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A really nice article from this month's Classic Rock (6/2022) focusing on the atmosphere of Ghost shows and what Tobias is like on stage versus in private.
THE GREAT PRETENDER
The choral wells of Gregorio Allegri’s Miserere Mei, Deus drift through the audience at Manchester Arena. It’s Saturday night, the mood is high and a cathedral is being built on stage. Behind the curtain, eye catch glimpses of the sort of theatre normally associated with the Iron Maidens, Rammsteins and Alice Coopers of this world. Giant steps. High walls and arches. Ornate stained glass window backdrops. More dry ice than Kate Bush’s Wuthering Heights video, dotted with a scattering of men in hard hats. Stonehenge this is not.
The curtain drops. The opening guitar glitter of Kaisarion bursts into our faces. Punters wearing nuns’ habits, crucifixes and corpse paint gaze up like children in a sweet shop, while Nameless Ghouls in gas masks are illuminated by cracking pyrotechnics. As riffs and drum thunder roll out like groovy cavalry, marrying heavy mystique with Def Leppard-sized hooks, it’s easy to see why Metallica and Dave Grohl are fans. The most rapturous applause, though, is reserved for their mercurial leader. An impishly charismatic figure, masked by black-and- white face paint. Hair slicked back with grey. Microphone in hand. Part Victorian military dandy, part Joel Grey’s MC from Cabaret in tight black skinny jeans and black leather gloves, Papa Emeritus IV strides, skips and gesticulates with the precision and campery of a seasoned Broadway star. And although there are thousands watching, those painted eyes of his have an oddly penetrative, Mona Lisa-esque effect. All-seeing. It’s as if he’s looking at you. Welcome to the Ghost show.
A few hours earlier we’re in a Grade Il-listed hotel on Manchester's Oxford Road, lifting an armchair with a short, polite Swedish guy in a band T-shirt. Silver chains clink at his wrists. A skull ring hulks round one finger. His generously spiked hair is jet-black, contrasting with almost bloodless skin. He could have wandered in from one of the rock pubs across the road.
"Master,” Tobias Forge says with a smile, pulling back his jacket, when asked about the T-shirt. “They’re an American eighties death metal band. They’re not very good, but they're cool!”
It’s surreal to think that this is the man who will slink across the stage as Papa Emeritus IV tonight (the latest incarnation of Forge’s fictitious, ecclesiastical one-man dynasty). The 41-year-old conductor at the heart of the 700 cues, 45 or so crew members and four tour buses that make up the Ghost experience; a production that, in some ways, feels more akin to the Cirque Du Soleil than to a rock show. It’s a globetrotting colossus, following its doomy, cultish origins in Linkoping, Sweden in 2006.
“Some people prefer ad-hoc rock bands like Pearl Jam or Springsteen, who come up on stage in whatever they wore on the street and just start playing,” he says, quickly adding: "which I love; I love Pearl Jam, I love Bruce Springsteen. But that’s not what we do. We don’t improvise that much. A lot of the show is free-form, which makes it edgy, but there’s still a script.”
Having released a gloriously grandiose new album, Impera, Ghost returned to the live circuit this year as co-headliners with Volbeat in the USA, causing some political “head-butting” when Ghost went on second every night. As Forge implies, they are not so much ‘hard to follow'-’ as logistically impossible. Now; at the start of this European tour, they’re very much on top - with Uncle Acid & The Deadbeats and Twin Temple in support slots.
“Co-billing for us is not necessarily a great thing,” Forge reasons, carefully. “What we’re doing is not compatible with many other bands. Not necessarily the sound; I don’t see a problem for a fan to absorb both. But if it’s going to be a forty-five-minute changeover, is that great for the crowd that paid for these tickets? I can order ten courses I really like, but I can only eat one. I’m not sure it’s doing the desired trick.”
There’s a cool flash of fanaticism about Forge, just detectable behind his approachable demeanour. He looks you straight in the eye. He pauses to consider his answers. During our conversation he’ll compare putting on a show to a football season, making a film, running a restaurant and going to war. All are analogies he’s used before, and all support the sense of auteurship that ripples through the Ghost world (as well as echoing Forge’s own fondness for sports, Stanley Kubrick and good food).
But there are other sides to him. The geeky classic-rock lover, who watches live Queen and Iron Maiden clips to get pumped before shows. The guy who on tour goes out to football and hockey games. The arty urbanite with friends in music, film and amusement parks back home in Stockholm. The happily married father of teenage twins, who binge-watched The Sopranos, Game Of Thrones and Stranger Things with his family over lockdown. The reluctant frontman who, if he had his way, would be Ghost’s guitarist.
“But that’s like complaining about not being the general because you got to be the king instead. I would have felt more fluid being the guitar player, but the difference would have been that, mask or no mask, my on-stage persona would have been closer to my real one - my actual one, my private one - than it is nowadays.”
Over at the arena, the gap between those personas increases. As Impera's lead single Call Me Little Sunshine starts up, Papa returns in glittering cardinal's robes. He looks like a Christmas tree. Freddie Mercury via the Vatican. Liberace for the holy orders.
Back home, conversely, Forge marvels at the chops of friends like Fredrik Akesson, Opeth’s lead guitarist who played on Impera, embellishing the whole record with splashes of virtuosic, 80s-rocking flair.
“I mourn the fact I get to play the guitar so little over the course of my life, because I love playing,” Forge says, twisting his skull ring, “and I think I am a better musician than I am a singer. I just happen to be a good singer in Ghost.”
A self-described jack of all trades, the place you're most likely to find Forge, on tour, is behind a drum kit. Backstage he pounds through Top 40 hits as part of a mobile workout regimen. Foreigner’s Urgent, Carry On Wayward Son by Kansas, Lenny Kravitz’s Are You Gonna Go My Way? and The Guess Who’s American Woman are all on his go-to list.
In the past he relished the travel aspect of band life, ducking out to explore new sites and record shops. So much so that it began to tire him out, pre-show. Now, he mostly sticks to a strict routine of workouts and walking with audiobooks - most recently Jan Guillou’s Carl Hamilton series, Sweden’s politically astute answer to James Bond.
“Ten books, eighteen hours,” he says. “That’s good for ten thousand steps, and you can do calls when you’re walking.”
On stage the seven Nameless Ghouls are in similar ship shape, darting from the menace of From The Pinnacle To The Pit to a galloping Spillways - complete with guitar duels, knowing glances and gestures. Even without facial expressions their performances feel characterful, not to mention being shit-hot on a technical level. It says a lot about them, as people, that they’re happy to be in this group anonymously.
For almost a decade Forge was similarly hidden. He spoke to journalists from behind curtains or masks. Officially he only revealed his identity in 2017, following a lawsuit from ex-bandmates. These days, living in a celebrity-heavy pocket of Stockholm (the Skarsgard acting dynasty are among his neighbours) he’s relatively undisturbed, except for any passing rock fans who recognize him from video interviews on YouTube, and a few Google images. How does that level of visibility sit with him? Does he enjoy doing interviews, for instance, while unmasked?
“I guess from a therapeutic point of view, speaking so much about yourself, your background and your motivation of why you’re doing this, it does have a cathartic function. But I definitely reach a point each day where I don’t want to talk any more. As much as people think that as an artist you like to revel in yourself...” he catches himself. “Look, I’m an exhibitionist, of course, but I definitely get to a point where I get really bummed talking about myself after a while.”
Perhaps this explains the desire to inhabit other personas, and makes sense of his latent acting ambitions.
“Yes,” he says with a laugh when asked if there are specific characters he’d love to play, “but I can’t say because it's part of how I view myself, and that might not rhyme with the rest. As an actor you are working with your physical attributes as your currency, so I know being five foot nine, white, with a certain body shape, I couldn’t do everything on the menu.”
In the Ghost universe, Forge bypasses such restrictions, starring in it and directing the various other parts. Mid-set at Manchester Arena, the audience’s mouths stretch into grins as Papa Nihil - an ancient ‘mentor’ cardinal in aviators - is wheeled out in an open coffin. This was not expected. Supposedly they killed him off in Mexico just before the first lockdown, but here he is, ‘reanimated’ by stage hands to deliver Miasma's saxophone solo. It’s all very Alice Cooper, with a dash of Benny Hill.
“I like to compare it to running a restaurant, because people...” Forge searches for the words. “You grew tired of your quiche or whatever a long time ago, even if it’s your grandma’s recipe, but people expect it to taste the same every night because they don’t come in and eat it every day. They expect the quiche to taste the way it did, because they brought two friends with them.”
So what dish would Ghost be?
“Because of the mixed nature of the music that’s combined,” he muses, “I guess it’s a calzone, with sushi in it, with cream on top.”
As the hits keep on coming, they make good on that sushi-calzone-with-cream-on-top concept. The Ghouls storm into Kraken-sized riffer Cirice, and Papa Emeritus reappears in bat wings – because why not? There are smoke jets, more dry ice, new robes, a fancy hat that (at certain angles) looks a bit like antlers... And then come the flames. Big ones. Fucking loads of them, giving the pyromaniac crews behind Slipknot and Rammstein a run for their money, before leading into He Is - a satirical yet stirring singalong with ABBA in its veins, completed following the suicide of Forge’s friend Selim Lemouchi (of Dutch occult rockers The Devil’s Blood) in 2014. Four years previously, his music-loving older brother died suddenly, the same day the first Ghost songs were released. Death runs deep in this music - in the fortitude it’s taken Forge to run with it.
But they're not done yet.
The metallic crunch of Mummy Dust is swiftly offset by Papa donning a blue sparkly jacket. “Let me hear you say ‘oomph’!” he roars into the audience, followed by what might be “did you feel it in your pants?!” - but it’s hard to tell through the make-up and an accent that sounds increasingly Compare The Meerkat-esque.
Indeed, for all Papa’s suave qualities his stage banter comes with an enchantingly befuddled edge; somewhere between a swashbuckling lothario and a slightly mad pensioner, but less creepy than that sounds. Is this the same softly spoken Scandi guy who chatted earlier about doing his 10,000 steps and watching hockey games?
“We’ve had a good hang!” he declares, by way of a pre-encore ‘farewell’. “I hope you leave feeling... well hung?!”
From there it’s time for a dynamite brace of Enter Sandman (they provided a version for Metallica’s Blacklist guest covers album last year) and Dance Macabre - the least metal song ever recorded by a band with such a metal-friendly image as Ghost.
“Just one more?” Papa shouts to the whooping masses. “And then you go out into the Manchester night, and either you fuck someone, or you go fuck yourself! How about that?”
With that, the band nail an addictive Square Hammer, and the cheers shoot up by several decibels.
Back at the hotel, just before he disappears to gear up for the evening ahead, Tobias Forge considers how it feels when he steps on stage. Transformed. Ready.
“I would say phenomenal,” he replies. “It’s one of the few moments where I don’t think about much else. Most of the time I am thinking of something else. I’m worrying about all kinds of stuff at the same time. The best nights are when you flow through them, and the worst nights are when you think: ‘Oh shit, I forgot the last step, I need to go back,’ and you start thinking about it.”
If that happens tonight, they hide it well. Curtain calls arc taken to the pastoral strains of Emmylou Harris's Sorrow In The Wind, and as Papa and the Ghouls wave, blow kisses and throw plectrums into the adoring audience there’s something reassuringly innocent about it all.
When children learn the truth about Santa Claus, they often keep believing anyway because they want to. They play along with stockings by the chimney, or Dad/Uncle Pete/whoever in the red suit, because it’s more fun that way. The same thing happens with Ghost. Ultimately it’s make-believe. A mystery with a sparkling rock soundtrack.
‘Fun’ can feel like a dismissive term. But as we’ve been reminded tonight, there is power in fun. Power in big, rousing guitars. Power in brilliantly entertaining spectacles. Not least of all, in recent times, fun offers cathartic escape like little else. The means to smile instinctively. Restoration for anyone who’s ever felt crushed by life.
“I would put on Live After Death before going on stage because it takes me near to the dream, rather than thinking of the practical nature of today,” Forge reasons. “That’s what it’s all about. All we’re doing is dreaming.”
Fistfulls of 'Ghost dollars' are scattered by roadies as house lights go up, the smell of burning permeates the arena and, finally, we wake up.
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Mortal Kombat scream au part-1
(kakkō belongs to @angelbroad and Lisa belong to @laismoura-art @mikka-minns , how's this?)
(Also the characters that are portraying the main are:
Sidney preskot: li mei.
Detective Dewey: Jerrod
Gale weather: sindel)
(A/N:sorry if I am late with this since October has been a working month here with exams and stuff so I made this mk au series)
The sky was filled with darkness at night the neighborhood of edenia was quiet with a few lights on.
A person was in the kitchen they turned the gas stove on and put a pan with a packet of popcorn on the stove they made their way to the living room and turned on the television "let's see what's on tonight." The person said to themselves. They had black hair in twin braids in the back with pale skin and black eyes they wore an orange hoodie with black shorts and white socks.
Their thoughts got interrupted as the landline rang and they sighed and went to the phone they picked it up and said "hello?"
"Hello is Sabrina there?" A man's gentle voice asked on the phone "who is this?" They asked "i am charlie I am from your moms friend group" Charlie asked.
"I am kakkō her son I'll tell her you called Charlie" Kakkō said on the phone putting a strand of their black hair behind their ear "wait don't hang up your Sabrina's son right your mom talks about you in the group" Charlie said on the phone "you are in my mom's friend group?- hold that thought, my mom is in a group?" Kakkō asked "yes we are in a wine group together" Charlie said to kakkō "a wine group huh.." Kakkō said to themselves as they took out their smart phone and texted their friend.
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Sassymovienerd: hey rai-rai guess what.
Thunderthighs: what? And can you change my username for the elder gods sake.
Sassymovienerd: no also do you know a guy named Charlie he says he's from my mom's group probably her boyfriend.
Thunderthighs: probably.
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"Yes you know your mom talks about you a lot kakkō she says your the son she never had" Charlie said on the phone kakkō had a tense look on their face they stayed silent "I am non-binary actually but thank you for the compliment" Kakkō said on the phone.
"Oh my I apologize I didn't-" "It's okay my mom was a homophobic bitch to accept me anyway" Kakkō said they moved to the popcorn as it was done getting ready "but your mom always talked about your interest in movies at the group" Charlie said kakkō raised their eye brow in surprise as they turned off the stove "really?" Kakkō asked "yes she said you love horror movies, tell me kakkō what is your favorite scary movie?" Charlie asked kakkō.
"Friday the thirteenth part-4 it's one of my favorites" Kakkō said on the phone "really well, have you ever heard of stab?" Charlie asked "I watched it when I was a kid so I only remember some parts" Kakkō said "do you remember what the movie is about?" Charlie asked "no" Kakkō said on the phone.
"It's starts with a person all alone in the house when they get a call from the killer that makes them play a little game." Charlie said kakkō put the popcorn in the bowl when suddenly the man took a deep breath "would you like to play a little game, kakkō?" Charlie's voice turned rough and cold sending shivers down their spine kakkō hung up the house phone and texted raiden.
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Kakkō: raiden you have to come over now I am scared! This person is playing a prank on me from the stab movie saying their a killer!!
Raiden:...
Kakkō: raiden? Raiden!?
Raiden: this isn't Raiden..
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The house phone rang as kakkō stared at the house phone and back at their own.
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Kakkō: Raiden this isn't funny
Raiden: pick up the phone you fucking slut!! Or do I have to stab your boyfriends guts to make you!!
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Kakkō picked up the house phone with panic on their face "this isn't funny Raiden" Kakkō said on the phone "I told you this isn't Raiden" The killers voice rang through the phone kakkō was in shock suddenly their phone beeped and they opened it to see a video.
Kakkō played the video to see the window door opened as Raiden was in his room studying. Raiden had tan skin and black eyes with black hair in a small ponytail he was currently studying hard as his eyes had eye bags under his eyes.
"Poor Raiden, studying his ass off for an exam that he won't be able to pass" The killer said kakkō scoffed "he's the smartest in the class of course Raiden will pass unless-" "He won't be able to pass because he won't be able to make it in time" The killer interrupted kakkō's eye's widen as realisation hit him "do not kill him please, I'll play your little game just please don't hurt my boyfriend!" Kakkō begged on the phone tears coming out of their eyes "alright movie trivia, best out of three you answer all three right he lives, one wrong he dies" The killer said on the phone.
"Let me give you a warm up question. Who is the main character that was introduced in the first main franchise?" The killer asked on the phone "um, it was li mei!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct now, who is the writer of the stab franchise?" The killer asked kakkō thought for a moment before they answered "I know this one, it is sindel khan you ass hole!!" Kakkō said on the phone "correct, now who killed the ghost face in Stab-3?" The killer asked kakkō got out their phone and quickly typed in the search bar they smiled and answered "it was Jerrod he shot the ghost face shao khan in the fucking head!!" Kakkō answered.
"Great now last question-" "Wait didn't I answer three questions already!" Kakkō said on the phone with a confused look on their face "the first question was a warm up round besides anyone who has watched the stab movies would have gotta it right" The killer said on the phone "shit" Kakkō mumbled "now last question who is the original ghost face in the stab movies?" The killer asked kakkō who thought for a moment before having a smile on their face "wait I know this one it's hades! , li mei's best friend and boyfriend, I got you ass hole!! I got it right!" Kakkō said happily on the phone "I am sorry kakkō but that's just not correct" The killer said on the phone kakkō smile disappeared as confusion was written all over their face "but-" "It was hades and his best friend shinnok that were ghost faces in the original film, looks like poor Raiden isn't going to see the sun rise tomorrow and it will be your fault" The killer said.
kakkō hung up the phone and grabbed his wooden baseball bat "I have to go save Raiden" Kakkō mumbled they went to the front door and opened it to see a tall person wearing a black cloak with a ghost face mask on them the person waved with a knife in their hand kakkō quickly slammed the door shut in panic.
The house phone rang again kakkō made their way to phone their palms shaking but they still had their baseball bat with them "hello?" Kakkō said picking up the phone "hello kakkō" The killer voice said on the phone "you didn't hurt Raiden right.." Kakkō said "your boyfriend wouldn't be much of a concern after I take care of you" The killer said "well the door is locked ass hole" Kakkō said "it wouldn't have been a lot easier for me to get you if I haven't already snuck into your house" The killer said on the phone.
Kakkō swiftly turned around seeing Ghost face who stood behind them taking his knife out from his sleeve kakkō swung their bat trying to hit him in his torso but ghost face stabbed them in their good shoulder making kakkō drop their bat.
Kakkō groaned holding their shoulder in pain as they turned around and tried to run but Ghost face grabbed Kakkō's twin braids pulling them hard kakkō screamed in pain and ghost face slammed kakkō on the floor ghost face took their knife and stabbed kakkō on the torso as they tried to crawl suddenly police sirens were heard from outside "you think I wouldn't call the police, I am not an idiot" Kakkō said.
Ghost face then stabbed kakkō on their leg multiple times going up to his torso as kakkō groaned in pain screaming for help ghost face then turned kakkō on his back and the last thing kakkō saw before blacking out was ghost face raising his knife to slash their neck.
#mortal kombat#kuai liang#hatsune ryujin#tomas vrbada#hanzo hasashi#bi han#mortal kombat 1#mk1#sareena#kakkō#harumi x lisa liang#lisa liang#scorpion harumi
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"Child of the Sun"
Chapter 2
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Synopsis: Julia Novachrono prepares for her Magic Knight Exam, as the family makes the journey to the castle for the first time in years.
13 Years Later
"Juno? Are you almost ready?"
"I am! I am!! It's just-"
Lisa tapped her foot as her daughter's flustered voice called out from behind her closed door. She sucked in a breath and glanced over at the grandfather clock in the hall, seeing that it was almost 10 am, when they were supposed to leave.
"Is something wrong? Everyone else is-"
Lisa was cut short as the door suddenly swung open, finally revealing the young girl, who was paler than usual. She gulped before holding up her cloak, revealing a busted clasp. "I- I don't remember breaking it, but I can't get it to work…"
Juno was a quiet, nervous girl. Her black hair contrasted with her fair skin, her wide grayish eyes giving her a slightly fragile look. It only served to make her appear more frantic now.
"Oh, that's all?" Lisa's eyes softened, as she took the cloak from Juno. With a burst of mana, the broken clasp suddenly snapped back into its original position, fixed. "There! No harm done." She gave Juno a reassuring smile before handing the cloak back. "Now, we need to hurry. Julia's eager to leave."
"Thanks, mom!" Juno said, her eyes lighting up, swinging the cloak over her shoulders. Together, the two hurried back down the hall and then out the front door, stepping out onto the porch of their home.
Not long after Juno was born, there was no reason for Julius and Lisa to stay in the capitol, so they picked everything up and moved to the cabin Julius owned in the woods, isolated from society except for a few small towns down at the base of the mountain. The house was large, and they could buy supplies in the town without going far, and it served as an oasis away from the crazy world they had been entrenched in for so many years. Also, it was perfect for raising children, with a beautiful forest surrounding them and plenty of space. Space was essential, after all, as two more family members joined them about five years after Juno…
"There you are! Ready to go?"
Julius looked up at Juno and Lisa as they descended the porch stairs, being tugged left and right by the small children who held his hand. "Ah, you two, settle down…"
"No! We wanna go! We wanna go!"
"Come on, how much longer?!"
A little girl with auburn hair and red eyes, and a little boy with dirty blonde hair and lavender eyes shouted in unison, tugging on their father demandingly. Lisa giggled, before putting on a serious face. "Rhea! Titus! You're going to tear your father in half if you keep that up. And don't worry, it's nearly time."
That seemed to quell the twins' excitement a little, and Julius shot Lisa a grateful smile. "It's almost ten, right? Cobb should be opening the portal soon-"
Right on cue, a shimmering door of light appeared behind them.
"Ah! There he is!" With one effortless tug, Julius pulled the twins up into his arms, looking over at Lisa. "Ready?"
Lisa nodded, pushing Juno to go join her father, before finally directing her attention to the eldest child, who had been silent up until now. "Julia? You alright?"
Julia was only 15, but she was already taller than Lisa. Other than that, the two were almost spitting images of each other, although Julia's hair was longer and pulled back into a ponytail, and her eyes a sparkling amethyst like her fathers. Lisa could tell she was nervous for today, as she only gave her a stiff nod in response to the question. Lisa smiled a little, reaching out to take her daughter's hand.
"Hey, it's going to be great. You're going to be great."
"... I hope so," Julia replied, but squeezed Lisa's hand back. The girl managed to smile. "... thanks."
"Come on," Lisa grinned as she pulled Julia towards the portal, which the others had already disappeared through. "I'm sure everyone is eager to see you before the exam."
With that, the two stepped through. Lisa blinked a few times to get her bearings before seeing that they were now standing in a grand, familiar hallway. Looking ahead, she spotted two people standing a few meters away, and her face lit up.
"Marx! Cobb!"
She let go of Julia's hand to run to her old friends and coworkers, giving them a big hug.
"Lisa! It's been far too long!" Marx exclaimed happily, stepping back.
"It has- hope the journey over wasn't too bad~" Cobb joked.
"Not at all, thanks to you," Lisa teased back, smiling brightly. "Gosh, we don't come to visit enough…"
"Ah, glad to see you two still working hard~"
Cobb and Marx looked up as Julius approached. "Sir! It's good to see you!!" Marx said, bowing his head.
"Marx! Cut that out, it's been over a decade since I was Wizard King," Julius scolded, a happy smile on his face. "You look great, both of you."
"You four! Come say hello to Marx," Lisa called out to the kids, who stood silently behind their parents. "Marx, you remember Julia, right?"
"I do! My, how you've grown!" Marx smiled at Julia. "My daughter Guilette is taking the exam today too! I hope you'll say hello to her, she's very nervous."
"Oh, I'll see if I spot her," Julia replied, seeming to relax a little.
"And- oh, my. The twins have grown, too." Marx's eyes widened when he saw the twins. "How old are you two now?"
"Oh! These two! They're 7!" Julius said, motioning for Titus and Rhea to step closer. "Rhea, Titus, say hello to Marx. He used to be my helper~"
"Hello, Mr. Marx," Titus replied quietly.
Rhea stared up at Marx owlishly, before pointing at him. "Your head looks like a blueberry!"
"Ah!! Rhea, that's not nice…"
However, Marx laughed it off, shaking his head. "Don't worry, I have kids of my own, I'm used to it." He looked up, finally locking eyes with Juno.
…
It was barely perceptible, but Lisa noticed his hesitation, just for a moment.
"Juno, how good to see you, too!"
Marx smiled, then glanced over at Cobb, who was staring at Juno, his eyes wide. "... Cobb? You've met Juno before, right?"
Juno blinked, glancing up at Lisa for a moment, confused as to why Cobb's smile had disappeared.
"... when she was a baby, yes… I'm sorry!" He suddenly snapped out of it, and smiled back. "Good to see you, Juno."
… Cobb… Lisa thought to herself, gulping nervously and instinctively taking Juno's hand. She glanced over at Julius, who was still talking happily with the other two men. Why did he react like that? It's not like Juno looks all that different, I mean- at least she doesn't look that much like her father…
"Well, we better head to the exam, before it gets too late," Julius said, taking Rhea and Titus's hands again, then looking at Julia. "How are you feeling?"
Julia sucked in a breath, then shrugged.
"I… I don't know. Fine, I guess."
"Hey, remember what we practiced," Lisa told her, touching her shoulder gently. "You have great control over your magic now. I just know that you're going to wow the captains."
"Right! I know you can do it!" Julius encouraged, smiling brightly. "I can't wait to see you out there… my daughter, becoming a magic knight…" He sniffed, suddenly emotional.
"A-alright, dad! Please don't cry!!" Julia told him frantically, but managed to smile. She balled up her fists excitedly. "I can do this!"
"That's my girl!"
Lisa giggled, before waving to Marx and Cobb. "Thanks for bringing us here, we'll be back for dinner before we leave!"
"Alright!" Marx waved back, smiling. "Good luck, Julia!"
They turned to leave, but Lisa could still feel Cobb's gaze burning into the back of her and Juno's heads.
She squeezed her daughter's hand protectively once again.
It's alright… I'm sure it's nothing to worry about…
#black clover#fic#next gen fic#oc: julia#oc: juno#oc: lisa#julius novachrono#lucius zogratis#marx francois
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okay but komatsu nana and lisa manoban in the same photoshoot please?
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Good Neighbors - Chapter One
SUMMARY ✦ You were excited to learn that someone was finally moving into that old house next to your own. The Skywalker-Amidala family seemed like a great addition to your friendly neighborhood, with their two twin kids and happy personalities. Though, the more you get to know your neighbors, the closer you get to the husband of the family: Anakin Skywalker.
WARNING(S) ✦ Modern! Anakin Skywalker, Alternate Universe, Infidelity, Eventual Smut, not so slow burn, Eventual Romance, Neighbors, and they were neighbors, anakin looks so good in a suit, sneaking around, forbidden love
NOTE ✦ I’ve been wanting to write a Modern! Anakin fanfic for a while now, so here we go! This will be a multi chapter fic, I don’t know how many yet but expect a lot because I’ve got some ideas to play out! This chapter is more of an introductory, but expect some more spicy drama in the next coming chapters.
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As tradition goes every year, you could smell the smoke coming from the middle of your neighborhood's culdesac while you made your way outside your garage with your mother, who held a large tray of potato salad in her hands that she insisted she carried herself over to the white tables in the distance. It was hot outside, early July was coming strong this year with the heat, reaching a staggering eighty nine degrees outside and it was already well past noon. Though, you should’ve been expecting the heat, since it seemed to creep up on you every time this yearly cookout happened.
It had been a little tradition, jokingly deemed a ‘holiday’ by your younger brother, that had been going on for as long as you could think back to. You could remember being five years old and running around with the neighborhood kids and jumping into your pool after eating the bountiful amount of food that was supplied for the families that participated. It used to be a handful of them, three or four families that came and had a small little barbeque together. But over time that changed, and now it became a whole neighborhood thing.
The dads of the block always started earlier to get everything set up, which was really the long white tables where food could be set and setting up the large grill on the pavement. And the moms always slaved away in their kitchens making some type of side dish, whether it be fruit cups, potato salads, or whatever. You were twenty two now, almost done with your undergraduate degree, and you wondered if you would ever find this sense of friendliness anywhere else when you eventually moved from your home. It wasn’t that you didn’t want to leave, it was just more convenient for you to stay and you didn’t mind your family that much. They were supportive, there for you no matter what, and your home was close to your University anyways.
“I wonder if Lisa is going to wear that ugly dress she bought the other day,” Your mother stated, making short, languid strides next to you. “She brought it to the house a few days ago when we were having a little wine date and I didn’t have the heart to tell her that she was definitely not twenty five anymore and that dress did not hug her in the right places.”
You laughed, jokingly hitting your mom on the shoulder. “Mom, come on, it can’t be that bad.” She didn’t respond, only grinning towards you with a hint of playfulness filling her eyes behind her thick, black sunglasses. Your eyes scanned the crowd already forming, kids on the outside running around with a ball. You knew a lot of them, even held some of them as babies after they were born. But when you took another glance at the group, you saw that there were two you didn’t recognize. A boy and a girl, both looking similar to one another and the only difference being the slightly different shades of their hair. “Mom, who are they?” You asked, pointing to the girl and boy who were now fighting each other for control over the soccer ball.
“Oh, they’re the kids of the new neighbors,” Your mom answered, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world. You looked over at the house next to your own, a two story one with white coloring and many windows. It had been for sale forever and it became quite the local news when someone actually bought it. You guess you hadn’t realized that the people who bought it were now occupying it. “They’re twins, I think. The mom and dad are on the younger side too. Courtney says that the husband is working at that law firm down on first street and apparently the wife wants to run for senator in a year.” How the hell did she know this much about everyone? You shouldn’t even question it at this point, since she was friends with all the neighborhood moms who loved to gossip.
Looking around for any unfamiliar faces, you were surprised to see none. Were they not coming out for the cookout? It seemed like the perfect place for them to meet everybody. “Oh!” Your mom exclaimed. “I forgot the tongs on the kitchen counter, could you go get them for me, please?” Without a second thought you nodded, turning on your heel and making your way back towards your house. As much as you loved your mom, you were sometimes annoyed with her forgetfulness, especially because you asked her if she had everything three times before you left just a few moments ago. Oh well, it wasn’t that big of a deal, you would be in and out in no time.
You walked up the well cut grass of your lawn to your front door, sandaled foot almost hitting the concrete when you heard the creak of another door. It belonged to the door of the house beside you, the light tapping of shoes making their way onto the patio filled your ears, feeling somewhat foreign since you weren’t used to hearing anything from that house. You wondered what it looked like inside, if everything was rusted and worn. It had to have been almost ten years since someone lived there.
But when you turned to finally get a look at your neighbor, your thoughts were completely halted.
Your mom was right, he, most likely being the husband, was on the younger side. He had to be in his early thirties, still a lot of youth painting his broadened features. His skin was lightly tanned, it was hard not to notice the way that the sun seemed to do a good job in painting his long, muscular arms that reached to close the door behind him. He was wearing a short sleeved shirt and black pants, though it wasn’t like something that you had seen other dads wear before, it was more formal, more pristine like he was trying to make an appearance. But if the story checked out, he was supposed to be a lawyer, it was his job to look professional. You continued to look at him, almost shamefully so as your eyes trailed from his clothing to his face, taking in the sharpness of his jaw and the blues of his eyes that very much reminded you of the light blue sky above you now. And then to his hair, which was cut short and had a golden glow to it.
Right as you were about to turn and get into your house, the ball that had been with the group of kids came flying your way, hitting against the door next to you and making you jump at the loud noise. It was lucky that it didn’t fly through a window, or your parents would’ve gone ballistic. You could hear some of the parents start to shout at the kids, telling them to stay away from the houses if they were planning on kicking that thing off of the ground. The same kids you were questioning earlier ran up your lawn, most definitely to retrieve the ball that would’ve hit you dead on if you hadn’t been gawking at their father.
“Luke, I told you to not kick it that way!” The girl, Leia, yelled towards her brother, a little stomp in her step as they made their way towards you. You picked up the ball and held it in your hands, kneeling down and waiting for the kids to approach you. Luke shook his head, shaggy hair falling into his eyes and saying, “It wasn’t me! It was that other guy over there. Why do you always blame me!” You laughed, the dynamic almost reminding you of you and your brother when you were younger.
Handing them the red rubber ball, they both gave you a small ‘thank you’ and Leia muttered a tiny ‘sorry’ and they went on their way. Watching as they went, you didn’t even realize that someone else was walking up to you. Still kneeling, you looked up and saw that it was your neighbor, looking down at you with a tiny, pleasant smile on his face. You blushed, realizing the awkward position and stood up, ignoring the heat coming to your cheeks and offering a smile to him as well. Being this close to him, you could see that he was tall as well, standing a good couple inches over you. Usually this would’ve made you feel intimidated, but for some reason it made you want to draw closer to him. You mentally scolded yourself for thinking this way, knowing that he was your new neighbor, and not to mention he had two very cute twins and a wife who was probably beautiful.
“Sorry about that, I hope they didn’t scare you that bad,” He said, taking a glance at his kids who were already starting another round of whatever game they were playing with the others. His voice was low, but there was a sense of calm to it. It wasn’t rough or gravelly, almost like honey as he spoke to you. “I haven’t seen you here before, do you live here? I think I’ve seen your mom and dad around but we were waiting until the cookout to introduce ourselves.” Kind of a stupid question to ask since you were standing on your porch with your keys in your hand, though you gave him the benefit of the doubt.
“Yeah, um,” You thought back to the day you saw your neighbors two cars parked in the driveway, was that a Sunday? No, it was a Monday. “I’m usually around here more but last week I had to pick up a couple shifts at work to help my friend.” Your coworker and friend came down with the flu and had to find someone to cover her ships ASAP, and you weren’t doing anything important and stepped in to help.
He nodded. “Makes sense. I’m Anakin Skywalker, you already met my kids but they’re Luke and Leia.” Skywalker. A strange last name that confused you for a moment, realizing that you’ve never heard of anything like that before. Then again, you hadn’t heard of the name Anakin either, but somehow the unique name fit him.
“Y/N,” You responded, giving him a nod.
“Y/N,” He said, like he was testing the name out on his tongue. You tried to ignore the feeling you got when you heard it come out of his lips, which were very nice by the way when you took a second to glance at them. It sounded good in Anakin’s voice, and you found yourself wanting him to say it over and over again if he would. There was a moment of awkward silence between the both of you, a random amount of tension that you didn’t know if you were imagining or not. Then Anakin opened his mouth again to say, “My kids were looking at the pool in your yard the other day when they were exploring our backyard.”
“Oh, yeah,” You said. “They’re welcome to come over any time and use it if they want.”
“Are you sure?”
It was normal for the people in the neighborhood to use it if they wanted to. It was a big underground pool that had been built when you were a little kid. “Yeah, everyone does. Just make sure to ask someone before and they’ll most likely say yes. We like to get the most out of it every summer.” You realized that you were supposed to be back with your mother, she was most likely getting antsy as to what was taking so long. So you took the opportunity to leave, even though you wouldn’t mind staying and talking to your new neighbor for as long as he wanted to. He wasn’t just attractive, you thought that he was nice too.
“Well, I need to get something from the house and get back to my mom. See you later, Mr. Skywalker.”
“Y/N?”
“Yeah?”
“Just Anakin is fine.”
You felt your cheeks heat up. “Right, see you later, Anakin.” He gave you one last smile and right as you turned around, you could’ve sworn you saw a wink. You turned on your heel, ignoring the eyes he clearly had on you and making your way into your house. The moment the door was closed, you leaned against the wood and closed your eyes, replaying that last moment over and over again in your head. Had he really winked at you? Or was that just your mind spinning some kind of fantasy?
Oh, Christ.
It was hard to ignore the butterflies swarming in your stomach.
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A Gentlemen’s Agreement Epilogue
A Supernatural Denny AU Fan-fiction Series
Featuring: Dean Winchester/ Benny Lafitte
Other characters: Pamela, Jesse, Caesar, Crowley, Balthazar, Meg, Jo, Lee, Lisa, Sam (mentioned), Drea OFC, Robbie and SJ OMCs, Deanna OFC
Word count: 2340
A/N: Enjoy! xoxo Stu
Brunch
The sun was bright, but the air was crisp. The remnants of the early snowstorm had left soggy lawns and damp sidewalks. Benny pulled up to the restaurant and parked on the curb, smiling over at Dean. He waited patiently.
“You sure this is a good idea?” Dean squinted in the midday light.
“Been dying to meet ya. Figured it’s only fair, I met your folks, you can meet my people too,” Benny said simply. “But I’m not gonna force ya.”
“I just, I’m not used to being out in public. In numbers,” Dean sputtered.
Benny raised a single eyebrow at him. “Well, I guess this is your best shot to try it out, dontcha think?”
“What if they don’t like me? I don’t want you to have to choose between me and your friends,” Dean explained the root of the problem.
“I like you, they will too. Just relax, be your charming self and if you don’t know what to say, you can just keep eating.” Benny put his hand on Dean’s thigh, squeezing just so.
Dean growled out a sigh. “Fine. But you’re paying.”
Like that could make an uncomfortable situation worth it. Benny smirked at Dean’s logic, waiting for his face to soften from grouchy to amiable. Once Dean relaxed, Benny kissed him, just long enough to keep him flustered and climbed out of the truck.
They approached a large round table midway along the heated patio, where four people were already seated.
A raven haired woman waved them over. “My good Benjamin, did you bring a straight boy to brunch, just for me?!”
“Pammy!” Benny leaned in and kissed her cheek. "Hate to disappoint ya darlin', but ain't nothing straight about this'n."
“Hey, now! Can’t a guy speak for himself?!” Dean snipped defensively as he sat in the spot beside Benny.
Everyone laughed. Pamela raised her eyebrow in question.
Dean licked his lips and put on the smolder, “Sorry sweetheart, but I’m taken.”
“Wait, this--- THIS is your sassy mechanic?!” Crowley leaned forward, extending his hand, his English brogue gruff and pandering. “Nice to finally meet you, handsome.”
Dean gave Benny the side eye and all Benny could do was shrug coyly. Dean shook the man’s hand, trying not to show his discomfort from his lingering glances. Benny made the rest of the introductions, Jesse and Cesar were also a couple, but had been married for a few years. They seemed to be waiting on someone before they ordered. The group sipped their cocktails with a fresh pitcher of Bloody Mary in the center of the kitsch tablecloth.
Benny poured Dean a generous portion of the red drink and slipped seamlessly into the conversation. Dean sucked the palmeto out of an olive and listened casually, not too sure where he fit in this part of Benny’s life.
Twenty minutes later a rail of a guy swaggered in, with oversized aviators and a black linen suit.
“Oh, thank Christ for booze,” he huffed, grabbing Dean’s glass without even acknowledging Dean was there. The blonde chugged the entire drink, before breaking for air. “I just had the worst hook up of my life, no, well, the year at least. He took me to his mother’s house. She tried to make me breakfast. I was simply mortified. I just left. What could I even do at that point, honestly?!”
Now that his audience had his attention back, the man gawked at Dean. He even pulled down his sunglasses for a better look. “Now who the fuck is this? Is it show and tell?! Because I am not prepared in the least.”
He casually patted at his hair and eyed Dean from top to toe. Benny chuckled, but Pamela was the one to make the introduction.
“Balthazar, our regular hangover diva. Meet Dean, Benny’s boy toy,” she deadpanned, eyes sparkling with mischief.
“Oh you can’t be serious,” Balthazar lamented, looking from Pam to Benny to Crowley and finally at Dean. “Fuck you southerners and your goddamn accents--- always gets the hotter ones,” he muttered defensively as he threw himself against the armrest of the chair, crossing his legs.
“Well, now that we’re all here,” Cesar ended the dramatics concisely. “Maybe somebody should find our waitress?”
Dean looked at Benny confused. “We’re always here for a while, she doesn’t bother us until we’re actually ready to order. Tend to annoy her otherwise.”
Crowley volunteered as he needed to head to the men’s room anyhow. Five minutes later he arrived with an obviously surly waitress.
“Well look what the cat dragged in,” Meg’s smokey voice broke through Balthazar's latest story. She centered herself between Cesar and Crowley’s seat and cocked her hip, tongue firmly in cheek as she waited for Dean to take her bait.
“Heya, Meg,” Dean sighed. The inevitable caught up with him after all, they just had to run into someone he knew.
“Oh, this has got to be good, now, pray tell, how do you two know each other?” Crowley probed.
“Oh me and this schmuck? We go way back.” Meg smiled without teeth.
“Is that so?” Benny tested the waters.
“Not like that,” Dean grumbled. “Meg, here, took my little brother Sammy out for a few spins, back in the day. Didn’t you, sweetheart?”
“Yeah, well, what can I say? It was high school.” Meg let her indifference coat her entire being until curiosity sparked to life in her eyes. “So what are you doing with this crowd, or did they bring you in just to add a new level of torture to my Sunday shifts?”
“Well---.” Dean swallowed, looked at Benny for clarification and got mild amusement instead. “I think you’re stuck with me now.”
“Joy,” Meg bristled before taking their orders, knowing most of the table’s usuals before they even opened their mouths.
News
Benny rushed into the customer entrance of the shop, the wet October air had kept the service doors closed for the past week. He leaned against the counter, decorated in local business cards and charity fliers, anxiously waiting for someone to talk to. His chest was so tight he worried he’d pass out from excitement. He just needed to see him was all, once he saw Dean it would be easier.
Lee sauntered in from the service bay, they both had drawn the short straw it seemed.
“Hey, mind getting Dean for me? It’s important,” Benny asked, unable to keep the burning smile from his face.
Lee eyed him curiously but nodded and headed back the way he came. He didn’t shout, not really. “Dean-o, your boyfriend’s looking for ya.”
Dean unfurled himself from the engine he had been tinkering with all morning and glared at Lee.
“Husband, whatever, seems urgent,” Lee acquiesced. Dean nodded and wiped his hands off on the closest rag. Dean pulled his wedding band out from his undershirt out of habit more than anything. He couldn’t wear it on his hands at work, but he didn’t want to lose it so Benny made him a braided leather necklace once they got back from their honeymoon.
Dean ignored formality and walked straight into the waiting room. Once he saw the look on Benny’s face he knew what was happening.
“It’s go time?” He asked, shock and exhilaration sparking his instinct to move.
“It’s go time, cher. Lisa called me on the way to the hospital. Sam’s driving her from the office. Her water broke about 9:30,” Benny explained, the nervousness slipping into his cadence.
“Alright, I’m gonna clean up, you want me to drive?” Dean asked, gauging the unsteadiness in his usually stalwart husband.
“That’s probably best, yeah,” Benny agreed.
Dean leaned in and kissed him firmly, resting his forehead against Benny’s temple before pulling away.“Hey, we got this, alright? That kid is gonna be so spoiled having you for a daddy, you know that?”
“Look who’s talking, gonna have you wrapped around their finger before they can even crawl,” Benny teased back, inhaling with contentment.
Dean headed back to warn his coworkers that he had a baby on the way and to clean up enough to be allowed into a hospital. Jo followed Dean out into the lobby. Quickly, she hugged Benny before demanding regular updates to the group chat.
“Alright, get out of here, we’ve got you covered for the rest of the week. Let me know and I will put in paternity leave as soon as everyone’s home, okay?” Jo got all professional about things as Dean left.
“Oh, right, shit. Well, I guess I’ll let you know when you can come over and---,” Dean started before Benny pulled him by his elbow.
“We should be goin’” Benny urged. Dean looked at Jo one last time and nodded.
This was it.
Dean held Benny’s hand the whole way to the hospital, their grip tightening every so often, grounding them both. Because Lisa was a friend and the surrogacy was looser than most circumstances, both Benny and Dean were allowed in the delivery room. They were the best cheerleaders a birth mom could have ever asked for. Seven hours later, one chubby baby girl entered the world screaming to high heaven and splitting her fathers’ hearts open for an entirely new level of love and devotion.
Mary Andrea Lafitte-Winchester, or Drea for short, was a happy and healthy little girl. And an overprotective big sister to her twin brothers, Samuel Joel and Robert Fergus, who came along four years later.
Sunset
They’re old men now. Dean is five years retired, while Benny works the register for their sons on the weekends. Both of their hands aren’t what they used to be. But they keep busy. Drea is bringing the kids round tomorrow, it’s the start of summer break and Dean’s been dying to teach her kids to fish.
Dean went grey after he turned fifty, but it hasn’t changed since, in color at least. Benny’s beard is as white as Santa Claus and he hides what little hair he has left under a cap. They’re both a little rounder, a little lower to the ground, but they got that way together and neither of them notice it on one another anyhow.
Every year they visit Jesse and Cesar in Arizona for New Year's. Though they fly more than make the drive these days.
They still take turns cooking the meals and the movie nights from their early days resurfaced into movie afternoons when their kids moved out. Dean can’t hear for shit anymore and, naturally, Benny makes fun of him for it. But Dean’ll put in his hearing aids if company is over.
It’s early evening in the beginning of June and the bugs are orchestrating quite the soundtrack to their time on the porch. Dean pours his whiskey. Benny’s already sipping his sweet tea, his medications don’t let him drink much anymore. Jo’ll come by on Sunday, along with SJ and his wife and Robbie. Sam and Jess usually make it to every other dinner or so.
“Hey there, handsome. Mind if I join you?” Dean teases, once a flirt always a flirt.
“Not at all, cher. It’s a helluva view,” Benny glances at his husband, watches Dean take in the peaches and pinks kissing the slopes of the fields. They sit like that for an hour, until the dark is too thick to see through. Groaning and creaking they stand in turn. Dean keeps his hand on the small of Benny’s back as they head inside for the night, steadying them both.
They moved their bedroom to the ground floor after Dean’s heart attack, a lot less worry about making it upstairs that way. After being married forty years, Dean still makes jokes about it being Benny’s place. But it’s always been his home. He kisses Benny goodnight, makes it a little saucy because he can. He’s the first to close his eyes.
In the morning Benny makes waffles and tofu bacon. Dean pretends he can’t taste the difference, fooling no one. They make out while the sink fills for the dishes, too few to run the machine. Benny gets handsy first and Dean tries to squirm into the upperhand. They’re interrupted by a car pulling in the drive.
“Busted,” Benny whispers.
“You’re the one who wanted kids,” Dean grumbles against Benny’s neck, an old, unfounded retort.
“Yeah, but the grandkids---,” Benny starts.
“Were made to be spoiled,” Dean finishes and kisses Benny once more. Drea’s yelling at her kids to slow down before her dads even make it outside to greet them. Her eyes, blue as her daddy’s are tired. They don’t envy her the school aged years. Dean bends down as baby Deanna, who’s nearly four, comes crashing into his arms. He pulls her up and holds her tight, reminds him of her mama and he can’t help but get a little weepy over the passing years.
“It’s so good to see you, baby girl.” Benny pulls his daughter into a hug before helping with their bags. The older kids don’t come inside until it’s time to eat, climbing through the barn and splashing in the creek until they’re soaked. But Deanna sticks with her Grandpa on a simple stroll, while Pappy and Mama catch up.
Dean still has the jacket he bought from Benny, though the pants are long gone. He’ll leave it to Robbie when the time comes, when his son finds himself a stud that’s worth settling down for. If that’s what he chooses.
For now, Dean lets his granddaughter pick up every rock and stick she finds and examines it to the nth degree. He explains what he can about each one. She’s very curious. He even lets her wipe her chubby little hands on his pants’ leg when she needs to. They get back to the house just in time to start dinner, but before they go inside Dean takes a mental picture of his husband on the porch, their daughter beside him and his granddaughter running past him.
It is a helluva view after all.
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now all i can think about is when e and lisa meet grays baby 🥺😭
(a lil continuation of this one)
He couldn’t think of a more perfect view than both of his girls sleeping. The only thing that would make it even better was to have his baby girl in his arms, but he was trying to be good, trying to let her get used to sleeping in her little bassinet so that she didn’t have to be held to sleep when they went home.
Still, he knew as soon as she made a peep he was going to have her scooped up and cradled against his chest - the thought soothed him a bit. He liked feeling useful, feeling like she needed him and he was going to be there, no matter what.
Five minutes later she let out the tiniest little whimper - a sleep sound, not one of distress. He didn’t care - it gave him the excuse he needed to pick her up with careful hands. He tried not to think about how one day she wouldn’t fit in his hands so perfectly. It already felt like she was growing too fast, and she’d only been in the world for a day. He stared at her little face for a few minutes, memorizing the contours of her nose, her tiny eyelashes that curled up perfectly, the wisps of dark hair on her forehead.
Grayson shifted her, moved her into the crook of his arm so he could use his free hand to trace over her cheek, smooth and soft. Her lip curled up on the side into a gummy smile, eyes still closed as he saw the little dimple in her cheek that would always be there anytime she smiled up at him.
“Hi baby girl,” he cooed, loving the way she stretched in his arms. Though he said it quietly, it still woke you up, and you couldn’t imagine a better sight to wake up to - your man with your baby wrapped up in his arms.
“You guys are so cute,” you hummed, getting his attention. He turned to you, beaming.
“Baby she smiled at me. She smiled, and she has a dimple on her cheek, look, I might be able to get her to do it again.” His excitement was contagious and you watched eagerly as he came over to sit gently on the edge of the bed, stroking her cheek again. This time, her lips curled up again and turned into a pout, shaking once before she let out a whimper that you already knew would lead to a cry.
“She’s hungry,” you sighed, lifting your arms up so he could pass her over.
“How do you know?”
“Dunno, I just do.” Sure enough as soon as you had her next to you she was latched on, suckling away happily, her hand in a little fist against your chest. You looked down and watched her, made up for the time that you were asleep and you couldn’t see her.
Grayson’s hand came out and brushed some of your hair back behind your ear, and he leaned in to press a kiss to your temple before he spoke.
“How yah feelin’ momma?”
“Oh you know, like I just pushed a baby out of me,” you chuckled lightly, careful not to move too much. He laughed with you, reaching to tilt your head so he could kiss you. You accepted it gratefully, still in your little bubble of bliss that had surrounded you for the last 24 hours. Just you and Grayson and your little girl. But you knew the world was still turning outside, and you knew there was something that Grayson was itching to do.
“When are Ethan and your mom coming?”
“Whenever you’re ready,” he answered, eyes still on his daughter who was already slowing down.
“Are they here already?”
“I told em to get breakfast, let you guys sleep.” It was true that he’d text them and asked them to stay busy until you woke up - the last thing he wanted to do was put any pressure on you to be ready for company when you were the one who had to be up feeding the baby.
“Tell them to come in 30 minutes, that gives me time to look human and get her changed and dressed,” you hummed, excited at the thought of getting to see them.
“Baby it’s Ma and Ethan, you don’t need to get ready. You look perfect.”
You scoffed. “Always so sweet, but I’m about 99% sure I look like a troll.”
He was already shaking his head before you finished, leaning in to kiss you again. You knew he was going to launch into a sickly sweet speech about how you were beautiful, his favorite, the best thing that ever happened to him. So you opted for distraction instead.
“Can you burp her while I brush my teeth and pee?”
“Yeah, but I’m following you in there.” You passed your daughter over like you’d done it a thousand times, so natural to place her into the crook of his arm. He moved her up onto his shoulder - her head didn’t even take up half the space.
“I’m fine.”
“You just gave birth.”
“The nurse went with me the first time and said I did great,” you protested. He rolled his eyes, leaning in until his nose was pressed against yours.
“Let.” He pressed a kiss to your lips. “Me.” Another, to your nose. “Take.” Your cheek. “Care.” Your other cheek. “Of.” Your lips again. “You.”
“Okay okay you win,” you giggled a bit, pushing on his chest gently. To be honest, you didn’t mind the idea of having him there to hold onto, and you used his spare arm to balance when you stood up from the bed. He moved with you slowly, keeping you steady as you made your way into the bathroom and lowered yourself onto the toilet.
“This is romantic,” you teased, peeing while you watched him pat your baby on the back, bouncing her just barely.
“Parental bliss.” He was laughing with you, beaming. It was a bit like he was glowing - that was the only way you could describe it. It just seemed to come so naturally to him, and you could practically feel the happiness radiating off him while you went through your routine.
All was well until he spoke up again, an excited “good girl!” echoing through the bathroom. You looked up at him in the mirror with a mouth full of toothpaste, incredulous.
“She burped!” He explained innocently, making you laugh. You spit in the sink and rinsed your mouth out.
“Thought you were talking to me for a minute.”
“Nah. 5 weeks and 6 days mama. But whose counting,” he winked, dodging a bit when you whirled to smack him. He giggled, careful to keep the baby still on his shoulder the whole time, even when he reached out to lead you back into the room.
It felt good to be up on your feet, and you took advantage of it, moving over to your bag and pulling out a pair of shorts and a t-shirt.
“Ready to ditch the gown?”
You set your feet wide and gestured down to yourself dramatically. “No way in hell am I letting Ethan see me like this, he’d never let me live it down.”
You were joking, but Grayson’s eyes grew serious. “I’ll smack him.”
“Kidding baby, he knows better.” He watched you hold the shirt up and quickly sat the baby down in the bassinet, moving over to you. You didn’t protest and let him help, from untying your gown to holding your shorts out so you could step into them.
Once you were settled, you checked the clock. Ethan and Lisa would be there in 15 minutes.
“Let’s get her changed, I wanna put her in a cute outfit before everybody gets here. You wanna pick it out or change the diaper?”
“I can do the diaper,” he offered, knowing that you’d be particular in what you wanted her to wear. You kissed him quickly, hoping he knew how grateful you were for him.
Even as you went over to the little duffle bag to start looking for clothes, you couldn’t help but watch him. He picked her up so gently, smiling his biggest smile at her and immediately putting on his dad voice, mimicking her sounds and cooing at her as she grunted and whined at the cold air. She was crying by the time he got to her diaper and you grabbed the first thing you touched - a black long sleeve zip up with large watercolor blue and purple flowers on it, moving over to them.
“I know baby, I know, daddy’s almost done, shh shh shh,” he worked quickly to clean her up, lifting her little butt up so he could slide a fresh diaper under it. You couldn’t help but remember when he had come into the bedroom a few months earlier to see him practicing on a baby doll, youtube tutorial pulled up. They’d paid off apparently, because he had her done up in no time.
You switched places so you could get her dressed, getting her feet through the pant holes before pulling it up her back so you could get her arms in the sleeves. She still cried quietly until Grayson reappeared at your side with a pacifier, which calmed her down immediately as you finished your work.
Clothed, warm and content you scooped her up and let her rest on your chest a bit while you relaxed back in bed, only a few minutes passing before you heard Grayson’s phone ring.
“You ready?”
“Yeah, bring it on,” you teased, giving him one more kiss before he disappeared into the hallway in search of his family.
In true Dolan fashion, you heard them in the hallway before they even made it to the door. Lisa was the first to appear, Ethan close behind, faces alit with excitement that melted away into awe as soon as they saw her.
“Oh my goodness,” Lisa gushed, already teary eyed as she made her way over to you. “She’s gorgeous. How’re you feeling? Tired?”
“A bit, but I’m healing up okay.”
Then it was a string of mom questions, from how latching was going to if you had enough nursing bras, enough ice packs. It was more comforting than you had expected to have another woman there with you - one you knew, one you trusted, one who truly understood what it was like to go through what you had.
“Lisa I have no idea how you lugged those two around for so long,” you teased, but they didn’t hear you.
Ethan was too busy staring over his mom’s shoulder, arm around his twin’s shoulders.
“I can’t believe you’re actually a dad bro. This is crazy.”
“I know. She’s perfect, isn’t she?”
“Tiny. I didn’t even know babies could be that small.”
“Wait till you hold her dude. It’s like you’re barely holding anything, and everything, all at once.”
“Can I?” He paused, looking between the two of you. “Hold her?”
“Yeah, yeah here, c’mere,” you reassured him, waving him over. You sat up, Lisa’s hand coming to your back to help you. Ethan leaned over, arms a bit awkward as he tried to position them.
“Here, like this.” Grayson moved to take her confidently, standing up chest to chest with his brother.
“Like a football. A very fragile football.” Grayson’s explanation made you laugh as you watched him pass your daughter over into Ethan’s cautious arms. He was still as stone, so hesitant.
“A very cute football,” Ethan mumbled, eyes wide in wonder. “Hi there, hi baby.” His baby voice was similar to Grayson’s, but just different enough. Lisa sniffled beside you, overwhelmed at the sight of her sons there with her granddaughter.
“She hasn’t cried yet. Probably thinks you’re me,” Gray grinned, bumping his shoulder just barely, turning his attention down to her. “That’s your Uncle Ethan lovie, he’s gonna get you into trouble I have a feeling.”
“Am not.”
“Are too,” you and Lisa said at the same time, making everyone laugh.
“Alright alright, hand her over, gimme my grand baby.” Lisa stood up, heading to the other side of the bed, hands out at the ready to get her turn. Grayson moved to take her place at your side with a proud smile as he watched them both fuss over his little girl. You couldn’t describe the warmth or happiness in your heart.
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Memories - Grayson Dolan
here i am, back with another fic based on a dream i had! also, i did not proofread this so im sorry for the mistakes!
summary: You are childhood friends with the Dolan siblings and you recreate childhood photos, but one recreation results in surprising consequences.
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“I can’t believe they made me do this,” you growl at your own reflection when you finish your already ridiculous look with putting your hair up into piggy tails. You look like someone who has fully lost her mind and acts like a child while being an adult. The denim overalls fit you loosely since you found it in your brother’s wardrobe, but it was the closest you could find to what was required from you. The striped shirt however is a little too tight, given the fact that the last time you wore it was in seventh grade. You’ve definitely gotten bigger in certain parts since then, but this is the only striped shirt you could find in such a short notice.
You feel ridiculous, but still excited. When the twins called you last night to ask if you’d be in recreating your old photos from your childhood there was just no way you could refuse. One, they sounded so thrilled and eager and two, you found it just as interesting and promising as them. You’ve been stuck at home for so long, you just couldn’t say no to some fun with your favorite neighbors. Growing up next door to the Dolan household has been one of the best things in your life. You instantly had two more awesome brothers and a big sister and friends you knew would always be there for you. When the twins left from home and Cam moved because of collage you were afraid you’d lose them since you stayed, only attending the local community college so you could help out the family business, but they proved you wrong. Endless video calls, nonstop texting and snapping and surprise visits whenever they came home to the family reassured that this is surely gonna last a lifetime.
Now in this messed up situation with the virus, they are all home with Lisa and being the restless goofballs that they are, there’s always something crazy they are up to and this time they made you join them.
“Y/N!” your mom calls from downstairs and though you already heard the quads arriving she lets you know the boys are here for you.
Taking your backpack that’s filled with your other childhood outfits you stomp down the stairs when you appear in the corner Grayson is the first one you spot. His eyes widen at you for a second before that shit-eating grin stretches across his face at your outfit, even though he looks just as ridiculous as you in his old, purple shirt with Sponge Bob on it and the hideous red shorts, socks pulled up almost until his knees.
“Look at you, Tootsie!” he chuckles and you roll your eyes at the nickname only he uses still. You couldn’t say the letter F normally until you were about seven, turning the word footsies into tootsies and everyone liked to tease you about that, especially Grayson. The name got unstuck by the time you turned sixteen, but not for him. He still calls you Tootsie whenever he has the chance. You don’t mind, it always awakens those damned butterflies in your tummy.
As you get to the bottom of the stairs his hand immediately reach up to curl a strand of hair from your piggy tail to his finger, playing with it a little before he lets it slip out of his grip.
“Woah, Y/N, you nailed the look!” Ethan shows up with freshly baked cookies in his hands that he probably got from your mom who is experimenting in the kitchen again. That’s her new favorite thing since the quarantine started.
“I know, right?” you grin, doing something that you meant to be a curtsey, but it turned out more like an awkward bopping.
Ethan has a black shirt on with striped pants, socks just as high as Grayson’s with his tennis shoes. They both nailed the vintage looks pretty well and you can’t wait to see their other outfits. Grayson sent you a bunch of photos last night that they want to recreate and he got you curious what will turn out of this.
Your mom walks out of the kitchen, oven mittens on her hands and she gasps seeing all three of you.
“Om my! How cute you all look!” she cheers and gathers all three of you into a group hug. “Time flies…”
“But you look just as pretty as you always did,” Grayson smirks at her and you can see her blushing. He never fails to make her feel better, one thing you absolutely adore in him.
She packs some more cookies for you before you finally leave, the quads waiting on your driveway. You go to Gray’s without a second thought, you always ride with him. Ethan used to make a fuss about it when they first got them, but eventually gave up on the fight and you guess he accepted that Grayson is your ride when it comes to the quads. You always told him it’s because you think he is a better driver, but in reality you just love sitting behind him, arms hugging his waist, thighs pressed together.
His sweet scent makes you smile as you sit behind him, waiting for him to start the quad and you often wish the way from your house to their would last longer, giving you more time to enjoy this little moment with him. Crushing on your childhood friend has taught you to savor these little things as if they are happening for the last time in life, because these are all you had and still has.
“Piggy tails!” Cameron greets you upon arriving, jumping down the stairs rocking the same hairstyle as you.
“We should do them more often,” you laugh as you get off the quad, unwillingly letting go of Grayson, going to hug her tight.
“We look fucking awesome for sure,” she grins.
The boys bring everything that’s going to be needed during the photoshoot into the pickup while you go inside to greet Lisa and the three of you girls have a quick little chat.
“Oh, I can’t wait to see the pictures,” she cheers happily, hips leaning against the edge of the counter. “I love these recreations.”
“We will look so ridiculous on all of them,” Cameron snorts finishing up her lemonade.
“We always end up looking ridiculous when we are together,” you smirk at her and she points at you nodding.
“You’ve got a point.”
Once the boys are done with loading the car you go to the backyard to shoot the first few pictures that were taken there. Ethan is responsible for the camera, Grayson controls the set while you and Cam try your best to nail the poses like on the pictures.
They turn out amazing. You all managed to recreate the outfits almost perfectly and you could find the exact spots from the photos, making it possible to nail them precisely. Lisa watches you work from the kitchen window, a wide smile on her lips and it makes you happy to see her like this. So carefree and full of life.
“Okay, we have one last photo here,” Ethan directs, zooming in on the picture on his phone. “Gray, Y/N, go to that tree.”
Nodding you follow the instructions, though you know which photo it is going to be. You adjust your piggy tails tugging on your shirt. You’ve changed from the overalls, now rocking a yellow polo shirt with high-waisted denim shorts and sandals. Many of the pictures were taken on the same day, so you can recreate more in the same outfits.
“Alright, Y/N has to sit on your shoulders and hold onto a branch.”
Gray nods and turns to you, rubbing his hands together.
“I’ll squat down, you sit on my shoulders, okay?”
“Yeah,” you nod, feeling a bit nervous. The guys used to pick you up, carry around on their back and shoulders a lot, but your teenage years made you super insecure about your weight, so you asked them to stop. They respected your choice and though you’ve successfully overcome this situation, they are still very careful around you.
Grayson squats down and you stand behind him, hesitant before lifting your leg up and planting it onto his shoulder. You freeze when his hand holds onto your thigh above your knee.
“Don’t worry, I got you,” he softly reminds you, thinking you froze because you’re afraid he would drop you, but in reality it’s because of his touch.
“I know,” you quietly say before placing a hand on his head for support, fingers digging into his now long hair before you lift your other leg up and finally put it to his shoulder. He counts back from three before he stands up and you suddenly tower over everyone in the backyard.
“Hold onto the branch!” Ethan instructs you and looking up you grab the first branch you can reach. Grayson’s hands on your thighs are basically burning and you can’t tell that it’s his palms that are so hot or your skin under his touch.
You manage to focus for a few so the picture can be taken and when Ethan says you got what you needed Grayson slowly descends so you can hop off his shoulders.
“You okay?” he asks brushing his hair out of his face once you are both standing on your own feet.
“Yeah,” you smile shyly as he brings a hand to your back, gently caressing it to let you know without words that you did great.
Once the backyard pictures are done you all load into the pickup and head into the forest, the place where you’ve had so many adventures growing up. You knew this recreating would be a lot of fun, but you finally feel like it’s all like before, when adulthood hasn’t set in, the twins and Cam were still living next door, making it easy to hangout whenever you wanted.
You take picture after picture, and not just recreations, you are making new ones, eternalizing this new memory the four of you share now.
“Alright, we have one more picture to take,” Ethan announces with a knowing grin and you furrow your eyebrows at him.
“What? I thought the one with the ladder was the last one.”
Walking over he shows you his phone, already laughing and your eyes go wide when you see the photo he wants to recreate.
“You did not send me this!” you protest as you stare down at the photo you’ve seen so many times before, but never thought it would cause you to almost have a heart attack.
It was taken of you and Gray, the two of you are sitting on the back of Sean’s old pickup, you were probably five, max six years old here, little arms hugging each other and Grayson is giving you a big smooch right onto your lips. This was technically your first kiss, if you count the innocent childhood kisses. Back then you had no idea what crushes or love were, you only knew that you liked this silly boy who lived next door and happened to have a clone, as you used to say it. Your feelings for Grayson originate from way back.
“Come on, Y/N! This is one of mom’s favorite,” Cam tells you grinning and you’re annoyed that she and Ethan are enjoying this more than they should while you are probably now as red as a tomato. Glancing over at Grayson you see that he is just standing there, looking nervous maybe? Eyes avoiding to look at you.
“I…”
“She would be so disappointed if this one doesn’t get a recreation!” Ethan nags you and he is such a rat, using Lisa against you. They know you’d do anything for her, she is like a second mother to you, saying no to her has never been an option for you and they know that too well.
You are defeated, so walking over to the truck you just simply hop on the back, trying not to look like you are about to pass out from your nerves. Ethan makes his brother sit next to you and it feels so awkward, you definitely did not think this would ever happen.
“You don’t have to do this because they are blackmailing you with mom,” Grayson whispers to you while Ethan and Cam are busy with setting the camera up.
“It’s fine, really,” you say forcing a smile to your lips, but it’s so not true and he knows it too.
“Okay, so Gray, you just lean in and… go for it,” Ethan laughs as if he is a kid again, talking about kissing like it’s a forbidden thing to even say out loud.
The two of you adjust your position, turning to each other a little before you hug each other like in the photo. Grayson looks deep in your eyes, giving you the chance to bail out, but you just stare back at him, ready to go with whatever is about to happen.
“Okay,” he whispers to himself and before you could even have a second though his lips are on yours.
Your eyes close immediately at the sensation, arms loosening around him, making the hug more comfortable as you let your lips part a little. Far away you hear the camera clicking, but it doesn’t sound real, your heart is beating in your throat and that innocent smooch slowly turns into a real kiss.
“We got it!” Ethan’s voice snaps you out right before it could take a more radical turn. Leaning back your eyes are met with Grayson’s startled face, lips parted, hands still on your waist.
“Great, great,” you mumble awkwardly, hopping off the trunk, out of his arms.
The mood has definitely changed because of the kiss. Ethan and Cam start teasing the two of you about it, but you just try to shrug it off while forcing yourself to forget what it felt like to have his lips on yours, because the more you think about it the more you crave another kiss… and another one… and another one…
It seems like Grayson wants to say something, or this is what you see in his eyes, but he keeps quiet on the way back to the Dolan house. Cam invites you to stay over for a movie while Ethan edits the pictures and you accept it. Arriving back to the house you are wandering inside feeling distant and dizzy when a hand slides into yours and pulls you back before you could walk inside.
“Wait,” Grayson keeps you back and you turn to him with a puzzled look. “Can we…”
“Just take her to your room, Gray!” Ethan shouts from the front porch with the most annoying grin on his face.
“Shut up!” he snaps back at his brother. “Come with me,” he nods at you and he pulls you towards the quads.
“Where are you going?” Ethan calls after the two of you.
“Where you are not there to be an asshole!” Gray retorts making you laugh. You hop on the quad behind him. “Hold on tight, Tootsie,” he chuckles as you wrap your arms around his waist.
You have absolutely no idea where you are heading, you’re just enjoying the ride, face pressed against his broad back, feeling the muscles moving under your cheek every time he takes a turn.
When he stops and you look around you immediately recognize the place. The little abandoned patio you found about a decade ago in the woods still stands, vines and plans have taken over it, the wood looks like it would give up if a harsh wind blew through it, but it still looks like a magical place. It was you secret place with Grayson, you came her often when you both wanted to escape from home, just sat on the dirty floor and watched the sky through the cracks of the roof of the patio.
“I can’t believe it’s still here,” you chuckle walking closer while Grayson turns the quad off behind you.
“Yeah, looks deadly though,” he comments scoffing.
“Probably been through a lot,” you smile back at him. “What are we doing here?”
Hopping off the quad he walks towards you pulling his phone out of his pocket with a nervous, but excited smirk on his face.
“I wanted to recreate one more picture.”
He hands you his phone, a photo from about five years ago shown on the screen. You both were just teenagers, the phone was put to the ground on a timer and the two of you sat in front of it in the patio, laughing carefree, he had an arm around your shoulders and you were leaning into him. It was just a random day you spent out in the woods when Ethan had a doctor’s appointment and Lisa asked Grayson to stay over at ours while they are not home. You wandered in the woods for hours and of course ended up at the patio.
“You want to recreate this?” you ask with a smile, looking up at him as you hand him back his phone.
“Yeah,” he nods with a shy smile.
“Let’s do this.”
He sets his phone up the same way as you sit on the floor in the patio, waiting for him to join you. He thuds arriving next to you as the timer counts back from ten. Swinging an arm around your shoulders you look him in the eyes as you lean at him.
The urge to kiss him is back, you want to feel his lips again so bad, but you don’t know if you should. The counter reaches the end and the phone snaps the picture, but neither of you moves.
“We should have laughed,” you whisper, feeling like his eyes are locked on yours, not letting you look anywhere else but him.
“Yeah?”
“Mhm.”
“Should we make another picture then?” he asks and starts leaning closer.
“I guess,” you breathe out right before his lips meet yours.
It’s so much more than the one you shared earlier on the trunk. This kiss is real, full of lust and longing, not something kids would share, but you are not kids anymore. Cupping his face in your hands you try to get as close to him as possible, pushing yourself to his lap and he falls back to the ground pulling you with him. You share a laugh, rolling around in the dirt, Grayson getting on top of you, kissing you again and again and you don’t want this moment to end.
“Sixteen year-old Grayson would be so proud of me now,” he smirks against your lips.
“What?” you smile at him pushing him a little back so you can look into his eyes.
“I’ve wanted to kiss you here so many times, I can’t even count.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. Like the day the photo was taken. I was just a chicken and I thought you didn’t like me back.”
“I did. I still do,” you smile, brushing his hair out of his face but it keeps falling back.
“Sorry for earlier.”
“What do you mean?”
“The kiss on the pickup. They just wanted to urge me to do something because they are done with my pining after you.”
“What? It was all a setup?”
“Yeah,” he chuckles and rolling off you he sits up and you push yourself up as well. “Ethan planned it all out, hoping I would finally do something if I’m forced to kiss you, but I honestly thought you wouldn’t agree to take the picture.”
“But I did.”
“Yes you did,” he chuckles and reaching over he tugs a strand of hair behind your ear that escaped from your piggy tails. “Want to know something funny?”
“Mhm.” Nodding you scoot closer and kiss his lips softly, just because now you can.
“Remember how fussy Ethan used to get when you’d only ride with me on the quad?”
“Yeah. Like a baby,” you chuckle.
“That was because he used to have a crush on you too.”
“What?” Your eyes widen as you stare back at him. “He did not!”
“Yes he did,” he laughs. “We had a fight over this, because he didn’t know I liked you. But then I told him and he realized he has no chance.”
“How did he just realize it? What do you mean?”
Looking away from you he seems nervous to answer you and you give him time. You know he is going to share it with you.
“He said that… He has no chance, because he just likes you while I… I love you.”
Oh how long you’ve been craving to hear those words from him! And now it’s reality, not just a daydream in your mind. Leaning closer you kiss him, sweet and slow, taking your time with him.
“I loved you too. I still do,” you smile at him and wrapping his arms around you he pulls you down with him back to the floor kissing you all over and over again.
When you return to the house about an hour later Ethan and Cameron come out running to the front porch the moment you hop off the quad, clearly waiting for something holding their breath.
You don’t say a word, just try to hide your smile while Grayson gets off the quad too and stepping next to you he laces his fingers together with you. The moment this happens Ethan and Cam starts screaming and shouting, running to you and jumping all over the two of you.
“FINALLY! YES!”
“ABOUT FUCKING TIME!”
“Oh my god, guys!” Grayson chuckles showing his siblings off to give us some space to breathe, but you don’t mind their enthusiasm. It’s cute that they were rooting for you so bad.
Lisa appears on the front porch, confused about all the noise, but then she sees as Grayson pulls you to his side, kissing the top of your head and she immediately knows what’s happening.
“You’re not joking, right?!” she gasps walking down the stairs.
“No, mom. It’s serious,” Grayson chuckles shyly and as his mom finally reaches you she embraces both of you in a tight hug, laughing happier than you’ve probably ever heard her.
“Finally! I’ve been waiting for this to happen for so long!”
“Mom!” Grayson whines, but you find it so sweet.
“We all did, Lisa,” you admit chuckling.
She invites you all inside for dinner and you gladly join. What happened today didn’t change anything in the dynamic you shared with them. Dinner is just as heartfelt and fun like it always is, or even better. When you’re done eating you all go into the living room and watch the little slideshow Ethan put together from the photos, laughing so much on both the old and new ones.
Today surely started as a day of old memories, but the new ones you’ve made are way better than any other you’ve made with your favorite siblings, especially one of them.
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Wave G.D
in which you move to california for the summer and grayson is the life guard.
based in the 80s !!!
smut and fluff !!! feedback is welcome as always <3
The sun beamed through your window, blinding you when you opened your eyes. you sighed placing a hand over your poor watered eyes, reminding yourself to buy curtains. California was good - better than your old town. but waking up blind every morning for the last week was not something you enjoyed. but you’d take that over madonna being blared at 6am by your 14 year old sister, tanya. God, sometimes you even missed it. missed the loud, chaotic energy of your small hometown, and your weird little family. but as you said, california is good. you reminded yourself, change is good. growth is good. sometimes you forgot that you have to grow to be better, and that change isn’t some evil thing. you need change to move on and become better.
Your aunt had been kind enough to let you stay in her home for the summer - she was off doing god knows what, and needed someone to cat and house sit. You were the first one to offer. Lord only know, that if you didn’t take this offer, you would’ve stayed in that town for the rest of your life. like you, your aunt escaped the town of houston. all your family grew up in houston. a town in a town, you called it. it was small, only a population of 2,000 people. not many people left either - so when you did, it comes as a surprise.
you wanted to travel, see the world. and california was just one stop on your trip.
Today was day of looking for jobs, you had put it off too many times this week. you told your mother you would get a job on the first day here - it’s been 7 days. And your mother was starting to call more than twice a day. You wanted to become a writer or a journalist - that was the dream. but that had to be put on hold for now. even though thought your aunt was paying the bills etc, you still wanted to find a job to make friends and have some cash. you saw a nice dinner about 10 minutes away from here, so maybe you’d have dinner there once you had some cash. beats having microwave dinners every night.
so with that in mind, you got up and made your way to the bathroom. it was small and quaint. exactly like the house. it was nothing special - which is what you loved. a small little home, with small little bathrooms. that’s sounded quite nice to you. After looking around your small bathroom, you turned on the shower, hissing a bit as the hot water hit your skin.
you walked out of the bathroom, leaving the water run for a minute. Opening the dresser pressed against the wall, you decided on a white crop top and denim shorts. Your mother would kill you if she saw how small the shorts were, but she wasn’t here. You grabbed a bra and underwear from the top drawer before walking back into the bathroom. you stripped down, leaving your huge t-shirt on the floor.
When you stepped in the shower, you thought about how good this summer could be. Even if you ended up not making any friends, it still could be the best summer of your life.
so you had to make the best of it.
After your shower - that you spent way too long in, you got dressed into the clothes you grabbed earlier. your hair was still soaking wet, but the towel and the Californian air would dry it. You brushed your teeth, and attached your septum piercing onto your nice. “does this look like i’m cool, or i’m going to rob you?” you asked yourself in the mirror. your mother, hated everything about the piercings and tattoos. She said quote “i feel scared looking at you, y/n”. Tattoos especially made you feel so creative and free, something about them made you feel so happy.
Running down the stairs, you grabbed your converse slipping them on. slipping you mean - pulling them on. God, they were hard to get on. you looked into the drawer and found your purse with, 20 dollars in it. “great” you sighed walking out the door and locking it.
your aunt lived in a nice neighbourhood, small houses, small families. usually people that just had kids or older people that didn’t want to be a put in an old persons home. it was nice and relaxing. different from houston, you’d admit. but nice and needed.
The walk to the centre of town was fine. You got a few looks, considering the town was so small and everyone knew everyone. You were basically the new kid at school. But so far no ones said anything bad - that you know of. The town was full of stores. Retail stores, smaller family stores like toy stores etc.
you spotted the diner straight away, running across the street quickly. Luckily spotted a sign saying they were looking for more staff - you knew diners were quite popular, so you really got your but in there. A tall woman, with brown hair and warm smile greeted you at the till. “hey, darling. what can i do for you” she asked, you looked at her name badge, lisa. A nice name for a nice lady. “i’m actually looking for jobs, saw that you were looking for staff! maybe we can schedule an interview or something?” you asked picking at your nails. lisa looked you up and down and then sighed. “well, if i’m being honest, you’re the only one in weeks that’s offered to do some work around here” she confessed, it made your heart shatter when she looked down - it looked like she was about to cry.
she sighed once again to herself “you good with people?” she asked, placing a napkin down on the counter. you nodded, messing with your hands. “i know first aid too. real good with kids, i was going to study to be a teacher” you confess, trying to butter yourself up.
lisa nodded “what’s your name?” she asked and you put your hand out to shake hers “y/n l/n. i’m looking after my aunts house for the summer” you say and she smiled. “well good. you’re hired” she grinned pulling you into a hug.
“welcome to the team, honey”
After that and a celebratory milkshake, you decided to go the beach that was a 5 minute walk from the diner. lisa said her daughter works just around the corner from her and her sons surf and do lifeguarding down at the beach. Maybe you’d run into them. they had to be maybe 16? You didn’t know anyone older than that, that wanted to be a lifeguard willingly.
You took over your converse and socks as the sand because harder to walk in. there wasn’t much wind and it was really hot so of course it was packed full of families and teenagers. Most were locals, but others travelled hours to come this beach - and you weren’t sure why, until now.
A man probably 20 or 21, was running towards you, topless. It was hard to look away, his abs were just staring at you. His red shorts clung to his thighs - he reminded you of show that had aired in september, something like bay watch. He looked like he belonged on that show. You wouldn’t mind getting to see that everyday. You now understand why there was probably more teens than families.
Grayson had spotted you the minute you stepped foot on the beach. god, were you beautiful. Your simple outfit was like the sexiest outfit he’d ever seen, because you were wearing it. Your piercings and tattoos were so incredibly hot, he’d never seen anyone like you if he was being honest. He came from a town where not many people expressed themselves, everyone except him and his twin that is - and now apparently you. Ethan, graysons twin, spotted you too. He knew grayson was already head over heels for you.
“she’s definitely new” ethan voiced climbing out of the water, pulling his shorts up. grayson nodded agreeing “yeah, might go, uh see how she is” grayson said making ethan chuckle. “sure, whatever you say bro” Ethan laughed before walking off the his chair.
Grayson began running up to you, he could see you checking him out. Good, he liked that.
finally after what felt like ages he arrived at where you decided to sit down. You looked up at him smirking cocking your head to the side.
“grayson dolan” he smiled sticking his hand out, you shook it still with a smirk on your face. “y/n l/n” you say as he sat down beside you. “you’re new to town right?” he asked putting a hand through his hair. you just nod putting your hand on the sand.
“met your mom earlier. said she had two handsome boys at the beach. she must have meant the other one” you tease making grayson raise an eyebrow, smirking. “oh yeah?” he asked resting on his elbow.
“hmm” you hummed looking down on him. “i have to say, never gotten that one” grayson said, you just shrugged “maybe you just need some humbling grayson dolan” you said standing and wiping your shorts to get the sand off.
“i’m working in the diner tomorrow. maybe you can come and i’ll humble you some more”
“i think i like the sound of that y/n l/n” grayson smirked getting up himself. “see you then, grayson” you smile walking away.
fuck, he thought. He was going to make y/n l/n his.
you arrived home smiling like crazy. you’re not even 24 hours here and you’re already head over heels for a man you know hardly anything about.
you pulled off your shoes again and through them on the floor. when you skipped into the kitchen and put on the radio, girls just want to have fun came on. You grabbed a spoon and danced around the kitchen waiting for cyndi lauper to sing. “i come home, in the morning light” you sing jumping up and down.
“girls they wanna have fun”
after dinner and another shower you watch a movie and then head to bed, waiting to see that lifeguard again tomorrow.
You woke up early on your own body clock. that has never happened before, but seen as you’re meeting a boy and having your first day of work it seems to make sense to you. you shower and use all the good stuff. you also shave - just in case, you never know.
you leave all your peircings and change into skinny black jeans and a fleetwood mac shirt. lisa said she’d give you the uniform in your locker and that you could change in the bathroom if you’d like, you agreed with that. it meant that you didn’t have to wear the uniform home. you wore your converse and placed your hair in a loose ponytail.
you walked to the kitchen and grabbed a water and apple, and ate it quickly chugging the water down afterwards. you quickly ran back to the bathroom and brushed your teeth, before running to the door and making your way to the dinner - you really didn’t want to be late on your first day.
“y/n!” lisa smiled pulling you into a hug. “good to see you again” she said pausing “go get changed and then i’ll teach you some bits” she grinned placing a hand on my shoulder and pulling me along into the locker room. “here your locker, your uniform is in there. you can change in here or the bathroom just down the hall” she said, making you nod with a smile.
lisa left and you got dress into the blue top and skirt, the collar was lined with red and there was a white apron placed around your waist. your white converse actually went perfectly with the uniform, so you gave yourself a pat on the back for that.
once you walked out the place look a bit more lively, which made you happy and eager. You wanted to get on the locals good side. “oh good! you’re ready, this is lily. she’s a little bit older than you, working here part time” lisa said introducing you guys. you smiled and shook her hand “y/n” you say and she smiled “so nice to meet you” she replied taking the pen out of her hair.
“so all you have to do in take people’s orders. then tell the chef” lisa said giving you pen and paper “i won’t put you on the till yet, but i will teach you tomorrow” she said and you smiled nodding. “be nice, smile and make small talk” she listed and then placed a hand on your back “you’ve got this. now table two needs a waitress” she said pushing you off. you walked down around the counter and to table two. “hi, what can i do for you” you say smiling.
“huh, y/n” grayson said making you look up from you paper. you smirk at him dropping you arms down to your waist. “grayson dolan, knew you couldn’t resist me” you tease making him laugh. “seducing costumers on your first day? y/n seriously?” grayson said making you shake your head.
“shut up. what can i get for you” you say and grayson smiled. “are you on the menu?” he asked leaning back. you bite your lip, trying to hide your blush. “maybe. what’s the offer?” you asked rocking back and forth on your feet. “a dinner. me and you. maybe some kissing, never know” he said placing his hands on the table.
you shrug smirking again, you tear a piece of paper out and begin to right down your address “pick me up at 7.” you say and give him the sheet.
“now what can i get for you?”
the day went by rather fast after grayson asking on you a date. you loved the job, lisa and lily so much already and knew this summer was going to be one to remember.
“y/n you did so good today” lily complimented taking off her apron. you smiled “thank you. it was actually a lot of fun” you say taking out your clothes out. “saw you talking to gray” lily said with a teasing smile.
“oh shut up! it’s only one date”
“grayson dolan does not do dates. consider yourself lucky, than man looks like wants to marry you” lily said making you roll your eyes. “now i have to go home to my husband and baby while you are out enjoying your life” lily said dramatically making you roll your eyes.
“enjoy” you say waving and walk off out of the locker room.
you say goodbye to lisa before pratically running home to get ready for your special night with grayson.
once you got home you ran to your room and placed your clothes in the wash basket, after a quick shower you pull out the one dress you packed, a white off the shoulder dress. it was nothing special, but it was comfortable and you felt pretty damn good in it - and of course your signature converse. you put your hair into a half up half down sort of look and only put on some mascara and blush. you wanted to look simple, yet cute. but the piercings and tattoos kind of cancelled out the cute.
you look at yourself in the mirror and nod at yourself. “you can do this. you can have fun” you say and place a hand on your hip. “you look good.” you say and smile and then just on time, grayson knocked on the door with flowers in his hands.
you walked down to the door and took a breath in before opening it. grayson stood before you, in a white shirt and dress pants. the sleeves of his shirt were rolled up so you could see the vains, God he looked good.
“wow. you look beautiful” grayson breathed out handing you the flowers, you blushed and smiled. “thank you, come on in” you say walking to the kitchen.
you walk back down and see grayson leaning against the table his hands in pocket. “hmm. you look so good” grayson said standing up. you just held out your hand “why don’t we skip dinner and go the beach instead?” you asked and grayson raised an eyebrow.
“sounds great”
so you both walked down to the beach hand in hand. laughing at the most stupidest of things.
“i thought you were from bay watch the first time i saw” you laugh and grayson pushed you away pouting. “so sexy” you giggle making him shake your head. “well i for one heard wedding bells seeing you” grayson teased pulling you into him. you hummed and looked up him. “you’re definitely husband material” you say walking down to the beach.
“sure” he said rolling his eyes and pulling you down. none of you had towers or spare clothes, but this. this moment is what you both needed. the cold air, the waves crashing and the birds talking. all you could hear was the water, the birds and your giggles.
you pulled off your dress rather quickly, leaving you in a black lace bra and panties. grayson was gawking, he pratically had to close his mouth with his hand. your body, was perfection. it was beautiful. Once grayson was ready he picked you up making you squeal and ran to the water.
“grayson” you giggle and hit his back lightly.
“oh shit, it’s cold” you say wrapping yourself around grayson. “oh is it?” he teased placing his hands on your thighs. you smirk knowing exactly what he was doing.
“yeah, it’s cold” you say putting a hand in his hair. you look down to his lip and bit your lip making him groan. “fuck it” he said placing his lips on yours. you moan and he lets his tongue make its way into your mouth.
“fuck me” grayson hummed into your mouth making you giggle and push his head into the water.
“try and catch me!”
You both come out of the water soaked and giddy. “put my shirt on” grayson said throwing his shirt at you.
you pull it over your head and place your hand in graysons after he put his pants back on. “you wanna come back to mine?” you asked and he nodded “no ones home. for the whole summer” you say walking backwards.
“so we can fuck anywhere” you say smirking, grayson groans and picks you up making you laugh. he pratically carried you the whole way home, only putting you down to unlock the door.
once you guys reached your bedroom he kissed you again, picking you and throwing you on your bed. you lay there looking up at him with teasing eyes. “take of the shirt” he demanded, making you sit up and throw the shirt on the ground, leaving you in a wet bra and more than wet panties.
“so beautiful” grayson said as he climbed out of his pants, leaving him only in his boxers.
grayson grabbed your face in his hands and your lips finally meet once again. his fingers tighten around your face as he begins to kiss you roughly. one hands drifts from your face to your bare thigh, his fingers glide up and down your thigh making you shiver.
“you like that, baby?” he asked and you nodded “more” you begged and he pecked your lips. “soon” he said his fingers making their way between your clit, placing his lips back on yours.
you moan into his mouth as he begins to get faster, his fingers going to your slit, him playing around with it.
“don’t stop” you moan into his mouth, he looked at your teasingly. “don’t want my cock then?” he asked cocking his head to the side. you nodded quickly, “yes gray, i do, want it so bad” you moan bucking your hips.
“cum, and then i’ll make you so full”
you cummed quickly, your hips going in all different directions. he waited for you to come down from your high before taking over your panties and bra. he sighed in content, “so beautiful” he repeated kissing your breasts and down your stomach.
“please” you begged again, making him smirk. “one second, honey” he said kissing your thighs. he pulled down his boxers and you moaned at the sight, his cock was huge and the tip was full of pre-cum. you wanted his cock in you, now.
after putting on the condom he had in his pocket grayson finally pushes into you, making you moan out. “oh fuck” you moan holding onto graysons shoulder. grayson gets slower and slower. “come on grayson. fuck me like the bad girl i am” you whispered into his ear. he groaned and placed a hand on your neck, before pounding into you. you bed begins to creak loudly banging against the wall. he wraps his hand around your neck tighter making you scream out.
“keep going, gray” you say bucking your hips.“i’m gonna cum” you cry and graysons nods going faster. “me too. come on, cum for be princess” he said pounding into you.
you both cum and grayson stays in you a little longer, when he takes his cock out you feel empty, but he just pulls you closer to him.
“who knew you could fuck like that” you tease placing your head on his chest. grayson just chuckled and kissed your head, pulling you closer to him.
“another round?”
“how could i say no, lifeguard”
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Let Alucard have nice things!
This doubles as both a headcanon description and a rant so here goes:
I just got done watching the 3rd season of Castlevania and I am not happy. I have two things two say about it. This contains spoilers for the series so you have been warned.
First complaint and observation:
Did anybody get the feeling that the show was supposed to end after the second season but didn't? That everything was wrapped up nicely, Dracula was dead, the big world destruction war was halted, we were shown what the trio would be doing after everything etc. Like it was meant to end there but then a conversation like this happened:
Castlevania team: And that’s a wrap everybody! The good guys took down Dracula in an epic fight, the world was saved, Job Done! Time to move on to new things.
Shareholders, producers, etc: Uhh, actually we already signed you up for a 3rd season. So you might want to get on that.
Castlevania Team: What! But we weren't prepared for a third season! The whole plot is wrapped up! What are we supposed to do?
Shareholders, producers, etc: Don’t know but you better get to figuring it out.
Castlevania: I guess we will just game of thrones it terribly then and hope we make it through.
Because that is what it felt like happened. There seemed to be no overarching plot, just four separate ones and only two of them is even remotely together. They take two side characters Issac and Hector and give them there own plotlines. Issac gets the Denarius treatment for no real reason other than to seemingly follow in Dracula’s footsteps and Hector gets dragged to Camilla’s realm because, she needs a forge master to grow an army so she can take over what has been fractured. They split up the trio, suddenly giving Serphia and Trevor a romantic relationship with little to nothing building up to it and throw them in a quest to keep Dracula from coming back after some crazy monks due some occult doctor who style shenanigans to open a portal to other worlds. And while that is going on, Alucard aka Adrian Tepes gets left alone guarding his fathers now broken castle and the Belmont’s treasure trove for months after everything has happened.
Which flows into my Second point:
Alucard got done dirty in the third season!
We watch as Alucard deals with the mental repercussions of what he did, alone. We watch as he deals with the loneliness of being out in the middle of nowhere alone for months with none to talk too. And we see the toll it is taking on him albeit comedically.
Then the siblings come in.
They come to him for help and education on fighting vampires back in their homeland, something that Alucard is more than happy to help with. One, because he has company again and Two, passing on the knowledge to the new generation seemed fitting.
During the time they stay he grows fond of them and they him. You see them training and horsing around, eating meals together and other wholesome shenanigans.
You get to see a conversation where the sibling talk about how they notice how lonely he has been and how they believe he stays out here to punish himself and maybe they should do something for him before they move on. And it’s all like “aww that is so sweet!”
Then you see Alucard trying to sleep and failing miserably in his bed. Even so far as wondering if he should get a coffin to sleep in. Then you see the siblings show up in the door way and begin walking towards him in the bed saying , in a very sultry voice, how alone he must have been, how he should deserve a reward, ectera. Followed by them getting all hot and steamy with him.
The scene makes a point to show how much Alucard is enjoying this attention, and how happy it is making him. Your watching it and it’s like “Maybe it's gonna be one of those fond memories he will be able to look back on after their gone.” or “Maybe they will become some Badass monster hunting thruple and Alucard wont be alone anymore.”
Nope! Not today in my Grim Dark Gothic Fantasy World!
They instead, after giving Alucard the night of his life, put these metal cuffs on him that shoot out a bunch of ropes that tie him in classic Jesus on a cross position and then proceed to try and kill him.
Why?
Because the were under the belief he was lying and holding things back from them, and in particular about the castle not being able to move. And they were tired of being lied to.
Luckily for Alucard they didn't realize his sword could move on its own and they weren’t alive for much longer because of it but...Really?
Why? Why do this to him?
He lost his mother to a witch hunt, he had to kill his own father and now this? All in little over a year? What the Hell man!?
Let the Dhampire have nice things! He deserves better than this!
So, I made a headcannon to soothe me angry brain.
I took a fantasy race of mine that was inspired by the Crusnics of Trinity Blood and added them in to Castlevania. In Particular one specific one.
Name: Floki
Age: Around Adrian’s age give or take a few months.
Hair: Black
Eyes: Mismatched blue/green
Height: About the same as Adrien’s perhaps a little taller.
Personality: Mischevious, HArdworking, Loves deeply, Fiercly but wisely protective, loves to work with his hands, loves to learn more about the world and how it works. Deeply fond of Adrian even though he hasn’t seen him in a few years. Also, a smidge psychotic, but just a smidge.
Floki is part of a race of beings referred to as “The Old Ones”. They are a race similar in habit to the Vampire but they feed off vampires, night creatures and other supernatural beings over humans. They are immensely powerful, even at young ages and have been rumored to be the source of some of the gods of Ancient Mythology.
Floki’s father (Yet named) was Dracula’s mentor and where he got much of his scientific knowledge from in his early years. They became friends during his teaching and even after parting ways, would still occasionally see each other every few half centuries or so to trade information and chat.
During this time, Floki’s father was desperately trying to have children of his own and failing. At one point believing that he was sterile and unable to father children. Something Dracula knew as well and so hid Lisa’s pregnancy from him for fear of making his sadness worse.
However, a few months later, It was revealed that his current love was with child and Floki was born accompanied by much drunken Norse revelry.
When the two men met again a few years later, Floki was brought with his father to show to Dracula that he finally had a child. A moment where Dracula also revealed his son and Where Floki met Adrian.
Floki showed Adrian what it was like to play and horse around. They would play pretend out in the woods, get dirty, skin thier knees, the works. And where one was, you would find the other close by.
The visits between the two powerful men became more frequent due to the boys wish to see each other, not that the parents minded all that much.
Over time Floki’s affection for Adrian would change and deepen. His longing to stay by his friends side would get stronger and one fateful afternoon when Adrian got hurt, FLoki would realize how he had fallen in love with him.
Adrian would never know this however, due to Floki’s unstable powers at the time, his sub par control of his hunger and the fear of hurting him.
As they got older, and partly to the above, their visits to see each other would lessen and by the time they were full grown, had stopped entirely.
That is until Floki Heard of Lisa’s death at the hands of the church.
Even with his incredible power to teleport far distances it took him several months to reach Wallachia. He didn’t seek out Adrian immediately though, too curious to see the truth of what happened.
Each of “The Old Ones” Has a unique skill that is developed and evolved over time, according to personality, interest, skill and homeland. Due to Floki’s curiosity, his love for history and his desire to see how it all works together, he developed what he liked to call, memory recall.
His skill allowed him to see memories of the past through people, objects or locations where something that evoked strong emotional or magical reactions in the area happened. And if there was no such thing, if the event was more recent, if he had access to people that were there and stood on the location, he could see and feel the event as if he lived it.
Lisa’s death held him up in an inn for several days trying to chase the feeling of flames on his skin. Dracula’s anger and grief laid him up for even longer as he cried himself sick.
Gregit was better though, seeing the man who did the deed getting called out by a demon and then eaten gave him a bit of satisfaction.
Briela was fascinating though. He had to meet whomever managed to capture the ever moving castle.
By the Time Floki would arrive at the now defunk castle and underground hold, the siblings bodies are already outside on pikes.
This doesn't scare him away of course, and to find out why they were there he uses his memory recall. Where he sees through there eyes what they did to Adrian, albeit a little fuzzy. But is able to hear what the twins were thinking in that moment and see, just for a short time, Adrian tied to the bed afraid and hurt.
This causes him to snap his fingers and cause the corpses to burst into flames.
An action that draws Adrian’s attention causing a little bit of a fight before they recognize each other.
Over the next while Adrian allows Floki to stay and fix the castle as well as the Belmont estate and work towards getting the transportation engine online again. Eventually.
Overtime, all of Floki’s feelings come back with a vengeance and he gives as much attention and TLC to Adrian as he allows. Eventually getting Adrian to allow him close enough to see though his memory what the siblings had done to him
A scene that will either start a few revelations with both Adrian and FLoki or lead to a very steamy situation. Possibly both.
But it all ends in Adrian getting all the Love and TLC that man deserves after the hell he was put through.
I just hope they aren’t trying to set him up to become an antagonist later...
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Sugar Cane Nymph (G.D.)
Sugar cane nymph (G.D.)
disclaimer-> i’m colombian so english is obviously NOT my first language. i’m fluent and generally have non-terrible grammar but I usually just write academic stuff in english. i have only ever written fiction in my mother language before this so please bare with me while i get used to this.
this took a while to write omg it wasn’t supposed to be this long, anyways enjoy and PLEASE PRETTY PLEASE let me know what you guys think about it?💓💓🎊🎊
TELL ME IF YOU WOULD LIKE A PART TWO
summary: Grayson meets his mom’s new neighbor after an unexpected for legged visitor ivades Lisa’s Garden.
word count: +5k
warnings: some minor swearing, a whole buch of flustered grayson and hopefully a bit of humor? also i did not proof-read this sorry
Poor Grayson. For the millionth time that night something was disturbing his peaceful sleep. First the frogs and now his mom chooses this moment to do laundry.He thought half asleep. His hazy mind couldn’t for the life of him imagine any other reason for the incessant rumbling that was currently penetrating the walls of his tiny bedroom. He was mad. All of that crunching and crashing outside had taking him out of his amazing dream.
Oh, and was it an amazing one. So beautiful, just like her. He didn’t even know her name yet her image had managed to plague his every waking moment and now it seemed his slumber too. Not that he minded though, his dream had brought them closer.
He needed his sleep because he needed to wake up early, otherwise he would miss it, miss her. He had discovered her on his first morning run ever since coming back home. He always thought that Jersey had the prettiest countryside in all of North America and now he was sure of it. How could it not be with such a gorgeous nymph galoping around bareback on top her trusty steed. She was out there every morning at exactly 5:50 a.m.
Dammit. When had he became such a sap? Grayson knew he was attractive and he definitely knew how to use it. He had never encountered trouble wooing the ladies before. But this one, oh this one was different. There was something about her, he didn’t even knew her name but he just felt a certain way when he was around her. Well, more like spying behind a particularly dense bush that surrounded the little clearing where she ended her ride every morning. And that he had found on pure coincidence . If you could count trying to conspicuously keep up with a galloping horse for a quarter of mile as coincidence, that is. In his defense he just couldn’t let her get away, it was like she was pulling him without even knowing.
Each morning she would ride up there and he would be waiting behind the bush to watch the show. He could hear it’s powerful hoves before he could devise the big black stallion. Even her horse was different. It had a beautiful shinny black coat that the women at his mom’s beauty salon would envy. It’s mane and tale cascaded down his body in actual curls. Just like hers. He had never seen a horse that didn’t have straight hair.
It was sort of funny, one of the first things he noticed about the mysterious girl was her long and lucious curly hair. And she looked so in sync with the beast. With the dark curls and big brown eyes they almost looked like family.
She was short thing, as he noticed when he saw her stading next to the horse for the first time. He reckoned she would reach to his chest or his shoulders, at best. Her thick thighs hugged the animal’s torso right before she jumped off its back, squatting on her landing which made her delectable ass stretch her jeans. It all looked pretty profesional and innocent, still, he couldn’t help but imagine those beautiful legs wrapping around his waist while his big hads supported that delicious bottom.
Was he seriously getting exited at a half asleep memory or was it just morning wood?
He ignored that thought and kept his eyes closed, continuing with his hazy recollection.
Their conection was amazing, it was just her and her beast. She didn’t use a saddle or tack. She simply spoke to it, like one would another human being, and then she would scratch it’s neck. After that the thousand poud animal did everything she asked. It reared and bowed at her comand and, sometimes, she would let her hair down and they would spin and jump around almost like they were dancing.
No matter how many times he hid behind that bush to watch them, Grayson was in awe at every single thing she did. To him, she was completely mesmerizing.
So mesmerizing, in fact, that he could never bring himself to step out from behind his reliable bush to say hi. She seemed nice enough, surely she wouldn’t think he was some sort of creepy stalker, right? Except, at this point, he kind of was. But his little nymph didn’t need to know that.
Giving up on sleep he decided that if his mom felt the need to do the laundry two days in a row he better find a way of his own of being productive. But upon opening his eyes he was surprised to be greeted by darkness and those stupid frogs chirping outside. He tapped around until his long fingers got a grasp on his cellphone and squinted when the damned thing nearly blinded him with it’s brightness.
Then suddenly the laundry room was shaking again.
“The fuck” he groaned sleepily.
When his eyes finally adjusted to the light emanating from the screen of his Iphone he let out another groan, silently cursing the digital clock that read 4:25 a.m.. His alarm would be ringing in less than an hour for his morning run and he was super tired because some frogs had decided to serenade him until one in the morning. How come they aren’t sleeping yet?
Then there was that rumbling again. But when he realized that his mechanical roommate would be empty of dirty clothes at such unholy hour he began to worry. It’s not like the house was near the street, whatever or whoever was causing all that ruckus had to be in the property. He crept out of his room barefoot trying to be conspicuous and stealthy, even though the cold floor was torturing his toes.
He reached the front door after a quick stop at the kitchen to grab his mother’s big trusty iron frying pan in case he needed to attack. He made a mentan note to not leave everything that could be a potential weapon inside his building shed next time.
After taking a fortifying breath he grabbed the doorknob and turned it as delicately and silently as man his size could manage.
At first glance nothing on the porch seemed out of the ordinary, but when he turned the lights on he noticed it. An overturned plantpot which used to contain an colorful flower that, according to his mom, was an exotic plant that her friend had brought her from her vacation in the caribbean. His mom couldn’t stop talking about her colorful little flower when they showed her her new garden and how she was going to give it a special place in it. And now some rascal had savagely munched on it leaving only the dying stems amongst the dirt.
Suddenly the early morning was eerily silent again. Grayson tried to slow his breathing while straining to hear anything tha would give away the position of the invader. His heart was just about to beat out of his chest, the house was in the middle of nowhere, anything could be out there.
When he finally heard something he couldn’t believe his ears. High pitched and clearly irritated he barely recognized it.
Was that a neigh?
He followed the sound and finally got his answer upon glancing at Lisa’s Garden. The animal that appeared tu be stuck near one of the flower beds looked like a horse, kind of. It had a mane, a tail, four hooves, pointy ears and it was distinctly neighing, everythig pointed that it was a horse. Except for the fact that it couldn’t be any taller than three feet. It seemed he was in presence of a miniature horse.
Quickly running to his building shed he grabbed his diagonal pliers to cut the wire that had most likely trapped his hoof. But when he came back to help the little guy found him with his head deep into the nearest flower pot casually having a 5 a.m. flowery snack.
“Hey! Stop that!” he yelled trying to separate the little beast from it’s colorful victim. “YOU LITTLE FUCKER” Grayson yelled when the animal actually bit him for trying to take away his meal. Weren’t horses suposed to be vegetarian? Well if it liked flowers so much who’s to say it didn’t have other bizarre tastes... like fucking human flesh.
Waking up from all the noise Lisa walked outside to see her 6ft tall 200lb son wrestling a mini horse for a pot of half munched flowers. And she knew their equine visitor very well.
Grayson looked up from his struggle to see his mom walking out of the house with her phone in hand. He looked at her pleadingly and she just chuckled.
“Don’t worry sweetie I called his owners, Emperor’s mom is coming to pick him up as we speak” She told him.
“Wait you actually know where he came from?!” He let go of the animal and marched up to the woman comfortably clad in whool robe and warm slippers while he was out there shirtless and barefoot, hair stuck in every direction, trying to defend their home.
And of course in that moment his beloved brother decided to join in the fun from his bedroom window. Ethan let put a loud snort at his twin’s dishiveled appearance.
“Dude, what happened to you?” he asked in between laughs.
“Shut the fuck up E!” Grayson yelled looking up to his brother. “It could’ve been a murderer or some shit” At that Lisa couldn’t contain herself anymore and let put a loud laugh. She walked towards him with his coat in her hands that she had retrieved while the boys bantered.
“Oh realx sweetie! I don’t think you can die from cuteness overload” She paused while Grayson snatched his coat and glanced at the small black horse. to speak to it in a baby voice. “Ain’t that right Emperor?”
He put on his coat over his otherwise naked torso and and ran his hands through his unruly hair, exasperated. His mom speaking to the little monster briefly reminded him of his beautiful nymph and how her horse actually seemeyto listen, unlike this urchin that had breakfast on his mom’s flowers. He sneered at the animal before speaking.
“So you know the owners, ma?”
“Yeah, they’re sugarcane farmers. Our neighbors up north.”
“Up north? That’s dairy farm?” Grayson replied maliciously. Of course it would be dairy people that would own this mini horse devil. It just made sense.
Lisa just chuckled again at the grave look on Grayson’s face. Ethan just observed carefully from above how Emperor finished a pot of tiny purple flowers and was stretching his little neck trying to reach the next one containing daisies. Or at least he thought that’s what those were, either way it was simply hilarious.
“That’s north of the road, Gray. I’m talking about north of the property, they grow sugarcane organically. ” She explained exitedly.
“Oh... well whoever they are they better come get their poor animal soon.”
“They are already on the way, I just sent Denisse a text” She replied sternly, her sons could be the biggest men-child sometimes. “And even though they’re not vegan, I can assure you they take real good care of their animals.” Since Grayson didn’t seem all that convinced she continued, “Especially their horses, Denisse’s daughter has wall full of horsemanship thophies and first place ribbons, that girl spends hours everyday tending them.”
“Well apparently not enough” He grumbled brooding. “This one is clearly not that educated”
“Oh, Emperor is just a bit... energetic”
Oh hell no. She was actually gonna deffend it.
“ENERGETIC?!” He snapped. “ He ate your exotic flower and destroyed the garden! He’s a monster in a small package!”
“Gray it’s okay. And you’re exaggerating he didn’t destroy anything he just turned a few flower pots.”
“What about you exotic kayacka or whatever it’s called!” He kept on yelling. “HE ANNIHILATE IT”
Grayson was seething at this point. He loved animals and nature, he had gone vegan for God’s sake. But this was just too much, nature had basically trampled him in the last 12 hours. First the god forsaken frogs screaming their slimy little lungs out kept him up half of the night and now this!
This annoying piece of horse flesh had not only awoken him at the fucking asscrack of down, but it had also destroyed the garden he had busted his back to buid for Ma, who was currently laughing at his missery. And as if that wasn’t enough he was more than likely going to miss his secret appointment with his beautiful nymph.
“It’s called a cayena and he didn’t do it intentionally , Gosh, calm down” She pinned him with a stare “And it’s not that big of a deal, there’s more where that one came from I’m sure Denisse wouldn’t mind. Plus her daughter will more than likely begg to help picking up this mess, like I said she always looks out for the horses” She pursed her lips starting to get a annoyed at his irrational fury. “As mother would, she’s always picking up her childs messes”
“Well if she is such a great horse mom, how come her child is a freakin flower eating tornado” Grayson replied grudgingly, feeling like a scolded child for something he didn’t even do. Was he seriously talking about this horse like it was a person?
In the middle of his ire he looked down. Now that the sun was starting to illuminate the early morning he could see it had a kinda nice chesnut color and his beady ayes were staring eagerly at the daisies, that were just a few centimeters out of reach. If it hadn’t been such a nightmare Grayson could almost see himself looking for his allergy pill after petting the cute tiny thing. But it had messed with his garden and managed to get stuck, now he was going to have to ruin the chicken wire to cut him free. So no, Emeperos wasn’t all that cute anymore and after looking at the redish bite mark on his hand he definitely didn’t want to pet it. Lisa’s voice interrupted his musings.
“Listes, go put on you shoes, get yourself some breakfast and try to calm down. Denisse’s daughter shouldn’t be more than a few minutes away, I’ll look after him in the meantime”
“Oh no no, I’m gonna have a word with this chit and she’s gonna fix this immediately.”
Lisa was about to stop Grayson’s angry rambling until she spotted a rider and horse closing in on the house from the north trail.
“I mean, who the hell does she think she is? Letting her animals trample around and how long tilll-“
“Oh my Gosh! I’m so sorry Mrs Dolan I can’t believe he’s done this again.” A female voice rung melodically behind him accompanied by the resounding thudding of heavy hooves on grass. “Emperooor” the voice groaned “ what was it this time?”
Grayson knew that voice, and even if he had never heard her giving soft commands to her intimidating black stallion he would have recognized the feeling she stirred in him. That fluttering on the left side of his chest, the earthquake of butterflies in his stomach, that familiar sense of calmness that only her could bring him.
Lisa´s voice brought him back from his momentary day dream.
“Well son it looks like your wish came true” she said so only he could hear and the raised her voice to greet the girl rapidly approaching them on horseback. “(Y/N) , sweetie, hello!”
Grayson turned around utterly speechless. Astounded by her beauty and awed by the mere sight of her as she dismounted gracefully from the familiar black stud, who was actually saddled this time.
She stepped away from the huge beast and walked towards where they were standing near the garden. With every step closer that she took Grayson felt his lungs closing up on him. What was I supposed to say to her, again? The mini horse, right.
“I’m so sorry Mrs. Dolan. I don't know what to do with him anymore, ever since we moved up here he seems to find new ways to scape stalls and squeeze to fences daily” (Y/N) kept babbling out her sincere apologies while she come to hug the older woman whose garden had been vandalized by her favorite Shetland.
“(Y/N) I’ve told you a hundred times it’s Lisa, and don't worry about it I understand you mother is always telling me how hard you try to keep Emperor in check” She replied glaring slightly at Grayson whose jaw had fallen slightly ajar, she elbowed him discreetly bringing him back from whatever dreamland he was in. “Can't speak for the big man here though, he was a little distressed earlier”
As if he wasn't having a hard enough time (Y/N) shiny browns eyes peered up at him shyly stilling his lungs once again, and a lovely blush spread on her chubby cheeks. He followed the rosy trail with his eyes to the top of her round breasts wondering how far down her body would it reach. And when she spoke softly to him, he was a goner.
“Oh... I’m so sorry, I promise I will fix it up right away” When he didn't reply she added “I'm not as great as Lisa but I’m a pretty decent gardener, I swear its gonna look brand new” Gosh, this was embarrassing. He was so handsome and she has just let her mini-horse ruin his mother's garden.
Lisa’s elbow once again spooked him out of his catatonic state.
“Oh don’t be modest, I bet it’s gonna look better than before. Right, Gray?” Seeing the look in his eyes, she quickly decided that (Y/N) would have a little help fixing her plants. “Sweetie, I know you've made good friends with Cameron but I don't think you've met my sons before”
“No ma’am, I don't think I've had the pleasure” (Y/L) replied in a low voice very unlike herself.
“Okay this is Grayson and that nosy one with his head stuck out the window is his twin brother Ethan” (Y/N) glanced in the direction Lisa was pointing and sure enough there was buzz cut head sticking out the second floor window with a smirk plastered all over his angular face, ready to yell a greeting to his brother’s dream girls. Gray had described her so many times with so much detail that it was scary but it also allowed him to tell right away when he saw the curly haired girl atop the black horse.
“Why good morning Miss Horsey Neighbor (Y/L) it's a pleasure to make your acquaintance” Ethan yelled with a flirty smirk that he knew was sure to infuriate his twin.
“The pleasure is all mine, good sir” (Y/N) replied with a laugh, following along on his joke. Ethan seemed like a funny guy, she could see them becoming friends. The other brother though, they had the same sharp jawline and handsome features, but Grayson’s intense stare was definitely something else. She felt intimidated yet...exited?
Grayson stuck his hand out dumbly trying to get her attention back from his brother.
“I’m distressed and it’s okay, I wasn't Grayson” he vomited his words while trying to produce a smile that ended up looking like a grimace. (Y/L) offered him a blushy smile back none the less.
“It's a pleasure Distressed”
“Huh? Oh, fuck!” Nice job champ let her think you're fucking retarded “ it’s Grayson! I’m Grayson and was not distressed. I was just um...” He trailed off looking to his mom for help bur she merely shrugged “I was uh... worried! For the mini! Poor little guy just wanted a snack and ended up stuck in the chicken wire.”
He stuttered and stumbled trough his explanation but (Y/N), who was usually very perceptive, was still so embarrassed and flustered that she didn't notice he was lying.
“Okay. So, he shouldn’tbe snacking on flowers, anyways, he knows that” (Y/N) mumbled walking towards Emperor who had stopped struggling towards the white daisies and was now waiting for attention from his favorite human. “Alrighty pal, what did you get yourself into” She kneeled on the ground and started inspecting Emperor’s little hoof stuck on the wire. She tried to pull it out but it was too tight, the wire had tu be cut.
Meanwhile Grayson stared amazed at how the little horse devil had turned into horse putty in (Y/N)’s hands. His ears pointed towards and he rubbed his furry neck on her arm looking for scratches. No sign of the Shetland that had rudely attacked him earlier. He looked down at his hand and noticed that the bite mark was barely visible now, maybe Emperor wasn't that bad after all. Maybe.
“It’s too tight if we don't cut the wire he could hurt himself” (Y/N) announced looking up towards Lisa but the taught about it and directed her glance towards her son, who already had a cutting plier in his hand. “Do you think I can borrow that?”
“Yeah, sure, here you go” He was about to hand her the tool when Lisa widened her eyes at him at pointed her chin to the girl crouched con her garden. “Actually, let me do it” He corrected, kneeling down right next to her so that his strong shoulder thighs brushed against her blue jeans. He heard vaguely a big impatient snort behind but paid no mind to de large stallion that stood where (Y/N) had tied his reigns to the garden fence. The thing was so big it could probably pull the fence right off the soil, but instead stood patiently waiting for his master.
“I live in farm y’know I think I can manage a pair of pliers” She replied slightly annoyed that he wouldn't hand her the damned thing.
“Oh, don’t mind him honey he just loves playing with his tools” Lisa pitched in from above them. Grayson prayed nobody noticed his flushed face, but his nymph was deliciously close to him for the first time. Never before he had had the chance of perceiving her intoxicating scent, it was sweet almost like melted sugar right before it turns into caramel.
“I don’t play, ma! I build stuff” He looked up at his mother with a look half annoyed/half pleading. “Besides, I’m sure you're more than capable of cutting some measly chicken wire, I just thought you could keep him calm so that-”
“Oh my God! You're totally right.”
“I am?”
“OF COURSE, he could run around as soon as he's free and continue to dismantle this poor place. Good thinking, Grayson”
Was that even his name she just pronounce? He didn't remember ever sounding so good.
“Yup, yeah. That's it” Yeah I totally wasn't trying to show off for you, nymph.
(Y/N) resumed scratching Emperor with one hand while the other pushed on his neck to give Grayson as much room to cut the wire as possible. Since the kids seemed to be getting along quite nicely Lisa decided to make herself scarce.
“Well guys I’m gonna get inside and make some breakfast” She received two distracted hums and with that she left, not without throwing a pointed glance up at Ethan who immediately stuck his head back inside.
A few minutes later Emperor was a free and happy Shetland. Since he had already eaten, clearly, she decided she could get a head start on the mess the mini had made before riding back home for breakfast. She attached a lead-rope she had brought to the his halter, that he was miraculously still wearing, and tied him to the fence. Grayson just watched her, still kneeling by the dirt bed, she moved so naturally between the mess.
“I’m so sorry, really. For the life of me I have no idea how he came to eat flowers on the first place, I will bring over some seeds later but I’m gonna start cleaning this now, do you have some gardening tools I can borrow?” She was a little breathless after spurting out all of that, she was so nervous now that they were alone.
He got up and dusted his sweatpants.
“Sure, they are in my building shed” He replied puffing out his already beefy chest, his building shed was his pride and joy. “Just let me grab my boots real quick”
“Oh that’s okay I ca-” but he was already running inside.
A few minutes later after running a hand through his hair numerous times to tame his bedhead in front of the living room mirror, they were walking a bit closer than necessary to the shed.
“So, you like building a lot?” At that Grayson put on full display his million dollar smile.
“You could say that” He said looking around the shed for the gardening toolbox.”I build my mom that garden, I mean me and my brother did it but he was more like an.. assistant” Grayson could have swooned when he heard her laughter but instead focused on grabbing the box from the top shelf.
“Are you kidding? I could have sworn that was made by a professional?” She replied, seemingly impressed while they walked back.
“Why thank you, n- (Y/N)” He put the box down next to the first overturned plant pot “I appreciate that” Oh he appreciated it, alright.
“You know, you don't need, it was my horse after all” she sat criss- cross and started rummaging trough the box.
This was it, Grayson needed to pull his shit together if he wanted to make a good first impression on this gorgeous nymph that was eagerly staring up at him, waiting for an answer that his dumbass was unable to produce. With his shaking hands conveniently hidden inside his pockets, he stared confidently into her deep brown eyes and pulled his most charming smile.
And then they got to work. All coquettish smiles, blushing faces and casual hand brushings. They talked about building, horses, video games and even the process of cultivating high quality sugar cane without using pesticides. Grayson was over the moon being the sole focus of her attention, he had waited so long for this. He watched as she pulled away from her face the rebel curls that scaped from her ponytail wishing he could run his hands through the luscious strands and wondering if her round cheeks would be as soft as they looked if he were to touch them with his rough fingertips. He was so immersed in her that didn't realize that their work was done when they picked up the last of Emperors victims, the cayenne on the porch.
Standing on the recently clean porch steps they took a minute to admire their hard work. Or at least for Grayson they were to admire her.
“Well, this is it, thank you so much for you help Gray, you didn't have to” Did she just called him by his nickname? He had to be dreaming.
“It’s okay” he murmured observing how she had to crane her neck up to look at him, she was such a shorty yet when she spoke she appeared larger than life. She was simply amazing. “Time flies when you're having fun” He replied while they started walking towards the horses that were snorting impatiently.
“It was kinda fun, wasn't it?” she untied the big black horse and with one hand she held Emperor’s lead rope while the other pulled on the saddle Horne making for a swift effortless mount. Grayson stood a few steps away looking at the stallion curiously. “You can come closer, Spirit is a perfect gentleman, he likes firm pats like this” He smiled at her demonstration and brought his own much larger right hand to Spirit’s thick neck and let his left one rest cheekily above her knee.
“Spirit” he tested the name on his tongue “Is that his name?” he was looking up at her, for a change, and its was making her breath speed up.
“Well his registered name is actually Indomitable Spirit, my grandma rescued his mom with a poachers arrow on her side” (Y/N) cringed at the memory of the beautiful mare covered in blood “She didn’t have any hoseshoes and her teeth looked like they had never been floated, she was skittish around people... but not as much as the tipycal wild horse. It was like she was scared but she still wanted something from us. Then we realized it was because she was heavily pregnant, it only took us a couple of days to figure out she was close to due date. A month later she gave birth to the most adorable foal with a coat as black as onyx stone” Grayson basked in the glow of her radiant smile remembering how her horse came to this world. And when her face fell, his did too.“It was a difficult labor and she wasn't fully healed yet from her old wounds. The blood loss was fatal, she was too weak to even stand but she pushed through until she was done and the she just closed her eyes and never opened them again. Later on we confirmed she was a mustang so we named him in her honor. You know, most pregnant mares are nightmares, but not her, it was like she knew we would take care of her baby.” She paused at the dreamy look on his face ”Sorry, you probably didn't need the whole pony tale story, I blabber a lot sometimes... a lot of times, actually.”
“No its fine its fine,” he replied hurriedly “I love it, I mean, the story- its quite beautiful,”
“Glad you liked it” She blushed again and Grayson could have pulled her down from the saddle right then and there to cover her cute ass face with kisses, but he contained himself and tried to focus on what she was saying. “Again I’m so sorry about the garden”
“Actually, now I’m looking forward to Emperor’s next great scape if that means i get to hang out with you ” There it was, he had laid out the bait, he could only pray she take it.
“That could very well happen, but I would hate to destroy your garden again” She chuckled nervously
“It would be worth it if I can see you again, soon” The hand on her knee squeezed and his eyes stared hopeful into hers. “Or maybe, we could just grab some vegan ice cream sometime”
“That sounds nice” She started turning her horse around to hide her very obvious blush, but he saw it and it had his heart fluttering and a big cheesy smile appearing on his face.
“Vegan ice-cream it is, then”
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Maid to the Rescue - A KBTBB Fanfic - Part 4
Hey guys! Here’s my update. Thanks to those that read this! Love you all. Sorry it isn’t that great. Voltage owns the rights to KBTBB, I’m just writing a fanfic :-)
"What the heck kid, where ya been?!" Mamoru continues the line of questioning. So far, I have not been able to get a word in. The atmosphere in the vehicle is palpable and electric. I know the decision I made a year ago would affect others around me, but I honestly did not know what to expect. "Guys, please, slow down. I know and I apologize for not..."
"I mean, princess, you're like a badass all of the sudden! Baba interrupts. I slow down the vehicle as we near our location and enter a covered garage. "Guys, please, I will explain, but I need you to quickly put on the jackets, coats and hats that are in the back of the trunk. Come on, follow me."
The men do as told, but their expressions give away their state of confusion and unease. I hold on to the roof of the car and help propel myself to the trunk. Eisuke quickly comes around from the passenger side and helps me walk to the back. "Thank you..." I try to tell him, but notice he can't seem to stare me in the face.
I remove my arm from Eisuke and open the trunk. "Alright men, each bundle has a name on it, please put on your clothing. We will be walking to the bar where you will meet people from my team and we will go our separate ways to the same location. Mamo and Ota, you will ride with Net. Soryu and Baba, you will ride with Lucy. Eisuke, you will ride with me."
"Just who are these people, Lisa?" Eisuke asks me, I could hear the frustration in his voice. I know he's hurt and wants to know more, but I hope he can understand me better soon. "These are people that helped me tremendously through a tough time in life. They have assisted me in coordinating this operation to rescue you guys, so please, trust me in this."
"I know, but the bullet missed a major artery. It's just a matter of removing it and stitching the wound. I need to clean my leg a bit and we can go. Can you help by supporting me?" He grunts as if frustrated, but his eyes show nothing but concern and a bit of sadness. I proceed to clean the wound with some wipes left in the car, Nix is a gem for thinking of everything.
I turn around and proceed to remove my jacket, bullet proof vest and long sleeve shirt. I begin to pull and tug at my black dress that was hidden underneath all my protective clothing. I unbuckle my belt as well as Eisuke's belt from my leg and remove the pants. "Ngh... ouch, ouch, ouch..." as a bit of the burning sensation is felt on the leg, but the blood has slowed, thanks to the bullet still being imbedded. "What the heck do you think you're doing?" Eisuke rushes to my side, quickly helps pull my dress down and checks my leg. "That looks bad."
"I don't think you should be walking." Eisuke continues with his concern for me. "Yeah kid, ya don't look good." Mamo follows suit. "So what now?" Soryu asks. I manage to finish clearing the blood from my leg and step into my stilettos. Eisuke hovers near me to ensure I don't fall.
"Guys, this is not the first time I've been shot, I'll be fine. Now, let's go..." I tried to explain more; however, I shouldn't have mentioned my previous experience as Eisuke got angrier and scoffed. He takes my arm a bit more harshly and places it around his shoulders. "I should carry you." He says. "No, it would be too suspicious. Let them think I'm drunk and that you're helping me walk."
It takes a few minutes to arrive to our location as we parked near the bar. The smell of smoke instantly reaches us as we open the door. There are some people at the bar tending to their drinks, others playing pool and some just conversing with their friends. Oldies play from a juke box in the corner combining with the loud noise coming from the activity. It is a small bar that can be considered a hole in the wall, but it is exactly what we need to remain unnoticed.
The guys don't seem too impressed, but then again, they may also just be tired and hurt. "What is this dump?" Ota says. Never mind, they're not impressed.
"It's the dump where you meet us and leave safely." A short, blond-haired and curvylicious Lucy states as she approaches us. "Hi guys, I'm your date for tonight." She winks at Soryu and Baba. She struts her stuff in her form-fitting black dress and interlocks her arms with the men. "Go along with it guys, just pretend I'm your conquest and that you're driving me home, try to sell it though, think 'managetrois." She whispers. Luckily, the guys nod and move quickly with her, Baba takes her cue as she hugs both of them by the waist and he leans into her neck and kisses her ear. Lucy giggles away as they disappear by the exit.
"That leaves you and me Eisuke. Like I said, I'll pretend to be drunk and you're taking me home. Our car is parked to the side of the bar." He takes my arm once again and places it around his shoulders. We walk out of the bar as the cold night air greets us once again.
From the bar, a young, red-headed man turns from his seat and approaches us, "Alright losers. I'm your exit!" Net says to Ota and Mamoru. "Just pretend that you've had a shitty night and we're all buddies heading out." Mamo and Ota look annoyed, but go with it anyways, no other choice.
I giggle and swagger during our walk as he keeps his head down and out of sight. We get to a small red car and get in. I take out my phone and place it on the dash as I activate my GPS. "Here's the coordinates. Go ahead and drive the speed limit to the location. Keep your head covered with the hat."
"Why the secrecy, Lisa?" I sigh and take a deep breath. Time to tell him all of the truth. "Your enemy is the prime minister." Eisuke's hands tighten around the wheel, his knuckles almost turning white. "Why?" He manages to grunt out.
"A few years ago, when the auctions started, you had a tryst with a business woman. Turns out, she was one of his lovers, and boy did he love her. He was infuriated with you and so hurt by her that he sold her to an organization called AID to try and cover up their tryst. Mamoru had been involved in the investigation and he got too close to comfort. Should people discover the connection to AID and all the money he's received from them, it would be catastrophic. Ryuun also had ties to the prime minister and wanted assistance to get the Dragons back. The prime minister didn't mind, he wants more power, that means Soryu would have to be removed from the picture."
Eisuke exhales and clears his throat. "Okay, I get it. But why all this running around?" I shake my head and try to get the dizziness to stop. I really need to take care of this wound soon. "Because he has access to all of Tokyo, cameras, media, you name it. The helicopter captured footage of us being chased and we were able to hack and download the file before it was erased by the prime minister's team. We also don't want him to trace you and the guys until we get all this stuff together and expose the bastard, so we have to erase your tracks as best as possible, hence all this running around. Where we are headed to, you will be safe for a couple of days."
Eisuke looks frustrated, but pensive as he takes all of the information in. "There are also connections to Nishina, Ozaki as well as the fact that Baba has stolen a few items and he just really doesn't like Ota. He refers to you guys as the rat pack and hates that you're gaining ground worldwide with your businesses. He's hired many to go after you, the masked man being the most loyal. My group as been investigating the prime minister for a while now. He has also ruined the life of the young man you met earlier due to his personal ties to him; not to mention the disappearance of his twin brother."
I feel so tired and just wish I could close my eyes. "HEY! Don't you dare! Stay with me Lisa! I just found you again, you're not leaving me!" I shake my head again to wake myself up and slap my cheeks a little. "I know, I know, sorry, I'm just tired. Eisuke, I'm really sorry for not having kept in contact with you all. I wasn't mad at you and didn't disappear for those reasons."
"I thought about that at first." Eisuke says. "But I found it strange that I couldn't find you, not even after a few days, then that turned into weeks and here we are... I thought you were kidnapped, or worse, killed, because of me!" the last line he states with a bit more anger to it.
"Listen, I never knew what we were to each other. One thing is for sure, I knew for certain, and still know, that I love you with all my heart. What I did wasn't to hurt you or anyone else." Eisuke slams his hand on the steering wheel. "Really? then why, WHY did you do it?" I wasn't expecting this much anger, but I have to let it all out, as calmly as possible.
"If you researched me, then you know about me, my family and how everything looks from the outside. A pretty family portrait on the surface with a disturbing story underneath. My mother was a caring person in the beginning, but slowly she changed. To sum it all up, Narcissistic Personality Disorder is a real thing and she has it. I was criticized on a daily basis, nothing was ever good enough for her. She pitted my father against me and the years of emotional/verbal abuse took their toll."
I take a deep breath as all these memories I had burried deep inside come to surface. "She started developing paranoia or schizophrenia, I can't remember which one, and it got worse. I grew up with the notion that I wasn't going to be worth getting to know, that no man would want me, as she put it. I was too stupid, simple, ugly, you name it." The car turns on to a different road and I close my eyes for a second.
"HEY! Stay with me, keep talking!" Eisuke wakes me from my haze and I continue. "When things happened at the Tres Spades, it had barely been a couple of months after I had left my house to be on my own. My father became her next target and I didn't have the strength to fight anymore. I later learned many things through friends and co-workers about these conditions and it helped me put it all into perspective... That day when you 'broke up' with me publicly, I decided to build the person I wanted to be. So I left in search of new things and found a friend who was able to teach me so much about everything, especially computers."
"LISA! You better fucking stay awake and complete that thought!" I come to again and begin to laugh. "All in all Eisuke, I love you and I hope you love me as well, even after a year, after I left. Please don't be mad at me, but I'm just sleepy, didn't get much sleep last niiight..." and with that, my world goes black.
"It took time, but I was able to rebuild my confidence, become stronger and forgive. I needed to let go of the anger, hurt and frustration from all those horrible years with her. I accepted the fact that I didn't really have a mother and that she would not change and just let it go and continue to pray for her safety and health. My father, unfortunately, was not able to make it after he got seriously ill and passed away a few months ago." I take a deep breath and lay back on my seat. "Eisuke, there hasn't been a day I don't think about you. I just wanted to be able to be at my best, filled with confidence and not rely on you for my happiness. I want to be your partner, your friend, your support..." I start to see black spots for a second.
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part 2 of my story - introduction 2
"Ugh why does my head hurt so bad" Most importantly where am I? I looked around to see an unfamiliar classroom. "THERE YOU ARE!!" A familiar voice said I felt someone hugging me I turned around to see my crush Haru hugging me. "y-your not hurt are you?!?" She said the tone in her voice told me she was worried "Don't worry Haru I'm fine" I reassured her she nodded and got up I got up as well and we walked out of the classroom. all of the sudden a navy-blued haired boy bumped into Haru "Oh sorry haru" the boy apologized "Oh don't worry about it Luma" Haru said. I was there wondering who Luma was than I remembered he was Veronica's crush. As I stood there looking at him he said to me "Hey! I heard you are a new student here. My name is Luma. My friend Haru telled me your name is sakura." I looked at him and replied "yes. My name is Sakura Himata. You can just call me sakura for short." After that me and haru started to walk around the school a bit because we both did not know were we are very well. As me and Haru were walking we saw two white haired girls who looked like they were sisters or maybe twins. At first I did not know who there were till I noticed they were Marie and Dinka. I walked up to them with haru behind me. Once I got to them I said to them "hi guys!" Both of them waved to me and smiled. Marie telled me "hi sakura! What's up? Me and Dinka were just talking about how we got here." "Ya me and Marie have know idea how we got here but we are trying to figure it out" said dinka. Than me,haru,dinka, and Marie started talking intill we heard foot steps coming towards up. As we looked behind us we saw a girl who was wearing a lot of black and purple and we saw her walking with a blond haired girl. Both of them walked up to us and the purple and black on said to me "oh! My name is....FLO! And this is my friend ashlynn *flo points to the blond haired girl*" I looked at flo and I thought something was up with her because ashlynn sometimes telled me how rude she is sometimes and she was acting nice right now. Ashlynn was standing there than suddenly a girl ran behind ashlynn and jumped on her. "ASHHHHHHHHH!!!!" Ashlynn fell over on the ground and Veronica stood up. "Hey veronica- what's up" ashlynn said. I looked around confusedly wondering were Veronica came from because I was in the hallway she came from. Ashlynn said to sakura "oh sorry I never finished what I was saying. Well I'm ashlynn frutain, and this is my friend Veronica." I looked around and saw that Marie and Dinka left while I was talking to flo and ashlynn. "Oh sorry. I'm Veronica ashlynns best friend." As I looked at her I saw Luma walking up to me "Hey sakura you forgot this *hands sakura a book*". I said "oh thanks luma" than I saw Veronica turning red. "LUMAAAAA!" *Veronica hugs luma tightly*. "Umm guys its not time for hugging do you hear those foot steps!?" As I looked for someone I saw two little girls walking together. Once Luma saw them he ran to one if them saying "MOONA! YOUR HERE" *Luma hugs moona* I was confused because I did not know who she was. Ashlynn went to the other kid grabbing her hand. "Hey killermom! Whats up?" Said one of the kids. Ashlynn said "EVERYONE COME HERE IF YOU CAN HERE ME AND SAY WHO YOU ARE-" everyone heard her and ran. "OK everyone say your names" said ashlynn. Everyone said there names and these are there names..."I'm akane...I'm john....I'm landora.....I'm moona.....I'm luma.....I'm karma...." We all looked at each other for a bit. Landora said "hello I'm landora. I am the princess of Europe. So everyone bow down to m-" "Hey landora you know no one cares about europe..." said moona. Landora looked at moona in a serious face. "OK ok...." said landora. "Well I'm moona the youngest sister of my siblings Luna and luma!" Said moona. "Speaking of Luna I'm Luna itsuki. The oldest child." As luna said. "...hm...my name is lisa....Lisa sue...." As Lisa replied to everyone. "Oh! Sorry I'm late my name is John!" Said john. (To quickly explain everything landora is Ashlynn adopted kid. Luma,luna, and moona are siblings. Ashlynn is the adopted kid of Lisa. Akane is ashlynns crush. Moona is landoras crush. Caroline is John's girlfriend. Haru is sakuras crush.)
monokuma: HEY! DONT FORGET ABOUT ME!? IM MONOKUMA AND I LOCKED YOU GUYS IN THIS SCHOOL AND YOU HAVE TO KILL EACHTOHER TO GET OUT! I KNOW I SOUND STUPID MAKING THIS A THING BUT WHATEVER HAHAHAHAHA. ALSO IM A BEAR-
Wait- I forgot to include Caroline and both karmas- well umm Caroline is in this game- and karma is a yandere for dinka. And the other karma Is in this game- well umm ya-
all of this story is a wip
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They rented the little beach house - adorably named Shell Cottage - from a young couple who had decided to spend the summer in France. A girls’ beach week seemed like the perfect way to celebrate Padma and Parvati’s birthday, the last of them to turn 25, and have a carefree week before they were all in their “late twenties” - a true horror.
The house was quaint. A bit small, for the six girls, so they had to squeeze two to a bedroom, but none of them really minded that. Lavender and Parvati, as the only couple there, took the master bedroom, Padma shared with Daphne, and Romilda bunked with Pansy. All in all, it was a pretty cozy arrangement for the group of friends.
On the second day of their trip - and the first full day, having spent the day before driving all across England - the girls got up and immediately headed down to the beach. It was a short walk from the house, so they didn’t worry about bringing lunch with them, deciding they would go back when they were hungry. It was a beautifully sunny day, perfect for sunbathing and swimming.
The girls all lay down their towels in the sand and kicked off their shoes, the other four racing off to the water while Parvati and Lavender sprawled out on their towels. Not a morning person, Lavender cozied up to her girlfriend, joining their hands and nuzzling her nose into Parvati’s shoulder.
“You smell nice,” Lavender mumbled happily as Parvati’s deep, onyx hair tickled her cheek. “Happy birthday, ‘Vati.”
“Thank you, my love,” Parvati grinned in reply, tilting her head to kiss Lavender’s temple. “And thank you for putting this whole trip together. I know it’s not exactly your idea of a birthday celebration, but it suits Padma much more than partying.”
“As long as you’re happy,” she answered, blinking her blue eyes sincerely. “I know how much it means to you to celebrate your birthday with your sister. And besides, we went out clubbing for my birthday. Today is about you and Padma.”
Parvati hummed happily and nestled in further, both girls dozing off lightly. It wasn’t until the other girls returned from the water that the two woke up. They sat in a little circle for a while, catching up on each other’s news and talking about what was going on in the world.
“Padma, you’ve been awfully quiet,” Romilda said, suddenly turning her eyes toward Parvati’s twin. “How are things with Anthony?”
“Everything is fine,” Padma answered warily. She wasn’t particularly comfortable sharing the details of her relationship with anyone, except maybe her sister.
“But how is he?” Romilda pressed, raising her eyebrows to try and make Padma understand the meaning beneath her words. “Satisfactory? I’ve always been so… curious about him.”
“It’s always the quiet boys who have more to be proud of than the jocks, isn’t it?” Lavender commented, waggling her eyebrows as she giggled. “I heard from Lisa Turpin that Anthony ought to be very proud.”
Parvati flashed her girlfriend a look of profound irritation, clearly begging her to shut up. Padma’s cheeks flushed a deep umber as she understood the girls’ meaning. She looked to her sister for help, anything to change the topic of conversation as quickly as possible.
“I think I’d like to go for a dip in the water,” Parvati said, smoothly dividing the group. “Anyone want to come with me?”
Padma nodded immediately, getting to her feet, and Lavender followed suit after another commanding look from Parvati. The three girls dashed through the sand to the cool water, splashing in. Parvati immediately dunked beneath the water, feeling its cool caress on her cheeks, and she didn’t realize how flaming hot her skin had been in the sun.
“Thank you,” Padma said as her sister surfaced again, her inky black hair slicked backward by the water.
“Anytime,” Parvati answered, giving her sister a quick hug. “You’re my twin and my best friend, I’m always on your side. And I’m sure Lavender didn’t hear Lisa Turpin saying anything of the sort. You know how she can be with gossip.”
“Oh no, she definitely did,” Padma shrugged. “She told just about anyone who would listen in 6th form, she was just so pleased with herself for having gotten to third base. She wasn’t wrong about him though.”
Parvati gaped at her sister, whose cheeks were once more bright red. It was a startling confession, the likes of which she had never heard from her sister before.
“But I thought you weren’t…?” Parvati asked, intensely curious even though she was normally so careful not to pry into Padma’s romantic life.
“We’re not, not exactly, but we…” she seemed entirely unable to form the words and share details of her relationship. “I know enough, let’s leave it at that, okay?”
“Of course,” Parvati agreed, casting a sly smile toward her sister.
“I think I might go back to the beach now,” Padma said, looking over her shoulder to the shore and toying with the key shaped necklace she wore.
Romilda and Pansy had gone back to Shell Cottage for lunch, leaving Daphne sitting alone in the sand. She had pulled out a book and seemed perfectly content, but Padma wanted to go and keep her friend company all the same. Parvati nodded as her sister waded through the water until she made it back to the beach and watched as she flopped down on her towel next to Daphne.
Lavender had stayed in shallower water, the sea lapping around her tanned thighs. Her periwinkle lace bathing suit looked so beautiful on her, with her dirty blonde braid cascading over her shoulder. Parvati couldn’t help but smile at the sight, her heartbeat stuttering and uneven because of her. Her own ivory bathing suit was far less decorative and elaborate, but she knew that it was Lavender’s favourite. She always said that the way it contrasted against Parvati’s dark skin was divinely sexy. The thought made Parvati smile.
“What are you grinning about?” Lavender asked, wading further into the sea so she could wrap her arms around Parvati’s shoulders.
“I just keep thinking that I have the most wonderful girlfriend,” Parvati gushed. “And that periwinkle is most definitely her color.”
Lavender hummed happily, placing her hands on Parvati’s cheeks and then moving them backwards so her thumbs grazed along her cheekbones and her fingertips could tangle in long ebony locks. Parvati’s hands grabbed onto Lavender’s waist, tugging her closer and crashing their lips together, hips flush as a heat built between them that had nothing to do with the sun overhead.
“Wanna get out of the sun for a little bit?” Parvati asked, giving her girlfriend a positively salacious look.
“You go,” Lavender replied. “I’ll be there in five minutes.”
“Okay,” Parvati replied, kissing her cheek and swimming back toward the shore.
She walked through the shallows, shaking the water out of her long hair. She made her way to where Padma and Daphne were splayed out in the sand, each one holding a book up to block the sun while they read. They were trading idle remarks as they did so, just light banter about the books they were reading and the day and the beach.
“Hey,” Parvati said, interrupting their little chit chat. “I’m going to go get lunch if you two want to come.”
“Sure,” Daphne shrugged, folding down the corner of her page and closing the book.
Padma stood as well, brushing sand from her warm skin. The three girls made their way back to the house to join Pansy and Romilda, leaving Lavender to enjoy the sea just a little bit longer. They climbed up the hill, through the tall grass that nearly hid the beach from view. Just as they were emerging on the other side, a scream pierced the air, shattering Parvati’s heart into pieces.
“Lavender!” she breathed, immediately turning on her heels and vaulting down the hill back toward the beach.
When her toes touched the hot, coarse sand, she could see Lavender fighting against the waves to get away from the ocean. She seemed to be hyperventilating, fear and panic gripping her.
“Lavender! What happened, what’s wrong?” Parvati asked, reaching out and grabbing her girlfriend by the forearms, tugging her closer and supporting her at the same time.
“I was - and it - I almost - could have - the teeth!” Lavender stammered, her fear blinding her and making her unable to finish a thought.
“You need to slow down,” Parvati said, running her hands soothingly up and down her girlfriend’s arms. “Take a breath and tell me what happened.”
“There was a shark!” Lavender shrieked, practically sobbing.
“That’s preposterous,” Padma answered from behind her sister, and Parvati turned to flash her a glare.
“Are you sure it was a shark?” Parvati asked more delicately.
“Of course I’m sure!” Lavender burst, tears building in her eyes. “It bumped me - sharks do that you know! And then I looked down and I could see it swimming away. It was going to come back, I just know it, and it was going to eat me!”
“You can’t possibly know that,” Padma scoffed, earning her another glare.
“Lav, maybe it just realized you’re not food,” Parvati said, trying to offer some reassurance.
“I thought you said this was a good idea!” Lavender cried. “A vacation - fun and sun and relaxation! But of course not, of course we’ll all get eaten by sharks instead!”
Parvati tried to suppress a giggle, reminding herself that as amusing as it sounded, Lavender’s distress was all too real.
“We can still enjoy our vacation,” she said, reaching up to tuck a strand of Lavender’s hair behind her ear. “It was pretty unlikely that we’d see one shark this week, so I think the odds of seeing another must be very low.”
“I...suppose that makes sense,” Lavender acquiesced.
“We can’t let this ruin our trip, right?” Parvati prompted again.
Lavender straightened her shoulders and stood up taller, a defiant expression crossing her face. No, she had planned such a lovely week with her friends, and she wouldn’t let a stupid shark ruin that.
“No, we’re going to have a damn good time,” she said, her eyes sparkling with a mischievous twinkle.
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My Big Family on AO3
https://archiveofourown.org/works/25871098/chapters/62862025
Summary:
Jojo sibling AU
Stands still exits. Jonathan has a slightly stronger version of hermit purple. And to compensate for such a weak stand he and Joseph learned Hamon.
Johnny and Gappy are their cousins who live in America.
Ships in tags
Notes:
Pure cringe. Beware..
Chapter 1
School Sux PT.1Chapter Text
Ships (Minor but exist)
-JonaErina (The only important one)
-Joseph x Suzi Q x Ceaser (Leave me alone)
-JotaKak
-Very minor GioTrish
-Jolyne x Ermes
-GyJo
Jonathan POV
Hi! My name is Jonathan Joestar! A little about my self? Well, I'm 26, I have 4 younger siblings that I take care of since my father is always working. But it's fine I love taking care of them! I have a girlfriend, her name is Erina Pendleton and I'm planning to propose to her soon! Please don't tell her that, or any of my bothers, I don't want them to roast me for being a softy again.
Even though I am the oldest I can't be there some times, so when I'm not there my brother Joseph is in charge. But Joseph sometimes can be... How can I say this without sounding rude? Stupid? Immature? Idiotic? Well, yes to all of those.
Since Joseph can be a bit dumb at times, dad gives responsibly to Jotaro. He's pretty chill but sometimes can come off as rude. It's all a fake though, he loves marine life (especially dolphins lol) and when he was ten he told me he wanted to be a Marine Biologist! So in short, he's a dork.
Then there's Josuke and Jolyne the twins. There the youngest in the family. Josuke is the oldest by a few minutes. He's a goofball but can be serious if needed. Like if someone insults his hair he could go as some might say, Apeshit.
Jolyne, our only sister. Her personality is much like Jotaro. She just says whatever she wants, whenever she wants. I can't really say much about her since I'm being blackmailed by her and Jotaro. They're so alike it's scary.
I know I said I only had 4 siblings but there's another I didn't mention. 3 years before Joseph was born my father adopted a "friend" of his's son, Dio Brando. Dio was, excuse my language, a dick ever since we were kids. He ran over my dog Danny with one of his "friends" cars. As soon as Dio turned 18 he moved to Italy to become a lawyer. But that wasn't the last time I saw him.
While in Italy Dio, had a child with a woman he didn't even know. That woman neglected her son and allowed her husband to abuse him.
"She would leave days at a time and leave little food for him." I looked at the toddler sleeping in his arms, he had black hair and a cute bowl cut. "He's only a kid, he can't survive like that," Dio said to me.
"..."
"I can't let him have the same childhood as me." he looked dead into my eyes. I finally understood where he was coming from torturing me all these years.
"..." I stayed quiet.
"But I'm not taking care of this kid."
And now he lives with us! His name is Giorno Giovanna-Brando-Joestar. He is only a year younger then Josuke and Jolnye. And that's my family!
And remember when I said my dad works a lot, that was a lie...
He died on Jotaro's 11th birthday. He and my stepmother were hit by a drunk driver. Jotaro blames himself for the crash. It's not his fault though, he had no control over it. He was only a kid. I'm sorry to drop this on you now but with my father's death made me like a father figure to them. Dad would be proud.
Ages,
Jonathan- 26
Johnny- 22
Joseph- 20
Jo2uke- 19
Jotaro- 17
Josuke- 16
Jolyne- 16
Giorno- 15
Narrator POV
Jonathan woke up first as normal and recapped his schedule,
Ok, so I have to make breakfast, Make sure they're ready for school, go to work, and meet up with Erina, and? What else do I have to do? ...Oh yeah! Take away Joseph's phone for getting arrested yesterday! Next time he should, you know, not try and run over his WHEELCHAIR BOND COUSIN! Goodness, I got angry again, sorry about that.
Jonathan arose from his bed and began his morning routine. He showered, washed his face, brushed his teeth, and got ready for the day.
He then started to make breakfast for his big family.
Joseph likes bacon with coffee.
Jotaro likes toast with coffee.
Josuke likes eggs with juice.
Jolyne likes yogurt with coffee.
And Giorno likes vegan pancakes with tea.
Oh yeah, Johnny, and Gappy and/or Jo2uke are staying with us! I wonder what they want? I'll just make them eggs.
A door opens from upstairs. Giorno walks out from his room to the bathroom to get ready for school. He liked waking up before the rest of his family.
When Giorno was done getting ready he walked down the stairs, and greeted Jonathan as he sat down.
"Good Morning, Jonathan."
"Good Morning! Did you sleep well?" Jonathan asked.
"Yeah, I think s-" He was cut off by a door slamming shut. Very loudly.
"Must be Jotaro. Jolyne must have gotten in the bathroom first." Giorno commented.
Jonathan laughed. "I guess so."
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"Good Morning, retards!" Jolyne came prancing down the stairs.
"Jolyne, that isn't nice," Jonathan said sternly.
"You're right, Joseph isn't here right now." she sat down. Jonathan sighed. saying nothing back to her, defeated.
"Where is Joseph anyway?" Giorno asks.
Jonathan scoffs, "I told him to be awake at 6:00 sharp."
"Why 6:00?" Jolyne asked
"That's his punishment for trying to run over Johnny yesterday."
"Ohh yeah! I remember now!"
"Your next line will be, 'The things he'll do for 20 bucks,'!" a voice from inside the pantry spoke.
"The things he'll do for 20 bucks- JOSEPH!" Jolyne yelled.
Joseph popped out of the pantry fully dressed and looking proud.
"I've been up since 4 am!" he said proudly.
"Did you have another nightmare?" Jotaro said sarcastically walking down the stairs.
"Yes actually, Ocean Man!"
"What did you say?" Jotaro asked sternly. Even though Joseph was 3 years older than him they were about the same size.
"He called you, OCEAN. MAN! O-C-E-A-N M-A-N!" Josuke called from the upstairs bathroom.
"Fuck off." Jotaro sat down. "Langage, Jotaro!" Jonathan told him.
"Joot, you seem more pissy than usual, are you on your period?" Jolyne asked smugly.
"Jolyne, I'm not in a good mood and I want you to know I will not hesitate to choke you out and then feed it to your simp."
"Anasui is not a simp!" Jolyne defended.
"Funny, how you knew who I was talking about without saying his name."
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"Have fun at school!" Jonathan yelled at his younger siblings.
"Yeah, fun and school don't mix well," Jolyne yelled back.
Joseph usually carpools with Ceasar and Smokey. Jotaro drives him and his friends to school with Jonathan's car. (Jonathan drives there dads car to work). Jolyne caught a ride with her girlfriend Ermes. Josuke walked with his friends Okuyasu and Koichi. And Giorno either walked by himself or ride with his older friend Bruno, today he was alone with his thoughts.
Joseph POV
"Ugh, collage sucks!" I groaned. "Suck it up buttercup It's only the beginning of the year," Ceasar said, reading a book.
Asshole.
We were in the library supposed to be studying but I got a bit distracted. See Suzi Q was also in the library, by herself. Nobody around her, the perfect opportunity to ask her out, but this blonde bubble-blowing bitc-
"Stop staring at Suzi, it's starting to get creeping now," Ceasar said still looking at the book.
"And why should I?"
"1. We should be studying, and 2. Your so small no girl wants to date you." that asshole wrote something in his notebook.
I. Was. Annoyed to say the least. I mean it's true, BUT YOU DON'T SAY IT! So I did the only rational thing, put him in a headlock.
Good thing the library was empty except for a couple of people who were used to our bullshit by now.
"WHAT ARE YOU DOING YOU BUFFOON!?" Ceasar said, or at least tried too.
Ha, get rekt, bitch.
Jotaro POV
"Ugh, I hate school."
"Can you stop being edgy for 5 seconds?" Polnareff asked.
Dick,
"Can you guys stop arguing and actually help!" Avdol said while he was doing the science assignment, I don't know why. Fucken dork.
"Kakyoin is literally sleeping!" Polnareff wined.
"Kakyoin has had a long day."
"Yeah... what are we talking about?"
"So, sleeping beauty is finally up," I say.
"I know you meant that as an insult but I'm taking it as a compliment, Aurora was fabulous!" Kak laughed like the maniacal little gay shit he is.
"Aww, you guys are so cute!"
"Polnareff focus on the experiment!-" the test tube cut him off, by exploding.
"..."
"Finally something exciting," I said because it was fucking epic.
"I mean this would not have happened Joot and Kak weren't flirting with each other."
"Wtf."
Josuke POV
"Math is hardddddd."
"It's not that hard, Oku."
"Bullshit."
"Okuyasu, you should probably pay attention to my lesson instead of complaining." our math and gym/Hamon teacher Lisa-Lisa said to my friend Okuyasu, and trust me no one wants to get on her bad side, the last person to do that was Joseph, he still has nightmares, and he graduated.
"Yes, Josuke?"
"Is this going to be on the test?" I ask so I could know what to remember.
"Most of it will. But if you're asking me if you should listen in class or not, the answer is yes." it felt like she stared into my soul at that list part.
The bell rang
Lunch finally! Freedom at last!
"Your homework is to study for the quiz I'm giving you on an undisclosed date!"
Giorno POV
I walk over to bleachers outside of school where my friends (And Abbacchio) usually eat.
"Hey, guys." I quietly say. Right now there is only, Bruno, Abbacchio, Mista, and... Trish. Anyways as soon as Fugo and Narancia get here the peace will be ruined. Right now Bruno was talking to Mista and Trish about some party this Friday, and Abbacchio was on his phone with headphones on.
"Hello Giorno, how was your morning," Bruno asked.
"Eh, it was fine. Jolyne almost got ORAed."
"What else is new," Trish said drinking her mineral water. Wow shes really pretty, what?
"SUP BITCHES!" Narancia ran up to the bleachers with Fugo following behind him, sighing. Well, that was fun while it lasted.
#jjba#jojo's bizzare adventure vento aureo#jojo's bizzare adventure stone ocean#JoJo's Bizarre Adventure#ships#jjba ships#cringe#dinopants
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Night ride | Ethan Dolan
My very first Ethan imagine inspired by the concept I got✨
‘Let’s take a ride somewhere.’
Your phone lit up with message from Ethan. Needed to say that it was 1AM and you were laying in your bed in your PJ’s.
‘U serious???’
‘Yeah can’t sleep, Grayson’s deadly asleep and m’bored.’
‘u r crazy aren’t u’
‘’ll be there in ten ;)’
“Oh my god who am I friends with.” You said out loud to yourself while climbing out of your bed. As it was said, you had only your sleeping shorts and t-shirt on, but it was just Ethan so why changing into something normal? He’s not just Ethan. He’s the guy you met nearly year ago at some workshop for editing and directing. He was there with Grayson, they wanted to improve their videos and you wanted more than just your college classes. Long story short, he bumped into your camera and it fell on the floor, you both went to pick it up and boom, there you are with the twins being one of your closest friends. You love Gray for sure, but there’s always been something more about Ethan. We all know how extra he can be and he’s for sure extra when you’re around. But not extra like we can see in videos, but more like shy but also extra you know? He tries to be funny when you’re around, but in a cute way, not to look silly. But you love when he’s silly. He’s one of the funniest people you have ever met and having sleepovers at the Dolan place is one of your favourite things to do.
He knew, you knew and everyone knew that you could never say no to him, even if it was 1AM and he would like to go for a ride. So here you are, standing at your door waiting for him to text you he’s down.
You didn’t change your outfit, you just took an old sweatshirt out of your closet, put your sneakers on and put your hair in bun.
‘I am here’ you read on your phone, locked the door and headed outside.
It was chill night in LA, just right for the sweatshirt you brought. He was waiting in his jeep right in front of the complex you lived in and waiting for you to jump in.
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
He was wearing a red shorts, typical, and black sweatshirt. His eyes were sleepy and hair messy. Proof of that he tried to sleep.
“So where are you taking me at this time Dolan?” You put your seatbelt on and turned to look at him.
“I have no idea, but I know you like night drives so we’re just going to drive out of town somewhere I guess?” he lifted one of his eyebrows as if he was asking for approval.
“Okay, sounds good.”
He started the car and you begin your night trip.
He had music on, probably his spotify playlist which you weren’t fan of, because if there is something you and the twins have not the same taste in, it’s music. You can agree here and there, but most of the times it’s rock, paper and scissors to decide who’s going to be DJ that time.
And when this song you really hate from the bottom of your heart comes on, Ethan simply says “You can change it if you want. Put your playlist on or something.”
He said it quietly. No one is used to Ethan talking in this tone. It seemed like the problem with falling asleep wasn’t the only thing that bothered him.
“Okay.” You said in a quite tone too. You could sense he’s sad. Or mad? Angry? Tired? You didn’t know exactly, but you wanted to figure it out so you could help him to get in better mood.
“How was your day?” You started with simple question as the first song of your playlist started.
“Good. Yours?”
“Fine. I had some classes, then I had lunch with Bella. Do you remember how I told you she’s dating that stupid football player and how did I say he’s going to break her heart? Guess what happened.” You turned around to see his facial expression or something at least similar to smile. And he did. He did at least tried to smile, but you knew that if you wouldn’t be looking at him he wouldn’t even do that.
“Nevermind, I had to deal with her crying for like two hours, don’t want to talk about all of that again. What about Gray? Did he got the new tattoo he was talking about?”
“Yeah yesterday.”
“Cool.” After that you both went to silence. Even without talking you could sense something is not right. You really wanted to talk with him, to ask him about his day, how’s Lisa doing, when they are going to visit New Jersey and many other things. So you tried again. But what you got? One word answers.
“Okay Ethan, what’s up?”
“What are you talking about?”
“I can feel something is up with you, why don’t you talk to me. If you wanted to have silent ride you could just go by yourself.”
“I’m sorry Y/N. I’m not in the mood really.”
“Yeah I can see.” You crossed your arms on your chest and looked out of your window.
“Where are we going?” you asked.
“There should be an caffee opened nonstop in like thirty minutes.”
“Okay.”
You drove for another ten minutes, but still couldn’t let it go of your mind.
“Ethan if something is bothering you, you can always talk to me you know that right?”
“Yes.”
“So please just don’t keep it to yourself. Whatever it is saying it loud could help you.”
Another silence as an answer. Another ten minutes of driving. Until your favourite song came up.
Well, I will call you darlin' and everything will be okay.
'Cause I know that I am yours and you are mine.
Doesn't matter anyway.
In the night, we'll take a walk, it's nothin' funny.
Just to talk.
The last sentence expressed how you were feeling. You wanted just to talk. You wanted Ethan to tell you everything what’s on his mind until you both couldn’t talk anymore.
Put your hand in mine,
you know that I want to be with you all the time.
You know that I won't stop until I make you mine.
You know that I won't stop until I make you mine,
until I make you mine.
You silently singed under your nose. You thought Ethan couldn’t hear you, but he could and it just made everything harder for him.
Well, I have called you darlin' and I'll say it again, again.
So kiss me 'til I'm sorry, babe, that you are gone and I'm a mess.
And I'll hurt you and you'll hurt me and we'll say things we can't repeat.
You thought about the lyrics. You and Ethan had called each other pet names many times. ‘Oh darling what would you like for breakfast today?’ you smiled about this memory, when you slept over their place and the night before you and Grayson made bet about Ethan making you both breakfast. Grayson said he won’t, you said he will. And you won. Until that morning every time you or him were making breakfast you used this phrase. Every time he called you darling, it felt like something inside you erupted but you didn’t know what. You didn’t know what you were feeling towards this boy sitting next to you at all.
“Okay fuck it.” You heard Ethan said and it made you wake up from your little day dreaming. He suddenly pulled to the side and stopped the jeep. Turned the radio down and turned towards you.
“You want to know what’s on my mind? You. You are always in my head and that’s why I couldn’t sleep tonight. And this song, this stupid song. I know how much you love it and I hate it because it tells exactly how I am feeling. I have called you darling so many times that it drives me crazy you don’t take it seriously. Did you never notice me staring at you?” he asked and looked right into your eyes and slowly reached for your hand.
“I can’t be this way anymore. I understand if you don’t feel the same, but I need to let it go from my heart. I need you to know that. That I love your sense of humour, your directing and editing skills, your cooking skills, how talking to you when I can’t sleep can suddenly make me sleepy, how you look when you can’t take the shot you really want. I love when you sing and dance even if you are really bad at it.” After all those things he said he wasn’t looking sad anymore, he was smiling and his eyes were shining. Needed to say that you were in shock. You didn’t expect this at all when he texted you if you want to go for a ride.
“So what am I trying to say is that I am in love with you. I love you Y/N.” After those last words you were speechless. Your confusion about what you feel towards this boy that just let his heart out to you became more clear. You were pretty sure that you felt pretty similiar feelings for him.
“I, Ethan, I don’t know what to say I didn’t expected this at all.” His eyes lost some of the little starts in them when you said this. His hand slowly lost the grip on yours.
“No no no wait.” You reached for his hand back and took it into both of yours.
“I am not saying I don’t feel the same I just wasn’t prepared to share it with you like right now you know?”
“You don’t have to feel the same way Y/N, I just wanted to finally tell you.” He whispered.
“I know.” You rested one of your hands on his cheek and leaned until you foreheads were touching.
“I am not going to lie it’s hard for me to express what I am feeling. But I like you. I like you too much that I think I am in love with you.” You paused your little speech as you felt his lips brush over yours.
“Can I kiss you?” he did this little gesture that made you smile. He asked, because he wasn’t sure if you really love him or if you just said it so he wouldn’t feel embarassed. It made you smile. So with this lovely smile you nodded your head yes and leaned in.
You could feel the fireworks going through you body. After the kiss you rested foreheads against each other and you could see the biggest smile on his face. Finally.
“I love you Ethan.”
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