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lovelyhan · 2 years ago

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Okay, you still have a spot. Great. I thought they'd be filled so, I didn't send anything lmao. Insomnia has its perks.

This is deeply self-indulgent and I'd love more Hao from you. So, hear me out, Minghao with a breeding kink. I feel like it doesn't get enough attention especially given how much that man gravitates towards babies lol. Like he and Reader visit Cheol's and see him with his new baby and, Hao's like oh, wait a minute. I think this is making me feel some type of way.

— terrified ⟢

minghao has a knack for keeping the things you tell him in mind. from your favorite brand of wine to how the idea of bearing children terrifies you—he remembers all of it. so your husband is in a bit of a crisis when he realizes that this newfound desire to start a family kind of clashes with something you trusted him to respect.

★ FEATURING; minghao x f!reader

★ WORD COUNT; 4.4k words

★ TAGS; idolverse, established relationship, hao trying (and failing) to play it cool about the wanting-to-be-a-father thing, brief discussion abt family planning, this is only a little sad bc hao has overthinkeritis, smut (MINORS DNI!)

★ WARNINGS; mentions of pregnancy and childbirth but nothing too graphic

★ NOTES; i scheduled to post this when it hit exactly 12 midnight in rj's timezone just in time for her birthday :> (pls look away if i got the schedule wrong,,,) i'm not really back yet bcs this is a queued post, but happy birthday, beloved. i love you more than i can say directly, so i decided to just write a fic for you instead! hopefully, i can come back and torment you with every other seventeen member BUT cheol soon :3c

★ SMUT TAGS; unprotected sex, breeding kink, creampie, multiple rounds, mating press, hao is just really feral in this yk

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★ MINGHAO TAGLIST; @haoxiaoba - @jeonride - @coffeestay - @hyvnae

In the height of his career as an idol, Xu Minghao filmed a certain piece of content where he was asked a normal question to which he responded with a slightly controversial answer.

"How many kids do you want in the future?"

"Oh, It's not me who'll give birth, so I can't be the one to decide."

It's a response that made waves on the Internet during the week the video was first posted—a reaction from both fans and casual netizens alike that Minghao definitely did not anticipate that he would receive when they packed up the set several months prior.

It's pretty much the logical answer, isn't it? Sure, he'd love to have kids someday, but the quantity isn't something he should decide on without his non-existent partner's input.

Minghao learns further down the road, when he finally meets and eventually gets together with you, that the number of children isn't the only thing that a couple should mutually agree on.

"I don't really want to have kids..."

You tell him this during a spontaneous date he deigned to take you out on. He just came back from a tour packed with a long list of stops and even if he should probably catch up on some sleep, he opted to have a picnic with you at the park because of how much he missed you.

Your cheeks are stuffed with a few bites of pie, thoughtfully chewing as you wait for Minghao's response to your sudden confession. If he didn't know you as well as he does, he wouldn't have sensed the waves of anxiety rolling off of you in waves—as if you're waiting for him to get mad at you for simply being honest.

Mingao heaves a quiet sigh before he pulls you into his chest—a tiny squeak caught in your throat after swallowing your food.

"Hey, that doesn't make me love you any less," he murmurs, pressing his lips on top of your head. "I know bearing children can be terrifying and painful, so I completely understand."

For a moment, your brow dips, a soft frown tugging at your lips. "I-It's not that I'm terrified... Okay, maybe a little. But—"

Minghao promptly silences your protests with a firm kiss on your lips—one that you find yourself easily melting into given the time and distance that's separated you until this moment. He smiles against your mouth, glad that you can be honest with him about things like this.

"No buts, if you don't want to have kids, that's alright," he murmurs before pulling away. "Maybe we can just get a dog. You're already close with Mingyu, aren't you?"

That makes you snicker. "You're so mean."

It's a brief exchange that Minghao doesn't really think about again for several years. After all, his career as an idol was at an all-time high. As much as he wants to settle down with you and start the next phase of his life, he's certain that he shouldn't step out of the limelight just yet.

But it doesn't take long for time to catch up with him.

One by one, his brothers are off to fulfill their mandatory service and the group's activities are at a momentary standstill. Those who were left behind go their separate ways for a while—Joshua expanding his solo promotions in the US and Jun taking up more brand sponsorships in China.

Minghao chose to stay in Seoul mostly for your sake, and the fact that this city is the only common ground between him and the rest of the boys. When Vernon and Seungkwan enlisted together, it was around the time that Seungcheol and Jeonghan came back with overgrown buzzcuts, while Joshua landed in Incheon for the first time in two years.

It was also the time when you and Minghao got married.

The event was celebrated among close friends and family with only a brief news article about the marriage of SEVENTEEN's The8 allowed by the company to circulate for a while. They did a good job at keeping things hush hush, and Minghao thinks it's only because it's been more than a decade since his debut that they're being so lenient.

But even if they weren't, nothing would stop Xu Minghao from making you his wife either way.

It takes a few more years for all thirteen of them to get back together again, but when they do, the first thing that Seungcheol does is invite everybody to his daughter's first birthday.

Minghao has met baby Suri a handful of times in the past. Seungcheol's wife visits them at the company from time to time, wheeling Suri's stroller into the practice room as her uncles all fawn over her until she's crying. For some reason, the only people the infant seems to tolerate are Jun and Seokmin.

It's pretty much the same scene during the party. Seokmin and Jun are the only ones allowed within a one-meter radius from Seungcheol's baby girl to prevent an incurable crying episode in the middle of the celebration. Soonyoung was not happy with the fact that he can't personally give Suri the little tiger plush he got for her, but Minghao thinks it's for the best.

But then, as everyone was finishing up with dinner, he saw you walk up to Seungcheol's wife with a familiar sparkle in your eyes. You're staring at Suri who's all dressed up for her party with a look of endearment—nearly gushing with how animatedly you're speaking with her mother.

Minghao doesn't think much of it. You and her have always gotten along for as long as he can remember.

What does catch him completely off-guard, however, is the fact that Suri is being handed into your arms and you let it all happen without much of a fuss.

Chan was in the middle of telling him about this martial arts move that he'd wanted to choreograph into a dance but as much as he wants to give the younger man advice, his gaze is completely glued to the sight of you with Suri in cradled against your chest.

It's one thing to see a woman holding a baby. It's another to see his wife do the same thing.

"Hao, look!" You quickly call him over when you catch his eyes in the crowd. "Suri thinks I'm worthy! It's been five minutes since her mom handed her over and she's still not crying."

The sight is so adorable that Minghao abruptly excuses himself from his conversation with Chan to rush towards you with clipped strides. His heart thunders inside his chest as you visibly dote on Seungcheol's daughter, and he isn't sure if he wants to give the feeling a name.

It eventually fades into a barely there throb in his chest when he drives back home for the evening. You quickly fill the silence with your attempts at looking at some properties in this newly opened residential area near the freeway and as always, your husband lends a willing ear.

"It's a little far from your company building, but it's much more spacious than our apartment right now," you chuckle, face alight with the glow of your screen as you scroll through the property's details on your phone.

Minghao hums before pulling over at a red light. "Hm? Isn't our place alright as it is? Why would we need the extra space?"

He half-expected you to answer with something along the lines of, so I can have more space to keep my book collection in or so you can have enough room to practice at home if you want to.

But all you do is let out an uneasy laugh, locking your phone before depositing it in the cupholder on the middle console.

"Y-Yeah, you're right. That was a bit silly of me."

The next time Minghao unwittingly makes the connection with you and the prospect of having kids is when Seungkwan's nephews are in Seoul for a couple of weeks.

While he and his sister are off to run errands every now and again, they typically ask Jun to watch over the kids because out of all the members, he's definitely the only one who can be trusted around children. Even more than those who are actual fathers.

But it just so happens that Jun is all the way in Shanghai to shoot for a historical drama, and for some reason, Seungkwan thought it would be a good idea to drop his nephews off at Minghao's doorstep.

"You're pretty decent with kids and your wife can take care of anything," Seungkwan praises while he ushers four year-old Hanjun into the room and eight month-old Jiren into your arms. "We'll be back for them after lunch!"

It's just as Seungkwan said though: Minghao is pretty decent with kids and you can take care of anything.

While waiting for lunch to cook in the kitchen, you both do your part in entertaining the children—Minghao pointing out different shapes and animals in the picture book from Hanjun's backpack while you quietly feed Jiren the baby formula that Seungkwan's sister prepared in advance.

So distracted with the sight of your soft gaze transfixed on the baby in your arms, Minghao barely notices it when the soup he's prepared starts to overflow from the pot. You scold him for being so distracted before he shuffles into the kitchen with his tail between his legs.

As he salvages what's left of the soup, Minghao tries to pull himself together. Sure, it's been a few years since you two tied the knot, but you made it clear years ago that children wasn't on the table when it comes to the two of you.

It's something that you both agreed on even before marriage, and Minghao isn't about to break your trust by saying he suddenly wants kids all because seeing them in your arms makes his brain short-circuit. He has more tact than that.

"Is it just me or are you acting a little weird?"

For some reason, you choose later that evening to corner him in the quiet of your bedroom. Minghao was just getting ready to sleep when you turned to face him with a frown.

"Weird how?" he wonders, praying that you wouldn't single him out like you probably will.

"I don't know, you were looking at me funny when I was giving Jiren his formula," you point out. "You only do that when you want something from me."

Your words make him sigh. Of course his wife would catch onto every nuance of his actions—even from his stare alone.

"And what do you think it is that I want?"

"Xu Minghao, we're already married. Cut the games and just tell me what's on your mind."

God, he really couldn't love you any more than he does now.

It takes several minutes, but you and your husband eventually migrate to the living room—cups of hot chocolate in hand as you patiently wait for Minghao to open up about something he's been keeping to himself for a while now.

He's rightfully nervous—hands clammy around the ceramic of the mug that matches yours. It's Game of Thrones-themed with a dragon's neck acting as a handle. You kept insisting at the souvenir shop that its selling point was the unique design, but Minghao was pretty sure you were excited by the fact that the printed text changes color depending on the drink's temperature.

With that memory suddenly drifting into his mind, the tension ebbs from his shoulders. Though he tends to forget, you're the last person who'll condemn him for what he's about to say to you.

"I've been thinking of starting a family with you," he admits—hitting his point straight to the roots. "But... I always brushed it aside because I know how you feel about kids. I don't want to force you into something you don't want."

It's in times like this where silence is more deafening than actual noise. It rings in Minghao's ears as you watch the steam rise from your mug and your husband lets himself stew in his anticipation, wondering how you'll choose to respond to his honesty.

Will you laugh at him? Will you be angry with him? It's a subject that the two of you rarely broach with each other, so he isn't quite sure how to handle whatever reaction you'll grace him with.

What Minghao never would've expected, however, is for you to crack him a relieved smile.

"Me? I thought you didn't want kids because having one would be detrimental to your career," you chuckle, taking the first few sips from your hot chocolate. "And you always kinda shrugged it off whenever I tried to ease the topic into the conversation."

"I did?" Your husband scowls. "When did I do that?"

"After Suri's birthday party? When I was showing you a couple of new houses?"

Oh. Oh.

"Shit," Minghao mutters, embarrassed. "I almost forgot about that. I'm sorry, love. It didn't occur to me because you said that you didn't want to have kids—"

"One time," you interject with a groan. "That was one time, Hao. God, can't a woman change her mind about wanting kids with her husband?"

He blinks. "But you said you'd be terrified."

"No, you said I'd be terrified. As an educated guess and to some extent, you're right. But it's not the having-a-kid part or the childbirth part that terrifies me, Hao." You let yourself breathe for a couple of seconds and it comes out shaky. Minghao has to resist the urge to reach out to embrace you.

"What terrifies me is becoming a mother."

The silence of the living room thickens when you say the words and Minghao feels his chest flutter with that same feeling from the first time he saw you cradling Seungcheol's daughter in your arms. Despite the questions swimming inside his head, your husband keeps his silence and lets you continue.

"Like, yeah, the pregnancy is going to be hell and god knows whether I'll even be alive after giving birth, but..." You hesitate, refusing to meet Minghao's eyes for reasons that elude him.

"Raising a child so they would grow up to become a good person is even more daunting to me... What if I accidentally teach them something wrong? What if they end up hating me because I can't keep up with whatever trends kids would come up with in a few years? What if they love you more than they love me?"

Minghao laughs airily. "Is that last part really a necessary measure?"

"It is," you insist before breathing out a laugh of your own. "Urgh, you get the point! It's just that... I'm not against having kids, but the responsibility that comes with raising one overwhelms me whenever I think about it."

"You know you're not in it alone, right? I'm your husband. Of course I'll be here to support you however I can," Minghao sighs before finishing the rest of his drink. "Whether you want kids or not, I'll go with either choice because I want what you want, yeah?"

"Yeah. I do know that. I think I've always known, but at the same time, I didn't want to tie you down," you murmur, tracing the handle of your mug with a small pout. "If we have a kid together, they might take up the time meant for your schedules. I never want to burden you like that..."

Your husband sets down his mug on the coffee table, carding his fingers through his hair with a disbelieving sigh. You were starting to fear that you might've annoyed him by accident, but when Minghao leans closer so that your eyes are leveled, you realize that is far from the case.

"Baby, our wedding rings are literally tattoos," he reminds you while reaching for your hand—pressing the inked fingers together. "I'm as tied down as I can be and you've never heard a peep out of me after all this time, yeah? So don't you ever think you or our future kids would be burdens to me."

Playfully, you raise an eyebrow at him. "Kids? Plural?"

"Hey, like I said—"

"Yeah, yeah, you want what I want," you interrupt with a roll of your eyes. "I get it Hao, you're a gentleman. But what if I told you I want you to fuck me on this couch right now and give me your kids?"

The wording is so crass that it could only be seen as a joke, except the reaction it incites from Minghao is leagues more intense than a mere joke would. The mental image injects a rush of corrosive want straight into his bloodstream and Minghao swears it makes him a little lightheaded.

Your husband lets out a shuddering sigh. quickly lunging after you to pluck the mug out of your grasp and safely place it on top of the coffee table. When you look up at him so prettily as he cages you on the couch, the sight makes his cock twitch with anticipation.

"Then I want that, too."

Logically speaking, you and Minghao can't just flip the switch and go into full babymaking mode after a heartfelt conversation and a bunch of impulsive decisions.

For one, you were still on birth control. It would take some time to wean yourself off it and you'd have to ask your doctor if it was safe to stop taking the pills at this point in your life.

Next was that Minghao and the rest of the guys are going to be preoccupied with their latest album—one where all thirteen men are back together after years of being separated. It'll go on for a couple of months and maybe a year if he's going to take their tour schedules into account.

And because he doesn't want to be absent in any milestone during your hypothesized child's life, you and your husband mutually decided not to actively try for a kid just yet.

But that doesn't mean you can't pretend.

"Fuck, baby, your cunt's gripping me so tight," Minghao groans, nearly hissing as he slides his cock against the velvety heat of your walls. "You want my load in you, pretty? You want to me to pump you full until it's dripping out of your pretty pussy?"

With coherence having long left your mind, you arch your back even higher as your husband continues to plough you into the mattress. "Y-Yes, yes yes! Hao, feels s-so fucking good!"

He chortles quietly and even with your cheek pressed against the sheets, you can still picture the smirk plastered on his face. "Pretty baby's in love with my cock. You just can't get enough of me, can you?"

"More," you whimper, the muscles of your pussy tightening around his length as he plunges in and out of your sopping entrance. "W-Want more, Hao. Need you to fuck me harder..."

Your husband is quick to comply with your wishes, gathering your hair with one hand while keeping your hips in place with the other. Minghao slams his hips brutally against yours, making stars dance in the seams of your vision as the head of his fat cock bullies its way into your leaking hole.

He's so deep, you can feel him prying your cervix open with a promise that you'll be filled to the brim if you behave tonight. And with all those years of being a professional dancer under his belt, it's no surprise that he's got enough stamina to wreck you more times than you can handle.

The first orgasm blindsides you completely. He'd just been whispering both sweet and filthy nothings into your ear when it washes over you like a tidal wave—inevitable, inescapable.

(Doing so fucking good for me, love. Taking my cock like a good, good wife. You'll take my cum just as well, won't you? Keep it inside so it'll take and you'll be swollen with my child. Then everybody will know you're mine.)

The second time it happens is mere seconds after Minghao's own orgasm. His thrusts have started to lose their practiced cadence and even if you've been in this situation countless times before, the euphoria that sings in your veins makes it feel like the first time all over again.

Minghao's cock twitches before his cum spurts in thick ropes inside your tight cunt—filling you with a warm sensation that has you biting down his neck to stifle your moans. The motion of his hips slows to a crawl as Minghao feels you clamp down on his length. Your pussy gushes around him with a delicious grip that brings him dangerously close to another orgasm with how good you feel around him.

"Fuck, baby," he swears, voice still hoarse with need despite the fact that he's fucking you into overflowing. "I love you. There's no one else I'd want to have a family with."

"T-There better not be," you say cheekily before Minghao is flipping you around so that you're lying on your back. The sensation of his cum dripping out of your ruined pussy makes your skin tingle with excitement, and the fact that his ravenous gaze is trained on your body isn't lost on you.

"Be a good wife for me and hold your thighs up," he whispers lowly and it takes you mere seconds to comply. "That's my girl."

You preen at his praise—no matter how pathetic it would make you seem. After all, if there's anyone who get reduced you into a cockdrunk mess, it's most certainly your husband.

Minghao doesn't waste any more time, he pumps his cock into full hardness for a few moments—refractory period be damned—before gliding the head of his cock against your slit. Your thighs twitch every time be brushes against your clit, making you cry out with desperation as he gloats at your misery.

"Minghao," you beg, trying your best to hold your thighs up just like he asked all while he's taking his sweet time admiring your pussy. "Fuck me more. Want you to fill me up even more."

"Needy little thing," he chuckles. "You want my kids that badly? If I fuck you too much, you might actually get pregnant, love."

"Don't care," you practically sob. "I want it. I want you. All of you—even your kids."

Fuck. He really, really fucking loves you.

Minghao needs little encouragement after that, gripping his cock tightly as he guides himself back inside you.

The new position makes it easier for your husband to pound into you—the weight of his thrusts pressing you into the bed with enough intensity to make the wooden enforcements of your bed groan from the effort he's exerting. He splits you open on his cock, spreading your folded thighs as far as he can as he drills inside of you with the promise of another load.

"So pretty and pliant for me," he whispers, pressing a soft kiss on your nose all while the squelch of your cunt with each pass of his cock echoes in the bedroom. "My perfect wife. You'll let me breed this pussy once all's said and done, won't you?"

You nod all too eagerly. "Yes, Hao! I'll let you use my pussy however you want. Just please make me come again!"

"So demanding," your husband sighs with a wicked smile as one of his hands trails between your legs. "Hold those thighs nice and open for me, love. You'll feel even better soon."

"W-Wait, I—"

Your protests quickly melt into a hiss of pleasure when Minghao applies ample pressure on your clit—lathering his fingers with your slick before tracing tight circles around the sensitive nub.

He knows you so well, been with you for so long, that Minghao already knows the ins and outs of your body. Your husband claims that making you come undone with his own fingers is a practiced art and that he'll never forget about it until the day he does.

So it's no surprise how quickly Minghao manages to make you unravel at the seams when he couples his intense thrusts with the added stimulus to your clit. You're creaming around his cock in no time—muffling your cries in the crook of your lover's neck as he fucks into you with the intention of filling you up even more.

"I love you," Minghao rasps as he tucks your head beneath his chin, pinpointing the height of his own pleasure. "I'll want no one else but you, baby. No one."

Shakily, through a haze of delirium, you manage to say, "I-I love you too, Hao. I'll always be yours as long as—f-fuck—you'll always be mine."

You twitch violently beneath the weight of Minghao's body and the sight of you so fucked dumb on his cock eventually pushes him over the edge. Your husband comes with a sharp breath, his white hot cum gushing into your pussy until it drips onto the sheets.

It's only when you've come down from that post-coital high that you realize Minghao is looking at you as if you hung up all the stars in the sky. You respond with a weak smack against his chest.

"Don't look at me like that," you grumble weakly. "I might think you're in love with me."

"Y/N, we're already married."

"I don't see how that's a problem."

As Minghao does the honors of cleaning you up after roughing you up all evening, you quickly realize that, really, there's no reason to be terrified at all.

Not when your husband will be by your side every step of the way.

⟢ end notes: i wrote this in a haze so if there are any technical writing errors, i implore you to just ignore them for my sake <3 happy birthday again to my soulmate, rj! i hope you enjoy your day to the fullest and i also hope you like this gift i wrote for you hehe ^\\\^ like hao to the reader, i'll always be w you every step of the way (i'm just a lil busy rn, so i hope you forgive me !!)

#seventeen smut #the8 smut #minghao smut #svthub #minghao x reader #seventeen fanfic #the8 x reader #full length fic 📚#lovelyhan #💭 request #💘 mutuals #rj 🍷#q: i always need queue 🐇

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miupow · 11 months ago

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which txt members do u think would last the longest?

(congrats on 1.5k lia 🫶🫶)

-🐇

teehee thank you bunnie~~ <33

LONGEST

yeonjun -> stamina of a god. three positions in two hours. won’t let himself cum until u have, until ur begging for his cum lol and will go again and again until ur crying !! says “think you can handle me?” during the talking stage but he’s being 100% serious

taehyun -> total pleasure top so he won’t even think about his own orgasm til you’ve been thoroughly pleased hehe >< sub or dom he’s always completely focused on making you feel good n won’t stop until you want to!

soobin -> entirely depends on how worked up he is hehe ,, can either last hours or seconds he just cannot handle being teased or edged he will bust immediately

beomgyu -> unable to stop himself once his climax starts building, just cant focus on anything other than chasing his own release! always makes sure ur feeling good too tho ^^ creampies u n then shoves his head between ur thighs to finish i off.. gets u all messy w his spit and cum…

kai -> pussy drunk and inexperienced :’( can cum in minutes if he’s really horny hehe but he’s ready to go again almost immediately !! will keep going til ur both overstimulated n covered in cum ><

SHORTEST

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anglbunny · 5 hours ago

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ruin ♡ Sae itoshi

cw: smut mdni, oral (f receiving), bunny!reader, reader's wearing a dress, based on this ask

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Maybe it was a bad idea cornering you like this. Sae usually thought things out, played things cool but not around you. Not when you looked so fucking delicious wearing that barely there dress during a party.

You were too lost, too innocent to realize the effect it had on others. Especially on sae. The second he saw you, his hand was wrapped around your wrist, dragging you to some secluded area in the party where no one was present.

“S-sae! Fuckk.. Please..” you whined, sae’s tongue circling your sloppy cunt.

“You try and act all innocent but you got so wet just from being dragged and manhandled. Makes me think you’re not so innocent afterall, huh, bunny?” he grins but it was hard to see, as half his face was covered from your skin tight dress.

You whimper, not being able to say or process anything that’s happening. It was too much and too little at the same time. Your body shook, fingers tangled in sae’s hair. When you couldn’t respond, he went back, keeping your pussy stretched open with his index and middle finger, his hot tongue licking across your sensitive cunt, pushing past your tight entrance. He was too good. Too experienced. Too much.

His free hand wrapped around your thigh, fingers digging into the plump skin. He cried out his name, tugging at the roots. You swore that you’d pull his hair out at this point.

Your body shook, you were so close but before you could finish he pulled out, breathing heavily, tongue partially hanging out, the taste of your cunt still linger on it.

He stood up, wiping his mouth with the back of his hand. You gasped when his hands found your ass, pulling you closer to him, his hard on pressing against your thigh. “Sae..”

“The things i wanna fucking do to you, doll.” he groaned, “wanna take you home and rip this flimsy little dress off and take your virginity for good” you trembled, fingers wrapped around his shirt, clinging onto him. His voice was low and mean.

“You want that? Want me to ruin you?” your face heated up, nodding against his chest.

“Speak up, say it. Wanna hear you.”

“Ruin me, sae”

“Fuck.. that’s my girl” he didn’t waste a second, lifting you up in his arms and pushing past the large groups of people towards his car.

TL: @samm1e13 @demiitria @syleepy @chaoslibra @bontenxo @pinkymangacaps @riinniies @samthesimp1 @sapphireluv @s4turnx1 @nevvynev @cookiesandcreammy @rinniebinniebay @ravenbc @kamelika @luvsymai @werfiedeii @mikemsmm @silverwings920 @cyberheartrebel @arwawawa2 @yanderebluelockfan @valexqpt @bigclownshoes @rinniewinnie787 @satorella @mihyas-dieehefrau

A/n: thank you for the request

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xoluvx · 2 months ago

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Hey love can i ask for a taylor fic? Reader is having a bad day and crying a lot and tayloe takes care of them/validates their feeling and then maybe fucks reader with a lot of praise? I could use the comfort...

Thx. –🐇

hi love i hope you are feeling better. sending you so much love ₊˚⊹ᰔ

the tight feeling in your chest wouldn't go away. your tears only grew hotter as they struck your face tragically. they smeared your cheeks with sadness. it'd just been one of those day where nothing seemed to go right so you resorted to curling up in bed under the sheets. warm and slightly humid. you could hardly breathe, but it's not like you could breathe properly with that tight feeling in your chest.

the door creaked open. her footsteps were soft on the floor as she approached you. her weight sunk the mattress and you absentmindedly turned your back to her. her hand gently touched your back. palm circling over the blanket until you felt the mattress move again.

before you could come up for air, she was nuzzling your body. her leg wrapped around your legs. her arm draped over your torso. her cheek planted on the top of your head. she was holding you close breathing so softly that the pattern of her gentle breathing calmed you down almost instantly.

"you're okay," she whispered rubbing your arm tenderly placing a kiss on your head. you sniffled and she brought her lips to your ear. "everything is going to be okay," her voice was like butter on toast. it melted so tenderly into your skin. seeping through your pores. wrapping you up in warmth. the good kind of warmth. not the stuffy tear struck warmth, but the flutter in your belly and flushed cheeks kind of warmth.

you moaned subconsciously and leaned back into her touch. she smiled and kissed your neck. her lips stuck to your skin as you swayed your hips and she held your body. her fingers dug into your belly as she moved her body against yours. you pushed your ass against her pelvis. she moaned and held your hip firming. her movements were slow but desperate. her steady breathing turned heavier with every thrust. when you opened your legs inviting her hand to rest between your thighs, she groaned.

her slender fingers danced down the valley of your thigh. palm cupping your pussy. she sneered when she felt the warmth radiating from your core and you whimpered when her fingers moved in circular motions. you bit your lip, your chest heaving, your arm reaching back and wrapping around her head.

"just like that," she whispered in your ear as you moved your hips to match the rhythm of her hand. "so good for me," she added and the comment set you on fire. you let the moans fall loudly from your lips. you let your head hang back and you opened your legs wider begging for more. she moaned in your ear and you felt so tight it was almost painful. her touched melted all the negative thoughts in your head. her words of appraisal were the only things circling in your brain and urging you to come closer to your inevitable orgasm.

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idontplaytrack · 27 days ago

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Hi bubba!!! I hope you are okay!

Hey, i've been thinking *a lot* about regina George lately... so i was wondering.. would you be willing to write for Regina George x Latinx!reader

Reader is being like the talk of the school and everyone agrees they are hot and wants them. There is the novelty factor- but their accent makes them even more so. So regina wants to make reader theirs stat? Maybe throw in some of Regina calling reader spanish petnames?

Ps: YK WHO IT IS –🐇

Worship me(or leave)

Regina George x gn Latinx! reader

Warnings: some coarse language?

Regina crushes hard, but her pride causes her not to make a move until she feels a threat and can’t get what she wants

- w.c: 1.5k

Was junior year really the peak of the high school experience? For the first time in Regina George’s life…she wasn’t the centre of attention, she wasn’t the talk of the school, she didn’t feel like the Apex Predator. Regina felt threatened.

“Gretchen, who is that?” Regina subtly turned her head to the girl to ask.

“She’s new. y/n. So far, everyone’s been saying she’s really hot and I—”

“If the next word that comes out of your mouth is ‘agree’, you can feel free to go sit with the art freaks. She’s mediocre.”

“No, she’s not mediocre.” Gretchen continued, “I stand by that. What? That’s a fact.”

Regina rolled her eyes, slamming her locker shut. “Let’s go.” Regina said flatly. Karen followed immediately, Gretchen took a second, distracted by the new student. You.

You caught her gaze for a second, her eyes went wide and she scampered away on the tail of the tall blonde.

Throughout the day, Regina couldn’t figure out if she was impressed or repulsed by the amount of attention you were getting. She saw nearly everyone that managed to go up to you to ask you out. Why? You had almost every single class of yours with her. Regina liked a challenge, so much so that she was going to go up to you to ask you out herself just so that you would say yes to her first. Possibly.

Whenever you talked to anyone. A student, a teacher…Regina’s ears would perk up. She found herself intrigued— no, in love with the accent you had. But, she was simply in denial. No, Regina George would never admit that to anyone, not even herself.

You, however, couldn’t be more unbothered by the attention. You could usually see through people, if they were genuinely being nice or just faking it so you’d befriend them. That was why you didn’t even entertain Regina’s staring. The girls that hung out with her were nice, though. You had a class together with them and got grouped up with them for a project already.

And then came lunch. It was chaos, all the students chatting, playing instruments, laughing at jokes. Somehow, you were used to it. The noise got all tuned out, and you just focused on eating your lunch alone. Karen and Gretchen invited you to sit with them, but you declined their offer. You didn’t want to be at the same table as Regina. Not when it felt like she’d been glaring at you practically all day. You didn’t want any part of that. After school, you waited outside the gym for Karen and Gretchen. The three of you were going to be starting work on the project this afternoon.

“Oh, hi!” Gretchen walked out from the gym first, Karen was right behind her. “Hi.” Karen greeted with a little laugh at the end. “How was your first day here?” Gretchen asked while you all walked to the parking lot.

“It was pretty good, actually. But Regina is getting annoying because why is she staring all the time like she’s a cat whose tail I stepped on?”

“She’s…like that. Don’t mind her.”

“Clearly.” You scoffed, getting into the backseat while Karen sat in the front with Gretchen.

“She can be nice.” Karen chimed in.

“Sure.” You almost laughed, “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

“Anyway, any suggestions on what we could do for the Chemistry project? Lewis said we can basically do anything as long as we can explain it and make sense. It’s like 25% of our grade.”

“We could probably Google for some ideas, choose the one we like the most.” You shrugged.

“True, true. Shouldn’t be too hard to complete, right?”

You spent a good part of the afternoon at Gretchen’s. The project was straightforward, and really easy to complete. And, it was completed by the time you all parted ways. You ended your day with two new friends, so that was the good part— well other than finishing a project well ahead of time.

Over the next week, you got to meet more people. And the more you got to know them, the more you got to know about Regina. So far, it was mostly negative. “Regina asked for your number.”

“What?” You squinted, “Gretch, please don’t tell me you gave it to her.”

“No, but I was scrolling on Insta, and your post was on my home page. She followed you.”

“Well, my page is public, so whatever.”

As you said that, your phone screen lit up. And it was none other than Regina— sliding into your DMs. Okay, you could admit, she was attractive. But if she wasn’t a good person, you sure as heck wouldn’t want to be associated with someone like that. You detested her ‘worship me or leave’ type of attitude.

Besides that, the first half of your school day was pretty calm. Once lunch rolled around, you were ready to have some food. But, someone grabbed your arm. “I need to talk to you.”

“No, Regina.”

“I just need three minutes.” She continued.

“Fine, make it count.” You stopped off at the side of the hallway, watching the students filtering out of the hallway to the cafeteria. All of them eager for lunch, but highly interested in the fact that Regina was finally talking to you.

“Did Gretchen ask you out?”

“I knew it.” You said with a shrug, “Even if she did, it’s none of your business, really. I haven’t even talked to you once until now. So far, it hasn't been a great first impression.”

“I’m sorry. I know you’ve heard a lot about me, but it’s complicated. I’m trying to change, but that’s… not what I wanted to talk to you about. Truth is, since you got here, I’ve been intimidated because I’m used to being the centre of attention. I know, sucks of me. But also, among the things you heard about me. I know you’ve heard that I’m a lesbian. That’s the one truth I want to remain, the rest? I want to change that.”

“Your point?”

“It’s— it’s been hard for me to accept that I like girls. And you come in here, looking all tall and perfect and me being scared of being like everyone else, I couldn’t admit that I was crushing on you too.”

“Now I’m impressed. Took you sooner than I thought you would to be honest than keep up with the glaring. This is more like it.”

Regina smirked and it turned into a smile, a genuine smile, “See you around, cariño.”

You squinted, watching as she turned on her heel to leave, chuckling. She saw you and laughed too. See, this was what you wanted. To see the real her than the facade she was putting on. There was no point in that, but this? Having actual conversations? It felt good to have that, not just polite greetings and check-ins.

You saw her in your next class and was paired up, in the name of fate because the random name generator come up with her name and yours. For the first time since you started school here, you were actually glad to be in the same room as Regina, because she wasn’t pretending anymore. It was less draining for you and for her.

“Buenas.” Regina smiled softly and slid into the desk to you.

“You don’t have to try to impress me, George.” You chuckled over your words.

“Impress you? I’m just glad I have someone to practice my Spanish on.” She continued with that signature smirk on her face. Only this time, it felt a bit more like a tease than the usual intimidation, “Spent my first five years in Spain, came here and I eventually sucked at it. Maybe now I won’t have to worry about flunking out of Spanish class.”

“Is this your tricky way of asking me to tutor you? Have you learnt nothing from the first time you talked to me?”

“I was not planning to ask you to tutor me, but since you’ve put that on the table…can you?”

“I can.” You shrugged, “But would I?”

“Come on! What do I have to do? Pay you to teach me?”

“Tempting.” You went along with it, “Or…you could just buy me a coffee or something.”

“And are you just telling me how I can repay you for agreeing to tutor me or trying to ask me out on a date?”

“Take it as you please.” You answered calmly, “You never know what’ll happen, Regina.”

“Huh.” Regina nodded slowly, “Claro.”

Your lips tugged into a bit of a smirk, you glance at her.

“So you’ll tutor me, right…?”

“Ay, yes, Regina. I will tutor you!” You laughed.

“Great.” She smiled back, “Thanks, cariño.”

“A heads up on the nicknames would be nice.” You joked, “Are you planning on using them on me all the time from now on?”

“Take it as you please, y/n.” She sighed, “I heard never know what will happen, after all.”

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soonhoonsol · 9 months ago

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LEFT & RIGHT (2020) ☀️ SEUNGKWAN, VERNON, DINO

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ipetite69 · 1 year ago

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ᯓ★ rafe cameron being absolutely obsessed with his latina!gf

is a recurrent thought of mine as a latina myself.

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rose-bunny-28 · 6 months ago

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Drawing ideas (a list for you to choose):

Appa (with Momo if you want)

Swamp benders

Wan Shi Tong's library

Hope you like it

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jaethecreator · 7 months ago

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omg only now I see you accept requests!!!!! Could I possibly ask something about Changbin and doting on him and his tummy? istg I go feral anytime a hint of his belly peaks through the clothes… I want to kiss his tummy and cuddle him with my hands on him after I prepared a delicious dinner for him

(photo credits to @/ultragedits)

˗ˏˋ in a good way s.c. ´ˎ˗

wc: 1,513

tags: changbin, changbin tummy appreciation, fluff, feeding, pet names, gn!reader, praise, body worship, teasing, food as a love language

note: sorry this took so long anon!! life has been a whirlwind recently and i had to step back and put my big boy adult pants on. this prompt had me very excited, so i hope you enjoy my writing. this is my second time writing a request for skz <3

summary: changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment is free reign, especially after a good meal.

both of you were still getting used to living together. the domesticity felt like a warm and safe blanket, giving you the kind of life you’d only dreamed of before meeting changbin. though he was often pulled left and right for schedules and the looming thought of his upcoming tour towered over both your heads—nothing could erase how either of you felt when he came home at night.

you heard the familiar noise of the front door unlocking before you saw him. getting up from the couch, your feet carried you out of the living room and to the hallway. even with his dark curls covering his eyes and his black mask covering the lower half of his face, you’d recognize changbin anywhere.

“welcome home, bunny! how was work?” you asked, though you’d gotten used to hearing the same sort of answer every night. “mmm.. it was alright, but changbinnie missed you!” he spoke cutely while referring to himself, which let you know his day was the least of his worries. large arms wrapped around you, securing you in a hold you’d missed for most of the day. with your head against his chest, you could breathe changbin in and sigh in satisfaction.

he pouted once you let go, but found himself content once he’d clung to you from behind. this way, you could use your hands for whatever you needed, while still providing changbin the contact that he’d been craving from you while he was gone.

with his chin nudging at your shoulder, you walked to the kitchen. as you’d reached the counter, changbin’s hands made contact with your hips. he spun you around so that you’d face him without using any real strength at all. changbin’s face mask had been pulled under his chin, showing you the features that you loved so dearly. he’d even brushed his bangs out of his eyes, allowing you to see him fully.

if actions truly did speak louder than words, his gaze was proof enough that the man loved you wholeheartedly.

one step was all it took to close the distance between you and your boyfriend. his right hand reached to the side of your face, using his fingers to push back a strand of hair behind your ear. his other hand rested on your hip, holding you steadily. “tell me about your day, baby. did you miss me too?” changbin smiled, before placing a soft kiss on your chin—almost like a way of encouraging the words to fall from your lips.

“it was pretty quiet. rain cancelled our plans, so i stayed at home for most of the day.”

your lack of answering his second question caused changbin to pout. he pressed himself closer to you, nosing at your neck before leaving a gentle kiss on the skin there. you giggled, unable to tease him for too long considering he was so cute. “of course i missed you, bin. you know i always do.”

though he tried to hide his reaction by burying his head into your neck, you could see the tips of his ears turning red. there your boyfriend was, in all of his bashful glory.

“i’m sure there’s something else you miss, other than me.” you teased once again, though changbin found himself out of the loop. “hm..? what do you mean?” he asked, pulling away from you to stand straighter. suddenly, his eyes lowered on your figure, a half smirk forming on his face.

“..not that, mister. you’re dirty.” changbin whined in protest, pouting even harder than before to the point he emphasized his softer jowls. “tell meeeee!” his volume increased from before, though he wasn’t particularly yelling at you. changbin tended to be loud, and that was that.

“my cooking, silly—i made you dinner! creamy bacon carbonara with pork katsu on the side, you’re going to love it! i think i went to heaven and back after eating it myself.” you giggled.

though he never explicitly said it, you knew food was one of changbin’s love languages. the noises and expressions he’d make while eating was enough evidence that food was the quickest way to his heart. eating always seemed to bring him happiness, whether it was during the months he’d be dieting for comebacks or bulking during breaks.

as you put on a pair of oven mitts and pulled the dish out of the oven, you remembered how proud of yourself you were when you first sampled the food. cooking for yourself and changbin was a great excuse to improve your skills. you knew that if you’d found it good, your boyfriend would find it even better.

“oh my gosh.. i think my heart just started beating like crazy.” changbin joked, though the statement definitely held some truth to it. he watched over your shoulder as you reheated and plated the food for him, his hands gently rubbing your sides. a dangerous shiver went down your spine, but that was for later.

“here, why don’t i set the living room up for a movie while you go change into your pajamas?” you offered, turning your head to look at changbin. he frantically nodded, more motivated to quickly change by the prospect of dinner, a movie, and you waiting for him.

when he returned, changbin looked more comfortable. his pajamas always consisted of shorts, so the sight of his thicker thighs wasn’t new (but highly appreciated). however, the shirt he’d been wearing seemed to fit him deliciously (also highly appreciated). it must’ve been an older one, considering the way it clung to his larger chest and left little to imagine around the curve of his belly.

god, your boyfriend’s body drives you crazy.

“every time i see you, i just remember how lucky i am.” you mumbled, not really expecting changbin to respond since you’d sounded so cheesy. thankfully, cheesy didn’t exist when it came to you. had you been one of the members though, he surely would have cringed.

instead, changbin found himself gently swatting at you. “this food already has my heart beating out of my chest, don’t make it worse!” he chided playfully, though the blush creeping onto his cheeks told a different story.

once he sat beside you, changbin immediately pressed a kiss to your cheek, then your lips. “thank you, baby. it smells delicious!”

and with that, changbin ate.

he shoveled bite after bite of pasta past his lips, along with the crispy pieces of pork katsu. you cooed every now and then as he worked through his plate, subconsciously finding yourself praising him for eating so well. a healthy appetite had never made you this happy—at least, not until you’d fallen in love with changbin.

the movie you’d put on didn’t hold either of your attention. while changbin was focused on the flavors of each bite, you were content with watching him eat. his cheeks were fuller, and there was a shine to his lips from the amount of times he’d bitten them while eating. you found the habit cute, and you knew if you’d pointed it out, he’d grow flustered.

“someone’s eating well.” you teased, as one of your hands moved to rest on the curve of his belly. rubbing gently through the fabric, you could tell he was getting full. the flesh of his stomach was usually soft and pliant under your touch, but neither could be said for the firm mound underneath your fingertips. changbin dreamily sighed at your touch, before setting his fork down and leaning back against the couch cushions.

“oh.. i definitely ate too much.”

you quirked an eyebrow, having taken changbin’s statement as an invitation. your hand snuck under his shirt gently as you moved closer to him, continuing your ministrations without the fabric between you and his skin. every time your fingers made contact with his skin, changbin had goosebumps and butterflies. your hands knew his body no more or less than your own.

your fingertips danced across his skin like feathers, causing changbin to giggle. however, just as you’d begun to pull back, changbin had reached behind his head to pull off his shirt. once it’’d been removed, you were left dumbfounded. you would never get used to how good he looked or the fact that he was all yours. when you looked up from his torso and caught his gaze, two hopeful eyes stared back at you expectantly.

“can.. can you keep going? don’t want you to stop..” changbin shyly admitted, turning his head away from you to hide his burning cheeks. you cooed, finding his demeanor cute.

underneath his rapper persona and his confident personality, changbin was more soft and gentle than expected. the members knew it of course, but especially you.

“of course, bunny. anything for you.” you purred, nuzzling your head against the side of his larger shoulder. changbin softly sighed again, relaxing against you just the same. the movie had finished by now, and neither of you could explain what happened no matter how hard you tried.

changbin sitting shirtless in your apartment was free reign, especially after a good meal.

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anglbnny · 5 days ago

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Offside ♡ Michael kaiser

cw: light angst, reader has a kid, mentions of cheating, request by @yanderebluelockfan

⸝⸝♡⸝⸝♡

Three Years Ago

You stood in the hallway of Michael’s hotel room, hands trembling at your sides. He looked radiant, just coming out of the shower with a towel slung low on his hips, hair damp and clinging to his forehead. But your heart pounded for an entirely different reason.

“I need to talk to you,” you said, voice barely above a whisper.

He frowned slightly, sensing the tension. “What’s wrong?”

You took a shaky breath and looked him in the eyes. You had to lie. For him. For his career. You couldn’t be the thing holding him back—not now, not ever.

“I don’t think we should see each other anymore,” you said quickly, like ripping off a bandage.

“What?” His expression twisted. “Why?”

“I’ve been seeing someone else.”

The lie burned your throat. His eyes widened in disbelief, pain cracking through the gold in them.

“You’re serious?” he asked. “After everything?”

You nodded, biting down on your tongue so hard it tasted like blood. “It wasn’t serious between us anyway. You said that yourself.”

He recoiled like you’d slapped him. “So that’s it? Just like that?”

You looked away before the tears could fall. “Just like that.”

What you didn’t tell him was that you were carrying his child. You were already a few weeks pregnant.

And you loved him too much to let that truth shackle him to you.

Present Day

The roar of the stadium still echoed in Michael Kaiser’s ears when he caught sight of you.

You looked almost the same.

Maybe a little tired. A little older. Your hair pulled into a messy bun like you hadn’t slept well in weeks. But he knew those eyes. Knew the way they locked on his across the corridor like you hadn’t been the one to shatter him years ago.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he snapped, his voice cold, cutting through the awkward silence of the hallway.

You didn’t flinch. Just stood there, arms folded tightly across your chest, like you needed to brace herself against the weight of seeing him again. "My son… wanted to meet you."

Kaiser stared.

A small figure peeked out from behind her. Wide violet blue-blue eyes, tousled dark blonde hair, a shade darker than his.

His throat tightened. No way. No way.

He blinked. Looked again. His mind was playing tricks on him, right?

The boy approached slowly, nervous but smiling. "Hi! I'm Leo. You were amazing out there. I’m your biggest fan."

He crouched down automatically, something aching in his chest. "Hey there, Leo. You like football, huh?"

"I want to be just like you when I grow up," the boy beamed.

God. He looked so much like him.

Michael stood abruptly, his jaw clenched. His gaze shifted to your, face unreadable. "You should go. Both of you."

Your eyes dimmed. She nodded. "Thanks for seeing him."

Kaiser didn’t sleep that night.

Leo. His fan. Your son. The birth date matched. The resemblance? Uncanny. And why had you shown up now, after years of silence?

He made one call. One favor.

"Get me everything you can on her," he told the guy on the other side of the phone, voice low. "And I mean everything."

A few days later, the report landed on his desk.

Unmarried. Single mom. Father: Unknown.

It hit him like a bullet.

He didn’t even think. Just got in his car and drove through Berlin until he reached a small, worn apartment building. A far cry from the life you used to live. From the life he offered her once.

He knocked.

The door opened and there he was again—Leo. Eyes lit up instantly.

"Michael! Mom! Michael's here!"

He swallowed hard. "Hey, kid. Is your mom home?"

You appeared in the doorway, face pale. Her voice, sharp. "Leo, go to your room."

"But—"

"Now."

Once the door clicked shut, you stepped outside, closing the door behind her.

"What the hell do you think you’re doing here, Michael?"

"Tell me the truth."

"You need to leave."

"Is he mine?"

You looked away.

"Don’t lie to me again."

Your voice cracked. "I didn’t want to ruin your life. You were just getting big. Everything you dreamed of. How could I ask you to give it up for—"

"So you lied? You told me you didn’t love me. That you were cheating on me. I begged you to stay. And the whole time you were carrying my child?"

Tears welled in your eyes. "I didn’t know what else to do. I was scared."

Michael ran a hand through his hair, pacing. The thought of all the years lost, of his son growing up thinking his father was just a name on a jersey.

"Why now?"

"He saw you on TV. Asked questions. I couldn’t lie to him forever."

Silence fell.

When he finally spoke again, his voice was softer, though still laced with disbelief. "He’s mine."

You nodded, defeated. "Yes."

He stepped closer. You didn’t move.

"You should’ve told me. You should’ve let me choose."

"I know," you whispered.

He looked at you—really looked at you. The same girl who once held his dreams in the palm of her hand. Now here you were, tired, overworked, but still so heartbreakingly beautiful. A woman who had raised his child alone.

"I want to be in his life," he said. "If you'll let me."

You blinked rapidly, wiping at your cheeks. "It won’t be easy."

"I don't care. I've missed too much already."

Months passed. Visits turned to weekends. Weekends turned to holidays. And slowly, painfully, Michael worked his way into Leo's world.

Then, one spring afternoon, he knelt in their tiny living room, holding out a simple silver band.

"I wasted years without you. Let me make up for it. Marry me."

You stared, breath caught in your throat.

"You don’t have to be alone anymore," he said. "Neither of you."

Tears fell as you nodded.

And when Leo burst into the room, Michael pulled him into his arms, holding them both like they were the only goal he ever needed.

They weren’t perfect.

But they were a family.