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which of your familial yandere’s do you think would best handle a moody teenager? I’m definitely a fan of the fics where the reader is cute and obedient but I never see much for the older agere’s 😭
This ask is so cute- apologies if I made teen regressor! reader too stereotypical, I just found it funny
Valerian: wants to be a cool parent so bad but they're old-
They do not care for most modern technology but they're sitting there with their reading glasses trying to google all the current lingo and what's hot with the kids these days, will definitely come up to you asking why your generation is into certain things (boomer but times 10,000, they've been alive centuries)
It's a good thing for you if you're into certain alternative fashions because Valerian's wardrobe is stocked full of choices for more goth or lolita looks! They never mind sharing, they're more than happy to have you giving their pieces another life (maybe will be a little miffed if you decide to use something for a DIY without asking first, but they get over it fairly quickly and immediately turn to fawning over your work)
Tentatively let's you go out to concerts and different things, with a chaperone of course! They will not hear any moaning over you being old enough to go by yourself, you're still their baby and need someone to make sure you're safe! (Don't think you'll make any friends though, for some reason everyone avoids you like the plague..)
Rowen: does not stop talking about when he was in a band in high school, you could like a totally different genre of music and he still chats about it because he's (admittedly poorly) trying to connect with you
He's dealt with two other kids before, so attitude problems are no stranger to him! He never takes anything personally, but will threaten to take your door if you keep slamming it (never actually does, he just finds it to be the most annoying part) I think he'd get you lots of journals and self help books just because he knows how difficult and large emotions can be at that age
Unfortunately, you're still not allowed to go anywhere unless you're willing to make it a family trip! None of his kids are allowed in town without him, and sneaking out isn't really an option when he (not to mention your siblings) can out pace you easily. You'll get locked up in the den for the effort though :p
Sylvia: She... does not do well with teen regressors (._.) She tries her best of course, but is very used to babies/toddlers
Her first thought when you're in a mood is that you're throwing a tantrum and she'll start to treat it as such, which does the opposite of helping because it just feels like she's making fun of you-
She messages her coven apologizing for her own teen years..
Eventually, figures out that things go smoother if she takes on more of a big sister role instead of a motherly one. Is very much into gossiping and watching TV together (still doesn't let you watch anything too 'inappropriate', she frowns anytime there's even a mild curse)
Thoren and Rune: *sniffles* they grow up so fast.. they're both sad about their fledgling deciding they're oh so mature and broody
Rune has a habit of mimicking you, annoyingly enough. The deep sighs, eye rolls, he finds it funny how much it bothers you (and despite your efforts, he can tell you also find it humorous sometimes, no feeling escapes the bond)
They mandate cuddling, not that they didn't before, it's just worse now that you act like you're too good for some snuggles from your sires! It doesn't matter how much you fuss about it, you're being dragged into the nest one way or another
My personal ranking for this group best to worst is: Rowen, Thoren and Rune, Valerian, and lastly Sylvia
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This Will Be Our Year - A Jey Uso x Rhea Ripley FanFic
CW: suggestive, drinking, drinking alcohol
Chapter 1: Tequila Blues
August 19, 2024
Rhea downed her third tequila, neat. Her chest burned and she welcomed the heat. It helped sear away the image of Dom and Liv rubbing noses on another episode of Raw. This had become her new Monday night ritual since SummerSlam. Since Dom not only chose Liv, but betrayed her.
Rhea looked at her phone, thinking about texting Damian. He had told her to stay in his room. He offered to watch a movie or play Uno, but Rhea had really just wanted to drink. He said he was worried about her and she reminded him she was fine. Heartbroken, but fine. He usually went with her to play bodyguard, but he was tired. And probably also tired of this song and dance, but he didn’t say that. She closed her messages.
Someone sat at the bar a few chairs down. She looked. It was Jey Uso. She smirked. Jey always appeared at the bar when she was there. He usually had one drink or beer that he nursed through the night. She had talked to Damian about it last week.
“He’s always here when I’m here,” Rhea said, stealing glances at Jey.
“Oh how odd that he would be at the bar in the hotel we’re all staying at,” Damian said sarcastically.
Rhea laughed before she could stop herself. “But sometimes he stares at me.”
“Hasn’t he admitted a few times on national TV that he has some sort of feelings for you?” Damian asked. “You’re surprised he’s checking you out?”
“No. I’m surprised he hasn’t approached me,” Rhea said, stealing another glance.
“Cuz he knows I’ll stop him,” Damian said.
“I’m not even that drunk today,” Rhea said, shrugging. She picked up her glass, considering another drink.
“Not yet,” he said.
With her bodyguard upstairs, she wondered if he would approach. But she felt her liquid courage fueling her curiosity. The bartender handed Jey a Corona and Jey thanked him. Rhea kept her eyes on him. Jey was attractive for sure. And he was funny. Who didn’t love to laugh? But how serious were those feelings of his? Could she drown her sorrows in Jey for the night? Would he be okay with that?
Jey turned his head and their eyes met. Rhea smiled and Jey smiled back.
“Are you finally gonna come talk to me or are you gonna keep staring at me from far away like you’ve been doing?” Rhea asked.
Jey froze for a second. He chuckled and took a sip of his beer. He got up and walked over to her. He sat in the chair right next to her.
“I can talk to you if you’d like,” he said.
She looked him up and down. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
Jey bit his lip. He was trying to play it cool. It was cute.
“So how’s your night been?” he asked.
Rhea shrugged. “Pretty boring actually.”
“I’m sorry to hear that.”
“You can make it more interesting though,” Rhea said, a grin slowly appearing on her face.
“Oh? How so?” he asked, eyebrows raised.
Rhea put her hand on his chest, the prospect of feeling something other than sad and drunk surprisingly giving her butterflies. “How about we go back to my room?”
Jey smiled and took her hand, keeping it on his chest. “How about I walk you to your room so you can get some rest?”
Rhea’s brow furrowed and she pouted at the rejection. The heat of embarrassment threatened to take over the heat from the tequila.
“I thought you liked me,” Rhea said quietly, squeezing his hand.
“I do,” Jey replied, his voice quiet as well. “I don’t want this to be a one time thing.”
“What if that’s what I want?” Rhea asked, her eyes searching his.
Jey looked away from her for a second, the grip on her hand relaxed a little. Her heart sank. It wasn’t a complete lie. She did want him for tonight. She just never thought about him and her being more than coworkers, let alone friends. She was with Dom when his advances started so she never entertained the thought. But maybe in the morning, she would.
“Well Miss Ripley,” he said, looking into her eyes, holding her hand firmly, “if that’s how you really feel, you can tell me again when you’re sober.”
“Okay,” Rhea said, her liquid courage fading. She felt small. She dropped her head and let go of his hand. A wave of sleepiness washed over her.
He lifted her chin up and her heart pounded in her chest.
“It’s okay,” he said gently. “Let’s get you upstairs.”
Rhea nodded. Jey made sure both their tabs were closed. He held out his arm and she held onto it as they walked over to the elevator.
The elevator ride and the walk to her room was silent, but not uncomfortable. She leaned against her door and looked at him. He smiled.
“Where’s your key?” he asked.
“Let me see your phone,” Rhea said.
He narrowed his eyes at her, confusion on his face. “You sure?”
She nodded. He handed it to her. She put in her number and called her phone. She handed his phone back to him and took the key out of her pocket.
“Goodnight Jey,” Rhea said. She looked him in his eyes before turning around.
“Goodnight, Rhea,” he replied.
She tapped the key on her door and pushed it open. She looked at him one more time, leaning against the doorframe.
Jey smirked. “Go lie down.”
Rhea bit her lip, holding back the words ‘Make me.’ She smiled and waved before closing the door. He gave her a head nod. She heard his footsteps fade away after she locked the door. She grabbed her phone and saved his number. She sighed as she stripped off her sweatsuit, down to her bra and panties.
Of course he was a gentleman, she thought, rolling her eyes.
She took her bra off and rummaged around in her bag for her big tee. She found it and slipped it on. She climbed into bed, her eyes closed before her head hit the pillow. Jey was the last thing on her mind for once. Not Dom, not Liv, not how Damian would come waking her up early with her hangover cure. Just Jey. And the way her hand felt in his. The way he said Miss Ripley. The way he looked sincere and not judgmental. She drifted off to sleep with a small smile on her lips.
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Hii! I read your "Christmas morning with Tony" and I think its so cute and funny... I appreciate the time and effort you put into writing for us. I admire your writing style. I'm a huge fan of Tony Stark.😁 Your povs are so great and heart touching.🧡 I'm new so I don't know if you accept requests but can I request for something? No force. You can only make it if you want to... If you can, please make a oneshot of Tony x Fem reader (with age gap) married couple with a cute little toddler daughter and a baby boy, a lovely family. Tony's sass and Y/N's softness. (And how Y/N feels like she is raising 3 kids including Tony) How they deal with Tony's fame and protect the kids. How Y/N feels about all of this. Some slight flirtation, fluff and fun. I'll be so happy if you can make this or if you've already made something like this, can you please suggest that? Sorry for boring you with my long text 😭 I don't even know if you'll reply but it'd be so cool if you did omg... Kudos bestie!
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ᯓ★ TW(s): little spicy scenes at the end, nothing too explicit
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The sound of tiny feet racing down the hallway pulls you from sleep before the baby monitor even has a chance to crackle. You blink against the soft light filtering through the curtains, trying to shake off the lingering haze of exhaustion. It’s too early—your body knows it, but the Stark household rarely lets you sleep in past sunrise these days.
“Mommy!” Luna’s voice echoes outside the door, high-pitched and insistent.
You nudge Tony, whose warm weight is sprawled beside you. “Your turn,” you murmur, voice still thick with sleep.
“Mm-mm,” he grunts, burrowing deeper into the pillow. “I did the midnight shift.”
“That was my shift,” you remind him, though there’s no heat in your voice.
Before he can argue, the door creaks open, and Luna’s curly head pops into view. She’s clutching her stuffed bunny, her chubby cheeks flushed from sleep. “Mommy! Daddy! I awake!”
Tony groans, but he’s already rolling onto his back, cracking one eye open. “Morning, boss,” he greets her, his voice gravelly but amused.
Luna wastes no time climbing onto the bed. She doesn’t crawl to your side, though—her target is clear. She clambers onto Tony’s chest with a determination only a toddler can muster, settling there like she’s claimed her throne.
“Hi, Daddy,” she chirps, grinning down at him.
“Hi, baby girl,” he says, wrapping his hands loosely around her waist to keep her steady. “What’s up?”
She thrusts a crumpled piece of paper at him, one of her many drawings. “S’you!”
Tony takes the paper, squinting at the chaotic mix of lines and colors. “Me? No way. This is way too good to be me.”
“Daddy!” Luna giggles, but the moment of happiness flickers when a faint cry comes through the baby monitor on Tony’s nightstand.
Howard.
You sit up, ready to move, but Luna’s face twists into an immediate pout. “Noooo,” she whines, grabbing Tony’s arm with surprising strength for someone her size. “Daddy stay!”
“Luna,” you say gently, reaching out to brush her curls back from her forehead, “Howard’s awake. He needs Mommy and Daddy too.”
“Nooo!” she insists, eyes welling up with tears as she clings tighter to Tony. “No baby! Daddy stay here!”
Tony shifts her so he can sit up properly, cradling her against his chest as she buries her face in his shirt. His free hand rubs her back, his voice soft but firm. “Hey, hey, none of that. Howard’s not going anywhere. You’re still my number one, okay?”
“Promise?” Her voice is muffled against him.
“Promise,” he says, pressing a kiss to the top of her head. “But you gotta share me a little, Luna Bean. Teamwork, remember?”
She sniffles, her little body still tense, but she doesn’t argue further.
You glance at Tony, mouthing, I’ll get him, but he shakes his head. “Nah, I got it. You stay here with the queen of the universe.”
“Queen Luna,” you say with a smile, and she peeks out from Tony’s shirt, her pout shifting to the tiniest of grins.
Tony shifts her onto the bed beside you, leaning in to press a quick kiss to your lips before he heads toward the nursery. Luna watches him go, her expression still wary.
You wrap an arm around her, pulling her close. “What do you think, Luna? Should we make Daddy some coffee while he gets Howard?”
She considers this, then nods. “I help.”
“Of course you do,” you say, tickling her side until she giggles.
Together, you head to the kitchen, Luna’s hand tightly clutching yours.
By the time Tony comes downstairs, Howard in his arms, Luna is standing on her step stool at the counter, proudly stirring a bowl of oatmeal. “Daddy!” she shouts when she sees him, immediately abandoning her spoon to reach for him.
“Hey, Luna Bean,” Tony says, walking over with a grin. He juggles Howard expertly as Luna throws her arms around his legs. “What’s going on in here?”
“I cook!” she announces, pointing to the oatmeal like it’s a Michelin-starred masterpiece.
“You’re amazing,” he tells her, and she practically glows under his praise.
Howard squirms in his arms, letting out a little coo, and Luna’s face falls slightly. She tugs on Tony’s pant leg again. “Daddy, me up!”
Tony glances at you, then back at Luna. “Sweetheart, I’m holding Howard right now. But maybe after breakfast—”
“No! Me!” Her lower lip juts out, and you can see the storm coming before it hits.
“Luna,” you say, crouching down beside her, “Daddy can’t hold both of you at the same time. But maybe you can sit next to him while he feeds Howard, huh? You can be his helper.”
She scowls at first, but the word “helper” seems to sway her. “Helper?”
“Big helper,” Tony agrees, setting Howard into his high chair before crouching down to scoop Luna into his arms. “You can be in charge of making sure your little brother doesn’t make a huge mess. Think you’re up for it?”
She nods solemnly, her little face serious as Tony carries her to the table.
Breakfast is its usual chaotic blur. Howard smears oatmeal on his cheeks more than he eats it, Luna spends most of her time “helping” by narrating Howard’s every move, and Tony is caught somewhere between managing both kids and stealing sips of coffee whenever he can.
“Look, Mommy!” Luna calls out at one point, holding up a spoonful of oatmeal that she’s managed to guide toward Howard’s mouth. Most of it dribbles down his bib, but her excitement is infectious.
“You’re such a good big sister,” you tell her, and she beams.
Tony meets your eyes across the table, and you share a smile. It’s exhausting, yes, but these little moments—messy, loud, and chaotic—are what make it all worth it.
For now, Luna seems happy enough, basking in the attention from both of you. But you know the balancing act is far from over.
The idea of going to the park electrifies Luna, who hasn’t stopped chanting “big slide!” from the second she decided on the plan. You’re impressed by her enthusiasm but a little less thrilled by the sheer logistics of getting two kids—and one Tony Stark—out the door in one piece.
“Alright, Bean, grab your shoes,” Tony says as he crouches to tie his sneakers. Luna runs off, only to return moments later with two mismatched shoes in her hands—a sparkly sandal and a rain boot.
You stifle a laugh. “Sweetheart, those don’t match.”
“Is fashion,” Luna insists, holding them out proudly.
Tony leans down to her level, nodding solemnly. “You’re absolutely right. Who am I to argue with haute couture?” He takes the mismatched shoes and looks over his shoulder at you. “You heard the boss. Let’s roll with it.”
“She’s going to look like she dressed herself,” you tease, handing him the diaper bag as you grab Howard from his bassinet.
“She did dress herself,” Tony shoots back, tossing Luna’s bunny into the stroller. “Besides, we’ll make it work. Howard here won’t rat us out.”
Howard, nestled in your arms, lets out a little hiccup, blinking up at you with big eyes that seem to say, You’re doomed, Mom.
The park itself is only a ten-minute drive, but Tony takes longer than usual to circle the area. You know exactly why. His eyes are constantly scanning the streets for cameras or sketchy parked cars.
“Still clear,” he says finally, pulling into the parking lot.
“Relax, Tony,” you murmur. “We’ve been here a million times without any trouble.”
“Yeah, and all it takes is one overpaid idiot with a zoom lens,” he mutters, shutting off the car.
Luna, oblivious to the ongoing Stark-level security measures, kicks her feet excitedly in her car seat. “Go play! Go play!”
Tony hops out and unbuckles her first, letting her bounce to the ground with all the energy of someone who hasn’t had their soul drained by a toddler tantrum at 6 a.m.
“Alright, Bean, ground rules: you stay where Mommy and I can see you, and no wandering off to join a rogue pack of preschoolers, okay?”
“‘Kay!” Luna shouts before taking off toward the jungle gym, leaving Tony standing there with his hands on his hips.
You smirk. “She definitely got her listening skills from you.”
Tony looks at you, feigning offense. “I listen! I’m fantastic at listening. Just ask… anyone but you.”
“Sure you are,” you tease, wheeling Howard’s stroller closer to the bench nearest the playground.
Luna climbs the jungle gym with the fearless determination of a child who doesn’t yet understand the concept of gravity. She zooms down the big slide with wild abandon, screaming, “Daddy, watch!” every single time, as though he hasn’t been staring at her like she’s the most fascinating thing in the universe.
Tony, of course, eats it up. “That’s my girl! Ten out of ten, Bean! Gold medal for sliding!”
You sit nearby with Howard in your lap, who’s happily gnawing on his teething toy. The sight of Tony sprinting to catch Luna at the bottom of the slide—only for her to scramble back up and do it again—makes your chest ache in the best way.
Watching him as a dad is both endearing and exhausting. He’s fully in it, down to the goofy voices and over-the-top reactions, but sometimes it’s like raising a third child. Case in point: the way he almost topples into the sandbox trying to show Luna how to build a “Stark-grade” sandcastle.
“Careful, Tony,” you call, adjusting Howard’s sun hat. “If you break something, I’m not driving you to the ER.”
He glances over his shoulder with a grin. “You kidding? My castle-building technique is flawless.”
After about an hour, Luna runs up to you, her curls wild and cheeks flushed. “Mommy, hungry!”
You smile, brushing some sand off her shirt. “Okay, what do you want? We can eat at home—”
“McD’nald’s!” she interrupts, her eyes lighting up.
Tony perks up immediately. “McDonald’s, huh? The kid’s got taste. Can’t argue with a Happy Meal.”
You give him a look. “You’re going to use her as an excuse to eat fries, aren’t you?”
“Absolutely,” he says, already folding up the stroller.
The McDonald’s trip is pure chaos, as expected. You pull into the parking lot, and Tony insists on ordering at the counter instead of using the drive-thru.
“It’s the full experience,” he says, hoisting Luna onto his hip.
“Or it’s an unnecessary production,” you counter, adjusting Howard in his carrier.
Inside, Luna presses her nose against the glass of the Happy Meal display, pointing at the toys. “That one! I want dat one!”
“Luna, it’s random,” you explain patiently. “They give you whatever toy they have.”
“No, dat one!”
Tony leans down conspiratorially. “Here’s the deal, Bean: if they don’t give you the one you want, we’ll just buy the whole set. Problem solved.”
You gape at him. “Tony.”
“What? She’s three. Let her dream big,” he says with a shrug.
You finally settle in a booth near the window, juggling trays of food, a Happy Meal, and a baby who’s decided he absolutely doesn’t want to stay in his carrier. Luna sits between you and Tony, gleefully dipping her nuggets into ketchup while you try to convince Howard that teething on a fry is not part of his diet.
“This,” Tony says, holding up his Big Mac, “is the pinnacle of American cuisine. Stark-approved.”
“Stop corrupting the children,” you say, stealing one of his fries.
“Too late,” he replies with a grin.
Of course, nothing stays peaceful for long. You notice it first—a flicker of movement outside the window. A guy with a camera, half-hidden behind a parked car.
“Tony,” you murmur, nudging his arm.
He follows your gaze, his jaw tightening when he spots the photographer. “Unbelievable,” he mutters.
“What’s wrong?” Luna asks, looking up from her nuggets.
“Nothing, Bean,” Tony says smoothly, pulling her closer to his side. “Just some grown-ups who don’t know how to mind their own business.”
“Should we leave?” you ask quietly, glancing at the stroller.
Tony shakes his head. “Nope. We’re not running because some idiot wants a payday. Let them snap their pictures. We’ll look fabulous.”
You sigh, but there’s no arguing with him when he’s like this.
Sure enough, more paparazzi show up within minutes, crowding outside the restaurant. You can hear the faint clicks of their cameras even through the glass.
Luna looks out the window, her brow furrowed. “What they doin’, Daddy?”
“They’re taking pictures, sweetheart,” you say gently.
“Why?”
Tony smirks. “Because they think your old man eating a Big Mac is front-page news.”
She frowns. “Dat’s silly.”
“Extremely,” Tony agrees, popping a fry into his mouth.
Despite the commotion outside, you manage to finish your meal, though you can’t help feeling a little on edge. You glance at Tony, who’s completely unbothered, making silly faces at Howard while Luna plays with her Happy Meal toy.
“You’re taking this remarkably well,” you say, folding up the wrappers.
He shrugs. “Let them have their fun. The world deserves to see me rocking dad mode. Besides, they’ll leave once they realize we’re not doing anything scandalous.”
“Define ‘scandalous,’” you mutter, eyeing the pile of ketchup-covered napkins Luna has somehow created.
Tony grins. “Relax, sweetheart. We’re good. I’ve got this.”
And as much as you want to roll your eyes at him, you can’t help but believe him—because if there’s one thing Tony Stark knows how to do, it’s handle the chaos of life with a smirk and a perfectly timed quip.
Even if it involves paparazzi documenting his three-year-old’s first Happy Meal.
The drive home from McDonald’s is a symphony of exhaustion and mild sugar highs. Luna, sitting in her car seat, is clutching her Happy Meal toy like it’s the most precious artifact in existence, while Howard is finally dozing off in his carrier, a little line of drool trailing down his chin.
“Mission accomplished,” Tony declares, steering the car with one hand while fiddling with the radio. “One kid happy, one kid asleep. I’m officially a superhero again.”
You shoot him a look, cradling Howard’s head to keep it from bobbing too much as the car bumps along. “Sure, Iron Dad. Tell that to Luna when she refuses to nap.”
At the mention of napping, Luna perks up immediately. “No nap!” she declares, her voice loud enough to make Howard stir.
Tony glances at her in the rearview mirror. “Whoa, Bean, keep it down. You’ll wake up your brother.”
“No nap!” she repeats, kicking her feet for emphasis.
You sigh, already anticipating the battle ahead. “Luna, everyone needs a little quiet time after a big day. Even Daddy.”
Tony raises an eyebrow at you. “Speak for yourself. I thrive on chaos.”
“Clearly,” you mutter, watching as Luna crosses her arms, her pout deepening.
When you get home, it’s a delicate operation to get both kids out of the car without waking Howard or setting Luna off on a full-blown tantrum. You manage to carry Howard inside, still asleep, while Tony coaxes Luna through the door with the promise of reading her favorite bedtime story—twice.
You head upstairs to settle Howard in his crib, marveling at how peaceful he looks when he’s asleep. It’s a stark contrast to the hurricane of teething pains and babbling that he usually is during the day.
By the time you come back downstairs, Tony’s on the couch, flipping through one of Luna’s storybooks while she sits cross-legged beside him, stubbornly refusing to lie down.
“Alright, Luna Bean,” he says, pretending to squint at the book like it’s the most complicated thing he’s ever read. “Once upon a time, there was a little bunny who—”
“No bunny!” Luna interrupts, pointing at the book. “Princess one!”
Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh. “Princess again? What about the bunny? The bunny’s got dreams too, you know.”
You can’t help but laugh as you join them, sitting on Luna’s other side. “Princess it is, Tony. You’ve been outvoted.”
It takes two princess stories, a glass of water, and a very firm “no” to her demand for a third book before Luna finally concedes to lying down in her toddler bed. You sit with her, rubbing her back softly as she murmurs something about her Happy Meal toy and the “big slide.”
Tony leans against the doorframe, watching you with a smile that softens the sharp edges of his usual sarcasm.
“Don’t think I didn’t see that look,” you whisper once Luna’s breathing evens out and you join him by the door.
“What look?” he whispers back, feigning innocence as you head down the stairs together.
“The one where you think you’re the luckiest man alive,” you tease, bumping your shoulder against his.
“Well, I am,” he says, not missing a beat.
Back in the living room, the house is finally quiet. Howard’s asleep upstairs, Luna’s out like a light, and the chaos of the morning has melted into the calm of the afternoon.
Tony collapses onto the couch with a groan, pulling you down beside him. “Finally. Alone time with my favorite person.”
“Aw, thanks,” you say, leaning into his side. “Though I’m not sure you’ve earned it after hyping Luna up all morning.”
“Hey, I was just fueling her creativity,” he says, draping an arm around your shoulders. “That’s good parenting, right?”
You laugh softly, resting your head against his chest. For a few blissful moments, it’s just the two of you—no demands, no tantrums, no distractions.
And then your phone buzzes.
The sharp vibration pulls you out of the moment, and you glance at the screen, frowning when you see the notification. Tony’s phone buzzes a second later, and he groans.
“Who’s bothering us now?” he mutters, grabbing his phone.
You open the notification, your heart sinking as you see the headline: “Starks Spotted at McDonald’s with Rare Family Sighting—First Photos of Their Kids!”
Your stomach twists as you click the link. Sure enough, there are the photos—taken through the window of the restaurant, clearly showing you, Tony, Luna, and even Howard in his carrier.
Tony’s jaw tightens beside you as he scrolls through the same article. “Unbelievable,” he mutters, his voice low and dangerous.
Your hand shakes as you set your phone down. “They weren’t supposed to—”
“I know,” Tony interrupts, his tone sharp. “I know, sweetheart. We were careful. Those bastards must’ve had some insane zoom lenses.”
You close your eyes, trying to steady your breathing. You and Tony had been so adamant about keeping the kids out of the public eye, wanting them to have as normal a childhood as possible. Now, their faces are plastered all over the internet for anyone to see.
“They’re just babies,” you whisper, your voice breaking.
Tony pulls you closer, his hand rubbing soothing circles on your back. “Hey, hey. We’ll handle this, okay? We always do.”
For a while, neither of you says anything. Tony’s hand never leaves your back, and you focus on the steady rhythm of his breathing to keep yourself grounded.
Finally, he breaks the silence. “I’ll call the lawyers in the morning. Get those pictures taken down. I’ll throw every cent I have at it if I have to.”
You nod, though you know it’s not that simple. The photos are already out there, circulating on social media and gossip sites.
“Do you think they’ll ever have privacy?” you ask quietly, looking up at him.
Tony’s face softens, his usual bravado giving way to something raw and vulnerable. “I’ll do everything I can to make sure they do,” he says. “They didn’t ask for this. They deserve to just be kids.”
The rest of the evening passes in a haze. You and Tony go through the motions—dinner, tidying up, checking on the kids—while the weight of the situation hangs heavy in the air.
Later, as you lie in bed together, Tony wraps an arm around you, pulling you close. “We’ll figure this out,” he murmurs, his lips brushing against your temple.
You nod, burying your face in his chest. Despite the whirlwind of emotions, there’s a small comfort in knowing that whatever happens, you’ll face it together.
The next morning, the house feels emptier without Tony’s usual presence.
It’s not that he’s never at work—he still runs a billion-dollar company, after all—but ever since Luna was born, Tony’s made it a point to work from home as often as possible. He has an entire high-tech office two floors below, but more often than not, he sets up camp at the kitchen counter or sprawls out on the living room floor with his laptop, Howard napping beside him and Luna sticking stickers on his arms.
Today, though, he had an in-person meeting that “absolutely required his presence,” which you both knew was business-speak for some rich guy wants to see Tony Stark in the flesh to feel important.
So here you are, juggling Luna’s boundless energy and Howard’s never-ending need for attention, all while attempting to get at least a little work done.
Luna sits on the floor next to the couch, meticulously lining up her stuffed animals in some kind of toddler government meeting. “Bunny sit here,” she mumbles to herself. “Bear go there.”
Howard, meanwhile, is in his bouncer, happily gurgling as he kicks his feet.
You take a sip of coffee and glance at your laptop screen. Emails. Reports. A reminder that you still have to reschedule a meeting from last week. All things you should be focusing on, but it’s hard when your three-year-old is currently reprimanding a stuffed giraffe for not listening.
“Luna, sweetheart, do you want to watch something while Mommy works?” you ask, already knowing the answer.
She gasps dramatically. “Movie!”
“Okay, okay. But something calm,” you warn.
You put on a gentle animated movie, the kind with soft colors and soothing music, hoping it’ll buy you some time. It works for a little while—Luna is curled up with her bunny, and Howard is kicking happily—but then, just as you’re about to type out an important email, the TV screen suddenly changes.
You blink. That’s not the movie. That’s… a live news broadcast.
And right in the middle of the screen is Tony.
At first, you think it’s a business-related conference, maybe something about Stark Industries’ latest project. But the second you see his expression—hard, angry, and completely pissed off—you know this isn’t about work.
He’s standing at a podium, his signature sunglasses pushed up onto his head, one hand gripping the edge of the lectern like he’s physically restraining himself from flipping the whole thing over. Cameras are flashing wildly, reporters jostling for position, but Tony’s voice cuts through the chaos as he speaks.
“Good morning, everyone. I hope you all had your coffee and enjoyed whatever invasive gossip you got paid to publish today.”
Your mouth falls open.
Luna, meanwhile, claps. “Daddy on TV!”
Howard, oblivious to the gravity of the situation, lets out a happy gurgle.
Tony continues, his voice firm. “I wasn’t planning on standing here today, but since some of you have absolutely no boundaries, I figured it was time for a little heart-to-heart. Or, as I like to call it, a public shaming.”
The reporters stir, their murmurs audible even through the broadcast.
“I get it,” Tony says, waving a hand dismissively. “I’m Tony Stark. I’ve done some questionable shit. You’ve followed me through every headline-worthy disaster, and I’ve played along. But my kids? My wife? That’s where I draw the line.”
You stare at the screen, your heart pounding. He didn’t tell you he was going to do this.
“I didn’t ask to have my daughter’s face plastered all over the internet because some idiot with a camera thought a trip to McDonald’s was breaking news,” Tony continues, his voice sharp with barely controlled anger. “She’s three years old. She doesn’t even know what privacy is yet, and now thanks to you, she has less of it than most adults.”
The camera pans to the crowd of reporters, some shifting uncomfortably under his glare.
“I’ve spent decades dealing with the press. I know how this game works. But let me make something very clear—my kids are off-limits. They’re not public figures. They didn’t sign up for this. And if I catch anyone else pulling that same stunt again, I will find out who you are, and I will make sure you regret it. Legally. Or financially. Or, I don’t know, maybe I’ll get creative.”
You can practically hear Pepper groaning somewhere in the distance.
The murmurs among the reporters grow louder, but Tony isn’t done. He leans in slightly, his expression dark. “I am not above buying out entire media companies just to fire the people responsible.”
You choke on your coffee.
Luna laughs. “Daddy funny.”
Tony exhales sharply, straightening. “So, here’s the deal. Leave my family alone. Act like human beings. And maybe, just maybe, we can all move on with our lives.”
With that, he steps back, yanks off the microphone, and walks away from the podium, ignoring the shouted questions and flashing cameras.
The news anchors are stunned into silence for a moment before they start analyzing everything he just said, but you don’t hear any of it.
Because all you can do is stare at the screen, your heart full and your hands shaking.
By the time Tony gets home, you’re already waiting for him at the front door.
He doesn’t even get a chance to say anything before you throw your arms around his neck, pulling him into a fierce hug.
“Whoa, okay,” he mutters, wrapping his arms around your waist. “Did I miss something? Did Luna start speaking fluent French while I was gone?”
You pull back just enough to look at him, your eyes shining. “You did that for us.”
Tony blinks. “Uh, yeah? Of course I did.”
You shake your head, overwhelmed. “You didn’t even tell me.”
“Well, I figured if I did, you’d tell me to calm down and ‘handle it diplomatically’ or whatever.” He smirks, but it softens as he tucks a strand of hair behind your ear. “I meant every word, sweetheart. They don’t get to do this to our kids.”
Your throat tightens as you cup his face. “Thank you.”
He leans in, pressing his forehead to yours. “Always.”
A loud thump interrupts the moment, followed by Luna’s voice from the living room. “Daddy home?!”
Tony grins, pulling away and turning toward the noise. “That’s my cue.”
As soon as Luna spots him, she launches herself at him, and he catches her with ease, spinning her in the air.
“Didja see me on TV, Bean?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah! You say bad words!”
Tony gasps dramatically. “I absolutely did not. Those were strongly worded suggestions.”
Luna giggles, and you laugh, watching them with your heart full.
Howard, still in his bouncer, lets out a sleepy coo, and Tony turns toward him with a smirk. “Don’t worry, little man. Daddy defended your honor too.”
You shake your head fondly. “So what happens now?”
Tony sighs, bouncing Luna on his hip. “Now? The lawyers do their thing, the press goes nuts for a few days, and then some other scandal distracts them.”
You nod, still holding onto him. “And us?”
He smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “We do what we always do—take care of our little circus. Together.”
And just like that, despite everything, the world feels a little more right again.
The house is finally quiet.
It took two bedtime stories, a glass of water, a very dramatic protest from Luna about how she wasn’t tired (even though she was literally falling asleep mid-sentence), and Howard fighting sleep like it was his mortal enemy, but at last—at last—both kids are down.
And that means you finally get a moment to yourselves.
It had been too long since you and Tony had time for just you two, without interruptions or exhaustion taking over the second your heads hit the pillow. So when Tony pulled you into him the second you closed the door to your bedroom, his hands warm and greedy against your waist, it didn’t take much for things to escalate.
It wasn’t just need—it was relief. Relief that despite everything, despite the chaos of the last twenty-four hours, you still had this. You still had him. And he still had you.
Now, you’re both sprawled across the bed, tangled in each other, skin warm and flushed, your bodies still humming from the aftershocks of finally having time to reconnect.
Tony lies back against the pillows, shirtless, only wearing his pajama pants. His arm is draped behind his head, and his other hand lazily trails over your back as you sit up, reaching for the silk pajama set you’d left on the edge of the bed.
“You know, you don’t have to put that on,” Tony murmurs, voice heavy with sleep and satisfaction.
You scoff, slipping the silk top over your arms. “I do, actually. Because unlike someone, I remember that we have a very curious three-year-old who has no concept of knocking.”
Tony groans dramatically, running a hand over his face. “Right. Luna the Unstoppable.”
You laugh softly, buttoning up the top before pulling on the matching shorts. “Exactly. And I’d rather not traumatize her for life, thank you very much.”
Tony watches you with lazy admiration, his eyes trailing over your figure. Even after all these years, the way he looks at you still makes your skin feel warm.
“You’re gorgeous, you know that?” he murmurs.
You roll your eyes fondly but can’t hide the small smile tugging at your lips. “You’re just saying that because we just had sex.”
Tony smirks, reaching for your wrist and pulling you back onto the bed beside him. “Nah, I say that all the time. You’re the one who only believes me when you’re half-naked.”
You swat his chest playfully, but before you can say anything else, his phone buzzes. Then again. Then again.
Tony groans, rolling over to grab it from the nightstand. “Ugh. If this is some corporate nonsense, I’m quitting my own company.”
But when he unlocks the screen, both of you freeze.
Because his phone is absolutely blowing up.
Notifications flood the screen—texts, missed calls, Twitter mentions, news alerts, emails. Your own phone, still on the dresser, starts buzzing too.
“What the hell…” Tony mutters, sitting up.
You grab your own phone and check the notifications. The first thing you see is a trending topic:
#TonyStarkWasRight
Your breath catches as you click on it, scrolling through the tweets.
“For once, I actually agree with Tony Stark. Paparazzi need to leave celebrity kids alone. Period.”
“Tony Stark threatening to buy entire media companies just to fire people?? Iconic behavior. A legend.”
“This shouldn’t even be up for debate. Kids deserve privacy. No matter who their parents are. #TonyStarkWasRight”
Your mouth falls open as you keep scrolling. It’s not just regular people supporting him—celebrities, influencers, and even massive companies are weighing in.
One post from a major media company stands out:
“Following recent events, we will be revising our policies on publishing unauthorized photos of celebrity children. Privacy matters. #RespectBoundaries”
You turn to Tony, eyes wide. “Tony… people agree with you.”
He blinks, still processing as he scrolls through his own feed. “Huh.”
“Huh?” you echo. “That’s all you have to say?”
Tony smirks, throwing his phone onto the bed and stretching lazily. “I mean, of course they agree with me. I’m always right.”
You swat his arm. “Tony, I’m serious! I thought this would be a mess—like, lawsuits and debates and public backlash—but people are actually supporting us.”
He chuckles, pulling you closer until you’re curled up against his side. “Sweetheart, I’ve been a PR nightmare since the ‘90s. People are just used to me stirring up trouble. The difference is, this time, I was actually right.”
You shake your head in disbelief, still scrolling through the endless support pouring in online. “I can’t believe it. Even big companies are changing their policies. You—Tony Stark—actually made people rethink media ethics.”
Tony grins smugly. “I am pretty influential.”
You snort. “Oh, please.”
But beneath the usual Stark-level ego, you can tell he’s genuinely touched. You know he didn’t do this for clout—he did it for Luna. For Howard. For you. And seeing the world actually agree with him, rather than fight back or twist his words, means more than he’ll admit.
Tony presses a kiss to your temple, his voice softer now. “I told you, sweetheart. I’ll always protect my family. No matter what.”
You nuzzle into his chest, your fingers tracing idle patterns against his skin. “I know.”
For a while, neither of you say anything, just lying there in the quiet glow of your phones still lighting up with notifications.
Then Tony sighs dramatically. “You know what this means, right?”
You glance up at him. “What?”
He smirks. “Now I definitely have to buy a media company. Just to prove a point.”
You groan, laughing as you swat his arm again. “Tony, no.”
“Tony, yes.”
“Tony, we have two kids to raise.”
“Even more reason! I need to make sure their first headlines are, like, ‘genius billionaire heir builds rocket before kindergarten’, not ‘celebrity baby caught eating crayons.’”
You can’t help but laugh, shaking your head. “You’re impossible.”
“And yet, you love me.”
You sigh dramatically, snuggling into him. “Unfortunately.”
He grins, pressing a kiss to your forehead. “Lucky me.”
Tony stretches beneath you, arms lazily folding behind his head, a cocky smirk playing on his lips. His bare chest is still warm from your body, his muscles relaxed, but there’s an undeniable glint in his eyes—the kind of look that tells you he’s not done with you yet.
“Well, well, well,” he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. “Looks like I still got it.”
You scoff, propping yourself up on his chest, your fingers tracing over his arc reactor. “That’s what you’re focusing on right now?”
“Uh, yeah?” Tony gestures at himself. “Did you see that performance? That was vintage Stark—no enhancements, no extra tech, just pure skill.”
You roll your eyes, trying to bite back a laugh. “Oh my God, you’re ridiculous.”
“And yet,” he murmurs, flipping you onto your back with ease, hovering over you now, “you love it.”
Your breath hitches as he leans down, his mouth trailing teasingly along your jaw. His hands slide down your sides, slow, deliberate, and you know exactly where this is going.
“Tony,” you whisper, already feeling the heat rise between you again.
He grins against your skin, his voice low and full of mischief. “Round two?”
You let out a soft laugh, shaking your head, but you’re already pulling him closer. “You are insatiable.”
“Hey, I’ve got a reputation to maintain,” he murmurs, nipping at your earlobe.
You sigh, sinking into him, ready to lose yourself in him all over again—
—and then, of course, because your life is chaos, Howard wails.
Tony freezes above you, his face scrunching up in frustration. “Oh, come on!”
You groan, dropping your head back against the pillows. “Your son needs you, Mr. ‘Still Got It.’”
Tony sighs dramatically, rolling off of you and throwing an arm over his face. “Unbelievable. Betrayed by my own offspring.”
You swat at his chest, already reaching for your silk robe. “He’s six months old, Tony. He doesn’t know he just ruined your big moment.”
Tony mutters something under his breath about babies having “terrible timing,” but he sits up, running a hand through his messy hair as you go to settle Howard.
It doesn’t take long—he just needed a bottle and a little comforting. Within minutes, he’s calm again, safely back in his crib, tiny fists curling against his chest.
You tiptoe back into your room, shaking your head as you see Tony sprawled out dramatically on the bed, looking like a man who has suffered the greatest injustice.
“Really?” you tease, slipping under the sheets beside him. “You’re pouting?”
Tony huffs. “I was in the zone. I was about to give you the full experience.”
You laugh softly, nuzzling into him. “We live with a toddler and a baby, Tony. This is the full experience.”
He sighs, rubbing his face. “God, we’re never gonna be alone again, are we?”
You shake your head. “Not for, like… another eighteen years.”
Tony groans. “Fantastic.”
But despite his words, he still rolls over and pulls you against him, pressing his lips to your shoulder, his hands already wandering again.
You close your eyes, smiling, sinking into the warmth of him—
—and then the bedroom door creaks open.
Both of you go completely still.
A tiny sniffle breaks the silence.
“Mommy?”
You and Tony exchange a look.
Luna stands in the doorway, clutching her bunny, her little face scrunched up in distress.
You sit up immediately, pulling the covers up higher, your heart already melting at the sight of her. “Sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She sniffles again, rubbing her eyes. “Bad d’weam.”
Tony groans quietly beside you, muttering, “You have got to be kidding me.”
Luna takes a few slow steps toward the bed, her bottom lip wobbling. “Can sleep wif you?”
You’re about to say yes—because of course you are—but Tony lets out an exaggerated sigh, throwing his head back against the pillows.
“Luna, baby, listen,” he says, rubbing his temples. “You’re three now. You’re a big girl. Don’t you wanna sleep in your own room like a big kid?”
Luna frowns, considering it for about two seconds before she shakes her head. “Nope.”
Tony groans. “Figures.”
You bite back a laugh, watching him struggle. He wants to say no—he should say no—but you already know he’s not going to.
And sure enough, the second Luna takes another sniffly step closer, looking tiny in the dim glow of the nightlight, Tony’s whole demeanor softens.
“Oh, come here, you little con artist,” he mutters, sitting up and holding his arms out.
Luna immediately scrambles onto the bed, crawling straight into his lap and curling up against his chest.
You smile as Tony sighs dramatically, running a hand through her messy curls. “This is ridiculous,” he grumbles. “I used to be Iron Man. Now I’m a glorified stuffed animal.”
Luna lets out a sleepy giggle, nuzzling into him. “You soft, Daddy.”
Tony blinks, mouth opening and closing. “I—what? No! I am not soft.”
You smirk, settling back into the pillows. “Oh, you so are.”
He glares at you, but there’s no real heat behind it.
Luna yawns, already dozing off in his arms, and Tony lets out another resigned sigh. “This kid’s got me wrapped around her tiny little fingers,” he mutters.
You smile, reaching over to brush a strand of hair from his forehead. “She loves you.”
He exhales, his features softening as he looks down at the little girl nestled into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmurs, pressing a kiss to her curls. “I love her too.”
Luna shifts slightly, her tiny hands gripping Tony’s shirt as she sighs in her sleep.
You watch them for a moment, warmth spreading through your chest.
Tony catches you staring and raises an eyebrow. “What?”
You shake your head, smiling. “Nothing. Just… I love you.”
He smirks, shifting so that Luna is curled between the two of you. “Yeah, yeah. I still got it, huh?”
You roll your eyes, laughing softly. “Go to sleep, Tony.”
He grins, tucking Luna in a little closer.
And despite his earlier complaints, despite the interruptions, despite the lack of alone time—
You’ve never seen him happier.
maybe a part 2 with them trying for another kid and make it rom-com like the end of this part?
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SECRET PAST— sam wilson x buckys ex! reader
WARNINGS: mentions of past break ups.
Sam had been talking about her for weeks.
Bucky listened, sipping his beer as Sam went on about how smart, funny, and gorgeous his girlfriend was. He’d never heard Sam this way before—completely smitten. It was almost annoying, but Bucky found himself appreciating the warmth in Sam’s voice. After everything, they all deserved a little happiness.
“She’s gonna come by later,” Sam said, tapping his fingers against his glass. “Figured it was about time for my two favorite people to meet.”
Bucky raised an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“Yeah, man. You’ll like her.”
Bucky smirked, shaking his head. “That’s what you said about Torres, and the kid talks too damn much.”
Sam laughed. “Well, at least try to be nice this time.”
Bucky huffed but didn’t argue. He wasn’t one for socializing, but for Sam, he’d make an effort.
When there was a knock at the door, Sam’s face lit up. “That’s her.”
Bucky turned, expecting some stranger. Instead, the moment the door opened, he found himself staring at you.
His ex.
His stomach dropped.
Your body went rigid, the easy smile on your face vanishing as your eyes locked onto his.
No. No way.
Bucky felt like he had been sucker-punched. Memories of late nights, soft touches, and lingering arguments flashed through his mind in a dizzying blur. The walls he built. The way you tried to climb them. The way you finally walked away.
Your lips parted slightly, but no words came out. The tension was suffocating.
But Sam, oblivious as ever, grinned. “Babe, this is Bucky.”
You inhaled sharply, blinking back your initial shock before forcing a tight smile. “Bucky.”
His jaw clenched. He could see the recognition in your eyes, the same storm of emotions that was currently wrecking him. But instead of causing a scene, you played along.
Sam slung an arm around you, completely unaware of the past now standing in his living room. “Told you he was grumpy.”
Bucky swallowed the lump in his throat. “Nice to meet you,” he said stiffly, the lie bitter on his tongue.
Sam chuckled, completely missing the silent battle playing out between you and Bucky. “See? He’s already warming up to you.”
You laughed—forced, strained. “Seems like it.”
Bucky’s grip tightened around his beer bottle.
This was going to be a long night.
You tried your best to act normal, to pretend that sitting across from your ex-boyfriend—the same ex who spent months pushing you away—wasn’t completely messing with your head. But it was.
Sam, ever the gracious host, had no clue. He was in his own world, happily chatting about work, Torres’ latest antics, and how he was convinced Bucky needed to get a dog.
You barely heard a word.
At some point, you excused yourself, stepping onto the balcony for some air. Moments later, Sam followed, sliding the door shut behind him.
“Hey,” he said, slipping an arm around your waist. “You okay?”
You forced a smile, though your heart was racing. “Yeah, of course. Just needed a breather.”
Sam studied you for a second, his dark eyes softening. “You sure? You’ve been kinda off since you got here.”
You sighed, hesitating. You weren’t sure how to say it. How to tell him that his best friend was the same man who once held your heart before slowly, painfully, pushing you away.
“I didn’t know you were friends with… him.”
Sam frowned. “Him?”
You swallowed, glancing toward the living room where Bucky sat, nursing his drink.
Sam followed your gaze before looking back at you, confused. “Wait—do you two know each other?”
You hesitated. The truth was on the tip of your tongue, but before you could say anything—
“I was gonna grab another beer.”
Bucky’s voice cut through the moment.
You turned, your jaw tightening as he casually leaned against the doorway. His expression was unreadable, but there was something in his eyes—something almost challenging.
You glared at him, your annoyance bubbling over. If he thought you were just going to let him sit there, all smug and silent, he had another thing coming.
So you turned back to Sam, plastering on the sweetest smile you could manage.
“Baby,” you murmured, running your fingers along his jaw before leaning up to press a slow, lingering kiss to his lips. You could feel Bucky watching—feel his stare burn into you.
When you pulled away, Sam chuckled. “What was that for?”
You beamed. “Just because.”
Bucky exhaled sharply, clearly unimpressed.
You ignored him, smoothing a hand over Sam’s chest. “I’m gonna grab a drink. Want anything, babe?”
Sam shook his head, still smiling. “I’m good.”
“Okay,” you purred, pecking his cheek before slipping past Bucky—but not before side-eyeing him one last time.
Bucky rolled his eyes, muttering something under his breath as you disappeared into the kitchen.
Sam let out a breath, turning back to Bucky. “Alright, what the hell was that?”
Bucky took a swig of his beer. “What was what?”
Sam narrowed his eyes. “Man, don’t play dumb. You two were practically shooting laser beams at each other.”
Bucky sighed, dragging a hand down his face. “Look, it’s—” He stopped himself, shaking his head.
Sam crossed his arms. “Bucky.”
A long pause. Then—
Bucky grumbled, “We used to date.”
Sam blinked. “What?”
Bucky groaned, already regretting saying anything.
Sam’s eyes widened. “Wait—what?”
Sam stared at Bucky like he had just grown another arm.
“You dated?” he repeated, his voice somewhere between disbelief and amusement.
Bucky exhaled, rubbing his temple. “Yeah.”
Sam scoffed, shaking his head. “No way. No way. You’re telling me that my sweet, affectionate, emotionally available girlfriend actually dated you?”
Bucky shot him a look. “Thanks, man.”
Sam chuckled, still trying to process this. “When?”
“A few years ago,” Bucky muttered, swirling the beer bottle in his hand. “Didn’t last long.”
Sam frowned, his head tilting slightly. “Why not?”
Bucky hesitated. He could feel the weight of the past pressing down on him—the late-night arguments, the walls he refused to let down, the way you had tried and the way he had pushed.
He sighed. “Didn’t work out.”
Sam eyed him, unconvinced. “Oh, come on. I need more than that.”
Bucky leaned back against the couch, his jaw tightening. “She got fed up,” he admitted. “Said I kept shutting her out.”
Sam hummed, nodding. “Yeah, that checks out.”
Bucky shot him another glare.
Sam just smirked. “Hey, I’m just saying. You’re not exactly a sharing is caring type of guy.”
Bucky grunted. “Whatever.”
Sam shook his head, still trying to wrap his mind around it. “Man, this is crazy. She never mentioned you.”
Bucky snorted. “Can’t imagine why.”
Before Sam could respond, you walked back in, a fresh drink in hand. Your eyes flickered between them, instantly sensing the shift in the air.
You sighed. “He told you, didn’t he?”
Sam turned to you, his expression torn between amusement and curiosity. “Oh yeah. And I gotta say, babe, you have a type.”
You rolled your eyes, sipping your drink. “Please.”
Sam grinned, wrapping an arm around your waist. “Seriously, though. This is wild.”
You exhaled, meeting Bucky’s gaze. There was something unreadable there—something neither of you were ready to unpack.
But you weren’t here to dig up the past. You had moved on. You had Sam.
So, with one last glance at Bucky, you leaned into Sam’s embrace, letting yourself melt into the present.
Bucky looked away, taking another swig of his beer.
This was going to be very complicated.
The tension had settled—for now.
You had no intention of letting Bucky’s presence ruin your night. Sam was still the same affectionate, charming man who had swept you off your feet, and if anything, you were determined to remind yourself why you had moved on.
So, as the night went on, you got more comfortable, laughing at Sam’s jokes, touching his arm when he spoke, sneaking kisses when Bucky wasn’t looking. You wanted Bucky to see just how happy you were.
And honestly? You were.
At least, until Bucky started unintentionally cockblocking you at every turn.
Sam had finally managed to get you alone in the kitchen while Bucky was in the other room.
“You good?” Sam murmured, stepping closer. His large hands rested on your hips, his warmth sinking into you.
You nodded, your gaze dropping to his lips. “Yeah.”
Sam smirked. “You sure?”
You hummed, gripping the front of his shirt. “Maybe you should kiss me and find out.”
He didn’t need to be told twice. He leaned in, tilting his head slightly—
“Hey, Sam, you got any more beer?”
Bucky’s voice rang out just before he stepped into the kitchen.
You and Sam immediately pulled apart, though your irritation was obvious.
Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Seriously, man?”
Bucky, completely oblivious, glanced between you two and shrugged. “What?”
You huffed, folding your arms. “Nothing.”
But Sam just groaned, shaking his head.
—
Later that night, you and Sam curled up on the couch, his arm wrapped securely around you. The TV was on, but you weren’t really watching—it was more about enjoying the moment.
Sam pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head. “You comfy?”
You smiled, tracing patterns on his chest. “Very.”
Sam smirked, tilting your chin up. “Good, ’cause I was thinking we could—”
Thunk.
A heavy weight dropped onto the couch beside you.
Bucky.
He grabbed the remote, making himself right at home. “Cool. What are we watching?”
Sam let out a long, slow exhale, his head dropping back against the couch.
You glared at Bucky. “Are you serious?”
Bucky blinked at you. “What?”
Sam muttered under his breath, “Unbelievable.”
—
You weren’t going to let this night end without some alone time with Sam.
So when you finally made it to his bedroom, you wasted no time. You tugged him closer by the collar of his shirt, grinning against his lips as he pressed you against the door.
Sam chuckled, his hands slipping under your shirt. “Been wanting you all night, sweetheart.”
You sighed into him, fingers threading through his short curls. “Then show me.”
Just as his lips brushed against your neck—
Knock knock knock.
“Sam,” Bucky called from the other side of the door. “You seen my phone?”
You froze, groaning into Sam’s shoulder.
Sam closed his eyes, his hands flexing against your waist like he was using every ounce of restraint not to strangle Bucky.
“Man, are you serious?” Sam shouted.
“I lost it,” Bucky called back, completely unaware. “Figured I’d check.”
You smacked your forehead.
Sam took a deep breath, then turned to you with an apologetic look. “I swear, I’m gonna kill him.”
You sighed dramatically, stepping back. “I’ll help you hide the body.”
A few minutes later, Bucky finally left, and Sam just stood there, hands on his hips, shaking his head.
“He’s gotta be doing this on purpose,” Sam muttered.
You crossed your arms. “I don’t know if he’s oblivious or evil.”
Sam huffed a laugh, pulling you back into his arms. “I’ll make it up to you.”
You grinned. “Oh, you better.”
Sam leaned down, capturing your lips in a slow, deep kiss.
For the first time that night, it was just the two of you.
No Bucky interruptions. No distractions. Just you and Sam.
The bedroom was dimly lit, the soft glow of the bedside lamp casting warm shadows across Sam’s face as he held you close. His hands rested on your waist, his thumbs brushing slow, lazy circles against your skin.
“You good?” he murmured, studying you.
You smiled, wrapping your arms around his neck. “More than good.”
Sam smirked. “Yeah?”
You nodded, your fingers playing with the short curls at the nape of his neck. “I love you, Sam.”
His expression softened, and for a moment, he just looked at you—really looked at you, like he was letting the words settle deep in his bones.
Then, his hands tightened on your waist, pulling you even closer. “Say it again.”
Your smile grew. “I love you.”
Sam exhaled, his forehead resting against yours. “Damn, I love you too,” he murmured, pressing a lingering kiss to your lips. “You have no idea how much.”
And this time—thankfully—Bucky was nowhere in sight.
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Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince:
Chapter 12

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The Heartbreak Prince
"You’re staring…" Joris smirked and Charles immediately averted his gaze from Lauren.
"I’m just checking how much longer the food will take… I’m hungry." he said, looking back down into his book.
"Oh yeah you are hungry… but not for food." his best friend laughed.
"Stop it." Charles groaned.
"What? Am I wrong? Don’t think I didn’t see you adjusting your shorts when Lauren shows up wearing nothing but a bikini… especially the red one, that’s your favourite…"
Charles grabbed the pillow next to him and smashed it against his best friend’s face.
"I said stop it." he jumped up, leaving Joris behind who just chuckled.
Charles hastily walked inside, grabbing a cold water from the fridge and then left the kitchen again when Lauren called out his name.
"Are you okay?" her voice soft as he turned around.
"Sure, why you’re asking?"
"It sounded like you and Joris were arguing a little…"
"Wh-… no. No it’s fine, he’s just his normal annoying self…" Charles scratched the back of his neck, trying to look as comfortable and normal as possible.
"Oh. Okay… well, umm-… lunch is almost ready…" Lauren smiled at him and he nodded.
"Perfect, I’m starving! I just go and check on Ava, she was a little grumpy earlier." he walked off, straight into his bedroom.
The last days went by in a blur and with every new day he felt more and more drawn to Lauren. Everything felt natural with her. She fitted into his family like she always belonged to it. Everyone loved her. He understood why his mother was so full of praise for her. She was amazing. Funny and witty, bold but then again shy and sweet, always trying to make everyone feel good. Always trying to make everyone smile. And the way she took care of Ava made his heart almost burst. She was so loving and gentle with her. On the second day, after feeding her, Ava spit up all over her shoulder and back, but Lauren only laughed, cooing at her what a wonderful job she just did. She was always calm, making Ava no matter how fuzzy she was calm down as well. His mother called her a baby whisperer which Lauren only waved off but Charles agreed. She was a baby whisperer.
"Hey little princess… are you in a better mood now?" Charles leaned down, blowing raspberries at her and she began to happily babble "Yes you are… come on… let’s get you out of here… but first… new diaper… yep, definitely…"
10 minutes later he walked into the kitchen, a freshly changed Ava in his arms.
"Oh, hello little Miss Sunshine!" Lauren smiled at them and Ava began to wiggle in her father’s arms, chortling at her.
"Looks like she wants her favourite person to hold her…" Arthur joked when he grabbed the plates "And sadly it’s not me anymore…"
"You were never her favourite…" Charles rolled his eyes.
"Exactly that was me!" Pascale and Lorenzo said in unison and they laughed.
"Does anyone here consider me as her favourite?"
"You’ll always be her favourite… you’re her dad after all… there’s a special bond between you…" Lauren reassured him, washing her hands.
"Thank you, Lauren. Consider yourself my favourite person as well!" Charles said loudly, making his mother and brothers laugh, but when he looked at Lauren drying her hands he saw her cheeks being slightly flushed. He pretended like he didn’t notice and held Ava out to her and that beautiful smile made its way onto her face, lighting it up "Could you hold her for a moment? I have to go to the bathroom…"
"You don’t have to ask me twice!" she replied smiling at Ava who immediately snuggled into her, starting to play with Lauren’s necklace.
Charles walked back to his room, when he heard his phone ring. One quick glance and he already knew who called, making him groan. They couldn’t even let him have this family trip without bothering him. He picked up the phone, trying to stay calm.
"Hello?"
"Ah, Mr. Leclerc, and here I thought you lost your phone…" Cleo Bernoit.
"No, I haven’t. I’m just currently enjoying my summer break. Spending some well needed time with my daughter and family."
"That’s nice to hear. That’s exactly why I’m calling you. You and your daughter."
"What about me and my daughter?"
"Mr. Leclerc, we’ve talked about this. We just want what’s best for Ava. That’s what we told your lawyer as well, by the way…" she sounded annoyed.
"My lawyer only acts in my interest…"
"Making us sign NDA’s is in your interest? Why?"
"As you know, my life isn’t exactly quiet. Often I’m being followed by photographers and fans. I don’t want them to find out about Ava. Not yet when she’s this little. I have to protect her from the public’s eye. And with every person who knows about her, it’s more likely to come out that I have a daughter. So yes, letting you and everyone who has contact with me and therefore Ava sign a NDA is in my interest."
"That’s debatable but for now irrelevant. As soon as you’re back from your vacation, we’d like to visit you at home. We want to see how Ava’s days look like when you’re at home, or rather when you’re not at home…"
"When I’m coming back from my vacation the summer break is over and I have to work again…" Charles replied.
"Well, then I guess we pay your mother a visit… listen, Mr. Leclerc, you may not believe this, but as I explained to you already last week, we only want what’s best for Ava. We want her to grow up in a stable and safe environment. If you can provide that, you have nothing to worry about. Have a nice vacation." the CPS worker hung up, leaving Charles staring at his phone in silence for a while.
They already told him why they think his job isn’t the most suitable for a single father in the hospital and at last week’s call. He knew explaining it to them wouldn’t change their opinion. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t tell anyone about it besides his lawyer. Too scared to think much about it. What if they would decide he wasn’t a good enough father and took Ava away from him? What if he lost custody of her? All these thoughts were swirling inside his head, making him feel dizzy. His chest began to hurt, he felt his breathing constrict the more he thought about Ava being taken away from him. Her face that looked at him with her big eyes wide open, scared of the strange people taking her. Her cries and whimpers. Charles closed his eyes, trying to breathe but it didn’t work, it was like he forgot how to breathe in the last 30 seconds. He clutched his chest, right over his heart that was racing. His sight got foggy and he felt his knees buckling, touching the cold wood floor.
His ears were buzzing and he felt the bile rise up his throat when all of a sudden a warm and gentle hand on his shoulder woke him up from his frenzy.
"Charles?" a soft voice asked and he saw Lauren in his peripheral "Breathe with me, okay?"
She appeared in front of him, one hand still on his shoulder, the other one taking his hand in hers, squeezing it gently.
"Look at me, okay? Just follow my lead, deep breathe in… and out… in…. and out…"
Charles sight slowly sharpened again, the buzzing in his ears got quieter with each breath he took and his racing heart slowed down. His breathing was shaky, but he felt how his whole body slowly relaxed, the tightness and pain in his chest slowly ebbing away.
"You’re okay… everything will be fine… just breathe…" Lauren smiled at him and he swallowed hard.
Charles had no idea how long they sat like this. His eyes locked on Lauren’s. Breathing simultaneously with her.
"You feel better?" she whispered and he slowly nodded "Yeah? Okay, then come on, let’s get up…" she carefully pulled him up with her and then pushed him onto the edge of his bed before she turned away for a moment.
"Fuck…" Charles mumbled, ruffling his hair when Lauren handed him a glass of water "Thanks.."
She just smiled at him, squeezing his shoulder and then sat down next to him.
"Can I- can I ask what happened?" she whispered holding his gaze, her eyes sincere.
"I don’t know… honestly. One second I was fine and the next I couldn’t breathe, my chest hurt and everything was getting blurry…"
"You had a panic attack, Charles."
"What a fitting name…" he mumbled and closed his eyes.
"Was it the first time?"
"I think so… I mean I never felt like this before…"
"Did something happen?" her voice was soft and comforting and Charles could get lost in her eyes.
He wanted to tell her about the call he just received. His fears. But it wasn’t fair. He didn’t want to bother her with his problems and so he slowly shook his head.
"No… I was just thinking that next week I’ll be back in Maranello and the second half of the season starts…" Charles lied and Lauren nodded.
"Okay? And that’s scares you?" she asked.
"I’m not having the best season so far… and after the last weeks with you… with you guys here? Maybe not scared but it definitely doesn’t excite me as much as it used to…"
"Hmm… I understand. I honestly don’t know what to say… I’m not really into F1 to say much about it." Lauren replied shyly but Charles shook his head.
"It’s fine… you helped me, that’s enough!" he smiled, ruffling his hair "Can we please go now? I’m starving and the food you all prepared looked damn good!"
"Yeah! Sure! Let’s go!" she got up, giggling lightly, a sound that made Charles heart flutter.
"Lauren?" he called after her and she turned around "Can this- umm can what happened stay between us? I don’t want the others to be worried… I know I’m asking a lot…"
"No, it’s okay… I understand… your secret is safe with me…" she smiled and he sighed relieved. She stretched out her hand for him to take, wiggling it in front of him "And now come on! I’m starving too!"
Charles was lying on one of the sun loungers, his tired eyes softening as he watched Ava sleep on his chest. Her fluttering eyelids, plush lips, every gentle rise and fall of her tiny body with each of his breaths was like balm for his soul. Her adorable sounds like a melody to his ears, soothing him in a way nothing else could these days. He still felt the panic attack from 2 days before in his bones. The way his breathing constricted making him feel helpless. The upcoming visit of the CPS occupied his mind. He still had to tell his mother about it all, but he was too scared. Saying it out loud made it real. For now it was just like a dark cloud looming over Monaco for when he returned back home. The fear of losing Ava paired with the weight of the season, the failed upgrades, the race results that haven’t gone his way, it was all a lot to take in, but in a moment like this, where he watched his little girl sleep on his chest, they all seemed to fade into the background as he focused on the peaceful rhythm of Ava’s slumber. In the rare quiet moments Charles had with her, he could forget about it all. No fastest laps to race, no expectations to meet, no CPS to convince he was doing a good job as a father. Just the warmth of his little girl, her trust in him, and the overwhelming love he felt for her. In these moments, all the noise of the world seemed to disappear and he found comfort in her presence, like a shelter from the outside world. It made Charles realise that even when things weren’t going his way, he always had something to come home to that made all the blood, sweat and tears worthwhile. He knew he would do everything for her. He would give his life for her.
"Charles?" his mothers soft voice made him look up from his little girl "You should lay down inside… it’s quite hot out here and you’ve been laying here for quite a while now…"
"What time is it?" he mumbled, looking at her.
"It’s half past 3…"
"Oh yeah… I lost track of time. I was lost in my thoughts…" he sighed.
"Yeah, I could tell…" she sat down on the chair next to him "Do you want to talk about it?"
"Yes… but not now. I need a day or two to sort it all out in my head." he sat up carefully, making sure to not wake up Ava "I didn’t even realise how hot it was?" he felt the sweat dripping down his face, wiping it away before he felt Ava’s skin "She feels a little warm…"
"It’s okay… just go inside and both have something to drink." Pascale smiled and he nodded, walking up the stairs of the terrace and then inside.
The fresh air gave him goosebumps and he cradled Ava closer to his chest when he walked towards the kitchen. He got greeted with the polished steel door of the fridge, hearing someone rummaging through it before closing it. Lauren turned and flinched and she looked for a moment like a deer caught in headlights.
"Oh hi… gosh you scared me!" her voice shaky.
"Sorry! I just wanted to grab something to drink for us." Charles replied and the girl nodded, already grabbing one of Ava’s bottles from the sink "You don’t have to, I can-…"
"It’s okay…" Lauren smiled and grabbed the formula, carefully measuring the scoops. While she watched the water warm up to the right temperature, she grabbed a glass from the cupboard over her and opened the fridge again "Just plain water is boring. I cut in some fruit or cucumber and mint. What would you like?"
"Umm-… I try the cucumber and mint one." Charles smiled at her and watched her fill his glass "Thanks." he took the glass from her and tried it "Pretty refreshing. And not boring."
"Right?" she smiled and prepared Ava’s formula, shaking the bottle before she squirted a little something on her wrist making Charles cock an eyebrow.
"You know that the water will heat up to the exact right temperature, that’s the whole point of this gadget…"
"I know… but I just don’t trust it. I don’t want it to be too hot and hurt Ava…" she shrugged and Charles felt his insides warm again.
"You’re too sweet…" the words were out before he could do anything against it and Lauren blushed immediately "I mean… the way how you look out for Ava, not even just Ava, for me? When Maman said you’re the sweetest girl, I didn’t know what she meant. Now I do."
"I owe your mum a lot… so yeah, that’s my way of thanking her…" she mumbled and handed him Ava’s bottle.
"And it’s a sweet way. A very caring way. Thank you…" Charles smiled and left the kitchen to sit down on the sofa, just right in time for Ava to squirm around, opening her eyes looking at him "Hey girlie… did you have a good sleep?"
As if she understood him she nodded slightly and then yawned, making an adorable sound. But it didn’t take long for her to start crying and he already grabbed the bottle, feeding her.
"There you go… already prepared, no need to cry, princess." he smiled at her leaning back into the cushions.
He watched her face, how her tiny nose scrunched up, her eyes half open, cheeks slightly pink from just waking up, when Lauren walked past him carrying two big plates outside. Everything she did, she did effortlessly. She always looked graceful. Always looked well put together. Even in the morning, after just waking up and she was just wearing shorts and a top, she still looked perfect. He couldn’t stop looking at her and his mother’s words about how she could’ve been a supermodel if she wanted to, were omnipresent in his mind because his mother was right. She really could be a supermodel. But a real one. Wearing beautiful gowns in the runways in Milan or Paris. Not these wannabe social media models.
"Charles?" this time he flinched, when Lauren stood in front of him "Sorry!"
"No, it’s okay, I was just umm- lost in my thoughts!" he said quickly, smiling at her.
"Oh, good thoughts?" she cocked and eyebrow, smirking.
"Umm-… yeah, I’d say so."
"Good. That’s really good… here, I made you a fruit plate as well…" she sat down a plate full of melon, pineapple and mango chunks, strawberry half’s and blueberries and he realised that the two big plates she carried outside must’ve been fruit plates for the rest of them by the pool "And some more water, you need to stay hydrated, you know."
"Thanks Lauren…" it was really like he said, she was the sweetest.
"Let’s trade, I get the little princess, and you can have your snack…" she held out her hands a moment later she was feeing Ava, looking at her lovingly.
"I honestly have no idea how we would’ve survived this vacation without you…" Charles said after a while and Lauren looked at him "It’s not just that you look out for Ava and me, but everyone! I’ve seen it. You make everyone around you feel good. Always prepare little snacks here and there. Make sure that everyone stays hydrated or puts on enough sunscreen…"
"I guess that’s just a part of me since I’m a nurse… I can’t help it but to make people feel good and look out for them… especially if it’s people I like a lot… and I do… like you all a lot…" she replied shyly, her cheeks again slightly red.
It was adorable how fast Lauren blushed. The tinniest of compliments or nice things about her being said already made her blush and she turned shy. Always deflecting and asking for them to stop. She wasn’t anything special or wasn’t doing anything special. But she was wrong. She was. She was something special.
"Oh good job, Ava! That was a good little burb!" Lauren cooed at the little girl who began to babble happily, playing with Lauren’s hair "You like hair, hmm? Maybe you’ll become a hairdresser just like your grandma when you’re older?"
Charles chuckled. Watching the two girls next to him have a kind of conversation, while happily snacking the fruits Lauren had prepared for him. It was easy with her around. Just watching her and Ava. Like it always was like this. Maybe it could be something, that always would be like this, too.
"And you’re staring again…" Joris chuckled and Charles groaned "It’s okay. You can just admit it."
"Why don’t you just shut up, hmm?" he said and looked away from Lauren, stretching out next to Carla with Ava in her lap, laughing at what she just said.
Joris was right, he couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. The way the red bikini clung to her skin seemed almost too perfect, catching the sunlight with every subtle movement. Every curve of her body seemed perfectly sculpted, the fabric hugging her in all the right places, and he could feel a deep heat rise within him. His heart raced, a mixture of desire and something deeper, but the attraction was undeniable. But again it wasn’t just her beauty that held him in place, rooted like he was in some trance. It was the way she interacted with Ava. Her tiny hands seemed to reach out for her every time she spoke softly to her. Every laugh, every tender word she whispered to his little girl, made his insides feel as though it was melting. There was something about the way she was with his daughter that stirred something deep within him. Over the past weeks he realised that he had never seen anyone make such a natural, effortless connection with Ava. And the longer he watched her, the more he realised that it wasn’t just Lauren’s physical beauty that enchanted him. It was her warmth, her kindness, the way she was able to make his daughter giggle, her big eyes sparkling.
"You know, it’s kinda obvious that you have a thing for her, that you’re more than attracted to her… so why not act on it?" Joris said after a while and Charles thought about his words.
He shifted uncomfortably, his pulse quickening as he tried to force his thoughts to calm down, but it was no use. Joris was right. His own body betrayed him with every lingering glance and he got up, groaning.
"Just shut up!" he hissed before he jumped into the pool, needing to cool down.
"Sure. That’s also an option…" Joris laughed but Charles ignored him, swimming a few lengths to get his mind out of the gutter.
For now he had other problems to focus on. With their vacation coming to an end in 3 days he knew that he had to talk to his mother about the CPS. And he dreaded it already. He needed a clear head for it. So he swallowed down whatever it was he felt for Lauren and prepared himself to tell his mother about what was to come as soon as she would return to Monaco with Ava.
"You’re kidding, right? Your job?" Pascale looked at Charles with big eyes.
"They are afraid that I can’t take care of her, because of my job and dropping her off at yours all the time can’t be the solution. They say as her father I have to be more present in her life. It’s important for- umm what did they say? Bonding? Form a bond? Well yeah I told them that it’s not so easy with my job and that taking her with me is not an option because how is that gonna work? But they were very clear that they will have an eye on me and also pay me or rather you a visit as soon as we’re back to see how Ava lives. How a normal day looks for her…"
"And that all just because you were responsible and went to the hospital with her when you weren’t sure what to do?"
"Apparently I should’ve known it myself… or better I should have a girlfriend or wife who should’ve known it…" Charles was exhausted, plopping down on the sofa.
"Now that’s just… that’s just stupid. Ava is your first child, it’s normal to not know everything! And she’s the happiest little girl, it’s not fair of them to make you feel like you’re a bad father when you’re doing everything that you can to be the best dad for her!" Pascale sat down on the coffee table, taking her son’s hands in his "Don’t let them make you believe you’re not a good father, okay? The sacrifices you make to keep Ava safe? To make sure she’s healthy and happy? Don’t believe for one second that what they are saying is the truth!"
"I’m trying to, I swear… but it’s hard. Because to some degree, they are not that wrong. Most of the time she’s with you instead of me…"
"Because you have a very demanding job! One that isn’t easy at all. But one that will provide your daughter with everything she’ll ever want and need!"
"I know. And that’s why I’m just so… gosh I don’t know…" he swallowed hard and his mother squeezed his hands.
"Don’t be so hard on yourself… you’ll find a solution. We’ll find one…"
"I don’t know, Maman. I mean, what am I supposed to do?" Charles got up, pacing back and forth "I can’t stop racing. It’s my job. My career. My life!"
Pascale thought for a moment. The thought she had for weeks now coming back to her mind and she got up as well.
"I have an idea…" she said slowly, a mischievous smile forming on her lips when she looked outside and Charles followed her look, his eyes landing on Lauren, Ava in her arms, swaying her slowly around.
"I’m listening?"
"Lauren." Pascale simply said.
"Lauren?" Charles repeated, cocking an eyebrow "That’s it. That’s your idea? Lauren?"
"You need a full time nanny. One who travels with you to your races and all…"
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man on fire ═ chapter two
[ J. Yunho ]

chapter two: you coming?
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summary: yunho was hongjoong’s right hand man, his best dealer, his best racer, last thing yunho needed was to get distracted by a cop’s daughter
warning: possessive yunho, weed dealer yunho, stoner yunho, street racer yunho, corruption kink, size kink, use of drugs, dom yunho/sub reader, unprotected sex, creampie, choking, spanking, biting, yunho is hung, public sex, car sex
pairing: yunho x afab/reader
genre: smut, drama, angst, romance
word count: 2.9k
chapter one
chapter three coming soon
masterlist
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“Stop looking at me like that.” Y/N turned the blinker on, both hands gripping the steering wheel as she took a left turn towards the animal shelter where Seonghwa had been working at. “I didn’t tell you so you can tease me about it.”
“I didn’t say anything.” Seonghwa was smiling, a pleased, surprised and teasing smile. Y/N had told him what happened Friday night between herself and Yunho.
“But you want to.” Y/N stated, parking just out front of the animal shelter, waving at San who was standing outside, a leash gripped in his hand whilst getting back from walking one of the dogs.
“Hey, Y/N!” San was handsome and probably one of the most nice and friendly people you could ever meet. He had made himself a home in y/n and Seonghwa’s life, their closest friend other than each other. “When are we gonna get to meet this mystery guy you have been seeing, San?”
San blushed, avoiding y/n gaze. “We’re not dating.” He gripped the leash, the dog he was walking trying to follow after a bird that flew by. “Oh.” Y/N smirked at him where she looked over the console, through the passenger window. “So you’re just fucking him?”
Y/N was sure San’s face couldn’t get any redder. “Don’t let her tease you, San.” Seonghwa smirked at Y/N leaning down to peer back into the car. “She was just fucking someone the other night.”
“Oh, really?” San was now leaning with Seonghwa into the window of the passenger seat. “Does this mean you dumped that asshole?”
Y/N rolled her eyes at them. “Great. Now I will have both of you teasing me over this endlessly.” San and Seonghwa giggled at her. “Who was it?” San was curious, y/n wasn’t exactly the one night stand type. “One of Hongjoong’s friends.” Answered Seonghwa.
“Which one?” San seemed to stiffen a little, waiting almost anxiously. “Yunho.” Seonghwa grinned and San seemed to relax, smirking once again at y/n. “Oh, good choice.” He teased. “He fixed my car a few weeks ago, nice hands.”
Y/N glared at them as she turned her keys to crank her car back up. Both Seonghwa and San jumped back, the dog on the leash barking loudly when y/n car rumbled, a loud bang resounding under the hood followed by smoke.
“Seriously!” Y/N exclaimed, stepping out of the car and slamming the door shut. “I’ll call Hongjoong.” Seonghwa pulled his phone from his pocket. “Perks of dating someone who owns a garage.”
“They didn’t even charge me last time.” San nodded, reaching down to scratch the dog, a white and brown chunky bulldog, on the head. “My dad is gonna kill me for missing lunch.” Y/N promised to meet him for sushi, she hadn’t seen him in person in a couple of weeks due to how busy his job kept him.
“He might send out officers to look for you.” San joked causing y/n shove him. “That’s not funny.”
Because her dad would totally do something like that.
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“Yunho?”
Yunho was finishing up replacing the window in Seonghwa’s car, he even gave his black 2022 Kia K5 a little tune up as an apology for knocking the window out and pulling all the wiring out to hot wire it, something else Yunho had to fix.
“Yeah?” He didn’t look at Hongjoong, pressing the button down on the driver’s door to make sure the new window rolled up and down right. “Seonghwa called, y/n car broke down, need you to go tow it here.”
Yunho stiffened, finger paused on the window button. Last time he saw y/n was early Saturday morning, she had thought he was asleep when she crawled off of him in the backseat of his car where after she had ridden him in the passenger seat, he had taken her again in the back, the feel of her legs wrapped around him still lingering like a phantom sensation.
“Where are they?” He unzipped the blue mechanic uniform, letting it sag at his waist, tying the sleeves together so it would stay. The black tank top he had on underneath a welcome relief to the summer heat.
“Animal shelter, same place you had to tow San’s that time.” Hongjoong wasn’t looking at him, gaze down at some paperwork in his hands. Yunho washed his hands off as Wooyoung leaned against the wall beside the sink with a mischievous grin on his face. “Try not to fuck her in the tow truck this time.”
Yunho shoved him. Wooyoung had been teasing him the last two days. It’s not that Yunho told him what happened, but him and y/n weren’t exactly discreet that night, and Wooyoung had woke up along with Yeosang at the rocking of Yunho’s car echoing around the garage. “Shut the fuck up.”
Wooyoung giggled, following him to the tow truck outside. “Don’t let Jongho find out.” Wooyoung glared, covering his eyes slightly from the bright sun. “I think he has a crush on her.”
Yunho rolled his eyes, climbing into the truck. Last thing he needed was Jongho pouting at him because he fucked the girl he liked. Not that Yunho was aware that his roommate liked y/n, he hadn’t said anything or made it obvious.
The drive across town to the animal shelter consisted of Yunho running a red light and trying to convince himself y/n was just a one night stand. He assumed the little red 2019 Ford Mustang parked in the front was her car, backing the tow truck up so that he could hook the car up.
“Y/N, your boyfriend is here!” San was giggling the moment he saw Yunho. Y/N eyes widened when Yunho’s tall figure walked inside. There was a small grease smudge on his left cheek and the black tank top he had on did wonders in displaying his toned arms.
“What happened?”
His voice was like a slap to the face. Y/N knew her face was flushed from the way she felt the heat in her cheeks. Seriously, who just walks around looking that casually hot in mechanics clothes? His hair was hidden under a worn navy blue Nike hat and y/n cursed under her breath where only San could hear. “Fuck.”
He was looking right at her and y/n didn’t know what to say because she had zero knowledge about cars other than how to drive them. “It just banged and started smoking and now it won’t crank.”
“Just sounds like a blown head gasket.” Yunho shrugged like it was no big deal. “You coming?” He was still staring at y/n, a tension suddenly like static in the room around them.
“Fuck….” Yunho was gripping her thighs, buried what felt like deeper inside of her, from his spot between her legs. His shirt was gone, somewhere on the floorboard with his pants and y/n own clothes. “you feel that?”
He brought one of his large hands to splay it across her abdomen. Y/N felt another orgasm ripping at her when he grabbed her hand and made her feel where the bulge of him, the length of him, thrusted in her. “You coming?” His own orgasm was about to hit as well.
“Come with me, sweetheart.”
It’s like Yunho knew exactly what she was thinking about because now he was smirking at her. Y/N ignored the looks San and Seonghwa were giving her, all knowing smiles and teasing eyes as she grabbed her purse, following Yunho.
He opened the passenger door of the tow truck, waiting for her to climb inside, his gaze lingering on the view of her ass through the jean shorts she had on, just like the ones he had ripped off of her a couple nights ago.
Y/N avoided looking at him as they drove in silence other than the music playing on low from the radio. The silence was rudely interrupted when a familiar white car sped in front of them making Yunho have to slam his foot on the brakes.
Y/N gasped, her seatbelt holding her back from falling forward. It was a good thing that Yunho had just turned down a more worn road, no cars other than a small taxi passing them.
“Motherfucker!” Yunho was out of the truck faster than y/n could remove her seatbelt. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” He had slammed Han against the hood of his car the second y/n ex boyfriend stepped out of it.
Y/N finally got her seatbelt off, almost tripping out of the tow truck. Her eyes widened at the sight of her ex, Yunho’s hands gripping his shirt, baring down at him. “Han, what the hell are you doing?”
“I saw your car on the back of this assholes truck!” Han exclaimed like that was an excuse to almost cause a crash. “Can I hit him?” Yunho’s voice was dangerous, dark and threatening. It took y/n a second to realize he was asking her permission to beat her ex boyfriend’s ass.
“Han just go!” Y/N wanted nothing to do with him. She dumped him for a reason. “I’m allowed to be worried about who my girlfriend is with.” He argued.
“I’m not your girlfriend.” Y/ N jaw clenched, glaring at him, maybe she should let Yunho beat his ass. “I broke up with you, remember?” She was standing just a little distance beside Yunho now, staring down at Han with pure hatred in her eyes. “Because you cheated on me.”
Yunho arched a brow, sneering at Han. “You have to be the dumbest asshole I’ve ever met.” He wanted to rub it in Han’s face, tell him that he probably didn’t know what to do with y/n anyways. Rub it in his face that Yunho had fucked her just right but y/n would probably kick his ass if he did.
“Fuck you.” Han shoved Yunho off of him, only because Yunho had let up on his grip. “I want a rematch.”
Yunho laughed which only seemed to piss Han off more. Y/N found that she liked his laugh. It was giggly, bubbly and infectious. Nothing like what she expected to leave him.
The way the laughter subsided was scary though, the look Yunho now gave Han was also scary and y/n briefly remembered the glimpse of the gun in Yunho’s waistband that night. “I win, I get your car.”
Y/N saw Han hesitate, almost as if he were gonna say forget it, but his cockiness and pride won. “Deal.”
Yunho had that same arrogant smirk he had the first night he raced Han. “Friday. Make sure you bring the pink slip.”
Han glanced at Y/N, there was a betrayed expression on his face mixed with malice. “You know her dad is the same one that’s been trying to catch your ass?”
Y/N furrowed her brows together, noticing the way Yunho’s demeanor shifted, his jaw clenched for a second before he relaxed. She couldn’t hear what Yunho was about to say as he towered over Han, voice low, smirking.
“What is he gonna do,” Yunho challenged, he could care less about detective Kim Junmyeon being y/n dad, he’d been after them for almost two years and still had nothing. “arrest me for giving her the best dick she’s ever had?”
Han swung at him, Yunho dodging him causing him to stumble and fall to the pavement. “Make sure you get a good wash,” Yunho patted the roof of Han’s car. “I like my cars pristine.”
Y/N was completely screwed. Her ex boyfriend was groaning on the ground after making a complete fool of himself and all she wanted to do at the moment was have a round three with Yunho because, fuck, he was hot and y/n was completely sober now and totally turned on.
“Let’s go.”
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Yunho had her car fixed early morning the next day. He had dropped y/n off a block away from where she would meet her dad yesterday, not wanting the man to see him considering her father wanted nothing more than to apparently see Yunho in a cell.
Her car was finished up just an hour after y/n arrived by Seonghwa and his newly fixed car the next day, kept company by Jongho when her best friend couldn’t stay due to already being a few minutes late for work. She found out Jongho and Yunho were roommates, living together for the last three years.
“And don’t let him intimidate you,” Jongho looked over to where Yunho slammed the hood of y/n car back down, wiping his hands on a yellow grease stained hand towel. “He’s actually like a puppy.”
Y/N found that hard to believe. Yunho might have the face of the perfect boy next door but he was anything but from what she’d seen so far.
“I’m serious.” Jongho leaned in like what he had to say was top secret. “He can’t sleep without his Spiderman blanket.” Y/N giggled, not sure if Jongho was joking or not.
The thought of Yunho in his 6ft plus stature, hard gaze and the way he had worked her body, having to have a Spiderman blanket seemed insane.
“Dude, you’re like 5 days late.” Wooyoung’s loud voice grabbed their attention. The red head was walking up to a new face y/n didn’t know.
“Shit.” Jongho stood up from where he had been sitting with y/n on the old worn couch. “Jooheon!” Y/N watched Jongho greet the man with dimples so prominent it would give San competition.
Her gaze was blocked suddenly by clanging and dangling of her keys being held in her face. The finger that was looped through the little ring of her fluffy neon green heart keychain very distracting.
Yunho poked his tongue against the inside of his cheek, trying not to grin knowingly. Last time his fingers were that close to her, they were buried knuckles deep in her cunt.
Y/N blinked, reaching up and taking her keys from him. Her thoughts went exactly to where his had. “Thank you.” She needed to hurry up and meet up with her dad. He had called not long after Seonghwa had dropped her off. Y/N left out what garage she had gotten her car towed to, Han’s words ringing in her ear.
“You know her dad is the same one that’s been trying to catch your ass?”
Y/N followed Yunho over to her car on the other side of the garage. Wooyoung and Jongho had disappeared with Jooheon into the little off limits backroom. “Are you really going to take Han’s car?”
She had been thinking about it, she knew Yunho would win but she was curious if he would truly just take her ex boyfriend’s car for his own.
Yunho darted his tongue out, wetting his lips as he pulled his hat off, tossing it on the little workbench to the side. “It’s not the first car I’ve taken.”
Y/N was thinking and she probably shouldn’t be, her thoughts on what Seonghwa had done at the last race. She was asking him before she could stop herself. “Could I ride with you? Seonghwa said it’s like a roller coaster ride and, I want to see Han’s face when you win.”
When you win.
She said it so sure of it. Said it like it was a given that Yunho had already won the race and he found himself moving closer towards her without thinking.
Y/N backed against the driver’s door of her car, Yunho towering in front of her, his arms coming to cage her in on both sides, skilled hands resting atop the roof. “You want an adrenaline high?”
Yunho couldn’t help himself, she was so intoxicating, like that feeling he got every time he won a race. It was y/n that closed the small little space separating them.
The kiss was all tongue and small clash of teeth. It was hungry and desperate. Y/N gripped Yunho’s black tank top, her keys digging into her hand as she did. They were pressed together so tightly it felt suffocating in the best way.
Yunho had just glided his right hand down to grip her leg, letting her wrap it around his waist, lifting her, when y/n phone began to ring from her purse she had dropped on the concrete floor the second Yunho backed her up against her car.
Yunho let her slide her body back down, moving away from him while he groaned low. She snatched her purse up, rummaging through it for her phone, pulling it out and groaning herself at her dad’s contact lighting up the screen.
“I have to go.” Y/N waited as Yunho drove her car out of the garage, thanking him and taking over the place behind the wheel.
Yunho leaned into the driver’s side window, he had the faintest glimpse of that charming, boyish smile y/n had seen before. “To answer that question of yours,” just as quickly as the smile tried to appear, it was replaced by that damned smirk of his.
Y/N briefly wondered what question he was referring to, her brain had went a little fuzzy when she kissed him, then remembered she had asked to ride with him during his race with Han.
“I’ll see you Friday.”
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I need you all to understand that at least half of Clara’s decision making is based on ‘well… this may as well happen’ and also ‘I bet this’ll be funny to watch’
#she’s like. posted up leaning on the doorway watching you vibes. not malicious in any way but definitely also laughing at you#idk like. Clara views all people the way that people generally view children: as an amusing and charming creature learning about the world#anybody somebody does something weird she’s like ‘well hey let’s see what happens’#unfortunately this ranges from fun stuff like being easy to get along with and making people feel better abt themselves#to like. getting herself injured or kidnapped or whatever bc the ‘something weird’ was a villain who decided to be interested in Clara#and she was like ‘oh that’s funny. sure let’s try it’#the dichotomy of man#ooc.#headcanon.#she is kicking her feet grinning w her chin in her hands watching everybody fail to do things she loves it
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friend notoriously bad at videogames said shed play marvel rivals with me tomorrow chat if i never post after tomorrow night its because a blood vessel bursted
#marvel rivals#snap chats#AT LEAST WE’LL HAVE OUR OTHER FRIEND THERE BUT god.#she funny as hell she just suddenly called me and was like ‘i saw your twitter. do you wanna play marvel rivals tomorrow’#and then she proceeds to be like ‘wait so who do you main. other than magneto’ Motherfucker with a capital M#NO I SWEAR IM NOT A ONE TRICK i really like wanda hawkeye and jeff….#NO SHE SAID ONE MORE THING SHE WAS LIKE ‘wait are charles and magneto the same guy’ and she tries to Just Kidding her wait outta it#Note whenever she says Just Kidding she’s trying to cover her ass I PROMISE I WAS LIKE /KAYLA. BE SERIOUS./#and then she was like ‘who’s the friendlier one of the two’#and then i had to hit her with the Technically People Think Theyre Both Varying Degrees Of Asshole. however charles probably wont bite you#and THEN SHE WAS LIKE ‘ok well you should draw magneto surprising charles with jollibees’ AND I. NO SHE THINKS MY EXISTENCE SURROUNDS JB#AND THIS GAL HAD THE GAUL TO BE LIKE ‘oh do you know how to make it since its a big part of your culture’#i was flabbergasted frankly. ‘oh you guys really like jollibees so you know how to make it right’ i screamed#LIKE ????ISJAJSJSJSJ i cant stress the anomaly this girl is i wish you all could meet her so you understand me#AND LIKE SURE I LOVE JBS but she only ever mentions puto and jollibees to me like kayla. there is more to PH culture than that sjKakss#its really funny with the ??? shit she says i cant lie#she was all ‘oh is the winter soldier in the game ? you should play him hes cool :) and from jersey :) ok well his actor is but—‘ LIKE DKSKS#‘snap arent you being a little mean’ no trust and believe AND I HAVE WITNESSES#i have stupid amounts of stories with her. like she tried to excuse being dumb by sayin shes a capricorn#we’re literally both capricorns and she was born two days before me I Cannot. Do You Understand Me.#anyways. she said i should stream me playing rivals would anyone care about that#i kinda wanted to …. i think it’d be fun…. plus i miss streaming :(#ok byebye for now my bros almost home and i said id let him play so i could work on comms#i mean thats assuming he wants to play. if not uhhhhhhh#anyways BYE. ill tell yall how the game goes tomorrow night if i dont die of a stroke#again at least our other friend’ll be there so someone can laugh at my pain
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for jadeite, is zhonglis human identity considered missing in his world? would it be weird that he disappeared at that time? also did the other qiqi switch bodies to our qiqi?
yep, he's considered missing. as for qiqi, you'll have to find out hahah,,
#hu tao had suspected he was an adeptus of sorts#but when rex lapis fucking dies and there's not a single adeptus unaccounted for in their latter joint investigation w the qixing#she's like#oh my god#was zhongli actually the geo archon#what the fuck??#she has a quiet meltdown and doesn't tell anyone#i can't think of anyone else who would make the connection#so to everyone else it's just that mister zhongli tragically went missing#but hu tao is the only one who knows for sure that he's dead#actually we could make the archon quest revolve around hu tao trying to get the traveler to help her make a funeral for rex lapis#while not knowing how to go about doing so#and trying not to let it slip that the stuff she ends up settling on is bc of things she thinks zhongli would've liked#the traveler: why would rex lapis want this random assortment of things for his funeral rites#hu tao; thinking about zhongli: uhhhh-#idk how this would all play out with the fatui#but since the contract was never technically fulfilled#i think the tsaritsa knows that she's still beholden to it and so she can't exactly tell tartaglia what was going on#and signora thinks it's funny that he'll never know and she ends up accidentally taking the secret to the grave#so childe never finds out either
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update: still in burnout/seasonal affective hell (and now i'm snowed in ✌️) BUT I have found out that I can watch various episodes of River Monsters, Mythbusters, and Kitchen Nightmares for free, completely legally (not sarcasm). so that's nice
#i'm trying to think of what other shows I loved growing up.#my mom let me watch house and scrubs with her sometimes. and i liked a lot of hgtv shows but they were all paywalled when I checked :(#i remember watching a lot of how it's made too.#omg and I had billy the exterminator MEMORIZED. he relocated so many venomous snakes and he's why I love them so much today.#not sure why my at-the-time devout catholic mother was letting me at 7 watch some punk pick up rattlesnakes but i love her for it.#tbh he's one of those people i have vowed to learn nothing about to preserve my childhood respect and reverence towards him.#it was GENUINELY a huge formative influence for me and I credit my love of reptiles to that show and random documentaries.#jgndkfjgndfkjg oh god also re: other shows- this one's maybe a little niche but my grandpa always had Hee-Haw reruns on when i visited.#does ANYONE here know what I'm talking about???? that variety show with the donkey in the intro?#i mean. I have *no* interest in rewatching that one ngl lmao.#there is no doubt in my mind that a country show from the 60s to the 90s aged weirdly. it's not on my to-watch list.#it was just familiar background noise to me as a kid but my grandpa lovedddd that show so much.#tbh i'm not sure what my granny watched when i was a kid but NOW she just watches golden girls and friends and rhett and link 😭#she loves good mythical morning. ''they're good southern boys'' she says. it's so fucking funny to me.#she loves these youtubers so much jkgndfkjgnfd#I should get her some gmm merch.
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just randomly remembered that during my like 10+ attempts at the shadow yukiko fight i more or less consistently ran out of revival beads so yosuke was just dead (well unconscious but whatever) on the ground for like half the fight gfhfjvhfhfhd-
#puppy rambles#persona 4#p4#as much as i love him he's not always the most useful. that fight is one of those times-#still always keep him in the party though. perfect p4 team to me is yosuke teddie and naoto#i haven't gotten to naoto joining the party yet but i love her. trans icon. vibing naoto is the best thing to happen to the persona 4 fandom#and yosuke and teddie are my favorites of the investigation team thus far. the others are all very close but they're above the others#dunno why i like yosuke so much. souyo is def part of it#and teddie is very very silly. idk why people hate him so much like yea he can be kinda annoying but he's only existed for a few months#he doesn't understand social cues yet. he's just autistic leave him alone vhgbhmfhdf- /hj#i feel like a lot of persona characters have autism vibes but that's probably at least partially just me projecting#at the very least i'm sure we can all agree that aigis and marie do. autism arcana#that's. probably why they're my favorite girls ggyfubhngd-#aigis is easily my favorite persona character. she's cute and also silly :3 and bisexual i love the bisexual toaster and her doors <3#(aikoto + hamugis polycule for the win. makoto and kotone aren't dating obv. ryoji's also dating both of them separately#)#and marie is cute and also silly i'm totally dating her. love how persona technically lets you polyamory so long as you don't date everyone#i have to max her social link for the golden-exclusive content anyway so might as well#‚‚‚ this post got derailed. i like the part where i talked about my beloved persona 3 bisexual polycule#p4's def the best persona game i think but i love p3 very much too. makoto kotone aigis and ryoji are unsurprisingly my faves#really love yukari too. i spent several hours trying to figure out how to add mods to p3p so i could date her as kotone#it was not successful. i'll probably get it on steam when i inevitably play it gghdhchvhv-#and i'll get reload at somepoint too. probably on steam at least first so i can use the kotone mod i need my girlie#makoto is also great i love him. emo non-binary icon. but also silly girlboss. they're both so mentally unwell#that reminds me of a drawing i have in my drafts i should post that#oh also it's aikoto week apparently??? which is very poggers. idk the prompts but i need to draw my sillies regardless#i do slightly prefer hamugis but they're both very very cute to me. the toaster has two hands she can kiss both the doors-#idk why that joke's so funny to me. i should stop now-
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Ok so these designs are cute as hell, the Internet is just mean

I have too many thoughts about a game I still need to watch
#goodbye volcano high#i dont have the money to buy it but god i need to watch a playthrough when i have time it's so interesting to me#like; the theme of 'yeah we're going die but that doesn't mean we can enjoy what time we have left' sounds amazing to me love that#its so funny i was actually watching a review of it that was basically 'this game sucks and here's why'#and then it just started listing off shit like- 'the characters designs are pastel they're nonbinary you die no matter what'#and then my neurons just went off and went '👁️👁️ oh! sounds amazing i want to see more'#fuck yeah pastel nonbinary dinosaurs lets go#well i think its just fang thats nonbinary and then two other trans characters#i saw a cutscene! and it was about the experiences of being an apart of a family as sec-gen immigrant and trans-#and i thought that was cool as hell dont recall ever seeing that in any of thr arts ive seen before (but there's lots of art out there!)#heard it got some glitches tho (havent looked in depth of what those glitches are) hopefully it got patched out#also im so fucking pissed i saw the gator game before i saw this 😮💨 (context; apparently made by people who made a fangame where they#the mc of this game a datable side character and they only have a happy ending if they detransition? which fucking yikes😬)#i saw people say 'oh but they did it empathetically' like how the fuck is taking a canon nb character and making them only happy through#detransitioning empathetic that sounds super fucking shitty and gross#i think a character that detransitions can be done and would be interesting to see- but this just reeks of people being transphobic for real#oh also purple dino has a slug or worm or something apparently! seems cute! just a lil thing#apparently its a rhythm game; listened to some of the songs and it sounded good! sadly i suck at rhythm games#but apparently failing doesn't affect the story? kinda wish it would but honestly better for me lol-#pink one and fang end up dating i believe- from what i saw pink is like- soft spoken artist? dunno if accurate but she's cute#all the characters are cute just look at them!!! awesome#also they have to just continue school like normal before they die and honestly thats so real#also saw people dislike the fact you dont see the characters actual die or the meteor#which is ??? dunno i just think some things are better left implied than shown-#anyways man i keep trying to find neat stuff about the game and all i see is people bitchin about it or praising the shit fan on instead 😔#man if i had two nickles for a time i grew to become obsessed with a media only for loads of people to hate id have two nickles#first nickle is kat elliot she's such a cool character Internet wasn't ready for her#also yes i saw obsessed i can just tell this is something ill go bonkers for#i mean god look how much text is in my tags for this already! and i still need to see the game in it's fullness!#im sure there's other cool shit
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#creator speaks#a funny i saw on my twitter thought i should insert my ship into it 👍👍👍#WHICH IS FUNNY BECAUSE THE ORIGINAL *IS* A TUMBLR POST but oh well#man the thoughts that simmered in my head in the past year and a half over them and how her inclusion kinda changes the story...#lol ik i always “speak” of it and discord besties would know a little more than those who aren't but i digress#i love it i love the thought of just...Madison putting so much of her faith and trust and love in them that she just becomes loyal to them#helping their cause and personal issues wanting to be a reliable friend and loved one to them#(probably the abandonment issues that's operating in that brain of hers lmao but) she just wants to stay by their side !!#and hope that they let her stay there in the years of them growing up together#somewhere in the messy notes in my brain and in my laptop's notepad did i think far in changing their overall fate to make the ending happy#but i just feel like that's just gonna stay there or be discussed in really tight circles IF i feel like sharing it hehu#i feel like madison and me inserting her into the jojo universe as a sort of “fix-it” tool is one that araki and many others wld surely hat#HAHAHAHAHA#when my notes and lore try to go against the biggest theme of fate in the series and how we're destined to go through it-#-that it can't be changed. how the joestars are cursed yadda yadda#i'm so normcore domestic life happy ending mary sue fix it canon divergence pilled okay !!!#i want both jotaro and kakyoin to be happy and alive !!! and making that possible by inserting my lame ass op oc 😎😎😎#HAHAHAH whatever i'll stop yapping <33
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I snapped today at work, and by snapped I mean I politely commented on a help desk ticket by summing up an mess of an (type of) issue that's come up for at least the fourth time in the 2+ months I've been managing user accounts, and asked the person responsible to fix it (himself for once) because last time I fixed his mess-up it took me two whole days to work out the details with at least four other colleagues from different departments and I really don't want to do it again. there's other shit that needs doing, I've been working 10+ hour days for most of this week already, so I need to cut down not add on more.
(good thing tho - at least we managed to fix the issue where the dataset of a newer employee got mixed up with another one of the same name and therefore wasn't able to apply for any of the access/accounts she needed. technically not entirely my area but it does impact us not being allowed to create an account for her so I figured I might as well track that issue down. took three days and at least three other people, but hey - it should all work out now. yay for that)
#been feeling anxious af ever since bc it's the first time I've been this firm in a reply and idk how they'll take it#there's underlying issues in inter-departmental communication that need fixing that cause these issues to happen again and again#but my boss is on parental leave and his substitute is sick not that she cares or is up for doing her job where communication is concerned#so there's no real sense in addressing that rn esp by me who's only been there since June. but it does frustrate me a lot#anyway. I'm sure I'll get over this too. but yeah.. ppl not thinking things through for the two mins it takes to create an account#or the twenty seconds it takes to check if one already exists before creating a new one#or the minute it takes to check if folks still have an active contract past their time working in your department before deleting an accoun#just jfc. put in a smidge of effort and five mins total and save the rest of us from spending half a day to fix your mistake#oh well. if I get a pissy response I'll just blame it on being new as an intern and being too motivated and idealistic I guess#god forbid I expect people to do their jobs thoroughly or with at least a singular thought..#anyway. I feel like I'm allowed to be grumpy abt this since we are the folks who end up having to fix this shit#and by we I mean pretty much mostly me at this point bc one colleague is sick atm. my boss barely has time for this and is on leave#and my other colleague only works half time so I'm the one who's been handling most of these over the past month or so#which.. is still insane considering how I'm a goddamn intern who shouldn't even have admin rights tbh#but without them I couldn't do anything at all lol so here I am. nice that they trust and believe in me I suppose#that's why I try to do my best. (who am I kidding that's always the case anyway)#but yeah. definitely a 50% staff support job and only 50% of the other important things that need doing rn it's more like 90/10#and it's funny how I still dread my two hours of hotline. but every time the line is too busy I still jump in#we are also only 6 people atm out of 10 and three of us are still in training. and one of the trained folks had to come back in mid time of#next week we'll likely be 4#depending on if our substitute boss lady is back.. not that I'd look forward to it. she's a mess and she's been horrible to deal with latel#sure. she's stressed. but she's either snapping at me when I ask abt shit I can't know yet or she's ignoring me. great basis for team work.#so honestly I'd rather she not return on Monday. esp not if she's gonna spread her germs everywhere#but now sleep. sorry for the rant. it's certainly been quite the month since I returned from my own wisdom tooth rated sick leave..#gotta be up again in 6.5 hrs so I can be at work at 6 to let the electrician in. I'm gonna sleep so hard over the weekend I stg#a day in the life of..
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The growing anxiety of realizing that I’m running out of time to text my dad happy father’s day 😬
#oh man our relationship would be so much easier if we just never tried#but I suppose that’s true for most things. not doing stuff is easier than doing stuff. wow what a concept.#but I do love my dad. I just don’t know how to talk to him#haven’t texted him since my birthday in December#lol just looked back and saw that the joke I was going to open with I already used for my birthday#’thank you for helping conceive me’#okay yeah not that funny but like I said I don’t know how to talk to him#so being weird and trying to be funny is like ‘hey at least I’m putting some effort into my tri-annual text’#I just… I dunno… blegh… I have nothing to say about my life that isn’t shameful or depressing#but hey! at least I’m the one (1) kid he has that’ll actually text him!#pretty sure my sis is still on the outs with him but she’s… got her own shit I don’t need to weigh in on#whatever. he’s got his whole ‘beach life’ Jimmy Buffet Florida day drinking ‘in a cool way’ BS going on so I don’t feel toooo bad#okay okay let’s see if I can get away with a quick text and not have to talk to him much#ugh… I’m a shitty son#or I’m not a shitty son but he really hasn’t done anything for me to avoid him like I do#just my own self-worth bullshit. well not just that. but I’m negative about myself so I’ll focus on that#oh hey sorry I forgot this isn’t a therapy session#why would you read all of this?#sorry to everyone having a shitty father’s day#I’ll be your dad#I’m proud of you.#if you made it through the day today then I’m proud of you and I love you or like you or whatever this is dumb#you can ignore this#text
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Michael
Almost named that once.
Christ was offered instead
Dad needed to be extended
Address of honor
Dead to the world
Dreaded by the Jew
You're the hottest dream your wettest night unicorn
#I'm like gimme a feed and T McKesson is sitting at 230 my himself#and...I wish for him a place like that to go and listen to his sonetimes not terrible music#16 for a tenement yard but only 4 for the blue laggoon#three parts green and one HOT WHITE VIOLET table stomper#you.....gotta influence all the nieces hmmm#oh sure give her something in common with you#let's give your ears a test then#reading her mind#I think 3 out of five clicks are outside your sensory but good luck#620 310 155#she is the most adverse to thr idea and I'm like that sucks for you kid ;)#me: look betwen you and me they getting it on it ain't just me#she's like mmm mom that body wash might make dad go down#and I'm like ah you're so funny#I am that Japanese self cleaning toilet#wipe youe pee off or let me lick you clean yanno#you haven't lived until I piss on you while your trying to wash your hair
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