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“nerds don't date , right?” iii ⎯ how to ruin a nerd's life 101

[ 정인 ] ✷ ‎. . the event is pretty close, and your wardrobe is underwhelming. thank the lord, some chic nerd is at your rescue.

۫ 𖨂 𓈒 𝑛erdy!jeongin ₊ ‎ ‎ 𝑓em!reader ˙ . ꒷ g. fluff , humour , crack , forced proximity , classmates to lovers , uni au , fake dating , skz ensemble . 58OOw. ⎯⎯⎯ LiBRARY ⟢ cw. nicknames ?? as of now . ┆ 📹 ⋮ a y.ji mini series .ᐟ ֹ ₊

yani's note! 𑁍ܓ the amount of love this series is getting omg >< thank you !! also, i'm literally less than 5 followers away from 1k !! <3 late update, mocks are getting closer.... anyway, happy reading!

read the last chapter here.

"a terrible wardrobe crisis. that's what this is." ⎯ lee felix.

you and yeji's shared dorm was in shambles.

it looked like an overexcited tornado had ripped through the room, leaving behind nothing but chaos, laughter, and felix dramatically flailing over your (apparently) inadequate wardrobe.

your brown luggage bags lay open in the middle of your room, half-filled and overflowing. your beige-pink wardrobe stood wide open, its doors barely hanging on from the sheer force with which yeji had yanked them earlier. clothes were scattered everywhere—on your bed, on the floor, even draped over felix's outstretched arms as he inspected each piece with a face of horrified judgment.

"how—how do you live like this?" julie gasped, clutching a plain white t-shirt like it was a crime scene.

ryujin groaned into your pillow, sprawled lazily on your bed next to yeji, who was scrolling through her phone like she wasn't in the middle of this fashion emergency.

"guys, i literally do not care. just pack some shorts and a couple of tank tops, and boom, you’re set."

felix gasped so loudly you thought he might faint. "absolutely not," he said, voice filled with betrayal. "never ask ryu about fashion ever again, please." he turned to you, eyes wide, like this was the most crucial moment of your life.

"y/n, you are going to a summer trip with your fake boyfriend’s family, and you don’t even own a single—" he looked down at your pile of rejected clothes, "—decent sundress?"

you groaned, dropping onto your carpeted floor with your head in your hands. "it’s not that deep. it’s not like i’m trying to impress them or something! they seem pretty happy with me already,"

julie, still horrified, threw a beige oversized hoodie at you. "that’s where you’re wrong, babe. you are not just some random guest on this trip. you’re jeongin’s girlfriend."

yeji snorted. "correction! fake girlfriend."

julie ignored her. "do you understand the weight of that? the prestige? you have to look like the cool, effortless, stunning girl that yang jeongin—god bless him—the fashion icon of the entire uni himself— managed to bag."

ryujin blinked. "prestige?"

"hey! i'll have you know i am very fashionable myself. my wardrobe is just... not in the mood right now."

felix nodded sagely, ignoring you completely. "exactly. if she doesn’t look incredible, the aunts and uncles will start asking questions."

you whined, throwing yourself backwards onto the floor. "i don’t even own summer clothes!"

felix dramatically sank to his knees next to you, cradling a polka-dotted blouse you hadn’t worn in two years. "i know. and it hurts me."

yeji finally glanced up from her phone, unimpressed. "what do you even wear when it’s hot?"

you gestured at your usual attire—loose or flared jeans, oversized graphic tees, random strap tops, a pink zip-up hoodie despite it being way too warm outside.

julie covered her eyes like she was physically in pain. "no. nope. no! you are not dressing like a teen who just hit puberty on this trip."

"i have style," you defended weakly.

felix raised a skeptical eyebrow. "do you?"

ryujin huffed. "okay, fine, let’s actually try picking outfits before felix faints from sheer disappointment."

felix nodded, regaining composure. "yes. let’s. y/n, show me what summer clothes you actually have."

you sighed, crawling over to your wardrobe. you reached inside and pulled out the first thing you saw—a simple white crop top.

julie squinted. "it’s… okay. where are your maxi skirts?"

you bit your lip. "i only wear miniskirts, you all know that!"

felix collapsed onto the floor, gripping his chest. "god is testing me."

yeji, deadpan, turned to ryujin. "do we need to call an ambulance?"

"no, let him suffer," ryujin muttered.

ignoring them, you dug through your closet, pulling out a pair of denim shorts, beside a flowy miniskirt and a loose floral blouse you had shoved in the back from last year. "okay, how about these?"

julie pursed her lips. "cute, pretty, but it doesn’t scream ‘jeongin’s super chic girlfriend.’"

felix peeked over, nodding slightly. "it could work if you accessorize properly. add some layered necklaces, cute sandals, maybe style your hair differently—"

ryujin groaned. "you’re acting like she’s going to a fashion show. it’s a family trip."

thank you, at least i have some defense."

julie pointed at her aggressively. "family trips are the worst place to be underdressed. you never know what kind of rich aunt is judging you from across the dinner table."

felix shuddered. "exactly."

you let out a long sigh, flopping onto your bed next to ryujin. "why am i even doing this? it’s not like jeongin even cares."

yeji smirked. "oh, babe. it’s not about jeongin. it’s about you."

felix nodded solemnly. "you cannot lose to this bet."

julie grinned, nudging you. "you have to make him fall for you."

ryujin yawned. "that is so much effort."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the smirk on your lips. "you guys are acting like i’m not already winning."

felix gasped, shaking you by the shoulders. "that’s the confidence we need,"

you grinned. "that topper is definitely going to fall for me. he’s already been staring at me when he thinks i don’t notice."

yeji raised an eyebrow. "oh? receipts?"

you gasped, eyes lighting up, sitting up. "at the hill the other night—"

"oh my god," felix and julie squealed.

ryujin groaned, shoving a pillow over her head. "stop. stop being in love."

"i’m not in love," you scoffed. "but he is definitely falling first."

yeji snorted. "if he’s even capable of emotions."

felix gasped. "you take that back."

julie giggled. "okay, okay, but back to business. we have, what—four days before the family wedding? we need to find you something for that and the summer trip."

you groaned, collapsing into the pile of clothes on your bed. "i hate this."

felix patted your head. "it’s okay, hun. we’ll make you hot."

you peeked up at him. "i’m already hot."

julie rolled her eyes, grinning. "fine, we’ll make you unstoppable."

felix gasped, eyes shining. "omg. i’m so excited."

ryujin sighed, stretching. "cool. have fun with that. i’m gonna nap."

yeji shoved her over. "not in my bed, you’re not."

you should’ve seen this coming.

after the absolute fashion disaster that was your packing session, it was only a matter of time before felix and julie forcefully dragged you to the nearest shopping district, ryujin and yeji tagging along as your (mostly amused) moral support.

the first stop? summer clothes.

the only problem? felix and julie were treating this like a full-blown makeover mission.

"no."

you blinked at felix, who stood in front of you with his arms crossed, shaking his head so aggressively that his blond hair practically shimmered under the store lights.

"what do you mean no?" you asked, looking down at the beige linen shorts and white cropped tank top you had just picked out. "this is literally so cute."

julie groaned, throwing herself onto one of the store’s plush stools like this was physically hurting her. "it’s cute, yes, but it’s giving—" she gestured vaguely, "neutral instagram influencer who only drinks matcha."

"what’s wrong with that?"

yeji snorted, scrolling through her phone. "nothing, except you’re supposed to be jeongin’s effortlessly hot girlfriend, not someone who exclusively shops in the ‘clean girl aesthetic’ section of pinterest."

ryujin hummed, tossing a random hat onto your head. "i think she should just wear a trash bag. that way jeongin won’t fall for her."

felix gasped dramatically. "how dare you."

you sighed, rolling your eyes as you put the shorts back. "okay, fine. what do you suggest, then?"

felix’s face lit up as he practically sprinted toward a rack of dresses. "oh, i thought you’d never ask."

and that’s how you ended up with twelve different outfits shoved into your arms as you were pushed into the dressing room.

. . .

outfit #I : a bright yellow sundress with thin straps and a flowy, knee-length skirt.

you stepped out, raising an eyebrow at your friends. "thoughts?"

felix clasped his hands together. "sunshine incarnate, i love it."

julie tilted her head. "it’s cute, but is it ‘jeongin’s-girlfriend’ cute?"

yeji squinted. "hmm. i like the color. but maybe something a bit more…"

"hot," ryujin supplied, lying on the bench like she was exhausted.

julie nodded. "genius!"

you sighed, stepping back into the dressing room.

outfit #2: a deep red wrap-around top with a matching skirt.

you emerged again. "this?"

"damn mama," ryujin whistled. "now this is hot." she says, only to be jabbed at the shoulder by yeji, brow raised.

felix pursed his lips, tapping his chin. "sexy, confident, yet elegant. approved."

julie gasped. "oh my god, imagine jeongin seeing you in that."

yeji smirked. "he’ll die."

you rolled your eyes, fighting the heat rising to your cheeks. "we are not dressing to impress him, we’re dressing for the trip."

felix smirked. "sure, babe."

outfit #3: a white off-shoulder top with ruffled sleeves, paired with high-waisted denim shorts.

julie squealed. "oh, this is perfect for the beach!"

felix nodded. "it's so giving main character."

yeji snorted. "she is the main character."

ryujin, however, hummed. "i like it… but you need something for the nights too. something that says ‘i’m effortlessly attractive and totally not in a fake relationship.’"

"what outfit even screams fake relationship..?"

—

after several more outfit changes, you finally had a pile of approved clothes—flowy skirts, cute crop tops, a few dresses that definitely screamed "jeongin, you should totally fall in love with me!" and a couple of chic yet comfy beach fits.

you huffed, collapsing onto the store bench. "are we done?"

julie checked the shopping bags. "for summer? yes."

felix grinned. "but now… wedding outfits."

you pulled out your phone to check the time, when you noticed the notification of a missed call. so, you were scrolling to jeongin’s contact before pressing call.

after a few rings, he picked up.

"what do you want?"

you grinned, putting him on speaker. "is this the way to treat your pretty girlfriend, topper?"

yeji and julie burst out laughing as you heard jeongin sigh on the other end. "i’m hanging up."

"you're the one who called me twenty minutes ago."

"that, was twenty minutes ago."

"okay, and now it's twenty minutes later. why'd you call?"

"are you busy?"

blink.

"kind of..?"

"nevermind then."

"aw, is my boyfriend missing me?"

"delusional."

"truthful."

"annoying."

"happy to be of service!"

"y/n, are you coming? we're gonna leave!" julie called out from a few steps away.

"well, as much as i'd love flirting with you, i have some... business to continue with"

"and that is?"

"don't ask why, but i was miserably dragged to go shopping with the others. for our coming trip."

you could hear him frowning. "trip?"

"yeah? our trip, you know, the one where i’ll be your stunning fake girlfriend in front of your family?"

"thank god you're getting a new wardrobe."

"where in the world did that come fr-"

"y/n l/n!" a certain displeased blonde called out.

"coming, coming,"

"i gotta go," you sighed. "i got some really cute outfits, by the way. felix and julie are making sure i look extra hot. should i send you pictures?" you giggled.

"no."

felix gasped dramatically. "wow, rude."

"where the fuck did you come from?"

"you’re all insane," jeongin muttered.

"aww, does the hot nerd feel overwhelmed?" yeji teased from behind.

"i’m literally hanging up."

ryujin chuckled. "you totally should’ve expected this."

jeongin groaned. "i regret everything."

you laughed, twirling a lock of hair around your finger. "see you soon, topper."

the call ended with a very unhappy jeongin. or so you thought.

felix cackled. "oh, he’s so screwed."

julie smirked. "and you are so winning this bet."

you grinned, standing up and grabbing your bags. "now, let’s go find a dress that’ll make his entire family question how he managed to date someone so hot."

felix beamed. "now that’s the attitude we love."

. . . later.

you should’ve known felix was up to something.

the way he kept glancing at his phone, the mischievous glint in his eyes every time you held up an outfit—yeah, something was definitely going on.

but you? you were too busy suffering under the weight of yeji’s and julie’s enthusiasm to question it.

"why am i even doing this?" you groaned, throwing yourself against the dressing room door as yeji shoved yet another hanger into your hands. "it’s just a wedding. i’ll wear something decent, i promise."

felix scoffed, crossing his arms. "decent is not an option. you are the chic girlfriend of the man who literally has fashion bloggers thirsting over his outfits."

julie nodded sagely. "we cannot let you disgrace his name."

ryujin, who was sitting comfortably on one of the store’s plush chairs, simply raised an eyebrow. "why do i feel like felix is taking this more seriously than the actual wedding?"

"because i am," felix declared dramatically, hands on his hips. "this is war."

"okay, try this on!" yeji said, practically throwing a pastel blue dress at you.

"what’s wrong with the one i already picked?" you grumbled, looking down at the sleek brown dress in your hands.

felix gasped. "absolutely not." he snatched it away so fast it nearly ripped. "this? for a summer wedding? sweetheart, are you trying to look like a wannabe mafia attending a funeral?"

you rolled your eyes. "it’s not even black!"

"it's close to it! and it’s literally giving ‘revenge after being left at the altar,’" julie added, shaking her head.

you groaned. "i literally do not care."

"well," yeji smirked, "jeongin will."

you froze, eyes narrowing. "what do you mean?"

felix, suspiciously, looked at his phone again. "oh, nothing."

ryujin suddenly sat up straighter, a knowing smirk on her face. "wait a second…"

before you could react, your phone rang.

and of course, it was him.

"hold on," you furrowed your brows, feeling suspicious of him, but he just flashed you a bright, innocent smile.

sighing dramatically, you answered the call, bringing the phone to your ear. "do you miss me that bad?"

"are you seriously about to buy a black dress for a wedding?" jeongin’s voice came through, flat but incredulous.

you blinked. "how did you—? wait, in my defense, it's dark brown! it has sparkles and everyth-" you pause.

"lee felix."

you turned to glare at your traitorous friend, who was suddenly very interested in the store’s interior design.

"yang jeongin," you huffed, "i can wear whatever i want, and you can’t stop me."

"oh, i absolutely can, darling," he replied. "and i will. i’m on my way."

"what?"

"see you!"

the line went dead.

you stared at your phone in horror. "he’s coming here?"

felix beamed. "oh, he’s definitely coming here."

"i will actually commit a crime," you muttered, rubbing your temples. "felix, why did you do this?"

"because," felix said, "you dress like a hot girl, but this is a wedding. a yang family wedding. if you walk in looking like the ceo of enemies to lovers, inc., jeongin’s gonna have an aneurysm."

ryujin shrugged. "he’s not wrong."

"god save me from these people," you groaned.

yeji patted your shoulder. "no, babe, trust me, we’re the best! now, get in there and try on the dresses before jeongin shows up and lectures you in real time."

"too late for that," julie muttered, eyes widening as she glanced toward the entrance.

you followed her gaze—and there he was.

dressed in a perfectly tailored gray blazer, black slacks, and a white button-up with the top two buttons undone, he looked like he had just stepped off the cover of some high-end fashion magazine. his black hair fell slightly over his glasses, sharp jawline extra sharp as he scanned the store like he was here on a mission.

"oh, we are so screwed," ryujin whispered.

felix grinned. "speak for yourself. this is the best day of my life."

his fox eyes finally landed on you—and immediately trailed down to the brown dress you were holding.

deadpan. "no way, felix, was she actually going to buy that?"

"yes!"

you huffed, shoving it behind you. "..no."

"liar," felix muttered, earning a glare from you.

jeongin exhaled through his nose before walking over, hands tucked into his pockets. "step aside. i’m picking her outfit."*

"excuse me?" you scoffed. "who died and made you the fashionista?"

jeongin raised an unimpressed eyebrow. "literally everyone who’s ever reviewed my outfits."

felix nodded. "he’s not wrong."

yeji, julie, and ryujin just watched in fascination as jeongin scanned the store, plucked a dress off the rack, and handed it to you. "try this on."

you frowned, looking down at it.

it was a dusty rose satin dress, with delicate, leafy lace detailing on the sleeves and a soft, flowy skirt that cinched at the waist. classy, elegant, but not over-the-top.

you blinked. "oh."

"oh?" jeongin repeated, tilting his head. "what happened to all that attitude?"

you cleared your throat. "i didn’t say i liked it yet."

"you do," he said flatly. "go try it on."

you narrowed your eyes at him but sighed, snatching the dress and marching into the dressing room. "you better not laugh."

"oh, i would never, lovely," he said—then promptly smirked at felix the second you closed the door.

. . .

when you stepped out, the entire store fell silent.

well honestly, your friends did. because the boutique was already pretty empty.

back to the point.

the dress was perfect.

the satin fabric hugged your waist just right, the lace detailing adding a touch of grace, and the skirt flowed effortlessly when you moved. the dusty rose color somehow made your skin glow.

julie clasped her hands together. "oh, wow."

ryujin, for the second time, looked mildly impressed. "damn."

yeji was already taking pictures. "dang topper, you snapped."

you turned to look at him. "well?"

jeongin didn’t say anything at first.

his dark eyes just slowly scanned you from head to toe, his lips slightly parted, before he blinked and looked away. "it’s good."

"just good?" felix scoffed. "sir, you are staring."

jeongin shot him a glare, adjusting his glasses. "whatever. let's just buy it."

you grinned. "so, you like it, topper?"

"i literally picked it out. come on, let's check out," jeongin muttered, already turning toward the checkout.

felix nudged you, whispering, "oh yeah, he’s so losing the bet."

you just smirked, following after him. "three months, yang. you’re doomed."

and if jeongin’s ears were slightly red as he paid for your dress?

well.

that was just a bonus.

"what a gentleman."

shopping for a dress was already exhausting, but accessories?

oh, you were in hell.

normally, if you weren't being dragged around, sent to trial rooms, and shoved random pieces of clothing, all day long, you know you'd enjoy this.

you stood in the middle of a jewelry store, arms crossed, glaring at your so-called friends as they stared at you like you’d just confessed to a crime.

"you’re telling me," yeji said, dramatically placing a hand on her chest, "that this entire time, you’ve been a gold girlie?"

"yes," you deadpanned. "since birth."

julie’s jaw dropped. "why didn’t you say something sooner?"

you shot her a glare. "i literally said it four times since we got here, but all of you ignored me and dragged me to the silver section anyway."

ryujin gave felix a side-eye. "that’s on you, bro."

felix had the audacity to look offended. "i just thought silver would complement her skin tone!"

"i’ve been wearing gold for years—"

"and we’ve just been letting it slide?" yeji gasped. "have we ever even paid attention to your jewelry before?"

you scoffed. "clearly not, since i had to endure an entire thirty minutes of watching you people force silver necklaces around my neck like i was some kind of experiment. fake friends, really," you feigned hurt, wiping away a tear.

julie sighed, rubbing her temples. "god, we are terrible friends."

"thank you," you huffed, flipping your hair. "now, let’s go to the gold section where i belong."

felix muttered something under his breath about you being dramatic, but you ignored him.

so, once you were finally in the correct section, things went much smoother.

for about five seconds.

because then jeongin decided to start having opinions.

"not that one," he said, reaching out and plucking the dainty gold chain from your fingers.

you blinked up at him. "excuse me?"

"too thin," he said simply, placing it back and picking up a different one. "try this instead."

you narrowed your eyes. "i don’t recall you being my stylist, yang."

"i don't recall you being my girlfriend, but here we are,"

"that was literally jisung's fault."

jeongin gave you a pointed look. "anyway, i kinda am your stylist right now. if you show up to my family’s wedding looking like an embarrassment, it’ll be my embarrassment too."

felix smirked. "damn, he’s really treating this like an investment."

"oh my god that rhymed-"

you rolled your eyes. "fine, what do you suggest, fashion maven?"

"someone's been playing way too much dti.."

without missing a beat, jeongin reached for another gold chain—this one slightly thicker, but still delicate, with a small moon pendant hanging from the center.

"this one," he said, handing it to you.

you stared at it for a moment before looking back at him. "why this one?"

"because it suits you," he said, completely straight-faced.

you blinked.

okay.

well.

that was unexpected.

you cleared your throat, quickly breaking eye contact. "it’s not terrible," you mumbled, turning toward the mirror.

felix grinned behind you. "guys what if we're all wrong and it's actually her that ends up losing the bet?" he whispered.

you turned your head side to side, admiring them in the mirror. "alright, fine, yang. you have decent taste."

"decent?" he scoffed. "i’m literally saving your reputation."

"oh, you are so full of yourself," you muttered.

"and yet, you’re taking all my suggestions," he shot back, smirking.

felix cackled. "i love you them, your honor."

julie nodded. "they’re like an old married couple."

you and jeongin both turned to look at them. jeongin spoke, "we are not."

"not yet!" you only squealed.

later.

the days passed way too quickly, and now, the morning of the wedding was pure chaos.

your shared dorm room looked like a fashion battlefield. open makeup palettes were scattered across the desk, curling irons and hair straighteners cluttered the floor, and your bed was drowning under a mountain of lipsticks, highlighters, and jewelry boxes.

julie was hunched over the floor, rifling through a pile of hair accessories, while yeji stood in front of you, arms crossed, assessing your face like an artist staring at a blank canvas.

"okay, so i’m thinking… soft glam?" yeji mused, tapping her chin.

"but with a little sparkle," julie added, eyes glinting. "i mean, this is a wedding. we have to make our girl glow."

felix, leaning against the wall, smirked. "jeongin’s gonna pass out."

ryujin, perched on your desk chair, nodded. "he won’t even have the words for it. imagine, the biggest and hottest nerd in university, standing there, watching his ‘fake’ girlfriend looking like an actual goddess."

you grinned. "oh, he’s gonna be so down bad."

minho, who was there for moral support (and probably just to witness the mess), snorted. "i feel like you guys are putting way too much effort into this for something that’s supposed to be fake."

you waved him off. "it’s about principle, minho. if i’m attending this wedding, i’m doing it fashionably."

yeji clapped her hands. "alright, no more talking. let’s get started."

you sat down in front of the large mirror, already giddy with excitement. yeji pulled out a dewy foundation, squeezing some onto a brush before carefully blending it into your skin.

"ooooh, this is nice," you hummed, tilting your head. "i feel expensive."

julie giggled. "you are expensive. you’re literally wearing jeongin’s money."

"true," felix mused. "that dress is basically his investment."*

minho, scrolling through his phone, raised an eyebrow. "does he know you’re using his money for world domination?"

"he literally bought all of this for her to not embarrass herself and him at the wedding. or so he says,"

yeji shushed everyone. "focus, people. we have work to do."

she moved on to your eye makeup, dusting a soft champagne shimmer over your lids before blending in warm brown tones for a subtle angelic effect. julie leaned in, swiping a bit of highlighter onto your cheekbones.

"okay, wow," ryujin muttered, staring at you through the mirror. "you look hot."

felix whistled. "jeongin’s not surviving this wedding."

you bit back a grin. "good. he better be speechless."

once your makeup was flawless, the group moved on to hair.

"loose waves or a sleek bun?" yeji asked, holding up a curling iron in one hand and a hair tie in the other.

"waves," julie said instantly.

"bun," minho countered.

felix shook his head. "half-up, half-down. elegant, but still fun."

yeji got to work, curling your hair into soft waves before pinning back the top section with delicate golden clips. the result? ethereal.

julie squealed. "you look like a princess."

felix nodded in approval. "jeongin is so screwed."

you twirled a strand of hair between your fingers, already imagining his reaction.

oh, he’s gonna lose his mind.

just as the finishing touches were being added, your phone buzzed on the desk.

you grinned, picking up instantly. "hey, topper."

there was a pause.

"why do you sound like you’re up to something?" jeongin finally said, suspicious.

"me?" you feigned innocence. "i’m just getting ready for the wedding."

"and she's always up to something." minho innocently called out.

"he's right.. anyway, are you done? i’m supposed to pick you up soon."

felix mouthed, ‘not yet,’ so you quickly responded, "nope, still in the middle of it."

jeongin groaned. "it’s been two hours. what are you guys doing, painting a mural?"

"excuse me," you huffed, "this is an art form."

julie took the phone from you. "quit it, yang, she’s going to be breathtaking, okay? let us do our work."

felix grabbed the phone next. "you’re gonna die when you see her, dude. we’re talking jaw on the floor, malfunctioning brain, speechless for a whole minute."

jeongin scoffed. "highly doubt it."

you smirked. "oh, you will, yang. mark my words."

he sighed. "whatever. just don’t take forever."

"patience, love," you teased. "perfection takes time."

jeongin hung up.

ryujin burst out laughing. "you are so annoying."

"and yet, he still picked up the call," you sang. "he’s already whipped."

soon enough, by the time you were fully ready, you stared at yourself in the mirror, stunned.

the dress—handpicked by jeongin himself—hugged you perfectly, shimmering under the soft dorm lights. your makeup was glowy, radiant, with just the right amount of soft elegance. your hair cascaded in perfect waves, the golden clips glinting like stars.

you grinned. "holy shit. i look amazing."

felix threw his hands up. "finally, some self-awareness."

julie wiped a fake tear. "our girl is glowing."

yeji beamed. "he is going to choke on his own spit."

ryujin smirked. "and we will be there to witness it."

minho sighed, shaking his head. "i’m leaving before i die from secondhand embarrassment."

the sound of a car horn echoed from outside the dorm building, cutting through the last-minute chaos still unfolding in your room. yeji, who had been making final, unnecessary adjustments to your hair, peeked out through the window, before gasping dramatically.

“he’s here.”

felix, standing beside you, whispered, “showtime.”

julie grabbed your shoulders. “you ready?”

you grinned, adjusting one of your golden earrings. “i was born ready.”

with that, you turned on your heel, smoothing down the fabric of your dress one last time before heading out the door, your friend group cheering you on like you were about to walk into a battle.

"oh, they grow up so quick." said a blonde.

as you stepped outside, the cool evening air met your skin, contrasting with the warmth radiating from your excitement. the moment you laid eyes on jeongin’s car parked by the curb, you smirked.

time to ruin a nerd’s life.

jeongin was leaning casually against the hood of his sleek, jet-black sedan, one hand resting in his pocket while the other held his phone. his black suit jacket was unbuttoned, the white dress shirt underneath crisp, a silver watch peeking out from his sleeve. his black hair, styled perfectly as always, slightly tousled in the wind. if you didn’t know better, you’d think he was posing for a magazine cover rather than waiting for you.

but the moment his gaze lifted and landed on you, you caught it.

a split second. a flicker.

his jaw almost dropped.

his eyes widened just a fraction, lips parting, breath stalling.

it lasted less than a heartbeat before he recovered, straightening his posture, face smoothing back into nonchalance like he hadn’t just malfunctioned at the sight of you.

damn, he was good.

you grinned, stopping in front of him. “see something you like, yang?”

jeongin huffed, eyes raking over you once more before tilting his head slightly. “i’ve seen better.”

you gasped, placing a hand over your heart. “you liar.”

his lips twitched, barely hiding a smirk as he opened the passenger door for you. “get in before you make us late.”

you made sure to take your time as you gracefully stepped into the car, your dress pooling around you as you sat. jeongin shut the door behind you before walking around to the driver’s side. as he slid in, you shot him a playful look.

“i know you almost fainted back there.”

jeongin scoffed, starting the engine. “please. i have an immune system strong enough to handle some glitter.”

you gasped again, dramatic. “this is gold, jeongin. not glitter. gold.”

he smirked, finally glancing at you as he pulled onto the main road. “and what’s the difference?”

you pointed at him. “that? that right there? that’s why you’re single. being a fashionista.”

jeongin let out a laugh, the rich sound filling the car. “i’m literally dating someone right now.”

you shrugged, adjusting your earring again. “right. fake. that means you’re still single, technically. which, i repeat, is because you don’t know the difference between glitter and gold.”

jeongin shook his head, exhaling through a smile. “you’re exhausting.”

“and yet, here you are, willingly spending time with me. interesting.”

he glanced at you from the corner of his eye, a small smirk still lingering. “not willingly. you just happen to be my only option for tonight.”

you scoffed. “please, your entire family is about to think we’re soulmates. try to act a little more obsessed.”

he groaned. “god, don’t remind me.”

the car settled into a smooth rhythm on the highway, the soft hum of the engine filling the space between conversations. the city lights stretched out beyond the windshield, a blur of gold and blue against the darkening sky. you rested your elbow on the door, cheek against your knuckles as you stared out at the view.

“so,” you said after a beat, “nervous?”

jeongin raised an eyebrow, hands firm on the wheel. “about what?”

“about bringing your totally real girlfriend to a family wedding?”

he exhaled a laugh. “not at all. i know how to handle them.”

you hummed. “and by handle, you mean avoid?”

“exactly.”

you grinned. “well, i’m excited.”

jeongin turned his head slightly. “you are?”

“yeah,” you mused. “i mean, i get to see you panic in real-time when your aunts start asking when the wedding is.”

jeongin groaned again, this time leaning back against his seat like he was already exhausted. “i swear, they’ll probably have a guest list prepared.”

you patted his shoulder reassuringly. “don’t worry. i’ll just tell them we’re taking it slow. maybe a destination wedding next year.”

jeongin shot you a glare, but there was amusement flickering beneath it. “if you say that, i’m leaving you in the parking lot.”

you gasped. “heartless.”

he only smirked, tapping his fingers against the wheel. “you knew that before agreeing to this.”

“agreeing?” you scoffed. “more like getting trapped. let’s not forget who set us up.”

jeongin exhaled sharply, shaking his head. “han jisung.”

you both sat in silence for a moment, before saying in unison—

“i hate him.”

laughter erupted between you two, the sound blending seamlessly with the steady hum of the car.

after the laughter faded, jeongin stole another glance at you. his gaze lingered a little longer this time, tracing the glow of the streetlights reflecting off your skin, the way your eyes seemed even warmer under the city’s golden hue.

“how do you do that?” he murmured.

you turned to him, raising an eyebrow. “do what?”

he hesitated for a split second before looking back at the road. “turn everything into a game. like you’re always winning something.”

you smirked. “because i am. i win at life.”

jeongin rolled his eyes. “that’s not what i meant.”

you watched him for a moment, your smirk softening just slightly. “i don’t know,” you admitted. “i guess… it’s more fun this way.”

he hummed, fingers tapping against the wheel again. “you don’t take things too seriously.”

“not true,” you corrected. “i just choose what to take seriously.”

he glanced at you again, this time studying you. “like what?”

you shrugged. “people, mostly. the ones i care about. the things that make them happy, the things that make them sad. everything else?” you smiled. “i don’t see the point in wasting energy.”

jeongin was silent for a moment. then—

“you’re kind of weird.”

you burst out laughing. “took you long enough to figure that out.”

his lips twitched, eyes flickering between the road and you. “still… i think it’s a weirdly nice way to live.”

you leaned back into your seat, looking out at the twinkling city lights. “well, duh. i’m awesomesauce.”

"i take everything back." jeongin muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he turned onto the exit leading toward the grand venue. the anticipation of the night ahead settled between you both, electric, humming beneath the surface.

and though he wouldn’t say it out loud, jeongin was beginning to think that maybe, he was going to lose this bet.

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zyafics · 1 day ago

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hihihi i love ur fic ‘wildflower by five seconds of summer’ which was a best friends to lovers, I was wondering if you could do a fox where he’s reassuring her that he’s attracted to her and idk. But she basically feels that they were best friends for so long that maybe he’s just dating her for her personality and doesn’t actually want to see her idkkkk but I think you’d be super good at writing this one

omg thank you!! something about bsf!reader gives me so much energy to come up with them so let’s get to it 🤞🏼

REAL OR NOT REAL | Rafe Cameron

MASTERLIST (Blurb)

Pairing — BSF!Rafe x Wildflower!Female Reader

Word Count — 1.7K.

Content — fluff, Rafe comforting Reader about her insecurities, happy endings.

You always been aware of Rafe’s type.

There’s a certain degree that sparks Rafe’s interest, and how you slot into his future, but it hadn’t matter to you. Especially since you’re together now, it’s a constant reinforcement that he chose you out of all the girls on his roster. And he’ll keep choosing you because you’re his best friend.

At least, that’s what you like to think.

Your first cloud of doubt came in the form of an engagement.

When Kelce sank to the floor on one knee, holding up a sparkling diamond ring, he didn’t have the chance to finish his sentence before his girlfriend, Aria, leaped into his arms, squealing out a yes!

From there on, the entire restaurant cheers at the vow, and you alongside it, clapping your hands together with the utmost glee. You’re happy for your friend, and his embarkment on this new stage in his relationship. And you rejoiced in that feeling, floating in its bubble, until Topper came over to clap a hand on Rafe’s shoulder.

“How do you feel, man?” Topper asks, looking directly at your boyfriend.

“What do you mean? I didn’t get engaged,” Rafe huffs with a roll of his eyes, and you laugh, wrapping your arms around his bicep. He glances down at you with a soft smile.

“Not that,” Topper scolds, “In general. We always thought it would be you first.”

Your shoulders slouch. “What?” You question, but your voice is soft in the loud atmosphere. They didn’t hear you. Somehow, Kelce manages to enter at the tail-end of the conversation.

“Yeah, Rafe, never thought I’d beat you out,” Kelce laughs.

“You didn’t beat me,” Rafe declares calmly, holding up a glass of whiskey.

“I’m one step ahead of you,” Kelce refutes. “Didn’t you have a whole future planned? The house, the wife, the kids? The whole nine?”

“He’s been saying it since we were teens,” Topper adds. “Changed your mind?”

Rafe shrugs, appearing indifferent, but something cold runs through your veins. He lifts the glass to his lips. “When it happens, it happens.”

“Make it happen soon, alright?” Kelce adds with a grin, just as Aria slides beside him and he wraps a protective arm around her waist. “Because we’re planning a family, and my kids are gonna need your kids to keep them in check.”

“Or the other way around,” Aria comments with a chuckle, and the entire night went on as such. You celebrate among your friends at the restaurant of their engagement, the waitstaff brings out a glorious dessert for the couple, and everyone is in high spirits.

By the time you come home, all that energy disperses, and everything comes flooding back.

You almost forgot. Before Rafe and you got together, he had envisioned a future that didn’t match yours. He wanted a wife and kids, all before the age of thirty. He didn’t want to wait, as he always said before, he wanted it to be young, to start early, just as his father did.

You don’t feel the same. You grew up in a household that abandoned you to your own devices, hollowed out in creaky hallways and subdued by a rotation of maids and servants in and out of your estate. You always knew you wanted kids later, or not at all because you wanted to take time and travel the world.

This doesn’t match Rafe’s.

Yet, it was never brought up. You were so consumed by the bliss of finally having each other, that you neglected the very foundation of what it means to be in a relationship in the first place—to address the conversation of a different yet nearing future you each carved out for yourself.

Doubt begins to lament every inch of your skin as to why Rafe is with you in the first place. He had known this–he’s your best friend—he knows you’re different from what he wants and he still pursues it? Was it for fun? Was it to pass the time until he found someone more compatible to match his needs? Perhaps, even a chance, Rafe was so used to having you at his side that it was easier to seduce you into the most natural next-step role. He didn’t actually like you, your brain argued, he got with you out of pure convenience.

So, you start distancing yourself. Every invitation to spend with the newlyweds was declined, and every inquiry to come over to your house was subsequently ignored. It got to the point where, a week in, Rafe finally had enough and came into your house unannounced.

“What the hell is going on with you?” Rafe demands upon entering your room, his eyes sliding across the place to find the messiness of your sanction, pillows, and blankets thrown to different corners. Almost ditch-like, as if you hadn’t had the chance to leave—in fear of encountering him.

“What?” You ask meekly, shoulders slouching inwards, making yourself small.

“You’ve been ignoring me,” he declares accusingly.

“Not true,” you argue.

He glares. “Don’t lie to me.”

You hesitate, digging your nails into the sheets and playing with the covers of your bed. “I just need some time for myself; to think,” “About what?”

You inhale sharply, trying to fizzle out your nerves. All your thoughts and rumbustious questions lead to this final end. This is it.

“I think we could break up.”

For the first time since Rafe’s entry, he’s taken aback by your statement. He unconsciously takes a step backward, brows drawn together, throat tightening. “What?” He replies, his voice low.

Now or never.

“I’ve been thinking about it for the past few days, and I think it’s the best option,” you reason, trying to appear as if this comes from a place of logic rather than insecurities. “For our future.”

“Our future?” He repeats, testing the words on his tongue.

“We’re not compatible,” you continue, the confession slicing at your chest. Tightening your skin. “I want certain things, and you want different things. Honestly, I don’t even know why you liked me in the first place. We were better off as—”

“Slow down,” Rafe cuts you off. You’re going so frantic, trying to streamline a sense of continual thought, that he thought you were going into a panic attack. Rafe lowers himself to your level, taking a precarious step forward and encroaching on your bed. “What do you mean?”

“We should break up.”

“No,”

“Rafe,” you pout, eyes softening, trying to let him go the gentlest way possible. “Don’t make this harder than it has to be.”

“You’re being unreasonable,”

“I’m being logical,” you argue.

He scoffs. “Logical? You’re breaking up over a problem that doesn’t exist. Incompatible? Really? You had a whole week to come up with an excuse and that’s what you settle on?”

Your shoulders sink. You play with the frayed threads of your comforter, and the mattress dips to accommodate his weight. His hand hovers over yours, halting your nervous antics and forcing your gaze back onto his.

“What happened?” Rafe asks gently.

“I can’t give you what you want,” you murmur with a cry, pathetically feeling like you’re close to tears.

“Okay,” he cautions slowly. “What do I want?”

“Not me,” you insist weepingly, “I don’t want kids, or to be a housewife. Being in your life, I ruin your plans.”

“Baby,” he murmurs, cradling your face. “I don’t care about that.”

Your heart beams with hope, before being smothered by the reminder that this is a trick to ease your thoughts. “You don’t want kids?”

“Of course, I want them,” your chest tightens. “But I want them with you when you’re ready.”

He adds. “I was serious that night,” he reminds you of that first night when you two became an item. “It’s you or nothing.”

You remain quiet.

“What else? Hit me.”

“I’m afraid,” you confess quietly.

“Of what?”

“That you don’t really like me. I think you’re with me because it’s the easiest thing, or perhaps you don’t want to let me down or—”

“Calm down, wildflower,” he breaths out, dropping his hand to your chest, forcing your intake to steady. They do, calming under his palm. “How about I tell you what I feel instead of you making assumptions?”

He’s right. That’s logical. As you nod, composing your words, you slowly draw a steady breath. “Do you want a housewife?”

“I do,” he answers honestly. “But I only want you.”

“And if I don’t?” You ask. “I don’t want to be one?”

“Then you won’t, simple as that.”

Your eyes pan across his handsome face, trying to uncover any mistruths, but you find none. It settles something in you, and you reveal your next step of doubts.

“You said you wanted to settle down before your 30s,” you remind him.

“That was before I knew this,” he gestures between you, “had a chance.”

“So you change your plans for me?”

“You’re my future,”

You swallow hard. “And if I don’t want to? Not just settling down—but I want to travel the world, and experience adventure, what do you say?”

He comes forward, cupping your chin and forcing your gaze on his. “I say do whatever the hell you want, as long as it’s with me.”

You brush your hands against his jaw, stopping your questions, before having one more on the tip of your tongue. Rafe nods encouragingly, “Anything else?”

You hesitate, and Rafe’s hand slides up your neck, finding that sensitive spot, and cradles it under his palm. “Ask the last one.”

Exhaling, you ask, “Do you like me?”

“Baby, you’re the love of my fucking life. I don’t think there’s anyone I like more than you.”

A blanket of comfort wraps around you, your heart softens, expression relaxes. Your brows pinch together, and they look up at him with utmost guilt. “I’m sorry,” you murmur.

“Don’t be,” he leans forward to press a kiss against your forehead. “You needed that. But I’m here to remind you—I want you. I chose you. The only way someone’s leaving this relationship is through death.”

You laugh softly, tears crowding your vision. “Is that a threat?”

“I think it’s a vow,” he murmurs, closer between you and pressing a soft kiss on your lips. “In sickness and in health, or whatever.”

Your hands run through his hair, pulling him closer, “How about let’s stay in bed and figure out the rest later?”

His hand catches the mattress, and his body presses against yours, forcing you onto your back as he covers you. And he kisses you again. And again. Until you’re out of breath. “I like the sound of that.”

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witchywithwhiskey · 2 days ago

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Ok for the Sweethearts Game I'm going with Ransom and true love! 💕💕

Happy Valentine's babe! 😊

skincare routine

pairing: boyfriend!ransom drysdale x female reader

summary: your boyfriend is in a dark mood when he gets home from work on valentine's day, but you're prepared to spend the night pampering him and showing him how much you love him.

warnings: 18+ content (minors dni!!!), emotional hurt/comfort, smut, piv sex, unprotected sex, cockwarming, bathing together, ransom is emotional and vulnerable, ransom's family has issues, non-sexual and sexual intimacy, fluff, emotions, pet names (beautiful), kissing, established relationship

word count: 2.7k

a/n: ahh thank you for sending in this request/prompt Kes!! i wasn't sure at first how to tackle "true love" with Ransom, but then i had this idea and i'm so so so happy with how it turned out!! i love taking a big mean man and making him soft—and who needs some pampering and emotional support more than Ransom?? 🤭 thank you for playing my sweethearts game, i hope you enjoy ♡♡

sweethearts game masterlist

You could tell from the way the front door of the Boston townhouse you shared with your boyfriend opened and shut just a little bit shaper than normal that Ransom Drysdale was in a mood. Truthfully, you’d known it since he texted you that he’d be late coming home, his frustration clear in the tone of his message.

So, when he trudged into the living room, kicking off his expensive leather loafers in the doorway and tossing his wool coat haphazardly on a chair, you were well and truly prepared for the scowl on his handsome face. It made your heart lurch, wanting to take all his pain and anger away, and you were more than certain you’d made the right call about your Valentine’s Day plans that evening.

Your boyfriend didn’t even greet you before he collapsed on top of you on the couch, burying his face in your chest and curling his larger body around yours. His strong arms banded around your waist and dragged you so close, there wasn’t an inch of space between your bodies. Only then did a modicum of tension ease from his shoulders.

A soft laugh slipped from your lips at his grumpy demeanor and you carded your fingers through Ransom’s soft, brown hair, pushing it back from his face and raking your nails over his scalp until he let out a groan of pleasure. The tense bunching of his shoulders began to soften and you smiled down at the top of his head.

You kept up the soothing motion of your fingers, making soft cooing sounds to your boyfriend while, slowly but surely, he finally relaxed. After a while, he turned his face to the side, his cheek pressed to your sternum so he could mumble out the first words he’d spoken since he got home.

“Just gimme a few minutes, then I’ll get ready for our date,” he said. His voice was so heavy with exhaustion that you couldn’t help but hug him a little bit tighter.

He hadn’t even opened his eyes, but you knew his normally sharp, intelligent blue irises would be dull with fatigue and frustration. You could see the evidence of his annoyance in the two little furrows between his brows, and you smoothed them away with your thumb.

Ducking your head, you pressed a featherlight kiss to his hairline at the top of his forehead, watching with no small degree of satisfaction as even more tension drained from his exquisitely handsome face. It was a reminder that you were Ransom’s safe space, and you felt honored to be that for him—just as he was your safe place.

“I cancelled our reservation at Ostra,” you began to say, but your words were cut off on a startled sound when Ransom suddenly pushed himself up, his face twisted into a glare.

There was very little heat to the expression, though, and you noted that his eyes did look as dull and exhausted as you’d suspected they might. It was hard to take the glaring man seriously when he looked so tired and had been cuddling you so sweetly just a moment before, so you gave him a challenging look in return.

“I made that reservation six months ago,” Ransom bit out harshly, even as he was making obvious pains to soften his tone because he knew you didn’t deserve his ire. It was an admirable effort, but it didn’t matter, Ransom couldn’t ruffle your feathers that easily. “I wanted our first Valentine’s Day to be special,” he said sullenly, dropping his head onto your chest again.

You gave him a moment to take a deep breath and calm down, and then you pulled him up for a kiss. It was just a soft brush of your lips against his, but the rest of the anger drained out of him just as quickly as it had come and he sank into the kiss. His mouth pressed more firmly to yours as your lips slanted together. You could taste the apology on his tongue.

With a sigh, Ransom pulled away and lay back down on your chest, squeezing you tightly as he relaxed back into your body. Your fingers kneaded his shoulders lightly before returning to his hair, smoothing through the strands and pulling another, more contented exhale from your boyfriend.

“As I was saying, I cancelled our reservation, but Ostra agreed to deliver some food to us,” you said, biting back a laugh when Ransom made a grudging sound of encouragement. It was little more than a grunt, but you’d long since learned how to interpret his wordless sounds. “It’ll be here a little later. I thought we could take a bath together while we wait.”

There was some grumbling reluctance from Ransom, who didn’t seem to want to leave the couch, but you finally managed to coax him up and dragged him upstairs to the master bathroom. Once inside, he stared dumbfounded as you flitted about, lighting candles and drawing a bath, adding rose petals and a luxurious bath bomb to the hot water.

A little while later, the two of you were submerged in the blisteringly hot water filling the extra large clawfoot tub Ransom had put into the bathroom for the exact reason of comfortably fitting two people. The tiled room was quiet and dim, with only the softly flickering flames of the candles lighting the space.

“Do you want to talk about today?” you asked gently, your lips brushing against the shell of Ransom’s ear, smelling his freshly washed hair and letting the comfort of the familiar scent soothe your own aches and pains.

The two of you were laying entangled in the tub, your back against the cool porcelain while Ransom’s larger body was sprawled between your thighs with his back to your chest. You’d washed his hair and taken a loofah to every inch of his skin, scrubbing him clean while he’d relaxed.

You’d already refilled the tub once, and neither of you seemed in a rush to leave the bath, so your fingers were tracing idly up and down Ransom’s smooth chest while his big hands stroked your thighs beneath the warm water.

It was so pleasant, you almost never wanted to leave—or talk about what had bothered him that day. But you’d needed to ask, in case he did want to talk about it.

Ransom was quiet for a long moment before he heaved a heavy sigh, sounding like he carried the weight of the world on his shoulders. You ducked down and pressed a kiss to the base of his neck, feeling his muscles loosen beneath your lips.

“It’s the same old bullshit,” he said heavily, his eyes closing as he sank deeper into the water. “I’ll never live up to my family’s expectations, I’ll never be… good enough for them.”

His voice cracked a little on his last words and you wrapped your arms around his big body, squeezing him tightly and giving him the comfort you knew he needed. It broke your heart to see the way Ransom’s family treated him, especially since all you could do was support him and remind him that you cared about him.

“I love you, Ran,” you whispered in his ear before pressing a kiss to his temple. “I love you exactly as you are—you’ll always be enough for me.”

A rough sound came from deep in Ransom’s throat and he turned his face, pressing it into your arm. You knew from the gentle shaking of his chest and shoulders that he was crying and you buried your face in his neck, holding him tight while he let it out.

All the while, you murmured your love into his skin, feeling his pulse beneath your lips and wishing you could pour your love straight into him. You wanted him to know your love wasn’t conditional like his family’s; you wanted him to feel your love with every beat of his heart.

When Ransom quieted, you sat up and rearranged the two of you in the tub. Some water sloshed over the edges as you moved to sit in his lap, your legs circling loosely around his waist.

Your handsome boyfriend’s cheeks were pink and his eyes were dull and watery, and you couldn’t help but love him all the more. He was having trouble meeting your eye, but that was fine. It had taken a long time for him to feel comfortable crying in front of you and he still struggled with it, so you appreciated every bit of vulnerability he allowed you to see.

You held Ransom’s face in your hands and kissed the remaining tears from his skin with featherlight presses of your lips. Even once you’d gotten them all, you kept brushing kisses all over his face, until he was laughing, the sound rich and deep and pleased, sending shivers of delight racing down to your toes.

“What’re you doing, beautiful?” he asked in a rough, rumbly voice that had sparks zinging beneath your skin. You made a mental note to make Ransom some tea to soothe his throat after you got out of the bath, even as you kept kissing his face.

“Skincare,” you answered sweetly. Your lips caressed his forehead, cheeks and chin with even more kisses, making him chuckle deep in his chest. “Kisses from your true love are the best skincare routine, didn’t you know?” you asked matter-of-factly, unable to keep the silly smile off your face.

Another laugh rumbled out of Ransom and his arms wound around your waist, pulling you closer until his half-hard length was trapped against your soft belly. For the moment, though, the two of you ignored it, content to bask in the intimacy of your bodies pressed together, skin to skin while you held each other.

Ransom’s mouth found yours, stopping you from continuing with his skincare routine, and he kissed you slowly, tenderly. Heat bloomed and unfurled from the depth of your core as your lips parted for your boyfriend, allowing him to slip inside and deepen the kiss.

In every sweep of his tongue and soft groan, you felt his love, and you returned it in kind, showing him how much you cherished and adored him. You loved Ransom Drysdale and you wanted him to know it, to be certain of it on his darkest of days.

“I love you, too,” Ransom murmured after pulling away and pressing his forehead to yours. His mouth ducked down and captured your lower lip, nibbling on its plump plushness in such a way that your body grew warmer than the bath water, desire for him rising within you. “I couldn’t imagine my life without you.”

“Oh, you’d definitely be way more miserable without me,” you quipped, your voice a little breathless from his kisses as you tried to lighten the mood.

But Ransom was somber as he brushed a kiss to your cheek and agreed, “I would.”

The seriousness of his tone had you squeezing your arms tighter around his shoulder, your mouth seeking his for a deeper kiss. With so much of your bare skin pressed against Ransom’s, it wasn’t long before the mood in the bath shifted, and turned into something desperate and craving.

“Ran,” you whined softly when he pulled away to press hot, suckling kisses to your neck. Your hips shifted restlessly beneath the water, rubbing against the stiff length trapped between your bodies. It was so close to where you needed him, but so far away, too. “Ran.”

“D’you need something, beautiful?” Ransom teased in his deep, rich voice, nipping at the skin over your fluttering pulse point. A moan tumbled from your lips as your head fell back, lolling to the side to give him more room to kiss and suck on your neck.

“You,” you moaned, when you managed to formulate a thought and answer your boyfriend’s question. “I need you.”

Ransom’s big hands slid down your back, palming your ass and lifting you up with the help of the water. Eagerly, you reached between your thighs and lined up the tip of his cock with your entrance. He lowered you back down slowly, giving you time to adjust to his thick length impaling your body.

When you finally settled back on his lap, you felt perfectly full, a blissful smile curling the corners of your lips as you let out a sigh and let your head fall against his shoulder. Ransom settled back against the side of the porcelain tub, the two of you getting comfortable in the bath so you could stay connected in the most intimate way possible until the water cooled.

For a long, long while, the two of you held each other, fingers dancing idly over warm, slick skin while you enjoyed being together. You told Ransom about the book you were reading and he chuckled at the mob boss romance, scoffing at the male main character’s antics. But he also shared stories from his day, updates on the manuscripts he was excited about at Blood Like Wine Publishing.

Eventually, the bath grew cold and the heat that had been building in your body from keeping Ransom’s cock warm in your pussy for so long grew impossible to ignore. Gradually, your bodies began to rock together, first slowly and then picking up speed as your mouth found Ransom’s for a blisteringly searing kiss.

Ransom fucked you hard and fast in the tub, the two of you having used up all your patience and needing to find completion together. With his big hands kneading your ass greedily, Ransom bounced you up and down on his cock, uncaring of the water spilling from the tub while his face was buried in your tits, licking and sucking and marking your body as his own.

As for you, all you could do was tangle your fingers in his still damp hair and hold on while he pounded into you from below, filling your cunt perfectly, stretching you exquisitely, and hitting a spot deep inside you so deliciously, you were rocketing toward your release. Your boyfriend knew just the angle to make sure your clit ground against the base of his cock with every thrust, and he used his hold on your ass to hit it perfectly.

Ransom worked your pleasure higher and higher until it finally snapped and you came with a shrill cry that bounced off the tiles of the bathroom. He held you tight while your body trembled and clamped down around his cock, groaning his own release into your skin as he pumped you full of his cum.

Your boyfriend held you close as you came down from your highs, his hands skimming up and down your spine soothingly. But when you shivered at the cooled temperature of the bath, he was quick to help you out of the tub and bundle you up in a fluffy towel.

Together, you cleaned up the bathroom, drained the tub and blew out all the candles, moving into the bedroom and stealing kisses from each other as you dressed. Ransom insisted that you wear one of his sweaters, because he loved seeing you in his clothes, so you happily pulled one on, along with some comfortable shorts while he dressed in a tee and joggers.

By the time you made it back downstairs, your dinner had been delivered from Ostra and the two of you ate the expensive meal on the couch, watching some mindless TV and cuddling in the Boston townhouse you called home.

It may not have been the Valentine’s Day your boyfriend had planned, but you couldn’t help but notice how happy he looked, his face relaxed and an ever-present smile curling the edges of his mouth while he buried his head in your chest and snuggled into you. It turned out to be the perfect night.

All you’d wanted was to spend the evening with your favorite person in the world, to make him feel better and bring him the comfort he’d sorely needed. And the fact that, as he was falling asleep in your arms on the couch, you got Ransom Drysdale to admit that your true love kisses were, in fact, the best skincare routine was just an added bonus.

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https-lovvers · 1 day ago

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hamzah visiting thoughtful sweetheart readers hometown

the summer came around, and as martin and mandy head off to europe, you and your family often went back down to puerto rico, where you had lived for some of your life.

your extended-family still live on a farm that you pretty much grew up on, and you were super excited!

you were excited to ask hamzah if he wanted to come with your family and go meet your grandparents

"hamzah, mama said that you can come down to boricua, did you wanna come and we can pick you up from the airport?" you asked slightly nervously

hamzah was overjoyed and immediately tackled you into a hug, "boi are you kidding, i'd love to come baby oh my god" you giggled slightly.

"i can't wait to meet the rest of your family and all the animals you keep talking about"

you smiled and gave him a kiss. "i'm excited too"

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you had spent the last few days with your brothers in puerto rico and you were sick of them. you hadn't lived with them all in so long and it was driving you insane. but you looked on the brightside.

hamzah was arriving today!

he had a big flight from turkey and he face-timed you beforehand to let you know he was on his way.

as much as you were excited, nobody was more excited than your grandmother. she had been fussing all day, preparing a big meal, excessively cleaning and nagging you about whether you wanted kids yet or not.

you just giggled at her with your mama as you sat on the couch, keeping your eye on the time.

"are you nervous?" your mama asked.

you smiled, "poor hamzah is probably shaken out of his bones, i'm not nervous mama"

she played with a strand of your hair, "i know he's worried, but i can tell you're nervous too. you have nothing to worry about mi vida. your grandparents will see how much he means to you, and they will like him no matter what."

you smile softly, "thanks mama"

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"hamzah is landing in an hour, can you drive me lo?" you ask your brother lorenzo.

"mmf lets go"

you skip into the car, excited to see your boyfriend again.

your heart drops when you see him. you've been dating him for ages, but no matter how long you'll ever be with him, the swelling of your heart when you see him never stops.

you don't care how cringe it is, you sprint towards him and jump into his arms, and he lets out a little laugh, but you feel him melt into it.

he sets you down, and smiles down at you. "missed you"

you give him a peck and interlock hands, leading him towards your brother's car. "missed you too"

"that was so cringe" your brother says when you get it the car

"you just mad your girlfriend aint here bro" hamzah jokes back

you were happy that your brothers and hamzah got along well, and your brothers sort of adopted him as one of them, making fun of him and joking with him.

when you pull into the driveway of the farm you squeeze hamzah's hand. "you ready?"

he gives you a short nod, and as soon as he steps out of the car he is rushed by your grandmother. she takes one look and says, "oo you've got yourself a looker" and she wraps her hand around his arm, "and he's a strong boy too"

you and hamzah both smile shyly.

"abuela leave him alone."

"nono my dear, come inside i have prepared him some dinner" and she turns to your mama, whispering loud enough for hamzah to hear, "i like him already"

your mama shakes her head with a smile and gives hamzah a hug, "good to see you again hamzah, did you have a good flight?"

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hamzah takes a seat at the table and he admires all the photos of all family members. he spots a photo of toddler-you sleeping in the barn with the goats and he laughs. "so you grew up sleepy"

"she fell alseep at dinner once, and her face fell into her food" your grandfather says laughing, and the entire household is shaking with, "oh my god i remember that!" and laughter.

you bury your head into hamzahs chest out of mock embarrassment and he giggles.

the rest of the night is filled with embarrassing stories and board games and good food.

"hamzah and are gonna go to bed now" you could tell hamzah was getting tired, and it was no wonder why, jetlag + a long flight.

a chorus of good nights were chanted back as hamzah intertwined his hand with yours.

"thank you for the wonderful meal, and thank you for having me."

"our pleasure"

you guide hamzah up to your bedroom, where the walls were painted pink and your bedsheets were still rainbow. hamzah flops down on your bed and smiles.

"i think they like you" you say as you sit next to him.

"of course they like me" he jokes. you let out a giggle.

after your nightly routine, you and hamzah get under the covers, and face each other. intimately staring at each other, awfully close. "i really love you"

"yeah i love you too or whatever" he jokes "i'm just here for the animals"

"ok goodnight hamzah"

"ok but seriously when can i see all the animals"

you turn away from him, but feel an arm slide around your waist and tickle your sides. you squeal with laughter and try to fight him off. he finally stops after you had nearly knocked the lamp off the nightstand.

you're both out of breath as you close your eyes, curling up to his side. and he whispers, "i really love you too"

ok guys this is really self indulgent and kinda bad but lmk if you want a pt2 (like hamzah visiting the animals and trying to ride a horse or other such things)

ok love you guys!!!

#hamzah x reader #hamzah fic #hamzahthefantastic #hamzah imagines #slushy virus #slushy noobz #martin and hamzah

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marvelwitchergilmore · 2 days ago

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Courthouse Whirlwind

Summary: Tyler Owens x fe!Reader -> You and Tyler have tried three times to get married. Is it fourth time's a charm?

Disclaimer: absolute fluff, established relationship, kissing, mentions of tornado/whirlwind damage, found family, happy ending. Not Proof Read.

Three times. Three wedding dates, three wedding mornings, three times putting on your dress in order to walk down the church aisle. After the second time your wedding got cancelled, you and Tyler just agreed to do it at the Courthouse. After all, it didn’t matter where you got married. Just that you did. Preferably without it being cancelled due to a tornado or hurricane ripping through the town.

However, the night before your fourth wedding date, you got a knock on your door.

“Kate! I’m in bed! I told you, I’m not going anywhere!”

The voice that replied was far from being Kate’s, let alone belonging to a woman.

“It’s not Kate,” he whispered.

“Tyler?”

Pulling the covers from your legs, you were careful to avoid the creaks in the floor as you rushed towards the door. Looking at him before taking a view of the corridor, you pulled him inside. “Shush. If Kate finds out you’re here, she’ll kill both of us. It’s bad luck to see the bride the night before the wedding.”

“I think we’ve had our share of bad luck when it comes to us finally makin’ it down the aisle, don’t you think?”

You sighed, agreeing with him. He wasn’t wrong. First the tornado, then the hurricane, and then the storm warning that sent the minister running home in order to save his dogs before the storm gave them a panic-induced heart attack.

“Why are you here?”

“I want you to come with me.”

“Where?”

Tyler just stood back and smiled. “You’ll see.”

“Tyler-”

“Hey, it’s okay. Kate won’t know. I’m having Cathy cover for us. Come on. Please?”

It didn’t take very long for you to fold. “Let me just grab my jacket.”

You both avoided the fact that the jacket, in fact, belonged to Tyler. However, as you got to the door, you turned back and faced him. Even encased in the darkness, he was still as handsome as ever.

“Kate.”

“I told you. Cathay’s covering-”

“No, no. It’s not that. She knows my footsteps. No matter who covers for us, we’ll get caught.”

Tyler nodded. You had a point. Kate had some kind of superpower about knowing who was walking past her room. She knew the movement of everyone’s steps.

Looking around, his hand resting on your hip as he did so, an idea came to him. “Follow me.”

You watched as he pulled the sash window open and stepped outside. Taking a moment to survey the porch roof he was on, as well as the potential ability to get down, he turned back to you and held out his hand.

“You’ve gotta be kidding.”

But he just smiled at you. “Unless you’ve got a better idea, Sweetheart. This is our only option.”

You looked back to the door for a moment. Once again, he had a point. So with a slightly defeated sigh, you looked back at him and took his hand.

“Watch your head.”

Tyler helped you out before he lowered the window a little. Then, holding onto you, he helped you gain your balance before he gave you quiet instructions on where to step in order to get down. Finally, he lowered himself onto the porch rail before landing softly on the wooden floor of it.

“Okay, just lower yourself down.”

“Tyler, I’m gonna fall.”

“No, you’re not.” Tyler assured you. “I won’t let you.”

“Promise?”

“Will all my heart, Sweetheart.”

That made you a little more comfortable. So, first dangling your legs over the edge, you felt Tyler’s hand gently grip your ankle.

“I’m right here, honey.”

“Okay.”

It took a minute or two but finally, you swung yourself down. Your legs were already caught in his arms so it wasn’t too difficult for your arms to finally reach his shoulders. You were finally being held bridal style in his arms.

“Okay, you can put me down now.”

“Wait.”

You looked back at him. “What?”

It was in that small moment, shared smile and a knowing look in your eyes, Tyler leaned forward and kissed you, feeling your hand come to his cheek. Eventually, he set you down on your feet.

“I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

“Want to tell me where we’re going?”

Tyler’s smile became brighter as he took your hand in his. “You’ll see. Come on.”

Walking quietly across the gravel, Tyler opened up the passenger seat door and helped you inside before he shut it and rounded the truck to the driver’s side. Tyler had never driven so slowly in his truck, with the headlamps off, in his life. But he couldn’t risk Kate waking up and hearing the both of you escaping the farm together when you should have been asleep, in bed, getting rested for the day ahead.

As he finally reached the gates, he flipped his lights on and started heading towards town. It was only a fifteen minute drive, but eventually you and Tyler came to a field.

From the first time you’d both been on the field, the grass had grown back, as well as some wildflowers. It was also the first place you’d kissed him. With an EF-3 that decided it didn’t want to play around, Tyler forced himself back into his truck, but not before he got clipped with one of the metal bars that had come loose from the back.

You’d been in the van with Javi at the time, watching it happen from far away. It was only after everything had died out completely that you took off running from where Javi had parked the van for the second time. You’d gotten to him just as he stepped out of his truck. You’d run into him almost like a sack of potatoes. Your arms wrapped around him and he hugged you back. It was in the following moments of silence where you took in his injuries and dealt with the fact you could have almost lost him, that you kissed him.

“What are we doing here?”

Turning around and walking backwards whilst he pulled you closer, holding both of your hands in his, Tyler’s smile remained softly fixed on his face. “I thought that we could finally exchange our vows.”

You smiled with a curious glint in your eyes. And Tyler answered your unspoken question.

“Well, I figured, we’ve tried to do this three times and each time something’s got in the way. So, I wanted us to have at least a couple of minutes having an actual ceremony. Now, I know the others ain’t here and we don’t have anyone to officiate but we don’t know what’s gonna happen tomorrow with our track record.”

You gave a small laugh. He had a point.

“But I don’t want to let another wedding of ours go by without us having exchanged the vows.”

“Tyler…” Your heart was practically melting.

“Is it cheesy?”

You shook your head and leaned up, kissing him. “I love it.”

So, standing in the middle of the wildflower field, you both took time exchanging the vows you’d both written and rewritten over and over until you finally got them right, minutes before the first attempt at a wedding. And with no-one apart from the wind, stars and the moon as witnesses, you and Tyler shared your first kiss as husband and wife.

By the time you’d both decided to head back, Tyler kissed you goodnight and you walked inside the house. Taking your shoes off, you slowly headed up the stairs and towards your room. Only, as you did, Kate opened up her door.

You spun around quickly, hiding your shoes behind your back.

“Where are you going?”

“I just went to get a glass of water.”

Kate looked you up and down. “In your jacket?”

You looked down. “What? I’m cold and I miss Tyler.”

Kate studied you for a few minutes longer, but she bought it. “Okay, but, back to bed.”

“Already there.”

Kate hummed and watched as you turned slowly and hurried off towards your room, your grass stained shoes hidden by your body.

The next morning, Kate and Lily came tumbling into your room.

“There’s no storms. No cells. No nothing. Just a sunny day predicted.”

“All day?” You asked.

Lily nodded. “All day. Now let's get you back into this dress before you miss your appointment.”

After a shower, an hour of make-up and two hours of hair, everyone was ready to go. The boys had set off first in order to get everything prepped, save for Dexter who was assigned to drive you to the Courthouse.

Finally arriving, you waited out in the hallway whilst Tyler was forced into a stuffy room, linked with the ceremony room.

And, like every other time, the countdown began before finally you stood across from Tyler, surrounded by your family. But just as the registrar began to speak, Dexter’s phone pinged.

“Sorry, I’ll just-” He paused, looking at the notification.

Then Boone’s phone pinged, followed by the others until the only phones left to give an alert were you and Tyler.

“Shit.”

“What do we do?”

Tyler peaked out of the window. People were outside on the street, looking around for the incoming tornado. And with a shift of the weather, the sirens outside began to blare and the winds started to pick up, pushing people up and down the street.

In the corridors, people were either growing restless or curious. Then people started charging inside the building with the help of the security, in order to get to safety.

You and Tyler moved together, heading out into the hall just as people’s voices went from murumers to panicked tones.

“Tyler,”

“I know, I know.”

“Maybe y'all are just cursed?” Boone called out before helping a lost kid find their mom.

Once people were away from the windows and either sat on the floor or a bench, Tyler turned to try and find the registar, but they were nowhere to be found.

“Maybe we’re just not meant to be legally married.”

With your hand held tight in Tyler’s, he heard your words and couldn’t have disagreed more. So, looking around the crowd, he finally gave up and called out.

“Is there a judge here?!”

People looked up before looking around, waiting for someone to answer. Finally, a woman appeared from behind Dexter.

“What seems to be the issue, sir?”

“We need to be married.”

The judge looked around. “Right now?”

You and Tyler gave shy smiles. “Ma’am, I know it doesn’t seem like the best situation but-”

“This is our fourth attempt at getting married. Each one has been disrupted by either a storm or a tornado. We just wanna be married.”

The judge looked around her, the Wranglers all nodding their heads in agreement. “Well, you poor things. Do you have your rings?”

Kate and Boone nodded. “Right here.”

“Great. Oh, you should know, I’ve never done this before. Always wanted to, but never actually done it before.”

“But if you marry us, it’s legal, right?”

She nodded with a smile. “Hold hands.”

So, in the middle of a growing whirlwind outside that was most likely to turn into something more dangerous, the judge finally had you and Tyler exchange wedding rings.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife! You may kiss your bride!”

It might have only taken four attempts, but finally, you and Tyler were legally married.

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softtdaisy · 23 hours ago

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sunday morning / aaron hotchner

summary. you loved Sunday mornings. Especially those spent with Aaron Hotchner.

words count. 1 037

what to expect. pure fluff with no plot, Jack is mentioned a lot

a/n. the idea popped in my head yesterday while listening to @kiwriteswords playlist and I haven't been able to put it away since then so here it is ✨

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You’ve always loved Sunday mornings.

When you were younger, Saturday was for the things you couldn’t do during the week. But Sunday was to relax and take time for yourself.

Growing up, that was a habit you kept. Waking up with no alarm, with this feeling of freedom and peace knowing you had no obligations, was in the top five of your favorite things in the world.

It moved up to the top three when you started dating Hotch.

It wasn’t as easy to make him relax.

First, there was his job schedule. Hotch could leave at any moment and for days. Nothing could assure you that he would be home on Sunday. Either still being on the field or having to work in his office to finish his paperwork. When it happened, you always made sure to bring Jack in your little chill schedule. You even created your own habit of having brunch together in front of the movie of his choice, with him also choosing everything he wanted on the menu.

Then, you had to admit Hotch wasn’t the kind of man who likes to relax. When he had a day off, he would often run everywhere to make sure he had time to cross out everything on his to-do list. You couldn’t blame him; he wasn’t having much time out of the bureau, and it can be frustrating to add undone things to the list.

So you went step by step with him. There was still a moment in the day where he would go to his office to work for no more than an hour.

Can take the man from the job but not the job from the man.

But you were full of resources when it came to making him stay in bed longer, something he clearly couldn’t complain about. And he came to like spending his Sunday afternoon with you in his arms, either watching TV under the cover or outside, both reading a book. With the same habit of interrupting each other with kisses and other lovely moments—moments that lasted longer when Jack wasn’t home.

This was this kind of Sunday. Jack had a sleepover at one of his friends from his football team and wasn’t coming home until the end of the day. It was only you and Hotch.

As much as you loved Aaron Hotchner, the BAU’s unit chief, with his always so dark suit paired with a perfect tie and a serious look that could make you confess things you didn’t do.

You clearly loved casual Aaron Hotcher even more. There were simply almost invisible things that you noticed and appreciated: the way his hair would stay messy all day long, how his eyes looked less focused on everything around—there were even days where he would wear glasses, and you absolutely lost it—or how his lazy smile was like a permanent accessory.

And it came with another outfit too. With his simple shirt, bringing out his muscular arms and his dad bod—one of your favorite features on him. And how he would almost always wear jeans, proof that you can’t keep the busy man in the closet. But you didn’t mind. This was what made the man you loved.

After spending more than an hour in bed together, making love and discussing the upcoming weeks, from Jack’s football match to a family weekend planned, you finally got up to have breakfast.

The cold was still here. You were watching the frost on the grass with your hot coffee in hand. Remembering the summer afternoon spent playing with Jack’s water pistol and how you both teamed up to attack Hotch when he came back from a case. He told you by text how tired he had been and couldn’t wait to come home to you. So you managed to give him a smile the moment he passed the door. And the happiness on his face when he put everything away to have a family moment with you two was worth ruining your makeup and outfit that day.

You were so lost in the memory that you didn’t pay attention to what Hotch was doing in your back. Not until you heard the melody playing on his record player.

Everybody loves somebody sometimes.

You turned around and saw him walk over to you. He had this genuine smile that he kept for his family moment. He slowly grabbed your coffee mug to put on the table next to you before offering his hand. “Can I steal you a dance?”

“You can steal whatever you want, sir,” you replied, amused. You took his hand kindly and quickly met his chest. Your cheek against his shoulder, you let him guide the dance. You closed your eyes, appreciating the touch of his hand on your back, the way his other hand was pressing yours with love, the smell of his perfume, and the feeling of his heartbeats against your chest.

This felt like a wedding first dance, but you found it even better.

Because you were already in your home, the home you wouldn’t change for anything.

Because you were already in the arms of the man you love. And if taking his last name was very tempting and you would love to be called his wife, you didn’t need a wedding ring to know you wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

This was all you needed. Sunday morning, dancing in the living room with your boyfriend.

And although my dream was overdue, your love made it well worth waiting for someone like you.

Slowly, the record player stopped playing, but you stayed like that for a second or two. Until Hotch brought his hand to your face to lift it up to his. “Thank you for being my somebody. I love you,” he said, before reaching for your lips. There was so much love in his kiss, the way it was so tender and natural.

“No need to thank me, Aaron,” you replied against his lips, smiling. You moved your face a little backward, just enough to see his face when you said, “I love you too.”

You loved Sunday mornings. Especially those spent with Aaron Hotchner.

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inlovewithpandora · 3 days ago

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ᥫ᭡ — The Baby Bug

Featuring — Tsu’tey x fem!Omatikaya!reader [ft. The Sully Family]

Lyrics — When you and Tsu’tey babysit little Neteyam so his parents can have some alone time, your mate starts to imagine what life would be like if you and him started a family.

Music Advisory — Fluff, Pre-Atwow based, established relationship (mates), domestic scenes, implied baby fever, baby!Neteyam (imagined as 5-7 months old), mention of Jake and Neytiri’s relationship

Duration — 3.1k words

Words from Artist — I haven’t written for Tsu’tey in forever so I enjoyed working on this! I hope my Tsu’tey lovers enjoy! As always feel free to comment and reblog, I love reading y’all reactions <3

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Your best friend, Neytiri, gave birth to her beautiful baby boy, Neteyam months ago and she and Jake have been spending their days as first time parents nurturing and loving on their child. Parenting an infant has been taking up all of the couple's time but since they’ve been able to learn and adjust to their son’s schedule, they are finally able to spend time with their best friends. While Jake and Tsu’tey are wandering the forest, foraging for some fruits for you all to munch on, you and Neytiri are sitting together with your feet resting inside the nearby river.

As the water gently flows over your feet, you look over to Neytiri with a proud smile, loving to see her in the new light that motherhood has bestowed upon her. You know how long she’s been wanting a child with Jake so when she told you she was pregnant you were so happy for her and her mate. While Neytiri sits beside you, cradling Neteyam as he’s sleeping peacefully in her arms, you can’t help but notice the faint shadow of exhaustion in her eyes. You know that having a child isn’t easy, all the sleepless nights and having to give the baby all the energy and attention isn’t easy but as always Neytiri excels.

“He is so precious.” you say softly as you lean closer to admire Neteyam. “Eywa has truly blessed you, Neytiri.”

Neytiri smiles, her gaze fixed on her son. “Yes, she has. He is my heart… but it has been so long since Jake and I had time together. Just the two of us.” Her voice carries a wistful undertone, missing the days when she and Jake could just be together lovingly as a couple instead of feeling the need to be in parent mode all the time. She can barely remember the last time she and Jake had a date night, spent the night in each other's embrace, or were able to be intimate with one another. As much as she loves her son she needs a break, just a few hours of alone time with her husband so they can reconnect.

Hearing the tiredness in Neytiri's voice and the yearning coded in her words makes your heart slightly ache. It’s clear she desires a chance to spend quality time with Jake, to remind themselves of who they are as mates beyond their roles as parents. “Neytiri,” you say softly, placing a comforting hand on her arm. “You and Jake deserve time to alone. You both have given so much of yourselves to Neteyam, but it’s just as important to nurture your bond with each other.”

She glances at you, her expression uncertain. “But who would watch over Neteyam? I cannot ask that of anyone.”

A playful smile graces your lips as you gently tap her arm. “Who said you have to ask? I’m offering.”

Her eyes widen in surprise, and she sits up a little straighter, shocked that you’re willing to babysit her son. “You would do that? Watch over him?”

“Of course!” you reply, laughing softly. “I love spending time with him. And honestly, I think you and Jake need this. Have the night to yourselves. Go for a walk, watch the stars, enjoy each other’s company without worrying about feedings and nap schedules.”

Neytiri hesitates for a moment, looking down at her son. Neteyam stirs slightly in her arms, his tiny fingers curling against her chest, and her gaze softens with adoration. But then she looks back at you, a flicker of hope in her golden eyes as she begins to think about what the night could hold for her and Jake if she agrees to let you watch him. “Are you certain? I don’t want to burden you.”

You nod firmly, sticking with your offer to take him off her hands for a while. “I’m positive. I will take excellent care of him. Besides, he’s perfect, Neytiri. He’ll probably sleep the whole time and won’t even notice you’re gone.”

A laugh escapes her lips, light and melodic as she places Neteyam in the baby carrier that’s wrapped around her body since her arms are starting to grow tired. “Very well.” she says, gratitude evident in her voice. “Thank you, sister. This means so much to me.”

You smile warmly, squeezing her shoulder gently. “You don’t need to thank me, Neytiri. I’m happy to help,” you say softly. “Just bring him by tonight, and enjoy your time with Jake. I promise, everything will be fine.”

—

You and Tsu’tey are currently at home, preparing your space for Neteyam’s arrival. Your cozy mauri is filled with the faint glow of bioluminescent plants you’ve carefully placed around the room to add some more light. Your mate is seated near the fire pit, carefully sharpening his blade while you gather soft woven blankets and toys, ensuring everything is perfect for little Neteyam’s visit.

“You are certain this is a good idea?” Tsu’tey asks, his deep voice breaking the comfortable silence. His hairless brows furrowed, though not out of worry for the child but more for you. Tsu’tey has seen firsthand how much energy a baby can require and he knows you’re doing Neytiri and Jake a kindness and allowing them several hours of peace but he wants to make sure you won’t get overwhelmed.

You chuckle softly as you arrange the blankets into a cozy nest for Neteyam when he decides he wants to crawl around and play. “He is just a baby, Tsu’tey. How much trouble could he possibly be?” You’ve had your share of babysitting, especially when you were younger and would help your mother take care of your siblings so looking after sweet little Neteyam was practically light work for you, you weren’t worried about how the night would go at all because you know things will go smoothly.

Tsu’tey snorts, setting his blade aside and turning to face you fully. “That small warrior may not walk or speak yet, but he already commands the attention of two of the finest hunters I know. Do not underestimate him.”

You laugh at Tsu’tey’s words, shaking your head. “I don’t underestimate him. I’ve spent enough time with Neteyam to know how strong he’s going to be someday but he’s just a baby for now.” You respond playfully while moving any items that are hazardous for a baby to get ahold of in a place Neteyem wouldn't be able to reach. “Besides, if he does decide to pull off some little surprise trick, I’ll handle it.”

His eyes soften at the warmth in your voice, though his protective instinct still lingers. “If you need me, I’ll be right here. And if that little warrior starts causing trouble, I will gladly take over.”

“I’m not worried, but thank you.”

Tsu’tey lips slightly curl into a halfway smile, glad that you’re confident. “Just don’t say I didn’t warn you when Neteyam tries to take over the whole place. He is a Sully after all.”

“Oh, I’m sure he’ll be just like his father. A bit of a handful but with a heart of gold.” You pause and look at him affectionately, enjoying the back and forth banter. “And we both know you wouldn’t have it any other way.”

As you finish your preparations, you look forward to spending the evening with Neteyam, knowing that you’ll have his tiny giggles and quiet coos to keep you company. And, more importantly, you’re glad that Neytiri and Jake will finally get to enjoy a peaceful moment together.

Once eclipse finally comes, the sound of footsteps approaching your home draws your attention. Moments later, Jake and Neytiri walk through the entryway and into the common area, Neytiri cradling a sleeping Neteyam in her arms while Jake carries a small woven bag filled with baby essentials.

Neytiri’s expression is a mix of gratitude and hesitation, while Jake’s face lights up at the sight of you and Tsu’tey, thankful that he’s getting a little break. “Hey,” Jake greets, his voice a little softer than usual so he doesn’t wake up Neteyam. “You sure about this? Once we’re gone, there’s no turning back.”

“Go,” you say with a smile, rising to meet them. “Spend some time together. Me and Tsu’tey got this.”

Neytiri gently hands Neteyam over to you, her hands lingering for a moment as if she’s reluctant to let him go. This is the first time she’s leaving Neteyam alone with someone other than Jake or her mother since he took his first breath so she’s a little nervous about giving him up. “He has just been fed and should sleep for at least a couple hours. But if he cries—”

“We’ll handle it.” you reassure her, cradling the baby with practiced ease from taking care of your younger siblings when you were a child. “You trust me, don’t you?”

Neytiri’s lips twitch into a small smile, nodding her head and allowing herself to relax and not worry because she knows her son is in good hands. “I do.”

Jake steps closer to Tsu’tey, placing his hand on his shoulder. “Thanks, man. Appreciate you doing this. If anything goes wrong—”

“It will not.” Tsu’tey interrupts with a firm and confident tone. He knows that you and him can handle taking care of the small warrior so he isn’t worried one bit. He crosses his arms and gives Jake a pointed look, one of his usual stern expressions. “Go. Your mate needs this time.”

Jake raises his hands in surrender, a grin spreading across his face as he realizes that his best friend is right that he and Neytiri definitely need these next few hours alone to spend time together as mates. “Alright, alright. We’re going.”

As Neytiri and Jake head off into the forest, their hands intertwined and their voices fading into the distance, you glance down at the baby in your arms. Neteyam stirs slightly, his tiny fingers curling around the edge of your necklace, and your heart melts at the sight. Tsu’tey moves to stand beside you, placing his arm around your shoulder as he gazes down at the baby. “He is… small.”

You suppress a laugh, leaning into him and resting your head on his shoulder. “Yes, and perfect.” Neteyam lets out a soft coo, his tiny face scrunching up before drifting off back to sleep.

Tsu’tey watches him intently, his fierce expression softening as he places a soft kiss on your temple. “We will do well.” he says, his voice quiet but filled with certainty about his and your capabilities.

“Yes, we will.” The two of you settle in for the evening, the peaceful sounds of the forest surrounding your home as you take on the role of caregivers for the night.

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As Neytiri said, for the next hour or so Neteyam was sleeping peacefully but after a while he woke up energetic as ever. He was crawling around the marui, playing with some of the toys his parents brought for him so he could keep himself entertained, and every so often he wanted to be held, like right now.

While your preparing a snack for you and Tsu’tey, Neteyam makes his way over to you, tugging lightly on the decorative strings of your loincloth, communicating to you that he wants to be picked up. You gently set the knife down on the surface next to you, a soft smile forming on your lips as you glance down at Neteyam.

His bright golden eyes meet yours, and his tiny hands tug once more at the colored thread, clearly eager to be picked up. “You want to be held, hm?” you say softly, your voice warm and affectionate as you extend your arms to him, and with a delighted giggle, he crawls closer towards you, his small hands reaching for you.

You scoop him up gently, cradling him in your arms. He snuggles against you, his tiny hands grasping at your fingers as you stand up, carefully adjusting his position in your arms so both you and him can be comfortable. Tsu’tey watches you for a moment, a soft smile on his face as he sees how easily you slip into this nurturing role. “You make it look effortless.” he says, his voice calm as he leans back against the wall, watching you with an appreciative gaze.

“It’s not hard when he’s so sweet.” you reply, bouncing Neteyam gently in your arms, tickling his belly every so often which draws a few soft giggles from him. “He’s so full of energy, though.”

Tsu’tey nods in agreement, his eyes softening as he looks at Neteyam. “The way you care for him… it’s like you were born for this.” You feel your heart flutter at his words, but before you can respond, Neteyam starts to babble happily in your arms, reaching for the bowl of fruit you were preparing earlier.

“Let’s get you something to eat, little one.” you laugh, shifting to grab the fruit you had chopped in smaller pieces earlier for him on the table. You balance Neteyam in one arm as you grab a piece of yovo fruit, offering it to him in small amounts so he’ll be able to digest it safely. He takes it eagerly, his bright eyes lighting up as he tries to gnaw on the soft flesh of the fruit and the new flavor dances on his palate.

Ever since you and him started courting he’s known he wanted a family with you, but seeing you like this, so natural, so nurturing, makes that desire all the more real. The thought of little feet running around the marui, tiny voices calling for their sa’nu and sempu, and their little faces with a mixture of you and his features feels closer than ever, not just the distant dream that once played in his mind.

Tsu’tey comes and sits down at the wooden table with you, his gaze lingering on you as you gently bounce Neteyam on your thigh while your hand is wrapped around his stomach to make sure he stays upright, his tiny fingers wrapped around yours. “You look at peace.” he murmurs, his voice low, starting up a topic of conversation that he hopes both of you can see eye to eye on.

You glance up at him, a soft smile gracing your lips. “I suppose I am.” you say, brushing a hand over Neteyam’s head full of hair, feeling his little tail brush against your skin.

Tsu’tey brings his chair closer towards you, watching as Neteyam slowly begins to drift off in your arms after burning off all his energy and filling his belly with fruit. He is quiet for a moment, as if weighing his words and trying to figure out how to phrase them. Then, in a voice that holds a sense of hope, he asks the big question. “Have you thought more about our family?”

You blink, a little surprised by the sudden question, but warmth fills your chest at the thought. “Of course,” you say, looking up at him. “I always have. I just… I thought we would wait until the time felt right.” The topic of starting a family has come up multiple times over the course of your relationship and you both knew you wanted a family but neither of you put a timeframe on it, not wanting things to feel rushed or forced when there wasn’t any reason to be.

Tsu’tey reaches out, brushing his fingers gently over the back of your hand, looking directly into your eyes. “And what if that time is now?” His tone is steady, but there is something deeper beneath it, vulnerability, the side that only you and your future children are allowed to see. “Seeing you with him… I know now more than ever that you will be an incredible mother. Our children will be strong, loved, and safe.” He pauses, searching your face, trying to read the emotions behind your expression. “If you are ready, I am.”

Your heart swells at his words, at the sincerity in his voice. For so long, starting a family was a ‘someday’ thought, but now, with the love of your life looking at you with such devotion, such certainty, you feel a shift, the readiness of becoming a parent settling into your mind and heart. You smile, reaching up to cup his cheek, your thumb grazing his strong jawline. “Then we will begin trying.”

Saying those words makes reality set in to what your future can hold. A child growing in your womb, your belly expanding the further your pregnancy progresses, Tsu’tey treating you with the upmost care during the whole experience, and bringing your baby home for the first home, a physical form of the love you share for each other. Thinking of all those moments makes your heart flutter with what’s to come and you’re ready, ready to start a family with the man of your dreams.

When Tsu’tey hears that his smile grows, his chest swelling with love as he leans in, pressing a tender kiss to your forehead. “We will be great parents.” he murmurs against your skin, his voice filled with unwavering belief. He’s confident in your and his abilities, that whenever Eywa decides to fill your womb with a child that both of you will be ready for the lifetime responsibility.

The moment lingers, warm and full of quiet anticipation of the future as you and Tsu’tey begin sharing stories of what you think your children will be like. Neteyam shifts slightly in your arms, his tiny sigh grabbing both you and your mate’s attention. You glance down at the little warrior, then back up at Tsu’tey whose eyes are filled with unwavering affection for you, and in that moment, you know that your relationship is evolving into something greater.

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"Cooking date, clearly I don't know my terminology," she teased. It wasn't necessary, however. But, Laurel wanted to make the trip to her place enticing and less nerve-wracking. "We could try one of your mom's recipes if you're open to it. I didn't have much else planned on this cooking date." And, she was curious. Mom's recipes, what that could look like. "I'm always looking forward to the mischief with you." Now, she was excited to bring him home. She wondered what her dad would think, but she was hopeful that he'd be happy.

She felt her face warm up, not opposed to being tied down. It was amusing to hear two anti-marriage people make each other the hypothetical exception to the rule. "Neither would I," she said with a smile, but she knew it was just a joke. Even if the thought of him as her husband was enticing, and her being a wife was amusing. "Chocolate turtle it is."

"I appreciate that, but I'm not okay with you sleeping on the floor." Laurel was glad he mentioned his family wouldn't care, she didn't want to give the wrong impression whatsoever. But, in a new state and in unfamiliar spaces, she wouldn't want to be away from him. He was quickly becoming her safe space. "If you're okay with it, then we can share the bed. Like we do here."

Laurel half-expected him to shift the subject, talk about something else entirely. The marriage topic seemed so outlandish for a couple that just became official. She listened attentively, the fries not drawing her attention one bit. "I'm sorry to hear that, kids witnessing all that fighting is rough. That's...a fair point. So many people follow the traditional steps without considering that it might not be for them. By those standards, you're already more mature than half the population here. It's also very noble, not wanting to do that to someone else. Though, I think your understanding of the situation would help you make different choices." Maybe, she just had faith in him as a person, to be different. "Similar thing, funny enough. My parents, they got married young." Because of her, as mom often reminded her. "A child on the way, they wanted to do things right and what not. I think they had a good relationship before me, or who knows. My dad always talks fondly of their early days." She always suspected that her mom just didn't feel the same way her dad did. "The point is, they were never great at hiding their problems. My mom felt tied down, she had a lot of resentment. She eventually left, and my dad hasn't been the same since. I think that's what deters me. To see a relationship deteriorate like that. Relationships in general are scary, guess I'm kind of taking a chance with you."

"A kitchen date?" Eli asked like he was really contemplating it. "I'd really like that. Actually haven't been in a giant kitchen since my mom died." Something he had enjoyed when she'd show him how to cook one of her recipes. "Will be fun. What kind of mischief will we get up?" The thought of going home with Laurel filled him with such glee. He honestly couldn't wait to see how she lived.

"I'd not be opposed to being tied down if it was you doing the tying." It seemed like a joke but he truly felt like he meant it. He could see a future where Laurel was his wife and he was her husband. That had him fear it a little bit though. "Lets get the chocolate turtle then."

He let out an amused laugh thinking she had a point. "No, it's not that. They don't care. It was just coming from a point of respect for you. I didn't want to assume we'd share the bed together Iike we do here." Although, the thought of his siblings knowing he wasn't a priest when it came to sex made him chuckle. They'd be more surprised that he actually had an active one since they knew his stance on it before Laurel had come into his life.

Eli laughed and shook his head. Only grabbing one to dip it in the milkshake and chewed his lip. "It stems from my time in the system. Before my parents adopted me. My first home, the married couple fought a ton. I saw how miserable they made themselves and adding kids was a terrible idea. It ripped their family apart, it was one reason I had to go back to the orphanage. They only kept their one they had so, which was fair you know. You keep the one you made but since then marriage was just a sore subject. I don't want to do that to someone I love. Like have it be a happy coupling to then add marriage and have it be destroyed because we find we actually hate each other. Why don't you?"

#oh no no hahah the emojis combo has me clutching my pearls already #i'm not ready #i'm looping back on this idea so I can be emo #but they really are dumb!! the level of commitment they're displaying!! loyalty like he said

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yelenasdiary · 7 hours ago

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Hey!

So I was listening to soft spot by keshi and I couldn’t help but think of Yelena processing her feelings for reader. Would you be willing to write an angsty/fluffy request with a happy ending for Yelena x fem!reader around this song? I’d love to see your interpretation of it, but understand if you ultimately turn down the request. Look forward to your response! :)

Soft Spot

Pairing: Yelena Belova x Fem! Reader

Summary: Dealing with a new life was one thing but dealing with feelings? That was something that took Yelena by surprise.

Angst & Fluff

Warnings: Mentions of alcohol consumption, Mentions of R using a dating app. | 2K

AC: Thank you for sending this! I don’t listen to Keshi, wasn’t even sure who they were haha but I hope you enjoy this! x

Yelena almost never found herself in a situation where she wasn’t sure what to do. She was trained to know what to do in every situation, every situation but having feelings of love towards somebody else. Sure, her love for her family was natural and something she held on to dearly but when it came to you? She was unsure, she was confused, she found herself doing things that she didn’t think she’d ever do, and it was all for you.

She watched her sister find pure love with Maria, she listened to Kate ramble about past dates and her secretly celebrity crushes and she enjoyed seeing Melina and Alexei rekindle the love they had. Love was never on her radar, she wasn’t seeking it, it didn’t keep her awake at night until she met you.

The only time Yelena would be seen at a party, or a club was because you convinced her it would be fun but really, she went for you. She never drank too much around you, always drinking enough to ‘enjoy yourself’ as you would put it. She never danced; she hated it but for you? She’d happily wrap an arm around your waist and interlock her fingers with yours at one of the congress’s balls. Moving her feet with yours as you both glide freely across the dance floor.

With you, everything was different. The butterflies you would give her whenever you walked into the room, the way your smile made her cheeks feel warm and how your touch sent a shiver through her body. Why did she feel this way towards you? Were you into her or was this just your friendly, open and bubbly self? Soon enough these questions kept her up at night.

So many times, she's pictured telling you, wanting to take you to her favorite place to think and just tell you that you’ve got her wrapped around your finger. Anything you needed, she’d find a way to get it, no matter what it was. She was there for you in a heartbeat. For you there was nothing she wouldn’t do, and, in many ways, that scared her.

In a dress that captured your figure perfectly, you entered the room, catching Yelena’s eyes instantly. “You and Kate going out again?” She asked, curious as to why you were so dolled up.

“Actually, no” you smile softly as you sat down on the sofa to put your heels on, “I have a date” she added. Yelena’s heart dropped to her stomach, feeling it shatter into a million pieces at the words you spoke. “Oh…W-well, do you know this person?” She asked, her eyes dropping low, not that you noticed.

You chuckled lightly, “Lena, that’s the point of the date”

“I know…what I meant is, how long have you known her or…. him?” The blonde did her best to not let the pain in her chest come out in her voice and she chewed at the inside of her cheek. You looked up at her, “they are she and we’ve been talking for a week or so” you answered unphased by her questions.

“Don’t worry, I promise to share my location with you and Kate” you added, giving her a comforting smile.

“Y-yeah, good idea” she said, trying to brush her feelings off.

“Are you okay Lena? You seem a little upset” you pushed yourself off the sofa and wandered over to her.

“I’m fine, just don’t really like the idea of these dating apps”

You nodded, “I get it, it’s not for everybody. But I promise to be safe and like I said, I’ll share my location with you and Kate” you assured her before hugging her tightly, “I won’t be out too late either so don’t worry yourself” you whispered, knowing just how protective Yelena was of not only you but everybody around her.

“Have fun” she replied, barely able to make eye contact with you before you wandered out of the room. She watched you walk away until you were no longer in sight before she allowed the tears to fill her eyes. Her heart breaking at the image of somebody else dancing with you, somebody else making you a breakfast smoothie before you hit the gym, somebody else being the one to hold you and keep you close at night.

Tear drops falling from her chin as she carried herself outside to her motorbike. Carefully, she put her helmet on and took a long ride to the outskirts of New York City. Finding herself sitting at a bench that looked over the city from afar. Her cheeks soaked with tears that she let fall to the collar of her shirt. Her phone buzzed “Y/n has shared her current location with you” the notification read in bold font.

Her mind wandered to how she had met you in the aftermath of bringing down the Red Room and trying to piece herself back together. Like Kate, you were a burst of light in a dull, grey world that surrounded her. It took her a little while to feel comfortable around you but to her surprise, it didn’t feel all that long. Then, as time went on, casual touches lingered a little too long, glances were held more than just a few short moments, each interaction was a small tug at her heart.

She struggled to understand why she had all these feelings; the raw and gut-wrenching jealousy was a tidal wave she had no idea how to navigate. Did she misread the connection you shared? Have you ever only seen her as a friend? Questions filled her mind while she replayed the last few years in her mind, eventually asking herself when did you become everything to her?

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Days turned to weeks and needing some space, Yelena distanced herself. Using her work as a cover up for her sudden absence from the apartment You, Kate and Yelena shared. Some nights her thumb would hover over your phone number, wanting to call you but the thought of you with somebody else was enough for her to not call.

Then, one late night, while she was curled up in bed at Melina and Alexei’s with Fanny snoring peacefully by her side, her phone buzzed. Her heart still managed to skip a beat reading your name lit up her phone. She’d never unlocked her phone faster.

“Lena, are you okay? I’m worried about you” your messages read, tugging at her heart once more. She sighed to herself; she hated it when people worried about her.

“Y/n, Y/L/n, I’m good. Just crashing at moms, be home in a few days” she replied.

Three dots appeared on her screen, making her sit up properly in her bed while she waited for you to reply.

“Really? My full name? again?” Your reply made her chuckle lightly.

“Sorry. It’s habit” she typed before pressing send.

“You’re forgiven! So, when you’re home, we’re going to do a movie night because as much as I would like to believe you’re okay, I know you’re not. I miss you and I’m here for you”

She re-read your message several times, nothing replying with words but just reacting to the message with a simple thumbs up emoji before placing her phone on her bedside table and sinking back into her bed. Her mind drifted to when she would have to see you again, she felt horrible that she didn’t want to hear about how wonderful your date was and listen to how great this unknown woman was.

Those few days past and Yelena returned home, trying her best to keep you from seeing the pain in her eyes but she was so glad to see you again, smiling softly when you hugged her tightly.

“So, Kate is busy with Clint on some mission so it’s just you and I tonight!” You smiled softly at the blonde.

“That’s fine by me” Yelena looked up at you, “I’m going to go shower, wash the smell of pig off me” she added with a light chuckle.

“I’ll order pizza!” You said, reaching for your phone.

That evening, you both were sat comfortably on the sofa while an awful 80s’ horror movie flickered on the television, neither of you really paying attention.

“So” you said, picking at the crust of your pizza, “that date…” you added. Yelena’s heart twisted as she quietly swallowed the lump in her throat.

“Oh, yeah” she quickly spoke, “h-how was it?” She asked.

You sighed, “it wasn’t that great…the conversations weren’t really going anywhere, and I felt like I was talking to a brick wall” you confessed.

A tiny spark of hope ignited with Yelena, deep down she knew it was wrong that she was happy to hear those words come out of your mouth. She looked over to you, “I’m sorry to hear, you seemed really excited” she said kindly, but her heart skipping a beat at the thought of her chances were back.

“It’s okay” you smiled softly, “I’m actually glad it was horrible” you chuckled.

“Oh yeah?” Yelena cocked a brow, slightly confused.

“Well, yeah! I’d rather be here with you, watching this terrible movie”

Yelena lightly chuckled, “this is a horrible movie” she agreed. You looked over to her once again, watching as her smile soon faded. “So, your turn” you said, catching her attention once again. “What’s been going on?” You asked.

Yelena’s breath hitched as her eyes locked with yours, she wanted to come clean and tell you how she felt, she needed to but she wasn’t sure this was the time to do it. “My mission was just long” she lied, you didn’t buy it for a second.

“Lena, come on, it’s me. You can tell me anything” you smiled softly to comfort her.

Yelena sighed in defeat, “Well” she began, her voice thick with emotion, “there is something I need to tell you” She took a deep breath, the words tumbling out in a rush. “I…I guess…I have a soft spot for you. I have for a long time, but I didn’t’ realize just how strong my feelings truly were until you mentioned going on that date” Her eyes dropped, hating how vulnerable she was right now.

“I know we’re just friends and if you don’t feel anything like I do, I understand…but I needed to say it”

Your eyes softened with love, a small smile curving at your lips. “Lena” you said softly, “Why did you say something? I was so worried about you…you didn’t seem yourself that night and then suddenly you were going on some mission? I thought I did something to upset you”

“I know, I was being stupid” she replied. Gently, you lifted Yelena’s chin, locking eyes with her once more, “you are not stupid”

A long pause filled the room, the horror movie still playing in the background. “You’re an idiot” you added, your smile growing wider, “I thought you knew. I mean, you’re the only person I feel like I can actually be my true self around. You’re the only person I want to be around”

Yelena’s heart tugged with happiness, “You’re a very hard person to read, Y/n, Y/L/N” She smiled, the concrete walls that she had built around her heart had finally crumbled, all her fears and doubts turned to the same butterflies she felt whenever you would walk into the room.

“As are you! I mean, I only went on that date because Kate said it would be fun, and I should give it ago. I had no idea that you had feelings for me” you confessed.

“Nobody makes me feel like you do” she said in a soft whisper and with a surge of emotion, Yelena leaned closer, her eyes seeking permission as you closed the distance between you both, your lips meeting for the first time in a soft, hesitant but sweet kiss. A tender confirmation of the unspoken feelings that the two of you had built up, simmering beneath the surface.

“And now you know” Yelena said softly as she smiled against your lips.

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Imagine you are a person who enjoys watching TV after a long day to decompress and be entertained for an hour or two without having to think too much. One day you discover this new show with Angela Basset and Connie Britton and decide to give it a chance. And wow, Athena's a badass! The emergencies are fun, the characters are very likeable, you keep watching. You are a little ambivalent about Buck at first, but he grows on you. You are sad when Abby leaves and breaks Buck's heart, so you hope Buck finds a nice girl to settle with eventually.

Years later, you learn this show you like is now on ABC. As usual, you are hooked with the opening emergency and excited for a new season. Then you see Buck kissing a man and get very confused. Why is he doing that? You've never even considered that Buck could be anything but straight, not even once. Isn't he always chasing girls? So he's suddenly gay? Well, no, he says he still likes women, so now he apparently likes men too. You're not sure about this new development, but whatever, this Tommy guy is charming and cool and seems very nice, and Buck looks really happy, and all of his friends and family are happy for him, even Bobby says he approves, so yeah, you guess you don't mind he has a boyfriend now, maybe he's just trying new things and soon he'll be with a new girl, or maybe this time it will work out, who knows, Tommy calling Buck Evan feels special.

You don't think about the show until September, when it's back on your TV. Okay, so Buck is still with that guy, they are cutesy and seem to really like each other, you realize you actually like them together. Tommy seems to care about Buck a lot, he looks at him like he hung the moon, he doesn't care Buck's face is full of boils or that he's convinced he's cursed, they are fun and adorable together. You see Buck saying that it's the people you love that makes life worth living while looking adoringly at Tommy, not with those words, but with that sentiment. You are glad Buck's finally found his person. And to be honest, you were a little tired of seeing him in a failed relationship after another, so this is great.

Then you see the next episode. Oh, they both dated Abby? Okay, it's a little weird, but just last season Eddie hooked up with his late wife's doppelgänger, so not the most soap opera-y thing this show has done, and it's normal a couple goes through a little bit of drama.

You see Buck say all of these things:

"Yes, I care about him a lot and his needs and wants are as important as mine."

"I don't like what he did to Abby, but I understand why he did it and I see myself having a future with him."

"Until now, Abby was my most important relationship. Now it's Tommy."

"I'm ready to take the next step with him, so I'd really like us to live together."

"It's still soon, but a future engagement and marriage are absolutely on the table."

"My first same-sex relationship can be my endgame."

"Why be apart when we can be together."

And Tommy says he wants more than anything to be Buck's last. So wow, okay! This is serious!

Then you get extremely confused when they break up. Weren't they just happy together a minute ago? Weren't they literally saying to each other how much they want a future together? They haven't said I love you yet, but the sentiment is absolutely there, no?

You usually don't think a lot about the show between one episode and the next, but this time you log on your Facebook and leave a message on the official page. "Hey, why did Buck and Tommy break up if they were so happy together? This feels so sudden and strange. I'd like to see more of this relationship!" You see more comments like yours, so it looks like more people think the same, it's not just you.

You don't read interviews. You are not on social media theorising about couch metaphors or the significance of certain wardrobe colors and you've never heard the words 'media literacy'. You just watch the show and saw a happy couple that you had already warmed up to break up for no reason at all and that left you confused and disappointed. You just don't have the energy to see Buck trying again with a different person, if it was bound to be another failed relationship why bother having Buck in a relationship with a man in the first place? Why so much effort in make you care about Tommy if it was for nothing?

But okay, Buck is baking constantly because he wants to reach out to Tommy, and Tommy also wants to reach out, and then you remember Maddie and Chimney also broke up and then got back together, and didn't Hen cheat on Karen all those years ago and they got past it? Surely if an infidelity wasn't a dealbreaker, Buck and Tommy can fix their issues. So they'll probably get back together when the show comes back, you think, especially now that Buck's best friend is leaving and oh, something is happening to Maddie too? Well, he's definitely gonna need the support of the man he loves, you conclude. Knowing this is how this show does drama, you don't think any more about it until it gets back months later.

And when the show comes back in March, it's possible you don't remember Tommy is a firefighter too, it's been too long since the last time it was mentioned. So maybe that's why the 217 shows up in an emergency and his name is mentioned.

And maybe you also forgot he was a pilot firefighter, so maybe that's why there's an helipad involved.

Because maybe those things are gonna be important for the emergency at the end of the season. Or maybe they won't. But you don't know nor care because you are not constantly obsessing about the show like we do, lol.

#bucktommy #so yeah #whatever way you look at it #it doesn't make any sense that this is it for them #and I'm still confident there's gonna be more #clown make-up and all that #911 discourse

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YES, PART 3 OF CHRISTMAS PROPOSAL WITH BABY STARK 😍😍😍😍😍 family man Tony is the best thing ever! 😍

CHRISTMAS PROPOSAL - part III

⤷ ANTHONY “TONY” E. STARK

ᯓ★ Pairing: Anthony “Tony” E. Stark x fem!reader

ᯓ★ Genre: romance, fluff

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A few months have passed since the honeymoon, and life with Tony has settled into a chaotic, beautiful routine. Between Stark Industries, charity events, and his insatiable need to spoil you with extravagant date nights, there’s never a dull moment. But despite the whirlwind of your life together, there’s one thing that grounds you: the simple, intimate moments.

Like now, for instance.

It’s a quiet morning—well, as quiet as mornings in the Stark penthouse get. Tony is in the kitchen, wearing pajama pants and an old AC/DC shirt, humming something that sounds suspiciously like "Livin’ on a Prayer” as he messes with the espresso machine. You’re sitting at the counter, staring at your phone in disbelief.

A pregnancy test sits in your other hand.

Two lines. Clear as day.

You’re pregnant.

The weight of the realization settles in—a mix of pure joy, excitement, and a tiny flicker of nervousness. You and Tony had talked about kids before, in that dreamy, “someday” way. But now, someday is right now.

You bite your lip, glancing over at Tony, who is oblivious, frowning at the espresso machine like it personally offended him.

How do you even tell Tony Stark that he’s about to be a dad? Just blurting it out feels too simple. A normal, straightforward approach? Too boring. No, this moment calls for something big. Dramatic.

Something worthy of Tony Stark.

And so, a plan begins to form in your mind.

—

For the next few days, you go full mastermind mode. You order props, recruit some unsuspecting help (mainly Happy and Pepper, who immediately catch on and absolutely want front-row seats to this reveal), and prepare the most Stark-level dramatic way to break the news.

The hardest part is keeping a straight face whenever Tony’s around.

“Okay, what’s going on with you?” Tony finally asks one evening as you sit on the couch together. He pokes your cheek, squinting suspiciously. “You’ve been acting all… sneaky.”

You blink at him innocently. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

He narrows his eyes. “Oh, really? Because usually, when you’re planning something, you get this look.”

You feign offense. “I do not.”

He smirks, poking your cheek again. “You so do.”

“Well, maybe I’m just happy,” you say, which isn’t technically a lie.

Tony raises an eyebrow but lets it go—for now.

Little does he know, tomorrow is the day.

—

The next evening, everything is set. You send Tony out on an errand (okay, fine, you fake an emergency call from Pepper needing his help at the office), giving you time to get everything ready.

When he finally returns home, the penthouse is dark—except for a glowing arc reactor sitting in the middle of the living room.

“Uh… honey?” Tony calls, stepping inside cautiously. “Did I walk into a surprise party? Because if I did, and there’s a clown, I swear to—”

Before he can finish, the TV screen flickers on, revealing a very dramatic, very Tony-esque video montage.

It starts with a slow-motion replay of some of his most heroic moments—Iron Man in action, dodging explosions, saving the world. The theme from 2001: A Space Odyssey plays in the background. Then, the screen cuts to you, standing in a spotlight, holding a cue card.

Tony squints. “What the—”

You begin flipping the cards, each one revealing a new message.

“Tony Stark: Genius, Billionaire, Playboy, Philanthropist.”

Tony snorts. “I was a playboy. Past tense.”

“You’ve built a legacy.”

“You’ve changed the world.”

“You’ve faced gods, aliens, and the occasional malfunctioning coffee machine.”

Tony tilts his head. “Hey, that’s a low blow. The coffee machine betrayed me.”

“But now… your biggest challenge yet.”

The music swells dramatically. The next card flips.

“Fatherhood.”

Silence.

Tony blinks. He rewinds the video in his head, as if making sure he saw that last card correctly. His mouth opens, then closes. Then opens again.

“What.”

You step into the living room, grinning as you hold up the positive pregnancy test like it’s Excalibur.

“I’m pregnant.”

For the first time ever, Tony Stark is speechless.

He looks at you. Then at the TV. Then back at you. His mouth moves, but no sound comes out. He points at the screen. Then at the test. Then at you.

“You’re…” He clears his throat. “You’re serious?”

You nod, biting your lip. “Dead serious.”

Tony just stares for another solid five seconds. And then—

“Oh my God.”

The next thing you know, you’re being lifted off the ground as Tony spins you around, laughing, half-shouting.

“WE’RE HAVING A BABY?!”

You giggle, clinging to his shoulders. “We are.”

“Holy shit,” he breathes, setting you down. His hands hover over your stomach, like he’s almost afraid to touch you. “You—you’re okay, right? You feel okay? Do you need anything? Water? A cheeseburger?”

You laugh, placing your hands over his. “I’m fine. We’re fine.”

Tony looks down at where his hands rest against your stomach, and for the first time, his expression shifts from excitement to something softer. More vulnerable.

“I never thought…” He swallows, shaking his head. “I mean, I hoped, but I didn’t think it’d actually happen.”

You cup his face gently. “Well, it did. You’re gonna be a dad.”

His eyes shine in a way you’ve never seen before. “I’m gonna be a dad.”

And then—he kisses you. Hard, deep, overwhelmingly full of love.

When he finally pulls back, he takes a deep breath, then smirks. “Wait, does this mean I can start designing the most high-tech crib in existence?”

You groan. “Tony—”

“I’m just saying,” he grins. “Our baby deserves the best.”

You roll your eyes, laughing. “Fine. But no mini Iron Man suits.”

Tony gasps, clutching his chest. “You wound me.”

The rest of the night is spent in pure joy. Tony keeps alternating between kissing you, talking to your stomach like the baby can already hear him (“Hey, kiddo, it’s your dad. I’m very cool, you’ll love me.”), and excitedly making lists of things you’ll need (“What’s the best brand of baby socks? Do babies even wear socks?”).

By the time you both collapse into bed, Tony wraps himself around you protectively, his hand resting over your stomach.

“I’m really happy,” he murmurs against your shoulder.

You smile, threading your fingers through his. “Me too.”

And as you drift off to sleep, wrapped in Tony’s warmth, you know this is only the beginning of the most incredible adventure yet.

The day of your first doctor’s appointment arrives faster than expected, and Tony is practically vibrating with energy from the moment he wakes up. You wake up to the feeling of him shifting restlessly beside you, checking his watch even though it’s still hours before you need to leave.

"Tony," you mumble sleepily, rolling over to face him. "It’s six in the morning."

"I know," he says, eyes wide and alert. "But what if traffic is bad? Or if there’s some freak weather event? Or what if we get there and they tell us the appointment was actually scheduled for yesterday and we missed it?"

You blink at him, still half-asleep. "Do you hear yourself?"

"I do," he says, completely serious. "And I regret nothing."

You groan, throwing a pillow over your head. "Wake me up in two hours, Stark."

Tony sighs dramatically but pulls you closer, pressing a kiss to your forehead. You fall back asleep to the sound of him quietly mumbling about hospital equipment and state-of-the-art ultrasound machines.

When it’s finally time to leave, Tony is dressed like he’s going to a high-stakes business meeting, a sharp suit and perfectly styled hair, as if the doctor might be more likely to give him good news if he looks put together. Meanwhile, you’re in comfortable leggings and a sweater, eyeing him like he’s lost his mind.

"Are we closing a billion-dollar deal or going to a doctor’s appointment?" you ask, raising an eyebrow.

Tony adjusts his cuffs. "Why not both? This is arguably the biggest investment of my life."

The car ride is a mix of his usual sarcasm and pure, unfiltered excitement. He’s bouncing his knee, tapping at the dashboard, and checking his phone as if he has an entire presentation prepared for the doctor. At some point, he starts mumbling baby names under his breath.

"You’re getting ahead of yourself," you tease. "We don’t even know anything yet."

"I know," he says, grinning. "But isn’t this fun?"

At the clinic, Tony is all nerves and charm, chatting with the receptionist like he’s trying to network, but it’s clear he’s just masking his anxious energy. When your name is called, he immediately stands up, his hand on your back as he walks with you like a bodyguard escorting the president.

Inside the examination room, he doesn’t even sit. He stands next to you, arms crossed, looking between you and the doctor like he’s ready to jump in if anyone so much as breathes wrong in your direction.

"First-time dad?" the doctor asks with an amused smile.

Tony lets out a breathless laugh. "What gave it away?"

The moment the ultrasound begins, he’s gripping your hand tightly, eyes locked on the screen. And then—there it is. The tiny flickering heartbeat. A sound so small yet so incredibly powerful.

Tony doesn’t speak. His mouth falls slightly open, and his grip on your hand tightens just a fraction. His eyes glisten, and for the first time since you’ve known him, he looks completely overwhelmed in the best way possible.

"That’s… that’s real," he whispers, almost in disbelief.

"That’s our baby," you say softly.

Tony blinks a few times, then lets out a shaky breath before pressing a kiss to your knuckles. His thumb brushes over your skin in slow, careful circles, as if grounding himself.

When the doctor hands you the printout of the ultrasound, Tony stares at it like it’s the most precious thing in the world. He doesn’t even put it in his pocket—he just holds it in his hands the entire ride home, glancing at it every few minutes like he’s making sure it’s still real.

The moment you step through the front door of the penthouse, Tony suddenly shifts into full-on protection mode.

"Alright," he announces, clapping his hands together. "We have a lot of work to do."

You pause mid-step, raising an eyebrow. "Work?"

Tony is already moving, heading straight for his workbench. "I need to upgrade the security system. The biometric scanners need to be recalibrated, and I should probably add reinforced locks to all the windows. Actually, maybe we should get a secondary security system, something more sophisticated. Oh, and babyproofing. We need to start babyproofing now."

You laugh, kicking off your shoes as you follow him. "Tony, the baby isn’t even born yet. We have time."

"Do we?" he says, already pulling up schematics on one of his screens. "Because time moves fast, sweetheart. One second you’re hearing their heartbeat for the first time, and the next thing you know, they’re crawling towards an unprotected power outlet."

You shake your head fondly. "You really think our kid is going to be crawling out of the womb?"

Tony points at you without looking away from the screen. "Stranger things have happened."

Over the next few hours, he’s in full-on genius billionaire mode, mapping out everything from enhanced baby monitors to motion-sensing nursery cameras with facial recognition. He even briefly considers designing a baby-sized Iron Man suit, but you shut that idea down immediately.

"I’m just saying," he insists, "it’s never too early to think about armor."

"Tony," you deadpan. "No."

By the end of the day, half the penthouse is in the middle of some kind of upgrade. The front door’s security system has been recalibrated, the windows have new locks, and there’s an entire section of Tony’s workshop dedicated to babyproofing prototypes.

You find him sitting on the floor in the nursery-to-be, a screwdriver in one hand and a baby gate in the other, looking entirely too proud of himself.

"You know," you say, leaning against the doorframe, "I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this invested in a project before."

Tony looks up at you, a soft smile tugging at his lips. "This isn’t just a project. This is our kid."

You step closer, kneeling in front of him. "You’re gonna be a great dad."

He exhales, running a hand through his hair. "God, I hope so."

"You already are," you say, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

Tony wraps his arms around you, holding you close. "I love you," he murmurs against your shoulder.

"I love you too," you whisper.

And as you sit there together in the middle of the half-finished nursery, surrounded by babyproofing gear and Stark-grade security upgrades, you realize that this little life growing inside you is already the most loved, most protected baby in the world.

Pregnancy with Tony Stark is nothing short of an adventure. From the moment the test turned positive, he has been equal parts overprotective, fascinated, and completely obsessed with the fact that his DNA is currently helping build a tiny human inside of you.

Every doctor’s appointment is an event. Tony refuses to miss a single one, no matter how minor. He even clears entire days in his calendar, treating each visit like a high-stakes board meeting.

"Do we have a checklist?" he asks one morning, pacing the bedroom as you rub sleep from your eyes. "I need to go over all the questions I have for the doctor."

You groan. "Tony, we’ve been over this. You can’t ask if the baby has a preference for AI systems yet."

"But what if he does? What if he prefers J.A.R.V.I.S. over F.R.I.D.A.Y.? I need to know where he stands on this."

"Tony," you deadpan, "he’s the size of a mango."

"Okay, but hypothetically—"

You throw a pillow at him.

Despite his constant stream of ridiculous questions, Tony is all heart when it comes to your pregnancy. Every ultrasound leaves him more emotional than he’ll ever admit, and each time he hears the baby’s heartbeat, his grip on your hand tightens, his eyes glistening just a little.

But, of course, pregnancy isn’t all sentimental moments. There are the mood swings.

The first time Tony experiences one in full force, he is caught completely off guard. One moment, you’re laughing at a sitcom, and the next, you’re sobbing into his shoulder.

"I just… I just love you so much," you wail, gripping his shirt. "And you’re gonna be such a good dad, and I’m just really happy and I don’t know why I’m crying!"

Tony freezes, looking down at you with wide eyes. "Oh. Uh. Okay. Okay. We’re happy crying. That’s… good. Do you need ice cream? A jet to a tropical island? A back rub? Help me out here."

You sniffle. "Ice cream."

He bolts to the kitchen.

Then there are the cravings, which hit at the most inconvenient times.

At 3 a.m. one night, you nudge him awake.

"Tony."

He groans, half-asleep. "Did I forget an anniversary? Because I swear I have an alarm set for that."

You shake his shoulder. "I need pickles and peanut butter. Like, right now."

Tony cracks one eye open. "Are you messing with me?"

"Do I look like I’m joking?"

He stares at you for a beat, then sighs. "Alright, alright. Give me ten minutes."

You expect him to go to the kitchen, but no—this is Tony Stark. Instead of settling for store-bought pickles and peanut butter, he insists on making a "pregnancy gourmet special," complete with imported pickles and some ridiculous artisanal peanut butter.

You take one bite, moaning in satisfaction.

Tony watches, fascinated. "You like that?"

You nod, mouth full. "It’s perfect."

"Jesus," he mutters, shaking his head. "You’re growing my child and this is what you want to eat? I feel like I should be concerned."

Despite his teasing, he stocks the pantry with all your weird cravings, making sure there’s never a moment where you have to go without.

Then, one day, your belly pops seemingly overnight.

Tony wakes up, stretches, and turns to look at you—then immediately does a double-take.

"Whoa," he blurts, sitting up.

You blink sleepily. "What?"

He gestures at your stomach. "Did you inflate overnight? Because I swear that wasn’t there yesterday."

You glance down at your belly, which is now undeniably visible. There’s no hiding it anymore.

Your eyes widen. "Oh my God."

Tony grins, reaching out to trace a gentle hand over your stomach. "Well, looks like we’re officially outed to the world now."

And he’s right. The moment the two of you step outside for a public event, the paparazzi go wild.

The next day, the headlines are everywhere.

TONY STARK AND Y/N EXPECTING FIRST CHILD – BUMP DEBUTS IN STYLE! THE NEXT STARK HEIR IS ON THE WAY! BILLIONAIRE BABY ALERT: WHAT WILL THEY NAME THEIR CHILD?

Tony, of course, finds it all hilarious.

"Look at this one," he says, holding up his phone. "Apparently, someone is betting that we’ll name the kid Iron Baby."

You groan. "Why are people like this?"

Tony smirks. "Jokes on them. I was thinking Captain Iron Baby. Really rolls off the tongue."

You throw a pillow at him.

And then, suddenly, it’s time for the baby shower.

Or, rather, the Stark version of a baby shower, which means it’s just the two of you, a cake, and a ridiculous amount of anticipation.

"You really didn’t want to invite anyone?" you ask as he sets up the cake.

Tony shrugs. "Nah. This is our thing. I don’t need a crowd to celebrate the fact that I knocked you up. Just you. And sugar."

You laugh. "God, you’re so romantic."

"I try," he says, winking.

The cake is massive, decorated with question marks since neither of you know the gender yet. Tony dramatically picks up the knife.

"Are you ready?" he asks.

You roll your eyes. "Just cut the damn cake, Stark."

He grins and slices into it—revealing bright blue filling.

Silence.

Then, Tony lets out a breathless laugh. "Holy shit."

Your hands fly to your mouth. "We’re having a boy?"

Tony stares at the cake, then at you, his eyes suspiciously glassy. "We’re having a boy."

The reality sinks in, and before you know it, tears are streaming down your face. Tony immediately pulls you into his arms, holding you close.

"Are we happy crying again?" he murmurs.

You nod against his chest. "Very happy crying."

Tony exhales shakily, pressing a kiss to your forehead. "Good. Because I have so many ideas for this kid. He’s gonna have the best life."

You smile through your tears. "I love you, you know that?"

Tony grins. "I do know that. And I love you more."

The two of you sit on the floor, eating cake and talking about the future—about the nursery, about names, about all the ways Tony is going to spoil this kid absolutely rotten.

And for once, in all of his chaotic, high-speed life, Tony Stark looks perfectly, completely content.

Deciding on a name for their baby is not an easy task.

Tony has a lot of ideas—some of them serious, some of them utterly ridiculous.

"Okay," he says one evening, sprawled on the couch with you, his laptop balanced on his knees. "What about something cool? Something strong. Like Maximus. Or—hear me out—Titan Stark."

You snort. "Tony, I am not naming our son Titan. He’s a baby, not a gladiator."

Tony pouts. "Fine. What about something tech-related? Like… J.A.R.V.I.S. Jr.?"

You give him a deadpan look.

He sighs. "Okay, yeah, even I admit that’s a bit much."

The conversation carries on for weeks, with Tony throwing out names at random moments. In the lab, in bed, even in the middle of grocery shopping.

"Newton?" he asks while grabbing a box of cereal. "As in Isaac Newton?"

You shake your head.

"Einstein?"

"Tony."

Then, one night, it just happens.

You’re curled up together in bed, his hand resting protectively over your bump, tracing slow, absentminded patterns.

"What about Lucas?" you murmur sleepily.

Tony stills. "Lucas," he repeats, testing it out. "Lucas Stark."

You hum, shifting against him. "It feels… right."

Tony doesn’t respond immediately. Instead, he gently rubs your belly, as if testing the name on the baby himself.

"Lucas," he says again, softer this time. "I like it."

And just like that, Lucas Stark is officially decided.

But no one else gets to know.

"Not even Rhodey?" you ask one morning.

"Especially not Rhodey," Tony says firmly. "I love him, but he has zero chill."

So, for now, Lucas remains a secret between the two of you.

As your pregnancy progresses, you find yourself growing more self-conscious. You’ve gained weight, your belly is undeniably huge, and while Tony worships you like you hung the moon, it doesn’t stop the little voice in your head that whispers insecurities.

And then, an event comes up.

It’s a gala—one of those fancy ones that you and Tony usually enjoy. You had picked out a dress for it weeks ago, feeling confident back then. But now, standing in front of the mirror, you hesitate.

The dress is stunning—elegant, deep red, and drapes over your shoulders while leaving your belly exposed in that gorgeous, artistic way some maternity photoshoots capture. You had loved it when you picked it out. But now…

"Maybe I should wear something else," you mutter, touching your belly.

Tony, sitting on the bed, immediately frowns. "What? No way. That dress is hot."

You bite your lip. "But what if I look—"

Tony is up and in front of you in seconds, gently tilting your chin up so you meet his gaze.

"You look stunning," he says firmly. "Always. But in this dress? Jesus, babe, I’m gonna have to fight people off you all night."

You let out a weak laugh. "Tony—"

"Nope," he interrupts. "Not letting you do this to yourself. You’re carrying our kid, and you look beautiful. End of discussion."

He kneels down, pressing soft kisses to your belly. "Lucas thinks so too, don’t you, buddy?"

You sniffle, because damn pregnancy hormones. "You’re such a sap."

Tony smirks. "Only for you."

He helps you into the dress, his hands lingering on your body, tracing every curve with reverence. And when you finally stand in front of the mirror, you have to admit—you do look incredible.

Tony whistles. "Yeah, we’re definitely leaving early tonight, because there’s no way I’m keeping my hands off you for too long."

You roll your eyes, but his words warm something deep inside you.

At the event, Tony is his usual charismatic self, but there’s an edge to him tonight—a protective energy that hasn’t left him since you stepped out of the car.

He keeps a firm hand on your lower back at all times, guiding you through the crowd with ease. The moment someone so much as accidentally bumps into you, he stiffens, shooting them a glare so sharp they immediately stammer out an apology.

"Relax," you murmur, squeezing his hand.

Tony huffs. "I am relaxed."

You raise an eyebrow. "You’re acting like I’m made of glass."

He scoffs. "Well, excuse me for not wanting people to body-check my pregnant wife at a crowded gala."

You sigh, but you let him hover. Because, honestly? It’s kind of sweet.

Throughout the night, Tony makes sure you’re comfortable, offering you water, checking if you need to sit down, and even stealing you away from conversations when he notices you starting to tire.

Eventually, you stifle a yawn, and Tony notices immediately.

"Alright, that’s it," he declares. "We’re heading out."

You start to protest, but he’s already guiding you toward the exit, whispering quick goodbyes to a few people before ushering you into the car.

The second you’re inside, you let out a relieved sigh, leaning your head against his shoulder.

"Tired?" he asks softly.

You nod. "Mmhmm."

He presses a kiss to your hair. "Let’s get you home, mama."

You smile at the name.

And as the city lights blur past the car window, you realize—pregnancy might be tough, but with Tony by your side, you wouldn’t trade it for anything.

Tony Stark has never considered himself easily shaken. He’s fought off aliens, defied death more times than he can count, and stared down the most dangerous threats the universe had to offer.

But nothing—nothing—could have prepared him for this.

It starts in the middle of the night.

You wake up to a sharp, deep cramp in your lower belly. You hiss softly, shifting in bed, pressing a hand against your stomach. At first, you think maybe it’s just Braxton Hicks contractions again—the false alarms that had been plaguing you for weeks.

But then another one comes.

And another.

And they’re closer together.

You reach for Tony in the dark, shaking his shoulder.

"Tony," you whisper.

He groans, rolling onto his stomach. "Mmm. Five more minutes."

Another contraction slams into you, and this time, you don’t shake him—you dig your nails into his arm.

"TONY."

Tony flings himself upright so fast that he nearly topples off the bed. His hair is sticking up at odd angles, his eyes are still half-closed, and he looks utterly confused.

"Whuh—what? What’s happening?"

You clutch your stomach. "It’s happening."

Tony blinks. "Happening happening? Like, baby-is-coming happening?"

You groan through another contraction. "YES, TONY, WHAT ELSE WOULD I MEAN?"

Tony levitates out of bed.

"OH, SHIT! Okay! Okay! Stay calm! We have a plan, right? Right? We totally made a plan!" He looks around wildly like the room will suddenly offer him instructions. "JARVIS! Initiate baby protocol!"

"Sir, the hospital bag is by the closet, the car keys are on the kitchen counter, and Mrs. Stark’s doctor is on call."

Tony whirls toward you. "See? We got this, babe. Totally under control."

You double over with another contraction.

Tony immediately loses his mind again.

"OH MY GOD, WE’RE NOT IN CONTROL AT ALL!" He rushes around the room, grabbing random things that you absolutely don’t need, like his Iron Man helmet, a handful of granola bars, and—why the hell is he stuffing a wrench into the hospital bag?!

"Tony!" you snap.

He freezes.

"Hospital. Now."

Tony gulps and nods furiously. "Yes, ma’am."

The car ride to the hospital is an experience.

Tony is gripping the steering wheel like it personally insulted him, white-knuckled and hunched forward as if that will make him drive faster.

"You doing okay?" he asks, voice strained.

You glare at him. "Tony, I am currently redefining the concept of pain right now."

"Right. Stupid question. I’ll just—yeah." He presses the gas a little harder. "JARVIS, do something useful and make all the traffic lights turn green."

"Sir, that is highly illegal."

"Okay, so hack them. I promise not to tell."

"Sir—"

Another contraction hits, and you scream.

Tony visibly panics. "Okay, you know what? Forget the lights. FRIDAY! Get the hospital on the line!"

By the time you reach the hospital, Tony is barely holding it together. He practically carries you through the doors, yelling for a doctor like a madman.

"Somebody help! My wife is having a baby, and she is not happy about it!"

The nurses rush over, putting you in a wheelchair, and Tony follows in a frenzy of overprotectiveness and completely useless commentary.

"She needs the best room. And the best doctor. Actually, give us two doctors! And whatever fancy drugs you have!"

"Mr. Stark, please take a deep breath," one of the nurses says gently.

Tony does take a breath—right before launching into another set of demands.

And then the real fun begins.

The delivery room is absolute chaos.

Tony tries to be helpful, he really does. But Tony Stark and high-pressure situations that he can’t control? Yeah, that’s a disaster waiting to happen.

"Okay, babe, just breathe," he says, hovering way too close to your face.

"I am breathing!" you snap. "Why don’t you try pushing a watermelon out of your body and see how calm you are?!"

Tony flinches but holds his ground. "Right. Good point. Totally fair."

You groan through another contraction, gripping his hand in a vice grip.

Tony screams.

"Oh my God! You’re breaking my fingers!"

"GOOD."

"Okay, I love you, but I might pass out—"

"Then pass out quietly, TONY!"

The doctor chuckles. "Mr. Stark, maybe you should—"

"Nope!" Tony cuts him off. "I am staying! I am supporting my wife!"

You turn your head, panting. "Then shut up and let me focus!"

Tony nods quickly, lips pressing into a tight line.

He tries to be quiet. He really does.

But then—

"Oh God, that’s a lot of fluids—"

"TONY!"

"Right! Focusing! Quiet as a mouse!"

After what feels like an eternity of pushing, screaming, and Tony almost passing out twice, a cry suddenly fills the room.

It’s loud. Sharp. Tiny.

And everything stops.

The doctor lifts a wriggling, messy little body into the air.

"Congratulations, Mr. and Mrs. Stark. You have a healthy baby boy."

Tony sags in relief, eyes wide, breath caught in his throat. He watches in stunned silence as the nurse carefully places the baby in your arms.

And just like that—Lucas Stark is here.

You’re exhausted, sweaty, and sore, but the second you see his tiny, scrunched-up face, tears well up in your eyes.

"Hey, baby," you whisper, touching his cheek.

Lucas lets out another small cry, his little fingers curling into a fist.

Tony still hasn’t moved.

"Tony," you say softly, looking up at him. "Do you wanna hold him?"

Tony stares at you like you just asked him to carry the moon. "I—I don’t—what if I drop him? Or hold him wrong? Or—"

"Tony." You give him a look. "You built an Iron Man suit in a cave. I think you can hold a baby."

He swallows hard. Nods.

Slowly, very carefully, he reaches down and scoops Lucas into his arms.

And then—

He breaks.

Tears fill his eyes instantly. His whole body tenses for a moment before softening entirely, his arms cradling Lucas like he’s the most precious thing in the world.

"Hey, buddy," he whispers, voice shaking. "I’m your dad."

Lucas wiggles slightly, making a tiny cooing sound.

Tony lets out a choked laugh. "Jesus, you’re so small. I mean—I knew babies were small, but damn."

You laugh weakly. "Yeah, that tends to happen."

Tony brushes a fingertip over Lucas’ cheek, his expression pure, unfiltered wonder. He looks up at you, his eyes shining with tears.

"You did it," he whispers. "We did it."

You nod, exhaustion settling in, but your heart feels fuller than it ever has.

Tony looks back at Lucas, awe still written all over his face.

"You are so grounded for scaring the hell out of me, kid," he murmurs. "But… God, I love you already."

And just like that—Tony Stark is officially a dad.

That first night at home is something out of a fever dream. You’re both running on fumes, your body still aching from giving birth, and Lucas seems determined to make sure neither of you get more than a few minutes of rest at a time. Every little noise he makes has Tony jolting awake, staring at the bassinet like it might explode. The sheer panic in his eyes when Lucas lets out a particularly sharp cry at three in the morning is almost comical.

“What does that mean?” Tony hisses, already scrambling out of bed.

“It means he’s a baby,” you groan, rolling over and trying to find a comfortable position, which is damn near impossible. “Babies cry, Tony.”

“Yeah, but what if it’s, like, a specific cry? What if it’s a code? What if he’s trying to tell us he’s got colic, or he’s hungry, or—I don’t know—existential dread?”

You sigh, propping yourself up on your elbows. “He’s fine, Tony.”

Tony, however, is not convinced. He stares at Lucas, who is now hiccuping little sobs, face scrunched up in displeasure.

“He’s mad,” Tony concludes. “He’s mad at us. Oh God, we’ve already failed as parents.”

You chuckle despite the exhaustion and shift to sit up completely, wincing slightly at the soreness in your abdomen. Reaching over, you scoop Lucas up, settling him against your chest. Almost immediately, he quiets, his tiny hands clutching at your shirt.

Tony watches in pure awe.

“He just… stops?” he whispers, like he’s witnessing some kind of divine magic.

“It’s called breastfeeding,” you murmur, adjusting Lucas as he latches on.

Tony is stunned. He’s seen you pregnant, felt Lucas kick inside of you, been there every step of the way. But this? Seeing you hold your baby, feeding him, soothing him with nothing but your touch—this is a whole new level of amazement.

“You’re incredible,” he says softly, sitting on the edge of the bed, watching like he’s afraid to blink. “I mean, I knew you were incredible, but this? This is, like… superpower levels of amazing.”

You roll your eyes but can’t hide your smile. “Tony, it’s just biology.”

“No, it’s you,” he insists, reaching out to brush a thumb over Lucas’s impossibly soft cheek. “You made him. And now you’re feeding him. Do you have any idea how insane that is? You are literally keeping him alive with your own body.”

You shake your head, amused. “I love how you say it like it’s some shocking revelation.”

“Well, forgive me for never witnessing something this damn cool before,” Tony huffs, but his eyes are soft, his voice reverent.

Lucas makes a little contented noise, his tiny fingers curling against your skin, and Tony sighs like he’s just had his entire worldview shift.

“I think I love him so much it physically hurts,” he admits, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before resting his forehead against it.

You feel the same way.

The days blur together in a whirlwind of sleepless nights, endless diaper changes, and more crying than you ever thought possible—from both Lucas and Tony.

Your body is still healing, and Tony makes sure you don’t lift a finger when you don’t have to. He’s cleared everything from his schedule, no work calls, no lab time—just you and Lucas.

He’s completely, utterly obsessed with both of you.

Every time you nurse Lucas, Tony is there, watching with the same kind of awe he had that first night. Sometimes he makes little comments, like, “You’re basically a goddess, you know that?” or “I’m considering building a statue in your honor.” Other times, he just watches silently, like he still can’t wrap his head around how incredible you are.

At one point, in the middle of a particularly long night, you find him lying next to you on the bed, chin propped in his hand, staring at you while you feed Lucas.

“Tony,” you whisper, barely holding back a laugh.

“Yeah?”

“Are you ever gonna sleep?”

“Not when there’s this to witness,” he replies, nodding toward you and Lucas.

You shake your head but secretly love how obsessed he is with the whole thing.

He tries to help as much as he can. He’s on diaper duty, which he tackles with the same level of commitment he gives to designing a new suit. He actually times himself at one point, trying to break his own record.

“Two minutes and thirty-four seconds,” he announces triumphantly after changing Lucas one night. “I think I’m getting the hang of this.”

“You do realize you don’t have to speedrun it, right?”

“Tell that to him,” Tony gestures to Lucas, who looks vaguely unimpressed. “He’s judging me. I can feel it.”

You giggle, but your laughter turns into a yawn, and Tony is immediately on high alert.

“Okay, bed. Now.” He gently takes Lucas from you, cradling him in his arms. “I got him. You sleep.”

“But—”

“No buts,” Tony says, already swaying gently, patting Lucas’s back. “Sleep, babe. I’m the night shift now.”

You’re asleep before you can argue.

Tony stays up, walking around the penthouse with Lucas in his arms, murmuring softly.

“You have no idea how much I love you already, buddy,” he whispers, kissing the top of Lucas’s head. “Like, I thought I knew what love was, but then you showed up, and boom, my heart isn’t even mine anymore.”

Lucas lets out a tiny yawn, his face scrunching up before relaxing again. Tony smiles.

“Yeah, yeah, I know. I’m getting sappy. Don’t tell your mom, she’ll never let me live it down.”

Lucas snuggles deeper into his chest, and Tony swears he’s never felt anything better in his entire life.

It’s chaos. It’s sleepless nights and exhaustion and baby cries that seem to have no solution. But it’s also warmth and laughter and a love so intense it shakes Tony to his core.

And he wouldn’t trade a single second of it.

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Katy 👀 my birthday is coming up soon

May I request our baby Kitt being older and getting ready to address some politicians at a televised town meeting or rally and just inadvertently roasting the hell out of them with his questions 🤣 bonus points if Hobie and the twins are just cheering him on in the background

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@hyperfix-wip baby Kitt!! I hope you like it! And belated happy birthday to you, twin! ❤️❤️❤️ Ps. I don't know anything about uk politics so don't quote me on some of the details 🤣

Pairing: Hobie Brown x fem! Reader/ Spider-Punk x fem! Reader

Word count: 4.2k

Tags: no use of Y/N, no specific physical description of the reader, parent AU, mum! Reader, dad! Hobie, twin AU, Billie and Ramona, Kitt, CW food mentions, fluff!

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It's election year once again, and the senators are on their campaign trail. The city hosts the debate event to entice the whole city to vote, and watch the younger generation grill the politicians. And it's a chance for the politicians to prove themselves against a bunch of children and maybe sway the votes their way. It's Kitt's debate team who are chosen this year, granted it's not exactly the academy awards, but people go out of their way to come and support the kids. Usually it's an uneventful debate, but sometimes, on rare occasions, it turns into something you'd see in a presidential debate where the kids don't back down from whichever politician they're beating up with words.

“Got the camera, dad?” Ramona asks as she hops off the car and out into the town hall meeting. “We need to record the exact moment the sweat starts beading down his ugly face.”

“Mona, we don't call people ugly.” You tell your fourteen year old while Hobie helps you unbuckle your seatbelt. You've told him a thousand times that you can do it yourself, but he has developed a habit of it ever since you two started dating. It's a habit that he refuses to shake off.

“Sorry, mum.”

“Yeah, because he can't help it.” Hobie murmurs as he clicks the seatbelt off while he's still reaching over the console and giving your shoulder a chaste kiss.

“Hobie.” You chastise him but you can't help the smile appearing on your lips.

“What? Politicians are an exception, love.” Chuckling, knowing that he has won, he leaves the car and quickly makes his way to your side to open your door. All without missing a beat and before you could even pull the handle yourself. He's still smooth years later. Holding out a hand to you, he helps you get out of the family car. “Got the camera?”

“I thought you got it?” Your face falls, and Hobie grins, patting his back pocket. “Is this revenge for eating your yogurt?” You roll your eyes, smacking his bicep playfully. Still lean and full of muscle just like ten years ago.

“No, I don't hold grudges.”

“Says the man who always reminds me to always lock the back door with that same smug look.” You poke his cheek while your three children groan right behind him. Wincing, you give them an apologetic look as you hop down from the well loved van.

You notice that Kitt looks clammy in his suit you perfectly tailored just for him. Maybe he's still irked by how you almost made him late by taking numerous pictures of him, and with the family. He looks adorable in the dark three piece outfit, even though he specifically asked you to make him as menacing as possible for the debate. You can't help but pat his cheek and coo at him, making the youngest Brown swat your hand away.

“There was a bloody deer, love. It almost ate Billie's hair.”

“That's true. And she has a name y’know.” Billie says seriously, if you didn't know your daughter you'd think she was actually serious about it.

“Oh yeah, what's her name?” Mona loops her arm around Billie's as they walk towards the city hall. She gives you a look, signalling you that they're gonna go ahead and find a seat for everyone. You're so attuned to your girls that the three of you can have a wordless conversation.

“Uh, Darlene the deer? Duh!”

“Very convincing, Bee.” Their playful chatters wavers off as they go ahead inside the venue.

You don't worry too much as their figures shrink away into the crowd, knowing that they can handle themselves and they have the place memorized because they've been in the same place as their little brother in the debate club a few years ago. They've got the medals to prove it.

Hobie, always the charmer, holds your hand, and pats Kitt's head with the other, very careful not to ruin the hair they both painstakingly did for two hours this morning. Despite the comforting touches from you and Hobie, he still looks like he's about to faint in the parking lot. Add the fact that your chatterbox of a son is now quiet as a mouse, it's cause for concern.

Hobie gives you a look, brows pinched together and lips clamped shut. “You alright, little spider?” He leaves your side and crouches down to his height. Kitt is smaller compared to other kids his age, maybe his growth spurt courtesy of Hobie's genes; isn't coming in just yet. He is still only nine years old, or what he always says ‘nine and a half.’ Hobie's back is all scrunched up, boots folding but he doesn't seem to care while his attention is fully on his son.

“Dad.” He whines, lips frowning and pursed together. His expression reminds you of Hobie when he saw you eating his yogurt. “I told you I don't like gettin' called little spider anymore.”

“Alright then, Kitty.”

Kitt sighs and stomps his foot at the childhood nickname that his sisters gave him when he was barely a day old. “I don't like that either.” His frustration rolls off of him, making your instincts go off.

Hobie glances at you, now fully worried. “Sorry, what's botherin’ you, hm?” He gently rubs his son's arm, voice gentle and soft, one he reserves only for his family.

“I—” Kitt frowns deeper, your own eyes staring at you with tears building up in his lashes. “I don't know, dad.”

You crouch down next to Hobie, and Kitt immediately goes to your side and half hugs you. He hides himself or tries to as he forgoes getting embarrassed in front of so many people to hug his mum.

“Are you scared?” You ask softly as you rub his back. “It's okay to be scared, you know.” Eyes flicking towards Hobie, you can feel his heart cracking at the sight of his little boy looking so small and terrified in your arms. It reminds him of his own childhood.

“I know,” Kitt sniffs but hides his tears with a calculated wipe with his sleeve. “It's not like the same scared when dad was teachin’ me how to swim.”

“Where do you feel it, Kitt?” Hobie asks, one hand holding onto the small of your back and the other on Kitt's shoulder. “In your stomach?”

Your son nods, cupping his belly as you feel a tear slide down your shoulder.

“You're anxious, and that's normal.” Hobie winces when his youngest climbs onto your lap and you're forced to sit on the pavement. Good thing you're not wearing white or a skirt. “Kitt, it's alright, yeah? We know you prepared for this, you're ready.”

“What if I stutter? Just like durin’ nationals.” Kitt lifts his head up from your neck, cheeks wet and eyes shining under the sun. “Or what if I say something and he gets mad?”

“If you do stutter, you'll catch your words again, I know you will.” You accompany Hobie's words with a squeeze around Kitt's middle. His hands are sweaty on your shoulders, and his tear stained cheeks almost makes you want to carry him home. Almost. “And if he gets mad at you, he won't do anythin’, he's all bark and no bite, remember? Just like we practiced and researched.” He ducks to meet with his son's downturned eyes. “Just take a deep breath, inhale and exhale.”

“You'll do great, baby.” You reassure as you press a sweet kiss on Kitt's temple. “We'll be right there in the audience and if you feel stage fright just imagine that it's just us watching you.” Giving him another squeeze, you and Hobie can practically see his head churning.

“‘m just—” Kitt frowns deeply again, emotions swirling around him. “What if he does somethin’? He's so powerful, just like what we read.”

“Oh, sweetheart, is that what you were worried about?” Embracing Kitt, you cup the side of his head as if you're protecting him from unseen dangers.

Hobie smiles softly, a calloused thumb wiping away the tears. “Osborn was too, and dad stopped him didn't I?” Eyes shining, Hobie wraps an arm around him. “He won't do anythin' to us,” Hobie nudges Kitt, voice low and gentle. “If he does, he won't get close.”

Kitt's eyes widen, looking up at Hobie for comfort while you continue to hold him. “You'll go all Spider-Man on him?” He whispers.

“For him? I'll go Prowler.” You know that Hobie's completely serious. He's ready to don the other suit if it gets to that point. And this time, instead of protesting the appearance of the other vigilante from bygone days, you nod.

A smile slowly spreads across Kitt's face, expression brighter as he laughs. “No, you won't, dad.”

You play along, wiggling Kitt and laughing with him. Hobie smiles, but his previous comment lingers above you and him. “It's silly, right?”

“Very silly.” Kitt inhales deeply and untangles himself around you to hop off your lap. “Thank you, mum.” Giving you one last squeeze as he hugs you, you look over his shoulder to beam at Hobie while giving a thumbs up.

“No thanks to your old man?” Hobie opens his arms and Kitt chuckles as he goes over to his dad. He immediately embraces Kitt, shaking him in place until his boyish laughter echoes around the parking lot.

“Thanks, dad.” Kitt says in between giggles as Hobie lifts him up and carries him like he's still a two year old who was begging to be carried.

Hobie gives you a helping hand up while he balances Kitt on one arm, all the while his son tries to escape his grasp. You take his open palm with a smile. He then lifts you up on your feet and as you spring up, you quickly put your arms around them and press a kiss on Kitt's cheek.

He remembers to be embarrassed now as he makes a face and manages to escape from his dad's hold. “C’mon, Bee and Mon are waitin' for us.” He walks ahead of you and Hobie, making sure he looks both ways before crossing.

“Don't go too far, Kitt!” You exclaim and you see him walk slower for you to catch up but when he sees a teammate, he's running away towards them. “Great,” you sigh as Hobie wraps an arm around your waist, guiding you inside the venue. “Did we do good, Hobs?” Your shoulders sag as you lean on him.

“He's smilin’ now, lovie, ‘m sure we did.” Pressing a chaste kiss right on your temple, he resists the urge to kiss you again. “He'll do great.” As if reading your mind, he tugs you closer and squeezes your hip lovingly.

“Were you really serious about bringing *him out again if that happens?” You ask, voice barely above a whisper as you two follow behind Kitt who was greeting every teammate, teachers, and parents he knows.

“Yes.”

You don't know why but the single word has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering around.

He leans towards the shell of your ear, whispering as his voice gets lower. A tone he only reserves just for you. “The Prowler can still come out even without a threat, y’know.”

Glancing at him, you smile, eyes conveying something the two of you only know. “I heard that his stuff is in the attic right next to the boxes of VHS tapes.”

Hobie's lips curl into a playful smile, mind taking note of the information.

—

It didn't take long for you and Hobie to find the twins in the venue. After dropping off Kitt backstage with another comforting hug and encouraging words, you almost immediately found your girls sitting right in the middle of the theatre with their bags on each seat they reserved just for you and Hobie. It's impossible to miss them with Billie's sparkling eyelids and Mona's frantic waving at the both of you.

Hobie's hand stays on your back while the two of you wiggle your way into your seats. The girls remove their bags off the chairs and scooch over to sit next to each other so you and Hobie could make kissy faces at each other without bothering them. Their words, not yours. They're not entirely wrong as Hobie's chin is perched on your shoulder while his hand idly draws shapes on your palm.

“There aren't any snacks in here?” Billie cranes her neck around to look for a vendor walking around.

“Bee, this isn't a football game.” Mona says, hand placed on her sister's shoulder to make her sit back down.

“They should have popcorn at least, with the beatdown that's about to happen.”

“I have cookies and tootsie rolls with me.” You say as you rummage through your purse that Hobie calls a black hole because he can never find what you asked him to get inside.

“Mum to the rescue.” Billie sighs dramatically as she reaches over Mona to grab the packet of cookies. “Thanks, mum.” Mona swats her away from her lap, making Billie giggle.

“How about you, mon-mon? Tootsie rolls?”

“Yes please, I'll share with dad.” She hands Hobie a piece, but he's too focused on the stage right where Kitt appears from backstage and into the debate team table. “Dad? You want some?”

You rub the back of his neck, smiling at him when he turns to you. “Mona's asking if you want some candy.”

“Sure, cheese.” Hobie smiles at Mona, who places a piece on Hobie's palm. He returns his attention back towards the stage, eyes honing in on Kitt who roames his eyes around the crowd as he tries to find the familiar faces.

“You want some too, mum?”

“No, thanks, baby, I'm good.” You take the candy from him and unwrap it. “He’ll be okay, Hobs.”

Hobie exhales, and opens his mouth for you to pop the candy in. With a chuckle, you toss it inside. “I know, I just hope he's not scared anymore.”

“He probably is, but he'll push through.” Cupping his cheek, Hobie gives your palm a kiss while your voice turns a softer tone. “Just like his dad, hm?”

“And his mum.”

Your heart swells as he stares at you softly. Just as you're about to get lost in his eyes, you see Kitt waving at you from your peripheral. Nudging Hobie, the two of you wave back. Mona does the same, giving him a double thumbs up.

“Let's go, Kitt!” Billie exclaims and Mona had to slink down on her seat from second hand embarrassment. You and Hobie chuckle as you look at your daughter with pride. “What? ‘m encouragin’ him.”

“Oh, you are, sweetheart.” Holding your hand out to her, she once again reaches over Mona to give you a squeeze while Hobie takes the opportunity to grab a cookie from her packet.

Kitt's grin from the stage shines brightly, seeing him looking better than he did back in the parking lot has you grinning back. “Let's go, Kitt!” Cupping your hands over your mouth, you cheer him on.

Hobie laughs and joins along while Billie laughs in her seat. “Knock ‘em dead!”

Mona looks like she wants the old theatre seats to swallow her whole. You place an arm around her, and she immediately hides her face on your side.

“I should've stayed at home.”

—

It's been thirty minutes since the event was supposed to start, and the politician is still nowhere to be seen on stage. They even played the national anthem without him. And yet the camera crew stays behind to film the whole thing, together with a known local journalist who will be the event's announcer. You could only hope that Kitt isn't too camera shy.

“Where's that wanker?” Hobie hisses in place.

“I already finished my cookies.” Billie sighs and pockets the trash. “At least Kitt looks calm.”

“He's in the zone.” Mona says, “he's going to destroy the guy when gets in.”

“When he gets in. He probably cancelled at the last minute.” Just as Billie says it, the blue suited man comes walking from the side of the stage to scattered applause. His security detail watch on from the sides and guards the doors.

“Thank you!” The blonde man takes the podium a few ways away from Kitt's table, waving to the crowd. The spotlights shine on him while the screens in the background show off the flag. It all makes Hobie's eyes roll. “Sorry I'm late, traffic.” He gives the crowd a smile that he always wears during the campaign, one that clearly isn't sincere from how his eyes are still and blank.

“That's it? That's his excuse?” Billie says and Mona shushes her sister. Billie flicks the shell of her ear in retaliation.

You can feel Hobie seething in his seat. The pleasantries start as the announcer welcomes everyone and presents the people on stage.

“Senator Robinson, welcome.” The mc greets him with a polite smile. “And of course our very own debate team from west London!” She says their school's name enthusiastically. “To start off, can you introduce yourself, senator?”

The suited man drawls his name on his tongue, eyes sharp as he greets the debate team who look at him with polite and curt nods. They'll dismantle him later, for now it's only pleasantries.

You inhale deeply, hands wringing together. Hobie cups both of your hands in his own, warmth seeping through you from his touch. He gives you a reassuring smile, leaning briefly to give you a chaste kiss to your temple. You hum thankfully as you squeeze his hand.

“It's my pleasure to be here. I always love helping out the children with their studies, just like in my platform where I'm planning to reform the after school programs.” The spotlights shine on him as he waits for applause, a few scattered claps reverberate in the near silent room. “Well, it's an honour to debate with you kids, how are you all doing? I hope you won't pull your punches!” He jokes, and a few chuckles can be heard. Kitt looks like he isn't having any of it.

“It's good to be here, senator.” A teammate of Kitt smiles tightly, her eyes shining under the harsh lighting. As the leader, she introduces herself and her fellow teammates and their team's achievements. Her serious demeanor is a far cry from how you last saw her at Kitt's birthday party where she ate a whole muffin in one go.

A hearty applause echoes around the venue. Billie even makes her claps louder and Mona makes sure that her sister doesn't scream out Kitt's name by glaring at her as a warning.

The announcer gestures towards the home team to start off the debate without any further delay. The leader glances at Kitt wordlessly, and you're on the edge of your seat.

The spotlights shine in his eyes, narrowed briefly as silence floats inside the place. Kitt glances at where his family is sitting, you and Hobie give him a comforting nod whilst his sisters beam at him. He inhales and stares directly at the senator, practically glaring at him. His expression reminds you of Hobie back when he was still the prowler. Hobie seems to share the same thought as he purses his lips and squeezes your hands.

“Senator.” The man smiles at Kitt briefly. “You said you're in for education and the children—”

“That's true.”

“Then why did you vote to cut the education budget durin’ your last term?” A collective gasp reverberates around the amphitheatre. You can feel Hobie trying to stifle a laugh right next to you. “Because of your vote, we didn't get a field trip to the museum like always, our after school programs are barely existent. Not to mention that because of you, our teachers still struggle to make ends meet.”

“Is that our son?” You mumble, blinking as you see the same kid you used to chase around the house to get a lizard from his hands. “Holy shit.”

“That's our son, love.” Hobie whispers to you, absolutely proud of his son as he watches Kitt speak like he owns the place.

“Is that bein’ for education, senator?” He finishes off. If only he had a mic to drop without damaging public property.

He catches the politician off guard. “W–Well, that's a very good thing to point out. You really don't hold your punches, huh?” He chuckles nervously and without humour. “And there was a very good reason for it, I had to vote yes on the budget cut so we could build a dam that saved a dozen rural areas during the last drought.” Chuckling, he once again waits for applause. “You lose some, you win some.” Eyes flicking at Kitt, you can see his jaw tightening.

“But this time, I'm going to make sure that we will win everything.” He continues, palm slapping at the podium for emphasis. Kitt's team are whispering amongst themselves. “I'm going to do everything I've planned, make it so every single one of my platforms get done for everyone's benefit. Not just in this city but for the whole country.” A lot more applause sounds out as the man smiles at the cameras.

The debate team reconvenes in their seats, and the leader nods at Kitt with fire in her eyes.

“Debate team, what say you?” The announcer asks.

Kitt clears his throat, and you unconsciously swallow down your nerves. Mona holds your bicep while Billie does the same to her sister. Hobie releases an anxious exhale, everyone's eyes are on your son.

Kitt straightens his back, palms splayed over his lap. “You had almost the same platforms and promises durin’ your last term, correct?”

“Well that's true—”

“Then why didn't you do all of those plans durin’ it then? You had the time, and the resources, but you decided not to. And now you're usin’ the same plans for your third run for senate.” The venue erupts in a collective applause, agreeing to his comment as the politician tries to speak above the noise and loosens his tie.

“Oh Kitt just fuckin’ killed him in broad daylight.” Mona chuckles out.

“Language, Mon.” You mumble as you stare wide eyed and proud at your youngest.

You and Hobie share a look, grinning from ear to ear as the whole debate continues further and the senator digs his own grave deeper.

—

Hobie crouches down as Kitt meets up with everyone backstage. The youngest Brown collides with the oldest, hugging his dad as they laugh.

“You were bloody brilliant, Kitt!” He holds him at arm's length, still carrying him as his legs dangle while you look over Hobie's shoulder with your chin perched atop it. Grinning at him and laughing along.

“Thanks, dad, but can you please put me down?” He seems embarrassed from the baby-like carry, so with a chuckle, Hobie puts him down.

“We're so proud of you, sweetheart!” You exclaim, opening your arms to hug him. You expect him to refuse but to your surprise, he bounds over to you and embraces you fully with his face nuzzling against you.

“Thanks, mum.” Kitt says softly while his sisters laugh and poke at him. Making him unlatch himself from you to swat at their teasing.

Hobie closes the small distance towards you, watching as his little family play fights in the middle of the hallway.

“He got that from me.” He whispers right on the shell of your ear.

“His genius or the questioning authority bit?”

Hobie shrugs, reaching for your cheek to cup it and tug you closer to him for a quick kiss. “Both.”

“I agonized for nine months only to birth your clone.” He laughs at your joke, and you shake your head with a smile while Kitt tries to escape from his sisters to no avail.

“He got your kindness though,” you gaze at Hobie with fond eyes. “Your laugh, and how good he bloody looks with a suit on. Seriously, you two should match next time.”

You slap his chest, laughing with him. “You ruined it. And that was one time, Hobie!” Kitt's high pitched yells have you turning your attention back to your children.

“The guy almost pissed himself!” Billie guffaws, taking her little brother and placing him on her shoulder while Kitt yells. “Good on you, kitty!”

“I think it's safe to say that he's not gettin' any votes from ‘ere.” Mona giggles as Kitt kicks at Billie, prompting her to let go of him.

“This is velvet!” Billie gasps, offended at the shoe mark left on her jacket.

Kitt hides behind your legs as he sticks his tongue out at his sister. Hobie pats his head, shaking it in his grasp.

“Right, genius, ice cream for dinner, just like we talked ‘bout?”

“Can we really?!” He asks, wide eyed and grinning.

“What—?” You knit your brows at Hobie.

“Run!” With a grin, Hobie quickly grabs Kitt and fireman carries him while the girls follow suit, giggling as they sprint away from you.

“I want ice cream for dinner too!” You bolt after them, smiling as you playfully chase your family.

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i’m trying to distract myself from food by writing so indulge me if u will lol.

i’m always starving yet never hungry. i refuse to go out for food on dates or time spent with friends, but i’m happy to drink anytime, anywhere. i love music but when i play it for others it starts to sound wrong. i apply that same emotion to the way i speak and the way i think. i get drunk and my thoughts come flooding out without a moment of hesitation. it feels free. my music sounds like it always has and nothing hurts, until the next day and the bruises and faded memories are still there no matter how hard i try to drink them away again- more just come. whenever i wake up with a plan to change i have this thought in m head that it won’t work. that no matter what i try i’ll still be me. under the fat skin and muscle and bones my mistakes don’t disappear and my body is all the same, ruined by mistakes.

i think i’m depressed again, the manic episode i’ve been in for months finally came down and suddenly i’m back to my old self that had been bubbling under the surface for a while now. 2 weeks ago my best friend of 6 years confessed his “long lasting feelings” for me. he drunkenly told me that if we are both alone in 20 years he wants to marry me, start a family, leave and finally be together. he kissed me and i kissed him back. since that moment we’ve been hooking up every time we see each other. and then he told me he has a girlfriend. i told him we need to stop but we didn’t. we fucking didn’t. each time i try not to it drunkenly happens anyways. he tells me he loves me but then tells me about his dates with the other girl. i wonder how the person i consider my best fucking friend wont chose me if he wants my body. is it that hard to love me in that way? i told him today that i won’t be seeing him for a few weeks, i said it was cause i need to focus on starving but it’s also because i can’t bear kissing him blackout drunk and regretting it anymore, sleeping with him, seeing the other girls hair clip on his dresser or the teddy bear she got him on his bed besides us. he apologizes after every time but he makes it happen again. how does he not feel horrible about himself. he said “i just don’t count as cheating because there’s no feelings”. okay. okayyyy. so u just said that all cuz u wanted my body like everyone else every time.

i need to starve for a while, maybe it’ll bring the bliss and mania back for me, it’s bad but better than whatever i’m feeling now. it doesn’t feel good. i don’t feel good. i’m sorry for the corniness.

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httpvomitello · 16 hours ago

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Hey! Would you be willing to write a Draco Malfoy x potter reader where their parents are still alive (no voldy au?) and her parents find out that they are dating? Like Harry, James, and Lilly's reactions and maybe remus and sirius's as well? If not that's okay! Hope you have a great day/night!

OMG YEEEES! I was so happy to write this, you have no idea. My dear Potters, along with Sirius and my husband Remus deserve a beautiful happy ending (to be alive). I hope you like it ~ ♡

Love and War *⁠.⁠✧

Summary: Being Harry Potter’s sister meant that your life was anything but simple. Still, you had managed to keep one secret safe—your relationship with Draco Malfoy. That is, until your parents found. Bringing home your Malfoy boyfriend was bound to be… interesting.

draco malfoy x f!reader

WARNINGS: Marauders AU, no war, everyone is alive and happy (except James for knowing that his little girl is dating a Malfoy).

It wasn’t like you had been planning to tell them.

Not yet, at least.

Maybe after you and Draco had been dating a bit longer. Maybe after you had figured out how to not break into a cold sweat at the idea of your father hexing your boyfriend into the next century. Maybe after you had prepared Draco for exactly how dramatic your family could be.

But the universe clearly had other plans.

Because James Potter had the worst timing in the world.

And now you were standing in the middle of the sitting room, Draco Malfoy beside you, while your father looked at him like he was trying to figure out which hex would do the most damage.

“Excuse me?” James said, staring at you like he had misheard.

You took a deep breath, gripping Draco’s hand a little tighter. “I said… Draco and I are dating.”

The silence was suffocating.

Your mother was the first to react, her eyebrows shooting up as she exchanged a glance with James. “Oh.”

“Oh?” James repeated, his voice going slightly high-pitched. He turned back to you, his eyes wide with disbelief. “You—you’re dating him?”

Draco cleared his throat. “It’s nice to see you again, Mr. Potter.”

James blinked. Then blinked again. “You hexed my son in third year.”

Draco grimaced. “In my defense, he was being very annoying.”

You elbowed him in the ribs. Not the time, Draco.

James made an indignant noise. “That’s your defense? That’s your defense? Oh, this is fantastic. Just brilliant.” He turned to Sirius, who was sitting on the couch with an expression of pure amusement. “Padfoot, are you hearing this?”

“Oh, loud and clear, Prongs.” Sirius smirked, his gray eyes twinkling. “Honestly, I’m just impressed. Our little girl bagged a Malfoy? Bold move.”

You groaned. “Please don’t say bagged.”

James ignored you, still looking very much like he was going to have an aneurysm. “Lily. Lils. Say something.”

Your mother, who had been silently watching this entire trainwreck unfold, sighed. “I think we should all sit down and talk about this rationally—”

James threw his hands in the air. “Rationally? I am being rational! I am so rational right now!”

Sirius snorted. “Sure, mate.”

“Remus, back me up here!”

The werewolf, who had been calmly sipping his tea throughout this entire ordeal, finally sighed and set his cup down. “Well, James, as much as I understand your… concerns…” He cast a glance at Draco. “I do think Y/N is capable of making her own choices.”

James gaped at him. “You’re okay with this? You’re okay with Lucius Malfoy’s son dating my daughter?”

“I wouldn’t say okay, necessarily,” Remus mused. “But I also don’t think hexing him is the answer.”

James grumbled something under his breath, but he didn’t argue.

Your mother turned to Draco, her expression much softer than your father’s. “Draco, dear, I hope you understand why this is… a bit of a shock.”

Draco, who had remained remarkably composed throughout this entire ordeal, nodded. “I do, Mrs. Potter.” He glanced at James before adding, “And I promise, I care about Y/N. A lot.”

You squeezed his hand, silently thanking him for holding his ground.

James ran a hand through his already messy hair, letting out a long sigh. “You owe me for this, kid,” he muttered, glaring at you.

You grinned. “Love you, Dad.”

“Yeah, yeah.” He groaned. “Merlin help us all.”

If there was one person you had not wanted to find out about your relationship with Draco just yet, it was Harry.

Because unlike your father, who at least had some level of restraint, your brother had a very bad habit of acting first and thinking later.

Which is why, when Harry walked into the sitting room and saw Draco standing there—hand in yours—his reaction was, well… predictable.

He stopped dead in his tracks. His green eyes darted between you and Draco, his brows furrowing. “What’s going on?”

James let out a sharp laugh. “Oh, nothing much, son. Just found out your dear sister is dating Malfoy.”

Harry’s face went blank.

Then he laughed.

Like, actually laughed.

A short, disbelieving chuckle, like he thought this was some kind of joke.

Then he saw your expression.

And the color drained from his face.

“You’re serious?”

You swallowed. “Yes.”

Harry turned to Draco, his whole body going tense. “Are you serious?”

Draco exhaled, looking like he was bracing himself for impact. “Yes, Potter. I’m serious.”

The silence was deafening.

Then, in the blink of an eye, Harry was moving.

Draco barely had time to react before your brother was shoving him backward, his hands gripping the front of Draco’s robes.

“Harry!” you gasped, grabbing his arm, but he wasn’t listening.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Harry snapped, his face inches from Draco’s. “Did you forget that you made my life a living hell for years? That you—”

“That was years ago,” you interrupted, yanking at his arm. “People change, Harry!”

Harry scoffed, still glaring at Draco. “Do they?”

Draco—who, to his credit, hadn’t fought back—held his gaze. “Yes.”

Harry let out a sharp breath, his grip tightening for a second before he finally shoved Draco away.

“Why him?” he demanded, turning to you now, his voice laced with disbelief. “Out of everyone, why did it have to be him?”

“Because I love him, Harry!”

The words came out before you could stop them.

And just like that, the whole room went silent.

Harry stared at you, his chest rising and falling quickly.

James ran a hand down his face. “Oh, bloody hell.”

Sirius whistled under his breath. “Well, that’s one way to break the news.”

You ignored them, your eyes locked onto your brother’s. “I love him,” you repeated, your voice quieter but just as firm.

Harry exhaled, his shoulders sagging. He looked at you, then at Draco, then back at you.

And for the first time since walking in, he actually looked at Draco.

Not as an enemy. Not as some childhood rival.

But as a person.

A person who, for some reason, you had chosen.

“…Does he make you happy?” Harry finally asked, his voice gruff.

Your expression softened. “Yeah. He does.”

Harry’s jaw tensed, and for a moment, you thought he was going to start yelling again.

But then he just sighed, running a hand through his messy hair.

“I still think you’re an arsehole,” he muttered, glaring at Draco.

Draco smirked slightly. “Likewise, Potter.”

Harry rolled his eyes but didn’t argue.

Lily, who had been watching all of this unfold, clapped her hands together. “Well. That could’ve gone worse.”

James groaned. “This is a nightmare.”

Remus patted his shoulder. “It could be worse. She could’ve brought home a Death Eater.”

James shot him a glare. “Not funny, Moony.”

Sirius grinned. “Oh, come on, Prongs. Look on the bright side—at least she didn’t end up with a Slytherin worse than Malfoy.”

James narrowed his eyes. “And what, exactly, would be worse than Malfoy?”

Sirius shrugged. “I dunno. Maybe someone who actually likes Snape?”

James shuddered. “Ugh. Fair point.”

You rolled your eyes, turning back to Harry. “So… we’re good?”

Harry exhaled. “I’m still mad. And I still think you could’ve done way better.”

Draco huffed. “Charming.”

“But,” Harry continued, ignoring him, “if he really makes you happy…” He sighed. “Then I guess I’ll just have to deal with it.”

Your face softened. “Thanks, Harry.”

He grumbled something under his breath before pulling you into a quick hug. “Just… don’t expect me to start inviting him to family Quidditch games anytime soon.”

Draco smirked. “I’d wipe the floor with you, Potter.”

Harry shot him a glare. “Oh, you’re on.”

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