#thank you for proofreading zoe | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

fluentmoviequoter · 2 months

Text

Keep Living with Me

Requested Here!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x Andersen!cop!reader (r's mom is Captain Zoe Andersen)

Summary: You fell in love with Tim Bradford quickly, and he receives your mother's blessing to propose. After you watch your mother's murder, his plans are thrown off and he gives you a place to heal.

Warnings: spoilers for ep 1x16 "Greenlight," parental death (Captain Zoe Andersen), grief, panic attacks, nightmares. comfort at the end! not proofread

Word Count: 4.6k+ words

Picture from Pinterest

“Good mornin’,” Wade greets as he enters roll call. “Before we get started let’s give a warm welcome to our newest Andersen. Welcome, all the way from Chicago! I know your mom is here so we’re all too scared to give you any grief, but I hope LA treats you well.”

“Thank you, sir,” you reply, nodding to the officers beside you.

“Andersen?” Tim whispers.

“Captain Andersen’s daughter,” Bishop answers. “She was working her way toward detective in Chicago but transferred a few weeks ago. Wanted to be closer to her mom, from what I’ve heard.”

“Meaning that if you want to lay some Bradford charm on her, you’d have to answer to your boss,” Angela adds.

“Cute,” Tim replies, giving Angela a fake smile.

“You said it.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Officer Bradford,” you call, jogging to catch up to him. “I just wanted to say thanks for the assist back there. I don’t know how that second guy got past me, but I’m sorry for not paying attention.”

“It happens,” Tim offers with a shrug. “And it’s my job to have your back.”

“Doesn’t mean you don’t deserve some thanks every once in a while. I’ll let you get back to your rookie, but, seriously, thank you.”

“No problem.”

Tim doesn’t know exactly when it happened, but at some point, after you arrived in Los Angeles, he got attached to you. Now, he keeps an eye out for you and shows you a side of himself that very few people are lucky enough to meet.

Calling your name, Tim beckons you back to his side. “Let me buy you dinner? As a thanks?” he asks, squeezing his hands together nervously.

“Why would you be thanking me? You saved me,” you remind him.

“Just-“

“I’d love to. But I’m paying,” you answer, smiling before walking away again.

“Doubtful,” he murmurs to himself before returning to his shop.

✯✯✯✯✯

Two weeks after your first date with Tim, you smile at him over your shoulder in roll call. You haven’t told anyone about your feelings, and Tim is just as happy to keep your relationship private for now – that’s something he made clear from the beginning, private not secret.

“Bradford, Andersen, the captain wants to see you,” Wade says as he enters the room. Neither you nor Tim move until he adds, “I think that means now.”

Once the door is closed behind you, you promise, “I didn’t tell her.”

“Relax,” Tim demands. “It’s probably not about us.”

He opens the door to your mother’s office, and she points for both of you to sit. Pulling your hands into your lap, you fiddle as she looks at a paper on the desk before her.

“Care to explain?” she asks.

“Explain what, ma’am?” you reply.

“You’re in here as my daughter, though I’m not thrilled to learn you and another officer are dating without my prior knowledge.”

You look at Tim, but he seems content observing this confrontation.

“Mom, I-“

“It better be a good reason,” she interrupts. “Because it’s been weeks since Tim asked me if it was allowed.”

Looking over at Tim, your mouth gapes before you accuse, “You told her!”

“I had to,” he answers. “I wasn’t dealing with her wrath, as captain or your mother.”

“So, you’re not mad?”

“Why would I be?” your mom asks. “You chose the best of them.”

“Thank you, ma’am,” Tim says happily.

“Don’t think that makes you infallible,” your mother threatens. “I have a gun and I can fire you, and what I choose to do depends entirely on you.”

Tim nods severely, and they both chuckle when you release a relieved sigh.

“Congratulations,” your mom tells you. “I’m glad you’re happy, and I’ll see you both at dinner on Friday?”

Tim leads you out of the office, and you ask, “What’s Friday?”

“Probably a chance for everyone who loves you to threaten me.”

“Sounds fun.”

Tim reaches out for you, but you turn away quickly.

“You told my mother without telling me. No hugs for you until Friday.”

Smirking, Tim replies, “Yeah, you try holding out that long.”

✯✯✯✯✯

✯✯ 1 Year Later ✯✯

“I’ll be back in a few,” Tim tells you, kissing your forehead.

“Where are you going?” you ask, looking up at him from your spot on his couch.

“To get your favorite breakfast,” he answers. “Because I love you.”

“Be careful. I love you.”

After a year of dating, you and Tim easily acknowledge the depth of your feelings for one another. He makes you feel important, loved, and like the center of his world. It was easy to fall in love with Tim, yet every moment spent with him makes you happier.

While you wait on his couch, Tim heads to your favorite café. Fiddling with the box in his pocket, he smiles as he thinks of you. You’ve gotten to know him so well you have become practically impossible to surprise. (At least since he first told you he loved you, holding you close under a starry sky in the California desert.) This, though, should be the best surprise yet.

The bell over the door chimes as Tim enters, and he quickly finds the woman he’s here to meet.

“Good morning, Captain Andersen,” he greets, sitting across from her. She looks at him until he amends, “Sorry, Zoe.”

“It’s been a year, Tim, you’re going to have to get used to it at some point,” she teases.

“I will. I actually asked you to meet me here because I have a question about my future with your daughter.”

Zoe’s smile grows, sure that she knows where this is going. Tim removes the velvet box from his pocket and slides it across the table.

“I want to propose, ask your daughter to spend the rest of her life with me, but I refuse to do that without your permission. So, Zoe, my question is, will you allow me to marry your daughter? I can’t bring her half as much happiness as she brings me, but I will love her until my dying breath.”

“Tim,” Zoe begins, pressing the ring box back into his hand. “I would love to have you as a son-in-law; of course, you can marry my daughter. And if your proposal is anything like that, I can’t imagine her saying anything other than yes.”

“Is she going to cry?”

“Most likely,” Zoe answers with a laugh. “But you should get going before she gets suspicious.”

Tim stands with Zoe, pulling her into a hug as he thanks her. She reminds him that the family is having dinner together on Friday, and his standing invitation still stands.

“We’ll be there,” Tim promises. “And I’ll let you know when I pick a date.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim knocks on Zoe’s door a week later, entering her office and closing the door behind him.

“I’m proposing this weekend,” he tells her, smiling as he thinks of you.

“Take it easy this week, then. You want everything to be perfect,” Zoe reminds him.

“Yes, ma’am.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Are you okay?” you ask Tim. “You’ve been… different.”

“I’m great,” he promises. “Just ready for the weekend.”

You nod, unconvinced by his brush-off answer. Trusting Tim is easy, so you know he will tell you when he’s ready. As the day progresses, with IA reversals, celebrities, and an attempt on Nolan’s life, you’re not sure you and Tim will be able to talk about whatever bothers him.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you hear about the shots fired and the greenlight on Nolan, you don’t hesitate to meet your mother at the scene. Not telling Tim yourself wasn’t a conscious decision, simply the result of your adrenaline surging and concern for your fellow officers. Lucy is talking to Nolan as you approach, walking behind your mother, and you notice Tim standing to the side, sending him a concerned look.

“According to intelligence, you’ve bee greenlit by Southern Front,” Captain Andersen – no longer acting like your mother – announces.

“How’s a rookie get greenlit before me? I gotta step up my game,” Tim adds.

“It’s not a badge of honor, Bradford,” you reply, giving him a stern look.

“I was kidding,” he promises, his full attention on you.

Listening to the facts and learning why Nolan is being targeted, you know that finding the gang in a city as big as LA will be next to impossible. As your mom and Nolan leave, you rush to catch up with them.

“I’m coming with,” you announce.

“Officer Andersen, no,” your mom argues.

“I have more gang experience, I assisted in countless cases in Chicago. You need to let me help.”

Shaking her head, your mother gestures for you to join them. You know you’ll get yelled at, lectured, and, if you’re lucky, encounter the wrath of a concerned mother rather than an undermined captain when you get home later.

✯✯✯✯✯

“K-9 unit already swept the property,” Zoe says as she leads you and Nolan into his place.

“Uh, no, Ben left for New York yesterday. So, what’s happening here?” he replies.

“The DA approved a VARDA alarm. It bypasses 911, sends a red alert to all the cops in the area.”

“So, what’s next?”

“That’s up to you.”

“I mean, I can’t just go to work, right? I’d be endangering everyone who came within five feet of me.”

“Being a cop is being at risk.”

“You’re saying I should just report for duty, act like nothing happened?”

“I think we tell the criminals what to do, not the other way around.”

“No matter the consequences?”

“No matter the consequences. But, look, it’s up to you. No one is gonna judge you either way.”

“Yeah, right.”

“Nolan, this isn’t about bravery. You have a family. Any cop who’s ever worn a badge understands that. It seems the system is up and armed. We have a unit parked out front. Try to get some sleep.”

“I’ll stay,” you offer. “And I’m sure West and Chen are on their way.”

“You call me if anything happens,” your mom demands. “And make sure West and Chen know that, too.”

✯✯✯✯✯

The next day, when you and Nolan enter the station, Tim gives Nolan a nod of approval. The rest of the officers break into a round of applause, and Tim’s eyes move to yours.

“You need to be careful,” Tim mouths.

“I promise,” you reply silently. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Riding in the backseat of the shop, you listen to your mom and Nolan while thinking about Tim. Being careful has always been a priority, but knowing that you risk not going home to the man you love puts everything into perspective.

The radio comes on as dispatch announces, “7-Adam-15, possible 459 in progress, 1936 Kristol Lane.”

“7-Adam-15, show us responding,” Nolan responds. “I hate this. Feels like everyone’s fighting my battle for me.”

“City still needs policing,” your mom points out.

An engine revs behind you, and you glance out of the back window, quickly noticing the nondescript van behind you. “Uh, mom?”

She nods once, removing her gun from its holster as the van moves into the lane beside the shop. You and Nolan similarly prepare to defend yourselves. The van sits beside the shop momentarily before turning onto another road.

“Uh, that was…” Nolan begins.

“Exilirating,” your mom finishes.

“I was gonna say ‘terrifying.’”

“What if we meet in the middle and say ‘dangerous,’” you recommend.

“That’s a good choice too.”

“7-Adam-15, go to channel 2 for Sergeant Grey.”

“Andersen,” Zoe calls after switching to the proper channel.

“It worked,” Wade says. “Midas forced Cole to lift the greenlight.”

“I guess you are back to being just another rookie,” Zoe tells Nolan as he takes a deep breath.

“But maybe keep your guard up for a few more days,” you suggest. “Just because there’s no greenlight doesn’t mean you’re safe.”

“Does this mean this little partnership is over?” Nolan asks.

“We got a burglary call to take,” Zoe answers with a smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

Following your mom and Nolan into the open door of the burglary location, you take the left side as your mother goes straight, and Nolan goes right. Nolan turns off a radio before a flashbang is thrown into the room. You cover your ears and move toward an assailant before he throws you onto the floor, taking advantage of your disorientation as another man sticks a cattle prod to Nolan’s chest. You’re unsure where your mother is, but as your eyes close, you hope she proves she’s always been the best cop in your family.

✯✯✯✯✯

You regain consciousness first, but the men don’t seem to care about you as they watch Nolan. Handcuffed to wooden chairs with your backs to the pool, you don’t have many options to break free, so you can only hope that your fellow officers have noticed how much time has passed since you radioed a code 6 upon arrival.

Nolan groans as he wakes, and you can’t warn him to stay quiet before he’s noticed.

“Look who’s awake,” Cole says as he turns toward Nolan, holding up the electrical prod. “Packs quite a kick, doesn’t it? It’s got four times the voltage as LAPD uses. Could probably cook the eyeball right out of your skull.”

Leaning back, Nolan replies, “Look, look, I did not intend to disrespect Astrid, okay? Or you, okay? And I would be happy to apologize.”

“Too late for that now. Only way this ends is with you dead.”

Your mom chuckles, and your head snaps toward her as she continues, “Yeah, I, uh, I’d heard that you were dumb, but it is shocking to see it in person.”

“Dumb?” Cole repeats.

“Dumb,” you say with your mother.

“Who lured you into an ambush with a false surrender?”

“Does your father know that it was false? Huh, junior? I can’t imagine that revelation’s gonna go too well, huh?”

“I think it’ll go fine.”

“Oh, he’s dubmer that I thought. What’s my rank?”

“What?”

“Her rank, idiot,” you interject. “You should be able to tell by her uniform.”

“Who cares?”

“I have a feeling you will.”

“You put a hit out on a rookie,” your mom adds. “But two bars and a badge that says ‘Captain’? You’ve just crossed a line that anybody with half a brain would run screaming from. A line that even your father might whack you for crossing. Understood? So, let me tell you how this is gonna go. You and your little goonies are gonna-“

Cole lunges forward, pressing the prod against her. You pull against your restraints as she yells in pain.

“Hey! Cole! No!” Nolan yells. “Hurt me! Right? I’m the one you want hurt, right? Killing me, that’s trouble you can handle, okay? But not her. You need to let her go.”

“Do you think I’m dumb, too?”

“No.”

Cole looks back and forth between Nolan and your mother. When he moves toward her, you and Nolan yell, “No!” but can’t stop him from kicking her chair into the pool.

“No! No! No!” Nolan chants, fighting the handcuffs.

While you pull as hard as you can, attempting to break free, you begin tipping your chair back toward the water.

“If the line’s already been crossed, then there’s no going back. Which means non of you are walking out of here. As long as your bodies never turn up, the murder can’t be pinned on me,” Cole says.

Twisting in your chair, moving onto two chair legs, you watch your mother struggle underwater through blurry eyes, your vision affected by your tears.

“No, you’re wrong,” Nolan answers before offering to make a video apologizing to Astrid. “Just get her out first. Right now,” he adds after Cole agrees.

“No, you got to make the video first. Come one!”

“Nolan!” you grunt, hoping he makes this quick.

Turning back to look at the pool, you think your mother’s arm is free, and as she swims to the surface, pulling one of Cole’s “goonies” into the water, Nolan tips his chair to tackle Cole to the ground. You move toward the other man, unconcerned, when he points a gun at you. Headbutting him once you’re on the ground, you flinch when a gunshot sounds in the pool.

“No, no, no,” you repeat lowly, turning toward the water’s edge.

Your mom raises over the edge, shooting the man standing above you.

“Mom, no!” you warn as Cole reaches for his gun.

You and Nolan struggle against the cuffs, and when a bullet hits your mom’s neck, time seems to slow down. She presses a hand to the wound before she lowers back into the water.

“No!” you scream, your voice cracking with emotion. “No, no, stay up!”

“No, Cap-“ Nolan calls.

“Mom!”

Nolan breaks his chair and dives into the pool as you watch helplessly.

“Come on,” Nolan repeats, beginning chest compressions.

“Nolan,” you whisper, sobbing against the wet concrete beneath you. “It’s too late.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Nolan tells you to stay still while he breaks your chair, but with your attention on your mom, that should be the least of his concerns. He frees you, pulling one end of the handcuffs away from the chair so you can move.

“I’m so sorry,” he whispers.

“It- it isn’t your fault.”

You begin crying again, looking at the bloody water as you kick the pieces of the chair away from you. Releasing a pained yell, you move to your knees, sitting beside your mom as sirens approach.

Nolan is beside you, unmoving, until Wade places a hand on his shoulder. Tim rushes to your side, kneeling beside you as he pulls you up.

“It was Cole,” Nolan says.

Tim leads you away from the pool as the coroner moves your mom into a flag-covered coffin. As you follow the procession through the line of officers, you stop beside Tim, waiting for his nod before you continue.

After the coroner leaves and Wade dismisses everyone with instructions to find Cade, you avoid looking at Tim. You can’t fall apart until you catch her killer.

✯✯✯✯✯

When you walk into roll call the following morning, Bishop offers you her seat, and you gladly take the place beside Tim. He slides the black strap over your badge before taking your hand under the table. You stay behind the roadblock, letting Nolan and Tim approach Cole to make the arrest. Once he is in cuffs and in the back of a shop, you holster your weapon and keep your eyes on Tim.

He rushes to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you close as you cling to him.

“I’m sorry,” Tim says against your hair. “Do you want to go with them?”

Shaking your head, you move toward Tim’s shop, and Lucy nods as she finds another ride back to the station.

“I- I don’t know what I’m supposed to do without her, Tim,” you say when you’re alone.

“The hurt never goes away, but it lessens,” Tim promises. “And I’m right here.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Somehow, you manage to get through the funeral without falling apart. The moment you prepare to go home, to begin a life without her, that changes. You freeze on the sidewalk, looking back to the headstone.

“C’mon,” Tim murmurs as he approaches you. “You’re not staying alone tonight.”

“I can’t do this, Tim.”

“Yes, you can. Look at me. She loved you, and she wanted you to live and love, and do what you wanted to do. Do not let that monster take your life, too.”

Tim cups your cheeks, kissing your forehead as you nod.

“I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize. It- I can’t imagine what you’re going through, but you’re not alone, okay?”

“I know,” you whisper. “Thank you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

Tim holds you against his chest until you fall asleep, but you don’t get much rest before a nightmare wakes you. Slipping out of Tim’s arms, you walk into his backyard and close the door behind you. Sitting on his deck, you feel like you’re back in Cole’s yard, frozen and unable to do anything more than scream. Why didn’t you take action like Nolan? Get the gun somehow before Cole got away from Nolan? … Why didn’t you save your mother?

Pressing your hand against your mouth, you attempt to silence your cries, but you should have realized that Tim would notice the moment you left his side. He closes the patio door softly, sitting beside you.

“Can I come closer?” he asks softly.

You shake your head quickly, and your thoughts spiral. So many things could have been done differently, and maybe this is a sign that you should have never come to Los Angeles, never have become a cop and that you are the reason she is dead.

“Hey, hey, hey,” Tim calls, demanding your attention as he grabs your hand. “Breathe. Breathe with me.”

As Tim grounds you, you crawl toward him, letting him hold you as you fall apart in his arms. Crying into his chest, you eventually fall asleep again, and Tim whispers a promise that he will always be here for you.

✯✯✯✯✯

The first few weeks are the hardest as reality sets in, and you relive the moment. Tim never leaves your side, though, offering a hand to hold, a shoulder to cry on, or a reminder that you are not to blame. As the time between tears grows longer and you can look at pictures of her and smile, you decide you’re ready to return to work.

“Are you sure? If you need more time, that is completely understandable,” Tim replies.

“I’m sure. You told me not to let Cole take my life, and I’m ready to start living again.”

“Still room for me?” Tim asks with a smile.

“Loads of room for you,” you promise, leaning against him.

“Then I’ll be by your side the whole time.”

So, when you walk into work three months later, you assume that Tim is responsible for the round of applause and the “Welcome Back” banner hanging in the bullpen. You and Tim are both surprised by how easily you return to the station, smiling as you greet your friends and able to walk past your mom’s office with nothing more than a sad smile.

✯✯✯✯✯

After practically moving into Tim’s house after the funeral, you know where everything is. So, when he spills a drink while watching the game, unable to draw his eyes from the screen, he asks you to get him some dry clothes.

“Sure thing,” you reply, smiling at him.

Tim yells when his team scores, and you shake your head in loving amusement as you enter his closet. Moving a small basket to get a shirt from behind it, you accidentally knock something onto the floor. When you stand after picking it up, you realize that it’s a jewelry box. Opening it, you see the one thing you didn’t expect.

In the other room, one of the teams calls a time-out, and commercials begin playing. Tim realizes that you’ve been in the bedroom for a while, so he stands, stretching as he sets out to check on you.

“Did you fall into a-“ he begins, freezing when he sees you staring at the engagement ring.

“Sorry,” you say, snapping out of your shocked stupor as you close the box and put the ring back. “I knocked it off and didn’t think, uh, here’s a clean shirt.”

Tim grabs your hands rather than the shirt, stopping you before you can walk around him.

“I’ve had it for a while,” Tim explains. “I just- I could never find the right time to ask.”

Wiping a tear from your cheek, you press the shirt against Tim’s chest and ask, “Can you get dressed, please?”

“For what?”

“I need a hug, but you’re really wet.”

Tim laughs, changing right beside you before pulling you toward the bed. He rolls onto his side, looking at your face as you reach for him.

“What about the game?” you whisper.

“Who needs a game when I have you?”

“Well, if you’re not using the tv,” you begin, trailing off.

Tim sighs, kissing your cheek as he reaches over you for the remote. He turns on your favorite movie, inviting you to lay against his chest as you cuddle against him.

“Yes,” you say a few minutes later.

“Yes what?” Tim asks, looking down at you.

You pause the movie, rolling toward Tim to look up at him as you lay your chin against his chest. “If you proposed, I would say yes. No matter when or where.”

Tim smiles, and you decide to watch him rather than the movie.

Considering what his proposal may be like, you whisper, “I wish my mom was here.”

“A few months ago, I left to get breakfast, and then I was acting different the rest of the week. Do you remember that?” Tim asks. You nod, and he continues, “I went to see your mom that day. I showed her the ring and asked for her permission to propose. She told me that I had her blessing and she’d love to have me as a son-in-law.”

Tim smiles as he remembers Zoe's excitement after learning about his plans.

“I was going to propose the weekend that – that she died.”

“She loved you,” you remind him as he brushes his thumbs over your cheeks.

“And I love you.”

✯✯✯✯✯

“Get dressed,” Tim whispers in your ear as the movie ends.

“What?”

“Put clothes on. Unless you want to go to dinner wearing that,” Tim replies, gesturing to your well-loved pajamas. “Not that you don’t look beautiful, of course.”

“Move,” you mumble, pushing past him to reach the dresser he emptied for you after the funeral.

As he drives you to dinner, you watch Tim’s profile, feeling like the luckiest, most loved woman ever. He stops at a park, exiting beside a tree covered in fairy lights. Walking to the passenger door, he takes your hand and helps you out of the truck.

“Tim, what is this?” you ask.

“Something I should’ve done before,” he begins, kneeling. He looks into your eyes, reflecting the lights above you as he speaks. When you say yes, crying just as Zoe said you would, Tim stands, pulling you into his arms before sliding the ring onto your finger.

✯✯✯✯✯

“Hi,” you greet, lowering to sit in the grass. You look at the sparkling ring on your finger and smile. “Tim proposed. I- I wouldn’t have seen it coming if I hadn’t found it in the closet.”

The wind blows, wrapping around you like a comforting hug.

“He told me that he went to see you and you gave him your blessing. I know you loved him, and you knew how much I loved him, but… sometimes I feel like I don’t deserve him. He singlehandedly held me together after that day with Cole. And I don’t want to receive more than I give.” Leaning toward the headstone, you read your mother’s name and ask, “What do I do to show him I love him?”

“He knows,” Tim answers, approaching with flowers. “May I join?”

You smile, inviting Tim to sit with you at your mother’s grave. He lays the flowers against her headstone before wrapping his arm around your shoulder.

“What are we talking about?” he asks.

“Us.”

“That’s my favorite topic.”

As you fall back into conversation with your mom, and Tim joins you, you feel like your mom is sitting across from you. With her love and Tim’s, plus all the love you have to give, you know you will be okay. Great even, you think as you lean against Tim, and the sun glints off the ring on your left hand.

#tim bradford x reader #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford the rookie #tim bradford #requests #fem!reader #tw: death #cw death #tw parent death

253 notes · View notes

royallyprincesslilly · 11 months

Text

Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot}**

Title: Plus Baby Makes Three {One-Shot} **

Lewis Hamilton x GF Reader

Words: 5.8k

Warning: Mild Angst, Fluff, Fun & Games, NSFW, Mild Breeding Kink, Preggo talk, Preggo Prank, Preggo Fic, Crude Language, Dirty Talk

Summary: It was supposed to be a retaliation prank. A simple, easy prank to get back at Lewis for the one he’d pulled on you months before. You didn’t expect it to turn out like this.

As always, thank you for reading.

If you enjoyed this, please, LIKE, COMMENT, REBLOG!!

***NOT Edited/Proofread***

Your entire relationship with Lewis had been a never-ending frat party. You enjoyed the same pastimes, including video games, nature, traveling, and pranks.

Hell, your relationship had started on a prank you'd done to your friends pretending to be in the middle of getting it in when they walked in. Everyone's reactions were the same "finally". You both were speechless as they all confessed they knew it was a matter of time before you saw the sparks and finally did something about it.

After admitting it was all a prank you were alone later that night when your first kiss happened. That torpedoed into your first night together. Hence beginning a beautiful, fun, and stress-free relationship

Now 3 years later, things were still going strong. You pranked each other often, a few of those pranks playing out through social media.

Everyone loved your relationship even the diehard Lewis thirsters who wanted him for themselves. They saw how happy he was with you and how unproblematic you were and fell in line to support you.

It had been a while since you pranked him and you could tell he'd lowered his guard. You’d spent weeks laying the groundwork. Weeks dropping hints and playing up faux symptoms and your period symptoms just to make this an easy sell.

You decided this would be a perfect thing to record so set up your filming equipment that you used for your gaming streams and makeup vlogs then got yourself ready.

"You are evil for this."

Snorting, you dropped onto your back and cackled.

"It’s not that bad."

"Not that bad? Y/N he is going to flip. I just don’t know what, a table or himself."

You laughed some more. Your best friend, Zoe was right. It was really 50/50 how this would go. You suspected it would be on the flipping-a-table side though. You hesitated momentarily, wondering if you should reformulate and try again. However, within seconds you committed.

You attached the ultrasound picture that you'd gotten from a lesser-known pregnancy website and edited with an arrow pointing to the blip of an embryo. You’d inserted a few words onto the picture.

"Little Hamilton says hello and can’t wait to meet you guys".

After scanning the picture again for typos and to make sure it all looked good, you started on your caption.

"What are you going to write?"

"Short and sweet right? Anything extra will be suspicious. Let's see. Ummm...ooh I know."

You began and read it aloud as you typed.

"I wanted you guys to find out at the same time as @lewishamilton. Omgg guys 🥺. I am so excited.🤗 Thank you @lewishamilton for this incredible gift. I love you more than words can say and am so happy and honored to be on this journey with you. Can't wait to meet you baby Hamilton. You are already loved so much.❤️🤰🏽👶🏽🍼 #babyhamilton2024 #surprisewerepregnant #bunintheoven

#babybyhamilton

#heshotupmyclub

#sunsoutbutthisbunisstillcooking #filledwithlove #coming2024

"Oh my god. The world is going to lose their shit," Zoe said.

"The world? He's gonna lose his shit. And---posted."

You turned your notification sound all the way up then placed your phone beside you and picked up the TV remote.

"Ready? Let’s see how far we get."

You pressed play on the movie you guys had selected on Prime and settled in. Before the movie had even gotten past the black screen, your notifications went blaring one after the other at rapid fire.

"Holy shit, your bestie squealed.

By the time the opening credits showed up, your phone began chiming with texts.

"Oh my god, barely 2 minutes. Is it Lewis?"

You looked while being very careful not to go into the messages. You wanted to play this very calm, cool, and collected. Sure enough, there was Lewis' name with the circled number indicating how many unread messages remained, increasing with each second.

"Oh my god. He is flipping out I bet."

You put it down and cackled. It was no use playing the movie because with the rapid-fire sounds from your phone, it would be impossible to pay attention. You didn’t click into Lewis' messages and instead read what showed up in the preview.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your texts? Baby? You just posted that no way you walked away from your phone. Are you okay?

You snorted then went into IG to look at your post. It already was well into the hundred thousands of likes. The 4th comment, Lewis', had you pinching your lips.

"@y/nthaunicorn what?! This isn’t the kind of thing you post on social before telling me.

You giggled and continued reading the comments replying to him with congratulations and you’re going to be an amazing dad. The number of #mercedesbaby and #babygoatcoming hashtags only made you roll more.

The man was going to learn today that his last prank was too far. He'd canceled your appointment with your OBGYN and had one of your friends pretend to be you to make your appointment as a pre-pregnancy appointment with the intention to conceive.

Lo' and behold, when you’d gone to the appointment you were confused why your doctor was going over your estrogen and progesterone levels and checking the placement of your uterus. When she mentioned that you were in good health and should have no problems conceiving, you nearly passed out.

You tried to tell her you had no intentions of planning a pregnancy but she took it as you getting cold feet to which she then spent a lot of time trying to soothe your “fears”. When you went home with prenatal vitamins and a calendar on your best days for conception Lewis played along saying he was on board if you really wanted a baby.

He was so supportive about it that he freaked you out. He kept the ruse going so long that while you made love that night his whole dirty talk was about putting a baby in you. It was a slight turn on which shocked you because babies weren’t a topic you'd spent a lot of time talking about. For the most part, it took you off guard.

The following morning over breakfast was when he came clean. The way he cackled and ran around the house clearly pleased with himself was so over the top that you silently vowed revenge. You would make him rue the day.

Today was his retribution.

Your phone rang and Lewis' name appeared on your screen. You chortled and stared at the camera as it rang out. The man it feels good to be a gangster sound played in your head while your face evilly smirked. Seconds later, a message from him came in.

MSG Lewis: Why aren’t you answering your phone?

MSG Lewis: Are you okay?

MSG Lewis: Is this real? Are you being for real?

MSG Lewis: Did your IG get hacked?

MSG Lewis: Y/N!

Another call came in and again it was him. Zoe laughed loudly as she wiggled her legs in the air.

"He is losing his shit!”

MSG Lewis: Y/N. Jesus Christ. You're killing me. Pick up the phone baby.

You snorted. He was realizing assertiveness was not going to win. Now he was trying sugar.

MSG Lewis: Sweetheart. Are you pregnant? Is that why you've been sick lately?

MSG Lewis: Why you've been feeling so bloated?

MSG Lewis: Your boobs!😮 Oh shit. Why aren’t you answering?🥴

His texts came in one after the other each one more and more panicked. You just sat back and let him make his descent.

Placing another guac and salsa dipped chip into your mouth, you read the previews of his messages.

MSG Lewis: A baby? Our baby. Oh my god.😳

Your phone rang again, and again you let it ring out. A few minutes later, you got the notification of a voicemail. Once you hit play on the message, his voice came in and you and your bestie listened in.

"Y/N, I don’t know why you’re not picking up and it’s freaking me out a little. You know how I feel when I can't reach you, especially after what happened that last time.”

At that, you perked up because he’d nearly had a panic attack the last time he couldn’t reach you and it was because some paps were chasing you in your car nearly making you crash. He’d had to show up at the police station dropping everything. The pause in the message made you get ready to swipe to your phone app, but then he continued.

“I thought about it for a while and figured maybe you’re afraid to talk to me. Maybe you’re scared that I’m going to be angry or disappointed by the news. Maybe you think I’ll tell you to terminate or that I'm not ready. I thought about it and I wish I was there with you right now instead of halfway across the fucking world. Fuck.”

His sighed in a hefty huff.

“I wish I could hug you and hold your hand and tell you while looking into your eyes that it's going to be okay and that I’m not angry. I’m not disappointed.”

Your brows rose. He wasn’t, you questioned.

“I’m surprised, yes. So fucking surprised. I didn’t think this would happen and never really thought about the possibility of it happening which is so stupid because we don't use condoms. Like at all. I’m shooting your club up every day, multiple times a day. Why wouldn’t it be possible?”

You pinched your lips as your friend gave you a look that said she wasn’t surprised how y’all got down. You rubbed your brow to avoid her side-eye. It wasn’t that you were ashamed. You weren’t it was just embarrassing. You took a few sips from your cherry limeade and continued listening.

“Uggh, I’m rambling. I'm not mad and I wish you’d pick up the phone and let me tell you that plus how much I love you and want this."

A spray of cherry limeade shot from your mouth through the air, "What!!”

You bolted up in shock with wide eyes and a racing heart.

"A baby. Our baby. A piece of you and me. We didn't plan this, but we've been given this soul for a reason, and I am going to welcome and love them with everything I have. I’m going to be there 100 percent. You’re not in this alone, you have me. Call me, please. I love you so much."

Your eyes were wide. Had you heard him right? Was he actually happy about this? Your head snapped to your friend who was also wide-eyed.

“Well shit, plot twist!”

“Was he--.”

“Happy? Yep.”

“Did he say--.”

“He wanted this? Oh yeah.”

You went over the message in your head again.

“Was he--.”

“The sweetest and cutest about it? Yes. Oh my god, Y/N.”

You played the message again and listened to it in its entirety. You didn’t stop at once, or twice. You listened over 5 times but each time you were still flabbergasted by his words.

“Oh my god.”

“Well look on the bright side—he’d never be one of those asshole deadbeat celebs trying to make their girl get rid of a baby they helped create.”

“Why does he want this? Why isn’t he mad? We haven’t really talked about kids. This is so out the blue?”

“You want him to be mad?”

You paused and thought about it. Any other answer besides no was ridiculous. This was an ideal reaction if the situation was real. This was how every man should react to an unplanned pregnancy. He was being major goals right now and it made your heart swell with love and pride.

Your notifications went off some more and you checked them to find some of his fellow F1 drivers commenting about the news. They all were sweet and thoughtful, which made you think again about this prank.

“Shit. How do I tell him it was a prank now?”

Zoe laughed loudly. “I suggest starting with apology head then let him shoot your club up for real and voila baby.”

You smacked her across her stomach while kissing your teeth.

“Be for real.”

“I’m being as for real as your man is.”

A text notification came in then.

MSG Lewis: The jet will be landing in a few hours. It’s not planned but come see me this weekend. I really want to be close to you right now.

“Oh my god.”

Your friend laughed again as she teased you about your prank gone completely wrong.

~~~~~~~~

Just as he’d said, Lewis’ jet arrived 4 hours after he’d texted. The call from the pilot came at nearly midnight. You were packed and ready for the weekend with a possible week’s extension, but you were also still debating how you were going to make this right. He thought he was going to be a father and that prospect had him in his feelings. You felt horrible.

MSG Lewis: Did the pilot call?

You’d replied to his text after the message about spending the weekend with him because you knew staying quiet longer would make him more anxious. You were messed up, but you weren’t cruel.

MSG: Yeah. Guess I’ll see you in a few.

MSG Lewis: Don’t be scared. Everything’s going to be all right. I love you.

“Uugh. I’m an asshole,” you said, hanging your head.

The chauffeured car took 40 minutes to get to the airfield and the whole time you tried to come up with a way to easily let him down. If he had been angry you would have been obnoxious with it and laughed in his face, but seeing how sweet he was about it there was no way you could now.

Of course, the flight to Barcelona didn’t take long. The pilot even had the audacity to cut what was a 2-hour and 20-minute flight to just 2 hours flat. The nerve! The whole flight your nerves toiled which made your stomach uneasy. Nothing helped, not ginger ale, 7-up, Sprite, cranberry juice, tea, nor sports drinks. You suspected it was your anxiety manifesting in an upset stomach, so you didn’t stress the flight attendant with helping ease it.

Now it was 3am Barcelona time and you were steadily approaching the penthouse that Lewis was staying in. The closer you got the more nervous you got. When the car began to slow down in front of a cute building with adorable Verona-style balconies you groaned. It was time to face the music. The driver unloaded your bags and helped you inside to the door. As he was about to ring the bell you stopped him and told him you could take it from there.

Once you were alone in front of the door you took a few breaths and tried to get control over your nerves. Before you could ring the bell though, the door opened and there stood Lewis in a white sleeveless T-shirt and grey sweat shorts. Instantly you pouted and waited for him to speak first.

“C’mere,” Lewis said holding open his arms for you.

Without hesitation you rushed into his arms and allowed him to hold you.

“It’s okay,” he whispered as he stepped back into the penthouse taking you with him.

He lifted you off your feet and carried you inside. When he placed you down on a soft couch, he kissed your forehead.

“I’ll be right back.”

Lewis disappeared for a few minutes. You assumed he was bringing in your luggage and rolling them into the bedroom. By the time he came back, you still had no idea what to say. He kneeled in front of you and lifted your chin.

“I’m glad you’re here. I missed you.”

Your stomach churned then and you clasped your hands over your mouth while gagging.

“What’s wrong?”

You pointed to your throat, and he got it instantly. Lewis rushed through the halls showing you to the bathroom. Dropping to your knees, you allowed every drink you’d consumed on the flight to empty into the toilet. As you retched Lewis dipped beside you and rubbed your back like the perfectly sweet man he was. It only intensified your “you ain’t shit” feeling and you began crying.

“What? What’s wrong? It’s okay.”

“I’m sorry.”

“No baby. Don’t say that. It’s not your fault. It’s okay. There’s nothing to be sorry for. It’s a baby, a blessing. Not the end of the world.”

You cried more and repeated your sorries. It was all you could get out. You remained on your knees in front of the toilet vomiting with Lewis rubbing your back and whispering soft words to you promising everything would be just fine. After, he got you in the tub and washed your body for you as you relaxed against him. He rubbed every knot out of your muscle, massaged every tension from your scalp, while making your skin gleam and glow.

When he got you in bed he topped it all off with a body massage from head to toe. You didn’t deserve it at all. When you laid on his chest, you tried to find the words.

“Lewis,” you began with a meek voice.

“Princess.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Stop apologizing. I don’t know when along the line of our relationship you got the impression that I was some asshole who would be angry about something like that. I’m not,” he assured.

“You’re not an asshole. I’m the asshole.”

Lewis rolled over to peer into your eyes. “What?”

“How? Why?”

“I—I lied,” you quietly finished.

“Lied? About what?”

“The baby.”

You watched worry and fear wash over his face.

“What do you mean?”

“It—it was supposed to be a prank.”

Lewis rushed a breath out then dropped on his back to stare at the ceiling.

“It was supposed to be payback for your last prank on me with my OB appointment. I didn’t expect you to take it like this. I thought you’d be mad and freak out a little. I didn’t think that you—want it.”

He was so quiet and so unreadable right now you worried he was really hurt.

“I’m sorry baby. I feel like shit now. I didn’t mean to--.”

“So you’re not pregnant.”

“No,” you quietly replied.

Lewis scoffed, covered his face. “Wow.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

“Wow. Wow. Wow. I was really—I truly—jeez.”

He sat up and stared out into the darkness. You didn’t know how to make this better. You could sense his disappointment, sense his hurt that it wasn’t real. You were speechless and so confused about how long he’d been secretly wanting a baby. Right now didn’t feel like the right time to inquire though.

“Okay. You got me.”

You leaned forward to study his face. “That’s it?”

“Yeah. You got me. I really thought you were pregnant, especially with the way you’ve been acting the last few weeks. Ha! Good one.”

“You’re not angry?”

“Angry that you had the balls to prank me like this or angry that you’re not pregnant?”

You thought about it for a quick minute. “Both.”

Even he looked to think about it. “I’m not angry about the prank. I'd been wondering what you’d do to get me back, but I let my guard down. It was a good prank, ballsy, especially putting it on social but it was good,” he explained.

“And the other?”

“I wouldn’t say I’m angry you’re not pregnant. I’m—disappointed. I should be relieved because as you know our lives right now are chaotic. You with your business, me, and F1. Adding a baby in now would be nuts.”

You heard a but. “But?”

Lewis chewed the inside of his mouth for a few moments then he laid back down. “But the longer I sat with it and thought about what it meant the more I wanted it. I wasn’t mad, or freaking out for the most part, I was relieved it was with you.”

Your heart melted. You rolled on top of him and splayed yourself across his chest. “I’m sorry baby.”

Lewis wrapped his arms around you and traced his fingertips up and down your bare spine.

“How do you feel about a baby—our baby?”

You thought about it for a few moments dividing points into pro and con columns in your head.

“I understand what you’re saying. Our lives are hectic right now. You just signed a contract extension with Mercedes which means more racing, more time away from home. My lingerie line has been blowing up and I just opened a second store location. Things will only get more and more hectic.”

“I want us both to be present,” Lewis added.

“Yeah.”

A contemplative silence filled the room. Both of you were lost in your own thoughts.

“Do you want to have a baby with me, though?”

Your head popped up meeting Lewis’ eyes.

“Only you. No one else.”

A smile slowly spread across Lewis’ lips.

“Only you, no one else,” he repeated.

You kissed him gently and that kiss intensified within seconds. Soon your hands were pushing down Lewis’ shorts with urgency needing to get closer. You were already bare for him, but he needed to catch up. Once his shorts were rumpled at the foot of the bed, you straddled his hips and lowered yourself on his ready and waiting member.

Both of you sighed out in unison relishing the pleasure you only found in each other. As you slowly rocked back and forth on him, Lewis’ hands gripped your hips helping you move. Bit by bit he picked up the pace taking full control of the way your body moved. Back and forth, round and round, up and down.

When you began bouncing on him, Lewis abandoned your hips to cup your breasts. His moans filled the room as his eyes drank in every inch of you. In no time, you felt your orgasm creep up on you. Lewis flipped you onto your back, placed your ankle on his shoulder then took over. That was the final push to send you over the edge.

“Fuuuuck!”

“Mmm!”

Lewis brought your other leg to join the first then held you off the bed as he flicked his hips forward with such force the bed jerked giving the craftmanship a run for its money.

“Yes, baby. Right there!”

“Yeah right there? Like this?”

He slowed his moves, then pulled out fully only to slam his hips into you filling you to capacity. Every time he did it you yelped unable to control yourself.

“Like that?”

“Yes!”

“Mmm, I’m going to fill this sweet little pussy up. You’re gonna be so fucking full of me you can’t walk.”

Lewis ground his hips against you making you feel how impossibly deep he was. Instinctively, you pressed against his abs hoping to keep him at bay, however, he wasn’t having it. Lewis dropped your legs, hovered over you then began rocking into you in the most artful way. His body rocked, ebbed, flowed, rolled, and torpedoed you into yet another release.

As you clenched around him, Lewis groaned.

“So fucking tight. You loving this dick baby?”

“Yes, I love your dick baby. Fuck me.”

“Fuck you’re gonna make me cum, you’re so beautiful when you take this dick.”

You cupped your breasts, holding them out like ripe fruit for him. Lewis dipped down and bit down on your nipple making you wetter than ever.

“Fuuuuuck!”

Lewis lowered his lips to your ear as he fucked into you. “You’d look so fucking pretty with my baby in you. Makes me want to fill this tight cunt up.”

“Fill me, baby. I want your hot cum, I want it now," you whined.

Lewis locked eyes with you just as his hand wrapped around your throat. Rolling your eyes to the back of your head, you let him use you as he wanted.

“You want me to cum deep in this pretty pussy?”

Yes!”

“You’re gonna keep every fucking drop, right where I put it.”

“Fuck Lewis, I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum with me princess.”

His thrusts sped until you were seeing stars and rainbows. It was an impossibility, but it was what you saw. Your moans matched, desires synced and desperation for one another took over. Lewis flicked his hips forward then came so hard and so deep his grunts were all you heard as he released stream after stream. Your body broke out into shivers at the thought of him intentionally trying to knock you up.

Lewis pulled back and dropped his attention between your legs. Slowly he pulled out only to shove himself back inside. It was like he was trying to keep every single drop of himself inside of your body.

“Fuck baby, this pussy looks so good with me dripping out.”

“How good?”

“So good I’m gonna fill you again.”

With that, Lewis crashed his lips to yours and in seconds round two had begun. You felt sorry for him tomorrow because he would be useless with how little sleep he would have gotten. He didn’t seem bothered in the least though. His only thought was fucking you into oblivion until he’d planted a seed.

The next afternoon, you woke alone with a note on Lewis’ pillow.

“See you on the paddock. Love you.”

You sat up and a sea of nausea filled you. Quickly you ran to the bathroom and heaved the contents of your stomach into the toilet. For the life of you, you couldn’t understand what was going on. You’d confessed about the prank you weren’t anxious anymore. Why were you sick? Could it have been jet lag? You’d never experienced nausea with jet lag before and the flight was only 2 hours long. As you went through the possibilities, you continued to heave.

After 20 or so minutes, you got back into bed with your phone and began googling reasons for nausea when first waking. You’d barely put your head on the pillow before the first result popped up. The result had you bolting upward with wide eyes.

“No fucking way.”

You kept scrolling but your mind still lingered on the first result. You thought back over the last weeks to a month trying to debunk it. You’d only made it a few seconds before your eyes widened even more. You swiped open your love tracker and scanned through the last few weeks. There were so many red colored in boxes, that signified every day you’d been intimate, throughout the month you began to panic.

“No way. Right?”

You sprang out of bed and hurried to get dressed. As you did, you tried to find the closest drugstore. In record time you found yourself in the back of the chauffeured car that Lewis had left behind for you to get to the racing grounds. As the car zipped through traffic, your brain was going almost as fast as a Mercedes race car. You were afraid to put your hat in any basket because you just didn't know what was going on.

With your dark sunglasses on and one of Lewis’ bucket hats tipped low, you dipped inside the store and did a once around the store to be sure no one had recognized or noticed you. You then walked in the general vicinity of where those items rested. If you were a NASCAR driver and this was a pit stop, you would have been the fastest back on the track. In less than 5 minutes you were back in the car and headed back to the penthouse.

Soon you sat in the bathroom at the edge of the huge porcelain tub staring at the 14 boxes of pregnancy tests. You couldn't decide on which one, so you bought 2 of every brand, 5 from brands you knew and the other 2 from unheard-of probably local brands. With a large juiced vegetable and fruit blend in hand, you attempted to finish it off. Since you'd returned another bout of nausea hit you that took nearly 30 minutes to pass.

Right now you were stalling. You had to pee so you could easily take them but it was the thought that crippled you. Right now the unknown felt like a comforting place to be. In 10 or so minutes you would either be disappointed or happy. You were in Lewis' shoes in reverse.

You sighed, guzzled the rest of the juice, then slammed it on the sink counter as a wave of determination filled you.

“Okay, Okay, okay. I got this. I got this. I got this!”

You grabbed the disposable mouthwash cup then tackled it head-on. Once you’d finished and ripped open every bod, you dripped the tips into the cup and laid them all out on the counter. You’d told yourself to sit right back on the edge of the tub, but your legs would not obey. So, you paced the room. Back and forth, back, and forth, round and round, corner to corner, wall to wall.

By the time your phone went off indicating time was up, you were perched on the porcelain tub staring out to nothing thinking of everything. You remained there for a minute more trying to control your breathing then you stood and approached the mess of tests on the counter in organized chaos.

Hyping yourself, you took the first up and stared at the window. Your breath hitched and you moved to take another test up. Glancing at it, you were met with the same answer. You sifted through the tests, taking them up, looking at the results, and moving to the next. You checked once, then twice and every single one of them mirrored back one collective and cohesive—positive.

“Plot fucking twist,” you said.

Your phone sounded making you open your messages to see Lewis’ name.

MSG Lewis: Feeling better?

You scoffed. His timing was impeccable. You took another calming breath before you replied.

MSG: Not much but I’m okay.

MSG Lewis: Still throwing up?

MSG: Here and there.

MSG Lewis: You can stay in bed today. I’ll see you after.

MSG: Not a chance. I’ll be there. Wouldn’t want to miss your P1.

MSG Lewis: Don’t push yourself.

MSG: Says the man who only got like an hour of sleep because he kept pushing for round after round.

MSG Lewis: Wasn’t much pushing needed. You know I can go for days.

You couldn’t help but chuckle. He was always cocky; it didn’t matter about what. You stepped back and took a picture of all the tests making sure a few showed the results then you began getting yourself ready.

~~~~~~~

By the time you got to the racing grounds, it was packed. With two of Lewis’ guards flanking your left and right, you walked through saying hello to the drivers, waving at faces you knew, and taking some footage for your socials. You even had some approach you to congratulate you on the pregnancy. It tripped you up for a second because you’d just found out but then you remembered your prank that had gone wrong and was not right back on track. Every time someone came up and said it you couldn’t help but giggle. It was all so ironic.

Once you made it to Mercedes, the crew saw you first. They began clapping and as you approached. When you were close enough many of them patted you on the back as they expressed their happiness over the news.

“Our first Mercedes driver baby. Congratulations.”

“Uh, thank—you.”

You smiled and tipped your head at the others who were smiling from ear to ear. Toto approached with a grin.

“Such great news, Y/N. You and Lewis are going to be amazing parents. You can count on Suzie and me up for babysitting.”

You nervouisly giggled. “I think we’ll hold you to that.”

“Eh-em.”

To the left Lewis approached with his brow crooked.

“There he is, the soon to be dad.”

He looked evidently uncomfortable as he stood beside you.

“About that," Lewis began.

“He’s going to be such an amazing dad,” you said while staring at him.

The two of you stood there staring at one another. You in complete love and adoration of him, and he in utter confusion. Gradually everyone took the hint and went back to what they were doing before you got there.

“What’re—what’re you doing? Shouldn’t you be telling them it was all a prank?”

“Maybe that’s how it started but—we’re past that now.”

“What do you mean?”

You laced your fingers with his then smiled.

“I—I’m pregnant.”

Lewis looked even more confused.

“What? Is this about last night? I’m sure it’s too soon to be--."

You snorted as you rolled your eyes. “Seriously?”

“What? You said it wasn’t real.”

“It wasn’t, not then. Or maybe it was but I didn’t know. You didn’t put a baby in me last night. There was already one in me. I got sick again this morning and that made me look back into some things on my calendars which had me taking 14 pregnancy tests and they are all positive.”

Lewis’s eyes widened.

“What?”

You nodded. “Yeah. I’m pregnant.”

“For real, for real?”

“So for real for real.”

Lewis looked down to your stomach area, then to your face. He smiled before he lifted you into the air. You laughed as he spun you around. Your combined laughter brought the attention of nearly everyone around you.

“Oh my god. We’re having a baby?”

He put you down then peered into your eyes. “Yep.”

He snorted then laughed heartily. “What a fucking plot twist.”

“Right! oh my god.”

The two of you cackled together before he kissed you, not caring who was watching. When his hand cupped your backside you squealed.

“Behave.”

“Not a chance. I can’t believe I put a baby in you.”

“Me neither.”

“Are you happy?”

You smiled and nodded. “Very.”

The way he smiled back at you made your heart swell. You were sure you looked like fools in love giggling with each other like idiots but neither of you cared. Lewis cupped your cheek and then softly caressed your skin.

“You and me.”

You took his other hand and put it on your stomach.

“Plus baby makes three. And with Roscoe--.”

“Makes a home,” Lewis finished.

A stray tear rolled down your cheek, but Lewis’ thumb flicked it away then kissed the spot it once laid.

The news must have been what he needed because a few hours later he stood on that podium claiming that P1. You beamed at him while you tenderly held your nonexistent bump, feeling closer to him than ever before.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

TagList:

@chaneajoyyy @caramara3 @valkryienymph @babyflowa07 @est1887 @halfrican-heat @mauvecherie-writes @nunya7394 @lovebittenbyevans @gardenwonders2 @sweetlikecoffy @dillie60 @ olabelle757 @ophiaedits @kenequa @triton08 @skyesthebomb @shipatheart @keytodespair @xsweetdellzx @labella420 @coldmuffinbanditshoe @ak329 @shar74nett @youremysuperstar @whore-like-behaviour

@alookintohersoul @asiaaisa77 @jd-now-jq @naturalthrone22 @mrsbarnes-rogers @beyourownkindofbeautiful @beccacupcakesxo @toni9 @wonderlandfandomkingdom @partypoison00 @queenoftheworldisdead @doublesidedscoobysnacks @sophiealiice @richonne4life @coffeebooksandfandom @siempremamita @raveviolet @dumbchick @amennariee @briellableu @leebabe444 @31miw-inkpsycho

@rororo06 @disaster-rose @bugngiz @yourwonderbelle @queenbetter @melaninhawtie @bekindbecoolbeyou @heartfullofgolden @idkiwantchocolatee @missuniee @avngrsfangirl @a-highly-opinionated-mess @19jammmy @nunya7394 @eltima02 @motheroffae @luckydiorxoxo

@majx00 @bbhyuneee @queenanababy @ravenqueen27 @multi-fandom5 @xsweetdellzx @bqueensweet @misswolff @g-l-o-b-e-w-h-o-r-e @blveeeeeee @majx00 @rowansshit @tian-monique

#lewis hamilton #lewis hamilton fanfiction #lewis hamilton fanfic #plus baby makes three one shot #lewis hamilton imagine #lewis hamilton blurb

713 notes · View notes

hatelangdon · 6 months

Text

Fever

Pt 1, Pt 2 / 3k words.

(Franken!Kyle x Witch!Reader)

Hurt/comfort, & fluff, Slight angst (it's just me rambling about Kyle's mistreatment from the Coven)

(🚨 Warnings: Talks of Fever, Being sick, Vomiting (not in detail), seperation anxiety, Crying, Zoe and Madison being terrible caregivers so neglect, problems with eating and drinking🚨)

Summary: Kyle doesn't feel good, he hasn't for a while...but what he needs now is kindness, understanding, and care from someone who actually wants the best for him.

(A/N: We all just want Kyle to feel better, he's so sweet. You could honestly just read this one by itself, but if you want more lore I would look into the last 2 parts...I definitely got carried away so I understand if ya'll don't feel like reading all this but I TOLD YALL I LOVE WHUMP but Misty is back and Kyle is wearing silly straw glasses so how mad could you be? I would highly recommend that you listen to this song near the end of the story , it adds a layer of sentiment that I can't even describe. I hope you have all enjoyed this little series as much as i've enjoyed writing it <3)

Also, this is not proofread so there's probably errors, ya'll know the drill by now.

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

When you returned with the broom and dustpan to clean the glass up, Kyle was laying in the bed twirling the ring around his pinky. He was so enamored by its beauty that he barely even noticed when you came back, until you started to sweep the glass off the floor.

He realized your presence and perked up, watching you with big eyes.

“H-help?” He started sitting up, but you gently pushed him back down onto the pillows.

"I got it Kyle. You need to rest, and I don't want you to accidentally step on something" You assured him.

Cordelia had taught him how to sweep since he basically became the coven’s butler after Zoe and Madison decided to bring him back from the dead. This always raised ethical concerns in your mind because…why would they do that?

Kyle must’ve had dreams of his own, he was in college, he had friends that cared about him, he had a life that he wanted to live. Now he was unable to communicate and in constant pain from the terrible stitch job that Madison and Zoe had used to put him back together. His body never felt like his own, and thats because it wasn't...fully; They had decided to stitch Kyle back together using the body parts of his fellow frat brothers, which caused a lot of issues for both his mental and physical health.

It was all wrong. He was wrongfully killed in a bus crash, by Madison's hand and then he was brought back to be Zoe and Madison's personal toy & used as "the help"

Bringing someone back from the dead after you killed them, just so you could have sex and make them clean your house and serve you drinks didn't seem morally correct or fair. Those two had played “build a boyfriend” with Kyle’s life and didn't even take care of him properly.

Kyle never once took his eyes off of you while you swept, he had always admired how pretty you were and how warm your heart was.

After all of the glass was cleaned up and disposed of, you sat on the side of the bed, gently taking your ring from Kyle's hand and putting it back on your finger

"I told you I would be back" you stroked his hand with your thumb, and he gave you a gentle, sleepy, smile.

“P-p-pretty” Kyle blinked at you, still smiling

“yeah, it is a pretty ring isn't it? I can get you one like it, would you like that Kyle?"

He took a minute, allowing himself to fully decipher your words, before nodding and placing a gentle hand on your cheek

“Y-you pretty.” He blinked hard, and nodded again to insure you knew what he was talking about.

You felt your face heat up and your heart flutter like it housed a butterfly garden,

“thank you Kyle. You are very kind.”

Your words only made his smile bigger.

You had moved yourself to the side of the bed, your back resting on the wall. Kyle balled himself next to you, resting his head on your lap.

You rubbed the side of his head with your thumb to let him know that you were with him, even as he slept. You could feel that he still had a fever....in fact he was burning up. Luckily, he was being taken care of and resting, maybe that was all that he needed.

Kyle only slept for an hour before all hell broke loose

You had stayed where you were, you didn't mind since Kyle was resting peacefully on your lap and no one really noticed that you hadn't come out of your room, it was still pretty early in the day.

You just sat there watching tv on your phone. Kyle had started to stir in your lap, his eyebrows furrowed like he was uncomfortable. He curled in on himself tighter, practically hugging his knees to his chest.

You ran your nails down his spine, hoping to comfort him a bit. His eyes suddenly opened and he sat up, looking panicked and tapping his chest desperately trying to convey something to you.

Your eyes widened, you were just as confused as he was

“Um- what's wrong? Are you choking?” You were very unsure “is it your stitches???”

Kyle’s eyes were tearing up and he started turning red, as he continued to try and show you what was wrong with him by patting his chest. He started gagging and you realized what the issue was, quickly.

“NO! NO! KYLE PLEASE DO NOT THROW UP ON MY BED” You practically sprung 4 feet off the bed and tackled the trashcan by your desk, luckily there was a bag in it. You rushed it over and put it in front of him.

“You’re okay Kyle, just let it up” you rubbed his back gently, as he dry heaved over the bin, sobbing. He didn’t understand why this was happening to him, why his stomach hurt so much, and why his throat burned. The muscle tension from him being bent over and heaving caused his stitches to pull on his skin, which made his experience much more painful.

You hated to see him this way, you didn’t think it would get this bad but he was clearly much sicker than you had anticipated, the sound of him being sick and his desperate cries broke your heart, but all you could do was stay there with him and talk him through it.

“I know it hurts Ky, I know. Just keep breathing. It’ll be over soon.” You pressed your lips to the back of his neck, rubbing on his shoulders.

You could tell he was finished when the heaving stopped and he was just crying with his head in the bin.

You took it away from him with your eyes closed tying up the bag, you’d deal with it later.

Kyle was back lying on the bed, curled up in fetal position while his body shook with sobs. He was exhausted and everything hurt.

“Ky, I know you don’t feel good. I’m sorry.” You were gentle with him, squeezing his hand “I’m gonna get you something to drink okay? You need to hydrate. It’ll help your throat.” you tried to sound encouraging, but he didn’t seem to care at all.

He turned to you, sniffling while his eyes still pooled with tears and his nose blushed in bright hue of strawberry rouge, he held his hand out expectantly.

You looked around confused at first, until you realized that he was eyeing your ring. He had remembered.

You smiled, and pushed it into his palm, closing his fingers around it and kissing the back of his hand.

You made your way down to the kitchen to get some water from the brita, you used some old water bottle you got from a school event, it was best to give Kyle a drink with a lid, because he was prone to suddenly jerking his body. You came back upstairs, where Kyle was staring at the wall completely worn out.

“I’m back, ky”

He just hummed, his eyes closed to keep the light out. You had noticed Kyle didn't like to drink water that much, he didn’t really know why he needed to, so Zoe and Madison would just give him Diet Coke and apple juice all day to keep him quiet. This was a habit you could have fixed, but you didn't feel like arguing and Kyle needed fluids and electrolytes in him immediately.

You opened your nightstand, You kept cherry flavored liquid iv in your top drawer because you were also prone to forgetting to hydrate. You poured the powder in, shaking it up so it would be dissolved.

You kneeled next to the bed, running your hands through Kyle’s hair, massaging his scalp.

“Here Kyle, sip it. I made it sweet for you, it’ll help you feel a bit better”

He nodded, sipping on the water bottle, he liked it enough to take it from your hands and try to drink from it himself, it took him 10 seconds before accidentally squirting himself in the face, flinching

"Careful, Kyle" you took it from him, and he grunted.

You looked around your room for a better straw for him to sip on, your eyes landed on your desk. You had a pair of those silly straw glasses, from your little cousin's birthday party. You looked between the glasses and Kyle's wet face and knew exactly what he needed.

You grabbed them and tapped Kyle on the shoulder so he would look up at you.

“I’m gonna put these on you, alright?”

Kyle was intrigued by the tubing, but he recognized that they were also glasses of some kind and allowed you to put them behind his ears.

You were careful putting the straw back into the cup, making sure he would be able to actually drink it.

“Okay Ky, these are very special glasses,” you showed him the part of the straw that went into his mouth and he just stared at you, tilting his head in confusion “You’re just gonna drink from it like a regular straw.”

You helped him put it in between his lips and he did as he was told, sucking on it like a normal straw. When he realized that the liquid was circling his eyes and coming all the way around the glasses, he immediately gave you a giddy smile thinking it was the coolest thing in the world.

He suddenly latched onto your waist from where you stood in front of him, hugging you close. His head rested on your chest while he happily sipped on his water. This took you by surprise, but all you did was pat his blonde head and return the favor by wrapping your arms around his back, giggling at the unanticipated declaration of love.

“Y/n care Kyle?” He took the straw out of his mouth, lifting his head to look you in the eyes.

You nodded, giving him a smile. You had never felt so much love and admiration for someone in such a little amount of time.

“Yes Kyle, I care about you very much. I will always value you and make sure you’re treated well from now on.”

He smiled, and went back to sipping his drink through his silly little glasses, still holding onto you.

All you wanted to do was keep him safe and comfortable in your arms but you still had other things to attend to, like breakfast for both of you…well brunch.

“Kyle,” You were careful with your movements as you wriggled your way out of his grip, you watched his entire face drop as he reached out for you once again wondering why you suddenly didn’t want to cuddle him. It took every ounce of your strength to not jump right back into the bed and hold him.

“I gotta make us some food, are you hungry?” You put your hands on the sides of his face.

“Hungry.” He repeated, nodding.

“Okay, I’m gonna make you something. Do you know what you want?”

“Mac n cheese.”

“Alright, I’ll make you some Mac and cheese.” You made your way to the door and Kyle tried to follow, holding his water and looking at you like a lost puppy.

“Ky, you can’t come. You’re sick honey.” You guided him back to the bed

“Cold. B-bored.” He whined, trying to pull you into the bed with him. If he wasn’t sick he probably would have been able to.

“No Kyle, I gotta go. I’ll only be gone a little while.”

That’s when the tears started, he was exhausted and these past couple of days had been really difficult for him. He felt like you weren’t listening to him, like you didn’t care.

“Oh no no no, Kyle please don’t cry my angel,” You sat with him, wiping his tears away “I know you don’t feel good and you want me to hold you, I promise I will come back. I know it’s hard for you to understand, but I would never lie to you Ky.”

He sniffled, he didn’t get it 100%, words always got fuzzy in his mind but as he studied your face, he realized the sincerity in your eyes.

“I think it will help if I make the room comfy for you, hm?” You got up and closed your black out curtains which helped take some strain off of Kyle’s eyes and dull his headache, you had twinkling fairy lights that added some warmth to the room.

Kyle looked around, seeing the change in scenery and almost instantly he felt calmer.

Autumn had just begun, Kyle always loved the change of the seasons, but autumn was his favorite. It was so cozy and pretty.

You set up your laptop on a pillow near him, turning on the first episode of “over the garden wall” and covering him back up with your weighted blanket.

He suddenly felt relieved of all the tension left in his body.

“Is this better?” You rubbed the bottom of his back and he nodded, sipping away on his drink.

He was so entranced by the show, that you were able to slip out without saying another word.

You went down into the kitchen where you were graced by the presence of Misty dancing to Fleetwood Mac and twirling around in her flowy clothes

“Good morning, darlin!” She took your hand and twirled you, “Can I interest you in some French toast? I think I made too much batter.”

Misty was by far your favorite sister in the coven, she was so kind and sympathetic, especially towards the vulnerable creatures of the world.

“oh Misty, you know that I love your French toast, but I gotta make a mac & cheese cup for Kyle so I’m probably gonna eat one too.” You tried to make your way over to the pantry, but Misty pulled you back towards her playfully.

“no, you both can eat my French toast it's better for ya, and I'll even put some strawberries and cream on top to sweeten the deal.”

You happily obliged and sat on one of the bar stools in front of the stove watching Misty do her thing.

“What’re you doing with Kyle, where’s Madison?”

You raised your eyebrows, “Well there was some conflict between the two of them so I decided it would be best if they took a pause- and Kyle is pretty sick, so I told him I’d take care of him.” While it wasn't technically a lie, it also wasn't the truth but you couldn't tell Misty that you had froze Madison in time and kept her in her room for the past 2 days.

“Aw that’s too bad, why didn’t you tell me the poor angel was sick? I made some elderberry gummies a couple of days ago.” She flipped the toast in the pan, “They do wonders for the immune system, we're coming up on cold and flu season. I'm gonna get ya’ll some, I'll be right back!” she skipped off to her room her golden locks bouncing behind her, “if you smell something burning, just take the pan off the heat!”

She came back with a mason jar, filled with dark purple star shaped gummies,

“these will help him get better faster, but you should probably take some too.”

You nodded, giving her a big smile “Thanks Misty, you're the kindest person I know.”

“Awww, you don't have to say that. I try to help out where I can. I've seen you do the same, don't think that big heart of yours goes unnoticed.” She gave you a wink as she plated up French toast for both Kyle and You.

“I’ll cut his up,” She grabbed a butter knife from the drawer, cutting the toast in tiny square pieces, “Now, you go take this up and make sure that boy is taken care of!” She handed both plates off to you and turned her little radio up louder, quietly humming the lyrics to herself while she cooked.

“You could be my silver spring Blue-green colors flashin' I would be your only dream Your shinin' autumn ocean crashin"

The music followed along as you made your way back up the spiral staircase, opening the door to your bedroom to see Kyle resting peacefully with his cheek smushed against your pillow, his eyes sleepily taking in the calm scenes of the show.

“Ky, Misty made us some French toast” you sing-songed.

He turned to you eyebrows furrowed. That wasn't what he asked for., you noticed his confused expression and took a seat on the bed right next to him.

“I know it's not what you asked for, but did you wanna try?” You asked encouragingly.

He could smell it, and he liked the smell, so he was willing to try. He opened his mouth for you to feed him and you stabbed a piece with your fork, placing it in.

He chewed it up, it was very sweet so he liked it and showed you by opening his mouth for another piece. If he wasn't sick, you wouldn't have babied him so much, but you could still feel the warmth of fever on his skin so you needed to coddle him for just a little bit more.

and after a few minutes and what felt like magic you had managed to feed Kyle and yourself with no mess, you placed your dishes on your desk you would worry about them later.

Kyle had felt much better, but he still wanted you all to himself.

“Y/n done?” He perked his head up and looked at you with his big puppy eyes,

“Yes Kyle, I’m all done with everything” You came right over and grabbed his hand, which caused him to smile, shyly.

“L-lay with Kyle..and-and watch p-p-pumpkin?” He pointed to the show, wanting you to enjoy it as much as he did even though you were the one who introduced it.

“Of course, Ky.”

And with that, you wrapped your body right around his, holding him close to your chest. Your fingers intertwined as both of your faces were illuminated by the warm orange lighting of the show. You didn’t know what to call your relationship, you didn’t know if Zoe would ever return, and you didn’t know if you would ever unfreeze Madison by your own will…but you did know one thing, You would love Kyle forever and no one else would ever be able to hurt him as long as there was breath in your body.

#american horror story #ahs coven #ahs fandom #ahs murder house #evan peters #franken kyle #tate langdon #kyle spencer #whump #whumpee #sickfic #hurt/comfort #american horror story coven #american horror murder house #ahs fanfic #evan peters x reader

320 notes · View notes

mxlti-fand0m-imaginess · 1 year

Text

Not So Secret Crush // Madison Montgomery

request: “hi could you do a madison montgomery x (fem) reader. madison is obviously very dominant but maybe every time the reader comes in madison is just very submissive and just like 🥰🥰”

“ok what about a fluff for madison montgomery (x fem reader) where madison is always going into the readers personal space and the reader retaliates by kissing her??”

prompts: none

summary: you’re new at miss robichaux’s. madison is not looking forward to another person moving in, but the second she sees you she completely changes her mind. she’s absolutely smitten with you, and thinks she’s doing a good job at hiding her feelings. she’s not. you know exactly how she feels about you, and what you’re going to do about it.

warnings: language, slight arguing, invasion of personal space, kissing, not proofread

word count: 1k

a/n: fem reader, very ooc madison. these requests were both from 2021 and i am so so sorry to the people who requested that i never go to these! i just realized i have a lot of old requests so i’m gonna try my best to get through them!

You walked into Miss Robichaux's Academy for Exceptional Young Ladies clutching your small duffle bag containing everything you owned. You had just recently discovered you were a witch, and when your parents found out they freaked. Before you knew it, you were kicked out with practically nothing to your name.

Somehow, almost like magic, a flier for the school flew straight into your face while you were sleeping on a park bench. It startled you awake, and something in you said you should call. One thing led to another, and just a few days later you were enrolled and moving in. The headmistress, Cordelia Goode, gave you a date and time and told you to simply come on in. She was far too busy to show you around, and said one of the other girls there would be able to show you around instead.

Which brings you to here, walking down the long entryway, and heading towards the group of voices you heard. You could tell they were bickering, but you couldn’t make out the words until you got closer.

“I’m just saying, it’s starting to get way too crowded in here. I mean seriously, soon we’re going to start having to share rooms. And I need my space.”

“Girl, shut up. You complain way too much.”

“How dare you? Am I seriously the only one upset that another ugly hag is moving in here? I mean r-,” the blonde girl whole was speaking trailed off as you entered the room.

“Hi, I’m y/n. I’m new here. Miss Cordelia said one of you would be able to show me around?”

“Uhhh, uhm,” the blonde girl stuttered, staring directly at you.

“Madison, did you forget how to speak or something? Don’t mind her, I’m Queenie. The bitchy one is Madison, that’s Zoe, and that’s Nan.”

Nan smiled and waved at you, and you smiled back.

“I’d be happy to show you around,” Zoe said, starting to stand up.

“I got it!” Madison said, practically jumping out of her seat to walk over towards you.

“Ok then,” Zoe mumbled, sitting back down.

Queenie, Zoe, and Nan all started at Madison, bewildered at how different she was acting. You, however, didn’t seem to notice since you were unfamiliar with Madison’s usual attitude. Madison placed her arm around your shoulders and began showing you around the house.

“And here’s our last stop. This is your new room. Mine’s right over there,” Madison said, pointing to the room next door. “If you need anything feel free to come ask me!”

“Thanks! And thanks for showing me around. I don’t know what Queenie was talking about, you’re not bitchy at all,” you said, laughing slightly.

“Oh, you know Queenie. Always joking like that! Well, I’ll leave you to get settled in. See you around!” Madison said before she started walking away.

You went into your new room to start unpacking, and Madison went back downstairs to the living room where everyone else was still sitting.

“What was that Madison? Since when are you nice to the new girl?” Zoe asked.

“Just a few seconds earlier you were complaining about someone new moving in and then you just volunteer to show her around? What is up with you?” Queenie added.

“There’s nothing up with me. I was simply being nice. Is there something wrong with that?” Madison said, rolling her eyes.

“For a normal person, no. But you’re the resident bitch, so yes there’s something wrong with that,” Queenie said.

“Oh my god!” Zoe gasped. “You like her, don’t you? That has to be it! You’ve got a crush on y/n!”

“What are you talking about? No I don’t. I treated her like I do everyone else. What is your guys' problem?” Madison replied.

“Yeah sure, we’ll see,” Queenie said.

The days went by, and Madison became exceptionally clingy towards you. She was overly nice, and offered to do things for you. She always tried to sit next to you whenever she could, and would get pissed off whenever she didn’t get the chance. You were a little confused with how everyone else would talk about Madison, because she seemed so kind to you. But eventually you began to put the pieces together.

She had a crush on you. It wasn’t very hard for you to figure out either. She was always close to you, and she was constantly invading your personal space. She would hug you practically every time she saw you, and she would sit as close to you as physically possible. All of that, plus the fact she was a bitch to everyone except you, made her feelings for you extremely obvious.

You and the other girls were having a movie night, and decided to have a sleepover in the living room. Nan sat on the floor, and Queenie and Zoe sat next to each other on the couch. You were curled up in a chair when Madison sat down beside you, squishing the two of you together. You tried to keep your attention on The Craft, but you could practically feel Madison’s eyes burning into you.

“Madison,” you whispered.

“Yeah?”

“You’re staring.”

“Huh? Oh, sorry,” she mumbled, turning to look at the movie.

“You know, you’ve been staring at me for a while now, and you’re always in my space. And I think I finally figured out why.”

She turned to look at you again, meeting your eyes. She looked slightly nervous, which definitely wasn’t normal for her, meanwhile you had a smile on your face.

“Oh yeah? Why’s that?”

Instead of responding, you leaned over and kissed her. You felt Madison tense up, before relaxing into the kiss, and placing her hand against your cheek. You smiled into the kiss, and when you pulled away for air, she tried to follow your lips.

“So, was I right?” you asked.

“Well that depends. Do you feel the same?”

“Yeah, I thought I kinda just made it obvious.”

“Then yes, you were right.”

You smiled and kissed her again. A few seconds later the two of you were hit with a pillow. You broke apart to see Queenie looking over at you.

“Gross, get a room.”

tags: @jamespotterslover @rottenstyx @hallecarey1 @evilcr0ne @milly-louise

207 notes · View notes

chaithetics · 1 year

Text

The Millers Buttercup Chapter 2

Pairing: outbreak/commune! Tommy Miller x F reader (vaguely mentioned past Joel Miller x F reader- more of that in future chapters)

Word count: 5.9K

Chapter/content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI, fluff, mild angst, smut (P in V intercourse), pregnancy, mentions of injuries (nothing major). Also unedited because I refuse to proofread.

Note: I'm not too sure where this going but I think it's like a mini-series of maybe 5-7 chapters-ish? I also have some series ideas for Marcus Pike and Javier Peña. So lmk what you think/if you have any suggestions! Also thank you for all the kind words for chapter one, you're all too sweet! I hope you enjoy!!!

*********

You felt sick in your stomach when you saw Joe, you saw his eyes quickly widen and that he was struggling to compose himself. Joel’s shock was visible to everyone and altered the mood in the room. You looked over at Tommy who was watching the scene quietly, something that was rare for his usual chatty self.

Are you okay? He was asking with his big brown eyes and you nodded, giving him a quick tight-lipped smile as you nodded your head. Moments like this made you grateful for the silent communication you and Tommy had.

“This is Ellie,” Tommy said deciding to try cutting the tension, he gestured over to the young girl standing not far behind Joel.

“Hey,” Ellie looked over at you, you’d piqued her interest based on the tension and the brief conversation which was mostly unspoken between the brothers. Ellie felt more comfortable, your heavily pregnant state made you significantly less intimidating to her. While there was still an awkward air to you over the situation, Ellie could tell the smile you directed at her was genuine. Something she’d rarely come across.

“Hey Ellie,” you said softly, “it’s nice to meet you.” You smiled warmly at her, you glanced over to Joel as you were curious about who she was and why Joel had a teenager with him. You knew that now was not the time for questions though.

“Sorry, just a moment.” You said it was directed to almost everyone in the room.

You adjusted the crutches for Zoe and apologised for the interruption, she just smiled it off. You gave her brother Oli some pain medication to take home for Zoe with instructions and said that you’d see them in the morning.

You didn’t like the idea of Oli taking his limping, crutches-using sister back home in the snow on their own. Tommy seemed to pick up on this before you could even verbalise it. He looked at you again to confirm that you’d be okay here without him in his brother’s company, you smiled again to communicate that you’d manage.

“How about I help you two get home, then I’ll grab some hot food for you, Ellie and Joel? Our incredible doc can take a look at anything while I do that.” Tommy offered. Zoe and Oli were more than happy by this, Joel muttered his thanks at the suggestion and nodded.

Tommy quickly went off with the two children, leaving you with Joel and Ellie. You washed your hands, once they were dried you put out a hand to shake Ellie’s which she tentatively did.

“Tommy said you have snacks?” Ellie quickly said as soon as your handshake was over.

You smiled at her, it was the biggest smile she’d seen on your face yet, you ended up chuckling at her question and nodding. Joel sighed and shook his head slightly at Ellie’s bluntness but you all understood it.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do, there’s a little kitchenette down the hall. Help yourself, maybe grab something for the old man?” You responded, she laughed lightly at you calling Joel an old man and nodded heading off.

Joel watched you as Ellie went off. He’d immediately noticed how little Tommy had aged and found that it seemed to be a similar case for you. He only noticed a couple of grey strands in your hair by your temple, you were younger than both the Miller men but there were barely any visible lines on your face. He noticed that your jaw seemed to be softer, there was a scar on your nose, and your hair was shorter than it used to be. You did have a glow about you, a radiance in your complexion and while he still felt in shock to see you pregnant he had to admit to himself that it suited you.

“So you’re pregnant,” Joel said, you found his tone hard to read, you weren’t sure if it was more of a question or a statement so you just nodded as an answer.

“And it’s…”

“Of course, it’s Tommy’s-” You said matter-of-factly, you didn’t mean for it to come out so bluntly but nobody had ever questioned it and it seemed like the most ridiculous question to your brain as soon as he nervously started to ask. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for that-”

“How far along are you?” Joel asked.

He knew it was a ridiculous thing to say to you, he knew it was Tommy’s but part of him hoped for a moment it wasn’t. He didn’t know if that would make it better or worse though, so he needed to change the subject. Of course, you were pregnant with Tommy’s child, you and Tommy had left years ago. It was a natural thing to happen. It was to be expected.

“About 34 weeks,” you answered, you looked at him. You could tell that this news was upsetting to him but you didn’t know how to feel around him. “Why don’t you take a seat?” You asked and gestured towards where Zoe had been moments ago.

Joel nodded and complied. You’d always been a warm person, it was a big part of your natural charm. Ever since the Miller brothers had known you, they’d both been drawn to your warmth but over time during your ‘relationship’ with Joel you slowly became more reserved. Towards the end, he only ever really heard a laugh if Tommy caused it. He saw glimpses of that warmth with Ellie, and he saw it between you and the young girl you’d been treating before he came by. But he noticed how reserved you were with him.

“Anywhere, in particular, you need to be checked?” You asked softly.

“Uh, wrist and I think, there are some gashes on my back,” Joel responded with, you nodded softly and asked which wrist, he held his hand out as a response, “Can I?” you asked quietly, he nodded and you held his large hand in your smaller one while the fingers in your other hand ran along his knuckles and gently over his wrist.

Joel felt himself melt slightly by your touch, he was living in an apocalypse, and of course, he was touch-starved. He knew that your touch was strictly medical but it still felt warm and sent goosebumps along his skin.

As you inspected his wrist he winced slightly, you quickly, genuinely apologised to him “it’s alright-” he said before you cut him off “what happened exactly?”

“I think I broke it a few months ago, I guess it didn’t heal properly or I just made it worse, I think it’s taken a few hits. It gets bad, often. Worse in the cold” He said looking at you, you nodded sympathetically as he spoke. You asked him to move it a couple of different ways and it all confirmed what you knew.

“You know, you’ve barely aged,” Joel spoke, he was looking into your eyes as he said it but you felt like he was saying it more to himself than you. You looked at him curiously, you immediately noticed that while he still looked the same he had aged significantly, especially in comparison to you and Tommy despite his years ahead of you both. His hair was completely salt and pepper now, there were hard lines throughout his face. You and Tommy had been lucky with the Jackson commune, you couldn’t imagine going back to an environment like the QZs or fireflies or ever trying a raider lifestyle. It saddened you to know that Joel’s life hadn’t been as safe as yours, the environment and stress had taken an obvious toll.

You looked down at Joel and nodded you moved the hand that had been inspecting his wrist to his face to inspect it for a brief second, “yeah, and you did.” Was all that you could say softly to him, he nodded and saw a brief flick of sadness in your eyes. You quickly turned around to a cupboard, “I’m going to strap it, you’ve definitely broken it a few times. I’d suggest rest, we can go over a few exercises to maybe help with strength and relief. I’ll give you some anti-inflammatories as well, it’s swollen. I’d say you have osteoarthritis, definitely post-traumatic arthritis in the wrist.” You spoke as you grabbed the anti-inflammatory medications and the tape for strapping. He nodded then said, “I guess I am an old fuck now.”

“A brace would help too, we have some in storage. I’ll get one for you in a moment.” He nodded and whispered his thanks. He watched as you gently strapped his wrist, as you finished up, he gently grabbed your hand. It wasn’t a touch you were familiar with from Joel, it was too gentle, which was not in his nature. It startled you slightly and you felt nervous, he squeezed your hand softly, “thank you, I mean that sweetheart, thank you, for-for just everything.” There was something in his eyes that you didn’t recognise, you eased your hand out of grasp and just nodded. You didn’t know how to respond and you wanted Tommy back, you almost felt like a child craving their security blanket.

“Here old man,” Ellie said as she walked into the room, she gave a glass of water to Joel with a sandwich and some crackers she’d found in the kitchenette.

“Did you get something for yourself?” You gently asked Ellie, feeling grateful for her entry. Ellie nodded.

“Yeah, I ate in there. What is Tommy getting?” She asked looking at Joel, she could sense the air was a bit awkward between you and Joel and was curious.

“I’m not sure, what the kitchen was cooking today sorry.” You said as you shrugged. Ellie just nodded and sat down on one of the chairs in the examination room. You didn’t press for an examination of Joel’s mentioned ‘gashes’ while he ate and drank. You excused yourself to go to the toilet.

You were thankful for your inconvenient pregnancy bladder finally giving you a believable excuse. It was a great excuse and felt even more convenient as you didn’t actually feel like your bladder was going to explode. It was the perfect opportunity for a small break in Joel’s company and to kill time while waiting for Tommy to come back.

It was a weird situation to be in and you sighed over it as you rubbed your temple. Joel had broken your heart years ago, he’d been cold and cruel and in each moment spent with him or without him, you felt like you were losing hope and yourself. Tommy had been kind, which was rare in this cruel world. You knew that if some people were aware of all the history they may have assumed you were ‘settling’ for the younger Miller brother but you weren’t. It wasn’t like that with Tommy, he was the love of your life and was the destination, not a detour or stop along the way. It was completely different with him than anyone else and you both knew that.

You bit your lip a bit and gently caressed your stomach, it felt grounding to you and your heart was filled with so much love for the fetus inside of you and your beautiful family of Tommy and Isabel. You splashed some water on your face and then went back out.

Ellie wasn’t in the room and Joel had finished eating his sandwich. He looked up at you when he heard you coming back in, he noticed a bit of dampness on your face and how your hand was on your bump. He wasn’t sure if it was that the baby was moving, it hurt or it was self-soothing.

“Are you alright?” He asked, his eyes seeming concerned. You just nodded, “yeah, I’m fine. Should I look at the gashes now?” Joel just nodded, he took his jacket off and lifted his shirt up for you. You saw that there were a few cuts, so you quickly went to clean them, putting antiseptic on and bandaging them up. You worked in silence as you treated the wounds on his taut, golden skin.

“What happened to your nose?” Joel asked breaking the silence, you paused for a moment surprised at the question, you raised your eyebrows and responded with “hmm?” Joel looked at you making eye contact, he gently rubs his thumb over the scar on your nose. His gentle touch startles you, you step back and smile at the memory behind the scar, letting out a little laugh. You’re also surprised that he noticed, it’s not massive and it could almost just pass as a small blemish or discolouration with a quick glance. Joel doesn’t know how a story behind an injury like that could be humourous but he delights in the sound of your melodious laughter anyway.

“It was broken during a patrol, Tommy was with me. He was so concerned, I tried to get him to-” You looked up as you heard the sound of Tommy’s boots. He leaned against the doorway, raising an eyebrow at you flashing his charming, goofy grin at you as he heard the story you were telling. You looked at Tommy as you continued with the story “and I tried to tell you how to set it, quick and easy and you wouldn’t-”

“Because I didn’t want to hurt you! I know you were in pain but it was awful and freaky!” Tommy playfully exclaims and laughs. He’d been terrified at that moment, he felt sick in his stomach, you knew it was broken and tried to talk him through it, but he just couldn’t bring himself to do it.

“Mmmhmmm,” was what you said playfully rolling your eyes. “I ended up setting it myself and that scars just from the fracture and the skin breaking I guess.” You said it so casually.

“Well, food is here, Ellie’s already scoffing it down in the kitchenette,” Tommy said. You finished up with the last of Joel’s wounds, he got up and nodded at you, his eyes stayed a moment longer on your nose than they should’ve. You washed up your hands and Tommy waited for you. He pecked your forehead softly and you smiled at him letting out a small giggle as his mustache brushed against his moustache, making your way to the kitchen with his hand on the small of your back.

Joel sat down at the small table in the kitchenette with Ellie who was already hungrily wolfing down the food, you smiled at her imagining she hadn’t had a proper hot meal in forever if ever. Joel seemed horrified at her and told her to slow down, she just glared at him and returned to her food, which made you desperately try to stifle a small laugh.

“We have a couple of rooms, you’re welcome to stay and there’s hot water so you can properly wash up,” Tommy said, which you nodded at. Tommy got up to turn the kettle on, “Coffee, Joel?” Joel nodded and Ellie scrunched her face up at that. Tommy looked over at you to see if you were wanting a cup of tea, and you signed yes with your preference.

“Huh, so that’s how you know, Joel?” Ellie exclaimed taking a break from her meal and looking at Joel in wonder. Joel quirked an eyebrow at her.

“How he knows what?” You asked curiously.

“We-we-we met a boy, Joel knew some sign language,” Ellie said she was visibly upset when mentioning the boy but her face still had wonder in it.

“Yeah, Tommy and I learnt a bit of sign from the doc,” Joel said not meeting your eyes, he fixated on his food as he spoke. Ellie looked at you questioningly.

“How do you know it?” She asked.

“I’m a CODA,” you said softly smiling at her.

“CODA?” She asked curiously.

“Child of a deaf adult,” Joel said quietly. Ellie looked at you again, you became more and more interesting to her and she wanted to press more about the relationship between the three adults in the room with her. You nodded at what Joel said.

“Yeah, my dad was deaf.” After a pause you said, “he died early on in the outbreak. I grew up learning bilingual, I learnt Sign as I learnt English.”

“What about your mum?” Ellie asked. “She died when I was very young, I don’t remember her.” You said and offered her a small smile, Ellie had a similar situation with her mother and it felt a bit comforting to have your openness and that connection. She just nodded and went back to her food.

Soon Tommy brought tea to you and he and Joel drank coffee. Tommy had an arm over your shoulders, and you watched him. He was surprisingly more calm than what you’d have imagined in this situation. Tommy and Joel’s last in-person contact wasn’t pleasant and the communication via radio had been sporadic and there hadn’t been any in months, close to a year you thought. Tommy did seem slightly edge, and you noticed how he kept looking over to you and whenever you made eye contact he was checking in on you.

“Ellie, do you need a check up? I’m happy to do one and then we can go to the house.” You asked.

“No, I’m-I’m fine.” She quickly said too quickly for your liking, she was almost shouting it out. You knew something was up but didn’t say anything, you just looked over to Tommy to see if he noticed, which he had, his brow furrowed for a brief second. You noticed Ellie and Joel exchange a quick look.

“Okay, if anything comes up or if you change your mind just let me know.” You said, she nodded and Tommy started to get up, “how about we head over now?” The others nodded and followed. The others waited on the small patio at the front door of the clinic while Tommy helped you into your jacket. You held his hand and had your other hand holding onto the bicep of the same arm you were holding hands with. He walked slowly, he always did when he was with you like this, worried about your state.

You quickly got to your home, Tommy and Ellie made their way inside. Ellie found it so bizarre, seeing a house, a house from before, Joel found it equally bizarre but in a different way. It was hauntingly surreal, a reminder of the past. Tommy squeezed your arm softly then went to show them where the bathroom was with the towels and giving them toiletries. You heard conversation, you couldn’t quite make it out though but you heard Tommy say something and then his golden laugh, it sounded like it elicited a laugh from the young girl as well.

Tommy came out and stood beside you in the kitchen, he brushed his hand over your hair and pushed a strand behind your ear, you closed your eyes and sighed out softly against his touch.

“Ellie’s in the spare room, Joel is showering. We should get Isabel.” You looked at him and nodded.

“Does he know?”

“No.”

You nodded your head and bit your lip. He’d been visibly upset over your pregnant stage, you didn’t know how he’d react to seeing that you and Tommy had a child already. You knew he’d be able to tell soon by the house but you didn’t want to deal with the stress of this situation or to put Isabel through this, especially in her own home.

You made eye contact with Tommy, tilting your head, whispering “and why the fuck does he have a teenager?” Tommy chuckled and shrugged, he just shook his head and offered you a small smile “I have no fucking idea buttercup.”

*********

You were walking back to the house with Isabel, and Tommy. You’d gotten some clothes for Ellie and Tommy had given Joel some of his to have. You listened as Tommy tried to gently explain to Isabel why there would be new people in her home.

“Your uncle Joel is here, visiting.” Tommy said, “your brother?” Isabel looked up at him and excitedly asked, Tommy, nodded. “Yeah, and he has Ellie with him, she’s staying with us as well.”

“Ellie?” She asked, and you nodded “she’s cool, you two might be able to be friends. She’s a bit older than you though.” is what you said and she looked up smiling. You were holding onto Tommy’s arm again and Isabel was holding his free hand occasionally trying to swing from it and Tommy would always indulge her. As you were getting to the steps of your home she asked if Ellie liked to draw and Tommy laughed, just saying he wasn’t sure.

Isabel stepped inside, immediately taking her shoes off and running in, excited to meet the new people. She had a mischievous joy much like her father. Tommy laughed watching her, and you went to put clothes for Ellie in the spare room, she was in the bathroom so you just knocked on the door and told her, she shouted out her thanks.

You made your way back to the living spaces of the house, Joel heard the commotion and stood up from the living room, walking closer to the sound. A blur of a child was running and she accidentally stumbled into him, which made him exhale but Joel put his hands out and leaned to catch her from falling over. He let his hands go and looked at her curiously, she looked up at him and giggled.

Joel raised an eyebrow as he looked at the young girl, it was instantly clear that she was Tommy’s daughter, her smile was the same large, lopsided grin, she had dark curly hair like Tommy’s but it was longer, the big, warm brown Miller eyes, and their tan skin. Joel noticed that she had your face shape though and your nose and that when she mirrored Joel’s confused face her expression was uniquely you.

“Uncle Joel?” She asked softly, Joel smiled at her, he felt a bit sad but he was taken aback at how she had a soft nature in her voice like you just not as quiet, she also seemed quite assertive for a young girl.

“Uncle Joel, this is your niece Isabel.” Tommy proudly said, he smiled as he watched Isabel. She looked more like Tommy than you but he loved to tell everyone that she had all the best parts of you.

You were standing in the doorway now, watching the scene. Joel’s head turned as he heard you, he quickly saw the anxious look on your face and how you were nervously chewing your bottom lip. He quickly put his attention back to the young girl in front of him who was smiling at him.

“Well, you’ve got a killer smile kid.” He said as he knelt down and was now at her level. She giggled and wrapped her arms around him in a hug, he was shocked but hugged her back. He’d hugged Tommy when seeing him but he hadn’t been hugged like this. He hadn’t received the kind, innocent, pure love and joy that children had in them since Sarah. It saddened him and she soon pulled him away to show him the drawings in her role, he quietly followed her.

You weren’t expecting that to have gone so well. Joel seemed repulsed at the concept of children years ago and he wasn’t as warm or sympathetic as Tommy but he wasn’t reserved with Isabel like he usually was with everyone else. You walked over to Tommy, feeling confused, exhausted and emotional.

“Did he say how long he’s staying here for?” You asked as you buried your head into the crook of Tommy’s neck. Tommy shook his head and whispered no as he wrapped his arms around you and caressed your hair, he kissed you softly on the top of your head. You were starting to feel extremely tired and you just wanted to bury yourself into Tommy’s warmth and melt under his touch. You tilted your head slightly, “I think I need a nap.” You mumbled against his neck, he smiled and pressed another kiss to the top of your head “c’mon buttercup, let’s get you in bed.”

********

Tommy walked in, quietly opening the door, he smiled at the sight of you in bed. You had a mountain of pillows around you and were sleeping on your side. He watched you for a moment and then came over to sit on the other side of the bed. His movements woke you up, you’d always been a light sleeper and it was amplified during pregnancy.

You looked up at him and smiled, you put your hand up to cup his cheek and he closed his eyes, you gently guided his face closer to yours after a moment and pressed a kiss to his lips. He softly nibbled at your bottom lip and you opened up your mouth to give him access, he slid his tongue in softly and you ran your hand through his hair and lightly tugged at the roots of some of his curls. You broke the kiss off for some air and he ran his thumb along the side of your face.

“What’s Isabel doing?” You asked softly.

“Her and Ellie really hit it off, I think she quite likes kids,” he said while continuing to trace patterns with his thumb on you. “They’ve been reading, Ellie has a book of puns, I don’t even think Isabel gets half of them but she’s laughing so goddamn much.” He said with a big smirk on his face and a soft chuckle. He then ran his thumb over your kiss-swollen lips and then down your neck. He paused for a moment “Joel’s with them, he’s occasionally laughin’ as well… I just wanted to check on the beautiful Mrs. and the other munchkin.” he said.

“Okay, so… why were you here in the room, that your amazing wife is sleeping in, and not spooning her?” You asked smugly and you see Tommy’s eyes twinkle.

“Because I was too busy watching her sleep.” He says with a little laugh as he pecks a kiss on your cheek. You laugh at what he says and feel your cheeks heat up over how ridiculous he is and how he brings you so much joy. Your laugh deepens as he presses some more kisses to you and his moustache tickles your skin. Tommy had always been clean-shaven pre-outbreak, he never admitted it but the main reason why he kept his groomed facial hair was that he quickly learnt how ticklish you were and he would take up every opportunity he could to make you laugh and smile. It was his favourite sound in the world.

“That’s so not creepy at all, Tommy Miller,” you said as you continued to laugh.

“That’s just part of my Southern charm buttercup,” he said with a smirk that made his whole face glow, he pressed another deeper kiss to your lips and you stroked his cheek as he did and wrapped your hand in his curls again. “And I don’t think I need to remind you, that you feel for that, hook, line and sinker.” He said with another little laugh as he broke the kiss.

You rolled your eyes at him but still laughed, it was genuinely admirable and attractive how cheesy he could be even with everything that had happened in the last 20 years. “Did these lines and habits work for you very well before?” You asked him playfully, “no, I just wanted to save the best ones and sleep-watching for marriage y’know? More romantic that way.” He said between more kisses, this time he was trailing them along your jaw and down to your neck as you giggled.

As he continued to kiss you, your hunger for him was growing, especially as he kissed that spot on your neck that he knew drove you nuts. He gave it a little lick and moved his mouth slightly, you let out a little melodic moan and you felt a pool of dampness forming between your thighs.

“Tommy-Tommy, I want you,” you murmured. He stopped his trail of kisses for a moment and looked at you, you could see that the hunger was in his warm brown eyes too. He pressed a passionate kiss to your lips and swirled his tongue around your mouth, you moaned out against him and he felt himself becoming even harder at your sounds.

“We’ll be quick and quiet, okay baby?” He asked, and you nodded. “Good girl,” he said as he kissed your forehead. He started to strip you and you let him, once you were stripped, you unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, sliding them down. You palmed him after doing so and then kissed him hungrily.

He helped position you back onto your side, and he asked if you were comfortable, you nodded yes. You felt him get into the spooning position, the back of your body was pressed against his chest and stomach. He moved his arm over and ran a finger through your folds, you moaned out softly.

He then ran it over your clitoris in a circle a few times, it was so sensitive, you closed your eyes and bit onto your lip trying not to moan as he then moved that finger and inserted it inside of you gently.

“Oh baby, you’re so wet already. Is that all for me?” He whispered into your ear. You nodded, then whispered, “yes, Tommy, it’s all for you.” He pressed a kiss against your hair, “I’m so lucky baby, you have no idea how lucky I am to have your wet pussy.” He continued to finger you softly, he then inserted another finger, and his thumb began to give attention to your clitoris. You gripped the sheets letting out small moans while biting your lip.

“You’re such a good girl, always so good and so wet for me buttercup,” Tommy said as he started to speed up his pace a little bit, you groaned out and you could feel his thick member pressing against you and you just wanted to be filled by him, desperately.

“Please, Tommy, please,” you stuttered out as he continued to gently but passionately unravel you, “please, what?” He asked teasingly, his thumb pressing a little bit more pressure on your bundle of nerves as he did. “Please, just fuck me, I need you now.” You quietly whined out. He kissed your neck, sucking lightly, “of course baby, you know I love hearing you but we need to be quiet remember.”

You nodded your head and gasped out as you felt him slowly enter you, the tip pressed against your opening as he entered inch by inch he’d wait a moment and give a couple of thrusts, allowing your body to adjust to him each time. Tommy was considerate and he was aware that pregnancy made you so much more sensitive. You gasped out each time you got more of him and bit your lip when you finally felt his full length.

His hand ran along your breast gently, as he thrust into you, he groaned softly into your ear and he felt you clench around him at that, it turned him on more and you thought his groans and moans were one of the most beautiful sounds in the world.

He was building a pattern based on what he knew you liked and being guided by what made you clench tightly around him or squeeze his hand tightly. He squeezed your breast more tightly and he could feel how wet you were, your juices were starting to flood out, “oh fuck baby, you feel, so, so good” he muttered into your ear. You nodded and squeezed his hand, you loved his praise and quietly moaned out “I lo-love how you feel inside of me Tommy.”

He sped up his rhythm and you bit your lip so hard to keep from screaming his name, you were sure you would draw blood at any moment. Tommy kissed the top of your head softly in between panting, the gentle nature of the kiss was a stark contrast to the rest of the scene. You whispered asking Tommy to go even faster and he chuckled, “you want me even faster baby?” He asked and you stuttered out a barely audible yes. Tommy smiled and he obliged, his moans were getting harder to suppress and you wish he didn’t have to. You just wanted to hear his moans and nothing else at this moment. He obliged and picked up the rhythm once again, you were starting to unravel even more, you could feel yourself starting to get close to your climax.

“I’m getting close,” you whispered out to him, he nodded and kissed your head once again. He kept the same pace and whispered “good girl, I can’t wait to feel you finish all over my cock while it’s still pumping into you, baby. Are you going to come for me?” He asked and you nodded, quietly moaning out a yes. “Such a good girl, I want you to come, I want to feel it.” He said, his words, edging you along closer to that destination. He ran his thumb over your nipples which made your breath hitch, then his other hand went to working on your bundle of nerves as he kept up with that pace that was making you unravel.

You closed your eyes, balling the sheet into your hand, biting your lip hard to stifle your moan, you were finishing, while he was still inside of you, and it was a glorious high. Tommy could feel it and he loved the feeling of it, the way you clenched around him and the flooding warmth of your orgasm. “Oh, you’re such a good girl,” He huffed out, his grip on you a bit tighter, “I’m nearly there baby…” He said in between thrusts and squeezed your breast. You nodded and whispered “I want you to finish inside of me Tommy, please? I want you to fill me up with all of you.” “Fuck baby, I-I-I will…” He said, holding onto you as he finished inside of you after a few more pumps. You moaned out and felt him press numerous kisses against your head.

“How are you feeling? You’re okay?” He tentatively asked, brushing his fingers across your hair. “Yeah, I’m fine sweetie, that was amazing.” You said as you started to run your fingers over his hand by you.

He nodded, “Yeah it was, like I said, I’m pretty lucky.”

You huffed softly at that and enjoyed the feeling of him against you and inside of you. He had finished but he hadn’t pulled out yet. You wished that he never would need to but that wasn’t the case, not even in this more idealistic reality.

“I love you,” you said softly, “and I love you more,” Tommy said as he pressed a kiss to your shoulder. You knew that he would have to get up soon, you’d both have to get dressed and go back to awkward interactions, it didn’t make moments in Tommy’s arms any less precious though.

Tags: @read4funz

#tommy miller x you #tommy miller fluff #tommy miller #tommy miller fanfiction #tommy miller x reader #gabriel luna #the last of us #the last of us hbo #tlou fanfiction #tlou tommy #tommy miller fic #tommy miller x female reader #joel miller #joel miller x female reader

98 notes · View notes

erenyeagerssgf · 1 year

Text

aot as tropes pt 1

♡ characters: levi, hange, erwin

♡ contains: gn!reader, modern au, fluff, angst?, hcs, hange written with she/they pronouns

♡ warning: not proofread, lowercase intended

♡ a/n: something i’ve had in my drafts for a while that i decided to elaborate further only recently. college has been rough as hell, but writing is my only motivation rn. on the bright side tho, i might make some of these one-shots in the future 👀 pt 2 is currently being written & will include: eren, mikasa, armin, and jean

erwin

- my vacation fling

you met on vacation at a tourist spot

i’m sorry but i can just imagine erwin in those khaki shorts and short-sleeve polo shirts with those sandals

anyways

he asked you to take a picture of him since he was by himself & you take the picture for him

he makes conversation as he goes through the photos you took

you were a bit spontaneous - the reason you were on the trip in the first place with barely any luggage

“do you want to check out the rest of these spots together?” you ask erwin as you show him a pamphlet of local favorites

you guys ended up spending the rest of the day together

many pictures were taken & you guys even pretended to be a couple for the couple’s discount at this ice cream parlor

it felt as if you were newlyweds on a honeymoon & you swear you haven’t had this much fun before

it wasn’t until you were on the plane heading home that you realized you never exchanged contact information

staring at the fluffy white clouds that you were now eye-level with, you hope that you may one day run into him again

levi

- a stranger saved my life!

you hadn’t met up with your friend in a while, so naturally, you were excited and a bit less cautious of your surroundings

with your attention elsewhere, you crossed the street without realizing the light had turned red

a stranger tugs your body back into theirs

confused and a bit scared, you look back at the stranger who had pulled you and see a tired, but piercing gaze staring back at you

he immediately chastised you

“watch where you’re going. you could’ve gotten yourself killed.”

heart still racing - you weren’t sure if it was from almost dying or the handsome man that saved you - you thank him and ask for his contact information to repay him

he was hesitant, but after your persistence, he gave in

you contacted him every day in hopes of seeing him again and honestly he was annoyed

days later and no daily text messages, levi grew worried

had you gotten into some kind of accident? he wouldn’t be surprised after your little fiasco when he first met you

levi had not realized that he had grown used to your messages and began to miss them

after much consideration, levi contacted you first

a few hours later, you replied that your phone had broke and you brought it in to be repaired

you were happy that levi missed you and decided to shoot your shot

who knew that levi would agree to go on a date with you?

hange

- i have a crush on my professor?!

you don’t remember the first time your heart sped up in someone else’s presence nor the first time your cheeks grew so hot you thought you were having some kind of heat stroke

all you knew, was that the cause of your growing crush was none other than hange zoe, your chemistry professor

it seems that every time they lingered around you or helped you when you were stuck, butterflies welled up in your stomach

every time that expression of excitement made its way onto her face, you felt your own happiness course its way throughout your body

after learning that professor zoe would be attending the student & professor dinner meet up, you knew you had to go as well

a chance to spend time with your crush outside of class?? of course you wouldn’t miss this chance

after having a few too many drinks, you mustered up the courage to finally make your crush known. you didn’t think too hard about the regret you may feel the morning after, you only thought about how great of an opportunity this was

“professor zoe, may we step outside for a second?”

you poured your heart out to them and they had to admit, for how drunk you were, your confession was pretty articulate

to your dismay however, hange rejected you nicely. a relationship between professor and student was far too scandalous

morally, it wasn’t correct and hange could lose her job. she couldn’t return your feelings.

of course this would happen! what did you expect?

#💐.cutie #.hcs #fluff #small angst #aot headcanons #attack on titan headcanons #aot x reader #levi headcanons #levi x reader #aot x y/n #levi fluff #hange x reader #hanji x reader #erwin x reader #is this considered angst???

116 notes · View notes

xsweetcatastrophe · 2 months

Text

You Broke Me First.

part 4.

Zoe managed to find her bearings, call an uber, and get home in one piece.

It was early afternoon by the time she got out of the shower. She took an extra long shower, staying under the hot water longer than usual. Nothing could make her feel clean enough after the night she had.

She stepped out and into a fluffy towel, and wrapped her hair up in a 2nd towel. She Ordered Chinese off UberEats, put lotion on her legs and put on the baggiest pair of sweatpants she owned. She pulled on an old Columbia T-Shirt, and started combing her hair. She made her way into the living room, lit a candle and grabbed her laptop and recorder. She placed them on the cushion next to her and grabbed her phone and her charger, setting up camp in the living room. By then, she received a notification her food had arrived. She settled back onto the couch with her laptop in her lap and a plate of chicken and broccoli on the coffee table in front of her. She pressed play on the recorder and took a deep breath.

Let's begin.

5 hours later, she was done.

She was proofreading for the 10th time, making sure everything was perfect. Believe it or not, she had a lot of material on her recorder. After a drink or two, he really opened up and became comfortable talking with her. He let his guard down and was candid, talking about his hesitations with taking certain jobs and his struggles adjusting to life under a microscope.

It was hard for Zoe to listen to, as what she heard on the tape recorder was not the asshole she woke up next to. The man on the recorder was just that; a man who had a very public job, but also had fears, concerns, hobbies, a family, etc. He was human. She learned about the man Cillian Murphy, Irish native who was a failed musician. Who likes to pour jalapenos on top of his popcorn. Who reads poetry in his spare time. And isn't that what Zoe went into journalism for? To learn and connect with people?

Zoe sighed and saved the doc and attached it to an email to her editor. Holding her breath, she typed a quick "Cillian Murphy Piece" in the subject line, and clicked send.

She exhaled. Done.

She rolled her neck, normally she would treat herself to a beer but her stomach churned at the thought. She grabbed her remote and turned on Netflix and selected Suits, picking up where she left off.

She took a bite of her food, now cold.

Ok, so maybe I slept with Cillian Murphy, She thought. Best case is, no one will ever believe it. Worst case is, people saw. and they do believe it.

"My life is a fucking joke" Zoe said out loud, to absolutely no one.

Zoe heard her phone go off, the notification she assigned for a new email.

Zoe assumed it was her editor confirming receipt of the email, like he usually does. However, she stared at her phone.

Something was nagging at her. An alarm went off in her head; this wasn't a confirmation. Her father always said trust your gut, and her gut - although currently a little bloated and full of Chinese - was never wrong. This wasn't a confirmation email.

She opened her phone and sure enough she had an email from her boss with the subject line "Tomorrow"

Zoe,

Just got an email that concerns you - can we please meet at 10am tomorrow? Ms. Hannah Woods will be joining us from Elite.

Thanks,

Donna

Who the fuck is Hannah? Elite? Elite what?

Zoe loved her boss, but she was so vague. She had a habit of talking about people as if Zoe knew them.

Was Hannah an employee? She opened up linkedIn and typed in Hannah woods. Zoe found her page - Hannah was a publicist at Elite Talent.

Zoe closed out LinkedIn and opened up google and searched Elite Talent, finding their page. She poked around the website, and found a list of publicists and their contact info. She found Hannah's and clicked on her. It brought her to Hannah's own page on the Elite Talent website, her picture filling her computer screen along with a little blurb about herself. On the side, it had a list of clients that she managed. Zoe's heart dropped.

Hannah was Cillian's publicist.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. He told his publicist. Zoe thought, heart beating out of her chest.

"is this because I insulted your stupid Guinness??" She groaned out loud, her head in her hands.

Zoe begrudgingly responded to Donna's email, saying she'll be there.

Zoe slammed her laptop shut, stood up, and made her way to the kitchen.

So much for not drinking" she said out loud, grabbing a beer.

tags: @lau219

#cillian murphy x oc #cillian murphy x reader #cillian fic #cillian x fem!reader #cillian murphy

8 notes · View notes

blxckchxrrybxby · 2 years

Text

Clear Skies; Dreary Mind

Pairing: Cordelia Goode x Reader

tw: depression, mention of sh

wc: 1,533

a/n: A comfort fic, didn't proofread. Enjoy.

“She hasn’t been out of her room all day. It’s not like her,” Cordelia stated, glancing at the clock.

“Perhaps she’s out on the town with the girls, dear. She and Zoe are nearly inseparable. I doubt one went on a shopping spree without the other,” Myrtle responded, trying to soothe the Supreme of the concern masking her typical smile. The redhead’s Louis Vuitton heels echoed quietly throughout the empty kitchen as she made her way over to the seated woman.

Since it was the weekend and there were no classes, Cordelia spent most of her morning catching up on emails and responding to the council’s most recent affairs and requests. When she emerged from her duties, she noticed most of the girls scattering about; preparing to leave for an outing. Yet, you were nowhere in sight. Sure, there would be times when you’d be cooped up in your room stuck in study mode or hiding out in the greenhouse for a few hours of silence, but your absence never remained past 3 o’clock. She would always see you at some point throughout the day.

Even if your presence was fleeting.

Standing before Cordelia, the soft pads of Myrtle’s thumbs carefully smoothed out the creasing porcelain skin beneath it. “Darling, you’ll give yourself wrinkles if you keep worrying at this rate.” She shook her head—hair moving swiftly with the action—while mumbling under her breath, “Such a shame to inherit Fiona’s haggish skin.”

Cordelia let out a sigh, knowing her gut would never lie about the condition of one of her girls. Her manicured hand gently grasped Myrtle’s wrist as she looked up. “Thank you, Myrtle, but I should go check. Just to be sure. I can still feel her near.”

Myrtle’s hands retreated from the Supreme’s face, not before cupping her sweet Delia’s cheeks. “Then go check on her, my dear. I’ll go speak with Spalding regarding supper. If you need me, simply whisper Balenciaga.”

You laid on your bed, curled into a ball with the comforter shielding you from the rays of sun beaming into your room. Some days you could wake up and handle what life would throw at you, however, today was different. You knew it would be a challenge since you spent last night crying yourself to sleep, but you figured your mood would lighten somehow; whether it be from Zoe dragging you out of bed to eat or Madison feeding you the daily gossip against your wishes. Yet, as the hours passed, no one showed up at your door; spiraling your mind into a pit of abandonment.

As you stared into the darkness of your covers, a selfish thought entered your mind. One you had not encountered in months. You closed your eyes as your cold fingertips caressed the fragile skin against your wrist and forearm. It had been so long, and you were doing so well… but it felt so good in the worst of ways. Your nails began to dig into the skin as you allowed your mind to wallow in the filth of self-pity. This would surely be easier to hide than a scar left behind from the kiss of a sharp razor blade.

It felt as if a thousand self-deprecating thoughts clouded your mind; fighting off every good thought trying to save you. Mentally, you were drowning. You couldn’t escape the darkness lingering about within you, and quite frankly you didn’t plan to. Numbness sunk into your body, reclaiming the being it used to dwell inside. With a lack of fresh air and dissociating from your surroundings, you hadn’t noticed the increase of your breath, nor the voice trying so desperately to drag you out of your mental confinements.

Your eyes shot open, slowly registering Cordelia’s voice as she hovered above you, gently shaking you. The brightness of the room made you wince as your gaze found hers. Her hair fell down, outlining her face, while also providing a temporary shield from the light.

“y/n? Come back to me sweet girl. Can you hear me?”

You nodded in response, focusing solely on her. Your voice betrayed you, not moving to utter a sound.

“Here… let me help you up.” She stated, gently helping you to sit upright against your headboard. The tears from last night left dried-up stains across your cheeks that did not go unnoticed by the Supreme.

Soft fingers caressed your oily skin (most likely developing from the humidity created from being under the covers) while she looked you over. Her expression softened as her eyes scanned over the deep crescent marks scattered across your arm. Some were already bruising while others merely held the impression of your nails.

This felt all too familiar to her.

She may have only cared for you for a small portion of your life, but she never saw you as a timeframe. You resided deep within her heart like the rest of the coven; each girl having their own special place within it. To her, you were the sun. You could brighten up any room you walked into, even if you shied away. There was a great light residing within you. However, alongside the light, she knew you descended from years and years of great sorrow. As soon as she accepted you into the coven, she vowed to do whatever she could to never allow the darkness of those years to overcast her ray of sunshine.

“What happened, sweet girl?” You blinked slowly, watching as she noticed the puffiness surrounding your eyes and the dark circles accompanying it. “Have you eaten?” Her voice was soft and empathetic. Despite how well you had been doing mentally, she knew you just as well on your bad days.

You shook your head, averting your eyes from her strong gaze.

“I think it would be best if you put something on your stomach.” She gently placed a curled finger under your chin, lifting your head up. “How does that sound, hm?”

You shrugged your shoulders, still at a loss for words. Your fingers fidgeted, messing with the thread on your oversized t-shirt. You were sure she could feel your anxiety vibrating through the air.

She smiled softly, “Would it still be-” she shrugged, mimicking your actions, “-even if I cooked your favorite meal?”

Usually, the thought of sharing a meal alone with Cordelia would lift your spirits—especially since it would be your favorite dish—however, you remained the same. Unmoved and unphased by the offer.

Her smile faded as she realized your lack of delight. She got more comfortable, moving to sit next to you. During moments like this, it was best for her to be here for you and not rush you to escape the depression bounding your emotions. Her left arm wrapped itself around you, lightly pulling you into an embrace.

As soon as your arms reciprocated the embrace, your emotions came flooding out. One hand rubbed your back while the other laid against the back of your head, pressing you closer to her heart. Your sobs shook your body as you clutched onto the Supreme’s blouse for grounding.

“Shhh, I’m here.” She whispered softly, rocking you. Soft kisses were pressed atop your head and forehead.

“Why doesn’t anyone love me? Why…why doesn’t anyone want me?” You choked out, burying your face against her. Although your words were muffled, Cordelia could understand you as clear as day.

“Oh, sweetie…” Her hand moved from your head to your cheek, as she strained her neck to look down into your watery eyes, “I know you’ve been through so much… so much more than anyone your age should ever have to go through.” Her lip quivered as her eyebrows furrowed in sadness, trying her best to keep her own tears at bay. “And I know no one has ever apologized for any of it. For the abuse… for the abandonment… for any of it, but-” her voice cracked as she took a moment to calm her emotions. “But we are here. We are your family now and every single being in this household cherishes you. We would be lost without you. Do you hear me, my sweet girl?”

Her fingertips caressed your cheek, not caring a bit about the tears streaming down your face. She allowed you to cry against her as she continued to whisper affirmations against your hair.

“We love you so much. I love you with my entirety. Across eons and back.” Her lips pursed, continuing to lay sweet kisses across your beautiful head. If only she could go deeper into your mind and fight off your demons herself. “I’m so sorry for the cruelty the world has served you. I’d do anything for you. You are my girl.”

As your tears slowed down and your body began to relax against hers, Cordelia’s embrace remained the same. She held you as close as she could, fearful of letting you go. As if all the broken pieces of you would finally shatter and leave nothing whole behind.

“Please… don’t leave.” You mumbled, voice thick from crying. Her fingers stroked through your hair as she continued to rock you.

“I’m not going anywhere, darling. I promise.”

#cordelia goode #cordelia goode x reader #comfort #depression

53 notes · View notes

selfcarecap · 2 years

Note

Thoughts for when you wake up. I also didn't proofread bc I'm sleepy and lazy. Apologies:

Escape Room 1: it was a nice concept! Fresh and fun, I though. Plus, I really love psychological thrillers, so this movie was up my alley. I think the characters behaved quite naturally for people placed in the situation they were in, and they were all unique enough to where they evokes certain emotions from you. The cinematography was awesome and I enjoyed a majority of the film. The ending was a bit, "eh..." for me. Mostly bc wtf was that plane scene? I also didn't like how they "seemingly" won, but it turns out they just got fucked over again by some allknowing being like...shut up

Escape Room 2: the ending from the last one didn't have me too excited for the second one, ngl. I was happy so see Holland Rolland in it, however, so it was okay. I said, "they finally got her in something other than teen wolf" ☠️☠️☠️ anyway. I'll be real, the second one didn't have my full attention one hundred percent of the time lmao. The scenes were still very pretty, but the premise was too similar to the first one. And like...of course it's gonna be? Bc they're in the same type of situation?? But damnn, I didn't need a lot of this. And it was very :/ bc the main girl (I forget her name) was acting more reckless in the second film like...wasn't she supposed to be the cautious one? And the dude who didn't gaf was more logical most of the time? Come on man... I also didn't like how they were all like, "ooh, in my game..." like...this isn't your first game, focus on the now omg

And don't get me started on how they kept bringing back people! Why didn't the military vet die?? Her plot and why she was making the game was stupid and it felt like someone pulled it out of their ass at the last minute 😒

Part two was annoying and I barely remember the ending. I feel like they set it up for a part three? But who knows...

Now, I have another question. Have you ever seen The Exam or The Lodge (both psych thrillers)?

Ahh thank you for sending them <3😌 (probably) big rant ahead lmao

Omgg I agree, I enjoyed the first one, it was an interesting premise and it had a good set of characters. Also at first it wasn’t quite clear (to me at least) who the MC was or if there even was one and I thought that was kind of cool too? Or for example I knew Zoe (?) wasn’t actually dead when she died from that poison but still. Predictability doesn’t always have to be bad. Omg it was annoying that they all kinda worked alone tho? 💀 like whenever someone found a clue/hint/whatever they would spend 5 minutes trying to solve it on their own like I’m sure at least one life could have been spared if they actually talked to each other dhsks

But I didn’t like the end either like I hate how nowadays they’re always setting everything up for a part two like ofc I get they want to make money but chill. If you’re a good writer you can easily make a part two even if you didn’t set up the whole plot in the previous film. And tbh even after the second film I didn’t understand how the ‘boss’ (idr his name) knew EVERYTHING. like i was so sure there was gonna be something supernatural involved bc even with all the technology we have today and genius people.. it’s just way too unrealistic that they planned everything THAT well. And idm unrealistic films but like this was supposed to be a realistic psychological thriller so.

I was happy that Holland was in it too! And yeah I think I’ve only ever seen her as Lydia tbh 😭and she looked so different (and more grown up obv) but I was happy to see her. And omg yeah I mean maybe it was just the novelty of it but I liked the rooms in the first one more too. And same same same I mean Zoe was so shy in the first film and I liked that she became more confident but at the same time.. aren’t you traumatised lmao. And I would have liked if they gave her a different arc with her confidence like idk in the first one she was shy and got a bit more confident bc she solved some clues and obviously the end but idk. They did talk about the trauma tho which I liked bc usually in those type of films the go through a life altering situation and two days later they’re sitting on some beach and chilling like shouldn’t you be in therapy💀 good for them if they’re not traumatised but it’s usually so unrealistic. And yeahh they kept talking about their old games that, in the end, had nothing to do w this one as if they had any time to waste lol.

ALSO i didn’t realise that they were not together??? At the end of ER 1 i thought they were together and on a date and in the second one i also thought they were together but then when he “died” she was like ‘he was my best friend’… ma’am didn’t you see how you were looking at each other? They didn’t kiss but that didn’t matter like they were clearly in love and I was at least hoping for friends to lovers bc it was just annoying that nothing romantic actually happened between them. And yeah the end of the second one.. I think they set it up for a part 3 but I stopped paying attention by then shsksjssk but the girl (the actress who plays that esther orphan girl) locked her dad in and said she’s gonna make her parents proud by making even cooler escape rooms but like i said i wasn’t fully paying attention so maybe that’s not what she said lol

Okay that’s enough sorry shsjsjsks

I haven’t watched either of those but they seem interesting 👀 but there are a few films called the exam so is it the one with Gemma Chan? And omg Jacob Barber is in the Lodge? Shsjs he’s everywhere lmao but I get it he’s perfect for those genres lmao there’s something weird about him (or he plays it well i mean he’s probably not like that irl but idk i’ve never watched an interview i think). Seems interesting but also like it’s a bit more horror than thriller? And I have to be careful with horror bc then I have trouble sleeping for weeks to come shsjsjsj so lmk how scary it is bc it does seem interesting 👀👀👀

#i’m so glad you didn’t proofread because holland rolland 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭#escape room spoilers #?lmao #kendra <3 #lmao sorry for the late reply yesterday was a depression day™️ (I’m absolutely fine now tho so don’t acknowledge it shsjs)#and i had to take a break from escape room bc i dreamt about it 😭😭😭😭😭#thank god my brain didn’t come up with an actual escape room scenario but i just was in an escape room lol #and since i watched that film it automatically meant i might die in my dream too lol

6 notes · View notes

pokegeek151 · 3 years

Text

@fowlblue This is your fault (based on this)

(Read it on AO3!)

Artemis did not have a good track record when it came to birthdays. His parents had always cared more about them than he did, and the combination of time skipping, cloning, and the monotony of encroaching adulthood made keeping track of his birthdays a tedious process. He had a tradition to uphold, though, which was how he ended up sprawled in an armchair in his flat, just over halfway through a bottle of expensive red wine as the clock inched towards four in the morning on September 1st.

He heard the glass door to the balcony quietly slide open and shut, though he did not look up. The faint shimmer in the air told him exactly who had come to bother him on a day he'd prefer to be left alone.

"Did Butler put you up to this?" he asked the empty air.

A few moments later, Holly materialized in front of him. "I got a surface visa, finally, and I thought I'd say hi. What did Butler supposedly put me up to?" She looked him up and down briefly. "Are you...drunk?"

Artemis lazily swirled what was left at the bottom of his wine glass. "Drunk is a strong word. Impaired, certainly." He took a long sip and drained his glass. "Would you like a drink? I do not have the constitution for a full bottle, and whatever is left will go down the sink tomorrow."

Holly did not do a good job hiding her confusion, or concern, or...whatever she was feeling. "Human alcohol doesn't--"

"Yes, yes. Fairies are unaffected by -OH alcohol. But your tastebuds can still appreciate a fine vintage." He tilted the glass towards him and examined the faint, pinkish residue left behind. "Or perhaps a decent vintage. Sommelier...ing was never a talent I cared to cultivate. The clerk said it was quality, but I have read enough studies to know it doesn't matter."

She hesitated, then asked, "Where are the glasses?"

The chair Artemis was draped over faced away from the kitchen area, so he gestured vaguely over his shoulder with his free hand. "Top shelf in the cabinet with the other glasses."

He listened as Holly dragged a chair to the cabinet in order to reach the uppermost shelf. When he heard her coming back, he slowly dragged himself into something approaching a proper sitting position.

She sat in an armchair across from him and picked up the open bottle. "What's the occasion?" she asked as she poured a bit of wine into her glass. She pointed the neck in his direction, and he wordlessly held his glass out to her to be filled.

He leaned forward, perilously close to falling out of his chair, and tapped his glass to hers. "L'chaim," he said over the gentle clink. "To life. To my life, in fact." He leaned back, nearly fell back, into his chair. "It is my birthday."

"Is that today? I lose track of the human calendar sometimes." Holly asked. Artemis didn't have the energy or capacity to evaluate her microexpressions.

Artemis took a long sip of his wine. He didn't take time to savor the taste; he liked wine well enough, but he was past the point of caring about this particular bottle. "It is indeed, and you have intruded on my annual ritual."

She raised a skeptical eyebrow. "Getting drunk alone in your flat?"

"I am not drunk," he repeated. "I am impaired."

"Fine, fine. Getting impaired alone in your flat? That doesn't seem like a fun birthday tradition."

"It's not." He finished his glass, then glanced over at the bottle on the low table between them. He'd already had quite a bit (calculating how much was beyond what his fuzzy mind could do quickly, and if he couldn't do it quickly, he didn't care enough to), but he had cleared his schedule for tomorrow in anticipation of quite the hangover. Holly reached forward at the same time he did, and because she was closer, she was able to slide it a few inches out of his grasp. He rolled his eyes, but he conceded and fell back into his chair.

"Birthdays are supposed to be fun, right?" Holly asked. "I'm surprised you didn't spend a ransom's worth on a party with a champagne hot tub or whatever it is you rich people are into."

Artemis nearly gagged at the mention of a party. "Absolutely not. I have had enough birthday parties to last the rest of my life." The beginnings of a headache were beginning to set in, making him grateful that Holly had taken the bottle. He really had reached his limit, at least as far as tomorrow would be concerned.

Holly took a small drink from her glass. "Oh yeah?" she prodded.

"My mother always liked to throw these...massive parties for my birthday," he explained. The alcohol had loosened his tongue, but he didn't very much care at the moment. "They were more about her than about me. Everyone would get drunk, even my parents, and leave a huge mess for Butler to clean up."

"So now you get drunk instead?"

"Not drunk. Impaired." It took some effort, but he managed to reach over the wide arm of the chair and place his empty wine glass on the floor. After a few precarious wobbles, it steadied without tipping over. "Have you ever been impaired, Holly? It is quite lovely."

She chuckled, just a bit. "Yes, Artemis. I've been impaired."

"I am operating at full capacity at all times, and it is exhausting. I know everything, all the time. Well, perhaps not everything. But most things. Sometimes, on special occasions, it is nice to not be in full control." He felt in his memory the weight of his mother's arm around his shoulders as he, stone sober, practically carried her to her room on the night of his 19th birthday. Idly, he wished he had another glass of wine.

"I'll drink to that," Holly said, bringing Artemis back to the present. She motioned like she was performing a toast, then drank the entirety of her glass. "This stuff is so bitter," she complained. "Why do humans like wine?"

"I haven't a clue," he said. The sound of water splashing into a sink full of abandoned dishes played in his head, and he realized they had reached the wallowing part of the festivities. "Thank you for helping me to finish my wine. You're welcome to leave. I plan to go to bed before I start crying and feeling sorry for myself."

Holly set her glass on the table with a quiet clink. "I'm not leaving you like this, Artemis."

"Like what?"

"Drunk. Impaired," she corrected, exaggerating a posh accent.

"I am capable of taking care of myself," he protested.

"That doesn't mean you have to."

Artemis didn't have a response for her then, and he did not think of one as she extracted him from the armchair and helped him stumble into bed. As the sounds of her rinsing and drying the two wine glasses filtered in through the partially opened door, he wondered if she would still be there in the morning.

#artemis fowl #holly short #af fanfic #tw alcohol #tw alcohol mention #angstttttt #thank you for proofreading zoe #latte writes things

85 notes · View notes

ssturniolo · 6 months

Note

hi! how are you? so this is my first time requesting anything so sorry if im not doing it right.. anyways, could i please request a fic where like yn sitting on the couch mindlessly scrolling through tiktok, and she saves an edit of matt to a collection and he see it happen, so he grabs her phone (which i lowk feel is outta character for him but wtv) and he starts scrolling though the collection and making fun of her and stuff?? idk i thought itd be cute/funny. but yea you dont have to just a suggestion:) thank you<3

btw im in love with your ficsss!!

I know

𝔭𝔞𝔦𝔯𝔦𝔫𝔤 - Matt x fem!reader

𝔰𝔲𝔪𝔪𝔞𝔯𝔶 - request <3

𝔴𝔞𝔯𝔫𝔦𝔫𝔤𝔰 - Nothing, just fluff (not proofread)

𝔞/𝔫 - awww tysm! Your so sweet!

After a long day at work, you’re so grateful to be curled up with Matt on the couch, scrolling through TikTok absentmindedly. After awhile of not really paying attention to what you’re watching, a certain edit catches your attention.

Your boyfriend, Matthew Sturniolo being edited to ‘GMFU’ is the cutest thing ever, and you find yourself blushing at your phone even though he’s literally sitting right next to you.

After hearing the same audio play at least 6 times, Matt glances over your shoulder to see you adding an edit of him to a collection named ‘loml’.

Laughing quietly to himself, Matt leans over to plant a kiss on your cheek before asking, “can I borrow your phone for a sec princess? I need to look at something quick”.

Not thinking anything of it, you hand your phone over immediately, leaning your head against his shoulder.

Matt turns the phone screen away from you slightly, going to your TikTok collections. Smiling to himself, he clicks on ‘loml’ surprised to see 1,385 videos saved.

Confused at why Matt’s smiling at your phone, you lean over immediately embarrassed.

“Hey! Gimme my phone back” you say, quickly snatching it from his hands.

“One thousand three hundred eighty-five?” He giggles, unable to hold his laughter back. “Geez baby I love you too”.

Rolling your eyes, you scoot your body away from him, crossing your arms over your chest.

“I can’t believe you just went on my phone for that” you pout, half joking and half embarrassed he found this.

“I’m sorryyyy” he drags out, pulling you back over to him, sitting you on his lap.

Refusing to look at him, you still pout playfully at the smile still plastered to his face.

“You don’t look sorry” you mumble as heat creeps up your neck.

Matt lifts your chin, forcing you to look into those beautiful blue eyes of his.

“For the record, I think that’s actually really cute” he says, leaning in to plant a kiss on the tip of your nose.

“Your lucky I love you” you joke, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I know baby, I know”.

/////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////////

Not sure I love this but whatever, I hope y’all enjoy!

XOXO - Zoe

#fypage #sturniolo triplets #sturniolo fanfic #matt sturniolo #chris sturniolo #imagine #christopher sturniolo #nick sturniolo #matthew sturniolo imagine #matthew sturniolo x reader #matthew sturniolo #matt sturniolo fanfiction #matt sturniolo imagine #matt sturniolo x reader #matt sturniolo fic #fanfic #fypppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppppp #the sturniolos #the sturniolo triplets

591 notes · View notes

popquizhot-shot · 3 years

Text

Jealousy-Pin Hawthorne x reader

This is Part-1

Requested-Nope

Warnings- Jealousy? Insecurity, wanting to stab someone, sad reader, sad Pin, language, death of a horse (not graphic. part of backstory), this is a bit dramatic for a Free Rein fic. not proofread.

A/n- This is a self-indulgent fic and does not follow the timeline of the show, i’m pretty sure I don’t know what I’m doing.

Summary- Y/n is jealous of Zoe

Tag: @thatfangirl42

Damn her, damn her for being so perfect. Damn her for getting everything you ever wanted.

Damn her for taking away Pin, your best friend.

Damn her for taking away Raven, the only thing that reminded you of Diana.

Damn Zoe Philips.

Flashback

It seemed as if the world stopped moving.

Your mare, Diana broke her leg.

She had to be put down.

“ Y/n, we have to.” Pin said, “ Diana is in too much pain, do this for her.”

You couldn’t, how could you? The black mare was the one thing that made you happy. She was the sweetest, most loving creature, even Raven liked her, and he hated everybody.

Pin knew how much you loved Diana, and how much she loved you. It broke his heart, because not only was he devastated over Diana, he knew how much she meant to you. You never had the best relationship with your parents, so you decided to come here, to live with your relatives. Diana was there for you, she made you laugh, she’d chew your hair, and she trusted you, more than anyone.

“ Pin, I can’t! She can’t die! She won’t! She’ll heal and we’ll all be fine.” you replied.

Sighing, he came over you and took your hand.

“ Y/n, Diana is in pain, if you love her, you have to let her go, I’m so sorry Y/n/n. Please do this for her. Relieve her from her pain.”

Sobbing, you nodded and he pulled you into a hug.

“ Shhh, cry all you want sweetheart. Let it all out. Everything’s going to be alright.” he kissed your head.

Pin helped you get over Diana’s death, bit by bit. He introduced you to a new horse Shadowfax. That was when you realized you loved him.

You thought he loved you too, after all, he was closest to you. Always defended you from Mia, you both always rode together, and he liked having you around.

How wrong you were.

Everything changed the day Zoe found Raven.

Raven, who liked you the most, went and bonded with Zoe.

Pin seemed to hate her at first. But you saw the was he looked at her when he thought no one noticed.

You thought you could physically hear your heart break.

So you distanced yourself. From Pin, from your relatives. From Becky and Jade.

You only focused on riding.

“ Y/n’s acting strange lately. Have you noticed Becky?” Jade asked her best friend as they were hosing down Bob.

“ I’ve noticed Jade, we should talk to her.” Becky agreed

“ She’s been getting better and better at riding everyday. She’s going to make the under-18 team. I bet you.” Jade nodded towards you, who was practicing , “ and she’s not talking to Pin either. I found that so strange! They’re so close! and Pin really likes her!”

“ Let’s talk to her after she finished practicing.” Becky suggested.

“ Yes, let’s.”

“ Well, that didn’t go well at all.” Becky grumbled.

“ Agreed.” Jade replied.

You gave short answers and when they prodded you, you snapped at themm clearly angry.

“ Pin’s the only one who’ll be able to talk to her.” Jade said.

“ What’s up guys?” Zoe came up to them.

“ Y/n.” they said in unison.

“ Oh. what happened?”

“ She’s not talking to any of us.” Becky explained.

“ Yeah, I found it weird. Pin keeps talking to me about her, he’s getting worried. She won’t talk to him.”

“ He needs to go talk to her!” Jade exclaimed, “ I can’t see my friend like this! She’s only focusing on riding, tiring herself out everyday and not talking to any f us!”

“ Pin needs to talk to her! I ship them so much! I can’t let that ship sail!” Becky groaned.

“ Becky! Jade! Calm down. I’ll talk to Pin and tell him to talk to Y/n.”

God, you wanted to stab Zoe, like just lodge a knife in her stomach and watch the-

“Woah! Getting a little ahead of myself there!” you said to yourself. But what else was there to do.

You felt bad for snapping at Becky and Jade and wanted to go apologize to them. So you made your way to the stables and there you found Pin..and Zoe.

They seemed to be talking quite seriously and Zoe looked around before whispering something in his ear.

You couldn’t take it.

Head up, chin out and fighting back tears, you walked past them to Shadowfax’s stable to tack him up.

“ Shit.” Pin whispered.

“ Go! Talk to her!” Zoe pushed him towards you.

Taking a deep breath, Pin made his way to you.

“ Hey Y/n/n.” he said, coming to pet Shadowfax.

“ Hi.” you reply.

“ Are you okay? You’ve been distant lately.”

“ I’m fine, thank you for asking. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have to go practice.” you lead your horse out and quickly made your way to the training area. (i don’t what it’s called).

Pin followed you and took your hand, you pulled away and didn’t look at him, missing the hurt on his face.

“ Shouldn’t you be with Zoe?” you ask him, voice bitter.

“ Zoe? Is this what all this is about?”

“ Like I said Hawthorne, I have to go practice. Good day.” you walked away..

“ Dammit!’ Pin shouted after you left.

After your practice and rubbing down Shadowfax, you made your way to the cafe. You were pushing yourself a bit too much, and walked home tired and on the verge of fainting everyday.

You went inside to find Becky at the register. Good, you still wanted to apologize to her.

“ Hey Becky!” you call out, making her eyebrows go up.

“..Hey Y/n.” she replies.

“ I just wanted to say, I’m really sorry for how I snapped earlier. I don’t know what’s gotten into me these days. I hope you can forgive me.” you apologize.

Becky smiles before reaching out and giving you a small hug from across the counter.

“ I forgive you, now lemme get you a cupcake.”

“ I just want to know, why are you not talking to us anymore? What have we done? What have I don-”

“ Pin! Stop talking to yourself in the mirror and come down! I need your help with dinner!”

“S-sorry coming dad!” Pin yells and runs down to the kitchen.”

-----

“Y/n, please just tell us!” Jade coaxes.

Clenching your jaw, you refuse to look at them. They started prodding you with questions again and you almost snapped at them.

“ Please, we just want to know what’s going on with our best friend.” Becky puts her hands on your shoulders,

“ Me?” you scoffed, “ isn’t Zoe your best friend.”

Becky glanced at Jade.

There, That’s the reason

“ Y/n, we like Zoe a lot, but she could never replace you. You’re our best friend too! and Zoe’s really nice, but she isn’t you, no one is . We love you!” Jade hugged you from behind.

Tears start forming in your eyes and you hastily blink them away.

“ I’m so sorry. I was such a bitch to both of you.” you hold their hands.

“ Hey, it’s ok, we forgive you.” they sandwich you in a hug.

“ So, what’s the deal with Y/n? She isn’t coming over anymore?” Ted asked Pin,

“ I don’t know dad, she isn’t talking to me, she just glares at me and tells me to go play with Zoe instead of wasting my time.” Pin grumbles.

Ted starts chuckling, clearly understanding what’s going on.

“ Dad, why are you laughing?” Pin questions, unamused.

“ Oh son.” Ted gasps, “ you’re so oblivious.”

“ What do you mean?”

“ Pin, Y/n likes you, and she’s jealous. The same way you were jealous of how much time she spent with Marcus, she’s jealous of the how much time you spend with Zoe. Go now. Talk to her.”

“ What?” Pin asks, a little stunned.

“ Go Pin!” Ted shoves him out.

“ I was jealous, I thought that you didn’t want to be around me anymore. I thought you preferred Zoe and I wouldn’t be surprised, she is lovely. But the truth is, I love you Pin, god I love you.”

“ You know, if you want to practice confessing your love, it’s best not to do it where someone else can hear it.” Marcus’s voice comes from behind you.

“ Oh shit.”

#freddy carter x reader #pin hawthorne x reader #Free Rein #marcus x reader #free rein fic #Echo actually writes

171 notes · View notes

themaribatpit · 3 years

Text

Fiasco At The Wayne Gala

Author’s note: This story was written by DC Fanboy and proofread by Maribat fangirl, as a reaction to Style Queen. Maribat fangirl has been hard at work on Chapter 6 of “Hanging by a Thread”, while DC fanboy needed a break from the angst. This is the result, enjoy.

Content warning: A dash of Chloe salt, mostly Audrey managing to piss off everyone. Ships: Jason Todd / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Dick Grayson / Barbara Gordon, Cassandra Cain / Stephanie Brown, Tim Drake / Bernard Dowd (mentioned), Bruce Wayne / Selina Kyle.

Fiasco at the Wayne Gala

Jason stood at the driveway to Wayne Manor, bored out of his mind as he waited for Marinette to arrive. Another Wayne Gala was underway, with Gotham’s elite pouring into Wayne Manor. Marinette said she would be arriving with her roommate, Zoe. He took out his phone and messaged his girlfriend asking where she was. He was interrupted from his thoughts when a rude woman cleared her throat in front of him. Jason was just able to look up from his phone before he was berated for not paying attention to her.

“You! Valet! How dare you play on your phone when you should be attending to us guests?” the woman screeched. Jason cringed and immediately placed his phone back into his pocket, just as he was about to argue with this banshee that he wasn’t a valet, he was rudely interrupted again with another screech. “How unprofessional! Notify Bruce Wayne that I, Audrey Bourgeois have arrived,” she waved her hand as if to shoo him away. “Now go and park the car before I fire you.” She tossed her keys to Jason, before promptly walking away with her chin held snobbishly high.

Jason looked down at the keys in his hands. He looked at the woman walking away and then towards her car, a jet black convertible. He walked around the vehicle, admiring the exquisite European sports car. A mischievous grin grew on his face as he looked back at the keys in his hand, he jumped in over the door into the car and started its engine. It roared to life, Jason couldn’t resist stamping both his feet on the accelerator and brakes at the same time. The tyres screeched from the friction, spewing smoke behind him. He then spun around, performing a doughnut around the driveway. He left behind a trail of black tyre markings on the asphalt below. Jason stomped his foot onto the accelerator, all the way to the bottom. The engine roared in response with an immediate burst of power, rocketing him out of Wayne Manor, speeding off into the distance.

Meanwhile, Dick waited for the cloakroom attendant to return. In his hands he held Barbara’s coat. Him being the gentleman that he was, he volunteered to bring it to the cloakroom for her. As he patiently waited at the counter, he heard a throat being cleared behind him. He chose to ignore it but then the voice grew louder. He elected to ignore it again, but the person behind him then shouted “You!”

Dick turned in surprise, he looked around to the source of the voice, a woman wearing a black, white and gold ball gown with a white fur coat in her arms. Beside her was, what he assumed to be, her daughter. She wore a matching dress and an entitled look on her face. He looked around, thinking and hoping she was trying to talk to someone else.

The woman then threw her coat at Dick, it draped over his head completely. He looked as if he was wearing an expensive ghost costume, as the coat hung over his head. The rude woman continued, “Now put this in the cloakroom, bring me the ticket when you are done and make sure nothing happens to it.” Dick didn’t say anything at that moment, he hadn’t fully registered what had just happened. “It is an expensive Arctic Fox coat, if anything were to happen to it I will make sure Mr. Wayne fires you.” She stomped off with her daughter in tow, the two walked past Barbara with Haley napping on her lap. The two scoff in disgust at the sight of the dog, “Disgusting, don't you think?” Audrey asked her daughter.

Chloe repeated the sentiment, “Absolutely, Mother.”

Audrey nodded towards her daughter in approval before turning back to face Barbara, “Now get that mangy, misshapen mutt out of here before we file a complaint and get that thing put down!” she threatened before walking away.

Haley whimpered from the scary lady’s yelling, Barbara’s eyes narrowed as her hands moved to cover Haley’s floppy ears, “Oh no you did not just threaten Haley.”

“Where did she go? I can’t see.” Dick asked, the coat still covering his head.

Tim stood near the food table, enjoying canapés and several other hors d'oeuvre while waiting for his date, Bernard, to arrive at the gala. A loud voice caught his attention mid bite, “Is that you Timothy? Oh it is you.” He looked up from his plate to see an obnoxious woman wearing sunglasses indoors, at night.

“Do you remember me? I’m your Aunt Audrey.” the woman spoke.

Tim cringed internally, remembering the woman from past events. A horrible woman if he remembered correctly, always sucking up to his parents, pretending to be their friend. Most of all he remembered the constant attempts at matchmaking, doing whatever she could to pawn her daughter off to the Drake family to gain their favour. He quickly swallowed the appetizer in his mouth and answered “Hello Aunt Audrey.” with a strained smile. His mind was in a flurry, trying to think of a plan to get rid of her.

“Oh how handsome you’ve grown, why don't you spend time with my daughter? I brought her here today.” she suggested, her voice devoid of any sincerity.

Tim slowly backed off, looking around the room hoping to think of a plan to get her to leave him alone. “Well...you see…” he tried to stall for time. He then spotted a familiar plume of blonde hair standing near the performing band and rushed towards her. “Steph! You gotta help me!” he croaked.

She turned in surprise, “Tim? You okay? What's wrong?”

“Pretend to be my date” he blurted out.

“What?” she cried incredulously, “No, I’m dating Cass. What would Bernard say?” she responded angrily.

“Please, I’m begging you. At least until this crazy woman leaves me alone,” Tim explained, “she’s been trying to hook me up with her daughter for years.” Tim grabbed on to her arms and gave her a shake.

“What is this, some kind of fake dating storyline? Did I wake up in one of your K-Dramas?” She answered in a voice dripping with sarcasm. She then peered over his shoulder to see two women in hot pursuit, shoving guests aside. She was already feeling her mood sour from their presence.

“You owe me for this, understand?” Stephanie said, her fingers jabbed Tim in the chest before she pinched the bridge of her nose.

“Thanks, I’ll pay you back some day.” Tim then held out his elbow for Stephanie, which she held on to.

Tim and Steph slowly walked up to Audrey, “Aunt Audrey, I’d like to meet my girlfriend Stephanie Brown.” He gestures towards his friend. Stephanie then kissed Tim in the cheek, trying her absolute best to not show just how irritated she was at the whole situation.

Audrey’s eyes twitched at the sight, but it was unnoticeable under her sunglasses. “Nice to meet you too Stephanie.” she greeted, venom dripping from her voice. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I will attend to other guests. It was nice meeting you again Timothy.” She then stomped away with Chloe in tow.

The two then breathed a sigh of relief as they were left alone, “I need a drink” groaned Stephanie, as she held onto her forehead. “I just hope that Cass didn't see....that.” She turned around to see Cassandra Cain right behind the two, a frown on her face.

Both Tim and Steph both held up their hands, attempting to placate the girl in front of them. “Tim needed a fake date to get rid of a crazy old hag.” explained Steph, as quickly and concisely as she could. Stephanie gave Tim the evil eye, thinking of all the ways she would hurt him if his fiasco cost her her relationship with Cass.

Cass spun her finger on the side of her head. Tim and Steph released a breath they both had been holding, worried of what Cass’ reaction would be. Fortunately for them, Cass was able to see the whole thing. From watching Tim’s desperate plea, to the subtle signs of discomfort as the two spoke to Ms. Bourgeois.

Damian clung to the edges of the party, he detested these events. However, as the son of Gotham’s Billionaire he had no choice but to attend. He wandered around, hands in his pockets, he hoped he could find a familiar face in a sea of strangers. Perhaps Gordon or Grayson would let him pet Haley, it would at least help pass the time better.

For someone unaware of who he was, one could possibly mistake him for a delinquent. Then again, he was the grandson of the Demon. He spotted the dog on Gordon's lap, and made his way towards her. He was then intercepted by a raging woman pointing her finger at him and calling him a trespasser and an intruder.

The gall of this woman, he clenched his teeth and yelled back. "Shut up you hag, I live here!"

The woman expressed a loud gasp, "How dare you call me that? Do you know who I am? I am Audrey Bourgeois, director of Style Queen."

Damian rolled his eyes, "What? A magazine giving fashion advice to shriveled old hags like you?" he shot back.

Audrey Bourgeois snapped, she yelled at the boy at the top of the voice "How dare you!"

Damian shouted back "How dare YOU! Do you know who I am?"

Their shouting match had drawn the entire attention of the ball room, eyes drawn to the argument unraveling before them. Tim and Dick walked closer, hoping to get a clear view of what was happening, and to intervene if necessary. Who knows what would happen with Damian around?

Alfred ignored the chaos unraveling around him as he pushed a food trolley through the ball room. However, a young woman with blonde hair rushed in front of his trolley. "May I help you?" He asked.

"My mother is being harassed by some miscreant, go get rid of him." Chloe growled towards the butler.

"Very well." Alfred complied and began walking to the two shouting their lungs off.

Damian spots the two former Robins approaching and calls out to them, "Grayson, Drake, tell her who I am and get rid of her."

Both Tim and Dick narrowed their eyes, annoyed about how all attention was now on the two of them. The two looked at each other, annoyed at their younger sibling.

Tim had a plan to redirect that attention and knock Hell Spawn down a peg, "Who are you?" he asked.

This infuriated Damian, he roared "Traitor!" and was about to throw fists at Tim before Alfred stepped in between them.

"Please, let us all calm down and enjoy this fine evening." Alfred attempted to calm the entire situation.

"Not until you get rid of him!" Audrey yelled, pointing her finger accusingly at Damian.

"I'm afraid I can't do that Madam." Alfred deadpanned.

Audrey stomped her foot in anger, then she pointed threateningly at Alfred. "You're fired!" she yelled.

Alfred sighs and answers in a monotone voice "Madam, with all due respect, I don't work for you. I work for Master Wayne, and in turn I also work for the young Master Wayne." He gestured to Damian, who stood there angrily with his arms crossed.

Audrey Bourgeois recoiled in shock, she attempted to come up with a retort. Alfred continued, "As per the young master's wishes, please leave the premises immediately."

Audrey gritted her teeth, "Fine. Call the valet to bring my car over." She commanded before marching off.

Alfred and Damian looked at each other, intrigued at the request for a valet. "Pennyworth, we don't have a valet for this evening, do we?" asked Damian.

"No Master Damian, though I suspect we may have a case of grand theft auto on our hands. I shall go check the cameras for our culprit.” Alfred furrowed his eyebrows and left for the Batcave.

Marinette and Zoe stood near a window. Marinette was worried, Jason was supposed to be at the party. He did not answer any of her calls or reply to any of her messages. She paced about, worried Jason was away dealing with an emergency.

Zoe on the other hand was red with embarrassment and shame. She was unfortunately related to the two wrecking balls tearing their way through the gala. She hoped to any and every deity above that they would prevent her mother from noticing her. However, this was to no avail as Zoe was spun around forcefully.

"...Zoe! Why did you not greet your dear mother?" Yelled Audrey.

Zoe began sweating bullets trying to think of an answer while being berated by her mother and half-sister. "I-I uh, I just got here." She shakily attempted to explain herself.

"What are you doing here Marinette?" Growled Chloe, annoyed at how such a clumsy girl would be even invited to this event.

Marinette put the phone back into her purse, "I was supposed to be here with my boyfriend, but I can't find him and he won't answer the phone."

Chloe laughed at the girl's plight, "Who would even date a loser like you? Any sane person would leave you."

Marinette gritted her teeth and clenched her fists, much to Chloe’s delight. Her contained rage and shame were interrupted as Audrey began complaining about a valet.

"Where is my car? Where is that damn stupid valet?" Audrey shouted.

Zoe and Marinette looked at each other, confused at the mention of a valet. "There was a valet?" Marinette asked nervously.

"Of course there was." Audrey told her.

"Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous," ranted Chloe, "He did not even dress properly and now he can't even deliver mother's car. Where is the idiot with the white streak of hair?"

Marinette and Zoe raised an eyebrow at the specific mention of a white streak of hair.

"At least it explains what Jason is up to." Marinette thought to herself, "They won't be getting the car back for a while, if at all."

Alfred had reviewed footage of the driveway earlier that evening, and had discovered Jason was the culprit. Alfred sighed as he picked up the telephone and attempted to call Jason. Just like Marinette, Jason was not answering his calls. Alfred then contacted Jason through his Bat Communicator.

"What's the emergency, Alfred?" Answered Jason.

Alfred could hear the sound of a roaring engine and wind whipping through the air over the communicator. "Master Todd, you are the emergency. Please return the automobile to the manor.

"Alright, I will if you bake me two dozen cookies. Just for me and no one else." Negotiated Jason.

"Very well, Master Todd." agreed Alfred "Now please return the vehicle." Alfred closed the call and made his way to the ballroom.

Jason turned the steering wheel of the car harshly, sending it to a tight drift, making a turn back towards Wayne Manor. "Alright you two, we're getting cookies!" he yelled to his passengers beside him.

"Yaaaaay" cheered Roy along with Lian on his lap.

Back in the ballroom, Alfred asked the guests to quiet down for he was making an announcement. "Esteemed guests, allow me to introduce Bruce Wayne.'' He stepped aside and gestured to Bruce atop the stairs with Selena Kyle. The two slowly walked down the stairs, and thanked each of their guests for attending the gala.

Audrey Bourgeois pushed past several attendees to get a closer look. Other guests gave her space, not wanting to incur her wrath. As she reached Bruce Wayne, she shoved Selena aside and wrapped herself around Bruce's arm. Taking extra attention to make sure her chest rubbed against his arm.

Zoe sped to the bathroom in absolute shame after watching her mother attempt to flirt with Bruce Wayne. Marinette remained by the window, waiting for Jason’s return. She was then approached by Alfred, holding a small basket of fresh cookies. “Good evening Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I just spoke to Master Todd, he is on his way.”

Marinette glanced at Audrey Bourgeois still attempting to flirt with Bruce, “the sooner he gets here the sooner she leaves.” she comments. She notices the cookies in the basket. “Can I have a cookie?” she asked, salivating at Alfred’s baking. Tikki peeked out from her small bag, enticed by the smell of the cookies.

“I’m afraid you’ll have to ask Master Todd, I made these in order to entice him to return the car. Undamaged, I hope.” Alfred explains.

Fortunately Jason arrived at that moment, with Roy and Lian in tow, their hairs were messy from the wind. Alfred gave Marinette the basket of cookies and asked her to give them to Jason while he notified Ms. Bourgeois that her car had arrived. “Jason, where have you been? I've been trying to call you all night!” Marinette yelled.

Jason scratched the back of his head, “about that, some crazy lady thought I was a valet.”

Marinette crossed her arms and raised an eyebrow, “I heard. But that doesn't mean you can take her car.” she huffed.

“ ‘Sup Little Wing,” Dick greeted Jason, “heard about your joyride from Alfred. How was it?”

“Awesome,” Jason replied, reaching into the basket of cookies. Roy, Lian and Tikki were already enjoying their share.

“Now that you’re back, that crazy woman can now go.” Dick said

“What did she do?” asked Jason curiously, hoping there would be a good story.

“For starters, she thought I was the cloakroom attendant. She threw her coat over my face, she pissed Babs off by calling Haley a ‘Misshapen Mutt’. Then she tried to hook her daughter up with Tim. On top of that, she managed to royally piss off Damian.” Explained Dick.

Jason’s jaw dropped while chewing his cookie, a few crumbs landing on the floor. Before doing a spit-take with the cookie in his mouth, he burst out laughing.

Meanwhile Alfred walked up to Audrey Bourgeois, who was still clinging onto Bruce Wayne as if her life depended on it. “Ahem, Madam Bourgeois, your automobile has arrived. Please kindly leave the premises.” interrupted Alfred.

“Come now, Brucie Darling. Are you really going to send me away after all we have been through?” Audrey asked coyly.

Bruce took a deep breath, “Ms. Bourgeois, please leave. As you can see my date, Ms. Kyle, has been very patient with you.” He points with his thumb behind him towards a glaring Selena.

Audrey growled loudly, “Fine, we are leaving.” She stomped out the front door. “You, Valet! What took you so long?” she demanded an explanation from Jason.

Jason spoke to her with his mouth full, spewing crumbs everywhere. “Having dinner, what's it to you?”

Audrey and Chloe recoiled at Jason’s bad manners, as a force of habit Audrey yelled back “I’ll have you fired for this.”

Jason continued undeterred, still answering with his mouth full of cookies. “Well shit, too bad.”

Frustrated at his aloof response, the two quickly got into the car and drove off. Everyone but the two Bourgeois noticed a large scratch and several dents along the side of the sports car as it drove away. “Yeah, uh, forget you saw that. Let’s get back to the party shall we?” suggested Jason. Everyone laughed hysterically at the wild night, now that the human wrecking ball had left.

As Marinette walked back into the manor, she pouted at Jason for keeping her waiting. “Come on now Pixie, are you still mad at me?” Jason asked.

“Yes, you stole someone’s car, drove off to who knows where. You didn’t answer any of my messages or calls. I was really looking forward to enjoying the Gala with you.” Marinette complained.

Jason ran in front of Marinette, stopping her in her tracks. “Look I’ll make it up to you Pixie, I promise. How about a dance then? The night is still young.” Jason said, offering his hand to Marinette.

Marinette contemplates for a moment before reaching out to hold his hand. “Fine, but this doesn’t mean I forgive you yet.”

The two then walked to the centre of the ballroom and danced the night away.

#jasonette #maribat chloe salt #maribat #ml x dc #dc x ml

139 notes · View notes

spilledsinnamontea · 3 years

Text

Tales From the Ackerman Estate

Summary: A young governess, Hange Zoe, was hired to teach Mikasa Ackerman, the younger cousin and ward of the owner of the great Ackerman Estate in Trost, Levi Ackerman. Their bad impressions about each other alongside the polar opposite of their personalities should definitely make them enemies. And yet, a series of events lead them to learn more about each other and their own selves.

[Levihan Victorian AU]

Status: (ongoing)

Link: AO3 / FFnet

A/N: I love period drama and I love Levihan, so... ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Warning: The first 10 chapters haven't been proofread yet, so please proceed with caution as English is not my first language! Thank you!

#levihan #levihan fanfiction #TFTAE #tbh this started out as purely a self-indulgent fanfic #due to the lack of Historical AU! in LH fandom :'D #SO #this is for you my fellow LH shipper and my fellow period drama lover!!#I'M REALLY SCARED TO POST THIS NGL #bluemallow

48 notes · View notes

plentyoffandoms · 3 years

Text

All My Life (Part 9)

Angel Reyes x f/Reader

Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.

Warnings: Some swearing.

Adelita will not be apart of this story.

Gifs do not belong to me.

Masterlist ♡ Mayans Masterlist ♡ Angel Masterlist ♡ All My Life Masterlist

ANGEL'S POV:

"Hey Lovebirds. Good night?" My stupid ass brother said to Y/N and I. I have never wanted to smack a look off his face so hard in my life.

"Shut up EZ. Atleast one of the Reyes brothers got some." Y/N said back at him.

From across the room I could hear Letty die of laughter at that comment. I couldn't help the proud grin spread over my face as EZ and Y/N just playfully glared at each other.

Y/N went to go help Letty clean up until it was time for her to leave and I stayed at the bar talking to my brother as he cleaned.

"Never did answer my question Angel. Good night?"

"You know for someone so smart, you sure say stupid shit little brother."

"I will take that as a yes than Angel. You deserve to be happy, even though you don't think you do. Y/N is good for you."

I was going to speak but Y/N and Letty came over to us carrying some garbage bags.

"I gotta get going. I have to go home and get ready to go and pick Julio up. The taxi should be here soon." Y/N said as she handed the garbage bag to EZ.

I walked her out of the Clubhouse and at that moment the taxi pulled up. I pulled her into my arms and with a kiss, I promised her I would be there this afternoon after she picks up Julio. With one last kiss, Y/N got into the taxi and took off.

I turned around and there at the entrance to the Clubhouse, was Letty and EZ making kissy-faces at me.

"Fuck off you two. Don't you have anything better to do than bother me?" I said as a I pushed my way through the two of them.

"No." They both said in unison.

I was trying to keep my cool as I went around the bar and grabbed myself a drink and sat back down on the stool I was previously occupying.

"Angel if you ever grow a pair and actually ask Y/N out on a date, I can babysit Julio." Letty offered as she sat next to me.

"Thanks Letty. I am thinking about asking her for dinner tonight. If she says yes, are you good with that?"

"Fuck yeah Angel. Just message me the time and her address and I will be there."

"Well, well, well. Angel, my old friend. See you have been keeping secrets from us." I heard Gilly say behind me.

"Can a guy not catch a break this morning?" I said loudly.

"No estúpido. Why keep her from us man?" Coco asked as he appeared next to me.

"Guys, I didn't keep her from you. I have been asking her to come to a party for weeks. She just isn't one to party and she doesn't get much free time with work and taking care of Julio."

"When are we going to meet them officially?" Gilly asked.

I just shrugged my shoulders as I had no idea when. It will be when she is comfortable enough.

After hanging out for a bit, I noticed the time. I had to get ready and head over to Y/N's place.

Y/N'S POV:

Sitting in the taxi, and all I could do was think about was what happened between Angel and I last night.

I honestly had no idea that was going to happen but I am glad it did.

The taxi pulled infront of my house and I payed the man. I rushed into the house and had a quick shower and got dressed for the day.

I made myself a sandwich and sent a text to Julio to know I was on my way to come and get him.

After finishing my sandwich, I was off to pick up Julio at his best friend's house.

When I pulled into the driveway, I noticed a motorcycle that I know does not belong to anyone who lives here and I could see Samuel's mom Zoe, talking to someone on the front porch.

"Hi Y/N. Julio shouldn't be too much longer." She said to me as I walked towards the two of them.

"Hi Zoe. That is okay, I am in no rush. Was he good?"

"Your son is always good. He offered to help with the dishes last night, which I declined of course. He is such a sweet heart."

Any time someone mentions how well behaved Julio is, my heart swells with pride.

"I am glad to hear that Zoe. Thank you so much."

The man next to Zoe let out a "ahem."

"Ohh sorry. Y/N this is my cousin Brad. He lives in San Bernardino. Brad this is Y/N. She is Julio's mom." Zoe said.

"Nice to meet you Y/N." The way how his eyes looked at me made me feel uncomfortable but I was still polite and gave him a small smile.

"You as well Brad." When I said his name, he looked right at me and winked at me. Does he actually think that would make me feel flattered?

Thankfully I did not have to stand there for much longer as Julio was at the front door saying goodbye to Samuel, who waved at me shyly through the screen door.

"Hey sweetie. Did you have a good time?"

"Yes mom. Thank you once again Mrs. Hulls for having me over." Julio said as he hugged me and looked over at Zoe.

"You are very welcome Julio. You are always welcome here."

Julio and I said our goodbyes and I hugged him close to me as I walked towards my car. I could still feel Brad watching me as I got into my car and pulled out of the drive way.

"Did you have fun? Zoe said you were very good and even offered to help with the dishes."

"Yeah I had fun. Mr. Hulls took us to the arcade and bowling and then we had Chinese food for dinner."

"Sounds like you had a busy and fun night Julio." He agreed with me.

"What did you do last night mom?"

"Well Julio, I went and spent time with your father." I almost laughed as Julio turned so his body was facing me in the front seat.

"Wait. You didn't have a date last night? Then why were you looking for something nice to wear?"

"Sweetie, I went to one of those parties that your dad is always trying to get me to go too. I wanted to look nice as this was the first time I was seeing everyone who your dad considers important in his life."

"Did you dance with anyone?"

"For your information Mr. Nosey, I danced with your father and the two of us talked all night."

I told him as I pulled into my driveway. I am not usually a fan of lying to him but there are just some things he does not need to know.

I unlocked the front door and had Julio empty out his over night bag and put it back where it goes.

I stood in the kitchen trying to figure out what to make for dinner when I hear my phone buzzing.

I quickly answered when I saw Angel's face and name.

"Hey hermosa. How's it going?"

"Hi Angel. It's going good. Julio and I just got home and I am trying to figure out what to make for dinner for the three of us."

"Well, Y/N...I was wondering if you would like to go out to dinner with me tonight?" I could hear how nervous Angel sounded.

"Just the two of us Angel?" I said quietly.

"Yes, just the two of us. If you say yes, Coco's daughter Letty said she will babysit for us. So what do you say Y/N?"

"I would love too Angel."

"Really? Okay, be ready by 5. Wear something nice hermosa. I will drive to your place and we can take your car."

"I will be ready Angel. See you later."

"Goodbye Y/N."

Part 10

Tag List: if you would like to be added, please let me know. @sesamepancakes @insanepixie @mrsmarvelous1995 @queenbeered

#mayans mc #mayans fandom #mayans fx #mayansfx #pregnant reader #reader imagine #reader insert #angel reyes #angel reyes x reader #angel reyes x you #angel reyes imagine #angel reyes x reader imagine

85 notes · View notes