#and I get the feeling both of his parents babied him

[rieamena]

passionate about you

kenji sato—

synopsis: you and kenji spent a day with chiho which got him thinking… when can you have one of your own?

content warnings: fem!reader, smut..., fluff-ish?, ken calls you "mama" and "mommy" just once though, riding, mating press, squirting (i think thats it............)

nsfw links!: in the beginning, youre going too slow..., in the shower, what he sounds like, what he sounds like ver 2 <- this one is NOT a twitter link!!!!

mdni after the nsfw content divider pls :(

kenji's hand was comfortably on your hip as you both waved bye to chiho. you leaned into his shoulder, whispering quietly, "she's adorable." ken closed the front door, nodding in response. he led you into the kitchen, lifting you onto the counter, his body between your legs, his eyes searching yours for a moment before speaking again. “have you ever thought about... having one of our own?” your heart skipped a beat at his words, the suggestion hanging in the air between you. kenji’s fingers traced gentle patterns on your hip, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. “i have,” you admitted softly, your gaze holding his. “have you?”

“yeah,” he replied, his voice thick with emotion. “seeing you with chiho made me realize how incredible it would be to have a little one with you. to create a family together.” your breath hitched at the intensity in his eyes, the sincerity of his words. kenji leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to your forehead, his lips lingering there as if to seal a promise. “imagine it,” he whispered against your skin. “a little boy or girl running around, laughing and playing. us, being their parents. teaching them, loving them.” the image he painted was vivid, and you could almost see it—the life you could build together, the love you could share with a child of your own. kenji’s hand slid to your lower back, pulling you even closer, his body warm and solid against yours. “i want that,” you whispered back, your voice barely audible. “i want that with you.”

kenji who immediately rids you both of your clothes, lifting you up from the counter and into his arms, forcing your lips into a deep kiss. "i've wanted this for so long…" ken whispered, his hands gripping and palming at your ass. you moved your hips slightly, shuddering when you feel his length hit your cunt so easily. throwing you over his shoulder and giving your rear a few playful slaps, kenji walked to your shared bedroom, tossing you on the bed. he was achingly hard, and it was all at the thought of getting you pregnant.

kenji who begs you to ride him; he loves it when you're on top of him. and you can tell. his body becomes so sensitive and you can feel his lengthy dick pulsing as you praise him, "kenji, you feel so good~" he groans in response, breaths heavy and hot as he latches his mouth onto your chest, trying his hardest to not flip you on your back and push all of him into you. "mmm, might cum early if you keep talkin' like that." "you know i wouldn't mind, baby…"

kenji who desperately fucks up into you when you're going too slow. you moan his name over and over again, clinging onto his shoulders for support, the feeling of him ramming himself into you overwhelming. sending you into oblivion, tears welling up, moaning "more~ more~" and "'s so good…" you could barely understand his question. "you want me to get you pregnant?" kenji's voice was rough, breaking a couple times to let his own sounds of pleasure slip. all you could do was whine and nod, mewling when his hand laid a harsh slap against your ass. "use your words, baby." "y-yes ken, please!" his moans mixed with yours, muffling them as he pressed kisses to your neck and collarbone.

kenji whose voice gets so loud and whiny when he's close. "[name], please. please. please. oh fuck— yes baby, i— i— oh… you're so pretty…" removing his hand from your waist, it snaked up, cupping under your breast and gently squeezing at your neck, before holding your tear streaked face. "i'm gonna— princess—ah, i'm gonna—" you laid your body against his, choking back gasps and groans as you whispered in his ear, "give it to me."

kenji who pushes his cock deeper inside you as he paints your insides with his seed, holding onto your waist so hard, it could leave a bruise. your pussy spasmed around his dick, voice babbling incoherently. the only thing he could make out was his name. "ken— ah! ngh~ fuc-mmm— kenji~!"

kenji whose libido is insane. near immediately after he gave you his cum, he placed your head on the pillows, "thank you, baby…", he said against your lips, kissing you softly; before pushing your knees to your shoulders, and fucking his liquid deeper inside, determined to give you another load. a white ring formed where you and him met, a sweet mixture of your cum and his. your mind went blank, long and heavy moans on your lips. legs shaking at the overstimulation, you mewled "fuck— too much! 's too much ken…" kenji rubbed your shoulders for comfort, "i know you can take it, baby. i know you can." briefly pulling out, ken groaned loudly as your squirt covered his abdomen. "fuck mama, that was so sexy…" he shoved right back into you, wincing at how tight you were and how you spasmed. massaging your thighs sweetly, he leaned down to kiss your cheeks and jaw, "calm down girl… i'm right here… think you can do that for me again?"

kenji who offers to clean you up in the shower but ends up buried inside of you again. "just to make sure, okay…" your back pressed against the glass door, the steam from the water and the pure pleasure you were feeling threatened to render you unconscious. "stay with me, sweetheart. last time, i swear…" kenji held your body tightly as he came in you for the final time, groans so uncontrollable, they were borderline whimpers, "thank you, thank you so much. you did so well for me… i love you, 'm gonna make you a mommy…" clawing at his back in response, you took heavy breaths against his neck like you were desperate for oxygen. pulling out of your warm cunt, kenji stared at your fucked out face. your eyes were lidded, a tired smile on your face as you gave ken a quick kiss to his lips, collapsing into him directly after. and if somehow you didn't get pregnant from all of that, best believe kenji would try much harder next time.

UGHHH LOVED LOVED LOVED WRITING THIS had me kicking my feet and blushing SO hard..... may have lied earlier today.... first time writing smut i hope yall liked it 😭😭😭 reqs + asks are open <3

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[lavenderspence]

Sweater Thief | A.H.

Pairing: Aaron Hotchner x fem!reader

Content warning: fluff, domestic fluff, mention of scars, inaccurate use of law jargon

Word Count: 1.5K

Summary: You’ve always loved wearing Aaron’s quarter zip, especially when he is away on a case. But he also loves coming home and seeing you in it.

A/N: Welp, this is my first Hotch fic! Honestly, I love this so much, and the inspo is simply my love and appreciation for Hotch in a quarter zip sweater, simply delicious. Enjoy this little baby, I have more Hotch fics in the works. And also, storyboards or gifs, what's better?

The house felt unusually cold for mid-September. The sun had long ago gone down the horizon, taking the little warmth it had provided with itself. Your home was quiet - Jack was spending the 3 day weekend with Jessica, and Aaron had been on a case in Massachusetts for the past 4 days. 

You were feeling the loneliness slowly start to take over. Although Jack had been gone for no more than 4 hours, you had gotten used to it being the two of you whenever Aaron was away. He’d become your little partner in crime in the year and a half you've been dating his dad. He was an unbelievably charming and calm kid - you guessed the perfect mixture of both his parents. At least you thought as much, from what Aaron, Jessica, and Jack had shared about Haley. 

He loved cartoons, and he loved building things - legos and 3D models. He also loved puzzles, especially when you helped him assemble them. 

But you also shared one very important thing - you both loved and missed his dad whenever he was traveling for work. That’s why having each other was so special, and spending time together was always a blast - you baked together, you played, and you went on walks. You were there for each other whenever Aaron had to work.

To be fair, neither you nor Jack blame Aaron or his job. You knew how important it was to him and how important his work was to the families that faced tragedy. He was an important part of the BAU, and he needed to do what he was doing - he was made to help people. 

But not having him here and not having Jack to love on, and take care of, the house felt far too empty and quiet. It was bringing forth a sadness that often came with the feeling of missing him, and in this case, missing them both.

With a defeated sigh, knowing you had nothing to do this evening, and with the cold chilling you almost to the bone, you started for the stairs and walked into the master bedroom. You made it into the closet and went searching around deep in Aaron’s winter clothes until you found what you were looking for and pulled it free. 

The quarter zip was dark brown and soft against your palms, and it faintly smelled like him. It was one of your favorite pieces of clothing he owned and your favorite to wear when he wasn’t home. 

You pulled it on, almost melting into the fabric. It was a little big on you, reaching down past your hipbones, and around your fingers. That was fine though, it was just another reason to love his clothes. You felt like you were wrapped around him, calmed by the feeling and the scent of him around you. It made you feel just a tad less lonely, especially today. 

You went around the house, doing small things here and there, trying to pass the time. After an hour though, you felt like you needed your mind occupied, just for a little while longer. Like a part deep inside of you was expecting Aaron home tonight.

It wouldn’t be the first time you’d stayed up to wait for him to get home, but he usually called if he was returning in the late hours of the evening. A call hadn’t come though, neither had a text, and still you felt it. 

You found yourself in the study, pulling a book from the shelf before you relaxed on the little couch there and cracked it open. No more than 40 minutes had gone by, escaping into the world the pages painted for you, when you heard the front door. The familiar clank of Aaron’s keys being put on the little table by the door followed. 

You dog-eared the book, too excited to search for anything else to mark your progress, and then you left the room, making your way towards the front to welcome him home.

He’d just taken his shoes off, pulling his tie free, when you spotted him by the door. He heard you walk it, smiling your way gently, if a little tiredly.

“Hi, honey.” He greeted you with a whisper, just as you stepped in front of him. Your arms automatically wrapped around his middle, and your face found its’ favorite place - at the crook of his neck. You sagged against each other, a sigh escaping him, just your touch enough to make him relax.

“Hey, I missed you.” You whispered back, as he pulled you even closer to himself, one arm low on your back, as the other cradled your head with a gentle touch.

“I missed you, too.” He pulled back, only to lean in for a sweet kiss. His lips pressed against yours tenderly, a magnetic current passing through you at the touch. As you relaxed into the kiss, letting him bleed his love though, the longing within you quieted. You took everything he gave, and still wished for more, starving for him and his touch, after days when you couldn’t have him like this.  

You’d never get enough of the kisses he pulled you into the moment he walked home. The yarning for each other and the quiet relief of finally being in the arms of the person who loved and cherished you like no other. Kisses full of want and love. So similar in taste, but vastly different every time, as if each time was the first time he was coming back home to you. 

When he pulled away, he cradled your face in his hands. You studied him, the dark circles under his eyes were now more evident than ever. His hair looked unkempt as if the frustration of the job had really gotten to him this time. The more he looked at you, the more his eyes softened, and the worry left his body gradually. 

“Why are you up this late?” His thumb ran across your cheekbone.

“Had a feeling you might be coming home tonight.” He pulled you to him, kissing the side of your head as you slowly started pulling him towards the bedroom. He left his go bag next to the door, leaving the worry of unpacking for tomorrow. 

You finished pulling his tie free, before removing it. His suit jacket came off next, and you draped it over the back of the vanity chair. 

His hands found a place on your hips, and every few seconds he’d give you a light squeeze as you worked on unbuttoning his shirt.

“Isn’t this the sweater I was looking for before I went to Boston?” He tugged on it gently, a furrow in his brows, but the smile on his face betrayed him, he was amused because he already knew the answer.

“Oh, this one? I must have been thinking about another one, sorry honey.” You were barely holding in your smile. This was in fact the quarter zip he had been looking for 4 days ago, wanting to pack it in case of bad weather, but you’d stashed it deep into the closet after the last time he’d worn it. 

He chuckled, sounding tired, as you pulled off his shirt, laying a few kisses on his chest and abdomen as you chased the phantom pain of the scars left standing from his past. Each one got attention, just like every time you undressed him. His breathing always picked up, at first in surprise, and quickly after that out of love. 

You knew his feelings about the scars left from a dark moment in his life, having talked about it at length, and you always told him the same thing. Regardless of his past, his demons, fears, and even those scars, the man that he was now, was the man you loved. The man you went home to, kissed every morning and each night, whose smile you saw in your sleep. Nothing was going to change that. 

You went in search of a sleep shirt for him as he finished getting undressed. 

“I knew you were a heart thief, sweetheart, I mean, I have the evidence to prove it, but a sweater thief, I didn’t take you for.” He pulled you into another kiss, voice teasing, as was the smile on his face. He always claimed you stole his heart, but then again, he’d stolen yours just the same. 

“Your honor, the prosecution has no evidence to support such a claim, it’s all a ploy to smear my good name,” You rambled, getting a rich laugh out of him, “In all fairness, it smells like you, reminds me of you in the sweetest and hottest way possible. It’s comforting, whenever you’re away on the job.” You confessed. 

He searched your eyes before he pulled you in to kiss your forehead, “Next time we’re sent on a case, I’ll make sure to leave something for you to wear while I’m away.” He promised, before he undressed you too, pulling one of his shirts over your head, and taking you to bed, where he cuddled you until morning. 

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[romeulusroy]

The Boys Preference: Reacting To Your Tattoos

A/N: I have so many ideas for The Boys cast! Be sure to look out for more posts! I'm updating my request list to include them 😊 I'm sorry I've been a little MIA! I'll be getting back to requests asap! Hope you like it! Feedback is always appreciated 💜

Butcher loves them. This is not the moment to say something, to react, but he definitely takes notice. You got hurt, really hurt, and the only way to save you was for Annie cauterizing your wounds, buying you a little more time. Butcher didn't need to hold you down, you'd already gone limp, losing all color in your face. He begs you to wake up, to stay with them. There was so much blood. So much red. He was covered in it, seeping through his shirt. Your jacket was thrown off, the collar of your shirt torn, ripped, for easier access to your shoulder and they both discovered the tattoos. Your chest, your arm, neck, you were covered. He had a feeling there were far more, wondering why you never showed any of them. You were always so bundled up, he never even questioned it. He warned you this was going to hurt, though he wasn't even sure you could hear him. Still, as Annie's hands grew bright, he cringes, hoping you were too out of it to feel anything, hoping this would all seem like a far away dream. Hoping you won't mind the large scar that will warp your ink.

Hughie is pretty intimidated by them. The Boys are already a scary looking group, but meeting you, he thought you were going to bite off his head. Your body was pretty covered. After getting to know you, he realizes how wrong he was. You're snarky and stubborn, but you're also thoughtful and funny. If it were up to you, you'd never hurt a fly, just Vought. Still, every so often you'll do or say something that reminds him of that first impression, especially when you feel threatened or your friends are threatened. You'll show up with a few new ones, filling in the gaps. When it comes to open wounds you're ready to treat it with a strong drink and duct tape. When it comes to your tattoos, you're meticulous in your aftercare. He's never seen you so serene looking as when you're taking care of them, so gentle. Something about that makes him feel like he shouldn't be witnessing it, but he's grateful that he is. When they're in tricky spots, he's the first to offer to help. He works with nervous hands, afraid he'll do something to ruin it. You just laugh, walking him through it.

Annie knows all about your tattoos. They are, after all, linked to the V in your blood. You didn't start developing them until your late teens, your parents assuming the V they injected was a dud. Images started appearing and with them, your powers. By the time she met you, you were covered. You didn't like showing off to The Boys. You still had a long way to go to gaining their trust. Parading around the fact that you were a Supe wasn't going to help. Still, when it was just you and Annie you were less reluctant to show her. All kinds of images adorned your skin: weapons, insects, animals. You liked the weapons the best. The thing could project itself from your skin as if it were real. In seconds, you had a sword in each hand, as real and sharp as if you'd physically gotten one. The best part? Your skin was indestructible. Every few months, maybe years, a new tattoo would appear, giving you a leg up in the fight against Vought. She thinks you have by far the most interesting powers of any Supe she's met.

M.M. hates them. Because they're linked to the V you got as a baby, he sees them more of a warning than anything else, the way brightly colored animals are poisonous. He hadn't realized the first time you met, what they were from, and you were smart enough not to tell him. It was only when you were fighting for your life did you use your abilities: the circles on the back of your neck, layered, you let out a sonic scream that shattered windows, set off car alarms, and drew blood. The group that had attacked you were coughing it up, it was running down their necks from their ears. M.M. was far enough away not to be affected, but the way he tells it, he was *this* close to having his insides turned to goo. Some were safe enough to run away. The ones who were closer dropped dead with a wet squelch. He trusts you even less for not telling him. When he breaks the news to everyone else, he's shocked to find out that they either knew (like Annie) or they were unfazed, more impressed than anything else, like you'd become this great asset. You apologize profusely, but you know it'll be a long time before he can even look you in the eyes.

Frenchie thinks they're so cool. He went with you once and got one of his own: while you were getting a rather large piece finished, he wants to get a smiley face on his ass cheek. Despite the discomfort, Frenchie's all giggles. He's more than excited to show this off to everyone he decides to moon. You try to tell him how to take care of it, but he waves you off. He's eager to show The Boys. He's lucky it heals properly and by the end of the week, everyone he comes into contact with has seen it. Besides that, his favorite thing is to study the ones you have. They're intricate and beautiful and some of them are pretty silly. You never understood the sentiment that there had to be some grand kind of meaning behind them. If you like it, you get it tattooed. He asks questions about them, most done all over the world or, a couple, in prison. He thinks you look badass, especially when you shed the bulky layers and show off what they normally don't get to see. Your back piece is his favorite. When you're wearing something with a low back, or disregard a shirt completely, he can't help but watch you. You're careful, covering them with clothes or makeup so that whatever illegal thing you're doing can't be traced.

Kimiko asks a lot of questions. Did it hurt? Why that image? What does it mean? How long did it take? You never mind, in fact you like talking about them. You spent enough time getting stabbed, you wanted someone to ask. She especially loves the ones on your hands. They look beautiful as you sign back to her. Some are still a little raised despite how well you took care of them, those are her favorite. She touches them delicately, afraid it might hurt, but you assure her they're all healed. She watches when you're getting changed together, how they move with your skin and muscles. They make her smile knowing you feel so much more at home in your body because of them, something you admitted to her late one night after a few drinks. They help you like yourself, covering up insecurities, making you feel cuter/cooler than you would without them. She's always the first to notice when you get a new one, making a point regardless of the situation to tell you how nice it looks and that she likes it a lot.

Bonus! Homelander thinks they're horrendous. Disgusting. Just another way you've defiled your body. He can't stand to look at them and made sure you understand that. Around him, you keep them covered, either by clothing or makeup. You know better than to draw attention towards them. Regardless of how you acquired them (Compound V or just an aesthetic choice) you know not to bring them up or let anyone else bring them up. A-Train noticed the one of the back of your neck and that put Homelander over the edge. You were both thrown out of the room. You consider yourself more than lucky. He could have killed you, both of you, but he was feeling generous. He had bigger things on his mind. You knew working for Vought would lead to sacrifices, uncomfortable situations, but being interrogated by Homelander about your tattoos was never something you ever considered. He thinks about using his lasers every time he sees them poking out from your sleeve or pants. But he needs you. As long as he needs you, you're safe. The moment you stop being useful, he's going to cut off every individual image until there's nothing left. Until you look normal again.

[honeipie]

little rant on the mha boys and relationships.

authors note: this was spontaneous word vomit that i needed to get off my chest. shoto's turned into a whole fic and i struggled writing for him the most omg..

boys included: izuku midoryia, katsuki bakugo, shoto todoroki

izuku midoryia

ouuu my baby.. first off, his love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service. we all know this boy goes leaps and bounds for people he barely knows. that’s what makes him such a great hero. after watching i just get the feeling that it would take the longest for him to get into a relationship. i’m thinking late twenty’s or early thirties. he watches as his colleagues and friends start to grow their families. getting married and having babies, while he sits back silently wishing that was him. he had so much going on in his life from after the war to becoming the number one hero that he simply lost track of time. it wasn’t his own doing that pushed him to start dating but his friends (mostly kirishima and mina). they tested the theory out first of course. inviting everybody over their house for a get together. the two made sure they got the chance to subtly corner the green haired man.

—

“hey izuku! would you mind holding rumi for a second? thanks!” mina placed the baby in the man’s hands making him a bit startled.

“oh! sure” they both stepped a few paces back into another group to analyze his behavior. it took a few moments but then they saw it. a genuine smile and sparkle in his eye that they hadn’t seen in a while. izuku was tickling the baby’s stomach emitting giggles that made him feel somewhat accomplished. kirishima came back up to him slapping his hand on the back of his shoulder.

“man you’re a natural! why aren’t you dating around? finding your person? clearly you wanna be a dad. do you want to adopt on your own maybe?” kirishima took the baby from a sheepish izuku.

“no, i definitely would want to get married first. but you know how hard it is to date when you’re a hero. you guys are lucky you have each other though. i just don’t want to put that person in danger, or have them just like me because i’m famous of have money. plus, they’d need to be ready to have a family right away.. not that i’d force them or anything! it’s just we’re getting older and-“

mina placed a hand on his shoulder “we get it! i think i know someone that i can set you up with”

—

now let’s say you and izuku hit it off, get into a relationship. this man needs someone who can pour back into him. someone who reminds him that it’s okay to feel overwhelmed from the kind of job he has. someone who tells him it’s okay to cry when it’s just the two of you. someone who’ll let him be izuku midoryia instead of the amazing, unbreakable deku.

he spends all day helping and doing things for others. when he gets home he’s absolutely exhausted. sorry for you independent working ladies but i think he needs someone who’s willing to take care of the house when he’s not around. someone who lets him come home to the warm meals and fresh sheets on the bed.

not that he’s lazy in the relationship or anything! this man will literally do anything to make you happy. on days he’s off or if you had a hard day at work (if you wanna), he’ll help with the cooking and other chores. it’s just for the most part he wears himself thin because of his job. so yeah, he wouldn’t mind someone who already has his dinner on the table when he gets home and gives his shoulder kisses as you two bathe and tell him how resilient he is.

as for kids? yeah get ready, this man wants at least four. plus like he said at this point you’re both getting older so he doesn’t care how yall become parents. whether you’re willing to have some kids, or if you’d rather foster/adopt! all he knows is that he wants to be a dad for sure.

izuku midoryia’s biggest red flag is just not telling you when he’s not feeling himself so you have to deeply analyze him to understand whenever he’s feeling upset. you have to start most of the communication, but when he gets into the groove he lets you know everything that’s going wrong.

katsuki bakugo

this motherfucker.

jk i love him! he just needs somebody that can match his energy in some moments, and be the calm in the storm in another. in short he needs someone with balance.

he would get into a relationship maybe early or mid-twenty’s i would say. i honestly think his love languages are everything but words of affirmation. just the non-verbal stuff. he would be the type to fall in love with someone in a work related context (more specifically his personal assistant). he always thought you were pretty, but if you think this man is going to tell you that you’re fucking delusional. in fact, he goes out of his way to be the sassiest man alive to you until you finally get tired of it. he had said some shit about you getting to his office faster because you were only one floor down.

—

“do you ever get tired of hearing your mouth? because i do” you placed papers down on his desk before turning around “you have a meeting in twenty minutes. the car will be here in five. wouldn’t want you to be late cause i know how busy the elevator gets” the slam of his office door got the gears in his head turning.

ooh, he likes youuu.

the next day, you took the elevator up to his floor but noticed some construction down the hall. you almost jumped when he appeared next to you.

“‘ts your new office. so you won’t have to take the shitty elevator anymore” you gave him a silent nod which acted as your thank you.

—

when you two started dating it’s pretty nice. y’all’s favorite pastime would have to be people watching. you sit outside of a coffee shop with baseball caps and sunglasses on talking about anything or anyone that’s interesting enough to bring up. when the press finally figures you two out all you do is find another shop and do the same thing.

now it's more of the opposite with katsuki than izuku. he loves that you keep yourself occupied with a job and will do anything to support you on any career goals you have. though if you do want to stay home he'll support that too. katsuki is going to need somebody who sticks with him through his good, his bad, and his mf ugly. someone who is able to know when to give him the space he needs. the love that he likely needs to receive the most is physical touch and words of affirmation, and it's really good if you do both at the same time. i think the most effective on him would strangely be the little doses. like a small squeeze to his hand and just saying "i'm so proud of you" or "you're my number one hero" would make him feral.

time for katsuki's red flag. he would absolutely put his job before you! just because he's in a serious relationship doesn't mean that he still doesn't want to be number one. and if you want kids that's going to be tricky. now here's the thing.. katsuki wouldn't mind having one or two kids, really, but you see right through him. he already cancels on a lot of your dates, and makes up for them eventually, so you get over it. but if you had kids you don't really know how it would affect them. you knew that he would support you at first, taking time off for maternity leave, but after that then what? kids wouldn't understand why he was choosing the world over his own flesh and blood. so you mightt just have to wait until he matures a bit more to have that conversation.

shoto todoroki

i had to work myself up to write him cause wheeewww. where do i start? to get into a relationship with this man you gotta be in it for the LONG RUN. not because of his job or anything, just because he's him. yeah, he's maturing beautifully as he goes through life but baby he still don't know what a real relationship consists of. his love languages gift giving and quality time. i think really heavy on the quality time because he never really got to spend time with the people he loved when he was younger so he makes sure to cherish those moments now. i couldn't tell you when specifically, because it'll just happen on one random day.

honestly, my best guess is that he would fall for someone he sees everyday while doing one part of his routine. for instance, he has his own personal gym, but he’s grown to like running in the park better than his treadmill. that's where he sees you for the first time walking your dog. you'll both smile politely as you pass one another every day. this goes on for about a month until you start to not show up for about a week.

—

after one of the hero meetings shoto decides to bring it up with izuku "there's this girl i see when i run, and i haven't seen her in a whole week. it's strange, but i'm kind of upset when i don't get to see her"

izuku smiled hearing shoto finally talk about someone he’s interested in "you've got a hallway crush!"

shoto scrunched his face in confusion "izuku, i run at the park near my house"

"no, that's not what i meant! it's just another saying for a crush on someone that you just see but don't really talk to" izuku tilted his head one finger on his chin "do you want to talk to her?"

shoto thought about it for a moment "yes, i think i do"

"i can help if you want!-"

"hah!?" katsuki's voice boomed throughout the room. as always, he had been listening into their conversation "you wouldn't know how to talk to a woman even if someone gave you cue cards!"

"kacchan, once again, nobody was talking to you"

"that's what i would say to you about women" he got up with a tsk "text me when y'all are going out for a run. i want to see this trainwreck live and in color"

so that's what they did. the next morning they all joined shoto for his morning jog. he kept an eye out until he saw you. he stopped right in his tracks causing katsuki to run right into his back.

"watch where you're going you icy hot bastard!" he yelled but shoto paid him no mind.

"there she is" he mumbled, watching as you unclipped your dogs leash.

"okay first off don't fucking stare at her you weirdo" katsuki grabbed his shoulder turning him away with izuku nodding in agreement.

"maybe you can compliment her dog!" izuku suggested but katsuki shook his head.

"nah, go for the shoes. chicks love shoes"

right as they started bickering shoto felt something jump up on his leg. he turned to see your dog had run up to him in an excited manor.

"bruiser!" you yelled out chasing after him. once you got ahold of him you smiled up at the pro hero "i am so so sorry about that. i thought he was finally ready to be let off the leash but i was wrong" you tried to stop your racing heartbeat. not only from the running, but maybe from the fact that the top three heroes were standing right in front of you.

"i like your dogs shoes" shoto blurted making both katsuki and izuku curse under their breath “and im glad you’re fine. i haven’t seen you for a week so i was starting to get worried”

"you noticed? i was on vacation. and i like yours.. too?" you said going to latch the leash back onto your dog's harness.

"thank you, but i don't have a dog" shoto stated rather bluntly making you chuckle.

"right, my mistake"

the two of you got into conversation rather easily forcing the other two to talk on the side. the only reason they were still there was to make sure shoto didn't fumble the bag "i like your dog's name"

"ah, thank you! i named him after the dog from legally blonde. have you ever seen that movie?"

"no, but it must be good if you named your dog after a character"

"yeah it is! i think they're actually playing it at this drive-in movie theater tomorrow. i was thinking about going"

the two men had subtly made their way behind you. as soon as you said that they both perked up making exaggerated motions.

'go with her!'

‘ask her out dumbass!'

shoto squinted his eyes trying to decipher what it is they were saying. when he finally got it he nodded looking back at you "i would like to take you there tomorrow on an official date"

your mouth slowly opened at his boldness before pointing to yourself "me? are you sure?"

"yes, i think you are very pretty and i like seeing your face every day when i run"

'o-okay then. i'll see you tomorrow"

right before you could leave izuku and katsuki dramatically held up their phones.

"oh right. can i take your phone?"

"are we going to have to go on this fucking date with him?" katsuki mumbled turning to izuku.

"might be a possibility"

—

i feel like once this man finally starts to get the grasp of what a relationship is truly about he gives in that he is head over heels in LOVEEEE. he doesn't care what you do, honestly. working? cool he's showing up there once or twice just to make sure you’re okay. wanna stay at home? the best part of his day is coming home to his true love and seeing what they made for dinner.

for the topic of kids he's so insecure about it at first. not wanting to end up like his father of course. but if you give him enough reassurance and time then after you have your first kid he knows he wants more.

shoto's red flag could easily be that he's emotionally unavailable but hear me out. at the end of the day he still grew up in the todoroki household and might've picked up some traits that aren't the best. we all know this man is blunt so he has no problem dropping snarky comments like "you gained weight" or "i don't really like your hair like that" and i don't even think he means to be rude most of the time?? homeboy just says what he thinks. though if it's really getting to you and you bring it up to him he will 100% start to think before he speaks.

[talktonytome]

“Honey, I’m home!” Buck shouts, as he walks through Tommy’s door. He tries to inject the energy he’s definitely not feeling. He and Tommy had planned a night out, since they both finally had a free night for the first time in weeks. Buck was looking forward to it all week, and of course his leg had to act up today, of all days. Bobby even sent him home early, giving him a knowing look and telling him to rest. Stupid weather changes.

“In here!” Tommy replies from the living room. Buck drops his duffel by the stairs and toes off his shoes before walking over. When he gets there, Tommy’s sitting in a nest of blankets and pillows on the floor. The lights are down low and there are snacks and drinks on the coffee table.

“W-what’s all this?” Buck was expecting to find Tommy getting ready for their date. Instead, he looks incredibly cozy in sweats and a worn t-shirt. He holds out his arms, beckoning Buck to join him. “C’mere, sweetheart.”

Buck walks the rest of the way there, stopping in front of Tommy, trying to figure out the best way to kneel down without wincing in pain. “Here,” Tommy sits up on his knees, wraps his arms around Buck’s torso and under his legs, before scooping him up and settling him on his lap in one fell swoop. “Welcome home,” he smiles, dropping a soft kiss to Buck’s birthmark.

“Hi,” Buck whispers back, nudging his nose agains Tommy’s. “Not that I’m complaining, but I figured you’d be in a suit by now?”

“Hm,” Tommy hums, “but the atmospheric pressure change today told me otherwise,” he shrugs, nosing along Buck’s jaw.

“Huh?” Buck doesn’t know how that explains the lack of suit. Tommy huffs fondly, shaking his head. “Tell me your leg’s not killing you?”

Buck ducks his head, definitely caught out. “Uh..”

“That’s what I thought,” Tommy says, tilting his head. “And I know how stubborn you are, baby. You were going to try to power through our date and knowing you’d be in pain kills me. So, here’s what we’re gonna do,” he gently sets Buck beside him on their blanket fort. “You’re gonna choose a movie,” he hands Buck the remote, “while I make some popcorn.”

Buck’s eyes follow Tommy, as he walks to the kitchen and he swallows back the sob threatening to escape his throat, busying himself with choosing a movie.

Soon enough, the smell of popcorn fills the air. Tommy’s back with a big bowl in one hand, and a small bottle and something that looks like a towel in the other. He hands Buck the bowl. “Eat,” he orders gently. He reaches for the remote and starts the movie Buck picked- When Harry Met Sally. “Great choice,” Tommy grins.

“What about you, aren’t you having some?” Buck shakes the bowl of popcorn at him.

“In a minute,” Tommy reaches for his bad leg and props it on top of his own lap. He rolls Buck’s pantleg up to just above his knee and uncaps the bottle he’d brought over. “Picked this ointment up earlier,” he explains. “It’s supposed to help relieve this kinda pain.” He squirts some in his hands, rubbing his palms together to warm it up, then starts massaging the smooth gel all over his leg, only using enough pressure to soothe and rub the ointment into his skin and around the aching joints.

Buck pauses the movie. Tears finally fall from lashes, both from the pain relief and Tommy’s depth of love and care. Tommy immediately stops what he’s doing, looking up at him with concern.

“Hey, hey what’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”

You’re actually putting me back together, mending all my broken, jagged pieces, he wants to say.

“Just the opposite,” he shakes his head instead. “You’re perfect, you know that?”

“Now that’s just not true,” Tommy says, with a small laugh. “Taking care of you is no hardship,” Evan.

“You’re perfect for me,” Buck counters, “and I have been, a hardship,” he swallows. “My parents-”

“- Were so, so wrong! Oh, let me count the ways,” Tommy interjects, frowning. “Seriously, Evan, I love you and I love taking care of you. It means so much to me that I get to be the person you feel safe with,” he says so earnestly. Buck believes him.

“Thank you for being so good to me,” he says softly.

“Of course.” Tommy sets the ointment down and unrolls what Buck now realizes is a heating pad. He watches Tommy plug it in and set the temperature just right, before covering Buck’s knee and shin with it. Oh, that feels amazing. He breathes a deep sigh and sags against Tommy, burrowing his head on his shoulder. “Perfect, I tell you,” he breathes contentedly.

“Yes you are,” Tommy tells him, eyes crinkling at the corners with Buck’s favorite smile. He reaches for one of the thicker blankets and covers them with it, then, restarts the movie.

“Best date ever,” he whispers against Buck’s hair, wrapping an arm around his shoulders.

“Mhm,” Buck agrees wholeheartedly. “I love you, Tommy.”

“I love you, too.”

[hyperblue]

as much as i enjoy the thought of kon immediately taking on fatherhood and confessing his feelings to tim in timkon clone baby aus, i can't help but think about all the potential for a slowburn that we can have, such as:

— making a deep dive into kon's view of the situation, exploring his clone feeling about himself, exploring his feelings about clark in particular — because their relationship is very interesting and complicated on it's own, and the biggest tragedy of it, in my opinion, is that kon was never clark's responsibility, in fact there was never a single adult person that had to take care of kon because kon initially never belonged to anyone. he's no one's child, no one's son, and us much as we might want to blame clark or, you know, any adult in his life for not taking care of him and protecting him, they had their right not to do it. someone should have had care, but also no one was obligated to. i really hope i make sense, what I'm trying to convey is that you really can't blame anyone for kon being unsupervised for most of his life no matter how much you might want too (aside from lex luther and cadmus itself ofc, but that would be a slightly different conversion); and kon knows that himself, has known that for a while, but the moment he's confronted by his own clone child it adds so much more perspective, and the conflict of once (still) being a child that no one wanted while simultaneously being introduced to a child that you don't have to want but if not you no one else will (tim will, but tim's also a slightly different conversation) would be so interesting and delicious;

— LOTS of awkward co-parenting from two teen-dads who might or might not be head over heels for each other but also not really having time to explore their relationship and their feelings bc they have a whole ass child to raise; not to mention kon's conflicted clone boy feelings and tim's haunting guilt that affect every single interaction of theirs. just imagine the pressure, the slowburn, the ust. imagine them knowing about each other feelings, but also knowing that it's not the right time — there might never be the right time anymore, not after what tim has done. imagine them negotiating visiting hours and weekends like they're some divorced couple. imagine them swinging their child between them on a walk home, imagine kon showing up early at tim's penthouse with fresh ingredients from the farm to make healthy breakfast, imagine tim dosing off on kon's shoulder while watching old disney movies with their kid right there on the carpet in front of a tv; playing house, but knowing damn well that they are not together. that they might never be together;

— clone baby getting used to this strange family dynamic that they have — knowing that kon is their other dad, but never ever calling him that (they have no memory of calling him pa! when they were much younger, no memory of kon crying and kissing their forehead right after; no memory of tim becoming really pale and then gently teaching them that kon is not pa, or papa, or dad, he is just kon, only even just kon); knowing that daddy loves kon, but for some reason that's something that they never talk about, and the kid is too afraid to ask because he knows that he'll hurt his dad if he does. fighting with tim and then crying because they want their other dad, but tim tells not to bother kon, as if kon might secretly hate them, and then hearing tim and kon having a fight from upstairs, stop acting like I'm going to flee any second, it's been literal years, when are you going to believe me when i say that i LOVE our child;

— tim trying his best to be a good parent and co-parent but still screwing up anyways because he's too trapped in his own guilt and insecurities; accidentally hurting both kon and their child by not wanting to hurt them, trying to distance them from each other when things are starting to get good, because they are not supposed to be good, tim does not deserve things to be good. shying away from kon's most innocent touches, refusing his child traditional summer vacation on kent's farm because he can feel his baby starting to prefer kon over him, and that's something that he doesn't know what to do with, all he knows is that he can't lose his baby not even to the love of his life. fighting with kon a lot, going they are MINE, stop pretending that you want them or care for them just to take them away from me, they are the only thing in the world that i love more than you;

— and then finally sorting things out after years, confessing their feelings, talking about every single insecurity that they both had about this situation; holding hands across kitchen table after crying their eyes out, and deciding to try it. restoring the friendship they almost lost somewhere along the way while trying to be a good parents for their baby — exchanging text that are not just visiting hours negotiations, awkwardly flirting like they are teenagers again, brushing each other shoulders and hands and sitting a little too close on a couch; getting to go on dates, getting to feel giddy and young about each other again, falling in bed together and getting to wake up from a sound of their kid destroying the kitchen, our child is hungry by the way, we should probably start getting out of bed. our child? yeah. our child.

idk man i just love the potential and complexity of it all. so many things to do with au, it really is an endless sandbox to play in

[glitterymentalitymilkshake]

The Past - Jude Bellingham x Female Reader - Part One

Summary: You and Jude have been best friends since you were babies and have been inseparable since but things altered when Jude left for Dortmund. You gradually lost contact and both started living life without the presence of one another. But what happens when Jude returns back home from Spain for the holidays… memories and feelings that have been swept under the carpet start to resurface…

A/N: This will be a series and please keep in my mind this is my first so I’m open to constructive criticism and feedback!! Also I’m still adjusting to tumblr!

I’m home for the holidays from uni and it feels so comforting to be back. I’ve really missed my family and friends from back home so it’s nice to see them again. I especially need a support system after the break up I’m currently going through. I am very grateful for the girls from uni who have all been so kind and supportive throughout this terrible ordeal. My ex, Brandon, was two timing me and what broke my heart even more was that he chose her over me. But I’m so done with wallowing in self-pity. Hopefully when I do return to uni after the break, I wouldn’t be the same person I was before I left.

I’m currently helping my mum in the kitchen prep for the big annual party we are having tomorrow. My family love to go all out when it comes to parties. My parents and younger brother have honestly been such a distraction for me but in a positive way; they have honestly made me see life beyond my toxic ex. And this is exactly what I wanted and definitely needed. It’s just so refreshing and kind of nostalgic. Moving to a whole new city has been very exciting but it can be daunting at times. Being back in my hometown is so warm and sentimental.

“Y/N, me and dad have invited the Bellingham’s for this year’s party. It’d be nice to see the boys, wouldn’t it?” I freeze. I nod a yes and a ‘mhm’ simultaneously in response to my mother. I grew up with the Bellingham brothers, Jude being a year older than me and Jobe being a year younger. I was more close with Jude and Jobe was close with my brother, Nathan, as they were the same age. I still talk to Jobe here and there, mainly because of my brother, they are still very close. Me and Jude on the other hand, we aren’t anything close to what we used to be. We drifted apart when Jude moved to Dortmund, it wasn’t instantly but it happened over time. We now still do still talk to each other via text, the last time we spoke was when I congratulated him for signing with Real Madrid, which was a few months ago. And the time before that was during the World Cup. It’s only for things like that but other than that, we don’t talk. Not even small conversations like checking up on one another and asking each other how we are. Our conversations consist usually me congratulating Jude for big things in his career and him appreciating my support. The last time Jude initiated a conversation was when I first started uni. If you were to see our bond and friendship before he moved away, you’d think we are not same people as we are now. We used to tell each other everything, even the smallest of things. Jude knew all my secrets, well all except for one. It’s a big one but there’s no point going over that. We practically used to see each other every single day. It hurts that we aren’t close as we used to be, I never in a million years thought things would be like this between us. I immensely miss him and our friendship but this is life. And I have to accept it, I don’t usually think about him when I’m away at uni. But everything back home reminds me of him, there’s a memory lingering in every corner.

I’m currently in my room, watching Netflix. I hear knock on my door, it’s Nathan. I invite him in, “Hey sis.” He says as he walks over to me, he sits on the other end of the bed. I smile at him and whisper a “hey” back. “Just to let you know, Jobe and his parents are coming over for dinner.” This instantly gets my attention, “Really?” “Yeah, mum and dad invited them, it’s been a while since we all got together. They’re coming to the party but mum and dad just thought of us all spending time together without so many other people.” “It’ll be just like old times.” I say with excitement. Our families used to be so close and they’d come over to ours often and vice versa. We haven’t been able to do this for years, mainly because we’ve all been busy. Jude and Denise abroad, Mark and Jobe moving away, me at uni, my brother busy with work and all of my parents’ time consumed due their business as it has gotten more successful over the years. Things were definitely different in the past but it’s so nice to see everyone involved in bigger and better things. Then I suddenly remember that Nathan didn’t mention a name, Jude. Why won’t he be here? It’d be so nice to see him again after such a long time, the last time I saw him in person was when I went to visit him in Dortmund and that was like a month after he moved. So it’s been quite a while. But then another part of me thinks it’d be so awkward and strange to see him after all this time. Maybe he’s changed, like maybe he’s become arrogant and not the same Jude he used to be. Not my Jude. The big secret is that I’ve always had feelings for Jude, probably since I was 12. I’ve never confessed my feelings to him because I was scared of rejection and it ultimately ruining our friendship. I’d rather bottle up my feelings than lose Jude, but I guess that’s already happened without me ever expressing my romantic feelings. Maybe I should’ve, then I wouldn’t be wondering about a lot of “what if” situations. I’ve see Jude being rumoured to be in relationships with a lot of girls which has made feel jealous but I don’t think I should be. I was Jude’s best friend, not his ex. Everything was very platonic between us. He probably doesn’t care about me anymore or our friendship. Maybe Jude not coming to ours for dinner is a good thing, a lot of feelings from the past will stay in the past.

I’m currently setting the table for dinner, I’m really looking forward to this. I haven’t seen Denise in years, she’s like a second mother to me. I’ve seen Jobe and Mark but rarely, so it’d be pretty nice to see them too. I hear the doorbell ring which indicates they are here. My dad opens the door, and there is a round of enthusiastic hellos and genuine smiles. Denise comes over and hugs me, “Y/N! It’s been way too long!” “It really has! I missed you! “I missed you too darling! You look so beautiful!” Then Marks pulls me into a warm hug, followed by Jobe. “Jobe!” “Y/N! So good to see you.” My parents invite them into our living room for a drink. Jobe and Nathan head upstairs, most likely to play video games. I sit next to Denise and catch up with her, Mark and dad engaged in their own conversation while mum hands everyone a drink. We hear the doorbell ring again and mum goes off to get the door. I hear mum greet the person and I hear a deep, masculine voice. Sounds a little familiar but I can’t quite make out who that it might be. Maybe it’s just another one of mum and dad’s friends they’ve also invited for dinner. Mum enters the living room behind her is the last person I expected, Jude. He looks so much more hotter than before. I mean I’ve seen pictures of course, but he looks way better in person. “Hey, sorry. I was just outside taking a quick phone call.” “It’s alright, Jude. It’s good to see you.” “You too.” He says with a sweet smile. His eyes finally meet mine, he looks at me with an even bigger smile. “Y/N, why don’t you and Jude head over to the kitchen. You can get him a drink that he fancies and you two can catch up.” I don’t say anything and nod awkwardly and lead Jude into the kitchen as he trails behind me. “Hey.” He says. “Hey. It’s been a while.” I say. He pulls me into a hug, those hugs I’ve missed. He honestly gives the best hugs. This also makes me realise he’s gotten taller, although Jobe is taller than him. I think it’s more crazy to think Jobe being taller than me because Jude has always been taller even when we were younger. “What would you like to drink?” “A glass of water is just fine.” I pour him a glass of water and hand it over. “Thank you. So how’s uni been?” Ugh, I really don’t want to think about that. It just brings back thoughts of Brandon. “It’s okay… just a little stressful.” “Oh, how comes? Sorry, that’s a silly question. Of course you’re gonna be stressed with uni.” “Yeah, especially law.” “Don’t worry, you’ll smash it! You’ve been always been so smart Y/N, no wonder why you’re studying law.” I blush at Jude’s compliment and he chuckles. “So how’s everything going on with you, Mr. REAL MADRID!” “It’s good. It’s always been my dream, so it feels surreal but I feel very grateful for everything I’ve accomplished so far. And I can’t wait to see what the future holds with my career.” I smile, it genuinely makes me so happy to see him living his dream. “Y/N… there’s something I…” Jude says and then is interrupted by my mum entering the kitchen with Denise behind her. “Y/N love, go get your brother and Jobe. It’s dinner time.”

After dinner, the parents are all downstairs, Nathan and Jobe are resuming with their video games and I bring Jude up to my room so we can catch up more in private. “Your room looks the exact same.” He comments. “Yeah I plan to keep this way, my room in my uni dorm is much more… well mature-looking. I think when I do finish with uni and move out, I’ll have a more appropriate room for adults but I want to keep my room at my parent’s house how it’s always been.” Jude chuckles, he goes and lies in my bed and looks at the pictures hanging on the wall. “Those pictures are bringing back so many memories…” “Yeah… I miss those times.” I say lying down next to him. Jude then looks at me and I face him and we look at each other directly in the eyes. I’ve got butterflies in my stomach, “I missed you, Y/N. I’m sorry how things have changed between us..” “I missed you too, J.” Oh that nickname, I miss calling him that. “It’s none of our faults, we both got busy with life.” “It should’ve never happened, I should have put more effort in. The long distance, my career, you starting uni are no excuses for our friendship to be how it is now. I love you, you are my best friend. Me being here with you tonight feels like no time has passed. You don’t feel like a stranger, you feel like my best friend, my Y/N.” Wow. I thought Jude didn’t care about me or wasn’t bothered about our friendship. But boy, was I wrong. I grab his hand, “Jude, I love you too. I should have put in effort as well, it takes two to tango. There’s nothing we can do about the past but I think we can work around it. I can come visit you in Spain, you can sometimes come over and visit me in uni when you are back in England because I am mostly there. We both just got a bit too busy with our new lives, and when it came to weaving in our old lives with our new, it got a bit too hard for us both. I want to be part of your life and you want to be a part of mine, so I am sorry J for not texting you more often and calling you perhaps instead of just texting. I’ll be honest, I didn’t want to be a bother.” Jude cups my face, “Y/N, you can never be a bother to me. You are my best friend. But you are right about what you said, it was hard sometimes to blend our old and new lives together. It’s not that my new life was better than my old, I was just young and naive and I just didn’t know what to do then. I didn’t just feel devastated leaving my dad and Jobe behind, but you as well. I missed you so much. My life has never been the same without you, all my friends from here, Dortmund, Madrid are amazing but nobody is you, Y/N.” I smile at Jude and I feel his face coming close to mine, then there’s a knock on the door, we instantly get up and I shout “Come in!”. “Jude, we need to go.” Jobe says and Jude gets up from the bed and before he leaves my room, “Y/N, we should hang out some time whilst we’re both on our break. We need to go to that new restaurant in town.” “Yeah sure, that’ll be nice.” I respond with a smile, “Anyways, I’ll be seeing you tomorrow for the party.” “Yeah can’t wait! See you tomorrow, Y/N.” He pulls me into a hug and heads off home with his family. I can’t keep stop thinking about that moment just before Jobe interrupted. Why was Jude moving his face close to mine? Was he about to kiss me? But I don’t think he would kiss his best friend on the lips. This is most likely my imagination. I’ve got my best friend back and I can’t let my imagination or my feelings ruin this. I love Jude too much to lose him.

Part 2 coming soon…

[melanieph321]

heyy,

Coyou do Kenan Yildiz x reader being teen parents?

Love this! ❤️

SEVEN DAYS OF REQUESTS 3.0

(DAY 5)

Kenan Yildiz x Reader - Only For One Day

Enjoy!

Your son turned five today. As a single mother, you always feard inadequacy. You feard not being enough or doing enough to keep your only child happy. And today was one of those days.

Despite being surrounded by friends and family, with a cake to feed a whole village, your son, Romeo, couldn't be more miserable on his birthday.

"Time to make a wish." Your mom said, having lit the last birthday candle. The cake was set on the table before your son, who regarded it with furrowed brows.

"Go on baby, blow out the candles and make a wish." You encouraged.

His frown deepend, followed by a shake of his head. "I want daddy to help me blow them out."

Your heart dropped.

"Great, I guess that means no cake for us."

"Dad, please." You sighed and knelt down before your son's chair. "Baby, we've talked about this, haven't we?" Daddy couldn't make it today because of his very important job. But he sent you some really nice gifts, didn't he?"

"I don't want gifts, I want daddy!"

It was heartbreaking to see Romeo storm up to his room, abandoning his own birthday celebrations. You were quickly consoled by your family, all of them telling you that you weren't the one to blame. However, it didn't feel fair to blame it all on Kenan. No matter how hard you tried, the two of you just couldn't make the relationship work. The endless bickering brought out the worst in both of you, eventually leaving your son to grow up in a split home, confused as to why his parents never celebrated his birthday together.

You went to bed late that night, retreating to your room after checking on Romeo, who lay fast asleep in his bed. There, seated on the edge of your bed, you made the tough decision to put your pride aside and call your ex-boyfriend.

"Y/N?"

The phone rang for less than a beat before Kenan's sharp voice sparked through the phone. "Is everything alright? How is Romeo?" He asked, with slight distress considering the late hour of which you decided to call him.

"Romeo is fine." You said, to which Kenan sighed in relief.

"Oh, okay. Good. How was the birthday party? Did he like the things I sent him?"

"Yeah, about that...." You sat with the phone pressed to your ear, imagining Kenan in whatever place in the world he may be. You once made it clear to him that you were to have sole custody of your son. Leaving Kenan to live the life he always dreamt of living, the life of a professional football player. However, as the father of your son, he was free to see Romeo whenever you saw fit. Hopefully, tomorrow was one of those days.

"What? Did something happen at the party?" He asked.

"Yes, Romeo refused to blow out the candles on his birthday cake unless you were there to help him."

"I see."

"Yeah, he was really upset." You said, twisting the corners of your bed sheets.

"You know...." Kenan said, reviving the hopeful beating of your heart. "I'm not too far away. Juventus is playing Turin this weekend, so I'm actually in town tomorrow if you want me to...."

"I want you to." You nodded eagerly, although Kenan wouldn't possible know.

"Great. I'll see you tomorrow then."

"Tomorrow." You shirrped, fast to hang up the phone before regretting ever making the call in the first place. Nevertheless, it was done. Your son was getting the birthday he deserved.

The next day you were a nervous wreck, forcing yourself to put on a brave face as you greeted Kenan at the door.

"Hey, Kenan," you said, trying to sound casual. "Thanks for coming."

"Of course. Wouldn't miss it for the world." Kenan handed you a gift for Romeo. Another one, you thought.

"Thanks again for inviting me," he said, his voice low and smooth.

Your heart skipped a beat as you looked into his eyes. You could see the old spark there, the one that had once made you fall in love with him. However, you pushed those feelings aside, focusing on your son.

Romeo was running around the living room with his cousins, laughing and having the time of his life. Your family had thankfully agreed to a redo of yesterday's celebrations and did not judge your decision to invite Kenan this time around.

As the celebrations went on, you and Kenan found yourselves drawn to each other, not helping to exchange a few pleasantries, and before long, you were laughing and joking again, just like old times. But as the night wore on, you began to feel a pang of sadness. You knew that this was just a temporary reprieve, that the old feelings you had for Kenan would eventually fade, and the two of you would be back to where you were now. Separated. Still, you couldn't help but enjoy the moment to savor the happiness that Kenan brought to your son. He was undoubtedly a great dad.

As the celebrations came to an end, you hugged Romeo tightly, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. "Thank you for coming, Kenan," you said, voice choked with emotion.

"No, thank you," he replied, his voice just as soft. "For giving me the best gift I could ever ask for." He regarded the two you with loving eyes. You smiled, knowing that this was exactly what Romeo needed - to see his parents getting along, if only for one day.

[darkeralmond]

4th Of July

Macklin Celebrini x fem! Reader

synopsis: macklin’s first 4th of july party with y/n’s family

warnings: fluff, slight swearing

word count: 1.2k

a/n: HAPPY 4TH OF JULY TO THOSE WHO CELEBRATE IT!! if you don’t, i hope you enjoy this anyways!! i love you all so much ❤️❤️

Macklin slammed the trunk shut after shoving your luggage in the back. He sat in the passenger’s seat next to you and buckled up. You admired his beauty from where you were. He obviously felt your eyes on him as he turned to you. “What?” he asked while giggling.

“I’m so used to being your passenger princess,” you teased. “You have everything you need?”

He nodded his head then asked, “Do you?”

“Yup! Let’s go!” You put the car in drive and pulled out of the parking lot of Macklin’s apartment. The trip to your parents’ house was long, so you spent the night with your boyfriend so you could leave earlier.

Your family has never met Macklin before, but they knew him as the number 1 pick out of Boston University. This was your last week with him before he left for his development camp in San Jose, so you thought it would be special for him to experience his first 4th of July barbecue with your family.

Most of the car ride was spent with you two listening to music until he ended up falling asleep. He was a snorer when he slept, so you turned up the music to tune him out.

He had already woken up by the time you guys arrived. When you pulled into the driveway, your parents were already waiting on the porch. You parked the car and got out, throwing yourself into your parents’ arms. After briefly reconnecting with them, you introduced Macklin. “Mom. Dad. This is my boyfriend, Macklin!”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Macklin said. He shook your dad’s hand before hugging your mom.

“She hasn’t stopped talking about you. She’s very proud of you,” your mom said. He glanced back at you with a sheepish grin on his face.

“I’ll help you bring bags in,” your dad said as he pat Macklin on the back. While they did that, you and your mom made your way inside.

“Isn’t he cute?” she said while grinning.

“The cutest!” you replied while giggling.

The plan was for you and Macklin to spend tonight and Thursday night here before making the trip back Friday. Then he would fly out on Sunday for San Jose.

…

“What do you think?” you asked as you emerged from the bathroom wearing a blue sundress.

“I think you look beautiful, babe.” He smiled as he got up from your bed and pulled you in. He wore a matching blue polo with khaki shorts. He quickly pecked your lips with a kiss before asking, “Are you almost finished getting ready? Your dad said you needed to help your mom.”

“Just about. I need to do my makeup.” You pulled away from him and went back into the bathroom.

“Alright,” he said. “I’ll be waiting for you downstairs.” He shut the door behind him, leaving you alone in the bathroom.

It didn’t take long for you to head downstairs after getting ready. You entered the kitchen and saw your mom preparing more food. “There you are, Y/N! Could you please get the bags on the table and start decorating. Get Macklin to help you.”

“Yes ma’am,” you said as you went to the dining room table and grabbed the bag of decorations. You went out to the backyard where you saw your dad and Macklin by the grill.

“Babe, can you help me decorate?” you called out to him. He excused himself from your dad and came over to you. “Thank you, baby!”

You began the process of decorating the tables by added red plastic table cloth over them. “I think your parents really like me,” Macklin said as he placed the American Flag paper plates in the center of the table.

“They’re just happy I have a boyfriend now,” you joked.

“Well, I’m lucky it’s me.” He pulled you in again and placed a kiss on your cheek. “I’m super happy I’m spending my last week with you, Y/N.”

It was a bittersweet feeling hearing him say “last week”. You simply smiled as you ran your fingers through his hair. “Me too, Mak.”

…

It didn’t take long for the house to fill up with family and friends. The house was loud, the music was blaring over the speakers, kids were running around everywhere, and the food was incredible.

Everyone loved meeting Macklin due to how charming and kind he wad. He laughed a lot and made everybody around him feel comfortable. He even let the kids chase him with water guns.

When everyone was done eating, you helped your mom with the process of cleaning up. You were cleaning the dishes while your mom stored away food for leftovers.

Macklin eventually came inside and walked up to your mom. “Mrs. Y/L/N, I can help Y/N. You should go and enjoy yourself.”

“Oh, I can’t have you do that. You’re a guest,” she insisted.

“You made the food which means everyone else does the dishes. It’s really no problem.” She hesitated a moment before giving in and leaving you alone with Macklin.

You turned to him and laughed at the fact his shirt had water all over it. “Seems like you had fun!”

He chuckled. “What can I say? I’m good with kids.”

“Of course you are.” You started cleaning dishes again and said, “I wish I would’ve brought you over here sooner.”

“Maybe during my off season!” There was something about his voice that just sounded so sincere… and hopeful that long distance would work.

You then frowned, feeling a sudden wave of sadness wash over you. “I’m not ready for you to go.” Your voice cracked with emotion. He immediately picked up on that and wrapped his arm around you from behind.

“Shh.” The two of you slowly swayed as he kissed the side of your neck. His touch sent sparks shooting through you, and your heart was racing fast. “It’s okay. We’ll make it work.”

“I know, but I’m gonna miss you so much.” You leaned against him, and you could practically hear the smile in his voice. “I love you.”

“I love you too.” You were glad that your mom left. If she saw you two standing there looking into each other’s eyes like love struck fools, she would tease you mercilessly.

The back door then slid open as your nephew yelled out, “The fireworks are starting!”

“Oh shit, we better hurry up.” He pulled away from you and let you lead him out to the backyard while holding his hand.

You found a spot to sit on the lawn and snuggled up with Macklin. The kids also sat around with you and Macklin since they couldn’t get enough of him. You could already tell they viewed him as an uncle.

You watched as the night sky lit up with fireworks. You watched his face light up just the kids as he watched the show. “Best first 4th of July party ever,” he whispered causing you to giggle. You leaned your head on his shoulder and took in the scenery.

[passivenovember]

Being a dad is something he's always wanted. Call it a cliche, right, the all-American, golden boy who's caught up in the idea of four to six snot-nosed brats looking up to him as they try to make sense of all the big and small things because they have no other choice. You only get one dad, right?

He images them, crawling and then walking and then sprinting through the same ancient, brand-new stages of life. Six months, learning the kitchen-magic of how their fingers and toes bend on command. A year, stumbling Jello-legged down a hallway. Fifteen, slamming their bedroom door only to rush, crying, into Steve's arms when he works up the courage to rap his knuckles on the wood like the dad from Full House.

Maybe. It's all Steve's ever wanted. More than that signed Nicks basketball his own dad sent for him when he was twelve. More than Nancy Wheeler. More than his need for mountains, and oceans, and something else.

But then he meets Billy, and it's like all that other shit goes away for a while. None of it disappears, really, but he's got something to focus on, now. Something to work toward, with someone, and that makes it worse, in a way.

Billy finally lets him fuck, and Steve lays in bed that night with an irritatingly awful douchebag drooling a spot onto his chest, and Steve thinks. Knows--

Look, he won't admit it on the first fuck, but this is it for him. He wants to buy this dude house, and he wants wedding rings around the fat and bone of both their fingers, and. He wants babies, with Billy.

Aches Billy to love him.

He wants a life with this asshole. The whole nine. Steve runs his hand through Billy's hair and falls asleep imagining family Christmases, and vacations, and the fragile, shining hope that Billy will wake up tomorrow and swear that he's in love. That Steve is who he's waited 19 years for. That to each other, they'll always belong.

Obviously, that doesn't happen. Maybe.

If it does Steve wouldn't know, because Billy's not a lunatic. He's gone before the sky's fully blue. Leaves his phone number scrawled on the corner of Steve's mirror in Sharpie.

Steve's in love.

So. Immediately, he wants the impossible, but mostly, he just wants Billy. And by some giant, invisible, choking miracle he gets Billy. His body first, and then his thoughts. His laugh, genuine and biting and whole. Billy shares his memories, like pieces of bread dropped in water for hungry birds, for Steve. Achingly slow, he tells his hopes, his dreams, and.

Eventually, one night with his head on Steve's chest he says, "You terrify me. I never want it to end."

So. It's basically love.

Steve's a loose canon when it comes to this feeling. Pedal to the medal, he shoots through walls with bright red booming firepower until everything is cracked and bleeding and open around them. Until there's room enough to say, "I love you, move in with me."

So, Billy does. Impossible.

Wonderful and joking, even though it's not a joke when Steve's parents meet him on move in day and Steve's dad is thrilled that Billy knows shit about cars, and Steve's mom likes that Billy has a weathered recipe book that was, "passed down from my grandma, back in California," for her to find a place for in their tiny, warm kitchen while she unpacks.

"He's very nice," Steve's mother says, "Respectful. Handsome." In that same wistful, sleepy tone that she used when she first called Nancy wheeler sweet. Beautiful.

"He's a fine young man, son," Steve's dad tells him. "Try not to run him off."

Steve watches them reverse from the ratty, rocky, untamed driveway, with his heart in his throat. Imagines the day he and Billy will leave their kids, supported and loved fiercely, to make that wobbly step toward the brush-fire shore of their lives.

--

Steve's plan for the future lives and breathes in a small, tucked-away corner in his mind for months. He nearly chokes to death on it, several times a day, watching Billy relax into his routine.

Billy cooks dinner every night. They eat on the couch in their boxers, dishes left on the coffee table until Billy kisses him awake in the blue light of the television, "Let's go to bed, baby," he says. Steve always notices that the plates and cups are cleared away, the living room tidy for the dawn.

Billy buys a shovel and digs two holes in their patchy backyard. Steve watches him from the kitchen window, wondering what the cavities will grow with the start of spring.

Billy plants a clothesline. "My mom used to dry our clothes this way," He says, when Steve raises an eyebrow. He tacks sheets and sweaters to sway in the sunlight. Talks about laying a patio out there, so they can grill for people when it's warm.

Steve gets hard from the image of himself, in an apron, grilling hot dogs and hamburgers for their friends, first, and kids. Someday. A total dad.

--

Billy makes use of his library card and checks out every book about homesteading he can find. He learns about gardening, and bricklaying, and how to buff gashes out of hardwood floors. For his birthday, Billy hints at a Better Homes and Gardens subscription.

When Steve forks out the cash and the May issue arrives in the mail two months later, Billy presses a hasty kiss to his forehead and disappears onto the porch. He spends his Sunday afternoons with sticky notes and an overused ballpoint pen from that moment on, circling things that have no rhyme or reason, to Steve.

--

They've been living in their house for six months when Billy says, suddenly, "We should see if we can buy it." Like he's been planning his own version of their future.

It's Sunday, and he's just come up for air from Better Homes and Gardens. There's a cheese plate in his hands. He's parked by the front door, on his way out, looking startled as if the words escaped from a caged area buried deep inside of him.

"Huh?" Steve's more of the lay-around-and-rot-in-his-underwear-on-Sunday's type. He's eating ice cream out of the container, distracted by something Barney Fife says. He laughs.

"We should buy the place," Billy tells him.

Steve blinks, "The house?"

"It's our house," Billy says delicately, with all the weight of the world resting on him.

Steve looks up from the television set, shocked that Billy's hair is wet in some places and drying in others. As if he was being groomed by some large, impatient cat. He peers around Billy, out the screen door. "Is it raining?"

"Sprinkling," Billy says, "I have an umbrella."

"Your magazine's gonna get wet."

"I'm reading The Grapes of Wrath," Billy tells him, pulling a weathered copy out from under his cheese plate.

"Sure, but if the rain picks up, your book--"

"--The characters could use a little water," Billy says, "They're trapped in the dust bowl."

"I'm in love with you," Steve says. Like it's the first time he's ever admitted something like this out loud. So it's a surprise. "I like that you read. I like that you talk about everything like it's real."

Billy pads over to the couch and knocks Steve's legs apart. He settles on the arm of the thing, cold, wet toes pressing into Steve's thigh. Steve winces, sputtering when Billy feeds him a slice of American cheese wrapped in bologna.

He chews. Swallows. "I need to make more money, baby."

"Why," Billy asks, feeding himself.

"Because," Steve chokes on the next round Billy feeds him, heart soaring when Billy smiles, "Because if we're gonna lay a patio and grill for our friends I want to make sure you have decent ingredients."

"I don't mind the cheap stuff."

"You deserve better," Than what I can provide, Steve doesn't say.

Billy shrugs, feeding him another round of cheese and meat. "Well, if we're following through with the patio and the grill--"

"--And a porch awning," Steve says, feeding Billy a slice of cheese, "I'm adding that to the list. You can’t read your book and eat snacks while holding a fucking umbrella over your head."

Billy stares at him, swallowing and red cheeked. "I think any sort of permanent installment has to be cleared through the landlord."

Steve thinks about it, humming low when Billy slips off the armrest and settles, heavily, into his lap. "So, we buy the place."

"I need a better job, too."

"We'll look when the paper comes tomorrow."

They lapse into silence, eating cheese and bologna until it's gone, then they move to the ice cream Steve was working his way through, chuckling at The Andy Grifith Show.

It starts pouring rain, little hammers falling on the roof until the power flickers. "I want to make this house nice for you," Billy says.

Steve looks at him. "It's already nice."

"It could be better," Billy says, fiddling with the hair on Steve's chest. "We could have a garden. And I think the beige walls are boring as shit, we need to get some wallpaper. Or paint, or something."

"What else should we do?"

Billy shrugs, "The kitchen needs a rug. I saw this book at the library about how old men in Russia and China and shit learn to weave rugs on giant wooden looms. Some of them have seaters, and others hang them from the ceiling. Your car needs a new power steering pump--"

"--Sounds like you need a shed."

"Yeah, I guess so," Billy says. He grins, and then his brows furrow. "But. Steve, I want to build us a life, here. I want to start my life with you, I don't want to wait until we move to something we own, because I like this house, and I feel like when we start to grow our family, we can--"

Steve's heart stops beating.

His vision tunnels, all his focus collapsing on the words Billy says. Phrases that sound wonderful and impossible, all knitting together to equal nurseries built from two-by-four.

Billy stares at him cheeks red. "Sorry, I know we haven't talked about any of this. I get excited."

"I'm in love with you," Steve tells him, breathless.

"I know, dumbass, I'm in love with you."

Steve kisses him. Pulls away. "You really wanna buy a house?"

"Yeah. Not a house, this house."

"You wanna have my babies?"

Billy tugs on his chest hair, grinning when Steve yelps. "Maybe you wanna have my babies, instead."

"Sure," Steve tells him immediately, "Yeah, anything you want."

"I'm going back onto the porch," Billy says, "We'll start with the job listings in the paper."

Steve watches him go. Thinks he could be alright at this, being a husband and a father. Someday.

Right now, he's alright at being Billy's.

[sukioyakio]

“Use me then”- R. 𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐔𝐍𝐀

Sukuna hadn’t been the best person in your life,he was a dumb fuck and he knew that.He knew he shouldn’t have left you alone when you needed him the most.

When you were pregnant with his baby girl.He knew he fucked up.Moreover his whole life has been fucked up,finding his parents died in a young age and how he knew that violence was the thing that bring him a long way.

Foster home wasn’t just hell but a free for all,only those who are willing to make a name out of themselves will get to see a future themselves.He would have to learn that having feeling is just a useless thing.

After being heartbroken by someone he thought he could love,after being someone punching bag for entertainment and being beaten almost to death.Scars all over him with each of them being a reminder of how bad it was for him.

He didn’t get to live a normal life when he was younger constantly fighting for himself.He became more cruel and more cold,no longer giving a fuck about anyone else.

He knew that nothing he could make up for his own mistakes for treating like you did anything to deserve it.

You both knew each other from college but that not when you guys started dating,you started to date after a one and a half year later.

You fell for him despite of his frigid behavior.You wanted to prove that you would be the best girlfriend.You were just a hopeless romantic and you didn’t care about his cold behavior.

And he just accepted it to only used you for his benefits.

But no matter what you did he’ll just blocked you out and constantly being used.And when you guys did it,he forgot to put the condom on and so a week later you had called him when he was flirting with some other girl at a bar.

he just told you that he’ll come later.

While he was cheating with you with someone else,you were excited about it,to tell him about the future you had thought about.And how you couldn’t wait to be a mother.

But when you had open the front doors to your apartment,something in your gut told you that you weren’t going to like this talk but you were love sick idiot for him and completely ignored that feeling.

When you were talking about how your day went,being animated and all.He nonchalantly told you just to get to the point.

You had such a big smile on when you announced it. “I’m pregnant! Sukuna I’m having your baby,we’ll be parents”

You looked at him with warm smile to only see his eyebrows furrowed down in an utter disbelief.You said it again guessing that he didn’t hear you correctly but his face made a unreadable expression as he started to walk towards the door.

All in that moment you could almost hear the tearing sound of your heart being broken into pieces and it hurt.

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna?”

“Sukuna!?”

“SUKUNA?!?”

You yelled at him while running after him grabbing his wrists pleading with him,cause you didnt know if you’ll be okay with just yourself supporting a baby.Your lips were trembling and your every breath was like it was venom had token your lungs.

Tears were flowing down your cheeks.And he just stood there with complete silence.You began to beg for him to talk,for you guys to talk about it together.

“Please don’t l-leave me , p-please” you choke on your tears.Red optics eye bore into her widened,watering eyes.Finally saying something to you.

“I think it just better to break up” He says that and nothing more and then snatched off his hand now walking away leaving you alone with hot painful tears flowing down your cheeks.

The only thing you heard was the sounds of his Shoes slowly getting quieter until it was just silence.Your heart right there summer in the depths of your chest broken by your vision of love.

It was a vast expanse of emptiness,where even the smallest sound wouldn’t dare not tread the silence. [*]

A few years later Sukuna was now more stable than before,Having a big success with his company.

Making collaboration with other big brands and marketers.Having multiple modeling teams to make sure of his presence is well known and that only made a fan base of him.He was making multiple big deals that people would only dream off.

He was particularly smart at making sure that his company wouldn’t go down anything time soon.Even after all this success in Japan he would still have much more work to accomplish in others countries but he doesn’t have to worry about that right now.

He now had everything that he never had when he was young and everything he’ll need.Every decision he made was to make it all work in the end.

Right?

But some wounds weren’t meant to heal and some will eventually hurt you more than others.

When he left you he thought that he would be the best for him and for you too.He didn’t want any of unavoidable feeling of love,it wouldn’t do anything but drag him. He already knew at some point he was going to break up with you sometime soon.

But your voice of pain still rings throughout his head after all these years.Sometimes even coming back as nightmares or some sorts.

He thought that maybe if he just have nights stands he would get over it.It irritated him for some reason.He didn’t need some extra feelings of you.

But nothing worked,and now he’s sit in his office at random point of time thinking about what was the gender of his baby.

But now he knows that he is the worst father ever to have.And he didn’t have to hear those words from anyone else to tell him that.The better thing to do is just to move forward and forget about it.

It was just a normal day walking around the city without the need of being followed or being bothered by the paparazzi or whatever the case would be.

The sun light shining the city with a bright golden glow making the city warm.And with the sun shining it’s companion with the wind breeze keeping citizens of Tokyo from dying from the heat.In perfect sense it was a great day to go out and enjoy the day off.

Multiple citizens walked through the streets of Tokyo the streets were filled with lifeness sparkling with color all around and people walking with a smile or with a sense of urgent need to get to a certain place.While Sukuna didn’t have any place to go to so he just walked throughout the city even the high crime rates part of Tokyo.

The only reason he wasn’t getting bothered was because he had a black washable dye and it work wonders and having his tattoos covered by makeup. No one recognize him.

Now he made his way towards a park,to get away from the crowd of people.His body walking down the entrance of it.Completely in his head space enjoying the scenery.Not minding the children running around with their sequels.

Until he heard a voice in the group of parents with their children who were playing or watching their children play.

A distant Laughter came through the group there;A laugh he knew too well.His legs taking him towards that voice without even noticing his actions. His large figure making it way to move around,his eyes looking around in such an intense manner.

His body froze,his mind going silent.As his almost blood like eyes widened.His heart slowly beating against his chest.

He spotted a child with striking pink long hair with such a radiant laughter,a young girl that is made his heart began to filled with warmth.

Something that he thought was meaningless.

Sukuna’s heart raced with uncertainty as he faced the unknowingly future.

He just stood there watching the girl with an urge to ask the girl question.Whether if the girl dyed the hair pink or did she ever get to see her dad or-And then you showed In his view.

“There you are,you little troll” you spoke with a playful voice,grabbing your daughter and swinging her around in the air.You were smiling so care carefullyfree,with the little spawn of joy giggling wildly.

“PffhaHahhaha!!Stop it mom!Your gonna get me dizzy if uou continue” The young girl says as her laughter danced through the air like a soft melody.

The world blurs itself out as he watches you.when he sees you he immediately knows that you were something that shouldn’t have been token so dryly;all the nights were you were there for him,all the love you spent on him and what did he gave you in return.

Nothing,nothing not even a small amount of time of love to you.You have every right to hate him for that.

There a lot of ‘what if’s’ in his mind but one thing is certain that he would’ve had a family.

He probably didnt know that he was looking at you guys to long.That was until your eyes meet his making eye contact.

Their stares remained interlocked, neither of them making a move to look away.It you could tell who is his even with all the disguise.Your eyes widened with disbelief as Your face turned into an icy expression.You turned your head now forcing yourself to walk forward paying attention to your daughter that was in your arms.

Sukuna soul felt burdened with the echoes of her sorrows.

“It doesn’t matter now,at least that their better without me” Sukuna spoke in his mind,but he’s heart felt heavy like it knew that if he thinks by walking away from all this is going to make it better then he wrong.

Blinded by his own heart he walks after you,keeping his composure straight and stern.As he reaches his hand to lay his hand on your shoulder,getting your attention and your daughter as well.

Your head turned around to see his body but you stare up to see his ironic red eyes the same one you have nightmares about,the same one that broke your heart a thousand times.

The same blood like eyes that you fall in love with.

Your heart sting with dreadful pain just from looking at him,you knew it was him even if he’s hide his most dominant features.

Your daughter looks at you with concern that you don’t mistake it for sadness.

You place her down on the ground and whipser her something softly,to not her pretty face worry about it.You told her simply to wait and sit in the grass until she come back then they will get ice cream after and which she does.

Now paying mind to him as you changed your expression to the same icy expression.

“What do you want” You said straight to the point as you won’t allow yourself to break down again infront of him.

Nothing come out,because he didn’t know what to say to you,Nothing came out of his mouth.He usually always had something to say.

You couldn’t take it,you hated the man that stand in front of you.

”I doubt you’ll forgive me for all of this-

you instantly interrupted him.

“it too late for apologize Sukuna,you already showed me that I’ll have to be guarded when it comes to giving people my heart.”

You said heartlessly,almost with coming out hurt.But you didn't stop there,all the suspense emotions were coming out.

“God I hate you! I hate you for leaving me!!A simple Fucking sorry ISNT going to make up for the things you made me go through! You-tears falling down your cheeks rapidly-… I fucking hate you.I hate that I fell for you,g-Gave you my heart for what?”

You wipe off your tears.Your voice rising in pitch as your eyes brow knitting together in frustration and hands clenching tightly in a ball into fist.

“B-but I’ll n-never . . Hate you for her,for g-giving me a beautiful g-girl”

you said with a sad smile that quickly removed from your face,Your chest rising up and down.As you could hear the voices of the kids giggling in the background.

The tension between you and him was unpalatable,the air was so thick that it felt like he was going to suffocate.

A pair of warm hands warp around you pulling you into a warm embrace.

“I-I -a heavy sigh came out of his mouth- . . . Sorry,I don’t -no I know that you won’t forgive me.You have every reason to yell at me, . . tell me that I’m shit for everything.” His voice swiftly He felt your hands were pushing him away but he continued on his embrace.He could fell your tears dampen his clothes.

“L-let go of me . . . I Don’t h-have time for you-u,i don’t need you anymore in my life,Sukuna.So it better if we just don’t talk.”

His throat felt so dry like as if he didn’t drink any water.He fucked up so badly.A wound that would never heal.You politely removed your body from his embrace and wipe your face with your hands wiping off the tears.Now walking away from him and towards where your daughter was.

The wind blows gently through your body as you see your daughter playing around with a boy with black hair;smiling with joy, making you form a small smile.

You felt a hand on your shoulder immediately knowing it was Sukuna,you brushed off his hand off your shoulder.Before you could even get anything out your mouth.

“Use me then”

A shiver ran down her spine as his voice took on an eerie, otherworldly quality of vulnerability.That made her question if it was the wind that was playing with her mind or it just herself thinking that she heard him in such a state.

”what” You said with disbelief lancing your voice,Your uncertainty was reflected in your hesitant movements and furrowed brow.

You tilted your head in confusion,your eyes trying to discern the almost-too-serious expression on Sukuna face.Just for Sukuna repeat his words.

“Use me then” He said in a serious manner,His red eyes looking straight at you.He knew what he was saying was stupid and wouldn’t cure anything but it worth trying.

Your eyes widens lanced with disbelief.you let out a huff out laugh as you ran your finger though your hair.

“What . . No Sukuna,I-a deep shaky sigh gets out of your lungs- I told you I want nothing to deal with you” You said with a bit of raspiness to your voice from the crying and yelling.You eyes finally looking at Sukuna’s eyes.His eyes usually showed a stern cold expression but right now it soften and regretful glazes upon his blood like eyes.

“Use me then, Use me for money,for paying your bills,driving you and her placing,Use me for anything,it doesn’t matter” He said as you just notice how close he got to you.You could hear it now,it wasn’t your mind playing tricks on you;you could hear that vulnerability in his voice so much clearer.

You didn’t know what to say or respond to him,your mouth was shut and like it sealed up.That until you felt a strong hit towards your knee,to only see your daughter squealing.

“MOMM!! Hahah-HELp me!!Before Cole Comes and get me!!” Your daughter says with A loud giggle as She let go of your legs and tans a complete of distance away from you and Sukuna to get playfully tackled by a boy with black hair and purple eyes.

You hadn’t completely forgotten his offer,You take a deep breath before looking at your phone to see how much time as pass.

His eyes were dead set on you but You can see that he’s eyes had a bit of amusement in them.To you you could recognize him even if he had black hair or hide his tattoos on his face and body,you could still tell it him from his red ironic eyes.His body cast a shadow over you.

“I-ill think about this later” You said,now completely walking towards your daughter.With head now full of thoughts now.As you smiling see your daughter ‘Nova ryomen’ Tackling the boy down with a playful smirk on her soft cheek.

You told her that it time to go home and to say goodbye to the boy,which she kinda refused to do having a big sad pout of your cute little face.But she eventually did,as you hold her hand in and then taking her to a ice cream shop for her.You order with a genuine smile on your lips as you watched her eat her ice cream while you guys were walking towards the house.

“use me then”

his words were repeated in your head like a curse.You don’t need him anyway right?You just gotta keep moving forward even if life isn’t the best for you but it could be and will be better for nova.That night you had received a text from a unknown person but you ignore it went to sleep.

Credits to my lovely editor(my bestie) who I made her read this 🫶.

tag list: @10yo-anonnie @scoobysnakz @lynxslokley

Made by @sukioyakio

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[xxbimbobunnyxx]

Hush, Little Lamb (farmhand!Jj x Farmers Daughter!reader)

Wk: 837. Hair pulling, rough unprotected sex, voyeurism kinda?, secret relationship, reader has the nickname “Lamb” 18+MDNI!!

Your cutoff overalls pool at your ankles as the scratchy hay digs into your palms. It would almost hurt if the pleasure Jj was giving you as he plowed into you from behind wasn’t so all consuming. You clutch onto the straws for purchase, the scratchy pasturage grazing over your exposed nipples each time he hits you with a particularly hard thrust of his hips.

“Takin’ me so well Darlin’, look at you. Prettiest girl I ever did see suckin’ my cock in like it was goddamn made for her.” One of Jj’s hands is gripping onto your ass so tightly that you’re sure it’ll leave marks and god, you don’t even care that you won’t be able to wear your favorite bikini until it fades because you love it when he leaves his marks on you. His other hand has your two braids laced through his large fingers as he yanks on them roughly.

“So good, jayj, so so good.” You whine as you arch your back causing him to hit deeper inside you than before. “Oh fuck!”

“Shh c’mon baby, wouldn’t want your Pops to hear you, would ya?” He uses his grip on your hair to yank your head back so the expanse of your neck is exposed and he can sink his teeth into your delicate skin.

“Oh fuuuuck, yes, please make me cum.” You whine as you push your hips back to meet his aggressive thrusts the best you can, your tight wet cunt swallowing him whole with each push of both of your hips.

“Pretty little lamb fell victim to the big bag wolf, look at you. S’pretty for me. Beggin’ me to cum.” Jj releases his grip on your hair so he can grab onto your jaw, he squishes your cheeks together, his blue irises drinking in the fucked out look on your face. “You wanna cum? Beg for it.”

“Please, let me cum on your cock, I’ll be so good for you, I’ll do anythin’ - fuck!” You’re cut off when he bends his knees a little, angling his hips so his cock hits you even deeper. He brings his fingers up to your lips and you take the hint, immediately sucking them between your lips.

“Yeah, that’s right, get em’ nice n’ wet for me, sugar.” Jj pulls them from your warm, hot, mouth so he can snake his hand between the two of you and rub his slick digits against your puffy clit.

“Oh my god, yes, yes, yes. I’m gonna cum, I’m gonna cum on your cock.” Your moans increase in volume as your pussy starts to flutter around his thick cock and Jj can feel his balls start to tighten.

“Baby, you know I love it when you talk like that but I’m gonna need you to quiet down, alright?” Jj continues his ministrations on your clit as he brings his other large, calloused hand up to muffle your pornographic moans. “Shh, just cum for me.”

Your eyes roll back and your pussy squeezes around his cock as Jj hits you with deep, hard, precise strokes of his hips. The clapping of skin on skin and your muffled whines bounce off the thick barn walls as he brings you to your end.

“Yeah, that’s it, that’s my girl. S’good for me, sugar. Gonna fuck this pussy so full it’ll be drippin’ down your legs while you sit at the dinner table with your parents actin’ all innocent. When you’re really just a little whore for me, huh?” The slight shake of your head and the little whimpers leaving your lips that he can feel against his palm send him over the edge. Jj’s hips still against your own as his cock twitches inside you, filling you with ropes of his cum.

“Goddamn.” Jj lets out a soft chuckle as he pulls out of you and grips onto your hips to flip you towards him. “You’re somethin’ else, ya know that?”

“Yeah? Well you’re not so bad yourself, farm boy.” You smile up at him sweetly as you loop your hands around his neck, looking at him like he practically hung the stars. He gives you that goofy smirk that always has butterflies erupting in your stomach before leaning down to kiss you in the way that never fails to make you weak in the knees.

You start to get lost in the kiss, not even caring that you’re still half dressed when you’re snapped from your little bubble by the sound of your dads voice calling your name.

“Where ya at, lamb? It’s time for supper!” You quickly jump apart from Jj as you hear him growing closer, hastily adjusting your clothes.

“I’m comin’ Pa!! I was just checkin’ on the baby goats is all!!” You grab onto Jj’s face, pulling him in for a chaste kiss before running away from him towards your house. Taking his heart with you. He watches after you dreamily until your back door is closed and you’re out of sight.

[w2soneshots]

The best -W2S

Words: 0.5k+

Warnings: none just a load of fluff.

Summary: headcanons of Harry being the best dad.

a/n: hi my babies! I’m super busy at the moment so instead of a full fic I thought I’d just write some quick headcanons for you all🫶🏼. Enjoy!!🧸💘

Harry was a nervous wreck when you gave birth to your little girl. But as soon as he held her in his arms all of his worries disappeared, and all he could focus on was your baby.

The first week of being parents was… stressful. Nether you nor Harry knew what you were doing; you just kind of made it up as you went along (which is what most first time parents do).

Harry was a natural though. He took care of you postpartum while making sure the baby was fed, changed and peacefully asleep. Making you somehow love him even more than you already did.

Once you hit the one month mark everything seemed to fall into place. You now had a proper routine, you were fully recovered and the baby was perfectly happy and healthy.

One night after a sidemen shoot Harry returned home with a massive costco teddy bear in his arms. It was almost twice the size of you and could barely fit through the door. He’d taken it after they filmed a ‘mystery box challenge’ since he thought the baby would like it. You burst into tears at the sentiment (hormones). Immediately Harry began to stress. "I’m sorry babe, I can take it back! Don’t cry!" You replied quickly. "No, I love it Haz. That was really sweet.”

Faith made sure to keep in touch with you and she told you on multiple occasions that she was always there if you had a question (since she’s already done the whole newborn thing) or just needed to chat.

You and Harry would regularly sit on your couch and admire the bundle of joy that smiled her cute little gummy smile at you. Both of you completely content with the family you’d created.

Though at times it was difficult, like when the baby just wouldn’t stop crying or the both of you were exhausted and didn’t feel like holding a conversation, you had only gotten closer over the past few weeks. It was like you’d unlocked a new appreciation for each other.

Harry thought you were incredible. You’d gone through nine months of pregnancy, given birth and taken amazing care of a newborn baby all while not complaining once. Ethan had told him that women were literally superheroes but he’d never experienced it first hand until now.

At three months you went on your first family holiday. It felt incredible to lay in the warm sun since it’d been so miserable in London. Harry made sure that your baby was always in the shade and he loved getting her dressed in all the cute summery clothes.

You’d always laugh slightly at how excited he became when she finally woke up from her nap and he could cuddle her again.

When the boys and girls met your baby it was lovely. JJ held her so carefully; like she was a piece of glass that could shatter at any given moment.

Talia had spoken to you about wanting kids in the near future but seeing Simon with your daughter made her feel ready which you were very happy and excited about.

All in all Harry is the best dad, loves his girls very much and would do anything for them.

[strwbberrriii]

Leon Kennedy Headcanons ♡

my Leon headcanons because i love him and think about him about him constantly, so enjoy my hcs about this man <3

some are silly and random, some are romantic.

-he's such a SWEETHEART.

-omg. he's a sweetie. i can't with this man. he makes me smile and giggle every time i see him. he's such a himbo you guys.

-he speaks italian, english and spanish. since he is from Italy (or rather, his parents are), he's known the language since birth. then learned english when he got to kindergarten.

-i don't think his english or spanish are the best though since they're not his first. he'll sometimes be forget some english words when talking to somebody, so he replaces them with italian ones and his coworks are just like "what???" 🤨

-has definitely said "wow there partner" or "wow there cowboy" when somebody pisses him off.

-he likes both women and men. he has no preference either. i see him as either bi or pan, probably more pan leaning since that's what i am.

-he's literally such a good boyfriend, i can't. even if you too aren't dating and are just friends, he's so sweet. i would gladly given him a kiss on the cheek if i could.

-if you we're to get your period, he'll buy you pads and tampons. if you get cramps, he'll sit on the ground or lay in bed with you and rub your back. he'll go "i'm so sorry baby." :(

-his favorite colors (and color pallet) are blue and black. the blue is meant to represent stylishness.

-he's so dog coded. like just full on golden retriever energy.

-likes lizards. bc i said so.

-goes to NICU and rocks babies with Rebecca sometimes, it makes his life feel somewhat normal and i love that for him <3 also girl dad leon. "girl dad leon!" we all say in unison.

-his birthday is around july-august, my brain says July 25th for some reason.

-if you're taking to long to get ready, he will threaten to leave you behind but he's not. you know it. he knows it. everyone knows it. "will you hurry up baby? i will leave you." "no you won't." "you're right, i probably won't...just hurry up, please."

-calls you baby, babe, and sweetheart. i just picture him calling you something basic or something.

-goes to a coffee shop every morning and gets the same coffee to start his day off strong. his drink choice is either really plain or stupidly girl 😭😭

-also leon is a fashion icon. especially older leon. you can deny it all you want, but in the end, we know he's cunty. like cunty cunty. like he has his bachelor in cuntology with a major in motherlogical studies at the university of servington.

-motorcycle rides!!!!!!!!!! :3 (re6-)

-as a teenager, he had really bad acne, so during re2 and generation he has a skin care routine but never tells anyone (only Krauser knows. he kinda approves, Krauser is all about taking care of yourselves to improve), so he washes his face before bed, takes meds for his skin, and puts medicine all over his face.

-however as his mental heath declines, he'll stop doing it, and his acne will either stay the same or get as bad as it was in teenager.

-also Krauser is HIGHLY against facial hair and forced Leon to shave it. but after he dies, leon stops giving a shit.

-his favorite my little pony characters are fluttershy and rainbow dash of course.

also i made a playlist for him, so you wanna listen to it, here's the link: https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0uLAoUjwZaXzxcH8uCt7yP?si=a3f2e9cf27b54365 also the songs are not what i think he would like, it's just songs that remind of him :D

[hanbinniesmango]

PU reacting to your baby photos

kyy note//: helloo guys, figured i wanted to finish this so hope you guys like it!! hope everyone who celebrates 4th of july had fun!!🤍🤎. p.s. PU means performance unit

hoshi: thinks your so cute and will 100% go on a rampage about how your children will look. maybe ask if he can make the baby’s room tiger themed and you’re like ?? still smiling at him. probably in his alone time would download one of those apps that merge faces and show how people’s children would look like and does it to you guys. he will definitely be thinking about this the rest of the day and maybe days to come!! probably has a breeding kink… (who said that🐯) but anyways best believe this is not the first time he’ll bring up your babies. would definitely be up for trying for some… (ok i’m done sorry😞) “you’re such a cute baby!! how do you think ours would look, hm?” he says while looking at the picture then to you. “they definitely would have your cute little face.” you says before tapping his nose with a smile, making his face scrunch up happily.

jun: obv be all soft about it, would get extra cuddly whilst your showing him the pictures. “you looked so adorable!” he would say with a big smile. “does that mean i’m not adorable now?” you say with a fake pout. “wait—no- i mean you are still adorable—stop twisting my words!” he yelps out, mildy upset. “haha, im just kidding junnie" you say giggling once more at him, him frowning at you. "is this how you acted when you were a kid?" he says with an eye roll. you nod your head with a smirk. "bless your parents, sheesh!" you dramatically scoff at him and laughs. "ok, rude!!" you say folding your arms. "im just babyyyy, right?" you giggle and roll your eyes the same as him. "im guessing you don't want to see the other pics?" then hes quick to shuffle over to you and squeeze you in his embrace, whining out a loud, "nooo! let me see 'em!!"

the8: he’d act so nonchalant about it, but under that shell, he’d be so bubbly and giddy, imagining how your kids would look, would be making all the scenarios in the world until you had to snap him out of his thought process. “don’t i look so adorable?” you look at him and see him zoned out. “hao?…hao you there?” you say after shaking him once making him look down at you on his side with a head tilt. “hm? yea you do look adorable.” he says with a smile. you smirk knowing what could possibly be on his mind. “what’s going on in that pretty head of yours hao?” you say with a giggle. he feels his face heat up the smallest bit, huffing out. “just thinking about how our children together would look sweetheart, just imagining the best.” he says with chuckle before ruffling your hair. “you were acting so calm about it, deep down you’re so giddy about me right?” he looks away with a grin then back at you then sighs, “i guess you could say that…” “hey! why do you sound so iffy!!” you say with a gasp and dramatic gasp. he shrugs his shoulders then laughs at your reaction. “remind me to never show you my baby pictures ever again!” you say with a eye roll. he hugs up to you and kisses your cheek in an attempt to apologize, smile still on his lips. you look down at him in faux frustration and then back up with a grin. “you’re lucky you’re mine and handsome.” leaving him chuckling.

dino: you guys would just be having fun swooning over both younger pictures of each other, making little jokes while cuddling. “i can see the little michael jackson in you in this picture! you must’ve gotten the spirit early on!” you say with a laugh while zooming in on the face. “do you still think my face looks the same?” he says with a head tilt. “definitely! only difference is you look cute in the picture and now you look hot!” he smirks at you hugging up to you tighter. “i can still be cute!” he says in denial. “hm…i don’t know about that…” you say with fake disgust. “wow!” he rolls his eyes at you with a laugh. “don’t you wanna see my pictures channie?” “no, i don’t wanna see how much of a dirt eater you were…” now it’s your turn to gasp dramatically. “just saying!” he says making you both laugh and continue showing the pictures.

[zweiginator]

More forbidden love! Once the results of the election are about to be public, both of your fathers are at their respective places with their crews, the local news broadcasting live from both of their stations. Meanwhile, you and Patrick are in some cheap ass hotel room, naked after a session and snuggled together, watching in the shitty little TV how it's all gonna untold. But neither of you could core. You're both just so in love with one another.

the whole summer after the gala where you and patrick met is full of sneaking around, late night hushed phone calls and joy rides in patrick's luxury SUV; a gift from his father for winning a big championship the year before.

your families both have several houses; ski houses, summer houses, lake houses, beach houses--plenty of places to sneak around.

both of your beach and lake houses are driving distance, so you go wherever your family is not, making excuses about having to meet up with an old friend. patrick pretends he has private lessons.

you skinny dip in the pool and smoke joints on the dock under the moonlight. patrick fucks you on your father's boat; it rocks against the dock as he pushes into you, the beach towel laid out beneath you bunching up with every thrust.

early one morning, your parents arrive while patrick has your legs over his shoulders, his hands holding your waist tightly. his low grunts stop when he hears the front door open, the deep rumble of your father's voice.

"fuck." you say. "fuck!"

patrick pulls out, shimmies into his boxers and swim trunks. you push him into your closet, throwing his tennis shoes inside as well.

"my wallet is on your nightstand. and throw me my bag."

you get rid of patrick's things, shutting the closet door. luckily you drove your car here, so you aren't immediately fucked.

your dad asks what you're doing here.

"just wanted some alone time, i guess."

"and what have you been doing?" he stands in your doorway. your heart is beating a million miles a minute, but patrick is quiet.

"reading, enjoying the outdoors. i've been pretty beat with all the press surrounding the election."

your father apologizes. it's uncommon for him to do that. you smile and nod and thank him for understanding that you need some space. he assures you, it will all be over soon.

as he leaves your room, he thanks you as well.

"thank you for staying away from patrick zweig." he says. "i wouldn't want you to get caught up with a boy like that."

you feel a pang of guilt. patrick doesn't. and once your parents go out for lunch, patrick drives you to his house in your car. his family is god knows where--maybe europe, possibly miami. he doesn't keep track.

the disapproval makes you both crave each other insatiably. and it's easy to fall in love that summer, with nobody else around.

it's harder when the election draws nearer. your father is hovering over you, and patrick's over him. everything you do feels like life or death. what you eat, what you wear, how your hair is cut.

"i can't fucking handle the micromanagement." you tell patrick on the phone.

"i know, baby. it's almost over."

at the ballot, neither of you vote for your respective father. patrick drives you and him forty five minutes away to watch the results in a tiny motel room somewhere out in the country.

both your and patrick's phones start to ring. first a call from your mothers, and then your fathers. it's nothing about the election; you both turned on the tv to hear the newscaster talking about a new scandal. you had been seen checking into a hotel together.

but this was weeks ago.