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daddy-dins-girl · 6 months

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First Date: Frankie Morales

HAPPY FRANKIE FRIDAY Y'ALL!

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Frankie Morales x f!Reader

Summary: Based on this tumblr Ask. A full one-shot based on a quick little headcanon drabble I wrote about what a first date with Frankie Morales might look like. There's a little of backstory for Reader because it's me and you know I just can't help myself.

Word Count: 5.2k

Warnings: 18+ MDNI. Fluff and smut (because we like to strike a delicate balance here). Porn with a sprinkle of plot (again, delicate balance). Cuteness overload during your date with Frankie (sign me up for this date please). Heavy makeout session. Mutual masturbation. Fooling around in the back of Frankie's truck because of uh... reasons. Read to find out! I think that's it for warnings. As far as my stuff goes I'd say this is pretty tame? lol. But if I missed anything lmk!

Notes: I hope there aren't any glaring mistakes here. If I find any I'll come back and edit. Tbh I wrote 99% of it on my phone because our wifi was down for THREE DAYS here (RIP me!). It finally came back this morning just in time for me to post this for Frankie Friday ❤️

You tap your phone’s screen to illuminate it and check the time for probably the fifteenth time in as many minutes to make sure you’re not running late yet as you stand over the bathroom counter putting the final touches on your appearance, wanting to look perfect for tonight. Nerves flutter in your tummy like butterflies and you have to constantly remind yourself to calm down, take it easy.

“It’s just Fish, nothing to get yourself all worked up about” Benny had offered earlier, unhelpfully.

Sure, to your cousins Benny and Will it was just their longtime friend and military buddy, but to you it was the very cute, though very shy, sweet guy that you had met for the first time only recently since you came to “temporarily” crash at your cousins place.

Temporarily had turned into three months far faster than you anticipated. You needed a fresh start, to get out of a not great situation and it was actually your Aunt who had suggested the move to you during your phone call to her on her birthday. Your mother had already been filling her ear with your personal drama it seemed and though she didn’t want to pry, she did want to help and she suggested getting away for even a couple of weeks, that her sons had lots of room at their place and would be happy to have you for a while. After a few phone calls with both Will and Benny they had settled any doubts you might’ve had and welcomed you with open arms when you showed up at their doorstep with little more than a single roller suitcase and a small potted plant under your arm. It was about all the possessions you had left after the less than amicable split with your ex that left you couch surfing at your friends for months before the transition to Will and Benny’s.

So now here you stand, in the bathroom of the guest bedroom you have been calling your own for three months, getting ready for a date with the painstakingly handsome pilot himself, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales.

You know how badly your cousins have been teasing you about the date, you can’t even begin to imagine the ribbing Frankie must have been taking from them since he’d asked you out last Sunday at a barbecue Will and Benny had been hosting and they’d somehow gotten wind of it. You’re surprised Frankie even kept the date, to be honest. Your cousins, you love them with all your heart, but they can be… a lot. You’re very glad Frankie didn’t back down to the pressure though. You’d seen him a fair bit in your few months here and have been dying for him to finally ask you out. You’d flirted enough and though he’d been quiet and shy in the beginning, the more you got to know each other, the more he seemed to come out of his shell around you.

So now here you were, moments before Frankie was due to show up at your door and you silently cursed yourself for not being as ready as you should be. You wanted to be ready and standing outside by now so that Will and Benny couldn’t get any more jabs in to poor sweet Frankie if he had to stand at the door waiting for you, but as you pull on the short, light denim jacket over your sundress you hear a bark of laughter from Benny and already you know you’re too late.

You quickly press some lip gloss on, run your hands through your hair to make sure it’s falling exactly how you want it to and then take a deep breath in the mirror and quickly scurry out of the bedroom to hopefully save the man that is standing outside on the porch.

“No keeping her out past curfew, no drinkin’ and drivin’, no crazy parties or gettin’ too handsy on the first date”

Benny is listing things off on his fingers to poor Frankie like he’s your father scalding your prom date and you can’t help but roll your eyes.

“Will, you said you’d both be nice” you complain out loud to the older of the two brothers. Will wasn’t much better, but sometimes talking to Benny was like talking to a toddler amped up on a pack of Skittles, there was no getting through when he got over excited about something.

The most ridiculous part about it was that you and Benny were about the same age so it was a little comical, though sweet in his own way, how he tried to ‘big brother’ you.

“Ah c’mon Ace, we were just joshin’ him a bit” Will replies, bright white smile gleaming at you with a hint of mischief dancing in his eyes.

Ace of course being the nickname they had stuck you with since you were old enough to remember. Any family event you’d ever attended whenever there was any sort of game or sport going on the two boys always ensured you were on their team, likely because you were the only one close in age to them but you liked to tell yourself that it was also because the three of you always had fun together. They have always been so competitive and any time they won (largely due to their own efforts) they were sure to tell everyone that it was all because of you, that you were ‘the ace up their sleeve’ even when you barely did anything. Hell most softball games you preferred to sit in the grass picking flowers while they ran circles around you like pro athletes, but it was sweet how they always made sure to include you and make you feel good about yourself.

“Well we agreed you two goons wouldn’t scare him away” you remind them with a playful roll of your eyes and a swat to Benny’s shoulder when you finally reach the doorway.

You can see Frankie’s appreciative gaze roam over you from head to toe and as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth and nervously adjusts his ball cap you know he’s itching to say something to you but probably weighing the pros and cons in his head about the two extra sets of ears hearing what’s meant only for you and so you decide for him. You shove past your two cousins, quickly tell them you love them and not to wait up and push them far enough back in the house so you can slam the door shut, finally leaving you on the porch with just Frankie.

“Hi” you breathe out, a smile spreading across your lips. He looks casual but deliciously handsome in a pair of dark tan khaki pants and an untucked light blue button down with the sleeves rolled up, putting his tanned and muscular forearms on display. He still has his infamous Standard Oil hat on, hints of chocolate brown curls peeking out from underneath it. You don’t think you’ve actually ever seen him without it, come to think of it. You try to picture him without it and an image just doesn’t come.

“You look beautiful” he tells you, a hint of shyness in his tone and a blush rises in your cheeks that didn’t come from a makeup stick.

“Thank you. I’m sorry about tweedle-dee and tweedle-A-D-D in there” you joke, gesturing a thumb over your shoulder at your two cousins who are currently fighting each other over who gets to look through the small pane of glass next to the door to watch your interactions with Frankie on the front step.

“Unfortunately I’m very used to it” he quips, giving you a warm smile. “Shall we?” He asks, sweeping an arm out towards his truck idling at the curb and you nod your head and lead the way.

Before you reach the truck however Frankie jogs up behind you to brush past and ensures he reaches the passenger door handle before you do and opens it wide, offering you a hand to help you up and inside. You both decide to ignore the whooping yells and hands slamming on the glass next to the door at the top of the walkway behind you.

“Let’s get the hell out of here, shall we?” You offer once Frankie’s climbed into the driver's seat next to you and he chuckles but nods his head.

“With pleasure” he agrees and pulls the truck away from the curb.

You’re driving for nearly an hour. Frankie had apologized already on several occasions, admonishing himself for not preparing you beforehand to make sure you wouldn’t be too hungry when he picked you up. You tell him it's fine countless times but he still admits he should’ve discussed his plan with you ahead of time.

“Hey, if what you say is true and these really are the best tacos I’ve ever had, you’ll not only be forgiven but I’ll be glad I was ravenous by the time we get there” you tell him and finally he seems to accept it and offers you a small smile, hand going to the dial on the radio to turn the classic rock tunes up just a little bit for the last few minutes of your drive.

The drive is nice. The ocean follows along in your journey when you look out your window and the way the sun sits in the sky you know it’ll be threatening to set not long after you arrive at your destination. Truth be told you were a little nervous when you first started driving and Frankie mentioned how long the trip would be. You worried that you wouldn’t have much to chat about or that it might get awkward but it had been anything but. Besides Frankie’s little bouts of anxiety about whether or not he should’ve mentioned to you what time you’d actually be eating, everything was going better than you had expected. The conversation seemed to flow easily between the two of you. You had enough jumping off points, with both of you having more than your fair share of stories or anecdotes about Will and Benny. You shared stories of your youths while Frankie caught you up on some of the more recent goings-on with them that you hadn’t been privy to since, before recently, you obviously spent a lot less time with them in your adult years versus the childhood ones. Before long the conversations shifted more to yourselves and your own personal lives and before you knew it Frankie was pulling the truck into a crowded parking lot in front of the beach.

You make your way through the throngs of people on the boardwalk, Frankie’s warm hand on your lower back a steadying presence as he guides you through the crowds towards the brightly painted green and yellow food truck off in the not-too-far distance. Your mouth is watering already and you’re not sure whether it’s for the tacos or the man on your left with the broad shoulders and thick arms but a gentle, calming touch.

If you had to venture a guess, it would be for the latter.

Frankie, to his credit, was absolutely right about the tacos. You’re halfway through your third one when you finally tap out and call it quits, unable to possibly stomach another bite - despite how delicious they are.

“I can’t. I want to, but I can’t” you admit defeat to what’s left of your dinner, tossing your napkin on top of your paper plate and holding your hands up in surrender and the corner of Frankie’s mouth curls up into a smirk.

“They’re good right?” He grins at you from across the picnic table while he stuffs the last bite of his own into his mouth and you roll your eyes dramatically at how good in fact they were.

“They were amazing, seriously. Well worth the drive and the wait” you tell him sincerely and then before you can talk yourself out of it you reach across the table to place your hand on top of his and give a little squeeze with your fingers.

“Thank you for dinner. I’m um… really glad you asked me out tonight”

That confession earns you an ear to ear grin from Frankie who swallows down the last bit of his dinner and then turns his hand palm-up so he can hold your fingers in his grasp.

“Me too. But, the night’s not over” he offers with a playful quirk of his eyebrow.

“There’s more?” Your brow line lifts to your forehead. “I’m going to need a few minutes to digest first” you laugh, placing a hand over your stomach and Frankie chuckles but nods his head in agreement.

“Take all the time you need,” he tells you.

The sun is beginning its descent from the sky as you sit at the table a while longer, happily chatting about everything and nothing. You ask Frankie more about his young daughter and can’t help the smile that tugs at your lips the way his face lights up when he speaks about her or shows you his favourite pictures or videos of her on his phone.

With your food finally settled you’re back to wandering the boardwalk again with Frankie leading the way. He stops you at an ice cream truck and you groan at the idea of having to shove more food into your stomach but the childish grin and teasing nudge to your side with his elbow convinces you to take him up on his offer anyway and you ask for small scoop of the bright orange Tiger Stripe flavour in a dish while Frankie opts for a waffle cone of classic Mint Chocolate Chip.

With no small effort you manage to finish the sweet dessert and toss your garbage into a nearby receptacle and Frankie nudges your shoulder with his and gestures with an outstretched arm towards the beach.

“Wanna go walk it off?” He suggests and you give him an easy smile, more than excited about taking a romantic walk down the beach at sunset with him.

The warm sand squishes between your toes as you walk the length of the beach. Frankie had insisted on carrying your shoes for you when you opted to take them off; the strappy sandals hanging from the fingertips of his right hand while his left brushes experimentally against the back of your right and you turn your palm towards him and he wastes no time taking hold, your fingers interlacing. You smile and press a little closer into his shoulder.

“This is perfect” you sigh as soft waves lap at your feet and the sun bids it’s final adieu for the evening, disappearing just past the horizon on the other side of the ocean.

“So I did good?” Frankie smirks at you and you let out a little laugh, nodding your head.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you answer without hesitation.

“Recommend to who? If you think I’m taking Benny on a date next you’re poorly mistaken” he jokes and it earns an outburst of laughter from you as you grab onto his forearm with your free hand and lean further in still.

“You guys could make a pretty cute couple” you tease and he rolls his eyes, shaking his head in laughter.

“Already got the prettiest Miller on my arm, thank you very much” he affirms and your giggles die down as the blush re-emerges and you turn your gaze down to the sand at your feet and squeeze his arm just a little tighter as a thank you to his easy compliment.

You walk a little while longer, your fingers still entwined and your free hand wrapped around his arm that’s holding your hand, snuggling as close as possible while you continue to chat and joke and tease each other.

Being with Frankie seems so easy. Normally you were so nervous during first dates and it’s been so long since you’ve actually been on one you could barely remember what it normally feels like but you’re certain it’s never felt like this. You felt comfortable. And maybe a lot of that had to do with the fact that you’ve already met with and hung out with him on numerous occasions now there was less to be nervous about. But you think it’s mostly him. He’s so easy going and calm to be around; he just puts you at ease with one upward curve of his lips or the way his soft brown gaze seemingly bores into your very soul with a single look.

Besides that, you knew he must be a pretty decent guy or Will and Benny would’ve had something (aside from friendly teasing) to say about it. They were the big brothers you never had growing up, always looking out for you until your lives took you all down very separate paths and if they trusted Frankie with you, you knew you were in good hands.

Hands that were currently, mind you, smoothing up and down your sides as Frankie pressed you into the passenger door of his pickup as you stood on the street outside your temporary home saying your goodnights.

“Kiss me” you breathe into the limited space between your two bodies that are thrumming with unspent energy.

Not bothering with a verbal response, Frankie closes the distance between you, his lips capturing yours finally for that first kiss you’ve been craving since he picked you up hours ago. He tastes like mint and chocolate, and although normally it would be one of the last options you go for at the ice cream shop, the way it tastes on Frankie’s tongue instantly makes it your new favourite.

The energy in the cab of his truck the whole ride back had been tangible, his right hand on your thigh, yours trying not to dig into the plush material of the seats as you tried to focus your mind on anything other than ordering him to pull the truck into park so you could crawl into his lap and thank him properly, the way you wanted to so badly.

“Hermosa,” Frankie groans, his mouth trailing now from your lips down your jaw and to the side of your throat as his hands grip your hips. The scruff of his beard brushes the delicate skin of your neck when he nuzzles further into you and heat instantly pools in the lower part of your belly, causing a little moan to slip out. You feel your breath quicken, heart rate speeding up to keep pace with Frankie’s that you can feel through your clothes with how closely he’s pressed against you. Your arms raise to wrap around his neck, hands playing with the soft curls at the back of his head, running your fingers through them (something you’d been dying to do since the first time you met him, if you’re being honest with yourself).

“Should’ve taken me back to yours” you whisper against his ear as he continues to nip, lick and kiss at your throat.

“Santi’s on my goddamn couch” he groans, annoyed.

You remembered, now that he’s said it. Santiago, another military buddy of your cousins that you’d met a few times and one of Frankie’s best friends, had been having problems with his girlfriend and a week ago she had actually kicked him out of their shared apartment and with you taking up residence in Will and Benny’s guest room, that left Frankie’s couch.

“Shit” you mutter. You don’t dare take him inside to your room. Though the house looks dark and the boys are probably asleep, that’s not something you’re going to chance. At least not on a first date. You don’t need their judgment, nor do you need Frankie holding anything back from you due to the unfortunate circumstances.

His mouth is back on yours, unable to stay away from it for long it seems. His tongue pushes inside and strokes alongside yours, causing a little shiver to run down your spine. He licks into your mouth, exploring every cavern and swallowing all your little whimpers and whines. Frankie was an amazing kisser. You can’t help but wonder how talented his tongue may be elsewhere; the thought alone sending a fresh wave of arousal through you and causing another moan to slip out which Frankie responds to with one of his own. His right hand leaves your hip and goes to your thigh next, gently raising your leg off the ground to wrap around him and a gasp escapes you when his hand slips under the hem of your dress and trails upwards towards your hip.

“Fuck, Frankie” you breathe, pulling back just enough so you can start peppering kisses to his strong jawline.

“Tell me to stop, fuck, you need to tell me stop” Frankie pleads. You can feel his obvious desire for you pressed into your stomach as his left hand moves down to grope your ass and pull you even closer against him.

“Mmm, don’t want to” you hum into his throat and he groans in desperation, rocking his hips into you and causing a delicious bit of friction where you need it most. Your whole body is tingling, feeling like you could combust at any moment. Your muscles are tense, hands fighting for purchase on any part of him they can grab onto, eager to keep him from convincing himself to pull away from you.

Just when you feel him begin to pull back you do the only thing that comes to mind and turn in his grasp and reach for the back passenger door of the crew cab, swinging it open and pulling him back towards you by the collar of his shirt.

“Fuck, Sweetheart” he stops dead in his tracks, feet outside on the ground still while your ass hits the back seat so you’re seated sideways on the seat, facing him.

“Look, I might not be up for Gentleman of the Year Award or anything, but I’m not… I can’t have our first time be in the back of my truck. You deserve so much better than that”

Your brain doesn’t miss how he says ‘first time’ like it implies that there will be more times, and god you hope there is. And while you don’t disagree with him that fucking in his car like teenagers isn’t maybe the most romantic way to do this, you still need something and you don’t want this night to be over yet.

“Just… come fool around with me a little bit” you shrug, coy little grin tugging at the corners of your lips and you see on his adorable face the moment his resolve crumbles. He’s hopping up into the truck in a flash, slamming the door shut behind him. He pushes you back onto the bench seat so you’re flat on your back and finally rips his hat off his head and tosses it carelessly somewhere to the floor and you’re in a fit of giggles at the playfulness of it all. The laughter dies on your lips however when he’s kneeled before your spread legs and drags your knees up to his hips and presses himself down on top of you, capturing your mouth in a heated kiss while his lower half grinds into yours.

“Is this OK?” He murmurs into the side of your face as his kisses trail towards your throat.

“Mmm hmm” you nod frantically. “More than OK” you promise.

He hums into your throat and brings his right hand to your breast, his large hand covering the mound and gently massaging the soft flesh, kneading and squeezing just right as your little moans and the way your back arches to push your chest further into his touch encourages him.

“Fuck,” he growls before shoving the front of your dress and cups of your bra down so he can get his mouth on bare skin.

He pulls away from your throat and shuffles down slightly, leaning down to swirl the tip of his tongue around the pert bud and then gently pull it into his mouth. He alternates between sucking it into his mouth and teasing with quick flicks of his tongue while nimble fingers pay the other equal attention and you writhe underneath him, grinding into his leg, desperate for any friction you can create.

“Perfect tits” he mumbles into your skin before his mouth switches sides. Your hands are in his hair, gently tugging and scratching over his scalp and the way he occasionally groans and grunts at your actions you know he likes it. You wish you weren’t shoved inside the back of his pickup right now. Oh the things you would let his mouth do to you if you weren’t…

After long minutes of attention spent on your breasts his mouth is finally back on yours. He moans into you when his tongue wraps around yours again and you decide to play a little dirty yourself and wrap your lips around his tongue and suck it into your mouth, just for a moment and then you release. You feel his hardened cock twitch against your hip when he grinds it into you.

“Tell me what you want, Baby” he asks between ragged breaths as his lips create a hot trail of open mouthed kisses down to your collarbone.

You decide to show him, rather than tell him, and reach for his right hand and bring it underneath your dress to the aching need between your thighs and he practically growls into your throat when he feels the damp spot that’s already formed on your panties.

“Oh my god” he groans, taking his first two fingers and rubbing your lower lips over the soft, soaked lace.

“Oh fuck, Frankie, you feel so good” you whine, not caring how wrecked you sound already.

His mouth covers yours again, his kiss hungry and needy as his fingers bravely dip under the waistline of your panties to finally touch your naked sex and push through the warm slick folds.

“Oh my god, make me come baby, please. Fuck.” You beg, your hands wrapping around his neck again and grabbing on for dear life. It’s been far too long and Frankie is quickly unraveling you into a mewling desperate mess.

“I’ve got you, Hermosa” Frankie promises, his breath hot against your ear now and you don’t doubt that he does. His skilled digits are already driving you crazy and he’s barely begun. Maybe it’s because it’s been a while, or maybe Frankie just really knows his way around a pussy.

He plunges two fingers inside of you and you cry out at the welcomed intrusion, whimpering into his shoulder at how he’s nearly got you undone already.

“God you feel fucking amazing” he groans into your heated flesh.

“Fuck Frankie, don’t stop, please” you whimper.

He doesn’t. His fingers continue their torturous assault, pumping in and out of you and occasionally coming out to rub tight little circles around your small bundle of nerves that causes your arm to shoot up in the air, palm of your hand pushing hard against the ceiling of the truck cab as your impending orgasm lingers threateningly.

“Let me touch you, please” you beg and Frankie growls in response before his free hand goes to his pants and nearly rips them open so he can push them down to his thighs and your hand immediately wraps around his throbbing length.

“Holy shit” you breathe. Your fingers failing to quite reach all the way around his impressive girth. He’s warm and heavy in your hand, precum steadily leaking from the head that you gather in your hand to use to coat down the rest of his length.

“Christ” Frankie grunts, unable to stop himself from thrusting his hips once to fuck into your hand. “Shit I’m sorry it’s um, been a while” he confesses shyly and you press a kiss to the corner of his mouth.

“For me too” you tell him, easing his nerves. “God Frankie, I’m so close”

With that he pulls his hand away from you for only a moment, bringing it to his mouth to wet his fingers with his tongue and then they’re back on your clit, experimenting between rubbing and circling and pressing and even lightly pinching until he finds out exactly what makes you squirm under him and he doubles his efforts, working you faster and faster with the pads of his fingertips until you’re coming hard and fast with his name on your lips as you rock into his hand to chase the pressure of his touch.

“Oh fuck, that’s it” Frankie groans into the hollow of your throat, his fingers sticky and slick with your release. “God you’re so beautiful” he praises, pressing kisses to every inch of flesh he can reach.

His fingers continue to languidly stroke through your folds, easing you down from your high while his own breathing picks up at your continued actions below; practiced strokes of your hand wrapped around him while your thumb occasionally ghosts over his slit, gathering the evidence of his arousal and smearing it all over the thick and sensitive head.

“Fuck, I’m close” he warns, eyes screwed shut in concentration, his forehead now resting against yours. “Fuck!” He curses again and then quickly sits up on his knees, causing your hand to fall away from him and he takes himself in hand to finish himself off, not wanting to make a mess all over you or your pretty dress. Not having much option he yanks his shirt up instead and coats his own stomach with white hot ropes of his release until he’s left heaving and panting on his knees before you, free hand clutched tight on your knee beside him, fingers digging in deep enough you think they’ll leave bruises.

You’ll wear them like a badge of honor.

“Shit,” he breathes and then huffs out a little laugh. His eyes dart around for a moment and then he reaches into the little pocket on the back of the front passengers seat and pulls out a somewhat squished little pack of wet wipes (one of the conveniences of having a small child you presume, always lots of supplies around that adults might not otherwise think of keeping handy) and grabs a couple sheets and wipes up the mess he made of himself before shoving the wipes back into the pocket. You’re staring up at him, tip of your pointer finger between your teeth and a coy grin playing on your lips.

That was by far the absolute hottest make out session you’d ever had. Where has Frankie Morales been all your life, and what had you done to deserve him now?

“Are you still OK? That was… OK?” He asks and it’s sweet how he doesn’t even know how badly he just rocked your whole world.

“Ten out of ten would recommend” you retort teasingly, lifting your foot to push gently at his hip and he rolls his eyes playfully and lands a little swat to your thigh.

“Smartass. Maybe I oughta trade you in for Benny after all” he quips. “Get a lot less lip I bet”

“Hmm, but probably a lot less tongue too” you tease right back and he groans as you yank him down on top of you by his collar once more.

You’re not quite finished with Frankie Morales just yet.

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elcpsstuff · 10 months

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The Summer I Remembered You (C.F)

Summary: Y/N couldn’t wait until the days she could return to cousins, but this summer was different. After boundaries were broken and mistakes were made from the summer before, all she wants to do is forget. But when you live with the mistakes you made, how can you not remember?

Warnings: mentions of underage drinking, sexual content, swearing, angst and fluff, cancer mentions and treatment.

A/N: First story! Had the inspiration due to tsitp season 2 coming out. Also intense love square warnings and slow burn so be prepared, please enjoy!

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(THIS STORY UNDER REVISION)

Note to readers: Hi guys! first of all, thank you so much for the love on this story. This was my first ever time writing a full story like this and the fact that you guys love it so much makes me happy inside you have no idea :0 However, after months i’m not very happy with how this story ended up. I had a very different plan when beginning it and the story kind of went off the rails. So, while I appreciate the love on the story it will be re written in some aspects! Some things will stay the same but I feel like this is for the best to fix the plot lines. Thank you! <3

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I felt the sun burn my face through the window, and I was immediately awoken. I looked around to see Belly and Steven jamming out in the front. I looked to the left of me to see an angry Laurel shaking her head at their screams.

“Ah! Y/N! You’re awake?” Steven says, and I roll my eyes at him. Peering back out the window, I saw the cousins beach sign pop up, and a smile appeared across my face.

“You all know what I said earlier, right?” Laurel looks at all of us, “You need to be better this summer. Last summer was.. it was..” she trailed off and I felt the heat of the car pool into me and suddenly I was rolling the window down.

Summer. It was my favorite thing in the whole world, but, things were different now. I was different.

I’ve been coming to cousins since I was a baby, but it wasn’t always with the Conklin’s. My mom and Susannah grew up together, and often not she would come to cousins with her a lot. Then in college, they met Laurel who eventually married my mom’s brother, John.

I lived right down the street from my cousins during the school year, and then with them in the summer. Steven always used to joke claiming we were the “coolest cousins in cousins.”

Weird right?

Everything was normal until it wasn’t. Until my parents were driving home through a bad storm and there car swerved right into a drunk drivers.

sweetie, it’s your parents.

they got in a car crash, and are in critical condition.

they didn’t make it—

They died this September, and that’s when I moved right next door in with my cousins. Nothing really changed, we were always inseparable but now we just lived together.

Anyways, i told myself now was the time to move on. I grieved all this year and did the bare minimum to pass sophomore year with Belly, but I survived.

“I’m gonna be sick if I sit in this car with Steven driving any longer.” Belly looked back at me with a wink. Our favorite hobby was annoying Steven.

“Better then you, you’ll be dead within a week once you get your license—” He paused, “Actually, make that a day—”

Laurel smacked the back of Stevens seat, “Don’t make jokes about that.” Steven rolled his eyes until he realized what Laurel meant and his face went red.

I smirked, “Yeah Steven, are you wishing death on me?”

“i think death is afraid you, Y/N.”

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As Steven honked his horn, I felt the cousins breeze pass my face. There was nothing more beautiful than this. Susannah came running out, with Jeremiah not too far behind.

Belly took Jeremiah by surprise, due to her huge glow up. I stood there watching them hug, with a knowing look on my face. Belly’s crush on Jeremiah wasn’t as oblivious as she intended it to be.

Jeremiah put Belly down and looked my way, a smile spreading across his face. “Look at.. you.” My face felt flushed and he ran up to me, wrapping his arms around my waist and spinning me around.

“Jeremiah! Put me down!” I pleaded, but he kept spinning me until I I felt like throwing up. Asshole.

“You look nice.” He says, once again. I smirk and ruffle his hair a little bit.

Jeremiah puts me down and rushes over to Steven, when a bruiting cloud appears over the house. I look at their silhouette and feel my body tense up.

Conrad. Conrad. Conrad.

My feelings for the eldest fisher brother were obvious, at least to Belly and Susannah. But after everything that happened with my parents, I was different. And besides, I really didn’t want to think about everything that happened last summer. Me and him.

“Y/N, you look beautiful.” Susannah says, pulling me into a hug. I feel her warmth radiate onto me and I embrace it. Susannah was the sun that shined over the house, and the clouds never worried her at all. In fact, she could probably find positive things about the clouds. “How have you been?”

“Fine. I missed you, Susannah.” She smiles and leads us all into the house. The boys grabbed Belly and did their whole Belly flop thing. I just watched from inside the house with Laurel and Susannah.

Being back in cousins was amazing, but something just felt different this year. I mean - things were different. A lot had changed. I felt a hand behind me and turned around to the beautiful blonde women.

“Have you spoken to Conrad yet?” She almost whispers. Damn it. Fuck.

“Umm, maybe?” I basically spat while saying it.

“He misses you, Y/N.” Susannah has a way of saying things that almost made me believe it. Believe anything. Anything but this.

“Please, say hi at least?” She pleads. How could I say no to her? But how could I say hello to him..?

I smiled at her, not wanting to ruin the mood. She walked towards the family room beside Laurel and Belly comes dripping inside.

“Belly! Don’t get me wet!” I yell at her, but with a playful tone.

“Blame the boys, not me.” I looked towards the patio and saw Conrad sitting outside. He looked back at me. Fuck, fuck again. I should make Susannah happy, I have to.

Before I can go outside he turns the corner, and he’s gone.

I sigh and walk out the door and near the pool, maybe If i just wait he’ll come back. Then again, I’ll look totally desperate. Maybe i’ll just go inside again—

“Hi.” I freeze. I turned around to see him standing in front of me with a half smile.

“Hey.” I say. Dry.

“How are you?” He says, and there’s a million things I could say.

“You know, i’m decent. I’m here.” I use my hands to express what I’m trying to say but it just comes out weird.

“Right, that’s good. I’m glad you’re doing better.”

There was an awkward tension wafting in the air and I nodded before rushing back into the house, not daring to look back at him.

—

I really didn’t want to talk about Conrad. Or anything. I was moody because apart of me loved cousins but after being here for a couple of hours I just wanted my parents back.

“He feels different this summer, you know?” She says, flopping onto my bed.

Believe me, I had noticed. I caught him smoking a joint after I abruptly ran away from him. I pretended to know nothing, though.

“I hadn’t noticed.”

“Really? I thought you would notice, you’re like all crushy about him.”

I laughed, “Crushy is not a word.”

“You get what I mean. Like, did you even say hello to him? Like a normal person?”

I grabbed her by the sides and started tickling her, “Isabel Conklin, since when did you get so mean?” I finally let go after a good minute and we were both breathless on the bed.

“I’ve changed. We both have.” She sat up, bringing me along with her. “I mean, we’re hot now. This is our summer.”

I looked into the nearby mirror and couldn’t help but frown. This was supposed to be our summer, but what was summer without my mom? Without things ever being normal again?

—

“I’m so happy we’re all here.” Susannah said, raising a glass at the dinner table.

We all just nodded and let Susannah talk about all the things she wanted to do this summer, which led her to pull out two cards from her pocket.

“What are those?” Belly says before I can ask.

“I wrangled Belly and Yn an invitation to be a debutante!”

Oh gosh. Susannah handed me and Belly the invites and a harsh breeze passed through the air as I recognized these all too well.

“My mom wanted me to do this. She talked about it earlier this year before—” I stopped myself, but it was too late. Everybody knew.

I could feel Conrad’s eyes on mine. All the memories seeping in. We’re my lungs closing in? That’s what it felt like. Belly smiles.

“That sounds like so much fun!” Steven let out a laugh, but Laurel was not amused.

“Those balls are ridiculous. Yn and Belly are not fit for that at all.”

Belly frowned, “Why?” She was obviously more eager to participate in this than I was.

Susannah offered me a small smile, “At least think about it? It will give you two a chance to meet some new people.”

I looked down at the paper, and even though I didn’t want to, I just couldn’t say no, and maybe it was my mother but I couldn’t.

“I’ll think about it.”

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A/N: What do you guys think? Sorry this chapter is kinda short and slow, it’s an introduction lol. The next one will be coming out very soon!

#conrad x reader #conrad fisher #jeremiah fisher #team conrad #team jeremiah #love #summer love #chris briney #gavin casalegno #belly conklin #the summer i turned pretty #tsitp

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With Love// F.W x Reader (1)

Summary: Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life. That was, of course, until the summer before grade 9, after an oddly charming redhead and his brothers helped her cousin escape. it was probably a good thing he forgot to return that key.

word count: 1.3k

Y/n Dursley of number 4 Privet Drive hates her life.

The first born daughter of Vernon and Petunia, who were more than disappointed to find their first child was a girl, overshadowed by her joke of a younger brother, and ignored by her parents.

Well ignored was not quite the right word.

They often pretended she didn’t exist, except when it benefited them to have an older daughter.

Though she knows she shouldn’t be ungrateful for her situation, her cousin Harry had it much worse.

She was only three when he had showed up on their doorstep, she doesn't remember much but she does remember her mother palming off a lot of her responsibilities onto her.

At the time she had thought it was great fun, feeding him his milk and nursing him to sleep. It was like she had her own living doll.

As she grew older, though, the responsibilities grew greater.

By the time she was seven she was making sure Harry was up and ready for school, lunch packed and everything.

By the time she was ten she was signing his school forms, she had always been rather handy with pens.

She remembers the summer that her cousin Harry turned 11, she had saved up what little money she had managed to scrounge together from the paper route she had started two months earlier and gone out and gotten him his very own watch.

It wasn’t a lot, nothing fancy like the watch Dudley had gotten. But it was nice enough, with a simple leather band and silver accents on the face.

She remembers how he had received that letter only a week before and how her mother and father had done their best to keep Harry from reading those letters. How she had tried her hardest to get him those letters.

They were carted across England (just about) and forced to sleep on the floor. She had given Harry the less lumpy space on the floor and had resigned herself to a sleepless night.

That had obviously been before Hagrid had kicked down that door and completely changed the whole course of their lives.

Before she knew it Harry was being whisked away to some school to learn how to be a wizard and she was stuck at home with her parents who would have rather she didn’t exist and a brother she didn’t care for.

She was more than ecstatic when Harry had arrived home for the summer.

The very first-time y/n had ever formally met Fred Weasley was the summer before year 9.

She had woken up to an odd rumbling sound coming from the room across from hers. She had been worried about Harry above all. She had watched as her father fastened bars on his window and a cat flapped on his door after that horrendous disaster of a dinner party.

She had been staring at the heavy lock on his door, silently debating whether now was a good time to try her hand at lock picking when the door swung open.

She stood there, like a deer in headlights, staring at the boy in front of her. Evidently, he was just as surprised to see her as she was to see him.

“If you say anything, I’ll curse you,” He said suddenly, pulling what she assumed was his want out of his pocket and waving it in front of her face.

She knew exactly what he was doing or, more, what he was attempting to do.

She lifted her hand to swat the stick out of her face, and an unamused glare crossed her features.

“First of all, I'm more frightened by the fact that there are strangers in my house than your little magic stick, and secondly, I know you’re not allowed to do magic outside of school, so you can drop the act,” she looked past the boy in front of her and over to Harry, who was talking with another boy who looked exactly like the one in front of her.

The room was silent for a moment; Harry was the first to break the silence.

“Y/n, these are my friends; they’ve come to take me to their place,” He explained.

“Yeah, and if you try to stop us, we will curse you, even if we aren't allowed to do magic outside of school,” said the boy before her.

She trained her focus back to him, eyes narrowed and annoyance evident on her face.

“Do you think that if I wanted to stop you from taking Harry, I would still be standing here?” she asked.

The boy thought for a moment.

“I suppose not,” he said, finally putting his wand back into his pocket.

“Fred and George were going to get my broom and stuff from the cupboard,” He explained.

“Do they need the key?” She asked.

“Key?” The one in front of her asked.

“A small, shaped piece of metal with cuts that fit into a lock and, when rotated can open or close it,” she explained, speaking slowly as if explaining the concept to a young child (or her brother).

It was the boy before her turn to glare.

“I know what a key is,” He said.

“Then do you need one?” she asked.

“I suppose a key would be helpful,” He said quietly.

“Great, follow me. And be quiet,” She said, beckoning him to follow her.

She leads him down the hall, down the steps and into the kitchen.

She quietly picked up a chair and placed it in front of the stove before carefully climbing atop it to retrieve the small key from on top of the cabinet above the vent.

“Here,” She whispered, handing the boy the key. “It’s just the cupboard under the steps we just came down,” She explained.

He nodded, disappearing back the way they came. She stepped off the chair and put it back before making her way to the cupboard.

“Do you need help?” She asked, watching as he grabbed what was left of Harry’s school supplies.

“No, I thought there would be more,” He explained, holding the loose parchment, quills and ink in one hand and balancing the broom over his other shoulder.

“Well, the rest of it’s already in his room,” She shrugged.

“I thought Harry said you guys looked all of his school stuff away,”

y/n bristled at the insinuation that she, too, had been a part of this.

“That’s just my parents; I’ve been intermittently giving him his stuff back,” She explained.

“Really?” He asked, “why?”

“What do you mean why?” She snapped.

“I mean, harry always talks about how horrible you muggles are to him,”

“Correction,” She said, “He talks about how horrible mum, dad and Dudley are,” said.

Then she paused.

“Do you even know my name?” She asked.

“No, but do you know my name?” He shot back.

“Well, I know your name is either Fred or George, and I also know your last name is Weasley,” She said.

“Well, I know your last name is Dursley,” he replied, “And I’m Fred, by the way,”

“Well, Fred, my name is Y/n,” She said.

She followed Fred into Harry's room.

“Okay,” She said, stopping to stand before her cousin, “Be safe, have fun and don’t forget to write to me. It’s like the only thing that keeps me sane in this fucking house.” She said,

“I promise,” He said, smiling widely at her.

She pulled him in for a tight hug before letting him step into the flying ford Anglia (which she had decided to think about later).

“Don’t kill my cousin, or I’ll kill you,” She said to the boy behind the wheel.

She waved goodbye as they flew off.

Her parents didn’t seem to notice the absence of Harry, and if they did, they were actively ignoring it.

She received her first letter a day and a half later.

Dear Y/n,

Hey there! So, I've got to confess... I kind of forgot to give you back your key after rescuing Harry from your place. I know, I know, not my finest moment. Anyway, sorry about that! Hope you're not too mad.

Cheers,

Fred

P.s we didn’t kill your cousin. He’s fine.

enclosed the key she had given to him.

#fred weasley #fred weasley x reader #fred weasley x you #fred weasley x y/n #harry potter #harry potter fandom #harry potter imagine

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metallicaislife · 6 months

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My Girl

A/N: Just a sweet fluff I thought of, enjoy!! 🥰

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 984

Warnings: None

The moment I laid eyes on her, I knew she was going to be my girl.

James, Lars and Dave moved up to the San Francisco area a few weeks ago so that I could join Metallica. I went to their place to hang out and she was there.

I didn’t see any of the guys around, but she was playing her Fleetwood Mac ‘Rumors’ album on the turntable. She danced freely and sang loudly along to ‘You Make Loving Fun’. I couldn’t hide the smile that graced my lips. As she spun around, she opened her eyes and screamed falling over.

“Oh my god, are you okay?” I asked moving to help her up.

“I’m fine. I didn’t think anyone was supposed to be here.” She said and put her hand in mine letting me pull her up. There was a cute dusting of pink over her cheeks. She hurried over to the turntable turning the volume down.

“Sorry, I didn’t call ahead to let the others know I was coming over, I just assumed they’d be here.” I said rubbing the back of my neck.

“They are out grocery shopping. You must be Cliff,” She started and I nodded, “I’ve heard so many good things about you. I mean you must be an absolute asset if those knuckleheads decided moving up here was the best choice for the band.”

“I sure hope so.” I grinned, “And you are?” I asked.

“Oh, shit sorry! I am Y/N, James is my cousin. I am just here for a visit to see if I like it up here.” She said, folding her arms.

“And if you like it here?” I asked as my eyebrow hiked up.

“Then I will find a place up here, and a job.” She answered.

“Do you want to do that?” I questioned leaning against the couch.

“Yeah, I mean I want to be close to James, we were raised together so we are more like brother and sister, but on the other hand I grew up in the LA area so moving out of my comfort zone is a little hard for me. Plus I’d have to make friends, I can’t rely on James and his friends to be my only friends.” She opened up with ease. For some reason that made my heart warm.

“All valid points, growing up is hard sometimes, and pushing the boundaries of your comfort zone can definitely be uncomfortable. Besides, I would like it if you moved up here.” I smiled. Her eyes met mine in a small look of surprise.

“You hardly know me.” She said softly.

“Yeah, but I’d like to get to know you better.” I said. The light dusting of pink she had on her cheeks earlier turned a darker shade of pink.

“I suppose I’d like to get to know you better too.” She answered coyly, making me chuckle.

“How long is your visit?” I asked.

“I will be here for a week, I got in yesterday.” she answered.

“Alright, then if you have some time this week, as a San Fran native I will show you around. Give you the local tour.” I offered.

“That sounds nice, I would like that a lot.” She smiled so sweetly at me, my heart melted.

“WE’RE BACK!” Lars' voice echoed through the house, ending the moment we were having.

“Oh you’re here.” Dave said as he walked past me to take some of the groceries to the kitchen.

“Nice, I wanted to introduce you two soon. Cliff, this is Y/N. Y/N, this is our new bassist who replaced Ron.” James said, sitting the beer down on the coffee table.

“We definitely met like 10 minutes ago when this beanpole scared the ever living shit out of me.” Y/N said, folding her arms letting out the most adorable huff looking away. I let out a chortle.

“Beanpole?” I questioned, but she wouldn’t budge. James raised his eyebrow, turning to look at me and I couldn’t hide my smirk. “I thought you guys would be here, and she thought she was alone-” I started.

“Oh my god did you see her naked?” James’ eyes widened and his nostrils flared. I put my hands up and Y/N whipped around.

“No!” She exclaimed, “I was singing and dancing.” She said more softly.

James cracked up holding his gut as he laughed.

“Sorry, man, nobody should be subjected to that train wreck.” James wheezed. Y/N wound her fist back landing an impressive punch on James’ arm.

“Ow, I was just joking!” He whined, she glared at him. If she could shoot fire from her eyes, James’ would be nothing but ashes.

“I don’t know, I kinda liked it, she looked like she was really enjoying herself, like she was free.” I grinned. Y/N hid her face but I caught a glimpse of the small smile on her lips as James looked up at me and then to her.

“I’m not saying anything because it isn’t my place-” He started.

“Then don’t say anything.” She shoved him softly and left for the kitchen. I heard her asking Dave if she could help put things away.

“You were saying?” I was curious to hear what he had to say.

“Break her heart and I’ll bust your face. She’s a big girl and can make her own decisions. However I’ll gladly put anyone who disrespects her in their place.” James finished.

“I respect that.” I nodded.

“Good. There is more beer in the car. Will you help bring it in?” James asked.

“Sure man.” I answered and went to grab the beer.

I was mentally planning out all the spots to take Y/N on her tour. She doesn’t know it yet, but I do, she is going to move up here and in no time at all, she will be my girl.

Thank you for reading! Feel free to request or chat :)

-Isa

#metallica x reader #metallica #metallica imagines #metallica scenarios #cliff burton #cliff burton x reader #cliff burton fluff #metallica fluff #Spotify

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svnaaaaaa · 3 months

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On My Way - Sano Manjiro (Mikey) : Part Four

pairing : mikey x fem reader

summary : takemichi felt a clench on his heart.

warning(s) : anime + manga adaptation, a lot of self-thoughts,

previous : part three

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author's note : a bit boring so i'm going to compensate it by posting two parts this week!

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the next day at naoto's apartment, takemichi recalled on what was being said about his family.

"have you thought of seeing your cousin, y/n?"

"she died, and her family moved away because mikey changed after the funeral."

'mikey-kun changed? like what?' thought takemichi.

naoto approached takemichi with a file on his hand, handing it to takemichi. "kisaki tetta, a current acting leader in toman, likely the one to commit repeating murder of my sister." naoto informed takemichi, gripping his fist tighter than he could. "naoto, there is no other way around. i need to be toman's leader!" takemichi told naoto as naoto stood up and smiled at takemichi. "i understand." naoto approached takemichi with a held out hand. "takemichi-kun, i trust you. it might be a long journey this time." naoto said and takemichi smiled at naoto, nodding his head.

"yeah." and darkness approached.

2005

"i need to be toman's leader!"

appeared in front of the familiar door, as the door opened, it was his cousin. y/n squinted her eyes at takemichi, making takemichi chuckled. "are you alright bakamichi?" y/n asked, opened the door for him to enter. "have you met hina yet?" asked y/n once again. "i have, i guess." takemichi replied and then y/n's mum walking out of their kitchen. "eh takemichi's here, finished meeting up with hina-chan?" y/n's mum asked jokingly, making takemichi blushed at her remark, takemichi's love life is a no strange to the l/n's family. "oh yea, y/n, earlier today there was someone looking for you." y/n's mum informed as y/n went to her to take a plate of fresh washed apples. "who?"

"he said his name was mitsuya, ring any bells?"

takemichi's eyes widen opened while y/n was confused. 'do i know any mitsuyas?' thought y/n. "maybe he was mistaken y/n for me, because we are cousins afterall." takemichi explained. "oh really, well, if it is your friend then tell him that he is welcome anytime." y/n's mum said as she smiled and then entered the kitchen once again.

"anyway, where are you here bakamichi?"

arrived at musashi shrine, toman's gathering spot, takemichi saw a silhouette that he knew it belongs to whom. turned around, it was mikey, on his own. "takemitchy, what's the sudden urgent?" mikey asked, making takemichi to gather his courage before standing infront of mikey.

"mikey-kun, when you asked me to bring baji-kun back from valhalla, can i ask you to do one thing for me?" takemichi asked, mikey looked at takemichi with wonder on his face. "hm, what is it?" takemichi looked at mikey in the eyes, hesitation filling his mind. "can you, kisaki..." stuttered as anger filled his mind.

"i'd kill kisaki." draken's voice filled inside takemichi'a mind.

"get kisaki out of toman." takemichi said, making mikey confused by the sudden request. "why'd you recruit him? i can't explain the reason why but he is a bad news and he's going to ruin toman!" takemichi informed mikey. trembling slightly, mikey stood up from his seat. 'there's no way he would understand this! naoto!' thought takemichi.

"okay." was all mikey said, making takemichi confused by his response.

"huh?"

mikey smiled. "we're going to fight with valhalla pretty soon, so bring baji right before it." mikey said, takemichi stood up as well. "and prove to me that you're more useful than kisaki." mikey continued.

"mitsuya!" mikey called, making takemichi surprised. 'mitsuya-kun? how does he-' takemichi thought intrupted as he could see a silver haired guy behind one of the trees. "we can see your silver hair from behind that tree." mikey informed, making mitsuya came out from behind the tree and walking towards where mikey and takemichi stood at, scratching behind his head, smiling in embarrassment as he was caught up. "aw man, you saw that." mitsuya said. "good timing as i'm putting takemitchy in your division." mikey informed, making both takemichi and mitsuya shocked.

"eh?"

"i'm excited to work with you!" takemichi said as he bowed at mitsuya's way, causing mitsuya chuckled awkwardly.

staring out of the window, takemichi remembered on his encounter with draken from the future.

"i'd kill kisaki." draken said as takemichi shuddered from his seat in the cubicle. takemichi stared at draken, thinking whether he should ask draken regarding valhalla or not. "draken-kun, do you remember valhalla, that gang without its leader? wasn't the leader was kisaki?" takemichi asked, draken whose expression was stoic, saying, "no he wasn't." takemichi shocked at draken's answer. 'if it wasn't kisaki then who?'

"the headless angel's head was mikey, kisaki built valhalla for mikey." draken told takemichi. he could feel the ground swallowing him as he tried to accept what was said by draken. "12 years ago, valhalla took over toman into that bloody halloween fight and revamped toman into what it is today." draken informed. "bloody halloween, that was toman and valhalla's big fight, isn't it?" takemichi asked and draken nodded his head yes. "and faced its first lost." draken said and once again, a new information shocked takemichi.

"h-how toman lost when the invicible mikey is on their side?" takemichi asked as he could feel like he wanted to throw up with the thought of toman lost when he saw how strong and powerful mikey was despite his figure, hence the name. "it was mikey's fault that toman lost." draken told him.

"that day, mikey killed kazutora because kazutora killed baji."

"bakamichi!" takemichi's trance was snapped as y/n came into his class and slammed her hands on takemichi's desk. takemichi turned his head at y/n as a reflex. "hina asked you go to the rooftop for lunch, and bring your bento." y/n informed as takemichi glanced at the clock on the blackboard wall and realized that it was lunch break. grabbing his bento, he and y/n walked their way to the said rooftop for lunch together.

"for that, kisaki has prepared a decoy for mikey and mikey fell into darkness as valhalla took over toman, making it as huge organization alongside mikey as their leader and kisaki, acting leader." draken explained as takemichi felt tears forming.

"thinking back, the reason why kisaki join toman was because he had his targets set on mikey from the beginning."

'i gotta save mikey-kun!!'

at the rooftop, takemichi saw hinata and y/n sat across each other, making takemichi smiled at the scene. 'by the time i manage to save hina-chan and mikey-kun, i hope i will see this view again in the future with mikey-kun too as a family.'takemichi thought to himself. y/n who sensed takemichi's presence, looked towards the door and saw takemichi smiled to himself. y/n grimaced at takemichi. "oi, bakamichi! what are you doing there?" y/n called out, causing takemichi to snapped out of his little day-dreaming and walking his way towards the girls. hinata laughed at the two cousins' antics. "i swear he has gone crazy from time to time." y/n said to hinata and takemichi took his seat next to hinata.

"are you okay takemichi-kun?" hinata asked as the three of them are enjoying their lunch together. takemichi looked at hinata, worried drew on hinata's face, causing a clenching on his heart. takemichi smiled sadly at her,

"don't worry, i am fine."

after school, both takemichi and hinata went home together as y/n went off to her sister's elementary school. walking her way there, she saw someone familiar. almost familiar. "manjiro-kun!" y/n called out and mikey turned around. seeing that smile, mikey smiled to himself, 'cute.'

"hi y/n-chan, what are you doing here?" mikey asked and y/n could feel the butterflies in her stomach. 'gosh he's cute!' y/n thought to herself. "i was on my way to pick up my sister." y/n replied and mikey nodded his head. "how about i send you there?" mikey offered as he tapped his CB250T. "my beloved babu would love to send you there." mikey added, making y/n chuckled. "sure, why not." y/n replied as mikey started his engine, with y/n riding on it at the back, mikey put on first gear and swayed away the bike before changing into second gear and so on. y/n, whose placed her hands on mikey's waist, just smiling throughout the journey to her sister's school. even though the journey was short, but it created a memory for her.

once arrived, y/n got off the motorbike, leaving a warm feeling on mikey's back. "thanks for the ride, i am hoping to ride it again." y/n said as blush creeped on her face. same goes with mikey's face. "my babu is also hoping for you to ride it again." mikey told y/n, making y/n chuckled. "nee-san!" a voice calling y/n was heard and y/n turned her body towards her sister and waved her arm as mikey just watching them.

as yuuki reached to her sister, she saw the guy her older sister stood with. "who is this?" yuuki asked. mikey smiled and kneeled down one knee to yuuki's height. "nice to meet you, i'm manjiro but you can call me mikey." mikey introduced himself and held out his hand to yuuki. yuuki reached to mikey's hand and shooked it. "l/n yuuki, but i'm going to call you manjiro because that is the name your parents gave to you right?" yuuki asked, making mikey chuckled. "alrighty then, you can call me manjiro." mikey said, smiling warmly. then his phone rang. mikey pulled out the phone from his pocket and saw draken's name. pressed the green button, mikey answered the call. yuuki and y/n looked at each other, making y/n worried all of the sudden.

after the call, mikey pressed the red button and keep his phone back into his pocket. turning his body towards the l/n sisters, with a smile on his face, "sorry, i have to go now. kenchin said something urgent came up." said mikey, both y/n and yuuki nodded their head and soon after that, mikey left.

"what a guy huh?" yuuki asked and y/n nodded her head, smiling at the thought of meeting mikey again, watching until mikey out of her sight.

later that night, at their promised place, mikey and draken talked about calling off the feud and kazutora. mikey sighed at the thought of it. "is there really no going back?" mikey asked, touching his motorbike. "what would my big brother do?" draken smiled lightly, "who knows? talk it over your CB250T until you're satisfied." draken said and mikey hopped on his motorbike, starting the engine.

right after pressing gear one, he surfed the road away.

#sano manjiro #manjiro sano #mikey sano #sano mikey manjiro #sano manjiro x reader #sano manjiro x y/n #sano mikey x reader #tokyo revengers sano manjiro #manjiro sano x reader #manjiro sano x y/n #manjiro sano x you #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x reader

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viktheviking1 · 5 months

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Octavia’s reaction to Asmodeus

Loona and Via sat crouched by the door, listening to Blitz and Stolas on the otherside. "We're trapped in a h*rny prison!" Blitz shouted from inside.

“Those two would be given a life sentence.” Via smirked at Loona, who was now happily hogging all the popcorn.

Loona munched as she talked, “Absolutely! They are by far the horniest people I know.”

“Well, you’ve clearly never been to Lust.” Ozzie said as he approached from around the corner.

“Oh, the chicken’s back-” Loona started.

“Lord Asmodeus!” Via stood up suddenly, dusting herself off. She started, to curtsey, realized she wasn’t in a long dress, fumbled a bit, and ended up bending slightly at the waist, hoping it would suffice.

"Asmo-wha . . .?" Loona mumbled. She had met him earlier, but hadn't learned his name.

Ozzie smiled at Via's attempt at being proper and ruffled her hair and beanie, "Octavia! I haven't seen you since you still had down! How you been?"

Via took off her hat to adjust her hair, then put it back on, "I, Uh- I'm fine."

Loona stood up and leaned on Via's shoulder, "You mind catching me up on what's going on here."

"Oh, uh, Loona this is Asmodeus, the embodiment of lust. And Asmodeus, this is Loona, Blitz's . . . roommate?" Via trailed off.

"And receptionist. Good to meet you properly." Loona stuck out her hand, and Via tried not to visibly cringe at the incorrect social conduct.

Ozzie took the handshake without missing a beat, "Charmed! Are you young ladies enjoying the show?"

"Yeah, where'd you guys go earlier?" Loona leaned fully onto Via's head, who pushed her off, only mildly annoyed.

"Oh, we're just on the other side of the building, prepping some things." He smiled knowingly, "Just wanted to say hi to Stolas's pride and joy. Still can't believe how tall you are now. You training with the astro magic . . . Doohickey?"

"Yeah, the grimoire . . . Dad's teaching me some things. . ." Via rubbed her arm nervously.

Asmodeus had been holding a walkie talkie, which had been silent, but now Fizzarolli's voice came through, "Ozzzzzie! Come baaaaack! I'm boooorrreed!"

Asmodeus sighed, and crouched down to eye level to the Via, "Sorry, I've got to go, but listen, I can't imagine how rough your family life is right now. I'm honestly surprised you're cool with all this. And I know you don't really know me, or I you, but if there's ever anything I can do for you, call me, okay?"

Ozzie produced a small business card, and Via took it, looking the artistic details on both sides, which looked like beautiful design at a glance, but upon closer inspection, included d*cks in the intricate designs.

"Ozzzzzzzzziiiiiiieeeee! I can't trash talk Blitz by myself, I need an audience!!! Come laugh at my jooookkkesss!" Fizz's voice whined.

"Alright, I'd better get back, before I upset the Misses." Asmodeus bowed to them both, and turned into a blue flame, floating away.

The two stood there in silence for a moment, before Loona said, " . . . Wow . . . The deep-fried, feathered d*ckhead is a deadly sin."

I imagined Via's relationship with Ozzie to be that of like a great uncle or your dad’s cousin’s husband. Someone you might see at extended family reunions, and maybe hear about in family stories, but you’ve only actually met in person like 4 times, and 2 of those was before you were old enough to remember. But they remember fondly being there when you were 2 and played in a toilet that one time, so you’ve gotta accept their love for you; even if you know more about your local underpaid baristas who you see briefly once or twice a week, than them. That's my headcanon, anyway.

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Happy Pacific appreciation week!

Prompt: Day 3 ( February 8th ): Underrated characters Author's note: Could it be, me posting a fic on the day of the prompt before midnight? We're all surprised! I wrote about Lena, because she is criminally underrated in my opinion. Anyway, as with the first two this will probably end up on AO3 after I have some time to go over it again. You can find me there under roaroftheninth.

Lena will live for much longer in John’s aftermath than she ever did with him. It’s the kind of thing that will lay you straight out, if you let it – if you think about it too much. Not prone to fits of emotion, or to falling apart, she nevertheless knows better than to issue herself that particular challenge.

She tries not to think about it too much.

When their first wedding anniversary comes, he’s been gone for five months already, an interminable amount of time that is somehow, unbelievably, only a fraction of a lifetime – five months down, and so, so many more to go. Lucy goes with her into town – have a drink, take your mind off it – but by the time they get there, she can’t face getting off the train and looking strangers in the face. They disembark at the next stop instead, cross to the other platform, and get the train home.

By Christmas, John’s been dead for almost a year (longer than they’d known each other – she tries not to think about that too much, either, because the passage of time feels like missing a stair in the dark, a terrifying drop into the rest of her life). She has dinner with his family, his brothers trying to keep it from being a subdued affair, his parents completely unable to try. John’s sweet, grey-haired father, somehow smaller even than the last time she saw him, withered by grief, comes to sit with her and holds her hand. She bites down so hard on the part of herself that wants to weep that her whole body aches.

On the first anniversary of his death, she gets up earlier than usual and makes French toast. It doesn’t taste right, like everything sweet about it is gone. She doesn’t finish it. Lucy doesn’t say anything about it, but she gives it a week and then says, off-handedly, I’ve got a cousin who’s single. Nice guy, works in marketing or something. You want me to set you up? Lena is very polite but very firm. She does not want to be set up.

When summer comes again, she is one of the few marines left from wartime service. The familiar faces have dwindled in the past eight or ten months. Most of them see her wedding ring and assume she’s got a fella somewhere. It suits her fine. She still does not want to be set up.

It’s been almost three years since the last time she saw John when she spots the back of a dark head in a crowd. The lilt of his walk, the precise, tiny conceit in that stride, stops her in her tracks. She would know it anywhere. A hundred lifetimes from now, she would know it. John. She calls out, a hand flying up, because if she loses him in the crowd, what then? The rawness in her voice makes a handful of people turn around, but not him.

He turns and ambles into a hardware store, unaware. In profile, he is so obviously not John that her knees buckle.

John has been lost to her for five years when her smallest and most precocious niece asks her when she’s going to get married again. It is not a difficult question to answer – I’m not. She had never had a strong desire to get married, or not one that superseded everything else, anyway. Women who got married became wives, and there is nothing wrong with being someone’s wife, but she has never wanted to be only someone’s wife. She likes being a marine; she likes her neatly-kept apartment with its park view and no one to tell her not to leave her books open with cracked spines on the arm of the chair, or her empty coffee cups on the table. She has always liked doing things on her own time. She had even begun to assume that she was not the marrying kind at all before she met John, who had immediately made himself a notable exception to all of her rules.

And then she hadn’t been allowed to keep him. Now she was back to who she had always been – not the marrying kind. She knows better than to expect another John.

It is ten years since John when she looks around and realizes that she has friends to whom she has never mentioned that she is a widow. She barely thinks of herself as one. A widow is a descriptor given to delineate you in relation to someone else, and she has been on her own for a very long time.

I’m a widow, she thinks, frozen in place at the grocery store, in the middle of the soup aisle. Why does the word feel so strange?

The following year, when John’s father dies, she attends the funeral, and John’s family treats her like she belongs, like they always have. When she gets home, it’s the first time she cries since she stopped crying over John. It is like something has fallen away inside of her, created a pit of gravity that pulls down and down and down, and she doesn’t go to work the next day. It’s the one time she calls in sick in her entire career.

It is twenty-three years that John’s been gone when she retires from the marine corps. There is a flurry of interest, people turning their heads when they remember that she’s Lena Riggi Basilone. It doesn’t feel intrusive to let other people have a piece of John, the way it once did. He had never especially liked being a war hero, but she thinks he would have liked being remembered.

She’s been on her own for thirty-five years when she absently takes her wedding ring off one day, trying to find some relief from the way her hands are swollen from the summer heat wave. The way her heart lurches when she rubs that spot with her thumb only to find it bare feels like a dim echo of the day they told her about John, an incomparable loss – an insurmountable panic. She turns the house upside down, scratching her arm on the edge of the bookshelf, until at last, disheveled and bleeding, she finds the ring sitting next to the bed, precisely where she left it.

It's been forty-two years since John when her great-niece asks her about the wedding photo on her mantle and she feels herself brighten. Oh, that’s John. Isn’t he handsome? She tells every story she knows until her cheeks hurt from smiling. The ache is gone, burned away, and only the rest remains, transcendent.

She is more than five decades on from the last time she saw John and she still walks on the beach most days, mainly to get out of the house, although she likes the way the air smells, too, likes the sound of the gulls, and the waves against the pier. It is a bright, windy day, and she is not alone on the sand, though she lets her gaze flow off of other people like the water that scurries in, frothy white, and slinks away across the sand again. She is not here for them. She has reached the end and turned back to return the way she came when ahead of her, she spots the back of a dark head.

It has been a very long time, and yet – and yet.

The lilt of his walk, the precise, tiny conceit in that stride, stops her in her tracks. She would know it anywhere. A hundred lifetimes from now, she would know it. John. She calls out, a hand flying up, because if she loses him in the crowd, what then?

This time, he turns around.

#tpweek2023 #hbowardaily #the pacific #fanfiction #roaroftheninth

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A Glimpse

(Tobias Carrick x F!MC) in a Choices Open Heart drabble for Day 7 Tobias Carrick Appreciation Week

A/N Just a few short glimpses into the future for Tobias and Chris and how they spend their wedding anniversaries.

Rating G for a ton of fluff.

@tobias-carrick-appreciation-week @jerzwriter @hopelessromantic1352 @choicesficwriterscreations @twinkleallnight

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Greenwich, Connecticut, a few months before the end of Chris's third year at Edenbrook...

Everything was done. The mad rush to the church. The nerves at the altar. The kiss. Too many pictures. The cutting of the cake. First dance. Toasts from those they loved. Thanking everyone for coming. All was behind them.

The rest of the wedding reception was spent simply enjoying themselves with those they loved.

Tobias was off near one of the outdoor bars. He chuckled as his brothers and friends continued to tease him for finally giving in and settling down.

"Though," his brother, Phillip, quipped, "I think Chris only married you to get to be with Tobey more often."

Tobias searched the tables then spotted his bride of about four hours slow dancing with his eighteen month old nephew on her hip. He could hear the gurgle of laughter the little one let out each time she dipped him. His niece, Tabitha, was giggling whenever Chris twirled her so that her flower girl dress could flare out.

"Who are all the men over there?" Ethan asked.

They all turned to see nine huge men between the ages of thirty to forty watching Chris. The guys were talking amongst themselves, smiling at seeing her so happy.

"Those are the Dr. Valentine's." Tobias explained. "All of them are Chris's cousins. All are doctors. All are highly protective over her since she is the first female Valentine born in four generations."

Will whistled. "Welp. It was nice knowing you."

"Those are the ones that made quite an impression on Tobias." Hugh explained. "I'll never forget the call I got when he first met them in Scotland." He chortled. "I believe he wanted to make sure I had his last will and testament prepared."

"How come we haven't heard about this?" Dean demanded. "I remember when you and Chris went there for a week. You acted like everything went great."

"Because it's a story for another time." Tobias explained.

Deciding he had enough good natured ribbing, he gripped Phillip's arm and propelled him towards the dance floor.

"Time to get your kids. I feel the need to cut in and dance with my wife."

Phillip reached down, swooping his daughter up in his arms, surprising a squeal out of her. He then coaxed Tobey away from Chris.

Tobias smirked at having her all to himself once more.

"Hello there." She said, sliding her hands up his chest.

"Hello yourself." His hands moved along the open back of her gown.

"How are you?" Chris asked a touch nervously.

His eyebrow raised over that odd question. "Fine. You?"

She nodded, biting down on her bottom lip.

Tobias pulled her closer to him. "What is it?"

Chris darted her eyes about as if afraid someone would overhear. "Nothing."

He lowered his head to get her to look at him. His brow furrowed over how she was acting. She'd been so happy earlier. Her joy was infectious spilling over into everyone she came into contact.

But now...

"Chris, you're not..." he couldn't help but be amused, "nervous about tonight, are you?"

"I am in a way. More like anxious" She admitted. "I know. It's horrible."

"And what are you anxious about?" He prodded.

Her cheeks turned a shade darker. "I'm anxious to leave here."

Tobias began to slow his steps. "You're not enjoying the reception?"

"I am. I really am! But I'd rather be somewhere else right now."

"Don't stop!" She tugged him back into the simple box step they'd been doing. "I'll never find a place for us to disappear to if you do."

"Disappear? What are you talking about?" He asked, completely baffled by the woman in his arms.

Chris looked up at him. A smile he recognized immediately graced her lips.

His own curved in response.

"Can't wait to get to our honeymoon suite?" He teased.

She laughed, shaking her head. "Have you met my husband?" Her eyes shined as she tilted her head up toward him. "He is so sexy."

"He's got nothing on you." He leaned down to kiss her.

She sighed the moment his lips touched hers. Her hand raised to caress his cheek.

He smiled against her lips when he heard her muffled groan the moment it ended.

"If I'd known marriage would make you want me this bad, I'd have proposed after our first date."

Chris ducked her head with a giggle when he teased her some more over it.

"I can't help it!" She said, her smile growing more tender as she gazed up at him. "I love you and want to show you just how much I do."

Tobias felt his heart ache for all he felt for her. He murmured how much he loved her then gave her a long, deep kiss.

"I think you might be the greatest spouse in the world right now." He teased. "I don't think any person has managed that feat after being married for only a few hours."

"I can't wait to collect my prize." She brushed her body against his.

"When are we allowed to get out of here?" He whispered.

"Not for another few hours." She grumbled playfully. "Our moms planned out everything, including what time the limo comes to take us away."

"No wonder you've been looking around for a place we can be alone." He started his own search. "What about the changing rooms?"

Chris shook her head. "That's too near the restrooms."

He grimaced. "What if we go down to the beach?"

"People are taking their children down there whenever they get bored." She pointed towards a family of four coming back up to the reception from playing in the sand. "The last thing we need to do is scar them for life."

He softly cursed. He was more than ready to fall in with her plans if they could find a way out.

"The marina?" He offered.

"And get caught having sex on someone else's boat by the night guard?" She shook her head. "I considered it then decided it wasn't worth the embarrassment."

"Come on." Tobias gripped her hand. "There is somewhere around here we can have some privacy."

The two smiled at those who called out to them as they made their way past the tables set up outside. They searched through some of the shadowed areas before going into the clubhouse. A good number of guests were inside and were more than happy to talk to the couple.

"We'll just have to control ourselves." Chris whispered, when he led her to a darkened side of the building.

He pressed her against the wall, his lips already drawing soft moans from her.

Chris knew she should stop him but this was all she'd thought about since they parted ways the night before. Her mouth slanted over his when his hand slipped through the slit of her skirt.

"We can't." She gripped him close as he traced patterns along her upper thigh. "Someone will either see or hear us."

"I want to touch you." Tobias whispered, his tongue tracing her ear. "I've thought about it ever since I saw you walk down the--"

The two heard footsteps coming their way and jerked apart from one another.

Ethan stopped short when he saw them looking slightly guilty.

"Should I ask why you're standing here in the dark?"

Chris shook her head.

"We can't find a place to be alone." Tobias explained.

"Why don't you leave?" Ethan asked.

"We can't. The car won't be here for a few more hours." Chris replied.

"Oh." Ethan dug in his pants pocket and tossed his car keys to Tobias.

The newly wedded couple stared at him in surprise.

"Go on." He waved them off. "I'll tell everyone you stole my keys. Just leave them at the front desk so I can get them in the morning."

Chris hurried over to hug him. She placed a sweet kiss on his cheek.

"Thank you, Ethan." She said softly.

His throat convulsed as he nodded. "Congratulations Chris." He said with a bit of emotion.

Tobias shook his hand, then pulled him forward, patting him on the back in that way men hugged.

Ethan snorted softly. "Get out of here before you're caught."

"You know, my sister-in-law, Veronica, has a cousin you might like." Tobias whispered. "Her name's Sophie and I bet she'd love to hear about you being stuck without a way back to the hotel."

Ethan rolled his eyes. "That's the last thing I need right now." His lips curved into a genuine smile. "Go on and enjoy your night."

Tobias slipped his arm around Chris and disappeared into the darkness.

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Late one night, two years later...

Chris blew out a frustrated breath when the latest lab results proved her new theory wrong. She hated having to go back and demand a new set of blood work after all her young patient had been through.

Tobias and Ethan looked up when she returned to the office. Harper finished crossing out the last few theories on the dry erase board they'd each offered.

The expression on Chris's face let them all know that they were back at square one.

"We've been at this for twelve hours." Harper interrupted the new frustrated discussion going on around her. "We should take a break, get some dinner, then come back refreshed."

"You're right." Ethan rubbed a hand down his face. "Let's take the next hour or so then regroup."

He reached over and plucked the medical journal out of Chris's fingers.

"No more research until we get back." He ordered. "If we keep staring at this, we'll only become more frustrated."

"And we'll most likely make another mistake." Harper patted Chris on the shoulder. "We will solve it."

"Take your wife to dinner." Ethan told Tobias. "Get her mind off this for a while."

He and Harper left the couple still sitting at the table.

"My mind is not going to stop trying to figure out why Paul can't stop vomiting." Chris exploded once the door shut. "I'm not going to be able to sit at some restaurant and act like everything is great!"

Tobias relaxed back in his chair. He quietly watched her release the growing anger she'd been holding in with each misdiagnosis.

When she finally got to the point where he knew she'd start crying tears of frustration, he got up and took her in his arms.

Chris buried her face against his neck while she took shuddering gasps to calm down. Tobias gently ran his hand in a soothing circle on her back to help her regain her composure.

"I'm sorry." She mumbled. "I know that didn't help anything."

"Did it help you?" He asked, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She laughed, snuggling closer into his embrace. "It kinda did."

"Then we aren't going to worry about it." He let her go, snagging her hand as he headed for the door.

"Where are we going?" She asked.

"To eat." He tugged her close to his side, draping his arm around her. "Harper's right. We need food and a break."

Chris's nose wrinkled in a way he recognized as her begrudging agreement. He smiled to himself as he guided her toward the locker room.

"Do I really have to change?" Chris asked.

"No." He winked at her. "But I do have a surprise for you."

She rose up on her tiptoes to see what he had hidden in his locker.

He turned around with a single red rose.

"Tobias." Chris couldn't stop smiling. "What is this for?"

"Isn't it customary for a husband to give his wife flowers on their anniversary?"

Her smile disappeared in a flash.

"Oh no." She moaned, dropping her head in her hands. "I completely forgot!"

"I know." He said with his typical smirk. "For the record, I remembered."

"I'm so sorry!" She slumped down on a bench. "I got caught up in these last few cases and--"

"I have your real gift at home." Tobias added, needling her a bit more. "And I must say, it's going to blow you away."

Chris narrowed her eyes at him. "You are going for the title, aren't you?"

"Going for it? No." He leaned in close to her and pressed a kiss to her lips. "I already won it from you."

Chris bit back her laughter at the proud look on his face. "I guess you did."

"Ahem." He stood before her, arms spread wide. "I'm waiting."

Chris got to her feet, cleared her throat, and said the words.

"You are the greatest spouse in the world."

Tobias sighed in an over exaggerated manner. "Finally!"

Chris laughed while wrapping her arms around him. "I'll have you know that I'm taking it back from you next year."

"I think this will be the beginning of my winning streak." He declared.

"And what does this year's winner declare as his prize?" She asked.

"What I always want." He whispered, cupping her rear to press her closer to his groin.

His lips captured hers in a heated kiss.

"Then," she said, "you shall have it."

With a coy look, she took his hand to lead him out.

"Where are we going?" He asked when she led him further down the hall.

"To see if the on-call room is free."

He took the lead, hurrying her down the hall.

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Four years after their wedding...

Tobias glanced about at all he'd done to maintain his title. The cottage he'd rented was filled to the brim with luxury. A hot tub made only for two waited on the enclosed porch with a bottle of champagne chilling nearby. Candles were lit to soothe away the stressful week they'd had earlier at work.

He'd already called the resort well ahead of time to have a dinner prepared that Chris would love. He also had a very expensive necklace he'd purchased earlier that month just in honor of this special day.

He couldn't wait to see how the emeralds would look in contrast to her pale skin and green eyes.

He tapped his foot, waiting on Chris to finish getting dressed for the evening. Her gasps of surprise followed by the heat of her kiss let him know he'd chosen right.

He couldn't wait to hear her declare him once more as the greatest spouse.

"Tobias?" Chris called out. "Could you come here?"

He walked back inside, checking the time as he did so.

"What's...?" He came to a dead stop in the doorway.

His eyes were directed on the small white object in Chris's hands.

"Chris? Is that?" He swallowed.

She nodded. "I wanted to wait until our anniversary to tell you. Even though I've had it confirmed through blood tests and all, I couldn't resist taking one more test."

She smiled as she handed the positive pregnancy test to him.

"Happy Anniversary, my love." She said softly.

He swept her gently in his arms, pressing a kiss to her lips.

She smiled in the kiss.

"Are you blown away?" She asked.

Tobias nodded.

"Completely speechless over my surprise gift?"

"I am." He told her, marveling at this unexpected news.

Her smile turned mischievous. "Then the title is mine."

His eyes widened before a slow smile formed on his lips.

"I'll gladly concede to you this time." He kissed her tenderly.

"I'm waiting." She mumbled against his lips.

He stepped back and cleared his throat.

"You are the greatest spouse in the world."

His eyes shined with a tender emotion.

"And you are going to be the greatest mother the world has ever known."

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Five years later...

"What are we doing?" Fiona whispered.

Jamie shushed his little sister. "We're helping Daddy win."

Fiona climbed over her brother's lap to reach for the glitter.

"Mommy likes green." She told him as she shook some all over the card she'd made and all over the living room carpet.

"I know." Jamie huffed while coloring another dinosaur on his.

Tobias walked in to check on their progress.

"Look it!" Fiona commanded, pointing to her own creation.

"Beautiful." Tobias replied.

"Look at mine!" Jamie held his up.

"Perfect." He smiled at them. "Nothing makes your mother happier than when you two surprise her."

He rubbed his hands together. "These combined with my gift will blow her away this year."

His two children giggled as they followed him back into the kitchen.

"I saved you two a bowl." He passed the leftover frosting their way when he noticed them eyeing the strawberry cake on the counter.

The two happily sat down at the table to lick the spoons he handed them.

"I'm home!" Chris yelled out.

"Mommy!" The two ran out to greet her.

Tobias followed with the bouquet of flowers in hand he had delivered earlier.

"Happy Anniversary." He kissed her tenderly.

"Happy Anniversary." She caressed his cheek.

"Those are beautiful." She took a deep breath of the roses.

He smirked at her. "I know."

He and the children presented their gifts. Though she exclaimed over each one she opened, Tobias noticed she didn't seem worried about losing the title to him. Again.

He started wondering what she had up her sleeve. She was much too calm as she sat down at the table to eat the dinner he'd carefully prepared.

"Grandma's picking us up." Fiona told her. "Daddy said you have to be alone tonight."

"He did?" Chris bit back her laughter as her children told her it was the rule.

Tobias shrugged with a wink. "I don't make the rules. I simply follow them."

It wasn't long before hugs and kisses were given when Celeste showed up with Roger to gather Jamie and Fiona up for the evening.

Tobias and Chris waved goodbye, staying on their front porch until the car disappeared around the corner.

"I'm waiting." Tobias whispered, wrapping his arms around Chris from behind.

She laughed, shaking her head. "You'll have to wait a little longer."

"Oh?" He watched her, puzzled when she walked back inside without a care in the world.

She glanced at him, then began to undress.

His eyes widened with each piece of clothing that dropped to the floor. The emerald green teddy she had on matched the necklace he'd given her the night she told him she was pregnant with Jamie.

"Chris." He breathed.

"Though I bought this just for tonight, this might be the last time I can wear it for a while." She sauntered up to him.

Her hands moved over the hard planes of his body, drawing a moan simply from her touch.

"Why? You look incredible in it." He leaned down to kiss along her shoulder. "I've never wanted to keep you both in something and rip it off at the same time as much as I do this."

A gasp slipped from her lips when he lifted her in his arms and carried her upstairs.

"Easy there." She told him. "You're carrying precious cargo."

"I know." He replied, kissing her deeply.

"I don't think you do." She sank down on the bed as he covered her with his body.

He smirked as he trailed kisses down her body. When he reached her stomach he pressed a long, tender kiss upon it.

Chris's eyes filled with tears. "How did you know?"

He rose back up to kiss her. " You started eating strawberries with everything."

"Dammit." Chris muttered, making him laugh. "I just knew I would blow you away this year."

"You did." He got up and tugged her down the hall toward his study.

He opened the door to reveal the transformation he'd begun for the nursery.

Chris covered her mouth as tears began to fall.

Tobias took her in his arms and cuddled her close.

Once she'd been able to get out how much she loved all he'd done and him, he knew the time was at hand.

He stepped back and held his arms out in triumph.

Chris laughed out loud.

"You are the greatest spouse in the world!"

#tobias carrick x mc #tobias x chris #tobias carrick appreciation week #choices open heart #choices oh #choices fic writers creations

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blackbird-brewster · 1 year

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Today sucks.

So basically I'm going through withdrawal now that I've finished my oral steroids I wā son for pneumonia.

Withdrawal is basically very full body, painful, dissociative panic attacks non stop. Woke up with one this morning.

Are and tried to go back to sleep before my therapist appointment phone call

She ended up calling an hour early because of a miscommunication and that really threw off my schedule for the day. I took the call and it was a difficult session bc I've been sick, so I've missed therapy. We usually talk every 2 weeks. Today was the first time in 5 weeks.

Immediately after that I was trying to reheat the lunch my partner made me before I had my session an hour earlier than expected.

Immediately upon walking into the kitchen I'm told we have to get everything wrapped for one part of the family who's going out of town for Christmas (the plan being my FIL would drop off all the gifts for this part of the family to take on holiday with them so the kids can open them on Christmas morning)

So I had to rush around and deal with all that. Still hadn't eaten. I get that done only to find out, they'd already left for holiday so there was actually no rush 😑🫠

All the while I got a bit of surprising news immediately after hanging up with my therapist and it's bringing up a lot of emotions (I know you're reading this and I will repeat I'm not mad at all. It's just surprising news!)

Meanwhile, my brother and I have been texting today and he tells me about all of my cousins and their kids I've never met and it's just a reminder that I have no familial ties to anyone anymore.

Anyway. I fuckin hate this time of year. I am so dissociative and feeling like shit and can already tell I'm burnt-out and it's not even Christmas yet

I hate it here.

#About me 2k22 #I'm having a bad day #Mental health #family stress

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daisybell17 · 3 months

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day 159: matching snake rings

so i got up earlier than my alarm today bc my friend kept texting me saying she was gonna be late when surprise! she was wrong and thought our class was at 9…it was at 11 and i was asleep lmao HAHA but anyways i had a quick class and then got lunch with said friend and met up with my cousin and went out to see some vinyl records and get MATCHING RINGS!! so cool ik!! and then i met up w my mom and now im home just prepping for tom and next week so yea, not much workload now but tbf its week 1

#day 159 #matching rings #snakes #friends #lunch

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getmylife · 8 months

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Update (Post-therapy appointment)

Completed August 28, 2023

So I had a consultation with a psychiatrist this week and when I tell you I feel so validated and justified. We haven't spoken about PMDD yet, but we're talking about ADHD, autism and OCD. When I tell you I'm both shocked and not surprised at all. These "diagnoses" (I'm using that word loosely because Idk that I've been diagnosed or it's just that I meet a lot of the criteria) just feel like one giant step in the right direction. #Soul

In light of figuring myself out and trying to improve my mental health, I'm taking a step back when it comes to all of the volunteer projects. I'm trying to see who I can get to take care of all my students when September comes, because I don't think I could make any strides forward if I'm stressing over after-school lessons. #World

When it comes to building, the tiles have supposedly arrived, but we're having trouble clearing them. Once that's sorted hopefully we'll get those laid and be one step closer to finishing. Last week we met with a joiner about closets, bathroom vanities and kitchen cabinets. We're organizing windows too. So it's all happening. Still a bit slow, but I'm grateful. #Den

I've been so good at writing lately. I finally got back into my current WIP and I've been sending it to one of my friends overseas as I write each chapter and she is so hyped it's inspiring. She's so excited about the story and so it makes me excited about the story and so I keep writing. I think I've sent her two chapters in the past four weeks which is incredible for me. #Pen

I've not found the willpower to take care of my skin with the products the dermatologist recommended. So my skin has been a challenge, but it's so much better than earlier this year. Also prune juice has been a win when it comes to bowel movements. Not there yet on hydration yet especially since it's been so stinking hot, but we keep on keeping on. #Bones

I have not used any of my instruments in way too long. I'm not beating myself up about that, though, which is good. The only thing is that when the psychiatrist asked what I do in my spare time, I didn't mention music at all (T.T) . My DuoLingo streak on the other hand is fire. I'm almost at my 250 days streak. Did I have to use a ton of streak freezes? (Yes), but this is still something to celebrate. #Tones

I do not know how to cook or drive, but I'm learning to live with myself LOL #Skills

I have a date with one of my cousins once he's back from vacation. We're supposed to go for ice-cream. So that's it for my social life. I also have been chatting a lot with my uni roommates. That's been fun. I've been watching Ted Lasso and an early 2000s Tarzan adaptation in my free moments. Been scrolling le TikTok and reading lots of fanfic. These have been anxiety inducing as of late, though. #Thrills

I got recommended three books by my psychiatrist so definitely some room for some sick #Quotes.

I've been fairly consistent with my Self-evals and I'd like to be consistent with these updates too #Notes.

#productivity #get my life 2023 #update

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pan-fangirl-345 · 3 years

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Mad Dog Has a Girlfriend?!

Summary: No one expected Kyoutani to have a girlfriend, much less one that loves physical affection as much as you do. They also didn't expect you to be from Tokyo or that you would stop by to see your boyfriend while you're home from the US. Surprise!

TW: A little canon divergent but not by much

A/N: This is a small crossover with Kuroko no Basket, but it's a small one, and none of the other characters make an appearance, but the reader does go to Shutoku and is Midorima's sister. It's barely mentioned though.

You had barely set foot on Seijoh soil and you were already lost.

You shouldn't have been surprised, but you were.

You glanced around the entrance, then spotted a familiar volleyball jacket, and you made your way over.

"Excuse me," you said, tugging on the boy's sleeve.

He turned to look at you, and you thought briefly that he looked like a turnip.

"Hi, so, I clearly don't go to this school, but I'm looking for the gym? My boyfriend plays volleyball here and I have no idea where I'm supposed to go."

"Oh! Um, well, we're about to start practice, but . . . I could walk you there if you wanted."

"Would you?" you asked, giving him a small smile. "I suck at directions."

"Well, I wouldn't want you to get lost, especially if you're here to see one of my teammates."

"I'm (Y/N)," you said, keeping pace with him as he turned down the hallway.

"Kindaichi Yuutarou," he replied, bowing his head to you.

"I knew I recognized you!" you said, nearly startling him. "I saw you play the last time I was home! You played well. My boyfriend thinks so too! You're a first year."

Kindaichi nodded.

"I'm a second year," you admitted, "but like I said earlier, I don't go here."

"Then where do you go?" Kindaichi asked.

"I go to a school in Tokyo, Shutoku," you told him.

"They have a strong basketball team, don't they?"

"Yeah, my brother plays, the guy that supposedly never misses," you said.

"Brother?"

"Yeah, we're twins," you admitted. "But he always acts like he's older than me."

"Kindaichi, there you are! Who's your friend?"

The man that spoke was one you recognized as Oikawa, Seijoh's main setter and captain.

"(Y/N)," you said, bowing slightly. "I'm just here to say hi to my boyfriend."

"Boyfriend?"

"Yeah, he plays for you," you told him.

"How old are you?" Oikawa asked. "And which one of my players has managed to snag you?"

"I'm a second year, so is my boyfriend. I think you'll be surprised by who it is Oikawa-san."

"You know who I am?"

"Of course, my boyfriend's told me all about his team," you replied.

Kindaichi opened the doors to the gym for you and you smiled at him.

You were met with the smell of sweat, and the sound of volleyballs slamming into the floor.

Your boyfriend took a running leap at a set, and you watched as he slammed it down, landing gracefully.

You whistled at him, drawing everyone's attention.

The entire gym tensed, waiting for the blond's reaction.

"Nice kill Ken," you told him, smiling brightly at him.

You had been face-timing, but seeing him in person was so much better than a small screen.

Kyoutani's face broke open in a grin, something that his team had never seen before.

"(Y/F/N)?"

"Hey puppy," you murmured, biting your lip.

He sprinted for you, and you grinned, letting him scoop you up and spin you around like a cliche movie scene.

"What are you doing here? I thought you weren't back for another month and a half!"

"Mom called me the other day and told me that we had a family emergency," you said. "Don't worry," you added when you saw the distressed look on his face, "no one's hurt. Well, kind of. My cousin is getting married next week and one of her bridesmaids just had a baby. She needs a replacement, and I was the lucky lotto winner."

"How long are you in town for?"

"Just today and part of tomorrow," you told him. "I'm staying with a family friend for the night so I can catch a later train back to Tokyo tomorrow. Jet lag is a bitch."

"How was L.A.?" he asked.

"Hot. Busy. Crowded," you muttered, leaning into him. "I don't know how Kagami-kun handled it for as long as he did. Although, that kid has enough resistance to handle pretty much anything other than his own temper."

"What are we witnessing?" Oikawa asked, eyes wide with shock.

"Oh, I probably should have mentioned that I've been in the U.S. for the last year, huh?" you asked, giving them a slightly embarrassed smile.

"You should have mentioned that our resident Kyouken-chan was your boyfriend!" Oikawa shrieked.

"You were serious when you said they call you 'Mad dog-chan'?" you asked.

"Yeah," he said, arms around your waist still. "Told you they were weird."

You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I missed you," you whispered.

"Missed you too."

"I can still hold the entire world in my hands though," you said, cupping his face, making his face flame.

"You know I was talking about the ball right?" he asked, trying to deflect but you laughed.

"Just call me a sap," you told him. "I know you want to."

"I do, but you already know, so there's no point in saying it again."

You smiled at him again, thumbing his cheek lightly.

"So this is why you don't pay attention to the girls in school!" Watari said, looking like a great mystery had been solved.

"That, and he acts like he has rabies," Yahaba muttered.

"Aw, are you being moody again?" you teased.

"Hey, I haven't gotten to see you in person since Christmas, sorry for missing my girlfriend," Kentarou said. "Besides, why can't girls just take a hint when you don't want them around?"

"You should be glad that we can't take a hint," you told him. "That's why you fell in love with me, remember?"

"I never wanted you to leave me alone though," Kentarou countered, "I just had the maturity of a twelve year old that hadn't hit puberty and didn't think about anything other than food, volleyball, and dogs. Not necessarily in that order."

"Fair enough, but I'm glad you didn't pinch me though," you replied.

"Have you guys ever seen him touch another human being for this long?" Matsukawa asked.

"No," they all replied.

"I've seen him hug his sister, and that's about it," Iwaizumi said, glancing at you. "Wait, you're his home screen."

"What?"

"He has a picture of you as his home screen on his phone," Iwaizumi said.

"It's a picture of us at your mom's birthday party last year," Kentarou told you.

"Which one?" you asked, dreading his answer.

"I think you know the one angel."

"I hate you."

"You love me and you know it."

"They aren't exclusively separate emotions," you muttered, burying your face in his chest.

"If it makes you feel any better," Iwaizumi said, "I think I'm the only one who's seen it."

Your phone rang in your back pocket, distracting you.

"It's my brother," you muttered.

"Mom wants to know if you've landed," your brother said when you answered.

"Well hello to you too," you grumbled. "No warm greeting for your beloved sister?"

"Hello."

"Thanks Shin. Yeah, I've landed. I'm with Kentarou right now."

You heard your brother groan, and you rolled your eyes, listening to him relaying the message to your mother.

"Hey, I don't complain about Takao when he stops by!"

"That's because you two are closer than Kagami and Kuroko."

"Except that we're not the ones dating. Besides, your hands wander more than Ken's do. And you can't deny that they don't. Do I need to bring up New Years?"

"Speaking of, Dad says-"

"I don't need to know what Dad says!" you yelped. "I know what he doesn't want to happen! But when I get back my room better be the way I left it. I don't want any more mishaps. If I find something you and your boyfriend are dead. Understand?"

"Yeah, I get it. Have you checked your hor-"

You hung up on him before he could lecture you about your lucky item for the day.

You took a deep breath, letting it out slowly as you stared up at the ceiling.

"Don't kill him, don't kill him," you muttered.

Kentarou snorted.

"I have to go, but I already texted you everything you need to know," you told your boyfriend, who pouted.

"Can't you stay?"

"I wish I could, but I'm tired as hell, and I promised Alex that I would call her. Besides, you have practice."

"If you wanted," Oikawa interrupted, "you're more than welcome to stay."

"Are you sure? I don't want to be a distraction or anything."

"You'll be fine, besides, Kyouken-chan can walk you to wherever you're staying after."

You already knew your boyfriend wanted you stay, and when you glanced around at the others, they didn't seem to be eager to get rid of you either.

"Okay, I'll just call so that they know I'm gonna be a little late to dinner."

"I love you," Kentarou whispered, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

"I love you too," you told him. "But seriously, get back to practice."

He stayed with you for a few more moments, arms around your waist, trying to keep you as close as possible for as long as possible before he pulled away.

"You're gonna stay until it's over, right?"

"I promise I'll be here," you told him, sitting off to the side.

He played well for the rest of practice, and he kept glancing at you with a small smile, something that seemed to freak his teammates out.

"Do you wanna go to the wedding with me?" you asked as you walked with him.

"Am I going to have to deal with your brother and his boyfriend?"

"No, they have a training tournament coming up."

"Then yes."

"He really gets under your skin, doesn't he?" you asked.

"More than he does yours. I don't like people that don't like the sports that they play."

"It's not that he doesn't like the sport," you told him. "It's just that he's not into team play. He likes being able to do things himself. Not as much as Daiki-kun, but similar. He's just starting to realize that he needs the team as much as the team needs him. Takao is another big part of that."

Kentarou grunted, and you pinched his side playfully.

"That was you until recently," you reminded him.

"Maybe that's another reason I don't like him. But I will put him with him."

"Why?"

"Because of you," he said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

"Sap."

He hummed as you walked up the driveway.

You both stood there for a few moments before you wrapped your arms around him.

"I'm not doing anything for the week, I'm all caught up on my work," you told him. "Why don't I come visit you after your practices?"

"You had better," he muttered, burying his face in your hair. "I haven't seen you in forever."

"I know, but I'm back full time next year, then you can deal with my presence all you want."

"Don't threaten me with a good time angel."

You snorted, breathing him in before you pulled away.

"Give your sister a hug for me Ken, and make sure you eat something when you get back. It's getting late."

"Promise me you'll visit?"

"Yes, you separation anxiety riddled puppy. I promise to visit as much as I can and as much as your captain will allow."

"I love you."

"I love you too."

He kissed you goodnight, then headed home, and you couldn't help but smile as he walked away.

You really did love him.

#kentarou x reader fluff #kentarou x reader #kyoutani x reader fluff #kyoutani x reader #kyotani x reader #kyotani x reader fluff #kyoutani kentarou x reader #mad dog x reader #kentarou kyoutani x reader

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ibijau · 3 years

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Oh, here's a prompt! Nie Huaisang travels back in time to ensure that Jin Guangyao stays away from the Jin sect. When he gets back, he's disturbed to find that not only is Meng Yao now his stepbrother (or has at least become a very respected disciple of the Nie sect), but is also now engaged to Lan Xichen. Cue screaming and/or fainting. But at least Minjue is still alive, right?

It was surprisingly easy to make it all happen, much to Nie Huaisang's surprise. In stories time travel was always so complicated to orchestrate, with so much to plan for... but Nie Huaisang had just done it, and it seemed to be working well.

His first stop had been to Meng Shi, shortly after the birth of her son. He could have gone back further and prevented her from ever having that son, but... but at the end of the day, he'd been impossibly fond of Meng Yao even if he'd grown to hate Jin Guangyao. The solution, then, had been to visit his mother and make sure she didn't fill her son's head with impossible dreams.

It had taken some money to get Meng Shi out of the brothel for a few days, and she'd been quite suspicious of him at first. But Nie Huaisang had been a gentleman, and she'd warmed up to him a little. She'd even given up on trying to seduce him once he'd explained that while not opposed to feminine charms on occasion, he mostly cut his sleeve. She'd acted quite sorry for him when he'd explained that actually, he'd just gotten out of a long relationship that had ended badly due to some trust issues and a the betrayal of a man they'd believed to be their friend. Meng Shi had shared a few stories as well, some her own, most her colleagues'.

By the time they'd arrived in Lanling, Nie Huaisang had become quite attached to Meng Shi, and decided he might change his plans a little, depending on what would happen in the next few days.

Meng Shi was not happy to meet other women who'd had the dubious pleasure of sharing Jin Guansghan's bed. She was even less happy to talk to them and learn that none of them, not a single one, had ever received money or attention again after he'd left them, not even those who'd had a child. One of them, the servant of a powerful family of merchants, had gone begging at the door of the Jin sect when her three years old daughter had fallen sick with something nobody understood. She'd been sent home under threats of a beating if she ever showed up again, and her daughter had died.

That had been nearly four years earlier. Jin Guangshan hadn't been sect leader yet, but he'd been his father's favourite and most spoiled son, so he would have had the power to do anything he pleased, including sending a doctor to his daughter, or having her brought into Jinlin Tai to make sure no dark spirit was attacking her. He wasn't even engaged to his wife at the time, so it was impossible to use her to excuse his lack of care. And he'd known about the child's sickness, because he'd happened to be passing by when the mother came begging for help. It was he who had ordered she be sent away, annoyed by her crying.

Meng Shi had gone paler and paler as that poor woman told her tale of sorrow, clutching her son tighter against her chest. When Nie Huaisang and her had returned to their inn, she had asked him why he'd wanted her to meet those other women.

“I just don't like what he's doing,” Nie Huaisang replied, a little embarrassed that he hadn't thought she might get curious. It was stupid of him. Meng Yao surely couldn't have gotten his brains from his father after all.

Meng Shi, sitting on her bed, rocked her infant son in her arms in silence for a moment.

“They were all weak,” she said after a while.

“Who?”

“Those other women. They were all weak.”

Nie Huaisang tensed, fearing that she might announce she was cut of another cloth, that she would persevere where they had given up, but Meng Shi only sighed and kissed her son's forehead.

“He picked them so they were young and would have no one to turn to. Servants and prostitutes and unwanted daughters... he picked us so we'd have no one to turn to when he'd abandon us, no one to defend our honour and force him to pay for the children he made us have. Women like us, it's our own fault for getting pregnant in the first place, isn't it?”

Nie Huaisang stared at her, and realised she was right. He'd been so busy collecting names, he hadn't paused to wonder if there had been a pattern to Jin Guangshan's actions.

“Are there any more you want me to meet?” Meng Shi asked.

“No, she was the last one.”

“Then I suppose we'll started heading back to Yunping City tomorrow. I'll have to make new plans for...”

“No, we're not going back,” Nie Huaisang announced, startling her. “It's too unfair if you go back, you deserve better. Both of you deserve better!”

She blinked a few times, and gave him an amused smile, still rocking her baby. She didn't believe him, of course. Nie Huaisang could hardly blame her for that. After her last experience with a cultivator...

But Meng Shi really did deserve better. Nevermind that in a future he hoped to have now prevented, he'd desecrated her body to get back at her son, this was a different thing. Meng Shi was not a bad person. He'd once thought her guilty of ambition at least, but after a couple weeks in her company, he realised she'd just been desperate for a chance to escape her lot in life. He couldn't really hate her for that, even if it had led to such tragedies after her death.

Nie Huaisang liked her now that he'd met her, and he couldn't condemn her and her son to a worse fate than what they'd have known without him.

He needed a plan.

He needed a smart plan.

He had a plan.

“So, I might have lied a little, you're going back to the brothel,” Nie Huaisang said, earning an unimpressed smirk. “But not for long! I'm going to try something but... would you be willing to lie about who sired your son?”

“Why not? At this point, the truth won't get me much.”

“Perfect. Then I'm going to warn my sect that I have fathered a child, and that I'm unable to care for it at the moment. I'll have to write to them but... but I know Nie zongzhu will immediately send for you. He'll probably ask after me, he hasn't seen me in nearly a decade, but I know he won't have forgotten his cousin Nie Xingyu, and he'll do what's right for my son and his mother.”

And there was no risk of the real Nie Xingyu ever returning to ruin that story, Nie Huaisang knew. His father's beloved cousin, who'd become a rogue cultivator after an argument with their grandfather, had actually died a year or two before Nie Mingjue was even born. A Night Hunt accident, one which Nie Huaisang had discovered by chance while investigating some of Jin Guangyao's crimes. But he remembered his father always hoped to see Nie Xingyu return, always speaking so highly of that cousin who had been almost a brother to him.

Nie Huaisang's father would be delighted to meet his cousin's son, and if “Nie Xingyu” asked for it he would buy Meng Shi's contract in a heartbeat. It would only be a matter of convincing sect leader Nie then, and Nie Huaisang wasn't worried about that. His father had kept all the letters his cousin used to send and read them to his sons, so Nie Huaisang was confident he could imitate his prose and handwriting, not to mention he too carried the Nie seal to mark that letter.

At worst, if it didn't work, Nie Huaisang could always find the money somewhere to buy that contract in person and try to find somewhere to leave Meng Shi, but he'd rather know that she and Meng Yao were safe and sound in the Unclean Realm.

Meng Shi, of course, looked unimpressed by his plan. She still thought he was lying, or trying to sell wonders like other men before him so they could share her bed for a reduced fee, or demand more of her than they'd paid for. Nie Huaisang didn't mind. If people's opinions of him mattered, he would have chosen a different way to avenge his brother, wouldn't he?

It took nearly a month after Nie Huaisang had brought Meng Shi back to her brother, but one morning, from the room he'd rented across the street, he saw a small group of Nie cultivators go in. His father was among them, and when they excited the building, he was carrying little Meng Yao in his arms and chatting cheerfully with Meng Shi who seemed shocked at this turn of events.

Unseen by her Nie Huaisang smiled, and went to activate the talisman that would take him back to his own time. Hopefully this would have been enough to save Nie Mingjue. And if it hadn't... well, he knew how to travel to the past now.

Nie Huaisang opened his eyes. He was in his room, and yet not. This was what used to be his room when he was young, before he became sect leader. A little smaller, a little more private, with a view on a small private garden where he kept his favourite birds. Hisroom, the one he'd always preferred, and had only abandoned in a desperate attempt to be the leader he'd thought his people would need. If he still lived in this room, then it meant Nie Huaisang wasn't sect leader.

Delighted by this apparent victory, Nie Huaisang sprung to his feet and rushed out of the room, only to run head first into someone.

He'd ran into that person enough times that he knew them instantly, even before seeing their face.

“Well someone is in a hurry,” Nie Mingjue said with a laugh.

A laugh.

Nie Mingjue was laughing. Nie Huaisang couldn't even remember the last time he'd heard his brother laugh like this. Not since the Sunshot Campaign, he thought.

“Your cousins haven't arrived yet,” said someone standing just a step behind Nie Mingjue, her voice also full of laughter. “You didn't oversleep, don't worry.”

It took all of Nie Huaisang's willpower to look away from his brother (Nie Mingjue, happy, laughing, healthy) but he managed it, because that other voice was a little too familiar.

It was odd to find Meng Shi in her fifties when just a few hours ago, Nie Huaisang had seen her in her early twenties. Her hair had turned grey, there were wrinkles on her face, and she had exchanged the bold colours she used to wear at the brothel for the muted tones the Nie sect favoured. It suited her. Growing old suited her, if only because she would never have had the chance, had Nie Huaisang not changed her fate.

“I think he's not quite awake yet,” Nie Mingjue teased when Nie Huaisang stared too long, poking his little brother in the shoulder. “But at least I don't have to drag him out of bed. Can I leave the rest to you, auntie?”

Meng Shi smiled, and assured him she'd make sure Nie Huaisang was ready for his cousins' arrival. Nie Mingjue thanked her and left. Nie Huaisang almost ran after him, suddenly needing to touch him, to hug him, to make sure this was real, that he had truly...

“Now it's finally you,” Meng Shi noted, earning a curious glance. “I've realised a few years ago that you looked oddly similar to the man who helped me. Too similar to simply count it as family resemblance. But until today, you didn't look quite right either.”

When Nie Huaisang could only blink at her, she laughed.

“I thought so. I've been wondering for years, but... you did something to change what was meant to happen, didn't you?”

“I did. I wanted... I needed to save certain people.”

“Your brother,” Meng Shi guessed.

Nie Huaisang nodded.

“And my son?”

He nodded again. “Where is he? Is he well? He learned cultivation, right?”

Meng Shi smiled proudly. “He's one of the best in his generation, people keep telling me. He's married now, and living with his husband, but they come visit often. They wanted me to come live with them in the Cloud Recesses, but it's too cold for me over there, and I like the friends I've made here in Qinghe, so I... is something wrong?”

Nie Huaisang nodded, then shook his head. “His husband?”

“A-Yao is married to Lan zongzhu,” she explained. “I would have preferred if he'd married a woman, but Lan zongzhu is a very good husband to him, and they always seem so very happy when they're together. It's all a mother can truly wish for, isn't it? To see her child settled and happy.”

Nie Huaisang said nothing.

He did not run back into his room, didn't hurriedly prepare some ink so he could draw another time travelling talisman and set things right. It was tempting, so tempting. But Nie Huaisang resisted that temptation, and forced himself to smile.

“I'm so happy for them,” he mumbled after a while, and hoped he would learn to mean it.

#Meng Shi #Nie Huaisang #xisang #xiyao #mo dao zu shi #mdzs #jau writes #this was super fun to write thanks for the prompt!!

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wonlouvre · 3 years

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Hello I would like to request fluffy jeonghan and reader on a big family holiday, is it okay..? The format is up to you. Thank you and have a nice week, I really love your writing ❤

secure | y. jh.

pairing: jeonghan x g.n. reader genre: fluff warnings: alcohol drinking word count: 1.2k

💌: hey! thank you so much for sending this request. i wasn’t really sure if this is how you wanted it to go, but i hope you like it! thank you so much for loving my writing as well! i hope you have a great week ahead anon! <3

Your family’s tradition is to always have a reunion every 1st of January. It wasn’t necessarily a tradition passed down from one generation to another, but you remember when you were around eleven or twelve years old, your aunts and uncles invited everyone to a simple lunch to welcome the new year only for it to become so extravagant with so much food that it lasted until dinner.

That’s how it all started from your memory. It’s actually heartwarming that that one lunch invitation became a tradition that your family holds. It feels good to catch up and even reconcile over home made food paired with a little alcohol.

Eventually, your family got bigger with cousins getting married or having babies. Even your nieces and nephews bring their significant others, whether it be serious or not. Some are still in a relationship with their high school sweethearts while some have broken up.

You have never brought anyone special yourself though. Of course, you dated. But the relationship didn��t last for the rest of the year until next year. Your family has asked every single year if there is anyone you’re liking that they should look forward to and every time, your answer is a no or with a shrug of your shoulders. They would bring up names from time to time to pique up your interest, but that was about it.

This year, however, is different. Your family decided to go on a three-day trip. You, together with your siblings and cousins, booked a cottage with a private pool. Most of the kids have grown up and they have been begging to go swimming despite the season. Well, regardless of age, everyone would want a dip. Plus, there’s nothing to worry about when there’s technology to warm up the freezing cold water.

This year, as well, you’re bringing Jeonghan along with you.

“I have cousins who like to drink,” you warn while double checking his bag for extra socks. “But I know you’re a sailor, so I guess a warning doesn’t really matter.”

Jeonghan only giggles and wraps his arms around your waist, cheeks resting on your back.

“Oh, the little kids love handsome men,” you say and chuckle. “They will climb you, so prepare yourself.”

“You’re in love with me so I guess that’s out of the question.”

You can feel Jeonghan smirking against your back, making you roll your eyes. You jokingly elbow his stomach and he quickly flinches and laughs.

“I’m excited to meet your family, love,” Jeonghan whispers in all sincerity and kisses your neck, sparking a homey warmth in you.

You smile and turn your head to look at his face. He raises his eyebrows in question as he hugs you close to his chest again. You shake your head and press a soft kiss on the corner of his lips. That brings a smile on his face too before he has to let go and take the packing seriously.

The next morning, you and Jeonghan were on the road. Your siblings have families of their own so they brought their own vehicles. Meanwhile you parents tagged along with your aunts and uncles in one van as they don’t like driving for long hours anymore. You’re sure one of your cousins sacrificed and designated themselves as their driver. The rest were either also in their own vehicles or grouped themselves to whomever they wanted to ride with.

It took about three and a half hours to reach your destination. You managed to stay awake and accompany your boyfriend who’s driving all throughout. You give him a kiss as a thank you because you could have driven, but you’re sure you will drive his drunk butt on the way home. So, he takes the wheel on the first day.

However, settling down at the cottage itself took a while. The kids got so excited upon seeing the pool that they pestered their parents to immediately give them their swimsuits so they could finally dive into the water. Your aunts and uncles were shouting at each other (with good intentions) as they set up the food and drinks.

You could only smile and hold Jeonghan’s hand tighter. You give him a glance and you can tell he’s amused, but happy. You tug him with you to the kitchen. It’s only right you introduce him now before everyone else gets busier.

“Hey,” you greet and some look up from what they’re doing while some just acknowledge you with a nod. “This is Jeonghan, my boyfriend.”

“Boyfriend?!” One of your nieces suddenly screams and emerges from the door separating the kitchen and the dining area, making you and Jeonghan jump in surprise. “Y/N has a boyfriend!”

You weren’t honestly expecting the kids to be curious about Jeonghan, much less the word boyfriend. Yet here they are, confirming what you mentioned to your boyfriend earlier that they will indeed climb him. All he could manage to say to the people you’re introducing him to was a quick good morning before he got pulled away by the little children.

The rest that were left behind in the kitchen could only laugh. You laugh along with them and take the seat beside your mother who’s currently preparing some ingredients. She gives you a small wink and you just shake your head.

“I must say Y/N, very handsome,” one of your aunts says while grinning at you. “How long have you been together?”

Your smile is beaming at the sound of the compliment. “Quite a while now.”

“He has a job, right?” Your uncle suddenly shouts from the garden outside which shocks you because you thought he wouldn’t hear.

“Of course he has,” your father, who was talking with him, answers for you and that’s more than enough for him to close his mouth.

Your immediate family has met Jeonghan countless times before. He has celebrated birthdays and other several milestones with you so they are more than familiar with him already. Every person who wishes to introduce the love of their life to their family is surely nervous and you’re no different. At first, it was like that. But Jeonghan was perfect in every step of the way. By perfect you mean he made efforts to win your family’s heart by staying true to himself.

Jeonghan perfectly proved his honest love for you.

So you weren’t really worried or bothered about this family reunion slash vacation. You can see with your two eyes that the kids love Jeonghan and so does the rest of the family as they shake his hand as he politely introduces himself.

Later in the quiet of the night where almost everyone is fast asleep, the two of you find comfort in the small porch outside the cottage. It’s a bit chilly, but nothing the two of you can’t handle. Jeonghan nestles his face to your chest and locks his arms around your waist. He’s a bit tipsy after drinking with your family, but he insists he’s not drunk.

“We have two more days left here,” you whisper against the crown of his head. “Are you okay?”

“Hmmm,” Jeonghan hums, his hot breath fanning against your neck. “You bet I am.”

You chuckle and kiss him. “I’m glad you’re here.”

Jeonghan detaches himself from you and leans down to kiss your lips briefly, careful not to get caught by the family he’s trying to impress. You couldn’t return the kiss, but the feeling still made you close your eyes.

“I love you, “ Jeonghan whispers, enough to make blood rush to your face. “Thank you for introducing me to your family.”

You kiss his red and puffy lips before whispering against them, “I love you too.”

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