake )#bree ( ft. jake puckerman )

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lxnarphase · 6 months ago

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preface: i am wine drunk to cope with the election. apologies for incoherencey.

my first date with yuta was typical dinner and a movie. he mulled over several ideas for it, but at the end of the day he’s not very creative and very anxious, so he went with the tried and true.

we went and saw some big blockbuster movie in a franchise (like the new planet of the apes movie). except to prepare for it i watched all the preceding movies, and he didn’t even realize it wasn’t a stand alone so he went in completely blind. i was nervous during the trailers, stiff, scared to use the shared arm rest, but after i started getting into the movie, i was totally engrossed. as i watched the movie and glanced at him whenever something major happened or it referenced a previous movie, he watched me out of the corner of his eye most of the time and really only looked at the screen when i prompted him to.

when the movie was over we went and got pizza. the whole ride to the restaurant i talked about the movie and he just nodded and agreed bc he saw maybe 5 minutes total of it. when we sat down to eat i asked what he thought about it and that’s when he admitted that he didn’t really follow it well because he hadn’t seen the previous movies. my jaw fucking dropped. so i went into explaining the cinematic universe from the start because i had gotten really into the series in preparation for this date. as i explained it to him he got more interested, just based on my passion for it, and said that we should watch all the movies together some time. i immediately agreed and we decided that a movie marathon was going to be our second date.

after the movie topic was exhausted, we played 20 questions as we ate and he drove me back home. except we vastly exceeded 20 questions and ended up sitting and talking in my drive way for 40 more minutes before we realized the time. as he walked me to my door i apologized for doing most of the talking and he just blinked at me and went

“You are a thousand times more interesting than any movie I’ve ever seen. You’d get tired of talking well before I’d get tired of listening.”

And as someone who thinks she is the most annoying person on the planet, that is the hottest thing anyone had ever said to me and I kissed him on my front step for another 5 minutes.

anyways he is the love of my life.

i love being able to see how in love people are with their f/os its genuinely so beautiful this is so sweet and well thought out, im kicking my feet like i got this as a text message at 3am from a friend on their first date, thank you so much for sharing this with me im giggling right now

#˗ˏˋ ★ ring ring .ᐟ #teehee hee !!#this is so cute i LOVE THIS #the sitting in the car all night too is so reallllll #sighhhhh #oh to be helplessly in love !!!

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blckbarbree · 6 months ago

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let me guess, you want an apology, probably || BRAKE (feat. Tatum Monroe)

tagging: Jake Puckerman ( @puckjake ) & Bree Brown with Tatum Monroe (Jake's mother)

date & time: October 19-20, 2024 from saturday night to sunday afternoon

location: Jake's apartment, semi fancy hotel restaurant

warnings: bad mom, shitty parent

summary: Bree comes over with sex on the brain and somehow that leads to them having a half decent conversation. Then the next day it's time to face Tatum.

word count: 7,646

#jake puckerman ― 𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓮𝓻 𝓽𝓪𝓰 #°𝓼𝓱𝓲𝓹 𝓽𝓪𝓰 ↳ brake placeholder #f2f °( ft. jake )#― interaction tag #°𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 𝓽𝓪𝓰 ↳ f2f

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