#remember that baby Olivia video - well that's her lap that she's on

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Bestfriends (George Russell)

George and Y/N finally get to see Olivia's new bestfriend

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Tw: mentions of trying to get pregnant, pregnancy (i.e. morning sickness), giving birth

If you thought you had seen George's more emotional side during your pregnancy, nothing could have prepared you for the baby's birth. Your husband was incredible all throughout your labour, having no problem on being on his knees or crouched down while supporting your body if it meant that it helped you (the perks of marrying and athlete), all of the nurses and midwives gushing about his worry for your well being and his promptness to help in any way he could. And when you gave the final push, little Olivia Russell let out a high pitch scream that George and you would remember forever, the picture of your daughter doing skin to skin on your chest forever engraved in George's brain. And did he cry, all of the emotions from seeing you in pain and distress to now having a family of his own, George Russell became the proudest father out there. Olivia slept her first full night? You knew he'd brag about it. His daughter flashed him a gummy smile? The picture was in the Mercedes group chat in no time. The video of her first steps? He would show it to everyone at any given time (Charles did not have the heart to tell him that he had already seen Olivia's little legs stomping on the floor about 30 times). Pictures of his wife and baby girl playing precisely taken so their faces wouldn't show too much? All over his Instagram account (Alex will admit he does miss making fun of his numerous shirtless pictures but little Olivia's cuddles whenever you visit the paddock make it worth it).

As expected, Olivia Russel was a proud daddy's girl, and when her pre-school teacher told her class that they were having career day later that week, she knew she wanted to bring her father in to tell all her friends how he drives his fast car and wins all the races. "Mummy", she asked you from the backseat of your car where she was safely straped in her car seat, "yes honey?", you asked, looking at her through the rear view mirror while you waited for the gate to open, "will you be sad if I bring daddy with me to career day at school?", she asked, her big blue eyes looking at you as you parked the car inside the garage, "No, I won't be sad. And I think daddy will be very happy to go with you", you smiled at her, thankful that it was the winter break and he could easily work around his schedule to make it to her school.

Getting out of the car, you grabbed your bag before opening Olivia's door, helping her out of her seat and handing her her backpack, "Thank you mummy, I love you!", she said as she hugged your legs, "I love you too, now let's hurry inside because a little birdie told me you were hungry", you said as you both finally got inside the house.

Olivia was cuddled on your lap while you watched some cartoons and waited for George to get home from his workout when you heard the gravel outside and, a few seconds later, George's car stopping inside the garage. A moment later, George appeared in the living room, kissing the top of your head as he tickled your daughter's ears, "Hello my loves, did you have a good day?", he said, Olivia looking up and opening her arms so George could join the cuddle, prompting your husband to sit next to you and invade her with kisses. "Daddy, stop, please! I have a question for you!", she said once he stopped kissing her cheeks, "what is it, princess?", he said as he stretched his arm over your shoulder, "can you come to my career day at school and tell my friends about your car?", she asked, blue eyes looking at his matching ones, "Of course darling, thank you for inviting me", he said, "You're welcome daddy".

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On Friday morning, Olivia walked inside your room while you were getting dressed, "your shirt is very nice mummy, you look very pretty", she said as she looked at you, watching George leave the bathroom, "mummy, can I have a bow that's the same colour of daddy's shirt?", Olivia asked as she looked at George's blue and white striped shirt. You went back to her room and found a pretty good match, clipping it carefully on her hair and sending a picture of the two loves of your life to the family group chat, Allison sending a couple of heart emojis while Cara replied It's still hard to believe my baby brother has a 4 year old, good luck with your presentation guys!

You had arrived a bit later than you intended to, an accident that fortunately looked worse than it was blocking the roads when you left work to see George and Olivia's presentation, only catching the second half of it.

"I'm sorry I was late, but I still saw half of your presentation handsome, I really liked it! And you honey", you crouched so you were at her level, "Mummy's sorry she couldn't be here on time, the traffic was terrible today", you apologised as you stroked her cheek, your daughter immediately kissing your palm like she had seen you do so many times when George cupped your cheek, "it's alright mummy. Daddy just told the story he always tells, you know it already. And you've known daddy for awhile, you already know what is job is", she reasoned while George smiled at his two girls, choosing to not feel offended at his daughter's choice of words.

When you were already in bed that night, you decided to bring a thought that had been nagging you since that afternoon, "you know, seeing all the little siblings Olivia's friends have just made me even surer that this is a good time for the second one", you mumbled. You and George had been trying for a good bit and so far no baby Russell in the womb, "we have to keep trying, Olivia took us a bit too, we will have another little one soon", George said as he flipped you, your back hitting the mattress, "and I must agree with our daughter, you looked very pretty today. All of the other fathers were looking at my wife when only I can do this", he said as his hand travelled to your shorts, your night just beggining.

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Silverstone was always special. While George was doing his media duties, you and Olivia were in the Mercedes hospitality lounge waiting for George when you felt your stomach turn. You grabbed your juice from the table as you watched Jack Wolff who, despite being older, had amazing patience and played with Olivia with some building blocks, taking sips as you assumed your energy levels were a bit off after running around the kids and having had your last meal a good number of hours ago.

When you felt everything come up, you ran to the closest bathroom, Olivia following you with Toto right beside her. You flushed the toilet just in time for Olivia to get inside, watching you sat on the toilet as you wiped your mouth, "mummy are you okay?", your little girl asked, earning a nod, "how are you feeling, Y/N?", Toto said as he watched some colour come back to your cheeks, "a bit better, that just came out of nowhere", you muttered, offering Olivia a small smile hoping that it would ease the crease between her eyebrows, "Mummy's fine, I probably had something to eat that didn't settle well, im going to rest up bit and then I'll be better", you reassured her as you heard your husband's voice coming from the corridor.

Knowing how much she liked it when daddy was next to her when she was sick, Olivia left the bathroom to look for George, thinking that you too would like to have him with you, "Daddy", Olivia called, grabbing his attention, "Hi darling", he said as he scooped her up in his arms, "mummy was sick on the toilet but Toto and I helped her and she's better now", making George head to his driver's room like his daughter pointed.

While Olivia, half reluctantly, went back to the lounge with Susie and Jack, George stayed with you in his room while Toto went to grab a sugary drink and some water, "My love, how are you? Are you okay?", he asked, his hand going on your neck checking for your temperature as he inspected you. "You know, the last time you threw up in that very same bathroom, you were pregnant with little Olivia", Toto said as he entered, placing the drinks on the table before leaving you two in the room, patting George on the back before closing the door, you and George looking at eachother as he grabbed your hands, "I haven't had my period yet", you whispered, afraid that saying it outloud would jinx it. "If you want to we can go and get a test tomorrow, darling", George offered and you nodded.

Back at the hotel, you were laying in bed as you got ready for sleeping while George was helping Olivia with her pyjamas, "Daddy, can I sleep with you and mummy tonight?", Olivia asked quietly, "I promise I won't move", she saved quickly, and receiving a confirmation from you, George grabbed his daughter and set her in your bed, "I'm just going to take a quick shower, I'll be right back my loves. Call for me if you need anything", your husband said before he entered the ensuite. Approaching you carefully, your daughter spoke softly, "Are you feeling better mummy?", she asked as you noticed her apprehensiveness, "I am, honey. Come here", you said as you opened your arms, Olivia immediately cuddling into your arms, "Mummy just needs a good sleep and then she'll be back as new", you said, smiling at your beautiful daughter, "I'm going to give you a magic kiss like grandma gives me when I'm sick", she said as she puckered her lips on yours, "thank you darling, I feel better already", earning your a smile on her little face that grew more and more similar to her father's as she got older.

When George got out of the bathroom, he was presented with a delightful view. You were asleep on your back, one arm around your daughter, who had fallen asleep on your chest with her hand clutching your pyjama shirt while her other hand was next to yours, resting on your tummy.

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The next morning, a team member knocked on the hotel door with a bag from Toto, and when George opened it, he saw three boxes of pregnancy tests inside. Playing cartoons on the TV for Olivia, you and George waited for the results in the bathroom, time slowly ticking, "last time these were a bit of a flop", you remembered the negative signs on them only to find out you were expecting in your appointment, "we'll take it with a pinch of salt this time", George said, kissing your forehead, "I love you and I'm always going to be here to support you, no matter what. You and Olivia are the most important people in my life", he said as you snuggled further into his chest. The timer beeped and your grabbed the three tests all at once, turning them to see that they were all positive, the lines clear as day as you showed them to George, "Do you have space for one more?".

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Now that the doctor had confirmed that everything was okay and that you were now around 15 weeks pregnant, you and George decided that it was time to tell Olivia that she was becoming a big sister. When she was back from pre-school, she sat on the sofa while you and George kneeled in front of her, "we have a surprise for you Olivia", George said, and your curious little girl was all ears from there, "what is it?", she asked, looking around the room as she looked for something different. "You remember when you asked where your friend Emily's baby sister came from?", you initiated, remembering how youband George had managed to answer your daughter's curiosity, "yes, you said that her parents love eachother very very much and their love is growing into another heart, and that heart is Emily's sister's", she recalled. "Good job darling. Well, mummy and daddy also love eachother very very much and so", George said as you lifted your loose top, your baby bump showing a lot more now than it had when you were roughly the same time with Olivia, "you're going to be a big sister Olivia", George said, smiling as he waited for her reaction. Her blue eyes opened wide as well as her mouth that was forming an O shape, pushing herself off of the sofa so she could be at leve with your bump, "really? Is that a baby in there, mummy?", she asked, stretching her hand but refraining from touching you, afraid she'll hurt you, "yes Olivia, the baby is very tiny and they need to grow a bit more but they're in my tummy. You can touch if you want to", you encouraged, her little hand mimicking her father's who had been there the whole time, the little girl giggling as she bent down to place a sweet kiss above your bellybutton, the tears now flowing freely from your eyes.

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"Which one would you think they are, baby brother or baby sister?", the technician asked Olivia while squeezing the gel on your tummy, "I want a baby sister because she will play with me, but I also want a baby brother because it would be fun to play with him too like I play with Jack. Oh, can I have both?", she put it simply, making everyone in the room laugh. "I'm afraid that's not how it works, I only have one baby in my belly", you explained as you watched your daughter's defeated expression, "Come here, sit on daddy's leg instead of mummy's lap so we can see the baby on the screen there", George explained as this was Olivia's first time in a room like this when she wasn't the baby in question.

"What are they?", your daughter asked as soon as the first image showed up on the screen, "You have to be patient darling, if they are anything like you, they may not even let us see! Did you know that you were a cheeky baby and only allowed us to know later?", George recalled the failed attempt at the first gender reveal appointment from Olivia's pregnancy. The technician moved the wand around, allowing you to listen to the heartbeat, "Oh, this one is easy. Congratulations, it's a baby boy", she said, smiling as she kept moving the wand.

George was holding his little girl, looking at you and your baby boy and his eyes quickly clouded with tears, "we're getting a little boy this time? Darling, it's a baby brother", he said, wiping his eyes as he kept looking at the screen, showing Olivia where his head was. "So, Olivia, are you ready for your baby brother?", the technician asked her, "yes, we are going to be bestfriends", she replied as she kept alternating between looking at the screen and at your bump.

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"Do you remember what I told you about today, darling?", George asked his daughter, "yes daddy. I need to keep my indoor voice because people and babies are sleeping and resting, and that mummy needs to rest too, and I need to be careful when I hug her too", she said, going over the points on her head, "Just like that, clever girl", George said as he held his daughter on his hip, entering the elevator so they could go to the floor you were in.

Noticing the open door on your room, George quietly walked in to see a nurse helping you swaddle your newborn baby boy, excusing herself once she was done, "Hello my loves", you whispered as George set Olivia down on the floor, quietly making her way to you as you sat on the bed, "Do you want to sit here next to me so you can meet your baby brother?", you asked while you adjusted your position. Olivia looked unsure at her father, the points he had given her hadn't specified anything about being on the bed with you and no matter how much she wanted a cuddle, she didn't want to hurt you, "You can sit here baby, I'm promise you won't hurt me", you noted as you saw her worried expression, "And daddy can join too", you said as you made room for George to sit next to you with Olivia on his lap, the bed surprisingly big enough for you all as you also carefully grabbed your son, settling him on your chest so Olivia could see his face, "can I touch his head?", she asked as she snuggled closer to your arm, the contact with you doing the job for now, "Yes, gently", George watched as she stroked her brother's cheeks with the softest of touches, looking up at you to see that your eyes were also teary as you both watched your children meeting eachother for the first time.

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request by @batnervousdazecollector: Hiii🥰I hope you’re doing gewddd hehe. So I’ve never made a request or suggestion for a fix but this literally keeps me up at night now, but I heard the song and immediately thought of sonny. Could you maybe do a fic based on driver’s license-Olivia Rodrigo? 😇🙏🏽please and thank you

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Drivers license

“Doll, you have thirty minutes to pack a bag. I have the week off, we’re going on that road trip we talked about,”

Most beautiful week in your 25 years of life. People would tell you “You’re young, you still have so much to live.” But they don’t know, they don’t understand. That week with Sonny was everything you ever dreamt about. Driving across the east coast, sleeping in the old van he rented, stopping to the most amazing point of view on the ocean. For an entire week, it was just you and him. Nothing more, nothing less. And it was perfect. That’s something nobody can take away from you.

You wished time would have stopped during this week. You wished that you never had to come back and face the reality. That’s why you still looked at those pictures you and Sonny took during that trip and fall asleep, every night, remembering all of those precious moments. From the moment you got into the plane and held his hand firmly since you were scared, to the last night when you passionately made love under the stars. The times he made you drive although you had no idea what you were doing, swimming in the ocean, watching a ridiculous movie in the van as it was raining outside, taking hours to befriend a deer, singing until your voices were off…

But now, you’re falling asleep alone, crying, remembering this week and the entire year you dated Sonny. Again, you fought with your friends tonight. They are tired of listening to you talking about him. After the breakup, they were very supportive, they helped you in every way they can, but it’s been a year now, and they just want you to get over him for good. You can’t. Cause they'll never know him the way that you do.

Sonny got home late that night. He was working on a tough case and he spent hours going through surveillance videos. He was tired, worn down, with a killer headache. All he wanted to do was join you into bed and hold you close to him. But to his surprise, you were still up. You were sitting on the couch, with your computer on your lap. The tv was on but he could tell you weren’t watching it. He kissed your forehead softly but you didn’t react. “It’s 2am babe, let’s go to bed,” he said.

“Nah, I’m good,” you answered.

You obviously were in a bad mood, but he couldn’t deal with it right now. He told you he was going to take a shower. You figured he would come back after but instead, you heard him going to bed. Angry, you stood up and walked to the bedroom. “Seriously, Dominick?”

“What?” His face was buried in his pillow.

“You’re going to bed and just—leave me like that?”

He growled and sat up on the bed. “Like what, Y/N? It’s always the same. When I come home late at night, you’re mad because I missed a night out with your friends, or I just wasn’t there. I have a job, and I’m very exhausted right now. I really don’t want to do this,”

“Well, I do. Cause you got it wrong tonight. I didn't have my driver’s license. Again,”

“You’ll get it next time, okay?”

“Is that everything you have to say? You know how important it is to me!”

“Y/N, there’s far more important things in this world then your fucking drivers license! Women are raped, they get killed. Trust me, they wish their driver’s license was the only problem they had!”

You know you messed up. He wouldn’t have broken up with you if you’ve acted differently. But he was your first real boyfriend, you were new to this and you didn’t know how to handle it. You should have been more attentive with him, more caring. And not stupidly jealous and selfish.

“Sorry I’m late babe. Amanda needed help with Jesse,” he peeked your lips and sat across you.

“Could’ve given me a heads up, Dom. I’ve been waiting here for an hour, all by myself,”

“I know, I’m sorry! I didn’t have time to pick me my phone,”

“Sure. Because you were too busy with Jesse—or maybe with Amanda,” you muttered.

“Don’t—don’t do this again, Y/N,”

“Why not? You always put her first!”

“I do not. But she has a baby, and a full time job as a detective. She’s my friend, I’m here for her. That’s it,”

“‘Your friend’, right.”

“Quit it, Y/N! I’m not cheating on you with Amanda, or with anyone else for that matter. It’s hurtful that you don’t trust me,”

You should have trusted him. He deserved it. He did everything he could to make you happy. The man was a full time detective, he took night school at Fordham Law, and he still managed to take care of everyone around him. The world needs more of Dominick Carisi Jr, but the world doesn’t deserve Dominick Carisi Jr.

Neither do you.

But still. You finally got your driver’s license and all you wanted to do was to call Sonny and tell him the good news. Driving has always been a big issue for you and you know, you wouldn’t have done it without him.

“Do you mind me asking you a question?” He asked.

“Shot,”

“Why don’t you have your driver's license? No judgment, I’m just very curious,”

It took a moment to finally tell him everything. “We had a car accident when I was 7. A very bad car accident. My father died, my mother was severely injured and I—I was paralyzed for years,”

“Your body aches when it’s very cold outside, is it—?”

“Yes, it’s because of it. My doc still tells me I should live somewhere warmer,” you paused. “After that, I couldn’t get into a car at all. With therapy I beat that fear and I was still very nervous, I would get panic attacks. Then, I managed to be comfortable but only with people I trust. Now, I’m okay with cars but not in the driver seat,”

Sonny helped you with that. More than he will ever know. Especially during that road trip you two had. It was the first time you sat in a driver seat and drove a little without having a panic attack. It took you two more years, but you finally got your driver’s license and now you drive alone past his street.

Is he happy now? Is he dating her and raising her children? You found out months ago she had another baby. Was this baby Sonny’s? You had so many questions and no answers.

“Dom,

I got my driver’s license last week. It felt good at first, I was so proud of myself… but now it’s bittersweet. You’re not here. I can’t drive to your home. I can’t invite you to a road trip. Or even just a little ride. I wish I could, just one time, as a thank you. I wouldn’t be there if it wasn’t for you. You gave me the strength and confidence. You are a true diamond in this world and I will never get over the fact I let you go. I should have fought. Fought for you, for us. But it’s too late, right? We weren’t perfect but I never felt this way for no one. I hope you’re happy where you are. Happy with your life, but a part of me can't imagine how you could be so okay now that I'm gone. I could never.

Forever yours,

Y/N.”

What do you have to lose? You pulled over in his street, took a moment to breathe and you got out off your car. The letter in your hand, you walked to his building, entered the code and got in. It’s 4am, it’s dark, empty and very quiet. What are you doing? This is the stupidest thing ever. The worst idea in the history of ideas.

But still, you put the letter in his mailbox and left. You had nothing left to lose anyway.

He said forever, now you drive alone past his street.

“Do you believe in soulmates?” You asked, as your head was resting on his chest.

“I—I used to, but I guess I stopped at some point,”

“Why?” You lift your head to look at his beautiful blue eyes.

“I’m 35, not married, no kids. Speak for itself,”

“Hmm,” you put your head where it was before. “But—I’m here now,” you said without any confidence.

“Indeed, you are,” Sonny squeezed you tighter to his chest. “Didn’t say I couldn’t believe in it again,” he kissed your hair. He felt you were smiling against his skin.

“I like to think that—we all have that one special person, you know? It doesn’t mean it always works out. You may not be the special person to your special person. But I think we all have that person you’ll never forget, no matter what,” Sonny was listening intensely to what you were saying. It makes sense, maybe you’re right. “You’re my special person, Dominick,” you concluded.

Maybe this was the most beautiful declaration of love Sonny never got. And in that moment, he got carried away. He grabbed your chin with his fingers and made you lift your head to face him. “Forever, then,” he said before kissing you deeply.

He said forever. But he never said you were his special person.

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Locked In

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Request: great! you’re a really good writer! could I get a Shayne Topp x Reader where they end up doing a bunch of romantic scenes together in a sketch, like slow dancing and a nice dinner and the cuddles, and you guys have been flirting constantly for months and after the shoot Damien, Court, Ian and everyone lock you two in a room because they’re TIRED of it not going anywhere - @mrtopphaasmyheart​

A/N: this actually turned out a lot longer than i thought it would... sorry not sorry!

It was Saturday night when they emailed out the filming schedules for the upcoming month. You were sitting at home, reading a book and being “insanely boring” as your friends had so eloquently put it. 

But as much as you had wanted to go out with your old college friends, that week of filming had really taken a toll on you and your body. Now, as a YouTube personality, you weren’t required to do your own stunts due to the fact that stuffed dolls could easily take your place for comedic effect. However, being a former stuntwoman for a few months during college, you loved the adrenaline crashing through a window or two gave you. 

As Smosh’s stunt coordinator, that meant you weren’t on screen as often as your coworkers. Which is why the upcoming month’s filming schedule shocked you. Aside from a Try Not to Laugh and a few Smosh Gaming videos, you were also scheduled in an Every Blank Ever. Namely, the Every Valentine's Day Ever video. 

Considering Valentine’s Day was a little less than a month out, it wasn’t weird that they wanted to get this video recorded and on its way to editing. What was weird was the fact that most of your filming blocks aligned with Shayne Topp’s. 

It wasn’t a secret that you were the group flirt. Next to Courtney, you were both the most notorious for flirting with your coworkers on screen and, in your case, off. 

But with Shayne… It started five months ago. Five months ago, your harmless flirting turned into something a little more than for-good-fun. 

Five months ago, the flirty little winks you sent in his direction meant more than something friendly and the words exchanged turned into something more than just words. But you were sure that was all you. 

There was no way Shayne felt the same for you. After all, he was an extremely friendly guy and he acted that way to everyone. That was your best defense. That he was just really nice. 

You shook your head as if the motion would shake the thoughts from your mind. You closed your book and laptop, shoving both items off to the side. You reached over and clicked your bedside lamp off, settling in for the night. 

You’d figure it out in the morning, you decided, closing your eyes and letting sleep take you off to another world.

The next morning, you met up with Courtney and Olivia for your weekly Sunday brunches. You had settled on a new place, rather than your regular brunch spot. The only difference was this place offered outdoor seating, which was nice despite the fact that it was still January and it was sixty degrees Fahrenheit. 

You guessed you could blame the warmer-than-average weather on global warming. 

“What’d you do yesterday, Olivia?” you asked as Courtney wrapped up her recount on the movie night she had with one of her many siblings. They had gone out to watch The Turning, much to her sister’s amusement and to Courtney’s torture. 

“I just hung out with Sam,” Olivia revealed, shrugging. “Wrote in my filming schedule in my planner.”

You took a sip of your mimosa, nodding along. “Yeah, I had a mellow weekend too.” 

Courtney kicked your foot under the table. “But did you see who you were paired with for, like, eighty percent of the scenes, Y/n?”

You shrugged, setting your drink down. “Shayne? Yeah, I saw it.”

Courtney poked you this time. “For the Valentine’s scenes. You know, the romantic stuff!”

She wiggled her eyebrows as you fought to keep the smile off your face. “We won’t even be shooting those until Wednesday.”

You and Shayne had about three or four romantic scenes in the Every Blank Ever, marked ‘Breakfast in Bed,’ ‘Dinner,’ ‘Proposal’ (which was a continuation of ‘Dinner’), and one unspecified scene. You figured they’d tell you what the unspecified scene was when it came time to film it. 

“So that means you have until Wednesday to fantasize all about it,” Olivia said, wiggling her fingers like she was a wizard spreading magic. 

You laughed slightly, shaking your head. You held up a hand and asked your waiter for your check. You thanked them when they brought over the little black book, shooing off your two friends as they tried to poke fun of you. 

As the baby of the group, you figured a little teasing was warranted. It came with the territory. 

But by the time Wednesday rolled around, you figured your status of the baby of the group wouldn’t help you much. 

Sarah Whittle, one of your bosses, stood near you as you did up your own makeup. She was waiting patiently for the curler to heat up so she could do up your hair, making you feel much like she was your mom helping you get ready for Prom night. 

“You ready for today's scenes, Y/l?” she asked in a teasing manner. 

You rolled your eyes and took a break from applying your mascara to stick your tongue out at the older woman like the child you were. 

“It’s the breakfast in bed scene first,” you complained as you nearly poked your eye out with the wand. “Why do I need to have my hair curled if I just woke up?”

Sarah picked up the curler after sliding on the black cloth glove that was designed so that she couldn’t burn herself too badly with the heated stick of metal. 

“Well, you’re going to be wearing a hair covering for this scene so your curls can set for the dinner scene,” Sarah explained before winking. “Plus, it’d be less work for me later.”

Since Sarah had already sectioned off your hair, it made it easier for her to curl the pieces and then pin them up with bobby pins to keep them secure. Once she finished, she reached over and grabbed a patterned shower cap and slid it on over the little bundles of curled hair. 

She explained that the residue heat would essentially act like one of those giant hair dryers that you would sit under at a hair salon, but with less health risks. 

After you were finished with hair and makeup, you were ushered off to costume where you were given a nightgown and a robe.

You thanked whatever deity was up there that you had been provided a robe before making your way to set, passing a dressed up Courtney, who waved enthusiastically at you. You resisted the urge to jokingly throw up the middle finger at your friend, instead choosing to wave back and give a tight smile that showed off your discomfort. 

Thankfully, Ian was the scene’s director, which immediately put you at ease. It wasn’t that you had anything against the others. In fact, you loved being able to work with Ryan. It was just the fact that since coining Ian as your Smosh dad, you found it easier to perform better in scenes like these if someone you had already been emotionally vulnerable with was the one behind the steering wheel.

“Okay,” Ian said, clapping his hands together. “Y/n, you’re going to wake up and maybe yawn a little, and then Shayne is going to come in with a tray of food. I want you to take a bite, and chew through it while pretending you like it. You got that?”

You shucked your robe, handing it off to one of the assistants that were on hand. You gave him a thumbs up before settling into the bed, moving down so it looked like you were sleeping. 

You waited, counted three breaths, before you heard Ian call, “Action.”

You waited two more breaths before ‘waking up,’ yawning and groggily rubbing your eyes. You sat up in bed, moving yourself so that your back was flush to the headboard. 

“Good morning, Sweetie,” Shayne said, pretending to have come through a door. He made his way over to the bed and set the tray over your lap. You smiled at him, imagining what domestic life with Shayne would actually be like.

“Good morning,” you replied, remembering that this was a scripted moment. “What’d you make for me?”

Shayne settled into the bed next to you, pointing at each item as he listed them off. “I made the pancakes I made you on our first morning together, as well as the scrambled eggs that I know you love so much, and I got you some orange juice in a mug with a heart on it that I found from our local flea market.”

You acted like it was the sweetest thing anyone had ever done for you. Putting on a face that would read to the audience that you two were madly in love. “Oh, honey. I love it, thank you!”

You kissed his cheek, thinking nothing of it as you moved onto the next part of Ian’s directions to you. You put a spoonful of eggs into your mouth, making a face at the ‘taste.’

“Do you like it?” Shayne asked, still in character. 

You made a face that was halfway between joy and disgust, acting like it was the worst thing you’ve ever eaten. “It’s great, Steve.”

Ian called for a cut and you reached out beside you as the assistant from earlier rushed to hand you a bucket. You spat out the food, scraping your teeth along your tongue to get the residue egg out of your mouth. 

She handed your your robe next, to which you replied, “Thank you, Julia,” before pulling the article of clothing on. 

Shayne threw an arm around your shoulders as you got out of bed, pulling you back and wrapping his arms around you. You laughed, feeling your cheeks burn with half embarrassment and half oh-my-God-what-is-he-doing. 

“They got us up this early, they can give us a few minutes to nap,” he declared, settling his head atop yours the best he could in the awkward position he had put you in. It was nothing new, Shayne being touchy with you, but this time was different. You couldn’t exactly pinpoint what, but you knew something had changed. 

Maybe it was the fact that you had just filmed a scene in which you both were a couple. The fake engagement ring that sat on your finger reminded you of that. The fact that this was fake. 

“Come on,” Ian scolded, a laugh also written across his face. “The sooner you both get through the next three scenes, the sooner you can go home.” 

You wriggled out of Shayne’s grasp, laughing as he tried to tickle your sides. It wasn’t the fact that you were insanely ticklish, no. It was the fact that his hands on you felt so undeniably right, that your brain had thought of no other reaction but to laugh. 

“Alright,” you surrendered, “I’ll go. I’ll see you at dinner, Mr. Topp.” 

He kneeled on the bed, raising up from his sitting position. He bent at the waist jokingly, a goofy grin on his face. 

“Until then, Ms. Y/l.” 

You gave him a two-finger salute in farewell before disappearing from set, making your way back to hair and makeup. There, Sarah awaited you, anxious to take out the pins and reveal her ‘masterpiece.’

Once your hair was revealed, which did look insanely good, you set to work on applying a modest amount of makeup, knowing that the amount of lights on the set would even out your complexion. 

From years in show business, you’d learned that a healthy medium between your normal everyday makeup and stage makeup was the way to go when filming in a closed set. As far as you knew, you wouldn’t be filming outside or in any dark or enclosed spaces. 

When you were carted off to costume, you were glad to trade out your nightgown and robe with a red dress that really did flatter your figure in the best ways. You gave Lindsay a spin when she asked you to before being carted off to set for the second time that day. 

Luckily, you’d be in the same outfit for the next three scenes you had to film that day, which meant no more back and forth between departments. 

You thanked whatever deity was up there because ten minutes in and the heels Lindsay had put you in were already cutting off circulation to your toes. 

“Okay,” Ian said, and clapped again. It was a habit of his that didn’t look like it was going anywhere soon. “For this scene, we’re going to film the dinner and proposal all in one and splice it in editing and whatever. I’ll stop you if I want to give a little more direction, but you know what you’re doing and so does Shayne.”

You smiled at Ian’s attempt at easing up your nerves. No matter how fake, getting proposed to was always a nerve-wracking experience. 

Shayne walked up to set next, dressed up and looking a little extra fancy. 

You bumped his hip as they set up the scene, threading your arms through his. “You clean up nice.”

He smirked. “I could say the same for you, Y/n.”

You felt the heat rise into your cheeks, hating that Shayne could get any kind of reaction from you. 

You heard Ian call action and immediately started walking. The two of you gossiped about the “hot new Italian restaurant” your boss recommended before arriving at the entrance. 

“Hello,” Damien greeted them, an Italian accent gracing his lips. “Do you have a reservation with us tonight?”

Shayne stepped forward a little. “Yes, Copper. That’s C-O-P-P-E-R.”

“Copper,” Damien repeated, though his accent botched the pronunciation a little for comedic effect. “Ah, yes. C-O-P-P-E-R. Right this way.”

Damien ‘led’ you to your table, though in all reality, the cameras cut as the set changed slightly, the restaurant tables coming in and some of your coworkers coming in to fill the seats around you. 

Damien asked for your order in proper waiter fashion before dashing off to ‘fetch your drinks.’

You leaned in, tucking some hair behind your ear as to not obscure your face from the cameras. “Babe, this place is really fancy. Are you sure you can afford this?”

Shayne scoffed and brushed you off. “Of course, I can afford this!”

He made a joke loudly, and you laughed nervously, looking around and apologizing to the other patrons of the bar as scripted. 

“Babe,” you hissed. “Quiet down, people are staring!”

He scoffed again, doing his little bit before returning to the script. 

“Let them stare!” he announced, climbing onto the table. Your eyes widened as you held onto the table, even though you fully well knew that it was bolted down to the set. 

“Ramona, I am in love with you and have been since I first swiped right,” he declared, putting his hand to his heart. He jumped off the table and leaned over to another table, taking the engagement ring right off an extra’s finger. 

You watched as she acted offended, storming off with her fiance. 

You returned your attention to Shayne, who was down on one knee in front of you. “Ramona, will you marry me?” 

You looked around, acting shocked and repulsed by what had just taken place. You gave it a few moments, waiting for the comedic timing to line up, before bursting out into fake tears and saying yes. 

The crowd around you burst into cheers, you could hear your coworkers clapping and calling out congratulations as Shayne held you in his arms. 

Ian called cut but Shayne didn’t let you go, holding you around the waist with one arm instead of two. 

You saw Ian and Courtney exchanged glances with Damien, but thought nothing of it, enjoying the feeling of Shayne’s arms around you. You looked up at him, staring into his bright baby blues. 

“What do you think the next scene is?” you asked him, leaning into his side. His arm tightened around you.

“I don’t know but I hope it's something to do with dessert,” you said excitedly. 

Shayne cocked an eyebrow at you, causing you to realize the secondary meaning to your words. You slapped his pec, unsurprisingly meeting the hard muscle there, before slapping yourself in the face for not realizing it sooner.

“That’s not what I meant,” you insisted, separating yourself from him. You crossed your arms over your chest as he laughed at what you had said. You ended up laughing a little as well, walking away from the set and kicking off the heels. 

While they were absolutely beautiful, they also made your feet hurt like hell. The assistant, Julia, offered you your casual shoes and you took them, making a mental note to get the woman a gift basket or something sometime in the future. 

Ian came up to you as you were sliding on your Crocs, clicking the toes together happily as your feet were enveloped in the surprisingly comfy croslite. 

“You ready for this next scene?” Ian asked, taking a sip out of his mug. It was nearing lunchtime now, meaning they had less than an hour to film this next bit. 

“Does that mean you’re going to finally let me know what the scene is?” you asked, quirking an eyebrow. He chuckled and patted your back. 

“You’ll figure it out,” he said, clapping your shoulder. “It’s all improv but you’re both extremely great at that!”

You winced at his tone of voice, not believing him at all yet you allowed him to lead you and Shayne into one of the prop closets, already decked out with studio lights and everything.

The presence of the lights put your mind at ease and considering you were wearing a red dress paired with your bright yellow crocs, you crossed your fingers in hopes that they weren’t about to record anything past waist level. 

Ian pushed Shayne into the closet slightly, causing the man to tumble into you. He caught you around the waist while reflexively grabbing hold of a shelf fixed to one of the walls. You felt the heat rush to your cheeks once more, glad that his attention was more focused on making sure the two of you weren’t about to collapse onto the floor right then and there. 

Once he got the two of you back on your own two feet, you wheeled around, ready to confront Ian but was met with a closed prop door. 

You approached the door knob and twisted it, to find that it was locked. You shook it in hopes that this was one of the closets that would just slide open to no avail. You and Shayne were stuck in the closet with one of the hottest stage lights the company owned. 

“We’ll be back in thirty minutes,” you heard Ian call out, the sounds of Courtney and Damien snickering coming from beyond the door. 

“You’re dead, Hecox!” you shouted before resigning. “They’re not gonna let us out in thirty, minutes, are they?”

Shayne chuckled, trying to make the best of the situation. He had already made himself comfy on one of the wooden chests. 

Then, the stage light shut off and that’s when the panic set in. 

“Oh, my God,” you freaked, eyes going wide. The only light was now the half-dead emergency bulb in the ceiling of the prop closet, leaving the both of you in what was essentially the dark. You turned around and started to pound on the door, calling for your boss, Courtney, anybody. At one point, you found yourself calling for the assistant that had followed you around all day. 

“We’re going to die in here,” you lamented, leaning up against a wall. 

Shayne hopped off the chest and came over to you, grabbing your arm and pulling you into his chest. 

“We’ll be fine,” he comforted. “It was probably just a blackout. We’ve been getting them around the studios pretty often recently. They’ll probably come back for us in a few minutes when they realize that the building’s powerless.

You nodded, calming yourself down in his arms. He was right. The crew wouldn’t leave you in here during a blackout… would they?

You started to think about how much of a safety and fire hazard leaving the two of you in here would be and started to panic again. 

“Shayne,” you whimpered. “What if they can’t get back to us? If the building is on lock down then they wouldn’t be able to use their key cards to get us out and I don’t even think Ian remembers where he put the backup keys and--”

You were cut off by a pair of lips covering yours. You let out a muffled noise of surprise, before closing your eyes and leaning into the kiss. Your hands flew to his hair as he pulled you even closer, if humanly possible. 

Now, when someone tells you that the fireworks aren’t real, they probably weren’t doing it right because here, with Shayne, it was like the Fourth of July. You felt the lust, the passion, the absolute adoration for the man that held you in his arms well up inside you until you had to pull away for air. 

You pulled back, struggling to regain control over your breathing. You looked up into his brilliant baby blues and searched for a reason behind what he had just done. 

“Uh,” he licked his lips, “you were panicking and I had to do something so that you wouldn’t pass out or--”

You cut him off that time, standing up on your toes to meet him with another kiss, just as passionate as the last. 

“What was that for?” he asked, when you finally pulled back. 

You bit your lip. “I’ve liked you for a long time,” you finally admitted. “And it sucks that it took our coworkers locking us in a room together that I finally grew up and did something about it.”

Shayne glanced at the still-closed doors. “Yeah, those assholes. Forcing me to get kissed twice by the woman that I am deeply infatuated with.”

He kissed you again, laughing as your lips met. You pulled back and kissed his cheek and then down his jaw, settling one last kiss over his lips for good measure. 

“You know, we should totally fuck with them,” you proposed, a hint of playfulness behind your eyes. “And then go home and figure this out on our own terms.”

Shayne’s eyes met yours with the same intentions behind his eyes as yours. “Are you thinking that I’m thinking?”

You nodded before kissing him again, and again, and again…

It was forty-five minutes later until your coworkers came to your rescue. 

Putting your plan into action, you crossed your arms and turned your head away from him. You were sure there were still black tear marks down your face from when you had started crying earlier, after realizing the power in the building had gone out. 

Ian was the first to apologize upon seeing your disheveled state. Thankfully, he had taken the state of your hair and makeup as a sign you were actually distraught. He apologized, along with the others, for locking you in the prop closet in the first place. 

You told them it was okay and that you just wanted to go home after the ordeal you had been through. 

Surprisingly, you had managed to escape the building an hour later. You met Shayne by your car, giggling as he grabbed you around the waist. He peppered your face with kisses before setting you down, allowing you to unlock your car. 

He entered from the other side as you thanked whatever deity was up there for making today one of the days he had decided to carpool with Damien. His excuse was that he was just going to Uber back to his place, seeing as it wasn’t that far from the studio.

Although that was a load of bull, the two of you were heading back to your apartment to work things out. 

“Those idiots,” Shayne joked as you pulled out of the lot. “They were none the wiser.”

You laughed as you drove away from the building. “I’m sure they’ll figure it out by tomorrow. After all, I’m your ride in tomorrow.”

Shayne shrugged, reaching over the console to grab your hand. “I’m fine with that. As long as I get you all to myself for tonight.” 

“I’m fine with that,” you said, a grin on your face. You would spend an eternity with him if it meant you got moments like these in the future. And you were fine with that.

#shayne topp #shayne topp imagine #shayne topp x reader #shayne topp fanfiction #ian hecox #Sarah Whittle #Courtney Miller #olivia sui #damien haas #smosh #smosh games #every blank ever #every valentines day ever #valentines day #shayne #topp #reader #reader-insert #Female reader #y/n #female y/n #Ryan Todd #fake dating

[emmy-writes-sometimes]

FaceTime

For the anon who requested where Chris introduces the new baby over video chat. I have never even met a baby, so I have no idea about… anything, so this is all guess work! I went ahead and just made up a name as well. Hope you enjoy! 

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           “Are you absolutely sure you can handle her?” You asked Chris, eyebrows raised, as he tried to take the sleeping baby out of the carrier.

           “Abso-” The baby stirred when Chris picked her up,  but silenced again. Both of you braced yourselves for crying, but it didn’t happen. “Absolutely. See? She’s fine.”

           “Then I’m going to take a long, very hot shower. If that’s okay?” You looked around the house for a minute, missing the small Dodger nipping at your heels. Chris dropped him off with Carly for a week while you took the baby home, just to get settled before introducing one child to the other.

           “Fine by me. I’ll get dinner started in a few minutes,” Chris said. He took the carrier in one hand and sat it down on the coffee table, sitting down on the couch with the baby in his other arm.

           “Are you just going to stare at her?” You wonder out loud, smiling a little bit. You knew Chris would be a fantastic father, but he had barely even stopped looking at either of you since you went to the hospital. She looked exactly like Chris’s sisters did as babies, except for your eyes, and maybe your cheekbones. You weren’t surprised, because the Evans family had strong genes. As soon as he saw her, there was no doubt in his mind that he was more in love with her than anything (sorry, babe, she’s gorgeous, Chris had said). He had barely stopped holding her, unless of course you wanted to – she had maybe been down for ten or fifteen minutes total besides when you were in the car. Chris insisted he had it, and you believed him.

           “Yeah, why?” He was too busy looking down at the baby to pay attention. You just grinned.

           “No reason.” You walked up the stairs, grateful for the pain medication, because otherwise there was no way you could handle the old house’s steep stairs. You glanced into the baby’s room, between your bedroom and Chris’s office, where the baby’s gender-neutral things were all laid out. Chris’s doing – the both of you wanted to keep the gender a secret, but it was Chris the entire time insisting that it was definitely a girl, but even so he painted the room a light blue. Honestly, you were thinking that the baby wasn’t even going to spend much time in there. If Chris didn’t let her go sometime, there was a chance she’d never even make it into the crib. You had already fixed a room in Boston, too, but this house was bigger and allowed for a larger nursery.

           You probably spent a full hour in the shower. Maybe more, maybe less, because it was starting to get dark outside by the time you pulled on one of Chris’s oversized shirts and a pair of shorts that wouldn’t irritate you too much. And then you walked down the stairs to the smell of Chris making your favorite. Mac and Cheese. Chris was still holding her in one arm, fully supported, and while he was stirring with his free hand, he was on the iPad with Scott.

           “How was she?” You ask as you cross the living room into the kitchen. Chris swirled around, reluctantly handing you to her as you opened your arms. She was so small it would take some getting used to.

           “Asleep,” Chris answered honestly. “Gotta go, man!” He called to his brother.

           “Tell her she’s pretty!” Scott called in response.

           “Which one?”

           “Both of them!” With that, the video camera turned off and left them alone.

           “Has she been asleep this whole time?” You asked. She started stirring as soon as you took her from Chris, but stopped when Chris laid his hand on her to make sure the blanket around her wasn’t too tight.

           “Pretty much, yeah. Mom asked if we can call her and introduce her around soon.” You felt a little bad, but it wasn’t like you had planned to have the baby two weeks early and in Los Angeles. You had planned to start driving back the next morning so you could be back in Boston by the time the due date came. But that had gone out the window, because she wanted to come then and there and Chris was just thankful the house was close enough to a hospital to where you could make it. He was also grateful for the excuse not to have to go to a meeting that day.

           “After we eat. If she’s even awake.” Chris smirked.

           “Maybe the nurse is right. Maybe she’ll be easy.”

           “Babies are not easy,” you replied. “This is probably just the calm before the storm. Did you feed her?”

           “Fed and changed.” You sighed.

           “I love you.” You walked over to the couch, propping your feet up, and held the baby in your lap.

           “I love you too.” Chris finished making the food, your first real food in a few days, and brought over the pot instead of distributing it into bowls. It made for less cleanup later, and besides – you always shared a pot of mac and cheese. It was an unwritten rule in the house.

           You somehow ate without her even waking up, but the clinking of the spoon against the empty bowl caused you to clap your hands over your ears, hoping not to have to endure a symphony of crying. You loved babies. Just not when they cried because it made it hard to think about how to make them stop crying.

           “I’ll clean up,” you volunteered, “if you want her.” Chris grinned, eagerly but carefully taking the baby back. She woke up and, if anything, curled deeper into Chris’s arm where he held her.

           “She is such a Daddy’s girl,” Chris said. “Thank God, I was afraid she would like you better.”

           “There’s always the next one,” you laughed as you carried the pot into the kitchen to put it in the dishwasher.

           “We can have more?” Chris asked happily. “Really?”

           “I assumed you wanted five. Isn’t that what you said two years ago?”

           “We can have five?”

           “If they all behave like this one, we can have as many as you want.” You grabbed the propped-up tablet from the kitchen counter and brought it over, taking your place before. Chris had one of his hands on her feet, where they must have seemed a little cold. “Who are we calling first?”

           “Mom and Dad?” Chris offered. You shrugged, not really having a preference, and tapped Chris’s mom’s name on the iPad. They answered on the first ring, and the first thing you heard was Chris’s mom calling his father over.

           “Hey Ma!” Chris said, his Boston accent kicking right in.

           “Who is this?” She asked, clearly looking down at the baby in Chris’s arms. Chris put his other arm around you as you got in the frame. “You weren’t telling us any names earlier.”

           “This is Olivia,” Chris replied sweetly. ��Olivia Grace.”

           “Oh, I knew you were naming her Olivia. Your father owes me ten dollars.” Chris chuckled. “She looks exactly like Carly when she was born.” Chris nodded.

           “Oh, my, is that a beautiful baby!” Chris’s dad exclaimed as he sat down next to Chris’s mother. “She does look like Carly. But I can see a little of Y/n in there. Y/n, sweetie, how are you?”

           “I had so much medicine,” you replied, “I honestly don’t remember most of it.”

           “You will later. It took me awhile to remember with Chris,” Chris’s mom thought out loud. “She is beautiful.”

           “Yeah, she’s definitely going to be prettier than me,” you said with a laugh.

           “Oh, nobody is prettier than you, babe,” Chris said off-hand. “Except maybe our daughters.” You rolled your eyes. “We’re going to call the girls, too, Scott already met her.”

           “Of course. Let us know if you need anything!” Chris’s mom said. “We’ll see you as soon as you can get home.”

           “Love you, Ma,” Chris said with a smile. “Love you, Dad.”

           “Bye!” Both of Chris’s parents waved before ending the call. Chris immediately scrolled down until he found Shanna, the first person he called that morning, and pressed her name. She answered immediately, sitting on Carly’s couch with Dodger sitting in her lap. A wine glass was in her hand, and next to her was a book she’d probably read to one of the kids.

           “Oh, my gosh!” She exclaimed excitedly when she saw the baby. “Aww!”

           “Get the family!” Chris insisted. She immediately followed what Chris was saying and called out names until their husbands and the kids were gathered around the couch.

           “So this is Olivia,” you said quietly, noticing that the baby was starting to stir a little bit.  “She’s been asleep, but I think she’s waking up now.”

           “Aww, she’s so beautiful!” Carly said, putting a hand over her heart. “I knew you’d name her Olivia!”

           “Why is everybody saying that?” Chris chuckled. “How’s my other baby doing? Dodger?” The dog perked his ears up at the sound of his father’s voice.

           “He’s been with the kids most of the day,” Carly answered. “He’s been a good boy.”

           “That’s my boy,” Chris responded with a smile.

           “How was it?” Shanna asked you.

           “Honestly, I didn’t feel much. But Chris was not helping.”

           “Yeah, men never do.”

           “Hey!” Chris defended. “I got her ice chips and everything.” You sat up a little to kiss his cheek.

           “You were doing your best and I appreciate it,” you said to Chris. He rolled his eyes. “No, he was good. I think it was probably the longest twelve hours of my life.”

           “Oh, it always is. You look good, honey.”

           “Thank you,” you responded with a little smile. Chris’s family was always so warm and welcoming, even though they were a big family. You weren’t very close with your family, especially after moving around so much with Chris, but at least they’d checked in a few times.

           Olivia started fussing and pushing at the blanket around her, so much that you elbowed Chris. He looked down and winced a little, causing you to decide to take her. Chris deserved a little time with his family, especially now, and you decided to pick her up. Chris handed her to you willingly, but not until he gave her feet a quick squeeze.

           “I got her,” you insisted, quickly taking her up the stairs. She needed to be changed. You could feel that, and smell it, right away. This was the part you knew would be gross, but it had to be done, so you took her into the nursery and started. You could faintly hear Chris laughing along with the family, praising you for doing so well, and that made your heart absolutely melt. You looked down at the baby and sighed.

           “You have the best Daddy,” you said softly as you started to change her. “He’s an idiot, but he loves you. And his family loves you…” You looked down into the baby’s eyes, not even noticing that Chris was standing in the doorway until he coughed a little.

           “She okay?” He asked, walking into the room. He watched you change her like you had practiced with so many times, and when you were done you picked her back up. She had only cried a little bit, thankfully.

           “She’s good,” you responded. “Telling her all about your family.”

           “Did you tell her her uncle’s an idiot?” You laughed.

           “No. I’ll let her figure that out.” Chris came to stand behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist.

           “Did you tell her she’s got the best mama, too?” Your heart skipped a beat, smoothing over when Chris kissed the back of your head.

           “She’ll figure it out.”

           “Yeah, she will. Right now I’m just wondering how I can cash in on the bets. I had a bet with Mackie that it would be a girl, ‘cause you know, the ultrasound lady kinda messed up and almost said she. But she didn’t. And then I have a bet with Downey that she would look like you, so I need Mackie to pay up first…”

           “You told me you didn’t know!” You exclaimed, hoping not to wake the baby. “Please tell me you don’t owe Downey too much money.”

           “I wanted it to be a surprise,” he shrugged. “So, uh, when did the doctor say we’re allowed to make another one? Or maybe two? ‘Cause, you know, twins run in your family.” 

           “After six weeks. But hopefully not before this one can pee on her own, because I can not be taking care of more than one baby at once.”

           “More than one?”

           “Did you forget about yourself?

           “At least I can control my bladder.”

#chris evans fluff #chris evans x reader

[ana-deaky]

It’s The Little Things || Joe Mazzello x Reader

What started out as a discussion between me and @amethyst-serenade on how cute Joe is, blown out into this story/HC, I honestly don’t know what this is. It’s definitely fluffy, now that I’m sure. Hope you guys enjoy our work!!

Words: 2393

No warnings whatsoever

HERE WE GO!!

Oh without a doubt! He's gonna be an amazing father and his kids will be adorable and lovable just like him.

Imagine him with his firstborn (especially if it's a girl) holding them in his arms and the absolute adoration on his face ♥️

It would start when you tell him you're pregnant. He'd be beside you (crying a little), kissing and hugging you, and your belly and telling "I'm gonna be a dad. We're gonna be parents."

Even when before you start showing, his hands will be on the belly, secretly protecting his kid. Involuntarily yelling "excuse me" and "coming through" when the two of you walk through crowds. And randomly talking to the baby, reading to the baby at night. And when he goes on a shoot while you're pregnant and he calls and he says "put the phone on speaker, I wanna talk to the baby" and talks about the day.

And he'd be showing everyone the ultrasound pic! And when you're having a movie night, he'd either have his hand or his head on your belly, constantly snuggling into you. And he'll tell anyone who'll listen that his beautiful wife is expecting your first child. And during the movie, if anybody cusses, Joe would put his hands on the sides of the belly and he'd say "too early for that" jokingly.

Oh Joe won't be able to hold it in for the first trimester. The day the second trimester hits, the ultrasound will be on his page and he'll share an entire paragraph about the baby and his incredible wife.

And obviously help throw the best damn dramatic Baby Gender Reveal Party ever!! YES! It's a girl!!

The moment he feels the baby kick over your belly, god, here comes the water works AGAIN!! His hands will be literally glued to your belly until he feels her kick again.

And the day comes when little Ms. Mazzello is ready to make her grand entrance into the world and you bet your ass, Mr. Mazzello has had the hospital bag and ready to go right after the baby shower.

And there she was, Ella Virginia Mazzello, the absolute adoration in his face as he watched his little girl in a tiny bundle on her mom's chest.

His face would be all lit up when he finally holds his baby girl, he's looking at his baby girl, all teary eyed and you could see his love for the baby in his eyes. And he'll literally worship the mother of his more than adorable baby, the love of his life and love her like anything.

He'd be loving and considerate, and would make sure his wife is happy and comfortable. And he tries his best to for you to let him dress the baby in the Yankees onesie he got for her. Well he knows how that's gonna end up.

Let us assume the fact that Ben has a baby boy around that time and Gwil makes a joke "that's your future boyfriend" when the boys visit the new mother and baby at Joe's home and Joe whispers to the baby, pretty audibly, "No dating for you until 16, young lady"

And on one day when the Yankees are playing, he'll be wearing a Yankees tshirt and dresses the baby in the Yankees onesie that he specifically got for her, and seats her on his lap, he'll post that picture captioned "Just two Yankees fans hangin' out"

His phone memory will be filled up with all of Ella's pictures, videos of her bouncing up and down on her father's lap to one of those Beatles songs from her dad's collection and obviously in her Halloween costume, that's right, Joe dresses up his little girl in a baby Raptor costume.

And all the boys would give him shit for it but Lucy would think it's the most adorable thing ever and tell you how lucky you are to have a husband like that.

As his little girl grows up, he'll help her host tea parties and he'd take her on daddy-daughter dates so he can show her how a REAL man should treat her.

Joe would make sure his little girl don't take no crap!

Second time along, during their second gender reveal, they find they're having a baby boy and he'll go crazy raising his hands and jumping up and down "we're having a boy, our lil baseball player is here."

He'd be going on and on and ON about having a firstborn son to carry on the family name.

He'd DEFINITELY get him a raptor onesie first and practically beg to organise play dates with Gwil & Dana's little girl and Rami and Lucy's twins (we haven't forgotten Ben's kids)

And Joe's baby girl, he'll definitely be by her side when his baby boy is too little so that she don't feel left out or anything.

********

And Mother's Day,

The boys would all get together and plan something special for the ladies so they don't have to lift a finger. Starting with breakfast in bed (that Joe made with help from the kids), well you woke up to your little girl's giggles from outside the door and in comes your lovely husband with your baby boy in the baby carrier and Ella.

The boys would have booked the girls in for a spa day and he'll organise daddy-daycare with the boys. Then you'd all go to Rami & Lucy's place for dinner, which of course, the dads are making while the girls hangout with the kids. And then comes a bab(ies)y-mommy photoshoot and everything.

But Joe would find you when the baby's hungry because 'that's the one thing I can't do, sorry!' He'll be so dramatic saying "My nipples are useless."

Under the starry skies, the boys and their wives and babies, pictures perfect.

Ooh and the kids, well the boys will set up tents for them to camp in the backyard. And they'll sit around and tell stories of dragons and pirates and wizards; and let their imaginations run wild.

Imagine Gwil telling all these amazing stories with his soothing accent, doing all the voices and making the kids laugh while the rest of you are enjoying a beer or a glass of wine under the fairy lights hanging in the trees. And later, when he gets an acoustic guitar and break into a song and all the boys sing along.

And after the kids are down, all of you reminisce about the time when they did BoRhap and all the fun you guys had during press tours and birthdays and holidays.

And Joe tells about the adventures in Japan for the press tour when the translators were finding it hard to keep up with the boys. And Ben's like "Sorry I missed it!"

"But Cardboard Ben did" and that's when they remember Ben Cardy after an awful long time

Then Gwil and Joe explain the terrible night that Cardy B was in jail. Meanwhile you and the girls look at each other like "Boys!" 🙄

And Lucy takes out Joe's YouTube page and shows all the videos. And they all give him shit for doing 'Milk' and you be like "He still got the occasional screams."

Then Rami says "so THAT'S your bedroom secret, Joe?" And Joe's like "Well, we've got two kids so it must be working!" And you shove at his arm to keep him quiet saying "Joseph!"

"That's nothing",  Lucy says with a grin "Rami sings to me". And Rami covers his face with his hands and Ben shoves his arm. "Gwil goes "Huzzah" everytime he's done", says Dana from a corner. Ben gives Olivia a warning look, and Olivia says "Ben tells me to call him Skywalker to get him in the mood" and Joe laughs.

"So we all have weird quirks, cheers to that", says Joe and takes a drink and you go like eww

"That's why were friends", says Gwil. "Joe and I are more like brothers' says Rami, "We've seen each other shirtless in The Pacific". "And other things" says Ben. Lucy rolls her eyes and you two give each other a look.

"Here we go again" says Gwil and turns to you to ask "Has he tried to make the kids watch The Pacific yet?"

"Well it's not my fault. That the scene was TOO GOOD, y'know", says Joe winking, "besides you enjoy it as much as I do" says Joe to you.

"Several times. Barely made it halfway through the first episode before Ella said she was bored. He then tried with Joey until I reminded him that the baby is, in fact, still a baby. But when WE watch it, Joe always seems really interested in THAT sex scene", you said. "Joseph!" Lucy gasps

"Attaboy!" Rami chuckles and pats Joe on his back.

"How come you guys never watched it with me?", Ben asks. "We should do a "The Pacific" watch party one day", Rami announces and Joe toasts, "To the watchparty!"

"Oh she hesitated! That means it's true!" says Ben. "No wonder you've got two kids" Gwil grins.

"You watched it too!" says Dana. "Only because Rami and Joe wouldn't shut up about it and brought it up in EVERY interview we did!" says Gwil.

Just as Joe does the toast, your daughter comes out in her favourite unicorn pyjamas. "Daddy, I need to pee". Joe looks over at you. Rami and Lucy giggle. "She did call Daddy, didn't she?", you gave a look to Joe and he says "Come here" he says and picks up his daughter and off he goes. "She walks right?", Dana asks. "Don't even get me started with that.", you told.

"Always knew he'd go all gooey over his little girl." Ben says, lighting a cigarette. "She's definitely daddy's princess", you sigh. "Does he have tea parties with her?" Olivia asks. "He does, but uh" you hesitate just as Joe comes back, "Liv wants to know about your latest tea party"

"Oh what can I say Ella loves tea parties as much as I do. It's incredible and so much fun, you know" he says. "And this one here", he gestures to you, "is kinda jealous of us spending all the time together."

"You pinky promised me that you wouldn't show it to anyone" says Joe trying to grab your phone. "Oh its them", you said. "Yes it's us. Also pinky promise? How old are you guys?", Gwil asked.

"Yeah, Joe left me for a younger woman", you grin, sipping your wine. "You bastard!" Gwil gasps.

"And yet I have photographic evidence of you wearing a flower crown" you add. "Show us!", says Ben.

"That's just the start of it, Gwil", you wink, "so we have a choice between the flower crown, the fairy wings or the unicorn headband". Ben chokes on his cigarette and the girls laugh.

"You're a man of many hidden talents, Joe", Rami smirks.

"In my defense, I take pinky promises very very seriously", Joe said as the group passed the phone around, "Also I looked good in every one of those pictures"

"Y/N, tell them", Joe said. You roll your eyes. "He looks good in every one of those pictures", you said, adding to Dana "otherwise he'll sulk for the rest of the night." Dana giggles.

"Speaking of onesies, Joe wanted to get BoRhap themed outfits for the kids.", you said. "Thats so thoughtful, Joe", Lucy said. "Hold on, next time?", Ben grinned, "You guys wanna have more kids?"

"Did you get that onesie that we sent you for the baby?" Ben asked. "We did", you confirm "and it fits perfectly. Though El almost threw a tantrum when she saw her baby brother dressed as a raptor."

"Well Joe has already bought a Yankees one, so Ben had to compromise", said Rami. "Joe made me pinky promise that we HAD to buy the Yankees onesie first", you grin. "I wanted that for the baby's "homecoming" outfit, but she didn't allow it. Both times. Better luck next time, right?" Joe said.

'It's Joey's first Christmas. They're growing up so fast. I remember like it was yesterday that I told Joe that I was pregnant with El. Now here we are", and you were interrupted by a baby crying through one of the monitors. All of you scramble around to check which one was active. And found out it was yours, "Is he hearing all this? I'm gonna go check on him", you said and walked away.

"Oh he's already advised me of this, on the wedding night", you shrugged. "Pretty sure we conceived lil Joey at your place, Gwil", Joe grins, making Gwil sputter on his beer. You swatted his arm, "Joe!!".

"And I assume you've already found these outfits for the kids?" Olivia asked.

"It's a work in progress. It should be ready by the time of our Disney trip, hopefully", Joe said.

You sat in the rocking chair with Joey in your arms, singing to him softly, looking deep into his hazel eyes, stroking his cheek with your finger.

"I remember when you told us that Y/N was pregnant again", said Lucy, "You couldn't wait give give El a baby brother or sister."

"That's what you meant when you said you were busy, huh"' Rami winked. "We thought it was time, you know, El became a big sister."

******

"Gosh, I feel bad for not saying goodnight to everyone", you yawned "I didn't realise how tired I was.". You watched as the baby snuggled into the pastel green blanket, sound asleep.

You felt the baby lifted off your arms and opened your eyes, your fingers tightening on the baby "Shhhh its okay, it's me. I got him.", said Joe as he took the baby in his arm and laid him down on the bassinet right by the bedside. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?", you asked sleepy

"I knew you'd have dozed off with the baby when you didn't show up and everybody was tired after the long night. Probably asleep by now", Joe said, "Come let's go to sleep."

'C'mon now, in you get', Joe said pulling the duvet aside and you got in and he behind you. His strong arms wrapped around you after he pulled the blanket over the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck. Joe kissed the top of your head. As the two of you dozed off.

......

Tags: @amethyst-serenade @jd-johndeacon-or-jackdaniels @mazzell-ro @thosequeenboys @detectivecutiepantsandhisbabyfox @brinteylovesaliens @hellysthings

#joe mazzello #joe mazzello x reader #dad!joe #ana writes

[softboywriting]

Dad | Finding Home Series Finale

Summary: Lily gets a dad for her birthday. [dad shawn] [non au]

Word Count: 2k

|Masterlist In Bio|

One month later

“Momma?” Lily's tiny voice calls through the half open door and you lift your head from your pillow. The room is dark and you have to squint to see her tiny figure in the doorway. You assume she's had another bad dream. She's been having them since Shawn left for London at the beginning of the week.

“Yes baby?”

“Can I sleep in here?”

“What's wrong with your bed?”

Lily is quiet.

“Lily?”

“I had a bad dream.”

“Again?” You sit up and turn on the bedside lamp, flooding the room with a soft yellow glow. Lily walks in and crawls up onto your bed with much effort. Her little hands slipping in the comforter. She manages and gets up onto your lap. “Tell me about it.”

She sniffs. “There was a dinosaur and it ate Shawn.”

“Why did it do that?”

“I don't know. But I was all alone and I was very scared. I wanted to make that dinosaur puke him out.” Lily makes a blech noise. “But he ran away and Shawn was gone forever!”

“Oh baby. It's okay, Shawn is okay, he's in London, remember?”

Lily leans her head into your chest and you run your hand over her hair. It's so wavy and unruly just like Shawn's. “Can we call and make sure?”

“Call Shawn?”

“Yeah.”

You reach over and grab your phone off the nightstand. It's almost one in the morning. You're not sure what time it is in London. “It's pretty late. I think Shawn's in bed still maybe.”

“But...what if the dinosaur got him?”

“I promise dinosaurs are all gone bud.”

“Even in London? What if it was an alley gator. They look like dinosaurs. There could be alley gators in London!”

You sigh and give in. As soon as you hit dial you press the video call button and give the phone to Lily. A few rings later and Shawn's face appears on screen lit by what looks to be early morning sun.

“Hello? Lily?”

“You're alive!”

“Yeah?” He chuckles and smiles sleepily. “What's up pumpkin?”

Lily tells him her dream, this time in much more detail as Shawn listens with his eyes closed. He hums now and again and lets out breathy little laughs. “...so I had to call you and make sure you didn't get eaten.”

“Nope. I'm all good. I think you can go back to bed now. You wouldn't want to be tired for school tomorrow and sleep through music day would you?”

“No!” Lily looks panicked. “I'll go to sleep! Good night Shawn!” She kisses the phone screen and gives it to you before hurrying off to her bedroom.

“Did she call me or did you?”

You lay down and turn off the light, laying the phone upright against the pillow next to you. “I called. She had to make sure you were okay. I didn't know if you'd be awake because of the time difference.”

“Mmm. It's almost seven in the morning so no worries. Are you sure you didn't just wanna call and hear my sleepy voice?”

“Oh please.”

“I know how much you love it.” He purrs, voice low and sleep rough. You roll your eyes, he says your name and that gets your attention. Too much attention. “There it is.”

“There what is?”

“That look. The one you save just for me.” He grins and presses his cheek into his pillow. “I love it.”

“Yeah well...shut up.”

“I wish I could be in bed with you right now.”

“But you’re halfway across the world.”

“And I miss my girls.” He sighs sleepily. “I should probably get up soon, the sun is blinding me. Go back to sleep darling.”

“Don't you darling me, I hate that word.”

“Sweetheart.”

“I'm going to hang up.”

He pauses a moment before grinning. “Honey.”

“Shawn.”

“I love you.”

The phone screen goes dark and you just lay there. How dare he get the last word in. God he infuriated you in the best way and he knew that half way across the world, there was nothing you could do about it. You love him even if he was a little shit. ____________________

Friday, the twenty fifth, Lily's birthday and you get a call that she is sick at school. There is no way you can leave work without your boss flipping out. You feel sick. Lily needs you and you have to risk your job to get her. You fucking hate this place.

Initially you want to call Olivia and see if she can pick her up, but she isn't in town this week. So you check your messages to see if Shawn has landed yet. Sure enough Shawn has just texted you a few minutes ago that he's landed and will be at the house when you get home with Lily.

You hit dial and put the phone up to your ear. “Shawn?”

“Yeah? What's up?”

“Are you still at the airport?”

“Just getting my bags now. What's wrong?”

“Can you pick up Lily? She's sick and if I leave right now I will lose my job.”

“Of course. I'll be there as soon as I can.”

Unexpectedly, your meeting ends shortly after you return from your phone call with Shawn. As soon as you are able to, you head out of work to hopefully meet him at the house. The second you get home you find Lily on the couch. She's covered with a blanket and watching TV with tired eyes, barely awake it seems. Shawn is nowhere in sight but you assume he's probably just in the bathroom.

“Hey baby,” you coo softly, petting her hair back off her sweaty forehead. “How's it going?”

“My tummy hurts and I'm tired.”

“Do you need some water?”

Lily shakes her head. “Shawn got it.”

“Oh.”

“I'm sleepy Momma.” She rubs her eyes and turns into the couch cushions. You rub her back and she falls asleep immediately.

You find Shawn in the kitchen, filling up a bottle of water. “Hey, thank you.”

Shawn turns and smiles softly. “Of course. I'm glad I was able to get her. How was work? I thought you couldn't leave?”

“The meeting ended quicker than I thought. Did you have any trouble picking her up? I texted the teacher that you were her dad and that you're allowed to take her home.”

“No problem at all.” He looks into the living room and shakes his head. “The poor kid. Sick on her birthday.”

“I know. She just needs to rest. How was Europe?”

“Same shit as always. I couldn't wait to get home. It's funny, I've never been so eager to just relax.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “The whole time I was thinking about what I wanted to do for Lily's birthday and here we are.” “There's still tomorrow.”

“You're right.”

“I'm going to get changed, do you mind watching her for a little bit longer? I know you must be exhausted.”

Shawn shakes his head. “No, go ahead. I'll sit with her until you're cleaned up.”

Half an hour later and you're showered, changed and ready to see how Lily is doing. The moment you walk into the living room your heart just melts. On the couch is Shawn, sprawled out with his feet hanging over the end and Lily curled up on his chest with her blanket on top of her. You decide to go to the kitchen to make Lily's birthday cake instead. The two of them could sleep a while.

That night you find yourself in the living room picking up a mess of toys, sippy cups and blankets strewn about from the week. Shawn had just woken up and carried Lily's still sleeping form to bed moments ago and you decided to clean up a bit, changing the tv to a music channel while you did so.

As you stuff Lily's dolls into her little toy box and set aside her blanket and a couch pillow to be washed, you hear something move behind you. It's Shawn. He's pushing the coffee table toward the wall under the TV. “What're you doing?” You ask and he holds his hand out for you.

“Dance with me?”

A slow song starts on the music channel, one of his from a few years ago and you just shake your head at him. “Really? To your own song?”

“Yeah. It's about you so I think it's a pretty good choice.”

“No...it is not.”

“Yes. I swear.” he chuckles and shakes his hand for you to take.

You grab his hand and he puts an arm around your waist and slow dances you side to side singing along to the song. “Be mine yeah, any time any time.”

“I love this one.” You lay your head against his chest and he keeps singing softly. The two of you sway together while he sings quietly through two more songs.

“Thank you.” he whispers lowly against your hair.

“For what?”

“For everything. If I hadn't come to see you when I did, I don't know where I'd be right now. I never would have met Lily or decided that I am officially ready to slow down. I wouldn't be dancing in your living room and feeling so in love my heart is about to burst.” He pulls back and looks down at you. “So thank you, for letting me in that night it was raining. You really saved me.”

“You saved yourself Shawn.”

“But you helped.” He kisses you softly. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

____________________

Lily wakes up bright and early the next morning. You can hear her little feet running down the hall before she bursts into your bedroom and flings herself up onto the bed between you and Shawn. You've been awake for a few minutes, just thinking about everything that's happened in the last month or so.

“Momma! Shawn! Wake up!”

You roll over and face the dark haired little girl beside you. Five years old now. Oh how time flies. “Yes bud?”

“My birthday is over! I didn't get any presents!”

Shawn rolls over and loops his arm around Lily. “Who says your birthday is over?”

“But...it was yesterday.”

“Yeah but it's not over until we celebrate. So it's still your birthday.”

You boop her nose and she giggles. “Let's have breakfast and then we can open presents.”

“Okay!”

Lily practically inhales her breakfast so she can open presents faster. You worry about her stomach being sensitive but she seems to be alright. Shawn brings in a stack of boxes from the laundry room where you had hidden them and the three of you sit down in the middle of the living room.

“What's the green box?” You ask Shawn as Lily tears into a gift wrapped in pink and blue paper.

“A surprise.”

“A surprise huh?”

Shawn grins and you eye him suspiciously.

Lily opens everything, squealing and thanking the two of you until she gets to the last box, Shawn's. It's a small green box, no bigger than a deck of cards. “Momma, this is for you too.”

“For me? But it's your birthday bud.”

Lily hands you the box and sure enough on the top is your name and Lily’s. “What is it?” You ask Shawn and he just smiles innocently.

You lift the lid and inside is two matching rings with feathers that wrap around them lying side by side. Lily's eyes light up and she realizes what it is before you do.

“Matching rings! Momma! Is Shawn going to be my Dad?!”

Shawn raises his eyebrows as you pick up the smaller of the two rings. You slide it over your ring finger and look to Lily. “Yes he is baby. Yes he is.”

Lily shrieks and throws herself at Shawn, wrapping her little arms around him.

“I figured maybe we could get married before we go public with our relationship and Lily. It doesn't have to be anything extravagant, just friends and family.”

“That sounds perfect.” You take the other ring from the box and slide it over Shawn's finger. He rests his hand on Lily's back and she just snuggles against him, sighing softly as you lean against his shoulder.

“I love you Dad,” Lily says softly and you close your eyes.

“I love you too Lily. I love you too.”

The end.

#shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes writing #shawn mendes fic #shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes oneshot #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes fan fic #shawn mendes fanfiction #shawn mendes fan fiction #shawn mendes series #shawn mendes story #shawn mendes imagines #shawn mendes stories #shawn mendes words #shawn mendes fics #shawn mendes one shot #shawn mendes non au #shawn mendes blurbs #shawn mendes fanfictions #finding home

[camillemontespan]

days to remember [leo x liv]

Warnings: NSFW from the get go. 

Happy New Year

The fireworks exploded outside, lighting up the room through the floor to ceiling windows. Shades of pink, blue and gold highlighted the two moving figures.

Olivia's chest was pressed against the glass and she watched the fireworks with a certain awe. She would never admit that she loved fireworks.

Leo was behind her, his hands clasped around her slender hips. He kissed her neck as he drove into her, feeling her around his cock as he fucked her in time with the exploding fireworks above.

Olivia let out a groan as he reached a particularly sweet spot and raised her hands further up the glass, pressing her palms into the window as Leo's pace increased.

She felt the heat in her core building until she couldn't hold it in anymore. She cried out his name and exploded like the fireworks in the sky, pink blue and gold.

Leo kissed her ear and whispered, 'Happy New Year babe.'

Year of the Dragon

Leo entered the kitchen, ready for dinner. Olivia had insisted on cooking which was unheard of but hey, he wasn't going to complain.

He let out a laugh when he saw her lying on the dining table, naked.

'Holy shit,' he said.

Olivia raised an eyebrow and said in her best seductive voice. 'Bon appetit.'

'That's French,' Leo corrected her, strolling towards her and sitting down at the table. Her breasts were right by his hand.

'Whatever,' she drawled, stretching out. 'Languages was never my best subject.'

Leo raised an eyebrow. 'What was your best subject anyway?'

Olivia reached out to run her finger along his jawline. 'Physical education.'

Leo smirked and pulled her body so she rotated. Her legs were on either side of his chair and Leo spread them apart so he had a good view. 'I want to taste you,' he murmured, his green eyes glinting.

Olivia spread her legs out further. 'Man man chi,' she said.

'I thought you didn't speak Chinese?' Leo asked, his tongue gently sliding between her folds.

'I learned one thing,' she whispered, closing her eyes, enjoying the movement of his tongue. Leo made a noise that sounded like 'What?'

'It means eat slow,' Olivia groaned.

Leo took his time, savouring Olivia.

Valentines Day

Olivia strutted into the Manor and flung her coat onto the hook. Her heels clicked against the marble floor. She opened the living room door and stopped in her tracks.

There were rose petals everywhere.

All over the living room floor, draped along the sofa and across the fireplace mantlepiece.

Reclining inside a rose petal heart on the floor was Leo.

He was on his side with his leg arched up. Between his teeth was a rose.

Olivia pressed her lips together to hold back laughter. 'Well this is sickening.'

Leo gave her a wink and patted the floor beside him.

'I'm not taking part in this ridiculous display,' Olivia told him shortly, crossing her arms. 'This is vomit inducing.'

Leo rolled his eyes and took the rose out of his mouth. 'But its Valentines Day!' he protested. 'It's the day of luuuurve.'

Olivia pretended to dry heave and watched as Leo rolled over and crossed his arms behind his head.

'I'm waiting..' He droned.

Olivia sighed and moved to sit beside him on the floor. Leo grinned and pulled her down on top of him.

Independent Women

Olivia strutted out of her dressing room, her hips swinging a figure of eight. She was wearing a black latex body suit which highlighted her curves and thigh high suede black boots. Her red hair was pulled up into a high ponytail with black ribbons wound through its length, the ponytail falling down her back. Olivia’s blue eyes were lined with kohl, emphasising the ice beneath.

In her hands was a black tasseled whip.

Olivia stood before the bed where her conquest lay unable to move. His arms were strapped up to the bed frame and he was completely naked.

She smirked as she studied him. He was watching her with a similar expression. He was enjoying this.

‘Safe word?’ she asked, her voice confident.

'Watermelon,’ he said, his voice thick with desire.

Olivia stood with her legs apart and brandished the whip.

'You’re so fucking sexy,’ he whispered.

'No talking please,’ she instructed, enjoying being in control.

He smiled and watched as she advanced on him, like a she wolf about to destroy her prey.

Olivia straddled his lap and whispered in his ear, 'Happy International Woman’s Day.’

She let the whip fall against his skin and Leo let out a groan, the smile on his lips unwavering as Olivia laid him to waste.

 Fool

Leo and Olivia were snuggled up watching a murder documentary. Those were Olivia’s favourite kinds of TV shows, which Leo didn’t exactly understand, but he watched them for her. 

He twirled a lock of her red hair around his finger and leaned over to kiss her neck. She kept her eyes on the screen, her face straight. Leo broke away and looked at her, confused. ‘You’re not in the mood?’

Olivia sighed. ‘Not really..’

Leo turned white. ‘But.. but sex..’ 

Olivia turned to look at him and she let out a laugh. ‘April Fools!’ she hollered, throwing her arms around him and pulling him on top of her body, forgetting about the murder documentary. 

Galaxy

Leo was in bed watching a YouTube video on his laptop. Olivia had been busy the whole evening and Leo had gone to bed feeling a little lonely but it was okay, they could catch up in the morning. 

‘Evening, Jedi.’

Leo jumped and looked up to see Olivia leaning against the door dressed as Princess Leia from Star Wars. She was wearing the bikini outfit and had her red hair pulled up into the two buns. As a secret Star Wars nerd, Leo was in heaven. 

He whistled. ‘Holy shit.. You look amazing.’

Olivia padded over to him and kissed him deeply. ‘May the Fourth be with you.’ 

Black Magic

The lights were off so it looked like nobody was home. They didn’t want to be disturbed. 

‘Trick or treat?’ Leo asked Olivia. 

‘Treat, obviously,’ she replied, adjusting her black angel wings. She was dressed as a fallen angel and wore a black corset, suspenders and stilettos.  Leo was dressed as the devil, wearing a red cape and matching boxers. 

He tossed her a chocolate bar. 

‘Ugh, carbs,’ she groaned. ‘Trick please.’ 

Leo smirked. ‘Get on your back.’’ 

Olivia smiled like she had a secret and lay on her back. Leo cleared his throat and got down between her thighs. ‘Now, here is my latest trick..’ he murmured and Olivia arched her back when his tongue circled and twirled, like black magic.

Santa Baby

Santa baby, I want a yacht and really that's not a lot

Been an angel all year

Santa baby, so hurry down the chimney tonight

Leo’s eyes followed Olivia as she danced slowly. He had to stop himself from stopping her mid-dance just so he could take her right then and there. 

She was dressed as a Sexy Santa. Her outfit was a tiny low cut red dress, santa hat and red leather boots. It helped that red was already her favourite colour. 

Olivia stopped dancing and studied Leo who was watching her in rapture. ‘Have you been a good boy this year?’ she asked, her voice like silk. 

‘Yes,’ he said immediately. 

‘Wrong,’ she whispered, slowly walking towards him, her hips circling. ‘You’ve been a bad boy.’

She settled down on his lap and tugged his bottom lip between her teeth, making him groan her name. 

‘Lucky for you,’ she murmured, leaning close to nibble at his ear, ‘I don’t pay attention to the good boy list.’ 

Leo chuckled and kissed her neck, inhaling her jasmine scent. ‘Merry Christmas, Liv.’

#trr fanfic #olivia nevrakis #leo rhys

[markitaaa]

Husband Tag - Bang Chan

    "Chris, where are you? Are you ready yet?" Yells a woman as she waited in her room. She had rich and warm mahogany skin with jet black curly hair to her shoulders.

She was in a yellow tube top to compliment her skin tone, holding her Galaxy phone in her right hand waiting for her husband to take a seat next to her in front of her tripod.

"I'm right here princess." Bang Chan, or as his wife likes to call him, Chris, enters the room.

"About time slow poke."

He laughs as he takes a seat beside her. "I told you to give me 10 minutes to finished eating. It hasn't even been 5."

She pouted at him playfully, pulling his dimpled cheek. "I'm sorry baby. I'm just so excited to do this video."

"You're excited to do a cliché couples video for your channel?" He asks, raising a sarcastic eyebrow.

"Oh shut up, Chris. It'll be fun." She asks as she fixes her tube top, pulling it up.

Chris fixes his gaze to her chest. "Olivia, you gonna wear that top on camera?"

She fixes her gaze on him then her chest. "Why? What's wrong with it?"

"Um...it's just a really tight shirt, and you're well endowed so..."

She just chuckles at him. "Babe, it's summertime and it's hot as hell outside. There's nothing wrong with my shirt."

Chris sighs shaking his head, but smiles. "Alright, prepare for the comments about your chest."

"Hope they're good comments." She says, winking at him and seductively shakes her chest in front of the camera that was currently still off.

Chris frown at her, bumping her shoulders with his. "Stop playing."

She laughs as she leans in to give his cheek a kiss. "I'm sorry papi, I'll only shake my chest for you."

He smiles at that. "Damn right, now can we start this video?"

"Yes we can," She says fixing his blonde bangs to show more of his face. She turns on on the camera, ready to make this Husband Tag video her 1.3 million subscribers had requested of her.

She had repeatedly talked about Chris in her previous videos many of times and viewers were curious who he was, so she decided to do this video.

"Hi Lovelies, I'm Olivia and today for this video I have my incredible Husband Chris with me to do the highly requested Husband Tag." Olivia says as Chris begins to playfully clap saying Yay.

She playfully rolls her eyes. "Now introduce yourself silly."

Chris lifts up his right hand, as if telling someone to stop and says, in his most Aussie accent, "Hi guys, My name is Chris, Olivia's incredible Husband." Then laughs.

"You are so goofy, anyways let's get on with the questions." Olivia says as she tries to locate her phone. "You have my phone Chris?"

"What?" He asks, laughing at little. "Why are you asking me? You just had it in your hand."

"Because there's only two people in this room, in this house, so if I don't have it, you do."

"See what I go through guys?" Chris asks as he shakes his head mockingly to the camera.

Olivia checks under their chairs. "See, Chris! It's under your chair! I knew you had it!"

He just grins at her. "I don't know how it got down there. Last time I saw it, it was in your lap. Maybe it fell when you were shaking your chest for me." He cheekily replies as he eyes your chest.

You slap his shoulder and grabbed his chin, turning his face forward. "Hush."

He just continue to grin at the camera.

"Anyways, we're gonna start off with the questions. Okay Chris, if I could be any mythical creature, what would it be and why?"

"Oh, that's easy. A mermaid."

"And why?

"Because one of your favorite Disney movie as a little girl was The Little Mermaid." He explains effortlessly.

"Hm, I guess you're right." She shrugs.

"Of course I am Liv, I know you." He says, stretching out a curl.

She doesn't mind as she asks the next question. "Okay, who approached who first?"

Chris let's go of the curl he was playing with and says, "Are you giving me easy questions on purpose to make me look good?"

"Babe, no. We're only getting started." She smirked at him.

He knew that look, she was up to know good. He just didn't know what yet.

"Well?" She asks.

"You approached me first."

"When, where how?"

He had to think for a second, it's been a while. "5 years ago at Uni. I was a freshman and you a junior. I was studying music and you business. I saw you around a few times because your brother and became friends when I started there. I remember our friends trying to get us together but I wasn't having it because I wanted to focus on school. I even heard from your friend that you thought I was fine." He says, laughing remembering his freshman year.

Olivia continues, "Right guys. He would not give me the time of day. It wasn't like I was chasing after him or nothing, never that." She says, playfully fluffing up her hair. "All I said to my friends was that, 'I wonder who that fine Asian boy is?' And they just ran with it. So one day at a party I cornered Chris and made my presence known. He liked my straightforward attitude and the rest was history."

"Now that I think about it, our friends did try to play Cupid too hard." Chris says smiling.

"Well, I'm not mad at them. They did us a favor. We've been married 3 years now. I love you babe." She says leaning in to kiss his cheek.

"Okay, I love you too crazy girl. Now on to the next question."

"Okay, you know I want kids, but what do I want my first kid to be?"

"Want it to be? You speaking like it's an object."

"Chris, stop being technical and answer the damn question." She asks shaking her head.

He smiles. "You want twins, a boy and a girl."

"You're correct. Good job." She says, preparing for the next question. "What do you love about me?"

"You really want me to get sappy on camera?" He asks, shaking his head.

"Tik Tok, Mr.Bang"

"Alright woman. I'm not gonna say I love everything about you because that's too unrealistic. I love how strong and characteristic you are. How you never let anything get you down and when you see someone else down, you give it your all to make them feel better. You're sweet when you want to be and my heart. Without you, I honestly didn't think I would have graduated college because I had to much stress from my parents but you pushed and I'm honestly thankful to you and for you because I would definitely have been single and lonely, so what I'm trying to say is, I love you with all my heart, Olivia Melissa Bang."

"Chris," Olivia says wiping her eyes. "You're only supposed to say like two or three qualities you love about me, not a tearful speech."

"I can't just list a few baby, there's too many. Just know that I love you." He answers back as he gets up from his chair to hug her."

"Ugh, I'm gonna kill you for messing up my makeup Chris." She playfully complains as he wipes her drenched cheeks.

He laughs. "You're still beautiful love."

"Ugh, I don't think I can continue this video. I'm too emotionally happy right now." She says fanning her face.

Chris takes his seat again, pouting. "Aw, but it was starting to get fun."

She giggles at him. "Okay, one more question you big baby."

"Alright, shoot." He says, leaning back in his chair comfortably.

She takes a small deep breath, her hear pounding. "So Chris, how do you feel about us becoming parents?"

"Parents? That would be awesome. We aren't trying but we said if it happens, it happens." He shrugs, looking at her curiously, he knew she was up to something.

A large grin slowly spreads across. "Well baby, it happened.

"What?!" Chris springs up from his chair, leaning towards you. "You serious? Don't play with me."

Olivia pulls out the three pregnancy tests from her jean shorts. "Congratulations, Appa."

Chris immediately jumps out of his chair cheering loudly and engulfs you in a hug. "I'm gonna be a dad! You're gonna be a mom! We're gonna be parent's! I knew you were up to something!"

Olivia laughs excitedly. "Well, I already know you knew me so well. I just wanted to mess with you a little bit and announce it to my subscribers."

"You are so sneaky!" He says tightening his hold on her. "But I love you." And kisses her forehead.

"Love you too, daddy." She says, winking at him then at the camera.

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[likethetailofacomet]

Brave for You- Part 2

Author’s Note: FIRST AND FOREMOST, LET IT BE SAID THAT THIS IS NOT CONGRUENT WITH THE WORLD OF LEARNING TO LOVE AGAIN. That is why this is a Riley and Drake story, not Claire and Drake. So this is something that happened completely out of the blue. I was listening to music this afternoon and Brave for You by The XX came on, and I was hit with this story. It came to me like a music video, haunting and strange. I suggest listening to the song before/during or after you read.

Warning: character death, lots of angst. ugh. but... I think it’s not quite as bad as part 1? Please don’t hate me, all.

Pairing: Drake x Riley, Liam x Olivia

Word Count: 3,427

Riley sat on the porch looking out at the lake, her hands wrapped around a steaming mug of coffee to fight the stiff chill in the September morning air. It had been years since she’d seen the sun come up over that glassy surface, the colors painting the sky, the light bathing the trees, the reflection throwing brightness all over the woods and the dock and the porch and the cabin. Years since she could stand to be here, without him. But she’d not really been afforded any time away from her duchy or from courtly duties, or from running the Drake and Jackson Walker Foundation since Austin was born, and when the time came to choose a destination for their little getaway, she could think of no place else.  She pulled the blue and red plaid blanket tightly around her shoulders and closed her eyes. You warm enough, Brooks? He would ask her, coming out of the back door with another blanket and two mugs of strong Irish coffee before coming to sit behind her. Let me warm you up. He’d wrap her in the blanket before pulling her to his chest, to the beating of his heart, where all his warmth came from. She could feel the way his hands would slide along her arms, the way his lips would find that spot behind her ear. She could feel the way her back would curve against the muscles of his chest as they both took deep breaths. When she opened her eyes, the sun had fully come up, and she was alone again. She took a sip of her coffee before setting it down on the side table.

The door behind her opened with a creak that made her smile- Hell, that door’s still creaking, huh? He’d been meaning to fix it but the few times they’d been there together, they’d fallen into one another and all thoughts of the creaky door vanished. Riley forgot about the door until she heard it open as her four year old son wandered out, rubbing his eyes and shrugging his little shoulders against the cold. His hair was sticking up and his eyes were still full of sleep and he looked just like his father. She smiled at him and opened her arms as he climbed up into her lap. She wrapped the blanket around them both. Oh, Brooks, I wish I was in that blanket with you and our boy. “Good morning, sleepy,” she kissed the top of his head. His hair was the same texture as Drake’s. The same color.

Austin snuggled close to his mother and Riley sighed into his messy hair. “G’morning Mommy.”

“How did you sleep, little buddy?” She raked her fingers through his hair as he found the ring on her necklace, sliding it along the platinum links of the chain it dangled from.

Austin shrugged. “Okay.” He snuggled closer.

Riley gave him a light squeeze before she opened her arms and turned him around in her lap. “Just okay, baby?” She cocked her head to the side. “What’s wrong, Aus?”

Austin plucked at the fringe on the blanket that was still around them. “Mommy, was this Daddy’s house? Uncle Liam said it was.”

Austin had been asking more and more questions about his father lately. Riley always knew that there would come a time that he would become curious, would come to her for answers about the man he’d never met but whose eyes and smile and hair and heart he’d inherited. She tried to prepare herself for that, but it was proving to be one of those things that you just can’t be prepared for until it punched you in the gut. You can do this, Brooks. Be brave for him, my warrior. The hardest part wasn’t even talking about him anymore; that was easy, especially with Austin. The hardest part was knowing what a truly amazing father he would have been. It was knowing that she’d have to try to live up to not only the kind of mother that she wanted to be, but up to the kind of father that he would have been. She continued to rake her fingers through his hair, smoothing it down from its nest-like state. “Uncle Liam said that, huh?”

Austin nodded. “Uh huh. And Aunt Liv. They said,” he scrunched up his face like he always did when he was repeating something he’d heard, “lucky you, your daddy loved that cabin, it’s so much fun there.”

Riley’s throat clenched as he unscrunched his face. “Well, Uncle Liam and Aunt Liv were right. This is your Daddy’s house, where he lived when he was a little boy with Gram and Aunt Savvy and his daddy, your Grandpa Jackson.”

“Oh, wow,” Austin looked at the cabin as though he was seeing it for the first time. “Did Uncle Liam used to come here to?”

Riley smiled to herself, her lips twitching to one side as she recalled all the stories Drake had told her about the times that Liam and Leo were allowed to come have sleepovers at the Walker home, all the trouble they’d all get into together. Don’t be too specific about that trouble, Brooks, or you’ll have a harder time keeping up with him than my mom had keeping up with me. He’s half you, remember. She shook her head at that, smile still on her face. “Yes, baby. Your Uncle Liam and your Daddy were best friends. Best, best friends.” She touched her nose to his. The risen sun was starting to warm the air, but Riley kept the blanket around them. It made her feel more like he was there, holding his family.  

“Like Phillip is my best friend?” his face lit up as he mentioned the young prince.

“Exactly. Uncle Liam was a prince like Phillip is.”

“And Mommy?” He looked up at her, gap between his two front teeth pulling at her heartstrings like it always did.

“Yes, baby?”

“Uncle Liam is a King, and you’re a Dushess-“

“Duchess,” she corrected, emphasizing the “ch” sound.

“Duch-ess,” he repeated and she nodded. “And you said I’m going to be a Duke when I grow up.”

“That’s right, baby. You’re going to be the best Duke Valtoria has ever had.”

“But Mommy? If you’re a Duch-ess, and I’m gonna be a Duke…was my Daddy a Duke?” He looked back at the cabin. “This cabin is fun like Uncle Liam said. But Dukes don’t live in houses; they live in big castles like Valtoria.”

Riley took her son’s face between her hands. “No, baby, your Daddy wasn’t a Duke. Your Daddy was a hero.” She could feel tears stinging her eyes. Aw, hell, Brooks, don’t cry now, brave girl.

As if he could hear Drake’s words inside his mother’s memory, Austin threw his short little arms around her waist. “Don’t be sad, Mommy. We have to be brave, like Daddy.”

“Oh, baby,” Riley hugged her little boy tightly. “I’m not sad. I just love your Daddy so much, and I know he loves you so much. I just wish he was here with us sometimes.” Me too, little buddy. “You know what, Aus? I have an idea.”

Austin pulled back and looked up at her, his brown eyes open wide now, all the sleepiness gone. “What’s your idea, Mommy?”

“Let’s go inside and have breakfast. I’ll make pancakes like Daddy used to make. And then we can look at all the pictures in the cabin together, and I’ll tell you all the stories I know about Daddy and Uncle Liam. How does that sound?” Austin nodded and Riley kissed the top of his head again. “Okay,” she rose from the bench, picking Austin up and slinging him over her shoulder, the way Drake would playfully pick her up sometimes, sending her legs swinging and kicking as she laughed. C’mon, Brooks, you’re comin’ with me, he’d say before his strong arms would scoop her up. “Let’s go, my little sack of potatoes.” She left her mug forgotten on the table outside.

The two of them had breakfast and Austin helped Riley carry the plates over to the sink to clean up. He’s such a perfect little gentlemen, our boy. Great job, Brooks, he’s all you. She patted him on the head and he looked up and smiled. “Can we look at pictures now?” Riley took the plates from him and set them in the sink, taking his hand and leading him out to the living room. Austin pulled the topmost photo album off the bookshelf and settled himself next to Riley on the couch. It was the most recent one.  He opened it and she was smacked with a photo of herself and Drake on his birthday nearly 5 years ago now. It was a candid shot and Riley was laughing at something Max was doing beyond the frame of the photo, but Drake was looking right at her, his eyes full of what couldn’t be mistake for anything but devotion. It was and always would be one of her favorite photos. Her breath caught in her throat as the loose picture slid onto Austin’s lap. “Oh, here, Mommy,” she said, handing it to her. “Mommy, you look pretty in this one. I like your hair. Oh and your lips are really red.” She looked at the way her hair was styled in the photo, though she didn’t really need to. Once he’d told her how much he liked her woven braids, she stopped thinking about how to do her hair, settling on some sort of braid every day. She shook her hair and it tickled the tops of her shoulders. She hadn’t worn a braid since the day she announced the Foundation.

“You like it like that?” She asked, still holding the photo. Austin nodded with a big smile. “Your Daddy liked it like that, too. Maybe I’ll start doing that again, what do you think, baby?” Atta girl, Brooks. Show him who you are, you’re my brave warrior. Austin smiled and enthusiastically told her that she should. They flipped through the pages, Riley answering all of his questions: “Who’s dog is that?” “Is that Uncle Max on Daddy’s shoulders?” “Mommy, did you and Daddy go to fancy balls and parties like when Uncle Liam has parties?” When they’d gotten to the last page, her heart thumped hard against her ribs. She’d forgotten this one was in there.

“Mommy?” Austin’s face was scrunched again as he looked at the oddly shaped black and white blob in the center of a triangular picture. “What kind of picture is this?” It was labeled Miracle.

Riley felt the room shrink and the air rush from her lungs as the memories came back to her. She touched the clear plastic sleeve of the album page, her fingers hovering over the ultrasound that changed her world. “That’s you, baby.” She remembered the day that she’d gone to Olivia, and Liv had made her see a doctor.

“Liv, how? How could I be…” Her voice was still hollow. It was almost 2 months after Drake’s passing. At first she thought the nausea and headaches were all just part of her mourning, part of processing his loss on a physical level. She’d missed her period last month, but that was easily brushed off as her body being under the extreme stress of losing Drake. But now she’d missed a second one, and her other symptoms weren’t getting better, they were only getting worse.

“How could you be?” Olivia gave Riley a look with one eyebrow arched high and her lips pursed to one side.

“Liv, we only…” she shook her head, her eyebrows coming together as tears stung in the corners of her eyes. “We only slept together one time…” her voice got quiet as it trailed off.

“Ri, one time is all it takes,” Olivia put her hand on Riley’s shoulder and looked softly into her eyes. “Come on, now, I got you this,” she held up a little box of pregnancy tests, giving it a shake. “One way to find out.”

Riley took the box into the bathroom, her heart hammering and fingers shaking as she opened it. Pregnant. Could she really be pregnant? While she waited the agonizing minutes, she thought back to night of the ball, to their bodies entwined, her gown and his suit tossed on the ground, her hands on his back, his teeth grazing her throat. She remembered the way their breathing had synched and their hips worked together, like puzzle pieces finding their match. I love you so much, Riley Brooks, he’d said in her ear, his voice low and raspy with desire and truth. She heard it echo in her head and off the tiled walls of the bathroom as she waited to check the stick in her hand. Taking a deep, shuddering breath, she looked down and saw two distinct lines. She was pregnant. Olivia knocked on the door. “You good, Ri?”

Riley didn’t know how to answer. Instead she opened the door and the look on her face told Olivia everything that she needed to know. Olivia’s hand went to her own stomach, where she’d recently learned that a little prince or princess was growing, the news coming just a few days after she and Liam were wed in a quiet ceremony two weeks following Drake’s funeral. “Liv, I…” she felt herself start to hyperventilate. Hey, now, it’s going to be okay. Just be brave, Brooks.

Olivia’s thin arms came around her in an uncharacteristic but very welcomed hug. Riley felt her lips brush a quick peck against her cheek before the woman who had become her best friend pulled back and held Riley’s shoulders. “Okay. We need to get you to a doctor. You need to tell Liam, and you’ll need to tell Bianca and Savannah.” She paused and gestured for Riley to take a deep breath, having noticed the pale color her face had taken and the wide, shocked way that her eyes were stuck open. Riley followed her example, the two of them taking deep breaths through their noses and blowing the air out. “Riley, have you been drinking at all since…?”

Riley squeezed her eyes shut and shook her head no. She’d had one glass of Whiskey with Liam and Bastien the night that they’d laid Drake to rest, but it burned terribly, like never before, and the taste only brought back memories of his tongue sliding against hers. She didn’t bother with wine or gin or anything else, realizing that she didn’t want to be drunk. She didn’t want to drown him out, or forget how much it hurt that he was gone. She needed to feel every second of it, because these were the last seconds of him that she’d feel. “No,” she said, still shaking her head. “No, Liv I haven’t…I…” it seemed to hit her then as tears fell from her eyes. “Oh, Liv, I’m pregnant. I’m pregnant and he’s gone and…” she sobbed and Olivia took her in her arms again.

“Listen, Riley, he’s not gone.” She spoke calmly into Riley’s ear as she rubbed a soothing pattern on her back. “He’s not gone, you have him with you always, you know that.” She pulled back and tucked a piece of Riley’s hair behind her ear. “And now, now you have a little miracle to remind you  of that. To remind you that he’s still here with you. You just have to be brave, Ri, like he’d want you to be. And you know Liam and I are here for you. You have Bianca and Sav and Hana and Max.” She let out a little laugh. “Riley, this kid is going be so spoiled with love. I know, because I know how much you love Drake…how much he loved you.” She’s right, Brooks. I hate it when she’s right, but she is.

She fell asleep that night with his pillow clutched tightly between her arms, her face buried in it. She’d had a long couple of hours after taking that test in Olivia’s bathroom. First, the two of them had found Liam in his study and told him what they’d just learned. Liam had sought out Olivia’s hand, twining his fingers with hers before laying their hands on her stomach, a breath falling from his mouth and a mist forming in his eyes. “We always said our kids would raise hell together,” he chuckled as the mist in his eyes formed a tear. He looked right into Riley’s eyes. “And we’re all in for it, because this ones half you, Riley Brooks.” He’s right, Brooks. “Whatever you need, we’re here for you. Both of you.” She’d hugged him and they’d cried and smiled and it helped to feel how happy it made Liam. She knew how happy it would have made Drake.

She’d called Savannah and the two of them cried more than they spoke. Riley ached for Savannah, knowing that she felt terrible over the lost time with her brother before their brief reunion. She couldn’t bring herself to call Bianca, though. That was a conversation she’d need to have in person.

“Mrs. Walker,” she’d somehow found voice enough to speak after the woman’s tearful hug. “I’ve told you, Riley, just Bianca, darlin. Now come inside and let’s hear what’s on your mind.”

She followed Bianca inside and was immediately hit with a photo of a young Drake and Savannah each on one of their father’s knees. She’d seen it before, in his wallet. She remembered the first time he’d shown it to her, after he’d told her about Savannah. I was a cute kid, huh, Brooks? He’d said then, joking with her even as his heart was hurting from missing his sister. Yeah, what happened? She’d joked back, leaning in and kissing him softly.

She swallowed her emotions and followed Bianca into the sitting room. She tapped her thigh nervously and she could feel the way his chest would rumble as he’d laugh at her and tell her to relax. She flattened her palm against her thigh and looked up at Bianca. “I came to ask you something very important,” she blinked and exhaled through her nose. “And also to tell you something very important.” Bianca’s eyes flicked momentarily to the ring on Riley’s necklace before meeting her gaze and nodding. “Bianca, I want to ask your permission to...” her voice broke and she ran her hands over her face quickly to compose herself. “I came to ask your permission to... to formally change my name to Riley Brooks-Walker. I...” she looked down at her hands, at her fingers, where she didn’t wear his ring because he’d never put it on her. “I want to honor him that way, if it’s okay with you of course. I...” she looked up and saw tears swimming in Bianca’s eyes. “I love him. I always will, there won’t be anyone else for me.” She sounded sad, but she wasn’t, not about there never being another, anyway. “And, Bianca,” the woman blinked and sniffled quietly. “I want Drake’s child to share their father’s name.” She rested her hands on her stomach and waited for the realization to set in. When it did, Bianca let out a little gasp, her hand going to her heart before throwing her arms around Riley. “Oh, you sweet girl. I can see just why he fell so hard for you, darlin. Your heart belonged to him didn’t it? It still does. I see that. And you’re telling me that... that my boy got to be a father...” she choked back her tears and pulled back to look Riley in the eyes. “Riley, I consider you family now. You were my son’s family. You’re my grandchild’s family... you helped bring Savvy home... Riley, you take that name proudly. I’m proud to share it with you.” I knew she’d love you, Brooks. Impossible not to. When the breeze picked up her hair as she left Bianca’s that’s day, it felt like his fingers, playing with the ends of a curl.

She dreamed of him that night, but for the first time since he’d been gone, it was a happy dream. We made a little miracle, you and me, Riley Brooks-Walker. Be brave, my girl, I’ll be with you every step of the way. I love you. Both of you.

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[rebelwheelsnycshow]

“Inspiration Man”: Satirical Movie Trailer Script

By RebelWheelsNYC NARRATOR: From those fun loving able bodied people in Hollywood that brought you the horror film, Crazy Killer III

[image description: fake movie trailer poster for “Crazy Killer 3″. On top is a photo from “The Shining“ where Jack Nicholson’s character has used an axe to break down a barrier between him and Shelley Duvall’s character who plays his wife. She is scared out of her wits, as he smiles in a really creepy maniacal way. The text in red (on an off white background) reads “Crazy Killer 3. White Guy. Mental Illness. So Scary.” Below that in black “Because vilifying mental illness and perpetuating harmful tropes means big numbers at the box office.”]

WHITE DISABLED MAN: Grrrrrrrrr!!! I'm a white disabled man with a highly vague mental illness and thus... scary... dangerous... fear me. WOMAN REACTING (SOCIETY) : Mental illness! *screams in horror* HOLLYWOOD: Cha-ching, baby! Profit. NARRATOR: From those zany able bodied writers in Hollywood who brought you the romantic blockbuster that stole all of our hearts,

[image description: Fake movie poster, featuring a scene from Me Before You, where Sam Claflin’s character who is disabled and seen in a motorized wheelchair (which oddly enough has no neck rest despite him being paralyzed) wheelchair, slightly leaning back and Emilia Clarke’s character is sitting on his lap, as they gaze into each other’s eyes. The text below in red reads “He is disabled. She is not. He is .. Better Off Dead.” There is a red heart by the word dead. Then at the bottom in black it reads “Because only able bodied people should be encouraged to live to the fullest] WHITE DISABLED MAN: (very charming) Hi there, ladies. I'm an incredibly wealthy, white disabled man who's only chance of happiness, is for me to kill myself. But don't worry. After I fall in love with your manic pixie able bodied savior charm, I'll leave all my fortune to you, so you can live the life that you deserve. WOMAN REACTING (SOCIETY) : (contemplative) Disability is so tragic... (sudden realizes) but oh my god, I hope I meet a rich white disabled man who kills himself and leaves me his fortune. HOLLYWOOD: Cha-ching, baby! Profit. NARRATOR: From the same witty able bodied studio in Hollywood, who brought you the thriller that got everybody wondering... Who Else Is Faking?

[image description: fake movie poster featuring a scene from New York, I Love You, referred to as “The Wheelchair Date”. In the image, we see the back a woman (played by Olivia Thirlby) who has just gotten out of her manual wheelchair and is getting ready to go up a set of stairs of her home. Her father (played by James Caan ) smiles knowingly, but her date (played by Anton Yelchin ) is shocked, as she was presenting as visibly disabled the whole time. Turns out she’s just an actress pretending to be disabled to research an upcoming role. White text by his face reads “But... I thought... you were disabled?” (as she is in the wheelchair for all of the film until now). White text by her head reads “Like just kidding and stuff.” Below the photo, is the following text in red. “Who Else Is Faking?” A fun comedic romp where boy meets disabled girl... or is she lol?” Then below in black text “Because presenting disability as fake and a joke is so funny”] WHITE DISABLED WOMAN: (flirty and oblivious to ableism) Hee hee, I've appeared disabled throughout most of this film but plot twist! I'm not actually disabled. I was just trying to trick you, silly. Ha ha ha ha. WOMAN REACTING (SOCIETY) : (slightly annoyed/horrified) Oh my god, I wonder who else is just pretending to be disabled. Pft. Probably most of them. HOLLYWOOD: Cha-ching, baby! Profit. NARRATOR: Comes the next film, bound to fill the hearts of the able bodied audience with joy for years to come, Inspiration Man

[image description: a fake movie poster, featuring a shot of Tom Hanks playing the role of Forrest Gump. Behind him is the background of a box of various chocolates, with the word #Life in yellow and the far right hand corner. Below the image is the following text in red “Inspiration Man. Disability is T-R-A-G-I-C, but that never gets Inspiration Man down!” At the bottom in small black text reads “Your heart will want to jerk off to this inspiration porn, again and again.”] WHITE DISABLED MAN: (Super cheerful) Hey there. I'm a white disabled man who lives to inspire you, because sure, I'm disabled and deal with social and systemic ableism on a daily basis but... DIRECTOR: Whoa. Cut. Cut. Ableism? What the hell is that? Let me see that script. No no, try this. WHITE DISABLED MAN: (Super cheerful and oblivious) Hi. I'm a white disabled character in a world where I don't face any oppression at all. And yet, despite the fact that disability is... just so inherently … tragic and awful... well, that never gets me down, because I live to INSPIRE! (Does a slightly absurd super happy dance moves to show how happy he is) And remember, when you start to feel down about your life, it could be worse, you... could be me. NARRATOR: Played by all able bodied actors, who you can bet will win an award for their... brave performances, The Chicago Walker gave Inspiration Man 5 stars and The LA Movie Association For Subpar Disability Representation said “It's a must see!” WOMAN REACTING (SOCIETY) : (gushing) ...and oh my god, the ending where he's like “the only disability is a bad attitude.” that is like so true. These able bodied writers are so knowledgeable about disability. HOLLYWOOD: Cha-ching, baby! Profit. NOTE: So, I’ve been watching a lot of Contrapoints on YouTube and just fell in love with how she uses theater to discuss issues in society. It’s something I saw a lot of in The Left at in person protests, but didn’t really see a lot of it on Youtube. I really wanted to do the same in my own work, but there is the age old struggle of ambition vs energy levels, as I am still mostly bed bound. However, I am seeing what I can do to make this an actual video. Although the fake movie posters are based on actual movies, the script is not attacking just these particular films, but rather the bigger problem of ableist representation & disabled characters written by able bodied writers who perpetuate harmful tropes, and then have able bodied actors play the role. Some argue that “it’s just a film” but films influence public opinion, especially if your only exposure to disability is these films and telethons.

#satire #movie trailer #inspiration man #disability representation #hollywood #film #ableist movies #spoon struggles #activist #script #fake movie trailer #disability in movies #disabled characters #hollywood and ableism

[sammyhale]

J2 PittCon 2018 Main Panel

J2 jump onstage!

Jared: “As is obvious to everyone, we haven’t worked since the finale. So we’re a little beardy.” 

Boys are in great moods :)

“So without-” Jensen ...”further ado” - Jared. 

They are going around flipping back and forth between each side to decide where to start taking questions & being silly.

J2 are doing a bit of like a Laurel & Hardy bit. 

Fan: "I've been watching you guys since I was little." "How little?" "Since you guys started and I'm 18 now." Jared: So...four? Jensen: pretends to faint over that. Jared catches him, helped Jensen up after collapsing like an old man lol. 

Jared: “If I could be anyone else on SPN, I’d be Castiel so I could have the day off!” Jensen: Even when he’s working. Jared: That was my joke! You can’t explain my joke! Jensen: I was adding it! Jared says all jokes aside he would still play Cas because he thinks it’d be fun to help the Winchesters out with no agenda. 

Jensen would be Baby because she just sits around and gets pampered all day long. 

Fan: I think I would be Jensen actually. Jared: But then you’ll get to look at me!

What hair products do you use? Jared: Shampoo, conditioner, beanie. 

Jared doesn't know what hair product the on set hairdresser uses on him. Jensen: YOU LOOK AT IT EVERY DAY........actually, to be fair I also look at it every day and I have no idea. 

Jared had a quarter life crisis over his forehead, thinking he was losing hair.   

J2 shenanigans :P

Jensen: “I think she uses ‘mousse’.” Jared: “Coming to a store next summer: Moose Mousse.” 

How many miles do you think the Impala racked up?? Jensen: a lot.

J2 think Baby would have at least a half million miles on her. 

Fan: Why did Soulless!Sam smirk when Dean got turned by the vamp? Jared: That's just my face. Even when I sleep I'm like this... *does a grin* Says he always has a shit-eating grin on his face lol. Jared says that Soulless!Sam was smirking because he wanted to see where the story went from there. Jensen: I just assumed you were watching cat videos.

The boys joke about Cas/Misha. Jared: “[Cas] is not dead, just recast.” Jensen: “Cat’s outta the bag.” Jared: “CAS out of the bag.” 

Jensen would like Dean to come back in Season 14.  

Jared: I would love to see Dean come back, but I want to see Michael!Dean for a few episodes.

Jensen: Christian had a beard when he was playing Michael... so I should... 

Jared says he wants to take the opportunity while Dean is Michael to teach Jack what Dean taught Sam.

Jared: In Season 32, when Jack is 18, we’ll get him a girlfriend, boyfriend, whatever he wants! <3 

Jared: “The show is gonna end. I don’t think the SPNFamily has to end.” Says he hopes the conventions continue after the show ends. 

J2 laughing at each other and their attempts at French

Fan: “Do you need spécial French lessons?” Jensen: “Oh yeah he does!”

..and the dick jokes have begun.

Jensen just turned “process” into a dick joke.

Jensen: we should not be allowed to raise children. Jared: I’m not allowed that’s why Gen ships me away

Jensen: you go first, your process is longer. Jared: why yes it is... lol.  

They are being so naughty and Jensen is laughing so hard. Jared: it's all about your process...

Jensen just did the shocker lmao. 

Jared likes filming emotional scenes. Jensen likes the comedic scenes.

Jared: “I like emotional stuff.” Jensen: “You would.” 

Neither of them like exposition very much

Jensen looking dreamily at Jared 

Jared said exposition and asked if the fan knew what that was and Jensen immediately breaks out the Anchorman reference, “I believe it is an old, old wooden ship.” 

Jared says it was easy being directed by Jensen: I’ve known Jensen the longest and the best. Jensen knows how I work and vice versa. He knows what to say to me because we have such a rapport with each other. 

Jensen: We direct each other on a daily basis anyway. We’re constantly watching each other’s back. 

When Misha directed, Jared was more focused on messing with him. Jensen adds that Misha’s strategy wasn’t so much directing so much as survival.

The boys high-five at some point :P

Jared: Our directors know we care about Sam and Dean more than anyone else so they trust us with those characters.

When Richard directed he kept calling them by their character names. Jared: We've stopped trains together in Europe! Call me Jared! haha  

Fan: “I’m so nervous.” Jared: “All good, girl. You’re surrounded by family.”

Fan asks about actors’ idiosyncrasies before filming a scene? Jensen says Tahmoh would walk in circles grunting just before scenes. Jared: And he's a big guy. Jensen: So cut to Jared & I watching *stares forward terrified* like "are we gonna get hit??" 

Jensen said David gets his Ketch face on before cameras roll and that he keeps the Ketch accent between takes which helps them. 

Jensen on Jared: "If we're in the middle of a scene & it's his turn to say a line but he's like checked out, you see him realize he missed his line & he does a loud throat clear & then says his line as if the long dead air was so he could clear his throat." 

Jared just slapped Jensen’s thigh very enthusiastically.

Jared: Jensen would chew gum and he would stick it to the roof of his mouth when he was talking and Jared can sometimes see it.

Jensen says he ALWAYS knows the difference between when Jared is leaving a pause for emphasis or to do an action vs. if he forgot it's his turn to talk because of the throat clear. They know each other well :) 

Jensen also wants everyone to know that for 13 seasons, Sam and Dean have ALWAYS had gum in their mouths, in every scene. Just to spite his high school teacher who told him she could always tell when he had gum in his mouth.

What would they tell their characters? Jared: Go to Maui. Go to Spain. Cut your hair. There’s nothing for you here. Eat some cheese. Jensen: Maybe not to Dean about the cheese... Jared: You’ve had enough, Dean. 

Jared says he would thank Sam for stopping the apocalypse and that he would listen if Sam needed or wanted to unload some trauma. 

Jensen would tell Dean to get a little WD40 on the Impala doors. “They’ve been squeaking for 13 seasons” 

Jared: I would tell Sam and Dean, “Hey, stop chewing gum!” Sam, stop dying! 

Fan thanks J2 for mental health awareness and support of #MeToo movement. Jared acknowledges women and LGBTQ are not treated well still but thinks it’s great it’s being talked about. Jared just wants to listen to people and wants them to know he doesn’t want to hurt them. Wants to be emotionally available so he can listen and help. 

What can men do to help the #MeToo movement? Jared says they can shut up and listen to people as human beings. Let them know you see them as people and treat them as you want to be treated. 

Jensen: I try to lead by example showing and being the person you want to be and make people proud of. Says it’s something his father taught him (leading by example). If someone is being inappropriate show them by example how to be better. Jensen says you can call people out, but at the end of the day, showing people rather than telling them who they should be is more powerful. 

Jared: I think you need a genuine person to actually help you change. I try to be emotionally available to who do suffer. Treat others how you want people to treat you. 

J2 are both very proud of those coming forward <3 

Who makes the most bloopers? Jensen points at Jared lol. 

Jensen: Jared might be “the blooper” or else he’s probably responsible for it.

Jensen gives an example: Jared failing to enter the scene on time was how Jensen lip-syncing to “Eye of the Tiger” happened. Jensen: “I get a lot of credit for that - it was his fault.”  

Boys cracking each other up :)

Jared: Watching Supernatural during kids’ nap time should be called “Supernapural”. Stephen: *rim shot* Jared is so proud he finally got a rim shot!

Since Rob left the con early to attend the Felicity reunion at the ATX Festival in Austin, Jason takes Rob’s place to sing the last question with Jensen. He was very unsure what to do lol. 

Last question: Jared loves spending time in the vegetable garden with the kids and looking for bugs and animals like frogs and such.

Jared: I feel like a terrible dad. My kids love chasing bugs. It's Texas in the summer, 100 degrees. "Daddy, you chase bugs, too!" I say: "...I'll watch from the kitchen window." lol. Jensen: For me, it depends which kid...& whether I can remember their name at the time...

Jensen tells a story about how he put on a Led Zeppelin vinyl and just stared out the back window and listened to the album with Zeppelin on his lap. 

J2 fist bump!  

Info via: Fangasm, Michael, Cherie, Olivia, Jess, DWB, Sil’s livetweet list

#j2 #jared padalecki #jensen ackles #pittcon #spnpitt #panel sum #long post #shpost

[mellicose]

That Woman Over There - Chapter 24

A You Me and Him Fix-it Fic

Rating: Teen, for some mature themes

Word count: 3323

Warnings: none

Summary: ~ Set after the birth of Monty, Olivia’s baby ~ A dear friend of Olivia comes to visit for a week, and she disturbs the fragile peace between her, Alex, and John.

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 | Chapter 3 | Chapter 4 | Chapter 5 | Chapter 6 | Chapter 7| Chapter 8 | Chapter 9 | Chapter 10 | Chapter 11 | Chapter 12 | Chapter 13 | Chapter 14 | Chapter 15 | Chapter 16 | Chapter 17 | Chapter 18 | Chapter 19 | Chapter 20 | Chapter 21 | Chapter 22 | Chapter 23 |

He looked at Connie with adoration.

“Aren’t I supposed to be the one passing out after sex?” he whispered in her ear, then kissed her cheek.

“Stereotype,” she muttered, and rolled over to lay her head on his chest. Soon, she was snoring.

He gently inserted her mouthguard, and went down the stairs to the kitchen. He wondered whether he should make them a romantic dinner. He looked in his fridge for something to cook, but there wasn’t much in there. He’d been busy in the last week, and grocery shopping was the furthest thing from his mind.

He poured himself a glass of almond milk and squirted chocolate in it. It was one of his favorite tea time treats. As he savored it, he noticed the light on in Olivia’s kitchen. His sense told him not to bother her. But he couldn’t avoid her like she was the one who had done something wrong. Also, he missed Monty.

He ran across the back yard. He knocked on her door, bracing himself for possible verbal abuse. She wasn’t that type of woman usually, but maybe he deserved it.

She saw him and opened the door. She was silent, but her energy wasn’t negative.

“Hey, John. We're getting our things together. We’re going to gran’s house, aren’t we?” she said to Monty, who whizzed by in his walker.

“JUN!” He yelled, and waved his hands to be picked up.

“You’re going to your ma’s?” he said. He bounced Monty in his arms, and the baby tucked his head into his neck and smacked a kiss there.

“Sweet boy,” he said, and kissed the top of his head. “Have you had foods yet?” he whispered to him. He was a bit low energy.

“I haven’t had time to properly feed him something when he woke from his nap,” Olivia said. She folded clean laundry and put it into a large wheelie suitcase.

“How about some spaghetti?” he said to the baby. “With butter?” Monty didn’t like tomatoes.

The baby pursed up his mouth. “Mmmmm.” He looked exactly like Liv.

“Mmmmm,” he repeated, and nuzzled him. “Yum.”

He confidently went into the cupboards for the pasta and the pot, and put the water on the stove to boil. He carried the baby into the living room and sat down.

“Thanks for feeding Monty,” she said, folding a blouse and shoving it into her overstuffed suitcase.

“Have you eaten today?” he said.

Her mouth was in a straight line, and she was entirely too pale. “Now that I think about it, not really. Just tea and cigarettes.”

“Let me make you something before you go. It doesn’t have to be pasta.” Monty crawled out of his lap and to his toys on the corner.

She gave him a bruised look. He stood up to check on the water, and she threw down the pair of jeans she was folding and put her arms arounds him, hard. He gasped. It was the first time she had ever hugged so hard.

“Livvie,” he said, using the nickname he rarely used. She sniffed into his chest, and her shoulders shook. Even her tears were quiet. He held her closer.

“It’s over, John. She’s gone,” she said.

“I’m so, so sorry,” he said. She pulled away, and patted his chest.

“I’ve cried so much in the last few hours my eyes hurt,” she said. “I can’t do it anymore. I don’t know what I’m going to do, though. It’s terrifying.”

“What’s happening at your parent’s?” he said. He went to put the pasta in the boiling water.

“Closure, I think.” She sat down. “I’ll have to bite the bullet since they told me I rushed into things-”

He chuckled. “If 10 months is rushing it, I’m going light speed,” he said. “Anyway, please continue.”

Olivia bit her lip. “She told me I should’ve let her go the first time, when I was pregnant. They offered to let me stay there until I was ready to get back to work, but I refused their help. Then, of course, there was that nosy weirdo coming around to bother me all the time,” she said, and gave him a crooked smile.

“Any old excuse to visit a posh house,” he said.

Monty threw something that made a discordant tinkling sound. He wanted attention. John held out his arms for him, but instead of crawling, he pulled himself up by a large stuffed animal and stood there, staring at him intently.

“Uh-oh. You doing a dirty?” he said, and chuckled. The boy huffed as if insulted he would poop in such an august position.

“Don’t you be posh about it. If you gotta go, you gotta go,” John said.

“Tak,” Monty said indignantly. It was a nonsense word, but it felt a lot like hush. He pooched out his lips and flexed his chubby toes.

“You’ll make sure Alex is okay when she comes back and doesn’t see me?” Olivia said. He sighed. She bit her lip. “She told me what happened today.”

He crossed his legs and remained silent.

“She also told me what you said,” she said, searching his face. “About Monty and I.” He curled into himself. She put her hand on his shoulder. “I didn’t know we meant that much to you.”

“Of course you do,” he said, taking her hand. “You’re like family. I love both of you.” She let him hold her hand. After such a horrible day, it felt good. She remembered again that men provide a different kind of warmth than women, but it was no less necessary. She discovered it young with her father, but since she wasn’t attracted to men, it had slipped her mind. She squeezed back. “You changed my life.”

“You keep saying that, but I fail to see how,” she said. Her tone was gentle.

“I was a sad, lonely involuntary bachelor. Knowing you reset my mentality about what relationships with women could be.”

She sighed and looked away. He ran away to take the pasta off the boil. “Are you sure you don’t want anything, Liv? You should eat something. You’re feeding Monty.”

“A tomato sandwich, then?” she said, walking into the kitchen. He smiled.

“How does Monty hate tomatoes so much? You eat them like apples.”

“I suppose the father isn’t partial,” she said, and shrugged. “It’s so strange I don’t know things like that. I know his IQ and what hereditary diseases don’t run in his family, but not whether he bites his tongue when he’s concentrating. It’s a mystery.”

He drained the mushy noodles, and cut them into bite-sized pieces. “Would it be rude if I asked how it goes?”

“How what goes?”

“The process,” he whispered. He put a pat of butter on the hot noodles. Monty wobbled by on unsteady legs.

“Are you asking about a biology lesson?” Olivia said, suppressing a smile.

“No – I mean, I know how everything works, in nature. But do they bring a cup of … you know what and shoot it up there?” Monty fell on his bottom, and quietly pulled himself up with a kitchen chair.

“More or less. With insemination, the magic of procreation happens in an aseptic examination room with a deep breath, a prayer to your deity of choice, and a turkey baster.”

“Romantic,” he said, stirring the butter into the pasta. With a grunt, Monty pushed off and walked to his high chair.

“And you did it all alone,” he said, shaking his head.

“Does a doctor count? They suggested that I bring a partner to help make the way easier for the swimmers,” she said. “But that was a no-go.”

“Eh?” John said.”Make the way?”

“You know,” she said. “Fool around. Apparently, arousal ups the chances of conception.”

“Oh,” he said. He went into the refrigerator, and found some mashed squash for the boy. He dumped it in the still-hot pasta pot. “If I add some fried sage, you’d be eating as well as a prince,” he said. It was too silent.

“Where’d you go, boy?” he said.

He made a sound from the living room. When they looked, he stood by the window, holding the sill. He held his head high.

“Jun,” he said with finality. And he took a few perfect steps to the desk.

Olivia and John looked at each other, eyes narrowed.

“In the kitchen,” John said. He walked his fingers across his palm.

“Did we miss his first steps while talking about insemination?” she said incredulously.

Monty screamed to get their attention back. Then, he bit his little tongue, and walked to the sofa.

“Uh?” he said, looking at them. They started to laugh.

“My sweet, clever boy!” she said. She knelt to hug and kiss him. “Walking around like the lord of the manor. Do it again for mum,” she said. Both of them pulled their phones out. Olivia walked by the door. “Walk to mummy,” she said. He smiled, squared up, and took the wobbling steps to her legs.

They burst into fresh cheers. Monty squealed along. They kissed him until his cheeks were rose, and Olivia posted the short video on her Facebook.

“You’re gonna have to baby proof everything at your parent’s house now,” he said as he put the baby in his high chair.

“Why does he wait until you’re around to do these things?” she said, smiling. “You’re a good luck charm.”

“It’s chance,” he said. “This has been a week of milestones.”

“He really loves you. You’ll come to visit the house, right?”

He put down Monty’s food and held her hand again. “Of course. You’ll have cream tea ready for me on the patio?”

“You’re insufferable,” she said, smiling.

His smile faded. “I hope you know that regardless of what happened, you can count on me. For anything. You say the word, and it’s done.”

Just a year ago, she would’ve slapped him silly, thinking him a disingenuous twat. But so much had changed.

“I know,” she said. One last question pricked at her. He sat down and blew gently on the squash. Monty slapped the tray, eager to eat.

“John…” She sat down beside him. “You loved her,” she said, searching his gaze. “Alex. I knew it, since I love her.”

He tied the giant plastic bib and handed Monty his special spoon. “Do your worst, mate,” he said. Monty giggled and dug in. He rose to get him his sippy cup. Olivia wondered whether he would say something. When Monty had his juice, he sat closer to her.

“My love was selfish,” he said.

“Isn’t most love, though?” Olivia said.

“I don’t know. It’s jealous, sometimes. Selfishness hints at something else.”

“You said at mother’s that you loved her, at first sight. Although it felt like a punch to the chest, I recognized the feeling in myself. That’s how I knew it was real.”

“After 13 years of Mara, my perceptions were a bit skewed,” he said. He opened his mouth, then hesitated.

“At this point, you can’t hurt me much more,” she said. “Speak.”

“She shines. It’s something about the way she doesn’t care about what anyone thinks. Being around her is like getting carte blanche to be yourself too. It’s addictive,” he said.

“I suppose,” she said. He made a good point. It was also the first thing she noticed about her. At first, it was charming. As time passed, it grated on her nerves, since it started to feel like callousness.

“After a decade of being cowed into misery, it was a change,” he said. “There’s no silence with her. No mystery. Everything’s right there in the open.”

“Yeah,” she said.

Monty coughed, and they both turned to him. He took a deep drink of his sippy cup and kept working on his noodles.

“I wanted her, Olivia. I was honest with you about that. Really honest. I knew you were together, but it didn’t matter to me. And when the opportunity presented itself, I took what I could get.” She sniffed. He wiped squash from Monty’s cheeks. “I wasn’t always that kind of man. It’s not what I was taught, but I was angry at all the world and I didn’t care who I hurt to get what I felt I deserved.”

“Her and I weren’t married,” Olivia said. 

“I don’t mean to sound like a jerk, but it wasn’t about you two. It never was. It was about me, and what I wanted.”

“That’s love,” she said.

He tilted his head.”I hate to quote Holy Writ, but love is selfless. Sometimes to a fault. Like, irritatingly so,” he said, thinking back on all he endured for Mara. And, given the opportunity, all he would endure for Connie.

“I dunno,” she said. “I think the first symptom of love is clinging on to what you love, no matter the cost.”

“Perhaps, but I don’t think it counts if the person you love isn’t clinging just as hard to you,” he said. “That only counts if you’re battling together against outside circumstances. Not if, internally, your desires are at odds.”

She gave him a surprised look. He was much wiser than he let on.

“I wanted her,” he repeated. “But when I got to know all of you, the selfishness faded into something real.”

“I don’t understand how it works,” she said. She knew she was possibly being obtuse, but she had to know.

“It’s almost as if you’re upset I rejected her,” he said, his brow high.

She shrugged. “You won. After all this time, she chose you.”

“She wants me, yes,” he said. Monty threw his sippy cup to the floor and whimpered. He was done. “Are you sensing a pattern?” John’s face began to transform. There was hurt there now, clear as day. “I got a taste of my own medicine, and it was mighty bitter,” he said.

Olivia took off Monty’s bib and cleaned him with a wet wipe.

“I don’t get it.” She went upstairs to prepare a bath for Monty. He stared from the landing. “You can come up,” she said. He followed her like a wraith to the bathroom. Monty squealed. He loved bath time. She started a bath, and threw in the little ducky with the thermometer on it. The baby stood by the tub and did his bath dance, beautifully oblivious of what was going on around him. John sat on the lip of the tub and patted his head.

“I recognized the look, even before she told me,” he said. “It was the same eyes you and I had for her.”

She pulled off Monty’s clothes. He sighed happily when she took off his diaper. He rubbed his bare bottom pensively and waited for the water to be ready.

It took a couple of beats for what he said to sink in. She sighed.

“You get me now?” he said gently. She put her hands in the water and swirled some baby soap into it. Monty raised his arms, and she put him in the bath seat. He giggled and splashed around. She handed him a cup printed with cartoon sea animals. He put it under the water, then poured it over his own head. He took a whooping breath, then laughed.

She washed his hair, working the berry-scented suds through hair nearly as pale as the bubbles. He cooed with irritation, but didn’t fidget. John walked to the stairs.

“Don’t go. We’ll be right down,” she said. She put her hand over his eyes and rinsed his hair. He went into the kitchen and began to clean up. As he scraped the remains of the spaghetti into the trash, he realized how much things were going to change. The idyll was over.

His bedroom light came on, and the blinds shivered. Connie stuck out her tongue at him. 

He texted her. I’m fixing things with Olivia. I’ll be there in a moment.

His phone buzzed. You actually wrote all those words out? Ilysm

I don’t do the omg brb roflcopter thing.

Yr fingers r gonna b sore then 

She disappeared from the window.

I can’t wait. Have a drink on me until I text you. We’re almost done.

K

She appeared at his kitchen window, wearing a pair of boxers and a t-shirt. She waved a beer bottle at him. He blew her a kiss. She bit her lip, then lifted up the shirt and jiggled for him. He put his hand over his heart.

Saucy wench.

For you always 

She pressed the cold bottle to her nipple.

That’s gorgeous. 

He leaned over the sink and blew her a kiss.

“Anyone walking by can see you two,” Olivia said.

“Holy mother of balls,” he said, twisting around. Connie dipped out of view. Monty was brushed, sweet smelling, and in his pajamas. He sat down quickly to hide his semi, but he still blushed. “Sorry.”

Olivia shrugged. “I’m leaving. I don’t care about what the neighbors think anymore. I was watching out for you.” She sat down. “What about my sandwich?”

“Of course,” he said, bursting into action.

She put Monty in the walker, and he began to run back and forth between the living room and the kitchen. He found a crusty loaf in the bread box, but she stopped him. “It has to be soft bread, or it will crush the tomato when I bite into it and make a mess.”

“Ah,” he said, and grabbed the pan loaf bread that Alex preferred. “Butter or mayonnaise?”

“Mayonnaise. Butter’s not terribly good cold,” she said. He let himself be directed. “Cut the tomato thick. The slices have to have some body.”

“Yes, ma’am,” he said. He felt traces of Connie in her.

“Spread both slices of bread with the mayo,” she said, looking over her shoulder. “And after, cover them with very thin slices of cheddar. Last goes the tomato, with generous grind of black pepper and salt.”

He went through the steps, then cut the crusts from the bread. “Do you prefer squares or triangles?” he said.

“Triangles, remember?” she said.

He put the plate in front of her and sat down. She bit into a corner and sighed. Monty ran by and giggled. She picked up a small plushie on the tray of Monty’s walker, and threw it at the kitchen window.

“Eh?” he said as it flew over his shoulder.

“Connie’s making funny faces at me,” she said, and smiled.

He turned and blew her a kiss. She pointed at Olivia, then mimicked biting into a sandwich. She pulled up her shirt and sucked in her belly until the slats of her ribs showed. Hungry. Olivia stuck out her tongue and took another bite. Her eyes focused on John.

“You’re right,” she said finally. “I held on too tight. I suppose I wouldn’t have had to hold on at all if it was right.” She put her hand over his. “I’m sorry. For vilifying you.”

“I was a twat for a bit. I don’t blame you.”

“But you’re not one anymore. Most days,” she said, and smiled at him. “We’ll drive out tomorrow after Connie’s taxi. I will send a van for the desk. Will you watch the house if Alex decides to stay with her mum?”

The corners of his lips trembled. It was all too real. He hugged her tight.

“Alright, alright. We won’t be far. In any case, it’s looking like I’m just the first to move on,” she said, patting his back. When he pointed up, Connie was looking at them through the door. Olivia waved her in. John opened his arms to her, but she walked by and stole the other half of the sandwich.

“Nice,” John said.

“What? I love you, but I’m starving,” she said through a squishy mouthful of bread.

“John, can I order a couple more?” Olivia said.

“Coming right up,” he said, and stood with a smile.

#that woman over there #you me and him #David Tennant #fan fiction #Olivia/John #who would've thought they'd be such friends #be still my heart #I want a group hug with these characters #I think I'll really need one by the end

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Where There's Smoke

Prompt: You’re staying at the hotel while Adam is at a show and something happens, like a fire. Adam can’t leave the arena and he’s flipping out and when he returns you’re fine. Angst, Passionate Smut. @thedeboniardevistation

Ok, I decided to use my same OC from my Something For You series with Adam. This takes place after the epilogue. So it might make more sense if you read that first. Also, I know the request was that he couldn’t leave the arena but I changed it up a bit.

You can find the rest of the Something for You Series on my Master List

FYI. I know very little about fires so I apologize for my lack of knowledge.

Also, still working on the tag list babes. I want to wait until I can get it to actually work.

“I can’t wait to have you all to myself,” Adam wrapped his arm around my neck and drew the side of my face near his.

“I miss her,” I lamented, as his lips kissed the side of my neck playfully.

“Sweetheart, she’s fine,” he whispered soothingly “My mom is so happy to have her.”

“Oh geez,” Nick groaned, as he threw his carry on into the seat in front of us “Get a room.”

I smiled at him and I felt Adam smile against my neck.

“Hey, she’s my wife and I haven’t had her alone in six months,” he pulled away.

“That’s what happens when you have kids, man,” Matt walked up to sit by Nick “You get used to getting it done in under ten minutes.”

“Ten minutes?” I blurted out in surprise.

The brothers both turned to me with raised eyebrows and Adam chuckled beside me, running his hand over his mouth.

“I mean, I guess ten minutes is better than nothing,” I tried to cover.

If Adam only spent ten minutes with me, ever, I would be beyond pissed off. Even with Olivia running like a mad woman all over the place, we always found time. It was always longer than ten minutes.

“Get a room,” Nick groaned again before they sat down.

Adam kissed my cheek and pressed his warm mouth to my ear.

“Ten minutes and I’m just getting warmed up,” he whispered.

“You better be,” I smiled, as I ran my hand down his tight stomach and reached his lap.

“Hey!” Jay Briscoe blurted out as he made his way down the aisle.

We both jumped and I quickly retracted my hand.

“I ain’t in to that whole watchin’ shit,” he sat down on the seat across the aisle “So ya’ll gonna have to take it to tha bathroom, ya hear me?”

He had a smile on his face as he said it, his head shaking as if he were thoroughly disgusted.

I could hear Nick and Matt groan from in front of us.

“Well if we do, it’ll be longer than ten minutes,” Adam couldn’t resist.

Matt raised his hand above the seat, shooting him a clear sign that he was not amused.

“Are you going to hate me if I don’t go to the show tonight?”

We had just gotten to our room. The guys had to be at the venue in a hour.

“You tired,” he walked toward me, taking my shoulders between his hands and rubbing them with his thumbs.

“Mhm,” I sighed, closing my eyes as he did “That feels good.”

He flipped me around, digging his fingers into the tight muscles of my neck.

“You need to relax, sweetheart.”

“She’s only three, Adam,” I cocked my head to one side as he worked “She’s still so little and I just don’t want to miss anything and…”

“Shh…”

He turned me back around and took my face in his hands.

“My mom has a camera. She takes pictures of everything. You’ve seen those photo albums of me. I promise you, she will make sure everything is fine.”

Adam’s parents had met both myself and Olivia at the same time. It had been as much a whirlwind for them as all of it had been for us. Over the last couple years though, our families had melded together nicely. My over protective ass of a brother had even started acknowledging Adam when he came over.

“Now you get some sleep, huh?” he smiled at me “And I’ll go kick some Briscoe ass, ok?”

I nodded as he pulled my forehead to his lips. He held them there for a few seconds and I heard him draw in a deep, content breath.

“Besides,” he grinned when he pulled away “You’re gonna need your rest for later.”

“And what about you?” I smirked, playing with the collar of his shirt.

“I’m always ready,” he winked at me.

According to the clock, I had only been asleep for maybe an hour when the shrill sound of a fire alarm woke me up.

At first, I thought it was an alarm clock. I was so exhausted, in my mind I thought it was Adam’s wake up call. After a minute or two, I realized it wasn’t and I jumped up in the bed.

I had fallen asleep in my clothes, barely taking the time to pull the covers over myself.

The alarm sound was getting louder and louder in my ears. I could faintly hear the sounds of fire trucks and I felt my stomach lurch.

When I reached the door, I stared at the knob for a moment. Finally, I reached out to tap it. It wasn’t burning hot but it was warm.

I looked down and smoke started billowing underneath the door. My heart started beating so fast that I already felt like I couldn’t breathe.

My mind raced with the proper procedures of what to do in situations like this. How many videos had I watched over the years? Too many to count and clearly, I had thought they were to pointless to listen.

The window to the room suddenly lit up with bright red lights. I ran over to it and could see three fire trucks. The firemen were suited up and I could tell they were about to head inside the building.

I was on the fourth floor. Was I supposed to wait? Was I supposed to risk it?

I had no idea where the fire was or how bad it was.

I pried the window open and fresh air hit my face.

“Stay there!”

A firefighter on an intercom system shouted.

“Everyone remain calm! We are entering the building now!”

I left the window open and ran back to the bathroom, soaking a towel in the sink and then pushing it up to the crack under the door.

One thing I remembered from those videos.

I grabbed my phone off the nightstand and quickly dialed Adam’s number.

“Please answer, please answer,” I mumbled, as I stood in front of the window.

“Hey, sweetheart. Couldn’t sleep without…”

“Adam!” I shouted, totally cutting him off.

“What’s wrong?” I heard his voice rise just a little and could practically see the crease in his brow.

“Adam, there’s a fire at the hotel,” I gasped nervously “And I’m stuck in the room.”

“What? What do you mean you’re stuck?” he was practically yelling now.

“The firefighters are trying to get to everybody but there’s so much smoke, baby I can’t get out of the room!”

“Nick!” I heard Adam scream “Nick, get me my keys man!”

“Adam, they won’t let you in,” I whimpered “I just, I just wanted to let you know…I don’t know what’s going to happen and I…”

“I’m coming, ok?” his voice sounded shaky now “I’ll be there in like two minutes. You just stay on the phone with me.”

“Adam, I’m scared,” I felt tears start to slide down my cheeks.

I walked back over to the window and looked at the mass confusion on the ground. People were being helped out of the building and I knew before long, they would have to come for me.

“It’s gonna be ok,” he tried his best to talk calm but I knew he was panicked.

I heard the sound of the key turning in our rental car and the tires squealing.

“Adam, be careful!” I shrieked.

The last thing Olivia needed was both of her parents hurt.

Olivia.

“Adam, what about Olivia!” I started pacing “What if something happens and I…”

“Don’t,” he spat at me “Don’t you say anything like that!”

I started to cough, the smoke seeping around the towel much faster now than before and it was taking my breath.

“Sweetheart, you gotta stay with me,” he shouted “You’ve gotta stay awake. They’ll be there any minute to get you, ok?”

I stuck my head out the window again but the air was already starting to fill with smoke and ash.

“Adam,” I whimpered, sliding down on the floor underneath the window “I love you so much. I just want you to know that, ok?”

“Stop saying that,” he growled and I could hear the car accelerate again.

Smoke was now billowing into the room and it was growing overwhelming.

“I’m here!” Adam shouted.

I could hear him pushing through the crowd, screaming for people to move and then he reached a rescue worker.

“I need to get in there. I need someone to get to my wife!” he was yelling angrily “She’s on the fourth floor and she’s having trouble breathing!”

“We have fighters on the fourth floor now, sir.”

“Well, where are they?! She’s suffocating in there!”

“Sir, we are doing all that we can…”

“If my wife dies, I will make your life and everybody else’s life here a living hell. Do you understand me?”

He clearly forgot I was on the phone, or that he was still holding a phone.

“Sir, you need to just calm down…”

“Calm down! Are you fucking kidding me? I’m not going to calm down! My wife, the mother of my daughter is stuck up there! She’s trapped! And I can’t get to her! I can’t save her!”

At that exact moment, a firefighter burst through the door and rushed over to me. He placed an oxygen mask over my nose and we started crawling our way through the smoke.

I left my phone behind.

“Sweetheart?!”

I could hear Adam screaming as we made our way out into the front parking lot.

He was clutching the phone and his hand was trembling, as he pleaded for me to answer him.

“Adam!” I screamed through my oxygen mask but he couldn’t hear me.

The firefighter got me to an ambulance and the emt took over. 

I fumbled with the mask and pulled it off my face.

“Adam!”

His head jerked around sharply and the phone fell to the ground. He ran, full speed, toward me.

The emt was trying to check my vitals but Adam put a stop to that. He wrapped his arms around me and picked me up.

“Oh my god,” he breathed against my neck.

“I’m ok,” I tried to assure him, my hand petting his hair that was all around his shoulders.

He pulled back and kissed me, his lips devouring my mouth like he hadn’t seen me in months, years.

“Sir,” the emt interrupted “I really need to check out….”

“My wife,” he clarified, before he sat me down.

He watched intently as the emt checked my blood pressure, oxygen levels. 

“We’re gonna leave this oxygen on for a bit," the worker pulled the mask back over my face "Try to get that level to go back up.”

I nodded.

Just then, another person was brought over and the emt turned his attention to them.

“Sweetheart,” Adam petted my cheek as he crouched in front of me "You had me so fucking scared.“

"I can tell,” I giggled, for the first time in hours.

I looked down at him. He was only in his ring gear and his leather jacket.

A smirk curved on his lips and he stood up, kissing my forehead.

After a quick trip to the ER, we made it to another hotel and I slept like a baby all night in Adam’s arms.

The next morning, I came out of the shower to find him sitting on the edge of the bed with his head in his hands.

“You, ok?” I walked up to him in just my towel.

I ran my hands across his pulled up hair and tilted his head up to look at me.

His arms wrapped around my waist, drawing me close.

“I never want to go through that again,” he sighed, “Fucking electrical fire my ass.”

“It was an accident, baby,” I whispered “Nobody did it intentionally.”

“Well, all I have to say is that hotel better be fucking grateful that you’re ok because if one hair on your head had been touched…”

“Adam,” I pressed my forehead to his “It’s over. Just forget about it.”

I felt his hands push the towel off me and he stood to his feet. His fingers ran through my wet hair and his thumbs came to rest along my jawline.

“If anything ever happens to you,” he whispered in a deep voice “I don’t know if I can make it.”

“You’ll have to,” I ran my hand along his face “Our daughter needs you.”

“But I need you,” he sighed before he moved back and pulled his shirt over his head.

He took my hand and pulled it toward his chest, pressing my palm flat in the center.

“I couldn’t do anything without you,” he whispered “You and that damn sixty dollar lip gloss…”

“Which you still buy me,” I smirked.

“Cause it tastes so good,” he growled, pulling my mouth toward him.

I moaned as he ran his tongue around my lips slowly, licking at them.

He finally fell back on the bed and I climbed on top of him. I easily removed his sweat pants and we were both completely bare.

His hands went up into my hair, drawing my mouth to his again and again. His fingers wrapping around the wet curls and tugging on them.

“Adam,” I gasped, as his mouth started sucking down my exposed throat.

He tugged on my hair again, so he could kiss all the way down to my collarbone.

“You’re everything,” he groaned against my skin “Everything, sweetheart.”

His hands crawled down my back, as I gripped his face between my hand and sucked on his lower lip. He smiled against my mouth and dug his fingers a little harder.

“I need you,” I moaned against his ear, my tongue darting across it “I need you so much.”

He flipped me under him immediately and sat back, grabbing my thighs and parting them open.

Adam’s hand sailed down the length of my body slowly, as he stared into my eyes. I bit on my lip as I looked at how sexy he was looking at me.

“Are you always going to look at me like that?” I whispered, my body writhing beneath his hand.

“I always have,” he ran his tongue over his lips “Ever since that first night…And I always will.”

He started licking a trail, similar to the one his hand had just taken. He moaned as he squeezed my breasts in his hands before running his tongue over each of them.

I dug my fingers into the back of his head and urged him on.

He moved further down, until he got to my pelvis. His tongue gliding along the inside of each of my thighs before he sucked my clit between his lips.

I bucked against him immediately and I felt him smile, his tongue darting out to tease it carefully.

“Adam,” I gasped, my need for him growing stronger.

He sat up and wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling me further down the bed. Crawling up to hover above me, he entered me slowly. Our eyes remained locked as he eased in and out of me, his motions powerful but gentle all at once.

“Adam, remember…” I started to remind him.

“I know,” he dug his forehead into mine.

We had been talking about having another baby. I had stopped the pill and we were at the point where I could get pregnant.

I smiled and he did too, as he started moving quicker inside of me.

I ran my hand across his face, brushing away his hair that had fallen.

“I love you,” I whispered, my hips raising up to meet his thrusts.

His eyes closed for a second and when they opened, he stared down at me with admiration.

“I love you, sweetheart,” he kissed at my nose.

His thrusts intensified and before long, his hips were smacking loudly against mine.

“Shit,” I squealed, feeling myself start to tighten around him.

He laughed, tossing his head back and sending his hair cascading down his shoulders.

I felt my orgasm start spiraling out of control as he moaned and released inside me.

He fell down and rolled me against him.

“You’re never leaving my sight,” he kissed the top of my head breathlessly "Ever again.“

"I have to go home eventually,” I giggled, drawing breath into my own lungs.

“But not today,” he nuzzled closer.

“Not today.”

I’m gonna tag @msgem because I know how much you loved my Adam series. Hope you like this little companion piece.

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Reunion

Rick Grimes x Reader

Summary: You and Rick were together at the prison, but were separated during the Governor’s attack. Eventually you walk up to gates of a community called Alexandria, desperate and hungry.

Warnings: Smut, swearing, unprotected sex, abduction attempt

Words: 2,578

A/N: Sorry for my terrible gun description, I know nothing about them.  

It felt like years since you had seen your family. When the governor attacked, you barely made it out alive. You wondered for miles and miles on your own looking for some shred of evidence that your family had made it out and where they could have gone. But there was nothing, it seemed like they all had just vanished into thin air.

You had seen signs for somewhere called ‘Terminus’, but you didn’t bother going. You had given up on pipe dreams like that a long time ago. And you didn’t think that after what had just happened with the Governor that your group would be eager to meet with a new group of strangers.

 At night you would climb a tree and tie a strap around your legs to keep safe, and you thought about old memories to curb the loneliness. Images of you and Rick would flicker through your mind; your first kiss, waking up next to him in the morning, how peaceful his face would look while he slept, and the look he would get on his face when he would watch you hold Judith. You didn’t want to accept the possibility that he and everyone you loved was dead, but your search had come up empty.

Eventually, you decided to head north; you were from D.C originally and thought maybe going back home could help heal the parts of you that were broken. You’d had enough of Georgia and now it only held bad, distant memories that were painful. A run in with a group that had tried to pick you up on the side of the road had left you with more than just the scar on your cheek from a knife they used when they tried to force you into their car. They had kept going on and on about a hospital in Atlanta where everything was better. You didn’t buy their line of bullshit and one of the male “officers” had pushed you against the car and put a knife against your face and threatened you. The knife you had hidden in your boot came in handy when you shoved it in his thigh and pulled your 9MM on the other man.

From then on, you went out of your way to avoid people. You were convinced that the last of the good ones had died in the prison that day where you should have too. A sickness somewhere in North Carolina had sidelined you for a few weeks, but as soon as you healed you set back on your journey.

When you made it to Northern Virginia, what little food you had with you became scarce and the forest was empty of game to hunt. While at the prison, Daryl had taught you how to hunt; nothing large like deer, but you could hunt rabbits and other small animals. Remembering what plants you could eat and which were poisonous was enough to get you by for now, but water was no longer a readily available resource and if you didn’t find something soon you wouldn’t finish your journey.

Walking through the woods you didn’t see much besides trees, so when you saw what looked like metal fences in the distance ahead you became somewhat intrigued. At this point you were so hungry and dehydrated you were willing to take the risk and go investigate. Slowly you walked through the break in the trees and towards a large gate. You could see a sign pinned up on the fence: “Welcome to Alexandria Safe Zone: Mercy for the Lost, Vengeance for the Plunderers,”

“Well, that sounds somewhat promising,” you thought as you moved closer, but you stopped in your tracks at the sound of a rifle being loaded. You look upwards towards the sound and see a bald, dark-skinned man staring down at you.

Raising your hands up, you spoke, “Hey man, I mean no harm. I just was hoping maybe for some food and water and then I can be on my way. I haven’t eaten in days and I don’t know how much longer I can go.”

You see him turn around and step from his post and disappear. Confused you look around to see if there is anyone around you. The sound of the gate opening interrupts your canvassing of the area. You walk forward and see the man that was previously just pointing a gun at you and he was wearing a priest collar?

“I’m Gabriel, welcome to Alexandria.” He says as he steps aside and lets you enter. You’re amazed at what you see when you walk through the gates. Houses line the streets and they are big, much more than you could have ever hoped to live in before the turn.

“I can’t tell you how much I appreciate you helping me. I really won’t be any trouble, all I need is some food and water and I will be on my way.” You said as you continued to look around.

“Well, you’ll have to meet with our leader here, but I’m sure it won’t be a problem.” Walking through the street you see many unfamiliar faces. Approaching what looks to be the largest house in the community, Gabriel opens the door and walks in. You follow and he shuts the door behind you.

“Wait right here, I’ll be right back,” he says as he disappears into the next room. You take the opportunity to look around. You see a room with bookshelves adorning the walls and a couch and sofa with a video camera set up between them. At the sound of footsteps, you turn your attention to the room where Gabriel disappeared. You see him enter the room and you cannot believe your eyes at who follows in behind him.

“Maggie!” you cry as you walk forward to her and pull her into an embrace.

“Y/N! I can’t believe you’re here.” She says as she pulls back and rests her hands on your shoulders. Tears fall from both of your eyes at the turn of events. You couldn’t believe it; you couldn’t believe she was standing here in front of you.

“Is Rick here? Did he make it out of the prison? Are Carl and Judith alright?” You rambled on desperately.

“They’re here, they’re fine. We’re all here, all of us except for Beth, Tyreese, and Bob.” She said and you felt your stomach drop at her words.

“Oh no, Maggie I’m so sorry.” You said as you pulled her close, you couldn’t imagine how she felt having lost the last member of her family besides Glenn. She returned your embrace before pulling away.

“Come on let’s go see everyone,” she said as she motioned for you to follow her. She led you outside the house and down one of the streets. She stopped at one of the last houses on the street and led you up the steps to the door. Opening it slowly she stepped through the doorway and shut it behind you.

“Wait here.” She said as she stepped further into the house.

“Carl?” You heard her call and heard the approach of footsteps towards her.

 “Where is everyone?” she asks.

“Daryl is out recruiting with Aaron, Carol is out helping Olivia in the pantry, Michonne is doing a patrol, Sasha is in the guard tower, Abraham and Eugene are out with the construction crew, and Glenn and the others went on a run.”

“Is your dad here?” You heard her ask and you could feel your heart speed up.

“Yeah, he’s upstairs putting Judith down for a nap. I was just about to go hang out with Enid and Ron for a while.” It was becoming difficult to stand here when all you wanted to do was go hug the teen; you had missed them all so much.

“You might want to put that off for a bit,” You heard her say and took that as your queue. Stepping into the kitchen, you saw the emotions run over Carl’s face as he took in your arrival. First shock, then joy overcame his features as he rushed forward towards you.

 “Y/N, we looked all over for you. We were all so devastated when we thought we lost you.” You wrapped your arms around him and let the tears flow. You almost felt like pinching yourself because you had dreamed of this moment so many times.

You heard feet rushing down the stairs and you pulled away from Carl.

“What’s going on down here, I could hear you all from-“ Rick’s words are cut off as he walks into the room and sees you. Wasting no time, you rush forward and throw your arms around his neck, burying your face in his shirt and soaking it in the process. His arms wrap tightly around you.

“Oh baby, I thought I lost you,” You pulled back at his words and pulled his lips to yours, kissing him quickly before turning back to Maggie and Carl, both of them wearing happy looks on their faces at your tender reunion.

You all ended up in the living room while you told the three of them about what you had been through on your way there. Maggie and Carl left a bit later when they heard everyone had come back from the run, leaving just you and Rick in the house while Judith was napping. You settled into his side and pulled his arm over your shoulder.

“I can’t believe I found you. It makes everything I went through on the way here worth it, feels like fate brought us back together.” You said as you looked up at him. His eyes met yours and he leaned down, taking your lips with his. The kiss quickly became heated as you ran your tongue across Rick’s bottom lip. He complied with a groan and you quickly climbed over him, settling into his lap. His hands ran across your back before falling to your ass and pulling you closer to him. You groan into the kiss as you feel his stiff member through your jeans.

As you feel him slowly grind himself upward, you pull away from the kiss with a moan. You never thought you would feel this way again, but you’re drawn away from your reverie when Rick places his hand on your cheek and pulls your attention back to him.

“I’m right here baby, I’m not going anywhere.”

“I love you so much,” you say as you crash your lips back to his and grind down against his now prominent erection. You feel the vibration from his groan and it spurs you to grind down harder.

“Take me upstairs,” You whisper into his ear and he stands up with your legs still around his waist, taking the stairs as fast as he can without dropping you.

Rick lays you down on the bed immediately after he kicks the door closed and you pull your shirt over your head. He does the same before leaning down over you and kissing you desperately. His hands run up your torso to your fabric covered breasts, he pulls down one of the cups and pulls his lips away from yours to kiss his way down your chest to your stiff peaks.

“Rick!” You cry at the delicious sensations his mouth is causing. But you soon grow impatient, pulling at his curls to grab his attention before attacking his belt with shaky hands to unfasten it. Rick’s hands cover yours as he takes over and you immediately unbutton your jeans and pull them down before kicking them off your feet along with your panties, abandoning them at the foot of the bed.

Standing up, Rick kicks off his boots and pulls the jeans from his legs before crawling back over you. The sight of his leaking erection makes your mouth water and you immediately think back to the times at the prison when you would suck him off and he would wrap your hair around his fingers and guide you up and down his cock. But that would have to wait for another day; you were both too desperate to reconnect in both the emotional and physical senses of the word.

Your legs fall open as he settles between them, his aching member resting against your thigh as he kisses you. Desperate to be filled, you reach down and take his throbbing erection in your hands and guide him towards your dripping center. Rick moans as his tip touches your wet, delicate flesh.

“Fuck me, Rick. I missed this so much.” You plead as you look up into his eyes, the normal crystal blue having been taking over by lust. You throw your head back as he thrusts himself completely inside you. Both of you pause for a moment; relishing in the feeling of being united in this way again. But soon, desperation takes over and he begins to move with slow, but deep thrusts.

“Oh…god…Rick,” you say as he increases the pace of his thrusting. Your hands migrate down towards his ass, pulling him into you harder and you let out a harsh moan at the feeling. He responds in kind and sets a brutal, desperate rhythm. 

“Fuck, Y/N. Your pussy is so tight,” He says as his grip tightens on your hips. You feel like a spring, slowly being wound tighter with each harsh movement as he drives you closer to your release.

“Rick, I’m so close.” His hand reaches down and rubs circles around your clit and you fist your fingers in the comforter at the feeling. 

“Come on baby, cum for me.” The combination of his words and a particularly deep thrust causes the dam to break and you feel yourself release crash over you in waves. The sensation of your walls gripping around his cock pushes him over the edge as well as you feel his release fill you, the pleasure of it eliciting a small moan from your throat. His hips buck, trying to get as deep as he can while he whispers obscenities into your neck.

After you’ve both come down from your highs, Rick pulls his softening erection from you and you whimper at the loss. You turn onto your stomach and rest your head on his chest, looking up at his relaxed face.

You could stay in this moment forever, memorizing the lines of his face and the planes of his body as he recovers from your heated moment. But, the sound of the door slamming downstairs pulls you from your reverie; you can hear the voices of your excited family and the eagerness to be with them renews.

Sitting up in bed, you pick your clothes up off the floor and begin pulling them on while he lies on the bed, watching you get dressed. Gathering his clothes from the floor, you set them at his feet.

“Let’s go downstairs, I think Maggie has kept them at bay long enough. Don’t you think?” You say with a teasing grin on your lips.

After you’ve both composed yourself, you open the door and begin towards the stairs to see the rest of your group. A hand on your wrist stops you at the top of the stairs and you feel Rick’s lips at your ear.

“Don’t think we won’t be continuing this later, I’m not nearly done with you yet Y/N.” A shiver runs through you at his words.

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[khavvah]

Pokemon Sun/Moon Fic - Beasts And Beauties, Ch. 1

Link to source: Chapter 1

Hi there! I’m Khavvah (dietofwurms on AO3). I’m not sure if anyone is going to end up reading this from here, but it’s gotten some positive attention over at AO3, and it seems people are enjoying it, so I’ve decided to start posting chapters on Tumblr. I may end up writing extended author’s notes or something?? Or replying to questions?? No idea. We’ll see what happens, shall we?

THOSE NOT IN THE KNOW: This is an angst/drama fic, a plot divergence focusing on Guzma and decisions he makes in Ultra Space.

Chapter 1: Ferals

It was a bright and windy day, that early morning after Po Town fell.

Once news had gotten out, accompanied by the plethora of pictures, video, and frantic phone calls from citizens, all of which splashed across the news, it became clear to the Alolans that something must be done. The police force, which had been supported for years and seemed to have been able to handle the regular outbursts of Team Skull mischief, crumpled entirely within hours--one small cabal of thugs rolled into the Po Town station, and the chief and all his officers scattered like roaches, eventually retreating to more amenable grounds on the east coast of Ula'Ula island.

"Pathetic," Hala grumbled.

Olivia nodded in agreement, skimming over the headline. "They've gotten soft. But it's not just their fault, is it?"

Hala scratched his beard and examined her expression carefully, and though he didn't outwardly express his opinion, one could tell he knew what she meant. A thoughtful grumble came from his throat. "Well, here we are." He looked out over the room, catching the attention of the other captains. "Is everyone here? Who are we missing?"

The kahunas and assorted captains sat in a scattered arrangement of chairs, a sofa dragged in from another room, and one footstool (which Olivia planted herself on, in order to be closest to Hala). They had all gathered on short notice at Hala's home on Mele'Mele--Ilima, Lana, Mallow, Kiawe, Sophocles, Acerola. They knew Mina, the waifish artist, wouldn't be making the meeting--her head was still in the clouds somewhere in Poni Island valley. The figures nervously looked around, measuring one another, and finally Mallow spoke up. "Is Hapu coming? I thought she was standing in for Lopaku--"

"No," Acerola said. "I just talked to Hapu--her grandmommy's sick."

Hala frowned and made another deep, rumbling noise that implied deep thought. "That is unfortunate… And hardly a good omen." As he said this, another thought occurred to him; he searched about. "Where's Nanu?"

"Uncle Nanu's on his way," Acerola mewled. "I woke him up myself; he'll be here, promise!"

Knowing he'd be late caused a wave of unhappiness among them; Kiawe was brave enough to verbalize his impatience. "He'd better hurry up! He's the one with the most to answer for!"

Mallow, sitting close by, swatted at his shoulder. "It's not his fault!"

"Well, he's supposed to protect Ula'Ula, isn't he?"

"It's my job too," Acerola pointed out.

"...And mine," Sophocles mumbled, barely audibly.

"He had a sacred duty, is all that I mean. He should accept responsibility."

...And as if summoned by their argument, the door rattled loudly and opened to reveal Kahuna Nanu.

They stared. He looked like had just rolled out of bed, with his breakfast in hand: a mug of coffee and the nub of his morning cigarette. He returned their looks with a bleary gaze and a muffled, "'Morning, kids."

Acerola squealed, "Morning, Uncle Nanu!"

He winced at the high-pitched voice, planting a hand over one of his ears. "Girl, have some mercy, will ya? It's early, and it's the weekend… Criminy--"

"We're glad you could make it," Hala announced. He just barely disguised his irritation. "But please put that outside."

"Put what--" He looked into his hand, and remembered the burning cigarette. "Oh, gotcha. One sec, kids."

While Kahuna Nanu staggered out onto the doorstep to stamp it out, the rest of them sat silently, holding their breaths for the start of the troubling meeting. It was his island, after all, where this had all happened: they knew emotions would be running high. Nanu didn't show any sign of tension, however--he came back inside, slowly dragged a chair from the wall and into the circle, and collapsed into it with a heave. He spilled a bit of coffee on himself in the process, so he casually wiped his jacket down with his free hand, then realized everyone was gaping at him. He crossed his legs and grunted irritably.

"Well, Hala," Nanu droned, "seeing as you're in the big chair, how about you start us off?"

"How about you start by explaining how this all happened?" Kiawe demanded.

Everyone held their breath; Nanu slowly turned to him, his eyes burning with a powerful disdain, and growled, "Simmer down, kiddo. Wasn't talking to you anyway."

Kiawe frothed and sprang onto his feet. "'Kiddo'?"

"Hala!" Nanu snarled, "Get your house in order, or I will!"

"We could say the same to you!" Kiawe taunted, though by then Hala motioned for him to quiet himself, and Mallow had yanked him back into his seat, scolding him.

As the outbursts settled into silence again, Nanu gazed around himself, seeing their tense faces. He made a deduction and snickered dryly. "Well, isn't this fun. Guess I got picked as the scapegoat before I even got here."

"It was your officers who folded," Hala reminded him.

But Nanu gave him a withering glare. "I'm retired, Hala, and you know it. Those fresh-faced babies they put in that station were doomed with or without me. 'Sides, if you're gonna point fingers, start with yourself."

"I beg your pardon?"

"That boy… Who's taken over Team Skull. One of yours, wasn't he?" With that comment, he grinned cruelly. "What a shining example of your tutelage, eh?"

Just when Hala was about to leap to his own defense, their squabble was interrupted.

"Stop!" Olivia jumped to her feet, barking her admonishment at the two of them. "Is this what you came to do? Take potshots at each other like a couple of children?"

"Hrrngh." Nanu scratched the back of his neck and turned away. Hala, too, quieted.

"There's probably plenty of blame to go around," she continued. "But this meeting is for discussing a plan of action." Seeing she had everyone's silent attention, she decided to make the first proposal. "The most obvious thing to do, of course, is fight back."

Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Nanu lean back and roll his eyes. She chose to ignore it.

"Suffice to say, if we kahunas and captains combine our pokemon, we should be able to drive them out of the town and return things to normal. I know the Alolas haven't seen an operation like this in a long time--but these are mostly kids, and their advantage is in numbers, not strength."

Kiawe crowed. "I agree! If they think they're so tough--let's show them what we're made of!"

"But that sounds… A lot like a war," Mallow said.

Her discomfort was evidently shared with Lana, who asked, "Can't Tapu Bulu do something? Isn't he the island's guardian?"

Suddenly, Nanu guffawed with a loud, hoarse laugh. "The two ladies are on the money." He turned to sneer in Mallow and Lana's direction. "It sounds like a war, huh? Sweetie, that would be 'cause they're starting one. As for the Tapu--trade secret, so listen close--they don't give a rattata's tail about human affairs."

Ilima, not one to allow unchecked cynicism, cut in. "Have you actually tried contacting Tapu Bulu?"

"No, matter of fact, I haven't," Nanu said. "Bulu likes to be left to himself. I can sympathize."

Olivia decided to speak again. "Nanu, I'm sensing you don't like this plan."

He cocked an eyebrow at her. "You think so? Heh."

"Please, Nanu," Ilima said, "give us your thoughts."

"All right, all right. You wanna know what I think? It think it's a crappy idea. Let's imagine this, now. You all get together, gather your forces an' all, and invade. You go an start a war with these kids. You'd probably win, but then what? Where are these kids gonna go? Run 'em out of one town, and they'll move onto the next--they trash the new place, we chase 'em down, run 'em out again--and they keep goin'. Soon we've got a mess of ruined towns all over the islands. Unless we arrest the whole lot--or hey, it'll be war, so what's a couple casualties?"

If the discomfort was mild before, it was excruciating now. The young captains fidgeted in their seats, and the other kahunas cast their eyes on the floor and the walls.

"You're right about one thing. They're just kids. Rambunctious and obnoxious, yeah, and they've done their share of property damage, but you overblow this, and it'll be blood on your hands."

Olivia didn't like the direction this had gone--she crossed her arms. "Then what should we do?"

"How about stay out of it ? It's my island. My responsibility. I don't want any of you goodnicks sticking your nose where it doesn't belong."

"You mind telling us what you plan to do, then?" Hala asked.

They expected Nanu to blow off this request, but to their surprise, he sighed with cool introspection, sucked a deep sip from his by-now cold coffee, and started to explain. "We've got lots of feral Meowth on our island. I've got lots of free time, you know, being a retired cop--so I've learned a lot, about how to deal with 'em. Here's the thing. They could be the nastiest, spitting creatures you ever seen. Won't let you touch 'em, or hardly look at 'em. But if you take 'em, and bring 'em inside, and make 'em live with you--sure, they scrap with each other, they tear up your furniture, make messes on the floor--but after a while, they get used to you. A couple months of that, and even the most vicious ones curl up in your lap."

"...And what does that mean?"

"Contain them. Let them have Po Town. I'll move in, somehow. Chaperone, do what I can. Shoot, maybe I can work with 'em."

Olivia scoffed. "You want to babysit a bunch of thugs?"

"That's more or less my plan, yeah. Ain't like I got much else to do with my time." He slurped at his coffee again, giving the others time to process his idea. "Welp, that's all I have to say, really." He promptly got up, pushed his chair back, and started for the door.

"Where are you going?" Hala demanded. "We haven't voted on our final decision!"

"Go ahead and vote. I'm not changing my mind. Just know, if you invade my island without my permission? You'll come to regret it."

"Is that a threat?"

Nanu just shrugged and scratched the inside of his ear. "A good faith warning. See ya 'round, kids. For better or for worse."

In the end, Nanu didn't wait to hear their decision. It was that afternoon that he trudged his way up the long path toward Po Town, cutting past the meadow and lifting his coat collar against the cold wind. The way the mountain leaned against this valley pushed stormclouds there almost perpetually, causing torrents of rain to dump over the grassy plain. The ground had an uncomfortable, swampy feel that squished with mud as he trekked it, but thankfully, soon enough, he saw the police station brightly lit in the dark.

Though he could hear music thumping away from inside, he paused a while to take the picture in. A police cruiser, its windshield and windows all bashed in, sat dejected nearby. Neon paint smeared the exterior of the building in gaudy symbols and slang, and some of the interior furniture, probably pushed through a broken window, soaked up the rain. What a mess . After a minute or so passed, one grunt opened the front door, and the sound of loud laughter, rap music, and broken glass all rolled out into the night. The grunt said something to the others--but Nanu couldn't understand it, not from this far away.

In the brief moments before he walked up to the grunt and talked to them, he thought on those children--and pictured them, as he remembered them, running stupidly about with their shiny baubles and dreams. These children all wanted to be someone, once, hadn't they? The cream of the crop had since floated to the top of the hierarchy, becoming captains and champions, but what of these? These lumps in the flour, this chaff from the wheat--dreamers with no dreams left, who had every ambition swallowed by mediocrity and the chokehold of tradition…

I get it, he mused. The world's spit on them, and they're spitting back.

Those thoughts made him hate being a kahuna all over again.

"Hey!" The grunt called out at him. "Hey, you! Who's there?"

So then, it was too late to surprise them. Nanu pushed his way forward, doing his best to stay in the light.

"A cop?" The grunt took notice of his outfit immediately and yelled into the station. "Yo, a cop's here, fam!"

"What?"

"Where!"

"Get 'im!"

Hilariously, they practically fell over each other to crowd through the doorway and give him nasty, unwelcoming looks. A girl in blue pig-tails approached him first, puffing out her chest to look tougher than her small stature implied. He didn't realize it until she got close, but she waved a small knife around to back her posturing. "Back off, copper! Didn't we chase yo' butts outta here?"

He didn't flinch or move back. "Not me, blue. Doesn't matter, though. Not here to fight you. Need to have a chat with your boss."

"Big G? Yeah, right, old man. You ain't gonna talkin' to nobody, not after I'm done with you." The knife in her hand swayed, swayed back and forth, like a serpent waiting to strike.

He heaved an exaggerated sigh. "Blue. I've had a long day. Don't wanna have to man-handle a little thing like you. Now put the knife down, and--"

The blade interrupted him with a silvery, whispering sound as it swiped toward his chest. He easily dodged--she was bold, but unskilled--and when she clumsily toppled over herself, he swooped in, grabbed her wrist, and let her fall the rest of the way to ground.

He had her arm straight up in the air, and twisted it painfully against his knee. She started screaming in pain.

"Hey!"

"Let her go!"

He felt an empty soda can launch against his head; he ignored it and prayed they wouldn't throw anything more damaging. "I can break your arm like this, blue. A little pull this way--" He demonstrated; she shrieked again. "Drop the knife."

"Stop!"

"Leave her alone, copper!"

They closed in around him like hyenas, but didn't dare physically intervene. The girl was moaning, writhing, and begging in the mud. The rain drenched them both for some long seconds until finally, her grip loosened, and the knife dropped.

He stepped on it and let go of her. A swirl of curses, threats, and taunts started around him, but even as she got up and limped back to the group, none of them followed through. Mobbing Murkrow. All noise .

"I said it before, and seeing as you all have only a couple brain cells between you, I'll say it again: I don't want to fight. I want to see your boss. Now."

It's hard, Nanu decided, to sum up a relationship with a town. They at first distrusted him, granting him cheap rent for use of the police station only because they needed the easy cash flow. They called him "cop" and "old man" and "geezer." But from then on, the picture gets fuzzy: within months, his name became a polite "Mr. Nanu," or "Officer Nanu," and within even more time, the grunts favored the warmth of "Uncle," as in, "'Morning, Uncle Nanu!" and "Hey Uncle, how are the Meowth today?" (because old habits die hard, and the empty space in the station could do nothing else but fill up with ferals).

He couldn't decide if all meant something. He didn't know what difference he had made in that year. Sometimes it felt like he could save them, bond with them--bring over some malasadas, swap stories, sit patiently through their ungodly freestyle sessions. Plumeria proved more amenable than the boy, but even Guzma, especially after a drink or two, came to crave his paternal doting. (And after too many drinks, Guzma would let it slip, slurring and whiny, "Da-a-ad, I know--").

But other days, it all fell right back to the spitting, hitting, and biting--thrown beer bottles and threats to cut him open like a fish. He comes home, it's covered in graffiti, and he just doesn't know.

Still, it wasn't the worst life he had chosen for himself. The rent was cheap. No day was boring. And he didn't need to have a roommate, which meant every night, he was greeted the same way--the mewls and purrs of his loyal clan. Meowth, at least--he mused as he scratched their ears and murmured sweet-talk--don't care who you are, or whether you've failed, or whether you're very interesting.

He could live like this forever.

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