#but he's constantly putting his hand on her shoulder or gently placing his hand on her back to steer her
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1) Three non-romantic duos: Hmmm...brotps I adore would be Jack and Daniel (SG-1), Sam and Daniel (SG-1), and Lune and Matsen (Jade Torch -- is it cheating to use my own book??? xD) If that's cheating, then Sam and Frodo (LotR).
2) A ship that might surprise others: I kinda ship Link x Mipha from BOTW. I like Zelda x Link too, but something about Link x Mipha is just so sweet and tragic. I like that they knew each other for a lot longer than Zelda and Link knew each other.
Let's be real. I don't have a lot of crazy ships. Although, in SG-1, I do ship Vala x Tomin (but I also like Vala x Daniel).
3) Last Song: Shackleton by Adam Young
4) Last Film: My parents and I watched Hitched for the Holidays last night. Very funny romcom with Joey Lawrence. It's a Hallmark movie from 2012, so just before they all got so unbelievably cookie cutter/copy+paste with their plots.
5) Currently reading: Operation Grendel by Daniel Schwabauer
6) Currently watching: The X-Files. I'm nearing the end of season 1. I've never seen it before, and I'm loving it!
7) Currently consuming: Coffee
8) currently craving: idk. I don't have a strong craving for anything right now.
Tagging @aceofstars16 @quiescentdragon @ryeillustrates @accidental-spice @jenniferbrincho (if any of y'all have already done it or already been tagged, my bad--my memory stinks đ
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#i am in a massive stargate phase right now#i almost put john and rodney as the third brotp but i wanted to include something non stargate#and seriously. i am enjoying the x-files SO MUCH!!!!!!!!#the alien episodes are my favorite and i wish there were more of those and fewer of the ghost/spirit ones#but oh well#and can i say? mulder and scully's dynamic is perfection#not just how they trust each other or tease each other but how they physically behave with one another#the acting choices seem very deliberate#mulder wears his heart on his sleeve and i am living for that#and he's big on touch. not in a creepy way at all#but he's constantly putting his hand on her shoulder or gently placing his hand on her back to steer her#so much of it is 100% unnecessary for the scene so it feels like very deliberate acting choice regarding the character#and it doesn't phase scully a bit#even in the first few episodes when they've only known each other a few months or less she has no issue with how familiar mulder acts#again. i need to emphasize---it never comes across as creepy just really cute and tender#i really really like how she is SO TINY compared to him and i think his physicality and protectiveness is emphasized by that#but at the same time he knows she's fully capable#he seems protective of her but not in a demeaning way. not overprotective. just lots of chivalry and honor#that's something that seems totally lost in media today: men who want to protect women just because that's what they should be doing#and women who let them#too many women get bent out of shape when men try to be gentlemen#women have tried to wipe out chivalry and then they turn around and complain about toxic masculinity đ#but mulder is a wonderful gentleman and i love watching him and scully#tagged#sorry for going off in the tags but i've been wanting to rave about this stuff for a few days now xD
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Hey, can write one where rbr!reader and Ollie prank the grid and tell them that Ollie accidentally got her pregnant. Maybe they all have different reactions. Pretty pleaseâĽď¸
Enjoy reading and send some requests!!!
I am currently obsessed with writing driver!reader, so maybe some requests for her or similar to this story.
-xoxo babygirl đ
The greatest prank of all times
The sun had barely risen over the paddock when Y/N and Ollie, full of mischievous energy, hatched their plan. Both young, vibrant, and constantly on the lookout for some fun to break the tension of race weekends, they decided it was time to pull a lighthearted prank on their fellow F1 drivers. It wasnât often the grid got to see the two of them in action, but today was going to be different.
Y/N, the youngest driver on the grid and a star for Red Bull Racing, teamed up with Ollie. They had been best friends for years, their bond often the source of harmless trouble. This time, however, they were aiming for something biggerâa prank the grid would never forget.
They booked a small, private room in the Red Bull hospitality area. It was cozy, with just enough space for a couch, a table, and a couple of chairs. Perfect for their "serious" conversation. Hidden cameras were expertly positioned around the room, capturing every angle without raising suspicion. Theyâd already tested the setup earlier in the morning, making sure every tear and every frantic gesture would be caught on film.
The story was simple yet effective. Y/N would pretend to be distraught, eyes puffy and red as if sheâd been crying all night. Ollie would play the role of the nervous boyfriend, pacing the room, wringing his hands, and muttering apologies under his breath. The "problem"? Y/N was "pregnant," and they didnât know what to do.
To make it believable, they sent text messages to each driver on the grid, tailored to their personalities:
"Hey, I really need to talk to you. It's serious. Can you come to the Red Bull lounge? Please donât tell anyone."
One by one, the drivers were lured into the trap.
Y/N and Ollie ran through the scenario a dozen times before anyone arrived.
"Okay, so youâre crying, and Iâm like, âI donât know what to do!â And then maybe I sit down and put my head in my hands?â Ollie suggested, pacing the room.
âYeah, yeah, and Iâll be like, âIâm so scared!â and then just stare at them for help. They'll definitely freak out!â Y/N added, barely suppressing a laugh.
----
The first text had already been sent, and the countdown began. Y/N dabbed her cheeks with a damp tissue, smearing her mascara slightly to complete the "crying" effect. Ollie threw on a hoodie and deliberately messed up his hair, making himself look as if he hadnât slept.
"Alright, camera rolling?" Ollie asked, glancing at the monitor hidden behind a stack of Red Bull merchandise.
"Rolling," Y/N confirmed, grinning despite herself.
The door creaked open, and the sound of footsteps echoed down the hallway.
âShowtime,â Ollie whispered, shooting Y/N a conspiratorial wink before slumping into character.
The first victim was about to walk in.
----
The door opened slowly, and Lewis stepped into the room, his presence immediately filling the small space. His usual calm and reassuring demeanor was evident as he scanned the room, his eyes softening when he saw Y/N with her head in her hands, shoulders trembling as if she were crying. Ollie, meanwhile, was pacing frantically, his hands running through his hair like a man on the verge of a breakdown.
"Hey, hey, whatâs going on?" Lewis asked gently, closing the door behind him. He moved toward Y/N, lowering himself to her level on the couch. "Y/N, are you okay?"
Y/N sniffled dramatically, her face buried in her hands. She peeked at Ollie from the corner of her eye, who nodded ever so slightly, signaling her to go ahead.
âItâsâ itâs bad, Lewis,â she whispered, her voice shaking.
Lewis immediately placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his tone soft and full of concern. "Itâs okay. Whatever it is, weâll figure it out together. Just breathe, alright?"
Ollie let out a shaky sigh, his pacing picking up. "I messed up, Lewis. I really messed up."
Lewis glanced between the two, his brows furrowing. "What happened? You two are scaring me."
Y/N wiped her eyes dramatically, hesitating for a moment before blurting out, "Iâm pregnant."
Lewis froze, his expression blank for a second as he processed the information. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out immediately. The weight of the news settled over the room like a thick fog.
Then, he took a deep breath, his face softening once more. "Okay. Alright," he said, nodding slowly. "First of all, itâs going to be okay. Both of you, calm down. Weâll figure this out together."
He turned to Y/N, his voice gentle and steady. "Y/N, does anyone else know? Your parents?"
Y/N shook her head, biting her lip. "No. We donât know how to tell them. I donât even know what to do," she mumbled, her voice cracking.
Lewis exhaled, leaning back slightly as he processed the situation. "Alright. Hereâs what I think. You need to talk to them. Theyâll be shocked, sure, but they love you. Theyâll want to help."
Y/N gave a small, hesitant nod, while Ollie finally stopped pacing, standing awkwardly by the couch.
"But listen, Y/N," Lewis continued, looking her directly in the eyes, "this is your decision. Whatever you want to do, itâs your choice, and no one elseâs. Donât let anyone pressure you into anything, alright?"
She nodded again, sniffing.
Lewis then turned his attention to Ollie, his gaze serious but kind. "And you, Ollie. You need to ask yourself something importantâdo you want to be a dad?"
Ollie gulped, glancing at Y/N before muttering, "IâI donât know. I mean, I want to be there for her, but Iâm scared."
Lewis placed a hand on Ollieâs shoulder, grounding him. "Thatâs natural. But if this is happening, you need to be ready to step up. Support her. Be a team. This isnât just about you anymore."
Ollie nodded, looking genuinely thoughtful, even as he fought the urge to crack a smile at how seriously Lewis was taking it all.
"Listen, both of you," Lewis said, his tone resolute. "Whatever happens, Iâm here for you. Youâre not alone in this. Iâll help you figure things out, no matter what you decide. You can call me anytime, alright?"
Y/N let out a small sob, hiding her face again to disguise her laughter. It was Ollie who couldnât hold it in any longer. He burst out laughing, doubling over as the tension in the room snapped like a rubber band.
Lewis looked utterly confused. "Waitâwhatâs happening?"
Through her fake tears, Y/N managed to choke out, "Itâs a prank! Weâre joking!"
The realization dawned on Lewis, and he leaned back, his mouth falling open in disbelief. Then, he started laughing, shaking his head. "You two⌠are terrible. I was ready to call your parents!"
Y/N and Ollie were in hysterics, tears of laughter streaming down their faces.
Lewis stood, hands on his hips, a bemused smile playing on his lips. "I hope you know, youâve got a prank coming your way now."
Even as they laughed, they knew theyâd never forget how kind and supportive Lewis had been.
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The door opened, and Charles stepped into the room, his brow already furrowed with concern. "Y/N? Ollie? Whatâs going on?" he asked, his voice edged with worry as his eyes darted between them.
Y/N sat curled up on the couch, her head down and shoulders shaking as if sheâd been crying for hours. Ollie, meanwhile, was pacing like a trapped animal, muttering under his breath. The atmosphere in the room was heavy, and it immediately put Charles on edge.
âY/N,â Charles said softly, stepping closer. âAre you okay? Did something happen?â
Y/N sniffled dramatically, peeking up at Ollie, who gave her a quick nod to go ahead. She hesitated, biting her lip, and finally whispered, âItâs really bad, Charles.â
Ollie stopped pacing and ran a hand through his hair, letting out an exaggerated, shaky sigh. âWe⌠We donât know what to do, man.â
Charlesâ expression shifted to alarm, his hands fidgeting nervously as he crouched down to be at Y/Nâs level. âOkay, okay. Just tell me. What happened?â
Y/N took a deep breath, her voice trembling as she finally said, âIâm pregnant.â
For a moment, it looked like Charles had been struck by lightning. His face went pale, his eyes wide as he stared at them in disbelief. âYouâre⌠pregnant?â he repeated, his voice barely above a whisper.
Y/N nodded, her lip trembling, while Ollie looked down at the floor, rubbing the back of his neck like a guilty schoolboy.
Charles sat back on his heels, visibly struggling to gather his thoughts. He rubbed his face with his hands, exhaling shakily. âMon Dieu,â he muttered. âOkay⌠Okay.â
After a moment of silence, he stood, trying his best to mask his panic with determination. âItâs⌠Itâs not the end of the world, okay? Itâs hard, yes, but we can figure this out. Youâre both so young, but⌠weâll make it work.â
Charles looked at Y/N with genuine sincerity, his voice soft. âIf you need somewhere to stay, you can live with me. Both of you. My home is open to you.â
Y/N sniffled again, nodding while biting her lip to suppress a smile.
âAnd⌠And I can help, financially, emotionallyâwhatever you need,â Charles continued, pacing now, his hands moving expressively. âThis is big, but youâre not alone. Youâve got me, okay?â
Ollie looked up, his face a picture of fake anguish. âThanks, Charles. That means a lot.â
Charles stopped pacing and turned back to them, his eyes glassy with emotion. âListen,â he said, his voice firm but gentle. âI know this is overwhelming, but itâs also⌠itâs also something to celebrate.â He gestured between them. âNew life. Thatâs something beautiful. Scary, yes, but beautiful.â
Before either of them could respond, Charles stepped forward and pulled them both into a hug, holding them tightly. âYouâre going to be okay. Both of you. Iâll make sure of it.â
Y/N buried her face in his shoulder to stifle her laughter, while Ollie awkwardly patted Charles on the back, barely able to contain his own giggles.
âCharles,â Y/N finally said, her voice muffled.
âYeah?â he replied, pulling back to look at her.
âItâs a prank,â she blurted out, a burst of laughter escaping her.
Charles froze, his jaw dropping as the words sank in. âQuoi?â
Ollie was already doubled over with laughter, and Y/N followed suit, tears streaming down her faceânot from crying but from laughing so hard.
Charles stood there, his face a mixture of shock, betrayal, and relief. âAre you serious? You⌠You scared me to death!â
Y/N gasped for breath, still laughing. âIâm sorry, Charles! We couldnât resist!â
Charles shook his head, a small smile breaking through his initial disbelief. âYou two are unbelievable. I was ready to start building a nursery for you!â
As the laughter died down, Charles joined in, shaking his head at their antics. âYouâre lucky I love you both. But youâd better watch out, because revenge is coming.â
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Oscar opened the door, his brow furrowing at the sight in front of him. Y/N sat on the couch, her head buried in her hands, and Ollie was pacing again, his face a picture of distress. The room was thick with tension, and Oscar could immediately sense that something was wrong.
âOi, whatâs going on?â Oscar asked, his voice laced with concern as he stepped in, looking between the two of them.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes red and her face a mask of fake sadness. She hesitated for a moment, waiting for Ollieâs silent cue. Ollie stopped pacing and gave her a nod.
Oscar stood there, completely bewildered, trying to make sense of what he was walking into. He looked at Y/N, who took a deep breath and said, âOscar⌠Iâm pregnant.â
The words hung in the air, and for a moment, Oscar just stared at her, his mind struggling to process what she had said. His face drained of color, and his eyes flickered over to Ollie, who was now standing silently, looking every bit the panicked figure.
âWait⌠what?â Oscar whispered, taking a small step forward.
Y/N nodded slowly, and Ollie let out a shaky breath, as if the weight of the situation had just hit him all at once.
Oscar sat down on the arm of the couch, placing his head in his hands, clearly shaken. The room was silent except for the faint hum of the ventilation system, and it felt like time had slowed down.
âIâ I donât know what to sayâŚâ Oscar murmured, still processing the shock.
After a few moments, he lifted his head and looked at them both, his voice more steady now, though tinged with concern. âLook⌠whatever happens, everythingâs going to be fine, okay? You two are family, and youâre not in this alone. Iâll help you. Iâll be here for you.â
Oscarâs voice cracked slightly, but he quickly gathered himself. âYou donât have to go through this by yourself. Iâm here, I promise.â
But then, his expression softened as he looked at them, his eyes filled with honesty. âBut... to be real with you, Iâm not sure I know how to help. Weâre all so young, and maybe... maybe we should talk to someone who knows what theyâre doing. Maybe we should ask Mark for help, someone whoâs an adult and can guide us.â
Y/N and Ollie both stared at him, and for a moment, the sincerity in Oscarâs voice seemed to bring them back to the gravity of the situation.
âButâŚâ Oscar continued, his eyes softening as he looked at the two of them. âIâll go with you. Iâll support you. Weâll figure it out together, okay? Because no matter what, weâre friends. And that means we stick together. You donât have to face this on your own.â
Y/N was on the verge of tears, not from distress but from holding back laughter. She could see the genuine concern in Oscarâs eyes, and despite everything, it made the prank feel all the more heartwarming.
Ollie, too, felt a rush of gratitude for his friendâs unwavering support, even if it was all based on a huge misunderstanding.
âOscar,â Y/N said softly, her voice full of emotion, âthank you. I swear weâll make it up to you for scaring you like this.â
Oscar blinked, clearly still trying to make sense of everything, when suddenly the tension snapped. Y/N burst into laughter, and Ollie followed suit, unable to keep it in any longer.
Oscarâs face went from concern to confusion to disbelief. âWait... What?!â
âItâs a prank!â Y/N managed to gasp between laughs. âWeâre just messing with you!â
Oscarâs expression froze, and for a moment, he was completely still, trying to comprehend what was happening. Then, his eyes narrowed playfully, a grin slowly breaking through his initial shock.
âYou two⌠Iâm going to get you back for this,â Oscar said, shaking his head, though a smile tugged at his lips. âI was ready to become a dad! What are you doing to me?â
Y/N laughed even harder, wiping tears from her eyes. âWe thought youâd be the one to react the most seriously, and we werenât wrong.â
Oscar chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. âI canât believe you got me. But seriously, next time you prank me, you better make sure itâs not something that serious. I almost had a panic attack.â
âIâm sorry, Oscar!â Ollie said, still grinning. âWe promise weâll make it up to you!â
Oscar leaned back in his chair, shaking his head in mock disbelief. âYou better, because Iâm never trusting either of you again.â
The room was filled with laughter, the tension of the moment finally broken, and despite the craziness of it all, they knew their bond as friends was stronger than ever.
----
The next one who walked in was Carlos, his usual easygoing demeanor replaced with concern as he noticed the tense atmosphere in the room. Y/N sat on the couch, head down, and Ollie was pacing, his hands nervously running through his hair. It was clear something serious was going on, and Carlos immediately felt a knot form in his stomach.
âHey, whatâs going on? You guys okay?â Carlos asked, his voice filled with genuine concern.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes red and tearful, but there was a flicker of mischief in them that Carlos didnât notice right away. Ollie, on the other hand, was pacing with purpose, his face scrunched up as if he were carrying the weight of the world on his shoulders.
âCarlosâŚâ Y/N began, her voice shaky. âI⌠Iâm pregnant.â
Carlos froze in place, the words hitting him like a punch to the gut. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to process what he had just heard.
âWait⌠what?â Carlos stammered, his mind struggling to catch up. âY/N⌠youâre⌠pregnant?â
Y/N nodded slowly, her face a picture of fake sadness. Ollie stopped pacing, his eyes wide as he looked at Carlos with a mixture of fear and guilt.
Carlos began pacing himself, running his hands through his hair, trying to make sense of the situation. âThis... this is big, Y/N. Youâre so young, and Ollie tooâthis is really serious, you know? You guys⌠this wasnât planned, right? It was careless.â
He paused, looking between them with concern, his voice rising with panic as he spoke. âYouâre too young for this, both of you. What were you thinking?â
Y/Nâs expression faltered, her lip trembling as she struggled to hold back a smile. Ollie, too, looked down, feeling the weight of the words as if they were truly being scolded.
But when Carlos noticed how devastated they lookedâhow broken and unsure they wereâhis steps faltered. He immediately stopped pacing, his hand lowering from his forehead.
âIâm sorry,â Carlos said quickly, his voice softening as he turned toward them. âI didnât mean to upset you. Iâm not mad. I was just⌠shocked. I didnât know what to say at first. I didnât know how to react.â
Y/N looked up at him, her expression vulnerable, and Ollie shifted uncomfortably, his eyes meeting Carlosâ for the first time in what felt like forever.
Carlos took a deep breath, stepping closer to them, his gaze softening. âListen, Iâm still shocked. You guys are so young. I wasnât expecting this. But I will help. I will be there for you both.â
Y/Nâs lip quivered as she looked at him, taking in his words. Carlos kneeled down in front of them, looking each of them in the eyes. âI donât know how to fix this. I donât know how to help exactly. But Iâll be there. Weâll figure it out together. ButâŚâ
He paused, his face showing his own uncertainty. âI still canât believe youâre pregnant, Y/N. Youâre so young⌠this is a huge thing to take on. But⌠if you need anythingâanything at allâIâm here. Iâll support you.â
Ollie let out a shaky breath, still looking down at the floor. âWeâre scared, Carlos. We donât know what to do, and we didnât know who else to turn to.â
Carlos reached out, putting a hand on Ollieâs shoulder, then turning to Y/N with a reassuring smile. âYouâre not alone in this, okay? Youâve got me. But seriously, maybe we need to talk to someone who can help us more. Weâre too young to know how to navigate all this, you know? We need to talk to someone who knows more about this.â
The sincerity in his voice broke through the tension, and Y/N finally let out a small, relieved breath, though her face was still full of fake distress.
Carlos stood up and took a step back, wiping his hand over his face. âAnd Iâll help you talk to your parents if you need me to. Weâll figure it out together, I swear. But⌠I really didnât expect this.â
Y/N couldn't hold it in anymore. She and Ollie both burst out laughing, and Carlos stood frozen for a moment, his mouth falling open in shock.
âWait, what?!â Carlos exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief. âIs this a prank?â
Y/N wiped the tears from her eyes, still laughing. âItâs a prank, Carlos! We were messing with you!â
Carlosâ face slowly shifted from confusion to a mixture of shock and relief. He took a deep breath, shaking his head in exasperation. âYou guys are unbelievable,â he said, the tension melting away as a laugh escaped him. âYou nearly gave me a heart attack.â
âIâm so sorry!â Ollie said between fits of laughter. âWe just had to do it to you!â
Carlos sighed dramatically, but a smile tugged at his lips. âYou two are insane. But seriously⌠next time you want to pull a prank like this, maybe make it a little less⌠real.â
Y/N and Ollie just grinned, still laughing. âWeâll make it up to you, promise.â
Carlos shook his head, chuckling, though he couldnât help but feel a little bit of pride. After all, the two had truly pulled off a masterclass in pranking himâheâd almost believed it.
âYou better make it up to me,â Carlos said with a playful grin. âAnd by the way, when you two start planning your real life decisions, let me know. Iâll give you actual advice then.â
----
Max strode into the room, his sharp eyes scanning the tense scene in front of him. Y/N sat curled on the couch, her head buried in her hands, while Ollie was pacing frantically. Something was clearly wrong, and the heavy atmosphere hit Max immediately.
âWhatâs going on?â Max asked, his voice firm and direct.
Y/N sniffled but didnât answer, and Ollie froze mid-step, turning to look at him with wide, uncertain eyes.
âMax,â Y/N whispered, her voice shaky and small. âI⌠Iâm pregnant.â
The words landed like a bomb. Maxâs face immediately shifted into a mixture of shock and disbelief. His mouth opened slightly, but no words came out as he processed what heâd just heard.
âYouâre what?â Max finally said, his voice sharp.
âPregnant,â Y/N repeated, her voice trembling.
Max stared at her, his eyes narrowing as the weight of the situation settled in. âYouâre kidding, right? This is some kind of joke?â
Ollie shook his head, his voice low. âNo. Itâs real. We donât know what to do.â
Max took a deep breath, his hand dragging over his face as he tried to contain the storm of emotions swirling inside him. âYou two are too young for this! How could you be so careless? Do you even realize what this means?â
Y/N flinched at his words, her lip trembling as she fought to keep her composure.
âYouâre just kids,â Max continued, his voice rising slightly. âDo you even know what it takes to raise a child? This isnât just some small mistakeâitâs life-changing!â
Y/N let out a shaky sob, and Max immediately stopped. His harsh tone softened as he saw how devastated she looked. In an instant, he crossed the room and knelt in front of her, pulling her into his arms.
âHey, hey,â he said gently, wrapping his arms around her and stroking her hair. âIâm sorry. I didnât mean to yell.â
Y/N buried her face in his shoulder, her fake tears muffled by his jacket. Maxâs hold tightened as he whispered, âItâs going to be okay. Iâll help you figure this out.â
He glanced up at Ollie, his expression hardening. âAnd you,â Max said sharply, his tone like a scolding parent. âYou better be ready to step up, Ollie. You canât leave her to deal with this on her own. She needs you to be there for her.â
Ollie nodded quickly, trying his best to look apologetic. âI will, Max. I swear.â
Max sighed, shaking his head. âStupid teenagers,â he muttered under his breath before pressing a kiss to Y/Nâs forehead. He pulled back slightly, looking down at her with a mix of worry and determination.
âYouâre not alone, Y/N,â Max said softly, his hand still stroking her hair. âWeâll figure it out. But⌠I canât believe you two let this happen.â
Y/N sniffled again, barely able to keep the giggles bubbling up inside her from escaping. Ollie bit the inside of his cheek to stop himself from laughing at the sight of Max in full protective mode.
Max looked between them, his brow furrowing. âWhat?â he asked, suspicion creeping into his voice.
âItâs a prank,â Y/N blurted out, laughter finally breaking free.
Max froze, blinking as the words sank in. âA prank?â he repeated slowly, his voice dangerously calm.
Ollie nodded, unable to stop himself from laughing now. âYeah, Max. Itâs a prank.â
Max pulled back, his expression a mixture of relief and exasperation. âYou two are unbelievable,â he muttered, shaking his head. âDo you have any idea how much you scared me? I was ready to adopt the baby myself!â
Y/N and Ollie were laughing uncontrollably now, the tension in the room replaced with giddy energy.
âIâm sorry, Max!â Y/N said between giggles. âWe couldnât resist!â
Max stood, crossing his arms as he looked at them both with mock severity. âYou two are going to pay for this,â he said, though the small smile tugging at the corner of his lips gave him away. âAnd donât expect me to believe you next time you cry wolf!â
Y/N grinned, wiping fake tears from her eyes. âWeâll make it up to you, Max. Promise.â
Max shook his head, his smile finally breaking through. âYou better. And next time you prank someone, donât make it about something that serious. My heart canât take it.â
----
Lando strolled into the room with his usual carefree energy, a playful grin on his face. He immediately noticed the tension in the air, but instead of worry, his first instinct was humor.
âWhatâs going on? You two look like youâve seen a ghost,â he joked, his bright eyes darting between Y/N and Ollie.
Y/N glanced at Ollie, who gave her a subtle nod. Taking a deep breath, she looked at Lando, her voice trembling. âLando⌠Iâm pregnant.â
For a moment, Lando just stared at her, his grin frozen on his face. Then, he burst out laughing, clapping his hands together. âGood one! You almost got me there!â
Y/N and Ollie exchanged a quick look before Y/N shook her head. âLando, Iâm serious. Ollieâs the dad.â
The laughter immediately died on Landoâs lips, his smile fading as he looked at them both. âWait⌠what? Youâre serious?â
Y/N nodded, her face the picture of fake distress.
Landoâs playful demeanor shifted in an instant, his brow furrowing as he processed the situation. âHow did this happen? I mean, I know how, but⌠you guys are so young. What were you thinking?â
Ollie shifted nervously, rubbing the back of his neck. âWe didnât plan this, obviously. It just⌠happened.â
Lando sighed deeply, running a hand through his hair. âAlright. Tell me everything. I need to know exactly whatâs going on before we figure out what to do.â
For the next few minutes, Y/N and Ollie stumbled through their fabricated story, trying their best to keep their composure as they watched Landoâs serious expression. Once they were done, Lando sat back in his chair, his arms crossed as he nodded slowly.
âOkay,â he said, his tone surprisingly calm and measured. âHereâs what weâre going to do. First, tomorrow morning, the three of us are going to the doctor. We need to make sure everythingâs okay with you and the baby, Y/N.â
Y/N blinked in surprise, not expecting Lando to take charge so quickly.
âAfter that,â Lando continued, âweâll go to your parents. Both of you. Iâll come with you when you tell them. Theyâll need to know, and youâll need their support.â
Ollie opened his mouth to protest, but Lando raised a hand to stop him. âNo arguments. Theyâre your parents, and theyâll want to be there for youâeven if theyâre mad at first.â
Y/N and Ollie exchanged a glance, both trying to hide their surprise at how practical Lando was being.
âOnce thatâs done, weâll find a place for you two to live together,â Lando said, his voice growing more determined. âSomewhere big enough for a nursery but close to me so I can help if you need anything.â
Ollie gaped at him. âLando, thatâs⌠a lot.â
Lando ignored him, already deep in thought. âWeâll design the babyâs room together. Iâll help you pick out furniture, decorations, everything. And Iâll go with you to every appointment if you want me there. Iâll even help with the baby when theyâre born. Diapers, bottles, sleepless nightsâyou name it. Weâre in this together.â
By now, Y/N was struggling to keep a straight face. Landoâs level of commitment and detail was far beyond anything sheâd expected.
âLando,â Y/N said, her voice wavering with emotion, âthatâs⌠really sweet of you.â
Lando turned to her, his expression softening. âYouâre my friend, Y/N. And Ollie, you too. Youâre not doing this alone, not if I can help it.â
Ollie scratched the back of his head, looking both grateful and overwhelmed. âWow, mate, I didnât think youâd have a whole plan ready.â
Lando shrugged, a small smile tugging at his lips. âWell, someone has to keep a cool head in this situation. And honestly, itâs kind of exciting in a weird way. A little scary, yeah, but exciting too.â
Y/Nâs lip trembled as she tried to hold back her laughter, but it was too much. She burst out laughing, clutching her stomach as the tension in the room broke.
âLando,â she said between giggles, âitâs a prank! Weâre not actually having a baby!â
Landoâs jaw dropped, and he stared at them both in disbelief. âWait, what? Youâre kidding me, right?â
Ollie joined in the laughter, shaking his head. âNope. It was all a prank. We wanted to see how youâd react.â
Lando slumped back in his chair, letting out a groan. âYou two⌠I canât believe I fell for that. I was already planning your entire future!â
Y/N wiped away tears of laughter. âYou were amazing, though! You had everything figured out!â
Lando sighed, shaking his head, though a small smile crept back onto his face. âYeah, well, donât expect me to go all out like that again anytime soon. Youâve officially used up your prank privileges.â
The three of them laughed together, the air now light and full of warmth. Despite the prank, Y/N and Ollie couldnât help but feel touched by how quickly Lando had stepped up to support them, proving just how much he cared.
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Fernando entered the room with his usual composed yet curious demeanor, his eyes narrowing slightly as he took in the scene before him. Y/N was curled up on the couch, "crying" into Ollieâs shoulder, while Ollie looked up at Fernando with an expression of guilt and desperation.
âWhat happened?â Fernando asked, his voice calm but laced with concern.
Y/N sniffled, pulling back slightly from Ollieâs hold to look at Fernando. âI⌠Iâm pregnant,â she whispered, her voice shaky.
Fernando froze for a moment, his sharp gaze flicking between the two young drivers. His silence stretched for a beat too long, making Y/N and Ollie exchange a brief, worried glance.
Then, to their utter surprise, Fernandoâs face broke into a wide, genuine smile. His entire demeanor shifted, radiating warmth as he stepped closer to them. âThatâs wonderful news!â he said, his voice filled with excitement.
Before either of them could respond, Fernando leaned down and wrapped them both in a strong, reassuring hug. âCongratulations, both of you,â he said, his tone so heartfelt that it momentarily disarmed the pranksters.
When he finally pulled back, his expression softened as he noticed how âscaredâ they looked. Without missing a beat, Fernando sat down on the couch between them, motioning for Y/N and Ollie to sit closer. He gently pulled Y/N to his right side and Ollie to his left, placing a comforting arm around each of them.
âI know youâre scared,â he began, his voice soothing and steady. âBut this is going to be one of the most beautiful experiences of your lives. A new life, a part of you both, is coming into the world. Youâll love that child more than anything elseâmore than racing, more than winning.â
Y/Nâs âtearsâ slowed as she listened, her heart softening at Fernandoâs words despite the prank. Ollie leaned in slightly, his nervous energy fading as Fernando continued.
âYouâll get to watch them grow up,â Fernando said, his eyes shining with a rare tenderness. âTheir first steps, their first words, the way theyâll look at you with so much love and trust⌠Thereâs nothing like it. And youâll give them the world because youâll want nothing but the best for them.â
Fernando paused, smiling warmly at the two of them. âThis isnât something to be afraid of. Itâs something to celebrate. A child will bring you joy, purpose, and a love you never knew was possible.â
For a moment, Y/N and Ollie could almost see the future Fernando was painting for themâa cozy home filled with laughter, the small hands of a child reaching for theirs, and the kind of love that could make anything possible.
Ollie cleared his throat, his voice quieter than usual. âYou really think we could do this?â
Fernando squeezed his shoulder, his smile unwavering. âI know you can. Youâre strong, both of you. And you wonât be alone in thisâyouâll have each other, your families, your friends⌠and me. Iâll be here every step of the way if you need me.â
Y/N glanced at Ollie, her resolve wavering under the weight of Fernandoâs sincere encouragement. Finally, unable to keep up the charade any longer, she let out a small laugh.
âFernando,â she said, wiping her fake tears away, âitâs a prank.â
Fernando blinked, his smile faltering as he processed her words. âA prank?â
Ollie nodded, a sheepish grin on his face. âYeah⌠we wanted to see how youâd react.â
For a moment, Fernando just stared at them. Then, a deep laugh rumbled from his chest, and he shook his head in disbelief. âYou two are unbelievable! You had me going for a moment there.â
âWeâre sorry,â Y/N said, her voice still tinged with laughter. âBut honestly, your reaction was so sweet.â
Fernando chuckled, leaning back against the couch. âWell, when it does happen someday, youâll know exactly what I think about it.â
Ollie grinned. âThanks, Fernando. You were amazing, honestly.â
Fernando waved a hand, still smiling. âJust promise me one thingâwhen you pull your next prank, make it a little less heart-stopping for me, okay?â
The three of them laughed together, the warmth of Fernandoâs words lingering long after the prank had been revealed.
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Yuki walked into the room, his usual curious and slightly mischievous energy in full swing. âWhatâs going on?â he asked, looking at Y/N, who was hunched over, fake crying into her hands, and Ollie, who looked awkwardly guilty while pacing the room.
âYuki, we need to tell you something,â Ollie began, his voice serious.
Yuki blinked, glancing between them. âOkay⌠What is it?â
Y/N sniffled dramatically, wiping her âtearsâ with her sleeve. âIâm pregnant.â
For a moment, Yuki just stared, his head tilting slightly to the side. âHuh?â
âIâm pregnant,â Y/N repeated, trying to sound exasperated but sad.
Yuki squinted, his confusion only deepening. âWait, like⌠for real? Or are you talking about some kind of food baby? You ate too much sushi or something?â
âNo, Yuki!â Ollie interjected, his hands on his hips. âSheâs actually pregnant.â
âOh,â Yuki said, nodding slightly, but his expression was still blank. âOkay⌠so, um⌠what do you want me to do about it?â
Y/N let out a frustrated sigh, looking at Ollie for help. Ollie sat down beside her, trying to maintain the act. âYuki, itâs serious. Y/N is having a baby, and Iâm the dad.â
This only seemed to confuse Yuki more. He blinked rapidly, his eyebrows knitting together. âWait, youâre the dad?â
âYes, Yuki,â Ollie said slowly, as if explaining to a child. âIâm the dad.â
Yukiâs brow furrowed further as he processed this information. âOkay⌠but whoâs the dad?â
Ollie groaned, rubbing his temples. âMe. Iâm the dad, Yuki.â
Yuki looked genuinely puzzled, glancing at Y/N and then back at Ollie. âBut⌠how? Youâre, like, just⌠Ollie.â
At this point, Y/N let out a frustrated laugh, breaking character. âYuki, what do you mean, âjust Ollieâ? How do you not get this?â
Yuki shrugged, looking completely unbothered. âI donât know. Itâs just weird. Are you guys pranking me or something?â
Y/N and Ollie exchanged a glance before collapsing onto the couch across from Yuki, utterly defeated. âYes, Yuki,â Y/N said with a sigh. âItâs a prank.â
Yukiâs face lit up. âOh! Okay! That makes way more sense.â He stood up, stretching casually. âYou shouldâve just said that from the beginning. Anyway, Iâm going to get a snack. Let me know if you need help with, uh, whatever.â
With that, Yuki walked out of the room, leaving Y/N and Ollie staring after him, dumbfounded.
âHe didnât get it at all,â Ollie muttered, shaking his head.
âNope,â Y/N agreed, slumping back against the couch.
From down the hall, Yukiâs voice echoed back to them. âYou guys are weird!â
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Franco stepped into the room with a concerned expression, immediately sensing something was off. His eyes darted between Y/N, who was "crying" into her hands, and Ollie, who was pacing nervously with a hand in his hair.
âWhatâs going on?â Franco asked, his voice laced with worry as he moved closer. âAre you two okay? Did something happen?â
Y/N sniffled dramatically, looking up at him with red-rimmed eyesâan excellent fake cry performance. âFranco⌠Iâm pregnant.â
Franco froze, his eyes going wide. He opened his mouth to say something but immediately closed it again, clearly unsure how to react. âWait⌠are youâlike, seriously? For real?â
Ollie nodded solemnly, stopping his pacing. âYeah, and⌠Iâm the dad.â
âOh, my god,â Franco breathed, his hand coming up to cover his mouth. He took a step closer to them, his nervous energy bubbling over. âOkay, uh⌠okay. Are you happy? Are you scared? Sad? IâI donât know how to feel right now. What about you guys?â
Y/N hiccupped, pretending to be on the verge of another sob. âWe donât know what to do, Franco. Weâre so youngâŚâ
Franco immediately crouched down in front of her, his hands hovering nervously as if he wanted to comfort her but wasnât sure how. âHey, hey, itâs okay,â he said quickly, his tone soft and motherly. âDeep breaths, Y/N. Deep breaths. Itâs going to be okay. You too, Ollieâdeep breaths.â
Ollie blinked in surprise. âFranco, youâre the one freaking out.â
Franco ignored him, pulling a chair close and sitting down, his knee bouncing anxiously. He clasped his hands together, his knuckles turning white as he tried to gather his thoughts. âAlright, listen. This is big. Itâs huge. But weâre going to figure it out. Youâre going to figure it out.â
He glanced between them again, his gaze softening. âLook, this is scary, but itâs also⌠kind of amazing, right? A new life! Butâwait, no, sorry, I donât want to freak you out more,â he added quickly, shaking his head. âAre you happy about this? Or scared? Or both? You donât have to answer if you donât want to. Oh god, Iâm not helping, am I?â
Y/N bit her lip to keep from laughing, shaking her head. âNo, Franco, youâre helping,â she said, her voice quivering with fake emotion.
Franco exhaled in relief, reaching over to pat her hand awkwardly. âOkay, good. Thatâs good. So, uh⌠first thingâs first: donât panic. Take deep breaths. Have you thought about telling your parents? Or⌠no, no, wait, one thing at a time. Iâm sorry, Iâm justâŚâ He ran a hand through his hair, visibly flustered. âIâm freaking out for you. But youâre going to be okay, I promise.â
Y/N and Ollie exchanged a quick glance, barely holding back their laughter as Franco continued to fret over them like a worried parent.
Finally, Y/N couldnât take it anymore. âFranco,â she said gently, reaching out to touch his hand.
He looked up at her, his face a mix of concern and determination. âYeah?â
âItâs a prank,â she said, unable to hold back a laugh.
Franco blinked, his brain taking a second to catch up. âA⌠prank?â
Ollie nodded, his grin sheepish. âYeah. We just wanted to see how youâd react.â
For a moment, Franco just stared at them, his jaw slightly slack. Then he let out a groan, leaning back in his chair and covering his face with his hands. âAre you serious? You two put me through all that for a prank?â
Y/N burst out laughing, reaching over to pat his arm. âFranco, you were amazing. Seriously, you were so sweet.â
Franco peeked at her through his fingers, a small, embarrassed smile tugging at his lips. âYeah, well, next time maybe prank someone who doesnât care as much.â
Ollie clapped him on the shoulder. âYou care too much, mate. But thatâs why we love you.â
Franco groaned again, though his smile lingered. âYouâre both lucky I love you too. But donât ever do that to me again!â
The three of them laughed together, the tension melting away as Franco finally relaxed, shaking his head at the duoâs mischievous antics.
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The press conference room was abuzz with the usual pre-event chatter. Reporters settled into their seats, armed with notebooks, voice recorders, and cameras, ready to pepper the drivers with questions. But the atmosphere shifted when Y/N and Ollie walked in.
Y/Nâs eyes were red and puffy, as though sheâd been crying for hours. Her shoulders were hunched, her body language radiating nervousness. Ollie, on the other hand, had an almost frantic energy, his leg bouncing as he sat down next to her. Yet, he kept a hand on her back, rubbing soothing circles and leaning in every so often to whisper something comforting.
The other drivers on the panel���fully in on the prankâexchanged knowing glances, some biting their lips to keep from laughing. Lewis had to clear his throat and look away, Max pretended to be overly focused on his water bottle, and Lando barely managed to keep a smirk off his face.
It didnât take long for the reporters to notice that something was off.
âY/N,â one of them finally asked, leaning forward, âare you alright? You look upset.â
Y/N sniffled audibly, looking down at the table as though gathering herself. Ollie leaned closer, whispering something inaudible, which only seemed to make the situation more curious.
Another reporter jumped in. âOllie, is everything okay with Y/N? You seem⌠tense.â
The tension in the room became palpable as reporters shifted in their seats, sensing a story. Finally, Y/N lifted her head, her voice shaky as she spoke. âWe⌠we werenât planning on talking about this today, butâŚâ She paused, looking at Ollie, who nodded solemnly.
Ollie took over, his voice steady but filled with a faux nervous edge. âY/N and I⌠we just found out sheâs pregnant.â
The room erupted.
Gasps, hurried whispers, and the frantic clicking of cameras filled the air as reporters scrambled to process the bombshell.
âWhat does this mean for your career, Y/N?â
âOllie, how are you going to support her through this?â
âDid Red Bull know? Whatâs the teamâs response?â
Y/N buried her face in her hands, and Ollie leaned closer to shield her from the barrage of questions, murmuring fake reassurances like, âItâs okay, weâll get through this.â
The other drivers played their parts to perfection.
Fernando leaned forward with a supportive nod. âWeâre here for them, of course.â
Charles shook his head solemnly. âItâs a difficult situation, but theyâre strong.â
Lando, biting his lip to keep from laughing, muttered, âYeah, weâll all be there for them.â
Max, perhaps enjoying the chaos a bit too much, smirked and added, âItâs a bit shocking, isnât it? But these things happen.â
The questions only grew louder, reporters tripping over one another to get their takes. But then Y/N, who had been trying to âcompose herself,â let out a small snort of laughter. Ollie followed suit, and within seconds, both of them were doubled over, laughing uncontrollably.
The reporters froze, staring in confusion. âWhatâs so funny?â one finally asked.
Lando couldnât hold back any longer, bursting into laughter. Fernando chuckled, Charles shook his head with a grin, and even Max let out an amused huff.
Y/N finally managed to speak through her laughter. âItâsâitâs a prank! Weâre not pregnant!â
The room went silent for a moment before an uproar of disbelief and groans erupted from the reporters. Some laughed along, shaking their heads, while others looked like theyâd been played harder than ever before.
Ollie grinned, leaning into the microphone. âSorry, we couldnât resist. The reactions were too good.â
The other drivers laughed harder, with Fernando adding, âYou shouldâve seen your faces!â
Within hours, clips from the press conference flooded social media, from Y/Nâs dramatic performance to Ollieâs earnest act and the reportersâ chaotic reactions. The prank went viral almost immediately, with fans and media outlets alike praising the creativity and humor of it all.
âY/N and Ollie: F1âs Ultimate Prankstersâ trended worldwide, with the prank cementing itself as one of the most memorable moments of the season. Even the reporters, though initially annoyed, couldnât help but laugh at themselves once the dust settled.
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baby finn series, reminiscing
lando norris x wife!mom!reader
series masterlist
summary - adjusting to life with a newborn and toddler, you and your husband reminisce on the easier, more fun, and even hotter times. Â
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you softly stroked the light hair on top of baby lolaâs head as she laid in your arms, the quiet hum of your tv in the background, and the distant domestic sounds of lando in your en suite readying himself for bed casting a sweet lullaby onto your peaceful state. you were sitting tucked into your bed, rocking lola gently back to sleep after sheâd eaten, preparing to transfer her into the bassinet that stood next to you. you didnât move her just yet, knowing her father would want a few baby cuddles before you both called it a night.Â
finn had gone down easy tonight, something that shifted since eleanor was born as he never enjoyed bedtime, but your husband and you joked that he was just as exhausted by her as you two were. and even though the tiredness flooded the house, the adoration and appreciation of your new addition was even stronger.Â
finn absolutely loved being a big brother, excitedly shouting out to anyone he could that his baby sister was the best baby in the world. you and lando took that as a parenting win, definitely easing your doubts that he wouldnât enjoy the shared attention, yet you were raising a patient and well-mannered boy. you were constantly giving him gentle reminders of sharing and kindness, something that he for sure carried with him.Â
âsheâs not down yet?â lando whispers to you, leaving the bathroom and clicking the light off as he softly climbs into the bed.
âshe is,â you respond, âjust thought youâd want some lola love before i put her down,â you giggle.
âyou know me too well, baby, itâs almost scary,â he replies, reaching over to take the one month old from your hold.Â
âme? scary?â you whisper to him in mock offense, âi could never,â
âhmm, what about when i came home that one night so drunk i could barely stand?â
âwell i was seven months pregnant with finn and at an emotional high so donât blame me, blame the hormones,â
âyour hormones are off the charts when youâre pregnant,â he chuckles with a light, playful jab to your side.Â
âwell you act like youâve got pregnancy hormones when youâre not happy after a race,â you joke back in playful banter.Â
âtouche, my love, touche,â
âit was a different time when i was pregnant with finn, wasnât it?â you slowly admit, now leaning on your husband next to you, head tucked onto his shoulder.
âit really was, far different than with lola,â he agrees, leaning down to place a kiss to the top of your head, âquieter for sure,â
âmuch,â you laugh, âi feel like we were just so young back then,â
âthatâs because we were,â he laughs with you, âwe were twenty-two and only six months married,â
âand everyone had already told us we were too young to have been married-â
âthen we popped out a kid barely a year in,â he swiftly finished your thought with another giggle.Â
âi wouldnât change it for the world,â you sigh, bringing your hand up to caress eleanorâs soft cheek.
âneither would i,â lando sighs, âbut i do miss the constant sex,â
âlando!â you quietly scold, gesturing towards the sleeping baby in his arms.
âwhat? sheâs asleep! and i do miss it!â he bites back in defense.
âyeah i guess i do too,â you chuckle, âwe used to be like bunnies while we were dating and before finn,â
âdo you remember that time at the hotel in brazil? we were freshly engaged and i had done well in quali?â
âhow could i forget?â
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your back was up against the outside of your hotel door, lando assaulting your neck with his lips as his hands kept attempting to retrieve his key.
âbaby, just use mine,â you let out in a breathy moan, gesturing to the purse on your shoulder.
ân-no, iâve got it here somewhere,â he grunts out, letting you go and taking a closer look through his wallet, âah, here it is,â he holds it up as if its a trophy of its own, swiping it over the lock and pushing you both through.
your lips meet his feverishly, as if they were what you needed to survive, and his own were taking dominance quickly. you both were love drunk on each other, hands repeatedly roaming one another, constantly moving to bring each other closer.
a small but quick tap to your ass signals you to jump, lando catching you with ease as he walks the both of you over to the bed. he lays you down gently, crawling over you with purpose as his lips land back onto your neck.
âfuck, lan,â you let out, wrapping your legs around his waist, eagerly pulling him closer.
âsomeoneâs needy,â he teases, yet complies, rocking his clothed hips over your own in order to settle you just a bit.Â
âalways for you,â you sigh, causing him to groan and grasp at the bottom of your shirt.
âtake this off,â he grunts out in his husky, strong voice, the voice reserved for moments like these. you do as he says, whipping off your shirt in one swift motion, and allowing him to unclasp your bra quickly.Â
âyour turn,â you tut, pulling on the hem of his own shirt, aiding him in the removal of it. his hands cascade down your body, knowing every crook and crevice like the back of his own hand. he kneads, pushes, and massages each part of your delicate frame, always knowing exactly what makes you tick.Â
âfuck, baby,â you sigh, pushing your chest up into his own.
âya like that, y/n? like when i touch you like that, baby?â
âfuck, yes, lan,â
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âthat was a night for sure,â lando sighs at the memory, âi had you wrapped around my finger,â
âyou did,â you hum, âyou still do,âÂ
âi know i do,â
âdonât let your head get too big baby, remember that night after mclarenâs christmas party?â
âwell how could i forget that?âÂ
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âshit- y/n, feels so good baby,â lando squeaks out, his hands holding your hair into a makeshift ponytail as your entire throat closed around his dick. he was sitting on the edge of your bed, you on your knees right in front of him, âdonât stop baby- please, i-iâm close,â
with that you popped your mouth off of him, hearing his whimper at the loss of contact.Â
ây/n, baby i was-â
âso close, i know,â you finish for him, climbing up his body, your legs land on either side of his as you bring your dress up to your hips and push your panties to the side, âbut tonight, you finish inside of my pussy, not my mouth,â you whisper into his ear.
âfuck, y/n, youâre going to be the death of me,â he swallows deeply and lets out a guttural moan as you begin to push your entrance down onto the tip of his cock.Â
âshh, lan,â you kiss his lips, âiâm in control here, remember?â
âyes, baby,â he whimpers out as you continue your journey to the base, reaching around behind you, your fingers find his balls, giving them gentle squeezes as he tries his best not to make a sound.Â
âgood job, lan,â you whisper, kissing his neck as you watch him squeeze his eyes shut, ânuh uh,â you tsk, âeyes on me, baby,â his eyes open swiftly, bloodshot and hungry as he watches you bounce, his release coming quickly.
âi-iâm gonna cum,â
ânot yet, lan, you can hold it for me,â
âi-i c-canât,â
âyou can, baby, you can,â
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âshit, that was amazing, y/n,â lando laughed as you both recounted the night.
âit was,â you laughed with him, reaching over to take lola out of his arms and place her into the bassinet, âweâve had plenty of fantastic nights like that,â
âsuch as making this one,â lando nods over to little eleanor, as you crawl back into his embrace, ânow that was a good night,â he emphasizes as his hands roam down to your hips, pulling you into him tighter as you both get comfortable in bed.
âthat was an unforgettable night,â
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âthanks, mate, again for letting him sleepover tonight,â lando says to max fewtrell, nodding down to little finn and his suitcase - who was jumping with excitement to spend a night with his godfather.
âof course, mate, yâknow i love the little guy,â he laughs, âplus you and y/n need some time together, youâve been too uptight recently,â
âoh shut it,â lando laughs off, heading back a few steps to his and yours apartment, across the hall from maxâs.
âjust donât be too loud making a second, your first is only a wall away,â he jokes and lando just sticks his tongue out and shuts your apartment door.Â
âbaby?â lando calls out to you throughout the now quiet home, âfinnâs all set over at maxâsâ
âin here!â you call back to your husband.Â
the two of you had planned a special night in, opting for a quiet dinner at your place in order to avoid paparazzi and enjoy the ability to act on the drowning desire you had for each other. as lando stepped into the kitchen, his eyes raked over your body shamelessly, watching you finish plating up the food, âhere you are, lan,â you sigh, handing him his fixed plate and nodding towards the table, âfancy a seat?â
âwould prefer you on my lap as we eat, my love,â he chuckles out, âyou look amazing,âÂ
you had decided to still dress up, wanting to wear something other than the travel clothes or work clothes that had been adorning your body the past few weeks - needing your own boost of self-confidence in your best dress.Â
âthank you, baby,â you waltz over to him, placing a gentle kiss to his lips, âyou donât look too bad yourself,â lando was in an easy white button up and dark trousers, taking your breath away regardless of what he wore - and he felt the same about you.Â
âmm, thank you,â his hold was firm on your hips, the one hand that held his plate now had discarded it onto the counter before him and traded it for your waist as he furthered the kiss, âi canât wait to have you all to myself tonight,â he whispered into your lips, your fingers lacing themselves around his neck.
âmaybe we should just skip the dinner,â you hum, continuing to softly kiss your husband, âtake ourselves to the bedroom,â lando groans at the thought, but quickly tenses up.
âbut, love, you spent all this time on the food-â
âfuck the food,â you cut him off, lips now traveling to his neck, âi want something else for dinner,â
âfuck baby,â he grunts, not a second later you are hoisted up into his hold, the both of you heading back into your bedroom. he lays you onto the bed, fast to remove his shirt as your dress followed a close second on your bedroom floor, âya make me crazy, y/n,â lando speaks into your neck as he trails his kisses lower, âabsolutely mad,â
your moan is the only response able to muster out as his kisses reach the waistband of your panties, his fingers already beginning their dance along your clothed slit.
âalready so wet for me, baby,â you feel his hot breath along your body at his words and your back begins to arch off the bed.Â
âplease, lan,â you whimper out as he continues to stroke and kiss your already squirming body.
âmm, please what baby?â he chooses to tease in return, your panties now off and his lips begin their track down to your sensitive bud.
âplease do something, lando,â with that direction from you, his lips are connected to your heat in a split second, your hands grasping at the bedsheets to find some sort of stability, âneed you inside me baby,â you whimper out, bucking your hips up into his mouth.Â
âbut iâm just getting started, love,â lando breathes out before venturing back to your pussy.
âwe have all night, lan,â you remind him, softly grabbing at his head as a glistening smirk appears on your husband's face, âall night,â you emphasize, bringing his lips down to your own as his hands work to remove his pants.Â
âmm, i love you so much, y/n,â he speaks into your lips, his pants and briefs now flown across the room as his rock hard member is pushing against your inner thigh.
âi love you too, lando, so much,â your breathe out, a hand of yours coming down to stroke him a few times before he aids you in lining up to your entrance.
âready, love?â he asks gently, hovering over your body as his left hand comes to push some strands of hair away from your face.
âalways, baby,â you reply, letting out a deep moan as he pushes into your soft folds and through your entrance. lando moans with you, one of his hands holding himself up while the other reaches to wrap around your neck.
ââs beautiful,â he grunts out as his pace quickens and he watches your face of pleasure under him.Â
ââs good,â you reply, your hands wrapping around his broad back in an attempt to pull him closer and deeper than he already is.Â
âfuck, y/n, âm not gonna last long,â he whines out, feeling your own release coming as your walls continue to clench around his cock.Â
âme neither,â you moan, your lower tummy getting hot as you try your best to hold on, âweâve got all night, remember?â
âall night, baby,â lando replies, âya gonna cum with me, hmm?â
âfuck, lan, âm gonna cum soon,â you pant, your nails now beginning to scrape down his back at your need.
âf-fuck, cum with me, y/n,â his pace gets sloppier and his face contorts, letting you know you can let go. youâre a writhing mess underneath him as he grunts in your ear, feeling his seed begin itâs warm travel into your body as your own coats his dick. his body collapses on top of you and you feel his sweet kisses on your neck as you both nurse your comedown.Â
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âi canât believe max was right about that night,â lando chuckles at the memory and realization.
you laugh with him before replying, âhow did he even find out?â
âoh, he did the math,âÂ
âonly fewtrell,â you giggle with your husband, bodies tangled together and beautiful memories replaying in both of your minds. if anyone doubted your love, even after two little pieces of evidence had crawled their way out of your body, you would tell them about these nights. the nights where everything and everyone was quiet - except you two. tangled in cozy sheets, making each other relentlessly laugh, and soft kisses proving your adoration for the other.Â
âhow about a recreation of that night, baby?â lando nudges his nose against your face, silently asking for a kiss, and you comply with ease. your lips mold together as they were made for each other - and part of you believes they were - as his hands trail down and around your body.Â
your own hands begin to make their way up his neck and to his hair, soft tugs to indicate just how good he always made you feel. his own gentle squeezes to your ass are his own indication and praise to your work. just as lando rolls to be on top of you, a quick pitter patter of tiny feet down the hall and towards your door alert the both of you that company would be arriving.
your husband drops one last kiss down to your lips with a small eye roll and a quiet, âi really miss the constant sex,â before he makes his way over to the door, opening it to find finn at his feet, âand what are you doing here, mister?â
âcanât sweep, dada,â finn says with a yawn, while rubbing his eyes as he looks up at his father.
âcâmere,â lando sighs, picking up the small boy and bringing him over to you, âjust for tonight, bubs,â
âyou said that last night,â you remind your husband with a giggle, pulling finn into your hold under the blankets as he proceeds to get comfortable.Â
âwhatever,â lando lets out in a playful groan, wrapping his arms around you and finn.Â
even though you both did miss the constant sex, you wouldnât trade this for the world. going to sleep on a peaceful night, with your two babies snug right in your arms.
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Imagining San as a father
imagine,, i will never let go of girl dad! ateez, warnings: none?/ girldad! san/ fem reader/ mostly scenarios/ the child is referred to as "baby"/ comfort masterlist
It was kind of an unexpected pregnancy but anticipated nonetheless
San was lowkey more excited about it than you were.
Bought matching beanies for the three of you, mostly ones with cat ears.
Gets pouty when you cuddle your pregnancy pillow more than him
"Come here, you never cuddle me anymore," he mutters, trying to pull you closer.
You shrug him away. "No, youâre too warm."
He pouts. "I thought you liked my warmth..."
You never get the chance to complain about being uncomfortable or in pain because San is always absentmindedly massaging your shoulders, back, feet, or honestly any part of your body.
One afternoon, he finds you on the rocking chair, gently patting the baby's back while blinking hard, trying to stay awake. The last few days have been especially exhausting with the newborn.
He steps into the nursery and gingerly took the baby from your arms and into his, lightly rocking her. He whispers, "Did you shower yet, hon?" You shake your head whilst yawning. San nods towards the door. "C'mon, I'll help you. Let me just put her down first."
San helps you up, might even carry you to the bathroom if you're too tired. He starts a bath, setting the water to your favorite temperature, adding your favorite soaps and scents, and helps you undress. He scrubs your body and helps you dry off.
"Ah, I forgot to bring your pajamas."
You shake your head. "One of your shirts is fine." So he brings you the shirt he knows you love. He'll tuck you into bed and leaves a glass of water on the nightstand. It's still a bit too early so he stays up in case he's needed by the baby or you and cleans up the house a bit.
Has a habit of placing his finger under baby's chin and saying 'ah' when feeding her
Wooyoung is, of course, the godfather. Has no sense of what privacy is and will absolutely barge into your home to see the baby(he made several copies of your house keys).
The both of you are nervously getting ready for your first date since before the baby was born. It'll be your first time alone together in what felt like ages.
San is holding the phone to his ear with his shoulder when he asks Wooyoung, "What time are you getting here?"
"Oh, I'm in your living room right now." He hears a distant scream, followed by a smack, loud and clear through the phone speaker. "Hey! You hit me! Your wife hit me!"
San laughs. "Serves you right! That's the third time this week you've snuck in."
Once it's time to go, you almost have to drag him out the door.
He's anxious while on the date, constantly checking his phone while you reassure him that "Everything will be fine, the baby is in good hands. Woo practically acts like he was the one who carried her for nine months anyway."
"This is the longest we've been away from her."
"She's fine, look." You show him the footage from the baby monitor. "She's asleep and Wooyoung is right there like we told him to be."
San eventually gets over this anxiety and calls up Wooyoung for help whenever parenting and life get a bit stressful.
Of course, Woo will gladly babysit while San takes you out to your favorite places to eat(fancy clothing is optional, he just wants the both of you to finally relax and enjoy each other).
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San is a patient father. And can also be clingy, of course. Gets random urges to repeatedly kiss baby's face and tell her how much he loves her, even when she's trying to push him away.
Holds baby in his arms whenever possible.
Cries when he has to go back to work and rushes home as soon as the day is over. When he comes home, he gives you a quick kiss before immediately snatching baby out of your arms, giving her kisses all over her face and tiny knuckles. "Did you miss me? Oh, I missed you so much."
Reading aloud to baby while she laid on your chest is one of your favorite things to do. One night, San walks past the door only to stop, drawn by your soft voice. He pokes his head in the room and you notice, nodding at him to come in. He sits on the floor in front of you and massages your feet and legs as he listens to you read.
Teaches baby taekwondo and even convinced you to join, creating a new family activity :(
Will softly sing to her if she starts getting fussy. If itâs a song baby recognizes, she sings along until she eventually falls asleep. And of course, you secretly recorded all of that with the cheesiest smile on your face.
San loves planning family picnics. Wants baby to be around nature as much as possible. Dare I say.. he prohibits the use of too many electronics at home and wants baby to learn a skill and be physically active
San is very big on enforcing good manners and respect. Things like 'please' and 'thank you', proper greetings, helping others, etc.
"Ah-ah, what do we say? Good job, baby."
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Gets pouty when baby runs to you or Woo instead of him. But youâll secretly whisper to baby, âGo hug papa and tell him you love him, go, go.â And she runs off giggling to San whoâs hiding his face in his hands, fake sobbing. Her tiny hand pulls at his bigger ones and he'll trap her in his arms. "Ha ha, I got you now." :(((
Baby definitely gets scaredy cat tendencies from her father lol
The three of you were in the living room watching a movie when you heard something hit the ground near the kitchen. The movie was immediately paused. "Did you hear that? What was that?" San hurriedly asks.
"Nothing serious, you probably didn't place the broom back correctly in its holder." You stand up, ready to head to the kitchen when you felt San grab your wrist.
"Wait, what if it's a ghost?"
"A GHOST!?" Your daughter clings to your just as terrified husband, almost on the verge of tears.
You stroke baby's cheek with your thumb. "No baby, your father is just being dramatic...like always. Those muscles of his are useless. Do you wanna come with me to see?"
She nodded, apprehensive, and allowed you to carry her on your hip. Not wanting to be left alone, San trailed closely behind you, keeping his hands on your waist.
As soon as you walked into the kitchen, your foot met with the end of the broomstick. "Ha! See, I told you guys! Can you put the broom back, San?" Right as he bends down to pick up the broom, you run back into the living room, laughing at San's panicked babbling while clutching your daughter.
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Baby comes running in the bedroom wearing San's t-shirt(which she found while rummaging through the hamper for whatever reason), the fabric dragging behind her. The sleeves of his shirt covering baby's entire arm except the tippy tips of her fingers. She excitedly runs towards San but trips over the fabric, landing on her belly on the rug.
San gasps, but tries not to react too strongly so that baby doesn't freak out. Helps her up and asks if she's hurt, but she giggles and shakes her head. "Look!"
His heart melts at the sight of his daughter being engulfed in his shirt. She can hardly take a step without stumbling right into him.
When baby is sick, heâll hold her in his arms for as long as she wants and is constantly rubbing her arms or back and asking if sheâs okay or if she needs anything.Â
Will have 'fancy' tea parties with his daughter, with you and a few stuffed plushies as guests. Proper attire must be worn (clip on earrings paired with a bow or crown). Allows baby to give him a makeover: painted his nails, spiked his hair with a ton of gel, makeup.
Will ask baby for opinion on his outfit.
"How do I look?"
"Old." She giggles. You're sitting beside her, covering your mouth, trying not to burst out laughing.
His jaw drops. "OLD!?" He looks to you for help, but you avert your eyes. "In what world do I look old?! You know, growing older is a privilege and one should be grateful for-"
"It was just a joke! Why do you have to turn everything into a lesson?"
"I'm never asking for your opinion again. Tsk, 'old'."
He acts like the comment didn't affect him much, but he pouts for the rest of the week.
a/n: next dad fic might be hongjoong..im a lil sleep deprived so i hope this isnt bad lol
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Hi!! I was wondering if you could please write a Paul x reader where the reader is super pregnant and is hungry all the time and eats the most random stuff and the pack teases her about it until Paul puts his foot down and tells them to back off
Thank you! Iâm really enjoying the study of wolvesđ¤
Hi lovely anon, thank you for this sweet request - I had a lot of fun writing it. I hope you enjoy it as much as I do x
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There was no doubt who this baby belonged to, even in the womb. Since a few months into your pregnancy youâd been insatiably hungry, snacking continuously. Paul had always been the same, of course his excuse was his shifting. Unfairly that meant he got super hearing and strength while you needed to pee constantly and had nausea that rudely didnât limit itself to the morning. So constant eating wasnât an issue, it was the cravings that were becoming a hassle.
Paul, being a secret softie, had tried to cater to your every whim. Whether it was chocolate covered zucchiniâs or melted cheese topped ice cream, he kept the judgement to a minimum. However these odd cravings did often lead to late night trips to the nearest 24 hour store located in Forks, a forty minute round trip. One particularly bad evening had him chauffeuring you 70 miles at 3am to Port Angeles, purely for a a chocolate milkshake and fries that got dipped into it. It was a miracle the machine wasn't broken.
But while Paul was nothing but accomodating, it couldn't always be said for the rest of his pack mates. Eating a hot dog with raspberry jam caused Jared to make vomiting noises. Adding leftover mash potato to a smore prompted Quil to question whether you needed a visit to a psychologist. Even sweetheart Seth made a quip that your cravings seemed like ingredients to a witches potion. Which was probably fair, as you munched on a buttered bread covered with rosemary.
But one comment, made sitting around Emily and Sam's dinning table took it too far.
Sitting with what to you seemed like a delightful combination of peanut butter and hot sauce bagels topped with orange slices, it was enough to elicit a groan.
"This seems to be getting way beyond normal now. I'm beginning to wonder if you are actually having these cravings or if you just like to make everyone else uncomfortable!" Jacob declared jokingly, but with your out of control emotions it was enough to stop you mid bite and feel shame.
"Right? I think next she'll just eat straight from the trash, it's not like she is far off!" Laughed Quil, causing laughter around the table.
Your eyes watered as you choked out "I'm sorry,"
"No, don't you dare apologise." Paul stated, gently placing his hands on your shoulders. "It's these morons who have no right to be teasing you." Turning to address the pack he gave them a hard stare. "You are all being absolute dicks. She's trying to survive extreme changes to her body, something we should be particularly understanding about, but instead your being rude and judgemental. If you all don't get your shit together and start being supportive then I will absolutely see if beating some sense into you in wolf form will help the process,"
The next evening you were all once again sitting around the dining table. The pack, showing their support, were all eating your newest and rather tame craving - chocolate covered bacon.
Sam got everyones attention and raised his fork in a toast "To our newest pack member,". The rest of the pack raised their own cutlery and echoed the sentiment.
This time the tears in your eyes were from happiness.
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ghostfaces jealous
pairing: billy loomis, stu macher, mickey altieri, roman bridger, jill roberts, charlie walker, ethan landry, quinn bailey x fem!reader
warnin: jealous, mention of murder, possible dark themes
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ BILLY LOOMIS
basically he is very patient, he trusts you and knows that you will never replace him with anyone. so, he is calm. he is always calm, in any situation.
but if this man starts to get physical, anger starts to get the better of billy and he noticeably frowns and the corners of his lips turn down
at such moments, billy is already thinking about what to do with this person. and this is definitely not good. billy can quickly take you away from this person, and ask you about him. there are moments when he does not interfere and trusts you with the situation because he trusts you.
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ STU MACHER
the complete opposite of his friend, stu will just explode if some guy approaches you
when he sees another guy talking to you and going too far, stu will quickly run up to your couple and join the conversation. his gaze will quickly change and he will glare at that idiot.
and he also naturally hugs you from behind, or gently puts his hands on your shoulder and pulls you towards him. for stu it's already a habit. he also does it on purpose, showing the idiots that you are his and you have a worthy boyfriend
he will also definitely blow your mind later, annoying you with his questions about this person and will definitely ask you a million times: "you still love me, right?"
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ MICKEY ALTIERI
absolutely calm during such situations, the dude literally can't be pissed off. mickey even grinned and laughed to himself watching all this
he will approach you and this guy, and may even get to know this person out of interest, but in any case he may forget about this person. in general, mickey specifically gets to know this person to impress you and him, showing his politeness and complete calmness.
after, altieri will take you away hugging you by your waist and taking you to another place to spend time with you
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ ROMAN BRIDGER
also quite calm during such situations, he simply does not pay attention to it because of his trust in you or quickly takes you away from this person if he goes too far and starts to get physical
roman also trusts you quite a lot and that's why he is so calm during these situations. but, he hates it when someone lays hands on you
in general, no one will touch you because you are constantly near the novel
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ JILL ROBERTS
the most jealous person number 1. she starts to frown and her face becomes so displeased. she stares at this whole scene and jealousy starts to gnaw at her. just the sight of someone touching the person she truly loves and making her feel uncomfortable makes her so angry
but, jill is a very patient person and will not make any scenes or quarrels. therefore, he will wait for the end of your conversation with this guy and will come up to you to ask you about everything
she is a very possessive girlfriend, so you better get used to it all. jill will definitely remember this man, and will come up with plans for him. his life is already in her hands.
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ CHARLIE WALKER
quite jealous, he makes the cutest and most disgruntled face like a kitten when he's jealous! literally
those pouty lips and angry eyes give away his jealousy in a second, although he doesn't want you to know that he's jealous
charlie doesn't have the courage to come up to you both and interrupt you, so he'll wait until the last moment. and in fact, he'll be thinking about killing this freak, staring at him and studying him
don't make him wait long
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ ETHAN LANDRY
the second jealous man! ethan will frown noticeably and he will stay close to you and eavesdrop on your conversation and wait for it to end. he will fold his arms across his chest and like an obedient boy he will remain silent and not interfere. during this time, he will often roll his eyes and make a displeased face
he will be tormented by thoughts: "what if she likes him more than me?" "does she not like me anymore?" "will she leave me?" and then ethan lowers his eyes, and his face becomes thoughtful and... sad
but then you call him and ethan finally pays attention to you, and his look is so confused and cute.. you happily take his hand and lead him away, and ethan's heart melts from this gesture. you will not leave him.
Ëâ¡ ÍÍÍÍâłâĽ QUINN BAILEY
it's you who will be jealous
well, she is also quite calm and completely self-possessed. but, she is not such a patient person and can frown.
quinn can also talk to this person and pull you closer to her showing that you belong to her. she speaks politely and shows her soft side, but deep down she wants leave quickly and take you
after the conversation, she breathes out with relief and all the tension evaporates from her and she happily leaves with you
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â â â â â â â â OLDER LEON! HEADCANONS
content warning oral sex, older boyfriend leon!au, leon death island, insecurity, smut, pwp, slut and "egocentric" leon. +18! MDNI
author's notes : I wanted to do this for a while, but as I was having creative block I was disappointed looking at the drafts. I was happy when I suddenly wrote something lol until I was happy with the result. I wanted to make a somewhat contradictory Leon, "raw" the way I see him.
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older leon: who picks you up and leaves you regardless of where you need to go, is always at your disposal, even if there is still work to be done, leon tries his best to take you wherever you want to go.
older leon: who, even with excruciating work to do, tries everything to be present in your life, even with minimal contacts, is always showing that he is there, by your side.
older leon: who is constantly afraid that you will abandon him, always hoping that you are loving him enough to leave other people aside. He desperately hopes that you don't find anyone more interesting than him, because he couldn't stand a second away from you. Extremely insecure, but always hiding this painful trait from you.
older leon: who loves doing "cheesy" things with you; from cooking with you, mugs, watching a ridiculous show, wearing weird shirts with bizarre and funny combinations, because it all sounds romantic or as leon says; "That's something a couple would do." He loves to talk about cheesy couple things with you, because regardless, what matters is being happy with you.
older leon: : who loves kissing you slowly while gently placing his hand on your neck, slowly slipping his tongue into your mouth. His hand slowly slides over your shoulders and fixes it on your waist, keeping you glued to his body during the kiss, always ending with a soft bite and a wet kiss on your neck.
older leon: who sometimes can't control herself and ends up lowering her lips to her lap, taking off the straps of her dress and lowering the fabric to expose her breasts, sucking them while putting his hands on her back to lick her breasts better, biting and giving licks that make you close your eyes in anxiety.
older leon: He kneels on the floor, pushes you against the wall and pulls up your dress, putting your panties to the side and placing your leg over his broad shoulders. He sticks his hot tongue into your wet hole, massaging your clit with his thumb over and over, making slow circles and making sure to suck it well to get it wet, making your body arch beneath the cold wall.
older leon: who is addicted to your pussy, always fucking you, making you even wetter to stick his fingers in while he mistreats your clitoris with strong sucks, always scratching your ass, trying to dive into your pussy, rubbing that nose on your pleasure point, taking and putting his tongue inside you. Smearing yourself, without paying attention to the cum that drips down your chin.
older leon: who loves to make a mess while fucking you, who loves to see you scream and is self-centered when he sucks your cunt, knowing that no one else will suck your pussy the way he does.
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HOMESICK - LN
content warnings: just fluff really, mentions of anxiety, being far from family
2.4k words - lemme know if u want a pt2 for this one :)
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y/n hated new places, she hated change, and most of all she hated being away from home. y/n knew she would eventually feel a sense of comfort and familiarity in woking, but for now, her blood ran hot, and an icy sweat took over her body, her eyes tearful even though she couldnât pin point why she felt so upset. the flat was silent, and yet deafening, every whistle of wind or creak of a floorboard serving as her constant reminder - you are alone, your are miles away from your family, everything is unfamiliar.
she found herself constantly shaking her head, trying to knock some sense into herself
youâve done this before, you went to university even further from your family, you did this for 3 years, you can do it again. you are a grown woman now sort yourself out.
her thoughts battled loudly with each other, one side of her brain logical, the other trying to sabotage her.
it just didnât make sense - she travelled across the world almost weekly, filming and editing content for the mclaren social media pages, working closely with the drivers, engineers and management and never once felt overwhelmed with the distance from home comforts. she supposed being constantly on the move, keeping her mind and body occupied with her work boded well in distracting her from feeling homesick. the close bond sheâd formed with everyone in the garages probably aided her even further, provided her with a new sense of family away from home.
but for now, she sat cross legged on her desk chair, arms resting on the table, her head balancing precariously in her hands, deep in sleep. y/n had arrived at the offices at 10pm, unable to sleep in her empty flat, the feeling of constant nausea and upset overbearing, and deciding that being productive was a much better use of her time - a great distraction from her loneliness. she hadnât intended to fall asleep, especially not in a position that put so much strain on her back, and yet here she was.
3am in the mclaren offices and all that could be heard was heavy, exhausted breathing and the soft whir of a computer fan that ran idly in the background.
this is something that lando found peculiar - who was sleeping in the office? and why were they sleeping here? he thought to himself as he and oscar snuck into the building from the side door.
as they rounded the corner, oscarâs mouth opened, starting to ask the same thing lando had been questioning, but was cut off by landoâs finger raising to his own lips, shushing the younger man before pointing to y/nâs desk, her head now resting on the table cheek smushing her forgotten glasses further into her face uncomfortably.
the two of them, stared at the girl before moving to look back at each other, a mix of confusion and amusement glossing their faces.
âwh- why is she here?â he asked, out of pure concern for the girl.
âi donât know oscar, we walked in at the same time?â lando responds, taking long but quiet steps to stand behind her chair.
âdidnât she just get a new flat near here? why wouldnât she go home?â oscar asked again, mindlessly, knowing that lando was also bewildered to the sight in front of them. the older man simply shrugged in response, moving to rest a hand on the sleeping girlâs shoulder, bending slightly till he was level with her face.
ây/n? y/n?â he asked her softly, moving her shoulder gently in his hand as to not startle her, âyou need to wake up, darlinâ, canât sleep here,â he adds, noting her breathing change as she came back to reality.
âlando?â she asked, startled, despite his best efforts, âwhat are you doing here itâs like -â she wiggled the mouse on her computer to bring up the home screen, â3am?â
âwhat are you doing here at 3am? not to mention, fast asleep at your desk,â he retorts, standing back and crossing his arms over his chest. she finally clocks oscar stood awkwardly behind him, sending him a quick smile, before leaning back in her chair, looking at lando again.
âi asked first.â
âweâre breaking in to decorate zachâs office for his birthday,â he says as though it was obvious, laughing slightly at the thought of the hello kitty balloons stuffed into the bag oscar held behind his back, ânow, what are you doing here?â
âworking,â she replied, offering no more to her story.
âwith your eyes closed? drooling on your desk? i donât think so.â
âi was not drooling,â she argues, confident in her words despite the back of her hand moving to wipe her mouth just in case.
âyou we-â
âdidnât you just move in to a new flat y/n?â oscar asks, interrupting what he was sure would be an entertaining round of bickering between the two.
âi did,â she says with a nod, âi just got so caught up in my work. didnât realise what the time was,â she adds, dodging the subject of her empty flat. the flat so empty of life, but so full of overwhelming silence and dread, and yet she found solace in the silence of the mclaren offices.
âdo you want a ride home?â lando asked, sensing there was more to the story, but leaving the can unopened, for now.
she shook her head, breathing out a long sigh as she did.
âno thanks, i might just stay here till the work day starts,â she adds, her hand rubbing her eyes slightly, feeling the exhaustion still looming in her brain.
âare you sure?â oscar asked, concern rising in his voice again.
âyep,â y/n replied, the âpâ exaggerated.
the boys looked at each other, a silent exchange of words between the team mates as they moved in the direction of zachâs office once again.
âweâll come check in with you before we leave, yeah?â lando added, before turning on his heel and following oscar down the long hallway. she nodded even though they couldnât see her, before pulling the hood of her jumper over her hair, and letting her head fall back onto the desk, using her arms as makeshift pillows.
it was nearing 4am when the two returned, once again guided down the hallway by the sound of y/nâs heavy breathing. they stopped just before they could see her, turning to each other.
âwe gotta get her home. her back is gonna be ruined if she keeps sleeping like that,â oscar says, keeping his voice low.
âi know - she still hasnât forgiven jon for letting her sleep curled up under a table a year ago. spent the whole week complaining about her spine aching,â lando replied, smiling softly at the memory of her trying to bend herself backwards over a chair to âresetâ her back, as she had claimed.
âhow do we get her to leave? willingly? without the kicking and screaming?â lando asked after a moment of silence, the boys plotting their next moves.
âyouâll think of something, im sure. sheâll never say no to you,â oscar replies, his hands moving to grip his car keys in the pockets of his joggers.
âwhat do you mean? ill think of something? youâre not leaving me to deal with her on my own, are you?â lando asked, suddenly doubting his abilities to contend with the strong willed woman asleep not 3 metres away from them.
âi left lily sleeping 2 hours ago, and i donât feel like explaining this,â he says, pointing at the room in general, âwhen she wakes up and realises im not there,â he finishes with a shrug.
âfine,â lando says with a huff, âwish me luck.â
âgood luck. lemme know how she gets on,â the australian replies, walking away from lando slowly, but glancing into the office space to check on y/n one last time.
lando sighed again, before sauntering back into the room he had left her in an hour ago. he moved to crouch next to her again, his fingers moving to pull her hood back, tucking her hair out of her face as he did. she looked so peaceful like this, her eyes twitching slightly under the pressure of sleep, a lose strand of hair blowing with every exhale. he didnât want to wake her, but there was no other option unless he wheeled her out on the chair she sat on.
âangel? y/n?â he paused, grimacing slightly at his slip up, âitâs time to go,â he said softly, stroking her arm gently. he hoped she was too sleepy to notice the pet name.
âgo where?â she mumbled, in her half-asleep state, eyes opening to look at him.
âhome, y/n. need to get you in a proper bed.â
âno, im fine here,â she said, quickly defending her choice of sleeping position, âyou go, ill see you later.â
ânuh-uh,â he tutted, standing in front of her to grip both her arms, dragging her up from the chair, âyou are going to go home and sleep in a proper bed.â
âi donât have my car and thereâs no buses at this time.â
âill drive you home.â
âitâs out of your way, youâd be wasting a journey.â
âdonât care. youâre getting in my car and im taking you home,â he argued back, finalising the argument she knew she wouldnât win.
âfine,â she huffed, still clawing for the last word even if she had lost the battle.
soon, they were stood in the car park, lando stepping to the side to pull the passenger door open, a hand firmly on her back pushing her into the car. she wanted to argue that she was fully capable of getting in the car on her own, but the pure exhaustion took over as she adjusted the seat to her comfort, clicking her belt in as lando started the engine.
the car was silent, asides from the fans that pushed warm air into the vehicle and the low humming of the engine. he tried his best to take the roads slow, especially as he neared her flat, fearing waking up the neighbourhood with the growling of his car when he accelerated.
âwhatâs the real reason you didnât wanna go home?â he asked, arm coming to rest at his side.
âi told you, i didnât realise what time it was,â she said, refusing to let her lie catch up with her.
âbullshit.â
âwhat?â
âi said, bullshit. thatâs not the real reason.â
âim homesick,â she spat out, âok? im an adult woman who canât handle the prospect of being home alone, 200 miles away from her family. happy now?â
âhapp- why would i be happy about that?â he asked, his tone softer than his previous outburst. they were now pulling into her apartment building, y/n still neglecting to answer him until the car pulled to a complete stop.
âyou wanna come in, for a bit?â she asked, biting her tongue.
âdo you want me to come in?â
âyeah, if you want to. only for a bit,â she said again.
âok,â his response was simple, he didnât really need to think it through. he glanced down at his watch, 5:15am, and yet, he could not feel more awake. he didnât mind staying, especially if it gave her the comfort to move freely in her own home.
walking into her flat felt oddly natural to him, despite him having never been there. the two could be considered close friends, not that either of them would acknowledge it, but spending years working closely together, travelling around the world, tends to do that. theyâd started working at mclaren at similar times, him as a driver and her as a content creator for the brand, the new job nerves acting as almost a trauma bond between the two. theyâd spent many nights in each others hotel rooms, playing games, watching films, often with oscar in tow - anything to pass the time in between races - but the two had never crossed the personal boundary into each others homes.
and yet, lando strolled in, took his shoes off by the door, and threw himself down on the sofa as if this was a daily thing. y/n dropped herself down next to him, sighing as she did.
âyou need to sleep,â he said, turning to look at her, his arm thrown over the back of the sofa where she sat.
âmy brain is too awake now,â she said, voice never faltering despite her stomach turning as she realises how close they were sat, the way his warmth surrounded her as his fingers tapped a steady rhythm on the seat behind her head.
âyou wanna watch something till you settle again?â he asked, tv remote already in hand.
âsounds good,â she replied, tight lipped, eyes focusing as he scrolled through her netflix, settling on a film she didnât care to remember the name of.
before the opening credits had even started, y/n body slumped against landoâs, head dropping to rest below his shoulder. he tensed slightly, relaxing again when he looked down to see her eyes closed, chest heaving deep breathes once again. his arm resting on the sofa dropped behind her back, his hand moving to hold her waist gently, fingers drawing light circles on the fabric of her leggings.
a while later, he moved his hips slightly, trying to re adjust his position to stop his legs going dead. he feared he had woken her, when she mumbled something incoherent and began moving. lando allowed himself to let out a shaky breath as she twisted herself into his side, her arm moving to wrap around his waist, her leg bending upwards to rest on top of his.
he waited a moment, as if to check she was really sleeping, before leaning down to press a soft kiss to the top of her head.
âgoodnight, angel,â he whispered.
lando told himself heâd leave when the film ended. in his silence he planned how to move from the sofa without waking her. but then his eyes grew tired, and he told himself heâd shut them, just for a moment.
the two of them lay on the sofa, fast asleep. his posture had sloped in his slumber, shifting their bodies into a recline, his arms wrapped tightly around her and she settled onto his chest. their legs entwined with each other, a blanket lando had attempted to wrap around her had fallen haphazardly to the floor.
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Chapter 30
Series Masterlist
Warnings: Somewhat graphic depictions of afterbirth; Breastfeeding; Newborn bodily functions; Scars and allusions to past child abuse.
A/N: Fuck me sideways, I have struggled to write since all this shit in my personal life. This chapter is pretty boring but I guess there are some fluffy aspects. And Thumper gets a name.
The tiny creature that had just been shrieking in Hershelâs grasp, was now rooting around angrily while you studied every perfect little inch of her. Her skin was pink beneath the drying, waxy mess of vernix caseosaâor whatever Hershel had called itâand blood. The old man had said if he had to guess, he would put her at about six pounds. Hilarious since she felt like she weighed thirty while you carried her.Â
Her round little face scrunched up before she wailed again, disturbed from her meal-seeking venture by Carol leaning around Daryl to drape a blanket over her. When you looked up to smile at him, you found the archer studying his baby like he wasnât quite certain about something.Â
âWhat is it?â You asked, moving the blanket a little so he could see her better.Â
âSâjustââ He reached toward the bundle but withdrew. âFeels likeâfeels like she ainât real.â You could see the tears brimming on his waterline, crystal droplets shining beneath the pale yellow illuminance of the vanâs interior overhead light; how he would squint instead of blink in an attempt to keep them from falling.Â
âDaryl, youâow.â You placed your hand on your lower abdomen, finding it tight within a cramp even if the skin itself was slightly looser.Â
âOw?â Daryl appeared panicked but was desperately trying to keep himself together. He wasnât doing a very good job. It was so odd to see him constantly grappling for control over his emotions when he had alwaysâfor the time youâd known himâbeen so careful not to allow too much to show.Â
The veterinarian checked the cord to find it no longer pulsing. The contractions you were having now were mild cramps compared to before, Hershel advising you that you would need to give up your hold on Thumper to deliver the afterbirth. The archer watched as you handed off Thumper to Maggie. You wondered if he even realized why you hadnât given him a chance to hold his daughter yet. Regardless, it was immediately apparent he hadnât been listening in the slightestâ
âJust an easy push, Y/N.â
âWait! What?!â Daryl shouted. Meanwhile, you were clenching your fists and bearing down. It wasnât the worst pain but considering you had just pushed a tiny human out of the same opening, you were a tad bit sore.
âGood, good. I can see it. One more push.âÂ
Darylâs hand wrapped around one of your fists. You uncurled your fingers and let his slip between them. âSee what?! The fuck she pushinâ again for?â The archer gave no time for anyone to answer that particular question before he was crawling and leaning above the space between your kneesâjust in time for the placenta to exit your body while you groaned through the discomfort. âWhat the flyinâ blue fuck sâthat?!â
âItâs alright, son.âÂ
âItâs okay, Daryl.â Carol repeated.Â
The archer had gone white again, swaying slightly and swallowing convulsively while scooting back toward you on his ass. You tugged gently on his hand before anyone else could interfere. âHey, tough guy. Look at her.â God, you were exhausted but keeping your partner grounded was your priority. He had a baby to meet. Darylâs eyes shifted to you and then behind you to the infant over which Maggie was currently gushing.
âSheâs perfect.â The elder Greene daughter chuckled through her own tears.Â
The hunter stared at Thumper, the color slowly returning to his skin. âRick!â He belted out suddenly. âWe clear?â
âAll clear for now.â The former deputy called back, even though there was little more than five feet separating them.
âGood. Stop.âÂ
âStop?â Rick glanced back over his shoulder, once and then again. âShouldnât weââ
âStop the van.â This time Daryl barked the command, growing irritated. He gently extricated his hand from yours, moved toward the door, and wrapped his fingers around the handle. It was obvious he was waiting for the vehicle to come to a halt.
âDaryl, what the hell are you doing?â You queried while trying to divide your attention between him and Thumper being placed back against your skin. The baby began to squeak, working up to another bout of shrill cries before you shifted her, trying your hand at offering up a breast without any guidance. When her tiny mouth latched onto your nipple immediately, you felt a tugging sensation, but no pain like you had actually expected.Â
âYouâre a natural!â Carol exclaimed through her own tears and sniffles.Â
Before you could offer comfort while the other woman was obviously distraughtâlikely reminiscing of the times just after the birth of Sophiaâthe van jolted to a stop and Daryl was opening the door, jumping out with his bag and crossbow, and closing it before you could say a word.Â
âWhatâs happening?â You sat up just a little, your eyes wide. âWhereâs he going? Rick?â
âStay still. Relax.â Maggie cooed, dragging a finger tenderly down Thumperâs cheek. âLet her nurse. Iâm sure Darylâs got his reasons.â You nodded even though you werenât truly satisfied with the answer. You were just simply too exhausted to think about it any further. Carol started handing Maggie blankets to roll up behind you. âWeâre gonna getcha all cleaned up and as comfortable as we can until we can find somewhere safer, okay?â
âJust wrap this up until Daryl gets back.â Hershel spoke softly, placing a bloody blob of something onto a large piece of cloth before handing it to Carol. The sac was connected to Thumper by the slimy cord.Â
âDo you think heâll want to?â The other woman whispered. Sight and sound were starting to fizzle out. Your body was demanding rest, all reserves depleted. Thumper was suckling away, making the sweetest little snorting breaths between gulps. Maggie was wiping the sweat from your face and neck, sweeping the fabric back and forth over every inch of skin she could reach.
Hershel and Carol worked together to clean up the mess between your legs, the area swollen and sore and thank god you were so exhausted or that would have really hurt. When you opened your eyes again, you were covered with a blanket and Thumper was gone from your chest.Â
âThumps?!â You bolted upright, caught halfway by Hershelâs gentle hands on your shoulders.Â
âSheâs fine. You were quite out of it when she finished. Maggie tried to burp her but breastfed newborns donât always need it. Now sheâs there with Carol, getting cleaned up the best we can without warm water. The vernix caseosa can stay on her skin until she can have a good warm bath. It wonât do any harm. We just thought she could do without the other fluids.â
You nodded tiredly. âHow long did I sleep?â
âOnly about half an hour.â Carol answered, shuffling on her knees with the baby in her arms. âRick grabbed the diapers from the truck and checked on everyone. Sheâs such a tiny thing, the newborn size almost swallows her.â She pulled the blanket away to place the baby against your skin and then covered her again with the small receiving blanket. Once Thumper settled, Carol pulled the thicker blanket over both of you.Â
You felt your expression light upâcasting shadows over your exhaustionâat the sight of that little face. God, she was tiny. The lack of blood revealed wisps of blonde hair, still molded flat in some places by the waxy covering. You could already see so much of Daryl in her that itâ
âWhereâs Daryl?â
As if summoned by his name on your lips, the van door opened to reveal the archer, clearly shivering. He tossed his bag and crossbow to the side and climbed in, rubbing his hands up and down his sleeved arms. He was clean, his hair wet while the strands appeared damn near frozen. His dirty clothingâvest and poncho includedâwas missing, likely in his pack.Â
âDaryl Dixon, are you trying to end up with pneumonia again?!â Carol admonished. She shoved his bag out of the way quickly and tossed the last larger blanket around his shoulders.Â
âC-c-couldnâa held âer like I w-w-was, right?â His teeth legitimately chattered, his gaze leaving Carol to look you over. âD-doinâ alright?â
You narrowed your eyes above the ghost of a smile. âDid you really go find a body of water to take a bath in the middle of winter?âÂ
âW-wouldnâa left ya but w-was d-d-dirty. Wanted t-toâwanna hold âer.â Once again, he was pale as milk but there was some color slowly seeping into his cheeks. Hershel wasnât freaking out over his current state, soâcontrary to the pressure threatening to choke you from the insideâyou wouldnât either. Daryl ran his tongue over colorless lips and ducked his head. âIf thatâs alr-right?âÂ
Your mouth fell open, your brow furrowing while you blinked at him. Did he justâ âDaryl, sheâs your daughter. Of course you can hold her.â You were already moving an arm from beneath Thumperâs miniscule weight. When your hand found his, you pulled back with a hiss. âMaybe just get a little warmer first though, okay?â The archer nodded, but he still looked so uncertain.Â
Hershel cleared his throat. He had remained still and silent throughout the exchange but then slowly crept down to sit on his knees at your hip. âIn the meantime.â With a gesture toward Carol, he held out his hands. The cloth-clad placenta was placed onto his palms. It had apparently just been traveling around with Thumper wherever she roamed within the van. âWould you like to cut the cord, son?â
Still shivering but teeth no longer clicking together, Darylâs expression molded into equal parts disgust and confusion. âThe hell would I wanna do that?â
âItâs a tradition.â The old man explained. Carol was busy cleaning her knife with some rubbing alcohol. âIt marks the start of life outside of the mother, when the father can begin to be physically involved in caring for the baby.â
The hunter brought his left thumb to his mouth, chewing on the side, granting a physical form to his inner anxiety. âDonât it hurt âer?â You were curious as well, and you looked away from your partner to await the answer.Â
âThere are no nerves in the cord. She wonât feel a thing.â
Daryl drew back when Carol presented him with the knife. He looked to you. You shrugged a shoulder, careful not to jar Thumper. âItâs your decision.â
âMust be done. It doesnât matter if itâs you or myself.â Hershel added.Â
Lowering his hand from his teeth, Daryl eyed the knife. It was clear that he didnât believe he wasnât going to hurt his daughter. His thumb was replaced by his lower lip, jaw inching back and forth to gnaw at it earnestly. Without a word, he reached for the knife. Carol offered him a smile that he unsurprisingly didnât return.Â
âWhere doâhow does itââ
âIâll help you.â The veterinarian reassured, balancing the organ on top of one hand while the other lifted the cord. âRight between the tape.âÂ
âDonât that leave someâa it?â Darylâs throat was visibly working as he swallowed.Â
âThat will dry up and fall off. Iâll show you both how to care for it until that happens.âÂ
The exhale was audible, undoubtedly something he didnât intend but also didnât take notice. Darylâs hand was shaking, the blade carefully pressed to slice upward and away from the skin of your newborn. You held your breath, afraid any movement or sound would cause her to stir. If Daryl accidentally nicked her, thereâd be no consoling him.
The cut was clean and quick, Thumper remaining sound asleep throughout. Your head tipped back against your pillow of blankets, relief flooding through you in a tingling wave that left you once again feeling wrung out. Half an hour was not enough. You wanted to sleep for days.Â
Turning your head was a chore, but worth it. Daryl was ignoring everything that was happening below the two of you, his eyes dancing between you and his daughter. âI know.â You whispered. His gaze found yours. âSheâs finally here.â He nodded, his lips slightly parted with words he couldnât seem to articulate. âItâs a lot, Daryl. I know. Itâs okay.âÂ
He was trembling, but you were certain it was no longer from the cold. His entire world had just changed. He was a father, andâjudging by the look on his face, the turmoil in his pretty eyesâhe was terrified.Â
âDo you wanna hold her?â Your question was met with a sharp inhale, his spine straightening.Â
âIââÂ
You were already shifting the baby, shushing and cooing when she squeaked and stretched in protest.Â
âYou should bond with her too, Daryl.â Carol was sitting against the interior wall, looking her own personal sort of tired. âIf you feel comfortable, umââ She turned her head to look away entirely, staring at the opposite wall. âYou should let her lay against your skin.â
Bless him, he looked as though he might hyperventilate. âWhat ifâshe mightâdonât wanna scare âer.â Daryl stared at Thumper, her little head moving back and forth as you offered her to him. You wouldnât tell him the baby was too little to be scared. That would only leave him wondering if sheâd be afraid of him later, when she was older. He was so convinced that his scars would make his daughter fear him.Â
That anger you had felt before, the inferno of rage that had boiled beneath your ribsâit was back. Had they been still alive, you would strangle those people that had hurt him, scarred him so deeply. Beyond physical. But they were dead. And you were there. You would do your damnedest to show him a different perspective. That he was good and not a product of his fatherâs anger or his motherâs absence. That he was loved.Â
âShe isnât afraid and she wonât be, not of you.â You vowed, pulling Thumper in against your own chest once more. With a hand then free, you raised the blanket and slid over with a grunt. The pain wasnât horrible but you were definitely sore. âGet under here with me first.â
Maybe one day, he would be beyond the urge to hide that part of himself. Until then, however, you were more than content to help him find any measure of comfort you could offer.Â
Daryl hesitated, giving you a quick once over. âWonât hurtcha?âÂ
You smiled, small and tired but genuine. âNo. Now get under here. Donât make me drag you while holding a newborn. You know I can do it.â You challenged playfully. Maybe you could lighten the atmosphere. With a pfft, he took the blanket from your hand and shed the one around his shoulders, his eyes darting over to Hershel and Carol. They had knowingly turned their backs. You almost wished they would leave but having someone knowledgeable there was a comfort you werenât ready to be without. You had no idea what you were doing. Once he was settled, you did your best to pull up the blanket until he took over. âUnbutton your shirt?â
âDunno ifââ
âShe already loves you, Daryl. You were the one to calm her down when she was river dancing on my intestines. Justâtry?â He sighed, his fingers slowly working open the buttons before stalling. âIf youâre too uncomfortable with it, weâll fix it, okay? Iâll take her and then you can put her on top of your shirt.â
The deep breath he took trembled but he continued until he could part his shirt enough for his chest to be visible. Even with only your eyes on him, he began to exhibit obvious anxiety.Â
âItâs only me.â You whispered while maneuvering Thumper. He could actually hold her later, when there werenât four of you cramped up in the back of an old van with stow-and-go seats.Â
The man looked like he was two seconds from sliding out from beneath the blanket and boltingâuntil the moment the babyâs skin finally touched his own. His wide eyes drained of any trace of fear to make room for awe.Â
âHoly fuck.âÂ
Watching him closely, those two words were meant to be part of the internal monologue he had going on inside his head. His calloused hands had never looked so gentle, laying across Thumperâs back. He immediately lifted one and placed the other there instead with the previous palm resting on her little diapered bottom.
âShe sâposed to be this small?â His voice cracked. You turned onto your side, slowly and stiffly, while he silently let his gaze wander over to watch you move. Wiggling to find a comfortable position, you settled with your head on his shoulder and your fingertips brushing repeatedly over Thumperâs head.
âHershel said she probably weighs around six pounds.âÂ
âSâthat okay?â His thumb was swiping back and forth through the slightly darker blonde hair on the back of the babyâs head.Â
âSheâs perfect.âÂ
âYeah.â He agreed, quietly. His head was tilted, angled to be able to see the little face of the human he helped create. âI, uhâthank you.â You lifted your head to stare him down, quiet yet questioning. âYâknowâfor her.â
Your expression softened. Your hand lifted from Thumper to Darylâs chin, guiding his head to turn. Stifling the grunt of discomfort that moving caused, you shimmied up just enough to press your lips to his. It was chaste but no less passionate.Â
âNone of that for at least six weeks. Minimum.â Hershel chided from the back of the van.Â
Daryl huffed in annoyance, only slightly turning away to bark out âthe hellâs âer mouth got to do with anythinâ?â You laughed in spite of yourself, the action jarring and uncomfortable.Â
Hershel even chuckled. âI mean no further, son. No intercourse. She needs to heal.âÂ
Damnit. You knew at that very moment, it would take you twelve weeks to coerce Daryl into actual sex. God, if your vagina wasnât ruined after pushing out a whole human. Oh well, youâd be fine as long as he was still yours. You blinked, eyes glazed and thoughts wandering. He would still want you, right?
âGotta make things weird, old man? Christ.â
Shaking your head, you pushed those worries aside for later. He was now warm and you had your personal space heater back. You molded yourself to his side and willed your body to relax. Daryl was there. Your little family was safe. Sleep laid its claim on you within moments.Â
âClaire?â You suggested. Your hand alternated between rubbing and patting the back of the frustrated infant on your shoulder, coaxing out a burp that vibrated your collarbone. Donât always need it, indeed. While Daryl sat across from you on the bed, rubbing the length of his left index finger across his lips, you adjusted Thumper to the opposite breast. Her little fists were flailing, her face scrunched up and red. The little squeaks and grunts were aplenty as she worked herself up to a squalling cry. âSsh, here, Thumps.â The moment your nipple rubbed against her cheek, the baby rooted for it eagerly, latching on and suckling with gusto.Â
âWhen she scrunches âer face like that, she looks like Merle.â Daryl snorted. His expression didnât show it but his eyes held a distinct shimmer of sadness.Â
âWanna name her Merle? Merlene? Marleen?â You almost cackled at the look he pulled. âOkay, okay. I said Claire, grumpy gills.â
âNah.â He sniffed and briefly glanced toward the window. You could hear the van and truck rolling in, hopefully with more supplies. âMakes me thinkâa that ear piercinâ place in all the malls.â
You thought about people that you had lost. Maybe you could honor them this way. âAndrea?â Daryl snorted.Â
âShe gonna shoot me when she gets older?â He took a deep breath and balanced his chin on his right palm, elbow pressed into his thigh. âDonât really feel like she should be a Andrea.â
âPatricia?â You pressed on, stroking Thumperâs cheek with a fingertip. âWe could call her Patty?â
âNo.â
Your aunt maybe. âMy auntâs name wasâactually, no. Nevermind.â This time, it was you that snorted. Daryl shook his head before he turned it back to the window. Thumper had released your nipple, even as her little mouth continued to try and suckle. âCan you burp her while I get allââ you gestured broadly toward your entire self.Â
âSure.â He slid off the mattress and leaned down to take his daughter, so carefully maneuvering her against the front of his shoulder. You kept your sights on him as he moved toward the window, offering the baby a little sunlight.Â
You and Daryl slept in the van until the current safe house had been found. No one even woke the archer to help clear it. Probably because Thumps was still lying on his chest. Carol had been the one to wake the two of you, sending you into the bedroom while she heated as much water as she could for you to properly clean up and then to give the baby a warm bath. Daryl held your daughter while you wiped her down. There was a fire burning in the living room and though you could feel the house slowly warming, neither of you wanted to take any risks. You removed the little knit hat from her head and took care in wiping away the remaining film over her skin. Patting her dry, you replaced the hat and moved on. Each area was bared, cleaned, and covered. You couldnât help but smile when the archer looked away while you removed the diaper. You made it all the way to her feet before she woke up properly and started trying to suckle Darylâs thumb. âBarkinâ up the wrong tree, lilâ one. Gonna hafta talk to your mama if youâre hungry.â
And now here you were, tucking away your tits into a nursing bra while your partner rubbed the back of your perfect daughter by a sunlit window. Thumper was in a light blue sleeper onesie and wrapped in a pink blanketâ littered with little birdsâto make sure she stayed warm.Â
You didnât hear her burp but had no doubt that she did if he was taking her from his shoulder to the crook of his right arm. From your vantage point you couldnât see much but you could tell Daryl was talking to her.Â
While daddy and daughter were occupied, you laid back on the bed and stretched tired muscles. Your abdomen was still swollen but soft. It was your lady bits that were hot and sore. Forget taking a piss. You had nearly screeched when Daryl had accompanied you earlier, leaving Thumper with Carol. You were bleeding but thank god, Carol had warned you and handed you a couple of pads before you headed out the door. You hadnât thought anything of it until you were standing over where you had urinated and it looked like a murder scene.Â
âJesus, itâs Nightmare on Elm St in my underwear.â You said as you rounded the tree. Daryl looked unamused. âYa gotta be soâgraphic? Good lord.â
âNeed to hunt soon.â Daryl spoke suddenly from the window. You sat back up with a wince just as he made his way back to you.Â
âWe have a lot of canned stuff. You donât need toââ
âDoc said ya need protein to keep makinâ milk for her.âÂ
You didnât want him to go anywhere. Logically, you knew it made sense. He was the only other hunter besides yourself. Canned veggies wouldnât do much towards milk production and of course Daryl had asked about it already. Hershel had been pleased that Thumper was appearing satisfied with the colostrum you were producing, but she would need more even within just the next few days.Â
âWhen?â You tracked him as he lowered to the edge of the mattress just in front of you. The babyâs little hand was curled around his middle finger and you werenât sure he cared about anything else enough to divert his attention away from his newborn. âDaryl.â You chuckled.Â
âYeah?â He still wasnât paying attention.Â
âPurple because aliens donât wear hats.âÂ
âMhm.â Had he ever been this distracted? You called his name again amidst a laugh, each syllable bouncing. Finally, he looked up. Straight ahead first, as if forgetting where you were sitting. Then it was over to you. âYou say somethinâ?âÂ
âWelcome back.â
He mocked a laugh and then deadpanned. âFunny girl.â
Your smile remained steadfast. âWhen are you going out to hunt?âÂ
âThought Iâd leave in the morninâ. Yâknow, stick âround to help ya tonight anâ make sure ya bothâre all good âfore I go. Try to bring back all I can so thatââ His mouth was still open, but the words stopped altogether. His brow drew inward. âThink this diaperâs toast.â
Oh god.Â
The first diaper change. Â
âShould I get Carol?â You asked in earnest. You had never changed a diaper before and Daryl had never indicated he had any experience either. Still, he shook his head.Â
âGotta learn sometime, right? Between the twoâa us, how hard can it be?â
The answer: really fucking hard.Â
âDaryl, you have to look!âÂ
âDonât feel right to see âerâareas.â
âYouâre her father and youâre trying to change her. Itâs fine. Youâre gonna get it all over your hands if you donât look.â
âSâit sâposed to be that color?âÂ
âHow the hell should I know? Can you hand me the wipes?âÂ
âWhat wipes?â
âYou didnât grab the wipes?â
âNo?âÂ
âWas that a question?âÂ
âNo?â
âDaryl.â
âY/N.â
âGet the wipes.â
Twenty minutes later, Thumper was snoozing comfortably on the mattress, wrapped snugly in her blanket without a care in the world. You and Daryl, however, were staring at the small creature, appearing every bit as though you were trapped in the flashbacks of war.Â
âI donât think itâs supposed to take that long.â You finally commented.Â
âWalker guts donât even look like that.â Darylâs voice was just as quiet and monotonous as your own.Â
âIt didnât even smell. Shouldnât it smell bad?â
âYouâre complaininâ?âÂ
âTouchĂŠ.â
When Carol knocked, your heads moved in unison, two sets of wide, troubled eyes landing on the woman in the doorway. Her eyebrows shot upward, lowering slowly as she took in the scene: you and Daryl cross-legged on the mattress. Thumper just a few inches away. Wipes and a rolled up diaper on the floor below the foot of the bed. Her hand flew to her mouth, pressing against it to smother the chuckle that tried so hard to break free.Â
âYou two okay?â She finally asked, clearing her throat.Â
âWe look okay?â Daryl rasped.Â
She struggled against laughter again. âYou look like two first time parents discovering one of the joys of a newborn.âÂ
âWe need help.â You were practically pleading, feeling horrible to ask it of the woman who had lost her only child. Darylâs expression was just as desperate even if he would never grant it a voice.Â
âOkay, letâs go over the basics.â Carol shook her head fondly and closed the door behind her.Â
Several feedings and diaper changes later, Thumper was asleep between you and Daryl. Night had stolen the sun and a candle burned on the bedside table behind you. She was so far a quiet baby, only crying when she was hungry and would squeak and grunt when her diaper was soiled.Â
âExpressing herself in grunts and other noncommittal sounds. Sheâs totally your kid.â You teased. âShuddup.â
Darylâs hand was on the babyâs stomach, likely just as much for his benefit as hers. He was dozing, making a valiant effort to stay awake with little success. You were just as tired but you couldnât seem to coerce your eyes away from your partner and daughter. Daryl had been so attentive and tender with you while you carried Thumper but seeing him physically interact with her was an entirely different experience.Â
Once again, it was likely something he would internalize but he was absolutely in love. That little thing lying between the two of you had already stolen his whole heart. If you had any doubt of his desire and ability to be her dad,âwhich you didnâtâthat would be long gone now.Â
When you werenât nursing her, she was with Daryl. He talked to her in hushed whispers like sharing secrets heâd never speak to another living soul. And she slept or stared at him while he stared right back. She had the bluest of eyes but Carol said they might not remain that way.Â
You hoped they did.Â
When she looked at you, you could feel her curiosity and adoration. You were her mother and she knew. She knew your voice, your touch. She knew Daryl. Carol said Thumper could only see in shapes and shades of gray, but you didnât believe that. Not for a second. They way she would stare at Daryl, her little fingers squeezing the edge of her pink bird blanket. No, you didnât believe that.Â
âThink I gotta name for âer.â Daryl spoke suddenly, words rough off his tongue, laced with exhaustion. You smiled.Â
âOh yeah?â You wondered if he was even awake or aware of what he was saying. His eyelids were heavy, flickering open every few seconds.Â
âYeah. Sâokay if ya donât like it. Donât really make no sense.â
You laughed within a breath, reaching to brush the hair off his forehead. When he didnât speak for a moment, you found yourself too curious to let it go. âAre you gonna tell me?âÂ
He took a deep breath, eyes still closed, with an mhm during the exhale. His index finger was gently rubbing back and forth over Thumperâs little hand while she had it fisted into her blanket.Â
You almost moved your hand to his shoulder to shake him awake, but refrained. He wasâlike youâexhausted, and within that state, he was emotionally vulnerable. You almost felt as if you were taking advantage of that, but there was a realization that you wanted him to name her. So, you would wait. Let him sleep or listen when he was ready to tell you.Â
âBirdie.â He finally breathed. Without opening his eyes, he moved his finger to tap one of the birds on the blanket. âBirdie Jade.â
You felt the wet tickle of a tear running across the bridge of your nose and wiped it away before it could sting your other eye. Sniffling, you ran your fingers through the hair above Darylâs ear. His eyes finally opened, clear and sharp, watching, waiting for your reaction.Â
You pulled back your hand and laid it on top of his, over the babyâs blanket.Â
âHi, Birdie.���
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Sick days
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đđđđđđđđ: Paige cancel everything to spend the day with and and baby girl and to take care of you.
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You were woken up by gentle kisses being placed on your shoulder, and Paige softly rubbing your five month belly. Confused you turned to look at her âarenât you supposed to be at practiceâ, âI told geno I was sickâ she told you.
âWhy?â You asked âfor youâ she replied, your pregnancy hasnât been easy. Youâve been really stressed about the media, work, and on top of that school. Half of the time you were in pain and constantly throwing up, today you set up an appointment to see your doctor to make sure you and the baby was ok.
âThank youuâ whispered smiling, you turned around in her arms and rested you face in her neck. âYou hungryâ Paige smiled âis that even a questionâ you mumbled into her neck ânoâ Paige giggles getting up to make you breakfast.
âOh my godâ you whispered rubbing your stomach, you and Paige were on your way to your doctors appointment and you were in the worst pain. âWeâre almost thereâ Paige took your hand in hers. With a sigh you pulled up t the doctors office, Paige quickly got out and opened your door and helped you slightly wobble in.
You sat down as Paige checked you to in, âthey said 15 to 30 minutesâ she sat nexts to you âokâ you nodded.
Paige gently placed her hand on your stomach âhey peanut, youâre giving mama a really hard timeâ she sighed âpeanut?â You softly smile âyeah, sheâs my little peanutâ she smiles âshe?, you mean heâ you laughed âno weâre having a girl, I know itâ she smirks âwhat ever you say babeâ you shook your head.
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â the nurse calls, you and Paige got up and was brought to the pack âthe doctor will be with you shortlyâ the nurse smiled âthank youâ you smiled back getting on the hospital bed with the help of Paige. With a sigh you laid back and closed your eyes trying to relax.
5 minutes later youâre doctor walked in âhow we doingâ he asked sitting down in his chair next to your bed ânot so greatâ you mumbled âwhat wrongâ he ask typing on his computer âIâve been having the worst pain ever, and I have the worst morning sicknessâ âok, weâll letâs that checked outâ he said preparing for the ultrasound.
You lifted up your sweater for him to put the jell on, you softly smiled when you heard your babyâs heart beat âummmâ the Dr. hummed âwhat,whatâs wrongâPaige panicked âlooks like your blood pressures a little high âwhat dose that mean, is she ok, is the baby okâ Paige asked âyeah, itâs just means that Iâm putting you on bed rest. I wanna keep an eye on your blood pressure, if it gets to high it could possibly effect the babyâ he told you making youâre heart drop âhave you been stressed out latelyâ he asked.
âYeah, a littleâ you replied âwell Iâm going to need you to not be stressedâ he smiled âIâll try, but the baby is ok thoughâ you asked âyeah sheâs fine, just wanna make sure she stays that way. So youâll be on bed rest for the rest of your pregnancyâ he softly smiled.
âOkâ you nodded, âwait, did you say sheâ Paige looked up shockedâ. âYes Paige, she is fineâ he laughed âtold youâ she smiled looking down at you âwhateverâ you rolled your eyes chuckling â all right I wanna see you again in four weeks, to see how everything is going okâ her doctor told you standing up you nodded and he left.
âLooks like Iâll be taking care of you for a whileâ Paige smiled âPaige you donât have to, you have t get ready for next season you should be practicingâ you shook your head, ânot if youâre in pain, youâre staying in bed and taking care of you deal with itâ âokâ you smiled.
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baby daddy!boxer!rafe !! waiting for him to come home after a fight n youâre just all worried bc that man will literally refuse to let you watch his fights
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you hadnât been able to see him yet because youâd been in the babies room, putting her down to sleep in her crib when youâd heard him come home, door closing and footsteps heading straight to the shower. you hated not being able to see him as soon as he got home and assess the fresh injuries that littered his sculpted body.
it made you anxious, knowing he could be in there hurting without any help. he was a big strong man who could handle himself sure, but having this baby with him had softened you, youâd grown even more doting that you already were, and you really needed him safe and in good condition to be around for this baby. you couldnât bare the thought of doing this without him.
anxious thoughts swirled in your head, blowing out of proportion as you pull your silk robe tighter around your slip dress, feeling the chill now you werenât constantly bouncing a warm clammy baby on your chest. you pace your shared bedroom, snapping out of your thoughts when the bathroom door finally opens, steam spilling out as rafe pads out, scratching his cheek. the muscle in his arm bulges as he does so, highlighting a new bruise. his brow creases instantly when he sees you stood there with that deer in headlights look. âyou good?â
ârafeâŚâ you whisper, trailing over to him worriedly. you place your hands on his warm damp arms, trying to turn him so you can look at his body and check for injuries in every which directions making him smirk a little. âyou okay?â
âiâm fineâŚâ his volume matches yours, a habit known too well by the both of you, a natural quietness coming with having a baby since just about anything could wake her up. heâs stood with just a towel slung low on his hips, a fresh cut on his lower abdomen and new bruises revealing themselves along his ribs and arms. he sees your expression and shakes his head, taking your jaw with a gentle firmness that only he could manage, tilting it up to look at him. âmâfine, âkay?â he repeats slower, a little sterner and your shoulders relax, sighing with a nod. âare you fine? hm? iâm relaxed, are you relaxed right now?â he takes on a more teasing tone, tilting his head to smush his lips against yours.
you let him gently manoeuvre you to kiss him however you like, practically floating infront of him as you feel the stress wash away now that he was here. âam i ever relaxed with this baby?â you joke, voice soft and lilting, eyes still closed making him chuckle low in his throat.
âwell we canât have that, can we? yâneed to relax. infact i thinkâŚâ another kiss. âi think i can help you with that, donât you?â he teases once more, slowly backing you up to the bed. your body melts and youâre lucky the backs of your knees hit the bed, because you werenât sure how much longer youâd be able to stand. âyou need to be taken care off too, you know. sâwhy iâm here.â he lowers himself to a squat, pulling your hips to the end of the bed and pushing your slip dress up, knowing thereâs probably nothing beneath it. you lay back, sighing in exhaustion and arousal and he smiles, glancing up at you.
âthere you go. lemme take it all away for a bit, yeah?â
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"love you to the moon and to saturn"
| how they love you in their own special ways
| gepard landau x reader, dan heng x reader, blade x reader, kafka x reader, jing yuan x reader, luocha x reader
Ë ęą notes and disclaimers: reader and character are in an established relationship, reader is gender neutral. not proofread!!!
Ë ęą authors notes: im trying to write as much as i can here so that my account doesn't go stale if you know what i mean. these are kinda short so i apologise if you were expecting the scenarios to be longer :(
gepard landau ( ć°ĺ¸ĺžˇ ) *â
no matter how early he'd have to wake up for work, you'd always wake up to a freshly made breakfast. either on a plate on the dining table or in a lunch box with a little note stuck on it.
"sorry for having to leave so early, i made you this. remember to eat lunch while i'm gone. i love you." with a small, albeit rushed heart at the bottom of the note. if he has enough time he'll even make a smoothie for you!! using some of the fruits you two bought together while grocery shopping. he's always a little self conscious of his cooking so please be sure to let him know how good his cooking is!!
whenever he comes home late, he makes sure to greet you with a soft kiss before removing his armor, he'll always see you as his first priority even if he doesn't know how to say it, you can tell through his actions.
dan heng ( 业ć ) *â
he pats your head whenever he's proud of you. he often doesn't know how to verbalise his emotions towards you, often overthinking about how you'll react to them. so he resorts to patting you on the head to tell you that you've done a good job and that he's proud of you.
his hand was slightly shaking as he reaches for your head, lightly carding his fingers through your hair. you look up at him to ask what's wrong but the faint blush on his cheeks tells you everything.
you turn around to fully face him to give him a kiss on his lips, the hand on your head slightly pushes you closer towards him. it's moments like these that his beyond thankful he's been able to find someone who understands him.
blade ( ĺ ) *â
he patches you up whenever you get injured after missions. he doesn't trust anyone else to bandage you properly so he does it himself. he's uncharacteristically gentle with his hands, making sure to not wrap the bandages too tightly on your wounds.
few words need to be exchanged between you two but you know he cares deeply about you when the first thing he says to you when you come back from a mission is "come with me." as he gently takes hold of your wrist.
when he's all done with patching you up he takes a second to look at you before gently kissing your forehead. "stop being so careless, i don't like seeing you get hurt." he sighs as he pulls away.
kafka ( ĺĄčĺĄ ) *â
she kisses you before every mission. she keeps it a surprise every time too, kissing you on the cheek, forehead, the tip of your nose or your lips. it's her own way of saying "come back to me soon." with her gentle kisses. finding your expression adorable every time she decides to mix it up and surprise you.
she doesn't say anything as she hooks a finger under your chin, lips dangerously close to yours. her other arm snakes around your waist, pulling you closer to her as she places a gentle kiss to your lips. she pulls away with a smile, chuckling at your flustered state as she sends you off.
jing yuan ( ćŻĺ
) *â
he lets you rest your head on his shoulder as he works, sometimes humming along with the soft melodies that's playing on the record player. he always insists on you choosing the song for the day, even if he doesn't know the song, he's happy that you like it.
his fingers are carded through your hair, every now and then giving the top of your head a little scratch or a mini massage. when he gets tired of constantly having to focus and write out reports, he puts his pen down and leans his head on yours. the hand that was once holding the pen is now wrapped around your waist.
he nuzzles his head into your hair, just in time for his afternoon nap.
luocha ( ç˝ĺš ) *â
he always manages to find the perfect little nick nacks for you, ranging from little pendants to jewellery. every piece of jewellery is tailored to fit your skin color. you always insist that it's too much and that you don't need him to keep bringing these to you but he does it anyways
he finds the smile on your face when he brings you something to be so adorable. the slight blush that dusts your cheeks adds to that factor too. if he brought you some rings to try on he'll personally slip them onto your fingers, kissing your hand when he's done.
notes and reblogs are heavily appreciated !!
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Happy Birthday â Neteyam x fem!metkayina!reader
contains: aged!up neteyam, tsaheylu, p in v, oral sex (f recieving), virginity loss, creampie, straight up love making.
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The bioluminescence coming from the small pool of water in the cave reflected off of the rocky walls and onto yours and Neteyams skin as you two sat on your knees before each other.
You held your kuru in front of you, the end of it in your lap as you and Neteyam held eye contact. He wrapped his darker blue hand around his own kuru, and pulled it over his shoulder so that it dangled down his chest.
Today was your 18th birthday. The same day you passed your iknimaya and finally became a woman. You were a bit tired from trying to master the ability to ride your tsurak, but you and Neteyam had been planning to mate on your 18th birthday for years.
When Neteyam and his family arrived to Awaâatlu, he was sure that he was going to be alone for the rest of his life. But when he saw you in the crowd of people curiously looking at him and his family, he became not so sure.
And his feelings only expanded when you were the one who taught him the way of the water. When you were the one who constantly had your hands on him while teaching him, telling him how he should breath, and that he needed to slow down his heart beat. But how could he when a beautiful girl sat in front of him with her hands on his chest and stomach?
So here you were, sitting before each other, staring into each other's eyes longingly. You glanced down at where you two were about to connect then looked at him. He looked at you for any sort of regret or hesitance, but when you nodded, he brought the pinkish tendrils of both of your kurus together, watching in awe as they tangled around each other, connecting your souls. Tying them to one another for all of eternity.
Neteyamâs back straightened and he closed his eyes, lifting his chin towards the ceiling of the cave. His lips parted as a soft breath left them, and when he opened his eyes to look at you, his pupils took over the amber color of his irises.
His hands reached for your hips, and he pulled you closer to him. You pressed your cheek against his, breathing in every drop of his scent then pulled back and placed kisses all along his face before resting your forehead against his.
His hands rubbed up and down your thighs, up and down your back, and up your neck before resting both of his palms on your jaw, his breath trembling at the overwhelming feeling of finally being yours.
Both of your minds raced with the thoughts of your future together as you both held each other with much love, but then one thought crossed your mind. A thought that had been a plan. A plan for Neteyam to take your virginity.
Suddenly, a soft grunt left Neteyams lips and you pulled off of his forehead and looked into his eyes. You hadnât even realized you were grinding down on him as his hips desperately grinded back up into you. His thick cock pulsed in his tewng, the feeling of it uncomfortable as it became tighter the harder his cock got. And your wetness soaking through your tewng and soaking his certainly wasnât helping.
âI want you.â You whispered, and he didnât say anything. He just looked at you and nodded, then grabbed your thighs, pulling them around his hips before he gently laid you down onto the mat that had been put down just for this reason.
Your hips continued to squirm when he put both of his hands on either side of your head, hovering over you as his braids tickled your face. You reached your hand up and pushed them out of his face, holding all of his braids at the back of his head. With his braids in your hand, you pushed down his head and connected your lips, hungrily kissing him. Though the kisses were slow and passionate, they were full of desperation and desire.
Neteyam pulled his lips off of yours then trailed kisses down your cheek, jaw, and neck where he sucked and bit, littering dark hickies all over your neck. He began to kiss your collarbone, then down the valley between your breasts. He lifted his head a bit and used one hand to take off your seashell top that barely covered anything.
âMy beautiful girl,â He whispered when your perky breasts were fully bare. âMy muntxate (wife).â His soft words sent shivers to your core, and you were pretty sure your entire tewng was drenched by now.
He kissed around your nipple before attaching his mouth to it, his tongue swirling around it and sucking it, releasing with a âpopâ sound before giving your other nipple the same treatment. Your hands gripped onto his hair and small whimpers left your lips as he continued to alternate between your two nipples, your hips rolling against his, earning a sweet sigh when Neteyam lifted himself off of your breasts.
His hand squeezed the soft flesh as he began to trail kisses down your stomach, but stopping when he kissed just below your navel.
âWhat are you doing?â You asked breathlessly, lifting yourself up with your elbows, curiously looking down at him. He shushed you and his fingers hooked underneath your tewng, tugging it off of you. You lifted your hips to help him, and once your tewng was fully off, it was discarded somewhere in the cave.
He stared down at your glistening pussy, his hungry eyes almost making you close your legs, but he was quick to pull them apart.
You were about to whine, but when he brought his face down to your pussy, your lips were sealed. Well, not really, because when he pressed his nose to your clit, a tiny moan escaped your lips. Your hips jolted and your back fell back down against the mat.
You thought he was going to immediately devour you since every other time he ate you out, thatâs what he did, but this time, he didnât. He just kept his nose pressed to your clit with closed eyes. You could see his tail swishing back and forth behind him, and you furrowed your brow bone.
âNeteyam?â You lifted yourself back up and the sight before you nearly made you cum on the spot.
Neteyam had his nose buried between your folds, and you could hear his deep inhales. Your cheeks heated with embarrassment and you slightly pulled away, but his eyes opened and the fingers that once groped your breasts now gripped your hips, keeping you in place.
âWhat is it, MaâY/N?â He asks in a teasing tone when you whine in frustration, even though he knew damn well what it is. âTell me what you want.â He whispers, his breath fanning against your hole that clenched desperately around nothing.
When you gave nothing but a whine as a reply, he chuckled softly and pressed a kiss to your clit, making you gasp.
Soon, his tongue licked stripes up and down your cunt, slurping up every last drop of your wetness, allowing whatever he didnât swallow to drip down his chin and neck. He knew exactly how to make you feel good with just his tongue, and he took pride in that fact.
The only sounds that could be heard were slurping noises, your whimpers, and his moans that vibrated against your pussy.
âLook at me,â He said, his words a bit muffled as he continued to eat you out when he spoke, sucking on your clit. âLook at me while I eat this pussy.â
You lift your head and maintain eye contact with him, his eyes boring into your face as he watches it scrunch up in pleasure. He wanted to glance down at your breasts that jiggled as your chest heaved, but he was too busy staring at you, his beautiful mate who stared back at him like a good girl while he ate your pussy.
Your hips began to squirm more than before, hinting to him that you were close, and he found the strength to pull his mouth off of your intoxicating pussy that tasted so sweet.
You whined and he licked his lips, caressing your thighs as he got up on his knees â still in between your legs. He leaned down and kissed your lips to which you kissed back, tasting yourself, and lifting your hands to tangle into his braids and tug gently.
âAre you sure you want to do this?â He asks in a soft tone, looking down at you to make sure.
âYes, Iâm sure.â You reply, nodding as you look back at him, wrapping your legs around his hips, pulling his clothed cock against your bare pussy. You moaned at the feeling of the entire outline of his cock, and he gasped quietly, his brow bone furrowing and his ears pinning back.
He licked his lips again and then lifted off of you, pulling down his tewng before discarding it in the same place yours was. His hard length immediately stood up, but not all the way due to the heaviness of it.
You had seen his cock before, but never in this light. Before, you had just jerked him off or gave him blow jobs, but now, the thought of him actually being inside you made your mouth water.
You observed every detail of his cock. He had stripes that went up barely an inch of his shaft, his tip was usually a dark blue but now looked more like a dark purple, bioluminescent freckles trailed all over his pretty cock, and he had 1 prominent vein on the underside of his cock.
The tip of his flushed member dripped with pre-cum, and he twitched under your gaze, causing more pre-cum to spill out and drip right onto your pussy. Neteyams fingers wrapped around the bottom of his shaft, and pressed it onto your pussy.
You moaned and bucked your hips up, causing his cock to slide between your folds, giving your clit the right amount of friction.
Then, he brought his leaking tip right to your entrance, and Neteyam leaned over you and kissed you deeply and passionately.
âTell me to stop, and I will.â He says to you, and you nod, mumbling âokayâ. He looked down at where you two were about to connect, and then looked back up at you. You nodded and he slowly pushed in the tip.
The stretch was more than his fingers had ever given you, and you hissed, wrapping your arms around his neck. When he could feel your pain through the connection of your kuruâs, he cursed himself for not preparing you with his fingers and being caught up in his own world, but he just pushed in a little more, stopping to look at you.
Your cunt clenched tightly around the tip of his dick, and he moaned, looking down at your gorgeous body fully exposed for him and only him. It took everything in him to not fuck you like he always wanted to when the thought of you only being seen like this by him crossed his mind.
âM-More.â You say, and he pushes into you more, his dick halfway inside of you. When heâs about to push in even more, your hand harshly hits his abdomen. Heâs taken aback, but doesnât react to the hit. He feels your pain through the connection of your souls, so his hips come to an immediate stop.
âShhh, I got you. Youâre okay.â He whispers, breath fanning over your lips.
The feeling of him inside of you was overwhelming and quite frankly painful. You had never had anything this big inside of you, and the stretch of him burned. You whimpered and tears filled your eyes, leaking down your temples as your head rested against the mat, your eyes squeezed shut.
Neteyam leans down and kisses away your tears. âYouâre doing so well, mama.â He whispers into your ear, one hand rubbing your inner thigh while the other caresses your cheek, his thumb rubbing back and forth. âAre you okay?â
You nod and let out shaky breaths.
âTry to relax,â He says. âCalm your breathing.. Do you want to stop?â You quickly shake your head.
You try to do as he says, but just as you begin to slow down your breathing, the pain of his cock inside of you melts away and gets replaced with pleasure. This causes your breathing to speed up again.
Your lips part and your brows knit together.
âNeteyam..â You whisper. âPlease.â Your pussy flutters around him and your hips grind against him, and he takes that as a sign to move.
He moans and traps your head between his strong arms, his breath fanning over your lips as he grinds into you, slowly moving in and out.
You moan and stare right into his eyes, the level of intimacy making your head foggy.
He presses his chest against yours, and kisses you deeply, pushing his tongue past your lips. Your tongues fight for dominance, the kiss turning into nothing but clashing teeth and tongues.
You moan into each others mouths, hands grabbing and rubbing anything they could find. Your hands found his shoulders, scratching at them before scratching down his back, whereas one of his hands found your boob while the other snaked in between your warm and sweaty bodies to rub your clit.
âOh, great mother!â You pull away from the kiss and throw your head back, a loud moan bouncing off the walls of the cave. The moan was not only triggered by his fingers rubbing your clit, but at the same time he did that, the tip of his dick hit the opening of your cervix.
He takes this as an opportunity to kiss the dark spots from before, sucking the same spots to make them even darker.
âFuck, you feel so good.â Neteyam nearly whimpered out his words, trying his best to not cum inside of you. Every single moan that left your lips went straight to his dick. He had never heard you make noises like this before, and the warmth and tightness of your pussy just added to the throbbing of his cock.
âSo fucking tight.â He hissed when you clench around him.
He sped up his thrusts, hoping that would bring you closer to cumming because with the way you looked and sounded, he knew he wasnât going to last long.
You cried out his name when he began to pound into you, and your legs wrapped around his hips, locking your ankles together. You felt a tightness in your lower stomach, and goosebumps form all over your body. âTeyam, âm gonna..â You cut yourself off with a moan. ââm gonna c-cum!â
âYeah? Cum for me, yawne,â He groaned. âMake a mess on my cock.â
His words had your legs shaking around him, and when you finally gushed all around his cock, your back arched, pushing your boobs against him, and your body trembled beneath him. Your pussy repeated clenched and fluttered around his cock, causing his movements to come to a halt.
âOh, fuck⌠oh, fuck, Iâm cumming.â He moaned and then toppled over onto you, pressing his forehead between your breasts, whimpering loudly as thick spurts of his warm cum filled you to the brim.
You breath heavily, placing your hands on Neteyams head and stroking his braids.
Once he recovered from the strongest orgasm of his life, he held himself up once again and slowly pulled out. You whined a tiny bit at the feeling of the fullness converting to emptiness.
He lays down next to you and pulls you closely to his body. You turned to lay on your side, looking at him breathlessly.
âDid I hurt you?â He asks, worry in his eyes as he places a hand on your cheek, inspecting every single one of your facial features to see if there was any hint of pain.
You shake your head and place your hand over his. âNo, you were perfect.â
He blushes and smiles at you. âSo weâre you. Youâre so beautiful⌠I canât wait to spend the rest of my life with you.â
You smile back and him and then bring your forehead to his. âI see you.â You say, and he closes his eyes, rubbing your cheek.
âI see you.â He says back in a soft tone, then kisses you gently. âHappy birthday, my love.â
And soon, you two fell asleep, warm bodies still pressed together with your arms and legs wrapped around each other. Your kurus remained connected, and you had a feeling that mating with him would become a common occurrence (not that you had a problem with that.)
Best birthday gift ever.
a/n: this is the longest smut iâve ever written đ
but anyways i hope yâall enjoy this đ
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⢠summary: aleksander notices that something different is going on with reader, and his suspicions raise. how will he react when those suspicions are confirmed?
⢠contains: aleksander morozova x fem reader, mention of pregnancy/symptoms, mention of sickness/throwing up, fluff
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Aleksander had started noticing subtle changes in his partner. She was constantly tired, nauseous in the mornings, and had a strange aversion to certain smells. His mind started putting the pieces together, and suspicions began to form. Although he didn't have any concrete evidence yet, he couldn't shake the feeling that she might be pregnant.
He would observe her closely, noting her increasing fatigue and the new patterns in her behavior. Each observation further fed his suspicions, strengthening his belief that she was indeed carrying his child.
Days passed, and he could hardly concentrate on anything else but the thought of her being pregnant. He observed her more closely, noting her mood swings, her growing appetite, and the small changes in her body. The possibility of fatherhood was both exhilarating and terrifying, and the thought consumed his mind.
One day, he found her sitting on the edge of the bed, her hands on her stomach. She was deep in thought, her expression a mixture of fear and wonder. The sight of her, lost in her own thoughts, struck a chord within him. He walked over to her, his heart beating a little faster.
"Are you okay?" He asked, trying to keep his voice steady. He sat down beside her, gently placing a hand on her shoulder.
She stared off into nothing, and when she started to speak, her voice was quiet and hesitant. âFirst, my breasts started to hurt. Which was strange, Iâve never felt anything like it beforeâŚâ
âAnd then, I couldnât even stand the smell of my favorite soup. My favorite soup, Aleksander.â She exasperated as if it were a crime.
He nodded, his mind racing. The changes she mentioned were classic signs of pregnancy. The nausea, the aversions to once-favorite foods, even the tenderness in her breasts. It all pointed in one direction.
âIâve been throwing up the past two daysâŚâ She continued once she knew he wasnât going to speak. âIt wasnât much, but it was still awful. I went to the healers, which was probably foolish because what could they have done for me?â
His stomach churned at the mention of her vomiting. The healers at the Little Palace were knowledgeable, but it was true that without knowing the cause, they could only offer general advice or remedies. "Why didn't you come to me first?" He asked, his voice a mixture of concern and irritation.
Her brows furrowed together, as she shook her head slightly. âWhat were you meant to do? Massage my breasts? Make my soup smell better? Hold my hair?â She rambled.
He couldn't help but chuckle at her sarcastic comments, the sound of his laughter breaking the tension that had settled over them. "Those are all important tasks, you know," he teased, a wicked grin playing on his lips.
She couldnât help but playfully roll her eyes. âThey may have been nice gestures, yes. But that wouldnât help me out much, would it?â
"Oh, I don't know," he replied, his smile turning more suggestive. "My hands are very skilled, and I have been known to be quite calming."
She nudged her shoulder into his, a small bit of laughter coming from her as she felt the tension between them lift. This reminded her of why she loved him, how he always made her feel better.
He relished the sound of her laughter, the way her smile lit up her face. He loved the way she responded to his teasing, the way she always softened his hard edges. Leaning into her, he wrapped an arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer to him.
She looked up at him through her lashes as she whispered the words that would change everything. âIâm pregnant, Aleksander.â
The moment the words left her lips, time seemed to freeze. His breath caught in his chest, his eyes widening in disbelief. He had suspected it, but hearing her say it out loud, confirming his suspicions, was a shock he hadn't fully prepared for. Thousands of emotions swirled within him, each one fighting for dominance. Shock, joy, fear, and uncertainty all vied for attention, leaving him speechless.
His thoughts raced as he tried to process her revelation. A child. A life, one they had created together, was growing inside of her. It was a prospect both thrilling and terrifying. He took a moment to regain his composure, his arm still around her shoulders, his hand gently stroking her hair.
"Are you sure?" He finally managed to ask, his voice rough with the weight of her confession. He needed to know for certain, needed to hear her confirm it again.
âI wouldnât have told you if I wasnât certain.â
His heart hammered in his chest at her words, the confirmation settling heavily in his mind. A thousand thoughts and fears flooded through him, but he fought to keep his emotions in check. He exhaled slowly, his eyes studying her face, searching for any sign of uncertainty.
She knew why he was looking at her as if he were studying her very soul. âIâm certain.â She repeated.
His eyes locked onto hers, the intensity in his gaze unwavering. He believed her, trusted her completely. If she said she was certain, he had no reason to doubt her. The realization that she was carrying his child, their child, settled within him, a mix of awe and trepidation. His hand moved to gently rest upon her stomach, his palm flat against her abdomen.
"A child," he said quietly, his voice barely more than a whisper. "Our child."
The words slipped from his lips like a reverent prayer, filled with a mixture of wonder and disbelief. He had never imagined himself as a father, never thought he would want to become one. And yet, now that the possibility was before him, he felt an unexpected tenderness in his heart.
âOur child.â She repeated, her hand covering his, a small smile tugging her lips upwards.
The touch of her hand on his, the sight of her smile, sent a new wave of emotions coursing through him. He had never allowed himself to dream of a family, always believing his path was one of solitude. But here she was, carrying their child, and the possibility of a future he had never dared to imagine seemed within reach.
He gently intertwined his fingers with hers, a silent acknowledgement of what was now undeniably real.
As they sat together on the edge of the bed, their hands intertwined and their minds wrapped around the news of her pregnancy, a mixture of emotions coursed through Aleksander. Excitement, anticipation, fear, wonder - it was all there, swirling around in this moment they shared. He looked down at their hands, his fingers gently tracing the back of hers.
"Our child," he repeated once more, the words tasting sweet on his tongue. He smiled then, a genuine smile of happiness. "We're going to be parents."
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inuyasha, kagome and jealousy: why their feelings were justified
disclaimer: I'm aware there's a debate about whether or not inukag was officially, canonically dating during the series and that the answers tend to change according to the source material embasing them (manga or anime), but despite using manga panels to write this, I did it purely out of practicality and have no intentions of opening this particular can of worms right now. The point I'll be trying to make for @inukag-week's bickering prompt is that their feelings were valid regardless.
Inuyasha and Kagome get criticized a lot for the jealousy they feel of each other.
People seem to think that Kagome is not entitled to that sentiment because she chose to stay by his side knowing what it entailed and, more often than not, was the one telling him to go see Kikyo, so it's not fair of her to resent him when he actually does.
On the other hand, they claim that precisely because Inuyasha goes to see Kikyo, it's hypocritical of him to get mad at the fact that Koga is constantly showing just how much romantically invested he is on Kagome, as he has no ground to stand on.
Their feelings, however, are completely justified and no other scene proves that better than this manga interaction Sunrise mercilessly cut out:
Inuyasha is once again jealous of Kagome and Koga's proximity and he lets his frustrations out in no uncertain terms, but then Kagome makes a good point: what righ has he to be upset about it when he is also close to Kikyo? It's exactly why he gets flak in the first place. And his answer to that question is very interesting:
She may think Inuyasha is diverting, but he's really not. That's the briliance of this exchange: they are both right and they are both wrong on their assumptions.
Of course that, from Kagome's perspective, Koga putting his arms around her is not that big of a deal. They have no history whatsoever and she made it clear since day one that she wasn't interested. If he still wants to shoot his shot, it's all she can do to lay a friend and ally down gently.
Plus, it doesn't hurt that Koga's interest on her is such an ego boost...
Or that it turns the tables on Inuyasha to make him feel insecure and worried for a change.
Or that, in a twisted way, it actually reassures her of the feelings he tries so hard to be nonchalant about.
It might be a little petty of her, but how any of that even compares to Inuyasha kissing Kikyo? To Inuyasha meeting her alone even though she did terrible things to the two of them? To everyone constantly talking about how he still has feelings for her?
Surely he must know, after everything they've been through, that it can't compare, that he is the one Kagome is in love with. And since he does know, how dare he ever doubt her?
And of course that, from Inuyasha's point of view, Koga putting his arms around her is a huge deal. She complains about how every time he sees Kikyo they "float off into their own little world" but the truth is that except for the kiss she laid on him and the goodbye one they shared when she passed away for good â none of which had romantic conotations â, his interactions with Kikyo were pretty sterile, especially if juxtaposed with Kagome's interactions with Koga.
Kikyo is dead and isn't romantically interested in Inuyasha, nor is he romantically interested in her, but Koga certainly is into Kagome. Just because it isn't reciprocal yet, doesn't mean it hasn't potential to be.
Koga is the one regularly inserting himself into her personal space and she lets him, even though he did terrible things to the two of them. And so how can he be sure she doesn't like it? And how exactly is that different from the dynamic they share? Was she, after all, just being nice with him too and nothing more?
Surely she must know, after everything they've been through, that he only leaves because he has a duty to fulfil, but that he will always come back to her, that she is the one whose shoulders he puts his arm around. And since she does know, how dare she ever doubt him?
It's a classic case of miscommunication, but one that actually makes total sense, because they're just two teenagers navigating through extremely complex feelings in the worst possible circumstances.
They don't have the bigger picture the audience has and even if they did, their judgement would still be clouded by their jealousy, which keeps they stuck into their own perspectives.
And what makes even hard for them to get over these feelings is that they don't come from a place of ownership at all, but rather from a place of insecurity.
That's why Koga and Kikyo make up for such formidable rivals for Inuyasha and Kagome: it's not about the competition â the audience knows there isn't really one â, it's about the insecurities they bring out of the pairing, because they were carefully designed to do just that.
From the very beginning Kagome was being compared to Kikyo for being her reincarnation. She starts the story already having to measure up to her in power and once Kikyo actually enters the scene, Kagome is also taken aback by her beauty and elegance, but more than that: she feels like she can't compete because Kikyo "died for Inuyasha." One day he might return the favor.
For his part, Inuyasha has Koga to deal with. A good looking, uncomplicated man who has taken a like to Kagome and has absolutely nothing holding him back from pursuing her, while he has nothing to offer but a difficult past, an unstable present and an uncertain future. One day she could grow tired of it all and realize that Koga could give her everything he couldn't and leave for good.
In conclusion, all that jealousy is rooted in insecurities and in the fear of losing each other, which are completely understandable and absolutely valid .
The differece, I think, is that the narrative lets Inuyasha express his feelings of jealousy directly towards Koga, from insults to actual physical fights, without grand repercutions, while Kagome is never allowed allowed a similar outlet
But that's a topic for another day.
Special thanks to @kitramune for helping me with the panels.
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Safe With You
A/N - Another random quick piece, not edited (whoops).
Summary - Spencer comes home from a tough case. Reader tries to figure out what's bothering him with help from another team member.
Warnings - spencer x fem!reader, BAU level violence, a small lover's spat, a little white lie, fluff at the end, maybe some implied smut
Spencer was a good man. Heâd had his fair share of difficulties, more so than the average person. However, he carried it well most of the time. Almost every time he came home from a case, he was relatively calm. Heâd take a shower, fall asleep in bed, and forget about this case so he could focus on moving on to the next one.Â
However, after he came home this evening, you could tell he was struggling with something. He paced around your shared living room, occasionally digging the heel of his hand into his eyes as if trying to wipe away some bad thought. You let it go at first, hoping he would join you on the couch. However, after ten minutes of his constantly shuffling back and forth, you decided to put an end to it.Â
You rose from the couch, walking slowly over to him. Spencer had stopped at the edge of his desk, leaning over the hard oak surface to skim over some papers scattering the desktop. You gently placed your hands on his shoulders, a soft reminder of your presence. Almost immediately you could feel his shoulders drop as he released some tension into your touch. Without a word, you gently massaged the knot you felt forming at the base of his neck.Â
âDonât you think itâs time to go take a shower, honey?â you prompted gently, not wanting to upset him any more than he already was.Â
Though he had leaned into your touch, you could feel him tense up a bit at the suggestion. Spencer looked down, checking the silver watch he wore on his wrist. He let out a soft sigh. Heâd already been home for over an hour and had yet to settle into his typical routine.Â
âMaybe so,â he mumbled. He slipped out from between you and the desk, making quick work of crossing the living room and entering the bathroom where he promptly shut the door behind him.Â
You frowned at his inability to confide in you, knowing you wouldnât be able to rest until you got to the bottom of what was going on. You looked over the files on his desk, looking for any sign of what might have upset him. He was particularly set off when cases involved children, all of the BAU were. But from this file, it didnât seem like there was anything out of the ordinary that would make him act this way. You slunk away from the desk, feeling defeated before a thought crossed your mind: Penelope Garcia.Â
You padded over to the kitchen counter to grab your phone. Scrolling through your contacts, you quickly dialed the blond computer genius and your favorite of Spencerâs many coworkers. Something about her was always so kind, so welcoming, and you knew she would be more than happy to help you figure out what was bothering Spencer.Â
The phone rang once before a bubbly voice spoke from the other end of the line, âPenelope Garcia at your service,â she chided.Â
âHey, Penelope. I need help with something,â you said, not wanting to take up any more of her time than you needed to. Aside from that, youâd hate to find out what Spencer would say if he found you out here trying to get information from his coworkers.Â
âOf course! Is everything okay?â she asked, concern seeping into her voice.Â
âWhat? Oh! Yes, e-everything is fine,â you stuttered as you tried to listen for any sign that Spencer might be coming out of the bathroom. âIâll have to make this call quick. Do you happen to know why Spencer came home so upset this evening?âÂ
Penelopeâs end of the line was silent for a moment as she thought. âActually, I might have an idea,â she hummed. You could hear her clacking away on a keyboard in the background, and you couldnât help but wonder what kind of amazing multitasking skills this woman had. âThis last case was pretty routine,â Penelope said, âexcept for the victims, in Spencerâs case.âÂ
You furrowed your brow. âWhat do you mean?â you asked.Â
âThey were very⌠similar to you, in a lot of ways. Eye color, hair color, even height. The bad guy was some jilted lover, after women who looked like the lady whoâd done him wrong. Spencer, of course, thought of you nearly immediately when we saw the victim profiles. Really, we all did. He took it pretty hard.âÂ
Your frown turned into a grimace at the implication of Penelopeâs words. âOh but Penelope, thatâs ridiculous. That case was a thousand miles away. Spencer knows I was safe here the whole time.âÂ
You heard Penelope tsk on the other end of the line. âThat may be so, deary, but that canât stop his genius mind from running a million miles a minute. JJ said she hadnât seen him so worked up in a year.âÂ
You could hardly believe what you were hearing. You knew Spencer was protective, but you didnât know he could get so upset over something so far out there. You shook the thoughts away from your head as you heard the shower shut off in the bathroom. âWell, Iâd better go before he gets out of the bathroom. Thank you for the information, Penelope. Youâre a lifesaver.â
âDonât sweat it, mi amor. Good luck with boy genius.â With that, Penelopeâs end of the line went dead and you were left with nothing but a cell phone in your hands as Spencer walked out of the bathroom.Â
âWho were you talking to?â he asked, an eyebrow raised. His t-shirt clung to his damp frame as he ran a hand over the stubble on his chin. Spencer knows you have an aversion to talking on the phone. Something about texting is just so much more convenient.Â
âUh-â you tried to think of a quick lie. Anything but the truth would be perfect at this moment. âJJ. Michael couldnât sleep. He wanted to know if you could tell him a bedtime story on FaceTime, but I told her you seemed pretty worn out and said you could do it tomorrow night instead.â That wasnât a terrible lie. Michael had always loved Spencerâs stories, and at least once a month Spencer was bound by his godfather-duties to provide a new bedtime story.Â
Spencer nodded, a strand of wet hair falling in front of his face. âI guess Iâm due up for another one, arenât I?â he asked rhetorically. He turned from you, heading down the hallway to the bedroom. You couldnât help but wonder why, if Spencer was so worried about you, he didnât seem to want to talk to you.Â
You left your phone on the counter and followed him to the bedroom, slipping in the bedroom door and shutting it. By the time you reached the edge of the bed, Spencer had already slipped into his side and turned off his bedside lamp. You sighed. Maybe it was best not to push him. Surely heâd open up with some time. Right?
Defeated for the evening and confused by your boyfriendâs actions, you tucked yourself into your side of the bed before turning your light off. The darkness consuming the room only reminded you of the lack of his body pressed against yours as you drifted off to sleep.
***
When you awoke only two hours later, you immediately rolled over, expecting to be greeted by Spencer in the bed next to you. However, you were instead met with an empty space. The covers were messily left at the bottom of the bed as if heâd left in a hurry. You felt a small panic rising in your chest. Had he left for a case and not even told you?Â
You hopped out of bed and quickly left the bedroom, nearly jogging down the hallway to your living room. You could see that Spencerâs desk lamp was on, and thankfully his silhouette was visible behind the light. He looked up when you entered, only to look back down at the papers on his desk when it was clear you were looking for him.Â
âWhat are you doing?â you asked.Â
âCouldnât sleep,â he said shortly. If youâd been frustrated by your boyfriendâs actions earlier, his tone now was enough to spark a small anger in your chest.Â
You took a deep breath, deciding on a plan of action. You decided to start simple, hoping it would get you somewhere. âSpence, whatâs the matter?â
He didnât look up to acknowledge you, instead choosing to flip through some more files on his desk. âI told you, I couldnât sleep. Go back to bed.â Thatâs enough, you thought, his attitude making your jaw clench.Â
âLook at me, Spencer,â you said pointedly. The sharpness of your voice surprised even you. Spencer nearly jumped, and you could see the guilt pooling in his eyes as he slowly made eye contact with you for the first time since arriving home.Â
âThank you,â you said. You approached his desk, perching yourself on the edge. âDo you care to tell me why youâve been ignoring me since you got home?âÂ
Spencer sighed, closing the file in front of him and looking up at you. He scanned your face as he calculated a reply. âI had a bad case,â he said frankly. He wasnât being dishonest, but you could tell he was holding something back.Â
âOkay,â you said, noting your acceptance of this half-truth. âWhy was it a bad case?âÂ
Spencer shrugged. âAnytime people die itâs a bad case, Y/N.âÂ
You let out a bitter laugh as you stood up from the edge of the desk, walking over to the sofa. âI get that, Spencer. But usually when you say its a âbad case,ââ you made air quotes with your fingers, âsomething specific really bothers you. I want to know what it was.â
You looked back up at him, noticing that heâd closed his eyes and leaned back in his chair. If he wasnât being so stubborn, youâd have happily climbed in his lap and appreciated his beauty, but now wasnât the time. Youâd nearly given up on getting your answer. You thought about turning away from him and going back to the bedroom, but it was then that he spoke.Â
âThey all looked like you,â he said bitterly.Â
âWho?â you asked.Â
Spencer cleared his throat, grimacing as if a bad taste entered his mouth. âAll the victims. They looked just like you. I couldnât stop⌠I couldnât get it out of my head.â He spoke quietly, but honestly, and you felt relief flood you as he finally told you the truth.Â
âSpencer,â you walked over to him once more, putting a hand on his shoulder. âIâm safe here. You know nothing is going to happen to me.â
He whirled around in his chair quickly, eyes wide. âI donât know that! Especially when Iâm halfway across the country. Why doesnât anyone get it?â he stood up from his chair, running a hand through his messy hair as he began to pace again.Â
âHelp me understand,â you pleaded, sliding down into his desk chair. âI canât help you if I donât understand.â
âItâs just-â he took a deep breath, planting his feet flat on the floor to keep himself still as he started talking. âItâs just that everyone kept telling me âNothing like this could ever happen to her!â They donât know that. Iâve seen terrible things happen to people ânothing could ever happen to.ââÂ
You fell silent, looking down at your hands folded in your lap. Spencer had seen a lifetime of trauma in his thirty-some years. You knew Spencer worried for you. You only wished you could take the burden away from him.Â
âIâm sorry,â you murmured.Â
âNo-â Spencer shook his head. He walked over to where you sat in the desk chair, getting down on one knee so the two of you were at eye level. âDonât be sorry. Iâm sorry I was rude to you. You didnât do anything, and it was unfair of me. Just know itâs only because I care.â
âI know you do. But, I do have to apologize. I lied earlier.âÂ
Spencer pulled back from you, a small frown painting his face. âLied? About what?âÂ
âI was on the phone with Penelope. I wanted to know why you were upset. She filled me in.â
Spencerâs formerly furrowed brows relaxed as your words sank in. âOh Garcia,â he sighed, âwhat would any of us do without her?â
You shook your head. âI donât know,â you said truthfully. âWhat I do know is that I love you, and I need you to know that Iâm as safe as I can be with you.âÂ
Spencer met your eyes, a small smile tugging at the corner of his lips. His eyes seemed glazed over, nearly teary. âI love you too. You know that?â
You nodded, reaching for him as he wrapped his arms around your waist. The two of you stayed like that for a minute, appreciating each otherâs warmth, when you felt yourself suddenly being lifted off the chair and into the air.Â
âHey! Where are we going?â you asked, a small laugh leaving your lips as you wrapped your legs around his waist.Â
âTo bed,â he said into your shoulder as he walked you both towards the bedroom. âIâve been neglecting my girlfriend for the past four hours. I think she deserves a good nightâs rest.â
You pulled back from him, arms resting gently around his neck as he carried you into the bedroom. âI can think of a lot of things I deserve,â you joked.Â
Spencer smirked mischievously. âThank god I donât have work tomorrow,â he said as he shut the bedroom door behind him.
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