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xoxomilesteller · 9 days ago

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motivation

professor!beau arlen x fem!reader | MDNI

cw: teacher x student dynamic, unprotected p in v (no balloon no goon), cockwarming, cursing, pet names (darlin’), some kinda bdsm tie ins, this ones actually tame, p2 to this!

wc: 1.6k

def has grammar mistakes!

since the last time he’s fucked you, he hasn’t stopped. beau has invited you over multiple times to his house to fuck you. but it’s a bit different than just the casual hook up. he first cooks for you, then he’ll watch a movie, touching you and kissing you. then he’ll actually fuck you, take his time, make you come at least twice, and clean you up. then he’s the sweetest person ever. he really makes sure that you don’t feel just used.

there’d be times he just wants your presence there, like today. he’ll call you over just to hang out, kind of.

he treats you like a reward. when he’s busy, he’ll keep you close or just talk to you, but he won’t touch until he’s done, something you’ve observed.

but you actually need him today. bad.

beau is in his office, glasses on and grading papers. his shirt is unbuttoned halfway, tie is untied but loose around his neck, sleeves rolled up.

so in response, you walk up to his desk, laying flat on it, covering his papers. your skirt is splayed out, breasts spilling out of your tank top, legs crossed and arms over your head.

“darlin’,” he chuckles and attempts to removes the papers from under you but they won’t budge, “i have to grade”

“do that later mr. arlen,” you roll your eyes, lifting your head to get a better look at him, “do me instead,” your voice is monotone

beau whistles, “first, what did i say ‘bout you callin’ me by my teacher name?”

“sorry beau,” you tease. you liked calling him his work name, it’s fun seeing him all stressed

“much better,” he leans back in his chair, “second, we’re impatient, aren’t we?”

“this,” you arch your back to grab the packet of papers from under you, “can wait. i can’t”

he snatches the packet from your hands, “yeah i’m startin’ to see that darlin’,” he rakes his eyes over you, taking your body laid out in front of him in.

beau doesn’t know how he even got here. one day he fucked you after your retake, the next few weeks he’s having you over at his house. you make his cock twitch, you test his patience, and you give him one helluva fun time. not just sex, but even just talking to you, he’s entranced. he doesn’t know what to do with himself. he wants something more, but you’re his student and he doesn’t want to take advantage of you or make you feel uncomfortable.

so sex it is. you like it, he loves it.

but he just groans, “i will when i’m done gradin’”

you sit up, skirt covering nothing, “i can help,” you say with an innocent smile that you know makes his cock throb

“like hell you will,” he mumbles and crosses his arms over his chest, “how would you help me darlin’?”

you slide off of his desk, onto his lap, “this is distractin’,” he whispers, his voice heavy

“just wait,” you reassure, pushing his glasses up his nose for him.

you rock your hips on his lap, his fingers crinkle the paper and you feel him hardening under you. he places his parted, soft lips on your chest, peering up at you through his glasses while giving you wet kisses.

“y’can’t jus’ tease me like this,” he nips at your skin

“i’m giving you motivation,” your lips graze the prickly hairs of his beard, “so you can just focus on me instead”

an idea pops into beau’s head, “turn ‘round f’me,” he orders

you pout, “no i wanna see your face”

“jus’ do it”

you stand up, turning your back to him. before you can settle down on his lap, his hands slide up your skirt, removing your panties and watching them fall to the ground. you gasp with excitement and relief, thinking he’ll finally fill you up, the way you love it.

he undoes his pants, keeping a hand on your hip so you don’t turn around. he spits on his palm and strokes himself, biting down on his lip. then he leads your hips down, tip prodding your entrance which makes goosebumps rise on your body.

“always s’wet f’me aren’t you?”

you nod, moaning once he settles you down on him. he rolls the chair closer to his desk, his thick tip hitting your spot at each gentle movement.

he rests his chin on your shoulder and places both hands on his desk, returning to the papers he has to grade. you take it as a sign to start moving your hips on him.

the second he feels you shift, his left hand flies to your thigh, holding you down, “you’re just keepin’ me warm, keepin’ yourself full,” he whispers in your ear, “none of that nonsense ‘til i finish my gradin’”

you whine, clenching your thighs, earning a groan from him, “please”

he flutters his eyes closed, tipping his head slightly back, “no, get used to this”

the statement makes your walls clench

“fuck,” he moans, hips slightly jerking

“bea-��

“get used to it baby,” he mumbles into your neck

after a few minutes, you actually did get used to it, well, used to him being inside of you and gaining control over your body. you distracted yourself, reading over the papers he’s grading. right now the current topic in his class is women’s sexuality, and the empowerment that comes from it. he’s asked you questions every now and then, using his palm to cover the answer on the paper to see if you’re actually reading or trying to distract yourself.

it’s a mix of both.

it’s genuinely hard to focus on anything else, besides his thick cock inside of you, just stilled. you want to grind on him, bounce on his cock, make him come, but there’s something intimate about this that you like. it’s not entirely sexual. he’s still teaching you, making sure you know the topic. he’s keeping you close, trying to keep you somewhat satisfied, a compromise really. it’s all intensifying, like you’re hyper aware of everything pertaining to beau. his chest rising and falling against your back, the warm breath coming out of his nose that hits your chest, how he uses your neck to push up his glasses when they fall: overall, there’s more than just his cock.

“back then, in the 1900s, women were forced to suppress their sexuality, correct?” he whispers

you nod, “correct, cause of many factors like religious teachings and patriarchy,” you turn your head to look at him, his head still resting on your shoulder.

”patriarchy,” he repeats

“‘submission is not a virtue,’” you quote his words, which he raises his brows in surprise, “‘cause having the choice to is more powerful, right?”

he nods, “correct, same goes for obedience”

“which is different from submission?” your voice wavers, still not fully confident

beau kisses your shoulder, “absolutely correct, obedience usually comes from fear, feelin’ obligated to do somethin’ ‘cause of fear, submission, you’re jus’ givin’ up, handin’ someone else the wheel ‘cause of trust”

“‘obedience is expected, submission is chosen’,” you quote him again

“good girl,” he whispers, smiling when he feels you clench around him, “what’d you learn today?”

you hum, “what you just said”

he chuckles, “from this,” he rolls his chair back, his dick finally moving inside of you

you grip onto his hands, mind going blank from that one singular movement you’ve been craving.

“well,” he kisses your neck, moving his hands while yours rest on them to your hips, “i hope that i taught you somethin’ ‘bout yourself. you didn’t have to listen t’me, but you did,” he moves your hips forward, then back, “you suppressed your desire, because you chose to, correct?”

all you can do is nod, mouthing falling open at the deep and slow rhythm

“did you enjoy suppressin’ it?”

you shake your head, moaning

he moves your hips quicker, groaning when he feels your nails dig into the backs of his hands, “why not?”

“not used to it,” you pant out, “in the end, i liked it”

“yeah?” he grunts, “you submitted to me, doin’ it though you didn’t like it,” he mentions, “obedience would be me threatenin’ you by sayin’ you can’t come unless you talk t’me,” he explains, his fingers gripping onto you tight, “why would that be?”

your mind and heart are racing, thinking about your approaching orgasm, anythingbesides his teachings. but that’s a side you don’t want to see of him, him being mad and punishing you, not that you’d know if he’s capable of that.

he is, but he’s a professor.

he has patience.

“‘cause then i’d feel like i have to talk,” you manage to say, but your voice is unsteady

“good fuckin’ girl,” he praises, moving your hips harder when he feels your entire body tighten up on top of him, “wanna know what i learned?” he asks, and you nod, your face scrunching up, “that you trust me”

you nod, dragging your nails down his hands, “please?”

he kisses your jaw, “you don’t gotta ask, let go”

at his words, you come undone, hips jittering and nails clawing so hard that you make him bleed. he follows shortly after, shooting deep inside of you, which has become normal since he found out you were on the pill.

both of you lean back, you resting your weight on him while he rests on his chair, “when i asked you what you learned,” his voice is hoarse, “i was askin’ ‘bout yourself, not my lesson, but this,” he pulses his fingers, massaging the sore flesh of your hips, “was a part of my lesson, glad to see you learned somethin’”

AN: part two yayyyyyyy i love professor beau

banner by: @cafekitsune

tags: @redhairedgardenfairy

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loveln4 · 19 days ago

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LANDO NORRIS x SUMMER FLING!READER

your mouth is like the sunset

going down every night

and don’t stop

- Jade LeMac, Pink Balloon

Synopsis: it’s the last night of Lando’s vacation with his friend, but it doesn’t end right.

WARNINGS: 18+, vulgar language, French kissing, piv sex, unprotected sex, orgasm, Lando’s a dick, don’t think this is going to end happily.

She laid on the sun bed outside the bedroom, the balcony overlooking the various boats. The book in her hands lulling her to sleep, her eyes closing until she hears movement beside her.

Lando sits down beside her and looked out to the view. “Hey, want to stay in tonight?” He asks her, “We can make something easy, you know? So we can kind of clean up before we leave tomorrow.”

Lando and Y/n were leaving the French coast early tomorrow morning. Lando is going back to racing next week and Y/n needs to go back to her life in London. Her life isn’t as exciting as Lando’s but she finds comfort in it, obviously not earning enough and barely getting by. But when she’s on her usual vacation with him, nothing matters.

“Yeah, sure.” Y/n was tired, they had been swimming all day and have finally now been able to sit and rest. “I think I’m gonna sleep for a little before making dinner, is that okay?” She asks him, getting up and stretching her limbs.

Lando stands up with her and walks behind her into the shared bedroom, “We’ll both take a nap, swimming today took everything out of me.” The villa they were staying at had only one bed, Lando’s silly mistake as he didn’t read the description before booking.

They both fell asleep on the bed, the balcony door left open to let in the breeze that cooled their bodies down.

When y/n woke up the room was a little darker, the hot sun slowly setting. She tried to get up but realised Lando’s arms were around her: holding her down. Once she realised this she slumped up against him. He was warm and strong, his thumb starting to slowly draw circles on her stomach. “Lando?” She questioned quietly when she felt his breathing change and the circles become more evident on her skin.

“Mhm?” He hummed into her hair. He moved himself closer to her, holding onto her like she was going to escape. “Yes, y/n?”

She subconsciously moved into him, letting his scent envelope her senses. “I should go make dinner now, right?”

“Right.” He didn’t let her go though, only moving his head closer to her neck, his lips almost touching her skin.

Her breath hitched, “Lando.” Her voice had a slight whimper to it, “you should let go.”

Instead, he turned her around so she was lying on her back and pinned her down with his knees on either side of her. Lando moved slowly toward her face, his eyes moving up and down to her lips and back up to her eyes. “May I?” He whispers into her mouth and kisses her softly, taking her bottom lip with his and sticking his tongue into her mouth.

His hands moved up to her face, his breathing heavy and loud. “Lando,” She said but was interrupted with Lando’s mouth over hers. Y/n stuck her fingers into his hair, playing with the curls at the back of his neck.

Lando’s hand wandered up her thighs and pushed her silky dress up. His hands gripped her exposed torso right below her breasts and pulled away from her lips. “You’re so beautiful.” He didn’t let her respond as he went back to kissing her, his tongue flicking hers inside her mouth.

He started to pull off his sweats with one hand, while the other laid flat on her stomach, making sure she doesn’t move. He guided himself to her pantie covered core, nudging his tip on it slightly. Y/n whimpered and attempted to arch her back, failing as Lando’s hand pushed her back down.

Lando pulled her panties to the side and looked into her eyes for confirmation. They didn’t speak as he sunk into her, just a small gasp left from y/n’s mouth was followed by a soft, quiet groan from Lando.

His pace was slow, his mouth working on her neck. Y/n was close and Lando knew it, pushing deeper into her and brought his thumb down to work on her clit.

Before they could both come undone a phone rang. It was Lando’s, the contact poster revealing a blonde girl with blue eyes and a beautiful smile.

“Fuck me.” Lando cursed under his breath as he could feel y/n still underneath him, frozen at the sight on his phone.

“Get off.” She bit at him and at that, he released her from his grasp. Y/n climbed off the bed and fixed herself up, pulling her underwear and dress back into place. “Fuck, Lando. You said you weren’t dating her anymore.”

Lando was dating a Portuguese model named Magui, well IS dating her. Y/n and Lando didn’t talk often but when they did she asked him about her. He said they weren’t like serious, but he liked her. When Lando was booking this trip he told her they had been broken up for months.

What a fucking liar, huh?

“Y/n!” He called after her as she exited the bedroom and went downstairs. Clanging of pots were loud down the staircase as Lando answered his phone with a curse, “Fuck!”

“Hi, Lando Baby.” Magui’s thick Portuguese accent rang through his ears. “I’m so excited to see you tomorrow—to feel you.”

Lando hid his anger, “Yeah, me too.” He silently cursed within himself as he heard a door slam. “I—i have to go, Baby. I’ll call you later.”

“Bye, Lan.” She exclaimed.

Lando hangs up and runs downstairs after hearing the door slam, finding the house empty. “Fuck me!” He yelled and slumped on the couch in defeat.

When y/n returned, Lando was lying on the couch with his phone in his hands. “Have you packed?” She asked him as she walked past him, heading toward the staircase. She was quiet as she pulled her suitcase toward her and silently started to fold her clothes that was left in a heap in the corner of the room.

“Yeah. Have you eaten anything?” Lando asked her. He sat on the bed in front of her and continued to watch her pack.

Y/n stopped her packing and covered her face, a small quiet muffled cry sounded from her mouth. She wiped her face, “Yeah, I’ve eaten, Lan.”

“Don’t call me that.” He bit at her.

“The fuck? Don’t call you ‘Lan’? The nickname I’ve been calling you for years?” This angered y/n.

“Can we pretend what happened before didn’t happen?” Lando pleads. “It was a mistake.”

“A fucking mistake?” She asks. “Lan—Lando, who the fuck do you think I am?”

“My friend! And it has to stay that way.”

“Fuck you, man.” She slumps, her elegance completely seeping away. Her posture crumbles and she doesn’t say anything else as her body slightly shakes. Y/n was weeping silently, never ever has she been this vulnerable in front of Lando.

He reached toward her, grabbing her jaw and angling her face up toward his. “Don’t cry, Y/n,” He pleaded quietly as he joined her on the floor kneeling and bringing her body into his, embracing her as her body shook and whimpering sobs escaped her mouth.

The airport was empty The rush slowly creeping in as they get through check in.

“Lan— Lando,” Y/n calls out to him when he starts to walk away from her, the flight to Nice leaving in an hour. “This time next year?” She asks him, hoping for their tradition to last until they are both old and grey.

He slowly makes his way back to her and reaches for her hand, lifting it and inspecting it with his thumb playing with her ringed finger, “Yeah, see you later.”

They slowly retreat from each other, backs turned heading toward different directions. Lando flying back to Monaco and y/n flying back to London, hiding until it’s time to meet in another country with the boy she wishes was hers.

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loud-sturniolos · 10 months ago

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Gender reveal

A dad!Chris Sturniolo fanfic

SUMMARY:

Intimate gender reveal between Chris, you, Matt and Nick.

WARNINGS:

Fluff, swearing, dad!Chris, kinda short, not proofread, kinda shit I’m half asleep😭

A/N:: I am redoing my tag list + Gonna post a bit more! Comment if you want to be added^^

You heard the front door open, and immediately knew Chris and his brothers were home. You stood up off the sofa, and smiled when Chris, Matt and Nick walked in, each with 2 full bags from Target. Chris walked over and kissed your cheek, then crouched down to press a kiss to your baby bump, “How’s my special little man doing?” You looked down at him, letting out a small laugh. “The baby is fine, and you dont know if it’s a boy yet.” You tease, ruffling his hair before walking towards the kitchen where Nick and Matt had started unpacking the bags, Chris trailing behind quickly.

“Did you get the plain cupcakes?” “Yes.” “And both blue and pink frosting?” “Yep.” “And the-“ “We got everything you asked for. Calm down.” You shrugged and grabbed the bag of chips, opening them and popping one into your mouth. “Just gotta make sure.” Chris reached over, trying to sneak a chip, but you batted his hand away before he could. “Hey, that’s not nice. Let me have one, ma.” He said, putting on a fake pout. “No, get your own.” “And don’t pout, you’re not 3, Chris.” Nick added on, not-so kindly.

An hour later, everything was set up for the small gender reveal. A small arch of blue and pink balloons, the gender reveal cake, and extra cupcakes decorated in either pink or blue.

You felt Chris walk up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist and his hands splaying across the baby bump through your clothes. “Lookin’ good, ma.” He said softly, pressing a kiss to your temple. “Me, or the decorations?” You teased, “Both.” Chris said against your head, you could practically hear his grin. Chris gestured to the cupcakes, “Can I try one?” “Fine. Just one.” You giggled as he immediately grabbed a boy-themed cupcake and started eating it.

Matt and Nick walked over, each with grins on their faces. “We doing this now, or what?” Nick asked, you responded by pointing at Chris, who was still shoving cake down his throat, “Once he’s finished his cupcake.” Matt let out a small chuckle, leaning against the wall and taking a photo of the table of cupcakes and the balloon arch to post on his friends-only.

After Chris finally finished his cupcake and washed it down with a Pepsi, he was stood next to the cake, trying to figure out how to cut it. “Chris, dude, just cut the cake.” “No, I don’t want to ruin the decoration.” He says firmly, he finally finds a safe place to cut the cake without ruining any of the decor. He lines up the knife, then slowly cuts the cake in half. He stares at the cut cake for a moment, holding his breath as he slowly pushes the halves apart to reveal a pale blue cake. Chris lets out a soft gasp, immediately spinning to face you. “I.. it’s a boy??” You nod in response, a huge smile on your face, then as Chris runs over and engulfs you in a bear hug you let out a squeal.

After a long, tight, 5 minute hug from Chris, he finally lets go and allows Nick and Matt to hug you. “You got name ideas yet?” Nick asks curiously as he pulls away from your guys’ hug, his hands staying firmly on your biceps. “No, no names yet, Nick.” You replied, slightly amused. “Okay, well, if you need name ideas just come to me.” “Absolutely not. Babe, do not go to Nick; he’ll probably say some name off RuPaul.” Chris says with a blank, firm look. You giggled and rolled your eyes playfully, “Alright, alright. Wont go to Nick for name ideas.” “Good.”

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mothandpidgeon · 6 months ago

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Nine Lives (witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader) - Part 3

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pairing: witch's familiar!Ezra x witch!f!reader

rating: T (evenual E) MDNI

summary: As you came into your powers and your curves filled in, Ezra realized he feelings for you were more than just affection. The only problem? He's a 300 year old cursed witch. Oh, and he's a cat.

contents: age gap (like 300 years), angst, slow burn, yearning, probably anachronistic witchy stuff, Ezra is a cat, he won't be forever, this isnt a beastiality thing, mentions of abuse moth never uses y/n.

wc: 4.3k

a/n: I've had a tough couple of weeks (I mean, this week, who hasn't). I hope this will bring some of you joy this weekend. You deserve it. If it did, please please let me know. That would really cheer me up. Also, in case you missed it, going forward I'm going to be updating every 2 weeks. I really hope I can keep it up!

I must thanks @moonlitbirdie and @lowlights for the beta and their massive support of me in life and in writing this. Also thank you @schnarfer for helping me brainstorm some plot!

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Aunt Margot’s ringing up a tattooed girl with glasses when you stomp into the shop. You swing the door open so violently that it’s bell thwacks into the wall. You had almost a mile in the woods to walk it off but your anger has only grown, ballooning into a hot rage that’s devouring everything in your path.

“How was it?” Margot asks with a sly smile once the customer’s left with their little brown paper bag.

“River’s disgusting,” you announce.

“What happened?” her expression immediately clouds with concern.

“This is exactly why I don’t date witches. I told you that I didn't want to be set up with him.” you rant, blowing past her into what was once the dining room.

There’s still a turned leg table at its center, now piled with goods for sale. Percy winds his way between beeswax candles and hand-poured soaps.

“Oh yes I really forced him on you,” she says with sarcasm. “I recall the two of you were practically necking in front of the whole coven last night.”

You’re not sure if it’s the idea that you almost fucked River or the term necking that grosses you out more but you cringe.

“He’s so backwards. Guys like him make me ashamed to be a witch,” you say.

“How can you say such a thing? Ashamed to be a witch! Do I need to remind you just how lucky you are? After what we’ve been through? Our kind was almost wiped off the face of the earth. By mortals like your little boyfriends,” she says.

“I’m so tired of hearing that. It’s a shitty excuse. Mortals killed witches hundreds of years ago so we get a free pass to do whatever we want. To treat our familiars like slaves,” you reply.

She scoffs. “Percy do you hear that?”

He squeaks indignantly.

“He’s offended by that,” she tells you.

“He should be. It’s worse than offensive. It’s evil!” you say. Your voice echoes so loudly it rattles the antique silvered mirror hanging over the mantle.

Margot gathers Percy in her palm calmly stroking his white fur, her eyebrow arched in a way that tells you she’s trying to be patient. You shouldn’t take out it on her. She’s never been anything but good to her familiar.

“Do you know what he said about Ezra?” You can feel tears begin to bite at your eyes.

She frowns when she reaches into your mind to hear it herself.

“His family’s always held onto the old ways," she says, shaking her head in disappointment.

“Don’t make excuses for him,” you snap.

She tucks Percy into the pocket of her cardigan and places a gentle hand on your shoulder.

“He’s an idiot and I’m proud of you. And you should be proud of yourself too. All of you,” she says.

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The basement of the Arcane Page might be described as spooky, what with its cobwebs and dusty, amber jars. Apothecary shelves stocked with potions, rare ingredients, and animal bones meet the low ceilings. Disused broomsticks sit in the corner along with willow branches and a black goat’s horn. There are all manner of spell books down here along with hand written notes from your ancestors. At the center of the room there’s a wide oak table carved with runes and spells. It smells like ink and dried leaves and magic.

The warm sunset streams through the egress windows catching the dust that floats in the air. Margot didn’t have to be a mind reader to know you wanted to be alone and so she didn’t put up a fight when you offered to close up on your own. After you closed the register and locked the front door, you ventured down to the part of the shop meant only for witches.

Your plan was just to have some quiet before venturing upstairs where Ezra would be waiting. For all you knew he was still huddled under the bed. You could abhor River but only one of you had actually hurt your familiar. You couldn’t bring yourself to face Ezra knowing you were just as bad as the rest of them.

You start opening old books. Spell books and ancient texts. You’re looking for something, what it is you can’t be certain. All you know is that you felt drawn down here, your fingers itching for the parchment pages.

When you were a young witch, you came here often. There were spell books that had become your favorites, embellished with intricate illustrations. You memorized charms for changing the color of your hair and shuffled a dog-eared set of tarot cards. This was where you cast some of your very first spells. Magic made the world feel full of wonder yet it gave you some control, an order to things that would otherwise be chaos.

That’s gone now. All of it mixed up— pride and shame, power and weakness, love and loss.

You pull a large volume from the shelf, its soft leather cover embossed with constellations. heavy and thick, You need both hands to carry it to the table where it lands with a thud and a gasp of dust escapes into the air.

You turn it open, the aged glue of its spine cracking. You run your fingers over the delicate pages, so thin you can practically see through them. They’re covered in a careful hand and you can’t help but wonder about the witches that set these spells down, what advice they’d have for you.

The magic in here is convoluted, singular spells that spill over pages and pages with diagrams and celestial calendars. Some are written in verse so dense you can barely make out their meaning. They remind you of the cadence of Ezra’s voice.

These are not small acts of witchcraft. There are instructions for summoning beasts and recipes for potions that restore youth to be brewed specially on the solstice. Some of it feels dangerous— curses against unfaithful lovers, spells to wake the dead and use them for your bidding.

You read through them all with mild curiosity. You have no reason to reanimate a dead horse or brew a cure for quinsy— whatever that is— though it would be amusing to cast a perpetual dancing spell on River if you didn’t think it would kill him.

You chuckle to yourself as you imagine him dancing uncontrollably, his limbs uncontrollable, as you turn the page. And there you see it.

What you didn’t know what you were looking for has found you.

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You barge into the apartment with a wild look in your eye. Ezra’s still curled up in your spot on the bed. He’s been there most of the afternoon, letting bad memories flood his mind.

After the elders turned him, Ezra promised himself that he would be better. He’d been selfish and dishonest. Quick to anger. It was out of necessity, he’d told himself, but obviously it had only brought him suffering. He would change. But had he? He’d let you care for him, had loved you and fantasized about you, and he’d hurt you.

You’re calling his name, breathless from running up the stairs, with a leather bound book under your arm.

Ezra lingers in the bedroom door, guilt still festering.

“Look,” you say, setting the tome open on the little breakfast table with a thud. It seems as though you’ve forgotten everything, a whirl of urgency about you.

Ezra hops up and seats himself in front of the weathered pages. He takes in the verses there, the drawing scratched with quill and ink. It’s complicated and obscure, laborious instructions that must be followed to the letter. Behind him you’re nearly bouncing with untamed energy.

“What are you showing me?” he asks. He knows. The spell is exact but its outcome is clear.

“It’s a transfiguration spell,” you explain.

“That much is clear but—“

“I want to do it,” you say. There’s a determination in your words, a fiery assuredness that makes Ezra’s heart pick up. “I want to turn you back into a human.”

“That’s impossible.”

“No. It’s all right here. And it says under the moon of All Hallow’s Eve. That’s just in a few weeks,” you add excitedly.

“Little mage, I needn’t explain why this is folly,” he says.

It pains him to say it and not just because being human again would be the greatest gift. Your expression is a mix of frustration and heartbreak.

“You propose to defy the Elders’ judgment. They won’t take kindly to that,” he says.

“Fuck them,” you hiss. “The laws have changed. If you were convicted now, they’d take your powers but they wouldn’t make you live like this.”

“They’ll take yours if you do something so foolish,” he says. It comes out harsh but he’s angry that you’d risk your powers for him. That he wants so badly to accept.

“You don’t deserve to be a fucking cat. You should get a normal life,” you say, your body sagging onto the sofa like it can’t stand the weight of it all anymore.

“That’s quite a touching sentiment.” Ezra tries to couch the words in sarcasm but his voice breaks. He jumps down from the table and situates himself on the cushion beside you.

“Why didn’t you tell them?” you ask, defeated. Tearful eyes look towards the ceiling before falling onto him. “When they put you on trial. Why didn’t you tell the elders what he’d done?”

Ezra’s head sinks between his shoulders.

Damon was the kind of witch that only used his powers to numb himself to the rest of the world. He brewed potions that made him neglectful of his daughter one moment, belligerent towards her the next. Ezra had never considered himself a do-gooder. He saw the girl with bruises and said nothing. He was so disinterested in the goings on, he’d never even bothered to learn her name until his trial. Largely, he ignored them until the night he took Damon’s life.

Ezra hadn’t meant to engage him. It was a snide remark he made that pulled Damon’s attention away from berating Cee. Soon the two of them came to blows, Damon throwing the first punch with an accusation. Ezra was scrappy but there was a point when Damon had him pinned down and he thought his time was up. So when he was able to break free, Ezra made sure he wouldn’t be bested.

“You can’t understand how precarious it was for us then,” he says. “A hundred years of witch hunts. The life of a witch, even one as detestable as Damon was precious.”

Maybe if they’d known how Damon treated one of their kind, they would have shown Ezra leniency. But the real reason he accepted his punishment was because he knew it had been his own fault. Had he intervened earlier, gotten the Elders involved, it wouldn’t have ended in murder. You might think him a hero, but when the Elders made Ezra her familiar, Cee made it clear that she did not.

You sigh, a slight shake of your head, and you sink back into the sofa.

“You are a more than capable witch but this is ancient magic. It took the powers of no less than three elders to change me,” Ezra says as if it’s any consolation.

“Maybe Margot—“

“You’d both risk your powers,” he stops you. “No, little mage. It’s impossible.”

—

“I’m not coming,” you say.

Aunt Margot is loading a carpet bag into the trunk of her station wagon. Nearly a month has passed since the equinox. Halloween is two days away which means it’s time for your annual trip to Salem where the coven will be gathered through Samhain. The celebrations will be days long, singing and food, apple bobbing and fortune telling. Your little gathering doesn't compare.

Last night you couldn’t bring yourself to pack.

“What do you mean?” She asks.

”I’m sorry,” you say with a shrug.

You’ve been waffling on this decision for weeks but you’ve made up your mind. Even if it disappoints Aunt Margot.

”But everyone will miss you. And Simone’s making her gumbo,” she says.

”I know,” you say.

As Margot babbles out more reasons why you really shouldn’t stay home (“The spirit walk just won’t be the same without you”), Ezra snakes between your legs. You were nervous of how she’d take this news and Ezra promised to be moral support.

She throws out her hands with a pout. “I can’t stand thinking about you alone for All Hallows Eve,” she says.

“I won’t be alone,” you say, picking Ezra up and scratching under his chin.

“I will miss the gumbo,” he tells her.

“No Ezra,” she contemplates. “Maybe I can actually win at Scrabble.”

“Perchance,” he says, and you know she’s mentally tabulating the word score.

“Is this because of River?” She narrows her eyes.

It’s not. While you certainly won’t miss him, you wouldn’t let some dickwad keep you from having a good time. It’s all of them, really. Esme and the rest of them. Knowing how they think of Ezra, how they think of you, it makes you want to scream. You can’t subject him to their scorn and disdain, you won’t. You’d rather spend All Hallows Eve at home.

And then there’s that little part of you. The one that knows it’s preposterous and downright idiotic yet still hopes that you can put the Halloween moon to good use. Ezra shut that down fast but, oh, how good would it feel for the funny little witch to give them all the middle finger? .

“I’m just not in the spirit,” you say.

“Well it won’t feel like All Hallows Eve without you,” she sighs.

“I know,” you say. There’s a lump in your throat. You’ve never been apart from her for Samhain. There are countless warm memories of Halloweens past. When Margot got you your very first cauldron. The taste of pumpkin pie. The year of the freak snowstorm.

With another sigh and the jingle of her bracelets, Margot pulls you into an embrace. The smell of vetiver hangs off her hair and you breathe it in deeply.

“I’ll light a candle for you,” she promises.

“Thanks,” you say.

“And I’m going to jinx River’s socks. They’ll be damp for a month,” she says.

You laugh.

The horn of her car beeps and you break the hug to see Percy appear at the top of the steering wheel.

“He’s worried about the traffic on the Thruway,” she tells you. “I’m coming!”

“Take care of her,” she says to Ezra, petting along his jaw

He nods.

When Margot’s tail lights disappear down the street, you sit beside Ezra on the front steps.

“You could go,” he says.

“I made the right choice,” you say, stroking down the shiny fur on his back.

“So what now?” he asks.

“I don’t know. I've always wanted to go trick or treating,” you say.

“That’s blasphemy, little mage,” Ezra quips.

—

Ezra holds you in his arms. Human arms. Your skin is warm against his as you lay tangled together. The morning light catches on the prism beads you have hanging in your bedroom window, little rainbows dancing across the walls and rumpled bedspread. His lips brush across your forehead, leaving a ghost of a kiss at your hairline. You sigh dreamily and your fingertips graze his bare chest. You‘re just barely awake when you turn your face up to him, your eyes warm like you missed him while you were sleeping. He greets you with a kiss, your lips opening to him with a low hum. His fingers tangle with yours as the grasp the spindles in the headboard.

His name comes out of you in a gasp of breath.

He’s had these dreams for years but they’ve been happening almost every night since you showed him that spell. Sometimes passionate– your thighs opening as he explores your body— but just as often innocuous. Picking flowers in the meadow by his boyhood home. Bringing you tea as you read on the porch swing.

Each dream is so alluring, even the most banal, he wakes up with the words on the tip of his tongue, ready to ask you to risk it all and turn him.

You haven’t brought it up again in the weeks since you set that spellbook in front of him. Maybe you thought better of it. Maybe you were just angry. You told him about your spat with River and, while it touched him that you’d come to his defense, he knew it was an impulsive choice.

Either way, it’s for the best.

It wouldn’t end well. Of course, you’d be putting yourself at risk. He’d made that very clear to you. There are a thousand other reasons why it shouldn’t be done. He’s probably forgotten how to be human and what he would do with himself in this day and age, he has no idea. The only job experience he’s had in the past two hundred years is rat catching.

The logistics of being a human matter little to him, though. His real concern is with you.

He’ll no longer be your companion. You won’t scratch behind his ears, invite him to lay in your lap. You’ll probably expect him to move on and live the life he’s always wanted. He can’t think of one that doesn’t involve you.

At least as a cat, he never has to know if you’d choose another man over him.

He’s laying awake, pondering this once again, when your eyes crack open. Warm mid morning light pours in through the lace curtains, bathing you in a honeyed glow. With Margot out of town and the store closed, the two of you had been on your own, spending the previous dsy together. A walk in the woods, a visit to the coffee shop where other patrons greeted Ezra with friendly scritches. You bailed on plans with the mortal Connor to watch movies and snuggle Ezra on the couch. It should have been enough, that’s what he thought when the credits rolled and you were snoring on the couch, your fingers buried in his scruff. He could share a lifetime of this with you and be grateful for it. But he was greedy.

”Happy Halloween,” you say.

You pull him close and he nuzzles into your warm skin.

“You were in my dream,” you say. Your voice is still rough from sleep, still somewhere far away like you haven’t fully regained consciousness.

Ezra’s cheeks heat under his fur. It’s not just the raspiness of your throat but his shame. If only you knew what he’d been dreaming about.

“I was doing that spell. To change you,” you say.

“I would’ve hoped for something more scintillating.” He plays it off as a joke.

You huff a laugh and rest your wrist across your forehead, eyes cast towards the ceiling. “Right when you turned I woke up,” you say.

Ezra doesn’t want to admit it— that he was thinking about that very spell, that he wants your dream to be a premonition. Witches have been known to have those. No, that’s wishful thinking.

He gets to his feet and stretches out.

“What a pity you missed my face. I can’t quite remember my own countenance,” he says.

You sigh with exasperation. “I think it’s a sign,” you say.

“Our dreams are just that,” he tells you.

“Not this one. It wasn’t just a dream,” you insist. You sit up on your elbows meeting his eye with eagerness. “I can do it.”

“I told you—“

“Ezra, I want to do it,” you say with finality. “I want you to be human again.”

He grits his teeth. If he was capable of crying, he might after hearing your words, seeing that resolution in your expression. It takes all of his strength to not just give in and say yes. You know the reasons why it shouldn’t be done and he can’t tell you the ones that make him hesitant.

“You would turn me knowing how much more capable I am of violence? I might be declawed but I will be far more dangerous as man than beast.,” he asks. It still weighs on him even though it’s been weeks since the equinox and it seems you’ve all but forgotten it.

“I trust you,” you say. There’s a tenderness in your eyes that makes Ezra’s heart swell.

He knows you mean it. You shouldn’t. He doesn’t deserve to be trusted, to be loved by you. He was never a good man, never stood up for anyone else. And it’s that very reason that’s had his mind in knots. He’s selfish. He wants this chance.

Maybe, maybe you’ll give him the same look as a human and he can love you back the way he’s always wanted.

“Besides, I know how to defend myself,” you say with a grin.

That’s his little mage.

“Very well,” he says. “I’m ready.”

–

You light the final candles on the oak table. The basement is illuminated by the dim glow of candles. You’ve spent the whole day down here with Ezra readying everything for the moon of All Hallows Eve.

Luckily Aunt Margot will be gone for the week so you don’t have to worry about interruptions. You’re not sure how she’ll react but right now, frankly, you don’t care. This is the right thing to do, you keep telling yourself. It’s justice. It’s not about the thrill you feel now, butterflies in your belly.

You’ve daydreamed about it and after last night’s dream, your imagination feels closer than ever There’s no good picture in your mind of what Ezra will be like but his looks aren’t important. You can’t wait to do normal things with him. What will it be like to get a coffee with Ezra? To do rituals together at Ostara. To hear his old stories again, made new by his facial expressions.

He’s quiet, nervous you’re sure, beside your cauldron. His golden eyes flit from the flames to the spellbook to the darkened window. Your excitement cools and suddenly you’re worried that your enthusiasm got the better of you. Had you pressured him into agreeing to this? He’s still your familiar after all, bound to serve you.

You kneel at the edge of the table.

“Are you sure you want to do this? We don’t have to,” you say.

“As long as you’re certain you’re willing to take on the risks,” he tells you.

You nod.

“Very well,” he says.

You look at one another for a long time, both knowing that this will be the last time things are the same. You memorize everything about him, his elegant face, the whiskers beside his little black nose, the streak of white fur above his eye. This is your Ezra, will always be even if he doesn’t exist in this form. You wish you could thank him for everything he’s done for you but the words are stuck in your throat. It won’t do to start crying now when you need to focus and recite the incantation clearly.

“I love you, Ezra,” you manage.

He responds with a long, slow blink and you kiss his forehead.

The potion is murky and thick as you ladle it into a dish. Ezra recoils when you place it in front of him.

“Smells like piss,” he says with a wince before lapping it up. A shiver runs over his body, down the length of his tail. “Tastes like it.”

He leaps onto the table and settles at the center of the carved pentagram.

“Work your magic, little mage,” he says.

This is it. It’s all laid out just like your dream but you’re still anxious. There’s no room for error.

With a deep breath, you straighten your back and begin to say the words. You read them countless times throughout the day, memorizing each verse so that it can flow from your heart to your tongue. As each one leaves your mouth, you visualize them on the page. Magic begins to stir in you, a tingle beneath your skin.

Ezra lays on his belly, his eyes drifting close, paws outstretched towards you.

You shut your eyes tight and focus your energy, like a beam of pure magic directed towards him and say the words again.You think about him, really envision his details down to the hair. Memories flood you. Ezra rubbing up on the old books in the store. His soft purrs against your chest when your heart felt heavy. The time he slipped on the edge of the tub and fell into your bath. The love you feel for him radiates in your chest all the way to your fingertips.

You’re squeezing all of it palms, every drop of energy within you aimed at Ezra. A vibration, an earthquake.

You say the words a final time.

Lightheaded. Breathless. Exhausted.

Your eyes flutter open.

Ezra lays on the table just as you left him. Unchanged.

“No.” The word slips from your mouth nothing more than a whisper.

Ezra blinks, looking down at his black paws.

You see his shoulders sag and a long moment passes as he gathers himself before looking at you.

It doesn’t make sense. You did everything right, just as you’d seen in your sleep. You’ve never cast with such fervor.

“Okay,” you say, swallowing hard around a sob. “We’ll do it again. The moon will be higher.” You can hear your own desperation, voice shaking as you try not to lose faith.

Ezra slowly sits himself up.

“Maybe you need more potion,” you suggest.

“No, little mage,” he says, resigned.

“Ez–” You’ve failed him. Your chest burns, tears brim in your eyes.It feels like you might collapse from the exertion and sheer heartbreak that’s overwhelming you.

“It’s alright. I’ve been a cat for more than a few years. And so I shall remain,” he says.

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tinyshyteacup · 26 days ago

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Tw: cussing, tooth rotting fluff, Abel ages weird

Part 5

Whiskey & Wee Things - Part 6

The kitchen at Gemma’s was filled with a kind of noise that wasn’t loud, exactly—but it was constant. The thrum of conversation, the scratch of pens on paper, the rustle of plastic bags from dollar store party favors, and the bubbling hiss of the stovetop where Tara reheated leftover mac and cheese for Abel.

You sat at the table—cross-legged on the dining chair, a spiral notebook in your lap and a mess of colorful markers scattered around like spilled candy. Every few minutes you reached for one, scribbling out another note in soft, looping cursive:

Games: bean bag toss? Piñata??

Balloons—blue + white

Filip: help pick gift. He’ll argue, I'll win lol Scotsman.

Gemma had a cigarette balanced between two fingers, her glasses perched low on her nose as she flipped through a beat-up recipe book.

"I swear to God, if I see another gluten-free cake suggestion, I’m throwing this book in the damn firepit," she muttered, stabbing the page like it had insulted her personally.

You tried to hide your chuckle, a hand over your mouth. “I was just gonna suggest carrot cake...”

Gemma looked up sharply. “Carrot cake with frosting. Don’t start that rabbit food sh—”

"Gemma," Tara warned gently from the stove, one eyebrow arched.

"Fine, fine, no yelling around the little one,” Gemma grumbled, flicking ash into a coffee mug. “Even if she’s got some truly tragic cake opinions.”

You smiled—because you never minded Gemma’s bark, not when she said “little” with a kind of possessive protectiveness that felt like a hug.

You’d become one of hers as well as Filip's.

You were still adjusting to that.

"Okay,” Tara said as she dried her hands and came to join you, pulling a chair close. “So we’ve got the cake ordered. That weird kid from the bakery is doing it—"

"The one with the eyeliner?” Gemma asked.

"Yeah. He’s good. A little goth, but talented."

"Maybe we should invite him to facepaint," you offered innocently.

That earned you synchronized eye-rolls from both women.

"You’re lucky you’re cute," Gemma said.

You ducked your head, smiling again. The soft pink of your cheeks always gave you away.

There were papers everywhere.

Party supply lists. RSVP notes from club members’ families.

A list of allergy warnings scrawled in Tara’s neat, practical handwriting, as she wrote, hand stroking the curve of her growing belly absentmindedly.

Your own pages were marked up with doodles—stars and hearts and tiny dyna's with smiling couples on them. Gemma snorted every time she saw one, but she didn’t stop you.

At one point, Tara leaned over your shoulder, brushing her fingers over the list you’d written.

"You’ve got a really good eye," she said thoughtfully. "Even your handwritings tidy."

You blinked up at her, and shrugged. “I just wanted to make it nice. I know it’s hard with Jax being… y’know. Inside.”

Gemma glanced up at that, eyes narrowing, but it wasn’t anger. It was something older, heavier. A quiet grief she didn’t know how to carry unless it was wrapped in sass and cigarettes.

"You makin’ it nice is exactly what he needs, sweetheart,” she said, voice low and gruff. “What we all need."

You didn’t know what to say to that.

So you just nodded.

Gemma had her cigarette hanging from the side of her mouth, lipstick a little smudged as she argued over balloon colors with Tara.

Tara was trying to measure space in the backyard for folding tables.

You were now standing in the middle of it all, a little overwhelmed but smiling—holding up a kid-sized party crown with sparkly gold trim.

"I thought we could maybe… do a cake shaped like a motorcycle? Or a crow?" you offered quietly.

Gemma scoffed. “Jesus, crow cake for a one-year-old? He ain’t patched in yet.” But she grinned.

Tara laughed, brushing her hair back. “That’s actually cute. Let’s do it.”

You nodded, writing it down with your neat little handwriting, all curled letters and thoughtful spacing.

You were still adjusting to this life in a lot of ways—but you knew love when you saw it. And you knew Abel deserved a birthday, even if his daddy couldn’t be there.

Chibs was already halfway through a club meeting when you popped your head in the already open chapel doors.

"Hey, sorry, um… when you’re done, could you maybe—come to the store with me? I need help picking something out for Abel."

He blinked at you. Then looked around the table at the rest of SAMCRO, the ones on the outside at least, who were exchanging amused glances.

"Prez, you gettin’ dragged into baby duty now?" The prospect with the neck tattoo teased.

Chibs gave him a sharp look, but the corner of his mouth twitched.

When he stood and followed you out, his voice dropped low beside your ear. “Ye really want me shoppin’ for the wee lad?"

He smirked "I was thinkin’ baseball bat and a wee kutte.”

You laughed, a soft huff of sound. “He’s turning one, Scotsman.”

"Start ‘em young,” he muttered hand around your shoulders, as he let you lead the way.

You stood in the baby section of a department store, staring at a bright red ride-on tricycle, one with cartoon flames on the side and handlebars like a real motorcycle. You glanced up at Chibs with a grin.

"It’s perfect, right?"

Chibs squinted at it, arms crossed over his cut. "It’s no Dyna, but it'll do."

You nodded, pulling out your wallet. But his hand shot out to stop you.

"What d’ye think yer doin’, love?"

"I’m paying for a child's birthday gift" you said matter of factly.

He stepped in front of you, frowning. “Like hell ye are.”

"But I helped plan everything. It’s for Abel. I want to—”

"And I’m the bloody President right now. This—” he waved a hand around the cart, the toy, the list in your hand.

“—all of it? Shoulda been my job. Ye stepped up, mo chridhe, So let me do this.”

You swallowed a little, unsure. “But your doing everything for the clu…”

He softened then, the furrow in his brow easing. He stepped closer, calloused fingers brushing under your chin.

His voice dropped, heavy with affection, threaded through that rough Scottish accent.

"Ye take care of everyone, mo chridhe. Even when ye don’t have to. But it’s my turn now. Let me do somethin’, aye?"

You nodded, eyes norrowing, barely whispering, "Fine, you win this round, Filip"

He pressed a quick kiss to your temple and turned to speak to the cashier. “Put it all on this card, lass’. And throw in a pack of those wee party hats too.”

You stood beside the cart, your hand lightly resting on the seat of the ride-on trike you’d picked out for Abel. You were humming softly to yourself, mentally running through the list again.

Cake ordered

Check.

Candles packed

Check.

Party hats.

Check.

Chibs had just stepped away to grab a second pack of batteries—you could still hear him.

“every damn toy these days, bleedin’ power-suck—"

when a woman brushed past and stood behind you in the checkout line.

She gave you a once-over. Polite at first. But her eyes had flicked to the SAMCRO patch on Chibs' kutte, before she'd watched him step away and her whole expression changed.

"Sweetheart, are you okay?" she asked, voice hushed, urgent.

"You don’t have to say anything, just nod or shake your head. If you’re in trouble, I can help you. We can go talk to someone."

You blinked at her.

Your heart stuttered for a second—not because you were afraid of Filip, never that—but because someone could look at him, the man who made you feel safer than anything in the world, and see a threat.

"What? No—no, I’m fine."

She pressed on, gentler now, still glancing toward the aisle where Chibs had disappeared.

"You don’t have to protect him. I’ve worked with victims before. There are signs. I can tell—he’s in a gang, isn’t he?"

Your throat tightened, not from fear but from something sharper anger.

Protective, loyal fury.

You straightened up, voice still soft but unnervingly steady.

"That man’s my family. He’s more gentle with me than anyone’s ever been in my whole damn life. Don’t you dare make assumptions just because he looks like someone you can’t understand."

The woman faltered, taken aback.

And that’s when Chibs returned—batteries in one hand, his usual easy swagger slightly dimmed as he caught the tail end of your sentence. His eyes flicked between you and the stranger, jaw tensing.

"Everythin’ alright, Love?" he asked, accent thick, gravel-edged.

The woman took one look at him and backed off, murmuring a hasty “Sorry, didn’t mean anything,” before she turned and practically vanished into the next aisle.

Chibs didn’t say anything right away.

He just stood there, gaze steady on you. Then he stepped in close—close enough to shield you from the rest of the world with the weight of his presence.

His hand came up to gently cup the back of your neck, thumb brushing along the edge of your jaw, like he needed to be sure you were alright.

"That motherfucker said you were in a gang," you mumbled, still flushed.

He snorted, rough but warm. "Aye. They always say that. To be fair, mo chridhe, I am."

You looked up at him.

"You’re my Old Man."

His scarred lips pulled into a slow smile, eyes crinkling. “Aye. I am. And if anyone ever makes you feel like ye’ve got to explain that, I’ll rip their tongue out through their arsehole.”

"Jesus Scotsman" you laughed before you could stop yourself, a little choked and watery around the edges. He bent and kissed your forehead softly—just once.

"You stood up for me," he said against your skin. "My Woman, all fire and no fear."

You whispered, “I’m not afaird of middle aged soccer Mom's.”

He leaned back, smirk lazy.

But his hand still rested on your waist.

Back at Chibs’ apartment later that night, you sat cross-legged on his couch, organizing party favors into little paper bags. He watched from the kitchen, sipping a beer, eyes soft.

"Never thought I’d see the day my woman would be wrappin’ up animal crackers and rainbow whistles."

"That sounds like a complaint, Scotsman" you teased.

"Not even a little. Just tryin’ to commit it to memory."

He knelt down beside you then, hands resting on your knees.

You were quiet for a moment, watching him, the way he always seemed to see you—even when you were half-buried in tissue paper and glue dots.

"Ye make things feel normal, mo chridhe" he murmured, voice low.

You leaned in and gave his lips a soft peck, before returning to wrapping the present.

You’d barely had time to finish tying the final balloon before kids began swarming the yard, running wild with sticky fingers and frosting-smudged cheeks.

You were glowing—absolutely glowing—as you crouched beside a group of toddlers, carefully painting butterflies, tiger stripes, and sparkly blue stars across their eager little faces.

Chibs stood at the back, under the shade of a half-dead lemon tree, arms folded across his kutte. The corner of his mouth twitched as he watched you—soft smile playing under his rough exterior, cigarette burning low between two fingers.

You turned to call over your shoulder, voice sweet and a little breathless from laughing.

"Filip, can you grab the juice boxes? They're by the cake!"

He didn’t move immediately. Just let his eyes linger on you for a beat longer. Then with a long-suffering sigh—and a smirk that said he was absolutely not suffering—he stubbed the cigarette with his boot and wandered over.

"Aye, love. Juice boxes, is it? Not exactly my brand o’ poison, but I’ll make an exception for the wee ones."

He passed you the small crate of drinks, watching the way your hands brushed over his as you took them.

"Yer brilliant with ‘em," he said low, almost too quiet to hear. "Like ye were made for this."

You’d just finished brushing the last swirl of butterfly wings across a little girl’s cheeks when Abel’s tiny voice rang out across the yard.

"Paint Unca Chibs! Make him a dragon!"

You looked up, bright-eyed and caught off guard, brush still in hand.

Chibs, mid-cigarette, standing off to the side with a cup of juice.

Because you made him promise to lay off the beer just for today, froze. One brow rose slowly.

He turned toward the toddler like he hadn’t heard right.

"A dragon, wee lad?" he repeated, accent rough and amused. "Yer sure about that? Don’t wanna give the other bairns nightmares."

But Abel was insistent, bouncing on the balls of his feet, pointing at the spot where you sat with your little table of paints, grinning like it was the best idea in the world.

And you—cheeks a little flushed from the sun and attention—were already hiding your smile behind the back of your hand.

"I mean… I could, if you let me, Filip" you said, voice light, teasing. "Might be nice to see you a little more colorful."

Chibs snorted through his nose, shaking his head.

"Christ, yer all enjoyin’ this far too much."

But then he stepped forward, crouched down in front of you with a dramatic huff, the leather of his kutte creaking as he settled.

"Alright, Love. Let’s see yer worst."

"Careful, Scotsman ... I might oblige you one day" you chuckled.

He sat still as best he could while you leaned in close, your knees brushing his, your small hand on his jaw as you tilted his face gently toward the light.

The intimacy of it was not lost on him—especially not with the way your touch lingered longer than it had to.

He tried to keep still, but you could see the twitch of a smirk as you started painting the jagged lines of the dragon’s “scales” across his cheekbones.

You laughed—light and genuine. "You’re doing amazing. Very intimidating. Terrifying, even."

Chibs rolled his eyes but didn’t pull away, even as you dabbed a bit of green right near the edge of his eye.

"Y’know, I’ve taken shrapnel with more dignity than this."

"And now you’ve been painted into a lizard by a one-year-old’s command. You’ve truly seen it all."

Chibs grumbled under his breath the entire time.

"Can’t believe I let ye talk me into this…" He smirked.

"This better wash off, love. Don’t need the brothers seein’ me lookin’ like I got into a fight wi’ a box of crayons." He chuckled low, the sound reverberating through your fingers where they rested at his jaw.

When you leaned back to admire your work—bright green with flecks of gold, tiny red “flames” at the corners of his mouth—he tilted his head at you.

"So, do I pass muster then? Or do I look like a right eejit?"

You smiled, eyes wide with quiet affection.

"You look like a dragon who loves his nephew enough to be face painted by his Old Lady in front of the entire club."

That gave him pause.

His face softened—not in the theatrical, overdone way, but in that barely-there, Filip way. Just a slow exhale and a look in his eyes that said he was tucking the moment away somewhere sacred.

"Aye," he murmured, voice suddenly quieter, a little raw. "That I do."

His eyes became even softer when they caught the small giggles Abel kept letting out every time you dabbed more paint on his ‘Unca Chibs.’

And then—you did it.

You stepped back, grinned from ear to ear, and with one fluid motion, pulled out your phone.

Click.

The photo flashed to life on the screen your biker, deadpan, red-and-green dragon face in full glory, Abel laughing in the background.

Your smile was wicked-sweet. “The Scottish Dragon lives.”

Abel cackled.

Chibs tilted his head slowly, cracking his neck like a gunslinger from an old Western. His voice dropped, that Glaswegian rasp curling low with warning.

"Y’better run, mo chridhe."

You yelped, squealed, and took off across the yard, barefoot and laughing. Kids scattered like confetti as you dodged lawn chairs and streamers, clutching your phone like a trophy.

Behind you, the sound of boots pounding the grass, and Chibs’ voice rising above the music—

"Come here, woman!"

Tara cradling her belly without even thinking about it, the maternal instincts already blooming like spring. Her other hand covers her mouth as she stifles a laugh watching you run across the yard barefoot with all 6'2 of Chibs on your tail.

You darted around the sandbox, nearly tripping over a rubber ball, while Chibs closed in. You had just enough time to turn, grin cheekily, and—

“Noooo—!”

He tackled you gently from behind, arms wrapping around your waist to lift you right off your feet. You squealed again, thrashing half-heartedly as he spun you in a slow, laughing circle.

"Delete the photo."

"Never, Scotsman"

"Delete it, or I swear on my kutte—"

"You look adorable!"

He didn’t let you finish. His mouth claimed yours mid-laugh, stealing a kiss so fast it stole your breath right along with it.

His lips were warm, rough, but full of such affection it made your heart lurch, one of his hands danced across your jaw softly, and you felt him smile into the kiss.

When he pulled back, eyes dark and soft, you were still smiling—dizzy with it.

"Filip…" you whispered, cheeks flushed.

He grinned, one arm still firmly around your waist, voice thick with that unmistakable Scottish gravel.

"Aye? That’ll teach ye to paint dragons on a Scotsman, lass."

"I can’t believe he let her paint his face," Tara murmurs, shaking her head. "That’s… wow."

There’s awe in her tone—not because it’s outrageous, but because it’s Chibs. Grim, quiet, keeps-his-pain-in-his-pockets Chibs.

And now here he is, letting a five-foot-tall woman with a heart full of softness smear face paint on his scarred checks because a toddler asked and you smiled at him.

Tara glances at Gemma, then back at the scene in front of her, her voice soft.

"He looks happy. Like… actually happy."

She smiles, her hand resting over her belly again, eyes still on the two of you wrapped up in your own little world. "They’re good for each other. You can tell."

Gemma nudges Tara with her elbow. "You see that? That bastard’s grinning like he just won the lottery."

She pauses, takes a slow sip from her cup. Her tone shifts—lower now, more serious.

"Good for him. He deserves somethin’ good."

But then she looks your way again, that wicked glint returning to her voice.

"If he ever breaks her heart, I’ll rip his out. You know that, right?"

Tara nods and then, with a little breath of laughter, Tara adds "I’m definitely showing that photo to Jax when he gets out."

Afterward, as Abel came barreling back over to admire your masterpiece, squealing with delight, Chibs let the boy tug on his hand and parade him around the party like a prize-winning pet.

He played along, growling like a dragon and chasing a few of the kids with mock roars and exaggerated stomps—his kutte flapping behind him like wings.

You stood off to the side with Gemma and Tara, hands folded under your chin, heart near bursting. Watching him like that—this man who so many feared, who wore scars like armor, now laughing and crouching to tie a balloon to a kid’s wrist—it unraveled something warm and solid inside you.

And Filip?

He caught your gaze across the lawn.

He didn’t smile. Not fully. Just gave you that look—eyes soft, that subtle burn of something protective, something unspoken.

Like you were the reason he could be soft like this.

Like he’d wear a thousand shades of face paint if it meant making you smile.

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ceceswithnopizza · 25 days ago

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After Lorena and Mr.Calloways rendezvous they have a unexpected visiter in Joshua Fatu

This one’s a shorty, this also contains smut and honestly breaking and entering. This is not spellchecked so dot dot dot.

Joshua “Josh/Jey” Fatu x Lorena “ReRe/Rena”

Lorena “ReRe/Rena” x Jordan “Mr.Calloway”

Catch up

Enjoyy

Everything ached.

It hurt so good, feeling Jordan’s thick dick plunging back into me filling me up. The ache in my upper thigh as my ass bounce furiously against his pelvis racing to fill the almost exploding balloons in our stomach. The sweat sticking us impossibly closer as we made a frothy white messy.

“Come here. I missed you, did you miss me Re?” He said punctuating each word filling himself to spots only Josh could reach before. Palming my belly as he pulled me up wrapping his hands around my throat.

“Yess oh my god please don’t stop” I whined my pussy was sopping wet and tingling burning as he fucked into me from behind. My eyes rolled back into my head his breath on the back of my neck as he kissed against it.

Letting out a squeal “Did I find your sport Re huh?” He unwrapped his hands from around my neck putting his body weight on to me. Falling into the bed feeling all of his weight as his lips sucked on my neck. Shamelessly holding onto my pillow trying to muffle my moans my mouth open and loud huffing.

“Fuck I’m going to coming” I wailed my hips falling into an arch from intensity. I felt every inch of him he was practically teasing me speeding up hitting every spot before slowing down tastefully.

“Give it to me. Come with me baby” he moaned out helping me bounce my ass on his pelvis. Clenching around him as he bounced my faster and faster he stilled and moaned as we both came

Both of us breathless after he slowly pulled out of me wrapping his arms around my waist as we lay there for a moment. Feeling my eyes get heavy before I felt two pecks on my neck.

“You need to use the bathroom baby.” He said. “You want me to pick you up?” Barely having the strength I nodded I used the restroom and we got cleaned up.

I laid in his arms even though my eyes were closed. My hands still found their way to Jordan’s tattoo of my name on his inner wrist. As I traced the ink and said the ups and down quietly in my head of Jordan’s breathing. And fell asleep checking my phone making sure all my alarms were set quickly I noticed all the calls from Josh, locking and putting my phone back I quickly fell asleep.

Did she know?

Sighing against the headrest I sat in Lorena’s apartment parking lot. Every single of my nineteen calls went unanswered.

It’s not like I was hiding it I just didn’t think she’d care to know. It’s not like we were together or anything but I could understand why she would be mad.

I felt like I cheated on her and everyone was acting like a cheated on her. I wonder how mad she’ll be when Lorena gets angry it always starts in her mind so subtle. She could be hiding it to her best ability and everyone would still know she just wore her heart like that.

How even when she was mad she thought before she spoke. No matter what happens she’d always be the first to want to fix it.

She is beautiful even when she thought she looked her worst. Especially when she got mad her voice was so soft it felt like she was hurting herself anytime she tried to yell. When she was really mad when she raised her top lip up like penny proud, her eyes slanting a little as she scowled.

Her lips looked so good all I wanted to do was kiss her. She would get so angry when I kissed her forehead but then she’d calm down and the same lip that was just mugging would come down into a pout.

Her eyes would water and she’d look up trying to swallow them and her left one would fall first and I’d wipe her tear.

Fuck it unlocking the door as I made it in trying to catch Mrs.Green I knew she’d let me up and Rena never locks her door.

Finally finding the sixty-nine year old collecting her things.

“Is that my favorite green woman I see” I flattered as she turned and smiled pulling me into a strong hug, patting my back.

“Flattery will get you anything with me. What’s it now? You piss Lorena off?” She asked shaking her head before taking a deep sigh. “Don’t start allat cheesing I’m just doing this because I know yall soulmates.”

“You the best!” I dragged basically running to the elevator.

“What’d you do this time?”

“I was with someone else but- but nothing it’s clear how much that girls wants to be with you and vise versa. I don’t know why yall play cat and mouse like teenagers.” She ranted as the doors opened again. She swiped her key card unlocking the doors silently.

“Thank you Mrs.Green” I said like a little kid.

“Thank me nothing fix it boy.” Giving a quick yes ma’am finally I opened the door. There were clothed press across the door Rena was always cleaning. Her apartment looked like nobody lived there at all times.

Who the fuck did she have in here?

#jey uso x oc #jey uso smut #jey uso fic #joshua fatu #x black reader smut #black reader smut #me and mr.wrong #jey uso fanfiction #jey uso x reader

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mytangerine98 · 21 days ago

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Stay with me

Pairing Choi Era x Kwon Soonyoung

Premise: At her best friend's wedding, ERA CHOI meets KWON SOONYOUNG—a loud, dramatic lawyer who's her best friend's soon-to-be husband JEON WONWOO's friend and who’s nothing like her type. She swears she’d never fall for someone like him… but fate clearly had other plans.

Inspired by Hoshi's STAY and Kim Se-jeong's LOVE, MAYBE.

Chapter One

Bridal Blues & Balloon Fiascos

“Era, don’t look behind you.”

That tone in Ela's voice?

Dangerous.

I turned anyway—and there it was. My clipboard, gracefully floating near the ceiling, tied to three shiny tiger-print balloons.

“You’ve got to be kidding me,” I muttered.

“I told you not to look,” Ela tried to hide her laugh.

“I’m going to kill him,” I declared, heel tapping against the floor as I stormed toward the main hall.

Kwon Soonyoung.

One of the many interesting friends of Wonwoo—Ela's soon-to-be husband, my best friend’s perfect match, and the only reason I tolerated this circus of extra humans invading my perfect wedding plans. Most of them stayed out of my way.

Except him.

The loudest one. The chaos in human form. Least like me. And yet, somehow, always exactly where I didn’t want him to be.

I found him sitting on the edge of the stage, throwing tiny marshmallows into the air and catching them with his mouth. Alone. Thankfully.

Well, not alone anymore. Jeonghan was lying across three chairs nearby like some kind of princely ghost, pretending to be asleep. Joshua sat beside him, reading something on his phone while munching chips way too delicately. Vernon was sprawled out on the floor, earbuds in, clearly not helping.

“Soonyoung!” He jumped and choked on one. “Ah—hey, wedding witch!”

“I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that.”

“Too late. It’s out in the universe.”

Joshua looked up from his phone, smirking. “She’s going to kill you one day.” Jeonghan yawned dramatically. “Make sure there’s a witness. I want a trial.”

I crossed my arms. “Why did you send my clipboard into orbit?” “It looked too... serious. The vibe was all ‘taxes and tragedy.’ Needed some fun. Balloons are joy, Era.”

“I’m working.” He stood up, brushing sugar dust from his hoodie. “You should try not working. Your jaw might un-clench.” “Oh, I don’t clench my jaw.” He pointed. “You're doing it right now.”

I hated him.

No, wait. I didn’t hate him. That was too strong.

He just… disturbed the peace I tried so hard to maintain.

One Week Before the Wedding

Planning a wedding is chaos. Planning your best friend’s wedding? Emotional chaos.

Wonwoo and Ela were the calm in the storm—quiet, stable, soulmates since university. I admired it. Even envied it, a little.

And me? I was the buffer. The organized storm. The one who could schedule florists in three languages and still have time to rehearse napkin-folding tutorials at midnight. Love? A luxury I didn’t believe in anymore. Not really.

Meanwhile, in the rehearsal space, the rest of Wonwoo’s friends treated it like a sleepaway camp.

Jun and Minghao were practicing lines for a silly best man speech, switching languages mid-sentence. Seungkwan was yelling at Seokmin for breaking the flower arch again. Chan was DJing the Spotify playlist from his phone with too much bass. Jihoon sat on the stairs with a notepad, muttering something about “fixing the acoustic horror.”

I sat on the edge of a chair with my laptop open, trying to ignore it all.

“Why don’t you like him?” Ela asked as we finalized the ceremony schedule. I didn’t look up. “Who?”

“Soonyoung.” “I just don’t,” I replied too quickly. She smirked. “Which means you do.”

“I swear to God, Ela.”

Four Days Before the Wedding

I caught him in the hallway, helping one of the little flower girls with her tiara. His voice was soft. Calmer. Patient, even. And I paused.

Just for a second.

> 거짓말처럼 첫눈에 알 수가 있었어 널

그래 내가 찾던

유일한 나의 사람 그게 바로 너 란걸

No.

Not that.

Not even close.

He looked up, caught me watching, and grinned. “She said I’m prettier than her tiara. You jealous?”

And just like that, the spell broke.

I rolled my eyes. “Only of your ego.” “Valid.”

Later that evening

I passed by the garden, where Seungcheol and Jeonghan were trying to string fairy lights—badly. Woozi supervised with a leveler. Mingyu was too tall and making it worse by holding the ladder at an angle.

Soonyoung, of course, wasn’t helping.

He was sitting on the table, sipping juice out of a fancy champagne glass and watching me with a smirk.

“Looking a little tense again, wedding planner.”

“Maybe because a certain someone keeps multiplying my tasks.” “Come on, Era.” He leaned in just enough. “Admit it. Without me, this would be boring.”

I didn’t answer.

Mostly because I wasn’t sure what the truth was anymore.

#seventeen scenarios #seventeen hoshi #hoshi x reader #kwon soonyoung #kwon hoshi #wonwoo #jeon wonwoo #seventeen #svt x reader #svt fluff

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beautification-tales · 1 year ago

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The Lesson

A prequel to “The Video”

April sat cross-legged on her bed, the flickering light from her computer casting eerie shadows across the walls. The serum she had perfected was in a small vial on her desk, its contents swirling lazily as if it were alive. Her heart raced with excitement and anticipation, her fingers trembling slightly as she reached out to touch the vial. This was it, the moment she had been working towards for months. The moment she would finally find out if her serum worked as she hoped it would.

She took a deep breath, steadying her nerves before unscrewing the cap of the vial. The sharp smell of chemicals filled her nose, making her eyes water slightly. Carefully, she drew a small amount of the serum into the syringe and brought the needle close to her skin. “Here we go” she whispered to herself, summoning all the courage she could muster. She plunged the needle into her arm, feeling the cool liquid seep into her veins.

For a moment, nothing happened. April sat there, breath held, waiting for something, anything to change. But the seconds ticked by, and her heart continued to beat at its steady rhythm. She glanced down at her arm, expecting to see some sort of transformation, but it looked exactly the same as before. She ran to the bathroom as she looked in the mirror. Her reflection stared back at her, unchanged. Her heart sank as she realized that the serum hadn't worked. She had failed.

“Argh you’re such a loser April. You never get anything right.” Her inner critic was relentless, and she couldn't help but feel a twinge of despair. But as she stood there, staring at herself in the mirror, she noticed something strange. The color of her eyes seemed different. Not lighter or darker, but...richer. Like they had always held that depth but had been obscured before. She stepped closer, studying her reflection intently.

“Yes! It’s working! I’m a genius. Dr. Brown is going to be so impressed.” April’s brown hair turned platinum as she imagined telling her favorite Professor of her success. He would smile and kiss her before pushing her against a wall and fuck her.

April frowned at the idea and shook her head trying to remove the image from her mind. The more she tried to think of something else the more vivid the images became. April’s body responded to the thoughts as she bit her lip. “W..wait no this is wrong. Ungh get out of my head!”

The images stopped for a moment as a voice whispered in her head. “But it’s what you want and now you can have it.” April could feel herself get wet as her nipples hardened poking through her shirt. “No, stop it. I just wanted his respect… and his cock.” April covered her mouth in shock at how sultry the last statement sounded. It was not her voice. The voice in her head grew louder. “Stop fighting this there’s nothing holding you back. You don’t have to be that pathetic nerd. You can be more! You can feel more” April’s hand moved like it had a life of its own rubbing her jeans as her hips gyrated.

“Mmm what am I? What am I doing? Feels so good” April’s eyes fluttered as she lost control feeling woozy. April’s vision corrected as she no longer needed her glasses as her vision became blurry behind the thick lenses. April in a trance opened her jeans as she plunged her fingers deeply inside her. She felt hot as she gasped and heard the voice again. “Dr. Brown is going to love the new you. He won’t be able to resist.” April’s fingers picked up speed as her flat butt ballooned in her jeans. Her flesh dug into the denim as her thighs got thicker and her hips widened.

April’s moans became throaty and sexier as her face shifted. Cheekbones rose, her nose softened, and her lips plumped. April arched her back as the changes began to reach their end. “I’m gonna, I’m gonna…” April’s breast grew bigger as they began to make her t shirt rip down the middle. The sound of ripping and moans echoed in her apartment as her niples hardened into two perfect pebbles. “I’m gonna Hhhhahh!” She grunted as the orgasm rocked throughout her body. She felt energized as she got up and looked at herself in the mirror. “I’m gonna fuck my professor mmmm fuck! It feels so good to say it out loud.”

April walked over to her desk and grabbed the note she had written to Dr. Brown. She crumpled it up and tossed it in the trash can. She smiled seductively as she put on her new outfit. A black bra and panties set that perfectly accentuated her new curves. She ran her hands over her body, feeling the smooth skin and the weight of her breasts in her hands. She finished getting dressed in the least modest outfit she owned.

With a confident swagger, April left her apartment and made her way to the university. She couldn't help but feel a sense of power and desire coursing through her veins. Every step she took was a reminder of the changes she had undergone. Her hips swayed subtly, her breasts bounced with each step, and her new scent filled the air around her.

When she arrived at Dr. Brown's office, she couldn't help but feel a little nervous, but also incredibly aroused. She took a deep breath and knocked on the door, her heart racing in anticipation. The door opened, revealing Dr. Brown's familiar face, but she barely registered it as her gaze was drawn to his own obvious arousal. Dustin had seen beautiful students before but the way the pencil skirt and blouse hugged her skin. It was almost as the clothes were too small but still looked so good.

“Ahem yes! May I help you… Miss?” Dustin Brown said, his voice slightly shaky. He cleared his throat and tried to maintain his composure as he took in the sight of the stunning woman standing before him. Her eyes were locked on him, her expression a mix of confidence and desire that was both unsettling and intoxicating.

April smiled seductively, walking into the office. She closed the door behind her, effectively shutting out the rest of the world. "Dr. Brown, I wanted to speak with you about my latest paper." Her voice was soft and sultry, barely above a whisper. It sent shivers down his spine. "But I think there's something else we should discuss first." She stepped closer, her hips swaying as she moved.

Dustin Brown felt himself growing harder as she approached. He couldn't take his eyes off her. "Miss... I'm sorry, but I don’t recall seeing you in any of my classes." He tried to sound firm, but his voice betrayed him. It came out as a whisper, barely audible.

April laughed softly, shaking her head. "No, I'm not one of your students, Dr. Brown. I'm Pepper. I am a biologist with my research focusing on one thing." She moved even closer, until she was just inches away from him. Dustin could feel the heat emanating from her body, could smell the sweet scent of her perfume. His control was slipping fast.

"What... what is your focus ?" He managed to stammer. His heart was racing, his mind reeling from the sensual onslaught. He couldn't take his eyes off her.

Pepper smiled, running her hands up his chest, stopping just above his shoulders. "My focus, Dr. Brown, is on transformation. On changing. On becoming something new and exciting." Her fingers danced along his shoulders, sending shivers down his spine. "And I've been wanting to change you for quite some time now." She leaned in closer, her lips brushing against his ear. "I want to make you into something that's been aching to get out of you."

Dustin's breath hitched as he felt her body against his, her breasts pressing into his chest. His hands moved to her hips, pulling her even closer. "What do you mean?" he whispered, his voice thick with desire.

She smiled, her lips curving into a wicked grin. "Oh, Dr. Brown, you know exactly what I mean." She stepped back placing a hand on his crotch. "I've been watching you, you know. Seeing the way you look at your students, the way you fantasize about them." Her hand moved, unbuttoning his shirt slowly, revealing the defined muscles of his chest. "I want to give you what you've been wanting.. it’s time for you to be bad.”

As she spoke, her fingers moved with a practiced ease, undoing his shirt and pushing it off his shoulders. His skin gleamed in the soft light of the office, and she felt her mouth water. She leaned forward, her breasts brushing against his chest as she reached around, unfastening his slacks. "You're such a good boy, Dr. Brown. But I'm going to make you naughty." Her breath fanned across his neck, sending shivers down his spine.

With practiced efficiency, she stripped him bare, revealing his hardened length. She took him in her hand, stroking him gently, feeling the heat and strength of him in her palm. "You've been holding yourself back… it’s time to let it all go." Her words sent a thrill of excitement through him.

Dustin felt himself growing even harder as she continued to stroke him, her touch both gentle and possessive. He could feel the blood rushing to his groin, his breath coming faster and faster. "P-Pepper," he stammered, his voice barely audible.

She looked up at him, her eyes dark and smoldering. "That's right, Dustin. I’m your dreams come true. A bad girl who just wants your cock." She leaned forward, taking his aching length into her mouth. Her lips were soft and warm, and she began to bob her head, sucking him deeper. He cried out, his hips bucking forward as he lost control.

Her head went up and down vigorously as she sucked. Her tongue and lips wrapped around his member expertly as Dustin’s head tilted back. His hands found their way into her hair, gripping tightly. He could feel the heat from her mouth and the softness of her lips as they slid up and down his length. He arched his back, pressing deeper into her mouth. The sensation was overwhelming, and he knew he was close.

"That's it, Dustin. Let go. Let me take you there." She whispered, her breath hot against his skin. He could feel his control slipping further and further away as she continued to suck him, her lips and tongue working in perfect harmony. His hips bucked wildly, his body tensed, and he cried out her name as he came, spurting hot cum into her mouth.

She took him all the way, swallowing every last drop, before pulling back to look up at him. His chest heaved, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to catch his breath. "That's it, Dustin. You're such a good teacher, but I'm going to help you be bad. Really bad." She smiled, running her fingers along his still-hard length. "I think you're going to like it."

#beautification #transformation #breast expansion #f2f transformation #origin stories #ass expansion #slutification #beauty is power

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chimielie · 2 years ago

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wonderland

summary: didn’t they tell us ‘don’t rush into things?’ didn’t you flash your green eyes at me? haven’t you heard what becomes of curious minds? (or: what happens after graduation to a pair of teenagers in love)

word count: 1k

cw: irresponsible decision making (but i assure you there will be no consequences), The Teenage Need To Get The Fuck Out Of Your Hometown, mountains of fluff, my usual Thing iykyk, excessive 1989-related puns

hajime’s never considered himself an impulsive person.

sure, he’s: headstrong, audacious, hotheaded. but he almost always has oikawa spearheading his more reckless decisions with wild emotional situations, a shield that makes him look like a calm, responsible adult. oikawa could make almost anyone look sane.

hajime is pretty sure even oikawa would call him crazy right now, if oikawa weren’t in argentina. maybe, for all his turbulent nature, his friend really is some grounding force; since he’s been gone, hajime’s felt on the precipice of something… big. earth-shattering.

“i just can’t stand it,” you say, head lolled back onto his shoulder, spine curving into his chest. hajime is trying valiantly to ignore the soft weight of your ass on his lap, even though you’re mostly sitting between his applesauce-crossed legs. he can feel it, though, against his right thigh. he is failing miserably. “it feels like everyone’s moving and i’m… stuck.”

“stuck,” he echoes, and you roll your head so you’re looking right, out of his bedroom window at the familiar landscape of miyagi. the sun is close to setting, having burned through the daytime clouds and casting a brilliant glow over you. your lips look darker and fuller and more kissable in this light, he’d thought earlier, right before he’d kissed them bruised.

“more like a balloon,” you muse. “on a still day. just drifting up, and up, and up, and the birds are just flying by.”

he hums, deep in his chest, in agreement. something’s felt wrong ever since graduation. you and he had stayed, and it had been what you both wanted at first.

but not like this.

miyagi without oikawa, without makki, who was rooming with mattsun in the city while the latter earned his junior degree and the former chased youtube fame, wasn’t what he’d thought it would be at all.

“it’s gonna be all ours,” you’d promised him, graduation cap tilted jauntily and smile brighter than the pure white clouds drifting above. “you’re all i need, hajime.”

but miyagi without the people you’d grown up with was empty, a melody that only echoed memories. it was you and him—and the ghosts of your childhoods.

“you’re not happy here,” he says. not a question.

you twist to look at him, eyes open wide. “i’m happy with you. i didn’t mean—”

“i know,” he says, kissing your pursed, worried mouth. “but we’re not happy here. i feel it too. maybe i’m crazy, but i think we need—”

“change!” you’re sitting straighter in his lap now. “every day is the same. i’m starting to feel like i need to do something insane. i need enrichment in my enclosure.”

he puts his arms around you and you draw yourself tighter into him until you’re cheek to cheek.

“do you trust me?” he says. you snort.

“what is this, haji, aladdin?”

“yes,” he says, rolling his eyes. in this light, they’re a forest, green and deep and irresistibly inviting to you. “do you trust me, princess?”

you nod, and he feels it against him, your skin rasping together. “of course. take me to wonderland.”

“that’s corny, too,” hajime grumbles. “don’t criticize my romantic gestures then reference the wrong movie.”

“whatever,” you brush him off. “how much do we need to pack?”

that’s how the sun sets on your last night in miyagi.

hayakawa tomoka’s job at the ticket counter is so boring. she sits there all night—during the day, she studies fine art—, a magazine propped up in front of her, arching high brows at anyone who hadn’t had the forethought to buy tickets online.

she does so now at the young couple skidding to a stop in front of her, suitcases bulging even if there’s only one each, panting for breath and knocking shoulders as though even their bodies are on a gravitational course to each other. they can’t be more than twenty.

“when’s your next flight to california?” one asks, his straight hair sticking up like a hedgehog.

“…where in california?” hayakawa asks, pointing her mouth at them. “it’s a big state.”

“anywhere,” the other says. “we’ll find our way to where we need to be.”

hayakawa blinks slowly at them. these new romantics are too exhausting to deal with at this hour. she types, click-click-click, wrinkling her forehead at the blue glow of her computer.

you stare anxiously at her as she does, desperately hoping for anything in the next day.

hajime tugs you into him as you wait, and you relax, turning a closed-eye smile up at him while he looks down on you with a mirrored expression.

“too impulsive for you yet?” he says, mouth twisting wryly. you shake your head.

“there’s one to santa ana,” hayakawa says. “the south. in five hours.”

“perfect,” you say eagerly.

“thank you,” hajime says.

there are two seats free next to each other, serendipitously. ticket prices are exorbitant, but not bank-breaking—both of you had worked all of high school at the café next door, earning good tips and waiting for something worth spending it on.

“okay,” hayakawa says finally. “your flight’s set, mr. and mrs. iwaizumi. safe travels.”

“thank you,” you say effusively, “so much.”

“you too,” says hajime, and then turns very red.

hayakawa watches you go, a rare and soft smile gracing her features as your suitcases crash into each other even as both of you refuse to let go of the other’s hand to control their direction. the night shift is boring. something like this shakes things up.

after a race—more like a marathon—through customs, hajime finds himself shifting in a plastic seat, peering through the blackness of the night for a glimpse of airplanes landing. falling stars, sort of, magic to be wished on. you breathe evenly, deeply asleep with your head on his shoulder, his denim jacket wrapped around you, leaving him with just his hoodie and the new band of cheap jewelry around his fourth finger.

his mother would flip if she knew how rushed his wedding was. next time, he promises himself, he’ll do it again with you if you’ll keep having him and the ceremony will be beyond your wildest dreams.

it’s colder than he thought it would be in the airport. the earth is moving under his feet.

you’re all he needs; he’s gonna give you the world.

#tbh i usually write hajime w brown eyes even though theyre green in the show im pretty sure. but it had to be done 😏#haikyuu!! x reader #haikyuu x reader #hq x reader #hq!! x reader #iwaizumi my beloved my husband loml etc etc #iwaizumi x reader fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader fluff #iwaizumi hajime x reader #iwaizumi x reader #iwaizumi fluff #haikyuu fluff #haikyuu x reader fluff #haikyuu!! fluff #hq!! fluff #hq fluff #what if… i made this a snippet series. like their life as they figure it out as a couple married way too young navigating a new world #step one of the journey to irvine

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youngsadlesbian · 4 months ago

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THE ERAS TOUR

pairing: carina deluca x maya bishop x daughter!reader

summary: your moms gave you the best birthday gift ever.

a/n: long time without writing for those two so here it is my contribution for this month lol

word count: 1k

warnings: nothing, just fluff.

You didn’t think much about your birthday at first.

Life had been busy—school, soccer practice, family movie nights. But as the days slipped by and the calendar crept closer to your special day, the topic of gifts started coming up more and more.

“You need to tell us what you want,” Carina’s voice floats through the kitchen one evening as she stirs a pot of pasta. Maya sits across from her, half-watching a soccer game on her phone.

“I don’t know yet,” you admit, popping a grape into your mouth and leaning against the counter. “I can’t think of anything.”

Maya glances at you with a smirk. “You say that every year until the week before. Then suddenly, you want a puppy or something impossible to find in Seattle.”

You roll your eyes, grinning. “I do not.”

Carina hums knowingly. “Oh, you do.”

\*/

It isn’t until a few days later that everything changes.

You’re lying on your bed, half-listening to music while scrolling through your phone. Then, like fate, a notification pops up.

Taylor Swift announces The Eras Tour.

Your heart stops.

You shoot up instantly, eyes scanning the announcement in disbelief. It’s real. The tour is happening—and Seattle is on the list.

Suddenly, you know exactly what you want.

You wait until dinner.

Maya and Carina sit across from you at the table, the usual warmth of home settling around you like a cozy blanket. The smell of lasagna lingers in the air, and soft music plays faintly from the living room.

“Okay, I know what I want for my birthday,” you announce, setting your fork down with dramatic flair.

Maya arches a brow. “Already?”

Carina exchanges a glance with her. “Let’s hear it.”

You take a breath. “I want to go to The Eras Tour.”

Silence.

Maya blinks. “The Taylor Swift concert?”

“Yes.”

Carina’s lips twitch into a small smile, but Maya leans back, crossing her arms.

“I heard those tickets are crazy expensive,” Maya says, and Carina nods in agreement.

“I know, but—”

“And getting them isn’t easy. People fight over those things like it’s Black Friday at the mall.”

You stare at them, heart sinking. “So… does that mean no?”

Carina reaches across the table to squeeze your hand, her eyes softening. “We’ll see what we can do. But don’t get your hopes up too high, amore. It’s not easy to get tickets.”

You try to hide the disappointment in your face. “Okay.”

Maya smiles sympathetically. “Hey, it’s not a no. Just… leave it with us.”

You nod, but deep down, you’re not convinced.

\*/

Your birthday rolls around faster than you expect.

When you wake up that morning, sunlight streams through your curtains, and the faint sound of Carina humming in the kitchen makes you smile.

The house is decorated with balloons and streamers, and a small pile of gifts sits waiting on the table.

Maya grins as she hands you a box. “Happy birthday, kid.”

“Grazie,” you say, opening one gift after another. Clothes, books, sneakers—all things you’d casually mentioned but nothing resembling concert tickets.

It isn’t until Carina hands you a small envelope that your heart begins to race.

“What’s this?” you ask, eyeing it suspiciously.

Carina shrugs. “Open it.”

You slide your finger under the seal and pull out two slim tickets printed with shimmering letters.

Taylor Swift. The Eras Tour.

You gasp, staring at them in disbelief.

“Wait… these are real?”

Maya laughs. “We told you not to get your hopes up. But we never said no.”

Tears prick at your eyes as you jump to your feet, wrapping them both in a tight hug. “You guys are the best.”

“Of course we are,” Maya teases. “But we’re not going alone.”

Carina smirks. “We invited Amelia, Meredith, Andy, and Zola. It’s going to be a girls’ night out.”

You can’t stop smiling.

\*/

The stadium buzzes with excitement. Fans in glittering outfits line the streets, holding signs and singing at the top of their lungs.

Amelia and Meredith lead the way, Zola walking beside you in matching friendship bracelets you made for the night.

Carina and Maya trail close behind, Maya already grumbling about the noise level.

“I swear, if someone spills something on me…” Maya mutters as you all find your seats.

“You’ll survive,” Carina teases, linking her arm with Maya’s.

When the lights dim and the opening notes of Lover echo through the stadium, the crowd erupts into cheers.

You scream along with them, gripping Zola’s hand as Taylor Swift appears on stage in a dazzling pink outfit.

“She’s incredible,” Zola whispers.

“I know,” you breathe, overwhelmed by the energy around you.

At one point during the concert, you feel someone tap your shoulder. A girl around your age smiles at you.

“Hey, I love your outfit,” she says, gesturing to your Taylor-themed sweater. “It’s really cute.”

“Thanks!” you beam.

She leans in slightly, her voice barely audible over the music. “You have really pretty eyes, by the way.”

Before you can respond, Maya—who’s been standing right next to you—narrows her eyes.

“Alright,” Maya says loudly, slinging an arm around your shoulders. “That’s enough socializing.”

Carina laughs beside her. “Maya…”

The girl raises her hands in surrender, giggling as she backs away.

“What was that?” you tease.

“I’m just keeping an eye out,” Maya grumbles.

Carina kisses her cheek, clearly amused. “Relax, she was just being friendly.”

Maya mutters something under her breath, eyes never leaving the girl until she disappears into the crowd.

By the end of the concert, your voice is hoarse from singing, and your feet ache from dancing.

As you all walk back to the car, Amelia grins. “I haven’t had that much fun in ages.”

Meredith glances at Zola. “And you?”

Zola nods, holding tightly to the souvenir t-shirt you bought her. “Best night ever.”

Maya, still slightly grumpy, leans down to whisper in your ear. “Next time, I’m sitting between you and the flirty strangers.”

You laugh, hugging her tightly.

“Deal.”

#carina deluca x maya bishop x reader #carina deluca x reader #maya bishop x reader #station 19

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bellaireland1981 · 2 years ago

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Starting Over | 11

Summary: You come home to work to find your husband of three years in bed with your supposed best friend. It’s the wake up call you finally needed to take your two year old daughter and get the hell out of Texas. With nowhere to go you head to your big brother in San Diego. The Dagger squad takes you under their wings, and shows you what having a family means. You get a fresh start… will you find your happily ever after?

Characters: Jake “hangman” Seresin x Sister! Reader, Bradley “Rooster” Bradshaw x Seresin! Reader (Eventually), Hangman x Phoenix , Adorable OC Gracie! The Dagger squad

Word Count: 7201

Warnings: Angst, fighting, cheating husband, emotional abuse, eventual fluff, SMUT, Sweet uncle Jake, Adorable Rooster with a toddler… if I miss any please let me know. MINORS DNI

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Friday night the squad all descended upon Penny and Mav’s house for dinner and to start to decorate for Gracie’s party. The bounce castle was delivered and of course the overgrown children needed to test it out. Thankfully it didn't result in any injuries. You knew a few of the kids from Gracie’s daycare would be at that party, apart from that it would mostly just be adults at the party. You knew Gracie didn’t care as long as she had her people there.

Nat, Penny and you were busy inflating balloons to create the balloon arch that Nat had insisted on from the party store, while Bradley and Jake kept Gracie busy in the bounce house out back.

“Nat, remind me not to listen to you when it comes to decoration ideas again.” You complained after tying off what felt like the millionth tiny balloon. “My fingers are going to be numb for the rest of my life.”

“But it’s so PRETTY!” She insisted, “It’ll be worth it! You’ll see!”

“Maybe next time we just order the damn arch and have someone ELSE build it?” Penny suggested.

What felt like hours later, but was really only about 45 minutes, all of the balloons were inflated and just needed to be assembled into the arch. Once it was all put together, you called the guys in to hang it up.

Once finished, it looked like the entrance to a castle, and you had to admit, it looked amazing.

“Ok, I admit it…. It’s badass.” You said, “Good call, Nat.”

“SEE?” She exclaimed, “I TOLD YOU!”

“You doubted my girl, Tulip?” Jake asked, coming over to stand with you all as you admired the arch.

“Not doubted so much as hated having to inflate and tie the millions of balloons required to create this arch.” You defended.

“It’s beautiful, Sweets.” Jake said, wrapping his arm around Phoenix, “It’s just what our Princess G needs.”

“Thanks, Babe.” She smiled, leaning back to kiss him, “Anything for that girl. But Y/N is right, those balloons were a pain in the ass.”

“Mommy! Papa Mav gave me WINGS!” Gracie said running into the house, “Now I fwy wif Daddy and Unco Jakey!”

“Uh oh.” You said, smiling, “I’m not sure the Navy is ready for that just yet Gracie Girl.”

“You wanna fly with us, Princess?” Bradley asked, scooping her up into his arms. “Daddy and Uncle Jakey can take you flying anytime you want to.”

“YES PWEASE!” She exclaimed, “Mommy! I go fwy wif my daddy and Unco Jakey now!”

“I don’t know if they can take you right this very minute, Sweet girl, but I’m sure they’ll have you in a plane as soon as they possibly can.” You laughed, “And I have no doubt that Papa Mav will help them make that happen.”

“Absolutely!” Mav said, beaming proudly. “We can get her in the skies this weekend!”

“All I ask is that we wait until she’s at least in kindergarten before anyone takes my baby supersonic.” You requested, rolling your eyes. You had zero doubts that if it were at all possible one of them would figure out a way to sneak her into one of the Super Hornets.

“That seems like a reasonable request.” Penny laughed, “And sadly, one that you had to actually spell out with these three.”

“That’s what I figured.” You said, laughing. “Covering all the bases here.”

“I’ll supervise.” Phoenix offered.

“Something tells me you’d be just as bad as them in that situation.” You laughed.

“Maybe.” She shrugged, winking.

“We’ll save the Super Hornets and crazy pilot stuff until she’s at least in Kindergarten.” Bradley promised, “For now, we can take her up in something a little safer. I have no doubt she’ll take to the skies though.”

“That’s what I’m afraid of.” You sighed, “I won’t be able to keep any of your feet planted on solid ground afterwards.”

“Don’t worry, Sweetheart,” Bradley said, kissing your forehead, “We’ll always fly right back to you.”

“You better.” You replied, tipping your head back to smile at him, claiming a kiss in the process.

“Alright, decorations are officially complete.” Penny said, “Let’s eat some dinner. A certain little Princess needs extra sleep to be ready for her big day tomorrow!”

Mav and Penny had ordered lots of pizza for the squad that night so that nobody was cooking on top of having to decorate and set up for the party.

Once everyone had plates piled with pizza and drinks of choice they made their way to the back yard, settling into the chairs already set up for the party.

“Daddy, I sit wif you.” Gracie said, climbing into Bradley’s lap.

“Absolutely you can sit with me, my sweet Princess.” He replied, beaming at her.

“I’ve officially been replaced.” Jake pouted, sitting down next to them and placing his plate on the table. “I’m washed up fish guts in yesterday’s newspaper.”

“Wow.” You laughed, rolling your eyes. “Dramatic much?”

“Stop pouting, Hangy.” Bradley teased, “Gracie, you still love Uncle Jakey, right?”

“Yup!” She agreed with a mouth full of pizza, “I wuv you Unco Jakey!”

“See? You big baby, she still loves you.” Phoenix said, sitting next to Jake, “Not let Rooster enjoy the fact that he now has a Daddy’s girl and stop being a brat.” She leaned in to kiss Jake’s cheek, before winking at Bradley and digging into her own pizza.

“I love you too, Princess G.” Jake said, smiling at his niece, then looked at Phoenix, “Are you staying at the house tonight?”

“Most of my stuff is already packed in boxes so I planned on just spending most nights there now.” She replied.

“Good.” Jake said, leaning over to drop a kiss on her temple, “I like it better when you’re there.”

“Me too.” She said, smiling softly at him. “We have to leave early tomorrow to have time to stop to get the last part of Gracie’s present.”

“You both spoil her too much!” You groaned

“No such thing.” Jake said, “It’s not possible to spoil our Princess G.”

“You’re impossible.” You laughed, knowing you would never win this argument.

“Daddy, how many more sleeps til Mommy and me live wif you?” Gracie asked Bradley.

“One more week, Baby Girl.” He replied, “This time next week, we will be moving you and Mommy into our house. That’s 7 sleeps.”

“Too many sleeps.” She pouted, giving him her best sad puppy eyes. “This many sleeps?” She held up 3 fingers.

“Already a negotiator.” Mav laughed, “You all are in trouble.”

“And the puppy eyes…” Coyote added, “Who can resist those? I’d be giving that baby anything she wants!”

“Gracie, we have to wait until next weekend because it’s a lot of work and hard to move.” You tried to reason with her, “We have to wait for another weekend when Mommy and Daddy don’t work. We wanted this weekend to be just for your birthday.”

“But I wanna live wif Daddy.” She said, laying her head on Bradley’s shoulder.

“Between all of us, we could get you moved over there in no time” Coyote offered, “It’s not like it’s an entire house of stuff, and you’ve fed us so often it would be the least we could do. That way our cutie pie Princess gets to live with her Daddy way sooner than 7 sleeps. No weekend needed.”

“That’s a good plan. I’m free whenever you need help.” Bob said.

“I can watch Gracie here to make it easier too if that helps.” Amelia offered.

“What do you say, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, smiling at you, “Feel like moving in sooner?”

“If everyone is absolutely sure they want to help, I’ll happily accept.” You smiled.

“Ok, Baby Girl” Bradley said, “Tomorrow, we’ll have your party, then on Sunday we will pack and if everyone is available Monday after work… we will move you and Mommy in with me. So that’s 3 sleeps!”

“YAY!” She exclaimed, “I wuv you, Daddy!”

“I love you too.” He replied, smiling, “Jump down and give hugs to all your uncles and aunt too. They’re the ones that are making this happen!”

Gracie jumped down and made her way around to everyone giving them hugs and kisses.

“While we’ve got all the muscle, can we knock out two moves?” You asked, “We’ll order dinner for everyone that night and next Friday night we’ll have everyone over and I’ll cook. Just figured we could orchestrate a two for one deal…get Nat moved in while we move out?”

“I can wait until the weekend, it’s ok!” Phoenix insisted, not wanting to make more work for people.

“It’s absolutely no problem!” Bob said, “We can split the squad…divide and conquer!”

“No sweat, it’ll be easy.” Coyote said, smiling, “We’ve got you!”

“Guys, it’s really ok…” Phoenix said.

“Nope, it’s a done deal.” Fanboy said, “We’re moving Y/N and Gracie to Rooster’s and Phoenix to Hangman’s. Next topic… Gracie, I hear there’s a Disneyland trip in the future… I think that needs to happen soon, don’t you?”

“YES!” She agreed, “You come too?”

“Of course, I’ll come!” He said, “I think we should get everyone to come, just like when we went to the zoo, that would be fun! Maybe this time we can get Papa Mav and Penny to come?”

“Now, wait…” Mav started to stay.

“PAPA MAV!” Gracie exclaimed, running over to him, “You go to Disney wif me and Mommy and Daddy and Unco Jakey and Aunty Nix and EVERYBODY?”

“Now, how can you say ‘no’ to that?” Penny asked, laughing, “He would love to go with you, Sweet Girl.”

“I guess you’re going to Disneyland, Mav.” Bradley laughed.

“Dagger trip to Disneyland!” Jake said, “I’m just glad we’ll have a lot more supervision than just the two of us now. More hands on deck is always better.”

“More supervision is always the answer when you two are involved.” Phoenix agreed.

“I can’t even argue with that.” Jake shrugged, flashing her a smile.

“Nope. That’s accurate.” Bradley agreed.

“I’d say the whole squad needs adult supervision, but honestly, they put Pete in charge of them…”, Penny laughed, “So, not really sure what the Navy was thinking there.”

“Mav’s in charge of us, but Simpson is tasked with supervising him.” Phoenix reasoned, “I think they assume that it’ll balance out.”

“I think they knew exactly what they were doing when they put all of you together.” You said, “You all fit perfectly. Everyone has their own strengths and weaknesses but they all compliment each other…if that makes sense. I wasn’t here in the beginning and from what I’ve heard it may not have been as well oiled as it is now, but I’d bet even then, even if it wasn’t as smooth you all worked well together.”

“You’re absolutely correct, Y/N.” Mav said, “Even at their worst, when they couldn’t see past their own noses, they complimented one another in their skills. The higher ups definitely knew what they were doing assembling this group, and were smart enough to keep them together.”

“Aww, Mav.” Jake said, “You really DO love us!”

“Of course he does, he’s adopted us all, hasn’t he?” Payback teased, “He now has 6 kids.”

“I don’t recall signing any papers or taking responsibility for any of you.” Mav laughed, “Well, except for Bradley… I signed up for that one.”

“Sorry guys, guess I’m the only one that’s been adopted.” Bradley laughed. You were glad he’d been able to rebuild his relationship with his godfather. You knew the history and that it was still a work in progress, but that they were working hard towards the bond they’d once had.

“Since Rooster is with my sister that makes him my family so that means you have to adopt me now by default.” Jake reasoned to Mav.

“You know, his logic does sort of make sense.” Bradley agreed, looking at Mav.

“If Rooster and Hangman agree on something it MUST be true.” Bob added.

“If Bob backs it, then it’s 100% fact.” Phoenix said.

“Looks like you’ve got yourself at least 2 adoptees, might as well make it 6.” Penny laughed.

“Since you are I are together now, Honey, that makes them yours too.” Mav smirked.

“Penny’s been mothering us since we got to North Island, Mav.” Fanboy said, “She adopted us willingly.”

“Can’t help it, you all were a hopeless lot. You needed mothering.” Penny replied, winking at him.

“So it’s official, we’ve been adopted.” Jake said, “Next order of business, when’s our Disney trip?”

“Barring any surprise missions or pop up training exercises we can probably schedule it for next weekend since we won’t be needing it to move anyone now. We can book a few hotel rooms or look at renting out a house for the weekend.”

“What do you think, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, looking at you, “Family trip to Disney next weekend?”

“If everyone is free, I know a certain Princess would love to spend the weekend at Disneyland.” You agreed.

“We’re in.” Jake said, looking at Phoenix to confirm, she smiled nodding back at him.

“I’m definitely in!” Fanboy said, “Not missing this for the world.”

“I’m free and it sounds fun.” Bob said.

“I’m game. I might see if my sister wants to meet us there with her kids too.” Payback said.

“That would be perfect.” You replied, “More kids for Gracie to interact with.”

“Then it’s set, Dagger family trip to Disney next weekend.” Penny said, “I’ll get Kenny to cover the bar and call in some of my extra standbys.”

“Here that, Princess G?” Jake said, lifting Gracie into his lap, “We’re going to Disneyland next weekend!”

“DISNEY?” She exclaimed, “YES!”

“Our favorite Princess needs to meet the rest of the Princesses.” Phoenix said, “You’ll still be our favorite though.”

“Absolutely” Bradley agreed, “None of those Princesses are better than our sweet Princess.”

“Alright, time to get this princess home to bed so she’s rested for her big party tomorrow.” You said, “We’ll plan on being here early to help get all the food and everything set up, Penny.”

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetie.” She assured you, “We’ve got it handled. Just enjoy the morning with your little girl. No rushing around.”

“Thank you again for letting us crash your backyard.” You said.

“We were more than happy to have the party here.” Penny said, “No thanks needed.”

After saying goodnight and giving hugs, you and Bradley made your way to the Bronco, getting Gracie secured in her car seat. By the time you arrived home, she was already asleep, having worn herself out bouncing in the bounce castle. Bradley carried her into her room and tucked her into bed after carefully pulling her shoes off. You decided letting her sleep in her clothes one night wouldn’t hurt anything.

Jake and Phoenix arrived home shortly after. You and Bradley were wrapping some of Gracie’s presents when they came in.

“And we’re the ones that spoil her?” Jake asked, taking in the array of presents being wrapped.

“Ok so, we may have gone overboard.” You acknowledged, “But in my defense, this is her first real birthday party… the first year we’ve got people making a big fuss over her.”

“I understand.” Jake said, coming over and pulling you into a hug, “And it’s not like we ever had steller birthdays, so I get you wanting to make them amazing for Gracie.”

“I do.” You replied, “I want her to have everything we didn’t.”

“Just promise me you’ll remember that tomorrow…” Jake said, pulling away and flashing you his dimpled grin. “I’m just making sure she has the kinda birthdays we never had.”

“Jacob Seresin, what did you do?” You asked, knowing now he was definitely up to something.

“It’s a surprise.” He said, “But Gracie is going to LOVE it and that is all that matters.”

“Nat… you had ONE job.” You groaned, shaking your head, “You were supposed to keep him reigned in…”

“Yeah… about that.” She laughed, “Problem is… there was nobody to reign ME in?”

“I need to remember to send Admiral Simpson the biggest package of cookies and treats with an “I’m sorry” and “Thank you” card for dealing with all of you.” You said, shaking your head, “Seriously, the man has earned a bonus…or an early retirement… surely some fancy medal…”

“I love you, Tulip.” Jake said, cheekily, “You know you love me too. I’m your favorite big brother!”

“I do love you, you idiot.” You laughed, “You’re my ONLY big brother.”

“I just want to point out that I had nothing to do with this surprise.” Bradley said, smirking, “So, I’m not in the doghouse over this one. Sorry, Jake. Other surprises, I will fully admit to having a hand in.”

“What other surprises?” You asked, suddenly nervous.

“Look at the time, it’s getting really late.” Bradley said, changing the subject, “We should really get to bed. We promised Gracie chocolate chip pancakes for her birthday breakfast, she’ll be up early for those.”

“Definitely, it's gonna be an early start tomorrow.” Jake agreed, “We’ll be here for her birthday breakfast, but then have to go take care of the rest of her present, so we’ll meet you at Penny and Mav’s after to help with the rest of the setup.”

“OK, I’m just going to roll with it.” You decided, sighing. “I trust that whatever this surprise is will be something she’ll love and will be absolutely Uncle Jake coded, meaning chaotic.”

“There’s the spirit!” Phoenix laughed, “You’re not wrong either.”

“Alright then, I’ll see you both in the morning.” You laughed, “I love you both. Goodnight.”

“Love you too.” Jake smiled, kissing your head and hugging you. “Goodnight.”

***

The next morning Gracie was up with the sun, excited for her birthday. Before you even had a chance to wake up or think about starting her pancakes, she was bursting into your room and climbing on your bed with you and Bradley.

“Mommy! Daddy!” She exclaimed, “It’s my BIRFDAY!” I’m FREE!!”

“Are you sure?” Bradley groaned, pulling her down in between the two of you, “I dunno if the sun is even awake yet, Princess.”

“It is, Daddy!” She promised, “WAKE UP!”

“Happy Birthday, my sweet Gracie Girl.” You said, opening your eyes and pulling her to you into a hug. “I love you baby girl.”

“I wuv you too Mommy!” She said, snuggling into the hug for a moment before flipping around to Bradley.

“Daddy!” She yelled, making sure he was indeed awake.

“I’m awake, Princess.” He laughed, “Happy Birthday, Baby Girl. Come give me BIG BIG hugs.”

She launched herself across into his arms, immediately snuggling into his embrace.

“I love you, Gracie.” He told her, “I’m so lucky I get to be your Daddy and spend your birthdays with you now.”

“I wuv you too, Daddy.” She replied, “You’re my best Daddy!”

“You’re my best Princess!” He replied, kissing her head and launching a tickle attack.

A while later and after some caffeine, you’re plating chocolate chip pancakes for the birthday girl, as Bradley is getting milk poured into her sippy cup.

“Happy BIRTHDAY Princess G!” Jake exclaimed, coming into the kitchen and swooping her up from her chair to hug her. “I love you!”

“I wuv you too, Unco Jakey!” She said, hugging him back. “You eat pancakes wif me?”

“Absolutely!” He replied, “They’re my favorite.”

“I get to hug the birthday princess first!” Phoenix said, taking her from Jake. “Happy Birthday, Gracie Girl!”

“I wuv you Aunty Nix!” Gracie said, hugging her tightly.

“I love you too!” She replied, “I can’t wait to celebrate with you today!”

“You jump wif me in the bouncy castle?” Gracie asked her

“Of course I will!” She promised, “Uncle Jakey and I will happily jump with you!”

“Have a seat, I made enough to feed half of the Pacific Fleet” You said, setting a platter of pancakes on the table.

Once everyone was full and breakfast was cleared, Jake and Phoenix headed out on their secret mission for Gracie’s surprise and you and Bradley started to get Gracie ready for the party.

“I’m going to jump in the shower quick, can you get her dressed in a play outfit?” You asked, “We’ll take her Princess dress for her to change into at the party.”

“Sure can.” Bradley said, “Come on, Princess, let’s go get you ready while Mommy showers.”

After a quick shower, pulling your hair up to keep it dry, you pull on a pair of shorts and the tshirt you’d ordered for the party that said “Mommy of the Birthday Princess”. You’d ordered one for Bradley that said “Daddy of the Birthday Princess” to wear as well. You took your hair down and ran a brush through before deciding to pull it into a loose braid to keep most of it off your face.

“Alright, we’ve one birthday Princess dressed, but we both decided it would be in everyone’s best interests to let Mommy tackle the hair.” Bradley said, coming into your room carrying Gracie piggy back style.

“I think I’m up to the challenge.” You said, smiling at the pair, “I set your t-shirt out for you.. It’s not a Hawaiian shirt, but figured you’d make an exception just this once.”

“I don’t ONLY wear Hawaiian shirts.” He pointed out, chuckling. He carefully let Gracie slide off his back onto your bed, then turned to look at the shirt, his face lighting up as he read it. “I absolutely love it, Sweetheart.”

“Good.” You said, kissing him, “Go get ready, I’ll do Gracie’s hair, then we can head over to help Mav and Penny.”

“I love you.” He said, stealing another kiss before picking up his t-shirt. “Thank you for letting me be her Daddy.”

“I love you too,” You replied, “Thank you for loving her and for wanting to BE her Daddy.”

*****

When you arrived at Penny and Mav’s they were already hard at working getting food prepared and set up on platters.

“There’s the birthday Princess!” Penny said when Amelia led the three of you to the kitchen. “Happy Birthday! Are you excited for your party?”

“Yes!” Gracie exclaimed, squirming to be let down from Bradley’s arms. He obliged, setting her down so she could run to Penny and give her hugs.

“Where’s my hugs, Little Chick?” Mav asked, crouching down and opening his arms up. Gracie immediately launched herself into his arms.

“Little Chick, huh?” You asked, smiling at the pair.

“Figured it was appropriate.” Mav winked, “We used to call Bradley Baby Goose… so Little Chick seemed to fit this cutie.”

“Baby Goose?” You gushed, looking at Bradley, who sighed and chuckled, shaking his head at his godfather. “That is the most adorable thing EVER!”

“Thanks, Mav.” Bradley groaned

“Speaking of adorable,” Penny said, “I love your shirts!”

“Thanks!” You said, smiling, “I found them online and couldn’t resist.”

“Do you think we can get shirts made for the Disney trip next weekend?” Bradley asked, “Or is it too late?”

“I think we can probably make it happen.” You replied, smiling at him. “Maybe we can get them made for the whole squad?”

“I can guarantee you that every one of them would wear one.” Mav said. “Myself included.”

“Count me in.” Penny agreed.

“Me too!” Amelia said, “Gracie, do you want to go play for a little bit while the adults set everything up?”

“Yes pwease!” Gracie said, “Mommy, Daddy, I go pway?”

“Go ahead, Baby Girl.” Bradley said, “Just make sure you listen to Amelia, OK?”

“OK!” She replied, running off with Amelia.

“I wish I had that child’s abundance of energy.” Mav laughed

“Or her resilience.” You said, thinking about everything she’d been through already in her three years of life and despite it all she was still the most loving, free spirited, and trusting child you’d ever met.

“I dunno, Sweetheart,” Bradley said, “I think she learned resilience from her Momma. She’s a strong little little girl because she’s had you to learn from… and she loves with her whole heart, just like her Mommy.”

“He’s right, Y/N.” Penny agreed. “Her resilience and strength is a direct reflection of you. You’ve done an amazing job, Sweetie… no matter what, never doubt that.”

“Y’all are gonna make me cry before this party!” You said, tears threatening to spill over. Bradley pulled you into his arms, tucking your head into the space between his neck and shoulder. You breathed him in, recentering yourself and pushing back the emotions. Once you were calmed again, you lifted your head enough to kiss his cheek, “Ok, let’s get our daughter’s birthday party ready for her.”

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled, kissing your forehead before releasing you.

A few hours later Amelia found you all sitting outside having gotten all of the food prepped. All that was left was for the meat to go on the grill when it was time for the party.

“Gracie fell asleep while we were watching Beauty and the Beast.” She said, sitting down next to Bradley. The two had really bonded recently. You could tell Amelia looked up to him, and saw him almost as a big brother figure. “She’s on the couch and I put pillows on the floor next to her in case she rolls off.”

“Thanks, Ames.” Bradley said, smiling affectionately at her. “She loves spending time with you, you’re really good with her.”

“She’s adorable.” Amelia replied, “I’m guessing a little sibling isn’t in the cards for me, so it’s fun to get to play with Gracie and have her around.”

“Definitely a no on the siblings, Sweetheart.” Penny confirmed, “That ship has sailed.”

“How would you feel about having a niece?” you asked, “Being an aunt could be just as fun as being a big sister.”

“Really?” She asked, her eyes lighting up and a smile spreading across her face.

“I think you’d make a fantastic aunt.” You confirmed, then nodded at Bradley, “And since this one is in the only sibling club too, I think he needs to be adopted. Feel like taking on a big brother?”

“It does seem kinda cool to have a big brother.” She acknowledged, “I guess I can adopt this one. He’s kinda cool?”

“Just KINDA cool?” Bradley gasped, “Gracie thinks I’m SUPER cool.”

“I wouldn’t go THAT far…” Amelia laughed, “But… I think you’d be a really awesome big brother.”

“It just so happens,” Bradley said standing up and pulling her with him into a hug, “I think you’d be a really awesome little sister.” Amelia wrapped her arms around him, hugging him back. And just like that, the tears that had threatened to spill earlier were back.

“What did we miss?” Jake asked, coming around the corner of the house with Phoenix by his side.

“Bradley just got himself adopted by Amelia as a big brother.” Penny said, wiping her own tears from her eyes. Glancing up you see Mav’s eyes suspiciously wet and red as he watches the two hug.

“What took you so…” You trailed off, your eyes falling on the pony that was being led to the backyard behind Jake and Phoenix. “JACOB! WE SAID NO PONIES!”

“Ok, but in my defense, I never actually AGREED to that.” He said, flashing a bright smile, his dimple popping, “And Mav signed off on it. Besides, It’s a UNICORN, Tulip, not a pony.”

Looking back you noticed that there was indeed a unicorn horn attached to the pony’s head, making said pony a unicorn.

“So, you can’t get mad, because we absolutely followed the no pony rule.” Phoenix pointed out.

“You all need full time adult supervision.” You laughed, looking at Bradley, “Were you in on this?”

“Absolutely not.” He promised, “I’m innocent…although, I kinda wish I’d thought of it. Gracie is going to LOVE it.”

“I surrender.” You laughed, “I’m clearly outnumbered.”

“There’s the spirit!” Jake cheered. “Mav, where should we have them set up the pen and Unicorn?”

“We can make space next to the castle bounce house.” He replied, getting up and heading over to the bounce house with Jake and another handler leading the pony/unicorn.

***

By the time the squad started to arrive, Gracie was awake from her nap, changed into Princess dress and already in the bounce house with Jake and Phoenix.

“Where’s our birthday Princess?” Coyote asked, leading the group to the backyard.

“Last I checked she was giving Jake and Nat a run for their money in the bounce house.” You replied, “They would probably welcome someone to tag out with them.”

“Mission accepted!” He said, “Fanboy, let’s go bounce!”

“Can the bounce castle handle that?” Amelia asked, looking at the castle doubtfully. “That’s a lot of crazy in one confined space.”

Bradley and Payback almost fell on the ground laughing. Bob and Mav just agreed with Amelia. You and Penny shook your heads laughing, and decided to go grab drinks for everyone.

Several of Gracie’s friends from daycare and their families arrived a little later. Mav started the grill up, getting the food going to feed the masses. Kids were running around between pony “unicorn” rides and bouncing in the castle, while the adults supervised, played yard games, or sat together and talked.

“Looks like the perfect party for a princess.” Lauren said, walking towards where you and Bradley were currently standing watching Gracie ride the pony. “And it appears the live animals did in fact win out.”

“Lauren!” I’m so glad you could make it!” You beamed, “The unicorn pony is all Jake. He requires adult supervision at all times, I’ve learned.”

“There are worse things.” She laughed, “I wouldn’t miss this for the world. I love getting to see the happy beginnings…and I know this is the start to a beautiful family.”

“Thank you again for all that you did for them.” Bradley said, “This is all possible because of everything you did to help. Gracie is living her best life right now.”

“I’d say she’s living her best life because she’s got two amazing parents and a very large extended family that loves her unconditionally.” Lauren countered, smiling at Gracie as she passed around on the pony.

“She’s definitely got a large family.” You agreed, looking around at everyone that showed up. “I never dared to even dream this could be our life.”

“It’s only going to get better from here, Sweetheart.” Bradley said, leaning over to kiss your head.

“TIME TO EAT!” Jake yelled, drawing everyone’s attention towards where you had all the food set up.

“We better get in there before there’s nothing left.” You said laughing, “Trust me, this lot can eat, so you’ll wanna get it while you can.”

“Come on Princess.” Bradley said, lifting Gracie off the pony, “Time to eat my sweet baby girl.”

“Daddy, you see me wide?” She beamed, proud of herself.

“I sure did!” He replied, “You did so good! We might need to find you some riding lessons when you get a little bigger.”

“And so it begins.” You laughed, “I think this was Jake’s ulterior motive… making her fall in love with horses.”

“Horses and planes…”Bradley said, laughing, “It tracks.”

You got Gracie a plate and set her with her friends to eat while Bradley got plates for the two of you and set them at the table the rest of the squad had settled at.

“Looks like Gracie loves the Unicorn.” Jake said, looking pleased with himself.

“She does in fact love the PONY.” You laughed, rolling your eyes, “Your evil plan seems to have worked.”

“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Tulip.” He said, feigning innocence. “I simply realized that every princess party needs a unicorn.”

“Uh huh… had nothing to do with getting your niece hooked on horses?” You asked, not buying it for a minute.

“That is just an added bonus!” He beamed. “She’s a natural in the saddle too! Did you see her?”

“Your Cowboy is showing.” Phoenix teased, winking at him, “It’s cute, I’m not complaining… just stating a fact.”

“I can show you my cowboy hat when we get home.” He offered, smirking back at her. “You can even try it on.”

“Eww, nope! No, stop!” You whined, “Jakey! NOT ok!”

“It’s just a hat?” Phoenix replied, not understanding your response.

“There’s a rule about wearing a cowboy’s hat, Sweets.” Jake said cheekily, “If you…”

“Jacob, there are small children present.” You reminded him, leveling him with your ‘mom’ look. “You can tell her all about it later.”

“Now I’m really intrigued.” Phoenix said, looking at Jake. He leaned over and whispered in her ear. “IS THAT FOR REAL?”

You laughed at her reaction, nodding your head to confirm.

“Care to share, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, “Now I’m curious.”

“Depends…” You reply, “Do you happen to own a cowboy hat?”

“I could be persuaded to buy one.” He replied, “I’m guessing by your earlier reaction to Jake’s comment that it would be worth my while.”

“Bradshaw,” Jake said, glaring playfully across the table, “That’s my baby sister you’re talking to.”

“And?” Bradley tossed back, smirking at him.

“Just reminding you.” Jake replied, “I don’t need to be party to all your conversations. There are little ears here.”

“On that note,” You said, changing the subject, “I”m going to go check on the kiddos then get the cake from the kitchen.”

“I’ll come help.” Bradley offered.

After making sure that Gracie was OK at the table with the other kids, you and Bradley made your way into the house to get her birthday cake ready along with the candles.

“So…the hat rule?” Bradley asked, standing behind you and wrapping his arms around you as you put the candles into the cake.

“The rule is if you wear a cowboy’s hat, you ride that cowboy.” You smirked, glancing back at Bradley.

“I may definitely need to invest in a cowboy hat then.” Bradley said, dipping his head to kiss your neck. “Or we can change the rule… you can wear one of my uniform caps and ride the aviator.”

“I think I like the sound of that flyboy.” You replied, turning in his arms, wrapping your own around his neck and pulling him down to kiss him. When you pulled away you added, “But for now, we need to bring this cake out to our daughter and keep her party moving.”

“Yes Ma’am.” He replied, smiling, “I can’t wait to watch her open all of her presents!”

“I have a feeling we may need to add a room onto the house to hold all of her toys.” You laughed.

“We can make that happen.” Bradley said, picking up the cake from the counter.

After a wild rendition of “happy birthday” was sung, you moved to the food table to start serving cake and ice cream with Penny’s help dishing it all up and Bradley helping to pass out the dessert. Once kids were once more sugared up and had energy, they returned to the bounce house and pony rides for a while before you attempted to round everyone up to open gifts.

You were correct in assuming you’d need to add on to the house to hold all of her gifts. Her new extended family had definitely gone overboard. Mav and Penny had alone had practically cleaned out the Disney Store. She’d have lots of new Princess decor for her new bedroom. Bob got her a new princess themed tea party set which she immediately made him promise to play with her with. Payback and Fanboy went together and got her a princess bike with training wheels, complete with a princess helmet.

“This one is from Aunt Nix and me, Princess G.” Jake said, handing her a brightly wrapped box.

She tore the paper off and opened the box pulling out a small flight suit. It was customized with a Dagger patch on one side and her name Gracie “Princess” Seresin on the other. Inside the box was also a child size pair of aviator sunglasses.

“I match you and Daddy!” Gracie beamed happily, “And Aunty Nix!”

“You sure do, Princess G.” Jake said, “And all your other uncles, and Papa Mav too.”

“I fwy wif you now?” She asked, batting her eyelashes at her uncle.

“Soon, I promise!” He said, “Very very soon!”

“That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.” You smiled at Jake. “And very restrained from you….”

“Oh that’s not all.” He laughed, pulling out another giant gift bag, and handing it to his niece. You just shook your head. “Come on now, Tulip, you know me better than that.”

Gracie pulled the paper from the bag and lifted out a pony playset and a little cowgirl hat with a princess tiara attached to it. She loved it, wanting to wear it immediately. Thankfully you’d put her hair into lower ponytails today so the hat fit over them.

You and Bradley got her a couple of new toys and outfits, not wanting to go completely overboard.

“There’s one more here for you, Baby Girl.” Bradley said, handing her a small wrapped box. You looked at him questioningly, not recognizing the box. He smiled, shrugging. “It’s my first birthday with her as her Daddy… it had to be special.” You leaned over and kissed his cheek, whispering “I love you” in his ear.

She tore off the paper on the little box opening it up carefully, her eyes lit up and she smiled widely at Bradley.

“Daddy! It’s pwetty!” She exclaimed. Nestled inside the box on a satin backing was a tiny necklace with two small charm pendants. One was a small princess crown and the other an f-18. Where he’d managed to find that was beyond you.

“Bradley, it’s perfect.” You whispered, tears springing to your eyes.

Jake leaned over, his own eyes suspiciously wet, to help Gracie take the necklace from the box and to put it on her. Looking closer at the necklace he said, “Princess G, it’s even more special.. It says ‘Daddy’s Girl.” on the crown!”

At that, you lost the battle and the tears freely fell from your eyes. Bradley wiped his own eyes, smiling as Jake put the necklace on Gracie.

“I wuv you, Daddy!” Gracie said, coming over and throwing her arms around Bradley as he picked her up, holding her tightly to him.

“I love you too, my sweet Baby Girl.” He told her.

“So, would now be a good time to tell you that Bradley and I definitely went ahead and ordered that Castle playset for y’all’s backyard?” Jake asked, wiping tears from his eyes as he tried to add some humor back to the situation.

“You know what?” You said, wiping your own eyes, laughing through the emotions, “I’m not even shocked.”

After the party wound down, the squad stayed behind to help with clean up. Payback and Fanboy offered to take the bounce house back to the rental place once it was deflated. Gracie got a few more rides on the pony before the handler had to load her back onto the trailer. Jake handed you their business card, saying they also offered riding lessons.

You all loaded Gracie’s gifts into Jake’s truck as there was more room in there than the Bronco. You let Gracie keep a few things out she wanted to play with the next day while you all tackled the packing, and you would take the rest straight to Bradley’s house to avoid having to move it twice.

“Hey, what time are you thinking of starting packing in the morning? Do you think it’ll take all day?” Mav asked, as you and Bradley were loading the last of her gifts.

“Definitely not all day.” You said, “It’s mostly clothes and toys, not a whole house.”

“How would you feel about bringing Gracie out to the hangar tomorrow morning and taking her up for her first flight?” Mav suggested.

“You wanna take Gracie flying tomorrow morning?” Bradley asked, smiling.

“I was thinking more along the lines of her Dad and Uncle taking her up in the air.” He clarified. “She’s small enough, she can be strapped into the backseat with someone… probably safer that way anyway.”

“You’ll let us fly your plane?” Jake asked, clearly shocked.

“You are both highly skilled pilots.” Mav laughed, “Of course I trust you to fly my plane.”

“What do you think, Sweetheart?” Bradley asked, “Can we take her flying?”

“Just promise me no crazy pilot stuff and to return her safely back to the ground.” You said, “So maybe Jake should be the backseater tomorrow.”

“Hey!” He protested, “I take GREAT offense to that.”

“I don’t doubt your skills, Jakey.�� You laughed, “I doubt your restraint in not turning my daughter into a dare devil at 3 years old. I don’t know that my Mommy heart can handle that. Can we agree to wait until she’s older to turn her into a daredevil?”

“Fine.” He agreed, “Rooster, for tomorrow only, I’ll be your backseater.”

“I’m sure Bob and Fanboy can give you some tips if you need them.” Bradley teased, “Thanks, Mav. This really means a lot.”

“No thanks needed.” He replied, “Taking you up flying when you were little is probably one of the best memories I have of your childhood.”

“So you’re saying I should be ready for my daughter to follow in her uncle and Daddy’s footsteps to become a Naval Aviator?” You asked.

“Hell yeah!” Phoenix said, bring Gracie over to the group. “She’d be fierce.”

“I don’t know that the Navy would survive that.” Mav laughed. “It’s barely surviving all of you.”

“Fair.” Phoenix laughed. “This one is fading fast. I think all the bouncing and riding tired her out and the sugar is leaving her system.”

“Let’s get her home to bed.” You said, “She’s going to have another exciting day tomorrow, apparently.”

“You and Nix take the Bronco with Gracie and get her tucked in,” Bradley said, “Jake and I will run all this to the house in his truck then head that way.”

“Wow, that’s huge… Rooster’s letting someone else drive his Bronco.” Jake chuckled, “Didn’t think we’d see the day.”

“She’s trusting me to be a father to Gracie.” He replied, shrugging, “Nothing can compare that, man.”

“Fair point.” Jake said, “Let’s get this haul to your house and get back to our girls.”

After saying goodbye to Penny, Mav and Amelia and making plans to meet the next morning, Bradley loaded Gracie into her car seat. Phoenix got into the passenger seat buckling in, Jake going around to her side leaning in to steal a kiss.

Bradley walked you to the driver’s side, pulling you into his arms, your own winding around his neck.

“Drive carefully, Sweetheart.” He said. “My whole world is with you… and not the Bronco… you know that right?”

“I know, Baby.” You said, smiling, pulling him down to kiss him. “I love you, Bradley.”

“I love you too, Y/N.” He said, resting his forehead against yours, “See you soon.”

A/N: Sorry the update took so long! I promise, I've got more time now so updates should be coming quicker! :)

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iboatedhere · 2 years ago

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thank you for the tag @kiwiana-writes @rmd-writes @orchidscript & @lemonlyman-dotcom

Attempting to get the doctor AU going.

They had met–unofficially–at a conference Alex’s first year out of med school. Alex was poised to give a speech about the effectiveness of intra-aortic balloon pumps in cardiac shock patients, something he had spent months preparing for. He was ready and he was confident. He had been thriving under pressure his whole life and public speaking wasn’t something that ever fazed him.

But something snapped inside of him as he watched more and more people file into the conference hall. He wasn’t in school anymore and these people weren’t his classmates getting ready to listen to his valedictorian speech. They were professionals. They had been in the game for years—they were experts in their fields, and who the fuck was he to show up and act like he could teach them something? They would see right through him. They would think he was a fraud. They would tell him to his face that he couldn’t hack it, all this hard work and sacrifice would have been for nothing.

Alex broke out in a cold sweat, the speech crumpled in his hand as he closed his fist around it, smearing the ink of the words he so carefully thought out.

By the time he made it to the closest men’s room he could barely breathe. His chest was tight and his vision was spotty and he had accepted that he was going to die beside the urinals on the fourth floor of a DoubleTree by Hilton hotel.

Eyes closed and head tipped back against the cool tiles behind him, Alex was prepared to meet his maker when the door swung open. Assuming it was the Grim Reaper coming to take him, Alex cracked an eye open and was met not with a specter cloaked in black holding a scythe, but a tall, blond man in a well-cut suit.

A Meet Joe Black scenario, then. He could deal with that.

Alex drew his knees back against his chest and the man dropped to his directly in front of him.

“My name is Henry, I’m a doctor,” he had said and even on his last leg, Alex found the strength to roll his eyes.

“No shit, we all are,” he had wheezed before rattling off his symptoms because fuck if he knew what was happening inside this fogged up brain.

“I believe you’re having a panic attack,” Henry had said and Alex shook his head.

“I don’t get those.”

“That tends to be the case for most people,” Henry started, “until of course they do.”

Henry raised his hands slowly, the intent to reach out for him clear. Alex surprised the both of them when he bridged the gap and wrapped his fingers around Henry’s wrists, not wanting to be touched, but desperately needing it.

Henry, with his perfect hair and blue eyes and calming British accent, talked him through breathing exercises and had him focus on anything but the feeling of dread that had been clawing at his chest.

Slowly, it got easier to breath and his body stopped shaking and he was able to stand on his own two feet again.

Henry had lingered after, handing Alex paper towels to dry his face after he splashed himself with water and nodded his approval as Alex fussed with his hair in the mirror.

Alex never thought to be embarrassed until Alex caught Henry’s eye at the networking event long after the speech was over.

Alex was going to thank him, properly, for saving his ass, but Henry turned abruptly to the man he was standing with (whose maroon suit stood out beautifully against the sea of black and white) and muttered something that made the man look Alex over with an arched brow.

He said something back to Henry who immediately shook his head and walked off and Alex burned.

He still does, given the way Alex’s hackles rise and he needs to bite his tongue every time he sees the man which is, unfortunately, often.

#firstprince #firstprince fic #rwrb #rwrb fic #Doctor AU #btw if there are any actual doctors out that that look at anything within this au and notice an inaccuracy.....#let me remind you you took an oath to do no harm and pointing it out to me would harm me greatly #i'm a ding-dong fic writer #i'll research all damn day for a fic but I won't ever understand the medical world #I'M DOING MY BEST

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queermentaldisaster · 1 year ago

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“The Hunt Is My Muse”

Hello! The first chapter of my shifter!au fic is here! This one is gonna be a long one, so you better strap in. This one is gonna be so much fun! I'm so excited to introduce you all to the intricacies of this AU i have plotted out.

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Chapter under the cut.

Chapter 1: "Steel and Silver Sing For Justice"

“No.” He said, being adamant about this. “I’m not working with him on this.”

Price exhaled, his eyebrows furrowed. “Ghost, you will be working with Sergeant MacTavish on this.”

“And do you remember what happened the last time we worked together?” Ghost huffed, crossing his arms.

Price closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Ghost, this isn't a discussion. We need both you and the sergeant on the field for this one. If it makes you feel better, you'll be working with Commander Phillip Graves as well as Colonel Vargas and Sergeant Major Parra.”

“It does not, but it's not like I have a bloody choice, eh?” Ghost asked, his eyes narrowed under the mask.

Price exhaled once more. “No, no you don't.”

“Of course.” Ghost mumbled, turning around and leaving.

That was a few days ago. Now he was sitting in the helo next to Soap, the Scot rambling about something. Honestly, he'd tuned Soap out a while ago. He stared at the ground, feeling the urge to shift, that feeling like deep-rooted anxiety deep in his gut, bubbling up. He clenched one of his hands into a fist, taking deep breaths. ‘In for three, hold for three, out for three.’ He thought, repeating that in his head as he continued breathing.

When he looked back up, Soap was giving him a weird look. “What?” Ghost asked. Soap shook his head. “Nothin’, ye just looked nervous is all. Ye alright?” He responded, his voice soft and calm. Ghost looked away. “‘M fine, sergeant. Worry about yourself.” He whispered. Soap arched an eyebrow. “Lt, ye clearly ain’t fine. Just talk tae me, please.” The younger man pleaded.

Ghost shook his head, as the helo landed “No, Soap. I’m fine. We need to focus on the mission.” He stood up. Soap huffed. “Fine.” he said as he stood up. “But ah dinnae believe ye.” He muttered. Ghost looked back at him. “You don’t have to believe me.”

The helo opened and Ghost walked down the ramp, Soap at his side. The Colonel, Alejandro Vargas, walked forward to meet them. “Alejandro!” Soap exclaimed, offering his hand for a handshake. Alejandro took it with a polite; “Sergeant MacTavish.”

Soap chuckled, his smile growing ever wider. “Call me Soap,” he said as the two men pulled away from the handshake. Alejandro looked to Ghost. “Lieutenant. Laswell says they call you Ghost.” He murmured. Soap cut in. “Actually, I believe he prefers to be-”

So Ghost cut him off. “That’ll do.” He said, looking back to Alejandro and nodding. Alejandro nodded. “You two shifters?” He asked, and it was a simple question. But one that Ghost did not answer. But Soap nodded. “Ah’m a red fox shifter.” Alejandro smiled. “Ocelot here. Let's go.” He turned around and led Ghost and Soap towards an armored vehicle.

Ghost and Soap climbed in the back. Alejandro got into the passenger seat. “This is my second in command, Sergeant Major Rodolfo Parra.” He murmured, and Rodolfo looked at the two in the back seat. “Hello.” He murmured, before saying something to Alejandro in Spanish.

“Where’s Hassan?” Ghost asked. Alejandro smirked. “Cartel safe-house, ten clicks from here.” Ghost nodded, and the vehicle began driving, two more behind it.

Ghost honestly kinda zoned out on the drive through the city. At some point, he heard Soap say something to him about kids, guns and balloons, and Rodolfo said something about his mask, but he was too busy trying to ignore that damned feeling in his gut.

Ghost didn't shift. Not since Zaragoza and Roba. He used to, even with his dad's abuse, albeit rarely, but he couldn't anymore. Not when all it brought up were memories of pain and suffering. So he let the animal in him fester.

It would never get out again.

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cameronspecial · 2 years ago

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Before The Last Petal Falls (Part 2)

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Reader

Warnings: N/A

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 2.5K

Summary: It's always a funny thing to be invited to your ex-boyfriend's engagement party. It's an even funnier thing when it seems all his family members have something to say to you.

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“How about Lace Place?” Lacey asks, flashing her hands in an ark to imitate the arch of the sign she is imagining. Y/N gives her a funny look at the words, “Babe, that sounds like you sell drugs. If you name your restaurant that, you’ll be attracting the wrong type of clientele. Although, if a stoner accidentally walks in, maybe you’ll get some business from the munchies.” Lacey cringes at the realization and nods. “Hey, you think I could sell some cookies at your bookstore? Maybe, it can help drum up some business,” Lacey suggests.

“I don’t see why it would be an issue. Let me just read up on the regulations on it just in case we need a special license or something, but it’s such a cute idea. I can get one of those rollie carts and call it the Cookie Cart. Ooh, maybe I can give a free bookmark with each purchase of a cookie.”

“That’s a great idea. Then I could offer the same thing when someone buys a certain thing at the restaurant. Like, get a ten percent coupon for the bookstore. How do you feel about being a dinner special?”

“Ahh, I love this idea. We are just two business girlies supporting each other. Soon, well, be girl bosses dominating the world.”

“Uhh, excuse me. Last time I checked, you were already a girl boss, who dominates the world. I mean In The Shadows has been in The New York Times Best Sellers for fifty-two weeks, now. You went on an international book tour for your debut book and you are writing the much-anticipated sequel as we speak. You made it, girl.”

“Okay, okay. Don’t discount your achievements though. You literally worked at a Michelin-star restaurant and graduated top of your class at Le Cordon Bleu in Paris. Now, you are opening your own restaurant at twenty-three.”

The girls laugh at the little spiel they went on about being proud of their achievement and return to the paperwork they were going through for each of their respective businesses. In the five years since graduating high school, Y/N graduated from Oxford at twenty-one, but not before signing a deal with a major publisher for her book. A year later, her book is on the best sellers list and she is whisked away all over the world to promote it. She does recognize that her success may in part have to do with her mother and considered writing under a pseudonym, but decides against it when she realizes it wouldn’t really do anything. Using a fake name would mean she wouldn’t be able to make an in-person appearance out of concern for being recognized. It’s not exactly like her face has been hidden from her mother’s social media page. She really wants to have those moments to connect physically with her fans.

On the other hand, Lacey had gone to culinary school at Le Cordon Bleu, and then quickly got a job at the Michelin-star restaurant. She decided to quit her job there so that she could open up her own restaurant.

——

Y/N has no clue where she is going. Mason had just told her to get dressed nicely and to get in the car. She couldn’t get a question out, so she followed his instructions and got changed. She put on tan-coloured pants and a light pink balloon-sleeved satin blouse. She wore a black belt with a gold buckle and golden jewellery to pull the outfit together. Y/N sulked as she walked to Mason’s car. Her pestering as to where they were going went unanswered. When she sees where he stops the car, she wants to literally jump out of the car and run home. “Why did you bring me here, Mace?”

“It’s their engagement party today. I wasn’t planning on bringing you, but Blythe called and she literally begged me to bring you today. She knows how much you meant to Rafe and wants to get to know you more. She hopes, maybe even, that you guys can make up.”

Y/N gives Mason a questioning look, “She wants her fiancé to get along again with his ex-girlfriend?” Mason nods and gently moves to bring his sister inside. “Blythe is a sweet girl and she really loves Rafe. She feels secu-.” Realizing that what he was about to say may have made his sister feel bad, he quickly switches to a different path. “Blythe is really friendly. She makes it her mission to help mend broken relationships. Rafe told me that she got two girls who were best friends when they were younger to make up after they got into a two-year fight over a boy. Can you just go in? You don’t have to talk to anyone and I literally brought you a book.” Y/N isn’t too excited about going to her ex-boyfriend’s engagement party, but she does as her brother asks.

The twins enter Tannyhill together and are immediately given each a hug from the excited bride-to-be. “Ahh, and in comes the best man. You are only a tiny bit late, Mace. Y/N, I’m so glad you decided to come. I just know you and Rafe will make up in a jiffy.” Y/N gives an awkward smile, “Yeah, I totally chose to be here voluntarily.” Mason discretely elbows his sister in the stomach with a smile on his face. Play nice, the action signified. Blythe doesn’t seem to sense the sarcasm in Y/N’s words and turns towards Mason. “We are going to take the wedding party pictures now. Come on,” Blythe orders, taking Mason’s hand and dragging him away. “Rafe, say hello to Y/N.”

Y/N hadn’t noticed that Rafe had been standing at the main entrance too. Blythe has a way of holding everyone’s attention in a room. He had been standing there quietly observing the greetings. He quickly murmurs a hello then goes off after Blythe before Y/N can return it. She isn’t sure what to do and seeing as the only people she knows at the party are groomsmen, she goes upstairs to read on the balcony. She knows she probably shouldn’t be up there, but the balcony was guest free and she really didn’t want to explain who she was to anyone else.

The broken silence from the front yard causes her to look up from the book. She silently watches as it appears the party is being moved outside. Rafe’s arm is wrapped around Blythe’s waist as she makes a speech thanking everyone for being there. Once she is done talking, Rafe follows her around whilst she talks from guest to guest. Rafe and the older lady listen to something Blythe says and they both laugh their heads off. This is why Y/N had to break up with Rafe. She could never be the social butterfly that matched his need to be around people. She could never fake pleasant conversations with people she doesn’t know. She would never want any of the traditional things associated with a wedding. And Rafe deserves all of that. Watching Blythe be all of those things for him cements the idea into Y/N’s mind that she did the right thing for him. He was able to move on and thrive with someone much more like him. With someone who didn’t hold him back.

“Why does it not surprise me that you are up here?” A voice breaks the silence. Y/N turns to see a much older Wheezie at the door of the balcony. “OMG, Wheez. Look how big you’ve gotten. You are such a dignified young woman. Are you driving yet?” Wheezie moves herself to go sit beside Y/N, “Thank you, but I only seem to have gotten bigger because you haven’t seen me in five years. And I am driving. Rafe and Sarah are too scared to be in a car with me though. Blythe lets me drive her but I think only because she wants brownie points with me.”

“It’s still nice of her though. Do you like her?”

“Yeah, but you would let me drive you because you believe in my driving. Not because you want me to like you. You bribed me with cookies for that. She does it because she wants me to like her. She’s nice, though. But you know, she doesn’t make Rafe’s eyes twinkle as much as you do.”

“Louisa, you can’t keep comparing me to her. She’s the one marrying your brother.”

“And you are the one who still has a tighter hold on his heart even if he won’t admit it. You know I’m still angry at you for breaking up with him in the first place. But I missed you too much to be mad at you right now.”

“You gotta stop saying that. And I know you are mad. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have iced you guys out like that. I’m back now though and you can tell me all about your high school experience.”

“Yeah, yeah. We can talk about that later. Right now, I want you to sign my book.”

“You read my book?”

“Of course I did. You tell the best stories. You know Damian is an interesting character.”

“He is, isn’t he? Don’t you just love a good demon love interest?”

“Yeah, that’s totally why I find him interesting…”

Y/N doesn’t comment on Wheezie’s crypticness and follows the girl to her bedroom where the book sits. She signs the book and is dragged back downstairs to the party by the younger girl. Wheezie promises to come back and darts off to who knows where. Y/N is left alone in the kitchen she once used to make dessert cookies for her first date with Rafe. She resorts back to reading her book on the kitchen island. The sound of someone entering the kitchen causes her to look up from her book. Rafe is at the entryway staring at her with a scowl. “Where did you run off to, Y/L/N?”

“I was upstairs on the balcony, reading.”

“You know, typically guests aren’t allowed upstairs during a party.”

“Wheezie didn’t seem to have a problem with it.”

“Yeah, well, she worships the ground you walk on so she isn’t exactly a non-biased host.”

They stare each other down for a few seconds in silence before Y/N decides to break it.

“You told me you wanted to get married at twenty-five.”

“And you told me that you wanted to be with me forever. I guess we are both pretty good at changing our life plan without telling the other.”

“Haha, such a good retort. You really thought that would hurt me, Rafe?” Her words are only half true. The reminder of the choice she made stings a lot if she were to be honest, but she wasn’t about to admit that. Rafe just shakes his head and pushes past her to get to the fridge. He gets a drink out of it, “Whatever, I don’t have time to deal with this.” On his way out of the kitchen, he accidentally brushes her arm with his elbow and the scent of sea breeze and pool overwhelms her. The fact that he still smells the same after all these years causes her breath to hitch and tears to start to swell in her eyes. Rafe wants to pretend like he doesn’t see it. He wants to pretend like he doesn’t care, so he does. Now, she is left alone in the kitchen, wondering where the hell Wheezie went.

Y/N goes in search of the younger girl, but it seems to be like playing a game of Where’s Waldo with the amount of other people in the house. Somehow, Y/N always seems to find herself in the same room as Rafe and it doesn’t go unnoticed by her that every time he spots her, he moves to another room. He’s avoiding her and she obviously understands why he would. Eventually, she gives up on finding Wheezie, but she soon regrets staying in the now-empty backyard. Because Ward Cameron is quick to make his presence known to the girl. “I didn’t think I’d be seeing you here.” Y/N looks at Ward with critical eyes, it’s not every day she sees the human embodiment of her insecurities in person. Her hands go to hold her locket and plays with it between her fingers.

“I’m not here out of my free will. The bride wanted me here and what the bride wants, she gets.”

“Ahh, yes. Blythe,” Ward begins, they both look at Rafe and Blythe through the window. “Isn’t she a much better fit for him? She went to UNC with him. She moved to the OBX for him. Look at everything she sacrificed for him.” Y/N watches as Blythe and Rafe interact with the guests of the party. She can’t listen to Ward’s insistent belittling of her, so she does what Rafe would argue she does best and runs away from Tannyhill. She runs as fast as she can back home without a care for her tired limbs. Once safely in the sanctuary of her room, she slams her back against her door and starts crying. She doesn’t know why she is; she’s over Rafe. She let him go, but something about Ward poking holes at all of her insecurities brought back some complicated feelings she always seems to want to repress.

——

Rafe had seen Ward talking to Y/N through the glass and he watched confused as she ran off after something his father said. He had no idea what Ward said but he was sure as hell going to find out. The engagement party has finally come to an end. Rose and Blythe went out to do some wedding shopping, while Sarah and Wheezie went to go do sister things, leaving Rafe the perfect opportunity to interrogate Ward. “What did you say to my ex-girlfriend?” Ward turns toward his son in his desk chair, “Nothing she hasn’t already heard before. What does it matter? As far as I know, you didn’t want anything to do with her.” Rafe shakes his head at his dad’s callousness. “Really, Dad? Even after we’ve been broken up for five years, you still find a way to torment her,” Rafe argues.

Ward gives a questioning tilt of his head towards his father, “She broke up with you. How could you still care for you?” “She may have made the decision to break up with me and I will always be angry at her for that. But I’m not oblivious enough to think you were a harmless observer in Y/N and mine’s relationship,” Rafe begins. “I know you probably said some things to her that set our break up into motion. I want to make something clear, Dad. Even if we are broken up, I don’t want you to get your claws into Y/N’s head ever again. She doesn’t deserve it no matter how much she hurt me.” Rafe finishes his threat and gets up from the chair he sits upon. He storms out of Ward’s office without another word.

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