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panerasbox · 26 days ago

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Stop The World —

Pairing: Chessy x fem!reader (present time)

Genre: fluff!

word count: 1,293

Chapter one 🎭 Chapter two 🎭 Chapter three 🎭 Chapter four 🎭 Chapter five 🎭 Chapter six

a/n: this next chapter came out a few days before I anticipated, but this one is dedicated to @schemmentisimpasours ! good vibes, friend 🙏🏻

Chessy found Y/n in the garden, standing quietly by the rose bushes. The morning sun was climbing now, soft and golden, warming the dew still clinging to the grass. The bushes were in that in-between stage—most of the blooms were fading, petals browned at the edges, but a few late ones clung stubbornly to their color. Y/n moved gently among them, clipping back the tired ones with a pair of worn shears.

She looked calm. Peaceful, even. But Chessy knew better than to trust that kind of quiet.

Taking a breath, she walked over. “Hey.”

Y/n turned, a faint smile lifting her lips. “Morning.”

“Liz said you were out here.” Chessy hesitated, glancing at the roses, then back at her. “She also… suggested I stop being a coward.”

Y/n raised an eyebrow. “That sounds like Elizabeth.”

“She’s not subtle,” Chessy said, then added with a dry smile, “but she’s not wrong either.”

Y/n set the shears down on the edge of a weathered stone bench. “So. You came to talk.”

“Yeah,” Chessy said quietly. “About… everything.”

She shifted, fingers curling and uncurling at her sides. “I was terrified, Y/n. Not just of what I felt for you—though that scared the hell out of me—but of what it would mean to finally stop pretending. To admit I wasn’t okay with the life I’d convinced myself was safe.”

Y/n didn’t interrupt. She just stood there, listening like it mattered, like she wasn’t waiting for a neat ending or a clean resolution.

“And Martin—he knew. Long before I did,” Chessy went on. “He said he stopped being in love with me the moment I stopped looking at him like he was home.”

She let that sit for a second, her voice softening. “But I never stopped looking at you like that.”

Y/n’s breath hitched just slightly, barely enough to catch unless you were watching for it. Chessy was.

“You were this unexpected thing,” Chessy said. “This warmth I didn’t know I needed until it was suddenly the only thing I could feel. And I tried to shove it down, but all that did was make me miserable. And worse—it hurt you.”

Y/n stepped forward, close but not touching. “It did,” she admitted. “But I still wanted you. Even when it hurt.”

The honesty in her voice hit Chessy like a wave—strong and steady and impossible to ignore.

“Last night, when we walked together, when you took my hand…” Chessy swallowed. “I didn’t kiss you because it didn’t feel like it was about that. Not yet. It felt bigger.”

Y/n nodded slowly. “It was.”

“I want more,” Chessy said. “Not just a kiss in the vineyard or a quiet morning in the garden. I want the middle-of-the-night talks, and the way you drink your coffee too slow, and your awful playlists, and every awkward, beautiful, terrifying bit of this. I want you.”

A pause. The kind where hearts beat louder than footsteps.

Y/n looked at her for a long, unreadable moment. Then she reached out, slowly, fingers brushing Chessy’s wrist before sliding down to her hand.

And then—finally—a kiss.

It was soft, sure, and unhurried. The kind of kiss that doesn’t try to prove anything, only promises. The kind of kiss you only get once you’ve stripped everything else away.

When they pulled apart, Y/n didn’t let go of her hand.

Chessy let out a shaky laugh. “Okay. That was… wow.”

Y/n’s smile widened. “Yeah.”

They stood there a while longer, the garden around them buzzing gently with life. A bird dipped low over the hedge. Somewhere in the distance, one of the twins shouted something about pancakes.

Chessy didn’t move.

Y/n squeezed her hand. “So what now?”

Chessy took a breath, not entirely sure of the answer yet. But for once, the not-knowing didn’t scare her.

“I think,” she said, “we start with breakfast.”

And for the first time in a long while, the idea of something simple—eggs, toast, a seat across from Y/n at the kitchen table—felt like the biggest adventure of all.

readers point of view

The kitchen was already warm when we walked in—sunlight spilling across the tiled floor, something sweet toasting in the oven, the faint hum of the twins’ voices floating in from the next room.

But it wasn’t any of that that made me feel like I was glowing from the inside out.

It was her. Chessy.

She didn’t let go of my hand until we stepped over the threshold, and even then, her fingers lingered for a second longer than they had to, like she was still making sure I was real.

I busied myself grabbing plates from the cabinet while she moved to the stove, checking something in the skillet like it was the most normal morning in the world. And maybe it was. Except now she’d kissed me, told me she wanted more, and my brain was still about five steps behind my heart trying to process it.

“How do you like your eggs again?” she asked without looking up.

I blinked. “You’re cooking for me?”

Chessy grinned. “It’s literally the bare minimum.”

“Well,” I said, sliding into one of the stools at the counter, “bare minimum’s still pretty cute coming from you.”

She glanced over her shoulder, a slow blush rising in her cheeks. It was such a rare sight—her being flustered—that I nearly forgot how to breathe.

“I like them over easy,” I added, just to fill the air. “If you’re really asking.”

“Got it.” She nodded, cracking an egg like it was second nature. “Anything else?”

“I mean, a declaration of undying love over toast would be cool,” I teased lightly, hoping to ease the knot of nerves still tucked beneath my ribs.

She shot me a look, playful but sharp. “Maybe after coffee.”

God. This was weird. And sweet. And new.

And I didn’t know how to do this—not with her, not when my heart was still holding onto weeks of doubt and want and all the things we hadn’t said until last night. Part of me wanted to lean into the moment, let it be easy. But another part, the more cautious one, was still waiting for the other shoe to drop.

“Chessy?”

She turned to face me, egg spatula in one hand. “Yeah?”

I hesitated. “This… whatever this is. Are you sure?”

Her smile softened, and she came around the counter to stand in front of me.

“I’m not sure of a lot of things,” she said honestly. “But I’m sure about you. And that I want to figure the rest out—with you.”

She reached out, brushing a strand of hair behind my ear. Her touch was so careful it made my chest ache.

“And if I mess it up,” she added, “I’ll do the work to fix it.”

I didn’t realize I was tearing up until she noticed and stepped closer.

“Hey, no,” she murmured. “I didn’t mean to—”

“I know,” I said, wiping at my cheek. “It’s not a bad thing. I just… it’s been a long time since someone wanted me like this. Out loud.”

Chessy nodded, like she got it. Like she really got it.

The egg started to burn behind her, but neither of us moved.

“Breakfast might be a disaster,” she said.

“That’s okay,” I said quietly. “We’re allowed to figure it out.”

She leaned down and kissed my forehead. Just once. Just enough.

And when she turned back to the stove, humming under her breath like she wasn’t changing my whole life with every small, intentional act—well, I knew I was already gone for her.

a/n #2: this is not the end! far from it. we’re just getting started now.

#chessy x reader #chessy #the parent trap #lisa ann walter #gxg #x female reader #x fem!reader #fluff #panerasboxfic #stop the world: chessy

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loafysainz · 4 months ago

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the parent trap (remake) END | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

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Part 19 Our Happy Ending

The rain poured steadily, a soft but persistent reminder that summer was coming to an end. It wasn't just the season changing—the air felt heavier, thick with the kind of sadness that came with saying goodbye.

Carlos held Mattia tightly, his arms wrapped around his son as if he could somehow freeze this moment in time. Mattia didn’t pull away either, his fingers gripping the back of his father’s jacket like he was memorizing the texture. But they both knew—no matter how badly they wanted to stay like this, they couldn’t.

Just a few feet away, Matheo was locked in an equally tight embrace with their mother. Matheo clung to her, his face buried in her shoulder, like he was trying to breathe her in. Neither of them spoke, but everything they needed to say passed between them in the silence. When he finally pulled away, Matheo met Mattia’s eyes across the small distance. It was time.

The boys turned to each other, stepping forward in sync, and without hesitation, wrapped each other in a hug. It wasn’t a goodbye—more like a promise. They had made a deal, and now, it was time to keep it.

Matheo gave a small, sad smile, and Mattia mirrored it. Neither of them liked this plan, but they were doing it anyway. One last squeeze, and then Matheo reached for the umbrella, popping it open with a soft ‘whoosh’ as he prepared to walk Mattia to the waiting taxi.

Under the shelter of the umbrella, Mattia glanced ahead. Martin and Chessy were there, saying their own goodbyes, making everything feel even more final. The taxi idled by the curb, its engine a low hum against the sound of the rain.

At the entrance of the house, Y/N had stepped forward, lingering near the door. Carlos met her gaze, a beat of hesitation stretching between them. The tension was there, heavy and unspoken, tangled up in years of history. Y/N was the first to break it. “Take care,” she said, her voice level but distant.

Carlos seeing her for a moment, before nodding slightly. “Yeah... thanks.”

Y/N looked at him then—actually looked at him—for the first time that night. It lasted only a second before she extended a hand. There was another pause, brief but loaded, before Carlos reached out and shook it. Firm. Final.

With that, Y/N turned away. She opened her own umbrella and stepped into the rain, walking towards the taxi where Mattia was waiting. Before getting in, she crouched beside her son, brushing soft hair away from his face. “I love you,” she reminded to Matheo, because she needed to say it one more time.

Matheo nodded, blinking rapidly, not trusting himself to speak.

Y/N climbed into the taxi, and watching as the door clicked shut. The driver put the car into gear, the wheels splashing against the wet pavement as the vehicle pulled away.

Inside the house, Carlos and Chessy stood just past the doorway, watching as the taxi disappeared down the street. The house suddenly felt quieter, emptier. It wasn’t a goodbye forever, they knew that. But it still felt like one.

*****

When they arrived in London, the rain never left them. It clung to their clothes, misted the windows of the taxi, and filled the silence between Y/N and Mattia. The entire trip had been like this—quiet, heavy, with emotions neither of them dared to voice. Y/N caught glimpses of her son wiping away a few stray tears, but she said nothing. What could she say?

They stepped into the house, shaking off the rain, yet the silence stayed. Y/N closed her umbrella, glancing around. Something felt off.

"Dad?" she called, placing the umbrella by the door. The lack of response unsettled her. "Dad? Where are you?"

Mattia, his small voice filled with uncertainty, called out next, "Grandpa?"

Y/N frowned, her instincts sharpening. She gestured toward the living room. "Stay here, baby. I’ll go check his office."

The boy nodded and sank onto the couch, swinging his legs nervously. Meanwhile, Y/N walked down the hall, already guessing where she'd find him. The office door was ajar, and inside, someone sat reading a newspaper.

"Dad, you worried me for a moment!" Y/N said, relieved—until the paper lowered, revealing not her father, but Matheo.

Y/N froze.

Her son, comfortably leaning back in the chair, shot her an easy grin. "Hey, Mom. Did you know the train gets you here in half the time?"

Y/N blinked, her mind scrambling. "Y—yeah. Something like that."

Before she could fully process Matheo’s presence, Mattia peeked into the room. His eyes widened. "What are you doing here?"

Matheo stood up, stretching like he had all the time in the world. "Oh, you know, when you guys left, it took us about thirty seconds to realize we didn’t want to lose you again."

"Us?" Y/N repeated, confused.

A familiar voice answered from the doorway.

"That’s right."

Y/N turned so fast she nearly lost her footing. Carlos stood there, hands in his pockets, an unreadable expression on his face. The air seemed to thicken between them.

"I was wrong," Carlos admitted. "Not looking for you sooner—I won’t make the same mistake again."

Y/N felt something in her heart tighten. She clenched her jaw, willing herself to keep it together, to not let this moment break her. But then Carlos took a small step closer, and suddenly it was too much.

She swallowed hard, her throat tight. "And I suppose now you want my legs to shake? To throw myself into your arms, crying so hard?"

Carlos said nothing. Just watched her. Just waited.

Y/N let out a breathy, almost bitter laugh. "And let me guess, this is the part where everything magically falls into place? Where we take care of our beautiful children together and live happily ever after? Grow old and—"

Y/N words caught in her throat as she looked into Carlos’ eyes, the weight of everything pressing down on her. A few tears slipped past her defenses.

Carlos didn’t hesitate. He stepped forward and cupped Y/N’ face in his hands, thumbs brushing gently against her cheeks. "Yes," he said simply. "Together. And everything you just said. But Y/N—" his voice softened, "you don’t have to cry."

Y/N let out a shaky breath, feeling the warmth of Carlos’ hands against her skin. For the first time in a long time, she didn’t pull away.

Carlos searched her face for a moment, then, without hesitation, leaned in. The kiss was slow, careful—like he was afraid Y/N might shatter. But Y/N didn’t move away. Instead, she melted into it, her fingers curling around the fabric of Carlos’ shirt, holding onto him like he was the only thing keeping her upright.

It wasn’t just a kiss; it was an apology, a promise, a plea for forgiveness all in one. When they finally pulled apart, breathless, Carlos rested his forehead against Y/N’, his hands still cradling her face.

"We’ll figure it out," Carlos whispered. "Together."

Y/N exhaled shakily, eyes searching his. "You better mean that."

Carlos smiled softly. "I do."

Mattia’s heart was pounding in his chest, his breath catching in his throat. But looking at everything around him—the warmth, the laughter, the overwhelming joy—he knew it had all been worth it. He collapsed onto the couch beside his twin brother, exhaling deeply.

Next to him, Matheo practically vibrated with excitement. He wanted to scream, to jump up and down, to let all the built-up anticipation explode out of him, but he held back. Instead, he flashed a grin so wide it hurt his cheeks.

“We did it,” he said, barely above a whisper, the words filled with nothing but pride and relief.

****

The ship rocked gently on the water, just like it had all those years ago. Only this time, instead of two strangers meeting for the first time, it was two people who had always belonged together—finally finding their way back.

Y/N stood on the deck, the ocean breeze making her veil flutter behind her. She was radiant, laughing softly as Carlos brushed a loose strand of hair from her face. His eyes, full of the same love he had for her when they first met, never wavered.

“Déjà vu?” he teased, tilting his head.

She smirked. “Except this time, I know exactly what I’m getting myself into.”

“And?”

Y/N pretended to consider before she grinned. “I’d say it’s worth the risk.”

Behind them, Martin dramatically dabbed at his eyes with a handkerchief, while Chessy leaned into him, smirking. “If I start crying, punch me,” she whispered.

Martin sniffled. “No promises.”

The ceremony was simple, perfect—just family, just love, just them. As Carlos and Y/N exchanged vows (for the second time), the twins squeezed each other’s hands, their hearts nearly bursting.

When their parents sealed it with a kiss, the entire deck erupted into cheers. Matheo and Mattia whooped, jumping up and down like they’d just won the lottery.

Laughter echoed across the deck, champagne glasses clinked, and somewhere in the background, soft music played. It was the kind of moment you’d want to freeze in time forever.

And, of course, Matheo and Mattia had ‘just’ the idea for that.

“Picture time!” Matheo announced, grabbing the camera. “We need a new wedding album, people!”

Carlos chuckled, pulling Y/N closer. “Didn’t we already have one?”

Mattia grinned. “Yeah, but this time, we get to be in it.”

The first photo was classic—Carlos dipping Y/N into a kiss, just like their wedding day years ago. The twins groaned dramatically but still smiled, knowing this was the moment they had dreamed about.

Next up, absolute chaos.

Martin and Chessy were caught mid-laugh, the former dramatically clutching Y/N’s father, who looked equal parts confused and amused. Chessy was leaning into Martin, wiping away fake tears. “I swore I wouldn’t cry,” she deadpanned, right as the flash went off.

“Too late,” Martin sniffed.

Then came the big family photo—Carlos, Y/N, the twins, Grandpa, Chessy, Martin, and even Sammy the dog, who somehow made it into the frame at the last second. Matheo and Mattia stood front and center, identical grins on their faces, arms wrapped around each other.

One last shot—just the twins. Mattia held up a peace sign, Matheo flashed a thumbs-up. They glanced at each other right before the shutter clicked, both thinking the exact same thing.

‘We did it.’

Because, after everything, this was their happy ending.

OMG GUYSSS WE MADE IT!!! 🤍🤍🤍 I still can't believe this story is officially DONE. Thank you so much for sticking around, for all the love, the comments, the reactions—literally everything. Y’all made this journey 1000x more fun, and I couldn’t have done it without you 🫶

See you in my next work! 😉 if you have any requests, feel free to drop them! My request box always open for ideas—I’d love to hear what you guys wanna see next 🤍

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eddiemunson-reader-shame · 5 months ago

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Be My Wife: Eddie Munson x Fem!Reader

Summary: A “friend” freaks out when you split a Coke with Eddie the Freak.

Warnings: references to A Clockwork Orange, bullying, STI/STD mention, backwash drinking

A/N: So… I know this isn’t a Christmas fic. But I wrote this because I had those times in my youth where someone spread horrid rumors about either me or my friends, and I had to make those split second decisions to determine my loyalty. I always try to be loyal as best I can.

Thank you to @writhingg for giving the green light on this fic. And big thanks to @rxqueenotd and @melodymunson as well. And big thanks to viewers like you. Thank you. ❤️

Resources: @strangergraphics-archive for the dividers.

Taglist: @ali-r3n @melodymunson @twihard28

“Hey droogie, can I have a sip of your Coke?”

You looked up from where you were perched on the pony wall by the Seven Eleven bike rack. You had been chatting with a classmate, Chessie Hagar, about purchasing a purse from her mother’s Avon Colorworks catalog. It was a new collection for the year 1977. Said eye catching magazine with its spread of rainbow themed products was currently held between the two of you, and the pages began to rattle as Chessie shook in fear upon hearing the deep voice.

A flutter-smack sounded from the girl dropping the catalog when Eddie The Freak approached. His stride was casual as one could be, whilst battling both midwestern humidity and pit sweat in a white hand-me-down Jimi Hendrix shirt and sleeveless denim vest. As one of the middle schoolers who had been blessed with a growth spurt, his lanky height, shredded second hand clothes, and shaved head often made those in your grade— and some of those above— piss their pants.

You alone did not fear him.

The Fates had elected to weave you both in a tangled web of coincidences: you had been his project partner in every shared class since you started at Hawkins Middle School together, and you just so happened to live in the same neighborhood on occasion. The distance from Al Munson’s janky two bedroom home to yours was but a hop skip and a jump. Eddie used to ding dong ditch your house when he was six, until one day your mother caught him by the ear and brought him in to mend his tattered jeans and offer up a hot meal.

To any other rando, he was an unstable pariah. But to you, he was just Eddie Munson— the cute boy next door who sometimes ate at your place. And you had become his droog after spending winter 1972 sneaking into the Hawk Theater, and making Stanley Kubrick films your new big boy personalities.

Without thinking, you handed the soft drink over. His fingers brushed against yours as he took the Coke out of your grip and went for a swig, with plush pink lips wrapping around the transparent jade glass of the lip and neck. His protruding Adam’s apple was bobbing with the rhythmic gulping, and you couldn’t stop staring.

“Thanks.” He belched out.

“You said a sip, not half the goddamn bottle!” You whined.

Eddie grinned sheepishly and backwashed a good mouthful. Giving a half assed apology and a promise to pay you back mumbled under his breath, he handed the bottle back.

“Still up for doing last minute project prep?” You asked, swirling the leftovers he’d saved for you.

“Nah, let’s take a break from the train wreck brothers. Catch you tomorrow, though?” He said, scratching a blackhead off his nose and snorting a bit, “I had an idea for the oral report that might earn us a little extra credit. Think you can mimic a British accent?”

“Eh. Can’t do an accent without sounding like fucking Alex DeLarge.” You groused.

“We can work on that. Leave your milk-plus at home, though. Don’t want me own droog reenacting some Roman ultra violence on me.”

“Just don’t go popping out from behind your curtains at me again, that’s a good way to get stabbed in the neck with my mom’s kitchen scissors.” You snorted.

“Ahhh, the droog’s no fun. I guess I can tone down the surprise pop ups, though. If you insist. Catch you later?” Eddie said, waving.

“Later. Peace out, man.”

Chessie let out a shaky, sobbing exhale when you made to drink the dregs of your soda, and you turned and raised an eyebrow.

“Whassamatter?” You asked.

“Are you nuts?! You just shared your drink with the freak!” She blurted out.

… since when the hell was sharing with Eddie a crime?

“Yeah, so? It’s hot out. He looked thirsty.” You said.

“Did you seriously forget everything we’ve heard about him?!” She whisper-screamed, “Don’t you care what everyone talks about?!”

You rolled your eyes. Everyone talked about Eddie. If you hadn’t heard at least one rumor from a faceless student whenever he walked by, you were either stupid or living under a rock. They said he was a bad boy— yes, even with a full vocabulary of slurs and insults available, they still called him a bad boy. Like if he was still in diapers drawing with crayon on the wall, and needed a spanking.

Depending on who you asked, Eddie either did or sold drugs, it was never clear which. Some of the other trailer park kids said he was a mean scrapper when he went to his uncle’s on alternate weeks. Women’s restroom lore stated that he carried a switchblade in the back pocket of his Wrangler jeans, and that he used it to torture animals for his Satanic rituals.

A million and one things were said about him on the daily, but you knew none of them were true in the slightest. None of the talk deterred you from spending time with him. Sometimes he came to your house, more often than not you went to his.

Every other day found the two of you parked in front of his mom’s turntable, jamming to Deep Purple and putting together an elaborate poster board with some spray painted fake leaves made into laurel crowns, along with a block of text about your chosen co-emperor of the early Roman Empire.

You had wanted to write about Caligula so you could use the word ‘orgy’ in the report without getting in trouble, but Eddie had insisted he had a better idea when he discovered a two years tumultuous ruling of brothers from 209 AD to 211 AD.

“As much as I love a good sex party on paper, you just know that’s what everyone else is gonna write about. Let’s write about this nut job Caracalla instead! Dude killed his brother in the arms of his mother, and struck his name from the record. That’s like, the most metal shit ever! Also, here’s a better word for you to learn: fratricide. Apparently there’s a whole list of technical terms for when you kill a family member.”

“… what’s the rumor mill gotta do with my Coke?” You deadpanned.

“If you drink after him, you’re gonna get mono like Cindy! You gotta throw it out!”

Cindy Bishop in your science class had told everyone that had functional ears— swearing up and down on her life— that Eddie Munson had kissed her and given her mononucleosis. A dreaded affliction whose nickname to you sounded like one of the variations of sound formats for any sort of audio.

“Mono…?”

“Yes! Or the syph!”

You knew Eddie had to have heard Chessie’s vitriol. Turning around, you could see him staring at the two of you from across the parking lot, one leg over his bike. There was a stinging look of betrayal on his face. Telltale signs of a wet cherry nose and shameful red cheeks gave away his mistrust; as if he was expecting you to do as your friend told, and throw the bottle he drank from in the trash.

His imaginary affliction was just that: imaginary. You knew that to be gospel.

The kiss with Cindy was real, unfortunately. It happened way before Cindy was kept home with mono, and you remembered the incident well. Eddie had come running to your house just to brag that he’d finally gotten his first kiss, and that pretty soon he’d be popping girl’s cherries left and right.

Just learning about the simple kiss had pissed you off, because the closest you’d ever gotten to kissing Eddie was sharing the same fork whenever you both roasted Vienna sausages on the gas burner in his kitchen. Eddie hadn’t been sick when Cindy stayed home, he came faithfully to school to trap you on the playground and speculate about the thousand and one hidden meanings behind the kiss.

With all the excitement, he never noticed the smallest details like you did. One of the guys in your PE class had been sent home with a rash and a high fever, and it was only a month after Cindy was rumored to have also kissed the collapsed boy that she got sick. You had always shared cups, utensils, and other things requiring mouth use with Eddie and had been fine. Yet Cindy and Tommy Hagan swapped spit once, and both were out of commission.

But no one would ever say anything about Tommy Hagan getting mono. They’d always redirect every disease outbreak to the poor loser who split time between Cherry Street and Forest Hills Trailer Park. The same poor loser who had the misfortune of wasting his first kiss with Cindy; a girl who frenched behind the portable classrooms with anything that had a pulse. People could be so blind and stupid, they failed to notice the sickness timelines were not matching up.

No one deserved their first anything to be with Cindy. Not with the way she stabbed people in the back.

You took a long, hard pause as you stared into Eddie’s wet brown eyes. He was asking you a silent question you already knew the answer to: were you a stinking traitorous droog, or a loyal one? Were you, his one friend in the entire world, going to stand against him?

Without saying a word, you looked at Chessie, then looked back again at Eddie.

In a world of traitors— where brothers stabbed brothers in the arms of their mothers, or where violent men disowned each other with drug laced milk bottles to the face, you would always pick instead to be Eddie Munson’s loyal droog.

You lathed at the lip of the bottle and stuck your tongue down the neck, and shotgunned all of Eddie’s backwash.

Chessie’s mouth dropped open as she began to gag, and Eddie opened his mouth in an obnoxious and breathless laugh as you chugged the entirety of his germs. The carbonation caught up to you, so you let a belch rip before turning back around to face him.

“I GOT YOUR MONO NOW, MUNSON!” You screamed out to him, “NOW YOU GOTTA MARRY ME!”

“IS THAT HOW IT WORKS, DROOGIE?” He shouted back, a shit eating grin stretched across his face, “YOU SHOULD HAVE LET ME KNOW BEFORE I TOOK A SWIG, I WOULD HAVE MADE SURE I GOT YOU A RING POP FIRST!”

“IT'S GODDAMN ROMAN CONFARREATIO LAWS, EDDIE! YOU GAVE ME MONO INSTEAD OF SPELT BREAD, NOW YOU GOTTA MARRY ME!” You joked.

You noticed from the big, smart ass grin that he was about to do something outrageous, and your heart began to sing. He immediately got to his knee on the asphalt, everyone in the Seven Eleven parking lot watching as he began to scream like an orator in the colosseum. He used your full government name and everything when he called out to the small parking lot audience.

“HEAR ME, CITIZENS OF HAWKINS! I AM BUT A VESSEL FOR THE GODS, A BEARER, A MESSENGER OF THAT MOST HOLY WORD FROM MOUNT OLYMPUS! I HAVE SHARED OF THE COOTIE WITH A WOMAN, AND THUS OUR MARRIAGE BETWEEN EMPEROR AND DROOG IS SOLEMNIZED-…!”

“SHUT THE FUCK UP, FREAK!” Someone called out, immediately flinching back when Eddie rounded on him.

“THE GODS. HAVE. SPOKEN!” Eddie screeched, a glob of spit flying out of his mouth and onto the hot asphalt.

He was wide eyed. Deranged. Eddie lifted up the hem of his denim vest and held it out and to the side, to look like wings unfurling, screaming to the heavens as you began howling with him.

“YEAH!” You screamed out, raising your bottle and shouting every bit of nonsense you could think of, “GOD SANCTIONED DROOG MARRIAGE CO-RULER ULTRA-VIOLENCE! MAZEL TOV!”

“THE IMPERIAL HUSBAND NOW DEMANDS TO KISS THE DROOG BRIDE!” Eddie screamed, “PLANT ONE ON ME, GODDESS DIVINE OF THE REPUBLIC OF HAWKINS!!”

You looked at Chessie, who looked as if she was going to throw up or scream. It wasn’t immediately clear which. Instead of ending the joke, you grinned. Shrugged. The glossy magazine paper pages of the forgotten Avon Colorworks catalog ripped under the tread of your shoes when— without warning— you took off towards Eddie, and planted a fat wet kiss on his mouth. He froze for a moment, but returned the kiss with fervor, making an obnoxious hum and wet smack when you pulled away.

“Yum.” You gushed, licking your lips and changing your cadence to the unhinged Kubrick Cockney, “Them’s tasty cooties, they are, brother sir!”

“Yeah? Them false cytomegalovirus germs are what taste good to ya, droog?” He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and putting on his own terrible accent.

“That they are, sir, that’s what gives all me food and drink that plus flavor.” You grinned.

The two of you cackled, thoroughly enjoying throwing out random quotes and various insanities that to the normal person would put them off of your insanity and edge-lord humor. Chessie had long since taken off for the gated community of Loch Nora on her bike, but you didn’t care. You could live without a selection of eyeshadows, a rainbow tote purse, and all of your false friends if the choice came down to choosing them, or Eddie.

“Wanna go into the gas station and split another bottle of mono before we blow this joint?” You asked.

His grin could have rivaled that of Malcolm McDowell.

“Now, how can I say no to my new wife?” He grinned, holding out his arm for you to take, “But I am a man of my word, so you’re getting a new Coke, plus that Ring Pop so’s we can make this thing official.”

“Spare no expense, huh?” You grinned, and he pulled you in closer. Both of your hips knocking together.

“Hey… Only the best and finest gems and refreshments for Empress Droog the First of Hawkins, Indiana.” Eddie said with a confident smile.

You smiled at him, nudging one another with your bodies all the way into the gas station, until he pulled you in for another sloppy kiss in the middle of the snack aisle.

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #stranger things x reader #eddie munson fandom #joseph quinn #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson reader insert #eddie munson fanfic #fluff #friends to lovers #Spotify

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auras-moonstone · 19 days ago

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⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ but daddy i love him — ethan landry

ᡣ𐭩 word count: 4.4k

ᡣ𐭩 pairing: ethan landry x fem!reader

ᡣ𐭩 summary: the major's daughter falls for the one person the town hates. despite what everyone thinks of him, she gets to know him and finds herself falling hard and fast.

ᡣ𐭩 content(s): inspired by "but daddy i love him" by taylor swift. "bad boy" and "good girl" trope (kinda). mentions of drugs and theft. chessiness. small town.

Y/n cursed as she frantically searched for a spot on the rink’s parking lot. She'd offered to drop her little brother off to hockey practice and were now running late. Milo complained, exclaiming that the coach was going to let him off the hook—as always.

“Isn’t that a good thing?” Y/n asked confused.

“Of course not!” the ten-year-old scoffed. “My teammates already think i’m a spoiled kid that gets aways with anything because his father is the town’s mayor.”

“I can talk to the coach, if you want. Tell him to stop making differences between you and the rest of the kids.” she offered.

“Wouldn’t that be worse? I am spoiled and I also have my big sister speaking for me.”

“What they don’t know won’t hurt them.” Y/n shrugged. “Oh my god a spot!”

“Watch out!” the little boy yelled, and Y/n hit the breaks instantly.

“Holy shit.” Y/n whispered, her whole body stiff. Fingers the shade of paper as they gripped onto the wheel tightly.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?!” the young man who she almost ran over yelled.

With shaky legs, she exited the car. “I’m so fucking sorry, are you okay?”

“Barely! Are you insane? You almost killed me.” he said, not caring he was raising his voice to the mayor’s daughter. He turned around to check on his little brother, who thankfully had been walking a few steps behind him.

“I could’ve broken some bones at most, killed you is a big stretch.” she tried for small laugh, but her comment was not appropriate at all. She shouldn’t be taunting Ethan Landry. Hell, she shouldn’t be talking to him at all, but since she almost kill—injured him, there wasn’t much of a choice. “Sorry. It was a joke. A bad one.”

“No, i get it. Even if you had killed me, you’d have gotten away with it. daddy would’ve made sure of that.” he spat bitterly.

“Woah, calm the fuck down. You should’ve watched where you were walking, too. But I’m sorry. I should’ve been more careful” Y/n said, this time looking at the little boy. “Are you okay?”

“Yes, it wasn’t even that close.” he said with a smile, with she mirrored.

Looking back at ethan, she spoke again. “See? No harm was done. So let’s move on, okay?”

“Of course, your majesty. Whatever you want.” he said sarcastically

Y/n sighed in frustration. Ethan was making a unnecessary scene. “Seriously, what’s your problem, Landry?”

“What? I’m just agreeing with what you wanted. Isn’t that what everyone does? Oblige to everything the Y/L/N’s say?”

“You’ve got some serious problems, Landry. But I don’t have to deal with them.” Y/n turned around to get back into the car, where her little brother was watching the argument with close attention.

“You’re right about that. Lots of problems, starting with your shitty dad.” he spat

“Oh, you wanna talk about shitty dads? I’ve got a lot to say about yours.” she threw back, and even though Ethan Landry was an asshole, she knew she had gone too far. the boy clenched his jaw, grabbed his bag, his little brother’s hand and walked towards the rink. “Ugh. Me and my stupid mouth.”

“Isn’t their dad…” Milo started.

“Yeah, in jail.” for drug dealing and theft.

Wayne Bailey had been arrested precisely six months ago. He used to be a well-respected member of the community, the town's cop. Then, he shocked everyone when he was caught selling drugs to teenagers. When the police searched his car, they did not find only drugs, but also money and objects that he had stolen from other neighbors.

He was now sentenced to life imprisonment. But Wayne’s crimes did not only cost his freedom, it also costed his family everything. With no one willing to employ Wayne’s ex wife or older son, the Landrys lost their home and were forced to move into a trailer. The whole town turned their backs on the three members of the family, even though they were innocent. No one believed they were oblivious to Wayne’s activities, and so they became the outcasts.

Thankfully, the owner of the hockey rink—who was Ethan’s mother friend from school—offered Ethan a job there. They weren’t suddenly well-off again, but now they didn’t have to skip meals. Ethan knew they couldn’t always depend on his salary and the money that had saved up, and since there were not any more job offers there, they would have to leave town. For now, they needed to keep holding on.

“I think you should go and say sorry.” Her little brother spoke

“Yeah, I should” she sighed.

“I don’t know why people are so mean to them. They’re not what their father did.”

Y/n smiled at her brother fondly. “I don’t know either, Milo. Do you talk to Wes?”

Milo frowned “I try to, but he’s very closed off. The other kids, tho…. They’re not so nice.”

“I think a friend would do him good.”

Milo nodded eagerly. “I’d like to be his friend. He seems cool. But you need to try with Ethan, too.”

Now, that was another thing. Wes was an innocent little kid, Ethan on the other hand, looked like he'd bite your head off if you got close to him.

“Um, I don’t know. He’s kinda rude to me...”

“He’s always on guard, I guess. Can you blame him? Our father was the one who sent his father to prison, and instead of helping the family he lets everyone exclude them. Besides, I see him with his brother. He seems good. Spends a lot of time working.”

He did have a point. They were left adrift, with no help or given the chance to rebuild their lives. They were denied the right to be heard.

“You’re so wise, did you know that?” She smiled sweetly.

“I have my moments.” the little boy smiled back.

They both entered the rink, and Y/n took a deep breath before going to go look for Ethan. She found him cleaning tables at the buffet.

“Hey...” She started, making him look at her and roll his eyes. “Don’t give me an attitude, I’m here to apologize.” he continued to ignore her, and she frustratedly sat on the table he was cleaning.

“i’m working, Y/n. And since this is the only place that welcomes me, I’d like to keep my job.”

“I’ll help you clean, but please listen to me.” he huffed and crossed his arms in front of his chest. Wow, hello biceps, Y/n took in his arm muscles.

“Well? Are you done ogling me?” he smirked, and shit, the room turned hot—and that was saying something since the rink was cold as hell.

“Yeah—I mean, no—I mean I was not ogling you.” she cleared her throat, blushing all over. “Anyways. I wanted to tell you that I’m sorry for what I said earlier. It was out of line, especially considering Wes was there. That was an asshole thing to say, and I’m not an asshole.”

Ethan was surprised. Not by the apology, but the sincerity behind it. She was not saying sorry to keep her good girl image, she was genuinely regretful of her words. In return, Ethan spoke with the truth.

“I’m sorry, too. I’m not going to lie and say I didn’t mean that about your dad, but I shouldn’t have attacked you like that. I misplaced my anger on you, when you were just apologising for almost killing me.”

She groaned “Oh dear god, I wouldn’t have killed you, drama queen.” that made him laugh, and the action surprised them both. “You laughed.” Y/n gasped.

“I was scoffing, not laughing.” he tried to defend himself.

“No, that was a full wrinkle-in-the-eyes laugh. I made Ethan Landry laugh.”

“I was laughing at your frustration.“

She shrugged “A win is a win.”

“Talk is over. Let’s clean.” he handed her the cloth.

“Can I put on some music?”

“Absolutely not.” He refused.

She ignored him. “Taylor Swift it is.”

“Just turn on your car and kill me already.” He muttered, but her company made his insides flutter. Not that he was ever going to admit it.

After two hours of doing multiple tasks, Y/n collapsed on a chair. Sweat glistened on her forehead, and she felt disgusting. Her respect for Ethan raised every minute she watched him work his ass off. This sweaty man in front of her was left to take care of his whole family at only 20 years old, in a town where everyone would throw him to the wolves if they had a chance. And here he was, standing on his feet despite everything.

“I’m sorry.” She said, making him frown. “I’m sorry you’ve been left all alone, and my father did nothing to help.”

Ethan shook his head. “It’s not on you, and please, I don’t want your pity.”

“I’m allowed to feel impotence. It’s not fair what happened to you.”

“I know it’s not fair, but what can I do about it now? I have no choice. I have to work as many hours as I can, I have to support my mom and my brother. Hell, I have to save money so that he can go to college and also save money so we can leave town and settle somewhere else, somewhere we are welcomed and can live in peace.”

That made her heart swell. “We’re going to make it happen. I’ll help you.”

“No. I told you, I don’t want your pity and I’m not a charity case.” He spat angrily. "And I don't want to be your project. If you're bored, adopt a puppy, I don't know but don't play with me."

Ethan tried to walk away, but she grabbed his arm. “Don’t be stubborn, Ethan. And you don't need to keep your guard up with me anymore. Listen to me, you’re not a charity case. You are a person whose life turned, unfairly, into hell. I want to help you, Ethan. Let me. If you don’t do it for yourself, think about Wes and your mother.”

“How are you going to help, Y/n? You’re the mayor’s daughter, but do you have any kind of power?”

“I don’t know, to be honest. But I want to try. I’m going to talk to my father, and if it doesn’t work, then we’ll see. But you don’t have to do everything on your own.”

He stared down at her in awe, but before he could express his gratitude, both their siblings came running towards them in between giggles. Ethan’s heart warmed at that, at seeing his brother be a kid so freely, having his first friend. How were those two people related to the man who had turned his back on his family?

“Hey, little monsters. How was practice?” Y/n asked

“Wes did a hat trick! He’s so cool.” Milo beamed and Wes blushed.

“Good job!” They high-fived “We should celebrate. Let’s go have lunch, it’s on me.” She said.

“Can we, Eth?” Wes asked, brown eyes filled with hope.

The older brother turned to look at the girl, and seeing her expectant smile, he couldn’t deny it. “Let’s go.”

Having lunch with the two Landry brothers became a routine. Everyday after practice they made their way to the buffet and talked for hours. Ethan was warming up to Y/n, she guessed it took time to detached her from his father, but it was happening. They hadn’t been seen together in public, she was sure everyone was going to make a big deal out of it, and Ethan didn’t need that. She didn’t want to scare him off, because she happened to really really like the boy. Much more than she could’ve ever imagined. Turns out, though, he was afraid Y/n was ashamed of him, and that’s why she didn't suggest they went out to a public restaurant.

The doubt was consuming him, and one day he just exploded. “Are you ashamed of me?” He asked while they cleaned. That’s another habit Y/n had taken. She loved to help him work.

Y/n froze. “What?! No. Where’s this coming from?”

“I just… we always have lunch in private, where no one can see us. I can’t help wondering…”

“No. Absolutely not, why would I be ashamed?” She asked confused.

“I’m the son of a thief and a drug addict. Everyone things that I'm a drunk because I drank too much one time, after my father was sentenced to a life in prison. Everyone thinks I'm violent because I punched one guy who was talking shit about my family. I’m the boy who lives in a trailer. Everyone in this town avoids me like the plague.”

“You’re also the man who works countless hours to support his family. You’re the man who is raising his own brother. You’re the man who steps out of his trailer, proudly, to go to work on a town that it’s too judgmental for their own good. Ethan, if there’s something I don’t feel about you is shame.”

Ethan was left speechless. A few seconds later, he wrapped his arms around her. “Thank you.”

She enjoyed his embrace and smiled happily. “You’re welcome. Now, let’s go have lunch on an actual restaurant.”

The whispers and stares were harsh and not subtle at all, but neither Ethan or Y/n cared. Y/n couldn’t tear her gaze away from Ethan, the way he was with his brother, all soft smiles and gentle. Sweet. She had the greatest urge to take her camera and capture the moment, but that would be weird.

“You have drool on your chin.” Her brother whispered

Y/n snapped out of it. “Shut it.”

“Someone has a crush.” He sang under his breath, and she kicked him under the table. “You would look cute together.”

“It’s never going to happen. He hates our family.”

“What are you two whispering over there?” Ethan asked.

“Nothing.” Y/n said quickly, blood rushing into her cheeks, while her brother replied “Wouldn’t you like to know.”

“Smartass.” Ethan teased the little boy.

“How dare you speak to him like that.” Hannah, a middle aged woman said.

“It was just teasing” Y/n intervened. “It’s okay.”

“No one should speak to the mayor’s son like that. Especially not someone like you.” the lady scrunched her nose, as if she had smelled something rotten.

“With all due respect, this conversation doesn’t concern you, Miss. We’re all friends teasing each other.” Y/n tried to tell her off without coming across as rude. After all, she was still the mayor’s daughter, and every action of her could damage her father’s image.

“Friends with him? A delinquent? A drunk?” the woman said horrified.

And politeness begone. “Okay, well, I’ve ran out of patience.” she stood up to face Hannah. “I don’t know what made you think you had the right to question my personal life, but mind your own business. Last time I heard, you, your husband and his secretary have quite a situation to deal with. So go solve that and leave us alone.” The woman’s eyes widened. “Oh, and if I ever hear you insult Ethan or his family again, I’ll make sure you regret it. Understood?”

“But-“

“Understood?” she repeated firmly. The lady gave a quick nod and walked away. When Y/n turned around she found the three boys staring at her with open mouths.

“Dad’s so going to kill you.” Milo said.

Next thing she knew, Wes jumped out of his seat and locked his arms around her. “No one’s ever stood up for us like that. Thank you.”

A lump formed in her throat. Whatever lecture was waiting for her back at home, she could deal. It was more than worth it.

“Thank you.” Ethan said softly, eyes all shiny.

So, so worth it.

She hung onto that thought when Milo and her entered the house and their father was waiting with his jaw clenched and crossed arms. “Milo, to your room.”

“No, I’m staying.” the little boy said stubbornly.

“Your room. Now.” The mayor said with impatience.

Y/n sighed. “It’s okay, Milo. Go.”

“Explain yourself.” Her father demanded once Milo was out of sight.

“Wow. The rumors flew faster than the one of Mr. Smith’s affair with his secretary.” She let out a humorless laugh.

“How could you speak to Hannah like that?”

“She was shit talking to my friend. I was polite at first, but she somehow got the impression it was okay to tell me who I should hang with.”

“Your friend? You mean Ethan Bailey? The son of the person who stole from us?” His voice started to rise.

“It’s Ethan Landry now, dad. He changed his last name because his father disappointed him more than he did you.”

“Jesus Christ, I can’t believe you’re defending that boy! You’re out of your mind. And I forbid you of talking to him ever again.”

“Well, too bad. Because I’m going to keep seeing him. Because guess what? I like him. I really like him, and Milo likes him too.”

“If I hear you got close to him again, I’ll—“

“You’ll what?” She yelled. “Disown me? Kick me out? Do it!”

“I will not have a daughter who befriends a criminal family.” He said sternly.

“Would you just hear me for one second? Let me tell you his side of the story.” She pleaded.

“I know all I need to know about that family.”

“You’re just as empty headed as the rest of this town.” She scoffed and stormed out.

Her father stopped acknowledging her presence. The only good thing? Milo was giving him the same attitude, which was quite entertaining. But the silent treatment was too much, so she decided to go for a run. She felt both disappointed and angered. That was it? Was her father going to ignore her existence until she stopped seeing Ethan? She knew one thing—she was not giving up without a fight.

The sound of a motorbike stopping next to her pulled her out her thoughts. Y/n’s eyes widened as she recognized the driver. “Ethan?”

“Hi. I’ve been calling your name for almost two blocks.” He said while taking off his helmet. His brown strands of hair were pointing at different directions, and she thought it made him look frustratingly beautiful. And him riding a motorbike? Magazine cover worth it.

“You look so good.” She couldn’t help blurt out.

Ethan smiled smugly. “Thanks. Wanna go for a ride?” Y/n nodded excitedly, and Ethan put a helmet on her. “Hold on tight.”

Didn’t need to tell her twice. The wind blowing, adrenaline running through her veins and Ethan’s warm and hard body plastered against her front, she wanted to stay on the bike forever. They stopped by a hill, and stayed silent as they watched the sunset.

“You looked lost in thoughts before, did something happen?” Ethan asked.

“My father refuses to speak to me.”

“Because of me.” Ethan affirmed.

“Because of him.” She corrected.

“Because of something that involves me.” Ethan sighed. “This is stupid, Y/N. I don’t want you to get into a fight with your dad because of this. Let’s just forget it and go back to what we were months before.”

“No” Y/n said without hesitation.

“Y/n/n…”

“Ethan, I’m not giving up because he’s giving me the silent treatment. Seriously, what do you take me for?” She scoffed. “If you thought it was going to be easy, then you’re more of an idiot than you look.”

He let out a laugh. “What am I going to do with you?”

“I have so many suggestions.”

He looked down at her and smirked. “Don’t let the wine moms hear you. They’re going to think I’ve corrupted you.”

“But you have corrupted me, Landry. Making me ride a bike, throwing suggestive comments, making out against a bike…”

“We’ve not mad-“ he was cut off by her lips on his. It was just a short peck, letting him decide if he wanted to continue this or if she had made the wrong move. But she only had to wonder for two seconds before he kissed her back with passion. Y/n’s fingers tangled on his short strands while his hand explored her back and waist. When they pulled back, they smiled at each other. “Wow.”

“Thanks, I’ve received praises before.” And he actually growled at that, which made her burst out laughing. “Did you just growl?!”

“What have you done to me? You’ve gotten me growling like a possessive asshole, smiling, laughing, having so much fun. And you make me feel… lighter. I don’t feel the usual pressure, and it’s stupid, but you got me feeling hopeful.”

“You’re crazy if you think that after that, there’s any chance I’ll quit trying to help you. My father is not a bad person, and I know that sooner or later I’ll show him the truth.”

“You don’t know how thankful I am you almost killed me in that parking lot.”

“Always the same damn discussion.” She rolled her eyes, and he smiled fondly.

“I don’t know if it’s too soon to say it, but I love you, Y/n/n” he caressed her cheek. “Everything is so much better since you’re in my life.”

“I love you so much. I promise I’ll give you everything you deserve.”

Ethan stopped his bike one block away from Y/n’s house. The ear-splitting sound of the vehicle made some heads turn and they could see some people peeking through their windows.

“Jesus christ, it’s like they’ve no life whatsoever.” Ethan mumbled.

“It’s a small town, they really don’t. They say they want what’s best for me. Judgmental creeps. Wanna give them a scene?” she whispered in his ear.

“If you keep whispering in my ear, they’ll definitely see something that’ll haunt them for the rest of their lives.”

Y/n bursted out laughing, and Ethan smiled. He turned his head to press his lips against hers.

What a mess she’s got herself into.

Stay away from her.

His poor father, what must he be thinking?

Were some of the words the neighbors spoke, but it was just white noise to the newly established couple.

A throat was cleared, and Y/n pulled away, recognising it. Her dad was standing stone faced before them. She felt Ethan’s heart pumping wildly under her palm.

“Dad.”

“Inside. Both of you.” he said sternly. The two followed like little kids. “How do I know you’re not using my daughter to clear your image?” He went straight to the point when they entered the living room.

“I was the one who approached him.” Y/n argued

“Are you his spokeswoman? Is he mute?” She shook her head. “Then let him speak. I was asking him.”

For the first time in his life, Ethan’s hands shook with nervousness. Y/n’s dad already hated him, and though he wasn’t the mayor's biggest fan, he wanted to be in good terms with him. For his and Y/n’s relationship.

“Sir, I know you don’t have the best image of me.” Even though you did nothing wrong, Y/n whispered under her breath. “And I know you don’t trust my words. But I won’t ever do anything to hurt the one person who believed in me, who is selflessly trying to make my life better, even if it costs her relationship with his father. I can keep working endless shifts, keep living on a trailer, but I know that my life would be truly miserable without her.”

How can he say such sweet things so easily? She wondered, eyes clouded with tears. Her father nodded, not even a minuscule expression on his face. Damn, if that didn’t bring him to his knees it was a lost case.

“Dad, I love you. I know we’re having some differences right now. But I want you to know that you’re not changing my mind about Ethan. I know the kind of person he, his mother and his brother are, and it’s nothing like the people in town say. I love him, dad, and I hope you’re willing to get to know him, too.”

“Alright.”

“Alright?” She said loudly than expected. “Sorry, too loud. But what do you mean by that?”

“We talked to Wayne. He said he did his shady business far away from his house, not wanting to get his family involved. We also corroborated with his partners, and there weren’t any inconsistencies. Which means that I let my mind be clouded by what the town said, and that’s a huge mistake on my part. I should have asked more questions.”

“You and the police.” Y/n corrected

“Yes. And action is going to be taken. We’ll start by giving Ethan’s mother back her job.”

“Really?” Ethan’s voice cracked, Y/n’s hand took his and she kissed it.

“Yes. And I know it looks like I’m buying your forgiveness, but it’s a repair for all the months that I've left you stranded.” He gave Ethan some keys. “It’s from the house a couple of blocks away. I couldn’t get back your old one, but this one is much nicer.”

“You bought us a house?” He asked in disbelief.

“Yes, your brother and mother need a nice place to stay. Especially now that you’re going away.”

Both teenager’s face fell. “You’re sending him away? That’s your condition?” Y/n asked disappointed.

“No, it’s not a condition. But I’d be surprised if he rejected the opportunity to study at NYU with you.”

She launched herself at her father. “I knew it. I knew you wouldn’t disappoint me. Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“Ethan? What do you say?” The mayor asked him, seeing as he was left speechless.

Ethan silently stood up and made his way to him. “Yes. Of course, yes. To everything.”

“There is one condition, though.”

“Dad, don’t ruin it.” She sighed. “You’re in no position to ask for demands”

“I think I forgot to teach you to listen to people before you judge.” Y/n raised an eyebrow. Her father grimaced. “Right. I see the hypocrisy in my words. The point is, my condition is that you take care of her.”

“Always. You can trust me on that.” Ethan replied with no doubt.

“I do. All I want for my daughter is to be loved like you love her.” The couple smiled at each other. “I’d really appreciate if you didn’t take her on rides, thought.”

“But he looks so hot driving the bike.”

Her father shuddered. “I’m not ready for this. I’m leaving.”

“The old trick.” She smiled smugly

“So we can make it official now, huh?” He hugged her by the waist.

“Ethan Landry, you’re crazy if you think my father’s blessing was going to stop me from parading your pretty face around town.”

Ethan bent down to kiss her “Parading me? I think it’s the other way around.”

“No, you’re the pretty one. I’m the smart one.”

“Fine, I’ll take it.” He laughed. “I love you so much.”

“I love you, too. Now, can I take a picture of you on that bike?”

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jessicaslittlelovesickmess · 2 years ago

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Pairing: Chessy x Fem!reader

Word count:693

Warnings: smut, fingering, slight fluff, slight angst

Being Nick's younger sister had some perks like his live-in nanny, you were lounging in the pool with Hallie when she walked out pretending not to stare. You were clad in only a small bikini matching your niece's one piece "you okay Chess?" you asked lifting your sunglasses "huh? oh yeah, I'm fine" she stammered.

"I just came to get Hallie, she needs to pack for camp tomorrow" Chessy spoke sitting on the edge of the pool dipping her feet in the water. "I- uh I forgot" Hallie laughed before quickly running inside "that girl" you shook your head before smiling at the woman "come join me" a flustered Chessy look up "I can't".

"Why not? I don't bite unless you ask" you teased swimming towards her "I- um, well" her cheeks burning more "I'm just teasing dear" placing a hand on her knee.

Hallie had gone to camp three weeks ago giving Nick more time out while you still visit to keep Chessy "company" "good morning me" you laughed walking into the kitchen. Chessy had found a rhythm with you "stop staring at my ass you perve" she chuckled standing upright "but it just looks so good" patting her hip as you stalked towards the sink.

"Nicks out" Chessy blurted before you turned around grinning as you rushed back to her, pressing your lips against hers as her back dug into the counter. Her hands landed on your ass to pull you closer, hands in her hair.

"The room" she breathed out dragging you from the kitchen, her bedroom was cosy but before you could think further Chessy pushed you up against the wall. Her lips attached to yours once more before you both neared the bed, sliding your hands up her shirt fondling her before removing it.

Chessy laid back as you tugged off her jeans, your clothing following shortly after, leaning forward you take one of her nipples in your mouth. Swirling your tongue around the hardened bud as your other hand pinched her other nipple before slowly travelling down her soft stomach and between her thighs.

"Your dripping baby" you moaned feeling her arousal, slowly slipping two fingers into her entrance, her walls clamping down around them. Starting a steady pace as you thrust your fingers in her "that's it baby" you whispered on her lips as she moaned into a kiss "you're doing so well" cooing as your curled your fingers, her hair beginning to stick to her forehead.

Nipping at her earlobe as you quickened the thrusts of your fingers "mm-hmm" Chessy moaned her eyes closed "no, look at me pretty girl" throwing her head deeper into the mattress. Leaning down to press a kiss to her clit before licking up a strip, moaning at the taste adding a third finger as you licked her clit again.

Taking her clit into your mouth sucking at it as you continued to thrust, Chessy's hands flew to your hair "oh-oh god I-I'm close" she moaned eyes rolling back. Going back to kiss her you slipped your thumb to her clit rubbing tight circles as her body began to tremble "that's it" you cooed "let go" kissing her collarbone.

Fingering her through her orgasm you slowly took out your fingers, bringing them to your mouth to clean her juices "you taste so good baby, here" leaning forward to kiss her, tongue swiping across her bottom lip. Flopping down beside her you couldn't help but smile "you really are beautiful" swiping the wet hair from her forehead before getting a warm washcloth.

"Y/n! Chessy!" Nick yelled as you tried to leave "my sister? really Chessy?" he asked screwing up his face "and you! Chessy, really? do you not think Y/n?" he shouted. "There is a fine line between boss and employee" you stepped forward "I'm not her boss" he held up his hand "there is also a rule Y/n, as your older brother I'm meant to know who has your eyes and god I suck at this" he laughed "I owe Hallie twenty bucks but please never do that here again please" Nick sighed.

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multimilfs · 2 years ago

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Chessy x Fem!Reader: Operation 'Chunky Man'

Summary: Chessy + 150 — “Stop distracting me.”

Prompts found here!

AO3

A/N: This was really fun. My favorite thing about Chessy is just how much she means to the Parker family and how involved she is, so I couldn't write a fic without including Annie and Hallie!! I hope you all enjoy it!

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Tag List: @ghostsunderstoodmysoul @multifandomfix @escapetodreamworld

Warning(s): None

“I have eyes on the target. Over.”

“Copy that, Big Bear. Can you make contact? Over.”

“I think I can, Red One. Over.”

“Red Two, are you in position? Over.”

“Red Two is in position. Over.”

“Good. Operation Chunky Man is a go. Big Bear, you are free to make contact with the target. Just keep in contact with the team. Over.”

“Copy that, Red One.”

You shove the mini walkie-talkie into your back pocket and saunter in the back door. Chessy looks up from her place in front of the stove and smiles, Sammy laying at her feet. The smell of chili and cornbread lingers in the air around you.

“Hey, hon. Did you and the girls have a good day?” Chessy asks.

“We did,” You smile, walking around the island to kiss her cheek, “Hal was a lot more interested in fishing than Annie, but they’re both having fun with the walkie-talkies.”

“I’m glad we let them open them early. They seemed pretty out of it.”

“I think it’s weird for them to have both Nick and Liz gone, even if it's only for a weekend. How was your day?”

You see Annie creeping into the kitchen out of the corner of your eye. Sammy perks up when he sees her, but you shoo her away when Chessy isn’t looking. She rolls her eyes and backs out of the kitchen again.

Upon waking up this morning, Annie and Hallie had been far too glum for your tastes. To see both girls lacking their usual mischievous nature felt like a punch in the gut. So with a little persuasion, you convinced Chessy to let them open one of the gifts you’d both gotten them.

The set of walkie-talkies had been perfect since you were taking them fishing. Being out in the woods, you always felt better having an alternative method of communication. You had even left one with Chessy for the day to be safe.

“I got a lot done. Sammy here even helped, didn’t you, buddy?” Chessy coos and crouches to scratch the dog all over. He accepts the affection willingly, tail wagging a mile a minute.

With Chessy’s back turned, you eagerly rush Annie into the kitchen. She patters softly over to the stove and ladles a few scoops of chili into the bowl sitting on the counter. You grin and wink at her stealth. Chessy has no idea.

Offering a thumbs up back, she quietly begins to walk out of the kitchen, careful not to let the spoons clatter against the side of the bowl. You’re both impressed and concerned at how spy-like she is. Offhandedly, you wonder if Liz ever had any contact with MI6.

“Hold it right there!” Chessy says and you jump.

Somewhere in the few seconds you’d been distracted, Chessy turned, catching the girl red-handed. Your eyes widen. Annie looks like a deer in headlights, looking between you and Chessy.

“We’ve been compromised, go!” You shout and wrap both of your arms around Chessy’s waist.

Annie takes off through the doors and outside where Hallie waits. You’re grateful she’s running outside; some of the chili sloshes out of the bowl when she’s running down the porch steps.

“Go get her, Sammy.” Chessy instructs. The dog takes off and outside, you can hear Annie squeal as he catches up with her, “And you—stop distracting me.”

Chessy turns in your arms and offers up a glare. Unfortunately for her, you can tell there’s nothing behind it, and that she’s holding back a smile of her own. You kiss her cheek.

“Where’s the fun in that, sweetheart?” You ask.

“The ‘fun in that’ is getting to sleep in our bed instead of on the couch.”

“Come on,” You bat your eyelashes, “You wouldn’t really send your poor, sweet partner to sleep on the cold, hard couch now would you?”

“Oh yes I would, Big Bear.”

Your eyes go wide and you gape at her. Her lips finally pull into a mischievous grin. From the back pocket of her jeans, she fishes out a walkie-talkie of her own. You’d forgotten that you’d left one with her when you and the girls ventured into the woods. She heard everything.

So caught up in keeping her distracted, it had slipped your mind. Her oversized denim shirt had completely obscured where it rested in her back pocket.

Clearly beat at your own game, you hold up your hands in defeat. Chessy shakes her head and steals a kiss, lingering for a moment longer than necessary, but pulling back as soon as you try for something more. You pout at the loss.

She holds the walkie-talkie up to her mouth and presses the button, “Girls, come get cornbread to go with your chili. Over.”

Several beats of crackling silence come down the line. If you listen hard enough, you swear you can hear Annie and Hallie squealing out on the swings in the backyard. They had clearly forgotten the same information you had. Your time at the lake had wiped all of your memories, it seemed.

She doesn’t wait for a response and turns back to the stove, ladling out three more bowls; a separate bowl for one of the twins, one for you, and one for herself. You set to work on grabbing drinks and cutting the cornbread. Placing it all neatly on the table, you smile at Chessy’s nod of approval.

You watch her move around the kitchen and smile wistfully. What a woman. When she comes and sets the bowls down, you catch her waist again, kissing her breathless. It surprises her, though not as much as it used to. Chessy hardly hesitates before melting into you.

The two of you spring apart when Sammy barks outside and comes bounding in the back door. He comes to a stop in front of you and waits. Laughing, you make sure to fill his bowl and set it near his water dish.

Chessy is about to summon the twins again when the walkie-talkie crackles and a non-accented voice comes over the channel, “We’re coming now, Chessy. Over.”

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sunwoo-hoo · 4 years ago

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↣ ji changmin as your boyfriend

↳ a/n: hello lovelies! we are back with another headcanon! thank you all so much for your kind words on loving these! i hope you enjoy this one thank you for requesting. if your under the age of 18 do not interact with this post.

↳ genre: fluff, smut, angst

↳ requested? yes

↳ send me your requests here!

↳ word count: 818

↳ ji changmin x fem reader

↳ General

the dynamic duo

your own personal photographer

endless selfies together

he’s the type to have a polaroid of you together on the back of his phone case showing it off to everyone proudly

“isn’t my girlfriend so cute?”

he loves it when you kiss his dimple

he once gave you a stuffed giraffe plushie so that in a way he’s always with you whenever he goes on tour for a comeback

he loves it when you have horror movie marathons together

even if it isn’t your favorite movie genre he feels deeply moved that you would watch it with him

plus he always says he would protect you no matter what

definitely the couple to do the chessy halloween costumes

he loves to nibble your ear

he loves it when he catches you dancing in secret to his songs

he’s the type of boyfriend who would let you sip his bubble tea first before drinking it all himself afterwards

please kiss the back of his neck

dates with q usually involve doing something quirky but fun like going to the zoo and seeing the animals together

he secretly loves it when you kiss the corner of his lips

definitely the couple to do a skincare routine together wearing matching headbands

he loves dancing with you to music twirling you around pulling you close giving you a peck on the lips

you two really have the best time together

↳ Fights

not very often but it does happen

unfortunately fights usually happen because of him coming home late from practices and the long distance whenever he has a comeback or is on tour

your super supportive of him being an idol but can’t help but feel lonely sometimes resulting into fights

wouldn’t yell but gives you piercing eyes which makes him look really cold instead of the warm smiling boyfriend he usually is

tends to get in his own head when fighting making the situation worse than what it probably is

your usually the one to apologize first

“i’m sorry, it’s just.. i miss you when you’re not home” you sobbed breaking down in front of him staring at the floor

his eyes soften at you grabbing your wrist pulling you close using his free hand to lift your chin to look up at him

“no, i’m sorry, i’ll try to be home more okay? i don’t want to lose you, i love you so much” he sniffed kissing your tears away

↳ Making Up

so soft he usually makes it up to you by giving you all of his attention

he will lay his head on your lap and play with your hands kissing them

you tend to make up in childish ways like playing games spending quality time together

until he eventually takes you to the bedroom where he then shows how sorry he truly is

↳ Sex

hard dom™

i can’t stress this enough

you know how he can easily go from cute to being fierce on stage? well it’s the same in the bedroom

he loves your neck and collarbones leaving harsh bites on them

loves to suck on your neck leaving hickies marking you so that everyone knows your his

some praise mixed with dirty talk

“are you going to be a good girl and let me fuck you how i want?”

he loves to hear you beg for him

mirror sex kink!

would love to fuck you in their practice room

it gets him off knowing how he could see every angle of your body from the reflection

he also wouldn’t mind getting caught

his favorite position is when your on top of him facing each other legs around his waist because he can kiss all the hickies he placed earlier

he also loves to whisper all the things he plans on doing to you in this position

loves cumming deep in your pussy but not for a breeding kink

does it because he loves cum play

wouldn’t be afraid to eat you out after he came in you trying some of his juices

he’ll even finger you to bring some of his cum out of your pussy sticking his fingers in your mouth so that you could taste him

his sex secret is wanting you to bite him back

he likes it when you suck his cock but actually prefers mutual masturbation a tad bit more

he’s in love with your body expect a lot of praise for it

“god, it’s like you were made for me”

↳ Aftercare

he goes back to being the soft squirrel that he is

he’s always a bit worried afterwards because he wants to make sure that he didn’t bite you too hard

once he knows that your okay he’ll give you plenty of face kisses pinching your cheeks

both of you fall asleep at the same time alternating between big and small spoon positions

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* © sunwoo-hoo 2 0 2 1 ✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

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muffindaddystyles · 4 years ago

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KISMETS.

Harry Styles x fem!reader.

Slow burn, platonic love and jealousy clićhes.

Fluff! Fluff! Fluff!

Frenemies and dad!harry.

Author's Note: The concept's kinda weird but if you've watched F.R.I.E.N.D.S and Phoebe Buffay carrying child for someone. You've got it my pal!

MASTERLIST LETS TALK! PART 2 PART 3 PART 4

"Can ya stop breathing like, THAT!?" She whisper yells twisting to give him a sharp glare full of spleen elbow poking at his side abs, "Like what!?" He half squeaks peering down at her with doe eyes palms flat at sides to convey his surprise.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor.

"Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them. Harry hates her hormones. Little bitches.

Y/N is carrying a baby for Harry and his girlfriend --- but something went downhill.

Twinkling droplets of crystal rain pelts against the bricked road subsiding harsh noises of surrounding but a nettled groan caught everyone's attention ‐‐‐ stares turning in direction. Have you ever wanted to just disappear under a warm invisible cloak and enjoy the drollery aspects of life without worrying? Because this is what Y/N wants at the moment as she stands under the bus stop shelter with few people beside her and the british showers starts pouring mocking at her for not carrying an umbrella with her.

Everyone leaves when the bus didn't arrive — who remains behind's Y/N huffing and pouting wishing for rain to stop. When it didn't she muttered a 'fuck it' before risking catching a cold and stepping under the pitter patter with her books atop her head for less damage.

Trying to punch in the passcode of society's gate with shivery fingers perhaps it opens before that startling her wet-y self. Similar car drives near her and a head pops in from inside with his big goofy smile and crinkles by his charming eyes, "Ni!" She exclaims pushing away the drippy hair sticking to her lips with her pinky.

"Pet you're gonna catch a cold. Want me to drop ya?" Niall kinda yells over the rain's loudness. She sighs fog whirling infront of her. Shoves her hand in her trench coat's pocket to seek for heat instead it's all icky and drenching.

"No it's just a tiny walk away. I'll manage — call me will tell ya how my class went." She waves him looking at him from her shoulder while rushing away towards the most elegant house in the block. Niall gives her a thumbs up from before getting out of sight and she tries to hop over the puddles of water to make it to doorsteps.

The water she brings from outside pooling at the dark timber floor - it trails behind her past the pink door as she rushes jumpy-ly where the most hot's in the house and apparently it's more than she expected, "ouch. ouch my eyes!!" She screams covering them at the sight of Harry butt naked pinning his girlfriend against the wall near fire place. Her face turning into a tomato at the horrendous raid but she seems pissed and well . . displeased that Y/N ruined a mind boggling orgasm for her.

Before, they could disattach from eachother to unravel their humiliation Y/N jogged up to attic into the guest room slamming her forehead against the door to knock away the embarrassment. She always barges in Harry's house without announcing but sometimes she forgets he isn't alone everytime his girlfriend comes to live by every two weeks (it's his fault too that he never locks the main door as anytime anyone's coming at his place). Changes into clothes she forgets at her visits, tries to dry her hair with a towel that no-more smells like Harry but expensive fabric softeners and has a pep talk for a minute to show herself down infront of them.

Instinctive voices coming from the Kitchen and she pads towards it. They act like nothing happened. Like Harry wasn't dick deep into Chessie moments ago. Harry ushers her to barstool and hands her a cuppa tea moving on with a kiss to her head. It still gives her butterflies even though how many sense awakening scoldings she gave to herself at 3 ams.

"'M sorry." She squeaks with a wavering smile wrapping her palms around the mug. Harry cackles softly brushing the underbelly of his nose as Chessie cordinated the cutlery drawer, "'s okay moppet. we finished our business when ye' left." Y/N almost choked on her hot beverage gulping it down when Chessie shocked gasp throwing little socksies that were laying ontop of the counter at Harry. Are those of toddler? Adam's out of town so there's no way it could be his daughter's socks. Maybe Chessies's one of friend's?

"Should've called me t' pick y'up. Niall was loafin' around too —- wear it you're turnin' blue, pet." He comes back with a swarmy chunky knitted sweater Anne gifted him at his birthday handing it to Y/N and sitting opposite of her pulling Chessie with her wrist into his lap clearing his throat to bring Y/N's attention back from eyeing the socks on the floor. Her eyes flicker between them chest tightening at the love and glow that radiates from Harry when he looks at her.

No. She's not jealous. Mightyyyy bit yeah –- cause she could never be this lucky to have someone as Harry. He's the most caring towards her since ten years been her compass to the home she wanted, her anchor saving her from sinking and the sixth sense of a blind to her. In fact she thinks he's her soulmate and not every soulmates needs to be romantically involved some could watch them growing beautiful in love. Y/N's doing it. Admiring the maturity of his life with the person that truly makes him enough---or she thinks so.

"How was ye'r meditation class?" Harry asks (she took a semester off as she was unable to haul the burden'; Harry convinced her how her health should be her first priority) breaking a cookie in two giving half of it to Chessie who thanks him with a kiss in return, "Was good been feelin' great!" She chirps pulling the sleeves of the sweater that's drenched in cinnamon vanilla-y smell with lingers of what comes of as Chessie's scent. She assumes they cuddled shit loads.

To subside the gnaw in her brain down she finally asks the question pointing at the sock that nobody gave a heed to pick up, they stop chewing looking at eachother to come up with something. Chessie's face distressed knowing Harry wouldn't hide it from Y/N. He tells her everything and sometimes it could be too personal to share.

"Erm. . I bought 'em — 'cos. . " Harry stammers and Y/N smacks her hand atop her mouth avoiding from giving a shocked reaction, "Oh my goodness ye' guys are pregnant!?" It was enough to make Chessie flinch and hike down Harry's lap.

"No! 'S not what ye'r thinkin'." He shakes his head making Y/N confused. "Then you bought it fo' your fingers? Cause that's the only body part it could fit." She teases him to break through the insight tension around and he chuckles shaking his head grabbing Chessie's hand rubbing her knuckles how he used to when Y/N's anxious and over the edge.

"We want to have a family." His words low as he looks at Chessie but she shrugs in return as 'in it is what it is'. Y/N stomach twisted at that. The thought that one day He's gonna have a family of his own and the little bubble that Y/N would be privy to made her throat dry. Because she has no-one despite Harry and he deserves the whole world not just baby keeping Y/N everytime.

"So . .? What's the problem?" She raises her brows looking between them noticing Harry's fingers fiddle with the flower tea mats, "There are complications from Chessie's side." Chessie sighs in disappointment and Y/N ponders over the idea, clocks working and spindling wildly in her mind.

"I could do that for you guys — since I took a semester off --–" She puts the offer nervously and both of their jaws went slack Harry with an adoring grin while Chessie in hitting shock. "--Erm we could go through a traditional surrogacy."

"Are you sure?" Chessie asks squeezing her shoulder and Y/N nodded taking both of their hands, "Anything for ye' guys!" Harry's eyes glossing over and he leaves his spot sprawling his arms calling for her, "Gimme a hug pet. Life saver ye're - we're gonna take care of ye." They group hug tightly and excitedly.

Sometimes actions could speak much more than words because the lies that words hold could ruin the great bondages.

. . .

They went through the medical procedure two days after Her, Harry and Chessie being guided by their acquired doc. She was nervous and sweaty but Harry's presence beside her soothed out any negativity that was building inside her brain. By womb the babies would be Harry's and Y/N but legally Chessie's and Harry. She's just wishing that everything goes alright cause that happiness of them is million worthy to her.

People might call her stupid and brainless for going through sickness, crankiness, back pains and the pain during labour just to give those babies to someone else (she's too afraid to call them her's cause she knows her emotional attachments could be very destructive) but she loves Harry and love makes you do those thingies.

At the moment she's on the toilet seat eyes bolted shut counting threes with the pregnancy test in her wavering fingers. "Please it better work." A squeal of surprise leaves her lungs when her eyes fell over the two positive lines quickly dragging her panties over she tumbled outside where everyone's waiting for her.

"You guys are pregnant!!" Sounds dumb right? She announces loudly. Harry's and Chessie's heads perked up while everyone cheered beers spilling from the rims. She flashed grins to each one of them splitting her gaze away from Harry giving Chessie a celebratory kiss.

"Thank you. Oh my god, love! Can't belive it." Harry held her from shoulders giving her a toothy smile and it puts her off that Chessie didn't say anything just a nod along Harry. "Me too." She breathes out as he leads her to sofa sitting her cautiously. "We'll visit the doctor tommorrow." He reassures popping his head from Sarah's neck as she hugged him tight.

"We're gonna have a little Y/N and Harry running and pooping it's nappies soon." Everyone went silent. A grimace on Y/N and Chessie's face. Niall doesn't know when to shut up does he? Y/N's gonna strangle him alive. Harry laughed out aloud not caring about the thick tension in room, "I'll rip ye'r hair if you'll turn me baby into a golf freak Niall." His baby.

Niall raises his hands in defence, "No guarantees Harold."

. . .

They had a check-up and Y/N indeed's pregnant. Harry's over the moon. Kissing her forehead. Thanking her for millionth time – to the point she told him to let her watch telly in peace and shut up. Chessie bringing her organic vegan dishes that Y/N isn't a fan of but eats nevertheless under Harry's stern gaze. "'S not about them only I want ye' to be healthy too, pet. Can't be selfish now can I?" He'd insist.

When she'd be sick he'd be at her side giving her back rubs while Chessie stood at the doorframe of washroom. Y/N thinks since she's pregnant her womanly instincts has gotten more sharp as she sensed something's off between the pair.

He'd be at her flat early morning waking her up to have a morning walk with him not giving in her grunts and whines. Who'd want to leave their crispy warm bed to just be out in the cold? A fool like Harry only. Making her brekkie afterwards as a reward giggling and massaging her shoulders when she'd gobble down food like a greedy squirrel, "Easy there love. 'S all yours."

Chessie's back at LA. They had a small argument because Harry wants her to be participating in all of this as much as he's. But, her priorities are not set for this. They never were.

Y/N was at Harry's place nibbling onto chocolate cupcakes Anne sent specifically for her with a note ("my grandchild shouldn't be privy to their Nana's bakin' skills all my love to Y/N." along a winky smiley) when she spilled cold milk all over her nooked tee-shirt. Harry gave her his clothes to change into and baby wipes but she warded him with a scoff that water exists. She has become more feisty with each passing day.

Was discarding the tee when her gaze fell over the sveltest of bump in the mirror taking her breath away. It makes her realize it's all real. She never touches her belly in fear if she'd she will never stop. Now, when the pads of her fingers skim alongs the skin it strips shivers down her spine. She always wanted this. Not in this scenario though. Shaking her head of the thoughts she slips Harry's hoodie over it climbing down the stairs and it causes Harry to snap his head in alert. He stops chopping the carrots spinning to see Y/N standing feet away from him.

"My baby bump's showing." Her voice almost a whisper and it widens Harry's pupils as his hands fell in air midway between them hesitant to reach her, "Can I see?" She bobs her head shyly cheeks blazing red while revealing the bump for Harry to see. It's not like he hasn't seen her before. He has. But, this's more intimate than all of that. It made him fall on his knees. He's a sensitive person in general. Pure from heart but during this period it seems like he's pregnant not Y/N which's quite amusing too.

"She's beautiful." His gaze full of adoration. "She?" Y/N furrows her brow with a smile. He bobbed his head with a grin, "Think so our baby's gonna be she." Now that's the problem cause Y/N doesn't know which ours he's talking about.

"My pregnancy instincts says it's he." He scoffs, "Bet!?" She rolls her eyes forwarding her fist to do the hand shake they do while betting, "If you loose your pink macbook gonna be mine." They solid the deal with their traditional shake.

"Can I touch it?" Harry's asks politely. When she gives him permission he spreads his warm palms flat against her tummy tongue tied with the affection boozing in his veins for the baby that's not out in the world yet. Y/N eyes flutters and her fingers twitches by her sides from carding them into his hair. This's wrong she scolds herself. Her hormones all over the place.

"You wanna send a picture to Chessie?" At this his lips thinned and he gave her a curt nod standing up to fetch his phone, "Sure. But she might be busy..." on the verge of spitting his words in vile.

. . .

Y/N was reading a crime mystery book. Stroking the side of her baby bump carelessly. Cosy in her blanket hoodie telly murmuring in the distance. "Your dad's taste in books is shit, innit?" She peers down with a smile. It's the first time she's talking to them. "We'll read loads of good books together so that when you'll grow up – I could know what to gift you on Christmas." She tries to grab more popcorns from the bowl but it's empty. "Wanna be best aunt out there!!"

"Will you miss me? As much as I'll when we'll be separated?" Tears well up at her waterline. She huffs through her nose running her hand down her belly several times. It's coming; the breakdown she was toiling for days. "I know it sucks I cant be your mommy." Her cravings kicking in and all she want's a strawberry oreo icecream.

"Oh no. Seriously? I'm sad and ye' lil bean want an ice? Let's call your daddy and see what he got." She rings him and he picks up on the third one. Voice groggy from the sleep. She wants to feel bad but she isn't when all her taste buds could think of is strawberry flavour.

"'M cravin' strawberry ice-cream bad. . . Is it possible for ya to bring one?" He's already throwing duvets off his body reaching for his phone and wallet, "No worries pet I'll be there in tick."

"What the fuck Harry? It's three in the mornin'." Chessie groaned from beside him throwing pillow at her face. "We already stored her fridge with alot of food — " She squints about to change the side.

"She's carrying a baby for us Chess. Ye should know better since ya didn't wanted to." She sits up like bullet folding her arms against her chest.

"Thank you for throwing it at my face, H." He doesn't even spare her a glance walking outside and Chessie wants to scream at the top of her lungs. Why did she even agreed to this?

. . .

When he bought her ice-cream she throws herself in his arms kissing his cheek and he giggled in return feeling good when her bump pressed against him. They ate ice-cream with a bantering mess discussing names of the babies, the one that Chessie and Harry decided, him telling her about the little onesies they bought hearing that Y/N stood up taking out a little bag from the chests of drawers.

"I hope you wouldn't mind." She mutters showing him the lil knitted gloves and Harry slid his palm above her's wrapping them snugly, "I don't want ye' to think ya can't love on 'em 'cos after all it's ye'r womb they belong too." Her lip wobbles at his words and she stuffs her face against his chest fisting the hem. It fred away butterflies inside Harry. He sucka his lip. He shouldn't be acting like this. He has a girlfriend that he's gonna have a baby with. They're happy or atleast he thinks so.

They've been bestfriend for years and those feelings never drowned him. Is it because now she's having his babies? Maybe? Harry tries to convince himself.

When he looks down Y/N's drooling onto his shirt deep into slumber. He pecks her hair slipping his arms under her to hold her firmly against his chest. Laying her on the bed tucking her under blankets.

. . .

It sounds like multiple thuds as doctor hovered the ultrasound device over her gelled cover belly. Her belly growing way faster than it should. Her gaze glued at the ceiling fingers crossed. Harry and Chessie holding hands tight gazes fixed at the screen both of them confused at the disoriented image. They all were on the edge of their seats waiting for their turns. Y/N wished that someone could give her a huge warm hug to soothe her nerves down. But, in the first place she shouldn't be worried about the gender as it's none of concern but theirs. It's getting hard day by day.

"It's twins!" Doctor announces chirply getting a wave of silence in return. But, soon the room filled with happy giggles and gasps of Harry as he went to hug Chessie who's expressionless from shock. Y/N pouts wishing it was her. Smiling at doctor when she squeezed her hand in consolation. She's frightened though. How could she deliver two babies? To deal with the roughness that comes along them? Gonna be pretty hectic.

"We hit a jackpot, innit?" He grins down at her kissing Chessie's cheek last time before leaning down to hug her. "Gonna be super carin' with ye' now." Y/N gives a pat to his back in return awkwardly eyeing as Chessie left the room hastily.

. . .

It rakes against the wood harshly as Chessie glided keys of Harry's house towards him without a word. He puts the baby guide book aside arching his brow, "I can't do this anymore. I want an out." Dread. Seeping down Harry's bones.

Guarding himself down he grits, "What do ya mean you want an out? We agreed with full consent of yours Chessie." She shakes her head furiously.

"I didn't sign up for two of 'em Harry I could barely be there for one!!" He puts his elbows on his knees head lowering, "But you wanted to have a family with me didn't ye'?" His eyes tearing and she throws her head back in annoyance finding it difficult to make him understand.

"No. No – No. You wanted a family! Because of your continuous protests I gave in. Told you I wasn't ready for all of this bullshit now we are here." She emphasises. Harry stands up from his seat towering her pointing a finger at her.

He's rageous. Could burn this house down. How could she be so mean? Cowarding back at the last moment.

"Don't call it bullshit." He spits full of venom for the woman he mighty love and she snaps her head other way, "Congrats she finally ruined us and couldn't be more happy – now that she's having your mother fuckin' babies." He stumbles back knocking the coffee table lungs congesting.

"Don't drag her in all of this she's innocent." She laughs ironically looking him square in eyes yelling like a maniac, "Gave her your sperms now you can't hold back from fucking her. I knew it. You were fucking her behind my back weren't you?" She thinks of him like that? A cheater? He loved her and she always thought he was cheating her.

"Don't yell. I don't want to see ye'r cruel face when I come back home." He tries not to croak mustering strength to walk away from her. Exposing himslef to freezing weather locking himself in his car and crying his heart out. Sky crying along him. He punches the steering wheel brutally shouting "why's?" Head falling atlast as he thought of all his dreams shattering at his feet.

She caged him instead of giving him shelter. Replaced the butterflies he used to get from her with a burning hell in his pit, should've been mother of his children now she's just an ex.

The excruciating part is how he's gonna tell Y/N about this? She'll be crushed.

. . .

"Oh my god . . ." It was the roar of thunder that startled her but something else took her attention away. That tinsy kick protruding the taught skin of her belly, ". . . which one of you?" She was extra happy today. It's swimming in her head. It's just a thought but sharing it with Harry wouldn't kill someone. She wanna ask him if she could've one of the babies. It's just she's too much into the moment that she forgot she still have a degree to complete. A career to pursue and a life she always wanted.

When there's a knock at door she tries to stand up with the support of armrest a hand on her back. A gasp falling from her mouth at the sight of Harry's clothes soaked and another when he looks up with bloodshot eyes. Tears dried cheeks and heaving chest seeming utterly devastated.

"Pet what happened!?" She grabs him from elbow pulling him inside and he falls onto his knees smashing his cheeks against her showing tummy -- a sob recking through him, "Harry you're scarin' me. Tell me what happened is everything okay?"

"Chessie don't want these babies - sh-she didn't wanna ruin her career but atlast agreed . . . n-n now she doesn't want 'em 'n wants an out." He stutters. White noise deafening Y/N's ears and she steps back with expressions as if she's scared. Horrified of the future.

"It means she never had complications? She just didn't wanted her body to go through all of this." When Harry didn't fill in to her inquiry she flopped onto sofa from the shock shoving her face into her palms giving out a cry of hurt at her stupidity.

"God. I'm such an idiot!" He shakes his head crawling towards her with sad eyes and lil hiccups, "No please don'tcha say that. We'll figure it out yeah? Never wanted this t'happen." God. How bad he wants her to assure him that it'll be alright.

"You'll figure out what, huh!? Leaving them just like she did!?" Swear Harry felt a dagger jabbing it's way into his heart more upsetting tears spilling down his throat. "I hate you guys. They're none of your babies from now on. . ."

"Leave." She orders him wiping her tears roughly with the sleeve of her jumper. Running out of breath with each sniffle. Raises her hand stopping him to step forward and protest, "I said leave before I make you!!" He nods inhaling breath of remorse looking at the ceiling for a second then to her.

"Before, that want ya t'know. I still want 'em. They're mine. How could I not? love 'em. Hope ya'll forgive me." Then it's just sobs of Y/N taking over the buzz of telly as the door ticks. He didn't leave though. He's too afraid to. His back sliding against her door knees closing against his chest letting it all dawn upon him. His green luscious orbs hooding with sadness and the fluff of his curls.

Dunno if Y/N would be able to forgive him.

. . .

He woke up to a boot nudging to his thigh squinting up to find Niall stating down at him with consoling eyes. Poor Harry slept in the hallway. His neck sore and limbs stoned.

"Heard it 'lad. Was suspicious with Chessie long way." He helps Harry stand up patting his shoulders, "Y/N called ye'?" He grogs rubbing his eye with knuckles. When Niall confirms he quips with pleading eyes in a low whisper knowing he'll get his hair ripped if that furious little mama bunny will find him outside.

"Ye' think she'll forgive meh?" Niall chuckles to light up the situation, "'course H. Do ya think our pet's that ruthel—" He bites his tongue. Harry's gaze following the snap of his neck when the door opened revealing Y/N in a lilac chunky sweater. Puffy eyes and swollen lips. Harry feeling like a dickhead at her condition. It's all his fault. Then their eyes fall at the piping hot cuppa of tea in her hand.

With a stoic face she hands it to Harry and pulls Niall inside slamming the door at curly boy's face. So, she knew he was there sharing a door with her the whole night.

. . .

"Isn't it a good thing thou, love?" Niall smiles. He's chill in all of this. Watching it unwrap. They were meant for eachother Niall thinks so, "You wanted one of 'em and ended up havin' a whole bean can." She groans throwing her peach plushie at his chest. A smile swirming up her lips at his silly statement now that she's more stable less sad.

"You're the absolute worst, Ni!" He holds her cold hands tugging her close to make her look, "Want ya to forgive H. He did nothin' wrong, pet." When she pouts ruffling the silk strands of her rug with her feet he grabs her chin.

"Remember how happy he was? Don't go mad on him yeah?" She bobs her head not meeting his gaze. Meanwhile, there's knock at the door and Niall takes it laughing to himself softly at the box of doughnuts with a note.

"What is it?" He's already flopping beside her hooking his nimble finger around the white doughnut with rainbow sprinkles, "If I'd have known pregnant ladies gets treated this way. Would be havin' one baby every year." She smacks him in belly and unlatches the note reading it with a sucked lip.

Ye'r antenatal class's tommorrow. Don't forget to take ye vitamins :)

How gentle, calm and optimistic Harry could be needles her some.

. . .

Harry's waiting for her in the car fiddling with the radio. He isn't gonna lie. He's been going through a heartbreak. To cope with it he wants to accompany Y/N in her parent craft classes. When she waddles towards his car cosied up in a yellow baggy sweater and a cardigan Harry remembers she stole from him ages ago he mighty scrunched his nose in adoration at her cuteness.

Her nose pink and cheeks flushing as she slips into her seat, "Can you stop bringin' me stuff. I know how to take care of myself." She nips at him when he forwards her a kale smoothie. He doesn't seem to mind. Both, of them knows very well she's trying to avoid drinking it. She finds it yucky!

"Wanna take care of ya'll is all." He mumbles putting it in her side's cup holder. Ya'll .She regrets it instantly. Damn his puppy eyes!

. . .

"Mr. Styles and . . . Miss Y/N." The instructor calls them and they both raises their hand awkwardly as if in elementary school. "You're the parents of twin right?" She asks. Y/N wanted to say that their supposed to be parent ran off from the fear. But, she couldn't. Could never. It'll be like rubbing salt to his wounds. Bestfriends don't do that shit even in their most anger.

"Yes." She confirms. When Harry didn't. Scared if he might say something wrong. "Ok then! Lay your mats n' have a seat." Harry guides her with the little of his hand on her back. Her shoulder nudging his taut chest, and goosebumps pimples at her skin when his fingers brushes the side of her belly as he helps her sit down.

She takes an all rounder of the room and none of the parents looks like they're here to prepare for war unlike them. She shyly waves at the two mothers beside her and Harry twinges his lip equally flustered as her.

They start with relaxation and breathing exercises. Telling Y/N to let herself loose in Harry's arms. She fumbles with the hem of her sweater when his fingers gingerly winked at her sides and the lull of his breath hit her earlobe.

"Like a train engine whistling -- it's annoying." She mutters rolling her eyes and turning back to listen to instructor. "Now, I can't even breath without ye' comin' fo' me throat?" He grits with a kink of brows and when she confirms with a no --- He gasps dramatically. He hates her hormones little bitches.

It's gonna be a long journey of Hell for them.

. . .

"Are you hungry?" He asks turning the heat on knowing how cold her feet could get in the span of seconds. She huffs trying to buckle her belt and it squirms a fond smile out of him at her cute effort to be put in place due to her bump. If he'd coo. She'd rip him into tiny bits. It's better if he gazes away.

"Does it mean emptying your pocket?" She arches her brow sinking into her seat. "Bitso. . " He chuckles softly drumming at the steering wheel.

"Then I'd love to." She adds with a smirk. Clasping her hands atop her heart outta excitement. It makes him shake his poof of hickorey curls at her silliness.

They end up taking a takeout of onion loaded cheese burgers. Greasy fries. An iced-tea and a box of cookies from Babara's shop a block away from Harry's house.

"Wanna choose fo' ye'rself?" He asked her before going inside and she denied with a worried expression. Not knowing how she'll explain all of this to Babara who's her one of the good friends from UNI. Harry respects that. If she isn't ready to talk about it he isn't gonna pressurize her. They've been dodging the serious talk since she let him take to parental classes. Knows one day or another they've to decide how it's all gonna work.

. . .

Good food can make you more high than actual drugs. Licking their fingers off now they feel all sleepy and lazy sitting on the comfortable sofa watching telly with hooded eyes.

Harry's cheek smushed adorably against her baby bump ears tuned into what his babies are talking about.

"You know what? 'S not about winners or loosers. Bu' I won." She bubble hiccups slumping deeper with sugar rush hitting her. "Huh? Harry mumbles eyes drooping. The cotton balls of snowflakes glittering outside, collecting at the window and foging them up.

"I get to have babies of my bestfriend and this nice foodddd — 'n what did Chessie got? No babies and no happy feeling of being their mother." Harry shots up from his snooze blinking up at her and she quickly takes it back regret eating her alive, "'m sorry it slipped."

"No!!" He almost shouts cupping her cheeks making her look at him. His dimples deeps that someone could scoop them like an ice-cream. He gives her an eskimo kiss that makes her veins run with glittery blood.

"I wan' ye' to be the mother of me babies." No hesitation. No dithering. Just him asking for the tinsy bit of her heart. For her forgiveness. For the love they've kept blind eye for years. "We'll figure this out, yeah?" He murmurs their lips brushing and breaths kissing. Pulling back with a forehead kiss.

She lives for forehead kisses makes her shallow tin heart explode with glittery firecrackers.

She nods to give him the affirmation that she wants what he wants.

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mrs-prentiss · 1 year ago

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procrastination-queenie · 4 years ago

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Bunny-like Nose 🐰

This is a drabble for the love of Jungkookie's nose. 💕

Pairing: Jungkook x fem. Reader

Warning: none.

Genre: Fluff, kinda comedy?!

A/n: this is super short and not really edited but thanks for reading.

It was a day like any other day you and Jungkook had off. The summer days were getting too hot for you both to go outside for any activities before sunset, so you opted for a lazy day in the comfort of your air-conditioned apartment.

Currently, you were laying on the sofa, head laid in your boyfriend's lap, him watching the t.v and you reading a book. You decided to take a break from reading, to rest your eyes since your doctor has advised you to do so. You closed your eyes for a while after rubbing it gently. Slowly you opened your eyes to fix them on your boyfriend's angelic face only to realise something. Something that painted a big fat smile on your face which made Jungkook notice your current state of staring, making him fidget a little bit.

"what?" He said looking down at you. "Why are you looking at me like that?"

"Kookie!" You uttered his name swiftly as your hand traced his cheeks softly making him smile at you in admiration. With that look on your face Jungkook expected you to tell him something chessy which by the way he wasn't against, in fact as cheesy as it was, it made his heart beat faster in his ribcage.

"I just realised something," you said still holding his cheek. "What is it, love?" He asked running his fingers through your hair while his other hand adjusted your reading glasses on your face, the ones you two chose together after your visit to the ophthalmologist. His smile never leaving his face as his eyes drank in your smiling face, ...until you said the next words that made his smile fall into a poker face.

"your nose looks big from down here!" You said as you laughed at his seriously? type of look. You doubled over in laughter as his tongue rolled on the side of his cheek, probably thinking of a comeback but couldn't.

And that's how a usual day was for you and your boyfriend who has a bunny-like cute nose; nevertheless, a nose that looks big when looking at it from downwards.

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panerasbox · 13 days ago

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Stop The World —

Pairing: Chessy x fem!reader (present time)

Genre: angst

word count: 723

content warnings: emotional conflict, homophobia, toxic family dynamics

Chapter one 🎭 Chapter two 🎭 Chapter three 🎭 Chapter four 🎭 Chapter five 🎭 Chapter six 🎭 Chapter 7

Chessy’s POV…

The warmth of the living room was starting to feel stifling. I excused myself, phone in hand, and slipped out onto the porch. The night air was a welcome relief, even with the chill.

My mom's name flashed across the screen. I hadn't spoken to her since... well, since the engagement.

"Hey, Mom," I said, trying to sound light. "How are you?"

"Chessy," her voice was tight, immediately setting off alarm bells. "We need to talk."

"Okay," I said cautiously, leaning against one of the porch pillars. "What's up?"

"Martin called," she said, and my stomach dropped. "He told us... about the engagement."

There was an unspoken "ending" hanging in the air. I closed my eyes briefly. "Mom..."

"Don't 'Mom' me," she snapped, a flicker of the old anger there. "What is going on, Chessy? We were so happy for you and Martin. He's a good man."

"I know, Mom. And I do care about him, but—"

"But what?" she interrupted. "You throw it all away for... for this? For Y/n?" The way she said your name made it sound like a disease.

"Y/n isn't 'this,' Mom," I said, my voice hardening. "She's amazing."

"Amazing?" Mom scoffed. "You've known her for a few months, Chessy. Martin has been part of our lives for years. We love him."

Guilt twisted in my chest. I did love Martin, in a way. But it wasn't the same. "Mom, please try to understand—"

"Understand what, Chessy? That you're making a mistake? That you're hurting Martin, and yourself, and us?" Her voice broke on the last word, and I could hear the tears there.

"Oh, Mom..." I hated this. Hated being the cause of her pain.

"I just... I had such plans for you, honey," she said softly now, the guilt trip in full force. "The wedding, the house, the grandkids..."

I squeezed my eyes shut. "Mom, please don't do this."

"Don't do what, Chessy? Love you? Want what's best for you?"

I was silent for a long moment, the cool night air doing nothing to calm the heat rising inside me. "What's best for me is my decision, Mom," I finally said, my voice firm despite the tremor in my hands. "I need you to respect that."

There was a long pause on the other end of the line. When she spoke again, her voice was colder now, the warmth completely gone.

"I don't understand you, Chessy. I truly don't. This... this isn't the life we wanted for you. It's not normal." The word hung in the air, heavy with implication.

My breath hitched. "Mom, what is that supposed to mean?"

"You know exactly what I mean," she said, her voice laced with disapproval. "You were happy with Martin. You were building a future. A normal future. Now you've thrown it all away for... this infatuation."

"It's not an infatuation!" I exploded, my voice rising. "I care about Y/n. And for your information, Martin is gay, Mom. He told me himself. So maybe you should save your judgment."

The line was silent for a moment. I could practically hear her sputtering on the other end.

"Don't you raise your voice at me, young lady," she finally said, her tone icy. "And don't try to deflect. This isn't about Martin. It's about you. It's about the choices you're making."

"My choices?" I scoffed. "My choices are about my happiness, Mom. Something you don't seem to care about."

"Of course, I care about your happiness," she retorted. "But I also care about your soul, Chessy. This lifestyle... it's not natural."

I clenched my fists, my nails digging into my palms. "Don't you dare say that," I hissed. "Don't you dare talk about Y/n or me like that. I'm done with this conversation."

"Chessy—"

I hung up. My hand was shaking so badly I almost dropped the phone. I stared out at the dark, my chest tight with a mix of anger, hurt, and a deep, aching loneliness.

"Well, that went well," I muttered to myself, a humorless laugh escaping my lips.

I felt torn. A part of me wanted to run back inside, find Y/n, and cling to her like a lifeline. But another part of me was already bracing for the fallout, the inevitable disapproval, the feeling of being caught between two worlds.

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loafysainz · 4 months ago

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the parent trap (remake) | CS 55

cast: carlos sainz x fem!reader

warn: 100% fiction & remake

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Part 18 The Wine Memories

The blaring sound of a car horn echoed through the driveway, pulling Y/N away from whatever she had been doing. She rushed outside, her face lighting up as soon as she spotted the familiar car pulling in. Carlos was here—and with the kids.

"They’re back!" Y/N called out enthusiastically, practically skipping to the car. Her bright greeting was met with a chaotic mix of smiles and groans from the kids inside. " Hello? Your back so soon? Did you have fun?"

Mattia, sitting in the front seat, didn’t miss a beat. "We’ll be punished for a whole year," he said, deadpan, as he turned his head toward Y/N.

"Not a year," Carlos cut in, hauling a few bags from the backseat. "Just until today. Now, out of the car. All of you."

Y/N tilted her head, a mix of amusement and confusion on her face. "What?" she asked, before quickly scanning the car. Something—or rather someone—was missing. Her stomach sank slightly. "Where’s Meredith?"

Matheo, already halfway up the stairs with Mattia in tow, casually glanced over his shoulder. "Oh, we played a little prank on her, and... well, we think she down a little."

“little?” Carlos interrupted, incredulous.

Matheo chimed in, his voice dripping with mock seriousness. “Well, she might be a little upset.”

Y/N blinked, struggling to hold back a laugh as she watched Matheo walk away. Her parenting instincts told her she should probably look a little more concerned, but the corner of her lips betrayed her.

Carlos stared at them both, chuckle a bit. “A little upset?”

Carlos, now climbing the stairs with a handful of bags, glanced at Y/N and shook his head in disbelief. "Can you believe it?" He held up a small object in his hand—a ring. "She threw this at me! At least it’s smaller than the plant you once threw at my head."

Y/N immediately tried to look remorseful, but the smile tugging at her lips made it impossible to sell the act. "I’m sorry," she said, her tone light and playful. "This is totally my fault. If I hadn’t suggested she’d come—."

“Suggested?” Carlos cut in, eyebrows raised. “More like tricked.” he shot Y/N a knowing glance.

Y/N placed a hand on Carlos’s arm, an apologetic smile on her face. "Carlos, I’m really sorry."

Carlos opened his mouth to respond, but Mattia, from the top of the stairs, beat him to it. "Yeah, we feel that way too, sorry dad" he said with exaggerated guilt, his tone dripping with dramatics.

Carlos groaned. “Like mother, like son,” he mumbled, trying not to smile. “Go. Upstairs. Now.”

The twins didn’t argue. They bolted up the stairs, their laughter trailing behind them.

Carlos watched them go, leaning against the banister with a faint smile. “I really need to remember to thank them one day,” he muttered sarcastically.

*******

With a sigh, Carlos leaned against the balcony railing, looking out at the garden below. "Anyway," he started casually, "where’s Chessy? I’m starving."

Y/N joined him at the railing, mirroring his relaxed posture. "Oh, Chessy and Martin? They went out for a picnic yesterday."

Carlos blinked, turning his head slowly to give Y/N a look. "Since yesterday?"

Y/N nodded, biting back a laugh.

Carlos shook his head, his voice dripping with disbelief. "Who would’ve thought? Chessy and Martin... together. What a couple." He let out a small laugh, his mind clearly wandering for a moment.

"So," Y/N said, turning to Carlos. "What do you want to eat?"

Carlos shrugged, his expression casual. "I don’t know... got anything on your mind?"

Y/N rubbing her hair, thinking. "Well, I know how to make pasta."

Carlos grinned. "Pasta sounds amazing."

Y/N perked up at the praise, her face breaking into an easy smile. "Alright, pasta it is."

****

Carlos opens his twin rooms, Matheo, tilted his head as he tried to hide a grin. “Hey, Dad. Wow you look nice today. Are you going somewhere?” he asked, testing the waters.

Mattia, cast a quick glance at his father. His lips twitched with amusement as he exchanged a knowing look with his twin brother.

Carlos, ever the composed figure, merely smiled as he closed the door behind him. “Sleep well boys,” he said, his tone as calm as the evening breeze. He left no room for questions, only a parting warmth that lingered in the air.

The boys high-fived as soon as he was out of sight, their silent celebration proof that everything was going according to plan.

Meanwhile, Carlos led Y/N into the heart of his winery, the space exuding warmth and history. “Welcome to my little sanctuary,” he announced, his voice carrying a blend of pride and excitement.

Y/N’s eyes widened as she took in the rows upon rows of meticulously arranged wine bottles. The sheer variety and care put into the display left her momentarily speechless. “This is… beautiful,” she said softly, her voice almost reverent. “It feels warms.”

Carlos’s smile, his pride evident. “Thanks. This place took me quite a while to build,” he admitted, a hint of nostalgia creeping into his tone. Y/N nodded, her gaze flitting from bottle to bottle, each label carrying a story she longed to uncover. “You must have so many memories here.”

“Want to see my favorite?” Carlos asked, a mischievous glint in his eye.

Y/N returned the smile, intrigued. “It would be a pleasure, Carlos.”

They walked through the cellar, Y/N trailing slightly behind as she admired the collection. Some bottles were dusted with age, others gleamed with a recent polish. The air was thick with the scent of oak barrels and the faintest hint of fermented grapes.

“Ah wait, look at this one,” Carlos said, stopping to retrieve a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon. He held it up with a gentle reverence. “This was one of the first wines we ever produced. It’s a piece of history.”

Y/N’s lips curved into a soft smile. “You must have been so proud when it all came together.”

“More than proud,” Carlos replied, placing the bottle back on the shelf with care. “It was a dream come true.”

They moved further down the aisle until Y/N stopped, pointing at a bottle of Chardonnay. “What about this one?”

Carlos chuckled, a warm, hearty sound. “Ah, that’s my families favorites. Once we drank an entire bottle at Matheo’s birthday party.”

Y/N laughed along but felt a pang in her chest. The mention of Matheo brought back bittersweet memories. She had missed so much of her son’s childhood. Despite her efforts, the divide between them often felt insurmountable.

“Come on, there’s one more I want to show you,” Carlos said, his voice pulling Y/N back to the present. He led them to a quieter section of the cellar, where the bottles seemed to glow faintly under the dim lighting.

“This is where I keep my private stash,” Carlos said proudly, gesturing to the bottles neatly arranged like soldiers in formation.

Y/N smirked. “Meaty?”

Carlos shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a man of limited interest.” But there was a glimmer of humor behind his words.

“Y/N.” Carlos carefully pulled out a bottle, holding it as if it were a delicate treasure. Y/N’s breath caught in her throat as she recognized it immediately.

“It’s the wine from our wedding,” Carlos said softly. “Your favorite ever since.”

The words hung in the air like an unspoken confession. Y/N’s gaze flicked between the bottle and Carlos. She struggled to find the right words, her throat tightening. “You still have it?” she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

Carlos nodded, his eyes never leaving Y/N. “I remember every moment of our life together. Sometimes, I come down here, open a bottle, and let the memories wash over me.”

Y/N felt his composure slipping. She blinked rapidly, trying to push back the tears that threatened to spill. “I… I remember those moments too,” she admitted, her voice cracking.

Carlos stepped closer, the space between them shrinking. “We could have a drink together. Right now,” he offered gently.

The moment felt too tender, too much for her to process. She turned away slightly, blinking. “You okay?” he asked, watching her carefully.

Y/N smiled, but it was tinged with sadness. She looked down, a single tear escaping despite her efforts. She wiped it away quickly, pretending it was nothing. “Yeah, I’m fine. Really. It’s just the wine cellar… it’s dusty,” she said with a forced chuckle.

Carlos wasn’t convinced. “Y/N, you don’t always have to be so strong. Not with me.”

Y/N shook her head, her voice barely steady. “What would I do, actually?”

The air between them was thick with unspoken emotions. They stood close enough to feel each other’s breath, their gazes locked in a moment that felt both eternal and fleeting.

But before anything could be said or done, the glare of headlights spilled into the cellar. A car door slammed, breaking the spell.

“That must be Chessy,” Y/N murmured, stepping back as if the light had snapped her out of a dream.

Carlos nodded slowly, his expression unreadable. “She has keys to the house.”

Y/N turned away, wiping at her face one last time before heading toward the exit. “Is anybody home?” Chessy’s voice called out from outside.

Carlos watched Y/N’s retreating figure, a mix of regret and longing etched across his face. “Yes, we’re coming up,” she finally replied, his voice carrying up the stairs.

As the sound of footsteps faded, Carlos looked down at the bottle in his hands. With a heavy sigh, he returned it to its place on the shelf, leaving behind more than just the wine.

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omg tomorrow is the ending guysssss 😭😭 tbh I want to post the ending today but I need the revise it, I feel like I'm still not fully satisfied with the result. So, I post this one first instead—hope you all like it! Thank you so much guyss for the wait 🤍

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peaxhcringe · 5 years ago

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Blanket Forts and Teasing

pairing: Kuroo x Fem! Reader

genre: Fluff with some added spice

warnings: very spicy, slight NSFW

word count: 1.8K

summary: Y/n begs her boyfriend Kuroo to build a blanket fort only for things to get a little complicated.

A/N: I’m not sure if I really wrote his character well enough, but I tried my best. I feel unsure of posting this one as I think it isn’t very good, but everyone I had beta read it said it was good, so here it is. Enjoy!

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“Please?” You beg, as you clasp your hands together, staring up at your boyfriend, his dark eyes staring down at you

You were currently on your knees on the carpeted floor of your bedroom, your head tilted up to look at the man that sat on the bed in front of you. The faint sound of the TV playing a random movie sounded in the background as you both looked at eachother.

“Please Kuroo? Just this one time I swear” You beg, a large pout resting on your face as you looked up at him

You watched closely as his cat-like eyes scan your face, a smirk etched onto his face. Leaning down a bit, his face comes closer to yours, your breath hitching in your throat as his face becomes only inches from yours. His warmth breath fanning over your face as his eyes meet yours, his smirk somehow growing.

“You know” Kuroo begins, moving his arms from the bed to now rest on his knees “I could get used to you begging on your knees” He finishes, your e/c eyes widening, a blush rushing over your face

“K-Kuroo!” You yell, lightly slapping his arm, earning a loud laugh from him as he leans back onto the bed

You watch as his arm covers his stomach as he continues to laugh

“Y-You should’ve se-seen your face!” He manages to say, a few tears running down his cheeks as he continues to laugh

You look at him with a dead expression, waiting for him to stop laughing as you stand up in front of the bed.

“Kuroo” You whine, moving to get onto the bed next to him

The bed creaks lightly underneath you as you shift your weight to sit on Kuroo. Your legs sitting on either side of his hips, trapping him, as your hands placed themselves on his chest. You look down at him, his laughs finally quieting as he looks up at you, another smirk growing on his face.

“Can we please make a blanket fort?” You ask for the millionth time today, your eyes pleading

You watch as his eyes roll, before meeting yours.

“And if I don’t?” He ask raising an eyebrow

“I won’t let you leave the bed” You say, lifting your hands off his chest and crossing your arms, trying your best to look intimidating

“Oh really?” Kuroo says, yet another smirk crossing his face again as he stares up at you

You watch as he lifts himself up a bit, making you slide down, your ass grinding down against him. Before you had a chance to react you felt his strong hands grip yours, your back now being pressed against the mattress. Your eyes widen as you now look up at him, his eyes dark as he smiles at you.

“What was that about not letting you leave the bed?” He questions with a chuckles, his hands placing themselves next to your head

Your breath hitches in your throat as you watch his eyes scan down your body, stopping right above your pajama shorts, before slowly coming back up to meet yours.

“Kuroo” You begin, squirming in his grasp a bit

“Ah ah ah kitten” He tuts, leaning down, his face now resting only inches above yours “I believe you need to be punished” He whispers, his lips just barely grazing your soft ones

“Kuroo” You murmur, your hands moving to his biceps, giving them a light squeeze

A soft chuckle feels your ears as his head moves down to your shoulders, peppering light kisses along your jaw down to your collarbone. His hot breath sending a wave of warmth through you as it blows along your cool skin, your eyes fluttering close as his lips come in contact with your shoulders. Kuroo’s calloused hands move slowly down your body, outlining every curve that you had. A strong chill shoots through your body as the warmth of his hands meet the coolness of your thighs, his fingers resting just below your shorts. Your heart pounds in your chest as his lips kiss along your skin, his breath blowing against you.

“You know” Kuroo begins, as he starts to suck on the soft skin of your neck

A small gasp leaves your mouth as his teeth graze along your skin, your hand instinctively tightening your grip on his arms. Your breathing becomes heavy as you feel the hickey that Kuroo is going to leave behind growing on your skin. Kuroo’s hands grip your thighs tightly, a moan leaving your lips as your head leans back further against the plush mattress. A whine leaves your lips as his leaves your skin, his face appearing in front of yours once more.

“I think that blanket for sounds pretty good right about now” He finally says, a smile stretching along his face

You look up at him in disbelief as he leaves a quick kiss onto your lips before pulling away, and standing up. His hands leave your thighs as he turns around, his back facing you, as he makes his way to the bedroom door. Leaning up onto your arms you stare at him in shock, your heart still pounding from his touch.

“Well are you coming?” Kuroo ask, looking over his shoulder at you, an eyebrow raised

You open your mouth to respond, but nothing comes out as he stares at you, a huge smile on his face.

“You son of a bitch” You mumbled, watching as he turns back around and leaves the room

Once you finally compose yourself, you make your way out of your bedroom, fixing your bunched up shorts.

“Kuroo?” You ask, looking around trying to find your boyfriend

Walking into the living room you notice a huge pile of blankets, and pillows resting on the beige carpet. Stepping up to the blankets, your eyes widening, not really noticing how many blankets you both really had.

“Kuroo?” You call out again, as you pick up a couple of the pillows and place them on the couch to get them out of the way

“Right here babe” You hear his deep voice answer, soft steps filling your ears as he comes up behind you, warmth radiating off of him

You turn around to face him to see him holding a couple more pillows in his arms. Letting out a small laugh, you pull them out of his hands, and throwing them onto the couch.

“Let’s hurry up and get this fort made” You say, patting his chest lightly before turning back around and sorting out the blankets from the rest of the pillows

What should have taken a couple minutes ended up taking hours, and this was only because of Kuroo and how he just had to comment on your ass every time you bent down. You love him, you do, but sometimes that man can be too much.

“Kuroo, don’t forget the cookies!” You shout from your spot underneath the now made fort

The fort was quite large and roomy due to how many blankets you had, giving you enough room to fully lay down on the mattress-like ground. The only light within the fort coming from the small laptop that sat in front of you, the Netflix home screen shining brightly.

“Here you go” Kuroo’s voice says, before a package of chocolate chips cookies were thrown at you, almost hitting you in the head

Your eyes shoot up to look at him, watching as he pushes aside the white blankets and joins you in the fort. You sit up as he “gently” throws down an arm full of random snacks, before sitting down next to you. You stare up at him, watching as he reaches one of his long arms out to pick up the package of cookies he threw at you and opens them, before pulling out a cookie and placing one in his mouth.

Although you both have been dating well over a couple of years every time you managed to really get a good look at him you seem to almost fall in love all over again. The dim lighting of the fort gave his already well built jawline and even more featured look, his messy hair somehow adding to the look.

“What?” He mumbles, biting off a piece as his face turns towards you “Did you want one?” He questions, sticking his hand that held the cookie out towards you

You roll your eyes at him, before pulling the cookie out of his hand and placing it in your mouth, biting off a rather large chunk. Your eyes follow his hand as he pulls it down to the laptop and begins to play a random movie, before he turns to you again.

“Yes?” You ask, as you eat the rest of the cookie, an eyebrow raising

Kuroo lets out a small chuckle, before his arms reach out, wrapping around your waist and pulling you closer allowing your back to press against his chest. Kuroo’s hands place themselves on your waist as you lean further into him, your head resting lightly against his shoulder, his breath blowing lightly against the top of your ear.

As the movie continues, your eyes tend to move up to the side of Kuroo’s face, watching as he focuses on the chessy scenes that played out on the screen. A smirk grows against your face as you think back to earlier, and how he teased you, a plan growing in your mind.

“Kuroo?” You ask innocently, shifting against him, tilting your head towards him

“Yes?” Kuroo questions, his eyes not moving from the screen

A pout grows on your lips as you watch him not make an effort to move his gaze from the screen. Letting out a small sigh, you turn around, now facing him, your hands resting against his shoulders as your eyes now stare down into his. Kuroo’s hands move to your waist, holding you steady against him.

“Kuroo…” You whine, as you place your legs on either side of his thighs, your fingers lightly playing with his shirt

You lightly grind against him, earning a small groan from him, his eyes immediately shooting up to meet yours. The grip he held on your waist tightened as you grind yourself down once again, hearing his breath hitch in his throat.

“Kitten” Kuroo begins, his eyes looking up and down your body before staring back up at you “What do you think you’re doing?” He continues, a smirk on his face, a groan releasing from him as you grind down a little harder

You shrug, tilting your head to side, smiling at him as you move your hands down to his chest. His heart beats against your palms, as you give a soft press to his shirt, grinding down harder, a soft moan leaving your lips. You lean your face down towards him, your mouth pressing soft kisses against his exposed skin, as you make you way up to his ear. Your hands slowly begin to move down his chest, the tips of your fingers resting against the hem of his shorts, pulling lightly against the fabric as you give a soft bite to his ear lobe.

“Not much.” You murmur against his skin as you grind down against the tint rising in his shorts, the grip he held against you tightening, a soft moan leaving your lips once again

“Just a little payback” You whisper into his ear, lightly pushing him down against the blanketed floor of the fort.

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impracticallyjokers · 7 years ago

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Home is a Person

Brian Quinn x Fem. Reader

Warnings: None

“You know I care about you, right?”

There wasn’t much about him that you didn’t admire.

He was strong, faithful, and loved you more than words could describe. He was everything you had ever wished for and more than you ever could’ve asked for. There were times where you honestly felt like you could never match up to the way that he made you feel. So, when the opportunity came to show him just how much you loved him, you were always quick to jump on it.

Much to your delight and worry, you received a frantic call from Brian one evening, saying that his house had mysteriously flooded due to a dishwasher malfunction. You were quick to offer your apartment to him and his furry pals. There was no ounce of hesitation in your suggestion, and it was exciting to think about a couple of days together.

He had graciously accepted, and arrived as soon as possible. He was disheveled when he walked in the door, and it was clear that the dishwasher backfire had stressed him out.

“I swear that this shit only happens to me,” He mumbled as he closed your apartment door behind him with his leg.

He had two bags slung over his shoulders, and his arms were full with three squirming cats. Chessie was the first to take the leap of faith from his hold with Benjamin and Brooklyn close to follow. All three rubbed their bodies against your legs, weaving between your ankles as their form of greeting.

“Yeah, Bri, because you’re such a magnet to bad luck and all,” You chuckled sarcastically as you scratched behind Brooklyn’s ears. “I promise you’re not the first nor last person to have a dishwasher flood.”

Q let out a long sigh, obviously overwhelmed about the situation. You stood up from petting Brooklyn and diverted your attention to Q.

“They’ll get it fixed. Don’t even worry about it.” You added, taking both of Brian’s bags from his shoulders.

He gave you a tired and almost pathetic grin as you did your best to console him. He really appreciated you doing this for him.

When you turned on your heel to put Q’s things in your bedroom, he grabbed your hand to stop you and smoothly pull you into him. Your bodies seemed to melt into each other as they always did. His brown eyes were serene in this moment as he looked back at you as if you were the only person in the world. He spoke with a lowered voice, and he was careful not to disturb the calmness of the night hours.

“Thank you for this. It really means a lot.” His voice drawled with sleepiness.

His tone almost made you fall over flat, but you played it off cooly.

“Anything for you. It’s no problem,” You said almost whispering.

He had a hand on the small of your back, holding you against him as he swayed with you. Your head rested against the front of his shoulder while you listened to his steady breathing. You felt so lucky and so blessed to have him in your life. He felt like a blessing that you didn’t deserve.

A few moments passed before a small meow caught your attention. Chessie was sitting in front of your bedroom door, her tail swaying gracefully against the hardwood floors.

“I think Chess has the right idea. I’m ready for bed.” You admitted truthfully.

Q agreed with a nod. He led the way with his shuffling feet, and he put his things on his side of the room. He dropped it down without much care, and he made his way to the bathroom to take a shower. Your home was Brian’s home, as was his was yours. You never minded him making himself at home, and it actually made you feel good to see him so comfortable.

You did, however, release a huff at the trail of clothes that he had left behind on the floor. Q was a bit less caring when it came to the tidiness of your home, so that would potentially bring some difficult contrast. You rolled your eyes at the sight of his forgotten articles of clothing on the bedroom carpet, but decided not to say anything. He had endured a rough day, and you could let this slide this time.

You tossed his clothes into your laundry basket, noting to yourself to wash them tomorrow. An intense yawn arose in your chest which signaled that it was definitely time for bed. Your nighttime routine was unchanging as you went through the process. Just as you were about to unmake the bed, the bathroom door opened with a cloud of steam to follow.

Brian looked refreshed and revived, but still tired. Upon noticing his shirt on you that you had changed into, he smirked and slightly threw his head back.

“You’re killing me, you know.” He said while tightening his grip on the towel that was wrapped around his waist.

You smiled sheepishly, your cheeks heating up at his words. You placed the decorative pillows underneath your bed and peeled the covers back. The fresh sheets and duvet were calling your name with a loud invitation for a good night of sleep.

You slipped into the bed first, a satisfied sigh escaping your lips. The sheets were cool, feeling heavenly on your skin as you settled in.

“Don’t have too much fun without me.” Q winked as he approached the bed.

He slid in next to you, and he himself let out a soft groan once he was comfortable. You were pressed into him, your back against his chest. Your legs were entwined as he played with your hair and he was content with leaving a kiss every so often.

You were beaming with happiness. Q feeling comfortable in your home made your heart swell. The cats themselves were even at home. You always loved that about him. How he could adapt to any setting. Why it was such an admirable feature, you weren’t sure. You felt Q press a kiss to the back of your neck, then another, then another.

“You know what I’ve always loved about you?” You asked upon knowing he was awake.

He hummed in response, continuing to layer your skin with kisses.

“I love how you can make anywhere a home. All you need is yourself and the cats. And that’s really special.” You stated as you fiddled with his hand from the arm that was snaked around you.

His kissing stopped, a cautious silence filled the air. Just as you thought he had fallen asleep, he answered.

“True. But it couldn’t be like that without you.” He said rubbing your thigh lightly.

Now it was your turn to stop. Your heart started to beat a little faster. His words repeating over and over. You didn’t know he felt that way. I mean, you knew he loved you. He never let you forget it. But you didn’t realize you meant that much to him. You turned in the bed to face Q, he must’ve read your mind.

“You know I care about you, right?”

You only nodded in response, because you had suddenly found yourself at a loss for words. He kissed your forehead gently, and you swore you could feel yourself falling in love all over again. It was a refreshing feeling to know that the man that you fell in love with hadn’t changed. It was the most blissful, and joyful feeling you had ever felt.

“I love you.” You professed.

It was the only thing you could think to say. But it was true. With another kiss on your head, he responded without a beat to pass.

“Oh, doll, you don’t even know how much I do too.”

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