#HES JUST A DAD WHO WANTS THE BEST FOR HIS DAUGHTER :(((

[suuuupernovaaa]

what if

summary: joel lives and is HAPPY damnit

warnings: just watched ep2 (&3)and im so unbelievably sad and mad so im making a happy ending to cope - smut, 18+, FMC in her 30s, dirty joel, a hot gf who GETS THERE IN TIME

MASTERLIST

Hand on the doorknob, Ellie looks back to you, and you shake your head. Not yet, you want to tell her. Just listen. Just be quiet and assess what’s happening in the room.

You hear a shout inside, and you know it’s him. You know his voice as well as you know your own.

There’s multiple other voices, male and female, impossible to say how many are in there. Joel shouts again, and your body tenses up, your stomach churning.

While she turns the door knob, you press your back against the door, out of sight.

It’s a mess of action once she opens the door. Her gun fires, but it takes only moments before two men are on her, pinning her to the floor, though she does get a good swipe with her knife at one before she goes down.

You peer around the corner, just for a whisper, to take in the scene. Joel, with a bloody knee. A girl before him, hair braided, holding a golf club.

Two men holding Ellie down. At least two other women in the room, and Dina, on the floor. You don’t know from the doorway if she’s breathing or not.

They don’t know you’re there. They’re too stupid to have checked. So, you enter.

You fire a shot, straight through the neck of one of the men holding Ellie down, and the other falls away.

She’s up then, and fast, her gun back in her hand, or maybe it’s someone else’s gun. There’s screaming, so much screaming, but you can’t hear it. You can’t hear anything besides Joel yelling your names. His woman. His daughter.

Ellie’s shot two more, they’re on the floor, both men.

Two women in the room - one bald and one with curly hair - back away, their arms up, their weapons on the floor, Ellie aimed at them.

That leaves the golfer. You turn to her, weapon raised, and she steps closer to Joel.

“Not another fucking step,” you whisper, finger on the trigger. “I will blow your head off.”

She has the nerve to look angry instead of scared, but she’s smart enough to drop the golf club. You kick it away, never taking your eyes off her.

“Who are you? What the fuck are you doing?”

Her lips are pursed, her eyes red with tears and rage. She looks so normal, someone you wouldn’t recognize or remember.

“Joel?” you ask.

“I’m okay. I… killed her dad.”

“Salt Lake?” you ask.

“Yeah,” he replies.

You fire. One bullet, to her heart. She drops down, and you step over her to Joel.

TWO MONTHS LATER

The ground is thawed out enough for burials to take place now. They’re burying dozens of dead. The wall is secured again, but people stare at it warily now.

They’ve seen it come down. They wonder if it will happen again.

You wake up in the middle of the night, when the moon is still high, with a scream in your throat and a sheen of sweat covering your body.

“Baby, baby,” Joel is whispering next to you. You sit up, heart pounding. Joel reaches to his side of the bed for the water he keeps on his night stand, and hands it to you. You take a long drink, blinking the nightmare away.

“I’m here. I’m alive,” he reminds you.

The what if disturbs you sometimes. What if you and Ellie had been 5 minutes later. What if you had not come at all. What if, what if, what if Joel was dead.

He takes the empty water glass from your hands, and you’re on him when he turns back to you, kissing him with all the desperation you feel whenever you think of those what if’s.

What if the best thing you’d ever had was taken from you? What if Ellie’s dad had died before they could reconcile? What if, what if, what if.

“I’m right here, baby, I’m okay,” Joel mutters against your lips, and you’re pushing him down onto his back, climbing on top of him.

“I need to feel you, Joel,” you say desperately. “I need to feel that you’re here.”

His hands run up your back, under your tank top, his calloused hands on your hot skin, and you grind into him, making him moan.

“Whatever you need, sweetheart,” he says, and you reach down for him. He’s hard, always so hard for you, and you can feel you’re dripping wet, desperate to be filled by him.

It takes no time to remove your clothes, and you run your wet cunt up and down his hard length.

“God, Joel,” you moan, kissing his neck as he squeezes your ass.

“I’m here, baby,” he breathes, and slides into you.

It feels so full, so real, so fucking good. You place your hands on his chest, and look down at him as you begin to move, up and down. He never closes his eyes, always stares at you, always watches you when you ride him like this.

His fingers find your clit, moving over it expertly, and you cry out.

“Take what you need, baby,” he says, his voice dripping with need. “Take whatever you need.”

You just need him, to be sure he’s real and here with you. To feel him pulsing inside you, to bring you coffee in the morning, to be grumpy with you when he’s sore or tired. You just need Joel.

He brings you to an orgasm that makes you see stars, and finds his own release just seconds after, and you collapse on his chest.

He holds you then, tracing patterns on your bare back, both of you breathing so heavily with your eyes closed.

The what ifs always disappear in these moments when you are so connected to Joel. He’s here. He’s real. He’s not leaving you.

You won’t let anyone take him.

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★ ﾟ๑ PARTY ON YOU ୧ ⊹ ࣪

ᡴꪫ which yeon sieun shuts you after he transferred schools ──⠀ angst / no comfort , set before ep1 of s2 ⸝⸝ ◜◡◝ i just read some fanfics on wattpad and some are just with sieun after the events of season 1... i just have a feeling that he can push someone away from his life.. even if it hurts him too.

There was a time when she thought, what happened to us? where did it all go wrong?

In sixteen years of living, love had always felt like a distant star — something warm and beautiful, yet always out of reach. To love was a risk. To be loved, a miracle. And in between, she simply learned how to live without expecting either.

Her love for taekwondo had been constant, unwavering. It was a language she was taught at a ripe age of 4 with her father, trophies made him happy. It was a bond that she shared with him, to make him feel proud, strong, and it feeds his ego. She was the best, she had to be—for him. But as she grows it withers slowly, so is her dad, until what once felt like an unbreakable connection became fragile, like a leaf caught in a fading breeze.

Ballet was a profound hope — the kind that stretched her limbs and lifted her heart, a yearning for her mother's approval that she could never quite grasp. Each pirouette, each graceful leap, was a silent plea for validation. But the nagging, the expectations that came with it, only weighed her down, turning what was once her sanctuary into a cage.

Her mother had once been a prima ballerina, graceful and untouchable, a star that shone brightly in the world of dance. But then she had given birth to her — and with that, the light dimmed. Seventeen years of her life felt like a constant shadow, as if she, the daughter, was the mistake that interrupted her mother’s prime.

In her, eyes. She is the reflection of what she could be.

But alas, in all of this, it was hardest to be loved. Her peers, so quick to judge, had no room for the simple truth of her heart. To boast was to be called egoistic, to stand tall in her own strength was a crime of arrogance. Yet, if she became humble, they whispered that she sought validation — attention, as if her quiet steps were nothing more than a plea for free applause.

Her personality was a mere bubble— shiny, radiant, reflecting the world around her with a brilliance that caught the light. She became what they wanted to see, a mirror of their expectations, fitting in. But beneath the facade, emptiness, hollow. The reflection wasn't hers to begin with, she wore a mask to survive, as soon as it pops, she was nothing.

She had once been bubbly. Loud in the most sincere way — laughing with her whole chest, arms always outstretched as if the world was waiting to be hugged. But the world didn't hug back. It recoiled. Her light became too much, her joy became annoying, and slowly, quietly, she folded in on herself.

Then there was him, Suho.

That haul ass, he actually did.

He saw her like no one does, not some attention seeker, threat or whatever her classmates called her. But, some lonely kid who accidently trips on his desk and apologize meekly for waking him up. It's like at the snap of his fingers — they were friends, it felt so strange on the tip of her tongue. It wasn't on her vocabulary to call someone 'a friend', she smiled at the thought, she could finally say "mom, im with a friend. oh, im hanging out with my friend. Dad, i'll be late. Im with suho, he's the delivery kid"

He was there for her, vice versa. They share drinks, he taught her some tricks. Rode his mop of a motorcycle and helps him sometimes (she begs to help) in his deliveries, taught her to ride his motorcycle but was banned from ever driving it because they almost crashed, gifted him on his birthday that pig like arm-rest pillow because he sleeps during class, anytime—anywhere.

After Suho, came Sieun — the boy with a mind like steel and a heart he kept under lock. She hadn’t meant to break in. She just smiled at him one day, really smiled, all softness and quiet light. And instead of turning away, he looked at her — really looked — but he quickly turned away and do what he always do, study.

It wasn’t much, but it was everything.

After that, they became closer (she and suho forced themselves in his, peaceful life and made it their profound home). He didn’t speak much, but she learned to read the pauses between his words, the silence that carried more weight than most voices ever could. And in those small, strange moments, something unspoken bloomed — not loud like laughter, but steady like breath.

Beomseok joined last — hesitant and unsure, the quiet space-filler who stood at the edge of the light until he learned how to laugh without apology. With them, he found a version of himself that didn’t have to shrink. And she noticed — the way he kept things to himself, always smiling, always deflecting. But underneath it all, he was alone. Like her. And she respected him for that — for surviving in silence, for fighting battles no one could see. It was like they spoke a secret language, stitched together by glances and almosts. If Suho hadn’t been the first to crack her open, to teach her that loud kindness could feel safe — it might’ve been Beomseok.

They were alike, it felt like it. She never asked for more than he could give. He would treat her to milk tea without a word, and she would tag him in her stories like a quiet thank-you — ‘he bought this for us today’. His presence was constant, and sometimes, constancy felt close enough to love.

The four of them never made sense, heck their personalities mixed in a wheel. But together, it felt like home, peace. They make it— make sense.

She remembered that day, where Beomseok invited them in a fancy cafe, the three of them were underdressed in hoodies and jackets and and scuffed shoes, while she had worn something a little too nice — something she thought might match the place. Suho took one look at them and laughed, nudging her playfully. ‘We look like your bodyguards,’ he said, grinning. ‘Or your butlers,’ Beomseok added with a rare, easy laugh, raising his brow. ‘Maybe you’re the one who’ll be paying, princess.’ She rolled her eyes, but the warmth in her chest was real, golden.

And Sieun, he said nothing. Just watching the scene as it played across the table that ever-neutral mask on his face. But then, for just a second, the corner of his mouth curved. A small, tipped smile — fleeting, quiet, but it was there. And she held onto it like a pressed flower in the pages of her memory.

Or when she invited them to her house to make shakes she shared at the group chat. Chaos, and wasted ingredients lingered on her mind.

She remembered nights they spent on rooftops eating instant noodles. Suho would tell dumb jokes, Beomseok would laugh too hard, and Sieun would roll his eyes but never leave. She remembered the market stall — her and Sieun, shoulder to shoulder, sharing a hot bowl of doenjang jjigae on a cold day, pinky fingers brushing as they both reached for the last piece of tofu. He didn’t pull away.

They had made a promise that day.

"Next time, we'll get our own bowls"

"No, let's keep sharing. Its more delicious to share with... friends"

He nodded at her and the promised was sealed.

There was the photobooth too — that cramped, blinking little box on the corner of a busy arcade. She and Beomseok had practically dragged Suho and Sieun inside, laughter already bubbling before the first flash. Suho’s long legs stuck out from under the curtain, his face half-covered as the fabric kept hitting him. He grumbled through a smile, ever dramatic. Sieun sat stiffly in the corner, back too straight, unsure what to do with his hands, his expression tight but his presence willing. And Beomseok — sweet, ridiculous Beomseok — came back with an armful of props. Sunglasses too big, fake mustaches, and a tiara that she insisted Suho to wear.

They argued over poses, switched hats mid-frame, and by the time the countdown hit one, they had given up on perfection. They just laughed. Uncoordinated and chaotic, but real.

She kept the strip, in a frame to look at. To reminisce.

At that point, she felt like on the cloud. It felt like she was dreaming, its too good, she dreamt of this before where she would have friends who are there for her and she would be too. But every dream turns to be a nightmare when she woke.

She wished to never woke up.

She wished it will just be the same as it was before.

She wished she helped, noticed, talk.

She wished it all.

She just wished, but she never acted.

She never did, she watched it all happen.

In a snap, it all crumbled down.

And it crumbled them apart, them. The 4 of them, nothing.

But then came the fight. The blood. The hospital room with fluorescent lights that never flickered off. Suho, broken and still. Beomseok, shattered in ways they didn’t see until it was too late. And Sieun — closed off tighter than ever, fists clenched, eyes wild with a grief he refused to name.

It all fell apart, the shared laughter, the whispers during class bothering Sieun. Everything falling apart.

She held him when he broke down in that sterile hallway, her arms around his trembling body. She thought they were in this together.

Then he left.

He left, without a goodbye.

Not even a glance, not a word.

No messages, calls.

Just absence, his lingering precense, silence.

She waited for him, days turns to weeks, to months.

She called. Texted. Wrote long, tearful messages and erased them. She even waited outside the hospital, hoping he’d come back. Sometimes she’d fall asleep in the hallway chair, cold noodles beside her, unread texts blinking on her phone screen like a cruel joke.

He never replied.

She scoffed and chuckled softly. It was all typical.

Of course, It's Sieun after all.

In the end, she had to bribe a teacher. Just a little. Nothing serious. Just a favor passed in whispers, the gentle weight of desperation folded inside an envelope. A name. A connection. A sliver of a chance.

She hadn’t meant to go this far, but silence was starting to rot in her chest, and she couldn’t take another unanswered message blinking cold on her screen. By some cruel or kind miracle, her homeroom teacher — warm, a little nosy, but always kind — happened to know the man who owned the building Sieun now lived in.

And that was her signal. To go and visit him.

She packed carefully. His favorite brand of milk, chilled and sweating in her bag. A container of doenjang jjigae — just like the one they shared at that tiny market stall, the day they had laughed, just the two of them, broth steaming between them, future humming on their tongues and a bouquet of asters and pink camellias — for longing, for the soft, aching kind of love that tiptoes around the edge of confession.

She took two rides.

Two painful rides.

Two long, aching rides through the city’s breathless gray sky as her head leaning against cold windows, eyes tracking strangers who passed too fast to remember.

She didn't mind the wait.

It made her relentless, muttering softly the words she memorize to say.

Hi, its been a long time

Hi, you hungr- no scratch that it's too casual.

Hey, its been a long time. It sounded like the first one though...

Hey, Sieun. How are you? I bought some doenjang jjigae...

Her legs ached from waiting, her bag was heavier than usual — not from weight, but from meaning.

Still, she clutched it like a promise.

The milk. The stew. The flowers.

The shared memories.

She imagined what must be his reaction, would he smile, say sorry. But she couldn't imagine anything...its been too long since she last saw him, talked to him.

The building stood tall, too tall, like a giant of cold stone and glass. She glanced up, and her nerves betrayed her, sending her heart into a rapid dance at each step she took felt like a dream, her body moving on its own while her mind stayed behind, watching — detached, unsure.

The doors loomed ahead, distant yet close, a threshold she couldn't cross fast enough. Her breath was shallow, a quiet tremor in her hands, but she continued as her fingers brushed the buzzer, cold and sharp against her skin.

She rang the doorbell with a trembling hand, rehearsing her lines in her head.

“Hey, it’s been a while… I brought dinner.”

All of the memorized scriptures all felt crumbling as the door opened.

To her dismay.

Not him.

It was his mother.

She never bowed that fast, “Annyeonghaseyo,” she said, bowing deeply. “Is Sieun here?” As the silence crept as she waited for her answer as she stood infront of her timidly like a twig.

“I’m his mother,” the woman replied warmly. “Who are you?”

But before she could reply, at the corner of her eye.

Its him.

Its really him, Sieun-ah.

Her breath caught. Her pulse slowed and quickened all at once.

Yeon Sieun.

Same cold eyes, same unreadable mouth. He paused when he saw her. She waited for something to soften. Anything.

Nothing, pure silence on words but just footsteps.

“Oh, Sieun-ah,” his mother turned to him, surprised. “Is she your friend? You didn’t tell me she was coming.” His mother waited for his reply and that was it.

He said it. And all she could hear was emptiness.

Her world crumbled, all of it.

“I don’t have any friends. I don’t know her.”

He said it so softly, but why does it hurt when its supposed to be soft— his tone.

The silence after was suffocating.

She didn’t cry. Not yet.

She smiled instead — bitter and tight, her lips trembling at the edges. “Oh. I’m sorry, ma’am. He’s not the Sieun I knew. I must have the wrong floor.” She bowed again, lower this time, a goodbye written in the bend of her back. Her eyes closed to let her tears inside.

And, she turned away. Without a word.

The hallway stretched like a punishment. She kept her head high, but her hands shook. The elevator dinged too loudly.

At the trash bin, she paused. She looked at her hand was the flowers, a bouquet of asters and pink camellias — longing a person my ass. Carefully, she placed the flowers inside — the petals already wilting, the ribbon curling like regret.

She rode the elevator down in silence.

She walked in silence, the food swinging rapidly as she walked, she don't care anymore if it spilled.

She was so hungry, so tired.

She sat on the bench of the bus stop, its 7 already.

She sat down, opened the container, and let the scent of doenjang jjigae wash over her. Her stomach clenched. She took a bite. And then another.

And then she cried — not softly, not prettily. Just full, shaking sobs into the sleeve of her coat, stew forgotten on her lap.

She ate alone.

She sobbed alone. She ate while sobbing, its so pathetic.

She felt like its all junior high all over again, eating on the bathroom. Alone.

The warmth of the soup was gone, and so was their friendship.

She remembered the photograph of the photobooth, she remembered it, every detail even if it wasn't with her.

He looked at her, like he almost could have loved her.

All of it was just a mere joke.

And all she had left was the taste of something they once shared — now hers, now hollow.

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"And then I text Bobby, make sure he's okay"

"Tommy, right?" Tommy turns to see a young woman, maybe early twenties. He had seen and met her briefly before.

"I don't know if you remember me from the medal ceremony? I'm Athena's daughter."

Tommy vaguely remembers, "Yeah, I-" her name is a month but he's blanking on which month. "I'm sorry, it's May or -"

She smiles, it's awkward and tight, but it's there as she goes to shake his hand. "It's May." She licks her lips and looks towards the direction of where Evan, Howie, Hen, and Eddie are standing at- they're in small group, their head bowed as they talk amongst themselves.

Tommy tries to give them space.

Bobby's wake is heavy and a lot all at once. Tommy tries hard to not cry and while he's giving Evan his space, he doesn't want to go too far.

"I'm sorry. About Bobby, I can already imagine how great of a step-father he was."

May nods, wiping away a few tears, "He was a great dad, I'm gonna miss him." She sighed, she looks over again. "I know it's none of my business, but are you and Buck together again?"

Tommy flinched, he looks down at his cup of water, unsure what they are or even if he could answer the question. "I rather not misinform you." He hopes it sounds diplomatic enough if it gets back to Evan that May asked him about their relationship status.

She sniffs, huffing out a soft laugh. "It's just-" she looks at Evan again, her brows furrowong with worry. "I know that Bobby saw Buck as his kid, and I know Buck saw Bobby as his dad."

Tommy knew that.

He knew what it was like to lose a parent.

He lost his mom.

He had seen people react to losing their parents during calls.

He saw Evan lose Bobby that night.

He watched the man he loved more than anyone breakdown in grief as he lost his father.

"I don't know if Buck has talked to you or the others about losing Bobby, I tried but he basically said it wasn't about him."

That has Tommy frowning now too.

He doesn't want to disclose what Evan has told him, he doesn't want to break Evan's trust and tell May that he's had to hold Evan as the other man sobbed till he fell asleep twice now.

"We've talked. He knows I'll be here for him as long as he needs." Tommy tells her softly.

"Good." May nods, "I-I know that Buck and I aren't close, but I-I just want to make sure he's okay."

Tommy hums in agreement, he notices that she hasn't stopped fidgeting since she approached him. "How are you holding up?" He asks her.

He sees May's eyes fill with tears and he quickly gives her a napkin from the table besides them that had a small serving of food and water.

"Thank you." Her voice sounds so wobbly and young that Tommy feels himself start to tear up. "I'll be okay," she sighs, "I'm just really worried about my mom. She isn't talking about what happened but I know her. I know she's angry about losing Bobby."

Tommy believes her, he had heard the others admit the same thing. Especially Howie, who was riddled with guilt about losing Bobby.

"She's probably not going to be in a mood to talk about what happened for a while, the best we can do right now is just be there for her and the others." Tommy tells her, he knows it's generic advice but it's the only thing that makes sense to him. He can't fix what happened, he can't make it all better.

He can't bring back Bobby.

As much as he wishes he could.

"I know." May tells him dishearteningly, blowing her nose on the napkin. "It's not fair." She admits in a small voice as she looks at her mom, Athena is consoling an older woman who Tommy thinks is Bobby's mom.

"None of this is fair." He agrees quietly.

-

There's pain radiating from his neck to his shoulders and he's pretty sure the cool damp spot he's feeling on his chest is from Evan drooling on him.

The living room is still pretty dark, but Tommy could see strays of light from the sun rising coming through the front window.

He squints at the timer on the DVD player.

It's just 6:38 am.

So they managed to sleep for at least 2 hours more.

Progress.

Evan had woken up from a nightmare. The same nightmare of losing Bobby and waking up in a panic.

This was the third time now and Tommy had used Evan’s phone of sending a text message to his therapist about booking an emergency session (with Evan's permission).

They had moved from their bedroom to the backyard to get some fresh air and drink some herbal tea and then moved to the living room.

He knew Evan slept better when they were cuddled together so he tried not to move despite the pain in his neck and shoulders.

He thought Evan was still asleep, but he heard the other man groan, his voice rough with sleep and pain as he asks Tommy, "What time issit?"

Tommy cards his fingers through Evan's sweaty curls, "Quarter to 7, almost." He presses his lips to Evan's hairline, believing the other man will just go back to sleep.

Instead Evan reaches over to the side table, the friction between them has Tommy gritting his teeth as Evan reaches over his head to grab his phone.

Tommy doesn't say anything but he can see Evan opening up his text messages and messaging Bobby.

'Hey, are you okay?'

Tommy doesn't say anything but he can see the message from the day before.

It's not a different number, Tommy knows that it's Bobby's number that responded back yesterday.

'Hey, are you okay?'

'I'm okay, Buck.'

He's not sure what to say or even ask as Evan lays his head down back on Tommy’s chest. The hand clutching the phone is splayed to the side and hanging off the couch.

Tommy knew about Evan messaging Bobby, it was something Evan started after coming out of a coma. It was something he did because, as Evan explained it, in the coma dream he couldn't save Bobby, so he needed to know that in reality Bobby was okay.

It was the first thing he did every morning since.

Now...

Evan's phone buzzed, and Tommy could only frown as Evan blearily looks as the screen.

'I'm okay, Buck.'

Evan huffs out in relief and let's his arm hang down again. There's a soft thud sound that Tommy knows is Evan dropping the phone.

"Athena's okay." He tells Tommy sleepily, there's an edge to his voice that Tommy knows is about nightmare.

Tommy clutches him and despite Evan's eyes are closed, he can see the tears clutching and falling from Evan's lashes and down his nose and cheeks.

-

"Hey."

"Hey."

Tommy passes a glass of lemonade to May as he sits next to her.

She looks at the glass and then at him, "Lemonade? Really? Tommy, I'm over 21."

Tommy purses his lips and tries not to smile as he take a sip of his own glass of lemonade. "I'm not giving the Sergent's kid alcohol. Even if the kid is an adult who has a degree from USC now."

May laughs, looking around the room at her graduation party. She had told her mom it wasn't necessary for them to celebrate her graduation.

But May figured the party was what was needed after coping with losing Bobby 8 months ago.

"How is he now?" May asks, nodding in the direction of Buck. He was standing with Athena and Michael and David, his face bright as whatever he was saying got the trio to laugh. Athena was clutching his arm, her head tilted back as Buck waved his hands excitedly around.

"Better." Tommy answers honestly. Evan was doing better, he still had rough days- days in where he would shut down and made Tommy worry.

But those days were getting farther in between now.

"How's Athena?"

May turns to him, smiling. "Better."

They look at Buck and Athena again, the two laughing together as David starts talking this time.

-

"Wasn't expecting to see you here, Buckley." Athena knows she sounds cold, but she can't help it. She's annoyed that Buck is here.

Buck isn't religious as far as she knew.

She had went to Bobby's church to feel something.

Anything besides anger and hurt.

Bobby's funeral was only a day ago.

She was going back to work tomorrow.

She needed to get her head back into the game by tonight.

She thought attending mass would make her feel better. She wasn't expecting to see a familiar head of curls sitting three pews in front of her.

"Wasn't expecting to be here." Buck admits, his voice is rough and Athena can hear the cracks in it. She looks at his face, his skin is blotchy and she sees how blood shot and teary eyed he looks.

She wasn't close to Buck.

But she knew how much Bobby loved him.

She knew how much Buck loved Bobby too.

She feels her lower lip wobble as she sits next to him.

"Is it helping?" She asks him, looking straight ahead because she knows she's close to breaking.

She doesn't want to break again.

"No." Buck admits tearfully, he sounds fed up. Athena still isn't looking at him but she hears him sniff. "I-I don't know, Bobby always relied on God to get through the bad days, I thought maybe if I came here-"

"That God could help you too?"

"Uh, no? I-I thought it could help me feel close to Bobby. I-whenever I had a bad day I would go to him."

Athena feels her eyes burn with tears again.

"Why are you here?" Buck asks her after awhile.

She feels herself become fidgety, her knee won't stop bouncing as she looks ahead still. "I figured coming here would bring me some peace for tomorrow." She answers half honestly.

She hears Buck scoff, "is it working?"

Athena feels herself tapping her nails against the pew, she feels tears start to fall. "No." She whispers as she realizes that despite her best efforts she breaking down again.

She feels Buck's arms go around her and she breaks more, clutching Buck's shirt as they both cry.

"I don't- I don't know how to move on from this, Buck."

"Me neither." He tells her once they pull apart, the crying was cathartic. Buck holds her hand tightly, needing something to ground him.

He looks nervous as he asks, "Uh, there's this thing. That I do with Bobby- did, I guess." He frowns as he corrects himself. He wipes away more tears as he tries to speak but his voice is horse. "I-I would message him, every-every morning and ask if he's okay."

Athena chuckles softly, she knew about Buck's early morning texts. How much Bobby adored it, it made him smile every morning.

"I know." She tells him, waiting for his point.

"I-I was wondering, maybe I -I could text message you now? I-I don't know when you're planning on sto-"

"Not yet."

Athena knows it silly to keep paying for Bobby's phone line but she can't do it yet.

"Sooo, maybe I can text message Bobby and you- you could answer?"

Athena looks at him.

Buck hangs his head down, his laugh sounds so self-deprecating to her own ears.

"Yeah, I know, stupid-"

She squeezes his hand, "I think it sounds like a great idea, Buck."

She knows that Buck has the 118, Maddie, and Tommy.

She has her kids and Michael has been there for her, so has Anne and Charlie.

But Buck was special to Bobby.

He was his kid.

And Athena didn't want to lose that part of Bobby.

Buck knew he wasn't Bobby's family, not officially. But he wanted to be. He wanted to make sure that the people Bobby loved where okay, but he also wanted to be apart of their lives. He wanted to have something to still tie him to Bobby.

Athena allowing him to be there meant the world to him. It meant he was really a part of Bobby's family.

"You going to be okay?"

"Getting there, you?

"Getting there too."

[ynbabe]

Be Untrainable ୨୧ Rookies+grid x Male! Driver! Reader

The one where the rookies are menaces and somehow the worst culprit? Y/n L/n, i.e. the 4 times Y/n caused his Pr manager to cry and the 0 times he got into trouble for it.

It was gonna be 5 but I decided that part could be a standalone with reader x franco so lemme know if yall wanna read that.

F1 was sacred, it was also a battle ground and what would a war be without its soldiers. Unfortunately the youngest, the futures of the prestigious sport, were absolute menaces that couldn’t be media trained by even the best.

The rookies were all walking around, excited for the race, the Australian gp. Interrupting their gossip, an interviewer stopped them, flashing a mic and camera in their faces before they were prepared.

“Hello rookies!” The man started, and the rookies smirked at eachother, interrupting their sacred gossip time could only mean one thing- chaos.

“Uh, hi!” Y/n answered for the group, jumping from behind hanging his arms around Ollie and Jack.

“Oh, hello! Y/n L/n, the boy of the hour!” The mic was shoved to him. “So there’s rumours around that you’ll be sitting out the practice sessions?” He asked vying for scandal and if it was scandal he wanted scandal he was going to get.

Y/n pulled down his shades just a bit, signature smirk on his lips, “oh yes, I’m out for paternity leave!” He laughed, startling everyone around him. The interviewer was awkward not knowing if he hit a gold mine or if he had to shut the camera.

“Paternity?” He asked for clarification.

“Oh yea- Ollie’s the mum,” he nudged Ollie’s hips with his making the rookies cackle and the interviewer peeved.

“OI!” Ollie yelled, “what gender roles are we pushing here?!” He looked from the group to the camera, a fake pout on his face.

The group was uncontrollable at this point, only boldened further by Y/n.

“Who else, sweetheart, you know you’re the only one for me!” He fake kissed, Ollie moving last minute to not let it land on his lips, “what!? Oh come on-”

Gabriel pushed y/n calling him out, Isack yelled over all the voices, “Y/n you’d be a dad many times over if it was possible, yea- Salope!”

Your eyes widened pushing him back, and looked to the camera like it was your own show rather than an interview, “he called me a slut! Did you get that! That was slut in French, right?” You looked around for confirmation.

The interview looked done by this point, scoffing and rolling his eyes, when Kimi waved his hands as if to clear the air, “he has-eh- what do you call in English? Wisdom removal?” More laughter, “Yea! Wisdom teeth removal!” He answered looking proud of himself.

The group had moved on and the interviewer asked to cut the camera.

The next day the clip had gone viral, and Y/n only added to the fire.

ynlnunofficial

ynlnunofficial THEY TOOK MY FUCKIN TEETH- also thanks @/olliebearmen for driving me and giving me a beautiful daughter 🥹😂

userone omg whose child is that 😭

usertwo these rookies don’t play man tfym they actually got a child for the bit-

userthree HELLO? are we sure they aren’t actually dating? Cause wdym he drove him after his wisdom tooth removal

jackdohaan DID YOU STEAL A CHILD

olliebearman NO-

ynlnunofficial YES (it’s his niece) unfortunately I can’t get him pregnant

userfour BRO WHAT 💀

charlesleclerc I am too young to be a grandfather- Oliver explain yourself!

olliebearman uh- I- @/ynlnunofficial!

ynlnunofficial I was joking I swear! Pls don’t tell my pr manager😭🙏

The next time was after the race, Kimi had a spectacular race and the rest of you? Well most had shunted into the wall and you? You had to be sent to the medics, the crash opening the stitches from your surgery, making you bleed from your mouth.

As usual, podcasters and pandits had a lot to say about that. Calling you and the rest of the rookies failed investments, unfit and even some going as far as useless. For you, one woman had even gone as far as calling you dangerous.

“Well, if he focuses more on driving rather than opening his mouth, there wouldn’t be blood or his foot in it right now, ” she’d said, “he’s dangerous! Today it’s him bleeding, tomorrow it’s someone else!” She continued. Y/n tried not to take it to heart, after all, the best drivers were called dangerous, and he had a long career ahead of him, right? Well, no time to ponder life when you had to go to Kimi’s party, well technically it was Lando’s party but rookies gonna support rookies.

kimiantonelli has posted a story

(a thirty-second clip of Y/n and Lando dancing closely and taking shots, pulling each other close and jumping to the music and Y/n turning towards Kimi and flashing a card to the screen pointing to it and screaming, making Kimi and others scream behind the camera as well)

kimiantonelli drinks on Lando for rest of the night!!

ynlnunoffcial

ynlnunoffcial Lando appreciation post + rookie after party!!

landonorris WHY IS THERE A 5000 CHARGE ON MY CARD??

ynlnunofficial ASK LIAM! HE WANTED CHAMPANGE

liamlawson Y/N TOLD ME HE WAS PAYING

ynlnunoffcial KIMI TOLD ME TO TAKE LANDOS CARD

kimiantonelli YOU HAD TO JOIN CREDIT FRAUD CLUB!

landonorris YOU DIDNT HAVE TO DO SHIT!?

userfive mind you, this post is after he stole his card.

usersix this is why he's dangerous!! This is a crime! He shouldn't even be a driver

userfive stfu obviously its a joke, do you think lando would be talking to him if he was actually pissed?

maxverstappen thank you for the g&t's y/n- i mean Lando 😂

ynlnunofficial OMG MAX- i mean you're welcome

landonorris woooowww im telling zak

You had gotten some backlash over the card 'theft', but hey, it was Kimi's idea, so you weren't the only one on the chopping block. Unfortunately, EVERYONE loved Kimi, and while you had a cult following, people definitely didn't like you like they loved the Italian.

After that night, Max had invited you on his jet, an invitation that had got you jumping in your room with joy till you realised you were still violently hungover and had to run to the washroom.

Max was your hero, and everyone had noticed, while most rookies said their idols were Micheal Schumacher or Lewis, you were the opposite; it was always Sebastian, Mark or Max. Your love for Red Bull ran deep, noticable by anyone, and the minute you could get that seat, you were going to jump. Fortunately, it didn't cause much tension between you, Liam and Isack, though.

On the flight, it was you, Max, Liam, and Lando. Yuki and Isack choosing to take their own travel.

You were practically vibrating with excitement. This was Max! Max Verstappen, 4 time world champion and an absolute legend and your idol, and he invited you to travel with him! How could you not be excited?

Liam knew about your slight obsession with Max, choosing to tease you about it on the way over.

“You’re just jealous that after today he’ll be my grid dad,” you puffed your chest with pride making Liam stutter.

“Wh-what? Absolutely not! He’s no one’s grid dad! He’s 26 and why would I be jealous?” He looked like an angry penguin, if penguins could even look angry.

You bounded up the private jets stairs, “See! You’re already jelly- he’s my grid father now, blondie, SUCK IT-” you yelled as you walked, Liam following you shaking his head, looking up to god as if asking ‘why me, man? Why me?’

“You are insane-” he’d begun when he saw you sitting right next to Max, where he’d usually sit, but was interrupted by Lando.

“I agree, Max why is this absolute menace on our plane?” He asked out loud with a grin, showing there was no real heat behind his words.

Max looked at the man across him, amused, “Our plane? I think you mean my plane, that I so graciously allow you on? For free?” He deadpanned, making Lando wave his hands.

“Tomato, potato-” he stopped himself to shake Liam’s hand, where Y/n had forced Max to move so he could sit in the window seat, Liam, even though younger had accepted his aisle seat.

“So, menace, what brings you to Air Max, today?” He smiled at the rookie, who looked like a puppy on caffeine- an unhealthy amount of redbull if Liam had to guess.

The younger blonde had begun to answer when he was promptly kicked, “Free travel and I’ve never been in a private jet before,” he answered animatedly.

He looked around nervously as the plane took off, clutching the arm rests making the rest of the men laugh.

“Aww are you scared!?” Liam cooed, making the rest laugh and Y/n scowl.

“Man, shut up-” he grabbed on harder when some turbulence hit, “it my first time flying without my dad, okay?” You felt like a 10 year old again, not missing the soft looks of pity the older men cast at you.

Thankfully, a stewardess came by with a cart full of drinks, the majority of them being different flavours of Red Bull. You jumped with excitement, both Liam and Max pushing you back in your seat. Lando and you looking at them in surprise.

“Wha-“ you’d begun but Liam interrupted you this time.

“No you gremlin, you’ve already have five!” He yelled, making Lando gasp.

“Five?” He asked,

“Five!” Liam replied like it was a musical.

Y/n looked to Max with pleading eyes, hoping the other redbull addict would understand, but nope.

“Sorry, kid, your Pr manager already told me not not to let you have any, apparently you become a ‘safety risk’ and she doesn’t have time for another ‘international incident’ whatever that means.” He shrugged.

But Y/n was relentless, he pulled his best Leo Leclerc impression, “but you have the new summer edition, the people need to know my thoughts! Think of the people, Maxie!” You yelled.

Lando had a matching glint in his eyes, happy that the target would now be someone else, “Yea, Max, think of the people.”

Max was about to give in, but looking at the panicked look in Liam’s eyes and the strong shaking of his head told him he’d have to listen to authority on this one. He told to stewardess to get them all some water much to Lando’s and y/n’s chagrin.

It turned out to be a blessing in disguise (for y/n atleast,) because when he fell asleep half way through the flight, knees to his chest, head in between his knees, Max couldn’t help his paternal instincts.

“Oh my god, he looks like donut,” he whispered, making the others look at him weirdly, “like Donatello, my cat,” Lando gasped.

“HE DOES-” he yelled, Max immediately shushing him.

“You are going to wake the kid!” He hissed quietly, placing his much larger jacket around the boy. Y/n, who seemed to notice the disturbance, moved but didn’t wake up, instead resting his head on Max’s shoulder. The older man stayed still instead of waking him up.

Liam’s eyes widened, “No fucking way- that Bastard- he actually did it-” he said to himself.

Lando, on the other hand, was taking pics, much to Max’s annoyance.

landonorris

landonorris @/maxverstappen has a new cat @/ynlnunoffical

landonorris just want everyone to know their favouraite war criminal is actually a softie

userseven lol which criminal Max or y/n?

landonorris Max mans didn't move an inch for five hours cause 'the kid's asleep'

userseven omg lando replied to me!! also omg Max and y/n 🥹

liamlawson I was also on the flight???

ynlnunofficial HAH get replaced bitch Max is MY GRID DAD NOW

liamlawson YOURE AN ADULT!!

ynlnunofficial told you you'd be jelly

liamlawson can you just be normal pls

ynlnunofficial @/maxverstappen @/charlesleclerc dad, mom- liam's bullying me!!

charlesleclerc why am i here? and why am i the mother?

usereight omg i love this kid so much

usernine pls their comments are killing me 😭 Liam's getting the full younger sibling experience.

userten not lando calling Y/n a cat 😂

Races weren’t going good. Australia was ofcourse the rookie killer, in the next your tires decided they didn’t want be tires anymore, the third was going well till Nico wanted to feel gravel… and take you with him and Bahrain? Well atleast nothing happened there but you didn’t get points. No where near actually. Hate was at an all time high, one mistake and you were dangerous again. Jay walking? Put him jail, messing around with your friends? You’re a distraction trying to sabotage their races. Post? You’re more focused on being an influencer than a driver.

Everything was getting too much, so of course, you could only think of one thing.

You ran to gather the rookies, Ollie and Kimi were ready, Isack, Jack and Gabi even more so, but Liam looked like you'd dragged him out of bed (you had).

“Men, today were gathered here for a holy purpose-” you began, trying to look as priestly as you could.

“I’d like to go back to bed!” Liam yelled, making Isack shush him, which caused them to start fighting between eachother.

“SILENCE!” You whisper-shrieked, “as I was saying, we’re here on a mission- a mission to steal Leo Leclerc-” another interruption.

“WHAT?” Barked(ironic huh?) Liam, trying to get others to see the stupidity in your actions.

Fortunately, everyone else was just as insane, “no no, let him speak,” said Jack,

“He’s got a point,” shrugged Gabi.

And that’s how there were seven of you outside Charles Leclerc’s room (curtesy of Ollie, of course.)

You heard the water running inside and knew this was the moment.

“fuuuuuckkkk-” you let you, dragging your hands down your face to everyone’s surprise, “the door?” You pointed out to everyone, their faces immediately accepting the information and falling with defeat.

“Well I guess we can go back to bed now,” Liam smirked, happy you looked pissed off.

Gabriel stepped ahead, shoving Liam making him falter, “not so fast,” he cracked his knuckles and pulled a card out his pocket. Everyone’s eyes widened as it actually opened the door.

You were astonished, “wha- how?” Everyone around was in the same shock. You looked into Gabi’s eyes and saw a whole new man looking back… a whole new bunch of opportunities too.

“Don’t look at me like that, I’m not telling you shit!” He whispered into a cackle as the pushed the handle down.

“If I didn’t want to kiss you right now,” you muttered, pushing him.

The scene was almost comical, seven rookies with their heads peaking through the door, stacked with a Scooby doo scene, and one Leo Leclerc gnawing on what looked like… a sock?

“Psst, pssst, here doggy-” Isack called making the dog look up and honest to God roll his eyes.

Jack smacked him from above,“ he’s a dog, idiot,”

You shushed them both, “none of you are doing this right,” you said pulling out a strip of bacon from breakfast, making Kimi bellow you squirm.

“How long that has been in your pockets?” He asked revolted.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” You winked before turning to Leo, still chewing on the sock, “Leo, look what I have! It’s bacon! Doggies love bacon!” You waved it in the air to nothing but a huff and judgmental look… from more than just the dog. “Bougie ahh dog what does Charles feed you-” you began to complain when the shower stopped.

Suddenly everything was completely still- you could see the dust particles fall, and the shallow breathing of the boys above you. You were all currently peeping into Charles Leclercs room-without invitation- right as he was coming out the shower!

Then everything moved, you fell to the ground, trying to shield Kimi from the weight of six others, when you saw a blond run out in front of you and run out a second later. The door closed as fast and quiet as possible and then you all were running back to your room. Panting and staring in surprise.

“What. Happened!?” Ollie screeched, looking at you, and for the first time, you didn’t have an answer.

Then there was a yip, then silence… then jumping on Liam- half to scream about him finally getting involved and the other to get Leo.

ynlnunoffcial

ynlnunoffcial BOYS SLEEPOVERRR + Leo for emotional support @/charlesleclerc you should get him therapy certified atp

charlesleclerc THATS WHERE LEO IS??? I THOUGH I LOST HIM I CRIED

maxverstappen its true he called me

ynlnunoffcial in our defence were about to kill ourselves 😫

liamlawson don't let that picture fool you, kimi and y/n slept for exactly five (5) mins

olliebearman mate i usually love pillow fightsThe- THESE IDIOTS WERE FIGHTING A PILLOW WAR

isackhadjar just to let everyone know my football team won

ynlnunoffcial just to let everyone know Leo chose me (1st pic is proof)

usertwelve THEY STOLE LEO??

Usertwo man why are yall shirtless (my girls on here man chill)

userone bro forget your girl im ovulating

userthree youre literally a man 💀

userfour talking about teenagers btw-

The sleepover had gone wonderfully, and everyone was a bit more relaxed. Leo had chosen to sleep in Ollie's lap after being cuddled by you all night (between the pillow fights).

There was only the quiet hum of the TV, with the occasional TikTok, when there was a loud banging on your door.

"OPEN THE DOOR!" A monacan voice yelled.

"OH SHIT" yelled seven others.

[makis-eyebrows]

Hidden Treasure

Charles shows much of his life on social media and so on. But what happens when fans find out that for the past four years, he's been a father?

For Charles Leclerc, Monaco Was Home — and Home Meant Family.

But not the family the public knew about.

Very few people knew that Charles had a daughter, a bright-eyed, sweet-spirited little girl named Y/n, who was now four years old.

His teammates knew. Some of the paddock knew.

But beyond that?

It was one of the best-kept secrets in Formula 1.

And that’s exactly how Charles wanted it.

He had promised himself — and Y/n’s mom — Alexandra — their daughter would grow up normal. No flashing cameras in her face. No strangers yelling her name. No pressure, no judgment, no world constantly watching her every move like they did with him.

To the public, Charles was just a young driver, dating a beautiful girl, chasing world championships.

The truth was much deeper, much more precious.

Until One Afternoon in Monaco.

It was supposed to be a normal Sunday.

A walk along the harbor. Ice cream. Laughing at the ducks.

Charles carried Y/n on his shoulders, her tiny hands curled tightly into his hair. Alexandra strolled beside them, laughing at something silly Y/n had said.

But somewhere in the busy Monaco streets, a fan with a sharp eye and a quicker phone caught them.

One photo.

Posted online.

"Is that a kid?? Charles has a DAUGHTER??"

Within hours, it spread like wildfire across Twitter, Instagram, Reddit — everywhere.

Speculation. Theories. Wild guesses about her name, her age, her mother.

Some were kind.

Some were not.

Charles only found out because Pierre Gasly texted him a screenshot.

Pierre:

Mate… you might wanna check Twitter. Like, NOW.

Charles’s heart dropped. He immediately checked — and sure enough, his worst fear was unfolding.

Fans were digging. Some were trying to find Y/n’s school. Others were asking about his girlfriend.

It was spiraling — fast.

The Next Day, Charles Took Control.

He sat in front of his phone, started a livestream, and spoke calmly, but firmly:

"Bonjour, everyone... I normally don’t address things like this, but today I have to."

"Yes, the little girl in the photo is my daughter, Y/n."

"I made the choice to keep her private because... she deserves a childhood without cameras in her face, without strangers knowing her every move. She is the most important thing in my life — but she is not a public figure. She’s a child. My child."

He paused, emotion flickering behind his eyes.

"I’m asking — no, I'm begging — for her privacy to be respected. Please. She's innocent in all this."

"I share my racing, my career, even a part of my personal life with you all. But Y/n deserves a world that is safe and small, where she can grow up making mistakes, playing in the park, going to school, without being watched."

"Thank you to those who have supported me quietly all these years. Thank you for understanding."

He ended it there — no drama, no room for debate.

Just a father protecting his daughter.

In the Background

Drivers sent their support privately:

Lewis Hamilton:

Proud of you, man. Protect her at all costs.

Carlos Sainz:

Always here for you. She’s lucky to have you.

Sebastian Vettel (even though he had retired):

Family first, always. You're doing the right thing, Charles.

George Russell:

Well said. She doesn’t need a world full of cameras, just a dad who loves her. And she has that.

Meanwhile, at Home

Y/n didn’t understand the full situation.

All she knew was that Papa was a little sad today.

She padded into the living room in her tiny socks, clutching her favorite stuffed bunny.

“Papa?” she said quietly. “Why are you sad?”

Charles smiled softly, kneeling down to her level.

“Because I love you so much, mon amour. And sometimes... the world is a little noisy.”

Y/n tilted her head in that curious way she always did.

“Do we need to wear earmuffs?” she asked seriously.

Charles laughed — real, full, heart-mending laughter — and scooped her into his arms.

“Maybe we do,” he whispered into her hair.

“But no matter how noisy the world gets, I'll always be right here.”

Because to Charles Leclerc, there was no trophy, no pole position, no crowd that mattered more... than his little girl.

I just wanted to post this cuz why not? It's cute though.

I was really thinking of making my first story a series but I'm not really sure as yet so... I don't know. Ideas?

Also, I want to start doing so F1 SMAUs and it doesn't even have to be one of the drivers being a father. They can be a partner, brother, you name it. So you can request if you want, their always open :)

That's Gang Gang out!!!!♡

[pricesprincess]

can i get a cherry pie with the main dessert being rock candy and an iced coffee to drink!!

18+ explicit smut + you're soaps daughter + age gap + daddy kink + he spits on your pussy + tagging dubcon because they are both a little tipsy + soft degradation mixed with praise + 1.9k wc

how did I know you'd ask for cherry lmaoo and iced coffee also the ending is ass so I apologize fxkne I fear I am getting worse at ending stories lmaoo - prompts

Your throat felt dry even as you gulped down the watered-down drink, the burn of alcohol softened by the ice that mingled in with the booze. "Are you actually doing it?!" Your best friend squealed next to you, her manicured fingers wrapping around your arm, most likely stopping you from making a fool out of yourself in the pub.

Simon Ghost Riley sat at the bar, his drink halfway gone as he stared up at the TV, his mask pulled down at times for him to take a sip before watching the game unfold on the glowing screen above the bartender's head, who bounced back and forth. "Yes! I am." You huffed.

She let go and held both hands up as if to say, "not my circus, not my monkeys," because you both knew that either way, when you told Simon how you felt about him, your dad's best friend, it could either end with him telling Johnny or taking you back home, and you hoped for the second option. With your head held high, you made your way through the crowd, feeling the sweaty bodies spit you out finally.

In a somewhat slightly alcohol-fueled haze of confidence, you straddled the chair next to Simon, who didn't even turn to look at you, but you knew he glanced at you from the corner of his eyes. "Little MacTavish." He murmured, his accent thick and almost biting.

"Not little."

Simon made a noise that sounded like a grunt, but you couldn't be sure. "Little to me." That made you laugh a little and look at him, then at his drink, before tapping the side of it and looking at the bartender.

"One of your friends dare you to buy me a drink?" He asked as you took his old glass and downed it in a single swallow before you licked your lips and shook your head. Simon is handsome, tall, rugged, and full of scars and stories you were desperate to know more of.

You didn't even meet him or any of your father's friends until you were old enough to realize that your mother kept you from Johnny trying to be a dad to you. He had wanted to be in your life, but she kept him away, stating that she could do a good enough job, and you couldn't help but wonder what your life would be like now if she didn't.

There was no time to ponder that right now, though.

"Nope." You popped the p and swiveled on the chair to look at him, your eyes sweeping over his large frame and settled onto his eyes that locked with yours. "I came over to ask if I could take you home."

Simon's hand paused, his new drink you just bought hovered in the air as you waited, your fingers drummed against the oak, watching as he put the glass down and blew out a breath. "You're a bold one, mh?"

You smiled and shrugged. "Like father, like daughter."

"Don't say that again."

That made you giggle and scoot closer; your fingers rested on his arm as you leaned in with a wicked gleam in your eyes. "So?"

"So."

"Are you going to make me ask you again?"

Your voice dipped lower, laden with a sizzling desire under it, as you pressed closer against his, who didn't waste another second and threw down some cash before he stood up, tall like a willow tree, and took your wrist. Then he guided you to the back door, your feet stumbling trying to keep up with him as you waved at your friend.

Outside it was quieter; the dull roar of conversations and glasses clinking together was left behind the heavy thud of the door shutting, which pushed you into Simon's back, your face mushed against his leather jacket that smelled like oil and cigarettes.

Two scents that are the world's biggest turnoff, but on him, they were almost an aphrodisiac. You hummed and wrapped your arms around his waist when you moved to stand next to him. "My flat is around the corner." You told him with a slight squeeze that made him huff.

He was a quiet man.

Even on the walk home, you tried to get him to open up, but his replies were only one or two words at most. "I'm sure I have a condom that will fit you." You announced with a slight bounce as you reached your door and looked at him with a grin.

"Might need a tarp." His humor was a bit dry, but it still made you laugh and pull him inside your small flat, where you kicked your shoes off and hung up your purse before you grabbed your phone to text your friend and check her location, which showed her at home.

Simon followed after you when you went into the kitchen to grab two beers, popping the tops before giving him one. "I have plastic wrap that could work, or if you haven't fucked in a while like me, just pull out. I don't think my dad is ready to become a grandpa just yet."

The thought of himself becoming a father at his age was enough to make Simon's chest flutter. He had made sure he didn't become one for a few good reasons, but the thought of seeing Soap's face when he tells him he got his daughter pregnant would be priceless.

You giggled at him standing there in your kitchen that was decorated in soft pastels; he looked like a dark cloud standing against the white puffy clouds threatening to rain on the day.

No more time was wasted.

As soon as you set your beer down, you sauntered over to Simon and stood in front of him, your fingers trailing up his chest, over his shirt, to test how he felt, and when his hands settled on your waist to tug you closer, you pulled back and slid your palms under his shirt.

"You have big tits." You laughed and buried your face in them, groaning as his palms slid down your sides to the curve of your ass that he squeezed in both hands, pulling you flush against him.

"Not tits. Pecs. Now, these," Simon slowly dragged his warm touch under your shirt, hearing how your breath hitched when his fingers skimmed the bare flesh of your belly and up to your chest. "are tits."

He squeezed them, knowing what his good friend would say about this. Groping his fucking daughter and pinching the sweet, tight buds of your nipples to hear those sighs of pleasure had his cock throbbing. Which you could feel pressed against your belly.

"Do you like my tits?" You asked with that wicked grin and stepped out of his arms to grab the bottom hem of your shirt and tug it off to let it pool on the floor, letting him get a real good look.

Silence and heat filled the small kitchen as he stepped forward, blocking out the light from his height. "Love them. They'd look good covered in cum too." He told you with a raspy tone that made your cunt flutter around nothing; his voice was rocks smothered in honey.

Dark brown eyes dropped to your tits until you turned and beckoned him down the hallway to your bedroom, where you pushed the door open and walked backwards until you plopped on the bed.

Simon filled out the doorway of your bedroom, where he watched you lean back, propping your feet on the edge of the mattress to spread your legs, your short skirt bunched up and showcased your panties.

Silk, dark blue with a wet patch that grabbed his attention.

It didn't take him long to join you where he stood between your spread legs. "It ain't goin' to suck itself." You knew what he meant.

You grinned and leaned forward to pop his button and unzip his jeans before pulling them down to his thick, hairy thighs that you peppered in kisses until your lips were pressed against his bulge that you licked and kissed over the fabric of his boxers, whinging his name.

He didn't pull you away until the front of his underwear was slick with spit that bridged from your lips to him. You cupped him and then slowly pulled the band of his boxers down, watching his aching cock spring free, fat and so fucking thick it made you swallow the lump in your throat. "Wot? Think you can't take it?" Simon rasped.

"I know I can." You shot back and wrapped your fingers around his pulsing shaft, feeling the warm silk of his dick, hot and heavy in your palm, and your fingers couldn't shut fully around him, and the base was covered in thick but trimmed-up blonde hair and a fat sack.

It truly made you drool.

He watched as you leaned forward and took a tentative lick up the underside of him before you were kissing each inch, then you slowly parted your lips with a teasing glint in your eyes that stayed locked to his face as you took him in your mouth, tasting him. Salt and musk.

It drove you feral.

Your head bobbed up and down once you got used to how your mouth stretched around him, your hand still jerking him off while you slobbered on the head, going halfway down until you gagged and sputtered, making him chuckle and guide you back down on him.

Simon didn't push your head; he just held his palm on top of your skull, mesmerized with how you look so pretty choking on his cock.

He let you have your fun, and he didn't want to blow his load over your cute face or even let you swallow it. No, Simon wanted to see it covering the soft lips of your pussy, where it belonged.

You gasped and pouted when he pulled you off and pushed you on your back before kneeling on the bed to hook his fingers in your panties once your legs were spread obscenely wide with him there.

"Goin' to wrap these around my cock later." Simon pocketed the fabric and traced your slit, making you jump and gasp; your fingers curled in your sheets as the image burned a hole in your mind.

Thick fingers gathered your slick and rubbed it over the swollen flesh of your cunt before he pushed in slightly just to feel your hole flutter around him, paired with that sweet fucking whine of yours.

Before you could guess what he was doing, Simon thrust two digits in your soaked cunt with a filthy wet squelch that made you look away. "Oh, now we're shy? You weren't shy askin' to take me home."

You gasped, back arching when his thumb played with your clit, and despite the wet mess between your thighs, Simon spat on your pussy, the thick glob landing right where his fingers pumped in and out.

"The family's precious little girl. Under me like a slut." Simon murmured watching the way your eyes dilated when he said that and judging by the way your cunt hugged him tight, he knew you loved it.

Using that advantage, Simon dipped his head down and kissed you, devouring the whimper that was squeezed from your throat. "Daddy."

That word made the entire room spin as your eyes flew open and you began stammering an apology that was only shushed by Simon.

"Shh, Daddy's here to take care of you."

[4ranghaes]

dad!bnd ~ their kids

ot5 bnd x reader [fluff, fem!reader] (in theory lol this is actually just headcanons)

a/n: just plagued with dad!bnd recently and i wanted to share my specific headcanons of them as dads and of their kids💓💓

sungho🎀

is the no.1 encourager of his children all the time, in whatever they do he’ll support it all. plays really well with his sons, and absolutely adores his daughter to the end of the earth. had children quite early and his sons close together, and kyunghee was a surprise a few years later…

(there’s not a specific reason i chose for sungho to name his kids these names i just think they fit sungho’s vibe lol !! but namgi/남기 can mean masculine foundation which i thought was cool for the eldest son, then changmin/창민 can mean good and strong, and kyunghee/경희 can mean honour and beauty :3)

- namgi - resembles sungho when he was young, wears thick glasses, a sweet quiet boy, with quite a nerdy personality

- changmin - looks more like older sungho, short hair, more athletic, facially more like his mum, but inherited sungho’s natural muscle

- kyunghee - SO pretty, has sungho’s fox-like eyes and soft features, long black hair, such a sweet, loving personality

riwoo🍡🦦

so proud, always bragging about his children to anyone who will listen. knows all their preferences at any time. mostly looks at them lovingly from afar and only gets involved with playing and stuff when they ask. had kids a bit later than the other members, once he was absolutely sure he wouldn’t mess up.

(their names have fresh meanings of glass (yuri/유리) (but also in hanja means bringing kindness), and dew (wooseul/우슬) also yuri wooseul >~<)

- yuri - loves dance, often dressed in sporty style, mid-length hair, has riwoo’s eyes and strong nose, wears glasses

- wooseul - has a bob, very shy but confident, has riwoo’s eyes but looks more like her mum overall

jaehyun🪻🐕

always on the verge of tears because of how much he loves them and how proud of them he is, giving them so much praise and plays often. he’s number 1 girl dad and won’t have anyone say anything about ‘being outnumbered’ or ‘still trying for that boy?’. all the girls are close together in age cause he wanted them to remain friends.

(their names all have flower meanings!!! jangmi/장미 is rose, nari/나리 is lily, and dongbaek/동백 is camellia!! also dongbaek is a pretty unusual name but its korea’s official flower..just a note lol😭)

- jangmi - very hip/street style, has a short black bob, long-ish cat-shape eyes, and jae’s pretty cupids bow!!!!

- nari - so cute, big boba eyes and soft features just like her dad (looks the most like jae), curly hair, uneven teeth (and the most beautiful smile ever)

- dongbaek - big curly hair, but overall looks more like her mum, BUT has myungjae’s smile. like just transforms into her dad when she smiles. also loves producing music

taesan🎸🐈‍⬛

just the best dad ever. he loves being a dad and is equal parts rational, protective and loving when it comes to his kids. talks with them so often, and i think his family would be very close overall. had kids quite young cause he’s always known he wants a family. the kids are very close in age, but that more has to do with taesan wanting to get you pregnant than anything to do with the kids…

(their names are all unusual with traditional meanings, cause i figured if dongmin liked the name taesan, he’d like those types of names!! baekho/백호 means white tiger, seulgi/슬기 means wisdom, and deoksu/덕수 means moral and prosperous)

- baekho - quite sporty and masculine, has short hair with tae’s natural reddy brown colour, facially has more of his mum’s features than taesan’s but his laugh is exactly the same as his dads

- seulgi - the SHINIEST big brown eyes!! has big lips like her dad too, probably has the most resemblance to tae but also is still very feminine, with long brown hair

- deoksu - very much inherits his dad’s interest of rock and music in general, i see him wearing thick glasses a lot, has shaggy black hair, and taesan’s eyes, but apart from that looks like his mum

leehan🪸🐠

a very chill dad, but his heart is actually bursting from afar, and that’s all he’d talk about to you and the boys: how much he loves and how proud he is of his kids. really good at playing with them bc of his imagination, and they help raise his fish >~< i think there’d be a semi-big age gap between the kids (7) because leehan’s so happy with just his little girl but when she gets old enough she starts asking for a sibling and whose leehan to deny his daughter’s wishes?!?!

(hehe i chose these names with the thought of the character su/수 in hanja having a water-based meaning, so sua/수아 in this instance means child of the water, and haesu/해수 means ocean water!!)

- sua - just so beautiful, looks quite a lot like her dad with the eyes/eye smile and lips, other features are her mum’s, and has a lot of moles

- haesu - curly hair !! also has a LOT of resemblance to his dad, with the eyes, straight eyebrows, big lips, i think he’d have a very cutesy image

[abbysimsfun]

Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 179 (Saving Nancy Landgraab)

cw: mentions death in childbirth

Nancy Landgraab should have been the best ballerina the world had ever seen. Encouraged from a young age by her mother, Queenie, she fell in love with the graceful yet aerobic dance and put her life into it.

After the death of her mother during the birth of her younger brother, Johnny, ballet was the only place she found true comfort. She could honour the memory of her mother and avoid the nannies who stood in for her absent father.

Chester Landgraab had little interest in his daughter - his son, Johnny, would carry on the family name, after all. When she asked to shadow him at Landgraab Corp. for Career Day presentations at school, he scoffed at her. "Your best contribution to the family will be to marry well. Someone whose business we can buy out after the wedding."

Chester thought he was clever and interesting, but Nancy disagreed. Her gilded life was a cage, and she turned to her beloved ballet whenever she felt like her life was nothing but a curse.

She resented her brother because their mother died giving birth to him. She never wanted a sibling to begin with, and Johnny was an annoying little clown. Every time she looked at him, she remembered what she lost. Johnny couldn't even remember their mother. He'd never understand how she felt, and she never got close to him because of it.

Two things got Nancy through high school - ballet, and Geoffrey Bridgers. The outgoing goofball seemed the furthest kind of man from her own father, and she fell hard for him their senior year.

But not even Geoffrey could protect her from injury. Her broken ankle ended her ballet dream in its tracks. She would never headline Swan Lake at the San My Philharmonic, and a part of herself died when the bones broke.

She hadn't felt like this since her mother's death, and her father wouldn't even try to understand her. "Go to college," he said. "You'll meet a good man there."

Chester didn't like Geoffrey Bridgers. The man came from new money - his dad had a small engineering startup the Landgraabs really didn't need. Chester understood real estate, and it was a valuable empire. He never seriously entertained diversification.

But post-ballet Nancy Landgraab turned her focus to the family business. She couldn't bear to see Johnny turn it into a mockery, and she had an aptitude for it.

But Chester wouldn't listen, so Nancy ran away.

She was legally an adult when she left for the desert, hoping to find work in a dance revue in the gambling district of Oasis Springs. She would never be a professional ballerina, but she could handle being a chorus girl. If she couldn't be Landgraab Corp.'s CEO, she wanted to dance.

The Fortunas Casino Royale was big and flashy and had the best dance revue on the strip, but their dance roster was full. Management offered Nancy the chance to serve on the casino floor as a cocktail waitress. She wanted to be first on the list when auditions opened next time, so she took the job. She hated it.

But even though she was miserable, she was stubborn. She wouldn't tell anyone where she was - not that anyone cared to ask. Except Geoffrey.

Chester was convinced his disappearing daughter was going through a phase. If he knew she was working as a cocktail waitress, he probably would have told her to meet a rich gambler and become his trophy wife. That's all her mother Queenie ever was to Chester, anyway.

But Geoffrey wasn't like Chester. He wasn't obsessed with wealth and status and loved Nancy because he saw the girl hiding inside her protective shell. When he finally found her in Oasis Springs, he sat down at one of the tables and waited.

She was angry when she spotted him, as much as she wanted to run into his arms and never let him go. But Nancy's shell was harder than that.

"Why did you come here? How did you find me?"

"I could hear slot machines in the background the last time I called, and this casino has the best dance show. It's just the first place I looked. If I hadn't found you here, I'd have kept looking."

"What do you want, Geoffrey?"

"I want you, Nance. I want you to come back to San Myshuno and forget about this cocktail gig. You can become the CEO of Landgraab Corp. and take over the San My Ballet Company board of directors. No one would run either organization better than you could."

"You really believe that?"

"I know it. I'm so confident you could run the world, if you wanted it, that I want to marry you and take your last name. My dad's company could become Landgraab Engineering; just one branch of the largest, most diversified company in the world."

Nancy loved the way that sounded. "I can't just leave. I have to give notice before I quit."

"You're Nancy Landgraab. You don't have to worry about burning any bridges here. If you ever want to come back to this place, you can just buy it."

With Geoffrey's affirmations and a promise to let her pick her own engagement ring, Nancy decided to return with him to San Myshuno. She wasn't looking forward to seeing her father and brother again, but with Geoffrey by her side, she knew she could handle anything.

As the sun began to rise over the desert on the first day of the rest of their lives together, Nancy and Geoffrey shared a romantic kiss. ->

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WCIF: I gave the Gallery details for teenage Nancy and the Fortunas Casino Royale when Felix, Emit, and Lilith chased the time thief to 2020, but for the fuller flashback I aged down Johnny Zest to child, then found an adult Geoffrey on the Gallery by koppler640 and aged him down to teen. Shamelessly used a sim called 'Hot! Geoffrey Landgraab' for the flashback with no apologies.

Chester and Queenie (seen only in a portrait behind teen ballerina Nancy) also came from the Gallery, by MLandgraab and gimalta08, respectively. Nancy is posed at the casino with @tenyrasims' Posing With a Smile pose pack, and the portrait of Queenie, Chester & Nancy was made with With Or Without You by @talentedtrait.

Does anyone know of any poses that look like someone fell and broke their ankle? I tried to find something for an action scene with Nancy but came up short, so we skipped right to the cc foot cast by @stargazer-sims!

[cami040405]

We need at least one oneshot of an overprotective dad, and I'm not talking about the slashers, I mean Y/n's dad. Like Y/n is together with Thomas before the main story (2006/Beginning) occurs, and Y/n is introducing Thomas to her parents for the first time, them not knowing beforehand that she was dating anybody. So dad is pissed, quietly so as he is giving Thomas the death glare whenever he can, as if testing him to do anything, if he has the guts for it. Meanwhile, mum was an angel with Thomas, knowing the boy wasn't all that bad, even with his odd personality and facial disease.

Under Watchful Eyes: Thomas Hewitt Meeting Reader's Family

Summary: When Y/N brings Thomas Hewitt home to meet her parents, tensions run high — especially with her overprotective father, who isn't thrilled to discover his daughter is dating a towering, scarred stranger. Quiet death glares and unspoken tests fill the evening, while Y/N's mother, ever kind and intuitive, sees the gentle heart behind Thomas’ intimidating exterior.

A/N: Thank you so much for the request, I loved every second of writing it and imagining what it would be like. I hope you like it!

You shifted nervously in the car, stealing a glance at Thomas in the passenger seat. He was too big for your little sedan — his shoulders almost brushing the door, his hands crammed into his lap. He had dressed up as best he could: a slightly wrinkled, clean shirt and a pair of jeans that didn't have holes in them. His thick, brown hair was brushed back messily, and his nervous glances your way made your heart squeeze.

"You okay?" you asked softly.

He gave a small grunt — his version of yes — but his hand reached out, huge and calloused, resting gently over yours. You squeezed it, smiling.

"They're gonna love you," you reassured, even though part of you wasn’t so sure. Your parents didn’t even know you had a boyfriend, let alone one as... complicated as Thomas Hewitt.

When you pulled into the driveway, Thomas hesitated before getting out. You knew he was scared. People didn't often take kindly to him. His face, scarred and partially disfigured from a disease he'd been born with, was something he tried to hide with his hair. But you knew better. You knew how gentle he was.

"Come on," you whispered, tugging him along.

Inside, your mom was already bustling out of the kitchen, apron on, a bright smile on her face:

"Sweetheart! Oh, and you brought... oh!"

She stopped for a second when she saw Thomas — taking in his size, his face, the way he stood half-hunched like he wanted to disappear. But to her credit, she recovered quickly, the smile growing even brighter.

"You must be Thomas! Y/N told us so much about you!" she chirped, lying through her teeth as she wiped her hands and offered them to him.

Thomas, awkward and red-faced, shook her hand as gently as he could, careful to not hurt her with his strength.

That's when your dad appeared.

He stood in the hallway, arms crossed over his chest. Silent. Staring. Sizing Thomas up like he was something dangerous that had just been dragged into his home.

Thomas felt it immediately — the tension, the judgment. He stiffened, instinctively taking a small step closer to you.

"Thomas, this is my dad," you said, trying to sound cheerful.

Your father said nothing. Just gave a tight nod. His eyes didn't leave Thomas' face. Not once. There was a beat of heavy silence. You could feel your dad's thoughts: This is who you're dating? This giant? This stranger?

Your mom, ever the peacemaker, clapped her hands. "Well! Dinner's almost ready! Thomas, do you like roast chicken?"

Thomas nodded slowly, glancing nervously between you and your dad. You squeezed his arm reassuringly.

The whole dinner was... tense, to say the least.

Your mom kept the conversation light, asking Thomas about his job at the slaughterhouse: "Oh, hard work! Honest work!" she said sweetly, and whether he liked music.

"Yes, ma'am," he answered in a low rumble, cheeks burning.

Meanwhile, your dad said nothing. Ate his food in silence.

Except for the glares.

Every few minutes, when Thomas would nervously glance up, he'd catch your dad's eyes — dark, hard, assessing. Like he was daring Thomas to make one wrong move. Like he was testing him silently: Hurt her, and you'll deal with me.

You could feel Thomas shrinking under it, even though he kept trying to act normal for your sake. Finally, when dinner was winding down, your dad set down his fork with a loud clink.

He looked directly at Thomas, his voice low and sharp.

"You know," he said. "A man can be strong. Big. Tough." A pause. "But that's not what matters when it comes to taking care of someone. Especially not my daughter."

Thomas sat frozen. Silent. Swallowing hard.

Your mom gave your dad a sharp stop it look. But your dad just leaned back in his chair, arms crossed again, unrelenting.

"Hope you understand that, son."

Thomas nodded once. Stiffly. But he reached under the table, his fingers brushing yours — seeking you out. Needing your grounding presence.

You smiled at him, your hand slipping into his.

And you looked your dad right in the eye.

"I trust him," you said firmly.

Thomas squeezed your hand so tightly it almost hurt.

Your dad watched the two of you — your loyalty, Thomas' trembling restraint — and after a long, heavy moment... he grunted and looked away.

It wasn't acceptance. Not yet.

But it was a beginning.

.

A few days after the dinner, you convinced Thomas to come with you into town. You needed a few supplies — and honestly, you wanted a normal day out with him. Something easy.

Thomas was reluctant, as always. Townspeople stared. Whispered. But when you looped your arm through his and smiled up at him, he couldn't say no.

You two stopped at the hardware store first. You needed some paint for a project, and Thomas, ever the handyman, offered to help pick the best kind.

While you were inside, your dad just so happened to be nearby — grabbing parts for a job at the house. (Or maybe, just maybe, he had followed you two out of worry. He'd never admit it.)

He hung back by the truck, unnoticed, watching.

At first, everything was fine. You and Thomas laughed quietly over colors, you reaching up to dab a bit of blue on the tip of his nose, Thomas flinching back and giving a low chuckle.

But then Bradley Smith entered the store.

Everyone knew Bradley — local drunk, loudmouth, mean as a snake when he got in a mood.

And right now, he was in a mood.

"Well, well, lookie here," Bradley sneered loudly, eyeing Thomas. "Freakshow’s got himself a girl."

He laughed — a nasty, ugly sound.

You stiffened instantly. Thomas did too, but he ducked his head, trying to avoid a scene.

You grabbed Thomas' hand and tried to steer him away, but Bradley wasn't having it. He swaggered closer, reeking of cheap whiskey.

"Hey, girlie," he slurred. "You need help? Blink twice if you’re bein’ kidnapped by this thing."

Another sharp, barking laugh. A few others in the store awkwardly pretended not to notice.

Your face burned with rage. You opened your mouth to tell Bradley off —

But Thomas moved first.

Quietly, almost too fast to see, he stepped in front of you. Not touching Bradley. Not raising a fist. Just standing there — his massive frame between you and the drunk, blocking you completely.

Bradley faltered, the laughter dying on his lips. Thomas didn't growl, didn't speak. He simply stared down at Bradley with that heavy, silent, mountain-like presence he carried.

Like a stone that wouldn't move.

Like something ancient and dangerous if you were stupid enough to poke it.

Bradley, suddenly a lot less brave, stumbled back with a muttered curse, waving his hands. "Shit, fine! Fine! Keep your freak!"

He staggered out the door without another word.

You let out a shaky breath, clutching Thomas' arm tightly.

"Thank you," you whispered.

Thomas didn't answer. He just touched your cheek gently, checking you over like you were the only thing that mattered.

And outside, unseen by either of you, your dad watched everything.

He saw the way Thomas had shielded you, how he hadn't once lashed out — even when insulted. He saw your eyes — full of trust and safety and love.

For the first time, your dad's chest loosened just a little. Maybe... just maybe... this boy wasn't what he had feared. Maybe he wasn't dangerous in the way that mattered.

Later that night, back at home, as you said goodnight at the door, your dad grunted at Thomas.

And for the first time, he stuck out his hand.

Thomas stared at it for a second, blinking in shock. Then he reached out — careful, respectful — and shook it.

Your dad leaned in slightly, voice low.

"You protect her like that, always," he said. "And you and I won't have any problems."

Thomas nodded, solemnly, almost reverently.

And for the first time, you saw a real, if reluctant, acceptance begin to bloom.

Later that night, after you and Thomas had left, your mom was in the kitchen, humming as she wiped down the counters.

Your dad was nursing a cup of coffee at the table, brooding over it like it had personally offended him.

He hadn't said much since Thomas left. Just sat there, staring into his drink like a man grappling with the loss of a battle he hadn’t meant to fight.

Your mom, with decades of reading him like a book, smiled slyly to herself before finally speaking up.

"So," she said lightly. "Thomas is quite the gentleman, isn't he?"

Your dad grunted.

She smirked, wiping her hands on a dish towel, then walked over and leaned on the back of his chair. "You saw it too," she murmured, voice full of warmth. "The way he stepped in front of her at the store. Didn't even think twice."

Your dad took a long, slow sip of his coffee before muttering, "Bigger than a damn oak tree. Coulda squashed that idiot like a bug if he wanted."

"But he didn't," your mom pointed out sweetly. "Stood there calm. Protective. Gentle, even. Remind you of anyone?"

He shot her a look, and she laughed softly, kissing the top of his head. "You were the same way when we were young," she teased. "All scowls and fists... but the softest heart when it mattered."

He grumbled something unintelligible into his cup.

She grinned wider. "He's already winning you over, isn't he?"

He slammed the cup down — not hard, but enough to make the spoon clatter.

"I didn't say that."

"You didn't have to."

He glared at her for a second longer — then, finally, with a reluctant grunt, he admitted:

"...Kid's got somethin' good in him. That's all."

Your mom beamed, wrapping her arms around his broad shoulders. "I knew you'd see it."

He shook his head, still pretending to be grumpy. "Doesn't mean I won't still keep an eye on him."

"Of course not, dear," she said sweetly.

"That's your job."

And deep down, under all that tough exterior, he was just a dad. A dad who had realized that sometimes love didn't come in the shape you expected — But when it was real, you knew it. You felt it.

And he was starting to see that Thomas Hewitt, scarred and silent as he was, loved his daughter better than a lot of pretty boys ever could.

.

[rx-aysgl]

Do you have a headcanon for which major each South Park (main) boy would choose to study in college?

ofc! im very excited to answer this, ive been waiting for this ask for so long 😔🤙so here we go:

What Major The South Park Characters Would Study In College:

stan strikes me as someone who would have a hard time figuring out what he really wants to pursue in life so out of all the other kids he seems more likely to study something he has no interest in, like economics or finances. which is really sad. however if we are talking about a situation where he can find something he is passionate about, stan would imo study biology or go to veterinary school, tho i can also see him dropping out or quitting his job to pursue a career in music. worst case scenario he drops out and winds up taking on the tegridy farm business :(

kyle would study psychology. can see him later getting a phd and becoming an academician. i feel like his dad would encourage him to go to law school and continue his business as a father son practice but kyle would hate the idea. honestly the only way law would be enjoyable as a headcanon is if him and cartman both go to law school and become lawyers and are constantly pitted against each other in court lol.

cartman would do amazing in business school. another option is him thriving in fields like music or law as a defense attorney but business fits him best. gotta love the evil ceo with shady deeds headcanon.

butters would also major in business, he is more than capable. i can see him and cartman two being classmates for 16 years straight lol

kenny would go into either mechanical engineering or chemical engineering. maybe biochemistry, idk. but definitely something science and research based. he is pretty inventive afterall.

here are some bonus ones while im at it:

craig seems like the type to do well at more direct subjects like maths and physics but suck at literary arts, history etc. so him studying maths or physics seems plausible to me. in a country like mine he would prefer to major in some engineering field due to lack of job opportunities.

tweek wouldn't really want go to college and would eventually take on the coffee shop family business. imo he would see collage as too much pressure

tolkien would major in chemistry. i think his mother would encourage it. my headcanon is that her mother would help him in his school work and he would grown to like science overall as he grows up.

clyde the type of dude to go to college just for the campus life and thats why he would major in something very unrelated to him like history or english literature or gastronomy aiidçtkpq0elgmy9w0q

for wendy im so torn between med and political sciences because it seems like she would want to make a change in the world and become a politician but my personal bias is wendy would go into med school because she is just that neighbour's daughter that got into med school i recognize one when i see one rjoqğktntowğqödot

bebe would study either communications or journalism. personally leaning on journalism

im not very sure about heidi but im gonna go out on a limb and say she would study psychology just like kyle because the idea of them running into each other in a psychopathology class about personality disorders after years of not speaking to each other would be so fucking funny

ike would def study computer science

not sure on shelly but one thing i know is that she would apply for as many colleges as she can as long as they are out of state. so she would end up applying for any department without prioritizing what she wants, i dont think she would be certain. all she is certain for is that she would want to escape south park and be as far away from her family as possible.

thats all i can think of for now, i will def add some stuff when it comes to my mind

thanks for asking!!

[sandwitchstories]

I've had some struggles with writing lately bc of life in general but I managed to put some words on paper and wanted to share them with y'all! I MAY turn this into a new series, haven't decided but for now I give you ...

Girl Dad Kyojuro Rengoku HCs:

Kyojuro Rengoku is MADE to be a girl dad.

Things he will never forget:

The birth of his precious Little Bit (he came up with her nickname, because she is a little bit of him and a little bit of you.)

Watching you cry tears of joy as you held your daughter for the first time, looking up with so much love and joy on your face that it took his breath away.

Seeing his hair color and his eyes color on a little girl who otherwise was already a carbon copy of you

Seeing his father's face as he held his granddaughter for the first time

Watching you laugh and tease his father about how Little Bit is indeed a girl with the Rengoku features (less the eyebrows, they seem to be shaped more like yours), both things your father in law was adamant had never and would never happen.

The look on Senjuro's face when it was his turn to hold his niece. Kyojuro had wrapped his arm around the younger man crying with joy. He was reminded of himself when Senjuro was born. Pure elation and whispered promises to always protect her and love her and of all the things he was going to teach her. Senjuro was going to be the best uncle ever.

Watching you feed her is/was such a beautiful thing. You absolutely glowed as a mother. He had never been more attracted to you and continued to fall more in love with you every single day, just as he had done since the day you met years ago, but even more deeply than before.

Watching his Little Bit sleep and the feel of her sleeping in his arms. He would hold his daughter as often and for as long as she let him. Truly there was nothing more soothing than a baby sleeping on your chest.

Her first smile, and it was for him coming home from work!

Her first steps, which she took with a giant drooling smile and her little chubby hands outstretch, trying so hard to wobble to him on her own

Hearing her say "Puh" in her first attempt to say his name, another huge smile on her face and chubby hands gripping his face.

Some HCs from when Little Bit is toddler+

He is the type of father who would not bat an eyelash at letting his daughter put barrettes and other such things in his hair. He will even leave them in until bed time.

She wants to paint his nails? He’s responding by asking if she can do his toenails too so they match?

His little princess wants him to dress up as Elsa too when they are playing? He’s already on the internet searching for one in his size with overnight shipping.

He will drop literally anything he is doing if she asks him to dance

He loves to let her stand on his feet and hold his hand when she asks him to dance with her

She declared him as the official bedtime story teller because he does different voices for different characters

He loves trying new foods and always shares them with her

Daddy daughter dance routine at ballet class? They are practicing after dinner every night and the day of the performance he reminds you at least hourly to pick up flowers for her as he won’t have anywhere to hide them for while he is in the performance.

Dads, Daughters and Donuts at her school? He loves donuts! Does she want him to wear a certain tie for it?

Take your kid to work day - His students are overjoyed to finally get to meet the little girl he talks so much about. They all feel like they already know her because he talks about her so much and they melt at the sight of the two of them together. 

[cressidagrey]

Houston we have a problem

I'm relating too much to Belle and Emilie

Im ignored, then I build walls

I always wanted to be a surgeon, and I still do,and when I got upset, my dad would say "how do you expect to be a doctor if you can't control your emotions?"

You’re not alone in that feeling — not even a little bit. 🥺 It’s not a problem; it’s proof of how deeply you understand yourself and how much you care.

Relating to Belle and Emilie just shows you recognize parts of your own hurt, your own strength, and your own resilience. Being told to "control your emotions" in order to be worthy of your dreams is incredibly unfair — and wrong. Emotions don’t make you weaker. They make you human. They make you better. They’re part of what will make you a compassionate surgeon one day, the kind of person people trust when they're scared.

Also, respectfully, your dad has no idea what he is talking about.

My dad is a doctor. A surgeon to be exact. 

You know what I love most about my dad? And there is a lot of things, I love about him because he's an amazing dad.

It’s how fiercely he cares.

About his family, about friends, about loyalty, about politics, about the best damn buttercream on cake, on how to best pack a car for a road trip, about sudokus and about audio books.

And also about his patients. 

And if there is anything I have learned from being the daughter of a doctor, of being born into a family with a lot of medical professionals, it’s this: you do not want to be treated by the doctor that’s ice cold and unfeeling. You’ll want the one with passion for their work, who actually cares about their patients. In 9/10 cases, they'll go the extra mile. They'll make sure that everything goes smoothly.

They will put in the effort.

[justinaburns]

I decided to just put all this into one post, instead of having multiple different posts. So this is all just repeated from previous now deleted posts. 

My The Pitt Head Canons

About Frank Langdon

𓆩✧𓆪 His full name is Francis. (He definitely gives off Francis vibes)

𓆩✧𓆪 He has (an) older sister(s). (Because of the way he banters with Collins, Garcia, and Dana. And is soft with Mel) (My head canon is that he knows how to behave with certain people, he knows what certain people need/want from him.)

𓆩✧𓆪 I’d like to think his sister also has an old name like Vivian. (and I could totally see Alexandra Daddario playing his sister)

Imagining Vivian with Frank’s and Abby’s kids. And imagining Vivian and Abby being very close, best friends/like sisters.

𓆩✧𓆪 His second child is his daughter. (I just imagine Frank as a soft girl dad)

𓆩✧𓆪 I feel like he’d kinda be like Kieran Culkin by wearing all bracelets his kids make him, no matter what- even if it’s misspelled (yes we already see him wearing a bracelet his kids made him, but I feel like he’d try to wear ALL, if not, MANY bracelets and such that his kids make him)

𓆩✧𓆪 I also feel like besides the obvious (his love for his kids), I think Frank wears his kids bracelet to ground him. I feel like it’s kind of like a lifeline/anxiety thing for him.

𓆩✧𓆪 Frank would definitely have a secret handshake with his kids. (Stole this idea from a movie that I just saw called The Color Purple)

My Frank and Abby head canons

~ Abigail “Abby” Langdon, I imagine her as a tough woman. I pictured her as blonde. (It’d be so cool for Abby to be played by Elysia Roorbach, Patrick Ball’s girlfriend. And I was already picturing Abby as a blonde.)

~ I’d like to imagine her as very loving, thoughtful, and generous, but she also doesn’t take any crap. She is and can be an independent woman. She has no problem telling people how it is. 

~ A woman who truly loves her husband- through the good, and the bad, and the ugly- and right now is the ugly. But that’s what she signed up for and she doesn’t regret it. She wants to help him through his troubles and wants to see him healthy.

~ Fans think Abby is a stay at home mom, but I’d like to think that Abby is maybe a nurse. So when Frank works day shift, Abby works night shift. 

~ We know that Frank and Abby have a 4 year old son named Tanner and they have another kid that is under 4. I’d like to imagine that their other kid is a daughter.

~ Abby soon gets used to the dog that Frank surprised her and the kids with. Abby and Frank let their kids name the Goldendoodle.

My head canon on Frank and Abby’s relationship:

☞ We don’t know when or how they got together. Either they were high school sweethearts or they met in college (Frank studying to be a doctor and Abby studying to be a nurse).

☞ Since finding out about Patrick Ball (the actor who plays Frank Langdon) is currently 35, this is my new head canon of Frank and Abby. Frank and Abby were either high school sweethearts or they met in college, fell in love, and got married in their 20’s.

☞ I had another head canon that Frank and Abby get married while Abby’s pregnant with Tanner or they get married after Tanner is born. In my head scenario, if Frank and Abby had Tanner before getting married, I just imagine baby/toddler Tanner just gaining everyone’s love, adoration, and attention at their wedding.

>> Random fact, show canon: Tanner is born in 2021, since in 2025 he’s 4 years old. So that means their other kid is born sometime after 2021, since both Frank and Abby’s kids are 4 and under. <<

☞ Frank and Abby love traveling together (I don’t know how they have the money for it). They would go hiking together, do marathons together, and even do ice baths together. They are very healthy and they eat healthy, besides Frank’s obsession with Redbull(s). They truly just love being around each other, they enjoy each other’s company.

clips via thepittdetails on instagram

☞ During his time in rehab, Frank has a lot of epiphany’s/epiphanies. He realized that at times he focused more on work than his wife and her needs (he always pays attention to his kids so that is never a problem). He realizes he puts a lot on his wife, realizes he wasn’t 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃𝒾𝓃𝑔 to 𝒽𝑒𝓇, and realizes he doesn’t/didn’t help her out like he used to do.

☞ While in rehab, he wants to make it up to his wife so he sets out on making a list of goals to achieve and on the top of the list is to appreciate his wife (and family of course), to put her first in every sense. He wants to show Abby that the man she fell in love with is still there, he just got lost through the void of pain and addiction. He decides that when he’s out of rehab, he’ll lessen her stress. Doing simple things he should’ve been doing. I bet he does help with the dishes, but he also makes it a mission of his to go the extra mile on some things. He will take her and the kids out to dinner and go to an amusement park or something. When the kids are in bed, he’ll make her a nice candlelit dinner with soft music playing as he listens to her talk about her day and her stories. He’ll want to make bracelets with his son Tanner for his wife. He wants their kids to help him make dinner and a desserts for Abby (her favorite cake at that).

☞ He’s worried about going back to work because not only of his addiction, but also of how he will be treated.

(p.s… can you guys tell I’m a hopeless romantic?)

I saw harritudur make a social media au of Langdon and Mel and I wanted to do my own take.

This is what I think is on Frank’s and Abby’s instagrams.

I’d like to think that Frank and Abby are private when it comes to their kids, but they’re not afraid to post themselves. 

Frank’s instagram:

Abby’s instagram:

This is solely just an idea for fun, nothing more, nothing serious

[yutahoes]

Small World

Part Three

characters: single dad! soccer coach! widower! Yuta x female! single mom! fashion designer! divorcee! Y/N with son! Jung Sungchan, son! Shotaro Osaki, daughter! Sachiko Osaki (OC), daughter! Sakura Nakamoto (OC) word count: 8.3k words genre: chaptered, fluff, drama summary: Who says one cannot fall in love once again? warnings: single parents au, mutual pining, aged up and aged down characters, teen angst,

taglist: @nuoyipeach @tenjyucat @justsomekpopstuff @amazinggraxia @ne0sgotmyback @monshirev

Part One - Part Two

A two-week suspension. That was Sungchan’s punishment for punching a classmate. Normal teens would be bummed out with the school’s decision but he’s somewhat glad that this is the only punishment he had. That is compared to the other student who was removed from the soccer team and even got sued by his father. The same father who gave him the punishment of cleaning his mother’s workshop for a week. Usually, his mom disliked him touching her things in the workshop. This is her own workplace at home but with the state of the room, with scattered papers all over the place and her cluttered materials, she agreed to let him in and clean the place. 

A lot of memories were in this place starting with the little note on the corkboard with the words ‘I love mommy more than robots’ in a seven-year-old crayon handwriting to the graduation picture of his mom while the ten-year-old him stood next to her. It was amazing, Sungchan thought, how his mom juggled studying, working, and being a mom.

Sungchan knew, even at a young age, the story of his parents. His mother’s mom left them for some rich guy leaving her and her dad fending for themselves. She was in middle school when her dad remarried his uncle Jungwoo’s mom and they became close. His dad, Jaehyun, was a close friend of Jungwoo and he remembered his uncle saying that his parents were inseparable ever since they first met. It’s not surprising that they got married early and had a child together. 

The first hurdle of their relationship was his father’s parents who seemed to hate the idea of his mother being their daughter-in-law. Sungchan could always hear his grandmother tell his father he was too good for Y/N. But he knew that wasn’t the case. Sungchan was sure his mom was too good for his dad. 

And that may be the reason why she hasn’t fallen in love once again. His father had entered a lot of relationships, with countless girls that Sungchan decided not to remember their names. But his mom had never entertained a suitor before. 

It’s not like she’s not attractive. Heck, the majority of his male teachers would always be in his favor just because they wanted to have a chance with his mom. But she never batted an eye for them. Maybe her standard is too high. And she deserves it, to be honest. She deserves a better guy, a nice guy who would protect her and love her. But where could Sungchan even find a person like that? A person who will love his mom more than his dad and him? Surely, there’s no one. 

Hopefully, his dad wasn’t right and his mom wouldn’t have to marry again. He doesn’t want her to get hurt because of a guy once again. 

Although he was suspended from school, the soccer coach still allowed him to play in the inter-school game. Maybe it was the perks of being his son’s best friend but the coach is really great at hiding that fact. The game was too easy and Sungchan knew he could easily deliver their team to victory. It was a nice thing because he could not let his mom down especially since she was watching him from the bleachers. 

Maybe it was another punishment for him. Since he didn’t want her attending his games before, she’s now all-out supporting him even in the smallest game. At least, though, he wouldn’t mess up and could actually make his mom proud. 

As expected, their team won in a landslide victory. The coach was ecstatic as he handed Sungchan their trophy and started posing for group pictures. Once done with the basking of their win, the older asked the players to head to showers so they could go back. Sungchan just grabbed his duffel bag from the locker room and headed out to check on his mom. To his surprise, the coach is conversing with the person he is looking for. She was laughing at what the older male was saying, covering her mouth as she laughed wholeheartedly. He had never seen his mom this carefree with someone else before. 

Sungchan was aware that the coach and his mom were acquaintances, maybe friends. It’s probably the fact that they’re parents of teenagers which connects them but this is different. When the coach held his hand high, palm facing the older woman’s, his mom grinned and gave him a high five. As if it were natural, they grasp each other hands while mirroring the same smile. 

No, it can’t be. There’s no way, right? 

“Mom,” Sungchan called, and very subtly, the elders let go of each other's hand. “Let’s go?” He claimed as he pulled his duffel bag closer to him. 

“You’re not going to take a shower?” She asked while trying to take the bag from him but he refused. “I think the coach wants to take the team out for a meal.” 

Yuta nodded but Sungchan shook his head, “I’m not feeling well, I just want to lie down.” He mumbled, making the older woman step closer to him and attempt to feel his forehead but he dodged her. “Let’s just go home, mom.” Y/N nodded, bidding farewell to the coach after thanking and apologizing to him then wrapping her arm around Sungchan’s arm to help him walk to the car.

It’s probably just the heat getting in his head. 

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His mom cannot fall in love. Especially with the soccer coach.

That thought ran through Sungchan’s mind as he nibbled the straw of his milkshake while watching the twins argue about what to order for lunch. Maybe if he falls in love with Sachiko then there’s no reason for his mom and her dad to fall in love and be together. If that happens, Shotaro might become his relative in the future. But Sachiko isn’t his type and his bestfriend as a brother-in-law is just chaos waiting to happen. He should learn from his father and uncle’s mistakes. 

Jungwoo and Jaehyun used to be best buddies. That was what both her parents said. But after the divorce, it seemed like a wedge split their brother-like closeness. And to be fair, he doesn’t want that to happen with Shotaro.

“Why the hell are you staring at my sister?” Shotaro asked, glaring at him. Sachi excused herself to pick up Sakura and there were just the two of them left seated on the table. “Whatever you’re thinking, stop it!” 

“What?” Sungchan revolted. He didn’t know Shotaro was a protective twin brother. “I’m not thinking of anything.” But the Japanese guy just squinted his eyes at him. “Taro,” he started while repeatedly poking his milkshake with his straw. “Do you want your dad to remarry?” 

The other’s eyes seemed to widen at that question. “That is a weird question.” Sungchan had to agree. He isn’t sure why he was asking the question as well. “But if Dad wants to get married again, who am I to stop him?” 

The taller cocked his head to the side. It was alright with him? “Sakura had always wished to have a mom.” Sungchan nodded. “I think Dad is considering dating so Sachi and Kura could have some female guidance as they grow up.” 

The other nodded, aggressively poking his straw on the milkshake. Shotaro is very considerate and smart in thinking of that reason. Both a teenager and a young girl needed a female in their life just like how he needed his father’s guidance as well. “Why did you ask?” 

“Nothing.” He shouldn’t think much about it. 

“What is this really about?” Maybe Shotaro already knows too much about him. 

The guy had to stop for a moment before breathing hard, “I don’t want my mom to get married again.” Shotaro looked confused, “I don’t want to see her hurt. I don’t want to see her cry because of a man ever again.” Flashbacks of nights when he could hear his mom crying from the cracks of her door kept appearing in his mind. “We’re fine this way, I don’t think a man could ever change my mom.” 

Shotaro shrugged. “I don’t know why you’re stressing about that but they’re adults. They know what’s best for them.” He then continued, “Whether they remarry or not, they’re still our parents.” 

Sungchan nodded. He cannot stop her if she wants to get married again, he promised his dad. But maybe he could at least prevent that from happening. 

Because, right now, no one could protect his mom better than him. 

Shotaro chuckled lightly, “Are you asking me this because you think my dad and your mom had something going on?” Sungchan surprisingly stared at his friend. So it isn’t just him who noticed their closeness? “I can assure you nothing is going on between them.” Maybe Shotaro knows a lot of things. 

“How are you so sure about that?”

Shotaro just smiled. 

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Y/N stared at herself in the mirror, for the tenth time tonight. She doesn’t know why she’s making a big deal out of this but she doesn’t want to dress up too much since it’s a simple dinner yet she doesn’t want to dress down since it is a simple dinner.

She felt weird when Sungchan messaged her with a simple ‘Let’s have dinner at Shotaro’s place’. Why does it have to be in Shotaro’s place? Does the dinner include a family of four? Then Yuta will be there, right? But why that place? Is it something special? 

Maybe it’s Shotaro’s birthday. Then it’s also Sachiko’s. But Sungchan should have told her about it and they could have prepared something, maybe a gift or a dish if they were going to have a party. Should he ask him if he wanted her to bring anything? Maybe she should just message Yuta. Is that it? The twin’s birthday? And if not, does he know why they’re having dinner at his place? 

The female sighed. Why is she thinking so hard about it? Before she could create a message to Yuta or Sungchan, the older's name popped up on her notifications. “Kura and I are on the way to the convenience store. We’ll just meet you there.” With a heavy sigh, she took a last look at herself in the mirror. She shouldn’t think so much about it. 

The moment she entered the convenience store, she easily spotted the father-daughter. Sakura insisted on buying the hamster pudding since it looked so cute but Yuta was arguing that she would just eat it so it doesn’t matter. Y/N giggled, making the distressed man stare at her in defeat, “Just let Sakura get the hamster pudding. I’ll also get one since Sungchan also likes this pudding.” 

“Can we also get Sachiko one?” Sakura asked, wide eyes staring at the older pleadingly. 

Y/N smiled, nodding. “Let’s get Shotaro one also.” Yuta chuckled silently, shaking his head. Sakura ran to the counter with two of the pudding at hand. “Is there an occasion? Why are we having dinner at your place?” 

Yuta took both the jelly pudding Y/N was holding before shaking his head. “I wanted to ask you the same question,” The girl gasped in surprise. “Sungchan was the one who asked permission if he could use our kitchen.” 

“My son cannot cook.” 

The guy laughed, “Don’t worry. I trust Sachiko in the kitchen.” 

But Y/N can’t help but think why. If this was Sungchan’s plan and he had some announcement to make, isn’t it better to just have dinner at home or even dinner, with just the two of them, outside? Why does Yuta’s family have to be involved? 

Is it Sachiko? Maybe they’re dating. That’s very plausible since Sachi is a nice and pretty girl. Sungchan is close to her brother, so there is a high chance that he could fall for her. Isn’t it a familiar love story? But that could only mean that Sungchan and Sachiko might end up like her and Jaehyun. “Yuta,” Y/N called as they paid for the pudding and the snacks Sakura had bought. “Do you think my son is dating your daughter?” 

“Sakura?” he asked in a light mood which made her squint her eyes at him as he laughed. Yuta opened the door of the convenience store for her and the younger girl before continuing, “I don’t think so. Besides, I don’t think Sachiko likes guys.” Y/N looked startled at that. Sakura was walking ahead on the sidewalk, jumping on some leaves. “She’s always wearing those boyish clothes and doesn’t wear make-up. I’ll be very surprised if she dates a guy.”

Now that Yuta mentioned it, Shotaro and Sachiko had the almost style of dressing up. She even hated the idea of wearing a dress during Sakura’s birthday. And if his older daughter is indeed uninterested in boys, it was very cool for Yuta to accept his daughter the way she is. 

Y/N gasped at the realization. If it isn’t Sachiko, then it must be Shotaro. 

If she weren’t that occupied with her thoughts, Y/N would have noticed that the Nakamoto residence was just blocks away from their place. Yet she never cared about the sidewalk they were walking to because of the thumping of her heart. How could Yuta be so cool of Sachiko liking the same gender as her? If Sungchan announces that he’s dating Shotaro, she’s more than worried about what his father and his family might say. 

The Nakamoto residence looks very modern outside but it is a traditional Japanese house inside. By the end of the hallways, Sakura was running and bowing to a picture of her mom while saying ‘Tadaima’ in a cheerful way. Looking at it closer, she looks very much like Sachiko with her classic beauty. “Mom!” Sungchan called, greeting her by the entrance of the family living room. He was wearing an apron that surprised her. Since when did Sungchan cook? “I’m glad you made it.” 

“Hi,” she greeted awkwardly, then greeted Sachiko who was leaving the plates on the table. Shotaro was talking to Sakura about the pudding and when they locked eyes, he gave her an eye smile while greeting her. Maybe Sungchan fell for that charming smile. Is she even ready to hear his announcement? She needed to calm herself first. “Can I use your restroom?” Yuta nodded, pointing at the left hallway which she followed.

Y/N’s heart was stammering really bad as she gazed at herself in the mirror. What should she say when Sungchan reveals the truth? ‘It’s alright, son. I accept you for who you are.’ Yeah, she can do that. ‘Why? You are the only grandson. What will your grandparents say?’ But what about his dad? His grandparents? They'll probably hate her more. She shook her head in distress, breathing heavily. Let’s just be cool about it, Y/N. 

The oldest male was just eyeing her as she sat on the table next to Sungchan. There was a lot of food on the table, delicious food in fact. But she felt as if she could not swallow the meal with all the nervousness and anticipation. It’s nothing, Y/N. It’s not a big deal. What’s wrong with your son liking a guy? It’s not like he committed a crime. He’s still Sungchan, your son. He is still Channie.

“Mom,” Sungchan called, which snapped her out of her thoughts. He glanced a little at Shotaro’s way which made the older woman hold her breath. “Will you let me join a weekend dance workshop with Shotaro?” 

Y/N could feel her heart dropping in her stomach. That was it? She gulped all the water in the glass and a small voice whispered, “Dance workshop?” 

Shotaro was the one who nodded and continued, “It was from the camp where we met. It’s a boys-only dance workshop happening this weekend.” He even claimed that it was happening to a different city which startled Yuta. “I thought it was nearby so I agreed to chaperone you two.” Wait, Yuta knows about it in the first place? “I don’t think I can allow you to go. I can’t leave Sachi and Kura here all alone.” 

Both Shotaro and Sungchan looked bummed out. They must have wanted to come to this workshop, Y/N thought. “I can stay with Sachiko and Sakura.” She suggested that made the teenagers look at her. “You’ll chaperone my son so I wanted to help.” 

“A weekend with auntie?” Sakura chimed in. “It will be like a girls’ only party.” Sachiko nodded.

Y/N wasn’t sure if the idea was fine but it was the most plausible. She’s used to hanging out with her son, how could she spend the weekend with two young girls? Should they just hang out at home? Play videogames? Do they like that? Barbie dolls? But she isn’t sure how to play with dolls anymore, she’s used to playing with robots. Is that even the same? “You don’t have to do that,” Yuta claimed, gesturing to the dishes Y/N was washing. She shook her head. The kids already cooked and Yuta was a great host so she needed to at least help with something. “I could also call the girls’ grandmother so you wouldn’t babysit them.”   

“It’s fine, Yuta. I have nothing to do this weekend and hanging out with your daughters would be a new experience.” 

The guy chuckled, leaning his back on the refrigerator next to the sink. “Well, Sakura likes ice cream and Sachiko would pretty much join her sister on anything.” Y/N nodded, taking a mental reminder of what he was saying. “Also, can I ask a favor?” The girl nodded, fully focused on the guy in front of her. “This is pretty huge but could you ask Sachiko what her current interests are.” Yuta rubbed the back of his neck, smiling timidly as if embarrassed. “She never tells me anything and every time I ask her, she doesn’t answer me. I think she just doesn’t want to open up to me because I won’t understand her. I’m not a woman so I don’t think I could understand her.” 

Y/N smiled at that. It must be hard being a single dad with a teenage daughter. “I’ll try my best, Yuta.” 

He raised his hand and in instinct, the girl high-fived him. Yuta threaded their fingers together, smiling widely. “Thank you so much, Y/N.” 

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The setup is pretty simple. Y/N and Sungchan drove to the Nakamoto residence using her car since it will be used by Yuta to drive Shotaro and Sungchan to the venue of the workshop. “I promise to take care of your car, Y/N,” Yuta claimed making the girl laugh.

“I also promise to take care of your house and your daughters.” 

The older male turned to the youngest girl, rubbing the top of her head. “Don’t be a troublemaker to Y/N,” he warned which made Sakura pout. “And don’t fight with Sachiko.” 

“She’s the one who keeps fighting with me.” The older only raised an eyebrow that made Yuta shake his head. Y/N only giggled at that, how adorable. Sakura suddenly tiptoed to huge Yuta’s leg. “Daddy don’t miss me too much, okay?” 

Yuta chuckled, carrying the seven-year-old then kissing her on the cheek. “I hope you don’t grow up too fast, Sakura.” And Y/N caught a little glimpse of Yuta’s soft glance at Sachiko’s way.  

Maybe Sachiko did change a lot. Compared to Sakura, who is very cheerful and energetic, Sachiko remains stoic. The younger was just munching on her strawberry ice cream while Sachi just kept on playing with her chocolate one. “Sachiko, do you want any flavor? Do you not like ice cream?” The older asked but she just shook her head, eating the ice cream. Sachiko probably just hates opening up, regardless of gender. 

Sakura wiped her mouth before blabbering, “Sachi likes coffee.” Oh, maybe Y/N could just order coffee ice cream for Sachiko. “She loves going to this coffee shop near our school.” 

“Sakura!” Sachiko called. “I told you not to tell anyone.” 

“Auntie isn’t anyone.” 

“I won’t bring you to that shop ever.” 

Y/N smiled. Does this mean Sachiko likes someone? “He looks like Sungchan oppa’s dad so Auntie could help you,” Sakura claimed which made Sachiko turn to the older woman who looked surprised. Sachiko likes a guy who looks like Jung Jaehyun? 

The teenager sighed hard. “It’s not like he would notice me,” she claimed in a soft voice. “He’s handsome and the basketball team captain.” Oh, Y/N thought, Sachiko is opening up. “Besides, I’m not that pretty.” 

“Sachiko, you are very pretty.” Y/N claimed, “You look like your mom and she’s very pretty.” 

“That’s what dad always says!” Sakura chimed in.  

The mentioned girl shook her head, “He thinks I’m a guy.” 

The youngest laughed. “Because you’re always wearing boy clothes. And you always had your hair in a ponytail.” Her sister just glared at her. Is this the fight Yuta mentioned? Why is it so endearing? 

But Sakura has a point. “Have you ever tried putting your hair down?” Sachiko shook her head, reasoning out that she’s tired of managing her unruly hair so she often hides it. She also shared how going to a salon to get her hair treated is very expensive so she doesn’t dream about it. “Then should we go to the salon today?” 

“I also want to go to the salon!” 

“Dad will get mad if I spend too much money on…” 

“It’s my treat, Sachi.” The younger stared at her nervously. “I can’t do this with Sungchan. He’s always complaining that he waits too long when I go to the salon.” She shared with a small laugh. “And since it’s us just girls, I was hoping you and Sakura would let me experience a girls’ trip to the salon?” The siblings both look at each other. “Please?” 

It was a moment Y/N was so sure she wouldn’t experience it even if she wanted to. But as she watched Sachiko interacting with the hairdresser and Sakura giggling at the nail technician, she was glad a chance like this happened. So this is what mothers with their daughters in the salon feel like. She’s once again wishing that she gave birth to a daughter. 

As she listened to Sakura admiring her newly painted fingernails, she couldn’t help but smile widely. This is such a surreal experience. Maybe she could ask Yuta to borrow the girls next time she wanted to be this relaxed and happy. It is fulfilling to see two young girls enjoying their salon trip, a money well spent.

When the curtains of the salon opened, both Sakura and Y/N gasped at the timid Sachiko walking to where they were. “I look weird,” she whispered, shoulder hunched down in embarrassment. 

The older one stood up while shaking her head, “It looks good on you.” Her hair was cut in layers, framing her face. She looks very much like the picture of her mom. “Do you like it?” The younger girl nodded, smiling shyly. Indeed, it’s money well spent. 

To further enjoy their girls’ trip to the mall, Y/N treated the two girls to a shopping spree. She realized how fashionable Sachiko truly was as she kept on choosing clothes that fit her body type. The girl was even hesitant to get the clothes she wanted, reasoning that her dad might get mad if she bought too much. Yet Y/N kept on asking her to try different clothes, along with Sakura. 

Since they bought a lot, the three just decided to take a cab heading to Y/N’s place since Sakura wanted to try her makeup products and see her closet. The younger had a feast on her dresser filled with beauty products and a room full of clothes and shoes. Instead of cooking dinner, the three were eating delivered pizza while wearing dresses and seated on the closet’s carpeted floor. 

Y/N could easily call this one of the happiest days of her life. She never realized how therapeutic it is to hang out with girls. They have so much to talk about and so much in common. It made her want to have a daughter so badly. Is it too late to give Sungchan a baby sister? Should she just adopt a young girl so this experience could happen again? 

She was busy scrolling through adoption processes on her laptop when a knock on the door could be heard. Sakura entered the room holding a pillow. “I can’t sleep,” the younger one claimed. “I miss daddy. Can I sleep beside you, Auntie?” Y/N chuckled, nodding while tapping the space on her bed.

Sakura quickly lay down beside her and then hugged her torso. “You smell so good.” She claimed that it made her smile. “Is this what mommies smell like?” Y/N threaded her fingers on Sakura’s hair which made the younger hum. “You’re softer than daddy. I like hugging you. I want you to be…” The older one had to glance at her but her eyes were already closed. Is she asleep already? Y/N smiled before pulling the blanket up. 

Daughters really are different. And the same as Yuta, she hoped Sakura wouldn't grow up too fast. 

Unlike her usual Sundays where she runs with Sungchan and then plays video games with him, the girls are pretty chill while designing dresses in her workshop. Sachiko had some insane talent in drawing that the older is considering making her work part-time in the boutique. Sakura is so good with color combinations that she wondered if their family has some artistic genes. She knows their dad is sporty and Shotaro dances, but the girls are more inclined in the arts. Did they get it from their mom? Their family is so perfect.

As nighttime came, Y/N heard her car enter the garage just in time for dinner. She had informed Yuta earlier that the three of them stayed at her house and she just checked on their residence that morning to get the girls some of their things. Sungchan was the first one who entered the door, leaving his duffel bag on the floor and giving his mother a tight hug. Sakura did the same with her dad and brother. “Where’s Sachi?” 

The boys were all surprised when Sachiko, in a light blue dress, came out of the dining room. “Hi Dad,” she casually greeted then wrapped her right arm around his back to hug him. “Hey Sho!” Shotaro had to blink repeatedly. “Dinner is served, let’s go Sakura.” The two girls exited the hallway followed by the two teenage boys. 

“What happened?” Yuta asked. “That’s Sachiko, right?” 

Y/N nodded, biting her lip. “I kinda brought her to the salon and shop for clothes. I’m sorry, I should have told you.” She claimed quietly. “But I was so excited hanging out with the girls that I forgot to ask for your permission.” 

“Did you enjoy it?” Yuta asked with a faint smile on his lips. Y/N nodded guiltily. “You really should have been a girl mom.” 

The girl sighed heavily, carrying her son’s duffel bag to the couch. “You have no idea.” She claimed helplessly then continued mindlessly, “I have been having crazy thoughts about adopting a young girl because of your daughters.” 

Yuta laughed, “I’m sorry.” She glanced at him in confusion. “If it helps, I can just give Sakura to you when she stops talking to me.” Y/N giggled at that. 

Dinner was amazing with stories from Sakura about the girls’ shopping trip and both Shotaro and Sungchan were sharing about the workshop. Y/N noticed how the oldest guy on the table kept glancing at his daughter. Is he mad about the sudden change in Sachiko? “Sachi,” he called, which made everyone at the table stop. “Did you have fun hanging out with Y/N and Sakura?” The younger lightly glanced at the older girl before nodding. Yuta just nodded, pursing his lips with obvious disappointment. 

It was then decided that the family of four would be staying at Y/N’s house for the night. Shotaro will be sharing a room with Sungchan, Sakura sleeping in Y/N’s room, Sachiko in the guest room where she slept the night before, and Yuta on the couch. The house owner came to the living room with blankets that startled Yuta. “It’s kinda cold and I felt bad that you’re sleeping here,” Y/N explained, placing the linens by the foot of the couch. “Should I just ask Sachiko to move to my room?” 

“Sachiko doesn’t really like rooming with her sister. Sakura is a snorer and Sachi sleeps lightly.” Y/N nodded, sitting on the adjacent single couch. “Maybe you cannot sleep because of Sakura’s noise?” 

The girl giggled, “She’s way better than my son, no worries. When he was young, he would always kick me in his sleep.” 

“He used it for soccer anyways.” The girl laughed at that. “Sungchan is an amazing dancer. I’ll send you a video.” He claimed as he took his phone to send the video he took from the workshop. "I wonder where he gets that from.” 

“Certainly, not from me.“ Yuta giggled. “Oh, can I invite Sachi to work for me in the summer? She’s so good at drawing.” Y/N claimed then in a teasing manner, continued. “I wonder where she gets that from.” 

There was a dreamy smile on Yuta’s face as he stared at one spot on the floor. For a moment, Y/N thought that he was really handsome, smiling like that. “Her mom,” he whispered. “She liked to draw a lot when we were still in middle school.” 

“You met her in middle school?” 

Yuta shook his head, “Kindergarten.” Y/N gasped. That was so cute. “It’s so cheesy but I promised her I’ll marry her the first time I saw her.” The girl smiled widely, that is just so adorable. “Of course, the twins happened first and I didn’t give her her dream wedding but it still happened.”

Oh. “Is that why the twins have a different surname than Sakura?” 

“When the twins turned eighteen, they changed their surname to Osaki to remember their mom.” Yuta smiled, “If Sakura wanted to change her surname when she grows up, who am I to stop her?” 

The sides of Y/N’s lips curled up at that. Is he for real? Yuta is such a great dad and an amazing husband. She wanted Sungchan to be exactly like him when he grew up, a loving dad and a loyal husband. “Your wife is very lucky to meet you.” Yuta shook his head, claiming that he was the lucky one. “I hope every girl falls in love with a man like you.” She whispered mindlessly then stopped, realizing what that meant. “I mean your daughters are very lucky to have a dad like you. They surely wouldn’t settle for less.” She hissed at that explanation. What the hell was she saying? 

“I hope they won’t.” The guy held out his hand, palm up. Y/N stared at him confused before he gestured at his hand once again. The girl placed her hand on top of his and he threaded their fingers together. “Thank you, Y/N.” She grasped his hand a little tighter. “For saying those words and for everything you do for my children, especially Sachiko.” 

Y/N had to let go a breath before answering, “It’s nothing.” Her stomach was twisting and turning as she could feel her heart stammering hard against her chest. Does Yuta hear her heartbeat? She hoped not. It’s not normal. Y/N had to slip her hand away from him as she could feel the heat rising to her face. “I’ll get some rest. I hope you rest well here.” 

Yuta shook his head, smiling to himself. “No worries.” The girl stood up, “I’ll cook breakfast early tomorrow morning for the kids.” Y/N hummed in response, holding the rails of the staircase as she felt her knees turning into jelly. 

Yes, dear. She wanted to answer while staring at the hand he held earlier. 

What is this crazy feeling? 

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“Why do we need to pick up Sakura from school?” Y/N asked, starting her car as Sungchan entered the passenger seat. It’s not like she doesn’t want to pick up the younger girl, she’s ecstatic. But that means she’s going to be in the presence of Yuta Nakamoto and she just can’t handle it right now. 

That morning, she woke up to the noise of someone in her kitchen and the smell of eggs being cooked. Her mouth dried at the sight of Yuta, in a tank top, stirring the scrambled eggs in the pan. “Oh, good morning.” He greeted her when he caught sight of her. Did he even notice her ogling at him? She hoped not. “I hope you don’t mind that I used the eggs from the fridge.” Oh, you can certainly use anything you want. Y/N just nodded in response. 

That was such a crazy thought. Is she deprived of a male? Maybe dating isn’t that bad of a thought.

“Shotaro is still in dance class,” Sungchan started, “Sachiko went out with some friends and Coach had some after-school work to do.” Y/N nodded. “Sho claimed that his grandma is home but she doesn’t know where Sakura’s school is.” Oh, that makes sense. 

Sungchan was just playing on his phone the whole ride and Y/N knew that it was still early for dismissal. When they passed a certain coffee shop, she felt curious. Is this the coffee shop Sakura mentioned? If it is, then does Sachiko's crush work here? “Channie,” the older one called, “Do you want some coffee?” 

The shop is relatively small but it’s cozy. She knew it wasn’t for the teenagers but for the kids in the elementary school since there were more sweet drinks than the plain coffee from usual coffee shops. Y/N was astounded when her son greeted a guy by the counter, “I didn’t know you worked here, Eunseok.” Is he the guy? Sakura did say that he looked like Jaehyun and Y/N could see some resemblance. “Oh, what are you going to have?” 

“Iced choco.” 

“You said you wanted coffee.” But the girl just smiled. She took her wallet out but Sungchan already gave the other guy cash for their two drinks. When she pushed her wallet at him, the younger muttered “You told me not to let a woman pay for my meals.” 

The guy by the counter was smiling to himself. Y/N was now sure why Sachi liked this guy. He is handsome. But is he the guy? “Two iced chocos for Sungchan and his girlfriend.” the guy by the counter announced with a teasing smile. 

“Don’t be weird, Eunseok. She’s my mom.” The other guy looked surprised and Y/N was quick to greet him while taking her iced choco. “And stop staring at her.” Y/N giggled, rolling her eyes at her son’s comment. 

“I’m not!” Eunseok revolted. “But why are you here? Do you have a younger sibling at the Elementary school?” 

Sungchan shook his head. “We’re here to pick up Shotaro’s younger sister.” 

“Sakura?” he asked that made Y/N look at him. He knows Sakura? “Where’s Sachiko?” Wait, he knows her? Sungchan explained that she was out with friends and Y/N caught a faint smile on the other’s face. “I guess I won’t be making their orders now.” He lightly glanced at the two tall cups by the working station which had strawberry and caramel drizzle. 

Y/N had to take a sip of her drink just to prevent a smile. Oh, he knows her alright. 

“Channie, do you think that friend of yours looks like your dad?” Y/N asked which made Sungchan choke on his drink. Instead of taking the car, they were walking from the coffee shop to Sakura’s school. “Does he play sports?” 

The tall guy squinted his eyes at that, “He is the captain of the basketball team.” He is that guy! “Mom, he’s the same age as me. Don’t be like this.” Y/N looked confused. What is Sungchan even talking about? “I love you, you know that right? And I don’t want you to get hurt so please don’t meet other guys.” 

“What are you talking about?” 

He sighed heavily, “I promised Dad that I’d let you date again but I can’t. Men are trash, they don’t deserve you.” He then sipped on his iced chocolate. “I’m still hoping that you and Dad could still end up with each other.” 

“Sungchan…” But before she could continue her sentence, the younger guy was briskly walking to the front to welcome the kids coming out of the building. 

Y/N had always been aware of how difficult this set-up was for Sungchan. And to be fair, she wanted to make the relationship better but some things are not supposed to be together; just like her and Jaehyun’s parents. 

Sakura kept on sharing about what she did at school today while Sungchan, who was seated next to her in the backseat of the car, kept on responding enthusiastically. A faint smile appeared on Y/N’s face. Because of Sakura, she had a chance to see her son in a new light.  Although he never experienced being an older brother, he’s very gentle with kids. Y/N was sure that he’d be a great older brother. 

The car stopped in front of the Nakamoto residence, a woman standing by the gate of the house and smiling as she saw her granddaughter exit the car with the teenage boy next to her. The grandmother even greeted Sungchan warmly. Y/N wondered if her son was very close to the family. She offered Sungchan to get inside much to Y/N’s surprise and even walked to her car. “You must be Miss Y/N?” the older woman asked, which made her nod. She immediately turned off the engine of the car to get out and greet her. “Sakura talks a lot about you.” She hoped it was nice things, though. “And my son-in-law is right. You are very pretty.” 

As they walked inside the familiar house, Y/N tried to think of that statement. Yuta is her son-in-law? Meaning, she’s the mother of the children’s mom. It must be very nice of her to stay and take care of them. And he thinks she’s pretty? Yuta? How? That is weird. 

The house smells like cinnamon tea which Sungchan was immediately captivated by. Y/N had been discovering a lot of things about her son today. She found out that she was the grandma who came with Shotaro to camp, and that's why she knows Sungchan. There were a lot of conversations in the small table of four but more of what Y/N does for work. When she offered to make a dress for the older, since she would be attending the wedding of a friend, Sakura’s grandma seemed very delighted.

When Yuta came home that night, the lights were already out and his mother-in-law was the only one in the living room. “Have you eaten?” she asked which made the man nod. He sat on the couch, sighing heavily. “Sachiko and Sakura are already asleep. Shotaro hasn’t come home yet.” He did say that he’s going out with some friends. “And I met Y/N today.” The guy had to sit up properly at the mention of the name. “She picked Kura up from school apparently.” 

He leaned his back on the couch, nodding. “She’s a nice lady.” The older woman started and he nodded once again to gesture to her that he was listening. “Both Sakura and Sachiko seemed so fond of her.” They do. It probably started after that weekend they spent together. Even Sachi who never talks would often interject positive words about Y/N whenever Sakura talks about her. “She’s a very nice girl, Yuta.” 

“Okasan?” He lightly glanced her way. “Where is this conversation heading?” 

The older woman breathed heavily before sitting properly. “I just want to say that there is nothing wrong with trying again. To meet nice girls. To fall in love again.” Yuta had to sit up in surprise. He cannot believe he’s having a conversation like this with his mother-in-law. “My daughter would want it if you find your happiness again, son.” He lightly glanced at the picture of his wife by the hallway. Does she? “Besides, it seems like that woman loves your children as well. Why don’t you just try it out for now?” 

The guy sighed heavily at the thought. This is too much all of a sudden. Yes, he finds her attractive and very likable but there’s so much at risk. This isn’t just a simple she and him entering a relationship, there are children involved. “I’ll think about it, Okasan.” He whispered, “You can go to rest first, I’ll wait for Sho to come home.” 

The older gave him a light shoulder squeeze before disappearing to Sakura's room. Yuta leaned his back on the couch, breathing heavily.

Shotaro leaned his back by the door. So there is a reason why Sungchan asked him that question. Maybe there is something really going on with their parents. Should he stop it or let his dad do what he wants? Will their family change a lot?

Maybe he just needs to find out for himself. 

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Soccer seemed very boring for Shotaro. Imagine spending all your strength and stamina just to run and kick that small ball in the goal. He cannot understand the beauty of the sport. And maybe that is the reason why he never really felt too close to his dad. He had always been a soccer prodigy in Japan and a lot of people thought Shotaro, his son, would end up in the same field as him. But he felt a passion for dancing more than in any sports. An idea that his mom perfectly understood but not much with his dad.

Watching Sungchan, in all his sweating glory, running across the field with the ball on his feet made Shotaro realize that he must be the son his father had always wanted. He lightly glanced at his dad who was standing and shouting to his ace player. Surely, he will like Sungchan more as a son. 

His friend’s team won and he saw how his dad ruffled the taller’s hair, smiling widely at him. If his dad does pursue Sungchan’s mom, his ace player will end up becoming his stepson. They’ll be an unstoppable duo in soccer.

And maybe that was what his dad wanted.

“I’m pretty good, aren’t I?” Sungchan asked his friend, lightly elbowing him. Shotaro only nodded in response. “This is the first time I saw you watching the game.” 

The other guy smiled timidly. “I thought your mom would be here.” 

“My mom?” Sungchan asked before lightly hitting his friend’s shoulder. “I told you not to think weird things about my mom.” 

Shotaro chuckled, lightly dusting his shoulder. “That’s not what I mean.” He reasoned out and in a soft voice continued, “I just want to see how my dad reacts when she’s around.” The taller stopped in his tracks, looking at his friend in confusion. “It’s nothing. I just want to confirm if my dad is open to dating or not.” 

“You said it was fine.” 

He nodded, “As long as it’s not your mom.” Sungchan looked offended so he cleared up. “I don’t want us to be stepbrothers. We see each other all the time.” 

The taller guy laughed and then ruffled his hair. “I don’t think they like each other like that.” 

“Hopefully, they don’t.” 

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Sachiko informed Yuta that they’d be heading to the mall and visiting Y/N’s boutique since the girl offered to make their grandmother a dress for the upcoming wedding she was attending. He left the game early, telling the team members that he’d just treat them to a meal later. Yuta even told Sungchan that he was going to his mom’s workplace but he refused to go and just decided to hang out with Shotaro. It was weird but maybe the two teenage boys are up to something. 

Jungwoo was greeting Yuta when he entered the boutique, gesturing for him to sit on the couch while explaining that the three girls were inside Y/N’s workshop. He was just glad that the guy still knew him after the basketball game and the barbecue party. From inside a well-decorated door, he could hear a child squealing in glee. “Sakura is having the time of her life,” Jungwoo teased, handing a cup of coffee to Yuta. 

The other smiled, nodding. “I hope she isn’t troubling Y/N with her work.” 

“Oh, I wouldn’t worry about it.” Jungwoo claimed, “My sister could use the distraction.” 

Yuta had finished half the cup when the door slid open and out came Sachiko followed by Sakura who was skipping to him. The guy had to stand up to hug the younger girl before his mother-in-law came out the door followed by Y/N. “Are you done?” It was Jungwoo who asked after the designer placed her sketchpad on the countertop. “You should get your lunch break.” 

The man holding Sakura looked confused, "You haven’t had lunch yet?” 

“I think I forgot to eat,” she claimed just as the older woman held her arm. “Let’s go eat outside, my dear.” Y/N had to lightly glance at Jungwoo as he nodded, even waving her off. “Sure, okasan,” Y/N answered which startled Yuta. 

Even if Y/N wanted to come with Sachiko and her grandmother to buy shoes, Yuta had to force her to at least eat something first. It’s already afternoon, very late for lunch. Does she always starve herself for work? Sakura was running to the mini playground by the food court by the mall, leaving the two adults seated opposite each other. “You’ve been working all morning?” Yuta asked, which made the woman nod, eating the pasta she ordered. “That’s why you weren’t at Sungchan's game today.” 

There was surprise on the woman’s face then realization. “Oh gosh, I totally forgot about that.” 

Yuta chuckled, “He’s with Shotaro so I guess he’s fine.” Y/N only nodded, nibbling on a fry as she typed a message to her son as an apology. “They won by the way.” 

“There’s no doubt. The team is amazing.” 

The guy had to smile at that, taking a bite of the burger he ordered as well. “About Okasan’s dress, I’ll pay for it.” 

“No, no.” Y/N shook her head. “I already talked to Okasan about it. It’s been taken care of.” 

Yuta had to lean closer, “You call her Okasan?” 

The girl nodded, “I can’t call her grandma or auntie so she suggested calling her Okasan.” She took another fry from the plate, biting on it. “What does Okasan mean?” 

“Mom,” The side of Yuta’s lips curled up at the surprise in her expression. “To be fair, we call a friend’s mom Okasan in Japan.” 

“But calling your mother-in-law Okasan feels inappropriate.” 

He laughed, too loud, that Y/N lightly glanced at the people around. Why is he so carefree? “She just likes you so much.” 

“I’m not really good with mothers so I’m not entirely sure about that.” 

“You’re very likable, Y/N.” She kept on shaking her head. “Okasan likes you, the kids like you.” Y/N had to lightly glance at Sakura who was energetically playing on the slides. “I think I like you.” 

The girl had another surprise in her life. Is she hearing him correctly? And why is that so casually coming out of his lips? “But this is just me admiring you Y/N,” Yuta explained with her loss of words. “I don’t want to bother you with my feelings if you’re not open to developing feelings again.” Y/N had to blink twice at that statement. 

She can’t seem to wrap her head around the fact that Yuta has feelings for her. How? Why? This is so confusing. “I get it," He claimed with a laugh, "You’re straight up rejecting me with your reaction.” 

The girl vehemently shook her head, “I’m not,” Then realized what she said. “I think you’re great, Yuta. But this is just too overwhelming.” She leaned her back on the chair she was sitting on. What Sungchan said to her before came to her like a wave. “But I don’t think I can do this.” 

“Is it Jaehyun?” She shook her head, "Sungchan?"

“He still believes that I can end up with his dad.” There was a smile on Yuta’s face. Of course. “It’s already complicated since you’re his best friend's dad and his soccer coach at that.” 

“I understand, Y/N.” The girl had to bite her lip in contemplation. This is frustrating. And really? She’s rejecting this amazing man in the middle of the mall food court. What the hell is wrong with her? “Do you think I could change Sungchan’s mind?” 

Once again, the surprise. Whoever came up with the phrase ‘three times a charm’ hasn’t been in this situation. Why does this guy in front of her keep surprising her like this? “If Sungchan could see that I’m serious about you, do you think he could reconsider?” 

Y/N’s heart kept on stammering hard in her chest, her face feeling warm at the seriousness of the question. “What if he doesn’t?” 

“Then I’ll just keep trying.” She could feel her heart jump in her chest. What is this feeling? Is she dying? “Is that alright with you?” Yuta raised a hand, asking for a high five that he usually does. 

“Okay.” The girl raised her hand but before she could have contact with the guy, he threaded their fingers together. Yuta had a smile on his face, which she mirrored. 

This is okay for now. 

Right?

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Part Four

[jeyusosqueen]

Picture Credit: @dynamitekansai

Southern Charm (Jey Uso x OC)

Chapter 10: Baby Love

Sara

She woke up one morning and was picked up by Trinity who took her to their mother in law’s house as Josh met them there. Her mother in law had decided to throw her a baby shower for the girls. There were Barbie decorations everywhere and diaper cakes. A big Barbie cake along with Southern and Samoan cuisine. Her best friends Meranda and Lizzie met up with her there along with her friend Ashley. Meranda’s older sister Michelle also came as Sara hugged her, smiling “Michelle! How you been girl? It’s been a minute. “ She knew her best friend’s sister had been dealing with some health issues on top of the fact her only daughter broke her heart moving away from home with a guy she didnt know, Michelle didnt know who the guy was which concerned her. She smiled as she took a seat as she felt her stomach getting achy again. Before she said anything she smiled seeing Joshua pulling up with Jon and his brothers. They helped bring gifts in “Thank you all so much. “ Sara smiled softly. Her sister Danielle, her brothers and her sister in law Harlee also came to help.

Jey

Josh smiled seeing all the decorations for his girls as he hugged everyone. He hugged his mother and kissed her cheek. He helped put up the banners for Saraya and Jeyniah. His pride over swelling at that fact that he was finally getting to be a girl dad and twins at that. He smiled seeing Sara’s father coming over and helping in anyway that he could. Of course what her Dad could do was minimal as he was still on doctor’s orders to not over exert. Jon came over and helped them set up the chairs as Trinity came over with more food. Trin had gone out making wings and ox tails along with some potato salad and Mac n Cheese. Trin surprised Sara with her favorite banana pudding. He saw Sara come out as he got a chair for her and helped her sit down. He knelt down speaking to her gently “Hey let us take over. You sit and rest. “ He smiled kissing her as he rubbed her feet.

Sara

She smiled down at Josh “You are too good to me, you know that? I feel spoiled. “ They both giggled as Josh pressed his forehead against hers “You’re my Queen, it’s my job to spoil you. “ She blushed and grinned at that as she bit her lip. She inspected the flowers and gave her assent. She could smell the gardenias as she got a whiff of the perfume smell they gave off “Smells just like my grandma. Of course she wore that White Diamonds stuff. “ She grinned down at him

Jey

“Yeah your Dad told me she was a beauty Queen back in the 40’s. I see where you get your beauty and grace from. “ He smiled and kissed her softly. “Here let me get you some lemonade and a snack while the food is cooking. Ma said it ain’t ready yet. “ He chuckled as he brought her a lemonade and some mixed blueberries and strawberries he washed and cut up. “Think you’re up flying to RAW with me tomorrow or tonight? “ He asked as he ate his snack, seeing her nod. Sara said “Of course I’ll be there. I want to support my husband after all. “ Sara blushed at the word husband as Josh grinned “You’re sexy when you blush like that. Don’t worry, pops got us a room and everything at the hotel. “ He said as he rubbed her feet to calm her down.

Sara

She never felt so spoiled in her life. Her feet feeling a little more now as she felt more swollen than ever. This baby weight taking a toll on her. “You sure you still love me when I look like a big ass whale over here? “ Josh clicked his teeth and shook his head, he looked at her, Josh said “Naw you ain’t no whale. You a goddess, a beautiful one. “ She blushed as he kissed her softly as she beamed “You’ve made me so happy you know that? “ She heard him say as she blushed as she replied “I’m glad I can make you happy, you know that? “ Resting her head against his shoulder

Jey

This girl turned out to be his dream girl. He loved her smile and everywhere she went so did the sunshine. He smiled as he had roses delivered for her while she was in the bathroom getting changed. Roses for his beautiful woman. He picked up his phone texting his sons to see how they were doing. Writing “I miss you both so much and I love you both very much. Love, pops. “ He grinned seeing her come out dressed up for RAW as he twirled her around “My Queen, looking good as ever tonight. Now cmon, let’s go get some Waffle House before we go, huh? Something quick? “ He grinned putting his arm around her as they left the hotel. His world, his everything. 

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[briskoforthogod]

Callie had been hurt, she felt betrayed when Arizona left, when she waited until we were boarding the plane to drop the ball. To let me down easily and toss me to the side. She was humiliated, she was hurt in rage that day. But Callie also knows she was sacrificing her life, her future for Arizona. In the moment she would’ve followed the blonde anywhere. Because you move with your love, you give up your path if it meant being with them. And Callie was helplessly in love. At the time she was angry for weeks, but her actions with Mark wasn’t out of wanting to stick one to Arizona. She had gotten haircut, she had danced in her own apartment. 

She missed the blonde, and she felt replaceable with how she left, like the opportunity was worth dismissing herself; our relationship. Callie hated the torch she was holding for the blonde, she lay awake in her bed, she’d reach to the other side of the bed, searching, hoping to touch her; except the female was nowhere in sight, she was gone. Forming this heavy ache in her chest; a longing, a piece was missing from her body. 3 years; no call, no email, and was Callie expected to stand still for her? To stop moving, to stop her life being in the beck and call for Arizona? Who left her. That was the part she was selfishly hung up on. But she also didn’t want to hold a grudge, she wanted to forgive, and Arizona was here; back, and of course I took accountability for the surprise she got, when she saw not only a child but Mark. I didn’t sleep with him that night to hurt her; whatever excuse she mapped up in her mind. 

I was wasted, I was missing her; and Mark made me feel again, the touches, his mouth oh.. Any wasted women would have slept with him. But I also know if the roles had been reversed, I’d be hurt, feel the amount of betrayal that the blonde felt right now. With an open mind, I was calm as we stood within the halls of the hospital the very place we fell in love. A love of passion, of desire, pure love for each other. “ Mark is my best friend, he knows how I felt, I mean I feel about you, All the insecurities you felt, it was because of my history with him. And if you were here, you would’ve seen how miserable I was without you. But I was drunk I wanted to feel nothing and I won’t apologize for Sofia, for having her. I am sorry that her dad is Mark though, I know that’s hard to hear.” An honest one, a lump that did appear in her throat. She didn’t want to rush, trust was broken, but at the end of the day the only one who makes her heart race was the blonde next to her. Carefully; her hand had moved to place on her arm, as a truancy, as a way of mending pieces. “ I wouldn’t want to hide you, I just need to forgive, I need us to be on solid ground before Sofia sees you. I need to trust you.” If that made sense; before my daughter got the glimpse of us. 

“ Thank you for not hating me.” I mean ships sail, but for the first it was like we were listening.

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Arizona knew Callie well enough to know she wouldn’t welcome her with open arms. There is nothing wrong with that because Arizona knows she her her. She was crying the whole time she was gone and didn’t know anything that was going on. She had no idea what she was coming back to Seattle to. She just had one thing in her mind and that was to see Callie. She knew she would have to fight for her to give her a shot and she was willing to put up a fight for that. She wanted nothing more then to start over with the brunette. Not that she deserved it but she would work for it if that what it takes for Callie and her tot ry this again. 

Arizona can still read Callie and knew she was still so angry at her. Not that she wanted her to be, but she understood. It was not like Arizona slept like a baby at night over in Malawi. It was far from the truth. She would cry at night missing Callie and trying so hard to find ways to come home and find ways to leave early but they had her locked into a contract and she couldn’t. Being over there was the longest three years of her life and she really didn’t know how else to put it. It was not what she wanted but it was what she got. But now Callie and her were working together. Not that they have lost that bit of how to work together because they still moved with ease in the operating room. Knowing each others next move. 

But being in the room together and just the two of them besides the nurses. Arizona decided to take her shot and just talk about things. Maybe it wasn’t the best place, but Callie couldn’t leave and she couldn’t run and not talk to her. So that was the reason why Arizona chose this point to talk to Callie. She could tell Callie as mad, she didn’t have to see her eyes, she can tell her by her body language and she knew she was getting to her. But she just needed her to know a few things before she dismissed anything and everything with the two of them if she felt like this could still be something that it was before she left three years ago. 

Sighing low, Arizona holds her tools where they are to assist Callie to do her part. “That is the thing though, you were faking happiness about going. It was a huge deal for me. I am sorry I didn’t think about tell you sooner, but I didn’t think it would matter. I wasn’t even going to go because I met you but then Webber make a big deal out of it and told everyone so I had to go. I tried, but with everyone looking over my shoulder and them not really knowing I had a girlfriend and if they knew I could have gotten thrown in prison for just being gay. So no, I couldn’t. Teddy, she was a friend, I didn’t have the urge to tell her I loved her like I would you. So, yes, I emailed Teddy because she was a friend and she told me how you were. The only thing she left tout is that you had a kid. She told me you were moving on and doing well.”

Arizona was being honest. She had no idea that she had a kid and when she happen to walk into that, she was shocked, and maybe hurt and maybe more but she had no right to feel all of that being that she left and Callie didn’t. “I don’t expect you to, but I need you to know I am here. I don’t have to go back. At all. They have someone else who took over and they are continuing what I did over there. But knowing that Callie slept with Mark so soon after she left that is what maybe hurt Arizona more then anything. Not that she would admit it but since they were letting everything out and being lost in Callie’s eyes for a moment and Arizona blinked to wipe away the tears that were threatening to fall. 

“I am not saying regret your daughter, I am not a monster Callie. Just Mark, out of all people. It is the one I was so scared of you going back to and guess what? You did. I am sorry, but Mark was always my concern. I know we weren’t together and you had every right to be with whoever but the one person I didn’t want you to be with you were. I just hope he treats Sofia the way she is supposed to be treated and I know you’re a fantastic mother. There was never any doubt in my mind about that. But it doesn’t take away at the fact that Mark is now attached you and this little girl and I will always be the person that is on the outside looking in.”

Blinking again and needing to get away and think. She wanted to be with Callie but this one hurt. Stepping back seeing she was done. She just walked out. She needed air and she needed to let her emotions hit without anyone else seeing it as she did it enough in Malawi that she just needed to be alone. She scrubbed out and washed her hands and took her mask off and she rushed off to an on-call room. Callie was the love of her life and she needed to just take it all in that things were different and Callie may never trust her again and never let her in again, but she was trying. She wanted this and if that meant her having a little girl with Callie and being the friend for now, then who was she to deny that.