#ryan baby can i live inside your head

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

ryan really said "yall think you love eddie most? WRONG, i do" and then immediately followed with "yall think you ship buddie the most? WRONG, i do" while simultaneously saying "yall think you love buck most? WRONG, eddie does"

#ryan baby can i live inside your head #911 #ryan guzman #911 abc #buddie #ry rambles

[corroded-hellfire]

Continuing on with my baby fever I came across videos of parents "laying" (softly hovering) on their babies lap to see their reaction. Some babies are gentle with one parent and push of the other parent. But I wanna see how Eliza would react to the entire Munson family doing this. Thank you!

Baby fever you say? 👀 Step into my office…

Honestly, looking up reference videos for this fic was the most heart melting thing ever and I thank you for bringing that into my life. I hope I have done this justice for you!

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[As You Wish masterlist]

“Ugh,” Luke groans as he flops down on the floor of Eliza’s nursery. The Minnie Mouse shirt and pair of toddler jeans he’s holding smack him in the face as his dramatics bring him down.

Eliza sits on her miniature butterfly couch and watches her brother, face stoic as the two-year-old is used to the theatrics he’s inherited from their father. 

“What is taking so long?” Ryan strolls into the room and leans against the door jamb. He crosses his arms over his chest and arches an eyebrow as he clocks his brother on the ground. 

Flinging the articles of clothing behind him, Luke huffs and turns his head to meet Ryan’s questioning look.

“Every outfit I pick out she doesn’t like!”

Heaving a loud sigh, Ryan saunters over to the closet tucked into the corner of the pink room. Curious as to what he’s doing, Eliza cranes her neck in an attempt to see past her oldest brother. Try as she might though, she doesn’t have x-ray vision and has to wait for Ryan to turn around to see the black and white striped dress and pastel green sweater.

“Eh?” Ryan raises his eyebrows as he holds the items out towards the toddler.

Keeping her chin high, little Eliza looks over the proposed outfit before nodding her affirmation once. 

“What?” Luke shouts as he bolts upright. “The Minnie Mouse shirt is way better!”

Ryan throws a smirk over his shoulder at his younger brother as he helps Eliza get changed into the winning look of the day. 

“She must love me more.”

“Uh, no,” Eliza hums as her head pops free from the confines of the dress. “Better clothes.”

Luke cackles with laughter, arms crossing against his stomach as he falls on his back once more.

“Oh, that’s too good! Please, we all know I’m her favorite,” Luke says.  

At only two-years-old Eliza is already used to her brothers competing in almost every aspect of life. She rolls her doe brown eyes and allows Ryan to help her into the green sweater before leaving the two boys alone in her room. 

“I seem to recall us having this argument before and Grandpa somehow coming out the winner,” Ryan says, following the little girl’s lead and heading towards the door. 

“Well,” Luke says, stretching out the word as he scrambles to push himself up into a standing position, “then this time we don’t allow him to be part of our bet.”

The older Munson brother shakes his head in amusement as he walks out into the hall and to the right, towards the rest of the house. Luke is right behind him though, practically nipping at his heels as he waits for some kind of response. 

“What bet?” Ryan asks, stepping into the kitchen.

“Yeah, what bet?” Eddie echoes, eyeing his two sons over his “#1 Dad” coffee mug where he leans against the counter. 

“Seeing who Eliza’s favorite is. And not Grandpa this time,” Luke informs his dad as he slides into a chair at the table. 

“I believe that would be me,” you say with a proud smirk, traipsing in from the living room with an empty sippy cup. “I just turned on Rolie Polie Olie for her.” 

“No one can compete with the Rol,” Eddie jokes, giving you a playful wink and a smile. 

“She definitely loves that show more than she loves any of us,” Ryan says. He yanks the refrigerator door open and stares inside as if something new is magically going to appear before his eyes. 

“I bet I could interrupt it and she’d be okay with it,” your husband says. “And will you either grab something out of the fridge or close the damn door?”

“So, you’re saying you’re the favorite, Dad?” Luke asks, eyebrows disappearing into the curls that are getting too long for his liking. 

“Isn’t that old news?” Eddie asks with a smirk as he walks over to grab Luke’s box of Lucky Charms. 

“Everything about you is old,” Ryan says.

The joke has your hand slipping, causing the apple juice you were refilling Eliza’s sippy cup with to spill all over the counter. Avoiding Eddie’s eyes, you try to hide your snort of laughter as you grab a towel to mop up the mess. Once the sippy cup is successfully filled up, you turn back towards the living room—Eddie’s eyes still firmly burning your back—and go to give your daughter her drink. 

“Didn’t we already do this? I feel like we played this game before,” you say. “Eliza picked Wayne over all of us.”

Eddie shrugs and takes another sip of his coffee. “No beating the old man. The actual old man.” Eddie narrows his eyes at Ryan, who just chuckles in return. 

“No,” Luke says. He shakes his head as he lets the marshmallow cereal fall into his bowl. “We have to know who her favorite in the house is.” 

“Any ideas?” Ryan asks, plopping down in the seat across the table from his little brother. 

“Hmm,” Luke hums as he chews on a bite of his breakfast. “I’ll brainstorm at school today.”

In the end, it’s you who comes up with the idea that sets the competition into motion. Once Eddie heads out to work and the boys to school, you realize how much you’re able to get done around the house because Eliza is thoroughly hypnotized by her favorite show. It’s not until the hour of Rolie Polie Olie is done that Eliza is running around the house, wanting to play with every toy under the roof. 

After dinner that night, and once Eliza is in bed, you bring your idea up to the boys.

“So, like, we take turns? One person a day?” Luke asks.

You nod in confirmation.

“Right. Because if we all did it one after the other on the same day, she’d get cranky and it wouldn’t be fair for whoever goes last.”

“What, we like, pick straws?” Ryan asks. “Then someone goes Tuesday, then Wednesday...?”

“I’m game,” Eddie says. He lifts one flannel-clad arm and rests it behind you on the couch, giving you the perfect opportunity to snuggle into his side. 

“So…” Luke muses as he walks over to the couch and takes a seat next to you, on the opposite side of Eddie. “We just put our heads in her lap like this?” The younger Munson boy demonstrates by laying his curly head on your thighs, staring up at you with wide blue eyes. 

“Exactly,” you say, reaching down to boop the tip of his nose. “See if she cuddles you or pushes you off. And then we’ll see who she has the best reaction to.”

“I like it,” Ryan says.

“Me too,” Luke agrees. “Ryan, go get straws. Cut one short!”

With an irritated eye roll, Ryan does as his little brother says, feet shuffling along the carpet as he goes. 

The plan springs into action the next day. According to the laws of the straws, Ryan was up first. Followed by Luke, you, and then Eddie rounds it out. 

Tuesday morning starts off like every other weekday, everyone running through their routines to get ready for whatever lies ahead for them that day. Once Eliza is dressed in her purple long sleeve shirt, pink overalls, and her morning apple juice is finished, it’s time for the games to begin. 

You, Eddie, and Luke watch as inconspicuously as you can from the kitchen entryway as Ryan approaches the couch. Your daughter’s eyes never leave the little yellow robots, even as her oldest brother kneels on the dusty-brown cushion next to her and keeps scooting closer. 

Eliza’s leaning back, her legs out straight in front of her, and Ryan takes advantage of the open space to lay his head right down on her little knees. The two-year-old just seems confused at first. She looks down at Ryan, back up to Rolie, down to Ryan, up to Rolie, then back down to Ryan again. After staring down at her big brother for a little while, Eliza reaches for his head and begins to card her tiny fingers through his golden-brown locks. Her hands continue the movements even as she turns her attention back to the television screen. Ryan can’t help but smile; it actually feels really nice. She keeps up the motions until there’s a commercial. Then Ryan rolls on his back to look up at her and she giggles down at him in return, not sure what he’s doing, but happy to have his attention. 

“Do you want me to stay?” Ryan asks.

Instead of answering verbally, Eliza wraps her arms around her big brother’s neck and settles back against the cushions. 

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ryan says with a chuckle, before adding under his breath, “and as a win.”

Wednesday, it’s Luke’s turn. Once Eliza’s got her favorite show on and a cup of apple juice in her, he makes his move. It’s clear from the moment Luke’s head hits her lap that Eliza is in a feistier mood today. Whether she woke up like that or Luke brings it out of her is anyone’s guess. 

“Ow,” Luke groans as two small hands beat down on the side of his head as if it’s a drum. The boy winces, face scrunching up, but as you watch him alongside Eddie and Ryan from around the corner, you can tell Luke is trying to stick it out and see if he can somehow salvage a win. There’s a brief glimmer of hope when Eliza stops percussing on her brother’s head. However, it’s short-lived. 

Short, stubby fingers make their way up to Luke’s curls and the youngest Munson boy breathes a sigh of relief, seeing as how gentle the toddler was with Ryan’s hair the day before. The problem, they discover, is that since Luke’s curls are far tighter than his older brother’s, Eliza’s fingers quickly get caught in them. 

“Oh, please no,” Luke murmurs, but it’s too late.

Eliza tries to yank her hands free, frustrated that her fingers can’t run smoothly through his locks like she did for their eldest sibling. She pulls Luke’s hair while letting out her own whine.

“Ouch! Why are you whining? I’m the one who’s about to be bald!”

Next to you, Eddie lets out a snort of laughter. 

“Bald?” Eddie says. “Wayne? That you?”

Giving a roll of your eyes, you gently swat at his stomach. Luke also hears his dad’s remark and gives him a glare from the couch as he tries to wrestle himself free from the toddler’s grip. 

Finally, Eliza is able to slip her hands free from the rat’s nest that’s become of Luke’s hair—thanks to her. She’s thoroughly annoyed now and grumbles a few low groans, giving up on words completely. If she were old enough to know swear words, she’d definitely be using those.

Luke breathes a sigh of relief and raises a hand to rub at his sore scalp. Before he can make contact though, both of Eliza’s hands splay flat on the back of his skull and she gives a hard shove. The implication is clear: get off my lap.

Not willing to risk any more of her tiny wrath, Luke rolls off her and off the couch altogether. He lands with a thud on the carpet and gets the chance to rub at his head at last. His eyes narrow as he looks up at Eliza, who is no longer paying him any mind. She’s immersed in Rolie Polie Olie once again, the rest of the world forgotten. 

Your youngest son pushes himself to his feet with a huff. He shuffles back towards the kitchen, back towards the rest of you.

“I don’t wanna hear it,” he mumbles as he passes, heading straight for the fridge. 

To Eddie and Ryan’s credit, they do both stay silent as the three of you turn to watch Luke yank a Yoo-Hoo out of the refrigerator and pop the top. He chugs down half the bottle before wiping his mouth off on the back of his hand. 

“Ugh,” Luke says with a sigh as he heads toward the hallway. “It’s not even 8 am yet.”

With both of the boys’ attempts out of the way, you’re up. You debate going in straight for the lap when you give her the purple sippy cup of apple juice, but something tells you that you’d end up with a wet and sticky face though. Instead, you wait until most of the beverage is gone and she’s let the bottle roll out of her hand onto the cushion next to her. 

“Good luck, babe,” Eddie says, giving your ass a pat before you walk out into the living room. 

As soon as your knee touches the couch, the television show your daughter is so transfixed on goes to commercial. She turns her head to look at you, large brown eyes sparkling with curiosity. 

You freeze, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. It’s odd to be struck still and silent by your two-year-old, but here you are. Rolie Polie Olie being on a commercial break could either make or break this for you. 

“Mama!” Eliza chirps.

A breath loses from your chest, and you give her a grin as you move to lay your head on her little legs. The moment your body makes contact with hers, Eliza’s arms encircle you as much as they possibly can, and she leans down to rest her head against yours. Her cheek smooshes against yours, her chin bumping into the corner of your eye. 

Warmth floods through you, your heart growing three sizes as she lays all her body weight against yours.

“Hold on,” you hear Luke mutter from the kitchen, “wait to see what happens when the show comes back.”

There are only about forty-five seconds until just that happens. 

Eliza’s skin brushes against your cheek as she adjusts her head to get a better view of the television, but otherwise stays where she is. In fact, it feels as if she cuddles into you even further as she settles in to watch her favorite show. 

“Oh, come on,” you hear Luke complain. The twelve-year-old is clearly not happy that he is losing this competition so far. It’s not as if Eliza could be bribed, though. Luckily, toddlers haven’t been corrupted by life yet. 

Luke walks into the room and stands at the side of the couch, hands resting on his hips. 

“Comfy, are we?” he asks. 

It’s evident your daughter is quite cozy as she doesn’t look up at her brother or move for the rest of the episode. 

“All right,” Eddie says, rubbing his hands together. “Saved the best for last.”

“Debatable,” Ryan says as he chomps on a granola bar. 

Your husband flicks Ryan’s black-rimmed glasses so they slide down his nose. With a huff that sounds far more sophisticated than one coming from a fourteen-year-old, your son shakes it off. 

“Ready?” you ask, slipping your arms around Eddie’s waist. 

“Always up for snuggles with my girls.” 

A wet, smacking kiss is placed on your cheek, and you let out a soft giggle.

“Gross,” Luke groans.

“I know you are, but what am I?” Eddie taunts, proving he’s as mature as his adolescent sons. 

You let your arms drop from around his middle and you cup Eddie’s cheeks. 

“Go get her,” you say.

He pecks your lips before heading out into the living room.

Eliza is as entranced as always in her cartoon and Eddie takes advantage of that by silently sidling up to her. She doesn’t even realize he’s there until the couch dips next to her and her empty sippy cup rolls until it meets Eddie’s jean-clad knee.  

He moves the cup aside and slowly lowers himself until he’s able to rest his head in his daughter’s lap. 

At first, it’s as if Eliza doesn’t even notice. She’s watching her show, letting her dad just lay down on her. But after a few seconds, her stare breaks from the television and her brown eyes meet matching larger ones. Her head tilts to the side, inspecting him, and her curls bob with the motion. Eddie smiles up at her and a slow grin grows on her face in return. 

One of Eliza’s tiny hands splays across Eddie’s forehead, some of his bangs getting pushed to the side, and some getting caught under her warm palm. Her other hand lands on his chin, delicate fingers curving around his jaw and rubbing against some stubble. 

Eliza stays like that, looking down at her father, not moving. It takes everything in Eddie not to laugh as he just stares back at the inquisitive little face that reminds him so much of you. 

Quickly, Eliza leans in and presses a kiss to the tip of Eddie’s nose. Gone is his urge to laugh, replaced by the most adoring grin as he revels in her affection. He’s about to thank her for the kiss when she leans in to do it again. This time, however, her mouth is open, and she ends up enveloping his nose in her small mouth.

There’s no way Eddie can hold in his laughter this time as he feels her drool dribble up his nose onto his face. The giddiness is infectious because Eliza pulls her mouth off only to begin laughing alongside of him. 

“You might just be as weird as I am,” he tells her, which makes her laugh even harder. 

That night at dinner, the results are discussed.

“So, who wins?” Ryan asks as he spears some green beans with his fork.

“Not me,” Luke grumbles, slouching down in his chair. 

“Oh, relax,” Eddie says, reaching over and clapping the younger boy on the shoulder. “It’s not like this was scored or anything.”

Luke drops his fork onto the plate with a clang and raises his hands up in front of him.

“My hair ruined it for me! That’s not fair!”

“You know, she can talk now,” you point out, looking at Eliza happily eating in her highchair next to you.

“Good point,” Ryan says. He clears his throat and leans across the table towards her. “Eliza, which of us is your favorite?”

The little girl pops a grape in her mouth and chews, looking like she’s thoughtfully thinking over the question.

“Me,” she finally says.

“No,” Luke says with a shake of his head. “Which of us?” He emphasizes his point by gesturing to the four of you around the table. 

Eliza nods her head once, with finality. “Me.”

Eddie huffs a laugh and shrugs his shoulders.

“Her Majesty has spoken.”

“I don’t think it counts,” Luke laments, looking back down to his plate.

“Yeah, her vote doesn’t count,” Ryan agrees.

You and Eddie share a look of amusement across the table. With these three around, life will never be boring.

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #older!eddie #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fic #eddie munson imagine #dad!eddie #AYW #AYWS #request

[manheimsmuse]

hii can u pls write a ryan baker fic where he and the afab!reader are staying at his apartment together and he proposes a challenge to fuck on every surface of the place possible haha, seems like a ryan thing to do tbh

a/n; master yapper ( me ) strikes again this felt like it never ended.

warnings; 18+, smut under the cut, oral ( f receiving ), fingering, praise kink if you squint, ryan talks you through it also if you squint, not proofread

“you’re kidding.”

you deadpan, a cardboard box tucked neatly under your arm with the word ‘school’ scrawled across it in black sharpie.

you’d been in ryan’s apartment a dozen times, he lived near campus and clearly had money based on the exterior alone. after a year and a half of dating ryan suggested you move in; ‘since you’re here all the time anyway’.

all morning the pair of you had been moving your stuff in from your dorm, with plans to head home over midterm to grab the rest of your things and bring them up. ryan had been uncharacteristically quiet the entire time, but when he told you his idea you could work out why that was.

“oh, come on!” ryan laughed, emerging from his, well, now your shared room “isn’t the whole point of moving in together so that you can fuck wherever whenever you want”

“it is? damn, i thought you asked me to move in because you enjoy my company, my bad!” you respond sarcastically, trying your best to mask the laugh his comment almost caused.

ryan tuts, grabbing your waist and pulling you back toward him as you go to walk past him “don’t be like that, angel.” he mumbles, taking the box from your hold and placing it to the side “you know i love having you here,”

with a soft smile you wrap your arms around his shoulders “now, was that so hard?” you taunt, an eyebrow raised “next time lead with that instead of ‘how long do you think it’ll take us to fuck on—”

“okay! i get it!” ryan cuts you off hurriedly, already bored of the back and forth his question had caused and wanting to get practical as opposed to theoretical “but seriously, how long—”

“ryan!?” you swat at his arm in a scolding way, though you welcome his advances when his lips find yours and he backs you up against the wall.

he taps your thigh twice, wordlessly signalling for you to jump. when you do he wastes no time in taking a hold of your ass, your back still firmly against the wall as he presses his erection against you. the tiny skirt you’re wearing providing him with the access needed to elicit a shaky moan from your throat.

before you can register what’s happening ryan is carrying you from the hallway into the kitchen, goosebumps rise all over your body when your exposed skin meets the cold counter top.

“you’re so good f’me, angel” he mumbles against the skin of your neck, sucking and marking anywhere he could reach “my perfect girl.”

as he’s speaking his middle finger runs a teasing line over your clothed pussy, a smirk felt against your flesh when you gasped out his name.

“good girl,” ryan praised, pushing your underwear to the side and sliding two fingers into you “gonna let me make you feel so good, baby?”

you nod your head quickly, opening your mouth to answer but only managing to force out a “uh huh” in between your lewd noises as ryan continues to finger you.

“good job, baby.” ryan cooes, his thumb rubbing fast circles into your clit as he sinks to his knees between your legs “taking my fingers so fucking well, need to taste you princess.”

he slowly retracts his fingers as he kisses along the inside of your thighs, his thumb slowing but never stopping on your clit.

without warning his mouth is latched to your pussy, tongue diving inside you as ryan ate you out like a man starved, groaning every time you tugged on his hair or pushed your thighs against either side of his head.

“ryan, ryan i’m gonna cum..” you whine out, fingers tangled in his messy hair as your hips instinctively buck against his mouth.

ryan simply hums in acknowledgment, his fingers sliding back into you as his tongue attacks your clit, circling and sucking it into his mouth as he heard you cry out in pleasure above him.

even after you’ve made a mess all over his hand and face his tongue continues to plunge into your quivering body, lapping at as much of your release as he could before having to come up for air.

he looks up at you, mouth wet and hair tousled with the proudest smile on his face as he gets to his feet. gently sliding his fingers into your mouth so you can taste yourself.

“taste so sweet, angel” ryan praises, watching as you lick his fingers clean “take a minute, baby, i’m far from finished with you.”

#manheimsmuse #milo manheim #milo manheim x reader #ryan baker #ryan baker x reader #ryan baker smut #ryan thanksgiving #milo manheim smut

[w1ldthoughts]

Judging a Book by its Cover

a/n: First installment of Pragma, Eros, Ludus, which are three tiers of the Ancient Greek types of love. Pragma is enduring love, Eros is passionate love and Ludus is playful love. Hope you all enjoy this rollercoaster I’m about to put you on!

Series Masterlist

Synopsis: Jack meets Zoey and the rest is history.

Some things are just meant to be. People meet in the most unexpected ways and instantly know they’re going to be a part of each other’s lives forever. That’s how Zoey felt when she met Normani Hamilton almost a decade ago. They’d been pretty much attached at the hip even after all this time and Zoey was more than happy to be to be in charge of her baby Nor’s 27th birthday party. Everything was going to be perfect.

“Okay so the caterers just got here and are setting everything up inside and outside. We have the cake and the backyard is ready to go. I just have to make sure that we have the music ready and guests should be coming soon and I—”

“Zo, bro you gotta chill. She’s gonna love it. You could literally throw her a tiny barbecue with just us and Ryan and she’d be thrilled. This party is going to be fun. Please enjoy it. And stop stressing yourself out you’re gonna kill the vibe.” Her best friend’s boyfriend DK teased. He was just sitting on the couch, not at all being helpful.

Zoey shook her head with a sigh. “I know I’m doing too much. But she’s had a hard year with her parents being sick and all that shit with her label. I just want her to feel special.”

“And she will. This party’s going to be life changing.”

Oh it definitely would be, in more ways than one.

Urban had convinced Jack to come to LA with him to attend this party. He and DK had gotten close over the last year when they met at a Seahawks game and that had been his “twin” ever since. It’s not that Jack didn’t want to go to the party, he just didn’t like how he felt when he was in California. Everyone always wanted something whether it was a selfie or an autograph and he just wanted to mind his business while having a good time. He was still reeling from the release of ‘Jackman,’ bearing his soul to the world had been freeing but was leaving him with lots of questions about his personal life and he often found it hard to get out of his own head.

Luckily when they arrived, the party was in full swing. They greeted Normani and DK and found themselves a spot in the kitchen, across from the indoor food buffet.

“I’m gonna go say what’s up to Katrina, I’ll be right back.” Urban told him. He shook his head at the thought of his best friend taking someone back to his hotel room tonight.

He scrolled mindlessly through his phone, answering a few emails and texts, making plans to meet up with Druski the next day. A hand lightly tapped him on the shoulder and he rolled his eyes. Here we go.

“Hi, I’m so sorry to bother you but—”

He gave them a blank stare. There wasn’t a place where he could find some peace, not even a damn birthday party. “Let me guess, you want a selfie. A celebrity cameo for your BeReal?”

Zoey lets out an unamused laugh. “Actually no. I was wondering if I could just reach behind you or if you would be so kind and hand me that pink bottle of Don Julio? I need it.”

“Oh shit my bad. Yeah of course I can grab it.” He turned around to hand her the tequila that was swiftly snatched out of his hands.

“Thanks.” She bit out, venom lacing her tone.

God, when did he become one of those people? He needed to find her later to apologize. Shouldn’t be too hard since she was in this bright baby blue dress. He’d remember that one for a while.

A few hours later he was back with Urban as everyone gathered to sing ‘happy birthday.’ Guests began to clear out a little after the cake was cut and Jack found her again, talking to Normani.

Tiptoeing over to the two women huddled in the corner of the room, he paused before speaking, staring straight at the girl in blue. “Excuse me ladies but can I borrow you for a second?”

Zoey took a sip of her drink without uttering a word and her friend looked at her with an exasperated expression. “I’m going to leave you to it but good luck. She holds grudges.” She giggled and gave him a pat on the back.

The singer looks towards Zoey and pokes her nose. “You, be nice.”

“Yes mom.” Zoey huffs out. “What can I do for you, Superstar? Can’t believe you walked all the way over here to talk to little ol’ me.” She feigns shock.

“I deserve that.” He gives her a nervous laugh, rubbing the back of his neck. Moments like this made him really wish he liked alcohol. “Look I’m sorry for how I acted before. I shouldn’t have assumed you wanted something from me, I’m just so used to people asking me for shit. But that’s not an excuse so again, I apologize.”

The woman looked over at her friend who had found DK again, deep in conversation with Urban. Nor gave her a smile, silently communicating to her friend that she should let it go. “Fine,” she taps her fingers against her cup, “I guess I can find it in my heart to forgive you.”

“Good,” He beams. “Maybe we can start over? And I can get your name?”

Her shoulders visibly relaxed, a soft smile lining her features. “I’m Zoey.” He liked her smile, it was cute.

“And I’m Jack.” He holds a hand out, “it’s nice to meet you.”

The next morning she woke up to an unexpected text.

Zoey! It’s Jack. Got your number from DK, hope that’s ok. I’m in LA for a few days longer than I thought and I still feel like I need to make it up to you for being an ass yesterday. You free for dinner tomorrow night?

He got embarrassingly giddy reading her response.

Dinner sounds good! I’ll text you where I’m staying and we can figure something out. See you soon, Superstar.

#jack harlow #jack harlow x oc #jack harlow fanfic #jack harlow concepts #jackman thomas harlow #Jack Harlow series #jack x zoey #jack harlow imagine

[bitchinbarzal]

We should talk abt Milo and Tates baby situation.

I’ve been itching to hear the outcome :)

Tate tells Milo about the baby.

Tatum had bad timing, she knew this. Why had she waited until the night before his NHL draft to tell him?

She couldn’t hold it in any longer.

They’d been out to dinner with their families in Toronto to celebrate Milo, Tate had been quiet all night which didn’t go unnoticed by her mom.

Back at the hotel, Milo was setting out his stuff for the big day while Tate sat on the bed nervously playing with the hem of her pyjama shorts.

“Hey Milo?”

“Yeah?”

“Can you c’mere a second?” She asks, the trembling in her voice not hidden well.

“Babe I’m kind of-“

“It’s important” she mumbles, bordering on tears. Milo hears this and drops what he’s doing.

When he walks in and sees her so upset his face is covered with concern “T what’s-“

She just says it, right out “I’m pregnant”

His mouth drops open “You’re what?”

Tate is shaking her head, like she’s trying to convince herself it’s not real “I’m so sorry Milo, I’m sorry I-“

“Are you serious right now, Tatum?” The use of her full name hurts her heart “I’m literally about to get drafted in the NHL, I’m first overall projected! And you spring this on me?!”

“I didn’t want to keep this in any longer! Milo I didn’t mean to ruin anything!”

He sighs, hand running over his face “Well you have! You’ve ruined this night, my draft, my life! We can’t have a baby Tate, I don’t want to have a baby with you!”

Tatum felt like she had been punched in the gut, the boy she’d been in love with since they were little just told her he didn’t want to have their baby.

“W-what?”

“Will you just leave please? I need a minute” Milo snapped, walking away again.

“Milo we need to-“

“You need to leave, Tate!”

She didn’t reply, curling in on herself she picked up her purse and made her way out the room.

Tate called her mom for her room number and made her way up, welcomed with open arms

“What happened, babygirl?”

She sniffles into her moms chest while Ethan watches on in concern

“I messed up momma”

“There’s nothing we can’t fix, Tatertot” Ethan reminds her from the other side of the bedroom.

She lifts her head from her moms chest and looks at her parents “even if I’m pregnant?”

Both of them are rendered speechless for a moment until she adds “and the dad doesn’t want it? Or me?”

Something inside Ethan snaps, the similar feeling he had when Ryan told her mom she would be alone to raise Tatum.

Ethan growls “I’m going to kill him” and starts taking off

“Dad, no!” Tate begs “Don’t do this he’s already so angry at me”

Ethan doesn’t listen, making his way out of the room and down the hall to bang on Luke’s door.

“Hughes open up!”

Luke’s half asleep when he opens the door to face his teammate “Dude it’s-“

“Tate’s pregnant”

“What?!” Milo’s mom gasps from behind her husband.

“And Milo wants nothing to do with her he’s said, we’re taking Tatum home I suggest you speak to your son. You and I both know the lengths I will go through to make sure he takes responsibility” and walks away.

The Hughes’ look down the hallway to Tatum, still sobbing and broken hearted while she looked at Milo’s parents and cried out

“I’m so sorry, I’m sorry!”

Back in their room, Milo’s parents were mumbling back and forth about what to do.

“I’m going to kill him Luke!”

“Babe let’s just take a minute and discuss this” he tries to reason with his wife who isn’t having it.

“Our son, our son! The little boy who didn’t have a father for a whole year of his life and lived with his, also teenage mother at University has decided to do that to his girlfriend? I’m not having it Luke, we raised him better than this”

“The additional stress on this week probably clouded his judgement ok? He’s got a big day tomorrow, I’m going to go speak to Tate, i’ll get her another room and she can stay and calm down. We’ll speak to them in the morning but nobody is calm enough right now to have this discussion”

They agreed that’s what would happen, but by the time Luke got to the Edwards’ room they were gone.

When Milo woke up on his draft morning looking for Tate, his face fell to find his mom and dad telling him his girlfriend had gone home and wouldn’t be by his side tonight.

“I messed up” he admitted, his little sister now scowling at him too “but I don’t think I want this baby”

#tate and milo

[bellarkeselection]

4 - First Day at Work

Part 5

Always Had Something For Cowboys

Author - Let me know if there's anything specific you want to see in the next part

Rubbing the sleep from my eyes I yawned trying to wake myself up at 5am. Sitting up against the wooden headboard I sighed seeing that it was still dark out as it was expected to be. I was somewhat used to being up this early after living on the Kleinsasser ranch for a couple of years. But this is a different time now. Gently pushing the covers off my legs my feet hit the wooden floor and I heard Reese making a noise. "Mommy?"

"Sssh baby. Go back to sleep." I whispered to her, tugging the blankets back over her tiny body.

She made a noise rolling over watching me while I made my way over to the wooden dresser. "Did you kiss him?"

"Go back to sleep, Reese. I'll tell you everything after work." I told her digging around for some jeans and a long brown sweatshirt. Leaning forward I kissed her forehead, shutting the door gently behind me not to wake her up again. "Love you, Reese."

Walking through the Dutton Ranch living room I carried my brown boots in my right hand. On my other hand I had a thick Grey jacket hanging over my arm. Finally pairing it all with the hat that I had learned belonged to Kayce's mother last night. Exiting through the front door I made my way to the barn seeing the lights were on inside and everybody else was already saddling their horses. "Excuse me, is there another available horse I could use?"

"Yeah they might be one inside. Why do you ask, ma'am?" A guy wearing a black cowboy hat asked. He had some brown hair and a little bit of stubble on his chin.

Dropping my hands at my sides. "Mr. Dutton's son has offered me a job for the time being."

"I'll handle this, Ryan. Get your ass out there to work." I heard a deeper man's voice speak towards the guy who was speaking with me.

Ryan nodded, riding his horse off in the distance with the other cowboys. "Okay."

"I am the lead ranch hand to Mr. Dutton. I don't remember him saying we had any new ranch hands coming here. What's your name?" The stranger asked me dismounting his black horse that he was riding on.

Extending my hand to him I tried to shake his hand. "I'm Y/n, Y/n Lambert. Mr. Dutton's son knew I needed some money and his father said I could work here as long as I was a hard worker."

The man had dark black hair and eyes that were staring at me intensely. "Rip Wheeler. Can you ride?"

"I have been taught yes. Probably a little rusty but I should be able to remember how to ride." I responded.

Rip tipped his hat at me, heading off towards the open fence. "Good deal. Saddle yourself a horse and get to work."

Entering the white wooden barn I eyed the empty horse stalls until I came across a light tan horse standing on the end. Unlocking the wooden door I pushed it open, holding out my hand to touch the horse's nose. "Hey buddy. It's alright. I ain't gonna hurt you." I whispered, leading him out of the stall. Finding a saddle on the wall I tossed it on where it takes me a second getting some of the straps twisted around.

Climbing up onto the horse I sighed, taking the reins in my hands gently. Walking the horse out of the barn I saw that Rip was waiting there for me. "Come on, girl. We're burning work time."

"I'm coming." I called out to him kicking the horse in the side where he ran forward to the ranch hand. Together we rode out into the field and to the cattle that needed to be moved from one field to a different one.

Riding through the field I did my best to keep my hat on my head chasing after one of the cattle that had gotten loose from the group. Getting my horse as close as possible the cafe made a noise but moved over in the direction I pushed it. "Dang girl. Did you say you had no experience riding before?"

"I said I might be rusty. My ex's family owns a ranch. He taught me everything I know." I smiled, tipping my hat to the cowboy who lived in the bunkhouse that I had learned was named Colby.

He nodded, turning his horse in the direction with the others and the cattle. "Keep it up. You're definitely better than Jimmy was when he started here."

"Hey I didn't lose my new hat this time." Jimmy, who was wearing a light tan hat called over to us.

Colby taunted him back. "You threw your hat on the bed, Jimmy. You're lucky you didn't get piss in your boot for that."

"Hey, are we working or having conversations over there!" Rip gained our attention causing all three of us to look in his direction.

Fixing my hat on my head I rode over towards him and the other two followed me. "Sorry Rip. We're coming." The ride back to the barn wasn't too bad and the only downside was that the sun was almost setting when I got the horse back and settled for the night.

"Mommy, can you watch the sunset with me?" The front door opened onto the porch when I was coming up the stairs.

Looking down at my clothes I didn't feel too great after being sweaty all day. My hair was now in a messy bun so it wasn't in my face when I rode back. "Awe sorry, Reese. But I need to change out of my work clothes first."

"Oh okay." She lowered her gaze from mine.

Somebody else came out of the door revealing Kayce who put a hand on her shoulder. "I can watch the sunset with her for a little bit."

"Thanks Kayce. I'll be quick I promise." I swore to him heading into the house. Going upstairs, stripping off my muddy work clothes. Getting into the shower I moved as quickly as possible before grabbing some fresh clothes. My phone vibrates on the edge of the bed where I read the familiar nickname of JW. "What do you want, John Wayne?"

He sternly responded. "What else would I be calling about except you and my daughter."

"Our daughter! How many times must I remind you of this."

JW scoffs. "Whatever. You know what I am calling about Y/n. You took off and ran to keep my child from me."

"I had every right to do so. You aren't - haven't been a good father to her after the day she could walk. Your head is filled with the desire of gaining the ranch from the day your daddy spat it from his mouth."

He didn't sound fazed by the facts I was spouting off. "It is my birthright and it will be here when she's old enough."

"Yeah right, JW. You still have your head so far up your ass to stop thinking about that dang ranch for a second. You have a young daughter and someone you used to care about." Running my freehand through my hair I huffed.

He replied again. "I'm doing this for us, Y/n. This ranch is everything to me...everything to us."

"Jenny was right about you. Goodbye JW." I removed the phone away from my ear hitting the end call button and blocked his number for good measure. Going back downstairs I left my phone in my room seeing that the sunset was almost about to be gone. Stepping just up the closed front door I sucked in a breath at what I saw before me.

Out on the porch I watched my daughter laughing with Kayce over something he must have said. He certainly was better than my ex boyfriend that was for certain. "It took him a while but he's improved."

"I'm sorry, John. Oh hi....what are you talking about?" I noticed the man of the household was coming from the kitchen.

He raised a coffee cup to his mouth. "He had his one trouble when he told me he got a girl he barely knew pregnant. I didn't take it well. But now I can't imagine my life without my grandson."

"I can't imagine mine without Reese in it. And I honestly don't ever want to." I replied to the elder p.

He lowered his cup going to the living room. "If you're thinking of staying you're welcome too. I know that me and Tate wouldn't mind. Kayce either."

"Maybe you're right John. Maybe this could be my new home." Wrapping my arms around myself I heard him sit down allowing me the chance to step out onto the porch. Reese bolte to my arms and I laughed carrying her over to the swing Kayce was sitting on. Sitting down the three of us watched the sunset fade off together.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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[novarrr]

+.*i get those goosebumps every time*.+

SUMMARY: he just cant shake the feeling that somebody knows... let alone his own wife..

NICK GOODE (1994) X FEM! READER

MASTERLIST : HERE

AUTH NOTE: aahhhdgfgy first fic!! based on the song goosebumps by Travis Scott 😍😍😍😍 (update, it’s been like 5 months since i started writing this.. i’m so sorry 😭😭🫶🫶)

"hello?" you ask, twirling the landline phone cord between your index and middle finger. "shit, sorry hun.." you notice the voice instantly, its your husband Nick. "sorry forr..?" you trail off, now curious. "um.. ill be home late again." his voice is low and laced with slight malice. "oh." is all you manage to say. you turn to look back in the dining room. your children are sitting happily at the table, eating spaghetti bowls.

"are you upset?" he questions, slightly nervous. "no! its fine.. ill put your food in the fridge then.." you mumble into the speaker. he sighs before speaking again. "listen, i gotta go but ill be back when you wake up. promise." he tries to sound as cheery as possible, but you can see right through the act. "okay, bye! i love you." you murmur with a small smile as the line clicks.

something is up, you can tell. you set the phone down before heading into the dining room and picking up your husbands plate. your daughter looks up at you, her curly pigtails bouncing as she swings her legs off the chair. “mommy… where’s daddy..?” she asks, her voice laced with worry. “baby, he’s fine.. he’s just caught up with work again.” you manage a smile. she nods before going back to eating.

about 4 hours later, you hear the door open and the familiar leather shoe footsteps. your husband in all his glory walks into the living room. “well hi there..” Nick says with a small grin. he walks over to you, sitting beside you on the sofa. “how was work..?” you ask, resting your head on his shoulder. he shrugs, “boring, as per usual.” the way he says it makes you giggle. “you’re sweaty, my love.” you kiss his cheek, making him smile again.

“ouch.” he jokes, standing up again. “i’ll go have a shower then.” you nod and watch as he turns around. “and by the way, could you find me that book.. um.. the one about criminology!” he recalls, to which you respond with a small “yup!” before you too, stand up.

you hear him walk up the stairs as you reach the bookshelf. as you look around, you spot a small knob out of the corner of your eye. you try to ignore it, thinking your vision is just playing tricks on you again. that is, until a passing train nearby causes the knob to rattle. you quirk your eyebrow, setting the newly found book down on the coffee table before inspecting the round knob closer.

as you get a better look, you realise that it belongs to a trapdoor that you happen to have never noticed. ‘strange..’ you think to yourself before turning it slowly. you’d think it’d be locked, considering you’ve never noticed it in your 8 years of living in your house. but it isn’t. the door slowly creaks open and the light from inside the living room shines into the small space.

upon further inspection, you spot a few candles, all of which definitely had been lit within the last few hours considering the faint smell of candle smoke. but also another thing worth noting, the two large stones with writing etched into them. one’s been fully covered, the second having almost just been started. you can only read the last 3 lines of the second stone.

RUBY LANE

THOMAS SLATER

RYAN TORRES

you make a face, weird that the last three shady side killer names are etched into.. wait.

what..?

#nick goode #nick goode x reader #fear street #fear street 1994 #writers on tumblr #writing #this is a girlblog #blurb #might turn this into a fic #cutie patootie #he’s so bf #mwah #ily all #thanks for coming to my ted talk #fyp

[yankstrash]

https://www.tumblr.com/yankstrash/722760726568124416/i-imagine-amelia-picks-gabe-will-and-ryan-up-from

Can we get a little blurb on this please

the whole team is out partying but amelia felt like staying in so she did. at around midnight, she gets a call from drew begging her to come pick his roommates up because they're piss drunk and annoying him.

"meely you know i love you but if i have to hear gabe say your name one more time i'm going to punch him." drew says over the phone.

amelia tries to hold back her laugh as she says, "i'm on my way."

she leaves her apartment in her sweatpants and one of gabes sweatshirts and packs an overnight bag, knowing she probably won't make it back to her place tonight.

once she pulls up to the party, she texts drew that she's here. within seconds, he's pulling his 3 roommates out the door by the collars of their shirts and tossing them in amelias direction.

"they're all yours, meely. sorry to throw this on you, but i can't take much more." drew says.

"i'll take it from here." amelia says, and at the sound of her voice, gabe stops giggling like an idiot with his friends and his head shoots in her direction.

when he sees his girlfriend, his face lights up and he sprints towards her.

"PRINCESS!" he slurs, and almost knocks her down as he wraps his arms around her.

"hi baby," she says, returning the hug. "you have a good time?"

"we had a BLAST! but i really, really missed you tonight." gabe says, pulling away to look at his girlfriend. his eyes are bloodshot and droopy from being drunk, and he looks all too ready to go home.

"i missed you too baby, now let's get you home yeah?"

"YOU! i wanna go home with YOU!" gabe slurs.

"you are, bub. i'm coming home with you. i just need to get will and ryan." amelia says.

"WHAT? no they can't come, they'll hear us having se-" amelia slaps her hand over gabes mouth before he can finish his sentence.

"gabriel perreault, stop talking. get in the car." she says, and he does as he's told.

amelia manages to round up will and ryan, shoving them into her backseat.

the 10 minute drive to their apartment feels like 10 years. the boys are LOUD and giggly and gabe wont stop reaching over the car to try to hold amelia, but she pushes him away and says, "if you want me to live another day and be able to hold you, i suggest you stop trying to grab me, gabriel."

he mumbles a "sorry baby", and finally she's pulling up to their apartment.

she's basically holding all three boys up as she tries to get them inside.

"gabe honey go to your room and get ready for bed, i'll be in once i get these two settled."

"but, but-" he says, grabbing onto amelia. "i want you to come with me."

(he's literally this emoji 🥺)

"i'll be there in a few minutes baby, i just need to make sure will and ryan get to bed okay."

he glares at his roommates for stealing his girlfriend (despite them each having their own) and sulks off to his room.

amelia takes will and ryan to their bedrooms and makes sure they get changed and into bed without stumbling and breaking anything. she puts water, headache medicine and a trash can next to each of their beds, just in case.

just as she's setting wills water down, gabe yells for her.

"MEEEEEEELS! HURRYYYY UUUPPPPPP! I WANT CUDDLESSSSSS!"

"GABE SHUT THE HELL UP SHE'S TUCKING ME I-" will yells back before amelia cuts them off.

"both of you stop yelling, NOW!" and they fall silent.

"sorry meely.." will whispers.

"it's okay smitty. get some sleep, i'll be in gabes room if you need anything."

when she finally makes it to gabes room, he's all changed for bed (stripped down to nothing but his boxers) and awaiting her to join him in bed.

"mmm, cmere baby." gabe says, pulling the comforter up for her to get under.

she smiles and rolls her eyes, climbing into bed with her drunk boyfriend.

"thanks for taking care of us tonight." gabe says and places a sloppy kiss on amelias forehead.

"you're welcome baby, even though you're all a pain in my ass."

#princess!gf x gabe perreault

[takeeachdayonebookatatime]

Why did you elbow me? 191

Achilles Castle part 93

Lemonade and lies PART 36

Guest staring Jules Callaghan

Ryan: pov Jenny is arriving at the precinct so we can eat lunch together before I have to get back to working. Me and Esposito agreed on Chinese food since it's what Jenny wanted and she is pregnant so she gets what she wants. Lanie is getting a spicy version of Chinese food. Our bags are almost all packed for our weekend getaway to Castle's Hamptons house.

Lanie : pov I better not have to deliver your second child. An obgyn should do that. It's not my job I work with dead people for a living. Have you picked the Godparents yet?

Jenny: pov we are actually going to pick 2 sets, since you and Esposito are Sarah Grace's and my 2 family members. It was agreed this new baby would have different Godparents, me and Ryan are thinking about asking Kate and Castle. I already told my 2 family members who are going to be the godparents that we picked them.

Kate: pov We decide to stop at a place called Ernie's juice bar and grill. I take a picture of the sign and text it to Jules Callaghan. As a teen she used to hang out at a place called Ernie's juice bar, it was inside the youth center. Castle wants to come in with me to see the menu. He can walk a little bit on his foot with the crutches, his injured leg is almost 100 percent he just needs some more physical therapy and he will be 100.

Castle: pov once I make it inside on my crutches I find a table to sit at while I look at the menu. Kate has to get back to work so we need to order the food to go. The guy behind the counter is named Ernie and he is the owner, Kate says Jules showed her some picture of the late Ernie and this guy kind of looks like him.

Kate: pov Castle order's some type of sandwich while I'm having a teriyaki vegetable bowl with a smoothie on the side. Which looks amazing. I make sure to tell the guy that I have a heart condition and can't eat certain foods. I also mention that I can't have grapefruit or pomegranate and I'm allergic to pineapple. While the food is cooking I talk to the owner telling him my friend is also a police officer SRU and he kind of looks like one of her late friends. His name was Ernie. He had a juice bar named Ernie’s that was in the Angel Grove youth center. I know this is a strange request but can I get a picture with you to send to my friend? I tell him I'm a homicide Captain. Once our food is done me and Castle head back to the precinct so I can get some work done after lunch. With me having some food limitations my Dr's want to make sure I stay a healthy weight. I'm waiting for Jules to reply or call me back. She might be on a hot call and can't answer her phone.

Castle: pov I ask if we can sit on the sofa in her office and eat she says no you will make a mess. I know you will stain it no food on my sofa. She tells me to follow her into the breakroom. A light conversation flows through the break room as we eat. I have some stuff in my bag to keep me busy while Kate works. After a few minutes in her office Kate gets up to use the bathroom. Last night, I decided to take a break from writing and experiment with making some cool slime. I doubt Kate would let me play with it but what she doesn't know won't hurt. As soon as it's out of the bag it's slipping through my fingers and onto her nice couch. I try to scoop as much as I can up, I quickly grab my phone and look up how to get slime out of a couch. I found a YouTube video. I hope it helps me. I might have to tell the boys to see if they can help me before Kate finds out.

Kate: pov Castle what are you doing, as soon as I say it he jumps up and screams like a girl. Wow Castle your voice went pretty high there. He is no longer kneeling in front of my couch, I guess I must have startled him. He seems to have been doing something near my couch. Now that he has moved away I can tell that there is something stuck to my couch staining it. Castle, what is this? I told you not to eat on my couch.

Castle: pov I didn't. Kate says well something happened to my couch. I guess I have to finally admit that it was me. I kinda dropped my slime on your couch.

Kate: pov your slime, he says he made it himself, when did you have time to make it. Castle says last night while you were sleeping on the sofa next to your dad. I needed a break from writing. Why were you sitting on my couch with your slime?

Castle: pov well your couch is soft and I didn't want to sit on the hard chair.

Kate: pov but how did it end up on my couch staining it.

Castle: pov It's slipped out of my hands must not be thick enough.

Kate: pov well Castle you're going to be scrubbing for a while because that doesn't look like it's going to come out.

Castle: pov no problem the trusty internet can help me. It will come out, you wait and see.

Kate: pov well I'm getting back to work. My phone is ringing. It's Jules. She must have a few minutes to talk.

Jules: pov i’m on my lunch break with Sam we just finished a hot call thankfully It ended okay and no one got hurt. I saw the photos you sent, I might have to visit Ernie’s when me and Sam are in the US again. How are you doing?

Kate: pov okay i was in the ER a few weeks ago, I explained everything to her. Jules asks how Castle is with his leg injury. Doing good started pt, he is actually busy getting slime out of my couch in my office as we speak.

Jules: pov no way but who dropped it on your couch. Kate says take a guess. Oh it was him wasn't it. Kate says yep. I'm going to let you go because I don't want to take up your whole lunch break.

40 minutes later

Castle: pov see I told you it would come out. To be continued. ………..

#fanfiction #castle #tvshow #stanakatic #nathanfillion #katebeckett #richardcastle #javieresposito #jonhuertas #kevinryan #seamusdevsr #lanieparish #tamalajones #julescallaghan #flashpoint #sru

[anotherwvba]

By Blood or By Choice pt. 6

The WVBA cafeteria was buzzing with the usual chatter and clatter of trays and utensils, the aroma of various cuisines filling the air. At one corner table, Andre Sands, The Sandman, oldest son of a living legend, sat alone, too engrossed in his phone to notice. His eyes were glued to the replay of his fight against Aran Ryan from last night. He was savoring his most recent knockout victory, the moment his fist connected with Aran's jaw, sending him sprawling to the canvas in the third round. A smirk crossed his lips as he took another bite of his steak.

A couple of young trainees hesitated near his table, their trays in hand, their eyes darting between the empty seats and Sandman’s imposing figure. Before they could even muster the courage to ask if they could sit, Sandman looked up and sneered, "Y'all think you're worthy to sit at the same table as The Sandman? Y’all just pathetic. Keep it moving, amateurs."

The trainees hurried off, their faces flushed with embarrassment. Just as Sandman was about to go back to his phone, a female voice tinged with sarcasm filled the air and broke the tension, "Wow, Andre. Real classy. Dad would be so proud."

Sandman’s head snapped around, his eyes narrowing as they met those of his younger sister, Sahara, standing with a drink in her hand, bright blue pixie cut and all. "What the hell are you doing here?" he spat out.

Unfazed and without waiting on an invitation, Sahara took the seat opposite him, setting down her drink. "I saw your fight last night. Congrats on the win, big bro. Aran Ryan ain’t no joke."

Andre leaned back in his chair, rolling his eyes. "No joke?! Please, I carried that fool to the third round. Could've starched his ass in the first if I’d wanted."

Sahara chuckled, shaking her head. "That’s bullshit, Andre, and you know it. I know a hard fight when I see one and that Irish boy pushed you hard."

Annoyed, Sandman leaned back in his chair and shot back, "You done talking nonsense? Or you got something else you wanna say before you leave?"

Sahara leaned forward, her elbows on the table, locking eyes with her brother. "You know what's really nonsense? I mean downright disgraceful? You're not in the WVBA to make your name, your tryin’ to overshadow Dad's."

Sandman leaned forward and his eyes went cold. "Listen to me, little sis. I don't give a damn what you or anyone in this family thinks. I'm The Sandman, and when I'm done, when people hear that name, they gonna think of me! Not some deadbeat old man."

A slow smile spread across Sahara's face. "You ain’t dragging Dad's name through the mud, not if I can help it."

Andre's eyes narrowed. "Well, you can’t, Sahara. Leave. Now. You don't belong here."

“Oh, I think I do.” Still smiling, Sahara reached in her pocket and tossed a card on the table in front of her brother. "You'll be seeing a lot more of me, trust me."

Curious, Sandman picked it up. His eyes widened as he read it, his grip tightening on the card.

Sahara grinned and stood up, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "Let me introduce myself. The name’s Razor Sharp and I just signed my WVBA contract as a fighter in the Women's Circuit. See you around, big bro." While she turned and walked away, Sandman clenched his fists, crumpling the card in his hand. He watched his little sister leave while a slow, burning anger started building inside. Sahara… no. Razor never looked back. She’d made her point, Mister Sandman’s baby girl, the daughter of Tyrell “The Razor” Sands, was here to stay.

#punch out #super punch out #punch out wii #punch-out!! #super punch-out!! #punch-out!! wii #punch out oc #punch out fanfic #wvba #The Sandman #Razor Sharp #Mister Sandman #Mr. Sandman

[ckygetsjobs]

Off Camera

Dico x GN Reader

A/n: HAHA BIRTHDAY SEX. Yeah… that’s all I got…

Rut Ru leaned in for a kiss, grabbing a hold of you, positively not caring at all when a loud “and CUT,” sounded through your ears. You wanted to angrily get ahold of whoever stopped you from getting a make out session with your crush. Off camera Dico would rather be caught dead than approach you, avoided you at all costs, and never hung out with you. You guess he thought you were weird, you tried asking Lord Bottaro once but all he told you was to leave him alone. That was not good enough at all for you, you wanted more. 

But Rut Ru was different somehow, Dico really put his whole ass into the character, and it really fucking turned you on. He also worked the hardest on the movie, constantly on top of things as well, he was always complimented for it. Rut Ru was obsessed with you, and you lived with him, and he would fuck you practically every night, complaining about the guys that he was at competition with about the invention. You always listened, kissed his cheek, and told him not to worry as you plowed his ass into the ground. 

Your birthday was today, and how fucking legendary would it be for you to be kissed by Rutger, lips and tongue and all. That’s why you were so fucking angry, because you knew Dico would never kiss you. The only thing your relationship had that was solid and real was because of a fictional asshole rich guy played by Brandon Dicamillo. You were hoping to go home and relax, and maybe furiously imagine what his lips would feel like against yours as if you didn’t know, but he never did kiss you as himself. Maybe he made Rut Ru kiss differently, you didn’t know.

Ryan passed you as you were leaving set and told you to go with him, having that look on his face that it wasn’t up for debate. You got into his beat up very dirty car, it must be one of the ones he’s working on. When he wasn’t working on the movie he was fixing cars, you were always at his house, and ranting to him about your crush. He called Dico stupid, many times, and shaking his head, hugging you when you told him about all the mixed feelings. He was a really good friend and that made you gravitate towards him.

He handed you a present, just looking as curious as you about what was inside. Then you seen what the box had written on it, Dico’s messy ass signature, topped off with a horribly put on bow and wrapping paper. When you opened it there was another box inside another box, which didn’t surprise you, this was Brandon after all. It was a breath of fresh air because he really had put all his effort into it obvious by having so many fucking boxes. When you got to the last one it was a piece of paper with words written on it. 

‘Meet me at the golf course, -Bran,’ caution to the wind you ran as fast as you could that way, just giving Ryan a thumbs up and him just chuckling, used to your weird antics by now. When you got there, there was nobody there. Then you felt a slight jab, when you looked up it was Brandon, in all his ridiculous glory. You didn’t know what he was going to say, but the suspense was killing you.

“Happy Birthday, you look so fucking hot,” your eyes widened, that’s the last thing you excepted from his mouth. Especially after all his avoiding and him not seeming to like you. Looks like you had been fooled by him. again. He moved closer, softly grabbing ahold of your face, bringing it up to his eye level, whispering something sweet in your ear that had almost quite literally brought you to your fucking knees, “I can make it up to you, pretty baby.”

His lips connected with yours, his tongue finding it’s way in your mouth, like he had done this a thousand times before, and you guess he had. It didn’t take a rocket scientist to figure out on your own that he did indeed kiss exactly like Rut Ru, because he was him. You kissed just like every other time, but this time met so much more. He actually accepted it in your real lives, and that was more hot than anything.

Your bare ass was on the grass as his also naked body was on top of you, kissing your neck and jawline. He ended up fucking you senseless, you could definitely say this was the best fucking day, especially birthday sex, god he fucked so well. Someone whistled and yelled “KEEP IT IN YOUR PANTS,” Dico didn’t give a single shit either. If anything he pounded you harder, having that cocky ass grin on his face like he just won something. 

#Wanna be called pretty baby #I would melt into a puddle #jackass #brandon dicamillo

[corroded-hellfire]

I just gotta know in As You Wish, when reader and Eddie are finally together. Are Ryan and Luke were the type of kids that was like "I want a baby brother/sister!" or they didn't want another sibling or they were very neutral about it.

Ooooh boy @munson-blurbs and I had so much fun with this! Yeah, yeah, Eddie and reader are the main focus in AYW, but I think we can all admit that Ryan and Luke are the real stars. I hope you all enjoy this blurb about this little family!

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“Boys, dinner!” you call down the hall. Making sure all the burners on the stove are turned off, you wipe your hands on a towel before bringing some of the food to the table.

If you didn’t know any better, you’d attribute the thunderous footsteps to a herd of wildebeests, rather than nine- and seven-year-old boys.

“Jesus, guys,” Eddie says, setting a bowl of green beans down on the table. “The whole apartment complex doesn’t need to hear you running around.”

“Sorry,” Ryan says sheepishly, while Luke just continues to jump up-and-down.

“Okay, okay,” you laugh, “sit down before you get us evicted.”

Luke furrows his tiny eyebrows. “What’s ‘victed?”

“It means we get kicked out,” his older brother explains, lowering his voice to a dramatic whisper. “Live on the street and fend for ourselves, fighting off raccoons for food–”

“Ryan, enough,” Eddie warns, watching fear creep into his younger son’s face. “No one’s getting evicted.” Secretly, he’s warmed inside, knowing that his son has no idea what the word is. That means that he’s never come home to a red-stamped notice on the door, something Eddie was all-too familiar with as a child.

“Come on, you three,” you say, eyeing the Munson men. “Dinner is going to get cold.”

Eddie presses a kiss to the top of your head before he takes his seat next to you. “Looks good, baby.”

“Tastes good,” Luke says through a mouthful of mashed potatoes that he’s already shoved into his mouth. 

Rolling your eyes, you swat him with your napkin before filling your own plate with food. Once everyone’s plates are full and the only sound in the small dining room is the sound of cutlery scraping against the dishes, Luke nudges Ryan underneath the table. Ryan pushes him back, thinking at first that his little brother is just trying to be annoying. But after Luke nudges him harder, Ryan looks at him and deciphers the way the seven-year-old is raising his eyebrows at him.

“Oh,” Ryan says before clearing his throat. Both you and Eddie look up at him as he straightens in his seat. “Luke and I have been talking.”

“That so?” Eddie asks, swallowing his bite of food.

“Yes,” Luke responds before looking to his older brother.

“We have a request,” Ryan says. 

“And what’s that?” you ask. Mischief dances in your eyes as you glance over at your boyfriend, seeing the same curious and amused gleam in his eye. Eddie raises his glass to his lips and takes a sip to try and hide his smile.

“So, when two people love each other—” Ryan starts. Eddie arches an eyebrow, wondering where the hell his son is going with this before Luke cuts to the chase.

“We want a baby brother or sister!”

Eddie chokes on his water and you bite your tongue as you chew on your food. Coughing, Eddie sets his glass down, and you let your knife and fork fall to the table.

“I’m sorry, what?” you ask. 

“We want you and daddy to have a baby together,” Luke repeats, as though there was an actual miscommunication the first time he made his request.

“Yeah, buddy, we got it,” Eddie mutters, pinching the bridge of his nose. He’s trying to process what’s happening while stifling a laugh. “That’s kind of a big ask, you guys. A baby is a huge responsibility.”

Both boys pout, their mouths resembling Eddie’s when he’s disappointed. It’s almost uncanny. “But we can help feed it, and change it, and take it for walks,” Luke whines.

“It’s not a dog,” Ryan chimes in with an exasperated huff, as if to say, do you believe this amateur? “But we will help out a lot. We can be like built-in babysitters.”

“Well,” Eddie manages after a few moments, “she’d be doing all the heavy lifting. Gotta get her seal of approval.” He nods in your direction, a shit-eating grin on his face. It’s quickly wiped away when you glare at him. 

“I’m just waiting for me and your dad to get married,” you shrug, keeping your tone as casual as possible. “Once that happens, then we’ll have a baby.” You watch your boyfriend’s face blanch. Jackpot. 

“Okay, so marry her already!” Luke shouts at his dad, and you can’t help but laugh. 

“Yeah, Eddie,” you tease, “marry me already!” You reach over and squeeze his hand. “Look how sad and lonely my finger is without a ring.”

Eddie runs his free hand through his hair, glancing at the glass of water in front of him. “I need something stronger than this,” he mutters, just loud enough for you to hear him. He takes a large gulp of the water anyway before setting the glass down and turning suspicious eyes on his eldest son. “Before, what were you going to say? ‘When two people love each other’…they what?”

“They make a baby,” Ryan says simply. Eddie’s glad his hand is no longer around the glass, or it may have shattered in his grip. His large brown eyes become even bigger as he stares at the nine-year-old. You’re doing your best not to laugh at your boyfriend’s bewildered expression. 

“Where the hell did you learn that?” Eddie asks.

“School,” Ryan admits with a shrug. 

“Babies have to be made?” Luke asks, eyes bugging out of his head. Eddie looks like he’s about to have an embolism as he runs his hands over his face. God, his father hopes that all Luke’s imagining is babies being made in a factory somewhere that also makes Hot Wheels and his favorite breakfast cereal.

“Yeah. So, what happens is when the man—” Ryan starts. 

“The point is,” Eddie shouts, both drowning out Ryan and drawing their attention back to him. “After we get married, then there can be a baby.”

“If you get married right now, we could get a baby tomorrow,” Luke muses, earning another irritating glance from Ryan. 

“Babies take, like, nine months to grow,” Ryan says. 

“But that’s forever!” Luke groans, resting his head against his chair, sitting back up with a confused look on his face. “Wait, how do you even make a baby?”

“Okay, that’s enough, thank you!” Eddie interrupts, face beet-red at the mention of baby-making. “Can you two please go play or do homework or frolic in a meadow? I don’t know, just get outta here.” He ruffles their hair lovingly as they race off to Ryan’s bedroom, already arguing over what Lego set to build. 

“So,” you whisper, snaking your arms around his waist, “you need a drink to talk about marrying me?” You press a kiss to his lips and smile. 

Eddie holds your chin with his thumb and forefinger. “Nah,” he laughs. “I’d just like to ask without the kids badgering me. Not the romantic proposal I had in mind.”

Your eyebrows fly up in surprise. “You have a romantic proposal in mind?”

“What’s that, Luke?” Eddie calls out, trying to maneuver his way out of spoiling anything. “You need my help?”

“We didn’t say anything, Dad!” Ryan yells back. 

Closing his eyes and taking a calming breath, Eddie hears you giggle at Ryan’s damning reply. “Wasn’t talking to you, Ryan. I definitely heard Luke calling me.”

Now, it's Luke who chimes up. “Daddy, I—”

“Need me, yes I know!” Eddie calls, making his voice louder than normal to drown out any protests the boys might make. He presses a kiss to your lips. “Gotta see what the knuckleheads need.”

“How do the three of you always manage to get out of clearing the table?” you murmur to yourself as you begin picking up finished plates. 

Eddie heads down the hallway, but before he can get to the boys’ rooms, he turns into your shared bedroom and closes the door behind him. Locking it for extra precaution, he opens the closet and rummages around in the pockets of an old pair of jeans hanging in the back. His fingers land on the velvet box and he pulls it out. Stepping away from the closet and turning to face the light, he pops open the lid of the black velvet jewelry box. The shining silver engagement ring sits nestled in its pretty little pillow, the diamond catching the light coming in through the window and glinting around the room. 

“Hmm, now that they’re on to me, maybe I need to find a better hiding spot.” 

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[sunshine-luca]

[ 🍦 ] - going out for ice cream late at night (Izzy)

(i apologize in advance how dumb this is but this is literally how they all bullshit in my head at any given time in the day 🙃)

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[sometime in the future]

“God, you’re so boring now we can’t go out clubbing,” Luca complained teasingly, nudging Izzy with his shoulder. “You just had to go and get yourself knocked up, didn’t you?”

Izzy nudged him back, a dollop of her expensive gelato going flying as she did so. “Hey, it’s not like we’ll never go out dancing again. Besides, isn’t your man keeping you busy with work of your own these days?”

Luca scooped up another spoon of salted caramel ice cream. For a brief, insane moment, he’d considered trying something different like hokey pokey or choc chip but in the end, he’d found his favourite and had no interest in exploring other options.

A bit like how he felt about Ryan the first time they’d met. “Yeah, it’s been pretty fun. And Ry is really happy to be back in the air so much.”

“Is it weird? Having to step back now that Skye’s son is older?”

“Nah. I like having Ryan to myself to be honest. And plus, it means I can come visit your lame ass more often.”

Izzy blew a raspberry in his direction, making him laugh. He was teasing. There was absolutely nothing lame about Isobel Morrisini, queen of the Italian underworld and close ally to the O’Riain clan. She perched beside him on the edge of the penthouse’s private gardens, watching the eternal city that was Roma pass by below, beautiful and serene. From here, the ancient coliseum and scattered ruins were bathed in gold light. Luca loved visiting Izzy and Nico in Rome, but already he was homesick with the insistent tug calling back to the highlands and the stones.

“How far along are you now?”

Izzy rubbed her belly, the swell there only just starting to be obvious through the flowery sundress she wore. “Almost eight months. Sometimes it feels like it’s taking forever, sometimes I worry it’s going too fast. We’ve both wanted this so much.”

“I’m glad Vito’s gone now,” Luca said quietly, digging around for the last dregs of caramel. “You won’t have to look over your shoulder anymore.”

Izzy gave him a telling glance. “Nor you. Lainey’s gone?”

“Yeah. Ry dealt with her. I should have let him deal with her years ago when she first started her shit but I was… I dunno. I think I was kinda smug. I didn’t know she could be so dangerous.”

“I don't think anyone could have. But she’s gone now. They both are. Now we get to live the rest of our lives with the men we love.”

“Yeah,” Luca brightened then swung his legs around to climb off the edge. He helped Izzy up too. “God, if Nico sees you like this, he’s gonna freak.”

Izzy laughed. “Oh, he knows. He just knows better than to argue with me now.”

“Still, precious cargo and all that.” Luca gestured to her belly.

“Do you want to feel him kick?”

“What?”

“The ice cream must have woken him up. He’s moving around.”

Luca found himself morbidly curious. Not that he hadn’t been around babies, Kate and Skye pumping them out like it was going out of style, but it was another thing entirely to feel one moving around on the inside.

It kinda grossed him out a little.

Izzy laughed at the expression on his face. “Luca!”

“What! Sorry, I know it’s the miracle of creation and blah blah, but like, isn’t it just, fucking weird? Like… that. In… there. I’m-“

Luca pulled a face, only causing Izzy to laugh harder. “It’s really not that weird.”

“Not to you,” Luca sniffed, but he gingerly poked her belly, only for Izzy to roll her eyes and flatten his palm against the curve of her stomach. “This feels very hetero,” he muttered, only for Izzy to shush him.

At first there was nothing, then a tiny little flutter. His eyes widened. “Holy shit!”

“See,” Izzy looked smug. “Not so weird.”

“Wow. Okay,” Luca pulled his hand away. “So if it’s a boy, you’re gonna call him Luca, right?”

Izzy covered her mouth, trying to hide her laugh. “Um. No.”

“Come on, it’s a good name. And I totally just bought you that gelato and snuck you onto the roof so like, naming your first born after me totally seems like a pretty good deal.”

“Your husband’s black credit card bough the gelato,” Izzy corrected, sweeping past Luca in a swirl of flowing sundress.

He trotted after her, undeterred. “Do you know what Luca means? Bringer of Light. Ry says it's perfect because I remind him of sunshine. How cool is that?”

“Luca-“ Izzy started.

“See, just look how much you already love saying it.”

“Oh for god’s sake,” she melted against him, clutching his arm and finally giving up on holding in her laughter. He giggled right alongside her until they made it downstairs and back onto the street. Across the road, the gelato sign was still lit up in a neon glow and the two black cars flanked its shopfront, ready to take them home once they’d had their fun.

Izzy’s hand tightened on his arm. “You know. I’m not sure I’m ready to go home yet.”

“Aren’t your feet aching? And other pregnant lady stuff? Kate always complains about her back hurt-ow!”

Izzy pinched his side, hard. “You are such a brat.”

“I know,” he grinned then tugged her back across the street. “Come on, let’s get seconds then!”

#this is what happens when i just let them go #i take zero responsibility #feel free to throw in trash lol #also Luca: grossed out by reproduction in EVERY universe lmao

[countrymusiclover]

27 - All Riding Together

Part 28

Country Rancher

Tags @whateverthecostner @rosie-posie08 @kaycejdutton @kayceduttonn @kcloveswrestling @the-morning-star-falls @kaymudd @artoldfartsandunicornhearts @hcwthewestwaswcn

"Momma, are we really gonna ride with grandpa tomorrow?" Elsa asked jumping up and down like she had eaten a bunch of sugar.

Dallas was beside Ryan helping him load up his gear for tomorrow. It was where we would brand the cattle and sleep in just tents like real cowboys. That's what Lioyd told me once. Pulling my brown fur jacket closer around myself while tipping my brown hat up. "Yes sweatshirt. We will be going alongside your daddy. Now why don't you go play with your brother."

"I'm suprised you're letting them get on horses, baby." Footsteps approached from behind me with familiar arms wrapping around my waist from behind.

Leaning into his embrace I sighed in relief just enjoying the moment for a few seconds then turning around in his hold. "From where I stand you got on a horse young. Bree was riding horses at age ten if I remember correctly. I think it's time they start learning. I'll have Dallas ride with me and you can have Elsa." Draping my arms over his shoulders with a small smile.

"Sounds like a deal, Mrs. Dutton." He leans forward whispering in my ear making me blush. "Why don't you and I go spend our last night for a while in the bed."

Hitting his chest I tugged him back inside the main house knowing we needed to start packing our own gear. "We'll have time for that when we get back, Kayc. Let's go." Exiting the main house a few hours later I saw my father in law talking with his daughter and she had a very true point. That they didn't want to live beside him they simply wanted the land and for us to be gone.

"She's got a point you know. They want us all gone, John." I mumbled leaning against the stone wall watching his daughter leave heading towards a storage barn where Rip was getting supplies ready for Carter.

He sighed running a hand down his face staring at me longingly. "I just hope I can keep this for you and your children. I only have one son now and my daughter can't have her own children. So you're children will get all of this."

"I appreciate your work, John.." I trailed off twisting the fabric of my jacket knowing he was expecting me to give him some answer on me becoming livestock commissioner. I wasn't sure that Kayce should completely give it up. But I really wasn't sure if I would be good at the job. I was only used to be following what my husband thought was right for the cattle and horses because he was raised to do the job, not me.

The evening came sooner than I expected and I figured it would be an interesting dinner considering John had freed Summer and put her on house arrest here. Leaving her and Beth to most likely get into it sometime tonight. John was at the head of the table. Kayce and I took the chairs on the end. Carter was sitting next to Bree who had Rip on her other side and Beth beside him. Elsa was sitting on the other end facing her grandfather. Finally there was an empty chair on the opposite side of Dallas that Summer ended up taking being close to the governor like his daughter. Gator entered the room sitting down multiple trays of meat noticing Summer sitting at the table. "Oh I'm sorry ma'am. If I had known I would have made you something else."

"Give her what we feed the horses, Gator." Beth scoffed glaring across the table at the girl.

Biting my lip I forked some food on each of the twins plates so they were distracted with eating rather than watching what was about to happen. "Gator she'll be here for 6 months so could you make something that she can eat in the future?" John asked the cook.

"So uh what we have prepared here is an esuremain of game. There on the left vension-"

Summer interrupts him. "Which is to say a deer you shot that was just minding its own business."

"Yes that's right...beside that we'll have roast duck-" He started again but it didn't matter.

She asked a question intertwining her hands together. "Do you realize duck's mate for life?"

"If it helps I killed them both-"

She scoffed as I covered my mouth with my hands trying to not laugh at how ridiculous she was being. "It doesn't make it better. It makes its twice as bad. And what is this little creature that can't even feed one person?"

Kayce glanced at me then shifted his gaze to Bree and Carter who were just watching like the rest of us. "Actually I serve four per person.."

"So you kill four and what is this mystery?" Summer points towards the plate in front of her.

Gator slumped his shoulders and I felt bad for him that she wasn't being a very good guest. Because she could go back to prison if she liked. "Uh that's a dove."

"Dove, the bird of peace."

Beth sat down her napkin eyeing the girl. "Summer, let's you and I take a walk. Maybe I can educate you on our different ways of life."

"Our different cultures.." She snarled back letting her lead her out of the house.

Tate reached forward alongside my husband taking some of the duck from the plate. I forked some deer on mine about to take a bite until Elsa and Dallas both showed their empty plates. "Can we have seconds?"

"How about you let others get some first you two." Kayce chuckled through a bright grin.

Rip focused his attention back on his boss asking softly. "Sir, do you want me to go after them?"

"I think that's a terrible idea, Rip." John chuckled shaking his head getting some meat on his plate. I couldn't hold in my laughter anymore so I just start hitting my fist on the table hearing him tell Gator I'll have four.

Carter watched Bree raise her hand asking like she was in school. "Is there any cake tonight?" Everyone at the table just smiled and laughed at her innocent question.

"Yes granddaughter, Gator is making cupcakes tonight don't you worry." Her grandfather replied as Rip got up to go check on them outside. When he came back both girls were beaten pretty bad and you could see blood on their faces. Summer ended up just eating some mashed potatoes until John returned with a first aid kit.

After dinner I slowly sit down in the porch swing just looking up at the stars in peaceful silence until the front door gently closed. Turning my head that direction I smiled seeing my husband who sits down beside me. "Woah...I'm sorry about tonight. I didn't exactly want the twins to see that tonight."

"You've got nothing to apologize for, Kayce. You couldn't have known those two were gonna butt heads again." I smiled up to him running my fingers through his hair since he wasn't wearing his hat at the moment. He had put the twins to bed and told Tate and Bree to go to bed once they finished packing for tomorrow morning.

He sighed enjoying the feeling where he rests his head on my shoulder intertwining my freehand with his left. I crossed my fingers that tomorrow would just be about us and the family. Riding horses and doing what we loved and teaching that spirit into our four children. "If Carter and Bree try to share a tent I'm gonna punch him."

"He's a kid, Kayce." I scoffed not taking him seriously.

He lifted his head up not changing his facial expression meaning he was dead serious about this. "I ain't kidding darlin'. I'm not comfortable with the idea."

"Overall your just not comfortable with her growing up." I replied tucking hair out from in front of his eyes where he nodded softly yes.

We allowed the familiar silence to surround us again just watching for any shooting stars. He wrapped his arms around my waist tugging me to sit on his lap. Laying my head against his chest he put his chin on top of my head until I start giggling thinking back to our children all covered in chocolate from the cupcakes and how the twins were bouncing off the wall wanting to have more meat. "I can't believe our twins were eating like wild dogs. Tearing all that meat apart so easily."

"Yeah that was pretty fun. Summer would have probably thrown up at the sight. Don't you think Y/n?" Kayce chuckled with a huge smile and my heart swooned seeing him happy again.

Lifting my head up I softly kissed him. He leans into it resting one hand to cradle my cheek in his hand. "I agree with that, cowboy. I wonder who they got that instinct from hmm?"

"Don't act you wouldn't tear up my mother's biskets exactly like that." He teased me while twirling some loose strands of my hair in between his fingers.

Wrapping my arms around his neck I smirked when he leaned forward kissing me deeply. I moaned into the kiss twisting my fingers in his brown curls. But he broke the kiss before we got too heated and ended up making love tonight. "Let's get to bed darlin'. We've got a long ride on horse back tomorrow."

I am pretty sure it was four in the morning when we woke and everyone was there for breakfast including Summer. But nobody really talked and headed to saddle their horses. Tate and Bree were riding Lucky and Holly since they were old enough. Throwing my saddle over I tied it off quickly allowing me to pick up young Dallas and sit him in front of me on my horse once I climbed on. Moving my brown hat up Kayce was holding a sleeping Elsa against his chest riding his own horse. Glancing over my shoulder I saw Summer just standing off in the distance watching so I moved my horse to walk her way. "We could saddle you a horse if you've changed your mind."

"I already told John I don't want to ride a creature he forced into submission...but thanks for the offer Y/n." She grumbled giving me a weak smile crossing her arms over her chest.

Dallas yawned snuggling into my chest where I brushed hair from his face letting him sleep. "Summer, there's something you should know. I didn't know that I would enjoy working here, living here but I do. And do you know how I discovered that?"

"No." She shook her head staring up at me.

Tilting my head a little I wrapped one hand around the reins of my horse as he made a noise. Swinging his tail a little bit. "Because I tried something new to see if I would like it or not. You're parents may be vegans but it doesn't mean you are completely right. You have to try and see both sides of something. Just keep that in mind." Kicking my horse in the belly she walks over to Beth who I was joyed to see was coming with us even though she didn't like horses.

"I don't know what to do while he's gone...I don't know what to do when he's here." Summer bends her head down dropping her hands at her sides.

Beth glanced my direction where I nodded tipping my hat to her following to ride alongside Kayce. "Well I think you got that part figured out. Why don't you take a walk around this place. You'll understand us better. Tell me if there is a forest in America in better shape or more loved. Then tell me we're the enemy."

"You ready for this, Y/n." Kayce asked kicking his horse in belly starting the ride off.

Kicking my horse John lead the charge with Rip. Bree and Carter were riding in front of us so we were the last two on the riding trail. "I'm ready for anything so long as you and our family are with me Kayce." The wind blows through my hair as we focused our eyes on the land ahead of us.

Comments really appreciated ❤️

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🌺 Promise Flower | PJM 🌺

Synopsis: Jimin is a popular dance student and the best one at his university. Mina is a photography student and has known Jimin since high school. An idea for a photo project finds Mina getting closer to him than she ever has before. She learns how big his heart is, but also learns how closely he guards it. Every time she thinks he'll let her in, he pulls away again. Is it even worth the trouble?

Pairing: college student!Jimin x fem!oc

Warnings: depression, anxiety, panic attacks, alcoholism

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|| Ch. 18: Rage ||

The next day my mind is only on seeing Jimin. I’m not interested in anything going on in the house. I don’t even emerge from my room because I can already hear heated conversations going on downstairs. From what I can hear Ryan is bitching because my parents seem to have refused to give him money. I guess letting him stay here with his pregnant girlfriend free of charge isn’t enough.

Jimin and I agree to meet for lunch at a small restaurant in town. I decided to skip breakfast just so I can stay in my room until I get ready to leave. When the time comes I gather my things and get ready to escape hopefully without hearing a word from Ryan.

I make my way down the stairs and find everyone sitting in the living room watching tv and looking incredibly uncomfortable.

“I’m going to meet Jimin for lunch,” I say quickly heading for the door.

“Oh wait!” My mom says jumping up and going into the kitchen. “Can you give this to him to take home?” She comes out with a bag stuffed with a couple of pies. “I promised his mom I’d save her a pie so I saved her two,” she smiles handing the bag to me.

“You’re giving them two fucking pies?” I hear Ryan say in the distance. That’s my cue to get the fuck out asap.

“I’ll give it to him,” I say forcing a smile. “I’ll be back later.” My mom returns the forced smile giving me a knowing nod as I turn and walk out the door.

I hate this feeling of having to tiptoe around when this is supposed to be a relaxing time for me. It’s just the way things were when I was in high school and a big reason why I chose to go to a university 2 hours away.

I start to feel like I don’t have a way out and it brings me near tears as I’m driving to meet Jimin. I have to give myself a moment to breathe and fix my face before I get out of the car and enter the restaurant where Jimin is already waiting.

When I step inside and see his face posted up near the door I’m overcome with a wave of calm. It’s amazing what a picture of his face can do for my overall well being. It’s even better when I approach the table and see his smiling face. Nothing ever bothers me when I’m with him. He’s like a safety blanket that brings me calm and happiness no matter what’s going on.

“Hey, beautiful,” Jimin says as I sit across from him at the table. “What’s all of this?”

“My mom said she promised your mom a pie so she had me bring you two,” I chuckle.

“Nice. Thanks! And what else did you bring me?” He asks with a big smile looking at the gift bag I have.

“It’s nothing,” I say. “Just something for this really cute guy I know.”

“Is he cuter than me?”

“No one is cuter than you, babe.”

We exchange a few more cheesy lines before finally exchanging our gifts. He opens his first and smiles brightly at the sunglasses and beret. I live for the highly amused giggle he unleashes when he sees the cute baby chick socks.

“Now your turn,” he says with excitement. “Seeing what you got me now I wish I was able to get you something more, but I hope you like it.”

“You could give me a tree branch and I’d be happy.” I mean that. He doesn’t have to give me anything at all, I just enjoy him. His time and his presence are all I need.

I open the small box he presented to me and I’m in awe. Inside is a beautiful silver charm bracelet adorned with three adorable charms. One is a camera, another is a cat, and the last charm is a small bottle.

“It’s gorgeous,” I say pulling the bracelet out of the box to inspect it closer. “But…what’s the bottle for?”

“It’s a soju bottle,” he says. “A reminder of the first night we kissed.”

“Jimin, babe, I love it so much.” It’s not only beautiful, but each piece has meaning and that makes it even more special.

“Let me put it on you.” He grabs my arm from across the table and fastens the bracelet to my wrist. I may never take the thing off.

We enjoy our lunch together while telling each other how things went yesterday. I told him all about Ryan asking me for money and how things get more and more uneasy each day. I feel bad for airing out all of my frustrations and anxieties to him, but he never complains. He listens intently and each time I apologize for going on too much he tells me I have nothing to apologize for.

Knowing that I’m in no rush to go home after we’re done eating we decide to go sit in my car and continue chatting. Actually, we sit in the back seat and do more kissing and cuddling than talking. Either way there’s nowhere else I’d rather be right now.

Unfortunately we can’t stay here forever. It begins getting late so we both go our separate ways to have dinner with our families. He’s much more happy about his family dinner than I am mine. I even try begging him to let me have dinner at his place. He laughed it off and vowed to see me tomorrow, but I don’t think he understands how serious I am about not wanting to go home.

My safe place isn’t safe. He’s my safe place now and it makes my heart feel heavy when I have to leave my safe place to go home to a battlefield. My only other safe place is my apartment 2 hours away. I feel trapped and alone here when Ryan is around.

After sitting in my car in front of the house for 30 minutes, I finally gather the strength to take myself inside. I’m sure dinner is ready by now and my parents are waiting for me. I’m going in for them.

“Perfect timing,” my dad says as I walk through the door. “Dinner’s ready.”

“Oh, great,” I say trying to force a bit of enthusiasm.

As usual things at the dinner table are quiet and awkward. I can barely eat my food because I feel like I’m going to throw up. I hate this feeling. This feeling of having to use every ounce of strength in me to not fall apart. It’s exhausting and I’ve been feeling the physical effects of the stress more and more each day.

“Mina!” My mom says suddenly perking up. “What’s this?” She reaches across the table and brings my hand closer to her as she inspects the bracelet adorning my wrist.

“It’s the gift Jimin got me,” I say with a proud smile. The first smile I’ve cracked since I stepped in the door.

“It’s gorgeous, Mina! He did a good job. Look!” She pulls my arm closer to my dad to give him a look.

“Oh yeah, that looks really nice,” my dad says taking a quick look and smiling. There’s an entire world of other things he cares about more than jewelry, but he always humors us as long as we’re happy.

“Here we fucking go,” Ryan says annoyed.

“Don’t start,” my dad says under his breath.

“Did you give him the pies?” My mom asks trying to ignore Ryan’s comment.

“Yeah,” I say hoping this method works. “He said thanks and of course his mom will clean the containers out and get them back to you.”

“Of course,” she chuckles. “We’ve been passing the same containers back and forth for a few years now, I wish she would just keep them.”

“You two can’t be fucking serious right now,” Ryan says ignoring my dads warning. “I’ve heard more about this kid and his family than anything else. But when I say we need a little help getting on our feet Princess Mina tells me she doesn’t have anything, but comes back with some fancy little bracelet. Maybe ask your boyfriend for some money!”

“Ryan,” my dad growls.

“I’m not going to ask my boyfriend for money just to give it to you! All you’re going to do is spend it on booze and other bullshit! Maybe stop being useless for once and keep a job for more than two weeks!” The words fly out of my mouth faster than I can think. I’ve been holding everything in and it’s starting to spill out. I know I just poked a bear and instantly regret saying that. Now I know this can only get worse and my heart is beating terribly fast.

“You fucking bitch!” Ryan yells jumping out of his chair.

“Ryan!” My dad yells doing the same.

“No!” Ryan shouts. “You both always cater to her and kiss her ass all the time! You two never fucking cared about me! You don’t even care about your own grandchild! Your own fucking flesh and blood!”

“Did we not tell you you could stay here RENT FREE!” My mom yells. This is bad. When my mom starts yelling things are really bad. “We feed you and house you and don’t ask you for a thing!”

I feel like I’m losing oxygen despite how hard I’m trying to maintain a steady breathing pattern. My chest is getting tighter and tighter. At this point Keri and I are the only ones that haven’t gotten out of our seats. When I look over at her she gives me a shrug as if this is something that doesn’t bother her. I mouth to her asking if she’s ok and she gives me a smile and nods. What is she?

“If you can’t even be thankful enough for that,” my mom continues. “Then we can just as easily put you out!”

“Oh of course!” Ryan yells sarcastically. “You’re always trying to put me out for every little thing! But Mina can be here doing nothing but fucking her little boyfriend but you never want to threaten to throw her out!”

“Mina doesn’t bring trouble every time she’s here!” My dad yells with fire in his eyes.

“Right I forgot I’m always the trouble maker. I’m trying to get myself together so we can have a good life for our baby but all you people do is try to keep me down!”

“Have you been drinking?” My mom asks.

“Now this shit? You always accuse me of drinking!”

“Because you always are!” I yell still struggling with my heart rate.

“What do you fucking know!” Ryan says beginning to lunge towards me.

I get out of my seat on shaky legs but my dad grabs Ryan by the collar stopping him in his tracks.

“You fucking smell like booze!” My dad yells. “We told you we wouldn’t let you stay here if you started that shit again!”

I can’t feel my fingers. My legs are barely holding me up. Ryan is trying to convince my dad that he hasn’t been drinking, then trying to make them feel guilty about kicking them out when Keri “needs to rest” until the baby comes. It’s all too much.

“Are you going to put us out on the streets?” Ryan asks. “Are you going to have your grandchild born in the streets because you only care about Mina and her perfect little boyfriend?!”

“Jimin has nothing to do with you and your bullshit!” I yell using my last ounce of strength to defend my boyfriend. I’m sick and tired of him dragging Jimin’s name through the mud like this. I stand there with my fists clinched daring him to say something else.

“Why don’t you invite him over and I’ll fuck up that other leg of his. I bet he won’t be perfect then!”

Without a second thought I grab my plate and launch it right at his face. I don’t even give him a chance to react before I’m running out the door to the sound of my dad telling him he deserved it.

I jump in my car and drive off. Where am I going? I don’t know. I can’t feel my hands or feet. My entire body is trembling as I try my best to control my car. I can barely see straight and I decide to pull off into an empty parking lot to try to get myself together.

“Breathe,” I repeat to myself over and over again. “Breathe.”

I’m breathing. I’m not breathing. I think my heart rate is starting to slow down. My heart rate is increasing. I need air.

I open my car door and step out hoping the fresh air will help. My legs are still a bit shaky and weak so I lean my back against my car for some stability.

“I can’t do this,” I say to myself.

[Me]: I need you

[Me]: I need you so bad right now

[Me]: I feel like I can’t breathe

I send Jimin a string of texts along with my location. It’s only been about 2 hours since we parted ways earlier, but he’s all I feel like I have to put my mind at ease.

Actually now that I think of it he’s probably having dinner with his family. I instantly feel guilty and selfish for texting him in my panic expecting him to come to me when he’s spending time with his family.

The weight of everything is suddenly crushing me. My legs finally give out and I slide down the side of my car to the ground. I feel lost and alone and trapped. I don’t know where to go or what to do. Should I just leave and go back to my apartment? I would still have to go get my things from the house though. I really don’t want to think about going back there as long as Ryan is there.

My tears begin escaping my eyes and burning their way down my cheeks. My breathing hasn’t gotten any more stable and my heart feels like it’s going to explode right out of my chest. I’m crying and wheezing and my vision is fading again.

“Mina? Mina! Are you ok??” I look up to see Jimin running to me.

I try to speak but no sound comes out. All I can do is continue crying as he sits next to me holding me tightly.

“It’s ok,” he says. “I’m here now. It’s ok.”

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. For what I’m not sure. I just feel like I need to apologize for something. Maybe for calling him out here like this, or for once again letting Ryan get under my skin, or for leaving my parents to clean up the mess I made before running out of the house.

“You don’t have to be sorry,” Jimin says gently. “Just breathe, I got you.”

I nestle my head into his chest and take a few deep breaths. His scent is light and soothing. I’ve grown familiar with the way he smells, the shampoo and body wash he uses, I always love it. It covers me in a veil of security, while his embrace eases my tremors. His voice reminding me that he’s here gradually clears the fog of panic in my mind and brings me back to earth.

He continues holding me and reassuring me for a few more minutes until I’m able to calm back down. I’m able to breathe a bit lighter and the tightness in my chest is fading.

“Are you ok?” He asks again.

“I am now. Thank you.”

“What happened?” He asks drying my face with his sleeve.

“We had a big fight. Everyone was fighting. Everyone was yelling. I threw my plate at Ryan and ran out. I can’t go back there,” I say looking up at him with despair in my eyes.

I can tell he’s not sure what to say, but he continues holding me and that’s all I really need right now. He kisses my forehead and let’s me take my time to get myself together.

“I’m sorry,” I repeat. “I’m sorry for calling you away from your family like this.”

“I told you, you don’t need to be sorry,” he says. “I’m always going to be here for you so you can call me anytime.”

“I just couldn’t take it anymore. Ever since he got here I’ve been on edge. It just all boiled over tonight, but he kept pushing me!”

“I know,” Jimin says softly. “Do you want to sit in the car so you can get off the cold ground?”

I nod allowing him to help me to my feet. I had been so deep in my anxiety that I forgot thot I was even sitting on the hard parking lot concrete. He gets me into the back seat of my car and before getting in after he quickly runs to his car and returns with a bottle of water.

“Take a sip,” he says sitting in next to me and shutting the door. “I just want you to take it easy right now, ok?”

I nod again taking a sip from the bottle. I realize my throat is painfully dry, I’m sure from all of the yelling and crying. Jimin rubs soft circles into my back giving me a light massage.

A bit of time passes of us not saying much at all. He continues giving me his comforting touch and I keep sipping water and taking deep breaths. Every once in a while he’ll give me a light kiss on the forehead and continue reminding me that everything is ok.

“I don’t know what to do,” I say after a while.

“What can you do?” He asks. “It’s late, where could you go right now that would make you feel safe?”

“I don’t know,” I sigh. “Maybe I could sleep here in my car?”

“No,” he says quickly. “That’s not safe at all, I don’t want you sleeping in a parking lot.”

“Then I’ll go back to my apartment.”

“That’s a long drive.” He looks at me worried and I know he’s not exactly a fan of me driving two hours in the middle of the night.

“I can’t go back to that house, Jimin. I just can’t.”

“You need some rest before making that drive though. At least go back to get a little sleep then maybe leave early in the morning? You’ve been all worked up and crying, I don’t want you falling asleep or losing focus while you’re driving.”

“I know,” I whisper defeated. He’s right, I’m running on fumes at this point, and I haven’t even had much to eat either. Driving would be a bit of a risk right now.

Instead he stays with me until I feel good enough to go back to the house. I mean I don’t feel good about going at all, but I figure if I wait a few hours maybe everyone will be asleep, or at least in their rooms so I won’t have to face anyone when I go inside. Jimin is such an angel for staying with me deep into the night. I feel bad but every time I tell him he can go home he insists on staying by my side, which he did right up until he saw me drive out of the parking lot.

I take a few deep breaths before getting out of my car and quietly entering the house. All the lights are off which is a relief, it’s 1 am so everyone should be sleep.

I get to my room quietly closing the door behind me and lay across my bed. I just need to close my eyes and try to get a little rest. Tomorrow I’ll pack my things and leave, I just can’t stay here another day.

About 5 minutes after I close my eyes I start to hear voices. I think I’m losing my mind until I realize those voices are coming from Ryan’s room. I don’t know what he could possibly be doing at this hour, but he’s likely drunk and that’s the last thing I want to be around.

I wait hoping he stops, but his voice only gets louder and more angry. My anxiety starts to shoot up again when I hear him walk out of his room growling obscenities. I’m back on guard and jump out of the bed preparing for anything to happen. I start to panic when I hear his steps getting closer to my door and the only thing I can think to do is hide in my closet.

He forces his way into my room yelling incoherently and throwing my stuff around. He’s probably looking for money or something he can sell. Wouldn’t be the first time. He spends a few more minutes going through my stuff before he calls me a bitch and slams my door behind him.

When I feel the coast is clear I run out of my closet and begin throwing all of my things in my bags. I’m not going to make it through the night. I quickly scribble a note to my parents apologizing for everything and telling them I can’t stay while he’s here. When it seems safe I scurry out of my room with my bags, slip the note under their bedroom door and quickly go out to my car.

I send Jimin a quick text telling him I’m going back to my apartment. I apologize to him because I know he doesn’t want me driving this late, but I feel I have no choice.

I take one big breath and pull out of the driveway without looking back.

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