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cheftsunoda · 6 days ago

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heal your heart—cl16

part three (very wordy AGAIN)

smau + real life

carlos sainz x !sister singer reader

charles leclerc x sainz reader

catalina sainz has it all— she is a successful grammy award winning artist, her brother is a well known formula 1 driver, she has an amazing family and wonderful friends. she was also blessed with a fiance and a beautiful baby boy.. she had everything.. until she didn't. her fiance disappears and takes her son with him. catalina watches as her world crumbles...who will be there to help pick up the pieces?

fc : kali uchis

⚠️ATTENTION : TRIGGER WARNING! mentions of depression, abuse, kidnapping. ⚠️

part one here

part two here

part four here

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catluvsyou

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catluvsyou : healing is hard- especially when part of you still feels torn open. i will not answer any questions at this time but i really appreciate all the support and love i have been shown. i also need to say the biggest thank you to my friends and family who have loved me through some of the worst parts.

username00 : no bc the image of her crying BROKE ME but then i saw charles on the piano and my heart said okay maybe there’s hope

usernameee : this is grief. this is survival. this is poetry. this is also charles leclerc and i am not okay about it

username20 : the mirror selfies are all taken in charles' house

lilymhe : the prettiest and strongest angel. we got you.

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username7 : slide one made me cry, slide four made me scream, slide six made me sob. give this woman a hug and a publishing deal.

username10 : her crying photo??? that wasn’t a post. that was a plea. and i hear her. i see her. i’m crying at work.

iamrebeccad : love you to the moon and back- strongest person i know.

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username0 : this is less “photo dump” and more “emotionally raw scrapbook entry with a dash of piano boy” and i’m HERE for it

username5 : she gave us heartbreak, healing, piano romance, AND mountain girl rebirth??? a saga. a life story. a manifesto.

charles_leclerc : tu possèdes une force incroyable. je prendrai toujours soin de toi.

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username000 : quick some french person tell me what he said PLS

username20 : you possess an incredible strength. i will always care for you

username000: ardfkjalmffsfajskhd

username15 : OMG

lewishamilton : Sending love and strength. Healing isn’t linear—be kind to yourself.

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lando : Love you always, bug. You are so so strong.

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pierregasly : Kika and I will be over sometime today with gifts:)

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kikagomes : and CAKE!!

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carmenmmundt : True strength looks like this. You’re incredible. Please take care of yourself.

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oscarpiastri : Quiet strength is the loudest kind. Rooting for you always.

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alexalbon : The strongest ever. I have your back. Always.

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twitter!

f1gossipgirls : Catalina Sainz has broken her silence...sort of. The popstar and sister to Williams driver Carlos Sainz posted a deeply personal “healing dump” to Instagram this morning, featuring tearful selfies, peaceful scenery, and what fans are 99% sure is CHARLES LECLERC at a piano in slide four.

Catalina wrote, "healing is hard- especially when part of you still feels torn open. i will not answer any questions at this time but i really appreciate all the support and love i have been shown. i also need to say the biggest thank you to my friends and family who have loved me through some of the worst parts."

Many WAGS and members of the F1 grid were in the comments including none other than Charles Leclerc himself, writing, "you possess an incredible strength. i will always care for you" in French.

Let us know your thoughts!

username00 : honestly catalina is out here surviving a trauma and all some of y’all can do is zoom in on wrists and watches… (but also it’s definitely charles)

username10 : why does it feel like she just posted the first chapter of a novel i’m already deeply invested in

username5 : healing is hard, yes, but healing with leclerc at your piano and sainz threatening international violence on your behalf??? couldn’t be me but i deeply admire

username7 : this entire season is just trauma, pianos, and deeply repressed European emotions. 10/10 would watch again.

usernameee : just say the word, catalina. we will ruin him on the timeline in 12 minutes flat.

username000 : no interaction from carlos at ALL that man is busy destroying someone

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It had been a few days since the race. Charles and I were back at his in Monaco. He had been an absolute saint. He held me when I needed it, gave me space when needed, wrote and produced songs with me to get everything out, sat there and ate every meal with me so he knew I ate. I don't know if I could have made it these last few days without him. I have been so anxious to hear from Carlos and hopeful to see my son soon. I knew Carlos would not leave without him. He was - to say the least- determined. Charles insisted on getting me out of the house and into some nature today. Kika and Pierre were coming over tonight and while I am excited to see them- I do not know if I am in the best spot for guests right now. My PR team had forced me to post — at least making it known that I was alive…even though I didn’t feel like it. I sighed heavily staring at the spot in bed where Charles had just been. He left to get us some breakfast and said he 'got something special for me.' I throw myself out of the bed and head towards the bathroom. I turn on the shower and strip off Charles' T-Shirt and throw my hair up in a ponytail. Once I am out I do my bare minimum skin care and throw on one of his hoodies and some leggings. I go out and sit in the living room glancing out at the Marina. I hear a jingle of keys in the door and it opens and closes. Charles stood with a smile with two coffees in his hands.

"There's that beautiful face." He said with a mischievous grin on his face.

I narrow my eyes. “What did you do?”

“Nothing,” he says, far too quickly.

“Charles.”

He walks toward me, setting the coffee down on the table. “Okay, but in my defense—he was very persuasive.”

Before I can ask who, he unzips the front pocket of his jacket… and out pops the tiniest dachshund I have ever seen.

A literal puppy. A wriggling, sleepy-eyed, cinnamon roll of a dachshund. His ears are floppy. His paws are too big. His tail does a lazy little wag, like he’s still deciding how he feels about this whole waking up thing.

I stare at them both.

“You brought home… a dog. In your coat.”

Charles shrugs. “Technically he brought me home. Found him outside the café. No collar. No chip. The barista said he’d been sleeping under a chair for hours. And I—” he pauses, eyes flicking to mine—“I didn’t want you to wake up to silence again.”

My chest caves a little.

The puppy whines, wiggling his way down from Charles’ arms onto the couch beside me like he’s always belonged here. He sniffs my leg, yawns dramatically, then curls up right against my thigh. I run a shaking hand over his tiny head.

“I don’t even know how to take care of myself right now,” I whisper.

“I know,” Charles says quietly. “But I am here to take care of both of you."

I swallow the lump in my throat. The puppy lets out a tiny snore. Charles hands me my coffee like it’s the most normal morning in the world. And somehow—despite everything—I smile.

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Kika is sitting cross-legged on the kitchen island, stealing olives straight from the dish while Pierre argues with Charles (in french) about the “correct” way to make garlic prawns. There’s music playing — something soft and jazzy — and for the first time in what feels like centuries, I’m laughing without guilt. It’s warm here. The air smells like garlic and lemon and something sweet baking in the oven. Kika’s telling me a ridiculous story about an afterparty in Monaco and miming Lando’s drunk dance moves when Charles comes up behind me and rests his hand at the small of my back. Just a small gesture. But it grounds me. Leo — now inseparable from me — is snuggled in a pile of blankets at my feet, snoring softly. I don’t realize my phone is ringing until Kika gently nudges my arm.

“It’s buzzing, babe.”

I glance at the screen, expecting another message from Rebecca or maybe Arthur sending a meme he shouldn’t. But it’s not.

It’s Carlos. My heart stumbles. I freeze. Everything else — the wine, the laughter, the lightness — evaporates in a second.

Charles notices immediately. He steps closer. “Do you want me to—?”

I shake my head and answer, walking quietly toward the balcony and sliding the door closed behind me.

“Carlos?” My voice cracks just on his name.

His breath is shaky through the line.

“Cat,” he says, and his voice is trembling, a little breathless. “You need to get on a flight. Now. Come to Madrid. Come to the house.”

“What—?”

He cuts me off.

“It’s him,” Carlos says, and I can hear the tears in his voice. “They found Mateo. He’s safe. He’s safe, Catalina. He’s coming home.”

The world tilts. My knees go out from under me and I grab the balcony railing to keep from falling.

“He’s—?”

“Alive. Okay. Scared. But okay.”

I’m already moving. Back through the door. Charles is on his feet before I even say a word, his eyes locked on mine.

“I have to go,” I breathe, my chest barely able to contain the sound. “Carlos—Mateo—he’s been found. I need to get to Madrid. Now.”

Charles doesn’t blink. Doesn’t hesitate. “I’ll get a jet. Come on.”

Kika gasps behind me, tears already spilling. Pierre quietly steps in to grab my coat and my purse. I gently pick up Leo and put him in my purse, his little face sticking out the top. Kika and Pierre both hug me and press kisses to my cheeks.

"Go get your boy." She said with a smile on her face and tears in her eyes.

Everything is a blur. But underneath the shaking, the panic, the fear, there’s something I haven’t felt in so long I barely recognize it. Hope.

—

The plane is humming softly beneath us. Everything outside the window is dark ink black, velvet sky. The stars feel too far away tonight. Charles is sitting beside me, his hand covering mine. He hasn’t let go since the car ride to the airport. His thumb moves in small, slow circles over my knuckles. I don’t think he even knows he’s doing it. I’ve barely spoken since the call. My body is still moving, but my heart is somewhere else—somewhere back in Madrid, reaching for my son with every breath. He’s alive. I keep repeating it in my head like a prayer. He’s alive. He’s alive. Mateo is alive. I don’t realize I’m crying again until Charles reaches up and wipes my cheek gently with the sleeve of his hoodie. His eyes are soft when they meet mine, and there’s no pity there—just presence. Just him.

“You’re doing so well,” he whispers.

“I feel like I’m going to fall apart.”

“If you do,” he says, “I’ll be here to help put the pieces back together.”

I look at him then, really look. His hair is messy from the wind. He didn’t pack anything — just came with me, like it was never even a question. Like his place was beside me, without asking for anything in return. My chest tightens.

“Charles?”

He turns toward me, brow furrowing gently. “Yes?”

I hesitate. The words scrape on the way out.

“Will you stay?” I whisper. “Not just for the flight. I mean… once we’re there. After I see Mateo. After the storm. Will you still be there?”

His hand moves to cup the side of my face, thumb brushing just under my eye.

“There’s nowhere else I want to be,” he says softly. “As long as you’ll have me, I’ll stay.”

And something in me — something hard and scared and bracing for impact — unclenches. I lean into his hand. And for the first time since everything shattered, I believe I might be able to feel whole again. Not today. Not tomorrow. But maybe someday. And maybe with him.

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The sky is bleeding pale pink and gold as the car rolls to a stop in front of my parents’ house. I haven’t slept. I don’t think I’ve even blinked since the call. My hands won’t stop shaking. Charles hasn’t let go of me once. Not in the car. Not at the airport. Not even now, as Carlos steps out from the front porch and rushes toward us. His face is worn, sleepless. But there’s something else in his eyes. Something like awe. He pulls open the car door and helps me to my feet before pulling me into a hug.

“They’re inside,” he says, and I barely register the they until he adds: “Mamá, Papá… and Mateo. He’s awake. He’s been looking around for you.”

The world tilts beneath my feet.

Charles tightens his grip on my hand. “Do you want me to come with you?”

I nod. I can’t say the word. My chest is too full. My throat too raw. The front door opens, and we step into the hallway I haven’t walked through in over a year. Everything smells like coffee and lemon soap. Like comfort. Like a memory I didn’t trust myself to hope for again. Then I hear it. A soft babble. A whimper. The shuffle of tiny feet on hardwood. And I run. Through the hallway, around the corner — and there, standing on unsure little legs, clinging to the coffee table, is my son. Mateo. His curls are longer, wilder. His cheeks round and flushed. He’s holding the stuffed fox he never used to sleep without. There’s a little bruise on his knee. A scratch above his eyebrow. But he’s standing. Breathing. Alive. He looks up, blinking at me with those deep, dark eyes that are unmistakably mine. And then—

“Mama?”

The tiniest, hoarsest whisper.

I collapse to my knees as the sob shreds out of me. “Hi, baby,” I gasp. “Hi, my sweet boy. Mama’s here. I’m here.”

He stumbles toward me and throws his little arms around my neck. I cradle him to my chest, my hand splayed over his back, my lips pressed to every inch of his skin I can reach — his hair, his forehead, his cheek, his tiny shoulder. His weight in my arms feels like resurrection. Charles kneels quietly beside us. I feel his hand at my back — not trying to share the moment, not intruding. Just grounding me. Holding me in case I fall apart. Mateo lifts his head and looks at Charles, blinking curiously. Then, without hesitation, he reaches one pudgy hand out and gently touches Charles’ cheek. My breath hitches.

Charles smiles, soft. “Bonjour, petit,” he whispers.

Mateo giggles. Just once. A perfect, bright little sound. And in that moment — with my son safe in my arms and Charles beside me — I finally let myself believe that maybe, just maybe, we’re going to be okay.

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The house is still now. The kind of still that only comes after a storm has passed. That breathless hush where no one dares move too quickly in case it all disappears again. Mateo is tucked into my chest, warm and heavy with sleep, his breath soft against my neck. I’m sitting in the old rocking chair in my childhood bedroom, the same one Mamá used to rock Carlos and me in when we were sick or scared. Charles is stretched out on the floor nearby, one arm tucked under his head, watching us. The lamp beside me casts a golden halo over him. His curls are slightly tousled, his eyes soft and endlessly patient.

“He used to fall asleep like this every night,” I whisper. “After a bottle, I’d hold him just like this until his little fingers relaxed.”

Charles doesn’t say anything right away. Just watches me with that quiet reverence I’ve come to rely on more than I care to admit.

“You’re amazing, you know,” he finally says.

I scoff under my breath, brushing Mateo’s hair back. “I don’t feel amazing. I feel broken. Guilty. Like I should’ve known something was wrong. Like I should’ve stopped it before—”

“Catalina.” His voice is firm but gentle. “You did the best you could with what you knew. And now you’re doing even more. You’re here. He’s safe. Because of you.”

I swallow hard. “I don’t know how to fix all the damage.”

“Start small,” he says. “Start with tonight. With holding him. With letting yourself be held too, when you need it.”

I meet his eyes. “Is that an offer?”

He smiles, slow and sure. “Always.”

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The hallway creaks under my bare feet as I make my way to the kitchen. The house is dark except for the low hum of the fridge and the soft clink of a spoon against a mug. Mamá is sitting at the table. Papá stands behind her, one hand on her shoulder. They both look up when I step in. My mother’s eyes shine, and before I can say anything, she’s on her feet, wrapping me in the kind of hug only a mother can give. One that forgives and aches and tries to make up for lost time all at once.

“I’m sorry,” I whisper. “For keeping so much from you.”

She pulls back and holds my face between her hands. “No, mi amor. I’m sorry. That you felt like you had to.”

Papá steps forward and places a hand on my back. “Why didn’t you tell us, Cat?"

“I didn’t know how,” I admit. “I didn’t want you to see how bad it had gotten. I didn’t want Carlos to explode. I didn’t want you to worry… or to feel like I’d failed.”

My mother’s lip trembles. “You could never be a failure to us.”

We sit down together. They don’t press. They don’t ask for details. They just listen as I start to speak — slowly, haltingly — about the fear, the control, the way it all snuck up on me until I barely recognized myself.

“I lost myself in that house,” I say, voice hoarse. “I didn’t even realize how much until he was gone. Until Mateo was gone.”

“You didn’t lose yourself,” Papá says. “You were surviving. And now you’re reclaiming your life.”

“And you’re not alone anymore,” Mamá adds softly.

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The kitchen is bathed in gold light. My mother is at the stove, humming. Carlos is seated at the table, hair a mess, cradling a mug like it’s the only thing keeping him upright. And there, in the middle of it all, is Charles — barefoot, wearing one of Carlos’ old sweatshirts, balancing Mateo’s sippy cup in one hand and slicing a banana with the other.

“What,” I murmur, completely frozen in the doorway, “is happening?”

Charles grins. “He woke up. I offered to make him breakfast. He accepted. On the condition I provide ‘nana’ and 'toons'.”

Carlos snorts. “They’re best friends now. Sorry, Cat. You’ve been replaced.”

Charles leans down and wipes a bit of mashed banana from Mateo’s cheek. “He takes after you, I think. Big eyes. Stubborn. Curious about literally everything. Tried to eat my shoelace earlier.”

I walk over slowly, cautiously, like I don’t want to scare the moment away. But Mateo turns the second he senses me, arms up, babbling something in his own tiny language.

“Hey, baby,” I whisper, scooping him into my arms. “Did you make a new friend?”

He twists in my arms and reaches for Charles again — one chubby hand landing on Charles’ cheek. Charles leans into it like it’s the most natural thing in the world. My chest cracks open in the best possible way.

Mamá places a plate of eggs and toast in front of me. “Eat, mija. You look like a ghost.”

“I feel like one,” I admit. “But… less haunted than yesterday.”

Mateo babbles something and points to Charles. “Sha!”

Carlos raises an eyebrow. “Was that his name?”

Charles beams. “I’ll take it.”

I watch them — my brother, my mother, my son, and this man who somehow walked into the rubble of my life and just... started building with me. Mateo wiggles down from my lap and toddles unsteadily back toward Charles, arms up again. And Charles — without hesitation — lifts him with a soft “bonjour, mon petit,” and settles him on his hip. Mateo giggles. Charles grins. I press my hand to my chest and try to hold in everything I feel. Love. Gratitude. Maybe even the tiniest thread of peace.

“I think he likes you,” I say, voice uneven.

Charles looks up, eyes warm. “Yeah? I like him too.”

And just like that, for the first time in a long time, breakfast tastes like more than just survival. It tastes like coming home.

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catluvsyou : after weeks of pain and uncertainty, my heart is finally whole again. mateo is back where he belongs — safe, loved, and surrounded by family. thank you to everyone who stood by us through this fight. healing is still a journey, but today, we begin a new chapter together. my new single called 'ilysmih' is out now- for my whole heart- mateo. mommy loves you always.

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username00 : charles and MATEO omg omg

usernameee : so happy for you, catalina. you deserve all the happiness and more.

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username10 : the song is literally so raw and emotional- i am sobbing on the subway rn

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username20 : 'my baby's really here' has me sobbing like a bitch.

username15 : charles wins stepdad of the century

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username00 : omg she liked

arthur_leclerc : So happy for you, Cat. I'd say I'm in the running for best uncle.

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lando : you bribed him

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georgerussell63 : Your strength, Catalina, is a reminder to us all that no matter the obstacles, love and resilience always prevail. Mateo’s safe with you, and that’s what truly matters. Proud of you and the beautiful song...it’s from the heart.

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kikagomes : so happy for you beautiful mama. give mateo a kiss from aunt keeks

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lando : So happy for you, Bug. Your strength is absolutely incredible. Mateo was blessed with the best mum on the planet.

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charles_leclerc : Watching you be a mother and regain all your light has been one of the best experiences of my life. I have all the love in the world for you and Mateo. The song is beyond beautiful and I am so honored to have been involved in the process.

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username15 : omg charles helped make ilysmih

sebastianvettel : True courage is being vulnerable in the face of hardship. Catalina, your story reminds us all to keep fighting for what matters most. Mateo has a warrior mom, and I’m proud to see your strength.

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carlossainz55 : You were born to be a mother and I am so glad to see you so happy again. Love you always.

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Today was the day. I had to face him again. To fight for our son. I was nervous but I had Charles and Carlos...and the whole grid there to support me. The hallway outside the courtroom smells sterile, like polished tile and nerves. My heels echo on the floor as I walk, heart pounding. Every step forward feels like it's being taken in someone else’s shoes — someone stronger, someone unshakeable. But they’re mine. So is the suit I’m wearing. So is the fire in my chest. So is the little boy at the center of it all — asleep in my mother’s arms two rooms away, blissfully unaware of the war being waged in his name. Charles walks beside me, hand warm at my lower back, his quiet presence grounding me in ways I still don’t know how to put into words. He hasn’t left my side in months. Not when the lawyers called. Not during the mediation sessions. Not after the nightmares that woke me up sobbing at 3AM. And not today.

The press is outside — of course they are. The whispers of “star studded custody battle” had turned this into a media frenzy. But they can’t get in. The judge issued a strict order. No cameras. No recording. Just us. Just the truth. As we approach the courtroom doors, I hear voices ahead — and then I see them. Carlos. Standing tall, jaw tight, eyes locked ahead like he’s walking onto the grid. Rebecca beside him, holding his hand. Lando leans against the wall across from them, wearing a suit and looking completely out of place but determined nonetheless. And behind them — I almost laugh — George, Alex, Pierre, Kika, Lewis and even Arthur. Half the grid is here. For me. The moment I appear, they all straighten up like a switch was flipped.

Carlos walks over and pulls me into a hug — quick, fierce, protective. “You’ve got this, Cat.”

I nod, swallowing the lump in my throat.

“Don’t let that asshole rattle you,” Lando mutters. “We’ll all be right there. He’s not gonna touch you.”

I glance at Charles, who meets my gaze with steady, unwavering loyalty. “I’m proud of you,” he whispers.

The bailiff calls us in.

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It’s colder in here. The wood-panelled walls are imposing. The judge — a stern woman with grey hair and glasses that seem to see through souls — gives no greeting. Only a nod. I sit at the petitioner’s table. My lawyer, a calm but steely woman named Lucia, opens her folder. Across from us, he sits in a dark suit, flanked by his attorney. He doesn’t look at me. Good. I don’t want him to. The first hour is procedural. Papers submitted. Timelines reviewed. The judge flips through documents as if they don’t hold the pieces of my life. And then it begins.

Lucia rises. “Your honor, we will demonstrate that the respondent’s actions — namely, removing the child without the petitioner’s consent and crossing international borders — constitute not only a violation of custody but a potential endangerment. We will also present evidence of emotional and physical abuse and coercive control throughout the relationship.”

I grip the edge of the table. Charles’s hand drops to my knee beneath the table. A silent promise—I’m here. The other side protests. Paints me as unstable. Mentions “emotional distress” and “a demanding career.” They try to twist my own trauma into a weapon against me. But then Lucia brings up the messages. The controlling texts. The surveillance. The bank accounts I was locked out of. The judge’s brow furrows. And then I take the stand. I took a deep breath, feeling the cold weight of the courtroom walls around me. As I stood before the judge, my heart pounded in my chest like a race engine — fast, erratic, out of control. But I had to steady myself. For Mateo. For truth.

“I want to speak honestly,” I said, voice trembling but clear. “Because for too long, the truth has been buried.”

"The first time he raised his voice — just a sharp word over something small. I remember the shock, the way my breath caught in my throat, the sudden coldness creeping up my spine. I wanted to believe it was a one-time thing. But it wasn’t."

The judge nodded silently, and I pushed on.

“At first, he was loving. Protective. The kind of partner I thought would always keep me safe.” My throat tightened. “But then the control began. Phone calls monitored. Friends disappearing from my life. Little freedoms taken away, bit by bit. He had started to get more physical with me. Wouldn't take no for an answer."

"I recall sitting alone in a dim hotel room after a long day in LA, my phone buzzing silently with messages I couldn’t answer. The loneliness was suffocating. I felt like I could not even do the one thing I loved anymore, I was losing myself. A part of me was dying."

In the courtroom, I caught Carlos’s eye — his jaw clenched, fists tightened around the bench. Charles sat beside him, quietly supportive but with a fierce protectiveness radiating from his posture.

“I was afraid to sing,” I said, voice cracking. “Music was my breath, but it became my cage. Every lyric I wrote was scrutinized. I felt trapped in my own story.”

"A night in our home, Mateo asleep in his crib, and me crying in the dark. The weight of silence was unbearable. I wanted to scream but had no voice."

The room murmured softly, some eyes glistening with tears. Lando shifted in his seat, visibly tense. I felt their silent strength.

“The worst day was when I came home from a trip and found him gone. Mateo was gone.” I swallowed hard, tears threatening to spill. “A note on the kitchen counter: ‘I don't want this anymore. I don't want you' No explanation. No warning.”

I looked at the judge, the weight of those words hanging heavy in the air.

“That moment shattered me. I was lost in fear for Mateo’s safety — for my own.”

The judge leaned forward, eyes intent.

“I am here to fight. Not just for custody, but for healing. For our future. Mateo deserves that.”

My voice cracks on the last sentence. I looked over at Charles — his eyes glimmered with unshed tears and fierce determination. There’s a silence so heavy I can barely breathe.

Lucia finishes with, “Catalina Sainz is not only a devoted mother, she is a survivor. And she is asking this court to protect the only person that matters now: her son.”

—

The judge calls a short recess before ruling. I step outside the courtroom and lean against the wall, heart racing. Charles follows, wraps his arms around me from behind, pressing a kiss to the side of my head.

“You were unbelievable,” he whispers. “So brave.”

“I don’t feel brave.”

“You don’t have to. You just have to keep going. You’re almost there.”

Carlos joins us, standing in front of me, arms crossed. “No matter what happens, we fight. We keep fighting until Mateo is safe with you permanently.”

I nod. The tears finally come, slow and quiet. Inside, the judge returns. We go back in. She rules in my favor. Full custody. I hear it. I feel it. But it doesn’t truly sink in until I walk back out and see Charles standing there, and I say — “We won.” And he doesn’t say anything. Just pulls me into his arms and holds me like the world has finally stopped spinning.

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The three of my main protectors stood outside waiting for (ex name) to show. Carlos’s jaw was clenched so tight I thought it might snap. Charles stood a step behind him, his usually calm demeanor taut, eyes sharp as daggers. Lando hovered nearby, fists clenched, ready to step in if things escalated.

He approached them with a smug grin. He didn’t look intimidated, which only stoked the fire burning in Carlos’s chest.

Carlos’s voice was low but cutting. “You think you can just take him? Take Mateo without a word and expect no consequences?”

He shrugged, a cold smile twitching at his lips. “I did what I had to do. She was not around enough. Maybe I’m the better parent.”

Charles stepped forward, voice calm but laced with warning. “You’re wrong. This isn’t about competition — it’s about what’s best for Mateo. And that means respecting Catalina.”

"Oh suddenly you know her? Just because you fuck her?" He said with a smirk taunting Charles. Charles balled his fists. Carlos rested a hand on his shoulder.

"Hit me, pretty boy. See what happens." He irked on.

Lando’s tone was sharper, unmistakably protective. “You're fucking with the wrong family, asshole. Don't push me."

His smile faded, replaced by something colder — calculating. “Families fall apart. Especially when secrets come out.”

Carlos’s eyes darkened. “Watch your mouth.”

He sneered. “I’m just telling the truth.”

Charles’s fist clenched at his side, but he held his ground. “Well, we saw what the court said. She is clearly the more fit parent, considering she didn't kidnap him. Hell, maybe if you didn't you'd still be allowed to see him."

For a moment, no one moved. The tension hung thick, like a storm ready to break.

Then he turned on his heel, voice cold. “This isn’t over.”

Charles placed a steadying hand on Carlos’s shoulder. Lando stayed close, eyes never leaving my ex’s retreating back.

—

The house was filled with laughter, the kind of warmth that felt like a fragile promise of better days. Charles was pouring champagne, Carlos was cracking jokes, and Lando was making Mateo giggle with silly faces. I sat there, surrounded by people who felt like family — a rare moment of peace after everything. My new single played softly in the background, a bittersweet soundtrack to the night. For a moment, I let myself breathe. Then my phone buzzed on the table. I glanced down — incoming call.

“Excuse me,” I said quietly, standing up and stepping outside onto the cool night air. The sounds inside faded behind me.

I pressed the phone to my ear. “Hello?”

The voice was low, urgent. “Catalina… we need to talk.”

I hesitated. “I’m with people. Can it wait?”

“No. It can’t,” the voice insisted. My chest tightened.

Before I could pull away, a rough hand grabbed my arm, yanking me back into the shadows.

“Let me go!” I gasped, struggling.

“Quiet,” he hissed in my ear. “We’re not done.”

Panic surged through me, freezing me for a split second before fear turned into fight. But I was caught — trapped by the man whose presence I never wanted again. I gripped my phone and tried to dial Charles. He threw my phone to the ground and I heard it crunch. Inside the house, I could only imagine the sudden silence, the questions, the worry growing like wildfire. I wanted to scream, to run, to disappear. Instead, I was dragged back into a nightmare I thought I’d escaped. And suddenly, everything was at risk again.

—

p3 complete:)))))

yall thought id just give you an easy happy ending???

my bad

p4 is done so it will be published soon:)

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luvyeni · 10 months ago

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genre smut 𖹭 warning hidden relationship, unprotected sex, getting caught, practice room sex— brotherbestfriend!jeongin x fem reader | back to library .

request. i need more jeongin smut reactions and smut fanfics and everything gosh I'm (s)creaming rnnnnnnnnn manning I'm dying please post again some jeongin smut I'm dying unnue pleaseeeeeeee 🫠🫠🫠🫠

“what are you doing here?” your brother questioned as you walked through the door. “can i not visit my brother at practice?” you asked as he wrapped his arms around you in a hug. “because you never visit me even when i beg you to come watch me dance.”

“hyune , maybe i just missed my brother , you haven't been home to visit yet.” you said. “i know , i know im sorry.” he said. “i came all this way.” you said. “and i thank you for that.” he said. “me and lee know hyung were just gonna grab some food , you wanna wait here?” you nodded. “i won't be no more than 20-30 minutes.” you gave him a thumbs up— because if you were being honest , you weren't really here for your brother.

“jeongin might come back early , you know him , he's a good kid.” your brother said walking out the room. “real good kid.” lee know winked before leaving out , you smiled down at your phone.

a few minutes later, the door opened , making you look up at the boy who walked in. “how long?” he asked , closing the door, locking it , walking towards the couch you were sitting on. “30 minutes if lee know can keep him distracted.” the boy smiled , sitting on the couch , you straddled his lap. “fuck i missed you so much.” he kissed your neck. “i’m sick of hiding.” he said. “why do we have to jump through hoops to see each other?”

he nipped at your neck. “fu-fuck you explain it to him, his best friend and his sister fucking.” you moaned as his hips bucked up into you. “I'm not just fucking you , you're my girlfriend.” he groaned , you lifted your shirt. “that's not how he's gonna see it.” before he could say something you kissed him. “no more brother talk, we don't have a lot of time.”

you both don't waste anymore time , lifting yourself up, as he freed himself from his sweats , his hard cock slapping against his stomach. “fuck , sit on it.” you held his base , sinking yourself down on him , his cock filling you up, he sighed. “so fucking good.”

you stopped once he was fully seethed inside you; both of you moaning out. “fu-fuck you feel good baby.” he held your hips , helping you move back and forth. “missed your pretty pussy so much.” he groaned throwing his head back. “fu-fuck innie, so big.” you moaned as his hands came up to your boobs. “baby you gotta move faster if you wanna cum before they get back.”

both of you were moving against each other , he smirked licking his two fingers before reaching in between your bodies to your neglected clit. “oh fuck innie.” you moaned. “you gonna cum for me?” he cursed under his breath , ready to burst. “fu-fuck cum for me baby.” he kissed your lips as you came , fucking his hips into you. “sh-shit your so tight , i’m gonna cum.” he grunted. “fuck im cumming!” he moaned , feeling his cum coating your walls. “shit.”

“fuck you need to visit me more often.” he said. “you live in seoul.” he cradled your face. “I miss seeing your face.” he kissed you , his cock still inside you , twitching. “see how much I need you and your pretty pussy.” you moaned. “we-we still have 10 minutes.” he smirked , squeezing your boob. “gonna fuck more of my cum inside you.”

“we're back!” your brother shouted , opening the door. “we bought food.” he said. “innie you're back? she didn't annoy you did she?” you rolled your eyes. “no she good.” your brother didn't notice as he sat out the food , but lee know , he wasn't dumb , noticing the hickey on your boyfriend's neck, smirking with a scoff.

“i bet she was.”

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yvesssssssss · 2 months ago

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hii! i was wondering if you could do the Sakamoto days boys react to the reader telling them they are pregnant (shin, nagumo, shishiba, heisuke, natsuki)

Sakamoto days boys React to you telling them you're pregnant

(shin, nagumo, shishiba,heisuke, natsuki)

Who do you think would panic the most? My bet’s on Heisuke loll

Shin Asakura

Shin freezes mid-bite of his rice bowl, chopsticks slipping from his fingers. His eyes widen, staring at you like he just read your mind wrong. “Wait. Say that again?”

You repeat yourself, softer this time, and his face erupts into shades of red. He leans forward, gripping your hands like he’s afraid you’ll take it back. His mind-reading ability makes it clear—you’re not joking. His heart pounds in his chest.

“I— We— I mean, I’m gonna be a dad?!” He lets out a choked laugh, half in disbelief, half in pure joy. He immediately pulls you into a hug, his usual nervous energy tenfold now. “Holy shit, we need to tell Sakamoto! And—oh my god, I have to be a responsible adult—”

You laugh, watching as his brain overloads with plans, worries, and excitement all at once.

Nagumo Yoichi

Nagumo’s lounging on the couch when you tell him, flipping a butterfly knife between his fingers. His movements don’t stop, but his dark eyes flick up to meet yours, studying your expression.

Then, a slow grin spreads across his lips. “Pregnant, huh?” He flips the knife shut with a sharp click and tosses it aside before pulling you into his lap.

“You sure it’s mine?” he teases, but the glint in his eyes is warm, not doubtful.

You smack his shoulder, and he laughs before resting his forehead against yours. “Joking, joking. Damn, I really hit the jackpot, didn’t I?” His voice drops to something softer, something real. “Guess I better start acting like a good role model, huh?”

But you know better—he’s already planning the coolest disguises and escape routes for your kid, just in case.

Shishiba

Shishiba stares at you over the rim of his cup of tea. He takes another sip. Blinks. Then calmly sets the cup down.

“…Alright.”

That’s it. That’s his reaction.

You narrow your eyes. “That’s all you have to say?”

He shrugs, rubbing the back of his neck. “I mean, what do you want me to do? Freak out?”

“Well, maybe a little?”

He sighs, looking away, but you catch the small, rare smile tugging at his lips. “I was already planning on sticking with you forever. This just speeds things up.”

For Shishiba, that’s the equivalent of a dramatic declaration of love.

Heisuke Mashimo

Heisuke drops his sniper rifle.

It clatters to the floor as he whips around to face you. “YOU’RE WHAT?!”

You flinch at the sheer volume of his voice, but before you can say anything, he’s running his hands through his hair, pacing back and forth like a man trying to calculate wind resistance in a hurricane.

“Oh god, I—I’m gonna be a dad? What if the baby inherits my bad aim?! What if I drop them? What if—”

You grab his hands, making him look at you. “Heisuke. Breathe.”

He takes a deep inhale. Exhales. Then, after a moment of silence, he slowly grins. “Wait. This means I get to teach them how to snipe.” His eyes sparkle with a dangerous amount of enthusiasm.

“…Maybe let’s wait until they can at least walk first.”

Natsuki Seba

Natsuki’s chewing on a Pocky stick when you drop the news. He doesn’t react at first, just gives you a long, slow blink.

Then, he takes the Pocky out of his mouth and points at you. “For real?”

“For real.”

Another pause.

Then, suddenly, he chokes on his own spit. He bends over, coughing, while you pat his back. “Oh my god—Natsuki, are you okay?”

“I’M FINE,” he wheezes. He straightens up, still red in the face. “I just—holy shit.” His mind is racing a mile a minute, but he just stares at you in awe, like he can’t believe this is happening.

Finally, he exhales, rubbing the back of his head. “Well…guess that means I gotta step up, huh?” He looks at you, more serious now. “We’re in this together, okay?”

His fingers brush over yours, hesitant, but warm. And in that moment, you know he’s going to be the best dad—once he recovers from the initial shock.

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babyleostuff · 1 year ago

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today was (not) a fairytale

fluff (+ a bit of angst) 𐙚 established relationship 𐙚 idol!mingyu x fem!reader 𐙚 wc: 1.6k

. . . mingyu forgets about your anniversary

mingyu was a busy guy, that was obvious. but one thing he was never too busy for was you. it didn’t matter if it was just a can you couldn’t open, or a spider that had to be killed - mingyu was always there for you, no questions asked. to be honest, you could call him and tell him you wanted a hug, and he’d drop whatever he was doing just so he could trap you in a bear hug for the rest of the evening. that was how whipped he was.

and now he was late. two hours.

at first you thought something had happened - you texted some of the boys to ask if they knew where he was, you called his mom - you even checked the latest news, worried to see any updates about a car accident.

nothing.

sitting at an expensive restaurant full of people by yourself was humiliating enough, but what bothered you even more was that it was supposed to be your anniversary dinner. mingyu never missed any milestones of your relationship, he even bought you small gifts on the date you had your first kiss.

then it hit you - his location. quickly pulling your phone out of your bag, you couldn’t believe your eyes.

he was at seungcheol’s place.

not bothering to call your boyfriend - it wasn’t like he was answering any of your calls before, so why bother - you called the oldest boy, fiddling with your napkin that you wouldn’t be probably using tonight either way.

“hey, is everything okay?” seungcheol asked immediately. it wasn’t often that you called him, especially at such a late hour, so he figured something must have happened.

“is mingyu with you?” you heard some shuffling in the background, and noises that sounded a lot like your boyfriend and hoshi.

“um, yeah. you want me to pass him the phone?” you could clearly hear seungcheol’s confusion in his voice, but you weren’t in the “shitting rainbows and unicorns” mood, so you didn’t even bother with hiding your annoyance.

“fan-fucking-tastic.”

you couldn’t believe he actually forgot about your anniversary. you had been planning this date for such a long time now. getting a reservation at this restaurant wasn’t easy, even mingyu had to pull a few strings and flash a couple of polite smiles, so you could come here on the exact day of your milestone. you prepared matching outfits for god’s sake. how could have he forgotten?

“tell him not to come back home tonight,” you said, and hung up the phone before seungcheol could say anything.

you spend the whole ride home trying to keep your tears from falling. you didn’t know what was worse - sitting in a restaurant for two hours waiting for someone who was over at his friend’s house drinking soju, or that the love of your life forgot about something so important.

the second you got inside your apartment you practically ripped off the dress you were wearing, suddenly almost disgusted by the feel of it on your skin. your shoes joined soon after, and not even five minutes after getting back home you got changed into PJs (for once not being mingyu’s shirt), and poured yourself a glass of wine.

“happy anniversary i quess.”

when you were about to turn off all of the lights in the living room for the night, you heard the door open and close with much more force than needed.

“baby? baby, where ar-,” he emerged from around the corner, stopping right in front of you. you took in his form - hair tousled from the wind, his shirt from practice still on, and shoes on his feet, which never happened - mingyu never wore shoes inside the house. huh, he must’ve been in a real hurry to get here.

“i’m so sorry, i got here as quickly as possible,” he said, a little out of breath. you had to stop the urge to laugh in his face because what the hell?

“too bad you didn’t bother to show up where you really were supposed to be, mingyu,” you snickered, anger radiating off of you. your boyfriend knew he was in deep shit the second seungcheol shot him a worried look, and how he would make it up to you, he had no idea.

“i know, baby-,”

“don’t call me that. you don’t deserve it mingyu,” you pointed a finger at his chest. just then he noticed you got your nails done to match the design on his tie, and he could swear he died a little bit at that moment. “do you have any idea how humiliated i felt sitting there like an idiot, waiting for my fucking boyfriend who decided to go out with his friends on our anniversary?”

“i called your friends, your family. i thought you got into an accident for fucks sake,” your voice cracked at the end of the sentence, as you finally felt something else than just anger. the thought of losing mingyu wasn’t something you wanted to think about on your anniversary night. “i was so excited for this, and you knew it,” you took in a shaky inhale, once again feeling the tears brimming in your eyes.

it took everything from you not to hug mingyu, he looked so… sad, and just so defeated, and that wasn’t something you were used to seeing on your boyfriend’s face.

“there are a thousand excuses on my mind right now, but none of them will excuse my behaviour,” he sighed, his lower lip trembling. please don't cry, please don’t cry. “i forgot,” he said, straightening his back a little. “i simply forgot, and nothing i do will make up for it.”

tears clouded your eyes, and you couldn’t help when they started falling down your cheeks, probably ruining the makeup you put so much effort into. if you knew you’d end up crying on your anniversary night you’d use a waterproof mascara. mingyu hesitantly raised his hand, as if he was afraid you’d run away from him, but when he saw you didn’t move an inch, he started wiping off the tears of your face with a gentle swipe of his thumb, almost as if you were about to fall apart.

“say something. no, yell at me,” he said, and put your hand against his chest. “you can even hit me,” mingyu said, pleading in his eyes. “please, just do something.”

“i don’t want to yell at you,” you sniffled, wiping off the rest of the tears yourself. “and i definitely don’t want to hit you. i just-,” you looked at him and only then noticed the dark circles under his eyes. did his face get slimmer too? “when was the last time you slept?”

he looked a bit taken aback by your question, considering he was begging you to hit him like a second ago. “to be honest, i don’t know, but i took some naps in the practice room. that’s not import-,”

“when was the last time you ate?” you interrupted him again.

his eyes softened because there was no way he just stood you up on one of the most important days of the year, and you were asking him about his well being. “i don't know.”

i don’t know. hearing those words from a person who inhaled food like a vacuum, and could never say no to a snack broke your heart. how did you not notice how exhausted he was before?

“oh, mingyu,” you said, tearing up again. “why didn’t you tell me, i would’ve brought you some food.”

“i know, but i didn’t want to burden you. i knew i’d be fine,” he said, voice gentle. “besides, that’s not important now. let’s talk about how big of an asshole i am,” he grabbed your face in both of his hands, tilting it more upwards.

“how can you say it’s not important?” you murmured, nuzzling your face further into his palm. “i don’t think i’ve ever seen you without food for longer than an hour.”

“hey, i don’t eat that much,” you couldn’t help but giggle at his words, and seeing mingyu’s face lit up at your, albeit quiet, laughter, you felt the anger leaving you for good.

maybe you were too selfish? all you lived for for the past week was the date, but in the process you managed to somehow miss how exhausted your boyfriend was. yes, he did forget, but he was so overworked lately, you couldn’t really blame him, right? and it wasn’t like you were a saint either, you missed some dates in the past too.

“whatever you’re thinking, drop it,” he said sternly. “don’t try to make any excuses for me. i forgot, okay? it’s all my fault.”

technically you knew you had every right to be furious at him, hell - an hour you cursed him out with every curse word you knew, but maybe it wasn't the time to think straight, and just give the light of your life a second chance. “i don’t want to fight,” you said, wrapping your hands around his wrists. “and we still have,” you looked over at the clock, “two hours before midnight. we have the wine, and i think i have a pizza in the freezer.”

mingyu shook his head in disbelief. “there’s no way you’re real.” leaning in, he placed a peck on your cheek, filling your chest with a warm, fuzzy feeling. “you look beautiful by the way,” he whispered, and put his forehead against yours. “i’m really sorry.”

“i know, gyu. i know,” you whispered. “and mingyu?”

“yeah?”

“you can call me “baby” again.”

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astars-things · 1 month ago

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Helloo ur Hughes x Lando Norris is so good can u maybe do like one where there are all at the Lake house (with her family) and it’s just like fluffy and cute? Idkk anyways byeee

Y/n Hughes x Lando Norris

1.9k words hope you all like it

Why did we agree to this? You thought to yourself as you boarded the plane at 3 am in Monaco to fly to Michigan to enjoy two weeks off with Lando and your family, you wore a pair of sweatpants with a quadrant hoodie and some slippers, while Lando wore a quadrant set, you both went for comfort over style. You both had a 14-hour-plus travel day.

It was 5 pm when the plane finally touched down, Lando grabbed both of your carry-ons without hesitation, and interlocked your hands, making your way to baggage claim the two of you navigated your way through the crowded terminal toward baggage claim, picking up your duffel bags that were filled to the brim, and making your way to security.

Lando had gone full Lando this trip, insisting on having one of his McLarens shipped over weeks in advance, because he hated not being the one in control of the car, and also, you were told by the head of admin to get some content for the McLarens' Instagram page, So it was a win-win situation

Once the car was filled, Lando and you made your way to the lake house, which was an hour drive considering you both made a pit stop to get some food. The moment the car pulled into the gravel driveway and you saw Jack waving wildly from the porch, all your fatigue faded.

"About time!" Jack called as you stepped out of the car, Lando trailing behind you with both of your duffels thrown over his shoulders like some kind of pack mule. "Shut up," You said flinging your arms around Jack, both muttering how you missed each other. Soon Luke and Quinn appeared, hugging you and dabbing Lando up. The first night was spent with you and Lando intertwined in bed getting some much-needed sleep.

The next morning, you went downstairs still wearing one of Lando’s oversized t-shirts, making yourself a coffee before starting on breakfast. You made chocolate protein pancakes for all the boys, cutting up some fruit and laying out all the different toppings for everyone to choose their own. Just as you were wiping your hands on a dish towel one by one, they all started appearing, with messy hair that looked like they were electrocuted, and some were half asleep.

Lando came up behind you, arms sliding around your waist, pulling you back into a solid chest. A smile tugged at your lips before he even spoke. kissing your shoulder. One thing about Lando was that he was very clingy when he woke up in the morning "Hey baby", he hummed his voice still thick with sleep. "Lando let go of my sister before you squeeze her to death", Luke muttered in a tired voice from the other side of the kitchen, his hair sticking up in about five different directions.

Without turning around, Lando lifted a hand to give Luke the middle finger, still holding you in the other arm. “Real mature,” Quinn snorted.

Later that day, Lando had lost a bet of rock-paper-scissors between you two about who was going to drive the jet ski, you had been playful bickering about it all morning. Once you both had your life jackets on, you made your way to where the jet skis had been docked, You were already grinning as you climbed onto the first one, your hands confidently gripping the handlebars like you were born to drive it.

While lando was stood on the dock "If I die Luke you can have my Mclaren" Lando shouted before saying a little prayer "Fuck yeah" you heard Luke yell without even a second of hesitation. Rolling your eyes, you weren't that bad, right?

"Hold on tight, Norris," you said, flashing a mischievous smile as you revved the engine, "Try not to scream too loud." Lando was perched behind you, arms already wrapped around your waist, knuckles white as he clung on like his life actually depended on it. "Babe, please go slow", Lando begged. You smirked. "Where’s the fun in that?"

When you finally slowed to a stop near the shore, Lando scrambled off the jet ski, legs shaking as he stumbled onto the dock, dramatically falling to his knees like he’d survived a near-death experience.

"I saw my life flash before my eyes," he panted. "And it was all just Papaya." All four of you laughed at Lando being dramatic, "You're fine," You said, patting Lando on the head "I think I'm scarred for life, babe", Lando let out before coming over to you and placing a kiss. Once you finally got back to the house,

You both had a shower, stealing a few lazy kisses under the stream before throwing on clean clothes and heading outside to join everyone else. Both making your way outside, where you saw your brothers, Trevor, Cole and Alex, who had come back from a day of shopping. Sitting around the fire while your parents and some of their friends were off on the patito, you made your way over to your parents, and Lando walked over to the boys.

"Yo, Lando, can you take us drifting later? I saw that car you brought." Trevor said as soon as Lando sat down, Lando’s eyes lit up instantly. "You mean my baby? Absolutely." Jack was shaking his head, and Luke went pale, having a PTSD moment from when he did the hot laps with Lando, "If you value your life, don't get in his car", Jack spoke, taking a sip of his beer

"Let me go ask the missus first", Lando spoke, standing up from his seat, making his way to you. All he could hear was the boys calling him a simp or that he was whipped for you. Lando shrugged, completely unbothered. "Yeah. And? Have you seen her? I'd do anything she says."

When Lando made his way back over, he threw an arm around your shoulder and leaned in close, resting his chin on top of your head with a smile that was both smug and soft. "Hey, pretty girl, are you okay if I take some of the guys out drifting?" Lando asked, and your parents and their friends laughed at how Lando asked you for permission "I like this kid more every day," your dad said.

You giggled, you looked up at Lando, "I mean, yeah, just be careful. Make sure they all sign waivers, don’t do anything too illegal, and for the love of God, don’t get pulled over. I’m not bailing you out of jail." Lando let out a dramatic gasp, pressing a hand to his chest like you’d just broken his heart. "What? You’d just leave me there? Rotting away in some tiny Michigan cell?" You raised an eyebrow. "Well… yeah. Might teach you a lesson." He placed a kiss on your head "Don't worry, I'll keep it under 200" Lando smirked

"Lando", you said, giving him a look that makes him shiver "Okay, okay!" He threw his hands up in surrender. "I’ll be good." Lando quickly ran up to the room to grab his keys before giving you another kiss and whispering I love you

"If you blow the tires again, you’re walking back to Monaco." You called out as Lando made his way to the group of giggling boys. He gave you a thumbs up and made his way out to his car. Trevor made his way to the passenger seat of Landos McLaren while the rest of the boys piled into Jack's car

Your mom leaned over to you, "You got yourself a good one", she said "I really do," you muttered, looking down the gravel road watching Landos' car drive behind Jack's. You wouldn't trade Lando for the world.

An hour of talking with your parents and their friends, you heard the sound of Landos' car, "The boys are back", you announced, brushing your hands off on your shorts. "Let's see how many of them survived" Everyone let out a small laugh "Do we take bets?" your dad asked, raising an eyebrow. "I give it even odds someone threw up." Your mom snorted. "My money’s on Luke."

"Bro, I can't believe you got a ticket", Trevor said loudly, expecting everyone to not be outside still. You blinked, slowly turning your head towards Lando as the rest of the boys piled out of the cars and instantly froze at the sight of your unimpressed expression. Arms crossed, eyebrow arched, lips pursed in that dangerous "I love you but you’re about to regret your life choices" kind of way.

Lando stopped dead in his tracks halfway up the steps, like a deer in headlights. He had two options flew the country and change his identity, or really sweet-talk you, "I'm sorry, Lando, you got what?" You questioned, “Oh, you’re in trouble,” Jack said before cracking open another beer and kicking his feet up.

"I don't even want to know why you got a ticket, and I hope you know you're sleeping on the couch tonight", you said, looking up at Lando, Lando blinked, dramatically clutching his chest like you’d just physically wounded him. "The couch? Babe" Lando was about to continue, but the look you had in your eyes was telling him ", Keep going and see what happens. He held his hands up like he was surrendering in a hostage situation. "Right. No, yeah. Totally fair. Love the couch. Big fan of back pain."

You just raised an eyebrow. "Good. Glad we’re on the same page." Behind him, Jack nearly choked on his drink from laughing too hard. "Dude, I warned you." "Do you think the ticket came with a pillow and blanket set?" Quinn added, barely hiding his grin. "Maybe a loyalty card," Luke piped in. "Three more tickets and you get a free chiropractor visit."

Lando turned to glare at them. "This is why I don’t take you guys drifting." Lando jogged to catch up, trailing behind you like a very scolded but still slightly smug puppy. "Okay, but like hypothetically if I brought snacks and wore that hoodie you love, could we maybe negotiate a shared blanket?"

You shot him a sideways glance. "Only if you let me post the ticket on your story with the caption ‘Speedy Papaya.’" Lando groaned. "That’s humiliating." "You’re sleeping on a couch. We’re already there." You laughed

He sighed dramatically, dragging his feet up the porch steps. "Still totally worth it," he mumbled. "WHAT was that?" you asked, pausing at the door. "Nothing! I said, ‘I love this relationship and I respect your boundaries.’"

From behind, Jack called out, "Hey, ask her if we can sleep inside tonight too, or should we all prepare for floor duty just by association?" You smirked. "Depends. Did any of you tell him to slow down?"

They all went silent.

"That’s what I thought." Lando leaned down, kissing the top of your head with the gentlest grin. "Remind me to never piss you off again." "Oh, you’ll remind yourself," you said sweetly, pushing the door open and heading inside. "Every time your back cracks in the middle of the night."

The door shut behind you, leaving a porch full of boys collectively rethinking every life choice they’d made that afternoon while Lando, love-struck and slightly scared, just whispered, “God, I love her.”

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bumblehoneybee · 7 months ago

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Hello!! I really loved your Curly Drabble ("Easy Smiles"). I was wondering if I could get a (kind of?) continuation of that? Maybe we can see the types of things Reader notices about Curly? And maybe Anya/Daisuke/Swansea tease them for having eyes for the captain? Thank you so much!!! <3

Easy On The Eyes

A soft poke to the shoulder drew you from your daze.

"You're staring." Anya said, a teasing smile on her face.

"Hm?" You hummed, blinking back into reality slow. Still, you refocused on where your gaze was, a remembered why you were so lost in thought.

That god forsaken captain of yours.

You weren't so obtuse as to not admit that he was handsome. He was, and his the slight goofiness he could carry made him charming. Case in point, the smile he tried to keep up as Daisuke showed him his game and rambled on about the lore. Something you all had been subjected to, but now it was finally the captain's turn.

And watching him struggle to understand just what Daisuke was explaining to him made for good entertainment. Curly could be awfully expressive when not focused on the job at hand. His nose wrinkled, brows furrowed, only to lift up with shock at the more nonsensical parts of the lore being explained to him.

Hell, sometimes he even cocked his head to the side, like a puppy. It was terribly cute, and your pride wasn't so strong as to hold you back from saying it.

"What can I say," you shrugged to Anya, watching her silly grin grow, "he's easy on the eyes. We don't got a lot to look at on this ship," you made sure to wiggle your brows at Anya, "and if I stared at you any longer, you'd burst into flames."

Anya shoved your face back, laughing. "Oh, shut up!"

You giggled against her palm, pleased to see that not only did the compliment land, but Anya also had forgotten about your staring problem.

"Hey!" The cry was your only warning before arms encircled your head. "Don't hurt my favorite crewmate, Anya! You're supposed to heal, you know? Not harm!"

"Yeah, Anya," you pouted, doing your best to ignore the blue eyes you could see watching your little act, "you know I'm fragile."

"They're baby!"

"I'm baby, Anya."

Anya, well aware she would not win the fight, raised her hands in surrender. She stood up, stuck her tongue out at Daisuke and you, then trotted off out of the lounge with a simple goodbye to Curly.

Curly, who was now grinning at you and Daisuke.

"I thought I was your favorite crew member." He said, faking his own pout as Daisuke hugged you tighter. It was cute. Cute cute cute. Made you want to kiss him- who said that?

"You're captain," Daisuke said, thankfully not needing your help to keep the banter going, "so I'm, like. . . legally required to say you are."

That earned the boy a bark of laughter from you. "Ha! Don't say it like you hate him!"

"I don't!" Daisuke protested quickly. "I-I didn't mean it like that, it's just that, y'know, Cap has the ability to fire us, and I don't wanna be stranded in the middle of space and have to call my mom and tell her. . ."

He went on, but it was hard to listen fully with the weight of those blue, blue eyes still on you. Curly smiled at you, obviously also not listening to Daisuke's rambling. You smiled back, bashful.

Yeah. He was real easy on the eyes. If only you had the courage to tell him so.

#captain curly x reader #curly x reader #mouthwashing curly x reader #mouthwashing curly #mouthwashing x reader #i imagine that like the cap can be intimidating which + being handsome ++ being the boss is a deadly combo #which would make reader scared to approach cause how do you be silly with handsome boss man and not get fired wheres the line #and then our cap is ALSO too afraid to approach cause he doesn't want to intimidate them into being friendly to him cause he's boss so it's #a vicious loop of pining that i eat up like ouroboros

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junabuggy · 1 year ago

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Hazbin Hotel crew x Reader: general fluff hcs

A/n: 100+ follower special !!

I’ve been doing a lot of headcanons lately so I pinky promise there’ll be some kind of oneshot coming soon 🙏

Warnings: None !! Just some good old fashioned fluff :3

Fluff✔️ Comfort❌ Angst❌ Smut❌

‧₊˚✧ Alastor ✧˚₊‧

📻𖤐 When Alastor forms a close bond with you (and I’ve mentioned this before), he’d want to spend more time with you. Even if that’s just sitting in silence together and reading your own separate books

📻𖤐 Who knows? Maybe he’d let you lean against him, head on his shoulder, as he reads to you?

📻𖤐 This guys primary love language is quality time for sure. A close second perhaps acts of service.

📻𖤐 Biggest mamas boy ever…. But I’m sure we all knew that already

📻𖤐 LOVES to go on walks with you, especially during the afternoon or at night.

📻𖤐 Would link your arm with his and chat with you as you went on your daily stroll together… you’re not quite sure when it became a routine but it did.

📻𖤐 Huuuggeee story teller

📻𖤐 100% laughs at dad jokes and will also make them from time to time

📻𖤐 Always winning every single IDGAF war because he genuinely, wholeheartedly, just doesn’t give two shits 💀💀

📻𖤐 Can’t swim. I don’t know how to explain why I think this but I just KNOW its true

📻𖤐 Freezes like a deer in headlights (quite literally) when you shine a bright enough light at him

‧₊˚✧ Angel Dust ✧˚₊‧

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Angel would be the absolute BEST at giving out hugs oh my goddd, he’s got six arms for a reason, baby !

🕸️ᥫ᭡ I feel like he’d have fun dancing !! (I mean “Loser, Baby” was enough evidence for me)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Competitive as fuck, UNO would actually be so fun with him 😭 (gets so genuinely excited when he wins too, gloating about it and everything like he just won the lottery)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Biggest shoplifter ever and most of the time it’s not even because he can’t afford it, he just does it for fun.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Smells realllyyy good all the time, he’s got the best perfumes ever

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Spa-days/Self-care days quickly become a Saturday night thing for you two once you become one of his besties. And I’m talking the whole shabang like face masks, candles lit and snack tray out as he paints your nails for you 💕

🕸️ᥫ᭡ It’s something Angel genuinely looks forward to as well (ᵒ̴̶̷᷄⩊ᵒ̴̶̷᷅)

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Primary love language is most likely physical touch, we’ve all seen how touchy he can get 🤞

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Getting to know his real name and getting to call him by it means he trusts you a lot, he doesn’t give that privilege out to just anybody.

🕸️ᥫ᭡ On a less serious note, he’s definitely a huge show off 💀💀

🕸️ᥫ᭡ Amazing at doing makeup, will do your makeup if you asked him to (might accidentally poke you in the eye or something though lmfaoo)

‧₊˚✧ Husker ✧˚₊‧

🍺🃁 Needs glasses and HAS them but just doesn’t wear them for whatever reason. He looks good in them though !!

🍺🃁 Cheats in any card game ever. Wins 9/10 against you because of that reason (he’s also a gambler so that’s a big factor as well obviously)

🍺🃁 Bros the type of guy to call you “doll” and “baby”

🍺🃁 Primary love language?? quality time 🙏 🙏acts of service and physical touch are both tied for second place (but you only ever really get the physical touch one if you’re his s/o)

🍺🃁 Again, we all saw “Loser, Baby” this mf can DANCE and he enjoys it too

🍺🃁 Jazz is one of Huskers favourite music genres for sure

🍺🃁 You two don’t really have a routine hangout type thing but he does enjoy it when you come around to the bar to just hang out with him while he cleans and whatnot :3

🍺🃁 Trust, you will be given a specialized nickname just for you once he considers you a close friend of his.

🍺🃁 He’s a great listener but gives very blunt advice, doesn’t sugarcoat shit if you ask him for his opinion on something.

🍺🃁 Weirdly caught up with mental health stuff, like he knows a lot about it

🍺🃁 Poor Husker does NOT like the cat noises he makes but he literally cannot control them 😭😭 (believe me, he’s tried)

‧₊˚✧ Vaggie ✧˚₊‧

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is NOT a morning person, usually sleeps in until around noon

🗡️☪︎ Would have good fashion taste

🗡️☪︎ Vaggie is also a very competitive UNO player, probably ends up yelling at Alastor for making her pick up all those “pick up four” cards when everyone plays together (yes, he looks smug as fuck while doing it and yes he was saving them just for her 💀💀)

🗡️☪︎ Has beef with almost all of the guys at the hotel but Husker is chill for the most part

🗡️☪︎ Adding onto that last one, it doesn’t really take much for a man to piss her off tbh (she’s so real for this)

🗡️☪︎ Would spar with you if you asked and gets really into it too !! She’s careful not to actually hurt you though and it’s a great way of bonding with her (˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶)

🗡️☪︎ Verrryyyyy jealous girl, remember when Emily took Charlie’s hands in the heaven episode?? (The look on her face made me giggle)

🗡️☪︎ Hates pickles. She just looks like she’d be a pickle hater

🗡️☪︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation

‧₊˚✧ Charlie ✧˚₊‧

⭐️☀︎ Charlie is infact a morning person and wakes up at the crack of dawn everyday for zero reason whatsoever 💀

⭐️☀︎ She does her absolute best to include everyone in every activity going on, she doesn’t ever want anybody in the hotel to feel excluded

⭐️☀︎ Biggest shipper EVER. You ever told her you have a crush on someone here?? Oh god..

⭐️☀︎ She’ll silently fan girl from a distance whenever you and your crush are together to the point Vaggie has to drag her away

⭐️☀︎ Charlie can be a little bit overwhelming at times but her happiness is suppeerrr contagious

⭐️☀︎ The best way to spend time and bond with her?? Literally just offer to do anything with her and she’ll do it, I don’t think she’s too picky

⭐️☀︎ Learnt some Spanish from Vaggie and tries to use it with her to be all romantic but her pronunciations are fucked up (She’s trying her hardest guys okay 😞🙏)

⭐️☀︎ Totally asked Vaggie one time as a pick up line if she fell from heaven and she broke out into a sweat (poor girl)

⭐️☀︎ Primary love language is words of affirmation. quality time is somewhere up there too though

⭐️☀︎ Will break out into song a lot and it’s kinda funny to watch

‧₊˚✧ Niffty ✧˚₊‧

🧼𐙚 Acts a lot like a hyperactive toddler on crack. Has zero chill and it’s pretty rare to see her actually calm

🧼𐙚 I think Niffty lowkey has stage freight, like we all see how she just automatically freezes up when a camera is on (I mean it’s happened twice in the show already)

🧼𐙚 Takes a lot after Alastor, sees him as some sort of older brother figure as well 😞🩵

🧼𐙚 When playing UNO, she’d fucking EAT the cards so she’d win. Deadass just nom nom nom that shit

🧼𐙚 She’s a big giggler, she’ll laugh and giggle at almost everything so it’s not hard to get her to do so

🧼𐙚 She’d probably really enjoy it if you let her just sit with you for a while and braid your hair (But she’d steal some for her “collection” in the process)

🧼𐙚 I’m actually not too sure what Nifftys love language would even be? Perhaps acts of service (she is a maid, after all)

🧼𐙚 Okay 99% sure this is actually canon but she’s a hardcore germophobe, can’t handle when things are cluttered or a mess.

🧼𐙚 Has a collection of cleaning supplies in her room

+ Bonus !!

‧₊˚✧ Vox ✧˚₊‧

📺☆ Whenever Vox is sleeping or thinking really hard about something, the voxtek symbol will bounce around on his screen like the DVD logo thing

📺☆ Not very big on pda, he has an image to uphold, after all. (But he would enjoy affection in private though)

📺☆ Not above watching you through whatever technology you have, he spies on you a lot 💀💀

📺☆ Also guys…… stop pretending Vox isn’t a whiny little bitch, because he is (trust me y’all, read some of @bigfatbimbo’s stuff)

𝐏𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐝𝐨 𝐧𝐨𝐭 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐳𝐞, 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐥𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧 ◟( ˃̶͈◡ ˂̶͈ )◞

ᯓ★ 𝐣𝐮𝐧𝐚𝐛𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐲

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fluentmoviequoter · 9 months ago

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Home to My Family

Amazing idea from @avada-kedavra-bitch-187!

Pairing: Tim Bradford x fem!wife!reader

Summary: After you give birth to twins, they're taken by a nurse for checkups. You soon realize that she's not a nurse, so Tim calls in reinforcements to save your children and catch their abductor.

Warnings: child abduction, r just gave birth but story begins post-labor, angst, happy ending with fluff

Word Count: 1.7k+ words

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“Congratulations,” the doctor says as your second baby is placed in your arms. “Two healthy babies.”

“They’re perfect,” you murmur, your eyes on the baby boy in your arms.

“A nurse will be in shortly to take them for full checkups,” someone informs you.

“How do you feel?” Tim asks.

You look away from your son and smile at the sight of Tim holding his daughter. She beat her brother into the world by nearly three minutes, and Tim has been enraptured with her since then.

“I’m okay,” you assure him. “We did good.”

Tim scoffs and lays his hand on your son’s back as he corrects, “We did great.”

“Hello, Bradfords,” a nurse greets with a knock on the open door. “I’m here to borrow these babies.”

You watch as Tim hands your daughter to the nurse to be placed in a bassinet before he turns to you to take your son. It makes you uncomfortable to hand them over so soon after giving birth, but the first checkup is necessary. Tim takes your hand and sits on the edge of your hospital bed to wait together.

“Did you call Angela?” you ask.

“Where are those pretty Bradford babies?” another nurse singsongs as she enters. “Checkup time!”

You furrow your brows, but Tim is on his feet before you can ask any questions. Tim is heartbreakingly familiar with the reality of evil in the world, and he realizes before you that something terrible has happened. As he races into the hall, fear settles over you as tears build in your eyes. If the real nurse is here now, who has your children? And where are they?

The nurse leaves to double-check that your babies weren’t transported by another nurse, and you’re left alone. After several minutes alone, scared, Tim returns and shakes his head. His jaw is clenched tightly, but you can tell he’s only a moment from breaking.

“I reported it to the department,” Tim says, his voice tight. “Angela’s on the way and I let her know too.”

You nod before you sit up carefully, wincing in pain as you swing your legs over the edge of the bed.

“Hey, hey, no,” Tim murmurs, rounding the foot of the bed. He lowers before you and lays his hands over your thighs. “You just gave birth; you need to rest.”

“I need to find them, Tim. We have to find them!” you exclaim through your cries.

“I know. We will, I promise we will.”

“But you don’t need my help.”

Tim smiles at your attitude, understandable anger building beneath your pain, fear, and tiredness.

“Your help isn’t the issue, it’s your health.”

“Timothy,” Angela greets. She walks to your side and hugs you tightly. “Tell me everything.”

You lie back carefully as Tim recounts the events of the past few minutes. Angela nods along, then looks around your room.

“They’re still in the hospital, I’d bet,” Tim concludes.

“Grey stationed officers at every opening to keep it that way,” Angela responds. “There’s plenty of hiding places in a hospital. But Tim…”

“I don’t know,” he answers. “I have no idea who would do this. I’ve put plenty of people away, called CPS hundreds of times, any of those people could have decided to return the favor.”

Lucy and Nolan knock on the open door, and Tim waves them in as Angela draws a diagram of the hospital on the whiteboard opposite you. Lucy walks directly to your side while Nolan stands beside the door to watch the hallway.

“What do you need?” Lucy asks softly.

“I don’t know,” you whisper, wiping a stray tear from your cheek. “Other than the obvious.”

“We’re going to find them. Half of the station is here for you.”

“There’s only one option that finishes this quickly,” Angela decides. “We split up and search every floor of this hospital.”

Tim looks to you rather than answering, and you promise, “I’m okay to be alone. I trust you, all of you, to find them and bring them back to me. Do whatever you have to do.”

“We will,” Tim promises. “Nolan, stay here, keep an eye on this hallway. Lucy, you’re with me.”

Lucy squeezes your hand kindly before she walks to Tim’s side. Nolan steps out of your room with them and closes the door. Completely alone, all you can do is wait.

“Hey,” Tim calls urgently. A male nurse spins and raises his hands in question. “Have you seen a nurse in pink scrubs with twins?”

“There’s lots of nurses, pink scrubs, and twins here, sir,” the man answers.

Tim takes a measured step toward him, and the man steps back urgently, bumping into the desk behind him.

“Do you want to be charged with aiding and abetting a kidnapping?”

“Sir, if you’ve seen a woman in pink scrubs with two bassinets, you need to tell us now,” Angela interjects.

“I haven’t,” he answers quickly. “I swear I haven’t.”

Tim steps away from the scared nurse and sighs.

“This floor is clear, no sign of them,” Angela reports.

Tim’s phone buzzes in his pocket, and he retrieves it without looking away from the empty hallway.

“I remember when I wasn’t allowed to look at my phone on duty,” Lucy muses.

“Your children hadn’t been abducted,” Tim snaps. He reads a message, furrows his brows, and then says, “Angela.”

Angela knows that Tim using her first name isn’t a good sign, and she's proven right when he passes his phone over. “Where is this?”

“I can’t tell. The message seems familiar,” Tim replies.

Angela zooms in on the picture while Tim repeats the message to himself. Lucy moves beside Angela and looks at the picture, pointing to any discernable items in the background. The image shows your son in the bassinet front and center, and while it’s clear that they’re still in the sterile, white hospital, it’s unclear where.

“Supply closet,” Angela realizes just as Tim says, “Keiran Tumble.”

“The counterfeiter?” Lucy asks. “What’s his problem with you?”

“I arrested him, but I’m also why he lost visitation rights for his kids. They were in the warehouse with the printing fumes. He hasn’t been out of prison long.”

“Prison for counterfeiting?”

“Federal prison. The Reserve pressed additional charges. When he got out, he got served with the papers about his kids.”

“Wait,” Angela interrupts. “You said it was a female nurse.”

“Keiran’s girlfriend,” Tim guesses. “I didn’t see her, she wasn’t there when we raided his operation, but I’ve heard plenty about her.”

“Me too. Tim, she’s suspected of at least three murders. This isn’t a manhunt; we have to find her without risking your kids.”

“ Supply closet?” Tim repeats. “Let’s find the right one, and then we move in. She makes one move toward them, and you drop her.”

“Tim, maybe you should sit this one out,” Lucy suggests.

“No,” Angela answers. “If this were Jack, I’d want to be right there when we found him. Look that monster in the face and remind her that at the end of every day, I go home to my family.”

“I’m more use here, Chen,” Tim assures. “How’s Nolan?”

“He said everything’s clear there. Only a few nurses through since we left.”

Tim nods, but Angela purses her lips in thought.

“What?” Tim inquires.

“Isn’t your room across from a supply area? Wouldn’t someone have needed something by now?” she asks.

“No one saw them because they didn’t go far,” Lucy realizes.

“Let’s go!” Angela exclaims.

Fiddling with the blanket over your legs, you think about what you will do when you get your babies back. Kiss them, apologize even though they won’t know what’s happening, and then beg Tim to take you home. You refuse to think about any alternative.

“Yep,” Nolan says on the other side of your door. “All clear here, too. Good luck.”

“C’mon, Tim,” you whisper.

You trust him more than anything, but right now, your fear threatens to override all of your rational thoughts.

Suddenly, a single gunshot sounds. Immediately after, you hear screams and loud promises that everything is alright and everyone is safe. You, however, refuse to believe it until you see your husband and children. Frozen in uncertainty and fear, you count your shallow breaths rather than running through possible scenarios.

Two firm knocks on your door are followed by Nolan smiling as he holds the door open. Tim steps in with both of your babies cradled in his arms and a relieved look. You release a shaky breath, then smile as tears roll over your cheeks.

“It’s over,” Angela promises as she hugs you. “We got her.”

Tim walks to the other side of your bed and carefully lowers the twins to your chest. They coo softly in their sleep, none the wiser about what they’ve been through. Holding them against you, you kiss their heads and whisper that you love them.

“Do you know what you need now?” Lucy asks.

“Get me out of here,” you beg, smiling.

“I’ll see what I can do,” she answers, leading Nolan out of the room.

“What happened?” you ask Tim.

“Do you remember Keiran Tumble?” You nod, and he places his arm around your shoulders as he continues, “He got out, mad about his arrest and losing his kids, and sent his girlfriend to make me feel some of the same pain. Or that’s the working theory.”

“It’s right,” Angela adds. “Only a criminal would be that stupid.”

"So, Nolan radioed an all-clear, got her guard down, and we went in. She shouldn't be out for a very long time."

You lay your head against Tim’s shoulder and say, “I love you.”

“Aw, I love you, too!” Angela jokes.

“If you weren’t our first choice for godmother, I’d kick you out,” Tim tells her.

“You love me.”

“Thank you,” you interject. “I’m glad you’re both here.”

“I’m going to go fill in Grey and then make sure your house is ready for an early return,” Angela says as she steps toward the door. “Need anything else?”

“You’ve done more than I can ever thank you for,” you answer. “I’ll call you later.”

“Like she won’t still be at the house when we get home,” Tim mumbles.

“Hey, I filled up your freezer with comfort food, be nice to me, Timothy.”

Alone with your babies, you smile as Tim extends his finger to your slowly waking son. You’ll never get tired of being with them, and there’s no one else you’d rather have by your side than Tim Bradford.

#tim bradford x reader #tim bradford x y/n #tim bradford x you #tim bradford the rookie #tim bradford imagine #tim bradford #the rookie x reader #the rookie abc #fem!reader #hanna writes✯

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mintyys-blog · 20 days ago

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Omni mark x reader house wife 💓💓💓 Let's say the reader was a bit of a delinquent, rebellious girl, but after Omni Mark met her, he knew there was no better way than to raise her as he filled her thoughts with motherhood, pregnancy, and becoming best housewife and the most beautiful mother with his Babys, Pleaseeeee 🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹 you are my fav Writer and writings always make my day better 💘💘💘

And please if you can do the same thing with the Vitrumate Mark if you can or with the Full Mask Mark. :3 💖💖💖

HIS LITTLE WIFE | omni mark x reader

INVINCIBLE MASTERLIST 2 | WARNINGS: smut, pregnancy, dubious consent/possessive dynamics, implied kidnapping, grooming.

You were hell on wheels, darling—

a bad habit in red lipstick, danger in denim and leather. Your presence didn’t just enter a room—it claimed it, carved your initials into the walls, and left the scent of trouble lingering like smoke.

Leather jacket zipped halfway over a crop top, thighs hugging the seat of your beat-up motorcycle like it was a throne. You didn’t walk—you strutted. Every movement said I dare you. Every look was a challenge. Eyeliner sharp enough to cut, rings on every finger, and that mouth? Sharp enough to shred pride, charm, or reputation without ever lifting a hand.

You weren’t the kind of girl people forgot.

The city knew your name. Not because you were on a billboard or an Instagram feed—but because wherever you went, something always happened. A fight in a bar. A set of tires screeching down a quiet street at midnight. A pretty boy sobbing on a curb because he thought he could tame you with flattery.

They learned fast: you didn’t do soft. You left bruises on hearts and lipstick on stolen beer bottles. You flipped off security cameras and taught your friends how to hotwire a car just for kicks.

You were chaos, but beautiful. Reckless, but free. You used to laugh at girls who planned their weddings. Used to snort when someone said “biological clock.” The idea of being someone’s housewife? It made your skin crawl. You said the word like it was a disease. Like you’d rather dig your grave with your own chipped nails than cook dinner for a man who thought owning a ring meant owning you.

You made it very clear.

“I’ll never settle down,” you told your friends one night, parked at your usual dive, high heels kicked off beneath the bar and boots up on the stool like you owned the joint. The neon light painted your smirk in hues of sin, cigarette tucked behind your ear like punctuation.

“All these guys,” you scoffed, tilting your drink, “trying to play me into being their little wifey? Like, ‘oh baby, I’ll take care of you’—please. I’ll take care of myself. I’d rather burn my own house down than let some guy build a prison around me and call it ‘home.’”

The girls laughed. They knew you.

They’d heard you drag some poor guy down the block just for touching your waist without asking. They remembered the time you broke someone’s nose because he called you a “crazy chick.” And yet— “Unless,” you added, voice dropping, almost thoughtful.

You swirled your drink.

“Unless he’s the one. The right one. The kind of man who could pin me down without breaking me.”

That earned another round of laughter, half-wicked, half-hopeful. You all had your wounds. Your war stories. But no one, not one, doubted your conviction.

You meant it. With all your soul. No man could tame you. No man could own you.

You’d have to be dragged, kicking and screaming, into a dress and a white picket fence. It’d take a god to even try.

And then— The sky split open. And you met him.

It was late when it happened. City lights bleeding into the sky like neon veins, your boots scuffing the pavement with that easy, dangerous rhythm that said you didn’t care who was watching.

You were walking home from a party you didn’t stay long at. It was boring. The guys were forgettable, and the drinks were weak. You needed adrenaline—something real. Something that would make your heart race again.

That’s when you felt it. A shift. Not in the air. Not in the wind. In everything.

You stopped on the sidewalk, brows knitting. The street around you was still buzzing with life—cars passing, music thumping faintly from some rooftop bar. And then you saw him. Him.

Suspended in the sky above the buildings, like a bloodstain in the clouds. Red cape billowing. Muscles carved from war. Eyes burning.

Omni-Man— no, omnivincible. He wasn’t a hero now. He wasn’t even a man. He was a god who had fallen—and decided to drag the world down with him.

You’d seen him on the news. Watched him rip through people like they were paper, demolish entire teams like they were annoyances. He used to save lives. Now he just… chose.

Chose who got to live. Chose what cities burned. Your mouth went dry. “The hell is he doing here…?” you whispered.

You were still staring when a voice interrupted. “Hey, sweetheart. You lookin’ for a ride home?”

You blinked. Some sleaze from the bar earlier. He was grinning like he hadn’t just watched you roll your eyes at him hours ago. Blocking your path.

“Back off,” you said, tone flat, uninterested.

He didn’t. Of course he didn’t. “C’mon, don’t be like that. You looked lonely back there. Figured you might want some company—”

CRACK.

The sky screamed.

A sonic boom ruptured through the air so violently, the glass of nearby storefronts shattered—windows cracking into spiderwebs as car alarms shrieked and bystanders hit the ground with screams.

You ducked instinctively—but something told you not to run. Something ancient and primal in your blood said stay still.

Because he was already here. Standing in front of you. Where the creep had been—he was gone. Just gone. No scream, no warning. Just… vanished. And in his place stood him.

Tall. Silent. The wind howled around him, tugging his cape like it was bowing to him. His head turned. Slowly. Like a predator tasting the air. His eyes met yours. Or more like his goggles, black and soulless. Not glowing. Not monstrous. Just unblinking. Calm. Calculating.

And you—girl who feared no one—felt your pulse stutter. You took one step back. Then another. “I know you,” you said, voice low, guarded.

“You should,” he replied. His voice was deep. Smooth. Like stone cracking beneath velvet.

You swallowed, resisting the urge to look away.

“You’re Omni-vincible. Or… you were.” He smiled, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “I still am,” he said. “I’ve just stopped pretending.”

Another step back. You didn’t run. You were too smart for that. But every instinct screamed: He’s not here for someone else. He’s here for you. “Why… why did you stop him?” you asked, meaning the creep. “What do you want?”

He tilted his head slightly, like the question amused him. Or confused him. “I don’t like men touching what’s mine.”

You froze. “…Yours?”

“You’ve caught my eye,” he said simply. Like that explained everything. Like it was final. You didn’t know what to say. What to do. So you did the only thing that made sense. You ran.

But even as your feet pounded the pavement, even as the adrenaline hit and your brain screamed get away—you knew it didn’t matter.

Because if a god decided you were his? Running was just part of the game.

You ran.

Boots slamming against pavement, lungs burning with the sting of cold night air. You didn’t look back—not once. You couldn’t. Not when your body was still processing the way he looked at you. Not when you were trying to pretend that heat hadn’t crawled down your spine when he called you his.

But behind you—up in the sky above shattered glass and flickering streetlights—he didn’t chase.

He watched.

Arms crossing over his chest, cape fluttering with the wind of his own destruction.

And he smiled.

“I always did like a bit of a challenge,” he murmured, mostly to himself. Like this was a game he’d already won—he just hadn’t played the last few moves yet.

TIME SKIP…

The apartment was quiet.

Not the silence of emptiness—but the hush of completion. Curtains swayed gently in the breeze. Sunlight painted golden lines across the bedroom floor, and the distant sound of city life filtered in from beyond the balcony.

But in here?

There was only the sound of him—his low, steady breaths behind you, and your own sighs as you rolled your hips back into him.

“Mark…” you whispered, voice breathy, already hazy. His hands were firm on your hips, guiding you, owning your rhythm without rushing it.

“You’re so perfect like this,” he murmured against your neck, lips brushing the skin reverently. His voice was low, roughened with pleasure. “My wife…”

You shuddered when he said it. That word.

Wife.

Two years ago, it would’ve made you laugh—scoff—fight.

Now it made your chest flutter and your thighs tighten around him.

You arched your back just to feel him groan again, his breath hot against your shoulder as his hands traveled to your waist, thumbs caressing the soft curve of your belly.

“Perfect,” he said again, slower this time. Like he wasn’t just praising your body, but what you were to him now. What you’d become.

His dream. His victory. The one woman in the universe wild enough to catch his eye—and soft enough now to carry his name, his mark, his legacy.

You could still remember what you used to be—sharp-tongued and storm-hearted. You still had that fire, somewhere. But here, with him? It burned for him.

His hands moved with reverence, one sneaking between your thighs, the other gripping your breast like he needed the anchor. His mouth was at your ear now, his words sweet and cruel all at once. “You’re everything I wanted. You know that?”

You moaned, unable to answer—because you did know. He’d told you every day since he claimed you. Since he’d broken down your defenses with patience and power and praise.

You were his queen now—but in his image. A wife who served him her body and her loyalty, who wore sundresses instead of leather, who cooed at baby names instead of cursing at cops. And you loved it. God help you, you loved it.

He kissed your neck again, slower this time. “Might keep you pregnant, sweetheart. Just like this. Round and glowing, full of my babies, always so soft for me…”

Your breath hitched—half a moan, half a gasp. And he chuckled darkly, pulling you back into him harder. Claiming you all over again.

Your body rocked against his, a slow grind that had nothing to do with teasing and everything to do with communion. You moved like you knew exactly what he liked—because you did. Two years of learning each other’s bodies, two years of nights like this where words faded and all that was left was the truth of touch.

Mark groaned, his hands tightening at your waist.

“You feel that?” he breathed against your shoulder, voice deep, rough with restrained need. “The way your body holds me? Like it was made for me, sweetheart.”

You whined, rolling your hips again, letting the drag of his cock fill you just right. Not fast, not desperate—intentional. You were in no hurry. Not anymore. You belonged to him, and this rhythm? It was your worship.

“You’re mine,” he murmured, kissing the curve of your neck. “Every inch. Every breath. This body, this heart—it’s all mine now, isn’t it?”

You nodded, voice caught somewhere between a gasp and a moan. “Y-Yeah… it’s yours, Mark. All yours.”

He growled, low and pleased, his grip tightening. His thrusts grew deeper—still slow, but heavier now, claiming you with each movement like he was trying to imprint himself inside you all over again.

“You were so wild back then,” he rasped. “So angry. So sure no man could ever own you.”

His hand slid up to your throat—not tight, not choking—just holding, a reminder.

“And now look at you… riding your husband like a good girl. Moaning for me. Begging for more.”

You whimpered, head falling back against his shoulder as he fucked up into you, the bed creaking under the weight of his strength and your surrender. One hand still at your throat, the other slid down, fingers pressing between your legs, circling that sensitive spot he knew too damn well.

“Mark—!”

He chuckled darkly, lips brushing your ear.

“Gonna make you cum like this,” he whispered. “Nice and slow. Let you milk me like a good little wife… my perfect girl…” And when it hit you—when your body clamped around him and your back arched and your voice broke into his name—it wasn’t just an orgasm. It was the echo of everything he’d built in you. The rebel, turned lover. The wild girl, turned his.

Your body trembled with aftershocks, skin slick with heat and pleasure as you collapsed back against him—chest rising and falling, your breath still catching around his name.

Mark didn’t move right away.

He just held you there, buried deep inside, one arm wrapped tight around your middle, the other sliding slowly, reverently, down to the small swell of your stomach.

His hand settled there.

Warm. Broad. Possessive.

You shivered—not from cold, but from the way he touched you. Like you were sacred. Like you were more than a wife, more than a woman. You were his legacy in motion. His future.

His home.

“You feel that?” he whispered against your neck, his breath making your skin prickle.

You hummed, dazed. “Mhm…”

“Our baby’s in there.”

You let out a soft sound—half sigh, half sob. His palm rubbed gentle circles against the faint bump, the early sign of what was growing. What he’d put there.

“You’re so beautiful like this,” he murmured, pressing a kiss just beneath your jaw. “So full. So mine.”

You melted into him, head resting on his shoulder, the strong cage of his arms holding you together as you breathed him in.

Mark exhaled slowly, the weight of you—you carrying his child—making his heartbeat slow with something dangerously close to peace.

“Never thought I’d want this,” you murmured, eyes fluttering shut. He chuckled softly.

“No,” he said, voice velvet-smooth. “But I did.” He leaned forward, lips brushing the back of your shoulder. “I knew the moment I saw you—out there, all fire and fury—that I’d put a baby in you someday.”

You whimpered softly, and he smiled. “Now look at you. Soft. Glowing. Mine.”

You nodded sleepily, letting him guide you down gently onto the bed, still keeping one hand over your stomach. His other hand caressed your hip as he spooned against your back, every inch of him curved around you like armor. Safe. Heavy. Permanent.

“Get some rest,” he murmured, brushing your hair away from your face. “I’ll take care of everything.”

The morning sun spilled through the tall windows, drenching the kitchen in gold.

You stood at the stove, barefoot, hair tied up in a loose knot. One of Mark’s shirts hung off your shoulders—soft cotton swallowing your frame, sleeves pushed up past your elbows, hem barely covering the swell of your hips.

The fabric stretched gently around your belly. It wasn’t small anymore.

You were showing now.

And you swore Mark loved you more with every inch that grew.

Bacon sizzled on the pan. You flipped it with one hand, the other absentmindedly rubbing your belly as you hummed. The house was quiet, warm, filled with the smell of fresh toast and eggs and the promise of another perfect day.

You’d never imagined this—never saw yourself in a kitchen like some suburban dream, barefoot and pregnant and humming over breakfast.

But now? Now it felt right.

Because this was for him. For your husband. For the god who chose you.

And you were happy.

Until you felt it—that shift in the air. The soundless presence that meant he was near. You didn’t need to turn around to know.

He was watching you.

“Smells good,” Mark said, voice deep and rich as he stepped into the kitchen. You could feel his gaze all over you. “But not as good as you.”

You turned your head just slightly, smirking. “You mean your shirt smells good?”

“I mean you, carrying my child, standing there looking like every fantasy I’ve ever had.”

You rolled your eyes, cheeks heating as he moved closer.

He didn’t stop at just holding you.

He never did.

One strong arm wrapped around your waist from behind, the other hand sliding up your thigh, under the hem of his shirt—your shirt now. His palm flattened across the curve of your stomach, warm and possessive.

“I should let you cook,” he murmured against your neck, lips brushing your skin like a secret. “But it’s hard. Watching you like this. Looking so soft. So mine.”

You bit your lip, flipping the burner off.

“Breakfast’s not going anywhere,” you whispered.

His hand moved higher, cupping your breast—heavier now, full from the pregnancy. You gasped, arching into his touch as he grinned against your neck.

“Neither are you.”

His other hand slipped lower, beneath the swell of your belly, fingers brushing where he knew you were already getting wet from his voice alone.

“Mark…”

“You’re everything I wanted,” he murmured, guiding you to lean against the counter, his body pressing against your back, caging you in. “The perfect wife. And still so ready for me, even like this…”

You whimpered when he teased you through your underwear, the heat of his touch sparking through your limbs like lightning. “I can’t help it,” he whispered, voice reverent and hungry. “Even when you’re already full, I still want you.” Still his. Always his.

#x reader #reader insert #x female reader #omni mark x you #omni mark smut #omni mark x reader #omni mark #mark grayson smut #mark grayson x reader

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irisintheafterglow · 2 years ago

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uno wild card: stop writing for coparenting!megumi with satoru or draw 25

me, with 95 cards already in my hand:

also cw this is angst/comfort 'cause apparently i'm in the mood for pain

"shh, shh, baby. you're okay. i'm right here. you're okay." his breath is still rapidly uneven, chest heaving while you hold him in your lap on his mattress. "megs, you need to breathe. you're okay. i've got you." it wasn't often that megumi had nightmares; but, every few months, something triggered in his mind and had him seeing monsters that weren't real. as if by instinct, you felt that something was off tonight. there wasn't any time for explanation as you peeled satoru's arms from your torso, just a hyperfocus on the panicked child in the next room over.

"i don't-i don't-" his voice breaks into strangled cries and his little fingers grip tighter on your clothes, one of satoru's old pajama shirts. fat drops run down his cheeks, eyes irritated and red. you continue to hush the boy, gently running your fingers through his hair as his tears soak through the fabric of your top.

"they won't get you, megs. i promise," you whisper into his temple, pressing your lips tenderly to his forehead. "you're okay." his chokes for air have decreased slightly, but he's still trembling like you'd just pulled him from a frozen-over lake.

"where's satoru?" you sigh, chest aching at the implications of those two words. it wasn't that megumi didn't want you there. whatever woke him up must have distressed him so much that he was actually acknowledging your boyfriend. it broke your heart into a few more pieces.

"next door, fast asleep. do you want me to go get him?" he immediately tenses against you, wrapping his arms around your neck so you couldn't get up. "megs?"

"please don't leave me," he pleads. his voice is small and riddled with fear. you nod, slipping one arm under his tiny legs so that he's hanging on you like a monkey.

"can i bring you to our bed? is that okay?"

"mhmm," he hums exhaustedly into your shoulder. his breaths have evened out to a relatively calm rhythm, but he still holds on to you like you'd launch into the stratosphere if he let go. pulling back the covers with one hand, you gently set the boy down next to satoru, who sleepily blinks open a curious blue eye.

"and where might you be going?" he quietly asks in the darkness of the room, propped on an elbow as you make to go back to megumi's bed. megumi was already fast asleep, curled into himself with satoru's hand protectively on his head.

"i'll be right back; i'm gonna go grab his wolf."

"come back quickly. i miss you," he yawns and you can tell it's taking a lot out of him to not fall back asleep. still, his constant need for your presence has you chuckling under your breath.

"i've been awake for five minutes, love."

"five minutes too long, so hurry up." it's barely twenty seconds that you're gone, picking up megumi's favorite stuffie and crawling back under the blankets with your boys. his arms unconsciously wrap around the wolf and he sighs deeply in contentment. despite the calm, your chest still felt like it was aching for the boy and it was almost too much. it almost is, until satoru's hand reaches out to brush your cheek with his knuckles. "hey, beautiful."

"hi, handsome. you okay?"

"i'm great, albeit a little sleepy," he drawls, glancing down at the snoring kid between your bodies. "nightmare?" you hum in assent, pulling megumi closer when he flips over to hug you. satoru takes his chance and tugs both of you into him until his arms stretched over both you and megumi. "he say what it was about?"

"he didn't, though it must have been pretty bad since he was asking for you," you reply. you expect a lightheartedly indignant protest, but all you're met with is a deep, deep frown. "why the face?"

"poor kid shouldn't be having nightmares so bad that he forgets he hates me." you scoff, careful not to wake the kid. your kid.

"he doesn't hate you, satoru."

"okay," he concedes, "'mildly dislikes' for the sake of comedy."

"there you go," you smile at him and he gazes lovingly back at you.

"you know, i really didn't plan for you to be part of this mentorship equation," he confesses and your eyebrow raises in question of his point. "but," he continues, pressing a kiss to your nose. "i'm so glad you're in it."

"i love you, satoru."

"you promise?"

"on the moon and the stars."

#gojo x you #gojo x reader #gojo x y/n #satoru gojo x you #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo x y/n #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru x y/n #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk angst/comfort

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bubbbii · 3 months ago

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Mr. Cocky

title : Mr. Cocky

pairing : Jungkook x Reader

genre : Jungkook smut, BTS smut, kpop smut, dirty content

warnings : spanking, degrading, spitting, hair - pulling, name calling, doggystyle, missionary, choking, multiple orgasms, teasing, 21+ content

Summary :

“Let’s see how long you last .. until i fuck the cockiness outta you��

[Requested]

!PURELY FICTION! !NOT REAL!

do not steal story or idea without permission thank uu :)

Legoo

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“And one good reason you don’t think he’s gonna invite us” “He knows i hate him, he knows you hate him. And i don’t care if we have connections with Hoseok and Yoongi, the shit isn’t happening” Momo sighed, rolling her eyes as we got out my car to walk into the university. “You never know-“ “Momo” Momo nodded, keeping her mouth shut as we walked.

“You have a crush on Hoseok don’t you” “YES! I DO! He’s just so hot with everything he does and then - he just smells so good-“ “Oh thank you i know i smell good” We looked up to see Jungkook with that cocky smirk of his, along side Hoseok and his friend Taehyung. I rolled my eyes, knowing what’s to come. “H-Hey, Mr Jeon” I gave Momo the craziest look on earth, hitting her arm as she looked at me shocked.

“Since when !?” “You see how empowering he is?” “He can’t even spell empowering” I snapped back, looking at the 3 as i crossed my arms. “What do you want?” Jungkook looked at me up and down, that smirk not leaving his face as he took a step closer. “I’m hosting something tonight, be there. My house” I raised an eyebrow, feeling Momo’s excitement behind me.

“Oh we’re invited!” “Who he demanding?” “We just wanted you guys to tag along! You guys seem very nice people” Taehyung spoke up, smiling shyly. I winked at the boy, making his cheeks turn into a blush red and saw Jungkook’s smirk fall off. “I guess, we’ll be there. You not making nobody pay is you?” “Oh no maam” I smirked, looking at Taehyung. “Good, thank you for that” Taehyung’s cheeks became a blood red at my calming voice.

Which sent Jungkook over the edge.

“STOP” We all looked at him, seeing him huff and roll his eyes. “Tired of this shit, gahdamnit. Be there. 7 pm” “Where’s your class beautiful?” Momo followed Hoseok, going inside the building. “Taehyung move” Taehyung quickly followed the duo inside and it was just me and him. “What?” “You .. the fuck was that?” “The fuck was what? I do what the hell i want” “That’s my friend damnit!” I smirked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh? .. And since when you were in control of me? Look,” I started as i got closer to him. “You’re not as cool as you think. And don’t think i don’t know what you want, what you crave, what you desire. But baby i can let you know now? I’m the last person you should be demanding anything to” I whispered, looking him up and down before nudging the shoulder, leaving him there.

I went inside , seeing the the three at Momo’s locker and went towards them. “C-Can we go!?” I looked at the two men, sighing and looked at my excited best friend. “Alright, we’ll be there” Momo cheered, hugging me with excitement. “We’re gonna have so much fun i just know it!” “Mhm, and you?” I pointed at the two men. “Don’t think i trust you either” I finished, before pushing aside them and went towards my class . And i meant that.

6:30 pm.

Author POV

“Y/N COME ON ITS 6:30!” Y/N fluffed her hair, looking at herself one more time before smirking at herself. “Lookin good girl, lookin good” Y/N whispered to herself before spraying her perfume on and grabbed her purse before going down to meet her friend. “Oh my goodness, you look gorgeous!” Y/N smiled brightly, going towards Momo. “You and me both ok!? Someone’s tryna shoot their shot huh” “You know it, it’s been too long, and we’re fina graduate. I need to do something” “Well you’re definitely the catch, you wore those heels huh?” “Just for him” They laughed, getting their stuff together.

Soon Y/N’a phone started ringing, catching both of women’s attention and Y/N looked down to see Yoongi’s contact. “Oh it’s Yoongi” Y/N answered it, seeing his face pop up. “Yoongles, wassup” “Ya’ll got invited it looks like” “We sure did and guess who’s shooting their shot” Momo popped up, seeing Yoongi roll her eyes at the comment having them laugh. “Oh brother don’t even bother, ya’ll both on the same page with that one” Momo’s eyes widened, looking at the two of them and soon began to scream around the house.

“Done got her started” The two chuckled as Y/N leaned against the kitchen island. “That’s not why i called you … who gave you the invite?” “You know who, and I only agreed because Momo really wanted to go … and plus Hoseok, so” Yoongi hummed. “You know I came here to be messenger, for Jungkook” Y/N rolled her eyes, sighing heavily as she had a gut feeling.

“I don’t care” “but he does, it’s bothering him! And it’s bothering you too” “how do you know that?” “Because I know my best friend? And I know when something is bothering her” Y/N sighed again, rolling her eyes as she heard Yoongi sigh over the phone. “Don’t make this harder than it needs to be for me. You know why he invited you guys especially you. He wants to see you” “Ok i’m only doing this because of Momo if Momo didn’t have that dumb crush on Hoseok i would not been going Yoongi!” “And I understand that, but see the bigger perspective ok? He’s expecting you, try to see past the cockiness and i’ll be there when you need me”

Y/N sighed again, humming in agreement. “Alright” “thank you, i’ll see you alright?” Y/N hummed in agreement and hung up, sighing heavily as she called Momo to the kitchen. “I might’ve … eavesdropped?” The two chuckled at Momo’s saying. “But I agree with Yoongles, the bigger picture gives you more opportunities, alright?” Y/N nodded, smiling before the two grabbed their belongings and went out to the car to drive off to the party.

Time Skip.

“Wow … he’s filthy rich” The two looked at the huge house that the huge crowd was going towards to fill. Y/N closed her door, walking towards the sidewalk and Momo linked her arm with her’s. “You ready?” “I’m nervous, you think I look ok?” “You’re beautiful” Y/N responded as they made their way towards the front door. The house was filled. Namjoon on the island making drinks, music blasting, Y/N can say .. he threw a helluva party.

“Oh! Looks who’s coming!” Y/N looked to her left to see Hoseok and Taehyung coming towards them. “Ladies! Looking gorgeous tonight” “Thank you gentlemen! Where’s Yoongi?” “Here” Y/N looked behind her to see Yoongi smiling at them. “Someone’s dressing like it’s a fashion show” “You know why! You see all these girls in here?” “Well they ain’t nothing compared to what you have on. You look pretty” “Pretty you are” Hoseok followed after Y/N, taking Momo’s hand and Momo immediately looked at her for approval.

“You know what happens if any shit goes down” Momo squealed in excitement at Y/N’s saying towards Hoseok and the two left the trio. “Now you, are off the charts, this jumpsuit really fits your curves” “thank you, I did a little sum now seeing everyone else in here. Jungkook really loves black” “Why you think all of us have on black?” They laughed at Yoonig’s comment. “No seriously, you look very beautiful” Y/N’s cheeks rushed red, thanking him for the compliment. But Yoongi nudged Taehyung by the foot, locking eyes with the man as Y/N drunk a drink she had.

Yoongi knew what Taehyung was doing, and he wasn’t having it. “You wanna go get a drink with me?” “Taehyung don’t you have someone waiting for you?” “No? I was just tryna take Y/N to get a drink-“ “I’ll take Y/N to get a drink, thank you” Jungkook popped up, eyeing Taehyung and locked eyes with Y/N. “You came huh?” “I’m not here for you and that cocky shit Jungkook i didn’t even come for your ass” Y/N snapped, walking to leave but Jungkook got her arm to pull her back.

“I was playing with you, don’t argue with me tonight alright?” Jungkook whispered softly in her ear, having Y/N shudder at the deep voice filling her ears. Y/N hummed, slowly walking away with Jungkook behind her. “You better stop that shit Jungkook is not afraid to fuck you up” Yoongi said towards Taehyung, walking away from the man.

“Well hello you two, what can i get ya’ll?” “Margarita’s please” Jungkook answered Namjoon and he went to fix the drinks. “You’re a W wingwoman huh” “The only one, look at her, just giggly” The two looked at Momo and Hoseok laughing at each other. “Can’t say the same for her” Jungkook said, looking at Y/N as she made eye contact. “Aww, you was looking for me?” “Ok you didn’t have to put it like that” “Oh so you weren’t?” Jungkook sighed, running his hand through his hair.

“Y/N you left your phone” Y/N looked up to see Taehyung having her phone in her hand. “Oh thank you” Y/N grabbed it, the two making eye contact which sent Jungkook’s blood boiling. “Give the phone to her” Yoongi popped up behind Taehyung, Y/N having her phone in her hand finally. “You always ruining my shot man what’s going on with you?” “Because it’s not your shot to shoot” Jungkook jumped in, getting up meeting taehyung eye to eye.

And hell broke lose.

The two boys was going back and forth, and Y/N and Yoongi made eye contact with Yoongi communicating with her with his eyes. Y/N caught on and made the decision on her own to grab Jungkook’s arm, nudging him which made him stop. He looked at Y/N, reading her eyes and he sighed, rolling his eyes and went back to Taehyung. “You’re no good for her, if anything i’ll take care of her more than you can” “But I bet you don’t know the meaning of her tattoo on her left wrist” Y/N’s eyes widened, standing up as Jungkook slowly turned around, locking eyes with the wet-eyed woman.

“Her and her father got matching tats before he passed away from a sickness” Jungkook softly finished, raising his hand to softly wipe the tear that fell down her cheek. Jungkook looked back at Taehyung’s defeated expression. “There’s a lot of shit you don’t know about this woman and you sit here up in my face and tell me YOU can treat her better than I CAN?!” Jungkook yelled at him, then looked back at Y/N’s shocked expression. “I’ve been wanting to do that since i laid eyes on her” Jungkook whispered before giving Taehyung a death stare and pushed passed him and everyone else.

All eyes were on Y/N.

Y/N locked eyes with Yoongi with teary eyes and Yoongi sighed softly, going towards her. “You got it” Yoongi whispered, reassuring her before Y/N pushed pass the crowd to find Jungkook. She went down the hallway to see him taking his time walking towards a door that was in front. “JUNGKOOK!” Jungkook turned around, seeing Y/N at the end of the large hallway in the house.

“Kook…” Y/N called out softly, seeing Jungkook turning around fully to face her. “Guess I know more about you than what I believed” A tear rolled down her cheek, the two walking towards each other with such craving between the pair. “How?” “I did my research, you’re right .. i’m not as cool, as i think i am. But you know where you’re wrong?” Jungkook answered, coming closer to Y/N.

“You don’t know, what i desire, what i crave .. because who would’ve known it was you?” Y/N’s heart beat raced itself, locking eyes with the hungry ones. “What-“ “Believe me, when I say you’re the only one who’s willing to fuck the cockiness outta me. And you know i’ll let you” Y/N’s heart was about to jump out its chest. She couldn’t take anymore teasing.

“How I know you’re deadass?” Jungkook scoffed, that cocky smirk soon forming. “You think I won’t shut this whole thing just to have us two by ourselves and let the whole house hear how good I’m fucking you?” Her breath hitched, looking away as Jungkook’s chuckle filled the empty hallway. “I wouldn’t mind .. specially feeing the anger pent up in you seeing what you’re friend was tryna get into” Jungkook’s smirk fell at the memory, Y/N coming closer to him feeling the warmth.

“You enjoyed that huh?” “I enjoyed seeing your jealousy come through. I knew you had a luh thing for me” Jungkook smacked his lips, Y/N the one chuckling now at her behavior. “But he can’t compare to you … you know that” Y/N’s voice softened, the two locking eyes before Jungkook smashed his lips on hers, bringing her closer as Y/N wrapped her arms around his neck. “Fuck I can’t wait, I can’t-“ “Y/N! Can I talk to you for a minute?!” Jungkook already knew the voice, and grabbed Y/N by her hand and dragged her out the hallway making the woman chuckle as she knew why.

“Oh i love this side” “Yea you might just get this more often keep trying” Jungkook answered, connecting their lips again as he picked her up. He closed the bedroom door with his foot and walked towards his bed, laying her on it gently. “Feel that hard cock?” Jungkook whispered in her ear, grinding the aching bulge against her aching hood which caused her to moan inside her mouth. “Mmh fuck, daddy” “Oh i like that” Jungkook applied pressure, allowing the noises to come out her mouth.

“Fuck!” “Ooh good girl, i hear you” Jungkook stripped the both of them, kissing her smooth feeling skin from the top all the way to the bottom. He soon stopped to her hood, looking up at her. “Jungkook please .. no teasing please-“ “Who’s Jungkook?” Y/N huffed in annoyance. “Daddy .. please?” Jungkook pulled her closer to him, kissing up her thighs before stopping to her aching hood.

“Oh I’m gonna enjoy this” Jungkook wasted no time to dig his head inside, eating her out like a wild animal as he sucked up every juice, every drop there was making Y/N go wild. “Oo-Oh my, fuck! Fuck just like that, just like that daddy shit!” “Let them fucking hear you” Jungkook aggressed, lapping his tongue all over her folds making Y/N moan freely. “I-I can’t fucking think .. fuck! It feels so g-good! Daddy!” Jungkook was motivated to keep going with his movements, digging his tongue inside hitting all the spots Y/N didn’t know she had.

Had to be the best decision Y/N’s ever made.

“Fuuuckk i’m so close to, im so close shit i’m gonna cum, I wanna c-cum” “You wanna cum for me baby? You wanna cum for daddy let them hear you princess, you got it” Y/N’s head threw back, the pressure building up in the pit of her stomach before releasing on his face. Pleasure heated up in her body, releasing everything on the man’s face. “Ohh good girl , that’s my good girl” Jungkook praised, licking every drop before hovering over her and connected their lips.

“Taste yourself?” “Taste pretty good if you ask me” “Not too much, it’s mine” the couple chuckled, turning her over as her back arched naturally. “My pretty girl , doing so good for me hm?” Jungkook spanked her, making Y/N jolt at the movement, moaning at the kink that was fulfilled to her. “You l-listen .. i want you to remember every single moment you allowed y-yourself to get beside you hear? Fuck every ounce of ‘Cocky’ you got in you because i’m t-tired. You understand?” Jungkook felt every word, the strength rising in his body.

And Jungkook was waiting for this exact moment.

“Yes maam” Jungkook wasted no time, snapping his hips into her and began to fuck her senseless into the mattress. Y/N was speechless. “Don’t got no words h-huh? You asked for this shit” Y/N moaned her ass off. her eyes disappearing in her eye sockets, lower lip bruised and probably bleeding from biting so much. She was already out of it. “F-FUCK! I kn-know I did, didn’t think you had it in y-you - SHIT! Fuck me like that please!” “Oh you got jokes huh? You got f-fucking jokes I got something for that” Jungkook’s pace increased, causing Y/N to grab anything that was near her and hold it tightly.

Y/N was playing with fire at this point.

“S-So what, if this is t-the result .. shit i’ll be a comedian - OH MY GOD!” “Yea turn around smartass” Jungkook turned her over, and fucked her missionary. “Legs higher” Y/N listened, sticking her legs up higher which caused Jungkook’s cock to go deeper into her. “Fuuckk daddy - right there! R-Right there I feel close. I feel cl-close!” Jungkook wrapped the tatted hand around her neck, creating eye contact. “I want you to remember this moment, you did this. You’re gonna squirt all over this fucking cock to make you remember how you - fuck - how you made me feel. You understand me?” “Ooh yes daddy. Make me cum please?” Jungkook’s pace quickened which took Y/N over the edge.

“I’m gonna cum, i’m gonna cum daddy please” “Cum for me babygirl you got it” Y/N then squirted all over Jungkook’s cock, causing Jungkook to chuckle at the action. “My good girl, that’s my good fucking girl huh? Keep going for me baby” Y/N didn’t stop cumming until after a while, breathing heavily as heat rushed over her body. “You forgot someone” Y/N sat up tiredly, going on her knees as she took Jungkook’s soaked cock and went all the way down.

Didn’t that catch Jungkook off guard.

“Oh shit - you went d-down like that? Fuck, I feel close already” Y/N smirked, lapping her tongue around the tip and moaned around him causing Jungkook to go crazy. “Fuck .. i’m gonna cum, Y/N” Y/N kept the vibrations up, deep throating him once more before feeling the ropes go down her throat. Y/N chuckled, swallowing him before slowly taking the now soft dick out.

The two breathed heavily, Y/N laying on her back as sweat covered the both of them. Jungkook cleansed themselves, getting on top of her. “Cmon now you too heavy for all of that” Y/N rasped, swallowing the spritz of spit she had in her throat left making Jungkook chuckle. “You felt that?” Y/N asked softly, looking at Jungkook who was on top of her, face inches away. “I did .. where does that leave us?” “You tell me” Y/N answered, smirking making Jungkook connect their lips, kissing a while before breaking apart. “Let me .. make this up to you, i’m not hiding behind someone no more” Jungkook rasped, the voice giving Y/N chills.

“Let me take you out, make you feel good, I’ll try my best to have a change of heart” Y/N smiled softly, humming to herself. “Well alright .. Mr Cocky”

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just saw your cheerleader x bhna boys and 🤯🤯 I LOVE ITT

could you do this but with musical theatre reader and maybe add shinso?? 💗🤗

⋆˚࿔ behind the spotlight

— includes : kirishima, kaminari, sero, & shinsou (in that order)

contains: mostly gn!reader but eiji and denki say girlfriend once, fluff, established relationship, babe and baby used

authors note: thank u for the request anon! i’ll take this as a sign to never exclude shinsou again lolol so i added a little extra for u shinsou fans

⋆˚࿔ e.kirishima

eijiro is your biggest fan, making you feel like a mainstream actor. when you tell him you landed the lead role in newest musical, he seemed to be more excited than you! “i know you could do it, you’re the best!”

eijiro acts like your manager—a super nice one of course—he helps you rehearse your lines and guides you through warming up your voice.

he comes to every rehearsal he can make it too. eijiro cheers for you and your peers. your peers actually love him, how could they not? stage crew like to use him to carry and lift things, he enjoys doing these things knowing they help you in the long run.

secretly memorizes all the songs (and learns the meaning behind each of them) you’re singing so he won’t only be watching but also understanding.

his favorite musical is legally blonde! he thinks it’s super fun and elle woods quickly becomes his new inspiration.

on opening night, he gives you a bouquet of flowers before you go and stage. even in a rush he can’t help but encourage you, “can’t wait to see you on stage baby, i’m so excited.”

he is cheesing in the front row seats, his eyes not leaving you for a single second. he’s the first one standing when the show is over, clapping as the curtains come to a close.

“you were so good!” he engulfs you in a bear hug and you laugh. he is also brought to tears when he sees your glowing face, you’re like a real-life star and he gets to live in your glory.

after another bouquet of flowers and a million praises, he finally takes you home.

for the next three week he’s singing non-stop, the songs from the musical stuck in his head.

⋆˚࿔ d.kaminari

denki doesn’t know much about musical theater but after watching your first performance he finds that it’s his new eye candy.

when you tell him you landed the lead role denki grins, “what do i always say? my girlfriend is crazy talented!” his arm is draped around your shoulder. he pulls you closer, leaning down to kiss your cheek, “you’re gonna do amazing, i know it.”

tries his best to help you rehearse but gets distracted. “wait so, she has a crush on her sister's husband? that’s fucked up man.” even with his confusion he still manages to be super into the drama of it all.

denki lets you practice your stage makeup on him and is actually excited when you ask him to. thought by the end of it, he’s unsure, “are my cheeks supposed to be that… pink?”

would lose his mind if you had to do an onstage kiss. “can’t you just high-five instead! i mean you don’t have to kiss!” he says while he crosses his arm, practically pouting.

his favorite musical is heathers, no explanation needed. spongebob is a close second.

has tried to help backstage once but accidentally bumped into a switch and caused a power outage. the stage crew has been a little more cautious around him after that.

arrived to your show right as it starts so he can’t see you face to face until after the show, he’s devastated about this.

runs backstage as soon as the curtains fall, screaming. “BABE! YOU DID GREAT OUT THERE!” crushing you in a hug. he pulls back to hand you some flowers, the bouquet looking a bit shabby because he got fidgety during the show. “you're a star, should sign with broadway.” he teases as he walks you out.

denki somehow convinced the other theater kids to have an after party. so you spend the night celebrating with your boyfriend who makes this accomplishment feel special.

he may have auditioned for the next show to surprise you but didn’t get the role so he never told you about it.

⋆˚࿔ h.sero

hanta acts chill, but in the inside, he is amazed on how you keep on becoming more and more perfect, “lead role? holy shit babe that’s huge!” he brings you close and ruffles your hair “looks like i got an actor on my hands now.” he teases.

hanta is an absolute sweetheart, but he’s no actor. “oh no, how could you do this to me. i’m in completely despair.” he reads off the script with not a single hit of emotion behind his words. he then looks up with you with a grin, “did i do it good?” he’s trying his best to help you.

if you have a dance-heavy role he’ll joke about being jealous of your dance partner (he is not joking, he is jealous). he offers to help you practice dancing; this is mostly for his own pleasure.

tried to harmonize with you once but his voice cracked. hasn’t attempted to sing again since that day.

adds little encouraging doodles in the margins of your script. some with encouraging messages like, “you got this superstar!” others are… not so encouraging “i should’ve been cast as your super hot and cool love interest.”

got banned from watching your rehearsals because he would cheer every time you said your lines and boo everytime your love interest spoke. (denki was there supporting—booing—too)

his favorite musical was matilda, but after finding out that it’s originally british he changed it to mamma mia. now he can’t help but cry whenever he hears slipping through my fingers.

brings you chocolates and flowers on opening night. gives you a forehead kiss before you go on stage. “i’m might be more nervous than you,” he lets out an airy laugh and you end up having to comfort him. “break a leg!” he says as you walk off, his voice still weary.

he pretends to be causal when he sees you preform for the first time but how could he? you were perfect in every way and so impossible to ignore.

“you are so awesome.” is all he can say when you come off the stage. he is absolutely starstruck. he pulls you a long hug because he is just so freaking proud of you.

⋆˚࿔ h.shinsou

hitoshi is a part of the tech/backstage crew for the theater. he’s seen all the shows and actors before. so it comes to no surprise to him when you tell him you got the lead role, knowing how good you are. “of course you got the lead baby, you’re the best actor here.” he almost laughs at your modesty.

you both being theater heads leads to a lot of helping each other out! arriving at the theater early to help him prepare the stage speakers while you warm up your voice.

hitoshi is ecstatic when you ask him to adjust your mic or move the lights. he’ll take any chance he can to help you out.

if you’re alone in the theater rehearsing, hitoshi sometimes likes to mess with you through the intercom “that’s not how you said the line last time!” he calls out. you didn’t even know he was watching you.

lets you ruffle his hair and mess with his headset.

maybe the other actors don’t know it, but the stage crew does. hitoshi makes sure the stage crew never hears the end of your achievements. he doesn’t even mean to, he just finds himself commenting on your performance.

“she’s really good at that.” he watches from backstage with a smile, speaking to no one in particular.

“be careful with that set piece, my girlfriend is on stage.” he says it deadpan, but eveyone knows he’s serious.

his favorite musical is the addams family, obviously.

consoles in izuku about color theory so he can learn what color stage lights will match best with your skin tone.

you get ready for opening night together. he zips up your costume and you tighten his tie. he gives you flowers and a high quality pair of sheer tights, you almost propose to him right there.

hitoshi is happy he has the pleasure of watching you backstage, seeing you from an angle no one else is.

you stand next to each other when the show is over, and the time comes to bow for the crowd. he doesn’t let go of your hand when the curtain drops. before you can even open your mouth to ask, he speaks “perfect, fucking perfect.” he praises as guides you into a gentle kiss.

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