#I think the next step is wanting to be a dad.

[littlelamy]

HI THERE! new anon here yasss, okay so i just got this idea

it's kinda a trope where in this case- reader has strict parents, and well obviously- rafe doesnt yknow but, ANYWAYS

I was thinking he texts her and just asks if he can see her or take her out somewhere and she's just like- at first she takes a min to respond but then comes back with "my parents said no :/" and rafe's just like, absolutely flabbergasted. "youre joking, right?" "hm?" "y/n youre 20. seriously?" LIKE- YKNOW?? 😭😭😭😭 you can have the convo go however you please, but however it does end up in rafe being fed up and just going over there and talking to her parents himself teeheeeeee

and reader's all nervous and scared and and and- you can choose how to end it :>

- 🤗 (if it's not taken- if it is that's my mistake but after sending this i'll go ahead and look at your anon list if you have one!)

notes: hi anonie, of course! 🤍

your phone buzzes on your bed, the screen lighting up with a name that makes your stomach do a little flip.

rafe.

rafe <3: wanna go out? take a drive or something?

you bite your lip, staring at the message. you want to. God, do you want to. but you already know what your parents are going to say. still, you hesitate, fingers hovering over the keyboard before typing out the inevitable response.

you: my parents said no :/

not even a minute passes before your phone buzzes again.

rafe <3: you’re joking, right?

you: hm?

rafe <3: y/n you’re fucking 20. are you serious?

there’s a beat of silence, and then another text.

rafe <3: this is insane. i’m coming over.

panic flares in your chest, your fingers flying across the keyboard.

you: rafe, NO.

rafe <3: baby, YES.

before you can try to stop him, he's already made up his mind. and when rafe cameron decides on something, there’s no talking him out of it.

twenty minutes later, you hear the unmistakable sound of his truck pulling up in front of your house. your stomach twists as you rush to your window, peeking out to see him stepping out of the driver's seat, his jaw set, determination written all over his face.

"shit," you whisper under your breath, nerves tightening your chest.

before you can even process your next move, there's a knock at your front door. your heart leaps into your throat.

"who's that?" your dad calls from the living room, suspicion laced in his tone.

you barely have time to react before he’s already opening the door. you squeeze your eyes shut, internally bracing for impact.

"mr. l/n," rafe's voice is smooth, polite, way too confident for someone who just stormed over uninvited. "i wanted to talk to you about y/n."

oh god.

you creep forward, peeking around the corner as your dad eyes rafe, arms crossed over his chest. "talk about what, exactly?"

rafe doesn’t miss a beat. "about why she’s twenty years old and still has a curfew."

your mom gasps from the kitchen. you swear you stop breathing.

"excuse me?" your dad's voice drops, the warning clear.

rafe, to his credit, doesn’t back down. "sir, with all due respect, she’s an adult. she should be able to make her own decisions."

your dad’s brow twitches, gaze narrowing. "and you think you get to decide that?"

"no, sir," rafe replies smoothly, voice unwavering. "but she should."

the room falls into tense silence, your mother looking between them like she’s watching a high-stakes poker game. you want to run, to disappear into the floor, but you’re frozen in place, caught between admiration for rafe’s boldness and terror for what might come next.

then, miraculously, your dad exhales, shaking his head with something that looks almost like amusement. "you've got some nerve, kid."

rafe smirks. "yeah, i’ve been told."

another pause. then your dad sighs, the weight of years of protectiveness slipping just slightly. "be back by midnight."

you nearly collapse.

rafe turns, catching your wide-eyed stare, and winks. "told you i’d fix it."

and just like that, you’re out the door, hand in his, heart still racing—but this time, it’s not from fear. it’s from the exhilaration of stepping into something new, something that finally feels like yours.

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[fou4summer]

New Student

yoo jaeyi × fem!reader

Synopsis: First day in your new school. You just wanted to blend in and get through the year unnoticed. But Yoo Jaeyi, the school's top student with an icy reputation, seems to have other plans.

Warnings: drugs, bullying, i don't think there is any beside those.

Genre: Fluff

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You were determined to keep a low profile at your new school. The last thing you wanted was to attract too much attention. As a new student, your focus was getting through the day without any drama, and just getting used to your new environment and classmates. They were actually pretty decent, not everyone of course. On that day you went in the uniform of the previous school cause you didn't know where to get the new one. Guess they found it too funny. Especially one girl, Na-ri. Or atleast you think that was her name. She was getting on your nerves, cause after you got the uniform from some random seller online she ruined it by pouring a drink on it "by accident". You went to the bathroom to wash off the red stain on your uniform and you bumped into the person you never wanted to talk to, Yoo Jaeyi.

She seemed like a problem. It was obvious she was rich and spoiled. But you didn't know why she asked you to sit with her on your first day or why she helped you escape the principal the other day. She was suspicious and you just wanted to avoid talking or even being near her. After bumping into her she apologized, bowing slightly towards you. You looked at her confused but you said that its fine and walked past her. She turned around to look at you while smiling.

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You were now cleaning the ruined uniform when someone hugged you from behind. "You fit perfectly in my arms." The person behind you in a calm voice. You knew who it was so you jerked away. As you turned around, Yoo Jaeyi was standing there eyes wide cause you pushed her away. She was holding a white shirt that goes under the dark green uniform. "So...we're about the same size. I always keep a few extra shirts in my locker in case I get them dirty, which I can't stand." She chuckles in the end before handing you the shirt

"Thank you, but I don't need it." You said continuing to wash your clothes in the sink. Yoo Jaeyi went quiet for a bit, and then she sighed. "You can't wear wet and dirty clothes, come on wear thi-" She was cut off by you turning around and throwing the shirt she gave you. "Listen Jaeyi, I'm not like you. Not rich, and not gonna wear those. Even if my clothes are ruined I will still wear them. Do you not understand when I tell you that I don't need it, why do you keep insisting? Not everyone appreciates your kindness." You raised your voice at her as she remained quiet but shocked by your sudden change. Then her face went to her cold state again as she looked directly at you.

"Alright. Do as you wish." Jaeyi looked away from you walking towards the exit. At the same time she threw the shirt away. The moment she walked away you felt bad. Really bad. Cause she was the only person who actually talked to you normally without teasings and laughs about your uniform, or your past. You let out the breath you didn't even know you were holding before getting dressed. As you stepped into the classroom everyone's eyes were on you and your see through shirt. You sat in your seat before opening the book.

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"I think I feel bed for Y/N, Na-ri went too far." Choi said while walking home with Jaeyi and Yeri. They were all super rich but they never found bullying interesting like other classmates. "Wait Na-ri did that to her?" Jaeyi shot back with a serious tone. Yeri chuckled looking over at Choi who just nodded. "Did you guys know she's on drugs?" She then added while fixing her makeup. Choi looked over before looking back at the other girl. "Who in our class isn't, come on." Jaeyi stated before calling her dad. Not so long after three girls parted their ways.

Over the next few days you felt like someone was always watching you, but whenever you turned around there was no one. Actually what you didn't know it was always the same person, Yoo Jaeyi. She followed you everywhere. One day she was with one of the classmates having dinner. She told her that Na-ri had bought drugs from her and she can use it against her, so she did. When Na-ri was just minding her business in the girls toilet someone pulled her hair. She yelled but she instantly apologized when she saw who it was. Jaeyi smirked before zooming in the camera. "Do you want the whole school to know our Na-ri is on drugs, hm?" She told her while laughing. The other girl got on her knees and begged her to delete the video. "Na-ri! Who told you to touch what's mine?" Jaeyi whispered after ending the recording on her phone.

Next couple of days Na-ri didn't come to school and everyone got confused until our homeroom teacher told us she transferred schools. You were smart but you would never guess that Yoo Jaeyi did it. I mean why would she? She probably transfered cause of family problems or something like that. Until you got told what actually happened. Choi never really talked to you unless it was something about school meetings or studies but now she was telling you why the girl actually moved to another school. "It was Jaeyi, she made her do it." She told you while scrolling through her gallery to find the video she got sent. After handing you the phone you were terrified. Why would she be so obsessed with you? What are you to her to do somrthing like this for you?

"I gotta go, I'll see you tommorow. Thank you for telling me the thruth." She looked at you confused but waved a goodbye, then you ran home. This can't distract you from studying. So you took the pills you stole and swallowed them with a glass of water. You studied the whole day, until you actually felt hungry. You didn't feel like making something, so you went to the closest convenience store. On your way there you were thinking about everything and how it was draining you slowly. You were just sitting at the bench, lost in your thoughts. You didn't even feel the rain start, but someone else did. That someone was now standing in front of you with an umbrella. When you looked up you saw her.

"Jaeyi..." She smiled before helping you get up. You were just staring at each other until she finally spoke. "You will get sick like this, how about you come over so I can give you some dry clothes." She was speaking just above her average tone because of the hard rain. "No I'm fine, my house is not far away." You lied, and she knew that. "It is far awa- I meant my house is closer, yeah." She cleared her throat and you wondered how does she know you lied about it? In the end you were too tired to argue and you remebered that you have to confront her about Na-ri so you went with her.

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Her house was huge, like a mansion. When you entered her room her dog barked, making you flinch. She laughed and started playing with him. You calmed down and ran your fingers through his white fur. Her room was also huge and she had skateboards on her wall. Didn't know she was into that, you thought. After her dog got tired of playing you guys sat on her bed. "Why were you alone there...?" She asked looking into your eyes. Your thoughts came back, thinking about everything at once. She placed her hand over yours and you quickly pulled away. She came closer and took both of your hands in hers. "I'm sorry Y/N. I know you are mad at me about Na-ri, but I did it because she bullied you. Isn't that nice? Shouldn't you thank me?" She now caressed your hair, and worst of all you didn't mind it.

"I don't care what you do, just don't pull me into your shit." You sighed before standing up, getting ready to go home. You were getting too comfortable with her. You had to leave before she notices your red cheeks. "Y/N, your phone is dead and it's late. Why don't you spend the night and you can go in the morning?" She asked holding your wrist. You turned around looking down at her. Maybe here you can figure out why was she so obsessed with you. So you stayed. But it didn't really go like you planned...

Cause now you were in her bathtub waiting for her. Then she came in with a black bathrobe. She took it off staring at you and you covered your eyes. She chuckled before stepping in the bath. You stared at each other for a few seconds which felt like hours but then she came closer. "Y/N why are you flustered?" She asked you before placing her hand on your cheek. You could just shake your head as a no but she didn't take that as an answer. "Have you ever tried this?" She asked and you looked at her confused. "Tried w-what?" Your heart was beating so loud that you bet she hears it. "This..." She brushed her finger against your lips before leaning in, inches away from your lips. "And this..." She looked you in the eyes for the last time for any signs of discomfort. But there wasn't any. So she closed the distance inbetween. The kiss was slow and sweet, but Jaeyi turned it into a messy make out. She was kissing your neck and leaving marks after sucking the spot for too long. It felt too good, and you never wanted to stop. When her hands went down your chest and stomach tou grabbed her wrist. "Jaeyi...let's go to bed..." You mumbled against her ear. You wanted her just as much as she wanted you, but you couldn't let yourself have your first time, when you didn't even know her too well. She nodded not arguing but you could see on her face that she wanted to continue.

After getting dressed you two went to bed. You were staring at each other, your faces close. "I want to love you and not just watch you from afar..." She whispered before kissing your lips again. You were shocked by the sudden words but you kissed her back. The kiss didn't last long cause you were both tired. Eventually you both fell asleep but you couldn't stop thinking about what she said. Your plan did fail but maybe, just maybe this was way better. You in her arms knowing that she will protect you from anyone who doesn't like you.

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A/N: Hey guys! This is my first ever post on here, so if anything is bad or I should fix something please let me know:) Also you guys can request me who do you want me to write for next from Friendly Rivalry or maybe other kdramas.

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[h4neypot]

rush – jschlatt

pairing: jschlatt x (fem)reader  summary: your mom married a random guy, making you two move to a new state. you meet your new step-brother who immediately gets on your nerves. when the feeling of lust and want gets too much for you, how far are you willing to go? (my fault: london/culpa mía AU) genre: smut, fluff (?) warning: cursing, step-bro smut, 18+ not edited!

You stay silent, looking out the window, as it was just you and your mom sitting in the car. She was trying to make small talk, but you couldn’t hear any of it over the sound of feeling like your life was ending.

It was, actually. Your mom got hitched with some random guy in New York, and suddenly, you’re dragged into moving out of your home just to be one big family. 

Yeah fucking right.

You were pissed. Florida has been your home since you were born. 

“And you’ll find new friends and maybe a new boyfrie-”

“Oh, fuck you, Mom.” You yell at her, “I love Dave, you know that. You made me leave him behind!”

“I know, sweetie, and I’m sorry, but you’re young and have so much tim-”

“Whatever.” She sighs next to you, knowing your stubborn nature.

“He has a son, Jonathan.”

“Stupid ass name.” 

Your mom tsks at your comment, “He is lovely. You’ll get along.”

“Wake me up when we’re there.”

She didn’t wake you up.

Your mom’s rustic, old car pulls up to the most beautiful house, scratch that, mansion. 

“Since when did New York have big ass houses?”

“We’re in the suburbs, honey. The Hamptons, of all places.”

You whistle in admiration at the large house, knowing this was now your new home. You both get out of the car. 

Michael, your new step-father, was on the steps with his staff. “Welcome!” He goes to kiss your mom on the cheek, and you stand by awkwardly. “Hey!” He says your name warmly, “it’s so nice to finally meet you.”

“Yeah, you too.” You try to smile, but it ends up looking like a grimace. 

You and your mom get settled in; you go to check out your room alone, wanting to give the couple some privacy. The room was huge: a queen sized bed in the middle, a desk with a vanity nearby, and the walk-in closet with beautiful, expensive clothes with tags still on them. Your mom lucked out. “Jesus,” you whisper to yourself, “it’s like we’re in a new dimension.”

You text Dave, wanting to show him the new house, but he responded saying he was busy. Getting bored of just sitting at your bed, you walk down to the kitchen to get a drink. Opening the large fridge door, you look at your choices. To your disappointment, nothing catches your eye.

“What, rich bitches don’t drink fucking Coke?” You roll your eyes, closing the refrigerator. You jump at the tall, big man standing right there next to you. “Holy fuck!”

“Relax.” His voice is deep and smooth. You get a good look at him: he’s tall as fuck, buff as fuck, and oh God, is that a beard? You love beards. 

He interrupts your train of thought, “So you’re the new pet?” 

You make a face, “The fuck?”

He scoffs, “Joking. I’m Jonathan. And you are…?”

“No one laughed. Whatever, dude. Not telling you my name.” You shove past him to go back to your room. He already pissed you off. Great.

“What’s the rush?” He follows you through the kitchen, “We’ll be seeing a lot of each other. Don’t you want to get to know me?” You walk up the stairs as he lingers by the bottom. 

“Go fuck yourself!” You shout as you reach the top, throwing up the middle finger at him.

Pet? Who the hell does this guy think he is? His dad seemed nice enough, but what a jackass. 

Hours pass and it’s time for you to get ready for the family dinner. You think about Jonathan. You didn’t want to admit it, but he was hot. Don’t get it wrong, Dave is a sweet boyfriend. He’s everything you could’ve asked for, but Jonathan is the complete opposite. Dave is sweet, but Jonathan is hot. 

You decide to pull out all of the stops; your mom said this was a fancy restaurant and you knew you had to look your best. You put on a black elegant yet revealing dress ending at your thigh, showing a lot of skin, but just enough to still be considered appropriate. You touched up your makeup, applying gloss to make your lips look plump.

You walk down the stairs again. Jonathan is already at the bottom, dressed in a suit. You felt yourself drooling a bit. He looked really, really good. He looks up from his phone and watches your every step. His sharp eyes are almost too much for you; you could feel the intensity of his stare. You knew you got him. He wants you. 

Smirking a bit, you link arms with him. “Did I keep you waiting long? Sorry, I was getting dolled up.”

He scoffs, “Took you long enough.”

“You look beautiful.” Michael compliments you as he stands near the door with your mom, making you grin. 

You say your thanks, but turn to his son who’s right next to you. “What about you, Johnny? Don’t you think I look pretty?” You pout, jutting your lips out. His eyes focus on them. 

“You look good.” He clears his throat. You grin even more. Checkmate. 

The three of you get into the car, as Jonathan chose to drive his own, and arrive at the restaurant. You internally scoff at the bougie-ness of it all. Your single meal would probably cost your whole month’s expenses. 

Dinner is pleasant. The food is okay. The conversation is really more between your parents. You sit across Jonathan, studying his face and demeanor. Something about him just draws you in. He’s handsome and suave. The way he talks to your mother, answering her incessant questions smoothly kind of turns you on. 

Bored, you start to play footsie with him under the table. You nudge your heel against his leg, seeing his eyebrow quirk up at you. Smirking, you drag your foot higher up his leg. You quirk your eyebrow back at him. He smiles, you can see the corners of his lips lift, but hides it with his hand. What a shame, you think. Michael suddenly asks you a question, and you stop your antics under the table, conversing with him instead. 

It’s nearing the end of the meal, dessert being the only thing left. 

“This was a lovely meal, but unfortunately, I do have to go.” Jonathan dabs his mouth with his napkin before placing it on the table.

“Oh,” your mom sounds genuinely disappointed, “you won’t stay for dessert?”

“I would love to, but I made plans prior to this. It’s my friend’s birthday, so I do have to go.” 

“Who’s birthday?” Michael asks.

“Ted’s.” 

“Oh, why don’t you bring her with you?” Michael suggests, nodding towards you. “Ted is one of Jon’s closest friends. You’d get along with his girlfriend.”

“Sounds like a great idea!” Your mom claps excitedly, wanting you to adjust to the new life with new people.

“Oh, I don’t know,” Jonathan starts to protest.

“Nonsense,” Michael cuts him off. “You’re taking my car, therefore, if you’re leaving this dinner, you’re taking her with you.” 

“Do you even want to go?” Jonathan asks, staring right at you. You know he’s silently begging you to say no. 

“I actually would love to.” You smile, looking right back at him. He rolls his eyes. 

“Great! Okay, go on. Have fun, be safe.” Michael grins. 

“Bye, love you.” You kiss your mom on the cheek.

You and Jonathan walk out the restaurant, heading towards his car. You roll your eyes. Of course he has a sports car. He opens the door for you, and you get in. 

“You should’ve said no. I’m taking you back home.” He shakes his head. “Buckle up.”

“Nope!” You cross your arms and grin, “You’re taking me with you.”

“I’m not playing around. Where I’m going isn’t for a doll like you.” He starts driving. You blush slightly at the compliment. 

“I can handle it.”

“You’re stubborn, Doll.” 

“Yeah, well, I’m telling you I can handle it.”

“Can you handle this?”

He speeds up suddenly. The car is going way past the speed limit, he’s zipping between cars, and he’s drifting corners. You look at him focused on his reckless driving. He’s facing the road, eyebrows furrowed in concentration and occasionally licking his lips. His eyes have a fire to them, either passion or excitement or maybe both.

He’s hot. Fuck, your step-brother is hot.

He slows down. “You alright, Princess?”

“First it’s Doll, now it’s Princess? How many can you come up with?”

“As many as you want.” Jonathan winks at you.

“I’m fine. Racing isn’t new to me. Let’s go.”

“Alright, if you say so. Don’t go crying to mommy about it.” 

“Shut up.” You roll your eyes. 

The rest of the drive is silent, and you still don’t know where exactly you’re going. It isn’t until he pulls up to a parking lot where you realize. There are tens of sports cars and hundreds of people. Street racing. 

“Yo.” Jonathan greets a guy who you assume is Ted. 

“Hey Schlatt. Who’s this?” He nods towards you.

“Hi,” You introduce yourself and your name. 

“I’m Ted!” He grins and points to the woman next to him, “and this is my girlfriend, Grace.”

“Hey!” Grace smiles as well. She seems nice.

“Nice to meet you both!”

“First time?” Grace asks as the two guys start talking to the side. 

“Not really.” You shrug, “I used to race.”

“No way! You up to race tonight?”

“Oh, not at all. I got in an accident once, never again.” Your phone buzzes. You got a text from an unknown number. Eyebrows furrowed, you open it. You gasp at the photo sent: it’s a picture of your best friend and boyfriend kissing. 

Grace looks over your shoulder, “What’s wrong?”

You scoff. “This is my best friend,” you zoom into her face, “and this is my boyfriend.” You zoom into his.

“No fucking way.” Grace gasps. “Bitches.”

“I can’t believe it.” You shake your head. You feel betrayed. You feel angry, humiliated, and hurt.

“You gotta get back at him.” 

“I’m going to kill him.”

“Orrrr,” She drags, “you send him a picture of you making out with someone hot.”

“You’re a genius and I already love you.”

“A simple thank you would’ve worked, but I’ll take it. You’re lucky you’re here tonight. Lots of hotties. Lots of ‘em.” She scans the area. 

You look around you as well. There are plenty of cute guys. You pick one out in the crowd. You ruffle up your hair, fix your gloss. “I’ll be back.” 

“Go get ‘em!” She cheers behind you. 

You start flirting. It’s a simple thing, really, getting a man to be interested. You ask him about his car, letting him explain everything to you as if you already don’t know the answer yourself. You giggle at his lame jokes, you lean over so he has a clear view into your dress. You lean into his ear, “Hey, wanna go somewhere quieter?”

“Lead the way.” He smirks. 

Bingo.

You grab his hand, bringing him to Jonathan’s car. There’s no time to really waste, you grab him by his collar and make out with him. You take your phone in your hand, making sure to take photos while kissing him. It’s not great, too much tongue in your opinion. The photos are all you need though, so you keep kissing him. 

“Couldn’t find anywhere else to do this shit?”

You pull away, hearing him groan. “Sorry?”

You turned to see Jonathan standing there with his arms crossed.

“Chris, get the fuck off my car. Get out of my face.”

The guy, who you now know is Chris, scrambles off the hood. “Yeah, sorry bro.”

He leaves without even sparing a glance at you. You scoff. Fucking bitch boy. 

“What the hell.” You throw your hands up. “I was busy.”

“Yeah, busy making out with a loser.” Jonathan scoffs. He steps closer to you. “Didn’t take you to be a whore.”

“I’m not a whore.” You feel yourself getting defensive.

“Why Chris?”

“I just need to make out with someone attractive. My now ex-boyfriend cheated on me with my best friend. I got a picture of them making out. I’m sending him pictures of me making out with someone else as revenge.”

“That’s the stupidest shit I’ve ever heard.” 

You pout. “I dunno. I thought it was a good idea…” you trail off. Maybe it wasn’t such a good idea.

You don’t even notice Jonathan getting so close. Before you know it, his face is right there above you. The height difference makes you squirm.

He tips your head up, lifting your chin with his finger. “Wanna make him really jealous?” 

“Uh,” You don’t know what the fuck is going on. “Sure?”

“Doll, you into me?” 

You turn red. “What?”

He laughs. “Come on, Doll. I see the way you’ve been looking at me. You want me. Don’t worry, I want you too.”

He drops his finger and picks you up so you’re sitting on the hood of his car. He stands in between your legs. “You’ve been teasing me all day. Just say the words and I’m all yours.”

He’s so close to your face, you feel his breath on your face. His lips are so close to yours. 

“I want you.” 

That triggers Jonathan into action. He leans forward, putting his lips onto yours. He’s so much better than Chris. He kisses you eagerly, molding your lips with his. You moan slightly at the impatient nature of his kissing. He slips his tongue into your mouth with the opening. You tangle your fingers into his curls, trying to bring him closer. You want him to consume you whole. 

He sucks on your tongue slightly before pulling away. You whine unconsciously. He chuckles, “Don’t worry, we’re not finished. Let’s go somewhere else, yeah Doll?” You nod and jump off the hood. He smacks your butt as you walk towards the passenger seat. You roll your eyes at the action before he opens the door for you. 

The car is suffocating. You feel the tension, heavy and eager. You feel restless, shaking your leg slightly in anticipation. He’s so hot and this is so wrong, but it felt so good, you wanted more. 

He’s driving with one hand on the wheel, the other on your thigh. His hand looks so big gripping your thigh. You wonder what it would feel like to have his fingers inside of you. You squirm at the idea. 

You feel him glancing at you every so often, but you keep your gaze straight ahead. 

“What’re you thinking, Doll?”

You turn to face him. He glances at you back. “Nothing.”

He squeezes your thigh, “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

You fidget with your fingers, “Your hands. They’re really big. Wanted to know how they’d feel.”

You see him smirk, a part of you hates feeding his ego. “Yeah? Was that so hard to admit?”

“Fuck off.”

“I get that you’re stubborn, but in the end, you’ll be begging me to fuck you anyways. You either act like a brat and get treated like one, or we can just be honest and have some fun.”

You sputter a bit at him being so straightforward, but you don’t know what to say.

“Doll, you’re beautiful. I wanted you ever since I saw you get out of the car from the window. I want you now. I know it’s weird, but don’t think about it. You want me too, right?”

You sigh, it’s the only thing you want right now. “Yes.”

“Good. We’re almost there.”

You have no idea where you’re going, again, but the GPS says there’s twenty minutes left. You sigh and look out the window, bored. You start playing with his fingers from his hand on your leg. You smile a bit to yourself as you decide to have some fun.

You grab his hand, lifting it towards your mouth. Looking right at him, you take one of his fingers and put it in your mouth. It’s long, but you take it all the way down.

“Fuck, Doll.” He glances between you and the road. “You’re such a fucking tease, you know that?”

“Yeah,” you grin, “someone’s not keeping me company.”

“You’re ridiculous.”

“What?” You feign innocence, “Nothing wrong with keeping myself busy.”

You take another finger into your mouth, making eye contact as you go from the top to bottom. 

“Alright. That’s enough.” He pulls over to the side of the road. It’s dead at night with no cars coming on the small road. 

“Hey!” You pout, “we’re not there yet.” 

“You’re being a tease and a brat. You don’t get to be fucked in the vacation home. You’re getting fucked on the side of the road like the whore you’re acting like.”

You can’t lie, you feel turned on just from those words. 

He gets out of the car and walks over to your side. He opens the door and holds out his hand. “Come on, we’re going to the back.” 

The two of you sit in the back seat. It’s hard with him being over six foot, but you make it work. You sit on his lap, body fully draped over his. His big hands are on your hip, balancing you on his lap. The two of you make out for what feels like hours. You whine a bit, wanting more.

“What’s wrong, Doll?”

“Enough kissing. I want you to fuck me.”

He pretends like he’s deep in thought. “I don’t know, you were kinda annoying the whole day.”

Rolling your eyes, you nudge his shoulder, “Fuck off.”

“Fuck you.”

“You want to.”

He scoffs at that, “You want me to fuck you already. Without any foreplay. You’re more desperate for it than me.” 

“Well, maybe I am. I’ll just go back to Chris and get fucked by him inste-“ You move to get off his lap, but are stopped by Jonathan’s hands firm on your waist.

“No.” He growls, “You are not going to him. You’re mine tonight.”

“So make me yours.” You say, keeping eye contact with him.

He starts kissing at your neck, trailing down from your jaw to your chest. His hand ghosts over the nape of your neck, fidgeting with your dress zipper. He pulls it down, revealing your chest. He places kisses further down, trailing all over your breasts. He maintains eye contact with you the whole time, seeing you squirm at the feeling. He sucks at the top of your breast, leaving a mark just above your nipple. He licks at each nipple, making you whine at the sensation. 

He pulls away and grins. “Come on, Doll. Get your dress off.” With some maneuvering, you fully take off your dress and he manages to take off his jeans. 

“You’re beautiful.” He whispers, and it makes you blush. It almost feels like he means it.

“Not too bad yourself.” That’s an understatement. Jonathan looks so fine with his messy hair and lips red and swollen. You palm his cock through his boxers, feeling the length and hardness. He moans a bit at the sudden touch. You pull it out, pumping it to see the full length, drooling a bit at how big it is. 

“Next time you can put it in your little mouth, but right now, I’m going to fuck the shit outta you.”

He lifts you up and lines himself up to your hole, teasing by sliding it against your lips.

“Jonathan, please.” You whine. 

“You sure?” He looks serious. 

You nod and lean in against his ear, whispering “Fuck me so I can’t walk for a week.” 

He grins widely, lowering you onto his cock. You’re so wet it slides in, regardless of the big size. 

The car fills with the sounds of your two moans. He doesn’t move for a second, letting you adjust to him. “Okay.” You nod. “I’m good.”

He kisses your cheek, “Tell me if it’s too much.”

You nod again. Jonathan lifts you up easily, holding onto your two thighs. He drills into you, keeping a fast and quick pace. You can’t help but moan at every thrust. 

“So good, Doll.” He groans, “Look at you, being a filthy fucking slut. Getting fucked by your step-brother. Getting turned on by him. Such a whore.”

You close your eyes and face the window, the taboo nature of it all finally hitting you, but it just turns you on even more. 

He chuckles, using one hand to grab your face. His fingers grip onto your cheeks. “Look at me. Look at your step-brother while he fucks you.”

You clench at his words. “God, Doll. I could fuck you all day. You want that? Huh? You want me to fill you up every single day? Sneak into your room at night and fuck the shit outta you?”

You moan loudly, “I can’t hear you, Doll. Use your words.”

“Yes! God, yes. Please.” You whine.

“So eager to please. So desperate, huh? Need your big brother to fill up your slutty hole.” 

He grabs his phone, “Let’s have something for your ex-boyfriend to think about, yeah?” He pulls up the camera app, recording but having the camera face the floor of the car. 

The idea of him recording this should make you freak out, but it just turns you on more. You whimper, trying to be quieter. 

“Come on, Doll. Let him know how good I make you feel. Tell Dave how I’m fucking you.” 

He thrusts into you faster, pulling your hair slightly along with it. You whine at a high pitch. 

“Say how you feel right now.” Jonathan pulls tighter.

“It feels good!” You cried out. “You fuck me so good, Jonathan. I love your cock, fuck.”

You stare into his eyes, seeing them get darker. “Good girl. Say something to Dave.”

“What?” You sobbed, Dave was the last thing on your mind. 

He drags you down with your hair, whispering into your ear “Tell him how much better I am, how he’s never made you feel like this.” 

“You’re so much better than Dave, Jonathan.” You sobbed, “He’s never made me feel so good. You’re filling me up so well.” 

“Good.” He ends the recording, throwing the phone into the driver's seat. He continues his strong pace. 

“Jonathan, I’m close!” The pressure builds up from inside and you can’t help but chase the feeling. You start pushing down onto his cock, wanting to climax.

“Good girl, working for it, yeah?” He lets go of your face, putting both hands onto your waist. His grip is tighter than ever and he quickens the pace. The pain of his grip and the thrusts escape you as the only thought in your mind is to orgasm. You need to cum. 

You don’t really remember what you say - begging, pleading, and moaning so loudly, you knew you’d be embarrassed. 

The shockwaves wash over you; his final thrust pushes you over the edge. He follows quickly after, filling you up with his seed. You whimper at the feeling of it entering you.

“Fuck.” He pants. “Shit.” 

You stay there, his cock still inside of you. You lay your head on his shoulder, both of you catching your breaths.  

“So.” You break the silence. “That was good.”

“Good? Shit, Doll, I expected a little more than just good.” He laughs.

You punch his shoulder, “It was amazing. Thank you.” You kiss his cheek.

“Yeah, yeah. Sorry if I was rough.”

“I liked it.”

He slaps your ass. “Alright, let’s get you cleaned up and go home.”

He lifts you up, and you wince at not being able to feel your legs. Jonathan grabs tissues from the front, wiping you down. You smile at how gentle he’s being. “Thanks.”

He just nods. Moving to grab your clothes, he puts on your panties, lets you put your arms through the dress straps. He gets out of the car, walking around to get your door. You try to stand, but you just can’t.

“What?” He asks, confused.

“I,” You cover your face with your hands. “I can’t stand up.”

Jonathan laughs. Laughs harder than you ever heard him. “Oh, you poor thing.” 

“Come here.” He gestures to you to move towards the door. You scoot over to the edge of the seat. He picks you up, bridal style, and opens the door of the passenger seat. Gently, he places you down and pulls on the seatbelt for you. Buckling it in, he closes the door and you smile at him through the window. He gets into the drivers seat, setting up the GPS to go home.

The windows are open and his playlist softly plays in the background. You hum along the lyrics, trying to fathom what the hell just happened. You giggle at the idea of telling Dave you fucked your step-brother.

“What’s so funny?” Jonathan asks, raising an eyebrow.

“Just thinking about how Dave would freak at what just happened.”

He hums, “Yeah, I got the recording. I feel like it’s better than those fuck ass kissing photos with Chris.” 

Sending the video from his phone to yours, you craft a text to send to him.

you: found a much better fuck than you could ever be :) we’re done, lose my number (attachment: video)

“Sent!” You giggle as you see that the text and video were delivered. You see Jonathan smirk a bit. 

Immediately, Dave sends you multiple texts, even starts spam calling you. 

You scoff, “Couldn’t call me at all once I moved, but all of a sudden he’s free?”

Jonathan chuckles at that, but puts out his hand. You quirk an eyebrow, but he just nods at you. You give him your phone. To your horror, he answers Dave’s call.

You can hear your ex-boyfriend’s voice through the phone.

“What the fuck was that vide-” 

“Listen, fucker. You cheated on her with her best friend, and she found someone better. Don’t worry about it, I’ll treat her right. You heard in the video, right?” 

“Who the fuck is this?” 

“None of your business. Lose the number. She’s blocking you.” Jonathan hangs up and hands it back to you. “You’re blocking his number now.”

You can’t help but tease. “But what if I don’t wanna?”

He says your name threateningly, “You’re not talking to him anymore. You’re not talking to anyone anymore.”

“Says who?”

“Says your step-brother who wants to protect you.” He smirks.

You roll your eyes, “You’re such a loser.”

“Not what you were saying ten minutes ago, Doll.”

“Shove it.”

He pulls up to the house, parking next to another expensive car. He turns the car off, taking out the key. Turning to face you, he smirks.

“So, same time next week?”

(taps mic) ahem. yes. so basically i watched culpa mía and my fault: london and thought schlatt was so nick coded. there was so much more i wanted to add (schlatt street racing scene???!!???!!) but idk car terminology like that so it would not have turned out good LOL changed some plot from the movies ofc but still is very similar i did not edit this piece so sorry if it's not the best.. also my first smut post AWOOGA

[multiheadcanons]

DON’T LOOK DOWN, MICK!

“mick, you’ve got it. i promise.”

“dad, i’m scared.”

“mick, it’s a tree. just don’t look—”

“snipes!” mick took a deep breath in, eyes shooting open. the world was blurry, and the first thing he registered is that his glasses were broken. that’s okay, that’s not bad. he can’t see very well. that’s a little bit of a bigger problem, considering his job. who was calling him? “snipes! you with me?”

he managed out a noise. blinked a few times. started to focus. he saw the scout. it seemed quiet otherwise, around him. that doesn’t seem quite right. he thought he was out of position.

“snipes, we gotta get you to the doc, man—”

“nah, nah… nah, i’m okay—”

“snipes, your leg is gone!” mick knows that the bostonian did not just say what he just said. “we need to get you to the doc, now! you’re easy pickings out here, man! grab my hand.”

still reeling from the idea that what scout just said may or may not be true, he reached out. and as scout pulled him to his foot; his eyes slipped shut.

“i just don’t think i can do it, dad! i don’t want to try to find out!”

“mick. there comes a time where everyone’s gotta do something they don’t want to do. this is probably gonna be the easiest thing you don’t want to do. just take a deep breath, and don’t look down, right? give it a go.”

“come back to me snipes! just look ahead, alright? lemme know if someone’s coming.” he sputtered a gasp out. the sounds of battle were closer. what the fuck was this kid doing?

“scout— scout? right?” me muttered out.

“yeah, man, what’s up?”

“put me down and let me die.”

“outta the question. look sharp!”

pain shot up his body with the first step, and his vision whited out as his head slumped forward.

“mick. mick look at me.”

“you told me to not look down!”

“i know, i know, just give me a quick glance down here. so you know i’m gonna catch you if you fall.”

“i know you’re gonna catch me, dad!”

“but do you trust it?”

“snipes, pick your god damn head up and move that leg. doc! doc!” another, weaker, shallower breath entered and exited his lungs as he blinked himself into reality. and as his eyes focused on the floor, he realized that the scout was not lying to him.

a leg was gone.

shit.

he couldn’t stop the burn of the vomit in time as it surged in his throat, nor could he stop the momentary swell of panic as he emptied the contents of his stomach. all over his own bloodied shirt, on the bostonian’s shirt, in the dust. scout didn’t seem to notice, and if he did he didn’t seem to mind.

“stop! stop, put me down, i don’t wanna do it anymore.” the words left him before he thought about them. but his body did not stop moving.

“we’re not stopping, snipes. we keep going until we die.”

“please let me die, scout. i’m not worth this.”

“anyone alive is worth the life they live man. let’s get you to the doc, he’ll patch you up, it’ll be okay. alright?” they turned and looked at each other. faces etched in blood and kicked up dust.

and mick nodded. and they continued to move.

it felt like hours before they got to the front lines, seeing the doctor crouched behind cover as he shielded his face from the blasts occurring around him.

“doc! need some help over here!” the scout called out, pulling the sniper back from the verge of the void he’s been teetering on.

“i’m not moving—!” he shielded his body from a wayward rocket. “bring your asses here! and— jesus, sniper, we thought you were dead! your leg!”

“he’s not dead; we freakin’ abandoned him, like a bunch of assholes! now do your damn magic and make him better!” they hobbled on three legs towards the medic, taking shelter behind the cover as the doctor peeked the corner and turned back to the two.

“you didn’t even tourniquet the wound.”

“we had to move, doc, he was on the edge of the map. next time, you go find his ass!”

“oh, you’re so right scout! next time, i’ll abandon my team as we’re actively losing, in case you forgot, and go searching for the man who had maybe ten minutes left and cut that time in half with poor on-field care so the rest of the team can die. is that what you want?”

“stop being a fucking smart ass and fix the guy, doc!”

“you just piss me off sometimes… honestly, i never know what to— incoming!”

the blast of a rocket shook the ground they sat on as they did their best to cover their heads and the body of the major trauma case before them, and the doctor peeked the corner again. he didn’t say anything as he turned back to the two men, eyes wide and face set in what can only be described as horrified rage.

“scout? can i ask something of you?”

“yeah doc, what’s up?”

“next time… you let him die.”

neither scout, nor the sniper were able to ask what he meant by that as the enemy team advanced. they just watched the doctor’s body be ripped to shreds as a familiar, yet unfriendly sascha rounded the corner, already shooting by the time the barrel of the gun was pressed against the medic’s back.

and scout couldn’t move them all in time.

and though sniper knew he was missing a leg, he felt the ghost of it slip off of the tree.

and he felt a set of arms catch him before he hit the ground.

“aw, well— kudos for trying, mick. it’s not the easiest tree to climb within the mile.”

“i knew i wasn’t gonna make it! i knew i wasn’t gonna make it and you made me do it anyway! this is stupid! i’m done!”

“you’re not done.”

“no, dad, i’m done! i’m not doing it again!”

“but you’re not done. lots of guys out there, right? guys who need killing?”

“what are you— what?”

“get back up mick. give it another go. don’t look down this time.”

and his eyes opened to the respawn room. standing in there was the doctor, and the scout. staring at each other, engaged in a somewhat silent argument. but he wasn’t bothered with that right now.

he looked down.

two legs. whole. full.

he kicked them both a little. functional. rotated his feet. flexed them, relaxed them. bent it at the knee. fully functional, it seems.

they stood in the respawn room. he finally decided to listen in on their conversation. it didn’t seem to have gotten more heated, but they definitely didn’t look to have come to an agreement.

“the entire situation just could’ve been avoided, scout.”

“i’m not gonna leave a teammate that’s still breathing. i don’t care how many times it gets us killed. if i move, everyone fucking else moves too. and if you want me to leave you for dead, fine. you don’t make that choice for everyone else though.”

“…whatever.”

the doctor’s face was set. aggravated, annoyed, almost amused, and resigned to the bostonian’s will as he ensured his grip on his medigun was tight, and secured to his back.

“scout. before you go.” the australian started. it felt odd to have full vocal range again. it felt more odd to hear everything around him occurring. the faint sounds of battle, the death screams echoing through the buildings, and the scout’s much closer irritated groan.

“what, man.”

“what you did. it was… noble. it was a noble thing to do. and… i respect it. didn’t take you for the type.”

“it’s not noble, or whatever other goofy ass word you wanna put on it. it’s the right thing to do. now move your ass. follow me, doc, we’re going left.”

and they left the sniper alone in the respawn room. he sat for a moment. searching his mind for the voice of his father.

but it never came.

and he, unsure of what to do next, grabbed his rifle, and exited the respawn room, steeling himself for the rest of the round.

[gold-onthe-inside]

career day, pt 2

who? single dad!spencer reid x history prof!reader summary: in continuation of career day, pt 1; spencer asks you out for coffee after a conversation in the playground, meets your adorable nephew, and has a much needed heart to heart with maya. content warnings: mention of childbirth complications, r is averse to childbirth, reference to spencer's knee injury word count: 3.3k a/n: again, maya's 12, please forgive her.

They’re all guided to the teacher’s lounge, encouraged to have snacks and coffee while they wait for the school day to end, but Spencer’s not really in the mood for small talk, silently grabbing a cup of coffee while you’re peppered with questions, particularly from parents who want their kids to get into a prestigious college and see you as their way in. Never mind that I went to Caltech and MIT, he thinks sourly, slipping out of the lounge with his coffee.

Spencer takes a moment to himself, leaning against the wall in the hallway just outside the teacher's lounge. He takes a sip of his coffee, trying to drown out the sound of the voices coming from within. The parents' questions echo around in his head, and he can feel himself getting more annoyed with each one. Maybe it's the nerves from his presentation or the fact that you're getting all the attention instead of him, but he finds himself feeling resentful.

Rather than do or say something he can't take back, he just leaves the building. He takes a deep breath as he steps outside, the fresh air helping to clear his head a bit. He walks over towards the empty playground, the swings and slides deserted at this time in the middle of the school day. He sits down on one of the swings, staring off into space, still holding onto his now-cold cup of coffee.

“6th graders can be rough,” he heard you say, your boots crunching over the fall leaves as you joined him, leaning against the poles holding up the swing.

Spencer looks up as you approached, a slight smile on his face. "Yeah, they don't hold back, do they?" he says, taking a sip of his coffee. He glances at you as you lean against the swing set. "You seem to be the more popular one today," he teases, unable to hide the hint of jealousy in his voice.

"Yeah, I've been told I ooze cool aunt energy," you said, chuckling a little.

He rolled his eyes playfully. "Must be nice." He takes another sip of his coffee. "I guess I'm just the uncool dad with social anxiety."

"There are more important things than being cool," you said, your voice earnest and he glanced up at you, one of your shoulders shrugging. "Like being a parent who shows up. Who actually takes an interest."

He felt his annoyance melt away a bit as you said that. "I guess being uncool has its perks then," he said with a small smile.

"Yeah, that's what I keep telling my nephew," you said, huffing a little.

Spencer chuckled at your comment, but then something clicked in his head. "Wait, you have a nephew?" he asked, a surprised look on his face. The boy whose shoelaces you’d been tying that morning…

"Yeah, I came for my nephew," you answered, your brow furrowing, placing your hand on your heart unconsciously. "My bad, I should have clarified."

"Well, now I feel like an idiot," Spencer said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly. "I just assumed you were here for your kid or something."

"Pretty safe assumption to make," you replied, shrugging nonchalantly. "Though, I expect better from a fancy behavioural analyst."

"I'll try to live up to your expectations next time," Spencer responded sarcastically. But then he turned to you, a question at the tip of his tongue. "You don't have any kids of your own, then?"

"No," you said, shaking your hand, pocketing your hands.

"Any reason why?" Spencer asked curiously. He took another sip of his coffee, studying you intently.

"Um... I guess, I haven't found the right person yet," you said hesitantly. "That and the whole delivery process freaks me out."

Spencer raised an eyebrow at your reply, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "Scared of childbirth, huh?" he said, teasing you a bit.

"You know how many women die from childbirth complications every year?" you asked him, raising a brow.

"Actually, the maternal mortality rate in the United States is steadily declining," Spencer replied, not missing a beat. "It's currently around 26 per every 100,000 live births."

You narrowed your eyes at him. "You just... had that lined up in your head?"

Spencer chuckled. "No... well, yes... kind of," he said, shrugging casually as if the information weren't already stored in his mind. "I have an eidetic memory, so this kind of statistical information tends to stick."

"Huh," you said, pursing your lips, slightly impressed. "How many live births a year?" you asked him, just to test him really.

Spencer doesn't even hesitate before answering. "It’s currently around 3.7 million per year," he says without any hesitation, taking another sip of his coffee.

"That sounds like way too many," you muttered with a frown.

"On the contrary," Spencer replied, trying to cross one leg over the other on the swing and failing, "it's actually quite reasonable given the population size. In fact, the annual live birth rate has actually dipped a bit in recent years, which could indicate a potential decline in the population growth rate." He took another sip of his coffee, clearly enjoying the chance to talk about statistics.

You looked at him, raising a brow. "Huh."

Spencer couldn't help but notice the slight look of awe on your face. "You sound impressed," he said, a hint of smugness in his voice as he sipped his coffee.

"Don't be smug, it's not an attractive look on you," you said, shaking your head as you smiled, looking away.

"I wouldn’t be so sure," he remarked, smirking where he sat, hiding it with his cup of coffee, and pointing at you as he said, “You kind of have a tell.”

“What? No, I don’t,” you retorted but he shrugged, pursing his lips.

“Hate to break it to you, but that little thing you do when you look away… That’s a tell.”

You huffed, unable to deny it as you shook your head. “You always profile everyone you meet?”

“Not everyone,” he said, sipping his coffee, his hazel eyes never leaving yours.

“So, I’m special, am I?” you asked, raising a brow.

“Would that be so bad?” he countered, watching you shake your head.

“No,” you said quietly, your own gaze latched onto his, the two of you standing alone in the empty playground until the bell rings, signalling that the school day was over. Spencer got up with much effort, trying to ignore your snicker. “You okay, old man?”

“In my defense, I’ve had reconstructive knee surgery, okay?” he retorted, walking with you to the pick-up zone as kids came rushing out of the building.

“Seriously?” you asked, chuckling, walking backwards as you both talked because you were just that cool.

“Seriously.”

“What’d you do, fall off a ladder at the library?” you asked, still teasing.

“No, I, uh…” He rubbed the back of his neck. What was the protocol for telling someone you might potentially ask out that he’d gotten shot on the job? “Just had a bad day at work,” he said lamely, watching your brow furrow.

“Okay,” you said, leaving it at that as your attention drifted to the boy running towards you, the same one with his arm in the cast from this morning. “Hey, slugger,” you greeted him happily, squatting to his level. “How’s the arm?”

“Itchy,” he replied miserably. “Ryan stuck a pencil down there and now I can’t get it out.”

You tsked, pushing his glasses up his nose and smoothing back his hair. “I’m sorry, baby. We’ll get it out, okay? And we’ll get donuts on the way back, alright? Chocolate with sprinkles, just how you like ‘em.”

“Classic,” Spencer mused, nodding. “I like your taste.” The boy frowned as he looked up at Spencer.

“You’re Maya’s dad,” he said plainly and Spencer smiled, tucking hair back behind his ear as he squatted.

“That’s me. You can call me Spencer, though.”

“I’m Benjamin,” he said, holding up his left hand to shake Spencer’s hand. “But everyone calls me Benji.”

Spencer squatted in front of Benji, shaking his hand with a rueful smile. “Got it.”

“I really liked your presentation,” Benji said, his glasses slipping down his nose again and he pushed them up with his left hand. “Ian’s mean to everyone. You should just ignore him. That’s what I do.”

“Sounds like a smart move, Benji,” Spencer said, smiling at him warmly. “I’ll keep that in mind next time.”

“We should get going,” you said, before you could think too hard about how sweet and attractive Spencer was talking to Benji like that.

“Yeah, Maya likes taking her time before coming out,” Spencer said apologetically. “But um… I was hoping I could maybe… I mean, if you’d want to… get coffee or something some time?”

“Yeah, coffee sounds great,” you replied warmly, pulling out your phone from your pocket to exchange numbers with him while Benji shuffled off, distracted by a caterpillar. You punched your number into his cellphone, one that seemed like it was a decade old, but you didn’t say anything, swapping phones again. “I’ll see you around, then, Doc,” you said, smiling at him, and he feels like a lovestruck teenager watching you call Benji back and walk with him to your car.

Spencer had gotten Maya her own cellphone much earlier than most other kids, his own paranoia over being away from her for days at a time ranking higher on the list of concerns than cybersecurity. Worry had always been a familiar friend on his shoulder, gnawing at him, but had grown bigger recently as Maya withdrew from him more often than not. Almost always holed up in her room, in a world he had started to feel locked out of.

He knocked on the door to her room, her nameplate hung on the door in the style of California licence plates, before twisting the knob, ducking his head in. “Hey, monkey,” he said softly, finding her lying on her stomach, on her bed, a dolphin body pillow tucked under her arms, barely looking up at Spencer as he walked in.

“Dad, I don’t need you to tuck me in anymore,” she said, sounding exasperated and he frowned.

“Right,” he said unhappily. “You’re all grown up now.” She only looked up when he sat on the edge of her bed — coral pink bedsheets with soft blue pillows. “I know it’s natural for you to… seek independence and autonomy—”

“Dad, don’t go all profiler on me,” Maya griped, sitting up to look at him, brow furrowed, and he wet his lips.

“I’m not trying to,” he said patiently. “I’m just saying… I’m new to this, okay? Up until this year, I’ve always tucked you in at night, or called to talk about your day… And I get it, you’re older now, you’re in middle school, you don’t want to be treated like a baby. Just… I’m asking for a little time to get used to it, okay?” he said, keeping his voice soft and gentle.

She was silent for some time, picking at the fabric of her pillow, refusing to meet his eyes. At one point she’d been all over him, hanging off his arm for dear life whenever he was at home, climbing into his lap the moment he sat on the couch to watch TV with her. It was hard to accept that she had moved past that phase in her life. “You’re always at work anyway,” she mumbled, trying to sound indifferent, but her gaze remained down-cast, voice a little small.

Spencer's face fell at her words. "Is that why you didn't tell me about Career Day?" he asked softly, his heart breaking a little. "You didn't think I would come?"

“It’s not that,” she said, trying to sound indifferent but failing. She fiddled with the fringe of her pillow, her lower lip caught between her teeth. Looking at him was difficult, because she saw how hurt he was — not over being not asked to join career day, but over her lack of trust in him. “I just know you’re really busy, and you’re rarely home.”

"Monkey, come here, please," he asked gently, needing to hug her before he said anything else to her.

She hesitated for a moment, but then, quietly, she set the dolphin plush down and climbed into his lap, like she used to do when she was younger. Spencer hugged her, wrapping his arms around her. "I love you more than anything in the world, monkey," he whispered. "I will always be here for you when you need me."

She pressed her face into the crook of his neck, her little hands clenching tighter in the fabric of his sweater, feeling him hug her tight against his chest. “Promise?” she asked, voice small.

"Cross my heart, monkey," he said softly. "And I'm sorry if I embarrassed you at school today."

She gave a soft little huff, pulling back far enough to look at him, her gaze still downcast. “Well, you did embarrass me,” she mumbled, still sounding grumpy. “You were such a dork, Dad,” she said with a huff of faux-exasperation, but cuddled against him once more.

"Yeah, I know," he sighed, burying his nose in her hair as he hugged her.

She was silent for some time, burying her face in his chest, feeling him hug her tight against him, and she could feel the tension from him, could practically hear the cogs working in his brain as he desperately tried to stay calm; to not get too emotional over one stupid mistake on his part, and she almost felt guilty.

Almost.

“Dad?” she asked, voice a little muffled against his sweater.

"Yeah, monkey?"

She pressed her face against his chest, quiet for some time, her gaze still cast down as her fingers fidgeted with the fabric of his sweater. “You’re not… mad at me… right?” she asked, voice a little small, tentative almost.

"Not in the slightest," he replied instantly, looking at Maya and tilting her chin up to meet his gaze. "I'm not a cool dad, and that's okay."

She looked up at him, meeting his gaze with a slight frown, though it was a fond one. “You’ve never been a cool dad,” she said, as if stating the obvious, though her tone was affectionate.

"I know," he said, sighing sadly as he tucked a curl behind her ear. "But I'm doing my best."

A little frown appeared on her face, a tug between her eyes, at the sad look in his eyes; the little self-deprecating tilt to his tone. She felt awful, almost guilty for making him sound that way. With a slight frown on her face, and a little more emotion than she’d been willing to show before, she threw her arms around his neck, burying her face back in the crook of his neck. “I know you are,” she mumbled against his skin.

He wrapped his arms around Maya's waist, taking a deep breath as it relaxed the tightness in his chest. "I just want you to be proud of me, that's all."

She pulled back, looking at him, her gaze a little more open and vulnerable than before, but still a little defiant and stubborn. “I am proud of you,” she said, sounding exasperated. “You’re an FBI agent, a genius and you’re a great dad.”

"Even if I'm the dorkiest dad in the world?" he asked, the corner of his mouth curling up.

She huffed out a laugh, rolling her eyes and giving him a slight shove. “Yes, even if you’re the dorkiest dad in the world,” she said with an air of fond exasperation.

He kissed Maya's hair, stroking the back of her head. "I love you, monkey."

She sighed, though the small fond smile never left her face, her arms around his neck, cuddled up close to him. “I love you too, Dad,” she said, finally looking up at him, giving him a small smile.

He kissed her forehead again, just because he could. "Alright, we ready for bed?"

She let out a loud groan, sounding exasperated. “But, I don’t want to go to bed,” she whined, giving him her best puppy dog eyes, as if that might sway him.

"You know we need at least 8 hours of sleep," Spencer chided gently. "And you need even more for that brain of yours to develop."

She let out another groan, though there was no real defiance behind it, more of a petulant teenage attitude. “I know, I know,” she said with a sigh, rolling her eyes. “Eight hours, like a grown-up.”

"That's my girl," he murmured, tucking her in. "You brushed your teeth?" he asked, smiling when she let him tuck her in without a fight. She rolled her eyes again, a little huff escaping her, though it was more fond than anything.

“Dad,” she groaned in faux-exasperation. “I’m not five. I brushed my teeth, okay?”

"For two whole minutes?" he asked, raising a brow.

Another sigh escaped her, exaggerated and put upon. “Yes, Dad, the full two minutes. Even used my timer and everything,” she said, rolling her eyes, though there was a hint of a smile on her face.

"Huh, maybe you are all grown up after all," he remarked, kissing her forehead. "Guess you don't need me to read to you tonight then."

She went very still, giving him a wide-eyed look, clearly shocked and appalled that he would even think that. “No, no, no, wait—” she protested, sitting up straight in bed. “You have to read to me, Dad. That’s not fair—”

Spencer laughed, sitting on the edge of the bed. "Sure?"

She nodded, looking at him earnestly. “Yes, Dad. It’s not bedtime if you don’t read to me,” she said, settling back against her pillows, arms out from where he had tucked her in, geese lining her cotton blue pyjamas.

“Okay, tradition’s tradition,” Spencer replied, his voice non-chalant as he picked up her copy of Eragon, settling into bed next to her and opening up the dense novel to where they had last left it. He slid the bookmark out, holding it against the back of the book, and Maya snuggled into his shoulder, following along to his soft, soothing voice.

As Spencer read to her, she felt herself growing drowsy, her eyes drooping a little, a yawn escaping her and he smiled, looking down at her. “Time to sleep, monkey,” he murmured, settling her head against the pillows.

As he tucked her in, she looked up at him, still not quite ready to let him go. “Dad?” she mumbled, her eyes still closed, but she wasn’t quite asleep yet either.

"Yeah?"

"Can you... stay here for a little while?" she asked, quietly, so much so that he almost wasn't sure he had heard her correctly. Despite all her teenage huffing and her constant efforts to show how big and grown-up she was these days, there were still moments like these, when she reminded him that she was still a little girl at heart.

"Sure, I'll be right here," he murmured, stroking her hair as she closed her eyes.

She let out a soft sigh, a content little sound, and snuggled even further down into the blankets. "Thanks, Dad," she mumbled groggily, her voice soft and thick with sleep.

"You got it, monkey," he whispered and she smiled sleepily, her grip on his hand loosening as she slipped into the comforting embrace of sleep.

[f4dedtouch]

╰┈➤ how doll!reader met rafe cameron and somehow, never got rid of him.

pairing: doll!reader x s2 rafe

summary: doll!reader knew she made a mistake going on this dull date the moment she sat down desperate for an out, she slips away to the bathroom to bail, only to catch the kook king’a attention. amused, he decided to have some fun at her expense… and ends up leaving the worst first impression possible.

warnings: swearing, just rafe being insufferable and leaving the worst first impression.

you knew this was a mistake ten minutes in.

thirty minutes in, you were suffering.

he had not stopped talking about his dad’s yacht. or the gala his dad was hosting next week. or his dad’s latest business deal. seriously? was this asshole really sitting here, bragging about his dad’s money like he was the one who worked for it? you stared at him, expression blank as he went on and on about something called a bertram 35, which you were pretty sure was just a fancy word for a boat.

you nodded absently, twirling your straw in your drink, offering the occasional mmhm or oh, really? just to make it seem like you were listening. you should have known this was a bad idea when he would not leave you alone at the bonfire last week, practically begging for just one date. one. and now here you were, resisting the urge to bash your head into the table as he started explaining—explaining—what a fucking yacht was.

fuck this.

you glanced at your phone screen, not actually reading anything, just thinking. an escape. you needed an escape.

and then, like divine intervention, an idea formed in your head.

“shit,” you exhaled sharply, eyes widening just the right amount. “i just got a text. my mom needs me to come home.”

his face fell. “oh. uh—really?”

you forced a regretful sigh, shoving your phone into your bag. “yeah, i should probably get going.”

he hesitated. “so, can we—”

“i’ll text you,” you said quickly, already grabbing your stuff. you did not plan on texting him. ever.

before he could say anything else, you were gone.

you made a beeline for the bathroom, locking yourself inside and pressing your palms against the sink, breathing. that was fucking painful.

rafe cameron had a shitty day.

his dad was on his ass, he was out of coke, and his patience was thin. so naturally, he ended up at the country club, sitting at the bar, ordering a whiskey he probably did not need.

he was not looking for anything. not really. he just wanted to get out of his own head for a few hours.

but then he saw you.

sitting across the room, at a table with some asshole in a blazer, twirling your straw, looking bored out of your fucking mind.

rafe had seen you before. always with sarah and her little pogue friends at the bonfire, all soft curls and glossed lips, too pretty to be with that crowd. you moved different. you looked different. and right now, you looked miserable.

it was entertaining, really. he was amused.

you were staring at the guy like you were seconds away from stabbing him, nodding along as he talked, but rafe could tell you were not listening to a word coming out of his mouth. he knew that look—bored. done. looking for an escape.

and then he watched you find one.

you sat up a little straighter, eyes flickering to your phone, and rafe could already see the plan forming in your head.

you said something—he could not hear what—but whatever it was made the guy’s face drop.

and rafe?

rafe fucking grinned.

he watched you stand, grab your stuff, and slip away, practically running toward the bathroom.

it was the weakest excuse he had ever seen.

and yet, it worked.

your date sat there, annoyed, huffing like a kid who just got his toy taken away.

rafe exhaled a quiet laugh, sipping his drink.

and just like that, he knew exactly how he was going to spend the rest of his night.

waiting.

you stepped out of the bathroom, scanning the room quickly, and relaxed.

your table was empty

thank god.

you exhaled in relief, making your way toward the bar. maybe you would actually drink that overpriced cocktail now.

but the second you sat down, you felt a stare.

the presence was strong, charged, something you did not even have to look at to recognize.

but you did. you turned slightly, and there he was, grinning at you.

rafe cameron.

fuck.

you had never officially met, but you knew enough. sarah’s brother. an asshole. a cokehead. a walking red flag.

men like him could not handle you. or so you thought.

he was watching you like he knew something you did not, like he had been sitting there, waiting.

you rolled your eyes ignoring him and turned back toward the bar.

“vodka soda.”

you barely got your drink before rafe’s voice cut through the air, smooth, amused.

“oh man, you’re back.”

your stomach sank.

not at his words—but at who he was talking to.

you turned, and there he was. your date. sliding into the seat on your other side, annoyed.

“wasn’t your mom expecting you?”

you blinked. fuck.

“uh—yeah, but one of my friends was home, so they handled it.”

rafe exhaled a laugh, shaking his head.

you glared.

“since we’re all here,” he mused, “let’s have a drink.”

you straightened. “oh, i was about to go—”

“c’mon,” rafe cut in, voice dripping with something almost mocking. “we could talk about boats.”

he knew.

he fucking knew.

your date perked up instantly. “boats?”

and just like that, the two of them started talking bullshit.

you stared at rafe, burning.

your hands clenched into fists in your lap, nails digging into your skin, because if you despised him before, now?

now you wanted to kill him.

slowly. painfully.

you could break the whiskey glass sitting in front of him and shove it straight into his neck. you could strangle him with your pretty pearl bracelet you always had on your wrist. or maybe you could grab the steak knife off the waiter’s tray and just—

he was watching you, barely even engaging in the conversation, just watching you.

so fucking amused.

“you know what,” you cut in, voice tight. “i actually have somewhere to be.”

rafe’s smirk deepened. “nah. stay.”

“i can’t.”

he tilted his head, eyes gleaming. “sure you can.”

your nails dug deeper into your palm.

you had two choices.

you could stand up and leave, but something told you rafe would find a way to keep you here, just to piss you off.

or you could sit here and suffer, glaring at him so hard you could set him on fire with just your mind.

either way, rafe was winning.

and he knew it.

god you fucking hated rafe cameron. you hated those wild bangs covering his forehead and that pretty smile and those blue eyes of him.

[harrywavycurly]

Narry as dads!!!😍💕

Hiii babes!! Ohhhh I love thinking of Harry and Niall being besties so therefore any kids they have will also be friends! So I hope you enjoy this little blurb!!💖

-want in on ask night? Look here✨

*I went with you just being their bestie! Hope that’s okay also the names of their kids are very random*

Summary: You join your two bestfriends for a day at the park with their kids✨

“You want me to put my daughter who can’t even crawl yet on the slide? Yeah-not happening Horan.” You stare at Harry who has both hands on his hips, sunglasses in his hair keeping it out of his face, his daughter Grace securely strapped to his chest but most importantly he has a hard glare aimed right at the blue eyed brunette standing next to you.

“Harry it’s a slide what could possibly happen to her while on the slide?”

“She can’t sit up properly so how do you want her to even go down the slide?”

“She’s strapped to your bloody chest Harry! So just go down the damn-”

“Niall James!” You shout his name at the same time you reach over and give the back of his head a nice smack making Harry chuckle while Niall lets out a groan as he turns to look at you.

“What was that for?” Harry rolls his eyes at Niall’s question as he reaches up to slide his sunglasses down over his face.

“Watch your mouth we are at a public park with children around you can’t say things like that.”

“M’sorry but he’s drivin me mental with the helicopter dad routine.” Niall points towards Harry while his attention is still on you. Harry lets out a scoff as he reaches a hand down and gently adjusts the little hat that’s snug on her head keeping her ears warm.

“I’m not a helicopter dad.” You run a hand over your face as Niall turns to give Harry all his attention so they can start the all too familiar argument about if Harry is too protective of his daughter or if Niall isn’t protective enough with his little girl. “I just make sure she’s safe and cozy at all times that’s all.”

“Harry her feet haven’t touched the ground since she was born and that was four months ago.”

“That isn’t true she sits on the floor for tummy time and on her play mat with the fishes she likes to stare at before bed and besides didn’t Angelina trip over a rock the other day and needed not one but two Elsa bandaids for the cut on her knee?”

“Yeah she’s three. She trips. S’what kids do.” As if on queue Niall’s daughter runs over from where she was playing on the jungle gym and tugs on Harry’s pants.

“Hello love.” Harry’s voice has zero hints of annoyance or defensiveness like it did just a moment ago as he looks down at the blue eyed little girl who is smiling up at him with pigtails and a dimple popping out of her cheek.

“C’n she play yet?” Angelina asks in her usual soft sweet tone that normally will get her whatever she wants. Harry looks away from the little girl and down at Grace who started wiggling her fingers and kicking her legs as soon as she heard Angelina’s voice.

“Maybe we can see how she feels about the swing? Would you like to do that?” Angelina just nods quickly before turning around and running off towards the swing set making Harry laugh and Niall turn his focus on watching her to make sure she doesn’t trip over anyone or anything on the way.

Before Harry can take a step in the direction of the swings you walk the short distance over to him and place a hand on his arm. Niall already knows what’s about to happen so he heads off towards the swings so he can help Angelina get comfortable on one and help push her for a bit.

“Let me take her.” Harry doesn’t try to argue with you or tell you no, he just smiles and begins unbuckling her from the carrier so he can hand her to you. “Hello my love how are you? Has your daddy been hogging you all day? I think he has and that’s just rude of him isn’t it?” You coo making her giggle while Harry watches with an amused smile on his face as his bestfriend walks off with his little girl towards the swing.

[sylusonychinus]

Episode Nine: A Night of Realizations

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The soft hum of the television filled the apartment as [Reader] curled up on the couch, scrolling through the movie selection. It had been a long day, and all she wanted was to relax, maybe even finally have a peaceful night with Caleb.

Caleb, however, wasn’t as relaxed.

He sat beside her, arms crossed, staring at nothing in particular. His mind was elsewhere—specifically on that damn senior of hers.

"That guy from earlier," he muttered.

[Reader] turned to him, blinking in confusion. "Who?"

"Your senior. Officer Lee." His voice was neutral, but his grip on the couch tightened slightly.

She raised a brow. "What about him?"

Caleb exhaled through his nose, glancing at her. "He seems to like you."

A laugh bubbled out of her before she could stop it. "Caleb, that’s ridiculous."

"Is it?" His jaw tensed. "The way he looked at you, the way he tried to stop you from leaving with me—"

"He's just a colleague," she interrupted, shaking her head. "Besides, it’s not like it matters."

Caleb frowned. "What do you mean?"

She hesitated for a moment before sighing. "Because we’re married. Even if it's… contractual."

The word contractual made her stomach twist. Saying it out loud hurt more than she expected.

Caleb fell silent.

Something in his chest tightened, though he didn’t know why. He knew their marriage wasn’t real, but hearing her say it so plainly—why did it bother him?

He let out a slow breath and nodded. "Right. Contractual."

A tense silence filled the air.

She hated it. Hated how distant it made her feel.

Caleb, meanwhile, was distracted with his own thoughts as he walked towards the bathroom, peeling off his hoodie. He pushed the door open, running a hand through his hair, ready to step inside—

Only to freeze.

Steam curled in the air. The sound of water running filled the room.

And standing there, in the middle of the shower, was [Reader].

Both of them locked eyes for half a second.

Then—

"CALEB!"

A scream tore through the apartment.

"I—SHIT—" Caleb’s eyes widened in horror as [Reader] yanked the shower curtain around herself.

"GET OUT!"

"YOU SAID YOUR SHOWER HEATER WAS BROKEN—!"

"THAT DOESN’T MEAN YOU CAN WALK IN—"

"I DIDN’T KNOW—"

"CALEB, I SWEAR TO—"

In his panic, Caleb fumbled for the doorknob, only to trip over the bath mat, nearly crashing into the sink.

"OH MY GOD—JUST—LEAVE!"

The door slammed shut so hard the walls shook.

Caleb stood outside, heart racing, pressing a hand over his face. Shit.

Inside the bathroom, [Reader] stood frozen, steam clinging to her skin, face burning hotter than the shower itself.

This was so embarrassing.

By the time she stepped out of the bathroom, dressed in her usual oversized hoodie and shorts, she refused to look Caleb in the eye.

He, on the other hand, was sitting stiffly on the couch, staring at the TV as if his life depended on it.

Silence.

Awkward. Suffocating.

Neither of them dared to say a word.

A few minutes passed.

Then—

"So…" [Reader] mumbled.

"Movie. Right. Let’s watch." Caleb grabbed the remote and pressed the first thing he saw.

An action film.

Neither of them paid attention.

Every few minutes, one of them would steal a glance at the other before immediately looking away, cheeks slightly pink.

Just as the tension was starting to settle, [Reader]’s phone vibrated on the table.

Her stomach twisted the moment she saw the caller ID.

Her father.

She hesitated before answering. "Hello?"

"So, you’ve been working as a ground controller this whole time?"

His tone was sharp. Cold.

A chill ran down her spine. "Dad, I—"

"And at the same airline as Liana?! Do you think this is some kind of joke?"

Her fingers curled around the phone. "I didn't think it mattered—"

"It matters when you're making things difficult for Liana!" he snapped.

She sucked in a breath. "I… I don’t understand."

"You never do. I want you to quit. Do as I say."

A lump formed in her throat.

"Dad, please—"

"I don't want to hear it! You always disappoint me. You're nothing compared to Liana!"

Silence.

The words stung. No, they burned.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Why? Why was he always like this?

What had she done to deserve this?

Ever since he cheated on her mother, he had done nothing but scold her, compare her to his perfect stepdaughter, treating her as if she was nothing but an inconvenience.

She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to suppress the sob threatening to escape.

She wanted to say something—anything—but nothing came out.

Then—

The phone was pulled from her grasp.

Caleb.

His expression was dark. His voice was calm, but deadly. "Who the hell do you think you are?"

Silence on the other end.

"She is my wife now," Caleb continued, voice firm, unwavering. "She's a Xia. She’s no longer tied to your pathetic excuse of a family."

And with that, he hung up.

The silence in the room was deafening.

Meanwhile, on the other end of the call, her father seethed, throwing his phone across the room in rage.

Back in the apartment, Caleb turned to [Reader].

Tears spilled down her cheeks.

Without hesitation, he pulled her into his arms.

"It's okay. Let it out," he murmured, holding her close.

She gripped his shirt tightly, burying her face into his chest.

For the first time in a long time—she allowed herself to cry

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[crushpunky]

toxic!reader and rafe vs the pogues

masterlist

your fave psycho girl is back :) warning: brief nudity, swearing, + vaping

Y/n laid on one of the Cameron family’s lounges, the sun warm against her skin as she basked in its golden rays. She’d opted to ditch her swim top, hoping to even out her complexion since it was just her and Rafe. She’d been nagging at Rafe for weeks, trying to get him to invite her over to hang out by the pool and he had finally caved.

Sprawled out on a lounge next to her, Rafe’s swim shorts rode up to show the golden tan of his legs as he scrolled through his phone. Y/n found her eyes lingering on his sweat glistened body, biting her lip subconsciously with each and every shift of his muscles.

“Pool. Fuckin’. Day.” A voice shouted from the patio, causing Rafe and y/n’s heads to whip around to see the Pogue’s making their way out to the pool deck. With a slight yelp, y/n quickly turned back and scrambled for her towel, holding it against her bare chest as JJ shucked his t-shirt off before jumping into the pool with a holler. A shower of water coated the pool deck, splattering y/n and Rafe.

“What the hell are you doing here?” Rafe said, his teeth gritted as he slammed his phone down on the lounger. Y/n grabbed his discarded t-shirt, quickly throwing it on as Rafe crossed the pool deck to stop in front of his sister.

“What am I doing here? I live here, asshole.” Sarah snapped, spreading her towel out on the concrete. Y/n scoffed before she was even able to stop herself. At the sound, Sarah’s eyes immediately darted to her before narrowing.

“Oh of course she’s here.” Sarah sneered, crossing her arms over her chest. Y/n rolled her eyes before flipping Sarah off.

“Hey,” Rafe said, snapping his fingers to get Sarah’s attention back on him, “you and your dirty fuckin Pogue friends need to get out of here. I’ve got the pool for the day and I’m going to decide who can and can’t be here, a’ight?”

“Who put you in charge?” Sarah scoffed. “Dad leaves for one fuckin’ day and all of a sudden you think you’re in charge of—”

“I am in fuckin’ charge—” Rafe snapped back, taking a step closer to his sister.

“Hey, dude, you need to back off.” John B said, placing a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“Jesus Christ!” Y/n snapped, finally getting up from her lounger and stepping between John B and Rafe as they started shoving at each other. “Cut it out! I wanted one day— one fucking day— to relax and tan and get drunk and you have to interrupt it. I mean seriously, Sarah, you knew we were gonna be here—”

“I did not!” Sarah scoffed.

“You did, don’t act like you’re the victim here.” Y/n sneered, rolling her eyes. She looked past Sarah at Kiara and JJ, floating in the pool alongside Pope and Cleo who watched the siblings arguing with wide eyes. God she hated the Pogues, I mean hated, but she also knew neither of the Cameron siblings were gonna back down from this without a fight and, honestly, she didn’t want to have to deal with that on her day of relaxation.

“But,” y/n pressed a hand to her temple, not even believing the words she was about to say, “I guess we can share.”

“What?!” Rafe scoffed, his voice sharp as John B and Sarah looked at y/n with surprised looks on their faces.

“I’m honestly too tired at this point to give a fuck, Rafe.” Y/n sighed, adjusting her sunglasses. “As long as you’re quiet— and I mean silent— it’s fine.”

“Ok that seems… perfectly reasonable, right Sarah?” John B said, nodding as he looked over at Sarah, who continued to shoot daggers at y/n. “Right, Sarah?”

“Yes. Fine.” Sarah spat. “I’ll be quiet in my pool at my house with my friends so you, who don't even live here by the way, can have a nice day of relaxation, princess.”

“Perfect.” Y/n smiled sweetly. “That wasn’t so hard, now, was it?”

Sarah rolled her eyes once more before turning on her heels to lay down on her beach towel. Rafe ran a hand down his face with a groan before turning to y/n.

“Seriously?” Rafe seethed. “You’re just gonna let them interrupt our day?”

“I’m past the point of giving a fuck, so yes, I am going to let them ‘interrupt’ our day.” Y/n sighed before making her way back to her lounger. She dug through her beach bag, pulling out her vape before settling back into her seat.

“Never thought I’d see the day where you went soft.” Rafe muttered as he sat next to her, a scowl on his face as he watched the Pogues splash around in the water. Y/n chuckled slightly before hitting her vape, inhaling and exhaling deeply as she sank into her previous, comfortable position. She allowed her eyes to close, rolling out her neck and allowing herself to relax.

“Are you gonna take your top off again, y/n?” JJ chirped from the pool, sending y/n’s eyes open. Pope delivered a smack to the back of JJ’s head. Rafe was already scrambling to his feet, swearing as y/n quickly grabbed onto his arm. She dug her fingernails into the skin of his bicep, able to stop him just enough to prevent him from diving into the water. Without a second of hesitation, y/n shucked her top off before jumping into the water… directly on top of JJ.

He let out a yelp as she collided with his body, sending the rest of the pool into a panic as she grappled with JJ. The two of them pushed at each other, attempting to grab at the other and remain above the water. Y/n slapped at his skin, JJ trying to shield himself from the harsh scrapes of her nails as he struggled not to drown in the water, keeping his hands up. Rafe jumped into the water, swimming over to the two of them.

“Get the fuck off of me!” JJ shouted, delivering a shove that allowed him enough space to escape y/n’s flailing arms. “You’re fucking crazy!”

“I’ll show you fuckin’ crazy you Pogue bitch!” Y/n went to jump at JJ again, but Rafe was able to grab her waist just in time, hauling her back towards the edge of the pool. He spun her around, turning her bare chest to face him and holding her firmly against his body.

“Jesus Christ!” Sarah spat, her and John B helping a heaving JJ out of the pool. “Fine, we’ll fucking leave you psychos.”

The rest of the Pogues clamored out of the pool, grabbing their bags and towels. As JJ got to his feet, y/n noticed the fresh scratches adorning his arms and chest.

“What the fuck were you thinking?!” Rafe seethed, looking down at y/n as she looked up at him with a wicked grin. The Pogues rushed out of the backyard of Tanneyhill, their complaints falling on deaf ears as y/n pulled herself out of the pool.

“Well, we’ve got to the pool to ourselves now, do we not?” Y/n giggled before walking back to her lounger with a smirk.

[mintsturniolo]

☆ sweetheart!reader wants biker!chris to act out something she saw on tiktok

|a/n: the next several fics are gonna be dad!chris as requested while i work on mafia chris. feel free to leave any other requests in my inbox as well 🤍✨

You couldn’t help but grin as you looked up at Chris. He was waiting patiently as you worked to set up the camera. You hit the timer and ran over to stand in front of Chris. Once it started recording you turned to him and lifted the visor of his helmet. “Okay… what do you want me to do first?” Chris asked.

You had asked him to make this video after a TikTok had caught your eye and Chris had been more than happy to go along with it. You felt yourself getting nervous about what you were about to ask your boyfriend. “So first is I’m not paying attention,” you explained. “You have to grab my face and make me look at you,” you mumbled, feeling yourself getting more shy.

You felt Chris’s eyes on you as he thought about what you had just said. “So you need me to force you to look at me?” he asked.

You nodded, still avoiding eye contact. “Yeah, like all up in my space. You want my full attention,” you explained, even though it was already obvious what you wanted.

Chris moved closer to you until you were toe to toe. You couldn’t help but smile as he cupped your chin, to make you look up at him. “Like that?” he asked, a teasing look in his eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed. “That was good. You can do that like any time.”

Chris chuckled softly as you wrapped your arms around his waist. After a moment you pulled away to go back to your original position. “He lifted her over his shoulder and walked out of the room,” you stated, referring to a book you’d been reading.

“Over my shoulder huh?” Chris muttered, thinking about how he was going to do act it out.

You nodded eagerly as your boyfriend looked you up and down. You couldn’t help but giggle as Chris lifted you over his shoulder and stepped out of view from the camera. As he set you down, you playfully patted the top of his helmet. He led you back in frame and you felt yourself blush as you thought about the next thing you were going to ask him. “What’s next?” Chris asked, intrigued by your nervousness.

You shyly picked at your nails, the excitement and nervousness taking over you at the same time. “Okay so you’re gonna face that way then you’re gonna turn around and pin me against the wall, putting your hands on both sides of my face.”

Chris raised an eyebrow, clearly interested by what you'd just said. “Pin you against the wall huh?”

You nodded, blushing furiously at the thought. Chris turned his back to you and you did your best to prepare yourself for what was coming. Chris spun around and pinned you up against the wall just as you’d requested, smirking at the look on your face. “Like that?”

“Yeah,” you stuttered, smiling up at him. “Do it again.”

Chris turned away from you again and you watched as he removed his helmet and set it on the floor next to him. You were about to ask him about it when he turned back to you placing one hand on the wall behind you, his other hand under your chin forcing you to look up at him. “Do it again,” you stuttered, your stomach fluttered as Chris leaned forward, leaving a gentle kiss on your lips.

“You like that mamas?” he murmured.

You shifted on your feet as you felt your need for him grow. You had asked and he’d delivered. Chris glanced over at your phone, noticing it had stopped recording. You gasped as Chris easily lifted you over his shoulder again. “Chris,” you squealed as he carried you towards his room.

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[its-nate-the-sharpshot]

Mia runs up to Nate after the Gala finally comes to a conclusion. She had an amazing time despite all of the problems with the FOH protestors, but she finds her boyfriend sitting on the steps as everyone is leaving.

"I don't think I want to do anymore of these charity things." She says, grabbing his hand as she sits next to him. "I take back being excited for all of it."

She leans against his shoulder. "I barely got to do anything with you because my brother is an idiot and now he got himself arrested." Mia sighs heavily. "I thought Dad was going to throw him at one point."

"My family is a mess right now, and I'm okay with being away from them for a bit." It was a hard night. "And I feel awful that I didn't get to do much with you at all."

@forever-in-pain

Nate sighs, glad to have someone sitting with him. He’d been by himself for an hour at least, but didn’t wanna go home until he’d seen Mia

“Hey come on it’s okay…. I don’t mind. Just as long as you’re okay”

He wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to him

“I heard about Jack. Someone leaving said something.”

[serenityluvz]

𝗘𝗻𝗵𝘆𝗽𝗲𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗰𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻: 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝘀 𝗪𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝗕𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗳𝗶𝘁𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗬𝗼𝘂'𝗿𝗲 𝗣𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗻𝗮𝗻𝘁

⋆𐙚₊˚ˢᵉʳᵉⁿⁱᵗʸᴸᵘᵛᶻ

Jay – "We’ll figure this out together, okay?"

Jay is shocked, but he pulls himself together fast. He might not have planned for this, but once he hears the news, he’s already thinking of solutions. There’s no hesitation—he’ll take responsibility, no matter what it means for your relationship. You’re trembling, barely able to meet his gaze. "Jay… I’m pregnant." He freezes, staring at you in disbelief. But after a moment, he exhales, running a hand through his hair. "Okay," he says, voice steady. "I mean—this is huge. But I’m not running away from it. We’ll handle this together." His eyes search yours, waiting for your reaction. If you’re scared, he’ll be there—no matter what happens between you both, he won’t abandon you.

Jake – "It’s my baby, too. I won’t let you go through this alone."

Jake’s first reaction is pure shock, but once reality sets in? He steps up. He might be terrified, but the thought of you doing this alone is worse. If you’re unsure about what to do, he’s ready to support whatever decision you make. "You’re… pregnant?" Jake repeats, blinking rapidly. You nod, looking away. You expect panic, maybe even rejection—but instead, he reaches for your hand, squeezing it gently. "I know we weren’t planning this," he says softly, "but I don’t care. If you want to keep it, I’m all in." His voice is firm—because the last thing he’ll ever do is walk away from you.

Heeseung – "…Guess I’m gonna be a dad, huh?"

Heeseung is silent at first, just staring at you like his brain short-circuited. He’s scared, but not because he doesn’t want this—he just doesn’t know if you do. Once he gets over the initial shock, he sighs, rubbing his face before finally looking at you. "Are you serious?" he asks, voice tight. You nod, gripping your sleeves. Heeseung exhales, running a hand through his hair before looking at you again—this time, his expression softer. "Alright," he finally says. "Tell me what you need from me. Whatever it is, I got you." Heeseung might not have seen this coming, but he’s not the type to walk away.

Sunghoon – "Shit… What do you want to do?"

Sunghoon panics. He’s not mad—just overwhelmed. He’s the type to need time to process things before giving you an answer, but the moment he sees how nervous you are, he forces himself to man up. He’s pacing, running a hand through his hair as he mutters curses under his breath. "This wasn’t supposed to happen," he says, voice shaking slightly. You feel your heart sink, but before you can respond, he stops pacing, turning to face you. "But… it did," he sighs. "And I need to stop being a coward about it. What do you want? I’ll do whatever it takes." It’s clear he’s scared, but he refuses to make you go through this alone.

Jungwon – "…I need a second."

Jungwon is young, and this kind of responsibility terrifies him. He’s responsible, sure, but this is big. He needs time to process it before giving you an answer—but one thing is clear: he won’t abandon you. "Jungwon, I’m pregnant." Silence. His eyes widen slightly, his throat bobbing as he swallows hard. He opens his mouth, then closes it again, rubbing his temples. "I just… need a second," he mutters, his voice strained. It takes a while for him to fully process, but when he finally speaks, his voice is softer. "I don’t know what happens next, but I’m not leaving you. I just… need to figure this out." It won’t be easy, but he’ll try.

Sunoo – "You’re… joking, right?"

Sunoo freaks out. Not because he’s a bad person, but because this is so much to take in. He’s the type to laugh nervously, not knowing how to react, before reality slams into him like a truck. "No way," he blurts out, staring at you in disbelief. "This isn’t real, right?" When you don’t respond, his breath catches. "Oh my God," he whispers, sinking onto the couch. His face is buried in his hands, and for a moment, he’s completely silent. It takes a while for him to come to terms with it, but in the end, he sighs, looking at you with serious eyes. "I don’t know what I’m doing," he admits. "But I swear, I won’t let you deal with this alone." He may be scared, but he cares—and that’s enough for him to start trying.

Ni-ki – "…No way. This isn’t happening."

Ni-ki completely shuts down. He’s young, reckless, and the last thing he expected was to deal with something this serious. His first reaction? Denial. His second reaction? Panic. He doesn’t know how to handle it, and it terrifies him. "I’m pregnant." Ni-ki stares at you, his body stiff. Then, he laughs—a nervous, disbelieving chuckle. "No. You’re messing with me, right?" he says, voice tight. "This can’t be real." When he sees your serious expression, his stomach drops. He doesn’t run, but he does shut down emotionally for a while. It takes time before he’s able to talk about it seriously, and even longer before he figures out what to do. But in the end? He won’t leave. He just needs time.

[hesvenus]

My queer evolution boils down to going from "I want a husband!" as a child, to "I want a wife!" as a teen, to "I want to be the husband." as an adult.

[pickled-flowers]

Saw some of the grossest parenting today in the bus

[unrulylarry]

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[zonotrichia-albicollis]

Giant personal vent time

This guy stole somewhere between 3 to 6 MILLION dollars from my grandmother by conning my great aunt into signing over her estate and medical & financial power of attorney to him literally on her death bed

I and my aunt have been working basically a whole second job the last 3 months trying to get together a legal case to go after this guy. And now my grandma wants to drop it. And no one else has standing so what the fuck can we do.

This man has absolutely done this to other ppl before, there is no doubt in my mind. I’ve seen his property records for just what’s publicly available in my county and it’s sketchy as hell. I am never going to get over this but there’s nothing I can do.

Gonna put like a million more thoughts in the tags because I’m losing my fucking mind.