#like i love my mom and if she's happy that's great

[dollfacefantasy]

BIRTHDAY GIRL ♡

pairing: clark kent x fem!reader

summary: your boyfriend forgot your birthday :( how ever will he make it up to you...

cw: nsfw (18+), smut, oral sex (f receiving)

a/n: happy birthday to @fearcvlt!!! one of my sweet friends who i love so so much. i hope you're having a great day bb <3 alsooo just fyi to everyone, there will be no part 2 to this.

From the moment Clark woke up today he’d been busy, busy, busy. 

Given that it was a Saturday, he hadn’t expected the influx of tasks thrown at him. However he’d never been one to complain, so instead of moaning and groaning, he handled each thing as it came. 

In the morning, he had to go into town to pick up a few things for his mom. On the way back, he had to stop by the Talon to discuss some details of a recent wall-of-weird incident with Lana. At some point later on, Lex was then calling him up and asking for his assistance on something.

He felt like he spent more time behind the wheel of his truck that day than on his own two feet with how much he was having to go back and forth across the familiar streets.

Really, every moment of Clark’s schedule over the past week had gone something like this. Packed full from dawn till dusk. He had tests to study for and essays to write. His regular responsibilities on the farm never let up as did his small circle of friends asking to do something or the other. And recently, there’d been a strange string of accidents that he felt compelled to investigate.

Last night specifically, he’d been occupied with Chloe and Pete. What was supposed to be a couple hours of research stretched into a few laps through the woods looking for a variant type of meteor rock and then a car ride to Granville and back. Once he finally got home, he passed out for a couple hours and then scraped himself out of bed to get through all of today.

Now in the evening, he finally had a moment of quiet. He sat by himself on the Torch’s computer, fingers tapping away at the keyboard as he looked into connections between all the components they’d found over the last several days. His eyes flicked across the tiny words glowing on the computer screen. Most of the time Chloe handled the research aspect of their investigations, but he felt so close to having this resolved. With a few more details, he could have this thing cracked in an hour.

The sound of footsteps approaching the door pulled his attention away from the article in front of him. He knew from the quick rhythm of them, they belonged to Chloe. His eyes flitted to the entryway as she appeared. She greeted him without any words, her usual smile and slight wave serving as enough for the two of them as she came in and set her stuff down at her desk.

“You must be really invested in this whole thing if it has you working late all alone,” she teased while shrugging off her coat.

“Something like that,” he responded as his gaze drifted back to the screen, “I’m glad you showed up. I think I really have something on this guy.”

“Oh that’s good,” she said, looking much more interested at the prospect of new information. Coming up behind him at the desk, she skimmed the article over his shoulder. “You know, I thought you’d be with your girlfriend tonight, Clark,” she added as she reached for the mouse to scroll down.

His brows furrowed at the mention of you. While he could talk about you for hours and hours, he didn’t understand the point in her bringing you up now. It felt like a joke going over his head. She’d said it with the normal dose of teasing she used towards him, but the statement as a whole sounded earnest.

“Why would you think that?” he asked.

“I don’t know. I just thought you guys might do something for her birthday. I know she’s not having a party, but I guess I assumed she’d still want to hang out with you,” she answered. The way she said it was so casual. It wasn’t meant to mock or come off as a gotcha. That was what it felt like though because in that moment Clark realized something.

He forgot his girlfriend’s birthday.

Actually, that wasn’t exactly true. He hadn’t completely spaced the event. Last weekend, he’d planned this all out in his head. He called in a reservation at your favorite restaurant, stashed away a few small things to give you, even made a note of where he was gonna buy you a cupcake from. It was just that over the past week, he’d gotten so busy and distracted that those plans faded to the back of his mind. Today, he hadn’t even looked at the date, hadn’t even put together that today was your special day.

But none of the excuses mattered. No matter how he put it, when it actually counted, he forgot your fucking birthday. And maybe he could have played it off like everything was a surprise, that he’d only been pretending to be so oblivious and inconsiderate, if not for the fact that his truck should have been in front of your house an hour ago because he told you he’d pick you up for dinner.

He shot up out of his chair so fast that it fell backwards and smacked against the floor. His hands ran through his hair as he frantically tried to think of what to do. Such a strong wave of panic washed over him that he almost burst into super-sprint right in front of Chloe.

“Clark, you didn’t,” she said, looking back at him. He didn’t even have to say the words for her to surmise the reason for his reaction, “That’s bad, even for you.”

“I know,” he agreed, blue eyes still wide and full of worry, “How could I forget? God, I thought about this. I had all of it figured out. This was the one thing I wasn’t gonna miss.”

“Well the day isn't over yet…” Chloe offered with a slanted look.

He rubbed at his brow for a second before nodding. Of course he was gonna try to make it up to you. His mind just didn’t work as fast as his body. He still had to figure out how on Earth he was going to explain this, let alone justify his absence to you. But he could do that on the way to your house. He really didn’t have any more time to waste.

“Yeah, you’re right. I’ll have to go try to make the most of how ever many hours are left,” he mumbled.

She nodded in support. “I’ll take over here. You go save the day,” she said.

As soon as Clark was out of her line of sight, he bolted. He zipped into a blur, ditching his truck in the parking lot in favor of his own speed. Later he could come back to drive it home. He didn’t have seconds to spare at red lights or finding parking as he collected the things he needed.

It took him around five minutes to pull everything together. He grabbed the pale blue gift bag from his house, picked up a cupcake from the store (the last one they had), and snatched a bouquet of flowers on his way out.

Every step of the way to you, words of apology ran through his mind, ranging from I’m so so sorry, I’m such an idiot to I swear the truck just broke down, I couldn’t get service, but I’m here now. He tried to think of something that would make this salvageable, but truly, this was his worst screw up with you so far. He’d been late to dates before. He’d forgotten important things. But standing you up on your birthday? That might be the fatal blow to your relationship.

He slid to a stop in front of your porch steps. All the windows in your house were dark. He knew your house would be empty with your parents out of town, but he couldn’t even see the glow of your small tv shining up in your room. Dread bubbled inside him as he realized you could have still gone out without him. It wasn’t like he wouldn’t deserve it, but the possibility didn’t sting any less.

Steeling himself for the possibility of no response, he walked up the wooden steps and across the floor panels to your front door. He took a moment to run his fingers through his windblown hair. With one more deep breath, he shifted the flowers to the crux of his arm and knocked on the door. The gift bag hung off of his other wrist while that hand held the small box with your cake in it.

Five seconds passed and then another several moments of silence too. He resisted the urge to knock again. You could just be taking your time.

But after another bout of quiet went by, he tapped his knuckles against the door again three times. If you didn’t answer this time after another minute, he’d have to regroup, he told himself.

That minute went by the same as the last though, and he still didn’t want to leave. He considered saying something or calling for you through the door; though, at this point in time, he wasn’t sure if his voice would be a strong selling point.

He waited another handful of seconds before raising his fist. Third time’s a charm, right? But before his fingers could make contact, he heard the lock unlatch and the knob twist in that clunky way it always did. Relief fizzled all through his body before he even saw your face.

The door cracked open. From what he could see, the interior of your house was as dark as the windows led him to believe. The nearest streetlight doused the small sliver of space in a faint glow. He could see your leg covered in fuzzy pajama pants and the side of your upper half adorned in an old oversized t-shirt. Your face appeared seconds later. At first, your expression looked neutral. Well you looked sad, but you didn’t look angry, which was what he had been afraid of.

Then your eyes lifted to look at his face, and once they registered the sight of the person before you, that fire lit up in an instant.

Immediately, you tried shutting the door, but he was quick. He stuck his foot forward, jamming his boot in the entryway to stop it from closing. The pressure didn’t really hurt, but he still winced for show.

“Baby, wait,” he pleaded, “I know you’re mad, and you have every right to be. I deserve it-”

“Save it, Clark,” you gritted through your clenched jaw.

You threw your entire body weight against the door in an attempt to shut him out. He could hear your feet scraping against the floor along with your soft grunts as you tried forcing it closed. It would probably be cute if he didn’t feel so guilty.

“Just hear me out,” he tried again, “I’m sorry for being late. I’m really sorry. There’s no excuse that would make it ok, so I won’t even try to give you one. But please, sweetheart. I brought you some stuff, and it’s still your birthday-”

“You’re more than late! Late is fifteen minutes! Late is when thirty minutes pass so you call and explain you’re stuck in traffic! Late doesn’t mean an hour goes by and you finally show up because you realize you don’t have anything better to do, so you might as well!” you cut him off.

You couldn’t have said anything worse to Clark in that moment. He never wanted you thinking this was intentional, that he chose to be anywhere else that wasn’t with you. Now he pushed back a little. He leaned into the door, using his strength to scooch you further into the house and allow himself room to slip inside. As he did, he let some grunts slip out and even took a few seconds to give the illusion that you had a fighting chance.

“I swear this wasn’t on purpose. I’d never choose to make you wait or make you think that I don’t care or something,” he continued. A hint of desperation laced his words now. “I didn’t even forget. I’ve been planning this, and I had it all laid out in my head. I just… I just lost track of time. And it’s my fault, but I can make it up to you if you let me.”

You had turned away from him once he actually made his way into the house. Your body stood stiff as a board. He couldn’t even see your face to get some kind of read on how his words were coming across. And even worse, you weren’t saying anything back. He hesitated, mentally debating whether he should proceed with his pleas or give you a second. But ultimately, the former won. Logic and Clark didn’t mix well when it came to getting in your good graces again. He would do anything to make that happen.

“Honey, I know I missed the first part of the night, but I’m here now. And you’re here, and you look beautiful like you always do. And it’s still your birthday and I have some stuff for you,” he added.

“It’s not about the stuff, Clark. It’s not about what day it is or whatever,”you responded. You turned around to face him again. In the darkness, he couldn’t really make out your features, but your voice cracked. He didn’t need any light to know how your eyes were watering right now. How your lip was wobbling in that timid pout. 

He hated that he was so familiar with your disappointment.

“I’m sorry,” he said again, though this time they came out much weaker, like the sound of a dying soldier.

You took in a shuddery breath, either in preparation to yell at him or to maintain what you had left of composure. Neither happened right away. That almost felt worse, leaving him to burn under the heat of anticipation.

“I just… I don’t understand you. You can be so sweet. So caring. You make me feel like you really love me, but then you do stuff like this,” you finally said. Your voice cracked again, but this time it nearly stopped your words from coming out. You were losing a battle of your own against your tears.

“I do really love you,” he replied without a second thought. He dropped the flowers onto the nearby end table, shoving the gift bag and small box on after it. His arms opened for you as he took a step forward. He only hoped you wouldn’t push him away.

But you didn’t. You took the same step with your own feet and let him embrace you. The warmth of his body engulfed you all at once as his big arms looped around your frame. One of his hands found your head, cradling it against his chest.

“I do love you, baby. Always. I never want you to think I don’t,” he said softly.

You sniffled and squished your face against his chest. He held you tighter against himself. It didn’t feel tight enough. It never did for Clark. He always wanted you closer, held more securely, but he had to hold back if he didn’t want to shatter your bones.

“Hey, hey. Don’t cry,” he cooed, planting a few kisses on the top of your head, “Don’t cry, babe. Please. I’m not worth it, alright? I don’t want you so sad over my stupid mistakes.”

While you weren’t saying anything, the weight of your emotions filled the air all around you. They were practically tangible to Clark - the disappointment and betrayal. The insecurity he caused. The pain he inflicted. He was almost glad you usually stayed silent while crying because he didn’t think his Kryptonian DNA would save him from being crushed by your words. At the same time, you didn’t have to speak them for him to understand the potential sentiment. He could tell from the muted nature of your sadness right now. You had gotten your hopes up. You believed that because tonight was special, it would be different. He would show up, and it wouldn’t be like countless other dates and occasions.

He stood there with you in the hall, rubbing your back and rocking back and forth with you a little. After a few minutes, he nudged your head back with the tip of his nose. “Let me see those pretty eyes, baby,” he whispered.

His own vision had adjusted to the dark by now. When you tilted your head upwards, he could see the small spheres all glossy, your lashes wet with the recent tears. He leaned in and kissed the shiny streaks running down your cheeks. The right one first, then the left. His hand cupped your face with all the care in the world.

“There’s my girl,” he murmured as he brushed the tip of his nose against yours.

You gazed back into his bright blue eyes. God, you knew you should make this harder for him. He deserved to work for your forgiveness, but nothing made you weak like Clark. One glimpse of his eyes all wide, looking at you like a scolded puppy, and any anger towards him melted away like ice left out in the summer.

He laid a few more kisses along your face, moving his lips from one feature to the next. “You’re too sweet to be crying like this on your special day,” he said.

His thumbs swiped away remaining tears while your eyes began to dry up. Warmth filled your body again, blooming up in the hollow cold left by your prior loneliness. Looking at his face pushed the sadness away. Maybe today hadn’t been totally ruined.

“I won’t let this happen again, alright?” he told you in a hushed tone despite no one else being in the house. He made sure not to promise though. “I’ll get a calendar or something. I’ll write notes for myself. I’ll write ‘em all over my body like in that movie we watched last summer.”

“The movie that you left halfway through,” you said, your voice gently teasing now.

He exhaled sharply, and a smile spread across his lips. His eyes held a degree of shame still. It felt wrong to laugh about something like that when it was a piece of the issue at hand. But he could tell you were trying to lighten the mood, and he wouldn’t make you feel bad about that.

“I still got the idea,” he defended and ducked in, giving you another long kiss.

His arms pulled you tighter against his body while his hands swept down onto your back. One stayed between your shoulder blades as the other ventured South. His fingers glided over the small of your back, coasting over the top of your ass.

“Let me make it up to you,” he said.

You bit your lip at the sensation of his roaming hands. Allowing him a few more smooches, you finally pulled back to catch your breath for a moment.

“How do you wanna do that?” you asked.

He grinned, those sharp canines peeking out near the corners of his mouth. “I have something in mind, but any way you want is fine, baby,” he murmured.

“You can try your way…” you agreed. You had an idea of what he was picturing, and it wasn’t something you felt the urge to interfere with.

“Try,” he repeated playfully before pulling you into another series of kisses.

The two of you stumbled away from the front door and your gifts left on the end table. His feet followed yours down the hallway in the direction of your bedroom. Your back bumped into the wall a few times before you both slipped through the entrance of your room and found your ways to the bed.

The backs of your thighs hit your soft mattress first. Your smooth skin rubbed against the floral sheets spread over your bed. You let yourself fall back, and Clark’s body went with yours.

You shifted around, scooting up so that your head was on one of the plush pillows near the top of the mattress. He ended up with his frame hovering above your own. Only a few seconds passed before he pressed his lips to your again. Sometimes it felt as though Clark could kiss you all night. He paid so much attention to your lips, put so much dedication into every flick of his tongue and teasing pull with his teeth.

Your hands tried to return the same amount of reverence with their touches. You rubbed them up over his broad shoulders and along the nape of his neck. Your fingertips twisted the ends of his dark hair before sliding between the strands and scratching his scalp.

A groan rumbled up from his chest. You responded with a softer moan of your own. To go with the sound, your legs rose up against his sides and pressed into his hips. You pulled him closer, subtly urged him to tend to you where you wanted him most.

He finally pulled his mouth off you a minute later. His breaths now came out in harsh pants. The warm air fanned over your face while you stared up at your boyfriend. A cute shade of pink filled his cheeks while his pupils dilated with lust for you. His lips shimmered with your saliva under the faint light of the moon beaming through the window.

“My perfect, pretty girl,” he mumbled before dropping his head to your neck.

His attention focused there now. He kissed all over the column of your throat, moving without much strategy. Most of the time, Clark was very eager for you. He explored your body based on pure desire and nothing else. It always ended up feeling good for you though. Seeing his passion was half the pleasure.

While his lips worked above, his hands groped at you below. His large palms massaged your hips and smoothed up and down your sides.  His fingers kneaded your soft flesh. The feel of it alone had him starting to fill out in his jeans.

“You deserve so much, baby. So much more than I give you. Gonna try to make you feel how much you deserve,” he muttered against your skin, lust-fueled thoughts escaping without resistance.

At your waist, his fingers hooked over the hem of your pajama bottoms and gave the fabric a shove. “Lift your hips for me, honey,” he directed.

You did so without a question, allowing him to pull the garment the rest of the way off. It was so frustrating for Clark sometimes. He had the ability to literally tear your clothes to shreds. If he wanted to, those pants could have been gone faster than you could have asked him not to rip them. But for now, he still had to play the game by normal rules.

He moved his way over to your collarbone and placed a few kisses along the neckline of your shirt before migrating South. His hands fell from your hips to your thighs. He gave them the same treatment, squeezing and grabbing. But he wasted no time in parting them.

With one palm on each, he spread you open for himself and settled between your open legs. The sight of your panties greeted him. The dainty cloth covered the precious part of you he was aching to see. He stared at the material for a moment. It wasn’t wet yet, but it was tight against your folds. He could see so much of you without really seeing anything at all.

Leaning in, he kissed your pussy over the fabric. It was chaste. Something less sinful than anything he’d done to your mouth. His thumb came next. He ran the thick digit from the bottom of your slit all the way up to your clit. He kept the pace nice and slow, teasing enough that a shudder came over you as you fought the urge to squirm.

His eyes flitted up to your face. He couldn’t get enough of how cute you were. The desperation was written all over your face.

“I’m not gonna tease, sweetheart. Not on your birthday. Not when I already made you wait too long,” he cooed.

His long index finger hooked around the seat of your panties and gave them a good tug. He worked the small scrap off of you and tossed it to the floor. They landed near the mirror. He only noticed because beside it was a dress, slung over the back of a chair. It was lacy and layered and cute. Probably the one you had on earlier. He could only imagine how sad you looked while taking it off and swapping it out for the more comfortable clothes you had on now.

He had to make this good for you.

Returning his focus to the junction of your thighs, his eyes fixating on your cunt in front of him. Your folds gleamed with the beginnings of arousal. His teasing had been just enough to get the fire started inside of you.

He looked back up at your face and brought his own that much closer. “You don’t know how lucky I feel to call this mine,” he said before kissing your clit.

A broken whine crackled out into the air. The touch was so gentle, so soft. It didn’t really feel like much. But the sight of him, the sound of his voice, his mere existence had your body reacting like a live wire right now.

Clark stuck out his tongue and dragged it up the wet expanse of your pussy. The first couple licks were exploratory, but after a few more, they became greedy. He lapped at your cunt. The tip of his tongue swirled over your entrance and danced across your sensitive bundle of nerves. His eyes fluttered shut at the taste of you.

Meanwhile, more sweet noises poured from your lips. You whined and moan, a few times only managing to choke out a breathy mewl. One of your hands clutched at his hair while the other alternated between clawing at the blankets and covering your face. It flipped back and forth between the two, trying to find the one that would bring some stability.

Nothing you do could fight off the feeling of him though. His lips spread and closed, making out with your pussy. He got louder down there. Wet noises echoed between your thighs. None of them bothered him. He was wrapped up in the task of pleasing you. Nothing else mattered.

Clark didn’t get embarrassed in moments like these. Sometimes while on top of you he could get flustered, but with your pussy like this, he couldn’t string together the thoughts that would cause actual embarrassment. All he could fathom was a craving for more of you.

In these moments, you surrounded him completely. Your thighs wrapped around his head, pressing your skin against him. Your taste flooded his mouth. Your scent filled his nose. All he could hear were your needy cries. It was heaven, absolute paradise.

Grabbing your legs tighter, he held you in place more. You hadn’t started squirming yet, but by the time you felt the urge to, you’d be pinned in place. Somehow he put more effort into this now. He boosted your hips a bit before devouring you.

His mouth worked with desperation you’d never seen from him before. You called out his name before choking out another moan and letting your head fall back. He ground his hips into the mattress below him, chasing whatever physical pleasure he could find to match the bliss he felt inside.

While on top of you, Clark could run his mouth. Endless babbles of praise and cooed praises would fall from his lips. But right now, he was fixated on using his mouth for something more important. He could feel your muscles flexing against his tongue, clenching around nothing. You were getting close.

“That’s it, baby. Feels good?” he asked when he finally pulled himself back for some air. His fingers took over his mouth's duty, rubbing your clit fast and with good pressure.

Your hips bucked as a yelp flew out of you. Despite that, you still nodded as fast as you could. “Mhm. Gonna cum,” you whimpered, as if he needed the warning.

“Go ahead, birthday girl. You can cum whenever you're ready,” he said. He smacked a kiss on your thigh before diving back in and nuzzling into your cunt. His tongue swirled with fervent admiration before lashing over your little bud.

The rapid motion flicks you right over the edge. You gasped before whining. Your hips squirmed while you closed your fingers into a fist around Clark’s hair. You grabbed the soft tresses so tightly you might have pulled a few out. He didn’t complain about any of it though. How could he? It felt like everything in the world was perfect when he had you like this.

He rolled his own hips against the mattress a few more times. You were so caught up in your own release that you didn’t hear the whimpers coming from him. You didn’t catch the vibrations from his moans reverberating against your skin. His own pleasure did nothing but spur him on to keep working you through yours.

As you started to come down, he was still going. His movements were a bit sloppier, but he didn’t have any plans of stopping. It was when you whimpered and pushed at his head that he backed off. 

He looked up at you. Despite the smirk on his face, his voice came out gentle. “No more? You too sensitive?”

You nodded. “If you can stay, we have the whole night,” you offered.

His smirk broke into a full smile, and he crawled up the mattress to peck your lips. “I can stay. It’s still your birthday after all. We got some more celebrating to do.”

“Mhm,” you agreed. You kissed him again, tasting yourself as your lips met. Your hand trailed down his body to the waistline of his jeans. Before you could even ask, his fingers wrapped around your wrist and guided your limb back up.

“I’m fine, baby,” he said with a sheepish smile, “Plus it’s your birthday. It’s supposed to be all about you.”

“Oh my god, you’re really pushing the birthday thing,” you teased.

“I’m gonna keep pushing it until midnight because it’s true,” he said back. His hands cupped your face while he looked down at you.

After the two of you messed around a little more, Clark remembered the things he had left out by the front door. Pushing himself off the bed, he headed for the door. He was quick about getting your things, but he paused on the way back.

Instead of going straight to you, he walked into your kitchen. Rummaging through some of the drawers crammed full of spare parts and random coupons, he found a half-used pack of birthday candles and a lighter.

After opening the box that held your cake, he put it on a plate and jammed a pink-striped candle into the icing of your cupcake. With a click of the lighter, he topped it off with a small flame.

He headed back to your room, walking slowly so as to not have a surprise-ruining mishap on the way. Once he appeared in the doorway, you glanced at him. Your eyes caught on the lit up cupcake, and your whole face brightened. He chuckled and walked further into the room. Seeing that made the beginning of the evening sting less.

“You’re not singing,” you teased as you sat up on your bed and watched.

“That’s because I want you to have a nice birthday,” he replied.

The words brought actual laughter out of you, but you sat there patiently waiting as he walked over with the plate. He sat down beside you and held the plate before you. The whole time he remained careful, conscious of not getting the flame too close to any part of you.

“You gotta make your wish now,” he said and kissed your cheek.

Smiling at him, you thought for a second before turning towards the small flicker of fire. You stared at it for a moment, and then blew a small stream of air. It danced under the breeze before dissolving into thin smoke. He reached over and popped the stick of wax out for you, so you could eat your treat without impediment.

“What’d you wish for?” he asked as he brought the frosting-coated end to his lips.

“You know the rules. If I tell you, it’ll never come true,” you answered and took a bite.

He rolled his eyes, giving you a little poke to the side. “What about last year? That one come true yet or is it still a secret?”

“Still a secret,” you affirmed. You extended the bitten cupcake out to him. “Want some?”

“No, I’m alright. Already had my dessert,” he teased as he got up to throw away the candle. The words earned him a whine and a smack from you along with some grumbling about him being corny. But you had a smile on your face now, and that’s all he could want.

[rafesslxt]

beach night

DAY 1 valentines special <3

SUMMARY: it‘s your first valentines day together and rafe wants to do something special for you, even asking his sister for help.

WARNINGS: make-out session at the beach, rafe being the cutest ever, romantic date, emotional gift, rafe crying, mention of rafe's passed away mom

WORD COUNT: 2,4k

NOTE: english isn‘t my first language, thank you all for reading! Every like, comment or reblog is appreciated! <3

"What are you doing?“ Sarah‘s voice echoed through the steamy kitchen as she appeared in the doorway, which was filled with smoke and cursings coming from Rafe‘s lips as he tried to scratch the last remnants of noodles from the pot that was now pitch black.

"I‘m cooking." his voice was tight, his jaw tensed as he thossed the ruined pan into the kitchen sink. "fuckn‘ shit" he mumbled under his breath, running a hand over his buzz cut and then across his face.

"Yeah.. and why are you trying to cook?“ Rafe sighed, now looking at his sister's amused face. "It's valentines day." he answered, as If that would explain anything.

He rolled his eyes and groaned. "I wanted to surprise her with a.. romantic dinner." A smile crept onto Sarah’s face at her brother’s words. 

"Oh I should‘ve known this is about y/n. Why else would you be in the kitchen the first time after 20 years. So, what did you have in mind ?"

Rafe glanced back at his culinary disaster.  "I wanted to surprise her with dinner tonight – i know i can‘t cook, so I thought I’d practice beforehand to avoid ruining it.”

"Why don‘t you take her to a nice restaurant? You know she appreciates everything, no matter what you do." Sarah should know, she‘s your best friend. But Rafe already knew that you would be happy even if you both just sat on the couch watching movies all night long.

"I know that. But she deserves more. She deserves everything. And I don‘t want to do something with money, that‘s not impressing her." He sank into a chair, running both hands over his head, his elbows resting on the desk in front of him. “Can you help me?” 

"What?", Sarah looked at her brother in surprise. "You heard me. You‘re her best friend, you have to have an idea come on." "Well -", she began, walking over to sit across from him. 

"I mean let‘s brainstorm. What does y/n like? What is she talking about the whole time when you two are together?"

He leaned back, letting memories of their conversations, dates, and time spent together flood his mind "I mean she loves her family, her dog, her friends.. she likes clothes and makeup.."

His sister rolled her eyes. "Not like that. That‘s what every girl likes. I meant stuff like.. her passions."

Rafe nods. "She loves animals, always talking 'bout them. Loves trying new food, experimenting with it while cooking. Uh – she also loves the beach, the ocean in general."

Sarah smiled at him, causing his eyebrows to furrow in confusion. "What?“ "I didn‘t know you could be such a listener."

"Come on, Sarah, I don't have time for this." his voice tighter than before. "Alright alright.. what about a date at the beach?", she suggested.

Rafe's eyes widened, "Yes yes yes! She once showed me some tiktok's of a picnic at the beach 'n stuff. Bet she would love that." Rafe stood up from his chair and began pacing around the kitchen, excitement coursing through him at the thought of her face when she saw a full picnic spread out on the beach. 

"But how do I get the food to be warm when we get there ? I would have to pick her up." His gaze landed on his sister again. "Can you pick her up?"

"Yeah gonna do. John B and I aren't meeting until 10 pm." "Okay great. Uhm - okay I need to go and get everything. Just text her you wanna do something with her since John B doesn't have time for you -" "Uh - he does have time; he's just-" "Yeah yeah, broke ass boyfriend who's late so he has to push the date to 10pm to get everything sorted."

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He had literally thought of everything. He even enlisted Topper’s help, since that idiot hadn’t managed to secure a date aside from a little hookup that never happened because she dumped him.

Topper assisted him in setting up four fire torches adorned with fairy lights, and he also brought over the food while Rafe continued arranging the rest. He arrived exactly five minutes before you were supposed to show up with Sarah.

“Thanks, man.” He gave his friend a light slap on the shoulder, surveying the setup.

"No problem man, I like y/n. Even though she's a pogue." Topper chuckled before he turned towards Rafe. "Okay bro, gonna leave before the princess arrives. Call me up If you need anything else alright?" He nods and starts walking backwards while Rafe gave him thumbs up and a little smile.

Topper hopped into his car and drove off the beach, taking a different route to avoid crossing paths with you and Sarah. 

Meanwhile you and Sarah laughed in her car to a joke she just told you. "I can't believe he said that!" "It's JJ, what do we expect I guess?", you giggled, glancing outside the window for a short moment. "Yeah, touche."

You noticed Sarah taking a turn toward the beach instead of continuing down the road to her place. “Where are we going?” you asked, curious. "I don't know, felt like taking a quick stop at the beach. Romantic at Valentinesday.", she joked, wiggling her eyebrows.

A small laugh left your lips at her corniness. "Stop, you're almost acting like JJ when he wants Rafe to get mad at him for flirting with me." "I know, saw it last time and I had to listen to Rafe ranting the whole day at home how he's gonna punch JJ in the face so he never can talk to you ever again without a tongue."

You both hopped out of her car when she parked near the ocean. Just a little bit of sand separating you from the waves.

You quietly walked down towards the shore, Sarah taking a turn around a little cliff. That's when you saw it. Him.

"Have fun.", Sarah whispered into your eyes before disappearing behind you.

With your heart racing, you walked down theshore toward your boyfriend, a smile stretching across your face. “Rafe... what did you do?” you asked, clearly shocked, your breath taken away as the view became clearer.

As you reached him, he instantly reached out, pulling you close, his hands finding yours and intertwining your fingers. "Thought surprising you with something different than expensive stuff.", he smiled like a fool, full of love.

Tears of joy tingled in your eyes as you looked over his shoulder. It was breathtaking, like something out of a movie. Therewere various plates of food: one filled with your favorite fruits, another with candy, and a third brimming with crackers,cheese, olives, and everything he had found on Pinterest. Next to the plates sat a large pizza box and a bottle of your favorite wine, accompanied by two glasses.

Everything was beautifully arranged on a large white blanket, adorned with rose petals scattered among the different items.At the end of the blanket was a massive pile of pillows, every cushion Rafe could find around the house, except for those on the beds.

"This is - I don't even have words like, wow. It's so beautiful Rafe, thank you. Thank you so much." He reached down and tilted your head upwards, looking right into your eyes. "Everything. There's nothing I wouldn't do for you.", he whispered before crushing his lips against yours.

The kiss was tender and full of love, his lips moving slowly and intensely against yours.

He teased your bottom lip,smirking against your mouth as he felt you open up for him. His tongue found yours, and within moments, the kiss deepened,your hands exploring his chest and wrapping around his neck. Your body pressed against his, feeling his heart racing beneath his chest..

You felt your stomach getting all tingly, heat slowly pooling low in your stomach when you felt his hands greedily wandering over your stomach and right side, down towards your ass cupping it and pressing you even tighter against him.

A moan slipped past your lips, which he swallowed down like the air he needed to breathe. "Shit, stop doin' this shit or I'm gonna have you before we even made it to the blanket." he murmured against your lips, brushing his against yours.

Your eyes locked with his and a little smile formed on your lips. "Hmm, we wouldn't want that to happen, right?" A cheeky grin spread across Rafe’s face, revealing his mischievous thoughts.

You playfully rolled your eyes and took his hands in yours, pulling him toward the picnic. As you settled down, you glancedover your shoulder. When you turned back, Rafe was already hovering over you.

"I'm hungry.." Rafe grinned, looking at you like you were his last meal. "Rafe stop!", you giggled and pushed him off you so he tumbled beside you.

"Come on, let's eat before it gets cold.", you suggested, opening the pizza box. You took a piece and put it on a plate, placing it in front of Rafe while he uncorked the wine and poured each of you a glass.

"To us. To you, the most beautiful girlfriend on this planet.", he said with a cheeky smile, clinking his glass with yours before taking a sip.

You two started to eat and drink, the night filled with you guys laughter and chatting. "I know we said no big gifts and stuff but I still have something for you.", Rafe started when he placed a strawberry in front of your lips. "Rafe.." "Don't start baby doll, you're my girl, I can gift you what I want, alright?" A sight left your lips before you wrapped your lips around the strawberry, sucked it in a little bit and bit off a peace.

Rafe watched you intently, wetting his bottom lip with his tongue. "Damn you wanna get me high and dry tonight huh?" "What the hell?" you let out a loud laughter at that quote. "Weirdo.", you smirked at him while he pulled out a little box from the pocket of his jeans.

He pulled you into his lap, putting his head onto your shoulder from behind. "Here, open it.", he whispered inside your ear, putting it into your hands. You smiled at him and slowly took the lid off the small boy.

A small gasp left your lips when you looked at a beautiful shell that was threaded onto a golden necklace. "It's the shell you gave me when we first crashed into each other at the beach – the day you moved here, remember?" he kissed your cheek.

You could feel your heart aching with love, your troat slightly throbbing, trying to hold back the little sob. "You still have it?" "Hmm, always had it the top drawer beside my bed." his lips brushed against your cheek before he placed a gentle kiss there.

"Can you put it on me, please?" you asked, your bottom lip slightly quivering. " 'Course." he softly brushed your hair over your shoulder, took the necklace from your hand and placed it around your neck, securing the little clasp before placing your hair back over your shoulder. "Done."

You looked down at your chest and smiled at the little shell that hung now right above your other Necklace with an "R" on it. "It's beautiful, thank you. Can I give you yours now?", you smiled up at him, bending your head a little to look at him.

Before he could protest that you shouldn’t have gotten him anything, you pulled out something from your little purse. "Close your eyes." He obeyed, waiting patiently. You took his hand and opened it, placing the cool item in his palm.

"Okay, open now." ´, you told him, waiting for him to look at it. he opened his eyes and looked down o to his hand, a little golden necklace placed on it. He let out a chuckle and looked at you.

"Seems like we have similar tastes, huh?" "Open it, Rafe.", you said softly, knowing what's inside the golden pendant. He raised an eyebrow at you before taking it in both his hands and opening it up with his fingers.

His smile fell as he stared at the little black and white picture that was placed in it. He felt as if he were frozen, unable to move or even breathe. "Rafe? Baby..", you careful asked him, not sure If it may have been a bad idea to ask Sarah for that picture.

You saw his eyes filling with tears until the first one dropped right down his right cheeks, his lips starting to quiver. "I -" he tried to talk but his words were cut off by a little sob that made its way out of his throat. More tears followed down the first one on his cheek.

"I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to make you cry, Rafe. Shit I -" He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight embrace, his head resting against your shoulder as he sobbed like a child, clutching the necklace in his fist. 

"Thank you.", he cried out, his eyes closed as he tried to regain his composure "Do you want me to put it on for you?", you asked softly, kissing his cheek while your arms were wrapped around him.

You just nodded, causing you to get up a little and carefully taking the necklace from his fist he had opened for you. You put it around his neck like he had earlier around yours and placed the pendant on his chest, a soft smile on your lips.

He looked down at it, opening it again and looking down at a little photo of his mom inside of it, smiling brightly at the camera.

"I asked your dad for it. He told me it was -", you corrected yourself, "is, his favorite picture of her." Rafe took a deep breath, closing his eyes for a second before meeting your gaze again.

"I love you so, so much, y/n. This is - it means so much to me." He said, his voice still trembling. "I love you too, Ray." He pulled you in for a sweet kiss, both his hands cradling your cheeks. "Best Valentine ever.", he chuckled against your lips, making you giggle.

Best Valentine indeed.

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Secrets I keep | Part 14

Lando Norris x sister!reader

Max Fewtrell x norris!reader

Daniel Ricardo x Norris!reader

summary: You and Max have been dancing around your feelings for years but jealousy gets the best of us all..

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yn

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yn an idiot, fav people, and visiting my private chef 🦋

*tagged maxfewtrell, landonorris, carlossainz*

maxfewtrell Can you stop posting these horrible pictures of me?😭

yn why would I do that?

maxfewtrell cause you like me?

yn HAHAHAHA

maxfewtrell 😐

carlossainz private chef, sure hermosa.

yn you love me

carlossainz sure, whatever you say

yn ☹��☹️

lando carlos.

carlossainz yes, yes I love you.

yn 😊😊

user isn’t yn’s boyfriend a bit weirded out that she’s always hanging around Fewtrell?

user why would he? He’s lando’s best friend and has his own gf

user do you know their lore? Everyone thought they were dating when they were younger. HE LITERALLY KISSED HER HEAD ALL THE TIME

user oh. yeah but still, maybe they see each other as siblings. Lando also does that w her

user hm..

alexandrasaintmleux 🤍

user I love the norris duo + carlos dynamic

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“You wanna tell us what happened now, or are we gonna sit in silence?” Kelly said, raising an eyebrow. Alexandra nods “Yeah? Did he say anything? Do we have to ask one of the boys to run him over?” You laugh “No Alex, please don’t run him over”

“Alright, then spill” She claps in her hands. You just blush and look down “Oh my god, you did it” “She did what?” Kelly asked confused “It” Alex says, making a ‘catch up’ face.

“Oh, Oh!” Kelly’s eyes widened “That’s good, right?” You hide your face in your hands “How was it?” Alex teased “Alexxxx” You whine “Just a yes or no, then I’ll leave you alone” She chuckled “Yeah” You say quietly, still hiding your face “Then that’s great”

“Yes, I agree. As long as you’re happy, this is amazing” Kelly smiles and so does Alex. Alex looks behind you and her smile falls “Why is he here again?” You turn around and see Daniel, Lando and Max walking towards you. Max looks like he’d be happier if he was in a pool full of piranhas while Lando talks enthusiastically with Daniel.

Before Max can sit next to you, Daniel pulls out the chair and sits down. You try to scoot away unnoticeable. Lando sits next to Daniel, making Max sit away the farthest from you.

Alex and Kelly give you a look, which you return. Daniel finally turns to the three of you “Hello lady’s” “Daniel” Kelly is the only one who acknowledged him, while you and alex set up fake smiles.

You feel max’s eyes on you and you look at him, feeling yourself relax just a tiny bit. You give him a little smile that he returns.

“So? How’s it going?” Daniel asks in the round “Good.” Alexandra answers with a sharpness that he didn’t miss. Kelly nods along and Daniel’s eyes land on you “Great. Me and my boyfriend have been spending quite some time together, actually” You smile.

Lando shoots you a look that you ignore “How about you Daniel? Anything interesting happened since you’re unemployed?” The sharpness in your voice was obvious too.

“Yn.” Lando hisses “What? It’s just a question?” You shrug “He asked, I answered and asked the same question. It’s fine.” Before you could respond, two shadows appeared next to you “Hey guys.”

Oscar says, lily waving into the round “Could I steal the girls?” Lily asked, making the three of you get up. You wave to Lando and wink at Max, who’s cheeks turn light pink.

After the four of you left, Oscar looks at max “Could I borrow max? I wanted to talk to him about something and Mom wanted to see him” Lando nods unsure. Max gets up and walks away with oscar.

When they’re out of ear reach for Lando and Daniel, Oscar sighs “You okay?” Max nods “Yeah, why?” “Daniel is being a dick and sits next to your girlfriend.” Max head snaps to Oscar “What?”

“I’m not stupid, and neither is lily. We probably figured it out before you two did. Which wasn’t that hard tho.” Oscar shrugs “Come on. Let’s meet the others.”

-

As Oscar and Max round the corner to the Ferrari hospitality, Kelly, Alexandra and charles, lily and nicole, max and kelly and you sit there. You sit up once you see Max, but keep it down. Lily had obviously told you three the same thing.

Max sat down next to you “Rescue mission accomplished” Lily laughed and high fives oscar.

“Rescue mission? You two are crazy” You chuckle “You looked absolutely miserable over there, what else were we supposed to do?” Lily shrugged.

“I have no idea, Thank you tho” You smile at her, which she returns. You see max fidget with his fingers. You lean a bit closer, lowering your voice only for him to hear “Everything okay?” He smiles at you “I’m okay.”

You raise an eyebrow, not believing a word he’s saying. But before you can interrogate him any further, someone is calling your name. It’s Lando.

He’s coming towards you and the group, without Daniel. He stops and waves into the group “I need my sister for a moment” “Can’t that wait?” “No” “I’ll tell them either way afterwards, so spill.” “You don’t want me to do that.”

“Lando.” “No, really.” He gives you a look. You sigh and get up “I’ll be right back”

-

“So what is it?” You ask him once he pulled you into a quiet corner “What was that earlier? Did you ask them to get you two away?” “No. We talked and then sat down with oscar’s mom and with Max. It had nothing to do with you.” “I’m not talking about me”

“Neither Daniel.” “I don’t believe you. I mean, I talked to him. I don’t think he means any harm anymore” You raise your eyebrows “Lando, he hates max and doesn’t want us together. That was his goal all along.”

“No he didn’t mean it” “Lando, he’s in love with me.” “Yeah but he isn’t gonna harm your and max’s relationship” “You’re so gullible, Lando.” You clench your jaw and walk away from him, tears welling up in your eyes.

You walk with quick steps back to the group. Alex sits up as soon as she sees you “Hey? What’s wrong?” Her face scrunched into concern. Max’s head snaps to you and he also sits up.

You don’t say anything and grab your purse and jacket. Before you can stop it, one tear rolls down your cheek and Max is up in an instant “Hey, hey what’s wrong” One hand comes to rest on your back.

A sob escaped you and Max immediately wraps you into his embrace. His hand cradles your head. Max gets up “Let’s go into my drivers room, nobody needs to meddle” Max walks with you in his arms after max.

He opened the door to his drivers room but steps aside to let you two in. Max nods thankful and max closed the door after you two and leaves back to the group.

-

Once you calmed down, Max held you hands in his hands “What happened?” “He’s believing Daniel” You sniff “Oh baby” His thumb gently caressed your cheek “What did Daniel say?” “I’m not sure. But he believes that Daniel means no harm”

Max laughs “Sure, and i’m driving for redbull” He scoffs but his gaze softens once it lands back on you. “If there is one thing I learned in the last few weeks, then that we can’t care what others think. Look what it almost cost us. It’s just us against them.” He says with a warm smile.

You nod “His support is great, but we don’t need his approval or anything else to work. Okay?” “Okay” He wipes away the remaining dampness on your cheeks and presses a kiss to your temple, his arms once again pulling you into his chest.

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yn added to their story

[cap1: 10/10 sleep quality,would recommend arm pillow | cap2: 💐❤️]

alexandrasaintmleux: Did you fall asleep during the race?😂

yn after that cry session, yes 😂

alexandrasaintmleux on a serious note, don’t let it get to you. It’s not worth stressing over 🤍

yn I know, we talked about it 🤍🤍

franciscagomez cutie 😂❤️

yn 😘❤️

user still soft launch 🫠

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f1gossip

f1gossip Yn norris has been spotted around the redbull hospitality yesterday. Fans have spotted her watching the race from there with Max Verstappen’s Girlfriend, Kelly Piquet and Max Fewtrell, who is her brothers best friend. Is once again trouble between the norris duo?

user with Max? First they rip each other’s heads off and now they’re going against Lando? Sounds fake to me.

user she got nothing better to do than break up friendships of her brother??

user maybe she just watched with Kelly and max didn’t wanna be alone?

user oh please, he stayed alone in LN’s garage countless of times

user hear me out, what if they’re actually soft launching each other?

user let’s get you back to bed grandma

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“Be honest, am I being dramatic?” You look at Kelly, who shakes her head “Why would you be dramatic for expressing how you feel. Not to mention that Daniel does not like Max. He stated that multiple times. And you’re brother is someone who easily switches sides.” She sighs.

“Just focus on you and Max, then no one can destroy what you have. Be there for each other. Trust me, once the internet gets wind of this? You’re gonna need each other” Sophie, Max’s mother chimed in as she held her grandchild.

P was laying asleep, sprawled out on your lap. You sigh “I know. It’s probably the most scary thing. But if we don’t tell soon, what If daniel does it ? What if he convinces Lando to do it? At this point, I wouldn’t put anything like that past him”

“If you two are sure about each other, no one else matters” Sophie says softly, giving you a warm smile. You nod “Have you called your mom about this? Or your dad?” Kelly asked “No, why would I?”

“So they’ll talk to him. It’s getting ridiculous” Another voice chimed into the conversation. You all turn your head to look at Max, who just entered the room.

He quickly kissed Kelly, smiled at P’s sleeping form and goes to hug his mom, gently placing a kiss on the small child’s head in her arms.

“I know. But they don’t have to be involved in our drama” “They’ll get wind of it either way. The media is fast.” Kelly shrugs “I know, I know” You sigh. They were right. Daniel was gonna try to ruin everything. He had taken the person who was against him, on his side. That was a disadvantage and a heartbreak.

It was time to really talk things through with Max..

-

You open the door to your apartment, hearing max move around in the kitchen.

“Max? I’m home!” You yell as you take off your shoes. Footsteps make your way to you and Max smiles “Hey you, how was it at Kelly’s?” “Eye opening” You sigh and sling your arms around his neck.

“Really? How?” He hums and pecks your lips “I think we should talk” “Sounds serious” “I think it is” He nods in understanding and leads you to the living room.

You both sit down on the couch, his hand resting behind you on the couch.

“What do you want to talk about?” “Us” You say fidgeting. What you didn’t know is, that Daniel may or may not have set a little lie into Max’s head, then even he wasn’t free of insecurities.

His insecurity? Franco colapinto. Something Lando had overshared once when he was drunk to Daniel. Something the Aussie had recently used, making a pit form in Max’s stomach now…

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Like I said, we’re only getting started people.. 👀 I specifically left out some of the scenes you’ll be getting soon, that will paint the whole picture 🤭

The whole franco thing might not make sense now, but trust me its there (I haven’t mentioned it beforehand tho🤭)

[nubiawrites]

chapter seven

Pairing: Aaron Pierre x Black Original Character

Warnings: Slow burn. 18+. Smut. oral (giving and receiving). sex.

Summary: Iriye and Aaron experience a night of firsts.

Notes: FLY EAGLES FLY! Also, I'm excited to finally get this one out because I figured out the ending for this series, so enjoy the ride. It's gonna have some ups and downs. Comment, like, reblog, or send me asks. I want to hear your thoughts as I love responding.

MASTERLIST

Music floated throughout Iriye’s apartment, and Mariah Carey sang about it being her night, which set the mood. She was happy it was Friday and she had a date with Aaron.

For once, Iriye wasn’t on the lot that day, as she had decided to take a me-time day. She started with some Pilates, trying to remember the last time she had been to a class. Her instructor even asked her where she had been after her workout. She then headed for a quick lunch, walked around her favorite used book store, and got her feet and nails done.

Iriye came home and read a few emails before seeing the time and figuring she should get ready. She started getting ready, spending time scrubbing down in the shower. She exited the shower and moisturized, moving on to her skincare. After feeling refreshed, Iriye went to the closet to see what she had to wear.

As Iriye pondered an ankle-length dress, she heard her phone ring and grabbed it. She smiled as she saw who it was.

“How’s my favorite child?” The smooth voice flowed from the phone, Iriye seeing her mother on the screen.

“Mommy, I’m your only child,” Iriye chuckled. 

“Same difference,” Eve, Iriye’s mother, stated. “Oh, you got the silk robe we took from the spa day we had. Where you heading out to?”

Iriye bit her lip as she shook her head. That day with her mom had been a trip.

“Who says I’m going out?” Iriye asked.

“You are shea buttered down my dear. You learned that from me. Do you have a date?” Iriye could hear the smile in her mom’s voice.

“Yes,” Iriye said as she sat on her bed, phone in hand. “I’ve been sort of seeing someone.”

“And by seeing someone, you mean having protected sex?” Eve inquired.

“Mom!” Iriye shook her head at her mother. “We are too close.”

“We raised each other practically,” Eve said. Iriye’s mom was merely twenty-two years old when she found out she was pregnant. But her mom was always too cool, even if she knew when to lay down the law. “You’re my grown daughter. I know you be having sex,”

“We haven’t gotten to know each other that biblically,” Iriye stated. “But he’s different than any man I’ve been interested in before.”

“How so?” Iriye picked at a thread on her cover. 

“He’s so… authentically himself,” Iriye admitted. “I think sometimes he looks at me with rose-colored glasses.”

“And what’s wrong with that, sweetie?” Eve asked. Iriye sighed.

“Because what happens when he takes them off and sees me? Sees the good and the bad and the ugly,” Iriye admitted.

“Then you see if he likes what he sees or runs away,” Eve declared. “Not every man is like Jay,” Iriye sighed as she thought of Jay.

“You know he still calls Tamara,” Iriye mentioned. “I can’t fault her. They became great friends through me. But it still hurts. I feel like if I just… was a little more bending and willing to shine more-”

“Some men are just not built for women like you. Women like us. Their loss.” Eve shrugged after interrupting her. “You are so beautiful, intelligent, and talented. If a man can’t see that and step out of the way to let you shine, they don’t even deserve to be in your rays or your shadow.”

“I love you so much, Mommy,” Iriye said, trying not to get teary-eyed. It was blunt and straight to the point, but it was the truth served straight up. No chaser needed.

“Now wipe your tears and show me what you’re wearing. Because I know you took my favorite sweater dress, and I will get it back when I come out to visit,” Eve declared. Iriye got up and went to her closet, showing her options to her mother and purposefully skipping over the things she took from her.

Iriye was trying to clasp her bracelet when she heard a knock at the door. She headed out of her bathroom, looking through the peephole and saw Aaron crouching in it. She smiled softly as she opened the door, stepping back to usher him in as she tried to clasp the bracelet.

“Come in. I’m almost ready,” Iriye spoke, still struggling with the bracelet.

“Here,” Aaron shut the door behind him and approached her. “Let me help you,” Iriye tried again, huffing as she didn’t get it. She held her arm, clutching the bracelet in her hand. Aaron reached forward to find the clasp, his fingers gentle against her skin. He concentrated and finally got the clasp, Iriye smiling warmly.

“Thank you,” Iriye kissed him softly, Aaron smiling against her lips. “Hi,”

“Hello,” Aaron’s arms slipped around her waist. “You look-” He pulled back to take her in, his gaze sending a shiver down her spine.  “I think there’s not enough words in my vocabulary that can describe how good you look,”

“Maybe I can help you figure some out. You know… since I’m a writer and all,” Iriye winked. Aaron pulled her back in for a deeper kiss. “Don’t we have dinner plans?” She asked against his lips.

“We do,” Aaron said between kisses before pulling back, his hands smoothing down to her waist. “You look so beautiful, love.”

“Thank you.” Iriye pulled away and grabbed her purse. “Lead the way.”

Aaron and Iriye drove in comfortable silence, mixed with pleasantries and an impromptu sing-along to a Sade song they both loved. As they got closer to the heart of downtown LA, she watched as Aaron navigated the streets, and soon, they entered a parking structure. 

Aaron got out once they were parked and headed for her door, opening it for her. Iriye let Aaron help her out of the car, and she adjusted her dress. His hand slipped into hers, the tingles shooting up her arm every time they touched. Once they got to the elevator, Aaron pressed the button for the rooftop, and Iriye eyed him for a moment, him catching her eye.

“What’s on your mind?” Aaron asked, his smooth voice falling on her ears.

“The rooftop?” Iriye stated. 

“You’ll see,” Aaron said, kissing her hand. She leaned into him softly, watching the numbers tick off as the elevator rose. Once the elevator stopped and opened, Aaron led her out to a hallway with a frosted glass door. They walked down to the door and Aaron held the door open for her

Iriye took in the rooftop, seeing it was an intimate restaurant. Some were seated inside the glass space and others were further outside on the balcony.

“Aaron, this place looks incredible,” Iriye said, turning to see him taking in her reaction. 

“I’m happy to hear that, love,” Aaron stated. A hostess came up and led them over to a table outside. Aaron pulled her chair out for her, waiting till she was sat and comfortable before moving to his. 

“Where did you find this spot?” Iriye asked, grabbing the menu so she could look at what she wanted.

“A friend I made while working manages it,” Aaron stated. “And the food is amazing.”

“Look how connected you are.” Iriye looked over the menu and saw what she was thinking about for appetizers. The waiter came over to bring them water and take their drink orders. Iriye was taken in by how the sun set and the night came alive in LA. “I love this view.”

“Me too,” Aaron said as he took Iriye in. Words couldn’t even describe how beautiful she looked. Her eyes met his, and a heat came across his skin.

“Stop it,” Iriye felt her cheeks warming up, the pit in her stomach clenching as she took in him looking at her. “You look very handsome yourself.” “I clean up nicely after a long day,” Aaron chuckled, sipping his water.

“Tell me about your day,” Iriye asked. Aaron raised an eyebrow, which she returned with one of her own. “Please,”

Aaron regaled Iriye with stories of set life, how he was faring with his co-stars for the show, and how he was making friends with the crew. He talked about how the craft team had given him a few snacks that he liked, even though he was trying to stay in shape while filming Lanterns. She found it refreshing.

“I really am fortunate to get to do what I love,” Aaron admitted after the waiter took their order for shared appetizers. Iriye took a sip of her drink that was brought over, humming at the fruity cocktail as she listened. 

“You know you’re a rarity, right?” Iriye said. Aaron furrowed her brows. “This business has a way of jading people as they climb upwards and onwards. I’ve worked with a few people at different levels and rarely meet people who genuinely love what they’re doing. Who are grateful,”

“That makes me unique?” Blueish grey eyes stared into her soul, and Iriye had to focus.

“It does to me. No matter how big you get, you’re just you. Just Aaron,” Iriye shrugged, taking another drink. “I like that.” 

“I’m glad you do.” Aaron took a sip of his drink. “What about yourself?”

“What about me?”

“Do you love what you do? Writing scripts and scenes for unique people like me to act out,” Aaron rattled out. Iriye took a moment to think.

“It’s a love and hate relationship,” Iriye admitted. “There was a time I hated it—four years into living here. I was working as an assistant for an executive. It felt like they were doing everything possible to make me hate my job. Took so much of my sanity. But I was determined to stick it out. And a year and a half later, I proved myself. She said I could be just like her and take her job. That day, I decided to find another job. Anything. I put my notice in and helped train my replacement when I hired them. I worked at a youth center afterward, trying to find peace of mind. During that time, I found happiness in writing about what I could and wanted. Doing Uber Eats and the odd set job. I never wanted to be that… miserable ever again working a nine to five to make someone else feel important.”

“Are you miserable now? Working on Paradise Lost and all?” Aaron asked.

“Not at all. Everything I worked so hard for is coming to fruition.” Iriye stated. “I’m doing what I love with people who love it just as me,” She admitted. A smile took over Aaron’s face as he reached for her hand, stroking it softly when she put it in his hand.

Appetizers came and went, and Aaron’s friend Troy brought the main courses and two drinks. Iriye was intrigued as Aaron and Troy made quick conversation, retelling how they met.

“Never met a more encouraging spotter,” Troy admitted. Aaron crossed his arms over his chest in thank you.

“Anytime, brother.” Troy and Aaron hugged each other up before Troy shook Iriye’s hand in parting.

The conversation over their main course was pleasant. Iriye learned more about how Aaron was the oldest and how he was close to his siblings and family. How he talked about them made her wish she had someone to share the times growing up.

“I feel like I’ve talked too much,” Aaron stated, Iriye picking off his plate since he hadn’t denied her the first time she did. 

“Not at all. I find people with siblings interesting.” Iriye shrugged. “I’m an only child.”

“Your parents were one and done?”

“It was just my mom and I.” Iriye took a bite of his food, chewing and swallowing.

“Oh, I’m sorry.” Iriye raised her eyebrow at Aaron. “About your father,”

“I’m not,” Iriye stated. “He left when I was eleven. And honestly, it was probably for the best. My mom and I were better off without him.” She said pointedly.

“How so?” Aaron asked her, his eyes searching hers for a truth. Iriye had to look down at her plate, feeling like she was growing harsh with the mention of her father. 

“I… I’m not ready to talk about that,” Iriye simply said. She could see that look in his eyes—the one to dig deeper. “I just feel like it’ll ruin the night.”

“It won’t,” Aaron assured her.

“For me, it will.” Iriye wasn’t sure if she was ready to let Aaron know how she felt about the man responsible for half of who she was.

“I’m not going to pressure you,” Aaron said. “But just know, I’m ready whenever you are,” Iriye relaxed in her chair, those words washing over her. No pressure. Just patience.

“Thank you.”

By the time the check arrived, anticipation was the name of the game. Iriye was sipping her water, as Aaron had asked.

“I don’t want you falling asleep on me,” Aaron teased, Iriye watching as he wrote his signature. Iriye playfully let her heeled foot slide against the inside of his leg, watching as he stopped writing for a moment.

“Focus,” Iriye spoke, taking another sip of her water. Not even its coldness could calm the heat burning through her.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Iriye.” Aaron felt her foot gently stroking his leg.

“It’s not a bad thing if we both win.” Iriye placed the cup down. “Yours or mine?”

“What are you asking, love?”

“Your place or mine,” Iriye raised a brow. Aaron put his card back in his wallet before sipping his water. Iriye raised her foot high along his leg. She was just so close when-

“You’re something else, Iriye Edwards,” Aaron had her ankle in one hand. 

“What can I say? I know what I want. What do you want?” Iriye asked. She felt his fingers rolling her ankle softly in his hands. Aaron licked his bottom lip, those eyes of his growing darker.

“What I want… is to know how you look lying spread out on my bed,” Aaron breathed. Those words made Iriye take a deep breath, unable to break eye contact with him. 

“That’s someth-”

“I’m not done,” Aaron interrupted. Iriye shut her mouth quickly, hoping no one else focused on them. “I want to be inside of you every way I can. See how you look when you give in to the pleasure I can bring you, Iriye.” Iriye caught the Jamaican twang at the end of his words and felt the anticipation roll up her back. “Smell your scent on my sheets, even after you leave. Is that something you want?”

“Yes,” Iriye breathed. Aaron smiled.

“Then let’s go,” 

Iriye was buzzing as Aaron led her out of the restaurant and back to his car, her clutching onto his arm. It was the comfortable silence, fueled with the thrumming of her heart as she was mentally preparing for what was to come.

But all of it was thrown to the wind once they reached Aaron’s apartment and entered. Iriye didn’t have time to process as the door shut behind her, Aaron pressing her up against it as he kissed her.

Moans left Iriye’s mouth and found a home in Aaron’s. All the self control he held onto left as his hands went to her hips, sliding over her ass as Iriye wrapped her arms around his neck. 

Chest to chest, Iriye felt their clothes were a burden. She moved to push her hands under his suit jacket until Aaron pulled away from the kiss to shrug it off.

“You look so sexy in that dress… I can’t wait to see it on the floor,” Aaron groaned. Iriye giggled as he dragged her to the bedroom, Iriye trying her best not to trip over anything. 

Once inside the bedroom, lips clashed against as Iriye let her hands slide under Aaron’s shirt. He got the memo and backed Iriye to the bed until she fell into the familiar mattress. She leaned up to watch Aaron lift his shirt from his body, muscles and abs underneath the caramel skin.

“You can’t be real.” Iriye hummed, taking him in. Aaron smirked, grabbing her hand and dragging it down his abs. 

“I am. All for you,” Aaron groaned, feeling her nails dragging softly against the skin. She sat up more, making quick work of his belt and unzipping his pants. The peek of his Calvin Klein boxer briefs made him even more appealing to her.

Iriye slipped her hands into Aaron’s pants, helping him get the pants and his boxer briefs down, seeing the one-eyed monster between his legs. She kept her eyes on him as she let her tongue lick at the underside of his length, a groan escaping Aaron.

Aaron’s hand slipped to Iriye’s goddess locs, seeing he was trying to regain some sense of control as Iriye worked the tip of his length into her mouth. She focused on the head, finding it was her favorite part of his length so far. She wanted to spend the night playing with it and discovering what made him tick.

“Jesus,” Aaron breathed, peering down at Iriye playing with the slit of his cock, tongue wiggling against it. She was a pro. He pulled back, watching Iriye’s mouth fall open as she moaned for more. “You look so sexy.” Aaron slid his cock against her lips and she sucked the head into her mouth playfully. “Open those pretty lips for me, baby girl,”

Iriye smiled before letting her mouth fall open, Aaron pushing his length in her mouth. She whined, relaxing as she let him fuck her mouth. One hand went to grip his ass as she encouraged him to fuck her mouth. The other one went to her dress, tugging up the skirt. She slipped her hands between her thighs, moaning around his length as she touched herself through her wet panties.

Aaron thrust a little faster into Iriye’s mouth, her gagging some. She grasped onto his ass as he pulled back, licking up to see his eyes were half hooded and his hand grasping into her hair. Iriye went deeper, seeing how much more his jaw dropped.

“Fuck…” Aaron breathed and Iriye pulled back to suck before taking him deep again, her hand moving her panties aside and slipping her fingers inside, fucking herself and moaning around him. 

Iriye took him down further, gagging around his length as she relaxed, hearing Aaron praising her as she sucked him slowly. She wanted to savor him but she was fucking herself, her pussy growing wetter. She felt one of Aaron’s free hands trail down to the arm fucking herself. 

“I can hear how wet that pussy is Iriye,” Aaron groaned. “Bet your fingers—- fuck—- feel so good inside. But not as good as mine.” Iriye nodded, moaning once again. She whined as he pulled back, seeing him kick off his pants. Iriye was about to take off her dress when Aaron grasped her hand, pulling it out of her panties. Her jaw dropped as he sucked her juices off of her fingers, moaning around them.

Iriye pressed her lips against Aaron’s, tasting their juices together as they kissed. His hands pushed her dress up and lifted it, leaving her in the black lacy bra and panties. Her bra was next, his hands slipping them down her shoulder as they kissed. She was bare to him except for her panties. Iriye pulled away, her staring into his darkened eyes and licking her lip.

“Aaron, I need you,” Iriye moaned as she moved her hand around his length, giggling when he groaned at her touch. “Please…”

“Please, what? Tell me what you need, love.” Aaron kissed her again. 

“Aaron, please fuck me,” Iriye was helpless to her pleasure, needing him. She felt him pull away from the bed, reaching into his bedside drawer and opening a box of gold foil condoms, his length bobbing as he moved. 

Aaron helped her up the bed, his fingers landing on her panties and pulling them off. Iriye moaned as he pushed her legs apart, seeing Aaron lowering to her pussy. “I need you.” She let her hands trail down his shoulders and dug into his shoulders softly.

Iriye let out a moan as he licked at her pussy, seeing her juices on Aaron’s lips. 

“Please, Aaron.” Iriye begged. Aaron smirked up at her from between her legs. “Since you’re using your words,” Aaron trailed kisses up her body, her skin heating up more and more. Iriye moaned and kissed him back when he made it to her lips.

Aaron grabbed the condom, using his teeth to open it. He slipped it on as Iriye’s hand slipped to rub her clit and Aaron pushed it away. His condom covered length pushed between her lower lips, teasing her clit and a gasp came out of her. He slid his length between her lips a few more times, whines leaving her body as he teased her.

“Iriye…” Aaron groaned, sliding between her lips one more time before he grasped her cheek. “Keep your eyes on me. Let me know if you need me to stop.” Iriye nodded, her eyes locking on his. She felt him at her entrance, and he pushed in, Iriye gasping out.

Aaron could feel how warm she was through the condom, his length fitting inside of her like a glove. He had to focus as he fantasized about the moment he would feel all of Iriye wrapped around him. But his late-night and daytime thoughts were nothing compared to the reality below him, her legs beside his hip as his body pressed into hers.

Iriye tried her best not to squeeze around him, wanting to feel all of him, and she was.

“You feel so good, Aaron,” Iriye moaned, already beginning to feel intoxicated with lust. She cupped his cheek to pull him in for a kiss. “Move, please.” “Yes,” Aaron raised himself on his arms, pulling his length out before pushing back in, slow thrusts making Iriye whine. Her hands dragged from his hips to his back, nails grasping onto the caramel skin as she tried to focus on anything but Aaron taking her. 

Iriye rolled her hips against Aaron, and groans fell from his lips. She could see he kept his chain on, and she leaned to kiss him. The way his eyes caught hers, the sight too much for Iriye to focus on so she kissed him, letting him swallow all the moans and gasps that came from her.

“Shit Iriye,” Aaron moaned against her lips. The moans, groans and smack of flesh meeting wet pussy filled the room. 

“You’re fucking me so good,” Iriye cried out. “Harder, baby.” Aaron obliged her, hips moving deeper and faster into her. “Just like that,” Iriye’s eyes rolled into the back of her head. His hips moved into her, colliding with the flesh of her skin. Iriye wrapped her legs around his waist. Keeping him closer as he dug deeper into her.

“You like being filled like this?” Aaron breathed.

“Mhm,”

“That’s not good enough,” Aaron said, giving her a hard thrust into the fleshy spot that had a cry coming from Iriye. “Tell me. Talk to me, Iriye,” He groaned.

“It feels… it feels like you were meant to be inside me.” Iriye licked her lips, the lewd sounds of his cock moving inside of her echoed in his room.

Aaron watched her for a moment, seeing how her breasts moved with every thrust, the different sounds coming out of her as he moved a certain way. It made him want to lose it quickly, and he was okay with that as long as she came first. He could feel her walls tightening, and Iriye was getting worked up. That just made him thrust harder into her, her cries building more and more. Her pussy tightening around him as he coaxed her orgasm from her with his hard cock.

“Iriye…” He groaned, one of his hands sliding to her ass, to pull her harder into him. Her toes clenched at the feeling, liking how he was manhandling her as she grew closer.

“Don’t stop,” Iriye cried, her hand sliding down between them, her fingers finding her clit and rubbing it. Seeing her touching herself made Aaron focus on hitting her G-spot, the cries and moans between them making their breathing erratic and their movements following suit.

“Oh shit,” 

“Yes! Right there,”

“Iriye!” Aaron growled into her ear as he rolled himself into her, feeling the pit in his stomach grow. His balls tightened up and he moved faster, needing her to cum first.

“Shit! Oh! Aaron,” Iriye rubbed her clit faster, cries leaving her body as his thrust becane faster. With a grasp of her ass to pull her against him, the damn broke and Iriye cried out as she came, her juices spilling and coating the condom. 

Her walls tightening as she came had Aaron stuttering in a thrust before he fastened his pace once more, drawing Iriye’s orgasm out. It took him ix more wet thrust before he spilled into the condom, pulling Iriye’s hips closer to him. Iriye pressed kisses against his lips, cheeks, and shoulders, clutching onto him as they moved together, riding out their orgasms.

Their hips slowed, sweat clinging to their bodies as Aaron struggled not to suffocate her beneath the weight of his body. However, Iriye pulled him closer. Once he had regained his strength, he dragged them further up the bed. Iriye giggled as she felt his kisses all over her face before he found her lips. She moaned into his mouth as his hand rested on her stomach, and she whined. Aaron pulled out of her, and she whimpered, feeling her juices spilling out. He kissed down her body, lips moving to kiss and suck at her hard nipples.

“Aaron…” Iriye whined as she dragged her nails over his head as he kissed down. “You gotta…” She arched against him when he kissed down the softness of her bell, his tongue licking between her folds. “Let me catch my breath.”

“You got it, love.” He spread her legs over his shoulders. “Just breathe and let me taste you till you’re ready for round two.”

Iriye watched as Aaron devoured her, her night just beginning.

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It's not that easy

Summary: Nicky remembers meeting a woman named Rio, and you feel on cloud nine at the possibility of the four of you finally becoming the family you were always meant to be. But Agatha has doubts. She wants this just as much as you do, but she isn’t sure that wish will be granted that easily.

a/n: I'm sorry, sooooo sorry for the slow updates- I'm studying because at the end of the month I'll be attending a public competition and I'm doing by best to pass it.

Hope you enjoy the chapter :3 Have I proofread? Of course not, hihi! Bye for now!

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Tears welled up in your eyes as you gazed tenderly at your son. Your hands cupped his cheeks and the pads of your fingers grazed his newly warm skin. 

“You’re back– you’re safe,” you breathed out, with a watery, yet sincere smile. You could barely stifle back a sob the moment he mouthed ‘mama’ to you, then ‘mom’ to Agatha, with his tiny precious voice you had missed like air.  

Agatha’s lips cracked into a weak smile as she mouthed her gratitude to you over and over. In response a confused crease formed on your forehead, because honestly, whatever was she thanking you for? Nicky was your son, too. Of course, you’d try anything in your power to bring him back to you. 

She pulled the boy in, her arms wrapped tightly around his middle, her chin rested atop his head as she inhaled deeply. 

You moved a strand of hair from your face and looked closely at the scene unfolding before you. Your chest filled with a pleasant warmth, that helped ease the slight shivering of your body, perhaps given by the exhaustion that was catching up with you. 

“Mom, you’re squishing me–” 

You chuckled quietly at his small whine. 

Her hands glided up from his hips to his cheeks as she pulled away. “Sorry, I’m sorry… I just–” She replied in a stutter.

Nicky tilted his head, leaning into his mom’s cuddle. He knew what she was trying to say, so he helped out, with a smile. “I’m happy to see you too, mom.” 

She froze. You did too, and your heart ached for him. The possibility that he had, after all, been aware of everything, turned into a certainty. Nicky knew he died. He knew to have crossed over, only to be brought back shortly after. Swallowing a thick lump inside your throat, you locked eyes with Agatha, her jaw set in both guilt and sadness. You inhaled a shaky breath, trying to put it together, for Agatha and for him. He was there, he was alive. 

You leaned over, lips a few millimeters from his ear as you whispered, “haven’t I been missed?” 

He giggled, when your voice tickled his skin. That sound alone was enough for Agatha’s expression to shift completely, turn calm again, relieved. 

“Of course mama!” 

Your head lolled to the side as you hummed, “Um, and how much are we talking here?” 

“This much!” He squealed as he turned around. You barely had the time to open your arms when he threw himself into your embrace. You caught him with an ‘oof’ as your legs flew up and you rolled on your back, making sure your arms were wrapped around him protectively. 

Agatha sniffled amusedly. “Careful, you two–” She chided, wiping a single tear with her finger. 

Burying your face in his hair, you let your nostrils fill up with his scent. You inhaled and exhaled. He was there. Against all odds and despite the warnings you received. Nicky was alive. You felt his magic, still raw and buried inside him, waiting to blossom at the right time. It brought a sense of pride within you, the thought that someday he’d become a great witch. 

“Mama?” His hands moved from your neck, down to the fabric of your garment at your hips. 

You pulled yourself up, with Nicky still secured in your lap, “yeah?” 

“You saved me, didn’t you?” 

Your lips curled upwards as you locked eyes with Agatha for a brief moment. You caught the quivering of her chin as she nodded her head, swallowing those salty tears that kept falling on her lips. 

“I s’pose, I did, my love,” you muttered, reaching out to comb his hair. 

His eyes twinkled with gratitude, as he pressed his head against your chest one more time, “I knew it was you.” 

You sniffled, then pursed your lips to the side of your cheek. Your arms tightened around him once more, making you feel as if you were holding your own life in your hands. “I didn’t do it all by myself, though,” you continued in a whisper, “I couldn’t have done it without your mother.” 

Agatha inched closer until she was right beside you and your boy. She hummed, a sound between a light scoff and a chuckle. Of course you’d give her the credit for what you did. With extreme gentleness, she cupped the back of your head and pulled you closer, before pressing a kiss upon your forehead. Her brows furrowed, as she lingered, noticing you were a bit warm. 

You sensed her worry even before pulling away, but didn’t give her the chance to indulge in her concerns.

“How are you feeling?” You asked Nicky. 

Agatha sighed, she knew what you were doing and for now she let it drop. 

“I feel fine,” he said with a shrug. No more coughing– nor that bothersome tickle in the back of his throat. No pressure in his chest whatsoever. None of that anymore. 

“Like really really fine.” 

Your fingers traced his hairline and forehead. Beautiful hazel eyes bored into yours and in that moment you sensed he had other things to tell you. You playfully nipped at his nose, “Oh, I know that look of yours–” you teased, and Agatha’s brow shot up in curiosity.  “Is there something you’re not telling us?” 

He looked conflicted as he started fidgeting, “No, not really mom, I mean– I was going to tell you now,” he replied, though by the sound of his voice you caught a pinch of insecurity. Agatha placed a hand upon his shoulder. “It’s okay– we’re not mad or anything. We’re here for you, Nicky. You can tell us anything.” 

“Always,” you added sincerely. 

“I know, moms–” he smiled, finally seeming to have achieved newfound confidence. “I just– I have memories of a woman. It’s all coming back now in bits and pieces.”

Agataha held her breath, eyes widening a bit, quickly assuming who he was talking about. 

A lump formed in your throat, and you did your best to swallow it down. “Yeah?” Your eyes flickering back to Agatha, whose trembling hands remained on his shoulder. “What do you remember?”

“She umm, she used to visit me… pretty often. I don’t know how it happened, I still don’t– she wouldn’t tell me that. But it was always in a forest, pretty much like this but… different, prettier and quieter, with no one else around,” your thumbs stroked his palms encouragingly as he told the tale. “I would feel fine, just like I am now, and we would talk a lot, mostly about me– she loved listening to whatever I had to say to her–” He recalled with a sweet smile tugging at his lips. He appeared serene and that was all you needed. All you ever needed. 

Rio was good for him, she had always been. How could she not be? She was his mother, too. 

“She seems nice,” you let your comment slip with ease. 

“She was– is,” he scrunched up his nose at the mistake. 

Agatha leaned over, the pads of her fingers came up to cradle the boy’s face, “where’s this place you’re referring to, my love?” 

He hummed in thought, “I don’t know—” he began. “She said it was safe, and I just believed her. You and mama were never there with us,” he added, making you and Agatha feel weird in your stomachs. “But it’s okay because she was kind. And funny,” he added with a giggle. “She said the funniest things.” 

A quiet, moved chuckle bubbled out of you, because of course Rio would be the fun parent among the three of you. That was just so her. And oh, how you wished you could see it. To watch her take on the role that was rightfully hers as much as it was yours and Agatha’s. 

Agatha’s tension mirrored your own, but when she caught the emotion flickering in your eyes, she didn’t hesitate. She reached out, fingers laced with your own. 

Your lip quivered, your eyes watered. You wanted to tell him everything. 

“That’s because she–” But you couldn’t. Not yet. Not like that. So for now, you swallowed it back.

“She what, mama?” Nicky asked, with that curious little voice of his. 

Sniffling, you forced a better smile out of you. “She loves you like your mom and I do.” Rio needed to be the one telling him, she was his mother too. Her joy alone. Her victory. “Maybe someday, we’ll all be together, as a family.” 

Nicky’s eyes widened in sheer delight. 

“Would you like that?” Agatha continued. A warmth bloomed in her chest as she stroked his hair. 

He nodded excitedly, briefly turning towards her. “I’d love it if you three met. So yes, can we? Can we really?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you caught the way Agatha’s expression shifted. Her lips twitched, almost as if she wanted to smile but wasn’t sure she should. Because yes—that would be the dream. The best possible future they could carve out. And she would be lying if she said she didn’t want it to work, that she didn’t long for it as much as you did. And apparently Nicky, too. 

But she also worried, and sometimes she couldn’t help it. 

“We can definitely try,” she said in a low murmur. 

“Do you remember the woman’s name, Nicky?” You asked. 

His lips slightly parted ajar and a soft ‘oh, slipped out. That alone gave you the answer you were looking for as a little crease found its way between his brows. 

“No worries,” Agatha was quick to add, hating to see  her boy struggling so much. “You’ve been through a lot. Give yourself time to collect your thoughts.” 

Agatha was right. If you were feeling tired, you couldn’t even begin to imagine how stressful it must have been for Nicky to die and then come back to life in such a small time lapse. 

“It will come back to you in a jiffy,” you reassured him.

“Kay,” he sighed, and by his focused expression you and Agatha realized he was still trying to remember her name.

Agatha rolled her eyes, ruffling his hair with a fond smile. “Why don’t you rest for a bit, hmm?” 

“I’m not even tired, mom,” he shot back instantly, springing to his feet with an energy that took you by surprise. If you’d tried a move like that, you were pretty sure your vision would have been swimming with black spots. So instead, you stayed put, knees still tucked beneath you. 

“Oh, would you look at that–” you mused. “Did you get super strength and super speed?” 

He nodded proudly, and swelled his chest. “I think so, mama. I feel like I can run up and down the hill without breaks all day!”

Unlike him, you weren’t exactly brimming with energy, though you were certain a proper nap would set you right. Agatha, however, wasn’t as easily reassured. Now that she had confirmed Nicky was well and healthy, her attention shifted to you, her sharp eyes taking in every detail.

Without a word, she reached out, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, her touch lingering just a second too long, as if she was trying to prove a point. 

“You’re warm–” she noted, but you shrugged it off, “I’m fine, Ags. I could use a nap, though,” you admitted, because there was really no point in lying, not to Agatha. 

Nicky plopped down beside you again, scooting closer until his knees bumped against yours and his fingers pressed against your cheeks. “You got the sleepy eyes, mama.”

You blinked at him, and before you could prevent it, a yawn slipped from your lips. “The sleepy eyes, huh?”

He nodded with a chuckle. “You should sleep now so later we can look for Rio together and–” 

The moment the name left his lips, you gasped. Nicky, always attuned to you, mimicked your reaction with wide eyes and a startled expression, before it shifted in something different. A realization. A recognition. 

“I—” he blinked, breath catching. “I remembered.”

Nodding your head, you smiled. “You did!” 

Agatha, however, did not share in his delight, nor yours. She didn’t move, didn’t even seem to breathe. Her entire body went still, rigid, as if the mere sound of that name had reached inside her chest and tightened its grip around her heart, suddenly too big to be contained in her chest. 

“We are gonna find her,” a promise, you made it your own mission to make you four a family. “Right, Agatha?” 

Her lips parted slightly, but no words came at first. She didn’t know how to feel. Didn’t know what was the right thing to feel after everything that happened. 

But when she looked at you, really looked at you, at Nicky, at the unwavering hope in both of your faces, she knew she couldn’t bring herself to be the one to dim that light. 

She wouldn’t be the one to dim your hope. Not when she wanted this just as much as you did. But she would be vigilant this time, making sure nobody would attempt to harm either of you, nor her newfound inner peace. 

“Yeah,” she conceded, her voice quieter than she intended, but no less certain. “We can definitely try.”

*

“Are you sure about this?” 

“Hm?” Your eyes darted from Nicky to Agatha, and you immediately noticed the scowl on her face. Nicky was trotting a few steps ahead, the three of you were headed towards the nearest village for something to eat. 

“Sure about… the supper?” You began, an eyebrow shot up confusedly. “Because yes, I am. I love you, but we need some real cooking. We are good at many things, but that–” you wiggled your fingers in support of your reasoning, “isn’t really our strong suit, is it?” An amused smirk tugged at Agatha’s lips. She couldn’t exactly say you were wrong. You were terrible at cooking. And she was even worse. 

“I feel like I haven’t eaten in days–” 

Agatha drew closer, brows furrowing in concern. "The ritual took quite a toll on you, huh?”  

Binding your soul to another’s had been a first. You had read about it in the Darkhold long ago, back when you and Agatha were desperately searching for a way to live with Nicky without a countdown—one that didn’t involve tearing through the Multiverse to ‘steal’ a healthier version of him from another world where he was happy and loved by other versions of you. No, you wanted your Nicky, from this Universe to be by your side. 

You shrugged, with a small smile. “Perhaps, but I’m all good now. Just hungry.” 

The nap clearly helped you out. You looked like yourself again, and that alone should’ve been enough of a relief to Agatha, yet it wasn’t. Not completely at least. You didn’t know, but she had been awake when you took a nap earlier with Nicky. The boy had assured you both he wasn’t tired, though the moment he laid his head over your chest, he closed his eyes and fell asleep with you within minutes.   

And while you slept, Agatha refused to let her eyes flutter close, refused to let her guard down. Because when she did, Nicky had slipped away from her. It had been her negligence, a lapse in attention that had cost her everything. But things were different now. Nicky was safe. Whole. It was unlikely he would slip away again, not when he was finally healthy. Not when you had made it possible for him to be—with that impossible magic of yours.

She averted her eyes and inhaled. “When I asked you if you were sure about this, I didn’t mean the supper–”

A placid smile tugged at your lips as you held out a hand towards her. “I know–” Her steps faltered, before coming to a stop. To be frank, you only pretended not to understand, because you did. A part of you was just afraid to talk about it, because you wished with all your heart to be on the same page as Agatha, but you knew that there could be a possibility you two weren’t. 

“It’s about Rio, isn’t it?” 

She nodded, her smile wavered at the mention of her name. That made your heart ache for her, for Rio. Perhaps, the vision you had of family was still a long way off. So annoyingly out of reach. 

“I don’t know if we can trust her. Not after everything–”

Your face fell, but you tried not to show. You called out for Nicky before focusing your entire attention back on her, told him to take a short break, and to not wander off in the meantime. Luck was on your side, since there was a small stretch of water that caught Nicky’s attention. Blessed childhood. 

Turning around, you took a slow step closer to Agatha. Gentle. Encouraging. “I know you’re skeptical about this, and you have all the reasons to be, but I want to believe it can work out,” you breathed out, a hand came up to cradle her cheek. “ I need to–” you added, almost desperate, in a plea. “Don’t you?” 

Her nostrils flared as she bored her eyes into yours. She hesitated only for a second, but not because she didn’t want this, it was more complicated than that. “Of course I do–” she trailed, trying to mask the veil of fear darkening her eyes to no avail. She exhaled in a long shaky breath. “What if she tries to take him again? What if she comes for you? For any of us?” 

Your lips pursed in a grimace as you drew closer, so close your hips brushed against hers. Your hands found her face, fingertips gliding over her skin with the softest touch, meant to ground her and reassure her. “Nicky’s thread of life is completely restored,” you assured. “It won’t be his time to go for a long, long, looooong time from now,” a pause, where your lips stretched into a smile. 

Agatha wanted to believe you, put her full trust in you like she’s already done but she was scared. Something was holding her back. 

“And as for me and you… she wouldn’t. I know that. I just do,” you hoped your conviction could be enough for her. But sometimes words couldn’t suffice. When she didn’t react, you playfully nudged at her arm, offering her a wink. “Come on– have I ever let you down before?” 

With a slow shake of her head, she let out a slow, measured sigh and leaned in, closer, impossibly closer, hands tangling in your hair, almost possessively, almost  desperately. As though keeping you close could somehow keep you safe. It was silly really, all things considered. Why? Because you were the one that in the end always kept her safe, she and Nicky. 

Of course the answer to your question was no. You’ve never let her down, and you never would. 

Agatha needed you, in a way that sometimes scared her. The depth of it, the ache of it—it gnawed at her, relentless and consuming. And yet, there you were, ever steady, ever certain. Always so damn optimistic, sometimes it annoyed her and yet...

She needed you to be you.

Optimistic. Courageous. Generous in ways only you could be.

“I wish I was strong like you. But I guess that’s something that cannot be taught–” She murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. 

The sound of your laughter broke through and Agatha felt like falling. Her heart pounded, tickled against her ribs, filled her ears, although drowned her out in the best possible way. 

“Funny,” you mused, tilting your head just so, your fingers still cradling her face. “Because to me, you’re the strong one.”

Agatha tried to object, to tell you how ridiculous what you just said was, but you didn’t let her. You couldn’t. “It’s true. I see you, Agatha. Past the walls, the surface. You’re the strongest person I’ve ever met, in the softest, most breathtaking way and that is so beautiful.” Your thumb brushed against her cheek, just in time to wipe a solitary tear that had just slipped down. “You’re so beautiful, Agatha Harkness.”

Agatha’s throat tightened. Her eyes turned red and puffy and damn you– it was your doing. A chuckle slipped from your lips, when she grumbled something under her breath, something along the lines of ‘you’re an absolute idiot.’ 

“Moms!” Nicky cried out. “Can we go now?”

“Hear that?” You grinned, teasingly. “Your son demands our attention.”

Her fingers brushed against your cheeks, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, as she huffed, “I carried him for nine months only for him to act exactly like you.” 

You chuckled, reaching for her hand and lacing your fingers together. “And to look exactly like her,” you added, your voice barely above a whisper, before turning to walk on again.

Her breath hitched just for a second. She swallowed, before muttering a quiet ‘yeah’ in return. “I suppose I can let it slide for now.” 

“Gee, thanks,” you deadpanned, making her roll her eyes at you and your antics. 

“But the conversation isn’t over,” she added, rather serious this time. 

“Never entered my mind, it was,” you soothed, gently grazing the back of her hand with your thumb.

[swagyalastorwife]

Vees + alastor + adam + lute as parents

Author notes :hiiiiii guyssss (^-^)/❤️I really enjoyed writing this I'm sorry if it's too short and if there are spelling mistakes I'm thinking of doing a part 2 with someone else so don't hesitate to give me some suggestions if you want something in particular , This comes from a request I put it at the end. ❤️

⚠️Warning⚠️ : drogue and sex mention in val's part ans that's it (^-^)

Vox📺

○ Your child will probably be the most spoiled child in all hell. he will have all the latest technologies from voxtech, all the toys he wants and of course as a child star, all hell will know him which will push vox to be a protective enough dad I think he imagines one day retiring and letting your child run the business so your child will get the best education possible. Vox will surely teach her how to manipulate people, and if your child is a girl she will be a "daddy's girl" kind of like Draco Malfoy in Harry Potter.

“My father will hear about it” or “I don’t think you know my father given the way you treat me” it's a very spoiled and capricious child like his dad but you should never doubt all the love that Vox has for your child, he loves you both and will be ready to die for you

In summary he wants the best for his child

7/10

Velvette💜

♧ Velvette she's not the type to have a child but if she had one I imagine her trying to pass on her passion for fashion to her child by taking him to fashion shows, helping him sew, making sketches.... her child will probably be a "bad bitch" like her mother elsewhere "I do what I want where I want and when I want" her child will probably become a great fashion designer

In summary she will be a very good mom

8/10

Valentino🦋

♡ Valentino Poor child, to be honest I don't wish anyone to live in an environment as unhealthy as the one in which Val's child will grow up, sex drugs and all that shit he will probably be an irresponsible father but at the same time he will be attentive and will try to do his best so that his child becomes someone as important as him and also "respected" in summary he is a bad father but i think he tried his best to become better

3.5/10

Alastor🦌

◇ He will be a loving and caring father he will do his best to make his child feel good and happy, if your child is a boy he will teach him to be a good gentleman just like him and if he has a daughter he will cherish her and protect her as best he can whatever happens, he loves his child more than anything and hopes that he will become as "powerful" as him In summary, he is a good father who wants the best for these children and will do everything for them.

9,5/10

Adam😇

♤ Even if he doesn't show it often, he loves his child more than anything in the world and will try to be the best father possible, even if he doesn't succeed all the time sometimes he can be very bad . He will teach him to fight and play the guitar and would definitely want his child to come to his rock concerts to see" how talented his father is "and how loved by everyone In summary he is a good father who tries to do his best but sometimes he makes mistakes

5/10

Lute🗡

● She would probably be a very severe mother who would like her child to become strong and powerful capable of "exterminating all demons", she could become mean but she will not do it for the injured but to help him give the best of himself, she loves her child more than anything in the world and she simply wants him to be able to fend for himself in summary she is a severe mother but who wants the best for her child

4/10

I hope you like it (^-^)/ ❤️❤️❤️❤️ and if you want specifics fanfiction ideas tell me !!!

[beatrixst0nehill]

"Are you excited to compete in this year's Cancer Awareness Beauty Pageant?" the cheery interviewer asked Megan.

Megan nodded, visibly pretty nervous. "Yeah, I mean, I've always watched it every year, so getting to be in it is kinda surreal....."

"What made you want to compete yourself?"

"Oh, I didn't! My mom signed me up!"

"We've heard that one a few times today! What was your reaction to being signed up?"

"My mom surprised me out of nowhere last week and told me I got picked. That she sent them a bunch of my TikTok and OF videos and the judges were thrilled to have me participate."

"You dodged my question a bit, darling." The interviewer smirked.

"S-Sorry..... Ummmm I was really scared at first. I love having such big breasts, my family loves them, and guys have so much fun with them, I can't really get them to stop grabbing them and playing with them when I go out."

"Awww, sounds like you're going to miss them. Well, cheer up, millions of guys are about to pleasure themselves watching you lose your breasts!"

Megan gulped anxiously. "That is kinda exciting I guess....."

"Don't worry, you're a really pretty girl, I'm sure the judges will love you. Just remember the basics?"

"Basics?"

"In round one, flaunt them as much as possible! Jiggle them, bounce them, squeeze them, run and jump and dance. Do gymnastics! Get those big fat things moving."

"OK......"

"In round two, smile when your breasts get chopped off. Remember this is for an awesome cause and your titties will be totally numbed. So make sure to smile big, if you want to really impress the judges, masturbate while your boobs get removed. Don't get grossed out or anything, laugh and be super playful, if a bunch of fat spills out of them say you're excited to lose all that gross fat or something!"

"I think I can do that."

"Then hold up your severed boobies for the audience and toss them in the garbage like a good girl."

Megan blushed. "Got it...... and for the third round?"

"Strut confidently with your new flat chest, be sure to tell the judges how happy you are to lose your breasts for such a great cause, and maybe joke that you would've gotten them removed anyway, because the pageant was so much fun. Show off your pussy, spread your ass cheeks, show how sexy you are even without those big sacks of fat you carry around. The judges will love them, maybe even piss for them, and smile confidently as you do it, staring one of the judges in the eyes."

"Wow, I wish I could've practiced..... I'll try to remember all this."

"Don't worry, you'll do great, darling. Just smile, be confident, be sexy, and pleasure yourself. You can never moan too loud or too often, especially during round two! Good luck."

"Th-Thanks...... there's so many beautiful girls with such enormous breasts here.... I'll try to do my best!"

"That's the spirit. Oh, do you think you could jiggle them for us a bit? Give us a mini show for everyone watching at home before the main event? I hear you're developing quite a little following since getting announced."

"Sure!" Megan blushed, holding her huge breasts as she jiggled them and bounced them a bit, looking as confident and sexy as possible, imaging how amazing it'll feel to be out there on the stage, strutting around naked, watching her breasts get chopped off in front of so many cheering people.

[midnight--sadness]

Hello welcome back 🌟🌟🌟 hope you’re having a great day

i read your teen parents! inhun and now i need more hcs 🥺🥺 you’ve awakened something in me

hi! thank u so much 💖💖🥰 my day has been great, i hope your day is amazing too 🫶

teen parents inhun hcs incoming!!!

so their ages - i tend to default to canon ages unless i absolutely have to change them, so gihun would be around 18/19 and inho would be 16/17. i can see junho being barely a year old when daeho is born so these ages fit.

gihun graduated from high school in early '93, so i can see him and inho celebrating and he gets pregnant accidently. inho is still in high school, has just one year left (if i understood well most korean high scool students graduate at 17/18 so inho will be 18 when he graduates in 1994, but i could be wrong) and is on track to go to university to study law.

when gihun finds out he doesn't tell anyone for days. he's in shock and scared and thinks that if he ignores it, the problem will go away. he only ends up confessing bc he started crying while holding baby junho and inho freaked out. gihun apologizes and says he doesn't know how it happened, they were so careful and inho is so confused at first but he connects the dots quickly.

and i think he'd be so happy! of course he wants to have a baby with gihun! yes, it's early but they can work it out together! his optimism makes gihun feel better and they start fantasizing abt having a baby together 💖

then their parents find out. i hc inho and junho's dad as being a strict man, so i can see him not being amused at all. in fact, he tells inho to break up with gihun and say that the baby isn't his. inho has a bright future, he doesn't need this weighting him down.

gihun's mom absolutely loses her mind. her son is irresponsible but getting pregnant at 18 is a whole other thing. she tells him that he not only ruined his future, he also ruined inho's.

when people find out, there are rumors that gihun got pregnant on purpose to trap inho and completely opposite ones that say that inho pocked a hole in a condom to make sure gihun wouldn't break up with him (there was a whole rumor that gihun was leaving him for sangwoo, who is abt to go to snu, and inho found out).

inho's stepmom is actually the only adult who is supportive. she likes babies and she loves her stepson so of course she's thrilled for him. she knows he and his boyfriend are young but they seem like good boys and they'll make good decisions. besides, they are so good with junho, they are going to be wonderful parents!

of course, when inho refuses to leave gihun, inho's dad says that they have to get married. he isn't going to have a bastard grandchild. gihun's mom agrees. hell, sangwoo's mom agrees bc u can bet your ass that gihun's mom told her immediately after finding out.

sangwoo has a minor crashout when he finds out and he is even happier to go to snu. that way he doesn't have to see gihun throw his life away for a terrible man like inho.

inho and gihun decide to daeho's name together bc tigers are gihun's fav animal and he thought it'd be cute if his name matches with inho's! on one of their first dates inho won gihun a tiger plushie in a game, so it feels like a full circle moment.

[saturnzskyzz]

hii!! i saw that you need some squid game ideas!! i got tons of, but sadly my motivation to write is really less these days TᴖT. i got a short fic idea.. hope you will like it!

so, s1 gi-hun is really underrated and i feel like he isn't talked much, he is such a sweet dad and a postive guy in s1!! so like..

remember his daughter?? when he bought her a gift, it came out that its a lighter. he told her to keep it for himself, since her mother wouldnt allow it. his daughter awared him not to use it as a smoker, and he replied he doesnt smoke no more, which came out as a lie.

so UHMM maybe..a cute dad-daughter moment, where she punishment tickles him for lying to her?? it would be melting my heart! i love ler!daughter and lee!father moments fr (˶˃ ᵕ ˂˶) !!

also, i wanted to say your fics are absolutely amazing and it makes me smile everytime when i finish reading it!!seriosly, keep that work up ><

𝑁𝑜 𝑀𝑜𝑟𝑒 𝐿𝑖𝑒𝑠

Lee! Gi-hun/ brief Ga-Yeong & ler! Ga-yeong/ brief Gi-hun

A/N: 𝘖𝘬𝘢𝘺.. 𝘍���𝘳𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧.. *𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘭𝘦 𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘵* 𝘖𝘏 𝘔𝘠 𝘎𝘖𝘖𝘋𝘕𝘌𝘚𝘚!!!! 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘐 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘥𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴?? 𝘛𝘏𝘐𝘚 𝘙𝘌𝘘𝘜𝘌𝘚𝘛 𝘐𝘚 𝘚𝘖 𝘊𝘜𝘛𝘌!!! 𝘛𝘏𝘈𝘕𝘒 𝘠𝘖𝘜!!!! 𝘐 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘳𝘦𝘲𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘵! 🙇‍♂️🙇‍♂️( am I posting this at 5:00 A. M in the morning? Yes, yes I am. 😭)

I hope you enjoy! :]

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God, what a fool! Gi-hun stared in slight horror as he saw his daughter lift up her birthday gift to reveal that it was a gun. The same horror plastered on his daughter's face as she eyed him confusingly as to why this whole predicament had her hold a gun in a restaurant, which was her gift, in the first place.

She instinctively pulled the trigger as the visible nerves were shown by the tiny sweat drops from both her, and her father, as the trigger pulled something out of the muzzle quickly, showcasing the relief of not a bullet, but a small fire.

Phew! It was just a lighter. Gi-hun had thought as he replaced his concern with a nervous smile for her daughter, knowing that she would scoff at him for getting her a present like this in the first place. It's not like he knew what was in the present anyways!

"W-what a surprise, rihight?" Gi-hun nervously asked, pointing at the gift that was supposed to be something that she had liked.. Damn those mystery claw machine boxes!

"You know mom won't let me keep this, dad..." she turned her gaze to look at him with slight disappointment, though she felt bad as well. She knew her dad wasn't doing so great, especially with the cigs that he had promised her that he wasn't taking, yet she can smell it on him either way. She just wants him to be happy and at peace with how things had turned out.

"Well uh.. Let me hold on to it then, you know? This will be a delayed gift for when you are older, huh?" He continued with a smile, easily taking the gun from her hands. What a disappointment?

She just stared with an awkward smile. Her head wondered from here to there with thoughts, until it lead to the cigs again. She was sure that he was lying.

"You better not use that for smoking, dad!" She said, pointing an accusing finger. Gi-hun was left stunned at the sudden accusation, even though she was right.

"Ah~ that won't be that case! Haha, I promised.. Remember?" Gi-hun lied once again, waving his hand in the air. He was screwed.

She just stared at him unfazingly, like he's told that to her many of times. She looked at him up and down, then leaned in to smell him. Yup, cigarette smell there was!

"You're lying." She said after proving her hypothesis herself. Damn it, he was really screwed.

He scoffed, growing a bit nervous now. He'd hate to disappoint his daughter, afterall. "Nah, that can't be right! This old thing? It just needs to be washed, that's it!" good job Gi-hun, Not only did you make it seem like you haven't washed your clothes, but you also lied in her face for the third time. Way to go!

"Then why does it smell like cigarettes right here?" she poked where the smell was coming from, landing the offending finger on one of his ribs, causing him to jolt back slightly in surprise.

"W-wehell, I don't know! This uh.." he paused. Surely he can come up with yet another lie that will surely be believable this time, right? "Ah! You know what? This smell might've came from my friend! That's right.. You remember Jung-bae, yeah?" great job! That should have done the trick.

"Wouldn't that mean you had smoked with him?" oh no.. She observes too much. Really, this kid?

He was about to defend himself yet again only to be met with another poke to that same rib, causing him to let out a choked laugh instead. "Ha-"

"Why are you always lying? You've taught me not to lie!" she said, continuously poking him now. He brought up his hands to stop her pokes, but that just lead for her to poke somewhere else, playfully.

"Noho, ihihi'm not! IhIhI swear!" Gi-hun giggled out. He wanted to stop her, but he also felt bad at the thought.. He did lie to her, four times now to be exact, and he just seemed like this was the easy way out from her being mad at him about it.

She leaned more to smell a different area, noticing that the smell lingered to where his side was, so she decided to poke there as well. "You ARE lying! I can smell it right here too!" she continued to poke and prod, turning Gi-hun into a giggling mess. She switched her tactic to now scribbling at the area, now scooting close enough so she wouldn't have to lean forward.

"Nohoho! Ga-yeehehong, wehe can tahahalk about thihis! C-cihivll, rihihight?" he begged. He tried scooting away slightly without accidentally falling off the seat, but that only resulted with Ga-yeong to scoot closer. He was trully stuck, though he wasn't doing much to get away anyway. Ga-yeong took notice to that.

"But we are talking about it! You're just getting punished in the process." She explained bluntly. God, where did she get this bluntness from? Gi-hun surely thought she got it from her mother! It just had to have been.

"You deserve it anyways." as she said this, she moved her hand to attack his stomach now.

He folded almost instantly! His stomach isn't that much of a death spot, but it still got him good!

"Wahahait, gaha-yeong! Ihihihi'm sohohorry, reheheally!" sounding desperate now, he put up his hands to show he meant it, causing Ga-Yeong to slowly stop her assault.

Leaving him a bit giggly and embarrassed, he took rewarding breathes before looking up at her again. Instantly seeing how sad she realized the situation he was in. Oh, Ga-Yeong..

"I uh.. I have been lying to you.. And I want to say I'm sorry." Gi-hun finally apologized, but his daughter still looked sad, and a bit shocked even though she knew a long time ago. Just hearing him say it hurt.

He continued. "I promise to stop this time.. It's just really hard to get off of something that has been,, well? Addicting.." He gave her a reassuring smile just then. He thought for a second before reaching out his hand just seconds away from Ga-Yeong to hold out his pinky. " I pinky promise."

She looked at the hand, and then back at her dad before reaching out her hand to lock pinkies with him, locking the promise with a tight squeeze. A small smile plastered on her face at the action.

"Now don't do that again, or else I'll get revenge on you!" he said, poking a few times on her stomach.

She giggled out, instantly protecting herself. "Yohohou didn't even stohop mehe!" she giggled out. Okay, but she wasn't wrong though?

The embarrassment that formed on his features yet again as he poked her stomach some more. "Never. Again. You hear?"

"Ohohokay! Ihihi wohont!" now it was her turn to fold. Satisfied, he thankfully stop the attack.

He then smiled. "Okay!" with that, he cleaned up their area before leaving the restaurant. He insisted on giving her a shoulder ride back to her apartment, which she reluctantly agreed, and they left the place in comfortable silence.

This time.. It is a promise.

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I'm sorry for how short this might've been, but hopefully you still like it!! It was really fun to write it! :D

[c4tto626]

man i love my sister, i love my mother, but why the fuck did they develop this fucking obsession with us-american cops like it's not only upsetting given uh histoy but also just plain stupid like why do two random german women love us cops so much (i know why bc us american police propaganda is fucking everywhere even here) but like come on i hate this crap

[franollie]

ive reached the point where the term batfam is like a dog whistle to me

[anoddrock]

I know Hestia is one of my favorite Greek goddesses but if I learned anything from Greek mythology it’s to not loudly announce what gods or goddesses you dislike loudly or in public

[xxplastic-cubexx]

Magneto would love lumpia meanwhile Charles would have his Bibingka and Puto Bungbong hehe

Happy Holidays!

asks that remind me my bitchass friend kayla promised to make me *puto two years ago and she still hasnt

*puto is a filipino rice cake i do know it also means 'bitch' in spanish we do not have to address that thank you

[pardonmydelays]

i had so much fun last night omg

[carefulfears]

what do you consider the heart of californication? like really carries through the series & makes it compelling

thank you for this question, i really love it. to me, it's a number of things, starting with that the show cares deeply about hank and takes him seriously in a way that the culture doesn't. in a way, yes, he's their dog and pony show with the funny one-liners and the salacious pull. but the arc of the series is unequivocally aligned with him and his desires and his needs and his values.

hank wants to be with his family, wants to be better for them, wants to not let them down- and the show needs him to fail at all of those things. for the dog and pony of it all, for their viewership and for their thesis and for the food in their mouths, but it simultaneously feels bad that he is failing. simultaneously knows that this isn't what he wants, and that it's sad. and it can be as simple as a dream sequence or a look or a quiet final scene, but every single episode is ultimately going to remind you that everything you're laughing at is a loss.

which, like i said at the top, speaks to a level of respect that the show had for the character that is just gone in discussions of the series. they take the time to recognize that he is missing something. he is losing something and he is without everything that means anything to him, this is the cost. equally important, duchovny respects that character and understands the same.

i was listening to an interview last night (trish you heard this) where he was speaking with some podcast dudebros and one of the hosts said that he always wanted to be just like hank moody, and then he made some "bad decisions" and got there, and he doesn't like it. and duchovny said that every time people come up to him saying "i'm just like hank moody," he says "i'm sorry."

men watch and they want to be just like hank moody and women watch and they want to fuck hank moody so bad, and all of you miss what the source comprehends: that it's an irreparable deficit.

other than that, i feel like what roots that show is that it really isn't all that cynical. not in the way that it could be. and the show believes in hank.

there is a lot of kindness and hope (often false hope) that runs underneath most every relationship and interaction and dynamic in the series and i really really appreciate that about it. it's like in the pilot when hank is being mean and he wants marcy to yell at him and she just says "go home, honey. sleep it off. tomorrow's another day."

there's always a little bit of understanding and grace amongst the crazies and i think there's something really special about that

[whumpy-gems]

Personal Thing!! I just wanted to share, cause my heart can’t take it.

In ONE DAY:

I got a job

Me and my crush since 10th grade both admitted our feelings to each other and now we are dating (I’ve never dated before so 😆)

i went to a film festival, and my groups film won first FREAKING place

i have 3 days left of school (gr 11)

and I’m passing all my classes with a 85% average

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