#I liked that his parents were there but it was so quick and then he just.. leaves again?? no problem?? and I guess they’re fine with it now

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A Package Deal - epilogue 1

In which Lando has doubts about his worth.

warnings: angst and talk of parental death. fluff at the end tho. pairing: lando norris x singlemom!reader word count...idk like 2k? maybe less!

A Package Deal - A Package Deal - Part 2 - A Package Deal - Part 3 - A Package Deal - Part 4 - A Package Deal - Part 5 - A Package Deal - Part 6

"Today was...a lot." You sigh, collapsing into bed beside an already tucked in Lando.

"Mhm." Lando's reply is quick, a sound devoid of any emotion that has your head swinging over to where he sits beside you.

You, Lando, Stella and the rest of your family had spent most of the day moving things from your old house into the house you and Lando had purchased a few weeks after returning home from Switzerland. Both of you had wanted a fresh start as a new family and this home was supposed to be your new beginning. Something about his demeanor right now though had alarm bells ringing in your head.

"Everything okay my love?"

At this point in your relationship, you and Lando could pretty much communicate solely with an exchanged look across a room and a change in posture. You could tell when something was off with your fiance.

"Are we sure Stella should be calling me dad?"

If you had been asked to predict what was bothering Lando before he had opened his mouth, the question he asked you as he sat avoiding your stunned look was simply not even in the top 1,000 things that could have been on that list.

"I'm sorry, come again?" You try so hard to keep your anxiety and anger in check at the absolute audacity of his question, hoping that he has a good reason to be questioning his role in Stella's life.

The same heavy weight of anxiety sits on Lando's shoulders, unable to look you in the eyes. "I mean, I'm not." He says softly. "She has a dad. He died but I can't replace him. I shouldn't want to replace him."

You stare at Lando for several moments trying to come up with a response. This was certainly not the conversation you had anticpated having tonight, not after spending nearly 12 hours moving house but, here you were. Lando and you hadn't talked much about your ex. There wasn't much to say. You had dated when you were teenagers, got pregnant by accident as teenagers sometimes do, and by the time you had Stella you had gone your separate ways. He had been a good dad to Stella in those eight months before the accident, of course, but he had never connected with Stella the way you had when she was a baby.

Gingerly moving over so you're shoulder to shoulder with Lando, you lay your head on his shoulder. Relief that washes over you when he drops his head onto yours and takes your hand in his, playing with your engagement ring while he sits quietly.

Lando wasn't having second thoughts about you and Stella, about his commitment to either of you. Absolutely not. He was insecure and worried about stepping into a role that he thought he didn't deserve.

"Lan, Stella was eight months old when Chris died. You're not trying to replace him but you're the only dad she's ever known, baby. Where is all this coming from?"

If you know Lando like you think you do, you're pretty sure somethings got his anxiety up and he's worried himself into a spiral where he's convinced himself that he's not good enough or worthy of the family that he's got now.

And when he opens his mouth to explain, your suspecisons are confirmed.

"When I was packing up Stella's room today, I came across a few pictures of Chris holding Stella in the hospital." A bright shock of pain slices through Lando's chest at the thought of that picture and the feelings of jealousy that had come with seeing it for the first time. He couldn't believe how jealous he had felt knowing that he had missed that with Stella. With you. How he'd missed seeing you pregnant for the first time, how even when you started a family together like you'd talked about countless amounts of times, he'd never truly be the first one to have a family with you. He had spent the rest of the day thinking about how maybe he didn't deserve to have Stella call him dad anymore, how he hadn't earned it because there had been someone before him.

"I just don't want her to grow up thinking I'm trying to take his place. She has a dad already and what if resents me for stepping into that dad role when she's older? What if I don't deserve to be her dad?"

The pain in Lando's voice has your chest squeezing so painfully it becomes difficult for you to breathe. "Lando." You whisper, interlocking your fingers with his as you nuzzle deeper into his neck. "Baby, I need you to listen to me right now, okay? Can you do that for me?"

You pause, waiting for him to at least confirm he's going to try. When you feel him nod against your head, a small humm emanating from his throat, you continue. "Stella was eight months old when Chris died, she has no memories of him. You are the only dad she's ever known, okay? You. Do you understand me?"

"But what if..."

"No." You interrupt, tone a bit harsher than you intended. "Nope, you need to stop right there with the 'what ifs', Lan. Chris and I were friends for a very long time before we even started dating. I knew him very well and I need you to trust me when I tell you that he would be very much on board with Stella calling you dad."

Lando lifts his head before tilting your chin up so you can finally look at him in the eyes. His brows are furrowed and he's looking down at you like he can't quite believe what you're saying. Like he doesn't have the confidence in himself to believe what you're saying is true.

When he doesn't say anything further, you continue. "That little girl that I just finished tucking into bed adores you. She thinks the absolute world of you, my love. She was the one to call you dad in the first place, and if there's one thing i've learned since becoming a mom its that sometimes you have to trust that what your kid is saying is the truth. They're little humans with feelings and thoughts and beliefs of their own. Stella wouldn't call you dad if she didn't want to."

Your chest rises and falls faster at the end of your little speech, eyes searching Lando's for some kind of hint that you're getting through to him.

And you are. Lando's chest aches with the truth that he knows you're telling him. "I just don't think I could stand knowing I screwed something up with her. That I was a bad dad to her because I'm not really her parent."

You can't help but laugh at that and Lando's brow tugs together in confusion. "Baby, you're more of a parent than you realize."

"What do you mean?"

You reach down and capture Lando's hand in yours before giving it a squeeze. "You're not a true parent until you spend a majority of your time wondering if everything that comes out of your mouth or every decision you make is going to somehow screw up your kid. It's natural and it doesn't mean you're a bad parent."

You take Lando's face in your hands, pulling him towards you. When your nose is a breath away from his and you can almost feel his lips dusting over yours, you grin. "That makes you a good parent, Lando. And an even better one because you're helping raise a baby you didn't make. Stella is as much your baby as she is mine or Chris', do you understand me?"

Tears sting at the back of Lando's eyes. He hadn't realized how much seeing that picture of Chris and Stella in the hospital had bothered him. He felt guilty for ever being jealous of Chris, for being cold to you, for questioning Stella's judgement of her own feelings. All of it comes welling up in his chest, this feeling of overwhelming guilt threatening to drown him for a moment. You can see it happening, the panic attack coming on that you've witnessed before. You know how hard he is on himself, how much he wants to be perfect for everyone else because letting anyone down is akin to a waking nightmare.

"Listen to me." You beg, willing him to open his eyes so he can see how serious you are right now. "Lando, look at me."

Lando's eyes flutter open after a moment and you smile at him. "You are a good dad. The perfect dad for Stella, I swear to you. The first thing she asks me when I pick her up from school is always 'Is Lando home yet?' but since we came home from Switzerland, it's always 'is dad home yet?' Dad. That little girl sees you as her dad and that's the best gift you've ever given me. Do you remember what you told that horrendous PR girl last year?" You pause and Lando chuckles, that day last year in Miami flashing before his eyes.

"You told her Stella and I were the center of your world but you know what? You're the center of mine and Stella's world. I don't think you realize how important you are to other people, to us. Neither of us could survive without you, and that alone makes you worthy of being my husband and my little girl's father, okay?"

Tears stream down both of your faces as the words you've just said hang in the air between you, heavy and silent. You stay quiet, the reverberation of your words etching themselves into Lando's bones. He knows you're right, of course you are. But knowing you're right and beginning to believe it by himself? That was proving to be a little bit harder. But your words help him realize that he's doing a better job than he might think he is.

"Okay." He rasps out before covering your lips with yours, deperatly trying to show you just how much he loves you.

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Ice Cream (part 3)

Part 1 Part 2

Summary: the shadow needs to be put on timeout.

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Word Count: 1821

Warnings: literally just fluff. azzie being a shy baby again🥹ALSO SHADOWS BEING MENACES BWAHAHAHAA💀 az is like an old asian parent tired of his kids bs 😭

A/n: ooof i love the shadows omg there such a pain in az's lil ass lmaoo. the one smartass shadow in the first part comes back to steal the spotlight and to make az's life miserable by its jabs lol🥹

ALSO THIS IS THE LAST PART IN THIS SERIES IM SO HAPPY OML I LOVED WRITING THIS 🥹😭

anyways, enjoyyy🥹🤭

(ps. the idea for shadows writing yn's name on az was given by @ayme301 hehe so thank youuuu 🥹❣️)

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Azriel had a routine. He always did.

Wake up, train, have something to eat, send reports to Rhys, analyse more reports, go onto missions if he had any, and train some more. It was always the same variation of the same few things.

But for a month now, his routine had a new addition. Having her on his mind every moment of every day.

His mind kept wandering to the colour of her eyes, the texture of her hair, the slight tilt to her lips when she found something he did funny. The way her quick wit and subtle hints of her boldness showed through her cold exterior as she slowly began to let her guard down around him, the way her eyes began to light up ever so lightly when she saw him as the two spent more and more time together.

She had become an important part of his routine, and he did not have a single problem with it, even as it put strain on him to finish up his work sooner so no one would suspect he was getting distracted from his duty.

Having her on his mind constantly, it was hard to focus on what his family was doing as they all sat in a booth at Rita’s, because he was too busy wondering what Y/n might be doing tonight. Maybe she was at her home, reading and sipping tea. Maybe she was out with her friends. Maybe she was by herself, wandering through the countless shops displaying items irresistible to anyone.

Maybe she was thinking of him.

The last thought had sudden heat travelling to Azriel’s cheeks, and he willed his shadows to cover him in case his family took notice of it as he lifted his almost empty cup of the alcoholic beverage Cassian had shoved into his hands to his lips.

Azriel looked up, glancing out of the window near the booth his family occupied, hoping that if Y/n really was out, she would walk by. It would certainly be a treat to his eyes and a soothing distraction from the overstimulation that was the inner circle.

"Az?"

He blinked, glancing over to Feyre, who stared at Az with furrowed brows. "Yes?"

She stared at him for a moment, a moment in which Azriel quickly looked over everyone present over the table. All their eyes were fixed on him, some confused, some curious. "We asked if you’re in for the game?"

Az straightened, setting his glass on the table and wrapped his arms around his chest. "Sure."

Cassian lifted a brow. "Do you even know what we’re playing?" Azriel’s cheeks flushed at the knowing look in his brother’s eyes, and he glanced down at his lap, clearing his throat and waiting for a shadow to fill him in on what was going on.

Master needs to learn to pay attention.

Azriel turned his head slightly to scowl at the particular shadow, and it bobbed away happily, as if unaware of his glare. But thankfully, another shadow floated up to his ear to whisper.

Truth or drink. They wish to probe and do your work.

The shadow that had initially hurried away from Azriel slithered back up his neck.

Be nosy, that is.

Azriel would have glared had he not had to turn back to his family. He nodded slightly, clearing his throat. "Truth or drink. I’m in."

Cassian leaned back, shooting a look that irked Azriel to Rhysand, who leaned forward on the table with a shit eating grin. "Let’s start with you then, brother. Who is keeping you so distracted and bothered all the time?"

Azriel clenched his jaw, releasing a breath through his nose, contemplating whether it was worth telling his family and bringing himself to his doom at their gossiping hands.

Before he could settle on his choice to drink, his shadows had already made the decision.

"Y…" Mor squinted, her brows furrowed, and Azriel’s blood ran cold when he heard the first few syllables of her name. "Y/n?"

Azriel stared at Mor, who smirked, her eyes fixed on Azriel’s forehead as she leaned back. Azriel looked around at all his friends, wondering what the hell was going on and how they knew Y/n’s name. And then a shadow moved closer to his ear.

Y/n.

Y/n Y/n Y/n.

Azriel reeled in his frustration at the less than helpful chanting, but then the same shadow hit his chin, prompting him to lift it, and his eyes landed on her.

She wore a simple black dress, the thing covering everything and leaving everything up to imagination with the high neck and long sleeves and skirts. Her hair was open, and she looked just as beautiful as she always did.

And she was looking right at him, her lips spread in a smile as she stood right behind Cassian, seemingly having stood up from the booth next to them.

In the back of his mind, Azriel knew his family was looking at him in concern when he said nothing, but he couldn’t care less as he stared at that smile, the one he had seen for the first time ever.

She is beautiful.

She never smiled more than the slight tilts to her lips, and maybe it was for the good, because if he had seen that smile earlier, he might already be married right now. She was so mesmerising, it was a miracle Azriel hadn’t asked her to be his on the first ever outing to the ice cream shop the two had been to. But if he had seen her offer him that smile, he would have gone too far in love, he knew.

Master needs to stop drooling, he looks like a baby.

And ugly.

Azriel almost turned to scowl, but he did not want to miss even a moment of the smile on her face. But that also led him to the question. Why was she smiling?

She giggled lightly, and he only knew because he saw her throat muscles move as she lifted a finger to her forehead, then pointed at him.

And then Azriel realised.

He quickly lifted his hand to his head, whipping away the shadow that would not stop acting like a smartass teenager. After he was sure the shadow was gone and no longer using his forehead as some sort of writing surface to announce to the world his feelings for a certain bookstore owner, he swallowed and stood, trying to excuse himself.

But Cassian turned, looking right at Y/n. "Are you Y/n?"

The eyes Azriel always found himself lost in lifted to meet his own hazel ones, her cheeks turning a deeper shade as she tried to stop smiling. Azriel could see the blush on her face, even in the dim lighting, and he thanked the mother for his eyesight.

Y/n not having her guard up at all times was not a sight everyone was blessed to witness.

She nodded lightly, glancing around at the rest of Azriel’s friends before giving him a small wave. She turned and walked out after her friends, who laughed among themselves. She did shoot him a glance before she walked out, but then she was gone.

Azriel turned, trying to see if there was any way he could escape his confines, having been pushed to sit between the window and Feyre. And when he didn’t, he climbed onto the seat and stepped behind her, then Rhysand, whispering apologies as he hopped onto the ground and broke into a sprint, hoping to catch up to Y/n.

His family tried to call after him, but Azriel was a male on a mission, and a very skilled one at that.

He stepped out into the cold night air, his eyes landing on Y/n waving at her friends as they went the opposite direction. He swallowed, hoping she would not mind his presence and walked towards her. She probably felt his proximity, as when she turned, she only smiled at him and gestured for him to walk with her.

A shadow floated close to Azriel to inform him of the way his family was watching him like hawks from the window they had sat next to, and when Azriel turned to look, sure enough, Cassian and feyre scrambled away, while Rhysand, Mor and Nesta looked like they were trying too hard to act nonchalant.

"They really are nosy." Y/n’s soft voice reached Azriel, and he turned to offer her an exasperated look.

"And I deal with it everyday."

She laughed, gently slipping her hand to hold his arm. Instantly, his pulse was galloping.

Master is no better than a schoolboy.

Azriel shot a glare to the darned shadow, wondering if there was a chance he could put it in timeout.

"So… I keep you distracted, huh?" Y/n spoke after a moment, making Azriel’s ears go warm.

"I…"

She laughed, leaning her head against his shoulder as the two walked the rest of the way in silence. Azriel only heard her laugh ring in his ears, wishing and praying that he would be blessed enough by the mother to hear the beautiful sound for the rest of his life.

Only once the two were at her apartment doors did she pull away and step forward, towards the entrance before turning to him, around an arms length of distance between the two.

Too much.

"So?"

Azriel folded his hands at his back, smiling slightly. "So?"

She leaned back against the wall, humming. "When am I meeting the family then?"

His breath hitched. "You… want to?"

She lifted a brow. "You don’t?"

Azriel shook his head, looking down at his boots. "I don’t want you to be uncomfortable, and I know they can be a lot sometimes."

He heard her move closer to him, lifting his eyes to meet her gaze once both her hands had reached out to hold one of his. "I think I am ready, Az."

Az. She called me Az.

He leaned his head closer to her. "What do I get if I take you to meet them?"

She blinked at him. "Oh, I don’t know, maybe you get to tell everyone you are courting me? And you can stop having to sneak around to meet me?"

He grinned, hearing those words spoken into the space between them as he touched his forehead to hers. "Hmm… not enough. I want more."

She snorted. "And what is that?"

"Maybe you take me out to the ice cream shop again." He reached up to touch her cheek, his eyes fixated on the way her skin seemed to contrast with his.

"And this time, we will get a huge bucket of mint chocolate, and share it. Like a real couple."

She smiled again, rolling onto her tiptoes to press her lips to his cheek.

"Mint chocolate it is."

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#Holiday requests If you're not too busy I would love another part to cinnamon rolls son. Love your writing, it really is a great inspiration, you got me out of my own writing slump.

The Justice League was at their wits ends with Dan. Disaster struck no matter what they attempted to ensure he developed some softer traits.

First, Barry had the bright idea to show him the wonders of volunteer work to help the community. If he could value the life of humans, surely he wouldn't destroy it in the far future. As a teenager, Barry had punched hours of volunteering in the local hospital to play and read to the sick children in bed.

He had done it because he enjoyed making children smile and built up his resume for college. Barry was many things, but being wealthy enough to afford college wasn't one of them. He wanted to apply for as many scholarships as possible, so he started his community service campaign from an early age.

On the first day of their community service, Barry had taken him to clean up the local beach. An hour into the work, a shark had been spotted near the swimmers, and Dan had dived in to rescue a little girl from its jaws.

Dan had been hailed a hero until he picked up the girl's father and threw him into the water towards said shark. The father had ignored his seven-year-old daughter for his mistress. Apparently, once Dan overheard the man panicking more about his wife finding out the beach father-daughter beach day was just an excuse to cheat on her than his crying daughter in the ambulance, Dan had figured he needed to be taught a lesson.

Dan stood over him while the man screamed and splashed, pointing and laughing. Were it not for the Flash's sudden appearance, well....Dan may have actually fed that cheating cum bag to the sharks.

Bruce added it to the shared drive, asking Barry to include a complete detailed report, by the hour, of what happened. They figured they could analyze Dan and find what could make him snap.

Next, Clark took Dan to his family farm. He claimed nothing brought up good children like his mother and father's gentle but firm parenting,g plus the wonders of the hard farmer life. Clark was sure Dan would enjoy all the open space, the animals, and working in the fields.

Within the hour of the pair arriving at the farm, Dan happily weeded around the field. Clark was somewhat surprised by how quick he took to the job. He went inside to help Ma ready some pie and Clark's legendary lemonade as a reward.

It only took a few minutes since Ma had already put the pie to cook before they arrived. The two were gone long enough that Clark could make a nice pitcher and take a few seconds to smell the mouthwatering pie.

He went back into the field carrying a tray of a plated two-slice pie and a cold glass cup, only to stop dead in his tracks. Dan was kneeling, laughing manically towards the sky, within the circle of burning weeds.

The flames were a green and black color. Its dark smoke shifted into what appeared to be screaming humans. The worst part, however, was the lines of what appeared to be renamed scarecrows wearing shackles as they harvest Pa's cornfield.

Clark was horrified.

Batman had added to the drive, "Gave life to inanimate things just to enslave them."

Hal was the next one to try, but no one knew what happened on their Become A Better Person trip. Hal refused to place a report, only stating that he could never look at Hawaiian pizza again. He threw up when Barry brought one in for a long meeting.

At least Phantom seemed happy they were still attempting to save his son. His daughter was also more well-behaved, spending most of her days traveling. It was strange to associate her with Phantom because if there was one thing Dani liked to do, it was pick fights.

She had fought through Darkside's defenses to challenge him to a pie-eating contest. She freed half of his planet on her way out, but not before beating them up to get them to listen.

Her father would have spent time trying to do things peacefully. Not Dani. She did stuff through her fists.

Batman had added classifications to the three ghosts in the file. Phantom was Lawfully good, Dani Chaotic good, and Dan was marked as Chaotic neutral. The rest of the league suspects that his children added those, but no one was brave enough to point it out.

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𝑀𝑜𝓃𝓀𝑒𝓎 Our Girl: Growing Up | 𝒮𝓉𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐵𝓎 𝑀𝑒

summary: for the moment that leah met monkey, she knew she was special and she would hold a fond place in her heart.

“Alright, let’s pick up the pace! Keep those passes sharp – don’t let them break down in the middle!” The Arsenal training ground buzzed with energy as your coach’s voice rang out across the astroturf pitch, “Move, move, move! Let’s see some energy out there!”

You were at the back of the group, hoping to stay invisible as you dribbled the ball in quick, precise touches. The other kids were chattering, their parents clapping and cheering them from the sidelines, but you didn’t look up.

You didn’t have anyone in the crowd.

You shuffled closer to the back of the group, your bright yellow Arsenal kit feeling a size too big. You adjusted the football under your arm, hoping to blend into the sea of other players.

“Nice control, keep it up!” Your coach shouted, clapping his hands as he moved through the drills, “That’s great. Don’t be afraid to take a risk!” He continued to encourage, his eyes landing on you, “And you! Don’t hang back, get stuck in! Show me what you’ve got!”

You hesitated for a moment, your heart pounding before you stepped into the drill. With practised ease, you weaved through the cones, the ball glued to your feet.

The hushed whispers of your teammates faded, and for a brief moment, it was just you and the ball.

You knew that today a few of the Arsenal woman senior players would be attending the training session, meeting the next generation of talent.

One of them in particular, eighteen-year-old Leah Williamson stood on the sidelines, watching closely. She was here to help with the session, but her attention kept drifting towards you, the smallest player on the pitch.

There was something special about the way you moved, your touch on the ball, your focus and your determination.

It all reminded her of a certain midfielder.

“Who’s that?” Leah asked, nodding her head toward you as she stepped closer to the coach.

“That one?” Your coach replied, glancing your way, “She’s only nine, but she’s got something special about her. Fast, clever, and fearless on the ball. She’s a natural talent.”

Leah’s gaze softened as she watched you, “She reminds me of Jord,” She murmured, her voice full of warmth, “She’s incredible.”

“She is,” Your coach agreed, “But she’s quiet. Keeps to herself.”

“Why’s that?” Leah frowned.

“It’s… a tough situation at home. She’s been living with her grandma for years. Her dad’s out of the picture, thankfully. But her grandma has been getting poorly recently,” Your coach’s voice faltered slightly, “She’s the one making sure the kid gets to training, paying for everything. But she’s… struggling.”

Leah’s heart clenched, “She’s got no one else?”

“Not that I know of. Grandma’s done everything for her. Don’t know what’ll happen if…” His voice trailed off, the weight of his unspoken words hanging in the air.

As the session wrapped up, Leah watched you linger near the goal, clutching the ball like it was your lifeline. You stood alone, unsure of what to do next, looking small and lost.

Leah approached cautiously, crouching down to meet your eye level, “Hi, I’m Leah,” She introduced herself, her voice gentle, “What’s your name?”

You hesitated, fingers tightening around the ball, and then whispered your name so quietly that Leah had to lean in to hear it.

“Wow,” Leah said softly, smiling warmly, “That’s a great name.”

“I don’t like it…” You mumbled, looking at the ground, “It makes me sound like I’m a boy.”

“I think it suits you, and you know, I swear there’s a superhero with that name…” Leah retorted, trying to get a smile from you, “I was watching you out there on the pitch. You’ve got some serious skills for such a little kid. You remind me of a certain well-known midfielder at Arsenal. You know her?”

“Really?” Your eyes lit up in amazement.

“Yeah,” Leah nodded in agreement, beaming a wide smile, “How long have you been playing?”

“Since I was little,” You answered, your voice more confident now.

“You’re incredibly talented, kid,” Leah said, her tone filled with admiration, “Do you have anyone picking you up?”

You shook your head, not looking up, “I’m taking the bus.”

Your grandma would usually bring you to your training sessions, but she’s been starting to get poorly so it’s been more difficult. She gave you enough money for a bus ticket to get home from training.  You’re a smart girl though and she had taught you so you knew the exact route to take, and where to get off.

Leah felt a pang in her chest, but she kept her voice light, “Well it’s getting pretty cold. How about I give you a lift home instead?”

“O… Okay then,” You agreed, somewhat hesitant to agree, but Leah seemed kind enough.

Leah smiled, grabbing her car keys in one hand and guiding you with her other, “Come on then, kid. My cars’ just parked outside,” She motioned in the direction where her car was parked in the car park.

“Do you have good music?” You question curiously.

Leah chuckled in amusement, “I think I do,” She unlocked the car door, slipping into the driver’s side of her car, “Where too?”

You gave her an address, and she popped it in her sat nav. Leah felt like there was something familiar about the address when she heard the street name.

“You can choose the music if you’d like?” Leah offered you her phone, you took it cautiously and scrolled through until you found a song that felt familiar to to you.

Hearing the familiar beat of the music start to play, Leah looked at you in surprise, “You like this song?” She asked.

A small smile tugged at your lips, “It’s one of my grandma’s favourites. She likes to sing it all the time.”

Leah’s smile softened, “You want to know a secret? It’s my go-to karaoke song.”

“Really?” You gasped in shock.

“Mhm,” Leah agreed.

“It’s a bit old for you, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but cheekily ask.

Leah shot you a playful look, “You little– You cheeky monkey,”

You giggle in amusement as Leah shoots you a look of faux upset, “I can’t believe you just called me old. I’m not old.” She said.

The drive back to your grandma’s house felt comfortable, there was no uneasy tension like you thought there would be, and it felt normal to be in the car with her.

“I heard your grandma’s been a bit poorly recently,” Leah brought up the topic.

“Yeah, she’s not… I don’t know what’s wrong with her, but she’s not gettin’ better. I don’t… I don’t know why,” You admit, worriedly. Your grandma is the only family you have ever really known, and you don’t like the idea of her being ill.

Leah’s brow furrowed in sympathy, “I’m sorry to hear that, Monkey.  That must… That must really be difficult,” She mumbled.

“All I’ve ever known is my grandma,” You break the silence in the car, fumbling with your hands as you glance down, “I’m… I’m scared if anything happens to her.”

“I know you must feel really scared about that right now, and it’s normal to have all these big emotions, but I’m sure that your grandma is going to get no better in no time!” Leah reassured you, giving you a soft smile as she turned the corner and pulled into the familiar street, “I thought I recognised this street. Do you know, my grandma lives over in the house, right over there!” She pointed in the direction of the house on the corner.

“Cool,” You replied, unbuckling your seatbelt, “I’d better go inside or my grandma will be worried.”

“Of course,” Leah nodded in agreement, “If you want, to save you from getting the bus, I can come and pick you up from training if you want. It’s not safe for someone your age to be getting the bus on your own at night.”

You were hesitant to agree, but the thought of getting on the bus in the dark was a bit frightening, “Thanks, Leah.”

“It’s no problem, Monkey,” Leah answered without missing a beat.

You tilted your head in confusion, “Monkey?”

“You’re a cheeky little Monkey,” Leah explained, “I think it’s fitting to call you that,”

“I… I like it,”  You agreed.

Leah smiled, ruffling your hair, “Bye, Monkey. I’ll see you soon!”

Time passed and Leah kept her promise, faithfully picking you up after your training sessions and dropping you home. When she wasn’t tied up with her own commitments, she stayed to watch you play.

Gradually, she became a steady presence in your life, one that could always count on.

The next time she came to watch, Leah wasn’t alone. She had brought someone along– someone who made your heart race with excitement.

“Leah! Leah!” You squealed, darting toward her and throwing your tiny arms around her legs in excitement, “You’re here– Guess what!”

Leah gasped dramatically, crouching down to your level with a playful grin, “What? Tell me!”

“I nutmegged someone and then… and then I scored!” You exclaimed, practically bouncing with pride.

“I saw it the whole thing. You were amazing out there,” Leah chuckled fondly, her gaze soft as she noticed the beads of sweat glistening on your forehead. Gently brushing a few stray strands of hair out of your eyes, she smiled, “I hope you don’t mind that I brought someone along with me this time.”

Your eyes widened as you caught sight of the familiar face beside her, “You’re… You’re Jordan Nobbs!” You blurted out, excitedly and nearly bounced on the spot.

Jordan chuckled softly, her warmth instantly putting you at ease, “I am! Leah’s been telling me all about you, so I thought I would come and see it with my own eyes.

You couldn’t hide your excitement, “Really? You think so?”

“You’re incredible, little one,” Jordan said with an encouraging smile.

Your cheeks flushed with pride, and before you could say more, Leah leaned in with a teasing grin, “I think someone’s a fan, huh?”

“Leah! Stop!” You groaned, mortified, “You can’t embarrass me in front of Jordan– she’s so cool!”

Leah’s laughter echoed as she ruffled your hair affectionately, “Alright, alright. I won’t say anything more,” She joked, “Shall we get you home? You can tell your Grandma all about your training.”

“I’m gonna tell her everything!” You exclaimed, brimming with excitement.

“Sounds like a plan, little one,” Jordan chuckled.

“Got everything you need?” Leah asked, glancing at your bag.

“Yup!” You replied, suddenly breaking into a mischievous grin, “Race you to the car– Last one there’s a rotten egg!”

“She’s something, isn’t she?” Jordan said with a chuckle, shaking her head as she picked up the pace to keep up with you.

“Oh, absolutely,” Leah agreed, jogging alongside her, though both made a deliberate effort to let you win.

“I won! I won!” You cheered, bouncing on the balls of your feet by the car.

Jordan bent over, pretending to catch her breath, “Man, you’re so fast! How am I supposed to keep up with a champ like you?”

You beamed with pride, “Told you I’d win!”

Leah opened the car door with a grin, “Alright, little champion, hop in and buckle up. Let’s get you home.”

“Aye-Aye, Captain,” You giggled, climbing into the car, still riding the high of the victory, ready to recount every detail of your day to your grandma.

In the weeks and months that followed, Leah became a regular fixture in your life, always showing up to watch you train before driving you back to your grandma’s house. You would chatter endlessly about football, your favourite players, and anything else that crossed your mind, filling the car with your excitement.

One evening, after an especially gruelling match, exhaustion got the better of you. By the time Leah pulled out of the academy car park, your small head had lolled against the passenger window.

“What music do you want to listen to then tonight, Monkey?” Leah asked, buckling up her seatbelt, expecting you to start yapping to her about anything and everything, “Monkey?”

It was only when Leah turned her head had she realised you were asleep, your soft snores filling the quiet car.

“Oh, bless… You must’ve been shattered, Monkey,” Leah murmured to herself, glancing over at you with a fond smile as she started the ignition on her car to begin the drive to your grandma’s house.

By the time Leah parked her car outside the house, you were still fast asleep. Turning the ignition off, she was initially unsure whether to wake you up. After a moment of thought, she decided against it. Instead, she carefully unbuckled your seatbelt and scooped you up into her arms, mindful not to jostle you awake.

Balancing your weight easily, Leah nudged the car door shut with her hip and locked it with her free hand before heading up the pathway to your grandma’s door.

After a few knocks, the door opened to reveal an elderly woman with a kind smile.

“Hi there dear,” The woman greeted warmly, “You must be Leah?”

Leah blinked, surprised, “You know who I am?”

“Oh, of course, dear!” Your grandma chuckled, nodding in agreement, “My granddaughter talks about you all of the time. I was wondering when I’d finally get to meet you.”

Leah laughed, softly adjusting her hold on you, “I see, I coach, well… I look out for her at the academy. She fell asleep on the drive, and I didn’t want to wake her up. I thought I’d carry her to the door.”

“That’s very kind of you. Thank you, Leah,” The woman said grateful, peering at you sleeping peacefully in Leah’s arms, “I’m Jean, by the way. Would you like to come in? I’ll pop the kettle on.”

Leah hesitated, but the invitation was so genuine that she found herself nodding, “Sure, that’d be lovely, thank you.”

“You can lay her down on the sofa if you’d like,” Jean suggested as she led Leah inside, “She’s a heavy sleeper, always has been.”

Leah carried you carefully into the cosy living room and gently placed you on the sofa. Spottiing a blanket draped over the armrest, she tucked it around your small frame with a soft smile, “Sweet dreams, Monkey,” She whispered.

“Do you take sugar, Leah?” Jean called from the kitchen, bustling about as she put the kettle on and set out two mugs.

“Uh, yeah, two please,” Leah replied, stepping into the kitchen to offer her help.

“Take a seat, dear,” Jean insisted, motioning toward the oak table, “I’ve got this.”

Reluctantly, Leah sat down, her hands wrapping around the warm mug Jean handed her moments later.

“Help yourself to a biscuit,” Jean encouraged, pushing a tin toward her guest, “I know you footballers have to follow a somewhat strict diet, but one or two won’t hurt.”

Leah grinned sheepishly, taking a couple of biscuits and dunking one into her tea, “Thank you. You know, your granddaughter has some special talent. I was mesmerised from the first day that I saw her.”

Jean beamed with pride, her eyes twinkling, “That’s my girl. She’s loved football ever since she could walk. Wait– let me show you something,” She shuffled over to a cabinet and pulled out a photo album, “Here it is– my little footballer.”

Leah’s face lit up as she studied the photo of you in a tiny Arsenal kit, a football clutched in her hands, “A childhood Gooner, eh?” She teased, her grin widening.

“Oh, always,” Jean chuckled, “It used to be me and her granddad that would take her to the matches until he passed away. I’ve spent every penny I have on kits, boots, anything she needed. She deserved it. I’m so proud of her.”

“She’s incredible,” Leah agreed, flipping through a few more photos.

“After her granddad passed, I would still try and take her to as many matches as I could,” Jean said wistfully, “It’s harder now, with my age and all, but it warms my heart to see her so happy. That girl loves her football more than anything.”

Leah nodded, her admiration for you and your family growing with every word, “ She’s lucky to have you, Jean. I’m going to do my best to look out for her at the academy.”

“That means the world to me, Leah. Thank you,” Jean told her, honestly, “I love my granddaughter, and her happiness is what matters the most to me now.”

“Leah! When we get back to me grandma's will you build that Lego set with me?” You are practically vibrating with excitement as you tug impatiently on her hand to walk in the direction to her car after you had finished your training session that evening, “You promised we could last time!”

“I did, didn’t I?” Leah chuckled, knowingly, “You bet I will, but… only if you make sure you’ve done all your homework first,” She added, knowing you would duck out of the opportunity to do your homework given the chance. 

“Urgh, but it’s so boring doing it,” You grumble in the complaint, not so keen to do it at all, “My grandma said she would help me with it, but she’s been too poorly to do it, but the lady who comes to help grandma helps sometimes.”

It made Leah concerned to hear about your grandma not doing so well again, “Oh no. That’s not good," She said, unlocking her car, "Is she okay?”

"I don't know," You shrugged your shoulders, rushing to get inside the car and buckle your seatbelt, "She thinks that she doesn't know she's getting more poorly. But I know, cos' I'm almost ten and I'm smart, and I know things... I'm scared, Le." You admit, quietly.

Leah frowned in concern, squeezing your knee gently, "I know you're scared, Monkey. Remember we talked about all those big feelings? It's normal to feel scared, and I'm sure that the doctors are going to do everything they can to help you, alright? It's going to be okay, Monkey. I've got you."

You nodded, silent for a brief few minutes, "So, can we build that Lego set? Pretty please, I really wanna build it, and you promised. You pinky promised-- You know you can't go back on a pinky promise either!"

"I can't break a pinky promise, can I?" Leah chuckled, watching you with fondness as you bounced about in the passenger seat, "That depends if it's tricky though. I mean, I'm not sure I can handle all those tiny pieces, especially since I'm so old like you're always telling me!" She reached over and started to tickle your ribs.

"Nooo, Le... Leah, stop. I don't... I don't like being tickled!" You protested, squirming away with a giggle.

"Alright, alright, I'll stop," Leah held her hands up in surrender, laughing softly at your indignation.

"Thank you!" You said with an exaggerataed huff, but your bright grin betrayed your delight.

As Leah's car pulled up outside of your grandma's home, you eagerly leapt out of it and wasted no time racing into the house, "Grandma, I'm home! Grandma!" You voice shouting throughout, "Grandma?"

As time went on through the past year, you noticed your grandma becoming more poorly. She had tried to pretend that everything was fine for you, but you were smart enough to realise that there was something wrong.

"Oh, there's my sweet girl," Your grandma wrapped her frail arms around your tiny frame, placing a gentle kiss on the top of your head, peering up to spot Leah walking in through the house, with your bags and coat in her hand, "Hello, Leah! Thank you for bringing her home. You're just in time, I've popped the kettle on for a brew."

"Hi Jean," Leah shared a warm and kind smile with your grandma, "That's great, thank you," It had become a bit of a habit that now when Leah would drop you off, she would come inside and chat to your grandma, the two of of them sitting down with a cup of tea--she never did have the heart to tell the elderly woman how much she detested tea.

"Grandma! You should've been me," Your bouncing on your tiptoes, full of energy, "I was the fastest on the pitch. Wasn't I, Leah?"

"You were incredible out there, Monkey," Leah replied in agreement.

"See, grandma? I wish you could've seen me-- Grandma, I have a match coming up soon. Will you come? Please?"

"I will try my best to make it, sweetheart," Jean promised.

You barely took the time to kick off your shoes before bolting into your room, pulling out the Lego set you'd been itching to build with Leah.

As you disappeared down the hallway, Leah stayed behind in the kitchen to talk to your grandma.

"How're you doing, dear?" Jean asked, bustling around the kitchen, in a slower motion, "How's the football going?"

"I'm doin' well, thank you and well, football is keeping me somewhat busy," Leah answered, settling into a seat at the table, "Monkey tells me you've been poorly recently. Is everything okay?"

“I have been,” Jean let out a weary sigh, lowering herself into a chair at the kitchen table, “It’s not good. I have… I have cancer, Leah. It’s terminal…”

Leah’s heart sank, “Jean, I’m so sorry. That’s awful.”

Jean nodded, her hands trembling slightly as she clasped them together, “I love my granddaughter a lot, I have spent the last several years protecting her from… him.”

“Who?” Leah asked, her brow furrowing.

“Her father. My son,” Jean said quietly, her voice thick with emotion, “He’s… He’s not a good man, Leah. He’s an alcoholic, and he’s abusive. Social services got involved when the school noticed bruises on my granddaughter when she was five years old.”

Leah’s stomach churned at the revelation, her hands instinctively clenching into fists, “Jean, I… I had no idea. I can’t imagine how hard that must’ve been for the both of you.”

Jean gave a small nod, her voice trembling as she continued, “I’ve done everything I can to keep her safe, but now… I don’t have much time left. And I’m scared, Leah. I don’t trust her father. Not after everything he’s done.”

“You don’t have to do this alone anymore, Jean,” Leah leaned forward, her voice quiet but firm, “You’ve been strong for so long, but I’m here now. I’ll do whatever it takes to make sure she’s safe.”

Jean’s eyes filled with tears as she looked at Leah, her voice breaking, “Promise me, Leah. Promise me you’ll look after her when I’m gone. I don’t have anyone else I trust. She needs someone who’ll keep her safe.”

Leah swallowed hard, the weight of Jean’s words settling heavily in her chest, “I promise,” She said firmly, her voice steady despite the lump in her throat, “I’ll always look after her. You don’t have to worry about that.”

“Thank you,” Jean reached across the table, squeezing Leah’s hand with surprising strength for someone so frail.

Leah returned the squeeze, her eyes meeting Jean’s with quiet determination, “You’ve done everything for her, Jean. I can’t ever replace you, but I’ll do my best to give her the life she deserves.”

Jean’s lips trembled, but she managed a faint smile, “You’ve already made such a difference in her life. I’m so grateful for you, Leah. I’m so grateful.”

“She’s an incredible kid, Jean,” Leah’s voice softened as she replied, “That’s all you. I’ll make sure she knows how much you love her, every single day.”

Jean blinked back tears, “That’s all I could ever ask for,” She said, her voice barely above a whisper.

"I'm gonna be ten this year, you know? That's double digits!" You exclaimed, your face pressed against the car window as you eagerly took in everything passing by, "How cool is that?"

Leah gasped dramatically, a playful grin on her face, "Wow! Double digits? That is so cool, Monkey. I bet you're excited, aren't you?"

"Uh huh!" You nodded enthusiastically, "Grandma said we could do something, but... I don't think it'll be possible." You voice trailed off, a hint of sadness creeping in.

Leah glanced at you briefly, her heart aching at the thought of what you were going through. Your grandma's condition had been deteriorating rapidly over the last few months, and she knew how hard it was for you to see her like this. But even so, your grandma always found a way to smile for you, no matter how weak she felt.

"Hey," Leah said gently, her tone softening, "How about we do something together? Just us? Maybe... We could go to the zoo?"

Your eyes lit up instantly, excitement bubbling over, "The zoo? Really? That would be so cool! I've always wanted to go there, but I never got the chance!"

"Well, then it's settled," Leah said with a nod, smiling at your enthusiasm, "We'll go the zoo. Me, you, and maybe we can invite Jord too. How does that sound?"

"Yes!" You squealed, clapping your hands, "Do you think Jordan will come?"

"I don't think there's anywhere else she'd rather be," Leah replied with a light laugh.

"That's so awesome! You're the best, Le!" You exclaimed.

Leah chuckled at your excitement as she pulled up to your house. The door opened to reveal one of your grandma's carers, Lindsey, who greeted you with a warm smile.

"Hiya, sunshine," Lindsey said as you darted inside, "Hiya, Leah."

"Hiya, Lindsey. How're you doin'?" Leah smiled, stepping inside the house.

As your grandma's health continued to decline, Leah stepped in more and more to take care of you, ensuring you had proper meals and went to bed at a reasonable hour.

"Hi!" You called over your shoulder, already rushing off to find your grandma, "Where's grandma? I have to tell her about the zoo!"

Lindsey chuckled softly, "The zoo? That sounds like fun. I bet your grandma will be so excited to hear about it, but she's having a little rest right now. You can tell her all about it when she wakes up, alright?"

"Oh... Okay," You replied, a hint of disappointment in your voice. But you quickly perked up, "Leah! Can we build Lego?" Without waiting for an answer, you disappeared into your room, emerging moments later with an overflowing pile of Lego.

Linsdey watched you with a fond smile, shaking her head as she turned to Leah, "That little ones' a whirlwind. I don't know how Jean keeps up with her."

Leah laughed lightly, following Lindsey inside, "She really is something else," She said, then lowered her voice, "How's Jean doin'?"

"Well..." Lindsey hesitated for a moment before answering, her smile fading, "To tell you the truth, not great. She's going downhill quickly now. I don't know how much longer she has..." Her voice caught slightly, and she forced a sad smile, "God knows what's going to happen to that little girl. Jean thinks the absolute world of her."

Leah's jaw tightened as she nodded, her voice resolute, "I know. And I'm going to do everything I can to make sure she's okay. That little girl will always have someone to take care of her."

Before Lindsey could respond, you came back into the kitchen, arms overflowing with Lego.

"Whoa, Monkey!" Leah exclaimed, laughing, "I swear your Lego pile gets bigger, hasn't it? Alright, we can build some, but after that, we need to think about dinner and then get you ready for bed."

You pouted dramatically, hands on your hips, "Don't be borin' Le, you sound like a proper adult when you say things like that!"

Leah raised an eyebrow, smirking, "I am an adult, cheeky Monkey."

"Yeh, but usually you're more fun and you sound like all adultish now," You huffed, the pout firmly set on your face, "Come on, Le. You should be more fun!"

“That’s it, girls. Stay focused! Let’s set the tone early!” Your coach shouted from the sidelines, clapping his hands, “Good passes, keep it sharp! We’ve got this!”

You could feel the energy buzzing around you as the game kicked off, your teammates moving with purpose. The opposition was strong, but you were determined to give it your all.

“That’s it, kiddo!” Your coach called out as you intercepted a pass and sprinted down the wing, “Keep it moving– Yes, great work! Let’s go!”

You dribbled past your opponent, your heart racing as you looked for an opening. The crowd’s cheers were faint compared to the pounding of your own pulse. But your coach’s voice cut through it all, steady and encouraging, “Stay composed! You’ve got this!”

With a quick pass to your teammate, you set up a perfect play that led to your team’s first goal. The crowd erupted, and your coach was practically jumping on the sidelines.

“Brilliant, girls! That’s how we do it!” He cheered, clapping his hands furiously, “Now keep the pressure on!”

Above the noise, another voice caught your attention.

“Go on, Monkey! Atta’ girl– Yes!” Leah screeched, making her presence known. 

You couldn’t help but grin. Leah was louder than anyone else on the sidelines, and it made your heart swell knowing she was there.

“She’s so talented, isn’t she?” Leah turned to the woman beside her and beamed proudly.

“She is,” Amanda, Leah’s mum, replied with a warm smile, “She reminds me of you.”

“Nah. She reminds me of Jord,” Leah said with a wide grin, earning a soft laugh from Amanda.

“She’s incredible,” Amanda added, watching you with a look of admiration.

The match ended with a hard-fought win for your team. Leah’s celebrations were the loudest of all, her cheers practically shaking the pitch. But nothing compared to her reaction when you were named Player of the Match.

“Monkey!” Leah waved in your direction to get your attention.

“Leah!” You ran straight to the blonde girl, your small arms wrapping around her legs as you looked up at her with a lop-sided grin, “You’re here! Did you see me? I won the trophy for Player of the Match!”

“I did, you were amazing out there,” Leah beamed, scooping you off the ground and lifting you into your arms, “I’m so proud of you!”

For a moment, you were so caught up in her excitement that you forgot about the woman beside her. But when you noticed her again, your shyness kicked in.

“Don’t be scared,” Leah said gently, “This is my mum, Amanda. I wanted to show her how amazingly talented you are.”

“Hi there,” Amanda said, smiling warmly.

“Hi,” You whispered, cautious around this new woman. Then, turning your attention back to Leah, you tugged on her sleeve, “Le! Can you take a photo of me and my trophy to show my grandma? I want to show her when I’m home!”

“Course I can, Monkey,” Leah said, pulling out her phone.

You stood there, grinning proudly with your trophy in hand, as Leah snapped picture after picture. You couldn’t wait to show your grandma and tell her all about the game.

“Right,” Leah said after a while, “I guess we should think about getting you home now, shouldn’t we?”

“Uh-huh! I can’t wait to show my grandma my trophy, or my photo– Leah, you have to make sure to show her the photo!” You ramble to her, making the trip back to the car.

But you never got the chance to show your grandma the photo or your trophy.

Your grandma passed away later that day. 

And just like that, everything changed.

You ended up moving in with your dad – The man you hadn’t seen since you were five years old.

You didn’t know it then, but that was only the beginning of your world being turned upside down.

© scribblesofagoonerr

[rose24207]

How my dad does it

Summary: Ji-Woo imitates her father’s Ddakji game at school, offering chocolate for wins and punches for losses, believing it’s what he would do, forcing her parents to reevaluate the lessons she’s learning from him.

Genre: Dad!Salesman, Husband!Salesman, angst, fluff

TW: None!

A/N: This idea popped up in my head while I was unloading the dishwasher btw. English is not my first language. I hope you enjoy it though! Requests are open and welcome!

Masterlist

Your husband had always been a man of contradictions. On the surface, he was charming, calm, and unassuming—a perfect husband and an attentive father. But beneath the polished smile was a man who thrived in the shadows, orchestrating games that could change lives in an instant. You knew his work wasn’t conventional—far from it.

Still, you’d chosen this life, complications and all. You loved him, even if his job often walked a fine line between thrilling and terrifying. He never brought it home, though. His line of work stayed outside your front door, and for that, you were grateful.

Or so you thought.

The phone call came just after lunch, interrupting what had been a rare moment of peace. The principal’s voice was calm but laced with tension, a tone you recognized immediately as bad news.

“Mrs. y/l/n, this is Principal Kim from Ji-Woo‘s school. We need you to come in immediately. There’s been… an incident.”

Your stomach dropped. “Is she okay?”

“She’s fine. But we need to discuss her behavior. It’s… unusual.”

The office was small, with beige walls and a wooden desk that felt far too large for the space. Ji-Woo sat in a chair across from the principal, her legs swinging as she hummed softly to herself. She looked perfectly content, which only made you more uneasy.

“Mrs. y/l/n,” Principal Kim greeted you, gesturing to the chair beside your daughter. “Thank you for coming.”

“What happened?” you asked, glancing between her and Ji-Woo.

The principal folded her hands on the desk, her expression unreadable. “Ji-Woo has been… conducting a game at recess.”

“A game?”

“Yes. She’s been playing Ddakji with her classmates. Do you know what that is?”

Your heart skipped a beat. Of course, you knew what it was. You’d seen your husband play it countless times—slapping paper squares against the ground, his movements quick and precise, his smile sharp and dangerous.

“It’s… a game her father likes,” you said carefully.

The principal nodded. “She’s been challenging other children to play. The winner gets a piece of chocolate.”

“That doesn’t sound so bad,” you said cautiously.

Principal Kim raised an eyebrow. “The loser, however, gets punched.”

You stared at her, stunned. “What?”

The principal nodded grimly. “Ji-Woo has been telling her classmates that they have to accept the rules. Win, and they get chocolate. Lose, and they get hit. According to the children, she said, and I quote, ‘That’s how my dad does it.’”

You turned to Ji-Woo, who was now examining her shoes as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

“Ji-Woo,” you said slowly, “is that true?”

She shrugged. “It’s just a game.”

“A game where you hit people?”

“Well, Daddy does it,” she said simply, as if that explained everything.

The room went silent.

The principal cleared her throat. “Mrs. y/l/n, while I understand children often mimic their parents, this behavior is concerning. We’ve spoken to the other children and their parents, and they’re understandably upset.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, your mind racing. How much had Ji-Woo seen? Your husband had always been careful about keeping his work separate from your family life. But clearly, something had slipped through the cracks.

“I’ll talk to her,” you said firmly. “This won’t happen again.”

The car ride home was awkwardly quiet. Ji-Woo sat in the back seat, her arms crossed, her expression stubborn. You didn’t say anything until you were both inside the house.

“Go to your room,” you said, your tone leaving no room for argument.

“But—”

“Now.”

She stomped off, muttering under her breath.

You let out a long sigh, leaning against the counter. You didn’t have long to gather your thoughts before the front door opened, and your husband walked in, a bag of groceries in one hand.

“Hey,” he greeted you with a smile. “How was—”

“Your daughter got in trouble at school today,” you cut him off.

He frowned, setting the bag down. “What happened?”

“She was playing Ddakji,” you said, your voice sharp.

His confusion was obvious. “Okay…?”

“And when her classmates lost, she punched them. Because, and I quote, ‘That’s how my dad does it.’”

His face froze, his usual composure slipping for a moment. “She said that?”

“Yes,” you snapped. “Apparently, she’s been watching you more closely than we thought.”

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Where is she now?”

“In her room. And you’re going to talk to her.”

You stood in the hallway, listening as he knocked softly on Ji-Woo’s door.

“Come in,” she said, her voice muffled.

He stepped inside, closing the door behind him. You waited, your heart pounding, as their conversation began.

“Ji-Woo,” he started, his tone gentle but firm. “Your mom told me what happened today.”

She didn’t respond.

“Why did you do it?” he asked.

“It’s just a game,” she mumbled.

“A game where you hurt people?”

She hesitated. “They agreed to the rules.”

He sighed, sitting down beside her. “Ji-Woo, listen to me. I know you’ve seen me play Ddakji before. But what I do… it’s not something you should copy.”

“Why not?” she asked, her voice small. “You always say I’m like you. I just wanted to be like you.”

His heart twisted. “Ji-Woo, being like me doesn’t mean you have to do everything I do. What I do isn’t always right.”

She looked up at him, her eyes wide and uncertain. “But you’re my dad. You’re supposed to be right.”

He swallowed hard, struggling to find the right words. “Sometimes, adults make mistakes too. And I made a mistake by letting you see that side of me. But from now on, I want you to focus on being kind, okay? You’re smart and strong, Ji-Woo. You don’t need to hurt people to show them that.”

She nodded slowly, her lower lip trembling. “I’m sorry.”

He pulled her into a hug, holding her close. “I know, sweetheart. And I’m proud of you for being honest. But no more hitting, okay?”

“Okay.”

Later that night, after Ji-Woo had gone to bed, you found him sitting on the couch, his head in his hands.

“I messed up,” he said quietly as you sat beside him.

“She’s six,” you reminded him. “She doesn’t fully understand what she’s doing yet. But she looks up to you, and that’s not a bad thing.”

“It is if I’m setting the wrong example,” he muttered.

You placed a hand on his knee, squeezing gently. “You’re not perfect. None of us are. But you’re a good father, and Ji-Woo knows you love her. That’s what matters most.”

He looked at you, his expression softening. “Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For keeping us grounded,” he said. “I’ll do better. For her. For you.”

You leaned your head against his shoulder, closing your eyes. “We’ll do better,” you corrected.

Because no matter how complicated life got, you were in it together.

Thank you for reading!

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[wintfleur]

TALKING BODIES !

` . . ── 𝓹airing estella hughes (oc) x rutger mcgroarty

𝓢. stella and rutger both love talking . . . with there bodies, celebrating the 2024 world juniors win,

��etails. smut, cursing, kissing, smut warnings : unprotected sex (don’t do!!) oral ; male receiving ｡｡ 𝔀c 4877

𝓻oro's note. this is my first smut for this au !;&:!;&; so I’m kinda nervous, I really hope you guys enjoy it! Please please please let me know what you guys think of it :p

Tonight was supposed to be all about him ⸺  and his teammates of course, but he couldn't focus on all the attention and praise he was receiving from the people around him. All he could focus on was Stella. Oh the way she glided across the room with a smile and a drink in her hand as she said hello to everyone, polite and sweet as ever as she made sure to greet everyone. 

The pretty smile on her lips, how good she looked with his last name on her back, and those black tights and skirt she was wearing . . . god those tights. How was he supposed to think of anything but her when she looked like that? 

Rutger sat on a couch in the large room filled with his teammates and their loved ones. He sat between his Michigan teammate Frank and one of his best friends Cutter, while their parents sat across from them on another couch, all engaged in a conversation. A conversation he should be present in but his attention was somewhere else, on someone else. 

His gaze was set on Stella's side profile, lingering on her lips as she smiled and laughed along to whatever the few girls were talking about around her. Rutger recognized most of them, the girlfriends of some of his teammates. He noticed how some of the younger girls flocked to Stella, looking up at her and asking her questions when they were confused. He found it so sweet. 

Stella brought her drink to her lips and took a small sip of the drink she stole from Rutger, looking away from the girls when she felt someone's stare. And she wasn't surprised when she saw her smiling boyfriend looking at her, a twinkle of mischief in his eyes as he very obviously checked her out. Stella playfully rolled her eyes at her boyfriend's lustful gaze, the way he leaned forward, his grip on his cup tightening . . .  it was obvious to her what he wanted, and that was her. 

Stella broke the tension-filled contact and faced the laughing girls, Stella waited for a chance to talk and sweetly excused herself from the conversation, wanting to go talk to her boyfriend and his family. They all gave her quick hugs and goodbyes, promising to text her later. Stella brought her now empty glass back to the empty bar before making her way towards her boyfriend. 

He perked up when he noticed her walking towards them, towards him. Stella smiled politely at the two people she passed who were sitting on the long couch next to Frank. Frank paused his conversation and gave her a small smile before scooting away from rutger so she could sit between them, before returning back to his conversation. 

“Hi pretty girl” Rutger breathed out in a whisper, his eyes not leaving hers as she sat down, their thighs and shoulders pressed against each other. Stella smiled and looped her arm with his, leaning against him as she whispered back “Hi handsome” 

“Tired?” Rutger quietly asked her even though he already knew the answer was no. Stella was confused for a moment at the sudden question but the way he rested his hand on her thigh and squeezed it made her quickly realize his intentions. He was so needy. 

She stopped her lips from twitching into a smirk, and you would have believed she was an award-winning actress with the fake yawn she let out. Her hand came up to cover her mouth, showing off her blue and yellow nails, her ring finger having the number two on it with silver gems. You best believe he went crazy when he saw that. 

Stella’s very well-done fake yawn caught the attention of Rutgers's mom, and she paused her conversation to look at stella.  “Stella sweetheart, don't let us keep you up” Cindy sweetly told the girl. Stella smiled bashfully when she felt multiple gazes on her, she cleared her throat before voicing out that she was tired after the long day. 

Rutger was quick to agree with his girlfriend, saying they were going to head to bed, it's been a long day for both of them. Stella and Rutger said goodbye to his parents, giving them both a hug, Stella giving Molly a hug as well, while Rutger ignored the look of suspicion his sister sent him. The couple said their goodbyes to everyone sitting at the couches, rutger just itching to get his girl alone. 

“You guys are shameless” Frank mumbled jokingly as he shook his head at his two friends as they moved past him, knowing that neither of them was tired. Rutger playfully slapped Frank on the shoulder, giving him a wink as he said “Sleep well” 

Rutger knew what Stella was doing as she dragged him along to say goodbye to everyone, claiming that she didn't want to be rude if they just left without saying goodbye,  he knew she was just doing it to tease him . . . to make him wait longer, wanting to see how desperate he would get. 

Rutger was seconds from just throwing Stella over his shoulder when she suggested that they should say goodbye to a small group of people that neither of them knew. Stella giggled at the glare Rutger sent her, she smiled and leaned up to place a quick kiss on his cheek as she whispered teasingly in his ear, his heart beating faster when he felt her soft lip brush against his skin “Calm down stud, I'm just messing with you” 

Rutger pulled her into his side by their locked hands, untangling his fingers with hers and wrapping his arm around her shoulders. Her head rested against his shoulder as they walked down the long hallway that led to the hotel elevators, her arm wrapping around his waist. Rutger used his free hand and pressed the elevator button before tilting his head to lean down and place a quick kiss on the top of Stella's head. 

Rutger was starting to lose his patience as they waited for elevators to open and Stella was enjoying every second of it. Rutger was about to press the button again but a relieved sigh left his lips when the elevator door opened with a ding! Rut did not wait another second before he pulled Stella into the empty elevator with him. 

Stella looked up at him through her eyelashes and watched as he leaned forward to press the button for their floor, his jaw clenched as he pressed the button the closed the door faster. His side profile is so pretty, his nose, his pretty lips, his sharp jawline, his hair sticking out at his nape from under his backward cap. So so pretty. Her body was moving before she could process her thoughts. 

Stella quickly brought her hand up and softly tugged on the gold medal that decorated his neck, keeping the tension-filled eye contact as she pulled him down for a much-desired kiss. Rutger lets out a shameless moan when he feels her lips on his, his hands moving to her waist and sliding under the jersey to hold her waist as he pushes her against the wall of the elevator. Rutger takes advantage of Stella letting out a small gasp at the quick movement and slips his tongue into Stella's mouth, moving one of his hands up to cradle Stella's jaw as he deepens the kiss. It was messy . . . but hot. 

Rutgers's mind was too clouded in desire to care for the fact that they could get caught in such an indecent position. Rutger pushed his knee in between Stella's thighs as his hands touched everywhere he could reach, having to stop himself from ripping her clothes off. 

Rutger swallowed the moans leaving her lips as she grinded against his thigh, his hands moving down to squeeze her ass and pull her closer if that was even possible. Heat spreads across both of their bodies as it suddenly gets hotter in the elevator. 

Stella slides her hand down Rutgers's chest as their tongues fight for dominance, a fight Rutger easily wins. It was like his body was melting under her touch, his jeans getting tighter while his heart beat faster. Just as Stella's hand glides over his belt the familiar sound of a ding and the doors opening. As she pulls away from the kiss, not wanting to get caught, a needy whine bubbles from his throat as she pulls away from him, but she's quick to shush him with her hand. 

Stella quickly looked over his shoulder and let out a sigh of relief at the sight of no one. Stella looks up at Rutger who is looking down at her with hooded eyes, Stella moves her hand from his mouth and quickly leans up to place a quick kiss on his red lips from the kissing. Her thumb rubbed the remnants of her lip gloss off his lips as she whispered seductively “We have all night rut . . . there's no need to rush” 

Rutger of course didn't listen to Stella's words, because as soon as Rutger unlocked their hotel room and locked the door behind them, he was on her. Touching and kissing her as if he's been starved of her for centuries . . . and Stella didn't mind it, she liked it when her boy was needy and desperate for her. Rutgers's fingers were squeezing her waist as he blindly guided her towards the large bed, their lips locked in a passionate kiss. Their shoes were left in a pile by the door. 

Stella's hands traveled up his back and one of her hands tangled into the hair at his nape while the other was taking Rutger's hat off his head and tossing it somewhere in the room. Stella twisted their bodies before he could push her back against the bed, a gasp of surprise leaving Rut's lip when she pulled away from the kiss and softly pushed him down on the bed. 

Rutgers's mouth drops in awe and he leans up on his hands as he watches Stella stand in front of him, a smirk on her lips as she slowly pulls his jersey off her body, dropping it at her feet. Rutgers jeans became uncomfortably tighter as he kept his eyes on Stella's black lace-covered tits. His mouth-watering as he noticed her nipple piercings poking against the lace. Stella wanted to giggle at how enchanted he became with her boobs, licking his lips and everything. 

Rutger sat up and quickly reached for the bottom of Stella's short skirt and pulled her to stand in between his spread thighs. His head dropped to her boobs where he left open-mouth kisses while his hands were too busy unzipping and tossing her black skirt behind him on the bed before quickly reaching up to squeeze her tits through her bra, his thumbs teasingly rubbing over her piercings. Sweet moans leave her parted lips. 

Stella lets out another sigh of pleasure at the feeling of his lips sucking and leaving love bites on the top of her chest, but she needed more. Stella pushed Rutger softly away from her chest causing a pout to form on his lips, but that quickly changed into a smirk when Stella rested her hands on his shoulders, using him as leverage to straddle his lap, sitting up on her knees as she hovered over his lap. Rutger tilted his head up to look up at her, whispering breathlessly “Fuck you’re so pretty” 

“Mhm so are you, now let's get this off” Stella whispered back as her hands traveled down his chest and softly tugged at the bottom of his jersey. Rutger chuckles at the eagerness in her tone, but he doesn't make her wait like she did to him, quickly pulling and tossing his jersey. His pretty gold medal rested perfectly on his chest. 

His breath hitched when she teasingly dragged her nails down his abs, teasingly dipping her fingers under the waistband of his jeans and briefs. His hips can't help but rise at the touch. Rutger groans with a pout as he clenches his abs, his hands squeezing her tights-covered hips and thighs “Please don't tease” 

“You're so pretty when you pout” Stella whispered tauntingly as she looked down at him with her own teasing pout, she didn't know where this kick of dominance was coming from, but she was enjoying it. And he would let her . . . well for a little bit. He held his tongue and looked up at her, he would let her have her power trip until he deemed it unnecessary. 

She leaned down and placed a quick feather-like kiss on his lips, then to his collarbone and shoulder before slipping off his lap and between his spread legs. Her hands slowly traveled down his legs and thighs with her movement. Rutger cleared his throat and sat up straighter, seeing her face, the pretty dimple smile on her lips so close to his bulge was too much for his mind to process. 

She kept her pretty brown eyes on him as she unbuckled his belt, undoing his jeans and quickly pulling down the zipper. The ache between her thighs made her give up the slow teasing she wanted to put her boyfriend through. She pulled down both his jeans and briefs in one swift pull with the help of him lifting his hips. His pretty dick sprang up and slapped against his abdomen, her eyes lighting up at the sight. A mix of a hiss and a moan left his lips at the feeling  “Fuckk” 

Stella reached forward and took him into her hands, a groan leaving his lips at the feeling of her soft hands tightly wrapped around his dick.  Stella licked her lips, wetting them as she slowly moved her hand up and down. His hips jerked up at the feeling of her thumb pressing against his sensitive red tip, smearing his leaking precum. 

She rested her forearms on his knees and gripped the base of his dick in one of her hands, her other hand resting on his abdomen while she leaned down and took the throbbing tip into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip and moaning at the taste of him. She looked up at him as she hollowed her cheeks, flattening her tongue under his dick before bobbing her head up and down. 

“You're so pretty like this” Rutger choked out between his moans, his hand coming down to tuck a few strands of her hair behind her ear before making a makeship pony, helping her bob her head up and down. Up and down and repeat. His jaw was slack as throaty moans left his lips as she took him deeper in her mouth, she had no problem taking his hard length down her throat as her fingers dug into the skin of his muscular thighs. 

A wince left his lips at the pleasurable sting from her nails and he couldn't help but lift his hips in a reaction, the muffled gag leaving her lips from the feeling of him hitting the back of her throat caused him to let out a loud whine. Tilting his head back in pleasure as his grip on her hair tightens. 

“Good girl” He moaned, the praise going straight to her pussy. Rutger could stay like this for hours, his pretty girlfriend on her knees between his thighs for him, looking up at him with her doe eyes, her pretty lips wrapped around his dick, but he needed to feel her other lips wrapped around him. God he couldn't take it anymore, he needed more. 

Rutger sat up straight and pulled her swollen lips off his dick by her hair with a loud pop. A confused whine leaves her lips but she's quickly shushed at the feeling of him wiping the spit off her lips with his thumb, his chest rising and falling with his heavy breaths as he tries to catch his breath. Before Stella could ask why he made her stop he was cupping her face with both of his hands and pulling her back up into his lap and into a wet and messy kiss. 

Stella moaned in his mouth, their tongues in an ongoing battle for dominance, she absentmindedly grinded against him as she cupped his cheeks to deepen the kiss. A groan leaves his lips when he tastes himself on her tongue and the feeling of her tights brushing against his sensitive tip. Stella brings one of her hands behind her back and expertly unclasps her bra with one hand. 

Stella pulled away from the messy kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips and pulling with her as she tossed her bra somewhere in the room. Rutger moaned at the sight, her messy red lips, her pretty tits out on full display for him. “There's my pretty girls” Rutger cooed as he brought his hands up to squeeze them in his palms. 

“Missed my girls so much fuckk” Rutger groaned with a smirk as he massaged her tits, whimpers leaving her parted lips when he started rolling her sensitive nipples between his fingers. Holding in a chuckle when he noticed the new piercings she had in, fuck she's so responsive he thought to himself with a smirk as he watched her moan and grind against him. 

Stella gasped and softly tugged on the long hair at his nape when he leaned down and latched his hot mouth on one of her hardened and sensitive nipples, his tongue twirling around the cute titanium rod while pinching and playing with the other one. “Rut please” Stella whined pitifully as her panties started to become uncomfortably wet, the throbbing almost becoming unbearable. 

Rutger chuckled darkly and pulled away from her boob with a loud pop, both of his hands trailing down her body to roughly squeeze her ass and pull her flush against his chest. The gasp of pleasure about to leave her lips turns into a squeal of surprise and shock at the loud rip that fills the room. Accidentally pushing her boobs into his face as she quickly turns around to look down at her now-ripped tights. 

“Babeee those were brand new” Stella whined with an annoyed huff, despite her show of annoyance, she was feeling very flustered with how easily he ripped them off of her. She bit her lip in desire as she watched the way his forearm muscles flexed as he ripped and pulled the tights off her so easily, letting them drop to the floor and leaving her in her lace panties. 

“Shh I'll buy you a new pair, pretty girl” he promised as he placed a quick kiss on her jaw before focusing on her soaked panties.  His large warm hands caressed the soft skin of the inside and back of her thighs before playfully snapping the lace fabric against her skin with a loud snap! She gasped and jolted in his lap at the slight sting. 

Before Stella can open her mouth to complain about his teasing he's already sliding her panties down her legs, groaning at the sight of the string of arousal connecting the damp panties and her pussy. Stella bit her lip in embarrassment but the feeling didn't last long when Rutger whispered huskily in her ear “God that’s so fucking sexy” 

“Rut pleasee” she whined in his ear, the feeling of her heavy breaths against his skin sending a chill down his spine. While the feeling of the tip of his dick brushing against her wet folds made her thighs twitch in anticipation, her patience running thin. 

“Oh? Begging already? . . . where did my confident girl go huh?” Rutger asked tauntingly, as he gripped her waist with one hand while the other gripped her chin as he continued to tease her with his words, a smirk on his lips “S’cute, you suck my dick and now you're just a needy mess in my lap” 

“Don't be mean rut” Stella pouted, her tone coming out in an eager whine. Rutger chuckled and gripped her chin harder, teasingly dipping his thumb through her parted lips. Stella sighed impatiently and moved her hand between their two bodies, grabbing his throbbing dick into her hand, tired of waiting.  

“What I thought you liked when I was a little – oh fuck stell” A mixture of a deep moan and gasp left his lips at the feeling of Stella taking his dick into her soft hands again, guiding him through her slick folds – small pants leaving her lips at the feeling – before lifting to line his sensitive tip to her entrance. “mmfuckk” Stella whimpered as she slowly sank down on him, her thighs ached with her slow pace of sinking down. Rutgers's dick was always a stretch – no matter how many times they fucked. 

the muscles of his abs tensed and squeezed as he felt the velvety walls of her pussy sucking him in as she slowly sank down, his eyes fluttering close for a few seconds and his jaw going slack. “yeah baby just like that – takin’ me so well” 

“fukin’ hell rut” Stella whined out as she lazily rested her forehead against the column of his neck, chills spreading across the skin at the feeling of her heavy breaths. She could smell his cologne and she felt like she was in a daze as she started to roll her hips against him, she felt so full. Rutger softly rubbed her hips to help soothe the feeling of him stretching her out, kissing her temple as he grunted out “Slowly pretty girl, take your time” 

Stella adjusted her knees at his sides so she could be in a better position, slowly moving up and down so her body could get used to him, slowly sinking down to engulf the thickness of it. Small gasps and moans leave her lips, the feeling of her breath against his neck sending chills down his spine. Rutger dug his fingers into her waist as he helped guide her up and down, helping her build a faster pace that had them both moaning. 

“You’re so fukin’ big” Stella let out a pretty little whine making Rutger chuckle. One of his hands moved from her waist and trailed up her back to grab her nape, pulling him away from his neck and into a messy passionate kiss. Stella moaned into the kiss, cupping his face with both of her hands nibbling on his bottom lip when he slowly pulled away from the messy kiss, whispering breathlessly against her lips “You can take it, baby” 

Her slick walls clamped around him with each roll of her hips, his large hands remained on her waist, his fingers sinking into her flesh as he aided her movements. Rutgers eyes took in her flushed cheeks and glazed eyes, watching as her pink lips parted with pretty moans as she gyrated her hips faster “Atta girl” Rutger mumbled huskily, his tone low and encouraging, a proud smile on his face. 

Rutger moaned and looked down between them, watching as he disappeared in her, over and over again. He lifted his hips up to meet her movements bucking up into her, groaning deeply as she rolled her hips faster. “oh my god fuck” Stella cried out between her heavy breaths. The moans leaving her lips only turned him on more. 

Rutger felt like he was in a trance, his eyes glued to her bouncing tits, the sight making his dick twitch inside her and his mouth water. “God you make the prettiest noises” Rutger groaned before he surged forward, taking one of her tits into his mouth, moaning around the skin as he continued to buck his hips up into her. 

“oh my fuckkk” Stella moaned loudly in pleasure, his thick length hitting her deepest spot with every powerful bounce. Stella braced herself on her knees, feeling herself get closer and closer to her peak. Rutger moaned loudly at her clamping down around him, pulling away from her tits to look up at her. She looked so enchanting like this, her face flushed and twisted in pleasure as she tossed her head back, her neck looked so inviting for his mouth. He moved one of his hands off her waist to pull the gold medal off his chest, his eyes not leaving the way her chest rose and fell. 

His eyes shined strongly with possessiveness as he put his medal on her. The feeling of the cold metal against her hot chest made her gasp, pausing her movements for a moment, a look of confusion and desire on her face. Rutger smirked and gently tugged on the medal to pull her face down, kissing her roughly. Stella moaned into the kiss, rolling her hips against his. He pulled away, whispering breathlessly against her lips “Looks better on ya anyway” 

Stella smirks and rests her forehead on his as she starts to pick up her pace, her thighs trembling and aching. Rutger immediately noticed and held her thighs, helping her move up and down, staring into her glazed eyes. The sound of their bodies slapping together filled the hotel room, mixed with their heavy breathing sounds of pleasure and the lewd wet squelching noise of her arousal coating his dick. 

“Oh rut” Stella moaned breathlessly, tangling her fingers in the hair at his nape. Rutger knew that moan, she was close. He held her body with one arm while he moved his other hand down between them, his thumb rubbing her clit in circular motions, wanting to make her orgasm even more intense. His voice cracked as he panted against her lips “Together?” Stella whined in pleasure, eagerly nodding in agreement. 

His eyes remained on her, he loved the way she looked right now, so lost in pleasure her face contorted in ecstasy. Her hair was a mess, sticking to her sweat-dampened forehead, her cheeks flushed a deeper red, the medal bouncing against her chest with each bounce. Rutger wished he had an ounce of Stella's talent so he would be able to save this moment in his mind and draw it so it would never go away. 

“i-im gonna cum” Stella mewled her nails scratching into his shoulder blades, leaning down to press her chest flush against him. Despite her legs feeling like jelly she continued to chase their releases, moving up and down their sweaty bodies sticking together.  

“Holy fuck, you feel like heaven” Rutgers's deep grunts and moans were hypnotizing, pushing her even closer to the edge. He felt her walls flutter around him, knowing she was moments away from climax, he increased the pressure of his thumb on her clit, his other arm pulling her down against him harder. He grunts out desperately “C’mon baby — mm’fuck cum with me” 

“Rut!” she cried out loudly, the coil in her stomach finally snapping, an intense wave of pleasure coursing through her body, her nails engraving small crescents into his skin. Rutger groaned, feeling her walls clamp and convulse around him, his abs tensing at the familiar feeling of his release. He continued to fuck her through her through her orgasm, slamming into her sweet spots, chasing his.

“mm — fuck!” his mouth dropped open with a loud moan as he released deep inside her, thrusting into her a few more times before it got too much. Stella’s head fell to his shoulder, choking on a moan at the feeling of him filling her with his seed. The two sat there for a few moments in silence, slowly falling from their highs together. 

“you okay baby?” Rutger asked softly between his heavy breaths, holding her face gently in his hand as he stared into her pretty brown eyes, Stella smiled tiredly and softly brushed her nose against his before resting her forehead back against his sweaty shoulder “Yeah, m’perfect” 

“You did so good baby” Rutger cooed as he placed soft kisses along the side of her face, one of his hands gently brushing her hair out of her face while the other rubbed her back soothingly. Stella hummed tiredly and wrapped her arms around Rutger, pulling him into a hug. Placing soft kisses on the little marks on his shoulder from her nails, whispering sweet praises against his hot skin. 

“I love you” he placed a kiss on her head before carefully lifting her hips up, so he could slip out of her with no discomfort. Stella sat back on his thighs, lifting her hand up to brush his sweaty hair from his forehead, smiling at how handsome he looked all flushed, she smiled lovingly at him “Love you more” 

Stella winced and looked down at the mess between them, biting her lip at the sight, before looking up at Rutger with her charming smile “C’mon handsome let's go get cleaned up, then we can call room service” 

“Oh yeah? celebrate with some pizza and shitty champagne?” Rutger chuckled as he softly tugged on the gold medal decorating her nude chest, Stella smiled and glanced at the medal before looking back at her boyfriend, her dimples on display as they both embraced the moment fully “Sounds like heaven”  

𝓻oro's note. OKAY SO 😺 we are just gonna ignore the fact that this literally took me a ‘year’ to finish . . . but tbh I forgot about this in my drafts and I’m like horrible at writing smut . . . but I decided I should just finish it and post it for the USA win!! please let me know what you guys think because I’m not that experienced in the smut writing soooo feedback is very much appreciated !! (If this flops I’ll cry)

FORGET RUT I WANT STELLA 😻

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[brokenmutations]

Angry Little Wolverines

Logan Howlett • She/Her Pronouns • Mutant!Reader [Speak to Animals/Mind Reader for Animals] • Have you even seen a Wolverine before? • SFW • TW: Minor injuries

“Okay, you’re called the Wolverine. Have you ever seen one before?” Y/N scoffs when questioning Logan as he was left speechless given it was indeed true. He’s never seen one before. “Jeez, Logan! You can’t take their whole style and not know what they look like”

“I didn’t name myself! How the fuck am I supposed to instantly know what they look like?”

“You lose your memory. Find out you’re named Wolverine…you weren’t curious?”

All the man did was shrug to such, making his partner scoff at him again before heading toward the garages promoting him to quickly follow in confusion.

“Where are we going?”

“To the worse place in the world” Y/N snatches the keys to his truck off the hook. “The zoo”

“How is that—-“ Logan stopped himself when she whipped her head quickly back at him in anger. “Right. Animal captivity. But why go if you hate it there so much?”

“Because I’m not driving all the way to western Canada to find wolverines in their natural habitats. Plus…”

“We ain’t doing a prison break. The cops are still pissed last time”

“UGH fine” Y/N sighs, opening the drivers side and letting herself in while Logan got in on his side.

The drive was pretty quick given Y/N went on and on about wolverine facts.

Did you know that the scientific name for wolverines is Gulo gulo and it comes from the Latin word glutton?

They average around a weight of 30-50 pounds and can take on grizzlies!

Wolverines chirp and coo at their young maybe that’s why you have a softer tone with Marie compared to everyone else

Not a part of the wolves family! Weasels actually

And she went on and on, Logan found himself irked in the beginning but eventually ease into the comforting rambling that came from Y/N about the creature.

Once they arrived at the zoo, Y/N couldn’t help but feel overwhelmed when they arrived given she could hear everything the animals were talking about. More specifically what they were complaining about. Logan expected to go straight to the wolverines but stuck by Y/N as she went to every animal talking to them to make them feel a bit better.

That stupid child wouldn’t stop tapping the viewing glass! The lioness roared at Y/N from the exposed area of the enclosure as she instantly turned to glare at said kid only for Logan to block her gaze.

“Are you going to fight a kid?”

“I will if I must!”

“Fight the parents instead, sweetheart. But also let’s not get kicked out of the zoo before we see this animal that shares my name”

Your boyfriend is the Wolverine? Another lioness came up to her friend on the perch, chirping at Y/N as she nods. Resulting in a huff from the lioness. Do you know what the exhibit has?

That brought a bit of anxiety to Y/N as her tensed posture made Logan instantly wrap an arm around her shoulders to ease some of it.

Even if the worry was toward nothing once it revealed the few signs at the wolverines enclosure that “There’s a hero named after us” and has images of Logan that he didn’t even know was taken of him.

“Least the rest of the world knows what wolverines are, Wolverine”

Logan scoffs as he watches Y/N approach the railing, she leans over to find a few wolverines huddled around something.

Need to escape

Need to escape

Baby doesn’t deserve this

Baby needs to escape

Let’s just say, Logan shouldn’t have turned away when he heard some bird cawing in a different part of the zoo.

“Well now I know what they look like and I should change my name”

“No! You’re a hero to them too yknow” Y/N gave him a soft smile as she sits in the passengers seat this time around, holding her chest for a moment that concerned Logan until it started to move. “What?”

“…You gotta stop reading their minds”

“What are you even talking about?!”

Logan squints at her leaning back in his seat crossing his arms. “They have a baby, a baby doesn’t deserve to live in captivity!” He repeats her words back at her, same words she uttered when they left the enclosure and INSTANTLY left the zoo. “Charles isn’t going to let you keep it”

“Well he can argue with me til he’s blue in the face!” Y/N opened the first few buttons of the flannel she wore to reveal the wolverine cub. “You can’t blame me!”

“This is kidnapping!”

“Not when the parents consented and helped me get the baby!”

“HOW DID YOU EVEN GET THE CUB OUT?!”

Angy The small cub started to growl at Logan, only for the man to growl back resulting in the baby hiding in her shirt.

“DONT BE MEAN TO OUR BABY!”

Logan face palms to such, but to her surprise, he started the car and started the drive back to the mansion.

Someone else can argue with her about whether to keep it or not…and to make sure zoo security doesn’t ban her.

[zweetpea]

Mrs. "Wayne"

Part 2

Content warning: Swears, Arranged Marriage, murder (Not by Bruce because he doesn't kill), threats

This chapter is a bit shorter than the last but I think this is a sweet ended to this story. (For now... If I think of something to add to it I'll make a proper finale).

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You awoke with a bag over your eyes, a rope around your wrists, and a killer headache.

Bruce ripped the bag off your head. “You’re lucky I have a no kill policy. But trust me when I say that if you’re going to wish I did.”

“Scary.” You mocked in a smooth and dull voice. “Does that work on all the drug addicted mental patients in spirit halloween costumes that you beat up?”

He grabbed your chin and pulled you forward a bit. “Don’t play with me, little girl.”

“Don’t call me little girl, old man. What do you want?” You asked boredly. 

He glared at you. “I should be the one asking that.” He spat.

You looked at him anammused and unenthusiastically said, “I’d like to be let out of the chair.” He tips the chair back slightly over the edge of this cliff in the cave. “Okay! Okay! I want the divorce to be quiet! I won’t take a small settlement! In fact I won’t ask for any money or assets! I-! Um… I want a pony? WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO SAY!!” You started to panic. There were a lot of things you could do, but surviving a 10-20 foot drop into a moat, while being tied up was not one of them.

He tips the chair back onto solid ground and grabs both of her shoulders. “You want a pony in exchange for your silence about the bat cave and my family?”

“Oh that’s what this is about?” The fear on your face dissipated. “I don’t really care about this.”

Bruce took a step back in shock. “What?”

“Yeah. This place is honestly amazing and I’m actually very impressed at what you do.” Your voice was genuine as you looked up at him.

He seemed skeptical. “You are?”

You smiled slightly. “Well, yeah! You fight 2 meta-humans, a bunch of psycho clown gymnasts, two guys in super suits, and just a bunch of other freaks every other week! Are you some kind of immortal being or something?” You geeked out a bit.

He looked at you surprised. “You know a lot about me.”

“Well, in retrospect, no offense but it’s kind of sad… and pathetic.” She looked at him sympathetically

He scoffs. “How?”

“You spent 14 years training to avenge your parents murder and you didn’t think to see a therapist?” 

“Point taken.” He started to untie You. “So you promise you won’t tell anyone?”

“Yeah. I’m not about to get dragged into this! Regardless of the truth behind our relationship, bad guys are going to come for me if I start blabbing about you guys. Not only that but the cops are going to hall me off to jail too if you get caught for vigilantism.”

“Oh… I didn’t think of that. I’m sorry…” He sits down on the cliffside with his head in his hands. “This whole thing has been a disaster.”

You sat down next to him. “Bruce?” You looked over curiously.

“Yeah?” He muttered.

You hesitated. “Why did you marry me?” You couldn’t bring yourself to look at him.

“Kid flash made a joke about my irresponsible love life and I guess I took it to heart.” He confessed somberly.

You patted his shoulder comfortingly. “All teenagers suck. It’s just growing pains.”

“I don’t like being bullied by an 8th grader.” He looked over in what you want to describe as a pout but that can’t be right. This is batman! Batman doesn’t pout! He broods!

“Imagine how Damian is going to be at that age.” You giggled. He growled and looked away. Oh my goodness. Batman was pouting. You burst out in laughter. “You are too special, Bruce.” You gave him a quick side hug and pulled yourself up. “Come on. Let’s go order take out and laugh at how stupid Villains are.”

He smiled at you slightly and pulled himself up as well. “Yeah… They are pretty stupid.”

“I mean it took me two months to find this place when they haven't come close in 2 decades!” She laughed and took his arm in hers. 

“Well Condiment king found this place a decade ago. But no one’s heard from him since so the villains stopped trying.” Bruce smirked.

You looked up at him worriedly. “I thought you didn’t kill.”

“I don’t, but my ex-special forces of a butler does.” He closes up the door to the batcave.

“...oh…”

He kissed your forehead and ushered you out of the library. “Nothing you need to worry about. Now let’s go order some takeout!”

You two ordered some Chinese food and lounged on the couch watching whatever was popular on Wayneflix. Bruce ordered shrimp fried rice and egg rolls while you just got a little of whatever caught your eye.

You pulled a throw blanket over you both and ate straight from the take out containers. It was weird being so close to him.

“I thought you didn’t like me touching you.” He reminded you of what you’d said less than a few hours ago. Seems like he noticed it too.

You shrugged. “I don’t like you feeling me up but I don’t mind cuddling. I suppose I should get used to it considering the fact that you’re probably going to keep me under lock and key for the rest of my life.” You shuffled closer to him.

He was silent for a moment before he spoke in a reassuring tone: “It’s not forever. Just a little while. I need to be sure you don’t plan on running off to the alps of Switzerland or something.”

You rolled your eyes. “No! Don’t be ridiculous! …Still can’t believe that the world hasn’t figured out you’re Batman yet. It’s so obvious in retrospect! Is that just my hindsight bias showing?”

“Maybe. Or maybe it’s the fact that a few tabloids are still floating around the idea that Batman is some kryptonian pet that Superman brought with him that gained a high level of intelligence.” Bruce practically shovelled his portion of food down his throat. 

“Pace yourself!” You scolded him. “And there’s no way anyone actually believes that.”

“Yeah well there’s also no concrete proof that links me to my alter ego.” Bruce pointed out in a playful tone.

“Yeah but… people don’t even float around the idea you're his sugar daddy-” You were interrupted by a certain tween.

“Father! Todd has informed me that he will be over shortly- Are you two cuddling?” Damian sounded repulsed by the idea.

You looked up at him. “Hey terror tot.” You greeted, flatly.

“Damian, I saved half my shrimp fried rice for you.” Bruce offered rather uncharacteristically warmly.

Damian turned away in a pout. “No thank you father. I hope you and your mistress have fun on your date.”

You interjected. “Firstly, super not the mistress. Secondly, it’s not like a date date so you can join us if you want. Thirdly, growing nestlings need to eat to build strength.”

Damian froze as Bruce sighed and rolled his eyes. “What did you just call me?”  Damian's voice was mostly steady but there was undeniably a hint of fear.

“Damian, she knows about the bat cave.” Bruce calmed the boy.

“YOU SHOWED HER THE BAT CAVE!!” Damian screamed in shock and fury.

“Damian, compose yourself!” Bruce stood up. The two stared each other down from opposite sides of the couch.

“So are we abandoning movie night?” Your question went unanswered as Damian started ripping into Bruce about how irresponsible it was for him to show it off to “Impress her” (his words); and how hypocritical he was.

Bruce finally grabbed Damian’s shoulders and got him to quiet down. “She found the batcave.”

“A likely story.” Damian crossed his arms and grimaced at you.

“History of taxes, fifth shelf from the bottom, middle-right to the left of the big bay window in the library, dewey decimal number 336.20.”

“It took you two months to find the bat cave?” Damian raised an eyebrow at you.

You looked back at him. “In all honesty I just wanted to read something you guys hadn’t. Some books might be boring but it’s better to actually read the books to you rather than flaunt them, like some wannabe Jay Gatsby.”

Damian stood there in shock. “You’ve read The Great Gatsby?”

You scoffed. “Everyone had to read The Great Gatsby. I had a terrible teacher that basically told us Daisy was the victim throughout the Novel. Which I would understand if she was drawing that conclusion from synchronizing her with Fitzgerald’s actual wife Zelda but she wasn’t.” You paused the movie for a second. “The Great Gatsby is a weird novel when you actually understand the story of the people behind it. Fitzgerald is Gatsby and Zelda is Daisy. However the entire book portrays their relationship as a fantasy. Gatsby grows to regret it. He lusts for her beauty and wealth while Daisy almost comes off as superficial. The rich stay rich and the poor men who try to make a name for themselves are naive fools. It really paints a bad light on how he viewed his own wife.”

The two men looked at you in utter shock. “What’s hilariously sad is the fact that Fitzgerald based a lot of what he wrote around Zelda’s diary entries. Daisy is horribly depressed in her marriage, and she hates her husband. You’d think that Fitzgerald would realize how much his wife despised him and how unhappy he made her but he seemed oblivious to that fact.” You grabbed the container of shrimp fried rice and handed it to Damian. “So if you’ll excuse us, I'd like to get back to bonding with my husband so we don’t end up like Zelda and her vile husband.” You pulled Bruce back onto the couch and gave him what you had left of your take out.

“You don’t have to-” Bruce tried to protest and give you back your food.

“I assume you’ll be out late. You’ll need energy if you’re going to be staying out till dawn.”

“I just want to take a nap…” He mumbled and held you close like a child holding a plushie.”

You fixed the blanket over you both again and got comfy in his arms. “Get some rest Bruce. You need it.”

[thedemonofcat]

It would be funny if Jaskier had a wife who was exactly like him.

They were both being pressured into marriage, and neither one of them wanted to give up galivanting across the continent or sleeping with whoever they wanted. A perfect match in their opinion. They got to live the lives they wanted, their parents couldn't harp on marriage, and they had someone fun to bring to parties.

Their parents were disappointed but not surprised by this outcome.

Also, imagine Jaskier being like, "Oh, I have to go to this fancy party my cousin is throwing."

"Don't even think about asking me to go," Geralt says with the full intention of going.

"No need. My wife is in town, and she shall accompany me."

"YOUR WHAT?!?"

Out of everyone Geralt had met, he truly despised Jaskier's wife. Lady Elzbieta had been married to Viscount Julian since they were both sixteen. From the few times Jaskier mentioned her, she seemed to be a talented painter.

"I still can't believe you never told me you were married," Geralt said, helping the bard into his chosen outfit for the party.

"I honestly didn’t think it was important," Jaskier replied with a shrug. "I was eight when my parents introduced Lizzie and me. They told us we’d be married someday."

"You’ve been engaged since you were eight?" Geralt asked, fastening the last button.

"Betrothed," Jaskier corrected. "It’s a noble thing. But yes, more or less. I only went through with it so my parents would let me study at Oxenfurt."

With the final touches in place, Jaskier stood and gave a quick spin.

"Well, how do I look?" he asked.

In that moment, Jaskier truly looked the part of nobility, and Geralt's heart sank. He understood now why he hated the bard’s wife. No matter how much he wished otherwise, Jaskier could never truly be his.

"You look good," Geralt said quietly.

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Hey I really love you’re sonic fanfics! so I was wondering if you could do a shadow x female mobian reader where the reader is having a panic attack and can’t stop crying or hyperventilating and shadow tries his best to cheer her up even saying funny stuff or making small and quick silly faces to calm the reader down :)

“Panic, Panic, and More Panic”

Pairing: Shadow the Hedgehog x Female Mobian Reader

Requested: Yes (by an anon).

Description: You always had terrible anxiety, and most of the time, you knew how to handle it. But the time you didn’t, you found help from an unlikely source.

Notes: Okay, so, I’ve never personally experienced a panic attack myself, but I will do my best to portray this correctly. Sorry for not making it exact to your request!

(Reader will use She/Her pronouns.)

(TW: Panic attacks.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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To say Shadow was worried would be an understatement.

You weren’t answering your phone or your communicator, and nobody had seen you today.

So to say he was worried…

Okay, yeah, he was very worried.

He decided it had been enough, teleporting to your house and knocking on your door.

No answer.

He moves his hand up to knock again, only to freeze hearing something.

You.

He can hear your irregular breathing and sobbing all the way from here, and panic instantly enters his mind.

He knew about your terrible anxiety. You were having a panic attack.

Quickly, Shadow pulls the spare key you gave him out of his quills, letting himself inside your home, where he sees you.

Tears are streaming down your face, a hand is clenched on your chest, and your breathing is way too fast for the regular mobian.

Shadow rushes to your side, holding out his hands to touch you before pulling them back, remembering Rouge’s advice on helping with panic attacks.

“Try to control your breathing,” he says in a soft tone. “In, out. In, and out.”

You try to mimic his breathing, your breathing slowing down but still being irregular.

“There you go. That’s an improvement from before,” he says, continuing that soft tone. “Now, try to take a deep breath, like we’ve practised. In, two, three, four, out, two, three, four.”

You mimic his breathing again, finally able to calm yourself down.

“Th…Thank you…” you mutter, your voice hoarse from all of your crying. “I’m sorry…”

“What do you have to be sorry for?” Shadow asks. “It’s not something you can control, [Name].”

You take another deep breath, moving your hands to wipe away your tears, but Shadow kisses them away before you can do so, causing you to giggle.

“There’s my ray of sunshine,” Shadow says, cupping your cheek and giving you one of his rare smiles. “Now, what happened?”

You open your mouth to say something before closing it, looking away from him in sadness.

“Th…This is probably going to sound stupid…” you mutter.

“Nothing you say is stupid, sunshine,” Shadow states.

You take a deep breath before exhaling.

“…There was an accident near my parents’ house, with a car that looked like theirs, a-and when I tried to call them, th-they didn’t answer…” you tell him, your voice starting to tremble as you speak.

“They didn’t answer?” Shadow asks.

“No…they didn’t,” you mutter.

“…Well, why don’t you try one more time?” he asks. “For both of our sake.”

You nod, your shaky hands picking up your phone and calling your mother, putting it on speaker. After a few moments, it picks up.

“Hello?” A voice from the phone asks.

You gasp happily, and Shadow gives you another smile.

“Hey mom, just wanted to check up on you and dad,” you say, feeling better about the situation.

Both of your parents were well, and you always had Shadow to bring you back to reality.

And you loved him for it.

[resident-idiot-simp]

Laura and Wade father daughter relationship but the X-Men POV

Laura was new at the school and had caught a lot of people's attention. She was their late Logan's daughter which alone got her a lot of attention. Then add in how good she was at fighting? Well lots of people had been interested.

She was behind on schooling because of her life and subsequent time in the void. She had made it clear that was the only reason she was there in the first place. She would have gone anywhere else but the mansion was the safest bet for many reasons.

She had control over her powers sure but not so much her instincts. She was to put it nicely.....rabid.

Now most of the time she was fine if not slightly off-putting but other times it was bad. She was far worse then Logan ever was and they had to wonder if this is what Logan was like when he was younger.

She didn't have a handle on her instincts in the way he had and it was night and day comparing the two. Small thing set her off be that quick movement that triggered either growling or a prey drive. The growling and snarling was one thing, but the prey drive was a complete other.

Every time it had been triggered so far she had snapped herself out of it quickly but it still worried the others.

One day however had seemingly changed it all. Deadpool was at the mansion. Now usually you could run him off relatively easily however it was getting harder and harder to do that.

He had been sticking around Laura and thanks to eavesdropping it became clear why. He had (somehow) got himself into a parental role with her. Everyone had been dubious at that to say the least.

It was one of the days Deadpool had been hanging about when Laura had her prey drive activated. The difference was this time she didn't snap out of it. Needless to say they were all spooked because no one was sure what to do.

Surprisingly they didn't need to worry because Deadpool had appeared out of seemingly nowhere, took in the situation and laughed. "Look at the scary kitten." He crooned.

He then got her attention and started slowly backing away with a visible smile under the mask. "That's right Kit hunt me the experienced Wolverine ranger instead." He cooed.

The others watched on in shock as Deadpool slowly brought Laura away from everyone before turning on his heel and sprinting to a door that led outside. Laura gave chase a moment later claws unceiving as the launched herself after him.

The others followed after unable to sate their curiosity. Deadpool was in the back courtyard dodging away from Laura lunging at him. He was quite and seemingly able to predict her attacks all while he laughed.

Eventually she snagged him and managed to grapple him to the ground claws sinking into his chest pinning him to the ground. He just let it happen not putting up much of a fight. Even dramatically pretending to have died all while Laura perched atop of him.

She was panting with exertion while Deadpool just let her be. Eventually she blinked back to herself and retracted her claws. "You feel better?" Deadpool asked and it surprisingly wasn't in a joking or sarcastic tone. No he sounded genuine.

Laura huffed nodding her head before going to flop down onto him but Deadpool stopped her. "Not that I'm opposed but you don't want blood on you clothes." Laura sighed, "Your right." She grumbled getting up and offering out a hand to him.

"I usually am." Deadpool shot back easily grin audible as he took the offered hand and was pulled back up. He cupped Laura's face with a hand as he forced her to make eye contact with him.

"Laura." He said and she shrunk in on herself but Deadpool just continued, "You have got to tell us if you need to let of steam. I know you can't always help it, but you can end up hurting others. Hunting me and your Papá is fine but not everyone can play as hard as us."

Laura sighs, "I know I'm sorry I didn't realize it was getting bad." Deadpool shakes his head slightly before shaking Laura's head with his hand softly like one would do to a dog. "I know and I'm not mad promise, but now you'll have an easier time figuring out when you let off yeah?" He asked.

Laura smiled up at him, "Yeah thanks Pop." She thanks the man softly and he just pulls her into his side avoiding the blood. "Good girl now get going I know you have another class." With that he lets her go and they make their way back inside.

All the others can do with stare because when did Wade Wilson become someone with such capability to be a father? As Deadpool watched her run to make it to her next class he just shook his head fondly.

Scott couldn't help but speak, "You're... good with her." He observed. Wade just tilted his head in acknowledgment, "Sure she's not much different from kids I normally deal with." He answers easily tone...somber.

"What do you mean normally deal with?" Scott asked confused, "The kids who ordered hits I've gotten pretty good at dealing with them. Kids desperate and unsure of what to do." Deadpool answers with a shrug like the mear idea of him doing hits for kids wasn't absurd.

The group's confusion and apprehension must have been evident as he explained without being asked. "Usually not a serious as you're thinking. Abusive homes, stalkers, bullies. Things where they won't get help from any outside source that's worth a shit."

"What do you mean there are plenty of the people they can tell besides... you." The last part was tacked on with slight disgust from Jean. Deadpool turned to face her, "Yes because obviously I was their first choice. I mean why wouldn't anyone else do anything? I know I told other people when I was being beaten as a child and It definitely worked." His tone was obnoxiously upbeat and his sarcasm clear.

The others shifted awkwardly after that statement, "Lord forbid I do objectively good things and help kids out of shit situations." A beat then, "Laura never really had anyone and is worse off then most others combined. I don't completely understand but I get pretty damn close. I didn't become this beautiful for no reason after all."

The others shared glances unsure of what to say if anything. It wasn't necessary however as Deadpool continued like he always did.

"I've always wanted a kid you know?"

Dead silence.

"And what do you know I finally have one. Not made from me sure, but what does that matter? All I care about is not doing wrong by her and giving her the life she deserves."

None of the X-Men were sure how to respond to that.

[jinnie-ret]

take a chance with me

lee know x reader

genre: mostly fluff, teeny angst

content warnings: one mention of a stroke (it's not an actual one just Minho malfunctioning lol)

word count: 1.8k

summary: lee know was too scared to express his feelings - lucky you were there to convince him his feelings were mutual

a/n: Umm... hi, lol. It's been a while since I've posted. Hopefully this is a nice surprise hehe

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Waking up early each morning and leaving your home at 06:30am would seem like a chore to most people. For you? It was incredibly rewarding to enter the workplace, opening up the front office for the day. Your friends had questioned you wondering how you did it, but helping your parents manage a cat rescue home soothed a part of your soul you didn't know you needed healing, particularly when dreaming of becoming an astronaut, a bus driver or a world famous actor as a child.

Though the biting winds sent a chill through your bones, the sun shone down upon you, rays reflecting off of the icy pavements on your route to work. The weather really couldn't make it's mind up recently. It reminded you of someone.

"Minho, hi! You're early!" you grinned, poking your head out of your scarf that you had wrapped securely around your neck. He seemed to brighten your day even further, as cheesy as it sounded. It was the way he bantered with you, back and forth, exciting you for what witty statement he'd come out with next.

"Visitor's Day, remember?" Minho simply commented, a cloud of air escaping his mouth as his teeth chattered, hands shoved deeply into his coat pockets.

"Oh, I nearly forgot!" your eyebrows furrowed in concern, your own hands digging around your pockets for the schedule of the day. It was a fortnightly occurrence in which you'd accept visitors looking around, hoping to re-home the cats that deserved a place to feel safe, loved and looked after. In fact, it was how you met Minho.

Two years ago was when he first set foot into the establishment, quiet, demure and unfazed. That was, until he was led to the small huts outside where the cats resided. Sneaking out some treats from his pocket, he fed a gorgeous boy he soon named Dori, feeling an instant attachment (the two of them). He tried to find his way back inside, ready to sign some adoption papers, when he stumbled into what he thought was merely a stack of boxes, not initially realising that you were behind them and trying to haul them inside on your own.

"I'm so sorry!" you had gasped apologetically, immediately grabbing a broom to the side and sweeping the rogue pieces of kibble that had escaped it's confines.

"Eh, don't worry," Minho shrugged, trying to play it cool although he couldn't stop himself from giving you a quick scan from head to toe in case he had hurt you, "at least they're not being starved, it's reassuring," he added on, laughing through his nose as he straightened up the boxes of cat food.

"You should see Gingy, he's a chonky boy," you jokes, brushing your hair out of your face and glancing up at him. All you could think was, and later you berated yourself for it, but the cat that got to go home with this one was certainly lucky.

"Oh? What if he heard that?" Minho teases, wondering if you'd feign the dramatics, or even get flustered at the idea.

"He knows," you shake your head and chuckle, making a smarter decision now in only grabbing one box.

"Oh, sorry did you need any-"

"Did you want some help with-"

Comically, you both fell silent simultaneously, feeling awkward that you had spoken over and cut off each other at the same time.

"I'll grab a box," Minho speaks up, moving to stand beside you.

"Oh thank you! That's a great help, truly. I was just going to ask if you wanted those adoption papers," you practically beamed.

"How could you tell?"

"You've got some blue fluff on you. That's from Lilo's hut."

"Actually, his name is Dori."

And when you found out Minho had two other cats and the reasoning behind the name 'Dori', you melted instantly. On the spot. Like, literally on the floor had it not been for the rational part of your brain telling you to stop falling for a man you had just met. Minho's sweet Dori completed his little cat family, the soft, gentle trio of boys.

To say you were Minho's biggest advocate when he admitted to wanting to help out and work alongside you at the Cat Rescue, would be completely right. You had brought him straight to your parents, informing them of how knowledgeable and tender he was in interacting with the cats and the rest was history.

Although, that wasn't where this story ended.

"Did you also forget the key?" Minho snapped you out of your reverie.

"Huh? What- no, here," you grasped the key and eagerly gave it to Minho, unsure if your fingers would have the strength to unlock the door, locking up from the inhumanely cold temperatures.

"Ah, she did remember," Minho smirked, soon having to catch his balance after you impulsively shoved his shoulder a bit too hard with your own.

"Unlock the door, pudding boy," you joked, Minho rolling his eyes in response. He could never let you have the upper hand for too long, however.

"I prefer jagi," he batted his eyelashes at you in an over the top way, making you groan and cover your eyes as a form of protection. You loved it really, you just weren't sure on if you should show it.

Minho had told you many times before that you wore your heart on your sleeve. Whether it was you recklessly running into the middle of the road to save a kitten from being hit, or spending your savings on allowing a family the chance to adopt a cat into their lives, you acted upon your love for others. On the other hand, he knew he was too scared to show you how he really felt. Banter, jokes, 'fake' flirting was the perfect cover up to distract him from his feelings, as well as the ones he hadn't yet recognised you shared.

Oddly, there was an awkwardness in the air between the two of you by the end of the day. Perhaps it was the elderly pair who commented on your selflessness as a couple, or seeing many young partners enter and adopt their first pet together. It triggered emotions within you both that had remained hidden for too long. You weren't just good friends, but you were made for each other. The love of cats; the gentleness you exuded and he let slip more often than he'd like to admit and the ease in which you both took in pushing the others' buttons.

Minho always thought you were bolder than him.

"Do you ever think we'll find love, Minho?" you yawned, sweeping up the remnants of dirt that had escaped the many pairs of shoes that entered the home today.

"We?" Minho paused, his grip on the mop slipping ever so slightly before he regained his composure, "I'm not really searching."

Of course he wasn't, not when-

"But is that because you’ve already found it? I don’t want to be bold but-" you nearly scolded yourself for daring to speak when your mind was all over the place.

"That would shock me if you weren’t," Minho snorted, easily falling back into his natural self.

"I'm being real, right now, Min," you squeezed your eyes shuts, back facing him and not wanting to face rejection.

"That's good, here's me thinking you were an illusion all along-"

"Just take a chance, Minho! With me. I-if it doesn’t work out, then we’ll still be friends, we’ll figure it out," you glanced over at him cautiously. Whilst your words were rushed and fumbly, your actions were timid.

Minho's brain malfunctioned. Is this what it felt like to have a stroke? Did you just confess your love for him? Wasn't it just another bit of banter?

"We're friends?" he teased, in that tone he always used. It now felt like a painful reminder, that you'd never truly get through to him. Really, he was testing the waters, and masking it as usual.

"I wish you would just be honest with me," you sighed quietly, your posture slightly hunched. Minho didn't like that. He liked when you stood tall, confident, proud.

"About what? I haven’t lied about anything," Minho busied himself with mopping the floor in order to distract himself from you. As long as he could see the shine in the wooden flooring panning across the entrance of the home, it was enough to put the aside the guilt he felt when the sparkle in your eye dimmed ever so slightly.

The days seemed to drag on endlessly after the unspoken rejection from the guy you had been crushing on for years, now. He hadn't opened up with you in a while - that's the shop we're talking about, not Minho and his thoughts and feelings. He hadn't ever really done that with you, minus a couple of short, rare occasions. Your parents had noticed the slight dullness that seemed to tie the two of you together, it taking a lot of convincing from them to you to lead another Visitor's Day with Minho. The only convincing factor for you in that moment had been when you drifted off into your own thoughts, fading away from the lecture you were receiving and instead finding comfort in the fact that it would be a busy day. There would be no time to think when you were working.

But when it came to the end of both of your shifts? Too much time to think, to dwell, to ponder.

"Well, umm, bye," you nodded politely at him and robotically waved with how stiff you felt in looking at him. Yet it seemed to give ample opportunity for Minho to grab your hand and pull you back towards him before you could rush away, just like he had regrettably done all those evenings ago.

"Oh, what's this about?" you questioned, praying that your hands didn't start getting clammy simply from being so close to him in this way.

"We're going on a date," Minho firmly stated, but his words didn't match his actions, his eyes shyly trailing off to the side and the tops of his ears turning red. How endearing.

"No."

"No?!"

"You can look me in the eyes and say it."

Oh, yes, he had definitely gotten lucky with you. Even though his heart pounded in worry that you would reject him too and he would have been too late, he was able to look you in the eyes and throw a one liner right back at you.

"Hmm, maybe I change my mind," Minho shrugged, feigning a carelessness and dropping his hand from yours.

"Hey! Come on!" you pulled him back towards you, chest to chest, an intense amount of love pouring from both of your souls as you gazed into each others' eyes.

"I'm taking you on a date," Minho affirmed, poking your nose to startle you before you realised he too had been on another planet.

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Hi! Could I request a Damian x femreader where her parents don't accept Damian because they think he is a playboy like his father and because they don't want their daugther to have a boyfriend to distract her from her studies, so they force them to break up amd now Damian need to gain their approval so her parents will let them date

Winning Their Approval

Contents: Damian Wayne x reader

Warnings: One use of y/n

The first time Damian met your parents, he’d thought it went well—at least on the surface. They were polite, though your father’s firm handshake lingered just a bit too long, and your mother’s smile seemed more rehearsed than genuine. You had reassured him afterward that they simply needed time to warm up to him.

But time hadn’t helped.

When they sat you down one evening to announce their decision, it hit you like a ton of bricks.

“We don’t think Damian is the right fit for you,” your mother said firmly. “You’re so focused on your studies right now, sweetie, and we don’t want anything—or anyone—distracting you from your future.”

Your father chimed in, his tone sterner. “Besides, Damian comes from a… colorful background. His father’s reputation precedes him, and we have no reason to believe he’s any different.”

You’d argued, of course. You’d told them how Damian wasn’t like Bruce, how he was caring, loyal, and supportive. But they wouldn’t listen. By the time you called Damian to tell him what had happened, you were in tears.

“I don’t care what they think,” Damian had said, his voice low and firm through the phone. “They don’t get to decide who you’re with. If you want to keep seeing me-”

“No, Damian,” you interrupted, your heart breaking. “I can’t go against them right now. Please, just give me some time to figure this out.”

For the first time since you’d met him, Damian had no response. The line went quiet for a moment before he finally whispered, “Okay. But I’m not giving up.”

You tried to move on, to focus on your schoolwork and avoid the ache in your chest, but Damian was never far from your mind. Late at night, you stared at the messages you wanted to send him, your fingers hovering over the keyboard before deleting them.

Unbeknownst to you, Damian wasn’t just waiting on the sidelines. He was strategizing.

One Friday evening, your parents called you into the living room and your stomach dropped when you saw Damian sitting on the couch, his posture perfect, hands resting on his knees. His expression was calm, but you could see the tension in his shoulders.

“What’s going on?” you asked, glancing between him and your parents.

“Damian requested to meet us,” your father said, his tone unreadable. “He wants to… prove himself.”

Your eyes widened, and you looked at Damian. He met your gaze, his green eyes filled with determination.

“Y/n, I meant what I said. I’m not giving up on us,” he said softly, his voice carrying a weight that made your heart clench.

Your mother cleared her throat, pulling your attention back. “Damian asked for a chance to prove that he’s serious about you—and about respecting our concerns. We decided to give him an opportunity to try.”

Damian’s efforts were nothing short of extraordinary. He volunteered to help you study for your exams, often coming over to your house and sitting with you for hours. He was patient when you struggled and quick to clear your doubts.

When your parents observed him, they couldn’t deny his dedication. He wasn’t a distraction — he was an ally.

One evening, after helping you solve a particularly challenging problem, Damian leaned back in his chair, smirking.

“You’re brilliant, you know that?” he said.

You rolled your eyes, a blush creeping up your cheeks. “You’re just saying that because you want my parents to like you.”

“Not true,” he replied, leaning closer. “I’d say it even if they didn’t exist.”

Your laughter filled the room, and for a moment, everything felt normal again.

But Damian didn’t stop there. He invited your parents to a formal dinner at Wayne Manor, where Alfred prepared an exquisite meal. Damian made sure to engage them in thoughtful conversation, so he could truly show them how much he cared about you.

“I want your daughter to succeed just as much as you do,” he told them while they were all waiting for dessert. “I don’t want to hold her back — I want to be someone who helps her reach her potential.”

One evening, as you and Damian were studying in the living room, your father called him aside. You watched nervously as they disappeared into the kitchen.

“I’ve been watching you,” your father said, crossing his arms. “You’ve done everything we’ve asked and more. But I need to know one thing — why are you so determined to be with my daughter?”

Damian didn’t hesitate. “Because she’s the most important person in my life. She makes me want to be better. I care about her, sir. Deeply. And I’m willing to spend the rest of my life proving that to you.”

Your father stared at him for a long moment before nodding. “All right. You’ve earned my respect. But remember — if you ever hurt her, you’ll answer to me.”

Damian’s lips quirked into a small smile. “Understood.”

When your parents finally gave their approval, you could hardly believe it. You threw your arms around Damian and hugged him hard.

“I told you I’d win them over,” he murmured, holding you close.

“You’re amazing,” you whispered.

“I know,” he said, pulling back to look at you. “But so are you."

And from that day on, you faced the world together, knowing that nothing—not even the initial disapproval of your parents—could keep you apart.

[lexirosewrites]

I forgot about slick Sunday so this is probably going to be pushed off until next time and that's okay

I have two submissions anyways

Steve and Eddie danced around one another in highschool for a long ass time to the combined annoyance and amusement of their friends

When they finally started dating it didn't take long for it to become obvious that they were basically just courting, which again didn't surprise their friends and close family. They were serious enough about one another that a year or two after Steve graduated they were talking about finally mating

Robin and the "pups" were supportive, Steve's parents essentially just said for him to do whatever makes him happy, they were both betas and don't fully understand the need for mates and such but still want their only child happy at the end of the day

Wayne loves the sporty omega and how much joy he brings his nephew, Robin's girlfriend Heather loudly announces how it took them long enough to bond, Corroded Coffin are supportive... most of them at least, even Jeff's girlfriend Chrissy is happy for the pair

With all this support of those closest to them it came as a big shock to Eddie when suddenly Steve seemed to just disappear off the face of the planet claiming to be sick, Steve wouldn't let the pups over and wouldn't even let Robin in to check on him

Eddie kept reaching out to him trying to help in anyway he could but kept getting short responses that had him concerned

Jeff tried asking if this happens before Steve's heat's usually, Chrissy gets sick before her heats usually and then super cuddly after so he wondered if that's what was happening with Steve, Eddie says no before and after heats Steve usually wants to cuddle and makes nests in every room you can think of

Eventually it comes to a head when Eddie accidentally bumps into Steve, Steve was wearing scent patches so he couldn't smell him, Steve looked like shit and tried to make a quick escape, Eddie wouldn't let him

The two get to talking and Eddie learns that before Steve got "sick" he stopped over to surprise Eddie with another little gift, however he heard Eddie and his friends talking about him and Eddie made a comment about how he was done pretending and needed to tell Steve the truth

Steve continued to eavesdrop because obviously he didn't hear the full context and right as he was about to open the door Gareth opened the door to take a smoke break and saw Steve standing there, Gareth told Steve he heard Eddie he's done pretending and Steve should move on

Steve was startled because he thought what they had was real, he tried saying how he needs to hear it from Eddie's mouth directly but Gareth vaguely told Steve Eddie just wanted to try being with a male omega but he still preferred other male alphas or betas

Steve left in tears and felt as though his world was flipped upside down, he ended up getting rejection sickness but told no one, he didn't want to run everyone's friendship with Eddie just because he was sick

Eddie tells Steve how Gareth wouldn't do that because he knows how important Steve is to Eddie, Steve obviously just heard wrong and should have just tried talking to him directly

They both know they have more to talk about but Eddie still wanted to bond with Steve and spend his heat together, Steve (who is in preheat) agreed because he still loves Eddie desperately

They bond during Steve's heat and Steve hides his reflection sickness meds, they continue to live separately for a little longer while they try and decide what they're going to do

Eddie was thinking about moving with the band away from Hawkins but knew Steve wanted to wait for the pups to graduate so they still had another year yet

They were in talks of Eddie moving into Steve's big house with him because Steve's parents were gone pretty often for work, whenever they had a break they would spend it at home with their child, so the house would basically just be theirs

Everyone tries asking why Steve disappeared for so long and he holds up the lie that he was just sick and didn't want anyone else to catch it

Eddie can feel in the bond how anxious Steve gets seemingly at random and so he thinks Steve always just struggled with anxiety and decides to help him work through it

Long story short it all comes to a head when packing the house Eddie stumbles across Steve's rejection sickness meds, Eddie asks Steve what the meds are for and Robin looks at the bottle and asks when he got rejection sickness before reading the prescription more closely

Steve finally admits to the duo that when Gareth told him that Eddie used Steve as an experiment and wouldn't let them talk and clear things up Steve's omega thought it was rejected and resulted in him getting sick, plus being so close to his heat and vulnerable didn't help matters

All of the older members of the pack get together to talk things out, Heather glares Gareth down the whole time and Robin has to hold herself back from jumping the beta, Jeff Freak and Chrissy had no idea that the two talked before Steve disappeared when he got sick

Gareth eventually finally snaps and shouts about how he loved Eddie for longer and knew Eddie when longer than Steve, Eddie only ever dated male alphas and betas until Steve came into his life in highschool, Eddie should have been his so he tried getting rid of Steve

Eddie has to be held back before he turns and completely ignores Gareth in favor of apologizing and groveling for Steve's forgiveness

Steve and Eddie make up fully and move away with the others leaving Gareth behind, Chrissy and Jeff get married not long after, Corroded Coffin eventually get a new drummer and all is well

i haven’t forgiven Eddie for not believing Steve the first time he said Gareth was responsible☹️

[ohmystaxk]

For there is beauty | Chapter Three: We listen, we don't judge

[MASTERLIST] | [CHAPTER 2] | [NEXT] (01/17/25)

Tags/Warnings: Awkward interactions, Reader is mean to Jayce, Viktor has a staring problem, Tension (wink wink), Making out, Conflictive feelings.

Summary: Jayce and you had been friends for most of each other's lives. So, why did he need to make things so complicated?

You decide to go to the Academy to clear your head. That's when you bump into a familiar face.

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A sinkhole. A sinkhole would be nice right now. You thought as you were seated across from Jayce at your dining table. If only your mom had decided to stay for just a minute longer, the two of you would not have to silently finish your breakfast. You took another bite from your food, your eyes looking up every once in a while, attempting to catch Jayce’s attention. He did not look up a single time to your disappointment or your benefit.

You quietly picked up your plate and stood up to go wash it. It was a weird thing, to be able to tell whenever Jayce stared your way. Yes, it had been a terrible predicament for the both of you. But it wasn’t like you never saw him with his shirt off whenever he had just woken up when you went to his apartment. Or like the time he had to take a shower at your place because his water line was been repaired. He casually walked out fresh out of the shower with his pants on, water droplets fell down his chest as he dried his hair with a towel.

It was similar. At least you had a bit of fabric covering you.

“Can I?” His voice made you jump in place. You looked to your left to find him standing right there, empty plate in one hand, while the mug was in the other.

He was still avoiding your eyes. How is you seeing me, any different than me seeing you? You placed the clean plate on the drying rack and took a step back as you pointed at the spot you were a second ago.

“Go ahead.” Your jaw was tight as you turned around and started heading back to your room.

When you came back with your bag, Jayce was already putting back his dishes on the rack and drying his hands on the towel. You stood there for a second and watched him as he turned around. His eyes landed on yours before he looked away. You felt your heart beating fast, and your jaw tightened as you let out a huff. Without a single word, you walked out of your parents' house. Not long after, Jayce shut the front door and followed right behind you.

The whole walk to the Academy district was in pure silence between the two of you. Even with the awkward atmosphere, Jayce still walked right next to you, his shoulder occasionally brushed yours. But it wasn’t until the two of you made it to the corner street of the workshop, that you stood still. He, on the other hand, stopped once he was closer to the building entrance and turned around to look for you. His eyes landed on yours, but he looked away once again.

“Are you coming?” He asked, his hand went to the back of his head and scratched it.

Your hands tightened on the strap of your bag. If the two of you stayed alone at the workshop, you knew there would be awkwardness lingering there.

“No. I will go to the Academy. I will see you-.” You saw him frown, his eyes dropped to your hands and you gripped your bag tighter. “I will see you tomorrow.”

“I’m going with-.” He took a step towards you, but you took two back.

“No, you are not.” Your voice came out harsher than you intended. He stopped, his eyes widened, and you could see the hurt on his features. “I-I just need time to work on this, the workshop is starting to drive me insane.”

“I’m sorry-.” He started, but you were quick to shake your head.

“Not right now…I will see you tomorrow, Jayce.” You took three more steps back before you turned around and headed to the Academy.

You took a deep breath, your heart pounded loudly in your ears the further you walked away from him. You had not turned around, but if you were to bet, you were sure he just stood there watching you leave.

The Academy was not too far from the workshop—it was five streets away. You walked around the grounds until you were able to get inside. Your body forced you to keep walking while your mind replayed the look in Jayce’s eyes—how taken aback he looked by your sudden demeanor. Then there was the unexplainable anger you felt towards him. It had already been a bad situation for the both of you, but he just had to make it worse.

“Miss, a bit late, are we not?” Someone said to you. You blinked your thoughts away.

As you looked around, you realized you had entered the middle of Professor Heimendinger’s lecture. The Professor smiled at you from the podium, the harsh light directed at him offered a comfortable shadow for your heated face.

“I-I’m terribly sorry, Professor. I must-.” You tried to excuse yourself, but he was quick, pointing his arm towards the rows.

“Now, now. Knowledge doesn’t wait.” You blinked at him, your eyes darting around the room, only to be met with those amber eyes, a frown on his face as he was seated on the other side of the podium, a hand resting on his cane. “Take a seat now, you are always welcome back.”

You offered the Professor a tight smile as you tried to look for an empty seat. You walked up the stairs of the rows and sat on the closest one. Heimendinger continued with the lecture, his voice echoing as he explained theories you had already listened to last summer. Quietly, you pulled out your notebook and pencil. You tried your best to use this time to work on your research. As you continued to tune in and out of the lecture, your cheek rested against your hand as you started writing down notes.

After what could have been thirty minutes or so, your fingers played with your hair. Your hand started to hurt from the nonstop writing, and you let out a silent sigh. Your eyes suddenly met Viktor’s gaze, your heart leaped in your chest. He was resting his chin on his cane, his eyes staring your way through the dark of the room. His eyes shone just like you remembered they had all those months ago.

On instinct, you were tempted to look behind you, to follow his eyesight. Instead, you leaned forward on your chair, head tilted to the side as you raised an eyebrow at him. It made him realize you were staring at him as well, his grip on the cane failed him and his chin slipped off, causing him to lean forward. Immediately he fixed his posture, he leaned back on his chair. You felt a laugh trying to make its way out, but you smiled instead, bringing the hand against your cheek to cover your mouth as you looked away for a second, meeting his eyes again. And it was like he had done the same, a simple smile appearing on his lips as he set his cane to rest between his legs.

You were the first one to look away, your hand started to scribble on your notebook. Your eyes focused on nothing at all, looking up every once in a while towards his direction. Even with the distance between the two of you, you could admit he was good-looking. The way his hair was neat, yet messy made it look soft. His moles were placed in spots that made the voice in the back of your mind whisper at you to kiss them. His jaw was sharp and nicely defined. His lips were thin, but they had some plumpness to them. His cheekbones, and Gods did you like them?

Your stomach fluttered as his eyes met yours. It was those eyes that made your face heat up as he raised an eyebrow your way, tilting his head with a questioning look, mirroring your action from when you caught him staring. Your hand let go of your pencil, slowly finding its way to the edge of the small table and gripping the corner as you kept your eyes locked on him.

“This concludes today’s lesson!” The sudden voice of the Professor made your body go completely rigid, your eyes widened as you remembered where you were.

The students started picking up their things, some were already walking out of the room. You closed your notebook and put it inside your bag. As you walked down the steps and was making your way toward the door, the Professor called your name, making you stop in your tracks as you looked his way.

“What a lovely surprise is to see you.” He smiled, his furr rising upwards. “How are things going in the Astrophysics department? Not too complex, I hope.”

“It is nice seeing you as well. And not too much, just pushing through the lessons.” You smiled at him. But you looked up when you noticed Viktor walking towards the two of you, his cane bringing the attention of the Professor.

“Well, of course. I don’t believe I have personally introduced you to my assistant. This is Viktor, a wonderful inventor.”

You were going to explain how you already knew him, but the man cleared his throat.

“You have introduced us before, Professor,” Viktor said, and you frowned. Has he?

“Have I? Oh, please forgive my poor memory.” Heimendinger shook his head as he looked at the two of you. “How is the young Mr. Talis?”

“He is well, working hard on his studies.” You gave him a tight smile.

“Such a hard worker that one is. I believe that with you working by his side he will succeed even more, what a wonderful thing young love can truly be.” At that, you shook your head as you let out a laugh. Viktor frowned as he looked your way.

“You are mistaken, Professor! J-Jayce is not my boyfriend, we are not together.” You explained as he widened his eyes in surprise.

“Oh forgive me, I just thought so since the two of you are so very close.” You looked at Viktor, he looked away to fix the hold of his cane, putting his weight on it. “Well, if you are interested. I believe you and Viktor could be a wonderful pair!”

The both of you looked at each other in surprise. You could see the way Viktor’s face turned red as he coughed. You opened and closed your mouth as you looked between them.

“I-.”

“Now, I am to attend a meeting. I shall take my leave! Take care of yourself, Miss.” The Professor made his way out of the room, not leaving room to talk about his suggestion.

The door closed behind him, and the two of you were now left alone in the room.

“Please, ignore him.” Viktor was the first to break the silence, his fingers pinching the bridge of his nose.

“Don’t worry about it.” Your hand played with the little charm hanging from your bag. “Just caught me off guard.” A nervous laugh escaped you.

“You and me both.” He sighed, the hand on his nose moving up to run his fingers through his hair. “I knew him to be bold, just not this much.”

“If you live for this long, you must find some entertainment. And I guess you became his.” You watched him roll his eyes with a smile.

“I would prefer it if I were not.” The bright light hit Viktor’s face, casting a shadow on his left side. “How is your research going?”

It was your turn to roll your eyes, “Don’t even get me started.” You leaned on the small desk next to the podium, crossing your arms as you looked at him. “I’ve been stuck with it for the past three months, the deadline is next month, and I still need to rework my draft but it is impossible.”

Viktor frowned, he shifted his weight on the cane while he took a few steps closer.

“I am no Astrophysist, but I could lend you a hand.” You looked up at him through your lashes, he stood in front of you, blocking the harsh light. “Could even give you some much-needed criticism. If you are up for it, of course.”

He tilted his head, a grin on his lips as your hands gripped the edge of the desk. Viktor stood close to you, much closer than he had back at the library.

“Much needed? Someone thinks too highly of themselves.” You crossed your arms. You could not help the smile that appeared on your lips as you heard him laugh.

“Well, I am the Deans assistant after all…But I am not one for ego.” Viktor’s eyes shone as he spoke. You were starting to realize that you liked his voice, the raspiness in the accent, and the way it was soft on some syllables.

“Could’ve fooled me, Viktor.” You uncrossed your arms and reached for your bag to pull out your notes. “But, if you could take a look at the mess I have written down, I will owe you one.”

You presented your notes to him, some papers were folded at the ends from being shoved into your bag throughout the months. Viktor immediately reached for them. His hand was slim, his fingers long and you could see a few small scars near his knuckles.

“No need for that.” He walked away from you, rounding the small desk to sit down.

“Trust me, you will want one after reading that.” You followed him, rounded the table, and hopped on the desk, sitting down beside him.

“How bad could it be?” You noticed him look at your thighs before he glanced up with a raised eyebrow.

“Umm, pretty bad.” You kicked your legs, gripping the edge of the table with your hands. “So, what exactly is it that you do as an assistant? I know you help grade papers and help run projects. Do you help with anything outside of the Academy?”

“If you are asking if I assist with anything counsel-related, then no. Only with the Academy.” He started reading, laser-focused as he answered you.

“But you have run into the Kirammans before, at least from what Cait told me.”

“Caitlyn Kiramman, you mean? You know her?” He frowned.

“Yes, she is a friend of Jayce and me. She tends to tag along with us at the workshop or whenever we come to the Academy.” You explained, resting your head against your shoulder as you watched him.

“You asked about me?” He looked up, a grin on his lips as he raised an eyebrow.

“N-no, she just told me she knew you.”

“She just casually mentioned me, then?” Viktor smiled as you looked away.

“Well, no, but I technically did not ask her about you.”

“So you spoke about me.” At that, you rolled your eyes. And maybe I told her you were my boyfriend, but that is beside the point.

“Are you going to read or not?” You heard him laugh, shaking his head.

Although you knew nothing about Viktor, you couldn’t help but realize you liked these little moments, he was not afraid to tease you and you were quick to do so as well. It felt like you and Viktor had already known each other, there was not a moment you felt awkward when talking to him. Even just sitting in silence felt comfortable. As you studied his features, you wondered how you didn’t try to befriend him before. You were always curious about him, you had hoped once before to get a chance to talk to him but never acted on it. You had known of Viktor for the past three years and you always saw him around the Academy.

“Tell me something about you. And if you want, I can tell you about me.” You gripped the edge of the table harder, feeling your heart rate quicken. Viktor seemed to think about it, flipping to the next page of your notes.

“I don’t like coffee, I prefer tea.” He continued his reading, you simply stared at him.

“I’m… surprised.” You tried to think of something to tell him, out of anything he could have said, he chose something easy. “I’m afraid of heights.”

“Heights?” He chuckled, but you were quick to point a finger at him.

“We listen, we don’t judge, V.” He raised his hand in apology. “Your turn.”

“When I was young, I got really into…rocks.” Viktor cringed as he said that, but you smiled instead.

“I used to collect leaves. When my parents and I came to Piltover, I became fascinated by them. I would always get the ones that fell from trees or bushes and I would preserve them. I still have a book full of them.”

“You’re not from Piltover?” He asked with wide eyes. You felt your heart suddenly beat heavily, your palms growing sweaty.

“Um, no. I’m from Zaun.” You confessed to him. It had been a while since you had to explain to someone where you were from. The reactions were always mixed.

“That makes two of us.” Viktor looked up at you, a genuine smile on his lips. You let out a shaky breath as you smiled back at him. 

“You are? Oh, well, yes, I guess that does make two of us.” You crossed your legs, resting your right arm across your lap. “Your turn.”

“Pretty sure I just said mine.” He retorted, going back to reading.

“Fine…do you remember last semester someone broke one of the glass display cases on the second floor by the west wing?” You winced. Viktor slowly looked up, utter shock on his face. “Okay, it wasn’t me! I might have playfully shoved Jayce, and he might have accidentally bumped into the stand, and…”

“You two broke it?” Viktor pinched the bridge of his nose. Quickly you raised your hands in defense.

“It not our fault they didn’t have the stand secure to the floor! The wind could’ve knocked it down.”

“Unbelievable.” He said before he laughed. “How hard did you shove him?”

“Not hard, he just happened to miss his footing and hit the thing, it immediately tipped to the side and it just fell.”

“Well, I guess the good thing was that they decided to fix them to the floor afterward.” At that, you nodded.

Viktor continued reading, there was no noise in the room except for the quiet breathing from the two of you. The light bathed his features, you remembered the way he stared at you from the other side of the room during the lecture, his gaze heavy and unnerving. The truth was, Viktor was attractive. You had heard girls and guys whispering amongst each other, smiling bashfully whenever Viktor happened to walk past.

You had not noticed before how much you also stole glances at the man, how often your eyes connected. He told you in the library that he thought you looked familiar, only to remember exactly where you sat the entire year. He had to have known your name, he probably helped grade your papers. Viktor had to be familiar with your writing, so he ‘joked’ about you needing some criticism. It occurred to you then that Viktor knew you, he had to. The library was a coincidence, but he chose to talk to you when he could have let you leave. Viktor wanted to get to know you.

“Viktor,” Your voice came out so soft, close to a whisper. Your stomach burned when he looked at you through his lashes.

“Yes?” He had a soft frown, you liked his eyes.

“Your turn.” You let out with a breath, you could feel your fingertips tingle.

“Right, of course.” You did not miss the way his eyes glanced at your legs once again. “I like the color orange.”

You were fighting the urge to run your hands through his hair, you bet it felt soft.

“You knew exactly where I sat, even when you said ‘I looked familiar’.” Viktor’s jaw tensed, his throat bobbed, holding his gaze on you. “You also didn’t answer my question when I asked you if you thought I was charming back at the library, that hurt my feelings, V.”

“I didn’t mean to.” He answered too quickly, leaning forward just a bit, but stopping himself. “I think you are. Otherwise, we would not be here.”

“Good,” You grinned, and his eyes shifted back to your thighs.

You had not realized your skirt revealed more skin when you crossed your legs. You leaned back, pushing your chest out just a bit, your hands flat on the table as you tilted your head to the side, a smile forming on your lips.

“Is the reading going smoothly?” You watched Viktor look away to focus on the notes.

“Y-yes, your writing is rather clear to read through. You get your points across.” He cleared his throat, flipping to the next paper.

“I’m glad you think so. “ You leaned your weight on your left arm, making you be in Viktor’s view. “Are you sure you don’t want that favor?”

He looked up, his eyes wide, his pupils dilated when you leaned forward just a bit.

“Favor?” You could see his ears turn a pretty shade of red.

“I guess I need to be more direct then.” You leaned forward. “Are you single, Viktor?”

You could see the gears turning in his head, his eyes scanning your features as you stared back earnestly at him.

“Y-yes, I am…why?” He frowned, his eyes falling on your lips.

“I think you are pretty, Viktor. And I think you have an awful staring problem, not that I’m complaining. So, if you are okay with it, and only if you are.” You took the notes from his hand, the papers slipping away without any restraint. You placed them on the table. “I would want to repay you for helping me.”

“Repay me? How?” His eyes widened even more when you hopped off the desk, now standing beside him.

You leaned down, bending over to be eye-to-eye with him.

“A kiss, for starters.” You smiled gently. “Would that be okay?”

“I…Yes.” There was a blush on his cheeks, eyes jumping from your lips to your eyes.

You slowly leaned forward, giving him room if he wanted to change his mind. Your nose brushed his, and you gasped when he suddenly kissed you. There was a warmth that went through your entire body. Goosebumps covered your skin as you kissed him back, deepening the kiss. Your hands went to his cheeks. His skin was soft, and you felt a bit of stubble.

His hand went to your hips, pulling you in until you had no other choice but to sit on his lap. One of your hands slowly went to the back of his neck, running your fingers through his hair, it was soft. You pulled back to take a breath but immediately kissed him again, you felt your heart pounding in your ears as a hand squeezed your hips and the other rested on your thigh, he dug his fingers into the exposed flesh.

You pulled his hair, forcing his head to bend backward as you started kissing his moles. The hand on your thigh gripped it harder.

“You are so pretty, Viktor.” You whispered as you kissed his chin and his jaw.

“I s-should be the one saying that.” He struggled, and you opened your eyes to look at him. His eyebrows were close together, his mouth agape as he chased for some air. “It’s hard to keep my eyes off of you.”

“I bet it is.” You teased, kissing him again. The hand on your hip came to cradle your left cheek, his fingertips wrapping around a strand of hair.

“Someone might come.” He pulled away, finally opening his eyes. His pupils were blown wide, making his eyes look darker. His eyelids were heavy as he tried to look into your eyes.

“Yeah,”  You started pulling away. “Maybe.” But Viktor was quick to pull you in once more, kissing you with hunger. A moan escaped you and you gripped his hair tighter, your arms wrapped around his neck.

The hand on your thigh slowly started traveling up, squeezing the flesh as it did. You then let go, pulling away as you watched him chase your lips.

“As much as I want to continue this, we c-can’t, not here.” You tried to get some air.

“You’re right.” Viktor leaned forward, and he hid his face in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily. “Wait, continue this?” He murmured against your neck.

“Yes, y-you could come to my place.” You took in a deep breath, your mind was all over the place, hard to focus. 

Suddenly you bit your lip when Viktor started kissing your neck, his hands greedily feeling your body. Unconsciously your hips started moving, and you yelped when Viktor bit the flesh, not hard but it came as more of a warning.

“Fuck, we need to stop before-.”

“Before what?” He asked with feigned innocence in his voice.

“You know damn well what.” You pulled him by his hair, and oh did you wish you could capture the look on his face. His eyelids were heavy, panting, his face a deep red as well as his lips, his hair a mess. “You look so pretty like this, V.”

“How far away is your place?” He tried to catch his breath, his whole chest going up and down.

“Five, maybe six streets from here.” You let go of his hair, your hand going down to caress his cheek. “But I need to do something first, I will give you the address.” You leaned down to kiss his cheek.

You stood up, your legs a bit weak, you grabbed your notes and started putting everything back in your bag. You found a notebook on the table, you flipped to the last page and wrote down your address, even putting down your phone line and ‘Come over in an hour or so. Don’t make me wait, V’. Behind you, Viktor still tried to catch his breath. You ripped the paper and left it on the table, clear for him to see.

You turned around, giving him another kiss on his cheek.

“I must go now. Calm down, and get some water.” And with that, you walked out of the room without turning around, not knowing if you could leave if you were to see in which state he was.

The entire walk to your apartment you felt as if you were walking on clouds, a bright stupid smile on your face the whole way, replaying the moment over and over again. You felt giddy like you were fifteen again. You went up the stairs to your floor with a small bounce on each step. You opened the door to your apartment, not even realizing the door was unlocked, when you stepped in you let your bag drop on the floor, not even noticing the jacket hanging on the back of one of your kitchen chairs. You started removing your vest, leaving it on the kitchen counter. You didn't even notice when someone stood up from your small couch, walking towards you. You pulled your shirt from under the waist of your skirt, undoing the buttons, your fingers were numb from the pure adrenaline you felt.

You turned around, only to find Jayce standing in the middle of your living room. You jumped, letting out a scream of pure shock.

“What the fuck, Jayce!?” You gripped your shirt, your heart beating fast as you saw him. “What are you doing here? How did you even get in-.”

Before you could even finish your question, he was suddenly hugging you tightly. His height causes your body to fit into his, one arm wrapped around your waist, the other over your shoulders. Maybe it was your previous exciting experience with Viktor that had your body react out of instinct, but you felt that warmth spread all over you. But the way his arms wrapped too nicely against your body, pulling you so close to his firm chest, and how he buried his nose against your hair as he let out a breath. It made your knees feel weak.

“I’m sorry.” His voice rumbled through his chest, you didn’t know why but he was holding you like he would never get the chance to do so again. “I’m sorry.”

Then you felt fingers on the back of your head, that sudden pain you felt from that nightmare. His voice was the same, but the sentiment was different like he had done something terrible. Then the pain traveled to your chest, and you gripped Jayce’s waist, something to ground you. A shiver went down your spine.

“I don’t want you to be mad at me, I am sorry I made you uncomfortable.” He held you tighter, and you tried to breathe, clinging to him as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, the same spot Viktor had kissed, where he bit you. Your fingers flexed, your mind replacing Viktor’s kiss with Jayce instead. “I just needed to see you, I will leave if you want me to. I just had to tell you.”

You tried to speak, but your body and your mind were betraying you. It was just your body reacting to his touch, nothing more. This was Jayce, your best friend, your partner. You closed your eyes tightly, taking in a deep breath. Your hand reached the back of his head, hugging him with your other arm as you leaned your head against his. You let out a shaky sigh.

“I’m the one that should apologize to you, I was rude.” Jayce shook his head, his nose burrowing even deeper. “I was. It was dumb I got mad. You had a right to also feel awkward, I just took it personally. I thought it wasn’t fair I had seen you half-naked around my apartment, but when you saw me it was different.”

“That’s not what-.” He spoke against your neck, his voice muffled.

“Can we just forget it happened? I’m not mad at you, and I don’t want you to be this sad.” You gave him a quick squeeze, smiling against his shoulder. “Does that sound good?”

Jayce pulled back a bit, but he stayed there, you felt his gaze on your neck before he pulled back to finally see you. There was a frown there, his eyes big and sad.

“Yeah.” He murmured.

“Do you want some coffee? I can make us some.” You offered with a gentle smile. “Come on, take a seat while I make it.”

An hour had gone by, and you and Jayce were back to normal, talking about everything and nothing at the same time. One hour turned into five, it was evening when Jayce decided to cook for the two of you, laughing and joking while the two of you prepared ingredients. Five hours into ten when you and Jayce yawned, papers scattered around your living room. And then turned into the early hours of the night, with you lying on one side of your bed with Jayce lying on the other, completely knocked out from staying late and helping you out with your notes.

Viktor never came to your apartment, and he never called.

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[midnightry]

Brother’s Keeper, Heart’s Betrayer.

Brothers best friend! Satoru Gojo x fem! reader.

Synopsis: Summer break is finally here!! It’s going to be a blast staying at your brothers place. That’s what you thought until you see the overly annoying Satoru Gojo In his house.

CW: Bbf!Gojo, 18+ themes, sexual tension, teasing, Enemies to Lovers?, Gojo being an ass, slight age gap (4 years).

Word count: 1195

A/N: I want to thank my friend @funnygirl12 for helping me with this concept❤️

Oh, how you loathed your older brother’s friends. They were loud, obnoxious, and always seemed to find a way to ruin your precious peace. The house would be filled with their chaotic noise, raucous laughter, and the smell of greasy takeout that lingered long after they’d gone. But none of them were as insufferable as Gojo Satoru.

When you first encountered him at twelve, things weren’t so bad. In fact, you even admired the sixteen-year-old with the striking blue eyes. He was always at your house, practically living there with your brother, and back then, he seemed like just another older, cooler figure. But as time passed, Gojo grew more confident���some would call it cocky—and that once-charming charisma turned into something downright irritating. His over-the-top confidence and teasing manner were enough to drive anyone up the wall.

Now, at twenty, you had just returned home from university. Your parents were away on a business trip, leaving you with your brother’s townhouse for the summer. The thought of a few weeks of peace and quiet was enough to make you sigh in relief. Finally, you could have some time to yourself. That was, until…

“Guess who’s home!!!”

Gojo’s obnoxious voice echoed through the house, piercing the tranquility you’d been looking forward to. You buried your face in your pillow and groaned. Of course, he was here. You briefly considered hiding under your covers and pretending you hadn’t heard him, but no—you were the good sister, right?

With a deep sigh, you dragged yourself out of bed. You would say hello, maybe make small talk, and then retreat back to your room. Simple enough. At least, that’s what you told yourself. But as you headed downstairs, the all-too-familiar sound of Gojo and your brother chatting away hit your ears. The two of them were sitting on the couch, beers in hand, deep in their usual “bro talk.”

You rolled your eyes before walking into the living room, putting on your best indifferent expression.

“I knew I heard your loud voice from my room,” you muttered, crossing your arms as you leaned against the doorframe. You glanced at both of them, offering a quick wave. “Hey.”

You grabbed a snack, hoping to make your escape upstairs, but then—

“Well, if it isn’t Y/N, the wet rat,” Gojo teased, his grin wide and annoying as ever.

Wet rat. The ridiculous nickname your brother and Gojo had dubbed you when you were kids. It had stuck through the years, and Gojo never missed an opportunity to use it. It was a playful jab, sure, but it grated on your nerves more than you’d like to admit.

You shot him a glare, but as you looked at him—really looked at him—you suddenly felt a strange sensation you hadn’t expected. His messy white hair, the way his blue eyes sparkled with mischief, the confident smirk that barely faded from his lips…

Wait. What was going on? You hated Gojo. You hated his cocky attitude, his ridiculous teasing, and the way he thought he could charm everyone around him with nothing more than a smile. You especially hated how easy it was for him to get under your skin. But there was something about him today—something that made you feel… uneasy.

No, you told yourself. Not this again. You couldn’t be thinking what you thought you were thinking.

“Ugh,” you muttered, mentally shaking off the thought, trying to focus on getting out of the room before your mind betrayed you any further.

“Your brother went to sleep, you know,” Gojo said, stretching out on the couch, his usual smirk dancing on his lips.

You raised an eyebrow, not sure if you were more annoyed or amused. “Lucky him,” you muttered, not bothering to look up as you rummaged through the kitchen.

Gojo shifted, sitting up slightly. “I’m bored, and you’re the most entertaining thing here,” he continued, his tone light but it carried a darker tone. Hinting at a slight desire for something…different.

His gaze was a weapon, sharp and direct, sending a rush of heat through your skin. His blue eyes, usually playful and teasing, now felt like they were cutting straight into you—reading you, knowing you in ways that made you feel both exposed and electrified. There was something darker there, something that made it impossible to look away, and you hated how much it affected you.

Why did he have to look at you like that?

You swore you could feel the weight of his stare searing into you, pulling you closer, inch by agonizing inch. Your heart pounded in your chest, and before you could think, your body moved of its own accord. The space between you closed, the air around you thick with tension, and just as your breath hitched, you found yourself reaching for him.

And then—you kissed him.

It was impulsive. Reckless. The kind of kiss that made the world shift on its axis. Your lips crashed together with a hunger that startled you. There was no hesitation, no second-guessing. Gojo’s hand found the back of your neck, holding you there, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment. His lips were warm, insistent, and as his tongue slid against yours, you felt the rest of the world fall away.

Everything you’d ever hated about him—the cocky grin, the teasing, the way he always seemed to get under your skin—faded into the background. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was the pull between you, the kiss that burned hotter with every second, and the way his hands seemed to understand exactly how to drive you wild.

You couldn’t stop it. You didn’t want too. Nor did he.

He wanted to feel you around him. He wanted to hear you scream his name, he wanted you to be his, and his alone.

The tension was unbearable. Every part of your being screamed for release, for something more, something raw, something real. But you knew this was dangerous, and yet, in that split second, it didn’t matter.

“Say my name,” Gojo whispered, his voice low and almost a challenge. It was a simple request, but it burned in the space between you. His eyes dared you to admit what you were feeling, to admit how much he affected you.

“Satoru,” you whimpered, your voice a breathless plea, wanting more of him, needing more. But just as the words left your lips, he pulled away, his long fingers gently pressing against your mouth, silencing you.

“I didn’t take you for a desperate thing, sweetheart,” Gojo said, his tone laced with mock amusement, the same confident smirk never leaving his face. His words cut deeper than you cared to admit.

And then, like the frustrating, infuriating person he was, he simply turned and walked away, leaving you standing there—a mess of emotions, torn between anger and dripping with need.

Oh how you loathed Gojo Satoru.

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