#already been to the eye doctors and apparently
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disasterology | boothill
boothill x reader, mad scientist reader
wc | 1.7k
genre | light banter, ambiguous relationship
warnings | nsfw, artificial cyborg guts, suggestive, body horror, love bug (literally via data transfer), mentions of giving boothill a womb, boothill bluescreens
note | my piece as part of the autumn festival collab hosted by @owlespresso ^^ Iâll probably make a part two to this to squeeze in more banter and get some actual freaky stuff in
âYouâre back at my lab⊠A little soon, no?â The question is thrown at Boothill without a spared glance as you are engrossed in several tasks at once. The Galaxy Ranger makes his way over to your mess of screens and tools by your main work desk, his strides reminiscent of someone a little too comfortable in your bubble.
âAnnual checkup. Donât tell me you forgot already, doc?â Boothill teases with feigned hurt, sharp teeth flashing with his playful grin.
âNot a doctor,â you correct him flatly.
A holo-screen appears before his face, stopping him from nearing your concentrated form. A flurry of data scrolls by and a pop-up appears with a few dates.
With a few final taps you swivel toward him and the screen. âAccording to your record in my data bank, youâre not due for your checkup for another nine weeks,â you state matter-of-factly. With a few taps and a swipe, the screen is gone and you meet Boothillâs gaze for the first time. âSo, whatâs the actual reason youâre here? Surely not just a friendly visit to the resident witch or whatever theyâre calling me these days on this planet.â
âRecent scrap didnât end too well. Legâs been acting up.â
Your eyes scan him briefly, humming in thought as you enter new data and access his file.
âI definitely noticed a few new scratches to your outer shell armor,â you note, speaking more to yourself as you log the new data. âIâll run some tests and analyze further.â
You roll back in your chair near him, gathering a few tools here and there and holding an emesis basin in front of him. Boothill squints at you in confusion, a frown pulling down his lips in a glimmer of dangerous, sharp teeth.
âHere. Spit them outâall the ammo you have. Now.â
His eyes sharpen, but he relents with a grunt. The metal of the bullets hitting the basin is all that fills the silence as you return to some screens and rummage through rows of drawers and drawers that line the walls.
Itâs a chaotically organized yet unorganized lab, to say the least.
âThereâs an empty box near you. Go ahead and remove all of your outerwear and any other weapons so we can get started,â you instruct as you prepare a table nearby.
Boothill begins to protest. âDoc, itâs just my leg. I donât needââ
When he turns back to your desk youâre gone from sight. It unnerves him and you appear behind him seemingly from thin air.
âHeyâ!â
You plug several chords into a few outlets on his hip. The feeling of the data processing through multiple base drives makes his entire body feel like numbing static courses through it.
Your face is close. Too close.
âLet's get a base-read on whatâs going on here for now. Iâll leave the room so you can get undressed if youâre modest like that.â Your eyes flit down and you smirk. âNot like I havenât seen your full model before.â
His face flushes a bright crimson and he sputters, shoving you away. You laugh out loud, unsettling and loose as you go back to your screens. Itâs become more apparent with each visit that you arenât entirely sound of mind.
âI still wonder why your face flushes red when your synthetic blood is blue. Perhaps Iâll find out today,â you grin, looking up and being met with a metallic click and the barrel of a gun between your eyes.
Thereâs a fierceness in Boothillâs glare, red cheeks betraying his threat. Though his hand is steady, your monitors signal increased levels of core maintenance and adrenaline. He doesnât know how to handle your teasingâ never will.
âI donât have time to be yer forkinâ lab rat,â he sneers.
Your expression remains calm, unbothered as a lazy smile makes way to your lips. Itâs an irksome sureness that makes the rangerâs eye twitch and teeth grit. Perhaps thatâs simply your insanity creeping into him as well.
It draws him in like a moth to a flame. And he convinces himself that he hates it.
âYou wouldnât hurt me.â
âAnd what makes you think I wouldnât put a bullet in yer head for crossing me?â
âPlenty of reasons. But really I only need one.â
âYeah? And whatâs that, sweets?â He scoffs, patience running thin.
You gently tap a knuckle over his heart core, the area making a soft metal clank as you do so. Boothill falls silent for a moment as you say nothing more. The mental gears turn a little harder than usual and suddenly his face is hot. Too hot.
âWhâ Whatâ Who ever said I liked ya like that?! A ranger doesnât get wrapped up in those feelings, ya hear?!â
And you fucking smirk.
âIâm not sure what youâre insinuating. All I meant was that you wouldnât get rid of your one and only mechanic on this side of the galaxy, would you? Who else would be stupid enough to take all your last minute tuning appointments and repair jobs after reckless battles? You need me, ranger.â You pause and shift your gaze directly at him. âNo reason to get so defensive. Unless⊠you have feelings for me?â
âNegative feelings,â he seethes.
But youâve seen right through him. Itâs an act of pity that you just chuckle and resume your work on diagnosing some of the sensors around his midriff. Still enough to keep the cowboy grumbling and red in the face.
âFeelings nonetheless,â you chuckle under your breath as you swivel back to the flurry of incoming data. âIâll head to the back to grab a few things Iâll need and see if a few spare parts are lying around that are similar to some of your fractured hip joints. Do not touch anything.â
Once youâre out of sight, Boothill grumbles and removes his hat and jacket. The bright industrial lights only serve to irk him moreâ never was one to like hospital settings.
Itâs a bit more of a predicament when the wires attached to his hip get in the way of removing his bottoms. He clicks his tongue and listens as your fumbling in the distance remains constant.
Whatever. Damn cables are in the way. What is he to do? He yanks them off and removes the last of his articles, shoving them in the box off to the side you left for him.
âFork me,â he grumbles. Thereâs an unruly mess of cables on the floor, most of which look the same and range in color. Naturally, none are labeled.
Just his luck.
One of your monitors beeps and a few pop ups come up as the data flow abruptly ends. In a panic, Boothill grabs a red and a black cable and plugs them in. He clicks a few of the pop ups to make them go away and resume whatever they asked. He didnât have time to read whatever jargon it said, not that he would have understood it anyway.
Heâs seated and on the examination table by the time you walk back in with a few boxes stacked in your arms.
A warm hum settles in his core with his data processor kicking in. Itâs pleasant, albeit an odd sensation.
You set down the boxes and glance at the screens, humming with thought. The pause is a beat too long and Boothill can only hope you donât prod. You tap a few things on the screen and approach him with a smile.
âAlright. Pain receptors are off and your maintenance mode is on. Letâs get started.â
â
Only about forty minutes have passed but itâs becoming increasingly clear to Boothill that something is clearly wrong. Heâs used to certain processes being shut off while you work on himâ that part is normal.
Right now, he canât seem to take his eyes off you. And you wonât spare him a glance as you work, much too engrossed in his gutsâ literally. He huffs and you donât bother looking at him. It pisses him off.
âIf youâre feeling discomfort use your words, ranger,â you mutter without missing a beat. âIf your pain processors kicked in due to something that went wrong I need to know before you blow up on me.â
Your tug at a particular wire makes him gasp, his grip on the edge of the table warping the metal.
âForkâ Watch it!â His breath shakes with a gasp, face flushed.
âYou didnât exactly come with a manual.â
âPlease donât say that while yer hands are in my guts.â
You snicker, ignoring his glare as you continue to work methodically.
âI could always give you new insides if I mess these up,â you tease smoothly, fingers deeper still in his abdominal cavity. âWould you like it if I gave you a womb?â
Boothill huffs with a shiver as you tug at that same wire again, his back arching slightly off the cold, metal table. His mouth hangs open, unable to say a word. Itâs overwhelming, an intense sensation that he feels in every artificial nerve end.
You call his name once moreâ so sweet and full of concern. The auditory hallucinations have begun from the wrong dataset he hooked himself up to earlier. Your voice in actuality is much more nonchalant than he processes.
âBooth? Ranger? Are you still with me?â You tap his cheek, his eyes darting shakily around the room. Red hearts for irises replace his usual programmed eye setup when he blinks to glance at you. You sigh. âI told you not to touch anything didnât I?â
âYer⊠my soulmate.â
âNo,â you deadpan, flicking your wrist to bring up a holo-screen before you. Seems the neuro-processors couldnât sort the wide range of the artificial emotion dataset and developed a love bug. âBoothill, if you can still understand me beyond the love bug, Iâll be turning on your standby function for a few minutes to finish.â
Youâre not sure if he heard you at all, watching as whatever he heard in his bugged brain makes him red in the face and shiver.
Then, he blue-screens and all is quiet after his metal body clangs against the table.
You heave a sigh, a smile still on your lips. âOnly your soulmate would put up with a ranger this obtuse.â
#boothill x reader#nsf mii#mii writes#cw body horror#cw cyborg guts#cw love bug#cw artificial womb mention#I need that cyborg every which way#heâs my babygrill#cw suggestive#mad scientist reader#hsr boothill#if Iâm forgetting any tags lmk!#ambiguous relationship
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the body's right eye fucking hate me wtf. i can't use it rn so i look like a fucking idiot with one eye squeezed shut.
#f: nastya (it/its)#everything is blurry there and light sensitive and giving me a headache#it was also making everything look like it was wobbling back and forth earlier#already been to the eye doctors and apparently#'it looks normal'#so i don't fucking know what's wrong with it#(i have pretty much the same experience whenever we go to the doctors for literally anything#so i guess we just Suffer#sigh)
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âBelieve the briefingâs down that way, LT.â Soap says, walking alongside the Lieutenant as they make their way to meet the rest of the task force, when he notices the older man starts turning down the wrong hallway.
âSmall detour.â Ghost replies in his deep Manchester accent, continuing on his way, uncaring whether the Sergeant follows him or not.
âWhere we goinâ?â The Scot turns to quickly follow him, curiosity piqued, knowing Ghost is nearly always religiously early to briefings. He has however noticed him appearing nearer to the start time recently now that he thinks about it, something that wouldnât mean anything should it have been anyone else, but with Ghost, these minuscule changes never came without reason.
âJusâ have to scratch an itch.â Ghost utters, barely glancing sideways to see the bewildered expression on Soapâs face.
Itâs not long before Soap recognizes that theyâre on their way to passing by the med bay, confusion worsening when he notices that the Lieutenant keeps fidgeting with something in his pocket. Something thatâs making a - crinkling noise? Just as they reach the doors, he watches him pull something out- almost doing a double take at the sight.
âWhat the fuck are ye doinâ with a bunch oâ lollies?â The Scot asks, befuddled.
âJusâ shut up and watch, Johnny.â Ghost quickly murmurs, pushing through the doors and walking in a confidently past the nurses station without a care, as though he does this every day. Maybe he does-
Soap tentatively follows behind him at a slower pace, unsure of what heâs walking towards exactly, but utterly intrigued nonetheless. As he turns around a corner, he sees Ghost has just walked up to you, one of the bonnie medics heâs seen around.
âMorning.â You smile softly at him, warmth apparent in your gaze towards the tall man. âWas wondering if you were coming or not.â
âPick a colour.â The Lieutenant practically grunts at you, holding up a handful of colourful lollipops towards you in his large gloved hand, ignoring your teasing.
âThink Iâll do red. Matches my nails.â You say, leaning towards him to reach a hand out and pluck said lolly from his grasp. Both men watch as you remove the wrapper, pink tongue peeking out from your mouth to wet your plush lower lip. Soap feels the wires in his brain click as well as his pants suddenly tighten when he sees how you wrap your lips around the sucker, closing your eyes and letting out a small, satisfied hum as you taste the candy and pull it out with a âplopâ.
âThank you, Ghost.â You blink up at him sweetly, sticking your tongue out to lick at the lollipop this time before sealing it back in the wetness of your mouth, eyes locked with the man before you the whole time.
The first time you met the Lieutenant was while treating him in this very med bay. Already enamoured with you to begin with, the deal had been sealed when you had pulled out a few lollies from your coats pocket, offering them to him. He had come back to see you the next day, his own stash of candy in hand, saying something about how it was only fair that the doctors got sweets every once in a while as well. âEvery once in a whileâ turned out to be every single morning you worked, truly nothing more than an excuse to see you.
And if you looked up at him so sweetly as you licked at the treat, his blood never not rushing down south in the process, well then that was just an added bonus wasnât it?
Readjusting his tactical pants and licking his own lips, Johnny had never been so grateful to Ghost before.
#call of duty#call of duty fanfic#call of duty fic#simon riley#simon ghost riley#cod fanfic#ghost x reader#simon ghost x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#cod simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon fluff#simon ghost riley x you#cod simon ghost riley#call of duty fluff#cod fluff#cod x reader#johnny soap mactavish
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When fertility clinics fail to give you what you want, you decide itâs time to take the matter into your own hands. And whoâd be better for the job than Choi Seungcheol?
Pairing: Seungcheol x Fem!Reader
Genre: Porn with a small bit of plot.Â
Warnings: This work contains adult content! MDNI! This whole fic revolves around getting pregnant!! So if youâre uncomfortable, please do not read. Smut warnings under the cut!
Word Count:Â 4.3k
A/N: Omg look, sheâs back with a work!! And itâs a standalone Cheol fic??? Damn. I wanna thank the lovely @idyllic-ghost for the beautiful banner!! Have fun reading and please be a bit more patient in case you are a reader of Challenge Me. I swear there is more to come!! also big thanks to @beomcoups for reading this over and telling me it doesn't suck, lol.
Tagging:Â @duhnova, @yoonguurt, @highvern, @smileysuh, @cheolism @the-boy-meets-evil @ourdawnishotterthanourday @gyuswhore
âI donât really know how to start.â You finally break the silence, sitting on the couch across from Seungcheol, your legs crossed and your hands laying in your lap. He watches as you lick over your lips, nervous eyes roaming around the room and something like a chuckle wants to creep out of his throat. He suppresses it and instead smiles.
âMe neither, donât worry. We can take it slow if you like. Or I can finish this water and we can go upstairs,â he pauses for a second, âor stay here, whatever you prefer.â
Smut Warnings: unprotected sex (duh), creampie, dirty talk, blowjobs, face fucking, usage of the word daddy, squirting, multiple orgasms (f&m)
Choi Seungcheol has never done this before. He has never sat in the living room of a woman he barely knew with a glass of medium sparkling water in his hand and a pounding heart in his chest. If anything, this had only ever happened in his dreams. Not the medium sparkling water (mainly because he didnât even like his water sparkled, medium or not) and perhaps with less clothing - even though that specific part was probably about to become reality.Â
âDo you want something small to eat, or something?â You ask now and Cheol flinches slightly, looking up at you with his big eyes and his mouth slightly dropped.
âOh, no, thanks!â He smiles back and takes a sip from his glass. It tastes awful but heâs not about to say that.Â
Your living room is huge; two big couches the color of creme surrounded by tasteful art on the walls. A fireplace and a huge flatscreen above it, pictures of friends and family on the shelves, books from authors Cheol has never heard of. He wonders for a quick second why you would choose this route when you obviously had the funds to do it the⊠more professional way, but then he remembers that he is getting paid for this. In fact, he already has the insane amount in his bank account waiting to be used to pay off his student loans.Â
âI donât really know how to start.â You finally break the silence, sitting on the couch across from Seungcheol, your legs crossed and your hands laying in your lap. He watches as you lick over your lips, nervous eyes roaming around the room and something like a chuckle wants to creep out of his throat. He suppresses it and instead smiles.
âMe neither, donât worry. We can take it slow if you like. Or I can finish this water and we can go upstairs,â he pauses for a second, âor stay here, whatever you prefer.â
You think itâs cute, the way he blushes. In a situation like this one, definitely not surprising. Youâve been thinking about this for months now: fertility clinics in your town and even outside of it werenât working. It wasnât the money that was the problem, but your body apparently. Or anything else. At some point one of the doctors joked that it would probably be best if you tried getting pregnant in the old fashioned way. By sleeping with someone who had a penis with functioning sperm. And whilst he had meant it as a joke, very clearly trying to uplift an incredibly sad situation (kind of distasteful, you find) you had taken it to heart and here you are now.Â
A friend of yours owned a few gyms in town and Cheol was a regular turned PT in one of them. He was handsome and strong, a gentleman, healthy and in desperate need of some easy made money. Your friend had overheard him talking to one of the other PTs and even though it might not have been the most professional thing to do - she had asked him if he wanted to help out in your specific situation. You have to admit - back when she told you it felt extremely humiliating. Asking some stranger to have sex with you to, maybe (hopefully?), get you pregnant. Not to mention her being his boss - if he hadnât reacted the way he did, he could have more than likely sued her for this.Â
But he said yes. And now he's here. Many dollars richer and with an embarrassed flush on his pretty face.Â
âUpstairs is probably more comfortable,â you finally respond and he nods, emptying his glass. After, he looks at you expectantly and you feel your insides growing hot. Heâs everything you wished for and more. Better than who you had picked first in the fertility clinic for sure. Itâs crazy, all of this, you know it, and yet you canât help but feel like this is also the only right thing. You want a baby. Seungcheol wants to help you get one.Â
Finally, you get up and he joins you, a nervous smile on his lips as you lead him to the stairs in the foyer, your legs shaking as you walk up, the sounds of his footsteps behind you echoing in your head. Youâre about to lead a stranger into your bedroom. A sexy stranger that will (hopefully) father the child youâve been wanting for over a year. Your stomach turns in excitement as well as arousal and you clear your throat as you reach the top of the stairs.
âItâs right over here,â you say, pointing at the door to your left and Seungcheol nods, eyes only temporarily leaving your frame.Â
A part of him feels like he should come clean about how much heâs been looking forward to this. To sleep with you, to breed you. Ever since his boss had asked him about this, heâs been excited. It was almost as if she had known. Showing him pictures of you, telling him how much you want to have a baby. She obviously didnât say the obvious, didnât say that you were desperate for cum in your pussy to get you pregnant. Mainly because that would have been even more inappropriate. But Cheol knew. He still does. Knows that youâre probably dripping into your designer panties wanting nothing but his cum and his only. Fuck, he is growing harder by the second. He has to calm down, remain professional. This is supposed to be nothing but a business transaction, he is well aware. But itâs not like he chose to have an extreme breeding kink, right?Â
The door to your bedroom opens and Cheol takes in the furniture and decorations only for a second before his eyes land on you again. You stand in front of your bed, your arms wrapped around yourself.Â
âI- uh, I think itâs probably best if we, uhm, get ready by ourselves?âÂ
Cheol nods. He kind of figured there wouldnât be much foreplay. Still, just the thought of you behind him, touching yourself⊠he comes to the conclusion he wonât need much handy work to be hard for you.Â
âShould we take our clothes off, orâŠ?â He asks carefully and you swallow, your eyes trying to be subtle as you check him out but he can clearly see what youâre doing. You want him to take off his clothes. You just arenât sure if you should. It would probably make the situation easier, yes, but it would also expose you to this man that is built like a god. You bite down on your lip and swallow the lump in your throat. Then, you nod.Â
With a sense of pride, Cheol moves his hands to the hem of his shirt, pulling it over his head without any trouble. Your eyes are immediately glued to his toned torso - the abs, the strong shoulders, his chest.Â
âMaybe we should turn off the lights.â The words escape your mouth before they reach your brain. A small smirk tugs on Cheolâs lips - youâre flustered because of him. Without a word, Cheol nods and turns off the light, sitting down onto the bed with his back turned to you. This is nerve wracking. Your face is hot and your heart is beating fast as you sit down as well. You hear him behind you. Hear the sound of his pants opening, of his hands moving to shove it down. There is no stopping the wish to see him, his beautiful body. When you hear the small sigh he lets out a few seconds later, you decide to just follow your instincts. It was you who had called him here. Backing out now would be foolish. So, you bite down on your lip and lean back slightly, your hand wandering down to your clothed core, pressing against it for just a quick moment, before you move to open your jeans as well, making quick work to get them down your legs.Â
You begin to circle your clit over your panties, eyes closed and the image of Cheol right there in front of you. The smug smile, the lean muscles on his torso⊠you wonder what theyâd feel like under your fingertips. Now, it is you who sighs softly and Seungcheol behind you groans quietly. The sound shoots through you, makes you crave to hear it even closer, right by your ear. You want him to hold you, want him to say your name as he slides into you.Â
The sounds you make drive Seungcheol crazy. His big hand is wrapped around his cock, moving up and down, precum helping to make the glide easier. His whole head is filled with you and nothing but you and he has to stop himself from shooting his load right away just thinking about feeling you tightly around him. Yes, Seungcheol seriously doesnât know how long he can go on like this without cumming. So, he slightly turns around, tongue slipping over his lips.
âIâm readyâŠ,â his deep voice reaches your ears just when two of your fingers slide into your pussy, already longing for more. You moan, feeling another wave of heat running through your body. Nodding, you let your fingers slip out and turn around, moving fully onto the bed. You hadnât discussed positions earlier, but you decide to get on all fours, Seungcheol slowly getting up.
He canât see you, only your silhouette that looks ever so perfect, ass up in the air and, fuck, he thinks he wonât last long. Swallowing hard, he moves and places his hands on your hips.
âIs that alright?â He asks and you nod.
âY-yes.â
Thatâs all he needs. Moving forward, his right hand grabs his erect cock, leading it to your core. God, youâre wet. No problem at all to slide into you, into your seemingly perfect pussy that begins to squeeze him right away. Seungcheol is sure there are stars dancing in front of his head already.Â
His size almost takes you out. The stretch hurts deliciously and the second he is buried fully inside of you, your head drops and a moan you couldnât suppress even if you wanted to makes Seungcheol thrust for the first time. He starts out slow but deep, trying to hold on longer by not speeding up. While the goal is obvious, he doesnât just want to cum inside of you and leave. No, he wants to make this a good experience for both of you. So, he listens to the sounds you make to the way your pussy clenches, the way your body shoves back against him. You seem to like it deep, seem to want it harder and, fuck, if Seungcheol wasnât so keen on still kind of keeping it professional he would push your head into your pillows and fuck you til you begged him to never stop.Â
All that fills the air is the moans both of you let out as well as the sound of skin on skin, of his cock sinking into your wetness over and over again. You want to scream, want to tell him to go harder, faster. All sense of professionalism is slowly but surely leaving your body and when his big hands squeeze your hips, you finally falter.Â
âH-harder, please!â You cry out and Seungcheol twitches inside of you, nodding to himself before doing as heâs asked. He leans forward, his hips hitting yours harder and faster than before, fingers digging into your skin as he groans in pleasure.Â
âFuck!â Your hands grab the sheets, knuckles white just when your first orgasm hits. Throwing your head back, crying out in nothing but pure bliss, leaving Seungcheol speechless. He can feel your climax around him, can feel you clenching, vibrating almost. He can feel just how good you squeeze him and there is no stopping his own release following right away, spurts of hot cum painting your warm walls white. He fucks both of you through your orgasms, sweat running down his face and finally pulls out, wishing the light was on so he could see his seed spilling out of you.Â
You turn around, falling onto your back, your eyes closed.Â
âThat⊠wow.â You canât find words. Mainly because you canât even remember the last time someone fucked you this good. Seungcheol licks over his lips.
âCan I turn the light on?â He asks then and something in his voice makes chills run down your back. Your eyes fly open and you bite back down onto your lip before telling him yes. Once the light is back on, you feel another wave of lust rush over you. Heâs fully naked. Heâs sweaty. Heâs perfect. Blonde hair sticking to his forehead, brown eyes taking in every bit of your body thatâs free for him to see. Different from what you had believed you donât feel uncomfortable. More so the opposite. His gaze on your body seems to light you on fire, making you crave more.Â
âYouâre beautiful.â He lets his hands fall down onto your bare thighs, slowly pushing them apart. His cock hardens again at the sight of your pussy, his cum slowly dripping out of you.. You allow yourself to check him out, seeing how his blood rushes down, how much he enjoys the view.Â
âI think⊠I think maybe another round⊠would make the probability higher that it works.â Another thing you say before it registers.Â
The smug smile appearing on his face now almost makes you gasp. Itâs so different from the person he was downstairs, from the shy and slightly awkward man who didnât know where to look. Now, he looks like a wild animal with its eyes set on its prey. Oh, god.
He leans forward, hands still on your thighs and your throat goes dry. His tongue licks over his bottom lip and his eyes seem to already fuck you a second time.Â
âWe should get this back inside, donât you think?â It takes you by surprise when you feel his fingers on your core, when you feel him gathering his release and shove it back inside you, his thick fingers splitting you open deliciously. This time you canât stop the gasp, your hands moving to hold onto his forearms, eyes wide and mouth dropped.
âThatâs right, take all of Daddyâs cum,â his lips are right by your ear and your body is hit by an enormous wave of lust, your pussy clenching around his fingers as he keeps fucking them into you. Moans escape you and your head falls back - at least you think it does until you feel his other hand on the back of your neck holding it steady.
âLook at me,â he breathes, âlook at me when I fuck my first load back into you before giving you another one.âÂ
You whimper as you nod, eyes watering from the desperation of wanting to cum again. Seungcheol is sure to give you as many orgasms as you can take. As many rounds as you let him have you.
His plump lips are opened as he watches you, your sweaty face, your blown pupils, your obvious need for more. Fuck, heâs a goner. Before knowing what heâs doing, heâs leaning in even more, crashing your lips together. Your eyes flutter shut immediately and you kiss him back, opening your lips to invite him inside. He groans against your mouth, his tongue sliding into your warmth, feeling yours a few seconds later.Â
The kiss is heated and desperate and every vein in your body seems to be on fire. Your heart is pounding at triple speed in your chest and when Seungcheol parts for air, youâre already craving him again. You want to touch him, want him to hold you close when heâs back inside of you, when he gives you what you need, what you want. There seem to be no coherent thoughts left in your brain as he continues to kiss you with his fingers buried inside your sweet cunt.Â
âDo you even know how hot you are, fuck,â he breathes against your lips now, pulling his fingers out of you to have both his hands on you the next second. He kisses you again, hungry for your touch. Hands all over you, gliding from your hips to your breasts, getting rid of the shirt you were still wearing. He wants to see all of you, lose himself in your body, wants to get high on what it feels like to know you want him just as bad as he wants you. This isnât just about making you a mum anymore. Seungcheol wants to give you pleasure, wants to treat you the way you deserve. He saw it in your eyes earlier - saw how you want it hard and rough, heard it in your pleads for him.Â
âOn your knees, face me.â Itâs an order youâre more than happy to follow. You bite down onto your lip and get on your knees, looking up at him. God, he looks ethereal.Â
âGood girl, so, so good for me.â You shiver when he lets his fingers slide over your face, down to your mouth, sliding them in. You suck them in without having to be asked. They taste like you and him and your eyes roll back when he begins to fuck them down your throat, his free hand cradling your tits again.Â
âThatâs right. Fuck.âÂ
Itâs like he is in a trance, hypnotized by the way you look with his fingers in your mouth, knowing full well his seed is still inside and will soon be joined by more. He feels like he is addicted to you already, like he just canât get enough of you. He wants to taste you, wants to have you come on his cock over and over again.
His eyes are glued to you. You, who is sucking on his fingers so prettily, your tongue swirling around the digits and Seungcheol grows impatient. He pulls his fingers out of your mouth and instead grabs his half hard cock with his slicked up fingers, jerking himself off a few times, eyes never leaving yours.Â
âOpen up wide for me, baby girl.âÂ
His cock slides through your lips and into your mouth and your eyes roll back, tongue already pressing against his thick length. The groan he lets out makes slick run down your thighs. You want him so bad, your pussy is throbbing and clenching and you feel like your head has never been this dizzy before. Nothing but arousal is in the air, the smell of you and him and what youâve done just as hypnotizing as your eyes.Â
Working forward slowly, Cheol watches as you take more and more of him down your perfect throat, his own mouth hanging low. No one has ever looked as good with his cock in their mouth. He doubts anyone ever will. Heâs big, he knows he is and while he wants to be careful with you - he also wants to ruin you. Wants to see drool dripping down your chin, wants to hear you choke on his huge cock.Â
âTake it all, I know you can.â He pushes further, his tip gliding down your throat and you choke, your eyes filling with tears, but there is no part of you that isnât fully enjoying this. You want him to fuck your mouth, to be rough, harsh. Want to be used by him all while having him breed you later on. He watches you, watches the first tear and the first small pool of drool, his cock growing heavier on your tongue by the second.
âLook at you. So, so pretty. Getting Daddyâs cock hard so he can breed you again, isnât that so nice of you?â
He does his first thrust down your throat and you choke once more, followed by a moan around his cock that makes him groan. Everything around him is a blur. There is only you and your mouth, the warmth of it, the feeling of how your throat restricts around his length, how you seem to vibrate around him.Â
Getting your throat fucked certainly wasnât on your list of probable things happening tonight. But you lose yourself in the feeling of him using you to get off. Feeling him grow harder in your mouth, spit dripping from your mouth onto your bed, his taste ever so present. God, you wanna devour him until he explodes inside of you.Â
As much as he enjoys this, though, there is a reason he is here. With a last hard thrust down your excellent throat, he pulls out, watching you gain back your breath, your eyes fluttering open and looking at him with such desperate want it makes shivers run down his back.Â
There is no need for words - he leans forward, pushing you over so youâre on your back, his lips catching yours in another heated kiss. His hand is around his cock, leading it to your entrance. The tip breaches you and you moan into the kiss, your arms wrapping around his neck, pulling him even closer. Your legs almost automatically set around his waist, his cock sinking as deep into you as possible.
âFuck,â he breathes, settling inside of you, giving him and you a second to adjust. God, he could already shoot his load. You feel perfect around him. Like you were made for him and only him. It suddenly bothers him - the fact heâs gonna get you pregnant and never see you again. The thought is scary, and he might have spiraled into something - but you have a different idea.Â
Wiggling your hips, you are whining into his mouth, trying to finally get him to move. Your pussy squeezes him, begs him and Cheol is just a man after all. He does his first thrust that is quickly followed by more. Soon, both of your moans are filling the room, his lips kissing every inch of you he can reach, your heartbeat rapidly increasing. You feel like youâre in a different dimension, a dimension that only exists for you and Seungcheol and your pleasure. You arch your back, his mouth on your tits, sucking and biting them, your moans getting louder every second.Â
While you donât want it to end, you also want nothing more than for him to fill you up again. Feel him twitch and lose control because of you. Your nails dig into his muscular back just as he leans back, his dark eyes staring into yours as he fucks you harder, his hands shoving your thighs back, his movements becoming more fluid. Your eyes roll back and you sure you can feel him in your stomach, or no, you can feel him everywhere.
âLook at you, so fucking beautiful, could look at you forever.âÂ
You wonder if he knows what those words do to you. If he knows how hot he is, how ethereal he looks. Probably. With your mouth and eyes wide, your body in his hands and your pussy crying, begging, yearning for release, you let yourself fall. Fall down into the greatest pleasure of your life, waves and waves of it hitting you, liquid shooting out of you and onto Cheolâs cock and thighs, loud and lewd moans leaving your throat as you reach the highest height youâve ever been.
Seungcheolâs response is the prettiest sound youâve ever heard, his own eyes not able to stay open as he fucks into you faster and harder, so close to bursting. And when he does, when he lets go as well, when all he has to give is ready to be given - there is no stopping the wave of yet another orgasm hitting you. Spurts of white are met by your pussy squeezing him, by you crying out his name over and over while his hips crash against yours at rapid speed over and over again.Â
Then, he collapses on top of you. Your legs fall into their natural position and your hands find the back of his head, stroking through his wet strands of hair. You are both panting, his chest glued to yours. Sweat and drool and other bodily fluids give the air the smell of sex and you wonder how long itâll linger in your bedroom. Youâre not sure you ever want it to leave. Or him, for that matter.
It takes a good couple of minutes before Seungcheol is able to lift his head to look at you. His eyes sparkle and you smile, one hand wandering to cup his cheek and caress it softly.
âHi,â you whisper. He canât help but smile back.
âHi,â he replies quitely.Â
He kisses you after. Soft and sweet. He is still buried inside of you, keeping his cum inside you, making sure itâs all right where it belongs. The thought makes him wonder. Makes him ask himself why it feels like itâs not just his seed that belongs to you. He doesnât dare to speak whatâs on his mind. Instead, he just continues to kiss you.
Unknowingly that you were just thinking the exact same thought as him.Â
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sweet love | pjm
‷ part of the dads universe
†pairing: coffee shop owner!jimin x female readerÂ
†genre: parents au, exes to lovers, fluff, and smutÂ
†rating: 18+Â
†summary: jimin is the father of your four-year-old daughter, moon, and heâs also your ex. an ex you never considered getting back to, but that wasnât until you both found yourself being single again. watching a movie with moon every sunday became the perfect excuse to flirt together discreetly. a flirt that brought back ten years of sweet love.Â
†words: 14,388Â
†warnings: mention of pregnancy, mention of breakup, sexual tension, flirting, long-haired!jimin, little moon is sick, mention of jealousy, some teasing, a lot of making out, mention of struggles after a breakup, praising, mention of postpartum struggles, some swearing, pet names, thigh riding, dirty talking, masturbation, dom!jimin, big cock!jimin, missionary, penetrative sex, unprotected sex, rough sex, nipple play, creampie, and multiple orgasms
†authorâs note: hiiii guys âš so here you finally have sweet love!! as âbefore youâ, itâs an old fic that i rewrote and in this one iâve added extra scenes and conversations. it was definitely fun to rewrite it and make it part of the dads universe đ€ hope youâll enjoy it & happy jimin day đ
Slowly, you open the door of your daughterâs bedroom. Â
âAre you ready?â You ask your small daughter.Â
Sheâs struggling to put on her little blue dress, but today, she insisted on dressing by herself. Apparently, a little girl at her school already does everything alone, and Moon, your four-year-old daughter, wants to be just like her. But in general, your little daughter has been showing you that she wants to become more and more independent.Â
You can totally understand her, you absolutely want her to do things on her own but itâs also okay to ask for a little help. Â
âLet me help, booboo.âÂ
You rush in her direction to help her out with her dress. She doesnât push you away or anything, she just lets you give her a hand. As you do so, you simply canât believe that she is already four years old. For you, sheâll forever be the tiny little baby that she was at her birth.Â
Moon was born prematurely, almost five weeks before the due date. She was tiny and more fragile, but she quickly grew once outside and she easily gained weight. The doctors and nurses were actually very impressed by her fast growth. You still remember how proud you were of her †and youâre still very proud of everything she accomplishes.Â
But since the day she was born, you can only see her as a tiny little baby. Your tiny baby.   Â
âMommy, daddy is coming soon?â Her little eyes look up at you. Â
You quickly glance down at your watch to check what time it is.Â
âHe should be coming any minute,â you tell her.Â
Moonâs father, Jimin, isn't your partner anymore, and today is the day heâs coming to pick her up to spend the week with her. When you broke up with Jimin, you agreed to share Moonâs custody. One week sheâs with you, the next one sheâs with Jimin. In the last three years, everything has been working out pretty well.Â
âHave you already chosen the movie you want to watch?âÂ
For the past couple of weeks, the day you or Jimin pick up Moon at the otherâs place, the three of you watch a movie together. You always come around 2 pm to enjoy a good afternoon together. Moon is always the one to choose the movie, and you and her father just let her do. Itâs better if she enjoys this moment as much as she can. She doesnât like watching tv, but she can open an exemption for her disney movies.Â
Since sheâs a little baby, youâve been watching all the disney movies with her so she would know them when sheâs older. Today, she loves them so much that she just wants to watch them, making you and Jimin watch them again and again.  Â
âNot sure yet,â she answers. âWe can choose when daddy comes.âÂ
âOkay, booboo.âÂ
The dress is finally correctly put on your baby, she looks so beautiful. Every week, when Jimin takes her, it always breaks your heart. You perfectly know sheâll be in good hands but being apart from your baby is tough. If things depended on you, youâd be 24/7 around your daughter. But thatâs life. She has a father who isnât your partner anymore, and she deserves to be with him and to be loved by him. The only perk of sharing custody is that you can do your own things when Moon is at her fatherâs.Â
Your eyes roam at the tiny little girl standing in front of you, causing a smile to spread on your face. She looks a lot like her father. She isnât totally a mini-living version of him, but she inherited a lot of his traits. Thereâs also a lot about her personality that reminds you of him. She clearly takes a lot after him. However, your favorite thing about their resemblance is the way she smiles with her eyes just like him.
The doorbell rings, making your daughter run to the entrance to open the door to her beloved daddy. She always does that when he comes, she always wants to be the first to see him. As you leave her bedroom to join the two of them, you hear Jiminâs voice.Â
âMy little princess,â he says before grabbing his little daughter.Â
From afar, you watch this tender moment between a father and a daughter. Their reunion every two weeks melts your heart. It just perfectly shows the sweet and gentle love they have for each other. Even if today you arenât with Jimin anymore, for sure, you chose the best father for your daughter.Â
As you see them today, you believe that breaking up was the best decision you both took three years ago. Things wouldnât be as they are today, youâre completely sure about it. Most probably your little family would be more broken, and youâre convinced that you wouldnât even speak with your ex which in the end would be absolutely sad. Â
At first, you deeply regretted offering your daughter this kind of dysfunctional family. For a long time, you were persuaded that she would be destroyed because of this separation that happened when she was only seven months old. However, as you and Jimin made everything to remain friends for her own good, you got to see your daughter blooming into this remarkable human being. In the end, this dysfunctional family is her kind of normal because you always made sure she came first.
âHey,â you say as you get closer to the two of them.Â
Jiminâs face turns to look at you, his smile never leaving his face. Your heart squeezes when his eyes lock with yours. He looks absolutely stunning with that brown polo and black classic pants. His sleeves are rolled up, and you can see in his hands a black cap. His strong arms tightly hold your little princess who is now looking at you too.Â
Lately, things have changed between you and Moonâs father. After you ended things with your ex, a sexual tension has been growing between the two of you. At first, it was just a simple flirt between the two of you, something completely innocent. Honestly, you let it happen because it reminded you of the ten years you spent with him. It felt good to be back to how things were.Â
Seeing movies every sunday with your daughter is just an excuse to spend more time together. Honestly, itâs good to be able to spend more time together. Also, youâve noticed how happier your baby is after the now-weekly movie session. In the end, this little excuse to flirt more and be more together has a lot of positive outcomes.Â
None of you has actually thought of what could eventually happen if you decide to ever go further than flirting. However, you are both trying to be extremely careful because there is Moon. Any decision that you might take will impact her first, and you both want to keep this dynamic that has been working for three years now.Â
âHi, yn,â Jimin says as he takes a step closer in your direction.Â
The man presses a kiss on your cheek, causing an intense wave of heat to suddenly grow inside you. Lately, every time he presses a soft kiss on your cheeks or even if his body brushes against yours, you instantly feel extremely hot. The power the man holds over you still blows your mind. Â
Moon also takes advantage to press a kiss on your other cheek, and you smile as the two of them simply show you affection.Â
âMama is really beautiful,â your daughter says as she looks now to her dad.
Your daughter always adores complimenting you, she probably takes that after her father. While you were together, the man would shower you with compliments, it was his way of showing his love for you. It honestly made you extremely happy, and now, you have this little pumpkin who constantly does the same.  Â
âShe really is!â Jimin agrees, his eyes still devouring you.Â
Your eyes donât ever leave his figure. Jimin has been letting his hair grow lately, and you believe that it suits him really well. With the cap in his hand, you can totally picture him with it on his long hair. He must look like a whole damn snack. A snack youâd definitely love to take a bite.Â
âAnd both of you also are very handsome!â you reply with a bright smile on your face.Â
They are more than handsome. They are perfect. The most perfect human beings you have ever laid eyes on. Well, technically, Moon is only this perfect because the man holding her right now made love to you almost five years ago. She is perfect because her father is too.     Â
For a brief moment, your eyes glance at the two of them, but every time they land on Jimin, all you can sense is the growing sexual tension. The tension between you and Jimin has reached its highest peak for the past few days. The man in front of you has been texting you a lot, being quite flirty with you, and honestly, he would have preferred if the two of you were alone. But today, heâs here for his daughter. For you, he already has some ideas behind his mind for another day.   Â
âSo, weâre going to watch that movie?â Jimin asks your little daughter.Â
His eyes move from you to his princess. Every time he looks at her, all he thinks about is the ten years of sweet love he shared with you. The ten years spent with you were definitely the best years of his life, and just like you, today, he doesnât regret how things have changed between the two of you. For sure, he would have preferred to give another kind of family to his baby. If he could, he would give her the same kind of family he grew up in. Â
But itâs life.Â
Things canât always be the way we want them, but Jimin has been trying to give the best to his daughter. Being on good terms with you has always been his top priority because he knows it will affect your little baby. Her happiness comes before anything else. Â
âYes!â Moon exclaims with delight.Â
The three of you head to the living room, Jimin sitting on the couch while you grab the remote control. He sits on the couch with Moon on his lap, she gets all comfortable in her fatherâs arms before you quickly join them. As you turn the tv on, you take a seat next to your ex. Your little baby looks at you with a bright smile on her face, showing you just how much happiness this moment brings to her. Â
âWhich movie do you want to watch?âÂ
Moon starts thinking about what sheâd like to see but knowing her, itâs probably going to take her three hours before she makes a decision.Â
âWhat about Frozen?â you suggest as you set Disney + on tv.Â
âNo,â she says, shaking her head.Â
âZootopia?â Jimin proposes.Â
Moon doesnât seem convinced by your suggestions. That girl doesnât watch that much tv but sheâs still very tough when it comes to choosing something. On top of that, sheâs also extremely tired today. Last night, she wasnât feeling very well which led her to not sleep a lot. Most probably, sheâs going to fall asleep during the movie but itâll be okay. You prefer that honestly.Â
âRaya!â She almost screams as she sees the movie being suggested on the screen.Â
âOkay, booboo,â you say as you select Raya and the last dragon.Â
Moon gets all comfortable on her fatherâs lap after he pulls a blanket on her small body. You smile as you see them. The bond between a father and a daughter is truly magical. Every time you see Jimin and Moon interacting together, it reminds you of the close relationship you have with your father. He has always been there for you, he has always given you the right amount of love, and since you were a little baby, youâd do anything for him.Â
As you see Moon and Jimin, you know that theyâll share the same bond. It will for sure be different but it will be a very strong one. Plus, sheâs a total daddyâs girl. She has Jimin wrapped around her little fingers, and heâll do anything for her. For sure, in the future, sheâll be the one doing everything for him.    Â
On the couch, you try to get as close as possible to them, but you also try to not stick your body against your ex's. Although things are getting to a completely new place with him, youâre just scared to do something completely inappropriate, especially with Moon around. When thereâs just the two of you, itâs okay to be very touchy or to be flirty, but when Moon is around and awake, you try to be very careful with everything you do. Â
The movie starts, but you already know it by heart. Your daughter adores it so much, you have seen it a million times. But honestly, you also like the movie so you donât mind watching it over and over again.Â
As the movie progresses, Jimin slowly moves closer to you while your baby is falling asleep in his lap. Since heâs really subtle, you donât even notice his body getting closer to yours.Â
âShe must be pretty exhausted,â Jimin whispers in your ear, causing you to jump with fear.Â
âGosh, you scared me, Jimin!â You press your hand on your chest before looking up at him.Â
His face is very close to yours, his hot breath is falling on your face, and his dark orbs are glued on you. The last time you were this close was a week ago, at his place. Before the movie session, you both prepared some snacks in the kitchen, and you almost bumped into each other. That closeness almost caused you to kiss but it didnât happen since Moon abruptly appeared in the kitchen.Â
Your heart is beating extremely fast in your chest. Heâs way too close to you, and you donât really know what to do. So your eyes glance down at your daughter to avoid looking at the man who has been haunting your wildest dreams for the past few weeks. As you look at your baby, you can see that sheâs already sleeping peacefully on her daddy.Â
âShe didnât sleep well last night,â you admit as you watch her sleeping like a little angel. âShe wasnât feeling well, and she spent most of the night awake.âÂ
Slowly, you glance up at him to catch a bit of his reaction. His facial expression gets softer as he realizes that his baby must be pretty exhausted. Nights like this are something you are both familiar with. Moon is still very young so she gets sick pretty easily which also impacts her sleep quality. Thankfully, she takes naps the day after to compensate.    Â
âIâm actually relieved that she fell asleep now, I was scared she wouldnât sleep at all today,â you tell him.Â
âBut how was she this morning?â He asks with concern.Â
âShe was sleepy but I put her in front of her favorite cartoons,â putting her favorite cartoons always makes her sleep, and itâs something that surprises you. âMy parents were supposed to come but I canceled last minute to see if she could sleep a bit before youâd arrive.âÂ
The entire morning, she was lying on the couch with her little milk in her hand and her eyes glued to the tv. Those things comfort her when sheâs not doing well, and they always help to put her back to sleep. However, this morning, she only slept for about an hour.Â
âShe didnât sleep a lot, I guess she was just too excited to see you today.âÂ
A small smile appears on his face. He also gets pretty excited when he needs to come to your place to pick her up. He loves to see his daughter.Â
âYou could have told me,â he says. âI would have come on another day.âÂ
âSheâs not doing well, Jimin, and she needs her father.âÂ
Just the thought of telling her that her daddy wouldnât be coming today devastates you. You know how much she was looking forward to this exact moment. Nothing is as important as this right here.Â
âShe would have cried if you didnât come. She loves those movie sessions with us, she loves to see us coming to pick her up every Sunday. This is what helps her to feel good. I donât want to take this away from her, especially when sheâs not feeling well.âÂ
Jimin presses a soft kiss on your forehead. Even if today you arenât together anymore, heâs sure he chose the best mama for his baby. Thereâs nobody else he would have loved to have a kid with, and if he ever wants to have more, itâll be with you. Nobody else. Even all the exes he has accumulated for the past three years canât compare with you.Â
His mother told him once that no matter what, heâll always be drawn to you. Not only you are his first love, but youâre also the mother of his child. Even if youâll never be together anymore, the love and bond between you will always be special.Â
However, today, heâs convinced that it goes beyond that. Today, heâs convinced that heâll never be able to love anyone else. Those last three years without you have taught him that. He has grown to understand that a life without you isnât even possible.Â
The two of you started dating when you were only fifteen. You were very young but madly in love. Nobody thought things would work between you because you were very different. Jimin was the typical bad boy while you were more of a discreet girl. It almost looked like a clichĂ© teenage movie, but eventually, the two of you completely changed the other.Â
After eight solid years of relationship, things started to get pretty rocky. All due to a friend you met at work. Jimin considered that he was clearly flirting with you, even in front of him when you strongly believed it wasnât the case. Slowly, jealousy started to take a big place in your relationship and it destroyed the trust you both had for each other.Â
Since you didnât want to lose Jimin, you took some distance from that coworker but it was obvious that your relationship with your boyfriend would never be the same. Things were different but you were doing everything to try to save it. In the middle of all that turbulence, you got pregnant, and you both worked harder to make it work.Â
Moonâs arrival clearly changed everything, but she didnât help to improve your relationship. Everything was already falling apart when you got pregnant. When you realize it, you simply decide to end everything before it got worse. It wasnât easy for the two of you. It was definitely hard to put behind ten years of love.Â
But it was the best decision for Moon.      Â
âAnd how are you feeling?âÂ
Jimin knows that if Moon hasnât slept, you didnât too. His little girl always needs her mama when sheâs not feeling well because nobody can bring as much comfort to her as you do.Â
His concern warms your heart. Beyond being all flirty with you, Jimin has also shown a lot more love to you. In the end, youâre not just Moonâs mother. Slowly, you rest your head on his shoulder because you need to feel him in any way. He puts his head on top of yours, his heart being overwhelmed with love. Two of the women he loves the most are snuggled up against him. Â
âIâm tired, but Iâve known worse,â you whisper.Â
The first weeks of Moonâs life were a nightmare, and you survived them. She was very tiny and needed her mother and father. Sheâd cry a lot which was totally normal for a newborn since she wasnât able to take care of herself. On top of that, she was born prematurely so youâd visit the pediatrician quite often to make sure sheâd be alright. Â
So if you survived that period, you believe that nothing can be worse than that.Â
Although your daughter is sleeping peacefully, you and Jimin keep watching the movie together. This feels like heaven for the two of you. Almost like you were brought back to three years ago.Â
Once the movie is finished, Jimin takes Moon in his arms and places her on her little bed. Heâs definitely not going to take her home now, he prefers that she sleeps. From her roomâs door, you watch him put her carefully on the bed, an apparent smile growing on your face. He pushes the sheets on her tiny body before joining you.Â
As his eyes roam your face, he tries to think of a way to express his wish to stay longer. Heâs thinking about how to formulate it without sounding like a desperate man. However, he ignores that you want him to stay. Â
âDo you want to stay until she wakes up?â you offer him.Â
Without any second thoughts, he nods, more than happy to stay longer than he was supposed to initially. Â
âA glass of wine?â you suggest.Â
âNo, I still need to drive Moon to my place,â he tells you. âBut if you have anything else, I wonât say no.â Â
Certainly, you have more than just wine to drink in your house. Your little daughter is too young to drink alcohol, but sheâs obsessed with apple juice. You always make sure to have enough of her favorite juice at home so for sure you have some of it. The two of you leave her little room to head to the kitchen. Once youâre inside, you open the fridge to see what you have inside to drink.Â
âI have some leftovers of Moonâs apple juice in the fridge,â you tell your ex. âOr I have water,â you show him the bottle on the worktop of the kitchen.Â
âIâll take the apple juice.âÂ
His fridge is also full of apple juice just for his little baby. Every Saturday, he does some grocery shopping, and he buys everything Moon loves. He constantly makes sure to have all her little things in his house in case some emergency appears and she has to stay with him on the week sheâs supposed to be with you.Â
You take the juice box as well as two glasses, and you fill them with the sweet juice. You hand one glass to Jimin before taking the other for yourself. His eyes never cease to glance at you. He takes one sip before putting his glass on the little table. The man comes closer to you, your heart hammering in your chest as the distance between the two of you slowly disappears.Â
Your mind keeps wondering what heâs going to do. After ten years of relationship, you can easily say that this man right here is completely unpredictable. He can go from sweet to dirty in a blink of an eye. And when he gets dirty, he really gets super dirty. His super dirty mind will bring the two of you to bed, his head between your thighs.Â
Once his face is super close to yours, your eyes are instantly fluttering shut. A smirk grows on his face as he watches you closing your eyes. His breathing caresses your face while his sweet scent lingers in the air. Your heart is beating extremely fast, ready to leave you at any moment.Â
âThereâs something we started last week that Moon didnât let us finish,â he whispers in your ear with his deepest voice.Â
Shivers run down your spine, and you keep your eyes close, too scared to take a look at the man in front of you. You perfectly can picture the expression on his face right now. For sure, the dirtiest smirk is on his face, and his eyes are filled with lust. That expression will for sure have you so weak that youâll instantly fall into his arms.Â
âWhat are you talking about?â you tease him a bit.Â
You perfectly know what heâs referring to, but it wonât hurt to just play a tiny bit with him. Well, most probably, Jimin will tease you a million times more.Â
âDo you want me to remind you?âÂ
Instantly, you open your eyes, your heart pounding extremely fast as you realize what is about to happen. For the past week, your mind has been thinking over and over again about the moment where you almost kissed. That moment, you desperately wanted to taste his lips on yours again but Moon put an end to that.Â
Jiminâs eyes are hungrily devouring you while he waits for an answer from you. Your eyes move from his eyes to his plump lips, resting a little too much on them while you wonder how it will feel to kiss him again. Will it be like before? Or will it feel like kissing him for the first time? The more you think about it, the more you want to taste them. Â
âYes, remind me what Moon interrupted,â you almost beg.Â
The black-haired man doesnât waste another second before pressing his lips against yours for a fervent kiss. His hand finds its way to the back of your neck, holding you while he hungrily kisses you.Â
After three years, youâre kissing again. It seems unbelievable.
His lips are extremely soft, but you were kind of expecting it. His plump lips have always felt soft when you both kiss, and you always loved that. However, even if you were expecting this softness, this kiss feels like the first one. This seems like itâs the first time youâre doing it while you have ten years of kissing history. Slowly, he starts moving his lips to passionately kiss you.Â
Soon enough, his tongue is licking your lips so you can open your mouth. His tongue is desperate to meet yours after all this time. Heâs desperate to deepen this kiss because just your lips on each other arenât enough for him. He has been dreaming of this for the past couple of days.Â
His hands move to your waist before bringing your body closer to his. Heâs craving to feel more friction and to simply feel your body pressed against his. This sudden closeness after three years of simply co-parenting is driving both of you completely crazy. The two of you are starting to pant hard but it clearly doesnât matter.Â
His hands snail up to cup your face in them while the kiss becomes more and more ardent. This kiss is clearly indicating how desperate you both are for each other. The sexual tension has really been too much to handle lately.Â
Out of breath, you break the kiss before pressing your forehead against his. Jimin is smiling, his eyes glued to your face while you try to catch your breath. Even after all those years, he still finds you extremely pretty and attractive.
As you look down at his hands, you notice the tattoo on his wrist. Four years ago, a couple of days after Moonâs birth, he got the number 13 tattooed. Not only does it stand for his birth date but it also stands for Moonâs birth date. Just like her father, she was born a 13. That tattoo always warms your heart in unexplained ways.   Â
âWe should probably move to my room in case this goes any further,â you suggest before looking up at him.  Â
âBut do you want to take this further?â Jimin asks.Â
Even if your body is showing all the apparent signs that you want to do more than just kissing, he wants to be completely sure you want this. He doesnât desire you to regret this tomorrow morning when you wake up. Even though this might be a simple one-night stand, he doesnât want you to regret it.Â
âMore than you can imagine,â you reply before pressing a soft kiss on his lips.
The father of your child kisses you back, more than excited to show you how much he misses you. You intertwine your fingers together before guiding you both to your bedroom. The two of you try to be as quiet as possible since Moon is peacefully sleeping, and you donât want to wake her up after the terrible night she had. Â
Once inside your bedroom, you make sure to close the door. It wouldnât be a great idea to have Moon seeing you doing unholy things with her father. Hopefully, sheâll sleep for a good two extra hours, and you wonât need to worry about being caught by your daughter. But itâs better to take precautions.
Jiminâs eyes roam the room where he hasnât ever come in three years. After your breakup, you sold your shared apartment to move into a new one. The memories shared in that place were too intense and none of you wanted to stay there. Quickly after, you moved into this apartment but the only room Jimin never got to see was your bedroom.Â
There is barely any decoration. Thereâs just a big bed in the middle of the room, two nightstands, one on each side of the bed, and there are some pictures here and there, mostly pictures of Moon. This room reminds him of his own bedroom.Â
After living with you, it was hard to be on his own. A bedroom without you by his side was also extremely hard so he decided to put the bare minimum. However, his bedroom feels constantly empty, almost as if someone is missing. Today, heâs convinced that youâre the one missing.     Â
Jimin kisses you again once his eyes have done a quick tour of your bedroom. Naturally, you move to your bed where you know things will take a sexual turn. You can still stop things if you desire but your body is desperately craving for your ex. Your body needs are completely clouding your mind, and you honestly donât care. Right now, all you want is to be intoxicated by your first love.Â
As you break the kiss, you take his brown polo off, revealing his bare skin to your hungry eyes. You enjoy the view while being sat on his lap; his torso is in full display just for you. The first thing that catches your eyes is his ânevermindâ tattoo, itâs still extremely big but you always loved this tattoo so damn much. Then, you canât help but notice how toned his torso has become.Â
âYouâve been working out a lot for the past three years,â you say as your fingers touch his rib tattoo.Â
âAfter Moonâs birth, I became so lazy, and it was time to work out again like I used to.âÂ
Jimin used to work out so much before your daughterâs arrival. There wasnât a day where he wasnât at the gym working out or he wasnât doing any sport. He used to dance a lot as well as doing karate.Â
âDo you still dance?âÂ
Your fingers trace from his tattoo to his chest, causing Jimin to shiver at the feeling of your fingertips brushing against his skin.Â
âOf course, I never stopped,â he replies before pressing a quick kiss on your lips. âDancing saved me after our breakup.âÂ
Hearing that your breakup equally devastated him breaks your heart. Jimin deserves all the best in the world because heâs such a beautiful soul. Never before have you met someone like him. He was your sunshine when you were together. Unfortunately, things werenât working anymore, and it was definitely better to simply let go even if it was painful. Â
And it was.Â
Raising Moon on your own and not having Jimin constantly by your side was extremely hard. For sure, it was the most complicated time you faced in your life. But today, things are better and that experience made you grow as a human. Â
You press your lips against his, expecting to reassure him in some way. He licks your bottom lip before he grips it with his teeth, making you moan. As he hears your sweet moan, his dick twitches inside his pants. As the sweet moan leaves your lips, you open your mouth, and Jimin seizes the occasion to slip his tongue inside your mouth. Another moan leaves your pretty lips at the feeling, and unintentionally, Jimin flexes his toned thigh. That simple action is felt in all the right places in your body, making your pussy clench around emptiness.Â
Jimin instantly smirks, looking like the devil himself, and his hands snail down on your body to take off your shirt. His fingers softly caress your back as he brings you closer to him. His soft gestures create goosebumps all over your skin and a small whimper leaves your lips.Â
His lips come closer to your ear before he whispers in the shell of it. âTake your pants off, honey.âÂ
Slowly, you stand up to undress in front of the man. He bites his lower lip as you unbutton your jeans, his length growing harder in his pants at the sight youâre offering him. He hasnât seen you dressed in so little clothing in more than four years. The last time it happened was during your pregnancy. After Moonâs birth, you simply avoid having any sexual interactions.Â
His cock twitches when he sees you wearing only your underwear. Even after giving birth to his favorite human, you look fine as hell. The thought of knowing that in a couple of minutes you wonât be wearing anything is slowly driving him crazy.Â
When you start walking closer to him, Jimin adjusts himself in the bed, his back pressed against the headboard. He spreads his legs, subtly making you understand to take a seat on only one leg. Thereâs no doubt that he wants you to ride his thigh, and nothing in the world would make you happier than doing it.
Dry humping is something you used to do a lot when you were together. Your sex drive was insanely high during your whole relationship, and youâd have sex in very unusual places, even in public. It was hard to resist each other.
As you place yourself on his thigh, Jiminâs eyes roam your body. He bites harder on his bottom lip, especially once your body is on his thigh. This is highly alluring.Â
âYou look like a fucking dream!â He whispers.Â
In those three years, he has seen a very huge amount of women but you are for sure the prettiest he has ever seen. He still perfectly remembers how he constantly compared all those women to you. It was most probably toxic, but youâre the only person he has ever found pretty.Â
The compliment makes you smile as you know itâs a sincere one. After giving birth to Moon, it was hard to look at yourself in the mirror. Your body changed so much but with time, you learned to love it even more than before. That body you were despising was the first home to your baby and it also provided her all the nutrients she needed after she joined you. That was more than magical. Your body deserved to be loved for that. Â
With the way youâre sitting on his leg, Jimin now has a proper view of your black laced panties. They hide enough of your private area but they also reveal just enough to make him want to see your pussy. His eyes are completely glued to your clothed pussy pressed against his dark pants. Â
As youâre scared that Moon will wake up in the next few minutes, you waste no time in rolling your hips against his toned thigh. One of the perks of all the dancing and karate classes he took younger is his extremely toned thighs. Even when he stops working out or dancing, they are still super toned.Â
But damn, those thighs have already procured you so much pleasure.Â
âFuck, yn,â he groans when you start moving your hips against his thigh. Â
Jimin presses his lips on yours for a filthy kiss, his tongue passing past your lips to meet yours. This feels more than good. He forgot how everything about you can be addictive, and damn, he wants to do more than this. He wants to fuck you senseless until all you can think about is him.Â
As his tongue plays with yours inside your mouth, his hands find their way to your waist and guide your hips as youâre straddling his thigh. A small moan leaves your lips but the man in front of you swallows it directly. Those intimate moments between you are something he has missed dearly. The connection you have is something extremely unique that he never experienced before with anyone else.Â
Even if he wasnât virgin when he met you, he truly discovered everything with you. The two of you explored so many things in your sexuality, and it made the bond between you grow stronger. When he looks into your eyes, he can exactly tell what you want, he doesnât need you to verbally express it, something he couldnât understand with any other girl.     Â
Your first love pushes his thigh firmly against your clothed pussy before flexing the muscle once more. Â
âI like how youâre riding my thigh, yn,â he whispers against your lips.Â
As youâre slowly moving your hips faster, you place your hands on his shoulders to balance yourself. Jimin shivers as your soft hands touch his body. Â
âBut I want to feel you properly,â he adds.Â
Of course, heâs enjoying this moment with all his soul but he craves more. One of his hands slides down on your body to tug aside the fabric of your panties until your clit is directly pressed against his black pants. A breath falls from your lips as you drag your pussy against the thick material of his pants.  Â
Jimin pulls you firmly against his flexed muscle, and once his hands are back on your waist, he quickens the pace of your hips. Although youâre fighting as much as you can to not moan a lot, itâs almost impossible due to all the pleasure youâre feeling at the moment. This will for sure wake up your little baby. A trail of barely audible moans leaves your mouth, loving the friction of his pants against your pussy.Â
âI wish you didnât have to hold back your moans, honey,â he whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine. âIâd love to hear you moan my name.â Â
Jimin is a master when it comes to dirty talking. He just knows what to say and when to do it. In your ten years of relationship, he was able to make you come just with words which is extremely incredible. Â
As youâre riding his thigh harder and faster, his cock gets harder and tighter inside his pants. If he doesnât do anything right now, heâll explode in his pants. While youâre still completely euphoric by the way youâre riding his thigh, he lowers his pants and underwear a tiny bit to allow his cock to slap against his lower stomach.Â
When you notice the little monster being freed, your eyes glance down at it. His cock takes your breath away, standing proud in between your bodies. His fingers grab a hold of his cock before moving them up and down the length. This sight alone gets you wetter.Â
âFuck,â he mumbles, his head slowly going back at the feeling of his fingers on his length and your clit rubbing against him. âYouâre doing this so well, honey.âÂ
Your teeth bite your bottom lip as you stare deep into his eyes. The intimacy of the eye contact with the friction against your clit makes the wave of pleasure grow intensely inside you. You know that you wonât last long before your orgasm hits you hard. Â
âPleasuring yourself on my thigh while I touch myself,â he growls in your ear while his hand keeps pumping his cock. âItâs extremely hot, honey.â Â
Jimin runs his thumb over the tip of his cock, his teeth gripping his bottom lip between his teeth. The pace of his strokes on his cock follows the pace of your hips working on his thigh. You can see on his face that itâs also a matter of minutes or seconds before heâs coming on his hand.Â
âFuck, yn,â his eyes glance down at your throbbing pussy rubbing against his thigh, âyouâre doing it perfectly.âÂ
At his words, you buck your pussy faster against his thigh. You can feel that youâre getting closer and closer to hitting your orgasm. Â
âJimin,â his gaze meets yours once again when you say his name, âIâm so close...â you almost whimper. Â
The hand resting on your waist snails down on your body, his thumb starting to circle on your clit. It instantly sends you over the edge, the wave of pleasure hitting you hard. You bite your lips and close your eyes at the overwhelming feeling. You try as hard as possible to not moan as you donât want to make too much noise. Â
The sight of you coming undone makes him come. Just like you, he bites his lips to refrain any moan to leave his lips. Your daughterâs sleep is extremely important. As the orgasm overwhelms him, cum flows on his hand and some spurts of cum hit his abs.Â
Your eyes glance down with marvel at the way heâs coming. His hot cum flowing from his head makes you want to lick it. Before any of you gets the time to do or say anything else, you hear the handle of your bedroomâs door moving.Â
âShit, sheâs awake,â you swear before quickly standing up to put your clothes back on.Â
As youâre putting the clothes on again, you give Jimin some towels to clean himself before he also puts his clothes back on. A loud knock is quickly heard, and Moonâs voice calls for you. Her little sleepy voice melts your heart instantly, causing you to feel sorry to have closed the door. But damn, you donât regret anything that happened with Jimin. Â
Moon knocks again at the door before speaking once more. âMama, why is your door closed?â
Once youâre fully dressed, you take one quick look at Jimin. His clothes are again on him but his hair is all messed up. Anyone looking at him can perfectly understand that he just had an orgasm. A small smile appears on your face.Â
Quickly, you run to the door and open it to your baby. To her surprise, she sees both her parents in the same room. That is something quite unexpected for her, but sheâs happy that her mama and dadda get along so well.Â
âWhy is dadda in your room?â She asks, her little finger pointing to her father.Â
As she raises the question, you know that you have like five seconds to come up with something otherwise itâll be suspicious. Jimin gets closer to the two of you, his hand pushing his hair back to arrange it a bit.Â
âWe were taking a little nap while you were sleeping,â he presses a small kiss on her forehead before taking her in his arms. âBut how are you feeling, my little princess?âÂ
Jimin knows that if he completely changes the conversationâs topic, Moon will forget about this little weird moment. None of you ever imagined being interrupted by your little daughter during such a moment, but that for sure made it unforgettable.Â
âTired,â she simply replies before pressing her little head on the crook of his neck.Â
Your heart instantly melts, and you canât help but press a soft kiss on her forehead. Sheâs absolutely adorable but you know that sheâs sick. For sure, tomorrow, youâll have to go to the doctor with her to see whatâs going on with your little baby. You and Jimin hate to see her like that, you feel extremely powerless.Â
Jiminâs aware that he canât just take her home like that, she needs her mama more than anything else right now.Â
âIâll take you home with me now, baby,â he starts saying. âWhat do you think if mama comes with us?âÂ
His eyes glance down at you to see your reaction. He believes itâd be a good idea that the three of you go to his place so Moon can fall asleep easier tonight.Â
âIf mama is okay to come with us,â he adds.Â
Your hand brushes back your daughterâs hair so you can see her little face even if sheâs hiding most of it. Nothing will ease your heart than going with them to Jiminâs place. Tonight, you know you wonât be able to sleep if sheâs far away from you while being sick.Â
âI will come with you, booboo. Is that okay for you?â You ask her before pressing a sweet kiss on her plump cheek.Â
Of course, youâll only go if she wants it. You would never want to make her feel uncomfortable in any way. Youâve already been a lot of times to his place when she was feeling sick, and it wouldnât be something new. But this time around is different, youâll be leaving your place together to go to his place. This never happened before, and youâre a bit scared that she wouldnât feel comfortable.Â
âYes, I want mama,â she says with a very little voice.Â
Your heart aches at her little voice. You hug Jimin to have your daughter in between the two of you. Feeling loved during this hard time for her will for sure help her, you know it. She always calls for the missing parent when sheâs sick.Â
âIâll come then,â you whisper.Â
Although this little hug is mostly for your daughter, your and Jiminâs hearts are also overwhelmed with love. This sweet and soft moment right after such a wild moment feels like going to heaven. The three of you close your eyes to enjoy this very rare moment.Â
This is family, an unbreakable bond between parents and their children. Â
The three of you are in Jiminâs kitchen.Â
Moon is sleeping once again in her fatherâs arms, she fell asleep right after eating her dinner, and you and Jimin are talking. After arriving at his place, you and her father prepared dinner together. You also took her temperature, and itâs unusually high. Thereâs no doubt that tomorrow, youâll call her pediatrician to check up on her health. Something is definitely wrong with her, and it breaks your heart.Â
âTomorrow, Iâll call the pediatrician to check if she has some availabilities.âÂ
Your fingers run through her soft black hair, the exact same hair color as her fatherâs. She looks like a little angel when she sleeps, and when sheâs sick, her little cheeks get pink which makes her look even cuter.Â
âIâm so worried,â you add.Â
Jiminâs eyes move from his daughter to you.Â
âSheâs going to be okay, sheâs a little fighter like her mama,â he tries to reassure you. âSheâll be fine in a week or so.âÂ
âI know but my little momâs heart always gets so concerned when she gets sick.âÂ
His face gets closer to yours before his lips press a soft kiss on top of your head. This tender gesture really warms your heart. Youâre more than thankful to have him by your side when it gets hard with Moon.Â
âItâs normal, but Iâll always be by your side, yn.âÂ
When your eyes look up at the man holding your baby, you close the small distance between your faces by kissing him. Those past few days and especially today have confirmed that the flame that you thought had died three years ago is still there. Your heart still deeply loves Jimin. Your ex wasnât expecting this at all but it definitely brings hope for the future.Â
âThank you, Jimin.âÂ
He presses another quick kiss on your lips.Â
âWe've been on this together since the second Moon bloomed in your stomach,â his eyes look down at the little princess sleeping in his arms.Â
Being a father has been the biggest achievement of his life. Nothing brings more happiness than seeing his daughter bloom into the little person sheâs becoming. Sheâs very strong and independent which always makes him feel pride.Â
Becoming the father of Moon only happened because you carried her for nine months before giving birth to her. Heâs a father because the two of you worked together to bring her to life and to raise her. So, heâll forever be thankful for it.Â
âIâll put her in her bed, sheâll be more comfortable,â Jimin says before the two of you stand up. He holds Moon tightly in his arms as he walks to her little bedroom. You open the door for him, and once again, he puts her on her bed.Â
Hopefully, tonight, sheâll be able to sleep a bit more than she did last night as well as during the day. Your eyes glance down at your baby with concern. All you hope is that tomorrow sheâll feel at least a bit better because you wonât be able to handle seeing her like this for a long time.Â
Jimin leaves her bedroom after he makes sure that sheâs safe under her bedsheets. Since Moon is deeply afraid of the dark, he leaves the door open so the light of the hallway lightens her room.Â
âWould you like to stay a little longer?â he asks while youâre walking in the hallway. âIâd like to suggest bringing you home,â he quickly glances at his daughterâs bedroom, âbut thereâs Moon.âÂ
Jimin would have loved to drive you home so heâd get a tiny bit more time with you. However, his little princess is sleeping in her little bed. He canât leave her here or to take her with you.Â
Your heart is beating fast. Itâs a bit surprising that heâs proposing you to stay at his place. Well, it occurs you that maybe † just maybe † he wants to finish what you started at your place. You wouldnât mind at all to end what you began earlier. Sex with Jimin has always been mind blowing. For sure, after three years, you still have to rediscover each other in bed. Â
âWell, Iâd like to if you let me,â you finally say with obvious nervousness in your voice.Â
A bright smile appears on his face as he hears your words. He doesnât dare to look at you as he also feels nervous. Obviously, he likes you and wants to maybe give another chance to your relationship.Â
But being around you, and even thinking of spending the night with you, makes him feel like this is all new. It makes him feel like heâs back to high school when he was trying to flirt with you more than ten years ago.Â
âThereâs nothing Iâd like more, yn,â he says while finally looking at you.Â
Youâre now at the entrance of the living room, standing face to face. He leans against the outline of the door while crossing his arms against his chest, his eyes never once leaving yours. For a moment, you simply donât speak, only looking at each other.Â
His eyes are sparkling, just like they did when you started dating thirteen years ago. You wonder if youâre looking at him the same way. Definitely, you really want to stay a little longer with him. It feels good to be around him. It feels good to be wanted all over again by your first love.Â
âIn all honesty, yn,â Jimin says after a little while. âI would really like to give us a second chance.âÂ
The past three years, he has been hooking up with a lot of girls. At first, it was to drown his sorrows, to get you out of his head. He knew heâd never find love in those women, and honestly, he didnât want to love any of them. The pain of the breakup was still hard to handle.Â
However, a year ago, he fell in love with Gayeong. He really loved her, he even introduced her to Moon. In his mind, he was certain that heâd be with her for a long time. On your side, you were dating Seokhoon for two years. This new blended family was working just fine for all of you. Moon even adored Gayeong and Seokhoon.Â
Nevertheless, things with them ended. It was hard but slowly, everything changed between you. What was an innocent flirt turned into Sundayâs movies and suddenly, youâre here, wanting to give each other another chance.Â
And now, your heart is hammering like crazy in your chest, ready to burst any second. Â
âFlirting with you lately has brought me back to when we were fifteen,â a little smile appears on his face. âTo when I was trying to desperately get you.âÂ
You still remember perfectly how it felt to be chased by the one and only Jimin, the popular guy every girl desired to be with. You were young and very naive as well, but he was the first man to have ever truly seen you. Of course, you really wanted to start dating him, but you still make it a bit difficult for him to see how far heâd go to have you.Â
However, once you got together, you thought itâd be for life. Time prouved you wrong. Yet, lately, youâve been feeling like probably he has been the one since the beginning. Maybe, you just needed some time apart to grow. Â
âThings are for sure different now due to the fact that we have a daughter,â his smile grows bigger as he mentions his daughter. âBut the feeling is the same,â he pauses for a hot minute. âI want you.âÂ
Right there and then, you feel the world freezing instantly. Even though it was pretty clear that heâs been wanting you back in your life, itâs something different to hear it from his mouth. It makes it feel real.Â
Although it warms your heart to hear those words, there is a harsh reality. Today, you have a daughter, and obviously, sheâd understand youâre together. Most probably, sheâd be super happy that her parents are back together. So, if things go wrong all over again, sheâll suffer the most from it.Â
Thereâs no doubt that no matter what, youâll keep it cordial with Jimin. But itâd be too painful because this time around, Moon will be hurt.Â
âJimin,â you break the small distance between you. Your face gets super serious, and Jimin almost instantly regrets his words. âAs you said, things are different now. We canât just step into a relationship like that. Thereâs Moon. If this all goes wrong, sheâd be the first impacted.âÂ
His eyes briefly close. The last thing he wants is to cause any harm to his daughter, but he canât just push away his feelings for you. Itâll be unbearable to be around you and not be able to love you the way he wants. Â
âI know, yn,â he opens his eyes. âSheâs always the person I put first under any circumstances,â his right hand travels to your cheek to caress it. âBut right now, youâre the person I want to be with,â you close your eyes. âThis whole thing of watching movies together wouldnât have happened if I didnât love you,â he marks a little break. âI never stopped loving you, yn. Never,â he insists on his last word.Â
Jimin being vulnerable like he is right now doesnât happen often. Most of the time, he hides his feelings, too scared to be hurt. During your ten years of relationship, he wouldnât hide anything from you. But he closed himself to you once you broke up. So this right here warms your heart beyond comprehension.Â
You rest your hand on top of his, stroking it with your thumb. âI donât want to get hurt,â evident sadness can be heard in your voice. âI donât want our daughter to get hurt.âÂ
Your daughterâs father wishes he could promise that none of you will get hurt, but itâs a promise he canât make. The future isnât predictable. However, he can promise he will do everything in his power to avoid hurting any of you.Â
âI canât promise that, yn,â he murmurs.Â
Hearing those words break your heart. Itâs obvious he canât guarantee that, life is full of surprises after all. The proof is that you broke up three years ago when you thought heâll forever stood by your side.Â
âBut I can promise you that Iâll do everything in my power to not do it,â you open your eyes to look at your first love. âThatâs all I can do.âÂ
You press your head against his chest while closing your eyes. Although you wish heâd say something else, you perfectly know that itâs the only thing he can promise. And it goes both ways. Obviously, you want to try again but there is a possibility where youâre the one hurting him. There is possibility where youâre responsible for your daughterâs pain.Â
Jimin wraps his arms around you before pressing a gentle kiss on top of your head. For a while, you simply stay like that. Thereâs nothing to be said nor that needs to be said. This is a moment you both need. Of course, thereâs been a lot of flirting, and teasing lately which inevitably lead to what happened at your place. You donât regret it. But it opens the door to a possibility where you both give another shot to your relationship.Â
However, it leaves you wondering if it is a good idea.Â
âCan I stay for the night?â you finally break the silence.âI donât want to stay too far from Moon,â you try to find an excuse.Â
âYes,â he instantly replies. âIâll leave you my bed and Iâll sleep in the couch.âÂ
This sounds like the correct approach, especially since youâre not sure about anything right now. Even though thereâs nothing more youâd want but to sleep next to him, itâs better like that.Â
âI can sleep in the couch,â you tell him. âI almost invited myself to your place so no need to make you sleep on the couch.âÂ
âYouâre my guest so Iâll never make you sleep in my couch,â he starts saying. âAnd my couch can turn into a bed so donât worry, yn.âÂ
Well, knowing Jimin, you can argue as much as you can, heâll stand his position. Thereâs no way heâll let you sleep on the couch so no need to keep arguing. Itâll just be a waste of time for both of you.Â
âOkay,â you say.Â
You donât let go of Jimin for a solid ten more minutes. It feels good to be in his arms, it feels good to only be intoxicated by his sweet scent. Thereâs no other place youâd want to be right now.Â
After that, he guids you to his bedroom. This is a place youâve never seen before. It feels like youâre violating his intimate area. Your eyes wander in this very simply decorated room while he grabs some bedsheets. Â
âWould you want pajamas?â he proposes.Â
âIf you donât mind.âÂ
Jimin simply nods before handing you one of his pajamas. He doesnât have many pajamas, he only used them during winter as it gets very cold. Otherwise, he doesnât use them at all.Â
âThanks,â you smile at him while grabbing it.Â
Your babyâs daddy smiles back at you. âIâll let you sleep. Let me know if you need anything else.âÂ
âItâs okay, donât worry,â you tell him.Â
âGoodnight, yn,â he whispers before pressing a kiss on your forehead.Â
âGoodnight, Jimin,â you reply with your eyes closed.Â
This morning, Moon woke up feeling great which was a huge contrast with how she was yesterday. But it eased your motherâs heart. So you took the decision with Jimin to not go to the pediatrician today, but youâll keep a close eye on your baby.Â
When she saw you this morning, she was more than happy. She definitely wasnât expecting it, you could tell it by the way her eyes were sparkling. She was even happier when both her parents dropped her at school. Afterwards, Jimin drove you to your place so you could get ready to go to work.Â
This weekend was intense, but one youâll for sure never forget. You flirted with your ex-boyfriend, then had sex with him, and finally, had an openhearted conversation.Â
The entire day, your mind was constantly replaying Jimin's words, wondering what to do. However, what youâre certain of is that you want to have a conversation with him. So, you texted him that your mother would pick up Moon at school.Â
Jimin is the proud owner of a coffee shop. He opened it a couple of years ago, it was his dream. It wasnât easy at first. There were a lot of expenses and it wasnât easy to find customers. But slowly with time, it became easier.Â
As you step inside the little shop, you instantly notice that there are quite a lot of people. You arenât actually very surprised. This coffee shop is currently a bit popular on instagram and tiktok, and in some way, it makes you incredibly proud of him.Â
Your eyes look around, admiring how it has been decorated. Itâs been a while since you last came here. Well, if you think about it, the last time you were here was at the very early beginning. This shop has existed for like four years, itâs as old as Moon. So, it definitely has been awhile. Â
Jimin now has four employees helping him out with everything. At some point, it became just too much for one person so he slowly hired new people. Right now, he is behind the cash register, talking with someone. Heâs smiling at the person, and you canât help but find him adorable.Â
As he looks up, his gaze meets yours before his smile grows bigger. Although you informed him youâd like to speak, he wasnât expecting you to actually come here. He thought that youâd like him to come to your place or something like that. However, itâs a very pleasant surprise.Â
You walk in his direction, queueing as itâd be rude to just pass before everyone else. You look at menu hanging behind Jimin, thinking about what youâd like to order. When youâre finally in front of him, you both look at each other with the brightest smiles.Â
âWhat would you like to order?â he asks.Â
âWell, Iâd like to order the owner,â you teasingly say, causing Jimin to blush. âTogether with a simple latte with soy milk and a portion of banana bread.âÂ
For a brief moment, your baby daddy seems to be thinking about what he could reply to this.Â
âI can give you all of that,â he replies. âFor the owner though, youâll have to wait a little longer.âÂ
âNo problem,â you know you both look like two idiots right now but you absolutely donât care. âHow much do I owe you?âÂ
âNothing, itâs on the house.âÂ
âI canât accept that, Mister Park,â you instantly say with evident seriousness.Â
Jimin sighs. If he even tries to argue, he knows itâs a lost cause. He knows how damn well you can be very subborn. So he ends up making you pay for your order. You then head to the counter on your right to wait for your order, but the wait isnât long as a server quickly brings it to you. Afterwards, you look for a place to sit while you wait for Jimin, aka the man who owns your heart.Â
Since itâs almost closing time, it slowly gets less and less crowded. Once there are barely any customer left, Jimin takes a seat on the chair in front of yours, your bodies being only separated by a table.Â
âWasnât expecting you to come,â he smiles at you.Â
âMe neither,â you reply. âI decided last minute,â you continue. âI was going to wait at my place, but then I wanted to see your coffee shop.âÂ
Jimin doesnât know how to describe how heâs feeling right now. For sure, itâs been a long time that he hasnât seen you here. Last time, Moon was only a couple of months old.Â
âIâm very glad you came.âÂ
Seeing him this happy warms your heart beyond comprehension. On top of that, being around him lately also makes you happy. Heâs obviously a fucking tease, but heâs someone you deeply care for and love too.Â
âMe too.âÂ
âSo where do you want to go?â he asks while placing his elbows on the table to rest his head on his hands.Â
âMaybe to my place?â you suggest. âOr yours if you prefer.âÂ
âBoth suit me,â he says. âThen, we can go to yours.âÂ
He isnât sure what you want to talk about, but as long as he gets to spend a tiny bit more time with you, it makes him happy.Â
You simply nod at his answer, and he quickly informs one of his employees to close the store since heâs leaving now. In a matter of seconds, heâs back again so you both can go to your place.Â
Jimin drives you to your place, and quite honestly, itâs incredibly hot to see him driving. As you sometimes eye him during the drive, seeing him so focus reminds you of your own daughter. She has the same face when sheâs deeply concentrate. It always startles you how much she takes after him.Â
Once you arrive at your place, you both take a seat on the couch. Your love interest looks at you with evident joy, you donât doubt at all that heâs glad to be here with you. Honestly, youâre happy as well.Â
âIâve been thinking a lot about yesterdayâs conversation,â you decide to not waste any second and jump directly into the much needed conversation. Jimin nods. âI guess you could understand by all that has been going on that I want you too.âÂ
Jiminâs heart starts beating crazily in his chest. Heâs more than aware of it, but it still makes him feel something to hear those words coming out of your mouth.Â
âI also never stopped loving you, and honestly, I only realized it when this whole Sundayâs movies happened.âÂ
During your relationship with Seokhoon, you thought you had gotten over Jimin. It wasnât easy sometimes to see him when youâd pick up Moon, but you were convinced you had moved on. Honestly, it was just a mirage. You never stopped loving him, and flirting with him is what made you realized it.Â
âI guess I will never stop,â you add. âI would also like to give us a second chance, but Iâm so scared of everything.âÂ
Jimin gets closer to you.Â
âIâm afraid to be losing you all over again, Iâm afraid to unintentionally hurt you, and Moon, Iâm afraid that this time around it wonât work, and Iâm afraid of too many things,â you admit. âThis time around, I feel like our decision will have a bigger impact on everything.âÂ
Jimin is beyond grateful that you openly speak about your concerns. It isnât easy to be vulnerable in front of someone we love.Â
âFor sure, it will,â he tells you. âSo much has happened since we started dating thirteen years ago, but we still want to be together.â Jimin makes a small break, his eyes roaming your face. âIt wonât be easy, but we can at least try. We can still give each other another chance while still being careful.âÂ
You bite your lower lip as you think about the situation. There is no doubt youâll keep flirting as you still deeply crave each other. There will be more sex since you canât resist each other. No matter what you decide, it wonât change the reality. At least, if you give your relationship another shot, on top of all this physical attraction, there will be romance.Â
âHowever, Iâm not really sure how we could hide this from Moon, but weâll have to be careful,â he says.Â
âMe neither,â you say. âShe was so happy this morning to see us.âÂ
You can still picture her radiant smile and the joy on her face when she spotted you at her daddaâs place. Naturally, you wish to constantly see her this happy but for now, itâs best she canât imagine you being together again.
âYeah, she really was,â Jimin smiles with evident joy.Â
Right now, being with Jimin is the only thing you desire with your entire soul, but as you said before, youâre simply afraid of too many things. However, for the entirety of the day, youâve only been thinking about the fact that if you donât try, youâll deeply regret it. You canât predict the future and there is a possibility where this doesnât end well, but youâll never know if you donât try.Â
Maybe youâll be extremely happy and fulfilled.Â
âI love being around you,â you say. âI really love our Sundayâs movie sessions, and I would like to turn it into an everyday thing.â Your heart is beating crazingly in your chest. âIâm very afraid, but I want to try because I love you.âÂ
Jiminâs heart is ready to burst any minute.Â
âI just want us to protect Moon as weâve been doing so far and to only let her know once we believe itâs the right time.âÂ
Moonâs father wraps you around his arms as heâs noticeably happy. Even though he expected this conversation to be about a possible relationship, he never thought that youâd actually say that you wanted to try. He believed that youâd needed some more time before noticing the obvious.Â
However, heâs extremely happy to hear those words.Â
This hug catches you by surprise but itâs a very welcomed one. Jiminâs embraces are your favorite place on earth. Even when you were going through a break up, he hugged you a couple of times and it felt great. For a minute, it felt like everything was still going well.Â
âIâll promise Iâll do everything to never hurt you,â he whispers in your ear.Â
Your eyes flutter shut to savour this wonderful moment.Â
âMe too,â you whisper as well.Â
Those promises are the only ones you can make. All the rest will obviously depend on external factors, but hopefully, it wonât cause any harm to your relationship.Â
Less than a year ago, none of you imagined this moment would happen. Back then, you were in happy relationships so this would be the last thing youâd think of. But youâre definitely in very different places today.Â
When you put an end to the hug, you fervently and desperately kiss each other. You kiss as if thereâs no tomorrow. His tongue meets yours in your mouth, your teeth bite his lower lips, and soft moans escape both your moans as your eagerly kiss each other. Itâs a kiss filled with passion. Â
âWe didnât finish what we started here yesterday,â he says against your lips and out of breathe. âWould you mind if we finish it?âÂ
Your eyes look up at him. One of his hands place a strand of hair behind your ear. Â
âWell, it depends what you have in mindâŠâ You tease him before biting your lower lip.Â
A smirk grows on his face before he gets even closer to you.Â
âI was planning to have sex with you.â He whispers in your ear, his deep voice sending shivers down your spine.Â
Instead of replying, you just press your lips again against his to kiss him. Thereâs no hesitation when he kisses you back, enjoying every second of being able to kiss you again.Â
âMaybe we should move to my bedroom,â you say.Â
Jimin simply stands up before holding your hand and rapidly walking to your bedroom. By the way heâs walking fast, you can tell how needy heâs right now.    Â
âTake your clothes off, honey,â he says once you've reached your bedroom. âI need you, now.âÂ
You simply nod before stripping for him. The urge can be felt as you quickly take off your clothes while he does the exact same thing. Jimin doesnât want to wait anymore, he wants to have you in every possible way. After all, it feels like he has been waiting three years for this moment.Â
You also take off your underwear, offering him the opportunity to see your body completely naked for the first time in three years. Jimin takes the time to roam your body once heâs also naked. He still remembers how your body was before you split. Although most of your pregnant belly had disappeared, it wasnât how it was before you got pregnant.
But today, as he looks at you, it almost feels like youâve never been pregnant. There are no visible indications of pregnancy, but your body has clearly changed. He canât really express it into words but youâre different, and he loves it. He loves every single part of you.Â
On the other hand, Jiminâs body is being hungrily scanned by your lust-filled eyes. He has also changed, heâs not the same anymore. His body is definitely more toned than before. For sure, heâs a damn dilf.Â
As you both look at each other, it feels like youâre discovering the other for the first time. Almost as if youâre about to have sex for the first time. Well, your first time together was a little bit awkward but you made it through together.   Â
âLay in bed, baby,â he instructs you once youâve both finished glancing at each other.Â
The urge heâs feeling is something that you sense, and you can understand it. If Moon hadnât woken up, you would have had sex right after that mind-blowing thigh riding. You donât even question his commands, laying on his bed. His body hovers over you, his eyes getting lost in yours.Â
Itâs been a long time that you both havenât found each other in this exact position. Â
âI missed you,â he admits with a deep voice, his thumb caressing your cheek.Â
At the feeling of his soft finger on your face, you close your eyes. The love you share with Jimin has always been so sweet. A sweet love.
âI missed you too, Jimin,â you answer before pressing a soft kiss on his cheek.Â
Without any warning, his other hand moves down to your core, his fingers brushing over your folds, snatching a moan out of you. His thumb rubs your clit, making you moan even more. Heâs doing this to prepare you for his cock, knowing perfectly that he canât just slip it into you, itâll hurt you too much.Â
Once he feels youâre wet enough, he stops torturing your clit with his fingers. He places himself in between your legs, spreading them a bit more while he pumps his cock with one hand, getting ready for you. His face leans closer to yours, his lips finding yours for a passionate kiss as he buries his thick cock inside your soaked core, stretching your velvety walls.Â
For the past three years, youâve had sex with other men. It was good, and with others, it was like going to heaven. But having Jiminâs cock pushing inside you is like going back home. Jimin is your first love, he was the first man with whom you had sexual activities. Then, for ten years, he was the only man you ever had sex with. So, in a way, your body considered him as your home.Â
Having sex today with him is like youâve found your way back home. Â Â
His cute little hands find their way to your waist, caressing your soft skin. Both of you softly groan as he slowly pushes his thick cock inside you, but his lips swallow every sound. Your eyes roll back, loving the feeling of his length stretching you open.  Â
Jimin takes a little step back to take a look at the wonderful woman beneath him. As he does so, he gives you the time to adjust to his thick size.Â
âDid I already tell you how pretty you are?â he asks before he leans closer, pushing his cock a bit deeper inside you. You shake your head because you want to hear him say it. âYouâre so damn pretty, yn!âÂ
His lips kiss yours once more, but honestly, all this making out feels amazing. It brings peace to your soul. A much needed peace. Â
âIâm going to fuck you nice and slow,â his deep voice whispers in your ear, sending shivers down your spine.Â
When he takes that deep voice, you just want to come because damn, itâs so sexy.
âGo for it, Jimin,â it almost sounds like youâre begging him.
Honestly, all you want is to be fucked rough and good as he used to do it before. You want to see if this older version of Jimin can still keep up with how he used to fuck you four years ago. He pulls back a bit to look at you in the eyes, a smirk rising on his face.Â
âAfter this, you wonât be able to walk.âÂ
You desire nothing more than this. To be completely sore.
Jimin slowly pushes back, leaving only the tip of his cock inside you. His eyes never leave your figure, watching you holding back every moan that threatens to leave your mouth.Â
âItâs so good to feel you again around me.âÂ
Brutally, he pushes his cock fully inside you, and this time around, you canât hold back a moan. A smirk appears on his face as he realizes that this time around, he managed to cause a little moan to leave your pretty lips.Â
For a little while, he doesn't move. Heâs only hovering over you and watching you with delight. His eyes glance down on your body. Watching your pussy sucking his cock is something that he used to love to do. Â
Jimin groans as he watches himself buried deep inside you. âYour cunt takes me so well, honey.âÂ
You close your eyes, completely enjoying having him fully inside you. Once he sees that youâre ready to take more, he pulls back brutally before slamming himself back into you. The bed under you squeaks, the headboard hitting the wall just behind you.Â
Your first love once again stops when heâs fully inside you, torturing you just to hear you begging him to fuck you. This is also something he deeply missed, so heâs for sure going to make you beg all night long.Â
âJimin, move,â you start saying. âPlease,â you beg. Â
As he loves to hear you begging for more, he just gives you what you want, pushing his cock back before slamming into you with both hands on your hips. The slick sound of your pussy soaking his cock quickly fills the room.Â
âShit,â he gasps, thrusting into you with no mercy, âyou feel so good.â
Youâre completely drunk in the feeling of his cock filling you up, his hips hitting against yours with every thrust. This all causes sparks of pleasure to shoot throughout your body, your arousal dripping from your core and creaming his cock. Jimin smirks as he notices the sticky mess youâre causing.
Everything about the moment that is happening right now is something you both missed so dearly. These past few days of flirting with each other caused your feelings and the physical attraction to grow a lot. It wouldnât surprise any of you if you keep doing this all night long.  Â
His cock is buried deep inside you, causing you to grip the sheets as hard as possible to steady yourself from Jiminâs hard thrusts.
âYouâre so fucking wet, honey,â he hisses before biting his lower lip.Â
His hands press harder into your skin when he feels your walls tighten around him. Every time he pushes his hips back, he watches with delight the way his cock is completely covered with your arousal. Nothing drives him crazier than seeing this, you can see it in his eyes.Â
Jimin bends down, pressing a sloppy kiss on your lips while his thrusts slow down. A desperate whine gushes from you, a sound that he swallows directly. His hands move up on your body, grabbing your breasts and squeezing them before his fingers start playing with your nipples.Â
âIt feels wonderful,â you whisper as youâre completely lost in your euphoria.
Slowly, Jimin begins to thrust hard into you again, your walls sucking in his cock as he slams his hips into you with more force. His fingers keep playing with your very sensitive nipples, pushing you closer and closer to the edge. His eyes look at you, contorting with pleasure as it slowly builds within you.
His hands can feel the way your body quivers with each thrust. The way heâs torturing your body is only making you lose yourself further.Â
Small groans leave his lips when he feels the warmth of your walls wrapping tighter around him. âYour cunt is clenching so hard, honey.âÂ
The sweat is dampening his body, sticking his black long hair to his face. With your hands, you push some strands of hair to be able to have a proper look at his handsome face. Jimin looks like a god right now. Â
âYouâre so pretty,â you whisper as you move your hips to meet his thrust.Â
The man over you smiles at your compliment. It always feels heartwarming to hear you compliment him.Â
âThanks, honey,â he presses another sloppy kiss on your lips while you keep creaming his cock with your arousal.Â
As he keeps thrusting into you, he senses how close you are. He knows that the vision of you coming will make him come as well. But before that happens, he needs to know where you want him to come.Â
âWhere do you want me to come?â he asks, panting hard.Â
âOn my belly,â you say as you touch your lower stomach.Â
For the moment, itâs better to not have him coming inside you. Thereâs absolutely no way youâll get pregnant right now. Youâre already scared of what is going on right now, and itâs better to avoid adding a second child to the mix. Itâs preferable to enjoy your reunion.Â
His fingers pinch your nipples harder, making the wave of pleasure grow bigger inside you.Â
âIâm gonna come,â you exclaim with despair.Â
Jiminâs cock twitches inside of you at your words, a low groan rumbling in his throat. One of his hands slowly snails down on your body, passing your stomach, and landing on your throbbing clit. His fingers start to rub your sensitive spot.Â
The simple feeling of his cold fingers against your clit is what you need to be completely hit by your orgasm, making you come hard around him. Your arousal completely covers his cock while your walls are squeezing him on repeat.Â
While youâre completely lost in your euphoria, he speeds up the pace of his hips slamming into you to chase his own high. Â
The coil in his lower stomach tightens inside of him, and it completely clouds his thoughts. The only thing he sees is the image of you coming under him. Breathy whines escape his pretty lips as he looks down at the mess you made on his cock. His eyes are completely hypnotized by your body.
With despair, he pushes his cock out of you with his left hand. Instantly, hot spurts of cum are being projected over your stomach. Breathy moans escaping both your lips, a smile appearing on your face as you feel his sperm touching your skin.  Â
Jimin collapses next to you, both of your bodies covered in sweat after this intense sex session. Your heavy breathing is now the only thing that can be heard in his bedroom, but you quickly stand up to grab a towel to clean yourself before his cum gets dry on your stomach.Â
Once cleaned, you hand him the towel so he can clean himself. âWell, this was something,â he says with a bright smile on his face while rubbing his cock with the towel.Â
âIt definitely was,â you answer as you grab your bra and panties to put them back on. âAlthough youâre older, youâre still very good at it.âÂ
âFor the past three years, Iâve been taking care of other gardens,â you frown, not understanding what this guy is saying.Â
âYouâre comparing a pussy with a garden?â you ask with obvious confusion and disbelief.Â
Jimin starts laughing at your reaction. He has an inside joke with his friends about gardening. Instead of saying that they are having sex, theyâll say that they are going to do some gardening. It all started when they were drunk and started comparing sex with gardening.Â
They said that itâs the exact same thing. For gardening, you take care of a garden, and for fucking, you take care of a pretty pussy. Itâs weird, but itâs better to not raise any questions.Â
âEeeh, you have a pretty little garden, honey,â he says while coming next to you to hold you in his arms.Â
âYouâre weird,â you say before pressing a gentle kiss on his plump lips.Â
âAnd you love my weirdness,â you nod.Â
Jimin is your weirdo.Â
âSince Moon is with your parents, we could perhaps spend the night together and maybe go to a restaurant?â he suggests.Â
You nod once more before resting your head on his chest. It feels wonderful to be around him again. It makes you feel at home, and itâs such a powerful feeling. Even though youâre absolutely scared of what the future might hold, you feel a sense of completeness right now. It almost feels like everything is falling into place now.Â
You canât wait to spend the rest of your life with your first love. Â Â
#bts#bts imagine#bts fanfic#park jimin#jimin#jimin imagine#jimin fanfic#bts fluff#jimin fluff#bts smut#jimin smut#bts x reader#jimin x reader#sweet love#spideyjimin
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Dcxdp trope twist
Danny didnât know how he was pregnant, but he was. All of his symptoms were the same, and despite the fact he was already in his late twenties and had had bottom surgery years ago, he still felt like the picture perfect version of an awkward underage teen at the doctors.
Apparently, according to Frostbite, ghosts didnât care about things like organs or dysphoria, no, all they cared about was ectoplasm, love, and obsessions. Apparently, since he and his partner had been talking about possibly adopting in the distant future, his ghost half decided to make a baby.
After the weirdest and grossest sex talk of Dannyâs life, Danny was being forced to sit in the waiting room, avoiding eye contact with the nice yetis as he attempted to call his partner for the tenth time.
Why was this his life?
#funny#dc x dp#dcxdp#pregnant danny#any ship is welcome#Danny didnât know this was possible#now he has to have several conversations
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120 house md :))
Prompt: âYour hair is so softâŠâ (the prompt list Iâm doing it from)
Warnings: none
An: I did House sisnce you didnât specify a character. If you wanted someone else feel free to send in a new request
âWhatâs the point of coming to a doctor if you refuse to take their help?â
You watched as Greg paced in front of you, his cane making a hard thunk everytime it hit the ground. He had been complaining for the past 15 minutes about two parents who were apparently fighting him on every suggestion he made for their son who was sick.
The case had already lasted a week, and after your husband refused to come home three nights in a row you had decided to bring in a freshly made meal and force him to eat. Instead, he completely ignored the warm container of food and instead immediately started complaining about the family. Although, to be fair, you hadnât really been listening to him. Instead you were taking in his appearance.
He was in the same clothes heâd left the apartment in a few days ago, though the jacket was slung over his desk and the shirt was significantly more wrinkled than it had been when heâd left. His scruff had grown out slightly from missing his weakly shave, and his hair⊠god his hair. It was all messy and sticking up slightly. You couldnât help but wish your fingers were running through it.
âAre you even listening to me?â
âNope.â You hummed happily as you ran a hand over your skirt. Your eyes glanced back up to see your husband staring at you, and you motioned for him to come closer. When he did you reached up to tug him down onto the seat with you, and once he was at your hight you ran a hand through his hair. âYour hair is so softâŠâ you hummed as your fingers ran through it.
Greg looked at you for a moment before sighing and turning in the seat to lay down, his head resting on your lap. You took this as permission and began running your hand through his hair repeatedly, scratching his scalp every so often. Your husband was quiet for a moment before launching back into his complaining like nothing had happened.
After a bit the door to his office was thrown open and the three assistants youâd only ever met once came storming in. âHouse, we didnât find anything just like I said we wouldnât-â whoever it was cut himself off when he saw yourself and your husband on the couch.
âHuman error, check again,â Greg demanded without missing a beat, but none of them moved. Greg held his head up slightly to see them better. âWhat are you waiting for? An invitation?â
âWhoâs that?â A man with some sort of accent asked (you a summed Australian).
âThe woman whoâs gonna watch you all get fired if you don't go now!â Greg snapped, which seemed to be all they needed as the three were rushed out of the room.
âYou didnât tell them you were married?â
âWhy would I? I donât want to appear human,â he said as he laid his head back down on your lap and you continued to comb through his hair
#house md#greg house x reader#gregory house x reader#house md x reader#house md drabble#dialogue drabbles
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vulnerable â§.*
bakugo x reader
ââïœĄđŠč°â§â
âyou drew stars, around my scars.â
âÂ·Ë àŒ *
summary: fluff, somewhat sad. you get hurt and bakugo comes to cheer you up. you cry to him
you felt utterly helpless. after the most recent incident, you were left on a bed rest. hurting both your knees, and back lifting a building off civilians.
you sat in the dorm, as everyone else was at school. left in silence and your emotions. your thoughts became overwhelming. falling into a slumber you your mind drifted off.
it wasnât long until you heard a knock on your door. âcome in..â you mumbled, throat dry and scratchy. you werenât sure who would be coming in to see you. it had been days since everything happened and only your close girl friends dropped by.
watching the door handle twist and pop open. katsuki stood in your door frame.
âholy shit itâs fucking depressing in here.â he stated before flipping on your light switch and closing the door behind him. you didnât want him to see you like this. you had been very fond of him since first year. slowly growing closer to him as you became adults, about to graduate soon.
âhi..â you croaked out. become very aware of your voice. you gave him a weak smile.
âhey loserâ he said dropping a bag onto your desk and pulling the chair over to your bed. before he sat down.
âi brought you some snacks. maybe youâll be less rude to me i thoughtâ he said with a chuckle.
âi-i havenât seen you.. in what feels like forever.â you said hushed. not able to generate much volume in your speech.
he took in your expression. you looked slightly unkept, he still thought you were utterly gorgeous. you had yourself hidden in your hoodie and blanket.
âthey took m-me for surgery.. right after i passed out. i guess adrenaline can only get you so far..â you said as if he wasnât aware. you didnât know it but he had stayed at the hospital the entire time.
his hardened expression switched to one of love and care. he dropped his head before saying âcan i see..â he looked sincere.
you nodded before sitting up, moving your blanket out of the way. you showed him your legs. all bruised and scarred, some of the pen from the surgery still apparent.
you awaited his reaction. wondering if he would feel disgusted or not. would this be the moment he decided he would never like you, or the opposite. maybe he would think i am strong. you thought
âi already think your strong, y/n.â you gasped, can he read your mind? âi can read you like a book.â he stated chuckling. you laughed with him.
you sat in silence before sitting up farther. âdo you.. want to see my back?â you asked him. almost wanting a form of validation. for him to tell you your scars didnât âmake youâ.
âyes. show me.â he responded, still calm. you noticed a subtle blush on his face.
you reached around your back, finding the hem of your hoodie. before groaning. you were still in a lot of pain. unable to get it over your head.
âcan you help me?â asking weakly. he didnât respond verbally, he just smiled softly and brought his hands to yours.
for his quirk being so hot, his hands were often cold. you drew in a quick breath when he made contact with your skin.
he studied you, bringing your hoodie up over your head. holding it over your naked cleavage. the doctors still didnât want you wearing bras for it could mess up your stitching.
once again you felt vulnerable. waiting for him to say somthing. he ran his fingers near your incision. you watched his face as he did so.
you felt your eyes gloss over. growing very emotional at his touch. trying your best not to cry, you let your eyes fall to your knees. staring at them instead of him.
âyou can cry around me⊠cry baby.â he said softly, his eyes now on your face. without another word you started sobbing. all the emotions that had been off, switched on from his touch.
you sounded embarrassing, stifling, groaning. you felt every emotion at once. quivering, you whispered, âiâm sor-ry you have to see me like this.â
before you could say anything else he pulled you into a hug. hugging you like you could slip away at any moment. you grabbed onto him, dampening his hoodie.
the moment was just you, intimate. vulnerable.
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i think iâm gonna make this but with kiri!! why not loll. please give me asks. iâm beggin
#anime#bakugo x deku#bakugo katuski#deku x bakugou#bnha bakugo katsuki#mha bakugou#katsuki bakugo x reader#bakugou x reader#bnha bakugou#bakugou katsuki#bakugo fluff#bakugou x you#katsuki bakugo mha#bakugou x y/n#bakugo katuski x reader#bakugou katuski x reader#bakugo x reader#bakugou x fem!reader#bakugo x you#bakugo x y/n#mha fanfiction#mha headcanons#mha smut#mha#my hero academia x you#my hero academia x reader#my hero x reader#my hero academy fanfiction#my hero acedamia#my hero academia
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Steddie Halloween
Halloween after 'Spring Break' must be such a hard time for Steve. This is the guy that regularly hosted costume parties at his house during his King Steve era. And at some point probably hosted more laid back ones for the kids and Robin.
But since the Russian bunker he just... can't.
He has regular and more frequent night terrors of torture that had him and Robin shivering and holding onto one another like buoys. He's been dragged down into the depths of lakes by unseen monsters that left all kinds of scars. He gets migraines from moving too quickly or seeing strobing lights.
He carried Eddie's body out of the upside down, hands slippery in blood. He did CPR and felt Eddie's ribs crack under his hands. He looked at Eddie handcuffed to a hospital bed while doctors said we just don't know yet. Had to watch his Uncle, his father, sit by Eddie every day, rarely leaving his side, staring at his chest like he was grateful for each breath his boy took.
So. He's not really able to do Halloween anymore. And that's hard for him.
But whatever. He'll survive. He's fine to sit on the sidelines if it means the others will have a good time.
At this point, Steve was already coming to terms with his bisexuality. He'd already done a speed run through the Coming Out stages and walked out the other side with the eerie confidence only Steve Harrington could muster. This is a dude who has decided that he's going to flirt with Eddie until the other realizes and gets with the program. He knows Eddie likes him. He's a pro at dating and relationships and crushes. He just needs Eddie to figure out that the not so subtle hints mean something.
And then came Halloween.
He'd already told Eddie during a movie night about how much he missed the spooky season.
(And yes, he did discuss it while openly combing Eddie's hair back from his face and absolutely relishing in the way the other boy was turning all kinds of pink under the glow of the TV. Yes, Eddie was taking his time to catch up but no one said Steve couldn't have fun while he waited).
"Aw man. That sucks." Eddie barely managed to boot up his brain again to answer.
"It's fine," Steve would say, even though it wasn't.
And then, on October 31st, Steve wakes up to a maze in his backyard.
It's not a very good maze. It's mostly just tipped over pallets taken from behind Melvalds as the walls and tarps as the ceiling to block out some of the light. But it's so clearly meant to be some kind of a haunted hallway.
Steve is in boxers and a ratty Hawkins Swim Team t-shirt. He didn't take time to put on shoes, so he's walking across the cold concrete and the dewy grass in tube socks.
There's a sign posted on a piece of cardboard at the entrance.
ENTER IF YOU DARE
He stands there, shifting from foot to foot in his rapidly dampening socks, not quite sure what to do but intrigued nonetheless.
There's whispering and hushed voices from inside. And then Dustin is stomping out from around one of the pallet corners dressed in a suit that's clearly too small for him.
"Come on, dude. Can't you read? You're supposed to enter."
"It says enter if I dare."
"Yeah. So enter."
"What if I don't dare?"
Dustin rolls his eyes hard enough to make them stick, and honestly this kid and his tone.
"Can you just-" He groans. "Look. Eddie set this thing up and he and Robin dragged us all out of our beds at ass o'clock in the morning to put on these stupid haunted house costumes and wait around for you to wake up. So can you please just dare?"
Steve blinks. He looks at Dustin's suit. The tie is a little crooked and he's wearing bright yellow socks with his dress shoes. "I thought haunted house costumes were supposed to be... yunno... scary?"
"Yeah," said Dustin, gesturing to himself. "I'm the corporate grind."
And Steve can't do anything but laugh.
He goes through the little haunted maze. El was apparently having the time of her life and waves at him from a dead end, decked out a dress she made out of bits of stapled paper. "I am very frightening," she assured Steve. "I am overdue bills."
"That is very frightening," Steve agreed and ruffled her hair before going down another short hallway.
No one jumps out. There are no bright lights. Will had drawn decorations that they'd taped to the inside of the recycled plywood warning him of imposter syndrome and sleeping past your alarm and girls. Lucas at least put in a little more effort as a basketball player, though he had his knee wrapped in a bandage they must have picked up at the pharmacy and explained to Steve that the true horrors were being benched all season.
Max had refused to put on a costume and declared that she was scary all on her own.
Even Robin was there, waving at him. There was a cooler besides her. "This is the checkpoint," she said. "All the best haunted houses have checkpoints."
Apparently, the checkpoint included his migraine medication that he'd coincidentally forgotten to take that morning and a takeaway cup of lukewarm coffee.
"I tried to keep it warm!" She flapped her hands, waving them at the cardboard cup. "I literally held it between my knees and everything. But I had to help Eddie out last night to start building and-" she paused. "Shit. I wasn't supposed to tell you that. Forget I said that! Just- drink your coffee! Or don't! Is it warm enough? It's probably not. Fuck."
Steve is always shocked at how much more he loves Robin every day.
"It's good," Steve assured her, taking a sip. "Much scarier this way. Nothing scarier than a cold cup of coffee."
When he finally does make it to the end of the maze, Eddie is right there waiting. He's dressed as a vampire, with the stupid fake teeth and blood drawn down his chin with lipstick.
"You escaped the haunted maze!" Eddie put on a show of acting shocked, horrified, angry. His speech comes out garbled from behind the plastic teeth so it sounded more like you ethcaped the ha'ted mathe! It was endearing. Charming. Perfect. "My evil plan is foiled!"
Steve smiled. He looked back at the tarp and plywood and cardboard and duct tape. "You put this all together?" He turned back. "You built me a haunted house?"
Eddie's posturing paused. Despite how much he tried, there was little Eddie could do to hide the way he turned almost shy. He took out the teeth. "Uh. Yeah. But it's no big deal."
"It's kind of a big deal."
"It's really not," said Eddie. "Just- yunno. Figured you should be included." He brightened. "And this isn't everything! We've got a party planned at Joyce's tonight. Low music, we'll keep the lights on. Kids even picked out a movie, but I can't attest to the quality."
"You built me a haunted house."
"I... did." Eddie cleared his throat. He shoved the teeth back in. "But just so you know, it was all part of my evil plan. Which you foiled, My Liege!"
Steve stepped forward. "What was it?"
Eddie paused.
"The evil plan. What was it?"
"Oh. Uh." Eddie swallowed. "Keep you in my evil clutches forever?"
Steve beamed.
Robin had to usher a group of jeering kids away from the Harrington house. It was apparently too much for them to see Steve grab Eddie by the edges of his stupid vampire cape and tug him into a kiss.
"Dracula doesn't swoon," Dustin shouted back at them, covering his eyes.
"This one does," said Steve happily, before going back to work on a very shocked Eddie.
In the end, it did take Eddie a minute to catch up. Once his brain rebooted and he was able to comprehend that he was kissing Steve Harrington, the boy he'd loved since long, long ago.
He spends that night at the party sitting on the couch with his face buried against Steve's chest while the movie played. "You'd been flirting with me?"
"Mmmhm," said Steve, popping a candy corn into his mouth.
"This whole time?"
"Yup," said Steve.
"I wasn't imagining it?"
"Nope," said Steve.
"This is real?"
"Yup," said Steve, and dropped a kiss onto the top of Eddie's head.
"Okay," rasped Eddie. "Just checking."
"Learning how dumb you were being was the scariest thing this entire halloween," Dustin mumbled from the floor.
#steddie#steve harrington#halloween#eddie munson#USUALLY I'D HAVE WAYNE INVOLVED#BUT THIS TIME I JUST WENT WITH IT#tiny thing#silly little story#stranger things#st fic#headcanon
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filling the void (8) II a.putellas
part of the filling the void series filling the void (8) II a.putellas
"aye dios mio mami por favor just sit down!" you groaned tiredly, dragging your hands down your face with a grunt of frustration at the ridiculously hard headed stubborn woman in front of you.
"i have been sitting down all day. i sit down every day, all day. i can help!" eli argued, still stood in the kitchen despite you taking away every single utensil and ingredient she'd gotten her hands on in the last five minutes.
"you have been home for three days! you were told it would be at least a week before you can even think about returning to your normal routine, and that is after the doctor clears you mami." you warned, apparently taking her recovery much more seriously than she was.
"bah! he knows nothing. i feel strong, i am strong, see?" eli scoffed, moving to lift the pot of water you had boiling as your eyes widened and you rushed in.
"no! sit down!" you ordered as you pushed yourself into her way, slotting your body between her and the very heavy pot she did not need to be lifting for the sake of her wounded pride.
"por favor mami, just go sit down." you spoke softer this time, remembering your manners as her eyebrows raised at your initial tone toward her.
"bien. i can sit down...and peel the potatoes." for a woman recovering from a heart scare she was fast, the bag of potatoes and peeler already grabbed from the counter as she started toward the dining room table.
you shook your fist and silently yelled up at the roof behind her back. and had anyone else been present you were sure they would have pointed out that this was exactly where the rest of the putellas women got your stubbornness from.
"no. you can go sit down and...read your book!" you suggested, gesturing toward the sofa and holding the potatoes and peeler out of her reach, the shortest of your sisters but still taller than your mami it wasn't a difficult task.
"i have read. and watched tv. and slept. called the family. done the newspaper puzzles. i am losing my mind hija! do you want your mami to lose her mind?" the woman questioned, hands on hips and staring up at you as a hint of a smile pulled at your lips.
"no. but i also do not want to see her laying unconscious on the floor, or in a hospital bed on a life support machine again." your voice softened as did eli's hardened features at your words, a long sigh leaving her as she nodded.
"vale mija, but you will let me know if you need help?" eli questioned as you nodded, kissing her cheek and turning around to head back to the kitchen as finally she made her own way back toward the living room.
"i know how to cook mami, no hay por qué preocuparse." you assured with a wave of your hand, quickly dumping the rice into the now boiling water and moving to the sink to wash the potatoes. "do you?" eli questioned light heartedly as you rolled your eyes.
"sĂ. i just pretend not to so everyone else cooks for me!" you grinned as the woman wagged a finger at you. "mĂralo!" she warned as you blew her a kiss and heard the front door go.
"no! sit down. they both have keys, they can work it out." you pointed toward the shorter woman who was already up and on her feet, eli huffing but sitting down none the less as the door went again, and again, and again.
"joder!" you cursed quietly, dropping the potato in your hand and stomping out of the kitchen, not quietly enough though as eli yelled after you to watch your language and you sent an apologetic smile over your shoulder before opening the door.
whatever rude remark about impatience was sitting on the tip of your tongue died at the sight in front of you, a snort of amusement leaving your mouth instead.
"qué es eso?" you asked with raised eyebrows at the large plastic white chair in your sisters grip, not getting an answer as you were pushed out of the way and alexia staggered on in, arms full.
"a shower chair for mami." the blonde finally answered with a grunt as she placed it down, purposefully out of sight of the eagle eyed woman in the other room who she knew would make a fuss over it.
"the doctor said she might need one, and that she will tell us if she does." you looked at it with an air of uncertainty as your sister sighed. "lo sé. but do you really think she would tell us if she did?" alexia asked as you both shared a look and shook your heads, pushing it a little more out of sight, an argument to be had later on.
"hola pequeña." you tensed up in surprise as you tried to move back to the kitchen but alexia grabbed you in a sudden hug, not phased that you weren't returning the greeting at first.
"i remember when you used to like my hugs hermana, sometimes you would even ask for them." your sister sighed dramatically, only holding on tighter as you tried to wiggle free before hugging her back.
"i saw you two days ago ale." you rolled your eyes again, squeezing her back for a moment and making a face as she kissed your cheek when you pulled away. "te extrañé." the girl messed up your hair next as you pushed her off with a huff.
"necesitada." you quipped, ducking her hands which tried to grab at you no doubt to pull you into a suffocating bear hug of some sort and escaping to the kitchen.
none the less things had been better in the last week.
last sunday you went to brunch with alba and watched alexia's game together right after, sandwiched between an injured jana and your older sister, neither of whom stopped chattering the entire match.
mapi was finally cleared to be on the bench at the very least, which you were grateful for purely just so she wasn't there to add to all of the yapping the entire game.
you'd warned her right away that alexia knew about the tattoo, and the defender had been waiting anxiously for the phone call or barrage of texts or verbal tongue lashing she'd be getting for giving it to you behind your sisters back, but it never came.
in fact much to the girls shock the moment alexia saw her in person she was pulled into a tight hug, her best friend mumbling her gratitude that mapi had been there for you when she hadn't, and that alexia was doing better, would do better, to never let it happen again.
"no seas estĂșpido. you do not need to thank me ale, fresa may be el diablillo, but she is como familia, and so are you." mapi promised, squeezing the captains bicep who pulled her into another hug which the defender was more than happy to have.
"las hermanas son complicadas amiga. just ask ingrid! she will tell you that mistakes happen but you learn from them. things are far from perfect with her and her hermana, but we are getting there. sometimes we show love in the wrong way, but the love is still always there, and fresa knows that chica." mapi spoke softly, alexia swallowing a lump in her throat and nodding.
"y me aseguraré de que nunca olvide." alexia swore, and she would, she would do anything, go to the ends of the earth to make sure never ever again would you forget how much she and alba loved you.
"ingrids hermana, she is fresa's age no?" alexia sat down on the bench to lace up her boots as mapi nodded. "teenagers." was all the zaragozan replied with a tired sigh, making the blonde smile with amusement and hum her agreement.
you were alike alexia in the sense you enjoyed watching football, though like alba you never craved the urge to play like your eldest sister did.
but that wasnât helped by the trauma of when you were nine youâd been hit in the face with a football so hard it sent your teeth through your bottom lip and wound up with four stitches in your mouth.
needless to say alexia had a breakdown over that accident, and it took weeks before she was able to sleep guilt free or at least without poking her head into your room every few hours to check on you, and a further week to stop apologizing and grovelling every five minutes much to your insistence she shut up.
you hadnât really touched a football since.
still some of your fondest memories growing up were being stuffed into a car with your whole family and descending upon one of alexias matches to cheer her on, faces painted and flags waving and always some of the loudest and proudest spectators in attendance.
you knew a lot about football for someone who never played, helped by the fact that all alexia forever went on and on and on about when you watched other matches on tv was strategy and skill and tactics.
you'd known from a young age that god forbid the day came where your sister hung her boots up, she'd just be donning a clipboard and a whistle as a manager, and she'd continue her football legacy just in another way.
but all alba and jana seemed to want to talk about the entire game was anything but football.
irene finally took pity on you in the last twenty minutes and offered to swap seats, just granted you didn't mind entertaining mateo's chatter instead, which you didn't mind one single bit.
then after barcelona trumped benefica 5-0, alexia getting in two assists, you went to your tio's house for dinner that night. eli joined in for a while over facetime but you'd be lying if you said that didn't make you miss the fact she wasn't actually there even more.
but squished between both of your sisters at the over packed dinner table, fighting with your cousins for whose turn it was to speak and arguing over who was passing which dish to whom next, you were overcome with a profound sense of normalcy you'd been deprived of for too long now.
after that, things continued upward.
both of your sisters struggled to find the balance of not smothering you while still constantly needing to let you know they were there if you needed them, taking to heart eli's advice that you were growing up and the tighter they held on the more it would make you pull away.
monday you went to work and finally they left you be to sleep at your own home for the night by yourself, even if they both hung around for hours basically baby proofing everything for your mami's homecoming.
the doctor happy with the stability of her condition eli returned home on tuesday as planned, practically banishing both of your sisters back to their own homes when they hovered and fussed all over her for merely an hour before she lost it.
you were trying your best not to do the same, however with how determined the woman seemed to be to ignore every instruction she was given, the last few days skating on thin ice had been rocky and you were very close to pulling your hair out in frustration at her stubbornness.
your sisters would be lying if they said they weren't a little surprised when you reached out for help, asking if they'd come over for dinner on friday to try and give eli something to do other than complain about her lack of things she was allowed to do.
both had agreed within four minutes of you sending the message, and by the time you returned from your shower they'd already made a plan and all you had to do was send a single thumbs up in confirmation.
they were trying, you were trying, and slowly, the void you once felt gaping between the three of you, was closing.
back to present day you frowned in concentration, finger tracing along the next steps of the recipe as alexia greeted your mami, the murmur of their chatter background noise as to absolutely no ones surprise alexia took over the tv flicking to the barcelona mens match which was due to start in about twenty minutes.
"oye! i thought we said no football? her stress levels alexia!" you called out with a hardened look, your sister frowning and opening her mouth to protest but eli beat her to it.
"the doctor said no going to football, tv is fine! look hija, i will even sit down as i watch like you keep telling me to. feliz?" the womans tone dripped with sarcasm as she slowly sat back down and alexia snickered.
"anciana testaruda!" you muttered under your breath with a huff, shaking your head and glaring at your older sister who admittedly paled a little at the anger in your face.
"mami, she is only doing what your doctor said." alexia warned, lowering the volume of the tv as eli puffed air from her nose and waved away the concern. "she worries too much. estoy bien!" your mami rolled her eyes as alexia frowned.
"mami." "que?" "sabes que."
"did you know she has not worked all week? or studied? no she stays home to fuss over me and yell at me all day. haciĂ©ndome sentir como una vieja estĂșpida!" eli huffed, crossing her arms and scowling.
alexia jumped at the sound of you slamming the peeler down on the counter. you were tired, grumpy, patience worn thin and sick of trying to pretend you couldn't hear everything that was being said like you weren't just a few feet away.
"you are a stupid old woman! a stupid stubborn old woman who had a heart attack and wants to pretend she did not!" you snapped, storming off to your room and both alexia and your mami winced at the slam of your door after you.
alba watched on cluelessly, having just arrived to witness the back end of whatever just happened, raising her eyebrows at the two women in the living room who stared after you with concern.
"what did i miss?"
you felt like you could finally breathe the moment your back hit the mattress, inhaling and exhaling deeply, grabbing your pillow and holding it over your face, letting out an exhausted scream that you'd been holding in all week.
you regretted the words the moment they left your mouth but you were still too emotional and grumpy to go and apologize for them just yet. all you were doing was trying to look after her, the same way she had looked after all three of you for years, and it was just being thrown back in your face at every turn.
you were pulled out of your thoughts by a knock at the door, grumbling a quiet come in into your pillow, though when it wasn't heard alexia still decided to take her chances, popping her head in and refraining from laughing at the sight of you.
"fresita." selfishly you were a little relieved that it wasn't your mami just yet, pulling the pillow off your face and sighing, the bed dipping as your sister perched herself on the end of it.
"lo sé. i should not speak to mami like that." you admitted, staring up at the roof as alexia's eyebrows knit together in a small frown. "no. maybe not the right words nena, but she needed to hear it." her hand squeezed your ankle softly as you glanced toward her.
"i just-she does not listen, about anything! i ask her to sit down, she stands up. i ask her to call the doctor, she calls one of her amigas from work. i ask to test her blood pressure, she suddenly needs to use the bathroom. i give her her medication at breakfast, she tries to hide it under her plate. tan testarudo!" you spat, anger returning in a wave that washed over you head to toe, drowning in the frustration of a situation you felt helpless in, barely keeping your head above water.
"lo sé. mami might be the most stubborn woman in the world hermana, but she is also the luckiest that she has you to look after, and me, and alba." alexia poked you with a smile as you sighed but nodded.
"ven aquĂ." your sister spoke softly, opening her arms as you paused for a moment, but a second later you were sitting up and shuffling to lean into her embrace, exhaling tiredly as your head rested on her shoulder.
no matter what had happened, no matter if you were grown up or growing up, sometimes you just needed a hug from your sister, and this moment was one where you hadn't realised yet, but that alexia needed it just as much as you did.
"you are going to be a very good nurse one day hermana, one of the best." the older girl spoke truthfully, kissing the side of your head and you were for once grateful for the height difference between the pair of you, able to hide the blush which coated your cheeks at the compliment.
"mami is not the easiest patient though, no? good practice maybe." your sister chuckled, looking down at you sympathetically as you snorted in amusement.
"still better than you were." you quipped with a look that had alexia's cheeks flushing with embarrassment, thinking back months and months ago to when she tore her acl.
"ale. are you hungry? i can cook?" you asked quietly, toe poking the soft carpet beneath your feet apprehensively, having felt the need to walk on egg shells all morning around the stone faced brunette laid a few feet away from you.
"you do not know how to cook." your sister muttered, eyes never leaving the tv screen in front of her where a movie was playing, but you knew well enough she was doing anything but actually watching it.
the moment she'd returned home after her surgery every sports channel had been blocked, a task unfortunately assigned to you given your poor mami had no idea how to do it, but it was one of the first things alexias therapist had suggested.
she had good days and bad days, as was to be expected with a recovery from such a prolific injury, and everyone knew that despite the main impact being on her body, the worst backlash would come from her mind.
and today, today was a bad day.
both your mami and alba had events on for friends they couldn't get out of and that you assured they go to anyway, olga was away on a business trip for the weekend and everyone else was running scared from the fierce barcelona captain, not that you blamed them considering the absolutely downright awful personality alexia adopted on her bad days.
so you'd offered to spend the day with her, despite her insistence she didn't need babysitting and you assuring you just wanted to hang out with her, which was only flung back at you when your sister grumbled she didn't want to hang out with you.
you knew she didn't mean it, as she didn't with half the things that spewed from her mouth these days when her head was filled with thunder clouds, but that didn't mean it didn't hurt.
"i can cook. are you hungry?" you frowned, posing the question again as all alexia did was curtly shake her head, muttering under her breath that she didn't feel like getting food poisoning today.
biting back the urge to snap back at her you walked away toward the kitchen instead, knowing she was in fact hungry considering she ate like the athlete she was and her last meal was over three and a half hours ago.
you guessed your safest bet was a sandwich, and with your mami and olga both keeping the cupboards well stocked it didn't take long for you to find what you needed, making yourself one as well.
though most of alexias horrible mood swings were unpredictable, you knew the cause of todays being extra bitter. barcelona were playing, and she'd been banned from watching, any means she had of doing so taken away from her as much as she'd yelled and argued that she was an adult and she could do as she pleased.
but everyone knew, watching at the moment would only make things worse, even alexia herself did, not that she would be caught dead or alive admitting so.
you glanced up hearing an alarm, knowing exactly what that meant and not at all surprised when it was silenced and the grumpy brunette on the lounge didn't move a muscle, a quiet sigh leaving your lips knowing what that meant.
grabbing both plates you made your way back to the living room, careful not to trip over nala who had just awoken from a nap, darting beneath your feet before jumping up and settling herself in your sisters lap.
you didn't say a word as you offered her the sandwich, uneasy with what her reaction would even be but it was a silent one, alexia just taking the plate without a word as you joined her on the couch again.
"de nada." you mumbled sarcastically under your breath at her lack of a thank you, a venomous glare thrown your way as you apparently hadn't been as quiet as you thought, your sisters mouth at least too full of food to snap.
you had the decency to wait until she'd finished eating before addressing the alarm, interrupted at first by her doorbell going, greeting the delivery man at the door and leaving the package addressed to olga in their shared bedroom, alexia barely even looking up as you did so.
"hermana." you cleared your throat, stood awkwardly and once again digging your toe into the carpet as she ignored you. "alexia." you spoke again, this time moving in front of the tv and directly into her line of sight, not giving her much choice but to acknowledge you.
"the alarm." you hinted with a sympathetic smile, alexia only scoffing and rolling her eyes, grunting at you to move out of the way with a flick of her fingers.
"ale. you know they are important, you have to move." you sighed, ignored once again as your patience started to wean, grabbing the remote off the table and turning the tv off.
you expected her to start kicking off at that, but she only crossed her arms and scowled up at the roof like a child, nala growing restless at the lack of attention and scurrying off onto the balcony to flop down into the sun.
"alexia." you repeated firmer this time, crossing your own arms and meeting her glare head on, raising an eyebrow. "no." was all she replied shortly, closing her eyes as if to take a nap making yours roll again.
"get up. it is five minutes, and it is important. if you want to-" you started but you were interrupted before you could finish, your sister snapping that you of all people were the least qualified to tell her what to do.
"well look around alexia. i am the only one here, because you have pushed everyone else away. so get up!" the last layer of your patience for her attitude was worn too thin now, your tone wavering and your sister seething.
"i do not need a babysitter. especially not by you of all people fresa! asĂ que vete y no vuelvas!" the brunette snarled, and you were certain if she had anything else beside her bar the cushion propping her leg up she'd have hauled it right at your head, nostrils flared and ears bright red with anger.
"no." you shook your head, and before she could blink you were snatching her crutches away from her in one hand, her phone in the other as she tried to grab it back but she simply swatted her hand uselessly through the air.
"devuélvelo." "no." "devuélvelo fresa, now!" "or what?" you challenged, taking a seat on the edge of her coffee table and raising an eyebrow, the smug smile on your face one your sister wished she could smack off any second now.
"if you want it hermana-" you stood again for a second, moving to place her phone down on the entertainment stand where her tv stood, returning to perch back on the coffee table. "-go get it." you finished in challenge.
"i can't." "you can." "no." "sĂ." "no."
"ya sabes i am so tired of everyone being too scared to tell you what to do ale. i do not care if you are el capitåna de españa. i do not care if you are el capitåna de barcelona. here you are mi hermana, and i care about you, everyone does!" you paused to take a breath before continuing.
"but you push and you snap and you push and you snap and everyone throws their hands up and lets you do what you want because you are stubborn with a mean face. what if it was me? sitting there? what would you do ale? huh?" you challenged with raised eyebrows.
"you are useless at football." was all she chimed in as you sighed. "sĂ, and you will be too if you do not get up and try to do recovery alexia. mi hermana did not teach me to be a quitter, because she is not a quitter, she does not sit on her culo all day feeling sorry for herself and moping like a child. so levĂĄntate!" you finally snapped, a tense silence falling between the two of you as you locked into a stare down neither of you was willing to break first.
"necesito ir al baño." "oh? well vamos, i am not stopping you." "fresa." "alexia." "fresa." "alexia."
"eres un grano en el culo!" your sister grunted but a small smile curled into your lips as finally she began to move, pulling herself with a wince into a seated position, smacking away your hands as you hurried to try and help.
eventually realizing she had no other choice she relented, allowing you to very very slowly get her up and to her feet, leaning her taller form into you as you huffed and pulled her body upward.
"i am going to let go. just go to the tv and then i will help you to the bathroom ale." you spoke much softer now as your sister nodded, steadying herself as you carefully removed the arm which was slung around her waist, still hovering right beside her as slowly she walked forward.
a few times you darted in to grab her as she would wobble and you worried she'd fall, her steps growing a little more sure the more of them she took and slowly but surely she grabbed onto the edge of the tv stand with a pained exhale.
"no. i can get there." your sister waved you off as you tried to help her again, watching in surprise as using the wall to brace herself she very slowly walked with tiny steps toward the bathroom, eventually needing to lean into you again as she ran out of wall.
"overachiever." you mumbled trying to lighten the mood a little, not missing the tiny smile which flickered onto her lips, gone as soon as it appeared as the older girl smacked the back of your head fondly.
you helped her sit down, always a painful task given the way her knee had to bend just a little for her to sit down, stood awkwardly by the door once she seemed settled.
"i am not going to fall in fresa! dios mĂo, vĂĄyase. idiota!"
"and i would yell at you again." you rolled your eyes as your sister chuckled, running a hand through your hair with a hum. "i am sure you would. only now i have two good knees to chase you with." she patted your own knee as you chuckled and sat back up.
"i am still faster." you grinned, alexia despising that she couldn't argue the fact, never having won an actual race against you from the moment you turned twelve and no longer needed her to let you win.
not that she ever had.
"mami." you spoke pulling her attention toward you as alexia gave you a moment, joining alba in the kitchen as the older womans face softened, opening her arms as you sank down into them.
"siento haberte gritado." you apologised quietly, an assure you had nothing to apologise for whispered into your hair as her hand rubbed your back and she apologised for being difficult, all of the earlier tension long gone.
"careful mami, you will send el bebé to sleep." you looked up through narrowed eyes at your older sister. "como un perrito." alba cooed patting your head as you smacked her hand away. "that is alexias fault!" you accused as your eldest sister looked up from her phone at the mention of her name.
"the spray bottle." alba snickered at the memory as you huffed and even eli chuckled. "and the treats." your mami chimed in as you looked up at her in betrayal.
"i was too young to know any better!" you defended yourself. "mami do you have any fruit loops? lets test her obidience!" alba teased as you grumbled something under your breath.
"i was not training her like a dog! you had the biting phase pequeña." alexia chimed in from the kitchen. "sà and mami would get called into preschool to take fres home because she bit someone." alba snickered as your face flushed red.
"vale vale. leave your hermana alone!" finally eli stood up for you, amused to see the three of you seemingly a little more back to how you'd been before growing apart.
subtly flipping alba off and getting up as she sat down, taking your place in eli's arms making you roll your eyes and her leg kick out at you lazily, eli only smiling at the interaction and running her hands through your sisters hair.
"you burned it." you groaned as alexia showed you the pan of blackened rice you'd forgotten all about, running your hands down your face with an annoyed sigh.
"can we just buy mami a rice cooker for christmas?"
~
"oye, i need to talk to you." you frowned as alexia nodded for you to step outside with her, your mami showering, without the chair she practically threw outside onto the driveway in a fit of anger, and alba asleep on the lounge apparently now staying the night as eli had tucked her in with a blanket.
"qué pasa?" you asked curiously, following your sister out to her car, her goodbyes already said as she needed to be at the stadium early tomorrow for the pre match press conference.
"you know ingrids hermana has been staying with her and mapi?" alexia started as you helped her load the rejected shower chair awkwardly back into her cupra, your mami threatening to set it on fire if she stepped out of the bathroom and it was still on the property.
"sĂ. por quĂ©?" you weren't sure where this was going as finally you somehow managed to squeeze the chair in, alexia sighing in relief and closing the door, stretching out her back.
"well she is norweigan-" "well she isn't spanish."
"ow!" you whined as your sisters hand collected the back of your head with a warning glare. "no, but she needs to work on her spanish. ingrid is worried she will fail her final year since she is doing it here and not in norway, the language barrier is not helping her." alexia explained as you frowned again, still unsure where this is okay.
"vale..." "so. you did very well in school, you are smart,you got very good grades, you have finished the year she is still studying, you are patient, well sometimes patient-" "alexia i am tired, is there a point to this?"
"i want to ask you to help her study. help her work on her spanish, get more comfortable with her reading and writing. mapi says she has learned to speak it quite well, but she is failing her classes and there have been warning letters that if it does not improve she will need to repeat the year." you were stunned into silence for a moment, still processing as your sisters eyes tracked over your face awaiting a reaction.
"so you want me to teach a norwegian stranger, to read and write en español, in..." you paused to try and do the math of when you knew the current school year would be breaking off for their final exams. "eight weeks? no. no ale!" you shook your head firmly as your sister sighed.
"why do you not ask alba? she is the teacher!" "sà for los niños. solstrÄle is your age, only a few months older. if you had not graduated a year early she would be your classmate! and your english is much better than alba's." alexia pointed out as you groaned.
"i do not speak norweigan!" "you will not need to, she speaks english." "so we will both be speaking in a language not our own that we are not comfortable in. as i teach her a language also not her own? estĂĄs loco!" you spat with a huff and a shake of your head.
"alexia i have a full time job, and i study, i have no time." "sà and solstrÄle has school, you can meet her in the afternoon! one or two days a week nena, that is all i am asking. por favor if not for me, for mapi." alexia pleaded as you sighed and rubbed your eyes.
"are you asking? or telling?" "i already told mapi and ingrid you would." "alexia!" "i will buy you new shoes, a new bag, a laptop, an ipad, whatever you want." your sister bargained as you paused.
"two new pairs of shoes, and i get to take three things from your closet, and nothing is off limits." you countered, watching your sisters jaw harden as she ticked it over, knowing there was two jackets you'd been trying to steal from her for years.
"one pair of shoes, one of the nike jackets and a voucher for your the cafe you and alba like for brunch, ten coffees on me." "fifteen coffees." "fresa!" "que? i drink two a day alexia! that is a weeks worth." "bien. deal?" "deal."
you shook hands at that, grinning happily knowing exactly which jacket you were going to take making your sister groan, horribly possessive over her clothing despite the fact most of it she got for free and usually wore once.
"solstrÄle will be at the match on sunday, mapi will introduce you. you will sit with her and introduce yourself, organise when you will meet to study, starting next week." "dios mio, actually it just went up to twenty coffees."
~
"so diablillo, what did this cost tu hermana?" mapi grinned wolfishly, knowing all too well you'd not be doing this out of the kindness of your heart despite alexia's insistence to both her and ingrid you were very much on board.
"new shoes, shopping trip in her closet, twenty coffees." you smirked, mapi letting out a belt of laughter and drawing you into her side with a proud smile.
"and she thinks you are such an angel."
your amused grin faded the closer you got to the vaguely familiar brunette hunched over in the seat at the end of the row, head buried in her phone.
you had of course seen her for all of five seconds the time mapi had given you your tattoo, and once at the game your mami had dragged you to, not really having been in attendance to any of the others to have met her.
as mapi had gone on and on about apparently the two of you would have loads in common, and she was certain it would not take the pair of you long to become friends, though you still couldn't help feeling like a preschooler being set up on a play date with your parents friends kid.
"solstrÄle." you shifted with a polite smile as you arrived, mapi's arm slung over your shoulder as she poked the girl with her foot and she looked up, squinting slightly at the sun before holding her hand up to shade her face.
not that you had doubts she was ingrids sister, but upon getting a good look at her you could very clearly see her sisters features in her own.
the downward slope of her nose, the dimple in the left side of her cheek, bright green eyes, dark brunette hair pulled back and out of her face, freckles dotting her cheeks and rosy pink lips which curled into an awkward grimace you thought was supposed to be an attempt at a smile.
then, there was the height.
you were a little taken aback as the girl stood, towering over you and mapi but still a little slunched over, as if she didn't quite know what to do with her arms which hung limply by her side, her free hand shoved into the pocket of her shorts.
she had a barcelona jersey on, sporting the away kit while you had on the home one, and your smile softened as you noticed the number four and realised it was mapi's kit.
"fresa?" you hummed as tattooed fingers clicked in your face, pulling you back down to earth and your cheeks filled with colour as you realised mapi had been speaking to you and you'd zoned out entirely, starting to count the freckles dotting the scandi's sharp jawed face.
"hola." you greeted with a much warmer smile, a soft hello echoed back as a somewhat awkward silence fell and mapi whistled, rocking back and forth on her feet, catching ingrids eye who was watching on from the pitch.
"eh well, i have to go and warm up. sol your sister said she left your sunscreen in the bag, and to please wear it, we are running out of burn lotion." mapi spoke and you hid a smile at the way the norweigan's face went bright red and she hissed something in a tongue you didn't understand making mapi grin.
"perfecta." and just like that she was off and the taller girl was sitting back down as you glared at the spainards retreating figure before slowly lowering yourself into your own seat, placing your bag underneath you.
an uncomfortably thick silence hung over the pair of you as you chanced a glance to her every now and then, her own green eyes locked on the pitch watching the girls warm up as you sighed and shifted.
"how do you like spain?" you tried to start a conversation, repeating the question a little louder after a moment when she didn't reply, spectators flooding in now and the chatter around you both growing louder and louder in volume.
"fine." the girl answered quietly as you nodded, slumping down into your seat and fiddling with the hem of your jersey. "do you...play?" you asked, the brunette sending you a quick but confused look as you pointed to the field.
"oh, no." she shook her head once she realised what you were asking, again making no real effort to continue on the conversation and you made a mental note to punch the tattooed defender responsible for this incredibly awkward meeting the moment you got within swinging range.
"do you?" you almost didn't hear her, too focused creating a ten step plan on how to escape this. a stomach ache? family emergency? earthquake in the backyard?
"hm?" you hummed as she repeated herself. "play." she clarified nodding to the field. "oh, no. i have a...ball fear?" you tried to explain in english as sol gave you an odd look.
"alexia, my sister-" you pointed to the blonde girl stupidly, as if sol wouldn't know who she was "-she eh kicked me in the face with a ball when i was little. put my teeth through my lip." you tugged down your bottom lip where the four scars sat from the stitches.
"oh, sorry." sol winced and looked away as you cringed and cursed at yourself, why would you show her the inside of your mouth?? however so preoccupied telling yourself off you missed the ever so slight smile which pulled at sols lips as she snuck a look at you, clearly having a conversation with yourself and mumbling quietly in spanish.
"so um, studying. you need help?" you asked a little more bluntly than you realised, not missing the way the scandi beside you stiffened, only giving a curt nod and refusing to meet your eye.
"mondays and wednesdays. can you do those?" you posed, another curt nod all you got in response. "four in the afternoon, there is a library, lots of meeting rooms you can book. i will...text mapi?" you offered, sol nodding again and crossing her arms across her chest, incredibly toned arms you couldn't help but notice.
sols body shifting ever so slightly away from your own, you knew without her saying a word that was her silently ending the conversation, not that she'd bothered to contribute more than a few words anyway.
"increĂble." you muttered, a plan now made that was all you'd agreed on with alexia, and with the girl beside you clearly not interested in speaking much more you didn't feel like forcing it.
this was going to be a lot more work than you first thought.
~
if there is spelling and grammar errors in this pls forgive me its midnight and this has been many months overdue and i wanted to get it done!! hoping its met expectations and we're ready for sol x fresa sooon @girlgenius1111
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Doctor's In - Part 8
Summary: It's Thanksgiving, your first official holiday with Wanda. Someone stops by to create a little havoc.
Wanda Maximoff x F!R
All the houses look the same, at least to him. The navigation system in his rental car isnât any better.
Or maybe his sister gave him a fake address just to mess with him.
After a while, he decides itâs enough, pulling over when he sees someone jogging around the neighborhood.
âExcuse meâ
âHeyâ the woman says, stopping. Her smile is wide, and Pietroâs taken aback by how friendly she seems with a stranger.
âIâm looking for an address, can you help me out?â
âSureâ
âItâs Hill Drive 216â
âRight, well all you have to do is drive straight ahead for five blocks. Then turn right and then leftâ the woman says, leaning over the car window. As sheâs giving directions, he canât help but stare at her toned legs in full display.
âI really appreciate it. Maybe I can buy you some coffee to thank you?â
âSure. See ya aroundâ she says with a smirk, running in the opposite direction. Pietro didnât get her number, but he figures she might know Wanda. So theyâll meet again.
In no time, he finds Wandaâs house. The woman is already sitting in the porch, as if she can feel her twin brother coming.
âThis was supposed to be a surprise. You donât look surprisedâ
âYou asked my neighbor for my address. She called to know if you were a creep so sheâd call the cops on youâ
âWhat? She was so nice. And sheâs very hot. You should have told me you had hot neighborsâ
Wanda gives him a cryptic smile, but he doesnât have time to ask the meaning behind it, as Tommy and Billy come running down the stairs.
âUncle Pietro!â
âBratanâ he says, allowing the boys to tackle him to the ground. âYouâre so big! What is your mom feeding you two?â
The boys laugh, pulling him inside so they can tell him all about school, soccer and their videogames.
A half hour later, thereâs a knock at the door.
âIâll get itâ he volunteers. To his surprise, the girl he spoke to earlier is on the other side. Sheâs now wearing jeans and a long sleeved sweater.
âHey, Pietroâ
âI didnât⊠tell you my nameâ
But before he can connect the dots, Wanda walks past him, standing on her toes to kiss the woman.
âHey, baby. Apparently you already met Pietroâ
âOh, yeah. Heard he was hoping to get a hot date out of some simple directionsâ
At that, his sister and her girlfriend let out a laugh, and he groans, hiding his face in his hands.
â
It was totally worth it, to see Pietroâs face as realization hit him. You were Wandaâs girlfriend.
He looks shocked, and embarrassed as you walk past him, Wandaâs hand in yours.
âAt least the Maximoffs have consistency in their tasteâ you comment, making Wanda laugh and Pietro blushes.
âShe never sent me a picture of you, ok? How was I to know?â
âI didnât send it because I knew youâd fall for her and she is all mineâ Wanda rolls her eyes, arms around your waist. You kiss her temple, smiling.
âAre you staying for Thanksgiving?â you ask, curious about his plans for the holidays.
âThatâs the ideaâ
âYouâre little buddy Rogers isnât joining us?â you glare, so he knows you know what he tried to do.
âOh, yeah. Heard you felt threatened by him. Still jealous, Y/N?â
âJealous? Iâm a Trauma surgeon, for goodness sake. What is your job, by the way? Snowboarding? Or do you call it snow? You know, like Ken in the Barbie movieâ
âIt gets me all the girlâs phone numbersâ he arches an eyebrow.
âYou certainly didnât get mineâ
âStop itâ Wanda laughs it off to ease the tension, standing between you two. âItâs Thanksgiving. The holidays. A time to forgive and enjoyâ
âFine,â he agrees. âTruce?â
âNot until you take the kids for a movie so we have an afternoon to ourselvesâ you say, because now that youâre back to work itâs been harder to get alone time with your girlfriend.
âAlrightâ
â
âItâs very important to meâ Wanda says, stuttering lightly as you kiss down her neck.
âOf course, babyâ you say, holding her hips as she tries to continue the conversation. Sheâs saying something against your lips, so you roll her nipple between your fingers, which makes her quiet for a few minutes.
Then, youâre between her legs when she starts talking again.
âHeâs my brother, weâve known each other our whole lives. I really want him to get to know youâ
âWandaâ you sigh, defeated. You look up, with a smile at her disheveled state. âCan we not talk about your brother when Iâm eating you out?â
âSorryâ
You kiss her thighs, going up to lie next to her.
âOr am I that bad at giving you head these days, baby?â
âItâs not thatâ she rushes to say, straddling your lap. Wanda pecks your lips to appease you, hands going up and down your arms. You squeeze her hips, encouraging her to continue. âBut I mean it, I want you to get alongâ
âI was joking before. Mostlyâ
âY/Nâ she whines and you smile.
âOk, I just feel⊠the last time we almost broke up because he was trying to test me using Steve, right? Iâm a bit butthurt about it, you know Iâm proud and petty like that. And Iâm not⊠Iâve never met someoneâs family. I told you Iâm not good with this relationship stuffâ
âAll you have to do is tryâ she says, leaning down to kiss you. âAnd absolutely nothing will break us apart, my loveâ
âPromise?â
âSwearâ she says against your lips. You kiss her again, hands going down to her ass.
âCan I carry on now or would you like to talk about more family members?â
âCarry onâ Wanda giggles when you flip her on her back, but those turn to moans pretty soon, feeling how your tongue works through her folds.
â
âOk, guys, just like we practicedâ Pietro says as he parks in the street, looking at the twins. They nod, staying inside the car while their uncle walks to the door.
âHey, sestra⊠ah, seriously?!â
All he sees as he walks in is his sisterâs head thrown back on the couch, and he can guess where you are.
âI thought you locked the doorâ Wanda reprimands you, but you just smirk, getting dressed. You make sure that only Pietro is within earshot when you smack Wandaâs ass, and she yelps.
The man is glaring when Wanda opens the door, her hair a mess and your shirt all wrinkled.
âWhere are the kids? Why are they waiting in the car?â
In that moment, the twins open the car door, and you can see they are carrying a small, white dog. You want to cackle, because Pietro is so dead. But you keep a neutral expression, staying behind Wanda.
âYou idiotâ Wanda says, followed by a string of curses in Sokovian. Youâve never seen her this upset and itâs kinda hot.
âCome on, kids. Letâs go back to my place and bathe this little dudeâ
âNo, please donât leave me alone with herâ Pietro pleads as Wanda pulls him by the ear.
âSorry, I donât want to be a witness to whatever it is sheâll do to youâ you give him finger guns, hurrying back to take the kids to your place. Itâs pretty obvious Wanda wonât appreciate you using her bathtub to take care of the pup.
âSo, wanna tell me what happened?â you say once youâre in the bathroom.
âWell, we found Sparky outside the cinema. He was looking for food in the garbage and was so sad and aloneâ
âDo you think Mom will let us keep him?â Tommy says.
âLetâs take him to the vet tomorrow. Maybe he escaped home and his owners are looking for himâ
The boys remain silent as you rinse the soap from Sparkyâs fur. Of course, he shakes as soon as youâre done, drops of water flying everywhere. Billy and Tommy laugh, which makes you smile.
They had never brought up the subject of pets, but you have a feeling that itâs because Wanda had told them that the answer was going to be no, no matter what.
You use an old t-shirt and your blow dryer to get him all fluffy. He is a cute dog, thatâs for sure.
âCome on, letâs get back homeâ you tell the kids, letting Tommy carry Sparky.
Pietro is in the porch, hand on his cheek as he sulks around the stairs. His ear is so red from all the pulling that Wanda did and you almost want to laugh.
âShe wonât talk to meâ he mumbles like a grumpy teenager.
âJeez, I wonder whyâ
You walk inside, going straight to Wandaâs room. Still, you knock and let her know itâs you.
âHey, love. Woahâ as soon as you open the door sheâs hugging you, and you donât know if her tears are from anger or sadness. âIâm here, whatâs wrong?â
âPietro is so⊠immature! Why would he think itâs a good idea to bring a dog into my home? He is always like this. Now, Iâll have to tell the kids we canât keep him and they will hate meâ
âWanda, they wonât hate you. Breathe for meâ you run your hands up and down her back. âHereâs what weâll do. Tomorrow I will drive with the kids to the vet, theyâll check for a microchip or anything else that tells us if he has a familyâ
âThey always wanted a pet and I just couldnât do it, it was too much work for one person and IâŠâ
âAnd you are not alone anymore, ok? You have me. And as it happens, my familyâs always had dogs. Donât stress, leave it to meâ you say, kissing her temple.
âThank you. Iâm staying here. Can you make sure the kids have dinner?â
âOf course, babyâ
You make a couple of sandwiches and let the kids eat in the living room, while Sparky walks around and smells everything. Itâs a good sign that heâs not peeing in every surface of the house.
Once the kids have dinner, you take the dog to the backyard, noticing the wooden fence needs some work, or Sparky will be able to escape.
Another thing on your list.
âIs Mom mad at us?â Billy asks when youâre upstairs, tucking them in. Sparky is in the corner, sleeping between Tommyâs shoes.
âNot at all, kiddo. Sheâs just not sure we can take care of Sparky. Dogs can be a lot of work, ya know?â
âDid you have dogs?â Tommy says from his bed and you nod.
âYeah, we had all kinds of dogs. Big ones, small like Sparky. You have to walk them, feed them, take them to the doctorâŠâ
âMaybe it is a lot of workâ Billy says, dropping his shoulders.
âHey, no worries, we will figure it out. Just make sure youâre nice to your mom. She just wants the best for everyone. Rest now. And Sparky doesnât sleep on anyoneâs bed, got it?â
The kids giggle at that, and you roll your eyes, knowing theyâll probably break that rule.
â
âWeâre homeâ you announce.
âHow did it go?â Wanda says, while Pietro is in the living room, pretending to read.
âNo microchip. But he did get blood work and everything seems fine, we also got him dewormed and he can start with vaccination in two weeksâ
âYou know a lot about dogsâ Pietro says, but shuts his mouth the minute Wanda turns to glare.
âSo, yeah. We could call a shelter and ask if they can take himâ
âBut he would be in one of those cages, aloneâ Wanda says, sounding sad.
âI guessâ
âLetâs just keep him until we figure something outâ she decides, looking as the kids play with the dog in the front yard.
âYeah, ok. We got him some kibble, plates, a new leash and a bed, so heâs all set. Iâll just have to fix the fenceâ
âOh? Will you wear your tool belt?â she says, biting her lip. Pietro gags from his place in the couch. Wanda turns to scold him. âKeep it up and youâre staying in a hotelâ
âBossy. And mean. I love itâ you say, pulling her closer. You share a quick, but passionate kiss.
âI could fix the fenceâ Pietro offers.
âYou donât even know how to drive a nail,â Wanda argues.
âIâm trying to do something nice, sestraâ
âYouâve done enoughâ
They begin to argue like a couple of teenagers so you have to step between them, raising your hands.
âEnough. Pietro can help me when I fix the fence. We all win. Isnât that great? Two of your favorite people working togetherâ you say.
âOnly oneâ Wanda says and Pietro is ready to fight when you snap your fingers.
âTo your corner, Pietroâ you warn him, dragging Wanda to the kitchen. âHey, gorgeousâ
âMmm?â she melts when you rub that spot in her lower back that always relaxes her.
âI donât think Pietro meant to do any harm with this. At most, he thought youâd end up loving Sparky more than meâ Wanda laughs, and she leans against you. âHeâs visiting and youâre always talking about how much you miss him, so try to forgive himâ
âYouâre rightâ
âYou sound surprised,â you joke, kissing her softly. âI have work. Iâll be back tomorrow, ok?â
âDonât leave. I know nothing about dogsâ she pleads.
âIâm always one call away, love of my lifeâ you promise.
â
Five missed calls. You sigh when you leave the OR, though it is from an unknown number.
Before you can return the call or contact Wanda to make sure sheâs fine, Darcy finds you, dragging you by the hand without any explanation.
âDoes this belong to you?â she says, pulling the curtain to reveal Pietro, holding an ice pack against his right hand.
âIt belongs to my girlfriendâ
âIt? Seriously?â he complains, but Darcy ignores him.
âCame in with hammered fingers and cries every time I try to examine himâ
âI will take a look. Thanks, palâ you force him to remove the ice pack, ignoring his protests. âWhat happened?â
âI tried to fix the fenceâ
âMhmâ you bend his fingers and move them around, trying to check if thereâs a fracture. He complains and tries to jank his hand back, but you donât let him.
âCanât you take some X-Rays?â
Now, whereâs the fun in that?
âHonestly, I think youâll just have some swelling and pain. Letâs put a bandage in those three fingers and make sure you donât move them too muchâ
âAt least Wandaâs less mad at meâ
You smile.
âGlad to hear it. Did she drive you here?â
âNo, I wasn't in the mood to be lectured. I just told her I needed something from the hardware store and came straight to the ERâ
You nod, writing a prescription for him. Once youâre done, you take the hand, bandaging the three fingers together.
âYou know, I just worryâ he interrupts the silence.
âAbout what?â
âWell, has she ever told you about the twinsâ father?â
You glance back at him, arching an eyebrow.
âNo, and I respect that. If she ever feels like telling me, Iâm sure she will. So Iâd appreciate it if we keep it at that, Pietroâ
âIâll just say, he was the biggest asshole. And it almost destroyed her. I promised myself no one would hurt her againâ
You nod, still working in silence. Of course, the shovel talk. After the stunt he pulled with Rogers, this is nothing, really. Going along and nodding a few times might just do the trick.
âTo be fair, I never liked him. Youâre fine, I guessâ
âI can live with being just fine in the eyes of Frosty the snowmanâ you mutter, finishing the bandaging and giving him some pills. âNow go back home and let me take care of the fence when Iâm thereâ
An ambulance parks right outside of the ER and you excuse yourself. You donât notice Pietro hanging back, watching as you help the paramedics move a woman from their gurney to a hospital bed.
It isnât until a few hours later when youâre out of the OR and see a text from Wanda that you remember the incident.
Wanda: Thank you for checking Pietro.
Y/N: Happy to help the evil twin, love.
Wanda: What would that make me? The good twin?
Y/N: The hot, beautiful, angel twin.
The sound of your pager snaps you back to reality, which means the last hours of your shift will be busy.
â
âI should go and helpâ
âPlease, donâtâ
Wanda and Pietro are sitting in the backyardâs deck, watching as you fix the fence.
âDid you get Sparky as a test? To see how sheâd react?â
âThat is actually a great idea but noâ Pietro laughs, stretching his arms. âI canât believe you donât rememberâ
âRemember what?â
âWe were at school, back in Sokovia when we were five or six. The teacher asked us to draw our pet, but we didnât have one soâŠâ
âSo you drew a dragon and said you wanted one for our birthdayâ Wanda suddenly remembers, frowning. âBut what did I draw?â
âA white dog, with a very pink nose and fuzzy hair. And when we were at the theater, I saw him and thought, thatâs my sisterâs dogâ
Wanda laughs, trying not to cry at her brotherâs antics, wiping the corner of her eyes before she gets emotional. She reaches for his hand and he squeezes it, smiling.
âWhy havenât you told her about how you had the twins?â Pietro asks after a while, his voice soft.
âBecause⊠Iâm afraid sheâll see me differently. And I donât know if itâs worth it, dwelling in the past. Itâs done and nothing can change itâ
âItâs not about dwelling in the past, itâs about sharing everything that makes you who you are. And thatâs a big part of itâ Pietro insists, standing up when the boys show up with Sparky. âWeâre going to the park. See you for dinnerâ
Wanda stays on the deck, watching as you finish replacing the last wooden panel.
âI am so ready for a shower and a napâ you sigh, plopping down next to her. âAt least Sparky can be out safely nowâ
âHow can I pay for your very hard work?â Wanda says, and your hand squeezes her thigh.
âI can think of a few ways, Mrs. Maximoff. But when Iâm not all sweatyâ
âYouâll have to leave the toolbelt on, thoughâ she says, making you laugh as you kiss the spot behind her ear.
You enjoy the breeze as you sit together on the deck, drinking a beer while Wanda looks out her yard.
âIf I told you something, would you promise not to judge me?â
âI would never, my loveâ you say, putting a strand of hair behind her ear gently. âWhat is it?â
âItâs about the twinsâ
âUh. Did Pietro put you up for this?â you click your tongue. âYou donât have to tell me anything; whatever the situation is, I imagine itâs not easyâ
âI think⊠It would help explain why heâs so protective of me. And I want you to know, I doâ
âAlright, then. Iâm listeningâ
It takes her a moment to gather her thoughts, looking at her clasped hands.
âWe met in collegeâ she begins. âI was 20 and he was on an exchange program. Came from Oxford University, I think. We were in different faculties but somehow crossed paths at a party and got talking. It was the first time I was in loveâ
âHe was elegant and acted like a gentleman, and said funny things without being crass. He acted differently than the rest of guys I ever tried to date. So we were together the whole semester, until winter break came. I was considering inviting him over to spend Christmas with us when he got an unexpected visit from his fianceâ
You breathe deeply, knowing where this is going. Wanda still wonât look at you, and she takes a moment to continue.
âUhm. So, yeah. The minute I saw them together I wanted to scream, but all I could do was hide. I felt like such an idiot. He didnât even try to find me and apologize. And for a few weeks I was⊠sick. I threw up every morning, and felt tired. But I thought it was stressâ
âWanda, Iâm so sorryâ you say, pulling her close and kissing her temple. She leans against you, letting your touch ground her. Wandaâs hand goes to hold your own, and you squeeze it, trying to show your support.
âWhen I realized what it was, I tried talking to him. I thought he at least deserved to know. But he just wanted to give me some money to deal with it, in his wordsâ
Those words make your heart ache, but you grit your teeth. You admire Pietroâs self control more than ever.
âIâm gonna need you to give me a name so I can find him and kill himâ
âI let that go, for my sake. I had two babies to care for. No matter how it happened, I knew I always wanted them. So I told my parents everything and then Pietro, wellâŠâ
âHe went crazy, I can imagine. Canât really blame himâ
âSo, now you know it all. I still have things to figure out, because sometimes the kids ask me about their father and I donât know how to tell them he never cared about usâ she sighs, leaning against you.
âWeâll figure it out together, when the time comesâ you promise, kissing her cheek. âAnd you donât have to be afraid of me judging you, you did nothing wrong, Wands. Iâm so sorry you had to go through thatâ
âI just thought⊠I wanted you to knowâ
âDid you ever see him again? I mean, does he even know their names?â
âNo, and I hope it stays that way. If he comes back, I donât want him anywhere near Tommy and Billyâ her voice shakes with emotion, and a bit of her accent comes back.
âThatâs ok. We wonât let it happenâ you promise, kissing her temple.
âI love youâ
âI love you too. And our boysâ
âAnd our dogâ she says, which makes you look back at her. She smiles at your shocked expression. âWeâre keeping Sparky. No further commentâ
âYes, Maâamâ
â
The twins couldnât believe it when Wanda told them they could keep Sparky. Pietro smiled as the kids hugged their mother, promising to always take care of him.
âYouâre the best mom ever!â Tommy says, running around the living room.
âYouâre welcomeâ Pietro mocks as he walks past her, and she elbows him.
You spend the evening watching a movie in the living room, Sparky sitting between both boys.
The 36 hour shift, coupled with the work on the backyard leaves you exhausted, so 15 minutes into the movie you begin to fall asleep.
âCome on, sweetheartâ Wanda says when your head keeps loling to the side. âYou need to restâ
âNo, but I wanna know what happens with Big Welderâ you mumble. Wanda stands up, kissing your forehead and pulling you all the way to the stairs. After brushing your teeth and almost sleeping while standing up, you plop down in bed, taking everything off and deciding to sleep in nothing but your underwear.
âVery temptingâ Wanda comments when she sees you.
âI thought youâd be watching the movieâ you stretch, appreciating how Wandaâs eyes linger on your breasts.
âUh, they started playing video games. So that was my cue to goâ she crawls into bed with you, not ready to go to sleep but wanting to share some alone time. âBefore I forget, who are you inviting for Thanksgiving?â
âWhat do you mean?â
âWell, dinner. Weâre having turkey, the Bartonâs are stopping byâŠ. You do know itâs this Thursday, right?â
âI havenât had a Thanksgiving dinner in like 15 yearsâ
âYouâre kiddingâ Wanda says, and you shrug your shoulders.
âI started volunteering when I was 16 to avoid being home. And you know I rarely went back for that stuff. I think the most Iâve done is eat pizza with Darcy while weâre workingâ
âWell, Darcy should come too! Have her over, I only get to see her at the hospitalâ
âYou sure?â you say, smiling nervously. All you know about holidays in the last decade has been the chaos of a hospital.
âYeah. Itâs gonna be great, youâll love itâ she promises, kissing you.
â
Chaos isnât exclusive to the ER, it seems. Youâve had a busy morning, mowing the lawn, cleaning the deck and getting ready to set a large table for everyone whoâs joining. To your annoyance, Pietro is using his bruised hand as an excuse to not help.
âYouâre doing greatâ he gives you a thumbs up and you want to throw the broom straight to his head.
âYou could help your sister in the kitchenâ you say, wiping the sweat from your forehead and coming to look over his shoulder. âTinder? Seriously?â
âYeah, check this outâ he says, showing you some of the matches heâs had.
âOh, wowâ you whistle at a picture of a blonde woman in a bikini. Youâre about to comment something else when you hear a cough behind you. Of course, Wanda is staring, her signature head tilt letting you know youâre in danger.
âI mean, oh, wow, what a horrible, unattractive person. Blegh. So not my typeâ you say, pretending to gag.
âIâm only letting it slide because itâs Thanksgivingâ she warns and you nod.
âYes, love. Iâm sorryâ
Pietro snorts and you turn to slap the back of his head.
âSestra, are you gonna let her do that to your brother?â
âYesâ Wanda says, leaning forward to snatch his phone. âCome help me in the kitchen. Nowâ
âYou know, Iâm twelve minutes olderâ he says as they go back inside.
Once youâre done with mowing and picking up the dry leaves, you set a table across the backyard and some lights for extra decoration. Hoping the kids wonât look, you set up a trampoline you know theyâve been asking for.
âAlright, come superviseâ you ask Wanda, and for some reason the entire Maximoff entourage follows behind.
âIt looks amazing!â she says, inspecting the lights you installed. âI love theseâ
âI know. I may have stalked your Pinterest board, @witchy16â
âBilly, look!â Tommy points at the trampoline, running to try it out, his brother close behind.
âBe carefulâ Wanda warns. âIâm not sure I love thatâ
âThey can use it only when Iâm aroundâ you promise, turning to her. âThat way I can get more alone time with my girlâ
Wanda laughs, but the sound is drowned out by your lips on hers, and your hands travel south to squeeze her ass.
âIâm right here!â Pietro complains, which makes you smirk.
âI didnât see you, sorryâ Wanda says.
âI didâ you smile, earning a slap on the shoulder from your girlfriend. Something pings in the kitchen, so she excuses herself.
âYou know, we usually save the presents for lastâ
âWhat presents? This isnât Christmasâ you say.
âPeople give each other presents during Thanksgiving too. Isnât it obvious? How do you give thanks to someone? You get them somethingâ he insists, which makes you doubt yourself. Pietro leaves to join the twins on the trampoline.
Maybe heâs right. What if Wanda got you something and after everything sheâs done to make sure you enjoy this holiday, you have nothing to give back.
Fuck.
âHey, sweetheart. Are you done in the backyard?â Wanda says when you walk in.
âI⊠yeah. Do you want me to do anything else?â
âNo, thatâs fine. Iâm just letting everything in the oven for now. Come sitâÂ
âActually⊠I need to go check somethingâ you lie, feeling awful about it. But you have to get her a present.
âAt the hospital?â
âYes. I wonât take long, I promiseâ you say when she looks disappointed. âIâll be back in an hour and Iâll help with whateverâs missingâÂ
âI just want us to spend time together,â she smiles, taking your hands. You lean forward, kissing her. âOh, and call Darcy, I just want to confirm sheâs comingâ
âYes, my loveâÂ
Pretending to be super calm, you walk to your car. You only let panic take over when youâre driving around, finding the traffic to be awful. Seems like people always leave everything for the last minute, and you hate yourself for not thinking about this sooner.
You canât let Wanda down.
Darcyâs the only person who can help out, so you call her while you try to find a place to park.
âHelloâ
âHey. Wanda wanted to confirm youâre coming to dinnerâ
âI am, only for the amazing food. But the hospital will page me if thereâs an emergency so donât expect me to stay for longâ
âGot it. By the way, did uh, your family happen to give each other presents during Thanksgiving?â
âNo, they only get drunk and yell at each other. Why? Do I have to bring a present? Because then Iâm outâ
âNo, that was just me being stupid, never mind. See you at sevenâ
You hang up, leaving the car to walk around the shops. Most of them are closed, because of course, itâs a holiday. The only places still working are supermarkets. So, what? Will you have to get your perfect girlfriend toilet paper and say âhappy holidaysâ?
After walking down several blocks, you finally find a jewelry store open.Â
âWelcome. How can I help you?â a woman says.
âHi. I canât believe youâre open at this time of dayâ you comment, looking around the store. Wanda never really wears bracelets, or earrings. Necklaces, yes. Though theyâre always very discreet.Â
âYou wouldnât believe the amount of people who have to buy a peace offering for the holidaysâÂ
âHuhâ
âOr last minute engagementsâÂ
âOh. Thatâs definitely not the caseâ you smile, and something behind the woman catches your eye. âThatâs a nice pearl necklaceâ
The woman puts on her sales hat, telling you every detail about the very elegant, very real pearls and how it is an absolute must for any woman. It honestly doesnât take a lot of convincing. Itâs beautiful and you remember how Wanda mentioned she always wanted one, but considered it a bit of a silly expense with two kids and no real use for it.
âIâll take itâÂ
âYou donât want to look at the price?â
âI imagine itâs those four figures thereâ
âYesâ
âYeah. Thatâs fine. Iâm a trauma surgeonâ you explain with a smile, feeling a little smug.Â
âSheâs a lucky ladyâ
You donât really agree, considering this is very last minute. For the twins, you decide to take some of the Christmas presents you started to buy for them and store at your house.
And as much as Pietro annoys you, youâll have to get him something too.Â
Looking at the time, you decide to keep shopping for a bit longer, hoping no one notices if youâre gone too long.Â
Wanda definitely notices. By the time you come back home, youâre sneaking around with a few boxes but she comes out of the kitchen.
âWhere have you been?âÂ
Her tone makes you jump, and you look at her with wide eyes.
âIâŠâ
âDoesnât matter. I need you to go to the supermarket and get me some boxes of mac and cheese for all the kids. And a few bottles of wine, in case Laura and Clint stay longerâÂ
âOkâ you say, wishing she had called you since you were around the supermarket not long ago.Â
By the time you finish all her errands, itâs four and youâll only have an hour or two to rest.Â
âHey, hereâs everything you asked forâ you greet with a smile, hoping Wanda is less stressed now.
âOh, thank you, sweetheart. I think the Bartons arenât even staying for dinner so I made you go for no reason, Iâm sorryâ
âItâs okâ you say, putting your arms around her. âWhatâs wrong?â
âI want this to be perfect. For you to know that having a family is nice so you wonâtâŠâ she trails off, trying not to look at you.
âSo I wonât, what?â
âSo you wonât leave. Itâs sillyâ
âHey, Iâd never leave⊠sorryâ you grumble, looking at your phone and ignoring the call.
âIf you need to pick up...â
âItâs just my landlord asking about the lease renewalâ you roll your eyes which makes her laugh. âAs I was saying, I donât need a perfect Thanksgiving as a reason to stay. I love you. Thatâs itâ
âI love you tooâ she smiles, leaning forward to kiss you. With your hands on her cheeks, you deepen the kiss, enjoying how she sighs against your lips when your tongue darts out. Then, your hands travel south to squeeze her ass, encouraging her to put her legs around your waist.Â
âHey, can weâŠ? Ugh, not againâ Pietro says, covering his eyes. âWeâre thirstyâ
Without dropping Wanda, you go through the stuff in the fridge and hand him some drinks.
âWeâll be upstairs, donât go up in⊠20 minutesâ you say, making Wanda giggle.
âYou guys are gross,â Pietro complains, crashing against the table as he keeps his eyes closed.
âCome on, letâs make those 20 minutes countâ you say, carrying Wanda to the bedroom.
â
The Bartons arrive at 7, just like Wanda told them to. Sparky is the main attraction, as all the kids coo and aw at the funky little dog that loves all the attention.
âPietro, nice to finally meet you. Iâve heard so much about youâ Laura says.
âOnly good things, I hopeâ
âThat must have been a short conversationâ you laugh at your own joke, while Pietro glares.
The kids run around the yard as Laura and Wanda chat, Clint handing over Nathaniel to you while Pietro talks about his job.
Darcy shows up a little later, and you make your rounds, introducing her to everyone that hasnât met her yet.Â
âYou againâ she says when her eyes land on Pietro.Â
âWhat? Youâve heard a lot about me too?âÂ
âYeah, mostly bad shitâ
âBad wordâ all the kids turn to point at her, and she facepalms.
âFuckâ
âTwo bad words!â Cooper says. Laura covers Lilaâs ears, though she is laughing. You clasp your hands over Darcyâs mouth because you know she can keep going forever.
âKids, have you tried going on our brand new trampoline? You can take Sparky with youâ that gets them distracted enough, running away to the backyard. âThere. Donât worry, it took me a minute to get used to the no swearingâ
âThis is why I donât hang out at PG-13 events. Anyways, I brought some stuff to make pumpkin cocktails and guacamole. Help yourselvesâ Darcy says, holding a bag of tortilla chips.
âNobody eats guacamole at Thanksgivingâ Pietro says.Â
ïżœïżœïżœThey do if theyâre Mexican. We can pretend. Iâll call you Pedro all night longâ Darcy says just to annoy him. âPlus, this is all I can makeâÂ
âAre all surgeons bad cooks?â Wanda teases, and youâre dumb enough to answer honestly.
âNot all! Carol is actually a great⊠huhâ you scratch the back of your neck at Wandaâs glare.Â
âSomeoneâs in trouble,â Pietro guesses.
âYeahâ Wanda tilts her head, making you smile weakly.Â
âIâm making cocktailsâ Darcy interrupts everyone, dragging you to the kitchen. For a while, you talk about some patients that arrived during the day, but it was still a strangely calm shift at the hospital. It was usually busy during dinner or after that some people got injured, while driving back home.Â
âTake this to Wanda, that will make her forget that Carol commentâÂ
Approaching slowly, you put the drink in front of your girlfriend, who takes a sip and then coughs.
âWow, what is this?â she laughs, the alcohol strong enough to knock her off her feet.
âA fire hazardâ Clint comments, able to smell it across the table. Still, Wanda sips on the drink and nods, enjoying the taste.
âGo easy, Miss Maximoffâ you joke, which makes her smile.
âI still remember why Iâm mad at youâ
âThen forget what I said, take these like tequila shotsâ
âCarol is an ex,â Pietro says, putting together the information.Â
âAs in Carol Danvers? Niceâ Clint comments, earning a slap on the arm by Laura.
âThread carefullyâÂ
âAh, jeez. Look what you made me doâ Clint laughs, looking at you.
âPumpkin cocktail for Laura coming right upâ
âIâll bring it, I have to check the turkeyâ Wanda says, slightly slurring her words.Â
âIf you go anywhere near the oven, leave that thing hereâ Clint points out, not wanting to put out fires on his day off.
You take Wandaâs place, sipping casually on the rest of her drink. Everyone stares as you donât even make a face to the amount of alcohol on it.
âWeâve known each other since collegeâ you explain. âSo this is just like drinking waterâ
While you keep chatting in the backyard, Darcy and Wanda are both in the kitchen, your friend making herself a drink while Wanda turns off the oven to get the turkey ready.
âWant another cocktail?â she says, pushing a glass towards Wanda. The woman grabs it, sipping again. The sweet taste of the pumpkin hides a bit of the alcohol, so the punch isnât hitting quite yet.Â
âListen, I know your brother already gave my friend the shovel talkâÂ
âReally? When?â Wanda says, a little too loudly.Â
âBack in the hospital. And I had to hold off on mine because you were always in my territory and I didnât want to seem like a bully. However, now is the time to tell you⊠sheâs my best friend, has been since college. Life hasnât been particularly fair and her mother certainly didnât help, though Iâm sure sheâs made it seem like no big deal, but Y/N really does deserve someone nice and kind. So donât break her heart. Under any circumstanceâ
âIâm not planning to, Daisyâ Wanda nods her head, her thoughts a little fuzzy.
âNobody plans to hurt someone they love. And Iâm Darcyâ
âIâm a little drunkâ Wanda clicks her tongue, leaning on Darcy as they go back to the backyard.Â
âEverything ok, love?â you say when Wanda comes back, and to your surprise, she sits on your lap instead of a chair.
âThese things are strong. A couple more and Iâll consider doing that thing you wanted to try in bedâ
âOh, dear Godâ you blush, while Clint, Laura and Darcy whistle. Pietro covers his ears, gagging. âNo more cocktails for you⊠at least with the kids aroundâ
The Bartons stay a little while longer, eating and drinking until Lila and Cooper approach Clint.
âCan we get a dog?â
âThatâs our cue to goâ he sighs, standing up.
âPlease, we want one!â Lila insists, and you laugh at Clintâs defeated expression.
âWeâll seeâ he compromises. âCome on, we gotta stop by at your grandparentsâ
They leave, thanking you for the food and you promise to take the twins and Sparky to play at the farm very soon.
Pietro finally gets off his ass to bring the turkey, which looks absolutely delicious. He carves it, saving the biggest piece for his sister.
âI love Thanksgivingâ you say, enjoying whatâs probably the best meal youâve ever had.
âMe tooâ Darcy agrees, getting seconds and thirds of everything. Truth be told, you never get to sit around and eat as much as you like so this is a total luxury for a workaholic doctor.
As youâre finishing up, Wanda takes out a pecan pie.Â
âIâm in heavenâ Darcy comments upon the first bite.
On the other hand, you cannot hold back a moan, which makes Wanda bite her lip, one of her hands going to squeeze your thigh.Â
âHey, quick question, will you marry me?â Darcy says to Wanda and you elbow her.
âRight in front of my pecan pie?â
âIâm just saying, if you donât, I willâ
âShe better get a ring thenâ Wanda says, smiling at you. Your mind goes back to the woman at the shop, telling you about those last minute engagements.
Surprisingly, Pietro is the one that changes the subject.
âYou know what I always find funny? How the flavor makes my throat all tingly. And my tongue numbâ
Everyone looks at him in silence, until Darcy speaks.
âThatâs an allergic reactionâ
âWhat? Noâ Pietro dismisses her point.
âIt isâ you insist, which earns another hand gesture from the man. âOh, youâre right, what do we know? We only went to medical schoolâ
âYouâre so dumbâ Wanda says, laughing and holding her sides. âYouâve been allergic our whole lives? Oh, my God!â
âVery funny, sestra. But now you canât make this anymoreâ
âHey, eat a granola bar or somethingâ Darcy snaps, getting a second slice. âWhy should we pay the price for your weakness?â
âLetâs finish the pie so he doesnât get an allergyâ you tease.
Darcy and you keep eating while Pietro is instructed to clean up the table and load the dishwasher. As the celebration ends, Darcy goes back home with tons of leftovers.
âIâll walk you out â you say, accompanying your friend. As youâre chatting, your phone rings again.
âYour mother?â Darcy guesses when you ignore the call. You click your tongue, putting the phone back in your pocket. âLet me guess, sheâs calling for the usual wish you were here bullshit while never calling in advanceâ
âYeah, thatâs our thing. This year Iâm not in the mood to do it, thoughâ
âWell, sheâll hopefully get the hintâ Darcyâs pager goes off and she sighs. âThere it isâ
âWant me to tag along?â
âItâs fine. Iâll call if it gets too crazy. Bye, palâ
You wave as she drives away, walking back with Sparky. For a second, you feel guilty and think about calling your mother back, but this day has been perfect and you donât want to ruin it.
âHey, kiddos, did you have fun?â you ruffle Tommyâs hair when you get home, getting Sparky his dinner.
âYeah, it was awesome!â
âWell, you better check your rooms because I got you a little presentâ
As usual, Tommy is faster, but Billy is right behind him, both of them shouting excitedly.
âWhat is all that noise?â Wanda says, alarmed.
âJust following traditionâ you explain with a smile, waiting for the kids to open their presents.
âWhat tradition?â Wanda says, looking confused.
âThanksgiving presentsâ
Then you hear it. Pietro snorts a laughter from his spot in the kitchen.
Motherfucker.
âIâm gonna kill you, Evil Twinâ you say, going straight to where heâs standing. Pietro runs around the kitchen island, putting distance between you two.
âStop it, you two!â Wanda says, hands on her hips.
âSorry, love. But heâs got it comingâ you throw a towel his way, and take advantage of the distraction to jump over the counter, falling on top of him.
âCool!â Billy says, watching as you have Pietro in a headlock.
âHow are you so strong?â he complains, unable to free himself.
âIâm in the ER, do you really think I donât have to deal with drunk assholes?â
âEnough!â Wanda shouts, pulling you by the belt loop of your pants until youâre off balance. âExplainâ she asks standing between you two.
âHe told me you gave each other presents during Thanksgiving!â
âWe love ours!â Tommy says, showing the stands for their controls. You smile, fixing your shirt.
âWell, youâre the only ones getting one. Your uncle is definitely notâ
âYou got me something?â
âYes, and it was a damn good presentâ you smile, knowing the curiosity will drive him crazy.
âCome on, can I have it?â
âNoâ Wanda and you say at the same time.
You make fun of him, and then Wanda tilts her head.
âDid you get me something?â
âOf course I didâ you pat the back of your jeans, finding the necklace box there. âHereâ
Wandaâs eyes widen as soon as she opens it, her hand covering her mouth.
âWhat? You donât like it? I can return it. Or maybe I canât. But you donât have to wear itâ you rant, afraid that itâs too much for a tradition that isnât even real.
âSweetheart, stopâ she says, smiling. âI-I love it. Thank youâ
âWell, I love youâ you lean forward, letting her kiss you. Billy and Tommy protest at the contact, something that they have unfortunately picked up from their uncle.
âCan I have my present? Please?â Pietro says.
âNo, wait until Christmasâ you say.
âAnd for this little joke youâre gonna clean the kitchenâ Wanda says, pointing at all the dirty pots and pans.
âMy joke got you a pearl necklaceâ
âChop, chop, Pietroâ she ignores him, pushing the kids upstairs so they can get ready for bed. âYou two stink, go and take a showerâ
âWhere do you want me, Bossypants?â you joke, standing next to her.
âMhmâ she smiles, leaning forward to whisper in your ear. âYou like it when Iâm bossy?â
âYes, Maâamâ
âThen go shower too. And stay in bed. You were running around all dayâ
âWanna join me in the shower?â
âIâll help Pietro clean. Or weâll never hear the end of itâ she says, smiling when you pull her close, kissing her cheek.
âDonât be longâ
By the time Wanda comes up, youâre asleep, wearing nothing but shorts and a t-shirt.
The gentleness of her lips against your neck wakes you up with a shudder, and you bring your hand to rub up and down her back.
âAre you done with cleaning?â you say, trying not to yawn. Wandaâs teeth, marking the spot between your shoulder and neck jolt you awake. âBaby?â
âYou always give me so much. I want to thank youâ she says, moving down your lap. You lean on your elbows, unsure if youâre understanding what sheâs saying.
âWanda?â youâre about to ask something else, but the words get stuck in your throat when you feel her rubbing her nose against your clit through your shorts. âI⊠uhâŠâ
âWhatâs wrong?â
âNothing is wrongâ you say, having trouble breathing when she pulls down your shorts, revealing youâre not wearing any underwear.
âPerfectâ Wanda smiles, leaning down. You can tell sheâs hovering, teasing you with anticipation. Even when she kisses the inside of your thighs, it feels heavenly.
You make the mistake of looking down, and Wandaâs eyes meet yours. She has a predatory smirk on her face, one youâve never seen before. She knows how much you want this, she can see it, smell it. Youâre about to plead for her to continue when she goes down, tongue licking a strip down your center.
âFuckâ you say, your legs instantly going to close around her head. Youâre so sensitive and sheâs sucking on your clit with such abandonment. Wanda lets you ride her face, enjoying the feeling of your juices coating every inch of her chin.
When youâre close to coming, she manages to pull free of your hold, pushing her hair back. Her chest is heaving, face glistening with your arousal.
âWha-â she doesnât let you finish, pulling down her own shorts, and crawling on top of you.
âI want you to come with meâ she sighs against your mouth, allowing you to taste yourself. Her pussy comes in contact with yours, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you feel her wetness.
âBe quiet for meâ she hisses, though thereâs certain tenderness in her voice. Her palm covers your mouth, and Wanda only moves when you nod, pushing her hips against yours.
âWandaâ you plead, not knowing exactly what youâre after. Even though sheâs also getting pleasure out of this, sheâs still very much in control, keeping you steady as she rocks her hips, setting the pace.
As your breathing quickens, Wanda picks up the pace, and your arm snakes around her waist, pulling her closer until she drops her body on top of yours, moving and panting next to your ear.
âIâm closeâ you breathe, and the way she bites down your neck is what pushes you over the edge, letting out a groan and a string of curse words that would put your best friend to shame.
Wandaâs release follows, and you let her dig her nails in your shoulders as she comes. She relaxes against your chest, her heart slowing down as you run your hand up and down her back.
You donât need to look to know thereâs a mess of sheets and clothes around you. Wanda is too far gone to care, the intensity of her orgasm and the exhaustion of the day making her doze off.
âCan we make this into a tradition?â you whisper against her temple. She laughs, cuddling against your side.
âTotallyâ
â
Wanda: Hey
Y/N: Hey, gorgeous
Wanda: Miss you
Y/N: Miss you more.
Y/N: Thinking about that mindblowing orgasm too.
âSomeone got laid for Thanksgivingâ Carol reads over your shoulder and you huff.
âMind your business, Danversâ
âDarcy said it was the best meal of her life. What do we have to do to get invited next year?â she says as you walk down the hospital halls.
âGo back in time and not sleep with meâ
âDamn. Wandaâs still jealous? Would it change if Iâm a married gal?â
âYou set a date?â you stop Carol, excited to hear more.
âYour invitation should be in the mail soonâ
âCongrats!â you smile, pulling her for a hug.
âThereâs one more thing⊠I was wondering if youâd be my maid of honorâŠâ
The request catches you completely off guard. Carol had been your friend since you arrived at the hospital, but considering everything that happened, youâd figure Maria wouldnât be comfortable with that.
âI mean⊠I would love to, but Mariaâ
âSheâs fine with it. Understands it was just a distractionâ
âAww, that makes me feel so specialâ you put your hands over your chest, sighing dramatically.
âYou know what I meanâ Carol says, making you walk to the ER. âSo, you in? Youâll have to do dress fittings. Organize a bachelorette party. Make sure Iâm there on timeâ
âFine, yes. Oh, did I mention we got a dog?â
On the way to the ER, you show Carol a bunch of pictures of Sparky, and sheâs still obsessing over his funky hair when you find Kate, finishing some charts.
âHow was your night, Bishop?â
âA bit crazy. Some accidents on the road, and cuts with kitchen knives⊠but itâs been pretty quiet nowâ
Carol gasps and you want to scream.
âDonât say the q word, Bishopâ you plead.
âWhy?â
Two ambulances park right outside and you nod towards them.
âThatâs whyâ
True to the lore, the word quiet attracts a wave of emergencies and freak accidents that take up most of your shift.
Thatâs not what has you on the edge of a nervouse breakdown, though.
During your first break of the night, you answer a text from Wanda, telling her youâll be sure to be there for Pietroâs dinner tomorrow, as heâs finally leaving on Monday morning.
No one ever leaves a voicemail so you check out the notification, and you wish you hadnât.
âFor someone who works in the ER, you sure as hell arenât around for family emergenciesâ your mother says. âWell, itâs not really an emergency, but you get my point. Weâre gonna be in town, Janeâs probably applying to Westview university next year. Call me when you can, it would help if you give us a tour around the city. And pick up the damn phone, itâs Thanksgivingâ
Kate finds you in that moment, making you jump out of your seat.
âYou wanted me toâŠâ
âFollow up with the patient in 403, yes. Iâm going out for a while. Call me if itâs urgentâ
The first thing you want to do is throw your phone away, but you settle for walking to a nearby store, looking for a pack of cigarrettes and a lighter. If you didnât have a shift to go back to, youâd certainly get a bottle of cheap booze.
As you sit on the sidewalk, your hands tremble when you light up a cigarrette. Itâs been ten minutes and youâre through the third one when Darcy stops by.
âWhatâs the matter with you?â
Since you canât find the strenght to explain it, you hand over your phone. Your friend physically recoils at the sound of your motherâs voice, thatâs how much she dislikes her.
âIâm sorryâ Darcy says, sitting next to you. âShe might not even make time to see you, sheâs probably just pretending, like with every holidayâ
âItâs not just that, Darcy. What if Jane goes to Westview University? Iâm going to⊠Iâm going to be worrying about whether or not sheâll be around. If her daughter needs anything, sheâll call me, if something goes wrong and I donât find a way to fix it immediately, Iâll be the screw up of a daughter who never cares about her family. Iâm gonna have to move, thereâs just no way I canâŠâ
âSlow downâ Darcy sits next to you, her hand on your shoulder. Her touch helps you stay calm, and you breathe slowly. âThatâs a massive if. You donât know if itâs happening. And weâre both very much aware that you could do everything your mother asks and it still wouldnât be enough. Donât let her control youâ
âI donât know howâ you admit, your voice breaking down.
âThatâs okâ Darcy pulls you in, hugging you. âWeâll figure it out. Or just take her to the nastiest places in town, sheâll never let Jane come here againâ
You let out a laugh at that, wiping your tears.
âI love you, friendâ you say, feeling exhausted.
âUgh, you always get so emotional when that witch is lurking around. Careful or youâll end up proposing to Wandaâ
âI donât want my mother anywhere near Wanda. If she says anything hurtful to her, I swear to God sheâll really regret the minute she pushed me out of her fucking insidesâ
âDamn, bitch, now thatâs the fire I want to see in youâ Darcy claps, pulling you up. âCome back inside. Heard itâs been non stop since your minion summoned the entire cityâ
âYeah, she said the q wordâ
âQueefâ Darcy sighs and you cackle.
âSassy queefâ
â
The last thing you want to do when your shift is over is have dinner and be social, but you promised Wanda.
So you walk through the door with a smile on your face and some flowers for your girlfriend. Wanda greets you with a kiss, but quickly pulls apart.
âDid you smoke?â
âUhâŠâ
Seems like the entire pack of gum after smoking for the last 48 hours didnât do the trick.
âYes, sorry. Iâll go use some mouthwash and change clothesâ
âHold onâ Wanda pulls your hand, looking at you. âWhatâs wrong? You only smoke if youâre stressedâ
âSestra!â her brother calls, and youâre actually grateful for the interruption.
âIâll tell you later. Pietro needs your helpâ
Thankfully the conversation centers on the other Maximoff and his plans for the upcoming weeks, now that the conditions seem more favorable for snowboarding.
You ask a question here and there, but mostly keep to yourself, eating the chicken paprikash and drinking wine. Yeah, you definitely drink a couple of glasses to keep your cool.
If Wanda notices, she keeps it to herself once again.
âWell, sounds like youâll be needing a pair of brand new glovesâ you say to Pietro at one point, taking out a box from behind the tv. âHidden in plain sightâ
âSheâs a keeper!â he exclaims when he notices the fine material. âIâm definitely coming back for Christmas nowâ
âHey, you better get me something nice tooâ
Youâre halfway the second bottle of wine when everyoneâs done with dinner, and the kids are debating between going for ice cream or watching a movie. Itâs safer to stay in the kitchen, cleaning everything and hoping you can excuse yourself early.
Truth is, you really want to drink until you pass out but that would raise too many questions with Wanda.
âThey settled on Jumanjiâ Wanda announces when youâre drying your hands.
âMmkay. Iâll take Sparky out for his walk thenâ you volunteer, rushing to get his leash before she can ask anything else.
The cold air makes you sober up a little, remembering what Darcy told you.
Donât let her control you, donât let her ruin your life.
Youâve told Wanda your relationship with your mother is not the best, but how could you possibly explain thatâs a wild understatement?
âIsnât that the cutest dog?â Agatha greets Sparky, who wags his tail. âWhatâs their name?â
âSparkyâ
âOh, wowâ Agatha waves her hand in front of her nose. âBooze and cigarrettes, did you have fun at the casino?â
âUhâŠâ
âCome on, Iâll get you a special tea. It always helpsâ
She rushes you to her porch, making you sit while Sparky is on your lap, comfortably napping.
âOne cup of âspecialtyâ. Hah! Get it? Special tea, specialtyâ
âVery clever⊠oh, wow! Does this have peppermint?â
âYes, clever girlâ
âMy grandmother grew peppermint on her front yard. I always loved the smell of it⊠even the taste when she made teaâ you smile, sipping slowly.
âEverything ok, kiddo?â she asks after a beat of silence.
âNo, not reallyâ
âWell, Iâm here if you want toâŠâ your neighbor says, petting Sparky.
âI mean, thank you, but I feel like I donât have a lot of people to tell this to, without being judged. Because you know what it is? I fucking hate my mother, Agathaâ
To your surprise, the woman letâs out a loud laugh.
âOh, honey, please. Tell me about it. My mother was a witchâ
âIs that figuratively orâŠâ
âI mean, who knows. She was evil, thatâs for sureâ Agatha rolls her eyes, and then looks at you. âYeah, I get it. Most people say that you have to love your family, just because you share blood. Blood is thicker than water, they say. Meanwhile, they donât know the full phrase is the blood of the covenant is thicker than the water of the wombâ
âIs that so?â
âTrust me, I knowâ Agatha nods. âMy mother would tell me I was evil, I was bad. Just rotten to the core, in her own words.â
âIâm so sorryâ
âDarling, you donât owe anyone an explanation. You have your own family with the Brady bunch over there.â
âI guess a part of me still believes sheâll apologizeâ
âDonât hold your breath. And if she doesnât, it still doesnât mean you did something to deserve her shitâ
âThank you, Agathaâ
The woman pats your leg, smiling.
âMy love, are you coming back to bed?â a voice says from the inside of her house and you almost snap your neck looking back.
âComing, Rioâ
âI had no idea I was interrupting, Iâll leave right nowâ you stutter, carrying Sparky down the steps of the womanâs porch.
âDonât sweat it, hot stuff. She needed a break after everything we just didâ Agatha winks.
âGood talk, bye Agatha, bye Rioâ you wave your hand, running back home all flustered.
The kids are with their uncle watching tv when you go inside. You let Sparky go so he can sit on the couch with them, and go upstairs to get changed and sleep.
Once youâre settling in bed, Wanda pushes the door open, eyeing you curiously.
âSweetheartâ is all she says. Itâs both a question and an affirmation.
âItâs been a long dayâ you admit, too tired to pretend youâre ok, but also not in the mood to explain everything.
Maybe your mother wonât even come, and youâll have shown Wanda how broken and fucked up you are for no reason. She doesnât need to know it. Not now, at least.
âLet me helpâ she offers, climbing on your lap, kissing every inch of your face. You hold on to her waist, digging your fingers in her flesh. âI love youâ
âI know. I love you tooâ you smile, finally connecting her lips with yours. Sheâs meant to comfort you with her touch, not wanting to start something else, because everyoneâs downstairs. But when you swipe your tongue across her bottom lip, Wanda lets out a groan, nails scrapping your scalp as you deepen the kiss.
âPleaseâ you say, switching positions so sheâs on her back, you on top. You donât really know what youâre asking for, but she can sense your desperation, holding on to your shoulders.
âItâs ok. Iâm here. Use me, love. Take meâ
Those words spurr you on, making you go down to kiss her neck, unbuttoning her shirt and leaving a trail of marks all the way to her hips. You desperately pull at her pants, immediately going down on her, your touch impatient as Wanda covers her mouth to keep quiet.
âPleaseâ she manages to ask, and you give her more, stretching her with two of your fingers. âMoreâ
Youâre happy to comply, adding another digit and working them in and out of her clenching cunt, while you go back to meet her lips in a messy kiss.
âI fucking love youâ you say against her mouth, and that sends Wanda over the edge, arousal gushing out of her with each of your final thrusts.
âI was⊠supposed to make you feel betterâ she says, trying to catch her breath.
âOh, trust me. You didâ
Wanda laughs, looking at you lovingly while you kiss her temple.
âI love you tooâ she says when your lips meet hers for a quick kiss.
âI know. Iâm very lovableâ
Her laugh makes you forget all the bad shit youâve been carrying with you for the last day and a half.
â
âTake care, bratâ Wanda says, her arms going around her brother. âSee you soonâ
âYesâ he then says something in Sokovian, making Wanda laugh.
âDo you guys know what theyâre saying?â you approach Billy and Tommy.
âNo, mama hasnât taught us any Sokovianâ
âWe think itâs so they can say bad words without getting caughtâ
âHuhâ
âWhat is all that mumbling Iâm hearing?â Wanda says, making you stand straight.
âNothingâ the three of you say at the same time, making her laugh.
âRelax, sestra. You two, be good while Iâm gone. And if youâre not goodâŠâ
âBe carefulâ they finish the sentence, laughing.
âAnd youâŠâ Pietro points at you. Wanda is about to intervene, thinking heâs about to give you another shovel talk. but you wink at her, smiling. âWelcome to the familyâ
âThank you, Evil Twin. See you at Christmasâ
âYouâre dressing up as Santa this yearâ he says in a low voice and you laugh.
The man gets in his car, waving goodbye one last time.
âAlright, you two, weâre gonna be late for schoolâ Wanda says, and the routine slips you back to reality.
âHeyâ you say, pulling her close to you. Before she can answer, you kiss her, hands on her cheeks. She squeezes your wrists, smiling. âDo I really have to be Santa?â
âWeâll seeâ she laughs, kissing you once again. âCome on. We got a busy day ahead of ourselvesâ
You smile, letting her take you back home.
Whatever happens next, you just need Wanda to get through it.
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Um Iâm just thinking about pregnant!reader giving one of the hockey boys or poly!marauders a little hockey jersey to tell them sheâs pregnant đđ„č
OMG SHUT UP this was so cute (thank you for the prompt!)
hockey player!Sirius Black x fem!reader who has a surprise for him [690 words]
CW: afab!reader, pregnancy, pregnancy announcement
Now, you may not believe him, but Sirius swears to all the hockey gods that he tried his best to control the expression that took over his face.
The two of you had gotten home from Siriusâ birthday dinner - which one of the team âdadsâ (who not coincidentally billeted Sirius when he first joined the team) insisted on throwing, regardless of the fact that the team was already together for his actual birthday four days ago while they were on the road - and you hardly had your jacket off before you were telling him to go sit down in the living room so you could bring his present to him.
He wasnât proud of the fact that he found himself a little disappointed you didnât walk back into the living room stark naked, or perhaps wearing a sexy little number. But no matter; your eyes were bright and crinkled in the corner, your smile was shy yet excited and hopeful, and you were wearing his team hoodie that came down to nearly your knees, and he thought you had never looked more beautiful.
âHappy birthday, Siri.â You offered quietly as you handed him a square, thin package - the box appeared to be the same shape as one youâd purchase a pie in, but it was incredibly light.
He smiled at you before unwrapping the paper and ribbon from the box and lifting the lid from it.
Sirius recognized the colours instantly, of course he did. They were Lionâs colours; Gryffindor red and gold with black detailing.
What confused him, though, is that the garment folded before him seemed to be one of his own jerseys.
A tiny version of his jersey; the home jersey, deep red with yellow lettering which read BLACK above his number 12, clearly outlined and defined by black piping.
But if you noticed the confusion on Siriusâ face, you didnât show it.
âThis isâŠcute, babe.â Sirius offered cautiously, letting out a nervous laugh as he pinched the shoulders of the tiny jersey between his thumb and finger and held it up in front of him - it really was no bigger than a dinner plate.
But no sooner had the jersey fully unfurled did Sirius hear something clunk back down into the box.
âWas there something inside it?â He asked aloud as he pulled the jersey aside, and Sirius froze. âIs-â
Sitting in a bed of decorative tissue was a plastic stick with a sealed cap on the end, and a pink plus sign on the other.
And underneath it was images from a sonogram.
âBaby?â Sirius whispered, and when he could finally manage to tear his gaze away from the clues sitting in his lap, he saw you standing with your hands over your mouth and your eyes swimming with tears.
âBaby? Is this- are youâŠare we pregnant?â
You released a breath youâd apparently been holding that sounded very close to a sob as you nodded emphatically.
âBaby!â Sirius cheered, all but tossing your gift aside as he stood from the couch and made for you - enveloping you in a near bone crushing hug that took you right off your feet.
âWhat? How? How long? When did you find out? Oh my god.â He rapid fired in between pressing kisses to various parts of your face.
âI took the test just before you left for your two week road trip, but it was confirmed by the doctor three days ago.â You explained as you laughed through your tears - happy tears.
âOh my god.â Sirius repeated as he put you back down on your feet, though he allowed no distance between you two as he rested his forehead against yours and smoothed his hands up and down your back. âOh my god, oh my god. I canât believe this. Weâre gonna have a baby?â
You let out a wet chuckle and pressed a kiss to his lips that saw him chasing yours for two more. âWeâre going to have a baby.â You confirmed.
Sirius shook his head in awe, kissing the dampness from your eyelashes before tucking your head under his chin.
âWeâre going to have a baby.â He repeated.
âHappy birthday, Sirius.â
Best. Birthday. Ever.
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Hereâs the next part of the Kendratello AU! I knew it was going to be very dialogue heavy, so I figured writing it out would be fast, but Iâm so ready to be done with it that Iâve not really beta read it. So I apologize for any errors. But enjoy!
Splinter loves his sons, but these last few days have been eating away at his already shriveled and fraying nerves. Watching his children ambling around their home, for months, each in varying states of anxiety, fear, and distress, hasnât been easy on his old heart.
Theyâve been through so much, experienced more hardships than Splinter has ever wanted for them. But the latest crucible tearing his family apart was caused, not by some ancient demon, or world-ending threatâbut a fiendishly smart, young woman.
One whoâd kidnapped his son and replaced him with a stranger that Splinter hardly recognized.
The bitter tale is too familiar for the old movie star to painlessly swallow. It seems fate played such cruel tricks sometimes. Always seeming to strike harsher the second go around. With outcomes even more brutal and painful. His son was stolen by a hateful, sadistic woman, and kept locked away, until she was satisfied with the new toy that emerged from the shadows.
So it stands to reason howâŠrelieved Splinter had been that one, early morning. When his three sons had pulled Purple into his bedroom, piling into his bed, nothing but wide eyes and panicked shouting; one over the other. Looking back now, he can recognize how short-sighted his quick relief had been. But in the moment, as a father, Splinter had only seen this new, strange development as a blessing.
Donatello might have been confused, and irritated with his brotherâs manhandling, but Splinter could clearly see more life in those eyes than heâd witnessed in months. Splinter had shushed the rest, and spoken to Purple directly, finally getting a better grasp on what his sons were shouting about.
Amnesia.
So, of course, relief. Because how could forgetting all those horrible, tortuous weeks in that womanâs grasp, possibly be a bad thing? By some miracle, Splinterâs boy had been returned to him. Nowhere near that frail ghost of Donatello, which Splinter would sometimes find curled up on the floor of his own lab, screaming Kendraâs name and sobbing to be returned to her care.
He had been spared all of that, like it never happened. Their family had been handed a gift, and Splinter truthfully wasn't interested in the whys of it allâŠ
Until Michelangelo chose to contact Draxum, and words like âbrain damageâ and âtumorâ were thrown into the mix.
An entire day of testing yieldedâŠvarying results. They were able to rule out the scariest of options. No dark shadows were seen in the X-rays of his sonâs beautifully brilliant brain, and no concerning squiggles were pointed out by the Hidden City doctors who studied the fast moving waves appearing on the EEG. It was all a bunch of nonsense to Splinter, but Donatello nodded like he agreed, when he was handed the papers over to inspect himself.
Everything was normal, physically.
That left the most difficult part of the day. Getting his son to speak to a psychiatristâseriously, and without snarking back at every possible question he would eventually be asked.
Draxum had thankfully picked a good one. Briefing her beforehand onâŠeverything. She seemed prepared for Purpleâs special brand of cynicism. The sheep yokai was apparently at the top of her field.
A tentative diagnosis of âdissociative amnesiaâ had been given, along with a small number of pamphlets and printouts. The doctor had informed Splinter that certain treatments might improve Donatelloâs situation, but no cure had been discovered for something like this.
They would just have to take things one day at a time. And theyâd been doing so well. Almost like everything was back to normal.
Splinter had become very good at ignoring that pending feeling of dread in the pit of his stomach. He smiled at his sons every day onward, like nothing was wrong. And all of them, in return, began falling back into a more comfortable ease around each other. The stress had just been starting to loosen in Redâs shoulders and jaw. Orange was giving real, honest smiles again. And Blue was no longer a shadow around corners, hiding from Purple like a bomb he was scared to set off.
But the other shoe that had been the root of Splinterâs dread, finally dropped, and the rug was pulled from under their feet once more, violently, with no warning.
Even after theyâd managed to calm Donatello down. There was no negotiating the terms of his reality, and he was stubbornly convinced that the world around him was fabricated. Without caring about the consequences, he refused to be civil towards any of them, treating them all like jesters in a play, where no one had the script.
The familyâs usual process for dealing with Purpleâs angerâletting him cool off alone in his lab until he collected his thoughtsâwas unfeasible this time around.
Splinter didnât think he could ever forget the image of his son, turning the knife he held in his hands inwards, and threatening to end his own life.
No; leaving him alone was not an option.
Which led back to Splinterâs previously mentioned frayed nerves.
Four days into this new, stressful change, and his genius son was still managing to find creative ways to sneak past their watchful eyes. Six attempts, in total. Each time, caught with seconds to spare, and just as traumatic for everyone involved.
Raphael and Michelangelo at the moment, were going through their home, removing every sharp implement they could find. Anything that could possibly be used to âput an end to the loopâ that Donatello was convinced he was stuck in.
While the two performed their important task, Blue and Splinter had the harder of the two jobs; watching Purple.
Splinter was currently sitting comfortably in his chair, but it was far from his usual level of relaxation. Despite plenty of bean bags to occupy, the twins were locked in a shoving match. For some reason, they were fighting over the single, smallest one they mustâve owned.
âIf you donât get out of my personal space, I swear to Oppenheimer you will regret it, Leonardo!â
âAnd I swear to Ryan Renolds, that Iâll shred all of your softest hoodies if you kick me in the nuts one more time!â
âThat Barbenheimer joke doesnât even make sense, you idiot, that was Ryan Gosling!â
âWho mentioned Barbie? Iâm talking about Deadpool and Wolverine!â
âWhat does that movie have to do with anything?!â
âFuck dude, what did I just say about nut shots!â
âThen get out of my kicking radius, and your non-existent nuts will be safe!â
âBOYS!â
Both his sons quickly pause their arguing, giving their father their undivided attention.
âLeonardo, go help your brothers.â Splinter demands. âI will watch Purple. He has not had a moment of free time from any of you in days, and it is clearly wearing on all of us.â Blue gives his father one of his patented unimpressed stare downs.
âNo offense, Pops, but how is you watching him, any different than me?â
âBecause I will sit in my chair, and Purple will scroll on his phone, and there will be quiet.â Splinter canât stand the bickering any longer. He knows both his sons will benefit from this time apart. Itâs just convincing Blue of that.
Donatelloâs gaze is boring holes into the back of Leonardoâs head while his second oldest son matches Splinterâs scrutiny. The rat can see the need for some fresh air battling against Blueâs desire to stay close. But Leonardo is his sharpest son, and even he can admit that his constant presence has become too grating for his brother.
âYou need to watch him like a hawk, Dad,â Leo glares at his twin out of the corner of his gaze, âsometimes you can get a littleâŠdistracted.â
The new projector, playing Splinterâs same old programs, flashes against the curtain hung on the wall. The volume is set to low, but Blue still looks pointedly between his father and the screen. Splinter doesnât blame him for his concern, so he tries to put all the gravity he can into his tone, enough that when he does promise to stay vigilant, it seems to convince Blue to place his trust in him.
Purple stays quiet through the exchange, only breathing a sigh of relief once his brother is long past the threshold of the den. He looks ready to lean back into his hard won pillows, but Splinter realizes that Blue had something of a point. Donatello is positioned quite far from him, and heâs suddenly nervous about catching something in time.
âPurple, how about you come sit with me.â Splinter suggests it kindly but firmly, and with a smileâ so his son canât refuse. He pats the bit of cushion next to his legs, âI will honor my promise to leave you alone, but I would be much more relaxed if you were within my reach.â
His boy merely blinks at him, blank faced, and staring at the very spot that Splinter has just created for him.
It isnât as though his recliner is small, even if Splinter himself is. Donatello had custom made it for him, after one too many complaints about his old brown one hurting his back. It practically swallows Splinter, but remains just stiff enough to provide plenty of support for his lower back. He could even lay sideways and still have some space to stretch.
Splinter recalls very clear memories of all his sons fighting for a spot by his side when they were younger. But it has been some time since those daysâŠperhaps Donatello thinks heâs far too old for such a thing as sitting by his aging father. Yoshi remembers himself at eighteen, and shudders. Heâs forever thankful that no matter how lacking his parenting skills might have been, that his boys are kinder to him than he ever was to his Jiji.
Donatello pulls at some invisible thread of his black leggings. Since this new alteration of his memories, Purple has taken to wearing more layers. Itâs nearing fall, but not nearly cold enough for the large sweatshirt, black leggings AND socks that his son is currently donning.
Splinter just barely hears Purple murmur a jumbled, âHuh?â
Splinter catches some sort of emotion actively being suppressed behind the bewildered shock at his offer, but itâs hard to tell what it is. Over the years Splinter is ashamed to say, he has grown very bad at reading his own children. Especially Purple, who, if he was being honest, has always been very hard to decipher.
Splinter starts to think the offer will be rejected, when Purple finally climbs to his feet and ambles slowly over. The unknown emotion skittering at the edge of Donatelloâs expression morphs into something closer to suspicion. This one easy to identify, especially when it practically drips from his next words.
âTrying to endear yourself to me wonât sway me into falling for your tricks.â
The barb is said just as unkindly as everything else Purple has thrown at his family these last few days. Splinter lets it slide off him like water. He knows his son would (probably) never speak to him like that if he wasnât stuck in such a painfully clear mode of survival and uncertainty.
âYes, yes.â He says, untroubled. âCome sit and I can finally lean my chair back.â
Donatello watches him the entire time as he cautiously settles into his spot. He yelps when Splinter grabs his ankles and pulls his sonâs long (thin, still much too thin) legs across his lap. For an instant, Splinter freezes, growing worried heâs overstepped. The act had been done without a thought. Itâs the way Purple has always liked to sit, finding it more comfortable than any other way. Donatello preferred to keep his distance. A deviation from his siblings, for sure.
Michelangelo would press as close as possible, two sides smushed together like a hug, only without the constricting limbs (though, if Orange were ever to fall asleep in Splinterâs chair, those too would eventually find their way to catching him in their hold).
Leonardo preferred to sit on the arm of his chair, never staying still for long enough to find a comfortable position. But when he slumbered, after a long night of binge watching Novelaâs with Splinterâhe would curl up, head in his fatherâs lap, limbs held tight to his body. Like he was afraid even that was asking for too much.
Raphael, his poor, eldest son, hadnât sat with him in so long. Splinter could still remember a little turtle tot in red, climbing up and splaying out onto his lap when he needed a good cryâor just a moment of peace from his much too loud siblings. Sadly, it wasnât long before his Red was too big, and his father too small to provide such a refuge. The last time Raphael needed consoling; after the Krang, Splinter had been forced to climb up onto his own sonâs knees in order to reach and wipe away his tears.
In the few rare instances of Purple seeking out physical touch, this was all he would allow. Legs stretched over his fatherâs lap, but his upper body was always off limits. Pulled just far enough away from the threat of any sort of long term contact.
Splinter used to wonder if Purple was scared to ask for anything more, like Leonardo, or if he thought depriving himself of a comforting hug would make him seem stronger, like Raphael, or even the rare times when Michelangelo wished to appear more mature and refused to be comforted. Eventually, Splinter caught on to the truth. His son was asking for comfort, in his own unique way. He was content with the minimal amount of closeness, as long as he felt like he was able to dictate the terms.
But one thing Purple would always allow his father to do, was loop his fingers around his ankles. Trusting the grip would hold his legs in place and keep him stable. He once said the pressure was small enough that it wasnât overwhelming, but strong enough that it could ground him when everything became too much.
Even now, the act of reaching out to pull his sonâs long legs up had been so instinctive. When Splinter looks over and sees the uncertainty still on Purpleâs face, he knows heâs pushed too far too quickly.
Itâs a risky move, but heâs already pushed, and itâs something that never fails, not once since heâs discovered it.
Purple has always been the most ticklish of all his brothers. Another thing that never really helped his sensory issues. But Splinter long ago discovered that there was a particular spot, which could always earn him a giggle and a brighter smile.
Splinter grips the meat of Donatelloâs right knee and jiggles it back and forth. The silly action seems to do the trick and knocks something loose in his sonâs overwrought head. His gamble pays off spectacularly, and Splinter is overjoyed to see a small smile erase most of the uncertainty clouding Donatelloâs face. It isnât a full peal of laughter, but the wariness makes way for something softer, and the huff of air from his nose is just as rewarding as a full body laugh.
His boy rests his shoulder and head onto the cushioned back of the chair and Splinter presses the button that will lift up the leg rest, and recline them both into a more restful position.
After a few moments of quiet, Donatello slowly pulls his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. Even without looking directly at him, Splinter can feel his son watching and waiting for the reprimand he thinks will come. Instead, Splinter raises the volume of his show just loud enough for him to hear, but not enough to completely shatter their peace. He wants to make Purple feel more at ease; like heâs not being constantly surveilledânot providing more overstimulation.
They sit like that for some time. Splinter rubs a thumb back and forth across the meatier part of Donatello's calves. Heâs learned that repetitive touch is the best kind of grounding technique for Purple. The patterned motion always worked to calm his nerves.
Even still, after only so long Splinter catches Purple lowering his phone.
He keeps his own gaze forward, locked on his commercials. Splinter can see, without looking, that his son is studying him, trying to take apart something in his mind that he doesnât understand. Splinter allows him all the time he needs to gather his thoughts.
Finally Purple speaks, âDadâŠ?â Itâs so quiet, if Splinter hadn't been waiting for it, he mightâve missed it.
He pauses the repetitive kneading for just a moment, squeezing his hold, and humming in order to prompt his son to continue his thought.
âCan I tell you something?â The inquiry is whispered to him so delicately. It takes everything in him to keep his face open and soft and his movements steady. Itâs clear that Donatello is trying his best to remain aloof, but his gaze is locked on his hands that are settled in his lap, the fingers of one pulling on the digits from his other.
At some point he mustâve put his phone completely away. Splinter feels the pressure of having Donatello's complete focus aimed at him.
The tugging intensifies. Splinter wonders if he should reach out, but heâs not sure how well that would be received. It doesnât look painful just yet.
âI don't know what Kendra is accomplishing by showing me this.â Donatello growls, suddenly digging his palms into his eyes like he can still feel the weight of the screen blocking his vision. âTrying to make me happy, only to rip it all away from me? Or attempting to make me feel, even more like a useless burden than I was?â
Itâs the first crack in his armor that Purple has shown in days. A clear sign that he was not as unaffected by Kendraâs lies as heâd been trying to project. Donatello sighs, but as it dies out Splinter thinks it sounds closer to a sob.
âYou canât tell the othersâŠâ Donatello looks at him with wet, desperate eyes, and itâs unclear if his son still doubts who heâs speaking to, but Splinter works to ease his fears all the same.
âI swear, whatever you tell me will remain between us, alone.â
Donatello nods faintly, eyes trailing downwards once more. Splinter may have had trouble before, but now the many emotions jumping across his sonâs faceâfear, shame, frustration, all are easy to catch.
With a shaking breath he whispers his secret. âI lied.â Heâs crying now, real tears that he doesnât even bother to wipe away. The pulling at his skin grows more violent, and Splinter finally interferes to carefully pry Donatelloâs hands apart before damage is done. In place he cradles his sonâs hands like delicate porcelain and runs a thumb over Donatelloâs palm.
âI told everyone that I could tell. That I wasnât being fooled, but thatâs not exactly true. The last few loops haveâŠitâs been getting harder, and harder to remember thingsâ how they really happened. Too much isâŠplausible.â
Splinter keeps silent. This confession has clearly been weighing on Donatello. He deserves to get it all out, and hopefully feel lighter for it. Even if Purple suspects the family, something is letting Donatello open up enough for him to share his fears.
âThere was one loopâŠMikey brokeâŠhe broke the remoteâŠWhen I said I didnât have time to fix it. He threw the pieces at my head. He would never do that, thoughâŠright?â
âNo, of course not,â Splinter answers immediately, quick to banish the doubt from his sonâs mind. Donatello only blinks at him, like his thoughts are moving too slow, and cannot comprehend such a simple, stark contradiction to what he experienced.
âIt felt so realâŠit all feels so real. ButâŠI could feel how one of the sharp, broken corners had cut through my mask and how the wet fabric stuck to my skin with blood.â
Donatello raises a hand and touches the spot where the phantom wound mustâve sat. The pain now gone, but the memory of it haunts his eyes and rattles the tremors building in his hands.
âI thoughtâŠI thought I was handling thisâmaybe not wellâŠBut Iâd hoped I would be strong enough to last until you all came for meâŠAnd now Raph is saying itâs already over.â
Itâs a simplified form of the truth which they had tried to get Purple to believe, but even that much clearly doesnât sit well with him. âIf it is over, why does my body feel like one massive bruise? How did you all find me? How long did I last? Was I in there long enough toâŠ?â
Heâs clearly scared to ask Splinter any more questions, so he trails off, curling in on himself and pulling his hands up to his chest, pressing there, as if checking to make sure he feels something still beating.
Splinter decides heâs waited long enough and slowly pulls Donatello out of his hunched ball and guides his head to his own chest, making sure his ear is aligned against his own pulsing heartbeat.
Donatello resists slightly at first, but the moment heâs close enough to catch the sound, his breath catches and he glues himself to the spot.
âI donât want to be there anymore,â Purple murmurs. It sounds like sleep is catching up with his son, the exhaustion pulling him down and slurring his words.
Splinter cups the back of Donatelloâs head and carefully tug his fur lined blanket down from where itâs been sitting on the back of his chair. The blanket slots over the both of them and Donatello curls even closer to his father, tucking himself into his warmth.
âGo to sleep, when you wake up, you will be right here.â Heâs sure to say it softly but with as much reassurance as possible, and Donatello seems too tired at this point to hold onto his doubts.
âOkayâŠ,â Donatello mutters. Then, practically hanging on to the waking world for one final query hesitantly asks, ââŠDad?âŠDo you love me?â
Splinter doesnât even think. âOf course, my son.â
Donatelloâs breathing finally evens out, and Splinter feels a few tears finally escape.
Heâs not sure what next steps they should take, or what kind of state his son will be in when he wakes, but Splinter can only hope this is progress. He prays it wonât be undoneâŠbut regardless, Donatello is home. Any steps back or forward will be taken together, and that is the most important part.
#kendratello au#rise of the tmnt#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles#rise donnie#rise splinter#rise leo#tw brainwashing#slushie writes
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giving him a reason
logan howlett x human!reader
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summary: you've been on the run from the yakuza and are taking refuge in an old, forgotten family home. logan's been protecting you this whole while because that's just who logan is.
content: i've lifted the setting straight from the wolverine (2013). reader is taking mariko's place--reader is mariko, mariko is reader (no names are taken tho). lovemaking ensues. this fic is super tender and gentle because bitches need to remember how tender and gentle logan really is (i'm bitches). this is porn with no plot lolol. f!reader.
warnings: extremely 18+ content. MDNI. i'll kill u if you do. tender love making, logan goes down on reader like a champ, piv, reader is a virgin but logan's vvvvvvvvv gentle and caring, there's hardly any talking but there is proper consent taking, logan just wants to take care of reader, all is good in the world (at least for now), and logan's lost his healing powers so several mentions of him having bullet wounds.
word count: 3k (oops? might've gotten a teeny tiny bit carried away)
a/n: back at it again, but publishing my first nsfw fic, praying y'all don't hate me. if you don't like this, istg the nsfw version of claw worship is NEVER seeing light of day.
you hear him groan behind the door and the sound makes your heart catch.
you and logan have been on your feet all day, save for the train ride to the small village in nagasaki you've finally reached. running from the yakuza had decidedly not been your plan for the day after your grandfather's funeral but what choice did you have in coming here really?
not to mention... logan saved your life yesterday. several times. he was shot seven times per what the doctor told you.
and he is not healing. your grandfather told you that kuzuri had exceptional healing powers. he'd told you this several times. but logan is not healing at all and it makes you tic. he'd told you that this was the doing of your grandfather's doctor. you cannot imagine the agony he must be in.
you've never done well with seeing or hearing people in pain. yukio always suspected you had some type of emotionally perceptive powers but you don't think so. you just have an inherent need to help and that's that.
carefully, hopefully noiselessly, you slide the door to the bedroom open and though he has his back to the door, his neck is already craning towards you. apparently whatever that doctor lady did to take his healing powers did not dull his hearing.
he's standing shirtless, feet shoulder width apart to keep his balance, skin glistening from a sheen of sweat.
"may i see?" you ask and he takes a long, deep breath.
you stand in silence, at first waiting for him to decide and then watching him turn around, bloodied black shirt in hand and an uneasy vulnerability in his eyes.
his stitches look mostly in place apart from the ones on the wound on his abdomen that have started to bleed. you pad over and reach a steady hand out to touch gingerly around the wound.
logan's jaw tightens but he lets you examine him, his breath warm on your face.
he's burning hot and it would be startling but he'd explained yesterday that it's normal for him. his fever had started when he was 9 and it never broke. so you ignore the unnatural temperature of his skin and step away to find him a cloth and some hot water to clean himself with.
when you return, however, he has clearly already showered and is trying to tie a dark kimono on. you have no idea where he found it and his efforts on keeping it in place force you to bite back a smile.
"let me." you offer, putting the contents of your hand aside to help him.
he immediately pulls his hands away in defeat and you find yourself barely an inch away from him yet again. his breath on you makes your toes curl this time. there's something different about his stance, something... more inviting.
"you need this tied like a proper samurai," you explain as you work on the obi.
there's a moment of silence, the pitter pattering of the rain comforting in the silence. he's thinking, you realise.
"your grandfather called me a ronin." his voice is low. tentative. "a samurai without a master. he said i was destined to live forever... with no reason to live."
that's probably the most you've heard him speak.
you swallow thickly. "was he right?"
"yes," he says, voice laced with such melancholy, it makes you ache.
he has taken seven bullets for you knowing he isn't healing. dodged perhaps a hundred more whilst protecting you.
you remember how he'd stood directly in an open doorway in front of a gun-wielding yakuza man to distract him so that you could run. you'll never forget the sound of those bullets hitting his metal skeleton. like nails on a chalkboard.
he'd put his life on the line for you over and over and over again.
aren't you reason enough then? haven't you become reason enough? after everything you've both been through? together?
you muster up all the courage you can and stuff it into one word. "still?"
your eyes dart up to his for a flash before coming back down to finish up. you pull your hands away but... but after the two dreadfully long days that you both have spent together... after seeing him fight to so furiously to keep you safe the way he did... after everything, you simply cannot bear the thought of stepping back.
neither can he apparently because one of his large, warm paws comes up and cups your cheek, ever so slowly pulling you into a kiss.
something about you has been haunting him since he first looked into your eyes three days ago at your family home in the suburbs of tokyo. especially after you, like a goddamned fool, tried to jump off the roof. he cannot pretend to understand why he's been so taken with you but he knows if he hadn't stopped you from jumping that day, another part of him would've died.
he supposes it's something about the saddest eyes on some of the most beautiful women ever that draw him to them. first kayla, then jean, and now... you. and that's only in the last half-century.
so he kisses you, warm and gentle and desperate to comfort. he kisses you like that until you mewl into his mouth, soft and needy. and then his own need shifts.
still careful to be gentle, his hands slip into your hair to hold the back of your neck to angle you better for himself. he's a tall man and leaning too far down is causing him pain he isn't very used to.
you feel so small in his hold, his hand wrapped around the entirety of the back of your neck, fingers resting under your ears, soothing your tingling skin.
pulling away a little, you run a thumb across his cheek. a small, very small smile spreads across his lips.
"hey." he says, voice low and soft, making you blush.
this should feel wrong. he's the kuzuri your grandfather told you bedtime stories about. the kuzuri whose bravery and determination gave you the strength to also face your nightmares as a little girl. you shouldn't be doing this.
but maybe that's why it feels right. you feel safe around him. truly and wholly safe; something not harada or even your own father has ever made you feel. you've known this kuzuri your whole life and you know he'll protect you.
you don't even bother thinking about how you're engaged to noburo. no, you've heard enough whispers about him sleeping with other women after your engagement to him. it doesn't faze you in the slightest.
so you kiss him again, wrapping your arms around him and pressing your lips to his smile. you feel one of his hands run down your back, coming to a stop right atop the bow of your obi, sending a shiver of thrill down your spine.
you've never felt this excitement before. you and harada had never gotten this far and noburo... well, something about his predator like advances made you want to throw up, so you never even let him this close.
but here you are, in the arms of kuzuri, a literal predator, and you feel... warm. nice.
he looks at you, brows dipping in an ask for consent. when you nod, sucking your lip between your teeth, he yanks the obi open and gently slips your kimono off one shoulder.
your soft, smooth skin makes him bite back a primal growl. he'd hate to scare you off, but standing here in front of him in the glow of the moonlight, you look so edible.
leaning in, making your tummy do a backflip, he presses a hot, open mouthed kiss to your shoulder. it makes you squeak and hold onto him tighter lest your knees betray you.
"logan!" you whisper with a gasp, feeling his teeth sink in and your feet leave the ground as he scoops you into his arms and takes you to the mattress in the middle of the room.
carefully, he kneels onto the floor and sets you down, his movement so light and tender it makes your heart ache.
pressing another kiss to your throat and then your mouth, he moves to place himself onto the mattress, between your legs.
you look at him with such big doe eyes, he cannot help but bring your hands together and press a soft kiss in the middle of your palms.
he then moves to undo your kimono like a wrapped present and take you in fully.
you're beautiful. the moonlight makes you shine, so perfectly womanly and delicate in his gaze.
reverently, he bends forward, right hand wrapping around your left thigh and pulling your legs apart so he can finally claim you with his mouth. his wounds ache for relief, the position actual torture but he barely even notices, so taken he is by your presence.
you push a lithe hand into his hair when you first feel his tongue, tugging as your hips arch up and you cry out his name.
"logan, godâ"
he smiles into your mound, not having expected such a reaction this quick, but it only makes sense. you've both been so wound up after everything, you obviously need this.
"i know, princess," he coos as he licks a stripe across your leaking pussy all the way up to your clit.
he brings his lips around the little bundle of nerves and sucks experimentally and he's forced to hold your hips down when you moan out loud again. he was not expecting you to be loud in bed but he sees absolutely no reason to complain.
his tongue works on you expertly, undoing you with every lick and stroke and bite and suck. his fingers squeeze into your sides painfully hard, so badly wanting to mark you as his. he runs his hands down to your thighs and gently pulls them around his neck, sitting up to relieve the pain in his wounds, pulling you up with him.
"loâ"
"i've got you, you're okay," he reassures immediately, making your tummy flip again. he's so so so gentle and it kills you to have seen him as nothing but a brute until you reached the village.
his mouth continues to perform its delicious hot magic on your nerves as your eyes roll back in your head and you unconsciously reach up for one of your bared breasts. he freezes when he notices your movement, distracted like a cat having heard a mouse scampering across a field.
your eyes fly open to finding him watching your movements with a dark and hungry lust.
"don't stop," he urges and though his voice is strained, it isn't unkind. if anything, it almost sounds pleading.
how can you possibly deny him that? especially when he says it in that voice, looking at you with that expression.
so you continue, cupping a handful of your breast and squeezing gently, making yourself moan. he groans into your heat and buries his mouth back against your pussy, eyes never leaving your hands.
he continues his good work, watching you like a hawk as you knead your breasts, biting your lip. carefully, you circle your finger around one nipple as he sucks on your clit again.
you lose yourself to it, the rhythm of playing with yourself, the beautiful way it harmonises with his mouth, it's all so delicious. just like that, you feel yourself winding up, up, up...
"c'mon, princess," he encourages, "let go for me."
and you fall. fast and slow, all at once, right over the edge. you fall and fall and fall, and he continues to do the wicked thing with his tongue around your clit, lapping at your pussy and you give your everything to him.
he works you through it, moaning your name softly, his hands bruising your thighs until you slump in his hold. gently pulling your legs off his shoulders, he sets you down and crawls over you.
his hands come to rest on either side of your head and the warmth is so inviting, the scent of tobacco and his earthy musk filling your senses.
"can you give me another, angel?" he asks, kissing you right on the mouth so that you can taste yourself on his tongue; heaven, the mix of his need and your release tastes like heaven.
you shake your head no, too overstimulated but he's already working his way down to your breasts, leaving wet, hot kisses in his wake. and when he gets to one nipple and sucks it into his mouth with a soft groan, it sparks the fire right back up in your core.
"watching you play with yourself..." he murmurs, trailing off as he licks a flat stripe up the valley of your breasts before looking up at you.
the look in his eyes and his unrelenting mouth make you whine. "logan... need you."
that makes him smirk. how quickly he's worked you out.
"yeah? don't worry, babygirl," and he's spreading your legs apart again, "i'll take care of you."
he pulls the kimono off himself so quickly, you suspect it might have something to do with the claws that retract into his hand. you didn't even realise when he took them out.
he's... glorious. every muscle in his body is taut and stretched across his body like a work of art. his tan skin is dusted with hair so fine it makes your mouth water.
your eyes cross his pecs, his wounds, his bruises, lower and lower until... fuck. he's... big. big and so red, surely it must be painful.
he brings a hand up to your face and you think he's going to cover your mouth but he simply says, "lick."
you oblige shyly, savouring the salt of his skin. he pulls it away, spitting and then wrapping his surprisingly long and thick fingers around his cock. he runs it up and down the length, watching you with such intensity, it makes you blush as he positions himself in front of your opening and you bite your lip, looking up as he crowds you again.
you feel him push into you and within seconds, he's already stretching you open so wide it makes you grab the pillow behind your head in desperation.
he stills, gauging you. he knows this feeling. he's felt it in other women before; the squeezing of walls so tight there could only be one explanation. you're a virgin. shit, he needs to be careful.
rubbing your thighs with both hands, he gently and carefully pushes in just a little bit more.
"never done this before?" he asks, leaning down to press the softest kiss to your lips.
of course he's right. you have no idea how he knows but it makes you redden that he's caught onto your inexperience. are you making it that obvious? oh god, are you not making this good for him?!
immediately noticing your agitation, he pulls all the way out and kisses you again.
"easy... easy," he says, stroking your hair away from your face. "just gotta relax."
his voice is so even, so warm and soothing, that you cannot help but nod.
"good girl," he smiles encouragingly, once again positioning himself at your entrance.
he pushes in again and this time it's easier. you aren't quite so wound up and he slides in smoother because he's already made you adequately wet. still, he goes slowly, making sure it is good for you.
until you realise he's going too slow.
"loâ" you gasp, voice more a squeak than you'd like. "moreâ need more, please..."
around anyone else you'd feel pathetic. begging for something so filthy, so raw. but with logan, it's so comfortable. knowing he'll give you anything you ask for, even if you've known each other only half a week.
so he pushes himself completely into you, and he's so fucking big, so fucking much inside you as he whispers words of encouragement into your ears, kissing and biting at your neck. the ache of the stretching almost immediately gives way to a sharp pleasure that shoots through you straight from his tip and into every last nerve in your body.
it makes you wrap both hands around him, needing so desperately to be as close to him as possible.
you initiate the kiss this time as he starts moving in you. you slip your tongue into his mouth, sliding it against his, making him groan. the sound is so delicious, you roll your hips to cause it again. his hands grasp your waist, steading you, moaning your name around your tongue.
one of his hands comes up to grab the back of your neck again, taking charge of the kiss as he starts thrusting into you with more vigour.
you cannot imagine a better feeling than being right here. being held by him, being kissed by him, and being filled by him.
tentatively, you squeeze around him, realising you're reaching another orgasm quickly. he growls into your mouth at that, picking up further speed. it makes your hips buck and you're skin feel like it's on fire.
"logan, i'm... i'm..."
"me too, angel," he grunts.
and with one final thrust he presses all the way intp you, making you cry out as you come undone again. he snarls your name, a man possessed, the squeezing and fluttering of your walls pushing him over his own edge.
he fills you up, forehead coming down to rest against yours. he pants softly, never having felt tired like this before. but he realises... he doesnt mind it so much, not when he's tired because he got to make love to you.
you kiss him sweetly, breaking him out of his thoughts and he smiles at you.
"so beautiful," he murmurs, pulling out of you and lying down next to you.
he tugs you onto his chest and presses a kiss into your hair.
"logan?" you say, so spent your eyes are already drooping.
"hmm?"
"still?" you say and he realises you're repeating his question from earlier.
he hugs you tightly at that, wrapping his arms around you, warm and possessive.
"no. i don't think so."
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wrote this at 6 in the morning before work so if there's errors, it's not my fault :))))
ik everyone hates the 2013 movie but i rewatched it recently and i remembered every last line. fuck me it's soooooo good.
really hope u like it tho.
love, d <3
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retroactively tagging @techwrecker for being a cutie in the comments in all my other fics đââïž
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She's not here, but she'll be - Lewis Hamilton (NSFW)
Series: She's here and she's ours / She's here and she's not only ours / She's here and she's just like you / She's not here, but she'll be / She's here and she won't be the only one / She's here and he won't let her give up / She's here and so is he / She's here and so are we - (they can all be read as one-shots)
requests: "hello can i request one with lewis where he has been having a baby fever ... fluff and smut of course. and can we have a very slow and sexy one because he wants to take his time with her đđ»đđ»đđ»" - anon 2 ;
"hi, can I request a prequel to She's here and she's ours ... maybe it was hard to conceive and things weren't always all flowers" - anon 1
pairing: Lewis Hamilton x Reader!
warnings: mentions of troubles with infertility, unprotected sexual activities (all sorts)
Also, wrap it before you tap it guys
wordcount: +2K
a/n: Combined requests again because anon 2 asked for something that gave me the idea for the prequeal (sorry for how long it took anon 1, but hope the wait was worth it)
a/n.2: The tone of this whole series is mixing angst and fluff, this time I added a bit of smut too, hope you guys like it
As always, I'm open for feedback, come say hi!
EXPLICIT CONTENT UNDER, -18 DO NOT INTERACT
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The discarded ovulation test lay on the bathroom counter, a white plastic screaming what her ovulation app had already warned to. Y/n stared at it, not really sure she even wanted to know about it that month.
The more you want something, the harder it is. That's what they said anyway, and apparently it wasn't any different when it came to âtryingâ to get pregnant, a euphemism that felt increasingly hollow with each passing cycle.
Doctors assured her a year was still considered normal, but the constant hum of wanting, the way it colored every conversation, every shared glance, was starting to wear on them both.
Six months. Six months of basal body temperatures, ovulation predictors, and Lewisâ frustrated attempts at scheduling "baby time" around his chaotic schedule.
âAgain?â as Lewis emerged from the shower, a towel wrapped around his waist, he saw her face, then the test on her hands and his smile faltered.
He sighed, walking over to wrap his arms around Y/n. She leaned into him, but the spark of hope she usually felt was absent.
"It's been too long, Lew" she finally said, her voice barely above a whisper. " The schedules, apps, and ovulation calendars. It's driving me insane."
âMaybe we just need to try harderâ he suggested, trying to be optimistic. But the forced cheer didn't fool her.
âHarder?â Y/n pulled back slightly, the edge in her voice surprising even herself. âLewis, it's like we're robots. Everything's always timed, chartedâŠâ
Lewis turned to face her. "You think I enjoy this? Every time we fail, it's like there's this... pressure. Like if it doesn't work, it's my fault."
Y/N looked up, her eyes meeting his. "It's not about fault. It's about us. It feels like weâre losing sight of why we wanted this in the first place."
"It's not supposed to feel calculated, is it?" he said, a hint of defensiveness creeping into his tone. "We both want this, right?"
"Of course, we do," Y/n insisted, her voice a touch too sharp. "But it's like we're robots following a program instead of⊠you know, a couple."
He took a step back, his face contorting with hurt. "That's not fair, Y/N. Weâre trying our best here. Circumstances might not be the most ideal but itâs what we got"
Tears welled up in her eyes, her frustration boiling over. Lewis's shoulders slumped as he saw the evident fear in her eyes, his anger giving way to hopelessness. "I just... I don't know what else to do."
"Maybe," Y/N's voice held such certainty that surprised even herself, "maybe we should take a break.
Lewis raised an eyebrow, a flicker of surprise starting to take hold in his eyes. "A break? From trying?"
"Yeah," she took a deep breath before continuing, a growing conviction in her tone. "From the apps, schedules, calendar, the whole... stress. We just focus on us, and why we want this."
He was silent for a moment, considering her words. "What if it takes even longer?"
"Then... we'll deal with that when we get there," she said, her hand gently touching his cheek. "I want this pregnancy, but not like this. Not at the cost of us."
Lewis closed his eyes for a moment, the weight of their struggles hanging heavy in the air. He shook his head with an understanding nod "We've been so caught up in this that we've forgotten about us." he whispered, his voice breaking slightly.
"I love you; you know ?!" she whispered, the words catching him by surprise in their suddenness. She hadn't said them in days, maybe weeks, the unspoken worry choking the words back.
Lewis tilted his head, his gaze searching hers. "I love you, always." His voice was laced with tenderness. He brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his fingers lingering on her cheek. "We'll get there " he whispered. "We'll have our family. I believe that with all my heart."
The positive pregnancy test felt surreal. Lewis and Y/n sat on the bed, the silence in the room only broken by the soft hum of the air conditioner. The digital test lay between them, its stark message still blinking: "Pregnant 5-6 weeks."
Y/n turned to Lewis, her eyes wide with a mix of shock and disbelief. "This canât be real," she whispered, her voice barely audible. "Iâve been on the pill... we werenât even trying."
Lewis stared at the test, then at her, his mind struggling to process the information. "We haven't thought about having kids for over a year." he stated, his voice filled with bewilderment
Tears filled Y/nâs eyes, but this time a mix of confusion and hope. "I didnât even think about missing my period." she confessed. "I thought it was just the stress of the season, the move, the change in routinesâŠ"
Lewis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "This is real," he said, his voice trembling with emotion. "Weâre really going to be parents."
They sat there for a while, holding each other, the reality of their news slowly sinking in. The past months of not even considering pregnancy, of relying on birth control, seemed to amplify the miracle of this moment. The weight of their previous struggles felt lighter, replaced by the shock and anticipation of the new life they had miraculously created.
"Five to six weeks," Y/n murmured, looking at the test again. "How could this happen?"
Lewis frowned, trying to remember. "What were we doing around then?" he asked, his brow furrowing in thought.
Y/n bit her lip, feeling a pang of guilt. "I donât know... maybe I missed a pill or something. But I really thought I was careful."
Lewis looked at her thoughtfully, his fingers tracing soothing circles on her hands âThatâs not on you love, we decided on no condoms, remember?! We knew it could happenâ.
Then, out of the blue with a hint of a smile playing on his lips. "Wait a minute," he said, his eyes lighting up with realization. "Silverstone."
Y/nâs eyes widened as she remembered and stated "Silverstone!â Lewis nodded, a grin spreading across his face. Y/n's cheeks flushed as she recalled the night. She looked at Lewis, a smile spreading across her face despite the lingering shock.
Lewis looked at her, his grin widening. "It makes sense, doesn't it?"
Y/n laughed softly, shaking her head in disbelief. "I guess we were celebrating more than just you that night."
"We were celebrating us" Lewis said, his voice filled with warmth and love. "And now, we have even more to celebrate."
He leaned in, kissing her tenderly, resting their foreheads against each other when they pulled back.
"We're going to be parents," she whispered, the reality finally settling in.
"We're going to be parents," Lewis echoed, his heart swelling with joy and excitement. "I love you, Y/n. And I love our little one so much already."
The Silverstone circuit buzzed with the electric energy of a crowd celebrating a heroâs homecoming. Lewis, now a Ferrari driver, had held his own, going from p3 at the starting line to the tallest step of the podium, beaming as the Union Jack waved above him.
After the race, the celebration shifted to a more intimate setting. Lewisâs family, Y/n, and a tight-knit group of friends gathered at a house in the countryside nearby. The energy of the race lingered, laughter and music filling the air. It was a night of toasts.
As the party slowly wound down, the house fell silent. Guests retired to their rooms, and the sun began to hint at its arrival on the horizon, leaving Lewis and Y/n by themselves in the garden, the weight of the day finally sinking in.
âCan you believe it?â Lewis whispered, his voice hoarse from cheering. He was sprawled on the couch, Y/n nestled against him.
âYou were amazing,â she murmured, her fingers tracing the lines of his jaw. âIâm so proud of you.â
He kissed her forehead gently, his eyes closing as he felt the exhaustion wash over him. âLetâs get some sleep. Weâll celebrate properly tomorrow.â
Y/n nodded, her eyelids heavy and he led them to their bedroom.
Morning sunlight filtered through the curtains, casting a warm glow over the unknown room. Y/n stirred, her body snug against Lewisâs as he spooned her, one arms securely holding her close and the other serving as her pillow.
As she shifted, she felt a familiar pressure against her back. She turned slightly, her eyes opening to find Lewis still asleep, his breathing was steady, but she could feel his arousal pressing into her. A soft moan escaped his lips as he dreamt, his hips subtly moving against her.
Y/n smiled to herself, a gentle warmth spreading through her at the feeling of him. She shifted again, trying not to wake him, but his eyes fluttered open. âMorning,â he mumbled, his voice thick with sleep.
âMorning, champ,â she replied softly, turning her head to look at him.
He grinned, his eyes twinkling despite the lingering fatigue. âI must have been having a really good dream,â he joked, his hand sliding down to rest on her hip.
Y/n chuckled, pressing back against him. âI noticedâ she teased rubbing her ass with a bit more vigor against him.
She could feel his arousal growing more insistent as his breaths came out in hisses. She bit her lip, considering their options. âDo you think anyoneâs awake?â she whispered, glancing towards the door.
âProbably,â Lewis replied, his hand slipping under the hem of her shirt to caress her skin. âBut we can be quiet.â
A shiver ran through her at his touch, and she nodded. âI doubt youâll let meâ her voice dropping to a whisper. He smiled mischievously, his fingers trailing up her side. âIâll try,â he promised.
Slowly, he rolled her onto her side, spooning her again from behind. He nuzzled into her neck, his hand sliding down to the waistband of her shorts. She held her breath as his fingers slipped inside, brushing against her most sensitive spot.
She gasped softly, biting her lip to stifle the sound. âLewâ she breathed, her hips instinctively pressing back against him.
âShh,â he whispered, his lips grazing her ear. His fingers moved with deliberate slowness, teasing and exploring until she was panting with need. Her hands gripped the sheets, trying to stay quiet as he worked her up.
When he finally slid a finger inside her, she had to bite down on the pillow to keep from crying out. He added another finger, stretching her gently, his movements unhurried and tender. She could feel his breath hot against her neck, his own restraint evident in the way he held her.
âYouâre so wet,â he murmured, his voice thick with desire. âAre you ready for me?â
âYeahâ she whispered, barely able to speak. âPlease.â
He positioned himself at her entrance, his hands gripping her hips as he slowly pushed inside. She moaned softly, the feeling of him filling her almost overwhelming. He paused once he was fully seated, giving her time to adjust, the pause also helping him control his breathing.
When she took a deep breath, relaxing into the sensation of him with a âYou can move.â he started with slow, gentle thrusts, his arms wrapped tightly around her. The rhythm was languid, each movement measured and precise. Y/nâs breaths came in short, quiet gasps, her body trembling with each stroke.
The room was filled with the sound of their breathing, the occasional creak of the bed as they moved together. Every so often, she had to remind him to stay quiet, her whispers blending with his low grunts.
When he hit a particularly sensitive spot, she bit back a cry, his hand reaching to cover her mouth. She licked her fingers, his thrusts becoming more insistent with the scene.
âI canât⊠Iâm so close,â she panted, her voice muffled against his hand, her body arching against him.
âJust a little longer, love, Iâm almost there.â He quickened his pace, each movement somehow reaching deeper.
Lewisâs body tensed, his toes curling as he felt her walls starting to flutter, and with a final, deep thrust, he came shortly after her, their bodies shaking with the intensity of it. She buried her face in the pillow, stifling her cries as Lewis held her tightly and lowly grunted into her neck.
For a moment, they lay there, catching their breath, the room filled with the soft glow of morning light. Finally, Lewis pressed a gentle kiss to her shoulder, just below where he had left his mark, his arms still wrapped around her.
âBest celebration ever,â he whispered, a satisfied smile on his face. Y/n laughed softly, turning her head to kiss him. âNext time though, weâll wait until I can have my way with you, no muffed moansâ
She chuckled, nuzzling into his neck. âDeal.â
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Pole position and broken wrist
Pairing: Max Verstappen x GF!reader
Warnings: broken wrist, medical center, medications etcâŠ
Summary: Where Y/n broke her wrist on qualifying day.
It was one of those days when everything seemed to be in the right place. I woke up with Y/n by my side, her hair spread out on the pillow and a serene smile on her face. The sun was shining outside, and I felt a positive energy in the air. Today was qualifying day, and confidence was high. The car was fast, and the team's work had been impeccable throughout the weekend.
Y/n and I had a special ritual on race Saturdays. After breakfast in the motorhome, we would go to the paddock together. She was known for her vibrant personality and, of course, for her ability to get into unusual situations. I still remember when she spilled a tray of drinks on the team boss during her first visit to the paddock. But those moments, no matter how chaotic, only made me love her more.
We arrived at the paddock, and Y/n quickly started interacting with the mechanics and engineers, drawing smiles and laughter. It was impossible not to be infected by her light and carefree spirit. While she mingled, I focused on the qualifying session ahead. I knew she would be there supporting me, as always.
The qualifying session started, and the car was perfect. I managed to top the timesheet right in Q1, and that pace continued until the end. When I crossed the finish line in Q3, with pole position secured, my heart raced with excitement. I knew Y/n would be waiting for me in the garage, ready to congratulate me with that smile that made all the problems in the world seem insignificant.
But when I returned to the garage, something was off. I didn't see Y/n anywhere. Usually, she would be jumping with joy, ready to give me a celebratory kiss. Instead, I was greeted by worried looks from the team members. Before I could ask what was going on, one of the mechanics, Dave, approached me, a concerned expression on his face.
"Max, thereâs been an accident... with Y/n," he said, his voice low, almost a whisper.
My heart froze. "What happened?" I asked, trying to stay calm.
"She was walking through the paddock, and you know how she is... Always bumping into things. Apparently, she tripped and fell. She tried to grab onto a metal structure but ended up slipping and falling hard. She broke her wrist."
For a moment, I couldn't breathe. The image of Y/n, hurt, flooded my mind, and a sense of panic started to grow inside me. "Where is she now?" I asked, already moving towards the garage exit.
"They took her to the medical center here at the circuit. She was in a lot of pain, but they said she's going to be okay. They just need to immobilize her wrist and maybe take her for more detailed exams."
Without wasting any more time, I ran towards the medical center. Everything around me seemed like a blur. The people, the sounds, even the noise of the engines... It all disappeared. The only thing that mattered was getting to Y/n.
When I entered the clinic, I found her sitting on a bed, with an expression of pain mixed with frustration. Her arm was already in a temporary splint, and the doctor was beside her, explaining what they would need to do next.
"Max!" Y/n exclaimed when she saw me, her eyes shining with a mix of surprise and relief.
"Y/n, what happened?" I asked, approaching her, feeling a wave of relief seeing her conscious and talking, even though she was visibly uncomfortable.
She gave an embarrassed smile, something she always did when she was in trouble. "Iâm a complete klutz, Max... I tripped over one of those damn toolboxes and, trying to balance myself, ended up falling. And, well... you know the rest."
I sighed, running a hand through my hair and sitting next to her.
"Is it hurting a lot?"
"Yes, it hurts like hell."
"Do you have any idea how much you scared me?" I asked, taking her free hand and intertwining our fingers.
"I'm so sorry... It wasnât my intention to ruin your pole day," she replied, with a pained little laugh.
"The only thing that matters to me right now is that you're okay," I said, kissing her forehead gently. "And, look, weâre still going to celebrate this pole. Weâll just do it at your pace, okay?"
She smiled again, this time more confidently, and nodded. "Sounds like a good plan."
The doctors entered and started discussing the next steps, mentioning the need to take her to a hospital outside the circuit for a more detailed X-ray and possibly to cast her wrist. The idea of her having to spend the rest of the race weekend with a cast worried me, but the relief of knowing it was "just" a broken wrist calmed me down.
After a few hours, we left the hospital with her wrist properly casted. I insisted we return to the motorhome and spend the rest of the day there, away from any potential dangers in the paddock. She hesitated a bit but eventually agreed.
We settled on the sofa in the motorhome, with Y/n lying next to me, her arm carefully propped up on a pillow. The TV was on, showing a replay of the qualifying session, but I hardly paid attention. My focus was on her, making sure she was comfortable and cared for.
"Max, you donât have to stay here with me the whole time," she said softly, looking at me with a shy smile. "You should enjoy the rest of the day with the team, celebrate the pole."
"I'm exactly where I need to be," I replied, running my fingers through her hair. "Besides, whoâs going to take care of you if I'm not around? What if you trip over the carpet now?"
She laughed, though she winced in pain right after. "I really am fucking clumsy, huh?"
"You are, but youâre my clumsy, and I love you for it," I murmured, leaning in to kiss her.
...
The next day, I woke up to the soft sound of Y/n's breathing beside me. Her arm, now casted and propped up on pillows, was a constant reminder of how clumsy she could be. But seeing her there, sleeping peacefully, I knew that even with a broken wrist, she would still make her day and mine unforgettable.
When Y/n finally woke up, the lazy smile she gave me warmed me inside.
"Good morning, champ." she murmured, trying to stretch without moving her arm too much.
"Good morning, clumsy." I replied, giving her a kiss on the forehead. "Ready for another day of adventures?"
"More than ready," she said, with a sparkle in her eyes.
"Is it hurting a lot?"
"Itâs starting to hurt more now, I think the painkillers are wearing off."
"Well, you stay there while I get dressed and grab your meds." I said, getting up.
"I can get them." She tried to get up but I stopped her.
"No, no. You stay there, safe and sound, Iâll get the meds." She agreed and lay down.
After I went to the bathroom and got dressed, I got her meds and handed them to her. She got up afterward, went to the bathroom, and I helped her get dressed since moving her arm was straining her wrist and hurting.
"Ready?" I asked, putting a Red Bull bucket hat on her head and giving her a peck, making her smile.
"More than ready." She said, and we left the motorhome together. "You know, I was thinking⊠since Iâm going to have this cast on for a while, Iâll make it more interesting."
"Interesting how?" I asked, raising an eyebrow.
"Autographs!" she exclaimed, as if it were the most brilliant idea in the world. "Iâll ask some of the guys to sign it for me. Itâll be a nice memory of this whole thing."
I laughed, shaking my head. "You really are full of ideas, arenât you?"
"You knew who you were getting involved with when you asked me out," she replied, winking at me and holding my hand.
Y/n was visibly excited, and even with her arm in a cast, she radiated a joy that was contagious.
Lando was her first target. As soon as she saw him, she ran over to him, carefully balancing the cast on her arm.
"Lando! You have to be the first to sign!" Lando, always the jokester, gave a mischievous smile and took the Sharpie Y/n was holding with her free hand.
"So, do you want me to write 'Caution: very clumsy' or something like that?" He asked, as he signed the cast, and Y/n rolled her eyes but couldnât hold back her laughter.
"Just sign it, Norris. And make it look nice."
"Alright, bossy." He handed the pen back to her, and after chatting a bit and wishing her well, we went after the next victim.
Charles was talking to some members of his team, but Y/n wasnât intimidated.
"Charles! I need your autograph, please." she said, waving the cast in his direction, and he smiled warmly, taking the pen.
"I saw pictures of you online with a cast but didnât know what had happened. Are you okay?"
"Iâm better, yeah. I tripped over a toolbox... Long story," she replied, laughing at herself.
"Well, I hope you get better soon," he said, carefully signing the cast with his name and adding a small heart next to it. "And try to stay away from toolboxes for a while."
Carlos was next, and Y/n knew he wouldnât miss the chance to tease her. When she approached him, he raised an eyebrow and gave her a knowing look.
"Max, you really have to keep an eye on her," Carlos said, laughing. "Sheâs a danger to herself."
"Tell me about it," I replied, smiling as Carlos signed the cast.
"Y/n, are you collecting accidents now?"
"Let's just say I'm adding a little drama to the weekend," she replied, extending her arm.
"There you go," he said after adding 55 to the end of his signature. "I hope you get better soon."
"Thank you Chili." He gave her a side hug and started walking towards the Ferrari garage.
"Try not to break anything else," he yelled and went inside.
Alex was walking past us when Y/n spotted him. "Alex! Please sign here," she said, and he promptly complied.
He made a neat signature, adding a small trophy to the side. "I hope this brings you luck to recover quickly," he said.
"Thank you, and bring Lily to the next race." He nodded and left.
Oscar was the last one before we returned to the Red Bull garage. He was focused, but when he saw Y/n approaching with that smile that said âyou have no choiceâ, he smiled too.
âOscar, youâre next on the list,â she said, shaking her cast.
âHonored to be a part of this collection,â he joked as he signed it, drawing a little kangaroo next to his name.
Finally, we made it back to the Red Bull garage, where Y/n handed me the pen.
âNow itâs your turn.â She said smiling.
âIâve been waiting for this moment,â I said, taking the pen and thinking about what to write.
I decided on something simple but meaningful. I signed my name, and next to it I wrote, âI love you, my clumsy.â
She looked at the cast and then back at me, her eyes shining with emotion.
âItâs perfect, itâs definitely my favorite signature,â she said, smiling.
The day went on, and soon it was time for the race. Y/n was by my side until the last second before I got in the car. Even with her injured arm, she was there, smiling, supporting me, and reminding me of what really matters. mattered.
When I finally got into the car and got ready for the race, I knew that no matter what happened on the track, I had something very special waiting for me at the end of it all. The race was important, sure, but Y/n⊠she was the reason I gave my best, on and off the track.
Bonus scene!
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âBefore the accident X after the accidentâ
Ps: Iâm okay guys, just a broken wrist
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