#because ofc hes the only one scheduled to do things early morning

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I couldn't believe the line out there when I pulled in! I mean, it's a Thursday or—I don't even know, I can't keep track of the days right now!

yeah i bet bud you havent stopped drinking since monday night going straight from the scf celebrations to elbo room to a nightclub in miami you were at not even 5 hours ago

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A Little Bit Stronger

Part 4

(previous part here, next part here)

Bradley Rooster Bradshaw x OFC

Summary: You get more bad news but it turns out to be a blessing in disguise

Just like everything else I write/post: this story is for 18+ only. MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. It will contain smut, adult themes, situations and language. Please also note this story may be triggering due to the topic of domestic abuse (physical, emotional, sexual) violence-feel free to message me with any questions before reading.

Warnings: 18+ MDNI! Smut, mutual masturbation, a little voyeurism.

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The front door closing quietly wakes you the next morning, well, more like Hank jumping off the bed to see the person who opened it.

“Alright,” you yawn, stretching before you get up, feeling again well-rested. “Let’s go.”

He races down the stairs ahead of you, excited to see Bradley.

“Did I wake you?” He asks as you enter the kitchen, continuing when you shake your head. “Sorry, I get up early. Went for a run this morning.”

“You’re fine,” you smile, “Hank was just excited to see you. I usually get up early too, must’ve just been tired from yesterday. Is that why you’re called Rooster? You’re an early riser too?”

“Uh, yeah,” he says, turning pink as he rises from petting Hank to look in the fridge.

Now you’re totally convinced that there’s more to the story by his avoidance.

“I don’t have much besides eggs and toast,” he sighs, looking at the loaf of bread on the counter, “I’ve gotta get to the grocery store. I should warn you too, I can’t cook for shit.”

“That’s okay,” you reply as you open the door to let Hank outside, “I used to love cooking.”

“Yeah?” He doesn’t need to ask why you stopped loving it, assuming (correctly) it was because of Chad. “My mom was a great cook. I’d do anything to have one of her home-cooked meals again…that I complained about at the time, wanting McDonald’s or pizza instead.”

You laugh as you fill Hank’s food bowl, “I did the same thing, I think most kids do.”

“Yeah,” he chuckles, grabbing the eggs and pulling out a pan. “The best was her meatloaf and homemade Mac and cheese. She left me a whole book of her recipes but it never ends well when I attempt them.”

“I could try making it,” you reply as you let Hank back inside, “if you want.”

“Really?” He lights up as he cracks an egg, “that’d be great.”

“Yeah,” you smile, “it’s been a while so I might be a little rusty, but I’d love to try. It’s the least I can do since you won’t let me pay you for staying here.”

“That’s not a big deal,” he murmurs. “Her recipe book is in there if you wanna take a look,” he nods to one of the drawers. “Do you like your eggs scrambled? Cause that’s all I can do.”

You laugh again, “Scrambled is perfect.”

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“Wanna invite Reese, Jake, and Drew over?” Bradley asks as he packs the groceries into the back of the Bronco, “I know the recipe makes a lot, we always had a ton of leftovers.”

“Sure,” you reply, buckling your seatbelt as he gets in the driver's seat. “Do you mind stopping at the post office? I should check my PO Box.”

“Not at all,” he replies, heading that way.

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“Everything okay?” He asks when you frown, reading the letter from the court.

“The divorce hearing is scheduled for next Friday,” you reply.

“Isn’t that good?”

You nod, “It is, but I have to work. Thankfully it’s being conducted over the phone, but I don’t want to ask for time off when I’ve only been there a few weeks.”

“Reese will gladly take off,” Bradley assures you.

You sigh, “I hate asking her to, but I don’t think I have a choice. I don’t want to delay this any longer.”

“Do you have a lawyer?” He asks.

“Yes, but I’m not asking for anything from him; no alimony, nothing from the house…I don’t want or need any of that. I just need him to sign the papers and leave me alone.”

“Do you think he will?” He asks softly.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, “I hope so.”

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Bradley plays outside with Hank while you start the food; both recipes are easy enough to follow.

“It smells amazing,” he comes in just as you’re closing the oven. “Jake and Reese will be here any minute.”

“Good. Hopefully it tastes amazing too,” you smile, looking at him over your shoulder.

“I’m sure it will,” he replies, stepping close to dry his hands on the towel hanging on the oven door. “It’s looking better already,” he murmurs, his deep brown eyes on the fading bruise on your cheek before meeting your own.

Your eyes flick to his lips, fingers twitching as you fight the urge to bring him down to yours for a kiss.

You both jump when the doorbell rings.

“They’re here,” he says, before clearing the huskiness from his throat. “I’ll let them in.”

“Yeah,” you nod, “okay.”

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Bradley brings a round of beers outside while the food cooks inside, Drew’s giggling at Hank’s antics, and Reese is telling you and Jake about the trouble she and Bradley got up to with Andy back in the day when your phone rings.

The relaxed smile falls from your face when you recognize the number as your new landlord.

“Excuse me,” you say, stepping inside to answer it and check the food.

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The oven timer goes off just as you hang up the phone.

Somehow you manage not to get any of your tears on the food as you take out the dishes.

“Wow, everything looks great-hey what’s wrong?” Bradley asks when he sees your tears.

“That was my landlord,” you tell him, wiping your tears with the back of your hand, “he terminated my lease…that hadn’t even started.”

“What?” He asks, handing you a paper towel, “Why? How can he do that?”

“Said he overlooked something when I applied,” you sniff, “it’s just a bullshit excuse. This has Chad written all over it. God only knows how he figured out that’s where I was moving,” you inhale shakily, “I’m guessing he either bribed or threatened the landlord.”

He hesitates for a moment before gently wrapping his arms around you in a hug.

“Shit, that was stupid. I’m sor-“ He starts to let go when you stiffen instinctively but you shake your head once before allowing yourself to melt into his embrace. All of your anger, sadness, resentment, grief, and fear hitting you at once. Your shoulders begin shake from your suppressed sobs as you bury your face into his solid chest.

Neither of you hear the back door open again.

“Actually Drew, can you take Hank out one more time?”Jake says when he spots you, “I think he might have to go potty.”

“Sure! Come on,” he says, and the door closes a moment later.

“What’s wrong?” Reese asks, stroking your hair.

“I l-l-lost my apart-“ you take a deep breath before reluctantly pulling away, “I lost my apartment.”

Reese tears up and there’s a tick in Jake’s jaw as you explain everything.

“Oddly enough, I was thinking of taking next Friday off anyway,” Reese says when you tell her about the divorce hearing.

“Liar,” you laugh wetly, “but thank you.”

She just smiles.

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“This is exactly like she made it,” Bradley murmurs, mostly to himself. You pretend not to notice the tears in his eyes.

“Roo, is Shae your girlfriend?” Drew asks a few minutes later.

Reese snorts as Bradley chokes on the food in his mouth, “No, she’s just my friend. Why?”

“Because she slept over last night,” he shrugs.

“Well, are you my boyfriend? You sleep over sometimes too,” Bradley asks, raising a brow.

“No!” Drew giggles, “I was just wondering. I thought when adults sleep over it means they’re dating. Jake sleeps over all the time in Mom’s room. He leaves really early in the morning though. I don’t know why he doesn’t just move in.”

You bite your lip to keep from laughing at the shocked look Jake and Reese share.

“Busted!” Bradley bursts out laughing, “not as sneaky as you thought, huh?”

“Oh fuck off,” Reese says, her and Jake laughing now too, “Drew, don’t repeat that.”

“I won’t,” he giggles.

“Shae is just a friend and she’s going to stay here for a while,” Bradley explains before clarifying, “in the guest room.”

Your lip quirks at that.

“But why?” Drew asks.

“Drew-“ Reese starts but you interrupt.

“I just moved here and it’s hard to find an apartment that allows big dogs,” you explain, not lying…just leaving out some details.

“That’s dumb,” Drew scoffs, “he’s such a good dog.”

“I think so too,” you smile.

“Do you like baseball?” He asks, changing the subject, “I love baseball…”

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You begin the apartment search again the next morning, requesting tours and submitting applications to anything that looks promising.

But by Thursday evening, you’ve gotten zero responses.

While discouraged, you weren’t exactly disappointed. It’s been a week since you’ve been staying with Bradley and you two already have fallen into a routine together; he quietly opens your door every morning to let Hank out so he doesn’t whine and wake you. Already gone by the time you got downstairs but had coffee, toast, and eggs waiting in the microwave. He’d gone home to let Hank out without you asking one day when you didn’t have time to take lunch. His delighted reactions to your cooking makes you remember why you loved it.

“Still nothing?” Bradley asks as he sits across from you while scrolling for a movie to turn on.

“Nothing,” you confirm with a sigh, “I promise I’ll be out of here soon though.”

“You don’t have to be,” he turns to you, but his eyes won’t meet yours, “I mean, there’s no rush.”

He hesitates so you wait for him to continue.

“It’s been really nice having someone else here,” he admits, “It gets…quiet living alone.”

His admission tugs at your heartstrings; you got lonely too.

“I understand. I do like having someone around. For little things like talking over dinner, watching movies together…and I can finally sleep. I don’t keep myself awake overthinking every little sound.”

“Good,” he murmurs, “you can stay for a while if you want. Until you find an apartment you like, or until things get better with your ex and you feel safe again.”

“Okay,” you agree, “but only if you let me pay you.”

“Sure,” he says as he returns to scrolling, “we’ll figure something out.”

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Bradley’s Bronco is already in the driveway when you pull in the following afternoon.

It was a long, exhausting day, but it’s over. You’re free.

It was conducted over the phone, so while you didn’t have to see Chad, you still had to hear his voice. He behaved though; his daddy must’ve been present.

“Bradley?” You call when you open the door, feeling better already as you step inside.

He doesn’t answer but Hank is relaxing at the top of the stairs. His tail thumps heavily as you make your way up.

“Hey pup,” you murmur, kissing the top of his head before passing him.

You realize where Bradley is when you enter your room and hear the shower running.

Having every intention of taking a nap, you flop down on the bed with a sigh and close your eyes.

Just to open them a minute later when you keep hearing something; a wet, rhythmic slapping.

Is he…? No. It’s none of your business if he’s jerking off.

Then he moans softly.

You ignore your body’s reaction.

It’s wrong…right?

There’s a thump above your head and you can’t help but picture him bracing his arm against the wall as he strokes himself.

“Oh,” he groans, then, “Shae.”

There’s no ignoring the arousal that rushes through your body before settling between your thighs.

You slide your hand down the front of your pants, gasping when you touch your clit, swollen and pulsing.

Your eyes fall shut as you circle your clit, listening to the sounds he makes and picture him while he’s apparently picturing you.

It’s been so long since you’ve had an orgasm that you’re on the brink in no time at all.

His gasped “fuck” above your ear is all it takes.

Your mouth falls open as you shudder through wave after wave of pent-up pleasure. Tears stream from your eyes at the long-overdue emotional release.

The shower turns off as you come back into your body and by the time you muster enough strength and coordination to get up to close the door, he’s already walking past.

“Shit!” He jumps when he glances into your room, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t think you’d be home until later.”

But you hardly hear him; your eyes follow a droplet of water as it runs down his bare chest, wanting to follow it with your tongue. It’s absorbed the towel wrapped loosely on his hips.

A light tug would make it fall.

“Hey,” he notices your disheveled appearance and drying tears, “you okay? How did it go?”

That snaps you out of it.

“It’s-yeah,” you shake your head to clear it, “I just got here a minute ago. I’m…it was a long day.”

“I bet,” he nods, “I’ll listen if you want to talk about it or there’s beer in the fridge if you want to drink about it?”

“Drink about it,” you smile.

“Alright,” the way he grins makes your heart (and other parts) flutter.

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A/N: posting 2 chapters in 2 days-who even am I? I think I wrote over 5,000 words today 👀

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[pablitogavii]

Hiii can i request What habits Gavi got from being with the reader? (Fluff)

Thanks🫶🏼

I like this idea :)

Habits

First of all, Gavi is a boy and before he met you, he was definitely very messy leaving clothes everywhere..especially those dirty kits from training. But now he always throws away his dirty clothes into the basket before putting his bag away into the closet.

Another thing he learned with you is skin care! Yeah, you heard right! He saw you one night cleaning your skin with a cleanser and got curious to try it.

"Um..would it be weird for me to do it too amor??" he asked pouting because the night he actually did skin care, he really liked how soft his skin felt afterwards.

"Of course not cariño! We can buy you your own skin care together!" you said and he got very excited taking you to Sephora the very next day and you went straight to men's section.

Before you, he always made plans last minute with his friends after practice but now he always makes sure to plan accordingly and prioritize spending time with you whenever he can.

He takes being in a relationship very seriously, and accordingly changed his engagements with fan girls. There are no more super tight hugs, or taking those paper phone numbers and notes. He values what he has at home and doesn't want to disrespect you in any way. :)

Even though his schedule does get quite busy especially with traveling, there is always one date night per week where the two of you get to be alone. He isn't very picky what you do (from at home movie nights to late evenings drives around town) as long as it's the two of you together.

Another new habit he made is buying you a gift from every country he visits. You told him not to buy anything expensive since that makes you feel guilty so he always find something small that reminds him of you to bring back.

"What is that cariño??" you said when he came back from his friendly game in Tokyo.

"Open it preciosa" he said and you blushed opening the little box seeing the small sushi stuffed animal inside. You're favorite food is sushi!

"Awhh I love it cariño! Thank you!" you said kissing Pablo's lips and adding it to your special shelf with the rest of little gifts.

Pablo knows you're not a morning person and that you LOVE coffee in the morning so whenever he doesn't have trainings super early, he waked you up with a cup of coffee ( and bunch of besitos ofc!)

Before every game, he puts on the hand made bracelet you made for him for good luck. Always kisses it when he scores :)

Knows how much you LOVE physical touch, so even when there are cameras, he makes sure to touch you one way or another. Sometimes it's by holding your hand and other is by standing next to you so that your shoulder's touch.

Pablo isn't much of a talker but when he sees that you need reassurance, he isn't shy to tell you "te amo" right before falling asleep or while kissing your forehead when he catches you being jealous.

"I'll let you take your jersey off me Pablito.." some fan girl yelled while Pablo was signing his jersey and you felt your jaw clenching in a response.

You learned not to react to things like these and the fact that Pablo always grabbed your hand and took you to his home. You were his girlfriend and everyone knew it!

"Please don' call me that..only my girl calls me that" he said while returning her the marker grabbing your hand and pulling you to his side while walking away.

"Te amo princesa..only you" he whispered and you blushed nodding your head and laying your head on his shoulder as you entered the hotel.

[silentglassbreak]

Fragmented

Noah Sebastian x OFC

Alright, back to our regularly scheduled programming. Thank you all for being patient with me. We need to develop this plot, so let's all buckle up.

Warnings: Nothing wild here. Testosterone being tossed around.

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Part 9 - First Time

One Month Later

Normal is a relative term, isn’t it? By definition, it means conforming to a standard. Therefore, my life was getting into a sense of normalcy, as I was forcing it to.

I couldn’t handle the heartbreak anymore. It was too painful to allow myself to continue to sulk. Every time she left, anytime we said goodbye, my soul folded in on itself more and more. Is it going to stop hurting just because I want it to? No. Can I allow myself to move on? I think so.

One hundred and eighteen days since she ended things. My world fell apart, but I only have to wait so long before I start trying to put it back together. I’m encouraged to move forward. I’m told to let myself heal. And I think maybe it’s time.

Thirty-six days since Mileena and I recovered from the stomach flu, and our safe bubble was burst. We haven’t kissed, fucked, or had any above mildly flirtatious contact since.

We’re still close, and we still talk every day - sometimes for hours, but I’ve put up a silent barrier between us. Continuing to allow the physical affection was only making it harder for both of us. And I’ve learned, through months of dealing with this, that she has little to no control.

She’s still seeing Justin, which stings in ways I can’t even begin to explain, but I’ve swallowed it. Leena seems to have taken to him, which makes me happy. Although I never expected to feel that way, I do. Seeing her smile, and seeing her joy has brought a sense of calm to my soul, even if I’m not the person lighting that fire inside her.

Maybe I’m moving on.

Today, I was awake early, driving to the guys’ place, anxious and excited all at once.

Today was album completion day. After hours on hours of sitting with Jolly in the studio, rewriting lyrics, re-recording vocals, and reworking the instrumentals, it was finally ready.

Today, at 9AM, the album was due to Sumerian. We were going to send it at 8AM, the email already drafted and all of the files attached. It was a big moment, and we were ecstatic. The amount of work that had gone into this album made Death of Peace of Mind look like child’s play. We were all so ready to be moving to the next stage - preparing for release.

I pulled into the driveway, and noticed the amount of vehicles. I, clearly, wasn’t the only one there.

Just inside the front door, I kicked my boots off and made my way toward the living room, already hearing many conversations ongoing. Just inside the foyer, I could see Nick and Laura, enthralled in whatever conversation they were having. Jolly was sitting on the couch, eyes glued to the screen of his laptop, surely checking the email again to make sure all of the attachments were sound, and nothing had been forgotten.

In the back corner of the room, Folio stood by the fireplace, mid-conversation with Leena, who was holding Addison on her hip.

“Well, hello family!”

Everyone’s eyes flashed to me, smiles breaking out on everyone’s faces.

“There he is!” Nick walked over and clapped my shoulder. “Cant believe you’re the last one here!”

I shook my head. “Traffic was rough this morning.”

I gave him and Laura welcoming hugs, and made my way over to Leena and Addison.

“There’s my girls.” I gave Mileena a one-armed hug, and took Addie from her, squeezing her tight.

“Are you excited?” Leena was beaming at me, something like pride on her face.

“Excited and anxious. I’ll be glad once it’s out of our hands.”

Folio snorted next to me. “Yeah, so you can’t fuck with it anymore.”

Rolling my eyes, I shook my head. “It’s not fucking with it. It’s perfecting.”

He reached over, slipping Addie from my arms. “Well, go check on Jolly. He hasn’t spoken in twenty minutes.”

I padded over to the couch and flopped down. “All good here?”

He nodded, reopening the email. “I think so. Everything’s working. Cover art and back art is there. Lyric docs are attached. I think we’re all set. Bryan is going to forward in the pictures for the social media announcements. And Matt’s working on the details for the release party already.”

I nodded. “We don’t know how long?”

Jolly shrugged. “Three months, maybe? Slaughter is releasing their album next month, but then Alec told me it’s pretty clear until November. We’re likely shooting for a fall release.”

“Oh sweet. We can start touring in spring, maybe?”

Jolly smiled and leaned back. “I fucking hope so man. We’ve been getting a lot of heat for not hitting Australia on the last tour. Or Asia.”

“Maybe we start there?”

I could feel eyes burning into the side of my head, Mileena standing close enough to hear our conversation, but I ignored them.

“Festival season is in the spring and summer, so maybe we start with that? And work our way out?”

I huffed, and let my eyes drift over to Leena, who had a sad expression on her face that she wasn’t hiding well. “We’ll let Matt and Lana work it out.”

“Two minutes, guys.” Nick called from across the coffee table.

Folio came and plopped next to me. Nick sat next to Jolly, Laura perched on one of his knees. Leena sat, Addie in her lap, on the arm of the couch.

Jolly’s finger hovered over the ‘Send’ button, and we all held our breath.

“As always, I would like to just say, you guys are the best. We have worked our asses off for this, and if we receive even half of the success as Death of Peace of Mind, we’re lucky. We’re lucky to do what we love, and do it well.” I spoke to the entire room. To my brothers.

“Let’s fucking do this!” Folio announced, and the clock struck 8:30, Jolly clicking the mouse.

A second of silence fell over us, until the confirmation that it was sent popped on the screen.

We all broke out in celebratory hollers and clapping.

“Fuck yeah! We fucking did it!” Nick exclaimed, patting Jolly’s shoulder.

“You guys are awesome, you know that?” Laura smiled at us all.

“We need to celebrate!” Folio stood up suddenly, all of our eyes snapping up to him. “Let’s call Matt, Bryan, Lana, and Davis, and let’s go fucking celebrate!”

“Uh, dude…it’s not even 9AM…” I was smirking at him.

“It doesn’t have to be a party.” He stopped, thinking for a moment. “Let’s go ride fucking roller coasters!”

Nick, Jolly, and myself all stood up, affirming our excitement at once.

“That’s fucking awesome! Let’s do it!” Nick was still holding onto Laura. “You’ll come?”

She smiled wide. “Blocked my whole day for you, babe. I’m down.”

Nick glanced at Leena. “You too?”

She seemed to hesitate, her eyes looking over to me. “I, uh, might need to pass.” She chewed her lip. “Addie and I had plans today.”

“So…cancel them?” Jolly interjected.

“We were supposed to meet with Justin.”

I scoffed. “So bring him?” Her eyes widened in surprise at me. Valid, given I was mildly surprised at myself as well. “Unless, of course, he’s too scared…”

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The drive to Knott's Berry Farm was quicker than I expected. Folio and I rode in my truck with Addison, Nick and Laura were in her car, Bryan and Matt were picking up Davis and Lana, and Mileena would be meeting us in about an hour after she picked up Justin. As we turned right off of La Palma onto Beach Boulevard, the traffic came to a dead stop. The turn-in to Knott's toward the parking lot was packed.

"Is something going on today?"

I shrugged. "No idea. We got here early, so I didn't think it would be too packed for a Thursday." I glanced at the dash. "It's only noon."

He rolled his window down, leaning his body out of the window, and waving at a security guard who was directing traffic.

"Hey," The guard walked over to my car. "is there a reason it's so busy?"

The guard stood with his hands on his belt, and glanced down to the line of cars.

"The concert today. It doesn't start until 6, but folks want to get in early."

Folio raised an eyebrow, dropping back into the vehicle. "Concert?" He pulled his phone out and opened his browser. After a moment of searching, he smiled. "Oh dope, dude! There's three bands playing today!"

I was pulling toward the parking lot now, waiting for my turn to pay at the stall. "Which ones?"

"Skillet, Daughtry, and Lifehouse."

I nodded in surprise. "That's fucking cool, man. We picked a good day to come."

Once we had all parked, I was pushing the stroller with Addison squealing excitedly. We all talked about which rides we were hitting first.

"Dude, we can't just start with the biggest ones. We've got to warm up." Nick was trying to reason with Folio, who looked as though he was crawling right out of his skin.

"Bro, I am riding the Xcelerator first, and you can't fucking stop me."

I chuckled. "I'm so in on that, man."

Laura reached for the stroller, taking it from me easily. "That's fine. You and Folio go get your adrenaline rush. Addie and I will be waiting for Leena in Camp Snoopy."

I bent down to kiss Addie's nose as she munched on her cotton candy, making an absolute mess. "You be good for Auntie, baby girl."

She blew a bubble in response.

Folio and I practically sprinted to the line for the roller coaster, only being a few dozen people back. He immediately hopped up onto the railing, smiling wide.

"So excited. I haven't been here since I was a kid."

I nodded. "Leena and I came like...three months after we met? She likes to act like she loves roller coasters, but in reality, she only rides the mellow ones."

He giggled. "She always talks such a big game, dude."

"Fucking honestly. She's as human as the rest of us, contrary to popular belief."

He nodded, jumping down to move with the line. "You going to be good with her bringing Justin?"

I perused this a moment. "I think so. I've had some time to adjust."

He looked at me suspiciously. "Have you been adjusting? You and Leena seem to be pretty...I don't know...weird?"

Leaning against the rail, I crossed my arms and looked at him. "Weird like how?"

"Well, let's see," Folio turned to face his body toward me. "you break up, when clearly neither of you wanted to do that. You both get majorly depressed for a while. Then you have an outburst at the 4th party, where you both disappear for half an hour." He raised his eyebrow suspiciously. "Then you flirt all the time, and both get sick at the same time, hiding out for three days together, where neither of you will talk about what happened." I chewed on my bottom lip. "Now you guys just stare longingly at each other from across rooms, and act like everything's okay." We moved forward with the line.

"Oh, and not to mention that she has a boyfriend."

Thanks for that, Folio.

"Doesn't seem very adjusted."

I scoffed. "Well, I didn't realize I came today to get attacked, but alright."

He chuckled at me, smacking my shoulder. "I'm just asking. I'm not sure any of us really get why you two aren't just...together...."

I shrugged, then. "That was her decision."

He cocked his head. "But why?"

I sighed hard, arms still crossed. "She can't handle it, dude. The," I waved my hand around us. "Bad Omens, rock and roll, touring thing."

Folio looked interested. "No?"

Shaking my head, I noticed we were getting closer to the front. "Nope. And that's my life."

"Can't her and Addison come on tour?"

"Man, I wish. I've even tried to convince her too, but having a toddler on a tour bus wouldn't work, and even I know that."

He looked disappointed. "Fuck, man."

"Yeah, I know." Huffing out a weak laugh, I rubbed the back of my neck. "I even offered to quit. Just write and produce so I wouldn't have to tour."

"You couldn't do that, dude. You love this shit."

I nodded, and looked directly at him. "I know, but I love them more."

Folio and I were walking over to Camp Snoopy, where everyone had convened after riding their respective rides. I caught a glimpse of Mileena sat at a picnic table, surrounded by everyone, feeding Addison in the stroller. Before I even reached the group, I noticed it.

Everyone was speaking, laughing together. Justin was stood talking to Davis, talking about something with his hands, and Davis was definitely into the story. The entire group was engaged in some form of conversation, looking excited and lighthearted. Everyone, except Mileena.

She was handing Addison her snacks, back turned to the group, and a look of frustration on her face.

We approached them, everyone turning their attention to us.

"How was it?" Nick chirped up from behind Laura.

"Fucking rush. So much fun." Folio responded, coming to sit next to Leena, and grabbing the snacks from her. Leena smiled at him as he started talking to Addie, handing her the puffs from the bag. If anyone bonded with the baby the most, to everyone's surprise, it was Folio.

I stepped over to stand in front of Leena, staring down at her. I lowered my eyes so I was looking directly at her. I gave her the look; the one that she knew asked if she was alright. She just pursed her lips, and nodded curtly.

I glanced back over to where Justin was still talking to Davis, Jolly now having joined the conversation.

I smiled down at Leena. "Want to come with me to grab a soda?"

Her eyes drifted over to Justin, who was paying her no mind, and stood up.

"You okay with her for a minute?" Folio just nodded to her in response.

She followed behind me as I made my way toward the Calico Ghost Town, and the snack shops they had nearby. We joined the long line, and I turned to look at her.

"What's going on?"

She sighed. "Nothing, just wanted to be here a lot sooner."

"Everything okay with you two?"

She looked at me, her eyes hesitant, but I could see that she wanted to tell me.

I held my hands up. "Safe space, here."

Leaning her head back, she groaned. "He's irritating me."

"How so?"

"He's pissed that I wanted to come here. We had plans to get lunch, and take Addie to the park. I explained that today was a big deal, but he told me he didn't see why I had to come."

I raised an eyebrow. "Ah, okay. Makes sense."

"No, it doesn't. He knows that I'm close with all of the guys, not just you. But he still gets so fucking weird about it." Her voice was full of annoyance, which amused me.

"I mean..." I calculated my words. "Can you blame the guy?"

Her head snapped toward me. "What?"

Laughing, I took a step away from her. "Leena, I am your ex. We spend an awful lot of time together."

She narrowed her eyes at me. "We have a kid together, Noah."

I nodded. "I get that. I'm just saying, he probably has pretty good reason to be skeptical."

She huffed, and pinched the bridge of her nose. "I know. I just," Taking a slow breath, she calmed herself. "if him and I are going to make it work, he's going to have to understand. You guys are my family."

I let my arms reach for her, pulling her into a comfortable hug. "I know. And if he really likes you, he'll figure it out."

The day passed comfortably, the warm sun baking us while we waited in lines, played games, and ate funnel cakes. Mileena passed on the bigger coasters, as I had expected. Laura and I rode the Jaguar six times in a row, nearly toppling over from lightheadedness after the last ride.

Justin and I didn't speak much, only in passing comments and niceties. It was easier that way.

By 5PM, we started to see the signs go up for the concert, so we decided to head over to the stage area, tucked behind the Ghost Rider, in an attempt to get decent seats. We found a table big enough for everyone - with the exception of Matt and Lana, who insisted they be at the front - and got comfortable.

Addison had been sleeping for about an hour, and I had pulled her from the stroller, cradling her to my chest against my sweatshirt, so I could try and shield her ears some from the music. I stood at the end of the table, swaying her back and forth, Mileena sitting next to where I stood, chatting idly with Laura about the day.

I felt a bump to my elbow, and looked to my right, seeing Justin standing next to me, large beer in his hand.

I nodded toward him. "What's up, man?"

My hand was rubbing circles on Addison's back, my knees bouncing gently.

"Could I borrow you for a minute?"

Looking at him curiously, I tried to gauge his intentions. I had kept a good enough distance from Leena for the day, in an attempt to not stir any drama.

"Uh, one sec." I turned, motioning with my chin for Folio to come over. "Can you take her for a minute?"

He just peeled her off of me, repositioning her on his chest. This caught Mileena's attention, who had a concerned look on her face as I began following Justin to where he stood a few feet away. I flashed her a small smile for reassurance.

The opening riffs to Skillet's first song caught my attention for a split second before I turned my attention back to Justin.

"What's going on?"

He took a long pull from his beer, and I noted that it wasn't the first he had that night. "I just wanted to chat with you. Hadn't had much chance to talk today." He snorted then. "Or...ever, really."

I laughed, putting my hands in my sweater pocket. "Yeah, I guess you're right."

"Congrats on finishing the album, man."

I nodded. "Thank you, I appreciate that."

We both looked over to the stage, taking a second to listen to the song. Comatose. A good one.

"So, can I ask you something? Man to man?"

I turned back to look at him, shrugging. "Go for it."

"Are you fucking Mileena?"

This caught me wildly off guard, making me lean back on my heels, eyes blown wide.

"Excuse me?"

"Cause you two seem a little more comfortable than typical exes."

My mouth was hanging open, my brain scrambled. "Dude..."

"If you are, I guess it's whatever. We never made anything exclusive." His words didn't match his tone at all, which told me if I didn't give the right answer, he would probably put a fist straight into my mouth.

As tempting as that was...

"No, man, we're not sleeping together." I waved a hand in between us, shaking my head. "We're not like that."

"Anymore." He added on.

"Well," I glanced back at Leena, who was watching the concert from her seat. "clearly. We do have a kid together."

He smiled at me then, his eyes darkening. The look made my stomach turn.

"She's great in bed, isn't she?"

My blood turned to ice, and my spine involuntarily straightened. I may be moving on, but I'm still a human being. I can only tolerate so much, and he was testing my fucking limit.

Before I could respond, he decided to continue. "I can't imagine how you ever let go of that, brother. She's fucking wild."

I ground my teeth together, jaw clicking in the process. My hands were balled into fists at my side.

"Let's not." Was all I could get out.

He scoffed. "Oh come on, it's not like we haven't both been there."

The eyes staring back at me were malicious. I couldn't believe what I was hearing. A hot, angry fire lit in my chest, screaming at me to rip this jackass' tongue straight out of his mouth, but I didn't. Instead, I returned his smile with my own, venomous and rage-induced.

"I mean, I guess you have a point." He raised his eyebrows, clearly not expecting my response. "There is a small difference, though."

He took another chug from his cup, wiping his mouth. "What's that?"

I licked my lips, glancing around to ensure no one was around.

"You get to fuck her, right?" He just nodded in response. "She begged me to fuck her."

I watched his smile fall, his eyes squinting and chest puffing out. "Oh yeah?"

I let my shoulders roll back easily. "Yeah. So," I leaned in, making sure he could hear me clearly. "that girl over there, regardless of if she's riding your cock, or any other douchebag's, belongs to me."

I could see his jaw tighten. I turned my body to walk away, leaving him with one last comment.

"And I'll just warn you now," I looked him up and down. "you're just temporary. May want to wrap your head around that."

With that, I walked away. It wasn't my proudest moment, I'll admit, but I didn't care. I held my head high as I walked back to the table, and took my daughter from Folio, bobbing to the music while she slept soundly in my arms.

Mileena and Justin had disappeared shortly after our talk, which didn't surprise me. I didn't see them through the rest of Skillet's set, and Lifehouse was due to come out after the intermission. I had handed Addie to Laura, taking a few minutes to run to the restrooms and grab a pretzel. I waited in line at the snack stand, scrolling through the photos I had taken on my phone that day, when I felt a hard slap come across my left shoulder.

I looked over, seeing a tearful Leena, face red with anger. "What the fuck did you say to him?!"

My eyes panned around, seeing all of the eyes staring at us.

"C'mon." I grabbed her arm, pulling her away from the line, but as soon as we were alone, she squirmed out of my grip.

"Seriously, Noah! What did you say?! He fucking left!"

I rolled my eyes at that. "I didn't say anything he didn't need to hear."

She deadpanned at me. "Which was what?"

Sighing, I adjusted my hat, turning it backwards on my head. "The guy's a dick, Leena. He wanted to talk about how you are in bed with me."

Her eyebrows shot up. "What?"

"I just made it clear that wasn't a good idea."

She narrowed her eyes. "He told me you said we were still sleeping together."

I shook my head. "Nope. I actually told him that we weren't."

"Noah, what did you say?"

After several attempts of trying to give her the cliffnotes version, she finally snapped and demanded to know what I said, verbatim.

Once I told her, I thought the big vein in her neck was going to explode all over both of us.

"What the fuck, Noah?!"

I kept my voice even. "I love how you're only mad at me, when he wanted to antagonize me, while also being halfway drunk." I threw my hands up. "On a day that's about my band, to begin with." I smirked, annoyed, and put my hands in my pockets. "Guy's got some fucking balls, I'll give him that."

Leena shook her head. "I am mad at him. But I'm more mad at you."

My face held an amused, bewildered look. "Make it make sense?"

She rolled her eyes. "Noah, you were the one who reasoned that he had a right to be uncomfortable."

"Oh, well let me be clear - I hereby retract that statement. Guy's a douche." I nodded at her to emphasize each word.

She groaned, and rubbed a hand over her face.

"The fuck am I going to do?"

I snorted. "That's on you, dude." She glared at me. "But my two cents? Break it off. He's an ass." And with that, I walked away from her, leaving her to stare after me with an exasperated look on her face.

Lifehouse finished, but my mood was dead. I had no interest in staying for Daughtry. I was so beyond annoyed by this entire situation, that I elected to leave early.

I offered to take Addison, but Mileena assured that she would take her until my regular day. Rather than argue, I just said my goodbyes to everyone, and headed for the entrance of the park.

My irritation grew the further out I got, and was at a full blown rage by the time I reached my truck, my fist landing on the door.

How could she? This muscled-up dirtbag comes in, pisses her off, and then has the audacity to try and talk shop with me, about her, and she's mad at me? Where is the fucking math on that? What did I fucking miss?

I had been so God damn tolerant. So patient. I had taken the mixed fucking signals, the back and forth emotions, the wanting me one second, and treating me like the outlier the next. I had taken it all on the chin. I'd sat there and watched her be in a new relationship, ignoring how painful that is. Moving on before my very eyes.

And all for...what? For going on tour? For leaving her alone? For admitting that I'm a human fucking being and pictured another woman naked? That for a split fucking second, I considered sleeping with her? For which I then beat myself up and felt guilty as fuck afterwards?!

I was done. Done being patient. Done being the bigger person. I got the fucked end of the stick this entire time, and now she's mad at me?

I sped down the highway, no regard for the limit, zooming toward my house so I could be alone. She ruined this day, and I was fucking over it.

It only took me twenty-five minutes before I was pulled up to my gate, noticing a sedan parked on the street outside of it with it's headlights on. This caught my attention, as it was a vehicle I didn't recognize.

I swiped in, and saw the sedan following me through the gate. This had me on guard, my eyes watching my rearview mirror as the car stopped behind my truck. I was too keyed up, willing to fuck up anyone who tried me at this moment.

Jumping out of my struck, I slammed the door behind me and walked toward the vehicle. The driver's door opened, and a small man, slightly hunched over, stepped out. He wore a lanyard around his neck with some form of ID, and held a manila envelope in his hands.

"This is private property." Was all I said before he walked up to me, a kind smile on his face.

"Noah Davis?"

I scrunched my nose. "Who's asking?"

He looked down at his papers and back up to me. "My name is Leonard James. Are you Noah Davis?"

I crossed my arms. "Sebastian."

He adjusted his glasses. "Oh, I apologize sir. I see that here. Noah Sebastian Davis?"

I rolled my eyes. "My government name, sure. Who are you?"

He handed me the envelope, still smiling at me.

"You've been served."

[harley-sunday]

Feels Like Home [Epilogue]

Summary: When an unexpected three-week break between Monza and Singapore finds Daniel back on his farm in Perth he’s desperate to use this time to clear his mind, figure out his future in Formula One, and find his way back. He didn’t expect a new neighbour, a sassy two-year old, and three alpacas would make him realise that sometimes, what you’re looking for is right in front of you.

Pairing: Daniel Ricciardo x reader (unnamed OFC)

Warnings: None. Weird.

Word count: 3k

AN: Sorry for the long wait, bb’s. Life got in the way and- Ugh. Anyway. Here we are, the last part of this story. I hope you liked reading it all as much as I enjoyed writing it. Please leave a comment if you did :) ♥

Masterlist

"Danny, banana. Danny, bana-"

"Mate-" Daniel locks eyes with his best friend through the rear view mirror and shakes his head.

From the driver's seat Blake shrugs and grins, "What? Shi-" He catches himself just in time, no doubt also because of a whispered, "Blake!" coming from next to Daniel, and corrects himself quick enough for it not to reach a certain three-year-old's ears. "It's a catchy song, mate." Blake looks over his shoulder then, wiggling his eyebrows, "Right, El?"

Ellie nods in response, dancing in her car seat as she continues where Blake left off, "-na. Danny, banana. Danny, banana."

There's a stifled laugh coming from his left, followed by a hand on his knee, "Regretting bringing us along for the weekend yet?"

He takes her hand in his, intertwining their fingers effortlessly, before he brings them up to his mouth and places a kiss to the back of her hand, "Never."

They're on their way to the track, Blake driving the Ford pickup Red Bull arranged for them this weekend, Mia, one of the Red Bull PR girls, in the front seat and Daniel, her, and Ellie crammed in the backseat together. It's Friday, free practice day, and so there's no rush, not much on his schedule except a sit-down interview with Sky Sports later today, once the two practice sessions are over. 

Next to him Ellie keeps singing her song and when he looks at her she smiles up at him with her toothy grin, holding out her hand to him. He takes it and presses a kiss to the back of her hand the same way he did to her mum's a few moments ago, "You excited, bub?"

"Yep," Ellie says confidently even though Daniel's sure she has no idea what's about to happen. She leans forward and looks around him, at her mum, "Happy days."

On his other side she laughs and shakes her head, muttering a quiet, "Tell me your kid is hanging out with your boyfriend too much without telling me your kid is hanging out with your boyfriend too much."

Daniel doesn't say anything but an exciting mix of happiness and pride and love spreading inside his chest, pushing out the nerves that have been there all morning. Because it's one thing to be going to his home Grand Prix, but it's another thing to do so with her and Ellie by his side. 

It feels like only yesterday when he was in Abu Dhabi, confirming after weeks of speculation that yes, he would be returning to his former team, but at the same time so much has happened in the time he’s been home that it’s hard to believe it’s only been four months.

The farm- their farm now, ever since he asked her and Ellie to move in with him at the end of January- has seemed to come alive and feels more like a home than it ever did before. They moved the girls from Oscar’s farm to theirs early March because it would be a lot easier for them to look after six alpacas than it would be for her Granddad, who now only has Homer to worry about and can finally enjoy his retirement. 

Last week they spent some time with Blake, trying to figure out whether or not they should launch their relationship ahead of the Grand Prix but in the end she made the decision for them when, after another hour or so of discussing the pros and cons, she looked at him and Blake and simply said, "Why don't we just see what happens? It can't be that bad, right?”

Blake, bless him, wasted no time and started rattling of a list of reasons why it would be bad, why they needed a plan, why-

"I get that part," she said, reaching over the kitchen table and putting her hand on Blake's arm, "and I think it's good that we have something to fall back on once the news breaks, but- I just don't like the idea of an official statement, or orchestrating a 'candid'-" she air-quoted the word, "-moment with the press. I much rather just have it happen naturally, if that makes sense."

Daniel remembers nodding in agreement, "She has a point, mate.”

Blake had leaned back in his chair, pushing up his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose but then he dropped his shoulders and let out a resigned sigh and Daniel knew they had won Blake over, "Fine. I'll call Christian and Vicky and hear what they think.

Daniel told Christian about her, last November, in the few quiet hours before they announced his return to Red Bull. Christian hadn't said anything at first, just looked at Daniel the way he so often looked at Max, a softness there that Daniel hadn't quite known how to take until Christian clasped his shoulder and told him, his voice thick and laced with pride, "I'm really happy for you, Daniel. You- You more than anyone deserve this." 

And so he wasn’t surprised when Christian gave them the go-ahead.

They’re almost at the track now and when Daniel clears his throat, the nerves from earlier back in full force, he feels her squeeze his hand, like she knows exactly what he's feeling right now. He guesses that in a way she is. 

***

From the moment you arrive at the track it's hectic, Daniel and Blake leaving the car first in an attempt to give you and Ellie some respite from hundreds of the waiting fans. Mia stays with you, so she can escort you, in what everyone hopes will be relative peace, to the paddock once Max arrives in about five minutes. 

It's a carefully planned setup by Vicky who, more than anything else, was concerned about you and Ellie and promised she would try to make it as enjoyable as possible. Even if that meant you had to wait in the car for a few minutes so Max could act as a decoy.

Looking out of the window and seeing just how crazy people get when they see Daniel, you're glad you agreed. 

You're not sure if Vicky had anything to do with it but both Max and Sergio arrive at the track at the same time and with the fans' attention turned solely to the two Red Bull drivers, you make it to the team's garage without too much trouble. Mia not wearing any team gear but instead being undercover in her plain clothes definitely helped, you tell her with a wink once you're safely inside.

"I felt like I was on a secret mission," the young girl beams back at you. She nods then, "You guys have fun today."

"Thank you, Mia," you tell her with a warm smile that grows even wider when you see Daniel coming towards you.

"Hey you," he says, standing in front of you with his back towards the pitlane, effectively blocking you and Ellie from prying eyes. "All good?"

"All good," you confirm easily enough. 

He holds something out to Ellie then, looking extremely pleased with himself, "Here you go, bub. You have to put these on when the cars start to make loud noises, ok?"

Ellie takes the headphones from him, looking at Daniel with wide eyes.

"Oh wow, Ellie," you say as you pinch her cheek with your free hand. "Danny got you pink headphones, huh? How cool!"

"Thank you, Danny," Ellie says, leaning forward in your arms so she can press a kiss to Daniel's cheek.

Daniel smiles widely at Ellie before he grabs something off the counter next to you, "I got you a pair as well."

"Momma, look!" Ellie holds up hers, "The same!"

You smile, "Yeah, we're matching, bub. How very awesome."

"So free practice starts in an hour or so, do you want to grab something to eat first?" Daniel's rocking back and forth on his feet and you can tell he's getting a little nervous again. It’s the only downside of not having an official moment scheduled, you’ve come to realise, because it’s completely out of your hands and it’s just one big waiting game until someone spots you together and runs with it. 

You try to give Daniel your best reassuring smile, "Sounds great." Taking Ellie's headphones from her, you put them, and yours, in the large tote bag that's hanging from your shoulder before you move Ellie to your other hip, "Lead the way, Ricciardo."

Daniel nods towards the back of the garage and when you turn around he puts his hand on the small of your back, guiding you through a maze of corridors that lead back to the paddock and the Red Bull hospitality. 

Before you've crossed over though, Ellie starts wriggling in your arms and it isn't until you see a familiar face coming your way that you understand why. Ellie tries to push herself free and so, once he's close enough, you set her down and watch as she wobbles over to, "Uncle Mikey!"

Michael's entire face lights up and he squats down just in time to catch her, picking her up and laughing when she presses a wet kiss to his cheek, "Hello Miss Ellie. How you going?"

"Uncle Mikey," Ellie repeats, a little quieter this time, letting her head rest against his shoulder with a content sigh.

Michael nods to the driver who's standing next to him, "Go on, mate. I'll catch up with you in a bit, yeah?"

Yuki nods and gives Ellie a quick wave, "Bye."

A few heads have turned your way but then you greet Michael with a warm hug, Daniel keeping his distance, and it seems people lose interest rather quickly, probably thinking you're here for the Alpha Tauri trainer instead of Red Bull's reserve driver. Ellie, bless her, helps by babbling incessantly about whatever she deems interesting enough, as if she hasn't just seen him last Sunday when he was over for dinner with Nathalie and Blake. 

Michael listens intently but nods towards Red Bull's hospitality and so you follow him to where he stops in front of the sliding doors, thankful for the escort. When there's a lull in Ellie's stories, Michael takes it as his cue to hand her back to you, but not before promising he'll catch up with you later this weekend. 

Daniel reappears then, and together you head inside. The room is full of Red Bull employees enjoying their lunch but none of them seem to pay you any mind and it's then you remember a brief was sent out by the team earlier this week, where it was mentioned you and Ellie would be joining Daniel this weekend, effectively introducing you to the crew. 

There is someone waving at you from the other side of the room and so Daniel gently pushes you forward to where Blake is sitting. Without hesitating Blake pushes his chair back so he can take Ellie from you, bouncing her on his knee as you hang your bag on the back of a chair and sit down. Ellie's giggles quickly fill the room and you can't help but smile by how at ease she is.

"Well, hello,"

You look up and see Christian joining your table, giving Daniel a hug before he turns to you. Standing up you're ready to shake his hand but find yourself being pulled into a hug instead.

"It's so nice to finally meet you," Christian says when he lets go of you, one hand still on your arm. He nods to Daniel then, a mischievous grin on his lips, "This one wouldn't shut up about you."

You let out a laugh at the way Daniel's cheeks redden and smile at Christian, "Surprisingly enough we talked a lot about you on our first date, so I guess that makes two of us."

Christian chuckles and nods at Daniel, "I can see why you like her so much." He turns to Blake and Ellie then, "And who is this lovely lady?"

"Bit weird of you to call Blake that," Daniel pipes up with a grin, "but I'm sure he doesn't mind the compliment."

You shake your head at Daniel, trying to not laugh at the way Blake gives him one of his better scowls, and pick up Ellie, "This is my daughter Ellie."

"Hello Ellie," Christian says, giving her knee a gentle squeeze. "Don't you look just like your mum."

Ellie studies Christian for a second, her little eyebrows knitted together as she tries to decide whether she likes him or not, but then she grins widely, "Danny go racing."

"Not this weekend, bub," Daniel explains from next to Christian. "Some other time maybe."

Christian leans closer to Ellie then and whispers, loud enough for you and Daniel to hear, "Definitely some other time, sweetheart."

***

She and Ellie watch both the first practice session from inside Max’s side of the garage, while Daniel is on the pit wall, trying to concentrate but catching himself looking over his shoulder every couple of minutes to see if they’re still ok. He spots Brad, Max’s trainer, chatting to Ellie animatedly towards the end of the session and feels a little more at ease, once again reminded how fiercely loyal and protective everyone in the Red Bull family is. 

Once free practice is over he starts to head back inside where he finds Ellie admiring the lion on top of the helmet Max is showing her.

“It is of course not like a real lion, Ellie,” Max tells her as he traces the lines with his finger, “but it looks like one don’t you think?” 

“Danny, look!” Ellie says when she spots him and points to Max’s helmet, “It’s a lion.”

“It’s sure is, bub,” Daniel agrees with a smile, picking up Ellie then when she holds out her arms to him. When she rests her head against his shoulder he hugs her closer, still amazed by how much it means that she trusts him so much.

Max looks at him a little strange and Daniel half expects him to crack a joke but instead he claps Daniel’s back and gives him a kind smile, “I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” 

“Yep.”

Daniel watches as she says her goodbyes to Max, not surprised when his teammate returns the hugs she gives him without hesitating. When she turns back to Daniel she smiles, “I like him.” 

“Good.” Daniel chuckles, “I like him too most of the time.” Ellie lets out a yawn then and Daniel presses a kiss to the top of her head, “You tired, bub?”

Ellie shakes her head but another yawn betrays her.

She runs her hand through her daughter’s hair and smiles, “It’s a long day, huh bub?”

Daniel smiles apologetically, “I can have someone take you back to the hotel if you want?”

“Oh, no, that’s ok,” she says. She nods towards Ellie then, “She’d never forgive me if we left early but-” she looks around, “-if we could find somewhere quiet, maybe?”

“Say no more,” Daniel says and uses his free hand to guide her to the back of the garage and into the maze of corridors that ultimately leads them to a conference room that he hopes still has a comfortable couch in it like it used to do when he first was with the team. It does.

“Perfect,” she tells him with a smile as she sits down at an angle, one leg folded in front of her. She leans in and takes Ellie’s shoes off, the little girl already fast asleep in Daniel’s lap. She looks up at him then, “You sure you don’t have anywhere else to be?”

“Nah.” Daniel shakes his head and leans in to give her a kiss, “There’s nowhere I’d rather be right now.” 

***

“Daniel, after four years you’re back to where it all started for you, back at Red Bull,” Nathalie looks up at him and smiles. “Are you happy to be back?”

“I am,” Daniel agrees easily enough, leaning back in his chair. You can tell he’s at ease, no nervous tapping of his foot or biting the skin around his nails, and you know it’s because he and Nathalie are good friends and he knows he won’t push anything. You watch as he nods to where the Red Bull garage is, “It feels good, you know? They’re family.” 

Nathalie nods, “Christian told us you’ll probably be at eight races this year, Melbourne being the first, are you ok with being around the paddock but not being able to drive? Do you miss it?”

“Of course I miss it but-” Daniel sits up a little, as if he wants to get his point across, “-I know I still need some time. These past few months- Without the pressure of having to prepare for a season, you know, it’s- It’s been good. I’m in a much better headspace now and I think if we can keep this up for the next couple of months-” He shrugs, “Who knows what might happen.”

“Would you say you’re happier now than you were at Renault and McLaren? Even though you’re not driving-”

“Oh definitely,” Daniel answers without hesitating. “It feels like this is exactly where I’m meant to be.”

Nathalie smiles, “You seem more relaxed than when we last spoke in Abu Dhabi last year- Would you say the longer winter break helped with that?” 

“Amongst other things,” Daniel says with a grin, making Nathalie shake her head. 

“I heard something about you being an alpaca farmer now,” Nathalie teases, as if she didn’t come by after Jeddah for a two-day visit where she spent most of her time cuddling the girls. And Ellie. 

“You heard correct,” Daniel shoots back, smiling widely.

“You are a man of many talents, Daniel,” Nathalie says as she throws him a wink. “Amazing.” She clears her throat then, “So is it safe to say you’re in a good place right now? That you’re happy?”

Daniel nods, “Yep.” 

“Why?”

Daniel looks past Nathalie at you and Ellie, locking eyes with you as he smiles and says, “I’ve got everything I need right here.” 

“Yes?”

“Yeah.” Daniel looks back at Nathalie, “I’m home.” 

[toxifoxx]

wait so how did they go about hiding it from the public like huh. did they just pretend he WASN'T pregnant and rolled a nat 20 on deception or whatever so everyone believed them? <- they call me the intriguerrr

HEHEHE im glad you asked

so first of all i think william had a good few months before anyone could notice that he's pregnant. mainly because it takes like 5 months before you can really tell (as far as ive noticed from the pictures ive seen), but since william is fat, he could probably make it a bit further than that without it being noticable. id say like maybe month 6 or 7 but sadly theres not a lot of references for how it'd look (the amount of fatphobic slop ive waded through trying to research this… anyways, i think its most noticeable when the spine really starts arching(?))

but i digress! william would insist on continuing to perform until the suit gets too tight (dangerous) for him. month 4ish. someone else would perform for him, or springbonnie would just stay in animatronic mode. but he can still go about his normal life for a while, its when he starts to show that it becomes a problem for him - so for the most part, he's withdrawing from the public eye. he hates having to keep hidden like this but his reputation is the most important thing to him and ofc he cant have people figuring out hes trans and queer.

henry covers for him, while he might not be great at doing social things, most people are intimidated enough they dont ask him whats up with william - or they get a short, simple excuse from him. as for how clara would cover for him, well, its a bit harder to answer. but since its utah, and william is well respected, i think a lot of people wouldn't even realize if they saw him. he could lie to their faces. like oh yeah he's a man and men cant get pregnant theres noooo way that can happen, no sir.

regardless he's only really going to be doing things behind the scenes to minimize the possibility anyone finds out. so he comes in early in the morning, does some work before any employees arrive or just stays in his office doing paperwork all day (maybe changes up the schedule so he gets to work on the animatronics too, he'd go crazy if he couldn't i think), then leaves early so no one catches him. kinda sucks but you do what you gotta do (william is so incredibly antsy and ready to get back to things already by the end of it)

and i guess technically yeah, they rolled a nat 20 on deception. pulled some leafpool from warriors type shit.

quick clarification at the end here. lizzie was born 2-3 years before fredbears opens - so, i think he would stop working at that time and just do the isolating stuff. but since william also had evan, after fredbears opened, this still applies. its just that evan isn't henry's, LMAO.

[derireo-galge]

Mine/Yours | 4,8k | yoonmin✍🏼

Jimin, the youngest prince of Fairy realm is well adjusted to the human world. He works as a model, famous for his charming visuals and personality. A bonus? His long-term boyfriend Yoongi gets jealous and the fairy gets to enjoy his possessive side.

[ human Yoongi x fairy Jimin | sex toys | spanking | biting | dirty talk | possessive behavior | jealousy roleplay | unwanted flirting | consensual sex | dom/sub switch ]

🦋

As far as work went, the day was great.

It started as usual, Jimin was up in the early hours of the morning to quickly get ready and leave for the outdoor photoshoot he had scheduled that day.

He was excited, with the floral theme and surrounded by nature he will replenish his energy much quicker than he would if it was in the city. There were too few green spaces, except for the local arboretum and various parks spread around the urban jungle.

His fairy soul sometimes craved vast planes of nature and the depths of forests. Nevertheless he learnt to adjust.

Because all the inconveniences don't matter much when you do it for the right reason. And he had a really good one.

He walked up to the bed, already wearing his comfortable joggers and a cream oversized sweater.

There, on the messed up sheets, laid his other half, the love of his life, his human boyfriend Min Yoongi.

He was sprawled on his belly, one leg bent, which made his spine curl in a beautiful way. The streaming light from the windows made him look like he was glowing, lines soft and colours muted. He was snoring quietly, but ofc he didn't, if you ask him.

The urge to just stay nestled next to him, breathing in his scent and sharing the warmth of their bodies was strong and Jimin almost gave in.

- Go on then, stop watching me sleep, - Yoongi rasped, eyes still fully closed.

Giving in just for a moment he climbed on top of his lover, pressing tightly - chest to back - and laid a chain of kisses from his shoulder along the neck and finished behind his ear.

- It'll be a few hours love. Hopefully I can be done by late afternoon.

- Mhm, - he heard back and giggled sweetly.

Yoongi was so soft and adorable in the morning it was physically painful to leave him there.

We need more such lazy mornings, the fairy thought, where we can just lay together and not think about the upcoming day, responsibilities, mundane things. Dedicate time to us only.

During the shoot he went through the sets with ease, quickly adjusting and giving his best. The concept was to his liking which is why he agreed to participate. So workwise everything went relatively normal. Until his boyfriend, his other half showed up at the set.

It was at an unfortunate moment. One of the assistant makeup artists was touching up the model's foundation, with the latter sitting in a chair and the other man almost towering over him.

He would sometimes make flirty comments to which Jimin was responding quite coldly. He's been waiting for the man to make a mistake in his line of work or to just report him if he gets too bothersome and get him fired but that one was careful.

At least the fairy knew he could stand up for himself and his manager was informed too. Seems like today was an unfortunate day for the assistant photographer because Yoongi came up to them the moment the man cupped both his cheeks as if to check his makeup.

He was just telling Jimin how beautiful he is and so on and so forth when they heard the sound of throat clearing. Jimin looked to the side to see his lover standing there, tight black jeans, leather jacket and a baseball cap attire.

Heavens, he looked like he stepped out of a film. He was holding a paperbag, definitely with something for the model to eat.

- Darlin', - he said, - I brought you lunch. He pointedly looked at the hands on his baby's face and raised his eyebrow.

That's when the assistant finally realised he was doing something wrong and quickly vanished with an apology.

- My love, - Jimin smiled sweetly. - I have the last set left. Is this for me? - he motioned at the paperbag and Yoongi lifted it up as an offer.

The younger though had to almost pry his hyung's fingers from it since he was clutching it so hard, his knuckles turned white.

- I have something else for you too, - he rasped, tongue pushing on the inside of his cheek, - But that's a conversation we'll have at home.

Oh, Yoongi was pissed, Jimin thought. His jaw was locked and he wasn't looking him in the eyes but rather roaming his whole body with his heated gaze. The model preened.

Yoongi coming here was a lovely unexpected surprise and he couldn't have been happier because the last set of clothes is amazing silk set of lingerie and creamy white robe, so short and thin it actually left almost nothing to imagination.

He set the bag on the table to eat a little later and walked up to his boyfriend. Mindful of the delicate clothes, he leaned in, kissing the hard set of his jaw and his pink tinted lips. Jimin heard him sigh and relax into the little side hug the younger gave him.

- I won't be long, - Jimin whispered, - and then I'll be done for today and we can go home.

The fairy pecked him on the nose, making Yoongi scrunch it as if he was annoyed but Jimin knew better. He was just flustered because he loved the nose kisses a lot.

Throughout the last set he tried to stay as concentrated as possible which proved to be a challenge. Yoongi stood nearby, watching his every move, tracing the lines of his body with his eyes. Jimin knew how he looked and just /how/ he looked in lingerie.

Yoongi must be having a hard time right now. Knowing his boyfriend was watching he put just a tad more effort in every pose. He knew what was coming next but Yoongi didn't.

For the last series of pictures they invited another model, thinking it would be a good bonus. Jimin hoped his hyung wouldn't jump over all the equipment and won't carry him away from here in the middle of it.

Yoongi felt his blood boil. Some tall dimpled guy, buff and big was on the set with his boyfriend. And rationally he understood it was work. Jimin though loved his outbursts of jealousy, which were never truly malicious.

The elder watched as Jimin bent and leaned and twisted around the guy, looking so dainty and small, watched huge arms around HIS tiny waist, holding it, lifting his boyfriend up in the air. He was getting hot under his collar just looking at his lover's body so graceful, pliant.

He imagined how it soon will be his arms around him. The shoot finished and Jimin was free to go. He listened to his manager talk while eating the rolls Yoongi brought him, sipping on americano.

- I'm free to go, - he announced when Yoongi walked up to him to carry his duffel bag and put the light coat over his sweater. - Home?

- Home, - Yoongi agreed and they walked out with the elder's hand resting on the small of his back.

The car ride was mostly silent, save for some casual talk. Both knew they were buzzing with anticipation. Jimin watched as his boyfriend confidently drove with one hand on the steering wheel, looking like the most delicious treat in all black and face seemingly nonchalant.

He though knew he wasn't as calm as he looked. Yoongi was a passionate lover. Maybe he deliberately accumulated as much energy as possible so he can lay it all out when they're intimate.

The younger trailed after his hyung and when he turned around and locked the door he was pressed right to it.

- Hello, my pretty fairy, - Yoongi's voice was deep, making butterflies fly to his lower belly.

- Hyung,- Jimin whispered, turning his head to the side, Did you enjoy the photoshoot?

Yoongi pressed his palms on Jimins waist, making his voluminous butt stick out even more. He immediately pressed his crotch against it and grinded, letting the man know how aroused he was.

- I liked it a lot, you were splendid, - he complimented, - What I didn’t appreciate though was that makeup artist spewing his lovesick nonsense to you. And you, - he thrusted his hardon roughly between Jimins clothed asscheeks making him let out an “Ah!”, - were allowing it. With a little smile on your face.

Jimin stayed quiet waiting for Yoongi to continue. His own dick twitched in his pants, swelling.

- Did you like what he was saying to you? - his boyfriend came closer, pressing Jimin to the door so no space was left between them.

- You enjoyed his basic compliments, huh, Park Jimin?

The younger felt his lovers breath on his neck and a strong hand curling around his throat.

- You’re mine, Jimin-ah. -and he squeezed tighter, pulled so Jimin’s head titled ack and started covering his neck in kisses.

- Hyung, - he choked out and the elder let go only to grab his hair with one hand and lay his other arm around his lithe chest.

- Hyung, you know it didn’t mean a thing, right? - he said while he was being held tight, and left towards their bedroom, his hair clutched in a tight grip. - It's doing nothing for me, I only like when you tell me these things. Besides, it wasn’t all nonsense. - he teased.

With no answer he was let go and pushed across the bed. Then he felt a pillow being placed under his hips.

- Take your pants off, - Yoongi said firmly.

Jimin whined half heartedly and raised his hips to undo the pants and pull them down to his knees.

- Hands in front of you, - his voice got raspy, by the end, accompanied by the sound of his belt buckle.

Jimin suppressed the urge to moan right there and bunch up the sheets in his fists. The first swat of the belt was light, testing.

The couple after them were harder and with others yoongi almost didn’t hold back. Jimin whined and held onto the sheets until he got a break.

But the break was only for the elder to approach and take the underwear off his reddened bottom down to his knees.

- I find it amusing that no matter how much praise you get you’re always hungry for more, - Yoongi commented, - so let's give you more then, shall we?

He landed the belt across the bare asscheeks and heard jimin finally moan.

You look beautiful with your ass marked up red, - he said and Jimin buried his face in the bedsheets, fighting the urge to beg his boyfriend to speed up. He felt another lick of the belt lower, almost under the round globes and couldnt help but wail into the blankets.

- So pretty and obedient for me. Taking everything I give you. - Yoongi swatted again and this time it was on the back of the youngers thighs and that made him squirm.

- So adorable, you’re getting desperate, aren’t you?

Yoongi painted his thighs with wide red lines almost all the way down, spilling dirty praises after each blow.

Jimin heard all the ways Yoongi would have him.

How the sweet little fairy looked so sinful with his ass on display and lower back bent more and more, begging to be spanked and fucked.

The moment the belt landed on the floor jimin felt hands wrapping around his ankles.

Yoongi roughly pulled him to the edge of the bed, getting rid of his clothes, a sudden movement making the younger cry out.

His hyung adjusted the pillow under his hips again, pulling his hard cock and balls back to lay on it as well.

- Stay still, doll.

Jimin laid there, patient, knees far apart and all his behind aching from the belt treatment. He heard shuffling, undoubtedly from his boyfriend undressing.

Yoongi kneeled and his arms went around the plump marked ass, smoothing the burning skin.

- Mine, - he said before licking between the cheeks.

- Uummm, - the younger could contain his moans.

Yoongi lazily licked at the puckered entrance and teased the leaking cockhead with his fingers, slow and deliberate. Like he had all the time in the world.

When he circled his hand above the balls to get a hold of them and moved his fingers to cup and pinch them Jimin all but cried.

- Hyung, - he panted, hips bucking back on the tongue buried in his hole, - Ah, hyung, please, wanna come!

Yoongi detached his mouth with the final lick and hummed.

- Not sure about that, doll, but you can try while I use your tight hole and fill it up.

The fairy groaned but didn’t protest. His hyung totally enamored him with his passionate play and skillful tongue.

He raised on his arms and arched his spine, tilting his head back. In the upside down view he saw Yoongi opening a bottle of lube and generously pouring it on his copper palm.

- Want anything? - his eyebrow rose in question but the corners of his lips were lifting up.

He leaned in and kissed the pouty lips, still covered in glittery gloss. His hand went around the column of his neck and suddenly squeezed, pulling him up on his knees.

- Is that how close you let him in your personal space? Even if there's no need for that?

- No-uhh, - Jimin opened his mouth, tongue darting to the elders lips that were inches away.

He got kissed again, slowly, passionately, while being thoroughly stretched. One finger became two, then three and four, thrusting inside at a fast pace.

- You-yoongi, I can't, - Jimin whimpered into the wet lips. The hold on his throat wasn't restricting his breathing but it was always there, a reminder he was at Yoongi's mercy.

His boyfriend moved behind, letting his neck go and stroking his stiff cock, lathering it with more lube. He noticed Jimin rubbing at his lower back. He came closer, drawing circles on it with the knuckles of both of his hands.

- Is it sore? - his voice was concerned.

- Just tired, - the fairy sighed sweetly at the massage.

- On your back then, - the elder said, - Keep your legs up.

He propped Jimin's ass on the pillow, caressing the belt marks with his fingertips and holding his pretty pink cock in his palm.

Jimin weaved his arms around his legs that were lifted in the air, hugging the knees close to his chest.

- So flexible for me, doll, - Yoongi praised, - Perfect.

He slipped inside with little resistance, making the younger flinch and relax almost instantly. As he said  he was going to use his body to his pleasure.

Still holding the leaking cock in his hand he thrusted inside, submerging in between tight walls with a loud grunt and jostling the fairy in the process.

- A-ah, - Jimin half moaned half breathed out, - Yoongi-hyung, I-

-You - will take - what you're given, - the elder punctuated each couple of words with a slam of his thick cock inside. Jimin gripped his legs harder.

Yoongi thrusted roughly, gradually speeding up his moves, hands on both sides of the exposed butt, all but pulling it on his girth like a fleshlight.

He saw Jimin's cock twitch and change the trajectory of his moves to graze his prostate better.

And soon the younger came, his release dribbling on his tummy and running down the sides.

- I'll never get tired of seeing this, - Yoongi stroked the spent cock with his fingers prompting some more droplets to leak out of the slit.

He caught them on his palm, watching how it glitters and licked them clean , tasting his fairy.

Jimin mewled, watching him, still receiving faint thrusts to give him a breather. And so it was over with Yoongi fucking him ferociously, chasing his own peak.

The moment Jimin wanted to ask for pause he heard a squeaky grunt and he felt the elder slowing down, pulling out to finish on him. He parted his legs and felt his abdomen being covered with hit droplets.

- This, this belongs to me, - his hyung rasped, smearing the mess of his come on the youngers belly. - You belong to me.

- Of course, my love, - he saw Yoongi backing off and quickly raised his legs again, putting them on his broad shoulders and catching him off guard.

- Jimin-ah? Jimin-ah!

The fairy used his ankles to pull his lover closer and he had to put his elbows on the sides of the youngers head.

- Where do you think you’re going? - he said not letting his hyung utter a word he crashed their lips together.

The kiss was hard, hungry. Jimin was drinking his hums and breaths, swirling his tongue around the other’s. His plush lips traveled to his cheeks and ear lowered to the neck and shoulder. And there he bit the tender flesh, enough to leave a mark.

- Huh-ah! - Yoongi gasped following with a moan.

Jimin bit the skin again, not far from the first one albeit a little lighter. He grazed the shoulder with his teeth, licking the spots he nipped with tenderness, totally opposite of the biting.

- My hungry fairy, Yoongi mumbled, smoothing his hair, - want something from hyung?

- Want hyung, - he almost growled and his boyfriend chuckled.

- So damn insatiable.

Jimin hugged his waist with his strong legs and with the help of his hand he rolled them on the bed, situating himself on Yoongi's belly.

- Wanna claim hyung, - Jimin grabbed him by the chin, - make him mine forever, so everyone sees he’s taken.

- Don't think I didn't notice how you all dressed up. Enjoying when all heads turn to your direction?

The elder looked how Jimin turned from pliant into commanding in a flick of the fingers.

- They can look all they want. They can fantasize, they can dream, but the dream is all mine. - Jimin leaned to connect their lips again, licking over them after, training his tongue down to the jut between the collarbones.

He nipped at his boyfriends chest, so full and delightful when squeezed in both his palms, he sucked hard on pink nipples, making his hyung buck his hips. Jimin then pinched both his nipples hard making him mewl.

- Tsk, cant stay still? I’m busy here, - and he leaned back in to nibble on the buds, making them prettily swollen.

Yoongis head was lolling from side to side, eyes shut tight from his boyfriends skilled hands. And his teeth.

Because Jimin planted his sucks and bites all the way to his crotch and was aiming for his inner thighs, lowering himself on the floor and settling one of the elders legs on his shoulders.

- Ready? - he asked with a little smirk and Yoongi nodded, resigned, letting his lover do as he pleases.

He felt him biting the soft flesh, marking him purple and pink.

- So gorgeous and all mine, - the younger mumbled into the skin before licking over the bitten skin.

Yoongi's cock was hanging heavy again and the fairy licked at the bobbing length, taking it in his hand and stroking it with a mix of saliva and precome.

Yoongi didnt fail to notice the way Jimin was looking at his butt.

- If you want me, then have me, Jimin-ah. - he panted, balls tensing at the heavenly glide.

- With pleasure, hyung, - the fairy replied simply, standing up to get the lube and coming back to lean and kiss his lovers mouth.

- No matter how much I kiss you I can't have enough.

Yoongi groaned, and circled his arms around the other's neck.

- Want you close like this, - he breathed out, - Want to see your eyes as you come inside me.

Jimin kissed him again in response and got to work. He lathered his fingers and traced the quivering entrance. He rubbed and prodded at it until he was let in. He turned his fingers inside, making room for himself.

Yoongi breathed heavily, mumbling how good it feels and how he wants Jimin's cock inside him.

- Fuck me, Jimin-ah, - he reached the swollen cock with his hand and pawed at it, trying to finally guide it inside himself. Jimin gladly did it for him.

He pushed in and out inch by inch, pulling out as much as he was pushing, leaving the entrance gaping. He bottomed out, grinding and adjusting, feeling his hyung sucking him in.

- So greedy for my cock, hyungie, - the younger teased and was drawn close to the other's face with the strength of his arms around his neck.

Their breaths mixed as they panted in each other's open mouths, moving slowly, in deep gentle thrusts.

As tough as Yoongi fucked he loved to be made love to softly, tenderly. He was very sensitive and just moaned on a long note in the periphery of Jimin's hearing, stopping only to take a gulp of breath.

- I can't.., - he started saying.

- I got you, - Jimin's hand went down to wrap around the cockhead and he rubbed the calloused pads of his fingers all over and under it, caressing his hyung to completion.

He pulled out and soon came in his hand, looking in Yoongi's eyes and trembling in his arms.

- Kiss me, - he asked, and Jimin went easily, lips meeting lips in a soft touch, gliding wet and slow.

- You've calmed down, - his boyfriend said, tracing his jawline and looking at his reddened nose.

- You liked it though, right? - He chuckled, smiling in content.

- You did too, - Jimin looked over at his lover, so relaxed and sated, long hair spread over the blankets.

- Love being yours, - he slurred, not opening his eyes.

 

Bonus:

- Yoongi-hyung! - the fairy called, almost shedding his pollen and barging inside the bathroom.

His boyfriend, the love of his life, was rinsing off the soapy suds from his body, the shower cabin fogged up with steam.

He turned the water off and stepped out of it.

- What's the matter, love?

- Hyung, look the parcel arrived, - he excitedly bounced on the balls of his feet, - Let's open it right now!

The elder went to get his robe but realised it was on the young man and he left with a towel option.

- Did you open the door in just your robe? It’s untied, - the day had just started but he already felt all his mana seeping away from him.

- Don't worry I was covered enough, - Jimin playfully scratched under his chin and rushed towards the bedroom.

Yoongi sighed, exasperated, but his heart was fond.

He turned around the corner and saw Jimin sitting on the bed, impatiently opening the package.

He's been talking about this for days, a late birthday present from his fairy friends, who work in a shop and could deliver items in the fairy realm.

- Do you at least know if it is for the kitchen, or-

- For the bedroom, - the younger replied, holding a piece of paper in his hands reading it with wide opened eyes.

He unwrapped the material inside the box and threw it over the contents immediately.

- Uh, hyung…

- Why, why, what is it? - he was burning with curiosity and it came up to it look at it himself.

He moved the fabric to reveal two obvious dildoes, striking purple colour and quite advanced in girth, probably like him and Jimin.

The base was adorned in something that looked like blunt fangs, making it look monstrous.

- I, - he realised his voice cracked and cleared his throat, - I’ve never seen anything like that, is it what fairy toys look like?

- Yeah, - Jimin was pressing both palms to his red face, only apples of his red hued cheeks visible. - It is one of the most popular designs in our realm. I asked to order a couple set but had no idea what they will choose.

Yoongi took one in his hands and noticed something under ir, he pulled it out and they were two sets of body harnesses. One had leather straps going around just the torso, another had ones to fasten around the neck and thighs too.

- You would love this darling, look, - Yoongi laid the neck and thigh on Jimin.

The young man opened his eyes and gasped.

- I love it! - he looked at the other one, - oh, it would look so good on your chest, - the fairy licked his lips, longing to see the broad shoulders and delicious buff chest in the confines of the harness.

- Want to try them on?

They got rid of the robe and towels, revealing their nudity. Both took time to look at one another, appreciating the view.

They helped fasten the harness around their bodies, gliding their palms on lean muscles and soft curves, the view too enticing not to trace patterns in each others skin.

- You look wonderful, hyung - Jimin's eyes were glimmering in awe, strong enough to make the elder flustered.

- You’re stunning, he whispered, cupping his boyfriends jaw, - So stunning for me.

His eyes went back to the opened package.

- These actually seem like they'd be really good, - Yoongi picked up the purple dildo up and saw it had a suction cap-look we could attach it to the floor.

- Or both, - Jimin suggested, - could both try them out. What do you think?

- I love that, - Yoongi rushed to kiss his baby on the mouth, lips fighting for dominance even though they both always won in the end.

Jimin got the lube and asked yoongi to turn around.

Gliding his slicked up fingers in one by one he held him firm by the harness to pull jim on three and then four of his fingers, stretching him for the toy.

- What about you? - Yoongi asked, stroking his cock to ease the pressure.

You can watch me do it, the fairy declared and laid on his back, help me? Push my knees to my chest.

Thats how Yoongi got the first row for the stretching show.

He was towering over Jimin pushing him by the back of his knees watching how stubby fingers go in and out of the loosening hole. When both of them were ready they attached the dildos to the floor not far from one another.

- Ah, ah, - Yoongi moaned as he was sitting himself on one of them, the girth size was familiar except for the row of bumps that was running all along the silicone shaft.

Eventually inch by inch he lowered himself on the purple cock ballsack neatly resting among the fangs.

- That's nice, - he commented gruffly, leaning forward on his arms, wiggling his butt a little to adjust the position.

Jimin waited until his hyung got comfortable and went down to try the present too.

- Mm, hah, - Jimin got halfway down the dildo and stopped, panting. - Those ridges are amazing.

He moaned again when Yoongi took both hands and supported him by the elbows while the younger slowly slid all the way down, mewling at the sensation.

- Good, darling? - Yoongi asked.

He found it hot that they both were on the receiving end tonight simultaneously, that didn't happen all that often.

- Yeah, Jimin was leaning on his hands too, - it's like, like you're in me but before you went inside you put anal beads there and all together it's just-

- Too much?

- Just right.

They rolled themselves on the artificial cocks, rocking their hips and occasionally adding the lube. The distance allowed to easily lean in or pull the other by the straps of the harness for a messy kiss or two.

- I'm getting close so fast, - Jimin whined, still indulating his hips in waves and circles.

- Me too, - Yoongi was sweating, chest already damp and glimmering with sweat. - Here, let me take care of you.

He grabbed their weeping cocks with one hand, lengths pink and swollen, while his other hand went around to the younger's ass, between his cheeks. He could feel the monster cock going in and out the entrance, stretching his lover wide and filling him full.

He helped to guide him on the toy, sticking his finger inside the right space from time to time. The calloused hand felt so good on both their cocks, Jimin cried out in bliss.

- You're doing so good baby, - the elder praised, kissing the leather covered neck, - Come for me.

- Ah, hyung! - it was all that took them to come in Yoongi's hand, not too far apart from each other.

- A deadly weapon, - his hyung concluded, popping off the toy and groaning at the feeling of his thoroughly stretched hole.

- Will take some time getting used to but it's great. Loved it, - Jimin stood up from the floor, satisfied and high on endorphins.

They laid on the cool sheets, unclasping the harnesses and rubbing at the faint marks they left. They rested there kissing and lapping at the red bitten lips and smoothing the hair, chuckling at their spontaneous play time.

Looking at the blissed out face of his other half he was sure, he'll have to thank his friends for the presents. And maybe ask to send more.

~end~

[shizukasobsessions]

this whole thing is wholesome and all, but I can't stop thinking about this:

"the fact that he doesn't just brush off modern tech, Alastor knows how to put together and edit a decent commercial and just actively chooses not to engage with it!"

We all know and love grandpa!Alastor, who doesn't know shit about any technology developed after his death and fears he'll delete the Internet, if he clicks on the wrong icon on a computer.

But imagine him being knowledgeable with every technological advancement until like yesterday. And not only hardware, but software too. Social media, algorithms, machine learning and AI. Programming in general.

Now imagine Vox has a tech problem, like a big one (idk enough about any of this stuff to provide an example here...sry) and he can't fix it. But he needs to fix it, bc it's a big as inconvenience for everyone in the pride ring and the image of his corporation is suffering.

So in a super desperate last ditch effort Vox shows up at the hotel to ask Alastor for help. Because Vox knows that Alastor knows as much, if not more than he does, about this stuff.

The hotel residents visibly confused like 'wth are you doing here?? Al doesn't even turn on a TV, how could he help you with this?? '*them very much expecting grandpa!Alastor*

After much pleading and grovelling (and maybe even a deal?) Vox gets Al interested enough to to help him. Cue them bouncing ideas off each other and talking in increasingly more detail with terms that very fast go over everyone's head. Like the nerds that they are. They are in their element, forgetting everything and everyone around them because after years of petty fighting, radio silence and hurting each other, they finally ✨️share a frequency again✨️

And even if they themselves don't realise it, to everyone else around them it becomes very obvious, why they were friends in the past and they would've been an amazing team (at least on the technical/problem solving side of things) and probably much more powerful together, than apart now..

So... they fix the problem. In a much shorter time frame than expected (again if they work together, they work together well!). And Vox leaves again, tho sad and melancholic bc it felt so very good to be able to connect with Al like this again after all these years, but he can't afford to lose his face even more then he already did.

Alastor very much rides the emotional high, he got from connecting so well with another being again, until the early hours of the morning. Maybe having a relaxing night socialising with the other residents at the bar, instead of not engaging and leaving for his radio tower. For the rest of the night Al is much more casual and good-natured. Also his smiles seem much more genuine.

Ofc next day Alastor doesn't know what to do with these pesky feelings he had yesterday (and tbh they are still here today) and is kind sullen and stays in his room for most of the following week or so.

And if Al just so happens to find the time in his busy schedule to plan an exaggeratingly complicated tech problem (just to annoy Vox again ofc!) for the near future than that's no one's business but his own..

...

Wow this got much longer than I expected...

(Unexpected Bonus: Charlie found her newest pet project (outside of the hotel). Fix this beautiful tho weathered relationship

'no vaggie can't you see: they need to be friends again✨️✨️')

I like to think that, as much as he tries to deny it, Lucifer still is enamored with humanity's little quirks and their ability to grow and learn new things and become better. As an angel, he can snap his fingers and create a five-star meal, or a masterpiece sculpture or whatever. He can pick up any instrument and instantly be a virtuoso. He can speak every language. It doesn't have that same sense of satisfaction of learning a skill slowly over time and finally mastering it.

So he's naturally in awe of every skill the hotel residents posses. He watches with starry eyes as Husk shows off his card tricks, and Husk can't help but preen a little and add a little flair into his drink mixing when he notices the king watching with rapt attention. Lucifer gushes over Angel Dust's immaculate makeup and though he's not so impressed with violence, even he has to admit Angel's marksmanship deserves recognition. Charlie tells him about Sir Pentious's nimble fingers and inventive prowess and Lucifer laments he didn't take the time to get to know Charlie's first real guest sooner. And he's an avid reader of Niffty's fanfiction.

And begrudgingly, he has to admit he's in awe of Alastor's talents as well. He's enraptured listening to Alastor play the piano, or the violin or the trumpet, in awe of each and every dance Alastor's mastered. How much care and attention Alastor puts into his dishes, the fact that he doesn't just brush off modern tech, Alastor knows how to put together and edit a decent commercial and just actively chooses not to engage with it!

Of course, Alastor can't help but be skeptical when Lucifer expresses any admiration. Just looks at Lucifer with a raised brow and asks if he's being made fun of, to which Lucifer just throws his hands up and cries out, 'I tried! You all saw!'

👀👀

[j2lx]

Nanami Kento as your boyfriend (SFW and NSFW Headcanons)

Warnings: (for SFW section) Mostly Gender Neutral, but implied fem bodied reader for one of the SFW headcanons (on periods =")), NSFW as stated in the title but it will be separated by a pic <3

A/n: Happy Birthday Nanami! I love this man so much omg he's so cool and responsible! He's such husband material omg

(Images do not belong to me. All credit goes to Gege Akutami, MAPPA, and everyone involved in the production of Jujutsu Kaisen)

SFW

- Nanami is the embodiment of a walking green flag. Like he's literally husband material!!!!!

- Will split the responsibilities in the household equally. You never have to worry about doing too many chores because he splits them such that the both of you do your fair share! And if you are sick or whatsoever, he'll do everything so that you can focus on resting <3

- He cooks every single weekend for the both of you. He's so good at cooking (he looks hot doing it too) and he takes the time to learn new recipes so that the both of you have more variety.

- Makes breakfast everyday for you before he goes to work. No matter what, he makes it a must to make breakfast for you every single morning. He makes dinner too if he gets off work on time!

- Has a relatively healthy sleep schedule, but will stay up with you on weekends so that the two of you can talk or do things together! He'll wake up early the next day to make breakfast for sure though <3

- Always brings an extra jacket wherever the two of you go. He wants to make sure that he's well prepared in case it gets cold suddenly. The last thing he wants is for you to catch a chill and fall sick =(

- When you're sick, he literally takes such good care of you! Will make you soup and will ensure that you're in bed, resting. Yes, he will take the day off to make sure you're feeling better. He just wants to make sure you aren't in pain anymore =")

- When you're on your period, he'll make all the foods he knows you like. Always stocks up on your pads before your periods too, so you won't ever run out <3

- Makes sure to kiss and cuddle you in bed every single night before the both of you go to sleep (ofc he cuddles you in his sleep too). He wants to make sure you know just how much he loves you.

- He always listens to your problems and encourages you to talk to him should you be troubled by anything. He's an amazing listener and he gives reasonable and logical advice, as well as encouragement and praises.

- He brings you out on dates at least once every two weeks. Most of the time, he does it once a week but sometimes he gets really busy and needs to do some work. He makes sure to make it up to you on your next date though!

- Dates with Nanami normally consists of the two of you going to check out some new cafes or bakeries! Sometimes, he brings you to different parts of Japan for a the weekend as well <3

- He's already planning for the future! When Nanami dates, he makes sure it's with someone he wants to spend the rest of his life with. So he has planned out your future together (he hasn't told you yet though), like the house the two of you will live in, the number of kids the two of you will have (adoption counts too!) etc (he will talk to you about it though, he doesn't want to force you to have kids if you don't want to!)

- Overall, Nanami is an amazing boyfriend who loves you unconditionally and who will always be there for you.

NSFW (Gender Neutral reader)

Warnings: (all are only implied since this isn't a full fic) Daddy/Sir kink, pet names (princess/prince, baby girl/boy), praise kink, switch Nanami!, BDSM, mentions of punishments, body worship, oral (both receiving), spanking

- Consent is everything to him. If you say no, that's fine. He doesn't want to cross any boundaries and wants to make sure you will enjoy the session as much as he does.

- He's pretty vanilla about sex, until you start calling him "daddy" or "sir".

- Yes he has a daddy/sir kink you cannot change my mind. He likes calling you "princess/prince" and "baby girl/boy" a lot during sex too.

- His favourite position is missionary! He loves seeing your face and it's much easier for him to place kisses all over your face when the two of you get down to it.

- Has a praise kink, both giving and receiving. He loves being praised when he subs for you, and similarly he'll praise you a lot when you're the sub.

- Yes, he subs for you whenever he gets really stressed. He just wants to be taken care of sometimes 🥺

- Prefers giving than receiving. Yes sure, blowjobs feel great. But Kento Nanami is a man who focuses on his partner's pleasure. He'll go down on you mostly for his own pleasure, and he'll enjoy it to the furthest extent possible. This ends up in him overstimulating you from oral most of the time <3

- Body. Worship. When he has sex with you, he makes sure that you know how much he loves and appreciates your body. Expect lots and lots of praises and kisses! He'll leave lots of hickies too so make sure you cover them up (I mean you could expose them too if you wanna)

- Is kind of into BDSM, but mostly uses it to punish you if you've been a brat. He'll be rough during the punishments, but makes sure to take care of you after that.

- He's willing to experiment around with different kinks, as long as it doesn't involve hurting you too much (eg knife play, branding etc). He's fine with spanking, especially when punishing you, as long as you're fine with it

- AFTERCARE WITH THIS MAN IS SO 😍😘 He gets you water, food and basically anything you need, before running a bath for the both of you. He'll soap your body and massage all your sore spots too 🥺

- Apologises for being too rough and kisses you all over to make sure you know he loves you (especially after punishments, he doesn't want you to think he meant anything he said or did).

- Overall, perfect man, super gentlemanly and really gentle after everything!

Hope you enjoyed reading! (Also that was my first NSFW fic so let me know how I can improve ehehe)

Happy Birthday once again to our favourite 7:3 Jujutsu sorcerer! <3

© @j2lx, 2022

[invisibleanonymousmonsters]

AAAH I just saw you're taking requests for FoM Universe!

can you please write about the process & aftermath of Bruce claiming Y/N as his daughter publicly?

like what happens... how do the people of Gotham react... how it affects her relationship with Jason and the batfam... do ppl in the superhero world say something to Bruce... stuff like that

(only if you want to ofc!)

love your fics (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

Father of Mine – Part 1 and Part 2

Y/N felt happy.

Jason had managed to wake up Y/N early and drag her to their favorite coffee shop in the neighborhood.

He had been so busy with Red Hood business that they hadn’t spent nearly enough time together – at least not to his liking.

Date nights were the norm for most couples. But there was something about early mornings and breakfast dates that seemed so much more romantic to Jason. No one was really out, most were still sleeping. And the rising sun just couldn’t be beat. Maybe Y/N’s photography skills and obsession with good lighting had started to condition him.

Y/N reached across their little booth and traced the shadows under Jason eyes with her thumb – and with a sad expression as she did it.

“You need to get some sleep, handsome,” she told him softly.

And Jason knew his girlfriend was right.

He had been working on a case day and night. Which was also the reason he could hardly spend time with Y/N.

Sleep used to not matter to him. It didn’t matter that he walked around like a zombie – or if he basically became nocturnal. He got the job done and that was all that mattered.

But once Jason met Y/N, once he found a real reason to live…

Well, things changed.

Jason took care of himself better – or at least tried to. Drinking less and eating better were the easier ones. Somehow getting the required hours of sleep was the most challenging.

“I’m fine,” Jason shot down her concern.

“Such a bad liar,” she teased.

The last thing Y/N wanted to do was turn this into an argument.

“I have an idea,” she told him with as much excitement as she could muster with it still only being 8 o’clock in the morning.

“Hmm?” Jason hummed.

It didn’t matter what her idea was… Jason already knew he would do anything she asked. And he suspected Y/N knew that, too.

“How about we finish breakfast and then take a long nap together?”

Jason couldn’t hold back the smile at how she was subtly trying to take care of him.

God, he fucking loved her.

“Thought you had to work?” He tried to remind her and offer an out.

“It can wait. I miss sleeping next to you. Sometimes it feels like we’re in a long-distance relationship in two completely different timezones,” Y/N admitted with her head hung a bit.

“I think a nap sounds like a great idea,” Jason agreed. “Come on. Let’s get outta here.”

A few minutes later, they turned the corner to their apartment to see at least a dozen photographers and two film crews outside the building.

“What the fuck,” Jason growled.

“Damn it. I thought they’d be gone by now,” Y/N groaned in response.

He stopped walking to face her. “What do you mean?”

“They’ve been parked outside the apartment every day for the past three weeks,” Y/N confessed, almost sounding guilty.

Three weeks.

Because it had been three weeks since Bruce Wayne sent out a press release that stated Y/F/N Y/L/N was his daughter.

Gotham had a field day.

But Jason and Y/N had been in Hawaii for the first two weeks, trying to minimize the press once Bruce clarified that Y/N was not his girlfriend, but actually his illegitimate child.

Now their avoidance was just catching up to them.

Little did Jason know that reporters and paparazzi had been camped out of the home he slept in every morning. His sleep schedule and vigilante hours made his life so chaotic and weird that he hadn’t even noticed them sitting outside.

'Some boyfriend you are,' Jason thought to himself.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” He asked her.

Y/N tried to hide her amusement. “What good would that do? Red Hood gonna come and shoot up the place?”

Jason glared at her.

“I’m serious, Jason. What good would telling you have done?” She repeated. “It just would’ve stressed you out. And then you'd feel guilty for not knowing before I told you.”

They both knew she was right.

Jason sighed. “I could’ve had Roy stationed outside or at least someone from his security company.”

“It wouldn’t do anything. They’d still be waiting outside.” Y/N sighed. “They’re not doing anything illegal, Jason. There’s nothing to be done. It’s just annoying.”

Once again, Jason knew she was right.

He gently grabbed her hand. “Come on.”

And just like that, Jason was her body guard and not her boyfriend. There was a terrifying scowl taking residence on his face and he made sure to be a half a step ahead of Y/N, ready to put his body between her and any possible threat.

As soon as one of the reporters spotted them, it was utter chaos:

“Y/N! Y/N! What does it feel like to have Bruce Wayne as a dad?”

“Do you feel any resentment for having an absent father?”

“Isn’t it incest to date the man who was once a ward of Bruce Wayne?”

“Do you think your career would be less successful without nepotism?”

Every one was yelling at the same time. But somehow Y/N still caught all the offensive questions being thrown at them.

Jason’s grip tightened protectively on Y/N’s hand. He wished he could shoot all of them with rubber bullets as he strong armed them out of the way.

Then suddenly one of the paparazzi’s flashes went off, just inches from Y/N’s face. It was a bright and sunny morning, and flash photography was completely unnecessary.

The assault of it all scared Y/N and basically blinded her. She hissed as she blinked the pain away and stumbled back a little.

Now Jason was pissed.

With his free hand, he put his 6’3 body between Y/N and the paparazzi.

Jason grabbed the man’s collar, lifting him off the ground like a rag doll.

“You get in her face like that again and I’ll shove your overpriced camera up your fucking ass,” Jason bellowed.

Y/N wouldn’t be surprised if the paparazzi pissed himself from the threat.

“Are we clear?” Jason asked in a growl.

The paparazzi shook his head up and down, fear evident in his eyes.

Jason dropped him, not giving a shit when the man fell to the ground, too scared to gain his footing or catch his balance in time.

But now everyone cleared a very obvious path for the couple.

It was probably the wrong plan of attack, especially when dealing with the media. But provoking fear and using intimidation were the tactics Jason was fluent in.

aAnd when Y/N was the person being threatened, he had a habit of not thinking clearly.

Thankfully they got into their apartment with no further issues.

“Y/N, it’s been like that for a week and you didn’t say anything?” Now Jason was fully upset.

She only shrugged, “It’s nothing I can’t handle.”

“But you shouldn’t have to!”

Y/N narrowed her eyes at him. “It’s not exactly like I had any fucking choice in the matter, Jason! The press was trying to say that I was my father's flavor of the week. We had to do something and this is the consequence.”

That shut Jason up.

“You’ve barley even slept since you got that case. I didn’t want to bother you.”

Jason growled. Like, legitimately let out an animalistic growl. “Y/N, fuck the case. You need to talk to me.”

She rolled her eyes. “Jesus Christ, Jason. Bruce is moments away from putting a full security detail on me 24/7. Even more ridiculous, Clark would come flying the moment I screamed his name if I needed saving.”

Oops.

That was not the right thing to say.

The last thing a girlfriend should do is claim another man would be who she called first for saving – before her actual boyfriend.

And Y/N immediately caught herself.

“I didn’t mean it like that,” she quickly told him.

Jason just slowly nodded his head.

But Y/N knew the damage was already done.

Before she could apologize or Jason could lose his temper, his phone received a message.

Jason looked at it and sighed.

“It’s a lead, isn’t it?” Y/N asked quietly.

He just nodded.

“I gotta go,” he told her without looking her in the eye.

“J, wait. Can we talk about this?”

But Jason had already grabbed the keys to his motorcycle, walked out the door, and slammed it shut behind him.

The sound made Y/N flinch.

“Fuck.”

——————

Getting recon during the day always made things a bit complicated. It wasn’t as easy to blend in with the streets of Gotham as Red Hood when the sun was high in the sky.

It also probably didn’t help that he was thinking about his conversation with Y/N since he’d slammed the door of their apartment.

Jason knew Y/N didn’t mean what he assumed she did.

But Jason already lost sleep from worrying about keeping Y/N out of Red Hood business and protecting her. It was his worst nightmare and biggest stress.

And even Y/N hinting that she would call for Superman or her father before her own boyfriend hurt Jason – even though he didn’t want to admit it.

The sun was just starting to go down by the time Jason was done with Red Hood business.

He made a point of stopping by the bodega to pick up some flowers. It was a lame apology, but he knew it was at least a good start.

To his surprise, there were no longer any paparazzi or camera crews sitting outside their apartment building.

“Y/N?” Jason called out.

Silence.

Quickly, he checked the rest of the home. There were no signs of it being broken into or anything like that, so he tried not to panic.

Once he made it to the kitchen, he noticed there was a note on the island.

Went to the manor. ❤️ Y/N

Jason sighed.

That wasn’t a good sign.

He quickly tried to call her, but she didn’t pick up.

Next he woefully called Bruce.

“Wondered when you’d call,” he answered on the second ring.

“So she’s there?” Jason asked.

“Yes. Arrived a couple hours ago.”

“And has she been telling you how out of control the paparazzi have been?”

There was a beat of silence. “No, she hasn’t.”

Jason could tell that it angered Bruce just as much as him. But Bruce wouldn’t make the mistake of misdirecting the emotion and taking it out on Y/N, like Jason had.

“I’m on my way,” Jason told him.

“She brought a bag. Mentioned something about staying at the manor for a bit. Figured you’d want to know.”

Jason knew what Bruce was trying to tell him. “Alfred put her in my old room?”

“Per usual.”

————

“Hey, Alfred,” Jason greeted when the butler opened the front door.

“Master Jason,” he replied with a soft smile. “I’ve been expecting you since Ms. Y/L/N arrived.”

“Happen to know where she is?”

“I believe she is at the pool. I shall take your bags up to your room so you can go and speak with her right away, Master Jason.”

“Thanks, Alfred.”

Lo and behold, Y/N was at the pool, swimming laps.

Titus was sitting on the edge, watching her as if he was her personal lifeguard.

Jason pat the dog on the head and she squat at the edge with his forearms balanced on his knees.

It a took a moment or two for Y/N to notice him.

“Hey,” Jason was the first to speak.

“Hi.”

“What are you doing here?”

She looked around as if it were obvious, “Swimming.”

Jason narrowed his eyes with a smirk. “I meant what are you doing at the manor.”

Y/N sighed and swam to the edge he was leaning over. “I need a break.”

Jason tilted his head. “From me?”

“No. Them. The vultures outside the apartment.”

He just nodded.

“Jason…I didn’t mean it.”

“I know you didn’t. Clark is your friend – a friend you’ve had years before I ever met you.” Then he let out a laugh and shook his head. “But I’m still a man. And it’s a little rough feeling like you’re competing with Superman – especially when it comes to protecting you.”

“I don’t want you to protect me, Jason. I just want you to be my boyfriend.”

“My plan was always to do both.”

“Fine. But can you at least prioritize the boyfriend one first?”

Jason smirked. “I’ll try my best.”

“Can I see your phone?” Y/N asked.

Without even thinking, Jason handed it to her.

In a swift motion, Y/N placed it safely to the side, grabbed onto the neck of Jason’s t-shirt, and tugged hard.

Maybe if Jason wasn’t trying to get back into her good graces, he would’ve fought harder. But he just let it happen, falling into the pool fully clothed.

When Jason breached the surface, he gave Y/N a frisky glare.

“Oops,” she whispered.

Jason quickly grabbed her by the bottom and pulled her to him, forcing her legs to wrap around his waist as he stood in the water.

“Don’t keep things from me, OK?” Jason begged, as he pressed his forehead to hers. “It doesn’t matter if you think I’m busy. There’s nothing more important to me than you.”

She just nodded lightly.

“The press will get bored soon enough. Things will get better.”

But she looked doubtful. “I’m not sure I agree.”

Jason could see that she really believed that.

The pool was quiet as he thought for a moment.

“You know, Y/N, we don’t have to stay here.”

She looked confused.

“In Gotham," Jason clarified. "We can go anywhere you want.”

“That’s not true. Gotham needs Red Hood. It probably always will.”

“Doesn’t matter. You pick a place. And I’m there.”

Y/N kissed him. “Gotham is our home, Jason. And I’m not running away from my problems.”

“But you did run away to Wayne Manor…” He teased.

Y/N rolled her eyes and tried to push him away.

But Jason’s grip was tight as he laughed at her reaction.

Before she could try to fight him more, Jason captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

“If you have sex in the pool, I’m pouring acid into my eyes.”

Jason broke the kiss to glare at Damian. “What is it with you, you little fucking voyeur? At this rate, you’re gonna grow up to be a peepin’ Tom.”

“Excuse me!” The boy shot back. “I was sent to fetch the two of you for dinner.”

“We’re coming, Dami. No need to blind yourself,” Y/N said in a laugh as she lifted herself out of the pool.

“He’s staring at your butt,” Damian pointed out before leaving.

Y/N threw her head back with laughter and glanced back to her boyfriend for confirmation.

Jason shrugged. “I regret nothing.”

––––––––

Let me know if you liked it. Also, let me know if you want to know about other things that happened when Y/N's true parentage was exposed.

Father of Mine + bonus content

[ay0nha]

omg you’re dilf damon head cannon was amazingggg

do you reckon you could do another head cannon but like for smexy time lol

(Another gif I ADORE)

It’s a little on the short-ish side because I feel like I'm a little iffy when writing smexy time....so I hope you enjoy :)) Damon x femme!reader btw, let me know if you want something gn or anything else! 

Morning sex. The absolute King of morning sex. In multiple interviews he’s talked about waking up at five am/super early in the morning and this is why.

It would always start off slow and Warm. His alarm would go off and he'd detach himself only long enough to stop it. Then you’d be back in his arms instantly.

His Hands. They’d be sleepily trailing up and down your arms, your sides, your thighs, everywhere and anywhere they can be in an almost ticklish manner. Yet, he couldn’t help himself.

Once you’re stirring awake he can’t help but go a step forward (consensually ofc) and just feel your warmness, dipping in and out to make sure you were still snoozing a bit. It was more of an intimate gesture than something inherently sexual

But then income the mumbly, hoarse voiced sweet nothings in your neck as he nibbles softly on your shoulders telling you to rest a bit longer and just lay back for him to take care of you. 

That’s when he moves down south, kissing and scratching softly along the way. He doesn’t waste a second as you spread your legs for him.

And when you’re a quivering mess above him  he comes back to your lips to finally give you your good morning kiss and let you know he’ll start the kettle for the two of you only to say ‘...right after one more’

What can I say? Breakfast is the most important meal of the day.

Favorite body part - literally everywhere. But he can’t help but pay a little extra attention to your arms. They were the thing that held him, how could he not. 

I’m fully convinced this man is a biter. But the type that’s like he’s so full of love he doesn’t know how to get it out and just has an urge to bite you (lmaoooooo)

Think Oscar Isaac kissing Jessica Chastain’s arm, but add a nibble or two.

But Do Not get me started on your chest. We all know this man has an oral fixation. I’ll leave it at that.

(anyways, in a Not mommy kink way (lol) he pays extra to your chest. He’d attach his mouth to you n*pples at any chance he got. And naturally back to his nibbling...he’s never too rough about it, just enough to cause you to gasp. He lived for the noises he could elicit from you with just his mouth)

(It’s all about the rise and fall of it as you’re moaning his name, all about feeling your n*pples pressed against him, or how your chest bounced to the pace he set that you were Living for.)

(also, I feel like he Loves to mark you up. sucking here and there and everywhere creating patterns of his dedication to worshiping you)

omfg imagine him and temperature play...like c’mon...him watching your skin perked and shivered as he trails an ice cube down from your bottom lip to the middle of your chest to ending at your most sensitive part. Swoon.

Asking for his fingers after a performance/seeing him in the studio because watching him play the piano/instruments was just too much and you needed to feel them too

Let’s talk about studio time. He takes his work very seriously again he’s mentioned it a million times and how he’s strict with a 9-5 schedule. But we all know his mind is constantly going with ideas hence him having a home studio....

....imagine nights where he’s up late/wakes up in the middle of the night and you find he’s not in bed. Maybe he’s having a creative block or a breakthrough, whatever it is he should be in bed with you, but you don’t mind joining him.

When you do your intentions are always slightly selfish as you climb onto his lap and trail your hands up his chest to behind his head as he whisper against his lips to come back to bed with a slight tug of hair only for him to groan into your chest asking for five more minute of work

aka exactly what you wanted and needed to hear to start grinding on his thigh until both you and him were a moaning mess

that or you’d drop to your knees and look up at him with those eyes that told him you had won

because you KNOW my man loves head. You’d have his eyes ROLLING and almost passing OUT  with just a kiss to the tip.

I feel like Damon’s relatively vanilla. But don’t let that fool you. He goes wild having you beneath him, chest to chest. Face to face is where it’s at....his scruff against your cheek as he’s whispering the Nastiest things in your ear at an unforgivingly deep pace (while his necklaces drag on your chest with every movement)

Your knees pressed flush against his sides as your nails dig and scratch into his back (which btw just the thought of your nails running along his body gets him hard instantly)...drool

Reminder - my man loves a quickie. 

As much as he’d love to hear you say it to him in person, he’s not always in town. So I know he’d be down for some phone stuff. But I feel like he’d be a little dom about it where it’s just insane teasing and c*m denial, building up and up and up until you’re reunited again (and let me tell you when you can finally both release together...esp with him deep, deep inside you...just stars)

Let’s talk about Iceland. We all know that’s a secluded home with an INSANE view.

So naturally, your riding Damon to no end in front of those big windows with the heat created between the two of you and of the fireplace on your skin --little voyeuristic/public sex vibes, but still private that nice fine line that makes it just that *chef kiss*

and if you’re into smoking, I could see like a just giggly intimate caressing (?) idk what to call it so run with this idea with me for a second

Imagine damon has a semi the whole time  and you two are just exploring each others body and chatting and just feeling/warm and fuzzy and just Intimate.

talking and chatting about new wrinkles and experiences that went with them, creating such an insanely loving and dreamy space for the two of you to completely (no pun intended, but pun intended) hot box in...not so eloquently put sorry lol

Almost always learning new things about each other. Which leads into another random thought (just run with me) ...into mirrors. It was a random day, in a random hotel room and the mirror was just perfectly placed but both of you being able to see each other move and yearn for each other from a different angle just made it fucking hit different

Shower sex. Steammmmmmy. Like almost pass out steamy where it’s like borderline breath play (sort of not really?) where the two of you create this sauna-like environment that just makes it all kinds of (metaphorically) Hot. Beads of sweat everywhere and just sticky and delicious.

But of course it’s you that truly makes him melt. Just say his name and he’s already gooey on the inside. You two fit together like the most perfect puzzle pieces.

(ok, but someone write a smut imagine for the Iceland idea, I’m BEGGING you)

[iwalc]

Surprise- Brian May x Reader

It was late. You sat on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful, incredible life. 2 years ago, 3 years into your marriage with Brian, you decided to have a child, a token of your love for each other. It was a rough start. There were numerous times where it didn't work at all, other times when you peed on the stick, soon after seeing a positive test, the excitement was immense and when you told Brian he got so excited, all of this to then be broken by the news of miscarriage. It broke the both of you but somehow you still managed to carry on. And for the reward of not giving in you could finally tell Brian once again that you were pregnant, and that time, all went well. In August 1980 you could finally give birth to a bouncing baby girl. It was a strange feeling, suddenly the gravity of your universe shifted and everything revolved around this tiny human, the beautiful Amanda that you and your husband, the love of your life had created and would cherish forever.

You had Brian, your beautiful girl Amanda, you had a beautiful and warm atmosphere you could call home, and there was nothing more that you wanted in life. Until a few months ago.

Your husband had started to secretly give you hints until he finally sat down with you and spat it out.

"Love?" he called silently since Amanda was sleeping, from the living room as you were in the bathroom catching up some laundry. "Yes, gorgeous" you answered just as you accomplished the task at hand. "Could you come here for a minute, there is something I'd like to talk to you about", "Ofc, I'll just wash my hands first". You thought about it as you washed your hands in the warm water. It must be something that's been on his mind for a while since whenever it's something ordinary he just spits it out, out of nowhere. You were curious.

When you walked towards the living room you saw him sitting on the sofa, his elbows resting on his knees, face in his hands. This worried you quite a bit. "Hey, what's up?" you asked as you sat down next to him, your hand automatically landing on his thigh. "I uh, I... There is something that's been on my mind" he started, looking down at his feet signalling his nervousness. "Well, I figured, I've noticed there's been something on your mind lately, but I didn't want to push you into talking with me if you didn't feel ready to." you gently said as you squeezed his tight gently. "I haven't found the right time to tell you and talk to you about it" he continued. "I want to know what's on your mind, love" you answered, really wanting to know. He turned his head to look at you for a moment, his curls falling off his shoulder, a smile tugging at his lips. "Do you want me to just spit it out or with some background information?" he asked chuckling a bit, "Do you think background information will be necessary?" you asked him smiling while adoring his beautiful features. His hazel, soft eyes, his prominent cheekbones, his jawline, his beautiful dark curls framing his gorgeous face. "No, not really. I uhm", "Brian, love, I know you are nervous but it's just me, spit it out", "I want another baby Y/N" he blurted out, waiting worriedly for your reaction, a small smile daring to tug at his lips. You were quite shocked, to be honest, it wasn't what you thought your husband had been thinking so much about. "You know Amanda is growing quickly, she's almost 2 years old now and I uhm, it would be nice to give her some company and" he didn't get to finish his explanation because of you interrupting him with a kiss. Taking him by surprise.

It was a brilliant idea. It made your stomach flutter with butterflies. You pulled back from the passionate kiss, seeing his chocked state made you laugh. He smiled at you, adoration poured into the gaze that reached your face. "I'd love to expand our family and have another child with you!" you squeaked, flying into his arms, which in turn led to chuckles escaping Brian's throat. The sound filled your heart and once again you thought about how perfect your life had become. You were so in love with everything, but most importantly Amanda and Brian.

The way he got so excited. The way his hazel eyes got deeper with adoration and excitement. The way his smile reached his eyes. The way he hugged you, telling you how happy you made him, how in love he was with you and to share his life with you. The way he existed. Your heart ached with love for this man.

And that day, it was set, you were going to try for a new baby. It wasn't always easy, already having a child to take care of, as well as Brians sometimes strange working schedule. However, to you, it was quite obvious it had worked. You were experiencing some symptoms, which reminded you of your first pregnancy: Absent period, hormonal imbalance, tender breasts, bloated, nausea in the mornings. Even Brian noticed some changes:

You had just gotten out of a late-night shower and were just going to change into your pyjama shirt when Brian suddenly commented something you found very strange. "Love, have you been missing your period?" he blurted out. This was something you never ever thought he'd ever think of, never the less keep track off. You turned around to stare at him, "Yes, in fact, I have, why?". "No, I was just thinking, I reckon you told me last month that we had to buy more pads and tampons til' this time, but neither of us has bought any and you have been feeling quite fine compared to how you use to feel when the time of the month comes around." he said like it was nothing, you just starred at him incredulously, at awe of the attention he had paid. "What? Did I say something wrong?" he asked as his face fell. "No, no you didn't. I'm just amazed by the attention you pay to those kinds of things. I wasn't prepared for the question nor the explanation for it." you said and chuckled as you dragged the shirt over your head. Walking to the bed you smiled to yourself, wow, what a man. As you buried yourself under the quilt, snuggling up to Brian who gladly put his arm around you he blurted out another incredulous comment. "I also can't help to notice that your breast has gotten bigger". You laughed at the comment. "I don't know if they're bigger, but tender they definitely are. How do you notice all of these things?" you couldn't help but ask as you looked up at him. "Well, I don't know, I guess I just do. And I've known you for about ten years now, and we've been together for almost eight of those. I would like to say I know you very well" he stated. "Well yes, you definitely do, and I love you for it!" you said as you reached up for a kiss, he chuckled a bit and smiled into the kiss.

Brian didn't ask anything after that, you know he had his suspicions but neither of you wanted to get the hopes up too early, regarding all of the tries before Amanda. However, after emptying your stomach one morning, you decided that it would be time to take a test. Brian couldn't be with you this time since he had work at the studio that had to be done, and since Amanda was spending time with her grandparents, Ruth and Harold, you figured it would be a perfect time. Since Brian wasn't home, nor did he know you were going to take a test, you decided to keep it a secret until you knew the result and decided to take it from there.

You had pregnancy tests laying around in a draw in the bathroom. You took one, peed on it, and while waiting for a result you went to eat some breakfast. Coming back to the bathroom to look at the test, you suddenly became very nervous, you really wanted it to be positive! You would hate to break the news to Brian, telling him that it was negative and that the symptoms had been a result of something else. You took a deep breath and grabbed the test. You slowly turned it around, feeling the nervousness clearly increase. All the fear suddenly washed away, it was positive.

Suddenly you felt all the emotions in the world all at once. Tears started to drip from your eyes as you smiled like crazy. The excitement was a fact which resulted in several exited screams and runs throughout the house. If anyone could see you they'd probably think you'd be crazy. But you didn't care because you were the happiest. You had more than you would ever wish for.

Before taking the test you were thinking about waiting to tell Brian until you've seen a doctor etc but now, there was no way you could make that happen. You tried not to call Brian at the studio to tell him. Instead, you rushed to the phone and decided to call Ruth and Harold.

It felt like it took forever before anyone picked up the phone. "The May household" you heard Harold answer. "Hi Harold, it's Y/N, how are you?", "Hello Dear, I'm fine thank you, how are you?" he asked, he sounded happy, it warmed your heart. You contemplated whether telling them or waiting. Apparently, you had been quiet for too long, "Is everything alright?" he seriously asked. You hesitated a bit, "Yeah, I uhm I think so", "You doesn't sound too sure about that dear, would you like to talk to Ruth?", "That would be nice, thank you, Harold". Harold was a great grandad and a wonderful father in law, however, you had always had a better connection towards Ruth.

You heard Harold calling for Ruth and some muffled noises. "Hello dear!" you heard Ruth's voice cheering through. "Hello Ruth, how are you? And Amanda?" you gently asked, not really levelling with her enthusiasm. "Oh I'm fine dear, thank you for asking. Amanda just ate some soup, so she's full and satisfied" she laughed. "That's great! I hope you're all having a good time and that she's behaving" you chuckled. "Oh dear, don't worry, she's the best!" you chuckled as an answer. "Now, Y/N, will you tell me what's wrong?", "I uhm, I was wondering if I could pick Amanda up a bit earlier than planned? Like today?", it was quiet for some time before she answered. "Oh, well yes of course you can! Is there something wrong?" she asked. "No, I don't think so at least" you chuckled, "I just want her home for tonight when Brians getting home.", "Y/N, I'm sorry but I can see right through you, there is something on your mind.", "Well yes, there are, I just don't know if I want to tell you before I tell Brian.", "Oh" and with this, you knew she understood. "Ok, I think you know by now anyway, I uhm, I'm..... pregnant, and I wanted to" you didn't get to finish your sentence because there was a scream on the other end and it made you laugh. "Oh my heavens, Congratulations!! I am so happy for you two!" she almost screamed. "Don't get too excited Ruth, it's still pretty early" you voiced your fears. "Oh dear, I understand your fear, I really do, but it will be alright in the end, I promise!", at this you got emotional, tears started to stream down your cheeks and you sniffled, "Oh love, It will be alright! We'll pack Amandas things and then we'll be right over, okay?", "Okay" you sniffled, "Thank you Ruth!", "No worries dear!", "Ruth before you begin packing things up, you don't have too, you can have her back tonight or tomorrow if you want.", "That sounds nice if it's alright with you two, but I guess you would appreciate some time alone to talk and everything, so we'll happily come and pick her up tomorrow again!", "That sounds great, I know she loves being with you two! I won't hold you up any longer, see you soon then", "Yes darling, see you soon!"

You took a deep breath. Wow. This was a rollercoaster.

You were so happy and so appreciative for Ruth and Harold. Brian and Harold haven't always been on great terms but the last year things have been amazing between them and both Harold and Ruth have always been amazing towards you. They are great, amazing! And there is no wonder why Brian is so great.

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You were in the bedroom and looking for a specific body that Amanda had, knowing that Brian would know exactly when he saw it, when you heard knock on the front door. You quickly ran downstairs and opened to great your baby and parents in law.

"Hi," you both said at the same time as you opened the door. Ruth walked inside first and greeted you with a big smile, embracing you in a hug only a mother could. "You look great!" she happily said as her hands went to your cheeks, you chuckled a bit "Thanks, I don't feel great" you laughed, hoping not to get further questions. Harold stepped inside and handed you your baby girl, oh you had missed her. "Hi baby," you said in a squealing voice before showering her in kisses, making her laugh. Harold walked up to you, and to your surprise leaned in for a hug, he's not a hugging person normally, you gently hugged him and received a happy congratulations wish. "I'm happy for you both," he said, "Thank you so much, Harold," you said and gave him a joyous smile, just as you also felt tears streaming down. "Oh wow, I'm a mess" you laughed as you brushed the tears off. "No worries dear, I was the same when I was expecting Brian" she laughed and Harold agreed, not pleased with the recall of memories. You all broke down in laughs.

You welcomed them inside and as always they made themselves feel at home as you served some tea and biscuits. Ruth was playing with Amanda on the sofa. "Has she taken her nap today?" you asked as you saw how Amanda started to get cranky and sleepy. "No she hasn't, she was about to fall asleep in the car on our way here but we thought it was better to keep her awake so she could sleep here.", "Maybe we should go take a nap, baby girl," you said as you approached them on the sofa. Suddenly, Harold stood up, "I can take her to nap, if that's ok?" he asked, "Yes of course," you said as you walked and picked Amanda up and handed her to Harold. "I'll be upstairs with the bottle in a minute," you said as you walked to the kitchen to prepare the bottle.

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Amanda was happily asleep upstairs and Ruth and Harold had just left. However, before they left they handed me a little box and you thought that now would be a good time opening it. Inside you could see a yellow shirt, in Amanda's size. When you unfolded the soft material you saw the cutest thing. The shirt had "Promoted Big Sister" embroidered on the front. You chuckled slightly as an idea about how to reveal the news to Brian popped up in your head.

This will be perfect.

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Amanda was seated in her chair as you finished up the rest of the dinner. For the occasion, you had made Brians favourite dinner.

You had been so distracted by the food that you hadn't heard Brian coming home. You only noticed when Amanda squealed when she saw him entering the large kitchen. You turned around and was treated by a sight that could melt your heart a thousand times over. Brians had picked her up and were showing her with hugs and kisses, making the baby girl let out belly laughs. You felt how you were about to cry but quickly turned around again to brush them away.

Brian put Amanda back in her chair for a moment and approached you. Wrapping his arms around your waist, his lips brushed against your neck and kissed your temple. "Hi" you gently voiced. "Hello, love," he said and kept kissing your cheek. "It smells delicious," he said and placed one last kiss on your ear. "It's your favourite," you said and put down the spatula to turn around and greet him properly. "I noticed, what do I owe the pleasure?" he said as you wrapped your hands around his neck, his hands placed on your waist. "nothing special" you lied. "How was your day?" you asked as you leaned in for a hug, hugging his waist, his hands brushing your back. You could smell his cologne, feel his arms tightening around you. "It was okay, nothing special," he said, his voice low. He pulled away from the hug to look at you. One of his hands stroke some hair behind your ear to then cup your cheek. "How was your day? And why's Amanda home, shouldn't she be at my parents?", "They came to visit earlier and I wanted her home, but she's going back tomorrow," you said as you adored his face. He chuckled and leaned down to kiss you. The kiss was like nothing else, your whole body tingled. You felt the excitement again.

The dinner was nothing special. Brian kept complimenting the food, which warmed your heart. Throughout the whole dinner, you just kept adoring the little family you have and the excitement to reveal that one more was on the way kept getting stronger and you were growing impatient.

Amanda played with a rattle toy while you and Brian both cleaned up after the dinner, stealing hugs and kisses here and there.

When the kitchen was done cleaning you honestly felt exhausted, and Brian, being the wonderful husband he is, sensed that. He walked up to you and kissed your forehead as he hugged you. "You go sit down and relax and I'll take care of Manda" he said and kissed you again. "Thank you" you whispered.

Brian kissed you once more and walked excitedly towards Amanda, "Come here baby girl, it's time for jammies" he said as he picked her up and threw her up in the air, making her laugh once again. You felt at peace and happy as you saw them giggling, making their way down to the nursery.

It was getting quite late. You sat down on the sofa reading a book in front of the fireplace when you zoned out. You started to look around you and saw how beautiful your life had become. You were married to the one and only person you ever loved and together you had built this beautiful incredible life. And the excitement for the news Brian is left to find out is very much evident.

You couldn't focus on reading the book, you just sat there biting you lip slightly and listening to what was happening in the nursery. You heard Brian talk to Manda and her giggles. Until it all stopped.

Silent took over the house, the only thing you could hear was Mandas joller and the fire in the fireplace.

"Love?" Brian called for you. You didn't answer, you wanted to see his reaction without you interfering to early. "Y/N" he almost shouted. Silence took over again.

Apparently, he grabbed Amanda and the shirt he had discovered and worked to the living room. "What is this?" he said, trying to hide his excitement if it weren't true. "It's a new shirt I bought for Manda" you chuckled. He looked so confused. His eyes went from looking on Amanda, to the shirt, to you. "What?" he blurted out, confusion written all over him. You rose up from the sofa and approached him. He had put Amanda down on the floor as he inspected the shirt.

You walked towards him and when there was almost no space between you he looked up at you, studied your expression. You smiled and took the shirt out of his hands and folded it and put it on the table. You walked up to him again and smiled. He tilted his head a bit, once again showing his confusion. You took his hands and brought them up to kiss them and then placed them gently on your lower stomach to get the message through. He caught on immediately. His eyes widened and he let out a breath. "Ooh my lord" he breathed as he adjusted his hands slightly, his gaze fixated on your belly. You chuckled and once again felt tears forming in your eyes. "I'm pregnant, Brian" you said smiling as the tears ran down your cheeks. He looked up at you and a smile spread across his face, "Really?" he asked as he looked at you. "Yes, I took three tests and all of them was positive".

Brian moved his hands and embraced you in a loving, comforting hug. His head was placed in the curve of your neck, his hands wrapped around you, your hands on his back, feeling his warmth, feeling the soft curls against your cheek. What you discovered next melted your heart. You heard sniffles coming from Brian.

You broke the embrace and looked at him, your hands holding his cheeks, your thumbs brushing away the tears, as more tears streamed from your eyes. You both were crying out of happiness, and soon enough you were both laughing. Brian held your waist, "Oh boy I love you!" he said as he laughed and kissed you. "I love you more" you gently said, looking into his hazel eyes. "Thank you" he then said as a wave of more tears streamed down his rosy cheeks. He leaned his forehead against yours, looking into your eyes. "I.. I don't even know what to say. I love you so much and there is no other I'd want to share my life with. You make me happy, you're keeping me on track, you are my universe. I love you so much and I am so grateful for you! You have given me the best gift of live already once, and now again. I... I'm speechless. I love you so much! And I am so excited" he laughed. "I am so excited. Im so excited for all that the future has to bring us. To see Amanda grow up, to see this little bean grow" he placed his hands on your stomach, "I love you, so much!" he started to cry again. This hit you hard. How did you end up with this fantastic man? If only you could show him how much you meant to him so he could really understand.

"Baby, I love you! So much! And I am so happy. I have more than I could ever have asked for. I have a wonderful husband, who's also my best friend. You cheer me up when I'm down, you comfort me when I'm sad, you laugh with me when I'm happy. I am so glad and grateful that I get to share my life with you too. I love you so much it hurts!" you said and kissed his swollen, red lips to then hug him tight.

You were so excited for what the future would bring. You would never want to do this with anyone else. This was perfect.

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I hope you liked this one! I surely do! If you guys want maybe I could build this story further, maybe to follow them throughout the pregnancy or something? Let me know what you think!

[winterisakillerwrites]

Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

Title: Have Yourself A Merry Little Christmas

One Shot: 1/1

Character: Tom Hiddleston/Cath Richardson (OFC)

Genre: Fluff

Rating: PG

Summary:  While Christmas shopping with his sister, Tom stumbles across the perfect gift for his girlfriend of four years.

Authors Notes/Warnings: This idea popped in my head about a week or so before Christmas and I knew I had to run with it. I’ve been wanting to come back and explore what’s been going on with Tom and Cath for a while...Because while I know I’m not supposed to have favorites, these two are totally my favorites.

A huge thank you to @redfoxwritesstuff​  and @evieplease​ for cheering me on with this and genuinely being all around fantastic people

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They’d been out the better part of the morning, wandering through shop after seemingly endless shop. And for the hundredth time, Tom wondered just why he had agreed in the first place. He must be out of his mind. That was the only explanation. The knowing smirk Cath had given him as she sat curled on the couch, nursing a steaming mug of coffee as he’d been about to head out the door had been enough to cement that fact in his mind.

 Why else would he have agreed to leave his nice, warm home on a cold and blustery Saturday in late November? Especially when he could have easily spent it on the couch with the women he loved, reading and enjoying the fact that he had the next few weeks off. The show he’d signed on to do in the West End wasn’t scheduled to start rehearsals until mid-December and not ready to open until early in the New Year. But when Emma called the night before and practically begged him to go out with her, insisting she needed his help finding a Christmas gift for their mother, he found himself agreeing before he’d honestly thought it through.

 So now here he was, still shivering from the wind that had been blowing what felt like a gale outside, and quietly cursing both his parents for bringing his younger sister into the world. This was their sixth (or was it seventh?) stop of the morning; Tom had frankly lost count.

 Any suggestion he’d made in the previous shops had barely been considered before Emma rejected each in turn. He’d blatantly ignored the glare Emma sent him as he’d mumbled under his breath about procrastination and the foolishness of asking people along for their opinions when, clearly, they were not going to be considered.

 Unlike Emma, Tom had found his gift several months back while he’d been in the States filming. He’d had a morning off and with nothing better to do, had gone wandering through the small town they were filming near, and subsequently found himself in a small, charming antique store. Inside he’d found a small, intricately engraved locket that was his mother to the letter.

 Diana Hiddleston collected lockets, had done for years, and this one would be something he’d known she would love from the moment he’d laid eyes on it. The locket now sat, safe in the box it had been wrapped in, on a shelf in his office. A fact he shared, earning him another pointed glare. This one so like their mothers, Tom found it unnerving.

 “And unlike some people, I have two children under the age of five and therefore less free time,” she said through nearly gritted teeth. “So why don’t you be a dear and help me, brother mine. Rather than just grabbing whatever random thing you find and trying to pawn it off on me because you want to go home.”

 So, he agreed with poor grace. Now, nearly three hours later, Tom regretted giving in so easily. They’d wandered through bookshops, clothing shops, and countless second hand and antique shops. Emma would pick up items, look at them pointedly, before placing them back down and moving onto the next. At this rate, it would been well into the New Year before the task was done.

 He’d very nearly walked straight past it in his haste to keep up with his Emma as she’d sprinted towards the back of the latest small second-hand shop of the day. In all honestly, Tom couldn’t say what made him turn back in the first place. But there it was, laying against a faded blue cushion. It was a gorgeous ring, set in an antique gold. The overhead lighting shimmered off the center stone; a brilliantly cut emerald surrounded by several smaller chips of diamond. And in that moment, he knew.

 “Emma,” he called, “Can you come back here for a moment.”

 The squeal his sister let loose when she saw the ring and guessed his intent was loud enough Tom was sure every dog in a 20-mile radius heard with startling clarity. All her annoyance with him seemed to instantly melt away.

 “About bloody time,” she hissed in delight, grabbing and shaking Tom’s arm with a fierce frenzy.

 Emma had a point, he had to concede. He and Cath had been together for nearly four years by this point and had been living together for almost six months. A proposal was the next natural step. And if Tom was being honest with himself, he’d known for awhile now that she was the person with whom he could see himself growing old.

 The idea had lurked in the back of his mind for the last year, honestly longer, but he hadn’t acted on. He’d promised himself when they’d begun to build a life together that he would take his time. That he wouldn’t let himself rush in as he’d always done. And sometimes he feared he was doing the opposite; hesitating, waiting when any normal, and honestly sane, man would have acted. It was a wonder Cath put up with his nonsense, though he knew she understood very much where his hesitation and caution came from.

 But as soon as he’d laid eyes on the ring, Tom knew. Knew with an absolute certainty it was finally the time to act. Time to take the leap they’d been silently dancing around. It was far too easy to picture the gold and emerald ring settled firmly on Cath’s left hand, a tangible sign of the love and promise between them.  He couldn’t mask the smile that blossomed across his face as he waved over a salesman and produced his credit card.

 Once the ring was safely stowed in his jacket pocket, Tom felt both a giddy relief and a growing anxiety wash over him. He had the ring, now all he needed to do was ask Cath to

tie her life to his. He could do this.

 A thousand and one ideas began to rush through his mind. Maybe he could ask over dinner? Or perhaps he could rent out the tiny café they’d stumbled upon on their first real date? Or maybe ask her Christmas Day at his mothers’?

 No, he thought, dismissing the idea out of hand. It would be too much pressure on Cath. And that was the last thing he wanted.

 He jumped as he felt a hand grab his arm and blinked over to find Emma watching him with a knowing eye. “Stop it,” she ordered, understanding coloring her tone. It was unnerving, the way she seemed to read him. “Don’t overthink it. You guys are bloody perfect for one another and we both know she’ll say yes. Just be yourself and keep it simple.”

 Tom bit back the sarcastic retort resting on the tip of his tongue. Emma was right, he knew that. He had a terrible habit of overthinking and over-planning. And this was definitely a situation ripe for such a course of action. At the same time, this was so important. Something he desperately did not want to mess up.

 But at the same time he wouldn’t do something as ridiculous as hire out a billboard in the middle of central London or ask her in the midst of a crowded restaurant. While Cath was proud to join him on red carpets and at events when he asked, the spotlight had never been something she sought. And proposing in such a manner with the potential for such unwanted public intrusion would be a disaster of proportions Tom didn’t even dare to entertain.

 The various, and often contradicting, ideas wriggled at the back of his mind for the rest of the afternoon and very had nearly gotten him caught red handed on his return home.

 He found Cath where he’d left her, curled up on their couch in the living room though his space had been claimed by a contented Bobby, whose brown head rose at the sound of the opening front door, all traces of sleepiness apparently forgotten. He barked enthusiastically and bounded off the couch towards the doorway and a bewildered looking Tom, whom he slammed into and in the ensuing chaos managed to knock to the floor in his enthusiasm.

 Grunting in discomfort at his unplanned and rather abrupt landing, Tom looked up and caught the mirth sparkling in Cath’s dark eyes as she unsuccessfully attempted to smother her laughter with one of the throw pillows.

 “Ha, ha,” he grumbled pushing Bobby off of him, as the spaniel tried in vain to lick the top most layer of his skin off in greeting, and rolled onto his knees. The breath was nearly knocked from him again as his eyes fell on the small, brown box that now lay several feet away near the edge of the coffee table. And mere inches from Cath’s bare feet. If she looked down…

 Fuck.

 Without conscious thought, Tom rocketed to his feet and snatched the box, stuffing it quickly back into his jacket pocket. Pausing to shoot a blistering look in Bobby’s direction for so very nearly giving the game away, although inadvertently, Tom darted from the room and up the stairs towards his small office, leaving a perplexed Cath and a crestfallen spaniel in his wake.

 The office was the one room in the house Cath didn’t enter without expressing informing him first. Making it, Tom fervently hoped, a safe place to stash the ring until he’d got a plan in order. Opening one of the desk drawers at random, Tom stuffed the small, leather covered box inside before shoving the drawer closed once more. Only then did he allow himself to properly breath.

 “You quite alright up there?” Cath’s concerned voice carried up the stairs.

 “Fine,” he called back, a touch too quickly to be considered natural. He mentally cursed himself for his complete inability to hold his cool.

 Tom’s eyes scrambled frantically over the desk top and felt a sense of relief as the settled on a pile of papers he’d all but forgotten about. Luke had left them the week before so that he could look them over before signing. They were nothing major nor particularly urgent but they would most certainly do for now. A prop, Tom fervently hoped, would help make his flimsy story a touch more authentic.

 “Just forgot to grab papers I needed to get signed and back to Luke by the end of today.”

 He snatched the papers into his left hand, turning and sprinting from the office. He took the stairs two at a time and when he skidded to a halt, flashed the papers in Cath’s direction along with what he hoped was a convincing self-deprecating smile.

 “Ah.”  The quirk of an eyebrow and the slight turn of her lips spoke volumes and Tom found himself waiting for the other shoe to drop. “Did Emma find what she was looking for?”

 It took him several seconds to process the question. “I…Um, yeah. Took a good, long while though. You know how Emma is.”

 Another eyebrow quirk.

 Great.

 “Well,” Tom started, fiddling with the papers in his hand. He had absolutely no idea how to get himself out of this particular web. With another slow, deep breath, Tom commended his soul to whatever deity care to take it. “Got to dash out and get these sent off. Back in twenty.” He darted towards the door and back out into the blustery late November afternoon.

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  “Tom for the last time, I’m sure it’s fine.” Cath’s voice echoed from the lounge. “Why don’t you let it be and come help with these lights?”

 With reluctance, Tom turned off the oven light and leaned back against the edge of the stone counter. The chicken was still roasting away in the oven, maybe a half an hour more and it would be done. He’d dressed the salad, which was chilling in the refrigerator, and the side dishes were either still heating on the stove top or waiting to be transferred into the ceramic serving dishes lining the counter. It was going to be perfect.

 It needed to be.

 The plan he’d spent the better part of the last three weeks putting together was simple, in theory at least. He would make her favorite meal (roast chicken, smashed garlic potatoes, a savory dressing to go with the chicken, crusty French bread, a mixed greens salad, and molten chocolate cake for afters) and they’d share the meal over candle light with the bottle of wine he’d rushed to the store to grab. Her favorite. After dessert and a touch more wine, he’d lead her into the lounge where they’d open their traditional one gift each and there he’d present her with the ring and ask her to make him the happiest man alive.

 Simple.

 Romantic.

 All he had to do now was not mess it up. He could do this.

 Tom had spent the last several hours in the kitchen, blatantly refusing Cath’s offered help. The last thing he wanted her to do was make the meal he was going to propose to her over. That would not do at all.

 “Why you insist on making a huge fuss tonight, I don’t understand,” Cath had admonished with a shake of her head. “You and I both know your mum is making a huge meal tomorrow, you honestly don’t have to go through all of this tonight”

 “Because I can and you are worth it,” he’d countered. “Now scoot before I’m forced to take drastic action.”

 She’d taken his brush off with amused annoyance and had settled in the lounge, setting up the last of the fairy lights and putting the finishing touches on the tree.

 Absently, he let his hand rest against his left trouser pocket, as he looked around the quiet kitchen. He could feel the outline of the ring box. Every so often, he’d reach inside and let his fingers rub against the smooth leather, imagining the look on her face when she saw what rested inside.

 He could do this.

 He was ready to do this. Everything would be perfect.

 Please let it be perfect, he begged as he pushed himself away from the counter and passed out of the kitchen into the hall.

 Tom paused in the doorway of the lounge, a soft smile spreading across his face at the sight before him. Cath sat cross-legged on the floor, a tangle of fairy lights in her lap.

 Bobby lay sprawled on his back beside her seemingly captivated by the twinkling lights already on the tree. He felt the warmth and rightness of it all rush over him. This was it, his little family. The one he never truly thought he’d get.

 For a brief moment he wanted nothing more than to forget his well orchestrated plan and ask her now, like this, all tangled in lights on the lounge floor. The ring box was out of his pocket and in his hand before he’d made the conscious effort to do so.

 “Are you going to stand there all evening or are you actually going to get your lovely ass in here and help me with these?”

 Stuffing the ring box quickly back into his pocket, Tom padded his way into the lounge.

 The plan, he told himself. Remember the plan.

 Plopping himself down beside her on the carpeted floor, Tom flashed a rakish grin and countered “So you think my ass is lovely?”

 Cath rolled her eyes and tossed the tangled pile of fairy lights into his lap. “Pushing it a bit, Hiddleston.”

 “Perhaps,” he admitted with a shrug, “but you brought the subject up, my dear. Turnabout’s fair play after all.”

 Tom flashed her another bright smile. Which widened even further as he saw the corners of her lips quirk as she fought against smiling in return.

 “You are impossible.”

 “And yet you love me anyway.”

 Cath chuckled and shook her head. “Lord help me, that I do.”

 Bobby, now clearly dissatisfied with the lack of attention paid him, rolled over and shoved his head further into Cath’s lap, his bright eyes wide and his tongue lolling. Cath stifled another laugh as she vigorously rubbed the spaniel’s exposed belly.

 “Yes, I love you too, you great oaf.”

 The spaniel let out a loud, self- satisfied bark.

 “Such a ham,” Tom laughed, as he rubbed the soft fur of Bobby’s belly. And laughed harder still as the spaniel’s tail flew back and forth against the carpet.

 “Well they do say people tend to adopt animals that reflect them…” Cath trailed off, smiling.

 Tom clutched dramatically at his chest. “You wound me, my lady.”

 Cath shook her head then pointed deftly at the pile of tangled lights. “I’ll do more than wound your ego if you don’t get those lights sorted.”

 “Well that’s me told, isn’t it?”

 Sending him a bold smile, Cath promptly turned her attention back to Bobby who resembled nothing short of the cat who’d got the cream. Spread on his back, his paws up in the air, tail wagging furiously as Cath continued to rub and scratch his exposed belly. The spaniel turned his head towards his master, eyes closed in bliss.

 “Traitor” Tom muttered under his breath, though laughter colored his tone.  He could hardly blame the dog, lord knows he would feel the same were their positions reversed. Judging from the look of utter contentment in the spaniel’s face, Bobby clearly had the better side of the deal.

 He watched the two play on the floor and once again felt the weight of the ring in his pocket. Cath really did look lovely bathed in the soft light of the tree, her eyes shining with mirth and happiness.

 Reaching into his pocket, Tom let his fingers close against the leather box, and slowly pulled it out. He took a deep breath, all of his plans crumbling around him as he let the box rest on the floor at his side. “Cath,” he heard himself call.

 She paused, hair falling into her eyes as she raised her head toward him. She flashed him a warm smile. “Don’t tell me you can’t get them untangled either?”

 Tom shook his head, “No…I…There’s something I wanted to talk to you about.”

 Cath’s eyes widened slightly though her face remained outwardly calm. “Oh?”

 Breaking their eye contact for a moment, Tom looked down and grabbed the ring box. He pulled it up and sat it between them on the carpet. He took another deep breath and raises his eyes to hers again. “I found this last month when I was out with Emma. And the moment I saw it, I knew. So I bought it and I’ve been working on the perfect way to ask you ever since.”

 He paused, swallowing against the nerves that roiled wildly in his gut.

 “I had this perfect plan all laid out but then I saw you sitting here and I couldn’t think of a better place or moment.” He smiled warmly, watching the emotions flit across her face. Shock, confusion, then a slowly building joy tinged with a lingering uncertainty. “I love you, Cath. I loved you since almost the moment we met though I didn’t admit it to myself until much, much later. You are the most important person in my life and these last few years together have been the happiest I’ve been. You ground me in a way that I wasn’t sure I’d ever have. You make me want to be a better man and I don’t think I can ever thank you enough for it. I love you and I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll have me.”

 With shaking fingers he broke their gaze once more and reached to grab the box. Slowly, he  lifted the box and opened it. The emerald sparkled in the dim light. He heard the soft intake of breath and met Cath’s eyes once again.

 “Catherine Grace Richardson, will you marry me?”

 Tears shone glassy in her dark eyes as Cath slowly nodded, seemingly unable to find her voice. She held up a shaking left hand and let Tom slowly slide the ring onto her finger.

 A shrill beeping blaring from the kitchen broke the spell woven between them. Tom sat in utter confusion until understanding dawned, “Oh fuck!”

 Jumping to his feet, he sprinted towards the kitchen, leaving a string of curses in his wake. Smoke billowed from one of the covered pots on the stove as he skidded to a halt in the kitchen doorway. “Shit. Fuck. God damn.”

 Grabbing a pot holder from the counter, he pulled the smoking pot off of the stove and dumped it unceremoniously into the sink. Absently, he heard the sound of feet on the wooden floor behind him. Tom glanced towards the door to find Cath trying to smother laughter as she waved a dish towel at the blaring smoke detector.

 “Well,” she started once the alarm was silenced, her eyes sparkling with amusement and mirth. “At least we’ve got your mum’s dinner tomorrow. And,” she added as an afterthought, “you didn’t burn the house down around us.”

 “Oh ha bloody ha. You’re hilarious.”

 “And that’s why you put a ring on it.”  

 They dissolved into a fit of laughter. Once they’d calmed, Tom turned towards the stove. “Shall we see if we can salvage the rest of theirs meal?”

 “Let’s.”

[dinosaurtsukki]

dating the armed detective agency’s medic

a/n: of course i have to write one for the ADA even though i’m a biased port mafia bitch. there’s a bit more characters here so i’ll try to keep each one short but still very fluffy and sweet <3

this man is always getting himself injured and even though agency has yosano, fukuzawa thought it would be a good idea to hire another medic who could deal with less life-threatening injuries

ofc dazai flirts with you the first chance he gets and every time he comes into your clinic

dazai: good morning my dear belladonna! the weather is beautiful today, but not as beautiful as you of course

you: YOUR ARM IS BROKEN PLEASE SIT DOWN

although as much as he likes to slightly mess with you, dazai genuinely enjoys coming to the clinic and being treated by someone like you

he likes observing your hands and how careful they are when they bandage his arm or that cute little scrunch of your brows when you’re bandaging his forehead

while on a mission, atsushi and kunikida go the extra length to protect dazai because they know you’re worried about him 

and then one day dazai comes into your clinic again and instantly you think that something has happened

until he surprises you by bringing out a bouquet of flowers

‘if i get injured less on missions, would you let me take you out on a date?’

jokes on you though after you guys date dazai finds every excuse to visit you in the clinic

he’ll get papercuts on purpose just so he can get you to put a bandage on them 

kunikida is annoyed because dazai they’re just papercuts jfc also please go back to work

seeing that you’re always concerned about his health and well-being, dazai finds himself making much less attempts cause he knows the stress it puts on you when you have to bandage him up after and make sure he’s alright

thanks to you our man is able to take care of himself a bit more

even though he is your boyfriend he’s still going to mess with you in any way he can

he’ll barge into your office claiming that his chest hurts because you didn’t give him a kiss that morning

also will highkey hug you from behind even if you’re treating another patient

the first time he meets you is for a physical exam check-up because it was required at the agency and he feels embarrassed at first seeing that the agency’s medic was gorgeous

atsushi was fresh out of the orphanage so of course he was quite malnourished and still had some injuries from his abuse

you had no idea who’d dare hurt such a sweet boy so you do your best to treat him and instructed atsushi to come in for some follow-up check-ups

although when he comes in for that check-up he talks about how he’s been healthy because he eats a lot of chazuke and you’re like ‘oh no, no, no, please eat other things too’

you end up packing him a bento box because he’s your patient so ofc you have to keep him healthy 

the two of you run into each other a lot in the morning because atsushi tends to come in way earlier than he’s supposed to so you often find him sitting in front of the locked door

thus begins your early morning chats. atsushi’s always polite and never interrupts when you talk and you love how he shows so much interest in whatever you say

atsushi began to realize that he has feelings for you but boy is he bad at concealing them also ranpo kind of busted him in front of everyone in the agency including you

but atsushi was saved by you hinting that you wouldn’t mind going on a date with him at all and he’s ecstatic until he realizes he hasn’t been on a date before

he takes you out to a nice restaurant and insists on paying for everything

nothing much changes with your routine but atsushi likes to bring you breakfast in the morning and the two of you have little dates before going into the office

he knows how worried you get when he goes out on especially dangerous missions but he does everything he can to protect the city and the new home he found with the agency and you

this guy was one of the people, other than yosano and fukuzawa, who interviewed you for the job and you can’t forget how intense he was when it came to asking questions

of course, you answered all of them well but kunikida was very serious that you knew how dangerous it could be to be involved with the agency

there was a self-defense portion in the interview that you knew about and of course kunikida was the one who added that

to his pleasant surprise, you managed to dodge all his incoming attacks (kunikida lowkey found it hot, like that’s requirement number ten on his list checked right there)

kunikida does get injured a fair amount during missions and he doesn’t want to get dissected by yosano all the time so he goes to your clinic that’s right near the office

he likes how efficiently you work and how gentle your hands are that even when you’re stitching up his wound he almost can’t feel a thing

however, kunikida does have a bad habit of not resting for the appropriate number of days. like, even with a bullet wound he’ll still hobble over to his desk to finish his paperwork

once, he came down with a terrible case of the flu so of course you sent him home only for kunikida to sneak back into the office when he thought no one was looking

you ended up taking kunikida home but poor guy could barely do anything by himself so you took care of him too

kunikida is definitely the delirious babbling when he’s sick so he ends up talking about his list of traits for an ideal woman and how you filled out a good portion of it

when he wakes up (much more sane) he sees you reading that list on his notebook and he’s like WAIT WHAT ARE YOU DOING

he handed you the notebook personally before passing out and kunikida can’t live it down

you: well, even if i don’t match all these requirements, would you still be interested in going out?

kunikida: yes... please

everyone can tell that kunikida’s about to go on a date because of how nervous he is the entire day

he knows how tight your schedule can be and how busy he is with with work but he always makes time to have his lunchbreak with you

loves to hear about your day and even has some space in his notebook dedicated to any interesting stories you have

the first time you met him was when he also had his physical check-up which ranpo insisted he didn’t need but fukuzawa made him so he had no choice but to follow

the entire time ranpo’s just like ‘nothing’s wrong with me, see?’ and then you do a simple dental check-up and find that he has like two cavities he didn’t want to tell anyone about it because he’s scared of the dentist *cue ranpo trying to run away and you grabbing him by the poncho*

of course fukuzawa makes him go to the dentist too but ranpo insists that you have to be the one to take him and schedule the appointment and come along

truth be told, you’ve always been pretty attracted to ranpo because you know of his skill as a detective so you were excited to have this day with him

only for you to have to physically restrain ranpo to the dentist’s chair (you even had to call kenji to help) while his teeth was getting checked

ranpo was squeezing your hand the entire time and he was fairly grumpy after the whole ordeal that he wouldn’t even talk to you until he asked if you could get ice cream

you: the dentist just told you to eat less sweets

ranpo: but i neeeeed them

you: fine, how about frozen yogurt?

after the dentist trip, you know how much of a hard time ranpo has with eating less sweets so you decide to leave fruit on his desk as a healthier alternative but he won’t TOUCH IT

after some bribery on fukuzawa’s part (’i’ll acknowledge you if you eat fruit more and also tell atsushi to give you a piggyback ride every day’) he finally concedes

he actually finds himself liking fruit so in the afternoon he’ll swing by the office just in time for you to be slicing fruit

ranpo gets over the fact that you sent him to the dentist and enjoys his time in the clinic eating fruit with you and sleeping on the cots inside

your clinic is where he hides when he doesn’t want to do work and when he pouts and asks you to say that he’s sick you can’t help but go along with it

he’s also super physically affectionate around you. will literally have his body draped over yours sometimes while you work

people start talking about how you two look good there and one time someone asked if the two of you are dating and ranpo’s like ‘of course we are!’

and you’re surprised self is about to protest when ranpo smirks at you and says ‘why? am i wrong?’

lmao ofc he’s not you’ve been struggling to keep yourself from being a flustered mess around him

he’s still clingy around you but this time he comes into the clinic every few minutes to ask for a kiss

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[anonquack]

| 3am Calls |

Alex Quackity x Reader, Oneshot!

Word Count: 1700

Warnings: None! Just some fluff.

Summary: Unable to fall asleep, you reach out to a friend in order to help ease you into peaceful slumber.

The seconds are passing quickly, 1am turns to 2am, and it doesn't take long for 3am to hit. Stirring around in bed doesn't make the restlessness stop, the little sheeps jumping around your head fall and get back up, attempting once again to lure you to sleep, but it doesn't work. You find yourself staring up at your ceiling, hands resting on your stomach. There is a stinging in your eyes that lets you know you are indeed tired, yet when your eyes finally close, they can't seem to stay that way. These restless nights had been going on for a while, yet you didn't want to be a bother and reach out to any of your friends. Who knew if they were either sleeping or had better things to do. You wouldn't be finding out any time soon. But.. perhaps tonight it wouldn't hurt to reach out. You felt lonely just staring up at your ceiling, and your own thoughts were eating up at you, making the restlessness feel even worse.

You reach out for your phone, turning it on and immediately being blinded by the bright light. Once your eyes became accustomed to the light, you opened messages and took a glance at all the people you had sent some to. A certain someone definitely caught your eye, but you really weren't sure if he'd be up, considering some days he'd wake up super early. He was a busy man, and fitting into his schedule could be a bit difficult. After some thought and the skin of your bottom lip slowly being bitten off, there was a single message sent.

y/n

hi

It was too late to consider his possible sleeping state or the embarrassment that might overtake you in the morning when you get a text with something along the lines of "i was asleep. sorry". You run a hand down your face, deciding to accept your fate and that your luck ran out. Perhaps you'd go back to counting sheep.

alex ((:

hi

The notification casted a bright light on your face, but this time it was welcome. Your finger quickly clicked on it, taking you to the message app.

y/n

did i wake you up by any chance?

alex ((:

i was editing a video, dw

why are you up?

"i don't know." you said out loud as you read the message. "i really don't know.." a small frown appeared on your lips as you texted back:

y/n

can't sleep

alex ((: ahh, is that where i come in?

y/n perhaps.. if you don't mind ofc

alex ((: call me

The message caught you by surprise. Of course you had talked to him on the phone before, but never this late. Never without it being planned beforehand. Never this sudden. Not because you couldn't sleep. Millions of thoughts rushed through your head as you stared at the message. call me. How could one possibly say no to that?

You cleared your throat before pressing on his contact and clicking on the call button. Soon enough, the sound of ringing could be heard, and you held your breath. Of course, he would answer, but you couldn't help the nervous feeling of talking to him this late, and just.. randomly.

"hello?"

Your breath hitched slightly at the sudden halt of the ringing, and the smooth sound of his voice. It didn't sound like it usually did. His voice wasn't full of energy, like it is when he's screaming at his screen or joking around with friends. It was calm, and sounded like he was a bit tired. Who could blame him? He was up editing at 3 in the morning. And here you were, making him talk on the phone rather than encouraging he get some sleep.

"Hi.." you said as a small smile formed on your lips at the thought of how hardworking this man was. "How's the editing going?"

"Mm.. it's going pretty well. I'll probably upload it by tomorrow. I'm planning on just working on it for a bit more before heading to bed." He stated, to which you let out a small hum, "That's good. It's important that you get your rest."

Now it was his turn to let out a small hum of approval. "What's keeping you up?" He asked. You closed your eyes, letting his voice ring and echo inside your head, letting the calmness his voice carried take over you, making you feel calm as well. "To be honest, I don't know. Whenever I close my eyes I just can't seem to doze off."

"Well, do you wanna keep me company while I finish editing? We can talk about random stuff until I bore you enough for you to knock out."

His words made you let out a small chuckle, shaking your head before realizing he couldn't see you. "You could never bore me." You admitted, thinking about his previous words for a few seconds. "That sounds good, actually. If you don't mind.."

"I offered it, didn't I?"

You hum in response. "True.. its settled then."

He let out a small chuckle in response, and the sound alone made you smile. You took a moment to really think about what was happening. You'd keep each other company until either he finished or his soft voice lulled you to sleep, and you'd talk about random stuff. It was a sweet deal.

As you lay in bed, you could hear the clicking sounds his keyboard made when he typed or when he'd move his mouse around while editing the clips. During small moments of peaceful silence, you could hear his steady breathing or light humming.

You'd asked how his day was and listened as he talked about how busy he'd been lately, some of the stuff he had planned for the upcoming month, and how his hard work would let him relax for a few days.. soon. Just hearing how hard he was working and how genuinely excited he sounded about everything he talked about made a warm feeling appear on your chest.

You gave small comments here and there, asking if he could expand on certain projects that caught your attention, as well as asking how he was keeping up with school work. He gladly answered all your questions, but always made sure to ask, "What about you?"

You hadn't noticed that it was mostly him talking, besides your occasional comment. You were just happy to listen to him speak so passionately about everything he did, and to be completely honest, the calm tone in his voice was also making you feel sleepy.

But you'd never deny that it made you feel so.. included. Yes, this was a 1 on 1 call but he always managed to make you feel like your inputs mattered just as much as everyone else's. It was one of his qualities that you adored wholeheartedly.

It could be during a stream, a group call, or even group chat. He always made sure that everybody felt included. He was just that sweet.

So even if you were now half asleep, you always made sure to respond and also tell him how your day went and what you had been up to. It was nice just being able to talk about simple things like that with him so late.

"I think I'm gonna stop editing for tonight. Just have a few things left but fuck, my eyes are killing me." He finally stated after a questionable discussion.

"As you should. You work too hard.. give your eyes a well deserved rest." You said, slightly rubbing at your eyes. The faint sound of shuffling and a few clicks could be heard, presumably him turning off his PC and heading to his bed.

A few more shuffling sounds could be heard before he spoke again. "I know. Thank you, Y/N. You always remind me how important it is that I take care of myself." The smile was evident in his voice, and he sounded way closer than before.

"Of course.. that's what I'm here for."

"I'll remind you too. Don't worry."

"Thank you, Alex." Small pause. "Are you gonna head to bed now?" You looked at how long the call had been going for and realized it had been well over an hour, making your eyes widen slightly.

"I could. Orrrr I could keep talking to you."

"You could.. but you should also head to bed and-"

"I'm already in bed. Got my blankets covering me and everything. Tucked in."

"Did you tuck yourself in? I should do it for you next time." You joked, before realizing you might have overstepped some boundaries. You froze as the call remained silent for a bit.

"Maybe you should– But you're not really down."

Your body relaxed as you realized his response had the same joking tone as yours did, and that it was okay to joke around about this stuff. You let out a small scoff.

"I'm not down? I will gladly go tuck you in. Just send your location and I'll be there in 5 minutes."

His voice had gotten raspy, quieter, and even more soothing if even possible. Each of his responses seemed to calm you more and more with each passing second.

"Well I'm already tucked in so you missed out on that opportunity." He boldly stated.

"We could tuck each other in next time." You said with a smile on your lips, and that earned a small chuckle from him. "Maybe." He hummed in response.

You felt so elated at that moment. You'd had a wonderful conversation with Alex, and he'd managed to make you feel more relaxed. At that moment, you found your eyelids fluttering shut, and at last they didn't force themselves open again.

Alex had been trying to get comfy himself while you were falling asleep. When he realized the silence had gone on for too long, he listened closely for any sound coming from you, and was only met with steady breaths.

"Y/N..?" He asked, quietly this time. Nothing. He let out a small hum, a small smile on his lips at the realization that you had fallen asleep. "Goodnight, Y/N."

[cloveroctobers]

PLASTIC HEARTS — ALL

Synopsis: what the characters are like in the mornings since I’m currently writing this at midnight lol + I feel like ask memes are really underrated and they’re quick to write so I’m open to those too amongst the 100 of other things I have on my list/have yet to write (typical writing probs lol)

Jordan: I feel like with Jordan is either 50/50 with him. If he has to be up pertaining to football then he’s up and determined! it might take him like 2-5 mins more extra in bed to fully get up if his parents (more so billy) don’t drag him out of bed but he still manages to get up and function somehow. If he’s partying the night before then that’s a different story, he’s always hungover and feeling that shit the next morning so he’ll move super slow and will be late to class/grumpy as hell. He’s either happy and functioning well making sure he’s getting a meal regardless if he’s in a good mood in the morning or not cause the boy likes to EAT (just like Michael’s ass) + if there’s no food at the house best believe he’s cruising to a cafe to get him a meal before heading to boredom high—I mean Beverly

If he’s in a crap mood then he’s mean to everyone in his path. It’s best to leave him alone and let him sulk in his corner until he’s out of his grumpy mood which he does get out of...eventually after arguing with someone or snapping on them, taking a nap in the back of class, or after football practice.

Olivia: I’m squinting as I’m thinking this over. I don’t really think she’s a morning person? but she sets her alarm for herself and can get up in the morning without the help of her parents unlike Jordan lol. She is the type to set her alarm ten minutes before she actually has to get up so she can get extra time in the comfort of her bed. It takes the girl some time to get ready in the morning okay? Have you seen her hair? It takes time to get it right for how she wants it and she always says she should pick her outfits the night before but she always seems to get side tracked so that never happens which also takes up more of her time. Eventually she almost always makes it downstairs before Jordan does. They DON’T ride to school together, hardly, unless one of them has a issue with their car or something but they’re usually doing their own thing but have some sort of conversation in the morning over breakfast—trying to build the closeness of their relationship back

Liv likes to be on time if she can or just right on time, either or. And if things come up, then she’s a little anxious which she normally is until she’s meeting up with someone she can hold a conversation with. Half of the time there’s no need to be anxious? It’s just there and she hates it despite the lonerism she found herself in

Spencer: I think Spencer can be a light sleeper since he’s used to some sort of noise going on in his house. Plus his room is in the center of where the noise will take place. If it’s too quiet, like it usual was at the baker’s he finds it a little hard to sleep all the way? There has to be something going on for him to fully sleep like the light noise of tv? Or a sound machine. James said he was the same way as a baby, always alert. So when he wakes up in the morning, he always lets out a soft sigh closing his eyes letting the alarm go off for a few more seconds before he smacking it off. He has to get in the shower to fully wake him up tho. If he doesn’t take a shower in the morning then he’s not fully up and if he doesn’t take a shower at night, he knows he’s not going to sleep well either.

If he has to walk Dillon to school, then he doesn’t mind being late. Now that Dillon is getting older he doesn’t mind walking on his own or with a friend or two but being the protector that Spencer is, he’s going to try his best to make time for Dillon no matter what and the boy secretly appreciates it but understands now if it can’t be all the time. Spencer doesn’t have his license so he’s either catching the bus (if he was still going to Beverly, Jordan or Liv would scoop him up ofc) or speed walking to school which he seems to make just in time?? Always.

Layla: I always view her as someone so chipper. She IS a morning person (unless the depression is hitting her hard, some of us have those days) and usually has it together. She’s a big planner and if she doesn’t continue with being a producer like her dad in the future, I can see her being a event planner big time. Anyways she’s usually very organized, outfits steamed and hung up for the week, weekly calendars and reminders in her phone. Alarm’s set since she’s the only one in the house and only has herself to depend on. I feel she does take a lot on her plate for a teenager so she tries her best to follow a routine/schedule most of the time. Wake up. Stretch. Slippers. Robe. She does not check her phone until after she is done taking care of herself! Brush teeth. Shower. Skincare. Get dressed. Does hair. Checks phone on her way downstairs to breakfast. Layla is a açaí bowl or oatmeal kinda girl, fight amongst yourselves. I see it. I manifest it. She always has to have her hands in something and when it comes to breakfast and baking, you can count on her to always make something. It became something she loved since her mom and her always did that together. And she often likes taking the long way to school and the long way back home.

Asher: not a morning person. Never on time unless it’s for football on Saturday mornings. he’s a cereal kinda guy since his dad can’t afford a professional chef anymore. His favorite cereal is probably Rice Krispies with strawberries and wh*le milk or cashew milk if he remembers to buy it from the grocery app. I feel like he would eventually have to get a job his senior year since it’s kind of a struggle with his dad settling into his new job. It’s a big adjustment with his parents divorced and although his mom still slips him money when he see’s her every other weekend, he’s more tired than he ever was before. He’s used to sleeping in cars if he’s not in a king sized bed but can pretty much sleep everywhere. He can sleep through anything and always has multiple loud ass alarms to wake him up since his dad is either gone before he wakes up like before or just about to leave for his new job. He never bothers to wake him anyways. Asher is a grumpy grouch in the mornings and is addicted to ice coffees and loves a good pastry if he can’t have himself some cereal in the morning.

He’s also annoyed if he doesn’t get his cartoon’s in too before school. Don’t bother him until mid-morning, early afternoon if you know what’s good for you.

Coop: if she’s something else when she’s angry what do you think she’s like in the mornings? Annoying either way? Probably lmao. She’s probably a talker in the morning expressing some wild ass dream she had or either how she had a sucky night and couldn’t sleep properly so she was up writing a new song or something. Since she’s dropping out of school, her mornings could probably start later around 11am? Unless her mother is still home and making her get out of bed to run errands with her or clean the house while she’s gone for the day? Either way she’s probably dancing, talking your head off, blasting music as she gets ready, or browsing Twitter as her form of “morning news”

Chris: I get night owl vibes from Chris. Which is more difficult to do in high school, whew! He has to use melatonin spray or cream to help him knock out and if it fully doesn’t help, he’s dragging the next morning once he fully crashes. Sometimes it can be a good morning or it can be a sucky one. Due to his injury, he gets occasional pain in his joints which he keeps a secret from mostly everyone from his team since they were only described as spasms from his doctor. He deals with it even if it freaks him out from time to time. If it’s a sucky morning, he has to wake himself up with a splash of water to the face and then tending to the pain in his joints before carrying on about his day.

I do think he’s on his phone a lot. Before bed, actually watching soothing videos to help him knock out—don’t tell anybody that and then checking his phone again when he wakes up. Which is apparently unhealthy for the mind but hey with technology continuing to take over, what can you do?

Patience: the girl doesn’t care if she’s late or early. All that matters is trying to get through the day. She’s not crazy about getting up early to sit in 7-8 classes a day but if she’s got to do it, then she’s going to take her time. She wasn’t named “Patience” for no reason okay? When it comes to her appearance, she’s going to make sure she puts in the effort because if she looks good then she feels good and can go about her day. Most of the time she takes a quick breakfast with her on her bus ride to school (thanks to her hair not doing what she wanted it to) and then if there’s time heads to the cafeteria to get whatever they’re serving for breakfast there. At least that’s better than the lunch they serve there.

JJ: total morning person! Or if he’s not? You can never tell. The guys always in the best mood. Even if he was out partying and doing too much the night before, the dude is never hungover. Everyone wants to know his secret. And when he tells them, they don’t believe it. He’s usually a slob of a eater but he also knows how to take care of his body and all about his protein shakes and juicing. He definitely has a meal plan that he takes the time to post on his Instagram stories. The guy loves Instagram and is always posting there. If you need positive words of affirmations, JJ is your guy. Check his stories or if you run into him in person he’s all hugs and uplifting you to get through the day. He’s the guy you need around if you need it. If you don’t want to be bothered? Make sure he doesn’t see you and keep your distance because he will tackle you down and turn into DJ Khaled on your ass.

Simone: she hates mornings and thinks it’s cruel to be up five days of the week for. If she physically feels like she can’t get up due to intense studying or up binge watching real housewives or whatever, she knows it the night before and puts her plan into motion the next morning. Her parents are usually always on her ass, especially her mom so it takes a lot of persuading to let her stay home. And it still doesn’t feel like a free day because her mom is checking up on her every hour on the dot from work. She makes it feel like Simone should have just went to school. If the answer is, “there’s nothing wrong with you, you’re going.” Then Simone is definitely in a sour mood. Her dad almost always drives her to school and she checks up on her son every day through socials if she doesn’t message his second mother. Simone’s also not much of a breakfast person but if her dad is making her eat they’re stopping somewhere before he drops her off or encouraging her to take some of whatever dish he made before they leave.

Now? If there’s something on her mind? Then she’s active and stressing over it before she’s talking to someone about it. She’s out getting a light jog on around her gated neighborhood (she’s getting her fitness game back up after deciding to take tennis seriously again) before showering and getting back into bed for at least thirty minutes to forty five before she has to be up for school. Worries erased for now.

Darnell: is a morning person even if he grumbles that he doesn’t care for it. He’s a sunset kinda guy not a sunrise. It’s not much of a issue for him to get up and start the day with a long exaggerated sigh. He’s not as talkative but get something in his belly and he’s bringing up some interesting facts or news about what’s going on with certain celebrities he keeps up with. I also feel like he knows how to cook and breakfast isn’t his speciality but lunch foods are? Grits, eggs, bacon, and jam on toast is his fav thing to eat for breakfast with apple juice. That’s right, apple juice over orange juice no matter what Spence and dil have to say.

His version of appetizers (which are too big of portions but to each their own) are his go to make for lunch. For breakfast if he can’t have his fav meal in the late morning, he always eats light since he says his stomach is too sensitive in the mornings which has been proven to be true...The James’ can vouch for that

Kia: again 50/50. Depends on her night. She’s also someone who is very active in clubs so it all depends when she gets home and how fast she can get things done at home before she can crash. Sometimes she takes a lot on as well but she thrives off it? It makes her feel productive but she also knows how to balance and have free time when she wants to. Her breakfast always consists of fruit, she loves her fruit. And even if she finds herself running late then she quickly adjusts and cuts out what needs to be cut out of her morning routine and get where she needs to be making herself have the time. Which can be good or bad, depends on how you look at it. Kia is great at handling whatever is thrown at her it seems!

Vanessa: Morning person after she’s fully awake lol. Hates how she looks in the morning, thinks her face is too puffy and definitely uses a jade roller no matter what to help. Her mom is always on her ass + she’s a coach so just imagine that on top while struggling to get up. However once she’s settled, she gets this burst of energy—coach montes believes it’s “the vitamins” and “always eating properly” but the small girl always seemed to get random bursts of energy throughout the day no matter the circumstance. loves a food bagel or pastry for breakfast with orange juice or water, either is fine. She especially loves sunny mornings in California, it just makes her feel better—as it should. She even thanks the sun when it greets her face. Which is something she used to do as a kid too.

Fin.

A/N: I apologize for any typos in advance. It’s now 2am, phones about to die and it’s surely time to crash. Goodnight/morning wherever you are in the world and I’ll fix what needs to be fixed later lol. Feel free to send me ask memes for this week if you want when I do have the energy to write. Toodles!