#WE HAVE TO WAIT UNTIL NEXT WEEK SOB

[suhtorus]

dogs out. zenin toji

fluff ‐ parents au. ₊˚⊹ ᰔ slice of life, mom!reader, unnamed 2yo daughter, megumi is four, and tsumiki is six. preschool teacher!nanami cameo ♡

little sunshines au

"moooooom! the baby took her shoes off again!"

tsumiki's voice has you peeking your head from the kitchen, trying to catch sight of your little girl. you're about to call your husband's name when he walks into the living room and picks your daughter up from the floor.

"dont like 'em?" he smirks, holding her tiny foot up and inspecting it.

she grins cheekily at her dad, proudly wiggling her little toes and showing off the sparkly nail polish on them.

"spaw-cle!"

finally done with the dishes, you join them and see her crocs discarded by the couch.

"again?"

"let her be, ma." toji has her foot against her cheek, both of them giggling at the silliness of it.

"she has to get used to them, toji."

he finally meets your eyes and sees the stern look in them. slowly, he puts your daughter down while she looks at him in confusion. toji doesn't have the heart to force his youngest to do stuff she doesn't like. but after three kids and years of marriage with you, he knows this is a battle he won't win.

"sorry, kiddo."

—

two days later, he's standing by the gates of the kids' school, waiting for them, when he notices something odd.

his face quickly switches from boredom to concern once he spots nanami holding his baby girl in his arms, her face visibly blotched from crying.

"she wouldn't stop taking her shoes off during class. I'm afraid we had to take... drastic measures." the blond man hands her over, visibly tense at toji's reaction. tsumiki and megumi stand next to him with matching frowns, having seen (and heard) their baby sister's cries. "school's policy."

"daddy!" she's bursting into tears as soon as she's in his arms, her watery eyes set on his concerned ones. "want 'em off!"

toji looks down at her feet and sees the brown tape around her pink sneakers, clashing horribly against it and causing him to sigh in defeat.

"baby, you can't keep taking your shoes off." he's patting her back in comfort, letting her sob against his shoulder while he turns to nanami again. "any advice? my wife and I have been struggling for weeks."

having seen this before, nanami recalls a piece of advice given from a couple who struggled with this, too. "try to find a pair that she likes. they don't have to be sneakers—the school isn't strict with that."

and suddenly, toji has a brilliant idea.

—

"princess, c'mere."

both you and your husband enter your daughter's room, sitting on the floor, and she comes closer with her plushie hanging from her hand.

toji places a box in front of her, your demeanor slightly anxious as you wait for her reaction. for a two-year-old, you're aware that she can be the toughest crowd sometimes.

her eyes are fixed in front of her, watching her dad opening the boring, brown box until pink and glitter are all her brain can process.

"woah..." she's clearly in awe, her little hands quickly grabbing the tiny pink heels and slipping them on her feet. "mommy shoes!"

the heels clack loudly against the floor, her steps uncoordinated and clumsy, but she can't stop giggling happily, walking back and forth.

"what did i tell you, ma?" toji's grin is smug, his arms wrapping around you while you play it off with a roll of your eyes. the sigh of relief is obvious from you two. "problem fixed."

he hasn't even finished gloating when you spot megumi standing by the door with his hands covering his ears, glaring ominously at toji.

"don't be so sure, honey."

[whatsverstappeningnow]

you inspire me

‏max vertstappen x author!reader

★ smau ★ after years of hard work, author!reader's third novel is finally released and fans can't help but notice the similarities between the book's main love interest and the authors real life boyfriend...

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after years of writing, years of meetings, years of plot ideas written on the back of restaurant napkins and promptly forgotten at the bottom of my handbag, 'This Time, Gently' is one week away from being yours. this book is my love letter to how beautiful my life has become, and i owe it all to you guys. thank you for your patience, your constant love and support and, most of all, your time. signed (with love), y/n.

comments

bookishwithbri crying in the club over a caption 😭 can’t wait to hold this book in my hands

coolgirlhq youre my MUSE

romanceismyreligion “this time, gently” sounds like it's going to hurt in the softest, most beautiful way

userlibrary “my love letter to how beautiful my life has become” OKAY WELL NOW I’M SOBBING

max.verstappen proud of you always ❤️

-> yourusername your support is the spine of every story i’ve ever told. thank you, always.

-> user4 omg my emotional support celeb couple

-> formulafiction name a cuter couple than them. i'll wait.

writtenbymoonlight i’ll be clearing my schedule for this. just me, tea, tissues, and your words 📖

softf1edits t minus 7 days till release. i just know we arent ready for this.

redbullracing This book is going straight on the shelf next to Max’s trophies

-> yourusername i'll give you a signed copy <3

lilymunihe i'm sat. i'm so incredibly sat. i'm already waiting outside a bookstore for it to be released. so ready for all the feels.

-> yourusername 💌🤍

max.verstappen chapter 11 is my favourite 😀

-> yourusername MAX SHHHHH 🤫

-> softf1edits ok what does he know that we dont

-> user8 babes what DOESN'T he know. he's probably read it three times already

-> softf1edits simp max is my favourite

-> yourusername same <3

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yourusername has posted to her story

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max.verstappen admit it, you love race days too

-> yourusername only because i get to kiss you good luck

-> max.verstappen you don't have to wait until race day for that

-> yourusername noted... completely unrelated but are you still sim racing right now?

-> max.verstappen i'll turn off the camera, come kiss me.

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and finally, she's yours too. please love her (gently) signed (with love), y/n.

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thequietreader y/n calling her book 'her' like an old friend is actually se deeply important to me. we will love her gently.

racerreads I've only read the dedication and im already locked in

-> racerreads "for max, who taught me love was more than a fairytale, and everyone who's still waiting for their soulmate" DO I CRY????

-> writtenbymoonlight omg NO WAY thats the dedication, my girl is so in love im so jealous

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max.verstappen The wait was worth it. Can’t wait to see everyone fall in love with her, just like I did.

-> yourusername 🥺🤍 my biggest supporter always

verstappenfan just a reminder: reading gently includes crying quietly in the corner. thank you for this gift, y/n.

booklover99 max's comment omllll "fall in love we her" LIKE BRO WE KNOW YOU MEAN Y/N *AND* THE BOOK. WE KNOW.

-> literary_soul when any other driver rocks up at the 'best boyfriend' party but max is already there... 🧍‍♂️

-> george.russell ouch

-> alex.albon ouch

-> oscar.piastri ouch

-> charles.leclerc ouch

-> lando.norris ouch (but fair)

-> booklover99 LANDO. HA.

fastreader I’m going to need everyone to lock in and read this book QUICK cause I have something to say about the inspiration for the love interest and I’m only 2 chapters in…

post-quali interview...

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my muse <3 you love me plenty signed (with love), y/n.

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max.verstappen yours ❤️

had this idea in my head for a while, just a short (and my first ever) smau <3... requests open!

[suliigwp]

Lucky Page — OP81

Oscar Piastri x reader | established relationship, SMAU

SULI: have this little treat before the next chapter of tronab — I'm obsessed with this man. Short and sweet🧡 also please pretend it says Saudi Arabia instead of Miami in a pic😘 you'll get it

Warnings: Thirsty comments, sexy jokes

SUMMARY: Every time Oscar Piastris girlfriend posts him on her private Instagram page before a race— he wins

China race week

Liked by pastrypriv, lando.jpg and 21 others.

y/npriv: IM GONNA EAT HIM (lando ipad kid behind 'em)

16 comments.

lando.jpg: I was reading your post🙄

pastrypriv: only you're allowed to eat me

↳ y/npriv: 👀

↳ pastrypriv: can you be wholesome for just a second?

charl3smess: no bc why does he look like he’d taste like strawberry yoghurt

car1105.finsta: I bet he smells like sunscreen I gifted him

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I think if you bite him he’d make that lil “ow :/” sound

↳ y/npriv: CAN CONFIRM. tested. 7/10 bite resistance

piastrilicious: what the hell is going on here

georgewearssocks: blink twice if they’ve put seasoning on u

↳ lando.jpg: he blinked once. medium rare incoming

↳ y/npriv: dinner’s at 8 x

↳ car1105.finsta: save me the elbow

↳ charl3smess: i want the cheek. soft bits hit different

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: dibs on the fingers

↳ pastrypriv: you guys are sick

↳ y/npriv: bff you literally said I'm allowed to eat you

↳ pastrypriv: bc I wanted to be devoured with love 💔

...

Liked by mclaren, landonorris, oscarpiastri and 1M others.

yourusername: First win of the season and so many more to come! I'm so proud of you🧡

24k comments.

oscarpiastri: Couldn’t have done it without my good luck charm 🧡

↳ yourusername: Are you calling me the tire strategy again 😒

↳ oscarpiastri: Maybe 👀

piastribabe99: SHE MANIFESTED THIS I KNOW SHE DID

landonorris: Here we go. Can’t wait to hear about this for the next 3 months.

↳ yourusername: You’ll live.

↳ oscarpiastri: You’re just mad I finished ahead 😌

↳ landonorris: Don’t test me little man

mclarensunshine: this is my Roman Empire. the way she looked at him on the podium 😭

↳ wagsonsight: HER EYES WERE GLOWING

danielricciardo: OH HE’S WINNING WINNING 🔥

↳ yourusername: more things than the race if you know what I mean

↳ danielricciardo: oop

↳ lando: WHAT IS THIS BEHAVIOR

↳ oscarpiastri: y/n.

gridwives: their dynamic >>>>>

maxverstappen1: Congrats, mate. Let’s see if you can do it twice 😉

↳ yourusername: 👀 challenge accepted

↳ oscarpiastri: 😬

oscarpiastriluvr: She’s the proudest gf and I’m sobbing about it

carlossainz55: You better frame this post. Historic moment.

↳ yourusername: Already making a scrapbook 🧡

↳ oscarpiastri: I’m scared

f1wifematerial: real love is posting him even when he still has champagne in his hair

...

Bahrain race week

Liked by charl3smess, a.lbonbutmakeitferal, georgewearssocks and 19 others.

y/npriv: how he was looking at me last night

22 comments.

pastrypriv: Y/N!

↳ y/npriv: just like last night

↳ lando.jpg: stop this madness 😭

lando.jpg: YOU NEED TO GO TO CHURCH. IMMEDIATELY.

↳ y/npriv: my god is busy blessing Oscar

↳ lando.jpg: I’m calling his mum

m4xisnumberone: I should not be here

↳ y/npriv: then leave

↳ m4xisnumberone: not until I report you to the FIA

charl3smess: I will never unsee this

↳ lando.jpg: SAME

↳ charl3smess: why are you everywhere

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Delete this before I make a group chat without you

↳ y/npriv: you wouldn’t dare

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: try me

georgewearssocks: This is entirely inappropriate

↳ car1105.finsta: just say you’re jealous

↳ georgewearssocks: 😐

car1105.finsta: wait so is this a before or after quali kind of look

↳ y/npriv: Carlos?

↳ car1105.finsta: i’m just trying to understand the timeline 🧎‍♂️

↳ pastrypriv: this is so humiliating

...

Liked by car1105.finsta, m4xisnumberone, lando.jpg and 22 others.

y/npriv: LAWRD HAVE MERCY

comments.

lando.jpg: GET A GRIP

↳ y/npriv: I physically CANNOT

↳ lando.jpg: you need to be stopped

m4xisnumberone: nah cause this one actually made ME flinch

↳ y/npriv: 😌

↳ m4xisnumberone: NO

charl3smess: you’re not normal

↳ y/npriv: he unzipped his suit and so did my sanity

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: not to be dramatic but i feel unsafe here

↳ y/npriv: okay but imagine you saw this in PERSON

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: i’d pass away

car1105.finsta: you didn’t even try to be subtle

↳ y/npriv: didn’t even TRY

↳ car1105.finsta: that’s love i fear

georgewearssocks: Lord have mercy? No. We need a restraining order.

↳ y/npriv: try and catch me 😌

↳ georgewearssocks: i’m telling Oscar

dannyricc3: yeah okay this one is a little bit illegal

↳ y/npriv: delete your jealousy x

↳ dannyricc3: i’m texting your mother

dannyricc3: Not Oscar keeping his silence

↳ pastrypriv: let me be

...

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y/npriv: HE WON AGAIN. TWO IN A ROW. i’m not saying it’s because i posted him last night but i posted him last night.

18 comments.

lando.jpg: no because this is getting weird now

↳ y/npriv: don’t act like you’re not scared

↳ lando.jpg: i AM

↳ lando.jpg: imagine how big the gap would be if you attend a gp👀

charl3smess: if he wins three in a row i’m opening a shrine to you

↳ y/npriv: start collecting candles

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: I KNEW IT. WITCHCRAFT.

↳ y/npriv: consider me your local track witch 🧹✨

↳ a.lbonbutmakeitferal: you’re too powerful

georgewearssocks: I was skeptical. Now I’m terrified.

↳ y/npriv: you should be

m4xisnumberone: This is how cults start

↳ y/npriv: you’re just mad i didn’t post you

↳ m4xisnumberone: DON’T

car1105.finsta: can i send a photo of ME with puppy eyes for this week??

↳ y/npriv: lol no. this account chooses oscar now.

↳ car1105.finsta: brutal

pastrypriv: Two wins. Coincidence.

↳ y/npriv: say that again when you’re holding another trophy next week

...

Saudi Arabia Race Week

Liked by gridlife2025, paddockfashionista, waglifeinsta and 45k others.

F1GossipFeed: Spotted at the Saudi Arabia GP: @/yourusername making a stylish appearance in the paddock! Looks like she’s here to support @/oscarpiastri in person this weekend. ✨🏎️

12k comments.

f1fanatic_23: Love seeing the support! Hope Oscar feels the energy 💙

gridlife2025: She always looks so cool, no wonder Oscar’s killing it this season

raceweekbuzz: VIP vibes for sure, who else wishes they had paddock access?

speedqueen_94: This is the motivation Oscar needs to bring home another podium 👏

paddockfashionista: Okay, her outfit is EVERYTHING. F1 fashion goals!

motorsportjunkie: Supporting your driver in person? That’s next level. Respect.

tracksidevibes: I’m here for the power couple energy, can’t wait to see them at the podium

...

Liked by lando.jpg, georgewearssocks, pastrypriv and 22 others.

y/npriv: trying something today🤭 good luck my boys!

10 comments.

lando.jpg: You better post me twice for extra luck

↳ y/npriv: double the trouble 😈

pastrypriv: Don’t jinx it, witch

↳ y/npriv: oh, I’m blessing you. Big difference.

charl3smess: Proof that the best wingwomen come with filters and funny faces

m4xisnumberone: I demand a selfie too or I’m boycotting podium photos

a.lbonbutmakeitferal: Make sure you send one to me or I’m crashing your next Zoom call

car1105.finsta: Officially the best hype squad captain

georgewearssocks: I see the power of good vibes in action

dannyricc3: This energy is everything. Good luck boys, don’t disappoint!

...

Liked by yourusername, nicolepiastri, ln4 and 2.3M others.

mclaren: ✨ DOMINANCE ✨ What a sensational performance from @/oscarpiastri and @/landonorris today at Saudi Arabia! A commanding 1-2 finish, crossing the line nearly 30 seconds ahead of the rest of the pack. Pure teamwork, focus, and speed. 🏆🏆

77k comments.

f1fansworldwide: That’s how you show up and shut it down. McLaren is back baby! 🔥

oscarpiastrifan: Oscar and Lando are unstoppable when they’re together. Loved every second of that race!

landonorrisfanclub: A 30-second gap? Unreal. Proud of my boys 🧡💙

yourusername: My boys did THAT 👀💥 So proud!!

↳ mclaren: our lucky charm🧡

...

Private Group Chat—

'Paddock Hazard'

@/yourusername:

ok but seriously… 30 seconds ahead??

Lucky Page magic strikes again 💅✨

@/lando: I want to believe but you’re gonna have to post me solo next time or I’m out 😤

@/oscarpiastri: I’m not sure if I believe this “Lucky Page” thing but… can’t argue with results 😂

@/maxverstappen1: I’m starting to think you’re the real driver here tbh

@/charles_leclerc: Not gonna lie, I’m lowkey jealous of this power you’ve got.

@/alex_albon: So when’s the ritual? I wanna join the cult.

@/yourusername:

First, you gotta post the ugliest selfie you have.

No exceptions.

@/lando: Nooooooo

@/oscarpiastri: If posting on the Lucky Page means I keep winning, I’m down to let her do whatever she wants.

@/yourusername:

Careful what you wish for… next race I’m posting the one of you with bedhead.

@/lando: Wait, that was private!

@/maxverstappen1: I vote for more bedhead pics. It’s only fair.

@/charles_leclerc: Honestly this chat is the best thing about race weekends.

@/alex_albon: Agreed. Also, when’s the group photo for maximum luck?

@/yourusername:

Only if you promise to not fight each other

@/georgerussell63: you expect too much from us

@/maxverstappen1: No promises.

@/georgerussell63: see?

@/oscarpiastri: Whatever happens, Lucky Page is here to stay. Thanks for keeping my podium streak alive

_____________________________________________

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[ipushhimback]

we were drunk, it happens - pt. 4

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5

pairing: lando norris x verstappen!reader warnings: pregnancy words: 1.4k

summary: lando tells yn he loves her after finding out she is pregnant

She wanted to cry. Y/N didn’t want to tell Lando about it. Not yet. She was only around 6 weeks along. Why did he have to find out now? Why didn’t Max close the door? Why wasn’t she more careful? What was she even doing here?

“Just leave, Lando!”, Y/N shouted and wanted to take it back as soon as she saw Lando wince. She pulled knees to her chest and buried her face in the fabric of her dress.

It was such a huge mistake to come to this Grand Prix. Everything went wrong in her life. She hated it.

Max stepped forward to hug his sister.

“It is alright, little one. Everything is going to be ok. Believe me. Just breathe. See, Lando isn’t yelling at you. He isn’t mad. Right, Lando?”, he said glaring at the younger man.

“No! No. Y/N. Why did you think I would be mad? You’re pregnant, right? That should make you happy. It is a baby. A little you. So don’t be scared, please.” Oh, he was so scared. He wanted to scream and wanted to throw himself out of the non-existent window. A baby? A little human? How would he take care of them?

“But. You are so busy and always travelling and we are so young. I am 22! You are not much older! How would we do that”, Y/N sobbed and was embarrassed for being this emotional. Damn hormones.

“Hey. It will all work. It is ok. We are going to be ok. We will have a baby. That’s great!”

Y/N used the back of her hand to wipe away the tears on her face.

“You really aren’t mad?”, she asked, still not really believing Lando.

“No. I really am not. I am happy. I didn’t exactly plan for any of this to happen, but it is nice. Maybe you could come over next week and we could just… talk about it? Maybe it’ll make you feel better? Were you already at the doctors to get the baby checked?”

Y/N shook her head.

“Not, yet. But I have an appointment next week. Then I will find out if the baby’s ok.”

Lando nodded and smiled so Y/N finally allowed herself to calm down. He really wasn’t mad at her for being pregnant. He looked happy.

***

“Max! You don’t understand! I got Verstappen’s sister pregnant!” Lando stared at his friend, Max Fewtrell, in front of him. “This is terrible. We were finally getting along again after he… you know… realized we did it… and now his sister is pregnant because of me!”

“I get it Lando. But you can’t do anything. It is how it is. Didn’t you say you were happy about it? You told her you were. Did you lie?” Max hissed. “Bro you cannot lie to a pregnant woman. Furthermore, you told me you like her so where is the problem?”

“Yes, but we said no feelings! So, I cannot tell her that I have liked her this whole time! But she also shouldn’t be handling the pregnancy alone! Max!”, Lando whined. “I don’t know what to do.” The brunette flopped on the couch.

He forced himself to take a deep breath. He definitely had done something wrong in his life. Why didn’t he use a condom? Why…

“Stop beating yourself up, Lando”, Max said. “This is something great. You will have a baby! And you love kids. But maybe you shouldn’t ask yourself if you want to have a baby. If you want to have Y/N as your girlfriend. You should ask yourself if you want to be a dad and a boyfriend.”

“Oh, shut up. Why are you always saying some smart shit.”

“I don’t just say smart shit, I am smart. As the older one of us I have to help you and give you advice for life.”

“You are literally 3 and a half months older… that’s nothing… Max, I really fucked up this time.” Lando buries his face in his hands and sighed. “I want to be a dad. Really. But not yet? I am not ready for this. I am practically a kid myself! I cannot take care of a literal baby.”

“Well, either that or you tell Y/N you don’t want to have a baby and risk her hating you. Your choice, Lando. But don’t decide now. Wait until you know the baby is healthy. Talk to her about your concerns. Think about it. Promise me that, Lando.” Max looked at his friend.

“I will, I promise.”

***

Only an hour later Lando was standing in front of Y/N’s door. He really wanted to wait until next week but just couldn’t. He had to talk to her.

He knocked and only a couple seconds later the door opened, and Y/N was standing in front of him.

“Lando? What are you doing here? It is literally midnight!”

“I am sorry. But I had to talk to you because I talked to Max. Not you brother Max the other Max. My Max. And I want to be there for the baby. And I have feelings for you and I was so scared of telling you because I know we said no feelings involved but they are involved and I wanna be there for you and the baby when it is born and I know I shouldn’t be here at midnight telling you all that because I am probably just sleep deprived or so but. I love you, Y/N.” As soon as he finished talking, Lando took a deep breath and held it, waiting for Y/N to say something.

“That… was a lot”, Y/N finally said. “But I like you too, Lando. From the first time I saw you with those ridiculously good-looking curls and those blue eyes. I would love if you were involved in mine and the baby’s life.”

Lando just stared at Y/N and couldn’t really believe it yet.

“You… you like me too?”, he asked. He would have though Y/N would call him crazy and that she would say she didn’t like him at all, but he definitely didn’t expect this here to happen.

“I do. And you are an idiot if you haven’t noticed it yet.” Y/N said and smiled a little.

“Oh.”

“So… I have the doctor’s appointment tomorrow. Do you want to come with me? Just making sure the baby is ok. I could use someone to talk to in the waiting room.”

Lando nodded. In that moment he was sure he was the happiest person on earth.

“Do you… no forget it”, Y/N started.

“Do I what? Tell me! You can’t start a sentence like that and then keep me hanging. Tell me!”

Y/N took a deep breath.

“Doyouwannastayherewithme.” Lando stared at her as if she was crazy. What the fuck did she just say? That was too fast for his brain at midnight.

“Huh?”

“Do you want to stay here? With me?”

Lando grinned and nodded.

“Yes! Of course. If it is really ok with you.?”

***

The next morning, Y/N woke up with Lando’s arm around her waist. It was warm and she couldn’t help but notice how different it was to wake up next to him, knowing they didn’t fuck last night.

“Morning”, she mumbled sleepily. “We have to get up to go to the appointment.”

The man next to her just groaned.

“Too early.”

“No, sleepyhead. It is already 11 am. Get up.”

Eventually Lando got up and went to the bathroom and only an hour later they were at the doctor’s office.

The doctor was very nice, and Y/N could swear that the nurse recognized Lando but didn’t say anything.

“So, let’s take a look at the baby”, the doctor said as she poured some gel for the ultrasound on Y/N’s abdomen. She placed the probe on it and looked at the monitor.

Then she moved the monitor so Y/N and Lando could both look at it. She pointed on a few grey, black and white areas to explain some stuff.

“And here we see Baby A”, she pointed to another grey blotch. “And there we have Baby B. Both perfectly healthy.”

Y/N’s jaw dropped.

“Twins…?”

The doctor nodded.

“Yes, you two will have twins. Congratulations!”

A/N: yes i did just post that on the wrong acc… but here we go sorry it took so long to write this! if you wanna be added or removed from the taglist pls tell me bc i don’t know who only wanted to be tagged for this series and who for all the other stuff i will write as well so you will be tagged for everything i will write (sorry i am too chaotic for this world)

taglist:

@strawberryy-kiwii / @a-distantdreamer / @requiemforthepoets / @martygraciesversion381 / @I-vroom4 / @comicalivy / @sid-is-gr8 / @picklesbuddy93 / @sadiemack9 / @f1fantasys / @cloud-55 / @sunny44 / @widow-cevans / @gigicisneros / @mbioooo0000 / @sinfully-yoursss

[sparrows4bats]

Pregnant Damian started as a joke, but now I have ideas.

Idk if this is omegaverse, ftm Damian or an in-Universe explanation. But you get to decide whatever makes you happy.

Jon realises Damian is pregnant first. Like his father before him, he hears his child's heartbeat while lying in bed with his boyfriend.

At first, he thinks he is imagining it. The heartbeat is so faint and so fast that Jon just stops for a minute, but it is definitely there.

Damian, who is reading beside him, is very confused when Jon puts his head on his stomach and starts crying.

"What's happening here?"

Jon sobbing. "I'm going to be a dad!"

"Wait, what?!"

"You're pregnant!"

Damian needs to take a breathe and process.

"Oh. Ooooh!"

Jon looks up at Damian, who looks shocked but not unhappy at the news. He stands on his knees and kisses Damian helplessly.

"We're going to be dads!" He yells when the kiss breaks.

Damian smiles back. "Yeah, we are, Hayseed. But are you okay with this? It is sudden and definitely not planned," He asks a little nervously.

Jon takes his boyfriends hand. "I'm so happy. I love you, and I can't wait to have a family with you." Placing kisses all over Damians face reverently.

"I got that! And you didn't wait! We've only been dating for a few weeks, and our families don't even know about our relationship yet." Damian answers, giggling at the ticklish feeling.

Jon abruptly stops and pales. "Your Dad is going to kill me!"

"Batman doesn't kill."

"I knocked you up before marrying you. He'll make an exception!"

Damian scrunches his nose at the phrasing. Jon gets up and starts to pace.

"And if he doesn't do it, your siblings will!"

"You're being dramatic."

"I'm really not! Red hood will laugh as he shoots me."

"If you're that nervous, let's not tell them yet, I need to get it confirmed medically first anyway"

"Let's do that!" Jon agrees relieved, but he knows he is just prolonging the inevitable. He curls up with Damian again, rubbing a hand over his flat stomach.

"I love you, sweetheart, and our little accident."

"You are not calling our child that Corn Cob!"

Damian books an appointment for during his lunch break the next day. Jon holds his hand as they await the results, practically vibrating.

"Congratulations, Dr. Wayne, you are pregnant. If you get up on the table, we can do an ultrasound."

Damian lies there while Jon stares transfixed at the screen. "You look to be about 8 weeks along going by the growth and cardiac activity."

Jon tears up at the sight of the little blob.

Damian, while also emotional, silently groans.

Jon likely got him pregnant the first time they slept together. He mentally vows that none of his family will ever know. He'd prefer his child's other father kryptonite free if possible.

Afterwards, the two agree not to say anything until 12 weeks. Damian knows the statistics, but carefully doesn't mention them to his boyfriend, who is already acting overprotective.

Unfortunately, like most things Damian plans, it does not work out like that.

There's an invasion AGAIN, and Damian is called in by his father for field medicine.

As soon as Nightengale arrives, Superman 2.0 is attached to his side. Ignoring all orders to go help in a different area. Damian tries to argue with him but quickly learns it does nothing.

"You shouldn't even be out here, and I am not risking anything!" Jon yells stubbornly.

Damian just moves around treating patients with his bodyguard. No hostile gets anywhere near them.

The original Superman flies over after the worst of the threat, has subsided with an annoyed Batman to ask his son what the hell is going on when he stops midstep.

"You're Pregnant?!"

Damian, who is changing his gloves and is exhausted by now, pinches his nose with a groan. He forgot that if Jon can pick up on the fact he's pregnant, all of the kryptonitians can.

Batman growls. "What?" Like the word had been punched out of him.

Jon is looking sheepish but luckily doesn't say anything as Damian glares at their fathers. "Yes, I found out very recently. Now we can discuss this later! I have other patients to see!"

All three of the heroes object vehemently, and Damian is forcefully moved to the Watchtower. Any injured heroes are brought up to him.

Jon finally focuses on the invasion, even if his Dad gives him odd looks.

After clean up and Damian patcheing up his brothers (who once again try to hide their injuries from him), a very serious looking Batman walks into the medbay where Nightengale and Nightwing are trying to get a very stubborn Red Robin to rest.

"You're pregnant, and you didn't tell me!"

Dick and Tim turn to their brother in shock.

"Damian what the fuck!" Dick screams while Tim looks at the drip in his arm suspiciously.

"I found out last week. I'm only 9 weeks along. I wasn't going to tell anyone for another three weeks at least!"

Dick clutches his imaginary pearls.

Bruce looks like he swallowed a lemon at the confirmation. "You still went out on the field in your condition?"

"You asked me to! I was there for med support, and I was perfectly safe." Damian runs a hand over his stomach subconsciously.

Bruce is having a full-blown crisis now and it would be funny if Damian wasn't so nervous.

Bruce stops suddenly as something occurs to him. "Whose the father?"

Damian grits his teeth. "Take a wild guess, Batman!"

Just as Dick, Tim, and Bruce open their mouths to reply. Both Supermen enter the medbay.

"Sugar! Everything okay? Do you need to sit down?" Jon runs over to the increasingly irritated doctor, checking his abdomen with x ray vision before sighing and nuzzling his boyfriends neck like an affectionate dog.

"Well, that answers that question, doesn't it." Tim remarks in as Dick and Bruce stare at the two in growing horror.

"Jonathan, I am fine!"

"I'm so glad!" The kryptonitian kissing Damians forehead and resting a hand on his stomach.

The quiet is interrupted by a sobbing Clark Kent. "I'm going to be a grandad!" No doubt listening to the second heatbeat coming from Damian.

Damian thinks 'like father like son.'

Clarks' words seem to break Bruce out of his shock. He starts smiling at his youngest son only to frown when he sees how Jon has attached himself to Damian.

It's Dick who asks the dreaded question, "How long have you two been together? And why didn't you tell me Dami?!"

Jon, who is distracted by trying to meld them together, apparently, makes the very stupid decision and answers, "A little over two months!"

Damian resists the urge to face palm as his family does the very simple math.

The gathered bats start to glare again.

"What." Dick says, his voice deceptively calm.

"We started dating two months ago."

"Habibi, shut up. Now."

"So you just impregnated my son?!" Bruce starts striding forward reaching for his utility belt.

"It was an accident!" Jon backs away.

"Obviously." Seethes Tim, already on his com, no doubt informing the rest of the bats of the price that's now on Jons head. Dick looks ready to join Bruce in beating him with kryptonite.

Jon looks to his own father for help, but Clark is too busy still crying in the corner.

Damian steps between the two quickly. "A happy accident! Jon and I are very excited. You're going to have a grandchild, Father." Damian looks at his father pleadingly.

It seems to work because all of Bruce's attention goes to Damian, and he melts.

"I know, habibi. I'm very happy, but you're so young."

"You adopted Richard at my age. And he was an entire child."

Batman concedes the point.

The rest of their family are called to the Manor, so Damian can get telling the rest of them over with. Because for people with secret identities, they're the biggest gossips.

The Kents cry (it's a family trait) and are very excited. Lois hugs Damian in joy and offers tips on handling being pregnant with a kryptonitian. Kon makes some very crude jokes that Ma Kent smacks him over the head for.

Kara explains the traditional rites for children on Krypton and starts planning a naming ceremony with Clark almost immediately. Damian is touched and shares his own traditions from his childhood that are a mix of Chinese and Arabic. All four discuss how to meld them at length.

Jon is just so full of love that he can't contain it.

Pa Kent does take his grandson aside to tell him that he is happy, but Jon has got to be responsible for his family now. Damian and his child deserve the best.

Jon agrees wholeheartedly but blushes when Ma tells him off for getting Damian pregnant so quickly and that she expects to see a ring at some point.

The bats are no less enthused. They are all very happy for Damian, of course, but after the hugs and offers of support, they glare at Jon and non too subtly check their personal kryptonite stashes.

Bruce actually smiles now that he has had time to process, talking about the trust fund, education fund, and other insurance he has already set up for the baby. (How he had the time to do so no one knows.)

While Damian is distracted trying to pry himself from a weeping Dick Grayson and overexcited Stephanie, Alfred delivers the most polite but terrifying list of his expectations ever.

When Jon nods along and promises that he is not going anywhere and has been in love with Damian for years, only then does the elderly butler smile.

(Jon once again wonders what Alfred did before joining Wayne Manor. Because he has faced villains less scary.)

Damian spends hours trying to convince his father that no, he is not going to move back into the Manor while he's pregnant or when the baby comes. (Bruce builds him a nursery anyway, just in case. His other children roll their eyes.)

When Talia finds out, she declares war on every kryptonitian as payback for Jonathan Kent 'defiling' her baby. The fight only ends when Damian steps in and promises that Talia is welcome to visit as long as she stops trying to kill his in-laws.

Talia, then, rather quickly gets into a buying war with Bruce. Not that they tell Damian after he gave out to them both about the silk baby clothes he received.

All gifts will be delivered when the baby is born and he can't say no.

During the next few months, when Damian starts to show. Many people who knew Damian when he was younger and had not taken to the time to observe anything or get to know the boy at all offer Jon and Bruce condolences on Damians pregnancy hormones and tell the young Super advice on being patient with his crazy partner.

They quickly have to deal with a very angry Super and Batman. The Watchtower learns to never speak of Nightengale in anything close to a negative ever again. Most still shiver at the memories, made worse when the rest of the bats find out what was said.

What they don't realise is that Damian is actually the patient one.

Jon panicks at every little development and spends nine months trying to serve his every whim even if Damian doesn't say anything!

Damians co-workers hold a baby shower and Jon is threatened by an army of nurses in bright pink scrubs to do right by their favourite young doctor.

And when Jon isn't there, the rest of his family is!

The rest of the Supers and Bats are overprotective and clingy to the extreme.

Dick practically moves in despite Damian changing the locks.

Cassandra especially enjoys feeling the baby kick.

Tim does way too much research, Jason goes crazy buying books, and Stephanie tries to convince them to paint the nursery purple.

Duke starts a betting pool. And Jon is pretty sure Kon is fighting the bats to win the best uncle already.

Damian does not have a moment of peace.

At least his boyfriend is willing to fly halfway across the world to get him a very specific dumpling he is craving at 3am.

His father is still campaigning for him to move home, going so far as to bribe him with a puppy.

When Jon gets called away on a two week mission while Damianis is in his third trimester, the man seriously considers giving up being a hero.

Clark is just about able to convince him not to, but strict paternity leave for all heroes is negotiated.

While his partner is gone, Damian does move to the Manor temporarily because Alfred promises to feed him.

Bruce tries everything to get him to stay after Jon is back. It almost works.

When Damian goes into labour a week early, you would swear he was actively dying with how Jon reacted.

[no-144444]

when it rains... -a.albon

summary: your week was shit, and you just missed your flight to japan. shit.

pairing: alex albon x fem! reader

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Honestly, your week had been a piece of shit. Extra reports, picking up the slack for your incompetent bosses, and dealing with the insane amount of work that hadn’t been done since the redundancies got announced, it all piled up into one big shit stack, one that you had to deal with. You were just excited to see Alex, and maybe take him up on his offer of being a full-time WAG rather than an accountant. 

And you missed your flight. Of fucking course you did. When it rains, it pours. 

All over you. 

You could feel the pressure building up behind your eyes as you ubered back to your cold, empty apartment. You needed to call Alex, tell him you wouldn’t be there for Japan, but that would mean admitting you wouldn't get to see him, which would break you apart. And you really didn’t want to cry in the back of an uber. Again. 

You held it together until you got home, then you just sobbed into your couch cushions, exhausted and disappointed, with only yourself to blame. 

Ding! 

Fuck off, you thought. You knew it would be your boss, or your friends, or maybe even the devil himself, texting you to make your week worse. You barely read the words until you saw Alex 💙 at the top of them. 

Can’t wait to see you tomorrow! Love you, night!

Can you call before the plane?

Miss you so much.

When it rains, it pours. And you were sobbing again. 

When the call came in, you didn’t have the heart to decline. 

Alex was extremely concerned to see you sobbing on your couch in your apartment. “What’s going on?” he asked, his voice soft and comforting, like it always is. 

“I missed my flight!” you cried. “And my entire week has been shit! My boss is a fucking moron, my co-workers seriously don’t understand how much work we have to get through, my friends were all made redundant so I’ve been eating my lunch in my fucking car, alone, and I missed my fucking flight because I’m such an idiot!” you groaned, wiping away your tears. 

“It’s alright,” he cooed, a soft smile on his face. “I’ll book you another.” 

You hadn’t exactly thought of that in your stress-induced breakdown, and it just made you cry more. “I’m an idiot!” 

Alex chuckled softly, the hilarity of the situation catching up to him. “Baby, you’re alright. It’s ok. I’m sorry this week has been shit, but it’s ok. Even if you don’t make it to Japan, I’ll get you a flight to Bahrain. I just want to see you, that’s it.”

“I want to see you too,” you sniffled. “I miss you so fucking much.”

He smiled. “I miss you too.” 

“Fuck long distance,” you murmured. “This sucks.”

He nodded. “Fuck long distance. Do you want me to book you a flight for the morning, or do you want to wait until next weekend?” 

You thought about it for a moment. You really wanted to see Alex. You also really needed a weekend to yourself. “Maybe wait until Bahrain.” 

He smiled. His perfect, boyish, Alex, smile. “Great. I think that’s a good idea. You just take this weekend to relax, yeah?” 

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“I love you, alright?” 

“I love you too,” you sniffled, calm now. “Can we stay on call?” 

“I’m yours until I have to leave. I have some interviews with Carlos in a while,” he explained. “You should get some food and sleep. And turn off your work phone for the weekend. Actually take a break.”

“That’s a great idea,” you chuckled. “Thank you for not being mad.”

“Why would I ever be mad?”

“I was stupid and missed my flight,” you shrugged. 

“It wasn’t stupid, it was a mistake,” he shrugged. “Everyone makes mistakes.”

You know what, he was right.

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[suni-writings]

Take the pain away.

jude bellingham x fem!reader

wc: 2.2k

+18!! mdni

(content warning: unrequited feelings, cheating [unrelated to jude x reader], toxic relationship [also not jude x reader], smut, fingering, unprotected sex [have safe sex pls])

it's been a while since i wrote a jude smut, but you ask and i shall deliver. we have been waiting for this one. heavily inspired by "fuck the pain away (lost tapes 2022)" by tory lanez.

He was exhausted. Not because of football, not because of fame, but because of his best friend. Being physically exhausted was something he was used to — Jude could get rid of it in a few weeks if it resulted in some type of pain. Emotionally, however? He was clueless as to how to heal it, especially since time did nothing but deepen his feelings towards her. It messed up his head, his thoughts got foggy, and he seemed to act out of impulse whenever he was around her. Nothing could really stop him when she was next to him, and that was his doom.

Well, that and her boyfriend. Her hideous, stupid attempt of a man of a boyfriend, whom did nothing but make her feel bad and cheat on her. She wasn’t the girl Jude used to know anymore — the fierce one, who everyone would be scared to even look at her the wrong way. Somehow, that manipulator managed to get her undivided forgiveness every time. It was a never-ending cycle, one that was tearing his mind apart. He was always the one to rescue her, until that dumbass showed up again, promising to be different and acting like a prince for a week.

That night wasn’t any different. The moment his phone vibrated in his pocket and Jude saw who sent the message, he already knew what it was about. And, despite being tired, he still walked up to her house, because she had him at his mercy. He wanted nothing more than to see her okay again, to be her sunshine of her rainy days.

Even if for a single moment only.

She had left the door unlocked for him. Jude carefully got inside, taking a deep breath. He could hear her sobs coming from her room, which he carefully walked up to.

“Princess?” Jude called out softly.

Even in the darkness, he could see her hands coming to dry the tears in her eyes. She sat up, still sniffing, and he sat next to her. He caressed gently her face and wiped another tear.

“Wanna talk about it?” he asked quietly.

“What’s the point? You already know what happened. It’s what always happens.” She let out a humorless chuckle and sighed. “I’m sorry. I probably look like shit right now.’

Bellingham took a moment to look — more like admire — her face. Red glimmering eyes, puffy nose, the bite marks on her lip to avoid crying. She still looked breathtaking.

“You look like a mess, honey,” Jude smirked. “But still pretty as ever.”

She gave a small smile, that quickly turned into a grimace, and she looked at him.

“I feel so weak, Jude. I don’t know why I keep letting this happen, I don’t know why I’m so—” she stopped midsentence and laid in bed again, holding back her tears. He was next to her, supporting the weight of his body on his elbow. “Please, take this pain away. I can’t handle this anymore.”

He took a deep breath yet again. There’s not much he could do, and all his options sounded selfish; even if it was for her own good, it also benefited him. Like leaving that project of a man for once and all. He slowly took strands of her hair out of her face, gently outlining her cheek. He avoided looking at her lips, because he couldn’t do anything about it. Especially with her this vulnerable.

“I’m here, princess. What can I do for you?” Jude asked quietly, toying her hair between his fingers.

“Take the pain away.” She begged again and looked into his eyes.

She had no idea how much Jude wanted to do that.

“I can’t do that. I’m not him, I can’t fix his mistakes, but I can—” he bit his tongue when he realized he was about to say too much; to act selfishly, to prove her she could do better, to give her a taste of what she could have.

A few moments of silence fell between them and her eyes searched for his. She leaned closer, as if she got the hint. As if she wanted it too.

Jude could be her temporary relief, he didn’t care. If he could help, he would.

Who was he trying to fool? If he could have her in any way, he would.

“Fuck the pain away. I could fuck the pain away, baby.” He whispered as he looked at her in her beautiful, almost translucent nightgown. “An eye for an eye. Give him a taste of his own poison. You say the word, I’ll do it.”

She leaned even closer to him, her hand gently resting on his face as she caressed his cheek. She bit her lip, thinking. She was desperate, and Jude was right there for her.

If her boyfriend could do it, then so could she.

Without a second warning, to Jude’s surprise, her lips crashed into his, hastily seeking relief. When their tongues touched, she was in a frenzy, and everything started to get blurry.

All she could think was the way Jude kissed and bit her neck, the way his warm tongue descended to her collarbone and threatened to go even lower. The way she tugged, on Jude’s hair, not wanting the moment the moment to end, needing more of his kisses. Of his burning touch.

“Need to take this off, princess.” He muttered against her collarbone, holding the hem of her nightgown. She nodded and stood her arms up so he could easily remove it. “Making this all so easy for me.” He said once he saw her breasts and tossed the nightgown away, biting her nipple before gently sucking it while caressing the other with expertise.

She was already panting. In a single attempt, he brought his covered knee close to her core, and the damp in her panties was undeniable.

That only fueled his anger. That bastard had her and didn’t touch her properly.

His mouth left her breast and moved back to her neck, sucking and biting it while his hand descended to her core and she her back almost arched in anticipation; if he knew she was that touch deprived, he would’ve suggested that a long time ago.

With his hands underneath her underwear, he pressed two fingers against her clit and moved them slowly, pressuring further to see the way her chest rose, the way her cheeks flush and how her mouth opened, too scared to make a sound.

So, without warning, Jude inserted the two fingers inside her and moved them fast, curling them until he found the spot that made her back arch, and the room became filled with moans. He kissed her throat, his mouth vibrating with each moan that came out of her mouth. His movements were precise, fast, and with an urge to prove something that, before he could realize or properly enjoy what he was doing, her walls were closing against his fingers.

“Jude, I’m—” she tried to say, but he smirked against her skin and moved his fingers even harder.

“You’re what? Tell me, baby.” Jude teased her and her back arched. He felt his fingers hurt, but it didn’t matter. Not when she was coming undone in his hands.

“Jude—” she tried to warn again, and he kept moving his fingers, looking at her in the eyes. She struggled to keep them open, trying to keep eye contact.

“Is that everything you know how to say now? My name?” He hit the spot once again and smirked. “I could get used to that.”

Her walls fully clenched around his fingers, and she finally came, seeing stars behind her eyes and leaving a loud moan. It was something she had never experienced so strongly, and she didn’t know if it was because her boyfriend didn’t care about her pleasure or if it was because it was Jude. Maybe the answer was both.

“Fuck.” she muttered, panting. He just smirked, looking into her eyes and leaning away, putting his own fingers in his mouth to taste her.

“Now that’s a very—” his fingers left his mouth with a pop once he made sure to savor the taste. “—very good girl. And a delicious one, if I might add. Could taste you for fucking hours.”

Jude didn’t care if he still had his clothes on. He had a taste of hers, and nothing would stop him now.  If he already couldn’t stop himself before touching, the gods may as well punish him, and it wouldn’t be enough for him to stop.

He kissed her again, making her taste herself before lowering the kisses — from her mouth to the spot under her ear. From her neck to her collarbone. From the valley of her breasts to her stomach. The kisses only lowered. Before he could reach her panties once again, starving, she tugged on her hair.

“No.” She shook her head. “I’m too worked up for you to eat me out. Need more.”

He bit his lip and smirked. As much as he wanted to taste her, he wanted to be inside her. He took off his shirt in a swift move and she sat up, crawling closer to him to kiss him and bite his neck. He felt like his skin was on fire and the bulge on his sweatpants only got harder. He took a deep breath.

“You’re not helping, princess.” He sighed.

“Am I not?” Now it was her time to tease. She straddled him and sat right against his crotch, making him almost roll his eyes. “You should take those sweatpants off.” She said as her hands caressed his abdomen.

He quickly turned the position, now on top of her, and took his sweatpants off.

“Good enough for you, princess?” He whispered, leaning closer.

“Better if you took your underwear off.” She smirked.

“Brat.”

Instead of taking his underwear off, he took her panties off in one single move. A risky one, since he could’ve ripped it from how quickly he took it off. He lowered and admired for a moment.

“Such a pretty pussy. A shame you won’t let me eat you out.” He whispered as he looked at her core, gently touching her puffy clit once again. She was stretched, but not enough. He didn’t pay attention to that when he had his fingers inside her — he just wanted to see her pretty face coming.

“Jude.” She called him out with some urgency, and he sighed.

Maybe the gods couldn’t stop Jude, but she could.

He took his underwear off, only now realizing how painfully hard he was. She watched as his cock sprung out, rigid, leaking with too much precum. He bit his lip and put his hand around his cock, spreading the precum slowly. He knew how sensitive he was right now, and he had to hold it back for her. He lined his member with her entrance and slowly dipped inside her.

She moaned loudly and Jude could feel his breath stopping from how tight she was. He gave her some time to adjust to his size.

“This is too much.” She whined.

“Darling, I’m not even moving.” He replied. “Your boyfriend lacks even in that area? He’s truly useless.”

She would’ve chuckled if she wasn’t having a hard time with the way his cock filled her, the burning sensation from the stretch seeming unending.

“It hurts.”

Jude leaned close to her, their lips almost touching.

“It doesn’t, baby.” He thrusted one time, to make her more used to the movements. “I’m taking the pain away. Just feel me here. That’s all you have to do.” He pressed his hand against her belly and thrusted once again, earning a moan and feeling himself from how big he was.

She could do much better than her boyfriend. He wanted to be the much better.

He started properly moving, hard, fast, desperate for his own release as well. To prove her how much better she could be fucked if he was the one doing it. And each time he hit the spot, he could feel her walls clenching. His hand never left her belly, knowing how deep he was going into her. He couldn’t stop.

She wrapped her legs around his waist and held his hair as his movements became more frenetic, moans dripping from her mouth to his ear with anything he did. He moaned whenever she clenched too hard against him.

“You’re so fucking tight.” he muttered, panting, trying to keep the pace. It was taking all of his willpower to not just come already. She didn’t reply, of course. She was too busy scratching his back and moaning desperately.

His movements became more erratic, slower, and, when her walls clenched around him one last time, he spilled everything inside her and fell to her chest, trying to catch his breath.

“Jude?” She called him out once they could properly speak.

“Yeah?”

“Stay. For the night.” She pleaded softly, caressing his back that were marked by the painting her nails had done.

“I wasn’t planning to go anywhere else, princess.” He smiled at her.

Jude held her against his chest, as she peacefully slept. He leaned his chin on the top of her head and, once he was certain she was sleeping, he sighed.

“I can’t take the pain away because I’m not your man.” Jude whispered. “But I wish I was.”

[greenwitchfromthewoods]

a new beginning. l Joel Miller

Summary: waiting for this day, more and more worries appeared in your head

Warnings: tears, worries and fears about being a parent, Reader is pregnant, Gail shows up, Reader and Joel are worried but try to support each other; someone new shows up at the end

A/N: I guess I was waiting for this chapter. And you?

your feedback is very important to me and I thank you for all the reblogs, comments and likes. 🖤 sorry for all the mistakes

short stories from life. [masterlist]

The next few weeks were really warm and not good for you. There was not much time left until you were due and your body was really giving you a hard time. You felt uncomfortable in your own skin, which was hard to bear and really overwhelmed you. Every stitch felt irritating, you felt swollen and it seemed to you that if Ann looked beautiful, you were rolling like a ball.

No, you didn't tell Joel or anyone else about it because you were already the target of their attention. That also annoyed and tormented you.

And it wasn't until one evening when Joel came home early and Ellie went out with Din and Jesse that everything came to light. For a moment he was scared when he heard your sobs coming from the bedroom, but when he entered he saw you sitting on the bed. Joel's shirt was tight around your belly, you pushed back your damp hair and your eyes were red from tears. However, as soon as you saw Joel in the doorway you quickly wiped your cheeks.

"What happened?" he asked, scared. “Something’s wrong with…”

“No, nothing with the baby.” You answered quickly, and after a moment you added a little too nervously, “And no, I’m not giving birth. Not yet.”

He looked at you tenderly and hesitantly approached the bed. “Will you tell me what’s going on? I can see that something’s worrying you.”

You took a deep breath, your lips shaking from crying. “I just… feel bad. And I feel bad because I feel bad, and I shouldn’t, right?”

Joel sat down on the bed next to you, seeing you nervously twisting your fingers. He gave you time to get out what you needed to say.

“I look like a big ball. I feel like a big ball.”

“Honey,” he sighed. “You’re carrying our baby, it’s normal at this stage.”

“I know!” you groaned, holding back a sob. “But no one told me that before! I barely fit into my clothes, and the last time I dropped a spoon, Ellie had to pick it up because I couldn’t reach it. And I’m so hot! And I’m sleeping worse and worse. I feel like I’m on an emotional rollercoaster and I’m terrified…” you took a deep breath. “I’m scared of giving birth, I’m scared of what’s going to happen after. What if I can’t breastfeed? What if taking care of her is harder than we think? What if I’m not cut out to be a mother?”

Tears ran down your cheeks after the last words, but you didn’t wipe them away. “I’m tired, Joel. I love you, Ellie, and this little girl I’m carrying, but I don’t feel good enough. I’m trying, but… I’m scared I’ll let you all down.”

You had to get everything out because you fell silent, sobbing quietly. Joel felt like his heart would break seeing you like this and barely understanding everything that was going on in your head. He knew perfectly well that you didn't regret this pregnancy, but you were confused and unsure of what was to come.

When he spoke, his voice was quiet and he tried to choose his words very carefully. "When Sarah was born, I was really young. Too young. Things didn't work out with her mom and soon I was left alone with this little girl. It was really hard, even though Tommy helped me, but he was just a kid himself." He sighed. "I want to say that I don't know much about how you feel, honey. I can only guess how scared you are, but I will do everything in my power to make you feel like you have my support. Remember, you are not alone in this. We will find a solution to any problem we come across. I will get up at night, change diapers, bathe her and put her to bed so you can rest." 

“You’re impossible…” you moaned, but the corners of your mouth twitched.

“I am because I love the most beautiful woman in the world, and she is carrying my child.” He reached out and wiped your damp cheeks. “I know you are scared, I feel it too. And we have the right to feel that way. Our lives are going to change.”

You nodded. “Do you think we are ready for this?”

“With you, I am ready for anything.”

Gail walked down the stairs and spotted Joel sitting on the porch. The sunlight danced on the wooden floor as she walked through the living room and soon approached him.

“She fell asleep,” she said, quietly closing the door. She sat down on the chair next to the bench and leaned back, pushing her blonde hair back. “It’s good that you asked me to talk to her. I think I could have helped her.”

Joel nodded. He seemed so vulnerable when it came to the people he was close to.

“Thank you,” he replied, his voice full of emotion. "I didn't know who to ask to talk to her. She has friends, but you're a professional."

"I feel appreciated." Gail smiled. "You have to try to understand her, Joel. She doesn't want to hurt you, she just..."

"She's scared, I know," he finished for her. "I try to calm her down, support her. Sometimes I feel guilty for putting her up to this pregnancy."

The woman frowned. "Please don't say that. She wanted this just as much as you did. But your earlier loss couldn't go unnoticed. She felt guilty about what happened, and now she blames herself for everything that's going on in her head. She loves you. I can see it and hear it in her voice. She loves you, the baby, and Ellie. She's just a little confused. Hormones." she said, as if that summed it all up.

Joel nodded again slightly.

“How long until her due date?” Gail asked.

“Two, maybe three weeks.” Joel replied. “My first daughter was born a little early.”

“I have a feeling this one might be similar.” The woman smiled and, seeing Joel’s look, added, “Just an old woman’s hunch, don’t worry.”

She stood up and reached out to put her hand on his shoulder. “She knows you support her and love her. What lies ahead isn’t easy, but it will be beautiful if you’re in this together. If you or she needs to talk, you know where I live.”

“Thank you.”

Gail smiled and soon walked down the few steps and headed toward the street. Joel watched her for a moment, thinking about her words. He didn’t think he’d ever be a father again. The thought scared him a little, but once you were in that vision, it made everything a little easier. He felt his eyes getting slightly moist, so he got up and went back home.

He found you asleep in bed. Gail had to close the curtains so the sun wouldn't bother you. There was a blanket wrapped between your legs, and from under your slightly raised shirt he could see the curve of your belly. If he had a camera, Joel would have definitely taken a picture of you then, and put it in a frame to remember this moment forever.

"Come to me..." your voice was barely audible. You looked at him sleepily.

So he took off his shoes and laid down next to you, and after a moment your head rested on his chest, your arm tightly wrapped around him.

"I love you so much," you whispered, falling asleep again.

"I know, baby, I know," he replied, kissing the top of your head. "I love you too."

When you first felt something strange, you were with Ann and Elijah, taking fresh bread. You froze with the loaf in your hand. “What happened?” Ann asked, maneuvering to hide the buns while not letting Elijah put the whole bun in his mouth.

“Nothing, I guess.” You answered, touching your stomach. “Nothing.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.” You nodded. “Joel is at Russo’s, helping them with the oven. Can we go there?”

Ann was surprised, but agreed, because when Elijah heard Joel’s name, he let his mother take him in her arms without a problem. The day was warm, although you could already feel the approaching fall in the air. You had been feeling really good for a few days, the temperature had dropped, and talking to Gail and Joel had also helped you.

Before you even crossed the threshold of Russo’s, the strange feeling came over you again.

“Oh, honey! You look amazing.” Mrs. Russo quickly approached you with a delighted look. “Joel is in the kitchen. Should I call him?”

“If you would be so kind, ma’am.” You replied.

Ann placed Elijah on the floor and he quickly trotted after the older woman. Your friend looked at you suspiciously.

“Are you sure you feel okay?” she asked. “It seems like…”

“I feel okay.” You answered a little too quickly. “I just need to see Joel.”

“Now?”

“Yes!” You grabbed your stomach again and this time it didn’t go unnoticed by Ann.

When Joel came out of the kitchen, Elijah on his arm, all he saw was Ann’s wide eyes. “She probably needs to go to the clinic.” She said. “As soon as possible.”

“What happened?” Joel was a little confused. “Do you think…”

You nodded. “I think so. I’ve been having these weird cramps for a while now and… This has never happened before.”

Ann quickly took her son from Joel’s arms, then moved the bag of bread from your shoulder, telling you she’d take care of everything.

Joel was already there, his arm around you. “If you see Ellie,” he told Ann, “tell her where we are, okay?”

The woman nodded. “Good luck.”

“That’ll come in handy,” Joel mumbled, and you hissed in pain again. “Okay, honey. Time to meet this little one.”

She came into the world just as the room filled with the glow of the setting sun. Joel's ears were filled with a sharp and loud cry that he felt in every cell of his body. He continued to hug you, and you dug your nails into his palms - but that wasn't important. Only that cry.

Your face, a moment ago expressing pain and exhaustion, now lit up. You both looked at the girl, whom Dr. Morris quickly wrapped in a clean towel and placed on your chest.

"Hi, little girl. We've been waiting for you."

Your voice was quiet, but you were sure she recognized you. You looked at Joel - he was looking at both of you as if he couldn't believe what had happened, his eyes glistening with tears. Finally, you saw a shy smile on his lips, and his eyes found yours. He didn't have to say much, you felt the same.

"Jesus, darling. You were so brave." he said, kissing your temple. “You were both so brave. And she is…” 

“Perfect.”

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Traitor (TF 141 X M!Reader)- Part Two

The members of 141 rush down the halls of the military hospital after finally being cleared to see you after hours of impatiently waiting.

However, just as they round the corner to your room, an alarm seems to go off. Nurses and doctors alike rush into your room, a faint shout of ‘he’s coding!’ being all they hear before the door slams shut.

The three of them immediately freeze in alarm.

They were told you were stable. Asleep, but stable.

But now you’re dying just feet away from them and there’s nothing they can do.

“What’s going on?” Gaz’s voice snaps their attention away from the closed door of your room. He’s just returned from a solo mission, having been informed by Laswell where the rest of the squad was. Poor Gaz is completely clueless as to what’s been going on while he’s been away.

And the others members of 141 hadn’t even thought of what would happen when he returned.

At first they figured they’d just explain that you turned out to be a traitor. But then it turned out you weren’t, and they tortured you for nothing. And now you’re in the other room, dying or already dead. And not once did they think about Gaz or what to tell him until this moment.

Gaz’s eyes quickly scan over the three men, taking note of who is missing. “Where is he? Is he okay?”

The others don’t even get the chance to answer when the door to your room flies open. Your bed is rolled out of the room, voices shouting, frantic hands guiding it down the hall, a nurse straddling your waist as she does chest compressions in attempts to keep you alive long enough to make it to emergency surgery.

Gaz watches the scene with wide eyes, barely able to make out your form between the bodies surrounding you as you’re taken away. He almost doesn’t see the flash of your unconscious and bloodied face, but he does, and the image instantly burns into his mind.

“What…” His words trail off as he takes notice of the looks on his teammates faces. Price, his usually stern and professional captain looks to be on the verge of breaking down. Ghost, the lieutenant that doesn’t often show his face or emotion, has regret shining in his eyes. And Soap? He’s already falling apart, openly sobbing as he leans his back against the wall before sliding down to the floor, holding his head in his hands as he rocks back and forth.

Gaz remains silent, taking in their individual reactions. He knows they hadn’t gone on a mission- they would’ve informed him if they had. And you certainly hadn’t gone on one solo. And being on 141 instantly makes other soldiers respect and fear you, meaning nobody would’ve been brave enough to harm you for any reason- not that he can picture anybody actually hating you. Not with how bright and friendly you are.

As he slowly comes to a single conclusion, his jaw sets in a tight clench, barely allowing his next question to slip out. “What did you do to him?”

Price immediately grimaces at the question, and Soap’s cries become a bit louder as he folds in on himself even further. Ghost simply stiffens, muscles pulling tight as if afraid to make any movements.

Gaz knows his conclusion was correct without them verbally confirming it.

Price runs a hand over his mouth, taking a deep breath before speaking, trying not to allow his voice to waver. “We should talk somewhere private.”

The four men pile into an empty room, Ghost having to physically drag Soap off of the floor to get him to go with them. As the door clicks shut behind them all, Gaz crosses his arms over his chest as he stares down his captain. A man he respected and trusted, but now he’s unsure whether or not he’s worthy of those feelings.

Price sits down on a chair in the corner of the room, leaning his arms against his legs. He knows this conversation will be tough, and if he isn’t sitting he’ll likely collapse in shame. Closing his eyes, he gathers his thoughts before beginning to explain. “A little over two weeks ago we were informed that he was a traitor- that he had been giving info to enemies. We should’ve questioned it…. Should’ve investigated to see how true the claims were. Instead we just jumped straight into interrogating him. We felt betrayed, and we wanted answers. For two weeks we tortured him in attempts to get answers.”

Price pauses, images of your kneeling form drenched in blood flashing through his mind. He shakes his head in attempts to force the images away before continuing. “After two weeks, it was finally revealed that he was innocent. That he was set up by someone else. He never did any of the things we accused him of.” His hands clench together, knuckles turning white as he grits out his next sentence. “We should’ve believed him when he said he was innocent.”

Gaz stares at his captain, unsure of what to even say. On one hand, he understands why they did it. They believed you had betrayed the 141, and they felt angered and upset by that, resorting to taking it out on you. On the other, they should’ve questioned things more. You’ve been a part of the squad for years fighting and laughing alongside them. Always having their backs and being there when they needed you. Why would you have chosen now to betray them? After being with them for so many years? The others should’ve pushed their feelings aside and thought it through more instead of jumping straight into torturing you.

His gaze sweeps over the others, taking in their looks of regret and despair. Good, he thinks, let them feel bad for what they did to you.

Without saying a word, he turns and leaves the room, the door slamming shut behind him.

[mind-intheclouds342]

Do it for them - Co-captain reader x Curly

Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6

Warning: Mention of rape.

You let out a sigh, as if you had held your breath for a few seconds upon seeing him there.

The only thing you could recognize was that blue eye color he had.

You were in a conflict, you didn't know what to do at that moment, your eyes filled with tears in an instant.

Before you knew it, you were walking towards him, your body aching, but the pain was secondary at that moment.

You leaned over his bed to see him up close, kneeling to be face to face with him. 

If he could express any kind of emotion on his face, you would say he was terrified that you finally saw him, your eyes were focused on him, and you didn't say a word.

Until you smiled.

"You're really alive..."

You murmured and covered your mouth when you started to laugh, the mix of emotions at that moment was a disaster, between laughter and sobs, you didn't know what to do, whether to feel happy because he was alive, or feel sad about the state he was in.

You slapped your cheeks hard enough to leave them red, trying to reason with yourself while listening to Curly's whimpers.

"Okay- okay- let me help you- I know they've been giving you painkillers for your pain, just let me give them to you"

You mentioned that upon hearing those sounds, you quickly looked for the pills and took one to be able to give it to him.

You moved your fingers nervously as you brought your hand closer to his jaw, his exposed teeth were something unpleasant to see, and the smell of burnt flesh was even worse in the room.

"I see why Anya looks so terrified... It must be difficult for her."

At one point, you pushed the pills down his throat and tried to move him a bit so he could swallow without choking.

In a short time, their whimpers ceased.

You noticed the robe you were wearing and decided to take it off to put on your uniform that was next to the bed where you woke up.

Curly inhaled sharply when you changed, seeing how almost your entire body was covered in bruises.

When you finished, you took a chair and sat down next to your husband.

They both looked at each other in silence.

"I understand why you didn't want me to see you like this... I really thought I would wait until you gave me permission to see you... I didn't expect to end up here in the nursery just like that..."

You looked at your hands and arms, well aware that they were covered in bruises that were now hidden by your clothes, but they were still there, and it hurt so bad. You took one of the painkillers and swallowed it, hoping the pain would go away soon.

"Do you have any idea why Jimmy hates me so much? Maybe he wanted to marry you."

You joked, leaning back in the chair, waiting for the medication to take effect. 

"I think I found a way to get back, we are heading to a Pony Express station, it seems you were able to reactivate the autopilot in the cabin before the explosion, we will get there in three months, I'm sure we can communicate with someone so they can come and rescue us."

Even when he didn't respond, you enjoyed this conversation you were having, you were happy to be able to talk to your husband again, and you knew very well that he could hear you, by the way he looked at you attentively. 

Anya: "Curly, I'm sorry for being late, I-"

You turned when you heard the door open and smiled upon seeing that woman, who immediately looked surprised to see you.

"Hey Anya~ woah-"

You were greatly surprised when she jumped at you to hug you, you pressed your lips together to avoid letting out a whimper of pain, reciprocating the hug in confusion. 

Anya: "I was so scared—I thought you would never wake up! I thought you were bleeding inside - we didn't know what to do - it happened -"

Immediately, you took her by the shoulders to make her separate and looked her straight in the eyes. 

"How long was I asleep?...."

Anya wiped her tears and took a breath before answering you.

Anya: "Three weeks..." 

You immediately got up from your seat, ready to leave the nursery. 

Curly immediately started making strange sounds, looking at the door and Anya, as if he were begging her to go with you. 

The woman looked at him strangely but soon began to follow him. 

Anya: "(Y/n) - please wait -" 

"Where the hell is Jimmy?"

You stopped and turned to look at her seriously. 

Anya: "Why are you looking for him?..."

"I'm sure that son of a bitch tried to kill me, I don't know what he's planning, but whatever it is, it ends here and now! Who knows what other damage he has done here on the ship and-!" 

You fell silent upon noticing his face, a mix of sadness and hope now that you were saying that. 

"Anya... please... no..."

Anya: "I told Curly but... He didn't do anything... I... I'm pregnant."

You opened your mouth, wanting to say something, but you just pressed your lips together, turned slowly, and took a few steps before starting to run in search of that man. 

Daisuke: "Swansea, I don't think you should drink that-"

Swansea: "We have no escape from this place now! Bah! Without the captains, there's nothing left."

He commented, taking another sip of the mouthwash they had found in the cargo. 

Jimmy: "I remind you that I am the captain now, so-" 

"CAPTAIN MY ASS!"

You arrived furiously in the room where everyone was gathered, you didn't even wait for him to respond, you took a chair close to you and hit him on the back with it. 

Daisuke: "Woah! What's happening?? (Y/n)! How long ago did you wake up? Why-?"

"GET OUT OF THE WAY!"

When the boy tried to approach you, you pushed him away, ready to hit Jimmy again, who was on the ground in pain. 

"DON'T TOUCH ME! I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!"

You started to shake as you felt the arms of both males holding you, preventing you from continuing to hit the other. 

Swansea: "What's happening with you?!"

"HE RAPE ANYA!" 

You shouted, exposing him in front of everyone, all of them speechless at the revelation. 

They slowly released you, and when you saw Jimmy move, trying to get up, you kicked him in the mouth, making him fall to the ground again. 

"You are disgusting, disgusting! Aren't you ashamed?! You've already done too much damage, you're on my damn ship! You're not going to do anything else here. And when we return, I will make sure you ROT IN JAIL."

You shouted this last part in his ear, grabbing his hair to make him lift his head, and then you slammed it against the ground again.

"Killing you would be showing mercy on you." 

You spat on his chest and left him there for a few seconds, you were going to have to find a place to lock him up.

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A Bad Night (bob floyd x reader)

Summary: Reader's night with friends takes a turn Warnings: Bad friends Requested: No Word Count: 647 A/N: Just a little drabble and someone new! *gif is not mine*

It was a typical California summer night. The heat was still in the 80’s despite the fact that darkness had fallen hours prior. Bob was in bed, flipping through his movie and show options on the bedroom TV. He’d promised he wouldn’t wait up, but he will. He always does. He’d changed into his plaid pajama pants and white shirt an hour ago, ready to find something to occupy him until you came home. He didn’t admit it when you left, but he was worried about you. You’d been practically bouncing off the walls with excitement all week about the plans you’d made with friends. Yet tonight, you’d been more subdued before kissing him goodbye and walking out the door.

The slight slam of the back door startles Bob, but he already knows it’s your footsteps making their way towards the bedroom. Something’s off, though. He can tell. He hears you kick off your shoes, your silhouette barely visible with only the glow of the TV lighting up the room. Bob just observes as you strip off your nice clothes and change into your typical sleepwear.

“You okay?” he asks, but there’s no reply. You simply continue your tasks in silence, save for the movie playing in the background. Finally, you crawl into bed next to him, wrapping your arms around him and burying your face in his chest. Bob’s heart swells before dropping from a great height when you release a sob into him. He holds you there tightly.

After a minute or so, you pull away and tell him the whole story. How both of your friends had actually cancelled on you; Jessica earlier today and Alice just as you had gotten to the bar. You’d left the bar to go to Target and get a few things for Jessica’s daughter, who was sick. When you arrived at Jessica’s, you were surprised to find Alice’s car in the driveway too. Expecting Alice to also be there dropping off a quick care package of Pedialyte and popsicles, you were left speechless when you found both women sitting on the couch, nursing glasses of wine and giggling. They attempted to make excuses, but it was clear. They’d excluded you. Not that they’d both cancelled on you maliciously; but Alice had clearly decided to come over and neither had even thought to invite you. It stung.

“Babe, that’s awful,” Bob says.

“I just don’t get it,” you say, sniffling and wiping more tears. “What is wrong with me?” Bob’s level of concern jumps up by at least 50%.

“Sweetheart, look at me.” Your teary gaze meets his. “There is nothing wrong with you,” he says firmly.

“Then why does this always happen? It’s always the same. I make a friend and we’re so close for a while…then suddenly they’re always too busy, always cancelling plans until we haven’t seen each other or talked in months. And when I ask what I did, why they’re shutting me out, what I can do to be better, they always say nothing. So something must be wrong with me, but no one will tell me what it is.” Bob shakes his head.

“They weren’t real friends, babe. Real friends wouldn’t do that to you. A-and maybe that means the only real friend you have is me. And I know that isn’t ideal for you; I know you want girlfriends you can spend time with because it’s not the same as doing things with me, and that’s okay. But I know one thing for sure. Those girls didn’t see in you what I see, because if they did, they’d be smart enough to realize they just lost the best girl they could have ever known.” You stare at Bob for what feels like a long time before wrapping him up in a tight hug, holding on until you both drift off to sleep.

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Rafe bringing toddler reader to see Santa and she’s so deathly afraid of Santa that she’s screaming crying and rafe has to stand behind the camera with her Lovie trying to get her to smile but when that doesn’t work he has to get in the photo with her and he’s so unhappy about it but she relaxes

Traumatic Picture

Pairing: brother!rafe cameron x toddler!sister!reader

Warnings: reader is scared of santa, rafe being grumpy

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The Camerons are currently decorating the Christmas tree, well mostly Sarah, Wheezie, and you while the others are sitting on the couch, Ward and Rose drinking a glass of wine, and Rafe is occupied on his phone.

He only sits here because his father used the bond Rafe has with you and sent you to ask him to join you all, knowing he won't say no to you.

As he lifts his gaze from his phone he sees how you're standing on your tiptoes, holding the star in your hand as you probably try to set it on top, which is impossible given how short you are.

With a sigh, he pushes himself up and walks over to you, reaching down under your armpits to hold you up.

You squeal and stick the star on top of the tree, clapping your hands excitedly and giggling when the others clap as well.

Rafe sets you back down on the ground, ruffling your hair before he gets back onto the couch, hearing his father's conversation with Rose.

"The mall closes next week until new year and we haven't gotten the chance to take Y/n for a picture with Santa, and we're busy the next days too." Rose sighs, taking a sip of her wine.

"What about Sarah?" Ward suggests but Sarah instantly cuts in, shaking her head.

"Hell no, I went with her last year and it was horror, she wouldn't stop crying while taking that picture." Sarah recounts last year's experience.

It is tradition that every Cameron kid gets at least one picture with Santa but somehow you're so scared of him that Sarah is sure you got a trauma from last year, and the picture never happened so hopefully this time it's gonna end differently.

Suddenly everyone looks at Rafe and he groans, throwing his head back.

That's how he finds himself waiting in line for a picture with Santa at the bustling mall, people in holiday rush to get presents that are on sale.

He's holding you firmly on his hip, scowling at everyone who looks at you both too long for his liking, rubbing your back with his free hand as you cling onto him and watch how children get their pictures, sucking on your pacifier furiously.

"A'ight, listen kid, we're gonna get this done quick, yeah? Just a picture and we're on our way home again. There's no reason to be scared." He tries to soothe you, bouncing you a little.

You nod your head, still unsure if you want to do this, the big man in red still giving you an uneasy feeling as you hear his deep laugh from where you're waiting.

Now it is your turn and you tense up when Rafe moves you to sit on Santa's lap, taking your pacifier out of your mouth as he pats your head, taking a few steps back.

You look up at the man with big eyes while he smiles down at you, his hand hovering behind your back in case you fall down. "Hello there, little one."

The tears instantly well up the second he talks to you in a deep voice, crying out loud. Santa stays in his role, the person in the costume already used to younger children being fussy or scared.

"Princess, look who I have here." Rafe tries to get your attention, standing beside the woman with the camera and holding your lovey above it.

Instead of calming you down it makes you sob even harder, making grabby hands for your brother, wanting him to save you from this scary situation.

"R-Rafey." You hiccup and the woman frowns, leaning closer to Rafe.

"Y'know, many kids feel safer when family members stand beside them." She tells him sweetly.

Rafe sighs, rubbing a hand over his face, and reluctantly goes to stand at Santa's side behind you, leaning down to kiss your head to calm you down. "I'm here now, yea? Think you can be a big girl and smile just for a moment?"

You immediately calm down the moment you feel his presence behind you, letting him wipe the tears from your cheeks and nod.

Still sniffling you manage to form a smile, Rafe standing there with his usual grim expression, there's no way in hell he will smile with all those people present, it's already a surprise that he gets in the picture.

Luckily the process is quickly over and Rafe scoops you back up in his arms, handing you back your Lovey and pacifier as he makes his way to where he pays the printed out picture.

After he carries you outside and to his truck he takes a look at the picture. "If you tell Topper or Kelce about this I'll never let you sleep in my bed again." Oh yes he would.

You're too emotionally exhausted to give any response, nuzzling your face into his neck, feeling him kiss your head in reassurance.

"Proud of you, kid." He murmurs, opening the backdoor of his truck and buckling you in your car seat.

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[romeoandjulietyouwish]

When she was alive, their mama would always retire to bed early, having the morning shift at the diner. Usually, she would try to read a chapter or two in her book. At least until whatever program the boys were watching was finished. Then, she would be visited by at least one of the boys.

Most often, it was Sodapop. He would pad into her room without a greeting and lay his head on her stomach. She would set her book aside and run her fingers through his hair. He always had something he needed to get off his chest and she would listen patiently, offering advice when she could. But mostly, just listening.

Ponyboy only spoke occasionally, usually to ask a question he’d been thinking over for a while. His questions always made her think. She knew he would take whatever she said to heart. When he seemed satisfied by the answer, he would tuck himself into her side, head on her shoulder and read her book with her.

Darry was her rarest visitor. He was either too busy with homework or thought himself too grown to seek comfort and time alone with his mother. But when he appeared in the doorway, she beckoned him in with a smile, tucking her book away to give him her full attention. It was in those quiet moments that Darry told her about feeling caught between the socs and the greasers.

It was as though the serene space of the room offered them the same comfort of a confessional booth for her sons. They could say whatever they wanted, knowing she wouldn’t judge them. Golly, they made her laugh sometimes, especially Soda when he was in a silly mood.

There were also nights when two or three of them all piled in the bed together. Those were her favorites. Even though she would need to wake early in the morning, she let them stay as long as they wanted.

When she was gone, sometimes they still found themselves walking towards her door.

Two weeks after the funeral, Soda made it all the way to the door before opening it and finding it empty. His sobs were loud enough to wake Darry.

Darry ran to his brother and just held him in his arms. The three of them piled into the same bed that night.

If Darry was honest, he was surprised it took as long as it did for Sodapop to seek that same comfort from him. It was more than a year after their deaths.

Darry was getting ready for bed, laying out his clothes for the next day when Soda strode into his room and sat down on the bed. “What’s up?” Darry asked.

Soda just shrugged. He flopped backwards onto the bed, sprawling out. Darry just rolled his eyes and kept about his task. He could feel his brother’s eyes on him, waiting patiently. Once he was changed into pajamas, Darry sat on the bed and shoved Soda over to give himself space.

Soda still didn’t say anything, but he rolled over and pressed his face into Darry’s stomach. It was like a pang in Darry’s chest. He remembered seeing Soda like this with mama so many times, how he would curl up with her and confess all his secrets.

Absently, Darry let his hand fall to Soda’s head. He didn’t even think before saying, “Soda…you know I’m not mama, right?”

Unlike Pony, Soda didn’t back away when confronted, he held on tighter. His voice came muffled by Darry’s shirt, “I miss her so much, Darry.”

Darry looked up at the ceiling to stop from crying. The thing about grief is that it never really stops, Darry hadn’t expected that. He hadn’t expected to still be having these conversations a year on. He thought it would get easier, but it never did. He thought one day they would just stop missing their folks. He thought they would get used to life without them. Not so much.

“Sodapop-”

“Can I just stay like this for a while?” Soda cut in. His voice was thick with tears, “Please? We don’t have to say anything.”

Darry swallowed thickly, “Yeah, of course, little buddy.”

Soda murmured his thanks, squeezing Darry around the waist. Unlike their mama, Darry didn’t have a book to read. Instead, he just stared at the opposite wall. It felt like his heart was bleeding, like if he looked down he would see rivers of blood pouring over his shirt.

Before too long, Ponyboy appeared in the doorway.

If Darry had to guess, he’d come looking for Soda when he didn’t come into their room. Tucked under Pony’s arm was his current book, a torn receipt as his bookmark. He stood there looking nervous, unsure if he was welcome in the clearly emotional moment.

Darry smiled and jerked his head, “Come on, Pone.” Ponyboy scampered over. He sat down beside Darry, leaning over to look at Sodapop like a curious cat.

Sodapop lifted his chin and gave his brother a reassuring smile, “I’m okay, honey. Just missing mama a lot right now.”

Ponyboy nodded. He leaned against the headboard, shoulder touching Darry’s. Without saying anything, he cracked open his book and started reading. Soda pressed his face back into Darry’s stomach. Darry sat there, pressed between his brothers.

He imagined his mom in this same position, holding onto her boys. He could see himself hovering in the doorway, wanting so badly to join but feeling too mature and too self-conscious to seek his mother’s comfort.

Quiet tears welled in Darry’s eyes. He would do anything to go back, to sit beside her one more time. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t fair.

Of course, Soda noticed the second Darry started crying. He lifted up his head with a frown, “Dar?”

Ponyboy looked over too. God, now they were both watching him cry. He suddenly found himself swallowed in their arms. One of them was petting his hair like he’d done for them so many times and like their mama and daddy before him.

“I miss her,” Darry told them through tears. “I miss them both.”

“It ain’t stopped,” Ponyboy added softly. “I’m going to miss them for the rest of my life.”

“That’s love,” Soda said. Darry felt Soda press a kiss to his forehead.

“Yeah, I guess,” Ponyboy murmured. The three of them untangled, Darry looking on at his brothers’ faces. They looked older than he remembered them being. Golly, they were almost grown up. Ponyboy hugged his book to his chest, “Is it ever gonna stop being sad?”

It was such a childlike question, Darry wanted to hold Ponyboy to his chest and promise over and over that it would be okay. But he couldn’t. Thankfully, Soda found the right words, “I think so. Probably not soon, but eventually.”

“That’s stupid.”

Darry choked on a laugh, “Yeah, buddy, it really is.” Quiet laughter filled the room, cutting through the heavy shroud. And because his mama was still in the back of his mind, Darry asked the question she always did at the end of nights like these, “Y’all think you can sleep now?”

Both recognizing the phrase, Soda and Ponyboy grinned. “What if I said no?” Soda sassed.

Darry kicked him in the hip, “Tough shit, little buddy. Some of us have work in the morning.” Soda squawked as Darry kicked him again. “Get out.”

Soda scoffed indignantly. He leaned over and heaved Ponyboy into his arms, ignoring his baby brother’s shrieks of protest and kicking legs. “Come on, Pone, we’re not wanted here anymore.” Sticking up his nose, Soda strode out the door very nearly smacking Ponyboy’s head on the door frame.

Darry laughed and called, “Goodnight!” The boys didn’t return the parting words, but a second later, Darry heard the tell-tale yelling of Ponyboy being dropped to the floor. On purpose or accident, he didn’t know or care.

Darry laid down in his bed, letting the sounds of his brothers chasing and yelling at each other playfully lull him to sleep.

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we want a family with you ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ●ㅤㅤㅤ ㅤ ㅤㅤ poly!wolfstar

the early afternoon sun was streaming through the curtains, casting a golden hue over the cozy living room as you lounged on the couch, legs draped over sirius’ lap, remus sipping tea from his spot on the chair beside you. you absentmindedly ran your fingers through sirius’ hair, watching him lean into the touch, his smirk softening into something more vulnerable. remus caught the slight shift in your expression before you even realized it was happening.

you had been thinking about this moment for days now—wondering if it was the right time to bring it up. but after spending the past week with lily and seeing her excitement over harry growing inside her, the yearning in your heart had only intensified. you could practically feel it in your bones now.

"hey," you started, a little softer than usual, catching both their attention. "what do you two think about having kids?"

there was a beat of silence that followed, their reactions not immediate, which only made your heart race a little faster. sirius quirked an eyebrow, his usual cocky grin flickering into something more unsure. remus stiffened ever so slightly, and you noticed his fingers tighten around his mug, the faintest of trembles in his hand.

“k-kids?” sirius echoed, the words like a foreign concept in his mouth. he glanced at remus, the two sharing a look that wasn’t lost on you.

“y-yeah,” remus began, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “i don’t think that’s the best idea right now.”

your stomach dropped, the air growing heavier. you tried to play it off, giving a weak laugh. "oh, alright. no worries, i was just—just curious."

but the lump in your throat betrayed you. there was a beat too long of quiet and you suddenly remembered how suffocating the room felt.

“oh! actually, i—i forgot,” you stumbled over your words, pulling your legs off sirius and standing up quickly. “i was supposed to meet lily and james today.”

remus furrowed his brow, a hint of concern crossing his features. “are you okay?”

you waved him off, grabbing your jacket and trying to keep your voice steady. “yeah, yeah. i’m fine. i’ll see you later.”

the second you were outside, the cool autumn air hit your face, and your resolve shattered. hot tears pricked at your eyes as you made your way to lily and james’ house. how could they not understand? how could they not even entertain the idea?

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james opened the door with his usual wide grin, though it faltered the moment he saw the state you were in. “hey—whoa, what’s wrong?”

you managed a wobbly smile before your face crumpled. “i-i don’t know what to do.”

without another word, james pulled you inside, calling for lily. “lils! we’ve got a situation here.”

lily appeared moments later, cradling her swollen belly, her face lighting up with concern. “oh, love. what happened?”

you collapsed onto the couch, and it all came pouring out—how you had asked sirius and remus about kids, how they had dismissed the idea like it was nothing, and how much it hurt because you already knew deep down that something was different.

“they don’t want kids,” you sobbed into your hands, feeling utterly lost. “and i just—what if they never want them? i can’t wait forever, and—"

“but do they need to want them now?” james asked, trying to make sense of your outburst.

you didn’t respond, just cried harder, until lily placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. her eyes softened as the realization dawned on her. “oh, sweetheart,” she murmured, kneeling in front of you. “you’re pregnant, aren’t you?”

her words sliced through the fog in your mind, and you dissolved into fresh sobs, unable to deny it any longer.

james’ eyes widened in disbelief as he sat down beside you. “bloody hell.”

for the next few days, you stayed with james and lily, hiding away from the world—and from sirius and remus. every time they sent an owl, you ignored it. every time they came by, you pretended you weren’t home. you couldn’t bear to face them. what if they were never ready? what if this dream of yours was something they’d never want to share?

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back at home, sirius paced anxiously while remus stared out the window, worry etched into every line of his face.

“she’s avoiding us,” sirius growled, frustration bubbling to the surface. “what the hell did we do?”

remus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “it was the question. we brushed it off like it didn’t matter, but it did.”

“we can’t be ready for something like that,” sirius muttered, his voice low. “i can’t—what if i’m like him? what if i’m just like my father?”

remus set his mug down, his eyes clouding with his own fears. “and what if—what if it’s a full moon and the baby—what if it’s like me?”

they sat in silence, haunted by their shared doubts and insecurities, until it hit them both like a lightning bolt.

“oh,” sirius whispered, eyes wide. “she wasn’t asking for ‘someday.’ she was asking for now.”

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it wasn’t long before there was a knock on james and lily’s door again, only this time you couldn’t ignore it.

james opened it, looking between sirius and remus with a mixture of relief and exasperation. “took you long enough,” he muttered, stepping aside to let them in.

they found you in the sitting room, curled up on the couch with a blanket wrapped around you like a shield. you didn’t look up when they entered, but you felt their presence immediately.

“love,” sirius started softly, coming to sit beside you while remus hovered nearby. “we… we’ve been absolute idiots.”

you sniffled, keeping your gaze on your lap. “you think?”

sirius winced. “yeah, we do.”

remus crouched in front of you, his eyes pleading. “we didn’t realize what you were trying to tell us. we didn’t understand.”

“and now that you do?” you asked, your voice trembling. “what then?”

sirius reached for your hand, his touch warm and reassuring. “now we tell you that we’re scared. terrified, even. but we want this. we want a family with you.”

remus nodded, his voice soft but steady. “we don’t have all the answers. but we’ll figure it out—together. we’re ready, if you are.”

tears welled up in your eyes again, but this time they weren’t from hurt. they were from hope, from the overwhelming love you had for these two men who, despite their fears, were willing to take this leap with you.

you let out a shaky breath, a small smile tugging at your lips as you whispered, “i think we’re going to be alright.”

and in that moment, with sirius’ arms wrapped around you and remus’ hand resting protectively on your stomach, you believed it. you were going to be more than alright.

you were going to be a family.

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[nightscythe]

I didn’t realize I’m not the only person on the planet who wants to bone big men in power armor. That said, we all know Big E totally didn’t do anything weird with their genes, right? Right? Leman and Horus have a knot and no one can tell me otherwise.

i gaslighted myself for over a year into thinking no one else wanted to bone the large space men. don't worry. i thought about this in far to much detail. now seems like an opportune time to say i have never ever written about knotting before. but a friend of mine used to talk about it everyday when we were in sixth form. she was obsessed, so hopefully i captured her spirit

nsfw 18+, pre-heresy, unprotected sex // i threw another one into the mix. emps never would do anything weird, especially not to his sons

leman

he didn't mean to. but, throne, he loves you so much. his usual composure is lost when you're around, he's so desperate to be around you, with you, in you, that it's evitable. when he's got you undressed, when he's trying to be gentle, his hands are trembling and his body burns, your scent fills every one of his senses and refuses to let him go. his fingers sink into your flesh so easily, you fit against him perfectly - it was a match made by fate itself, wasn't it? it would never take long. he's behind you, your back arched, knees apart like the good little thing you are. you'd barely have time to adjust to his size before he starts to swell inside of you, your soft, velvety walls coaxing him into more. he snarls, shakes, growls as he feels it. i can't... his voice breaks as pushes his swollen cock inside of you. he's gasping. he's thinking of nothing other than you, how he needs you every day, in every way so fucking badly. i need... fuck... you're so... his growls turn soft. he whimpers, wounded, unravelling. his words are a mess and voice is barely considered a breath. love you, he croaks, his weight becoming apparent above you. fuck, i love you. he's so affectionate when he's a panting mess. he's so enamoured by you it may be hard to believe. fucking you is so much more to him than sex. so when it locks, when he's whining and groaning as he fills you, he's already thinking about more. he's above you, you're still full, but he's still aching for more. one slow thrust forward, sinking his knot deeper inside. his arms are around you, his breath is hot on your shoulder and you can feel his body twitching. one more? he pleads, begs, enthralled by how you milk him, never quite believing that you wanted him half as much as he needed you. i can't let you go. he means it. he's so drunk on the feeling, he thinks he'll lose you forever if he does.

horus

he's obsessed with you. possessive. utterly devoted. it's rough with him; always intimate, like you're drowning in him. he's so stuck on the idea of you being only his that sex is a ritual. so knotting? it's the next step. its something he plans, trains you for. makes you need it just as much as he does, crave the feeling of his knot swelling inside of you to the point you're begging him for it. for weeks. waits until your body aches for him, until you're laid out before him, sobbing and and pleading on your knees. all for him. one hand is around your throat. the other holds your hip. he fucks you like he's not had you with him for months, rocking his hips into you with a hunger that went further that just feeling. mine, he mutters, over and over. his hips stutter when he starts to feel it. he forces himself to stop so he can hear you say it. say you need to feel it. say you need to be knotted like a good little pet. when you do, he grins. he growls. holds you down as he fucks you harder. you take me so well. he can't take his hands off you. his teeth graze your soft flesh, his lips kiss you like its worship. for a second, he's vulnerable, his head dipping so his forehead rests against you as he prays that the universe would be so kind to let him have this forever. ruins you with his cock like it was his sole purpose. he's so absorbed in the feeling, in having you come again and again around him, that he doesn't even realise he's close until the last second. his body holds you down as he comes. its the only time you will ever hear him moan, his gruff and masculine exterior taken for just a second. no one else, he breathes, ragged and exhausted. no one other than me, yeah? he holds you after. he's so sensitive, he squeezes his eyes shut every time he feels you squirm, exhales sharply when he realises you're a complete mess over him. he commits the image to memory. it will get him through the worst of times, knowing he'd have you sitting here so patiently waiting for him. mine forever, aren't you? it's not a question. he tells you how perfect you are, how no one could ever make him feel like this other than you. no one had him other than you. he'd do anything to feel this at the end of every agonising day. don't leave me. ever. don't even think about it.

angron

he's never slow. yet when it came to you, he'd hesitate. especially with your heart. he struggled to come to terms with your feelings for him, let alone his own. the way you look at him is always what sets him off, those innocent eyes that search for him, the way your lips curl into a smile when you find him and you always tell him you love him. but there's another step after that, an entirely new stage. one where you look at him with the silent beg of how badly you want him, because you're his and always will be, because nothing will ever compared to him, and that's something he can never come back from. he holds you. your body's pressed against the nearest wall, one of his hands grasping both of yours as the other spreads your legs. he'd stop to appreciate them if he hadn't lost all sense of discipline. do you know what you do to me? he questions, words hissed. you can feel the way his hands start to shake, but he never lets go. how you make me want to ruin this precious body of yours? he's panting as his cock slips into you, hips stuttering, his teeth sinking into you and just scratching the surface of drawing blood. he leaves no part of you untouched. so good for me, aren't you? you can feel his cock in your throat. he's everywhere. no control, no sense, just the feeling of you embracing every one of his senses as he groans, roars, leaves the sound reverberating in your ribs. made for me, he growls, ready for me to break every time. the hand that isn't restricting you is teasing you. pleasuring you, wherever he knew you liked it best. he always remembered. you can give me more. i know you can. cry for me. let me see it. your sounds break him, send him down a spiral there's no return from. he shudders when it locks, holds onto you like you were the last thing keeping him alive. he's seething as he fills you. his cock, aching swollen, throbs, his body shakes, he holds you in place and never wants to let go of you. don't leave, he plead, never meaning just this moment. tell me you're mine, always. he keeps his arms around you, your back pressed against his chest, but he's a touch softer. say it, he continues, eyes closed as he listens to you breathe, say you're mine. hearing those words never gets old to him. he starts to feel the metallic taste on his lips, the tears threatening to spill, and he's reminded that salvation only comes from death, or from you.

wanted to post this earlier but i was ambushed by a wasp. neighbour has a nest directly opposite to my window. very fun. anyway, this hurt me in a good way

[xpulchritudinousx]

How could we go back to being friends?

Katsuki shouldn’t have been there, not standing at the doorway of your apartment when your ring was still on the carpet of the home you shared. But his heart felt like it’d shattered and he couldn’t pick the pieces back up, not without you to help find every single one.

So even against his better judgement, he knocked on the door, feeling his heart in his throat as he stood before it.

There you were, opening it up without checking who it was like you always did. Even after he’d scolded you about it for years on end, you were still so stubbornly and loudly you.

“I need to talk to you.”

He knew you were going to slam the door in his face the minute he said it, stopping it from closing, not moving to go inside. No, no, he wouldn’t do that without your permission even if there was a bear chasing him down. “I mean it, please… Just… Let me in.”

To watch you hesitate, to watch the grief on your face instead of joy seeing him said too much.

“Fine.”

The ice barrier broke and he smiled at you a bit, sighing as he stepped in, not moving to take his shoes off. Standing right next to the door, not wanting to try and risk getting hurt in this process. So he’d stay on the fence, not fully committing to jumping until he knew there was a chance to fix this.

“I fucked up.”

He simply says, looking at you with a soft frown on his lips, brows creased as his eyes stayed on yours. Not approaching with the silent air of fear that you knew was deep inside of him, waiting to see if maybe you’d be willing to do it for him.

You just nodded in agreement, looking away as you crossed your arms, trying not to let him get to you. This was it, it had to be… Being hurt by him would be worse than being hurt by anyone, because Katsuki loved more than anyone you knew. No matter what he says or does, the minute he decides to keep you in his life it’s permanent.

But permanence wasn’t real to you, not when your parents ruined your career, not when all the friends you’ve had would drop you for a penny and a felt hat. How could someone so complete and full of life love someone as broken and hated as you?

There were no ambitions left in you, not enough to give him what he wanted, not enough to keep going. So why would you commit the cruelty of letting him give you his life?

He should spend it with someone who planted flowers and did art, someone who could do those things without spending weeks in bed without showering. Not someone who lost job after job because being medicated was something you couldn’t keep track of. Not someone who needed him to be their sole way of standing up.

But that didn’t seem to matter to him… Even if you fought over it… He wanted you to stay. He didn’t care how sick you acted, how long you’d stay in bed, he didn’t care how many wrappers he had to throw out for you if it meant keeping you in his life.

“I know I said things I shouldn’t have, but please… Come back home. I can’t- Fuck! I can’t live without you, please, please… I’ll beg if I have to.”

Watching him pace around the small space next to your shoe rack was something that broke you a bit. Seeing the man who lived in his own steel armor break like this still shocked you, even after all the years of seeing him be so human. It never stopped scaring you seeing the person you found so strong be able to be so weak.

You shouldn’t have broken down, but you did. Sobbing as you tried to turn away from him, covering your face before shrieking and hitting him when he grabbed your wrist.

Fists pounding into his chest as you cry loudly, shaking until you slumped into him, cheek smothered against his tee shirt as you grip onto it.

It was silent, dead silent as your sobs died down, the both of you with swollen eyes and damp cheeks.

Weak.

That’s what you both were, you thought it was pathetic, but being weak together is all he wanted from you.

How could he live without you when he’s felt your skin on his? When he was the one you blew soap suds at when you’d take messy baths and have to mop up the water you’d spill over the sides of the tub? How could he sleep in his bed without you kicking him? He couldn’t even drink his morning tea with your favorite coffee mug mocking him on the dining table.

How could he ever look out the window of your home without you jumping on his back and pointing out something dumb to piss him off? What the hell was his home without the life inside it?

So no, he wasn’t going to leave without you. Even if it meant hours of dedication he didn’t have, even if it sucked the very life out of him.

Because he couldn’t be in his home without his best friend, his one and only, the chain to his very being.

Going back home was enough, enough to give him everything he needed.

The tears and fights that made him sick to his stomach, the words that cut him like a knife, the venom that’d been sitting within your heart spilling out all over him. He took it all, over and over, because even if you didn’t know how to love without hurting, he'd help you learn everyday.

You both slept in bed together that night, after he finally got to put your wedding ring back onto your finger.