#and it was the longest fucking five minutes of my life

[madammayh3m]

Day 3: The One Where Literally Everything Goes Wrong

This one took course over two sessions that had us two players screaming “what the fuck” at the end of them both. The stakes have officially been raised, and Thais thinks it’s stupid that this is what did it, but at least we met a hot lady. As always, spoilers for the Curse of Strahd module, largely around some NPC secrets and fun things like that.

During the ritual, Thais notices that it seems like the Abbot has practiced this beforehand, and is putting on a show of some kind. Ilya is “returned to life” and Dimitri and Anna take him back inside. As the Abbot leaves, seeming pleased with his turn of events, he invites them to visit him up at the Abbey if they would like to speak with him. After he leaves, Thais and Ferrin look around some and notice that some of the older graves seem to have been disturbed somewhat recently.

Ferrin and Thais decide they will stay another day in order to speak with the Abbot, and decide to earn their keep by taking care of some of the Krezikov’s household chores. While they are doing this, a villager comes by to notify Anna that a woman in Krezk is about to give birth. Anna takes on the role of a “priest” during the birth, as opposed to asking the Abbot to be present. The two women are invited along because it’s considered good luck for there to be many people present at a birth. The birth goes smoothly, but the baby does not cry, and Ferrin notices that the midwife seems disappointed by this. She asks the midwife if there was anything wrong, and the midwife reveals not only that the baby was born without a soul, but that only 10% of Barovians do have souls.

The two decide to go up to the Abbey and speak with the Abbot about what he knows about the mists surrounding Barovia. Before they go up, Dimitri gives them a letter stating that he is in the Abbot’s debt for resurrecting his son. The Abbey is essentially turned into an asylum for those who have gone mad walking through the mist. They meet a mongrel-folk named Otto who takes them to go see the Abbot. While they wait for the Abbot to return, Ferrin drops a copper into the well in the middle of the courtyard, alerting the creature that lurks inside, which attacks them. The Abbot quickly interrupts the fight and invites them inside to talk. They learn that they’re very fortunate to not have experienced any negative effects from traversing the mist. They also learn that the Abbot believes that he can clear the mists over Barovia by sacrificing something to Strahd to make him happy – he has been training a young woman, Vasilka, to be Strahd’s bride. He asks them for a favor, to acquire a wedding dress for Vasilka, as the wedding is set to take place in a few days’ time.

After a tour of the Abbey and meeting a Vistani woman named Ezmerelda, who is immediately suspicious of Thais and also a total badass monster hunter with a burning hatred for Strahd, the two sit down with the Abbot who asks if they have any other questions for him. Thais, taking a chance, reveals her face to him and asks him if he knows her, which he denies. He becomes suspicious of her and she tells him what she knows. It turns out the Abbot is also balls to the wall crazy - he claims that she has been sent by the Morning Lord to become Strahd’s bride, as the fact that she has died, come back to life, been outside of Barovia, and still found her way back is absolutely unheard of. Ferrin tries to dissuade him from this line of thinking, but he brushes her aside, instead tasking her with telling Dimitri that he will be calling in the favor – Dimitri is to acquire the wedding dress, and Ferrin will help.

Thais is taken away by Vasilka to bathe and Ferrin goes to collect her and Thais’ belongings. Ferrin warns Dimitri of what has happened, and he promises not to stop them while they escape, but that he owes the Abbot and cannot directly interfere. Ferrin also asks him if he has ever heard of a woman named Vasilka, which he denies. Ferrin quickly returns, and while Thais spends the day being attended to by Vasilka, Ferrin goes to see if Ezmerelda would be a potential ally in their flight (and also has a gay sparring session with her). Ezmerelda, like Dimitri, indicates that while she won’t directly help them, she won’t get in their way. They also learn through Ezmerelda that Vasilka is a construct, not a resurrected woman like they initially thought.

They decide to wait for Vasilka to sleep before making their escape, but as it turns out, Vasilka doesn’t sleep. Ezmerelda casts a spell on Vasilka and tells her to go pick some flowers, and then rolls over and pointedly pretends to go to sleep. The two escape the building proper but are caught by Otto, who goes to notify the Abbot, and the two run down the cliff using Ferrin’s Spider Climb ability and into the woods. As they run, they see a bright flash of light and something winged take off from the Abbey. They continue deeper into the woods towards one of the only places they know the name of – Yester Hill.

However, during their flight they are ambushed by a battalion of zombies. The zombies kick their collective ass, but Strahd sends in direwolves to save the day. However, even with their assistance, Ferrin is knocked unconscious and Strahd himself appears and feeds her some of his blood to revive her. Thais barely manages to keep from attacking him, instead getting in between him and Ferrin. He reveals that he has been taking notes on Ferrin’s condition, and offers to make her a copy of them. He again reiterates that she is welcome to visit any time before leaving. The two camp for the night.

[inkskinned]

you get used to it, but it's tiring, because they need you to understand your own life as a series of goalposts. what college are you going to, what's your major going to be, whatcha gonna do with that, oh where will you settle down, when can i expect grandkids.

for the longest time my goals have been so blurry that they track into each other, their undefined edges slipping quietly back into the soft night. today i want to be a writer; tomorrow i will want to be a doctor, later i will wish i took that law school free ride. how the fuck do people just know what they want to do with their life?

where do you want to be in five years? i want to be alive; which is a huge step for me. ten years ago i would have said i want to be asleep and meant i hope that i'm dead by then.

but i want a yellow kitchen and a stand mixer. i want a garden and a fruit tree (cherry, if i can make that happen) and a big yard for my dogs to play in. i want to come home and read poetry out loud to someone and have them close their eyes to listen. i want a summer watergun fight. i want to make snowmen. i want to be the house to go to for halloween. i want my life to settle around me in a softness, for it to lay down gently. if i am very, very, very lucky, i want to travel; finally go someplace overseas.

of course i don't know what i want to be doing professionally. what i actually want to be doing is curling up beside my dog, settling in to read. i want to be making myself a cup of good coffee.

i can't answer the other questions. whenever people asked me what do you want to be when you grow up, i used to say i hope i'm happy.

i hope i'm still kind, five years from now. i hope i never get jaded and mean. i hope i have stayed in therapy. what do you picture yourself doing? when will you actually be an adult about this? why are you so afraid of being ambitious?

am i not ambitious? the other day i rearranged my furniture which doesn't quite fit into my apartment. i watered my plants. i'm going to try to propagate a cherry seed. my five year goal is to spend more time laughing. to lie down in a patch of sunwarm moss. to relax for a minute. to close my eyes and think oh thank god. this is why i stayed. this is finally it.

[writingmar]

hi, can I request the combination A2 and F7 for Spencer Reid smut prompts, please?? Thanks <333

'𝐛𝐞𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞.'

𝘴𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘪𝘥 𝘹 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘦𝘳

Prompt A2: dryhumping + F7: in a car - (prompts lists)

after a long day of working a case, one of the BAU cars broke down, which means that all six of you have to pile into a five person car. luckily, spencer offers his lap for you as a seat...

wc: 1.1k

content & tw: sensual fluff, public, dry humping.

a/n: this is much tamer than my usual writing but i rlly enjoyed it!

'oh, for fucks sake,' JJ says as she turns the key in the ignition. the car sputters and shakes with all its might but it doesn't start. 'i'm never renting from this company again, this thing has been having issues the entire time.'

'here, let me try,' you say as you bend over the center console to try the key for yourself, but obviously, it doesn't change anything. JJ grabs her phone and calls someone. 'hey, rossi, our car has broken down, could we hitch a ride to the hotel..? yeah, i know, we'll squeeze in... great, thanks, we'll see you in a minute.'

'don't the boys have a five-seater?' you ask as JJ hangs up the phone. she looks over at you with a sweet smile. 'yeah, but like i said, we'll squeeze in. and besides, i've been seeing you eye spencer, and he'll be polite enough to offer you a seat.'

you feel your cheeks heat and tell JJ to shut up, but you know damn well she's right. you have been eyeing spencer for a while. in fact, you've been doing more than that. unspoken moments together in hallways, soft touches during long days which end in secret randez-vous in hotel rooms late at night. during those meetings, spencer shows a different side of himself, the built up sensual tension from the entire day unloading onto you, and you know he loves that day long chase.

when the boys pull up, rossi is in the passenger seat with hotch driving. spencer and derek sit in the backseat. when derek opens the door and moves to the middle seat, you can already hear spencer rambling. 'driving with too many people in the car, particularly with one person sitting on another's lap, poses significant safety risks and is illegal in many places. the likelihood of severe injury or death increases for all passengers when seat belts are not used properly. according to the CDC, seat belt use reduces the risk of death by 45% and the risk of serious injury by 50% for front-seat occupants. For those in the rear seats, the reduction in risk of death is 25%.'

you smile as you hear his voice, JJ already having taken derek's spot, meaning the car is now full. you open the door at spencers seat, 'well, then i guess i'll sit in one of the rear seats, seeing as that cuts my risk of death in half,' you say, moving yourself to sit in spencers lap.

'no, wait, that's not what i meant, i just-' spencer starts to ramble again, his cheeks warming as you sit yourself down on his legs. derek cuts him off and says, 'well then you better hold on tight, pretty boy. be her seat belt.'

spencer looks confused and a bit panicked for a second, but when hotch starts the car, he wastes no time and wraps his arms around you. 'kids, behave back there,' he says as he pulls away.

rossi starts talking to hotch about today's case, a serial killer in the midwest, while JJ keeps derek's eyes on her in conversation. you and spencer are in a little bubble, even with four others in the car, no one is focussed on the two of you.

every time hotch turns a corner or hits a speed bump, your ass moves slightly over spencers crotch, and you feel his arms tighten around you. the drive will be about half an hour, but you can tell its going to be the longest thirty minutes of your life when you start to feel something growing underneath you.

you turn your head to look at spencer, who stares straight ahead. you always wonder what happens in his mind, but especially now. after another speed bump, he closes his eyes and his lips part slightly as you feel a twitch under you.

you start to grin, his desperate attempts to keep himself composed absolutely adorable. you decide to push your luck, grinding yourself down on him subtly. he moves one hand to your hip, grabbing it tightly and stilling you. you're afraid you might have gone too far.

when you look back at him, he is no longer staring forward. his eyes are fixed on you, and he starts to pull your hip back and forth. you open your mouth slightly in a surprised gasp, not expecting him to be so bold.

JJ and derek's chatter beside you, rossi and hotch's in front, and the two of you completely silent. the radio plays softly, and you're sure nobody is actually listening, but you will never be able to listen to this song like you used to before. taylor swift's 'wildest dreams' is now the soundtrack to an intimate moment between you two, and you know you'll remember this whenever you hear it again.

spencer keeps his movements subtle and slow, not pulling any attention to the two of you. the tension is almost palpable, and you truly hope nobody notices, but the people in this car are bold enough to say something if they do.

every soft gasp coming from spencer's lips, ever small furrow as his brow, but especially every bit of movement and every twitch from his cock makes you wetter and wetter, and you know damn well that you won't be alone in your hotel room tonight.

his hand that's not on your hip holds onto you tightly, squeezing the skin on your side as he desperately tries to get you closer, maybe even to get you alone.

the drive seems to last forever, but when the car comes to a halt, it feels like only 5 minutes have passed. you hadn't realised how much you had been pulled into the moment, and judging by spencers sigh, he hadn't either.

'well we made it. go to sleep, everyone. this case is far from closed,' hotch says as you all climb out of the car. you smile at spencer, his eyes still fixed on you. 'get some rest, spence, i'll see you tomorrow.'

derek takes one look at you two and smiles at the floor. as you walk towards the door, you hear derek talk to spencer, mocking your words, 'yeah, reid, get some rest.'

'shut up,' spencer said, his voice cracking slightly on the nerves, but you know that in about thirty minutes, he will be knocking on your hotel room door and he will be everything but for nervous...

[theemporium]

[3.5k] luke hits the west coast for his first long roadie of the season with some unsettling feelings about leaving jersey for so long. who would have thought his biggest problem on the road would end up being looking at his caller id over the actual hockey games he was playing? (smut)

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hockey boy: u up?

Luke Hughes had never felt like more of a fuck boy than he did the moment he had sent the text—which was ironic when he was quite literally the opposite of a fuckboy.

He hadn’t even meant for it to come across that way. Genuinely, he did not.

Despite being officially in the NHL for over a month now, this was the first time Luke was going on a roadie across the country whilst wearing the New Jersey red on his back. Most of their away games had been in nearby cities, where they would maybe spend a day or two in another city before returning to Jersey. 

But this was the longest one yet—a full ten days in the west coast for games against San Jose, LA and Anaheim. 

He wanted to say it wasn’t a big deal, that he was used to the life of hockey taking him to new cities and states. But things were different in the NHL. The stakes were higher, the games meant more even this early in the season, things just felt a lot more intense.

But it felt stupid to confess as much to his brother or any of the other boys when he literally played in the playoff games last season, when the stakes were the Cup. 

However, Luke couldn’t shake off the weird intensity of the roadie. He played off Jack’s concerned looks with some bullshit excuse that he was tired, that he was just struggling to sleep these days. It didn’t wave away his older brother’s concern but it got him off his back for a little bit. It let Jack focus on a different concern and not the real reason (that felt borderline childish to admit) that he felt on edge about leaving Jersey for so long. 

And it meant that Luke was laying in the hotel room alone whilst Jack was out with some of the other guys on the team for dinner, embracing the one free evening they had before the game tomorrow against San Jose. 

He had flipped through a variety of shows on the tv and scrolled through endless apps on his phone before he gave in, his finger hovering over the send button before he clicked it.

It hadn’t even hit him how his text sounded until your reply came through a few moments later. 

cherry🍒: damn hughes

cherry🍒: you gonna ask me what i’m wearing next?

His cheeks instantly burned hot, something quite like embarrassment and awkwardness bubbling in the pit of his stomach. 

At least it was hard to focus on the upcoming games when he was too busy thinking about the quickest ways to flee the country and change his identity. 

hockey boy: absolutely not 

Luke’s fingers moved fast on the screen, already drafting up a second message when your reply came through. 

cherry🍒: rude :( 

cherry🍒: maybe I had something special on for you 

And that was enough to make his brain go blank, the sentence he was in the middle of typing long forgotten as he stared at the words on his screen. He almost felt guilty how quickly his imagination came up with images of you back on his bed, just like his birthday party, in something short and sexy and—

He almost dropped his phone on his face when it began buzzing in his hand, scrambling to sit up in his bed as he answered. 

“H-Hello?” He cleared his throat, his face burning warmer when he heard your laugh on the other side. 

“You sound a little caught off, Hughes,” you teased, lighthearted and playful. “Did I interrupt something?” 

“I—no!” Luke exclaimed, though something inside him relaxed when you laughed again. “I didn’t…I didn’t mean for it to come off like that. I swear. I just wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t think so considering it’s been five minutes since my last message and you hadn’t replied yet. Not really setting the mood there.” 

He shook his head, his lips twitching upwards. “So you’re saying you’re not wearing something special for me?” 

“Unfortunately not. Just some sweats and a hoodie.” 

“Hm,” Luke hummed before frowning, taking a quick glance at the time on his phone before he swore under his breath. “Shit, I didn’t wake you up, did I?”

You laughed and something in his chest tightened as he imagined the soft smile on your face as you did so. “No, I couldn’t get to sleep. I was just watching some random episode of The Vampire Diaries before you called.”

Luke blinked. “The what?” 

You fell silent for a moment. “Tell me you’re joking.” 

He paused as well before he spoke in the most unconvincing voice. “I’m joking?” 

“Forget watching it, how have you never heard of it?!” 

“I don’t know!” Luke defended weakly, shuffling back further against the pillows. “Is this your subtle way of telling me to watch it?”

“No!” 

He frowned. “No?”

“I want to watch it with you. I want to see your reactions.” 

Luke snorted but he didn’t disagree, something fond and warm bubbling in the pit of his stomach at your insistence. “Fine, deal,” he mused. “But it would have at least given me something to do.” 

“Wow, is Jack that boring of a roommate?” 

He laughed. “Nah, he went out with some of the other guys for dinner.” 

“You didn’t feel like joining?” 

“Not really,” he admitted. 

“How come?” 

“Just…didn’t feel like it,” he said, his fingers tugging on the drawstrings of his hoodie as the spiralling thoughts began to creep in again. Like a reminder he wasn’t just lying on his bed back in Jersey talking away to you on the phone, that he was actually on the other side of the country. 

And it seemed like you sensed his reluctance, the shift in his voice like he seemed distant and you wanted to pull him back in.

“So you try to sext me instead?” Your voice was playful and taunting and he could imagine the smirk on your face so clearly. 

“Shut up,” he groaned, his cheeks burning once again. “I didn’t—”

“You so did.”

“That was not my intention at all,” he retorted. 

“Damn, Hughes, didn’t take you for a phone sex kind of a guy?” 

Luke could only thank some superior being above that it wasn’t a facetime call, that you couldn’t see how bad he was blushing. “I am neither a sexting or phone sex kind of guy.” 

“Boo, it’s more fun than you would think.” 

His nose scrunched up. “I don’t know.” 

“Don’t knock it until you try it, Luke.”

…

Despite being in two very different states, Luke had found himself on the phone with you most nights of the roadie so far.

It wasn’t really a co-dependent thing, like Jack liked to tease him about when he caught Luke waiting for your message saying you were free to call after the game in LA. It was a similar feeling he had with his friends back in Michigan or his brothers, this strong urge to tell you things. He wanted to share it with you, he wanted to tell you about something stupid Jack did in the locker room or the weird drink Curtis smuggled him at dinner. 

And in turn, he wanted to hear about your day too. He wanted to hear about how the nice barista at the coffee shop on the way to work gave you a free cookie because she fucked up your order by accident. He wanted to hear about the way your upstairs neighbour had taken up tap dancing and seemed to only find eleven o’clock at night the most appropriate time to practise. He just wanted to hear you talk. 

Luke was at least self-aware enough to realise he was being a bit insane with the phone calls every night when he was only gone for over a week. But day six into a ten day roadie and he just kind of wished he was chilling on your couch when listening to these stories rather than a nondescript hotel room he shared with his brother with limited privacy. 

However, the phone calls had become such a routine over the last few days that he didn’t even think twice when he picked up his buzzing phone, answering and putting it on speaker as he walked towards his suitcase in only a towel. 

“Hey, I’ve been waiting for your call,” Luke said, an easy smile on his face as he quickly grabbed some clothes to change into after his shower. 

“Really? I didn’t realise you missed me that much. I miss you too, dude.” 

Luke froze, his eyes widening as he snapped his gaze back towards his phone. He quickly grabbed it off his bed, letting out a soft ‘fuck’ when he realised it was Ethan, not you. 

“Luke? You still there?” 

“Uh yeah,” Luke cleared his throat. “Sorry, I just came out of the shower. So, uh, what’s up?” 

“I caught the game, just wanted to make sure you were alright. Looked like a tough game but you were killer out there, bud.” 

He paused, his lips twitching upwards. “You watched the game?”

“Don’t sound so surprised, dude. The boys watch every game we can. Our boy is in the big leagues! We gotta support you.”

“I didn’t know,” he admitted, his chest tightening a little.

“We miss you on the team, gotta get our fix somehow,” Ethan joked, lighthearted and playful. 

And yet, Luke felt a wave of guilt wash over him. Despite flying out for his birthday party, he hadn’t really been messaging the boys back in Michigan as much as he should have. He knew they were also giving him space to settle into the NHL lifestyle and they were busy with classes and such, but his own surprise from Ethan calling confirmed enough that he needed to reach out more. 

“I miss playing with you guys too,” Luke confessed, and it was true. He loved the Devils and he loved living out his dream but a small part of him itched to be back on the ice with his UMich boys again. 

“Yeah but you never threw us around like that.” 

Luke let out a groan, ignoring Ethan’s laughs. “I didn’t mean to knock him over like that, it was just the momentum!” 

Ethan’s laughs only got louder. 

…

It was the night before the Anaheim game when Jack had all but bolted out the room, muttering something about hanging out with Trevor and that he would be back before dinner. 

In all honesty, Luke didn’t question it much. He just waved his brother off, saying he was going to have a small nap before he started getting ready for whatever restaurant Trevor had booked for them (assuring that it would fit their diet plan but Luke wasn’t convinced). Between the travelling and training on the road, Luke found himself more exhausted than he was from back-to-back games in Jersey.

And he genuinely was going to nap until his phone buzzed with a message from you and he found himself dialling your number before he could help himself. 

“A call already? You didn’t even give me a chance to try sexting you.” 

He rolled his eyes. “I don’t see what the point is.” 

“I like hearing you get all flustered and nervous.” 

“Yeah but it’s not really the same thing, is it?” He commented, running a hand through his curls before tugging his hood back over his head. “Surely it’s just a bit…awkward.” 

“It can be hot if you do it right,” you corrected him. “Personally, I think phone sex is better but it can be fun to sext too. Like a thrill, you know?” 

“Yes because nothing sounds sexier than talking about sex,” he mused.

“It’s not like that,” you laughed, shuffling around on the other side of the phone. “Think of it like…foreplay.” 

His brows furrowed together. “In what way?” 

“You aren’t together but you’re telling each other what you would want to do if you were. What you wish you could be doing. And you’re listening to it all, listening to them get off to your words.” 

Luke swallowed harshly. “It still sounds awkward.” 

There was a pause on the other side. “Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” he breathed out, shifting a little in his spot. “Wouldn’t it make more sense to facetime them and see them?” 

“It’s about using your imagination, Luke,” you hummed, sounding amused by his grasp on phone sex. “It’s about taking the scraps of what they tell you and letting your brain run wild with it.” 

He let out an unconvinced hum.

“Still sceptical?”

“Maybe.” 

There was a small pause before you spoke again. “You’re alone, right?” 

“Uh, yeah,” Luke nodded, even if you couldn’t see him. “Jack won’t be back for another few hours so—”

“So you can be a good boy for me?” 

His brain went blank.

“C’mon, Luke.” He could almost hear the smirk in your voice. “Remember what we said about words?”

“Yeah,” he let out a shaky breath. “Yeah, I can be…good.”

“I know you can, you’re always so good f’me,” you commented, so nonchalant and casual like your worlds didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. “Tell me what you’re doing right now.” 

“Uh,” he cleared his throat. “I’m lying in bed, talking to you. But you know that—”

“What are you wearing?” 

Luke glanced down at himself, the Devils branded hoodie and UMich sweatpants hardly the sexiest of outfit choices but he muttered out his response regardless. “Isn’t that the exact line you teased me about earlier?” 

“You telling me you’re wearing something special just for me?” 

He snorted, despite himself. “Hardly.” 

“That’s fine. You look better without anything anyway. A shame you’re all the way in California, would’ve been nice to have you all to myself.”

He gulped. “Is this where I use my imagination to guess what you’d do to me?” 

“If you want,” you said, laughing softly and it almost felt like you were right there beside him. “Or I could tell you how I miss hearing those pretty noises you make when you come, the little moans you let out when I touch you.” 

“Shit,” he muttered. “How do you just say those things so…easily?” 

“Because I know what I like and I’m confident with saying what I want. And I really like making you come, you’re always so sweet. You get so blushy and shy, it’s cute. I could only imagine what you’d be like when I get my mouth on you.”

Luke squirmed, his hand reaching down to press down on the length of his cock like it would ease the way he was twitching at her words. 

“Would you like that, Luke?”

“Y-Yeah,” he breathed out, nodding even if you couldn’t see him.

“Bet you would look so pretty, all shy and nervous to touch me even if you wanted to,” you continued, his eyes fluttering shut like he could pretend you were really in the room with him, like you were really whispering all of this in his ear. “But I would want you to, Luke. I would wanna feel your hands in my hair, wanna see you take control.” 

“I would,” he mumbled out, his hand slowly stroking himself over his sweatpants as he imagined it. As he imagined being sat on your couch, with you kneeling between his legs and your eyes glued on his reactions. It made his whole body feel hot and flustered. 

“Yeah, baby? You’d take control? Fuck my mouth?” 

He was almost embarrassed by the noise he let out.

“Are you touching yourself right now? Letting your imagination fill in the blanks?” 

“Mhm,” he nodded. 

“Good, baby, good. Keep touching yourself, keep making yourself feel good.”

“Wish it was you,” he managed to mutter out, his cock straining under the fabric of his boxers and sweatpants. However, any embarrassment or lingering awkwardness was long gone as he pushed them down to his knees, not even bothered to kick them off as he got his hand on himself. 

“Yeah? Me too, baby. I wish I was with you now, could watch you squirm and beg f’me with your dick down my throat.”

“Fuck,” he hissed, squeezing the base of his cock as he tried to mimic the night of his birthday, to mimic the feeling of your hand on him instead. “That’s…vulgar.”

You laughed, and it shouldn’t have been so hot to him but it was. “Too much? You don’t want me to talk about how badly I wish that it was you touching me right now?”

“You’re touching yourself right now?” It was almost a wheeze, like the air had been knocked out of his lungs and it hadn’t even hit him until that moment that you were in the same position as him. 

“Mhm,” you hummed, all sweet and high-pitched and it reminded him of the noise you made just before you came on his fingers. “If I was more patient, I would’ve got a toy. Would’ve felt way better.” 

“Toy?” He rasped. 

“Jealous?” You teased, unaware of the way Luke turned his head to the side, biting down on his pillow to hold back his groans as he continued to stroke himself. “I’ll show you when you’re back.” 

“Show me on yourself?” 

“I can use them on you too, pretty boy, if you could handle it.” 

“I…could,” he muttered out, listening to the breathy, moany laugh on the other side of the phone.

“We’ll see,” you hummed. “Maybe I’ll send you a video for your next roadie. Keep you occupied while you’re away.”

“Nuh uh,” he bit out, shaking his head. “This. I like this. I like hearing your voice.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah,” he repeated, his stomach twisting as his thumb swiped over the head of his cock and rubbed the small bead of precum along his slit. “S’close.” 

“Come f’me, wanna hear you come.”

It was a bit of a mindfuck if Luke was completely honest with himself. The pleasure running down his spine, leaving his body hot and heavy and just as good as it did when he was with you didn’t make sense to him. Listening to the little breathy moans and whines you let out when he came all over his hand, as he listened to you get yourself off shouldn’t have made his dick twitch so soon. He shouldn’t have been able to make himself come so hard just from some dirty talk from you, and yet he had. 

Though, Luke didn’t have a lot of explanations when it came to the way you made him feel.

“You still there?” 

“Yeah,” he hummed, his eyes still shut as he laid on the bed, practically melting into the sheets beneath him. “Kinda need that nap now.”

You snorted. “You should clean up before you fall asleep.” 

“Five minutes,” he murmured out, a lazy smile on his face as your laugh echoed through the phone.

…

He was rushing to button up his shirt when his phone rang again. 

He was already running late for the reservations Trevor made for dinner (if the constant stream of messages from Jack was telling him anything) and his nap lasted longer than he expected. But he couldn’t bite back his smile as he reached for his phone, his thumb already swiping to answer the call as he rummaged through his suitcase to find his cologne. 

“You’re out of luck if you’re wanting to go for a round two,” Luke mused once the call had connected, an odd wave of confidence in his voice as he spoke. 

“Round two of what?” 

Luke froze, yanking his phone away from his ear to see Quinn’s name on his screen. He let out a muttered ‘what the fuck’ under his breath, an odd sense of deja vu from his phone call with Ethan washing over him before he quickly answered his eldest brother. 

“Uh, nothing,” he laughed off, resisting the urge to yank on his own hair after he had spent the better part of the last fifteen minutes trying to make his curls look presentable. “Just some…exercise challenge thing Jack and I were trying out.” 

“And you think he would call you about it? Aren’t you two together right now?” 

“Yes. No!” Luke shook his head at himself. “No, he’s in Nico’s room right now.” 

“I thought you were getting dinner with Trevor?” 

“Right,” Luke laughed once again, awkward and strained. “We are. He just…had to tell Nico something first. You know Jack! Just…always attached to Nico’s hip.”

There was a moment of silence before Quinn spoke again. “Are you feeling okay?” 

“I feel great, actually! Speaking of, I need to go so I’ll call you later. Okay, great, bye!” 

He slammed the small red button until the call disconnected, throwing his phone down on his bed and letting out a long, deep sigh. He really needed to start looking at his phone before answering calls, it was getting a bit ridiculous. 

Luke finished getting ready, shoving some shoes on and making his way towards the elevator as he began typing out a message before slipping his phone into his pocket, already preparing himself for Jack’s whining about how late he is by the time he reached the lobby.

hockey boy: remind me to give you a personalised ringtone when i’m back in jersey

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[vivwritesfics]

part 2 of the lando soulmate th ing?

The First Part

Tell me when the F1 comes to your city.

It was a damn long shot, but it was all Lando had. It was kind of crazy, that one of the only things she was able to tell him about herself was that she didn't like the Formula One.

It was, well, nothing to go on, but it was all he had.

Why? So I can tell you how obsessed my friends are with Pube face?

Yeah, he was Pube face. She didn't know what she was calling him Pube face, but he was Pube face. And he didn't much mind.

Just trust me, he said, and he could basically feel the way she laughed at him.

I don't know you, she answered.

But still, she told him when the F1 got to her city. It's here, she said after a good few months.

It had been so long since Lando had said it to her, he'd completely forgotten all about it. What's here? What've you done? He asked as he got ready for the first practice session.

You wanted to know when the Formula One got to my city, she said.

His eyes widened. Fuck, they were in the same city. Have you got a ticket? He asked quickly. The practice session could wait, he decided. This was far more important.

A ticket for what?

The race!

The way his knee was bouncing was uncontrollable. He tapped his hands against his knee as he waited for her to answer. Goddamn, it was taking far too long. And she wasn't fucking replying.

But then, she answered. I've looked into getting tickets and they're all sold out, she said. Plus, they were expensive as hell, anyway.

He looked around his drivers room, looked at the clock on the wall. Somebody knocked on his door, but he didn't care. Look, I'm busy for the next hour, but do you think you could get to the race track?

There was another pause, one that had him so damn stressed. Not the track, she said and he released a breath. But there's a town maybe forty five minutes away. I can get there.

It was the longest Free Practice of his life. But, as soon as it was finished, as soon as he was out of his car and his helmet was pulled from his head, he was running through the paddock to get to his car. He had nothing on him, but he didn't much care. What's the name of the town.

She tried to say the name, but it came out in a way that he couldn't hear it. That was house it worked. Okay, just sit in a café somewhere. I'll pay for whatever coffee you drink.

That was how Lando Norris found himself driving to towns forty five minutes to an hour away from the track. He went to three different towns, not really caring for the approaching Free Practice session. He went in every café in these towns, saying 'Pube face?' to random people.

His phone was going crazy, though, the McLaren team calling him back to the track. A sigh left his lips as he walked into the final café in the final town. I'm gonna have to give up soon, he said as he scanned the faces of everybody in the café.

Omg, she said suddenly. Guess who just walked into the café.

Desperately, he looked around. Who?

Pube face.

His heart felt as if it was going to stop. Stand up.

And there, in the corner of the café, a girl stood up. It looked a little odd, her standing as she drank her coffee. She looked from person to person, refusing to look at Lando.

But then he approached her. "Holy shit," he said as he approached her. "Pube face?"

The surprise was so clearly written on her face as she carefully put her coffee cup down. Because, if she wasn't careful, it would have gone clattering to the floor.

But then she shook her head. "You know you're Pube face, right?" She asked, voice shaking slightly. Good, she was just as nervous as he was.

Lando scratched at the facial hair on his chin. "You don't like it?" He asked, unable to stop grinning at her.

She looked at him, really looked at him and on the facial hair on his chin. "You know what? I think it could grow on me." She sat back down and nodded to the chair across from her. "You wanna get coffee with me?"

[lvnleah]

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July 30th 2023.

It had been two weeks since your embryo transfer and they’d felt like the longest two weeks ever. The days seemed to drag on and like they were never going to end. All you and Leah wanted to do was grab the box of pregnancy tests and see if your little embryo had stuck.

You’d heard about how tough the two-week wait was but you didn’t expect it to be so tough for you and Leah. The urge to take a pregnancy test bubbled up inside of you more and more each day, it was all you were thinking about.

The two weeks had been hard for both you and Leah. You found yourself more emotional and tired than usual and you were getting overwhelmed more easily. You weren't sure whether it was from all the hormones being pumped into your body or just the stress that the wait was causing.

Half way through the two week wait, Leah’s rehab began which meant you focused on something else for a few days. For a few days your mind was taken off of the pregnancy tests that sat in the cupboard daunting you but the same urge to test soon came back. You were in the bathroom when you heard the front door open and Leah’s voice soon followed the sound.

“Love?” Leah called out as you heard her bag drop, “I’m home!”

“In the bathroom!” You called back, your voice shaking with emotions.

A few seconds later the bathroom door opened. Leah’s mouth dropped open as her eyes darted between you sitting on the toilet lid and the four different pregnancy tests lined up on the bathroom counter.

“Did you?” Leah trailed off, pointing at the pregnancy tests, “Did you take them?”

You nodded, tears welling in your eyes, “about five minutes ago but I’ve not looked.”

It had been ten days since your embryo transfer and today was the day that you were allowed to take a pregnancy test. Although you and Leah had agreed to wait until she was home from training, you just couldn’t wait to take the test.

You and Leah exchanged a nervous glance. Leah stepped closer and pulled you into a hug as you stood up.

“Everything’s going to be fine,” Leah mumbled as she placed a kiss on your forehead.

Leah cupped your cheeks and softly kissed your lips. “I want you to know, whatever the test says I love you okay? Our family will grow in its own time whether it’s now, next month or in a year. I love you and we’re gonna be okay, if it doesn’t work we can always try again.”

You nodded your head, a few stray tears slipping down your face. “Can you look?

“Yeah of course,” Leah nodded, running her hands down your waist before picking up the test. “Everything’s going to be fine, I promise.”

You watched closely as Leah picked up the two digital pregnancy tests and one normal lined test that laid face down on the bathroom counter. She counted down from three before turning the tests over.

“Holy fuck!” Leah gasped, turning the tests around to face you. “You’re pregnant, we’re having a baby!” Leah laughed as tears welled up in her eyes.

“No way?!” You said in disbelief, taking the tests from Leah’s hands. “Holy shit, I’m pregnant.”

Tears slipped down both your and Leah’s cheeks as you laughed in disbelief. All three tests were positive. The normal ones had faint but still visible lines on them and the digital ones read 2-3 weeks on them.

“I can’t believe it worked.” Leah laughed as she picked you up, “We’re really having a baby.”

You buried your head into the crook of her neck, nodding as tears fell down your face, “we’re going to be mums! Oh my god, that’s crazy.”

You couldn’t believe it. After years of dreaming about it, you were finally going to have a baby with Leah. A little life was growing inside you, something your mind couldn’t comprehend.

Your legs wrapped around Leah’s waist as she carried you out of the bathroom and into your bedroom. She gently laid you down on the bed before lifting your (her) shirt and revealing your stomach.

“I love you so much,” Leah whispered, kissing your lips gently, “I love you both so so much.”

You laughed as you both wiped your tears, “I love you so much more.”

“Can I talk to them?” She questioned, her hand resting on your stomach.

“Of course, Le.” You smiled, propping yourself up on your elbows, “they’re still tiny though.”

“I don’t care.” She said, moving down so her head was level with your stomach. “Hi baby, I’m your Mumma!”

Leah began to rub small circles just below your belly button while your hand rubbed over her blonde hair.

She lifted her hand and placed a soft kiss on your stomach, “I’m your Mumma, I can’t wait to meet you. You’re so so loved already and I’m so proud to be your Mumma, little Gooner.”

You laughed, “Le, baby what if they’re not an Arsenal supporter? What if they follow in your Dad and Jacob’s footsteps and support Tottenham?”

“Over my dead body will my child be a Tottenham supporter!” Leah said, disgust jokingly written over her face. “No way will my brother or dad brainwash them into supporting Tottenham, they’ll be a Gooner through and through!”

You cupped Leah’s and pulled her lips up to your own, “Whatever you say baby.” You laughed.

The next day, your IVF clinic confirmed the pregnancy through blood tests. You were officially pregnant, 4 weeks to be exact, and they soon booked you in for your first ultrasound at 8 weeks.

A week before your ultrasound, morning sickness began.

A wave of nausea washed over your body the second your eyes peeled themselves open. You fought to get the duvet off your sweaty body before dashing to the bathroom, Leah following closely behind you.

You threw yourself down on the ground and lifted the toilet seat, spilling the contents of your stomach. It soon became part of your daily routine. You wake up, throw up and get back into bed and then throw up again for most of the day.

You were constantly nauseous and throwing up, your boobs ached like anything and soon the food diversions settled in.

“Deep breaths,” Leah said, her voice soothing as you threw up. “It’ll pass.”

“I hate this.” You groaned in between throwing up, “Is this what it’s going to be like?”

Leah sighed, “Only for a few weeks, it’ll be okay, I promise pretty girl.”

The morning of your first ultrasound, August 24th, you woke up the same way you’d woken up for the past week. Leah comforted you just like she had done every morning before making you some plain toast, one of the few things you could stomach.

While getting ready, waves of nausea overtook you and you found yourself spending more time next to the toilet than actually getting ready.

Eventually, you were able to tear yourself away from the toilet and leave your apartment. The ultrasound clinic was a short drive away. You sat in the passenger seat, clutching your stomach as if that would somehow ease the nausea. Leah drove carefully, glancing at you with concern every now and then.

“Are you okay?” she asked, her voice gentle.

You nodded, unable to speak. The waves of nausea were relentless, and you wondered how you’d manage to get through the ultrasound without throwing up.

When you arrived at the clinic, the waiting room was surprisingly empty. A receptionist greeted you and handed you a clipboard with forms to fill out. You tried to focus on the basic question which asked your name, date of birth, and medical history but your mind kept drifting back to the queasiness in your stomach.

Leah sat beside you, holding your hand. “Almost time to see our bubba,” she whispered, placing a kiss on your temple. “Just a few more minutes.”

You nodded and a few moments later your name was called. You and Leah followed the nurse down the hallway and into the small room. Leah pulled up a chair beside you and held your hand as you laid on the examination table.

“The gel will be a little bit cold.” the young nurse warned you, a gentle smile on her face.”

As the nurse spread the cold gel on your abdomen, you felt Leah's grip tighten around your hand. The room was dimly lit, and the hum of the ultrasound machine was the only sound breaking the silence.

You held your breath as the nurse moved the wand over your skin, and then, there it was.

The first glimpse of your baby.

The image on the screen was grainy and indistinct, but it was enough to make out the tiny heartbeat flickering steadily.

"There's your baby," the nurse said with a smile, pointing to the screen.

Leah's breath hitched, and you turned to see tears welling up in her eyes. She was smiling through her tears, a look of pure joy and wonder on her face.

"Oh my goodness," she whispered, her voice choked with emotion. "There's our little bubba."

You squeezed her hand back, equally emotional by the sight in front of you. The waves of nausea that had plagued you all morning faded away as you both watched in awe, already in love with the little life that was just starting to grow.

The nurse’s voice was gentle, "Would you like to hear the heartbeat?"

Without hesitation, you both nodded eagerly. A rhythmic thumping filled the room, Leah's tears spilled over as she listened, squeezing your hand even tighter.

You smiled, feeling a tear trail down your cheek as you looked at Leah, "It's our baby's heartbeat,"

Leah brought your hand up to her mouth before placing a soft kiss on the back of it. You watched as the nurse took measurements and did basic checks on the baby.

"Would you like to take some pictures home?" she eventually asked.

"Yes, please," Leah responded, her voice still thick with tears.

The nurse printed off as many photos as she was allowed to while you cleaned the gel off of your stomach. She also told you your date, April 4th, which was just a few days after Leah’s birthday.

As you settled into the car, Leah cradled the ultrasound photo in her hands, her eyes never leaving it. You glanced over, your heart swelling with love.

"Look at how tiny they are," Leah whispered, tracing the outline of the image. "I can’t believe that’s our baby." Her voice held a mixture of awe and tenderness.

“We’re really having a baby,” you smiled, your eyes meeting with Leah’s as she looked across from you.

Leah's smile was radiant. "I can't wait to meet them," she said. "These next seven and a half months are gonna be long."

“Imagine they come on your birthday,” you laughed, “It’ll be your best birthday gift ever.”

Leah’s smile somehow grew, “It’d be the best, a little birthday buddy.”

The next couple of weeks blurred together and you felt like pregnancy was overtaking your life. The following days after your first ultrasound were spent throwing up all day long and sleeping a lot.

You hoped it was just a bad sickness spell that would soon pass but by the time you were eight weeks along, in late August, it was your daily routine.

You’d wake up, be sick, take a nap, wake up and then be sick again. It was a vicious cycle that was on repeat and you could barely keep food and water down, everything you ate was beige and plain and almost identical to Leah’s plain diet she had.

It was even worse trying to avoid your family and friends. Your closest friends that you shared with Leah were trying to make plans but you always had to come up with some lame excuses, most times using Leah’s ACL as a reason. When it came to family, Leah’s mum knew you were doing IVF but everyone else still had no idea.

No one apart from you and Leah knew you were pregnant despite you being ten weeks.

“Le, please go out with your mum.” You begged your wife, “I’ll be fine, I promise. I’m just going to get back into bed.”

You and Leah had arranged to spend the day with Amanda, you were planning on telling her about the pregnancy. It was the start of September and Leah had a day off from rehab. Her rehab was coming along well and despite you being asleep most of the time you spent together, you were proud of her.

“Pretty girl, I’m not going to leave you when you’re struggling,” Leah said, rubbing circles on your back, “How’re you feeling?”

You sighed, leaning against the cold bathroom wall as you sat next to the toilet, “I think that sickness spell is over, I’ll probably get another half hour before I’m sick again.”

Leah sat down in front of you and passed you a cold bottle of water, “Wanna sit on the couch and cuddle for a bit?”

You nodded, feeling weak and tired. You gave yourself a few minutes before standing up with the help of Leah. You and Leah cuddled underneath your favourite blanket and switched on your favourite movie.

The doorbell rang and you knew it was Amanda. You lifted your head from Leah’s chest and let her answer the door, a few seconds later she returned with Amanda following closely behind you.

“Hey love,” Amanda greeted you, “Leah said you’re under the weather?”

You sat up, “Yeah, I think it’s just a cold or something.”

“Oh Mum, we’ve got something for you, Leah said before she wandered off into the bedroom.

A few minutes later returned with a small Arsenal shirt. It was this season’s one with the number six on the back.

She held it up to Amanda, “What do you think about the new shirt?”

Amanda laughed, “It’s a bit small, Le!”

Amanda’s eyes flickered to you and then back to Leah, and you saw the realisation dawn on her face. “Wait, are you…?” Her voice trailed off, and she pointed at you.

You nodded, “Yeah, I’m pregnant. Ten weeks, due at the start of April!”

Amanda’s eyes widened, and then she enveloped you in a tight hug. “Oh, darling! That’s wonderful news!” Tears welled up in her eyes. “I’m going to be a grandma? The IVF worked then?”

She stood up and hugged Leah, “Yeah it did, Y/N’s been having a rough time with morning sickness. No one warned us it’d be all day!”

“This is amazing!” Amanda smiled, “I didn’t want to say anything because I wasn’t sure it worked, oh darlings I’m so happy for you! How’ve you been, love?”

You sighed, cuddling back into Leah as she sat down on the couch beside you again, “It’s been tough, I’ve had bad morning sickness that lasts all day. My diet is basically identical to Leah’s plain, beige and boring!”

“If you need anything, I’m always here.” Amanda said, “I mean it,” she pointed her finger and gave a classic mum stare. “If Leah’s at rehab and you need anything, don't be afraid to call me.”

You curled into Leah and smiled, “Thank you, Amanda.”

Over the next few days, you and Leah planned out how you were going to tell everyone else. You ended up telling her Dad the same way as you did her mum and for her grandma and cousin’s, you showed them the ultrasound photos.

Your favourite reaction out of all of them had to be Leah’s brother, Jacob.

“Dinners ready!” You announced, setting the three plates of your homemade chicken pie down on the table.

“Thanks Y/N.” Jacob said, sitting down at the table, “Love your cooking, Leah’s cooking is on the verge of being poison!”

Leah gasped, “What! No it’s not, my cookings just as nice as Y/N’s!”

“Yeah right.” Jacob rolled his eyes as he began to eat his dinner.

You all fell into conversation like you usually did, having Jacob round wasn’t unusual and usually happened a few times a week. Your eyes made contact with Leah’s and she gave you a subtle nod, suggesting that you tell the news to Jacob.

“Jacob, have you got any plans for around early April?” You asked.

You knew Jacob was travelling quite a lot at the moment and had different trips planned, he’d recently just returned from a few months in Australia.

He shook his head, “Early April? No, but I was thinking about travelling around Europe again at some point. Why are you planning a trip?”

“No, that’s when the baby will be here,” Leah casually said, shrugging her shoulders like it was nothing, “We don't want you to miss out on your first niece or nephew arriving.”

Jacob’s eyes widened before a wide grin spread across his face. “A baby? Seriously? That’s amazing!” He set down his fork, excitement bubbling over. “I’ll be here, no Europe trip can beat that!”

Leah smiled as her brother stood up and engulfed her in a hug before hugging you, “They’re due around the start of April so you better be!”

“A good few months to plan out how I’m going to make them a Spurs fan,” he teased, “Me and Dad need someone to support Spurs with us!”

Leah sighed and jokingly patted her brother on the back, “I’m not going to let my kid go through the pain that a Spurs fan experiences. They’re going to be a little gooner, mate!”

Jacob shrugged, “I guess we'll just have to see, they’ll know who’s the best team and that’s Spurs.”

Leah shook her head, “No way! Arsenal through and through!”

You laughed, shaking your head and the two siblings bickering like children, “I say we let them decide! They might not even support either of them, love.”

“Don’t you start!” Leah huffed jokingly.

The rest of the evening was filled with Leah and Jacob bickering over how they were going to get your baby to support either team. You sat on the couch, cuddled into Leah, and watched as they went back and forth with different ideas and bribes.

A few days later, you and Leah decided it was time to tell the girls at Arsenal. They’d started to become suspicious as to why Leah was leaving training early and why you weren’t joining them when they went out in the evenings.

“How’s Y/N?” Beth asked Leah as they stretched on the floor together in the gym.

The gym buzzed with activity as the other players stretched and chatted. Today was a gym day for Leah meaning that she got to be around the other girls and not isolated inside.

Not everyone was in the gym but most of the team was. Beth, Steph, Lia, Jen, Laura, Victoria, Kyra, Caitlin, Kim, Alessia, Katie, Viv and Leah were all spread around the gym doing their own things.

Leah nodded, “She’s doing good, just really tired at the moment.”

“Aww no,” Steph said, “Is she sick? I heard there’s a flu going around at the moment.”

“Not exactly,” Leah laughed, shrugging her shoulders.

Just as Leah finished speaking, you walked through the door. “Here you go, love,” you said to Leah, holding out a tiny Arsenal shirt, “forgot this at home.”

All of the girls exchanged confused looks, “Aye Y/N, I don’t think that’s gonna fit yer missus!” Katie pointed out.

Viv gasped, dropping the dumbbell and running over to you. She quickly engulfed you into a side hug, “Oh my god, this is amazing!”

Puzzle faces spread across the room, and all of the girls exchanged confused looks with one another. You and Leah bursted out laughing as Viv rolled her eyes.

Kyra’s face looked the most confused, “This doesn’t make sense…why’s Viv congratulating them? It’s just a shirt.”

"Come on guys, make the connection. Y/n has been really tired, and she's holding a small jersey." Viv pointed out, sighing in disappointment.

The room stayed silent.

She shook her head, "Some might say a baby jersey.”

Gasps echoed around the room, “Are you pregnant?!” Beth was the first to ask, smiling like a child on Christmas.

You nodded and pulled out ultrasound photos from your jeans pockets, “Yeah, I’m eleven weeks!”

The room buzzed with excitement as everyone stood up and congratulated you and Leah. You and Leah exchanged smiles, your hearts swelling with joy. The girls gathered around, their laughter and hugs filling the gym.

“Eleven weeks!” Lia exclaimed as she hugged you, “That’s amazing!”

Steph, still recovering from her initial shock, wiped away a tear. “I can’t believe it,” she said. “A little gooner on the way!”

“Are yer having three?!” Katie asked, looking at the ultrasound photos.

Leah laughed, shaking her head, “No you idiot, we’re just having one thankfully!”

“This is amazing,” Alessia smiled as she took her turn in hugging you, “When are you due?”

“Early April,” you smiled, “there’s a chance of the baby being born on Leah’s birthday.”

Victoria gasped, “That would be so cool, a little birthday twin for Leah!”

The girls laughed, “I’m sure Leah would love that, she’d never shut up.” Jen playfully joked.

“This is amazing,” Kim said, “If you need anything don’t be afraid to tell us, we’re all here for you and I’m sure we can take turns babysitting when your wee one arrives.”

“I’ll babysit anytime!” Kyra announced, “I’ll be the best babysitter ever!”

Caitlin rolled her eyes, “Yeah, no chance! Leah and Y/N probably won’t let you babysit till the baby’s like four!”

“Maybe supervised,” Leah said, throwing her arm around Kyra, “but not on your own till they’re about six!”

Kyra rolled her eyes before Laura spoke up, “Are you finding out the gender?”

You nodded, “Yeah we are, we can find out in a few weeks. I think we’re just going to do a little intimate gender reveal but we need someone to find out the gender and sort it for us.”

“Well, definitely not Beth because we know how she slipped up on the engagement!” Kyra teased.

Beth rolled her eyes, “It was one time and I was excited! My best friend of over ten years was getting engaged!”

“It’s something we need to think about,” you laughed, “we’ll probably do a private one for me and Leah and then something for you and our family.”

The rest of the training flew by and you ended up staying, it was nice for you to catch up with the girls and answer their questions about your pregnancy. A lot of them were interested and excited, they talked about all the moments they couldn’t wait to experience with your little baby.

Later that evening, as you and Leah laid in bed, you ended up talking about your baby once again.

“Le?” You said, getting a hum in response as the blonde completed her sudoku, “Do you want a boy or a girl?”

Leah set her sudoku book down, “Pretty girl, I don’t mind. I’m just so excited to experience being a mother with you that I couldn’t care.”

The blonde slid down the bed and rested her head beside your small bump that was mainly just bloat, “What are you hoping for?”

You shrugged as your hand found home in Leah’s hair, “I don’t mind, I’d love a baby girl though. I feel like it’s a boy.”

Leah placed a soft kiss next to your belly button, “I think it’s a girl. I don’t care though, as long as they’re happy and healthy, then it doesn’t matter.”

[ahonice]

just friends

nico hischier x fem reader

word count: 10.9k (the longest fic i’ve ever written i’m so sorry)

warnings: unplanned pregnancy and mentions of unprotected sex, cursing, the word climax, a little angsty, if i forgot anything lmk.

note: i started this on september 1st, this actually took forever. ANYWAYS hope y’all enjoy lmk if you love it, if you hate it, any feedback in general is appreciated!! love y’all babes <3

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it was an accident.

you and nico had been in a casual friends with benefits relationship for about a year and a half, having known each other for three years in total, when it happened.

you and nico were being stupid one night. after a few too many drinks, and no condoms to be found anywhere in your apartment, you and nico fucked without protection. 

you were on birth control and nico had pulled out, well he did halfway through his climax.

you didn’t think anything when you didn’t get your period the following month or the two months after that, you hadn’t had a period in four years thanks to your birth control. 

for weeks you thought you were just bloated, maybe you had been eating too much lately. you were much hungrier these past couple of weeks, it made sense.

it wasn’t until you threw up eleven times in one week before ten in the morning that you grew suspicious and worried at the possibility of you being pregnant. 

you stopped by the drug store on your way home from work and panic bought nine different pregnancy tests. 

you drank seven things of water during the day and took no bathroom breaks in preparation for this moment, and you had never been so scared to get test results back.

positive. every single one of them.

you felt faint, like the walls of your tiny studio apartment were caving in on you. 

you couldn’t have a baby, you couldn’t be a mother, it just couldn’t happen.

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the first thing you had to do was tell nico.

you and nico weren’t exclusive, and while he probably has his fair share of hookups, you did not. he was the only possible candidate for the father. 

nico was currently three days into an eight day road trip, and as much as you wanted to just get it over with, you knew this is not the type of bombshell to be dropped via snapchat or imessage, considering you two only used imessage to play game pigeon and the nature of your saved snaps was not welcome to an “i’m pregnant and you’re the father” chat.

you decided to just text him that you needed to talk when he got back.

to: nico (hookup)

hey lmk when you’re back in newark, we need to talk.

from: nico (hookup)

oh? 

from: nico (hookup)

everything okay?

to: nico (hookup)

not quite sure yet.

+++

five days later you found yourself at nico’s door, nine positive pregnancy tests in a ziploc bag in your purse. you were shaking, you don’t think you had ever been this nervous in your entire life.

nico opened up the door with a wide smile. you didn’t know what face you were making, but it was enough to make nico’s face fall and worry come through his tone of voice.

“y/n? what’s wrong?”

you didn’t even register his words, you just moved past him into his apartment and sat down on his couch.

“y/n?”

“i’m pregnant.”

the words fell out of your mouth before you could stop them.

nico sat there frozen on the loveseat as you pulled the pregnancy tests out of your purse.

around three minutes later you pulled your phone out and opened up some home makeover game, nico was still frozen.

“-oh and you’re the father but you probably already know that.”

+++

it was around four minutes later when nico finally opened up his mouth to speak.

“what are you going to do?”

his question made me a little angry, yes he wasn’t entirely at fault, but he could’ve at least taken

a little responsibility and said “we” instead of “you”.

“i don’t know yet, i have an appointment with an obgyn on saturday. i’ll learn about my options there.”

“what time?” nico asked, opening up his phone calendar.

“10:30.” you knew that nico had practice at that time because it was a game day. “you have practice, i’ll just let you know what i decide to do.”

“this is my child too, i want to be a part of the decision making.”

“well you’re not going to be the one taking care of them, i am.”

“what makes you think that? i mean obviously i will be on the road at times during the season, but when we’re on homestands and since we’ll be married we’ll have the off season together-”

“woah take a girl out to dinner before you propose nico.” you interrupted. “we aren’t getting married…” “we’ve done a whole lot more than just dinner, and yes we are? how are we supposed to raise this baby together if we aren’t together.”

“have you ever heard of co-parenting? -also who says i’m keeping it, i haven’t made my decision yet.” you get up from your spot on his couch. “look i have to go, i’ll tell you about my appointment tomorrow.”

nico let out a heavy sigh. “don’t make any decisions without me.”

+++

“y/n?” 

you looked up at the nurse who was holding the door open with their body and walked up to greet her, your knees slightly wobbling from the nerves running through you.

“please follow me into room two, i’m just gonna get your vitals.”

you stayed silent as she took your blood pressure and checked your reflexes, you had to take a moment to calm yourself down after you saw your weight, you had freaked out before you remembered that there was currently another being inside of you.

“alright your vitals look good.” the nurse spoke before exiting the room. “follow me into this room, you can go ahead and take a seat on the bed in the center of the room. the doctor should be in shortly.”

you nodded and thanked her before she exited and you took a look around the room, taking a few mirror selfies to send to the family group chat. you had told all of your immediate relatives over facetime on your way back from nico’s yesterday, the news was received better than you had planned so you couldn’t say anything about your mom’s comments on being a grandmother, she made it very clear she was on team “keep the baby and be a badass single mom in the city”.

you sat on the bed/chair thing, ripping the paper instantly as you tried to get comfortable.

you took your eyes off your phone as you heard a series of knocks.

“miss y/n?”

“yes, that’s me.”

“hi, i’m dr.swarn i’ll be assisting you today. is this your first ultrasound?” the middle aged woman asked.

“yes it is.”

“and do you know how far along you are?”

“i’m assuming three to four months…i just found out yesterday…”

“well we will find out today.” the doctor began getting the sonograph ready as you attempted to mentally prepare yourself. “-and i have to ask…the father, is he in the picture?”

“he is, but it’s complicated…we aren’t together.”

the doctor simply nodded before asking you to lift up your shirt and warning you that the gel might be cold.

after a few moments, a grainy black and white image showed up on the screen, dr. swarn pointing things out. “-and this is your baby! it is a couple weeks too early to figure out the gender, so i would estimate that you are about four months pregnant.” 

you didn’t really focus on anything she said though, all your attention was on that tiny blob.

“do you want to hear the heartbeat?”

as dr.swarn began to turn up the volume the door swung open.

a very out of breath and sweaty nico stood in the door frame, bent over catching his breath.

“sorry i’m late!” nico walked up towards where you were lying on the table and smiled up at the doctor. “i’m the father.”

dr.swarn smiled at him before speaking. “well you made it just in time, we were just about to listen to the heartbeat.”

she had the screen turned towards her so nico had yet to see the baby. “this is your baby-” dr.swarn turned the screen back towards you and nico. “and this is their heartbeat.”

it was like everything around you had disappeared and all you knew was the image of your baby and the sound of their heartbeat. nico grabbed your hand and effectively pulled you out of the trance you were in.

“would you like me to discuss your options with you?” dr.swarn asked, turning the heartbeat down.

“no, i’m keeping it.”

+++

you got a recording of the heartbeat and got a couple prints of the ultrasound before exiting the doctors office, nico getting the same things as you.

“so you’re actually gonna keep it?” nico asked once he had walked you to your car.

“yes i am, and i don’t expect you to be involved at all if you don’t want to…i can do this on my own.”

“well you won’t have to.” nico started. “move into my apartment.”

you sighed, but nico spoke again before you could. “look we don’t have to get married right away, just move in…we will see how things go from there.”

“nico- i’m not moving in with you, i am perfectly fine living in my apartment and so is the baby.” you didn’t mean for your tone to come off so harsh, well you did a little bit, but you didn’t want nico thinking that you would be getting together just because of your child together. “look nico, i know that you believe that to raise a child the mother and father need to be together but i don’t and i don’t want to be with someone just because people think we have to. i will not be having a shotgun wedding.”

“what is a shotgun wedding?”

“-it does matter. we are not getting together nico.” you got into the driver's seat of your car. “i don’t really know how this co-parenting shit works, and i’m assuming you don’t either so let’s just make sure to be patient with one another, okay?”

nico nodded before you said your goodbyes and drove off in the direction of your apartment.

+++

around two weeks later as you sat in your little cubicle your phone started ringing.

nico (hookup)

you sighed and saved the progress on your current project before picking up the phone.

“hello?”

“hey, are you home right now?”

“no, it’s two in the afternoon on a thursday. i’m at work.”

“oh i didn’t think you would work while pregnant…” “i need to fund this child’s life somehow.”

there was an awkward silence for a few moments before you spoke up again.

“did you need something nico?”

“well i called to ask if you would like to come over for dinner tonight.”

“what are you making? because i don’t mean to sound rude, but this child doesn’t like anything i cook and you’re much worse than me.”

“hey i’m not that bad!” you both chuckle before nico speaks again. “is there anything you’re craving right now?”

“jiggly cheesecake and that gouda mac n cheese with sausage i got when we went to new york two years ago.”

“okay i can’t make any of that.”

“just make whatever you want, i’ll force it down if the baby doesn’t like it. what time should i come over?”

“5:30?”

“okay, i’ll just come straight from work.”

you said your goodbyes before you go back to your work.

+++ 

once the clock struck 4:45 you called it a day and headed out to your car before driving to nico’s apartment.

you knocked on the door, a tad bit confused because you heard multiple voices on the other side of the door, if it wasn’t for the welcome mat on the outside that you had forced nico to get you would’ve thought you were at the wrong door.

“hey.” nico opened the door, the voices only getting louder.

“hey…are other people joining us…?” you asked, looking around his apartment confused.

“yeah i probably should've mentioned-”

nico had begun to speak, but a voice that you knew as nico’s mother. “is y/n here!?” soon you saw her smiling faces coming towards you with open arms. “oh come here, it’s been too long sweetie!”

god bless your work bag that seemed to span to five feet because it was hiding your baby bump that was very noticeable in your blouse.

“hello mrs.hischier, how are you?” you asked politely, but you were really wanting to strangle nico right now.

“i’m great! luca and nina are here too!”

“oh that’s great! i’ll go see them in a second, i just need to talk to nico really quickly.”

you smiled as she walked away before turning to nico and gave him a swift slap on the backside of his head. “are you crazy!? did you just ambush a pregnancy announcement on me!?”

“look, i know this probably wasn’t the best way to approach this, but my family needs to know.”

“i am fully aware of that, but this is something that you plan out, not something you spring on a pregnant woman!”

“i’m sorry! just- let’s go into the living room, nina really misses you.”

you had met nico’s family multiple times before and were especially close with his sister nina, she was the only one who knew of you and nico’s odd relationship and was the number one supporter of you two getting together.

you walked out, your work bag still covering yourself as you greeted luca and nina, the later giving you a look that only made you nervous.

you made small talk with the family before nico announced that dinner was ready. thankfully nico had brought your plate to you, both you and the fetus were happy with the look and smell of the fettuccine alfredo, with sausage, that nico had made. “thank you.”

as much as you didn’t want to, you had to set your work bag that had been used as a bump shield on the floor to eat, you just hoped everyone was too distracted by the food in front of them to notice.

“so what was the news that you had to share? i assume it has to do with y/n?” mrs.hischier spoke excitedly, it was obvious she was hoping that you and nico had started dating.

“y/n is pregnant and i’m the father and we are keeping it, but we are not together.” nico spoke quickly, his head down as if he was a child being scolded.

“oh…” 

it wasn’t the worst reaction that could’ve happened, but it definitely wasn’t the best one, but how good of a reaction could one get after they tell their mother they got their fuck buddy pregnant.

“we’re figuring this all out as we go, but i am very sorry mrs.hischier i understand this isn’t how one would usually want their son to become a father.” you apologized, your head was also down.

“i’m not angry, just shocked and a little bit disappointed in you nico…but everything happens for a reason so i fully support you two.” you and nico let out identical sighs as his mother revealed that she was not going to disown either of us.

+++

the rest of dinner went great, you even made plans for both yours and nico’s family to get together for a small gender reveal brunch before the hischier’s headed back to switzerland.

nina had called dibs on walking you out so you prepared yourself for the question you knew she was going to ask.

“are you absolutely, one hundred percent, serious when you say that you and nico are not together in any way, whatsoever, romantically?” nina asks, using too many synonyms for the word definitely.

“yes i am absolutely, one hundred percent, serious when i say that me and nico are not together in any way, whatsoever, romantically.” you reply, mocking her words.

she doesn’t seem too pleased by your answer and whines. “why? i want a sister and you are the only person i like, in general.”

“that is very sweet nina, but me and nico don’t like each other in that way. we’ve been…boinking for almost two years now. if either of us had feelings, i guarantee they would have been confessed by now and we probably would not be expecting a child out of wedlock in five months.”

nina let out an exaggerated sigh as you neared your car. 

“me and nico are just friends, okay?” you spoke, getting into the driver’s seat. 

“yeah friends who happen to boink on a weekly basis and are now expecting a child together.”

“i’ll see you at brunch on sunday nina.” 

+++

“i’m team boy and girl!”

“mom i already told you we aren’t having twins.” 

the sunday morning activities were supposed to be fun, and they were, but they were causing you a shit load of stress. 

it seemed like everything nico was doing was aggravating you, and when nico and your little brother were in the same room it was a recipe for disaster. plus your mother wasn’t any help, she teamed up with nico’s mother and kept pressuring you to at least move in with nico, who you believe put them up to it.

“okay let’s just get this over with!” you yelled out, just wanting to figure out the gender so you could go home and have some much needed alone time.

nico came up next to you holding the envelope that contained the gender. “you ready mommy?”

“ew, don’t call me that.”

everyone had their phones out and began counting down as nico opened up the envelope.

“it’s a…GIRL!”

everyone’s cheers only furthered your headache, but you gave nico a smile and side hug before going over to your mother who ecstatically hugged you.

“a baby girl! i’m so happy for you y/n, my first grandbaby!”

you quickly said your goodbyes, not bothering to eat any of the food that was made or open any of the gifts that were brought.

were you being a rude, ungrateful, bitch for no reason? yes. but you were too exhausted to care or feel bad about nico’s constant dejected looks on his face throughout the morning.

+++

the second you got home you passed out on the floor of your apartment , god bless the pregnancy pillow your mother had delivered to you because you had a weird thing for sleeping on hardwood floors. 

you woke up at three in the afternoon to a series of knocks at your door. you took a while to get up and once you did you regretted it because you saw nico looking very angry through the peephole. 

you grabbed a sharpie and a sheet of paper towel and wrote the words “GO AWAY” in a very bold font before slipping it under the door.

the knocking silenced for a moment before it got louder, along with a call of your name.

“y/n. open the fucking door.” nico was seething.

you opened up the door. “what? i was sleeping.” you pointed to the pillow and blanket on the floor of your kitchen.

“on the floor?”

“yes- what do you need nico?”

“you left the party so quickly that you didn’t even get to open up your gifts, or acknowledge them.” nico gestured to the large bag of wrapped gifts that sat at his feet. “you actually left the party so early that the food wasn’t even served before you had said your goodbyes, which by the way thanks for not saying goodbye to me and thanks so much for the fake smile and side hug you gave me after we found out the gender of our child. that’s gonna be a real joy to look back on.”

you felt your headache coming back, you were starting to believe the sole cause was nico.

“seriously what was your problem this morning?” nico asked after a few moments of silence.

“my problem was that i didn’t even want this baby in the first place and i know for a fact i’m not going to be a good mother, and you! nico you are my problem, everything you did this morning seemed to piss me off and it’s probably just the pregnancy hormones making me easily irritable, but you were getting on my fucking nerves by breathing this morning.” 

nico kicked the bag of gifts into your apartment in a fit. “well i’ll stop bothering you then.”

you knew you should’ve been a rational adult and went after him, but you weren’t, so you slammed the door and brought all the gifts to the living room so you could open them.

you smiled as you realized that all of the gifts were for you. your favorite candies and snacks, maternity clothes, and some prenatal care items that you probably should’ve started taking the second you found out you were pregnant, with the exception of one gift. it was from nico, you could tell by the poor wrapping job, you had been the one to wrap all of his christmas gifts ever since you met him except your own of course, those he always wrapped himself and they were a nightmare.

once you got his present unwrapped you found a boat load of mini devils gear. bibs, socks, a onesie, even a pair of noise canceling headphones. at the bottom of the box you found a very tiny devil’s jersey with the number thirteen on the back and a big patched “C” on the front. you teared up once you saw the big patched “DADDY” above the thirteen on the back and a matching bow headband with a small note. i’m writing this before the reveal and i know we don’t know the sex yet, but i’m hoping for a girl and i know you are too. i hope the headband is a little good luck charm that baby girl judith is on the way. - nico.

you teared up at the note, especially at nico remembering the name you’ve always wanted to name your first daughter.

you quickly called nico, tears streaming down your face and nose all stuffy.

“hello?”

“come back up…please.”

“on my way.”

+++

you stood by the door waiting for nico to knock and once he did you immediately opened the door and nearly tackled him from the hug you gave him.

“i’m sorry.” you mumbled, still crying.

“i know, it’s okay.”

you walked into your apartment and sat on your couch next to nico. “you remembered my baby names.”

“how could i forget them?” nico stated.

“what would you have done if it was baby boy gannon instead of judith?” you asked, turning your head that was leaned on his shoulder up to look at him.

“turn the headband into a bowtie…?”

you laughed at him before your stomach growled loudly.

“what are you in the mood for?” nico asked immediately.

“canes, but that’s in the city and i don’t wanna make you go to new york.” 

nico stood up after hearing your restaurant of choice. “c’mon, i’ll drive.”

+++

“how is it?”

“this is sex in a chicken tender nico, thank you for taking me here.”

nico laughed at your response before the both of you continued to eat a comfortable silence.

“hey tell your family that i’m sorry for how i was acting this morning, i am super grateful for them helping plan the reveal and to delay their flight to attend.”

“don’t worry, they understand that pregnancy emotions can be a lot, but i will still let them know.” nico said, making a mental note to text the family group chat.

“their gifts were very thoughtful too, how did nina know i like black licorice?”

“oh i let them know all your favorite things, that wasn’t alcohol.” nico shrugged as if it was no big deal.

you took a moment to process his answer, it wasn’t that weird for nico to know all of your favorite snacks and desserts, that’s what friends do…right?

+++

to: nico (hookup)

i have my sixth month checkup tomorrow at 10am, would you like to join?

from: nico (hookup)

yeah, do you wanna meet there or drive together?

to: nico (hookup)

could we drive together? 

from: nico (hookup)

of course, i’ll pick you up at 9:30, we’ll stop by mcdonalds for breakfast. i know you love their sausage muffins.

you hadn’t seen nico since the day of the gender reveal party and when you went into the city together to get canes. of course you stayed in contact, but it was hard with both of your work schedules that often collided. 

the next day nico was knocking on your door right at nine thirty in the morning, and you were still passed out. the pregnancy pillow and weighted blanket combo was not being your friend right now, though it was at 5am when the gremlin in your womb wouldn’t stop kicking. which she did for the first time earlier that day.

after about five minutes of nico knocking on your door with no response he began to fully panic, had you fallen down and couldn’t get up? were you dead in your bed? did you forget he was picking you up? so many things could’ve happened to you.

after a few moments of contemplating, nico decided that his only option was to break the door down. he began backing up a few steps and then running full force into your door, it took about seven tries for the door to fall to the ground.

the sound of the first impact of nico’s body was enough to wake you up. at the second impact you became aware of your surroundings, and at the third you thought someone was trying to break into your apartment.

you grabbed the closet weapon you could find, a meat pounder that you left on your kitchen counter last night, and got in position, ready to attack the person on the other side of the door.

once the door fell to the ground and the body fell on top of it, you got ready to swing.

“y/n!? are you alive!?”

“AHHH- nico!?” you froze your movements, the pounder hanging right above your head. “what are you doing here!?”

nico was still on the ground, also frozen as he tried to catch his breath. “ultrasound.”

you dropped your hands to your side as an ohhh played in your head. “i’m sorry i completely forgot. just give me a few moments and then we can leave.”

you turned around to enter your room before you froze and turned back around.

“i don’t have a front door…”

“i’ll text jack to come over and watch over the place and reattach it while we’re gone, the kid needs something to do this morning anyways.” nico said while pulling out his phone.

“does he know?”

“no, but he will…i’ve been meaning to ask you about telling the team anyways.”

“we can talk about it later , i need to get ready.”

you quickly got dressed, sporting a tight tank top, tight leggings, and a tight zip up. all tight because this baby had you gaining five pounds a minute. you huffed and puffed trying to get the tank top on. eventually you got it over your bump, but it was rising up and you were spilling out of it in too many places. deciding to just embrace the bummy look you threw on uggs, didn’t bother to put your contacts in, and left your hair in the rat's nest bun you’ve been wearing for the past five days since you were told to take a break from work by your boss, of course you had to faint in front of her.

“nico i need to get maternity clothes, i’m pretty sure these tanktop strings will snap if i raise my arm and don’t get me started on these leggings.”

“you’re huge…” 

“thanks nico, you’re really helping out right now.” you joked, but deep down you were upset. you don’t tell a pregnant woman she is huge, especially if it’s your baby. “let’s go, we can’t be late.”

“jack is almost here, babe.” the nickname slipped out before nico could even process what he was saying.

“uhm…”

“yo nico what’s up…where is y/n’s door.” jack said while walking into your apartment.

“you’re standing on it.” you spoke. jack’s eye’s wandered to you and then to your belly, and then they got really wide. “hi jacklyn.”

“oh shit.”

“we can talk about this later, but me and nico really have to go because we’re already running late.”

you and nico quickly walked out, the later telling jack that you had a toolbox under your sink and to “go crazy.” 

“no mcdonalds then huh?” nico asked as you got into his car.

“no, but i’ll be fine.”

+++

you weren’t fine.

you quickly got hangry and so did judith, nico seemed to be your punching for just about everything and even though he said he was fine, you could tell you hit home when you told him he needed to wax his eyebrows.

dr.swarn was completely fine with you guys being ten minutes late because she didn’t have anyone scheduled after you. the appointment went great except judith didn’t want to kick when nico felt your stomach, and of course nico’s hands were all dry and calloused which you hated feeling on your skin, and then after the ultrasound was over you guys rushed to mcdonalds because nico was determined to get you a damn sausage muffin, but of course you were two minutes past the cutoff for lunch and the teenager taking your order wouldn’t budge and you had to pretend like the cheeseburger didn’t come back up the second you got into the restroom. all you wanted to do is go home and be alone…and eat jalapeno poppers…and mozzarella sticks…

nico stopped at target to get what you wanted, and mac n cheese bites because he knew you’d love them.

you were pleasantly surprised when you arrived home to your door back on. luckily it had just separated itself from the hinges when nico tackled it to the ground, so it was an easy fix for jack.

once you stepped inside, nico quickly got to work, placing large portions of everything he bought in your airfryer. nico said it was crazy to buy a twenty size quart size air fryer and that you would never use it, but here he was being proven wrong.

you quickly changed out of the leggings and jacket, leaving the tank top on because you knew it would be just as much of a workout to get it off as it was to get it on and you threw on nico’s heart boxers he swears he wore as a joke, but you knew he picked them out at the store being one hundred percent serious.

“you two kids come sit down.” jack spoke loudly, as if he was your father.

“jack we are both older than you.” nico spoke sitting down in the spot next to you on your couch.

“doesn’t matter. you’re pregnant?”

you both nodded as jack pointed to you.

“-and you’re the father?”

you both nodded as jack pointed to nico.

“and you’re keeping it together as…”

“friends, just friends.”

“friends don’t have babies together.” jack gave you a skeptical look.

“they do now.” you stood up. “goodbye jack.”

+++

“i think it’s best if you two move in together, for both your safety y/n, and the babies.”

dr.swarn spoke before leaving you and nico in the room alone,

you were now seven months pregnant and you were constantly fainting, your boss had stopped allowing you to come into work and told you that you “needed rest” so you met her halfway and you now work from home.

nico was over one night after a game when he walked in on you passed out on the kitchen floor, but this time it wasn’t on purpose. he immediately began staying the night on your couch to make sure you were alright and as soon as you could he got you into dr.swarn’s office.

“i’m taking you home and we’re packing you up. i’ll text jack to come over with luke.” nico said as you exited the obgyn. 

“you know i can help right? judith is fine-”

“-but you’re not fine! you told dr.swarn that you’ve been fainting since even before you got pregnant, and i didn’t know. why didn’t you tell me about all this?” nico interrupted you, obviously upset.

“because it’s not important!” you snapped back. “it doesn’t affect judith in anyway, so i don’t understand you’re so worried.”

“it’s important because it affects you. i am worried about you, and i’m allowed to be. now there is no more arguments, you will be moving in with me and ending your lease at your current place.”

“nico-”

“no, that is final.”

+++

for the rest of the day you sat and watched tv while the two hughes and nico packed up your apartment until they had to pack your tv, which you insisted they did last.

“the truck is all loaded up, we’re gonna drive it over to nico’s and he is going to drive you in your car.” jack spoke as you approached where the truck was parked on the side of the street.

you nodded as nico helped you into the car. you hated admitting it, but you were much larger than you were expecting to be at this time in your pregnancy. 

+++

once you had made it to nico’s apartment you did the same thing you were doing before while the boys unpacked your stuff into the second bedroom, absolutely nothing.

you got up and waddled over to where the guys were all watching luke struggle to get the fitted sheet on your bed.

“can i please do something? anything?” you begged.

“yeah, go out and use my laptop to create a list of things you want as gifts at the baby shower, a registry because i know you want specific things for judith.” nico answered your begging.

“baby shower? i’m having a baby shower?” you had not been informed of this.

“yeah, all the guys on the team and their partners are gonna come, so are your friends and family, mine is coming too.” nico spoke like it was no big deal. 

nico had told the guys about three weeks ago because they saw the ultrasound in his locker. which in response had you getting multiple text messages from some of the girls all sounding very similar to “i thought y’all were just friends?” 

“when is this?” you asked, knowing you would need to get an outfit ready.

“next saturday, we have no game.” nico replied simply

“that’s in a week!” you shrieked, when you went maternity clothes shopping that did not involve any dresses.

“yeah, so you better get working on that list.”

+++

it only took you ten minutes to make the list because all you had to do was transfer it from a google doc, where it was already made but just titled as your shopping list, to a spreadsheet where people could claim a gift to give you, nico, and the baby.

it was a list with the basics. a stroller, breast pump, car seat (preferably one that went with the stroller), bed sheets, clothes, the essentials to keep a newborn alive, but you also had other things like decor for the nursery toys, and this bedside bassinet that your mother had been raving about since she saw it on facebook. you thanked god that your new room had a walk-in closet because that was going to be judith’s room. you weren’t even sure it was a closet because it was completely empty, no shelves or rods to hang anything on, it was more of a very small room, but it worked out better for you so you couldn’t complain.

you quickly went back to where the boys were, silently screaming as they made your bed completely wrong.

“please, oh please for the love of god, let me make my bed.” you begged nico, genuinely astonished that they had managed to put your pillows in the wrong order and put your comforter on inside out.

“i thought i told you to make your list?” nico said.

“i already finished. it was easy.” you said as you began stripping your bed of everything on it. “i just put down everything i already had on my shopping list…and then some because i know my friends are gonna wanna get me multiple things.”

you made sure to stare jack down as you put your comforter on the correct way before you placed your pillows in the correct order as well as the blankets at the end of your bed.

nico was quick to rush you back into the living room, turning on a movie for you to watch. you quickly got bored, which meant you quickly got hungry.

“nico!” you yelled out, needed your baby daddy to come to your rescue.

“yes honey?” nico approached where you were lying down, the two brothers laughing at their captain.

“i’m hungry.” you gave him a hopeful smile. “for taco bell…” “you’re order still the same as it was last time?” nico didn’t even hesitate to grab his shoes and keys. 

“yes, but if they have nacho fries please get those too.” you answered, nico had basically all of your fast food orders memorized by now.

“nico can i get some food too?” jack asked in a girly voice.

“please honey!” luke added.

“fuck off you two, go finish putting her clothes away.

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soon enough you had dragged nico out to go shopping for a dress for your baby shower. luke and jack had left shortly after nico arrived back home with your food and once you finished eating you got nico to drive you to the mall.

“ooh what about this one?” you pulled out a simple floral dress.

“it’s nice, but it’s only march. don’t you think it’ll be too cold for a tank top?” nico spoke, reminding you that it was still freezing cold in new jersey.

a few minutes later you approached where nico was sat in a chair with a dress you thought would be more appropriate. 

“what about this? i love the pink.” it was basically a dupe of the skims long sleeve dress, but you didn’t really care. “we’ll have to find a polo that matches the color while we’re out.”

nico approved of the dress so you were quick to go to the checkout and buy the dress, excited about the event that was going to happen, after you pulled nico into the closest department store and found a polo that was close enough to the shade of pink of your dress. 

“how are you gonna tell the media about…this whole thing?” you asked on the way home.

“what whole thing?” nico questioned, not exactly understanding what you meant.

“the fact that you knocked up some chick, who you are now living with to raise the baby, but you aren’t together with said chick.” you deadpanned, thinking of all the reactions you knew you were going to get from the hockey world. you could already see the “baby trapper” and “gold digger” comments and dms you would get.

“i didn’t knock up some chick, i knocked up my…friend?” 

“yeah go with that, it sounded real believable nico.” you said sarcastically.

“look i don’t really know how to tell the world that i got my hook up/best friend pregnant because, as jack as told me multiple times, my pull out game is weak.” you laughed and agreed with jack that nico did in fact have a weak pull out game, the evidence was currently kicking you. 

after a few moments of silence nico spoke up again. “alright what if we don’t mention our relationship at all. we just make an instagram post together of images of the ultrasounds and pics from the baby shower and tell everyone that we are expecting. we definitely won’t post the gender reveal video because you look like you were planning my death in it, but we just make the post and don’t comment on our relationship.”

you had to admit that it was a good idea, but you already knew that this would make everyone assume that you were dating. most people did already, which you understood. you wore playoff jackets with nico’s name and number, you attend team events and parties together, hell you went to the nhl awards with him and his family, and you are super close with his family, so you were never upset that people assumed your relationship status with nico because you did everything that the other girlfriends and wives did.

“i like that idea.”

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“alright this gift is from me and jack.” luke spoke as he handed you a gift.

you were a bit overwhelmed with the amount of people looking at you and just simply being in your home, but you knew that these people were here for you and at the end of the day you were getting a shit ton of gifts. 

so far every single thing you had put on your list was gifted to you and now it was just things people thought you or the baby would like.

“oh you guys…i love it!” it was a wood wall decal of judith’s name and it matched the pink polkadot of her sheets.

“there is more under it.” jack spoke up. 

you lifted up the large sign and saw a baby onesie in maize and blue that said “future wolverine.”

you and your friends started laughing at it. 

“you guys do know that i went to ohio state right?”

you were met with a disgusted stare by the brothers, more specifically the youngest, only causing you to laugh harder, not noticing nico’s pissed off expression, the one he had on his face all day.

+++

you continued to open up gifts and thank everyone, nico was one writing duty so he wrote down each gift and who it was from so you could send them thank you cards later in the week.

once presents were done it was photo time. you took lots with your family and nico’s family, as well as some with your friends, and of course you had to keep the tradition going with the girls from the team and took a picture of everyone pointing at your belly.

you only took a couple with nico, as he had been oddly distant all day.

after everyone left you and nico began moving everything into judith’s nursery and setting things up.

“thank you for setting that up, i had a lot of fun.” you spoke up, interrupting the awkward silence that was looming around you two.

nico nodded as he finished building the crib, you were given the simple task of putting all the wipes and diapers in the changing table’s cabinet.

“so once we’re done do you want to make the instagram post? or were you wanting to wait until after judith was born to post?” it was awkward, nico was just sitting there once the crib was all set up. “...nico?”

you were met with silence, nico was staring at you, yet not speaking.

“okay what the hell is up with you today? you’ve been weird all day, the only time you were even interacting with me was during pictures.” you had snapped, getting aggravated by the swiss’ behavior today.

“it’s nothing i just…” nico started speaking, but trailed off quickly.

“are you having second thoughts about all of this?” you whispered, scared to say it too loudly, scared that it is the truth. “second thoughts about judith?”

nico’s head instantly shook. “no, of course not.”

“then what’s wrong?”

“it’s nothing, i’m just not feeling the greatest and i didn’t want to risk you getting sick so i tried to keep my distance from you…” nico lied.

earlier, when the party was first starting, nico had overheard your conversation with your friends about how you couldn’t wait to give birth so you can start going out on dates and having meaningless hookups, saying that you missed being a twenty two year old who could do twenty two year old things. 

nico understood you had urges, hell he had his urges too. over the course of your pregnancy you and nico had the occasional…hang out, but ever since you moved it was happening once, sometimes twice, a day. he thought it meant something, he thought you guys were finally going somewhere, but it seemed like you just wanted to go back to how things were before, which would probably be impossible, you have a fucking kid togther.

nico had realized a year ago that he had feelings for you. the only reason he didn’t go full legal team on your ass when you told him you were pregnant was because of how desperately he had fallen for you.  

“oh, well you could’ve just told me that earlier, i was worried that i had done something.” you said before an awkward silence settled in the room. “well could you put all the sheets and clothes we got today in the washer? i’m gonna start on thank you notes in the living room.”

you shook off the tension as you exited the small room, nico gathering everything that needed to be washed in a small basket before going into the laundry room.

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“i don’t like that, why don’t we just wait to post until she is born to post everything, have the caption just be judith? i think that's better than a three hundred word rant that could be summarized by i knocked up my friend.” 

three weeks until you were due to pop and you and nico still hadn’t gone public with the pregnancy. of course the wag blogs found a way to get a hold of a picture of you and nico from earlier on in the pregnancy where people could only speculate whether or not you were with child or just had a large lunch and somehow it got out that you had moved in with nico, only furthering the rumors that had been going on for years that you and nico are more than just friends. 

“okay. let’s wait until she comes to post, but i don’t like that caption, let’s keep thinking.” nico replied, the devil’s PR team email staring back at him. “they want us to publicize it before someone else does it for us.”

“well it’s a good thing i’m chained to this bed until i go into labor.” you joked, you were so big you could barely sit up let alone walk anywhere. “no one is going to find out, don’t worry. it will all be okay.”

+++

two weeks later you had been having contractions all day, but dr.swarn said to not go to the hospital until your water had broke because these contractions could’ve been directly connected to stress. considering that your pregnancy was exposed three days ago, you would say that you were pretty stressed out.

one of the girls, not even thinking, had posted a photo dump on instagram to celebrate the devil’s season ending and included one from your baby shower. nico, you, and unborn judith right in the center of it all. it was quickly taken down, but the damage had already been done and now all of nico’s and your social medias were being flooded by comments. 

nico was currently at locker cleanout, and the meeting he had to have with the PR team to apologize for not listening to them and to set up a game plan to rescue him from whatever deepshit this was going to get him in was scheduled for right after.

you were laid down on the kitchen floor, your mother was somewhere in the living room timing your contractions. you were having a big contraction, holding onto the nearby chair leg for support, when you felt a gush of liquid puddle under you. 

“MOM!?” you yelled out, your water had just broke.

“sweetie!? what’s going on- OH LORD!” your mother scrambled to get you on your feet as you cried out in pain. “let me get the bag!” you had never seen your mom run so fast, you would’ve laughed at her nearly tripping if it wasn’t for the child threatening the slip out at any moment.

you were assisted into the backseat of your mother’s car as she drove to the hospital.

“if you could step on it, that would be great i’m kinda-” your sarcastic comment was cut off by another contraction. “nico…oh my god nico! i need to call him!”

you fished around the packed bag until you got a grip on your phone, dialing up nico as quickly as possible.

“i’m sorry but the number you reached is not available. please leave a message at the sound of the beep.”

you groaned loudly, speaking into the phone. 

“your child is currently in the process of being born, i’m at the hospital closest to the arena. please hurry.”

+++

you laid in the weirdly comfortable hospital bed, not yet fully dilated. it worked out in your favor because nico had yet to show up. you left a couple text messages and then a few more voicemails.

“i don’t know what the fuck your doing right now, but if judith is born before you get here your last name will not be on the birth certificate.” you said into the microphone, leaving the third voicemail of the day.

nico’s entire family was flying in next week and nico had made sure that he had all of next week off from any media or anything related to hockey so he could be there for the birth, but now judith was coming early and no one but your mother was here.

dr.swarn entered your hospital room again, she had arrived shortly after you because you had paged her the second you got into the car. “how are we doing momma?”

“not good, baby daddy is nowhere to be seen and i’m still not dilated enough to get this monster out of me.” you answered, setting your phone down beside you.

after a few moments dr.swarn smiled. “well i’m sorry about nico’s absence, but judith is ready to come out. you’re ready to push.”

+++

you don’t remember much, the epidural had kicked in. 

you remember holding onto your mom’s hand so hard that she yelped in pain at one point.

you remember cursing nico for not only doing this to you, but not being there for you.

you remember crying, a lot, and you remember judith crying a lot too.

you remember holding judith for the first time. both of your tears stopped for just a moment as you had skin on skin contact.

you whimpered as they took her away for cleaning, but soon she was wrapped up and you were able to hold her again. 

you remember the sound of footsteps and a thick swiss accent begging to be let into the room, continuously yelling that he was the father. your mother was quick to go into the hall and defend nico from the nurses saying he couldn’t go into the room, and as soon as nico saw you holding judith he began crying. 

“y/n i am so so sorry, i was-”

“where the hell were you!? i just had to give birth to our daughter without the father there!” you scolded the man.

“i put my phone at the bottom of my bag during locker cleanout and didn’t even think to take it out before my meeting with management. i got here as fast as i could.” nico had to catch his breath while he spoke.

“i was all alone…” you teared up, all of your emotions catching up to you again.

“i know. i know baby and i’m so sorry.” nico said, coming to your side. “can i hold her?”

you were too distracted by nico calling you baby, well more specifically by the feeling in your stomach, to answer with words. you just nodded and handed judith over. “be careful, and make sure to support her head.”

you smiled at the sight of nico holding judith, tears in his eyes, quickly taking a picture.

“were you serious about my name not being on the birth certificate?”

+++

once everything had settled down and you and nico were finally given some alone time in the hospital room you began making calls.

your mom had already messaged your families group chat, informing them of judith’s birth and sending pictures, so now you just had to call nico’s family. first was his mother, you had wanted to call her before you went into labor but it was around midnight for her and you didn’t want to wake her up.

she was so happy to hear from you, and you had never heard such an excited scream in your life when you turned the camera onto where judith was currently sleeping in your arms, nico having moved to lay behind you in the bed, his chest being your pillow.

“oh you have to call nina next, she has been so excited to become an aunt!”

that’s exactly what you two did.

facetime nina was fun, she gave you some much needed comic relief and she didn’t make any comments on yours and nico’s relationship…while he was in the room.

the second nico stepped out of the room nina was quick to ask when the wedding was.

“never gonna happen. i don’t like nico like that, and he doesn’t like me like that.” you said while putting judith back in that plastic jail they call a crib. “we’re here to talk about my gorgeous daughter who looks a little too much like nico for my liking.”

“ouch.” 

your head whipped around to see nico standing at the door. “your back early.” you were hoping he didn’t hear what you had said earlier. lately nico had been acting insanely weird everytime someone brought up your relationship with one another.

“the nurse was just outside, she’s gonna go finish the final paperwork and we’ll probably be out of here in the next hour.” nico said before turning back around. “i’m gonna go help out with the discharge papers.”

once he left you let out a groan. “nina why is your brother acting so weird?”

“what’s up with him?” she asked, curiously.

“ever since the baby shower he has just been…off. i don’t even know how to explain it.” you  started off, beginning to pace around the room. “he is so distant, and really out of it. i would think it might just be with the upsetting ending of the season, but this has been going on since before the playoffs. he keeps saying that he is sick and doesn’t want to expose me to germs, but i live with him and i haven’t even heard him sneeze from allergies.”

“do you think, and i hate to ask this, that he is having regrets about…everything?” 

you felt tears fill your eyes at her question. “yeah, i do. i asked him, and he denied it, but i can’t think of any other reason why he would distance himself from me and from judith.”

the lack of response from your friend on the phone was enough to make you start crying.

“i have my essentials packed up and my mom has a lawyer on speed dial just in case something happens…” you felt horrible having to admit this, especially to his sister. “i don’t want the lawyers, it’s my moms doing.” you felt guilty for what having a lawyer would be implying. 

“-i’m not judging you. just make sure nico doesn’t find out, i have a feeling he won’t be a fan of you even having a bag packed.” nina cut you off. “look i have to go, just keep me updated.”

you assured her you would before saying your goodbyes.

+++

“hey you just have to sign the discharge papers and the birth certificate, then we can leave.” nico said, entering the hospital room you had been in for the past couple of hours.

it had been around twenty minutes since you said goodbye to nina, deciding to finish phone calls tomorrow and instead spend your time crying while holding your crying newborn, best way to bond right?

“okay.” you sniffled. “could you put judith in her carseat? i’m gonna change.”

bond right?

“okay.” you sniffled. “could you put judith in her carseat? i’m gonna change.”

nico nodded and picked judith up from the hospital’s crib, holding her close to his chest and staring at her in awe. he couldn’t believe that this precious little girl was his.

“i’m always going to love and protect you, no matter what. your mother too. someday we’ll be a happy family, the three of us, hopeful gannon will join us sometime soon…” nico trailed off. “daddy loves you and he loves mommy too, you’re the two most important women in my life now, don’t you ever forget that…your mommy does a lot.” 

nico couldn’t finish his peptalk, or whatever one would call the conversation with his daughter, because you had stepped out of the bathroom changed and ready to go. “are you okay?” it was obvious that you were crying, you don’t know why you were even trying to hid it. 

“i’m fine, just emotional…just gave birth ya know.” you tried to laugh it off.

nico didn’t believe it. “we’ll talk when we get home.” 

+++

“why have you been acting so weird-”

“i overheard what you said-”

you and nico spoke at the same time, nico gesturing for you to go first.

“you overheard!?” you were convinced you were breaking a sweat from how panicked you had become in an instant. “look nico, the lawyer was my mother’s idea a-and i haven’t even actually talked to them yet, my mother just has them on retainer.”

“wait, what!?” nico stared at you with a look that scared you. “i was talking about what you said at your baby shower. you have a lawyer!? do you have all your things packed too so you’re ready to leave me and take judith with you!?” your silence only made nico angrier. “oh my god you do have your shit packed.”

“j-just the essentials…” you stuttered out.

“yeah because that makes a difference.” nico had distanced himself from you. “i cannot believe this.”

“i only did that stuff because for the past month it's seemed like the last thing you wanted was to be in mine and judith’s life!” your loud voices woke judith up, her loud wails only making the room more tense. you picked her up and tried to soothe her as you spoke to nico. “i’m only gonna ask you one more time nico, do you regret being with me and deciding to be in judith’s life?” 

“no. i do not regret it y/n.” nico spoke sternly.

“then why the hell are you treating us this way?” 

“because i am in love with you.”

your eyes widened in shock and you nearly lost your grip on judith from the whiplash that seemed to go through your body.

“you…what!?” 

it was essentially a stare down between the two of you, it was so uncomfortable in the room that even judith shut her mouth. 

“i have for a year now, probably longer, a-and i thought that judith would finally be my way into your heart. i thought that me being there for you, and for our daughter, would make you love me too.” nico’s tone of voice was one of a kicked puppy. 

“what are you doing?” you asked, not pleased with what he was throwing onto you. “why are you telling me this?” 

“i just needed you to know.” nico whispered his response, not expecting that reaction.

“so you’ve been in love with me for a year now?” nico nodded at your question. “so how does that add up to you treating me like some gold digging whore who got pregnant on purpose for the past month?” 

“i’m not-” nico let out a heavy sigh. “at your baby shower you said you couldn’t wait for everything to get back to how it was before the pregnancy.”

“yeah, so?”

“so!? you’ve basically been counting down the days until you’re able to fuck someone else, while i’ve been doing everything in my power to prove myself to you that i am worthy of being more than just the guy you fuck when no one else is available.” nico grew angry, if this was a cartoon steam would be coming out of his ears.

“i didn’t ask for you to do that nico! i was happy with how things were before judith, is it so wrong to want that back?” you were equally as angry. who was he to make you feel guilty about not being in love with him?

“yes it is! you are a mother now y/n, you are not allowed to be irresponsible anymore. you have to take care of two lives now-”

“are you not going to be helping me!?” you interrupted nico.

“when i can, yes i will, but i have a job that keeps me away a lot.” 

you rolled your eyes at his words. “you are not allowed to dictate my love life just because you knocked me up.”

you didn’t know if you should be thankful or agitated that judith decided to start crying at that moment, but either way you started your slight bouncing movements back up to try and settle my daughter, as odd as it was to use that term in a real scenario, and tried to find those parental instincts everyone was always talking about.

“she’s probably hungry.”

“i didn’t ask you…but thank you i will try that.”

+++

the first night with judith was rough. as much as nico wanted to, he couldn’t leave you alone and retreat off to the hughes’, both because if his mother found out, and she would, he might as well get his obituary ready in advance and he just could not handle the torture the brothers would put him through.

it was like your daughter had a sixth sense for when you were just about to fall asleep, choosing those exact moments to cry out for something. you never knew what she wanted, always going through the same order of “milk, diaper change, pacifier, cuddles, burping, scenery change, and clothing change” until one of them worked. 

nico slept on the couch, it was close enough to your room where if judith began to cry he would hear it and wake up. he was going to stay in your room with you and judith, but after the blowup of him confessing his feelings and you borderline rejecting him things it got a bit awkward. still now, almost twenty four hours later you and nico hadn’t had a proper conversation let alone spoken about what had happened. 

you were on the phone with nina for a while, then your mother, then nina and your mother, both of them giving you their advice but following it up with “just listen to your heart.”, so it was all canceled out in your mind. 

you turned to your newborn, who was staring at you from her little bed next to yours. “judith what am i supposed to do? your daddy, the one with the funny voice, is so amazing and sweet. he treats me like a princess, so why am i struggling so much to figure out what i want with him?” 

judith stared at you with those large brown eyes, a small look of adoration on her face. 

“i love you.” you whispered to her. “-and i love your father too.” 

you sat up in bed, eyes widening at your revelation. you love nico. 

“oh judith, thank you for listening to your mommy!”

you hopped out of bed, rushing into the living room. “nico! nico! nico! nic-”

“what!? what's wrong!? is judith alright!?” nico basically jumped off of the couch, worried that something had happened.

“she’s fine, everything is fine…well not everything it’s just.” you took a moment to look at nico, the lighting was horrible yet he still looked amazing. “i love you too nico.”

there was a silence that followed, it wasn’t awkward or filled with tension, just a calm silence. 

you blinked and then suddenly nico’s lips were on yours. 

the sound of judith’s cries separated your lips and caused you both to race to your bedroom.

spoiler alert: nothing was wrong with judith, she was just crying to cry. 

nico’s arms were wrapped around you and were holding you into his chest as you both laughed. 

“so what now? are we dating? getting married?” you asked, leaning your head against nico’s shoulder. 

“as much as i would love to get married right now, we’ll start with dating…so will you be my girlfriend?” nico asked, mumbling against your head and giving light kisses every now and then.

“yes, i will be your girlfriend.”

“yes!” 

you laughed at his response, judith held in both of your arms. “let’s go to bed, she’s finally asleep.”

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nicohischeir and y/nonfilm

nicohischier me, my girlfriend, and our beautiful babygirl. welcome to the world judith.

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jackhughes god father mode activated😎

y/nonfilm …who said you were the god father?

ninahischier best day ever!! i got a niece and a sister 🩷🩷

njdevils baby hischier alert‼️

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note: i 100% HATE this ending (the whole thing actually) it’s so rushed and just bleh, but i have literally been working on this for 71 days. SEVENTY ONE DAYS. college has been kicking my ass lately so i haven’t been very focused on writing anything. but i hope y’all still like this PLEASE DON’T LET IT FLOP i’ll cry. okay love y’all babes BYEEEE!!!

[someonesrealityshifting]

my longest shift was about five minutes, and it was to my streamer life, and i was sandwiched between my bfs, and one smelled like chocolate, and the other smelled like honey, and i was in fucking heaven. i went out and bought honey body wash that same day.

my most memorable shift was about thirty seconds long; for context, my mans is Miguel O'Hara in that life and I am more than a foot shorter than him and smol and chubby and perfect for cuddles and so when i shifted there, i woke up on his chest like a koala, my head perfectly positioned right above his heartbeat, and i heard him murmur my name in his sleep, and i fell asleep too fast to do anything but kiss his chest through his shirt.

my first full shift where i stayed for a long time was to a parallel reality where my home floors were orangey fake wood instead of grey fake wood. i shift to a lot of parallel realities now.

my first DR shift was to my original marauders life and i could hear my mum in the hall getting ready to wake me and my dad was making French toast downstairs for my birthday.

and you're telling me i can go back and relive these moments as many times as i want?!? i love shifting.

[totothewolff]

Season of Love (5/?)

+18 | Toto x reader fem!teamprincipal, romance, comedy, and some good drama.

Summary: One night on a pier in Monaco, while admiring the sea under the night skies, you tell Toto: "I came to the conclusion that love is simply not meant for me." That's the answer to a question you have been asking yourself for the longest time. But what if he proved you wrong? Author's note: This is a multichapter Toto Wolff x team principal reader fic set along a season of F1. It's a very immersive story full of drivers, team dynamics, races, mystery, and smut. You just bought the Williams team, but nobody really knows who you truly are.

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Dances with Wolff Arc Chapter 5: Cold tires, warm heart

UK

The weather stays cold all day long at Silverstone; the crisp air bites your skin, causing shivers down your spine, and your breath forms small clouds before you as you walk briskly to the campsite area where the luxury motorhomes & RVs are parked, yours included, huddled in layers of warm clothing, feeling drained as the rest of the grid feels, seeking an opportunity to lay down and rest. 

Everyone warned you the mid-season was tough on the body, and they were right! As you drag yourself inside your luxurious, trendy, and sophisticated RV. The sleek and clean design aesthetic greets you; it's a zen monochromatic color scheme space full of high-end finishes, innovative storage solutions, elegant sofas, and a large comfy bed with a kitchenette and bathroom, creating the perfect getaway place for you away of the chaos at the paddock.

You share your location and access code with Toto, but he doesn't reply to your text. You assume he must be busy, so you fall soundly asleep on the bed there until you feel a pair of muscular arms hug and softly spoon you, half-waking you up.

You feel Toto's firm body against yours, with no inch of space between you two, as he wraps you in a tender and affectionate display of intimacy; your bodies intertwine as he seeks your warmth.

—I missed you so much —you turn to tell him, kissing him softly. —It feels wrong not having you by my side —you find the courage to let Toto know how you felt these past days without him, breaking the room's quietness, then burying your face in his neck, feeling shy and vulnerable and softly smooching it. 

He caresses your cheek with his index finger and slowly kisses your lips, leaving you breathless after a few minutes.

Toto seems exhausted as you peek at him while patiently waiting for him to comment on your confession, but he only looks pensively at your words as he rests his temple on yours. You sense his right hand caressing down your arm on its way to hold your hand. Then he pulls you closer to his chest, where you get cozy and fall asleep again.

-

One text, two texts, five texts.

—She is not answering —Michael says, a bit taken out.

One call, two calls, five calls.

—He is not answering —Niki says, quite concerned.

-

Once again, you wake up after a bit, feeling dozy and disoriented as you hear an iPhone ringing in the distance, still nestled in Toto's embrace, overwhelmed with tranquility and happiness but fucking annoyed at that damn ringtone. 

The softness of the bed, the heat of Toto's closeness, and the gentle rise and fall of his breaths make it a cozy heaven you don't want to leave, but that goddamn annoying phone doesn't let you nap and is about to wake him up too, and you want him to rest.

So you bravely drag yourself to your feet, hating life, and walk straight to Toto's duffel travel bag to search for his iPhone buzzing inside. To your surprise, you find it next to a torn and used voucher for "Cocktails for 2" at The Savoy Hotel in London, along with his passport. 

As you pick up his phone to turn it off, you wake it and notice that Toto still hasn't changed his wallpaper; he appears there posing in a pottery studio couple session, all smiley, with Susie wrapped in his arms, both of them looking in love and joyful as the professional camera lens captures their handsomeness, they look like they belong together. 

You can't avoid the sting of pain and insecurity washing you over, but you take the thought off. It's probably nothing, you try to convince yourself. So you finish turning his phone off and leaving it where you found it.

Then you turn off yours, ignoring all the red bubbles in it, on your way back to Toto's arms. All you want right now is him and you, and fuck the rest of the world. This "relationship," if you can call it that, is meant to crash soon, so you want to hang on to it as much as possible.

-

Two hours have passed since then, and Toto's hands are now roaming across your back, guiding your movements as you are in a cowgirl position on him. At the same time, his tongue dances erotically with your tongue, adding a sweet and sinful layer to your passionate embrace.

Your moans echo throughout the RV, blending perfectly with the rhythmic creaking of the bed frame beneath you. Toto's breathing grows heavier as you ride him hungrily, showing how much you miss him.

As he explores your curves, Toto begs you: —Bounce on my cock —with a voice husky with desire and with trembling hands, and you give him what he craves, exploding with pleasure as each time more desperately you go up and down his shaft.

Your nipples stiffen, them peeking out from beneath the fabric of your dress; this time, you didn't even care to take all of your clothes off; they were begging for his attention. Toto can't resist it; he leans in, pulls down the upper part of your dress, and captures one in his mouth, sucking it gently as his tongue teases its sensitive tip.

—Oh, God! —you cry, arching your back with pleasure. —That feels heavenly.

Toto releases your breast, looking up at you with a sultry grin. —Wait till it's my turn to show you how much I missed you —he purrs, hands dancing all over your ass.

As you are about to reach an orgasm, you can't escape the guilty thought in the back of your mind. —We shouldn't even be here, less doing this —you say in between tiny breaths and moaning a bit. —It was irresponsible for me to text you to come over —you protest weakly. —This could be no good for our careers —releasing a big moan as you finish the sentence, not being able to stop rocking yourself on Toto, moving now your hips in circles. His dick is so hard, and it feels so delicious all the way inside you.

Toto shrugs nonchalantly, then growls, his eyes smoldering lustfully, enjoying the sight of you going all over him. —I was planning to look for you anyway. Do you want us to stop and leave? —he replies, out of breath.

—No.

Toto gives you an "I agree" in the form of thrust, hitting you with such force that causes you to scream out in pleasure and unstabilize you, making you quickly place both of your hands on his chest to not fall on his face.

Then, his strong arms wrap you around the waist, holding you steady as he moves in rhythmic strokes that push your boundaries. Each withdrawal leaves you craving more, and each entry pleases you; he starts speeding up, making you moan out his name many times as the sounds of your body colliding fill the air. It's a symphony of pure passion.

—You make me feel so... complete... and free... and loved —You gasp out, voice shaking as Toto's powerful thrusts drive you deeper into the realm of satisfaction.

For some reason, feelings are bursting out of you in the form of words lately, freeing your thoughts without thinking much about the repercussions, being weirdly open and sincere for once in your life. Maybe it's because your period is near, and you always feel more emotional around that time; you lie to yourself, not wanting to admit falling for him because you know it will hurt more when it's over, which is sadly approaching.

It's not only the sexual part that makes you feel so whole with him. It's also his small displays of affection, his caring texts every morning to know how you slept, to let you know you are one of his first thoughts of the day, or the long conversations about anything you two share, the pictures you send to each other of the most mundane things to share life.

That makes you always feel him present and being taken care of. Also, the many times you advise each other, from billionaire businessman to billionaire businesswoman, or the quiet moments when you two are silently wrapped in each other's arms, just enjoying your presence and bodies.

—Toto, I'm so close! —you moan loud as he manhandles you around; you feel yourself dripping and so warm, like your pussy is burning. Your pussy folds, rubbing around Toto's shaft, who positions himself to pound you against the mattresses.

Then you feel him shifting his entire weight on you, topping you, and placing his thumb finger inside your mouth for you to suck it. —Then cum for me —he whispers, hot against your ear. He starts to fuck you hard like that, making your ass wable, and the bed squeaks so loud as he pins you down against the sheets, but all get muffled by the sounds he is provoking you to release. You feel a bit of pain in your hips and lower back as he slaps hard against you.

With a big moan, you cum all over him, all red and sweaty.

Toto has never had this before, someone so willing to please him, in all senses, someone so light-spirited and carefree. He is trying so hard not to fall for you, too. You please him like no one else in bed but also outside of it. You are the whole fucking package. 

If change didn't fright him, he would be willing to try.

He would venture for more if he weren't so scared of failure.

Toto feels a responsibility for Susie and her feelings and heart; she counts on him for this, and Toto has never missed his duties since he was a young man, even if his heart desires something else.

He ended up agreeing to try the "open relationship thing" after saying no to it at first and breaking things with Susie because she showed up very distressed one night at his hotel room door, crying and saying how much she still loves him and how hard this is, that he shouldn't punish her for not wanting children. Toto felt so guilty; that wasn't his intention, but what if she was right?

But you happened in the middle of this. By accident or destiny is a cruel joker. This fling started like that, and it was supposed to stay there, not this. 

He pays attention to you more than you think; he has noticed the meaning and sentiment of your words lately and can't avoid feeling guilty for not being as open and honest as you deserve and how you are being. But Toto knows you will end it as soon as he lets you know you are his free pass on an open relationship agreement, so he is hanging on to you as much as possible. It's selfish and wrong, but he doesn't know how to quit you, how to say no to this, how to say goodbye.

Only if Toto knew.

Only if you knew.

-

—Is Torger still in London?! —Niki asks out loud, now absolutely annoyed, addressing Sam in the middle of the circus inside the Mercedes garage as he tries to manage everyone for the opening ceremony of the F1 anniversary race, set to start in about 20 minutes. 

Toto is always on time and never misses something without previous notice; this is uncharacteristic. Niki hadn't seen him all day; they had different schedules.

Lewis and George are scheduled to make donuts driving along with the other grid drivers. They all will do the same simultaneously to create a fog while AC/DC performs on a high-stage platform.

—Toto is here. I saw him a couple of hours ago. His phone seems out of reach —Sam has sworn never to lie to Niki. She quickly picks up her phone to call you, knowing you are also missing after being asked for the fourth time by several Williams team members if she had seen you around. WHAT A COINCIDENCE! It is evident for her where you two are. 

Since you don't answer the texts she bombards you with, she takes action and puts her feet in motion.

"You can't act this recklessly!" Sam thinks and looks visibly irritated. People are going to start wondering, especially when you two idiots arrive late with "we just fucked" hair and satisfied expressions at the paddock, and God forbids you two to show up together at the same time! Or worse, you two do not arrive at all.

-

Sam shows up at your RV's door, almost tearing it down, betting Toto and you were in there this whole time.

—Are you mental?! —Sam tells you, looking stressed, as the door's mechanism finishes opening.

—I'm sorry —you honestly apologize, knowing quite well what she refers to.

—Niki is furious! —she informs you, still at the bottom of the stairs and out of the RV's entrance, with no visible intention to come in. —Toto is still in there? —she asks in a low voice, pointing with her head.

You nod.

She comes closer to you, almost whispering to your ear. —Please don't get offended. I love you, but I know you are not here because of the sport, nor do you care which team wins or not; I know this is not your actual job. But please, could you...

You interrupt Sam, finishing for her in a sad tone. —Not interfere?

—I... —Sam sighs; she doesn't want to blame you or make you feel bad; she gets it, knows what you are going through, and wants more than anyone else for you to be happy. —Listen, our team is working its ass off; there are thousands of us relying on performing the best, and this is our livelihood; it worries me that this could...

—It won't happen again; I get it. I know we acted unprofessional. Sam, you understand how hard it has been for me... I'm just... I'm just trying to enjoy life for the first time, to feel happy and free for once; YES! I'm sorry it wasn't the place or the moment, but...

—I know, I know —she quickly adds. —Listen —Sam gets a little nervous and hesitates before adding. —I think you two, really, should talk openly and honestly about your "situation." I don't wish any of you hurt. Please talk —she sounds insistent, which worries you a bit.

—Yeah. Okay. I agree.

—Are you showing up for this Massi's wet dream? —Sam tries to lift the mood and return to the main topic.

—Toto is —you inform her. —He is finishing getting ready in the bathroom. I'm not. I will watch it at the hotel —now is your turn to come closer to Sam's ear and whisper. —I have to prepare for the call; Pascal set the meeting at 2 a.m., and we will rerun the scenario.

—It's good to know; I hope it all goes as planned and well —Sam says, looking relieved as she hugs you goodbye and leaves before bumping into Toto.

-

Toto claims "food poisoning" to excuse himself and that he spent hours feeling nauseous at his motorhome, as he makes it just in time at the garage. It's a white lie everyone buys. Actually, this happened once to him in Spain after going out for dinner.

Niki notices he has far too much color on his cheeks, for that matter, but chooses to let it go. Toto has been far more than responsible for many years, which has significantly cost him a lot in his personal life; Niki feels he deserves and needs some recklessness and happiness in his life. So, he plays along.

He softly pats Toto's shoulder and gives him a small smile as he sits beside him at the workstation and places his headphones and gear on.

The show is about to start.

-

The F1 anniversary's opening ceremony is the most glamorous affair! Bringing together a star-studded guest list of celebrities, like every big name, is there. 

And there are way too many influencers wandering around the garages for Michael's likes; he lets you know as soon as you call him back, excusing yourself for leaving the circuit, calling it a personal emergency.

Minutes later, you turn on your hotel room's TV to watch the start of the ceremony. A spectacular video mapping and drone display showcases the sport's rich history on the circuit track. It displays iconic footage on the many kilometers of asphalt as broadcast to millions of viewers worldwide. 

This is followed by a visually captivating driver's parade in which current drivers donned old-fashioned racing suits representing different eras of their teams, paying homage to the evolution of the sport as they get driven around interloped with cars with performers giving it all and working the crowds, till they make it to the main stage, where AC/DC comes out to close the show. 

In the middle of their set, all the grid drivers exhibit their coordination skills, making donuts together as the cherry on the cake, leaving fans ecstatic. You must admit it looked so cool. Massi must be shitting his pants!

Your room service order comes just in time as the race starts; you asked for too many desserts and sweets along with your salmon; you are feeling low and are taking comfort in the delicious food you savor, an unhealthy habit of yours, eating your feelings. 

Toto let you know before leaving, in between kisses, that he was attending a Mercedes team dinner after the race to celebrate with the team so that you would be sleeping alone tonight. You were so grateful for it, avoiding the trouble of making out an excuse to be able to attend the late-night meeting in private.

Sam is right; you aren't taking any of this seriously enough. 

-

The entire Mercedes team gathers in one of the most glamorous and lavish restaurants in London, "Amazónico." It is the coolest place Sam has been in a while, full of foliage-festooned walls and decor inspired by the rainforest of Brazil. Gorgeous velvets, greenery environments, and deco touches give the place an exotic yet luxurious vibe.

The mechanics and engineers, usually in their sports attire, look sharp in elegant outfits, and the mood is ON! Drinks flow as Toto gives a motivational speech to start the night, congratulating the team for their performance so far and inspiring them to give their all to secure the championship, acknowledging the fierce competition from Williams and Ferrari.

Susie and Toto are by the bar; she is sitting on the stool with her arms resting on the shoulders of a standing Toto as they chat, almost mouth-on-mouth, looking joyful.

Niki looks bemused as he watches them from afar, already sitting at the main large table the venue arranged for them and where they are about to have dinner. He addresses Sam, sitting to his right, without moving his gaze from the couple. —Weren't they..?

—Apparently, they are not —Sam gives him a look as she looks for something in her purse.

Niki looks as disappointed and surprised as she is as he nods to her, lets out a small, barely audible sigh, and sips his bourbon.

-

As Sam gets hammered with Bono and Annalise, Toto reaches them at the booth near the back of the place. He stays on his feet, waiting for them to finish their round of shots on a spinner wheel, and then bends to talk to a very comfortable, sitting, and tipsy-looking Sam with pink-red cheeks.

—What are your plans for tomorrow? —he asks her a bit loud, over the set the DJ is playing.

—Nothing, just chilling and recovering from this night; why?

—To hang out and tourist around, like we always do or did, how about that?

—Aw, you miss me, asshole?

—You are a necessary evil, but yeah, I miss you. 

—Why does everyone seem so emotional lately? I hope it's not contagious.

—We have lots to catch on to; I feel it's been ages and pure work between us.

—Please tell me if it's terminal.

—No, you moron, I'm totally fine —he swings his hand a bit too hard, spilling some of his drink.

"Then tell your eyes, liar! Yeah, all drunk at a work event? Sure, you are TOTALLY fine," Sam thinks. —I'm free, then. Will she join us?

—Who? —Toto looks taken off guard, thinking of you instead of Susie, whom Sam refers to.

—Sus, since she is around again.

—Sam, I...

—Oh, no, it's none of my business. I would rather it that way; I'm just asking.

—No, she isn't; it will be just us.

—Good —she ends the conversation.

"Is Sam mad at me? She sounded like it." Toto thinks. It's always hard to read her.

-

As the night is about to end and everyone seems drunk, Toto comes to cool down and relax after being forced to hit the dance floor against his will. He is not feeling it tonight, so he chooses to sit next to Niki and chat with him.

Toto is not on his usual dumb and lively drunk ass; he is weirdly somber. In the middle of their casual conversation, Niki asks him: —So, who changed their mind? —knowing what's up as he looks at Susie dance with George.

—About?

—Having children.

There is a long silence while Toto looks at Susie, laughing and throwing some moves around the dancefloor.

—I'm giving it a try.

Niki slowly nods and says nothing, and Toto stares at him. He recognizes Niki's disappointed face when he sees it, and Toto takes another big sip of his drink, swallowing hard.

-

You wake up late the following day after falling asleep around 5 a.m. once the call ends, feeling emotionally drained and not wanting to leave the bed. But when in Rome, you mean London. Nothing will lift your spirits more than going shopping; you are a shoes and purses maniac, and that new Miu Miu collection screams your name.

You are in the middle of buying half of Harrods when you receive a text from Toto.

"I won't be able to stay with you these days as I was hoping, I'm expected at Brackley. See you on the weekend. I miss you already."

Great, just what you needed.

-

Still in the UK

The British GP is here! And most of you already feel like you had enough Silverstone already.

Since Lewis swept the floor with everyone on the anniversary race, a similar result is expected for this weekend.

The FIA calls you all into one of the now traditional meetings, but this time around, Massi is expected to join in.

So when you arrive at that sad meeting room, he is standing right there next to the door; you are the last one to join, so he is facing you while waiting for you to finish stepping in to close the door after you, and you don't let go an opportunity like that.

As you step in, you hand him your coat and purse as if he were the receptionist and thank him, motioning to tip him as the entire room laughs.

Massi looks so confused and appalled at you, getting taken entirely off guard, but follows along, not knowing what else to do, or if you are serious or just messing around, still holding your things in his hands, and places your coat on the hanger and your purse on the empty chair next to yours.

—The nerve —Sebastian tells you in a low voice and takes a discrete bow at you with his hands as you sit on your chair next to his. Vettel is hiding behind Charles in the row in front of him, trying so hard not to burst out laughing. Both your eyes sparkle as your looks lock and smile at each other. Seb has the most gorgeous eyes on earth.

Then the meeting starts.

-

After being freed from that, you are walking down the pitlane on your way to free practice, chatting and fooling around with Carlos, Lando, and Mick, but suddenly, you stop just meters away from the Mercedes' slot. 

Lewis and George join you as soon as they notice you guys and come out of their garage, staring amusedly at a very frozen you as they reach you.

—Is that..? —you say, peeking inside the Merc's garage. —Oh, my God! Is that ROGER FEDERER?! —you let out in a funny and pitchy little scream.

George starts to laugh behind his hand, covering his mouth. You sound hilarious, and he looks at you in delight as you act all star-struck. Who would tell?

Carlos takes a few steps nearer you and closes your mouth, softly pushing your chin up with his index finger. —You are drooling —he jokes.

You go all red, tomato red, as you return to your senses.

Lewis sees the perfect opportunity for mayhem. —Oh, I'm so introducing you two! —He returns to the garage as quickly as possible to look for Roger.

—WHAT!? NONO! —you say way too loud as you watch him go, causing a couple of mechanics to raise their heads and look your way.

Lewis abruptly interrupts the engaging conversation Federer is having with Toto.

You start hyperventilating as Lewis walks alongside Roger straight in your direction. Toto observes the scene from the distance, with his muscular arms crossed. You feel his dark eyes on you.

You can't even form a greeting sentence when the Swiss introduces himself to you. A funny sound comes from your lips that sounds like a "Hi!" 

Millie looks at you, astonished, as she comes closer with Normani after the guys pointed at her with their hands and arms a "Come see this, please." She pivots her gaze from you to Normani and back with an "I think she broke" expression.

Meanwhile, your brain goes: "Roger is tall, hot, hot. Jesus, that smile! Is that chest real? Oh god, don't you dare peek down at his grey sweatpants!" as you stand there like an idiot without moving or saying something.

There are a couple more seconds of pure and awkward silence till Lando's stupid, mocking little laugh gets you out of your trance. Oh, the group is living for this!

—Delighted to meet you, Roger. I'm Y/N!

The group burst out laughing at your expense, enjoying the spectacle from afar, watching you try to act human around Federer until he turns his head their way. Now, they are all gathered together, sensing their stares, and the group quickly goes apart, acting like nothing has happened, returning to their activities.

—Is it me, or is Wolff not enjoying their interaction? —Normani asks Millie as they both intertwine arms and walk away together.

—Toto!? —Millie turns her head, looking back at a serious-looking Austrian inside the garage. —I don't think so. He always looks serious. I guess it's just his resting face, but he is such a cinnamon roll.

—A cinnamon roll? What language do you speak?

—English, Miss Posh Britain Got Talent.

Normani rolls her eyes at her. She is bonkers.

-

—In my defense... —you start to tell the table later, as all of you try to fit into a tiny table in the McLaren cafeteria; this time, Lando is sponsoring the lunch, and as you munch your veggies wrap.

—There's no defense —Carlos mocks you.

You toss your arms in the air, mouth still full of food, to protest as everyone laughs again at your interaction with Federer.

—We witnessed one of your canonic events —Mick jokes, making Millie almost fall from her half of the chair they are sharing.

—Oh, it was hilarious —Lewis adds.

—A masterpiece —Lando admits. —That coming from me —he points at himself with a thumb finger. —It means A LOT.

You finish passing the food and clear out your throat before continuing. —In my defense, Roger was wearing the slutiest thing a man could wear, and my brain was trying to process it.

All the boys look inquisitive at you with a please tell us more face.

—The grey sweatpants! —Millie and Normani answer for you simultaneously, agreeing with your statement.

—See! —you give them all a funny face.

—I still don't get it —Lando says.

—OH GOD! Go put on a pair of grey pantsuits and look down at your dick, and tell us —Sam teases him, done with him.

—Don't you remember that viral Lewis "I have an anaconda down here" mirror Instagram selfie with the grey sweatpants? —Millie says.

—That a friend told you about! —Seb jokes, addressing Millie.

—THAT A FRIEND OF HERS TOLD HER ABOUT! That that friend isn't me —Normani joins in the fun.

—With all due respect, Sir —Millie adds, looking at Lewis, who is laughing and trying to hide his red face in the gap his flexed arms are creating, lying on the table's surface.

—So... Do you like your men in grey sweatpants? Good thing I have four of those to wear —Lando tells you, moving his eyebrows suggestively up and down several times.

—OH GOD, PLEASE NOT! —the entire table screams.

-

Toto joins you that night in your hotel room; the two of you don't feel like doing anything fancy; just spend the evening together. After playing a competitive round of "Talk, Flirt, and Dare," as you stack up the board game cards for the next round, he asks you. —So, Tennis? Of all sports... Tennis?!

—Yeah, it's fun! —you slowly approach Toto; he is sitting on the rug next to the game placed on the coffee table between you in the living area, looking comfortable, relaxed, and shirtless after taking a dare card, currently only wearing his briefs. 

You slide a hand on his neck and chest before sitting on his lap, facing him. He wraps your waist with his toned arms and pulls you closer. Whispering against your lips —How?

—Well

—If you say so... —he shrugs. —For me, it's boring; there's not much adrenaline in it.

—Well, not all sports have to be lethal, you know? I thought you would like it since it is fast-paced —you make a thinking gesture by rubbing your chin.

—You have seen him play?

—Who? —you reply, trying to act dumb.

—Federer —he says pretty sternly.

—Several times, yeah.

—Are you one of those girls who follow him around? He told me about his groupies —he teases, but there is a jealous undertone.

—What? No, no. I don't like him like that.

Toto gives you a look that you read as "Really, girl? Closed fist, big long acrylic nails." —Uhm! If I remember correctly, you went all over him today; I think I have never seen you smile that big before —he adds. —You must look delighted in those selfies you took with him before you gave him that private tour of the Williams garage. Did he really get into the car? He passed with us. Did he like the driver's helmet you gifted him?

How on earth did Toto know about all that? That man has eyes everywhere.

—Hey, listen, I met one of my heroes FOR THE FIRST TIME and, AND, I got a bit excited! —you comb your hair with your hand. Toto's eyes can't avoid peeking at your tits as they wiggle with your arm movement. You also ended up shirtless; that sheer bra leaves nothing to the imagination.

Then he arches an eyebrow at your answer. A "bit excited" is downplaying. —He made you lose words, at first, then got you all over him, but sure "a bit excited", so, he looks better up close, or..?

—AND I got carried away. I admit it was a little embarrassing —Yep, Toto is envious. —He is okay, yeah. Are you jealous?

—Yes, completely —he purrs dangerously against your mouth, and you feel his warm breath brushing your lips. —Lucky for me, that guy is off the market —he looks intensely at you.

You kiss Toto, melting for him inside. —I wouldn't pick him over you —you pause to reassure him and keep kissing him. —I wouldn't pick anyone else over you —more kissing. —You are all I want.

Toto reacts weirdly. He gives you a look you don't know how to read; it's full of devotion, but there's something else, like anger. Is he that possessive, or is there something else?

You feel like following Sam's advice, and this may be the perfect moment for it.

But he senses you are about to open a conversation he isn't ready to have. Toto hates himself for it, so he quickly and softly moves you to get on his feet and asks you if you want another glass of wine. He is already taking your glass and walking to the winery, leaving you alone with your thoughts.

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[conniesanchor]

you and remus fight over nothing

today had the potential to be the longest day of your life. nothing went your way at work, and your sprite had exploded everywhere on the way home. you were just happy to finally be able to get a hug from remus. you had made your way down the hall when something on the floor stopped you and sent you straight to the ground.

remus came barreling out of your shared bedroom, "y/n," he says, shocked, rushing over to help you up. "are you okay?"

when you were back up on your feet, you turned around to see what had tripped you. when you saw that it was remus’ shoes, you lost it. "remus, your stupid fucking shoes."

"oh, i’m sorry, dove," he immediately apologizes, bending down to pick them up and set them neatly next to your bedroom door.

you tried to take a deep breath, but you were so filled with anger at the moment that you just couldn't, "we've talked about this remus. you can't just leave your shoes wherever you please. it takes less than five seconds to pick them up and put them somewhere." you roll your eyes and walk out to the living room.

"dove, you know i love you, but i think you're overreacting. it's only a pair of shoes." remus says calmly.

you put your hands over your face, "i know, but it's every day. i ask you every day to just put them by the door, and they're always in the middle of the hallway. why is it so hard for you?" you ask, sounding desperate for an answer. you're raising your voice, and remus is trying so hard not to raise his back.

he takes a deep breath, "okay. im sorry, i will try to stop, i promise." he steps closer to you, taking your hands in his. he raises one of them and presses a soft kiss to your knuckle.

you're embarrassed at this point, stepping back and forcing your hands out of his. "im sorry, rem. im sorry. you are right. im overreacting. i don't care where your shoes are. you could put them in the fridge for all i care," you sigh, "it's just been a really long day, im sorry i took it out on you."

"no, you were right. i can tell today was hard for you, and you shouldn't have to come home worrying about tripping over my shoes," he pulls you in for a hug but is immediately met with a soaking wet shirt, "what happened to your shirt?" he asked, pulling away slightly.

that was your breaking point. you immediately broke down, tears filling your eyes and your head falling to look at the ground. "woah, dove, relax," remus says, pulling you in, not caring about getting wet anymore. after he held you for a couple minutes, he pulled back once more, "talk to me," he pleaded, his hands working to push your hair behind your ears.

you choke out a sob, "im sorry."

his shoulders fall, "none of that. what's going on?" he asks.

lifting your head to lock eyes with him, you answer, "it was such a long day, remmy. nobody would listen to me at work, and then i stopped for gas and got a sprite, but when i opened it and it exploded all over me. then i came home, and all i wanted was to see you, and i tripped trying to get to you."

remus coos, "dovey, im sorry. want a bath?"

you nodded, wiping your face, "will you sit in the bathroom with me?"

he laughs as if it's the dumbest request he's ever heard, "of course. go get a towel in the dryer, and i’ll get your bath ready. alright? no more tears."

you nod, walking away.

[grandestheart]

LET THIS HAPPEN grayson x lyra

★ characters - grayson hawthorne, lyra kane

★ synopsis ~ When grayson spots lyra with her feet dangling in his pool, he goes to invite her to swim with him, when she reveals she cant swim, grayson takes it upon himself to teach her

★ taglist 🏷️ ~ @nqds @urbanflorals @sophiesonlinediary @lxvebelle @x-liv25-jamieswife // it will only let me tag five people at a time so thats why tags are split up <3

@shuhuaspookie @sunsetovertheocean @never-enough-novels @lanterns-and-daydreams @inmyheaddd lmk if you want to be added

★ request from @sophiesonlinediary

★ a/n ~ so excited to see what jlb has in the Hawthorne vault!!! I really hope it’s a Lyra chapter so we can begin to get a sense of her character, anyways enjoy <3 also this is like my longest fic ever!!

the heated water swished around lyras feet, she had only found this pool when exploring the Hawthorne mansion, looking for clues that could give her a lead in the game. She couldn’t swim, but she did enjoy the water, something about the smooth ripples when she kicked her feet calmed her.

She had been sat for around five minutes when she heard quiet footsteps on the patio behind her, “hello?” A deep voice called out, she knew that voice, “who’s there?” Shit. The voice moved closer, she couldn’t move now. It was much too late, “uh- gamemaster,” she cleared her throat, “what a suprise to see you here.”

Grayson stepped into the turquoise light from the pool. He was wearing nothing but navy swim shorts, and his hair was messed up, as if a hand had been ran through it. “Ms Kane, what are you doing here it’s after hours?” Grayson tilted his head slightly, Lyras mouth formed an o shape, all contestants were to be in their rooms by 11pm and it was now around 12:30. “I- I just needed to clear my head, but I can leave if that’s what you want.” She began to lift herself out of the pool when Grayson stopped her. “No, it’s ok you can stay.” Grayson made his way over to the stairs of the pool, “I often come here to clear my head too.” Grayson slid into the pool, dunking his head under the warm water.

When he came back up his hair had been pushed out of his face, and water was dripping down his shirtless body. “Do you wish to join me for a swim Ms Kane?” Grayson asked, swimming up to where she was sat on the ledge, “oh- no, I couldn’t. I can’t swim, so I probably-“ she trailed off, “that’s fine,” Grayson lifted himself out of the pool and next to her, “I could teach you.” Lyra laughed, he couldn’t be serious right? “I’m serious. I’ve been swimming since I could walk. I’m sure I would be a sufficient teacher.”

“you’re that confident?” Lyra retailed, “I’m not even dressed for it.” Grayson shrugged, “what’s wrong with what your wearing now?” Lyra looked down at her red oversized jumper and black running shorts. “Are you being fucking serious? I’ll drown if I wear this.” Grayson slid back into the pool. “Not if I’m holding you.” Grayson offered his hand, Lyra took it. “If that’s what you say Hawthorne boy.”

Grayson and Lyra had been in the pool for hours now, it started with Grayson trying to teach Lyra the basics, but for the past forty five minutes they had just been sat on the edge of pool, talking about life. “Grayson?” Lyra asked, “yes?” “what are we doing?” Grayson didn’t respond, only pushed himself back into the water. He made direct eye contact with her before saying. “This.” And then he grabbed her legs and tugged her under the water. “GRAYSON!” Lyra screeched after she had scrambled her way to the surface, she turned around to see Graysons cocky face grinning, “you could’ve killed me, asshole.” Grayson wrapped his arms around her waist. “I wouldn’t of let that happen” they were close now, too close, his mouth was only centimetres above hers. “but maybe- i will let this happen.” And with that his soft lips kissed hers. When they finally pulled apart Grayson stared at her. “You are so beautiful Lyra.” Lyra he had used her first name. “Same goes for you Hawthorne boy.”

[chasedbyatlantic]

when you wash your hair, joel miller

summary: IN WHICH — you decide to surprise a sleeping joel after you've been working all day outside of jackson's walls, but it doesn't go as you plan.

warnings: gender neutral x joel miller, post outbreak!joel, jackson!joel, mentions of you and joel in a relationship, sub!joel, joel has ptsd, joel almost hurts reader (doesn't tho so dw!), lots of fluff at the end, cute ending, lots of swearing, ellie being annoying as per usual LOL. lmk if there’s anything i missed <3

wordcount: 2.6k

a/n: hiiii this is my very first fic on tumblr! i have been obsessed w/ tlou for the LONGEST time now so why not start writing for my fav fictional mass murderer? anyway- hope u guys enjoy! i plan to post a ton more so stay tuned xoxo

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You had just finished an ungodly long shift along the outskirts of Jackson, keeping everyone inside safe from- well, whatever lay outside (scary squirrels, mostly). It had been so different since you arrived, with Joel and Ellie. For starters, you weren't kept on edge every single second of every single day - Joel was, which you always got pissed at him for, since you two were more than safe inside these walls. There was also the fact that life had sort of just- resumed, after twenty years of fighting for your life. It was alright, though, a sense of normalcy was nice, even if it were to only last for a little while (you were hoping it lasted forever).

As soon as you were inside the gates of Jackson, you rode over to the stables in which your horse, Leo, was housed at. The big wooden doors were opened by a stable hand that looked no older than Ellie, maybe she knew who this was, you thought to yourself.

You had slid the kid a small "thank you." as they closed the door behind you, and you hopped off Leo. You reached in your bag and scrounged for a second, before pulling out an apple core, the remains of the apple you had eaten earlier. "Here boy," your hand raised towards the horse's snout with the leftovers in-palm, and he took it as if it were the best thing in the world.

Leo munched away while you swapped his bridle for a halter and lead, tugging him to his freshly-mucked stall. He had walked over to his water bucket and you moved with him, undoing his girth and removing his saddle. It was hoisted over your arm as you moved out and locked his stall. "Excuse me," You called over to the stable hand that had let you in as you put all of his tack on the stand in front, "Do you mind brushing him down for me? I've had a long day and gotta get home quick."

The kid nodded their head eagerly, which had earned a smile from you. You weren't lying about having a long day or needing to get home quick - besides, you had always stayed after your shifts, right now you were just craving to see your favourite person (and a warm bath too, you had guessed).

You had removed your gloves as you took one last glimpse at your boy before you left him to be taken care of by the stable hand. As you walked out of the stable, you were greeted with a nice breeze. It wasn't exactly winter yet, but it sure as hell wasn't summer. Autumn was close on finishing, which only meant the days were getting longer.

It took you a mere twenty five minutes to walk back to the Miller residence. If you had a little pep in your step, it would've taken no longer than fifteen. But, being up since before sunrise has its cons. Anyway, it isn't your fault that Tommy and Maria (Joel's brother and new sister-in-law) placed you guys in the farthest house literally ever.

As you approached closer to the home, you could see the familiar little (she would kill you if she heard you describe her as little) girl. The girl took notice of you too, "Fucking finally!" Ellie had kicked up her skateboard, grabbing the tip of it, and came running over. "Jesus Christ, I thought you had got eaten by like- fucking bigfoot out there!", She seemed to be only half-joking.

"I was not eaten out there, Ellie." You sigh as you messed her hair up slightly with your hand, "Is Joel still out on patrol?" You had asked the girl. Her face dropped, earning an "ugh!" from her. "You two love birds are gross. You should care more about me than him! He's a frail, broken, old man while I'm a super cool, and totally awesome young person." You rolled your eyes, an automatic laugh escaping your lips. "Another half an hour out here, Elle. It's almost sundown- and please be careful, for fuck sakes. I don't want to be popping your kneecap back in place because of a fall off that- board."

You weren't Ellie's mom, and you didn't mean to take any place of a motherly figure in her life - it just, sort of happened. After what had happened in Salt Lake City a year ago, and you had fought for Ellie back alongside Joel, you couldn't help but grow so much more attached to her- you and Joel both. This is when your motherly instincts (you were never a mother, not before or during this apocalyptic world) kicked in. You both shared a special bond, one that would never be broken, despite the cruel world you both live in.

A small grunt and a "fine" escaped the girl's lips as she flips her board down and kicks off down the street. You shake your head with an almost disapproving look and walk down the rest of the block to your home. A small smile plays upon your lips as you approach the house with a mailbox at the bottom of the driveway that reads "MILLER". Your last name was not Miller, but you were in a relationship with a Miller, so that could maybe, in the slightest, count as your name too.

Your hand brushed past the rusted metal box as you walk up the paved drive way, you're excited to see Joel. Hell, it feels like it's been an eternity since you've seen that man - when in reality, it's only been since this morning. You climb up the wooden stairs at the front of your porch and remove your boots before entering the house - this saved horrid amounts of mud that would scatter in the small foyer of your home. Once your feet are out of your dirty boots, you silently enter the home.

The door was never locked, not when Joel knew you or Ellie weren't home. You didn't know why he kept it unlocked- maybe in case something had happened and you needed to get home fast, or in case you would lose your keys while out and about. It wasn't that big of a deal, though; nobody else lived in this part of the town (besides Tommy and Maria, who were distant neighbours).

It was dead silent when you entered, too eery for your liking. "Joel?" You called out as you shrugged off your autumn layers. No response. "Joel?" You call out once again, moving to where you had seen the light. You approached tip-toeing, starting to get a bit on edge. Joel was always there to greet you when you got home, unless he had patrol duty himself. As soon as you step foot in your living room, all of the previous worries you had melted away as you saw your favourite person curled up on the arm chair, sitting back and mouth open slightly. You wish you had a camera, god a polaroid of this would be amazing.

You approached him, quiet as ever, sliding the sleeves of your soft-knit sweater over ninety percent of your hands. You had brought your face closer to Joel's once you were close enough. The smell of his vanilla and rose scented shampoo had engulfed you. Joel said he hated it (in reality, he definitely did not), but if it made you love him a little more, he would wash his hair with it.

"You're perfect, you know that." You whisper to him, even though he was sound asleep. From the faded freckles over the bridge of his nose from being out in the sun too much this summer, to the small scars that littered his forehead from years of just surviving, he was perfect.

You breathed hushly as you moved your hands up to his face, to cup his cheeks. You thought it was perfect, for him to wake up to you (as if he didn't every morning) at this moment. You knew he missed you when he wasn't with you, he told you multiple times. This would be a nice thing to make his day slightly better, you had thought. Your fingers made soft contact with the flesh on his face - but, this is where it all went wrong.

Joel had shot up from the deep (well, you thought deep) sleep he was in and grabbed the hands that were touching his face. It hadn't registered to him that it was actually you who was touching his face, and not a clicker, or a raider, or anything else. Rage and a sense of fear filled his eyes as they shot opened, eyebrows furrowed as they looked around frantically - he was ready to fight.

A loud grunt and an "ow." escaped your lips once your hands were grabbed and yanked. It had happened within a blink of an eye. You weren't exactly in the mood for getting manhandled in this current moment, but here you were. "Joel- hey, hey, it's just me. You're okay." You spoke quick, trying to pry him off your hand.

It was now that his eyes had met yours, and it took him a moment (which felt like eternity) to process it was you. "Baby.." His grip immediately loosened and his eyes fell. He looked horrified, at himself rather than anything. "M'sorry." There was a tone in his voice that made him sound ashamed, like he had just broken bad news to someone he loved.

"Don't apologize to me, Jesus Christ." You spoke almost too fast and brought your hand to his face again, you felt bad for scaring him awake- your plan had massively backfired. It took Joel a minute before he melted into the touch of your hand in his cheek, something he will only do when it is only you and him around each other. "Shouldn't have been sleepin' while you weren't home." He muttered, his eyes looking everywhere but at yours.

Your heart ached, he shouldn't feel like this- fuck, you're so stupid for doing this you thought to yourself. "Don't apologize baby, hey-" You brought his focus to you, and only you, "-listen, you're alright, okay? We're safe here, you know. I'm safe, Ellie's safe, you're safe." You reassured the man in front of you. "If you want to sleep all day without a care in the world, you can do it."

Joel was being extremely vulnerable right now- and he knew that you sensed it. This part of him never came out, he was always the strong one in the relationship (not that you weren't, he just had that aura linked to him). Your finger rubbed back and forth over his cheek. "M'sorry for waking you from your nap- I was just too jealous of how peaceful you looked. All comfortable in your blue sweater.." your eyes started to trail down his body right in front of you, "-your sweatpants.." you snapped yourself out of the trance you had fallen in, your eyes reaching back up to Joel's.

He was just quiet, in his own thoughts. "Ya'know I love you." you told him. He looked like he snapped out of his own thoughts once you said this to him, the smallest smile known to man appearing on his face (it was genuine, though). "I know, darlin'." This was your cue, you reached forward and placed your lips onto Joel's. Now this, this was home- god, you could've had your lips on his all day for eternity. Joel melted into the kiss, and placed one of his hands on your thighs.

Things had got heated between the two of you within seconds, suddenly the positions were switched and you were straddling Joel on the armchair in your living room. It wasn't until you tore apart from his lips that it hit you. "Ellie’s going to be home soon, baby. We can't have her catching us like this- not again." You tell him as you catch your breath. His lips find your neck, he only hummed in response. After a moment of no proper response from him, you tap his shoulder, "Seriously, Joel!". He had grunted, basically forcing himself off of you. "So let her see us, not like she don't know 'bout it." He muttered, leaning back in the chair you two were in. "Oh, suddenly you're mister PDA?" You asked as you got up, stretching.

He said something under his breath that you couldn't catch, but chose not to pressure him about it. "But hey.." You grab his hand and help him up, "Maybe you could help me in the shower, hm? Let me borrow some o' that good smellin' shampoo ya' got? Wash my hair for me?” Your eyes met his, a smile completely lighting up your entire face. "I'on mind, doll. Maybe you could help me with a few things too," He reaches down, pressing a wet kiss onto your lips.

You take this as the perfect time to slip your fingers between his, and lead him up to the second floor of your large house. Even though you had completely scared the shit out of Joel earlier, and you thought you were a dead man for a split second, he forgave you. He always forgives you - this is why you love him.

Joel had promised you that he would always stay, no matter what had happened between you two. After years of being together, through your ups and your downs, through your serious arguments and your little scares (like this), he was yours. Joel was always yours, and you were always his.

You two come laughing down the stairs, completely soaked from the shower you had taken together. Joel was back in the clothes he wore when you got home, and you were changed into one of his shirts and a pair of sleeping shorts you had. He had his hand in yours as you lead him down the stairs. Before you could even step foot on the first floor, an "ew!" was yelled by a familiar voice.

"That is fucking disgusting- I cannot believe it! I can't leave you two together for more than thirty minutes before you turn into fucking rabbits. I may as well start thinking about names for the baby!" Ellie over exaggerates, acting completely disgusted from you and Joel holding hands.

Joel shoots Ellie a death glare as he drops his hand from yours momentarily, about to open his mouth before you interrupt. "Do I need to send you to your room, or something? You're so fucking crazy Elle!" You had let the little nick name slip out of your mouth, "You know I would never do anything unholy under the same roof as you." Well, you weren't lying. You and Joel never did it while Ellie was there, you didn't want anyone hearing what happened while you two were alone.

"Don't care, that's gross! Dinner is already made, I am GOING TO BED!" She had yelled as she was already half way up the stairs to her room on the second floor. Joel's hand snaked around your waist from behind as you tsk. "We got stuck with the most batshit crazy kid, I'm telling you."

Joel's hand tightens a smudge when you say that, "I love her though, and you I guess." He rests his head between the crook of your neck and slightly lets go once you add that. Even after the little bicker between the teenager, you couldn't help but smile to yourself.

Even though you were in the midst of an apocalypse, life couldn't have been anymore good to you. They gave you Joel, and you were content - more than content - with it.

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when you wash your hair, matt maltese

[thirstydemisexual]

22 and Nanami please?<33

hihi of course my love

TEASING|| Nanami Kento X reader

Warning: smut, p in v, Kento doesn't let your misbehavior slide

No beta we die like my self-respect

It was a long day for Nanami, that day he had four scheduled meetings with small breaks in between and to say he was TIRED was an understatement.

He was in the last meeting on the day before he clocked out and the only solace he found to survive it was the the thought of coming home.

Only twenty-five more minutes of listening to his colleagues bullcrap ideas and shitty business plans. That's when his phone vibrated in his pocket. Normally he wouldn't check his phone during a meeting but the only possible person to be texting him was his dear wife and she knew he had meetings today, she wouldn't text him unless there was something of importance.

WRONG

Nanami felt blood rush south as his phone loaded the photo you sent him, capturing you wearing his favorite lingerie set that he bought for you. Looking all pretty, your soft figure highlighted by the bows and lace on the set. Captioned: "How's the meeting?"

Oh he would show you

Those were possibly some of the LONGEST twenty-five minutes of his life. and as he rushed home he couldn't stop the thought of just how hard he was going to fuck you. He was going to make sure you wouldn't be able to walk the day after.

As he entered your shared home he smelt the dinner you were just about to be plating when he slammed the door behind him. And there you stood by the kitchen counter wearing only lingerie and your pink apron. You looked at him with with wide eyes, almost like you didn't know why he rushed trough the door in such manner.

"Oh there you are my love, I was beginning to worry. You didn't answer my text" you said batting your eyelashes in that way that made you seem oh so innocent.

Nanami didn't respond, approaching you fast while he took of his tie.

You went to speak again before he turned you around and bent you on the kitchen counter that was behind you, pressing his bulge in his pants again your ass.

"You enjoy teasing me huh?" he said, grasping your hands and tying them behind your back with his tie. "I'll show you just how much I missed you today"

He didn't waist time taking of his pants, he just lowered them and his boxers enough so that is cock was now resting between your backside and his still clothed stomach.

"I missed you so much Kento, so so much" you cooed, already anticipating the night you were about to have as he moved your panties just enough to guarantee him access to your already soaking cunt, wasting no time entering you.

You moaned as he stretched you out, you were very active but every single time the girth of him made that stretch sting a bit but it was always quick to turn to pleasure.

He rutted into you as hard and fast as he hadn't done in a while, one hand sneaking to your front to tease your nipples through the fabrics of your bra while the other was rested firmly on your hips keeping you still.

"Kento- I'm coming-" You stated arching your back, when he stilled. "NO!" You whined under him, frustrated from the denied release

"I'm not done with you yet" he said pulling out and turning you to pick you up and trowing you on his shoulder. Landing a sound smack to your bottom while at it and started heading for the bedroom, dinner forgetter on the counter.

"You'll come when I let you, that's what you get for teasing"

That was gonna be a long night

[bullet-clubs-bitch]

Single Mother

Blackpool Combat Club X Fem Reader

The Blackpool combat club’s reaction to you becoming a single mom

Main Masterlist

I woke up in the morning feeling like absolute garbage. This whole week I had just been feeling off. I thought it might be stress with everything going on lately but I knew what stress felt like. I was sick, not sick as in I have a cold, just sick. Tony hadn’t been booking me TV due to my sickness and I was grateful for that. However, being a part of the Blackpool Combat Club meant I would still have to be at every show and be ringside for the boy’s matches. Currently, I sat on the large couch in our private locker room eating crackers since it was the only thing I could hold down. I had never felt so sick in my entire life, this was unlike me. I never was sick, I was always ready for a fight. I needed to be. I know this frightened the BCC, they didn’t know what to do. Alone with my thoughts, Bryan entered the room with a concerned look in his eyes. 

“How are you feeling?” he asked nervously. “Like shit” I responded. I could see the gears turning in his head, I wondered what he was thinking. “What are your symptoms again?”  “Nausea, dizziness, some morning sickness. I just feel horrible. Why do you ask?” Bryan knew my symptoms, he and Mox were dealing with my sick ass all week. “I’m just thinking. Do you think that you could be pregnant?” Bryan oddly calm. “Why would you think I’m pregnant?” I asked him confused. “I’m just trying to think why you have been so sick recently. I also have two kids, ya know. I think I know pregnancy symptoms when I see them” This whole conversation between Bryan and I made me uncomfortable, yet he had a point. The more I thought about it, maybe I was pregnant. I didn’t even realize that I missed my period. 

It felt like the longest five minutes of my life as I awaited the results from the piece of plastic I held in my hand. This couldn't be happening right now, no way I could be pregnant. I paced around the small washroom as I awaited the results. The entire BCC stood on the other side of the door, guarding it like their lives depended on it. “What does it say?” yelled Mox through the door. “Nothing yet” I responded. After a few more moments of panicking the five minutes were up. I was too scared to look at the results. I wasn’t ready to be a mother, let alone a single mother! How would I explain this to everyone?

I looked at the test and felt my stomach drop. Two lines, I was pregnant. I didn’t know what to do, I didn’t know what to say. “Is everything okay in there?” Bryan asked carefully. I said nothing as I opened the door. They could tell by the tears that I was pregnant. I was greeted by a big group hug as I sobbed. We were the most badass faction in this company, what would people say about this? “It’s okay, It’s okay Y/n,” They told me as they ushered me back into our locker room. “No, it’s not okay. How the fuck am I supposed to raise a child!” I confessed 

“We will all help you” Bryan assured me “You don’t have to make a decision right now but whatever you do we will be there for every second” Claudio explained “We are family. You have nothing to worry about Y/n” I didn’t know what would happen, this was a lot to take in but I was grateful I had these guys who would be there for me for every second of it. 

[bibittybopittybadbxtch]

Attitude Adjustment

Pairing: Felix x Reader

Summary: You’re having a rough day and take it out on Felix. He gives you a much needed attitude adjustment.

Warnings: SMUT BELOW THE CUT, MDNI, 18+, Petnames (Baby, Princess, etc…), Honorifics (Daddy), Oral (F receiving), Dirty Talk

Word Count: <2K

A/N: Hi loves! I’m a Felix girl at heart. What can I say? He’s who I think about so he’s who i write about lol. I also forgot i wrote this 💀 ENJOY!

XO,Bibi 🩷

P.S.

I do NOT consent to have my work posted, translated or published to any third party site or app.

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Your mom had called and pissed you off. You should’ve known seeing her name on the screen before 10am was going to lead to some bull shit. She was in a bad mood and couldn’t have one alone. You swear she called you just to ruin your morning. After the longest five minutes of your life you manage to get off the phone with her. Felix was at dance practice for at least another hour, so you had time to cool off before he got home. At least that’s what you thought. You had just gotten comfortable on the couch with your favorite movie playing when you hear his key in the door. You sigh heavily, it’s not that you don’t wanna see him, of course you do. But you’re still in a mood from your conversation with your mom. Felix bounces into the living room, where you’re sitting.

It takes him all of a millisecond to pounce on you. He’s missed his girl, you were sleeping when he left so he didn’t get a kiss. Felix begins placing kisses all over your face to make up for lost time. Unbeknownst to him you are increasingly getting annoyed. “Lix, baby get up please” you try to shuffle from underneath him, but he’s not having. “Wait, I missed you. Let me get some affection.” You understand where he’s coming from but you simply aren’t in the mood. “Felix, come on. Get up. “ you try again, but he ignores you and nuzzles his face in your neck. At this point you’ve had enough. You shove him, not too harsh but enough to get him moving off you. You sit up and glare at him. “Yongbok, fuck. off.” in retrospect probably not the best choice of words and actions. Felix looks pissed, not only do you two never speak to each other in that way, you didn’t call him Yongbok ever. It was just something you never did, he never called you, Y/N. You both preferred to use terms of endearment with the other.

“Okay, what’s going on?” Felix asks perplexed. “Nothing, I don’t wanna talk about it. Leave me alone, please.”You turn your head away from him, hoping to avoid more conversation. You know your words from earlier struck a nerve, so you try to soften the blow of what’s coming next. Felix grabs your chin and pulls you close to him, you’re so close that the tips of your noses are touching. “No. That’s now how we handle things and you know it. Plus your little outburst needs to be dealt with.” Felix may have be sweet and bubbly and almost submissive everywhere else, but with you he was always in charge. From the day he met you he said that you were like a wild stallion. You think you know what’s best and won’t hear it from anyone unless they made you. And boy did Felix have a way of making you listen. You bashfully look at him, “Okay.” He kisses you harshly, before releasing your chin. Felix pulls you to straddle his lap and looks you in the eye. “First we will talk about what’s bothering you, and then we will handle that bratty little attitude, yes?” he says to you. Although it’s formulated like a question, you know it’s not. “Yes, Sir” you say before you begin recanting your conversation with your mother.

“I was hoping I would have more time to cool off before you came home, but i hadn’t looked at the time.” Felix nods his head in understanding. “Well…I understand where you’re coming from. I know how much she frustrates you sometimes. Im sorry that your cool down time was cut off. That being said, you lashing out like that. Not okay." Felix sees the fire ignite in your eyes before you even say a word. He saves you from yourself by smashing his lips to yours. At first you’re taken by surprise, then your tongue starts fighting Felix’s for dominance. Felix stands and lays you on the couch on your back. He stands and looks at you. You’re not wearing anything but his old t shirt. He can just barely say your pretty little pussy peaking out the bottom. He climbs on top of you and starts kissing down your neck.

You’re a soaking wet, moaning mess. “Please Daddy.” You beg. You don’t know what you’re asking for but apparently Felix knows what you need. He slides the shirt up to take it off, leaving you exposed to him. He takes a taunt nipple in his mouth, sucking and biting it. He takes one of his hands and starts toying with your clit, before giving your other breast the same attention. He then begins to kiss down your abdomen, before his mouth joins his hand on your pussy. He takes your clit in his mouth sucking harshly. “Oh Baby. You’re so wet and you taste so good for me.” You moan as you feel his fingers breech your hole. Felix is magic with his tongue on your clit. You can feel your orgasm building. “Daddy, Can I Cum” He say breathily as your body begins to quake. Felix stops abruptly, “No.” Your head shoots up in shock, “What!”. “You heard me. No. bratty girls don’t get to come.” He tells you before starting to finger you again. This goes on for thirty more minutes. Felix bringing you right to the brink of an orgasm before stopping. You have tears of frustration rolling down your cheeks as you cry out. “Please! I’m sorry Daddy. Please let me come.” “There it is. I was just waiting for you to remember your manners.” Felix tells you before resuming his suckling on your clit. His fingers diligently work in and out of you. You feel an orgasm building, “Daddy, Can I Come? ” you ask him sweetly. “Yes Princess, let go for me.”

You come all over Felix’s hand. He moves to kiss you on your forehead. “Good job. You did such a good job for me, Pretty Girl” He gets up to grab something to clean you both off with, but before he can you reach out to him. “I'm sorry. It's not your fault. My anger was misdirected. I shouldn’t have snapped at you. It was uncalled for." a tear falls from your eyes as you sniffle. Felix is quick to wipe the tear. “I accept your apology Baby.” He kisses your mouth gently before heading to the bathroom to grab a towel.

[alwaysonthemend]

Author’s Note: Hello my horny friends. I hope this fic finds you well. Have some vulgar Jacob smut. This is self-indulgent, as it usually is. Jake makes me question my sanity… this fic is merely a glimpse for you all into my madness. This is a little on the shorter side but when it's literally just porn and no plot that's what happens. Also VERY minimally edited so apologies in advance. 

Once again, this fic wouldn’t exist if it weren’t for @jakeyt I hope you know that I love you so much and I’m so glad I have you in my life. Your constant encouragement means the world. 

Content Warnings: Fem!reader, oral (f rec) p in v sex, unprotected sex, breeding kink, cussing, dirty talk, Jake being cocky. 18+ ONLY MINORS DNI

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The thing is, it never really gets easier – the whole long distance thing that is. You get better at it, sure. But it never actually becomes easier to deal with. If anything, you only miss him more when he’s gone than you used to. Jake has this… aura about him that draws you into him – pulling you into his orbit whether you want to be or not. Though he’s not known to his fans as the loud one (that title remains firmly on Josh), Jake’s personality when he’s with you is anything but subdued. He’s sweet like no other man you’ve ever met, and can make you laugh harder than anyone else, and the comfort that he radiates is unparalleled. And so his absence is only made all the more painful the longer you’ve been with him. 

This time especially, going on almost two months without getting to see him, you’re physically aching to be near him again. Daily texts and FaceTimes only satisfy you so much, and at this point you’re desperate. He’s coming home tonight and your body is practically vibrating with your excitement as you tidy up things around the house in order to pass the time. 

He’d said he’d be home around 7pm and god have these past few hours been the longest of your entire life. You’ve showered and shaved – making sure to use the body wash that Jake loves the smell of; and you’ve slipped into the little lingerie set that always drives him nuts, coupled with nothing but one of his old t-shirts. The two of you had phone sex a few times throughout his absence, but the action only ever leaves the both of you aching and missing the other even more. Jake has always been a tactile individual, loving the feeling of you and the feeling of the two of you together. So you know that as soon as he gets home he’s going to be all over you. That at least, is one positive of his long absences. Fuck is the welcome home sex incredible.

Taking a seat on the sofa, you glance up at the clock for what feels like the millionth time. 

7:07pm 

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you watch the front door. You’re almost embarrassed by the way you're literally sitting here waiting like a dog for its owner to come home. But it really has been so long so you figure you’ve earned the right to be this desperate.

You glance up again. 

7:16

Furrowing your brow, you check your phone to see if he’s texted you. Nothing. 

Sighing, you click your phone off and place it back down on the table. 

Another five minutes. 

You check your phone again. Then the clock. Then your phone again. You fix your hair. Check the clock again. 

And just when it hits 7:45 and you’re about to pick up your phone to call him, the front door practically slams open and in steps Jake – looking frazzled and annoyed but no less handsome than he had the last time you saw him. 

“Fuck, I hate airports.” His voice is the same as you remember it too – deep and soft as it envelopes you like a warm hug. 

Rising from your seat quickly, you stride over to where he’s standing, surveying his appearance for a moment. His hair is slightly longer, the ends resting just below his shoulders. He’s shaved since the last time you FaceTimed, but the barely there dusting of hair that adorns his top lip lets you know that maybe he’s thinking of growing it out again. 

You both stand there for a second, eyeing the other in a strange dance of anticipation. Finally, you reach out and grip his wrist, tugging him in close to you. Almost as if the action broke the seal, suddenly he’s on you, shoving you backwards until your back slams into the wall. 

“Jake.” You whine, but he silences you by sealing his lips over yours, immediately plunging his tongue into your waiting mouth. It’s all teeth and tongues and there’s nothing but desperation behind it as he practically devours you. The both of you moan as his bulge presses against you. 

“Missed you so much, angel.” He breathes out between kisses, and all you can do is whimper in response as his plush lips trail down to your throat, nipping and biting as he goes. 

You bring your hands up to tangle in his hair, tugging on it hard to get a reaction from him. Never one to disappoint, a groan rumbles through his chest at the sting. 

His strong hands grip your hips and lift, effortlessly picking you up and you wrap your legs around his waist to steady yourself. His mouth doesn’t leave your skin once as he walks the two of you over to the sofa before he unceremoniously deposits you onto it.

Still trapped between your thighs, Jake sinks to the floor onto his knees. 

“Missed you too. So much.” You tell him, gripping his shoulders and digging your fingers into the hard muscle that lies hidden beneath his button down shirt. 

He pulls away from you for a moment and his eyes look practically black as he stares at you. His chest is heaving and his lips are already swollen and slick with spit. You’re sure that you probably look even worse off than he does as your desperation for him grows with each passing second.

“I’ve been thinking about this for days.” He admits, splaying his palms out on your thighs and spreading your knees apart. His eyes trail downwards and you watch with rapt attention as they widen slightly as he sees the deep green lace of your panties. A wolfish grin spreads across his lips. “These are my favorite.” 

“I know.” Your voice comes out quiet, almost a whisper. “Put them on just for you.” 

“You spoil me.” His finger trails across your clothed center, just barely pressing into your clit through the fabric. 

You whine and spread your legs wider, begging him to finally touch you where you need him. 

“And as gorgeous as you look in these…” He says, hooking his fingers in the elastic and tugging. “You look even better without them.” 

He slides the lacey fabric down your legs, allowing you to kick them off onto the floor. His eyes rake across you, greedily taking in the sight of your drenched pussy for the first time in weeks. 

“Fuck.” He whispers, licking his lips and running a calloused finger through your folds. “Even prettier than I remember.” 

Sweeping his eyes up to yours, Jake grips your thighs again tightly before diving into you, sucking on your clit and drawing a loud moan from you. 

“Jake!” Your eyes slam shut at the immediate relief of his mouth on you. 

He’s eating you out like it’s his job, plunging his tongue into you roughly as his nose presses into your swollen bundle of nerves. Your moans and whines are interrupted by his own sounds – tiny little groans and grunts as he diligently brings you closer and closer to the edge of climax. 

Embarrassingly fast, that coil in your belly begins to tighten and you reach down to tug on his hair in warning. Instead of drawing away, Jake only renews his efforts and the coil snaps as your orgasm tears through you. He laps up your release without pause, moaning at the taste of you before pulling away.

“That was fast.” He grins, a smug smirk overtaking him. 

“Fuck off. It’s been too long.” You tell him, trying to catch your breath. 

“Or I’m just that fucking good.” 

You shake your head at him, fighting a grin. 

“Mmm. Missed you being a cocky little shit.” You tell him, sarcasm clear in your tone. 

“Did you now?” He hedges, narrowing his eyes at you playfully. 

“Oh yeah. I really miss- Oh!”

Without warning, Jake plunges a finger into you, immediately finding that spot inside you that drives you fucking wild. 

“What was that?” He asks, adding another finger. 

You can’t answer, too focused on the heavenly feeling of his fingers that you missed so much. 

“I’ll tell you what I missed.” He says, fingers picking up their pace as he fucks you with them. “I missed this pretty pussy. And I missed those lovely sounds that you make when I hit that special little spot inside of you.” He punctuates his sentences by curling his fingers upwards and brushing your g-spot, drawing a loud cry from you. “Like that one. Fuck, I missed that sound.” 

“Jesus Christ.” You moan, overcome with pleasure as he presses his thumb into your clit, rubbing tight circles over you. 

This is so much better than all those nights on the phone with him – nights where you lay there wishing that it was his fingers pleasuring you and not your own. But now he’s finally here, and the combination of having him after so long coupled with his stupidly talented fingers has your second orgasm approaching just as quickly as the first. 

“Come on, angel.” He encourages, eyes glued to where his fingers fuck in and out of you. “Give it to me.” 

The band snaps for the second time, and this time the feeling is white hot and overwhelming, leaving you with shaky legs and a brain completely absent of any conscious thought. 

“Jacob!” You whine, body left reeling as he pulls his fingers from you. “I need your cock. Please. Fuck, I need it.” You beg, reaching out to him to pull him in closer. 

“I know. I know, angel.” He mutters, extracting himself from your grip and standing up. He quickly unbuttons his shirt and tosses it to the ground before turning away from you. You furrow your brows for a moment as you watch him start to leave before realization washes over you. 

Condom your brain finally supplies. He’s going to get a condom. 

As if acting on its own accord, your hand darts out to wrap around his wrist, stopping him. He turns back to you, confusion clouding his eyes as he takes in your expression. 

Before you can talk yourself out of it, you shake your head at him. 

“No condom.” 

“But-” he starts, turning back around to face you fully. “You’re not on birth control.” 

“I know.” You say as you stare into his eyes, silently begging for him to catch on to what you mean. 

He does, and his mouth parts in surprise as your meaning finally hits him. 

“Y/n.” He hedges, taking a step back towards you. “You-” he stops himself, unsure and afraid of reading the situation wrong. 

“I miss you so much when you’re gone, Jake.” You admit, pulling him even closer to you. “Want something of yours to keep with me when you leave.” 

Jake groans, dropping his hand downwards to palm his hard cock. 

“Fuck, are you sure?” He sounds fucking wrecked – voice broken in a way you haven’t heard it before. 

“Very.” You assure him, biting your lip as you glance up at him. “I’ve been thinking about it since you left. I want it so bad, Jake.” 

“I need to hear you say it, Y/n.” His eyes are dark as he watches you, chest heaving as the weight of your words seem to finally sink in. 

“Jake,” you start, willing him to see just how serious you are. “I want you to fill me up. Put a baby in me. Please, Jake.” 

He moans loudly and he looks almost pained as you speak. Without hesitation, he practically rips the button of his jeans open before shoving them downwards, yanking his boxers down with them. His cock springs free, slapping his stomach and weeping with precum. You’ve never seen him so hard before – the velvety skin shiny and red. You spread your legs and scoot backwards, pressing your back into the arm of the sofa. He all but collapses onto the sofa between your legs and a fresh wave of slick gushes from you as you see the slight tremble of his shoulders. He’s fucking shaking. 

“Say it again.” He demands, grabbing his length and sliding his tip through your folds, gathering your wetness and spreading it over himself. 

“Put a baby in me, Jake. Fill me up. I want it so bad.”

“Fuck.” He whines – an honest to god whine, before he plunges into you. 

You let out a loud wail as he finally enters you, stretching you deliciously. 

“I missed your cock so much!” You cut yourself off with another moan. You reach upwards and hook your hands behind his shoulders to pull him into you, capturing his lips with yours as he pounds into you. 

“Fuck, baby.” His voice is deeper than it ever has been before and it cracks slightly on the last word. “You wanna know what I think about when I’m up there on stage?”

You nod, dropping your head backwards and wrapping your legs around him to pull him in deeper. 

“God.” He starts, moaning loudly before continuing on breathlessly. “I think about you. Every fucking time.” He grabs your ankle and tosses it up over his shoulder, making his cock sink even deeper into you. “I imagine you like this. Beneath me. I get so worked up just thinking about it. Like I could just fucking explode right up there on stage."

“Jake.” You whine, but there’s nothing to follow it up with. It’s like you’re in a fog, aware of nothing beyond the man on top of you and the delicious feeling of his cock pounding into you so fucking deep. 

“It gets me so hard, angel. So hard it hurts. All those people screaming my name but it’s you that I’m thinking about.”

"Is that why you hump your poor guitar?" You manage to stutter out breathlessly.

Jake chuckles and nods his head.

"Can't fucking help it "

You lean upwards and kiss him again, biting his bottom lip between your teeth. Your brain can’t seem to create words anymore and all coherent thought has long since flown out the window.

Jake groans into the kiss before dropping his chin to press his forehead into yours. His hips snap into you at a bruising pace and you know that you’ll be sore tomorrow. 

“M’gonna cum, Jake." You warn through clenched teeth. "Fuck I’m cumming!” Your climax is sharp – slicing through you with reckless abandon as Jake keeps fucking you through it. Your entire body trembles and the wet sound of Jake’s length slamming in and out of you is fucking obscene. 

Roughly, Jake grabs your waist and turns you over and your hands scramble to try and catch yourself from face planting into the arm of the sofa. Grabbing your hips in both hands, Jake pulls you back into him to meet each thrust. The room is filled with nothing but the sound of his skin hitting yours and the moans and whines spilling from the both of you 

“Oh my god. Oh my god, Jake. Fuck!” You practically scream. “Right fucking there!”

“You’re mine, angel.” He growls into your ear. “Gonna fill you up. Get you fucking pregnant. Show everyone that you belong to me.” 

“Fill me up, Jake. Sir, please.” The ‘sir’ slips out of you on instinct, and you can feel Jake starting to lose his control. He’s fucking you harder than he ever has – his movements practically feral.

“God, the fans...” He starts, reaching his right hand up to tangle in your hair and pull – causing you to arch backwards into him. “They’re gonna fucking lose it seeing you all big and round with MY baby. Jesus.” 

“I want it so bad, Jake. Knock me up! Please!” Your words are starting to slur together and you can feel it as your body starts to tremble and shake. It feels like your nerve endings are on fire. 

“You’re gonna be so fucking sexy when you’re pregnant, Y/n.” He growls, his pace beginning to falter. “Fuck, I’m gonna cum.” 

“Give it to me, Jake.” You beg, tossing your head back with a moan as he reaches his hand around you to circle your clit. 

“Gonna give it to you, angel. Get you fucking fat and pregnant. Fuck!”

A high pitch moan escapes you as you cum again, and the feeling of your walls clenching around his length has him spilling into you. 

He groans loudly as he finishes – louder than you’ve ever heard him as he rocks his hips into you, making sure to get every last drop of his release deep inside of you. 

Finally, he collapses into you – utterly spent. You both lay there in silence, the sweat covering both of you causing your skin to stick together, though both of you are too tired to care. 

Eventually, he pulls out of you, hissing as he goes. You roll over onto your back, taking in the fucked out expression on his face. 

“Hi.” You say, grinning up at him. 

“Hi, baby.” His smile back to you is soft and his eyes practically glitter as they look at you. “Think it worked?”

You giggle softly. 

“I hope so. If not, we’ll just have to try again.”

“We should probably just go ahead and try again tomorrow anyway. Just to be safe.” 

That draws a real laugh out of you, and he leans down to press a sweet kiss to your lips. 

“Y/n.” He says suddenly, pulling away from the kiss with wide eyes. “I’ve just realized something.” 

“What?” You ask, taken aback by his abruptness. 

“Your boobs are gonna get so big.” He says with a wolfish grin, and you sigh at him dramatically. 

“Jacob Thomas Kiszka, you are a menace.”

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