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lenorenevermore99 · 3 days ago

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Why 457 is actually valid af and not just a "joke" ship

I wanna start this by saying that I'm in no way, shape or form convinced 457 is canon nor I think there will be anything remotely romantic between the two of them in season 3. But people seem to think it's just a joke inside the fandom, while actually, their dynamic is pretty fucking valid and I want to analyze that in this post.

One of the most discussed things (if not the most) when it comes to this ship is the stares.

Some think this is the stare of love, others think In-ho just enjoys seeing him suffer. Well, let me tell you it is neither.

But before we delve into the way In-ho stares at Gi-hun, we first have to go back to talk about Hwang In-ho as a character.

As we know, Hwang In-ho is the Winner of the 2015 Squid Game. He went into the games so he could have the money to treat his sick, pregnant wife, much like Gi-hun who did the same for his sick mother. Both of them won the game, but both of them were too late to save the person they loved from a sad fate.

This lead to In-ho becoming the Frontman. We don't know exactly what happened in the timeframe between him winning and him becoming the Frontman, but we can safely assume that after loosing his wife, In-ho lost faith in humanity. The games have destroyed him, they turned him into the villain he is today.

And the thing is, when he looks at Gi-hun, he sees his past self in him. This was confirmed by both Lee Byung Hun (In-ho's actor) and the director of the show himself.

Or to be more precise, he sees his past self. He sees who he was before the games changed him. And this is what led to his fascination and obsession with Gi-hun, because here's the thing; the games traumatized Gi-hun, but they didn't break his faith and hope in humanity, like they did with In-ho himself.

And this is the thing that, in my view, both fascinates and deeply angers In-ho. Deep inside, subconsciously, he is thinking, "Why were YOU able to retain your hope in humanity? Why were you able to remain a good person when I couldn't?"

In-ho was genuine when he told Gi-hun he wished he'd try to be happy after winning (or to better say, surviving) the games. I find it especially interesting when he tells him "Just pretend it was all a dream."

In-ho wishes he could pretend it was all a dream, but he couldn't. Think about it: he's a billionaire, but he lives in a shitty, small apartment. He doesn't talk to his mother, he doesn't talk to his brother, he doesn't even go visit his wife at the cemetery. Pardon me for borrowing the phrase from The Hunger Games, but he's not living the life of a victor. whether it's because he feels guilty or something else, I guess we'll find out in the next season, but that's not the point. The point is, that In-ho wants Gi-hun to do what he wasn't able to do after he won. He wants him to be happy because he sees himself in Gi-hun.

This is the most important point in this post.

Now I wanna focus on these moments. During the second game, during mingle, and during the lights-out massacre, we see Gi-hun being absolutely destroyed over the players that were killed. He's undoubtedly blaming himself for it. And here we see In-ho staring at him, not with the look of love, not with joy at his suffering, but with sorrow. He's sad for Gi-hun, because he could have spared himself further suffering if he didn't stubbornly decide to go back into the games.

What In-ho is thinking right here, in my view, is; "See? There is no hope. There is nothing you can do. Stop torturing yourself, just give it up already. How much more pain do you have to go through before you give up? Accept you can do nothing and go on with your life. Try to be happy."

Now you might be asking, okay, but what does that have to do with romantic love?

Well let me tell you that these feelings I just described can easily and quickly turn into love.

Many philosophers over the centuries have come to the same conclusion; we see part of ourselves in the people we fall in love with.

"The Front Man believes that Gi-hun is wrong in his way of thinking, but perhaps, he reflects on himself through Gi-hun. He does want to destroy Gi-hun's belief. I felt that a small part of him, unknowingly, might be hoping for Gi-hun's thoughts to be right. And rooting for him in some way."

These words Lee Byung Hun said about In-ho, makes me think of Jacques Lacan's theory in particular (which is a rather complex topic and I will try to summarize as shortly and as simply as I can).

For Lacan, love, at least in the beginning, is essentially a form of narcissism. When we fall in love, we're also falling in love with ourselves. We see ourselves in the other person, but we also see in the other what we subconsciously think we are lacking in ourselves. Which doesn't mean the other person will fix us because, at least according to Lacan, this lack is something that can never actually be "fixed".

And I think that's exactly was is happening with In-ho. He sees in Gi-hun what he's lacking in himself. They were traumatized the same way, but reacted in two completely different manners. In-ho became cruel and disillusioned with humanity, while Gi-hun still believes in humanity and wants to save everyone.

I know that this way, 457 seems like a one-sided kind of love, but that's honestly my personal interpretation of the ship. I think Gi-hun could have fallen for Young-il, for the person In-ho was before the games, if they had more time. But the Frontman In-ho? The person he became after becoming the Frontman? There's no way.

Not all loves are meant to happen, not all lovers get to be lovers. Some are meant to just leave us wondering what could have been. Which is what makes transformative works so fun and interesting! From the canonverse toxic fics to the wholesome alternative universe flower shop fics, I think their dynamic is valid as fuck.

I rest my case.

#squid game #457 #gihun x inho #inhun #hwang in ho #seong gi hun #squid game season 2 #001 x 456 #456 x 001

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sigh-less · 3 days ago

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Oh man, I have Lovecraft Theories.

So it's well known the man was a massive racist even for his time. Don't need to get into detail as to how, google is your friend. The point is, it's probably safe to assume he didn't have a lot of empathy.

(And yes, I am aware that he also had issues with mental illness his whole life too that ties into this)

From there, I'm gonna guess the only way he could see himself in a world in which he was very privileged, though his issues was by inventing forces that were able to disrupt and influence the reality of the world around him.

Think about it- what is privilege if not a state of rules that distorts reality of equality? And if one does suffer from severe, crippling mental illness, how do you rationalize it when you cannot see yourself as anything but superior?

I think his lack of empathy lead him to need to create forces beyond his control because he couldn't see how those around him might have lived with those forces as influence on their lives.

Yeah I saw the lovecraftian horrors and didn’t succumb to madness. What- no I’m not a cultist, James. For Christ’s sake. What you’re forgetting my friend is that HP Lovecraft wasn’t a flexible man. His brain simply wasn’t stretchy enough to take it all in. I however, have short term memory issues. Flexibility is the name of the game when you can’t remember if you ate lunch or not. What’s the size of the universe? Big. You knew that already, James. Come on now. You don’t need to witness the terrifying ocean at the base of the entirety of reality itself to know that. Pass the brandy.

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webslingingslasher · 2 days ago

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Hey, j! an u do nerdy!Peter and Angel being scared she's using him?

*a/n: nerdy!peter has finally been released from his cage. he missed you all very much.

'and what do you do for him?'

you've been thinking about it for days. peter's softly snoring on your left but you can't sleep, tossing and turning, looking down every so often at your ring finger and feeling the same gut punch you have for the past seventy two hours.

your friend's cousin just moved to new york to follow her dreams, she's nineteen and full of life. she also very innocently asked a question that sent you tumbling down a whirlpool. you all met up for brunch, you even went the extra mile and snuck her a mimosa to show how friendly the city would be to her- but then she had to ask about your ring.

it's a new addition, you just got used to the weight and sparkle but anytime someone asks, you're shoving it in their face and bragging.

'that's a big ass diamond!'

'i know! i couldn't believe it when he asked me... i kept asking him if he was sure.'

of course you had to spill all the proposal details, your friend's cousin awwing at the right moments before doubling down with a congratulations. it was a nice moment that led into other conversations, somehow falling back on rent prices.

'it's fucking crazy out here, i don't know how you guys do it. how much do you pay in rent?' your friend shared her monthly rent, you stayed quiet, her cousin was looking at you for an answer.

'ew. you think i pay rent?' you flashed your ring again, giggles fell around the table, the topic moved on. someone mentioned a restaurant, you chimed in to say it was amazing, that your fiance took you there for your last anniversary.

'god damn, the cheapest thing on the menu is two hundred bucks! i looked it up and a glass of wine was like eighty dollars, that's crazy!'

'hmm... peter splurged on a bottle.' there was a chorus, the girls loved hearing that. you shrugged at your humble brag. when you have a good man, you want everyone to know. little comments got brushed under the table, nothing major until the bill came.

you offered to pay, the two girls with you excited with your generosity. 'ah, don't thank me, it's on peter.' you slid the credit card to the end of the table, your friend's cousin put the final nail in the coffin.

'okay, okay, you gotta tell me. so, he buys for your friends, he pays the rent, he buys you super expensive dinner, you have a rock on your finger... and what do you do for him?' she laughed, your friend laughed, you laughed. it was funny. until you couldn't come up with anything you give him back.

now it's been three days and you're watching peter sleep, feeling more and more guilt creep in by the minute. you don't deserve the things he's given you. you're not sure if curling up to him makes you feel better or not but he's warm and your eyes are finally feeling heavy.

---

'good morning, angel.' peter made you breakfast and while your heart fills with adoration, you have to fight the urge to frown. he does everything for you and you can't even make him breakfast?

'good morning.' you're still tired, you weren't able to sleep in either. rest hasn't come easily to you, peter's been noticing it too. 'i felt you moving around last night.'

'i couldn't sleep. i finally dropped off around three.' you sit at the kitchen counter and rest your head on your hand, peter kisses your forehead, the oven timer goes off. he made cinnamon rolls.

'was anything keeping you up? you've been a little quiet since you had lunch with your friends.' he knows something's off, he's just not prying it out of you yet. 'i don't know, i couldn't get my mind to turn off i guess.'

you're staring at your ring again, peter serves you the middle roll. it's the best one. he splurged on the ring, he pays for the rent, he pays for every date, he buys for your friends, he gives you the middle cinnamon roll and you... and you...

'i know i don't have to tell you this, angel, but just in case... you can tell me anything. even if it's something you don't think i want to hear.' peter's thinking it's something about your friend or work, something that doesn't really pertain to him but if it's weighing on you, it should weigh on him too.

'i know.' you reach for your breakfast, the shine of your diamond stops you. 'how much did you spend on my ring?' peter's looking at your ring too, a sly smile crosses over his face.

'that's for me to know and you to never find out.' he's not saying it because it was cheap, you know it wasn't. you wouldn't care if it was, the fact he got down on one knee and asked you to be his forever was enough to say yes, even if he did it with a ring pop. but you've been scrolling and trying to do your own investigative work and what you've found makes you feel like you don't deserve it.

'how much money do you make every month?' you have an idea but you don't have a specific number and you need a dollar amount. peter looks at you funny, probably because your question came from left field. 'why do you want to know?'

'because i'm going to marry you and i want to know your finances.' it's a cheap shot around the truth, peter knows it too. 'alright, well, we'll talk about that when we get there. we haven't even talked about the wedding yet.' you told peter you wanted a couple months to bask in the fiance glow and you'd start planning when you got bored of it, he had no problems with it.

'i think money is a great starting point, how else am i supposed to know our budget?'

'tell me how much you want to spend and i'll let you know if it's possible.' you don't want a numbers game but you'll play. 'ten thousand?'

'yes.'

'twenty?'

'yes.'

he has to draw the line somewhere, you're going to find it. 'fifty?' he laughs through a bite of icing, you feel like you still haven't scraped the barrel. 'if you can find a way to blow fifty grand on a wedding, sure.'

you're not pushing it any further, you have a feeling that no matter what you said, peter would tell you it's doable. it's frustrating and the only thing that eases you is the sweet, sticky pastry in front of you. 'you'd tell me if you were broke, right?'

'hey,' peter puts his cinnamon roll next to yours. 'you've never had to worry about money before, you don't need to now, either. is that what you're worried about? our wedding budget?' it's not but you'll take the bait, you're tired of talking in circles.

you take too much and he'll never admit it.

'yeah.' you're looking at your ring again, you're not hungry anymore.

'don't worry about it, angel.' peter kisses your temple. 'i'll take care of you.' you know he will. that's why you feel so bad.

---

you might not be able to do much but you can pay for dinner.

'i want to go out for dinner.'

peter's on board. 'ooh, date night. whatcha thinking?' you blurt his favorite place, he's extra excited now. 'double yes, six or seven?'

'six thirty?' you think his eyes have stars in them. 'i love when you meet me in the middle. six thirty it is, i'll reserve a table right now.' you grin, your plan is already rolling into motion.

his favorite dinner and when he leasts expects it, you're going to put your card down instead. it'll be your treat tonight. even if it's minor, it'll make you feel better.

at least you thought. dinner was excellent, the conversation was even better- you felt more connected to him tonight than you had in the past week. the second the bill came, you scrambled for it.

'oh, do you want to guess the total?' it's a small game you've both come up with, you each take a guess at the number to see who memorized the prices best. 'nope, i'm paying for this one.'

'cute. pass it over, angel.' he thinks you're playing, you refuse to hand the check back to him.

'it's on me tonight.'

'then pay with my card.' you shake your head, 'i'm using mine. dinner's on me, i mean it.' peter's uncomfortable but he's playing nice in public. 'no. give me the check, please.'

you hold it with a vice grip, he would have to pry it from you. 'i'm paying, peter.'

'no you're not. you don't pay for me, that's my job.' you grit your teeth in frustration before easing into a smile. 'not tonight, petey. let me take over.'

'not happening. give me the check.'

'no. i'm paying.' you won't let him win this one. you need this, you need to feel useful for something. 'angel, seriously, hand it over.'

'no.'

'i always pay, let me see it.' that's more than enough reason to keep it from him. 'exactly, let me get this one this time.' peter looks at you dead on, he's not budging. 'no.'

'you're not paying for this no matter what, peter. i wanted to treat you to dinner and i am.' he sighs, you know he's about to gentle parent you into giving him what he wants but you're prepared for it and you won't give in.

'go ahead and pay for it, i'm just going to send you the money for it.' your mouth parts, you didn't expect that curveball. 'if you do, i'm sending it back. double.'

'i'll block you from sending it back, don't test me.' you buffer in the silence, peter tries to grab the checkbook from your hands, you slide it underneath the table. 'i'm paying and you're not reimbursing me. got it?'

you have your card ready, the second you see the waiter you'll hand it over before peter can think about reaching for his wallet. 'you're not paying and that's final.'

'no, i'm paying and that's-'

'are we ready with the check or do we need some more time?' you grin at the waiter, he came right on time. you hand over the bill and your card, peter's card is outstretched with yours. the waiter looks between the two with an awkward smile, you push yours further out- peter opens his big mouth.

'don't take her card. use mine.'

'i'm capable of buying you a dinner!' your waiter's caught in the middle and on everything in you, you swear he went with peter because he's a man. 'use mine.' your waiter takes peter's card and swiftly leaves the table.

you're defeated. you slump back in your seat with crossed arms.

'i told you i was paying.' he's happy about it. the one thing you thought you could give him, he just took from you. you don't know if you're more mad at him or yourself. you blankly stare at the wall across from you. you stare at it when peter's card is returned, you stare at it as he signs the receipt, you stare at it while he asks if you're ready.

you move in silence. you have nothing positive and nothing negative to say. you feel beat down. 'and what do you do for him?' nothing. not even pay for a god damn dinner. peter swings his arm over your shoulder, you shrug it off a block down.

'wanna get some ice cream?' you shake your head. you don't want to force another expense on him. 'oh c'mon, you love something sweet after dinner. how about that chocolatier place next to the apartment?'

you think he can sense you're upset. 'i'll let you pay. how about that?' he knows you're mad about it and offering you to pay for a cupcake instead of a full blown dinner sounds like he's giving you peanuts.

'can you go to may's?' he looks confused. 'why? what's at may's?'

'hopefully you. unfortunately we live together and i don't want to be around you right now.' you can shut him out of the bedroom but it sucks knowing he's right there... probably doing something for you that he won't let you return the favor on.

'you're kicking me out because i didn't let you pay for dinner? that's a little extreme.' your guilt comes out as anger, it's not his fault but it is. 'no, peter, you're the extreme one. i'm supposed to marry you and you can't even let me buy you dinner? i'm going home, don't follow me.'

of course he's following you. 'this is a really stupid thing to argue over.'

'yeah, it is. so why are you?' if he thinks it's so stupid why wouldn't he just let you pay? couldn't he tell how much you needed it? 'i'm not fighting with you, angel. i just don't know why after five years buying me dinner is a hill you want to die on.'

'because! you, you- ugh! go to may's, i'm done with you.'

peter's been with you long enough he knows when to back off. 'fine. you win. i'll hang with may for a couple hours but i'm not sleeping there.' if he thinks that means anything to you, he has another thing coming. 'i'm locking the bedroom door, you can sleep on the couch.'

'are you-'

'serious? deathly. thanks for dinner, peter.' you made sure to end the argument on how it started, just in case he needed to ask himself how he got in his position. you take off into a small crowd and arrive home by yourself.

the small adrenaline rush you had settled, all you can think about is your fiance. he bought you dinner and you yelled at him. he paid for a meal and you kicked him out of the home he pays rent for. even when you're trying to do the right thing you failed.

you stare at your ring, think of peter's confused face and start crying. once you start, you can't stop. every negative thought and feeling you've harbored comes pouring out- you're nasty and you don't deserve peter.

and you damn well don't deserve his ring. not an expensive one. you're not worthy of it, you've given him nothing in return. turning the hall for your bedroom, you fall on your shared bed and feel worse thinking about how peter bought the new mattress.

he's tailored the last four- basically five years of his life to you and your wants and needs and you can't think of a damn thing you've given in return. you sob, your tears are salty and you're happy peter isn't there, if he was, holding you would make everything worse.

this was a private breakdown, the kind where you feel like you're about to throw up from crying too hard. you gasp for air, the ring on your finger feels choking. you rip it off your finger and slam it down on the nightstand, you can finally breathe. tears are still racing down your cheeks but you can think clear, everything screams that you need to tell your fiance.

you need to tell peter that you're not okay because now you're treating him like he isn't okay. and it's all because of the ring. you can try and cope with everything else but a two carat diamond on your hand was too far. you have the ring but no wifely duties, you just watch peter tend to your every need and feel more and more useless.

it feels good to cry about it. you feel less like a monster. you sniffle and catch yourself tearing up about it over and over, you squeeze your eyes shut- you think you fall asleep crying.

---

the tv is on when you wake up. the bedroom is dark but you can see a peek of light under the door, a soft candance of sound follows with it. peter's home and even though you didn't lock the door, he's respecting your space.

your ring is still on the nightstand. you have to give it back. and apologize to the person you love most. you hesitantly grip the gem in the palm of your hand, it feels heavier than normal, you're not sure if you're doing the right thing.

but you see that peter's still awake and folding the laundry you left in the dryer. you've never felt more sure. you don't deserve the ring. you don't deserve him.

'i thought you were down for the night.' you check the microwave for the time, it's a little after eleven. you're not sure how to tell him, seeing him fold your socks sends a pang to your heart. you hold out your hand, he does it back, your engagement ring falls into his palm.

'i don't want it.'

panic. instant, fucking, panic. 'what do you mean you don't want it? the ring? me? engagement? are you breaking up with me?' peter's chest rises and falls rapidly, all of a sudden your panic is matching his and you're crying again.

'angel, you really need to talk to me right now. why is your ring not on your finger? what does 'i don't want it' mean?' you shake your head, peter's trying to be the calm one but he's failing.

'why the fuck did you give me your ring back?'

you whimper, it sounds like you just got shot. you did the wrong thing. you keep messing up. 'i'm sorry! i'm sorry, i'll just-' you try to take it back, peter's hand closes around it. 'no. you don't give me your ring and tell me you don't want it just to take it back.'

'i didn't mean it, i swear i didn't mean it. i want it back!'

'you meant it enough to give it back! what the hell is happening?' you went too far, you're not sure how to take it all back. 'give me my ring back, peter!' you're fighting with him for it, it's a lost cause but you're not giving up.

'you can't walk up to me after a fight, tell me you don't want the ring and start crying and beg for it back when i question you. no, you're not getting it back.' you're trying to pry his fingers off it, struggling more and more with each passing second.

'you've been weird for the past week. are you getting cold feet? do you want to call off the engagement? i'm at such a loss right now, why the hell would you give me your ring back?' you're in a panic, everything is crumbling at your fingertips.

'because i don't like it!' peter stops fighting as hard, you gasp for air the second it's back on your finger. it feels like a bandaid on the situation but it's better than nothing when you're preparing for war.

'you don't like the ring?' he sounds sad. really, really sad. 'that's okay, angel. i wish you would've said something sooner but we can pick something else out.' you can't let him be this kind when he's sad. the truth has to come out.

you sit next to him on the couch and lay your head on his shoulder, sometimes hard things are easier to say if you're not looking at him.

'i love the ring, peter. i really do. i just don't deserve it.'

even if you missed wearing it for a few minutes, you feel ashamed looking at it. 'why wouldn't you deserve it?' you chew on the inside of your cheek, you don't know how to explain it without him brushing it off. you have real, valid concerns about the future you have with him.

'you're gonna think it's stupid.' you're soft spoken.

peter matches it. 'maybe. but tell me anyway.' you take a deep breath and close your eyes, the story spills out. it starts last week at brunch, you give him the side comments that fell into your internal crisis.

'-and when she asked 'what do you do for him' i couldn't think of one thing. so i kept thinking about it and i don't have anything. i use you, peter. you pay for the rent, you buy me anything i want, you make dinner all the time, you clean the dishes, and you gave me a big ass diamond i don't deserve. i don't deserve you.'

peter leans his head back against the couch, a deep breath follows. 'and when i refused to let you buy me dinner, it was the final straw.' it was a very small, fine straw but he didn't know the load you were carrying- of course it all fell apart right there.

'i want to spend the rest of my life with you. i just don't want you to wake up one day and regret it when you realize i don't do enough in return.' that's the biggest fear you have. the unspoken one that kept haunting you, that one day ten years from now, you'd wake up to an empty house with a pack of divorce papers.

'you're right, angel. i think it's stupid.' you restrain from telling him off, you're glad you did. 'but it doesn't sound stupid to you, so, as the person who asked you to marry them, do you want to hear why i think you deserve it?'

you nod against his shoulder. 'please.'

'because it's you. that's why you deserve it. you have had my back every day for the past five years, like, you're solidly in my corner. and i've never had that from another person before. if i have to cancel something for spider-man, you tell me not to say sorry for it. when i forgot my cheat sheet for my third year midterm, you ditched your class to bring me it. when i was sick a couple months ago, you called out of work to take care of me. when i helped may move in her new furniture, you were there before i was. you pack me lunch every day, with a note and every day when i come home i get greeted with an 'i missed you' and a kiss.'

you hope if you stay quiet he'll keep going. he does.

'that's something i can't repay you for. but i can take care of you and make your life easier, and that makes me feel better about it. you give me a reason to get out of bed in the morning, if anything you deserve a bigger ring.'

peter bragging about you made you feel a lot better. he thinks you give him more than enough, it's just in a different way. 'if we're being honest, the money stuff makes me a little uncomfortable, i feel like you're spending too much on me.'

it was never about the wedding or the ring, it was about how much you think you're really worth. 'that's where all the questions came from?' you nod, peter shifts around, you end up curled in even closer to his side.

'i just don't want you spending more money than you have to just because you think it's your job to provide for me.'

'if we're being honest, i have something to tell you.' your fears are true, you put peter into crippling debt. 'i wasn't sure how to tell you and you were going to find out eventually but... remember that trust fund my parents left for me that i got when i turned twenty one?' it's worse than you thought. he never got one, did he?

'yeah?'

'i don't know why i lied but i got a lot more than i actually told you.' you slowly raised your head up to look at him, he's nervous for your reaction. you're still processing what was said.

'peter, are we rich?' you watch his hand teeter back and forth, your jaw drops open. 'i was stressed out for an entire week about you paying rent and now you're telling me we have money?!'

you gasp, would you be able to accomplish every new yorker's dream? 'do we have house money?' peter corrects you quickly. 'okay, woah, calm down, we're not millionaires... but yes, we do have a down payment on a house money.'

you've been bamboozled. 'then where's the house?'

'wedding first, house second. whatever's leftover from the wedding we can put down on a house.' that made your decision real quick. 'courthouse. i want a three bedroom.'

'we can have a wedding and a three bedroom, i promise. once we get married it becomes our money and we can spend it however we want. but until then it's my money and i'm gonna make sure you get a wedding out of it.' you'll accept it but it still doesn't feel even.

'i just feel bad that you do everything and i barely do anything to repay you.' now that you noticed it you're not sure if you'll be able to notice it. 'what does do everything mean to you?'

'you pay the rent, you pay the bills, you pay for all our dates, you clean the dishes and cook dinner five night out of the week-' you point to the mess in front of you- 'you fold our laundry.'

'we already talked about rent and bills, that conversation is over. i pay for our dates because you buy the groceries, in case you forgot.' you might've. 'if you pay for it when we eat at home, i should pay for it when we go out. the other stuff is household chores, i live here, i should do those things. i make dinner because we have to eat, i clean dishes because they need to get washed, i fold the laundry because half of it is mine. do i really need to tell you how you do way more than me around here?'

it doesn't feel like you do so... 'yes.'

'you wash our sheets once a week and remake the bed, you make the bed every morning, every sunday you plan out our dinners and go shopping. i've never touched our vacuum, actually, i don't think i've ever adjusted a pillow on this couch either. you decorated for christmas and halloween, you're definitely the only one who's ever cleaned the shower and don't think i haven't noticed how since you've moved in i've never, not even once, run out of deodorant or toothpaste. i help with some stuff but you're the one that makes this a home, angel.'

you do all those things. and support peter with everything in you.

you do deserve the ring.

'so i really earned the wifey title?'

'more than earned. you were made for that role... in a non misogynistic way, of course.' you grin, you can't wait to marry him. 'i can't believe i didn't think i did enough. i'm kind of awesome around here, aren't i?'

'you're the reason we're able to run the routine so smoothly, all i do is keep the lights on.' you raise your eyebrows, 'maybe you're the one that doesn't deserve me.'

'you're probably right. that's why i gotta use the free rent ruse to trick you into staying with me.' you play gasp and show off the best piece of jewelry you'll ever be gifted. 'and you trapped me with a diamond.'

'if i keep you focused on the sparkle you won't notice my con man ways.' he must see you lost in the little rainbows. 'well, it's working.'

'good. let me know when it starts to wear off, i'll get you a bigger one.' you know he's joking but you don't want a bigger diamond, you like this one. it's perfect because it's the one he picked out for you.

'you know, sometimes bigger isn't better.'

#nerdy!peter drabbles #peter parker x reader #peter parker blurb

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tannedalien · 2 days ago

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Just finished reading "Accidentally sending mha ur nudes" And why did it eat so hard!?

UR LITTERALY AMAZING WTF!?!

Anyway- could you do mha boys getting baby fever?

Have a good day/night! ♡

i saw this request a while ago and was wandering how i'd do it for so long because as someone who doesn't actually want kids, this does nothing for me LMAO BUT i did the research and hopefully you girlies will love this !! mwuah

warning: nothing lol

sypnosis: bakugou, kirishima and iida are having extreme baby fever and they bring up the question, "would you ever have kids?" to reader, WHAT WILL HAPPEN NYEHEHEHE

╰┈➤ Bakugou Katsuki

Being with katsuki means you have no idea what his emotional cues are. he doesnt show how he feels alot. He usually keeps to himself so if he does have a problem or something he wants to talk to you about, he'd just wait for you to realise and bring it up yourself or until the problem is resolved.

So when you and him are sat eating pizza on your huge couch and he blurts out "You'd be a great mom" you're heart did backflips.

You blinked, not quite sure if you had heard him correctly. Katsuki didn’t exactly do well with feelings, and for him to just casually drop a bomb like that was... unexpected, to say the least. The smile on his face, though small, made your heart race in a way you hadn’t anticipated. It was like seeing a glimpse of something deeper, something softer in him that he usually kept hidden.

You put your slice of pizza down, the moment suddenly feeling too big to continue with something so trivial. "Katsuki… what do you mean by that?" you asked, trying to keep your voice steady, though your stomach was doing a strange, fluttery thing that you were too embarrassed to acknowledge.

He leaned back against the couch, chewing slowly, as though trying to figure out how to put it into words. “You’re good with kids,” he muttered, shrugging slightly. “The way you are with people, the way you care for them. You’re patient, even when they’re being little shits." His lips quirked into a half-smirk. "Could see it. You’d handle it fine."

You felt warmth spread through your chest at the compliment, even though it was coming from him in his usual blunt manner. It was a side of him that he rarely showed, and it made you feel like maybe he was offering a little piece of himself that he didn't often share. "Well… I don't know about all that," you said, trying to deflect, but the smile that tugged at your lips was hard to hide. "But, uh, thanks. I guess."

He gave a small, almost shy nod, before turning his attention back to his pizza, but you could tell he wasn’t entirely at ease either. The tension from earlier had faded, but there was still something lingering between you two now. You couldn't quite put it into words, but it felt like something important had just shifted.

After a long pause, you couldn't help but ask, "Do you think you'd be a good dad?" The words left your mouth before you could stop them, and you immediately felt a bit daft.

Katsuki's expression flickered for a moment, and you could tell he was thinking it over, unsure whether he wanted to entertain the idea. After a beat, he finally grunted. "Maybe. If the kid doesn't turn out like me, anyway."

You chuckled, reaching over to ruffle his hair lightly. "That's probably for the best, yeah."

He let out a huff but didn’t pull away from your touch, which you took as a silent sign that, despite his usual tough exterior, he didn't mind the rare moments when you got close like this. It was small, but in Katsuki's world, it felt like a huge step.

╰┈➤ kirishima eijirou

Eijirou Kirishima wasn’t one to keep things to himself. If he was feeling something—anything—he made sure everyone around him knew. But today? Today was different. There was a strange, giddy energy bubbling up inside him, and he wasn’t sure what to do with it. It had started a few days ago, and now, as you and he relaxed in the living room of your flat, he found it nearly impossible to ignore.

You were sitting cross-legged on the couch, scrolling through your phone, when Kirishima sat down beside you with a heavy sigh. He was unusually quiet, which was odd for him; his usual loud and boisterous personality was nowhere to be found. Instead, he seemed almost... pensive? His fingers drummed absently on the cushion between you, as though he was working through something in his mind.

"Hey, what's up with you?" you asked, glancing up from your phone. "You’ve been a bit off all day."

He flashed you a wide grin, but it was strained, almost like he was holding back a laugh—or something more serious. "Ah, you know, just... thinking," he said, rubbing the back of his neck, clearly unsure of how to start the conversation. "Thinking about... well, you’ll probably laugh."

You tilted your head curiously, setting your phone aside. "Well, now you've got my attention. What’s going on, Kirishima?"

He glanced at you out of the corner of his eye, his cheeks faintly pink. It was a rare sight—Kirishima, usually so confident, a little bashful. “So... I’ve been, uh, thinking a lot about... kids.”

Your eyebrows shot up, unsure if you had heard him correctly. "Kids?" you echoed. "Like, babies? You mean like—"

"Yeah! Babies." He blurted it out, his voice a little too high-pitched to be casual. He quickly cleared his throat, sitting up straighter. “Not just babies babies, but like... the whole idea of... you know. Being a dad one day.”

You sat there in stunned silence for a moment, your mind racing to process the unexpected admission. Kirishima had always been the sort to get excited about things, but this was new, even for him.

“Why?” you asked, a gentle smile tugging at your lips. You didn’t want to sound skeptical, but your heart skipped a beat at the thought of Kirishima—your lovable, boisterous boyfriend—thinking about fatherhood. "Where’s this coming from?"

He scratched the back of his neck, suddenly looking sheepish. "I don't know. I guess I’ve just been noticing things lately. Like... kids are kinda cute, yeah? And you know, when I see little ones with their parents, it makes me think... what if I had one of my own someday?"

You tried to hide your grin, but it was hard. Kirishima, the tough and often reckless hero-in-training, was having what could only be described as a serious case of baby fever.

“I was at the grocery store earlier," he continued, his voice growing more animated. "And I saw this little kid with his mum, and the kid was being all grumpy, you know? But the mum just bent down and talked to him all calmly, and the kid totally cheered up! It was like... wow, that’s really cool.”

You chuckled softly at his earnestness, your heart warming at how much he cared about the world around him, even in the little details. "Sounds like you're imagining yourself as that mum, huh?"

Kirishima’s eyes lit up, and before he could stop himself, he blurted out, “Yeah! But like, both of us! You and me, working together, raising a little one. I can just picture it—me playing with the kid while you make lunch, and we’d all laugh, and everything would be perfect!” He gave you a goofy, wide grin, his usual enthusiasm returning.

Your heart swelled. He was already imagining the family life with you—so effortlessly, without hesitation. And the idea of it was... well, it was enough to make you feel something deep in your chest.

"I mean," he added with a wink, "I know I’d make a killer dad. I’ve got the energy, right?" He flexed his arm, as if to show you just how ready he was to take on fatherhood. His smile was unshakable, but you could see the genuine excitement behind his eyes, the soft vulnerability that wasn’t usually there when he spoke about things this personal.

“You’d be an amazing dad, Kirishima,” you said, your voice soft. "But, uh, are you sure you’re ready for that kind of responsibility?"

“Hell yeah, I’m ready!” He said it with such confidence, his voice booming in the way it always did when he was all-in on something. "I mean, I might not know all the ins and outs of parenting yet, but I’ve got the heart for it! And I’ve got you by my side, right?" He turned to you, his hand sliding into yours, squeezing gently.

You looked into his eyes, feeling the sincerity behind his words. It was moments like these that made you realise just how much you meant to him. His loyalty, his drive, his desire to be the best he could be—it was all part of the same package, and it extended beyond just hero work. He wanted to build something with you, something real, something lasting.

“Maybe... maybe not just yet,” you said, teasing him gently, though your smile was full of warmth. “But I’d be lying if I said the idea didn’t sound kind of nice.”

He grinned, clearly relieved that you didn’t shut him down completely. "So... you’re saying there’s a chance?"

You squeezed his hand, leaning in closer. "Yeah, Kirishima. There’s a chance. But let’s start with getting through today first, yeah? I think we can handle just us two for now."

He laughed, his usual boisterous energy coming back full force. "Hell yeah! One step at a time, right? But, mark my words, when the time comes... you and me, we’re gonna be awesome at it."

You smiled, a quiet chuckle escaping your lips as you pulled him in for a hug. “I believe you.”

And as you held him there, you couldn’t help but imagine what the future might hold. Maybe it was far off, maybe it wasn’t even in the cards yet, but the thought of it—raising a family with Kirishima—was enough to make you feel like maybe, just maybe, this little dream of his didn’t seem so far-fetched after all.

╰┈➤ Tenya Iida

You and Tenya Iida had spent the day together, enjoying a quiet evening at his family’s home in the countryside. It was rare for the two of you to have such downtime, with both of you often consumed by schoolwork, training, and hero duties. But today, you had a rare moment to yourselves, and it felt almost surreal, like a fleeting moment of peace in an otherwise chaotic life.

The evening sky was painted in hues of pink and orange as the sun began to set, and the two of you sat on the porch of Iida’s house, the cool evening breeze rustling the trees around you. He was sitting next to you, his posture as straight as ever, but his usual stern, all-business attitude was softened by the serenity of the moment. You leaned back on the porch swing, content, with a cup of tea in your hands.

It was then that Iida’s voice broke the silence, sounding strangely... hesitant.

“Y/N, have you ever thought about... children?”

You blinked, your tea momentarily forgotten as you turned to face him. “Children?” you repeated, unsure if you’d heard him right. He was sitting there, as composed as ever, his glasses glinting in the fading light, but there was a faint pink tinge to his cheeks.

“Yes, children,” he repeated with an awkward cough. “You know, the... the future. Family. It’s just... something that’s been on my mind lately.”

Your heart skipped a beat, and you couldn’t help but chuckle softly. “Oh? You’ve been thinking about kids?”

He turned to you, his expression more serious now, but still clearly not fully comfortable with the subject. “Yes, I have. And... I wanted to ask your opinion on the matter.”

“Well, I can’t say I’ve been thinking about it much myself,” you said, your voice teasing, “but you’ve got my attention now. What brought this on, Iida?”

He adjusted his glasses, a habit he only did when he was particularly nervous or embarrassed. “I’ve been doing some... self-reflection lately. I’ve noticed how much joy my older brother Tensei has when he’s around his children. The way he and his wife interact with their little ones, how happy they are, it made me realise something.”

You leaned in, curiosity piqued. “What’s that?”

Iida paused for a moment, his expression thoughtful, almost distant. “I think... I think I’d like to have children one day. I’ve always focused so much on my duties, on being the perfect representative of the Iida family, on becoming a great hero, but perhaps there’s more to life than just those things.”

You were quiet for a moment, letting his words sink in. Iida, the ever-dedicated, disciplined class rep, admitting that his ambitions could extend beyond his role as a hero? It was a big revelation.

“Iida... that’s a lot to think about,” you said gently. “I mean, children are a huge responsibility.”

He nodded eagerly, his voice firm, as though he had already made up his mind. “Indeed. But I believe I could balance my hero duties with a family. After all, I have always strived to be a man of responsibility. And children are the future, aren’t they? They are a symbol of hope, of the legacy we leave behind.”

You blinked, surprised at how deeply he had thought about it. “I didn’t realise you were so... passionate about it.”

A small, shy smile spread across his face as he glanced over at you. “I suppose it’s not something I’ve shared much. But after seeing Tatsuya with his children, I realised that the joy they bring into the world is something... I’d like to experience for myself. Perhaps we could... raise a family one day?”

Your heart fluttered, and for a moment, you simply stared at him, trying to process his words. You had always known Iida was a man of principle, but hearing him speak so openly about family, about a future with children, caught you off guard. You never expected him to be so... tender about it.

“Well,” you said, a smile tugging at your lips, “I can’t say I’ve thought about it too much either. But the idea of having a family with you? Iida, that sounds... nice.”

His eyes widened, and his cheeks flushed a deeper shade of red. “R-Really?”

“Really,” you said, your smile growing. “You’d be a great father. You’ve got this strong sense of duty and a deep care for those around you. I think kids would love that.”

Iida’s face lit up at your words, and for the first time that evening, he looked completely at ease. The stiffness in his posture faded, and he let out a small, relieved laugh.

“I suppose I hadn’t considered how much work would go into raising a family. But I am determined,” he said, his voice brimming with conviction. “I would make sure that our children, if we ever had them, were raised with the utmost care, respect, and love.”

You reached out, resting your hand over his, feeling the warmth of his palm as you squeezed gently. “I know you would, Iida. I can see it already.”

He smiled at you, his usual seriousness replaced by a softness you rarely saw. “You’d be an excellent mother, Y/N. I’m certain of it.”

You couldn’t help but laugh softly at his words, feeling a warmth spread through you. “Well, I suppose we’d better start practising, then.”

“Practising?” he asked, a slight confusion in his voice.

“Yeah,” you teased, “if we’re going to have a family, we might as well start with something small... like a pet, maybe.”

Iida blinked at you, clearly caught off guard by the suggestion. “A pet?” he asked, his tone a mix of surprise and amusement. “I... suppose that might be a good first step.”

You grinned at him. “We can start with something easy. Maybe a dog. Or a cat. Get used to the whole ‘responsibility’ thing first.”

Iida stared at you for a moment, his smile widening slowly, before he let out a deep, contented sigh. “A dog, you say? I suppose... I could live with that.”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “You’ll make a wonderful father, Tenya Iida. And I’ll be right there with you, every step of the way.”

He blushed at the kiss but smiled all the same. "I look forward to it, Y/N. Truly."

And as the sun dipped lower on the horizon, you both sat there, side by side, quietly contemplating a future that, while uncertain, felt a little more possible than before.

AHHHH THIS TOOK LIKE 2 WEEKS BUT I LOCKED IN BC I FORGOR ABOUT IT LOWKEY

anyways i love yall please please please send requests in cause you love me yayyyy

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terresdebrume · 1 day ago

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I mean... Possibly yes, but won't that make things easier for people to find the fics they're actually looking for? If all the movies are in the same tag then unless the summary or tags specify who's captain America, there's a decent chance that you won't know for sure who's wearing the costume unless you actually start reading the fic... And since individual movies no longer have their own tag, you can't filter on that as easily either unless it becomes an additional tag

By being able to specify you want the Anthony Mackie movie you can refine your search to fics where Sam is already Captain America way more quickly than if you couldn't or that if everything was just All Media Type

Other benefits I can think of off the top of my head:

Probably easier to dodge iffy or outright insulting takes on Sam (since I imagine the people who will write in the AM continuity fandom will probably not be the ones shitting their pants about a Black captain America)

Easier to observe fandom statistics and analysis on what fics people chose to write/publish with more accurate results (since you wouldn't be as easily able to filter between Falcon!Sam and Captain!Sam if not for the fandom division)

Easier to find meta posts or articles discussing specifically the Sam Wilson movies than if the meta is just "generic Captain America movies"

I mean I might be missing things here and I'm happy to learn but also from an organisational standpoint this actually makes sense to me

I mean, it's not like we don't have three different sets of Spider-Man movies under the Spiderman All Media Type (Tobey Maguire Movies, Tom Holland Movies, Miles Morales (animated) movies)

Eta: my bad, the individual movies still have their own tag

All the same, I still think that unless you're looking for a specific movie's time frame, being able to filter out the fics where Steve is (very likely to be) Captain America when you want to read about Captain!Sam Wilson is good

Although now that I think on it it might make AUs where Sam is Cap in the events of the Winter Soldier a bit harder to find... You could tag it with both Anthony Mackie movies and Winter Soldier I guess, but that's still not ideal

Still, I think for the majority of cases it'll make things easier to sort through

On Your Left! — Changes to Captain America Fandom Tags

Hello! In the near future, Marvel tag wranglers will be updating fandom tags on AO3 to separate the upcoming Captain America movies featuring Sam Wilson as Captain America from the trilogy of films with Steve Rogers as Captain America.

To do this, we will be renaming the fandom Captain America (Movies) to Captain America (Chris Evans Movies) and creating a new fandom named Captain America (Anthony Mackie Movies). Both will be made subtags of Marvel Cinematic Universe and Captain America - All Media Types.

In summary:

Captain America (Chris Evans Movies) will refer to the 2011, 2014, and 2016 movies featuring Steve Rogers, Peggy Carter, and Bucky Barnes.

Captain America (Anthony Mackie Movies) will refer to the 2025 movie Brave New World featuring Sam Wilson and Joaquín Torres. This fandom tag will also refer to any sequel Captain America movies starring Sam Wilson in the title role.

Fans interested in reading about both movie series can include both Marvel Cinematic Universe and Captain America - All Media Types in tag filtering. The current fandom tag for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier (TV), which is a subtag of Marvel Cinematic Universe but not Captain America - All Media Types, will also be unaffected by these changes. We’ve included more details of our reasoning below, which better explains why we’re making this change.

Why are you making two separate fandom tags? Can’t everyone just keep using “Captain America (Movies)”?

Despite both having the superhero name “Captain America” and the same continuity, fundamentally the main character has changed between the original trilogy and the new 2025 movie. We also wanted to hopefully make it easier for fans to differentiate between which movies and continuities they’re discussing. Many Sam Wilson fans will likely want to filter for the movie where he’s the central focus; conversely, many Steve Rogers fans will likely want to filter out movies where he doesn’t appear.

We’re specifically using “Chris Evans” and “Anthony Mackie” in the fandom tags as they’re the most recognizable and consistent aspect of the movies. There’s no consistent set of directors between all Chris Evans Captain America movies, and actor names are much more recognizable than including multiple years in the fandom tags. This style of making fandom tags named after actors is similar to other fandoms on AO3. For example, there are many James Bond movie fandom tags which differentiate via the actors’ names.

The Marvel Cinematic Universe is also not the only time Captain America has been adapted to the big screen: there’s a 1944 movie starring Dick Purnell, a 1979 movie starring Reb Brown, and a 1990 movie starring Mat Salinger. The current fandom tag Captain America (Movies) is worded in a way that technically encompasses these unrelated movies as well. It doesn’t make sense for these unrelated continuities to share one fandom tag, so we would have changed the existing Captain America (Movies) tag to be more specific regardless of the release of Brave New World.

Like we mentioned above, fans interested in reading about both MCU movie series at once can filter for both Marvel Cinematic Universe and Captain America - All Media Types.

Why Mackie Movies instead of Brave New World?

The movie title has already changed several times in between promotion and release. It’s also highly likely Marvel will make sequel movies. Formatting the tag as Captain America (Anthony Mackie Movies) prevents the disruption of renaming the fandom tag in the future.

We will be creating an Additional Tag for Captain America: Brave New World, similar to how there are Additional Tags for Movie: Captain America: The Winter Soldier (2014) and Movie: Spider-Man: No Way Home (2021). We hope the Additional Tag will help fans filter for specific movies within the broader series of movies.

Why does Brave New World get a separate fandom tag while First Avenger, Winter Soldier, and Civil War would still share?

Captain America: The First Avenger, Captain America: The Winter Soldier, and Captain America: Civil War all encompass the trilogy centering around Steve Rogers. While Captain America: Brave New World is also set in the same continuity, the main character and actor has changed, and the role of Sam Wilson has changed from being a supporting character to the main focus.

It’s likely that Marvel will release sequel movies to Brave New World, which will not receive separate fandom tags and would instead also be covered by the new Captain America (Anthony Mackie Movies) tag. We hope that separating the fandom tags now will prevent the messiness of renaming tags again in the future, and also allow fans to filter for works that focus on the specific Captain America they are looking for.

(From time to time, ao3org posts announcements of recent or upcoming wrangling changes on behalf of the Tag Wrangling Committee.)

#ao3 #Like...?#idk it makes sense to me #If all the James Bond movies had big fandoms I would also divide them by which actor plays Bond and they're all painfully white and British

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pricegouge · 3 days ago

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unfortunately due to @quarterlifekitty @angellake and @fulltacs yammering at me about these posts, i can't stop thinking about price and a little fairy sized reader so uh. here's this very specific ass thing.

unlucky foot

cw: f!reader. microphilia, abduction, dubcon/noncon, overstimulation, objectification, orgasm control. oral, but make it as weird as possible i guess. noncon bodymod. he's cut off her wings but it's off-screen and not described. extremely wrong fairy lore MDNI

his name is price. you've only gathered that recently, after overhearing so many of his conversations. he'd never bothered to introduce himself, had simply snuck up on you in his garden one day, sudden shadow eclipsing the warm wash of sun over your naked skin the only warning you got before he'd snatched you up in rough fingers, his grip crumpling a wing so you couldn't escape even of you'd managed to wriggle your way free. he'd since cut them off entirely, a phantom ache in your back every time your nerves kick in, make you flighty.

well, try to, at least.

mankind has a way of stripping the world around them bare, taking the essence of creature and leaving it limping away. call it a mercy to have let it live. rabbits and their feet, etcetera. fairy honey - the slick that drips from between your thighs, nectar-sweet and filled with the addictive zing of magic - is your unlucky foot. it's what got you caught in the first place, got the freedom of mobility ripped from you. your trapper even wears it like a status symbol.

you've met other unfortunate fairies since being with him. they all stared at you in pity from between the bars of the cages they were locked in. price didn't even bother with one, kept you tucked into his breast pocket when not in use because he knew you would never make it far. a fall from his pocket alone might kill you, the towering beast. still, the pocket is preferable. a lack of wings isn't the only thing that draws pity from your fellow captives.

"me, ah like mah honey best in mah tea," the man declares. soap, price has called him. an odd name for such a vulgar man. "perfect amount of sweetness. an' my girl, she's always ripe first thing in the morn'."

the girl tosses her head at his words, embarrassed. or maybe at his ministrations, blunt fingertip working between her legs as she arches and cried under him, her honey leaking onto his finger, copious enough it drips down to his knuckle when he leaves her squirming, unsatisfied, just to swirl his dirty finger into his steaming drink. you hope it burns, sloughs his finger tip right off. he barely even flinches.

on the table, shaking pleasure, his girl composes herself enough to try crawling away. she doesn't make it very far before being dumped back into her cage, but even still you envy her.

price's teeth clench around you, blunted edges of his molars dimpling your skin, holding you in place off to the side of his mouth so he can use his tongue for its intended purpose for once, growling a response in a voice deep enough to rattle around your skull. you don't think you'll ever be used to it. "don't need all the fanfare."

by fanfare he means food. drink, maybe. anything to dilute the potency. most humans, they milk their girls much like soap had, work them until their shaking in overstimulation and dripping like a font. price had never bothered with the middle man, preferred a direct line to his greatest addiction, kept you tucked under his tongue more often than not, the itchy hairs of his mustache tickling your nipples. he'd suck on you occasionally, tongue your cunt as an afterthought when he remembered you weren't one of the thick cigars he sometimes smoked - that you needed more to give him what he wanted. at least he's quite accommodating, when he does remember.

soap reminds him, it seems, his throaty groan when he tips back his cup enough to have price hollowing his cheeks. your cunt pulses lazily, the traitor, skin gone sensitive and pruney with his saliva. he's been doing this all morning, sufficing himself on the slow leak of honey he draws from you rather than a proper dose. you kick at him feebly, one leg trapped between his teeth as the other tries to fend off his tongue. he's well-used to your antics by now, simply shifts you up to roof of his mouth so your soft belly scrapes threateningly across his incisors before letting you settle into the bowl of his jaw. his tongue widens when he pulls it back towards his throat, bullies into your core until you're bandy-legged, sprawled so wide around the muscle that your toes catch on his molars. he suckles at you again, hard. enough so that you can feel it tugging at every inch of you, enough that it draws you minutely further into his mouth. his lips are soft, slick. not the worst thing he's ever slid you across.

"likes tha', does she?"

price shrugs, pushes you off to the side of his mouth again. "likes it enough," he replies, much to soap's amusement, and works his tongue against you expertly as if to prove his point. it's hard to stay stoic even when you want to, his tongue so hot and overwhelming. you're too busy trying to keep your moans stifled to notice how he twists you, rolling your around until his bottom teeth dig up under your ribs, uncomfortable enough that you try to push against his chin just to keep your weight off them.

he doesn't make you suffer for long, at least. a hairy finger wedges under your belly, another hooking over your back. he pulls you from between his teeth like he'd hold a cigar, your plump ass on display for him when your legs fall from his mouth. you hang there, limp, the fight gone from you even as you can't meet the other fairy's eyes. you just want to cum, want him to return you to his pocket so you can burrow into the warmth of it and hide your naked body from his friend's prying eyes. instead, he twists his hand around to show soap the shine of your honey leaking from your cunt, graciously offers the man a taste.

you shudder and huff when soap's tongue drags over you, face burning with the realization that price doesn't even care enough to notice your pleasure.

soap groans again, deeper than before, like he suddenly finds his tea insufficient. "got ye'self a sweet one," he praises, and john hums in agreement, thumbs some more slick from your cunt just to lick it clean.

"and pretty," he adds, turning you about on his palm so he can show you off properly, callused finger ghosting over your exposed belly. "could use some piercings, though, what do you think? get her nipples done so i don't harm my teeth... get her a nice chain. could turn her into a necklace."

#I DON'T KNOW WHAT THIS IS #dubcon cw #noncon cw #please send an ask if you think anything else needs to be tagged #price x reader #pricesoap x reader #fairy!reader

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hwonnrinji · 23 hours ago

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XOXO, UR ANNOYING SPIDEY — M.S.

'' every time i'm walkin' out , i can hear you tellin' me to turn around .ᐣ.ᐟ ''

── • when the friendly neighborhood spider-girl find ways to annoy you, with love of course!

── • fluff , taking care of wounds , kissing (poorly written imo) , one argument (hurt/comfort)

── • thought i'd switch up my style for a min and see how it looks. divider cr: @cafekitsune

── ♪ now playing : sunflower – post malone, swae lee

🕸️ .WEBSTRING. ゜– prologue

"LOOK AT HER! ISN'T SHE SO PRETTY?" hanni points to one of the cheerleaders, totally enamoured by her beauty. frankly, you couldn't care less because you were too busy thinking about a certain ginger cheerleader who was currently missing from the sidelines. hanni notices your distracted behavior and smiles smugly at you. "you miss megan don't you?" she wiggles her eyebrow in amusement like what she said was the funniest thing ever.

you snap your head towards her with a sharp glare, your eyes narrowed and threatening– with no actual malicious intent. "shut up, no i don't. you're getting the wrong idea," you argued. your chin was on the palm of your hand, your elbow resting on your knee. hanni only rolls her eyes and goes back to watching the game.

"what are you thinking of then?" she questions. you merely shrug.

"the cheerleaders are about to perform but she's not here."

"mm, sad you can't see her dance around?" now it was your turn to roll your eyes, your free hand coming up to push her head away. "it's not like that," you say. "i'm gonna go to the bathroom." you got up from the bleachers and left hanni alone to mumble insults by herself. upon entering the restroom, you saw megan trying to get out of a– spider-girl suit? why in the world would she have that?

"shit, shit, i'm gonna be so late," she rambles, unaware of your presence. when she turned around to be met with your face, her eyes widened in shock and her lips parted. "you're not... you're not supposed to see this.."

"you're spider-girl?" you point an accusing finger at her as if she wasn't wearing the suit right in front of your eyes. "i can explain!" megan exclaims. "what's there to explain, you're literally wearing–"

"ok, later! i'm gonna be late to the cheer performance. can you just... help me out of this?" she pleads, holding both of her hands up as she tried to reason with you. "i don't get out of this suit well under pressure."

"...yeah, i-i guess." you walk over to her and began to help her get out of the suit. once she was out, she looks more like a high schooler in her cheer uniform than some superhero saving the city. "i'll pay you back somehow, uh..."

"yn."

"yn! i'll pay the favor back soon," she promised. "you save the city already, there's no need–" you were interrupted by megan.

"no! no, i should! i can, uhm, swing you around the city if you want." the offer was tempting, but with your fear of heights, you weren't exactly sure. "think about it! thank you, again." she stuffs the suit back into her backpack and dashed towards the door. before fully leaving, she pauses and looks back with a smile on her face. "see you around, pretty?"

you almost choked on air when she called you that. it was totally out of the blue! "okay..." you nod. when she finally left, you let out a shaky breath, your hand clamping over your mouth. you can see the pinkish tint of your cheeks through the mirror, and you can feel the warmth and your heart beating through your chest. megan was so smooth for someone with no conscience of their actions, and it somehow made you a blushing mess. "how annoying."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

🩹 .ADHESIVE. ゜

THREE KNOCKS ON YOUR WINDOW distracted you from your textbooks. it was weird, and fairly creepy, that something was knocking on your window considering how late it was. you grab one of your heavy dictionaries and got up from your seat, holding the book near yourself as you lifted your blinds. it was a dumb move but the person outside was even dumber. "what're you doing here, spidey?" you asked after you opened the window, seeing megan standing there, clutching her side.

"oh? nickname basis already?" megan chuckles, but it sounded weak. she was a coughing fit not even a few seconds later. even breathing made her chest hurt. "you said you're in a medical program right?" you nod, unsure of what megan wanted from you. "can you help me?"

"do you always need help?"

"i'm serious! look!" she shows you the deep cut underneath her hand, blood dripping down her fingers as she held her side. your eyes widened in concern and you immediately pull her in, opening the window wider for her to enter. "what the fuck did you do?" you exclaimed while your eyes took in all of the scrapes and bruises. megan only shrugs, and you fight back every urge to hit her.

"i saved the day?"

"yeah, no shit sherlock. it was rhetorical." not wanting blood to stain your bed, you sat her down on your chair at your desk. fortunately, you kept a first aid box in your drawer. "don't make too much noise. my parents are asleep and they don't need to know spider-girl is in my room."

"you got it, ma'am." her hand came up to do a salute but it was hurting too much to keep it there. "ow.."

"i need this suit off," you said, but the smug grin and teasing look on megan's face makes you want to punch her. "stop with that look. i'm being deadass right now. i can't treat your wounds correctly."

"okay, okay, sorry..." it took about five minutes to get her out of the suit, four minutes longer compared to the first time, mostly due to how she was whining in pain. by the time the suit was off, she was left in a t-shirt and shorts. "jesus, you look like adam sandler," you pointed out.

"was that necessary?" megan frowned.

"no, but it had to be said." you opened the first aid box and grabbed a nearby cloth, making sure it's clean before putting it on her cut and applying slight pressure onto the wound. megan winces in pain, throwing her head back on the chair.

"i'm being as gentle as i can, you crybaby. stay still!" you scolded. when the bleeding was reduced to a minimum, you removed the bloody cloth from her cut, grimacing upon seeing the fabric soaked in red fluid. "oh my god.." you toss the cloth somewhere else, deciding it'll be a future you problem. right now, you're focused on wrapping bandages around her.

you lift her shirt, ordering her to hold it up for you, before grabbing the roll of bandages in the med kit. you unroll it and placed it over her wound, wrapping around her stomach a few times. once done, you got up and went over to your closet, getting one of your oversized shirts for megan– since she was taller than you by a whole lot. you toss her the shirt and turned around to let her change.

"you don't have to turn around, y'know?" she said while putting on the shirt.

"i feel obligated to," you shrugged. "that's stupid," she laughed. "ok, you can turn around now." you turned around to face her but all the air gets knocked out of your lungs. who knew she would look nice in your clothes, let alone look better in it than you do. "what? do i look pretty?" megan taunted.

"yeah– no. what?" you stuttered, blinking a couple times to get your act together. she only chuckles and shake her head, leaning back into the chair. you noticed how her face was pretty messed up and felt the need to take care of that too. "how well do you do with rubbing alcohol?" you ask vaguely. she seemed to have gotten the memo based on how terrified she looked.

"no! no. no. we're not doing that." she tried to protest but you were already soaking a cotton ball with the liquid. "yn..." she begged, clasping her hand together. "you don't have to be so cruel!"

"except for the fact i'm not cruel? you're just whiny." you dab at a cut on her cheek, and a hiss comes through her lips, her fingers gripping onto the arms of the chair to keep herself from whacking your arm away. "spidey, i swear to god if you don't sit still..." your patience was thinning at her squirming, but a part of you couldn't help but feel bad. "come on, i promise it'll be over in a jiffy."

megan was hesitant but eventually nods, giving into your sweet coaxing. over the course of about three minutes, megan felt like she was traveling to and back from hell. the burns of the alcohol was seeping into the cuts around her face, a deep frown implanting itself onto her forehead. "is it done? are we done? am i done?"

"almost." you throw the cotton ball into the trash, taking a mental note to throw away the trash and cloth in the morning. "just a few more small bandaids and you can rest." megan whines as you began to placed tiny bandaids on her wounds, wanting the night to be over with. "there. now, we're officially done."

megan internally cheers but remembered she has to go back home. maybe she could've treated her own wounds at her place instead of being fifteen minutes away from the comfort of her bed. "can i sleep over?" your head snaps towards her, a bewildered look in your eyes. you've never agreed to any of this and only did it out of the kindess of your own heart. so why couldn't you deny her request?

"...yeah. sure. you've had enough on your plate for one night." you went over to your bed, fixing up a couple things to make space for her. you placed a pillow and a blanket on the floor next to your bed. "i'll sleep on the floor."

"what? why? it's your bed," megan argued, getting up from the chair, putting the pillow and blanket back on the bed. "it'll be fine, right?" you couldn't come up with an excuse as to why sleeping in the same bed would be a bad idea, so you gave in. "guess not..." you mumble. you climbed in first, your side pressed against the wall as you tried to keep a reasonable amount of space between you two.

megan giggled and got in afterwards, staying on her side of the bed. there was an awkward moment until megan looks at you and opens her arms. you stared at her in disbelief, but you also wanted to be held by her. "come here," she beckoned. you shake your head and she kept persisting. it went back and forth for a while until megan had enough and pulled you in herself, tucking your head in her chest. "see? was it that hard?" she teased when she felt you melt into her.

"shut up, you're so annoying."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

💬 .FIRST QUARREL. ゜(suggestive)

MEGAN WAS TOO PROTECTIVE. she was constantly checking up on you during patrol or getting distracted trying to see if you're safe or not, resulting in her getting heavily injured. you were flattered at first, but it has gotten way too out of hand. you couldn't even go out with her not watching your every move from a nearby rooftop or whatnot!

you were walking in the streets, your mind wandering of how you could talk about this to her, ignoring the buzzing of your phone. suddenly, a loud noise roared behind you and a loud stomp made it feel like an earthquake was happening. you turned around to see some funny looking guy in a suit the size of hulk, his vision trained on you.myou swallowed hard, your feet slowly backing up with every step the villain took towards you.

spider-girl swings in a second later, her foot colliding with his face, sending him down. the fall was quite hard since the suit was heavy and practically made out of metal. megan quickly rushed over to you, pulling you into the nearby alleyway. "what're you doing? i texted you multiple times to go somewhere safe!"

"well i didn't see them! so stop blaming me so much!" you snapped, your hands shoving her chest, pushing her back. she moves your hand away a little roughly. "if you checked your phone, you would've!" she argues.

"megan, have you ever thought that you're too protective? because you are! every waking moment is you checking if i'm okay when i am!" you let out a frustrated huff, your hands on your hips. "it's getting annoying."

"i'm just watching out for you! you're a huge target since an enemy saw you with me!" her voice falters for a moment before she recollected herself. "i almost lost you once, and i'm not taking any more risks!" she referred to when you got kidnapped and held hostage, which made you end up in the hospital with serious injuries. you were barely breathing when she found you. "if i had arrived a minute later then, you wouldn't be here right now."

"that was then. spidey, it's been six months–"

"six months or not, it could've happened again today!" she raised her voice, surprising you a little. "you don't know the other universe i've been to, and in every single one of them, you weren't here with me." her resolve was slightly cracking, her chest rising and falling with every sentence she shouted at you. your lips parted in shock, your brain short-circuiting for a hot minute.

"i..." you stammered. you remember her talking about it a while ago, and how it scared her for a long period of time. you knew it was a sensitive topic. your hands cautiously held her face, your thumb rubbing her cheek over her mask. "but i'm here with you, right now, in this universe." she leaned into your touch while listening to your words carefully. "you don't have to worry so much."

"but i have to."

you shake your head, your fingers lifting her mask to only reveal her lips. "no you don't. deep down, if you think i'm safe and sound, then i most definitely am, okay?" you lean in and place a soft, reassuring kiss on her lips. you were about to pull away when megan places her hands on your waist, pulling you closer to her body. your eyes flutter closed and you relaxed into the kiss, your arms wrapping themselves around her shoulders.

you tilt your head to the side as your arms tightened around megan, feeling like there was too much space between you. a small whimper escaped her lips and it drove you crazy. the sound of your lips on each other filled the quiet alleyway. your nails dug into her back when she broke away and trailed down to your neck, her lips peppering featherlight kisses onto the curve of your jaw.

her thumbs snuck its way under your shirt, grazing the soft skin of your stomach. you arched your back a little further, letting her pull you flush against her front. your hands slid down slowly, from her back to her shoulders to her chest, clutching on her suit as you move your head to give her easier access to your neck. until a loud ringing tone from megan's phone broke you two away from each other. megan groans and takes her phone out, seeing it's the police needing her to help clear up the scene and to calm down the civilians.

"well... i gotta go..." she began, looking at you with a knowing look. "but..."

"you know where you should be tonight," you said. she grins and plants another kiss on your lips. "you bet i do."

-ˋˏ✄┈┈┈┈

🤍 .ALL YOURS. ゜(slightly suggestive at end)

A SOFT KNOCK AT YOUR WINDOW let you know that megan was outside on the fire escape right outside your room. you smile to yourself, hanging the towel you were using to dry your hair over your chair. you walked over to the window, opening your blinds and lifting the glass upwards.

"hey, ma," megan greeted when you opened the window. she was upside down, her hands holding onto the web at held her up. you only rolled your eyes playfully, your elbows coming to rest on the window frame. "what're you doing here, spidey?" you ask but there was no signs of you wanting her to leave.

"what? can't i see my favorite girl?" her head leaned in and placed a soft, lingering kiss on your lips despite her mask still fully covering her face. you giggle at the absurdity of it all, your hands reaching up to lift her mask to reveal her lips.

"kiss me properly, idiot," you demanded playfully. megan listens and leaned in again, your lips officially connecting with hers. the kiss was tender, gentle– anything you would describe a kiss full of love. when you break away, you could only laugh, your head dipping and your shoulders shaking. "i can't with you being upside down," you chuckled.

"i can get down if you want." she didn't even wait for your answer when she let go of the web and landed on the fire exit with a small thud. you moved aside to let her climb through the window, making sure to make as little noise as possible so you both don't wake up your parents. "how's my angel?" she questions, her arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you into another kiss.

"never been better," you giggled, your head tilting up to meet her lips. "what about my pretty girl? everything alright? no injuries?"

"all clean and safe." she raised her hands up in mock surrender, showing no signs of serious wounds. your smile only widened and you engulf her into a hug. she hugged you back immediately, her arms wrapping around your torso, her hands resting on the small of your back. she buried her nose into your hair, inhaling the scent of your shampoo mixed with your natural calming scent. "you smell so good, baby."

"do i?" you ask, flattered. she nods, her finger brushing away the stray hairs from your face. "i need to dry my hair."

"no, keep it like this. at least for a couple more minutes," she pleaded, smelling your hair again. "it smells really good."

"i can always give you my shampoo."

"mm, i like it better on you." you laugh, your head falling onto her shoulder. "have i ever told you how annoying you are, spidey?" you ask. megan pretends to ponder before lamely putting up her index finger like a nerd. "you have. multiple times. but i'm your annoying spidey, aren't i?"

"mhm," you hum softly, pecking her on the lips. "you're all mine."

"well i hoped i was." she gently places a hand on your chest, pushing back onto your bed. she crawled on top of you right after, her lips already sucking on your neck hungrily. "i'm afraid your hair won't be dry for a while," she murmured, her voice muffled by your skin.

"i'm fine with that."

– fin. –

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captain-huggy-bear · 3 days ago

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Little Moments

Pairing: Jack Hughes x Fem!Reader

Warnings: Jack occasionally making more mature jokes cause he's just a silly guy

Summary: Jack finds out he's going to be a dad for the first time, maybe he's a little overexcited aka a collection of snapshots throughout your pregnancy.

Notes: Nonnie gave me the confidence to try writing Jack, I'm hoping it's okay...also the jelly cat mentioned is here

Nappies = diapers

Totally happy to take requests/ideas/prompts at the moment in my ask box :)

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When they ask you to take a pregnancy test at the hospital because you've been violently sick for 2 weeks, you scoff. You can't be pregnant because Jack and you haven't been trying and you've been using two forms of contraception. It's nigh on impossible for you to be pregnant, statistically speaking it's just not going to happen.

It's not that either of you don't want children, god knows you do, but you're recently married and you wanted some time to settle into that role and dynamic, the new house as well, without an additional person...especially because you knew without a doubt that once you had one, Jack would want another baby, and another, and another. You'd never be just Mr and Mrs Hughes again, it would be Mr and Mrs Hughes and their children.

It's the amount of care that you've both put in to avoiding pregnancy that makes you so certain you're not. So you expect the test to come back negative.

But, there you are...sat on the edge of a hospital bed, slippers almost falling off your feet because Jack couldn't find yours so he brought you his, staring at a pregnancy test with two clear, solid lines.

Pregnant.

Pregnant when statistically it should be improbably, nigh on impossible. Pregnant when you've been married a month...pregnant because your husband is clearly ridiculously fertile. Of course Jack would be, the amount he wants kids and family, it was probably some genetic advantage. Of course you'd marry the one guy who could knock you up when actively trying not to do so.

You don't look up when he enters your hospital room, arms full of snacks and drinks, cap on backwards keeping his hair out of his baby blue eyes. He looks far too cozy and far too sweet for a man who's about to put your body through some extreme changes.

"So, I got you some M&Ms and a orange juice..." Jack trails off noticing the way you're sat, hunched over, staring at your hands, "You okay, baby?"

"Um, I..."

"What's wrong?" Jack's quick to drop everything on the hospital bed, moving between your legs, hands smoothing up and down your thighs. His eyes dip down to the test in your hands, the two strong lines he can see, so strong that there's very little doubt what the result is. The dots starting to connect for him, you being sick for 2 weeks straight, you being tired all the time, wanting to eat foods you normally wouldn't...the ridiculous amount of sex you had on your honeymoon even though you both were using protection, "Are...are you..."

"Yeah..." You finally meet his eyes, the hopefully little look on his face makes you feel mildly better because you can see how hard he's trying to contain his excitement. It's clear from the way he bites his bottom lip, from the way Jack's fingers grip your thighs to stabilise himself.

"Well, fuck..." Even as he says it there's a little smile starting at the corners of his mouth, teeth starting to show, eyes starting to crinkle.

"Yeah,"

There's a beat of silence. You processing the fact that right now there is a human being growing inside you, part you, part Jack and him watching you for your reaction. Jack can't say he's not nervous, not when you don't look overjoyed and it's that apprehension that has him trying to get a laugh out of you.

"Guess I have strong swimmers, huh?"

"Jack!" You whack his shoulder with your hand and he catches it, thumb stroking over your wedding band even as you glare at him. He can't help but stand a little closer, your legs pushing further apart so he can fit.

"What? C'mon, that's impressive right? Condoms, the pill and you still got pregnant?" He's grinning at you proudly, like it's a badge of honour to have managed to knock you up despite trying to avoid that happening at all costs.

You groan out loud, head falling to Jack's chest, forehead pressing into the centre of his hoodie. His hands come up to the back of your head, stroking over your hair soothingly before trailing over your shoulders, down your back. He's gentle, soft with it and had you been able to see you would have seen his expression shift to one of anxious worry, apprehension at your less than excited reaction.

"A...are you...are you not happy, baby?" He's scared that you'll turn around and tell him you don't want the baby, that this isn't what you want. Sure you've talked about the possibility of kids in the future, but neither of you were expecting to have this happen right now. It's a lot for anyone, especially for the person who's body is doing all the hard work. He'd understand if you weren't happy, even though he desperately wants you to be.

"I...I'm just shocked. I want a baby with you, of course I do, you'd be such a good dad...but, I guess I wasn't planning on it right now and I'm..." You're mumbling into his chest as he strokes down your back, your arms wrapping around his waist tight to give you some sense of comfort as your entire world is turned upside down by the reality that you're going to be a mum sooner rather than later.

"You're?"

"Scared...what if I do something wrong? What if I'm a bad mum?"

"Angel, look at me," You finally look up at him, chin resting on his sternum and he looks down at you like you're talking crazy, big blue eyes wide and honest, "You are going to be amazing. You're going to be the best mum...and we're going to have a baby!"

It's his excitement, the grin that reaches Jack's eyes that has you finally cracking a smile up at him. That familiar giddy sensation of joy filling your chest because you're having a baby with Jack...with your husband and yeah, maybe this is sooner than you would have liked, but you still wanted a baby with him and...and he's so excited and he's so good with kids and you'd give him an entire hockey team of babies if he asked.

"Yeah, I hope they have your eyes." You smile up at him and suddenly all that fear, all that apprehension that you weren't going to be happy about this goes, suddenly he knows that it's going to be all good, all okay.

"Yeah, baby?"

"Mmm, you have such pretty eyes."

"Well, I hope they look like you...my pretty wife....and I'll teach them how to skate, and how to play hockey, oh and take them out on the lake in the summer!"

Suddenly it doesn't feel quite so scary, with Jack rambling about all the things he's going to do with your child and how he can't wait to tell his parents and his brothers. Leaning against him, just looking up and watching how excited he is, puts to bed any fear because you're not doing this alone, you've got your husband and it'll be okay.

Jack's got you. Both of you.

"What's that?"

"The results..." The envelope shakes in your hands as Jack comes in from the cold, taking his hat off and throwing his puffer jacket over the back of a chair.

"The...the sex of the baby?" You'd done a blood test 2 weeks ago to find out the sex of the baby, too eager to wait another 2 months for the ultrasound to be able to tell.

"Mmhmmm...I'm too nervous, you open it!" You shove the envelope into Jack's hands. Even though you'll be happy with a boy or a girl, there's something about the anticipation that has your stomach in knots. Were you going to be like Ellen and have a million baby boys or would you be the exact opposite and only have girls or would you end up having both at some point?

You watch him carefully, hands at your mouth, nervously biting on a nail as he rips open the envelope and pulls out the letter. His eyes scan the text quickly, giving very little away until...until there's a shift, a raising of his eyebrows followed by a bright grin as he looks at you.

"We're...we're having a girl..."

"A girl?"

"A girl!" He's so excited that the letter is dropped to the floor almost as quickly as his own knees fall to the ground in front of you with such a resounding smack that you wince on his behalf. He's pressing his cheek to your tummy in an instant, even though it's not very large yet at all, barely a noticeable bump.

"Hey, baby girl..." You can't help the tears that start to form as Jack starts to talk to your belly, to the baby, to your baby girl, "It's your daddy here...I'm going to teach you how to play hockey and we're going to get you in the NHL, show all those boys what for, right?" Your hands find their way to Jack's hair, stroking through it as he talks to your belly, his arms wrapped tight around your hips.

"Not the PWHL?"

"Uh, we're a family of record breakers, angel. She's going to the NHL like Manon Rheaume and she's going to be there until she retires." He grins up at you, teeth showing as you brush a strand of hair off his forehead and back out of the way.

"What if she doesn't want to play hockey?"

"Then I'll love her anyway..." He turns back to your belly, talking in a soft, sweet tone, "don't worry, baby girl, you can do whatever you want. I don't care if you hate hockey, as long as you're happy..."

You can't help the tear that slides down your cheek because how lucky are you? How lucky is your baby girl? To have a dad who doesn't care if she hate everything he loves, as long as she's happy, as long as she's healthy...god, she's so loved already.

"Okay, don't look, close your eyes!" You roll your eyes underneath Jack's palms.

"You're covering them, why would I need to close them?!"

"Just do it, angel!"

"Fine!" You close your eyes beneath his palms, trusting him to keep you from walking into a wall as he guides you through the house from the living room all the way to wherever his final destination is.

"Lift your foot, baby." He helps guide you up the staircase, hands on your hips that had started to grow wider as you progressed through your pregnancy. He always had a hand on you these days. He was trusting that your eyes were still closed as he ushered you up each step.

When you reach the top of the stairs his hands return to covering your eyes and you shuffle down the corridor until he tells you to stop. You listen to Jack opening a door, probably propping it open before his hands find yours, tugging you forward and to the threshold.

"Okay, open your eyes, baby." You practically gasp when you do, Jack standing proudly in the centre of a nursery. A nursery that was empty all of one week ago, as if he'd somehow clicked his fingers and filled it in an instant.

The walls are a soft pink, stereotypically girlie but you like it, you like that he was willing to make the nursery feminine for your baby girl, just as much as you know he'd change it if your girl decided she hated pink.

The crib is set up by the window, soft curtains diming the sunshine outside just enough. The walls have photos of you and Jack, a few from the start of your pregnancy, your wedding. There are photos of the rest of the family and some empty frames clearly waiting for photos of your baby girl when she arrives. He's even put a few copies of your first ultrasound up.

There's a rocking chair in the corner next to a small bookshelf already filled with books, a space for you to sit with your baby when you're nursing or to read her to sleep when she's being testy. A changing table is already stocked with nappies, baby wipes and powder.

It's sweet and girlish and so so lovely because Jack knows you've been worried about having the nursery done even though you have like 6 months until the baby comes. He knows you've been worried it would get put off because he's away a lot for the season. You'd been stressed that the baby might come without having a space to properly stay.

"How did you..."

"I got the guys to help, last weekend when you went out with my mom. That was a distraction!" He grins at you proud of himself, "Nico, Dawson, Luke, Timo and Jesper came round, we got it all sorted. I didn't want you to be worrying about it anymore, baby."

"Is that...is that why you wouldn't let me in here?" You're feeling teary already, hormones running high and emotions always on a knife's edge. It's so so sweet that he did it, even with months left, the fact he knew it was bothering you and decided to fix it even with his busy schedule? You didn't think it was possible to fall more in love with him, but it seems he's proven you wrong again.

"Yeah, didn't want to ruin the surprise and I had a few more bits to get so it was perfect."

"Jack..." You sigh out at him, face scrunching as you try to contain your tears. His proud little grin drops, Jack thinking he's upset you and maybe he's just made you hate the entire room. Maybe it's too pink? Or not pink enough? Or do you hate the crib?

"...Oh...you hate it?"

"No, no! I love it! I love you!" You step forward quickly, wrapping your arms around him as you start to cry into his chest because how could he think you hate it? It's the best nursery in the world and he's the sweetest husband in the world. You really can't stop the tears and Jack should be used to them by now, you've been such a cry baby since you found out you were pregnant, hormones doing a number on you and making you even more sensitive.

"Oh, okay! Oh, don't cry, baby!" He's smoothing your hair down, trying to calm you, but once the waterworks start it's seemingly impossible to stop.

"It's...it's the...hormones...'m sorry..." You sob into his chest, Jack pulling you tight against him and rocking you side to side to try and soothe you.

"Hey, it's okay, angel," He can't help but laugh because he knows you're not sad now and he knows how easily you've been brought to tears as of late. Jack presses a kiss to the top of your head, staying there for a moment to breathe in the smell of your shampoo.

At least he knows you like the nursery, he thinks, enough that it made you cry.

"God, I love you, baby..." He sighs into your hair and his words only seem to make you cry just a little harder because how did you get this lucky?

"Jack..." You waddle into the nursery, now feeling so much larger than before. Quite positively and obviously pregnant and finding moving harder each month. Even simply things are harder because you have a beach ball in the way, Jack tells you it's cute and that's the only thing keep you from crying about it.

"What?" He looks up from where he's arranging some toys in the corner. He's developed an obsession with picking up any adorable toy he finds out and about to add to the collection. There's even a cuddly Fin the Orca from Quinn sitting on top of the toy box.

"Why is there a demon in the crib?" You're staring at the bright red plushie, with big elflike ears, horns, pointy teeth and a curly q tail. Trying to figure out why it's there in the first place because it certainly wasn't there yesterday.

You rest a hand on your stomach and the other on the small of your back, watching as Jack picks the weird little plushie up and makes it wave at you with its little arm.

"It's not a demon, it's our baby girl's first jelly cat!"

"Why is it a devil? A gremlin?" You're not entirely sure what it's supposed to be, definitely some sort of monster or creature and obscenely bright in it's colouring. You have to admit it is kind of cute...in it's own way...

"Uh, because of the New Jersey Devils, obviously? Why would I get our special girl something boring like a bunny?" He places the little plush back in the crib gently, patting it on the head in a way that is so endearingly sweet that you can't help but smile at him.

"She's going to be a weird kid, y'know that? You're going to make our baby a weird kid." You joke knowing fully well that you weren't actually popular or cool in school. Jack closes the distances between the two of you, leaning down to talk to your belly, like he's been doing since day one. He yaps at your baby girl none stop, whether she can understand a single word he says or not.

"Don't listen to your mother, you're going to be amazing and awesome and totally popular." He whispers to your belly, hands coming to rest on either side gently stroking your stomach over your t-shirt.

"You want our baby to be a popular girl?" You raise your eyebrows at him and he looks at you in horror like that might be the worst fate imaginable, to have a stereotypical mean popular girl for a daughter. You think it's impossible for her to turn out that way with Jack as a dad, with Quinn and Luke as uncles and Ellen and Jim as grandparents. She's going to be surrounded by so many amazing, kind people that if she turns out mean you'll be shocked. If she's popular you know it'll be because she's kind.

"On second thoughts, be a weird kid, baby girl. Be into taxidermy or something." You feel her kick his hand in response and can't help but laugh at the pair because you already know they're going to be trouble. Your kid is going to be just like Jack, you have no doubt, and you're certain you're going to be constantly amazed by them.

"You're ridiculous."

You're sighing heavily, hands firmly on your lower back at the ache there as you look in the kitchen cupboard for something to eat. You feel so uncomfortable, so heavy, so big, so achy. Everything hurts, your belly is so heavy that it forces your back to arch and as much as you love your baby girl, you really hate how she's making you feel. Even most food isn't appetising at the moment.

"You okay, baby?" Jack watches you from the kitchen doorway, leaning deliciously against the doorframe. How does he manage to look so good all the time? It only makes you feel worse because you want him but don't feel like acting on it.

"No...back hurts, belly is heavy, I can't get comfy and I feel ugly and gross..."

"First off, you've never been more beautiful," Jack frowns at you, hating that you don't like yourself at the moment. He's certain you've never been more gorgeous than now when you're carrying his baby, your baby. But, he can see it, the way you stand uncomfortable and in pain, how that must weigh down on you as your body constantly changes. "Secondly, c'mere."

Jack moves to you, standing behind your back with his head on your shoulder. His arms come around your front, hands resting underneath your belly securely and in one slow move, he lifts and suddenly everything feels better, lighter.

"Oh, fuck..." It's like he's taken 10 pounds off your spine and you can't help but sigh and lean back into him, eyes closing at the feeling because you haven't felt this comfortable in a while.

"That feel good?" Jack grins into your shoulder, happy that he's helping, happy to feel the way you relax into him as he takes the entire weight of your belly into his palms. It's heavy and he knows his baby girl has been giving you a world of aches and pains.

"Mmhmmm..." You hum, sighing deeply with each breath as he just holds you like that, letting you lean your weight back into him and feel free for a moment, feel more like yourself.

"Well, let's stay like this for a little then, yeah?" He doesn't try to move away, not after a minute, not after 3 or 5. He holds your belly for near 20 minutes until your feet hurt from standing and even then he's considering when he can do it again, when he can help make this whole pregnancy just a tiny bit easier for you.

"What are those?" You point at the tiny little outfits that Jack is currently folding on the changing table in the nursery. The clothes you doubt are going to fit into the drawers you have because he keeps buying more baby outfits, what seems like every single day.

"These?" He holds a little onesie up innocently, grey, red and black, with a little New Jersey logo in the corner.

"Yeah, those? You do know she's going to grow out of them within a few weeks, right?" You keep telling him not to buy so many baby clothes because she's going to grow quicker than she can wear them, but he seems unable to resist.

"Then I'll just buy more..." He mutters continuing to fold the next item he'd brought.

"Jack..."

"But, they're cute! Look! It's a little New Jersey Devils snowsuit!" He holds up a big puffy snowsuit and you can't help but shake your head at him because the baby is due in June and there's no way she's going to be small enough by the time it snows to even wear it.

"She's going to be too big by the time it snows!"

"But, angel!" He pouts at you so badly that you can't help but laugh. Jack's handome, pretty, adorable, always, but there's something about fatherhood, about his excitement to provide for his growing family that makes him even more adorable.

"Okay, okay...they're cute and if it makes you happy you can keep buying them..." You concede, even as you know half the clothes aren't going to be worn by your baby girl.

"Thank you, beside, if it doesn't fit her it might fit the next one." His comment has you letting out a shocked laugh and you move closer to lean into him, pressing a kiss to his shoulder and holding your belly.

"How many babies do you want me to pop out?"

"Mmm, like a whole hockey team? Call the Hughes' Hockey Club? The Hughes Hornets? The Hughes Harlequins?"

"You're planning on killing me with babies?" You're already imagining how exhausting it would be to grow and birth that many babies...you'd do it for him, but...maybe stopping at 3 or 4 or 5 would be better.

"No, sex, obviously." Jack frowns at you and you gasp at his commentary, whacking his chest with a free arm until he grasps it and pulls you close.

"You're such a dick!"

"Hey, you love this dick." He smirks down at you, pressing a kiss to your hand.

"Jack!"

You're exhausted, 24 hours of labour has made it's mark on you. Your skin is ashy and sallow, dark bags under your eyes and sweat wetting your hair and skin to such a moistness it almost seems like you've just come out of a shower. But, you're beautiful to him, laying there with your baby girl in your arms, letting her nurse from you like that.

He's in awe of the way you shift her so naturally against your chest, the way you gentle rub the small tuft of dark hair on top of her head.

"You did so good, baby...look at her, look at you..." Jack is sat next to you on the hospital bed, he's been here for the entire labour, holding your hand and giving you water to drink. He's been amazing, and you know he'll continue to be as you face the challenges of post-birth.

He's gentle as he smooths the hair away from your sweaty face, getting the small strands out of your way as you smile tiredly down at your baby girl before looking up at him once she unlatches from your breast.

"You wanna...wanna hold her?" Your voice is raw, exhausted but no less sweet for it and Jack can't help his enthusiastic nod, arms already in position to take her like he practiced at home. His mum and dad giving him a run down with a teddy bear on how to properly hold a new born. At the time it had felt silly, now he's glad for the confidence it has given him.

You transfer your perfect little girl into his arms, sitting up a little more and shifting so he can sit with her more directly next to you. Your head leaning against his shoulder while he cradles her carefully in his arms like the most precious cargo he's ever had.

"Hey, baby girl...it's me, your daddy...God, I've been so excited to meet you. You're so perfect, just like your mommy..." Jack's finger carefully traces her cheek down to her little palm and she grips his finger tightly, trapping it in that notorious baby grip that has his eyes filling with tears, "I love you so much, both of you," He smiles over at you, pressing a kiss to your sweaty forehead before returning his gaze back to his daughter.

She doesn't even have a name yet, but he loves her so much already. He knows he'd do anything for you, for her and that's both terrifying and uplifting. To love someone so much you'd risk it all, do anything to keep them safe and happy and healthy.

"She has your eyes," You smile up at him, comparing his baby blues with your daughter's own as she yawns in his arms.

"She has your nose, angel."

"You think?" You squint at her, trying to tell if that really is your nose developing or Jack's more button one...it's hard to tell when she's this small, this young.

"Mmm, poor kid." Jack teases you, grinning, full of excitement, happiness, contentment. His wife leaning against him, his new baby girl in his arms, a sense of humour coming back now you're not constantly carrying around an extra weight.

"Hey!"

"I'm joking, she's beautiful just like her mommy." He presses a kiss to your forehead and you sigh into it, letting the tiredness take you knowing that Jack's got you, he's got you both.

#huggy bear writes #jack hughes x reader #jack hughes/reader #nhl imagine #nhl x reader

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honeyjynxxed · 1 day ago

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It hurts to not be trusted, to feel the need to hide an intrinsic part of yourself from everyone even in your own home but...well... It technically isn't anything new to Danny. He's been hiding his powers from everyone except his closest friends since he was fourteen and he doesn't know why four years later he expected anything to be any different.

Attending Gotham University was fine, his tuition being almost entirely covered by the Wayne STEM scholarship. Meeting Tim had been nice even if he was a little weird at times and was probably going to become a ghost way too quickly from all the caffeine he consumed but hey who was Danny to judge? So when the dorms had flooded and Tim offered to let Danny crash at his place until things were settled again he hadn't really thought too hard about accepting. It took two weeks for him to start regretting that decision. He'd thought that when Tim offered he meant his apartment but no he'd meant Wayne Manor...with the entire rest of his family popping in and out on a regular basis. Apparently it was closer to campus, Alfred's cooking was better than quick breakfast every morning, etc etc. All excuses that Danny had taken at face value because he wanted to trust Tim, he wanted to believe that his friend was being genuine in his offers and his words.

Of course things could never be that simple. At first it was small things, lingering gazes, the hushed conversations, whispers that stopped as soon as he entered a room. Which fine, he was essentially a stranger entering a family home, there was going to be things they couldn't say in front of him. He could understand that but then... it just kept getting bigger. A near oppressive silence that followed him around the house, his personal items turning up missing only to be found left out in common areas he wouldn't have left them, questions about his family and friends and life before Gotham. Even Tim didn't hang around him in a casual manner anymore and it just....all of it just hurt. The only two people who seemed to still treat him with any sense of normality was the butler and Tim's older brother Jason but seeing as Jason avoided the manner like the plaque meant he was left with Alfred. So when he couldn't find an excuse to be out of the manor he was with the older man helping wherever he was allowed to.

"I just...I like Tim or I guess I liked hanging out with him and being friends with him. I just wanna go back to that time, before everyone started acting like I'm gonna....gonna.... I don't know murder someone in their sleep!" That's where he was now in fact, helping Alfred with the laundry and lowkey ranting to him about what everyone was doing. "I mean I can't be the only one in this house with secrets, I know Tim isn't entirely honest with me about what he does that has him sneaking into this manor super early in the morning and i know he lies about his injuries and where they come from but do you see me question him? No! Cause I trust my friend." Danny huffed as he folded another pair of sweatpants. "And I thought he trusted me...Well at least the dorms will be fixed soon and I can get out of his hair. I'm sorry to dump all this on you Alfred, I know how close you are to them."

The butler simply hummed, set down the perfectly folded dress shirt that Danny honestly didn't know how he had gotten that giant stain out of, before turning his entire body to address him straight on. "Would you like me to say something, Master Danny?"

Danny fought back a cringe at the title as he always did. "Ah no you don't need to do that Alfred and I already said you don't gotta call me that either. I'm not here permanently after all." He scratched at the back of his neck absentmindedly as he spoke, not liking the full force of Alfred's attention. "Anyway, how have you been? I didn't get back in time for dinner last night but I know you tried out that new recipe you were talking about. Did it turn out alright?"

And that was that. Danny felt bad about ranting later and made up for it best he could by helping out extra around the manor but Alfred didn't bring it up again so he thought he was fine, safe even. He pushed the conversation from his mind, forgetting about it so effectively that he almost didn't even notice when the others began to act...different. Not worse, definitely not worse, but definitely different. Still, he kept with his usual tactics of staying out of the house as often as possible and when he was there, disappearing to do chores quickly. This routine continued for perhaps another week after his conversation with Alfred until his was, for all intents and purposes, ambushed by none other than Damian after getting back to the manor from his classes for the day. "Follow me...Danny." The boy had muttered before swiftly turning and his heels and walking away. Danny was shocked for a moment, faltering before hurrying to follow. Damian never called him Danny, usually Fenton or Daniel if he had to use his first name, never Danny.

Follow Damian led him to a living room with- Oh no. Here it was. They were going to confront him about being a Halfa and hand him over to the GIW. Danny froze in the entryway, eyes hopping from Dick to Bruce to Damian and finally settling on Tim. That probably hurt the most, seeing Tim sitting there and realizing that his only friend hadn't been a friend at all. This must've shown on his face because not even a minute after setting his gaze on Tim was the boy jumping up from the couch and making his way toward Danny, stopping when he flinched back and took a step away from the entry. "Wait Danny! This isn't... We aren't going to hurt you."

A hand on his shoulder stopped him from stepping any further back and he looked up to see Alfred standing behind him. "Please, allow them to explain, Danny." And later he wouldn't be able to explain why he listened, only that deep down in the depths of his very core he knew that Alfred wouldn't let them hurt him. So he did, he entered the room and sat down.

Tim, as the only was standing, was the first to speak. "I'm sorry. We- I haven't acted like a good friend to you. I brought you here under false pretenses, I questioned you, I took your stuff, I-..." He seemed to cut himself off, his fists clenching at his sides. "What I did was wrong and you have every right to want nothing to do with me. I violated your trust, I didn't respect you or your belongings and I'm sorry. If you have secrets they are yours, to share or not share whenever you're ready."

And on it continued. Damian spoke, Dick spoke, Bruce spoke. They all apologized one after another. They said the only reason why Jason wasn't there was that he hadn't participated in any of it. That the first conversation he'd had with Danny had been enough and he didn't see a reason for their suspicions. "Jason said if you don't want to be here anymore you can stay with him. I would understand if you want that Danny. I'm so sorry for how I acted." Tim was the one who took lead, it seems after being the first to speak the others were fine with letting him continue to do so.

All in all, Danny didn't know how to feel. "I trusted you." It was the first time he'd spoken to Tim in weeks now. "You were my first and only friend since moving to Gotham and I thought that was genuine. Then I come here and you and your family treat me like some....some dangerous criminal! I just..." Danny wasn't ashamed to hear tears in his voice and he could barely get out all he wanted to say. "I think I'm going to take Jason up on that offer. Maybe if I'm out of your home you won't feel inclined to search for possible skeletons in my closet."

It hurt to say and the crumpled expression on Tim's face hurt even more but Danny just wasn't ready to forgive him yet. Sure Danny had been betrayed before but this hurt on a level that he couldn't articulate. Still, when no one said anything after that he left the living room and headed up to his room to pack. If he heard Tim actually start to cry then he ignored it, just like all the times he's sure the boy ignored him crying himself to sleep.

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I tried to write fluff I swear officer, I don't know how that angst got there! I might tie this into the other WIP I wrote for Tim x Danny but I know if I do it will lead to me lowkey abandoning the Tomarry work I'm writing on Ao3.

Who knows though, I might just end up writing for both at the same time lol

Dp x dc fluff prompt

Danny, for whatever reason, is stuck with the batfam, and they're getting suspicious of him. But before there's any big reveal, before Danny feels pressured to act, Alfred steps in.

Alfred puts his foot down. He tells the bats that the boy is here to be safe, to be loved, and to be protected. Snooping on this would be a huge invasion of privacy, and other than just having powers, Danny hasn't done anything to warrant questioning. "He will come to you when he's ready"

Just a fun story of them doing their best to have Danny be comfortable, and slowly, Danny just casually starts using his powers. No one questions it. No one bothers with it. Danny has powers, so what?

Sure, they get curious sometimes, but Alfred said no snooping.

You can have the official reveal go however you want.

This prompt is very basic, but i just wanted a sweet and simple one.

#danny phantom #batfamily #dc x dp crossover #danny fenton #tim drake #bruce wayne #alfred pennyworth #angst #jason todd #dick grayson #batfam #oneshot #wip

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kittysarchive · 2 days ago

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Toxicity

warnings- toxic relationship, smut, head cannons, teasing, insults, dom enhypen, jealous enhypen, manipulative enhypen, crappy boyfriends,smut, mostly mean or hard dom enhypen

Heeseung

Heeseung’s toxic trait would be his ability to twist situations to make you feel guilty, even if he’s the one at fault.

He overthinks everything, making you feel like every little thing you do is under scrutiny.

If he’s in a bad mood, he’ll shut you out completely, leaving you guessing what went wrong.

When it comes to him in bed all of these traits merge together

If he cums to early, your fault

If your too quiet, are you cheating! You not cumming tonight

He'll even be quiet in bed, making you think that he should be the one getting the pleasure.

smut-

There were tears in your eyes. Through the loud sound of skin lapping and heeseungs own mumbles, you didn't want to make a sound, you didn't want to disrupt his pleasure.

And so he kept thrusting hard while painfully gripping onto your tours, squeezing them until they were people. What did you actually do to get here?

"do you wanna apologize" Heeseung grunts above you,not once slowing his pace.

"f-for what?" Heeseung quickly pulls out, his delusions tired I you lying. But what had you done? Was saying hello the male barista bad? You were just being polite. Heeseung sighs, wiping the sweat off his forehead.

"you know what,you always go around trying to cheat or create a fling behind my back" he grips you legs harshly, pulling them towards you to create a mating press.

"but I always gotta fuck the sense back into my slut' a continues now gripping his cock, waiting for your apology.

"I'm sorry....I won't do it again" you say through pain, this position was uncomfortable, it was burning your legs but saying that would just make him upset, again.

Seeming content, Heeseung opens the draw beside the bed, pulling out the lube. Your skin goes cold as he squeezes it out onto his fingers. Feeling the cold slime on your ass, you knew it was going to be a painful night.

Jay

Jay could be the type of toxic boyfriend who’s overly possessive and jealous,

constantly questioning who you’re talking to and where you’ve been. He’d act like it’s because he “cares too much,” but it would start to feel suffocating.

When angry, he might lash out with harsh words, but he’d always try to win you back with grand gestures every single time.

smut-

Your legs are pulled against you like a mating press, you've gotten used to the pain since this was one of the very limited positions he knew about it at least liked.

"fucking slut, your my girl" he rams his cock into you. Yeah maybe you shouldn't have tried to make small talk while at the bus stop.

"did you want to go home with him huh? Or did you want me to fuck you on the bench right next to him, slut" Jay laughs as if it's some inside joke. You keep quiet, muttering the occasional sorry while teary eyed.

"you see there" he's almost talking to himself as he sees the bulge in your stomach.

"I did that, he couldn't" he presses down on the bulge, groaning at how it feels. A moan slips out of you when he presses down.

"yeah I know my girl well".

Jake

Jake would be the charming toxic boyfriend who knows exactly how to make you forgive him, even when he’s clearly in the wrong.

He’d use his sweetness and affectionate side to manipulate you into thinking you’re overreacting.

If you caught him lying, he’d flip the script and make you feel guilty for doubting him.

smut-

"C'mon baby, if I was cheating I wouldn't enjoy this so much" he says pulling his mouth away from your pussy. You had caught him sending nudes to a random girl online and here he was gas lighting you.

His mouth returns to your pussy, latching onto your clit. His tongue swirls along your clit making you squirm. You couldn't stay mad at him forever though, not when you get this nearly every day.

His hands spread your thighs apart, affectingly rubbing them as his mouth continue to slurp you clean. Pulling away for a second time, he brings out his puppy's eyes.

"So do you forgive me babe?" he says, his chin dripping with your juices, you nod your head, and he dives back down before saying, "You know I love you, stop making up these delusions"

Sunghoon

Sunghoon’s toxic behaviour would come from his tendency to be emotionally unavailable.

He’d avoid deep conversations or confrontation, leaving you feeling like your emotions don’t matter.

When upset, he’d give you the silent treatment, making you feel ignored and unimportant.

smut-

Licking another stripe along his cock, he still ignores you, scrolling on his phone while you on your knees, sucking him off. It always ends this way.

You give his head kitten licks while you fondle his balls, just what he likes. His cocks hard, red and an evident vein bulging on the side of his cock, but this is as much attention as you get from him. Clearly the kitten licks and teasing weren't working. Taking a breath, you place your mouth onto his cock, you lean your head down trying to fit as much of his length into your mouth.

Nearly gagging over him, you continue to suck. A minute goes by of him still ignoring you, still scrolling on his dam phone. You pull yourself off his cock.

"I'm sorry.... for whatever I did.... I was dumb" You break the silence. Sunghoon scoffs at you, finally putting his phone to the side, giving you the attention you weren't.

"You fucking embarrassed me in front of my friends, you better be sorry" Sunghoon grips onto your hair, pulling your mouth back onto his cock, he didn't want to hear another word from you.

Sunoo

Sunoo’s toxic trait would be his passive-aggressive nature.

He’d drop subtle cutting comments about your choices or appearance, masking them as “jokes.”

When he’s upset, he’d pretend everything’s fine but act cold and distant, making you feel like you have to figure out what’s wrong.

smut-

Lying on his back, he made you do all the work. Already tired from another dumb and pointless argument, you were now 'apologising'.

Rolling your hips over your cock, Sunoo seemed almost bored underneath you, but you wouldn't fully know since you chose to turn away from him, you didn't want to see whatever scowl he was holding.

Lightly bouncing on your cock, usually you didn't see say you were tired, Sunoo would just start thrusting his hips up, giving you a break. But moments like this weren't rare, usually it'd end up with you getting tired, and Sunoo getting mad, that you couldn't even finish him off. So, you pull of his cock and sit between his legs.

"Giving up?" He almost laughs.

"No" you say, placing your mouth onto his cock, sucking slightly.

"Always finding the easy way out" he insults, leaning further back into the pillow, actually enjoying himself.

Jungwon

Jungwon’s toxic side would stem from his perfectionist tendencies.

He’d want things done his way and might criticize you if you don’t meet his high expectations.

His controlling behaviour would make you feel like you’re constantly walking on eggshells, trying not to disappoint him.

smut-

Your on your all fours, doggy style while he rams into your pussy from behind. This was purely for him, he didn't want to see your face know, he just wanted to cum. Being with him really felt like a cum slut sometimes.

You hold back your moans because you couldn't deny, he was a good fuck.

"Thats it, stay fucking still" He groans behind you, spreading your ass cheeks so he can go deeper, and you felt him deep. A moan slips out of you.

"Jeez, do I need to invest in a gag or duct tape? I said be fucking still and quiet and you can't even do one of them" He sends a slap to your ass; a mix of a cry and moan falls out of you. You hear his laugh behind you.

You were glad he couldn't see you, even with him ramming his cock into your pussy and squeezing you ass, you still felt embarrassed, you were literally being used,

NIKI

Niki would be the type of toxic boyfriend who’s hot and cold.

One moment, he’s super sweet and affectionate, and the next, he’s distant and uninterested.

He’d enjoy keeping you guessing about his true feelings, using your confusion as a way to maintain control.

smut-

"You always using me huh? Can't even use your own fingers to get off" He harshly puts two of his fingers inside your already wet pussy. Curling them inside you, your cry out in pleasure.

"Thats right, you're just a dumb bunny, you're practically fucking yourself on my fingers" He comments with a laugh. He wasn't lying, you were rolling your hips on his fingers, trying to gain more friction and he curled them against your gummy walls.

"You're nothing without me" Niki sighs, sugar coating his insult, as he brings his other hand to rub your clit.

#enhypen hard hours #enhypen smut #enhypen hard thoughts #enhypen headcanons #enhypen #enhypen drabbles #enhypen heeseung smut #heeseung smut #jay smut #jake smut #sunghoon smut #sunoo smut #jungwon smut #niki smut #kittysarchive!

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jodoesnew · 3 days ago

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On the other end continued (P1)

Moon stared unmoving. His systems went into shock and his joints locked in an instant. He saw their mouth move but his audio just kept on buzzing louder and louder

"Moon!!!" Suns consciousness ripped him out of his control deeper into their mind.

"They shouldn't be here." Moon couldn't think straight this was not a scenario he was programmed for or had any experience in.

This was impossible to solve for him in every way

They are a machine and you aren't... why would you even come to the conclusion that an animatronic was the person you had talked to all that time.

"You are panicking Moon stop it!" Suns grip on him was harsh "They probably mean something else! You two never officially meet remember!"

Moon began to calm down.

"You can do this! Just throw them out for their break, because they need to take it!" Sun shoved Moon back into control. The whole exchange between them only lasting a fraction of a second.

Moon once again had to stare into your eyes from up close. He never saw you like this. To be honest he never had the chance to see you in person at all. He had only ever heard your voice. You sound so different up close with out the static from their hacked phone connection.

You seem nervous. A normal thing to be around Moon. Sun must have been right you are here for something else. You would never guess that you spoke to a machine instead of a human.

"Your voice-"

Oh no.

Moon felt his systems spike again.

"This will probably sound a bit strange, but I have to ask you-"

You didn't get to ask. Moon jumped to his feet and started running.

He knew it was stupid. He knew this was so much more suspicious. But he wasn't the actor sun was. And even if he had tried to persuade you into leaving. He would have had to say something right?! Then you would have known... but you already know...

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING?!" Suns voice shrieked into moons control "YOU WILL RUIN EVERYTHING!!!"

"I can't do this."

"What?" Sun was taken aback by moons tone

He sounded weak nearly breaking of

Oh the irony... sun wanted to say a lot about Moons hypocrisy in all this

But he didn't.

"I just can't." Moons consciousness seemed to glitch around sun and he felt the body over heat.

/so much for 'i don't care about them sun, but I will support you in this anyway' and now look who is worse for wear because they somehow have feelings for them/ Sun steeled himself for what would come next.

Moon reached the light switch.

You flinched as the whole daycare turned bright.

Sun did a few mock breathing exercises and turned around. Smile unwavering as ever.

"Friend you shouldn't be here right now!"

The animatronic made his way back over to you and towered before your small form still kneeling in front of the spot moon had sat at just a few seconds ago.

You felt even more confused by all this. What did even just happen?

Sun's faceplate ticked from right to left in an uneven rhythm like the animatronic was eyeing you.

"Friend, unscheduled overtime is not covered by fazcos policies, which you know means you're not allowed in the working area at this time. And are advised to either leave the premises, go to an employee break-room or contact your supervisor for a change in your work hours. Please leave so that you can still get your break. And we can continue our work unhindered by such rulebreakings."

Sun shifts under your gaze. The turmoil Moon was currently going through would probably mean that he would have to take over for the rest of the day.

You looked at him. And it felt to him like you saw him for the first time. Not those short looks you threw at them from the security desk or the courtesy greetings and goodbyes. No you looked at him. Like he was there. Real.

Sun fought with himself hard to point you to the door. To get you to leave.

Oh he wanted you to stay so badly. Wanted to rant and vent about everything that had happened to him and moon since they had stopped themselves from talking to you.

You walked out. You never were the confronting type. Sun knew that.

But what he didn't know was that you only left because you didn't want to cry infront of the children. And when you would talk to the attendant again. you already know that you will cry a lot.

#fnaf dca #fnaf moon #fnaf sun #dca x y/n #dca x reader #dca sun #moon dca #this took me a while had a lot of stuff on my plate

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loveandleases · 3 days ago

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Guess who's here with another AU ask??? 👀

Supernatural scenario: The ROs are perhaps bounty hunters or just a simple fantasy character and, somehow, they are 'bonded' to a vampiric or demonic MC who is just...CHOOSING to stay with them (cheekily or affectionately soff, I leave that for you to decide!). How would they handle it and what would change once they hit that rela stage?

(I actually have about 3 more questions, but I wanna make sure you don't get overwhelmed! 💜)

Also, can totally picture MC being demonic or vampiric due to being sold to the supernatural at a very young age by their parents to protect Jade - sorry for le dark headcanon 🤣

Ally~ 😃 You're making me want to work on... the thing. Nothing like some supernatural fun. (totally imagining a monster au similar to a certain vn 😉) (The amount of world building I did for each of these... I"m going to have to write these at some point I think.)

❤️ Cam - (Of course it turns him on.) (Hunter/Vampire)

He became a hunter to protect MC—an inside-man kind of deal. To join the hunters, Cam had to become bonded to a vampire, and who better than his bestie?

Pre-Relationship Stage:

It’s always been this way—an unspoken co-dependency. Cam is shunned by other hunters, who see MC as nothing more than a killer, a tool. But because they’re friends, he keeps his emotions in check, pushing down his feelings and curiosities. To a point. That breaking point? Learning that some of the 'approved' blood MC drinks come straight from the source. (jealous lil guy)

Relationship Stage:

“No sucking” from anyone else. Period. That is problematic, considering the hunters still expect MC to feed. But the rules the hunters made to maintain some separation (aka no drinking from the person you're bonded to) were thrown out the window. Why shouldn’t they be? Cam offers himself on a silver platter—pain or no pain. (whimpering mess)

Given that his blood strengthens their bond, heightening everything: their emotions, their strength, even Cam’s life itself. He’s more protective, observant, clingy—and completely unapologetic about it. He reeks of MC and doesn’t care. Ask him to step in front of a stake. He’s already there.

💙 G - Long gone are the days of cleric G. Somehow, they've moved onto Necromancy. (I blame Emmrich Volkarin.) Plus, the amount of longing. 🫦They didn't imagine being tied to anyone, especially not a damn demon. It takes a certain level of control to use their magic. They raise the dead, command spirits, bend life and death to their will. Fate might have been involved, at least that's what they say. The one time G goes against the plans laid out for them, this happens. They tried to banish MC… and ended up bonded instead. 🙄I'm not saying someone performed a poorly worded ritual...

Pre-Relationship Stage: There was a freedom before, even though G had to obey the Necromancy Guild's order. They were left to themselves. Yeah, that's out the damn window. Their is a tether between them now, an unexplainable connection. Who knew a demon would be breaking down G's well planned barrier. They could leave, but for some reason, they don't. So, reluctantly, G lets them in. Who knew a Necromancer and a demon could have a good friendship? Though they do argue... a lot. MC has a well of knowledge they just want to share.

Relationship Stage: It was a slow process to get to the realization that there was something more there. They touched everything within each other. A lifeline. G's magic pulled from MC's very existence. And MC's existence pulled from G. Each kiss felt as if they were swallowing one another whole, but they weren't they were just melding into one another. G was making MC's existence permanent, and MC was making G human. They made G feel things they couldn't dream of, nor conjure up.

Before G hid behind a well thought out mask, even when they were affected by their emotions they could hide it. But not now, not around MC. They could feel each other's emotions, each other's very breath of life. And when they were close to one another, they could feel it as if it was a flame being stoked.

💚 Kara - (Different type of vamp bonding.) It began as a night meant for fun, a little indulgence, and a taste of danger. What started as a (blood) drunken kiss quickly escalated when Kara’s curiosity got the better of her. She’d always wondered—what would fangs against her skin feel like? Would it hurt, or would it thrill? Neither she nor MC were aware of what came next. The bond was accidental, a tether neither of them sought nor understood.

Pre-Relationship Stage: They weren't strangers, but their connection was surface-level - a mix of camaraderie and flirtation. Devoid of true depth. To be bonded to someone you're hiding secrets from, or choose not to admit a crush about, it's hell. MC could feel her emotions, each little time she tells a white lie there's an undercurrent, a change in her scent that just gives her away. It left her vulnerable. The bond forced her to confront a part of herself she'd long buried. She wasn't used to being truly seen. Always just an extra - the fleeting face people desired for a night but forgot by morning. But MC stayed. What began as obligation grew into something real.

Relationship Stage: Kara had loved before - or at least she thought she had. In her mind, those fleeting connections had been important at the time, but they were ephemeral. Everyone eventually took what they wanted and left. She'd believed she had nothing to offer anyone who could outlive the span of her years. Yet with MC, it was different. They didn't want anything grand or eternal. They didn't want power, her beauty, or her lineage. All they asked for was her time, a precious little thing she'd never realized could be enough to give. With MC, Kara found herself letting go of the guilt of caring. She embraced it. Allowed herself to feel every part of their bond. The joy of their affection, the thrill of their fangs sinking into her flesh, and the warmth that came from knowing she was wanted. Truly wanted. For the person beneath the skin, the nameless thing, that makes a body home.

💛 M - The poor thing opened up a tome one too many times, trying to find some fragment of inspiration. Only to have opened a book that held something far greater. A demon without a home, without a name. Surely, M could grant them that much? But you see, naming a demon isn't just an act of kindness. It's a commitment. To name a demon is to give it purpose, to give it meaning - a reason to stay. A 'bond' if you will.

Pre-Relationship Stage: They're excited, immeasurably so. How could they not be? How often does one get the chance to talk to a demon? M doesn't think anything of it, just a new friend they happened to have come across, who has tales of ancient things that are written about. Even experienced. A hierarchy that no one ever knew. All of it floods M with inspiration, with desire to write and create. To learn more about them, and little by little to care about them. At first it was a small part, a little inkling in the back of their had that they never really paid attention to. You care about friends right? You want what's good for them... you want to spend more time with them and see them when you wake. You want to kiss those lips that are just right there and... oh shit, M... M might very well have fallen for them. And much to their surprise, they fell too.

Relationship Stage: It's all new, exciting, and when the excitement wears off. What they call "newlywed stage', it's even better. For the first time, M understood what it meant to be truly loved, to be wanted. They felt it in small moments: the fleeting kiss pressed to their cheek, they way their energies intertwined late at night during their first time together, the hum of magic and intimacy beneath their skin. M couldn't believe they hadn't noticed it before - how their connection had been building all along, in late - night conversations and shared laughter. That feeling in their chest, so warm and fluttering, wasn’t just inspiration. It was love.

💜 Isaac - They had one target, simple enough. One demon to take out, their essence to be sold to the highest bidder. It was a shit job, dangerous even, but it was a job like any other. There was no way Isaac could predict that the tattoos that were carved into his skin, ancient relics, would have another purpose. They had only ever destroyed demons before... but imagine his surprise when he finds a person, wounded and bloody only covered by a sheet, that his tattoos barely react to. Until the moment his fingertips touch them, and the tattoos come alive, shining like never before. Imagine his surprise when this person informs Isaac that his tattoos, don't only kill demons they bind them. So why didn't they kill MC, like every demon before? Because they weren't just a demon, not entirely.

Pre-Relationship Stage: He's angry, the last things he needs is someone close, demon or not. He doesn't have time for this, or any kind of attachment. He needs to fulfill his goal, a promise he made to himself as he sat in front of his dying mother. No demon would be safe until he found the one responsible. No matter how hard Isaac tries, he can't keep his distance. He can't just sit and watch them die. Albeit reluctantly, Isaac and MC are together. In some unholy way, but it doesn't feel unholy. He spends many nights craving a drink to forget how it feels. The energy under his skin and along his arms, the way he can feel the weight of their gaze on him. And they probably feel his too. Or the way his breath catches when they're close. He's flirty with others, but it's a ruse, a ploy to keep people at arms reach. But the demon or half-demon, he is told over and over again. He would much rather reach his arms out for.

Relationship Stage: Their relationship grew naturally. Over time, MC began to see the pain etched into Isaac’s heart—the wounds left behind by his past, by the loss that shaped him. And he began to see them as more than just some bond - a remnant of something he thought was meant to destroy. But as a person. It was impossible not to since the day he saw them, he just wanted to fight it. There's a depth to him that comes out like vapor. His affection, a promise, of staying by their side and keeping them safe. A promise to not lose them like he did his mother, bond or no bond. Isaac has fallen for them in ways that makes his soul hurt. Because the piece that had been missing he finally found. He’s softer now, more caring. Imagine a demon hunter—someone forged in blood and vengeance—soft A demon hunter who learns that not all demons are evil or need to be killed. MC showed him that some of them, like them, belong.

And now Isaac knows… they belong together.

🖤 Ardent - An innkeeper, simple enough. Or it should be. But, of course, like everything else in his life, it isn't. Imagine his surprise when he goes to tell someone they’ve overstayed their welcome, only to find them bloody, half-naked, and unconscious. He grumbles the entire time, bitching that this isn't his job or his problem. But for some damn reason, he can’t just leave them. He’s seen it before—the aftermath of a vampire attack. The transition. The change. But the look of pain on MC’s face? He can’t bear it.

So, against his better judgment, he offers the one thing he has: blood. Human blood alone can’t bond a vampire—it’s magic that binds. And Ardent's blood, unknown to him, isn’t entirely human. It carries ancient, dormant magic. When MC drinks from him, the magic in Ardent's blood doesn’t just fill their body—it freezes the transition, preventing MC from fully succumbing to their vampiric nature. They remain in limbo: no longer human, not quite vampire. They hover on the precipice.

They still need to feed, but they aren’t consumed by it. They can stand in the sun but need more hours of rest. There is a lingering sensation of that magic in their body and a strange connection—an echo of life in Ardent’s hands.

Pre-Relationship Stage: Ardent is all "fuck me for being empathetic." He doesn’t need another mouth to feed, another person to be responsible for. And yet, somehow, he feels responsible. They aren’t dead, not exactly. They look at him with those warm eyes, as if he’s some kind of savior. No matter how much he hates it, how much he tries to fight it, Ardent just can’t turn them away or toss them out. A part of him actually enjoys their company.

Relationship Stage: His eyes might have lingered, and they might have noticed. When their lips curved into a smile, and the glint of their fangs caught the light, something in his stomach churned. A heat he tried to ignore. He’d gotten used to them being around, hell, he even liked it. He might even admit he would miss them if they left. And that is something he fears—that one day, they’ll wake up and realize they could be anywhere else. But instead, they choose to be with him. And that realization has him melting for them.

No one could get him on his knees willingly, except for MC. At first, he worries that his blood has enraptured them somehow. But the truth is, it’s the other way around. Their very existence has captured him—hook, line, and sinker. And if his heart was ice before, guarded and hidden away for safety, it’s ripe for the taking now.

#love and leases #loveandleases #cam #ardent #g #m #kara #isaac

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Sooo many things to say

You'd been quiet for days, chalking it up to exhaustion from work, but Bradley was a little concerned. He was missing out on a lot of cooking and cleaning at home, as well as responsibilities with Rose. Most days, he was collapsing in bed right after you, body tired and brain overworked. But he was close to advancing a few of his pilots to the next stage in their careers, and he didn't want to let up just yet.

Yeah now guess how tired it makes to grow a human from scratch while also being the food source for another one🙄

Bradley looked down at your face, the perfect curve of your cheek catching the sunlight. You were beautiful. Every bit as stunning as the day he first laid eyes on you in one of the classrooms he passed on a regular basis. "Sweetheart, if there's anything good or just in this world, it better be another girl. Then I'd have three of you to look at."

🥰🥰🥰

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with." Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

Say it!!!

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

hahaha fair

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please." You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

He loves being a dad so much 🥹

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way. "Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls." Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

Bradley's excitment for his daughter(s) is so pure 🥹

You wanted to be happy. You really did. But it was too hard. Somehow letting your sadness ebb and flow was easier. Especially whenever you ventured too far away from your lab or your office. Indigo was always around. It was like she knew were to find you. And perhaps she did. Your name was in the directories around base. But it felt like she was mocking you. She obviously wanted your husband, and he was either oblivious or hiding something.

This is just breaking my heart, she has already so much on her plate...

Indigo smiled and laughed, showing off her perfect teeth. "Well, I can't give you details here, but... it's no wonder he's willing to spend so much time with me after hours. Anyone with eyes can see his wife let herself go this time around." Your cheeks burned as she added, "He's more than happy to help me with absolutely anything I need." You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

I think I'm gonna throw up🤢

"She's right," you whispered, tossing your lunch onto your desk and running for the bathroom. One glance in the mirror as you ran for an empty stall left you sobbing in the ladies' room. You looked awful. It was no wonder Bradley was paying extra attention to her. The fear that looking at Indigo had already turned into touching her was eating away at you. When you flushed the toilet, you turned and gagged before emptying the meager contents of your stomach into the bowl.

Oh no, I just wanna hug her 🥺 (and maybe slap some sense in Bradley)

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?" Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

Oh I have a feeling Nat is gonna my part in slapping some sense into him

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it. "You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked. "What?" "The word dumbass written across your forehead." "Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place. Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup." Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Oh good he is so clueless...also Jake for backup is great because he no matter what will be on BG's side!

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

Nat is just the best🫰🏻

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about." The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity. "She wants in your pants," Jake drawled. "Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about. "Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest. Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Oh god he really doesn't get it 🤦🏻‍♀️

If Indigo had been flirting with him this whole time, he'd written her off as an overzealous young pilot trying to prove herself. Now every interaction replayed through his mind, and he rubbed his palm over his eyes as he groaned. There was no way this was happening to him. He'd been alone with her on several occasions in his office. The door always remained open, but she'd pushed for him to close it. Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well. Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

Halleluja! It got through his thick skull

"Okay, there's my answer," Nat whispered, wrapping her fingers gently around his wrist and pulling his hand away from his face. She pressed herself up onto her tiptoes and kissed his cheek. "Thank god you're just stupid. It would be so much worse if you were messing around with her intentionally."

She's so real for that lol

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?" "Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

Jake is jumping on the opportunity to bash Bradley hahah

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?" "Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes. "Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

They are not wrong🤷🏻‍♀️

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?" "Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

Oh he is so fucked when they gang on him like that

When Bradley noticed movement, he looked up at the sliding glass door. You were carrying Rose around the living room, bouncing her in your arms as you yawned. Getting the Nugget ready for bed was supposed to be his job. He loved it. The bedtime stories and the snuggles were the best part. He needed to have this.

I love that he loves doing the bedtime routine🥹

Finally he walked inside, sliding the door closed quietly behind him, trying not to panic. Rose was nearly asleep, but you let him take her into his arms. Bradley kissed her all over her sweet face before forfeiting her to her crib, then he climbed in bed with you. When he reached for your hand, you curled up against him, and he let his hand rest along your belly. "I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

Oh he better start to act like it... I have a bad feeling 🥴

Aim for the Sky Part 33 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley can't wait to learn if Rose is going to have a younger brother or sister. Planning for the baby means planning for the future, but Bradley can feel that you're unhappy. With help from friends, he finally figures out why.

Warnings: Angst, adult language, body image, DILF Roo, pregnancy, jealousy, vomiting

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x Female Reader

Aim for the Sky masterlist. This was written to accompany my series Is It Working For You? along with a bunch of my one-shots and other series, but it can be read on its own! Check my masterlist for the reading order.

Truthfully, he was enjoying many aspects of his day-to-day at work. He loved making decisions that would benefit his group. When he had a compelling answer for his superior officers, it made him feel so good about himself. He didn't even mind putting in the extra hours. But it was clear that Indigo wanted to be his class pet, and he wasn't quite sure what to do about that.

She was weighing on his mind a lot, most likely because she was constantly invading his office hours. He wanted to tell her she didn't have to try so hard to be the best aviator in the bunch when she just simply was the best one. But that would be feeding her ego, which probably wasn't the smartest option right now.

"Are you ready?"

Bradley looked up from his desk to see you standing there, and he jumped to his feet. "Of course I'm ready," replied with a smile, pushing all of his paperwork to the side and logging out of his computer. "Been looking forward to this."

You smiled softly, hand resting on the slight swell of your belly as you shifted your weight from one booted foot to the other. "Me too," you whispered, and Bradley grabbed his keys, wallet and phone from his desk drawer. He reached for your hand, lacing his fingers between yours and headed out into the sunny October afternoon.

"Time for our final guesses," you said. "Do you think it's a boy or another girl?"

"Rose looks like you, Bradley!" you insisted immediately, breaking out in the biggest smile he'd seen on your face in weeks.

"Rose looks like you. Everyone thinks so. She's adorable." He pulled you to a stop and leaned down to kiss your cheek. "And her face already has this exact curve that I'm fucking obsessed with."

Bradley let his lips linger, loving the way your cheek warmed as you stepped all the way into his embrace. You seemed on the verge of telling him something or asking a question, your posture never quite relaxing. He'd noticed that recently. Like you couldn't let yourself completely go with him like you always did. He wanted to ask you what was going on, but he was more than willing to wait until you were ready to say something on your own.

"We'll be late if we don't get a move on," you whispered. Bradley responded by kissing along your cheek to your lips. "I'm serious, Roo," you mumbled.

"Let's go," he sighed. "Dr. Morris already thinks I'm an idiot. I better not add tardiness to her list of complaints about me."

A short drive later, and the two of you were walking into the waiting room right on time. You barely sat down before a nurse was calling you back and handing you a hospital gown.

"It's weird without Rose here," you said as you got undressed. Bradley held out the gown for you to slip into, shaking his head.

"Nah. This is just for us. She can hear all about it later after work."

He was just about to close the distance to stop you from tying the gown closed so he could get another look at you, but Dr. Morris strolled in.

"How are we all doing?" she asked, shooting Bradley a look on her way past. It wasn't like he was capable of knocking you up again, but she was looking at him like he might have.

"Fantastic," he replied at the same time you said, "Okay."

He shot you a look as you eased yourself up on the table. He wasn't sure what he could do to make you happier. A conversation was clearly necessary now, but he didn't even know how to initiate it. If finding out more about the second Nugget today wasn't enough to make you smile, he didn't know what was.

He dropped down into the chair at your side, wrapping his big hand around yours as Dr. Morris spread that warm gel across your belly and asked you an array of questions. He listened to your answers as his heart beat a little faster. He was excited about this. Soon you could talk about baby names and nursery themes. He couldn't wait to meet his second child in the spring.

Bradley kissed your fingertips, watching intently as your doctor isolated some ultrasound images. Then she asked, "Do you want to find out the sex?"

"Fuck yes," Bradley gasped, scooting his chair a little closer. "I mean, please."

You and Dr. Morris were both wearing smirks as he squeezed your hand. He was so excited, it was hard to swallow. He didn't care if it was a boy or a girl. He felt the same way last time around, too. He just wanted a healthy kid he could dote on.

"It's a girl."

He was up out of his seat, sending the thing screeching across the floor as he hooted. Okay, so maybe he did have a bit of a preference for another daughter, but he would have been happy either way.

"Another girl!" he shouted while you smiled up at him. "Just me and my three beautiful girls."

Bradley let his lips collide with yours, kissing you until he got his fill. Dr. Morris and the rest of the ultrasound and everything else could just wait a few minutes while he soaked in this pure perfection.

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Bradley had been inundating your text thread for days with links to various nursery themes, but meanwhile you and he hadn't even decided which room would be your second daughter's.

"A second daughter," you whispered at your desk. Your parents were excited; you got to watch your mom and dad cry over FaceTime. Rose was too young to care, but one day she might have an opinion about her sister. You, on the other hand, felt like a mixed bag of emotions.

When you managed to let your intrusive thoughts win out, you checked his phone only to find pretty much nothing untoward. Other than ruining the surprise of what was probably supposed to be an anniversary gift, all you found was one unanswered message Indigo sent to him a while ago. It bordered on flirtatious, and you were a little concerned that he gave her his phone number, but there was really nothing there.

But she was in your face on base enough that you kept to your office as much as you could. Of course, today was the day you were absolutely starving, and you left your lunch at home. You could pop down to the cafeteria, grab a sandwich to appease yourself and the baby, and then bring it back up here to eat it. Should be a piece of cake.

Hot turkey sandwiches were on the menu, and you almost cried tears of joy as you had one packed up in a container with extra gravy and a side of mashed potatoes. It smelled so good, you couldn't wait to take a bite.

When you were waiting for the elevator, you froze with your lunch in your hands. You could see Indigo and Spice heading out of the cafeteria, and there was hardly anyone in the lobby for you to try to hide behind. You felt absolutely ridiculous as you stood there eavesdropping.

"What kind of progress have you made?" Spice asked, voice carrying over the sound of conversation around you.

You sucked in a deep breath, certain she was talking about Bradley. And you. When the elevator arrived you ducked inside, jamming your finger against the button for your floor. As the doors slid shut, Indigo's gaze connected with yours, and she stood there proudly with her friend like she'd actually managed to steal Bradley from you.

A sob escaped your lips, and you tripped along to your office door. You really did look awful. Your skin was broken out, and you were going to need to start wearing the maternity tent well before your third trimester. Your belly was already tender, and then the baby decided this was the perfect moment to kick hard enough you thought you were going to wet your khakis.

When you finally made it back to your office, your stomach couldn't handle a single bite of food. You dumped it in the trash.

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Bradley was just wrapping up a meeting with Maverick when Indigo cornered him outside his office. "Can I help you with something?" he asked, trying to keep the amusement from his voice. She was getting to be relentless.

As she shook her head slowly, she laughed. "I already told you, Sir, I can think of countless things you could help me with."

"Well why don't you run some of them past me?"

Her eyes widened as she licked her lips. "We could do that at the Hard Deck? I could still buy you that drink?"

Bradley sighed, hands planted on his hips which somehow drew her in closer. "I can't let any of you buy me drinks. Sorry, but that's not going to happen." He nodded toward his door. "But I have about fifteen minutes if there's something I can help you with."

She nodded. "Fifteen minutes would probably be more than enough, Sir."

Indigo stepped inside his office, glancing back at him over her shoulder, but Bradley saw another familiar face turn the corner in the hallway.

"Hey, there, hot shot," said Natasha, making Bradley smile. "You have a minute?"

"Actually, no," he replied, watching as his best friend looked inside to see who was waiting for him. She made a face, gaze snapping back to his. "Can it wait until later?"

Nat pressed her lips together like she was fighting off a scowl. "I wanted to see if you were free to workout with me later," she whispered. "I could stop by after dinner, and we could do some reps in your garage?"

"Absolutely," he replied. "See you around seven?"

"Yeah."

She took one more look at Indigo before marching back the way she came, leaving Bradley with nothing to do but take a seat behind his desk.

"Do you want me to close the door?" Indigo asked, voice laced with hope as she half stood.

"Leave it," Bradley replied, once again showing no hint of favoritism. "Now, what did you want to talk about?"

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After dinner, you excused yourself to Rose's nursery to feed her and make a phone call to your parents. Bradley kissed you on the forehead before doubling back to the bedroom to change into gym clothes. When he let you know Nat was coming over to workout in the garage, you seemed almost relieved.

He started setting up his weights and bench press when he heard the sound of a familiar engine pull up to the house. A minute later, Nat was strolling in wearing bright pink spandex with a matching gym bag.

"I could spot you a mile away," he told her, and she chucked her bag at his chest. They both laughed when he caught it.

"You know what I can see a mile away?" she asked.

"What?"

"The word dumbass written across your forehead."

He rolled his eyes, dropping her bag onto one of the mats. Then he froze as he heard another engine pull up to a stop at his driveway. This one made him glare at Nat.

"Why is he here?" Bradley asked, and a split second later, Jake came strolling in like he owned the place.

Nat and Jake shared a look as Jake tossed his gym bag next to hers. "I thought I might need some backup."

Now Bradley was annoyed and also confused. "Backup? For what?"

Natasha closed the distance to him, patting Bradley on the chest with a firm hand. Her dark eyes conveyed concern as she asked, "Are you fucking stupid? Or are you doing it on purpose?"

"Huh?"

"I love you, Bradley. I really do. But I still have to follow girl code."

"Nat, I have no fucking clue what you're talking about."

The clanging of Jake adding weights to the bar made Bradley want to scream as Nat shook her head in pity.

"She wants in your pants," Jake drawled.

"Who?" Bradley asked, still unsure what they were even talking about.

"Your student with the crazy blue eyes!" Nat said, smacking him hard on the chest.

"Indigo?" Bradley asked, taking a step away from her. Both Nat and Jake were nodding as Bradley's brow creased. "She's like twenty-six years old."

"So?" Nat asked, hands planted on her hips.

"So, she's not trying to get in my pants. I'm married. Everyone knows I'm married."

Bradley held up his left hand, complete with wedding band. He rarely ever took it off, especially since it got him into hot water with you when he was deployed. But as he watched the band shine under the fluorescent lights, his lips parted wordlessly, and he stood there while both Nat and Jake scrutinized him.

Bradley's cheeks burned with mortification, and he wasn't sure he could even look Nat in the face. If Indigo really was trying to get in his pants, then he was a joke. He was an absolute joke, and none of the younger pilots took him seriously in his new role. That thought made him sick, but not as sick as the idea that maybe you'd noticed something as well.

Bradley swallowed hard. "Oh, fuck." When he swallowed again, he wanted to scream.

"I'm not," he barked, angry at the insinuation. "I wouldn't. I've never even touched her!"

Nat's hands were on his chest, coaxing him to calm down, but he was too worked up. "Easy, Soul Sister," she said, but he was shaking his head now.

"I'm fucking married, Nat! I made wedding vows. I have a daughter, and my wife is pregnant with another girl. What the fuck would I cheat for? What's going to be better than this?"

Bradley's chest was heaving with ragged breaths as she guided him to sit on his bench. He landed hard, jostling the weights as he looked up at two sympathetic faces.

"Nothing's gonna be better than Angel," Jake drawled. "I'm still not sure if it was dumb luck or divine intervention, but she's way out of your league, Bradshaw."

"I know," Bradley snarled. "You think I don't know that? She's fucking perfect." He tilted his head back, blinking up at the lights. "Do you think she knows Indigo was trying to flirt with me?"

"Absolutely," Nat replied, and Bradley forced himself to meet her eyes.

"Yes, asshole," Jake added. "She's not stupid like you are."

"Fuck." Bradley stood and started pacing around. He felt like his job and marriage were suddenly on the line. He didn't know what to say to you that wouldn't potentially make things worse right now. If he could think of something reasonable, he'd run across the yard and back inside the house and say it to your face.

Maybe this was part of the reason you'd been so quiet? But it didn't make sense. He never talked about Indigo outside of the context of work, because there was simply nothing else to say. But after that night at the bar, you were really fucking mad at him. He thought you were mad that he got drunk, but maybe there was more to it.

"God damn it," he groaned, realizing Nat was lifting weights while Jake spotted her. "Do you think I should talk to Mav tomorrow?"

"Yes," they both replied in unison. The fact that they agreed on something was scary enough, but that let Bradley know just how fucked he was.

But he would take care of everything. He'd talk to Mav and figure it all out. What other choice did he have?

"I'm heading inside," he murmured. "Can the two of you turn off the lights and lock up when you're done."

Bradley didn't wait for an answer. He was already walking across the backyard, craving your reassuring touch that he wasn't quite sure he deserved. When his phone vibrated in the pocket of his shorts, he pulled it out. He was met with another text from Indigo, but this time there was a photo as well. She was on the beach at sunset, the orange and pink sky somehow making her eyes look even more startlingly blue, and she was smiling at the camera. When his eyes slid down the screen to her cleavage, he almost dropped his phone. But not before he read the text.

This beach is so beautiful. Wish you were here.

Bradley couldn't decide what to do. Turn around and go back to the garage? Go inside the house? Sit down on Rose's jungle gym and cry? Smash his phone to bits? When another text appeared, he looked at it immediately.

Oops, I sent that to the wrong person. Have a good night, Sir.

Bradley squeezed his phone in his hand until he was afraid it might break. Then he opened a different text thread and pounded out a message, hitting send immediately.

Mav, I need to talk to you about something important first thing in the morning.

"I love you, Sweetheart," he whispered, heart aching. "I love my three girls."

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Start getting your shit together, Bradley. Indigo has shown she's relentless. Also, I thought I was solid on the baby's name, but I might put it to a vote. Stay tuned. Thanks @beyondthesefourwalls

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Could you write a leclerc’s brothers love triangle? charles x y/n x arthur? 🤭 from @dovesboccianoifiori

charles leclerc x reader x arthur leclerc

"Are you ready, mon chéri?" Arthur called out from your living room.

"Just about!" you replied, shoving the final things into your suitcase. The two of you were set to leave for Greece on a family vacation for the next week. Running through your mental checklist, you decided that you probably had everything. Lugging your suitcase out to the living room, Arthur smirked at you.

"Pack your whole closet, hmm?" he teased, and you huffed.

"You never know what we might need!"

He laughed and grabbed your suitcase from you, pressing his lips against yours in a quick kiss.

"I forgot to tell you, but Charles is actually coming now," Arthur said, and you raised your eyebrows in surprise.

"I thought he had to be in London with Sarah?" you asked. Sarah was a well-known model who had been dating Charles for about six months now. You didn’t really care for her, finding her to be a bit of an airhead.

"They broke up," Arthur said, and you snorted.

"What reason this time?" you asked. Charles had a string of exes over the past couple of years, and all the relationships ended because of some weird nitpicking excuse he had come up with. One was because he didn’t like the perfume she wore, another had an old picture up on socials of her in a McLaren fit, and so on.

"She’s allergic to dogs," he mused, and you giggled.

In the two years you had been dating Arthur, you had never seen one of Charles’ relationships last longer than six months. It was like he was cursed. You had grown up with the Leclercs, so you knew him very well and never understood why he had such a hard time in relationships. From your perspective, he was quite the catch, and you always wondered how life could have been different if you were with him, though you’d never admit that to anyone.

Loving Arthur had always been easy. It was steady, warm, comforting—like slipping into a well-worn sweater on a cold day. He made you laugh, made you feel safe, made life simple. There was no second-guessing, no whirlwind of emotions that left you breathless.

But Charles—Charles was something else entirely. He was fire and chaos, tension so thick it stole the air from your lungs. With him, nothing was certain. He made you feel seen in a way that scared you, made you question everything you thought you knew about love. You hated how easily he got under your skin, how one look from him sent your pulse racing. And you despised the part of yourself that wanted to lean into that feeling instead of running from it. But you were with Arthur, so none of that mattered.

A half-day of traveling later, you arrived at the villa that the family had rented for the week, and it really was gorgeous. Arthur took your luggage upstairs while you headed to the patio, where everyone was hanging out.

"Y/N!" they cheered as you walked out, and you were enveloped in hugs. Charles stood off to the side, brooding, and you took the chance to chirp him.

"Hi, Charles, getting a dog soon?" you asked, and he rolled his eyes before pulling you into a hug.

"Ha ha, very funny, Y/N," he grumbled, and you beamed. He couldn’t stay mad at you for long, his frown quickly morphing into a soft smile.

As you pulled away from Charles' embrace, you couldn't help but notice the way his eyes lingered on you for a moment longer than usual. There was something different in his gaze, a spark you hadn't seen before. You brushed it off, attributing it to your imagination.

The evening progressed with laughter and chatter as the family caught up. You found yourself stealing glances at Charles throughout dinner, noticing how he seemed more relaxed than you'd seen him in years. Without Sarah or any other girlfriend around, he appeared lighter, more like the Charles you grew up with.

Arthur had his arm laid carelessly behind you, and after two glasses of wine, you found yourself nodding off into his shoulder.

"Ready for bed?" he whispered in your ear, and you nodded absentmindedly. Saying your goodnights, you followed him up the stairs and to the room you were sharing.

"Charles seems happy," you commented, and Arthur hummed in agreement.

"I’m just happy we don’t have to spend this vacation with Sarah," he admitted, and you giggled.

"What, you don’t want to spend your time having to explain every joke you make?" you asked in mock offense.

You squealed as his arms wrapped around you and pulled you into the bed. Straddling him, you rested your hands on his chest, warmth spreading through your body.

As you gazed down at Arthur, his eyes sparkling with adoration, you couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Your mind kept drifting back to the way Charles had looked at you earlier. You pushed the thought aside, focusing on the man beneath you.

"I love you," Arthur murmured, pulling you down for a kiss.

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The next morning, you woke early, the unfamiliar bed and jet lag disrupting your sleep. Quietly, you slipped out of bed, careful not to wake Arthur. You made your way downstairs, planning to enjoy a quiet moment on the patio with a cup of coffee.

To your surprise, Charles was already there, nursing his own mug as he stared out at the view.

"Couldn't sleep?" you asked softly, joining him at the railing.

He turned to you, a small smile playing on his lips. "Not really, too much on my mind."

"I’m sorry to hear about you and Sarah," you said softly, and he laughed, shaking his head.

"Don’t be," he said. "It was never serious."

"Seems like no one you date is ever serious," you commented.

He sighed, looking over the waves before speaking again.

"I feel like I’m just waiting to feel that fiery passion about someone, but it never happens," he admitted.

"Do you ever think that maybe love isn’t a fiery passion?" you countered, and he raised an eyebrow at you in confusion. "When I think about the love Arthur and I have, it isn’t a fiery passion. It’s stability, it’s a warm embrace, it feels like home."

Charles didn’t say anything at your admission, just gave you a weird look.

"I’m not sure I agree that’s true love," he finally said before heading back inside.

You frowned at his comment. Of course, it was true love. You couldn’t imagine life without Arthur; he was your rock.

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Later that morning, Arthur stirred awake, reaching for you, only to find the bed empty. With a groggy sigh, he pulled himself up and ran a hand through his messy hair before heading downstairs, where he found you in the kitchen, pouring a fresh cup of coffee.

"Morning, mon amour," he murmured, wrapping his arms around you from behind and pressing a lazy kiss to your shoulder.

"Morning," you replied with a smile, leaning into his embrace. "I was just thinking we should go explore the town today. Just the two of us."

Arthur perked up at that, a boyish grin spreading across his face. "I like the sound of that. Let’s get ready and head out."

After a quick breakfast, the two of you set off, hand in hand, strolling through the charming cobblestone streets of the Greek town. The sun was warm, but the gentle sea breeze made it comfortable as you wandered past whitewashed buildings with bright blue doors, flower-covered balconies, and quaint little shops.

At a small market square, you stopped to admire the vibrant stalls selling fresh fruit, handmade jewelry, and local crafts. Arthur picked up a delicate bracelet, the beads painted in shades of blue and gold.

"This would look beautiful on you," he mused, gently slipping it onto your wrist.

You smiled, admiring the way it sat against your skin. "It’s perfect."

Before you could protest, Arthur handed the vendor a few bills, grinning. "A souvenir for our trip."

"You really didn't have to," you said, but he just shrugged, eyes twinkling with mischief.

"I'm your boyfriend; spoiling you is in my job description."

You rolled your eyes playfully but couldn't fight the warmth spreading in your chest.

Continuing your walk, you came across a cozy little café tucked in a corner of the town square. The scent of freshly baked pastries filled the air, and you tugged Arthur inside, settling at a small table with a view of the bustling street.

As you sipped on a cool iced coffee, Arthur reached across the table, brushing his fingers over yours absentmindedly. "You seemed distracted last night," he said softly, watching you closely.

Your breath hitched slightly, but you forced a smile. "Just tired from the trip."

Arthur studied you for a moment, as if deciding whether to believe you, but eventually, he let it go.

After finishing your drinks, you spent the rest of the afternoon exploring hidden alleyways, stopping to take pictures, and making each other laugh with inside jokes. Arthur never let go of your hand, his thumb tracing lazy circles on your skin as you wandered.

As the sun began to dip toward the horizon, casting a golden glow over the town, you and Arthur found yourselves sitting on a stone ledge overlooking the sea.

"This has been the perfect day," you admitted, resting your head on his shoulder.

Arthur pressed a kiss to your hair. "Every day with you is perfect."

For a moment, you let yourself believe it. You let yourself drown in Arthur’s warmth, in the steady, familiar love he gave you.

But then your mind wandered back to the morning. To Charles. To the way he looked at you. To the way his words lingered in your mind, unsettling you in a way you couldn't quite explain.

And that’s when you realized—something had shifted.

When you got back to the villa, Arthur headed upstairs, saying that he was exhausted. Charles had seemed to just get back from dinner with some friends he knew in town and ran into you in the kitchen.

“Heading to bed?” he asked.

“I’d rather not, I’m not that tired,” you replied.

“Late-night beach walk then,” he suggested, and you found yourself nodding. He was your friend, and this was normal. You and Charles had done plenty of things alone before, this was no different.

The two of you set out, walking along the water and chatting about the day’s events. Lost in conversation, you missed a small hole a kid had dug into the sand and stumbled forward. Charles' arms shot out to grab you, safely pulling you into his chest.

As you stood there, pressed against Charles' chest, time seemed to slow. His arms were still wrapped around you, strong and secure. You could feel the warmth of his body, smell the faint scent of his cologne. Your heart began to race, and you found yourself unable to look away from his intense gaze.

"Are you alright?" Charles asked softly, his voice low and concerned.

You nodded, not trusting yourself to speak. You should step away, you knew that. But something kept you rooted to the spot, lost in the depths of Charles' eyes.

He made no move to let you go either. His thumb brushed lightly against your waist where he held you, sending a shiver down your spine. The air between you felt charged, electric with unspoken tension.

"Y/N," Charles murmured, his face inching closer to yours.

Your breath caught as you stood frozen, but Charles snapped out of whatever he was thinking, quickly letting go of you. The walk back was silent, but Charles stopped you before you turned toward the house.

“You are going to hurt him,” he said suddenly, and you turned to him, a confused look on your face.

“What are you talking about?”

“Arthur,” he said, clearing his throat. “You don’t love him, not really.”

“Is this because of our conversation earlier?” you asked, irritation filling your voice. “I love your brother, nothing is going to change that.”

“Of course, you love him,” Charles said. “You love him as much as you love Lorenzo and Pascale, but you aren’t in love with him.”

You flinched back like you’d been slapped. “How dare you? You don’t know anything.”

He scoffed, looking up at the house. “I’ve watched you these past couple of months. I notice how you are toward him, and honestly, how he is toward you. You treat each other as if you’re just best friends who stumbled into a relationship.”

“We are best friends,” you seethed. “What the fuck are you talking about, Charles? Watching me? Like you have been this whole trip? You don’t think I noticed? What, so I can be your next six-month conquest? Someone you can collect?”

His jaw clenched at your words as he took another step toward you.

Charles' eyes darkened, his expression shifting into something unreadable. His voice, when he finally spoke, was laced with frustration.

"Is that what you think of me?" he bit out. "That I'm some selfish asshole who just goes through women for fun?"

You let out a bitter laugh. "I don't have to think it, Charles. Your track record speaks for itself."

His nostrils flared, and for a moment, he looked like he wanted to argue—but then, something in him snapped.

"You know what? Maybe I do go through relationships too fast. Maybe I haven't found the right person yet. But at least I’m not lying to myself about being in love when I'm not."

Your hands curled into fists at your sides. "Screw you, Charles."

He leaned in, his voice a low, taunting whisper. "You don't get it, do you? One day, you're going to wake up and realize that Arthur was just the safe choice. The easy choice. And by then, it'll be too late."

Your breath caught in your throat. Heat flared through your body—not from attraction, but from sheer, unbridled rage. Before you even processed what you were doing, your hand flew up and cracked across his cheek.

The sharp sound of the slap echoed between you. Charles’ head snapped to the side, his jaw tightening as his skin flushed red where your palm had connected.

A heavy silence fell. Your chest rose and fell rapidly as you stared at him, your hand still tingling.

He turned back to you slowly, his tongue darting out to wet his lower lip, his expression unreadable.

"You done?" he murmured, voice rough.

Your fingers trembled at your sides, anger and something dangerously close to regret warring inside you.

"Go to hell, Charles," you spat before storming past him, heading toward the house.

You didn't look back.

But you could feel his eyes on you the whole way.

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“Are you sure you’re okay?” Arthur asked you, worried. You had been uncharacteristically quiet the whole morning.

“Yeah, just sad we’re leaving,” you lied, forcing a small smile on your face. Last night felt like an open wound, and the faster you could get out of here, the better. Following Arthur downstairs with your stuff, you joined the family in saying goodbye to one another as everyone departed back home. When Charles didn’t say goodbye to Arthur, just motioned for him to load his bags in, a sense of dread overcame you.

Since you all lived in Monaco, naturally, you’d be taking Charles’ private jet back.

Arthur chatted about the trip the whole way to the airport, getting minimal responses from both you and Charles, but he didn’t seem to notice. As you boarded, Arthur sat across from his brother, and you moved past the two, choosing to sit at the front of the plane.

“Mon chéri?” Arthur called out. “Why are you sitting over there?”

You gave him a fake smile, “I want to read my book, and your talking will distract me.”

You tried to sound teasing but knew you fell flat. Arthur looked at his brother, but Charles refused to meet his eyes, looking out the window instead. True to your word, you spent the rest of the flight reading and were relieved when you landed.

Arthur said goodbye to Charles, and you prepared to play pretend, but Charles looked at you for three seconds before turning and getting into his car without a word. You stared after him, hurt written all over your features, which didn’t go unnoticed by Arthur. He didn’t say anything, but it gave him something to think about.

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The next couple of weeks were weird. You and Arthur fell back into your normal routine and social calendar, but it felt like there was a new distance between you. You noticed yourself pulling away from him a little bit, and his nonchalance about it threatened to confirm what Charles had said.

It was Friday night, and the two of you had just gotten back from dinner with your friends, Arthur following you to your apartment.

“Have a drink with me on the balcony?” he asked, almost nervously.

“Sure,” you replied, going to grab two wine glasses from the cabinets and filling them with a new bottle you had just bought. You met him outside, and he was quiet, contemplative, as he gazed out at the skyline. You handed Arthur his glass and took a sip of your own, leaning against the railing beside him. The night was warm, a soft breeze brushing against your skin, but the weight in your chest made it hard to enjoy. Arthur was never this quiet.

“I’ve been thinking,” he finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was careful, measured, like he was picking his words delicately. “About us.”

Your fingers tightened around the stem of your glass. You knew this was coming. You had felt it in the way his touch had grown less frequent, in the way your conversations had started to feel like those of two friends catching up rather than lovers sharing their lives.

“Yeah?” you prompted, keeping your voice steady.

He turned to look at you, his brown eyes filled with something like fondness—soft, but resolute. “I think we both know this isn’t working the way it should.”

Your heart clenched, but not in the way you expected. There was no sharp pain, no suffocating grief. Just a slow, aching realization that he was right.

You swallowed, setting your glass down on the small table beside you. “Arthur, I—”

“You don’t have to say it,” he interrupted gently. “I’ve known for a while now.” He exhaled, shaking his head with a small, wistful smile. “You know when I knew for sure?”

You stayed silent, waiting.

“That day we got back. When Charles walked away from you without saying goodbye.” His voice was steady, but there was something sad in his expression. “I saw the way you looked at him, like he had just taken the air right out of your lungs.” He gave a small, dry chuckle. “You’ve never looked at me like that.”

Your breath hitched. You wanted to protest, to deny it, but the words wouldn’t come. Because he was right.

“Arthur, I love you,” you said, and you meant it. Just not in the way you were supposed to.

“I know,” he murmured. “And I love you too. But not the way we should.”

Tears pricked at your eyes, but they weren’t from heartbreak. They were from the quiet, bittersweet truth settling between you.

He reached for your hand, squeezing it gently. “You’re my best friend. And I don’t want to lose that.”

You nodded, blinking back the tears. “Me neither.”

Arthur smiled then, small but sincere. “Then let’s not.”

The two of you sat in silence for a little while longer, sipping your wine, watching the city lights flicker in the distance. And for the first time in weeks, you felt like you could finally breathe.

The transition from dating back to friends was so simple that it was confirmation that it was the right thing. You still hung out with Arthur and your other friends weekly, but it felt easier, like you weren’t pretending any longer. You knew Arthur had told Charles, and he had tried to call you, but you didn’t answer. Your fight in Greece was still fresh on your mind. With the F1 season in full swing, you never saw him at family dinners either, which was okay with you.

You took the month after the breakup to fall back in love with yourself, picking up new hobbies and going on weekend trips alone or with other friends. That one month turned to a few, and it wasn’t until after the season was over that you saw Charles again.

The Leclercs had invited your family to their annual holiday party, and this time for sure you knew he was going to be there.

“Are you nervous?” Arthur asked, scrolling through his phone, lounging on your bed while you got ready.

“Why would I be nervous?” you asked, not even bothering to look away from the mirror. You could feel his eyes roll.

“First time seeing Charles since Greece,” he commented.

“Shouldn’t this be weird for you?” you questioned. “We dated for two years, or have you already forgotten?”

“I try to forget,” he shot back with a cheeky smile. You huffed, but a smile broke through on your face as you laid against him on your bed.

“I want you to be happy,” he said softly.

“I am happy,” you insisted. “Your brother is a pain in my ass.”

“He has a right to be. I kept him away from you for two years.”

“You were exactly who I needed to be with during that time,” you said honestly. He pressed his lips against your forehead in response before pulling you off the bed.

“Time to see if you were worth the wait,” he smirked, and you shoved him into the wall, ignoring his complaints.

The party was in full swing by the time you arrived, and Arthur immediately peeled off, looking for Lorenzo. You greeted your family, chatting with your parents for a bit before you saw him.

Charles stood across the room, laughing with a group of friends. He looked devastatingly handsome in a dark suit, his hair perfectly styled. Your heart skipped a beat as his eyes met yours over the crowd. For a moment, time seemed to stand still as you held each other's gaze.

Then he was moving toward you, excusing himself from his group. You felt rooted to the spot, unable to look away as he approached.

"Y/N," he said softly when he reached you. "You look beautiful."

"Thank you," you managed, your voice barely above a whisper. "You clean up pretty well yourself."

A small smile played at the corners of his mouth. "Can we talk? Somewhere private?"

You nodded, following him as he led you out to a secluded patio. The cool night air was a welcome relief from the warmth of the party inside.

“You came with Arthur?” he said, almost like a question, and you nodded.

“He’s still my best friend, Charles,” you said, amused.

Charles nodded, a hint of relief visible in his eyes. "I'm glad. I was worried things might be awkward between you two."

"It was at first," you admitted. "But we realized our friendship was too important to lose."

He took a step closer to you, his voice softening. "And what about us? Is our friendship too important to lose?"

You felt your heart rate quicken at his proximity. "I don't know, Charles. You said some pretty hurtful things in Greece."

"I know," he sighed, running a hand through his hair. "And I'm sorry. I was frustrated and jealous, and I lashed out. But I meant what I said about you and Arthur not being right for each other."

"You were right," you conceded quietly. "But that doesn't mean there's anything between us."

Charles' eyes locked onto yours, intense and unwavering. He reached his hand up to your face, brushing his fingers along your cheek as he cupped your jaw. Your breath hitched at his touch, and you felt yourself subconsciously melt into him.

“Now tell me, mi amor,” he whispered. “That there isn’t anything between us.”

“Th-there isn’t anything between us,” you stuttered out, and he grinned, knowing he had you. His hand moved to the back of your head with a tighter grip, and he brought his face down, his nose almost touching yours.

“Oh yeah,” he murmured, lips lightly brushing against yours.

You stood frozen, your heart pounding in your chest as Charles' lips hovered just millimeters from yours. The tension between you was electric, crackling in the air like static. You knew you should pull away, but every fiber of your being was screaming for you to close that final gap.

"Charles," you breathed, your voice barely audible.

He pulled back slightly, just enough to meet your gaze. His eyes were dark with desire, but there was a vulnerability there too—a question.

"Tell me to stop," he murmured. "Tell me you don't feel this too, and I'll walk away right now."

You opened your mouth, but no words came out. How could you deny what was so glaringly obvious? The electricity between you, the way your body responded to his touch, the longing that had been building for years—it was all laid bare in this moment.

Instead of speaking, you found yourself leaning in, closing that last sliver of space between you. Your lips met his in a kiss that was both soft and urgent. Charles responded immediately, one hand cupping your face while the other wrapped around your waist, pulling you flush against him.

The kiss deepened, years of pent-up passion pouring out. Your fingers tangled in his hair as his tongue swept into your mouth, igniting a fire that spread through your entire body. You gasped against his lips, overwhelmed by the intensity of it all.

When you finally broke apart, both of you were breathing heavily. Charles rested his forehead against yours, his eyes closed as if savoring the moment.

“This doesn’t mean anything is changing right now,” you said once you caught your breath. “I’ve just learned how to be independent again. I don’t want to lose it.”

“That’s fine, mon chéri,” he said genuinely. “I’ve waited a long time for you. What’s a little longer?”

He led you back inside, his hand glued to the small of your back as you rejoined Arthur, who was talking to Lorenzo. Arthur gave you an “I told you so” smirk while Lorenzo’s eyes widened at Charles' hand.

“Damn, when do I get my turn with you?” he joked, and Charles glared at him while you and Arthur laughed.

“Never,” Charles said.

#f1 imagine #f1 x reader #charles leclerc x reader #charles leclerc #arthur leclerc

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