#and her little sisters i made up in my head!!

[clockwayswrites]

Birb.... back?! Part 36

masterpost am sick, be kind

finally unstuck this!

By later afternoon, Bruce was officially worried. Even with Lian put down for a nap, Danny was no where to be found. Bruce had been telling himself that Danny was making himself scarce because of the active toddler, but even that felt flimsy with how fondly Danny spoke of his own niece. Though of course, that was without wings in play.

Maybe Danny was trying to avoid having his feathers pulled on.

Maybe Danny was afraid of himself.

“Alfred, have you seen Danny?”

“No sir,” Alfred said as he looked up from the dinner he was preparing. “Perhaps he went with Master Damian to help at the animal shelter?”

Bruce shook his head. “I’ve already checked. Tim, Cass, and Steph are still out. Duke just got home. Dick went with Jason, much to Jason’s annoyance.”

“He did remind to text me as much, as they may not make it back for dinner,” Alfred said. “But it remains that I have not seen Danny. He never came round for lunch, either.”

Bruce gave a little hum to show he heard the concerning news. That was far more than simply avoiding a toddler. He went over to the phone in the kitchen that Alfred still insisted on having and pulled down the false panel next to it. On the revealed screen, Bruce went through the biometric log in process: meant to be as quick as it was secure. As soon as he was in the system, Bruce activated the infared camera for the Manor and surrounding land.

Him and Alfred in the kitchen, Lian in her room, various pets, Duke in the study having just come up from the Cave…

There.

Bruce closed out of the system, made sure it was all the way out, and closed the panel up before he headed off. The only other human sized signature (and at least it was human sized), was in the guest wing. It was tucked away in some shuttered an unused lounge. It had to be Danny.

Not wanting to startle Danny, Bruce gave a soft knock on the door before he opened it and slipped inside. The room was still in that way only a room that hadn’t been used for decades could get. The furniture was cloth covered, the valuable and useful items all moved to other rooms where they would be looked after. The rest was just there like ghosts of Wayne Manor past. The only disturbance to the room was the drape of the window seat, just barely pulled back where it was pushed open by Danny’s knees.

“Danny?” Bruce asked. He worked to cross the room as carefully as Danny had. Not a cloth was disturbed.

“Do you think Alfred would have the time to drive me back to my apartment before dinner?” Danny asked. His voice calm in a way that felt detached. He didn’t look towards Bruce. “I should… get back. I should check on my plants. I should do some work. I’m sure that in this case Lucius would understand me keeping some awkward hours, but I should get back to it.”

Bruce continued to slowly cross the room. He sat against the arm of a cloth covered chair across from the window. Danny was back lit by the light, making him hard for Bruce to see. “I’m sure Lucius would understand you taking more time if you need it.”

Danny just gave a soft hum.

“If you really want to go back home, I can drive you back,” Bruce said. “Though I assure you that there’s no rush to leave from our side.”

“You’re supposed to be spending time with your granddaughter,” Danny said. There was an off warble to his words.

“She’s napping and will be out for another hour at least. Structured rest time is apparently very important for toddlers,” Bruce said, still amused at the lecture that he had gotten from Jason on it all.

“Structure helps them know what to expect so that they can better cope with the day at an age where they are constantly experiencing new events and sensations,” Danny parroted back. Apparently he had some lectures of his own.

“Your sister and niece,” Bruce said with a little nod. “You can of course do whatever you feel most comfortable doing, but I did a bit expect to see you around with Lian some today.”

That was the wrong thing to say, by Danny’s slight flinch, or maybe the right thing to say for getting to the bottom of what was wrong.

Danny wrung his hands. “I didn’t… Jason didn’t…”

When Danny seemed unable (or at least unwilling) to continue, Bruce reached out his hand. It felt like reaching across a divide. It was a relief when Danny reached back.

Gently, Bruce curled his hand around Danny’s, mindful of the overly sharp fingernails. He brushed his thumb over the dusting of fine feathers there. A thousand variables spun through his mind about why Danny was continuing to change now and what could be done about it.

“Jason is worried I could hurt Lian,” Danny explained in that same detached voice. “And when this happens… it’s easy to see why he fears that.”

“That’s less about you, I think, and more about things that Jason fears most,” Bruce said. “When Jason… when he was dead to us, it was because I failed him.”

“Bruce—”

“No, it’s true,” Bruce said with a shake of his head. “I was trying to protect him. Protect him from the world and the ugliness of things and his own anger… but I did it poorly. I didn’t know I needed to explain myself or where to even start. And that led into him trying to find his birth mother and—well, everything else. Lian may not be his, not yet, but it’s really just time. And I think that Jason’s biggest fear is to fail to protect her. It makes him overly cautious.”

“But is he wrong?” Danny asked.

“Yes,” Bruce answered without hesitation.

Danny snorted. “Such easy belief.”

“When did this happen?” Bruce asked. He ran his fingers over Danny’s taloned fingers to make it clear what he was asking.

“…when I got how afraid of me Jason was.”

Bruce “When you saw yourself as a monster because of it. Perhaps a bit of a self fulfilling prophecy then?”

Danny gave a tired little snort. “You and my doctor would have a grand time talking about the psychology of this whole change.”

“Well, I’m a fan of psychology. It helped save my relationships with my family,” Bruce said. “But for what it’s worth? This? Your hands? That doesn’t make you a monster.”

“Doesn’t it?” Danny asked.

“No,” Bruce said before he brought the hand up to press a kiss to it. “Now, if you really want to go home, I’ll take you, but don’t go because you’re running.”

Danny gave an over the top sigh. “No?”

“No,” Bruce said with a little smile.

“Okay. I’ll stay at least through the night,” Danny agreed, “but I do think that I should go back tomorrow. I should check on my plants, check on work, take some time to just… think.”

“That sounds like a much better plan. As does getting out of this room.” Bruce stood, Danny’s hand still in his. “Alfred would hate to know that you were in a room that wasn’t properly set up.”

“Oh, well, for Alfred then,” Danny said as he stood and let Bruce lead him from the gloomy room.

“Of course, for Alfred.”

[spaceyaemonds]

pairing: dr. jack abbot x reader

sum.: you see your mother face to face for the first time in years, and it starts with a rocky conversation.

warnings: age gap (jack is late 40s, reader is 23), unplanned pregnancy, this is very much centered around reader and her mom (jack is only mentioned in this part), mentions of a difficult mother/daughter relationship, and angst due to that, i think that’s it?? minors DNI.

notes: i have still been struggling with a bit of writies block for this series :( so i am sorry if this is not the best. i also couldn’t quite get the flow right for this part. initially, jack and reader met with her mom, and then met with jacks mom (and his sister showed up) but as i was rereading it and trying to wrap it up today, i felt like it didn’t make a lot of sense, so decided to split part 7 up where it’s reader and her mom, jack and his mom, then them both with readers mom, and then with jacks mom. also, i really projected my own issues with my mom here, so if it feels like the relationship makes no sense that may be why💀 i hope you guys aren’t too disappointed with this! unedited. and as always, any feedback is extremely appreciated, it helps keep me motivated. especially reblogs/comments/asks!

wc: 1.3k (ish)

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You and Jack both decided it would probably be best for you to speak with your mother on your own for the initial conversation. You, knowing your mother and all the snide remarks she’ll be giving, and him, taking your word for it that this is the best way to go about it.

So, after taking an entire day off of work to prepare for her coming, your apartment was spotless and a nice lunch had been made.

Every so often, you feel your girl kick at you from the confines of your womb.

You feel your heart rate pick up at the knock that sounds throughout the apartment.

“Okay, bug, let’s get this over with.” You mumble as you rub a hand over your stomach.

When you open the door, you force your eyes not to roll back into your head when she immediately pulls you into her embrace.

“Oh, baby,” She mumbles as she kisses the side of your head repeatedly.

“Hi mom,” You awkwardly rub her back.

When she finally pulls away, she keeps her hands on your shoulders as she looks you over.

She glances between you and your stomach twice, “Oh, wow.”

There it is. You scoff lightly before opening the door a little more to let her in.

Once the two of you are sitting at your dining table, you check your phone for any updates from Jack on how his conversation with his own mother is going.

Your mom huffs in annoyance, “You haven’t seen your mother in almost three years, and the first thing you do is get on your phone?”

You nearly laugh, but hold it back, “And whose fault is that? You came up with nearly any excuse you could to not come here for graduation last year.”

She narrows her eyes at you, and for a moment you feel sixteen again, but you hold her eyes.

“Well, then I’ll just say what I feel should be said then,”

“Oh, let’s hear it then,” You mumble out sarcastically.

“I think you should move home to raise the baby, with my help.”

Now you do laugh, “I’m sorry, what?”

She raises an eyebrow at you, “Baby, what exactly do you think is going to happen here?”

You open your mouth to speak, but she continues, “A man old enough to be your father got you pregnant. And sure, he’s here now. But what happens when she’s born, huh? And he decides he doesn’t want to be a father? Or worse, tries to take her from you?”

Tears well up in your eyes before you can even stop them, “This is why you came? To lecture me about my life and then force me to come home with you?”

To her credit, her eye’s soften slightly, “No, baby, I’m just worried. This is a big deal.”

“You don’t even know him! All you do when I see you is try to dictate my life.”

She looks taken aback, “Now-“

“No, it’s true. You resent me for one reason or another for not turning out exactly like you wanted me too,”

“I wanted a better life for you then the one I had! Is that a crime?”

You scoff, “You hated me!”

Her mouth drops slightly, “I could never hate you. You are my child,”

She lets out a shaky breath, “Life was hard for us sometimes, and you didn’t make it any easier on me. I never hated you. I wanted the absolute best for you, that is still all I want for you.”

“Then don’t come here trying to sweep me away or convince me that the father of my baby is going to try to take her from me!” You grit the last part out, because no matter how hard you try to deny it, it’s still a very real fear for you.

She looks at you, frown ever present, “I am sorry if it seems like that’s all I came here to do. It wasn’t my intention, even if that’s what I think is for the best.”

You just shrug, not having anything else to say to her.

The two of you sit in an awkward silence for a few minutes before you get up and plate the salads you made for lunch.

You eat in silence before she finally speaks up again, “Well, tell me all about it.”

You glance up, brow furrowed, “About what?”

“The baby. Her dad. Your life. Everything.” She has a smile on her face that transports you back to being ten years old, when she was your best friend and made you feel so loved and so invincible.

She must sense your distrust, because her face falls slightly.

“It’s a girl, I think I mentioned it, but if I didn’t. She’s a girl,” You smile when you talk about her.

You tell your mom names you’ve picked out, the types of food you're craving, which she tells you when you mention cravings similar to the ones that she had.

You tell her about work and your friends. She smiles, and though you know her, know that she doesn’t love you living in Pittsburgh and the path you’ve chosen, you can tell she is happy for you.

“And how did you meet Jack?” Your mom asks casually as she takes a sip of water.

You wince, “Um, a bar?”

She coughs, face turning red, “Was this a one night stand?”

You wince again. You’d kept the details out initially. Just telling her that you’d met a guy and gotten pregnant but you were trying to still get to know each other. Which wasn’t a lie.

“I mean, I guess you could call it that?”

Your face heats up under the judgemental look in her eyes, and it causes you to shrink in on yourself.

She stares at you a moment longer, eyes glancing down at your stomach and lingering, “Is he good to you?”

You look at her, a soft smile taking over your face as you talk about him, “Yeah. I mean he’s busy a lot, but he’s always here when I need him. Goes to the store to get snacks in the middle of the night and wakes up with me if I get sick.”

Your eyes get distant as your hand rubs your stomach, “He’s changed his whole life for her, for me, and I know it isn’t conventional or anything. And he and I are doing this all backwards but,”

You trail off, eyes focusing back on her, “I think this is a really good thing. Scary, like really scary, but I think it will turn out really good.”

She reaches across the table to grab one of your hands, “I know you’re an adult who can make her own decisions, and I know there is no one harder on you than me. Trust me when I say I know that,”

To your surprise, she lets out a shaky breath and tears start to fill her eyes, “I know this is the time in your life for me to let you do what you think is best but I just can’t help but still want to keep you safe, safe with me.”

You haven’t felt the way you feel right now in almost a decade. Your relationship turned sour and complicated around the time you started high school. She was tough, and though you don’t have any ill feelings in your heart over it, she was jealous of the life you had when hers was so hard.

Moving for college mended some of that, but not all of it, and the resentment still lingered, however small, even some today.

But hearing that? It’s either your inner child begging for her mom again, or the hormones from growing your own, but it makes your chest feel heavy.

You squeeze her hand twice, against your better judgement.

[gyeomsweetgyeom]

omg now i need need need a fic based on frat boy jaehyun meeting Sweets mom/parents on FaceTime 🥹

[8:48 pm]

(cw: f!reader)

Ever since you and fratboy!Jaehyun got together and got out of the awkward phase, the two of you were attached at the hip. You were spending more time at the frat house than ever before. You spent the night, you ate there, you napped there, you showered there. Whatever there was to do there, you did it.

Well, almost everything. One of the many things lacking in the frat house among a regularly cleaned bathroom, clean floors, a working lock in the bathroom, and more feminine energy— was a steady access to sweet treats. As soon as they were in the house, they were gone in an instant, most times before they could even get on the shelves or in the freezer.

That's why you and Jaehyun made it a part of your regular routine to go down to the dining hall for dessert whenever your sweet tooth hit. Tonight you'd loaded up a little bowl with ice cream and a brownie, while Jaehyun was still deciding between cookies or a slice of vanilla cake. You already knew he'd be getting both and stealing some of your dessert too.

Your phone in your pocket began to vibrate in the pattern that told you it was a call. "Hi mom," you greeted as you set your phone up against the napkin dispenser.

"Hi Sweetheart, what are you up to? How were your classes?" She asks with the camera far too close to her face.

You sit there and tell her about your day, about your classes, and one of the assignments you'd been working on earlier. You're too focused trying to get a good ratio of ice cream to brownie on your spoon to notice Jaehyun walking behind you, right in the eye line of your mom before he settles into the chair beside you.

"Who is that?" You hear her ask.

"Who is who?" You ask, popping your spoon between your lips and passing your bowl to your boyfriend.

"The very handsome young man that just sat beside you," your mom chuckles.

Jaehyun perks up instantly and forces himself into the frame of the screen, "I heard someone call me very handsome. Hi!"

"Oh goodness! Aren't you a sight for sore eyes, who is this young man, Sweetheart?" Your mom asks, moving closer to the screen, presumably to look closer at Jaehyun.

"Yeah, Sweets, who is this? You didn't tell me you had a sister..." he smiles mischievously, his dimples popping out as he puffs his chest.

Your mom breaks out into a loud, excited laugh as she throws her head back. You glare at Jaehyun from the corner of your eye, "this is my mom, Jae."

"And who is Jae to my lovely daughter?" Your mom asks with an arched brow. She knows very well who he is, you'd explained to her that he was your almost-boyfriend a few months ago and even more recently, you came home heartbroken for break and told her all about your love life troubles. She wasn't just being cheeky now, no, she was trying to get a solid read on him.

Jaehyun looks over at you, his cheeks turning pink just slightly as he pops a mouthful of your ice cream in his mouth. He swallows slowly, his eyes never leaving yours until he looks back at the camera, "I'm uh, I'm her boyfriend."

"Well," your mom smiles sincerely, "that's wonderful. Have a good night you two. I'll talk to you later, Sweetheart, love you!"

"Bye, mom. Love you too," you wave, reaching out to end the call.

She manages to get out, "good job, Sweetheart!" before the call ends.

Jaehyun wiggles his brows at you and knocks your elbow with his own, "good job, huh?"

"Your head is already too big for your body, don't let this one compliment make it any bigger," you say as you roll your eyes, pulling your now half eaten dessert back into your grasp.

"Feisty," Jaehyun laughs, pressing his cold lips to your cheek, holding you there even as you try to get away, "I like it."

[universefcb]

can u do a lando x reader where she gets along well this his family and he cant help admire her and think about marriage and stuff like that. thank youu <3

WHAT IF IT WAS 4EVER?,LANDO NORRIS.

→ Summary: You went to spend a lazy Sunday at his parents' house with his family.

→ Warning: Mention of Reader. Fluff. Romance.

→ Author's note: Please make me more requests from him! I love writing about him.

And sorry if there are mistakes, English is not my language.I hope this is what you asked for!

The Norris house smelled of lavender, fresh coffee, and baking banana bread. It was one of those lazy, overcast Sundays when everyone wore sweatshirts and spoke softly so as not to break the spell of comfortable silence.

Lando sat on the edge of the kitchen table, his long legs stretched out in front of him, watching a scene that had been repeating itself for a few weeks, but it seemed like the kind of routine he wanted to have forever.

She.

In the kitchen with her mother, laughing easily as she cut fruit, grabbed too many cups at once, and stole spoonfuls of raw cake batter. She got along so well with everyone—as if she had grown up there, as if she already knew the exact places for the cutlery, the favorite smell of his sister's tea, his father's silly jokes.

“Do you think she’ll accept?” Flo’s quiet voice brought him back to reality. She was standing next to him, drinking a cappuccino.

“Accept what?”

“You.” Flo raised an eyebrow. “With that silly look on your face, you’re going to propose to her tomorrow.”

Lando let out a muffled laugh, but inside… she was right.

He looked again.

She wasn’t just beautiful. She was warm, she was light. She was “stay in bed for five more minutes”; she was the kind of hug that could calm any storm. She had a way of smiling that made people stop talking just to keep looking.

And the scariest thing?

She liked his family. She really did. It wasn't an effort, it wasn't out of politeness. It was genuine.

When his mother mentioned the old dress from her youth, she asked to see it. When his father mentioned old cars, she asked. When Cisca teased Lando, she laughed knowingly. Everything with her was natural. Nothing forced.

Later, when lunch was over and everyone was sprawled on the couch with dessert plates on their laps, she laid her head on Lando's shoulder and began to play with his fingers.

“Your family is wonderful,” she said softly, so that only he could hear.

Lando swallowed hard. His heart was beating faster than on a starting grid.

“You are wonderful,” he replied.

She smiled against his skin. But then she straightened up, sitting back down.

“You seem strange. Are you okay?”

“Okay.” He ran a hand over his face. “I’m just… trying to figure out how I ended up here. On this couch. With you. Feeling like… this is it.”

“What is this?”

He looked into her eyes, and even though he was afraid of appearing too intense, he didn't hold back.

“That’s it. Me, you, my family. The sound of the rain outside. You making tea for my mother, playing with my sister. Me wanting time to stop. That’s it.”

She didn't say anything for a few seconds. But she took his hand and squeezed it tightly.

“I feel it too. And if it comforts you, it also scares you a little.”

Lando smiled, a shy smile, different from the ones he gave to photographers or on podiums. It was that smile that only she knew. The real one.

“It’s not fear of failure,” he confessed. “It’s fear of not being enough. You…you are so many things.”

She laughed, looking at him with that sparkle in her eyes that made everything seem easy.

“So we do it together. And you’ll see: what you take from life... is this.”

When everyone went to sleep and only the two of them were left in the room with the movie paused and the lights dimmed, she dozed off with her legs over his. Lando didn't have the heart to wake her up. He stayed there, running his hand through her hair, watching her serene and sleepy expression.

And it was in that moment — simple, calm, without anything extraordinary — that he knew for sure.

It wasn't the highest podium he wanted to reach.

It was her.

That was it.

It was all that.

And if he ever had the courage, he would tell her that he thought about asking for her hand right there, with her hair spread out on his lap and the muffled sound of the rain through the window.

But for now, Lando was content to kiss her forehead and promise, with all his heart:

“I will make you happy. Every Sunday. Forever, if you let me.”

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[psychocitywrites]

Hard Truths

Summary:

Rafe Cameron has everything a man would want. Now he’s looking to settle down. He thinks he’s found the one that checks all the boxes, except she’s not you.

Prologue

At twenty-nine years old, Rafe Cameron was the most eligible bachelor in the business world. He was used to women throwing themselves at him, using them, ghosting them, then moving onto the next. And now as he was nearing his thirties, his father was begging him to finally settle down with a respectable woman and start a family.

“Sarah’s married to that pogue boy. Now when are gonna grow up and do something with your life?” Ward said the last time they had talked. Rafe nearly broke his phone after that conversation.

He knew he didn’t have anything left to prove to his father, but hearing Ward compare him to his little sister once again hurt his pride, and he wasn’t going to let that slide. Nope.

He had a plan. He was going to find someone who fit into his world. Someone who would turn heads whenever they walked into a room. Someone who commanded respect and attention. The perfect woman.  

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The event was in full swing as Rafe leaned against the balcony, staring down at the people who were invited to the gala. Only the richest, most successful people were invited. If he was looking for his match, she’d be here for sure.

“Dude, what about Charlotte Goldberg? Her parents own like a dozen diamond mines, plus she’s hot.” Topper pointed at pretty girl wearing a sparkly black dress. He’d been trying all night to get Rafe to at least agree with one suggestion.

“Nah man, I’d rather not let my name be associated with blood diamonds” said Rafe unimpressed, “and Kelce went out with her sister. Said their family is starting a reality TV show. I don’t want no one to know my personal shit like that.”

Kelce nodded. “I broke up with her last year. At least they shot on my good side.”

Topper groaned. “What about her? I heard she’s a humanitarian.” He gestured to a woman with short black hair and wearing a long white dress.

“She just divorced her third husband. I’m not lookin’ to be number four.”

Kelce snickered at Rafe’s response. Topper was going to make another suggestion before his date Ruthie called him. “Topper! Where’s my champagne?! You’ve been gone for thirty minutes already!”

That dumbass came with Ruthie? He thought to himself as he saw the girl link her arm with Topper to bring him towards another group of people and leaving him and Kelce alone.

Not wanting to waste any more time, Rafe lifted himself from the balcony and started to walk towards the crowd. If he wanted to find someone who was wife material, it would be better if he looked for himself than to listen to Topper.

Kelce followed behind him. “Dude, don’t you think you’re just being a lil’ hard on yourself? Girls throw themselves at your feet. What more could you want?”   

Rafe inwardly groaned. As he began to formulate his excuse to leave his friend, he heard the crowd quiet down.

He turned around and saw a young blond woman wearing a stunning gold evening gown walk through the entrance. Her flowy blonde hair shined whenever she turned toward the paparazzi and when she smiled, her teeth were as white as pearls Her curves made some women burn with jealousy as they saw their partners ogle at her figure. Her hips swayed as she walked through the crowd. She knew how to make an entrance alright.

“Who is she?” Rafe asked.

“You don’t know who that is!? That’s Heather Hayworth! Her family owns Hayworth Hotels and like a bunch of other businesses around the world.” Kelce said incredulously.

"Is she single?"

"For now. Rumor has it she's trying to find a partner her father approves of so she can take over when he retires next year. Allegedly. She's kinda like you in a way."

All the right things were being said to Rafe as he zeroed in on the blonde bombshell.

Was she beautiful? Check.

Was her family rich? Check.

Was she part of the land development/business world? Check.

If Rafe had paid attention more closely to who walked in, he would have also noticed you.

[losver07]

eyyy dw there's not a "late" for answering things :)

thanks for the luck<3 i've decided that i'm going to repeat this year and take it easy cause my brain cannot cut it anymore lmao

also the "i hate vampires theyre so evil" is so funny jxbckdbsk

"what am i drinking? oh, just lil potion not to turn into a beast. it's a full moon, ya know? i'm fucking kidding gilderoy, it's for my fucking knee alright? yeah cause of the limp you won't stop asking about. fucking prick."

i think The People™ are going to label this as their fave book from now on ngl

fuck em honestly, they're together again. (they might not be tomorrow tho, it's a russian roulette). oh and yes she tries to give me feminist speeches and im like..... okay but you're the opposite of that. okay but people don't transition to "steal your rights". okay but if me shaving is social pressure, where do your blonde highlights come from? idk she's a hypocrite but she puts up w my dad as a divine punishment so there's that

uuuu matt groening is the guy who made the simpsons!! (and more stuff, but im guessing you know the simpsons)

mine are gold gold :) actually fun fact my best friends little sister copied my glasses when she had to get ones (shes such a cutie i love herrr)

oh yeah i've been learning a bit abt genocide and uhhh she's definitely trying to start one and she's sort of succeeding at a minor scale, cause she (and other people like her) are demonising and villianising a group of people and making the rest of the population set them apart, like labeling them right away just for who they are. idk in my humble opinion we should go to her house mansion whatever with torches and pitchforks and burn the w(b)itch

uuuu that explains why this week my head is empty. hope the kid is having fun at yours

shes the most adorable living creature on earth 😭😭

oh yeah i get that, last year i had to learn like?? four diff poems/monologues??? in a week?? i don't even make scenic arts it was for my lit class bro. now there's a whole emily dickinson poem stuck in my brain forever (not complaining tho)

I HAVENT LISTENED TO ITTT😭😭 you know what ima do that as soon as i post this!!!

oh yeah very true, some things just stop clicking. im working on a band au now tho and im having fun so that's neat :)

that. is. so. cool. i think my neighborhood mascot would be the fucking garbage truck man

waitwaitwait there's a thespian fest?? like??? wow okay didnt know that. and omg i used to collect feathers as a kid too (we lived near a garden centre and they had peacocks n stuff) but uhhh we moved and my mum threw them all. in hindsight it was probably not sanitary lmao. anyway yeah i love my lil crystal collection :) and my pins n stickers too :))

yeaaa actually he got me an ammonites ring yesterday (he felt bad cause im depressed 😋) so that's cool too (every time he feels bad he gets me fossils jewellery idk it's a long story lmao)

that sounds weird?? but so cool???? honestly i think most of my mental health stuff comes from seeing images in my brain so at least you won't be getting that. oh and i could not function without a monologue. i think it's the only reason why im good with languages tbh (i couldn't be talking to you rn if the lil voice didn't pronounce the words for me. fuck english phonetics so much)

i can't sell you one at a distance but i'm sending you good vibes instead :) and yeah uhh i will never forget that fateful day

nope, i have two mother tongues, so spanish and basque :) tho at this point i think im better at english than basque tbf and it pisses me off a bit :(

also mandarin???? a friend of mine has been studying it for like 10 years bro why is it so complicated?? 😭😭

YESSSS cute bird pics 😭<3

oh true, i think there's something in the hellsite's water tbh

"my child is fine" ma'am your child prioritises memorising every single full moon that happened in 1975 over their schoolwork

[navybrat817]

Roosted

Pairing: Motocross!Steve Rogers x Motocross!Female Reader, Platonic Curtis and Female Reader

Summary: Steve falls for you more when you go off on your best friend.

Word Count: Over 1.5k

Warnings: Crush, longing, slight insecurities, swearing, nicknames, pissed off reader, Motocross!Steve Rogers (he's a warning, okay?)

A/N: If you read Hardpack, you know why you're popping off. Oh, these boys. ❤️ Not beta read and written on my phone, so any and all mistakes are my own. Divider by the talented @saradika-graphics. Please follow @navybrat817-sideblog for new fics and notifications. Comments, reblogs, feedback are loved and appreciated! ❤️

“So. What’s up with Everett?” Bucky shook his hair out when he took his helmet off and nodded to Curtis who sat a few feet away on the ground. Dirt never bothered him. “Seems a little broodier than usual.”

Steve took his helmet off, too, his brows furrowed. Curtis wasn't the chattiest racer, that honor went to Jake, but he was unusually quiet today before and after he hit the tracks. Steve would’ve thought he was angry from the scowl on his face, but his eyes told a different story. 

“He does,” Steve agreed. Did something happen at work? Was he okay? “I think he may have you and Levinson beat in the brood department.”

The brunette scoffed. “I’m not that broody, Stevie.”

“Yeah, your personality really improved once Spitfire waltzed into your life,” he half teased. Bucky was sure as hell a lot happier since he got his girl, which made him happy. “But I couldn’t tell you what’s up with Everett since he hasn’t really said a word to any of us today.”

He hit the track like he either had something to prove, or like he was trying to forget.

A knowing smirk crossed his best friend’s face. “You could always ask Daisy,” he said with as much subtlety as a brick to the face.

Clearing his throat when your beautiful face popped up in his mind, Steve did wonder if it would be worth asking. It would give him an excuse to talk to you since you were close to Curtis. His eyes narrowed and unease filled his stomach, but only for a moment. There was nothing to be jealous of since you and Curtis were just friends and Curtis said more than once you both saw each other as brother and sister.

Steve also had no reason to feel jealous since you weren't his girl. 

Well, not yet.

“Maybe,” he said, gripping his helmet tight. 

“C’mon. Just ask her.” Bucky nudged him. “And I don’t mean asking about Curtis. Bite the bullet and ask her out.”

Steve sighed. Growing up with Bucky, girls always paid attention to his best friend, and no one gave him the time of day. He was used to it until the pit lizards started throwing themselves at him, which he didn't want. You were different. He wanted you to notice him, and he wanted to take you out and treat you well. You deserved that.

Bucky nudged him again, snapping him out his thoughts. “Seriously. What have you got to lose?”

Everything.

He shook his head a little. “Maybe I can-”

“Everett, you ASSHOLE!”

Steve stiffened when he heard you yell and turned to look your way so fast, he nearly gave himself whiplash. Your beauty took his breath away, and seeing fire in your eyes had him falling for you more. It was hot enough for everyone to feel the burn. Ari had to pull Jake out of your path, both of them staring after you with a mixture of shock and concern as you stormed toward your best friend.

Bucky’s smirk slipped off his face, too, staring after you like everyone else. “Oh, she looks pissed.”

“Yeah, she does,” Steve said. You were one of the sweetest riders out there and hardly ever raised your voice. He was half tempted to stop you to see if you were okay, but he didn't when he saw the guilt written all over Curtis's face.

Whatever happened, your best friend likely deserved your wrath and Steve wasn’t about to stop you from unleashing it. 

Curtis shut his eyes once you got close enough. “Daisy…”

“Don’t you ‘Daisy’ me! Get up so I can kick your ass!” you demanded, yanking Curtis by the arm when he didn't move fast enough. 

“She sounds like Spitfire,” Bucky whispered with a wince. “I’m not kidding. I’m pretty sure she has said those exact words to me.”

“Shh,” Steve whispered back, not wanting to miss what was being said. It wasn't right to eavesdrop, wasn't right that any of them were, but he wasn't about to walk away. 

Curtis put his hands up. “Listen, I know you’re upset, and I get it,” he tried to reason with you. 

“Of course, I’m upset! What is wrong with you?! Why the hell would you go off on Princess the way you did?! She should've kicked you in the balls,” you snapped, smacking your best friend hard on the arm. The guys knew all about Princess since some of them overheard you recently teasing Curtis. His boss used to tear up the tracks until he retired. What the hell did Curtis say that had you so fired up? “I might kick you in the balls.”

Curtis instinctively covered his crotch. Steve was pretty sure half the guys watching did. “I said I was sorry.”

A bitter laugh crept from your throat. “Oh, you have not begun to say you're sorry. You are not only going to apologize again, but you are going to give her an explanation as to why you were an asshole beyond the fact that you were in a bad mood. Piss poor fucking excuse and you know it.” You poked his chest. Hard. Curtis didn't flinch, accepting every bit of your anger. “Apologize again. I'm serious. Do you understand me?”

“I understand,” he said. 

As angry as you were, you seemed to deflate just as quickly. “I’m so fucking disappointed in you, and you know I’m disappointed since I’m swearing so much.” You slowly shook your head when Curtis looked at the ground. “I just don't get it. You care about her, and I know you do, so why be an asshole?”

Bucky put a hand on Steve’s shoulder when he took a step forward. He thought he heard tears in your voice, and he wanted to comfort you. Bucky was right to stop him. You needed to finish your conversation with Curtis without him trying to rescue you.

“She’s too good for me,” he muttered. 

Steve frowned. Curtis wasn't a bad guy. Far from it. He was a hard worker, too. Why would he think he wasn’t good enough?

“With how you acted, yeah, she is,” you bluntly stated, making your friend’s head snap back up. “Oh, don't you dare stare at me like I just kicked a puppy. I’m being a best friend and telling it like it is.”

Steve smirked. He couldn't help himself. It took guts to call out someone you cared about. It was also nice that you were defending Princess so fiercely. 

Curtis clenched and unclenched his fists. “I fucked up.”

“Yeah, you did, and you better fix it,” you said, kicking a bit of dirt on his boots. “If you don't, I really will kick your ass.”

“I know you will.” Curtis swallowed hard. “Do you really think she’s too good for me?”

There was a hint of a smile on your face, looking more like your normal self. “No I don’t. The only one who thinks she’s too good for you is you. So prove yourself wrong,” you replied, kicking a bit more dirt at him. “Okay, I’m done snapping at you. For now,” you added softly.

Curtis sadly chuckled. “I deserved it and more.”

You looked around, noticing the audience for the first time. “Show’s over, boys,” you teased, your gaze landing on Steve. Your usual smile was back on your beautiful face, and it made his heart race. “Hey, Champ.”

“Hey, Daisy,” he smiled back. He felt a sense of pride since he was the only one you called out. Hell, Hal had his shirt off and you didn't spare him a glance. 

You giggled, but quickly stopped when you pointed at Curtis. “Text me after you apologize to her.”

“I will,” he promised. 

Everyone watched as you walked away, stunned silent by what they just witnessed. 

Hal was the one to finally speak up. “Need some ice for that burn, Everett?” he smiled. 

Curtis snarled, but he didn't look at all embarrassed. If anything, he looked determined after your verbal ass kicking. “Don’t you need to pose in front of a mirror, Carter?”

Hal glanced down at his washboard abs. “I’d rather pose in front of Belle’s camera.”

Laughter filled the air, the atmosphere back to normal. Steve hardly paid any attention since was still staring after you. Beautiful and sweet with a protective streak. He had it bad, and anyone with eyes could see that.

“So, when are you asking her out?” Bucky asked loud enough for Curtis to hear. 

Steve locked eyes with Curtis who had an unreadable expression on his face. He didn’t think the man would stop him from asking his best friend out, but what if he did? Curtis could object all he wanted, but Steve was a determined man. He was a man who would treat you well, too.

Any worry faded when he got a nod of approval.

“I’ll ask her as soon as I see her again,” Steve promised.

Steve would hopefully get his girl, and maybe Curtis would get back in good graces with his girl, too.

These men need to get their asses in gear. Love and thanks for reading! ❤️

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[marvelwitchergilmore]

Memory Braid

Summary: Thunderbolts Tower Drabble -> Bucky braids Yelena's hair whilst speaking Russian.

Disclaimer: I saw somewhere a headcannon (maybe it was in the comics? I don't really know) that said Bucky taught Natasha how to braid her hair in the Red Room. This kinda evolved from that, so credit to the original poster for the Natasha/Red Room HC. Mostly fluff as a Tower based Fic. Not Proof Read.

The mission had been a long one; for everyone. 

Alexei had been quiet, disappearing into his ‘memory’ room for a few hours. Ava had made some food before she disappeared down the hallway. John had gone straight to the training room. Bob had disappeared into the library for a while, handing Bucky a book he’d been saving for him since they left for the mission. 

Yelena had gone for a shower and once Bucky had gotten himself cleaned up, he’d been sitting in the living space reading. 

Bob was right; it was a good book. 

However, just as he got half way through, a pair of feet started patting down the hallway from the kitchen. Bucky looked up to find Yelena dressed in her pajamas, a pint of ice cream under her arm with a spoon and a hairbrush in her other hand. 

She didn’t have to say anything. She rarely ever did. Bucky just looked at her as she stopped beside him, dog-eared his book, closed it and laid it beside him before opening his legs up. 

Yelena sat on the floor, in between Bucky’s legs before she pulled the lid from her ice cream away. 

For a while, she didn’t speak. Neither of them did. The only sounds made were the ones from Yelena’s spoon digging through the frost on the top of her food and the sound of the brush going through her hair. 

Eventually, Bucky laid the brush on his thigh as he started to section her hair. 

“Do you still have nightmares?” Yelena asked, her accent becoming a little thicker as she reverted to her birth-language. 

Bucky sighed, replying in Russian. “They’re getting easier.”

Speaking Russian with Yelena was helping them. After they’d settled into the Tower, Bucky had been awake late one night and Yelena had been surprised to find him still awake.  

It was that night Yelena had learned two more things about Bucky. 

One; that most of his nightmares were in Russian. He could still speak the language but was too afraid for the nightmares to become worse. 

Yelena had promised him a solution that could help. 

Talking to her. 

The second thing she learned was; Bucky knew how to braid hair. 

“I had a kid sister, but she got sick before we joined the war effort.” Bucky had explained to her. “Ma wasn’t well so I helped her with a lot more…girl stuff I guess. Once I was in the war, I helped Peggy a few times. Guess the skill stuck and, even when I was training in the Red Room…I helped Natasha learn.”

Yelena’s eyes had almost bugged out of her head when she found out. “Natasha? You…taught her how to braid hair…in the Red Room?” 

Bucky shrugged, uncertain himself. “It wasn’t long after that they took me to Serbia for a memory wipe and more psychological conditioning.”

Yelena had sat back, dumbfounded. “She always said it was natural talent.”

That was the first night Bucky and Yelena had also shared stories and laughed. 

It felt like freedom for both of them. 

“Sometimes I remember things, from when I was little.” Yelena said. “With Natasha.”

“Do you wanna talk about it?”

Yelena shrugged. “It’s not much. It was during my peewee soccer days.”

Bucky didn’t mind. For the next twenty minutes, he listened to Yelena laugh her way through a memory of her and her sister. 

Half way through the story, Bucky reached his hand down and Yelena lifted her wrist. Plucking the bobble from her, he securely tied one braid before starting the second. 

“Oh, and then Molly decided she was going to be the guard to the castle. So, I simply argued why would she want to be a guard when she could be a knight-” 

By the time Bucky had finished braiding Yelena’s hair, he just stayed sitting behind her, listening to her story as she started to wave her spoon in the air. 

“So what happened?”

“Well, Natasha came over and told us we’d be playing a different game. And-”

As Yelena’s story came to an end, Bucky smiled. It was nice to hear something fun in Russian. It was also nice to see the light come back into Yelena after a mission that had been tough for everyone involved. 

“All done.”

Yelena examined the braids. “Well done. I forget how much better you are at these than me. So unfair.”

“He does have the hair for it.” Ava said as she walked into the room. 

“How long have you been there?”

“Like three minutes. You guys hungry?”

Bucky looked at the Brit. “Who’s cooking?”

“Not Alexei.”

Both Yelena and Bucky relaxed. The last dish Alexei had made hadn’t turned out so well. 

“We’ve got mac and cheese in the pantry,” Bob said as he walked inside. 

“With hot sauce?”

“I still can’t believe you eat it like that.”

Yelena leaned back to look at Bucky. “Oh, I’m sorry Mr I-make-everything-like-it’s-still-1943. Hot sauce is amazing.”

Bucky nodded. “I agree. Doesn’t mean it has to go on mac and cheese.”

“Party pooper.”

[popcornpoppypop]

Best Worst Date Ever

Summary: 18+, Minors do not interact. You go on a terrible date. Dr. Jack Abbot shows you how a good man treats a good woman.

Warnings: Smut, bad dates, alpha male talk

A/N: I had a bad date and need to be rescued by a hot ER attending. Alas that isn't happening. So, here we are. This is the first time writing anything smutty in a looooong time. By gentle. I was also half drunk writing this so, yeah.

“He’s some kind of architect. I met him at my sister’s engagement party. He seems nice, I don’t know.” You shrugged as you worked on your chart.

“So he’s got some money. Good, at least if he sucks, he’s still paying for dinner.” Mckay laughed.

“That is terrible!” You shook your head.

Jack Abbot was watching from his computer, he didn’t like how red your face was getting. He’d never say anything. It wasn’t his place.

“Thanks for covering the last half of my shift.” You thanked her as you made your way over to Dr. Abbot.

“You finished up?” Jack grumbled, he made the effort to keep eye contact in an effort to try and read your mind. He never could.

“Yep. Went over my cases with Dr. McKay and all my orders are in. Anything else you need?” You smiled. Jack was quiet tonight, more than usual at any rate. He had been ever since you’d mentioned your date.

“No. If you’re satisfied with your work, you’re free to go.” Jack snapped back to the computer.

“Okay then. See you tomorrow.” You looked at him confused as you turned.

“Hey, Whiplash!” Mateo called after you. He had given you the nickname after you worked one of the Salmonella outbreaks and ran from room to room, being the only resident that didn’t fall victim to it had you giving out orders to the nurses as fast as you could. He made a joke about watching you give orders giving the nurses whiplash.

“I’m off, bother McKay.” You waved.

“Oh right! The hot date!” Mateo laughed. Jack leaned back a little to get a better view of the conversation.

“Yes, he is hot.” You smirked.

“Alright Dr. Hotstuff, get you some.” He laughed. “We’ll be at the park tonight if he’s a dud though.” He nudged you with his elbow.

“Hopefully I won’t see you later.” You spun on your heel and pranced out.

Jack’s body was tense, tight like someone had punched his gut. He had fought his feelings for you for so long, it was second nature. But you hadn’t dated in a while. Seeing you excited by another man, or the prospect of one, made him grind his teeth.

“Dr. Abbot, we’ve got a trauma coming in. Nail to the foot.” Bridget informed him.

“Heard.” He nodded and went to glove up.

“Do you want Ancef at the ready?” Mateo asked.

“Sure.” Jack nodded.

“You good, Doc?” Mateo asked.

“Yes. Why wouldn’t I be?” Jack mumbled, his eyes intense as he stared down Mateo.

“You’re more…abrasive than usual.” Mateo shrugged.

“Shall I sugar coat everything for you?” Jack griped.

“Easy, just checking in.” Mateo raised his hands.

“Sorry. No. You’re right. I’ll let up.” Jack nodded. “What do you know about Y/N’s date?” Jack cleared his throat.

“Oh the architect. She showed me a picture, dude looks like superman. Clark Kent type guy. I blushed a little at his picture.” Mateo laughed, shaking his head. “Outside of that, I don’t have a clue. Why?” He cocked an eyebrow.

“Just, curious. Somone should know who she’s with. For safety.” He said as the patient was rolled in. Mateo smiled to himself but didn’t say anything.

You were so over this date. He was cute but that’s all he had going for him. He spent the entire dinner talking about his job or himself. At one point he started rating his exes. When you had mentioned how unsavory that was, he scoffed and called you sensitive.

“Look, Mark. Thank you for taking me out, I’m just not feeling any connection. I’m sorry, I don’t think I’m going to take this any further.” You sighed over the glass of wine you gulped down.

“What the fuck?” He scoffed.

“There just isn’t a connection. It happens.” You shrugged.

“Fucking females. You’ve got an alpha in front of you and you’re going to deny me? Bitch, you’re a four at best!” He snapped.

“Fuck you, I was being nice. You’re repugnant. Waste of my damn time!” You barked as you stormed out of the restaurant. You were so pissed, the anger causing tears to form involuntarily.

You wiped the tears from your face, as the lights of the park came into view. You took your phone out to make sure you didn’t have mascara everywhere.  You straightened yourself up and headed for the sweet release of shitty beer.

“room for one more?” You sighed as you walked up to the group.

“Oh no! How bad was it?” Princess asked as she handed you a beer.

“terrible.” You shook your head and chugged the beer.

“Oh sweetie.” McKay sighed.

“His loss, our gain.” Mateo raised his beer to you.

“Did he at least pay for dinner?” Samira asked.

“I didn’t give him a choice. Left him sitting at the table.” You sat next to Jack. His body was so stiff, like he was angry. You couldn’t remember doing anything to piss him off.

“What did he do?” Princess asked.

“Well, did you know I’m a four at best?” You gave a sad laugh. “Fuck him.” Jack growled. Everyone’s head shot to him. “That was a boy. You need a man.” He sipped his beer. You looked at him, surprised.

“Yeah, well. I don’t attract any good men.” You shrugged.

“You’ll get someone someday.” Princess smiled.

“Eh, I’m done for a while. Not worth the bullshit.” You said, wiping the stray tear from the corner of your eye. You felt Jack put a tissue in your hand. You looked up at him.

“I don’t like when my residents cry and you all cry a lot. I’m prepared.” He shrugged. The group chatted around you, but you couldn’t pull your eyes from Jack.

“Whiplash, you want another?” Mateo asked.

“Uh, no. No, I’m going home. Thanks.” You smiled.

“I’ll walk you home. It’s too late for that bus nonsense you do.” Jack stood with a groan.

“You don’t need to do that.” You argued.

“It’s happening, deal with it.” Jack said as he started walking away. You followed him.

“Thank you.” You sighed. You two walked in silence, his arms swinging past yours, nearly brushing hands, but never quite close enough. It was close enough that it made your skin feel electric.

“You were wrong, by the way,” Jack said once you were far enough from the group for them to hear.

“What?” You looked up at him, confused.

“Well, I don’t know if I’m a good man. But I’m sure as hell not a boy.” He said his gaze felt like it was burning your core.

“You like me?” You cleared your throat, it was suddenly so dry.

“I’m done fighting it. Your senior enough now, it won’t cause any trouble. Y/N, the thought of anyone saying you’re anything but glorious makes me want to tear this world apart.” Jack said as he put a hand on the small of your back to lead you across the street.

“I had no idea.” You whispered.

“Tell me now if you don’t feel the same. I won’t make a thing of it. I’ll drop you off and we never have to speak of it again.” His eye contact was so intense.

“You’re sure?” You asked in a daze. He furrowed his brows in confusion.

“I’ve never been more sure in my life.” He said. He walked you up the steps to your apartment.

“This is surreal.” You sighed as you leaned against your door.

“I need a clear yes or no, here.” Jack crossed his arms.

“Jack, I’ve been dreaming of this for too fucking long.” You smiled. “Yes.” You said. He smiled as he put a hand next to your head, leaning close to you.

“You’re sure?” He hummed, millimeters away from your lips.

“Fuck yes.” Your breath hitched in your chest.

“Let a real man take care of you, then.” He said, a firm hand pressed to your back, and pulling you close as your lips crashed together. You thread your fingers into his hair, the other hand wrapping around his broad shoulders.

“Having yourself a nice night, Doc?” Your neighbor laughed as she walked past.

“Sorry, Mrs. Lincoln.” You chuckled.

“No need to apologize. Bout time someone took good care of you.” She laughed.

“Mrs. Lincoln!” You looked at her in shock. The woman was in her 70s and was diabetic. You took to looking out for her when her son wasn’t around.

“Honey, that man is fine as hell. Get in that apartment and stop worrying about me.” She shook her head. “You take care of her, son.” Mrs. Lincoln waggled her finger at Jack.

“Yes, Ma’am. I plan to.” Jack smiled down at you. You fumbled with your keys in the lock, falling forward a bit as you opened the door.

“It’s a mess, sorry.” You shrugged, suddenly very nervous.

“Mess never bothered me.” Jack growled as he closed the door behind him, wasting no time to gather you in his arms, trailing kisses down your neck, nibbling at your collarbone.

“Oh, Jack…” You sighed.

“Which way is the bedroom?” He held your face in his hands. You pointed down the hall. His hands trailed down your body, feeling every dip and curve with reverence until he got to your thighs. He grabbed them and hiked you up in his arms and started for the bedroom. You wrapped your arms around his neck, biting at his ear. He laid you out on the bed, your dress riding up and giving the slightest peak at your lacey underwear.

“Take your shirt off.” You ordered, a rush of confidence or desperation came over you. Jack obliged. You knew he kept fit, you admired the sight of his arms on a regular basis. You weren’t prepared for how muscular he was. He was solid, not like the superhero actors, like a real man. Like a man who worked out to make sure he could do his job well and protect himself or anyone who needed to.

He walked over to you, standing between your legs. You didn’t realize you were holding your breath until his fingertips grazed your thigh and you gasped.

“I’m going to show you how a real man treats a good woman.” He growled, his eyes dark as he ran his hands up your body, pulling the dress over your head. You lay still in your bra and panties, Jack stood admiring you for a moment before diving down and kissing you.

“You tell me what you want.” Jack whispered against your lips.

“You…” your voice wispy and delicate as your head started to swim with pleasure. Jack bit at your bottom lip. His hand cupped your breast as his kisses trailed down your body until they stopped at your hip, and he took a bite. He pulled the sweet, little, lacey panties down your legs and threw them across the room.

“You should be worshipped with a pussy like this.” Jack was practically drooling. He drifted a finger along your slit causing a shudder to escape your lungs. “How long since you’ve been touched?” He looked at your naked, writhing body as he moved his thumb to your tender clitoris.

“Ah! T-too long!” You whined, your hips instinctively grinding against his finger.

“You’re mine now. I am not ever neglecting you like that. I swear.” He drove two fingers into your warm, wet pussy.

“Please!” You bit your lip as he curled his fingers inside you and hitting the sweet spot.

“So wet, so soft.” He smiled as he palmed his growing erection.

“Jack, I want you. Please!” You were desperate, begging.

“Patience.” He said as he pulled you to the edge of the bed and moved to get to his knees. He kissed your inner thigh before dipping down and letting his mouth devour you.

“Jack!” You gasped as he made quick work of turning your body to Jello. His tongue circling your clit, making you see stars. You were teetering on the edge.

“Taste so sweet, baby.” He hummed against you.

“I want you, now.” You growled, pulling his chin up and forcing him to meet your eyes.

“Yes, Ma’am.” He smiled as he pulled his pants off and let his boxer briefs fall. His erection springing forth. He loomed over you, his eyes never leaving yours as he teased your entrance.

“Please…” You whimpered. Jack didn’t hesitate, thrusting into you slowly. You gasped at the fullness, your nails digging into his back.

“Fuck! Wanted this for too long!” He groaned as he bucked his hips.

“So fucking close…!” You whined. Jack kept his pace steady, dropping his head into the crook of your neck. Your fingers thread in his hair and tug, eliciting a groan from him. You felt yourself nearing the edge, unable to do anything other than beg for more.

“Such a good woman, taking this so well.” Jack hummed into your neck. You buried your face in his shoulder as you came, biting into his shoulder.

“Fuck! Oh fuck, Jack!” You screamed. He grunted as his pace picked up and pulled you close. A scream ripped from his throat as he came, his body shuddering slightly.

“Fuck…” He was breathless, lying atop you. You two lay clinging onto each other like if you let go you’d both crumble.

“You were right.” You panted.

“Huh?” Jack rolled next to you, brushing a lock of hair from your face.

“I did need a good man.” You smiled, closing your eyes. Jack watched you for a moment, completely enthralled by you. He got up and went to your bathroom.

“Jack?” You looked up confused.

“Oh don’t tell me no one has cleaned you up after?” He looked horrified as he came back in, wash cloth in hand.

“I usually did it myself.” You said reaching out hand for the cloth.

“I told you, I’m going to treat you how a real man treats a good woman. Relax.” He said as he ran the cloth across your body. He crawled back next to you, pulling you in close. “Best worst date ever.” You giggled, laying your head on his chest.

[filmbyjy]

HIDDEN LOVE

SYNOPSIS > park sunghoon was the most good looking and respectful man you’ve ever met at the age of 13. ignoring the fact that you had a loud and obnoxious older brother, park jongseong, as his best friend. with things going by in your life and a heartbreak at 17. what happens when you coincidentally reconnected with your past crush on someone 5 years older than you?

FIFTEEN – final warning

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a/n: you guys must be thinking that it's kinda pick me of (name) but i'd like to think that she hasn't experience the feeling of 'heartbroken' or 'rejection' hence she's acting this way. she's still innocent guys. trust me, when she's in uni, she will girlboss her way.

it was sad really. you'd think park sunghoon would always be around you, probably doing his own thing but still existing in your space somehow. no, of course he wasn't going to. he was a grown man. a 22 year old man who had his own life, his own worries. why would he stick around you?

you had groaned. groaned into your pillow at how stupid you were feeling. why was it that your stupid 17 year old brain couldn't comprehend that he never would have feelings for you. maybe something had to happen. yeah, let him get a girlfriend and then you can finally realise that it was stupid. okay.

'park sunghoon has a girlfriend.' you thought to yourself. the room was practically silent. you could almost hear the crickets chirping in the background. you groaned once and slammed your head on the pillow.

'stupid.'

you had lift your head up. the note staring right at you. you haven't read it yet but you were still curious. your hand reaches out and grabs the small paper. the writings on the page essentially filled the page. it seemed like sunghoon poured his whole heart into it.

it read:

Dear (name), Thank you for coming into my life. Both you and jay have always been the closest people I've ever been. Well, other than Jake and Heeseung hyung but that's besides the point. When I was young, my family was happy. We had everything, it was perfect. Then, something happened. I used to have a little sister. She reminds me of you. She was always so bright, running around. Always so positive. However, she's gone. My dad took her away from me. I trusted him. My whole world crumbled and just like that everything went downhill. Jay saw how everything went down. He helped me, I was forever thankful for him. Then, he mentioned he had a little sister. I was jealous at first, it's stupid really. However, I realised very quickly that Jay was always very protective over you. I related to him. It made me want to protect you. If only, I could've done it with my sister. Protect her from my dad. Which is why I want to protect you too, like an older brother would. P.S I got permission from jay. He says it's crazy that I'm coddling you so much but I'm sure he understands it.

as you finished the letter, you had looked down at the paper. it was soaked with your tears. you didn't even know you were crying. was this why he had no one? this changes everything. it made you want to care about sunghoon even more. you can't just let this feeling go. you had to fight for him.

but there was no way he'd ever let you take care of him. after all, you were only a 17 year old girl. it wouldn't be right. then an idea pops up in your head. you had remembered the present that sunghoon gave, the otter pencil case. you had decided to dumb out your pencils and pens out and grab onto a sticky note.

you had quietly wrote down your dreams and wishes into different notes and rolled it up. soon after, you had tied it up with a string. you would only be able to unravel them when you were older or if you and sunghoon ever start dating.

your main wish was to possibly go to Pusan National University, do well, get an amazing job and help sunghoon out. now, all you had to do was study and do well. which you did during your break, even your parents were surprised to see you strive to do something.

"darling, would you like some more noodles? i can cook more for you." your mom asks. you had simply shook your head and continued flipping the book.

"it's okay, mom. i'm going to go study now."

with that, you had left to go study. just as you made it towards your bedroom door, you had heard your brother jay talking on the phone.

"what? dude, no way. sunghoon got a girlfriend already? it's been like what? 3 months since he started working there? dude is working overtime." jay says. it intrigued you. sunghoon has a girlfriend?

don't tell me he had forgotten the promise...

"sunghoon oppa has a what?" you say as you entered jay's room. he jumps back in his seat, clutching his heart.

"oh my god, (name) you demon." he puts his phone to his ear. "jake, i'll call you back." the call ends.

"what do you mean sunghoon oppa has a girlfriend?"

"it means exactly that. he probably got laid or something." you grabbed jay's pillow and threw it at him. "ow?"

"don't say that!"

"what do you mean don't say that? i can say my friend got laid. i'm happy for him. you on the other hand should never get laid."

"fuck you."

"fuck you too!"

your mother yells from below to get you two to stop arguing.

"go study, you little shit." jay says. you had huffed.

"and how do you know, i don't get laid." you say with a final huff. you had stuck out your tongue and ran to your room. jay yells after you.

"YAH, WHAT DO YOU MEAN? HEY COME BACK HERE PARK (NAME)."

you had shut your door quickly before jay could even think about yapping in your ears. you had groaned out loud, it was stupid. why did you think he'd even care about your little promise. he is a literal 22 year old man. he wouldn't care about what a 17 year old promised him to do.

it was even more stupid with the fact that tears were now streaming down your face. why did you think you'd have a chance? you needed closure, one last time. what other possible thing to do then book a flight to Busan like a stupid person.

you had quietly packed your things. thrown the much needed clothes for the weather there. it was definitely cold. you were sure of it. the earliest flight to busan, 9am,, you had to sneak out of the house without your parents or brother knowing.

once the clock struck 9am, you had quickly left the house. your parents were definitely assuming you were on your way to school or to study with your classmates. you had taken a taxi to the airport and you had waited for the flight to busan, an hour flight from seoul. you had taken the plane once it was time for boarding. there were a bunch of people coming out from the departure hall. they were moving quick, all of them were talking on the phone.

your phone rings, it was jay. you didn't want to pick it up because you knew that they would have caught on. however, you knew you had to face the music. as soon as you picked up the phone, you were bombarded with questions from jay.

"you better not be meeting the guy you've fucked or you're fucked." jay threatens.

"oppa..."

"no, i'm booking you a flight back to seoul this instant. stay where you are. sunghoon is going over so you better stay."

sunghoon...is he bringing his girlfriend over?

"mmm." you had hummed. you could feel the tears threatening to spill. jay ends the call. you had waited for sunghoon. after about waiting for another 15 minutes, you heard footsteps hastily running towards you.

you had turned around to say something, but there you saw a woman approaching whilst looking at sunghoon worriedly. one of the prettiest woman you've ever seen. oh, it's her. she's really pretty.

"(name)." sunghoon's eyes widened. you could tell he held himself back from scolding you. "did he leave?" you had nodded. sunghoon sighs.

"why don't you go wash up in the bathroom." you nod once again and went to the bathroom. once you were hidden behind the wall, you had looked back. it truly was over. sunghoon had a girlfriend and he never would be yours ever again.

you had cried yourself out in the bathroom. this was so stupid of you. maybe this was the official sign to stay away from sunghoon. yeah, it was time you had moved on. you had left the bathroom and went back to where sunghoon stood. however, his girlfriend wasn't around.

"where did your-"

"she went back to work."

"oh."

sunghoon sighs, "i bought a ticket while you were in the bathroom. we have a bit of time before the flight. you should eat something." you had shook your head.

"i should wait inside." sunghoon hums. you had taken out a tie from your bag and handed it over to him. he was surprised, shocked even.

"what is this?"

"i wanted to give you this tie during your graduation but i couldn't go so here. oppa, good luck with your work and your life ahead." you say.

sunghoon opens the box, he felt his heart melt. you were the sweetest person he ever came across.

"thank you. i'll use the tie well." he smiles. you nodded.

and off you went, into the gates ready to fly home. when the plane landed, jay was waiting with the car. you knew he'd definitely give you an earful but you couldn't help but cry when you saw him. jay was taken aback. he pats your back.

"hey, it's okay. i won't scold you. i can't say about mom and dad-" your wails grew louder. "okay! okay! i'm sorry. i'll try to tell them to be more gentle. you know i love you right? men suck. booooo, men are bad guys." jay continues to coo you to stop crying.

but did it really even help? when your 17 year old heart was now broken?

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Where is the Coach? (RenéeSlegersXReader)

Warnings: mentions pregnancy and giving birth

Summary: Renée isn't showing up to practice but has a really good reason for it.

You were currently standing in front of the bathroom mirror. Putting your Hair in a Ponytail. Dealing with Braxton Hicks. Or so you thought. You wanted to go have breakfast with a friend of yours when all of sudden your water broke.

"oh." You just said, looking down. "Babe!" You yelled out. Catching your wife, right before she was about to leave for practice. Renée ran upstairs.

"what...oh..." She said and dropped her bag.

"my water broke." You told her, like she couldn't see what had just happened.

"i see. let's get you cleaned up and dressed and Drive to the hospital." Your wife said after kissing your head.

"sounds like a plan." You told her. Offering her a soft smile. Which she returned. You could feel and hear how excited she was about your daughter being born in the next few hours.

Renée quickly helped you to Clean yourself up and put on some fresh clothes. Then she helped you to the Car. The hospital bag already in the Trunk of the Car. All the way to the hospital your wife Held your hand.

"how are you feeling?" Your wife asked. You smiled slightly.

"i am feeling fine. The contractions do hurt but i got this." You answered. Holding your stomach with your free hand. While using the other hand to squeeze Renées.

"you do got this." She told you and smiled. "And i will be right by your side the entire time." Your wife let you know. And she sure kept her promise.

"where is Renée?" Katie asked Kim. But the Arsenal Captain had No Idea where your wife was.

"i don't know. But it's weird that she isn't there yet!" Kim answered.

"it sure is!" Leah stated.

Your wife just realized that she hasn't told anyone at Work about her not coming in today and had called the other Coaches to tell them she can't make it. Then she quickly called your sister Lotte. Who grabbed her bag to get to the hospital cause your plan was to have her there for the birth of her niece.

"i have to go. My sister is in Labor! Which is why she hasn't shown up. But don't worry. The other Coaches will be here soon! Oh and Lia, my sister wants you there! Since you are her best friend." Lotte stated. Lia quickly grabbed her bag.

"let's Take your Car, so Mario can Drive Home in ours." Your best friend answered. The two walked out together after the others told them to Wish you all the best and that they excited for you Guys.

You couldn't believe how fast it all went down cause when you reached the hospital ten minutes ago the contractions only were 2 Minutes apart. When your water broke and you left your Home to get to the hospital they were 6 minutes apart still. Appearently your daughter enjoyed the fast things, just like you. Cause you used to be a Motorcross Pro until five years ago. Then you went back to your old Job as a physio. You actually are working for Arsenal as well as your wife but the Last two months of pregnancy you decided to Take a little break.

Your sister and Your best friend made it just in time to witness you giving birth to your little girl.

"you are doing so good, liefje!" Renée told you. Squeezing your hand gently after you took a deep breath.

"one more push." The doctor announced. Lotte and Lia stood behind Renée. Being really excited about this Moment. You pushed again and a tiny but strong cry filled the room. And all of your eyes filled with tears.

When you held her for the First time you couldn't help but be in 'awe' . Like that tiny human was inside of you for nine months. Now she was here. Your Highlight for sure was when you watched your wife hold your little love.

"Lotte, Lia meet your niece Jette Harriet Grace Slegers. " Your wife said softly.

"she is Perfect." Your sister answered and sniffled softly. Smiling through the tears.

"yes she is." Lia agreed.

"i am so happy for the two of you. Well three of you! I mean you deserve it! I know how much you two wanted a Baby!" Your sister stated. She hugged you gently and you hugged back.

"thanks sis! I Love you." You said softly. Smiling at her.

"i Love you too." Your sister answered.

The four of you took a picture with Jette and sent it into the Arsenal wfc group Chat. Which went crazy. All of the Girls were so excited to meet her at some point. You promised them they could meet her at a Barbecue you would throw this Weekend. Which was in 3 days.

When you were alone with just your wife and Jette in the hospital room, the three of you cuddled.

"thank you for everything you did for our little Family, Babe." Renée told you.

"you don't have to thank me. We were in this together. I enjoyed carrying her for us. And i would do it again in a Heartbeat!" You said softly. Kissing her head gently. She kissed your cheek.

"i love you so very much." She answered.

"and i Love you so very much and our daughter." You told her.

"well i Love her too. How can i not? She is perfection. Just like her Mommy." Your wife let you know.

"and like her Mama!" You said softly.

The next day you went Home. This was the beginning of a beautiful Journey called Parenthood.

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What We Never Were

Jake Seresin x Reader

Summary: Y/N needs a fake boyfriend for her sister’s wedding. Jake Seresin, her childhood best friend, is all too happy to play the part—until pretending starts to feel dangerously real. One bed. Old feelings. A week of dancing around the truth.

She thinks he’s out of reach. He’s just been waiting for her to see him.

Themes: fake dating, bestfriends to lovers, pining, slow burn, fluff, smut, mild praise kink, foreplay, 18+

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Chapter 2

Part III - What We Don’t Say

It was Jake’s idea to visit his old house.

You were walking back from the diner on Main—the same place you’d gone to after every football game, school play, or failed algebra test. He looks at you solemnly, quiet for the first time all morning, before softly saying, “I want to see it again. Just once.”

So you did.

The Seresins sold it a few years after Jake left for the Navy. Too many memories, his mom had said. Too many late-night silences in a house that had once been so loud. They moved to Austin—closer to his sister, smaller place, less space to miss the sound of his boots on the stairs.

You stand along the curb and stare out at the home that once felt like your second. It was technically only 2 houses away but had now also felt distant. The shutters are a different color now. There’s a minivan in the driveway. A basketball hoop has replaced the flagpole Jake’s dad was so obsessed with. But the porch swing is still there. Still creaking in the wind.

Jake gets out of the truck without a word, walking across the lawn like he’s trespassing on someone else’s life.

You follow him.

He stops at the base of the porch steps, eyes scanning the windows, the door, the overgrown rose bushes. 

“I had my first kiss in that swing,” he says softly.

You blink. “You never told me that.”

He shrugs. “Didn’t think it mattered.”

You stare at him. “Who was it?”

He doesn’t answer right away. “You wouldn’t know her. She was new that summer. Stayed with her aunt down the street. Left after two weeks.”

You nod. “Was it good?”

He smiles faintly. “I remember thinking she had toothpaste on her lip. But yeah. I guess it was.”

You both fall silent, the wind brushing against your clothes, the sun warm on your face. Then Jake gestures to the side of the house, toward the fence.

“Come on,” he says. “I want to show you something.”

He leads you through the backyard to the far corner, where the fence once had a gap between the slats. You used to sneak through there every night, barefoot and breathless, just to sit on his back porch and talk.

Jake kneels by the old tree you both used to climb—gnarled now, but still standing.

“It’s still here,” he says, brushing his fingers over the initials carved into the bark. A.F. + J.S.

Your breath catches.

“You told me never to show anyone,” he says. “So I didn’t.”

You kneel beside him, heart thudding.

“I was mad at you when you carved that,” you recall. “You didn’t even ask me.”

Jake chuckles. “You hit me with a juice box. Said it made you look like a clingy girlfriend.”

You both laugh, and it breaks something open between you.

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FLASHBACK — THE LAST SUMMER BEFORE COLLEGE

It was hot that night. One of those muggy Texas evenings where the air stuck to your skin like syrup.

You sat on the back porch, your legs curled underneath you, a melting popsicle dripping red down your fingers.

Jake walked up, sweaty from a run, and dropped beside you with a huff.

“Got your acceptance yet?” he asked.

You nodded. “NYU. Early admission.”

He looked away. “Big city.”

You shrugged. “Big dreams.”

He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes.

You stared at the stars then, both of you too aware of how little time was left. 

“I’m scared,” you admitted.

“Of what?”

“Of everything changing.”

Jake leaned back on his elbows, eyes on the sky. “Things always change, Y/N.”

“Yeah, but we don’t always find our way back.”

He turned his head to look at you with a resolute face. “We will.”

You wanted to believe him. Wanted to take that promise and tuck it somewhere safe. But something in his voice made you wonder if he was lying just to keep you from falling apart.

You didn’t kiss him that night.

You wanted to.

God, you wanted to.

But what would that do? You didn’t need the complication. He’d already told you he was joining the Navy. He was going to chase the sky, and you were headed for crowded trains and library steps in Manhattan.

You were on two different launchpads, and neither of you knew how to build a bridge between them.

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Back at the old house, you’re still kneeling by the tree. Jake stands and wipes his hands on his jeans.

“I almost kissed you once,” he says suddenly.

Perhaps, if there was one thing he wanted you to know in this lifetime, it was that moment. Jake doesn’t have regrets, but the memory weighs heavy on him. On days when things get crazy. On nights when an image of your crosses his mind.

You freeze at his admittance. “When?”

“That last summer. The night you got your acceptance letter. You were so happy and scared, and I didn’t know how to tell you I didn’t want you to go.”

You look up at him slowly, unsure whether you wanted to ask but you did. “Why didn’t you?”

He exhales, seemingly contemplating whether he should proceed. “Because I didn’t want to be the reason you stayed. I knew you’d go further than this town. Than me.”

You stare at him, the words sinking deep. They twist in your chest, tight and painful.

“That’s not fair,” you whisper, echoing his own words from yesterday

He meets your eyes. “I know.”

You nod, swallowing hard. Don’t ask. Don’t ask.

“Do you ever think about it?” you ask.

He doesn’t even pretend to misunderstand. “All the time.”

The revelation hung heavy between you both. Equally afraid to break the fragile rope that keeps you both tethered.

You return to sit on the porch steps again, like no time has passed. Seems like the new owners are out so it gives you time to somehow say goodbye to this place again. The wood creaks beneath you, the wind whistling through the trees. 

You look at Jake one more time. Memories fleeting in your mind. Images of him passing—as a playful little boy, a laughing teenager, a smiling highschool football captain and finally, him now. 

“I liked the story you made up,” you say quietly, as if you owed him some secret as well

Jake tilts his head. “Yeah?”

You nod. “It made me feel like maybe there was a version of us that made sense. A world where we actually... got it right.”

Jake’s jaw flexes.

“But that’s not this world,” you finish, staring down at your hands. “This one’s messy. Complicated. Real.”

Jake doesn’t argue. Doesn’t try to rewrite it. He just reaches over and laces his fingers through yours again.

And you let him.

Because for now, the lie is easier to hold than the truth.

You walk back to your house without speaking, both of you lost in thoughts you’re too afraid to say out loud. The house feels farther than it should as the past folds itself neatly into the small distance.

“Are you okay?” Jake asks after a while.

You nod.

But you’re not.

Because all the flashbacks—all the laughter, all the stolen glances, all the missed chances—they’ve added up to a quiet, crushing truth:

You’ve always loved Jake Seresin. Not in the way you love a brother. Not in the way you love a friend. But in the silent, steady, lifelong kind of way.

And it doesn’t matter.

Because he’ll always be the golden boy, and you’ll always be the girl who stood just a few steps behind him.

You’ll play pretend. Smile for pictures. Laugh at jokes.

But deep down, you’ll know.

He was never yours.

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How would the killers react if child y/n turned into a baby

Mafiaso + his henchmen

He'd be surprised to see child [Name] turn into a baby even his men were shocked too. He didn't remember you being a pill baby but they remember you being a child. Who the hell turn our little sibling into baby?! —Contractee

For sure him and his man don't know how to take care a baby they only know how to care of you when you were not an infant.

All them are completely inexperienced of taking care of baby [Name], what did you expect? Their a mafia and it's understandable why.

Hundred percent sure they voted for Contractee in charge of changing your diaper.

Imagine taking pictures that has like five man in it with a baby in a middle wearing a sunglasses and top hat with a drawing of mustache in your face.

Also in that picture Mafiaso is the one holding you.

John Doe

Seperate this man to the baby please, or else he might kill them 🫸🫷😭🥀

But pushing that aside! He'd be confused why you turn back to zero, he remembers you as a child and not this...

Sometimes his head would begin to hurt when seeing you as a baby then a memory will start to enter his corrupted mind.

A burning memory about a woman with a pink hair, her face was blurred. "You know John... I always think of starting a family with you.." her voice was gentle making him wonder who she is.

And that memory ended there, he didn't even noticed he has you in his arm cradling slowly as your eyes was closed like you were comfortable with him. Consiglier tried to take you away from his grasp saying that he is making you uncomfortable (you're not) but John only glared at him with a threatening growl as his claw gently tighten around your pill form, shielding you from Consiglier.

John was surprised why he acted this way, he never knew why but... He just holds you in his arm, cradling your smaller figure gently... Was it because of that woman that made him act this way?

1x1x1x1

They don't give a shit

They don't want to hear your cries it's annoying. Not a fan of baby.

They're created by manifestation of hatred what did you expect from them? 😭

Don't let them near the infant please they might stab you with Venomshank to shut you up 💔🥀

CoolKid

He wondered why his playmate turned into a baby, he asked Mafiaso why you turned back to zero.

That's probably how Mafiaso is the second killer to know you turned into a pill baby.

He and his man have to seperate CoolKid from you because he tried to play with you, knowing that red child he have to look out for CoolKid too in case he accidentally killed you if they turn their back.

PrettyPrincess

She heard the news from Coolkid and immediately went to your room to check for herself to see if he was joking. He wasn't.

She's going full on big sister mode and will try to put some light make up on your chubby face, Caporigime have to intervene because you were sneezing non stop from the amount of powder she applied to your face.

Bluudude

Also heard it from PrettyPrincess.

This little shit is the type of kid to scare you. Like that one typical big brother energy.

Like he does the 'BOO!' thing by closing his face before opening and showing his creepy smile. Bluudude go brush your teeth it's black

The second killer to be banned from entering your room because he made you cry. The first killer to be banned was Noli.

Noli

His not surprised and to my own opinion, he may or may not teach you with brain rotting words or tries to make you say skibidi as your first word and Mafiaso have to stop him from teaching you that.

He's the king of memes so expect to be confused when he is hovering over your little form in the crib (The spectre gave them a crib because it's feeling generous today) and starts spewing random words that made you tilt your head at him and started to giggle at noli.

Mafiaso banned him from entering your room.

Jason

No reaction from this guy but I can tell he's not going to kill you because of his mother told him to keep you safe, probably her mother instinct and Jason understands that.

Mafiaso can trust this guy to babysit you, like full on trust.

Azure

His not surprised as well because he doesn't know you that much.

But he observed how Mafiaso and his men taking care of you, at first he thought Mafiaso had a child but turns out you are not his child.

He may try to approach your crib that you're currently sleeping right now but stops himself, he is aware of his appearance and he doesn't want you to start crying in fear.

So he left the room quietly.

Guest 666

He doesn't know you.

Also, keep him away from attempting to eat infant [Name] please.

Mafiaso had a heart attack, even his henchmen.

[faghubby]

Confidence

"Any guy in the world would love to have sex with you, you are gorgeous" I told Elle. She was standing in front of the full size mirror wearing granny panties and a worn out bra. Since her breasts seemed to have shrunk? ( always thought they would get bigger) after having our daughter Sara two years ago.

"Sure stretch marks and this pouch" she pinched her belly. "And my ass looks like it was hit by a metor shower" Elle said defeated.

"Let's go out" I told her. "Tomarrow night like we used to, we can leave Sara with my sister and go dancing" I told her. She frowned

"What would I wear, nothing fits" she grumbled.

"Then let's go shopping" I smiled. She rolled her eyes. After a bit I convinced her. So I packed up Sara and drove to the shopping district. We went to store after store. I had to beg her to try things on. But once she did her mood brightened.

"Try this" I told her handing her a little black form fitting dress

"OH no I am a mom now" shs laughed.

"Try it on just for me" I pleaded grabbing her ass and kissed her neck.

"Fine, she put the one I was holding back on the rack and grabbed a larger size. She winked and went to change. She came out and looked nice. But the dress should of fit tighter.

"I think you should try a smaller size" I said.

"This fine" she said but kept picking at it and adjusting. I handed her the smaller size. She made a face of annoyance but went to try it on. She looked amazing when she came out. As she moved the dress would ride up.

"I can't wear this" she told me with a worried smile. I could tell she loved the way she looked.

"Well I am buying it" I told her. She smiled and admired herself with a bit more pride.

"You're going to need shoes" I told her steering her into the shoe store next door.

"You are crazy" she told me but started looking for shoes.

"Maybe these?" I asked picking out a pair of 3 inch stilettos. She humored my and put then on. Her ass looked amazing as she walked around in them. She put them back and bought ones with a sensible heel. I bought both.

"You are crazy" she told me as we left but she was having fun.

"How about you go get yourself something from there?" I pointed to a little lingerie shop across the street. "I have to go change Sara. So buy something hot" I teased and went to change Sara. As Elle walked across the street enjoying our game. She knew I was trying to make her feel sexy again. I let her shop, playing with Sara. We where on the bench outside the store when Elle emerged.

"Did you call your sister?" She asked with a big grin.

"Yep, she is happy to watch Sara for us" I responded. We headed home after dinner and Sara was in bed I snuggled up to Sara.

"Don't try anything save it for tomarrow" she told me. Patting my leg. She got up and pulled down her sweat pants and flashed me her ass. She went to take a bath. I smiled to myself and switched on the TV.

The next morning Elle was a different person she was happy and flirty. The day was very routine till she went to get ready to go out. She had locked the bedroom, leaving my clothes she had picked for me to wear in the hall bathroom. I even went and dropped off Sara at my sister's. Only when I got back did she come out. She looked amazing she was wearing the higher heels. I smiled

"You look absolutely amazing" I told her. She smiled and took my arm as we drove to our favorite restaurant. We ate and flirted. I noticed a guy at the bar kept checking her out. I think Elle noticed to but I said nothing. After we went to a little club. Elle loved to dance. At first I danced with her. I needed a break so we found a small table. A man approached us. He was slightly older black man.

"You looked good out there" he told Elle.

"Thanks" she smiled.

"I'm Henry" he said over the music

"Elle and my husband Paul" he shook our hands.

"Would you mind?" He asked offering his hand to Elle.

"No not at all I am not the dancer" I laughed. Elle followed him to the dance floor. She was having fun. I lost track of them at one point when I found them again they where dancing very close. Elle hands where around his neck and his hands on her ass. Then the song ended and Elle made her way back to me.

"Henry is very flirtatious" she smiled. "But don't worry I am yours"

"How flirtatious?" I asked.

"Don't be jealous" Elle frowned

"You liked dancing close to him" I asked.

"Paul you are going to ruin a perfectly lovely evening" Elle was getting annoyed. I pulled her into my lap playfully. I was rock hard. Elle moved playfully on my lap.

"Should we go?" She teased.

"Would you like to dance with Henry again?" I asked. She turned and looked at me. Then smiled

"You liked me flirting with him" she smirked "he grabbed my ass" she told me. Then got up and went to find Henry. I saw them grinding on the dance floor then lost track agsin.

"Henry wants me" Elle texted me.

"Do you want him" I responded.

"Yes, but only if you are okay with it" she texted back.

"Where are you?" I texted.

"Mens room" she shot back. Then a pic of Henry's big cock.

"I won't even touch it unless you say okay" she added.

"Yes" I responded. And rushed to the men's room. I went in not sure what I would find. The first stall I could see Elle on her knees and I assumed Henry's feet. She was sucking his cock. Right there on the dirty clubs bathroom. I kinda stood guard outside the stall as a endless line of guys came and went.

"Damn that bitch sucking some guys cock in here " some young prick said.

"Don't worry about it keep moving" I shot back at him.

"Paul that you?" Elle called out.

"Yes" I responded only to hear her go back to gagging on his cock. Then a bang and Henry moaned.

"Yes, God yes swallow it all" he continued. Then the stall opened. Elle walked over to the mirror. She had cum on the corners of her mouth and obviously drops that had run down off her chin to her dress. Her dress had also rode up a red lace thong on full display to the dozen men in the bathroom. Henry walked up behind her his big hand sliding between her legs. She spread them wide for him and moaned as he slid it back and then smacked her ass. She then turned to me. I couldn't take it any more I wanted her more then ever with out thinking I kissed her.

"How does my cock taste fag" Henry laughed and left. Elle fixed her dress.

"Want to go home now, or should I find another to fuck me" Elle asked me. But led me out of the club. We didn't talk on the ride home, but when we got home we where all over each other. I bent her over and fucked her hard. But I was so excited I didn't last long.

Elle flipped over and pulled my head between her legs, "You liked Henry's " was all she said. As I buried my face in and licked up ,y own cum. Not stopping unti, Elle came hard squeezing my head between her thighs. I knew we would be going back to the club sometime soon as I held her close.

[sergeantbarnessdoll]

Ooo can I please request a soft dark Nick Fowler & soft dark Lloyd Hansen x fem!shy reader where Y/n is Six’s younger sister and she grew up in foster care when he was in jail, and her foster sister she was close to was Mace. Nick takes Y/n as a hostage to get Mace to give him the drive (she’d be terrified). He locks her in her room and but then she’s taken AGAIN but from Nick’s home when Lloyd Hansen breaks in and kicks the bedroom door down in and literally wraps his arms around her and drags her out of Nick’s home (so he took the hostage, hostage😵‍💫 Poor girl is even more terrified) Poor woman is like, “Wait I was already taken?? This is happening AGAIN??” Lloyd takes her hostage because he wants Six to give him HIS drive and takes her to his mansion. Lmao then Nick takes his private plane straight to where Lloyd lives and tries to take her back, Y/n is just like “😵‍💫” Imagine she’s just so done and is like “Can you BOYS please make up your mind on whose hostage I am???” And when they both immediately stop bickering and whip their heads over to Y/n, she just squeaks out a shy “I’m sorry” for her outburst 😂 They’d definitely want the drives but still keep Y/n after that. Like they’d come to the conclusion that maybe it wouldn’t be so bad to share her and to work together. They now have a common interest, Y/n and the drives! They spoil her so much and get her to feel comfortable around them and she starts to feel really safe and start falling in love with them both. They could tell she was getting less jumpy around them. When Mace and Six come to save her, they find the three of them all snuggled together on the couch, all lovey dovey.

Common Interest » Nick Fowler and Lloyd Hansen

Pairings: Soft Dark!Nick Fowler x Shy!Female Reader x Soft Dark!Lloyd Hansen with Mace and Six

Summary: You get taken hostage by Nick, but you also get taken hostage by Lloyd. That means that have a common interest… you

Warnings: Soft Dark, Angst (Nick and Lloyd), Fluff, language, kidnapping (twice), kissing, pet names

A/N: Thank you for this beautiful request @kpopgirlbtssvt 🩵

Written on my phone. My apologies for any mistakes.

Header made by @buckyys-babydoll / divider made by me

GIFS ARE NOT MINE! Gif credits go to the creators.

Nick had his eyes on you all day. So did Lloyd. They were waiting for the perfect time to get their hands on you. That’s when the auction came into play. Lloyd and Nick didn’t go to the auction together. They didn’t even know each other was going to be there. They were only there for two things… you and the drive.

Nick watched as you were talking to Mace. You know Mace through your foster sister. You’re there to help Mace with something. She told you what you’re supposed to do for your part of the plan, but you still weren’t sure about it. When it came time for you to execute your part of the plan, it went perfectly. After that, you went to the bathroom to have a moment to yourself. You’ll admit that you were nervous and scared about your part of the plan, but now that your part is done, you can try to relax and enjoy the rest of the night. A moment later, you walked out of the bathroom, only for someone to grab your arm and lead you out of the building.

“Stay calm and do as you’re told.” Nick whispers in your ear.

Lloyd watches closely as Nick led you to a black SUV. You got in the backseat and so did Nick.

“Follow that car.” Lloyd says to his driver.

His driver nodded and followed the car you and Nick are in.

“Where- Where are you taking me?” You asked in a shaky voice.

“You’ll find out in a little bit, Y/N.” Nick says.

You frowned. How does this man know your name?

“How- How do you know my name?” You asked.

“I did my research on you. You’re friends with Mace.” He says.

“Actually, Mace is my foster sister’s friend. Her and I barely know each other.” You politely corrected him.

“Close enough.” He says.

Nick still didn’t tell you where he was taking you. You saw a nice house when you guys came to a stop. You just didn’t know it was Nick’s house in the moment.

“Who’s house is this?” You asked as you got out of the car.

“Mine.” Nick answers.

Nick held onto your arm so you didn’t try to escape as he lead you inside of his house. He took you upstairs to an empty bedroom that had a nicely made bed in it. Little did you know that Nick is going to keep you locked in that bedroom.

“My name is Nick Fowler and the reason why I brought you here is because you have something that I want.” He says.

You frowned in confusion. What do you have that he wants?

“Where’s the drive?” Nick asks softly.

“What drive?” You asked in total confusion.

“You know what I’m talking about, sweetheart.” He says.

“No- No I don’t.” You answered.

“Yes you do. Mace told you about it.” He says.

“She told me about it, but- but she didn’t tell me where it is.” You tell him honestly.

Nick hums to himself.

“I have some calls to make and business to take care of.” Nick says, taking his phone out of his pocket.

Nick walked out of the bedroom, closing and locking the door behind him. Your eyes went wide when you realized that he locked the door from the other side. You walked over to the door and started yanking on the doorknob.

“Why are you doing this?!” You asked loudly.

You were expecting Nick to answer you, but he didn’t. You don’t even know if he’s still in the house. You might as well relax if you’re going to be here a while. You sighed and walked over to the bed and sat down. You looked over at the nightstand and seen a few books. You grabbed one and started reading it.

———

A few hours go by and Nick still has you locked in the bedroom. He hasn’t came back either. You already finished reading one book and now you’re on the second one. You jumped when you heard the doorknob jiggling. You put the book down on the nightstand and stared at the door. Then it opened. You were expecting Nick to walk in the room, but it wasn’t him. It was someone else.

“Hello, sunshine.” Lloyd grins. “I’m Lloyd Hansen of Hansen Government Services. You’re Y/N, right?” He says.

“Umm- yes?” You answered like a question.

“Great.” He says.

Lloyd walked over to you and grabbed onto your arm, pulling you up from the bed and lead you out of the bedroom. He led you outside to a black SUV. A different SUV from Nick’s.

“Wait, I was already taken? This is happening again?” You asked.

“Yep.” Lloyd replies.

You were scared, but more confused. Why are you being taken hostage by two different men in the same night?

“What- What about Nick?” You curiously asked.

“I couldn’t care less about Fowler.” Lloyd says.

“If you don’t care about him, why you taking me hostage?” You asked curiously.

“You have information I want.” He says.

Now you’re even more confused. What kind of information does this man want? You would ask what kind of information he’s looking for, but it would just confuse you even more than you already are.

“Your older brother is Court Gentry, right?” Lloyd asks.

“I-I don’t see what my brother has to do with you taking me hostage.” You say.

“He has something I want.” He says.

“I wouldn’t know what that would be.” You answered honestly. “I haven’t- I haven’t seen my brother in years. I was put in the foster care system after he went to jail.” You say.

“That’s where you’re wrong, pumpkin.” He says.

You furrowed your eyebrows in confusion.

“Your brother isn’t in jail as of right now.” Lloyd tells you.

“Wh-What? How?” You asked, your eyes going wide.

“That’s not important right now. What is important is…” He leans forward, putting his elbows on his knees. “Where’s the drive?” He asks.

Here we go again with the stupid drive.

“I-I already told Nick that Mace never told me about a drive.” You say.

“I don’t know who Mace is. I don’t know what drive Fowler is looking for.” Lloyd says.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.” You say, which is true.

When the car stopped in front of Lloyd’s mansion, Lloyd lead you inside. You two were met by Nick as soon as Lloyd opened the door.

“I was wondering where you went, sweetheart.” Nick says, looking at you.

You stayed quiet, not sure what to say.

“You’re trespassing, Fowler.” Lloyd says.

“I can say the same thing about you, Hansen.” Nick says.

“She has information I want.” Lloyd says.

“Same here.” Nick says.

“Umm- for the record, I don’t know what either of you are talking about.” You chimed in.

“Be a good girl and sit down on the stairs.” Lloyd says.

You walked over to the stairs and sat down, looking at Nick and Lloyd. You watched and listened as they began to bicker. It’s safe to say that Nick and Lloyd don’t like each other. To be honest, you were done with them bickering and being taken twice in one night.

“Can you BOYS please make up your mind on who’s hostage I am?” You blurted out.

Nick and Lloyd stopped bickering long enough to look over at you.

“I’m sorry.” You apologized in a shy mumble.

Nick and Lloyd talked it out. They both have two common interests… you and the drives. Both of them came to a conclusion of keeping you for themselves.

———

After coming to the conclusion of keep you for themselves. Besides the drives, you’re the only other thing Nick and Lloyd have in common. It’s been a few dates since they decided to keep you for themselves. They’ve been spoiling you with clothes, jewelry, etc. They’ve also been keeping you safe and comfortable.

Little do the three of you know that Mace and Six teamed up to save you. Even though, they barely know each other, they also have something in common and that’s you. Mace and Six found a way inside of Lloyd’s mansion without getting caught. They entered his mansion cautiously, holding their guns in front of them. They were hit with so much confusion when they walked in the living room to see you cuddled up in between Nick and Lloyd.

“What the hell is going on here?” Six asks.

You looked up to see your brother. You smiled and ran over to him and gave him a hug. Six hugs you back.

“I missed you.” You say.

“I missed you too.” Six says. “Are you ok? Did they hurt you?” He whispers.

You opened your mouth to answer him, but Lloyd answered for you.

“She’s fine.” Lloyd says.

“We’d like to hear that from her.” Mace says.

“I’m fine. They didn’t hurt me.” You tell them.

“You know you can tell us.” Mace says lowly.

“She said she’s fine.” Nick says.

“My sister can speak for herself, man.” Six says.

“It’s ok, Court.” You say softly.

Meanwhile, Nick was having a stare off with Mace and Lloyd was having a stare off with Six.

“Where’s the drive?” Nick asks Mace.

“Give us Y/N and I’ll give you the drive.” Mace negotiates.

“You should know that negotiations are off the table.” Lloyd says.

You watched as Mace and Six tried to negotiate with Nick and Lloyd, but nothing was working. You knew this was going to end badly if you didn’t try to stop the four of them.

“Just give them the drives!” You blurted out.

The four of them stopped arguing and looked at you.

“You guys both know they’re not going to stop if you guys don’t give them what they want. Give them the drives and leave me here.” You say.

“We’re not leaving you here with them, Y/N.” Mace says.

“They can have the drives, but you’re coming home with me.” Six says.

“She’s not going anywhere.” Nick says.

“Guys, please.” You pleaded, your eyes tearing up.

Normally, Mace and Six don’t give up this easily. They just want you to be happy. That’s all they care about.

“Ok. Fine.” Six says.

Six pulled the drive out of his pocket and gave it to Lloyd. Mace didn’t give Nick the drive he wants. She just stared him down again.

“Give Fowler the drive, Mace.” Six says.

“You can’t be serious, Six.” Mace says.

“Unfortunately, I am. If being with them makes my little sister happy, we have to do this.” He says.

“Fine.” She mumbles.

Mace got the drive out of her pocket and gave it to Nick.

“Are you sure this is what you want, Y/N?” Mace asks softly.

“Yes.” You answered softly.

Mace walked over to you and gave you a hug. So did Six.

“Just know, me and Mace are one call away, ok?” Six says softly.

“Ok.” You whispered.

“I love you, sis.” He says.

“I love you too, Court.” You say.

Six approaches Nick and Lloyd.

“If either of you do anything to hurt my little sister, I won’t hesitate to beat your asses.” Six says.

“We’re not going to hurt her, Six.” Lloyd says.

“We’re not that cruel.” Nick says.

“I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.” Six says.

Mace and Six gave you one last look before leaving. You let out a shaky breath. Nick and Lloyd walked up beside you and wrapped their arms around your waist.

“You’ll be fine here with us.” Lloyd says.

“I know.” You sighed.

“Just trust us.” Nick says.

“Ok.” You whispered. “I love you guys.” You say, standing on your tippy toes to kiss their lips.

“We love you too.” They say softly in union.

-Bucky’s Doll

[kakiki3]

Anybody else going absolutely feral for these images from the 2025 Cannes Festival? I can't put how I'm feeling into coherent words. But it made me feel a sort of way. And now I need to write a little Pedro fluff dabble. I could do smut but I'm feeling fluff is what this man needs. If you enjoy it please let me know. I feed off comments.

Rating: M (18+ MDNI), fluff, language, very light smut.

Summary: Pedro Pascal x Fem Reader (established relationship.) You join him for the Cannes festival and couldn't be more proud. But in the chaos of the flashing lights and screaming fans. He needs your grounding silence and your soft presence that feels like home to quiet the world around him.

You stand in the crowd, happily smiling and sighing watching as the man you love smiled and laughed, enjoying himself. You told him you couldn't make it. That work kept you away. And it was all worth it when his gaze catches yours. He takes a step forward, but catches himself.

You nod, giving him a knowing smile. Watching him being ushered by staff and security through a sea of people, you get a text.

"You little brat."

You smile, "surprise 😆."

"Where are you staying? I have this after party. It's an invite only."

"I know I'll meet you at your hotel room. Your sister got me arranged with an extra key."

"Lux knows? I don't know if I want to kill her or hug her."

"I'd go with hugging her. You love her too much to actually kill her, besides I'm only here one night and I rather not spend the night helping you hide a body 🙅🏽‍♀️⚰️"

"😂 fair point. See you soon? "

"I'll be waiting bebe 🫦 can't promise I'll be wearing this when you do... Or perhaps, it'll be nothing at all 🤭"

"mi amor you're gonna make me run back if you don't quit. I'll make a whole scene, don't tempt me."

"promises, promises. 🙃 Enjoy your afternoon see you tonight."

"Oh, and baby?"

"What?"

"You look fucking delicious 🥵🫦🧎🏽‍♀️"

"Woman..."

You look up and see him turn to look at you as he continues to walk. You can't help but give him a Cheshire smile.

After the festival, Pedro lies to his security and tells him he's retiring early for the night. Saying he must've eaten something bad.

He smiles as he walks into his suite seeing you sitting on the bed, a single ear bud in your ear, singing some Toni Braxton song off key.

He doesn't say a word, he just climbs over the end of the bed making his way over you, spreading one leg out, to lay between your thighs. Laying his head on your stomach. Hands toying with the cotton material of your nightie over your hips. Letting out a long sigh, you know he's letting the stress off the day out.

You take out the ear bud, placing it on the stand by you. And run your hand through his hair and under his shirt down his back. Massaging the day away.

He hums. "I'm glad you're here."

"I know I can feel it against my leg."

"Your fault," he mumbles against your stomach, "you're the one that said I looked delicious."

"Did I?" You grin, "I don't recall that."

"I have the text to prove it."

You laugh making your stomach shake which makes him smile. He kisses your stomach, his hands moving up the material above your hips. Laying lazy kisses over your bare skin.

"I thought you had work."

"I did, but something in your voice last we spoke told me you needed me more than work did."

He kissed a space below your chest, running a thumb over your bud. "How do you do that?" He sighs putting his head back down.

"I don't know, maybe the Pisces in me." You half-joke. "I just know you mi amor." Kissing the top of his head.

He sighs, melting into your touch as you work the tense knots in his shoulders. Soon you feel his whole body relax into you.

"Hermosa... keep this up and this night will end with me passing out on you and not from exhaustion from making you cum over and over again."

You close your eyes, rubbing your fingers down his back. "You prefer morning sex anyway."

"I do, but with you morning, noon, and night is my favorite."

"Papi, go to sleep."

"Call me Papi, and you know I won't be going to bed."

You gently push him off, moving to grab his shoe. "Come on handsome, let's get you ready for bed." Pulling off his shoes and socks, undoing his pants pulling them off. He smiles as he sits. "Arms up." He does, as you grab the hem of his shirt pulling it over his head.

He gives a sleepy smile. Pulling you to him. "What did I do to deserve you?"

"I ask myself that every day. Thank God for that little bookstore, and you have poor taste in women."

His mouth drops, and he gives your ass a swat. "Hey! That's my woman you're talking about. I almost didn't go into that store but then I saw you through the window." His hands move up your stomach. "I told myself I was content dying single. That I would never take a chance on love again, and one damn glance into a small bookstore and all that went out the same fucking window. disintegrated. Then you looked and smiled at me. I was a goner."

"Mr. Pascal, you smooth talker, you."

He wraps his arms around you. "Do you know how bad I wanted to push through the crowd today and kiss you, and not fucking care who saw."

"Probably just as bad as I wanted you too." You run your hands through his curls. "But I love our life. I love that it's ours. That it's free from the cruel words of the world, and the eyes of everyone. I would shout from the highest mountains that I am unwaveringly in love with you, and not regret the world knowing. But right here when it's just you and I. That's my favorite." He kisses you.

"Mine too." His eyes droop as he yawned.

"Alright bebe, time for sleep."

He pulls you to him throwing you on the bed, you laugh as you both get under the covers. You turn him so his back faces you. Kissing his shoulder. "I love you Mr. Pascal."

"I love you Mrs. Pascal." He nestles into your hold. "But tomorrow morning, be warned, I'm waking you up with my mouth."

"Promises promises."

"And you know I keep mine." He kisses your knuckles.

And he does, and did.