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vinetae · 2 years ago

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Y/n as a young babysitter of jimin's son where jimin is recently divorced. Y/n is a tease yet acts oblivious and jimin is obsessed with tiddies just like the child but for different reasons. Just porn with a little bit of plot.

Okay soooo this went in a WHOLE different direction buuuuut still has some really breast obsessed and smutty scenes!!!! My darn brain went- BUt wait. what if!-

IT HAD-

A PLOT???!!

I hope you enjoy it <;33

P.S: The app thing isn't accurate but hey we ain't here for the plot, ight?

Those two sentences (Red and yellow) at the top are the two sides of my brain talking to each other.

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Pairings: Single Dad!Jimin x Babysitter!Reader

Genre: Single dad!AU, Babysitter!AU, Angst, Smut, !!Age gap!!

Word Count: ??

Summary: Uhhh you already knowwww

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"Are you sure this is the right place, Yoon-mi? You glance up towards the apartment numbers nailed to the door.

'225'

You had been needing some extra cash every since you'd been laid off by your boss because you refused to sleep with him. Mr. Choi had always been a sleezy perv, it just took one last final time for you to walk away from it all. Only then, had you realized that number one; You had no more income for money.

Number 2; Rent was due.

Your friend Youn-mi had told you about this amazing babysitting service for you adults trying to earn some big cash. At first you'd been a little heistant. You'd always been around kids your whole life, so although you were amazing with them and they loved you, you had hoped to get away from them in your adult years.

Only that had not been the case.

It only took a few clicks of a button to set up your profile. Then, you'd been getting gigs left and right. Mom of 4 wanting a babysitter so she could go on vacation? Pass. Four is too much. Grandpa and grandma wanting a night out? Sure. Shit, someone already signed it. You'd scrolled for hours trying to find the right job to set up and sign. Just as you were about to uninstall the app seeming as it was a waste of time, a notification popped up on the screen. You slide down to check out the details.

Name: Park Jimin.

Child(ren): Park Ji-woo.

Date for day: December 13th.

You shrug, clicking on the messaging icon before another notification popped up.

Message from: PJMin

Details

You click on the message.

From: PJMin

Hello, I've reccently seen your profile and I'm very impressed! Would you mind if I asked you a few more questions, though?

You smile just a bit at the situation.

How ironic.

To: PJMin

Hi, thank you for your consideration! Ask away.

A few minutes later, your phone goes off.

From: PJMin

No problem. Actually, you logged on just in time. I've been needing a sitter for this weekend, and I loved your profile. So it says that you're 22, right?

You don't see how your age is that big of a deal, but you decide to just go along with it. Deciding to change the coversation a bit so it doesn't sound like a dating app instead.

To: PJMin

Yes. My mother ran a daycare just a few blocks from my house, so it's probably safe to say that I grew up there. She shut down when I turned 17 and now I'm here.

From: PJMin

Trying to live out your glory days, right? Haha

You chuckle at his response. Eh, not really.. But rent was more important than being right for now..

To: PJMin

Haha, I guess you could say that. So how old are your kids?

From: PJMin

Kid. I have a 5 year old son. Something came up at work this weekend and I'm in desperate need of a sitter. When I saw your profile, I knew you'd be a perfect match. So, the big question;

You pause, tilting your head as you await his response. A few seconds go by until he continues.

From: PJMin

How well do you like Thomas The Train?

One thing led to another and now you're standing outside his apartment door. Yoon-mi being on the other side of the phone.

"Of course it's the right one, girl! And I know you'll do great with this. You were practically made for kids!" You roll your eyes at her exatreation. The one thing you didn't want to associate yourself with anymore is now the center of your income.

"Alright, I'll talk to you later." She waves goodbye before your press the red button, closing the app as you ring the doorbell.

A few minutes go by until you can hear something on the other side. Soon, the door opens to reveal a tall figure. The white collar of his button-down shirt sticks straight up as a loose blue tie fits snug around the base of his neck. He's trying to invite you in while in the midst of looping his tie in place.

"Ah! You must be Y/n. Sorry about the wait." You flash your best employee of the month smile while making your way inside of the doorframe. Your eyes scan the lavish room. Cream colored walls stand tall adorning the white marble-tiled flooring. The contrasting dark sofa and lounge chair tucked in the corner had looked like it cost more than your whole apartment. The woven light fixtures dangle from the sunken LED-striped ceiling. The tone set to a tan-ish hue. Your eyes reach back to the man as a young child wraps his whole body around the man's leg.

"Ah, Ji-woo. I told you not to do that in front of people-" The man reaches down slinging the child up into his arms as the young boy's set into a fit of giggles. The smile mirroring his father's. How adorable. They looked like the perfect pair.

"I'm sorry- He's not usually this clingy." He holds out his free hand to offer a shake. You nod, reaching to meet his. You study the child's and his features as he shifts the boy in his arms. "You're Mr. Park, I assume?" You ask, hoping that this is the right apartment still. He flashes you a kind smile.

"Yes, but you can just call me Jimin." You nod, watching as his chocolate eyes light up at the sight of his smiling child. He swings the child around before dipping him down, mimicking a dropping gesture, sending them both into a fit of giggles. His eyes land back to yours.

"Thank You for doing this on such a short notice. I know some sitters on that app have to have at least a week in advance." You smile. "No problem. I really had nothing to do anyways. My boss kinda laid me off this week.."

Shit, why are you sharing such personal information already?!?! Stupid! You barely know him!! He probably thinks you're some stupid sappy story now- will he fire me?

His expression switches to a concered look. "I'm sorry.. But hey, if you do well I might hire you for full-time." He smiles before handing Ji-woo to you. He immidiently clings to you, before burying his face into the crease of your breasts. Mr. Park's quick to react, scolding his child.

"Hey! Ji-woo- What'd I tell you about doing that to girls??" He reaches forward to stop his child's naughty antics. You chuckle at his cute expression.

Ji-woo's..

Not Mr. Park's.

Ji-woo sits up clinging onto you ever more as to not be picked up by his father again. "No!" He wraps his chubby arms tightly around your neck before sticking his tongue out at his father.

"Ugh, I'm so sorry.." Jimin reaches behind him, scratching the nape of his neck awkwardly. He's always been obsessed with.. uh.." You look down the back up to see Jimin's face tint with a light pink hue.

"Breasts?" You finish his sentence. He chuckles, a nervous tone clear in his chest. "Like father like son I guess.." You hear him mumble the last part, which makes it your turn to turn cherry red. After a few minutes of Jimin explaining all of Ji-woo's favorite things and allergies, it had been time for him to leave.

You both are standing by the door. You with Ji-woo wrapped around your small figure as Jimin's sliding his jacket over his shoulders. He grabs the keys before giving Ji-woo a peck on his cheek.

"You're welcome to anything in the fridge. His bedtime's 8:00 o'clock so I'd prefer if he didn't watch any cartoons at least an hour and a half before bed." You nod as gives Ji-woo one last look before he sighs.

"It's my first time leaving him alone like this.." You flash him an assuring smile.

"Don't worry sir, he's in great hands, I promise." A smirk tugs his lips at that sentence. His eyes no longer having any hint of sadness or worry. Instead, it's swirling with something else..

"Sir?" His steps close distance between the two of you. Ji-woo had gotten down long ago to go and play with his toys in the corner. Your hand had been on the door's edge as his tone is hushed and whispered.

"We'll have to work on that."

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It was now time for Ji-woo's dinner. You'd decided to go with some easy gimbap rolls cut into little bite-sized pieces as to not be a choking hazard. The television had been streaming in the background, as you placed the last requirement of items down onto the dinning room table.

"Ji-woo, time for dinner!" You call out, scooting your chair until you're snug tucked into the table. A few minutes go by as Ji-woo walks into the dinning room. You flash him a teasing smile.

"Did you wash your hands, mister?" He smiles before nodding his head sharply.

"Yes!" You reach out to feel his cold hands bringing them up to take a whiff. Once you smelled the scent of vanilla and lavander, you help him into his booster seat. The apartment is quiet, as you both are enjoying a nice dinner together.

Only now could you see the resembelance between his father and him. The high bridge nose, the dark chocolate eyes, only Jimin's hair had been lightened a bit to match his irises.

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Once it had been bedtime, Ji-woo helped you pick up his toys in the living room and his room before you'd decided that he had earned a bit of screen time before it was time to sleep. He walks into the living room, dragging a thomas the choo-choo train blanket behind him. He hops onto the couch before scooting over to lay his head in your lap.

"I like you, Y/n." You smile, caressing the crown of his jet-black hair. Brushing the cutely cut bangs out of his eyes, his eyelids start to flutter from sleepiness.

"You do? Well I have a secret to tell you~" You lean down to whisper in his ear, as he shoots up with widened eyes.

"What secret??" He bounces on your lap with anticipation. You giggle, trying to settle him down.

"Shhh, it's a REALLY big secret. Do you think you can keep it?" He nods profusely before clasping his hands together, beginning to beg.

"Pleeeeaaaseee! I keep it! Tell me tell me tell me!!"

"Okay okay-" You lower your tone and head, whispering into his ear.

"I like you too." He smiles before tackling you, wrapping his whole upper body around your neck. The force would've made you stumble backwards if you hadn't been leaned against the couch. Once the energy is quiet again, Ji-woo replies while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"You're nicer than mommy.." Your eyebrows knit together in pain at his words. What had his mother done for him to say this?

He nuzzles his face into the crease of your chest before pulling his thumb into his mouth to suck on it.

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Once you'd settled Ji-woo into his racecar bed, you'd quietly made your way out of the room and began cleaning. First the kitchen, then the living room. Well, there hadn't been really anything to clean. This guy kept his place almost spotless..

You're almost finished with the last few dishes you'd been hand washing, until the beep of the front-door unlocking sounds through the complex. Jimin grudgingly walks into, sighing as he kicks his shoes to the side before removing his jacket, along with loosening his tie. He begins unbuttoning the clasps of his white collar shirt before noticing your presence.

"Oh shi- sorry.." He walks back over, fixing himself so that he's decent once more. You stay silent, resuming washing the dishes. He takes in a deep breath, settling down onto the chair that faces you. The tick of the clock echoes through the room, as you finish up the dishes. You turn back around before placing a small steaming cauldron in front of him. He looks up to meet your eyes, as you flash him a warm smile.

"And you cook too?" You chuckle, before joining him on the parallel barstool next to his.

"Just a little. I thought you'd might wanna eat something after work.." He smiles, blowing on the hoot spoonful before taking a bite.

His eyes light up at the delicious flavor.

"This tastes amazing. Thank You" He takes another bite, quietly letting a few moans slip out on the way.

"It's been so long since I've had real cooking.." He sighs, tilting the cauldron to the side to sip every last drop.

"Usually-" He places the bowl back down as he leans over the counter, setting it down into the sink.

"Usually I just order take-out either here or at the office." You smile, tilting your head to the side, admiring his exausted look. Barely noticeable eyebags slip droop under his eyes, as his cheeks turn rosy red from the spice of the soup. His straight, thick eyebrows curve into a mysterious shape. His eyes-

Staring straight into yours.

You stutter, looking anywhere but him now.

"I-.. Sorry." Out of the corner of your eye, you can see a small smirk tugs his lips.

"Sorry for what?" He leans his face closer to yours, trying to get you to look at him again.

"Look at me, Y/n." Your eyes shift around the room. To the fridge that had been decorated with many arts and crafts from Ji-woo's early years. Over to the couch, onto the blank TV-

"Look. At me, Y/n." His finger lifts, tilting your chin until your eyes set dead on his. Your heart felt like it was going a million miles an hour. You knew he'd been very handsome from the beginning but this sight right now- His shirt halfway unbuttoned, giving you a sneak peak down the lines of his chest..

His tie falling loosely around the base of his neck.. His chocolate darkened irises burning into the center of yours.. His hair slicked back from sweat from a hard work day...

But you also noticed something else.

On his left hand, a shiny silver band wrapped perfectly around his third finger.

He knew where your mind had gone to. He wanted to make sure you knew what had happened.

He sighs, leaning back to sit up. "I'm divorced." He reaches over the counter, grabbing a random beer from it's hiding corner. He cracks open the top, taking a sip from the tip.

"I'm sorry.." You can only respond with. He reaches over before sliding you a can yourself. You take the canister, not wanting to seem rude, but just toy with the cold can instead. He continues.

"Don't be. She was a horrible person from the start." He takes another sip before slamming the beer can down, sighing. He turns to look at you, shifting in his seat.

"She was never a good mother to Ji-woo anyways." He chuckles, a sad tone crossing his voice.

"You know she left Ji-woo here all by himself, just to go catch the new deals at Balenciaga? He was only six months old.." Your mouth drops open at his confession. He scoffs at your expression.

"Exactly. She was and still is a bitch. And that's not even the half of it.." Your eyebrows knit together in concern, as your hand unconsciously comes to rub at his left shoulder.

"I'm really sorry.." He sighs, leaning into your touch. Your fingers trail along the broadness of his shoulder before stopping at his bicep. The thick muscle protrudes through the thin material of his white button up that has the corner of your lips drooling.

His eyes, bare into yours as you watch a few tears slip from his ducts. The corner of his lip quivers at all that he'd been supressing for weeks on end. Ever since the divorce, he's never really had time to actually process the whole thing in the first place. He'd barely been able to cry himself to sleep at night becuase Ji-woo had wanted to sleep in his bed ever since the huge fight between him and Ji-soo.

Your eyes wander over his towering frame. As your hand runs gently across his heated skin, each muscle in his body tense at your touch. With each passing second, his lips inch closer to the pad of yours.

His veiny hand comes to grace your cheek softly. His fiery touch torches each square inch of your skin. The burn taunts you. The plush of his bottom lip drags across your right cheek lightly, feeling the way his straight cut teeth bare a slight poke to your heated flesh. His free hand comes to rest on the round of your knee. The hot stream of breath brushes past your cheek, rolling onto the shell of your ear.

"I.." You whine as the digits of his fingers dance up the plains of your thighs, resting on your cupped heat. Your breath hitches in pitch.

"B-Bad.." You whine, as he groans at the sound.

"Mmm, bad indeed." He smirks as butterfly-like kisses are pressed to the side of your cheek, trailing down your sharp jawline.

"N-No.. Mr. Park this-" He teases the hem of your jeans, toying with the button that held the fabric together. His chest rumbles as a deep groan emits.

"Mmm, makes it sound like I'm your boss." He chuckles as his lips press deep kisses down the line of your throat.

"Ji-Ji-woo.." He grumbles at the name, hugging your body closer to his, as if you're sitting on his lap.

"Mmm, no baby. Jimin~"

You finally gather the strength to push him away, as your eyes flash towards Ji-woo standing in the doorway, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Appa.." Jimin's neck whips to the side as he imidiently pulls away from you, walking over to pick up Ji-woo in his arms. His eyes switch from yours to his son's.

"Come on, buddy. Let's get you back to bed." You watch as Jimin walks back into his son's room to tuck him in for goodnight.

A few minutes later, Jimin returns. He takes a glance around the room, noticing your lack of presence. A frown creeps his face.

"And you did WHAT with him??" Youn-mi questions while slamming down her shot glass. You take in a breath, watching the bubbles in your coke slowly dissapear. "We didn't even do anything. It's just- well there was this thing.. and then he.." She drunkingly smiles, slurring her words around while taking back another swig.

"Then you fucked, right?? oh PLEASE tell me you fucked!!" Your cheeks go red at her choice of words. You had reccived quite a few stares from bypassers from the level of her voice.

"No, we didn't." You swirl the end of your straw around your once chilled glass of soda. The bubbles dying down with their fizzling.

"We just- ugh, it's complicated!" She just laughs, leaning into your shoulder drunkenly.

"Girrrrl. Gimmie that phone!" She reaches into your bag, while you're laughing, trying to deflect her attacks.

"Ahah!" She smirks, easily typing in your passcode before swiping over the app she'd been more familiar with than you. She found his profile in seconds.

"HOLY FUCKING SHIT, GIRL!! I would PAY to suck his dick!" You instantly snatch your phone, snapping at her with reddened cheeks.

"Yah! Remind me to change my passcode. I don't need you sniffing through my phone so easily anyways." Her mouth falls open as she oogles at her imagination.

"Y/nnn if you don't take that gig, I will!" You sigh, sliding your phone back into your purse before taking another sip of your now room-temp drink.

"I don't knowww. I feel like it's going to be weird if I go again.. He probably won't even ask-"

"There!" She chimes, before flashing you something she'd sent. You squint, reading the text out loud.

To: PJMin

Heyyy so I'm like UBER sorry about earlier and shit but if you're still DTF LMK 😉😉😉

"Youn-mi!!!" You yell at her, as she quickly dodges your attacks. "I'm gonna KILL YOU!!" She laughs trying to fight you off.

"Y/n if you hadn't fucked with him I would kill YOU!" You roll your eyes, trying to take the device from her hands. A you're still fighting tooth and nail trying grab your phone back from her grip so you can delete that god-forsaken text, your phone pings mid-fight. Your eyes both widen in sync as she shields you from looking at the screen, reading it out loud.

"Y/n? This doesn't seem like you. Are you DRUNK??? AHHAHA OMG HE'S WORRIED ABOUT YOU!!" Your eyes roll the back of your head.

You wished the world would swallow you whole.

"Youn-mi stop it! I'll loose my job because of you!!" Another ping.

This time, she turns the phone to you. You can't help but look down, as your eyes blow wide at the content. You read back of what Youn-mi had sent prior.

From: PJMin

Y/n, I'm serious. Do you have anybody that can take you home?

To: PJMin

You're more than welcome to 😉

From: PJMin

I'm putting Ji-woo to bed. Where are you?

Youn-mi giggles like a 13 year old girl talking about her middle school crush. She balls her hands up while swaying back and forth, singing an off-tune song. "Y/n's gettin rich dick, Y/n is get-ting rich dickk" You hit her shoulder as she laughs. "Ow!"

You never should've gone out with Youn-mi tonight. You practically had to call Jimin to explain that it was just your friend teasing you, and that he didn't need to waste time or gas for her stupid antics.

You were more than just embrassed to show your face today. Once he knew that you weren't drunk off your ass, he texted asking if you were free the next day. His mom had planned to watch Ji-woo while he went out to sign somethings, but she had forgotten about her last minute dentist appointment. And on such short notice, you were the only one he could think of that would feel safe with watching his son.

Trust me, he was just as nervous.

Flashes from a few nights ago keep filling his mind. He never should've crossed that line for numberous of reasons. Yet,

He somehow still can't get you out of his mind.

"And this one is what color, Ji Ji?" Jimin coos as he sits with his son cross in his lap, holding out some blocks in front of them both. He bounces Ji-woo on his leg gently, as he flashes his father a 1,000-watt smile.

"Blue!" Jimin grins, rubbing the crown of his head, kissing his chubby cheek.

"My smart little man." As Jimin picks up the next colored block, the doorbell rings.

"Ooo, looks like someone's here~" He lifts Ji-woo up, carrying them both to the front door. His eyes land on your own. However his gaze is set on an entirely different category of you.

I.e the black tights that hugged your legs like he wished would suffocate him. A huge puffed scarf coiled around your neck like how he would wrap his own hands around your neck, taking your breath away. literally.

The white button-up blouse you'd decided to pair with your color pencil skirt left his mind racing to the most lewd and unspeakable things. Yet, he keeps his calm demeanor. That's the thing about working in corperate.

Number one rule: Never let them know how you're really feeling.

"Y/n!" Ji-woo yells as he tries to reach out to latch onto you. Jimin watches as your bright and beautiful smile matches his son's, as you too reach out to hold him in your arms. Jimin internally melts at the simple gesture.

"Ji-woo! How's it been hanging, man??" You twirl Ji-woo around the little platform made for outdoor shoes, as Jimin just stands back watching the cute interaction.

"I missed you, bud! We're gonna have soooo much fun, isn't that right?" Ji-woo giggles at your tone as he rests his head on your chest. Once the fun's calmed down, Jimin watches as you finally take notice of him.

"Uhm.. Hi."

He flashes you a professional smile, which is actually breaking his heart to only do. If it was up to him, he'd have you against the navy blue and charcoal walls of his apartment already.

"You're a bit early." He comments, watching as you slide your shoes off to the side before closing the door behind you.

"Yeah. Sorry about that. Darn traffic was terrific." You giggle, before walking over to set Ji-woo down in his booster chair. Jimin joins the two of you, watching as you begin making his breakfast without missing a beat. "If I didn't know any better I'd say you're trying to make Ji-woo like you more than me" He watches as your nose scrunches with your laugh.

"Whaat? Noo." It had all been fun and games until Jimin caught a glimpse of your cleavage when you had bent over, looking for a bowl to start breakfast with. The back of his throat goes dry at the sight. Ji-woo's smile burns a thousand suns while looking at his dad until he noticed something.

"Appa, phone." the young boy points to his father's.. lower area, as Jimin quickly clears his throat.

"Ah okaaay. Ji-woo, why don't you go clean up the blocks in your room?" He frowns, pouting at the mundane chore he obviously didn't want to do right now. "But I wanna stay with Y/n-ma." You chuckle at the name.

"What's with the Ma?" Ji-woo flashes you a grin.

"I like the word ma. It's pretty like Y/nnie." Jimin watches as the simple compliment makes your cheeks go more red than a cherry tomato.

"Go clean buddy. You'll spend all day with her later." Ji-woo huffs before sliding out of his chair, walking to his room. You glance up to Jimin through thick eyelashes, silently giggling to yourself at Ji-woo's previous comment.

"Didn't know people keep their phones in the front pocket, nowadays. What is it, like a trend? The back's not good enough anymore?" You tease, as you crack as egg into the skillet. He chuckles rising from his seat as he reaches from behind you to grab something off the counter. You could feel the prominent outline of what Ji-woo had pointed out earlier, rearing itself barely into your ass.

"Dunno, but.." He leans forward, the breath that falls from his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

"I prefer the back."

You quickly turn around, seeing as you're now trapped between his arms. both of his muscular and veiny limbs trap you in an embrace you're not sure you absolutely wanna leave. His head dips forward, as his gaze silently commands you to keep your eyes on him.

"So.." He starts. His breath dancing along the outer lines of your lips before dissipating into thin air.

"What was up with last night?" He questions, watching as your eyes flick back and forth, not sure what to focus on.

"My friend took my phone."

"No passcode?"

"Passcode. But she knew it."

"Then might wanna change it."

"uhuh.." Your eyes peek down to travel the gentle dips of his abdomine that the tease of his hem-ed shirt had been allowing you. You hear the same cocky laugh as you had a few nights before.

"Like what you see, baby?"

You couldn't help but moan at the simple pet name. Everything had just been too overwhelming for your sense to keep up.

And what happens when a fortress's walls get torn down?

Infiltration begins.

It felt as if you were a hot air balloon. Each of his words only fueling the fire that makes the object rise higher and higher until it feels as if the person is on cloud 9.

His hands curve around your waist to pull you closer. Your bodies flush against one anothers as breth pattern begin to mix to form one beautiful, and dangerous taste.

"Why don't I just take you on this counter right here baby. Bend you over and fill you up until your every breath," His finger slips into the tight elastic of your waistband, finding your immidiently. You gasp at the sudden movement.

"Every word," His lips suck on the skin that sits right behind your ear, licking and tugging at the lobe while his fingers dance between your slick folds.

"Every sound you make belongs to me." His hand comes up to cup over your mouth, as if he knew exactly when you were going to, and just in the nick of time. He coos, thumbing over the plump of your lip, dipping the tip past your lips before forcing his thumb down on the flat of your tongue. You moan, as his smirk widens.

"How 'bout I just stay home today, hmm? My mom can come by and pick him up." Your eyes flutter then flick wide open. You twist your body, as your sudden movements stop his own.

"What'd you just say?" He tilts his head at your question. A smile still presses his lips.

"What?"

"You told me that your mom had a dentist appointment."

Shit.

He laughs it off, leaning back into your arms, trying to re-ingnite the once burning fire. Your hands are quick to pull them from inside your underwear, pushing him back a bit as he stumbles.

"Y/n I-"

Your eyes now burn with something other than the once intoxicating lust.

"You lied to me."

His eyes go wide. "No- No! I didn't I-" You walk forwards, backing him into the corner.

"You said your mother had an appointment."

"She did but-"

"You said she couldn't watch Ji-woo, and that you had nobody else you trusted!"

"Y/n please I-"

He glances down, seeing that he's trapped between you and the counter's edge.

"Just calm down-"

You scoff at the realization. "I'm outta here." You storm off to grab your bag as he follows quickly behind. "Y/n, wait!" You turn to face him, anger firing away.

"I ain't your teenage wet dream of fucking your babysitter, Jimin! I came here to watch kids and get paid. Not fuck their dads like some kind of whore!"

He reaches out, trying to calm your raging tone.

"You're not a whore, Y/n and I've never thought of you as one! This is NOT how I planned this, alright? It just kinda- happened! and it's not like you didn't need the money" You groan at his sad attempts.

"Money?! I'm not some kinda charity case for you to guilt into sleeping with after you hand out a few -might I add- HARD EARNED dollars!"

His hand wraps around your wrist, pulling you away from the door. His eyes burning with the same intense look as yours, just on different sides of the spectrum. He speaks again. This time, his tone is quiet and calm. Much like one he'd used for when being disappointed in his child.

Only in this case, he's disappointed in himself.

"I fucked this up, I really did. I never meant for you to feel like some sort of sex worker when all you've done is care for Ji-woo with the upmost love and affection." You can see tears welling up in the ducts of his eyes. A few already on their way out of slipping.

"And I'm so thankful for that.. I'm the asshole and I only thought with my dick and there's no presentation in the world that can show how sorry I am for that.." You stop resisting so much, finally allowing the steam to settle off from your skin as he continues.

"My ex-wife really fucked me up and I know that's no excuse but- I just.. She had always been attacking me. Whether physically or mentally, with each day she took a piece of me with her and crushed it right before my eyes. So yes, I act like a dickhead because that's how I gaurd myself. So fucked up, right? Protect myself with sex and being a dickwad. But that first night when you cooked dinner for me.. it brought out a side I tried for months to hide. You.."

He leans in closer, as his once tightened grip on your wrist comes to take your hand loveingly in his. "You made me feel something I hadn't felt in such a long time.." He brings his hands up, kissing one knuckle on bot.

h of your hands.

"I just- wanted to show you how much your small gestures mean to me.." You scoff softly at his words, not fully believing it.

"I only cooked for you once. Are you that much of a simp?" He smiles, pressing his forehead to yours as his tone lowers.

"Maybe seeing you actually being nice to my child had something to do with all of it too.." Your eyes rolls back playfully.

"Yeah? How so?" A smirk tugs the corner of his lip, as his cheek brushes against the side of yours. His hushed whisper and hot breaths rolling down the shell of your ear sent chills up your spine.

"Would it be wrong of me to admit that after you leave I have to go relieve myself in the bathroom because of the things you wear..?" Your bodies flush together, slowly backing up into the wall next to his front door entrance. Your steps in sync as his hips press into yours, leaving a small gasp to roll from your lips before his own swallow it whole.

"Relieve? Such a gentleman-y word. Can't just say jerk like every other man?" His smirk beams into your own. The tension in the room slowly transforming into lust.

"We both know," He leans to brush the skin of your ear before lightly pulling the flesh through his teeth.

"I'm not like every other man."

Your lips barely brush his own as the alarm set on his watch starts blaring. His eyes bare into yours, before backing away, silently cursing at the slip of time.

"Shit.." He looks up, seeing as Ji-woo had crossed the lving room to sit at the table, patiently waiting his food. Your expression quickly changes from sultry to sweet.

"Well, have a good day at work," You turn back around, sending him a cheeky grin before winking.

"Mr. Park."

6:00PM. What was the hold up? Jimin promised that he'd be back no later than 4. His mom actually had stopped by earlier and picked Ji-woo up for an afternoon picnic, so now you're just stuck at his apartment, cleaning up the mess you and Ji-woo had made that morning.

On your knees, you reach over to grab, throwing the stuffed animals and dinosaurs into the plastic bucket before starting on another one. You sigh, sitting up on your knees, taking a break from the back-throwing task. Your eyes finally can take a look around his apartment details. The beautiful art pieces sat flat against the tall, extending walls of the living area. The black sectional rimmed with golden tabs adorned the Teak finished flooring. Everything about this place screamed money.

Something your apartment could ever even dream of.

You stand to your feet, making your way around to take a few good looks.

The hallway had a similar design in colors and themes, with navy blue and charcoal gray walls standing around 10 feet tall, outlining the beautiful home. You look to the mahogany side table, noticing a few pictures placed carefully on top.

Him holding what you could only assume was Ji-woo. His 1,000-watt smile beamed so brightly that you could feel the warmth just from a few colors and shapes on a piece of paper.

The next had been trimmed with a thin gold outline; Him hold his 3-year old son upside down while standing on a beautiful, white-sanded beach, The sun setting perfectly behind the horizon, bidding their wonderful trip a goodnight for now.

You could feel the tears starting to well in your eyes.

Your parents could never really afford fancy trips like that. You only really ever got to leave the city when your dad had to make distant deliveries. He owned a small corner shop for small pastries and sweets. When mom had found out about the loans he'd hidden from her all those years, they had been around something like 200,000 dollars in debt. The only reason you know that guestimate? You heard your mother constantly ridicule and fight over it many nights when they thought you had been sleeping. Soon, she had enough and your parents divorced. She's now married to a guy named Dan and lives in Michigan somewhere.

Your tears finally slip when you see the last framed picture.

His wedding day.

She had looked beautiful.

She looked perfect.

How could you compare?

He looked 100 times happier looking at her than he did you..

You're so stupid.

This was all so stupid.

His eyes creased, disapearing completely as he had dipped her low. Her arms wrapped around his neck tightly.

They looked like the perfect couple.

The perfect family.

You look closer, seeing fancy jewerly adorning her neck and hands. In her hair, a golden clip-pin with flower petals and diamonds. Her wrist had a gorgeous golden small chained accessory that looked like it costed more than your entire apartment including the furniture. Her skin was like a doll's. Not an imperfection in sight. The smile they both shared had looked wider than anything you've ever shown.

Your heart breaks at another picture posted up on the gray wall.

He's bent down in the tall, green grass; kissing her rounded belly. Her white dress flows perfectly in the wind, while the flower crown had lost just enough petals to the strong breeze to look like a spring paradise.

Suddenly, you felt digusting. The mirror hanging right infront of you made it even harder to look at yourself. Your pinned up greasy hair had fallen back slightly, making you look 50 years older. Your reddened and scarred face had too many bumps to count at this point. Your forehead look oily and some of your teeth were crooked. You force a smile, only to feel twice as worse. Your eyes switch back and forth between his ex-wife and your reflection.

You felt angry.

Broken.

Digusted.

How were people born with perfect looks?? How do they automatically have perfect, straight white teeth and an updo fit for a majesty herself!

You let the anger take over, lifting the picture frame up before watching it smash into a million pieces on the hardwood floor. Your breath is ragged, as you fall to the floor.

You couldn't stand looking at her smug face anymore. Her perfect teeth and smooth, silky hair. Her beautiful smile that could make any man fall to his knees. She could have anyone under her control just by a simple grin.

And you hated that.

Jimin watches as the clock strikes 7PM.

finally.

He makes quick haste in packing up his things before walking out of the office.

The familiar chime of the front door sounds as he clicks it shut, sliding off the uncomfortableness of his loafers. He sets the briefcase on his side bench, walking in to see his living room spotless. He walks around, trying to find any sign that you had still been here. He stops as a small glass shard pierces the sole of his foot. He groans lifting his foot to remove the shard. "What the.." His seeing your body plopped on the floor with about a million similar shards surrounding your sulking figure. He reach down, lifting the broken picture to see what had gotten you so upset.

His wedding pictures.

"I'm sorry.." He hears you soft cries, immidiently putting the frame down to level himself with you. "Not a big fan of weddings, I assume?" He teases, trying to see your adorable smile which he loved so much.

To his disappointment, you only had just repeated 'sorry' about a million times.

"I'll clean it up.." You reach for the shards before he grabs your wrists, in making sure you don't injure yourself.

"What happened, Y/n?" He asks, tilting his head down to try to catch your attention. His thumb and index reach out to lift your chin, gently making your soaked and red eyes to meet his. "What happened, sweetheart?"

"I broke something.." You act like a child getting scolded by her parents. Your speech being heavily impaired by all of your sudden emotions. You weren't one to cry or breakdown like this. Hell, when you lost your job about a month ago, you barely shed a tear. You just pushed through and buried your feelings.

'I'll deal with it later' was your mantra.

He chuckles, giving you a soft, caring look. "I see that."

"So why'd you break it?" You sniff, trying to calm your staggered breaths. "B-Because.." The inside of his palm comes to caress the heated red flush of your cheek, thumbing over the space under your eyes to dry. "Why can't you just work it out with her..?" He's taken back by the sudden request. He chuckles, thinking it's some kind of slight joke but when he sees the burning tears soaking your cheeks, he knows you mean business.

"Some people aren't supposed to be together, Y/n.." You scoff at his counter.

"Divorce fucks people up, Jimin.."

He sighs, taking a seat in front of you, crossing his legs.

"I know."

You finally glance at him on your own terms.

"You don't fucking know. Have you even considered how Ji-woo feels about it!? He's gonna blame himself! Wonder if he's the reason his parents broke up. And in his teenage years, he's going to be so fucked up from going back and forth from place to place he's going to consider if it's really worth living in this shit hole!!"

You watch his eyes widen at your words.

"Y/n.."

You quickly rise to your feet, sniffing before placing the broken picture back on his side table. You dry the last bit of tears with the sleeve of your fuzzy over-sweater. "I've gotta go." He stands, blocking your way.

"Y/n, she's an unstable narcissistic person who needed serious help. Ji-woo is better off not having any contact with her."

You bite the inside of your cheek to keep from having another episode.

"How would you know? I saw your family. Perfect parents who own a huge, successful business with millions of dollars income. While some of us had work our asses off, scrape what we can off the bottom of other's shoes just to be able to fucking EAT." He folds his arms across his chest.

"Is this about my marriage or my job?"

"ALL of IT! ALL OF YOU! You're rich and sucessful. Someone like you spit on people like me!" His eyes pierce yours with a harsh intensity.

"Make up your mind, Y/n. Wanna bitch about my job, my family's wealth, or my fucked up marriage? Really, Y/N. Take. Your. Fucking. Pick." Your breath hitches at his tone. He scoffs at your silence.

"Oh now you wanna shut up? Come on, Y/n. You picked this battle, now you've gotta fight for stance. Don't got anything to say now, huh? You're such a fucking brat, you know?" He watches as your tiny adam's apple bobs up and down. The back of your throat dries from the tension.

"Don't just stand there, Y/n. Wanna complain about how I was born into such a perfect, wealthy family? Oh, or do you wanna bitch on how you just hate how rich I am because I too worked my ass off to get where I am! Just because I didn't grow up with your kind of situation, doesn't mean I didn't have my own shit to deal with."

Your teeth grind against each other at his bitter words. You'd never seen this side of him before. Not even when talking about his so called bitch-of-a-wife.

"You don't know SHIT." You curse, pushing him with all your might, that only barely makes him move. "You gonna keep being a brat or am I gunna have to fuck this attitude out of you?" Your body freezes. He smirks, stalking your figure, now having you backed into some doorway.

"Such a loud mouth for a tiny girl. Who gave you permission to curse like this, sweetie? I know I sure didn't." Your silence only fuels his ego.

"What? Can't handle a little fight back, baby? Think I'll just get on my knees and do as you say? like all those little pussies of men you've fucked before? You might think you're the shit, darling,"

The back of your legs touch a soft material. His breath rolls across your cheek, sliding to touch your outer ear.

"But we all know you just want a real man to fuck you like his little princess."

You moan out, as his arms come to snake around your waist, gripping you tight.

"Was this in your plan all along? Getting me all worked up then seducing me with your cute little subby face?" A deep chuckle echoes through the room. Lust prowls the atmosphere like a rabid animal.

"Thinking that I'll just fall head over heels for your cute face, and you'll get what you want?"

You shake your head, not even realizing that it's what you wanted all along. He chuckles at your compliance.

"See? Told you."

He leans forward, whispering along the shell of your ear.

"All big and strong until someone actually puts you in your place."

His harsh words elicit a pitchy whine from the back of your throat. You reach up, trying to tug at the material of his button up. He smirks, removing your hands from his clothing.

"Nu-uh. You wanna act like a brat? You get punished like one."

He sits on the egde of his bed, manspreading his thighs for your viewing glory. His eyes narrow at yours, silently commanding you.

"Down." You start to lower yourself to the floor before he stops you, tsking.

"On my lap." You swing your leg over his lap before he stops you once more.

"Jesus, baby. Should've known you weren't one to listen." He pulls your body down, bending you over his knee as his hand palms the flesh of your clothed ass. He chuckles, lifting your skirt up to reveal your thin, high waisted pantyhose.

"What's your safe word, love?" You moan at his question.

Damn.

Who knew consent was so hot??? (Hell yes it is children)

"mmm, what was your ex-wife's name again?" You tease.

He growls at the mention, giving your ass a good slap before countering.

"Smart off to me again and I'll make this ass redder than Rudolph's nose. Now,"

He runs the flat of his palms smoothly across your clothed skin before sliding the hem of your pantyhose down.

"What's your safe word, again?" You lift your head slightly to look at him, flashing a cheeky grin.

"Red, sir." He lightly applies a smack to your ass.

"Good girl."

His eyes beat down onto the exposed flesh of your ass. The plump and softness of the skin is slightly reddened from the first spanking. Before you're about to smart off again, he continues.

"How should we do this, hmm? Maybe match your spankings to how many times you rolled your eyes at me?" You squeal at the sudden impact being harshly applied to your cheeks. He immediately soothes the sensitive skin afterwards, rubbing the round of his palm onto the reddened flesh.

"Or how many pieces you broke my wedding frame into?" You moan out, shaking your head, refusing either one of those options. He chuckles, not giving you an ultimatum.

"No? But you were so confident earlier though."

He leans down, tilting your chin to turn to meet his narrowed gaze.

"Now are you going to behave or am I going to have to paint your beautiful ass every shade of red?" You shake your head, not wanting anymore. You had some experience with spanking and shit but-

Holy fuck did his hands hurt..

"I'm gonna need more than a few tears, love." You whine, feeling the slick between your folds duplicate in dampness.

"No, I'll be good- I swear!" You moan out, feeling the sweet relief of his palms rubbing over your reddened cheeks. He smirks, grabbing a fistful of the plump flesh before giving it a little jiggle.

"That's more like it." He stands, pushing you back against the bed. His index comes up to tilt your head, forcing your eyes to meet his. "You just wanna please daddy, don't you?" Your pussy clenches at the given-name. Though you hadn't really likes it in the pornos you'd seen before, you quite liked the taste when it came from his mouth.

"Say it." He commands, as you rise to your hands and knees.

"I want your cum to fill me up so good" He quirks an eyebrow.

"Who's cum?" You moan at his tone. His voice alone could make any women cum in just a matter of seconds but when it was paired with that,

HOLY SHIT.

"Daddy's." He nods, bringing your hands to unbuckle the clasp of his belt. Your hands make quick work of the material, watching as it falls to the floor, circling his ankles.

"And who's your daddy?" You giggle at the word. It felt so wrong on your tongue but on his..

"You, daddy." That makes his heart swell. His hands wrap the leather belt around his wrists. A dark expression swirls behind his usual chocolatey irises.

"Lay back for daddy." You obey, watching as he leans over, wrapping the leather belt around your wrists, pinning you to the headboard. He leans back on the balls of his knees, admiring your beautiful figure.

"Mmm, this won't do." His fingers trail up the inner of your thighs before ripping a huge hole into the black tights. You gasp, watching as he slips your mini-skirt from your hips, throwing it somewhere across the room.

"Can't believe you wore this here.." He scoffs, palms rubbing up the inner parts of your thighs before setting on your clad light pink panties.

"So fucking cute." He groans, running his digits through the thin material, watching as the light pink fabric turns a light gray.

"How fucking dirty of you, baby. Soiling your panties? Why? Because you were thinking of daddy fucking your tight little pussy?" You moan, nodding quickly at his words. A chuckle rolls past his lips.

"I bindded you, not gagged you. Use your big girl words, baby." You whine, feeling the pads of his digits making straight lines connecting from your clit down to your soaking core.

"Yes! I dreamed of daddy's cock every night! Wanting it in me so bad, daddy..!" He raises an eyebrow, not truly believing your words.

"Mmmm, so you didn't even touch yourself? You stayed pure for me? Because if you touched yourself, I'm gonna have to punish you for that, darling." His fingers tilt your chin to meet his eyes.

"Tell me the truth, baby. Did you touch your pretty pussy? Make it all wet like how I'm doing right now? Did you ruin yourself without me?"

You shake your head, legs twitching from the lack of his touch. "No! I stayed pure for daddy." The tip of your toe teases his clad underwear, running the sole of your foot along the outline of his hardened dick. He retorts, moving away from your touch.

"Not into feet babe." He comments, as your face turns a beet red.

"Me neither.." You both laugh at the silly fail. He sighs, palm running over the rounds of your knees, watching the way your breasts bounce slightly when he rocks your body.

"What are you doing?" You look down, seeing his narrowed eyes staring at your erect buds.

"Your body is like fucking Picasso, sweetheart."

You laugh at his comment, watching as his lips come to hover over the exposed bud.

"I hope it's not like fucking Picasso.." He rolls his eyes at your stupid joke.

"Don't ruin this, Y/n." You smile, watching as he takes the bud between his lips, while his other free hand comes up to toy with the bouncy flesh of your over breast. Your head falls back against his silk pillows, back arching from the way his tongues swirls your nipple.

He releases with a pop, licking the pads of his lips before speaking.

"Can't fucking wait for these to be filled up with milk.." Your eyes widen at his words. "W-what?"

His eyes glance up to meet yours. A softer expression paints his face.

"For our babies. God, to see you so big and pregnant for me- carrying my child- fuck." You giggle at his antics, wrapping your exposed thighs around his hips, grinding against his clothed angry cock.

"You already have a kid, baby." You reply, kissing the side of his neck, as he traces patterns into the skin of your under bust.

"mmmm, I'm just horny.." He chuckles, licking a stripe up along the erects of your nipple. You moan at the sensation, as he smirks, chuckling.

"My baby likes it when I suck her pretty tits?" He teases it back and forth between the space of his top and bottom front teeth, watching your every expression with focus. The way your face contorted a certain way with each direction, tug, and lick.

"Jesus, baby. You're so sensitive. Like a virgin." He chuckles, as you stay silent.

He rises, giving you a questioning look. "Baby are you.."

You gently nod, flashing a small smile.

"My major never really let me date any guys so I-"

"You're a virgin?"

You're starting to think telling him was a mistake.

"Yeah but I like thi-"

"How the hell am I so lucky."

His words stop you mid-sentence.

"W-what?"

He crawls up the plains of your curved body, hands trailing up to caress your cheek.

"I'm. So. Fucking. Lucky."

He whispers, while trailing his butterfly kisses all the way down to your navel. He glances up through his thick eyelashes.

"Anything else I should know?" You think for a second, before responding.

"I once tried using a bubble wand as a dildo."

He bursts out at this. Sitting up, his eyes cresant from his fit of giggles.

"Are you being serious?" He questions, wiping a tear from his eyes before laying back down, taking one of your breasts in hand to play with it.

"What's so funny?" You chuckle, not being able to help joining in with him.

"It was just- so random." He leans up, gently pressing a kiss to the tip of your nose, before giving you an eskemo kiss as well.

"That was adorable. You're adorable." He reaches up to untie your hands, making your pout a bit.

"But I liked those.." He smiles, pecking a small kiss to your cheek.

"We'll get into that later. For now, let's just focus on teaching you-" You cut him off.

"Please don't tell me you're about to teach me how to have sex." He chuckles, nodding.

"This is like the best thing a man can do." You smile, pecking his lips, pulling his chubby cheeks in along with the kiss.

You can feel his smile beam against the passionate kiss, as he pulls away. "Your kisses are so soft, baby.." You pout, folding your arms.

"No no! It's a cute thing. So many people just go in and basically bite each other's tongues off - That was an exaggeration, sweetheart. I'm suing you if you try to bite my tongue off." You giggle, nodding while leaning back against his bedframe.

"Your kisses are so soft. Just saying" He takes his chi n in his hand, pulling you to seer your lips together once more. It had quickly escalated when he added tongue. You always thought the idea was a little gross but actually feeling it..

Holy shitballs.

He feels you moan against the kiss, as his hands comes down to toy with the cup of your breast. His other hand trails down to slip into the elastic of your panties.

"Ah-" You moan out, feeling the tip of his finger run along the entrance of your sopping core. He smirks, pressing kisses to the side of your cheek, all the way down to your collarbone.

"Does it feel good?" He asks, lips still attacking your neck. You moan, feeling the tip of his middle finger poke at your entrance.

"U-huh.. Feels weirder when someone else does- Fuck!" You feel the tightness of his whole finger stretching you out. Your velvet walls slicking his extended digit, while his kisses distract your from what pain he fears you might experience.

"Tell me if it hurts, okay?" You nod, hips meeting to grind up into the palm of his hand. He chuckles while adding another finger. You grip onto his shoulders, nails gently cratering soft creasant moons into his shoulder blades.

"Shit baby... You're so fucking tight.." You whine, wanting to feel more.

"Mmmm, good." He smirks, tugging at the loose skin of your ear.

"Mmmm, feels good?"

"u-huh! Oh fuck-" He adds his third finger as your body completely just melts at the sensation. Your hips now moving to straddle his lap while he just sits back chuckling.

"What's so funny?" You ask, grinding down onto his palm.

"You're so eager, that's what's funny. You're acting like a teenage boy, babe." You roll your eyes, reaching down between the space of you, wrapping your hand around the length of his cock. He quickly shuts up, taking a sharp breath as your hand just sits around his cock.

"I was trying to go slow, Y/n." You playfully scoff, leaning down to spit on his hardened cock, as you move your hand up and down his length. You watch as his exposed stomach now tenses up at your motions, admiring the way his hairline had a beautiful little glisten on it from sweat.

"If I wanted slow, I would've told you." He chuckles, moving a strand of hair from your face while thrusting his three lodged digits up until your sopping core. Your hand making quick work on his cock makes this virginity-loss session more like two teens scared to fuck so they just jack each other off.

"Then what do you want?' You questions, groaning at the feeling of your hand around his cock. Your fingertip dances gently around his angry tip, watching as the precum spills from his slit.

"I want you to fuck me." He moan as your hand had done a certain motion, practically making him Jell-O in your hands. s

"But vi-virgi-" You cup your hand over his mouth, shushing him while repeating the same motion that made him react that way in the first place.

"Fine, don't fuck me. But don't call it 'love making' either. I've heard that one too many times from my parents, I don't need to hear it while we have sex." He nods, as he flips the two of you over. His body towering your own, watching the way your eyelashes flutter a bit in the cool apartment AC air.

He looks over toward you as he's reaching inside his black and gold rimmed nightstand, pulling a tiny square packet from it's hiding spot. You laugh slightly, as he settles back in between your thighs.

"Wouldn't Ji-woo find that?" You question as he rolls the tiny latex rubber over and down his cock.

"Of course not." He reaches back over, flashing a black key that had been placed in a specific spot under the nightstand.

"It's locked." He smiles, reaching down to line himself up with your entrance. You take in a sharp breath as the tip pokes your sopping core.

He glances up, pressing soft kisses all around your face before leaning up. "You might bleed a little.. And it'll be painful for sometime, but after that it gets better." You nod, watching as the gray swirls in his eyes let you know that he's just as nervous as you are. Your hand comes to rest upon his cheek, which seemed to calm both of your nerves.

"I'm ready."

He nods, clasping his hand in your while slowly sliding the tip in.

Okay..

Not so bad.

You smile, feeling the pain starting to form.

Okay it's a little un-

"Fuck!" You moan out, imminently clasping your legs together, trying to stop him. Thankfully he stops checking to see if you're okay.

"I-.. Just hurt.." He nods, flashing you a small smile before kissing the tip of your nose.

"You're doing so well, baby. Being so good for daddy." You moan at the words, barely being able to feel the way he'd slowly inched his way in, until you felt the way his tip kissed your cervix.

"How do you feel?" He glances up, checking your expression to see if it's anything discomforting.

"It.. so full.." He chuckles at your lack of a structured sentence.

"That good, huh?" You nod, not even caring what he's teasing you about this time. Your hips grind up into his, feeling the way the ribbed condom slid against your ways.

"Oh.. my- fuuuck" His moans soon join yours as the speed of his thrusts pick up in momentum. His arms had braced themselves on each side of your body. A beautiful missionary pose if you do say so yourself.

"Oh shit baby- So fucking tight for me. fuuuckk" He groans, lifting your legs to wrap tightly around his waist, while your arms had snaked their way his veiny neck. Your head falls back, mouth gaped a O-shape.

"Oh- Ji- oh my god-" His grunts leave a pool of slick running down your thighs, which made this moment all the much hotter. Any pain that you had experienced had been long replaced with an ecstacy you wish you could feel all the time.

Your nails dig into the skin of his back, once innocent and cute creseant moon shapes now turned cherry red, with a few having drawn blood.

"Oh my god!" You hands come to stable by your hips, while leaning into your already fucked up position, thrusts hitting -somehow- even deeper before.

"Oh fu- daddy!" Your screams and skin slapping made fifty-shades of gray look like a disney movie. Along with Jimin's dirty but sweet talk, you had felt like you were on cloud nine.

"Oh fucking- shiiiittt baby. Gonna fill you up so nice. Fuuuck baby, look at your pussy taking me so well."

You moan, trying to switch positions. He pauses. "Something wrong?"

You nod. "I wanna be ontop." His eyes widen. "But- isn't that too kinky for right now?"

You pout. "Jimin so help me if you keep condemning me on how I can and can't fuck, I will leave here right now and you will have the WORSE case of blue balls in your life. " He immdiently flips around to that, laying on his back. You one leg over, straddling him lap. You reach down, guiding his cock around until your find your entrance.

"Oh- fuck that's not!- oh.." He groans, feeling an even tighter sensation from your back.

"Oh shit.." You laugh, taking it out before trying to line it up with your entrance. His wrist catches you.

"Baby if you want the worse UTI possible, I'd say go for it but let's just-" he reaches down, pulling the condom off. As he's reaching into his bedside table, you slam down onto his lap, cock being engulfed by your soaked pussy. He groans out, hands immediately coming to steady your hips.

"Jesus fu- baby you're gonna kill me.."

You smirk, guiding your hips along the trails of his cock, bouncing repeatedly. Going from fast paced to a slow, rhythmic pattern. His hands comes up to cup the rounds of your breasts, nipples being tugged at by his thumbs and index fingers. You glance down, chuckling at his position.

"You've got a breast kink.."

He smirk. "No, I've got a 'I wanna fuck a baby in you, please be the mother of my child' kink." That both sends you into a fit of tiny laughters, but the soon get replaced by moans and whimpers.

Mostly from your side.

"Baby I'm really gonna- no no no no shit- Baby I'm gonna cum!" You moan, hands reaching down to draw tiny circles into his hip bones and v-line as your thighs and pussy clench around his cock.

"Mmmm, can't tease me with a baby and break your promise, daddy." He groans, fighting with everything he's got as to not blow his load into your sweet pussy right now.

"Baby please- We can talk about that lat- fuck it!"

He flips you around in a matter of seconds. Your roots tightly coiled in his palm, while the other has reached forwards to grp one of your nipples.

"You want a baby so fucking badly? We're doing this my way." He leans down, thrusting his hips upwards into your pussy, watching as your sopping core engulfs his dick. He chuckles.

"My sperm, my choice of position." Your roll your eyes as his tugs on the roots of your hair, pulling you back to face him.

"Keep rolling your eyes and next time Imma shove that butt plug up your smart ass." You smirk, wiggling your hips as his thrusts start to become sloppy.

"You love my smart ass, daddy." He grunts, feeling the way his balls push up against your folds, slicking them even more.

"Fuck yeah I do. But," He tweaks your nipple in one hand, as you mewl out. "I love your fucking titties better."

You groan, burying your face into his satin pillows.

"Fuc-Fuck I'm coming!" He reaches forward, taking a hold on your clit likes it's dear life. The harsh circular motions send you into a fit of moans.

Psh, as if you weren't already in that.

"F-fuck- coming!" He moans out as you feel the hot rush of warm liquid shoot through your pussy. After a few moments he pulls out, admiring the Da Vinci like work he's done to both your ass and cunt.

He flips you over, making you lay upside down as your legs rest against the wall.

"What's this for?"

He smirks. "You said you wanted a baby, "

His lips capture yours in a spiderman like kiss.

"I'm gonna give you a baby."

He sits up, smiling like a little kid.

""Also I'm gonna call your pussy pac-man. Or.. pac-woman?" He laughs while cleaning up the sheets.

"Pac-pussy! Has a nice ring to it, don't chya think?"

______________________________________________________________ You know that I was thinking that this fic isn't long enough so I'm like- Lemme check the word count.

THIS MOTHER FUCKER WROTE 11,000 WORDS, 43 PAGES WORTH AND SAID IT'S 'NOT LONG ENOUGH'

omg I need sleep-

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rhapsodyglam · 7 months ago

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Day 7: Free Day

Fandom: Hazbin Hotel Relationship: StaticMoth Characters: Valentino, Vox Rating: M Word count: 564

This day started like any other day for the three overlords. At least that's what it seemed at first. Valentino woke up and saw Vox finishing getting ready. "You're finally awake, my love" Vox went closer to Val and kissed him before disappearing for the rest of the day. Of course, Val prolonged the kiss. How much he wished he could say it wasn't the case, but he did love him very deeply. He was happy to have found people he could trust, like Vox and Velvette. They were a family, nothing could ever change that.

When Valentino got later to the studio. He started to see like flashes of something else, something he would rather have totally forgotten about. He looked at his assistant and ordered him to leave him alone and that no one can under any pretext perturb him. Val went to his office. The flashes didn't stop, flashes about his past when he was still alive. The things that came to his mind were things he would rather forget about it. He closed the door off his office as he was going through a lot mentally. He spent so much time trying to forget about everything that happened in his human life. Things he swore to never bring up to anyone. "Fuck this." He said quietly. As more flashes came to his mind. He felt onto the ground. Valentino felt weak and he hated having this feeling. He didn't want to have anything to do with that feeling. The only time he liked feeling weak was with Vox when the two were together.

Something didn't feel right, he tried to call Vox on his phone, but the television demon didn't reply, he tried Velvette, and she didn't answer too. He was left all alone. He felt alone and weak, the last time he felt those things was when he was alive. As a more intense flash, this time transported him to a scene from when he was human. He looked at himself like from afar, but suddenly, he was pulled in a different direction. He went thought so many different scenes from his past until he landed in front of himself as a child. Valentino looked at himself as a child and kneeled in front of him. "Everything will turn out perfectly"

He woke up all sweaty in his bed, it was just a nightmare, but he was held by Vox. He was experiencing so much anxiety right now. Valentino absolutely hated this version of himself, his version of him when he was alive. "Shhh, it was a nightmare." He heard Vox say to him. Vox had a vague idea about his past, even if he didn't like to talk about it. He did talk to him a little about it. Valentino didn't realize how much he was shaking from this nightmare. "You and Velvette left me alone."

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When Vox heard the words that came out of Valentino's mouth, he felt sad for him. He hadn't seen him like this for such a long time. He knew exactly what his lover needed, and it was comfort. "I'm here, Val. I'm not going anywhere, and so is Velvette." Vox held Valentino very close to him in his arms. "I love you, Valentino." He smiled when Valentino replied to him. "I love you too, mi amor"

#hazbin hotel #staticmoth #hazbin hotel valentino #hazbin hotel vox #fanfic #staticmoth week

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ajoytobeheld · 1 year ago

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Top Thirteen Films of 2011 (in no particular order)

January 7th, 2012

BRIDESMAIDS

Oh Kristen Wiig where have you been all my cinematic life? Your representation of female friendships was bitterweet and your impersonation of a penis was accurate.

DRIVE

Any other director then Nicolas Winding Refn and any other actor then Ryan Gosling and this film could have been directed by Tony Scott and staring Nicholas Cage or Liam Neeson. What a hideous thought. That lift/elevator scene is one of the best things I have seen all year, and I saw a man fit through a tennis racquet.

If this list was in any notable order this would definetely be top.

MIDNIGHT IN PARIS

My first of two Tom Hiddleston films. Pure coincidence. I swear. I really enjoyed the sentiment of this Woody Allen film. A love letter to the literary and cultural greats he admires so feverishly and (you suspect) continually tries to emulate. And Adrian Brody makes a great Dali. It is a nice little dedication to his inspirations and I loved loved watching his interpretations of the personal lives of the great writers from the days of yore. Like Grazia for the readers digest crowd.

THE TREE OF LIFE

Terence Malick can be called many things (mostly by Sean Penn) but unambitious is certainly not one of them. This beautifully flawed film (perfection is sooo overated) manages to cover some pretty big themes (God, morality, the loss of innocence and creation of the universal to name but a few) in a relatively normal running time and introduces us to the talent and luminance that is Jessica Chastain. (Look at her being all the embodiment of Grace and that)

I thought it was at its best when the camera quietly and beautifully observed the relationship between the brothers and parents, like a wonderful hazy memory played in the minds eye of Sean Penn’s troubled architect, and at its worst when the overly earnest voiceovers kicked in. I could have done without those dinosaurs too…. Ultimately it is a far more interesting film thematically and visually then many others that came out last year, even if Sean Penn had no idea what as going on.

THE ADJUSTMENT BUREAU

Not the best plot, nor the best film but the best chemistry I have seen between too actors (Emily Blunt and Matt Damon) all year. Genuinely elevated the film for me to something particularly special.

Watch it and have fun with it you. Have most fun with the bit where they can travel through magical doors that don’t bend to the laws of physics, but only if they are wearing Trilby’s.

ANIMAL KINGDOM

An Australian film about a dysfunctional crime family that both terrifies and disturbs with acting and camera work that is never hysterical or overplayed, just considered and very well done. Jacki Weaver gives a masterclass in acting as a truly terrifying matriarch who makes Joe Pesci look like a de clawed puppy dog with no testicles. Her Oscar nom was very well deserved.

A LIFE IN THE DAY

80,0000 people submitted videos to youtube showing the mundane and interesting events that occurred to them on July 24 2010 and Ridley Scott, Kevin Macdonald and Joe Walker edited it together into a documentary. It produces a smorgasboard of emotions and you can watch it here FOR FREE (what else are you going to be doing? Making some kind of sandwich?)

WORLD’S GREATEST DAD

Weird and dark and mental and made by the guy with the squeaky voice in Police Academy. Robin Williams stars as the father of a throughly unpleasant boy who makes his sons terminal asphyxia wank look like a suicide making him an unlikely poster boy for a mis understood generation.

THE DEEP BLUE SEA

A very British affair with Rachel Weiz as a post war lady who surrenders herself to the tragedy of romantic love but with a steely determination and a stiff upper lip. It felt like a play, but a really good one.

MELANCHOLIA

The first time I saw this film I got motion sickness and had to leave the cinema, the second time I sat further back and closed my eyes for the first ten minutes. Its ending left me in a state of complete and utter despair, confusion and flux. I thank Lars Von Tier for this reaction. The opposite of apathy. The opposite of comfort. The opposite of “meh.”

KILL LIST

This British film about two hit mens “last job” made me feel sick and unnerved for a good long while. Part Coronation Street and Part Wicker man, it’s a very hard piece not to wake up sweating about in the middle of the night.

ANOTHER EARTH

A low budget sci fi film that isn’t really about sci fi but the chance we all have at redemption. Or something like that. Written by and starring Brit Marling, it uses some fairly dodgy science to explore the idea of parallel universes but in a very personal way. The last two minutes are totally killer too.

SENNA

Senna is composed solely from archive footage thus The Academy have ruled it out as a best documentary contender. FOOLS. It is a excellent film about brazilian Formula 1 racing car driver Ayrton Senna, and his triple world championship winning ways and hopefully the much more sensible BAFTA team will give it the recognition it deserves.

Other Notable Contenders

Thor (This film was a monkey barral load of fun, thanks Kenneth and thanks Tom Hiddlestone and OMG AVENGERS! AM I RIGHT?) We Need to Talk about Kevin The Skin I Live In Tinker, Tailor, Soldier, Spy Hugo Super 8 Beginners Rise of the Planet of the Apes

and the less said about X Men the better.

Ellen x

#2012 #ellen!blog #lc!blog

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grapenehifics · 2 years ago

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Chapter 44

(Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/40473339/chapters/109325631#workskin)

I love the 'making your (friend/parent/sibling) talk to you on the phone while you wait for someone else to arrive so you don't look like a dork with no friends' trope.

"You're six-two and can run a five-minute mile" is from Armie Hammer's line in The Social Network: "I'm 6'5", 220, and there's two of me!"

Is it realistic for Dathan to give Anakin a $20,000 check? No. Their lawyers would do some sort of escrow/money order type thing. I mean, what is Anakin supposed to do with that, just waltz up to the bank? That's a great way to get audited by the IRS. But I like this scene, so I kept it, illocigality be damned.

Satine spreading out all her papers and working on cases in the backseat of the car while they run errands is from The Lincoln Lawyer (book and movie both).

I had to very quickly learn about skateboard construction to write this; I know nothing; I fell the first time I tried riding one and ended up with a lump on my hip the size of a baseball, walked with a limp, and wasn't able to wear pants for a month, and haven't tried again since.

I'm going to spectacularly mangle the quote. But. The final scene of the last episode of the first season of True Detective, as I remember it but I only saw it once so it is very possible I'm mis-remembering, has Woody Harrelson helping Matthew McConnaughey leave the hospital, and once they're outside he asks him if there's anything he needs from back there (like, he probably means, your toothbrush, or things like that). And Matthew McConnaughey says, no, I have everything I need. (Meaning you, my best friend, my support, etc.) Everyone else seems to remember the bit after - which is good too! - about the light winning. But that moment - even fuzzily - has stuck with me ever since. That's what I was going for when Obi-Wan asked Ahsoka if she had everything she needed. Even if she didn't - it's only stuff. You can always get a new toothbrush. In the ways that matter, yes, she has everything she needs.

Nicki's mom being named Debbie is a joke borrowed from my mother, who is convinced half the women in America of her generation are all named Debbie.

Anakin thinks the concept of 'bad' words in general is stupid, but does have the presence of mind to realize it's important to other people, and not saying 'fuck' in front of her friends' parents will probably make Ahsoka a more socially acceptable houseguest.

OMG, guys, you're literally mooning over each other on some random woman's porch. Time and place, friends!

The pre-pandemic explosion in popularity of pub trivia made me really, really happy. I hope that comes back someday, in some form.

I spent way - way! - too much time researching what judges actually say in adoption court. And then I remembered the judge isn't actually the important character, in this scene, and I could cut all that out and stop worrying about technical accuracy and just write about our main characters hugging it out. So I did that instead.

Here's the story behind "Thank you for my life." So there was this book about Army doctors, called M*A*S*H. Robert Altman made a movie, also called M*A*S*H. Donald Sutherland played the main character, Dr. Hawkeye Pierce. It was popular enough that CBS was going to make a TV series of it. They offered the role of Hawkeye to Donald Sutherland, again, but he wasn't interested in TV and turned it down. So they cast Alan Alda instead. And playing Hawkeye on TV came to define Alan Alda's career. 99% of people who know who Alan Alda is, know because of M*A*S*H. M*A*S*H was on TV for something like fifteen years. Alan Alda was in every episode, cast his family in some episodes, directed and wrote some episodes...it was this huge cultural phenomenon. And he never would have had all that if Donald Sutherland had taken the job instead.

So, at some point in there, there's some awards show, or charity gala, or something like that, I don't remember what, and Alan Alda and Donald Sutherland happen to both be in attendance. And somebody says, hey, let's get a picture with the two Hawkeye Pierces. Now, Donald Sutherland and Alan Alda had never actually met before. They played the same role, but at different times and in different things, and they'd never overlapped. But suddenly they're standing next to each other. And Donald Sutherland said Alan Alda shook his hand and said, "Thank you for my life."

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thebellearchives · 11 months ago

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my 2023 wrapped in no particular order except for toge 💃🏻

1. Inumaki Toge: my beloved the absolute love of my life my baby boy 😭 also the reason i made this blog bc i wanted to feed the inumaki fans, we’re so so starved 😔 the way this blorbo has infected me like a virus, the way he pushed my brain out of my head and sat there instead is insaaaane, im not kidding i’m gonna get his seals tattooed, i painted a canvas of his first scene in season 2, i even bought a cursed speech sweater, I AM INSANE ABOUT HIM

2. Solomon: ah yes my beloved domestic husband destroyer of kitchens 🖤 Sol was also one of the blorbos that refused to leave my mind and i spun in my head like a rotisserie chicken 💀 i’m so SO glad he got all this attention from Solmare, nightbringer is the best thing that happened to Sol stans 😩

3. Levi Ackerman: okay so yeah my Levi phase came back this year and it didn’t just come back no IT HIT ME LIKE A WRECKING BALL MY GOOOOODDDDD the way i need this man to PICK ME CHOOSE ME LOVE ME LEVI THERES NOTHING I WOULDNT DO FOR YOU MI AMOOORRRRR!! yes, i think he’s here to stay, i might start writing for him

4. Vash The Stampede: 😭😭😭 my BABY MY LOVE i started watching this show just because i saw a bunch of people talking about this cute blond blorbo AND I HAD TO WATCH IT OKAY?? honestly not surprised i fell for him he’s sooooo my type I AM IN LOVE WITH HIM !! bought teru vash and now i carry him around everywhere 🖤

5. Alucard // Adrian Țepeș: come on, he’s a blond vampire with a British accent, you expect me NOT TO FALL IN LOVE WITH HIM?!!!????!! Alucard let me fix you 😩 i need to live with him in his castle for eternity ugh

6. Fushiguro Megumi: y’all when Toge was taking a rest Megs took his place 🙇🏼‍♀️ my emo baby boy i need him ): and the tiktok edits did NOT help AT ALL, had me imagining scenarios while laying on my bed and staring at the ceiling 😵‍💫

7. Hawks // Takami Keigo: had a Hawks phase at the very beginning of the year, it’s gotten a bit better but i googled him to add him here and 😵‍💫 he’d friendzone me so hard but i still want him bad 😩

8. Millions Knives: the way i’d join Knives in his dreams of human extinction just because i’m a simp for him, like yes babes i don’t wanna fix you i wanna be a villain with you 😵‍💫 i’m different you’ll see 🤪

9. Gojo Satoru: i’ve always liked Gojo but after the premature death arc i just- it’s got to be the tragic past, right 😀? no explanation needed we all love Gojo he’s uugggghhh insufferably perfect

thank you for the tag Winter ilyyy !!

tagging: @silverrings-n-prettythings @arvandus @hauntedbestie and whoever wants to join too ~

putting this in its own post bc long -

2023 CHARACTER WRAPPED

thank u @ricecrispiebirb for tagging! I present 9 characters I loved in 2023

1-3: reiner. yes he takes up 3 spaces I will not be taking questions

4: jeanbo horseface kirschtein

5. ezekiel jaeger I remain hateful of how highly you place and yet……….here u are

6. onyankopon giant balls I LOVE u

7. choso…….my little emo wet kitten man

8. satoru gojo, the strongest, the most petulant, the most beautiful

9. geto suguru babe what happened. I still love u tho

no ob tagging @pisspope @fromriches-tosin @oxygenbefore1775 @marenalee @nanamikentoseyebags @strawberrystepmom @pinkmirth @forest-hashira and anyone else who’d like!

#; tag you’re it ~

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sesamestreet47 · 3 years ago

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Can i request hcs of camilo with a shy girlfriend whos super sweet

Camilo with a shy, sweet girlfriend

!english isn’t my first language, so there can be some grammar mistakes that I am sorry for in advance!

thank you for the request <3

this is my 50th post!

MASTERLIST

“Well, that’s surprising,” Mirabel said, fixing her glasses just to make sure she wasn’t imagining things.

Dolores squeaked next to her. Her hands close to her chest.

“How on earth did he manage..?” Isabela trailed off, she looked at Luisa. The taller sister just shrugged, not knowing the answer either.

The four Madrigal girls observed the scene unfolding before them.

Camilo with his back resting against Y/N’s side as they both sat on the stone wall. He was telling her some sort of a story as she fiddled with the thread and needle, trying to fix his ruana.

It was surprising to his cousins and sister. See, Y/N was a good girl. A little shy, but sweet. Helped around the village a lot. Usually could be spotted by the food stall, helping Julieta with handing out the food for the injured. She was quite an angel.

And you know who wasn’t one?

Camilo.

That was why the girls wondered how on earth did he get Y/N to be in his presence without grimacing or nervous smiles that indicated she wanted to leave. In fact, she seemed quite comfortable with him so close, like she didn’t mind him there at all. Did he bribe her or something?

And then something happened that made the girls widen their eyes that they looked like plates.

Y/N handed Camilo the fixed ruana and in return he sat up, faced the girl and gave her a kiss so sudden that it almost made her fall back.

“Dios mío…” Isabela whispered, being the first to gain back her composure.

it was definitely a shock to the entire family when they found out Camilo somehow managed to make you his girlfriend

Isabela still thought he bribed you

you were known for your kind words, behaving and helping

those were the things almost everyone in Encanto associated with you

and for the longest time, Camilo thought about you this way as well

just a nice girl, nothing interesting

but then one day he saw you putting some paprika in Dante’s drink (one of the boys your age, who just happened to insult you a few times) and he knew that there was more to you than you let people see

he became intrigued by you and spared no time in befriending you

you were exactly what he needed, because someone so chaotic and mischievous, should have someone composed and sweet to balance it out

he fell for you, which kinda disappointed him as he always hoped to be the one that people fall for

but it’s okay, he got over it

he won’t be getting over you anytime soon though don’t worry

Camilo will always think that the way you got together was both funny and cute

“Hi,”

“Hi?”

“What’s up?”

Y/N blinked. “Well, me apparently,” she said, looking down at the boy.

Camilo grinned at her little joke, but didn’t stand up.

Y/N tilted her head, opened her mouth to say something, but then closed it. She opened it again, but nothing came out.

“You look like a fish out of the water, mi vida,” Camilo scoffed.

“Cami, why are you on the ground?”

Camilo smiled awkwardly. “Um,” he coughed, looking to the side. “I fell for you..?”

Y/N’s eyebrows shot up. She knew the boy was just joking around like he usually did, but that knowledge wasn’t enough to stop the heat from creeping up her neck and cheeks. She straightened and fixed her skirt flustered.

“Huh…” she mustered, avoiding his gaze and what she assumed a smirk as well.

But then an idea knocked on the door of her mind and she reluctantly let it in. Her heart fluttered, knowing what she was about to do next.

She plopped down next to the boy and laid her back flat on the ground just by his side.

She refused to look at him.

“Princesa, what are you doing?”

With an innocent face, she finally faced him and their noses almost brushed. “Falling for you too, I suppose,”

Camilo smiled with reddened cheeks.

that was it, sweet, simple and very much in Camilo’s style

throughout the first few weeks of being able to finally call himself your boyfriend, he noticed that whenever he held your hand or kissed your cheek, people would look at the two of you puzzled, especially his family and especially his cousins

somewhere along the way he forgot to make your relationship official

he’s a little dumbass

but a dumbass in love

it was just so easy to get lost in you

he would see you fixing Cecilia’s pinwheel or speaking in a soft voice to his sister and something would drop in his chest

it kinda felt like a flower just bloomed right next to his heart

but that didn’t change the fact that everyone thought this wasn’t exactly a match made in heaven

rather made in hell

you were just complete opposites

“Camilo, is Y/N your novia?” Antonio tugged on his brother’s ruana.

The boy looked at the kid. “Um, well, yeah. Yeah, she is,”

And as he said that, he couldn’t fight off the smile that his lips curved into.

Antonio pursed his lips in thought. “Why?”

“What do you mean why? I like her, she likes me. Makes sense, doesn’t it?”

“It really doesn’t,” said Mirabel, who walked over, overhearing their little conversation. “She’s too good for you.”

Camilo hit her arm.

He bit his lip, afraid his smile would reveal just how wrong Mirabel was. He didn’t have the guts to tell her that it was Y/N who switched the lenses in her glasses that one day. He wouldn’t want to change her opinion about his girlfriend.

It was amusing to him really. That Y/N was so sweet and shy and kind and all other angelic adjectives in everyone’s eyes. But she showed him her devilish side that she kept a secret for so long. And he knew that the girl who hid behind those beautiful eyes and warm smile, was the one for him.

Camilo kinda liked knowing he was the only one to know all that. Made him feel special, she made him feel special.

“Oh, believe me prima,” he said. “She’s just right.”

after some time, it was clear to everyone that you’re just about the best thing that happened to him

he was becoming a better son, brother, cousin, even nephew or grandson

you seemed to fit into the family like a lost puzzle piece as well

becoming a second daughter to Pepa was practically inevitable

she liked you a lot, but because she was afraid she’d scare you off, she kept distance at first

she had the tendency to be an emotional disaster after all

and seeing her oldest son growing up so fast just added to that

storms, snow and wind were quite frequent at first

one time Camilo wasn’t around and you happened to be in the Casita waiting for him

you knew that Camilo always brewed tea for Pepa during one of her episodes

so you did just that and visited her in her room with a cup of tea and some biscuits

the tea was horrible, but Pepa appreciated the thought

and since then the storms were happening less often

there wasn’t a person you weren’t nice to without a reason

but it wasn’t always a good thing

people sometimes took you for granted, used you or manipulated you, it was never serious, but that didn’t excuse them

what Camilo noticed was that you rarely get repaid for your kindness

and he was willing to pay off everyone’s debt

“What’s the occasion?” Y/N asked warily when her boyfriend handed her a bouquet of flowers. Her mind started going places as she tried to remember if today was important.

Anniversary of some kind? No.

My birthday? No, I should now that, dios.

His birthday? No, that makes zero sense.

“Does there have to be one?” he asked, rocking back and forth on the balls of his feet with a smug smile.

“So.” Y/N put the flowers down, making a mental note to put them in a vase later. “What did you do?”

Camilo gasped offended. “Mi vida!”

Y/N blinked. She raised her brow at him and crossed her arms. “You want me to believe these are just a nice gesture? Nothing more?”

Camilo wore a serious expression and walked over to Y/N’s bed at which she was sitting and sat next to her. “Yes.”

Y/N dropped her arms and her face changed from suspicious to puzzled.

“That is exactly what they are,” he explained, grabbing her hand. “Why do you think you don’t deserve to have something nice done for you?”

“Um,” Y/N muttered.

Words got stuck in her throat. Her eyelids fluttered as she tried to blink the new formed tears. She looked away, not knowing how to react. “I- Well,”

“Okay, you know what?” Camilo wrapped his arms around her and gently pushed her down onto the mattress. Once she was lying down, he rested his head on her chest. The grip on her waist tightened. “We’re staying here today.”

“Wha- The whole day?”

“Yep.” he took her hand and motioned for her to play with his hair. “Consider this your day off from being Encanto’s angel,”

She was sure her cheeks were hotter than the sun by now. Y/N rubbed Camilo’s back and looked down at him with a smile that expressed all the words of gratitude she wanted to say.

He was right. She didn’t have to be an angel all the time. Today, she’d be a devil. Let her be selfish and enjoy the presence of the person who cared about her more than anything as he proved today.

see, this relationship worked because you both had something the other needed

your angelic side rubbed a bit on Camilo and his devilish one on you

he would absolutely do anything for you, because you deserved the world in his opinion

and well, he was your world

so, you weren’t going to let go of each other

MASTERLIST

this is my 50th post!

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raayllum · 2 years ago

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Opinion about the first episode of season 4?

My first watch it did feel a little clunky, but I think that's also bc 1) as a super fan I'd seen all the clips released already and 2) had read the SDCC twitter thread, so nothing about the episode was a surprise in terms of like, scene by scene stuff. 4x01 in particular hinges on two mis-directs where what we think may be conflict (Sunfire ambush, 'plot against the king'") only for them to both be happier things. Which is why I think Callum's plotline ending badly (aka sadly) is important because otherwise it's too much of a positive note.

AKA I've watched the episode 3 times since and it 100% worked for me (which is also how it worked for S3 feeling a little fast the first time I saw it, but I was also hyped up on so much adrenaline and very little sleep and - shockingly - that makes a difference, I know). I've seen people complain about the tone but I think people tend to have nostalgia perfection goggles on for things they love and compared TDP to (largely ATLA, which had "Zuko angrily visiting Iroh in prison" and "Aang throwing a secret dance party" intercut immediately with one another) and it's like - TDP has always done a very good job at balancing its tone, same as ATLA, but it does feel hypocritical to watch fans of both not realize what they're "excusing" just cause they're used to it vs being hard on TDP.

This goes for TDP too since besides 1x01, this is probably the most packed premiere episode we've had. 2x01 was very exposition heavy when it came to magic and not much else actually happened in it, and like... 3 things happen in 3x01 and the most important stuff is all near the end of the episode, basically? So while 4x01 is absolutely doing the heavy work of catching us up and doing set up for the season, I think it does that difficult job as well as it reasonably can, tbh. Again: I don't mind people complaining, but the complaints gotta be grounded in merit, y'know? (That said: soft blocking people with negativity in the tags because I'm not about that with this show and never will be).

I have also been tickled pink by all the more casual reviewers / watchers who was surprised at Callum's behaviour with Soren and his lack of patience for bullshit now, since not only is it exactly how I thought he'd be post-timeskip and TTM, I thought it was exactly how he'd behave post-a speculative timeskip back in January 2020 with excerpts like this from "If Time Is Money" - so fucking satisfying, man:

She could perfectly picture the haughty look on Runaan’s face as he said, in a rather bored voice, as though whatever conversation that was about to be had was pointless. Runaan wasn’t necessarily a proud individual, but he had little patience for what he deemed illusions of youth or other perceived wastes of time. “Listen, boy—” “No, you listen,” Callum said, fair more sternly. Sterner than Tiadrin would have thought possible, given the softness he generally carried. “We’re never going to like each other, for obvious reasons. I think I have a far better one, as yours is based in prejudice, and mine is based on the fact you literally murdered my father, but that’s not the point. The point is that while I don’t care what you say about me, as I’ve heard far worse from other elves like you, Rayla does and you are still her father and she deserves to have you in her life and to have a good relationship with you. So when she’s not around, you can say whatever you want, even to my face. I don’t care and I don’t plan on rising to it anyway. But when she is around, you keep that shit to yourself, because it’s only going to upset her, and she’s been through more than enough.” Runaan’s face was stiff and barely readable, when Tiadrin stole a look. It was only because she knew him so well that she could tell he was at least a little gobsmacked, and so, quite frankly, was she. The prince’s tone left no room for debate, as she carefully watched Runaan try and scrounge up anything to say at all.

Adored all the Viren and Callum parallels since I've also thought since S2 that S4 would ramp it up majorly and it's super gratifying / interesting / exciting to watch that come to fruition. I also loved the Janaya proposal and thought it was super sweet. I gotta adjust to some of the small animation changes (I think possibly character / face silhouette line work and being even more fluid than before) but I love the flexing, updated character designs, and all the little microexpressions.

I'm so pumped for the rest of the season, it's going to be unreal (and just like, 2.5 days away now)!

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burgers-and-french-fries · 3 years ago

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Hi ! Would you be able to write a fic with Taron in it? 😊 I have this idea of Taron having to stay in the US because of filming new movie but his fiancé is finishing her degree at the university and Taron is not able to come to see her graduation ceremony because of his work, but then he comes in the last possible moment during the ceremony and supports her and then he takes her for a dinner and after that he gives her a massage which then will turn into something more steamy and it’s his gift for her 😎 it’s totally fine if you don’t feel like writing this a bit smutty fiction 😊 All the other details are up to you so that it’s easier for you to write the fic 😅 Love your writing, I always feel like it’s a reality!

Note: Hi lovely. Thank you so much for your request. i had so much fun working on it. I hope that you enjoy it and I hope it matches what you had Envisioned in your mind.

I would also like to note that part of the dialogue in the graduation scene comes from a video of the Johns Hopkins university 2016 graduation ceremony.

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With your wedding being six and a half weeks away, not only were you putting the final touches on your special day, but you were also staring your graduation day in the face. All whilst expecting a baby and dealing with a missing fiancé. You loved him but his business trips really took a toll on your relationship, especially now.

You had arranged to facetime tonight and while you were waiting, you went through how to write your wedding vows to him. You knew that you wanted him to know just how blessed you were that he chose you, but you also wanted him to know just how excited you were for this next chapter of your lives. You loved him more than anything in the world and no matter how many times you put pencil to paper, you continuously grunted in annoyance as you were unable to get your words out the way you wanted to.

You let out a big huff and went to the kitchen to make yourself a coffee. Normally you wouldn’t drink coffee, especially since you found out about the baby, but you felt like this particular situation called for one….a large one!

Whilst you were waiting for your Kureg to do its thing, you stared out the kitchen window at the lush green field behind your house. You can remember the first time that you and Taron saw it. It took your breath away and with the idea of having your kids run about in amongst the grass gave you a sense of happiness. You both knew right then and there that this property was for you.

You smiled to yourself and rubbed your slight bump. That’s when it came to you, the memory of meeting Taron for the first time.

*FLASHBACK*

From the time you were a little girl, you had a dream to become a teacher. Granted you didn’t know exactly what to teach, you just knew that you wanted to help people realize their dreams and what a better way to do that then to become a teacher. So, at the age of 22, you packed up and made the move to London to go and hopefully find a place you fit in. Your parents had often spoke of a place they had holidayed in whilst they were young, and you figured it would be a great place to start.

The small seaside university town of Aberystwyth was stunning. It’s picturesque views, friendly people and mouth-watering food was something that been calling to your heart for years and now that you were standing on the prom letting your body bask in the warm sun, you felt at home.

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the fresh ocean breeze to fill your lungs. You felt your whole body relax. Yep, you definitely needed this.

“Excuse me, have you seen a small dog run past here?” Someone asked, pulling you from your state of euphoria. You looked at them and smiled sympathetically.

“No, I’m sorry. I haven’t.” You replied kindly. They sighed and slumped their shoulders forward.

“Ok. Thanks anyway.” They spoke. Before you could answer them, they ran off and left you standing there shaking your head. You silently wished them well in their mission to find the dog they spoke of.

Deciding that you’d had enough excitement, you walked back toward your little solace for the duration of your trip.

It was a quaint little place with a coat of pale-yellow paint somewhat peeling off the walls. The windows were small but still let in enough light to make you smile and warm your heart. The sweet potted plants in various corners of the flat was a nice contrast to the yellow. Overall, it was your little oasis.

Later that night, you were determined to get your body motivated enough to get dressed up and hit one of the pubs in town. You had heard good things about The Glen from your parents and since their passing, you wanted to do things that would ultimately bring you closer to them. It made your heart happy to know that your feet were in places they used to visit when they’d come on vacation.

“What can I get you?” The waitress asked as she approached you. You smiled at her.

“I’ll have the steak and chips and a hot chocolate please.” You replied. The waitress jotted down your order and went back to the kitchen.

Once she was out of your view, you leaned back with a sigh and pulled out your phone. You pulled up your texts and typed a quick note to your great aunt. She was minding your house for you whilst you were away, and you were so grateful for her. After all, she was the only family you had left really.

You typed away on your phone as someone approached your table. You looked up and quickly pocketed your phone. It was your food, and it was to you in good time as your tummy grumbled loudly.

“Sorry.” You mumbled apologetically. The waitress giggled.

“No need to be sorry. You’d be surprised at how many people have that reaction when their food arrives.” She told you. You smiled and chuckled a little bit. You could see that for sure.

“Thank you so much.” You said as she took a step to leave. She seemed shocked to hear that but accepted, nonetheless.

“You’re welcome. Enjoy.” She said, fully making her leave.

You looked down at your food and instantly your mouth began to water. Everything was presented so nicely, and the helping was decently sized. It was perfect.

“You would love this.” You whispered as you looked at the ceiling, hoping that no one saw you. Wrong. Someone did.

“Why do you keep doing that?” They asked. You looked at them with confusion.

“Excuse me?” You asked, a little harsher than you meant to. They raised their eyebrows slightly.

“I didn’t mean that as harsh as it sounded.” You said quickly. The man speaking to you gave you an amused smile.

“It’s ok.” He responded.

“I’m not really sure what you mean by ‘keep doing that’.” You explained. He pointed to the rafters above you.

“You keep looking at the ceiling.” He said, taking a drink of his beer.

“Oh, I didn’t realize that I was.” You said before thinking of the fact that he’d been watching you. That caused you to raise your brow.

“Hang on a second, why are you staring at me? That’s a bit rude.” You stated, pointing your steak loaded fork at him. He smiled cheekily at you. It made your heart flutter.

“I asked you first.” He replied. He had you there. You bit your lip. You weren’t sure if you wanted to get into all the details so you just gave him the simplest answer you could.

“My parents passed away and they loved steak.” You told him, even you had to laugh at how silly that answer sounded. The man lit up like a Christmas tree and his laugh made your stomach flip. He was hot.

“They used to vacation here when they were younger and would often talk about this place. They loved the steak here.” You explained, hoping that would suffice. Thankfully, it did.

“I’m sorry for laughing.” He replied once your laughter had died down. You smiled and shrugged.

“Thanks but it was a while ago.” You spoke. He nodded.

“I’m Taron.” He said as he held his hand out. You quickly swallowed your broccoli spear and held your hand out. Oh hell, even his name was hot.

“Y/n.” You answered.

“So, y/n, where are you from?” He questioned, watching you bite into more steak. He’d be lying if he said that the way you eat wasn’t adorable.

“Lomdom.” You mumbled around your food. You immediately felt your cheeks heat up in embarrassment. Taron chuckled.

“You’re cute.” He admitted, adding to your flushed cheeks. You swallowed harshly and wanted to hide behind the giant napkin you were given.

“Let me try that again. I’m from London.” You spoke. He nodded.

“I got that.” He returned.

“I’m not making a very good lady like impression, am I?” You questioned him. Taron winked at you.

“You’re doing just fine, love.” He answered and you hung your head, hoping to hide your reddened cheeks.

*END OF FLASHBACK*

The ringtone coming from your phone pulled you from your trip through memory lane. It was your husband to be.

“Well, hello there stranger.” You greeted as his face appeared on the screen. He was just as beautiful as the day you met some 10 years ago.

“Hello you. How are you?” He asked.

“I’m doing well. I’m just trying to write my vows.” You answered, rolling your eyes to really emphasize your annoyance. He smiled.

“I finished mine already.” He admitted, making you gape at him.

“How the hell did you manage that? Normally I have to keep pestering you to get things done.” You asked, gobsmacked at his admission. He shrugged.

“It was easy.” He replied.

“Pshh.” You huffed, drawing a hearty laugh from him.

“So, you ready for your graduation tomorrow?” He questioned.

“Yes and no. Part of me can’t believe that it’s happening already but part of me is relieved that it’s here. I also wish you could be here to celebrate with us.” You replied. Taron smiled sympathetically. He really wanted to be there for you as well, knowing just how much this meant to you.

“I love you so much sweetheart.” He told you. You gave him a half smile.

“What’s really on your mind?” He asked, knowing you far too well.

“There are so many changes happening and I just wish my parents could be here to see everything happen.” You admitted.

“They’re always going to be with you, honey. I bet they are so proud of you and everything that you’ve accomplished and will accomplish.” He said sincerely.

“Ass kisser.” You responded.

“I’m serious, y/n.” Taron said, and you sighed.

“You know, I was thinking about the night we met. I can’t wait to tell the baby that story.” You told him.

“You’re going to be a wonderful mother. You are already.” He complimented.

Both of you talking for the next few hours about anything and everything.

The next morning came quicker than you were ready for. The alarm went off and you begrudgingly hit the off button.

“Ahhh, don’t wanna get up.” You grumbled through a very big stretch. You sure needed it after the wild dreams you were having recently. You blamed the pregnancy because normally you didn’t dream but since your baby was discovered, all you had been having were very vivid dreams.

Once your stretch was over, you looked around the room, you’d give anything to have Taron beside you today, but you knew that it wasn’t possible. He’d have to settle for pictures and maybe a couple videos.

“Well little sprout, looks like it’s just you and me today.” You told your 11-week-old foetus. Even if you were almost at the end of your first trimester, you and Taron were already so in love with your little miracle which was now the size of a Brussels Sprout, hence the nickname sprout. Hearing Taron refer to the baby with that name made you laugh. It was the most adorable thing ever and so far, it was sticking.

You gave your belly your routine rub and got out of bed to get ready for your graduation. You had worked so hard at your teaching degree, and this was just one more thing that made you feel that much closer to your parents, who were both teachers at one point.

You smiled to yourself as you examined your appearance in the bathroom mirror. Your bump looked even more prominent today than it did last night. Your hair was definitely becoming thicker and healthier looking and your skin, well, it was breaking out here and there, but you really didn’t mind as it was a sign that your baby was growing big and strong.

Jumping into the shower, you lathered up your washcloth and set to washing yourself and making yourself feel refreshed and ready for kissing your classes goodbye. That’s not to say you didn’t enjoy your courses because you did, but it would just be nice not to have your attention divided between so many things.

Meanwhile, Taron was rushing through security so that he could board his connecting flight to London. He didn’t want to tell you last night that he was able to get some time off to see you reach your dream. He had been in America filming his latest project and while you were proud of him, you really did want him by your side. He could sense that last night and had already made up his mind that he was coming home. He was booking tickets and organizing things with his team before your facetime call the night prior. To say he was excited to see your reaction was an understatement.

“Where are you off to today?” The officer at security asked. Taron scratched his cheek.

“I’m headed home to London to surprise my fiancé.” He replied truthfully. The officer looked at Taron’s passport and once satisfied, handed back the document and let Taron go, but not before wishing him well. Taron thanked him and rushed to his gate

“Just in time sir.” The woman at the desk said. Taron gave her a slight smile and quickly handed her his ticket and passport. She was kind enough to check over everything speedily and let him go.

“Oh honey, you look beautiful.” Your great aunt said as she zipped up your dress. It was a stunning white sundress with a gorgeous red floral pattern printed all over it.

“Thank you, aunty.” You said, smoothing your hand over the material. You both smiled.

“So, how do you feel about breakfast?” You asked. She gave you a sympathetic smile after checking her watch.

“I’m sorry lovie, I have an appointment that I’ll be late for if I don’t leave now.” She replied. You shrugged. You were disappointed but you understood so you wrapped your arms around her in a sweet embrace.

“No need to be sorry. I understand.” You told her.

“I will meet you later?” She questioned. You smiled brightly and nodded.

“I’ll be the one in black up the front.” You teased, earning a hearty laugh from her.

You walked your aunt to her car and helped her in before bidding your goodbyes and watching her drive off. You loved her so much and you were so glad that she was going to be here for you today. It meant a great deal to you.

Your great aunt stood in the arrivals area of the airport waiting for Taron. She looked around at all the people coming through the glass doors and wondered what their stories were. Were they loved ones coming to visit grandkids etc.? Were they coming to start new lives? Whatever their stories, she enjoyed watching the reunions and excited squeals coming from various small children.

“Hello Maybell.” Taron said softly, not wanting to scare her or rip her away from her people watching. She turned to face your fiancé and threw her arms around him.

“Hello my boy. Did you have a safe journey?” She asked. Taron nodded. He was so glad to be home with family.

“I did but I could really use a coffee. My treat.” He told her. Maybell chuckled and took his suitcase for him.

“You’re too good to me.” Maybell said as they made their way to where the car was parked.

A few hours later, you were waiting at the university with your friend of 10 years, Tasha. She was the one who served you at the glen the night you met Taron. You two had kept in touch and she was such a good support to you, especially now since your aunt hadn’t arrived yet. You were worried she’d miss the ceremony.

“Don’t worry so much. I’m sure she’ll be here soon.” Tasha told you. You nodded.

“I hope so. I don’t want her to miss this.” You said, biting your lip and looking around one more time. You felt deflated as you still hadn’t caught a glimpse of her. She told you that she’d be wearing bright yellow so that you couldn’t miss her. That comment made you laugh. Yellow was your favorite colour as it reminded you of the warmth of the sun. It was also to be the colour of your little one’s nursery….or so you hoped. Taron was hesitant on the colour choice as he deemed it way too bright it would be blinding.

“I think it’s about to start. I’ll keep a chair open for her. I know she’ll be here. She wouldn’t miss it.” Tasha told you. You smiled at her and hugged her tight. You were feeling your nerves set in and you could’ve used a hug from Maybell, but Tasha’s hugs were good as well.

“Thank you.” You said as you quickly found your seat.

Tasha of course knew what was going on, but she promised that she wouldn’t say anything. As she sat down, she felt her phone buzz. She grabbed it and saw a text from Taron. He was letting her know that they were in the building. Tasha smiled and typed back a reply, telling him where she was.

Sitting in your seat not being able to look behind you was torture. All you wanted to do was to see if Maybell had arrived, but you knew it would be rude to turn around now and scan the crowed. You just had to settle on waiting until you stood to receive your degree. You took a deep breath and sighed slowly.

“The candidates have been certified by the faculty of the school of education for their degree of teaching education and I wish for them to live long and prosper.” The dean of students spoke. Your heart raced with anticipation at what was coming next…your freedom.

The Dean soon sat back in her seat and the president made his way to the lectern for his turn to speak.

“By virtue of the authority vested in me by the board of trustees of London University, I confer upon each and every one of you and the candidates unable to be present, the degree of doctor of education from the school of education for which you have been certified by the faculty together with all the rights privileges and responsibilities, pertaining there to, warmest congratulations.” The president said, earning a round of applause. This was it.

The dean of students made her way back to the lectern.

“Will the recipients of the degree just confirmed, please come forward when your name is called.” She spoke, adding a warm smile at the end. You and your fellow classmates stood up and made your way to the stage.

You felt your palms grow sweaty and your legs go numb and weak at the same time. Your whole body shook with nerves, making your heart race beyond all comprehension. Damn, this silence in the auditorium was terrifying but so worth it. You looked around for any sign of your aunt. There she was next to Tasha and to your utter surprise, so was Taron in all his cheeky glory. He was beaming at you with so much pride.

You both locked eyes and he sent a wink your way. Fuck, you loved this man.

“For the degree of education, y/n y/l/n.” The head of the board called. You made your way across the stage with a wide but very nervous smile on your face. You waved to your family and received your certification. You did it and now you could focus on your wedding and arrival of your baby.

Many more names were called and with each one, the audience clapped and cheered for their loved ones.

The ceremony soon ended and when it did, you ran straight for the man you had missed so much. He met you halfway and threw his arms around you.

“I’m so proud of you babe.” He muttered into your ear.

“I love you so much Taz.” You replied, pulling back and placing your lips on his. Both Maybell and Tasha giggling like they always did at your displays of affection.

“I don’t know about you Maybell, but I’d say these two need a proper catch up.” Tasha teased. Maybell agreed and the four of you made your way to the parking lot and headed your separate ways.

“I can’t believe you came all this way for me.” You said from your shared bathroom. Taron finished changing and knocked on the door. You wanted to change into something more comfortable since the dress you had been wearing began to feel too constricting.

“No matter how far away I seem to be, I’ll always be here for you.” He said, opening the door. You looked at him and blushed. Everything about him made you want to jump on him.

“Same goes for me babe.” You replied, pulling him in for another hug.

“So, take away?” Taron asked after a few minutes. You nodded.

“Yes please. That sounds amazing.” You replied.

“What shall we have?” Taron questioned. You gave it a though and concluded that all your favorite food would be sufficient enough.

“I think I want a bit of all of our favorites.” You answered.

“That sounds doable. Why don’t you have a soak in the bath and get proper relaxed, and I’ll take care of everything else.” Taron told you. You leaned up to kiss him deeply.

“Thank you.” You said once you pulled away.

You had been in the bath for a good half an hour and during that time, you could hear Taron walking in and out of your bedroom. It made you curious as to what he was doing but whatever it was, it made you laugh at the sounds escaping his lips.

“Babe, I’m ready to get out now.” You called, just in case he was up to something. He was.

Taron had taken the opportunity to set up your bedroom with candles, rose petals, soft music, your takeaway food and of course the little gift he had for you in celebration of your graduation.

“Just give me a minute.” He called, confirming your suspicions that he was up to something.

“Can I at least get out and dry off?” You called back. He glanced over his handy work and deemed it satisfactory.

“Yep.” He replied.

You took your time drying off and just before you were about to moisturize, Taron told you not to and to not wear your pj’s. You grunted a little bit but gave in.

“I’m opening the door now.” You told him.

“Ok.” He said, waiting with bated breath for your reaction. Your jaw hit the ground.

“Honey, this is amazing.” You said, scanning your bedroom.

“I’m glad you like it.” He responded, wrapping his arms around your waist from behind. Doing that though allowed him to feel the one thing he hadn’t been able to. Your baby bump.

You chuckled and turned in his arms, letting the towel around you drop. Taron’s gaze was on your lower abdomen the whole time. No higher, no lower. He was enamoured to say the least.

“That has got to be the most magical thing I’ve ever seen.” He whispered, slowly grazing his fingers below your navel. You smiled at him. He had such a way with words.

“It’s grown a lot since you left.” You spoke. He looked up at you with a soft grin on his face and peace and wonderment in his eyes.

“I love you both so much.” He replied.

“We love you too.” You responded, running your hand through his thinning hair.

"That feels so good." You said just above a whisper, enjoying the feel of Taron’s hands on your bare back as he massaged out all your knots. When Taron didn't answer, you knew your words were too quiet for him to hear so you moved to sit up and hug him close. Taron wrapped you in his arms protectively. You slightly pulled away a minute later and kissed him tenderly. The man smiling into the kiss.

Taron ran his fingers through your loose hair and held it back so that he could kiss you without your hair coming between you two. You broke the kiss by tugging on Taron’s lower lip slightly. You tried to move away from him again to hug him, but Taron captured your lips and deepened the kiss. He moaned when he felt your tongue ghost along his lower lip. He opened his mouth and let his tongue meet yours in a slow and meaningful kiss. The sparks between you went off like fireworks in your bellies. The attraction growing tenfold between you.

Taron briefly broke the kiss to stand up. He took your hand and when you stood up as well, Taron picked you up and placed you gently on the bed. He then lit the fire logs he had set up in your fireplace before you got out of the bath. He wanted to make sure that everything was warm and cozy for the night of celebration he had planned. Taron proceeded to then take his shirt off and toss it on the ground next to his side of the bed. You watched as the glow of the fire cast shadows across Taron's now chiseled torso, giving him an ethereal glow. He smiled down at you, making you return the gesture.

The Welsh man got down on his knees before you and tenderly kissed your belly. You sat there with love in your eyes as Taron then leaned up and placed a kiss on your forehead.

"You have no idea how blessed I feel to have you in my life." He said as he looked at the ring on your left hand.

"Your parents would be so proud of you as well baby. You’ve made us all proud." Taron told you softly as your eyes welled up with tears.

"I wish they were here. They’d love you so much." You said, letting your tears fall. Taron took your left hand in his.

"I wish I got to meet them but if knowing you is anything to go by, I already know how much they’d approve." Taron said as he leaned closer to you. You smiled at him.

"I’ve been thinking that no matter what the baby’s gender is, we name them after your parents. " Taron said, rendering you speechless. You smiled and nodded your head.

“Are you sure?” You questioned.

“Yes. Absolutely.” He replied before kissing you passionately once again.

You were beyond happy at this point and knowing that Taron wanted your baby to have a special name meant more than the world itself to you. You had no idea how you’d gotten so lucky, but you were so grateful to whoever brought you and Taron together.

Moving from the kiss, Taron removed his jeans and boxers leaving you both exposed to the warmth of the fire.

Taron's lips roamed your body torturously slow, making you moan in contentment. Your eyes fluttering closed when you felt your man leave little love bites all over your body. The very same body that currently housed your first child.

Your nails scratched at Taron's scalp gently as he worked his way to your wanting core.

"So good baby." You breathed out as Taron's tongue grazed your clit. His tongue moving at a slow pace, allowing your body to feel the love he had for you, not just your body but for you as a person.

"Hmm, just like that." You moaned as Taron's overly skilled tongue pleasured your most intimate area.

Taron took his time with you, letting you feel maximum pleasure.

"Stop." You instructed, making Taron look up at you with worry in his eyes.

“What’s the matter?” Taron asked with concern.

"Come here." You whispered. Taron moved up to your lips and kissed them softly.

"Are you ok?" He asked and you nodded.

"I don’t want to rush this. I just want to take it slow." You replied and Taron moved to get off of you. You didn’t mean for him to leave so you simply held him in place so that he couldn't move.

"I just want to feel you against me." You started as you kissed him softly.

"I want to hold you." You said as you kissed him softly again.

"I want to kiss you." You continued as you kissed him again.

"I want to feel you in me." You whispered as you lightly kissed his lips.

"I want you." You concluded as you kissed him tenderly. Both of you moaning as your hands roamed the planes of Taron’s defined bare back.

Taron carefully pushed into you and sighed out in pleasure. Both of you feeling connected and loved. A feeling that you both had truly missed.

"Hmm. You smell like home." You whispered against Taron’s lips. Taron chuckled and looked at you with a love-stricken expression.

"You mean like dirty airports and airplane seats?" He joked, making you lock eyes with him. Taron felt like you were looking into his soul. It made his insides flutter and his cock somewhat twitch within you.

"No, not at all like that. You smell safe. Like you'd do anything to protect me and make me happy." You explained, making Taron smile.

"You smell all that on me, eh?" He teased. You nodded with seriousness.

"You're my safe place and you always have been. You always will be." You admitted as you pulled him down to your wanting lips.

As your kisses began to heat up, Taron thrust into you at a more relaxed and comfortable pace. He looked into your eyes and saw nothing but love and admiration for him.

"I love you y/n and I always will." He breathed out.

Both of you reaching your climaxes in eventual and euphoric bliss.

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angelkurenai · 4 years ago

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Imagine Pedro being teased and questioned about how close he is with you, Gal’s adopted sister, and trying his best to hide the fact that you are actually dating.

“So, Gal, I am going to direct this question mostly at you but of course anyone can get to answer. I actually wanted to know your opinion about it.” Conan said, as Gal herself nodded her head with a smile.

“Oh, please, with pleasure.”

“There have been several photos, and I do not mean just from paps or professionals. Even you on your personal instagram posted a few. Which, to say the least, broke the internet as we all saw.”

“Yeah uh truth is my instagram wasn't working for several hours afterwards and I thought it was just me but then I kept asking others and got the same reply from everyone! Turns out, we caused a blackout of sorts.” Gal laughed, admitting to it before looking away in embarrassment while the rest of the cast nodded their heads as if almost giving her a a playful glare, even through the screen of the computer.

“And the reason behind that, who would have thought, a couple photos!” Jimmy nodded his head “Your sister, your adopted sister (Y/n), came to visit you on the set of Wonder Woman 1984. It was, for lack of better words, a historic moment not just for instagram who crashed because of the popularity of the photos but also for comic book fans worldwide. It was the closest we could get to a Marvel and DC crossover.”

“You say that because she was in her costume in some of them yeah?” Gal asked with a bright smile, always loving to talk about her little sister as Conan nodded his head “Yes, it was (Y/n)'s idea and everyone knows it, I can never say no to my little sister. Plus, she was right; we had so much fun fooling around in our costumes! I had more fun than I've ever had on a set of a movie before. And, yes, I almost always enjoy the movies I'm in, but this one- this one was truly something else! We- almost everyone, I think, played along as we acted as our characters and filmed some scenes just for laughs. I really really hope they make it into the bloopers somehow.”

“So you're planning on taking down youtube next, I see. I see.” the host nodded his head with playfully narrowed eyes, seeming all suspicious and making everyone laugh.

“No, no I swear! I don't want to!” she said in between laughter “We all had so much fun and an amazing time on set and in front of the cameras, playing superheroes that it would be incredible for the fans to see! It's- Really, it is kind of an unofficial crossover that should make it to the internet at least!”

“I'll have to-” Patty spoke up “I'll have to give it to Gal, she is right. (Y/n) had this amazing idea and creative at the same time because she had a small plot in her mind and lines and everything concerning the set. We all did a small setup and filmed it and, honestly, it came out to be real good!”

“Patty is no even exaggerating and Gal is certainly right. We had so much fun filming that small crossover, and (Y/n)'s ideas were brilliant! Fans will definitely love it!” Kristen said in addition.

“She truly is an incredibly talented, smart and creative person, besides an absolute darling. So kind to everyone and sweet, we all couldn't get enough of her. And-” Patty raised a finger “I will say it here once more because Gal has heard it before: the fastest we've filmed a scene in this movie. And it was all thanks to how professional she was, it was truly incredible!”

“Well, I can't ever deny it, my little sister is the biggest star there is! Oscars or other awards aside, she proves how great she is on every set on her own!”

“And you are definitely her biggest fan, as we all can clearly tell.” Conan pointed out with a small laugh “Speaking of, I think we do have someone who could only be described as your main rival on that sweet stop of being your sister's number one fan. Someone who hasn't been shy about expressing his admiration about (Y/n) but who has yet to utter a word.” Conan looked back up from his papers and said someone almost felt his heart jump in fear and nervousness, hoping that at least nobody noticed that he was indeed being silent for a reason “Pedro, you're being uncharacteristically quiet about this one, especially for something that caused Instagram to crash within thirty minutes of the photos being uploaded. I'm not- I'm not used to this from you. Come on, talk to me. Say what's on your mind.”

“This is oddly- I'm getting strange deja vu vibes here. Must be cause of that one time I visited a therapist. Long story short, it was only one session for me and about hm at least 25 for him. I heard he's still going to a therapist now.” he shrugged casually, earning laughter from everyone. He chuckled slightly himself, glancing over the screen of his computer while trying his best to keep anything from showing on his face even more so his smile, rubbing the back of his neck.

“I mean-” he cleared his throat “Ah man, what else can I say? The ladies have spoken, and they've said exactly what- I believe anyone that gets the opportunity to work with (Y/n) or watch her movies would agree she is one of a kind.” he shrugged softly with an adorable smile “Besides, it feels like anything I say is just going to be used against me, so I- I better keep on silently observing. That does seem like it's the safest option here.”

Pedro's laugh was more of a nervous if not awkward one, but he was pretty confident it was just no different to how he would usually laugh away questions he didn't want to answer in interviews. Most celebrities did the same, he wouldn't be the first nor the last, so he didn't expect Conan to insist any further. He didn't want to push his luck, he had been really successful (if not blessed after all these close calls) with all these online interviews to not have everything revealed by accident, so now especially with the current topic, he didn't feel like messing things up. He loved this privacy, he didn't want to lose it not yet, he wanted you and this all to himself for now. And he wanted the story of how you met, of how over that one month and a half on set he felt himself fall in love with you.

And yet... Yet, he was probably a weak man, a man who couldn't help but indulge even if he knew it could probably get him in trouble. You were worth it, though, you were worth all of it and as you were his weakest spot and so indulge he did. He slowly chewed on his lower lip and he so subtly looked over the screen of his computer.

His eyes fell on you, still splayed on his bed, book in one hand and steaming mug on the nightstand – your nightstand on your side of the bed, the thought of which made his heart flutter inside his chest – hair slightly messy, that oversized Mandalorian shirt on, which you'd gotten all excited amongst many many more fandom related toys a couple months ago and couldn't wait for him to see. A shirt which had, inevitably, ended up being taken off you barely ten minutes later starting from him stealing kisses and leading to the two of you making love till the very morning in between endless giggles. The pup you'd gotten – the both of you – not so long ago made a small noise drawing your attention for a short moment as you kept petting him, the both of you too tired to do anything else after an exhausting day of playing. Pedro couldn't complain, although he'd been a part of it he had mostly spent time filming everything even if you hadn't been the one to ask him to, he couldn't help it.

It was something that the both of you decided on and although you hadn't said it out loud, you both knew and at least Pedro hoped, that it was the next step, a very important one, in your relationship besides you moving in with him. To be responsible for another living being together was, if not a test, at least a way to see how well you could cooperate. And, if he could say so himself, you had been doing great so far.

“Good morning, darling. Here for morning kisses? Yes? Come up here.” your giggles were able to warm him more than the sunlight coming through the window “Ooooh someone really loves mommy, don't you?”

And then your words set his entire being alight. Or more specifically that one particular word.

“Well-” he stretched a bit, his arms finding your waist again to bring you closer and cuddle with you “Who doesn't love mommy in this house?” he couldn't help it as his smile turned into a lovestruck grin “Morning, mi amor.”

“Good morning, darling.” you pecked his lips “And don't worry, mommy loves daddy back, enough to make up for the rest of the world.”

As if reading his mind, you chose to look up from your book at him, smiling as you held his gaze for a good few seconds. So much love was evident, even in those few seconds, he could almost feel his own heart burst. Yet another reason for him to control his reactions from showing just how much on high on happiness and love he was. You shook your head, eyes wide as you heard Conan speak again, you playfully mouthed to him “Focus!”

As subtly as possible he tried to clear his throat and taking the mug of coffee that was beside his computer, he took a sip and decided to focus on it as much as he could. Until the subject changed, at least.

“...Wise man. I feel you, so don't worry I'll leave you to it.” if only he knew the big sigh of relief Pedro tried to hold back as Conan continued “It's the tactic I follow 99% of the time when I'm out with my wife, just smile and wave kind of thing. Alright-” he nodded his head in thought “Alright, well, let me ask you all something else. You keep saying in front of the cameras and talking about this small crossover, but I assume she must have been around for longer than that, yes?”

“Yes, yes she was there for at least a month, a month and a half I think. She was on vacation, after being done with filming, and she decided that before heading home that she'd come by and visit us. It was meant to be for a short period of time. She loved the place... the people, perhaps, how could I know for sure?” she shrugged not looking innocent in the least bit, earning a few laughs.

“Anyway-” she cleared her throat “And you see before she knew it, before we all did, one week turned into two turned into three and so on. It-” she chuckled “She was around on set and with us on all those beautiful locations we were in. And while we were all working and walking around with purpose and the need to finish this scene with so much pressure on- on our shoulders and she was just sitting around with a iced coffee or tea on her hand, sunglasses on and phone on the other hand looking she didn't have a single care in the world. It kind of made everyone a little bit jealous to be honest.”

“A little? Cause I sense that there's more than you're letting on, Gal. Come on, spill the tea.”

“Alright more than a little.” she laugh “I mean, it wasn't all the time, of course. Just the first couple days mostly but you can imagine how it was. It seemed like she did it on purpose sometimes.”

“Twistin' the knife even deeper, that's what she's best at. Oh I know!” Conan nodded his head “I'm actually afraid to invite her on the show because I fear how bad she'll roast me. Andy-” he laughed “Andy is the only one who has the most fun during those interviews.”

“I know right? Boy you tell me!” Gal exclaimed “That little shit. I adore her to no end but I really had the hardest of time when she was around. She just had to make comments on everything she could, especially when I was acting. I couldn't stop laughing sometimes, but nobody got mad at her. It was always my fault somehow!”

“I mean she's just so sweet, how could we be mad at her?” Patty added.

“She messed up so many of my scenes!” Gal pretended to be angry but her smile gave it away “But it's true, I couldn't even be mad at her. I don't get to see her that often, because of the work we both do, so I would give anything to have my sister with me like that every other chance I got. Even if I got all the blame for it, there's nothing I wouldn't do for her, you understand.”

“Aw that's- that's incredibly sweet, actually. It's- that's the exact opposite of me and my brother so no I can't really understand to be honest, but alright.” Conan laughed “Well, then, you really got your chance this time, right? You had the opportunity to spend all this time with her. When you were not working of course.”

“I...” Gal trailed off, her smile turning into a mischievous one but the rest of her expression trying to remain innocent, and failing at it because she truly wasn't even trying “Well, I would say yes. And I would agree with you. And I would even ramble about the wonderful two months I spent with my sister... If that had been the case. If I had really seen her for more than a week total, then yeah I would say that.”

“Wha- P-Pardon me?” Conan blinked in surprise “Didn't you j-just say your sister was with you on set for about two months? Or have I been in a parallel universe all this time and I just now came back to our reality?”

“Oh no it's very much our reality but I also did mean what I said. My sister was on set, and I did see her quiet often. But did I spend almost all of my free time with her? Did she spend hers with me? Nope. And that-” again with a far-from-innocent shrug “That is probably the only question I can answer. What she did? Did she have fun?... Who she was with? I wish I knew. What I know is I wasn't the one closest to her on set.”

“So you're telling me, (Y/n) was on set full of people she didn't really know, and you, her sister, barely spent any time with her? I'm gonna assume the rest of you didn't spend more time with her compared to Gal, right?” he asked and got nods from everyone, well, everyone who had their eyes on their screen and therefore looking at Conan, because there was still one that would avoid eye-contact even through the screen “Well, then, who was closest to her on set, if not you?”

“She, well-” Gal paused, smile all too sweet as she added “There could be someone...”

Said someone who couldn't even look up from his mug of coffee, as if it was the most interesting thing in the entire world, and didn't dare say a word for fearing of messing things up; even if his silence spoke volumes as it was. A silence which was... even more intense than before. Even more... real. Probably because it wasn't just in his head, probably because it wasn't just from his part.

Blinking several times, he slowly raised his head to look up from his mug and at the screen of his computer. Only to be met with the eyes of the rest of the group staring at... well, they were staring at the screen of their own computers but for some reason – a reason which he knew all too well – he felt like all eyes were suddenly on him. And they probably were. Because Gal was being nice about it but almost everyone had noticed how much time you had spent with Pedro during those almost two months. You had just met back then so they didn't imply anything back then but now... now they could just as well do so.

“I-” he laughed and he hated how nervous he sounded “Is it time to talk about my character?” he asked almost shyly, nearly praying on the inside that they would say yes and let him change the subject “Well, Max Lord is a guy who-”

“Are you trying to change the subject there, Pedro? One can wonder why.” Conan narrowed his eyes “Come on, don't be shy. Share your opinion here, or maybe your personal experience. Since I am assuming you do have one?”

“Yes, Pedro, why don't you share your opinion with us?” Gal raised an eyebrow, small smirk on her lips “You've been particularly interested in that drink the past couple minutes apparently.”

“I-” Pedro paused, before shaking his head with a laugh “This is going to be a long interview. I can tell.”

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lilacyennefer · 4 years ago

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A Future with You

A/N: Hi everyone! So, I had the idea for this fluffy little piece, and I had to write it during the weekend. It's not really proof readed so forgive me for any mistakes. I got really insecure about my writing, and how I write Angel, so any feedback is greatly appretiated. Enjoy the rest of the weekend, and have a beautiful week <3

Summary: Angel meets with your son for the first time.

WARNING: none, it’s fluffy

At first, you were nervous to tell Angel that you have a 4 years old son, Luke.

To your biggest surprise, Angel loved the fact, and he couldn’t wait to meet with him, but unfortunately Angel was really busy in the past few weeks, with all the club business, the rebels, and doing shifts at the scrapyard.

That’s when you decided to bring Luke to the scrapyard to meet with Angel, since your son was restless about meeting this badass biker you told him about.

You knew that once Luke and Angel met, there’s no going back from this.

They either would really like each other, or really don’t, and if your son doesn’t like Angel, then you have to break up with him, since you don’t want your son to be around someone he doesn’t like.

But it also was important for Angel to like Luke, since if things would go nicely, he would become a father figure for him.

You take a deep breath before you take Luke’s small hand into yours and walk into the scrapyard with him.

You hear him say a ‘wow’ excitedly as he looked around, and it didn’t take long until you spotted Angel, who was working on his bike.

He was wearing a sleeveless green Romero Brothers shirt, his tattooed arms are on full display, making you lick your lips.

He didn’t saw you coming, not until the point you were close enough for him to hear you say:

“Hey there, handsome.”

Angel wasn’t expecting to hear your voice, but he immediately recognised it, making him look up from his work.

With a smile on his face, he looked up at you, but his smile faded quickly as he looked at the little boy next to you.

Luke was hiding behind your leg, suddenly being shy in front of the tall, intimidating looking biker in front of him.

“I know you’re busy” you start nervously “but someone couldn’t wait to meet with you.”

Angel’s eyes shift back at you, then back to your son.

Nervously, he wipes his hands clean, then he walks up to you.

With a smile on his face, he squats down to be on the same eye level as Luke, then reaches his hand out to your son, who’s still intimidated.

“I’m Angel.”

Your toddler looks at the big hand in front of him, then reaching his tiny hand out to shake it.

Angel couldn’t help but smile when he wraps his fingers around Luke’s tiny ones, his smile makes the 4 years old smile too.

“Do you want to see what I’m working on?” The biker asks the toddler, who suddenly jumped from behind your legs, his previous nervousness disappeared so quickly as he looked at the bikes behind Angel.

“Yes!” Luke said enthusiastically, taking Angel’s hand as he led the toddler to the bikes.

You crossed your arms in front of your chest as you watched your boyfriend with your son, all your worries going away when you see how much they like each other already.

“When I grow up I want to be like you!” You hear Luke say excitedly.

The toddler’s words meant so much to Angel, he could feel his eyes fill with tears.

Having a father who never actually loved him made Angel think ten times more about having a child, and his lifestyle was also something that worried him when it came to having a family. He never thought that he’d be worthy to be a father, he was way too insecure about many things, and he didn’t want to fuck someone’s life up, since he already fucked up his.

But having Luke around, even if it was only for a few minutes, he started to change his mind.

Angel started to think about how he wants to spend his whole life with you and Luke, and how much he wants to have his little family to grow.

“Luke, it’s time to go.” You call for your son.

“Nnnnoooo! Mommy please!” He says with a pout, and puppy eyes.

“C’mon baby, it’s lunch time, and we showed up uninvited.” You say.

You really didn’t want to bother Angel at his work, and Luke needed to have lunch soon, then take his nap.

“Mi dulce, it’s really fine.” Angel says, trying to convince you to stay a little longer.

You look at him, and you can tell that he actually means it, and wants to spend more time with the two of you.

You look away from Angel, down to your son.

“Aren’t you hungry, Luke?”

You see your son think for a second before he looks at the ground, kicking some dirt.

“I am.” He says faintly “but I want to stay with Angel.” Luke pouts again.

“I’m coming with you then.” Angel shrugs.

“Angel…” you try to protest, but Angel was having none of it.

“It’s going to be fine! I’ll go talk to Bishop.” And with that, Angel was on his way to the clubhouse.

You follow him with your eyes, worrying that you caused any problem for him.

Luke taking your hand snapped you out from your thoughts, making you look down at him with a smile.

“I like him!” He smiles at you.

You brush your fingers through his hair, making him giggle.

“I like him too, peanut.” You tell him, then see Angel walk out from the clubhouse.

“Alright, I got like an hour, so let’s go and eat.”

“Can we take your bike?” Luke asks the biker excitedly.

“Absolutely not!” Angel and You both say in unison.

——

10 minutes later you walk into one of your local diners, looking for a booth for the three of you.

“Can I sit next to you?” Luke asks from Angel, taking the biker’s hand in his tiny ones as he looks up at him.

“Of course you can!” Angel smiles down at him.

Angel helped Luke sit inside the booth, then sitting down next to him, you in front of them.

“Alright, little man, what would you like to eat?” Angel asks your son.

“Hamburger!”

Angel looks at you with raised eyebrows, and a smile on his face “Okay, mami, can we get hamburgers for lunch?”

You sigh dramatically “How could I say no to my favourite boys?”

Luckily, the diner had menus for children, so Luke didn’t get a normal sized hamburger.

All three of you had so much fun during lunch, Luke absolutely adored being around Angel, and you could tell that Angel liked to be around Luke too.

“Mama, I have a serious question.” Luke starts, his expression is just as serious as his question will be.

“Can I get some ice cream?”

Angel laughs at the toddler’s question, he wasn’t expecting his serious question would be about ice cream.

“You know what?” You asked “You can.”

“We should get some too.” Angel offers.

You order ice cream for everyone, Luke wanted chocolate flavoured, you chose your favourite one, and Angel got caramel flavour.

While waiting for your ice creams, Luke was checking out Angel’s tattoos that were still on display in the sleeveless shirt.

“You can touch them if you want.” Angel tells the toddler as he pushes his tattooed arm closer to him.

Luke hesitantly traced his tiny fingers over Angel’s skin, admiring the black ink decorating his skin.

“Can I have tattoos too?” Luke looks at you curiously.

“When you’re old enough, yes.” You agree.

“Old like Angel?”

“Did you just call me old?” Angel looks down at Luke, pretending to be offended from his question.

You see Luke think for a few seconds before he simply says “Yeah.”

Angel dramatically places a hand over his chest, his mouth is open from the hurt he pretends he feels.

The scene makes both You and Luke laugh, Angel eventually joining too, as he can’t hold his laughter anymore.

“To be fair, you are actually older than both of us.” You add.

“Never heard any complain before.” Angel raised his eyebrows at you.

“Oh, I’m not complaining! I was simply stating the truth.”

Angel doesn’t have the chance to reply as the waitress walks up to your table, placing your ice creams in front of you.

You were having a casual, fun conversation with your boyfriend, Luke was too busy with enjoying his ice cream.

When he was finished, Angel was still eating his, it was placed on the table.

Angel’s full attention was on you as he talked, but you saw Luke move closer to him with his spoon in his hands, and with a quick move he took a spoonful of Angel’s ice cream.

“Luke!” You laugh, your mouth dropped open from the surprise.

Angel, just as surprised as you, looked down next to him, seeing Luke snickering with the spoon in his mouth.

“He stole from your ice cream.” You inform Angel when you see that he’s totally clueless about what just happened.

Angel grabs his ice cream and holds it towards Luke “Do you want some more?”

Luke hesitates, then shakes his head “No, thank you.”

By the time you finish the rest of your ice creams, Luke was sleepy, ready for his afternoon nap.

Angel paid for the bill, and when he saw that Luke was about to fall asleep, he offered to carry him.

“Are you sure? You don’t have to do this.” You tell Angel, but he already lifted Luke up, and the toddler automatically wrapped his arms around Angel’s neck.

The biker caressed his back, making Luke snuggle against him more.

The sight of Angel holding Luke, and how your son peacefully was dozing off on Angel, and how much Angel already cares about Luke makes your heart melt, and you suddenly feel the urge to have a baby with your boyfriend.

“I’m sure.” Angel kisses you sweetly on the lips.

——

Luke was still asleep when you dropped off Angel at the scrapyard, none of you wanted to wake him up to say goodbye.

This caused Luke to cry when he woke up and he realised Angel wasn’t with him anymore.

You had to call Angel so he could talk with Luke, calming the crying toddler down. At the end of the conversation, you heard the biker promise Luke that he will be there to read him a bedtime story.

Angel’s promise made the toddler stop crying immediately, making him all excited about the evening to come.

You spent the rest of the afternoon playing with Luke, and watching his favourite cartoons before it was time for lunch, then later for his bath.

“Where’s Angel, mommy?” Luke asks you, sitting on the bed in his pajamas.

“I’m sure he’ll be here soon, baby.”

As soon as you said this, you heard a faint knock on the door.

“Angel!” Luke yelled as he got up from his bed, running towards the front door.

You open the door, only to find a fresh looking Angel standing there, in his jeans and a plaid shirt.

Luke immediately jumped on Angel, making the biker lift him up as he stepped inside your house.

“I hope I’m not too late.” He says as he kicks his shoes off.

“Just in time.” You answer sweetly.

You follow Angel as he takes Luke to his room, the sound of your son’s laugh filled the house from Angel’s tickling.

“Alright, little man. It’s time to go to bed.” Angel gently places Luke down on his bed, tucking the toddler in.

“What do we read tonight?”

“The Cat in the Hat!” Luke explains excitedly.

Angel sat down on Luke’s bed, the book open on his lap.

You place a gentle kiss on your son’s forehead, wishing him a goodnight as you walk out of his room, leaving him with Angel.

20 minutes later Angel joins you in the kitchen, kissing your cheek when he stops next to you.

“He’s asleep.” He informs you as he wraps his strong arms around you, pulling you close to his body.

“Are you hungry?” You ask Angel. “I put some of the dinner away for you.”

“I could eat, thank you.” Angel kisses your neck before he lets you go and sits down to the kitchen table.

“There you go.” You kiss Angel on the lips as you put the plate down in front of him.

You sit down at the table too, looking at him eat before you speak.

“Thank you for today.” You say sincerely “You didn’t have to do all this what you just did, we showed up uninvited. I hope we didn’t cause any trouble for you.”

“Querida, I loved to do all of this.” Angel answers “Bishop understood, and I loved to spend time with you.”

“Thank you.” You smile “You’re really good with him. And he really likes you already.”

“I like him too. He’s a great kid.”

“You know,” you start nervously “he deserves a father figure like you.”

You see Angel swallow nervously “I’m scared shitless. To be a father. I’m afraid I’ll fuck this up, I’ll ruin his life. But spending this day with the two of you made me realise how much I want to be a part of this, all of this. Raising him, taking care of him, going to his school programs to support him, and one day when we are ready to have more babies.”

“I understand your worries, all of them.” You reach your hand to take Angel’s in yours, caressing your thumb over his tattooed hand “But I’m here with you. I don’t expect you to do everything from the first moment! But I do appreciate everything that you do. And we don’t have to rush things! Baby steps, Angel, baby steps. And we do this together.”

Angel squeezes your hand “Together.”

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wyn-n-tonic · 4 years ago

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We Can Stay Like This Forever

Word Count: 2,385 Warnings: Uh... yearning. A crumb of smut. Dialogue heavy bullshit tbh. Author's Note: God okay, I've been sitting on this for like a month now? I wrote this when I couldn't focus on my own characters anymore and my brain needed to visualize parts of the scene I was trying to write using the body language of a character I already know and love so well. This is written in second person but the reader has a name. It was an experiment dashed out in a drunken fervor that made my editor weep. Anyway, if you see any of these lines in a book one day... no you don't.

MASTERLIST

“Javi, I haven’t loved you since I was twent—“

“That's bullshit and you know it,” he interrupts, voice coming out hard but arms crossed tighter than they have been all night, replacing the pressure of kevlar he’s so used to. Protective, defensive, stopping the bullets from reaching him where it matters the most.

Your lips are raw from dragging your teeth across them but biting down is the only thing that stops the tears from springing to the surface. You never thought you’d see him again, you never thought he’d be standing in your kitchen only strides away; two for him, four for you. You saw the news coming out of Colombia, heard it in the supermarket passed from ear to ear straight from his dad’s mouth. Javier Peña was the walking dead.

Javi left Lorraine for you. You gave him a choice and he made it and you, being certain he’d lean the other way, couldn’t live with that guilt. When you wrote that first letter, you didn’t expect a response. You just wanted to apologize, you wanted him to know that you were sorry. You didn’t expect to hear his voice on the other end weeks later when you picked up the phone. Hell, you had pushed the letter so far out of your mind that you’d forgotten you’d included your number.

And now he’s standing in front of you, tangible as ever. No longer just the boy you loved but a man aged so roughly by sun and stress that you are breaking within wishing that you had been there to smooth it all over.

“Goddamn it, Clara,” that hard tone reaches towards you again but he loosens his stance, the toned arms still holding close to his body but the tension bottoming out to his exhaustion, “are you going to say anything or are you going to just keep looking at me like I’m a fucking ghost?”

“Is that not what you are?” Your voice is broken when you find it again, the tears really do come now. “A ghost from my past come back to haunt my bad decisions? Tell me I fucked up?”

“Is that what you think I’m here for? Is that why you think I came to you first thing instead of my family?” He exhales a breath you didn’t realize he was holding and drags a hand through his hair, pinning you in place with his eyes. “Can I smoke in here?”

“I thought you quit.”

“Yeah well,” another exhale, the slightest hint of laughter on his lips, “I thought a lot of things I’ve been wrong about too.”

And god, those eyes. Simultaneously the warmest, softest brown but so black they look like blown out pupils. Like he’s the one who’s been snorting the cocaine, not busting those that do. You don’t even register the insult before nodding your head. What’s a little cigarette smoke when you run the risk of him walking out that door and not coming back?

But isn’t that what you want? Isn’t that the purpose of this conversation? Are you not being the same bitch you were all those years ago praying that he’ll be the one to walk out on you this time? Bringing it back full circle to that decision you forced on him half a lifetime ago?

“Yeah?” He doesn’t sound sure and even though your eyes are anywhere but on his now, you haven’t felt his leave you this whole time.

“Yeah,” you whisper to your feet like they’re the most interesting goddamn thing in the world.

After years of practice, he’s quick about it, you don’t even realize he’s lit up until he lets go of that first puff and, with it, the entire room changes. It’s not angry, it’s not hard, it’s… twenty years of heartache and longing compounding, neither party believing they’re good enough for the other.

You look back at the tired man standing in front of you, “Javier, I—“

“No. No, let me talk,” he rubs his eyes with his free hand, drags it down his golden cheek and smirks. Another inhale and, “I didn’t come here to tell you that you fucked up, you’ve said it plenty. We’ve been talking for months, we fell back in stride like nothing ever happened, like I hadn’t spent years pretending every woman I fucked was you because it was like you’d never left my side. Almost twenty-five hundred miles, Clara, I was a world away from you and when I came home at the end of the day the last six months…” he’s the one biting his lip now, “I could call you no matter the time and the sound of your voice made me feel like a normal person. Like I still had a shot at this world beyond the bounty on my head.”

His exhaustion, his softness, is palpable now as he stops to suck in a breath like he hasn’t taken one this whole time and then…

“If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t have written. If you didn’t love me, you would’ve hung up. If you didn’t love me, you wouldn’t answer the phone at one o’clock in the fucking morning to tell me to breathe through the anger and the sadness and the horror I witnessed. But if that’s the story you want to stick with, I’ll go. I don’t expect anything I just…” his voice hitches, the cigarette long forgotten between his fingers, “I just wanted to see if your face still lights up when you laugh or if that had changed after two decades. It hasn’t and it’s still both my favorite sight and sound in the world. I’m sorry I didn’t fight harder to watch it grow through the years.”

He looks to the right of him and throws the cigarette in the sink. Pushing off the counter with his other hand, he takes one step forward and fixes his eyes on yours again. “Tell me I’m wrong, Clara. Tell me you don’t love me and I won’t ever darken your home aga—“

“I love you.”

And he’s on you. Just like that. Just one more step to close the distance and his body presses to yours. His large hands come up to cradle your jaw and his nose slots perfectly into place against yours and his lips touch down like a plane with faulty landing gear, crashing against yours all hot breath and stale tobacco and, oh god, the smell of him. Soap and sweat, the chemical make up of his scent flooding your senses to make you feel whole again when you didn’t even know how much you missed it.

His hands are sliding down gently, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer. With his strong arms lifting you away from the counter, you no longer need to support yourself against it and you’re grabbing for him, trying harder to wring the space from between you like a worn rag but nothing is left.

The feel of him is something new, however. He’s not that scrawny kid who awkwardly held you to him, unsure of how his touches were affecting your body and pleasure. No, this Javier is different. Older, experienced, more tender than you remember him ever being, so sure of himself and just… thicker. Two shirt sizes up from the man you walked away from, his formerly wiry muscles are almost bubble wrapped in a way. What used to knot against you in hard planes of flesh and bone now give quietly against your touch as you’re pulling at the only thing that separates you now.

But suddenly, he’s breaking away. All heavy breaths and wildly flushed cheeks, his lips have left yours and the ache you numbed in his absence returns like a migraine after sleep. You need him and he’s gone again and you’re chasing his kiss with a whine as he replaces his lips with a thumb, cradling your face once more and shushing you, “Cálmate, mi amor. Está bien. Are we moving too fast right now?”

And you are breathless as you answer, “We are not moving fast enough, Javier.”

“I just don’t want you to think that this is all that I want. That you will wake to find an empty bed tomorrow.”

“If I woke to find an empty bed tomorrow, that’s exactly what I’d deserve.”

Those eyebrows knit up in confusion, the lines that have made their home on his forehead making you simultaneously weak in their beauty as evidence of his life and sad in the tragedy that you weren’t there to watch him earn them.

“Clarita,” his tone is so soft, the endearment coming to him as naturally now as it did in the before, “If it’s punishment you think you deserve then I’m here to tell you that you’re wrong. I chose you, you didn’t beg for it. I did that of my own accord. And when you chose to walk away because you felt guilty, I did beg you. I’ll own it, I begged and pined but you couldn’t get out of your own head long enough to see that you were never the issue, you were the solution. You still are. I have searched for you in everybody I’ve ever met. So tell me,” his hands are wrapping around your arms now, “Are you ready to forgive yourself and find me in your bed tomorrow morning?”

“Yes,” comes barely audible through parted lips as his find yours once more, knocking the breath from your chest as his hands slide down to your hips. He digs his fingers into the denim there and slowly starts to guide you through the home that’s not his thinking, correctly, that the only door at the end of the hallway is the destination he really booked from Bogotá.

And he is burning a hole through you, his entire being set on fire against you in the already blazing Texas heat. He is gentle as he pushes you down, climbing on top with one arm out to break both your falls. His shirt was abandoned somewhere in the kitchen, shoes kicked off in the hallway with your shorts not far behind. His belt buckle is riding against you as he rocks his hips down, forgetting the metal between you in his hunger for you to feel him.

He feels you wince, the whine swallowed between his lips but he’s pulling back like he’s electrocuted you. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” your hands are shaking as you take advantage of the space between, “just take your pants off.”

He hits you with that crooked smile and meets your hands where they’re still trembling at his hips and, god, he’s swift. He wastes no time kicking off his jeans and falling back into you, pressing back into you. You can feel him straining against his briefs but his patience is unmatched as he savors every taste of your mouth, every nip at the warm skin of your neck and chest. His hands are exploring the years that have marked your body as you mentally catalogue the scars that have taken over his.

He’s pushed your shirt up as far as it will go without leaving you but when he finally does to lift it away, the separation is so quick that it feels like nothing. He’s everywhere and you’re delirious, half thinking you’re imagining him moaning into you as he takes your hand in his to put it where he wants it.

You almost think…but, no, that’s not how that works. Your brain is fucking with you, unable to reconcile the man on top of you with the memory of the boy you loved once upon a time. But you swear, he’s bigger. He holds his breath as your hand slides between him and his waistband and he’s looking down at you like he’s never been touched at all. The sadness showcased across the softness of his face is made worse by the sheen of sweat and blush across his nose. You’d almost believe it if you couldn’t feel the heartbeat in his hardness, waiting for you to make the next move.

After two beats of aching silence, looking up into the galaxies he has the audacity to call eyes, your other hand moves to push at his waistband. If you thought he was urgent before, the graceful rush to join your efforts is gold medal worthy. Your senses are delayed, you’re not sure if the sound of fabric hitting the ground comes before or after he’s ripping at the only bit of fabric that separates you now.

“Fuck,” he rests his forehead to yours, “I'll buy you another pair.” The confusion bubbles into laughter as you realize that, yes, he actually tore them from your body.

But the bubbling laughter in your throat squeezes into a tight gasp, the air punched from your lungs as he steadies himself against you. His long fingers are brushing your hair to the side as he leans down and whispers against your lips, “Can I?”

“Please,” but your begging is lost in his response before the word has fully left your lips. He is grabbing in a way you haven’t felt in years. Hungry, like he can’t get enough, like it’s all he needs.

It is devastating, the build up. He’s ripping through the deepest parts of you and you’re convinced, wholeheartedly, that the only truth you’ve ever known rides on the waves of his name. His grip tightens, his teeth dragging down your jawline and warmth takes over as an earthquake shatters what little composure you’ve kept.

He moans low in his throat once.

Twice.

Three times it dies out against your ear like it’s only meant for you. Like it was all only meant for you.

He’s smiling as he softens, you can hear it in his voice as he slowly asks, “Can we just stay like this for a minute?”

You press your lips to that dimple, singular and lonely on the right side of his face; so far gone from a five o’clock shadow, you’d almost think he’s been forty all his life.

“Javier,” your fingers wind tighter through the sweat slick curls at the crown of his head, “we can stay like this forever.”

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suchalonelysunflower · 4 years ago

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Merry Crisis (a.i)

Pairing: Ashton Irwin (ft.5SOS) X Fem!reader (Dad!Ash)

Summary: Shopping is always stressful, but when you have a baby on the way... it can become a chaos, especially when you have 3 crazy best friends with you.

Warnings: Language. Fluff and some crackhead moments. Reader uses she/her pronouns. Mentions of Birth. Some grammar mistakes (English is not my first language, sorry)

Word count: 4.5 k

Author’s note: Hello! This is my first Holiday fic with 5SOS and it’s Ashton’s turn to shine (even tho each boy gets their moment) This was so fun to write, I did it on my sociology class (so maybe it’s not that perfect) and I love it very much and I hope you do too! Reblogs, feedback and comments are always welcome and encouraged! Support your writers! ❤️ Hope you like it and Happy Reading 🦋❤️

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Twas the evening before Christmas, the streets were filled with Christmas lights and the chill air of Los Angeles made everything cozier as families gathered around the fireplace and enjoyed the most peaceful of times…

This statement does not apply to our favorite band, tho.

Our four Australians were not enjoying a cup of hot cocoa with their families as they were supposed to, oh no. They were doing the most dreadful thing a person could think of doing the night before dear Santa came to visit: They were Christmas shopping.

In their defense - or at least Calum’s, Michael’s and Luke’s defense, this was all Ashton’s fault for he was the one that dragged them to the crowded mall in the middle of one of the busiest days of the year. And, in Ashton’s defense, it was not his fault that the store had called him in the middle of a recording session to tell him that they finally had the only thing he wanted for Christmas: A music box.

He just had to get it before everyone else.

“Why did we come all over here for a little music box?” Asked Michael as they stood at the end of the line for the register. How could they only have one register open? It’s Christmas for fucks sake! but then again, it’s Christmas for fucks sake, so they know that people should be with their families instead of working a poorly paid job.

“It was the last one!” Ashton claimed, admiring the little circular box in his hand “It’s a limited edition and I just had to get it for Y/N and for the baby”

His eyes lit up when your name escaped his lips. Not even a year ago did he officially make you his wife, but now you were carrying his child! People might think it was rushed, but for Ashton it was the complete opposite. He had his life made when he met you, knowing that he will marry you as soon as he could… he had to wait a few more years to do that, but he was extremely happy, more so now that your little family was expanding. He loved you and your child with all his heart, and the boys all knew that so they can't even be mad about it, even if he kidnapped them to the mall with the promise of some cinnabuns later.

“She had one of these when she was little” Ashton continued as he admired the little hand painted details of the box “It always played a little lullaby to help her sleep. But it broke a few years ago and she always complained about not having one like this for her kids one day… But now she will!” The black haired man smiled.

“Shit, that’s actually pretty sweet” Michael commented “Okay, you’re forgiven”

“I don’t know if I want to hug you for being the perfect husband, or to kick you in the balls for being the perfect husband and making the rest of us feel bad” Luke chuckled.

The four boys laughed at the comment and started talking about their plans for the Holidays as they waited for the line to move. The problem was, it has been fifteen minutes and the line has only moved once.

“How long is this line anyway?” Calum said, peeking over the side, furrowing his eyebrows as he noticed at least thirty more people waiting in front of them “Shit, this is going to take a while. That man has at least twenty plushies and eleven race cars”

“I don’t know how people could leave this kind of stuff for the last minute” Ashton huffed, earning a death glare from each of his friends “This one is different, tho! It was the last one!”

“I’ll give you a hundred bucks for that!” Someone said behind Luke, making him jump at the sudden surprise.

“What the-” Luke said, placing a hand over his heart.

It was a short man in a trench coat who pointed to the music box in Ashton’s hand.

Ashton furrowed his eyebrows and said to the man “Uh, not a chance mate”

“Two hundred?”

“Nope”

“Five hundred?” The man would just not cave and Ashton was getting fed up with it, luckily Calum noticed and hurried to say something before his friend started a scene.

“Hey, mr. Devito wannabe. He said no, so just go bother someone else. Okay?”

The man scoffed and turned his face to the side, stating that he was offended. The four Australians rolled their eyes and turned their backs to him once again.

Another fifteen minutes passed and the line barely moved. The guys were not talking anymore, running out of things to say past the twenty minute mark. Each of them were bored out of their minds, well all but Ashton at least, he was still gleaming with pride as he looked at the music box and created scenarios in his head and thought about the joy that would be mirrored in your eyes once you open it tomorrow morning.

After a few more minutes of silence, Luke was the first one to break it “I think I’m just gonna get a coffee and wait in the car. These boots are killing me today” He looked at Ashton as if to ask permission, but the dark haired man just shrugged and nodded, asking him to buy one for him as well and to leave it in the car.

Michael then added “Yeah, I think I’m gonna go and check the electronics this store has. I think I saw a new camera that would be perfect for my streams”

And that only left Calum and Ashton waiting in line. But about five seconds later, Calum opened his mouth.

“Yes, you can go explore, too” Ashton said with a sigh before Calum even got a chance to ask.

“Cool” The curly man said, patting Ashton on the back before muttering a ‘I’ll be right back’ Leaving him alone with the music box.

Ashton didn’t mind. In fact, he kind of enjoyed this time alone. It gave him plenty of opportunities to imagine a new future for the both of you next to your little baby boy or girl. He catched a glimpse of families walking around the mall, buying gifts or eating a snack as they smiled at each other. He couldn’t wait for that to be his new normal.

He remembered the time when you told him you were pregnant. You gifted him a special baby bodysuit that said “My daddy is the best drummer in the world and there is nothing you can do about it” next to your positive pregnancy test. Ashton always wanted to start a family, especially if it was with you, but he never expected it to be so soon. Yet, once he held the test in his trembling hands, he knew that this was the best thing it could’ve happened to him. He remembers how tearful he got the second his brain processes the information, quickly running up to you and pressing an earth shattering kiss to your lips, promising you and your baby that he would be the best father in the world.

And, as he held the little object in his hand, he already thought he was doing a pretty good job. He smiled to himself and thought about calling you. Not only did he want to hear your voice at this moment, but also because he wanted to check up on you. You were having tea with your best friend at the moment, but the pregnancy hormones were hitting pretty hard lately and he wanted to make sure you were doing alright.

But as soon as he got his phone out of his pocket, your name started glowing on the screen.

“Baby! I was just about to call you” Ashton said with a smile, loving this little coincidence.

“Ashton, is coming!” You said in an alarming tone. Ashton, however, did not understand what you meant.

“Yeah? I’m coming home soon, why are-?”

“No!” You cut him off “The baby, Ash! The baby is coming!”

Ashton laughed “Ha, ha very funny Y/N. But the baby isn’t due until three weeks from now”

“ASHTON FLETCHER IRWIN” You yelled through the phone, making Ashton pull away from the phone for a second “MY WATER BROKE AND THE BABY IS COMING NOW. SO GET YOUR ASS TO THE HOSPITAL BEFORE I-” A sharp pain ran through you as you were experiencing the contractions. Ashton could hear your distant groan and immediately went pale.

The baby was coming and he wasn’t ready.

“Ash, hello?” Your friend’s calm voice came from the other end “I’m gonna take Y/N to the hospital right now. I need you to meet us there, okay?”

“Fuck, okay. I’m on my way” He rushed to say before he ended the call.

“Hey, dude. What’s going-?” Michael said as he approached the black haired man who looked like he might throw up.

“The baby’s coming!” He said, trying to concentrate on his breathing before he hyperventilates.

“What?!”

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum came next, worried about his friends’ weird behavior.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Michael.

The guitarist started wandering the electronics and new technologies hall. He was secretly glad he got away from waiting in line for what it looked like another hour, but at the same time he was glad he decided to accompany Ashton in his little quest.

The moment he knew you were pregnant he set himself to be the best uncle that little kid will have. He already knew that you and Ashton were going to be great parents, with the way in which you love each other it was hard to think otherwise. Michael was always up for anything you guys wanted to do for each other, from secret dates or help you sneak out after a concert, or even to plan gifts! He always took pride to know that he was part of your epic love story, even if it was with just a little favor.

Michael stepped into the videogame aisle like he usually does, but this time he went directly to the kid’s section, knowing that eventually your baby will want to play videogames with uncle Mikey and he will have to be ready with the most family friendly games he could find.

He started grabbing a few of them and reading the little summaries they had on the back, eventually deciding that he did not understand anything about children’s games and that he might have to ask around in order to find the best ones.

He went back to the electronics aisle and something caught his attention.

“Is that a real megaphone?” He asked one of the workers there “I haven’t seen one since 2014” He said, remembering the last time the boys ever let him play with one of those in the Good Girls video.

“Yeah! It’s the new model” Said the teenage boy that was in charge of that seccion that day “Wanna try it out?”

“Before that, can I go and show it to my mates? I won’t be gone for long, they are just down the checkout line”

“Sure!” The young man smiled and gave him the megaphone.

Michael had a big smile on his face as he started walking towards Ashton to show him what he found. But his smile dropped the minute he saw Ashton’s face grew a thousand times paler.

He carefully walked up to him and asked “Hey, dude. What 's going-?”

“The baby’s coming!” Ashton said, trying to catch his breath.

“What?!”

Calum.

He hated the mall. He really did. There were always too many people, too much noise and the prices were always exaggerated. But he knew that he was here today for a good cause. Calum was not going to let his best mate down.

Ever since you came into Ashton’s life - and the boys’ life for that matter - he could tell that you were special. Not only because of the way Ashton talked about you all the damn time, but because of your energy, your passion, your kindness and obviously your undenying love for the drummer.

Calum was always the protective friend, always keeping his guard up for any new companion they boys might have. But with you it was different. The first time you two met was the day you instantly became best friends. He knew he could trust you to keep Ashton’s heart safe, and he knew that if Ashton ever broke your heart that he was going to have to kick his ass for being that stupid. Luckily, he wasn’t.

He was the first person (after Ashton, of course) to know about your pregnancy. He swore to himself that he would not let anything happen to his future godson/goddaughter. That baby was going to be the perfect mixture of his best friends, there was nothing in the world that could stop him from loving them just as much as he loves all of you. He even got them toys so they could play with Duke when they’re older! Needless to say that he was very, very excited.

As he wandered through the halls of the store he noticed a commotion next to the toys section.

A line of kids accompanied by their parents awaited in front of a huge chair decorated with fake snow and candy canes. Santa Claus was going to be there.

“Oh my god” A female voice said behind him “You are Calum Hood!”

Calum turned around and was faced with a young girl dressed as an elf looking at him like he hung the moon or something.

“That I am” He said with a smile “Hello, nice to meet you!”

“M-my name’s Lizza” The girl blushed “I’m a huge fan! Is it okay if- I mean, could I get a picture? Please?”

Calum smiled “Sure!”

Lizza squealed “Omg, okay. But, can we do it over there? The kids aren’t supposed to see me yet” She said, pointing to a corner with a curtain and some costumes, presumably Santa’s and his elves'.

Calum nodded and followed the girl, catching a glimpse of the Santa Claus outfit “Do you think I can wear that for the picture?” He asked. Honestly, he just wanted to know how it would feel like to dress up as Santa, knowing he would one day have to do it for your child.

“Of course!” The girl said, taking her phone from her purse and giving it to another elf so he could take the picture.

Once the picture was done, he started to strip off the big red coat, the white beard and the hat when suddenly he had an idea “Is it okay if I borrow this for a while? Maybe five minutes? I wanna prank some friends that are at the check out”

“Uhh”

“I’ll give it back, I promise,” He said with a smile.

Lizza sighed “Sure! We have another one for emergencies”

“Cool, thanks Lizza”

Calum walked away with the fake beard, the warm coat and the hat, feeling cheeky as he approached the line.

“What?!” He heard Michael yell. And although Michael always yells, this one seemed important as his voice sounded concerned.

“Hey, Mike, is everything-?” Calum said, approaching his friends with a very confused face. But before he could even finish the question, Ashton looked at him with fear in his eyes.

“THE BABY IS COMING”

Ashton.

This was not good. Not good at all. His wife is at the hospital about to give birth and he is still in the line of the fucking mall.

“Oh shit!” Calum said, looking frantically over the line that was still too long “OH SHIT”

“Okay calm dow- Is that a Santa costume?” Michael asked.

“Calm down?!” Calum said, panicking “My best friend is having a baby and you tell me to CALM DOWN?!”

“I’m having a baby…” Ashton said in a whisper, not really paying attention to what was going on around him “I’m having a baby”

“Not you!” Said Calum “Well... also you but I meant Y/N! She’s the one pushing it mate” But Ashton did not listen.

His whole world paused in that moment. Too many thoughts were running through his head as he tried to formulate a plan, any plan that would get him the quickest to you.

He thought he was doing a good job, he thought that he was going to be the best dad ever and now he was going to miss the birth of his first child because the line wasn’t fucking moving.

“Ash?” Michael called, but he wasn’t listening.

How could he screw this up so early in the game? Your baby wasn’t even born yet but he swore he could already feel their disappointment.

“Ash..”

And you! How could you ever forgive him?! You will surely file for divorce once the baby is born.

“Ashton!”

“What?!” He yelled, looking at Michael who was shaking him by the shoulders.

“Fucking breathe man! You almost turn purple there”

Michael started breathing at an even pace, motioning Ashton to breathe with him and so he did “It’s going to be okay, don’t worry about it”

“How can you say that?!” Ashton almost cried “I’m not even a dad yet and I’m already screwing up! Who doesn’t show up to the birth of his child?”

Michael rolled his eyes, knowing his friend was just talking out of fear than out of reason, and shook him by the shoulders again “Listen to me, you are already a great dad! You were a dad even before Y/N got pregnant and you are not going to miss the birth of my nephew or niece. I won’t allow it. But first I need you to calm the fuck down!”

Ashton looked at Michael and swallowed the lump in his throat “What if I’m not ready? What if we’re not ready?”

Michael chuckled “You asked me the same question when you were about to walk down the aisle a year ago. You were ready even before you knew you were and this is not different”

But before Ashton could say something, Calum walked up to them again.

“There are fourteen people ahead of us” Said Calum, who had just run up to the start of the line “If we asked them to move, we might get there in time”

“Or maybe you could leave the music box to me…” The man with the weird vibe intervened.

“Fuck off DeVito!” The three Australians yelled.

Suddenly, a lightbulb got turned on on Michael’s head “I got an idea!”

A panicked Calum dressed as Santa and a very panicked Ashton watched as Michael ran out of the store for a second, only to come back pushing a Target cart “Get in!” He said jumping in the cart and motioning to Ashton to follow him.

Ashton jumped inside without asking any questions, not even when Calum started pushing the car or when Michael turned on his… was that a megaphone?!

“Attention ladies and gentlemen” Michael said through the megaphone, making every single person turn their heads towards them, as if two large Australians standing inside of a shopping cart being pushed by a very tattooed Santa Claus wasn’t stiking enough “We have a man that’s going to become a father at any moment now while his wife is in the hospital! Please let us through!”

Ashton does not know if it was the weird scene they caused, his desperate face or Christmas magic that made everyone on the line take a step back as Calum pushed them through the checkout.

Once they got there, the cashier took his money, too shocked to say anything else as Ashton yelled “Keep the change!” As they rushed through the doors and towards the parking lot with Calum pushing the cart at a great speed with all of his energy as all the other customers looked at them and wondered what the hell was going on.

“Mommy?” A confused random kid asked “Why was Santa pushing those men on the cart?”

Luke.

His favorite Christmas playlist was playing in the car. He loved the holidays, but he hated Christmas shopping with his life. So he was very thankful that Ashton could understand this and let him wait in the car.

As he hummed through the song “His Favorite Christmas Story” he thought about the gift he got to your little unborn baby. As soon as he found out you were pregnant, he knew he had to spoil that kid rotten. Well, not that he knew he had to, but he wanted to. You and Ashton were the best people he has ever met, and he knew your little baby was not going to be different, so what’s wrong with giving that child the world they deserve?

A few months ago he talked to a friend of his that made customized presents made of crochet, so he asked if they could make a baby mobile to put over the crib. He also made sure to ask that the animals that were to adorn the mobile were your’s and Ashton’s favorites, and also throwing a little kangaroo in honor of their father’s homeland and a little penguin in honor of their future favorite uncle.

He smiled to himself as he thought he couldn’t wait to meet the little pal and how he couldn’t wait to start a family of his own. But his daydreaming got cut short when he heard a commotion coming from the mall’s doors.

Sirens were ringing and a lot of people stood and watched at whatever was causing the disturbance. He even had to take a double look because he thought he just saw Calum dressed as Santa Claus pushing a shopping cart with Ashton and Michael inside, the latter speaking with a megaphone in his hand. And indeed that is what he saw.

“LUKE START THE CAR” Michael yelled from his megaphone. And Luke, being the smart man that he is, did not ask questions as he did just that.

Soon enough, Calum Santa Claus was jumping inside of the car, followed by Michael and Ashton, who just sat in the front seat.

“What is-?” Luke tried to ask, but his three friends were quicker as they all said at the same time:

“The baby is coming!” “We needed to get the music box” “The line was too fucking long”

“Hurry up, dude!” Calum said, giving Luke a pat on his shoulder as he stared at them, very confused.

“Why didn’t you just leave the music box with one of them?” He said, motioning to his friends in the back “I could’ve come back for them after I dropped you off…”

The three Australians all looked at eachother like they were the most stupid people on the planet. Until Micahel turned on the megaphone again and said with a defeated voice: “Just drive”

The ride to the hospital was silent as Luke drove through the streets of LA at full speed. Michael even turned on the siren of the megaphone to make way across the traffic jam. How the hell they didn’t end up in jail? A Christmas miracle if you ask me.

Once they got there, Ashton was the first one to jump off the car, followed by his best friends as they ran through the hospital’s floors.

“Irwin!” He said, once they got to the maternity wing “Y/N Irwin! My Wife-”

Luke followed, almost knocking down Ashton as his boots slipped on the floor “His wife!” He said, almost out of breath.

“His baby!” Calum added, almost falling to the floor as he tripped over his foot.

And last but not least came a small “Help?” From Michael who was completely out of breath as he sat on one of the chairs in the waiting room.

The nurse, apparently not taken aback at the sudden outburst of three grown man and a Santa Claus in her waiting room, just smiled at Ashton and said: “Over here, Mr. Irwin. You are just in time, she just started dilating…”

But Ashton didn’t hear much as he walked behind her, anxious to see you and see your baby. Breathing heavily as he tried to calm his nerves before he got to your room. He gave one last look to his friends and smiled at them.

“You can do it man!” Michael said, giving him the thumbs up.

“You go Poppa!” Luke cheered.

“We will be here!” Calum said, feeling tears of pride gather up in his eyes as he watched Ashton turn into another hallway, ready to become the dad he always knew he could be.

“Did you actually steal a Santa costume?” Michael said as the other two sat down next to him.

“And you stole a cart and a megaphone so shut up”

A new family.

You watched with tired eyes as your husband held your baby girl in his arms.

“She is so tiny…” He said with fresh happy tears falling rolling down his cheeks. Ashton started crying as soon as he saw her little face and heard his heart shattering cry.

You almost thought that he wasn’t going to make it in time, afraid that you were going to have to get through the birth of your child all alone. But he came through the doors just in time and he did not let go of your hand for a second, even when you knew you were crushing it as you pushed.

“I love you so much” He said, just as he’s been saying for the past hours since he got here “I love you so much and I love her so much I- Thank you”

“Why are you thanking me, love?”

“For giving me the best gift of all” Ashton said as he laid next to you with your daughter curled up on his chest “You gave me the family I always dreamed of. I could never thank you enough for it”

He slowly lowered his head and pressed his lips to yours, showing you all the love that he could in only one simple kiss.

“Well, it’s not like you didn’t help on making this, you know?” You teased, making him chuckle “I should be thanking you, Ash.You and her are the best thing that has ever happened to me, I love you”

“I love you” He said, capturing your lips in another kiss as you let the music box play in the background, filling the room with the notes of your favorite lullaby.

“Should I let the boys in?” He asked as he passed your daughter back to you. You just nodded, not wanting to let your friends wait a second longer to meet your baby. “Oh, and just a heads up, Calum is dressed as Santa Claus and we might never be allowed on the mall again”

You laughed “I can’t wait to hear that story”

Ashton smiled as he got out of the room and walked towards where the boys were sitting. Once they saw him walk up to them, they immediately got up, all of them smiling proudly at the new - official, father of the band.

“Boys, come and meet our baby girl: Jane Elizabeth Irwin”

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D.V- Back to you

Summary: You move to Italy where you meet a man, Demitri. You quickly fall on love. But when your sister suddenly shows up in Italy, you go to Forks with her for a while. Sadly, the Cullen’s aren’t so accepting of the fact that you’re dating a member of the volturi.

Request: YES/no @cullens-stuff : Awesome! Can I request a imagine with Demetri! (I'm a simp for him) where he and his human mate are like so close, and they have matching paper plane necklaces (I feel like that's something they would have) and they play hide and seek. But she is Bella's sister, and she lived with Renee but went to visit Italy and that's how she met him. and when the Cullens come back they try to take her back with them and Demetri and reader ain't having it. Lol sorry, this is like a lot. Thank you so much

Warnings: mention of Bella’s ‘suicide’

Wordcount: 2726

Ever since your sister left, a hole formed in your chest. You didn't want to go to Forks. While she still had some memories of Forks and your dad you did not. Charlie was a man who you only knew from photographs and stories your mom told. Forks was a place that to you only existed in your head. So when Bella moved to Forks so that your mom could travel more, you did not join her. But you didn't want to hold back your mom either. You saw how happy Renee was with Phil and you didn't want to keep her away from her newfound happiness. So you went on an exchange year to Italy. The warm Italian weather was close to that in Pheonix. Warm, dry, almost burning hot. Just the way it was back home.

On your first day in Italy, you had already adapted to your new life. The language barrier was a thing. You knew bonjorno and pasta but that is where your Italian vocabulary stopped. A map your mom bought for you as a gift became your best friend. It wasn't a regular paper map. The paper had been coated in some sort of wax making water- and tear-proof. Which is why you carried it on you every second of the day. Clutching the paper in your hands you try to navigate through empty streets of Volterra. You made it your mission to explore the city a bit before your school started. However, the small streets and complicated street names were making your day harder than it should have been.

You stop in your steps as you lower your map. Looking around you, you recognize none of the street names or buildings. With a groan, you close your eyes and drop your shoulders in defeat. You open your eyes again. "Mi scusi," you say as you wave at a man standing in the distance. The man looks up. The shadows in which he is standing make his face unrecognizable. You run over to him. The coolness of the shadows feels like heaven on your hot skin. "I want to go to...Comune di Volterra...is that...where is that?". The man looks stunning up close. His skin is so pale it almost looks translucent and his bright eyes stare into yours. The look red but you shake that off as just being the light. "You're already there," he says. A faint English accent is laced through his voice and it makes your cheeks heat up. He points at building behind you. You turn around and follow his finger. There stands the high tower of Volterra. It's so immense that you wonder how you could have missed it. You shake your head at yourself. "God, thanks. I just completely looked over it," you say with a laugh. The man tilts his head to the side. "You're new here, aren't you?" he asks. You nod at him. "Clearly, you aren't," you say. "I'm Y/n.". You hold your hand out for him to shake. He quickly shakes it. A shudder runs through your spine as you touch his cold skin. "Demitri". His name sounds beautiful to you. "I can show you around if you want to?". You gladly nod as you smile at him. He holds his arm out for you and you link yours with his. "Yes, please.".

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"Guess who?". Two hands cover your eyes from behind. You giggle as you push the hands away. "Demitri," you say before turning around. Behind you is standing your boyfriend, a stupid smile is plastered on his face. You place a hand on his cheek and pull him down so you can plant a quick kiss on his lips. He smiles into the kiss and tries to pull you closer but you push him away softly. "What are you doing here? I got to study," you say as you point at the variety of books laying on the table in front of you. He shrugs before sitting down into a chair next to you. He places a box in front of you. Dark blue wrapping paper is neatly wrapped around it with a white ribbon around it as well. You look at Demitri with a smile. "Demi, you promised no gifts.". Demitri shrugs as he leans towards you. "You have to have gifts on an anniversary!". You carefully grab the small box and look over at Demitri.

"Yeah, but on the three-month anniversary, you're supposed to give each other a massage or cook dinner. Not give expensive things to each other.".

"You don't even know what it is yet!" Demitri exclaims. You point at him. "But it's expensive though," you say. Demitri doesn't say anything back instead he nudges your hand that's holding the small box. You laugh as you start to unwrap the box. "You vampires have horrible spending habits. How are you still rich?". You let the dark blue paper fall away to reveal a small velvet box. You open it up carefully. A smile spreads over your face as you look at the piece of jewellery inside. Carefully, you lift the dainty jewellery out of the box. It's a small silver chain necklace with a paper plane charm hanging from it. You look over at Demitri, only to see him pointing at the same necklace hanging from his neck. "They're matching," he says with a stupid smile. You pull him in for a hug. A laugh rumbles through his chest as he wraps his arms around you.

"I love it," you say. You pull away from him but still keep him close to you. "I love you.". The words are said before you can stop them. Your eyes widen. Neither of you has ever said the l-word. What if he doesn't love you yet? Demitri sees the shock in your face and lays a hand on your cheek. "I love you too," he says softly. He places a carefully kiss on your lips which you gladly return. "I love you.".

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Hushed voices sound from the throne room. You stop in front of the doors. You were told not to enter the room without being invited in but the temptation is there. Demitri had to abruptly leave your date because the masters called him in. You didn't want to eves drop but your curiosity got the best of you. A loud bang and a handful of screams sound from the room. Your body reacts by instinct and you rip the doors open. You are met with a scene you could only imagine in your nightmares. Felix is fighting with a man with golden, copper hair. Demitri has his hand wrapped around a girls troat. He stands there with a calm that is scaring you. And in the middle of the room is Bella. She franticly runs her fingers through her hair as she screams for Felix to stop. "Stop this!" you yell.

You run into the room and towards your sister. You wrap your arms around her and pull her away from the fight. You stumble backwards and almost into Demitri but quickly regain your balance. You back away from him, almost as if you're scared of him. Aro slowly stands up out of his throne and holds his hand up. Felix takes the note and stops fighting. He simply wraps his arm around the man's throat so that he is now in a chokehold. "Please don't hurt him," you whisper. Aro's eyes glance between you and Bella.

"Dear Y/n, is this the sister you have been telling us about?" he asks. You loosen your hold in Bella and settle to simply holding her hand. Your heart pounds in your chest. You can't bring any words out of your throat so you simply nod. Aro holds his hand out and you take his hint. You let go of Bella to which she quickly tries to pull you back. "It's okay," you whisper. You walk towards Aro and let him hold your hand. A warm blanket lays over your mind, the familiar feeling that came along with Aro's gift. He releases your hand. "Oh, how wonderful. A reunion. And a meeting," he says as he glances over at Edward. He can sense the confusion bubbling up in you. "Young love,' he whispers. You nod at him as you look over at Edward. He has an ethereal beauty to him. One you know only comes along with immortality.

You walk over to Bella again. Bella pulls you in for a suffocation hug which you gladly return. "I missed you," Bella whispers. You nod. You two don't break apart until you feel a cold hand on your shoulder. You let go of Bella and turn around. Demitri. He looks down at you with puppy dog eyes and a sad pout. "I'm sorry," he says. "I didn't know that she was your sister.". You nod as you grab his hand. You place a hand on his cheek and he leans into your touch. "I know," you whisper. You look over your shoulder at Bella. "I know. And I don't want you to take this personally, but I'm going back home for a while.". Demitri's mood drops. You pull away from him. The second you stop touching him, his skin yearns for your touch again.

"I need to spend some time with Bella...and dad," you say. Demitri nods. "If that's okay, of course.". You look over your shoulder at Bella. A happy smile in on her lips as she nods at you. "You're always welcome," she says. You turn back to Demitri and pull him in for a quick kiss. "I won't be gone forever. I'll be back in a few weeks. Maybe even less.". Demitri nods. He grabs your hand and places a kiss on top of it. Afterwards, he lays your hand on top of the charm hanging from your necklace. "Just come back," he says. "Please.".

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You thought that you would hate Forks. The forest. The mud. The rain. The wind. But you loved it. Every part of it. From the cold, rocky beach called La push to the stuffiness of Charlie's home. Every part of it hit a string in your heart. "Two burgers and a salad," a voice says. You snap yourself out of your daydream and look away from the window and towards the waitress. She places the food in front of you, Charlie and Bella. Turns out, you and your dad have the same taste in food. "Thank you," you mutter out before digging into your burger.

"I can't believe you guys eat that stuff," Bella says as she starts eating her salad. You scoff at her. "You can say all you want about my food but you're the one stealing my fries!". You swat her hand away from the heap of fries laying on your plate. She managed to still steal one and eats it with a shit-eating grin. Charlie nudges you in your side softly as he sends you a warning glance. "Behave, or I'll be bringing you to school in the patrol car from now on.". You quickly shut up and start to eat your burger.

"We're going to the Cullens after dinner. Edward's picking us up," Bella says. Charlie raises his eyes brows and lets out a soft 'oh'. You quickly nod. "Yeah, me, Rosalie and Emmett have become buddies," you say. Charlie nods. "Okay then. Just...don't have a sleepover, Bella," he says.

"What about me?" you ask. Charlie shrugs. "Yeah, you can sleep over if you want.". Bella drops her cutlery as she looks at her dad in shock. You smile as you take another bite of your burger. "That's so not fair," she exclaims. Charlie shakes his head. He takes another sip of his beer before talking again. "I just don't like you being around that Edward kid alone, that's all. Emmett and Rosalie are good kids.". Bella looks at you to try and get you to help her but you simply stick your tongue out at her. "I should have left you in Italy," she says while pouting like a toddler.

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The Cullen's house is weird. Not good weird, you were used to that, having a vampire boyfriend and all. This was eerily weird. The modernness mixed with the large windows overlooking the forest gives the house a vibe that you are not fond of. "So, Y/N, what are you doing in Forks?" Esmee asks. She's making you something to drink while you, Emmett and Rosalie stand around in the kitchen. You shrug.

"I saw Bella in Italy and thought that it would be a good idea to come here for a few weeks," you say. Esmee hands you your drink and you quickly thank you. She smiles at you. "Do you know what Bella was doing in Italy?". Esmee looks over at Emmett.

"She was saving Edward," Rosalie explains. "He was trying to expose himself.". You take a sip of your drink. "Why would he do that?" you ask. Rosalie rolls her eyes. "Because he's dramatic.". Emmett gives her arm a soft slap. "And he thought that Bella committed suicide.". You choke on your drink as your eyes widen. Emmett quickly grabs the drink out of your hands as Esmee places a hand on your back. You cough a little before waving her off.

"Sorry, what?" you say. "You're telling me my sister attempted suicide?". Rosalie shakes her head. "No, I'm not saying that. She jumped off a cliff for an adrenaline rush.". You shake your head as you think back to the emails you exchanged. She never mentioned that or Edward in any of her mails. She never mentioned feels sad or kicking off adrenaline rushes. Footsteps alert you that two people are walking down the stairs. You look up to see Edward and Bella entering the room.

"I'm sorry," Bella whispers. You shake your head and walk over to her. You pull her into a hug. "No, I'm sorry for not being there for you.". You pull away from her and send her a smile. Bella nods at the couches standing in the living room and you nod at her. You all walk over to the living room and sit down onto the couches. You, Bella and Edward, sit down on the same couch while Esmee and Rosalie sit down onto the opposite couch. Emmett settles to standing behind Rosalie with his hands on her shoulders.

"Why were you in Italy?" Emmett asks. You shrug "I went on an exchange year. Still am. I'm not supposed to go back until September," you say. Edward shakes his head. You look over at him. "No, what Emmett means is why were you in the castle?" he says. You nod at him.

"I live there now. I moved in with my boyfriend," you say. The Cullen's tense up. Rosalie stands up from the couch and walks over to stand beside Emmett. "You might know him, his name is Demitri.". Edward grips onto the couch so hard that he tears through the fabric. "Why did you not tell us?" Rosalie yells at Edward. Edward now stands up as well. "I didn't know," he says calmly. "Y/n is like Bella.".

You shake your head. You hold up a hand at him. "What do you mean I'm like Bella?". "He can't read my mind," Bella says. You look over at Rosalie and take a step towards her only to see her back away from you. Hurt flows through your chest. "Are we just going to ignore the fact that Y/n is dating that monster!" Rosalie yells. Your blood runs cold as you stare at her. Monster. She called him a monster. "I think you should go home," Esmee says. Her soft voice is a stark contrast with the tension in the room. You nod as you race of to the front door. You quickly realize that Edward drove you here. You can't just go home.

"Wait, I'll drive you!" Bella yells. You shake your head and wave her off. "I'll walk.". You slam the door shut behind you and take quick steps away from the house. Coming to Forks was a bad idea. A very bad idea. You just want to go back to Italy. Back to the heat. Back to the sun. Back to Demitri.

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