#unless you’re a baby child you get a pass but come on

[autoneurotic]

it should be acceptable to beat the shit out of people insane style for coughing without covering their mouth

[sebnameyourcar]

wait would you u want to explain the context of multi 21?

MULTI-21: A HISTORY LESSON

MODERN ASSUMPTIONS:

it has been over a decade since the 2013 malaysian grand prix. as the years have gone on, people have forgotten, or smoothed out, the minutiae of it.

when people talk about multi-21 nowadays, it tends to fall under three headings:

• evil supervillain seb was addicted to winning and didn’t care about his team. selfish emotionless robot. got booed for a year and deserved it

• cunty brat seb was a disobedient child and refused to listen to his team and faced no consequences ever because he was red bulls special little boytoy

• poor mark webber was betrayed by his team as he had been for five years. the win was his and seb stole it

but of course, nothing is ever so simple

BACKGROUND

by 2013, sebastian and mark had been teammates for 5 years, and part of the extended red bull “family” for 7.

when they became teammates in 2009, mark was the older, more experienced head. seb was the young wunderkind who already had a race win under his belt, more than mark had.

(ironically, mark won his first race in germany in 2009. seb wouldn’t win his home GP until 2013. seb has since called mark’s 2009 german gp win as one of the most impressive drives he’s ever seen.)

anyway. let’s go back in time. it’s japan. it’s 2007. and it is raining. it’s lap 45, under the safety car after alonso crashed out. the rain is TORRENTIAL, and mark (red bull) is running in 2nd. he’s so sick that he’s vomiting in his helmet. seb (toro rosso baby. 20 years old) was 3rd. hamilton was leading, and braked quite dangerously. seb was caught out by this, and crashed into the back of mark. both of them had been running in the podium places, and both had to retire. mark called seb a kid without experience fucking it up. seb cried in his garage. this is the first time they crash. mark later referred to it as the first time they made love on track because he’s a freak

fast forward to turkey 2010. they are teammates now, and have been for over a year. fuji 2007 had largely been forgotten. water under the bridge. they are fighting for the championship against ferrari and mclaren. mark got pole, but around lap 40 seb had caught up to him as mark had to save fuel. they “merged towards each other” (generous). mark didn’t give seb enough space, seb was too over-eager. people will have different opinions. unless you’re helmut marko, who will always back seb, since seb is a product of the red bull academy whereas mark wasn’t. mark went on to finish on the podium, seb had to retire. seb was PISSED! (sexy). this is seen as the start of the “rivalry” by many.

britain 2010. aka the mark-webber-slams-water-on-desk moment. seb was given the new front wing from marks car for qualifying because he was a better qualifier because his had broken in fp3. he would ultimately get a puncture in the race, whilst webber with the old wing came first, and graced us with the “not bad for a no.2 driver” radio message.

so, where are we by summer 2010 and spring 2011? fuji was no one’s fault really, turkey was six of one half a dozen of the other, but mark felt the team favoured seb. britain made that feeling CONCRETE in marks mind. then seb won the title in 2010 after not leading until the final race of the season. in the press conference before abu dhabi 2010, seb kept getting asked if he’d let mark past it if would win mark the championship, and he kept evading the answer. see, mark had been ahead in the championship, but he qualified 7th while seb got pole and won. so, come 2011, webber was convinced the team favoured seb. however, seb was by far and away the better driver.

so. britain 2011. an underrated moment of the vettel webber rivalry. mark qualified on pole, with seb p2. seb quickly took the lead in the race. later on in the race after some botched pit stops and drama, mark was close to seb. red bull told mark NOT to pass seb.

mark ignored this team order. he tried to pass his teammate, but ultimately failed to do so. it’s often forgetting in vettel/webber rivalry lore that mark was the first of them to ignore a direct team order. the difference was he just wasn’t able to make the overtake. here are two interesting quotes from just after the race:

and now. brazil 2012. another forgotten multi-21 backstory. it was the last race of the season, and seb was fighting for his third straight championship, only alonso could possibly beat him. mark qualified 3rd, seb 4th, and alonso 8th. seb had a rocky start to the race, which resulted in him being hit from the back & spun around. he pulled off the mother of all recovery drives to win the championship. alls well that ends well right? wrong. horner admitted a few years ago that seb felt that mark was to blame for the rocky start by forcing seb into the wall. horner even went as far as to say that this lack of teamwork was directly in sebs mind when malaysia 2013 came around. that that was seb’s revenge.

conspiracy theorists will say that mark forced seb towards the wall because he wanted his mate alonso to win the championship over his teammate. definitely possible but not confirmed.

so. here we are. malaysia 2013. it’s been 5 years of crashes, ignored team orders (mark), favouritism (seb) and finally an almost championship-ruining shove towards a wall.

seb qualified on pole, mark 5th. but mark took the lead after the first round of pitstops. around lap 46, seb was gaining on mark, who was on old hard tyres. team orders came through for seb not to fight mark. multi 21 literally means that car no 2 should stay in position ahead of car no 1. just as mark ignored team orders in britain 2011, seb ignored them here. the only difference was seb actually got past. mark was furious (“yep that’s good teamwork!”) seb, a bad liar, was hilarious (“i was really scared… all of a sudden he was moving… i had to…”) horner was regretting most of his life choices (“this is silly seb come on.”)

seb won the race. the most awkward of all cool down rooms ensued (“multi 21 seb. yeah? multi 21”) seb chugged an entire bottle of water. poor lewis hamilton just trying to disappear into thin air. underrated moment is you can see a clip of seb trying to explain something to mark and neither of them are having a good time. on the podium interviews after mark said “seb will have protection from the team as always” - harkening back to his long-felt belief that the team favoured seb, yet ignoring his own history of ignoring team orders, and ignoring brazil 2012.

seb would later apologise.

…

three days later seb would rescind that apology.

(“i was racing i was faster i passed him i won.”)

at this stage, seb had been the dominant driver for four years running and some crowds had grown annoyed at him, so used this as an excuse to boo him at basically every race for the summer swing of the season. seb spoke at the end of 2013 about how hard this was for him, and how he was thankful for the support of his family and girlfriend during the hard times. it’s important to remember that seb was only in his mid 20s when all this booing and controversy was happening. it’s a lot to shoulder, especially when you’re only doing what you’ve always done, what you’re being paid to do: winning.

mark would retire at the end of the 2013 season, though apparently he had already made up his mind before malaysia.

seb would stay at red bull for one more year before moving to ferrari.

when asked in 2022, seb said he wouldn’t change what he did in malaysia 2013. and in my opinion, he’s right.

unlike the mclaren clusterfuck of hungary 24, there was YEARS of history between vettel and webber before multi-21. grudges, crashes, hurts, pride, friendship, rivalry, championships lost and won. this was the cumulation of their entire careers to date, all of their mistakes and their motivations for better or for worse.

basically, it was never so simple as “seb ignored team orders because he was an arrogant brat” or “poor mark the team never liked him” it’s… well it’s all of the above. cheers for reading. fuck me i went on a bit

[norman-fucking-reedus]

Okaay we’ve talked about Daryl with his daughter but lets talk about your pregnancy for a second..

I can imagine Daryl coming back late in the night, so tired and sore from a long day of work. You had only found out a few hours prior, and seeing the physical ache in his body you knew he could use some hopefully very good news.

“Hi there hunterman” You whispered, sliding his crossbow off his shoulders as he kicked his muddy boots off.

Daryl dropped his head down onto your shoulder, sighing heavily. “Hi”

A moment a silence passed, you simply combing your fingers through Daryl’s hair before gently guiding him to raise his head, eyes meeting yours.

“I have something to tell you” Daryl raised a brow, hands settling st your waist. “Not dyin’ are ya?” You giggled, shaking your head

Reaching for your back pocket, you pulled the test out and handed it to him, watching as he took it between his fingers with a confused gaze, which quickly turned into excitement.

“No way”

“Yes way. We’re gonna have a little Dixon”

Daryl wrapped his arms tightly around you, smile resting on his face until it slowly disappear, a set of tears following suit. He sniffled softly, and you raised your hands up to wipe his falling tears. “It’s okay, big guy.”

“Wha’ if m’not a good dad?” He whispered, and you rolled your eyes at him. “I wouldn’t have picked you if I didn’t think you’d be a perfect dad” You wrapped your arms around his neck, kissing him passionately as his arm circled your waist, a hand sliding up your shirt and caressing the skin.

When you start to go through hormone changes and start forming a bump, Daryl becomes super protective of you. Much so to the point that it annoys you but he doesn’t care, he’ll literally die before someone lays a finger on his woman.

He strictly forbids you from leaving the walls, telling everyone on watch duty to not let you out no matter how much you yell, which in fact, yelled at them a lot. He also refused to let you carry anything that looked just a hair too heavy.

“Nope. Nah. Give ‘ere girl.”

“I can carry it, Dixon”

“I’on care, give it ta me”

He’ll forcibly take the item out your hand, because simply how dare you have to even lift a finger with that baby inside you.

I also honestly feel like Daryl would be really scared to have sex during your pregnancy. Now if its pleasure that you want, Daryl has no probably eating you out till your eyes are rolling and his jaw is cramping.

“I dun’ wanna hurt tha baby”

“Hurt them how?”

“..With m’dick??”

I think about the scene from Big Mouth when Jay fucks his pillow and screams “My dick is right next to the baby’s head” That’s all i’m gonna say about that

Daryl makes sure to give you half of his food, and you don’t have a choice but to take it. (Unless the baby says otherwise) He purposely hunts extra food for that you can have more to eat, especially the further you get along.

By the time you’re about seven months and very undoubtedly pregnant, Daryl would murder anyone in cold blood if they even looked at you wrong.

Although you were crabby and yelled a lot, he was at your complete beck and call. Daryl could only loving stare at you when you complained over something, thinking about how gorgeous you were and how lucky he was that you were the mother of his child.

“Nothing fits right anymore! My shoes don’t even fit”

“Ya don’ need yer shoes if ya never leave”

“I never leave ‘cause you keep me locked here like a fucking prisoner”

“M’keepin my pretty girls safe”

Lots of his clothes have been sacrificed considering you’re literally busting out of yours, and something predatory washes over him seeing your belly prutrude through his shirts.

Birth is definitely hard and Daryl definitely passed out once or twice, but being the man he is he forced himself to pull through for you, and the scars from your nails dragging down his flesh will be a fond memory followed by the sweet sound of loud crying.

You know how much Daryl loves kids, and you’re exhausted from all the pushing, so it only makes sense that he gets first hold. You watch with a small smile as Siddiq guides Daryl to take his shirt off, watching the burly man nervously but eagerly (and carefully) take his newborn into his large hands.

In that moment, cradling his very own precious babygirl, it felt like you were the only three people on earth. Daryl couldn’t take his eyes off the wiggling bundle of life in his arms, rocking slowly in the chair as he burned the image of her tiny little face into his mind.

As you stared at him, you couldn’t help but think about how you really did pick the perfect dad. Daryl Dixon, a hard, strong, intimidating man fear by many, who was now sitting softly, gently and quietly with his daughter laying ontop his bare chest, a large hand keeping her secured. Already a major daddys girl.

The baby stage is easily Daryl’s favorite, and he definitely gets up in the middle of the night when she starts crying or fussing.

I don’t think he’d put her down for a second, like you just won’t see Daryl without her hooked around his arm. He doesn’t bring her into the garage during bike repairs until shes older, not wanting to let his baby inhale toxic bike fumes.

Dog is her protector. Most dogs understand what babies are and how vulnerable to the world they are, so Daryl definitely trains Dog to stay by her side when he can’t be. Instead of sleeping on the couch Dog now sleeps right outside her crib.

On the one occasion when a group a raiders had started searching houses, yours having been one of the first, one of the men made the mistake of opening her door, Dog jumping swiftly into protective mode and clamping his canines into the mans leg.

When it comes to breastfeeding, I can imagine the extra lengths Daryl would go. He makes sure you have enough food and nutrients to produce, and totally massages your boobs when you complain about the soreness.

When she’s big enough to start wearing clothes rather than onesies, Daryl definitely finds lots of super cute girly stuff for her because well only the best for his girls. He spoils her totally rotten.

Maybe not completely, but y’know. Her first words end up being an adorably butchered version of Daryl’s name, one that makes him wanna cry and scream cause his daughters first words were his own name.

“Baryl!”

“Ohh good jobs mommas baby! That’s daddys name!”

“She- said- she said- she just- she”

“It’s okay, Baryl we all heard it”

｡･:*:･ﾟ★｡･:*:･ﾟ☆ ｡･:*:･ﾟ★

[slickchickchocolatier]

H I S M A R K : H E E D A M

WARNINGS: FLUFF, SMUT (UNPROTECTED), ORAL (MALE REC.), REFERENCE TO NONCON SMUT, MENTIONS OF FORCED BREEDING, SEX SLAVERY (HISTORICAL), DUBCON, MYTHOLOGY, ANCIENT HISTORY, SYMBOLISM, MARKINGS, YANDERE LOVE, OBSESSION, POSSESSIVE, FANTASY, MENTIONS OF KIDNAPPING, PARANOIA, STOCKHOLM SYNDROME, FORCED LOVE, ISOLATION, AND CURSING. NOT PROOREAD (YET).

THIS TAKES PLACE SHORTLY AFTER ‘CHILD OF THE SEA’ DRABBLE. ALL PART IF THE MERMAIDS TALE SERIES ON MASTERLIST.

This Drabble had me feeling something that is surreal I swear. Probably my favorite Drabble yet.

THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL. THIS IS NOT REAL.

For days, weeks, and months, you’ve questioned your sanity. It was the same routine; waking up in an unknown territory, wondering if you’ll ever get to experience freedom again. You’ve tried to calm yourself, but a factor prohibits you from gaining rest. It has been so long since you were able to roam the streets on your own, to visit the bakery that you loved so much, and to sip coffee while viewing the window of your high-rise apartment. It wasn’t that you couldn’t do the things you enjoyed in life, you just had to enjoy it…with him.

Over a year, this man had broken you down, restricted you of using your own senses, and prohibited in exercising your own way of thinking. No. Everything was about him. He made it that way to reflect his own spirit, since for him, everything was about you. You were all he sees, eats, hear, and breathes. It caused his insanity in which formed that insatiable love for you. He wanted you to rely on him, to think of only him, and to love him the way he does you. It’s…sickening. The worst part…was that you were actually starting to succumb to your weak heart.

The other day he made a great effort to impregnate you…the image plagues your mind, no matter what you’re looking at. You’ve tried to erase it completely, yet the view of his exposed throat, his thick neck in full display as he shoves and rests his length deep inside your womb, pumping out each string of release. His hands gripped your hips, slowly sliding up to your waist while he rests in between your legs, and his head remained flung back. His poignant Adams Apple bobs up and down delicately as he restlessly murmurs…’Uh-Uh-huh.”

He tells you that you should be grateful. For the rumors of his ancestors and their harsh breeding methods with Sirens were merely just to produce sons. At least with him, he did it out of love and passion. He tells you of how the sirens would eventually weakened to the desires of an Adams touch, and eventually grew to love their captors…which he predicted would become the end result for you.

‘It’s only a matter of time’ he says.

If only what he said wouldn’t hold any truth, yet as each passing day rotates in and out, you’re slowly coming to realize that he spoke the truth. It may not be out of your own willingness to return that love, but he didn’t care. All that mattered to him was the end goal, despite it being a result of Stockholm Syndrome. Regardless of his abusive method in claiming you, that love he displayed…it was getting to you.

‘It’s only a matter of time, baby. You will love me…you will, Siren.’

Sirens…a creature only read in mythology books, or poems and mentioning’s by philosophers. Who could ever believe that there was more truth to their existence?

A Siren cannot feel the physical touch, sensation, or feeling of anything. Not even pain at a high scale. Should anyone cut off your limb, or carve out an eye, you wouldn’t feel it. You wouldn’t scream. You wouldn’t even shed a single tear. No matter how many injuries your body would display, you’ll never feel the blister of the injury….unless it was done by an Adam.

The only person that can make you feel things. He knew that…he knew that too well. From the moment he sensed your expression and witnessed it at the party, he knew that something was amiss. He could feel it.

The Clan of Adam is what they are called, singularly referred to as ‘Adam’s’ named after the first man. The bloodline stemmed from the sons sired by Alexander the Great, that much you both knew. At least up until the moment he found the memento remnants of his late grandfather…who met a tortuous end by his grandsons hand.

“Huh…look what I found baby.” He holds the large book in both hands. It was ancient, laced by a gold chained binding, with thin wooden slats, polished to perfection with the inscription carved in the finest font. Elegant and edged with Hellenic images, charts, and astronomical symbols, you could tell that the contents contained knowledge that was unreal…stuff people read out of a fairy tale.

He pulls you back by tenderly holding your waist, sitting you on his lap as he sets the book before you. Resting it on your thighs, he passionately roams his palms up and down your ribcage, taking deep inhales as he whiffs in your scent, burying his nose at the back of your neck. “Mmm, fuck I love you.”

Your eyes begin to form tears…again. Yet each time you calmly sobbed, they became less and less watery. The feeling of touch, while initially had disgusted you, has now become the very thing you embraced. It was something you craved…and only he could give it to you.

“Read it baby.” He sighs out as he takes in another whiff. His hands lower their grip to your hips; his thumbs pressing in right above your derrière, beside your tailbone.

You arch your back as you winced your eyes. Your mind kept telling you to be strong and resist…but your heart told you the opposite. He pulls you in, smoothing your rear to grind and settle right on his bulge. “You’re sooooooo perfect…perfect for me.” He drags a deep tone as he flings his head back, lightly bucking his hips upwards. The sensation formed a familiar knot, a tightness that expanded until it snaps, releasing the flow of intense orgasm and pleasure. “P-please…please don’t—“

You gently spoke your words, moaning them out as you plead. You wanted it and didn’t want it. He reached up and around, turning your head to the side to face him, eloping you in a beautifully tender kiss. He grinds, and you move. He bucks, and you press in. Your bodies became a perfectly tuned rhythm of pleasure…and love.

“H-Heeseung…” you moan in between the small pecks. He lightly groans into your mouth, admitting a long and harsh lick up from your bottom lip to the top. “Aw fuck…yeah baby? You like that?” He doesn’t give you room to answer before re-sealing your mouth into a rather messier kiss. The twisting and twirling of tongue and the stroking of canines has completely melted you, and he could feel it on his crotch.

His hands migrate up and around, unionizing on your tummy. They slowly mesh downward and apply pressure as they rub on the flat canvas above your clit. It didn’t take long for him to find his way under your dress, his hands were so gifted in knowing the in and outs of feminine-styled seams. He hooks your panties and shove them to the side, and God..the way he could move his hands alone was enough to get you heated and moist. So wet.

Not once did he release your mouth. The flaring of your nostrils indicates the struggle for breath, yet the latching proved that it was all worth the struggle. Your lips quiver as your thighs shake; his fingers gently rubbing small circles right at the tip, surfacing a toil of piercing desire that raged within you like the fires of Hell. You moan some more in his mouth, hating how you were loving the way he explored inside you. That damn tongue of his…he was so experienced, being a former playboy, but now a committed husband who only had eyes, a heart, and soul, just for you.

“Oh Heeseung…mmmm! Oh please-“

“Fuck yeah baby. Never felt someone as good as you.”

His heart pelted against his chest, you could feel it underneath in between your shoulder blades as yours felt as if it would explode from within. He played around with your womanhood until he firmly gripped your waist, thumbs pressing against your back as his fingers dig into your torso. He lifts you just a tad, before slamming you down against his clothed groin. He continues to buck up while bouncing you in a momentum that was out of this world. You gasped out a series of yelps, all in sync with his motions. “Pl-please!!! Please..!”

“Please what? WHAT?” He whispers as he buries his nose and lips into your ear. “Fucking tell me what you want. Let me hear it.”

You reach up and gently palm the back of his neck, struggling to move smoothly as the quaking aches of pleasure and desire took over your body. “Ugh…please…please give it to me…”

You can’t believe you just said that…

He smirks. “Oh yeah baby…don’t worry, I’m going to.” He reaches beneath you to unzip his trousers when a sudden knock causes you both to pause.

His growl told you of anger and frustration as he bites down and grits a groan. His hands emerge up and grip your waist, slightly shifting you forward.

You whine out, begging for him to keep going. You cup his chin as you continued to melt against his chest, grabbing onto his free hand and resting it on your pelvis. “Please…please…Heeseung.”

What he wouldn’t give to satisfy you right now. Times like this, he truly sympathizes for you, and wanted nothing more than to give you everything you asked for. He gently takes your hand in his, causing you ti release his chin as he places a kiss on your forehead. “Shhh…I know baby. I know.”

He would have dismissed the person outside the door, instead, he mentally kicks himself in the ass. He was the one who summoned the curator to help translate the book after all.

“Hello, Mr. Lee. My name is Johnathan, I am the curator from the national library, we spoke on the phone. You stated you needed some assistance in translating some family artifacts?”

The young man was polite and well mannered, not at all losing composure, even after seeing you sitting on your husband’s lap, legs widespread. At least Heeseung reinstated the hem of your dress, layering it over the exposed parts. Maybe Johnathan was not at all familiar with the image of sexual desire, but it would otherwise seem quite obvious.

“I am sorry I’m late.” He states as he sets his briefcase on his lap, flipping the gold latches up.

“Not as sorry as I am right now…” Heeseung mutters against your ear, wincing as you admitted small and subtle waving motions at the hip, grinding against his groin. The pulse of desire hasn’t worn off inside you.

“What was that Sir?” Johnathan peeks up with a look of curiosity.

“N-nothing. What can you tell us about this?” Heeseung firmly wraps an arm around your waist as he leans forward, taking the book from your hand and passing it over. You whined as your body shifts forward from the leaned in motion. “Don’t worry…i’m never going to let you fall baby.” He whispers into your ear after taking notice of your hands gripping his thigh, halting the sliding of your rear on his lap. Meanwhile the curator remained completely oblivious as he closely admires the book. “Ah, the literature contains the ancient tongue that the Greeks used early on. It is most notably communicated by philosophers. Perhaps a well known philosopher drafted this.”

Johnathan examines each lettering and symbol, placing a magnifying device to study the engravings.

“Clan of Adam…interesting, I haven’t heard of them. Has your grandfather ever mentioned this clan to you before?” He speaks without lifting his head, keeping his eyes glued to the wooden frame.

“Maybe a couple times in reference to this heirloom.” Heeseung calmly fibs. If there was one thing you both agreed on, it was to keep your ancestries, and the knowledge of, a secret. Excluding the current lesson that was now being taught of course.

“Interesting. It says here that the clan were all male descendants of the first sons…sons of—“

“Alexander.” Heeseung calmly finishes as he pinches his grip, tightening his hold on your waist the moment he spoke out the name.

“Yes that’s correct. Alexander the Great, king of Macedonia.”

The curator continues to look over the slats, rotating the book as he studied the diagram of constellations and Greek symbols. “It says that the first sons of Alexander were hidden away in a monastery, many miles away from their kingdom. They were known as the first of the clan…says here they displayed inhuman abilities.”

Johnathan chuckles. “I see, this seems to be a book that contains speculation of fiction and fantasy. It talks about them battling mermaids—ah, sirens, as they are commonly referred in this book.”

Heeseung’s member twitches at the historical mentioning of your ancestors. You felt the snake-like feature of his size slithering and flickering under your thigh, causing you to gasp.

“This particular page goes into detail about the clans genealogy traits…saying that it derived from their grandfather.”

“Grandfather?” Heeseung raises a brow as he keeps his eye on the curator, yet shifts his mouth to place a kiss against your cheek upon hearing a small whine escape your lips.

“Yes sir…it says here that the late King of Macedonia and his wife, Olympias, was bedded by Zeus. This was recorded in private to a monk residing in the kingdom, and journaled after the king passed. Alexander took over the throne and was exposed to the secret of his origin, by his mother.”

The curator chuckles in disbelief. “Well that would explain why the clan could take down mermaids.” He laughs as he jests, little does he know that everything he had just relayed was whole-heartedly true.

Your eyes widen as he unveiled the truth behind the clans whereabouts. Descendants of Zeus? No wonder they held such tremendous power and combative abilities. They were commonly known as Spartans of the Sea.

Heeseung, being a former SWAT captain, eluded those traits. You’ve witnessed his training sessions he maintained simply for fun. The way he moved, the way he maneuvered in water, and his stamina…it was Godly.

Zeus…Zeus was the true father of Alexander…

“And the sirens were all daughters of —“

“Poseidon…” you calmly interject. Heeseung faintly smirks as he admires your side profile. “Yes ma’am, that’s correct. Have you both read this book?” The curator asks earnestly, subtly surprised by your perfect translation and knowledge of what was inscribed in the book.

“We looked it over prior to your arrival.” Heeseung states.

“Wow…so you both can read Ancient Greek?”

You both stayed silent as Johnathan’s innocent smile slowly fades. A moment of awkwardness fills the room. “Well…anyhow…there was a war between humanity and the sirens, and the godly descendants produced by Zeus engaged, becoming a formidable opponent to the sirens. In fact, it says here that the clan nearly wiped out the entire ocean of them, causing them to go nearly extinct.”

Heeseung taps against your thigh, vaguely whispering for you to stand just for a moment as he thanks the curator for his time.

“I’m sorry to tell you this book hardly exposes factual knowledge regarding your family, however, you’ll be pleased to know that it is a genuine artifact that is priceless. Should you ever care to get an appraisal, please do not hesitate to call us.”

“Without hesitation. Thanks.” Heeseung places the book to the side as he sees the young man out.

You sat by the window.

Descendants of Zeus…and Poseidon…you, and Heeseung.

He cups your cheek, gently forcing you to face him. “That pretty head of yours thinking about the history lesson we just got?” He smirks as he kneels down before you, reaching up as he strokes your hair. “All that talk about Gods and our lineage got me thinking baby…”

You gave an inquiring expression. “About what?” You calmly issue as he pulls you in for a kiss, never divulging an answer. “You’ll see.”

…………….

“Welcome to Brewery’s Coffee, what can I get for you?”

“Tall chocolate cream latte, and a venti Americano.”

“Is that all?”

“Yes.”

“What’s the name for the order?”

“Heeseung.”

The barista labels the cups. Handing the receipt, she admires the devastatingly handsome stranger as he walks to a table. Something catches her eye as she ogles his neckline. A small mark, looked to be of a tattoo, printed nicely and centered on the back of his neck. It was symbolic in nature, though she had absolutely no idea of what it entailed. “Do you see that?” She whispers to a fellow co-worker. They both admire the mark, when the latter recognized the main structure of the symbol.

“Oh! That’s the symbol for Pisces. The symbol represents commitment, and togetherness for eternity. I’m a Pisces myself, but I don’t know what that small symbol to the right of it is supposed to be.”

Heeseung takes a seat across from you, admiring how you sat patiently while he ordered the drinks. Not like you didn’t really have a choice, although now it seems he did manage to tame the shrew. You found yourself accepting the concept of belonging to him, especially after reading the history of his lineage.

Taking your hand in his, he rubs the back of your palm with his thumb. “You didn’t feel a thing, did you?”

You shook your head. “Me neither.”

Of course he wouldn’t. He’s too damn strong, some needle punctures would hardly faze him. You reach up and delicately smooth the tips over the back of your neck, yet couldn’t even feel your own phalanges as you attempted to search for it. He chuckles before reaching across the table. “Here.”

He takes your fingers and places it on a certain spot behind your neck. “Right there baby.”

You still couldn’t feel anything, other than the brush of his knuckles as he guides you to the matching mark. The sign of Pisces, with the respective symbols of the Gods that fathered both your ancestries. His, with Zeus, and yours with Poseidon.

Combined and side by side, it would form the Union of love…the love that he inherited for you…the love that you were forced to adapt to.

It was entirely his idea, of course. You recalled how he vividly told you of the theory in Zeus transforming Aphrodite and Eros into fish, paired together so that they may escape from the clutches of Typhon, the monstrous being. You laid on your stomach as the artist took his time to delicately outline the unique features of the custom symbolic nature of love and commitment.

After coffee, he brings you back home where he had every sense of focus to finish what was started earlier.

“Come here.” He gently calls to you as he flips two fingers up and flickers them, signaling for you to respond to his calling. His voice was tamed and gentle. So very calm and sensual.

You kneel before him as he took his seat, holding onto your hand. You lean forward in between his manspreading legs, guided by the subtle grip of your chin. He lures you directly to his bulge. “My woman…my life…my everything.”

You knew what he wanted, and you would never admit it aloud, but you wanted it too. The pains of yearning never left, it remained lodged deep inside your womb even after the curator left.

You unzip his trousers. It didn’t take long for him to whip out his cock, waving it in front of your face as if he was teasing you with it. Like quenching thirst, you caught the very tip of it with your parted lips, immediately swallowing as many inches as possible—and there were many. The man was gifted, such was expected as the descendant of a mighty God.

He groans out, holding the base of his shaft for you, while encouraging you to keep going. He collects your strands, and grips it in unison. Holding up your poneytail, there, in full view was the beautiful tattoo…his other half. Resting in the same spot as his, it nearly glows. He watches and maintains sight of it as you continue to bob for his girth.

“Thatta girl…keep going darling…get it while you can, I’m about to conquer you.”

You swipe your head up and down, motioning it with a sensual passion that could only be found in a love like this. One that was filled with so many contradictions, yet hold so much history. And with that history, came progression and transcendence. It was both frustrating and peaceful. Forceful, and yet consensual. It was…it was…

“Fuck! Get over here.”

“H-Heeseung!” You gasped outright as he used his god-like strength and lifts you up. He stands tall and straight, leaving you suspended in air against his chest as he grips your thighs, forcing you to straddle his groin. You hug his neck, embracing it against your breasts as you remain higher up while he cradles your rear, stabilizing his hold. Slowly…slowly, the moment you breached for all day, he finally inserts his stiffed muscle in between your slit. “Oh my God..!” You breathe out as he breaks you, inch by inch. The feeling was so different from the other day. This was different. The painful yearning that pounded your womb from within, sending tingles up your spine, and released a rushing flow of blood through your veins. All you could think about was being touched, being fucked, and being kissed over and over again, and he was the only one who could give it. The key to your release.

“Ah! P-please! Oh god please don’t stop!”

The very second he sat you against the hilt of his pelvic floor, he began thrusting at a phenomenal pace. God, was he perfect. He was so good, you just couldn’t contain yourself as it slipped…

“B-babe! Baby please!”

He pauses for just a second as he smirks against your neck. Did he just hear you call him ‘baby’?

He continues to grin as he slowly pumps up into you.

Realizing just what you had done, you found it useless to make excuses or to continue to fight it. Finally, after all that he’s done to trap and torment you mentally, he finally had you…all of you. You wave the white flag and surrendered. If it wasn’t in the endearing pet name that you sputtered out, it was in the tightening of your embrace as you pulled him close, thighs shaking and your derrière jiggling from the quivering jolts of pleasure…so good, it hurt like Hell.

“Say it again.” He snarls against your skin as he licks the underside of your chin. You shook your head, wincing your eyes as you refused initially, but he had his ways to make you give in.

One, two, three…no, four. Five! God…maybe it was twenty times, or more, he held you firmly and smacks his cock inside. It was brutally pleasing as he thrusts upwards, splattering the juices of his labor—and yours, everywhere. The offensive sound of his cock squeezing, squelching, and sliding in and out as his balls smack against your skin while he went in fast and hard, causing you to scream. Your mind blows away as you absorb his rhythm. “Ah! Fuck! Baby!”

There, he got what he wanted, and did he ever love it. He could hear you call him that, over and over again. And he did.

The undercarriage of your buttocks were painted with white, thick splatters of creamy and sticky fluids. The constant and solid tempo of his thrusts acted as a beater, stirring the semi-clear residue and turning it into a thicker consistency. A product of the love you both shared.

You scream out his name, gasping for air as the soft spot inside you releases, all thanks to the constant punching of his tip, and the pounding of his thick and lengthy cock. You dig your nails into his shoulders, the overstimulation makes you beg for him to tone it down but he doesn’t.

“TAKE IT!!!” He yells out against your skin as he holds and squeezes your cheeks together, creating a bubbling image of skin and muscle as your derrière becomes abused by the harsh grip.

Shooting everything he’s got inside, he holds you steady, burying deep. Pelvis to pelvis, hilt to hilt, you feel the pressure of his grip holding you down against his groin. A few minutes of his cock pulsating, pumping, and pushing, he finally loosens his grip. You slide down, legs still grasping his waist as he embraces your waistline, tumbling back. Bringing you down with him, he lays next to you on the silky bedding.

You both lay, admiring each others glistening skin. The beads of sweat dripping down your foreheads, the heat exhausting from your breaths, and the panting and heaving of your chests.

He pushes the wet strands away from your brow, leaning in and kissing you so passionately, he would have done his deity ancestor proud.

“…I love you.” You mutter out, nearly shamelessly and defeatedly.

He smirks as he gulps down a subtle swallow, already knowing, just waiting for you to say it. “I know.”

You couldn’t bring yourself to make eye contact, instead, you look away as he caresses your cheek, not minding the shyness you were displaying. “I could never be anything in life without you…daughter of the seven seas…you got me all to yourself. I live only for you.”

And with that, concluded this night, but birthed many more. This was only the beginning, what new life exists for you both? Now that you have each other…

And so the war between the Adams and Sirens came to an end, resulting in generations that mirrored the forbidden love between the two descendants. Mixing the bloodlines of Poseidon and Zeus, the clan formatted the ultimate beings, part God and part mortal. Despite the many rumors of the hostility the two parties initially held against each other, let it be known that no matter the history…no matter the bloodshed…by the prime example of sea maidens and sons of Alexander the Great, love conquers all.

@hoonieshoney and @sweeheehees 😏 they not cry or explode. Because I certainly almost did both when imagining heedam….BRO JUST TOPPED THE LIST.

[lqveharrington]

Favorite Surprise | A.W.

summary: You and Lana surprise Aaron when you come home from a doctor’s appointment.

pairing: dad!Aaron Warner x mom!reader

includes: fluff, pregnancy hormones, kissing

a/n: i love my blonde husband 🤍

When you were pregnant with Lana, you never felt the need to throw up in the mornings. You always felt light headed and tired, but you never felt the need to empty your stomach. You always thought throwing up was something that a mother had to go through when pregnant, but your case proved otherwise. When you and Aaron were worried about the situation, you went to the girls about it. They assured you that all was well with you and your child and that sometimes women don’t feel the need to throw up in the mornings. You and Aaron thought it was because you hated throwing up in general, so your mind automatically would never do it unless absolutely necessary.

However, you were thoroughly surprised when you threw up this morning the second you woke up. Aaron was shocked to say the least. He immediately came to your side and held back your hair while rubbing your back as you emptied the contents of your stomach in the toilet.

“Love, what did you eat last night?” He pushed your hair out of your face. His eyebrows were pushed together and his eyes were darting across your face. “Do you remember?”

You shake slowly, feeling a headache approaching. You grab on of his hands and squeeze it, feeling for the pulse. “I ate the same things you and Lana did.”

Aaron sighed and kisses your temple delicately, “Maybe it’s just a stomach bug, love.” He thumbed your hand softly as you flush the toilet. “You’re okay, it’s okay…” He helped you stand, grasping at your hands when you stumbled. “Do you want medicine?”

“Yes, please.” You lean against the sink, needing to rinse your mouth of the horrid taste.

As he left the bathroom — albeit checking you once more before leaving — you let your thoughts consume your mind.

It felt so horrible to throw up in the morning, and you were so glad your daughter didn’t have that effect on you when you still carried her. And your headache that throbbed your frontal lobe just made you more nauseous, but there wasn’t anything you could if it truly was a stomach bug. You would just have to let it pass.

Over the next few days, your nausea wasn’t relenting. You threw up more and more each day. Your mind was reeling at the constant battle of getting up every morning just to throw up. Fortunately, Aaron had been gracious enough to take care of business whilst you stayed home from work, trying to get better from whatever was causing your morning sickness.

You would out that the sickness would only last for the mornings and you would be fine the rest of the day. That meant, you were still able to make sure Lana got to school and back. But the mornings would completely tarnish your mood for the day.

For instance, today you were helping Lana with her breakfast when you ran to the bathroom to throw up. Of course — like the sweet angel she was — she brought you a cup of water to help soothe your throat. She didn’t understand what was happening, but she knew if she saw you in a distressed state that she had to help.

“Mommy, what’s wrong?” She sat on the tiled floor beside you, rubbing your hand in confusion and slight distress. “You’re throwing up a lot now.”

You give her a weak smile and run your fingers through your hair, flushing the toilet. “I’m not sure, baby. I think I have to go to your Aunt’s workplace to check it out.”

“Are you sick?” Lana touched your cheek, something she gained from you and Warner when checking her temperature.

The look in your eyes softened at her action, “Maybe.” You squeeze her hand in reassurance. “But right now, you need to get to school, little miss.”

Like always, you drove Lana to school and pressed a delicate kiss to her cheek before waving her off, smiling as her blonde curls bounced with each step. You sighed softly and drove home. You called the girls on the way home and scheduled an appointment after you picked Lana up from school. They told you that your sickness was definitely not something to worry about.

When she hung up, you called Aaron and informed him of your appointment, allowing him to know that you were going to finally understand what was happening.

“Aaron?” You ask softly as the ringing stops, making you look down at your phone.

You heard shuffling coming from his side before he responded. “Yes, love?” He shifted around some more before speaking again. “Is something wrong?”

You put the car in park and sit idly in the leather seat, massaging your stomach carefully. “I made an appointment with one of the girls. I’m heading to their place after I pick Lana up from school today.” You rub your forehead again, “I’m tired of not knowing what’s happening to me.”

It gets quiet between you two before you pick up Aaron’s voice again, noticing the hesitation underlying the question. “You don’t think you’re pregnant, right? I mean, the girls said morning sickness is usually paired with pregnancy.”

The moment he mentions pregnancy, you think about your symptoms. Sure, you had similar symptoms when you were pregnant with Lana, but you didn’t think throwing up would ever be part of it because of your daughter. You spin your engagement and wedding rings, thinking about the possibility. You wouldn’t be mad at the idea. In fact, you would be elated yet heavily surprised.

“I… I don’t want to rule it out, I should say.” You murmur and move to get out of the car. You rub your stomach subconsciously at the thought. “I’ll let you know what happens.”

You and Lana patiently sat on the examination table, waiting for one of the girl’s to enter. She was telling you all about her day in preschool as you ran your fingers through Lana’s blond hair. She was in the middle of telling you what happened during recess when Sara walked in. Well, her godmother.

“Aunt Sara!” Lana giggled and hugged her aunt’s legs in excitement. She tugged on Sara’s white coat, bringing her closer to you. “Will you help mommy feel better?”

Sara looked down at her goddaughter and rubbed her cheek, “Of course. I’ll do anything to help your mommy.”

You mouthed sorry to her at Lana’s unexpected behavior before smiling. “Sorry for the rushed appointment. I just need to know what’s going on with me right now.”

“No need to apologize.” She helped Lana up onto the table and squeezed your arm in comfort. “Sonya said that if our powers don’t work, it might be something different. We have to run a few tests to be sure.”

Although you trusted Sara with all your heart, you were nervous. What if they were dealing with something new and couldn’t heal you? What if the tests say something horrid? What if—

“Have you tried testing to see if you’re pregnant yet?” Sara tapped her pen on the clipboard, reading your symptoms. “Morning sickness is common with pregnancy.”

You shake your head as you look over at Lana who was reading a book far advanced for someone her age. “Aaron thought the same thing… I thought that it couldn’t be because I didn’t throw up when I was with Lana.”

Sara felt your forehead slightly for any odd temperatures, “It’s always a possibility.” She glanced at your daughter before looking back at you with a newfound interest. “Why don’t you take a test here? We’ll run it for you before we try any other testing incase you may be pregnant.”

You flush red, “Uhm…” You watch as she moves to grab a cup and hands it to you. Looking around, you point down to the cup. “Do I just…?”

“Yup.” She gave you a humorous smile. “This could’ve been avoided if you took a test at home, love.”

Lana whipped her head up at the nickname as you moved to head to the bathroom. “Aunt Sara! You can’t call mommy love! Only daddy is allowed to call her that.” She glared at her godmother, making you stifle a laugh as Sara looked at her with wide eyes.

Sara raised her hands slowly and played into Lana’s thoughts, “Sorry, I won’t do it again!”

Your smile softens as you think about your life with Lana and Aaron. You thought it was impossible to love one person so much. But then Lana came into your life and you found it impossible to share your infinite love with the both of them. Truly, your heart was so full when it came to those two. From the second you met Aaron and the second you met your child, you were too far gone to see how madly in love you were with them and how you hold do anything to protect them.

When you returned with the cup, it seemed as if Lana made up with Sara as she spoke about her school day animatedly. You handed Sara the cup carefully and sat next to Lana, letting her climb into your lap.

Sara capped the cup before grabbing her clipboard and smiling at the both of you. “I’ll be back shortly.” She gave you one reassuring smile before leaving.

You ran your fingers through Lana’s blonde hair for a minute before she spoke up, curious to why you handed her godmother a cup of something.

“What is she gonna do with the cup, mommy?” Lana looked up at you with her bright green eyes, playing with your rings.

“She’s going to test if mommy has a baby growing in her tummy.” You respond softly and kiss her cheek. You watch as her mind processes the information.

“Really?” Her eyes shined brightly before confusion took over. “Wait, how would a baby get into your tummy?”

“Well we don’t know if—“

Sara rushed in the room with a smile on her face, handing you a paper. You took the paper gently and read its contents, eyes widening as Lana gave you another curious stare.

“You’re pregnant!”

You nod softly, hand going to your stomach in joy. “Oh my god…” You look up at Sara before looking back at your daughter. “Oh my god, I’m pregnant.”

Lana squirmed in your lap, not liking that she didn’t understand what was happening. “So… There’s a baby in your tummy?”

You nod again and kiss her cheek over and over again. “That’s exactly what being pregnant means, sweet angel.”

The second you parked the car and unlocked the manor’s doors, Lana came running into the halls, her voice echoing through the gigantic space. “Daddy, we’re home!” She giggled as she held a crème envelope in her arms, looking back to see you walking behind her. “Daddy?”

Aaron responds from his office down the hall, eyes darting across the many papers surrounding his desk. “I’m in here, angel!” His eyes snap up as he hears Lana burst through his office doors, practically bouncing off the walls with how much energy she had. “Did you have too much sugar?” He teased as she smiled up at him, leaning back in his chair. “Why are you so hyper?”

“Because mommy—“

You cover her mouth and shush her. You stifle another laugh at her muffled protests, rounding around the desk to press a loving kiss to Aaron’s lips. He smiled into the kiss and chased after your lips when you parted.

Snapping out of his daze, he raised a brow in your direction. “What was that for?”

“The kiss or this?” You gesture to your daughter licking your hand in silent protest for being shushed.

He shrugged as he took your other hand and guided you to sit on the desk in front of him. “Both.”

You blow him an air kiss and sit on the desk, releasing Lana from your hand and wiping it on your sweater. “I’ll let Lana tell you since she was about to spoil the surprise we had for you.”

The young girl immediately climbed into her father’s lap, holding a pretty envelope in front of his face. “This is from Aunt Sara!” Lana looked back at you and giggled, making you shush her again.

Aaron gives you a curious glance before opening the envelope. When he pulled a paper out, he was slightly confused before flipping it over. It was a sonogram. At first he thought it was an old one of Lana when she was still in you before he glanced at the date in the corner and the small dot in the middle of the picture.

Lana looks back at you again as she saw her father’s reaction change. You nod and Lana grins widely, “Surprise!”

You meet Aaron’s eyes as he looks up at you, tears in his own eyes as you say softly, “Surprise!”

Aaron smiles back at you and holds Lana steady in his arms. He moves to stand in between your legs and bends to meet you in a mind searing kiss, making you squeal in surprise. He separates and rests his forehead on yours, “You’re pregnant.”

“I’m pregnant.” You cup his cheek as he kisses you again and again. You hum and continue, “And I definitely think it’s a boy because of how many times I’ve thrown up.”

He chuckles and continues peppering your mouth in kisses, “Oh god, you’re pregnant.” He shuts his eyes softly before opening them again, giving you more kisses. “I couldn’t love you more

Lana pouts as she doesn’t receive attention from either parents. She taps her father’s cheek, snapping him out of his small spell. “Daddy.”

“Yes, baby?” He parts from your lips and adjusts his daughter in his arms, putting her in between the both of you.

She smiles again when she realizes she has both yours and Aaron’s attention. “Did you like the surprise we had for you?”

“My favorite surprise ever.” He kissed her cheeks as she laughs. “I’m so happy. I’m so happy for mommy. And I’m so happy for you, Lana. You’ll be a big sister.”

“I am happy. I am very happy.” She nods as she processes his words before touching your belly softly. “And I think the baby will be happy too.”

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[avalordream]

Part 2: Imagine you get isekaied in Our Life. Only thing is that you wake up as a child and remember everything. You can only save at this point but you can still access the save and load menu and see your previous runs.

Meanwhile your precious neighbor is slowly becoming self aware, getting deja vu with every passing second- as if this has all happened before...

A/N: This took way longer than I thought it would but I hope you enjoy!

Nothing was without consequence

Noelani knew something was off with MC…

For all she knew, something was wrong with her child and she didn’t know what to do

True, MC looked and acted mostly the same

But the look in their eyes…

No kid suddenly just looked so…lost 

They visibly looked hopeless and upset…

She didn’t know what to do..

Noelani went on numerous doctor’s visits with Pam but they all said the same thing- 

Her kid was just going through an episode or a mood shift and that it was completely normal. 

To every single one, they ran standard procedures and MC acted… completely after the second or third. 

The first appointment they went to, MC was confused but they were honest about their answers. 

After that? Noelani had a feeling they either caught on or didn’t want to bother anyone - smart as that was for an eight year old

She saw through each front, painstakingly held up by the impression they set on that first initial appointment

It was fake. 

But you wouldn’t know that unless you spent 24 hours a day with the kid.

Noelani didn’t know what to do…

She already tried asking MC if they were ok but she wasn’t blind. 

She loved MC and Elizabeth fiercely - attuned to their little habits - and as was Pam.

So she knew as well as Pam that they tended to share some blunt wisdom / tell a few white lies / spin quite the tall tales.

Yet they giggled, saying “Ma! You’re so funny! But I’m ok! Really!” / pat her arm, thinking for a moment before saying “I’m ok Ma. I just… feel a lil’ different. That’s all.” / paused before wrapping their arms around her middle with a small nuzzle. “I’m… not feeling too good. But I’ll get better soon. Promise.”

The exact opposite than usual…

No matter how comforting they tried to be, MC’s words were oddly unsettling… 

It was so… out of character for them.

The doctors had assured both of them that kids tend to have some mood swings now and then and that it was completely normal. Perfect even.

Even so, she could see it affecting Elizabeth as well.

She would often come barrelling down to herself or Pam whenever MC would shut themselves in their room…

“Ma!! MC doesn’t want to play with me! They said they’re too tired!”

“Mooms!! MC said that they don’t want to play dolls with me and that dolls are for babies! We played dolls YESTERDAY!!”

“Mooom! MC’s not leaving their room! And-! And!! They said they don’t feel like playing with me and Shiloh at the park!”

More frustratingly, at least for a time, was when Pamela tried to console her, seemingly taking on the side of the doctors, insisting she relax

“Kids go through mood swings! It’s normal! Don’t worry ‘Lani!”

“The docs said they were ok, right? Then it’s settled!”

“Don’t fret, Noelani! The kid’ll go back to normal in no time!” 

Sometimes it felt like Pam was just saying those things to comfort her…as if she didn’t believe her.

In retrospect, she knew her wife meant well but in the moment? 

It felt like the world had pitted her favorite person against her.

It felt personal. 

For some time, it caused some friction between the pair.

Friction that didn’t go unnoticed by neither Elizabeth, nor MC. 

Elizabeth was more outspoken on her worry, although she acted like nothing was wrong on the outside.

MC…acted as if nothing was wrong but…she saw the worried glances and sneaky looks of concern from them when they thought nobody was looking

If she wasn’t…as…observant as she was…she would’ve assumed they were just acting aloof.

Slowly, she began to see herself against the world- beginning to question her very position

Why was not a single person helping her?

Didn’t they see how startlingly different her kid had become?

Even their college friends didn’t see a difference….

Surely, there was a reason everyone but her was noticing…

Was she really… overreacting?

Eventually, she stopped bringing it up altogether, although the underlying tension remained for some time.

“Noelaniiii! You still here with us?”

Her head jerked up as she registered the faces of college friends in front of her, unfocused for a moment as her vision cleared to check in the finer details.

“Ah- No, I apologize- What were we talking about?”

Their college friends were nearing the end of their trip and this was the last of many hangouts. At least for the time being. 

After this, it was time for their flight back home so Pam decided to hire a babysitter to watch the kids so they could come.

“Well, it’s alright. We just noticed the house in front has just been sold!”

“Oooh! That’s right! Apparently, it was previously owned by a family a state away! Their home away from home!”

“Aww! That must be nice!”, Noelani hummed, envying this mystery family for a moment. How nice would that be? If she could have a home away from home, she’d have one in Hawaii… The kids’ grandparents just moved back too… 

“Right?? I wonder who’s moving in though?”

“Ditto! Guess we’ll just have to see!”, Pam chuckled, smile bright as their friends gave their opinions on what the new neighbor would be like.

Recently, the couple had reached a truce.

Truthfully, they both wanted the best for their children.

Noelani agreed to try to not worry herself into stressing about them- if this was how she worried about them now, how was she going to live when they were teenagers?, Pam reasoned.

Meanwhile, Pam agreed to be a bit more mindful if any worries were brought up and not to be as dismissive.

Easy to say but...she was glad they were talking again, smile brighter as she felt Pam's fingers intertwine with her own.

Their voices drifted in and out of Noelani’s ears as she sipped on her lemonade with a giggle of her own.

Life ebbs and flows like the sea…That’s the beautiful thing about it…

It changes just a little everyday. 

The best we can do, Lani thought to herself, is adapt and go with the flow.

Only time will tell...

And just like that… summer started.

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A/N.2: And just like that, we're finally starting this properly! Just letting ya'll know now, I am in college and thus, future updates might be delayed! I don't have a set schedule to write and stuff and I tend to do it when motivation hits. I liked trying to see what Noelani's thought process would be in this scenario and by GOD- It was HARD. But! I did my best! Aaaand, I don't think it turned out too bad! Again, I hope you enjoyed! :D

[lykaios2]

OKAY HEAR ME OUT

I wake up in the night alot and struggle to get back to sleep unless rock myself like a damn baby.

So what about a one shot where reader is napping on rise donnie lap while he works and they wake up and get restless trying to get back to sleep so he rocks his chair back and forth so help them!

your idea has been heard

I decided to keep this one short, I didn't think it needed a super long story

anyway here you go! hope you enjoy

Like a Mother to a Child

rise donnie x reader

cw: sweet adorableness

word count: 826

It was another peaceful night in the lab. There was very little noise, which was a true rarity in the Hamato household. Everyone was doing their own thing, except for you and Donnie. Donnie enjoyed it when the lair was quiet, and he said enjoyed it even more when you were there with him. There were a lot of reasons he enjoyed your company, but it was mainly so he had someone to talk to who he knew would actually listen.

You were in his lab, laying on the floor while he rambled on about his newest invention. It was a sort of win-win situation for you two, he got to tell you all about his work, and you got to relax and listen to him talk. Even though you didn’t always understand what he was talking about, you thought it was cute the way he would talk and talk about his passions without a care in the world.

“…and so when you connect the transformer here, it runs the power to here, which allows the computer to…”

“Interesting. yawns Man, I’m kinda tired. It’s so quiet, I’m starting to fall asleep.”

“Oh? Why don’t you lay somewhere else? The floor can’t be comfortable.”

“Yeah, it’s not so fun when you’re trying to sleep. Would you mind…if I sat on your lap while you worked? It would help me sleep.” He chuckled.

“Sure, darling. Come here.”

You got up from the floor and stretched before walking over to his chair and settling yourself comfortably in his lap. He smiled and kissed your forehead before returning to his work. He continued to talk, but softer now that he knew you were trying to sleep. Almost in a whisper, but not quite. As you started to fall asleep in his lap, you snuggled close to him, wrapping your arms around him and resting your head on his shoulder. Every minute you sat there, you came closer to sleep. Donnie’s quiet voice, the noises he made while he worked, and even the soft and gentle rhythm of his heartbeat all came together to create this perfectly calm and relaxing environment. Before you knew it, you had fallen into a deep slumber. Donnie only figured this out himself when he tried to talk to you, but didn’t receive an answer. He only smiled again and kept working.

He worked long into the night, trying his best not to wake you up. You slept peacefully, never letting go of him. Everything was going well, until he dropped something big on the floor. The noise woke you up, much to Donnie’s dismay.

“…hm? What…what was that?”

“Oh, I’m sorry my love, I dropped something on the floor. I didn’t mean to wake you up.”

“…mmm, s’kay. I’m jus’ gon’ go back to sleep…”

“Of course, good night.”

You snuggled up to Donnie again, expecting to fall back asleep quickly. You were tired, so you started to get a little frustrated when 20 minutes passed by and you still hadn’t fallen asleep yet. You tried blocking out noises. You tried humming to yourself. You tried different positions, trying to get comfortable. But nothing was working.

“You okay, y/n? You’re a little restless.”

“Yeah, I just…can’t seem to fall asleep again.”

“Oh, I’m sorry. That was my fault, I didn’t mean to.”

“No no, it’s okay. You don’t need to blame yourself.”

“Well, it’s still my fault, and I feel a little bad. Is there anything I can do to help?”

“Uhm…I don’t know. I don’t really have anything to help me fall asleep.”

“Hmm. Oh, there is one thing that used to help me fall asleep. We could try that.”

“What were you thinking?”

“Here, get up for a second if you can.”

You got up from his lap, and he moved in his chair. He beckoned you back, this time holding you like a mother holds a small child. When you sat down, he started to rock his chair back and forth.

“What am I, a four year old?”

“Hey, be quiet. You can’t fall asleep if you’re talking, dum-dum.”

“Okay, okay, I’ll shut up.”

He continued to rock back and forth in his chair, slowly, back and forth. You were laying your head on his chest, so he was able to watch as your eyelids slowly started to shut.

“Hmm, this is nice.”

“See, it’s not so terrible. Is it helping at all?”

“Mhm…I think I might be able to fall asleep again. Just…hold me…and keep rocking…”

“Heh, okay love. Just for you.”

Donnie continued to rock his chair, and hold you close to him. Your eyes eventually shut all the way. It was so comfortable, you could just…fall asleep right there…

“y/n? y/n? Ah, I suppose you’ve fallen asleep by now. Well then, good night. Again.”

He gave you one more kiss on your forehead before laying back and falling asleep himself, with you in his arms.

[fe-fictions]

Okay I stg I've sent this last year and that tumblr is eating my prompts but can I have Jakob fretting over his newly pregnant wife? 💜 Like he's worried to death but she's assuring him she's fine and not to worry as she goes through the normal pregnancy symptoms.

(I'm alive!! I'm on vacation this week so I swore to myself I'd get some good writing in...especially since I can't tire myself out drawing with my tablet being at home LOL - enjoy some pure Jakob fluff!!)

Jakob was always a worrier. When it came to his wife, it was perhaps impossibly more true. After all, he was your loyal butler first, then your retainer, and then…somehow, inexplicably, he became your husband.

But now he’d really done it. You were pregnant with his child. Jakob had been rotating between feelings of joy and panic throughout the last three months.

Now that you were entering your second trimester, it only seemed to increase.

“Are you absolutely certain that this is supposed to happen??” He asked from the end of the bed, fluffing the pillow that your feet hovered just over, patiently. “Because I am beginning to suspect that this swelling is far from the normal amount!”

You just shook your head and smiled, seeing the worried crease between his eyebrows deepen by the second.

“Yes, my love, I am positive. I am a trained cleric, after all. As soon as we got married I made sure to review all the medical journals regarding pregnancy that the Outrealm has to offer…since I had a feeling you’d be a little on edge.”

“I am not ‘on edge’, I am simply concerned for the health of my wife and child. I do not think it is out of the range of normal behavior, given the circumstances.”

“It wouldn’t be, if you worried a normal amount.” You corrected him, which earned a rather pouty frown from your beloved.

“Please, milady, I am worried exactly the amount that I should be. Perhaps you are the one who is not worried enough.” He gingerly lowered your feet to the bed, holding your ankles as though they were made of glass. 

“Because I know that getting some swelling during my pregnancy is perfectly normal. My body is changing to accommodate the little butler I’m growing.”

“Little what?” He glanced at you again, a tinge of color on his cheeks. “You’re surely not referring to our baby as a ‘little butler’, are you?”

“I mean, I’m sure he’ll take after his father.” You shrugged, sharp little canines protruding from your smile. “Do you think he won’t be good enough to earn the honorable title of butler, as you did?”

“First of all, where is this ‘he’ nonsense coming from? It’s far too early to know the sex of the child.”

“I just have a feeling.”

“Right. Of course. A feeling.” He clicked his tongue, “And secondly, our child could not be a butler at any point in his life as he will be the son of a princess and a newly appointed duke; it would be untoward of him to take the position of a commoner.”

“You’ve only been a duke since we’re married, though. I don’t mind the thought of him growing up more humbly.”

“I think you’re simply exhausted and you’re rambling.” He sighed, “Unless you’re seriously considering just abdicating the throne and living a humble life in the countryside. I think you’d be far too restless for such a thing.”

“Oh, I don’t know…maybe once all this excitement is over, we ought to retire from the bustle of the noble world. I can’t imagine it’d be any more intriguing than living peacefully in the countryside. If the drama and ‘excitement’ comes from politics and gossip, I’d rather not bother.”

“I understand what you mean. It has never been of particular interest to me, either.” Jakob said as he prepared a fresh brew of peppermint tea. “But it is far too early to think about such things. Besides, I’m sure your siblings will need your guidance once this whole Valla business is taken care of.”

“Maybe so…” You hummed as you rested your hand on your growing bump, leaning back into your pillows. 

Jakob finished the tea for you in no time at all, passing a cup and saucer over to you.

“But I would not wish to simply dismiss your desires. If you want to retire after this is all over and live peacefully, I would be delighted to follow. Just as I have since you first saved me.”

“Oh, Jakob. You’re always ready with the right things to say, aren’t you?” You giggled, taking his hand and guiding him to sit beside you on the bed. “I suppose you’re right, though. Let’s worry about one thing at a time; which at this point, I believe is debating exactly how healthy you think I am.”

“Which is not as healthy as you could be; we can always improve your physical state while you’re carrying the baby! And we’ll start with this tea; it’ll ease the swelling quicker, and prevent nausea should you feel uneasy while you’re resting.”

“Thank you, my dearest worrywart.” You giggled behind the cup, hiding your ever-mischievous grin when he glared at you.

“If you do not cease this teasing, I will not stay and dote on you a moment longer.”

“Oh, come now.” You reached for his hand again, squeezing it gently. “Itis only because I find your endless worrying adorable; I cannot help but tease those I love. Surely you know this by now!”

“It does not mean I must be here to suffer it.” He huffed, but lowered his head just the same, touching his forehead to yours. “Unless you are prepared to face the consequences, of course.”

“Perhaps I am,” You challenged, bumping your nose against his. “Bring it on.”

“Very well,” He kissed you then, surprisingly deep and loving in spite of the annoance glimmering in his eyes. 

He brought his hands up to hold your face, nearly spilling the tea you barely clung to in your lap.

“Jakob, wait the tea-”

“The consequences, my love.” He reminded you breathlessly, moving to hift over you in bed.

“Darling, I dont think you’ll want to ‘punish me’ in tea covered bedding, let alone atempt to wash the stains out of it later.”

“...Hm. No, you make a good point. Give me that, please.” He took the cup from you, all but tossing it onto the bedside table before he captured you in his embrace once more.

He was so grateful that he could hold you in his loving embrace despite your being pregnant. The fact that said intimacy was actively encouraged during it was even more delightful for the butler.

While he worried about potentially straining you or harming you in some way, you would always work quickly to dispel his fears.

Which would usually be followed by an urgent makeout session much like this one.

And of course, neither one of you were complaining.

[soulwrit3s]

Mama!riri Headcanons (when one of her kids get in trouble/a fight ? 👀 ! I added some extra stuff) suggested and inspired by @pvnks0ul

She'll ask her kid for the facts before anything. She knows that kids can lie yes, but she's sure that her child wouldn't lie to her about a fight.

You're both seated in front of the principal, It was one of Riri's off days, meaning she was in the shop and not working as Ironheart. She looks good but pissed with her legs spread and leaned back in the seat dressed in overalls with one strap fallen to reveal the tight white shirt underneath. In between the two of you is your 5-year old daughter, Amira. Whose arms are crossed and just looks just as pissed as your wife. "So you tellin' me, that she ain't do nothing, she was just defending herself?" Riri says while the parents next to you glare at you both. "I mean-well yes, But her reaction-" The principal starts up and before you speak, she cuts in. "Nah, Tell them to control their kid, Amira don't hit nobody unless she has to, I'm not moving her out of that class and I sure as hell ain't telling her not to do it again.”

There's silence in the room from all parties. "So are we done here?" Riri asks.

She’ll check her baby before speaking to the principal.

“You ain’t hurt are you, baby?” She asks, kneeled down in front of her daughter and receiving a nod.

The ride home was quiet and you can tell how bad Riri feels when she hears your daughter sniffling in the backseat.

She always tucks her kid in no matter what, no matter how long a shift is, or much she has to work, she’ll always come home at 8 to tuck her baby in to sleep or greet you.

You find her sitting up against the Sage headboard of your daughter’s bed with Amira cradled in her arms. You walk over to the both of them only for her eyes to gently open.

“You gon come to bed?” You question with a gentle smile.

“Five more minutes.”

On Sunday’s you often wake up to her braiding your daughter’s hair. She isn’t one to let her baby cry because the last thing she wants is for her to associate getting her hair done with bad memories.

“You sure you not in pain?” She always questions only for Amira to passed out with her head in Riri’s lap.

She is one of those parents that comes to all her kids games even though she’s in the little league and if the referee sucks trust that the whole crowd will know how she feels.

“That kid double-dribbled!” She hollers right before halftime, glaring at a parent from the other team. You squeeze her hand as she maintains her stare.

“How’d I do?” Amira asks, out of breath before Riri picks her up.

“Y’did wonderful. But If that kid dribbles with both hands again you tell the ref,”

She makes her daughter little inventions to remind her that she’s there for her even when she’s working.

“Mira, eat your dinner.” You say only to turn around and find your daughter playing around with her own gauntlet. It’s harmless and sprays out water but the serious look on her face makes you laugh.

“Is this You fighting crime?”

“Mhm Mhm.”

“Is the spinach on your plate the crime?”

“Yep!”

“You’re just like your mother, now come eat this food, sweetheart.”

Your kid asks a lot of questions and Riri is patient every time. She knows what it’s like to be curious and to wanting to know so much so she’s always open to answering. You’ve watched her put her work away to spend time answering your daughter’s questions.

“Mommy.” Amira asks for the second time, the first Riri didn’t hear her, most likely due to the fact that she’s typing away on the couch.

You watch Riri move her eyes from the screen to her.

“Yeah, baby?”

“Why’s the sky blue?”

You watch Riri pick her up and give her the scientific answer. They both have those same curious eyes and the warmth pouring out of both of them makes your heart melt.

“So, why is grass green?”

Riri chuckles and she knows she’s in for a long while of talking but she wouldn’t have it any other way and neither would you.

When Amira was first born, you often found Riri asleep with your daughter resting on her chest after a long day. She always took care of her at night because she knew that you did the bulk of the work during the day.

Riri’s fallen asleep with her head resting on your daughter’s belly and it makes Amira laugh uncontrollably because she’s always messing with Riri’s face.

You usually have to play bad cop because Riri loves to spoil your daughter. She’s never yelled at her and literally can’t get herself to. But she knows someone has be stern and that at some point she’ll have to be. She hates to watch her cry though.

“I’m going to have to cut her screen time.” You command but the minute Riri sees those tears in your daughter’s eyes, she picks her up and comforts her.

“It’s fine, babygirl. I promise, we can read together instead.”

You appreciate her standing firm in your decision but you don’t miss her wiping the single tear from her own face.

Riri never wants you to feel alone or that you’re on your own so if you ever want the house to yourself she makes it happen.

“I’ll take baby girl to the shop. So you can have a day to yourself, and then I’ll take her to my mama’s tonight.” She suggests while getting dressed in front of you, pulling a long-sleeved compressed shirt onto her body.

You turn over in bed and sigh at her suggestion. You work too and as much as you love Amira, sometimes you can get tired. So can Riri but, whenever you fall short she’ll always be there to pick you back up.

A day out sounds nice. Shopping.

“Yeah, that sounds good.” You agree and you feel her hand on her back before feeling her gentle lips press against your temple.

“Let me know when you’re hungry and I’ll order you some food too.” As if she doesn’t always orders food when you’re at work.

Riri lets Amira go on and on about her day even if it’s a whole bunch of nonsense because she loves the fact that her daughter is comfortable enough to tell her.

She never goes back and forth with her daughter because of how much sass she has.

“Mommy, I’m telling you, 2 plus 2 is five!”

Riri looks at You and at her daughter as she shrugs her shoulders.

“Whatever you say, babygirl.”

“It is!”

“I believe you.”

She plays rap and trap music when you aren’t home so you’re in shock when Amira repeats and hums the lyrics to some Meek Mill song at the dinner table.

“What song is that, baby?” You ask, amused as Riri sets down the plate of food that she’s cooked for you in front of you.

You watch Amira look at her mother who’s behind you.

“Twinkle twinkle little stars.”

Riri takes a seat next to you and grabs both you and Amira’s hand before speaking.

“Let’s say grac-“

“Nuh-uh, why does my baby know how dreams and nightmares go?”

Riri freezes like a deer in headlights.

“You wanna hear, momma?” She clears her throat before beginning.

“All foreign bitches ménagin-“

Riri cups her mouth and finally makes eye contact with you.

“It’s impressive though.”

“Riri!”

Sometimes, you wake up with half of your body on the bed because Riri’s let your daughter in between the two of you.

On Amira’s fourth birthday, neither of you could afford getting a professional mascot of the Cookie Monster (which was her favorite.) So when Riri got off work, she changed into the mascot despite being bone-tired and dressed up for her. Of course, you could tell that it was your wife under there but you thought it was the sweetest thing.

She does her best not to cuss in front of your daughter but it slips out and when it does Amira’s always so quick to snitch.

For Halloween, Amira hadn’t known what she wanted to dress up as for a while and you and Riri had given her options: Princess Tiana, Ariel and a Pirate.

“If you don’t like either of them we can find something else,” Riri says with Amira attached to her hip.

“I wanna be ironheart for Halloween.”

The room fell silent and you know Riri’s a big softie at heart so she sobbed after tucking Amira into bed.

Actually despises when you or Amira get sick because it brings the worse anxiety and she calls off of work because she’s worried for you.

“Riri, seriously, I’m okay, baby, we’re both fine, you should go to work.” You murmur, your throat is all scratchy and hoarse. She shoves a mug of tea into your hands.

Amira’s fast asleep against your side, her breathing is labored but she’s fine.

“It’s fine, Parker’s covering me right now,”

You know there’s no use in arguing with her.

If she ever comes home with bruises or cuts on her face, she covers it up with concealer and once, she used a hello kitty bandaid on her cheekbone.

Of course, Amira knows that it’s what’s used when someone in pain but Riri had lied and said it was just for decoration so Amira put one on her face to match.

When Riri does come home and doesn’t bother faking being hurt, Amira always tries to make her feel better and treat her injuries.

“Y/N, I ain’t tryna argue with you-“ Riri begins as you follow her down the hallway. She stops abruptly when Amira comes out of her room with a little bag of ice.

“What’s this for, sweetheart?” Riri questions as she kneels down.

“You got hurt so I wanna help.”

Riri hadn’t realized that her pain was so obvious. And that the concealer beneath her eyes at rubbed off to reveal purple skin.

From that day on, She tries to come home untouched and stopped being so careless.

You three do a lot of family roadtrips and Riri always gets aux and she claims it’s because she’s driving. Amira sides with her only because she likes rap music.

Riri loves going to Amira’s school plays whether she’s the main character or playing a tree.

Riri often overthinks being good enough. She always wonders if she’s providing enough for your daughter, if she’s present enough because of work.

“I just don’t want her to think I don’t care,” Riri admits, Amira is fast asleep against her chest. She’s always been a heavy sleeper just like you are.

“I’m sure she doesn’t think that, you’re here more often than you think.” You reassure her, laying against her arm. She shifts so she can wrap it around you instead.

She hums so you know she heard you but you know it still lingers in the back of her mind.

not proofread bc I don’t have the time, but I hope y’all enjoy it.

@fentibeauty @zeezeecave @atruebeaut @prettypink-princesss @shurislover

[imagineanime2022]

Kids

Kalluto Zoldyck X Fem!Reader (Platonic)

Word Count: 630

Requested: Anon

Request: Hii, if you write for Kalluto, could you make an angst to fluff scenario with reader who's a sort of mother figure to him? Like maybe kalluto had a nightmare or he's just really frustrated about something and the reader comforts him?♡ that poor baby doesn't get enough attention or love :((( thanks❤️

Kalluto had been with the Phantom Troupe for a little while now, that was where he met you, the kindest person that he had ever met, you were gentle with everyone that you met and encouraged everyone. Kalluto found himself growing close to you, he’d find himself standing behind your legs and looking to you when he did something noteworthy and you would always have some kind of praise ready for him.

You noticed that Kalluto was very independent for his age, more grown up and detached then most and it wasn’t because of his occupation as an assassin. You noticed that he seemed to have given up on the idea of even being noticed which in all honesty confused you because his ability and his skill deserved all the praise in the world especially at his age.

It had been at least a couple of months, you had all been unbothered after the incident with the Chimera Ants but after all that Kalluto seemed a little standoffish then before, you had given him some time usually he’d come to you if he had a question but this time it was almost like the problem was with you.

This was the 2nd night of him keeping his distance so when it came time to eat you walked over to him with his food and sat next to him. “Are you going to tell me what’s going on?” You asked, passing him to food that you had brought over. “Nothing.” He answered, it almost seemed like a habit, you raised an eyebrow at him. “Really?” You asked. “Mmm.” He hummed. “Doesn’t seem like nothing, seems like something is bothering you.” You informed him as you leaned back in your seat. “You know you can tell me if something is wrong, I won’t tell anyone, I might even be able to help.” “I just don’t understand.” He muttered. “Don’t understand what?” You asked. “Why do I like it here more?” He answered. Your eyes widened not because of what he had said but the meaning behind it, you glanced around the abandoned building that the group had claimed as their own while you thought about your answer. “More than home?” You asked, he nodded almost as if he couldn’t say it out loud. “What’s different?” “Different?” He asked. “I guess I matter here.” “You don’t matter at home?” You asked. “Mum and Dad are more focused on my older brother.” He answered. “Killua left a while ago, they haven’t been able to get him to come home, no matter how hard they try.” “So no one is really paying much attention to you?” You asked. “Not really.” He answered, the way that he spoke he was vulnerable. This was the first time that you had heard him sound like a child, sound is age. You reached over and wrapped an arm around his shoulder. “It will never be wrong to want someone to see you.” You informed him “as long as you are here, you will have my full attention.” He seemed to relax into your side as you pat his head softly. “I’m sure that no ones ever told you this either but you are way better at everything that you do, than anyone else at your age. I promise you that you’ll show everyone and I’ll be there every step of the way, if you want me there.” You said. “You promise?” He asked. “I promise.” You nodded. “And the rest of them will look after like you’re their own, unless you give them reason not to.” “Thank you.” He said softly and you winked. “Nothing to thank me for.” You leaned down and pressed a small kiss to his forehead “now eat up we’ve got work to do tomorrow.”

Request Here!!

[ellies-mullet]

Give the Girl a Gun

Desc: Joel gives his little girl a lesson in shooting a gun.

Warnings: Mentions of gun use, literal gun use, mentions of loss and death

Notes: This is absolute SHITTT but I wanted to put out something. This is part of my dad!Joel series so yayyy a new addition to the story. I wrote this months ago and it's kind of a quick read but... enjoy nonethess.

New Joel x Reader fic coming this week though *wink.*

There was a particular day where Joel was sitting on his worn in sofa

It was an unusually sweltering and humid day and the cheap AC unit in Joel's apartment had been out since last week

Although he had sent in a request to get it fixed, no one had been sent just yet

He was majorly pissed about this

Joel was so worried about you overheating in your sleep

He would have nightmares of him finding your little body stiff in the morning

The mere thought of another loss, especially you, made Joel’s chest tighten by the second

So for now, Joel had made sure to keep towels soaked with cold water on hand to place on you while you slept

He would even place them in the shitty freezer he had to make sure they stayed cold(Tess had actually come up with this one)

As much as Joel worried about whether or not he was a good father, it was clear he was the best you could have had

Despite the fact that Joel was clearly a good and caring father, he tried his best not to baby you too much

He didn’t use babytalk, he spoke to you with “regular” words in his regular voice

He was a no bullshit dad

There was no point in shielding you from the dangers in the world when those dangers wouldn’t take two seconds to shoot or bite you

To Joel, if you were going to survive this world, you couldn’t be a “normal” child and you couldn’t have a normal childhood

He couldn’t raise you like he had raised Sarah.

There was only so much cold towels could fix

Before you were even born, Joel was already planning on teaching you how to protect yourself

While it pained him to think about, he knew that he wouldn't be able to protect you forever

Whether that be because he was bit or of natural causes, he simply wouldn’t always be there

And as he watched you play with your toys on the floor in front of him, giggling and rambling to yourself, he assured himself that he would be doing the right thing by teaching you how to protect yourself

Just in case.

+++++++++++++++++++++++++

“Alright now… first thing you gotta know is to never put your finger on the trigger unless you’re gonna take the shot.”

Your little arms held up Joel’s own revolver, eyes trained on the three glass bottles placed a little more than ten feet away

As Joel gave you directions on how to handle the gun, your big, sweet eyes would glance up at him, looking for assurance and validation

Joel wiped the sweat off his brow before asking you to line up the gun with the bottle in the middle

You nervously did as you were instructed, your heart beating quickly

Joel placed his hand on your back gently to calm you down

“This is just practice, honey. No need to be perfect.”

“I’m right here. Don’t be afraid of the gun.”

You missed three times

But eventually, you hit the bottle

Joel felt a sense of pride watching you as you took your finger off the trigger and lowered the gun

You spoke excitedly and with giddy, so proud of yourself for hitting the bottle

Joel had you shoot a few more times and you shot with more and more accuracy

Onlookers that passed the alley where you were practicing looked on with dismay 

Someone as young as you probably shouldn’t be holding a gun

Joel could understand

As much as he felt pride looking down at you holding his revolver, he couldn’t help but feel a piece of his soul break away

His baby

His child

His daughter

You were growing up too quickly

Quicker than you should’ve

But Joel would rather be safe than sorry.

[loliflwrs]

Teen reader when they realize Valeria's real job-

"Wait- Somos los malos?"

Valeria Garza Realization HCS

sorry!! enjoyyy😘

you’re Valerias adopted child

she was still serving in the military when she found you, you were only a little baby

her baby

meaning she protects you and hides you from anything

like you’re living in a cardboard box sheltered from everything

years passed she’s already in the head position of the cartel and your kept in your room unless she says otherwise

your only allowed in the kitchen, private living room area, and your room so it gets lonely

with a bright idea you decide to escape, she always keeps the door locked so you get one of the credit cards she gave you to budge it open rich

as you walk around you find men with huge weapons and rectangular packages

you decide to go back to your room and ask her about it later

when Valeria comes up to wish you goodnight you break it to her

shes angry you left but looks a little relieved too

she tells you whats actually going on and honestly you get really upset

she understands but she reassures you that your safe

“You’ll get used to it, cariño.”

[anopenbookunderlockandkey]

The 118 Turtles Chat

Buck: EDS! HEY HEY EDS!

Bobby: Buck, this is the group chat

Buck: I know but he’s not answering me in our chat or my phone calls and Chris’ phone is off

Hen: maybe because it’s 8:45am after 3 nights of 7-7 shifts

Buck: but the turtles!

Bobby: turtles?

Buck: yes, the turtles! 🐢

Hen: Bobby, why’re you humoring him?

Buck: because Bobby knows how excited Christopher is to see the baby turtles at the aquarium! We have to get there at 10am when tickets go on sale

Hen: ever hear of buying things online?

Buck: you can’t! And they need to come with me cause the turtle exhibit opens at 10:15

Buck: will you guys please call and text Eddie too???

Chim: No

Buck: if you’re nice I’ll bring my niece too 😇

Chim: Eddie, wake up so Uncle Buck can bring your son and my daughter to see the turtles

Hen: what if my kids or Bobby’s kids wanted to go???

Buck: it’s family day

Chim: yeah Hen duh it’s family day 🤪

Hen: if Eddie is family we’re all family

Bobby: I tried calling Eddie, he didn’t answer me either

Buck: see! I told you, he sleeps like the dead, like me if you will 💀

Bobby: stop joking about being dead Buck

Buck: what’s the point of living if I can’t joke about dying

Chim: maybe Denny should call Chris on the Xbox, he’ll answer for his video game friends

Hen: don’t bring my child into this

Buck: yes! Please Hen! Have Denny go and see if Chris is on, it’s Saturday morning and his dad is asleep, he’s definitely taking advantage of that

Chim: I texted Denny, said he’s playing games with Chris

Buck: Hen! Hen! Henrietta my favorite, please go talk to Chris and have him wake up his dad, promise him pancakes

Chim: Denny says he won’t tell Chris unless he also gets to see the turtles

Bobby: but it’s family day for Eddie, Buck, and Chris

Chim: Denny says he also wants pancakes and for his mom to be Buck’s slave for a day

Buck: HEN HEN I NEED YOU, PLEASE HEN, THE BABY TURTLES 🐢

Hen: Calm down Turtle boy, Chim didn’t text Denny, Denny is asleep in his bed like I’d like to be

Buck: … this is about THE TURTLES. we need to actually talk to one of them

Bobby: why don’t you just go over there?

Buck: if I drive there and back it will take too long, they need to meet me at the aquarium

Buck: I’ve checked Instagram, there’s already a line for tickets, the turtles are a BIG DEAL

Hen: fine, I’ll call Eddie

Buck: HENRIETTA WILSON YOU ARE THE BEST

Hen: dammit he’s not answering his home phone either, has anyone ever heard his answering machine

Chim: hahahaha yes, last time I left a message on that thing I had to click five different buttons, it’s set up like an office phone, different extensions for him, Chris, and Buck

Buck: home phone?

Hen: you didn’t know Eddie has a landline?

Chim: yes Buck, back in the Stone Age we had wired phones

Bobby: but you’re an option on the answering machine?

Chim: CODEPENDENT

Hen: I need the telephone gods to smile down on me as I make this next phone call and let Eddie wake up, I need to sleep

Bobby: if he hasn’t woken up by now I don’t think there’s a chance

Buck: Bobby! don’t say that, we need to see the turtles!!!

Ravi: why don’t you check location sharing? Maybe he’s not home and his phone is still on silent from being on shift

Buck: great idea! See guys, this is being helpful

Hen: you think mr hates technology has location sharing on?

Ravi: you think he’d know how to turn that default setting off?

Chim: we’ve all been calling him and being helpful, I take offense turtle boy

Buck: Ravi, you’re the best!

Hen: oh thank god, you found Eddie?

*15 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck did you reach Eddie?

*10 minutes pass*

Hen: Buck, it’s almost 10am, and you are the reason I could not sleep, did you guys get in line for the damn turtle tickets?

*20 minutes pass*

Hen: after all that I didn’t even get to know if you saw the turtles?!

Eddie: (image of Buck, Chris and Jee with baby turtles)

Buck: 🐢🐢🐢

Bobby: have a fun family day!

Hen: Eddie, why the fuck didn’t you answer your phone???

Eddie: I left it in Buck’s jeep when he dropped me off after our shift

Hen: I have no words

Buck: 😇 🐢

For @professionalprocrastinator22 and the fun real life phone tag her family played about turtles that inspired this. And for @gravelyhalversobbing and her love of turtles.

[oh-surprise-its-me]

Roy/Jamie/Keeley prompt: Jamie starts to feel weird and gets checked out. Turns out he’s got the carrier gene and is pregnant by Roy. He’s shocked but pleased. Kids just haven’t been brought up between him, Roy and Keeley. Later on at dinner Jamie casually brings up the topic hoping to surprise his lovers. He’s left heartbroken when both Roy and Keeley vehemently deny wanting any kids. Jamie doesn’t know what to do. Terrified, he asks Rebecca for a leave of absence and then disappears, leaving only a note explaining the situation. Roy and Keeley are devastated and desperate to get both Jamie and their baby back. Several agonizing weeks pass by until Roy and Keeley get a call from Georgie who can't stand to see her boy so alone and unhappy. She tells them Jamie's hiding in a little seaside village. Roy and Keeley rush to the village and find their beautiful but heartbroken Jamie. They convince him to come home and immediately seek out Dr. Sharon and the Richmond fam. They all come together to take care of Jamie and the newest edition to their Richmond Fam.

I’m not normally a Roy x Keeley x Jamie person but I’ll do my absolute best at them all together.

But once again. I’ve written and read worst things to be afraid of a little requested mpreg. I was in the Hannibal fandom for years, bring it on. . Again in this universe they can only have the kids by C-section thanks.

So tw. Mpreg.

Jamie found the cottage. The woman is lovely. Treats Jamie like a grandson, Jamie’s mom has been around a few times. She loves taking care of him. But hates watching him be so sad.

When he hears a car pull it it he drive he thinks nothing of it. Probably Marie checking on him and the cat she gifted him last week.

She said it would be good practice.

Jamie had to laugh. It hurts. Knowing that the baby will look like him and Roy. Christ.

There’s a knocking on the door. Jamie sighs and gets up. His right hip hurts today. Stupid baby. No not stupid. Incredible baby. Little baby girl. He’s thinking Lucy would be a good name. Lucy Tartt.

Lucy Kent.

Lucy Jones.

Fuck.

Jamie yanks the door open.

There standing on his small front porch is Roy and Keeley. “What the fuck.”

Keeley can’t tear her eyes away from where Jamie is showing. He’s only got a small bump not really noticeable unless you know what a carrier gene looks like in men. Or since he’s shirtless that’s also making it noticeable. Sue him. He was planning on a swim.

Roy coughs. He makes an aborted motion to hug Jamie. “You look good. Happy.”

Jamie thinks maybe the past four months have been a fever dream.

“Why are you here, leave.”

Keeley makes a hurt noise. “Jamie no baby please? Let us talk to you?”

Jamie laughs. “No hell no. You guys don’t want kids. I decided to remove myself from the situation. I’m keeping this kid.”

Roy winces. “You’re right we did say that. But things changed. We were wrong.”

Jamie laughs. Wrong answer. “No. You weren’t. You said what you said. Own it. Own it and think about the fact that this means permanently being in each others lives in some way. I refused to have my child have her parents in only glimpses of her life. If you guys don’t want her that’s fine. Then you’re out. Permanently.”

Roy reaches forward. “Her?”

Keeley has mascara running down her face. “A daughter?”

Jamie sighs. He wishes this had just been Marie checking on him. “Jesus Christ come in side I’m putting on a shirt.” He turns and walks away. They can make their choices.

-

They end up in the living room. Jamie is sitting in the leather chair he’s grown so fond of and Roy and Keeley are sharing the couch. His new cat is curled in his lap staring at them. He likes to think she’s threatening them.

Keeley catches sight of the ultrasound photo. “Oh fuck Jamie is that her?” Jamie smiles, he can’t help it. “Yep. All four months of her. Got that last week when I learned the gender.”

“I lied. I don’t know why. I was scared. But I want the kid with you Jamie. I want to help you do things. Watch the kid grow. Watch her grow. I wanna be there for all of it. Fuck I’m sorry if you ever thought otherwise.”

Jamie blinks at Roy. Shit. He’s serious.

He goes to speak when Keeley cuts him off. “I didn’t want kids because I assumed I’d have to have them. No way I’d do that. But kids themselves? God Jamie I want that with you two.”

Oh.

O h.

Fuck.

Jamie can feel the tears start. He doesn’t even mean to cry. Stupid baby hormones.

“You don’t hate me for having her?”

Keeley and Roy practically throw themselves off the couch towards Jamie. Roy makes it first and sits on the arm of the chair. “I love you for having her. Christ. A kid. Our kid. All of our kid.”

Keeley lands at his feet and wraps her arms around his left leg. “Love you for doing this. You’re so brave for being alone. I’m sorry we made you feel like you had to be alone.”

Jamie leans into Roy’s side. He reaches for Keeley’s hand. “It’s okay. I mean you’re going to have to explain all of this to Marie but it’s fine.”

Roy blinks down at him. “Marie?” Jamie grins and nods. “She’s a terrifying little French Lady. I think she adopted me.”

“Fuck.”

“Oh shit.”

“Also I’m naming her Lucy.”

Roy grins. He kisses Jamie. God it has been months since he kissed Jamie. “Love it.” Keeley crawls up onto the other arm of the chair. She leans down and kisses Jamie herself. “Lu for short.”

Jamie nods.

“We can go back to Richmond but I think Isaac and Dani might try to kill you guys. I uh. Told them everything. Colin too.”

Roy blinks. “Is that why they’ve refused to listen to me? They literally pretend I haven’t said anything.” Jamie nods. He taps his stomach. “Yep! They said they’d, and I’m quoting them here. ‘Rip out your organs like a good old fashion thriller movie.’ So maybe wait till I say it’s okay again.”

Keeley smiles at Jamie. “I’m glad they love you.”

Jamie smiles up at them. “Love you both. Even when you were stupid.”

Roy winces. “Yeah sorry. So sorry.” “Yeah Jamie. I’m really sorry.”

Jamie just shakes his head, “It’s fine. Just means I get to boss you both around for a while. Five months to be exact.”

Roy presses a kiss to Jamie’s hair. “Wouldn’t have it any other way.” Keeley nods. She kisses Jamie’s cheek. “Can’t wait to run to the store at 4am.”

Jamie smiles, he knows they’re going to have a lot to work on but hey. What family doesn’t have small issues. The important thing is that their kid will have love all around them.

[porchlightfairy]

Shoot for the moon part 3

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4

rockstar!eddie munson

a/n: I might be second guessing myself after this part. It feels like it's dragging so hope you guys are enjoying this series and continue reading future parts.

wc:1.7k

summary: efforts are being made.

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

“It’s his?” Wayne sits down with you on the couch in his trailer. He hands you a mug of tea he brewed for your visit.

“It is. I haven’t been with anyone else since he left.” You hold the warm cup in your hands but don’t take a sip. You don’t think you can stomach it right now.

“Have you told him?” He watches you fidget.

“No.”

“Why not?” He leans forward in surprise.

“He’s in California, living his dream! We just saw him on the television! If I tell him now, all that goes away, and he’ll be right back here. Struggling to get by as we take care of the baby.” Your voice cracks as you feel overwhelmed.

“But you don’t deserve to struggle by yourself, sweetheart.” He sets the mugs down and holds your hands. “You don’t have to do this alone.”

“Wayne, I can’t ask you for help. Eddie…”

“You’re not asking. I’m offering. And I want you to know that I’m not doing it for the sake of him. I’m doing it for you. It takes a village to raise a child, I know.”

“Thank you, Wayne.” You hug him tightly, “I don’t know what I would do without you here.”

。·:*˚:✧。

Eddie sits in the front seat of Wayne’s car as they drive Jupiter to school. She looks absentmindedly out of the window. “This is where your mom and I first met. She knocked out my last baby tooth in the sixth grade.” Eddie says.

He gets silence in return. It was her first day at school since her mom had passed. He pursed his lips as Wayne speaks, “Eddie and I have some business to take care of after we drop you off. But if the day gets to be too much we will come and get you okay?”

She nods, “Okay.” Her voice is meek and trembley. She gets out once they park and heads for the entrance with the other students.

“She’ll be okay. She’s a tough cookie.” Wayne reassures Eddie as they drive off.

The business they needed to take care of was your will. The thing on the front of Eddie’s mind was Jupiter. Would she stay here in Indiana or go to California with Eddie? He would hate to make her leave home but he doesn’t want to leave her and Wayne behind. His head starts to hurt as he thinks about how complex the situation was.

“Thank you for meeting with me.” The lawyer speaks, “She did write a will before passing and it does begin the discussion of custody over Jupiter. However, what is written here is not the final say.”

Eddie leans in as the lawyer goes over most of her things. She wanted most of her things donated unless Jupiter wanted keepsakes but not too much. The lawyers goes on and on until finally, “And lastly, I wish for Jupiter to remain in guardianship of Wayne Munson, her appointed grandfather although not biologic. I want my little girl to live a normal life and I don’t think Eddie is fit to parent. He doesn’t even know she exists.”

Eddie chokes back tears and nods. You didn’t even think he would have shown up. Wayne and the lawyer continue to talk but Eddie’s ears burn hot. He was mentally drained. He wished he could talk to you. Hear his side of things. It hurt how bad he wanted to tell you, he would have stayed.

Back at the house, Eddie sits in his room staring at the blank wall. Wayne went out for a bit so he was alone in the house. There wasn’t much to do, Eddie packed on a whim so he brought nothing to occupy himself. He sighs and deflates before falling back on the bed. What now? After everything, what does he do? His band, his image, his PR, what would they think of Eddie?

Before he could come up with an answer the house phone rang. Eddie gets up and rushes for the living room to answer the phone. “Munson’s”

“Grandpa?” On the other line were Jupiter’s sobs.

“It’s Eddie. Are you alright?” He says worriedly, “Wayne’s out right now but if you need me to, I will come get you.”

“...please, “ Is all she says in response. Eddie hangs up the phone and grabs the only other keys in the house. The keys to your car. He takes a deep breath before jumping into the driver's seat and speeding to the school.

Jupiter slips out of one of the side doors and gets in the car as soon as she sees it’s her mom’s. Eddie smiles at her as they peel out of the parking lot. “Not your first time sneaking out I assume?”

Jupiter laughs, “I’ve seen the other kids do it.”

“Right, you’re a good student.” He drums his fingers against the wheel. “It’s still a little early to go home, and if Wayne finds out I snuck you out of school instead of him getting you out ‘legally,’ my ass is grass.” Jupiter giggles, “So, why don’t we go to the interstate for some ice cream? That’ll kill some time right?”

“That sounds good.” She smiles, “Thank you for getting me.”

“Of course. I would hate to think you were being tortured in there.” Eddie smiles but it soon fades, “I was about your age when I felt on my own. All I had was Wayne.”

Jupiter turns to look at him as he continues, “I want you to know that you don’t just have him. You have me too. I know I wasn’t around back then but… I’m here now.”

Jupiter feels her chest warm with delight. The rest of the car ride is filled with the sound of your music. Like you were in the car with two of your favorite people.

When the two arrive, they order their ice cream and sit on the curb to eat. Eddie chose rocky road and Jupiter chose neapolitan. “Let me guess, your mom told you her secret.” Eddie smirks.

“When it’s hard to choose for just one serving, neapolitan will be there to catch you.” Jupiter laughs.

“She would always get it but never say it was her favorite.”

“What is her favorite?” Jupiter asks, “She always got neapolitan with me.”

“I don’t know actually. She would get it with me too. And when she finished hers, she would offer to help finish mine.”

“Sounds like her.”

They sit in silence, the sound of the highway exists behind the woods. Offering some ambience to the silence as they ate.

“So, will I be going back to California with you?” Jupiter asks.

Eddie stops eating and sighs, “Nah, you wouldn’t want to stay with me. Your mom thought it was for the best that you stay here.”

“Oh.”

“I think it’s a good idea too. You shouldn’t have to rip up your roots and move across the country. You’ve got it good here with Wayne.”

“Right.” Jupiter mutters.

“Did you want to move to California?”

She shrugs, “I don’t know.”

Eddie was in the same boat. He felt helpless, not able to give her a definite answer to anything. He could tell Jupiter was having a hard time. He just had no idea how to help her. After they finish their frozen treats, they head back home.

When they arrive, they see Wayne arms crossed in the kitchen. His notorious frown on his face. “I just got a call from your school saying you weren’t in class after 5th period.”

Jupiter looks down at the floor, “I’m sorry, Grandpa.”

“It’s alright, I know today was going to be tough. It’s just…”

It’s just that I don’t want you to fall down the path Eddie did. That’s what he was going to say. Eddie felt the sting of those words, even if they weren’t spoken. Eddie’s bad behavior started when he would cut class. First it was the tardies and the absences, then it was flunking classes, then selling drugs. Wayne had been around the block a few times with Eddie. Losing a parent is tough in all circumstances. 

 Jupiter looks down at her shoes. Wayne sighs, “I’m glad you’re okay now. How about some ice cream? Your mom has some rocky road in the deep freezer in the garage.” 

“Rocky road?” Jupiter and Eddie look at each other in confusion.

“It was her favorite. While she was pregnant with you, it was all she craved for about a month. She kept some around in the deep freezer as a secret stash. A little treat for her to enjoy.” He heads for the door to the garage, “So, y'all want some?”

“I’m up for some more ice cream.” Jupiter smiles.

“More?” Wayne chuckles.

Later in the night, Jupiter heads off to bed and Wayne tucks her in. She was too old for that but Wayne wanted to make sure she was okay. “Goodnight, sweetie.”

Just as he stands up to leave Jupiter asks, “Do you think Eddie will forget about me?”

“Forget you? What makes you say that?” Wayne sits back down, his brow knit together in concern.

“He forgot about mom. Who’s to say he won’t do the same to me?” 

“Eddie was young when he left your mom. And both of them have made very young and dumb decisions.” Wayne sighs, “I think he’s learned a very hard and troublesome lesson. And I don’t think he will repeat that mistake again.”

“Do you think mom not telling him was a mistake?” She asks.

Wayne pauses and thinks to himself for a moment, “I do. I understood why she did it but Eddie deserved to be a part of your life in some way. It doesn’t make her a bad mom for her choice. Eddie is my son and seeing him like this hurts my heart. I see the way he acts around you. He wants you to like him. He’s trying really hard.”

Jupiter nods as she listens, taking in all his words.

“Now, will he forget you? Never. Never, never, never. Now that he knows he will never be allowed to forget. Heartbreak is what pushed him away, but he can’t ignore this. He can’t pretend until it goes away. Okay?”

Although harsh, Wayne’s words brought comfort to Jupiter. He turns off her light and closes the door, leaving her in darkness with her glow in the dark sticker stars on the ceiling.

[supernaturalgirl20]

Cock Warming

Pairings: Joel Miller x f!reader

Warnings: cock warming, Joel being a shit, unprotected sex, cursing, mentions of violence, mentions of marriage.

This was torture.

You knew you deserved it. This punishment for disobeying him but fuck, you wanted to move so fucking bad. Wiggling your hips just a little - anything to get a bit of friction - his hand moves to your hip squeezing hard.

“Ahh. Joel, baby, please just let me…”

“Now you know why you can’t do that darlin’ so sit still until I’m finished with this.”

You groan and lean your head back against his chest causing him to chuckle. That fucker.

There is an ache in your thighs from being spread open like this and all you want to do is have him bend you over his work station and fuck you good and hard. But no, Joel wanted to punish you. Remind you who’s in charge and all because you came back for him. Of course you were gonna come back, he’s the love of your life.

So now here you were, spread out on his thighs, his cock buried deep inside you and you weren’t allowed to move an inch. Not until he was finished with his work.

He’s busy, focused on the piece of wood in his hands so you take this opportunity to snake your hand down to your clit. You begin to rub the bundle of nerves and oh this is just what you needed.

“Now I know you ain’t touching yourself darlin’ especially when I told you not to.”

“Joel please…just fuck me already. I’ve learned my lesson.”

“See now, I don’t think that you have, else you wouldn’t be touchin what’s mine.” You groan loudly - it’s almost a scream - like an insolent child and his fingers dig into the flesh of your thigh. You clench around him and a moan slips past his lips. “Baby girl, unless you want this to go on all night you need to behave. So sit still.”

Fuck if anyone walked in and saw you both. Just sitting there naked. You, in his lap with his cock stuffed inside you. Jesus you’re so fucking turned on you could come from just that thought alone.

Another hour passes before he puts down his tools and your heart flutters in excitement. His lips kiss along your shoulder, his faint beard prickling your skin. “You look so pretty like this, darlin’. All spread out on my thighs with my cock buried inside ya. Want me to fuck you now?”

“Please….Joel I’m begging you.” His arms slip around your waist as he stands, pushing you against his worktop. The wood chippings rub against your pebbled nipples causing you to hiss. He spanks your ass hard leaving a red mark before he holds into your hips. “Ya ready, baby girl?”

“Yes,” you stutter out as your body begins to shudder with anticipation. “Not gonna be gentle tonight.”

“I don’t want you to be.” That’s all he needs to hear as he begins to pound into you from behind, his hands gripping you tight. His gaze is set firmly on where you are both joined and he moans loudly as he sees his cock move in and out of you. Smeared with your arousal.

“Don’t ever disobey me again, yer hear. Can’t…can’t lose you, darlin’. It would…fuck…it would break me.”

“I’m sorry baby….oh fuck yes….don’t stop…I’m almost there…almost….” You cry out his name as your cunt flutters around him, squeezing him tight and after another few thrusts he pulls out, pumping himself until he comes all over your ass.

“Just let me clean you up darlin’,” he says as he leaves to grab a washcloth. Once you’re cleaned he carries you into his room and helps you under his covers. His arm slips around you pulling you close. His lips kiss the top of your head as your fingers run along his chest. “I’m sorry. Bout today. I was just scared that somethin’ was gonna happen to ya.”

“I know. I won’t apologise though Joel. I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I know this isn’t a conventional relationship but I love you, and if you think I’m ever gonna leave you to die then you’re wrong.”

His hand caresses your cheek as you look up into his hazel eyes. “I know darlin’ and I love ya too.” His lips meet yours in a searing kiss and when he pulls back he kisses your forehead and holds you tightly. “Move in with me?”

“What?”

“Ya heard me. Move in with me.”

“You're sure?”

“Never been more sure of anything in my life. I can’t give you everything and you know where I stand on marriage and kids but, I want this.”

“Yes,” you say, peppering kisses along his face. “Yes. I’ll move in with you.”

“Good. Now get some rest, cause I ain’t done with you yet, darlin’.”

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