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#i have this brother right. my mom was checked out of parenting for like 10 years and nobody was making sure he was taking care of his teeth
lenny-1of2dads · 2 days
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The bus dropped Franky off at 3 PM it was now almost nine PM and no sign of his dad. He has been calling every thirty minutes and getting no answer. His mom is back in New Jersey. She will talk to Catholic Charities tomorrow. She suggests going to a Denny's order something to eat, and hang out until in the morning. With about forty dollars left the security guard gave him directions two a coffee bar two blocks down and one block left.
The waiters name was Josh, I got coffee grilled cheese and fries. He wasn't busy so he came back. He ask me if I was running away from home. I explain my dad did not pick me up from the bus station, and he is not answering his phone. He ask where he lived and he googled it on his cell phone. It was 10 miles from downtown going north. He said I was welcome to stay there and he will give me a ride to my dad's house when he gets off at six am.
I was falling asleep despite the amount of coffee I had drank. He takes me out to his car unlocks the back seat and hands me a travel pillow. Stating he will be out after 6 am and take you to your dads house. If I cannot sleep or wake back up come back inside. I must admit I was grateful and fell asleep right away.
I woke up to sunlight , he was not off work yet and I had to use the bathroom. I go inside straight to the restroom. God did I feel better, that was like three pots of coffee. I go to wash my hands and Josh shows up with the manager. That what his name tag said. The three of us in the restroom was weird. Josh explains this is his dad. They want to get a table and talk to me about something. On the way Josh tells his family owns the coffee shop. He is the manager from 10 to 6 am. His older brother does swing shift. Both his parent works day shift which is four times busier.
The scoop was they had the police do a wellness check at my dad's house. Just to find out he is in jail for five months for battery. he got in a bar fight two nights ago. There is a possibly after talking to my dad I could get access to his house. The cops were working on it. The police show up and take me to the Jail. My dad had released his personal belonging to them to give to me. Two cops gave me a ride unlocked the door and checked the whole house out before letting me in. Dad had a bunch of weed now legal on the coffee table, and booze but zero laundry detergent, or toilet paper.
I got to say Catholic Charities hooked me up with food and help get dads utilities paid up to date. I spent the weekend cleaning it up, it was kind of gross in some places. My mother sends me some money and helps me get a cell phones of my own. I have been here four days. A box of clothes we mailed finally arrives at 8 am UPS. Then thirty minutes later Josh shows up at my door with two White chocolate Mochas and cheese danish. He had just got off work was worried about me. He has saved my address and had the next two days off if I need transportation, or help.
Human contact. I had not seen Josh in three days. I had this weird feeling come over me I was so happy to see him. I invite him in he puts the coffees and danish on the table as I follow behind him. He sees the three bags of trash by the back door ask's how bad it was. He show me how to find out when the trash gets picked up.
Huddled together looking at his cell phone screen he has the longest eyelashes I have seen on a guy. The whitest teeth and dimples. He notices I am staring and smiles and backs off a little. I bring him back for a kiss. An another. He takes over and gives me a few. On freshly clean sheets on a just made bed I lose my virginity to guy who was doing the same thing with me. Weird that neither of us knew that until weeks later in conversation.
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I had the use of my dads car providing I could keep putting gas in the tank. The night manager of a coffee house has me fill out an application, and gives me an interview. Not sure why I was so nervous. I had the job and he was just performing for his parents. it was just a chance to ask me a bunch of questions. Like what I like best about our sex life. What do you want to do that we haven't. What happens to us when your dad get released? How do you feel about finding an apartment together? Marriage, Children? All I can think about is what is going to happen when we get home tonight.
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vanwritesfan-fiction · 2 months
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Hii love<3 i hope everything is fine🫂
So the other day i accompanied my brother to pick up my niece from kindergarten and she went out with a boy was he carrying her backpack, that was nice 🥹 but i also saw my brother almost have a heart attack because she is his little girl (that was funny lmao) i thought it would be nice - fun something like that with Jack🥹🫶🏻 you can take it if you want (no pressure only yesterday i remembered it while i was reading that petition where B was talking about Patrick)
Sending you lots of love and hope you are having a good week🫶🏻🫶🏻ily😙
Hi love! Thank you so much, I am doing well and I hope you are too! This idea is so cute, thank you for sending it in!
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'Are we good? I've got somewhere to be." Jack looked up from his phone at Nemo who was focused on the control board. "Your last verse was a little pitchy, wanna run it again?"
"I like pitchy, its my new sound." Jack joked as he checked the time on his phone, his leg jiggling up and down nervously.
Nemo gave Jack an incredulous look. "Man, what's going on with you? Any other time, if I called you pitchy you'd cuss me out and you've checked the time on your phone like five times in the last 10 minutes."
"He's got a date with his girl", Urban chuckled from his spot across the room. "Girl? I thought your wife was out of town", Nemo asked as he looked between the two of them. "My other girl, Liyah. Its just us this weekend so I'm gonna pick her up from pre-school and take her on a daddy-daughter date today."
A low rumble of "aws" echoed across the room, making Jack blush. "I can still take five minutes to cuss you out if ya'll don't stop", Jack warned as he got up and grabbed his things before heading out the studio, Nemo and Urban busting into laughter as soon as the door shut.
Luckily, Jack timed it just right so he was first in the carpool line with a perfect view of the door so he could see when Aaliyah came out. He answered a couple of work emails while he waited for school to end, jumping out of the car as soon as the bell rung to join the group of waiting parents. Jack rarely got a chance to pick the girls up from school, so he didn't recognize but a few parents he'd met when Aaliyah had a playdate, giving them quick waves hello.
"You must be Jack. Aaliyah talks about you all the time." Jack turned on his heels to acknowledge a voice behind him, coming into contact with a parent he knew he'd never met before. "Hi, I'm Sarah, Parker's mom." Jack took the extended handshake as he slid his phone in his back pocket. "Nice to meet you, Jack Harlow."
"Oh, I know all about you. Parker and Aaliyah have become good friends this year so I've heard all about your music career and how cool of a guy you are." Jack gave Sarah a gentle smile. "I guess paying your daughter does work after all", he said in jest, quickly backtracking when Sarah's face fell.
"I'm kidding, promise I don't pay my children to talk about my career", he bit at his bottom lip, wishing he hadn't made that joke. "Sure", she muttered, taking a step back.
Jack made a mental note to tell you to avoid Sarah in the future, quickly getting over his embarrassment as a bunch of kids came running out. He spotted Aaliyah within the busy crowd, her messy curls up in two ponytails, her face in that beautiful smile that reminded him of you. He took his eyes off of her for a second when he felt his phone buzz, checking his text messages in case it was work related.
"Daddy!" The smile that formed on Jack's face at the sound of Aaliyah's voice quickly turned into a scowl as he saw that she wasn't alone, holding the hand of a little boy her same height as they walked toward him. His breath hitched at the sight, his chest tightening as he tried to keep his composure. "Hi Daddy! Look, I colored you a picture!" She shook the pink construction paper in front of Jack, but he was to preoccupied trying to figure out who this boy was that was holding his precious baby girl's hand.
"Who's this, Liyah?" Jack dropped to his knees to be at eye level with his daughter, taking her backpack from her. "This is Parker! He's my boyfriend!" It took everything in Jack not to pass out on school grounds, his grip on her bag tightening. "Hi, Mr. Jack!", Parker answered, jumping up and down, swinging their arms between them.
"Hi, Parker", Jack mumbled, watching Sarah approach out of the corner of his eye. "Aren't they so cute? They think they're boyfriend and girlfriend", she chuckled, reaching out for Parker, who took her hand. "I wouldn't call it cute, but what do I know?", he gritted out between clenched teeth. Jack didn't mean to sound argumentative, but he sent off a pre-schooler to school this morning and he was picking up a teenager. "Alright baby, let's go." He gave Sarah a weak smile as he grabbed his daughter's hand.
"Bye Parker! I see you soon!" Aaliyah broke away from Jack to give Parker a hug before catching back up with him. "Yeah, bye Parker, see you never again." Jack mocked as they walked to the car, his face scrunched up in irritation.
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"Baby, we need to find a new preschool for Aaliyah." Jack stroked his beard, his gaze focused on the ceiling. He had his phone rested on his chest as he laid in bed talking to you, the house quiet with Aaliyah asleep.
You chuckled, rolling your eyes, even though he couldn't see you. "Like hell we do, Jack. We were on a three year waiting list for that school. What happened?"
"Parker." Jack grumbled out, making you laugh out loud. "Ah, so you finally met Parker." That made Jack quickly shoot up. "You knew about him?"
"About your three year old daughters harmless little boyfriend? Yes, yes, I did." Jack scoffed, throwing himself back down on the pillows. "I don't know about harmless, baby. They were holding hands and everything."
"Jack, please, don't start. Liyah is only three years old, she thinks she's in love with every boy she meets because that's all she knows." The only thing Brooklyn and Aaliyah knew about love at a young age was from watching you and Jack, who even so many years later were still head over heels in love with each other. It set a great example, but they were both so young and didn't understand different types of relationships yet. "She sees the way we are around each other, and thinks that how you act with people you love."
"I guess", Jack sighed, running a hand through his hair, "it just made me realize she's not my baby anymore."
"Jack, you're getting way ahead of yourself. She is only three, she still needs you for pretty much everything, and she loves you so much more than she does anyone else, including her boyfriend." You threw that in knowing that would irritate him, hearing Jack shiver over the phone. "Stop using that word, please."
"Fine", you giggled, "but you still have plenty of years before you have to worry about any real boyfriends. Plus, I'm pretty sure Parker is your biggest fan."
"What does that say about me, that my biggest fan is a toddler?", Jack asked, but you chose to ignore his quip. "So we can stay at this school?"
"Yes, we can stay at this school. We do have to avoid Parker's mom, Sarah, though." That caught your attention. "Why? I like Sarah. We're on the PTO together."
Jack let out a nervous chuckle. "She may or may not think that we pay our daughters to talk about how good of a rapper I am."
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breaking you in
"do you like it?" I asked Paul. As I slowly worked the anal probe into him.
"Yehhhh" he moaned which made me smile as I worked it in further. It was long about 10 inches but thin with bumps that got bigger and bigger but never thicker then an inch I guess. I did not expect for him to let me get it all in him at least not the first time. I had used a finger even two while giving him a blowjob a few times but this was different as I had the whole thing buried in his ass. I took his cock back in ,y mouth as I yanked the toy out. He exploded as I did. I sucked up and swallowed every drop as he emptied his balls down my throat.
"You okay" I laughed as he laid there with a smile on his face. He grabbed me and kissed me. I don't think he was thinking as he must of tasted his spank. He hesitated for a moment then continued to kiss me.
"Um like the taste" I laughed.
"Not as bad as you always say" he shot back. I climbed on top of him
"Well taste this, we both know you love the taste of me" I giggled as I sat on his face. He flipped me over but never stopped licking my clit. He was so good at this part I thought as he made me cum in under 10 minutes. I had to push him off to make him stop. I cupped his ass as we held each other.
"Does it hurt?" I asked
"No, it felt amazing" he confessed. We laid there holding each other for awhile before we had to get up.
"Paul get up my parents will be home soon" I warned him
"Cindy we are getting married I think they are aware we have sex" he shot back. He knew I just felt uneasy with having sex in my parents house. I gave him the look and he got up.
We where staying with my parents till our new apartment was ready. Ot had been two weeks already. And they had told us it wouldnt be ready till we got back from out honeymoon. We would be married by then. I giggled to myself alittle as I saw Paul walking a bit strange. I cleaned up the toy and hid it away.
We had always been a bit adventurous when it came to sex. But never had thought about switching traditional roles till a few days ago when we bought the toy. Originally for me. But Paul had made a joke when we bought it about prostate massage.
It was a few days later when Paul had just gotten out of the shower he bent over and I pushed him against the dresser. My mom was home so I was quiet.
"Nice ass" I whispered in his ear. I ran my finger over his asshole.
"Um what you have in mind?" He asked wiggling his ass.
"You're serious aren't you?" I asked still teasing him. He just nodded.
"Don't move" I told him and went to the box I hid I pulled out a stainless steel butt plug and lube. Paul never even turned around as I lubed it and worked into his tight ass. I smiled alittle it had a pink jewel where his asshole should be.
"There you go bitch. You can wear that all day" reminding him of the last time he had me wear it. He had a hardon and wanted to fuck.
"No, later when mom goes out if you behave" I told him. And watched him get dressed. I took every opportunity to grab his ass. As we discussed final details of the wedding with mom.
(Paul's point of view)
My future mother in law Kerry was great. I swear her and Beth where twins separated by 25 years. Beth had put this plug in my ass. It felt amazing but I found it hard to focus. I wanted to throw Beth on the table and have her right then. I even found myself checking out Kerry's ass. She looked great for her age a bit wider in the hips a little heavier but damn.
"Paul" Bob called as he walked in the front door. Bob was my future father in law. He was alright. I think he saw more of me as taking his only daughter then gaining another son.
"Come on we have to go pick up the tuxedo" he told me. He kissed Kerry. I kissed Beth who smacked my ass a little with a look of concern. I just shrugged and left with Bob. We met my brother in law to be Brent at the rental shop.
"So you should all try them on make sure everything is correct" the salesman said. I grabbed mine and headed to a changing room. As soon as I went to close the door it opened again and Bob walked in.
"There busy, so" is all he said as he quickly stripped.
"You know Beth is just like Kerry. She is strong willed. they li,e the same things and don't compromise" he was saying i looked up to see him in his boxers. That couldn't be. I thought this man had a fucking anaconda sized cock in his shorts. I couldn't get the image of the bulge out of my head. The plug in my ass didn't help as I tried to think of anything not to get an erection. The tuxedo fit fine. And we where soon on our way home. I just couldn't get my father in laws size out of my head. Beth and Kerry liked the same things would Beth like a big cock.
(BETH)
Paul seemed oddly stressed when he came back with my dad.
"I think it hit him, you know getting married just nervous" my dad tried to ease my concern. Paul wore the plug all day. I had figured he had taken it out. But when we went to bed he didn't ask he just attacked me quietly of course. I touched his ass and he moaned I realized he still wore the plug. I didn't let him take it out till after he came.
"Beth have you, I mean. The guys you been with" Paul was trying to ask me something.
"What is it?" I asked
"Size, I mean you been with bigger guys?" He blurted out.
"You are perfect" I assured him. That wasn't completely true but I loved him.
"But there have been bigger guys?" He continued
"Well yes" I confessed
"And would you want that again?" He asked.
"If thus is some way to break up with me" I said annoyed.
"No!" He said "its just you and your mom are so. Well you both like the same things?" He was babbling.
"What does my mother have to do with guys i may have been with?" I was getting passed.
"Well your dad is um really big" he told me.
"What are you talking about" I said sitting up and turning on the light. He looked at me then down then looked at me hopping I would understand and then it clicked.
"OH god, I don't want to hear this" I told him. I smacked him and realized he was rock hard again.
"Paul do you think I will want a big cock because, my mom does? Oh that's just to wierd to think about" I told him.
"Is that why you are so excited thinking about me riding a big cock?" I whispered I knew from his expression it was. I picked up my phone and searched for an old video.
"Do you want to see this?" She asked "it's Mark and me" I told him. Mark was boyfriend before I met him. I pushed play he was glued to the small screen it was definitely years ago my hair was so much shorter. I reached over and stroked his throbbing dick as he watched me sink down on eight inches of thick throbbing cock. I stroked him softly teasing him. The video was only about an minute it was good he didn't see what happened later after the video I thought. I got up and dug into a bag I had gotten from the Bachelorette party. I pulled out a big black dildo my friend had given me as a joke. It was quite large and heavy.
"Want to try this?" I asked him. All inhibition of my parents house out the window as I stripped naked. He held the toy
(Paul)
The dildo she handed me was huge. I looked at her and now wanted to see her stretched I wanted to see her slutty. I wanted her to be my slut. As she climbed into bed I wasted no time rubbing the toy against her pussy.
"It's really big go slow" she said.
"Tell me you want it, tell me you're my slut" I said harshly in her ear.
"Yes, I am your slut" she moaned as I pushed the tip of the toy inside her. She shoved a pillow corner in her mouth trying to be quiet. I worked more and more inside. I had buried all 10 inches inside her sloppy hole she was so wet it made sucking noises when I pulled it in and out.
"I am going to fuck you so hard for this" Beth said biting my ear. She softly begged me to stop but I kept going. She must of cum three times before I pulled the toy out. I looked down to see her gapped open. I leaned in and kissed it. She grabbed my hair and held me there smearing her juices all over my face. Before she let me up for air. She then passed out. I was still rock hard I pulled back the blanket and jerked off just looking at her.
(Beth)
I woke up sore. And noticed the dry cum across my breasts. I smiled completely satisfied and got up and showered. Paul joined me on the shower.
"Revenge for last night will come" I told him. He reached down and slid three fingers easily into my still stretched pussy.
"Whatever you say slut" he said laughing. I let him tease me with his fingers
I approached the subject carefully over the next few days. With questions like
"You liked me being your slut? And did you like how I looked after, you must of you played with yourself didn't you?"
(Paul)
I couldn't stop thinking about Beth and her ex. I started to picture Beth with everyone. I even fantasized of her and her best friend in a lesbian affair. I wasn't picturing Beth and I anymore. I was fantasies about Beth with everyone else.
Beth asked questions about what I wanted, my fantasies I was afraid to tell her. But now everything was about the wedding. So we had little alone time. We had sex a few nights later but it was completely normal. Almost routine sex. The next morning I pulled out Beth's naughty box. I found a larger butt plug and lube. But as I pulled it out Beth walked in.
"Baby not today just so much to do" she said sympathetic. I just handed them both to her.
"I see" she motioned for me to turn around I dropped my drawers and she shoved hard the plug into place.
"Better my slut" she said smacking my ass. Before I could even stand up straight Kerry burst in.
"OH so sorry, I didn't" she quickly closed the door. Beth laughing handed me the lube and chased after her. I got dressed and embarrassed went to the kitchen. I noticed my mother in law checking out my ass. Beth smacked my ass before i sat down right in front of her mom.
"I thought for sure you would of removed it" Beth said laughing. Kerry burst out laughing as well. Ob walked in what is so funny.
"Nothing just Paul thinks he dying because he had a hemorrhoid" Kerry told him with a wink to me.
"Stress well suck it up man got a wedding to get thru" he said smacking my shoulder.
Brent and his wife Georgia walked in and Kerry made everyone breakfast. I thought about how Brent must have a a huge cock like his dad. And Georgia stretched wide open.
(Beth)
I made excuses to get Paul alone. So I insisted we had to stop somewhere for his family so we could drive in our own car and meet up with everyone later. For a family gathering before the wedding. It was some kooky family tradition.
"Paul are you okay?" I asked.
"Yeah why?" He replied
"You been acting kinda distracted since, well since you saw that video" I said I noticed he got hard instantly when I mentioned the video. I reached over and rubbed it thru his slacks. "And then you wanting to wear the big plug" I teased "tell me what's going on in that head"
"I can't stop thinking about you getting fucked by big cocks" he blurted out.
"Cocks? More then one" I laughed. He looked at me with all seriousness.
"Yes, I don't know if I can satisfy you" he told me.
"I love you very much and you make me so happy" I told him.
"Do you know what cuckolding is?" Paul asked.
"Yeah, why is that what you're thinking. You want me to cheat on you?" I asked
"No, not cheat you have my blessing to have sex with who ever you want" he told me.
"I been doing alot of reading. I think I want a Female Led Marriage" he told me. He then sent me a link to a web site. "Read it, think about it" he said then started to drive. I sat back and started to read. It was less then a week to our wedding and he wanted some crazy marriage.
It was a two hour drive and I read the whole time about female empowerment. And the husband taking the wifely duties in a marriage.
"Do you want me to make you a sissy?" I asked at one point.
"No, but it would be okay if you wanted me to clean you after a man had you" he confessed.
"You want to eat cum? How about wear my panties?" I asked I didn't want him to answer I watched his cock throb to get the answers.
"I know you want me to fuck you in the ass. That is obvious" I told him.then went back to reading. When we got close about a mile away.
"Pull over" I told him I quickly pulled out his dick and sucked it he came rather quickly. I then kissed him and fed him his own cum. He didn't resist.
"Don't rinse it out, keep the taste till after we greet everyone let them smell spank on your breath. We had a great dinner and received the wedding gifts from the family. As I said family tradition. Paul had not drank anything but a bit of champagne from a toast.
"I don't want you drinking alcohol anymore unless I give it to you" I had told him. He agreed without any problem. Paul as loading the car with gifts. When my mom came up to us.
"Me and your father are going to stay at uncle Nick's tonight." She winked and kissed us both goodbye. I spent the ride home reading more about Female Led Marriage
"I think I like you to be like Georgia" I told Paul. We had joked about her in the past how she didn't have a thought unless Brent gave it to her. She was definitely the little house wife to her brother.
"And if you are going to be a proper beta husband I will expect you to be proper not just to me bit to my friends and family." I told him as I learned more. It was late when we arrived home. I still made Paul carry in all the packages. As I got ready for bed. Paul still wore the plug.
"How does your ass feel? Does it help you to remember your place ? Is that why you wanted to wear it?" I asked him he didn't answer
"You will have to learn to answer me" I told him.
He stopped.
"Sorry, it makes me excited" he told me.
"Would you like to try pegging?" I asked
"He looked down at the floor and shuffled his feet. This was not the man I thought I knew only two weeks ago.
"Maybe" was all he said.
"Disapline is an important part of a marriage" I mentioned he looked at me and swallowed hard. "I don't think I want to lock you in chastity. But I can't have you sneaking off to touch yourself" I told him.
"Now go remove the plug and get ready for bed." He happily went off do as he was told.
Paul was making me breakfast when I woke up. He wore my mother's apron. I pulled out his cock and jerked him off as he served me breakfast. I caught his cum in a cup. And bought it to his lips.
"I will make you clean up all my lovers cum" I told him as I made him drink his own cum. We spent the morning establishing rules.
He agreed to a very strick diet and exercise routine he would look the part of my strong husband even if he was to be my bitch. He would wear panties whenever I had a date. Or whenever I wished. He agreed to all domestic chores. He would learn to do them as I wished them done. I didn't have sex with Paul again telling he had to wait till after the wedding. I didn't even let him see me naked.
(Paul)
The night before the wedding Beth spent the night at the Matron of Honors house. In the morning I was woken by Kerry.
"Beth wanted me to give you this to wear today." I sat up in the bed. I had shaved my body hair close. But not shaved I was to keep it neat. This included my pits and legs. Kerry noticed. I looked at the pile of clothes Kerry had just handed me. It was pink satin panties with a set of stockings and garter.
"Beth has told me about your marriage arrangements" Kerry smiled. I blushed and couldn't look at her.
"Get up I will help you get ready before Bill gets up." Kerry told me. She waited as I showered and shaved. She made sure I put on the stockings and panties properly then put on my tux.
"I invited Beth's ex boyfriend Mark to the wedding" Kerry told me. I thanked her.
The day went smooth Beth even danced with her ex Mark. Other then the champagne toast I didn't have a single drink. Even when my brother bought me a shot.
"I am so proud of you" Beth told me as we danced. "I am going to disappear for a little while. You will have to make excuses" don't worry. Mom will help" she told me kissed me on the cheek and left. lynn her best friend left with her to make it seem like they went off together. I also noticed Mark was missing. Kerry grabbed my arm and danced with me.
"Beth is consumating your marrage" she told me. We told everyone Beth wasn't felling well. As soon as she returned we said our goodbyes. Since Beth was a bit under the weather. In the limo she closed the privacy screen and spread her legs. I lifted her dress and buried my face in her used pussy, she wore no panties. Mark had kept them as a survivor.
"Tonight I am going to consmate our marriage in a way it will actually be." She pulled out a strapon cock and showed it to me. I went back to licking her clean until we reached the hotel. We where to catch a plane in the morning. I wondered if I would be wearing panties for that as well.
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janicho88 · 9 months
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When It All Falls Apart- Chapter 5
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Pairing- Jensen x Padalecki Reader
Word count- 5,709
Warnings- Some language. Jensen isn't the best boyfriend. I warned before this started posting it would contain angst, if you need another reminder, here it is. If I missed something let me know!
A/N-You all knew this part was coming sooner or later, some of you even called for it. Starting with this chapter, we'll start to see things from Jensen's side also. A little off canon, SPN ended after 10 years. We still got all the characters in during that time though. Thank you to @writercole and @leigh70 for your help with this. You two are amazing!!
Summary-Y/N Padalecki loved acting on Supernatural.  Working alongside your older brother and your boyfriend, but after ten seasons the guys have chosen to hang up the guns.  Now the three of you are moving on to other projects, but that’s all that needs to change right?  While you have moved to Austin to be closer to your family and boyfriend, Jensen is working elsewhere.  Distance is only the start of your troubles.
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Jensen takes the rare opportunity to sleep in Sunday morning and is the last one down to breakfast.  His sister and her husband Jeremy have already arrived and are sitting at the table with his parents.
“Did someone have a late night?” Mackenzie teases him.
“Not too bad.  Just taking advantage of catching up on some sleep,” he answers with a yawn.
“What did you and Y/N do yesterday?” his mom asks him.
“I didn’t see her yesterday.  I was meeting with Steve, and we had a few people to go see.  Trying to work out deals for a project.”
“What did she do then?” his mom tries again.
“Not a clue, I didn’t talk to her yesterday.  I was kind of busy.  Why the sudden interest in her day?”
He is filling his coffee cup and doesn’t see the looks exchanged around the table.
“Is everything alright with you two?” His dad questions.
“It’s fine.”
“Yeah, sounds like it,” he doesn’t hear his sister mutter.
Josh and his family arrive after breakfast, while Jensen is upstairs showering.  He misses the kids and his brother coming in to wish his dad a ‘Happy Father’s Day.’  When Jensen comes back down everyone is sitting in the living room with the kids playing in the middle of the floor.  He takes his phone out to take a picture of his nephews and notices a missed text from Gen, making a note to read it later, he snaps a few shots of the boys.
His family asks him questions about work, and what he has been up to.  He inquires about each of them.  They grill out for a late lunch before he has to leave for the airport.  His mom walks out to the rental car with him.
“You’re sure everything is alright?  You aren’t hiding something so we won’t worry?”
“No, it’s all fine mom.”
“Even with Y/N?”
“Yeah. I do have to get going to catch my flight.  It was good to see all of you.”
“I’m glad you could make it home, even for a short visit.  Your dad enjoyed seeing all of you for Father’s Day.”
He’s double checking his suitcase for his passport and not really listening to his mom at the moment, “Yeah, sure I’ll try and make it home then.”
“What?” Donna asks.
Finding his passport, Jensen stands to give his mom one last hug.  “Good to see all of you.  Take care, love you ma.”
While sitting on the plane waiting for the rest of the passengers to load, Jensen takes out his phone and lazily scrolls through it.  He remembers the message he missed from Gen early and opens that conversation, checking the date, he sees it is actually from yesterday.
‘Did you forget something today Ackles?????????????’
“I don’t know Gen, did I forget something?” he mutters to himself, while just replying with question marks of his own.
 Next he pulls up Instagram, it takes him a moment to realize he is seeing multiple posts about Father’s Day.
‘It’s not Father’s Day,’ he thinks to himself, ‘that’s not until the middle of June.”
There is a voice over the intercom telling all passengers to turn off electronics before Jensen has a chance to think more about the holiday or the date.  He goes over the next script for ‘The Boys’ and notes from the meetings with Steve the day before, never giving the date another thought. 
Your Sunday is spent with your parents and Jared’s family.  You and Gen get up to make a big breakfast for everyone.  Tom has homemade cards for his dad and grandpa he places on the table.  Your mom comes down, and helps the two of you finish it all up.
Jared and your dad take Tom out to the park for some male bonding time after breakfast.  Gen, your mom and yourself move to the living room.
 While they are talking babies you excuse yourself to go for a walk.  You are hoping it will help all the thoughts running around your head.  You pass Jensen’s house and pause.  You can’t help but think that he has already started to move on without you.  You’re the one who just hasn’t caught up with the times yet.
On Monday, Jared and Gen have meetings for Walker, so you are hanging out with Tom.   You are used to working twelve to fourteen hour days on set, but somehow this little man wears you out more than those do.  The two of you play outside on the swing set, he has you chase him during a long game of tag, you’re in the pool and back inside rolling toy cars around on the floor.  When your sister-in-law returns you happily hand your nephew back.
Jensen is on set Tuesday, when Jack is talking to some of the other cast members about his parents’ visit over the weekend.  
“They haven’t been to Toronto in awhile and decided to use visiting for Father’s Day as an excuse to come up this weekend.”
“If they were coming for Father’s Day, why did they come this past weekend?” Jensen asks him.
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A few people turn and look at him. “Father’s Day was this past weekend,” Chase tells him.
“No, it wasn’t, it couldn’t have been.”
Others are also confirming this.  Jensen doesn’t have his phone with him, or his watch on.  
“What’s the date?” he asks his cast mates.
“21st of June.  Everything all right mate?” Karl asks sitting across the board from him.
“Son of a bitch,” Jensen yells out, “I missed Y/N’s birthday.  It was the 18th.”
He gets up from his chair to head to his trailer where his phone is to call you, but is called to set before he has the chance to get very far.  It’s after 2 am before they wrap for the night, he’s beat just going straight home and falling asleep.
He forgot to set his alarm before collapsing in bed, when he rolls over Wednesday morning and looks at the clock he has to move it.   He has maybe ten minutes before he needs to be leaving the apartment for set.  
Once he arrives he is sent straight to hair and makeup before being ushered to wardrobe.  His PA takes his bag back to his trailer for him.  When they break for lunch he is in the middle of a discussion with Karl and Anthony that completely distracts him.  He makes a quick stop by his trailer before he has to be back on set.  Pulling his phone out of his bag he sees a missed call from you.
“Son of a bitch, I still haven’t talked to her,” he growls out.  He tries calling back, but just reaches your voicemail. He hangs up and throws his phone back in the bag before returning to set.
Wednesday, you finally relent and call Jensen. He never has time to talk long so you make the call on your way to the studio to redo some voice over work for the Netflix show that just wrapped. You shouldn’t be surprised that it ends up going straight to voicemail.  The plane ticket you received for your birthday is to fly out Friday morning, you figure you should probably tell Jensen you are coming up.  Who knows, maybe just showing up would actually get you some time with him.  Leaving your phone in the car you walk into the studio.
Coming back to your car two hours later, you check your phone for messages before leaving the parking lot.  You have to reread the name when you see you have a missed call from Jensen, it’s rare he calls you back this quick lately or even at all.  Hitting the call button you once again get his voicemail, this time you leave a message.
“Hey Jay, I just wanted to tell you Jared and Gen got me a ticket to fly up to Toronto.  I’ll be landing around 2:30 Friday afternoon.  I’ll talk to you later, have a good day.”
Getting back to your brother’s place you are busy the rest of the night.  The two of them went out with a friend of Gen’s and you volunteered to watch Tom.  The little man has a lot of energy to burn tonight.  When you finally get him down, you start going through clothes in your room to take with you this weekend.
In Toronto, Jensen has finally wrapped for the night.  Today’s scenes were a bit…well, what one would come to expect from The Boys.  There is a knock on his trailer door as he’s finishing changing out of his costume.  Chase and Jack are on the other side.
“Hey, we’re going out with Karl for a drink after that mess.  You in?”
“Definitely, let me grab my bag,” he tells them.
One drink turns into a couple and they are out for a few hours.   In the cab on the way back to his place, Jensen pulls out his phone to check his call time for the next day.  Seeing a voicemail message, he tells himself he’ll listen to it tomorrow when he’s in better shape.  Clearing the notification he checks his calendar before turning off the phone. 
Thursday has a noon call time, and sees them filming until two in the morning on location.  It was almost four am before he got to bed.  Walking up after ten the next morning he has a new voicemail notification.  He listens to the call from the director on a schedule change for the weekend.  Because Eric is going to be in town for a few days and they want the big man on set for the shooting of certain scenes, they are going to be moved up to this weekend. 
Then his phone tells him he has a missed message. “Who'd I miss?” he mumbles to himself.  When he hears your message, his eyes go wide in surprise, “crap.”
Just as he’s hanging up from the voicemail, the phone rings with your name popping up.
“Hey pretty girl,”
“Hi Jay, how are you?”
“Fine, tired.  I just got your message.  Are you sure you really want to?”
He hears the tired sigh you let out, “I’m at the airport, waiting for the plane.  If you don’t want me to come up there, tell me now.”
“I don’t know how much time I’ll have to spend with you.”
“We aren’t spending any time together currently, whatever I can get this weekend is better than that.”  You just hear him groan over the line.  “If you want me to call Jared to come pick me back up I will.”
“No.  When do you get in?”
“The plane’s scheduled to land around 2:40, then I have to clear customs.”
“I have to be on set, I’m not going to be able to meet you.”
“Okay, I can take a cab over to the studio.”
“No, just come back to the apartment. I’ll leave a spare key in an envelope with the receptionist,” he tells you.
“Okay.  See you soon. Love you.”
“Yeah, love ya.”
His head falls back against the pillow as he hangs up.  His easy weekend is now going to be a bit more complicated. 
At the airport in Austin, you sit back against the hard seat with a sigh.  This was off to a rocky start and the plane hasn’t even boarded yet.  Thankfully the flight itself was an easy one.  After making your way through customs you exit the building to try and find a cab.  
When you arrive at his apartment building, you need to show your ID in order to pick up the envelope he left with the key.  The doorman shows you up, at least Jensen remembered to tell him you were coming before he left.  
Opening the apartment door, you take a look around.  It’s fairly empty, but you shouldn’t be surprised.  Jensen is only going to have this place a few months. You take your suitcase down the hall, you think this is the way to the bedroom.  It’s the second door you try.  There is a photo of you and Jensen on his nightstand, it gives you some hope seeing it there. Taking a few things out of your bag, you then explore the apartment.  It’s a little bit of a mess, so you spend some time tidying it up.  The fridge is empty, so you go down to inquire about the nearest grocery store.  It isn’t too far away, so you decide to walk over.  With your hands full, you take a cab back to the apartment.
There are a few items to put away in the cupboard, you make a few meals to freeze that Jensen can thaw later, then prepare pasta, salad and bread for dinner.  All this time you haven’t heard a word from Jay, not even checking that you made it in alright. You send a text asking if he knows how late he’ll be working, but don’t receive a response. 
By eight, you fix yourself a plate for dinner and eat alone at the table. Putting the rest away, you curl up on the couch, and find a movie on Netflix.  It’s after eleven when the door opens and Jensen finally comes in.  Getting up from the couch, you go over to greet him.
“Hey honey,” you say before leaning up to kiss him.
“Hi babe.” He gives you a quick kiss before pulling away. “I need a shower.”
He rejoins you in the living room ten minutes later, sitting next to you on the couch.  
“There’s some pasta in the fridge, if you would like me to heat some up for you?”
“I’m good, we ate on set.”
“Okay.  Do you have anything going on tomorrow?”
“I’ve got a 10 am call time.  Should go till 8 or so.”
You just nod in response. It’s been awhile since you’ve had his arm wrapped around you, and you are just going to enjoy that for now.  The movie on the screen ends and you suggest going to bed hoping to feel more than his arm around your shoulders tonight.
You come out of the bathroom ready for bed in a new lace chemise, and find your boyfriend sound asleep.  Grabbing one of his old t-shirts from your bag, you turn around to go back to change.
The next morning Jensen is up before you are.  You find him out at the kitchen counter with a cup of coffee and what looks like a script.
“Morning, do you want breakfast before you leave?”
“No, I already had something. But thanks.”
“Can I come to set with you today? Hang out in between scenes with you?”
“No, they don’t like other people on set.  Don’t want any secrets getting out.”
“Oh, yeah, sure. I guess I’ll go explore the city then.  Text me when you’re done, we can maybe grab a late dinner somewhere?”
“Yeah, sure.”
“Do you film tomorrow?”
“No, it’s just going over some choreography for fight scenes on Tuesday.”
“So it should be a shorter day?”
“Hopefully.  Chase, Karl and I have a tee time at 2.”
“Great.”  You’re only here for a few days, but getting a round of golf in takes precedence apparently.
Once Jensen leaves for work you pull out your phone to find something to entertain yourself with today.   You decide to start the day at Ripley’s Aquarium of Canada.  
The tour of the aquarium takes you first to the Dangerous Lagoon overlook.  There you see sharks, turtles, eels and sawfish.  A sign says it is the largest exhibit at the aquarium, and has around 2.9 million liters of water.  From there you enter the Discovery Center which has interactive exhibits and features Zebra and Blacktip Reef Sharks along with Clownfish.  The Canadian Waters and Kelp Forest are next where you see octopus, lobsters, Cod, Wolf Eel, and Paddlefish.  
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On the lower level of the aquarium you see the Rainbow Reef which recreates the coral seas of the Pacific.  Planet Jellies has various breeds of jellyfish. The Ray-Bay is home to five types of stingrays and the Bonnethead Shark.  A sign says that back on the main level you can pet the rays at the top of the tank. 
Back up top, you stroll through the gallery area next.  This is home to Electric Eels, Seahorses, Piranhas, Pufferfish and Mudskippers.  A quick tour of the gift shop and you are on your way out.
The aquarium is right near the base of the CN Tower.  Being so close, you couldn’t pass that up. The tower was completed in 1976 and stands 1,815.5 feet tall.
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Getting off the elevators at the observation level you are currently 1,136 feet off the ground. The glass floor lets you look to the ground 114 stories below.  You go up to the Skypod which is 33 stories above the main observation level.  It is the highest observation platform in the Western Hemisphere.  You can see all the way to New York and Niagara Falls from here. You can also feel the building swaying a lot more up here. You hear a guide mention the antenna above the Skypods gets hit by lightning an average of 75 times a year.  The mix of the swaying and lightning are enough to send you back down to ground level.
You grab a light lunch and walk over to High Park to sit and enjoy it.  Finishing your lunch you take a walk down one of the nature trails.  Walking alone your thoughts drift to Jensen.  Once again today, you haven’t heard from him at all.  You are right here in his town and he can’t seem to spare you any time.
That afternoon you end up strolling through the CF Toronto Eaton Centre Mall.  It is a huge shopping center with more than 250 stores.  In your current mood nothing there really grabs your attention.  
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By seven you are on your way back to Jensen’s apartment to get cleaned up to have dinner with him.   At 8:30 you send a text asking if he was going to be getting off soon. Almost an hour later, you receive a reply.
Jensen 💗-On my way back
You-Do you still want to go out and grab dinner?
Jensen💗-No
Alrighty then.  You pull leftovers out of the fridge and start warming them up for dinner.  When he walks in, you just about have everything ready to go.
“Hey honey, if you want to shower first, dinner is almost ready.”
“I already ate.”
“What?”
“It was a rough shoot, I went out and grabbed a drink with Karl, Jack and Anthony.  We ordered some food there.”
He heads off to the bathroom, and you just stare after him.  “Well thanks for telling me,” you mutter after him.
No longer hungry you put everything away once more.  Entering the bedroom you change into sweats and sit down on the corner of the couch.  It isn’t long until Jensen returns, he collapses in the middle of the couch.
“What a day.  Anything Kripke was unable to throw at us during Supernatural is sure finding its way out now.”
“Hmm.”
“This season is going to be so sick.”
You don’t respond, just keep your eyes straight ahead on the television.
“What’s your problem?” He turns his head to look at you.
“What’s going on with us?” you ask.
“What do you mean?”
“I feel like I don’t matter to you any more.  We rarely talk anymore.”
“We’re talking right now, or I was trying to but you’re ignoring me.”
“I thought we were going to do something tonight, but you went out with your friends while I was waiting for you.  You could have at least let me know what was going on.”
“It’s been a long couple of days, I don’t want to fight with you.  I’m going to bed.”
You watch him leave, biting your lip, you rest your head back against the couch trying not to cry.  That did not go the way you wanted it to at all. Going into the extra bedroom you grab a folded blanket off the unmade bed, and bring it back to the couch, planning on sleeping there tonight.  The television keeps you company, while your mind replays everything.  
The next morning, the sound of cupboard doors slamming around wakes you up.  Stretching as you sit up, you notice Jensen moving around the kitchen.  He looks over at you when he sees you move, but doesn’t say anything. He leaves a short time later. 
You don’t feel like doing much of anything today.  You hang out around the apartment watching Hallmark.  Why does everything always work out for them?
Around four, you get a text from Jensen that says he has something with the cast.  Another night alone, fabulous.  Why did you even bother coming?  Changing into presentable clothes you head out to find some food, getting into the elevator you are shocked at who you see.
“Eric, hi.”
“Y/N, how are you?  I wasn’t sure if you were in town or not this weekend.”
“Yeah, I just got in on Friday, staying a few days.  Doing alright, how are you?
“Good, are you coming to dinner?”
“What?”
“A bunch of the crew is going for dinner.  Aren’t you going to meet Ackles? I’ll give you a lift.”
His phone rings and you don’t get a chance to reply.  Getting off the elevator you follow him outside, planning to still go off on your own.  When the car pulls up, he waves you inside.  His phone call lasts almost the whole way to the restaurant, even though he keeps attempting to end it.  He is finally able to put it down just before the car pulls into the parking lot.
“Sorry about that.  Everything is a huge problem to some of the network execs.  Talking with Jared, I thought you were going to be here this weekend, but then I never saw you around set with Jensen.”
“He told me I couldn’t come with him.  Are you sure I can be here tonight?  Jensen didn’t invite me.”
“I would have let you on set, no problem. Yes, you are more than welcome to join us tonight.  Have you met anyone yet?”
“Just Karl.”
You follow him through the restaurant, when he arrives at the large table he calls out, “look who I found on my way here.”
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Your eyes are on Jensen who has Claudia’s arm around his shoulders as she is whispering in his ear.
“Hey!” Karl yells, “where have you been hiding?”
He gets up to give you a hug, Jensen gives you a questioning look, while everyone else just stares.  Eric looks around the table and asks a passing waiter for one more place setting and chair.
“I’ve been hanging out around the apartment, explored Toronto yesterday,” you finally answer Karl’s question.
“So you come all the way up here, and don’t even visit the set?  Should we be hurt?” Karl’s last question is directed at Kripke.
“What are you doing here?” Jensen interrupts them.
“Are you going to introduce us, Eric?” Anthony questions at the same time.
“I ran into Eric in the elevator, and he invited me to come along,” you answer Jensen.
“Why didn’t you bring her?” Eric asks your boyfriend, who just shrugs in response.
“Some of us still don’t know what’s going on,” Jack calls out.
“This is Y/N Padalecki, this lovely lady was Ali Black on Supernatural,” Eric introduces you.
“She also has horrible taste in men, because she’s dating that brute,” Karl tells them as he points to Jensen.
Anthony, Karen, Jack, Erin and Chase all stand up to greet you.  A chair is added next to Jensen as everyone but Claudia scoots down to make room for you.  
After the group has ordered, Karl looks at you from across the table.  “How long are you here for?”
“I have a flight out tomorrow afternoon.”
“We have some fight sequences to finalize in the mornin’, are you coming to tour the set?” He asks. 
“I don’t know,” you look over at Jensen, who has remained silent.
As time goes on you notice that Claudia seems to keep touching Jensen, her hand is on her arm, his thigh, and shoulder.  ‘Really girl’ you think ‘right in front of me?’
Erin asks about what you have going on now with Supernatural over.  You tell her about Walker.  Jensen seems agitated next to you, you finally turn and ask if he’s alright.  Instead of answering he stands up and nods for you to join him out in the hall.
“I can’t believe you got Eric to bring you along,” Jensen harshly whispers to you.
“It wasn’t my intention, I just ran into him when I got in the elevator.”
“I don’t understand what your problem is.”
“What are you talking about?”
“The attitude you had last night, sleeping on the couch,  now putting yourself in the middle of a cast get together.  What are you trying to do?”
“When did you become such an asshole? Maybe playing Soldier Boy has gone to your head. If you don’t want me here, and it’s such a big deal to have me here, I’ll leave.”
With that you turn back toward the room to grab your purse.  You expect Jensen to stop you, but he never does. The waiter is coming back in and you quietly ask him to cancel your order.  Before walking out the door, you turn back to the table.
“It was nice meeting you all.  I’m sorry, but I have to be going.  Enjoy the rest of your night.”  With that you turn and leave.
Eric is right behind you, he can’t get your attention so he grabs your arm once you step outside.
“Hey, what’s going on?”
“Nothing, I just have to go.”
“Y/N, I’ve known you a long time.  I can see you’re upset, and you’re barely holding back tears.”  He looks around for a moment before spotting a bench.  “Come sit down for a minute.”
“I’ll be alright, you should get back inside,” you try to tell him.
“Not until you tell me what’s going on.”
You know he isn’t going to let go, with a sigh you start talking.  “Things with Jensen and I haven’t been going so great lately.  He barely answers my calls or texts.  I don’t know the last time he even called or texted me to start a conversation.  Gen thought it might be good for us if I came up here and we spent some time together.  I’ve still barely seen him.”
You take a deep breath to try and get yourself back under control, but you can’t help the tears sliding down your face.  “I’m afraid our relationship might have run its course, and I don’t mean anything to him any more.  I’m just someone he used to have around because I was convenient.”
“Oh Y/N,  I’m so sorry you are feeling like this.  I don’t know what’s going on with him, but I know you always meant a lot to him,” Eric tries to comfort you.
“Used to. I can’t keep going like this, the last month has been rough.  I tried to talk to him last night and that didn’t go over well.  Now he’s mad that I’m here.  When things were good with us, he would have been the first one up to give me a hug.  He would have been the one introducing me to his new cast mates, not you and Karl.  We would have spent any free time he had together, going for a drink or golfing with the guys wouldn’t have been more important.”
“I’m sorry, you don’t deserve to be treated like that,” Eric says softly.  You can tell he is a bit out of his comfort zone here.
You nod your head, you know what you have to do and your heart is crumbling into pieces.  Turning in your seat you give Eric a hug.  “Thanks for everything Eric.  Will you do me a favor and keep an eye on him for me?”
“Anything for you.  I won’t let him get into too much trouble tonight.”
You bite your lip and wipe the tears off your face, “I don’t just mean tonight.”
It takes Eric a second, but after all you’ve just said, he understands what you mean.  “I will, you take care of yourself.  He gives you a hug before hailing you a cab and returning inside.
You stare out the window during the ride back to the apartment.  When you return you start packing up your things.  After your bag is ready you pull out your phone looking for a flight out.  You aren’t sure you could make any that are leaving tonight, so you change it to one leaving at 6:10 am.  Sitting on the couch you wait for Jensen to return.
Over an hour later he finally walks through the door. You stand up as he sets his keys down on the counter.
“We need to talk,” you tell him. softly
“We do.  What were you thinking trying to insert yourself like that?  I’m still new here, I can’t have you pushing your way in the middle of things, or asking for special tours around set.  What are they going to think?”
“As I told you earlier, I didn’t ask Eric to bring me along, I was going out to find my own dinner and ran into him when I was going to do that.  He told me to come along, and that it was alright.  Karl asked about me taking a tour, I didn’t push for one.”
“I can’t afford to have you rocking the boat here.”
“You don’t have to worry about that, I’m done.  I can’t…I can’t do whatever this has become anymore.” You gesture between the two of you.
That catches Jensen’s attention, and he notices your packed bag next to the couch. “What are you talking about?  Where are you going?”
“What I started to try and talk to you about last night.  I don’t know what’s happened to us, but I can’t take it anymore.  I’ve changed my flight to leave earlier.  I feel like I am the only one trying to hold this together anymore.  Right now you’re more worried about making a bad impression on people you’ve worked with for a few months, then about me.  You barely answer when I call or text you.  Any of our limited conversations anymore revolve around you, I doubt you could tell me what I have going on in my life lately.”    
“That’s not true, you’re filming that…um…that…”
“The Netflix series?  Maid, about a single mom fleeing from abuse and trying to make it with her child. We wrapped a few weeks ago.  I told you that in Chicago.”
“You’re getting ready for Walker then.”  
“You’re grasping at straws, Jens.”
“I don’t understand why you want to end things?  What was the point of coming up here?  Was it just to break up?  Did you meet someone else?”
You shake your head, not believing what is coming out of his mouth.  “I came up here to see if there was any way we could save our relationship.  But when spending time with you cast mates, who are here with you everyday, is more important than me who you have barely seen, I have my answer.  If you really need an answer to the last question it’s no.  Honestly, going by all the pictures online, and dinner tonight, I should be the one asking that.  But I know you better than that.  At least I used to.”
“What’s that supposed to mean?”
“I don’t know when I became so unimportant to you,  something that could just be tossed aside when I wasn’t useful.”
He looks at you in shock. “That’s not true and you know it.”  
“I really don’t, not anymore.  With everything going on in your life, there isn’t time for me.  A backseat is okay once in a while, but it’s not a place I’m willing to stay.”
 “What are you talking about?”
“Your career is really taking off, and I can’t keep up with everything.  We don’t even live in the same county anymore.  I just don’t fit in your life anymore, and I deserve better than what I’m getting.”
“Everything I do is for us.”
“You really going with that? After how you treated me this weekend?  How you’ve been treating me the last few months?”
“Any girl would be happy to be in your place.”
“I don’t know when you became this self absorbed asshole, but that’s not the guy I fell in love with, the guy I planned my future with.  I’m sorry Jensen, but I can’t take the hurt and loneliness that have come from this relationship anymore.  I don’t want to cry myself to sleep over us another night, or wonder when you’re going to feel like talking to me again.” 
“After everything I did for us, if you think it’s really so bad to be dating me, then there is no reason to drag this out,” he spits out, his anger rising.  “Make sure to be out of the house before I get back to Texas.”
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You give a small shake of your head, “if you knew how things were going with me.  You would know I’ve been staying at my brother’s house because I wasn’t comfortable alone in yours.  I don’t have much left there, it will be out soon.”   
You grab your bag and head for the door, stopping before you open it.  “I did love you, you meant the world to me.  I told Jared no matter what happens between us, I didn’t want it to affect your friendship.  I wish you the best Jens, and I really am happy for you and everything that’s coming your way.  I just wish there was still room for me in your world.”  Taking one last look at your now ex, you quickly exit the apartment.
Thank you for reading!
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Hey guys, sorry I've been away. I had an ear that was bothering me when I was building that fast food place. Stayed with it for two weeks, then went to the walk-in.
They flushed my ear out (first time had that happen), had no infection either. But my blood pressure was sky high. They checked it 3 times and told me I needed to go to the hospital.
Long story short, today I was diagnosed with High Blood Pressure and Diabetes.
Mentally I'm really struggling to take everything in, but my mother's been a diabetic for 33 years so I know all about it growing up and also living with my mom since my parents divorced (way back then).
Some may know my dad passed away from stomach cancer about a year and a half ago. It's been hard dealing with that, amongst other things in my life, and now I've got more to deal with.
I'll be fine, but sometimes when I get very stressed with stuff in life I end up forgetting to take care of myself the way I should.
I'm still around and all, but I'm afraid of a lot of things. My mom is this strong as hell independent chick since the moment I came into this world 36 years ago -- hell, since she had my brother 43 years ago. Maybe even long before that. She keeps telling me I've got to be strong and I know she's right.
I feel like the older I get the more worried I become about things. Losing my dad didn't make it any better, but I'll manage to handle that as best as I can.
Thankfully (and unfortunately) diabetes for me genetically plays a part, but I also love home cooked meals and healthy foods, I just got carried away with everything else I shouldn't have been eating or drinking and I stopped working where I was for 10 years that kept me on my feet and doing 10,000 steps a day.
I already hate myself or beat myself up for a week already, but I know I shouldn't do that. Anybody can get high blood pressure and/or diabetes no matter if they're a health nut or they aren't. Regardless of how much they way as well.
I really wish I could call my dad up and say hey, dad! Like I normally would. Chat with him about anything and everything, including tech stuff (since he worked as an IT guy for 30 years), or even Harrison Ford being in a new movie since he loved watching him in movies, too -- but I can't. I think a lot of me being afraid is because I haven't got my dad reassuring me when I need it the most.
I'm usually someone who doesn't feel down. I guess I've spent so many years just holding the stress inside or hiding it because I never wanted help or someone to ask me how I was doing -- and there's been a lot of stresses since I was 15 years old.
I'm pretty down now though. I pretty much just wonder how I got where I am and how much of it was my fault and how much wasn't.
Since I left my job two years ago, nothing has gone right in my life. My dad got sick with stomach cancer and then he died within 5 months. I am struggling to make my small handmade business work. There are other family issues going on indirectly to me, but are in my immediate family so I am around the stress and trying to help others deal with it, and now I've got my health to deal with and worry about.
I know I'm not the only one either. I knew what I would be diagnosed with, but I didn't say it. I've been checking my blood pressure and pricking my finger to check my sugar level for a whole week on my mother's machines. But I wanted to wait until after my appointment today with my new PCP who I will be seeing regularly now, which will also hopefully help calm my fear of doctors (I've had every day of my life since birth -- took 5 nurses to hold me down once JUST to get a culture test for strep throat. When I say all my life -- I mean, ALL my life.)
Anyway, I shouldn't be upset and I sure as hell shouldn't cry because Lord knows I've been crying so many tears for awhile now, but right now I've got blurred vision from crying as I write this post and hope the eye doctor I have to go see since I have diabetes, doesn't tell me that I've damaged my eyes for good.
Anyway, if you read this -- thanks for reading this. I know I pretty much stick to Sims stuff all the time sprinkled in with my favorite movies / actors and not things like this, but I guess I just need some support because I never really had any my whole life and never thought I'd need it -- but I'm human like everyone else and I suppose, after all of this, I do need it.
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pianocat939 · 1 year
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Could we please get more of the yandere rottmnt with a younger sibling reader?
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Sure! I've been kinda laughing for a while now over some random shitposting haha.
Tw: mention of murder, overprotective behaviour, controlling behaviour, crack and fluff
Some Hcs with Yandere Turtles with Younger Sibling MC
(MC is a turtle mutant for those who don't know)
✦Ramona✦
As we all know, he's the mama of the group. That solo mission episode where Mikey got babied at times? Yeah take that but amp it up.
He likes to carry you around just so he knows where you are and what you're doing. He especially does this if you're in the Hidden City.
Works together with Mikey and Donnie to have a nutrition management system. Primarily because he has a habit of spoiling you.
Bedtime at 10. No questions asked.
"No, you are not going to stay up until 3 AM giggling at videos on social media. Now, bed."
Asian kids, you know how your mom/dad just walks in and randomly gives you cut-up fruits? That's him. Gives you a hug when he leaves.
You are not allowed to touch hot foods/containers, let big bro handle it.
✦Le' bottomsworth✦
The spoiler/rule breaker brother ig.
You need to buy/get something but aren't allowed to leave? He has you covered, just say the word and he's sassily homosexual walking over there.
Teaches you sword art when you guys are free. Lets you win before going in for the "kill".
If you can't sleep bcs it's too early/insomnia then he'll know. He teleports or pokes a head through and keeps you company.
"Yeah so um. Do you have any dirt on Donnie? I need something good to attack him with."
You guys break rules together. It pisses both Raph and Donnie.
Texts you memes at 3 AM with 13 emojis alongside.
If you ever speak about a friend he'll get jealous real quick. He'll start interrogating you and makes up his mind to frame them somehow.
He teaches you self-defense yet does everything to ensure he does most of the actual fighting. He's not risking it.
✦Da Hermione Granger but in Purple✦
Builds you a protective shell whether you like it or not. You will wear it at all times other than sleeping. Oh did I mention there's a camera on the back side?
I know siblings aren't supposed to have favorites but Donnie will have a personal beef meter with Leo. (Right? I'm an only child so idk)
"I'm the favorite. Why else would they come to me every day? Leo, you stand nothing against me."
Tries to teach you about his tech, not only because it's his special interest but so he can brag he's the better parental-brother (oh and favorites).
Loves playing video games with you.
If he doesn't like certain media on your phone/devices he'll eliminate them. Including some of the memes Leo sent.
Shares his playlist like it's the last thing on earth to do.
If you like an interest in something and he notices it he'll buy/invent stuff.
✦Mi Left Gripper✦
Aww, it's your twin. Welp time to activate clingy af.
He whines if he isn't in the same room as you, to the point Raph and Leo have to pry him off.
Loves cooking your favorite meals! It's his way of showing that he loves you so much and that everybody else should burn away.
Draws you a lot too. If you're an artist he likes exchanging art styles, portraits, anything really.
Freaks the fuck out if sees even the slightest inconvenience in front of you.
"OMIGOSH! YOU STUBBED YOUR TOE! DONNIE, EMERGENCY CALL!"
Do you like fashion? If so, please exchange outfits with him so he can take the clothing to his secret shrine of his adorable twin!
Will jump on top of you to wake you up.
✦All✦
No leaving the lair without a trusted member of the family.
Friends can only be friends after background checks and approval.
Daily head pats are a must.
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That was really on crack ok. Do you guys like the names I chose? I used all my brain cells for "Mi Left Gripper".
- Celina
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flaneurise · 1 year
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no chance in hell - chapter 4
pairing: f!reader x grayson hawthorne (rivals to lovers)
word count: 1591
warnings: some profanity
masterlist: here
a/n: this is my formal apology to all of you new (and og!) readers who've been giving me all the love on this fic. tbh life just caught up to me and i simply didn't have time to write. if you're still here and tuning in, ily! ik i say that every post but really and truly i do. thanks for sticking around and i hope you like this chapter! as always, this isn't beta edited so sorry for any errors :)
there was a dull ache in your chest the whole journey back to houston. entertaining the crazy possibility of it having anything to do with grayson was absolutely absurd and yet, that’s all you kept hearing from everyone around you. first, your parents, who were absolutely confused about finding out about the deal that was struck between you and grayson.
“seriously y/n? you think we can’t survive this? we’ve been through this once and we’ll go through it again - and so will the hawthornes. there was absolutely no need to do this with grayson,” your mother sighed, leaning back into a plush armchair in one of your family’s many seating rooms. “unless… do you have something to tell me y/n? maybe something that’ll explain why you’ve been off since you got back from LA?” she leaned forward.
you rolled your eyes, seeing where she was going with this. “no, mom. there’s nothing of the sort going on. he’s busy being the man of the house at the hawthorne mansion and i’m sure he has his hands full with avery,” you looked out to the cloudy sky, taking a sip of iced tea.. “probably literally too,” you grumbled. it was probably true, anyway. it had now been a few days since your return back to houston and not a single peep from that asshole. you couldn’t tell if you liked that he was giving you space or if he was being insufferable by not doing anything about it. while you were mad at him for having arrangements with alina, business was business and you had to respect that. but truth be told, it wasn’t alina that bothered you - you knew she was a product of her environment and was a bitch to protect herself, something even you could respect - but it was his lack of honesty. you expected better from him. 
“whatever it is, y/n, you should finish what you started. i’ve taught you better than that. the press think you two have broken up already. if you want to see this through, you need to be seen together. soon.” your mother gently laid a hand over yours. “i never wanted this for you - a life of lies, pretend, games… but you get what you get with the hawthornes. tobias was a force to be reckoned with and he made sure his grandsons are the same. actually - y/n - you should check on avery. poor girl’s been thrown into a completely new life and being the only girl in house full of teenage boys? she’ll need the support.” she advised.
as much as you wanted to take out your irritation on avery, you knew your mom was right. avery was innocent, unknowing to the rules and laws of the cutthroat world of the hawthornes. a plan clicking into place, you decided to head over to your beloved’s, plan set to work.
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after having the hawthorne security team green-light your entry, you walked into the entrance room and looked around the familiar place. distant memories of chasing grayson and then younger jameson around tickled the back of your mind. xan, to be really honest, was your favourite. not that you’d ever admit it. hearing of your arrival, you could hear xan’s footsteps picking up in pace to come to a dramatic halt in front of you.
“y/n! it’s only been 10 days, 54 minutes, and 29 seconds since we last met. truly a disgrace! and you never even mentioned that you’ll soon be a hawthorne,” he teased, leaning in for a hug. you squeezed him tight. being the youngest in a group of ruthless brothers couldn’t be easy but when you were as smart as xan, it balanced out.
“i missed you, idiot. don’t joke about me taking your name. even if i were to get married to your cretin brother, he’d be taking my last name, not the other way around.” xander scoffed in mock offence. you linked arms with him and began leading the way to the left, towards the east wing. “now, do tell. i’m here for avery. i want to chat with her, meet her, get to know how she’s doing.”
“before you do that, y/n. could you clarify what you meant by ‘he’d be taking my last name, not the other way around’. because last i checked, hawthorne sounds supremely better than y/l/n.” grayson’s voice behind you sent chills down your spine. 
you tried to hide the shudder that ran through your body after not having heard his voice in a hot minute. xander wouldn’t let it go if you didn’t swallow it down. without turning around you quipped, “it’s okay to be wrong, grayson, welcome to the new normal since we’re dating and all.” you heard a short chuckle with footsteps following you.
xander barked a laugh before opening the door in front you, apparently leading to where avery currently was. “your highness,” he gave a dramatic curtsy. laughing, you playfully pushed him up before walking in. stopping abruptly, you spun around and blocked the doorway. 
“let me innnnnnnn,” xan whined. a singular eyebrow arched on grayson’s otherwise perfect face behind him. he was intrigued. 
“nope. girl’s time.” you grinned, knowing they would hate you for this. shutting the door in their faces, you turned back around, only to see avery’s wide eyed gaze already watching you.
you flicked imaginary dirt off yourself and your tasteful flared jeans and cropped sweater. hardly houston-weather friendly for this time in the year, but fashion was always a worthy sacrifice. locking eyes again, you smiled, unable to take her innocent expression seriously. 
“hi avery - i didn’t mean to corner you in here. xan and gray have a way of meddling in things that don’t need any testosterone, and this happens to be one of those times.” you quickly looked around the room, noting it to be one of tobias’ many libraries. you felt a flicker of approval hum inside you.
“hi, y/n.” a beat passed. avery was still sat in the same armchair she was settled in when you entered, watching you sit across from her. “xander’s been constantly talking to me about you. aren’t you grayson’s girlfriend?” her eyes seem to assess you, but you didn’t feel attacked, despite the twinge of want when she said gray’s name. tobias would only choose someone intelligent and worthy of his will.
“well, yes and no. publicly i am, but privately i’m not. it’s a ploy, really, to keep them distracted off your case and to let you have some room to breathe. i imagine you’re starting school with jameson and xan next week?” you inquired. you didn’t want to discuss gray if you could help it.
“i’m still trying to wrap my mind around it, but i guess xander mentioned it yesterday?” she huffed a short laugh. “it feels ridiculous here. surrounded by all this money? and it’s just normal? i’m an imposter,” she confessed.
you leaned back, relaxing into your chair. hearing her confess something so honest this quick was a good sign, a sign she was genuine and wanted your help. “i have to be honest, avery. i don’t know why he chose you. but i know this: he would only choose someone intelligent and worthy of it.” you looked away, feeling unhelpful. “i know it feels crazy and overwhelming. and i hate to break it to you, living with the hawthornes isn’t going to make it any easier. but that’s precisely why i’m here.” you paused for a second, realising how ridiculous and serious you sounded.
“i sound like i’m about to recruit you into the secret service.” both of you laughed. “none of that, okay? as a fellow girl who’s grown up with these idiots, i know what it’s like. if you’re ever feeling lost or just bored, i’m right there. literally. i live next door.” you winked. despite only being 2 years older, the role of an older sister felt natural, fluid, even. this seemed to comfort avery as she smiled back, a genuine one this time.
a few hours later, and the two of you were sick from giggling at stories from your childhood with the hawthorne boys. as you headed to the kitchen for dinner, grayson almost materialised from nowhere in one of the hallways, silently guaging the two of you together. 
“take a picture, i heard they last longer,” you retorted, once you felt his gaze linger on you for too long. you could basically hear avery’s smirk next to you.  
“good thing you’re feeling better. i was worried our deal was off,” he replied drily. you rolled your eyes, about to cross him for your quest for dinner, only to feel him catch your wrist. you turned to mouth him off, but he beat you to it.
“avery. left and keep walking straight. xan will find you.” his eyes never left yours for even a second. you couldn’t help but meet his piercing gaze, unable to look away. you heard avery pause, but eventually walk away. 
“what are you doing,” you whispered. you two were uncomfortably close, close enough for you to count his eyelashes, see the light ring of grey around his pupil, and feel his warm breath on your face. you refused to think about his lips. that was a spiral no one wanted to think about.
“taking you,” he leaned in, your face automatically leaning up towards him like a sunflower turning towards the sun. you felt his lips brush yours briefly, before he added, “on a date. we’re having a picnic.”
a/n: this chapter was slightly harder to write bc i'm not fully solid as to where this story is heading - i'll try and flesh it out asap so as to not bore you guys hahahah. i hope you liked it regardless and i am so excited to add all these new lovelies to my tag list!!!
tag list!!!: @shadowqueen25, @manyfandomsfanvergent, @tragicallygray
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osamusbigtits · 3 months
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"hello?"
"rin," tsugoku's voice shakes as she talks. rintarou's amazed she called. it's been almost a year since they last spoke. "hey. um, I-I need- mom and dad, they kicked me out. I just- I need a place to stay. just for one night. I can figure it out after that- I wont be a bother at all, I swear-"
"tsu, slow down. breathe. where are you? are you hurt?" rintarou asks. osamu tilts his head, a silent question.
rintarou can hear her gasping breaths. "yeah, I'm fine. physically. I'm at the train station. the one closest to mom and dad's. I didnt know where else to go."
tilting his wrist, rintarou checks the time, his apple watch flashing on at the movement. 10:30 at night. it'll take a couple hours to get there. he stands up and grabs his keys, osamu trails after him.
"do you feel comfortable waiting there? I'll come pick you up. you can stay at my place for however long you need."
"no, you- I can meet you half way. I bought a ticket."
rintarou sighs. "okay. text me the address and I'll meet you, okay? you're sure you're going to be okay alone?"
"I'll be fine." tsugoku breathes out. "shit. my phones gonna die. I'll call you back."
"stay safe, tsu."
"I will."
rintarou slides his phone into his pocket and turns to tell osamu where he's going.
osamu holds out his hand. "I'll drive."
rintarou scoffs. "no, you have to work in the morning. go to bed."
"you don't like driving at night. besides, you'll be able to answer if she calls," osamu argues and shakes his hand, still asking for the keys.
rintarou frowns and gives him. he could kiss osamu if he weren't so worried.
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it feels like tsugoku has been waiting for hours. her phone says it's been only three minutes.
her leg bounces as she sits on the cold plastic of the cheap bench outside. she feels exhausted, but her eyes stay wide open in search of her brother. her only hope. hopefully the only relationship she can salvage at this point.
cars pass by. her phone stays silent. she checks to make sure she sent rintarou the right address. she even sent her location.
a gray suv pulls up and for a moment she assumes the worst. her heartbeat spikes, fear zapping through her veins before the door opens to reveal her big brother.
tsugoku runs up to hug him, her bag jostling uncomfortably against her back. she slams against him in a full-bodied hug.
rintarou wraps his arms around her, holding tight. he checks her over, studies her face and any glimpse of skin he can see.
a sob losens itself from her chest and more follow along.
rintarou wipes away her tears, offering words of comfort. it won't stop the tears she's been holding back for hours.
he gets her into the backseat, rintarou staying next to her.
it takes tsugoku half an hour to realize that someone else must be in the car if rintarou isn't driving.
and still, she finds that she can't really care about it at the moment.
they arrive to an apartment complex and rintarou keeps an arm wrapped around her as they make their way through the building. she's still helplessly wiping tears away.
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rintarou would joke about osamu making his way straight to the kitchen if his mind wasn't so preoccupied with figuring out what happened to tsugoku. she hasn't uttered a word since they picked her up. he can't really tell if the shaking is from the skimpy clothes she's wearing or from her crying, but he still wraps a blanket around her shoulders and offers a box of tissues.
"hey, tsu. whatever happened, I'm here for you," rintarou says softly. he sits on the coffee table in front of the couch, so they're close but he can also make eye contact as needed.
tsugoku mentioned their parents. and rintarou can only assume the worst.
wiping her eyes, tsugoku takes a few steadying breaths. "you were right. and I'm so sorry, rin. if I had known-" her voice cracks.
the words send an uneasy feeling down rintarou's spine. a crawling sensation that sets him on edge. "don't blame yourself for anything that happened to me. that's not for you to apologize for. what happened to you?" rintarou needs to get the topic off of him and their parents.
tsugoku's head falls forward, a fresh wave of tears falling as well. "I told... I came out to them." rintarou's heart twists in pain for her. "I thought... they said they would always love me."
rintarou quickly moves to sit next to her and wraps his arms around her. "I'm sorry," he says softly and holds her head against his shoulder. "I'm so sorry."
silently, osamu places two glasses of water on the table and a plate of snacks. rintarou sends him a look, hoping osamu takes the hint to go to bed so he can get some sleep before he works in the morning.
osamu rolls his eyes but makes his way to the bedroom.
tsugoku eventually pulls herself away and wipes her eyes once again. "I'm sorry. I-I can't believe I'm just bothering you out of the blue-"
"don't bother with that," rintarou replies and nudges a glass of water her way. "you're family, I'll always help you out." her eyes shine at the word. "we only have one bedroom, so unfortunately you'll have to sleep on the couch. we also have a cat who is pretty cuddly, so she may bother you in the middle of the night."
rintarou stands up and stretches, exhaustion getting to him. he gestures to the table. "water and snacks for you. I'll grab you a pillow and blanket. anything in the apartment, you can use or eat or whatever else."
tsugoku nods.
she stays quiet when rintarou comes back with the pillow. "I'll be in my room," he points, "feel free to wake me up. osamu has work in a couple hours, sorry if he wakes you up. and, yeah. good night."
"good night," tsugoku says softly. and as rintarou walks away, she says "thank you" and rintarou just waves a hand.
he'll get more information in the morning. for now she needs sleep.
rintarou curses his parents for hurting his sister just a fraction of the way they hurt him. because she deserved even better than rintarou ever did and got her heart shattered twice as hard for nothing.
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ccrowsiie · 4 months
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I've decided to explain what's been going on with me for the last few months. I figured I owe it to my mutuals since it's definitely going to affect my behavior going forward. I feel it's fair to say something now and maybe even apologize in advance.
In a nutshell: My best friend of 12 years ghosted (me and only me) for people he just met, destroying our relationship. In a coconut shell: One of the most important people in my life allowed our relationship to not just stagnate but actively die, willingly and knowingly breaking our social contract and my boundaries in favor of the adoration and attention from strangers and newer, fresher friends. The fallout sent me into a several months-long spiral that regressed my mental and physical health and led to the relapse of my most self-destructive addictions.
The full story, abridged (if you can believe it):
1/? CW, mentions of child abuse, drug use, mental health.
For clarity's sake, I'll be referring to him as 'Bestie'.
In the hierarchy of closeness, Bestie was right under my husband. Our relationship was 100% platonic but emotionally watertight. We had our disagreements like any pals would, but for the most part, we were siblings. We'd gone on vacations. We'd cooked meals together. We hung out for hours and hours over the many years of our friendship. It's safe to say that he was the closest thing I've ever had to an actual brother. …Because my real one totally sucks ass. I don't have a good relationship with my family. At. All. The majority of our interactions are made out of obligation. It was my dad's literal dying wish to at least try and reconcile with my mother after a lifetime of drugs and abuse. I've been trying my hardest, but dear God she makes it hard sometimes. My sister is alright, I tend to keep her at arm's length because she's a control freak (eldest daughter syndrome + history of abuse) but to say that my relationship with my brother is antagonistic would be a massive understatement. I usually say 'We don't get along' and keep it at that, but it goes deeper. We barely tolerate each other… for reasons I can't understand. I was born dead last in my family, the next oldest sibling is 13 years my senior. Despite the age gap, I may as well have been born the middle child, because bro didn't give up his youngest spot. Both he and my mother show signs of classic narcissism.
You may be thinking to yourself, "Crow, not everyone you dislike is a narc just because your personalities clash~' Save it, please. Don't speak on what you don't know. My mother and brother are a classic narcissistic binary star system. Mother and her golden child. They revolve around each other in a borderline emotionally incestuous way. They do drugs together. She coddles him to an insane degree. He did not move out or get his first job until his 40s. Mom didn't parent me so much as she let me live in her house so she could collect a check from my dad. When I wasn't being actively abused by her husband (won't go into detail here, but know that he was my primary abuser, as he was also her abuser and to a lesser extent my sister's) I was almost always being actively neglected, sometimes in favor of brother. Like, locked out of/into rooms or told to go away whenever she didn't need me for something. Especially in my formative years (age 5-10), when mom was still shooting dope and leaving me alone for days at a time or bringing me around the men she'd shoot up with. I almost lost her to drug-related violence and she almost lost me to the state a couple of times. Eventually, she found a way to have her cake (me, child support check generator) and eat it too (heroin and crack). While she gained sobriety from hard drugs just before I entered middle school, the neglect and other forms of abuse persisted through the remainder of my childhood, until I enlisted in the military out of desperation.
So with all of that boo hoo hoo shit out of the way, it's safe to say that I have a bit of a -thing- surrounding abandonment.
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myhauntedsalem · 2 months
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23 Parents Describe Their Kids’ Creepy Imaginary Friends
1. He doesn’t have a face
“My son from the age of three always tells me about the ‘creeper man’ who lives in my mom and dad’s bedroom. He brings it up after he visits them. I made the mistake once of asking what he looks like. My son said ‘Oh, he doesn’t have a face.’”
2. “You’ll get used to killing”
“A parent of one of my students told us in a meeting that she was concerned because her son (7 years old) talked about an invisible ghost who would talk to him and play with him in his room. He said the ghost was called The Captain and was an old white guy with a beard. The kid would tell his mom that The Captain told him when he grows up his job will be to kill people, and The Captain would tell him who needed to be killed. The kid would cry and say he doesn’t want to kill when he grows up, but The Captain tells him he doesn’t have a choice and he’ll get used to killing after a while.”
3. Little girl ghost
“When my daughter was three she had an imaginary friend named Kelly who lived in her closet. Kelly sat in a little rocking chair while she slept, played with her, etc. Typical imaginary friend shit. Anyway, fast forward two years later, the wife and I are watching the new Amityville Horror (the one with Ryan Renolds) and our daughter walks out right when the dead girl goes all black eyed. Far from being disturbed she said ‘That looks like Kelly.’ ‘Kelly who?’ we say. ‘You know the dead girl that lived in my closet.’”
4. Bad rabbit
“My cousin, when she was 5, and I was 17, had a stuffed rabbit that she talked to and carried everywhere. One day she was asleep on the couch while I was watching her, and she woke up and started yelling at her rabbit for no reason. One minute she was knocked out, the next, she’s awake, glaring at her rabbit, yelling, ‘No! You can’t do that! That’s bad! Don’t do it!’ I asked her what was wrong, tried to get her to stop, but she wouldn’t listen. I finally just took the rabbit up to her room, and when I came back down she was asleep on the couch again. Fuck whatever that rabbit was planning on doing.”
5. Roger won’t be around anymore…
“My little brother’s imaginary friend, Roger, lived under our coffee table. Roger had a wife and nine kids. Roger and his family lived peacefully alongside us for three years. One day, my little brother announced that Roger wouldn’t be around anymore, since he shot and killed him and his whole family. I don’t know if he remembers any of this, but his genuine lack of remorse was very disturbing.”
6. A boy in the tree
“My folks’ farm surrounds a cemetery, and my dad and my niece were walking down there. My niece (4) looks up and says, ‘What’s that boy doing up in that tree?’ There was no boy, but she insisted there was and could describe him.”
7. The bunny man
“When I was 16, I babysat twins who were in the third grade at the time. They always spoke of a man in an Easter Bunny costume, and they were terrified of him. One day I was babysitting, and one twin was in the shower. His brother and I were sitting downstairs watching television when all of the sudden, he said, ‘You need to go check on Matt.’ Seconds later, Matt yelled, ‘He’s in here!!! He’s in here!!!’ I ran upstairs, and I had to check every room before he would calm down. I’m not sure which part of the experience freaked me out the most.”
8. Poor Shaggy
When my mom was younger she had an imaginary friend named Shaggy. When she was finished with Shaggy, she ‘chopped him up and put him in the fridge.’”
9. “Smash Daddy’s head”
“When my brother was just learning how to talk he grabbed one of those small toy hammers and crawled onto the sofa where my dad was sleeping. He then leant in close and whispered one of his first sentences… ‘Smash daddy’s head’ right into his ear.”
10. Dark angels
When my brother was little he acted like he had angels talking to him every second. One day my mom overheard him say, ‘I can’t kill him! He’s my only dad!’”
11. “That’s the man”
“My daughter used to tell me about a man who came into her room every night and put the sign of the cross on her forehead. I thought it was just a dream. Then my mother-in-law sent over some family photos. My daughter looked right at the picture of my husband’s father (who has been dead for 16 years) and said ‘That’s the man who comes into my room at night!’ My husband later told me his father would always do the sign of the cross on his forehead when he was young.”
12. Message from beyond
“My wife and I overheard my two-year-old daughter on the baby monitor wake up on Saturday morning and say, ‘What? OK I’ll tell her.’ She then got up, came into our bedroom, and told my wife, ‘Mary says you’re doing a good job.’ Mary was her grandmother that she was extremely close to that passed away.”
13. I called him Spooky Guy
“As a kid, I said that my imaginary friend was a ghost. I called him Spooky Guy and said he died in the garage of the house on the hill behind ours. I even came up with his death. He was a 16 year old who got in a car crash and walked to that house to ask to use their phone (died in the 70’s). The person lived there grabbed him and sexually abused him there and killed him. He was my imaginary friend as far back as I can remember. This scared my mom so much that she tried to look up records to see if that happened and got me a therapist.”
14. Icy wants me to tell you it will be tonight
“In high school one of my best friends had a little sister who was five or six years old. One day we stopped by his place, completely high, because he needed to get his Magic cards. While waiting for him to come downstairs his sister came up to me and said, ‘Icy told me to ask you if you know when you’re going to die.’”
I laughed nervously: morbid question, right? But I knew all about Icy, her imaginary friend. I even helped her draw a picture of him once. So I played along and said, ‘No, of course not! No one knows that. Hopefully when I’m very old.’
The girl shook her head sadly and said, ‘No, Icy wants me to tell you it’ll be tonight.’ And with that, she just walked away.”
15. It is the punishment
“I was seventeen and babysitting a friend of the family’s six-year-old boy. He’d been in bed a couple of hours and I just peeked in to check on him. He wasn’t in the bed and when I opened the door, I saw he was standing in the corner, facing the wall. creepiest fucking thing ever. I asked him what he was doing and all he did was turn around, smile, and put his finger to his lips as if to say ‘shhh.’ I asked him again what he was doing and all he says is, ‘Leave us. It is the punishment.’”
16. Keep kicking
“My grandfather had a camp on Lake Dering in New Hampshire when I was a kid. One day when I was 6 or so, I fell off of the dock and into the water. I couldn’t swim. While under, I distinctly remember seeing a little girl down there who told me to look up towards the sun and just keep kicking and I’d be fine. I swam to the surface just in time for my grandfather to swoop me up and pull me back on the dock.”
17. Nope
“When my boy was 4, his imaginary friend would sit in the corner of the room when you switched off the lights and light the room with red glowing eyes.”
18. They were both dead
“Kid I used to babysit had imaginary friends. They were dead. One had no head. One was an old lady. They were both bloody. The one with no head had insides sticking out of his neck.
I didn’t ask him questions about them because fuck that.”
19. Tracy
“When my niece was about 4 she had an imaginary friend, which I don’t remember the name of. She would blame things she did on this imaginary friend but also talked about how this friend would watch Scooby Doo with her. One day I thought, ‘Why don’t I find out more about this friend?’ So I asked her to tell me about her friend. And she said, ‘She’s a she and she’s dead.’ And I said, ‘Does she have a job?’ And she said, ‘She does what my daddy does!’ Which is that her imaginary friend was a cop. So then I said, ‘Where is your imaginary friend a police woman at?’ And she said, ‘Right next I to where my daddy is a policeman.’ But then she said, ‘I met her when I was in my mummy’s belly. She touched it when I was inside.’
A few months before my niece was born my cousin Tracy had died. She was hit by a train. She loved watching Scooby Doo and had a ton of memorabilia. She was also a cop. She was a cop in the town that is right next to the one my brother-in-law is a cop in, my niece’s ‘daddy.’ My niece’s imaginary friend was my dead cousin. There is no other way she could have known all that at the age of 4.”
20. “That’s why I don’t like water now”
“When my kid was 4, we were watching a documentary on the Titanic. The scene was a picture of the schematics of the boiler room and the camera panned from left to right over the plans. He pointed at the TV and said, ‘That’s wrong. The boilers were on the other side. And I was right here.’ And he pointed to a small space in the boiler room. ‘That’s where I was. And that’s why I don’t like water now.’”
21. Emily
“When my sister was probably about 6 or 7, she had an imaginary friend named Emily. She told us Emily lived in her closet, wore an old black dress, and had long dark hair and she was the same age as my sister. My sister played with Emily constantly. My parents started noticing my sister acting weird. Just sitting in the middle of her room whispering to Emily quite a bit and acting a lot more distant towards them. I remember a very specific day, my brother was walking by her room and my sister was sitting in the middle of her room….but she turned around and hissed at him. He was scared shitless. He told me it didn’t even look like my sister. My parents ran up to her room and I could hear my sister just screaming and screaming.”
“I have no idea what happened in that room but I ran to the bottom of my stairs and the screaming stopped, I saw my parents holding my sister crying their eyes out, she was sobbing as well. I’ve asked her about it today. She’s 24 now. She told me that Emily used to tell her to do horrible things to herself. She actually used to wake up on the roof and not remember how she got there. I’m not kidding. Apparently Emily absolutely hated my parents so she turned my sister against them. She hates talking about it so I never brought up that specific night. This all happened at my old house. When we moved into a different house, Emily was gone. I’m not making any of this up. My sisters little friend was a really big deal to my family and messed things up for a long time. I’m just relieved we left that house.”
22. She floated above his bed at night
“When my younger brother was around 4, he had an imaginary friend named Victoria Meadowbrooke. He told us that she was the prettiest girl ever and she floated above his bed a night.”
23. “The Evil is coming”
“When my older daughter was two or three, she used to have a couple of imaginary friends, Dodo and DeeDee. They were typical imaginary friends. She would talk to them and play with them, and tell me about their lives.
Then one day, when she was about three, she was talking on her play phone when I walked into the room. She hung up her phone and said to me (with a completely flat voice and deadpan expression): ‘The Evil is coming.’”
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THE PINK KNIFE
creator's recent nightmare.
plot:
(this might be a little confusing)
TW!
major amounts of blood, knives
This is not suitable for people who get scared easily and/or have scopophobia.
10:07 pm
I was looking after my siblings, my dad was on his phone, and my mom was cooking. Suddenly, the tv silenced for one moment, though it was still normally playing those bright childish videos. I heard babbling that sounded like the middle brother (we are 3 siblings in my family, I am the oldest). A couple seconds later, it got slightly louder. My mom went to the door and saw a humanoid child in all black with luminous little white eyes. I put away my phone for a second and looked at the screen door. I saw it too, I immediately alerted everyone to go to the bedroom. My parents were demanding the reason and evidence and I showed them a news article that explained everything.
" If you hear a voice that sounds like you,
keep calm and hide somewhere safe. "
They needed me to elaborate.
" There were reports from families that
they saw black humanoid entities that
like any of the family members' appearance
when they are against the light. They
have luminous white eyes and clearly seen
in dark places. "
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I convinced my family for the second time. "Please, let's just go."
We went to the bedroom, the babbling got louder. 5 mins later I heard the screen door make a sound. He's inside, keep quiet. Then I heard the kitchen items clitter and clank.
Then someone was knocking at the door. My innocent siblings were making too much noise. The entity forced the door to open.
There it was. He was holding a knife. As soon I was about to be stabbed, I punched the humanoid child, grabbed the knife and stabbed him several times.
The entity became unconscious, then vanished in thin air. My parents thanked me, but I felt stupid. Why tf would I choose to hide ourselves in the bedroom. That was so fucking dumb of me.
We all went out of the room, and my mom hurried to check on the dish. It was ready, we then had dinner and straight after, prepared to go to bed. But I was not only ready for bed, I was prepared for the worst.
The moment I turned off the lights in my room, I started to pray, desperately hoping that I, my family, and everyone will be safe. I closed my eyes, with my face covered with a blanket. I never knew that it will be the last day of my life.
3:16 am
I heard someone knocking at the door. I knew it, it was here. Although the house was secured, how did it manage to- common sense, the windows. But how did they open? I was totally confused. I went to the door and blocked it with my body.
BAD DECISION, BAD DECISION. I broke into tears. I looked at the window and there it was. The entity had hair like mine, and supposed she was wearing a mini dress, the outfit I was wearing last night.
My windows opened.
I was in tears, pleading, begging, and said my last words. My teeth were grinning. I was scared. She was holding that pink knife from the kitchen storage.
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"PLEASE DON'T DO THIS TO ME! I'M JUST A NAIVE, WEAK LITTLE GIRL, PLEASE HAVE MERCY ON ME! *sniffle*
...
"I'm sorry, Mom, Dad, I know I was the cause of your stresses. I was too much in my world. I'm sorry, God, that I have sinned too much. I wish everyone won't forget me, if they make it alive. You, everyone, you won't see me again in person, but please make a place for me in your heart too. I love you so much that I will never forget you, even if I went to either heaven or hell. I'm sorry for what I did wrong to you all, but now it's goodbye. Thank you so much for being with me through the years. Once again, I love you all. Goodbye, friends, family, everyone. "
The lights turned on.
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(THIS WAS JUST THE LIGHTING OK)
There my corpse laid, the pink knife penetrated the right side of my chest. My blood splashed and flowed until it was outside my bedroom door.
🩷🔪
(I cried while doing the ending)
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bratshaws · 1 year
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goodness gracious 79. brb x oc
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i will beat the shit out of you how dare you
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“You know I’m not going to stop you from living your adult life, I just would've liked to have known about it.” Michael says while twirling the thick boba straw in his cup, slurping it loudly as the two are seated on the outside tables that overlook the busy streets on that Monday afternoon.
“We just wanted to resolve everything before we told anyone.” Beatrice answers, drinking her own boba tea with her brow furrowed just enough, “It wouldn’t make sense to say we were moving in together without a house.”
Michael hums in reply, popping the tapioca bubbles as he does so, with his sunglasses low on the bridge of his nose, “I guess it makes sense.” he mutters, crossing one leg over the other, bouncing the one supporting it quickly, “Did you tell mom and dad yet?” Beatrice shakes her head, holding the plastic cup with both hands on top of her lap, focusing her eyes somewhere else.
‘I will tell them,Mike. I’ll also…have to tell them something else.” her older brother’s inquisitive ‘oh?’ made her grimace, “I did a photoshoot…last week.”
“A photoshoot?”
‘Yeah, um, a friend of Evelyn’s who is a fashion designer asked me to be his model and I accepted because…it was really good money and I needed to save some for the car and…well the pictures were nice, they were just…swimwear.”
A tapioca bubble almost entered his lung when she said it, which in turn makes the fourth oldest Schiavoni cough up like a miner who spent forty years underground inhaling coal fumes. He hits his chest with his fist, clears his throat, then turns his eyes to his sister, who looked as guilty as before, “No, no,” he coughs again,” Don’t feel bad,I’m just surprised. You are a grown woman and you-” another one “You can make your own choices. So you had a swimwear photoshoot, so what? Good for you.”
“Really?”
“You don’t need our permission.” Michael explains once he finally gets his breathing pattern back, “You stopped needing it the moment you turned eighteen but some people in our family don’t think that way.” she knew he meant their parents and Guillermo, even if he didn’t say it outloud, “So listen, if it was fun and you got paid then what the hell do I care? It’s not like you were killing anyone.”
Beatrice’s lips curved in a thankful smile, looking down at the bright pink cover on the boba tea cup as she took in his words. He was right, she didn’t have to elaborate why she chose to do certain things anymore. She wasn’t a child. “Thank you,Mikey.” she says, her brother just waves his hand as if to say it was nothing for her to worry about, “And thanks for joining me on getting a new car.”
She did get the red Jeep wrangler she wanted, but she wouldn't be able to take it home until the end of the week,which was when all the paperwork and insurance would be resolved. But she was more than happy. Thankfully Michael was with her at the time, because he would casually lean over a Jeep, make a face and then turn to another one. Not to mention he knew more than the guy selling the actual cars, which made it easier for the transaction to happen.
“Do you think dad will be mad at me though, because of the pictures?”
“What is he going to do? Kick you out of your own house?” Michael scoffs with a smirk, gesturing to the air with his tea, “Bea, you’ll be thirty this saturday. You no longer need mom and dad’s permission for anything, if they get mad, well, that sucks because they don’t pay your bills or anything like that anymore.” he had a very good point, he always did, especially when it came to their parents.
Michael was the second middle child, making him the fourth Schiavoni sibling. He always said it was the ‘middle child curse’ that made him so opinionated and rebelled when it came to their family. Michael was never really afraid of their parents, he did respect them but he also called them on their bullshit often that he had to move to NYC with Guillermo when time came. 
Beatrice never told him, but she admired his no nonsense attitude a whole lot. He was the wild child, the rebel one that got tattoos at seventeen by lying his age, who would do the craziest shit without thinking if he’d get hurt or not. Having his support meant a lot to her, because she knew if anything bad happens because of this, he’d have her back. Well,Leo and Marina too when she tells them, “But I have a question.” he begins, making his sister look towards him with her eyebrows furrowed in question, “When is the,” he taps his ring finger with his thumb, “Going to happen?”
It takes Bea a few seconds to understand, but when she does her face flames up “W-We aren’t thinking about that yet.” she lies, knowing very well that she was thinking about that a whole lot and way more often than she’d like ever since she saw the bridal shop, “We are just moving in together, Mikey.”
“And what’s the very next step people take? Marriage!” she blushes so much more when he says the word, sipping her mango tea loudly to keep her mind anywhere else, “Plus, you two look married already, it’s just about popping the question.”
They never talked about it, she knew she wanted to but she didn’t want to pressure Rooster into something like that. Especially with them already taking such a big step now with the new house and such, “I…I don’t know,Mikey. I-I’ll have to…check everything.” she murmurs, trying to remove the thoughts of her wearing a wedding gown, “Plus w-wouldn’t you think it’s too soon?” says the woman who voiced her love for him after two months. Oh the irony.
Michael arches one of his thick eyebrows, the one with the scar on it and makes a face, “People get married in Vegas after four hours of knowing one another.”
“That's a terrible example.”
“Okay, let me make it simpler for you, sis.” he wets his throat with tea before continuing, “Do you love Brad, don’t even answer me I know you do. And he loves you, because the dopey, love dovey look he gives you every time is enough reason for me to believe that. So what are you two waiting for?”
Beatrice frowns, biting her lower lip, “I…I don’t know? We never talked about it Mike,” she repeats, emphasizing on the words “And…w-what if he’s not ready? What if I push him to go through it and he just notices it’s nor worth it and–” Beatrice continued her rambling with her older brother just staring, his face unimpressed but yat amused, leaning back on his chair to slurp the last tapioca balls since he was pretty much done.
He leans on an open hand, watching his sister use her fingers to number the reasons why it’d be a bad idea to do it right now, which to Michael made no sense…but he also knew her. She was very anxious, of course she’s gotten better now, but it’s about her own thoughts running wild that he worries. If she wants to take a while to talk to Bradley about it, she would, if she wanted to make sure he wouldn’t force her either, “Alright, alright, fine, I get it. You want to wait a while, that’s fine.”
Beatrice lowers her hands to her lap, rubbing her thumb over her knuckles with a small frown, “It was just an innocent comment, Little Bitty. I’m just asking because, well, everyone really likes Bradley…even Guillermo.” he pauses, “...It is very weird to think about it, but he does seem less constipated when he sees Brad so I take that as a win.”
She laughs softly, giving her brother a smile and a gentle squeeze of the hand, “Thanks Mikey. I’ll…I’ll work on it, okay?” if her mind lets her do it, that is. She didn’t want it to get too nervous thinking about it either, so it was time to change the subject. So she did, she ended up asking Michael about his new place, that was apparently just a few streets down her soon to be old house and his new job.
He was going to be a boxing trainer at his friend’s gym, which was understandable considering how long Michael was a boxer alongside Guillermo - except Guillermo chose another career path as an engineer since it’d be a more stable job for him. “I’m happy you are back.” she says with a smile, seeing his own lips quirk in a grin, “I missed you.”
Michael pouts his lower lip, slapping a hand over his chest, ‘Oh, my heart– but I missed you too. I know adult life makes you go distances you’d never plan to but I really missed Cali, I really missed…not having to wear clothes heavier than myself during winter.” he murmurs, earning a soft laugh from his sister, “Plus,I’ll be an uncle again so, guess who is going on a shopping spree buying every size of ‘my uncle is the best uncle’ onesie? Me.”
“Leo’s baby will have another uncle though, Mike.”
“I’ll print huge a huge Michael on it, then we’ll know.” he laughs, looking down at his watch to check the time, “What do you say we just walk around, like the old times- is Mr.Scoops still open?” Beatrice nods, making her brother groan in anoyance, slapping his forehead, “Why didn’t we just go there? Do they still have the Freeze Burn milkshakes?”
“I think so–”
“We are getting those then,” he says, already standing to his feet and tossing the empty plastic cup to the trash bin, Beatrice blinking her wide eyes and trying to keep up with his long strides to the car.
“But, we just had something sweet!”
“There’s never enough sweet stuff!” he adjusts the sunglasses over his eyes, “Come on! Live a little! Have a sugar rush before you turn thirty!” Beatrice noises out a complaint, but sighs and nods, following him into the car since she had no other choice. As soon as she enters the car, her eyes suddenly lift to a vehicle, a vehicle that she hasn’t seen in ages.
A blue Corvette, one of many that Eric owned. Now the person inside the car was too distant for her to identify clearly, but she kept her eyes on it until it disappeared by a roundabout, narrowing her gaze when Michael turned on the car, driving the opposite direction and furthermore making her lose the blue car from view. It’d be insane if it was Eric, she knew Shells said something about seeing him somewhere when she was with Bob but…no, it was just a coincidence.
That’s all it was, nothing more nothing less.
She just leaned back on the car seat, sighing through her nose and watching the buildings go by as Michael drove them away.
When they get to Mr.Scoops she refuses to get anything besides water, trying to hide her disgusted face when Michael grabbed the sweetest and artificially colored milkshake they had there, already slurping it soundly as they walk by the park close by. Beatrice just sips her water, feeling her own stomach turn just by watching him by the corner of her eye, “You don’t know what you are missing.” he says with the straw in his mouth.
“A violent stomach ache, that’s what.” she replies in a muttered tone, walking alongside her older brother down the stone path. She couldn’t help but remember how her first date with Bradley ended up there, on a bench not too far from them, making out and completely forgetting about their ice creams. Seems like it's been more than seven months now, “I don’t know how you do it.”
“It’s easy, it’s all about self control.”
“Which you don’t have.” Michael’s only response was a bored ‘eh’ and a shrug, continuing to sip his milkshake like a little boy who just got his favorite treat.
“You know, when I found out about you and Brad,I’ll be honest, I got a bit confused.” he says suddenly, making Beatrice turn to face him with her brows low, “Not because I didn’t think you’d be able to get someone like Brad, but because he’s a military man and such. I just thought that you know, with him traveling so much you wouldn’t get used to it.”
“He got deployed a few months back,” she explains, closing her water bottle, “I was okay during it.” she wasn’t okay, she was able to manage it.
“How long.”
“Two months.”
Michael nods, “I mean I know some people spend years away, two months is child’s play isn’t it?” Bea frowns at his words, she knew he wasn’t trying to be mean or pessimistic about it, but she couldn’t help how her frown deepened, “I mean how the hell are you going to give me nieces or nephews with him gone?”
Ah.
Of course.
“Michael!!” she scolds, eyes wide and face a violent red, slapping his shoulder with more force than necessary “Michael what the hell!” her brother hisses in pain, pressing the cold plastic cup against his red biceps to cool it down.
“That’s the very next step after the next step!” he defends, shrugging his shoulders, “What? He likes kids! You like kids! Make the kids to I can be the cool uncle again!” of course his reasoning would be that, “The more the merrier.”
Beatrice groaned, looking away from him to glare at a group of trees not far from where they walked, crossing her arms below her bust, “You are worst than mom, I swear…God and when she finds out about us moving in together, I’ll never get any sort of silence because of that.” the amount of teas, herbs and random gifts her mother would give because she wanted another grandchild would be astronomical, “Didn’t I say how we didn’t even talk about the ‘m’ word? WHy do you think I talked about the ‘c’ word?”
“What’s this? Middle school? You can say those words outloud, the fuck.” Michael murmurs, chewing the end of his straw to chew the flavored ice stuck in the plastic recyclable tube, “I’m just saying, that when it happens, you already know who will be the baby’s favorite uncle. Maybe I’ll even buy more onesies and keep them saved for you.”
Beatrice narrows her eyes in his direction then shakes her head thinking how her brother was just relentless and would never stop doing that. But…he wasn’t wrong, ever since she accidentally bought that duck onesie she couldn’t help but think about it. She had seen pictures of Bradley when he was younger, when he was a little baby with a scrunched up face and light blonde hair, he was an adorable child. Would it be wrong, or weird to think about it without talking to him?
Yes it would so she should just stop thinking about it right now.
“You are just awful.” Beatrice mutters bringing the water bottle to her lips, feeling the cold liquid travel down her throat and hit her stomach, the siblings kept on walking on the park until they reached a bench where Michael sat down without telling her, Beatrice just turned her head when she could no longer hear his footsteps only to see him with his legs crossed in front of him, sipping the rest of his milkshake.
“I’m not awful,” he says when she sits down next to him, “I’m just saying that hey, it’d be cool if you got married and gave me nephews and or nieces, I don’t mind either.” he chuckles, enjoying how his sister’s face warmed up and how her eyes rolled so hard she was sure she could see her brain. But she leaned back on the stone bench, watching the few people walking by that afternoon alongside Michael.
“You know what this reminds me of?” she hums in question, waiting for him to continue, “When nonna used to take us bike riding. You were still really young then but, man, she’d just get us after school and she’d even ride a bike herself.” he chuckles, shaking his head, “...crazy lady. Hard to believe it’s been seventeen years since she was gone.”
Beatrice frowns, biting her lower lip, “Yeah.” furrowing her eyebrows “It’s hard to believe.”
“She used to keep those soft candies in her music box, do you remember? I don’t know how she did it, but you knew every time the tinkling music showed up you’d get a caramel or something of the sort.” Michael chuckles softly, his own eyelids lowering at the memory, “I haven’t heard it in years. The music box.”
“Dad keeps it at home.” she says,”In his room.”
‘Hm…you know she left it for you right?” he says and she nods, still looking away, “Why don’t you take it with you when you move in with Brad? I think nonna would like to know you have it.”
But the brunette just chewed the corner of her mouth, crossing her arms tighter over her chest, “I don’t know if it’s a good idea. I haven’t touched it since–well, it’s been seventeen years since I touched it.” and she wasn’t sure if she’d be ready to get it again, to see it once more would probably bring back the tears she held for so long. It seemed selfish but she didn’t want to have that as a memory, she knew she’d remember a lot of things the second she held it in her hands.
“...did you allow yourself to grieve?” Michael’s sudden serious voice startles her, his eyes looking ahead, “Or did you cry for a little bit, got sad and moved on?”
“Of course I did!” she almost sounds offended when he says, “Why wouldn’t I?”
Michael’s green eyes turned to her light toned ones, licking his lips before he spoke again, “I just think it’d be good. You have avoided it for seventeen years, I don’t think you fully allowed yourself to cry and be sad about it.” 
“Michael–”
“Beatrice–”
She frowns when he cuts her off, glaring at the ground below her feet with her teeth clenched, “Michael I just…why would that–I mean…”
“Because,” he begins, using his half empty milk shake to gesture his words, “Nonna wouldn’t want you to hold onto that, especially when you are going to get with someone you love.”
Michael had a point. He always had a point. Okay, maybe she didn’t allow herself to feel sad, to cry and let go but it was because…knowing her nonna wasn’t there to see her live with someone she loved, to find the love she always wanted was…very disappointing. She wanted her to know Bradley, she wanted her to be there when she eventually got married, she wanted her to be there at the special moments.
But she wasn’t. And she didn’t know how to deal with it now. “...okay.” she says, quietly, knowing there was no way to win this argument. “Okay.”
“Good!We’re going to get it when I’m finished here.”
“What? But–”
“Ooh!I’m finished look!” he tosses the empty plastic cup into the trash can, “Time to get it!”
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Bradley opens Beatrice’s front door with the extra key she gave him, blinking when he saw that her living room was quiet and empty, not even Jolene was there, “Baby?” he calls, not expecting to hear her voice coming from the bedroom in the loft area, it was too early for her to go to bed. He steps over to the staircase, seeing Jolene’s head pop over the last step with her body shaking excitedly upon seeing him coming up.
He pets the pittie gently, but his eyebrows furrow when he sees Beatrice sitting cross legged in the middle of her bed, supporting her face on one hand with a small box in front of her, “Hi.” her voice sounded quieter than normal, almost cracked and upon close inspection once he approached the bed, he could see the tear tracks on her cheeks.
‘Baby, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?” He wastes no time in kicking off his shoes so he could climb on the bed with her, wrapping her in his arms so her head touched his shoulder, “What’s the matter?”
Bea sniffles, dropping her hand to her lap as if it was dead weight,”Do you remember how I said I never opened my nonna’s music box?” she asks quietly, his brain wracks for the memory and he nods, “This is it. I got it today from my parents’ house.”
Bradley’s eyes drop from Beatrice’s head to the vintage looking music box with floral patterns on the lid, the latch bronze in color and the wood a reddish brown, “Michael suggested it.” she explains after a few seconds of silence, “He was right, I didn’t…I didn’t grieve a lot and I guess…I guess I needed this.”
“Okay.” he murmurs, kissing the side of her head, “Did you open it?” she doesn’t move for a few minutes, but then he feels her arm reach from under his and unclasp the lid, slowly opening the small box. A tinkling music surrounds them, a tiny ballerina spins in a circular platform in the middle of the music box, where there were two compartments on the sides with a few pieces of jewelry in them.
Beatrice picks a specific one, “This was her engagement ring.” she whispered, holding it up for him to see, sniffling quietly, “She wore it until the last years of her life, then she kept it here in fear she’d lose it while washing dishes and whatnot…I thought she’d want to be buried with it.” It was a beautiful ring with a small diamond in the middle and two gems on the sides. He couldn't figure out what it was.
Beatrice was so focused on explaining what it was she didn’t see Bradley’s eyes intently staring at the ring. Earlier that day he ended up visiting a bridal website - for curiosity of course- hoping to find a ring that’d scream Beatrice’s name…but everything was too big, too fancy, nothing that would remind him of her. But this one. This one was a lot more of what he had in mind for her, small yet beautiful. “It’s really pretty.” he says after he noticed he got too quiet, but Beatrice didn’t seem to notice.
She holds it above her finger, “She had long fingers,” but she doesn’t try it on, “You know? She was…yeah…” she smiles sadly still holding it, “She was something else.”
“Are you okay?”
Beatrice’s response was a weak laugh, but she nodded, “I am.” she inhales deeply, still pressing her temple to his shoulder, “It’s just…strange I guess, to see everything again after so long…but Michael was right, my nonna would want me to do this.”
He didn’t know what sort of conversation she and Michael had, but she seemed a lot lighter than she usually was, like a weight dropped from her shoulders. “I’m going to take this to the house when we move in, I think it’d be like…a blessing of some sort you know?” she smiles, “She’d like to be there.”
“...Yeah I get what you mean.” the box of memories his mother kept would also go, he had decided a few days back that he’d probably get some things off the box to decorate the halls of their new home, maybe not everything, but some of the things would be good to look at whenever he walked around the place. “You think your nonna would like to know we are living together?”
“Well she was old school, Brad.” she murmurs, gently placing the engagement ring back inside and pushing the lid closed with a soft ‘click’ “She wouldn’t know how this works.” she chuckles, “To her it’d be strange that we uh…live together before anything.”
Marriage.
She didn’t say outloud, but he knew what it meant, “...would she be upset about it?”
“No, not upset.” she says a bit too quickly, her face reddening, “Just…confused I guess. But she’d like you so that’s always a bonus.” she smiles, picking the music box gingerly with both hands before she kisses his cheek, “I’m going to put this away.”
Bradley nods with a little grin, but his eyes drop to the side in thought when she walks away. He wondered if…no, he wasn’t wondering, he was going to do something about it after her birthday. He had to, he had to prepare. While they never talked about it, it was there, in the air, like a waft of something that never left: she’d want that, she would. Just by the way she spoke about it or the way she held her nonna’s engagement ring was enough of an answer for him.
While he was excited about the birthday party for Bea, he was even more excited for what would come after. And he just had to do some things first and foremost.
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raspberrysmoon · 8 months
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ugh @rtcshipweeks is sm fun but also i did not mean for this to turn out how it did - day 7: favorite penny ship!! spacedolls
maybe cw for death and talks of death/funerals? its sweet i promise but it might be a bit sad
ricky potts wasn't good at making friends. nobody really wanted to be his friend, anyway.
until penny lamb arrived.
she was strange. she came from the commune a few towns over, so she wasn't quite acclimated to such a big environment. something told ricky that she wasn't sure what she was doing. ever.
she stumbled through conversations, barely passed most classes, and couldn't seem to get a hang of anything religious.
but everyday, like clockwork, she came up to ricky during lunch, sat down and started to talk to him. the first day she did it, she admitted that she wasn't sure how to talk to him since he couldn't talk back, but that she wanted to try. he laughed, and nodded to her, pulling out his aac device and introducing himself.
and they talked every day from then on. he started to teach her sign language, and she told him she was teaching her brother so she could get use out of it when she wasn't with him. she helped him fend off bullies, or ocean, with her arguably scary 6' frame and linebacker shoulders. he helped her with homework, and carefully explained the bible when she needed him to.
he met her brother- ezra- and she met his parents and cats. he was forced to teach her the signs for.. less school appropriate things after his mother joked that they should be careful, and always use protection! and that you should at least wait until you're 18. penny giggled at him when he explained it with a warm face and shaky hands.
that also led into him mentioning his lifespan after shooting down her question several times.
'25.' he signed flatly, 'my lifespan is around 25. maybe 30 if i get lucky.'
he could see the moment her heart cracked. "thats not very long."
he shook his head, 'no, it isn't. but life goes on, right?'
she hummed half-heartedly. "i guess so. does it upset you?"
ricky smiled, shaking his head again. 'i've had years to accept it. i'm not happy about it, but my body can only do so much for me. thats okay.'
penny nodded slowly, and he could almost see the gears turning in her head. "do you have a bucket list?"
he blinked, meeting her gaze. 'yeah, i do. i've been told its pretty short, though.'
"whats the first item?"
1. have a picnic on the beach
2. go skydiving (maybe???)
3. get married (for love !!)
4. swim with sharks
5. go apple picking with mom
6. write a book (and publish it !!!)
7. mushroom picking
8. dye hair pink and purple
9. pierce ears
10. play paintball
and it kept going for pages. penny couldn't imagine a long bucket list if she tried, and she wasn't sure she wanted to.
"well, why dont we drive to the store and check one of those?"
1. have a picnic on the beach
2. go skydiving (maybe???)
3. get married (for love !!)
4. swim with sharks
5. go apple picking with mom
6. write a book (and publish it !!!)
7. mushroom picking
8. have pink and purple hair
9. pierce ears
10. play paintball
it took nearly six years to clear the list. ricky was turning 22, and his health was starting to decline a bit faster than he would've liked.
penny stayed with him the whole time, never once willing to leave his side. she helped him and his parents plan for his funeral as it approached, and she promised that any cats his parents didn't want to or couldn't keep would go to her and her brother.
by the time ricky was 24, there was one item left on his list.
3. get married (for love !!)
penny honestly couldn't stand for that. traditionally she knew that the man proposed, but she had pushed him to take this seriously, and he was always able to say no.
and so, penny lamb bought a ring and asked ricky potts to marry her. finally, after nearly eight years, she got to ask.
and he agreed, tears streaming down his face as his hands trembled into a yes, yes please, yes.
and ricky could finally cross off the final item on his bucket list.
they were together in their house, surrounded by cats and trinkets from friends, burrowed under blankets and pillows when he died three years later at 27.
she loved him, and he loved her. until his very last breath, he loved her.
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joe9cool · 1 year
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"Happy Belated Bitch! Did you get my gift?" Sara was relaxing in her hot bath while chatting with Bella. Justin was at therapy and practice, so he would be gone all day. The sinus infection had cleared up beautifully over the next two days, thanks to the antibiotics and nasal sprays. Justin was right about the yogurt.
She was upset because she missed Bella's birthday. Usually they spend their birthdays together. But this time, between the illness and the premiere there was no way Sara could make it to New York.
"Oh my god I did! Thank you so much! I'm wearing it now as we speak." It was a $40,000 Bvlgari watch with her sign engraved in it. "Don't worry about missing my birthday dinner, my mom was a killjoy. Making sure I didn't break my diet." Sara laughed. Yolanda was something else. "Did you even get cake?" Bella was silent. "Oh come on Isabella!"
"I got a cupcake!" Sara rolled her eyes. "Unacceptable. Everyone gets cake on their birthday! When you come visit I'll get you one." Things were silent on her friends end "what?" "Well it's funny you should mention me visiting you cause……"
Sara gasped and almost dropped her phone in the water. "No fucking way!" On cue they both screamed. "Bitch when did you get in?"
"Marc and I just checked in this morning! We're staying at his apartment!" Another scream came from both girls. "Marc wants to do a bar thing at Jerry's since he's never been. You should get your coworkers. Also bring Justin! I want to meet him!"
It was Sara's turn to be silent. "I don't want to overwhelm him."
"Oh come on! He's your boyfriend! We have to meet him eventually." She knew that was true. "You know what? I'll see if he wants to come. I know they have a game Monday at home. There's no reason for him not to!"
"Perfect! How does Friday night sound?" They also made plans to go shopping for outfits as well the next day. Once they hung up Sara thought about how Justin would react. Would he object? Think it was too soon? I mean it was only fair that he met her friends. She had met his parents, his team, and technically his brother's girlfriend. ( although she didn't really remember it) why couldn't he meet her friends? He knew about them and she's spoken about them before. 
After the water got cold, she got out and wrapped herself in her warm bathroom and went to her huge walk in closet for some comfy lounge wear. She decided to go to Justin's side. They had.a small space in each other's closets for clothing and other personal items. As Sara was going through his things, she thought about his closets at home. If he was going to come meet her friends, Nike sweats were unacceptable. He had suits and polo tops and khaki pants. But he had no jeans, no casual wear. Once she grabbed a sweatshirt and slipped into it she grabbed her laptop and started online browsing at men's clothing stores. Instead of going to Louis Vuitton and luxury men's clothing she went to Macy's. Luckily just like any girl she peaked at the size of Justin's pants and shirts
After a few hours and spending $900 at macys she couldn't help but go on Nordstroms. They had so many nice accessories and a few cologne bottles. He smelled nice with his soap. After overnight shipping and taxes she had spent around $2000 for Justin. He was worth it though and besides money wasn't an object. It was almost sweetest day, it was a gift for her sweetie.
By the time Justin got home it was 8pm, and Sara couldn't wait to tell him the news. After he made sure she took her medicine. 
"So my best friend Bella and her boyfriend are coming to town." He looked up from washing his hands. "Oh yeah?"
"Marc is throwing her a belated birthday party with our friends and some cast members at Jerry's Thursday. I know you have a shortened day Thursday. Everyone wants to meet you." He sideeyed her.  "Whose everyone? 
"It will be small like around 10-12 people
 Plus it's Jerry's! Super lowkey."
"Uh yeah I don't know we play Monday night primitive with the team in the same division. I got to spend every moment preparing."
Sara was getting frustrated. "Justin only for a couple hours. My friends know I have a boyfriend but they want to meet them."
He shook his head. "I'm not comfortable with that. All of these people know we are together. What if someone takes a photo and it gets around? I don't need that right now."
Tears started to sting at Sara's eyes. "I met your friends. Why can't you meet mine."
Justin didn't look at her "technically they are my teammates."
That was it. How dare he disrespect her. Without another word she got up. Not caring what she was wearing she grabbed her keys and headed to the front door. She didn't want him to see she had been crying. "Where are you going?"
"I'm going for a ride. Don't wait up." Unfortunately Justin used his size to his advantage and she was pulled back and forced to face him. "Are you crying?" She looked away. "Talk to me"
"Why do you always have to be an ass? I've met your family, your 'teammates' on a short notice. You can't do this one thing for me?" He didn't say anything, so she continued on. "Yes pictures will be taken. But none on social media. Even if they were my friends know how private I am and wouldn't do that to me. The fact that you think the worst like that is insulting. Are you embarrassed to be with me? 
Justin's eyes widened. "No! That's not it at all! It's just….." Sara wasn't playing games and was death staring at him. "It's just intimidating, okay? I'm not used to your world. Meeting all of these people, I don't know. I feel like they know how to say and do the right things and then there's me."
"Justin, they are all people just like you and me. We don't say and do all the right things. We're human. You think I wasn't terrified of meeting the people you keep near you? But I did it. Because I care about you. But I feel like you don't really care about me" the tears came back.
Justin grabbed her face. "Hey no I promise that isn't it. I care about you alot. I'm sorry if I make you feel like I don't. That's not what I'm trying to do. I'll go with you, just please don't leave my side."
She nodded. "I won't. I would never do that to you. This is a 50-50 Justin." He nodded and kissed her. "I love that you call me out on my bullshit."
"Well I'll be doing it more often." She smiled. "Do you have a late day tomorrow?" He had to think. "No just more tape and some practice. Should be home by 5."
"I got a surprise for you." He raised his eyebrows? " Really? Does it involve you naked?" She ran her hands up and down his chest. "If you're a good boy. Then yes it can." Truth be told she did pick up some lingerie. Though whenever they had sex it was usually her in her normal bras and underwear. Justin didn't care cause it usually came right off with the clothes. 
She wanted to explore and try new things. Things with Justin were great in the bedroom, but they were vanilla. He did mention tying her up once and she wondered how many kinks he had that didn't get discovered.
All the other bitches he's been with were probably boring she thought bitterly. 
"Sara?' She looked up. "Yes
"You  look like you're ready to smack me." She smiled. "Just lost in thought I guess. You wanna watch a movie and make milkshakes?"
He smiled back. "That sounds great." 
She headed over to the fridge and pulled out all the items, while he looked for a movie she pulled off her hoodie and left herself just in a bra. Grabbing the can of whipped cream she opened her mouth and let the cool cream hit her tongue. She made a total show of it as well. When she was finished she grabbed one of the Moschino cherries out of the jar and tilted her head back again. Using her tongue to pluck the cherry of the stem she moaned. 
During chewing she opened her eyes to find Justin staring at her. She smirked, and decided to take it a step further, she reached behind and took off her bra. Once she was exposed her nipples started to harden from the chilly air and being under his stare. Grabbing the whip cream he gave her a look as If to say 'I dare you.' She sprayed a strip up her sternum and also on her nipples.
Everything happened so fast. 
She was lifted up on the counter as she felt his tongue everywhere. He sucked and bit on her neck and then licked the cream off her nipples before sucking. "Oh god Justin." He moaned before she felt her bottoms being pulled off. Sara pulled Justin up towards her so their lips could meet. "How are your ribs?" Dhe asked when they broke away. 
"Why do you always ask me that when we have sex?"  She laughed. "No, I wanted to ask so I can ride you." He groaned. "You're gonna kill me, you know that?"
Not wanting to wait,she pulled him to the floor. Once he was in position she grabbed his dick and proceeded to lower herself on him. Eyes rolling in the back of her head she heard him moan "that's it. Oh god, so good." Bouncing on the balls of her feet, she found her rhythm. Justin played with her breasts and occasionally slapped her ass. "Justin," she breathed out. "Choke me?"
"Huh?" He got out of his pleasure fogged brain. "Are you sure?" He had never done that before. He was so much bigger than her.
"Justin please choke me!" He took his hand off her breast and wrapped it around her neck. After applying some light pressure. "Justin Yes! Yes! Yes!" More pressure. "Oh my god I'm gonna cum!" Slowly she reached behind her and began applying pressure to his balls. Justin's eyes rolled in the back of his head. "Sara. Ugh. " letting out a loud moan He emptied himself in her. She continued to bounce. His other hand went down and began to rub her clit. In just ten seconds she fell apart and fell to the side.
"Ow." He turned to look at her while catching his breath. "Oh shit. Did I go too hard?" She shook her head. "No, it was great. I just forgot we weren't on the bed." They both started laughing. Justin gathered Sara in his arms and smiled when she planted a kiss on his chest. After a few moments. "We need to put that ice cream back in the fridge."
Justin shrugged "well we were gonna do milkshakes." Eventually they got up and dressed. The milkshakes came out perfect and they watched the movie. During the movie Sara's phone dinged with messages. She saw Justin's eyes look down at her device. "Who is that?"
She shrugged "I don't know. Just ignore it."
Ding
Ding
He gave her a look. She grabbed it and saw it was an Instagram message.
Jbbigbear is now following you.
Hi.
I heard you're not feeling well. Justin was saying on the plane Sunday. Hope youre feeling better!
She smiled. That was sweet.  She followed him back and responded.
Hi! I am feeling much better. Sinus infection. Those are always fun!"
Jbbigbear: I get those alot. You do sinus rinses?
No. Too afraid to do them.
Jjbigbear: try it sometime they help so much!
Thanks! I definitely will! This feeling is awful.
"Who is that?" Justin normally didn't care, but she was even paying attention to the movie.  "It's Joey."
"Bosa?" Sara didn't notice but Justin's jaw clenched. Bosa never extended himself. Was he a friendly guy? Of course, but not this way. "He was just asking me how I was doing. You told the guys I was sick?"
“Yeah they wanted to come over when we got in, but I was talking to Erika and she said she was home. Why did you lie by the way?"
"I didn't want to bother you. You had a game." He rolled his eyes. "So? I would have had one of your people check in on you."
Putting her phone down she scooted closer to him. "Justin I know football is more important right now." He was silent.
"What makes you say that?" She looked surprised "well I mean, you live and breathe football. Look at Tom and Gisele, he chose football over her and the kids."
"That's a shit example, if I have a family I'm not going to be playing football forever. Some things are just more important than football."
She had to ask the million dollar question
 "Would you say I'm more important than football?"
"Yes." He didn't hesitate. It was a second thought. Which for him was unusual. Everything came after the game. With Sara his things changed. It was different, it was…. Nice. She smiled and kissed him. Laying her head on his lap they turned back into the movie
After a while Sara was bored. She began stroking his legs.  Once she did that for a while her hand crept up to what she wanted the most. Justin sucked in a sharp breath. "God you are insatiable. Dirty girl" She giggled and he lifted up so she could pull down his sweats. Once his cock was freed she spit on him to create a lube. After a few seconds of jerking her spit mixed with his precum.  She ran her thumb across his tip and he moaned. "Please Sara take it in your mouth."  She pretended to think about it for a moment.
"Stop teasing." He growled, then gasped as she did what she was told. She moaned as she hollowed her mouth. After a few bobs she pulled off. "Justin fuck my face."
"Okay. Uhh fuck. Squeeze my thigh if it gets too much." He gathered her hair in a makeshift ponytail while went back to work and took him all the way to her throat. Once she relaxed. She felt Justin's hands apply pressure to her head. Tears gathered at her eyes as she became wet as Justin used her like a sex doll. She fucking loved it. She was gagging on his dick and Justin was loving it as well. He was so into it he forgot he was supposed to be forcing Sara on him. This allowed her to pull up for air, a trail of spit left on his dick and she begun jerking him again
Justin's head was back, mouth wide open as his moans became louder. She opened her mouth as he began shooting on her face and in her mouth. She kept sucking as he finished and she felt his hand pull her off of him. "Holy fuck" She looked up to see Justin staring at the ceiling. "You are amazing." 
"Unlock your phone." Slowly he did and handed it to her. She tapped the camera app and turned it to selfie mode. With his cum on her face she took a couple photos and handed it back to him. " a little something for when we are away from each other"
Justin had a dopey smile on his face. A regular occurrence when he came. "You look beautiful with my cum on your face." She giggled as she got up to wash her face. After that they cuddled and watched a couple of shows before falling asleep.
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"I feel stupid." Sara swatted at his shoulder. "Shut it! You look great! Incredibly sexy!" He looked at himself in her mirror. This was something he would never wear. A snug fitting v-neck shirt with dark jeans. On his feet were Ralph Lauren shoes.. he grabbed the dark Jean jacket and put it on. Okay, he had to admit he did look good.
When he came to Sara’s after practice he was greeted by a ton of packages and boxes. "What's all this?"
She had a huge smile as she was pouring dressing on a big bowl of salad, no doubt their dinner. "It's your surprise!" He turned and looked at her. Eyebrows raised. "This isn't you naked."
She rolled her eyes. "Maybe that will come later if you're good. I got you some presents for sweetest day!"
His face softened. He was touched. "Babe, this looks expensive." He saw the huge Nordstrom box, and the barney's box. "This must have cost a fortune. I can't accept this!"
"Well you're gonna have to. You can't insult your girlfriend by refusing this." He smiled. "At least tell me how much this all cost." She shook her head. "No way that's rude. You would have a heart attack." 
He picked up a Rolex box. He stared in disbelief. "Sara, that is Rolex! You know how much that is!"
"It's expensive, I know. However I shot an ad campaign a year ago. I asked them for a favor. Open it first."  He carefully unwrapped the package. Once taking the lid off he saw the watch. It was a gorgeous sapphire face with diamonds around the face. It was gorgeous. He was getting choked up. "Baby you really didn't have to.
She walked up to him. "Let me spoil you please "
Once he put it down he unwrapped all of the other boxes. He had to admit he felt like a kid on Christmas. Once everything was unboxed, he was surrounded by new clothing, casual and golf as well as pregame fits. Sara went to her bedroom and got the last box, Justin's eyes followed her as she reappeared with the orange box with the blue ribbon. 
‘Louis Vuitton’ He looked. “Sara I can’t.”
She set the box down and sushed him. “First of all, before you say something, I didn’t technically buy it. It was a gift when I attended Paris Fashion week last year. They asked me to pick out a bag and I chose this one. I said I would give it as a gift sometime, and I havent found that time til now.” All of her friends were wealthy, and she hooked up all of her hometown friends many times before. Her sisters were wealthy, especially the one with the NHL husband.  Justin never bought himself anything expensive based on what she had seen. She felt like he deserved this.
Unwrapping the bow and lifting the led he unfolded the wrapping paper to reveal the Damier Graphite Keepall Bandouliere 45 bag. It was gorgeous, he had to admit. It did make him feel better that it was given as a gift and not something she purchased. He stood up and kissed her. “Thank you so much. I don’t deserve this.” She pressed her face against his hard chest. “You’re welcome. Now I want you to try some stuff on, I need to see if it fits.
Which brought them to where  they were now. He felt like he was a kid again, trying on stuff at the store while his mom fussed about. He put on the next outfit, a gray button up, sleek black pants and dress shoes. Okay, he was feeling this. After about twenty outfit changes he was ready for his surprise for being a good boy. He put the clothes away in Sara's room where he saw the Victoria's Secret. He gave her a shit eating grin. "So this is my gift? I've been good"
Sara didn't miss a beat. "You got a ton of gifts already." He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her stomach. "Don't tease me" He growled. She smirked. “I am not, I am offended you would think I would do that.” His large hands were rubbing her stomach, lifting her shirt in the process. “I don’t know if you deserve it, you weren’t going to accept my gifts.”
All of the sudden she was bent over on the bed. She felt Justin’s large hand on her ass before she felt the smack. “I spent so much money on you and this is what you do? I don’t think you deserve this pussy.” She felt his weight on her as she felt him whisper in her ear. “I don’t think you can make that call.” Her leggings were pulled down, along with her underwear. She moaned as she felt the sting of a slap. The next sound was shuffling as he pulled down his pants and underwear before he pushed into her. Sara gasped as she felt Justin’s large body cover her as he began to thrust. “Faster! Faster!” She breathed and he obliged. 
“Oh god baby you feel so good.” Justin gasped out as he lifted himself up to change the angle of his thrusting,which his partner enjoyed. “Uh uh uh!” Sara cried out as she felt Justin near his end. His hand snaked down and rubbed her clit, which sent her over the edge. Once they both finished, they both collapsed on the bed. They both scooted up the bed, both exhausted, Justin pulled Sara close to him and they both fell asleep.
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It was Friday night, and instead of Justin relaxing and getting ready to watch tape. He was getting a facial. Sara had come over to his place while he was at practice to get ready for her best friend's party. He was nervous, it had been on the back of his mind at practice that he was going to be at a party with supermodel Bella Hadid, and other celebrities. Granted, it was a party of fifteen people and he knew Joe and his wife would be as well. It was still nerve wracking. 
When he got home, Sara made him take a hot shower. It was to help his pores, once he did that. Sara got to work with a mask on his and her face. Then she took some roller looking thing, while she put slimy serums and an under eye mask.  “This is gonna help with your skin looking good.” She stated as she put some clear substance on his lips. He tried to swat her away when she took the tweezers and began plucking his eyebrow hair. “Stop that hurts” She hit his hands away. “Oh please you get slammed by 200 lbs men every sunday and you’re complaining?” She rolled her eyes. “You made me sit through last night’s boring ass game.”
He pouted. “I thought you liked watching football.”
“I like watching you play football.” She smirked. “I also like watching Joe Burrow too.” He groaned as she plucked another hair. “Not him, do you know how many times I have heard everyone fawn over him?”
“Well have you looked at him?”
“I have, many times, thank you very much. Just to let you know we played them last year and we won.”
“I could go low blow right now but I won’t” she got off of him. “Now how do you feel?” He rubbed his face. “Like a million bucks.” He did feel good. While he usually just washed his face, his skin always had some sort of blemish or issue. The entire time Sara was lecturing him about products and moisturizer. Also how important SPF was especially living in California. “Ill get you a skincare starter routine.” Sara told him as she began to slip on her undergarments. Justin stared at her for a minute before he came back to reality. “You will not, you spent too much money on me already. I cannot let you do that.” She rolled her eyes.  “Well I can get you this stuff for free. I already have a shit ton in my cabinet from brands and PR packages.”
He smiled. This was different, his girlfriend talking about giving him skincare, him going to meet her friends. Going out in public where people knew they were together. It was weird, but not in a bad way? This was a natural part of any relationship, but as selfish as it seemed he liked it just being the both of them. Sara turned around and smiled at him as she curled her hair and his heart skipped a beat. She looked gorgeous, a black sequined jumpsuit with the bottoms being see through underneath black spandex shorts. Hair was curled, makeup was smokey (she did her hair and makeup herself. Didn't want to risk tipping anyone off) He was wearing the gray button up shirt with black pants and polo shoes. His hair was styled with a bit of gel and he was shaved. Sara waved him over in front of the full length mirror. Once she had her sky high heels on she took a selfie in the mirror. Looking like a perfect polished couple, she opened her phone to text Marc and Bella they were on their way. 
Justin wanted to drive to Jerry's. It made him feel manly. Also the main reason being he had to focus on something besides how nerve wracking this was. They took her Mercedes due to slightly tinted windows in the evening. The whole way Sara noticed he was quiet and tapping on the steering wheel. She grabbed his hand and held it with both of hers and it still didn't even cover his. "Hey. At the end of the day they are people just like you and me. Okay." He looked over for a second and nodded. "You know there are people out there who are having the same reaction at the thought of meeting you and what do you say to that?"
He smiled. "That I'm just a man from Oregon."
"Exactly and they're just people from parts of the United States, and I'm just a stubborn woman from Pennsylvania." He laughed. It seemed to calm him down a bit, but she could tell there were nerves, which was to be expected. Meeting new people is daunting. Once they pulled into Jerry’s and saw all of the cars he wanted to turn around and leave, but he knew this was important to Sara, and he did force her to meet his team and parents, which he hasn’t met hers yet. 
Sara had posted a few selfies to her insta. While many of her friends and family responded and hyped her up there was one that stood out. 
Jbbigbear: You look great! Have fun. Post tons of pics!
Saracwozniak : You sound like my mom!
Jbbigbear: if I had told you my real thoughts I wouldn't sound like a mom.
Saracwozniak: down boy
Once they got in they barely recognized the place. It was Decorated to the nones. Balloons and flowers everywhere. There was a DJ set up in the corner with a photo booth. Food was catered and in the middle was a two tiered cake. Justin saw Bella and what he assumed to be her boyfriend talking to others including Joe and Alisha.
Bella spotted them first, and Sara was thrown into a hug with the tall, slender supermodel. "Ahhh it's been too long! I can't believe I missed you while you were in New York!" She pulled away and her focus was on the man taller than her. "You must be Justin." She hugged Justin. "Holy shit you're huge!" Justin blushed. "Sorry it's just I've never come face to face with a football player before." Once Marc pulled away from Sara's hug he shook Justin's hand.
Justin was introduced to quite a few people that night. From Sara's coworkers to Bella's model friends. It felt like more than fifteen people. Everyone was welcoming and friendly. But he still sat at one of the tables in the corner while Sara was pulled away into her friend group. 
He was browsing his phone and saw an incoming message from Taylor
Thanks for the flowers, I don't understand why you would send them.
He was about to formulate a reply when he felt the chair across from him move. He looked up and put his phone away when he saw Bella and the blonde with the two first names. "Where's Sara?"
"She's in the bathroom. We thought this would be a good opportunity to get to know you." The blonde. Anna? Said 
"Look. Sara told us how you were and that you didn't like all this fame stuff, and we get it it's overwhelming. I'm sure you think we thrive off it but we are very private people. Ann-Sophie hid her pregnancy from the media until it was leaked halfway through. Marc and I didn't start making appearances til we were together for at least a year."
Justin was very uncomfortable. "I don't understand where this is going."
"We understand that you and Sara love your privacy, but when this relationship goes public. And whether you like it or not, things are gonna change. We want to make sure you are in it. Sara likes you a lot, and we want to make sure you are on the up and up. Otherwise we will fuck you up."
His eyes widened, not believing that he was being threatened by models. "Are you threatening me?"
"It's a promise." They saw Sara approach the table. "So she tells us you're from Oregon? What part?"
He stuttered a bit before Sara reached the table. "Eugene. Right by Oregon University where I went to school." Sara sat next to him "what were you guys just talking about" She gave her girlfriends a look.
Ann-sophie threw up her hands. "Nothing! God why do you always think the worst of us?"
Sara didn't miss a beat "cause you two are usually doing the worst." Justin laughed.
"We just wanted to know the guy you've been ditching us for."
"I haven't been ditching you two. You guys are in New York. "
Suddenly the DJ announced the food was open. Justin and Sara grabbed their plates and sat back down, this time being the two of them. "So tell me what did they really say to you?"
He looked up from his plate. "They wanted to kick my ass if I hurt you." She threw her head back in exasperating fashion. "Oh my god I'm so sorry! They are not actually going to do it."
He smiled. "I get it. It's okay" he didn't want to mention the part where they stated about going public with their relationship. Now was not the time. But after a few minutes in silence he had to ask. "Hey listen."
"Mind if we join you guys? Joe and Alisha occupied the two empty spots next to them. "No it's fine." Sara smiled. The two began to fall into conversation. At one point Sara went to grab Justin's hand across the table to hold it. He pulled away, which didn't go unnoticed by Alisha. "So are you ready for the new season to start?" Joe asked, oblivious to the anger Sara was feeling.
"Yes I haven't read the full script but its gonna be crazy with all the plot twist and turns"
"There's so many sex scenes though." Sara nodded. "Yes Greg and I have a few
This time Justin butt in. "Huh?"
She waved him off. "My character and her main off and on dude. We are supposed to have this insane argument and then we have sex. Then there's one I can't remember the details of."
"Oh really. "Justin was jealous. It made her smile
Justin's phone rang. "Excuse me, I'll be right back." He stepped outside the bar.
"What the fuck was that about?" Alisha questioned as soon as he disappeared.
"Wait what?" Joe looked between the two women. "She tried to reach for his hand and he backed away from it. Also I have not seen him even make an effort to anyone in this party besides Bella and Ann-Sophie and they approached him"
Sara sighed. "I don't know, we were doing so well. We made it official as well. But I don't know. He's not comfortable with all this.”
Alisha rolled her eyes. "He's still your boyfriend though, like has he ever heard of compromise?" Joe put his hand on her arm. "Babe stop. Everyone is different."
The topic was dropped and Sara went to check her phone.
Jbbigbear: I'm seeing pics of the party. Everyone looks well. Also a karaoke machine? I'm offended I wasn't invited.
Saracwozniak: You do karaoke? I'd never peg you for that.
Jbigbear: what? It's fun. Give me a few drinks and I'll be up there with the classics. I used to party hard in college Sara  I went to Ohio State.
She wondered if she should have brought Joey instead.
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"Hello?" Justin was confused as to why a restricted number would be calling.
"Hellloooooo" it was Taylor, 
"What the hell? Why are you calling me?"
"Why'd you send the flowers?" She was drinking. This was great 
"My manager sent them. I wasn't made aware of it til she told me."
"So thats it? Is really ocer?" She was slurring. He never pegged her as a big drinker. Usually having wine when they hung out."
"What is going on with you!? This isn't you. We agreed on the conditions."
"Jusgin you just ended things one moments your fine and then it's like you want noothing to do with me." She started crying and he cringed. He couldn't believe he was doing this shit right now. "Listen, I'm not doing this right now. I'm watching tape right now. Sober up and don't do anything stupid."
"It doesn't sound like yourrrr home."
"Goodbye." He hung up and took a deep breath. This was ridiculous, he was going to have to lay down the law with her.
He headed back in to find Sara and her friends singing karaoke. He recognized ‘Real Slim Shady playing.”
“You want one?” He looked over to find Marc with a Corona in hand, he took one and took a swig of it. “Thanks”
“Those girls really are something arent they?” He turned to look at Marc. “What do you mean?”
“I saw them corner you at the table earlier, giving you the usual ‘hurt her I’ll kill you talk.”
“And you know that cause?”
“Sara, Ann-Sophie,and Gigi gave the exact same talk to me. These girls are tight, they have all been in toxic relationships. They look out for each other." He slapped Justin on the back. "I know this is overwhelming, trust me. I was an art dealer. Then one day this brunette walks into my shop. I asked for her number, thinking she wouldn't call me back. But here we are."
Justin smiled. "We met at Joe and Alisha's wedding. My buddy forced me to go. She's made the first move on everything." Marc laughed. "Sounds like Sara. She is great, you know? Sweet, always putting others first."
"She's fantastic." Justin agreed. "My whole world was football. Everything was the game and ball. Right now I'd be watching tape." This was the first time he had admit to anyone, even himself, that he was crazy about the brunette dancing in a circle her friends created.
Marc smiled. "Well I'm glad you're here. You need to explain the game to me.  I got a client that gave me tickets to the Jets game. I didn't want to offend him so I have to go, but I don't know shit about football."
Justin went over the rules with him until it was time for cake. After it was sliced up and served, everyone hit the dance floor. Despite Justin being a terrible dancer, he found out a couple beers later he didn't care what anyone thought. The couple danced the night away. Oblivious to everyone around them.
The songs were very fast paced. Until the DJ decided he wanted couples on the floor. At one point when Sara was getting water, Justin asked the DJ to play a slow song
Once Sara came back he nodded at the DJ who made the announcement. "Alright everyone this is a special request. Let's give everyone a break from twerking." The crowd laughed. "Everyone grab your partner and have a dance. This song is called 'Quitting you'
To Sara’s surprise, Justin grabbed her hand and led her back to the floor before the song started playing
I think about you all the time
I can't get you off my mind
If they only knew
Who I'd been talking to
You got a place off the park
I'll come by after dark
Cause I was scared when you let me in.
The tears gathered in her eyes as she looked at Justin. He met her gaze and smiled.
And it hurts
All through out my insides
I couldn't stop if I tried loving you
I'll never learn
So I'll call you when I'm outside
Said the keys behind the porch light of unit 2 
And I thought of maybe quitting.
But there's no quitting you 
Bella and Marc were among the couples on the floor watching Justin and Sara 
"So what do you think of them?" She asked her boyfriend. Marc smiled 
"I think they're great. Opposites attract, and I think if they can survive the fame. They will get married."
Bella wasn't sure. "We will see."
Every couple was so into each other on the floor that they didn't notice one of the guests' phone camera on Justin and Sara
It was 1am when they left the party. Sara had promised Jerry that she was going to send in a cleanup crew in the afternoon in addition to a large amount of cash.
After the group disbanded in the parking lot Justin drove home, being the more sober of the two since he only had two beers. She was a little tipsy, but it was wearing off since she was snacking on the leftovers after all that dancing.
However right now she was horny. "Justin?"
"Yes?" 
"When you get to this light make a left and then another left and park." He looked around.
"Uh we are talking about a back road with forests. There's nothing around."
"Yes, exactly."
"Uh I don't think that's safe."
"Oh okay." That changed his tune and he followed her directions. Once he parked he turned towards her. "Do you want privacy?"
Before he could get another sentence out of his mouth she kissed him furiously. "Get in the back seat. " She stated.
"I don't give a shit. Once you make the second turn just park it. I'm gonna be sick." She lied
"Babe you said you were sick." "No I'm not. Now get in the back seat." She unbulcked herself and ungracefully slid into the back seat. Causing Justin to laugh. He was still unsure. "This isn't a good idea. What If the cops come."
"One. This is going to be quick. Two. No cops come by here. Me and my Friends have been here alot. Now please get in the fucking back seat!"
"Fine!" He opened the door and got in the back, knowing he was too large to do what she did. Once he got situated in the back. "Uh how is this going to work?"
She pressed the button to open the sunroof. Wishing she wore a dress instead, she took up the lace bottoms before beginning to remove the jumpsuit. Justin got to work undoing his pants and underwear. Eventually she got nude, and he began to kiss and suck at her nipples. She moaned, grateful for any kind of touch. Running her fingers through his hair. She grabbed his dick and sank onto it, both of them moaning. Justin was huge, so Sara's head was poking out the sunroof. It was a funny sight, and it will probably be funny later but right now the young couple were on a mission. Justin buried his face in her breasts as she grabbed the opening of the sunroof to help her bounce  "Justin!" She moaned as he rotated his hips to match hers. Maybe it was the alcohol, or the danger of being caught that Sara came fast. Justin followed after with the aftershocks of his partner's orgasm.
"Oh my god." He breathed as Sara laid on him. After a minute she got off of him and went to grab napkins out of the center console. She noticed the look he gave her. "I eat a lot in my car." He laughed and she joined him. "I've never done this before."
He kissed her. "Me either." Once they dressed and got back on the road. He reached for hand. "I have something to ask you?"
 She raised her eyebrow at him. "So the week of the 23rd is a bye week for us. I wanted to go home for a few days. See family."
"Yeah I'll watch over Nova." He snorted.
"Thats not what I wanted to know. I want you to come with me. We could drive up there. It's 8 hours, and I have a house close to my parents. We can stay there, or-" He was rambling, it was cute.
She kissed the back of his hand. "Of course I'll come with you! I've never been to Oregon.” She kissed him on the cheek. The rest of the way was filled with a loving silence, an unspoken agreement that she was to spend the weekend at his place.
Once he pulled into his garage. She slipped out and entered his house, him behind her. “You know all that dancing and sweating. I feel really dirty." She unzipped her jumpsuit. Despite the fact that they just had sex in the car, his mouth was dry.
"I'm not tired at all." Sara continued. "Wanna join me in the shower?"
Without a word, he followed her into the bathroom.
A.N. Hey Guys! wanted to get some this out. Remember my inbox is always open and I am always down to talk about anything.! Also, next chapter is going to have a surprise meet and greet between 
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A whole world
Fandom: MCU AU Pairing: Natasha Romanoff &/x fem!reader Content: Fluff, a bit of Italy, bubble tea, taking chances. A/N: Got an outline from my wonderful friend, tantefrutsel-creativenurse, and decided to run with it.
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A whole world
The world is a big place...at least that’s what you though before you grew up. But as you grew older and technology developed? Well, in some ways the worlds shrank.
Everyday people are bombarded by news from all around the globe and personally, thanks to social media platforms, you’ve gotten to know people from other countries and you wouldn’t have it any other way because you get to know about cultures that otherwise would have been barred for you. So in that sense, the world is smaller.
But there’s one detail: what you wouldn’t give to have your best friend closer to you! In that sense the world is still too big.
Getting a best friend over the internet wasn’t exactly something you’d planned. It just happened. One day someone commented on a post, you replied and a few dozen comments later you were mutuals. From there is went fairly quick with (for you) late night chats and links to silly videos and interesting articles because sometime along the way you found out that you shared interests. You can’t quite recall when the change from chatty mutual to friend to best friend happened. But you’re glad it did because suddenly you had someone with whom you could be completely honest.
The benefit is that when you lie awake at crap in the night with anxiety running through your body, that someone is always a bleep from the phone away to help you calm down by soothing or distracting you. The issues with having a best friend through the internet are stuff like time zones and the inability to hug each other when needed.
You could use one of those hugs now you’re off on vacation with your family (whom you love but they are just a tad too much sometimes). Especially your mom who keeps poking you about getting a boyfriend as if she doesn’t know that it isn’t going to happen.
Right now, you’re stuck in a vacation house with your parents and two brothers who are bickering over what movie to watch while you’re texting Nat about your misery and apologizing for the umptienth time that you’ll be around less for a week. An entire week! Why your parents had gotten the idea that that long together would be a good idea, you don’t know. You should have said no when they invited you, but how often do you get to go to Italy on someone else’s dime?
“Why don’t you put your phone away for a bit?” your mother’s voice breaks through your focus.
“Yes mom,” you mumble, adding a few exclamation marks before tugging the phone in your pocket so you can feel if it vibrates.
[I crave bubble tea!]
...
Two days have passed and its only due to a healthy amount of walks and a couple of good books that no one has murdered anyone yet.
Today your mom has decreed that it’s time to visit the local market.
[I’ll get you something from here,] you’ve written to Nat, sending her a picture of the first row of stalls.
Right away there’s an answer: [The market looks great! Is it by San Lorenzo? The guide on the internet talks about a bubble tea shop near the cathedral of Maria del Fiore.]
[So non-Italian! The irony! I better check that out then...be prepared for loads of pictures on the way!]
It’s not that you have a problem with the Italian cuisine but sometimes you just have a craving and this has been one of them for the last days. An extra 10 minutes of walking to get your craving fulfilled? You’d do that gladly.
“Hey dad?” You poke your father’s shoulder, making him grunt unintelligibly without looking up from the sausage vendor’s selection. “I’m just gonna get a bubble tea at the cathedral...I’ll be back soon, okay?”
“Your mom’s gonna kill me...” he frets.
I know how to bribe you. “I’ll bring you one too.”
“Alright, but take a brother or two.”
The boys (in as much as they can be called boys now) are 23 and 25 and tall for their age compared to the average Italian. In other words, they tend to carve a path in the throng of people and you suppose a bit of company won’t harm you.
By the time you reach Piazza del Duomo, you’ve already taken several pictures and send to Nat, enjoying the rapid responses from her.
“Who are you writing?” your youngest brother asks.
“Just a friend.”
“Must be quite some friend considering you’ve been texting them non-stop since we arrived,” your other brother chimes in.
You hesitate for a second, unsure how to explain it if they keep asking. “My best friend. Natasha.”
Angling yourself to catch the light shining on to the red dome of the cathedral, you snap a selfie and send it before really starting to look for the bubble tea shop which turns out to be further down alongside the piazza.
Already you’ve decided on flavours but before stepping in, you take a last selfie with the shop behind you and thumbs up and send it to Nat.
Just as you press send, you notice in the picture the person sitting in the window and you’re about to comment on it, when you think hey, that person looks familiar. And you do a double take. Looking back over your shoulder to the shop where your two brothers have already entered, you see the red-haired woman waving at you with a big grin on her face.
You can’t believe your eyes: it’s Natasha.
“Nat!” you squeak, running into the shop and completely ignoring the curious looks of the owner and your brothers.
You don’t even give yourself time to hesitate and consider if it’s appropriate, you just wrap your arms around Natasha’s form and pull her close as if your life depended on it.
“Uhm...who’s that?” your oldest brother asks with concern in his voice.
Reluctantly, you disentangle from Nat. “This is Nat, Natasha,” you explain sheepishly, and then in turn: “These are my brothers.” You stare at the woman before you. “Nat,” you have an ability to ignore your siblings that they sometimes begrudge you, “what are you doing here??”
“Long story short...got sent with work to Vienna and thought it’d pop by,” she smiles.
“But that’s not even close to Florence!”
One of your brothers leans in, a glimmer in his eyes as he side-glances at Natasha. “Sis...she came to see you.”
Yeah, I get that, I get – oh! Staring wide eyed at Natasha, you notice how the smirk you know from photos is powdered with a bit of a blush. “Do you want to go for a walk with me?” you stammer out but smile when she nods.
You’ve forgotten all about the mango/passion bubble tea you’d intended to get, too keen to have a moment alone with Nat instead. Following her out the little shop, you can feel butterflies in your stomach and your palms are slightly sticky from something else than the Italian heat.
Barely making it into the sun shining down on the cathedral you spin on Nat to really get to see her again. The selfies you’ve shared have been few but you’ve never forgotten any of the details that you now get to see in real life.
“It’s really you!” she blurts, staring at you in the same starved manner.
“Says you!” you laugh. “This is insane!”
Immediately she frowns. “I’m sorry...”
“No! Nono don’t be! This is the best thing that’s happened in, like, forever!”
And you mean it. Even if your brother’s comment is still lingering in your heart. How do I address that elephant in the room? You’re not even sure how you want it to play out because you absolutely adore Nat...but to imagine anything else than the friendship you’ve got now? Yeah, an inner voice meddles, that would be awesome. You growl at your inner voice, telling it to stick it because it wouldn’t make sense with half a world between Nat and you, but your heart has already heard the meddling voice and is hooked on the idea.
“[Y/N]...what your brother said...” Natasha begins but her voice trails off.
Even if it’s not true, I’ll never look at her the same again. And you make up your mind. “Nat, I’m sorry but there’s something I need to check,” you try to warn her.
“Yeah...sure...” she accepts deflated.
Somehow, you don’t think it really qualifies as consent but you don’t know how else to vocalize what you want so instead you step close to her, gentle cupping her face in your hands before landing a soft kiss on her lips. She tastes of watermelon chap stick.
Then you step back, watching her as she stands there with parted lips and a gobsmacked expression on her face.
“I thought I was the bold one for coming all this way to see you,” she smiles after a heartbeat.
You smile back shyly. “You inspired me...do you mind?”
“It’s kinda what I’m here for, sillyhead.”
“Inspiration?”
“More,” she smiles before leaning in to kiss you, effectively shrinking your world down to one person.
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Whatever She Wants
A result of @kj-1130's MILFs Near You, a series about MILFs. The series idea gave me inspiration to finally write this oneshot.
❀ Premise: You are a server at a diner, almost done your shift when an intriguing new patron walks in. Unpacking Emotions Ensues.
❀ Word Count: 1,700
❀ CW: Grief, Loss
❀ Song: Graceland Too- Phoebe Bridgers
The diner has always been home to people in various states of flight. The teenagers making their first escape attempt late at night, stopping for a slice of pie in the middle of nowhere. The college student who finally worked up the nerve to drive away and never go back. The businessman coming in for an early breakfast before he heads to the airport. The local couple who have finally settled down and come in every Tuesday for the lunch special.
You’ve met a lot of people in the 10 years you’ve worked at this diner in the middle of nowhere. But you’ve never met anyone quite like her. You’ve met hundreds of women who have her aura the confusion, the loss; drugs and guns have taken so much from the mothers you’ve met. They all share that look in their eyes. It’s a look of pain, of anger from knowing what they’ve lost will never return. They have always been resilient, even when they break into tears recounting the stories of their deceased children. Of their lost husbands and wives. She has that look in her eye when she walks into the diner, right at the end of your shift.
“I’ve got this one.” You tell your coworker, putting your apron back on.
“Are you sure? I’ve got it covered if you want to head out.” He responds.
“I’m sure.”
The woman stares out the window, distant. Her long red hair is mostly covered by a hood, slightly damp from the rain. She absentmindedly plays with her hands.
“Hi there, I’m y/n and I’ll be your server tonight. What can I getcha?” You ask, interrupting her disassociation. You give her the warmest smile you are capable of as you wait to write down her order.
“Just a coffee for now. Decaf.” She says with a sad smile. Her accent is thick, some mixture of Slavic and European- it sounds familiar, but nothing you can pinpoint immediately.
“Coming right up.” You leave the menu on the table for her to glance at when she works up the nerve.
When you come back with the coffee, she’s gone back to staring out the window. You recognize the longing for something that she’ll never have again.
“So, what brings someone like yourself all the way out here to our little town?” You set the coffee down in front of her, and take a few small, plastic cups of creamer out of your pocket on the table.
“War” She states simply, opening one of the creamers to put in her coffee.
“You're from Sokovia, then? I’ve met a couple of refugees over the years. I heard it’s gotten a lot better post blip. You ever think about going back?” You ask, finally recognizing the accent.
“I think about it all the time. It is- it was my home. But there’s no one there for me now.” She says, stirring in a packet of sugar.
“I’m sorry to hear that. Is there anything else I can get you?”
“I’m fine. Thank you, y/n.” She glances up at you, causing your stomach to flutter.
You nod and leave her with her coffee.
She stares into it between sips, clearly deep in thought. There is a lot for her to think about, a lot of life she’s lived in her 33 years. And so much of it was loss. So much of it was spent in pain, fighting for what she believed was right. As she takes another sip of her coffee, you return.
“Just checking in. Need anything?”
“Do you have kids, y/n?” She asks, as her finger slowly taps the side of her coffee cup.
“None of my own. Though I suppose a few of the local teens think of me as their mom away from home.” You respond.
“I had kids. Twins. But they’re gone now. Like my husband. Like my brother. Like my parents. Even my mentor. I’m not really sure what I have left.” She laments.
You unclick your pen and close your notepad, sliding them into your pocket. You give your coworker the signal - the one you give when you expect you’ll be with one customer for a much longer time than usual. You take a seat at the table across from her as she takes another sip of her coffee.
“Tell me about them.”
“What? What do you want to know?” She eyes you suspiciously and wraps her hands around the coffee cup.
“Anything. Just tell me about them.”
She hesitates but starts to open up.
“I’m not sure where to start. With my boys, maybe? Tommy and Billy, they were 10. Billy was a lot like me, really intelligent, sensitive- he was concerned about me. And Tommy- he was a handful, took after my brother a lot. Quick-witted, fast.”
“Why was Billy concerned about you?”
“I was depressed. I was still grieving the loss of my brother. He’d been gone many years at this point but I’d been so busy that I never really got a chance to just sit with it. As the twins got older, I had less to do and so I finally let it in. But as soon as I did, I lost them and my husband.”
She embellishes a little to not freak you out. But the core of it was true; as soon as she accepted that the Vision she had loved was gone, that what she was doing was harming others, she lost even more than what she started with.
“The world can be very cruel sometimes. I’m sorry you lost them all at the same time, that must be very difficult to deal with.” You say.
“I’m a little used to the world being needlessly cruel to me.”
“You mentioned that Tommy was a lot like your brother”
“Yes- he was so much like Pietro. My twin. We shared so much of our lives. He was always a little sarcastic, lighthearted. He kept me grounded. And when I lost him it felt like my heart shattered. He was killed when Ultron tried to destroy Sokovia. I think part of me died there with him” She takes another sip of her coffee.
“And yet, here you are. In the middle of nowhere, Pennsylvania, sipping on decaf and wondering what to do with your life now that the people you love are no longer in it.”
“You have any ideas on what I should do with it?” She asks, looking you in the eye. There is a pointedness to it- almost like she’s daring you to say something she’s heard before.
“I think you should live it. And that starts by ordering something off our menu that you normally wouldn’t get.” You gently push the menu over to her.
She looks over it. “Do you think I could get breakfast food? I know it’s late but I’d like to try the classic breakfast”
“Sure. How do you want your eggs? Scrambled, poached, boiled, sunnyside up, dippy?” You ask, pulling out your notepad and pen.
“Dippy?” She questions, raising an eyebrow.
“Sorry- over easy. My grandma always called them dippy eggs growing up.”
“I’ll have them dippy, then.”
“Great. Anything Else?”
“That’s all.” She states, handing you the menu.
“I’ll put the order in with the Chef and be right back.”
As you walk away, she retreats back into her mind, trying to determine if this was another one of her reality manipulations. If she had conjured this whole diner, including you, to help her process everything- just like she had in Westview a couple weeks ago. It’s not her doing, as far as she can tell. She isn’t making it rain, though she could make it stop, lighten the mood. She doesn’t want to.
“So,” You begin, sliding back into the seat across from her, “Now that you’ve decided to live, where do you want to go?”
“Maybe somewhere out west, in the Rocky Mountains. Somewhere secluded, where I can rebuild my life the way I want to.”
“That sounds nice.”
“What about you?” She asks.
“Me? I don’t want to go anywhere. I’ve lived my whole life here. Maybe that will change as I get older, but I have no desire to leave. Especially with all the superhero shenanigans going on in major cities. Out here, all of that seems distant” You explained. But if she asked you to go with her? That might be a different story.
“I’m hoping it will seem distant out there. But you never know.” She responds.
A bell dings, letting you know her food is ready. You excuse yourself and return with her food, deciding to let her enjoy the meal by herself. You’ve been in her hair a lot tonight. You start to do some of the closing duties, deep cleaning the tables in other sections and closing the blinds. After you finish, you go back to check on her.
“How are you doing?”
“Good. It was delicious.”
“I’m glad to hear it. Would you like anything else?” You take out your notepad again.
“No, thank you.”
“Alright. Then here’s your bill” You tear out the page from your notepad, listing the price of the coffee and the classic breakfast- the total comes to $9.64.
She digs into the pocket of her hoodie and hands you a well-worn twenty-dollar bill. “You can keep the change.”
“Thank you.” You tuck the twenty into your pocket
“Y/n? Will things be okay again? Do you think- do you think it’s okay if I started over?” She asks, a new nervousness in her voice.
You place your hand on top of hers and look her in the eye. “It’s okay to move on.”
She nods, a wave of relief washing over her. You slowly remove your hand.
“Drive safe now-” You begin, but interrupt yourself, “I just realized I never got your name.”
“Wanda. My name is Wanda.”
“Drive safe now, Wanda. I’ll be here if you ever come back from out West.”
“Thank you, y/n”
You watch as she leaves, imagining what your life might’ve been if you’d gone with her. If she started over with you. Maybe, one day, you won't have to imagine it.
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