#baby boy literally said “yes i do in fact need her to be my mommy. stop interrupting my mommy time theo”

[silentauthor96]

okay I promise I'll stop babygirl posting about Casey at some point, but today is NOT that day because I was rewatching my favorite episode and look at this actual dialogue from the actual show that this baby actually says 👇🏽

Theo to Lily (who is very much babying Casey):

Casey already has one mommy. He doesn't need two.

Casey (living his best babied life):

Well you don't hear me complaining 😌

[m1ssunderstanding]

Get Back Rewatch 55 Years On: Day 21: The Concert

Every time they're not on camera I simultaneously feel so relieved for them and so upset that I don't get to watch. Messed up of me, but hey. Remember that slightly disturbing quote where Paul said he actually does believe he's kind of public property and he's fine with that?

He looks so determined. Like the fairy tale prince staring down the dragon or Enjolras about to hijack a funeral (Literally my baby was conceived after I watched this in IMAX so if that tells you anything about my feelings . . . I'm going to be annoying I'm sorry I can't help it)

Her legs look so good in those tights! I love that Mo came not because her boyfriend needs his mommy but because she wants to see them perform! Kissing her on the mouth right now.

Danger boy Paul!

Fun fact, I was this John for Halloween in 2021 to a college party. My hair was already like that, and I had dirty white keds and black jeans, so I just did fake sideburns, fake glasses, and a fake fur coat. I tried to get my best friend to be Paul. She wanted to be a hooker, and I was like “It’s the same thing!”

See, look at him and his whorish ways!

John’s little lip-bit smile. He’s so happy with himself nailing that solo. Cutie. 

Cocky boys. As they should be. I love when they’re proud of their work together. Get Back is 95% just Looks between John and Paul, isn’t it?

John and Paul instantly jump into their little “humble working class entertainers” act. You know what just occurred to me? You know how they talked about the “rattle your jewelry” comment backstage and Paul dared John to say it? I wonder if they talked about the “audition” comment too.

It really is a beautiful thing they’re doing. It’s lovely, watching everyon leave their desk jobs and their shopping and whatever else to sit in their fire escapes and congregate in the street and huddle together on rooftops. It really is just like the happy end in a sixties zeitgeist movie. 

All the girls nervous to be too enthusiastic after years of being made fun of themselves and watching others like them being mocked on TV. Let girls like things, damnit!

Mo jamming! I’m in love.

John mouthing Paul’s lyrics.

“Paul McCartney singing that. What a voice.” Literally me if time travel existed. 

“And if SOMEBODY loved me like she does,” Well, it is good manners to look at the person you’re talking to, I guess. But you do have an audience, John. And a mic and a camera. 

“Absolutely disrupt all the business in this area.” Yes! Get those blue meanies, boys!

“No lay rishi gahd blay bloojaygoo” should replace all the stupid quotes the Lennon estate puts on everything they sell. Then I’d actually want their shit. Paul trying to magic the words from his head into John’s there. Successfully, though.

That “Pleeeeeheeeeease” is one of the prettiest beatles vocal moments. I love it with all my heart. And clearly, so does Paul. Doing that thing he does, inappropriately thrusting into his bass. 

Oh my gosh it’s the song Paul and John do together on tour right now!

That “Yyyyyeeeeeah, yeaaaaaah!” (I mean the whole song, the whole concert, but especially that) does things to me. 

John’s extremely blurry, because he turned his head quick enough to give him whiplash there, sorry everyone. But look! They’re having the time of their lives! They just love performing together so much!

Everyone goes to check on their accumulating audience. (except Paul. Wonder what that’s about.)Ringo’s little pleasantly surprised smile is so so sweet!

It must be so fun for them to be performing One after 909 again after all these years. Bitter sweet with everything that’s changed since then. 

LMAO Kevin thank you for your service!

He’s a silly cutie.

The mic in the street asking that girl if she’d like them to come back every lunchtime. Imagine if they did? How cute would that be? Like back to their cavern lunchtime shows. Maybe that could��ve saved them.

Them playing God Save the Queen reminds me of that story where Brian was like, “This bigger manager wants to buy your contract from me, and I just wanted to be straight with you. They could probably get better deals for you.” and they were like, “If you sell us to him we’re only playing God Save the Queen from that moment on.” It’s probably a fake story, but that’s what it made me think of. 

I always think that quote of Paul’s is so strange, where he was like “I never got the chance to watch John while we were playing.” Like. What are you talking about, baby?

Literally “Uh. Yeah. Uh. Yeah.” Fucking his bass. Staring at John. Okay? And I’m not supposed to take that and run with it? I’m not supposed to assume from that that you want to fuck your songwriting partner?

I think he genuinely wants to get arrested. I really do. I think he wants them all to get arrested so they can finally be alone in a room together. A lovely cell for four. Just shimmying at them. And Billy looking at him like, Bro. What the fuck is wrong with you?

Paul’s “woo” and shimmy :: John’s “woo” and weird little kick move. And Paul looks so fond, of course. 

God bless Mal for stalling those little fucks as long as humanly possible. And Debbie! “Don’t actually go on the roof because it’s overweight.” Gaslight, gatekeep, girlboss!

Absolutely LOVE John and George turning their amps back on. That’s right. You guys are what’s keeping the country going at this point, so if you want to play on your roof they better let you play on your roof and say thank you.

All the times when they just simultaneously turn to each other. Like, yes, this is our que to stare hungrily into each other’s eyes. 

My stomach just dropped at those words across the screen. “This was the Beatles’ last public performance.” We know, Peter Jackson. You don’t have to remind us. Jeez. 

John and Paul’s two very different but equally important leadership roles in the band at work here at the end of the concert. John delivers his iconic line, makes everyone laugh, and seals the band’s last performance with a very tight bow. Meanwhile, Paul’s climbing the gate to bypass the crowd and schmooze the police out of arresting Mal. 

THIS is sooo cute. Heads buried together and John’s very sweet, “‘s’matter? Hmm?” 

George is so cute here in the control room afterward. No wonder they don’t listen to his not wanting to do things, honestly, if he acts like this after. “What’s the law say why you can’t do that? Well how disturbing the peace? Yeah, I’m for taking over London. And every rock group in the world all on different buildings, playing the same tune.” Adorable.

Poor John. It breaks my heart that he doesn’t think his little lyric flub is funny. He’s disappointed in himself. I wish he could see that that’s one of the things everyone loves about him. George was grinning ear to ear about it. For fuck’s sake, that’s one of the reasons Paul fell in love with you in the first place. If only John could see himself the way we see him, you know? 

This little moment cracks me up. John always has to be mommy’s naughty little boy, and Yoko does a very sweet job of playing her part here. 

Linda and Paul are so touchy and clingy and it’s very romantic and I love that Ringo joins in and makes fun of them.   

The whole after-show glow for everyone was just so palpable and fantastic. I wish they could've gone on performing together. Clearly it made all of them very happy.

[yes0another0outsiders0blog]

Finally rereading The Outsiders like I said I would. I think I'll probably be doing a chapter a day, even though it's short enough that I could probably bust it out in one or two sittings. I'm really prone to burnout and I am trying to write a bit each day and I have a job to work and adult tasks to do and such, so a chapter sounds like a good goal with that considered.

Also, I'm sick as a fucking dog while reading this first chapter. Not relevant, just a little fun fact.

Anyway, have my thoughts while I read it!!

The Outsiders Reread : Chapter One Notes

less than a page in and I'm already tired of Ponyboy being Not Like The Other Girls

he's 14, that's positive, I should not be able to stomach a well-written 14 year old on account of them acting very 14, but also shut the fuck up

"yeah, I read books, unlike EVERYONE ELSE" go to hell

not to intentionally misread and water down a character, but Ponyboy saying "but sometimes I just don't use my head" is literally all you need to fucking know. that's it, that's the book

we get it, Pony, you come from a very hot family, yall are all conventionally attractive. paragraphs, ffs

also, I love that Soda doesn't drink. that he has a drunk on life attitude. could absolutely never be me, love that for him, unfortunately I fw Two-Bit's vibes with alcohol a bit more--

and the fact that Soda is the only one that can tease Darry.

there isn't a single positive thing said about Dallas besides "I didn't like him, but he was smart and you had to respect him." but frfr he's so great.

but if I met any of these fuckers irl Soda is the only one that I'd have a chance in hell at not hating. and that's only because he seems like he'd be enough of an emotionally/socially intelligent people-pleaser to actively try to get someone to like him, lol.

kinda salty about Johnny being called the gangs pet, wtf Ponyboy. not like he's one person's main reason to live, is SUCH fucking ride or die, later kills a man for Pony. but yeah, he's a pet. he tags along. what the fuck ever, man. if anything, Ponyboy (you know, the person that's mainly part of the gang bc he tags along with his older brothers, the BABY of the group, the quiet & sensitive one that doesn't have a single braincell outside of pure booksmarts) is the pet. like, sure, Johnny has trauma and is really quiet, but let's be so fr right now.

despite what is said in the book (bc it's Ponyboy's pov so we only get his perspective, obviously) I'm sure Darry gets after Soda too.

also, oldest children that become parental figures in some degree are allowed to be mean to their baby siblings. it's our right. as a 20-something year old with a young teen baby brother with common sense in the negatives, I am very biased in saying that Darry is always objectively 100% correct in every situation ever (heavily exaggerating, I just relate a lot).

forever mad that we don't get more Sylvia!!! my most random fav!!! so much love to her!!! she's basically an oc with how little we get of her and how many headcanons I have, I don't even really like the main fanon version of her either, but GOD she's my girl fr

NO BECAUSE WHEN I WAS 14 IF SOMEONE PULLED THEIR OWN KNIFE TO DO A DISSECTION THE WAY MY TONGUE WOULD BE DOWN THEIR THROAT. Ponyboy, babygirl, you did NOT deserve for that girl to hate on you like that. RUDE.

"Dallas deserves everything he gets, and should get worse, if you want the truth." agreed, that's my though process as I'm making the nastiest headcanons for him. my life's goal is to make this man suffer or make him into a loser, and all my hcs do both

breaks my heart so much how Ponyboy talks about Darry, leave my boy ALONE, dude!!!

my headcanons for Darry are usually the exact opposite of my hcs for Dally, I just want this guy to have the very best ong. I'll get so unrealistic with it too, bitch, YES I'll give you an absolutely stunning sugar mommy, babe!! just stop being stressed and stop having bad things happen for a few minutes!!! I almost struggle making in character, good headcanons for him because I just want to give him fluff and filler only and nothing else--

[tonydaddingham]

✨ episode 5 - running commentary✨

- this episode better be the one to Alter My Brain Chemistry, I NEED AN explanation for the too fast for me scene pls

- THEY BETTER KISS I S2G

- right okay hi shax I hate you 😘 but Miranda is killing WAIT TEN THOUSAND WHAT THATA OVERKILL ITS ONE SILLY BILLY ANGEL AND A DUMB ASS DEMON

- "can I watch" crowley TONE IT DOWN KINKY BOY

- "there will be sandwiches" LOL IM IN BABES

- DOCTOR WHO lmao harpischord guy get fucking SERVED

- HES JUST TEMPTED SOMEONE AND GIVEN AWAY A BOOK??? my guy going through some ROUGH character development

- hell is literally so understaffed wtf

- MAGIC SHOP AGAIN YES

- ERDNASE REFERENCE ERDNASE REFERENCE

- Crowley is so proud of his husband BUT THAT FEZ NEEDS TO GOOOOO

- neil if you ever read this pls can we have aziraphale be a permanent party planner bc he does the mostest and pls ignore my criticism of ep1 and 2 I take it all back pls pls more aziraphale planning tf out of shit

- SHAX MOMMY YES💅💅💅 ALSO ERIC MY BELOVED My sweet baby boy

- FRENCH AZIRAPHALE YOU NEED TO STOP crowley is FED UP he looks like a kid whose mum got caught chatting at the supermarket

- aziraphale pls stop

- NINA KNOWS WHATS UP GAY SPOTS GAY

- no crowley don't make that face no why why why WHY YOU LOOKING LIKE THAT😭😭😭✨ he loves you CROWLEY YOU BLIND FUCKKNG IDIOT and you love HIM you emotionally stunTED APE

- the glasses and sideburns are still BUGGING ME someone explain did he go shOPPING OFF SCREEN????

- ERIC NO BYEBYE MY LOVERRRRR

- wow that was a long pre credit bit wtf

- DATE???? oh no crowley is pulling away no no no

- "SMUT?" fucking OKAY??? DO IT THEN YOU PUSSY ASS BITCH✨💓

- fuck they're about to have a Conversation aren't they and get drunk and it's about to get EMOTIONAL

- Crowley FUCK

- CROWLEY BOO

- "friend" ok lol

- he's about to throw mf HANDS but goob is so innocent NO WAIT CROWLEY NO DOMT DO THAT oh thank fuck

- matchbox ajamakajalam sns

- lmao the growth that Crowley just did in 30 seconds gave me WHIPLASH

- Muriel no pls don't do it bbygirl💓💓 OH GOD YOUVE GONE DONE IT NOW

- ah Jim's mug

- DECORATING MIRACLES YES BABY

- WAIT AND SEE ✨✨✨✨

- oh aziraphale I love u so MUCH 😭😭😭

- Mrs sandwich I LOVE HER no aziraphale don't ask pls bby

- CROWLEY WHAT U SNIFFIN HONEY UR LIKE A BLOODHOUND FOR TROUBLE WHAT A POWER

- GOOB YOU ARE FABULOUS DARLING I LOVE JT✨

- "you young people"

- F BOMB FUCK YES

- oh no Maggie no not you CROWLEY YOU HERO GOD BLESS tell em babes

- lmao are they even gonna get to dance this is so stressful

- Mrs sandwich just chill out honey you are a madam SEX WORK IS VALID REAL WORK I said what I said

- "have a vol au vent" SO MARRIED💓

- omg am i now liking Maggie and nina hmmmmmmm AZIRAPHALE'S FACE crowley you could have that IF YOU EVEN TRIED MY GUY

- I HAVE SUCH JACKET ENVY LMAOOOO goob you are the only valid character

- WHAT no stop goob stop

- fuck OFF THEY ACTUALLY SANCE FUXK KM SWEATINF NOOOOOOK💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓💓

- AHHHHHHHHHHHHH BOYS PLEASE

- well fuck that's put a spanner in the works

- aziraphale go fucking NAILS GET THEIR ASS oh that's not good✨

- GOOBY NO BE QUIET SHHHHHH

- GOOB NO

- NO GOOB

- the mf coat is SPECTACULAR ✨✨✨✨ did they spend the whole budget on it???? HES SO FABULOUS AND FRUITY

- oh my god the miracle is working against them fuck

- the fact that the humans are just chilling lmaoooo

- NEIL WE NEED CROWLEY AS A LAWYER PLS THANK U they just got SEVRED✨💓

- lmao IT WAS FAKE HAHAHAHAHA

- Mr brown shut up pipe down back in your box

- see that's what you get when you run your mouth

- IS THIS EVERY

- CMON GIVE ME EVERY

- oh my god crowley is the PATRON VIRGIN saint of sex work I LIVE FOR IT god bless or maybe not

- IS THAT A PRAISE KINK I SEE

- "rescuing me makes him so happy" FUCKING DECEASED

- Muriel lmao we know this it's ok bby take HIM TO HEAVEN IN THE ANGEL-ON-THE-ASS TRACKSUIT

- the MUSIC OKAY ITS GOOD NOW YES YES YES✨

- GOING UP

- I'm dead

[calypsoff3]

One.

I sometimes feel like I speak to myself when it comes to both Tianna and Rylee, it’s like I say one thing and they do the next. Sunday night I told them both to make sure their rooms are clean, I have told the cleaner not to clean their rooms, they take advantage, I am not having it. So since the cleaner that comes doesn’t do it, their bedrooms are bad. I am so angry at them both, when they come back from school I am going to have it out with them once again, Rylee has make up on the floor, like I mean she’s dropped it and left it, I told her about wearing heavy ass make up for school too, I have had enough of it, both of them actually. Closing Rylee’ bedroom door, I have turned into my own mother. I know I have but they deserve it, I am sorry, but they do. Life has been so hectic, I wouldn’t say hectic but the fact I fell pregnant again and I kept it was enough to make me feel like topping myself, but I did it, and it wasn’t bad like it was with Junior, Raihan came out very easy and I can’t complain. I was happy to have another boy, and it’s done. No more babies, Chris and I are very careful now because I am done, but it’s been nice. I mean I didn’t even leave the house through the pregnancy, Raihan was announced when he was six months old and it was a shock to everyone that I hid the baby, I hid it from my own family. They found out on the day I gave birth to him; I didn’t want anyone to know. I just hid from the world, and I had him, he is like Junior and they both fight, luckily Junior is in Kindergarten so it’s peace but when he comes back they will fight “Raihan” walking to his room “mommy, I did it” he picked up his book and walked over to me, he is learning to draw, I guess trying his best “awww you did?” taking the book from him “I did it” I cooed out “I like it” it looks terrible but I will hype him “shall we have some food? Lunch?” he nodded his head “I eat some food mom” he is my youngest baby now, but I still cling to Junior. I don’t know, it’s something about him. He just my baby, but on paper this is my baby “come then, put this away” holding the book out to him “excited to see daddy today?” I asked him “yes!” Chris is coming home today, I say that, but that nigga is in Cali, he has been on a world tour, and he is in Cali but in a hotel, I haven’t seen him for months, I miss him so much and I can’t wait for it “I dance mommy” Raihan started doing some stupid dance “sure, come” walking off.

The kids get picked up with a driver and bought back home which they hate, and I say hate I mean the eldest two, but I do not care what they want at times. I used to get Amerie to get them, this is the helper we have at the house which we have had since Raihan was born and she is the best, I am floating around the front of house because I know the kids will be walking in and just like clock work they are here, let me act like I am doing something. Let me actually go around this corner, rushing off and turning the corner “it sucks, I am not even going to school tomorrow” let me now go “Junior, you’re just so unwanted” turning the corner “oh hey kids, and North” I swear on my life I hate the Kardashians and I still do, but my kids love to bring them in my fucking house like now “hi Mrs Brown” she is brat, I can’t even “Rylee, Tianna. I need to speak to you” they don’t want to speak to me but I don’t care “North you can go upstairs” Junior hugged me “baby, you had a good time?” I asked “yes! Rylee is mean to me!” rolling my eyes “I will be with you son, let me speak to these two” Imani huffed “hard day at school?” she nodded her head “come” waving them both over “oh this is going to be one of her meetings, we not your employees” Tianna said “you sure damn are, unless you not living under me” opening the door “but what did we do now?” turning to them “clearly you know” I said “also we don’t want to collect Junior anymore, it’s literally a waste of time” these two are so moody “I have started my period and just dealing with him, I don’t care for it” these two are just funny “are you done?” I said, Rylee shrugged.

“What did I ask of you on Sunday? I told you last week that it stops so what did I ask of you both?” I said “oh yeah, I know” Tianna said “I know? So you just ignore me, I am not doing anything for you, I am not even going to help you both because your father is coming back and we have both said we do not want you both putting heavy make up on, you don’t even need it. Your floor is a mess, your bedroom is a mess, food, drink? You go upstairs and you clean it, I don’t care for North” Tianna and Rylee both looked at each other “oh my god mom, you have cleaners, you are being so weird for nothing, ok you didn’t wear makeup at my age every day at school but that was back then, it’s different now mom. Just get with the times, I will clean it. Before we go Barbados” shaking my head “you do it now! I mean it, I ask one thing from you both. Pick up Junior and you complain, you complain when I ask about small things” Rylee turned around “I can’t be bothered, I am sorry she is whining for nothing now, you can stay here but I am not. I am not listening. Kim doesn’t complain like you” Rylee walked off; Tianna watched her go “I will clean it mom, but you need to not be so hard on us. We aren’t doing anything bad, just having fun” Tianna walked off, they say I am whining but Chris will see this shit and he will be even worse. I knew these girls would be hell once they grew up, I am not even wrong, I am right with it. Rylee is forever angry, but she is the same one getting flown out to Paris for fashion week and is still not happy. Tianna goes with her but Rylee is the one working, I am going to let Chris deal with them now.

Walking over to the door, a delivery man is here and nobody but me will answer the door “it’s ok” I said to Amerie, she actually came down too. Dragging to door open “hey” I said “Robyn Fenty-Brown?” the guy said with a bouquet of flowers “yes” I said smiling “for you, I mean sorry for asking but I had too. I mean we both know you are Rihanna” I laughed taking them from him “thank you” he bowed his head and walked off, kicking the door shut as I made my way to the table in the reception area “mommy, I want it” Raihan said holding up a chocolate “Raihan, you had chocolate already” placing them down and taking the card “just one more please” shaking my head, he is cute and he reminds me of my poppa but no “put it back now” opening the envelop and taking the card out “I can’t wait to see you tonight twin, I love you” I cooed out, oh my baby. He sent me flowers, now I feel emotional “did dad send that?” Tianna asked as she walked by me looking “yep” she gagged “you both are sick” I side eyed “be in love and then tell me it’s sick” I can’t wait to just hug my husband, have him back in bed with me too. It’s been so long, I did want to travel with him but the kids’ school, I just had to stay behind.

My team have come out to the home, I am so glad they have come to see him too. Jah and his partner too, this is going to be cute “the girlies playing up” Jah asked, we clinked glasses, pre-drink before the concert of course “what you think?” Jah eye balled me “when we went to Paris, she goes to me let’s go to the club, I said girl you fifteen, get into the hotel. I feel like she is onto something, she told me about her little boyfriend, her first one” I laughed “did she tell you about when Chris found out, he fell down the stairs. He was so sad” Jah chuckled “she said he was boring and left him, has she admitted if she has done the deed” shaking my head “she hasn’t, I think right now she sees me as an opp, she thinks I am against her. She doesn’t’ see me as a friend but she will one day, Tianna asked, and I said don’t feel pressured into it. I don’t want my daughters get into anything, but they are very aware I am not their bestie, and I don’t want to be, I want to be a mother to them. Rylee is already on edge to fuck up, and North. I don’t like her” Jah gagged “you see what she posted of her mom? That she said was a joke, calling her mom bitch” I cringed “chile, see what I mean. I am not having that shit, but she is here” Jah pulled a face “I just hope they don’t come down in short tops, Chris won’t like it” Jah laughed “I love seeing him having heart attacks, you remember when Tianna screamed at him because he kept asking why are you upset, why are you crying and she said I am on my period leave me alone, he nearly lost himself” I cackled “he is so sensitive when it comes to his daughters” I sighed out.

Staples center, I am so proud of Chris for actually selling this out in his own right too. Getting out of the SUV backstage “family!” Herb is here “oh look at you” he did a little run to me “I am tired, oh it’s good to see you” Herb hugged me close, I laughed out “long time away isn’t it” I said “long time! I am missing home so bad Rih” I cooed out, moving back from the hug “how you been?” looking behind me and helping the boys out of the SUV “missing my husband, where is he?” I want to see him ”he is exhausted Rih, not even lying. He is so tired; he is sleeping on the bus again. I said to him the dates in America were too close but we are glad to be back” he laughed “oh god, I think I will leave him alone then, I will leave it until I see him after the concert” Herb picked up Raihan “yeah, he got the afterparty” I groaned out “Jeff needs a beating” seeing Joyce “his mom” I said, she is hugging my girls “picked her up from Houston, she came on the ride to here” nodding my head, Joyce is living in Houston now, she looks well but we aren’t really speaking like that, I say hi and bye but she did a lot to me, I can’t forgive, the kids love her though “they came all out?” there is a line of SUVs “for Chris, of course. You know how we do; my family flew out too” Rorrey and Rajad are here with their kids and partners “lot of kids” Herb said laughing “boys too now, I am the only one with girls, they both had a boy each, then these two. Well least he is ok, I will see him after. I will see to the brothers of mine” waving at my nephew, he is so cute just barely walking. I appreciate how my family come out for Chris, there is a lot of people here for him which will make him nervous, I know that feeling so well to know your family are here.

I am glad my mother and Clinton ain’t here, they are busy getting ready for their wedding. Joyce still doesn’t know, she has been doing a lot of healing and still is but I am happy for her, just she won’t know I am. Chris is happier too, he adores his mom clearly. I am staying out of backstage, letting him do his thing. Looking over at my daughters, Imani is trying to be in with her elder sisters but them two just move stupid and I hate it at times, North is still with us, I am highly annoyed at her but she is here with us “mom, I am going to get a drink” Tianna said, nodding my head. Jah is trying to not laugh, he laughs at this teenage girls I can’t handle “you side eye your daughters, it reminds me of Monica so much. She did the same with you” I sighed out “girls” shaking my head “they are a headache” he added “how come you ain’t in there with Chris” waving at Jen as she danced her way over to me “I know he is nervous, it’s different performing and family are here” hugging Jen “this is a like a family reunion” I laughed “it really is, I love it. Everyone came out for my husband, shows how much he is loved” Jen is ready for a dance “oh I love this song” she started dancing “my little nasty girl” she sang dancing away from me “come here Raihan” she grabbed him to dance with her “Mel is here, hey bitch!” waving at her “is she still sleeping around” Jah said, hitting his arm “you made it” hugging her “I wouldn’t miss it” I cooed out, even though Chris and her still argue to this day. I just ignore them both, since the whole Herb thing, it’s very awkward.

We are at the back where the sound and lighting crew be and it’s filled, I got the boys standing on chairs because they can’t really see but I didn’t want to go in front, I always throw him off “daddy coming” Raihan asked “yes he will be, he is coming now” he nodded his head, one eye on my boys and the other on my girls. I would like to fire the person that put my song on the list to play, I want the ground to swallow me up, I never thought I would see my daughters singing and dancing to Cockiness, I thought of this moment. I wish I did when I made it, I can’t even tell them no. I mean they are growing, I can’t hide my music either. I have palpitations right now, I am judging, I am being old school, I need to stop “yes girls” Jah is pumping them up, he is so ugly for this but then it got cut off “thank heavens” Chris is coming out now, the roars of screams for Chris, it was so cute to hear, they really love him “dad!” a picture of him came on, I can’t wait to see him. I am just so glad he is home now; he can rest with us. He his little live band going on, oh I love this “woo!” I am excited myself; his little entrance is cute. I do love the dramatics of it and it’s very him “dad!” Junior waved, he ain’t going to see him here but I will let him do that.

I have missed my husband so much, he is so close but yet so far from me “damn, wow. Y’all are lit tonight, I am home LA!” he said down the mic “well my home is VA, but this is my new home and I appreciate it, I love it here. I have travelled the world, it ain’t nothing like being home. I been on the road, and I have really missed my family. I think they are here, put the lights on. Please” the lights came on and it’s like all eyes were on us “oh shit, oh shit” seeing us on the screens, I just laughed “I ain’t seen them in a minute. My daughters, you see how mad they are. Dad don’t embarrass me, I am sorry. I get paid to take my top off” the crowd just screamed out “I will try and be good tonight, I love y’all. Ok, so, let’s get into it, I got a little surprise for y’all” the lights went off, it made the kids excited even though the girls got shy, all eyes on them and also they hate Chris humping the stage, they said he is old. No Guidance started playing, of course that man is here and the crowd wild, like the echoes of scream. I don’t really care for Drake like that, but he is an asshole, Chris has moved on and I like that but Drake just wants a piece of Chris’ fame and begged for this to happen. I mean they made a great song; I love it myself. My daughters are recording and singing, they are enjoying themselves, I just can’t wait to go home with my husband. This can’t finish any quicker so I can hug him already, it’s been too long.

[suganovakawa]

i hope requests are still open, if not, you can just ignore this since u may be busy. i LOVE your s'mores headcanons with the karasuno boys, it's ! so ! cute ! may i request protective! captain as dads ( you could pick anyone you're comfortable with writing! ) and their only daughter started liking a boy ( bonus if it's the son of their old/current teamates if they played professional. ) thank you again if u ever decided to do this 💙

i’m slowly going to be going through requests again but THIS IS SO CUTE IM DYING PLS

this request is so old i know , i’m sorry for the wait anonnie pls forgive me fjjsnfmd

a loving father.

— kuroo, daichi, ushijima, oikawa, and bokuto’s only daughter ( separately ) falls for a boy.

gen masterlist.

taglist ( open ) ༉‧ @yams046 @janellion @avylee

— a/n : new layout! figured i’d try it, i always thought my previous layout was too tedious and spaced out, this new one is something more simple. enjoy!

— also, this is fem!reader!

tetsurou kuroo.

✧｡ the first time he hears of his babygirl catching the feels™ for someone, immediately he goes into protective dad mode

✧｡ in the past he had always joked about him being the only man his daughter needed in her life, and daddy’s little girl would always comply because kuroo def is one of the best dads around, don’t @ me

✧｡ but boy oh boy he’s ready to wage war once he hears about this boy, and he doesn’t even know who the guy is

✧｡ he wasn’t supposed to hear about his daughter’s crush, you and your daughter were having some girl talk, and you actually had to pry it out of her system or else she would’ve just kept it secret

✧｡ he was 100% eavesdropping on the two of you, he always feels so left out when it’s girl talk time— he’s tried convincing the both of you to let him in on the girl time, but all of his attempts have failed

✧｡ both you and your daughter hear a “WHAT?!?” from outside your bedroom door, and the two of you run out to see kuroo literally pressed against the door with a scowl on his face

✧｡ oh boy, your daughter’s really gonna get it now

✧｡ “tetsurou! you know better than to eavesdrop on us like that! you know that girl time is for us only! no boys allowed!” ofc, if y’all want a son...

✧｡ JDJDJFJFJ HE’S IN HYSTERICS

✧｡ we love a good drama queen, he’s sprawled on the floor, pretending to sob in his hands as your daughter is trying ( and failing ) to hide her embarrassment that her dad happened to listen in on what she wanted to keep secret

✧｡ “noooo our babygirl is growing up too quickly! what happened to me being the only man in her life, huh? she’s leaving the nest too quickly, stay with meeeee! be my little princess forever!”

✧｡ proceeds to become the embodiment of 🥺

✧｡ “dad, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “i had a crush on your mother back in the day, look at how we are now!”

✧｡ “tetsurou...”

✧｡ kuroo looks to you and takes you by your shoulders, his lip quivering as he points to your guys’ child “how are you so calm about this? this is our daughter we’re talking about here! take me a little more seriously, y/n!”

✧｡ you’re cracking up at the sight of kuroo, wiping tears from your eyes as you cross your arms, an evil glint shining in those eyes of yours

✧｡ “you’ll never guess who she does have a crush on, sweetheart.”

✧｡ “what?”

✧｡ your daughter is trying oh so hard to give you a signal of no no no no no no no no no mom please spare me but you’re just ignoring it, “go on, sweetie. tell your father who this special boy of yours is.”

✧｡ “... lev’s son...”

✧｡ RIP tetsurou kuroo, gone too soon.

daichi sawamura.

✧｡ now, daichi takes the news far better than how kuroo does, but you can tell he’s just a wee bit protective

✧｡ you can see it in the way he scrunches his nose every time your daughter brings up this boy— it’s subtle, but definitely noticeable

✧｡ he finds about his daughter’s crush while he picks her up from school, he spots her chatting up a storm with a classmate of hers

✧｡ “is that a friend of yours, sweetheart?” she’s in high spirits as daichi takes her home, which he’s happy with. he wants nothing more than to see his little bundle of joy happy as can be

✧｡ “silly daddy! that’s my boyfriend! he asked me out today while we were both at the swings, and i said yes!”

✧｡ JDJSJJF HE ALMOST SWERVED THE CAR BUT CAUGHT HIMSELF JUST IN TIME, KEEP DRIVING MR. SAWAMURA YOURE ALMOST HOME

✧｡ “b-boyfriend, you say?”

✧｡ “mhm! i’ve had a crush on him for a while, and he likes me back! so when he asked me to be his girlfriend, i said yes and we hugged!”

✧｡ by the looks of his face when he and your child came home, you knew exactly what had happened between your husband and your daughter on the way back— you were suppressing your laughter as much as possible, but a snicker escaped your lips as you greeted your daughter and let her inside

✧｡ “you knew about this, didn’t you, y/n?” daichi mumbled as he greeted you with a kiss on the forehead, clearly bothered by the news

✧｡ “she’d always fill me in on her adventures with her crush, telling me how she knows deep within her heart that they belong together.” you had turned to your daughter, who finished putting her bag down and you picked her up in her arms, “did he ask you out today, sweetie? were your predictions correct?”

✧｡ “yes! we’re dating now!” just hearing those words made daichi’s heart clench, but he had to just smile through the pain

✧｡ “that’s... lovely, sweetheart...” had he bothered to say anything more, he was going to pass out

✧｡ “wait, daddy doesn’t know who your boyfriend is, huh?” you smirked, causing daichi’s face to pale, “why don’t you tell him who your special someone is, dear?”

✧｡ your daughter grinned, “you know his dad, daddy! mr. nishinoya!”

✧｡ daichi proceeded to stare a wall blankly for the next half hour, repeating the words “oh my god, noya has a son” like a mantra.

✧｡ “mommy, what’s wrong with daddy?”

✧｡ “just give him some time, he’ll process it soon.”

wakatoshi ushijima.

✧｡ the first time he heard of his daughter having a crush on someone, it went completely over his head and thought nothing of it

✧｡ “daddy! i have a crush on that boy over there!”

✧｡ “oh. that’s nice, dear.”

✧｡ you were initially surprised when you heard his reaction, you weren’t expecting ushi to be so nonchalant— he was very overprotective of your only child, even if he didn’t show it

✧｡ turns out, he doesn’t know what a crush IS

✧｡ he thought it was just some childhood slang for classmate, and proceeded to carry on with his day— his daughter didn’t explain to him what having a crush meant, either

✧｡ oh sweet mother of jesus, you’ve married a complete dunce

✧｡ “toshi... you’re okay with her having a crush on a boy, right? you don’t mind?” you had to know for yourself, you asked ushijima about it when he came home from adlers practice; you let him wash up and both of you had put your child down for the night, you were busy making a late night meal for him since you know he can get hungry after working so hard

✧｡ “why wouldn’t i be okay with it? doesn’t she have many crushes?”

✧｡ you pressed your fingers against your temples and sighed loudly, shaking your head in disbelief. “do you even know what crushes are?”

✧｡ “classmates...?” seeing the shock on your face, he raised an eyebrow slightly, confused with your exasperation. “is it not youth slang for classmates?”

✧｡ “toshi— no. just, no.” you sat down in a chair next to him, and proceeded to explain that crushes are not slang for classmates, and to explain what your daughter was going through

✧｡ uh, i think you broke him

✧｡ after a whole five minutes of silence, all you got in return was “... oh. that’s what crushes are.”

✧｡ his face was completely blank, you weren’t sure if it was him realizing that he did not like that, or if he still was completely confused to his daughter having feelings for a boy

✧｡ “... well, i don’t see the harm in it.” you turned in surprise— his face was still stoic and unreadable, but he had shrugged slightly as it was your turn to raise an eyebrow, “a harmless crush on a boy isn’t too bad. and besides,” you could see a ghost of a smirk appear on his lips, “i had a crush on you, and we turned out like this.”

✧｡ sir that is illegal wtf go back to being a dunce

✧｡ you scoffed and hid your blush in your hands, rolling your eyes a bit, “do you even know who the boy is, toshi?”

✧｡ “am i supposed to know?”

✧｡ “ask your friend hoshiumi tomorrow at pracrice, i think he’ll be able to fill you in on it.”

✧｡ wakatoshi had many, many questions for his daughter the next evening when he came back from practice, oh boy.

tooru oikawa.

✧｡ honestly, i think tooru would take the news the best out of everyone here JFJSJJD probably because he’s so experienced in having people fawn and gawk over him, oops

✧｡ but obviously he’s still gonna be a little diva about it; after all, it’s HIS perfect princess we’re talking about here

✧｡ he came back home at the sight of your daughter daydreaming to you about her day at school, anyone with common sense could see how whipped and smitten over whoever this person was

✧｡ “we held hands during recess today! i almost didn’t want to wash my hands when we went inside today— hi daddy!”

✧｡ oikawa scooped her up in her arms and chuckled, ruffling her hair slightly, “hey there sweetheart, who did you hold hands with today?”

✧｡ the little girl blushed, lowering her voice shyly as she twiddled her thumbs, “it’s this boy in my class who i really like...”

✧｡ you couldn’t help but laugh at tooru’s initial reaction; his eyebrows flew upwards as his jaw parted slightly, processing the fact that his babygirl had developed a crush™ on a classmate

✧｡ tooru wasn’t too bothered by it, he was just in shock— immediately after he simply kissed her hair and smiled brightly at your daughter, “that’s real sweet, princess. anyone would be lucky to have someone as adorable as you liking them.”

✧｡ “you’re just saying that because i’m your daughter, daddy.”

✧｡ “no! i am just saying the truth!”

✧｡ he huffed, “besides, you better not get married so soon! you’re still MY baby, he can’t take you from me just yet! i’m still number one in your heart, right?”

✧｡ “tooru...”

✧｡ “y/n, how can you be so content with her having a crush already? she’ll be gone from us so soon from the power of love! not yet not yet, i’m not ready to say goodbye!”

✧｡ embodiment of 🥺, part two

✧｡ “of course you’re still number one daddy, i just like him a little bit, that’s all!” your daughter pouted a bit, causing the brunet to chuckle and kiss her forehead next

✧｡ “i’m joking, princess. having a crush is so adorable, i remember when your mom still had a crush on me.”

✧｡ “you had a crush on me first, tooru.”

✧｡ “BESIDES THE POINT, who’s the lucky guy?”

✧｡ you laughed at his question, your lips quivering as your suppressed your laugh but not fully, a hand covering your mouth but the laughter evidently there, tooru looked at you weirdly

✧｡ “what’s so funny?”

✧｡ you turned to your daughter, “tell him, sweetie.”

✧｡ a bright grin, followed by, “kyoutani!”

✧｡ holy mother of goodness oikawa almost dropped her from the name, a loud gasp filling the room as his face turned completely white

✧｡ “y/n, please tell me i heard her wrong. PLEASE TELL ME I DIDN’T JUST HEAR THAT.”

✧｡ “our daughter crushing on mad dog’s son? no, you heard that perfectly clear, darling.”

koutarou bokuto.

✧｡ bokuto will take it personally and will see to it that he will win this one-sided war for your daughter’s affection

✧｡ same way kuroo found out, he was def eavesdropping on you and your daughter’s girl time; there was no escaping him the moment he opened the door

✧｡ “b-but what do you mean you like a boy at your school?” emo mode is a go

✧｡ “i just like him, daddy! it’s not like i’m gonna marry him!” she paused, “... yet.”

✧｡ “Y/NNNNNNN OUR BABY IS GROWING UP SO QUICKLY DO SOMETHING!”

✧｡ “kou, it’s just a crush...”

✧｡ “do you not remember how it was when i had a crush on you?”

✧｡ you sighed, running a hand through his hair to calm him down— which worked, a little bit— “you, koutarou, are a special breed.” you kissed his forehead, sighing at how his hair depleted

✧｡ “you are still my princess! my babygirl! i should talk to this fellow, because i will not be second best to my daughter’s heart.” he huffed, puffing out his chest with pride

✧｡ she, on the other hand, is completely embarrassed by this, “daddy, no...”

✧｡ “what? why not?”

✧｡ “actually, you should let him do just that, sweetheart.” you crossed your arms and smiled, much to your daughter’s dismay. “i think akaashi will find entertainment in seeing this for himself.”

✧｡ “akaashi? what does he have to do with this?”

✧｡ too late, you’re already calling the other fukurodani alumni, chuckling as both bokuto and your daughter are giving you the same exact confused look— like father, like daughter

✧｡ “akaashi will be here in about 10 minutes. i told him to bring his child, here, too.”

✧｡ “baby, what are you talking about—”

✧｡ meanwhile, your daughter was in a frenzy, running around the house as she screamed about getting ready and looking nice for the guests— bokuto was still plopped one the floor, looking up at you like a lost puppy

✧｡ akaashi walks through the door with a grin on his lips, holding his son’s hand as you greeted both of them at the door, “akaashi! wonderful to have you here! your son is looking so handsome.”

✧｡ “akaashi? why are you here?” kou blinks in confusion, scratching the side of his head before he notices how his own daughter is reacting— she looks like she’s about to explode, hiding behind his leg with a whole face of blush

✧｡ “y/n said you wanted to talk to my son about something, so i figured why not? i’ve got a day off.” akaashi chuckled and waved to your daughter, who shyly waved back but hid again before the other guest in the house could get a good look at her

✧｡ “WAIT. YOUR SON IS—”

✧｡ you left the room, you were laughing so loudly— akaashi found this quite humorous as well; bokuto looked down at his daughter, clinging onto his leg and smiling softly to herself. she had gotten the courage to wave at akaashi’s son, who smiled brightly at her and blushed as well

✧｡ “... oh my god.” he felt like an idiot, yes— but akaashi’s kid being the lucky guy? “ARRANGE THE MARRIAGE!”

✧｡ “koutarou, NO.”

✧｡ “bokuto-san, no.”

✧｡ “DADDY, NOOOOOO!”

[samwrights]

Team Karasuno as dads [hc]

For a married woman that doesn’t want kids, I sure do fantasize about my boys being dads a lot.

Asahi;

He definitely cried when he found out you were pregnant.

When your daughter was born, he couldn’t even be in the room because he was so overwhelmed with you being in pain and the fact he was about to bE A DAD

He doesn’t even remember how you started dating because he was so blown away by your beauty or so he claims but the fact that y’all were married?? And having a kid?? When did he get so bold??

Eventually he got over it cause he felt bad that he wasn’t in the room holding your hand while you literally pushed a whole ass human out ya cooch.

He fainted

The first time he held his daughter was the first time he had felt complete, more complete than when he rejoined the volleyball team in his third year. It felt amazingly right. He tries to deny the fact and say your wedding was just as wholesome but you can tell. Fatherhood is something entirely different for him

“She takes after momma’s beauty.” A simp through and through.

Asahi is a parental HOG. Which is kinda nice cause he loves doting on your child but also HI I AM MOM AND WOULD LIKE TO HOLD MY BABY???

He tells YOU how to hold her and feed her and little ticks about her personality like you aren’t on maternity leave and are with the baby ALL DAY (although he is REALLY pushing for you to just be a stay-at-home mom)

Because he is soooo doting, it’s very rare that you wake in the middle of the night to feed or change her—Asahi is ALL over it. But he is human and there are days he’s too tired to wake up from dead sleep. It’s ok, he’s your human. Daddy deserves rest too.

Asahi would totally be a co-sleeper, or at least nap with the baby as much as he possibly could.

Definitely bought her multiple onesies that say “daddy’s little princess”.

She gonna be a spoiled brat when she’s older 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

Daichi Dadchi;

I mean he’s a literal running joke in the fandom

After being elected as the unofficial dad of the VBC in his high school days, it was no wonder that he was such a natural with your three munchkins.

Having three slightly older boys of varying ages, you relied heavily on Daichi to get through to them when you couldn’t.

He’s definitely the strict parent; your sons all try to take advantage of you 💀 demons

Your boys saw you as a pushover most of the time because you were just so tired.

“Just keep trying for a girl, they said. There’s a 50/50 chance, they said.” Was something Daichi would find you chanting to yourself often while you cooked dinner and the boys were playing soccer in the house and breaking something.

Even though Daichi is strict, he really tries to emphasize to the boys to treat you with kindness to make it a bit easier on you.

“Guys, please don’t make your mother rip her hair out.”

“We’re just playin’!” They would sing in flawed harmony

“One day, you guys are going to be all grown up with your own special person with your own kids, and you’re gonna love them so much that you’ll understand why I’m telling you to calm down and listen to your mom.” Asjdfkhlek.

“Ewwww, daddy loves mommy.”

“I sure do.”

Sugawara;

On god, Suga would be the most patient parent. He treats your toddlers like mini adults and not your insane nine year old girl or six year old boy.

He listens thoroughly when they are upset about something, cautiously listening to the deeper truths about why they’re upset and takes great care in making sure his children feel validated.

Super dad 🥰

But it’s not a random event; after being married to you for the last decade, he had so much practice with conflict resolution and genuinely listening to you that it was a natural tendency at this point.

For the most part, your children are incredibly well behaved. Sure, there’s an occasional incident because, well they’re kids. Your daughter, being the older of the two and nearly finished with primary school, was entering her phase of discovering boys and constantly writing in her diary.

Suga may be super dad, but he is not perfect, and for some reason I totally see him reading her diary.

“Koushi, put it back. Now.” He was just going to pretend that you using your mom voice on him didn’t turn him on and prepare him to fill you with another baby.

While he may be an expert on conflict resolution, you enforced respecting their privacy; quite a dynamic between the two of you in terms of validating your children as individuals.

“But honey, our daughter is starting to like boys.”

“At least one of the females in this house does.” 💀💀💀 with angels for children, someone had to be the clown of the Sugawara family and it was certainly you.

Tanaka;

You and Tanaka had your first baby in your guys’ third year of high school, which you would be lying if you said it wasn’t hell.

Tanaka fought tooth and nail to try to do everything from makin dinner, working, making sure you were getting rest, and of course still playing volleyball. Everything except actually trying to graduate.

“I don’t have time to study babe, I have practice and then we gotta put this squirt to bed.”

There was a constant argument about Tanaka continuing with volleyball that nearly forced you two to split. While you knew how important it was to him, there was no way he was going to graduate from Karasuno while he was trying to care for you, a child, work, and play volleyball.

“Ryuu, please. I know you don’t wanna quit but if you can’t pass your classes, you won’t be able to participate anyway.” He did not take well to that.

It took him time to come to his senses and in that time, you had kept you and your son away from him to allow him his space.

Apparently that was also a wrong move on your part.

He was so angry and frustrated being away from his mini me that he had easily conceded to retiring from volleyball if it meant being able to watch his little nugget learn how to sit up and crawl.

Yes, he goes HAM on the nicknames. Squirt, nugget, mini me, beanie baby, tyke, and all of the above. He pretty much calls your son everything but his actual name.

“I’m sorry for being stubborn.” He says one night while you help him study for his finals, your sleeping son swaddled in your arms.

“I’m sorry for making you give up something you love.”

“Nah, I got you and the munchkin. That’s all I need.”

Noya;

I love Noya 🥺 but at first, he is a chaotic parent. Granted y’all had your first child when you were still in college and he hadn’t the faintest clue on how to be a dad.

To be perfectly honest, you weren’t quite sure how to parent either.

Neither of you knew how to change diapers

Noya definitely got peed on more times than he wishes to admit

When your son was still a newborn, just around finals time, neither of you could figure out for the life of you why your baby was crying in the middle of the night. Which inherently made you cry because you had an 8am final and you had finished studying 5 hours prior 🙃

“Try to get some sleep, babe. I’ll take care of him.” Nishinoya’s voice was thick with exhaustion, but he knew how little you’d been sleeping since giving birth.

When you went to leave for your final, Noya was asleep in your living room rocking chair, baby safely in his arms with the both of them just snoozing away.

It was a struggle but the two of you faced the challenge together, one step at a time with your energetic four-year-old son as you graduated university. By the time you had all settled into a larger apartment together as a family, Noya had yet to pop the question. He was too busy having fun with his little man.

Sometimes it scared you how in sync he was with his child probably because he was still a child himself but it was sweet and endearing.

“Hey babe?” He asks softly after the two of you tucked away your boy for the evening. You raised in eyebrow at him, silently goading for him to continue. “Do you want to have another?” Needless to say, he sure as shit impregnated you that night asjckglpwm

Hinata;

With Hinata being an older brother, I actually see him being a wonderful dad. However, homie’s got a one-track mind and with him playing professionally, you’re usually left to do the parenting.

Your kids definitely like you more than Shoyo, not that anyone blamed anyone; they just never see daddy :(

BUT when he is in dad mode and home, you suddenly remember why you were eager as shit to have more kids with him 🥴 which explains ya you’ve got your third on the way

When he does come home, he automatically greets his older, 8 year old son with noogies and a brief wrestling session. For some reason, Hinata felt the need to compete with his own child 💀

Headass.

But when he sees his daughter, his world stops because he has favorites and EVERYONE in the Hinata house knows it

Always asking your 6 year old girl how her day was, asking how she was doing ruling over her imaginary kingdom and if she found her Prince Charming yet.

“Pffft I don’t need Prince Charming, daddy, he’s icky!!! Mommy says I don’t need a man!”

Where is the lie

“Your mom is absolutely right and you should totally listen to her, she’s the best queen in the whole world.”

Because of his one-track mind, he is engaged fully with your kids when he is actually home. Your son had naturally gotten into volleyball which, even after a long day’s practice, Shoyo spends hours training him.

“Do you think this one’s finally gonna like me more than you?” He asks one night while he’s doing the dishes after dinner, while you’re right beside him drying them off.

“Sho, our kids love you. But mom is home with them allllll day and has been since birth.”

“Can we keep trying until one of them finally likes me more?” 💀💀💀 “or until we have enough to make our own volleyball team?”

Kageyama;

How this socially inept clown got ANYONE pregnant was unthinkable. Of course, to anyone but you. After being with him all throughout high school, it was more of a wonder how you didn’t get pregnant sooner

This dude dirty. His one track mind, if not on volleyball, was entirely on you. Nearly every night was date night which ALWAYS ended with bow chicka wow wow 😏 you horny mfers yalll moved in together as soon as you graduated from Karasuno.

Clothing at home was nonexistent.

With the two of you in your second year of college, living in your apartment, and being 8 months pregnant, the air had dramatically shifted.

Kageyama’s once still high sex drive had been channeled into school work, working, and of course, volleyball. You were planning on at least completing your semester before taking time off to care for the baby. It seemed one of you would have to really step up, and from what it seems, it wasn’t going to be Tobio.

When he was home, which was very few and far between with how much he had going on, he had tried to dote on you as much as he could physically muster. Kisses here and there, bathing together, and lots of snuggles.

Kageyama is in charge of the nursery and there’s no room for argument on this. With him not being as present at home, he sets up the nursery as a way to communicate with his child that he’s never going to see because of volleyball

I love Kags, but he is nowhere near ready to even think about parenting 💀 which you tried to be patient with, but with the due date approaching very rapidly, you kinda needed him to step it up.

“I’ve helped.” He tries using the nursery as an argument and he had gone to every doctors appointment but homeboy still doesn’t know how to make a bottle or change a diaper

Was he prepared to have to clean up baby shit and vomit? Absolutely not. Was he going to anyway? Lmao, absolutely not. This boy only wants to be daddy, not dad.

Tsukishima;

It shook everyone and their mother when people found out that Kei not only had a girlfriend that he met in college, but that his girlfriend was a milf according to Kuroo and Bokuto

When you and Kei had first started dating, your daughter was already five. And while you obviously didn’t bring her to classes with you, she was always with the two of you for date nights. Oddly enough, he really didn’t mind.

His patience for kids, now that’s he’s older and kids are actually kids and NOT his peers, rivals that of Sugawara’s.

“Hey Tsukki,” your spawn asks at dinner one day. “When are you and mommy gonna get married? People keep making fun of me cause I call my parents mommy and Tsukki.”

“Making fun of people isn’t cool, it’s so lame. They’re just jealous cause they don’t get to call their parents mommy and Tsukki.”

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That same night, Kei offers to read your daughter to sleep as if to reinforce the notion that mommy and Tsukki was cooler than mommy and daddy. Of course, he was pushing for this to hide that he was upset that children were making fun of her.

After that Tsukishima really gets into his dad role—walking your daughter to school with you or without you everyday, picking her up and giving her grandiose hugs. He made sure to lock eyes with every spectator, his height towering over many at the kindergarten. Silently telling them all “do not fuck with her, or you answer to me.”

He’s sosososo protective, I can’t. He ain’t scared to fight a toddler.

Even well after you and Tsukishima introduce a child of your own, your daughter still insists on calling him Tsukki and adamantly tries to teach her sister to say Tsukki instead of dada.

“You’re okay with the kids not calling you ‘Daddy’, Kei?”

“The only one I want calling me daddy is you.”

Yamaguchi;

This poor bean 💀 not only was he not prepared for fatherhood in the slightest, but twins?!

You both swore up and down they were evil. If one was hungry, the other one would refuse to eat until the other finished their meal. This applied to using their diapers as well.

Imagine the energy of Hinata and Nishinoya as baby twin boys, and lo and behold, yours and Tadashi’s kids.

While you had slightly more patience with them, knowing they were going to grow up eventually and become their own independent humans. Tadashi was not handling this well at all.

Low key, he felt like he was doing a horrible job as a parent and, after the boys had finally gone to sleep for the night, you’d spent a lot of time consoling Tadashi.

“Why can’t I be like—“

“Baby, you’ve got to stop comparing yourself to all of your friends. None of them have twin boys that are less than a year old.”

“Yeah but Hinata has three of them, so does Daichi—“

“Honey, you aren’t them. You’re you, so please, just be you.”

He’s ambitious when it comes to parenting—he wants to be the best dad ever, and he only gets better with practice.

That doesn’t make him wanna tear out his hair any less, but as the boys get older, it does get easier. We pretend their toddler years didn’t exist, it was a nightmare that Tadashi does NOT want to relive

[cherrybracelets]

We Fell In Love in October

dad!spencer x reader

a continuation of these blurbs. you do not need to read them to read this fic, but they all take place in the same universe

word count: 2.7k | warnings: pregnancy, hospitals, other than that all fluff

We fell in love in October, That’s why I love fall, Looking at the stars, Admiring from a far

There was nothing that broke your heart more than the fact that you were missing your daughters first time trick or treating. But, as Spencer reminded you every day, you were way too pregnant to be out walking around all night while she got candy. You were devastated, but you knew he was right. You were nearing your due date and felt like you were carrying a whale around at all times. There was absolutely no way you’d last longer than 20 minutes without whining about how your feet hurt.

So you and Spencer decided you’d stay home and hand out candy while he took Imogen to the fanciest neighborhood in your suburb so she could get the best candy. You remember trick or treating in the same neighborhood as a kid, and the houses always had full size candy bars and toys. There was one house that made a mini haunted house in their front yard every year, and it was your favorite thing as a kid. You felt sick thinking that Immy was going to experience it for the first time without you. 

“You promise me you will take a ton of pictures and videos? If there’s not at least 500, we are literally getting a divorce,” you pouted, helping Spencer get his costume on. 

“Babe, I promise you won’t miss a second of it. I know it sucks you can’t go, but you have to keep my little baby safe,” he smiled, kissing your swollen belly and then bringing his lips to yours, giving you a small peck. 

“I’m gonna go check on her, make sure she’s got her costume all set. Why don’t you go downstairs and relax, you seem a little high strung today,” he teased, walking out of your bedroom together and into your daughters room. 

“Of course I’m high strung, Spence. I’m a thousand months pregnant and you’re taking my daughter away from me to walk around alone in the dark.” You felt yourself tearing up, one again out of control of your emotions. Being pregnant fucking sucked. 

“Do you not trust me to keep Immy safe? Do you know what I do for a living?” Spencer laughed, and you rolled your eyes in annoyance as you walked down the stairs to go flop on your couch. 

You felt the baby kick, and you placed a hand on your belly. You both decided not to find out the gender, the same thing you did with your last pregnancy. Spencer loved not knowing, claiming you got ‘more gifts’ if you didn’t know. But it drove you crazy. Even though you didn't know for sure, Spencer was convinced it was a boy. He wanted a son so bad, so you played along with his fantasy, but you were pretty certain it was a girl. You felt the same as you did when you were pregnant with Imogen, even craving the same foods as before. You had a mother's instinct- you knew who she was. 

You leaned your head back on the couch, closing your eyes to rest for a moment. You seemed to be constantly exhausted, despite spending most of the day sleeping. You slowly rubbed your belly, always afraid that if you went too long without touching her she would forget you. 

“You ready, Mommy?” You heard Spencer’s voice say, from the top of the stairs. You smiled happily, keeping your eyes closed as the two of them came down to the living room in their costumes. 

“Let me see my loves!” You responded, giggling in anticipation as you awaited your daughters first Halloween costume. 

“Look at me, Mommy! I’m so pretty!” Imogen said, Spencer holding the girl in his arms. You opened your eyes to see her dressed as a fairy- exactly what she wanted. You felt yourself tearing up, which were a mix of happy and sad tears. 

“You both look so amazing!” You stuttered, trying to get your words out through muffled cries. 

“Don’t cry, Mommy!” Immy pouted, wriggling out of Spencer’s arms and onto the couch to give you a hug. 

“Oh, I’m not sad, Im. You’re just so pretty!” You kissed her on the top of the head, trying not to mess up her costume. 

“We should probably get going soon. I don’t want to be out too late,” Spencer frowned, checking his watch and looking outside to see if it was getting dark yet. 

“Right, of course. Please keep me updated, okay?” 

“Of course, my love.” 

“Have fun, you guys. Be safe!” 

Spencer and Imogen waved goodbye to you, blowing you a kiss as they walked out the door. You tried your best not to cry as they drove away, trying to focus on getting ready to hand candy out to other kids. You knew it was probably just your anxiety, and the fact that you and Spence had been watching scary movies every night for the past month- but you had a bad feeling about tonight. And it was only a short time later when you realized your feeling was right. 

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Spencer was one of the smartest men alive- that was indisputable. But where he excelled in book smarts, sometimes his common sense was lacking. Like how he was consistently forgetting to charge his phone. So when it died after only an hour of trick or treating- probably because he hadn’t stopped taking pictures since they left- he felt like a huge idiot. Especially considering how much you reminded him to plug it in every night before bed. 

But he tried not to panic, convincing himself he had recorded enough of the night to satisfy you. Plus, now he could really be in the moment with his daughter, which was what it was all about, right? 

“C'mon Daddy,” Imogen groaned, pulling Spencer by the arm up to another house. And as Spencer followed his daughter, he realized where they were. This was the house. The ‘haunted house’ house that you talked about every Halloween, that the both of you were so excited for Immy to experience herself. And Spencer had promised you a thousand times over that he would record the entire experience. 

‘Fuck,’ he thought to himself, shaking his head in disappointment, preparing for the inevitable fight when he had to tell you he didn’t record it. Unless, they just don’t go? That could work, right? He would just tell you that they didn’t do it this year, and next Halloween they could all go together. The plan was perfect. Except for one thing. 

“Please, Daddy. I really wanna go to this house,” his daughter frowned, crossing her arms in frustration. 

“Immy, please just listen to Dad, okay. Not this house.” His daughter was persistent and adorable, which made this incredibly difficult. 

“No. I want to go to this one.” 

“Imogen Josephine, when your Dad tells you no, you have to listen.” 

“No! I want to go!” She turned around quickly, running up the driveway to the house. Spencer rolled his eyes in annoyance, chasing after her. She was running quickly, not paying attention to her surroundings. It was a disaster waiting to happen, and Spencer knew it. But he couldn’t catch up to her before disaster struck. She tripped over one of the decorations, falling on the pavement and falling on her arm. 

“Ow!” She yelled, her eyes filling with tears as she sat on the ground. Spencer caught up with her, immediately getting on the ground and checking on her. 

“Imogen! This is why you listen to me when I tell you no!” He yelled in frustration, trying to see just how bad her scrapes and cuts were. 

“Don’t yell at me!” She responded, now fully crying and screaming. 

“I’m sorry, peanut. I didn’t mean to get mad,” Spencer responded, wiping the tears from her cheeks and picking her up. 

“My arm really hurts,” she wept, holding her now swollen wrist away from them. 

“Okay, peanut, I think we need to go to the hospital and get that checked out,” Spencer instructed, carrying his daughter down the street and back towards their car. He knew you were going to kill him when he got a call from the hospital. He felt sick to his stomach as he got Immy in the car and started driving. What an absolute nightmare. Maybe he couldn’t do it without you. Maybe his skills as a parent were only valid if you were around to watch him. 

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Seeing all of the cute kids in their costumes was definitely making you feel better. You knew you had to trust Spencer. He was an amazing Dad and husband, and he would always take care of your girl. You knew he would. 

But, everything seemed to fall apart in about five minutes. It all started when you went to check Spencer’s location, a bad habit that you knew wouldn’t solve anything. When it popped up that he couldn’t be located, you felt your stomach flip and your heart skip a beat. 

“Damnit Spence. Charge your fucking phone…” you whispered, shaking your head and digging your nails into your palms. It was okay, though. He was fine, they were fine. Right? 

And then the worst possible thing could’ve happened. You felt a weird pain in your abdomen, one that caused you to nearly double over and fall on the floor. Only a few seconds later, it made sense. Your water broke. 

You weren’t due for another two weeks. This could not be happening. There’s no way. But another contraction a few minutes later made it clear- you were having your baby, and Spencer had no phone. Holy shit. 

You reached for your phone and instinctively called JJ, telling yourself it was because she lived the closest but also knowing she was the only person who could handle being in the delivery room with you if you couldn’t find your husband. 

“I’m going to kill him,” you screamed into the phone, not even bothering to greet your friend or explain the situation. 

“Woah, okay kiddo. What’s going on?” 

“His phone is dead, and I am having this damn baby. I am going to kill him.” 

“Oh, Jesus (Y/N). Okay… um… we can figure this out. Do you know what neighborhood they're in?” 

“Yes.” 

“Okay, I’ll send Will to go drive around and look for them. In the meantime, I am coming to pick you up and take you to the hospital. Just relax, take a few deep breaths. Everything will be fine.” 

You hung up the call and grabbed your hospital bag, patiently waiting by the door. JJ was only about ten minutes away, but it felt like you were waiting for hours. You tried calling Spencer’s phone a few times, but it went right to voicemail. This could not be happening. Holy shit, this could not be happening. 

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Spencer pulled into the emergency room parking lot, whipping his car through the lines as his daughter cried in the backseat. He finally found a spot, parking terribly and quickly grabbing Imogen. 

“We’re here now, peanut, everything’s gonna be okay,” he reassured her, not truly believing the words himself. His heart was racing, his breath shaky and his mind going a million miles a minute. He needed to talk to you as soon as possible- he needed you to tell him, and your daughter, everything would be okay. 

“Hi, um, my daughter fell and hurt her arm. I just need to get her checked in,” he spoke, his voice quick and panicky as he stood at the desk. 

“Of course. What’s her name and date of birth?” The woman asked, smiling kindly at the two of them. 

“Imogen Josephine Reid. She was born April 8th, 2017.”

“Oh, wonderful, I’ve got her file right here. Let’s get her admitted.” 

Spencer stood impatiently, holding his daughters hand as she stood next to him, watching the secretary take her sweet time to admit Imogen. Spencer was tapping his foot in frustration, which Imogen quickly noticed, placing her free hand on his knee and telling him to stop. Spencer just laughed at his daughter, who was always so unapologetic, always just telling people whatever thoughts came to her head. 

“Oh no, this is not good,” a familiar voice behind him said. He turned around quickly and saw JJ, a nauseated look on her face. 

“What are you doing here…” Spencer asked, furrowing his brows in confusion. She appeared just fine, and she wasn’t with anyone else. 

“Spencer, don’t freak out, but-” 

“SPENCER REID!” You yelled, your face red and voice fuming. 

“Wait, what is going on?” Spencer looked at you, confused, as you were being wheeled into the emergency room by a nurse.  

“Why are you at the emergency room, Spencer? What happened to Imogen?” 

“Hi Mommy! I fell and hurt my arm!” Imogen responded, her face stained with tears and her costume ripped from the fall. 

“What?” You were seething, staring at Spencer with wide eyes. You were about to yell again, but your whole body seized and pain shot through your body. Another contraction. They were getting closer, and you knew it was only a matter of time before this baby came out. You whined loudly, gripping onto the arm of the chair and closing your eyes in pain. 

“We need to get you in a room now, Mrs. Reid,” the nurse instructed, looking at JJ and Spencer. 

“Wait… are you… are we having a baby?” Spencer’s eyes got wide, excitement filling his face as he realized what was going on. 

“Yes, Spencer. Maybe you could try to not let this one break their arm,” you yelled, immediately noticing Spencer’s shit in tone as you yelled at him. 

“Okay, okay, everyone. I’m sure what happened with Immy was an accident, right Spence?” 

“Yes, yes I promise. She was running and tripped…” 

“See, (Y/N)! Just an accident. So why don’t I take her to go see the Doctor and you guys can go… have your baby,” JJ smiled, doing her best to handle the situation. She was used to dealing with yours and Spencer's chaos. She was also Imogen’s godmother, and she did not take that role lightly. 

“Okay… okay… let’s go have our baby.” 

“Let’s go have our baby!” 

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On November 1st, 2020, at 1:17 AM, your second daughter was born. You weren’t shocked at all when the doctors told you it was a girl, but Spencer was at a loss for words. They wrapped your small newborn in a blanket and handed her back to you. You were even more in love with her than you thought possible, and so was your husband. 

JJ and Imogen were in the waiting room, along with Will and the rest of the team. Immy’s arm was fine- nothing more than a bad bruise. They had given her a halloween ice pack and a bag full of candy, to which JJ allowed her to have a little too much, and she crashed from the sugar rush pretty hard. She was passed out in Uncle Rossi’s arms, drooling chocolate all over his pajamas. 

“Guys… she’s here.” Spencer smiled, walking out of the delivery room to share the news with his family. 

“She? Another girl? I knew it. You owe me twenty bucks, Derek,” Garcia giggled, Derek rolling his eyes in response. 

“Can we meet her?” JJ asked, happy to have another little girl to spoil. 

“Of course. Come on!” 

Rossi woke Imogen up, who was thrilled to meet her baby sister. Everyone walked quietly into the room, where you were holding your sleeping daughter in your arms. You were overjoyed to see all of them, knowing they would always be your family, and the first to meet your baby, because they were her family, too. 

“Mommy!” Immy yelled, running towards you. 

“Shh, be quiet, peanut. She’s sleeping!” 

“Got it. Quiet.” Immy whispered, giggly as she looked down on her little sister. 

“She looks like you, Spence,” Emily laughed, lightly grabbing Spencer’s shoulder. 

“Do you remember how much Imogen looked like (Y/N) when she was born?” JJ asked, smiling down at the two girls. 

“We now have a clone of each of us. It’s only a matter of time before we take over the world,” Spencer laughed, his arm wrapped around you and the baby. 

“What’s her name?” Hotch asked.

“Lola. Lola Danielle Reid.” 

“Welcome to the BAU, Lola.” 

[sweetchup]

Family

Type: Chrollo x reader

Au?: Family Au? Ish? But still takes place in normal HxH

Word count: 3000+

Warnings: Mature content, Abandonment, Disownment, Non-Con, Smut, Voyerism, little bondage, breeding kink (if you squint), no protection and Yandere

This isn’t how you imagined the day before your 22nd birthday to go. Yet here you were, sitting in your small two bedroom apartment with your two sons, well adoptive sons, who were playing on the floor quietly. The quietness is almost peaceful and comfy, even with the cramped space the cheap place provided. But you couldn’t just ignore the elephant in the room.

Legs spread and body leaned back into the Sofa. You would’ve thought Chrollo Lucilfer lived here based on how calmed he was. His eyes weren’t trained on one of his favorite books either, instead they were watching, observing, the boys on the ground, his sons, his itsy bitsy spiders.

You couldn’t deny it either. As you look at them, the resemblance was uncanny. The twins were basically almost identical copies of the young man. Except for a few minor differences.

Rubbing your temple, you close your eyes. How did you get into the mess exactly? Oh yeah the day after the twins were born.

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Fingers cold, clothes wet and throat hoarse, you stood out in your driveway in the rain. This wasn’t how you pictured your first couple of days out of high school to go. Your face and body stained with the cries from the sky, it was raining so much tonight that it was even hard to see what was even in front of you.

“You can’t do that to them! It’s wrong Melissa! Mom, come on we need to stop her!” You shout, not letting go onto your sister's arm.

“(Y/n) stop. You need to let it go” Your father orders from the door of your house, your mother in his arms distraught. Her body visibly shaking at the event turning out in front of her.

“Let it go. Let it go?!? You are seriously going to allow her to sell her newborn children, your grandchildren to meteor city? To that shitplace?”

Your older sister, Melissa, yanks her arm from your grasp. She glares at you backing away.

“It’s where they belong in the first place!”

Melissa gestures back at the old truck on the street. Next to the truck stood a man in a hazmat like suit holding the crying twins in his rubbery arms. You lost it and pulled Melissa by her shirt.

“Fucking excuse me?!?”

She shoves you away and into a puddle on the ground.

“You don’t understand (y/n)! They are monsters just like their father. We need—“

“Who says they are?! They literally got born yesterday.”

“(Y/n)—“

“No!! You are being selfish!! It wasn’t their fault you decided to go on a fun adventure and get knocked up by the leader of the phantom troupe! You—“

“(Y/n) that’s enough!” Your father yells, “the decision has been made.”

You ball your fist in the dirty water. It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair! They hadn’t done anything wrong. Melissa was being selfish.

She thought it was all fun and games being with the leader of the phantom troupe. Getting her bubblegum brains fucked out by Mr bad boy. Yet when it came to being responsible for what she had done and made, she couldn’t do it. She just didn’t want to go through the trouble.You know what. Fuck this. Fuck that. Fuck everyone.

Cursing under your breath, you stand up and dig into your pocket. Pulling out a wad of cash you chuck half to your sister and walk over to the man who has the twins.

Without a word you hold out the money as he looks at you. He looks at his partner next to him who grabs the cash. The man counts the money and nods. You quickly grab the wet and crying twins into your arms, backing away from the men.

Sadly you look down at the pair as the wiggle in your arms from the rain. You need to get them to warmth quickly before they get sick. Taking a look at your house, you walk inside.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) (L/n)!! What in the world are you doing?!” Your mother shouts and follows after you.

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Now here you were, 4 years later, in this apartment. You had just finished High School when the babies were born, kicked out when you took the twins in and have been on your own since then.

Well until now, of course. You had come home from taking the kids out on a small toy shopping trip to see Chrollo sitting on your couch. It had seemed he had finally tracked you and the twins down, though you weren’t hiding from him anyways. You knew it would be futile to escape from an A-list bounty criminal like him, it would just waste money and time, and you were smarter than that.

“Mom!”

You look over at the eldest of the twins who had called your name. It wasn’t the best time to choose to talk but you can’t do much about it now.

“Hmm? What wrong August?” You say, getting off the couch and sitting on the ground next to the boy. The boy looks at chrollo suspiciously before looking at you

”Can I have shiny?” He whispers, like it’s a secret.

“Shiny?” You parrot back, “Oh! You mean my Keys?” August hushes you like he doesn’t want Chrollo to know.

Reaching into your back pocket you grab the keys. You palm them in your hand before letting them dangle out in front of the young boy; jingling as they drop.

“You want to play with my keys August?”

August’s eyes sparkle and he claps his hands with glee as you hand them to him.

“Thanks mom!” He shouts walking over to the rest of his toys.

You smile as you look at the young boy. August was the eldest of the twins, and even though he was still so young he was very mischievous. In a simple sense three ways to describe him were he was playful, a little sneaky and truly a little thief, especially when it came to the many shiny objects around the house. He loved to take them and hide them in his many secret places so he could keep them all to himself.

Your keys were one of his favorites. His all time favorite even. You didn’t know why and neither did he. All you could guess was it was due to you allowing him to play with it ever since he was a little baby.

“Hmm? Kao? What’s wrong?” You ask, looking at the small boy peering from under the coffee table. Kao’s silver eyes just stare at you and he only responds by blinking once.

Kao was the opposite of August, sure he was mischievous at times as well, those two could be quite a handful, but he was very quiet and liked to keep to himself compared to his brother. Due to him liking to be quiet he had created a bit of a habit of doing this Morse code type of thing with his eyes. One blink means no, two blinks means yes and many blinks means I don’t know. Then there were also the many expressions with his eyes that he would be added to those blinks. Like an angry gleam in his eyes with a yes blink could translate to “Ugh fine” while a glossy sad eye with a I don’t know blink could translate to “mommy. I don’t know.” Or “Hold me.”

Right now Kao only blinked once and he has blank eyes so he said “nothing’s wrong”.

“Oh ok Kao. Is there anything I can get you?”

Kao opens up his arms and blinks twice for yes.

With a small whisper he says “cuddle.”

He was so cute sometimes. You coo at the young boy, pulling him gentle from under the table. As soon as Kao is in your lap, he rubs up into your soft sweater. After a couple more rubs and moving around he lets out a soft sigh, deeming he was comfortable and happy.

“Hey! Let me join!! I wanna cuddle mom!” August yells and sprints from his pile of things. With his running start he jumps, more like cannonball, into your lap. You groan as August lands. Here we go again. Or maybe not?

You had expected Kao to huff and claw at August. He usually does it when he believes his older brother is being a nuisance or being too rough with you. Yet you instead see that Kao is ignoring his brother and is having a staring contest with Chrollo.

Crap… you were so distracted by the kids that you forgot Chrollo was even in the room.

.

.

You kind of wondered how long this could go on. Chrollo seemed like a tough shell to crack.

.

“Cuddle” Kao requests suddenly. Startling everyone in the room.

Kao's request causes Chrollo to raise an eyebrow at the young boy. You however just sat there astonished. You couldn’t believe Kao had invited Chrollo for a hug. Kao hates strangers. It took the young boy over two months to allow any of the other children or staff at the daycare to even approach him.

You hear a creak from the coach and watch as Mr Edgelord himself, Chrollo, stands up and approaches your group. He was totally an Edgelord though with his long leather cross jacket, slick back hair and pale white skin. He looked like BotchedTopic hurled all over him. I mean that wasn’t bad he was clearly handsome, hell he was a 10 out of 10 in your book, but you just couldn’t wrap your head around how your blonde, fake and plastic like sister went and got knocked up by this guy.

Chrollo sits down on the floor next to you and goes to grab the boy from your lap but Kao only shuffles away. Chrollo pauses and looks amused at the young boy and tries again but the same thing happens. Chrollo looks at you to see if you know what’s going on.

With knitted eyebrows you look down at Kao. “Kao what’s wrong? Don’t you want to cuddle with dad?”

He blinks no but repeats “Cuddle”

You don’t understand. But August seemed to because he lights up like a Christmas tree.

“Yeah mom cuddle!”

You laugh, confused, and look at August. “August what are you and Kao talking about?”

“Mom!! It’s obvious! you have to cuddle with dad!!”

You blink a couple of times in shock before going beet red as Kao nods his head.

You sputter out incoherent words before taking a deep breath and in a soft voice say, “August, Chrollo and I aren’t together, together. We just can’t cuddle randomly.”

As you finish you see August’s face drop and Kao looking sad. Then for the first time in a while Kao actually says a full sentence.

“But...but the other mommys and daddys do it. The other kids tell us all the time.”

You are shocked silent. So that’s why. You hadn’t even thought of the fact that Kao and August are the only two at the daycare that don’t have a dad. You didn’t even think about what was being said by other kids or if they even noticed. Man this was a situation you had gotten yourself into.

Sighing you look up at chrollo. You don’t want to do it but you know it would make them happy. Pulling Kao and August off your lap you turn to chrollo.

Sheepishly you look at him in the eyes and, amused, he nods.

Holding onto his shoulder you sit lightly on his lap. You still wanted to keep distance between you two so you leaned a little bit above his chest and sat on his thigh instead. You thought it would be a good plan, though Chrollo had decided on other things. He wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you right against his chest and into his lap.

Your heart was practically hammering out of your chest and face was on fire. In a sad attempt to hide it from him you put your head on his shoulder, hiding your face using his fur collar.

August is heard giggling happily so you know your plan has worked and the two children are no longer sad. Listening, since you can’t hear them, you hear the two children move around and hear August whispering. You knit your eyebrows in confusion when you feel a large soft fabric put over the two of you.

“Thank you. That was kind of you two to give us a blanket” Chrollo says to the boys. His warm breath tingling against your skin.

As you sit there, stiffly, you hear the boys converse a little more, well mostly Chrollo and August. They just exchange a couple of questions to get to know each other before two pairs of footsteps are heard walking away and a door closes. Kao and August must have gone to their rooms to play.

Ever so silently, you pull yourself slightly off of Chrollo’s lap and look down the hallway to confirm that the two boys are gone. You sigh in relief when it was true but you are suddenly cut off.

You struggle as you are pounced upon and pinned down to the floor by Chrollo. With one hand holding your hands above your head and the other hand tying a cloth around your mouth, you were in a tough spot.

Your insults and cries are muffled against the fabric made gag. Chrollo hushes you as he bounds your hands above your head.

“Now, Now, (y/n), no need to cause a scene.” He says which only causes you to glare. He chuckles at your look, “Don’t worry I’ll make this quick for us.”

While you were taken aback by his comment, Chrollo grabs onto the waistline of your pants and panties and pulls them off in one quick swoop.

You weren’t going to allow him to use you this though. No way in hell. While he was unbuckling his pants you take your leg and kick him in the face as hard you can knocking him over.

Wiggling away, you pull your bounded hands to your face to take the gag off. Finally off you try to shout.

“Au—“

But you couldn’t even finish a word as Chrollo had pushed you face first into the floor and held you there. Wiggling around you can’t get the muscular man off of you. Cursing at yourself for being so stupid and naive to let this man into your house, you go to shout again.

“Ack—“ You are cut off again as chrollo shoves two of his fingers into your mouth. Your eyes water, you gag slightly at the foreign object in your mouth. You hear Chrollo chuckles above you. He brings his head to the crook of your neck and starts biting and sucking at any possible skin he can get at.

“Hmm… maybe I should’ve let you call out. I wonder what the boys would’ve said seeing you in this position.” He mumbles out against your neck.

You freeze in your tracks, balling your fist in absolute furry. How dare he. How absolutely dare Chrollo say that in a situation like this. Using them as some sort of hostage. Bargain.

But at the same time, you couldn’t do anything. You couldn’t, no you never want them to have to walk in to see this. The threat had work. You were trapped.

Chrollo takes his fingers out of your mouth and spreads your legs. You shiver as he runs his fingers up and down your slit; spreading the wetness he found there. He chuckles and pulls his fingers away wrapping them around his length instead. He gives himself a couple of testing pumps for good measure and aligns himself up. You take a deep breath as he starts to push his length in. Choking on your breath and gritting your teeth you try to keep yourself quiet to not show you were in pain. Finally bottoming out, Chrollo groans into your ear.

“I'm your first huh? I feel very honored.” It seemed your attempts at playing it cool hadn’t worked on him.

“Shut the fuck up you bastard” you curse lightly out at him. Though you regret saying that as Chrollo suddenly pulls his length all the way out before pounding back into you. You moan lightly out into the crook of your arm, from the pain and pleasure.

“I don’t think I heard what you said (y/n). Do you think you can repeat that?” He says calmly. You could practically hear the smirk on his face when he said that.

Not going to give up to him you try to answer back but are cut off as he starts off at a rough pace as if he was trying to pound you into the ground. The sounds of slapping and lewd noises fill the room as you try your best to keep quiet. It was pointless though because even with your mouth being blocked with your arm you were still loud.

“F-fuck-k Chrollo-o slower. Slower. You’r-re making too-ohh much noise.”

You hear chrollo humm above you in consideration. He pauses and flips you onto your back, entering you again. You think maybe he listened to you for once, but are proven wrong real quick when he sets a fast pace.

You reach up pushing against his chest trying to get him off, in a sorry attempt to get him off. Sure this made less slapping and lewd noises but with this position his length was just getting deeper, making it hard for you to be quiet.

“Mom?”

You freeze to the bone. You look to see that thankfully August wasn’t actually standing here and was still in his room. The only problem is that now you have to answer the boys while being pounded into by chrollo. And you damn well know he isn’t going to take a pause for you to do so.

“Y-yes August? What’s up?”

“Can we have pizza for dinner tonight?” He whines from his room, “I’m not in the mood for chicken.”

“Why-y of course. I’ll make it as soon as I can.”

“Actually, August we have other plans”

You looked shocked up at Chrollo. What in the world was he planning now? He puts one of his hands up to your face, slightly skimming your cheek. Your shiver at the touch and go to bite his hand but stop when he changes his pace. You mewl and pant as his now change of pace, with harsh and slower thrusts, bash constantly into your g-spot. Biting your lip, you shake your head at chrollo, asking for any mercy.

“Huh? But we want pizza.”

“Oh it’s not that it’s just.” Chrollo takes a minute to think, “It’s just I adore the way your mother takes care of you two. Calm, well-kept and so sweet. It causes my heart to ache just by watching you three.”

Chrollo pauses for a second. Letting out a soft groan as his thrust went frantic, he seemed to be close as well. You tried to hold on but you just couldn’t keep it in any longer. You felt the pit in your stomach finally burst causing a wave of pleasure to fill your veins.

Shaking in pleasure and dazed you feel chrollo let out a few more thrust before joining you as well. Letting out a low groan as he filled you up with his warm cum.

Letting out a couple of pants you both try to compose yourself. Now pulled out, chrollo zips himself up and wraps you in a blanket before hugging you into your chest. Absolutely exhausted and sore you don’t fight back.

“I still don’t understand dad.”

Crap you totally forgot about August. It also didn’t help that you couldn’t do much in the state, you probably couldn’t even walk correctly.

Chrollo laughs, “I see. Well I talked to your mother and we decided that you all, you, Kao and your mother, are going to stay with my friends and I. We are going to all travel together as one big group and we need to leave tonight to catch the quickest flight. So we are going to have dinner at the airport instead.”

You looked shocked at Chrollo. This man must be out of his mind. No way you would willingly allow you or the boys to go with him. Especially since his friends were probably the other troupe members.

You hear quick frantic footsteps and see August and Kao are sprinting from their room. Both are gleaming with happiness; even Kao had a small smile on his face.

“REALLY DAD?!? We are staying ALL together?!” August shouts out excited; doing a little spin at ‘all’.

“Why of course! That not all—“

“NOT ALL!!”

Chrollo hushes the boy and places a hand on your head. The sweet action causing a shivery go up your spine.

“Your mother has actually also agreed to being my wife and the mother of another of my children. A little sister or brother for you two.”

It’s silent in the room and you looked stunned at Chrollo. You felt sick to your stomach. This man WAS out of his mind. He was absolutely bonkers. Insane! A sociopath!

Suddenly, you are jumped upon twice. Blinking you looked stunned at your kids in your lap. Tears and snot rolling down both of their faces like waterfalls. You reach out to them, holding them tightly to you.

“K-Kao? August? Are you ok? What’s wrong?” August pulls away from your clutches, sniffling.

“M-m-mom,” August babbles out trying to rub the tears off his face, “I’m so-o-o happy! I’m SO happy”

“Wha—“

“Family-y” Kao mutters into your neck, “H-Happy family.”

You go to say something but are cut off as Chrollo pecks your lips. He looks at the boys and pets August’s head.

“Yes boys. We are one big happy….

family…”

[calypsoff2]

Eight.

It’s just funny to me now, since the whole situation with TJ I’ve been very upset about it. I’ve not let it affect my marriage but it’s upset me a lot, I’ve not let it just affect what Chris and I are going through but Chris is just there trying to find out which I won’t say anything but TJ is literally here more, he hasn’t gone to VA either with his son and that is pissing me off but my family are here for Christmas and that makes me happy, they have really taken that strain off me, the girls have so many people to go too while mommy is just thinking on what to do. I have been going through my accounts, researching things that Chris has paid for too. I mean it’s joint, I know what goes in and out, I don’t check on what he does but I did this time. I met my personal accountant, and we went through it, and he’s like Chris is a spender, he is. I don’t care for that, but I do for what he is on others. Just calculating things, extra activities meaning what the girls do and the fucking school. We are paying over a one hundred thousand, which I don’t care for when it’s my child but it’s now. We are paying for Camron, I am angered. He payed three grand to this academy on top of that, there is money coming out for shopping sprees and there was a random transfer which was under CC, I told my accountant to check that right on the spot. There is like two thousand a month going to it so I am tracking that. I am doing this so tonight I can bring it up, I have the information I need before I go to this and he’s like what you on about. It has to stop, and it stops now. He bought TJ and Camron season tickets to the lakers, Christmas gift so all three can go. I am just going insane, but I am keeping my cool about it. I actually want to know what Chris is saying about me to TJ also, he wants a son that much that he’s taken Camron in, I don’t want it and it stops now. We can’t continue to feed this child, a child Seiko or TJ don’t fucking want, if he wants a son so much then adopt him, I am sick and tired but when I find out what the CC is I will be having it out with him.

My home is super busy which I honestly love to see just because it makes the festive time even better, you can be with loved ones. The way the grandparents did this place up, my daughters are in love with the decorations, I love to see my kids happy. That is all I want, I work hard and do all this not just to live out my own dream but to also give my kids the best start in life, I always want my kids to work for it, but I will do my best to give them the best start I can. I do it for them, and myself of course “come here” picking up Imani as she ran at me “mommy look out there” Imani pointed, oh what is out there. Making my way to where she is pointing, this girl of mine is spoilt by her dad. I feel like more so then the other two, this one is too spoilt “oh wow! Oh my god!” I shouted; this looks like it’s been snowing “oh my” I said again “shocked huh? I just felt like you been feeling down and to do something sweet for us. Going to get Santa to come, we got the fake snow out there for the kids” I am impressed “did daddy make you happy?” Imani nodded her head “what did you ask from Santa?” I asked “he not come” I let out an oh “he’s not here yet just thought it’s dope. Kids are here, the family too. Make it a family thing, I love it” he got a point “well why don’t you go outside with your siblings” putting Imani down “go on, have fun baby” that’s sweet of Chris to do this for the kids and the family that are here to celebrate “have you taken the test then?” Chris asked as he made his way over to me “what test?” Turning to him “pregnancy test?” He said smiling “no, I’m not pregnant Chris” pushing him away laughing “but you been all over, emotions, you been crying. You been angry, just all over the place, you sure” shaking my head laughing, he’s funny.

He’s looking at me like I am crazy, I am looking at him like he’s crazy, but he thinks I am pregnant because I’ve been emotional which on his side is right, but I know I am not “I just don’t want to speak on pregnancies and babies, I am sick of the subject Chris. I am happy with what I got; I am content with my daughters. If you feel you ain’t then I don’t know what to say to you” he didn’t like that “but you said science, they have that thing they can do it. One last baby?” Sighing out “I know Chris and we can but right now no, we have too much going on. We have time do we not? What if it’s a girl? We throw it?” I snapped “but we make sure it’s not” he is unbelievable “why do you want a boy so bad? It’s not the end all? Like on a real what is your problem? All I hear from your mouth now is a boy, isn’t my daughters good enough for you” I am angered now “because to carry my name Robyn, it will complete our family don’t you think? I just really want something of me, a mini me. Your genes are strong, everything is pretty and girlie, and I love it. I love my daughters, but I want a boy, like I had the relationship with my dad, fine. You don’t want it” rolling my eyes “so you can bitch about me to your friends?” Chris’ face softened in confusion; my phone started ringing in my hand “what?” He said “I need to take this” walking off and answered the call “hi” I answered “hello Robyn, I have been tracking this transaction for you. Are you ok to speak?” Rushing to the office quickly, closing the office door “I am now, listening?” I feel nervous now, what if it’s something I don’t want to hear. What if he’s creating a fund to get away from me, I mean he wouldn’t do that, he loves me too much. I know my husband does but still, where the fuck is that money going too “yes so we have found more information and it is going to a separate account what looks like a savings account called Camron Chris, is it being deposited every month there” Camron fucking Chris, he is taking my money “oh I know that” I breathed out, I swear to god I am sick of him, and I will need to speak to him.

Stepping outside seeing my kids having the best time of their life, that is what means the most to me “Chris always does the most for them” stood next to Joyce “he does, I just hope that this is the last time he gets hurt. I get so scared for him” she said, nodding my head agreeing “he is stupid at times, Chris!” I shouted him “Joyce, tonight. Can you take care of the kids?” I asked before Chris came up to us “of course, will you both be late?” I shrugged not knowing if we will be “maybe but are you good with that? I know it’s late notice” Joyce waved me off “don’t be so stupid, I will take care of them” looking over at Chris “I am taking you out” crossing my arms across my chest “really?” he said in shock “yeah why not, my treat” I winked turning on my heels, I mean I am not going to be a bitch about anything. I am taking Jen’ advice, I will do this way and ask Chris to stop. This will either be an argument, or he does it and TJ shows his true colours but what if TJ doesn’t, what if TJ is like it’s whatever. That still doesn’t move on from the fact he was being so nasty to me, still to this moment he is coming to the home and if he thinks he is invited to Christmas then he isn’t, I am pissed off though. He has been putting our money aside, he shouldn’t be doing that. He shouldn’t be spending the way he does, this is our future. What the fuck is he playing at, I am just fucking shocked that he is doing this when he has no right.

My daughters think it is dress up because I am dressing up for tonight, they are using everything I am. Anything I put down they use, Rylee trying my heels on and Tianna putting my hoops on with Imani copying “mom” looking over at Rylee “yes baby?” I am just getting flashbacks to the things I did with my own mother right now “you are so pretty mom” I cooed out “thank you, that is so sweet” she knows how to make me feel good “super pretty” Tianna added, my babies are the best “You think daddy will like my dress and make up?” they nodded their head “they will hurt your ears Tianna, take them off. Anyways, please stop now. I need to go, dress up stops now. Look at the mess” I groaned out, Rylee walked off dragging my heels on the flooring as she did “I will mom, Ti. Come!” she shouted, rolling my eyes “Imani” snatching my lip gloss from her “ladies, are you all getting ready?” Chris said laughing “seems like it, just finishing off and I will be with you” Chris looked at me so impressed, I look good then “mhmmm Christmas present wrapped up” Chris came up from behind me “so I look good then?” he inhaled my scent deeply, his nose pressed against my neck as he did “my god” he breathed out.

Chris is acting like I would have taken him any other place, Giorgio Baldi is life. He really thought I was going to take him anywhere else “man, you really annoying for this” he is annoyed now “this is my date, the fuck? I just invited you” sipping my wine laughing “don’t play me, you took me out on a date, now you switching it?” pulling a face at him “I asked if you wanted to go out for food, that was all” I know I asked him out “then can I go home?” he is funny, asking about going home “you wouldn’t leave me here now, looking like this” Chris licked his lips “mhmmm I suppose, but it’s nice to be asked out for a change. I was geeked until you bought me here” rolling my eyes, he can be so negative because I bought him here “whatever, but how is Chris? Are you feeling good, even though you wanted to add more kids into the family. I think we are busy enough” downing the rest of the wine “oh we being shady now?” he laughed “shady, where? I was just saying, waiter. Pour me some more wine” Chris frowned at me, I could have poured it myself, but he can do it. The waiter was close by “anything for you madam” I smiled at Chris sitting back in the seat “fill it though, to the top” the waiter I laughed nervously “don’t get hard now bro” Chris said, he is so dramatic to be saying that “thank you” I breathed out laughing to myself “what is funny?” I shrugged “let’s have fun” now I am not looking to get drunk, but I need this to hype me up.

My mind is really not on food, its what I am going to say to Chris. Staring at the glass of wine, clenching my jaw thinking on how to start this “Robyn?” Chris said, looking away from my glass and at Chris “CC, what is that?” sitting back in the chair, Chris knows what I am speaking on already “It’s a little shady don’t you think, taking money from our account” Chris took in a sharp breath “I have been speaking to my accountant, I haven’t really had the time to check on those things. I am busy, but I thought it was time I check on the money. My husband likes to spend, which doesn’t bother me. But we are paying for four kids’ private school, a basketball academy, a motherfucking apartment and now some saving account, are you real right now? Are you being real? You are using my kids money on this nigga, don’t fucking piss me off Chris. I am angry, why the fuck are you paying for his shit!?” I spat; I am so angry “so you just checking on the accountant because you don’t trust me? Is that what it is now?” oh he is putting it on me “go back to the subject, why are you paying for this child? Is it your secret love child Chris? Huh? The long lost son you want” Chris looked taken aback “what? Don’t say that shit, you know I would never! I didn’t tell you because you would be irrational like now” I laughed out “you right, if we are being buck. That’s my money too nigga!? I have a right to fucking know now answer the question” he needs to not piss me off even more, I am sick of his stupid friend already.

I can’t believe he has been doing this right under me, but I have been too busy to check properly “look, you just don’t understand Robyn. The kid loves me, I am his uncle. His mom is wack and TJ just drags him around places, originally he was going to stay in VA, but I was like you’re not even there, so he came here. TJ said your idea and then Camron said am I going to the same school has Rylee, I felt bad. I just feel it’s wrong, this kid doesn’t deserve it” he is saying this to the wrong person “you stop this, and that saving account you put the money back, I don’t care. Good cause or not, you gave Black Pyramid to him, TJ has done nothing! He has just reaped the benefits. I want you to stop paying for his school fees, I want you to stop that now. And you listen to me, you get TJ to pay for the lawyer, I want my money back. You stop treating him like he is yours, he is not yours. He has a dad; you have three kids. Stop doing dumb shit by being so kind, nobody appreciates it. If TJ wants Camron back in VA then so be it, it’s not your problem. I don’t want to hear anything from your mouth sticking up for that man Chris, I said what I said. If you feel otherwise then go and live with him and see if he keeps you warm at night, would he pay for your kids!? No he fucking wouldn’t, I really can’t get over you using our money on some nigga child. Your nephew don’t even get that, now if you said Desean then so be it, maybe you just have some sick obsession with Seiko, you always there at the kids party with her” Chris is angered by what I am saying, he got up from the chair “I need the bathroom” of course he does, pisses me off and now he wants the bathroom.

[infernwetrust]

The Devil In Me [Michael Langdon x Fem Reader] Part 2

PART 1 HERE

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Plot: What if we took the Antichrist, Michael Langdon and turned him into founder and leader of one of the largest cartel’s in California? And what’s even better, is that you’re by his side through it all.

Summary: You awake to family man, Michael and preparations for a trip to Miami take place. Duncan comes to a rude awakening. 

Warnings: domestic violence, drug use, swearing, threats, fluff, angst, mentions of loss of life, child loss, emotional, this is like kind of dark y’all.

WC: 4.0k

A/N: This was not suppose to take this long to write. It was a little emotionally taxing for me, so I had to space out when I was writing it because I would literally get stuck in a dark place. Thank you for reading! -Juno

The smell of pancakes and warm syrup hit your nose first upon fluttering your eyes open. Usually you were greeted by the warmth of your husband who either lay near by or cuddled you. But it appears that he isn't in bed this morning. He did, however, leave the curtains open just a little bit to let some sunlight in. Just enough for you to be able to see around the room. Grabbing your phone off the side table you checked the time which read, 8:30AM. You groaned, knowing that today was packed to the brim with various activities. Travel being one of them.

When Michael offered to take you and the kids with him, Duncan, and Jim to Miami, how could you say no? It was a business trip, of course, but nonetheless you were still grateful to be going. Duncan had just sealed the deal on a brand new warehouse, perfect for operations and expanding their network. Located in the heat of downtown Miami, they blended in well. And what was their front for it all? A nightclub.

You slowly pulled the covers off of you, yawning as you got up, stretching your arms over your head. You smiled as you stared down at the floor, remembering the events that took place after you and Michael's shower the previous night. It wasn't long before he had you out of your night gown for round 2. You picked it and your pair of panties off the floor, throwing them back on and making your way to the bathroom. Hickeys and bite marks covered your chest as you turned the sink on, splashing water on your face before washing it all together. You quickly brushed over your teeth, knocking your morning breath out. You knew you would return shortly after you ate to brush them again anyways.

Throwing on your favorite pair of house shoes you made your way down the stairs and immediately into the kitchen. The sight in front of you made your heart swell. On the table were 3 plates, stacked with pancakes, bacon, and eggs. In a nearby bowl, fruit. Two glasses, for you and him of course, filled to the brim with orange juice. But that's not what made your heart swell. Michael, for the most part, always waited for you before he started eating.

Michael sat at the dining table, hair messy, shirtless, and in gray sweat pants. Sat up in his lap was Junior, the back of his head firmly planted into Michael's chest. In Junior's hand was a piece of pancake that he simply just shoved into his mouth, his eyes glued to whatever Michael had put on his phone for the boy to watch. With him distracted, Michael had his attention on little Malcolm who sat in his high chair, which he had moved closer to him. You watched as Michael fed him his favorite flavored yogurt to which the boy smiled in returned after his father took the spoon from his mouth.

You cursed yourself for forgetting your phone in the bedroom and you wish you could capture this exact moment forever. But there would always be opportunity for more. Michael is nothing shy of a family man and you know he always enjoys his boys being near by, even on the days where he's just fed up with it all. Feeling a pair of eyes lingering on him, Michael turned his head to look, a smile on his face when he made eye contact with you.

"Hi mama." Malcolm said, also noticing your presence, briefly taking his attention away from Michael's phone to look at you, his face a mess.

"Hi mommy's messy baby." you replied, walking over to give him a kiss on his forehead, followed by 3 quick kisses against Michael's lips. "And hello to you too."

"Why, hello." Michael responded. "So nice of you to join us."

"And miss out on your pancakes? No way, sir."

Michael didn't cook often, but when he did, he made it count. You wondered where he picked up his cooking skill. And then you saw him one day, in the kitchen, following the personal chef around. That day he had even wore his own little apron.

"Hey." Michael said to his personal chef, who stuck by his side since the beginning, Dawn. He stood at the kitchen counter with her, tall and proud. His blonde hair covered by a chef hat.

"Yes, Michael dear." she responded, pausing what she was doing to look at him.

"Don't tell Y/N, okay?" he asked her. "I want it to come as surprise when I do actually cook."

"Of course. I'll even teach you how to make some of her favorites."

He smiled at her again before the two resumed what they doing. You could snap a picture right now, you thought to yourself. How his brothers would LOVE to see Michael's EXTRA soft side, but you stood put, the widest smile and deepest blush on your face as you watched your then, fiancé, learn how to cook for you.

You walked over to Malcolm's high chair, grabbing his also messy face and lightly squeezing his cheeks together before sticking your tongue out at him. He giggled, attempting to wrap his tiny hand around your wrist.

"Don't worry, mommy didn't forget about you." you said. "Finally letting your dad feed you, huh?"

"I know, huh?" Michael huffed out. "No fighting before hand either."

"He's sweet when wants to be." You joined Michael at the table, sliding your hand across his back as you did so.

"Daddy, I'm done." Junior said, looking up at his father.

"That's my boy." Michael praised, kissing the top of his head. Junior almost never finished his food, so when he did, it was worthy of praise. "Go play the living room for a bit,'I'll grab you to come brush your teeth in a minute, okay?"

"Kay." the boy replied as he hopped off Michael's lap and ran into the living room, excited to get his hands on one of his toys.

"No mess either please, baby!" you yelled, hoping he would hear you. Michael smirked because as you said that, the both of you heard the toy box dump out. "Shit..."

"Bold of you to assume that he wasn't going to do that." Michael mocked.

"You hush and tell me what the plans are for today." You earned a small chuckle from him as he laid his hand over your knee, quickly glancing at Malcolm who had now took the matters of eating yogurt into his own hands, literally. All over his hair, face, and hands, yogurt. Michael pouted at the sight even though it was cute.

"Daddy was so hoping that he wouldn't have to give you a bath before we left." Michael sighed. "But silly daddy for looking away for 2 minutes, huh?" Michael reached his hand out to tickle the yogurt covered child.

"You still have so much to learn." you said. "Rule 1. Never take your eyes off the baby in the high chair."

"That is so not rule 1, Y/N."

You and Michael talked for what seemed like hours while the two of you ate breakfast. He started by letting you know why everyone was going to Miami. It was so fascinating to you how he was always so well informed. He told you everything, down to the exact number in income this would generate both from the nightclub sales and the narcotics sale. Jim wanted to set up a marijuana plant down there, but Duncan had convinced him that the best place to grow for right now was right here in California. He even showed you the floor layout of the both the nightclub and the underground warehouse on his phone.

Along the minor details were where everyone was going to be staying, how everyone was going to be transported around Miami, fun things to do when there was free time, and some really popular places to dine.

"Ready to give Malcolm a bath?" Michael questioned as he took the last drink of his orange juice.

"Um." You began. "That was your job."

"Just seeing if you were paying attention." he grinned, getting up to clear the table. You watched as he throughly rinsed the dishes off before putting them in the dishwasher. Most of the time you or one of the housekeepers kept up with the home duties, but Michael knew when he needed to step in and he did, every so often, just like today. Despite his extremely busy schedule, he gave you your break because you always took care of him through and through.

"Thinking about cutting my hair when we get to Miami, yeah?"

"Michael, who do you know in Miami that can cut your hair?"

"I don't know, but Duncan does."

"How short are you thinking about cutting it?"

"Something along the lines of Duncan, but just a little longer."

"Ooo you know that's-,"

"One of your favorites. Yes my love, I do know." He turned around to face you, leaning against the counter, giving you a wink.

"And the blonde just tops it off. God, I love you."

"I love you too." Michael laughed. "Fortunate to be the only blonde out of triplets, huh?"

///

The both of them laid there, her head against his chest, sweat making their bodies glisten as the moon light shined through the window of her bedroom. This isn't the first time Duncan has hooked up with Michael's head bartender, Elizabeth. In fact, it quickly became a regular thing, the two of them finding peace within one another through a common pain. Loss. If he was stupid enough, he would actually think he was falling in love with her. Was he? He knew he really liked her and that he enjoyed her company, whether it be platonic or sexual. But it wasn't love was it? Her fingers ran circles around his chest as it rose and fell gently.

Elizabeth was just a few inches shorter than Duncan, light brown eyes, a smile that could kill, and a body that Duncan absolutely adored. Usually for Duncan, his one night stands, stayed one night stands. But with her it was different. He liked the chase. And when he finally did fuck her, he ruined her. But his trips to the bar when she worked became regular and soon enough they began talking. And of course their relationship remained private.

"I could lay here with you forever." Duncan said, breaking the silence.

"Then why don't you?" she questioned.

"You know why, Liz." Duncan sighed.

"Duncan, anyone with eyes can see how unhappy you are." She lifted up a little bit, propping her head up in her hand before resting her other one back on Duncan's chest. "She's done nothing but drain you."

"I know."

"Then if you know why don't you just leave her?"

"It's not that simple."

Truth is, she reminded him so much of, Thomas, Tommy for short. When Duncan had lost his 3 year old son, Tommy, a year after Michael stumbled across Bryce, his entire world fell apart. She was the only living memorabilia that he had left of his precious Tommy. How could he leave that behind? No matter how toxic she was, he couldn't pull himself away and that was the only reason.

He had long fallen out of love with Tommy's mother way before they lost him. But for his son, he stayed with her and put up with all the shit she put him and their son through. And then all it took was one careless mistake and he was gone. And it's been 3 years. No he's not over it. No he hasn't forgiven her for leaving their son unattended. No he doesn't know how to move on, not yet.

When Duncan stumbled into his luxurious penthouse that he shared with, Samantha, he felt uneasy. He took his shoes off at the door, gently setting them down. He walked, slowly, to the master bedroom where the door was just cracked open slightly. And now he had his reason.

The exact same guy she told him not to worry about, was the exact same guy who laid in his bed, curled up against his, well, could he even say girlfriend? He took a deep breath, taking a moment to gather his thoughts. What could he even say? What could he even do? And then he just snapped. He walked in, grabbing the guy by his throat and taking his pistol out of his waist band, pressing it between his eyes.

"Woah man! What the fuck?!" he yelped, startling Samantha awake.

"You have 10 seconds to get your shit up off this floor and get the fuck out of my house before I blow your brains out." Duncan said through a clenched jaw.

"Duncan wa-," Samantha began to say but he cut her off.

"Shut up, bitch."

The guy wasted no time picking his clothes up off the floor and scurrying out of the room, Duncan pointing his gun at him the entire time. Duncan slammed the bedroom door shut behind him, scratching his head with his gun before throwing his hand back down to his side.

"Please don't kill me." Samantha begged on the brink of tears. Duncan chuckled, walking over to her quickly causing her to scream.

"Shut up." he grabbed her by her throat, slamming her down on the bed.

"Dunc, please... I'm sorry."

"I'm gonna talk now. And you're gonna listen. And when I'm done, you're gonna pack all of your shit and you're gonna leave. And if you don't, I'll kill you."

///

Michael took it upon himself to go get Duncan. He was suppose to come over early to meet with him and Jim to go over some analytics before leaving for Miami in evening, but as Michael continued to talk to Jim and continued looking at the time, Duncan still wasn't here. He had tried calling and texting, but he had no success. He had you and Jim try as well, but no success. He was worried now, so he made the 10 minute drive to his brother's apartment.

It was a mutual agreement to have spare keys for everyone's residency, but only for emergencies. Michael unlocked the door to his brother's place, quickly noticing where he left his shoes. So he was home and that was reassuring, but, Duncan never left his shoes by the door. Michael did the same, however, leaving his shoes by the door so he could tread lightly. He could hear a faint noise coming from Duncan's bedroom that only intensified the closer he got. That faint noise was now replaced clearly by arguing, but it sounded one sided. It was just Duncan that was yelling, but underneath all that yelling he heard a softer voice, crying.

Michael inhaled deeply, gently putting his hand on the doorknob. Every second that he stood there, slowly turning the knob as to not make a single sound, felt like a minute. He pushed the door open as far as he could, but Duncan in his new heightened rage, noticed. Still holding Sam down by her throat, he pointed his gun at the door.

"Woah woah woah." Michael said calmly, putting his hands up for Duncan to see. "It's just me."

"Do we not knock now anymore?" Duncan questioned, his eyes red and stained with tears as he looked his brother in his face.

"You weren't answering any of our phone calls and we got worried. I just came to check on you. Can you stop pointing that thing at me? I'm your brother, man. Just put down all together. I'm sure this is something that can be talked over."

"You first." Duncan replied, squinting his eyes.

"Dunc, you have go to be-,"

"I said you first!"

"Okay. Okay." Michael said, reaching behind him to pull his gun out, which he clearly showed to Duncan, finger off the trigger. He squatted down slowly, putting it on the floor, before kicking it to the side.

"Talked over?" Duncan mocked. "Her being the reason behind Tommy's death is something that can just be talked over?! Me coming home to another man in my bed is something that can just be talked over?!"

Michael knew the history behind Duncan and Samantha. Everyone did and while they tried their hardest to convince him to call it quits, Duncan never listened. He was too afraid to let go. Michael knew one day that his brother would snap underneath all his bottled up stress, but he didn't think it would of been this long and unexpectedly. Today out of all days.

"Okay." Duncan continued, tightening his grip on her neck as she just laid there, speechless, the tears pouring out of her eyes as she held onto to Duncan's arm. "So we talk out and then what? She gets to move on right? And be happy because it doesn't look like any of the shit we've gone through has affected her any. In and out of my life for 7 years, Michael. I'm 28 now."

"D-,"

"In and out of Tommy's life for 3 years he was alive. I basically was a single dad, but I kept letting this bitch come back because I loved her and when has ole Duncan ever loved a woman, huh? I should just kill her." Duncan turned his attention back to her, putting the gun back against her forehead.

"Duncan, I know you're still hurting over Tommy. Fuck, man. We all are, but what is killing her going to fix? It's not going to bring Tommy back. It's not going to take away the pain you're feeling. Duncan, you lost a child."

"It'll be justice for, Tommy."

"How do you know that this is what Tommy wanted? You don't. Listen to me, please."

"She doesn't get to walk away again." He cocked his gun, pressing it to her forehead again. Duncan, caught up in his own rage didn't even realize that Michael had stepped closer to him and he was still coming. "Why do you deserve to live? You took away someone else's life, so it's only fair right?"

"Duncan I didn't mean for Tommy to be killed!" she yelled through her tears.

"Bullshit!" he yelled back, when Michael grabbed him, wrapping his arm around his neck, before roughly pulling him away, causing him to drop the gun, which Michael swiftly kicked towards himself, picking it up and pointing it at Samantha, arm still locked around Duncan.

"You need to leave, now." Michael said, Duncan fighting to get out of his tight hold. "Get your clothes on, take your personals and just, leave. We'll send everything to your brother when we get back from our trip. If you ever show your face near or around Duncan or anyone he's close to again, I'll make sure they can't find your body, deal?" She nodded, quickly trying to get herself together, stumbling around as she tried to catch her breath. Michael waited until she was completely gone before releasing Duncan, who immediately turned around, shoving Michael back.

"Fuck you." he spat through his tears he finally let fully fall. "Why do you always get to save the day, huh?" Duncan shoved Michael again and he kept shoving him. When Michael got tired, he pushed Duncan's hands away, pulling his brother in for a tight hug instead.

"I can't say I fully understand how you're feeling, Dunc. But I can say that I get it." Michael said in the hug. "And I'm here for you. We all are." Duncan softened just a little bit, allowing for him to return the hug to Michael.

"I-," Duncan began to say, but he choked on his own words.

"You don't have to say anything. Just go get cleaned up and ready to go, okay? I'll probably be in your kitchen. Jim says you have really good snacks." Duncan pulled back to look Michael in his eyes again and he couldn't help but chuckle just a little bit.

"Yeah, okay." was all he said as he turned around to walk into his bathroom. Shutting the door behind him, he took one look at himself in the mirror. His face scratched from where Sam had grabbed him when he first choked her. His eyes red stained from his tears. He sighed, opening the medicine cabinet, retrieving a small vial with a white powdery substance in it. He put a some on the back of his hand before snorting it up his nose. He exhaled loudly, letting the tears fall again as he put it back up, coming face to face with himself again.

Great. His nose was bleeding. He quickly unbuttoned his shirt, tossing it onto the floor. He was going to reach for a towel, when he came face to face with the tattoo that took up his entire left side. He paid 4,000 dollars for the whole thing. It was a very detailed sketch of his favorite moment with Tommy. He shocked him every time how realistic it looks, but Jim always hooked his brothers up with the best because he knew they would do the same for him. It's Duncan and Tommy, both squatted down. Duncan has his arms wrapped around the boy as he's holding a model toy fire truck. In the background was a very detailed Christmas tree as it was Tommy's birthday on the 25th of December. In beautiful scripted font below it says:

Thomas 2016-2019

And a little hand print that matches, Tommy's to complete it. He gripped both sides of the sink, staring into his own eyes once again as he cried, but he couldn't help but laugh too because of how stupid he was.

"I'm so sorry, Tommy." he said. "I'm so so so sorry. And I'll keep saying it because I know I will never be sorry enough. I miss you so much."

///

The car ride was silent between Duncan and Michael as they drove back to Michael's home. Michael let him get his usual morning coffee. And when Michael stopped at the store because Jim wanted another pack of cigarettes, he got Duncan his favorite pack too. It was rare that Duncan ever smoked, though, but Michael knew he needed it. He even let him smoke one in the car, sunroof and windows cracked. He didn't even bother to try to hide his dilated pupils from his coke intoxication, the only thing that was keeping him grounded. His head rested against the window and he stared blankly, but his mind was far from blank.

When they got back, Michael helped Duncan move his bags over to the car they would be using to go to the airport. Duncan trailed behind Michael as they walked around to the back, where Jim sat in one of outdoor sofas, typing away on his business computer. All it took was one glance over and Jim could see that Duncan had been crying.

Duncan sat down next to Jim, taking out another cigarette from his box and lighting it. Michael tossed Jim his own box to which Jim smiled and nodded before turning his attention back to his other, clearly distraught, sibling. Jim threw his arm around Duncan's shoulder, pulling him closer to him, resting his temple against Duncan's. He wasn't going to question him. He knew that he would be told when Duncan was ready. But considering Duncan's state at home, he already kind of had an idea.

"We're gonna have a kick ass 3 weeks, okay?" Jim said. "The 3 of us. Like it's always been. Palm trees and beach babes. And I know whatever has got you so upset, sucks, but we're right behind you. I'm sure you know that."

And then Duncan began letting the tears fall once again as Jim tried to console him. He use to be the head strong one of the pack before he let Sam into his life. And now he was stuck and confused, searching for answers and searching for reasons why. He exhaled his cigarette slowly before tossing it into the ashtray.

"Let's just go over these analytics, yeah?" Duncan croaked out. "Business is business boys."

"That's my boy." Jim said, patting and squeezing his shoulder.

Taglist: @jimmason @angelicmichael @whatcodysaid @9layerdevilfoodcake  @xavierplympton @guiltyfiend @theneverendinghunger

[wonkasmissstarshine]

The Chocolatier’s Rose {Willy Wonka x OC} Ch.43

GIFs not mine. Credit go to owners.

Summary: Rose and Willy bring Fleur and Dulce home. Rose has overwhelming thoughts.

Tagging: @willymywonkers @holdmeicant @sleepiesapphicxoxo @frozenhuntress67

It was early in the afternoon the following day when Dr. Potts cleared Rose to go home with Fleur and Dulce. He was pleased when everything was looking good for not just the babies, but Rose as well. Poppy made sure to explain how to take care of the twins to Rose and Willy. She went through everything from feeding, changing diapers, bathing, and putting them down for bed.

Rose and Willy both had to admit that they were feeling quite nervous. From this day forward, they were now responsible for the two little human beings that they were now holding in their arms. Poppy could sense how nervous the new parents were.

"I know you two are nervous," Poppy started her pep talk. "But everything is going to be fine. You're going to be amazing parents. And if you guys ever find yourselves needing a bit of help, you've got family and friends there to support you, and you can always give me a call"

"Thank you, Poppy," Rose said. When Dr. Potts returned to the Puppet Hospital, he was with Mr. and Mrs. Bucket and pushing a wheelchair forward. "Dr. Potts, I'm fine. You said so yourself. I don't need to be pushed"

"I know, but it's standard procedure for if you delivered at the hospital. And it's only the day after. I don't want you overexerting yourself" Dr. Potts explained.

Rose sighed in defeat. She sat down in the chair while still holding Dulce in her arms. Mr. Bucket moved behind her, grabbing the handlebars of the chair. Rose quirked her head up to look at her father, smiling at him. Mr. Bucket returned his daughter's smile, patting her on the shoulder.

"Is there anything else before they head on home?" Mr. Bucket asked Dr. Potts.

"Not unless Rose or Willy have any questions?" Dr. Potts asked, looking between the two Wonkas.

"I don't" Rose shook her head. She looked at Willy. "Do you, cocoa bean?"

"Nope," Willy answered. "I'm just ready to get you, and our jellybean and gumdrop home"

"Me too" Rose agreed.

With that, Dr. Potts and Poppy said their goodbyes to the Wonkas and the Buckets. An Oompa-Loompa came by and escorted the Potts out of the factory.

"Are you ready to head home, dears?" Mrs. Bucket asked her daughter and son-in-law. "Get the two little darlings home for a nap?"

Willy came over to stand by Rose. He held Fleur in one arm, and the other reached down so that he could take Rose's hand. He squeezed it and then brought it up to his lips so he could kiss her knuckles. "Let's head home, starshine"

******

Mr. Bucket pushed Rose all the way to the Garden Room, where Rose and Willy's small home waited. "Here we are," Mr. Bucket said, halting the chair to a stop. "Home sweet home"

Rose couldn't help but giggle when her father said that, only because of how literal the meaning was. I mean, the Wonka house was literally in a garden filled with cotton candy trees, chocolate roses, and minty grass.

"I still can't get over how beautiful this room is" Mrs. Bucket mused, her eyes wandering. "That you made this room for Rose" She smiled over at Willy. "She's sure lucky to have met and married you"

"I thought I was the lucky one" Willy giggled. This made Rose look up at him, wearing an adoring smile. "Rose could have chosen anyone else to be with, but she chose me. She fell in love with me. She married me. She had children with me"

Mr. and Mrs. Bucket both shared a smile. Even if they've been together for quite some time now, it still warmed their heart to know that Rose was with someone who loved and cared about her so much. All they ever wanted for Rose was for her to have someone to make her feel happy and loved. And they were glad that it was Willy who made her feel that way.

"Well, I'm home" Rose spoke, intruding on her parents' happy thoughts. "Can I stand up now?" No one objected as she got up on her feet.

"You feeling alright, dear?" Mrs. Bucket asked.

"Yes, mum"

Mrs. Bucket nodded. "Okay then. Is there anything you two need before we leave?"

"I think we'll be fine" Rose voiced. She looked at Willy. "Will we, cocoa bean?"

"We will, starshine" Willy assured.

"Are you sure?" Mrs. Bucket asked yet again. "There's nothing wrong with having one of us stay here for a couple of days. I was a new parent once. I know how nerve-wracking it can be"

Mr. Bucket placed his hand on his wife's shoulder. "Dear, I think they'll be fine" He stopped his wife from going into a ramble.

"Okay, okay" Mrs. Bucket sighed. "But, if there is a day where you find yourselves overwhelmed, remember, there is nothing wrong with asking for help"

"We'll remember that mum. Thank you" Rose said.

Mr. and Mrs. Bucket gave Rose and Willy hugs and kisses goodbye, and they also made sure to say goodbye to their grandchildren. Then they left, making their way back to their own home that resided in the Chocolate Room.

Rose and Willy Wonka were officially left on their own with their children.

"So," Willy spoke after a long pause of silence. "What do we do now?"

"We show our little angels their home, and then I think we should feed them and set them down for a nap"

******

Willy was in the nursery with Fleur and Dulce while Rose was in the kitchen preparing a bottle for both of them. She remembered Poppy's advice. The milk should be warm. Not too hot. Not too cold. Warm.

Poppy gave Rose a lot of advice but it was all so suddenly hard to remember.

What was she supposed to do when they were crying? Did it mean they were hungry? Tired? Need to be changed? All three? What if they start crying but they never stop? No matter what Rose does to try to make them feel better.

What if she's holding one of them and she accidentally drops them? She doesn't want to be the reason that her babies become injured. What if one of them gets sick but they never get better?

What if she becomes so stressed out with the babies and she starts to resent them? What if they end up feeling more like a burden more than a blessing?

Nope. Nope. Nope.

Rose immediately tossed that thought in the trash.

******

Willy noticed that Rose was taking an awfully long time preparing the bottles. He decided that perhaps he should go check on her. See if she needed any help. He set the babies down in their cribs. "Mommy is taking an awfully long time with those bottles" Willy talked to his children. The both of them looked up at him with those matching wide eyes. "I'm going to see if she's okay. Now, don't either of you move. Daddy will be right back"

He left the nursery and made his way to the kitchen area. "Starshine? Is everything okay? You're--" Willy stopped himself when he saw Rose sitting on the floor, crying into her hands. "Oh, starshine" He cooed. "Come here. Let's get you off the floor"

All Rose did was nod as she let Willy grab her and lift her off the floor. She gripped onto the lapels of his coat and cried into his chest. Willy's arms wrapped around her. He began rubbing her back. "Do you want to tell me what's wrong, starshine?"

"I-I'm scared, cocoa bean" Rose wept. "Maybe we jumped into this too soon. We should've waited a bit"

"Starshine, I want you to look at me" Willy cupped her face and tilted her head up so that she was facing him. "How do you think I'm feeling? I'm scared too. I never thought that I'd be a dad and now I am. I don't know how to be a dad. This is new for both of us, but at least we can figure it out together" He pressed a kiss to her lips. "You're not alone in this. You've got me by your side"

Rose's crying stopped and her lips curled into a smile. "Thank you. I love you so much, cocoa bean"

"I love you too, starshine" Willy smiled at her. He glanced over at the counter where two bottles of warm milk were waiting. "Is the milk ready?"

"I think so" Rose nodded, also glancing towards the bottles. "I made sure that the milk is warm, just like Poppy said"

"Good. We've got a hungry jellybean and gumdrop waiting for us"

Rose and Willy both grabbed a bottle and made their way into the nursery where their two little angels were waiting for their feeding.

******

Upon stepping into the nursery, Rose began cooing out to the twins. "Hello, my little angels" She peered into their side-by-side cribs. "Sorry, mommy took so long with your bottles. I'm new to this whole being a parent thing. Now, who's hungry for some yummy warm milk?" Fleur and Dulce both made a cute little noise, almost as if they were answering their mommy.

"I think that's a yes" Willy inferred, then giggled. "Who's feeding who?"

Rose wasn't blind to see the way that Fleur was looking up at her father. She made joyful noises of gurgling and giggling when Willy stepped closer. "I think our little jellybean wants you to feed her" Rose whispered to her husband. "I have a feeling she's definitely going to be a daddy's girl"

"But she's still going to love you just as equally," Willy said.

"Just like we love both of them, so, so much"

Rose watched as Willy picked up Fleur. She watched as he cooed, "my little jellybean" to her. She watched as he brought her closer to his face. She watched as Fleur smiled, giggled, and reached out to touch her father's nose. She watched as he pressed a gentle kiss to hers.

Rose picked up Dulce. She cradled him close to her, pressing a kiss to the soft skin of his little forehead. Dulce smiled and giggled at that. Willy came closer to them, cooed, "my little gumdrop" to Dulce, and pressed a kiss to his nose as well. Rose leaned over and pressed a kiss to Fleur's forehead.

And doubts and worries that Rose had only minutes before, suddenly vanished from her mind. The only thing that mattered to her was the fact that she now had her own little family with Willy, Fleur, and Dulce.

And it was all thanks to Charlie when he found that Golden Ticket. For not only had he become the luckiest boy in the world that day. Rose had become the luckiest girl in the world.

[sugar-petals]

SuperM as Subs

↪ A/N. UGH these guys have me fucking spiraling. very excited to bring you this, please indulge 👀

○ warnings ⚠️ 18+, dom/sub, kinks galore, gender-neutral dom!reader

3.5k words | bullet points | this is all over the place there is so much to say i—

⌈ ten

— motto: kitten has ‘ten’ in it, but so does intense.

wowza honey

best choke out you’ll find

the stamina, too, oh lord. ten can handle a lightning fast riding without blowing up in two minutes

all while you choke him

with a waist harness on and ankles bound

bondage looks so good on him; he’s flexible and enduring. imagine a hogtie... art. 

such a beautiful man.

literally, rope marks, imagine that

we need to talk about his pain threshold as well there

things that have other guys screaming are a mere tickle to him

i can’t emphasize enough how lucky you’ll be. this fella does not have to be trained much. experience? abundant. talent? more than vast. he knows precisely how far he can go with what kind of kink. that is invaluable.

and now, the most mind-blowing part. stress: he encourages you to take it all out on him. in his mind, that’s an extra treat and a promise he gets it raw how he loves it. 

your satisfaction is his fuel, as is seeing you unwind. 

the whole progression from heavy beginnings to breathless ends

the boy needs you to go, for the lack of a better word, buck-wild

so yes, ten is your number one (pun intended) address for all things messy. he asks you to hatefuck him, you spoil him with it.

the sheer masochism of him

are you kidding me

listen i’m not a fan of the sin concept but in this case... you can sin all you want with him

tl;dr: angry sex is his thing. strong emotions. guts will be rearranged.

about the elephant in the room: yeah, this guy can bust some extraterrestrial, dazzling, sexy as hell moves

that means one thing. contortionism. you can bend him into every position you desire and fuck him like that. he’s petite but don’t worry. your babe’s strong

in fact, you can sit on his face and get one ferocious rimming daily

things will get wet wetter wettest

surprise surprise vice versa he likes his own ass filled with plugs and vibrators

the type that buzzes him into a delirium while you slap him. with his neck turning red and those pretty almond eyes going wide. 

they do hold the universe. he’s just so enthralling.

btw. talking about toys. having a fleshlight ready to make him moan and ruin his orgasm is a veeery good idea.

chances are you will draw cute english or thai interjections from him

in return, you can call him your prince and kiss him all over for aftercare. he’s no different, thinking of you as someone figuratively and literally noble to him. he’s thankful you fulfill his greatest sexual dreams. it’s true, you’ll really worship each other.

he’ll do his little mona lisa smile and doze off in your lap...

sub!ten is just priceless okay

10/10

i need a moment

⌈ kai

— motto: local strip club found bankrupt.

oh mY GOD nini

he knows how it’s done

did he go to sub school or something

you’ll find him at the stove around 6:30 AM in his apron

making you breakfast pretty much butt naked otherwise

flustered and sexy butler kim right at your service

looking very sculpted

dancing a little, as usual, he’s getting into it

in other words, you’re sure to get those eggs fried well

now, besides his skimpy clothing and waiter allure

kai as a submissive is almost definite to be an epitome of organization. he’s just good at it. period. lube and protection are always in the house.

you do your part doing maintenance for toys and cracking the occasional whip but really i mean... as the great oh sehun once said... never don’t mind about a thing when jongin gets the chance to put something in order

so lean back — kai is a service sub. he’s the type who wants to break a sweat for you

and have that very visible because he doesn’t own clothes anyway. well, well.

something more about organization

fucking according to a schedule sounds about right

you have it all planned out with a special calendar book just for that purpose

but don’t believe he’ll be boring and hyper-structured beyond that

kai is the precise opposite of dull as a lover but that’s a huge duh

he has both the acute sense of bashful romance and strong erotic feelings that come with a regular eyebrow wiggle

he likes to provoke the wild animal in his partner

reckless abandon

kai is 100% guaranteed to make you let out the beast. he enjoys feeling you go all out and grip him, pin him. everything hands-on is good.

grinding and gyrating is always part of sex. hell, even floating and flying. fuck gravity.

you need a certain level of dexterity. and hey if you don’t, you will pick it up from him in a solid minute

what i’m trying to say is that it won’t happen that the two of you rub against each other in the sheets like two blocks of wood (even when going into aftercare!). it will be fluid, ever-moving, energetic right and left with the mattress creaking all over the damn place

sex with jongin is one thing for sure: fucking fast. he won’t mess up his tempo if you know what i mean. the two of you will be thrusting and moaning until complete fatigue sets in

he whines a lot i’m telling you

it’s the surefire way to know kai is into it, being genuinely vocal is one of his best qualities as a sub

besides handling any rough pace 

this guy will have you sneaking into his gym room and have a quickie on the next best workout bench

and lord knows what else. 

the bathroom is another destination. wet!kai, the yearning romeo, is an image you won’t forget

prepare to get your hands on all of that

he’s gonna melt right into ya

and that is sub!kai for you

⌈ taeyong

— motto: vanilla? hardly heard of her.

to use an nct pun: the options are— limitless.

and another: you’re signed up for a... long flight.

and you’re gonna be the: boss

who gives it to him

and i’m warning you

he’s shy about it but

taeyong is simply insatiable. take his kinky reputation at face value.

what doesn’t he do

the softest softcore (feathers to tease him) to the hardest hardcore (edge play, hallelujah), the whole spectrum without any efforts for transitions

so you guessed it, a normal bedroom really won’t do.

neither does a standard dom

but since you’re knee deep into taeyong — go figure, you’re reading this — news flash you likely aren’t one

plug in all of your toys and cameras for date night. he needs his good dose of lube-dripping fantasy, homemade with a bunch of latex thrown into the mix

yeah i know that will escalate quickly

he wears it well i’m telling you

and also greatly enjoys you donning it for friday evening

it will frustrate him to the max which is a sight to see indeed

no other sub in super m gets harder boners over latex. that’s how it is. he’s just so drawn to the material and how much authority it gives you in particular

noona/oppa kink incarnate

hell, even daddy/mommy

he calls you that when you are forehead to forehead and catching your breath

because man these orgasms are going to get you so high, bodies gently intertwined

and very, very drenched

not just skin-wise

so let me underline this

your dear taeyong, no matter how innocently he can blink at you, gets his daily nutrient intake from cum. 

what fancy-schmancy protein shake is he interested in other than yours like literally none

put him on a leash together with baekhyun and you have two salivating, ultra dirty boys

so ready to please and swallow everything up

taeyong is a handsome handful

you’ll be horny 24/7

or 23/7 maybe because aftercare

where we revert back to adorable yong. he clings to you a lot, you nuzzle him all the time, the affection is off the charts

he’s pouty and sweet, smiling to himself

holding him tight gives him a big sense of security. 

safe to say he wants everybody to know he belongs to you in terms of PDA, too

it’s not restricted to domestic intimacy and sexual aftermath

taeyong truly has the perfect ratio of freaky and soft

god worked hard on him

⌈ lucas

— motto: when bigger is better, things get wetter...

ready for take off are we 

yukhei is one flirty crackhead you’ll love it

teasing will go back and forth

there might even be play fights and wrestling involved. messing around on sofas and carpets, you know the deal. things won’t get too rowdy, he’s being his 6′ baby self and you don’t want to use your whole bag of tricks yet vice versa

lucas eventually lets you win anyways

and acts like he’s lethally injured ffs

he’s an aquarius don’t come for him they roll that way

in comes the patient-doctor roleplay. yep that’s how the story goes

and you sure as hell get to take care of um

luke’s big lightsaber

alright

it’s throbbing a bit too much and needs medicine

so think of yourself as a jedi master training your disciple.

read: edging the living soul out of him. 

rough handjobs are just perfect

as is going on a rodeo trip getting the guy to tame those bucking hips with a lil punishment here and there. and with punishment i mean tickling even when he is close to orgasm

uh-oh

wong yukhei is a cutie pie but he has just about a bucket of cum for you spilling all over the place

he might get a lil embarrassed about it, that’s the sweetest thing

cleaning it up will be his greatest pleasure

so

ready for subby lucas yet?

he’s juicy

so what else do we have... 

(besides that he sounds like harry styles is dubbing him and that voice is going to turn you on so hard)

if his dominant doesn’t have an ounce of a muscle and biting kink that’s, how to put it, a missed opportunity

just licking him and leaving marks everywhere just has to be the biggest feast in history. you have him parade around sleeveless just to see the hickeys on his arms. 

and you don’t have to be frugal. it has to scream mine mine mine. yes, xuxi has some arm sensitivity going on. he needs your mouth on him doing chaotic stuff that leaves his jaw hanging open. to the point of you eating your brunch off his chest and shoulders.

there i said it 

breakfast with yukhei is cancelled. it’s breakfast on yukhei

as for positions: things are usually more chill and standard. just how much missionary will there be, you’ll lose count. he’s good at it. lucas has the condensed passion of ten people, it will be more arousing than you’d think. it’s also a good pause to your usual activities, you both get a chance to um take a breath

if he feels cocky, wong brathei likes to lift you up during sex and here we go again with a staring contest... which ends with a bright smile and kissing 

what did you expect

always remember this one thing. in his big himbo brain only one thought floats around and that. is. his. love. for. you.

a whipped boy

he’s irreplaceable.

patient xuxi reports speedy recovery

⌈ mark

— motto: good boys go to heaven after debuting a couple times more

sirs and sirettes, mark lee.

what did you think the “m” in super m stands for? mario, man, massive, market, model?

nope

SuperMark is what keeps the planet spinning

now here it goes

let’s get one assumption out of the way first

you’d think he fucks how he talks but you’ll be surprised

everything’s slow slow slow

the pace is very casual for someone who raps and thinks that fast

mark is just too friggin’ cute

a blushy cupcake

innocent and always curious what you’re up to

just perfect for all sorts of gentle dominance

you can reassure him when he gets nervous which happens every now and then

and put him into soft sweaters and blankets when he feels cold

maybe even building a pillow fort and just caressing him ad nauseam literally for minutes on end.

tousling his hair would be adorable beyond belief

the same goes for giving him cheesy pet names

or feeding him sweets

you can bet chocolate is his favorite. 

but it’s not just all about pampering him

keen how he is you can expect a lot of gestures of attention from mark, like carefully selected presents and foot massages

there’s a real gentleman at your hands.

a gentlemark

he might have come up with that himself 

you bet there will be lots of humor involved mark just can’t do serious sex

his intellect is yeahhh... superhuman

as much as his heart is squishy for you.

it’s hard out there. this world is tough

but mark is a safe haven to return to and have wholesome hours in bed with

30% sex, 70% aftercare.

you think that’s impossible? look into his puppy eyes and tell me all you’ll do won’t be spooning

it’s an art form and mark is just too inviting not to do a brush stroke on the canvas. 

and after you’re done spooning things are back to more caressing

a smooch left, a smooch right

for the 30% he might need a bit of outside support because his inner perfectionist compels him

so he’ll text johnny at 4:30 in the morning with urgent questions

because his mind is racing and he promised to wake you up with a set of spicy stuff

sex veteran johnny will calmly explain it to mark but also keep it short and simple

because man how early can someone text you 

and mark appreciates a crisp how-to that he won’t forget

even when you are chest to chest feeling each other’s breath and his brain almost shuts down

at the end of the day...

you say hey canada lemme get my hands on those big thighs of yours and ding ding his pants are off. he responds so easily to guidance

and his dancing skill always helps to get groovy with you

so

bust down markiana

you’re that bitch and you know it

⌈ baekhyun

— motto: you and me, relax and ch...oking

leader on the streets 

screamer in the sheets

even the most peace-loving, noise-sensitive neighbors are going to dig the things that come out of his mouth as caused by you

just how good are his lungs

imagine him making audios for you. yes, god is real.

you just hit the lotto

the things his mouth can do 

byun baekhyun is a synonym of oral fixation when will merriam webster admit it

if there’s one person in super m who can nail the picture perfect drooling ahegao face without hesitation it’s him

he will pleasure you with his tongue so vigorously

that level of spit blowing will haunt you

and the slurpi—

THE NOISES. we can’t talk about the noises. nope, nope. the noises are not meant to be described to this world. 

you’ll suffer from incurable lust once you picture it

you know what his voice can cause

that would trigger a mass hysteria

anyway. moving on. 

baeks is the type to appreciate a mix of cheek-on-cheek cuddling and getting his brains banged out

you can toss him around, grab him by the hair, fuck him absolutely stupid

while also kissing his forehead and playing with the hair at the nape of his neck. as if he doesn’t want you enough already this will have baekhyun needy for so long

he’s the king of slutty behavior

and making both of you crack up with mid-sex jokes about who knows what, suho’s butt mole or something

he’s just too hilarious. on the other hand he likes being creative and concentrated

in his free time you’ll probably find him reading erotic stories, sketching sexy stuff (i.e., well, you) in a journal, or even a manual to the kamasutra. it gets him all hot and bothered to the point where he can’t stop being chatty about it.

baekhyun’s arousal always first manifests as a wave of words or texts 

your part of the equation is distilling the essence of said texts and getting to work on that perky body of his

and praise him plenty. baekhyun loves a lot of verbal affirmations and you’re glad to shower him with it.

kink-wise: he really has a gazillion ideas to try

costumes, gags, whips, pet play, sounding, collars, semi-clothed sex, cock rings, suspensions, you name it

as the cherry on top, a three- and fourway could be part of your routine for sure. 

that being said he might have a few dicks in him physically or mechanically because geez bacon loves fucking machines and dildos

he is 100% ready to embark on one hell of an anal odyssey

how much he can stretch out you can probably guess. and he’ll make jokes about it either way to turn you on

you’ll be certain to exhaust and stuff your lil’ darling to the brim but i’m telling you what you already know

he’s gonna be the happiest ahegao boy in the world

and throw peace signs when you take pictures of him fucked out

that’s byunbaek for you. one of a kind

a subby gem

⌈ taemin

— motto: 500 points to slytherin! 

this is what you’ve been waiting for i know I KNOW

red carpets out for the sensual sub king and nation’s p.r.e.t.t.y. boy

the international bombshell blonde

a bdsm luminary

DEITY

now, listen. 

some erotic feats are truly hard to execute

but there is always one guy who’s the exception 

and his name is lee taemin

no matter how unrealistic or complex your imagination of sex with him is

with this man, most of it can become real

effortlessly

because he’s a) an open-minded lover b) rich enough to rent ten dungeons — per hour and c) closest to perfection we as a human race have ever come 

taemin is a pro at bringing all kinds of your and his fantasies to life. that’s why it’s important that you sit down to talk about how your intimate encounters could look like every other week

primarily, as far as his taste is concerned

we’ve all heard about his tales of creepypasta romance

literally he’s been an idol for so long and still comes up with new baffling ideal type stories

so according to those

he wants to be run over by you and thinks that’s hot,,, but i say... we stick to flipping him over... like on a bed,,, no car involved

this pal is macabre you have to be an embodiment of the law to rein him in

police roleplay much. arrest this provocateur!

furthermore and on a lighter note

besides being jailed

lo and behold, chained up and decked out in lace, draped on a lip-shaped art sofa is how he feels the most in his element

add a mask and a corset 

just how glamorous is he

this guy has mastered all techniques of drawing you in with the most elaborate seduction. 

tremendous!

including dance: for your eyes only. 

prepare to have your loins set on fire.

because within the 4 walls of your home his every move will be pure danger loaded with sexuality. it would be even more of a public menace than he already is when performed in front of a crowd

keep those handcuffs ready officer

because it is your mission to stop that guy 

the more restraints the better

put five harnesses on him i don’t care as long as it contains him

and once that’s done

taemin likes to be stimulated and teased with you running silk fabric all over his body

he also enjoys you creating artistic pin-up-esque photography of him

with sultry eyes and puckered lips

and no worries. taemin will put his plump lips to good use elsewhere, too. all. over. the. place. servicing his dominant is an honor.

and those moans will be like a melody.

the literal only weak spot he has

is to kiss and tell. taemin gets carried away in conversation and feels pride when the topic switches to you. so... if you lick his earlobe and call him your slave, jongin knows the very next day and finds it very entertaining. 

taemin won’t deliberately spill the beans in a group chat but one-on-one with a close friend? he’s too excited not to talk about your chemistry and lets some juicy details slip if he can’t control himself.

taemin requires a dom/me who’s definitely not insecure and wants others to know who’s boss.

on the flipside, if you enjoy voyeurism? he is your man. it’s a matter of perspective entirely.

so to speak — even his weakness is a strength.

that’s all you need to understand about him

in sum: you got yourself quite an ace 

taem will press your number and you’ll have no sorrow in the world.

we truly are blessed by his existence

peace out

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[noona-clock]

The Doctor - Part 4

Genre: Doctor!AU

Pairing: Donghyuk (iKON) x You (Female!Reader)

Warnings: Medical emergency, Anxiety

Part 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6 | Words: 3,372

Apparently, you had convinced Donghyuk enough that you hadn’t just been “being nice” when you’d offered to take him on a tour of the town because he was now texting and calling you at least once a day.

The texting was definitely at least once a day; the calling was more like once a week. He would usually call to invite you and Claire to dinner on either Friday or Sunday evening, and by now, it seemed like you’d introduced him to just about every local restaurant that existed within the city limits.

Claire had even requested you invite him to see a movie with the two of you once, and he’d joined you for two more in the weeks after that, as well.

He spent quite a bit of time with both you and Claire, but you had so many one-on-one conversations through text messages( and when Claire left you two alone when she saw a friend out and about) that you didn’t just think of him as a family friend: he was your friend. Your friend who happened to genuinely enjoy spending time with your daughter -- and the feeling was entirely mutual. 

And before anyone asks -- yes, he was just a friend.

You wouldn’t lie and say your interest in him hadn’t grown because it had. As you’d gotten to know him better, you’d seen that his pleasant and charming demeanor was actually just... who he was.

He was without a doubt the kindest, sweetest, most warmhearted person -- not just man -- you’d ever met. And he was still as handsome as he was the day you’d unofficially met him. In fact, his personality made him even more handsome in your eyes.

So, yes. Your interest was much deeper than it had been a couple of months ago... but you were perfectly content just being friends.

You were!

Honestly.

Speak of the angel: your phone was currently ringing and Donghyuk’s name was on the screen.

“Hey,” you greeted with a small grin as Claire set down her pencil on the kitchen table. “What’s up?”

“Hey!”

Hearing Donghyuk’s cheerful voice always made your heart jump up in a little into your throat.

“I know it’s a weekday --” He was correct. It was Thursday. “-- but I got to leave the office early today, and I was wondering if you and Claire wanted to go to the park? I just got a new basketball, and I’m dying to try it out.”

The grin on your lips widened a little, and you said, “Well, I would love to watch, but I’m sure Claire would love for you to teach her how to play.”

Claire stood from her chair and rushed over to you. “Teach me how to play what?” she asked, tugging on your elbow.

“Basketball,” you answered. “Do you want to go to the park with Donghyuk?”

Rather than answering immediately in the affirmative, Claire pursed her lips in thought and tilted her head.

“Basketball?” she asked.

“Yeah --”

“Tell her I would love to teach her,” Donghyuk interrupted.

“He would love to teach you,” you told her, trying to make the offer sound incredibly tempting with your tone.

Claire thought for a few more seconds and then lifted her shoulders into a shrug. “Okay, sure.”

“Go get changed,” you said, nodding up toward her room. And then you turned back to your phone. “Say when and we’ll be there.”

“Now?” Donghyuk smiled. “I’ll take you guys out for dinner afterward, my treat.”

“Donghyuk!” you said with a playful whine. “It doesn’t always have to be your treat!”

“You buy dinner, too! Sometimes!”

“Hardly ever!”

“Okay, I’ll see you soon! Bye!” And he hung up before you could protest any further.

You laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head as you slid your phone into your pocket and moved to grab a refillable water bottle from underneath the sink.

Claire hopped back downstairs just as you finished filling the bottle up. You handed it to her, slung your bag over your shoulder, and headed out to the park.

Donghyuk was already there when you arrived, dribbling his basketball and making some free throws. 

Claire looked up at you with raised eyebrows, and when you nodded silently, a smile curved her lips and she ran onto the court to join him. “Donghyuk!” she cried joyfully, flinging her arms out when she got close.

You watched as Donghyuk quickly dropped the ball and bent down to welcome Claire with a rather large hug. He looked up then, searching behind her, and when his eyes caught yours, you lifted one hand in a wave.

His grin was visible even from where you were standing, and boy, did it make your heart sing.

As Donghyuk turned back to Claire and picked up his basketball, you found a nearby picnic table to sit on and watch. You had never been very athletically inclined, and basketball -- while fun to watch -- was not something you ever felt the need to actually do. You weren’t sure Claire would come out of this wanting to sign up for the local basketball league, but she would certainly have fun with Donghyuk.

After perching on the picnic table, setting your feet on the bench and one elbow on your knee so you could rest your chin in the palm of your hand, a smile formed on your lips that you knew wouldn’t go away any time soon. You couldn’t think of anything more heartwarming than watching your daughter playing and having fun with someone -- and someone as charming and friendly as Donghyuk, no less. It was so obvious that he was having just as good a time as she was.

You watched as he taught her how to dribble, setting his hand on top of hers and gently pushing the ball down to the ground over and over again. You watched as he delicately passed it to her, crouching down in front of her so they would be at the same level. You watched as he demonstrated how to shoot a basket, eventually picking her up and lifting her close to the net so she could dunk the ball. It took her a few tries since she was still a bit too far from the rim, but when she did, Donghyuk ran around the court with her still in his arms, cheering and whooping, and your smile literally never wavered the entire time.

After a little while, you decided to get your phone out so you could take some pictures and videos. Claire had just paused for a water break, so you figured it was the perfect time to dig into your bag.

Just as your fingers grasped the edges of your phone case, you heard one sound that no parent ever in the history of the world wants to hear: her child’s scream.

And not a playful scream or a laughing scream -- a hurt scream.

You immediately let go of your phone, letting it drop back into your bag as your head whipped up to face the basketball court. When you saw Claire on the ground, your heart leaped out of your chest, and even though Donghyuk was already by her side, you scrambled off the picnic table and ran over as fast as you could.

“What happened?!” you gasped once you were close enough, your chest heaving from just having run faster than you had in a long time.

Claire was currently sobbing and wailing while clutching her arm to her chest, so Donghyuk answered your question.

“She was just skipping over here after getting a drink from her water bottle, and she tripped,” he explained, sounding incredibly calmer and more collected than you felt at the moment.

Then again, he was a doctor. He dealt with things like this all the time.

Whereas you never had. So, right now, you were absolutely terrified.

You knelt down beside Claire’s head, reaching out to smooth your hand over her forehead and hair. “It’s all right, baby,” you said softly as Donghyuk gingerly inspected the arm she had fallen on.

Claire shook her head, whimpering ‘it hurts’ though her sobs.

“I know, I’m sorry,” you told her, successfully keeping the heartbreak you were feeling out of your voice. “Mommy’s here, you’re going to be okay.”

Donghyuk looked up at you then, and when your eyes met his, your heart broke even more. He made it abundantly clear that it was not good.

“I think it’s broken,” he murmured, eyebrows raised with concern. “We need to take her to the emergency room.”

You just nodded in response because if you opened your mouth to say anything, you knew you would just start crying.

Thankfully, Donghyuk had more than enough presence of mind for the both of you. He began to wedge his arms underneath Claire’s shoulders and behind her knees, preparing to pick her up and carry her -- presumably to a car.

“I’ll drive so you can sit with her in the backseat,” he said as he stood up.

You followed suit, your heart hammering nervously in her chest. “You -- we can take my car. It has her booster seat.”

Goodness knows you didn’t need to risk your daughter getting hurt even more.

Donghyuk agreed and began to carry Claire over to the parking lot quickly but carefully. You trailed right behind, and once you got close enough, you fumbled in your bag for your keys.

After unlocking the doors, you opened the back one for Donghyuk, allowing him to set Claire inside on her booster seat. You hurried around to the other side, scooting in and helping to buckle her seat belt as she continued to sob and hold her arm to her chest.

As soon as she was buckled in, Donghyuk rushed to get into the driver’s seat, turning on the car and backing out of the parking space.

Thankfully, the nearest children’s hospital was less than twenty minutes away, and even though you hadn’t included it on your Town Tour all those weeks ago, you trusted Donghyuk to know where it was. He was a doctor, after all -- you imagined one of the first things he did after accepting the job here was look up where the nearest children’s hospital was.

The whole way there, you sat in the middle seat right next to Claire, one arm around her shoulders as she leaned against you and cried. Her tears didn’t stop -- or even ebb the tiniest bit -- and you grew more anxious by the second.

It seemed like it took about fifteen years to arrive, but Donghyuk finally -- finally -- pulled into a parking space outside of the Emergency Room. Once again, he carried Claire, and as you followed behind him, you could hear him murmuring to her.

“Have you broken any bones before, sweetie?” he asked.

Claire blubbered out a ‘No.’

“It hurts, I know,” he consoled. “We’ll get it taken care of, okay? I promise.”

Claire then said something you couldn’t quite make out, but when Donghyuk responded, it nearly crushed you with sweetness.

“I won’t leave, no,” he assured her. “I’ll make sure the nurses here do a good job.”

Claire mumbled through her tears again.

And Donghyuk replied, “Your mom won’t be alone for a second.”

...It took everything in you not to stop walking and break down in tears right there in the hospital doorway.

By the time you came to your senses again, Donghyuk was already up at the receptionist’s desk.

Honestly, you couldn’t be more thankful that he was here with you. If you’d had to, you would’ve dealt with it on your own -- of course. You would’ve had no choice but to do exactly what he was doing.

But seeing Claire hurt and not being able to do anything to make it better was ripping you apart inside more than you’d thought. Of course, you’d known it wouldn’t be easy. Parenting rarely ever is.

But you hadn’t expected it to be this hard.

Most of the time -- almost 100% of the time, in fact -- you were fine being on your own. You were confident you could be a single parent for the rest of your life if you had to.

...At this moment, though, you were glad Donghyuk was here to fill in the gaps of your weaknesses.

“Come on,” Donghyuk suddenly whispered to you. “They’re taking her back now, she’ll get an X-ray soon.”

You nodded wordlessly, finding that in your thoughtful daze you had begun to chew anxiously on a small hangnail (which wasn’t so small anymore). You quickly crossed your arms over your chest and, once again, followed Donghyuk as he carried Claire -- this time back to an examination room.

The next hour or so was basically a blur.

Claire clung to you the same way she had when she’d been sick a couple of months ago; as soon as you sat down in the exam room, she plopped onto your lap and cradled her arm as she curled up as much as she possibly could.

You held her as tightly as you dared, being extra careful not to squeeze or jostle her injured arm in any way.

A nurse came in after an indeterminate amount of time (Donghyuk later told you it had been almost fifteen minutes) to take her back for a quick X-ray. Claire hesitantly slid off your lap, but she held your hand almost to the point of cutting off your circulation as the three of you followed the nurse down the hall.

You watched with a furrowed brow, wringing your hands together as the nurse took Claire into the X-ray room and explained everything she would be doing. Apparently, you looked nervous enough for Donghyuk to pry one of your anxious hands away from the other and hold it in both of his.

“She’ll be fine,” he assured you, squeezing and patting your hand.

You simply nodded, not even tearing your gaze away from the small window of the X-ray room’s door. Donghyuk started to let go of your hand, but you didn’t let him; you grasped it tightly, silently telling him you didn’t want him to go anywhere. You didn’t want him to leave or even move. You wanted him by your side until Claire was safely back at home.

And that’s exactly what he did.

After the X-ray, the doctor held up the thick, plasticky sheet against the light and pointed out the fracture in Claire’s ulna. She was taken back to get a cast, you signed the paperwork at the front desk, and Donghyuk drove you home.

“Hey, are you hungry?” he asked as he pulled into your driveway -- it was well past dark now, though it seemed like the three of you had met at the park about ten days ago. “I was going to take you guys out to dinner.”

Claire had fallen asleep on the way home, but you knew if she woke up anytime soon, she would be starving.

You were starving.

“Actually, yes,” you answered quietly.

“Here, why don’t you take her inside, and I’ll run and get some burgers.”

Donghyuk had done enough already, but the thought of making anything to eat yourself was far too exhausting, so you nodded and thanked him.

You assured him you could manage getting Claire in the house on your own even though she was basically dead weight in your arms as she slept, and -- somehow -- you did manage it. You got her inside, upstairs, and in her bed, making sure to keep her arm with the brand new green cast out and away from her so she wouldn’t sleep on it.

After tip-toeing out of her room and pulling the door just barely closed, you shuffled over to your own room.

Yes, Donghyuk would be back in just a bit with food, but... you needed to change into your pajamas now more than you ever had in your life. You were physically and emotionally and mentally exhausted, and if Donghyuk judged you for being in PJs when he returned... well, then, you didn’t really want a friend like that in your life, anyway, did you?

Absolutely not.

As soon as you’d changed into your favorite, comfiest floral pajama set, you trudged downstairs to wait for Donghyuk and the food.

Donghyuk and food.

Food and Donghyuk.

Oh, what a glorious combination!

You took the time as you waited to send a text message to your mom and dad, letting them know Claire had broken her arm, but she was all right and sleeping soundly. You would send her to school tomorrow with a doctor’s note allowing her to go the clinic for some children’s Tylenol in case she felt any pain, and everything was going to be fine and back to normal in about six weeks.

They responded with a barrage of concerned texts, but ultimately, they were glad she was okay. They also complimented you for handling things, and you decided not to include the fact that Donghyuk had been there -- you didn’t want them to get the wrong idea about the two of you. That would just make things awkward!

But then your front door opened, and you heard soft footsteps coming down the hall.

Donghyuk appeared in the kitchen doorway holding two takeout bags, a slightly worried but fully adorable smile on his lips.

And it was like everything just came crashing down on you.

All of the emotions you’d felt but not let yourself feel fully rushed through you, and tears immediately pooled in your eyes. Seeing Donghyuk again just reminded you of everything he had done tonight -- the calm way he’d reacted, how decisive he’d been, how sweetly he’d talked to Claire, how he’d comforted you outside of the X-ray room, how he’d offered to go get dinner for you even though he was surely exhausted himself.

You hadn’t cried a single tear on the way to the hospital, at the hospital, or coming home from the hospital.

So, apparently, you were going to cry them all now.

You shuffled over to Donghyuk as the tears began to spill onto your cheeks, and you wasted no time in sliding your arms around his middle and burying your face in the crook of his neck.

You felt him shift awkwardly to set the food on your kitchen table, and then his arms were around you, holding you tightly. 

“Oh, Y/N,” he said softly, his voice full of the same concern he’d just been showing in his smile. “I’m so sorry. I can’t imagine what it’s like to see your child in pain like that.”

...After all he’d done, he still had more comforting left in him?! You figured he’d probably wanted to drop off your burgers and leave after spending so much time and energy at the hospital.

But no. His embrace, his words, his everything -- it was all genuine.

“Thank you so much,” you mumbled, your fingers grasping the fabric at the back of his shirt. “I don’t think I could’ve made it through without you.”

Which was unequivocally true. You’d spent most of the time between Claire falling and putting her to bed in a mental fog -- basically on autopilot.

“Of course, you would have,” he replied without hesitation. “...But I’m glad I was there. I would’ve been too worried if you told me about it after.”

Donghyuk moved one hand to cradle the back of your head, so you burrowed more into him, letting the tears continue to fall.

“Cry as much as you need to,” he murmured. “I’m not going anywhere until I know you’re okay.”

And when he slid his other arm around you even tighter... when you became more enveloped in his scent... when you realized just how incredibly warm you felt in his embrace...

You knew.

You hadn’t told your parents about Donghyuk’s presence because you hadn’t wanted to give them the wrong idea about the two of you.

But now you were getting the wrong idea about the two of you.

Part 5

[ana-deaky]

It’s The Little Things || Joe Mazzello x Reader

What started out as a discussion between me and @amethyst-serenade on how cute Joe is, blown out into this story/HC, I honestly don’t know what this is. It’s definitely fluffy, now that I’m sure. Hope you guys enjoy our work!!

Words: 2393

No warnings whatsoever

HERE WE GO!!

Oh without a doubt! He's gonna be an amazing father and his kids will be adorable and lovable just like him.

Imagine him with his firstborn (especially if it's a girl) holding them in his arms and the absolute adoration on his face ♥️

It would start when you tell him you're pregnant. He'd be beside you (crying a little), kissing and hugging you, and your belly and telling "I'm gonna be a dad. We're gonna be parents."

Even when before you start showing, his hands will be on the belly, secretly protecting his kid. Involuntarily yelling "excuse me" and "coming through" when the two of you walk through crowds. And randomly talking to the baby, reading to the baby at night. And when he goes on a shoot while you're pregnant and he calls and he says "put the phone on speaker, I wanna talk to the baby" and talks about the day.

And he'd be showing everyone the ultrasound pic! And when you're having a movie night, he'd either have his hand or his head on your belly, constantly snuggling into you. And he'll tell anyone who'll listen that his beautiful wife is expecting your first child. And during the movie, if anybody cusses, Joe would put his hands on the sides of the belly and he'd say "too early for that" jokingly.

Oh Joe won't be able to hold it in for the first trimester. The day the second trimester hits, the ultrasound will be on his page and he'll share an entire paragraph about the baby and his incredible wife.

And obviously help throw the best damn dramatic Baby Gender Reveal Party ever!! YES! It's a girl!!

The moment he feels the baby kick over your belly, god, here comes the water works AGAIN!! His hands will be literally glued to your belly until he feels her kick again.

And the day comes when little Ms. Mazzello is ready to make her grand entrance into the world and you bet your ass, Mr. Mazzello has had the hospital bag and ready to go right after the baby shower.

And there she was, Ella Virginia Mazzello, the absolute adoration in his face as he watched his little girl in a tiny bundle on her mom's chest.

His face would be all lit up when he finally holds his baby girl, he's looking at his baby girl, all teary eyed and you could see his love for the baby in his eyes. And he'll literally worship the mother of his more than adorable baby, the love of his life and love her like anything.

He'd be loving and considerate, and would make sure his wife is happy and comfortable. And he tries his best to for you to let him dress the baby in the Yankees onesie he got for her. Well he knows how that's gonna end up.

Let us assume the fact that Ben has a baby boy around that time and Gwil makes a joke "that's your future boyfriend" when the boys visit the new mother and baby at Joe's home and Joe whispers to the baby, pretty audibly, "No dating for you until 16, young lady"

And on one day when the Yankees are playing, he'll be wearing a Yankees tshirt and dresses the baby in the Yankees onesie that he specifically got for her, and seats her on his lap, he'll post that picture captioned "Just two Yankees fans hangin' out"

His phone memory will be filled up with all of Ella's pictures, videos of her bouncing up and down on her father's lap to one of those Beatles songs from her dad's collection and obviously in her Halloween costume, that's right, Joe dresses up his little girl in a baby Raptor costume.

And all the boys would give him shit for it but Lucy would think it's the most adorable thing ever and tell you how lucky you are to have a husband like that.

As his little girl grows up, he'll help her host tea parties and he'd take her on daddy-daughter dates so he can show her how a REAL man should treat her.

Joe would make sure his little girl don't take no crap!

Second time along, during their second gender reveal, they find they're having a baby boy and he'll go crazy raising his hands and jumping up and down "we're having a boy, our lil baseball player is here."

He'd be going on and on and ON about having a firstborn son to carry on the family name.

He'd DEFINITELY get him a raptor onesie first and practically beg to organise play dates with Gwil & Dana's little girl and Rami and Lucy's twins (we haven't forgotten Ben's kids)

And Joe's baby girl, he'll definitely be by her side when his baby boy is too little so that she don't feel left out or anything.

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And Mother's Day,

The boys would all get together and plan something special for the ladies so they don't have to lift a finger. Starting with breakfast in bed (that Joe made with help from the kids), well you woke up to your little girl's giggles from outside the door and in comes your lovely husband with your baby boy in the baby carrier and Ella.

The boys would have booked the girls in for a spa day and he'll organise daddy-daycare with the boys. Then you'd all go to Rami & Lucy's place for dinner, which of course, the dads are making while the girls hangout with the kids. And then comes a bab(ies)y-mommy photoshoot and everything.

But Joe would find you when the baby's hungry because 'that's the one thing I can't do, sorry!' He'll be so dramatic saying "My nipples are useless."

Under the starry skies, the boys and their wives and babies, pictures perfect.

Ooh and the kids, well the boys will set up tents for them to camp in the backyard. And they'll sit around and tell stories of dragons and pirates and wizards; and let their imaginations run wild.

Imagine Gwil telling all these amazing stories with his soothing accent, doing all the voices and making the kids laugh while the rest of you are enjoying a beer or a glass of wine under the fairy lights hanging in the trees. And later, when he gets an acoustic guitar and break into a song and all the boys sing along.

And after the kids are down, all of you reminisce about the time when they did BoRhap and all the fun you guys had during press tours and birthdays and holidays.

And Joe tells about the adventures in Japan for the press tour when the translators were finding it hard to keep up with the boys. And Ben's like "Sorry I missed it!"

"But Cardboard Ben did" and that's when they remember Ben Cardy after an awful long time

Then Gwil and Joe explain the terrible night that Cardy B was in jail. Meanwhile you and the girls look at each other like "Boys!" 🙄

And Lucy takes out Joe's YouTube page and shows all the videos. And they all give him shit for doing 'Milk' and you be like "He still got the occasional screams."

Then Rami says "so THAT'S your bedroom secret, Joe?" And Joe's like "Well, we've got two kids so it must be working!" And you shove at his arm to keep him quiet saying "Joseph!"

"That's nothing",  Lucy says with a grin "Rami sings to me". And Rami covers his face with his hands and Ben shoves his arm. "Gwil goes "Huzzah" everytime he's done", says Dana from a corner. Ben gives Olivia a warning look, and Olivia says "Ben tells me to call him Skywalker to get him in the mood" and Joe laughs.

"So we all have weird quirks, cheers to that", says Joe and takes a drink and you go like eww

"That's why were friends", says Gwil. "Joe and I are more like brothers' says Rami, "We've seen each other shirtless in The Pacific". "And other things" says Ben. Lucy rolls her eyes and you two give each other a look.

"Here we go again" says Gwil and turns to you to ask "Has he tried to make the kids watch The Pacific yet?"

"Well it's not my fault. That the scene was TOO GOOD, y'know", says Joe winking, "besides you enjoy it as much as I do" says Joe to you.

"Several times. Barely made it halfway through the first episode before Ella said she was bored. He then tried with Joey until I reminded him that the baby is, in fact, still a baby. But when WE watch it, Joe always seems really interested in THAT sex scene", you said. "Joseph!" Lucy gasps

"Attaboy!" Rami chuckles and pats Joe on his back.

"How come you guys never watched it with me?", Ben asks. "We should do a "The Pacific" watch party one day", Rami announces and Joe toasts, "To the watchparty!"

"Oh she hesitated! That means it's true!" says Ben. "No wonder you've got two kids" Gwil grins.

"You watched it too!" says Dana. "Only because Rami and Joe wouldn't shut up about it and brought it up in EVERY interview we did!" says Gwil.

Just as Joe does the toast, your daughter comes out in her favourite unicorn pyjamas. "Daddy, I need to pee". Joe looks over at you. Rami and Lucy giggle. "She did call Daddy, didn't she?", you gave a look to Joe and he says "Come here" he says and picks up his daughter and off he goes. "She walks right?", Dana asks. "Don't even get me started with that.", you told.

"Always knew he'd go all gooey over his little girl." Ben says, lighting a cigarette. "She's definitely daddy's princess", you sigh. "Does he have tea parties with her?" Olivia asks. "He does, but uh" you hesitate just as Joe comes back, "Liv wants to know about your latest tea party"

"Oh what can I say Ella loves tea parties as much as I do. It's incredible and so much fun, you know" he says. "And this one here", he gestures to you, "is kinda jealous of us spending all the time together."

"You pinky promised me that you wouldn't show it to anyone" says Joe trying to grab your phone. "Oh its them", you said. "Yes it's us. Also pinky promise? How old are you guys?", Gwil asked.

"Yeah, Joe left me for a younger woman", you grin, sipping your wine. "You bastard!" Gwil gasps.

"And yet I have photographic evidence of you wearing a flower crown" you add. "Show us!", says Ben.

"That's just the start of it, Gwil", you wink, "so we have a choice between the flower crown, the fairy wings or the unicorn headband". Ben chokes on his cigarette and the girls laugh.

"You're a man of many hidden talents, Joe", Rami smirks.

"In my defense, I take pinky promises very very seriously", Joe said as the group passed the phone around, "Also I looked good in every one of those pictures"

"Y/N, tell them", Joe said. You roll your eyes. "He looks good in every one of those pictures", you said, adding to Dana "otherwise he'll sulk for the rest of the night." Dana giggles.

"Speaking of onesies, Joe wanted to get BoRhap themed outfits for the kids.", you said. "Thats so thoughtful, Joe", Lucy said. "Hold on, next time?", Ben grinned, "You guys wanna have more kids?"

"Did you get that onesie that we sent you for the baby?" Ben asked. "We did", you confirm "and it fits perfectly. Though El almost threw a tantrum when she saw her baby brother dressed as a raptor."

"Well Joe has already bought a Yankees one, so Ben had to compromise", said Rami. "Joe made me pinky promise that we HAD to buy the Yankees onesie first", you grin. "I wanted that for the baby's "homecoming" outfit, but she didn't allow it. Both times. Better luck next time, right?" Joe said.

'It's Joey's first Christmas. They're growing up so fast. I remember like it was yesterday that I told Joe that I was pregnant with El. Now here we are", and you were interrupted by a baby crying through one of the monitors. All of you scramble around to check which one was active. And found out it was yours, "Is he hearing all this? I'm gonna go check on him", you said and walked away.

"Oh he's already advised me of this, on the wedding night", you shrugged. "Pretty sure we conceived lil Joey at your place, Gwil", Joe grins, making Gwil sputter on his beer. You swatted his arm, "Joe!!".

"And I assume you've already found these outfits for the kids?" Olivia asked.

"It's a work in progress. It should be ready by the time of our Disney trip, hopefully", Joe said.

You sat in the rocking chair with Joey in your arms, singing to him softly, looking deep into his hazel eyes, stroking his cheek with your finger.

"I remember when you told us that Y/N was pregnant again", said Lucy, "You couldn't wait give give El a baby brother or sister."

"That's what you meant when you said you were busy, huh"' Rami winked. "We thought it was time, you know, El became a big sister."

******

"Gosh, I feel bad for not saying goodnight to everyone", you yawned "I didn't realise how tired I was.". You watched as the baby snuggled into the pastel green blanket, sound asleep.

You felt the baby lifted off your arms and opened your eyes, your fingers tightening on the baby "Shhhh its okay, it's me. I got him.", said Joe as he took the baby in his arm and laid him down on the bassinet right by the bedside. "Aren't you supposed to be downstairs?", you asked sleepy

"I knew you'd have dozed off with the baby when you didn't show up and everybody was tired after the long night. Probably asleep by now", Joe said, "Come let's go to sleep."

'C'mon now, in you get', Joe said pulling the duvet aside and you got in and he behind you. His strong arms wrapped around you after he pulled the blanket over the both of you. You nuzzled into his neck. Joe kissed the top of your head. As the two of you dozed off.

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[haderberkman]

Happy Birthday, Y/N

Richie Tozier X F Reader

Warnings: Smut, Language

Prologue Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 20 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23

Y/F/R = Your Favorite Restaurant

Requested by: @unlikelybeardsublime1212

Y/N was sleeping peacefully in her and Richie’s warm bed till she was rudely awaken by someone jumping on the bed. She groaned and opened her eyes, and Richie fell down on to the bed beside her and placed kisses on her face.

“Come on, Y/N. Get up! It’s your birthday!”

“That’s why you should let me sleep in, you man child. You’re literally forty-four, and you still jump on the bed like you’re still in your twenty’s. Hell, I’m twenty-seven as of today, and I don’t have the energy for that. Sometimes, I question who’s actually older, me or you.”

“But you love me, and you wouldn’t have me any other way.”

“You’re exactly right. Now, give me birthday kiss.”

“Yes ma’am.”

Richie climbed on top of her, and he connected their lips. Y/N put her arms around his neck and pulled him down so that he was laying on top of her. He slid his tongue across her bottom lip, and she opened her mouth, letting him slide his tongue in. Before they could get any further, whine from the baby monitor began to fill the room. They pulled away, and Richie hung his head and smiled.

“Damn, cockblocked by my own son. I’ll be back.”

He leaned down and pecked Y/N’s lips before leaving their room. Y/N sat up in their bed and waited for Richie come back.

Richie returned shortly with Finn in one arm and presents in the other. He handed Finn to Y/N, and Finn smiled at her as she kissed his chubby cheeks. She looked up at Richie and saw that he had a huge smile on his face. She smiled back at his as she got Finn settled on her lap.

“Rich, you really didn’t have to go through the trouble of getting me something. I have all I could ever ask for.”

“I know, but, baby, you deserve the world. It’s your birthday. Let me spoil you a bit.”

She rolled her eyes playfully at Richie as he handed her a gift bag with white tissue poking out of the top. She removed the tissue with Finn’s help, and she pulled out a picture frame. On the top of frame, ‘Mommy’ was written in big white letters, and on the bottom of the frame, ‘Happy birthday, beautiful. We love you so much. Love, Richie and Finn’ was written in medium sized black letters. The picture in the frame was of all three of them that Y/N’s mom had taken two weeks ago at Y/N’s dad’s birthday party. She smiled and hugged Finn closer to her as she looked at the picture.

“I love this picture so much, babe. Thank you.”

“Wait, you’re not done. There’s still one more.”

Richie handed her a small gift bag as he sat down on the bed in front of her. She reached into the bag and pulled out a small box. She opened it and inside was a beautiful heart necklace that had all their names and birthstones on it. She look up at Richie as a huge smile came to her face.

“Richie, this necklace is absolutely beautiful. I love it.”

“Happy Birthday, Y/N.”

He leaned over and placed a gentle kiss on her lips. She wrapped her free arm around his neck and held him there before pulling away. She readjusted Finn in her lap and looked at Richie lovingly. He looked back at her and smiled.

“So, baby, what do you want to do today?”

“Shopping at the mall with both of my boys sounds like a perfect day to me.”

“Alright! Let’s get ready and go.”

They got up, and Richie dressed Finn while Y/N got ready. After Y/N was finished, she fed Finn a mashed banana while Richie got ready. Y/N and Richie ate a quick breakfast before they buckled Finn into the car and left for the mall.

After hours of shopping and eating at Y/F/R, they finally arrived home. Y/N immediately took Finn upstairs and gave him a bath. Once his bath was finished, Y/N took him into his room and smiled when she saw that Richie had already laid his pajamas out. They dressed him, and Y/N rocked him to sleep.

Once Finn was asleep, Y/N carefully laid him in his crib, and Richie wrapped his arm around her as they walked out of Finn’s room. Richie stopped walking before he entered their room, and Y/N turned and looked at him.

“Close your eyes. I have a surprise for you.”

Y/N listened to him and closed her eyes. He lead her into their bedroom and stopped when he reached their bathroom. He told her to open her eyes, and she gasped as she saw the way Richie decorated their bathroom. He had a couple of lit candles on the counter, rose petals on the tile floor that lead to the tub, and a nice, hot bubble bath waiting for them. She turned around and pulled Richie into a kiss. She pulled away and pulled her shirt off before looking at him.

“You’re joining me right?”

“Hell yes, I’m joining you.”

Richie and Y/N quickly discarded their clothes, and Richie stepped into the tub first. Once he got settled, he offered Y/N a hand and helped her into the tub. She sat down with her back pressed against his chest. She leaned back against him and rested her on his shoulder. He wrapped his arms around her and kissed the side of her head.

About ten minutes into their relaxing moment together, Y/N felt Richie’s member twitch against her back. An evil smirk came to her face as she moved against him. He let out a little moan and gripped her hips.

“What’re you doing there, baby?”

“Nothing, Rich. Just enjoying your company.”

She moved against him again, enjoying the fact that she’s teasing him. She moved one more time before Richie moved his hand and began circling her clit. Y/N moaned and threw her head back against his shoulder. After a couple of seconds, he pulled his hand away, and Y/N let out a whine.

“It’s not fun when you’re the one being teased, is it?”

“Come on, Richie. It’s my birthday, please.”

“Oh, you know I can’t tell you no.”

Richie went back to circling her clit, and she moaned as she gripped the sides of the of the tub. He kissed a crossed her shoulder and up her neck, and she moaned a little louder as he sped his movements up.

“F-Fuck Richie, I’m close.”

“Come for me, baby.”

Richie whispered in her ear, and Y/N came as soon as the words left his mouth. She had her head leaned back against his shoulder, and he kissed her exposed neck as she came down from her high.

As soon as she caught her breath, Y/N quickly maneuvered herself into Richie’s lap, and she faced him. She connected their lips in a heated kiss as she reached down to stroke Richie. He gasped his her mouth and pulled away slightly.

“Are you sure you wanna do it here? It’ll probably make a huge mess-“

“I don’t care if it leaves a mess. I need you now, Rich.”

Richie smiled at her before leaning up to capture her lips in a kiss. Y/N positioned his member at her entrance and slid down onto him causing both of them to moan. She wrapped her arms around his neck and tried her best to rock her hips against his. After a few minutes of torture, Richie took matters into his own hands and began thrusting up into her at a fast pace.

“Shit, Richie. Oh my God, fuck. Keep going, don’t stop.”

“I didn’t plan on stopping, beautiful.”

She kissed him again as her walls clenched around him causing his hips to stutter. He quicken his already fast pace, and Y/N felt that familiar warmth grown in her stomach. When Richie circled her clit again, she came suddenly with out any warning. He thrusted into her a couple more times before finishing in her. He kissed her, and she rested her forehead against his shoulder.

They sat there for a couple of minutes before Y/N pulled herself off of Richie and out of the tub. Richie stood up and unplugged the drain as he got out. He grabbed two towels and wrapped one around Y/N then himself. She walked closer to him, and she pulled him into a hug and rested her head on his chest.

“I’m so lucky to be your wife.”

“What?”

Y/N pulled back and looked into Richie’s eyes. A smile came to her face as she spoke again.

“I said that I’m so lucky to be your wife. Thank you for a wonderful birthday, Richie. This was probably one of the best birthdays I’ve had.”

“Well, I’m glad that I could make it better. Come on, let’s go to bed.”

They threw their towels into the basket, and they climbed into the bed. They immediately wrapped their arms around each other, and Y/N snuggled her face into Richie’s neck.

Y/N loved Richie and Finn so much, and she wouldn’t have wanted to spend her birthday with anyone else except for her boys. They made her day so special, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything.