#i know i've been mia but i promise i'm still here

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sleepovers at @tamedgod's are fun

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Hi! Can you do one with pedri that he and reader have a baby but they are both 21 and really young and a lot of fluff.

pd: if you can name the baby Mia that will be awesome <333

Just the three of us

Summary: A few days in the life of Pedri, Y/N and baby Mia.

Note: I can’t believe my last fic got over 500 likes which is crazy!!! I appreciate every single one of you!🫶 As promised here is the Pedri fic, enjoy! 🤍

Reader x Pedri

Genre: fluff

I looked down at our baby girl, Mia, in my arms and couldn't help but smile at her sweetness. As I glanced up at my boyfriend, Pedri, sitting next to me, I saw him smiling at me.

"Can you believe we're parents at 21?" Pedri asked me, as he watched our little girl sleeping peacefully.

I chuckled softly, feeling a mix of joy and disbelief. "It's still surreal to me," I said, looking back down at Mia. "I mean, we're so young, but here we are, with a beautiful baby."

Pedri put his arm around me, pulling me closer. "We may be young, but we're doing a great job," he said, giving me a reassuring smile. "And she's perfect, just like you."

I blushed at his words, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "You're such a sap," I teased, even though I secretly loved his romantic side.

Pedri laughed, ruffling my hair affectionately. "Guilty as charged," he said with a grin. "But can you blame me when I have the most amazing girlfriend and daughter in the world?

I rolled my eyes jokingly, but couldn't fight the smile that was spreading. "You're laying it on thick there, amor," I said, but secretly I was swooning on the inside.

Pedri chuckled and leaned in to plant a kiss on my forehead. "I just can't help it," he said, his eyes sparkling with affection. "You two are my whole world, you know that?"

I felt my heart melt a little more, and I leaned my head on his shoulder, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. "I know," I said softly, looking down at our sleeping baby. "And you're our whole world, too."

Pedri wrapped his arm tighter around me, pulling me closer to his side. We sat there in silence for a few moments, just enjoying the simple joy of being together as a family.

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pedri Mis amores 😘

yourusername Mi amor 🥰

yourbffuser I miss my little Mia ☹️

yourusername She misses her aunt too 🤍

gavi Tell Mia her best uncle is coming over later

ferrantorres You wish! She loves me more! 🤫

pedri Stop fighting already 🥱

feeeeeeeeerrrrrrrrrr Move over all of you, I'm her real uncle so clearly she loves me more 🙄

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rosylopez78 Mi princesa! Come over soon Y/N we miss you and Mia!

yourusername Will do! We miss you too!

pedri I've been replaced 🥲

pedri4everlover How cute is little Mia 🥹

fcbpepi8 Oh to have a little family at 21 😩

culergvipd68 She grew up so much! She was just a newborn baby yesterday 🥺

The next day, Pedri and I were getting ready for a barbecue at Lewandowski's, known as Pedri's teammate's house. All his teammates and their wives/girlfriends and children are going to be there.

Right now, Pedri was playing with Mia, our one-year-old, while I was getting myself dressed. I could hear them laughing and giggling as I put on my makeup in the bathroom.

"Hey, Y/N, you almost ready, amor?" Pedri called out from the living room.

"Yeah, just a few more minutes!" I yelled back, finishing up my makeup. I heard Mia giggling and squealing in the background, and my heart warmed at the sound of their joyful playtime.

Finally done with my makeup, I walked out of the bathroom and into the living room, where I found Pedri sitting on the floor with Mia on his lap. They were both laughing, and Pedri was tickling her little tummy, making her giggle uncontrollably.

"Aww, you two are adorable," I said, watching their sweet interaction. Pedri looked up and smiled at me, his eyes filled with love and happiness.

"She's the most entertaining little kid ever," Pedri said, giving Mia a little kiss on her head. "Aren't you, princesa?" Mia let out a gleeful squeal in response, as if she understood what her dad was saying.

I laughed, feeling a warmth spread through my chest. "She definitely takes after you in the energy department," I teased, sitting down beside them. "You both have too much energy for your own good."

Pedri laughed and pretended to pout. "But you love us both anyway," he said, then blew a raspberry on Mia's stomach, making her giggle even more.

I chuckled and shook my head, amused by their antics. "Of course I do," I said, smiling at them. "Even if you two drive me crazy sometimes."

We eventually left the house, with Mia in her stroller and Pedri carrying her diaper bag. We put the stroller in the boot and Mia in her little car seat. We got into the car and started driving to the Lewandowski residence.

We eventually arrived at Lewandowski's house, where him and his wife were hosting the barbecue. We could see many of Pedri's teammates and their families already gathered in the backyard, mingling and laughing together.

Pedri and I walked through the entrance and were immediately greeted by several of his teammates and their wives and girlfriends. They all cooed over Mia, who looked adorable in her little sundress.

"She is getting so big!" Mikky, de Jong's wife commented, as she reached out to hold Mia in her arms.

"She's growing like a weed," I said, laughing as Mia babbled happily at Mikky holding her. Pedri stood beside me, watching affectionately as his teammates took turns holding our precious daughter.

The player's, girlfriends and wives were all chatting and having a good time, while the kids were playing around the backyard. Some of the guys, including Pedri, were gathered around the grill, helping Lewandowski cook the burgers and sausages.

Despite being just one year old, Mia was already making friends with the other kids. She was waddling around the backyard, interacting with them and even trying to play with their toys. They all seemed to adore her, and the older kids were being very gentle and kind to her.

"Look at her go!" Raphinha yelled, as he watched Mia toddle towards a group of kids playing with a ball. "She's got more energy than all of us combined."

The other players chuckled and nodded in agreement, watching as Mia continued to toddle around like a little energy ball. They all doted on her and were more than happy to babysit whenever Pedri and I needed a break.

As the food was served, everyone gathered around the tables set up in the backyard. I sat down, holding Mia on my lap as she tried to reach for the food on the table. Pedri sat down beside me, watching us both with affection in his eyes.

"Hey, let me help you with that," he said, taking a bite of food and then offering it to Mia. She eagerly opened her mouth, and he fed her the food, making sure she didn't make a mess.

The food was delicious, and the conversation flowed easily between everyone. Mia continued to receive a lot of attention, and several of the players took turns holding her, making funny faces to keep her entertained. Even though most of them had children, Mia was the youngest so obviously she was going to receive more attention.

When Mia started to get tired, she began to fuss a little in my lap. Pedri noticed this and quickly scooped her up into his arms, rocking her gently and speaking to her in a soft, soothing voice.

"She's getting sleepy," he said, looking down at Mia who was now yawning and rubbing her eyes. "I think it's time for her to sleep."

As the evening wore on, the sky began to darken and the temperature started to drop. Most of the players and their families started to pack up and say their goodbyes, and I knew it was time for us to go as well.

"We should probably get going," I said, looking at Pedri who was still holding Mia in his arms. She was now fast asleep, her head resting contentedly on his shoulder.

"Yeah, I think you're right," he said, carefully adjusting Mia in his arms so as not to wake her up. "It's getting late, and this little one needs her rest."

As we headed towards the car, Mia remained asleep against Pedri's chest, her breathing slow and steady. She looked so peaceful and cute in her sleep, and Pedri had a protective arm around her, making sure she was secure.

We reached the car, and Pedri carefully laid Mia down in her car seat, strapping her in securely. As he did so, he couldn't help but admire how adorable she looked, even in her sleep.

Once Mia was safely buckled in, we got into the car and started the drive home. It was a peaceful ride, with only the soft sound of Mia's breathing to break the silence. Pedri kept stealing glances at her through the rearview mirror, a small smile playing on his lips.

As we drove home, Pedri and I sat in comfortable silence, both of us lost in our thoughts. The sound of Mia's soft breathing provided a soothing background noise, and the city lights outside blurred together as we made our way through familiar streets.

Pedri reached over and took my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze. I looked over at him and smiled, feeling a sense of contentment wash over me. We didn't need to say anything; the simple gesture spoke volumes.

We didn't have to speak. The silence between us was comfortable, filled with a mutual understanding and the knowledge that we were both perfectly happy in this moment. As we pulled into our driveway and parked the car, Pedri looked over at me again and gave my hand one last gentle squeeze before letting go.

After we got inside, I went to change Mia, while Pedri went to the bedroom to change. Once Mia was settled in her crib, I joined Pedri in the bedroom, feeling a wave of exhaustion wash over me.

Pedri was already in bed, propped up on some pillows and scrolling through his phone. He looked up as I entered, a soft smile on his lips.

"Hey," he said, his voice laced with warmth. "How's our little princess doing?"

"She's sound asleep," I replied, sinking down onto the bed beside him. "She was out like a light the moment her head hit the pillow."

"Good," Pedri said, setting his phone aside and turning his attention to me. "You look tired, amor. Come here."

Pedri opened his arms to me, inviting me to rest against his chest. I snuggled into his embrace, feeling the steady beat of his heart beneath my ear.

"Long day, huh?" he said, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me even closer. "But it was nice, wasn't it? Seeing everyone and watching Mia play with the other kids. It was a good day."

"It was," I said, nodding in agreement. "I loved watching her explore and make new friends. And it was great seeing all our friends too. They all love Mia so much."

"Of course they do," Pedri said, his hand coming up to stroke my hair in a soothing motion. "She's our little angel. How can anyone not love her?"

I smiled, feeling a wave of contentment wash over me. Being with Pedri like this, in the comfort of our own home and with our daughter safely asleep in the next room, was a feeling I could never get enough of.

"Are you excited for tomorrow's match?" I asked Pedri, lifting my head from his chest to look him in the eye. "It's the first time Mia will be there to support you in person."

Mia is just one year old but she still hasn't attended any of Pedri's matches. We worried too much for her since football matches aren't the calmest environment, so we decided it was the best to wait until she was at least a year old to bring her along.

Pedri smiled down at me, his eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. "Of course I'm excited," he said. "Having you and Mia there watching the match will make it extra special. I'll play my best, just for you two."

I smiled back at him, feeling a flutter of anticipation in my chest. "We'll be cheering for you loudly," I said, "and I know Mia will be clapping her hands and blabbering very loudly."

We both chuckled at the thought, imagining our little daughter cheering her dad on with all her heart. "She's going to be so proud of you," I said, snuggling back into his chest. "And so am I."

"Thanks, mi amor," Pedri replied, holding me close and pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "You two are my biggest motivators. Knowing you're in the stands, supporting me, it means the world to me."

As the night wore on, fatigue finally caught up with us, and we drifted off to sleep in each other's arms, feeling content and happy. Pedri was holding me close, his breathing steady and even in my ear. His body was warm and comforting, and I felt a sense of safety and security in his embrace.

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pedri ❤️❤️❤️

yourbffuser My little cutie, tell my niece I'm coming over later! 🥰

yourusername Will do bestie 🫶

mikkykiemeney Miles absolutely adored little Mia!

yourusername She loved having him around! Play date next week?

mikkykiemeney For sure!

pedri No dates for my little girl until she's 40!

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culerruler4ver Wait I didn't know Pedri had a girlfriend let alone a whole child 😧

pepextorreslove Have you been living under a rock? he has been dating his girlfriend since high school 🤣

culerruler4ver Give me one second I need to pick my jaw up from the floor, I didn't know all that, I just became a supporter 😮‍💨

annalewandowska It was lovely having you and your little family over! 🤍

yourusername Thank you for having us! We had a great time especially Mia! 😘

The next morning, I woke up to the cheerful babbling of Mia and the smell of breakfast wafting in from the kitchen. I yawned and stretched, feeling refreshed after a good night's sleep. Pedri was no longer beside me in bed, but I could hear him humming a cheerful tune as he moved around in the kitchen.

I got out of bed, freshened myself up, and made my way to the kitchen, where I found Pedri standing at the stove, flipping pancakes. Mia was in her high chair, happily banging her spoon against the tray, and the table was already set for breakfast.

"Good morning querida," Pedri said, looking up from his pancake-making as I entered the kitchen. "Breakfast is almost ready. Pancakes and maple syrup, your favorite."

I smiled and took a seat at the table, feeling a warm sense of contentment settling over me. Seeing Pedri in his element, cooking for us and looking after Mia, always filled me with a deep sense of gratitude.

"This smells delicious," I said, as Pedri placed a plate of pancakes in front of me. "You're spoiling us, you know that?"

"Only the best for my girls," Pedri replied, ruffling Mia's hair affectionately as he put some pancakes on her plate. "Besides, I want to make sure you're well-fed before the match later."

"We need our energy to cheer you on," I teased, pouring some syrup over my pancakes.

Pedri laughed, sitting down with his own plate of pancakes. "I have no doubt she'll be the loudest one in the stands," he said. "I can already hear her little voice yelling at the top of her lungs."

After a bit, Pedri finished his breakfast and stood up from the table, his expression a mix of excitement and a touch of nerves. He looked at me and Mia, his eyes filled with love and affection.

"Well," he said, "I guess I should get going. The team will be getting ready for the match soon."

Mia, sensing the change in atmosphere, looked up at her dad with a curious expression. Her little head tilted to one side as she tried to understand what was happening.

Pedri smiled at her and ruffled her hair affectionately. "Daddy has to go play football now, but I'll see you later at the match, okay mi amor?" he explained gently, crouching down so that he was eye level with her.

Mia made a soft noise, her tiny hand reaching out to touch Pedri's face. She wasn't fully understanding what he was saying, but sensing his tone, she seemed to realize that he was saying goodbye.

Pedri chuckled softly and gently took her hand in his, giving it a soft squeeze. "I'll score a goal just for you, mi pequeña," he told her, using the term of endearment he reserved just for her.

Mia babbled something in response, still not quite able to form full words yet. But the expression on her face – wide-eyed and a little sad – made it clear that she wanted her dad to stay.

I looked at Pedri and gave him a reassuring smile. "You should get going," I said, standing up from the table. "We don't want you to be late, and we'll be there soon to cheer you on."

Pedri nodded, though there was still a hint of reluctance in his eyes. He leaned over and kissed me quickly on the cheek, the brush of his lips soft and warm against my skin.

Pedri gave a final wave, his gaze lingering on Mia and me for a moment longer. "I love you both," he said, his voice filled with both tenderness and determination. "I'll see you later."

With that, he headed out the door, disappearing into the morning sunlight and leaving us behind. The house felt a little lonelier without his presence, but there was a sense of anticipation in the air as well. We were one step closer to watching Pedri play, and we couldn't wait.

After a bit of time had passed, I started getting Mia and myself ready to leave the house. I dressed Mia in her cutest outfit, in a Barcelona jersey with her dad's number on it to be specific. She looked absolutely adorable, and I knew Pedri would love seeing her in it.

I grabbed our bags, making sure we had everything we needed – water, snacks, and extra clothes, just in case. We'd be at the stadium for a few hours, and I wanted to make sure we were prepared.

Finally, we were all set. I picked up Mia in my arms, her little form feeling warm and familiar against my chest. "Ready to go watch Daddy play, baby?" I asked her, and she babbled happily in response.

I stepped outside, locking the door behind us, and made our way towards the car. The day was sunny and perfect for a football match, and my heart felt light with anticipation. It was going to be a special day.

I strapped Mia into her car seat, making sure she was secure. Once she was settled, I got into the driver's seat and started the car. The sound of the engine revving to life filled the air, and I couldn't help but smile in excitement as I pulled out of the driveway.

The drive to the stadium was smooth, with Mia making soft sounds of contentment in her car seat. She seemed to sense our excitement and was responding to it in her own way. The city streets flew by outside the window, buildings and trees becoming a blur of colors and shapes.

As we arrived at the stadium and found parking, I saw Mikky. She was there with her own toddler, Miles, and a few other WAGs. I smiled and waved at them in greeting.

Mikky came over to us, her face lighting up when she saw Mia. "Hey there, cutie," she said, reaching out to tickle Mia's stomach. "Ready to watch our boys play?"

I nodded and chuckled, shifting Mia from one hip to the other. "Yeah, we're super excited. How's Miles doing?"

Mikky lifted her little one, Miles, up into her arms. "He's been a bundle of energy," she said, rolling her eyes good-naturedly. "I think he's just as excited as we are."

I laughed. "Well, our girl here has been looking forward to it all morning," I said, indicating Mia, who was now quietly gnawing on her own fist.

Mikky looked down at Mia and smiled. "And she looks absolutely adorable," she cooed. "Did you pick out that cute little outfit, or did Pedri have a hand in it?"

"Oh, that was all me," I said with a grin. "Pedri doesn't have the best fashion sense when it comes to babies or to himself."

Mikky chuckled, understanding exactly what I meant. "Yeah, I've seen what he wears when he's not on the field. It's not exactly top-tier fashion. Frenkie is like that too sometimes."

We all laughed, sharing a moment of humor and understanding. It was true; some of Pedri's off-the-field fashion choices could be a little... questionable but I was working on it.

As the time for the match to begin drew near, we decided it was time to find our seats. The stands were already filling up, and the atmosphere was buzzing with energy and anticipation.

As we sat down, in the distance, I spotted Pedri among the players, his familiar figure engaged in drills and warm-up exercises. Even, from a distance, I could see the intensity in his expression, the laser focus and determination in every move he made.

I was ecstatic when I realized that Pedri was the captain for today's match – it was the first time he would be captaining the team, and I couldn't be prouder. As the teams lined up on the field for pre-match rituals, I caught sight of Pedri, standing tall and proud, the captain's armband on his arm.

As the game began, I held Mia on my lap, her eyes wide and curious as she tried to make sense of the whirlwind of activity on the field. She babbled softly, her small hands balled into fists, as she watched the players darting back and forth across the field.

Every now and then, she would point at one player or another, uttering a few indistinguishable syllables. It was if she was trying to figure out who her dad was among the sea of uniforms.

I tried to explain what was happening, pointing out Pedri each time he got the ball. "Look, there's daddy," I would say, following his movements with my finger. "Watch him go."

Mia would turn her head at the sound of my voice, her eyes following my finger, and she would make a cooing noise, somewhat interested by the sight. She still didn't fully understand what was happening, but she seemed to enjoy seeing so many people running around and the excitement in the air.

As the first half of the game progressed, Mia started to grow restless. She squirmed on my lap, her wide eyes starting to look a little weary. I realized that the excitement and unfamiliar environment were starting to take their toll on her.

"Looks like someone is getting sleepy," I whispered to her, trying to soothe her with gentle bouncing motions. "Are you getting tired, baby?"

She responded with a soft whimper, her eyelids drooping slightly. It was clear that she was starting to feel the effects of the day.

I looked up at the game, a bit torn. Part of me didn't want to leave during the match, but I also knew Mia needed some rest.

I decided to try a different approach. I pulled out a small snack from Mia's bag and offered it to her, hoping the food would keep her awake and engaged. She accepted it, munching on it happily for a few moments. But it didn't take long before her eyes started to flutter closed.

Seeing as she was starting to doze off, I pulled out a small blanket and put it on her for some comfort, she was already wearing her noise-cancelling headphones. She needed some sleep, and the headphones would help block out the loud stadium noises that could otherwise wake her up.

After the match had ended, I waited patiently with Mia in my arms for things to settle down a bit. She had woken up by this time, and she was wide awake again, her eyes darting around at all the people still moving about.

Once the crowds had thinned out a little, I decided it was time to head down to the pitch. I knew Pedri would be there and not in the locker room already. He would usually do his usual cooldown routine and interactions with fans.

I made my way down the stairs, carefully holding Mia in my arms. She was curious, her head moving from left to right, as she tried to take everything in.

As we reached the pitch, I saw Pedri looking for us from a distance. The moment he did notice us, his face lit up into a smile, and he made his way over to us, weaving around the other players and staff.

"Hey there," he said, coming to stand in front of us. He looked tired but happy, his eyes sparkling with the adrenaline of the game. He reached out to gently touch Mia's cheek. "How's my girl?"

I smiled, shifting Mia in my arms so that she could cling to her dad securely. "She watched the whole match, you know, well almost the whole match." I told him. "And she cheered you on whenever she saw you on the field."

Pedri chuckled, looking at Mia, who was now making little happy noises and grabbing at his hands. "Is that right?" he said, his eyes soft as he gazed at our daughter. "My little cheerleader."

Soon enough, Ferran and Gavi spotted us and came bounding over, their faces lit up with energy and excitement. They saw Mia and immediately started fussing over her, each trying to hold her and make her laugh.

They cooed over her, talking to her in high-pitched voices and making silly faces. It was a amusing scene, watching two football players turn into absolute softies around our little girl.

I chuckled, watching as Mia's face lit up at the attention, her little hands reaching out to them, her laughter filling the air. But as I watched them, I noticed that it also gave me and Pedri a moment alone.

"They're quite taken with her," I noted, a smile playing at the corners of my mouth.

Pedri chuckled, nodding in agreement. "It's hard not to be," he said. "Especially when you hold all the power of turning them into complete mush with just one little smile."

I reached out and took his hand, giving it a gentle squeeze. "You were amazing out there today," I said, gazing up at him. "I'm so proud of you."

Pedri held my gaze, his expression softening at my words. "Thank you mi amor," he said, a hint of vulnerability in his eyes. "Sometimes I worry I'm not doing enough, especially with all the pressure and expectations."

I shook my head, gently cupping his face with my free hand. "Pedro," I said softly, my voice filled with conviction, "you're doing more than enough. You're incredible, both on and off the field. Don't ever doubt that."

Pedri's eyes fluttered at my touch, a small but genuine smile pulling at his lips. "Hearing that from you-" He stopped himself, swallowing hard, and then said, "You have no idea how much it means to me."

I could see the emotion in his eyes, the vulnerability he was letting me see briefly before he tried to push it back down. I knew he carried a lot of pressure, both from himself and from the world around him, and I could only imagine how hard it was for him to accept my praise without feeling like he had to brush it off or make jokes to lighten the moment.

I gave his hand another gentle squeeze, my thumb brushing over his knuckles. "You need to hear it more often," I said quietly, my tone firm yet tender. "You deserve all the praise and recognition, and you should never feel like you're not enough."

Pedri and I stood there, our hands still linked, his gaze still locked on mine. For a brief moment, everything else seemed to fade away, and it was just the two of us, standing in our own small world. The sounds of the stadium and the chatter of the players around us became a distant hum as we just looked at each other, the love and understanding between us clear.

As we watched the chaos in front of us, with Mia's happy giggles filling the air, I found myself leaning into Pedri's side, my body seeking his warmth and comfort.

Pedri responded immediately, his free arm wrapping around my waist and pulling me closer, his hold gentle but possessive. He buried his face into my hair, inhaling deeply, as if trying to capture my scent.

We stood like that for a moment, tangled together in a comfortable embrace. I could feel the steady beat of his heart through his chest, the familiar rhythm calming and reassuring. His fingers traced patterns on my skin through my shirt, a light, almost absentminded touch, but it sent shivers down my spine nonetheless.

As we stood together, still wrapped in each others' arms, our attention was still partially directed towards Mia, Gavi and Ferran playing with her. But between the laughter and the light banter, we managed to have a small, intimate conversation of our own.

Pedri looked at me, a soft smile on his lips. "You know," he said, "this feels right."

I glanced at him, noting the way he was watching Mia, the way his eyes held a tenderness only a father's could. I knew exactly what he was thinking. "It does," I agreed. "We're a family now. Just us three."

He pulled me even closer, his embrace tightening. "A family," he repeated, a hint of awe in his voice. "God, I never thought my life would be like this, but I love it. I love you both so much."

I leaned my head against his chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart under my ear. "We love you too," I said quietly, my hand resting on his where it was on my hip. "More than you know."

As soon as I said it, Mia's giggle filled the air again, a little louder and more insistent than before. I looked over at her and saw that she was trying to grab at Gavi's face, her tiny hands reaching out determinedly.

We chuckled softly, watching her determined attempt to get Gavi's attention. It was adorable, her little face screwed up in concentration as she tried to reach for him.

Despite our young age, we both knew that we had done an incredible job raising Mia. It wasn't easy being parents at 21, but we had managed to create a wonderful life for our little girl. We had learned and grown together, facing the challenges of parenthood head-on, and we had come out stronger and more in love because of it.

As we watched Mia continue to giggle and grab at Gavi's face, still trying to get his attention, Pedri pulled me closer to him, his arms around my waist. We both chuckled softly, enjoying the sight of our little girl's antics.

Just then, Mia seemed to notice us looking at her, and she turned her head, her big eyes looking up at us. She let out a little squeal, reaching out her arms towards us, clearly wanting us to pick her up.

We both couldn't help but smile, the sight of Mia reaching for us with her adorable little hands too endearing to resist. Pedri leaned down, scooping her up in his arms, while I moved to stand next to them, my hand gently patting her head.

Mia immediately snuggled into her dad's embrace, burying her face in his chest. Pedri held her snugly against him, his eyes warm as he looked down at her.

As Mia snuggled into Pedri's chest and I leaned into him, he reached over and planted a soft kiss on my cheek, then another on Mia's. He then looked at the two of us, a warm, affectionate smile on his face.

The stadium around us was quieting down, people slowly making their way out and the cleanup crew starting to do their jobs. But our little bubble of happiness remained, the love and contentment between us glowing.

As we stood there in our little happy bubble, Pedri had a mischievous, almost impish smile on his face. He shifted Mia in his arms, making her giggle a bit, and then glanced at me.

"You know," he said, his tone faux-casual, "I had a thought. When are we trying for another one?"

I chuckled, rolling my eyes at his teasing tone. "Slow down there, Papa," I said, reaching out to poke him in the side. "We've barely gotten our hands full with one. Let's not jump the gun here."

He just grinned wider, clearly enjoying riling me up a bit. "Oh, come on querida," he said, bouncing Mia slightly in his arms. "One just isn't enough. We need at least two, don't we, baby girl?"

Mia just babbled happily, clearly not understanding the conversation but picking up on the playful tones. I couldn't help but laugh, shaking my head at Pedri's relentless teasing. "You're impossible," I said, feigning annoyance but unable to hold back a smile.

As I laughed at his playful banter, Pedri chuckled, giving me a cheeky grin. "Hey, you love me," he said, his tone feigning hurt. "I'm your favorite, admit it."

I rolled my eyes, but couldn't hide the affection in my expression. "Oh, absolutely," I said jokingly. "You and this little one, the two loves of my life." I reached out to pat Mia's head again.

Pedri beamed at my words, clearly relishing the moment of affection. Mia babbled again, as if she was agreeing with him. "See?" he said, planting a kiss on her cheek. "Even Mia agrees, I'm the favorite."

"Yeah, yeah," I said, rolling my eyes once more. "You're the favorite. But don't forget, you're also the one who has to change her diaper later."

He let out an exaggerated groan, pretending to shudder at the thought. "Oh, gods, not the diapers," he said with a melodramatic gasp. "But hey, as long as I'm the favorite, I guess I can handle it."

I just chuckled, shaking my head at his antics. "You're ridiculous," I said, though the affectionate tone in my voice betrayed my fond exasperation. "But I guess I'm stuck with you either way, aren't I?"

Pedri just grinned shamelessly, clearly knowing he had me wrapped around his finger. "You're stuck with me," he agreed, his voice turning earnest for a moment. "And I wouldn't have it any other way. You and Mia, you're my world."

We continued to stand there, our little bubble of happiness still surrounding us. The chaos of the stadium and the pressures of the outside world seemed distant and unimportant in that moment. It was just the three of us, together and complete.

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pedri Great match as first time captain with amazing support from my girls 💪

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yourusername We're so proud of you amor! 🥰

pedri Te amo mucho! 😍

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pedri Gracias amigo! 🙌

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mnculerfbgv6 Did you guys see that cute moment he had with his little family? 🥺

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delulu4pedri8 Why did you tell me this? Now i got curious and looked it up. 😔

youramorfcb30 @delulu4pedri8 Wait what's wrong with commenting that?

delulu4pedri8 @youramorfcb30 Now i want to trow myself in front of a train, are you kidding me? Did you see how cute that was. It reminded me of how single I am.

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fcbwagcloset Nah for real, just 21 and a full time mother and owning her own boutique. Wish that was me 🥲

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yourbffuser She's growing up way too fast 🥹

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ffpedri8_ Mia is slowly becoming more and more like Pedri

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hatetohate_gorgeous What does she even do? While Pedri works his butt off, she just uses all his money 🙄

pepigvfr8306 Girl stfu she's way more successful than you 😒

lalabarca4 She has been with him before he even started playing as a professional so mind your business

numberone4pedri She owns her own boutique and has a successful social media platform, meaning she makes her own money. You mad for what? 🤔

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yourusername It's from my new collection launching this Saturday so keep an eye out! 👀 🤍

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[spookykoolkat]

hihi! i have a request I'm not sure if you're still taking them ♡

but if you are there's a smut thought that's lived rent free in my brain since season 4 came out. which is Eddie with cheerleader!reader. like imagine "publicly " being with Jason because you're both extremely popular and you're the cheer captain, but you're secretly with Eddie. this feeds Eddie's ego massively and he lives of the fact that he's fucking you and not Jason.

are you really his girlfriend?

eddie munson request :p

warnings: 18+ ONLY, smut, piv, dirty talk, eddie being possessive, infidelity(cheating), talks of breeding, jealousy

a/n : i've been MIA forEVERRR and probably will continue to be MIA as well! i've been feeling off about writing for stranger things given the fact that there are three raging ZIONISTS on that show, and i'll no longer be watching stranger things. i encourage you all to do the same! once more, it will always be FREE FREE PALESTINE! 🇵🇸 this is the first fic/request i've done since october so idk how often i'll do this. hopefully this was to your expectations though!!!

•••

"WHAT WAS THAT, 'm what?" eddie grunted as the grip on your calves grew tighter, forcing your legs to press against your chest as far as they could go.

you knew what he wanted to hear. he wanted to hear that he was yours. after a year of dating your infamous boyfriend jason, someone else caught your eye as you stood in front of the bleachers with blue and orange colored pom-poms in your hands.

jason was the jock — basketball, football, soccer — you name it. he had a full ride for football and basketball, and after a long consideration without consolation from you, he chose football.

you were already on the cheerleading team, jason just felt like it was an even better image for himself. though, you didn't take college as serious as he did. your reputation here wasn't going to matter in a few years, and after sneaking around behind jason's back, you figured you couldn't really care anymore.

this image of being the university sweetheart while jason is the strong, protective popular boyfriend everyone wanted was definitely overwhelming. maybe that's why you crawled under eddie the second you could.

"you're mine, eddie, you're mine, i promise," you cried, trying to move your hips to let his cock slide into your dripping hole, but he just held you there. knees to your chest, breasts pushed together, your stomach squished, beads of salty sweat running down your hairline.

"mm, honey, tell me you're mine. tell daddy what he wants to hear," he grinned, eyes focused on the way your cunt pushes together when he moved your legs together and apart, the way your pussy lips were shining in slick. he couldn't believe you were with an asshole like jason.

eddie was slowly inching his painfully hard tip in between the fat of your lips, feeling the way your hole clenched and pulsed to allow him inside.

"i'm yours, i'm all yours, just you eddie, only you," you cried. you knew it was true. though you were with jason, that didn't mean you were with jason.

eddie tsked, and grabbed his cock, letting his sopping tip slap against your thick mound. eddie's favorite thing to do was make you beg, make you want him just as much as he wanted you.

"what would jason think, pretty girl? his girl, his college sweetheart, being treated like a fucking whore by uni's freak?" he asked sternly, tapping his cock on your mound to make a wet slapping noise, one that sent throbbing to your cunt.

he let you plant your feet on either side of his thighs, just so he can watch you squirm and thrash for him as he used your favorite thing to tease you.

"what would your cheer team think, baby? i don't know, i think if they saw how fucking sexy you look begging for my dick they'd understand where i'm coming from," he smiled to himself, spitting on your cunt and letting his fingers find their way in between your lips and rubbing at your clit.

it was too much. it was always too much with eddie. and it was always never enough with jason.

"i don't care, i don't care i just need it, need you please," you whined, squirming on his bed that's on the other side of the dorm room.

the thing is, the bed on the other side of the dorm room belonged to jason. of course this would be your luck. but you didn't care, and neither did eddie. in fact, seeing jason's unmade bed only spurred him on to fuck you even harder. to be buried inside of you with no interest of ever slipping out, in the same room your boyfriend sleeps in.

it was hard at first, having the same eight o clock class and always seeing each other as you went for coffee and he went for the food. or so he said. he'd never tell you he only went for you because the food was ass.

it was a party when it finally happened. after months of teasing and flirting and somehow mentioning being sexually deprived.

"you know he's my roommate right?" eddie asked as you grabbed yourself a solo cup and some tequila. you weren't a drinker, but tonight you were.

especially when jason immediately ditched you once you arrived at the frat house, losing sight of him almost instantly.

"oh, i didn't know that. funny. he doesn't really like you." you deadpanned and leaned against the counter. eddie was a decent body language expert.

"that's alright," he laughed and stepped closer, "i don't need him to like me when his girl likes me."

you blush, shaking your head and hiding your smile behind the cup. "why do you say that?"

"i just know. i also just know when boyfriends aren't treating their girlfriends right. is he not treating you right?" he breathed, close enough now to feel his breath on your neck.

"jason doesn't know how to make me cum." you admit, gulping down the tequila and cringing at the taste.

"he's never made you cum? ever?" his own shock surprised him. you didn't fail to acknowledge the way his breath hit your neck as he stepped closer to you, eddie not minding the people flowing in and out of the kitchen.

"he's not particularly fond of the way i look." you sigh, sipping on the solo cup not noticing the fact that he's now close enough to be face to face with his chest. "says he doesn't know how i made the cheer team being a size 3x."

eddie didn't have shame, it was you that did.

"he said that to you?" eddie never felt rage like this before. never felt the need to find jason and bash his head into the brick wall, even though eddie's not sure how that fight would end.

"eddie," you warned, tilting your head towards him and realizing he was face to face with you, eyes blacked and lips parted as he scans your face.

"you don't have to put up with him you know that right? fucking asshole doesn't even know how to make a pretty gjrl like you cum," something in him breaks when he realizes, so he leans closer to your ear and lets his hand rest on the meat of your hip, "you want me to be the first man to make you cum on his fingers?"

eddie found over the months that his favorite thing to do besides get high, was watching you thrash and beg him to fuck you. he never thought he'd get you in this way, to be able to have you and have all of you.

because of jason, the insecurities you had of being a bigger girl nearly killed you. it made being with eddie a lot harder than it should've been, but eddie was patient. he knew how to talk to you, how to please you, how to make you feel good.

he watched you underneath him, squirm with tears in your eyes and spilling over, rutting your hips against his bare cock for any friction.

"you're so fucking needy baby, you need me to give it to you? fill this pretty fuckin' tummy with my cock? i'd give you fucking anything, anything baby, i just need you to tell me," his voice was scratchy from a blunt before this, his hands on either side of your head and looking between your two bodies to see the way your cunt looked for him.

"eddie please, please fuck me!" you yelled, not realizing the doors of these dorms were practically paper thin.

it only made eddie throb. something possessive, damn near animalistic came out of him as he realized he was the one pumping inside of you every other day — not jason.

the freak, the outcast, the loser was filling the jock's girlfriend up every weekend after cheer practice. he waits for you at the gate of the stadium field, cigarette between his lips as people give him odd stares.

"baby's gettin' loud huh? you don't even care if jason walked in right now do ya? heard you scream my name and saw this cunt dripping for me?"

eddie pulled his hips back, sliding out of you enough where your slick pours out of your hole, his tip still nestled between the fat of your cunt. he looks between your two bodies, rubbing over your bloated tummy and moving his fingers to ghost circles on your clit.

"this'll be the best fuckin' dick you've ever had baby, jason can't fuck this tight little cunt like me can he? you know you belong to me, tell me this pussy is mine baby," your eyes were hazy, hard to keep open as he applied more and more pressure with every circle on your clit. "what?" you gasped.

"you heard me," he chuckled breathlessly, "tell me you're mine, this pussy is mine baby, you know it, i know it,"

he slams his hips into you, causing you to cry out a strangled moan and wrap your arms around eddie's neck. you managed to slip your hand and ravel it into his curly locks, grasping at the nape of his neck.

"you know what i want, honey baby?" he asks smoothly, slowing his thrusts down and angling your hips up to slide deeper.

your mouth is hung open, eyes rolling back and trying to grasp on your reality. eddie.

"w-what? what eddie?" you moaned, opening your legs wider subconsciously.

he kisses the chub of your cheeks, over your nose and down your neck until he has a handful of your boobs. he rolls your nipple between his two fingers, and attaching his mouth onto the fat of your skin to make bruises.

"i want you to cum all on my cock, okay? and then i wanna fill you up with my nut, have this perfect fucking pussy filled to the fucking brim," he grunts, sitting up on his knees as he grabs onto your calfs and perch them on his shoulders.

your knees press into your chest as he looks down at the fat lips of your cunt pushing together and shining from your slick, watching how your lips suck him in like nothing.

"then i want you to waltz your pretty fucking body to go find jason and break up with him," your eyes widen as you feel the breath get knocked out of you, and eddie smiles and presses down on your throat with his fingers, "want you to tell him it's over with my cum dripping out of this little hole, yeah?"

"such a pretty little fucking slut for me, only me right? nobody else can take care of you like me, baby, you know daddy will always make you feel good." he grunted, feeling his balls tighten as your walls flutter around him and squeeze like a vice.

"so break up with jason, baby, matter of fact i want you to tell him how good daddy fucks you, tell him that nobody fucks you better than me."

[ks-dreams-fantasies]

TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

a/n: I know I've been MIA and I'm deeply sorry, hope you can forgive me. Here's a longer chapter for you guys. Still pretty soft but cute. It's going to become spicy in the next chapters, so stay tuned for that.

Warning: None

Words: 3.348 (not proofread)

Pairing: Travis Kelce x Reader

Part 4

TEACH ME PT.5 | TRAVIS KELCE

Later that evening, after your day filled with playful banter and shared moments with the kids, you sat on your couch, sipping on a glass of white wine. The buzz from the day’s excitement lingered, and you found yourself reaching for your phone to give Travis a call.

The phone rang a few times before he picked up, his voice warm and inviting. "Hey there, I was just thinking about you. How’s the night treating you?"

You couldn’t help but grin at his playful tone. "Pretty great, actually. And I have you to thank for the wonderful day."

Travis chuckled on the other end. "Glad to hear that. So, spill the details. What’s your favorite part of the day?"

As you recounted the moments spent with the kids, laughter and shared experiences, you could feel Travis’s genuine interest through the phone. The conversation flowed effortlessly, a comfortable exchange that reflected the ease between you.

Before you knew it, the topic shifted to the surprise bouquet and the unexpected plane ticket he had sent you. "I couldn’t believe it when I found those waiting for me," you admitted, feeling a rush of gratitude. "Thank you, Travis. You didn’t have to do that. The bouquet is beautiful. You really know how to make a girl feel special."

Travis chuckled softly. "You deserve it. I just wanted to make you smile. Consider it a preview of what's to come. I thought you might want a little something to brighten your day while I'm away." You couldn’t suppress a chuckle. "Well, you certainly succeeded in doing that. But about the ticket—"

Travis jumped in before you could finish. "I know it’s short notice, but I wanted to make sure you had a chance to visit KC. Besides, I have a game coming up, and I’d love for you to be there. "

You were touched by his gesture. "That’s incredibly sweet of you, Travis. I’d love to come. It’ll be an adventure for sure." The conversation meandered into plans for the upcoming trip, laced with excitement and the promise of new adventures. Travis was eager to show you around, his enthusiasm contagious. The days that followed were a whirlwind of anticipation and planning. You couldn't shake the smile off your face after that incredible evening with Travis on your official first date. Every text, call, and shared moment only deepened the connection between you two.

Your classroom buzzed with excitement as the kids were eager to know more about the mysterious bouquet and the note. They couldn’t help but giggle at the idea of their teacher having a secret admirer.

Camille, your confidante, and cheerleader, was over the moon, practically planning your entire wardrobe for the trip to Kansas City. She oscillated between teasing and genuine excitement, leaving you laughing at her enthusiasm.

The days dwindled away, each passing moment building up the anticipation for your upcoming trip. Travis was a constant presence in your thoughts, his gestures and the sheer thoughtfulness behind each message making you feel like a school girl.

As the day of your flight neared, you found yourself standing in front of your closet, deliberating over what to pack. Camille sat on your bed, throwing outfit suggestions your way faster than you could consider them.

"You've got to look effortlessly chic but also comfortable," she insisted, holding up a stylish yet casual ensemble.

You chuckled, admiring her enthusiasm. "I think I'll manage. But thanks for the fashion advice."

The day before your flight, you received a call from Travis, his voice warm and inviting over the phone. "Hey, just making sure you're all set for tomorrow. I've got a few surprises planned."

Your heart fluttered at the excitement in his voice. "I'm beyond excited! What surprises?" you teased, hoping for a sneak peek.

He laughed, a melodic sound that made your heart skip a beat. "Ah, ah, can't spoil the fun. But I promise, you're in for a treat."

The night before your flight was filled with a mix of excitement and nervousness. You packed and repacked, ensuring you didn't forget anything essential. Camille stayed over, the two of you reminiscing about past adventures and making plans for when you returned.

The next morning arrived in a rush of adrenaline. You barely slept a wink, your mind filled with thoughts of the trip and the moments awaiting you. A quick check of your suitcase, a last-minute glance in the mirror, and you were ready to embark on this new chapter.

At the airport, the buzz of travelers and the anticipation in the air only fueled your excitement. Security cleared, you made your way to the gate, heart racing with every step closer to seeing Travis again.

The announcement for your flight echoed through the terminal, signaling the start of your journey. As you settled into your seat, the anticipation bubbled within you, the plane humming with the promise of a fun weekend.

As the flight took off, you gazed out the window, the city shrinking into the distance. Thoughts of what lay ahead filled you with a sense of joy and nervousness, a beautiful mix of emotions swirling within.

Kansas City awaited, and so did Travis. The promise of new experiences, shared moments, and the chance to explore a city with someone special made your heart race. The adventure had just begun, and you were ready to embrace every moment of it.

The descent into Kansas City was exhilarating. As the plane landed and passengers started to gather their belongings, your heart raced with anticipation. Stepping off the plane, the familiar buzz of a new city surrounded you, the air carrying the excitement of the adventures ahead.

As you made your way through the bustling airport, Travis’s text chimed in, “Just landed? I’m parked at the arrivals, can’t wait to see you!”

You grinned, your heart skipping a beat at the thought of reuniting with him. Your pace quickened, eager to see the man who had been on your mind for days.

Spotting Travis waiting by the arrivals gate, your breath hitched. Dressed casually yet stylishly in jeans and a well-fitted tee, he looked even more handsome than you remembered. His eyes lit up as he caught sight of you, a wide smile spreading across his face.

"Hey there," Travis greeted, pulling you into a warm hug that felt like coming home.

The familiarity of his embrace made your heart skip a beat. You matched his grin, feeling a surge of happiness at the sight of him. "Hey, stranger! Missed me already?" you teased, playfully raising an eyebrow.

Travis chuckled, stepping closer. "More than you know. But I must say, you’re looking even better than I remembered." His gaze swept over you appreciatively, sending a warmth through you.

"Well, I had to bring my A-game for the city tour," you quipped, enjoying the playful banter.

As he reached for your suitcase, his hand brushed against yours, sending an electrifying tingle down your spine. "Shall we head out then? I’ve got a couple of surprises lined up for you," Travis said with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

The casual flirtation between you and Travis felt effortless, the chemistry palpable as you made your way to his car. The car ride was a flurry of laughter, easy conversation, and subtle touches that spoke volumes.

"So, any hints about these surprises you mentioned?" you teased, unable to contain your curiosity.

Travis flashed a sly smile. "Ah, where’s the fun in spoiling the surprise? But I promise you won’t be disappointed."

As Travis navigated the streets of Kansas City, the city's vibrant energy surrounded you. The car ride was a symphony of shared laughter, playful teasing, and moments that felt like they were plucked straight out of a romantic comedy.

You couldn’t help but grin at Travis’s playful secrecy about the surprises. "You’re really committed to keeping these under wraps, aren’t you?" you teased, enjoying the delightful mystery.

He shot you a grin that sparkled with mischief. "Absolutely! Gotta keep the suspense alive. Builds up the excitement, you know?"

Your curiosity was piqued, but you couldn’t deny the thrill of anticipation. The chemistry between you and Travis was undeniable, each moment spent together deepening the connection.

Pulling into a parking spot, Travis cut the engine, turning to face you with a mischievous glint in his eyes. "And here we are!"

You looked around, a hint of curiosity in your expression. "Here? Where exactly?"

Travis pointed to a bustling street lined with colorful shops and cafes. "Welcome to one of my favorite spots in town. Thought we'd start our adventure with some local treats and maybe a bit of shopping. You up for it?"

Your eyes lit up at the prospect, a playful smile forming on your lips. "Absolutely! Lead the way, tour guide extraordinaire."

The two of you strolled down the vibrant street, exploring quaint shops and sampling delicious treats. Travis was the perfect guide, sharing anecdotes about each place and introducing you to the city’s hidden gems.

Amidst the laughter and easy banter, there were subtle touches, a brush of hands when reaching for the same item at a shop, a lingering glance that spoke volumes. The chemistry crackled in the air, adding an extra layer of excitement to the day.

As you settled down at a charming café for a quick break, sipping on some freshly brewed coffee, Travis leaned in with a playful twinkle in his eye. "Okay, maybe it's time for a tiny hint about the surprises."

Your eyes sparkled with curiosity. "Finally! Lay it on me."

Travis leaned closer, his voice a conspiratorial whisper. "Let's just say one involves a spectacular view and the other might be nostalgic. But that’s all you're getting for now."

You couldn’t help but laugh, feeling the thrill of the unknown. "I'm intrigued. Can't wait to see what you have in store."

As Travis and you stepped out of the charming cafe where you’d shared a warm beverage and a pastery, the late afternoon sun bathed the streets in a golden glow. The chatter and laughter between you felt like a warm embrace amidst the bustling city.

As you strolled along the street, absorbed in conversation, a flurry of camera clicks disrupted the tranquility. Paparazzi had appeared seemingly out of nowhere, snapping pictures of Travis. He shielded you instinctively, guiding you away from the commotion.

"Sorry about that," he murmured, a hint of frustration in his voice. "They're everywhere sometimes."

You offered a reassuring smile, squeezing his hand gently. "It’s okay. I guess that comes with the territory, huh?"

Travis nodded, the tension easing as you continued your walk. Soon, you arrived at his place, a modern yet cozy and beautiful house that exuded warmth.

Travis guided you through his home, the décor a reflection of his eclectic tastes and passions. He stopped in front of a guest room, gesturing toward it with a smile. "This is the guest room. Feel free to settle in here. I've made sure it's comfy for you."

You nodded appreciatively, taking in the inviting setup. "Thank you, Travis. It looks lovely."

Yet, there was a gentle hesitancy in his demeanor. He shuffled his feet slightly, his eyes meeting yours with a touch of shyness. "Um, I mean, if you're more comfortable, there's also my room. I could set up the guest room too, but..."

Travis’s voice trailed off, a hint of uncertainty lingering in the air. His suggestion hung between you, laced with a vulnerability that surprised you. You understood the unspoken invitation, the gentle offer to share his personal space, but you also sensed his hesitance.

Your heart warmed at his gesture, his consideration palpable. "I appreciate that, Travis. Your kindness means a lot."

A comfortable silence settled between you, the unspoken understanding weaving a delicate thread of connection. The offer was sweet and genuine, but you also sensed the boundaries he respected.

"I think I’ll settle into the guest room for now," you finally said, offering a warm smile.  ‘’Of course,’’ he responded with a smile, ‘’I’ll let you get ready for your next surprise’’ 

You dropped your things off and freshened up, excited for the evening’s surprises Travis had planned.

Once you opened your suitcase, you surprisingly found the red and lacy 2 piece set that Camille had bought you before your first date with Travis. You grabbed your phone and snapped a quick picture sending it to you friend.

I don’t remember packing that... 

Glad you arrived safe and sound. I figured it might come in handy for your trip, thank me later 😉

You shook your head giggling before picking an outfit for the evening. As the sky transitioned into a canvas of twilight hues, Travis led you outside, where a vintage car awaited.

‘’You look beautiful’’ he said with a genuine smile. You thanked him, a blush creeping on your cheeks.

Travis opened the car door for you with a grin. "Ready for the next surprise?"

You nodded eagerly, feeling a thrill of excitement. "Absolutely."

The drive to the outdoor dinner spot was filled with easy conversation and stolen glances, the city lights painting a picturesque backdrop. You arrived at a charming courtyard lit with fairy lights, a table set for two in a secluded corner.

Travis pulled out your chair with a charming smile. "Welcome to our dinner spot."

The evening unfolded like a dream, a delectable meal served under a canopy of stars, animated conversations, and shared laughter that echoed in the intimate space.

Travis glanced over at you, a playful smirk on his lips. "So, tell me something random about yourself. Like, your secret talent or an odd quirk."

You chuckled, mulling it over. "Well, I have this uncanny ability to remember the lyrics to almost every song I've ever heard. Comes in handy for karaoke nights."

Travis raised an eyebrow, a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Impressive! Mental note: invite you to a karaoke night."

You nudged him playfully. "Better brush up on your singing skills then, Mr. Kelce."

He laughed, the sound warm and infectious. "Challenge accepted."

The banter flowed effortlessly between you, each moment feeling comfortable and easy. Conversations shifted from favorite movies to childhood memories, the laughter echoing through the park.

As youcontinued to eat your amazing dinner, Travis leaned in, grabbing your hand to caress it like it was nothing. "So, what’s your go-to guilty pleasure food?"

You grinned, knowing exactly what he was asking. "Pizza, hands down. I can never resist a good slice."

Travis nodded approvingly. "Solid choice. Mine's probably ice cream, especially on game nights."

You arched an eyebrow, teasingly. "Does ice cream give you your touchdown mojo?"

He chuckled. "Maybe not directly, but it definitely adds to the celebration."

As the evening deepened, Travis led you to another surprise—an old-fashioned drive-in movie setup in a secluded spot, complete with a screen as you both got comfortable in his car. Travis extended his arm to get a small basket form the backseat. He handed you some popcorn and candy as well as a drink for you to sip on during the movie. 

‘’Wow you really came prepared.’’ You chuckled impressed by him.

‘’Of course I did.’’ He said pulling a blanket and putting it on the both of you so you could get cozy. He drapped his arm on the seat pulling you closer to his body as the screen lit up announcing the movie that was about to play.

Your favorite movie, "Casablanca," played in classic black and white, the iconic scenes flickering across the screen.

You couldn’t contain your delight. "You remembered!"

Travis grinned, drapping his arm around your neck, pulling you closer to his body. "Of course I did.’’ 

You turned around looking into his eyes. ‘’Thank you for this, you’re the best.’’ You said before pecking his lips gently. He was taken by surprise but didn’t complain, since you arrived all he wanted to you was to kiss you. 

As the black and white scenes of "Casablanca" played on the screen, the vintage car was transformed into a cocoon of intimacy. The air was charged with the nostalgia of the classic movie, and the soft glow of the moon added a touch of magic to the evening.

Travis shifted in his seat, stealing a glance at you as Humphrey Bogart's iconic scene played out. With a playful smile, he nudged your shoulder. "Quite the romantic, aren't you? Bet you've seen this movie a dozen times."

You chuckled softly, feeling the warmth of the moment. "Maybe a dozen and one. But it never gets old."

Travis's gaze lingered, the dim light casting a soft glow on his features. He reached for your hand, intertwining his fingers with yours. The simple touch sent a jolt of warmth through you, a subtle electricity that crackled between you both.

In the hushed silence of the night, the world seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of you under the canopy of stars and the timeless story on the screen.

As the movie reached a poignant moment, Travis turned to you, his eyes reflecting the vulnerability of the characters. His hand moved to gently cup your cheek, his touch tender and deliberate.

"You know," he murmured, his voice a whisper against the backdrop of the movie. "There's something about old movies that make the moments feel timeless."

Your breath hitched at the intensity of his gaze, the unspoken emotions swirling between you. In that quiet space, with the characters of Casablanca whispering their love story, a different kind of tension simmered—a tension that danced on the edge of unspoken desires and the anticipation of what was to come.

Without a word, Travis leaned in, closing the gap between you. The world outside faded away, leaving only the warmth of his lips against yours. It was a gentle kiss, tender yet filled with a quiet intensity, as if he was pouring his feelings into that single moment.

Your heart pounded against your chest as the kiss deepened, the quiet rustle of the leaves and the distant hum of the city creating a symphony around you. His lips were warm and soft, a silent testament to the unspoken emotions that had been building between you both.

As the evening wound down and the drive-in movie came to a close, Travis led you back to his inviting home, the night air carrying the scent of possibility and warmth. Inside, the soft glow of lamps cast a cozy ambiance, enveloping the space in a comforting embrace.

‘’Thank you so much for tonight, it was an incredible evening, you really know how to make things special.’’ 

‘’I just wanted to show you how much I like you and how serious I am about this.’’ He said playing with your fingers.

‘’ Well I like you too, Travis.’’ You responded blushing. ‘’It’s getting late, I’m going to head up to bed if you don’t mind.’’ You said pecking his cheeks as he closed his eyes to appreciate the moment.

‘’Of course, I’ll see you tomorrow morning, sleep tight.’’

As you settled into the cozy guest room, a sense of gratitude filled you. The day had been nothing short of magical, and Travis's thoughtful gestures lingered in your mind, leaving a trail of warmth.

However, as you lay in bed, thoughts of the day's shared moments with Travis played on a loop. His considerate offer to share his space echoed in your mind, and a subtle curiosity tugged at your thoughts.

With a soft sigh, you found yourself standing outside Travis's bedroom door. You hesitated for a moment, contemplating the unspoken invitation. Gathering your courage, you lightly tapped on the door, the sound barely audible in the quiet house.

Travis opened the door, surprise flickering in his eyes at the sight of you in your light blue satin pyjama. "Hey, is everything okay?"

You met his gaze, feeling a rush of vulnerability. "I hope I'm not overstepping, but... I'd like to take you up on your offer, if it's still open."

To Be Continued

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It Hits Different This Time, Part 2

Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Rock Star Eddie x Steve Harrington

TW: Mentions of alcohol, drug abuse

QUICK AUTHOR'S NOTE: I'm so sorry that the last entry was so angst heavy, I promise this one provides some comfort! Eddie needed to take a big step here and he really, really does. Also, much love to everyone who commented, I've tagged you at the bottom of the post - let me know if anyone else would like to be notified of the next entry!

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It was another five days before Steve heard from Eddie. Another five torturous days of radio silence, only this time, there wasn’t anything online. No new articles were popping up saying he’d been spotted somewhere, no new TikToks of him meeting fans on the street. The rest of the band was MIA too; Steve had thought about sending Jeff a text to check-in but ultimately decided to wait another couple days. Robin had been texting with Chrissy, after all, and if something bad had gone down, she would know.

When Eddie did finally call, it wasn’t from a number that Steve recognized.

“I’m getting a call from Malibu.”

“Holy shit!” Robin sat up on the other end of the couch and shot him a look. “Okay, just breathe dingus, okay? It’s going to be okay, I’ll be here the whole time.” She squeezed his ankle comfortingly. “You can do this.”

Steve accepted the call with shaky hands and brought his phone to his ear. “Hello?”

“Hey Steve.”

He shut his eyes and swallowed, trying to stop his voice from cracking. “Eddie.”

He heard Eddie let out a watery laugh across the line. “Do you, uh, have a minute?”

“Mmmm hmmm,” Steve hummed. He physically couldn’t get an actual word out. 

This was it. Eddie was leaving, he’d cheated, it was over – 

“I’m in rehab.”

Steve’s eyes shot open. “You’re what?”

Robin started rocking back and forth. “Turn it up!” She hissed, and Steve obliged, turning up his volume so she could just barely hear what was being said. (Was this a private conversation? Yes. Did Eddie know he’d probably immediately tell Robin everything? Also yes. 

Was this news big enough to warrant having Robin eavesdrop?

Absolutely yes.)

“Yeah, I’m, uh, at the Promises Treatment Center in Malibu,” Eddie continued. “We got back about five days ago and when I saw your note, I – 

“Look, Steve,” Eddie continued, and his voice was choked up, like he himself couldn’t speak, “I fucked up. I���ve fucked everything up. You are – you said in that note that you didn’t want me to give up on my dreams, and you’re right, making it big and getting famous for my music was my dream for literal years. Because I kept thinking “once I get a record out there,” “once I go on tour,” “once I win a Grammy,” “once I get a million dollars,” then I’d finally be happy. 

“But it turns out the only thing being famous has done is make me pretty fucking miserable,” Eddie let out a harsh laugh. “But I was so goddamn convinced that this was it, you know, that I’d accomplished my dreams so I must be happy that I started taking whatever I could get my fucking hands on to make me feel that way. The thing is drugs and the alcohol and the parties never made it fucking last. It just made every other second that I was in the public eye that much worse.

“But I’d still made it, you know? I felt like I didn’t deserve to feel this fucking miserable. And everyone back home was so fucking proud and I didn’t want to let them down - ” Eddie paused for a few moments to clear his throat before continuing. “I didn’t want to let you down. Because Eddie “The Freak” Munson didn’t deserve you, but maybe Eddie “The Rock Star” could.”

Steve can feel his own throat closing up and he can barely see Robin’s face, his eyes are watering that bad. “Baby,” he sobbed. “I wish you’d told me.”

“Me too,” Eddie sniffled across the line. “I didn’t though, I just kept self-medicating and ignoring it, because that’s always worked,” he huffed sarcastically. “But then - ” Eddie cut off again, and Steve can hear that he’s trying so hard to hold back his own sobs, “then I came home last week and realized that I’d missed our goddamn anniversary because I was too fucking high and that you were gone and I just – I called Jeff and I told him to get me on a plane out here because you – you, Steve Harrington, you are the best thing in my goddamn life. And the only dream I want to chase now is the one where we get married and adopt some kids and grow old together.”

“Eddie,” Steve sobbed out again, and he heard Eddie start to cry too, and then suddenly they were crying together, even from hundreds of miles away.

“So I’m gonna be here for the next six weeks,” Eddie finally continued, his voice still full of tears. “I’m, uh, meeting with a therapist for a few hours every day and working through my shit. I wanna be a guy who deserves good things, baby. I wanna be a guy who deserves you.”

“What – what about the band?” Steve sniffled, rubbing at his eyes. A handful of Kleenex appeared in front of him. Robin must have gotten up to grab them at some point. He shot her a thankful nod and patted at his eyes; Robin nodded back and did the same, her face flushed that bright shade of red that accompanied her own tears.

“Murray wrote a provision into our contract where if one of us checks into rehab, then the band is instantly put on a two-year, non-negotiable hiatus.”

“But – what about your momentum, the label kept talking about it?”

“The label can go fuck themselves” Eddie practically growled over the phone. “Who do you think hosted the party where I first got my hands on the hardcore stuff anyways?”

“Babe - ”

“Murray said he was going to look into some sort of contract termination so we can sign somewhere else. And even if we didn’t have that thing written into our contract, we probably would have gone on hiatus anyways, or worse. That – the last leg was rough. Gareth was just as fucked up as I was and Jeff was fucking pissed. He kept having to pull Gareth out of orgies and shit while babysitting Phil and I too.”

“Did,” Steve swallowed harshly, “did - ”

“No, baby, never,” Eddie declared quickly. “Even when I couldn’t fucking see straight, you were the only one I wanted to be with. I honestly don’t even know who we were partying with at the end there, the label sent them for some PR shit, I don’t know. It’s just another reason why we want out.”

“Oh,” Steve murmured, “okay. Good. Or, well, not good. You know.”

“Yeah, baby, I do,” Eddie replied softly. 

They sat in silence for a few moments, just listening to each other breathe. “I, uh,” Eddie started up again quietly, “I’m wearing the ring.”

“Yeah?” Steve found himself smiling despite the fresh tears welling up in his eyes.

“Yeah,” Eddie’s voice was just as choked up as before. “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.”

“Eddie - ”

“Look, I know, I know I hurt you so, so badly and I’m never going to fucking forgive myself for what I did, but I – you’re everything I want, baby. If I had to give up Corroded Coffin tomorrow for you, I would do it in a heartbeat. And I – I know I can’t expect for you to just, like, forgive me after the shit I pulled, but – will you be there, when I get out? Can I – I want to come home to you,” Eddie finished, and Steve could hear that he was crying again.

Steve looked over at Robin, who was wiping more tears out of her own eyes. They looked at each other for a few moments.

It might be crazy, but I think I want to say yes.

I don't blame you. I mean, this is one hell of an apology, especially from Mr. “I’ll Never Need to Go to Rehab Ever.”

Yeah. And I love him.

And you love him.

“I’ll be there,” Steve murmured reassuringly, and Eddie burst into a new wave of muffled sobs on the other end of the phone. “Just do what you need to do and come home when you’re ready, okay? I’ll be waiting for home.”

“At home?” Eddie’s voice broke on a whimper.

“At home. I’ll even clean the bathrooms and everything,” Steve joked, and Eddie let out a loud laugh despite the quiet sobs Steve could still hear. 

“Really? You’ll be there?”

“Yeah, Eddie. I’ll be there. We can get through this.”

“Together.”

“Together. Because I would rather share one lifetime with you than face all the ages of this world alone.”

“Fuck, Stevie,” Eddie let out an incredulous laugh again, “I love you so fucking much, baby. I’m going to marry the fuck out of you someday.”

“Save the sweet talk for when you get home, okay?” Steve could feel his heart settling in his chest, and whatever tears he’d had left to cry were all gone now. There was just the twinge of missing Eddie, but that would go away soon enough. “I’m so fucking proud of you, Eds.”

“Thanks, baby.” Eddie’s answer was soft now. “So I, uh, get a couple hours to call people every day from one of the site’s phones. Can I keep calling you?”

“Please,” Steve heard Eddie exhale in relief. “Every day sounds perfect.”

“Good, good. I’ll have to, uh, use some of my time to talk to Wayne, but the rest of it is yours, baby. And Gareth, Jeff threw him into a different center too. His check-in was much less voluntary though.”

“Shit,” Steve winced. “Is there anything Robin or I can do to help?”

“Take Jeff and Chrissy out to a nice dinner and use the Amex,” Eddie snorted, causing Steve to laugh.

“Consider it done.”

“Good." Steve heard the sound of another voice behind Eddie. Eddie replied something Steve couldn't understand, but it was in the affirmative. "Doc says my time is up for today. My, uh, talk with Wayne took up a lot of time,” Eddie returned, and his voice trembled as he spoke. “But I’ll call you tomorrow and I’ll see you in six weeks.”

“Yes you will.” Steve shut his eyes and imagined Eddie was standing right in front of him. Eddie with his riotous curls and holey graphic tees and tight jeans. Eddie with his rings on his fingers, with Steve’s ring on his finger. Eddie, standing across from him and smiling at him with that twinkle in his eye that had first caught Steve’s attention all those years ago. 

“I love you, Eds.”

“I love you too, sweetheart. I’ll see you on the other side.”

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SOCIAL MEDIA!AU charles leclerc x latina!chess player!reader (fc: alexa demie)

part one: queen's gambit

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc arriving at the Albert Park Circuit without any special guest for the third race of the season in a row! Many speculate that there might be some troubles in paradise since he hasn't been seen with his long term girlfriend Y/N Y/L/N in quite a while.

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user1 please say sike right now ⤷ user2 unfortunately they haven't been seen in a really long time together

user3 wouldn't they put out a statement though if they're not dating aynmore? ⤷ user4 they don't have to or maybe the break up is fresh and none of them had found the time or words to do it yet ⤷ user5 sometimes actions speak louder than words

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charles_leclerc some quiet before the racing begins here in melbourne, australia

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user6 WHERE IS MY GIRL Y/N ⤷ user7 mate i don't think she's coming this weekend ⤷ user8 if they broke up i'll flip the table

user9 y/n didn't even like or comment i'm actually in tears what is this ⤷ user10 at least they still follow each other?

user11 i cannot do this any longer, i just want to know what happened to y/n

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scuderiaferrariupdates Charles Leclerc is arriving yet again on his own at the Baku City Circuit in Azerbaijan. This is the fourth time and the fourth race of the season where his girlfriend, Y/N Y/L/N, hasn't been spotted anywhere. Is this the confirmation of their break up?

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user12 i just can't believe y/n would be so careless as to not come to his races, or even post about them ⤷ user13 she either really doesn't care anymore or they did break up and we're all just in denial

user14 i just know y/n's friends are fighting right now on who gets charles next ⤷ user15 noooo i laughed but it's not funny ⤷ user16 i thought y/n was charles breaking the homie hopping cicle

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yourusername there's a lot to announce so hold on to something. the reason i've been MIA the past few months was the world chess championship. i've been isolating myself with mentors in a hotel to study and practice for my matches to prepare for the championship. a huge thank you to all the people that have helped me, motivated me and encouraged me my whole career to never give up on myself, they're the reason i can call myself a chess world champion now. a special thank you to magnus_carlsen who didn't defend his title this year and was able to guide me throughout our sessions together, i wouldn't be where i am today without your guidance. another massive thank you to my fiancé and the love of my life, charles. Mi corazón (my heart), you've been so patient with me the last months, kept calling me despite my heavy mood swings and motivated me as much as you could. i'm so sorry i couldn't attend any of your races this year so far, but i promise i won't leave you alone for any longer. especially now that we have a big adventure to join soon, parenthood, you won't get rid of us so easily! te amo, gracias ❤️ (i love you, thank you)

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Congrats on 800 followers 🥳 You deserve all of them and so many more. I know I've been a little MIA, but I still love you and watch your success from afar 🫂

You don't have to do my request, but if you feel so inclined, could I request Tup x Fem!Reader with apple picking? And maybe some apple pie making shenanigans along with it?

Please and thank you 💚💚💚

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Apple Pie Weekend

Summary: While it’s not cheaper to pick apples at the orchard, you still love doing it. Especially since, this year, you can convince Tup to come with you.

Pairing: Clone Trooper Tup x F!Reader

Word Count: 1043

Warnings: Tup is an unrepentant thief

A/N: Of course I'm going to write your request! Because I love you and I love writing for you! Anyway, I'm five sheets passed tired but I did my best! I hope you like it. Also, I went over my word limit by 43 words. That's not terrible.

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“Are you sure you’re going to be warm enough?” Tup asks as he critically eyes the thin jacket you’re wearing over your equally thin tee shirt, “You look like you’re going to freeze.” You're surprised that he waited until now to bring it up, honestly. After all, you just arrived at the orchard.

You grin at him, “I’ll be fine, Tup. Really.”

The look he shoots you is doubtful, and you can’t help the amused laugh as you lean over the center console of your speeder and quickly kiss his cheek. “If you get cold I’m not going to let you use my sweatshirt,” Tup warns.

“I’ll keep that in mind.” 

“Busy place,” Tup notes as he pushes his door open to get out of the speeder, his sharp gaze already sweeping the parking lot with a critical eye. 

“Well, it is opening day,” You reply as you walk around the speeder and wrap your arms around his waist. You release a happy hum as he drapes an arm over your shoulder and tugs you closer to his side, “So naturally it will be busy.”

“And why are we here?”

“To pick apples,”

“Obviously,” Tup rolls his eyes dramatically and you grin and push him slightly, not that he moves at all. “You can buy apples at the store. Why do we need to pick them?”

“Because they taste better that way.”

“I doubt that.”

“Oh, come on Tup! Everything tastes better if you have to gather it with your own hands!”

“As someone who’s had to hunt for food before, I can promise that that’s not the case.”

You tighten your grip around him and rest your cheek against his shoulder, “Just two bags, Tup? And then we can go home and make apple pie!”

“Why do you need so many apples?”

You pull away from him and look up into his eyes, “To keep the doctors away.” You reply solemnly.

Tup presses his hands against your cheeks, “If you’re planning on throwing apples at Kix, please don’t. It’ll just make him angry.”

You laugh and drop your forehead to his chest, “I’m going to make a couple of pies and some tarts, and maybe some jams. I haven’t decided yet.”

“Well, if you’re going to make me treats—” Tup muses.

“Who says that they’re for you? Maybe I’m making them for Rex.”

He shoots you an amused look, even as he takes your hand and tugs you towards the stand where people are getting bags, “Then you can call Rex here to pick apples for you.”

You squeeze his hand gently, “Well, I perfect spending time with you anyway.”

“Good, I prefer spending time with you too.” Tup murmurs in reply as you drop a couple of credits in the hand of the girl manning the booth, and accept a couple of bags as well as a map.

45 minutes later, the pair of you are deep in the orchard, and Tup is sitting on a tree branch tossing apples down to you. One of your bags is already full of shiny red apples and the other is half full, but you’re beginning to think that maybe the pair of you should dip out early.

Mainly because the temperature is dropping and you’re starting to get cold. But you’re not going to admit that to Tup because then he’d toss his sweatshirt to you and you’d feel guilty.

You catch another few apples and set them in the bag, before you kneel and peer at the apples.

“Everything good, mesh’la?”

“Yeah, I think we’re all set though.” You call up to him, only to jump when you see him standing only a few feet away from you, “Don’t do that!”

“Not my fault you didn’t hear me,” He shrugs, “You sure you don’t want a few more apples?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.” You grab the handles of one of the bags, only to have your hand swatted away as Tup picks them both up. “I can carry one.”

“Nope. I already have them.”

You huff out an amused breath, “I didn’t bring you here to be my pack mule, Tup.”

“Keep up, mesh’la, or you’re going to get left behind!” Tup calls from where he’s walking away from you.

You sputter and then chase after him, “Hey! Wait for me!”

It’s later, much later after you’ve gotten home and the both of you changed into comfortable lounge clothes, and you’ve taken the time to wash the apples, that you start to prep to make an apple pie.

Just the one, at first.

If you make too many at the same time, Tup will just make himself sick by eating them.

You hum a happy tune as you start making the dough for the pie crust (something you should have started hours ago, but Tup’s a menace sometimes and he distracted you), and you jump when strong arms slide around your waist.

“You sound happy,” Tup mumbles as his warm lips trail against your jaw.

“I am happy,” You reply, “I got to spend all day with you, and I get to spend all day tomorrow with you. Nothing could make me happier.”

He releases a deeply contented noise, “If I tell Rex that I’m sick, you can have two more days with me.” Tup’s lips drift across your cheek, and you just know that he’s trying to distract you again.

And, curse him, it’s working.

“If you don’t stop distracting me, this pie will never get made and the apples will start to go brown.” You warn him.

“Oh no,” He doesn’t sound the least bit bothered about it, though.

“You’re a menace.” You add, without any heat.

“And yet you love me anyway.”

“Yeah, I do.”

His fingers are gentle against the sides of your neck as he tilts your head back slightly, “I love you too.” And then he grabs an apple slice, dips it into the cinnamon sugar mix you prepared earlier, and pops the apple slice into his mouth.

You release an indignant noise, “Thief! Get out of my kitchen!”

Tup steals a kiss, and another apple slice, and then retreats from the kitchen laughing. And your heart swells at the sound. You really love him so much.

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Old vs new

Pairing: Lewis Hamilton x daughter

Warnings: none, just fluff

Summary: When Lewis is bored in his house and decide to do a instagram live with his daughter.

This is a request

It was a sunny afternoon and I was bored in the house, my wife was with her sister and I was at our house with my daughter who was doing something in her room and then I had the idea of doing an Instagram live witch is something I usually don’t do but since the fans lives Ava I thought it was a good ideia.

I called Ava saying to meet me in my trophies room and when I press the button to start the live, Ava entered the room and she sit in my lap and we immediately created a buzz as fans tuned in to witness our live.

"Hey everyone, I've got a very special lady here with me today," I said to the phone and Ava smiled and waved at everyone. "As you guys already now this is my daughter Ava. And she’s already in go kart to be the next Hamilton.”

Mia giggled, her eyes lighting up as she playfully jabbed, "Yeah, Dad, you're not as fast as you used to be. You're like, ancient in F1 years!"

The comment sparked laughter from Lewis and his audience. "Ancient, huh?" he responded, feigning shock. "Well, I might not be as young as I was when I started, but I've still got a few tricks up my sleeve!"

Ava’s eyes twinkled mischievously. "Oh, I've seen your tricks, Dad. I've also seen your old races on TV. Vintage stuff!"

The banter continued as they reminisced about Lewis's early days in racing. He recounted stories of his breakthrough races, while Mia giggled at the outdated racing gear he used to wear. "Hey, don't laugh too hard! Those suits were cutting-edge back then," Lewis protested, feigning offense.

Mia, her voice dripping with mock seriousness, quipped, "Yeah, sure they were, Dad. Just like those ancient cell phones you used!"

The playful teasing exchanged between father and daughter endeared them to their audience even more. Amidst the jokes, Lewis shared the valuable lessons he learned from his journey – the hard work, dedication, and resilience that drove him to become a champion.

"You know, Ava" Lewis began with a thoughtful expression, "racing isn't just about speed and trophies. It's about determination and pushing yourself beyond your limits. That's something you'll need to remember when you're the next Hamilton in F1."

Mia's eyes gleamed as she leaned closer to the camera. "Oh, I'll remember, Dad. And when I'm on that track, I'll make sure to remind everyone that the Hamilton legacy continues!"

Their connection was a beautiful blend of admiration and camaraderie. As the conversation flowed, Lewis turned the tables on Ava. "You know what, Ava? I think it's time for a challenge. How about we have a karting race this weekend? Old vs new!"

Ava's face lit up, excitement radiating from her. "You're on, Dad! Just remember, I've been practicing!"

As the live session drew to a close, Lewis shared his pride in his daughter's aspirations. "I'm not just her father, but also her biggest fan. If she chooses to step into the world of racing, I'll be there every step of the way."

The Instagram Live ended with promises of the upcoming karting showdown and a grateful farewell to the fans. Lewis and Ava had not only shared their love for racing but had given the world a glimpse into the genuine bond they shared – a bond that would undoubtedly continue to flourish as the next generation of the Hamilton legacy began to unfold.

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i hope you guys like it i am still waiting for some requests xoxo

(MarinettexLuka fluff)

♥️Movie Night♥️

Marinette is feeling nervous. Its the first time she and Luka have been alone at her house since they started dating, because her parents are out of town. Luka arrives at the door, smiling as he sees her. "Hi gorgeous i brought some snacks" he says

Marinette blushes at the compliment. "You're too sweet," she says. "Come on in."

She leads him inside, Luka looks around at the house. "So, what movie are we watching?" he asks.

"I don't know, I figured we'd pick something out together," Marinette says. She sits down on the couch, patting the spot next to her. Luka smiles and sits down next to her. They scroll through the movie selection on the TV, debating what to watch.

"Have you seen the proposal?" Marinette says with a smile

"No, I haven't. That the one with Sandra Bullock?" Luka says.

"Yeah and the guy who plays deadpool" she adds

"Ohh, Ryan Reynolds," Luka says, leaning back on the couch. "I love that guy. Let's watch it then."

They start watching, and Marinette curls up next to Luka. After a few scenes, Luka puts his arm around her. As they watch, Marinette can't help but notice how comfortable and natural it feels to be near Luka. She glances up at him, taking in his handsome features and the way his arm feels around her shoulders.

"Oh god he is naked dont look" he says playfully covering her eyes

Marinette laughs and bats his hand away. "I've seen this movie before, you know," she says with a grin.

"Oh yeah? You naughty thing," he teases, poking her in the side.

She giggles and swats at his hand. "Stop it!" she says, but she's not really trying to get away.

They continue watching the movie, laughing and making jokes together. Eventually the movie comes to an end

"That was a good one," Luka says as the credits roll. He looks down at Marinette, who is still cuddled up against him.

"Right? I miss when they used to make movies like that Marinette says getting up from the couch and going to the kitchen

Luka gets up and follows her, leaning against the counter. "Yeah, they really don't make them like that anymore" he says as he grabs a grape and eats it.

Marinette opens the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She hands it to Luka before grabbing one for herself. "do you have a favorite romantic movie?" she asks

He thinks for a moment, tapping the bottle against his chin. "does forest gump count as a romantic movie? i mean there is a love story"

"I guess it does count," she sayy and then sips some water

"what about you? what's your favorite romantic movie?" Luka asks her.

"Oh definitely Mamma Mia is also a musical and i love it so much" she says with a big smile on her face

"Oh wait is that the one with abba songs?" Luka says

"Yes!! Do you like abba?" Marinette answers

Luka grins, "of course i do! who doesn't like abba!" He feds her a grape

She laughs and takes the grape, popping it into her mouth. "yes they are a classic" she says as she nibbles on the grape

"I think my mom has some CDs of their hits, somewhere, " he says. "but I remember the first time I heard them was the moulin rouge soundtrack" "Uh i havent seen that one, we should watch it" she says

"oh yes, thats a good one! a very good one actually" he says. "but you have to promise to watch it with an open mind, because its a little weird" "oh alright," she says, raising an eyebrow playfully. "I'm still gonna make fun of you if its too weird though."

"yeah, yeah I know you will" he grins. "but trust me, its worth it."

There is a moment of silence

"Come on lets go to my balcony" she says changing the subject

"Lead the way," he says as he follows her out to the balcony.

The warm breeze feels nice on their skin as they step onto the balcony. The stars are shining brightly, and they can hear the sound of crickets in the distance.

"it's beautiful out here," Luka says, looking up at the night sky. "i love the stars"

"me too, they sparkle so pretty" Marinette says, looking up at the stars with him.

They stand there in silence for a moment, enjoying the scenery. Then Luka looks over at Marinette, and their eyes meet.

They continue standing there, looking at each other. Finally, Luka breaks the silence, speaking softly. "you're so beautiful, you know that?"

Marinettes cheeks flush with color. "oh really? " she says, her voice barely above a whisper.

"mmhmm," he says, taking a step closer to her. "absolutely gorgeous."

Her heart skips a beat as he moves closer. She can feel his breath on her face, and the heat from his body so close to hers.

He reaches out and gently brushes a strand of hair away from her face. His fingers linger on her cheek, his touch sending a shiver down her spine.

Her eyes lock with his, and time seems to stand still. The world around them dissolves away, leaving only the two of them. "So?" she says with a grin

"so what?" he says with a smile, leaning in even closer to her.

"so, are you gonna actually kiss me?" she says

Luka laughs softly, his lips barely an inch from hers. "oh, you're impatient, aren't you?" She smiles at him as an answer before Luka finally closes the gap between them. He kisses her gently, almost tentatively at first, but as the kiss deepens he wraps his arms around her waist, pulling her against him. Marinette's body responds instinctively, her arms wrapping around his neck as she kisses him back.

They stay like that for a moment, lost in their embrace. Finally they break apart, but they stay close to each other, their foreheads resting against each other.

"that was nice," Luka says, his voice low and husky.

"Oh my god you just did not said that" she said laughing

"what, you don't like 'nice'?" he says, laughing.

she rolls her eyes playfully. "oh, no, 'nice' is just the kind of thing every girl wants to hear when a guy kisses her."

he grins, "well what would you prefer? 'hot'? 'amazing'? 'mindblowing'?"

"any of those would be better than 'nice'" she says, wrinkling her nose in mock disgust

he laughs, "well in that case, let me try again." he leans in and kisses her again, this time with more passion. shes unable to hold back a small smile as he kisses her. she melts into his embrace, her body molding against his.

they break apart again, both of them a little breathless. Lukas arms are still wrapped around her waist, holding her close.

"that was mindblowing" he says, a sly smile on his face.

she laughs a little. "see? was that so hard to say?"

he laughs. "not at all." he pulls her closer to him, resting his chin on top of her head as he hugs her.

"you know," Luka says softly, "I have a confession to make."

she looks up at him, her eyes curious. "yeah? whats that?" she says as she pulls apart and enters her room to lay on her bed .

he pauses for a moment, following her inside and laying next to her "when I first met you, i didn't think i'd ever have a chance with you."

"what do you mean?" she says, rolling over to face him. "why wouldn't Mr. Hot rockstar have a chance with me?"

he laughs. "hey, watch it, i'm trying to be serious here." he says as he points at her , with a slight blush on his cheeks. "I just... for a moment thought Adrien had a thing for you and i could never compite with him."

"Oh yeah a lot of people get that impression i dont know why" she says

"well, you guys seemed close" he says, shifting so he's on his side facing her. "and he has that whole prince charming vibe going on."

"he does, doesn't he?" she laughs a little. "He is such a nice guy and he suffers a lot, thats why i always want to keep him around you know to know that he is okay and all but he has always been just a friend " she says

Luka nods, watching her face closely. "I see." he says. "i guess I just had it in my head that if any guy was going to have a shot with you, it would be him."

"well, you were wrong," she says, grinning at him. "turns out it was gonna be some rock star with daddy issues, go figure."

"hey!" he says, pretending to be offended. "who said i had daddy issues?"

"yeah, yeah, yeah." he playfully pinches her side, making her yelp.

"hey!" she says, swatting his hand away. "don't make me start listing out all your issues. Jagged junior"

he laughs, but he doesn't deny it. "okay okay, you got me"

"that's what i thought" she says, poking him in the chest.

he grabs her hand, holding it against his chest. "so you fell in love with a rockstar, how lame" he says sarcasticly

"i know, really cliche, right?" she says, playing along with him.

"incredibly cliche" he says, still holding her hand. he slowly moves his thumb in small, gentle circles on her hand.

she watches his thumb moving, a small smile on her face. "what can i say, i have a thing for guys with guitars."

Then tikki and sass appear

"MARINETTE!"

they jump, startled by the interruption. "what? what is it?"

"oh i'm sorry" Tikki says, floating over to them. "we didnt want to sscare you guyss" Sass said

"no it's okay, it's okay," marinette says as she sits up, looking at the kwami. "what did you guys needed" she said giving tikki a pat on the head

"can we eat some croissants from downstairs? " tikki says "sass had never tried one"

Marinette looks at luka "You've never given him a croissant!?"

"I didnt even knew kwamis liked croissants" Luka says in surprise

"Oh we LOVE them" tikki says, her eyes wide with excitement. "They are sooooooo good"

"I mean, if i had known this i would have feed the little guy a croissant sooner"he says

"Of course Tikki, you both can have as many croissants as you want" marinette laughs

"Thank you Marinette"Sass and tikki cheer and then fly out the door, eager to get their hands on some pastries.

Marinette watches them go, then turns back to Luka. "Poor Sass what do you feed him?" she laughs a little

"well this," he says and he takes a small container out of his bag "but i'll have to start keeping some croissants on hand i guess"

"oh, what's that?" she says, looking at the container in his hand

he shakes it a little so she can hear the rattling sound inside. "Crickets thats his favorite snack"

Oh my god" she laughs "you have to go around carrying crickets on your bag thats so cute and disgusting "

he laughs and puts the container back in his bag. "yeah its not exactly the most convenient snack, but what can i say the little guy likes what he likes." he says.

"Well, i guess it could be worse." she says, still with a smile on her face.

"Yeah i'm scared one day he asks for a mouse" he laughs

Marinette shudders, imagining the sight of Sass munching on a wiggling mouse. "Oh god, let's hope it never comes to that."

"let's hope" he says as he chuckles a little. "i'll make sure to keep a bunch of croissants on hand, just in case."

"smart move," she says with a smile. then she suddenly yawns. "oh boy, i think i'm getting tired"

Luka looks at her, a sympathetic expression on his face. "yeah, its getting late." He says as he looks at the clock

she nods and another yawn escapes her. "yeah, " she says, rubbing her eyes

"well, i guess i should probably go then" he says, getting off the bed 

"oh, yeah i guess you have to go now" she says, a tinge of disappointment in her voice

"yeah" he says, feeling the same. He stands there, looking at her for a moment, not wanting to say goodbye.

there's a moment of silence between them, neither of them wanting to break the moment. and then, he speaks up. "i had a really nice time tonight"

she smiles at him, feeling a mix of happiness and sadness. "yeah, me too." she says, her voice soft.

he smiles back at her, hesitating for a moment before leaning down and gently kissing her forehead. "i'll see you tomorrow, okay?"

she nods, her heart fluttering in her chest. "yeah, okay. see you tomorrow"

he nods and gives her one last smile before turning and heading out. As soon as he leaves the room, a few secondspass and marinette fall back onto the bed, letting the mix of emotions wash over her. "What am doing" she rushes out of her room and down the steps, her heart beating faster and faster with each step. When she reaches the bottom of the stairs she sees Luka about to open the front door.

"Luka, wait" she calls out, her voice slightly breathless. he turns, looking at her in surprise. " is everything okay? "

She nods, walking towards him. "yeah, i just..." "yes?" he says, his eyes searching her face, trying to read what she's thinking

Marinette takes a deep breath, trying to find the words but instead of finishing her sentence with words, she reaches up and wraps her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug.he smiles surprised by her sudden move, but the quickly wraps his arms around her, holding her close. "are you sure everything's okay?" He asks, his voice soft. she just nods, burying her face against his chest. they stand there in silence, holding each other tightly. finally she speaks, her voice muffled by his shirt. "please stay the night"

he pulls back and looks down at her, with a smile on his face. "really?" he says, his arms still around her. she nods, looking up at him with pleading eyes. "please," she says, her voice barely above a whisper. he looks at her, seeing the mix of emotions in her eyes. he can't resist her, and he slowly nods. "Oh you dont have to beg me love," he says softly. her heart skips a beat at his words, and she stands up on her toes to kiss his cheek, he laughs softly and pulls her closer to him, wrapping his arms around her waist. she melts into his embrace, feeling safe and warm. "c'mon, I'll lend you my Hello Kitty pajamas" she says, taking his hand and leading him up the stairs.

He laughs, letting her lead him up the stairs. "i cant wait to see what i look like" he says with a grin she grins back at him.

[aziraphales-library]

do you have some fics where nina and maggie (knowing that azi and crowley aren't human) interact with them? i've always been attached to the idea of maggie and nina being the only ones knowing that they (the ineffables) are an angel and demon, so any fics about that would be appreciated! Thanks a lot, have a good day/night (and also I'm writing this on December 31 2023, so happy 2024 season as well!!!)

Hello. You can check this post for fics like this. Here are more for you...

Spring Cleaning by RCReveal (G)

The Whicker Street friends are busy with spring cleaning in this post S3 speculation when something odd starts to happen to Eric and Muriel. Everyone comes together to help out and enjoy the beautiful spring day.

A Feast Of Friends & Family by ShadesOfDeviant (G)

“Merry Christmas Mr Fell!” Maggie smiles and moves to give Aziraphale a hug, squeezing tightly for a moment as the angel splutters in surprise before she pulls back. “Sorry, I got a bit caught up in the Christmas spirit.” “It’s quite alright my dear, nothing to worry about. It’s lovely to see you so happy.” Aziraphale replies, watching as Maggie smiles and all but bounces off to join Crowley and starts directing the demon where to put her dishes as he takes them out of the Tupperware boxes one by one. Only for the demon to almost drop an entire platter of iced biscuits as Maggie hugs his waist suddenly and visibly squeezes him. AKA: The Whickber Street Traders & Shopkeepers Association decide to have a Christmas meal together. Aziraphale offers to host with the promise not to make them all talk like Jane Austen again.

This Thing You Call Love (I Just Can't Handle It) by EdwardAllenPoe (G)

A couple of months after the events of the Whickber Shop Owners and Street-Traders Association meeting/Ball, Nina decides that she's ready to move forward with Maggie. As she eagerly and anxiously awaits the arrival of the Record Shop owner, a familiar demon comes into the shop after going suddenly MIA those months ago. But, the poor demon is very confused and a lot heartbroken, and Nina tries to help and give relationship advice. Or; Aziraphale comes back home, but Crowley still doesn't understand what Aziraphale feels truly, and Nina tries to help him.

An Ineffable Arrangement by Aidaran, Letha (G)

The Second Coming has been averted. Crowley and Aziraphale are finally together and on the same side. And the Whickber Street Shopkeepers and Traders Association thinks they could take their bliss somewhere else. Or at least the storms associated with it. ------------- Nina, head conspirator of Whickber Street, was, against her will, a woman on a mission. To boldly take a demon where no one had taken him before. Shopping.

Shepherds of the Damned by angelwithawand (T)

After Aziraphale leaves, Crowley carves out a life of his own. “On Sundays, he goes to pub trivia night. It doesn’t escape him, the irony of a demon having a place that he attends like clockwork on the Lord’s Day of Rest.”

Especially to Me, Especially if it's You by cyankelpie (T)

Crowley has spent the last two years learning to cope with Aziraphale's absence. So when Aziraphale shows up with no memories, and Crowley is the only one who can help, it's not an easy thing to deal with.

- Mod D

[oathkeeper-of-tarth]

As promised, your daily dose of Thanks, I Hate It! Tadpoled Isobel dialogue, stitched together from some 20-odd lines that were present in the penultimate EA patch. The only remnants of this in the final game are what you can see in this scene, as you can't actually find abducted Isobel in Moonrise until you get to the basement boss fight.

I'm really quite glad to see you again. I had no idea you and my father were on the same side before, nor that I'd been such a fool to resist. I'm certain you don't want to get into it now, not when you're about to hear the voice of the Absolute! My mother died when I was very small, but Papa and I made a good life together. I grew up in the village below here, a place built by Thorms with aunties and uncles and cousins down every laneway. Then I… died… somehow. I'm still fuzzy on the details, but there's a great gap. And darkness. My father worked tirelessly to bring me back, to reunite us. When he finally succeeded, I was terrified. I had no way to understand, and it felt so sudden, like being locked inside a bright, hot room after years of darkness. And Papa had changed. There was no denying that. I fled from him, set up camp in the inn, met Jaheira, met you. I've had a chance to think now, to understand what my father did and why. Now I'm just grateful to him. To the Absolute. To you. To life itself! I admit, I didn't think second chances like this were possible. But with the Absolute, none of the old rules apply. I have my father and the love of a god who really, really listens. I didn't know it was possible. The moon is very distant, very high, and she only shows her face in the cold of night. The Absolute has shown me the kind of presence, the kind of love I didn't know I deserved. Not only that, I didn't know I could be so happy. He brought me back through the power of the Absolute. You should know that already. I believe it was she [Selûne] who abandoned me. And yourself, too. Whatever are you talking about? You've done everything right. Enjoy it. Whatever that means. What are you dilly-dallying here for? The Absolute is waiting for you, you know! I wish you luck. The very best of it. Go on, shoo! The Absolute is waiting.

Congrats to Mia Foo for freaking me out with this delivery, especially that disturbingly bright and cheerful voice that just sounds so wrong.

[cynnaghoul]

Just wanted to post a small doodle dump of the side doodles I've been doing, since I haven't had the time to make full art pieces like I'd like to,,

These ones are simple style drawings, but for the purpose of height comparison, and figuring out how I wanted to draw Mia and Tim/Masky (I know he's MH, but hear me out!! AU!!)

I wanted to do a full Proxy height chart, which I still want to, but we'll have to see where my motivation goes from here because ahahaha

Okay next!!

This one is probably a favorite of mine,, probably because of the shading on his mask, but YKKKK

I also have a very small Toby doodle for the sake of figuring out how I wanted to draw him,, tbh, freckled Toby supremacy,,

I've also got this shoddy little Mia doodle because she has Tim Burton vibes

I can't explain it, she just does

And to end this one on a hopeful note, here's a small sketch WIP that I'm hoping to finish when I have the time

I know her eye is off, I wanted to fix it 😔

Pinky promise I'll have more EVENTUALLY, but for now, this concludes my little art dump!! 💖

Friendly reminder that if you ever have any questions or concerns, feel free to drop something in my inbox!! 💖💖💖

[citrusy-lemons]

pancake-cakes

tasm!peter x reader

summary: late night cravings bring out some deeper feelings.

author's note: HOLY SHIT, count on me to go MIA for a month after posting. honestly tho i'm so sorry, i've got school and extracurriculars and projects and shit and i haven't really gotten time to write and my schedule is still super hectic, hopefully i'll be able to get other stuff out soon but no promises :/

let me know what you think? constructive criticism is welcome and please be nice :)

see, the middle of the night wasn't meant for this. it's to sleep and dream and pee.

not for baking a cake without having most ingredients of the cake. but you'd gotten a sudden craving and it was a weekend tomorrow, so bad decisions were inevitable.

did you have a million assignments to do? maybe. but peter also had a million assignments to do and he was still here, so technically, he's also making bad decisions. he was aware of that fact.

mind you he did try to convince you to go back to sleep at first but you wore him down. he didn't put up a big fight, he never did, against you.

he's convinced himself that he was only there to watch over you and make sure you didn't slice a finger or spill the flour, not to help you out with your late night shenanigans. but he was cutting up the strawberries so, really, he didn't have a strong resolve.

"you know, i think that when the box says 'pancake mix' you're supposed to make pancakes," he said, turning to you, who was reading the back of said box.

were you trying to bake a cake in the middle of the night with pancake batter cuz you didn't have the stuff for the cake and didn't want to go to the grocery store to get it? kinda. would peter have gone and got the stuff himself if you'd asked? yes.

"i didn't listen to you the last 17 times, i'm not gonna listen to you now, and besides," you said, pouring the mix into a bowl, "a pancake is just a cake but made on a pan instead of an oven. we're just changing the recipe a bit," you shrugged, like it was obvious and he was the stupid one.

"there are so many things wrong with that sentence, i dont even know where to begin,"

"here's a hint, don't."

you were being mean, you knew that. you didn't mean it. peter knew that. and you knew that peter knew that but you would apologize later. he knew that. he sighed dramatically.

"you wound me,"

you rolled your eyes at that. pretending to be annoyed at him was easy. wiping the smile away from your face when you were around him wasn't.

"if i had a dollar for every time you're wounded, i'd be filthy rich."

he glanced up at you. he knew that that wasn't completely a joke, it had a bittersweet tone to it. was that the reason why you were up at this ungodly hour? peter knew that you'd been stressed lately, he didn't know he had a hand in that.

"hey, you wanna tell me what's up?"

you didn't meet his eye, but you did stop fiddling with the bowl. almost immediately, you grabbed the knife out of his hand, mumbling, "you're cutting them all wrong,"

you both knew that wasn't true. one of the perks of having grown up with may was that peter was a fantastic cook. he'd been doing this sort of stuff forever. you needed to get better at excuses.

he gently laid his hand over yours to stop you and said your name softly, pleadingly. a long pause. you complied.

"it's just that," you started with a sigh, and dropped the knife, "you're my best friend peter, and i know that being spiderman means a lot to you," hesitation creeps up as you get to the actual issue. peter senses a 'but' coming. you look at him.

"but you come home every night with bruises everywhere, in pain, and i know you say that they'll go away in the morning and they do but," you're rambling now, he doesn't stop you.

"you have to see it from my perspective, i-" another sigh, you look away, "i get scared, peter."

oh. you were worried for him. he wonders how he didn't realise that before. that time he came home with a stab wound and you looked like you were going to cry he thought you were nauseous at the sight of blood. peter was an idiot.

"i know i shouldn't but i dont like the thought of you getting beat up every night." you were talking with your hands now, "imagine how you would feel if i came home with bruises all over my body and told you not to worry and that i'll be fine in a couple hours." you looked at him again. there was a sort of pain in your eyes. peter wishes it weren't there.

"it doesn't feel good peter. and you assume that i'm supposed to be okay with it?" you took a deep breath and closed your eyes, turning back to the strawberries. your hands were shaking.

peter thought about it. about what you'd said. you were scared for him and he understood that. it couldn't have been easy to be with someone like him. but he couldn't very well abandon spiderman. it was a part of him now. he knew that you knew that, but at the same time, he understood your point.

he thought about how he'd feel if the roles were reversed. if you came home with the type of wounds he did every night, he would be terrified. he couldn't blame you, of course he couldn't.

but he was spiderman, he had a responsibility, an unspoken vow to this city. he had opportunities and powers that no one else did, and he wanted to do good with it.

he hadn't asked for it, but he still had it. if he gave up being spiderman, he didn't think his conscience would let him live with it.

"i'm not asking you not to be spiderman," you spoke, finding your voice, "of course i won't do that. i'm just saying..." you trailed off, unsure of what you wanted and whether you were allowed to have it.

peter took both your hands into his, silently begging you to look at him. you did.

"i know what you're saying, and i understand. i don't blame you, i get where you're coming from and i promise, i'll be fine," he said, softly. he knew you were anxious about his safety.

"i can't give up being spiderman, and i know that's not what you're saying, but you have to understand, i can't not do it, it's a part of me, and i swear i will be more careful," his brown eyes bore into yours, willing you to understand. you blinked and unconsciously looked to the floor.

"but what if, being careful isn't enough one day? what if it isn't just some robbers or burglars but some other things? what if it's one of those aliens or mutants or something and you can't defend yourself? what am i supposed to do then, pete?"

you closed your eyes again, trying to stop the tears. peter's heart was tearing itself knowing that he was the reason for them. how could he tell you that him being the cause for your tears hurt more than any knife in the world?

"hey, look at me," he said, searching for your eyes. you shook your head but looked up at him anyway, the tears in your lashes resolutely not giving in to gravity.

"nothing is going to happen to me. i've handled stuff like that, you know. i know you're worried and upset but i promise, nothing will happen. you need to trust me, okay? we're going to be fine. please, I need you to trust me."

he said your name like it's the last time he'll ever get to, not in a way a friend is supposed to.

you sniffed, "i trust you, i do. it's this city that i don't trust," you steeled yourself, "but if you're sure, and you believe we'll be fine, then i do too."

he cracked a smile then, and pulled you in for a hug. a tight one. neither of you let go for quite a few minutes. you relished in it.

"god, okay i know i'm being silly, i'm sorry," you said after you'd pulled away, rubbing at your eyes.

"you're not being silly, don't be sorry. it's completely okay and valid. don't ridicule your thoughts, you're allowed to feel," peter said, in a scold-ish manner that he'd no doubt learnt from may.

"and please step away from the strawberries, and go back to butchering your so-called 'cake'," he said with a teasing smile, bumping his hips into yours to move you back to the bowl of pancake mix.

you scoffed incredulously, back into your playful demeanor, "excuse you, i would have perfected this pancake-cake if i weren't feeling sleepy right now, so, unfortunately for you, you won't get to taste this deliciousness, whenever i do get to make it,"

"oh, what a tragedy, i won't get to torture my tastebuds with whatever concoction you manage to brew up,"

you shoved at him, not that he moved an inch, and grabbed the plate of cut strawberries.

"just for that, i'm gonna eat these strawberries in bed using your pillow as a table, and you know i can be a very messy eater," you laughed like an evil sorcerer and ran towards the bedroom.

peter, horrified at the thought of sleeping on a sticky pillow, ran after you, forgetting that he had sticky hands himself. (pun intended, i'm sorry i couldn't not do it)

"come back here you!"

the pancake mix in the bowl, the half pack of strawberries waiting to be cut, and the anxiety were all left forgotten back in the kitchen.

[kat-thepoet]

Veins of Violet

Logan Howlett x Fem!Reader

Part 10: Hide snd seek

A/N: Hi 🤭

Previous Chapters ☞ HERE ☜

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"Please don't. I'll promise not to do any business anymore. Just spare my life," he begged, his voice trembling with fear. I looked at him, my eyes devoid of emotion. His words felt empty, and the thought of killing him stirred nothing within me. I raised my gun, placing the barrel between his eyes, and pulled the trigger. The shot echoed in the room as he crumpled to the ground, lifeless. His eyes remained open, staring through me, as blood slowly trickled from his forehead, pooling into his eyes as if he were crying blood.

I woke up screaming, "Nooooo!" My heart pounded in my chest, the terror of the dream still gripping me. Logan immediately woke up, his arms wrapping around me as he pulled me close, comforting me. "It's okay," he whispered, his voice soothing. "It was just a nightmare."

I clung to Logan, my body trembling as I tried to shake off the nightmare. His warmth surrounded me, grounding me in the present. His hand gently stroked my hair, and I could feel his heart beating steadily against my back. "You're safe," he murmured softly, pressing a kiss to the top of my head. "I'm right here."

I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself. The vivid images from the dream still lingered, the feeling of cold detachment as I pulled the trigger, the lifeless eyes staring back at me. "It felt so real," I whispered, my voice shaky. "I... I killed him without even blinking, without feeling anything. It was like... like I was a monster."

Logan held me tighter, his voice firm but gentle. "You're not a monster, Violet. You're not alone in this, and you're not defined by your nightmares. We all have our demons, but they don't control who we are."

I nodded, feeling the tension slowly begin to ease from my body. His presence was calming, a stark contrast to the horror I had just experienced. "I just... I don't want to lose myself," I admitted, my voice barely above a whisper.

"You won't," Logan said, his voice filled with conviction. "I won't let you. We'll get through this together." He tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with concern, but also with a strength that gave me hope. "You're stronger than you think, Violet. And you've got me. I'm not going anywhere."

I leaned into him, letting his words and the steady rhythm of his heartbeat soothe me. "Thank you," I whispered, feeling a tear slip down my cheek. "For always being here."

Logan wiped the tear away with his thumb, his touch tender. "Always," he promised, holding me close as the remnants of the nightmare began to fade, replaced by the comfort of his embrace.

- 

A week has passed, and things have been really good between Logan and me. We've kept our routine natural and pure, enjoying each other's company without any pressure. Logan opened up to me about his past, telling me about his time with the X-Men and the things he's been through. It was a side of him I hadn't seen before, and it made me appreciate him even more.

We also talked about Laura and how she made him feel. It was clear that she means a lot to him, but she's been MIA this entire week. I've been covering her shifts, trying to help out where I can, but it's been a little worrying not knowing where she is. Despite that, Logan and I have been focused on each other, finding comfort in the stability we've built together. I confessed that I have been helping him sleep these past weeks. He thanked me by taking me to dinner and he asked me to be his girlfriend and I obviously said yes.

It's Sunday today so means day off. Vanessa texted me earlier to come by to her apartment so they can ask us something since today is the day they leave to Seattle. 

As Wade zipped up his backpack, he turned to us with a sheepish grin. "Hey, before we go, I need to ask you guys for a favor. Vanessa's mom is, like, super allergic to dogs, so could you take care of our furry little troublemaker until we get back?"

Logan immediately rolled his eyes, clearly less than thrilled with the idea. But before he could say anything, I nodded with a smile. "Of course, we can handle it. No problem."

Wade's grin widened. "Thanks, you two. I owe you one."

Vanessa chimed in, giving us a knowing look. "Just don't leave your shoes lying around, and you'll be fine. Trust me on that one."

Logan sighed but finally gave a reluctant nod. "Alright, we'll take care of her. But if she destroys anything, that's on you, Wade."

Wade laughed, giving Logan a playful punch on the arm. "Deal. You guys are the best."

With that, they finished up and headed out the door with their suitcases. 

"This should be fun," I said with a grin, looking down at Ms. Pool, who wagged her tail enthusiastically. I handed the leash over to Logan, who took it with a resigned sigh, clearly not as excited as I was.

While Logan held onto the dog, I quickly gathered the essentials—her food, water bowl, toys, and anything else I thought she might need. "I'll bring these over to my apartment, and if she needs anything else, I can always come back later since I have Vanessa's spare key."

Logan nodded, holding onto Ms. Pool as she sniffed around curiously. "Let's just hope she doesn't cause too much trouble," he muttered, though I could see a hint of a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.

I laughed, giving him a playful nudge. "Come on, Logan, it won't be that bad." 

With everything in hand, we headed out, ready to welcome Ms. Pool into our home for the week.

As I set up a cozy corner of the living room with Ms. Pool's things—her bed, bowls, and a few toys—I couldn't shake the lingering worry about Laura. It had been MIA ever since her birthday, and I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy.

I pulled out my phone and decided to text her, hoping for a quick response that would put my mind at ease.

Violet: Hey Laura, just checking in. Haven't seen you in a bit. did I do something? Let me know if you need anything.

I hit send and stared at the screen for a moment, waiting for those familiar dots to appear, but nothing came through right away. Sighing, I put my phone down, trying to focus on making Ms. Pool comfortable. But the concern for Laura lingered in the back of my mind, a quiet reminder of the uncertainty surrounding her disappearance.

As I finished setting up Ms. Pool's corner, I turned to Logan, who was in the kitchen, slicing up some apples. "Do you think we should go to Laura's house and check on her?" I asked, the concern in my voice evident.

Logan paused, looking up from his task. "Do you know where she lives?"

I shook my head. "No, but we can check her application at the shop. It should have her address."

Logan considered this for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah, that might be a good idea. If she's been off the grid for this long, it's worth making sure she's okay."

I felt a bit of relief at his agreement, glad that we were on the same page. "Let's head over there after we finish up here," I suggested, glancing back at Ms. Pool, who was already getting comfortable in her new spot. 

Logan gave a small smile. "Sounds like a plan."

- 

We stepped outside, and a cool breeze greeted us, ruffling the leaves that were just beginning to turn shades of gold and crimson. The day had that distinct early September feel—summer still lingering in the air, but with the crisp promise of fall just around the corner.

As we walked to the shop, the wind picked up slightly, tugging at my hair and reminding me that the season was about to change. The streets were quiet, with only a few people out and about, most of them bundled up a little more than usual, sensing the shift in the weather.

Logan walked beside me, his usual quiet strength comforting as we made our way to the shop. I couldn't help but glance around at the familiar sights—the leaves rustling in the trees, the hint of woodsmoke in the air from a nearby chimney. Everything felt serene, but I couldn't shake the worry I felt for Laura.

When we reached the shop, I fished out the keys from my pocket and unlocked the door. The place was quiet, the stillness almost eerie compared to the usual hustle and bustle. We headed straight to the back office, where I knew Laura's application would be filed. The anticipation of finding her address and checking on her added a layer of urgency to our movements.

"Where's the file cabinet?" Logan asked, glancing around the office.

"It's right there," I said, pointing to the row of files neatly organized in the corner.

Logan moved over, quickly rifling through the files. "Found it," he said, but when he looked up at me, his expression had changed, a frown creasing his forehead.

"There's nothing here."

"What?" I said, feeling a pang of confusion as I walked over to him. I grabbed the file from his hand and flipped through the pages. My heart sank as I realized he was right—there was no address, just her name and phone number. 

"She started working here as a minor," I said, my voice trailing off as I looked over the file again, trying to make sense of it. "And there isn't even a number for one of her parents."

Logan's brow furrowed deeper as he crossed his arms, clearly as concerned as I was. "That's not right. How could she work here without that information?"

I shook my head, frustration bubbling up inside me. "I don't know. I guess they never thought to look into it deeper because she's been reliable. But now..." I let out a sigh, my mind racing. "We've got nothing to go on. This was supposed to help us find her, but now we're even more in the dark."

Logan placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder. "We'll figure this out. There has to be something else we can do. Maybe start by trying to reach her again or ask around if anyone knows where she might live."

I nodded, feeling a little more grounded by his presence. "Yeah, you're right. We'll find her. We just have to dig a little deeper."

For an hour, we wandered through the city, stopping people along the way, showing them the picture of Laura on my phone. With each person we asked, hope slowly ebbed away. No one recognized her, no one had seen her, and each "no" felt like a weight pressing down on my chest, making my heart sink further.

As we walked, I could sense Logan's growing discomfort. His usual calm demeanor was strained, his jaw tight, and his eyes scanning every face in the crowd with a quiet desperation. It was clear that his eagerness to find Laura matched mine, maybe even more so.

I reached out, touching his arm lightly as we paused on a quiet street corner. "We'll find her," I said softly, trying to reassure both him and myself. But the uncertainty gnawed at me, making the words feel hollow.

Logan looked down at me, his eyes dark with worry. "We have to," he muttered, his voice low but filled with determination. "She's out there somewhere, and we're not stopping until we find her."

I nodded, drawing strength from his resolve. The city felt vast and indifferent around us, but we couldn't give up. We had to keep searching, no matter how long it took, no matter how many dead ends we hit. Laura was out there, and we wouldn't rest until we brought her back safely.

-

Two hours later,  we walked back home, the weight of our fruitless search hung heavy in the air. Logan and I were both quiet, each lost in our thoughts, the concern for Laura gnawing at us. The cool breeze that had felt refreshing earlier now seemed to carry a chill that matched the unease in my chest. When we finally reached my apartment building, I pulled out my keys, ready to head inside and figure out our next move. Just as I was about to open the door, my phone buzzed in my pocket. I quickly pulled it out, and my heart skipped a beat when I saw the notification. It was from Laura.

Laura 🧚🏼‍♀️:"Are you home?"

I stared at the screen for a moment, relief and anxiety flooding me at the same time. I quickly typed back, my fingers trembling slightly.

Violet: Yes, I'm home. Where are you? Are you okay?

I hit send, my eyes locked on the phone, waiting for her reply. Logan noticed my sudden stillness and looked at me with concern. "What is it?" he asked, stepping closer.

"It's Laura," I said, my voice a mix of relief and urgency. "She just texted me."

Logan's eyes widened slightly, the tension in his posture easing just a bit. "What did she say?"

"She asked if I'm home," I replied, still watching the screen intently for her next message. "I told her I am. I'm just waiting for her to respond."

We both stood there, the anticipation thick in the air, hoping this would be the moment we finally got some answers.

Another text buzzed in, and I quickly glanced at my phone. My heart skipped a beat as I read Laura's message: Is Logan with you?

I looked up at Logan, who was watching me intently, waiting for an update. I hesitated for a split second, unsure of what to make of her question. 

"She wants to know if you're with me," I said, showing him the screen. His expression shifted slightly, a mix of curiosity and concern.

"Tell her I am," Logan said, his voice steady but laced with a hint of urgency. "Ask her where she is."

I nodded and quickly typed back:

Violet: Yes, Logan is with me. Where are you, Laura? Are you okay?

I hit send and glanced up at Logan, the tension between us palpable as we waited for her reply.

"I feel like something is wrong, Logan," I said, my voice trembling slightly as I looked up at him.

Logan's eyes narrowed, a protective edge in his gaze. He placed a reassuring hand on my shoulder, his grip firm but gentle. "We'll figure it out," he said, trying to steady me. "But whatever it is, we'll handle it together."

I nodded, trying to take comfort in his words, but the unease gnawing at me only grew stronger. Something about Laura's messages felt off, and the way she specifically asked if Logan was with me set off alarm bells in my mind. 

We stood there, waiting for her response, the silence stretching out as my anxiety built. Logan stayed close, his presence a comforting anchor, but the sense that something was very wrong wouldn't leave me. I just hoped we weren't too late.

- 

An hour had passed since Laura's last text, and Logan and I had settled on the couch, trying to distract ourselves while we waited. We were cuddled up together, the warmth of his body helping to calm my nerves, but the tension in the air was still thick.

Then, suddenly, there was a knock on the door. It was soft, almost hesitant, but it sent a jolt of anxiety through me. Logan and I exchanged a glance, and without a word, I started to get up to answer it. But before I could reach the door, Logan grabbed my wrist, stopping me in my tracks.

I looked at him, confused, my heart racing. He didn't say anything at first, just put his pointer finger to his lips, signaling me to stay quiet. The seriousness in his eyes made my stomach drop.

Then, in a whisper, barely audible, he said, "That's not her."

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. How could he know? But the certainty in his voice made me pause. I glanced back at the door, a sense of dread creeping over me.

Logan tightened his grip on my wrist, pulling me back slightly, his eyes never leaving the door. "Stay behind me," he whispered, his tone leaving no room for argument.

I nodded silently, my pulse pounding in my ears as Logan moved towards the door, positioning himself between me and whoever was on the other side. The knock came again, a little louder this time, as if the person was growing impatient.

Logan gestured for me to stay put, and I did as he instructed, my heart in my throat as I watched him approach the door, every muscle in his body tensed, ready for anything.

Logan moved cautiously toward the door, his steps silent as he leaned in to look through the peephole. His expression shifted instantly, a mix of alarm and urgency flashing across his face. He turned around quickly, about to say something—

But before the words could leave his mouth, the door exploded.

The force of the blast threw us both backward. I felt a rush of heat and the deafening sound of the explosion filled my ears as I was flung across the room. The impact of hitting the floor knocked the wind out of me, and for a moment, everything was a blur of noise, dust, and pain. Logan's body instinctively shielded mine, taking the brunt of the blast. I could feel the weight of him on top of me, his protective instinct kicking in even in the chaos. 

The apartment was filled with smoke and debris, and my ears were ringing from the explosion. I struggled to focus, my vision hazy as I tried to make sense of what had just happened. Logan groaned as he pushed himself up, quickly scanning the room for threats.

"Violet!" he gasped, his voice urgent but strained. "Are you okay?"I nodded weakly, trying to sit up despite the disorientation. "I'm okay," I managed to say, though 

my voice was shaky. "Logan, what—?"

But before I could finish, we both heard footsteps—heavy, deliberate—coming toward the blown-open door. Logan's eyes hardened, and he quickly positioned himself between me and the incoming threat.

"Stay down," he ordered, his voice low and fierce. 

I nodded, fear gripping me as I watched Logan brace himself for whatever was coming through that door. The situation had gone from bad to worse in an instant, and now we were about to face whatever—or whoever—had just blown up our door.

Through the haze of smoke, a figure emerged, his presence as chilling as the memories he dragged with him. The familiar silhouette sent a shiver down my spine—the same face, the same coat that had haunted my nightmares for so long. God, I hated that coat. But it was nothing compared to the hatred I felt for the man wearing it.

The man who had made me suffer through unspeakable pain and torture. 

He stopped just inside the ruined doorway, his eyes locking onto mine. That smirk—a twisted, cruel reminder of everything he had put me through—spread across his face. His gaze flicked briefly to Logan, assessing him, before settling back on me with a sickening familiarity.

"Hello, Violet," he said, his voice dripping with malice. "Did you miss me?"

Every muscle in my body tensed as I glared at him, my hands curling into fists at my sides. I could feel the growl rising in my throat, the sheer fury boiling inside me. "Strucker," I hissed, the name tasting like venom on my tongue.

Logan's stance shifted subtly, ready to act at a moment's notice, but he didn't move, waiting for my lead. He knew this was personal—too personal.

Strucker's smirk only deepened, as if my anger amused him. "I've been looking forward to this reunion," he taunted, his eyes glinting with the same sadistic pleasure I remembered too well. I took a deep breath, trying to steady myself, to not let the terror of the past overwhelm me. But facing him again, after all these years, it was like every wound he ever inflicted had been ripped open anew. 

But I wasn't the same person I was back then. I wasn't helpless. And I wasn't alone. I glanced at Logan, drawing strength from his steady presence, then turned back to Strucker, my resolve hardening.

"You have no idea what you've walked into," I growled, the fear in my chest morphing into a cold, focused rage. 

Strucker's eyes narrowed slightly, but that smirk never wavered. "We'll see about that," he replied, his voice low and dangerous. The tension in the room was electric, the air thick with the promise of violence. This was far from over.

With a simple motion of his pointer and middle finger, Strucker signaled the men behind him to attack. They moved swiftly, and in an instant, Logan's claws were out, gleaming in the dim light, while my fists crackled with purple energy as I began to levitate. But something was off—these weren't ordinary soldiers. They were mutants, each armed with their own unique powers, and they wasted no time unleashing them on us.

There were about ten of them, and they coordinated their assault with a terrifying precision. Energy blasts, telekinetic waves, and other forms of attacks came at us from all directions. Logan slashed through the onslaught, his claws slicing through the air as he fought to protect us, but the sheer number of them was overwhelming.

In the chaos, one of them managed to get close, too close. Before I could react, I felt a sharp sting in my arm—a needle piercing through my skin. I barely had time to register what had happened before a wave of intense pain shot through me, making me wince and falter in mid-air. Logan's eyes widened in alarm as he saw me struggling. "Violet!" he shouted, his voice tinged with desperation. But before he could reach me, another mutant injected him with the same substance, forcing him to his knees.

The room began to spin, my vision blurring as whatever they had injected me with took hold. I tried to focus, tried to summon my magic, but the pain was overwhelming, clouding my mind. I could see Logan fighting to stay on his feet, his claws still extended as he tried to fend off the attackers, but he was slowing down, the effects of the injection clearly taking their toll.

My strength was draining fast. I could feel my powers slipping away, the purple glow around my fists dimming as I lost control. The last thing I saw before everything went dark was Logan's agonized expression as he struggled to reach me, and then I felt the cold, hard ground beneath me as I collapsed, the world fading into nothingness.

Part 11: Her true awakening

[verbenaa]

wip wednesday

*gasp* me, posting wip wednesday on ACTUAL wednesday?! a rare sight, surely. thanks so much to my sweet friends @inkymoonbunny @khywren and @xxnashiraxx for tagging me! I'm so happy to be participating!! I've been a little MIA recently due to just general life, but I promise I've been working hard of chapter 8 of to eden and I think it will be done soon!

since I haven't shared much recently I'm going to share a bit more than normal tonight 🎉 here's some bits from the upcoming chapter~

Rin’s fingers are poised on one of the delicate strings of her lyre as she strums it lightly, a low hum reverberating out from the instrument. She frowns at the sound of it from where she leans against a conveniently placed rock near the fire, the note falling flat as it dies in the silence of the dark night. “You’re off.” A haughty voice echoes above her as she huffs out a breath. Rin sends Astarion a withering look from where he lounges on the rock right above her, a book held in his hand as he reads by the light of the fire. “And so is your stitching, but you don’t hear me calling you out on it, now do you?” His stitching wasn’t, of course. It was always practiced, perfect, and near precise—Astarion as good with a needle as he was with a knife or an arrow.  But, as always, he didn’t have to know that.  Astarion flips a page with unnecessary force, his agitation dragging a secretive smile to Rin’s lips that she hides into her lyre. He really made it far too easy to tease him sometimes. They had both quite politely ignored the events of the other evening; the memory of the closeness of their lips and the things she had said settling into the recesses of her mind as if they were nothing more than a dream that haunts her when she lays down her head onto her sad excuse for a pillow.  It was a lapse in judgment, at the very least. The klauthgrass had clearly addled her mind more than she thought, upon looking back on it. It’s the only reason she would have ever said the things she did, whether spoken from her lips or written down on paper.  She also still needed to burn the damn letter, but that was neither here nor there.

and since @xxnashiraxx asked so nicely, here's a little smut preview 😉😈 read at your own risk, friends.

“Ah, darling,” Astarion’s voice is tight as he buries his face into her neck, hips bucking into her hand as she works him from the crown of his cock to the base, breathing harder with every stroke. “Much more and you’ll spoil the main event.” Rin slows her motions as he pants against the column of her throat, so close to his own completion she can practically feel it in the way his body shakes above her own, muscles quivering with the want of release. “Would it be so awful if you were to come like this? On my hands, all over my skin?” Astarion raises his head from her neck, pupils blown and hair disheveled as he pants. “Decidedly not, but I think I want to fill that sweet cunt of yours instead.” “If you say so,” She brings the hand that had been stroking him to her mouth, the tip of her tongue peeking out between her lips to lap at a glistening string of precome sticking to her skin, savoring the flavor of him as her eyes find his. Astarion swallows hard, gaze fixated on the pink of her tongue as she wraps her lips around the finger, sucking lightly. She smiles sweetly around the finger between her lips, sending him a wink that has his eyes rolling despite the heat burning in the depths of them.

tagging @ladyduellist @elinorbard @preciouslittlebhaalbae @roguishcat to play if you want to! sorry if anyone has already been tagged as well!! also, even if you weren't tagged and want to post, please do!!!!!!

[wandasreallover]

Mother figure! Leigh shaw drabble

You had always been close with your stepmother, Leigh Shaw, ever since she married your father, Matt. You had been her maid of honor at their wedding and she had treated you like her own daughter. You had a great relationship with her and thought of her as the mother you never got as she abandoned you with your dad. You often wondered what it was like to have a mother, continuously and naively wishing for one up until your 10th birthday when you came to the realisation that it was pointless. That was until your father began dating leigh, she accepted that you and your dad came as a package, she accepted you with open arms. She taught you everything a mother would. She was your shoulder to cry on and the first person you came out to.

But that all changed after your father's mysterious death. You were only 16 years old at the time and it was a difficult loss for you. You expected that Leigh would be there to support you and help you through your grief as she always has been, but instead, she became distant and cold towards you. She shut you out completely even going as far as leaving a room every time you would enter.

At first, you thought she was just going through her own grief and needed space, so you gave her that. But as time passed, she became more and more distant and would snap at you for no reason. It was like she didn't want you around anymore and it hurt, you were loosing another mother.

Eventually, you couldn't take it anymore it was tearing you apart, you had no one to console you. Your uncle Dani was MIA and leigh was being particularly vicious. Your last straw was when she made a comment on your weight in front of her family and you just broke down in tears. You couldn't understand why Leigh was treating you this way. You had always thought of her as family and it hurt to see her push you away.

Leigh was taken aback by your breakdown and she sat down next to you, trying to console you. But her words only made things worse.

'I'm sorry,' she said, 'it's just...seeing you reminds me so much of your father. It's like he's still here and it's too painful for me to bear.'

You were stunned. You never thought that your presence would be a painful reminder for her. You had always looked up to your father and it hurt to know that just being yourself brought her so much pain.

'I had no idea,' you said, wiping away your tears. 'I never meant to hurt you or make you feel like this. I love you, y/n/n'

Leigh's cold exterior continued melting away as she hugged you tightly. 'I love you so much , sweetheart. I'm sorry I've been so distant. I promise to be there for you and support you in any way I can.'

From that day on, Leigh made an effort to be there for you and your relationship slowly mended. It wasn't easy for either of you, but you both knew that your father would have wanted you to be there for each other.

You still missed your father dearly, but having Leigh by your side made you realise things weren't that bad. You were grateful for her and despite the both of you having your off days, you got through it together. the bond between you two only grew stronger as the realisation that grief is not a battle to be fought alone .

A/n- i don't like it