#look dad I fucked your brother and named our baby after you

[alifeinthewoods33]

[laneywrld]

Oh Baby | part three

third and final part.

word count: 8.6k

Warnings: tame(er) smut. Pregnancy sex. childbirth.

progress is made, all thanks to your hormone gremlins.

It's safe to say everyone's favorite duo was back like they never left,  just with a lingering air of sexual tension and babies in the oven. 

You were never good at holding water, which is why you told your family and friends about it the very same night. Your friends were the most excited you'd ever seen them, and that was before you even mentioned who the father was. 

When Miles questioned who the father was with a meek voice interrupting said celebrations, Lewis stepped forward with a cocky smirk and a pep in his step that made you want to kick the back of his legs in. 

Instead, you gently motioned to Lewis with your arm thrown out. 

You'll never forget your friend's reactions like a scene from a telenovela; they all gasped dramatically and clutched their pearls. "Oh, I'm going to beat everybody's ass; why didn't we know y'all were together?"

"We are NOT together." You interrupt.

"So fucking?" Miles pipes up, and you feel like you are on stage with a literal spotlight directed at you, with the way they are all intently observing you, including Lewis.

"Not fucking either." You deny, slapping Lewis' arm as to say, help me out here. He shakes his head at you, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"It was a one-time thing that we both agreed would never happen again. This is the consequence of our actions that night." You put your hands on your pudgier stomach. "Yay!" you cheer quietly.

Whit stands first, and with tears in her eyes, she throws her arm over your shoulder, pulling you into a hug. Mori stands after already having been emotional since the initial announcement. She saunters over with a coo of "Aww, mama bear," joining in on the embrace. 

Lewis' boys stand up, Miles put his hand out to Lewis for a dap and ends up pulling him into a hug. "One step closer." He chuckles gripping Lewis' shoulder as he steps back. 

Daniel grins, approaching Lewis with his arms open and ready, "I'm proud of you, brother." He congratulates them through his own wide grin. 

You turn to Lewis with your bottom lip poked out as your friends kneel around your tiny belly. It doesn't even really look like there's a child in there, but that doesn't halt your friends from gently caressing it.

You wipe away an unsuspecting tear as Miles coos gently to your stomach, "Hope you don't get your dad's forehead, lil man."

"She's a girl!" Whit scowls, mushing his face away from your belly.

"We don't know what it is, actually." Daniel returns Whit's actions, mushing her to the right as he emerges front and center.

Lewis, who had stood off to the side watching your friend's love on you and your unborn baby, steps to your side, wrapping his arm around your shoulder and pulling you closer to him. He leaves a lingering kiss on your hairline before knocking Daniel over with his foot. 

"Don't call my child an it."

-

Your parents, on the other hand, were a completely different story.

Your full government name is shouted by your mother as she holds onto your dad for support. They both look like they've been shot, and the greater betrayal was that you were the one who pulled the trigger. "Oh, Lord in heaven, please!"

"Ma." You whine, "Don't look like that, guys."

Lewis parents are sat beside your own, his mom is eyeing you up and down a interested look dawning her face. When your dad wipes the suprise from his face he looks like he is beginning the five stages of grief. 

"My baby- I can't."

Lewis' mother slaps her ex-husband's thigh, motioning to the anxious look adorning their son's face. 

"Lewis," His mom all but shouts, "Are you the father?" It comes out in a squeal, one that has your parents pausing their dramatics and leaning forward in sync.

Lewis looks like a thief caught red-handed. And just as you looked to him for support earlier, he does the same to you. You shrug at him, throwing your hands into your pockets.

How does it feel to be thrown to the sharks?

He stutters for a while, so he avoids eye contact with your dad. When his father speaks up, his voice is demanding. "Be a man, Lewis, answer."

You almost feel bad watching as your guys' parents sit literally on the edge of their seats. Lewis has never felt more nervous in his life. Deciding to put an end to his misery, you close the distance between you two and intertwine your hands.

"The baby is mine," Lewis announces, and your family jumps up like they've won the lotto.

Unlike your friends, they don't rush to you guys; they rush to each other. Your mom and Lewis' mom bounce up and down as they hug, and like the annoying men your fathers are, they point at each other with wide grins on their faces before they are in each other's embrace as well.

You and Lewis face each other in perplexity.

He clears his throat, and you call out, "Umm, hello?"

"Aww, my baby," your mom cries, rushing to you with her arms held high. You still stare back at Lewis, and your face is set in bafflement as she presses her lips to your cheeks and then cups your belly. Your dad comes barreling through, quite literally pushing your mom out of the way, and he is enveloping you in a bone-crushing hug.

Your mom shouts your dad's name, whacking the back of his head, "The girl is pregnant. Be gentle."

He eases back and holds your face in his hands, eyes staring into you with such adoration that it makes you emotional all over again. "My baby is having a baby."

Choked up you see Lewis' parents loving on him in the same manner, you catch Anthony's eyes and he is unraveling himself from his son and pulling you into him. "I couldn't be any more happier, my girl." He talks quietly into your ear as he hugs you. 

As you talk to Lewis' mom, you see your dad and mom embracing Lewis, and you chuckle as he happily accepts their graces.

As time went on they just barely settled down.

"Oh please," you taunt. "You literally looked like you guys were ready to kill me." 

You watch on in puzzlement as they begin writing Facebook posts. 

"Yes, my darling." Your mother hums. 

"Before we found out Lewis was the father." His mom adds with a cheeky smile.

"So?" your dad motions between the two of you, relaxing comfortably on the loveseat. "How long has this been a thing?"

At your words, the grin is wiped from his face, "It's not."

"Have you defiled my daughter Lewis Carl Dav-"

"Dad!" you shout, groaning again as he turns to Anthony with an incredulity like no other. 

"So, maybe let's not do Facebook?" You suggest.

Lewis raises from beside you sauntering over to the dad couch, he sits on the arm of the chair beside your dad and talks lowly to them. You cannot hear what he says but by the way a grin covers the faces of the entire couch you know he's used his classic Hamilton charm on them.

He watches you as he speaks and shoots you a wink when he sees you trying to read his lips. 

"I think we're going to head back to our wing of the house." He announces and that's your cue to start lifting from the couch. 

You say your goodbyes, giving everyone smooches and welcoming the last of their congratulations. Lewis saunters over to you after doing the same and reaches for your hand. You graciously accept, waving one final time before he pulls you from the secondary house. 

"So how are we going to go about this?" You question as the two of you walk hand in hand.

"However you want."

"I don't like how you just agree with everything I say; give me some input; this is your child, too." You ensure, "I'm open to what you want as well."

"I want you to be close to me during the pregnancy. It'd make me feel better for sure." He hums.

"Can I ask how that'd work? You're going to be traveling for the season. I want to keep my job for as long as I can."

"I want you to be stress free, I meant what I said, I'll take care of anything you need. Please just- you don't have to quit forever; just let me take care of you while you're pregnant, at least."

He looks so concerned with the idea of you working that it has you reaching up to physically push the frown from his face. You stop in front of him and poke your finger on his face by the corner of his mouth.

"Stop pouting," you instruct, "I work for my dad, after all. I think he'll understand."

He breathes a sigh of relief, grabbing your hand again as you start walking ahead of him.

"I also want everyone to know the baby's mine." He adds. "Unless you planned on keeping them out of the light, which I get-"

"Done." You cheese. "I'll let the world know you knocked me up, Sir Hamilton. More requests?"

"Move in with me."

You don't say anything as you turn to face him. The moon creates a glow around the two of you as you glance up at him. 

"C'mon, I purchased the house because you liked it anyway," he shrugs. "You're there more than me during the season; Roscoe loves having you there; I love having you there. Plus, you love it there."

You stare up at him with an admiration like no other. It has him turning his blushing face to the side.

"I did say it'd be the perfect home for a kid one day, huh?" You squeal, wrapping yourself around him, "I'm so excited!"

He lifts you with one arm like you weigh nothing, and you wrap your legs around his waist.

"I'm excited, too." He hums as he walks you into the primary home. The lights are all off as he carries you up the stairs and into your room. He plops you down onto the bed, crouching down to pull your slippers from your feet. 

"I can do that myself, you know? I'm not that pregnant yet." You huff.

"What kind of man would I be if I had my baby mama doing anything?" He smirks up at you.

"All it took was me carrying your child for you to be awfully sweet to me, would've fucked you sooner."

"Always sweet to you," Lewis smiles��up at you, "gotta stop talking like that to me if you don't want me to get the wrong idea."

"Mhmm." You fall back into the bed.

Lewis crawls onto the bed beside you, laying his head against your stomach; he pokes you, making you jump.

"Stop it, I'm ticklish." You warn; he only smiles, nestling further into you. "There's a baby in here." His voice is so low you almost miss it. 

"Thank you." You express gently, rubbing your fingers through his braids. 

"For what?" utters Lewis as his palm rubs in circular motions against your belly. 

"For giving me everything I've ever wanted."

"I always will."

-

Whoever came up with the saying that distance makes the heart grow fonder was truly right. Although it was less than ideal, you and Lewis were back as if it had never happened. In fact, it's like the time you had away from each other forced you into the beautiful dynamic the two of you have now. Neither of you wanted to be without the other again.

It had been three months since your beautiful discovery, so that put you at a whopping five months pregnant.

Your belly was now noticeably bigger and rounder, much bigger than it would've been if Lewis' family didn't have a history of twins. And it was most definitely getting in the way of things, literally. 

You huff as you struggle to squat down low enough to lift the box of blankets you packed. Just as you feel yourself get a good enough grip on the box and you begin to lift Lewis is by your side wearing a disapproving scowl.

"How many times do I have to tell you to stop trying to carry stuff out of here."

"Lewis," you huff, "It's literally just blankets."

"I don't care, sit down." He orders.

You stomp away from him, plopping down on the couch. He walks out of the front door and returns only moments later, waltzing into your kitchen.

He appears again with a plate full of orange slices, and you sigh as he approaches you.

"Lewis, there's only so many orange slices I can take in a day, buddy."

"The doctor said oranges are a good snack for month five," he pouts, "my kids need vitamin C."  

"Trust me, belly's fine."

Almost like they can sense the presence of food, they kick at you, and you, still not used to the sensation, cup your stomach in a gasp.

"Mhhm," Lewis disapproves, "feed my babies." He is setting the plate of fruit in your lap, bending quickly to peck your stomach. "I have a few more boxes to help them load and then I'll be taking you home, okay."

You can only offer him a puffy smile, your cheeks filled with fruit. He chuckles leaning over to ruffle your hair and he's pulling your forehead to his lips pressing a chaste kiss there before he's walking towards the stack of boxes.

You dreamily sigh, watching his glistening tatted back contract as he lifts the heavy mass. 

These fucking babies were turning you into a horny mess. 

It was the second week of June. A week later than the deadline, you promised Lewis that you'd move into his home. Well, your home now, too.

It was safe to say that Lewis meant business. You had spent the last few months bouncing from country to country, attending every race with him and basking in the free time with each other, which he had before and after races. 

When you opted to skip the Canadian Grand Prix under the pretense that you would go home to oversee the movers, he hesitantly drove you to the airport the day before qualifying. 

But when you got home and your preganacy brain got to you, you realized you scheduled your movers for the wrong saturday. You could've sworn Lewis was having a panic attack with the way he was in hysterics over the facetime call as you explained your situation.

He had booked himself a very late flight after his race and appeared at your doorstep with an armful of plant-based treats and a carton of strawberry fro-yo. "It's good for the babies." He smiled sheepishly as he rushed in. 

And here you were now, big and bored, spread across the couch as Roscoe snuggled into your side. You don't remember falling asleep next to your furry friend, but as Lewis gently shakes you awake with an adorable twinkle in his eyes you can't even be bothered to be irritated.

"Hey, mama," he coos. "You ready to head out?"

You nod, still groggy, swinging your legs over the couch and preparing to stand. Lewis catches you off guard as he swoops you into his arms, carrying you bridal style with ease. He calls for Roscoe as he slips through the front door. 

He opens the passenger side door of his car and sits you down softly, reaching over you to grab the seatbelt. And he's so close to you that it has your heart hammering when his hand swipes against your chest to pull at the belt. 

"I'll be back in a second, going to lock up here."

He smirks as he closes the door and you see him taking his precious time to make it back into your former home. 

You were no fool; truthfully, you were fully aware of the sexual tension that hung between you and Lewis since the night of his birthday. 

There were lingering touches and gazes that you were sure were sexually charged. You've even noticed Lewis' impure reactions to you, and it made your brain race with questions.

The driver's side door opening drew you from your thoughts as Lewis appeared this time covered in a white tee. You will away your disappointment and reach for his phone to play some music. When you do you see a message from a saved contact.

Marie

Isn't it about time for you to come see me again?

"You've got a message." You tell him nonchalantly even though your heart aches.

"From who?"

You try to hand him the phone, but he waves it off, reversing the car. "Can you read it to me?"

"Marie, she says, and I quote, Isn't it about that time for you to come see me again? You late to a link, Lew?" You laugh even though there isn't shit funny to you.

"You can block her." He declares casually. 

"Huh?"

"Block her for me." He orders, but he still hasn't turned to look at you. "She was just someone I saw when I was in Canada."

"Lewis, you don't have to end your fun on my account; I'm the pregnant one. You do know that you don't have to."

"Yeah." He pushes out hoarsely. You wait for him to continue, but he doesn't. In a way, you feel a sense of relief wash over you. Life with Lewis has felt so extra domestic lately. It was almost like the two of you were in a relationship, minus the physical affection. And even then, that physicality was there; you two just never kissed or, well, had sex.

You wondered if he felt it the same way you had.

But then the thought lingers in the back of your head: did he see her when you left to come home?

The way he was acting oddly uncomfortable with the conversation gave you your answer, and in the end, you couldn't fault him for it.

You do as he instructs, clicking Marie's contact and blocking her number, and then you continue on with your initial mission and scroll through Lewis' Spotify until you find music to your liking.

The rest of the drive is silent except for the soft melodies escaping his speakers.

When you pull into Lewis' driveway, he parks, turns off the car, and hurries to your side, opening the door before you even have the chance to do so. He opens the backdoor and holds onto your hand. "Roscoe, c'mon boy."

He leads you into the home like you haven't passed through the very same doors a million times before. 

"Which room did they move me into?" You question making your way upstairs.

"Oh," Lewis pauses, "I figured you'd be with me, in mine."

"Oh, okay."

You walk past him and further up the stairs as he trails behind you.

When you enter his room you beeline straight into his closet, well you guys' closet and sure enough there are more of your belongings taking up space. 

You stand on your tiptoes to reach for one of his tee shirts. He is behind you in an instant, one hand holding your hip firmly and forcing your feet back onto the ground. The other reaches up and grasps the shirt you had been aiming for. 

When you turn to take the shirt from him, he once again gives you the same disapproving gaze he'd given you earlier.

"Oh God, Lewis. I can't even get on my tiptoes anymore?" You question, pulling the shirt from his grasp.

"You could've tipped over." He argues, following you out of the closet. "You want a bath or a shower tonight?" He queries, already heading into the bathroom.

"A bath, please; my body is killing me." 

"Put this on," he orders, tossing you your robe. 

You strip from your shorts and tee-shirt throwing the robe on and waiting patiently for Lewis to emerge from the bathroom. 

When he does, he's shirtless, and the sweats are hanging low.

"I've got your bath running. Sit down," he orders, pointing to the bed. 

"Why?" you question, but you're already moving to the bed and plopping down. 

"Why do you question everything?" He chuckles. And he is slipping behind you in an instant, his hands instantly moving up to knead at your shoulders.

You can't help the moan you let out. "Fuck, that feels great. Thank you."

"It's the least I can do, letting my youngsters beat you up all day."

You can only chortle as his hands move along your back. 

"Gonna come out feisty, like you."

"I am not," you argue.

"yeah, okay." He whispers, his hands traveling lower and lower. His hands are gripping your sides firmly as his thumbs massage masterfully into your back.

"Fuck, Lewis." You mewl.

"Feels good?"

"Yeah." 

You almost cry as you feel him lifting behind you, but when he pushes you onto your back gently and cradles your legs, the whine in your throat is replaced with a nervous gulp. 

His hands caress your thighs, moving up and down expertly, and you bask in the comfort.

"I didn't sleep with her in Canada, never even saw her this year."

"Oh," you murmur with your eyes closed. On the outside, you were calm, but mentally, you were shrieking tears of joy. 

"Haven't been sleeping around." He announces again. 

When you say nothing, he persists, "Haven't been with anyone since you."

You know Lewis so well that you can predict his face even before you open your eyes.

His voice sounds a bit gravelly and shaky, and you know he's peering up at you through his perfect lashes, waiting to gauge your reaction. 

So when you open your eyes and see him hovering over your legs exactly as you imagined, you can only shoot him a purposeful smile.

"I figured. You've spent all of your time with me." You shrug. He nods relief washing over him. In all honesty he was happy that you recognized the switch in him. Recognized that all of his focus was soley on you and your unborn babies, who you've nicknamed belly. 

"Five months is a long time to go without sex." You declare, and he bobs his head to the side, 

"Not really, not for me. What about you?" 

He feels his heart leap with joy at your next words.

"I haven't slept with anyone else since you either. I've gone longer without sex, so five months would've been easier if I wasn't lugging around two hormone gremlins." 

You both share a laugh as you motion to your round belly. 

"You're suffering then?"

"Suffering like a motherfucker." You huff.

"I can fix that."

You sit up, coming face to face with him; he stares at you intensely. It was your idea, not to mention the night you two had shared, as well as your doing, to solidify the fact that you two would never sleep together again.

However, your emotions were running, and your hormones were at an all-time high, so could anyone really even blame you for pulling his mouth to yours in a searing kiss?

Like the time before, it's like Lewis is ready for you. He pushes you back down, his legs still holding him above you. This time, Lewis takes the initiative, spreading your mouth open and entering like it's home. One of his elbows is being used as leverage to hold him above your bump. His other hand has your jaw in a tight grip, holding you in place.

Your hands are exploring his body. Traveling the expanse of his chest to his back, anything you can reach. 

He disconnects his mouth from yours, his head turning towards the bathroom. "Shit, sorry."

He stands, shooting you a sorrowful look as he beelines into the washroom.

When he appears again, he is looking at you with hungry eyes, but his words are so domestic that you are ready to jump his bones.

"Made your bath too hot. Got time to let that cool down."

You smirk at him, beckoning him over. You're both sitting angled towards each other and just as you move forward to touch his lips with your own he is moving his head to the side forcing you to peck the corner of his mouth.

You lean back with furrowed brows. "What was that?"

"I want to clarify something first, this time. So we won't have a repeat of last time."

Damn, you scream to yourself. You were already extremely horny, and now you'd have to sit and listen to him declare that this was a means of pleasure only. Which in return would most likely turn you off. So yay, no life-altering dick for you tonight.

"Go on then." You wave your hand, and Lewis laughs.

"Patience, you horny beast." 

You gasp, thumping his head.

"But really, I, um, wanted to let you know this for a while. It's been on my mind even heavier since my birthday."

"Okay," 

"I love you." He blurts, "and not in the conventional friendship way, you're my best friend but I love you more than that. And I have for as long as I could remember."

You feel like you've been freed from hell's gates; everything in you feels so much lighter, so much more merrier. 

Like always, when Lewis tries to find the words to say, his head is tilted downwards to the side as he works through what to say. His heart is beating a mile a minute, and he can't find it in him to look at you quite yet. He has to say how he feels now, or he'll never say it.

"I'm the man I am today because of you. You've been with me every step of the way. You've never turned your back on me or gotten sick of me; you've been everything I've ever wanted from the beginning. I've tried to fill the void of not having you with other... distractions, should I say. And it never made me forget about you, never made me want you any less, always made me want you even more."

You choke up at his words. This was all you've ever wanted to hear spoken to you.

"I love you and I feel like I have ever since I've been able to have complex emotions. You are my childhood dream. Over the racing and the luxury lifestyle, over anything. I've always wanted you more than anything. I meant every word I said to you on my birthday, and I'm taking accountability now for the argument. I wanted to hear you say that you meant the words you said to me, like I meant the words I said to you. I should have just admitted it. But I didn't, and I was a fool; I regret it every day. But I love you all the same."

He peers up at you through his lashes and through his own teary eyes he can see the tears bubbling over the surface as you poke out your bottom lip in your classic pout.

"Oh, Lew," you whine, wrapping him in such a tender embrace. "You don't know how long I've waited to hear you say those words."

He nestles his head into the crook of your neck, and you can feel wetness glide down your collar.

You grasp his head in your hands, cupping his cheeks so that you can see him eye to eye.

"I love you," you state. "More than the entire world, I've always told you that, and I've always meant it."

His lips twitch, and his eyes soften. Finally, he breaks into a smile. "How much I love you is unexplainable, Lew. I've been fighting myself forever about it, frustrated that I'd never see anyone like I see you. I've been settling because I thought I couldn't have you. You're all I've ever wanted. And I meant what I said that night, too. I was made for you and only you, always only ever been yours. No one has had my heart but you."

This time, the kiss is passionate and slow. You taste saltiness as you succumb to each other. You separate with a gasp, hand coming down to soothe your stomach. "They're beating me up again." You whisper, watching as their tiny feet nudge against your stomach.

Lewis bends down, pressing pecks to your bulging belly, "Think they're just celebrating."

You watch from above with a loving smile on your face. "My little family." You coo, bringing your hand up to rest in Lewis' hair.

"I'm going to marry you, you know that, right?" Lewis peers up at you. 

"I sure would hope so." And you lean down to press a kiss to his forehead. 

"They're not stopping." He announces, his hand covering your own on your belly.

"They always get excited when you're close to me." You admit. 

His eyes crinkle at your words, and his mouth spreads into a grin.

"I'm happy to be with you guys, too," he coos to your gut, "but we have to let Mama relax, okay." At his words, the thumps from inside of you come to a halt, and you and Lewis marvel at each other.

"Wow," you whisper.

"Come on." He is standing from the bed, holding his hand out for you. 

He helps you stand from the bed, gently pulling you into the bathroom.

When you're inside, he faces you towards the mirror. He unclasps the necklace sitting it onto the bathroom counter and slowly his hands travel to your front to untie your robe. It falls off of your shoulders and he proceeds to drag it down your arms and from your body.

You stare at him through the mirror with no shame as he trails his eyes along your body.

"Most beautiful woman in the world." He hums. You're standing in front of him naked as he reaches past you to drop your now discarded robe beside your necklace.

As he does so, he presses lingering kisses to your neck. 

He steps back, holding out his arm to direct you into the bathtub.

"Get in with me?" You suggest as you notice him standing off to the side. 

Lewis curses himself for feeling like a shy virgin around you every time you even remotely flutter your eyes at him. 

"Please." You add submerging yourself into the warm water.

Lewis slips from his sweats, easing into the tub at the other end.

"Remember when we used to have baths together as kids?" You reminisce, blowing a pile of bubbles at him.

Lewis leans back, his arms dangling over the edge. "Simple times."

"You remember when you pooped?" You tease, leaning forward.

Lewis splashes you a tiny bit, bubbles landing on your face. "That was you," he denied.

"Big fat liar." you cackled. 

Lewis sees you inching towards him like a tiger on the prowl. You're in his lap before he knows it, your arms locked around his neck. He wraps his own around your waist.

No more words are spoken between you two. You lift your soapy hand and tilt his head up to you, pressing your mouth to his.

Lewis groans into your mouth as you settle over him.

"Want you so bad." You confess, your lips trailing from his mouth to his jaw and down into the crevice of his neck.

Your hand reaches down between the two of you, and you smile against his skin as you grip him.

So hard already.

Lewis throws his head back against the porcelain as you wrap your hand around him in a snug grasp. 

You're in his ear saying some of the most obscene words he's ever heard as you sit on top of him, tugging him. He can feel your belly rubbing against his, and it's driving him mad.

"Want to make love? Can we do that, Lewis? Make it even better than the last time."

Lewis gasps out his words as you sit back on his legs and use both of your hands to twist and tug on him. He bites on his bottom lip and grips you tighter. "Fuck, yes. Please"

You can only smile at him as you observe his resolve crumbling. You don't stop even as he begins to spasm and continually moan out your name. He grunts one last time before it transforms into a fit of masculine whimpers. He literally falls apart in your hands as you massage him through his release. 

"Got another one in you?" You ask, already positioning yourself over him.

He opens his eyes, pupils blown and wild. And then his bitten and swollen lips spread into a dopey smile.

You give him a peck; widening said smile before you line him up at your entrance. The smile is wiped from his face as his facade once again contorts to one of pure pleasure.

You can only gasp and move your grip to his shoulders as you sink onto him inch by inch until you feel him nestled tightly into you.

"Fuck." He groans.

You ease your body up and down over him slowly, he's so fucking big.

You moan as you continue your slow pace. You want to take your time with him. But it was getting increasingly hard feeling that delicious stretch every time you lifted over him.

Lewis hasn't taken his eyes off of you since you sank down onto him. He is staring at you like you hung the sun, moon, and the stars yourself.

He uses both of his hands to pull your mouth towards his, "I love you." He breathes into you, pressing passionate pecks onto your lips. He holds your face close to his, maintaining eye contact as you roll over him. 

Your mouth drops open as you feel him lift his hips over and over. Between his eyes piercing into you and the slow, languid strokes he's giving you, you weren't sure what would throw you over the edge first. 

You moan quietly as you feel the blaze building in your belly. He's so big that it feels like he's entering you for the first time all over again.

You feel inebriated by him as he whispers sweet nothings into your ear. He's still just as vocal as he was the first time, and it's putting you in overdrive.

Lewis is thrusting up into you with a force that has the breath leaving your lips in sharp pants with every re-entry.  

Your foreheads fall against each other, both of you watching your bodies drive against the water.

Lewis is lifting you from his lap like you weigh nothing. He turns you around to face the opposite way. You gasp as he pulls your arms up and directs you to hold onto the end of the tub in front of you. You're on your knees, arms holding your upper body out of the water. You feel his knees slide in between your spread legs, and his hands caress up and down your wet back. 

One hand settles on your shoulder, the other on your waist, and then he is sliding into you slowly. You hang your head, letting out a deep breath, "fuck." you cry out as he strokes at such a deliberately slow momentum.

As he pushes into you, his grip on your shoulders forces you back at the same time. He's going so slow but getting so deep that it has you tightening your grip. 

When he hits your spot, you lurch forward.

He pulls you back onto him, his hand tightening against your waist.

"Don't run. Stay with me." He orders, his voice is deep and raspy. "This what you wanted, remember?"

You nod your head, eyes closing shut as your thighs quiver. "Oh god."

"Want to make you feel better." He moans. "I was waiting for you to let me see this pretty pussy again." He hums, and you feel his hands spread you apart.

"So fucking pretty, so tight."

It was like he was tormenting you, giving you an inch and then taking a mile every time he pushed into you slowly just to have you wallowing for more when he pulled himself out.

"You're being greedy, mama." He chuckles as you push yourself back onto him. "take what you want then."

At his words, you begin to swivel your hips back at a much quicker pace, feeling his pelvis brush against your ass with every motion.

"C'mon, take it." he grunts. "that's right, want it so bad."

You pull yourself forward, only to spiral back into him repeatedly. Lewis is a mess behind you, his hands reaching up to hold his braids from his face. He kneels there and allows you to use his body in any way you please. 

He takes in an unsteady breath when you tighten around him. As you drag your pussy over him, he feels himself being tugged with you. "So tight." he moans, "don't even wanna let me go."

He pulls you up by your waist, pulling your back flush against his chest, and begins hammering into you over and over. One hand travels to your throat, and his grip is temperate. 

"All you needed, huh? Feel better already?"

You nod your head, yes, head falling back onto his shoulder. He pummels into you stroke after stroke until he feels it. You constrict around him, hands coming to grip his arm, and you moan his name over and over. 

He doesn't show you any mercy. He keeps up his fast pace as you writhe in his arms. His head falls, and as he feels himself come undone, he bites down on your shoulder with a growl that lights your body on fire all over again. You feel him spurt into you, and you whine as he nestles himself into your core further. 

After a while, Lewis pulls himself from your gut with a hiss. He reaches down and unplugs the drain. He sits, spreading his legs and pulling you in between them. When you're nestled against his chest, he sighs, once again placing his hand on your neck to angle your face towards his. He places a sensual kiss on your lips before letting you go with a smile.

"Should I run us a bath, or do you want to hop in the shower for a quick wash?"

You turn to the left, observing the standing shower, and you scoff. "you've ruined my legs, Lew; I couldn't stand in there if I wanted."

"Bath it is." He grins, already reaching for the knobs.

"Plus, I want to sit with you like this for a while. Bask in this."

"I love you," he expresses, "I don't think I'll ever get used to this."

_

Spoiler alert: he never did. As the days went on and turned into weeks. Weeks turned into months, and Lewis never changed his affections. You two were in a constant honeymoon phase, which you were sure was permanent.

You two were perfect for each other in every sense and made each other whole. 

The dynamics that made you two the perfect friends bled over into your relationship, and things were flawless, to say the least.

Until, you felt a popping feeling and then a gush of water fall between your legs. Lewis was on his way home from the airport having left to race in Singapore he was relieved that he'd be back three days before your expected due date.

But when he gets a call from his best friend and hears your cranky voice in the background, his heart hammers with nerves. 

"Miles, I swear to fucking god," he hears you groan. "if he doesn't have his high yellow ass to the hospital before I push these goddamn babies out of me, I will kill him. Tell him I will kill him."

"You heard her, man," Miles stammers. He hears commotion over the phone, and he gives up his useless attempts to grab either of your attention.

"Oi Miles!" He hears a slap in the background. "Oh my fucking god," you cry out. "Where is Whit? I don't want your help, fucking men."

Miles reappears on the screen; he looks disheveled and like he's just been in a cat fight, "Hey, brother." he pants. "I'm trying here, just how far are you?" 

"Lewis leans forward, seeing his ETA on his driver's screen. "Only ten minutes. Is she okay?" His voice is full of concern, and Miles squawks.

"Brother, ten minutes is too long. She just absolutely beat my ass for putting the wrong treats in the bag. There are a million gummies in here. How am I sup-"

"Gushers, Miles. On the top shelf of the pantry behind the rice cakes."

"Why the hell are there gushers behind rice cakes?" He cries out, rushing to the pantry. Lewis sees you in the background as Miles breezes by.

You stand in the middle of the living room face set in a pout one hand grasping the a bag of organic gummies and the other holding your phone to your ear. 

"Whit!" He hears you cry out, "I'm about to have these fucking babies alone with fucking Miles! Fucking Miles! And he gives me fucking Annes organic fruit snacks, Whitney! Why the fuck would I want organic candy? And Lew hid the gushers, and he's not going to be here in time, and I don't know where he put them."

Miles drops his jaw, halting his reach for the treats. "Hey, I'm trying my best! I want the best for you and my godchildren. I'm trying here!"

"Your trying isn't enough; obviously, I need the god mom. Whit! Fucking men, can't even find my fucking candy." You call out again. 

"Ugh- did she just stomp away from me." 

The call disconnects, and Lewis lets out a sigh of relief as he pulls into his neighborhood. He rushes out of the car, running up the steps of you guys' home. When he enters the foyer, he rushes to where he saw you last on the phone. Only you're not standing in the living room in distress. It's Miles slumped onto the couch with a family pack of gushers in his lap. He notices the two gusher wrappers beside his friend, and he storms up to him, snatching the box and slapping the side of his head.

"Where's my baby?" 

"Upstairs, y'all are going to learn how to appreciate me one day. I'm the godfather to your children-"

Lewis smacks his teeth, rushing up the stairs and into your bedroom. He sees you lugging your baby bag onto the bed, and he rushes over to you, pulling it from your grasp. 

"Hey bunny, I'm here." 

Your lip wobbles as you look up at him, and you let out a relieved cry. Lewis opens his arms to embrace you, and you quickly pull the box from his hands, stuffing it into your bag. 

"I was looking for these." You cried.

Lewis, used to your pregnant shenanigans, allows you to cry tears of relief for the sudden appearance of your after-labor treat. It's all you'd been asking for for weeks, but your doctor had you on a strict diet.

"Bunny," he persists, his arms open. You sniffle, stepping into his embrace.

"How are you feeling?"

"My vagina hurts, and I was scared you weren't going to make it." 

He chuckles, holding you close to him, "always going to make it when it comes to you guys."

It's safe to say your mood didn't get any better when you made it to the hospital. 

Lewis was by your side as you held onto his hand for dear life.

"Baby," he coos, "you're doing great."

"Oh my god," you wince, pulling your hand from his as you clutch the sheets. "Get the fuck away from me."

He looks baffled as you curse up a storm.

Lewis takes a step back only to be nudged forward again by the doctor. "Trust me, she'll murder you if you get away from her."

He holds onto your hand again, using the towel to wipe the sweat from your hairline.

Even now as you take in deep breaths and hang your head like you're about to die, Lewis think you are beautiful. You're glistening with sweat and throwing out words that would make a pastor faint but you're still beautiful with your freshly done birthing braids and bewildered face.

"Oh fuck this! Count the shit, measure the shit, whatever, and check again. I don't care if I'm not dilated enough; make it enough! Get these babies out of me."

You were regretting your decision to go all-natural as another contraction rippled through you. You let go of the sheet and grasp Lewis' hand again.

You look up to him, and he is staring at you in pure adoration. "I promise, you've got this." He encourages.

You feel tears of relief pool as your doctor let's out a direct order. "And we're there, when I get to three you push, okay."

You only nod as Lewis crouches down, "Push like hell, bunny."

You don't count how many times you hear him count to three or how many agonizing pushes you give until you hear the first cry. You're momentarily distracted as you watch them hold your baby into the air. 

"Come on, Mom, got to keep going," your doctor orders. 

You exhale, taking another deep breath as you push again. Lewis remains by your side, holding your hand and coaxing you through the pain.

"You're doing so great, bunny. So proud of you. We're about to meet our babies; we just have to push a little bit more." 

His words are all you need to get through another insufferable ninety seconds before you hear an even louder cry. 

Lewis kisses the top of your head as you fall back in exhaustion. "So proud of you, baby, hmm. I love you."

You're no longer the angry woman you were twenty minutes ago. You're looking up at Lewis with tired eyes that still glow with love and excitement.

"Baby boy came first." Your doctor hums settling him on one side of your chest, Another nurse comes forward settling your second baby on the oposite side. "And his sister came to stake her territory after."

You cry out, but it comes out in the form of a laugh. Your hands come up to hold both of your babies against your chest. Lewis crouches down, eyeing you three in amazement.

"My beautiful family." 

He places a kiss atop each head, watching as they instantly settle down amongst your warm body. 

You've never felt so much love in your life. You think back to all of the times you felt you were destined to be alone, all of the times you craved for someone to love you unconditionally. You gave up hope that you'd find it in a partner, so a baby was all you craved. But here you were with a man who loved you more than it was possible for love to exist. Here you were with two products of that love. 

You order the nurse to remove one of the railings so the Lewis can nestle in beside you. The doctor suggest for him to remove his shirt and he does so quickly, gently sliding beside you. You motion for him to grab the babygirl and he eases her onto his chest with ease. You peck his head as you watch the tears glide down his face. 

"I just love you all so much." he cries. 

And you know exactly how he feels as you two bask in the moment.

You think back to the moment that made this all possible, laying in Lewis' bed as the words leave his mouth, "It's something about loving someone so much that you want to fill them up with another part of you."

Looking at your two babies, you could tell they each were going to represent a part of both of you. As your daughter lets out constant noises, Lewis turns to you with knowing eyes, "Just like her mama." Your son's eyes pop open at the sound of his sister, and you coo, "Brother bear."

"Do we have names ready?" The doctor hums.

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y/u/n

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y/u/n I want to share this love I found with everyone. you deserve to meet my happy family after all of this time. Of all of the things that I wanted to be, being a mother was always my true calling. It's not easy, but it's worth it. To my babies, mommy loves you always; when the world is cruel, and your heart makes you feel like a fool, know that I will be there always. To LJ, my daring little boy, I see your father in everything you do; you will always be my baby bear, so strong and courageous, but with a mind so strong and a heart so big, you're forever unstoppable. My baby, Giana, Gigi girl, you came into the world demanding to be heard. You're fierce and bold in all of the best ways. Already, I admire the way you think and the things I know you will do. You heal a part of me I didn't know needed healing. You're my favorite girls girl, I love listening to you yap puppy, I love that you love talking to me. Always stand your ground, girly; never dull your light or lower your voice for anyone or anything. If no one listens, know I will. And to the love of my life, who has given me everything I could've ever wanted, plus more. You've outdone yourself, Lew; there aren't enough words to articulate how much I love you. Still my best friend, soon to be my husband, forever and always, the love of my life <3

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lewishamiton I can never think you enough for all that you've given to me. I love you more than life bunny. ❤️

user okay but the family of crochet animals. PUPPY? BEAR? CHEETAH? BUNNYYYY? 🥲

whitwhit still so proud of you mama ❤️

y/u/n the best god mommy in the world! I love you.

landonorris Mother🤰🏽Literally. Beautiful souls, even more beautiful children.

y/u/n love love love you Lando

user i always knew they'd get together one day, my happy heart!

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lewishamilton Thank you will never be enough for all that has been given to me. I love you, bunny, and every time I think it's impossible to feel more than that, you prove me wrong. To the rest of our lives together, to our children, and to the life I've had with you. We're in this together, forever. Daddy loves you, LJ, and Gigi, forever here, forever loving you.

charles_leclerc So happy for you man!

sebastianvettel never have you been happier man, congratulations.

user you mean to tell me that all of this time we thought he was uncle lew and whole time HE'S THE PAPPYYYY

lewishamilton like these are my kids, that my son. I was so bothered by that ngl. THEY LOOK JUST LIKE ME.

user you tell us not to assume and then when we don't assume you want us to assume what do you want from us sir?!?!

so this is the end that's not the end, I'll most likely make blurbs for their future 🌚

hope you enjoyed it.

not proofread sorry for any mistakes I was rushing honey

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hiii! can i get a #47 (I thought it was a one-night-stand...and now we’re married…) with Quinn?

I am so sorry this took me like a week to answer. But yes of course I love writing little blurbs for Quinn. Also another person requested this prompt with Quinn but wanted smut, so I hope you don't mind I put them together.

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"I thought it was a one-night-stand... and now we're married...."

Quinn couldn't keep his eyes off of you since he saw you take your first step down the aisle. Now with you across the room from him at the reception he's having a hard time focusing on what Jack and his dad is talking about too focused on watching you across the room talking to a family member. He watches you smile and laugh as you listen to one of your aunties stories. All he can think about is that now your his wife and you have his name and for some reason that makes him feel warm inside. Then he glances down your backside, and sees how your dress hugs your curves in all the right places and now all he wants to do is steal you away and consummation the marriage. Not even giving his dad or brother an excuse he leaves them and heads to you with one goal in mind. Finally reaching you, he wraps his arms around you and pulls you towards him so that your back is against his chest. He says "excuse me ladies, but can I steal my wife for a dance." As soon as your aunt nods her head, he grabs your hand and starts pulling you against towards the dance floor, but he makes a sharp left towards the hallway with the bathrooms.

"wait I thought you wanted to dance Q?" you ask curious as to where he's taking you.

"we will. but after." he speaks soft against your ear kissing right below it before he continues to guide you down the hallway. It seems like he finally got what he was looking for when he stopped at a storage closest smiling when he realized it was unlocked. Pulling you in and closing the door, he quickly closed and locked the door behind him. He kissed you abruptly, as if he was scared he was going to run out of time. Pulling away slightly to catch your breath you whine his name, as his hands that are your neck try to close the gap of space between you again. His teeth gently nip at your bottom lip causing you to gasp in surprise allowing him to slip his tongue in your mouth taking complete control of the kiss.

His hands leave your neck moving down to your hips pulling you closer to him even through the layers of your fabric from your wedding dress you can still feel his hard cock forming causing you to gasp at the same time he says "please." in a soft voice.

"hmm" you respond still in a daze from the kiss. Going down to suck gently on your sweet spot on your neck he speaks again. "Please baby." moving a little lower on your neck and softly kissing. "You look so beautiful and sexy in your dress." Now gently sucking on where your neck and shoulder meet gently biting you can't help the moan that escapes as he continues to plead. "I can't wait till were back at the hotel and we can't really leave our own wedding early." Now kissing gently on the only part of your chest exposed in your sweetheart cut grown. "Please."

All you can do is laugh. "Quinn. How are you gonna fuck me in this dress, I can't even pee without a bridemaid helping me."

"Is that a challenge?" he asks in a cheeky tone.

"Maybe.." you smirk at him. In a flash, his lips are on your again and his hands pull the bottom of your dress trying to get to your pussy as fast as humanly possible. Finally giving up and getting on his knees, he goes under your dress, you lean back against the shelvin for support as you feel Quinn swipe his tongue teasingly over your underwear.

"hmmm. please. Q" you beg.

"Fuck I love when you beg. God your so fucking wet, who makes you this wet?" he asks his fingers moved your underwear aside, sliping his fingers into your pussy, slowly pumping them in and out.

"ahh you" he starts pumping a little faster and sucking gently on your clit then you get an idea. "my husband." immediately his fingers stop and you whine because your idea back fired you hear him mumble a string of curse words under his breath. He takes his fingers out of your pussy and you whine at the loss of contact. "shhh baby, hold on. turn around." He demands as he comes back to you and lifts your dress up. From behind you can hear him undoing his belt buckle.

"shit." he mumbles sounding annoyed.

"what?" you ask.

"I don't have a condom."

"I don't care Quinn were married if I get pregnant I get pregnant." as you push your butt towards him. That's all it takes for Quinn to gently push himself into your core, both of you sighing at the feeling. Quinn gives you a couple of seconds to adjust to be full before he starts rolling his hips slowly.

"Faster." you beg He picks up the pace slamming into you, hititng your g-spot with every thrust.

"Oh yeah, am I not being good enough, god your such a fucking slut." grabbing your neck and squeezing it, you close your eyes and moan at the feeling. "Only you would beg for more as I'm already fucking you." he bites out. All you could focus on was the feeling of entire body tightening.

"ahh Quinn I'm close." you pant out.

"no not Quinn. What's my name?" he asks squeezing a little tighter on your throat.

"hu- husband." you moan and with that Quinn quickens his pace, both of you cuming shortly after. Quinn stays inside of you for a minute catching his breath his head resting on your shoulder.

Gently kissing the side of your neck he whispers, "you did so good baby. you okay?" he asks and your heart swells at how kind Quinn is always espically when it comes to aftercare always making sure he didn't cross some limit and hurt you. All you can do as you feel this overwhelming feeling of love you have for Quinn is chuckle to yourself. "what baby?" he asks a mix of confusion and concern.

"It's that when I met you I thought it would a one night stand." you admit both of you chuckling now at the realization. "and now I'm standing here in a wedding dress."

"and were married." Quinn finishes your thought for you. "I'm really glad you gave me your number that night." Softly kissing your neck.

"me too."

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shut up my moms calling- chris sturniolo x fem!reader

a/n i love naming my fics after songs bc then i listen to them on replay while i write.

summary- coming home from college means seeing the kid you’ve hated most your whole life. chris sturniolo. you’ve hated everything about his existence since the beginning of 6th grade when you transferred to somerville. the summer after your freshman year of college is when everything starts to change.

warnings- long(ish) smut ofc, mention of toxic relationship, choking, pet names (princess, baby, pretty girl) overstimulation {i think that’s all!}

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6th grade

i just moved from oklahoma to a small town outside of boston called somerville. it was my first day of 6th grade and i was everything but excited to go. i had a good amount of friends in oklahoma, and absolutely none in massachusetts. if it were up to me i would have stayed, but i had no choice because my mom got offered better work down here.

i walked into the crowded classroom with my schedule in hand. “is this mrs sawyers class?” i ask quietly. “yes it is, and you must be y/n?” she looks up at me through her glasses. “y-yes” i utter nervously. “nice to meet you, have a seat wherever” I walk to a more empty side of the classroom and take a seat.

“newww girlll” i voice calls out in a mocking tone when i sit down. when i look up i lock eyes with a boy with short brown hair. hes sat with his 2 triplet brothers and another one of their friends. “yeah?” i say quietly. he starts immediately attacking me with questions

“where are you from? why are you here? what school did you go to last? did you have friends” i’m overwhelmed as questions pour out of his mouth. “chris you’re freaking her out” his brother says. “i’m nick.” he smiles at me. “that’s chris, obviously, and that’s matt”

“hey nice to meet you” the third one says. “oh and that’s nate.” nick says. i nod my head looking at the 4 boys. “i’m y/n” i say. “y/n?” chris says under his breath almost inaudible. “excuse me?” i say turning my head to look at him. “what nothing.” he tries to play it off

“who decided on the name y/n, your mom or your dad?” chris asks with a disgusted but confused look on his face. “it was my mom’s best friend’s name before she passed.” i explained. “tough” he muttered. the whole rest of the class period was filled with his snarky remarks and questions.

over time, as i got closer to matt and nick, the snarky remarks from chris turned into full on arguments. anything i would say would lead to chris having something else to say. i could tell him my head hurts and he would say something along the lines of “maybe if you wouldn’t think so hard about what to say and just shut the fuck up for once that wound be a problem.” i would just roll my eyes and go back to talking to nick

-

this behavior lasted all the way through senior year of high school. i stayed close with nick and matt, which means i was stuck with chris. we got in several heated arguments over the years and they all led to me leaving the triplets house at 2 in the morning because i couldn’t physically be around chris.

our last big fight was the weekend before i left for college. nick wanted to host a small party of about 15 friends for me since i wouldn’t be seeing him again til the summer. we were setting up the decorations and chris was being extra annoying.

“chris can you actually help out and stop acting like a fucking toddler.” i snapped at him while he stood under me watching me hang up a banner. “maybe if you weren’t nagging at me every 30 seconds.” he complained. “i wouldn’t be nagging if you wouldn’t stand in my way instead of actually contributing to anything in this world” i yelled, stepping off the ladder as i finished hanging the banner.

“you act like i wanna do this party. i don’t give a fuck about you.” he spat “i might not even show up tonight because you’ve been a bitch all day long!” my heart dropped and i felt a lump form in my throat. bitch? me and chris never got along but he never called me a bitch

he knew how much i hated it because of a past relationship i had. during junior year, i was in a super toxic relationship with a kid from our school. i was so naive i had thought he had actually liked me but it turns out i was wrong. we would constantly argue and he would gaslight me into forgiving him.

i stared at chris blankly as tears formed in my eyes. “y/n i-“ “fuck you chris.” i cut him off “and yeah i think it’s best you don’t show up tonight.” i ran upstairs to the bathroom and wiped away my tears. i checked in the mirror and adjusted myself before going back down.

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present day

i hung up the phone with nick and got in my car. i was on my way home from college for the summer, and i finally got to see my best friend. he’s so excited that he rented out a cabin by the lake for a whole week to celebrate. i haven’t seen any of the triplets since i left, i haven’t seen chris since before the party. chris. my stomach dropped and my heart started pounding when the realization hit that i would be seeing chris.

i didn’t want to see him at all. nick said he changed a lot, and maybe he did, but you can never be too sure. and he did change a lot physically. chris was much more attractive then he was in highschool, not that he’s ever been unattractive, other than his personality.

about a few hours later i called nick to tell him i was close to the cabin. i pulled in and nick darted outside. “omgggg it’s been forever” i squealed as i got out of my car. “you have to see the place!” he grabbed my wrist and pulled me to the back of the house. “there’s a hot tub, a massive pool and all of this space.” he gawked at the house. we went inside as he gave me a tour of the house. “this is your room!” he announced pointing inside.

i looked around and it was absolutely beautiful. “thank you so much nick this is amazing” i hugged him. “don’t thank me too much” he said “i had to put you in the room across the hall from chris, i hope you don’t mind because i’ll work something out”

“no that’s totally fine, i’ll just pretend he isn’t even here” i smiled. he smiled back “okay i’ll be downstairs getting everything ready bc we’re gonna have movie night tonight just like high school.” he said as he left my room.

after i got settled in, i took a shower. i picked out my pajamas which was just a big t shirt and shorts and i headed down stairs happily. “there she is!” matt exclaimed, giving me a hug. “matt i missed you so much!” i said hugging him back

after i pulled away, i made eye contact with chris, who was glaring at me and matt. i shot him a calm smile and looked away. wow chris got really hot. you thought to yourself. no, chris is awful. but i couldn’t help but notice his fluffy hair and his defined jawline.

i noticed his sun kissed face, which made his freckles stand out. god i could only imagine what he looked like with my leg- no. remember what chris said to you. i snapped myself out of my thoughts and sat by nick on the the couch. he handed me a blanket and i cuddled up next to him and focused my eyes on the screen

my focus only lasted for about 30 seconds before my mind was back on chris. why hasn’t he spoke to me? because he hates me. duh. i wonder what he’s thinking right now. why am i so worried about chris? “you okay?” nick asks from beside me. “yeah i’m fine” i say in a convincing reassuring tone.

after the movie ends, i say goodnight and i head up to my room. i get situated in my bed, and i try to fall asleep but i can’t. my mind is flooded with thoughts of chris, and the next thing i know my hand is down my pants. what has happened to me?

this is chris sturniolo, the kid who’s bullied me for 7 years. i never imagined i would be getting off to the thought of him at 2 in the morning. i need to go to bed, but i physically can’t.

i get up out of bed and dig through my bags. i grab my pink swim suit and put it on. a get a towel from my bathroom and quietly head down stairs. i go out the back door and get in the hot tub. i zone out and try to find peace of mind.

i sit there with my eyes closed until i hear someone else getting in the water. i open my eyes, only to see chris. great. this is exactly what i need right now. “look y/n” his voice breaks me out of my thoughts. “i’m really sorry for the way i’ve treated you, you didn’t deserve any of it. but, we’re older now so i wanna put the past in the past”

“i forgive you” i say flatly. “really?” he seems genuinely shocked. “can i kiss you?” i asked immediately regretting what i said. “what?” is all he says before i grab my towel and run inside.

i lay on my bed for a split second before i hear a knock. i know it’s chris, but i still go to the door and answer it. i look up at him with a guilty look on my face. before i speak he’s slamming his face into mine.

he kisses me very passionately like he’s been waiting is whole life. he pushes me into my room and shuts the door behind us. he turns me and pushes me against is as he kisses me harder. one of his hands come up and squeeze my neck slightly

i moan into his mouth causing him to squeeze harder. i moan again growing super wet between my legs. one of my hands come up to tug on his hair, while the other one makes its way up his shirt.

with one hand still around my neck, he guides me over to my bed and lays me down flat as he climbs on top of me. “can i?” he asks, toying with the strap of my top. “pls chris” i whine. he unties my top and yanks it off, his mouth immediately meeting my nipple, his available hand massaging my other breast.

i throw my head back and moan as he does whatever he wants. next thing i know, his hand is coming off my throat, and down my body. he stops abt my bottoms before looking at me for confirmation. i nod desperately. his cold hands slip into my bottoms as his fingers meet my clit.

i’m a moaning mess at this point, begging for whatever contact i can get. “god you’re fucking soaked.” he says, his voice raspy and quiet. “fuck chris please touch me.” i beg “whatever you want princess” he says before putting his ring and middle finger inside of me. he quickly pumps in and out for a few seconds before i cut him of. “chris wait” i say

“are you okay did i do something wrong?” he questions. “no but i have an idea.” i tell him. i then instruct him to lay on his back and put his head on the pillow. i watch as he does what i say. once he’s situated i ask him “can i sit on your face?”

i laughed a little inside about how innocent it sounded. “of course princess” he says. i make my way closer to him as i put my legs on either side of his head. i slightly lower myself down, enough to make contact.

my legs shake as i try to hold myself up while he eats me. he lifts me up a little and says “don’t be shy baby, suffocate me.” he grips my waist harder as he pulls me down all the way onto his face. my back arches at the contact.

chris eats me like i was his last meal, i grip the headboard, and struggle to stay quiet while his nose rubs my clit. “chris i’m g-gonna cum” i whine. one of his hands come off my waist and grabs my ass, massaging it. my legs squeeze his head. and i moan uncontrollably as i release all over his face.

after i come down from my high, i get off and straddle his waist. i lean down and kiss him, tasting myself. i grind on his hard on while we kiss, making him grunt. i reach my hand down and palm his boxers as his body twitches.

i go for the band of his swim shorts and slowly pull them down, exposing his hard dick. i look him in the eyes, to get his consent “y/n please” is all i need to hear before i slowly stroke him. he moans and tosses his head back

after a few more strokes, i sit up and line myself up with him. i slowly lower myself onto him, wincing at his size as i feel him in me. once i’m fully sat, i sit still for a minute to adjust. once i’m ready i start bouncing up and down. he puts one hand on my waist to guide me, as the other one makes it way to mu sensitive clit.

“ughh chris don’t stop” i whine as i ride him. my words make him rub my clit even faster than before. my eyes are now practically stuck in the back of my head as i moan out for him. when i’m about to finish, i clench around him, making his mouth fall open. i come all over him, as he helps me through my high

“good job princess.” he grunts i keep riding him until i feel him twitch. “you feel so good pretty girl. i’m almost there.” i clench again, becoming slightly overstimulated. just then he releases, inside of me. after he comes down i slide off and plop on my bed.

“you okay princess?” he asks with concern “overstimulated” is all i can bring myself to mutter. chris picks me up and lays me in a more comfortable spot on the bed. he then heads to my bathroom and comes back with a towel. he helps clean me off before he finds the shorts and shirt i had on earlier.

he helps me put them on, then he puts his shorts on and goes to his room. i feel sad in that moment. how could he to all of that just to leave? just then he enters my room with pajama pants on. “don’t worry i’m not going anywhere.” he whispers as he crawls into bed with me.

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a/n: kinda love this what do u think?

[lynnbanks]

Ooh! Maybe a Luke x reader where it’s an unexpected pregnancy? She holds off telling him cause she’s afraid of his reaction, and accidentally tells Jack first.

She had no idea she was with child until her latest doctor's appointment where they made her take a test before she could be prescribed her new medication. One second she is worry-free and excited to get lunch with her boyfriend after her appointment and all of a sudden the thought of doing anything makes her sick.

“We know from your blood work you are pregnant but unfortunately you will have to go up to the 7th floor to make an appointment with an ob-gyn.” and y/n is still very much in shock and just shakes her head yes. Walking out of the doctor's hands shaking “What the fuck am I going to do.”

I can't tell Luke I'm pregnant, what if he leaves, what if this tears us apart, what if we are bad parents, what if I am ruining his career? All these what-ifs with nobody to pull her out of it.

She makes it to the spot where they agreed to meet for lunch “Hi baby how are you feeling?” Luke asked, taking in her pale face and shaking frame “Did everything go okay? You don't look too good.”

Pulling herself from her thoughts “Yeah um I-they had to take some blood so I'm a little shaky that's all.”

“Well, we should probably eat then!” He says it with a big smile, happy to see his girlfriend after just a few hours apart. and she couldn't be the one to wipe the smile off of his face so she decided to not bring up what the doctor had just told her.

3 weeks later y/n is now 11 weeks pregnant and has just about all of the early stage symptoms. Her first appointment with her ob-gyn is next week and she is terrified. Luke is starting to notice some changes in her too. She is more distant, and emotional this morning. He caught her throwing up after breakfast and when she was done she acted as if she had been caught doing something bad.

“Let's get you to bed sweet girl, you need some rest.” y/n can't tell if it is the fear, the guilt or the baby growing inside of her but she feels like she is about to throw up the very little food she has been able to keep down. “ you must have caught what jack had last week,” Luke says covering her up

And it is that exact reason Jack was home early from practice 3 days later to find his brother's girlfriend passed out on the floor in the middle of the apartment. And is sitting with her in the emergency room till Luke can switch with him. All is fine until the doctor walks into her room “Hi my name is doctor brown this is Emma she will be taking notes for me while we talk”

pulling out her stethoscope to do a plus measurement test “So what are we in here for today?” before y/n can say anything Jack says it for her “She was passed out on the floor of our apartment.” the doctor nodes her head “In your charts, it says you are in the early stages of pregnancy. Do you know how far along you are?”

the room goes dead silent “The reason I say that is because it is normal to be dizzy during the first few weeks but if it is causing you to faint we definitely want to check in with your OB to make sure mom and baby are doing ok.” y/n can feel the tears fill her eyes this was not happening right now

“ I'm assuming you are Dad?” the doctor says to Jack who looks just as pale as she did when she found out “Um n-no no that would be my brother” he says looking at y/n who looks like she might have a mental breakdown at any second

“Oh I'm sorry um well from what I am seeing everything looks good but we still want to do an ultrasound just to cover all our bases. We will have someone come in just a few minutes to get that done for you,” she says, pumping some hand sanitizer into her hands “My only suggestions would be lots of rest and to drink lots of water and if everything is all good with the ultrasound you should be out of here pretty soon.” be for leaving me to fix this mess alone.

“ Did you know?” Jack asked and all y/n could manage to do was sob into her hands and shake her head yes “Does he know?” she shook her head no “Oh y/n” he said as if she was a lost puppy coming up to hug her tight while she let it all go “I don't want him to leave me.”

She was full-on sobbing “What, why would you think that?” “ I am ruining his life!” Jack pulled away to get a good look at the girl he saw as a little sister breaking down in his arms “Hey it takes two to tango and it's not fair to him for you to say that when he doesn't even know.” y/n hadn't thought about how unfair it was to judge Luke for a reaction she didn't know he was going to have

“ I'm scared; every woman in my life has done it alone. I know what it looks like and I can't do it.”

Jack is rubbing her back trying to soothe her as best as he can. “Luke is nothing like those guys ok and if he did ever turn out to be one of those guys you know me and Quinn would be right by your side as you kick his ass.” y/n laughed a little at that “ but you keeping this from him is going to break his heart.

Let me know if y'all want Luke's reaction if I keep writing right now it is only going to get worse. I also love doing y'all requests. And again grammar spelling and all of the above don't exist here.💋💋

[ultimate-shipper-trash-blog]

Substitute Teacher Steve Au

Delilah felt nervous. She ran into her little brother Paul in the hall because neither of them were looking in the correct direction...too nervous.

She hurried into her English class and grabbed her seat. The class's energy was off the charts. Everyone was chatting and gossiping.

"-sub! Can you believe THE St-"

"I just don't understand? Arent they fam-"

Uh oh. She thinks she understands now and pulls out her flip phone to type out a quick text to Paul to warn him. It's too late. He already texted her first.

"Code purple"

"Fuck."

"Language B!"

"Shit."

He laughs as he walks into the classroom. Someone slaps her shoulder as if they're trying to tell her "Hey! He looked in your direction!!!!"

Sitting on her teacher's desk is retired pop icon Steve Harrington. He lights up when he sees her looking at him and waves to her. He's waving so fast his hand is a blur.

"Del what the hell is happening?" Mandy, her best friend is looking at her expectantly.

"I-"

"Ok class! Attendance time!!"

'Adams'

'Andrews'

'Chase'

'Finch'

"Henderson!"

"..."

"C'mom B," he looks at her disappointed.

"Here," she grumbles.

A girl in the back raises her hand.

"Can this wait until after the attendance is taken?"

"Unfortunately not Mr. Harrington I just have to know, how do you know Delilah? Why do you call her B? I mean out of everyone we were not expecting you to be here for her." She says the last part kind of like a sneer.

Delilah knew she wasn't the most popular but she made a choice to stay out of the spotlight.

"Well...student-"

"Sam."

"Sam, I'm not here for Delilah."

Gasps went around the room.

"I'm also here for Paul!" His famous bright smile is shining bright. "He's getting his braces off today! Isn't that exciting! Gosh I remember when his dad got his off. Brings a tear to my eye."

Delilah sinks lower into her seat.

"As for the nickname-"

She shoots up, ramrod straight.

"Um Uncle Steve you don't really have to-"

"Now B it's nothing to be embarrassed about. When Del's mom was pregnant with Paul we told her that she wouldn't be the baby anymore. She was so frustrated that was the only name she responded to for six months!"

Sam pipes up again, "so B is short for-"

"Baby." Snickers went around the room. Delilah groans. "Obviously we couldn't go around calling her baby that's weird. So we shortened it, nickname. It also helps because she's baby Henderson, helps to distinguish the difference between them all."

Steve gives her a soft smile, like he's still imagining her as a toddler.

"As most of you may know I retired about five years ago along with my boyfriend." (Gay marriage was not legal yet but she's working on it.)

Josh's hand shoots up. "Your boyfriend famous metal musician Eddie Munson?"

"Yes student in the back, we decided it was time to retire and enjoy our time together. Then I got bored. I was always planning on being a teacher if music didn't work out so I became a sub. We have a house here to see the kids and I knew I wanted my first assignment to be one where I could see my favorite Hendersons."

Ok she can't be mad at him. She loves him so much and he obviously is just doing what he can to be closer to her.

"Uncle Steve-"

Uncle is whispered around the room.

"I appreciate you coming here but-"

"Henderson I'd appreciate it if you stayed after school to help me grade papers. I can give you a ride home. Uncle Eds is taking Paul to the orthodontist now so you don't have to worry about driving him."

Conveniently, beeping was heard outside along with the sound of a motor like an engine revving. The students all ran to the window to see what was going on and were shown Paul with his head down running to the convertible.

Poor kid. Everyone would be talking about this for at least a week.

Paul looked over at the window along with Eddie, when he saw Steve he blew him a kiss. As soon as Paul was buckled up he sped off.

Steve sighed wistfully and then headed back to the desk.

"Alright everyone! Let's learn!"

[artificialbreezy]

Matt as a twin dad has been planted in my head so, dad omens is back!!

disclaimer: all photos found on pinterest, none of them are mine. this is simply a work of fiction, none of this has happened. ever.

so many thoughts under the cut ◡̈

started as a simple kind of moment tbh

a nice date, he just got home. he’s gonna be home for a while, no touring. what better way to tell Matty you’re ready.

“Matty, i love our little life and our fur babies but i think im ready to try for a real baby.”

you didn’t expect the first try to work tbh

and you really didn’t expect such an early positive test

and you really don’t expect two babies

Matt though? he was so excited

he gets to have TWO BABIES?!??

he’s texting the omens group chat the moment at appointments done

“YOU BITCHES ARENT GONNA BELIEVE THIS!!! THERES TWO LITTLE DUDES IN THERE!!!”

thus the planning begins

he’s never leaving you alone, he won’t let you mom by yourself. he WILL be an active dad

and when he finds out they’re both girls??? oh brother is fucked

he’s crying so so hard

“honey we need to pick another name, we only had one planned for each one.”

you settle on “Mira Jean Dierkes and Meadow Brooke Dierkes”

whenever he talks to them, “why hello my sweet M&M’s how are we feeling today?”

he was really excited for a lotr nursery but when you guys settled on the names he said no way, we have to do a subtle little candy land theme

Davis comes to paint the cute little candies above each of their cribs

Noah is Meadow’s godfather and Lana is Meadow’s godmother

Folio is Mira’s godfather and Davis is Mira’s “godparent bc Folio fucking took the godfather name”

you decide on a c-section with your obgyn, she makes sure to explain you can have natural birth after this one but it’s not fully recommended.

“don’t worry, we only wanted two and well we got them”

the birth was smooth, Matt was holding your hand the whole time

he cried more than he’d ever tell the guys

Noah, Davis, Folio and Lana all camped out in the hospital waiting room

with gifts

and balloons

and flowers

and Lana made a huge goody bag for just you

Matt and you swear to never dress the girls identical, you refuse to let either of them feel unseen

he carries both car seats to the car on the way out, helps you into the car, helps you to the front door, helps you straight to bed and then he’ll join you and his little ones

as they’re getting older and their personalities are coming in

you can definitely tell that Mira is just like her dad, has so much interest in his work and his shows and his movies and his music and she just loves her dad.

“you’re my little shadow, aren’t you Mira?”

and Meadow? loves her mama, loves sitting with her while she crochets and loves sitting with her while she reads and Meadow has her own little book, loves being with mama.

Mira looks like her mama though

and Meadow is the copy paste of Matt

buys them valentine’s day gifts

takes them each on one on one daddy/daughter days

and group days

Matt likes to joke with them too once they’re 4-5, purposely mixed up their names

“Mira here is your peanut butter and jelly with no crust and extra jelly.”

“Meadow here is your ham and cheese, hold the cheese.”

and he’s just chuckle a little when he sees them switch plates

ugly cries on the first day of school

every year tbh

high school about takes him out

what do you mean they’re gonna date soon???

what do you mean they’re gonna drive soon???

what do you mean they only have 4 years left???

Mira would rather skip out on the dances but Meadow begs and pleads her sister every time

so now you’re dress shopping AND suit shopping

“i’ll go Dow, but i am NOT wearing a dress.”

“that’s fine, i think you and J- “

“MEADOW SHUT IT.”

Matt and you just look at each other, and know. Mira is seeing someone.

and you guys don’t know much on it, until picture time before the dance comes around and you see the oldest Ruffilo child and Mira closer than usual and that’s when Matt calms himself

“god at least it’s his kid, could’ve been way worse.”

“i mean, do you think Mira was really just picking a pick shirt for nothing?” Meadow would bring up

“they had to match her suit to her dress.”

Nick comes up and talks about it later, wondering how much you two knew versus them.

everyone’s just happy they’re happy

they’d stay together throughout high school, finally coming clean end of freshman year

they decide a college together (with Meadow picking a college not far from her sister)

and suddenly the house is empty and Matt’s standing in the door way of the girls’ area of the house holding their baby book

“can’t believe they’re all grown up, honey.”

“we did good Matty.”

[us-the-voices-and-more-voices-2]

random Conner being a good bullshitter moment

Teacher: today class we are doing a genealogy thing, basically we are going to track your family tree. It’s an assessment of your research skills, go ham just make sure your information is correct if it isn’t you will be docked accordingly.

Later

classmate: so Conner? How are you going?

Conner: oh I realise my family history is a bit confusing but when the day comes I’ll explain it, how are you going?

classmate: oh fine, my family already had a family tree book made so I just have to present it.

Conner: cool, I have to make mine from scratch but it’s alright.

a week later after a few battles with random space pirates

teacher: well class I hope you’re ready to present your assignments, who wants to go first?

Conner: *raises his hand*

teacher: oh well, Conner go ahead.

Conner: *clears throat* okay, so my dad clark is actually my half brother *conner starts to singsong* my mother is actually some rich lady named Lex, my dad is actually this guy Elliot, my half brother is also my older brother, I know it makes no sense but keep on listening. My cousin is Kara, my family is Jonathan and Martha Kent, my stepmom is Lois lane and my nephew is Jon Kent. Yup that’s it.

the class applauds after Conner’s PowerPoint presentation

teacher: wait how is clark your half brother?

Conner: just is, my dad Elliot knocked up Lex and he left shortly afterwards. He was one of Jonathan’s distant relatives, he ended up leaving clark with the Kent’s because well easier than leaving him alone, since his mother died when he was a kid. He did die only a short while later it was only supposed to be temporary until he did die. So they ended up adopting clark, he’s still a full blooded Kent but yeah his dad is dead. And I’m his half brother because our dad had a kid with this rich lady Lex. As you can see on the chart. And Kara is our cousin who I don’t know who’s parents are.

teacher: well that’s something, I honestly was expecting something else.

Conner: I’m still in touch with rich lady Lex, since she’s a doctor and did raise me for the first years of my life, and I have family health issues. But I am the Jonathan and Martha’s kid though, Lex is just reluctant about me being with the other side of the family because she didn’t really know them well. Since dad died long after she knew she was pregnant, i was a ivf baby lol because she froze his sperm. I call clark dad because well he’s been my dad. But we are half brothers, it’s more of a “I didn’t know we were half brothers so I’m going to call you dad” thing I was 14 when I came to live with them, I had a falling out with my mother.

the class listens eagerly because this is so much Kent lore, and explains literally everything about why the fuck they look a bit different and where clark came from! the decades long mystery is solved!

Conner: so now I just alternate between the two houses, it’s not a split custody agreement or something it’s just I like living with the Kent’s. And I’m old enough to make my own decisions, so it’s just mostly living at the Kent’s and visiting mother.

teacher: well that’s something. Thank you for sharing this, you receive a B+ because I don’t have access to any of your records or know who the heck you’re talking about so B+. Whoever’s next get ready.

later

Conner sitting at the dinner table eating some roast, and slightly kicking his feet under the table asks

Conner: I did my family history thing today

Jonathan: you didn’t screw up and tell everyone something that could trace us back to superman right? *chuckles*

Conner: nope, did finally explain that clark is my half brother.

Jonathan: *fork drops* what

connner: well obviously no one believed he’s my dad, because that’d make him a teen father or something and honestly it was genuinely getting pretty weird. So I explained that Elliot, Jor el. Was my father, and that he had a kid with a rich woman named Lex because technically it’s true who can actually confirm or deny that, through ivf after Elliot died. He also had a kid with unnamed woman who is Clark’s mother, he left clark with you as he couldn’t leave him alone and he died shortly after. Isn’t that a better back story?

Jonathan super surprised by conner’s web weaving skills just nods

Conner: so now I can talk about Lex, no one thinks I’m a teen father’s child anymore, and you have some one to blame if someone does actually accidentally test Clark’s blood. I am amazing!

Jonathan: well, I guess I’ll inform everyone of the situation you just made, but I commend you for your hard work. You did a good job kid.

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(yes this is a series please read the first one it's hilarious)

[nvrsaidiwasinurcloset]

Bleed It Out - Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader

This contains: Angst, mentions of death

Summary: You find out your boyfriend has been playing psycho killer.

You wandered down the hall of the old theater alone. This is literally one of the main rules, don’t fucking split up.

A few days ago, you had your first encounter with the infamous Ghostface. You were unharmed, but your roommate Quinn…not so much. Your parents bought you a plane ticket, and you were supposed to be on your flight home. After getting a threatening phone call when you were going through airport security, you made the tough decision to head back and help your friends.  

As you made your way down the hall, you heard voices coming from the old security office. Your heart raced as you made it closer to the door, trying to hear who was on the other side. You tried to hold onto the wall in the very dimly-lit hallway, not seeing the broom that was leaning against it. As the handle clattered on the floor, the door flew open. You backed away slowly as two people in Ghostface attire walked towards you. 

“What are you doing here?” The person said through the voice modulator.

“I called her,” the other one said with a laugh.

“That’s not the fucking plan!” At that point, you bolted down the hallway. You were looking for the door you’d walked through earlier that led you here, when you heard a familiar voice calling your name.

“Ethan?” You said, turning around to see him in the black robe, his mask in hand. Your eyes started to water as you backed away from him.

“Baby, I’m not going to hurt you,” he said, taking a few steps towards you.

“What the fuck, Ethan?” You said, the fear and anger evident in your voice.

“You were never supposed to be a part of this,” he whispered, looking behind him as the other Ghostface walked up. “Why the fuck did you call her?” He snapped, as Quinn shed her mask.

Your face dropped. The image of her mutilated body was something you couldn’t get out of your head, and here she is, alive and mentally unwell, right in front of you.

“She deserves to die like the rest of them,” she shrugged, Ethan getting angrier by the second.

“She does not! You aren’t sticking to the fucking plan! She had nothing to do with what happened to our brother.”

Quinn scoffed at his words, “Yeah, but when Sam and Tara talked about him, your little girlfriend said he deserved to die.” 

Ethan looked over to you as the realization set in. Richie was their brother, and they want revenge.

“Did you really say that, baby?” Ethan asked, his eyes growing dark as he stepped towards you.

“Ethan, you don’t have to do this, this isn’t you,” your voice shaking as the tears flowed. You backed away as far as you could before hitting the wall.

“Oh shut up,” Quinn said, rolling her eyes. “Ethan Landry isn’t even his real fucking name. Shows how much you know about who he is.” 

If your heart couldn’t hurt anymore knowing the man you love has been killing your friends, you find out that you don’t actually know him at all.

He saw the hurt on your face, and in that twisted little psychotic heart of his, he did love you. “If you don’t get the fuck out of here right now, I will kill you,” he said lowly, before yelling “GO!” 

“You can’t just let her go!” Quinn yelled, as you ran down the hallway. You heard her coming after you, so you hid in one of the theaters, under a row of seats. 

You heard Ethan, or whatever his name actually is, run down the hall to grab her. “Come on, we have shit to do.”

“What if that little bitch girlfriend of yours tells the fucking cops?!” She yelled, the sound echoing through the theater.

“Did you forget that dad’s in on this? They won’t believe a word she says,” you covered your mouth, trying to choke back your sobs. 

[feyhunter78]

Pink Pastels Pt 21

Description: After your almost disastrous encounter in the O'Hara household, you spend some time debriefing with Janey, and Miguel asks for a second date.

Pt 22

So, you what, jumped out a window?” Janey drawls, her expression both intrigued and unamused, her image freezing for a second as she moves to a part of her apartment with better Wi-Fi.

“No, I hid in his bathroom until he’d convinced Gabi to go play in her room, then sprinted into my own. Janey, it was so embarrassing, I looked like a fucking toaster strudel.”

Janey chokes on her drink. “Not a toaster strudel…”

You bury your face in your hands. “I seriously have a problem, like I need to stay away from him. That cannot happen again, it just can’t.”

A text pops up on your phone, making it vibrate.

Mr. O’Hara: Hey, I’ve been thinking about yesterday and I acted inappropriately, could I take you to dinner tonight, to make up for it? I know a place, it’s a bit out of the way, but there’s no chance anyone from Gabi’s school will see us.

You changed his name back from Miguel to Mr. O’Hara, wanting to remind yourself of the professional boundaries.

“Y/N?” Janey asks, waving her hand, trying to catch your attention.

“Yeah, sorry, anyways, I need to get a handle on myself, I swear I haven’t been this…ya know…in ages.”

Mr. O’Hara: My treat, obviously. I think I make three times what you make.

Mr. O’Hara: Shit, sorry that was rude.

Mr. O’Hara: Anyways let me know.

“I mean, technically there’s nothing in the rules that say you can’t date a parent, it’s just frowned upon.”

Y/N: I’d love to pick me up at six?

Mr. O’Hara: Absolutely, I’ll see you then.

“Yeah, but still.” You glance at the clock, it’s five ten, you definitely need to start getting ready. You pick up your phone and move into your bathroom, continuing to chat with Janey as you get ready.

Six o’clock on the dot, Miguel is at your door. He’s dressed casually, which is a relief because so are you.

He hands you a bouquet of flowers, roses, a bit basic, but beautiful. “Again, my apologies, and I’m glad you’re letting me take you out, I really do like you, y/n, as cheesy as that sounds.”

You take the flowers and quickly put them in a vase before following Miguel down to the parking garage.

It’s a long drive, maybe an hour from your place, but once you arrive you understand.

It’s a small restaurant out of the city, a bit run down, but the neon sign is bright, and you can already smell food.

“This is the best Mexican food in Neuva York and the surrounding area, my mother used to take my brother and I here on our birthdays.” He explains as he opens the door for you.

The restaurant is beautiful, hand painted murals, wood carved booths, warm lighting, and soft music streaming through the speakers hidden amongst the beams that hold up the ceiling.

Once you’re seated and the waitress takes your order, you sip on your water awkwardly. It’s been a while since you’ve been on an actual date.

“Do you like Mexican food?” Miguel asks, looking at the drink menu, his eyes darting to your face every other second.

“Yeah, yeah, my mom is actually from Texas, so we’d get Tex-Mex every time we went to visit her family. I know it’s not the same thing, but…”

“Gabi said your mom has lived in Nueva York her whole life?” Miguel’s eyebrows furrow and you bite your lip.

“Oh umm, so my mother, was born and raised in Nueva York, but my stepmom is from Texas. She married my dad when I was a baby, she’s basically the only mom I’ve actually had. My bio mother sued for joint custody when I was a kid, but I…I didn’t want to live with her. Scheduled visits were enough for me.” You explain, cursing yourself for even mentioning your biological mother to Gabi.

It was a rough day for her, after you learned about her mom from Melissa. You only told her to make her feel better, to let her know she wasn’t alone, but now you were kind of regretting it…

“I don’t talk about her much, she’s—she’s just a lot.” You wave your hand in the air dismissively and plaster on a smile.

“I thought my stepfather was my dad until I went to high school.” Miguel admits, setting down the drink menu.

“Oh?” You’re a little shocked, but hey, you’ve almost fucked multiple times, you’re close enough to share childhood traumas.

“My boss is my father, my mother had an affair with him, I have a half-sister, Monica who is a notorious gossip, but might be my best friend, maybe my only friend? I’ve got coworkers I occasionally get drinks with but…”

You giggle, half at the way he says it, half out of nerves. “Sorry, sorry, please go on.”

He gives you a sheepish smile. “It’s pathetic, I know, a grown man whose best friend is his sister.”

“No, no, I think it’s sweet.” You reassure him.

“And what about you? Siblings? Friends?” Miguel scoops some salsa onto a chip.

“I’ve got a younger brother, he’s a pilot, never around, always sending photos from exotic places, and then Janey, she teaches with me, and she’s my best friend.” You stir the queso in front of you with the spoon provided, watching as the jalapeños sink into the cheese.

Miguel nods. “The tiny black woman with the brightly colored outfits?”

“Everyone is tiny compared to you. But yes, she is short.” You defend Janey playfully, knowing Miguel doesn’t mean anything by it.

“It’s not my fault I was blessed with the stature of a Greek god.” Miguel shrugs, a teasing smile tugging at his lips.

You roll your eyes. “It must be so difficult for you.”

“It is, actually, do you know how many old ladies hit on me?”

You laugh at that, picturing giant, buff Miguel running from grandmothers chasing him down with their canes and walkers. “I am so sorry for your struggle.”

He laughs as well. “I appreciate it.”

“Is your mom still in Neuva York?” You ask, taking a bite of a queso covered chip.

“Yeah, I have her set up in this nice apartment, it’s quiet, she can get her groceries delivered to her if she wants, there’s a pool she and Gabi go swimming in, and she’s on the building’s HOA which is always entertaining.”

“I can’t imagine the stories apartment HOAs have to tell.”

Miguel pitches up his voice, laying on a thick Mexican accent. “Mijo you will never guess, the man upstairs, with the little dogs, a killer, the police came today, took him away. Dios nos salve a todos.”

“That means like God save us, right?” You ask, trying to remember what that Catholic dude from Law and Order: SVU used to say.

“Close, God save us all.” Miguel smiles at you, then the waitress when she sets your food down.

Your waitress’ face tints red, and you feel a wave of jealousy wash over you. You wait until she’s gone, then continue the conversation. “Wait, was he actually a murderer?”

Miguel chuckles. “No, his dogs have been killing birds, squirrels, and other small animals outside the building. He’s been cleaning them up, but apparently disposing of them in the wrong dumpster. Maintenance in the building just wanted to show him the right one to use.”

“Ah, I see.”

“My mother has a wild imagination; I think she gets bored sometimes.” Miguel says. “I should take Gabi to visit her more often but…”

“Being a secret superhero takes up a lot of time?” You joke in a hushed voice, looking around to make sure no one is paying attention.

“Exactly.” He takes a bite of his food, carnitas.

“Sure, keeps you out late, on the street, rooftops, balconies…” You trail off, taking a bite of your quesadilla.

Miguel swallows hard. “I like keeping people safe.”

You nod. “And you’re good at it, I’m glad to have a superhero living in my building.”

“Thank you.” He says softly.

For a moment, you wonder if anyone ever thanks Miguel for what he does. You’re sure people thank him when he saves them, but outside of that? When he’s just patrolling, watching over the city?

“Last time I talked to my mom, she was complaining about my dad keeps the house too cold, and that there’s nothing good on TV anymore.”

“She’s right, there’s nothing good on TV anymore.”

“There’s some good movie though, like that one that came out a bit ago, based on a comic book?” You wrack your brain, but can’t remember what it’s called.

“I only see the movies Gabi wants to see.” Miguel admits sheepishly.

“Well, good thing she’s got good taste.”

You both walk back to Miguel’s car, hands brushing against each other, pinkies almost linking then shying away at the last second.

“Thank you for this, it was nice.” You say, looking up at him, the moon a halo behind his head, dousing him in an ethereal glow.

“No, thank you, I know we’ve kind of gone about things backwards, and that you’re Gabi’s teacher, but I…I really do like you, y/n. I enjoy spending time with you, I like hearing your stories, and telling you mine…”

You take the plunge and link your hand with his. “I like spending time with you too Miguel.”

His fingers interlace with yours. “My work is having a gala in a few weeks, would you come with me? As my date?”

Janey is never going to let you live this down.

“Yeah, sure, sounds like fun.” You tell him, heart skipping a beat when he lifts your hand to his lips and presses a soft kiss to it.

“I’ll give you more details as I get them, but I promise it will be a night to remember, even if all you remember is my coworkers getting drunk off their asses.”

You thank him when he opens the car door for you, then he slides into the driver’s seat.

Miguel walks you to your door, lingering in its frame as you hold each other’s gaze, silly lovesick smiles on your faces.

“I should go to bed.” You say, making no attempt to break away from his gaze.

“Me too.” Miguel echoes, also not moving an inch.

“Thank you, again, for dinner.”

“It’s no problem, I’d like to do it again if you’d let me?” He tilts his head to the side, a soft smile on his face.

“I’d like that.” You tell him before you finally take a step back and into your apartment. “Goodnight Miguel.”

He grabs your wrist, gently, reverently, and presses his lips to your palm, the warmth of his face feels nice of your cold hand, the slight stubble tickles your skin, and his lips are soft. “Goodnight y/n.” Then he releases you and turns to go into his own apartment.

You shut your door, face burning. How was it, that out of everything Miguel’s done, that’s what makes your head spin a thousand miles in every direction imaginable?

He really is something else, huh?

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Managing Mischief: Weasley Twins x F! Reader (Part Four)

TW: Nicknames like 'little one,' 'baby,' 'darling,' anxiety, fluff, sexual references, Fred and George x F! Reader, Y/N (Don't judge me pls, I love it, but I will try to start using less) (I'm trying to get better at listing TWs) *Smut is coming I promise, we're just building up to it*

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Chapter Four

Y/n

Y/n

No parents around and a house full of horny teens? Yeah, this will end well. 

“Why are the three of you soaking wet?” Ginny asks us as we walk into the living room and see everyone sitting around the fire. 

“And where did you guys go? We looked for you,” Ron asks, his confused expression matching everyone else’s. 

“I pushed them in the lake after they threatened to throw me in,” I shrug with a smirk at Fred and George. 

“Nice,” Harry laughs.

“Seems like they got what they deserved, nice going, y/n,” Ginny smiles and laughs. 

“Damn, is everyone on your side?” Fred asks me, rolling his eyes with a chuckle. 

“No kidding,” George adds. 

“Now, now. Simmer down, boys,” I tease them, patting their arms.

“Should we play a drinking game? Since Mum and Dad are out for the night?” George asks, draping his arm around me. 

“Where are we going to get alcohol?” Hermione asks, much to my surprise. 

“Hermione Jean Granger, drinking?” I fake a gasp with a smile. 

Hermione rolls her eyes and giggles. “Hey, I did all of my summer reading and then some. Besides, this is the last year that we’ll all be able to celebrate going to school together,” she explains. 

“Where are we going to get alcohol?” Ron asks curiously. 

“Don’t you worry about that, little brother,” Fred winks and runs upstairs with George following behind him. 

“I’m going to go change,” I tell everyone before I go up the stairs to Ginny’s room. I close the door behind me, change out of my wet clothes, and put on a clean pair of red and gold flannel pajama shorts, a new shirt, and a dry pair of socks, putting my wet sneakers on the heater to dry. 

Everyone is already back when I get downstairs. Fred and George have changed, too. Both wear white tank tops, grey sweatpants, and socks. Fuck, they look so hot like this. I jump over the back of the couch, landing between them. “So, truth or dare?” I ask everyone. 

“Sounds fun,” Harry says with a smile. Fred pours us all a shot of fire whiskey, and Hermione starts off the game. 

“Umm,” she looks around and lands on Harry. “Harry, Truth or dare?” She asks. 

Harry thinks for a moment before answering. “Truth.”

Hermione smiles. “Do you like anyone in our year?” I smile, knowing she asked because he’s been not so discreetly crushing on Ginny forever. 

Harry blushes and nods. “In our year?” Hermione nods. “Yeah,” Harry smiles and looks over at Ginny, who is smiling too. Now that it’s Harry’s turn, he turns to Fred. “Fred, truth or dare?”

“Dare,” Fred smirks and takes another shot. 

“Okay,” Harry thinks for a moment. “I dare you to take three shots. Back to back with no chaser,” Harry challenges him. I can’t help but smirk, knowing that’s lightweight for Fred. 

“Psh, easy,” Fred chuckles and lines up three shot glasses, filling them and taking them without missing a beat. He sucks in a breath after he takes the last one and sighs contently before turning to me. “Y/n, love. Truth or dare?”

“Fuck, um, truth,” I answer, leaning back against George’s arm draped behind me on the couch. 

“Do you like anyone besides Draco?” Fred asks, biting his lower lip. Everyone stops laughing at the mention of his name, like somebody fucking died. 

I sigh and lean toward Fred with a smirk. “Yes, as a matter of fact, I have my eyes on a couple of people,” I tease before looking at everyone else. “And listen, guys, you don’t need to feel weird saying his name. He’s fucking dead to us now. Fuck him, well, not literally because he sucks in b-” I cut myself off and purse my lips for a moment. “Just because he sucks.” 

George laughs and leans forward. “Wait, wait, say that again?” He laughs. “Was Draco bad in bed?” He taunts. 

I put my hands up and laugh. “Hey, I already answered my truth,” I laugh. 

“Oh, that is brilliant,” Fred laughs hard as I take another shot. 

I turn to Ron. “Ron, truth or dare?” I ask with a smirk. 

“Uh, truth,” he answers. 

I smile and lean forward. “Is it true that you’ve been crushing on Miss. Granger for over a year?” I ask. I know they both like each other and if I’m not getting laid, at least someone should.

“Yes,” Ron answers, looking at Hermione who is bright red with a blush, and puts his arm around her. He then turns to Ginny. “Ginny, truth or dare?” 

“Hit me with a dare,” Ginny says confidently. 

“I dare you to kiss Harry,” he challenges. 

Ginny smiles and turns to Harry. She cups his face and kisses him deeply. We all cheer, clap, and laugh as Harry turns bright red when Ginny pulls back. He smiles and pulls Ginny into his lap as she looks over at George. “Truth or dare, Georgie?” 

“Truth,” he answers with a smirk. 

Ginny smiles deviously at me before looking at George again. “Is it true that you and Fred are still pining after y/n?” Now, it’s my turn to blush. 

George’s eyes land on mine as he looks down at my lips and back up at my eyes again. “Yup, since fourth year.” My eyes widen as I look over at Fred to confirm. They’ve liked me ever since then? 

Fred nods and leans in close, our noses almost touching. “Don’t look so surprised, little one.” 

George tips my head back to his and looks into my eyes. “Y/n, darling, truth or dare?” He asks smoothly. 

“Um, d-” the house phone ringing cuts me off before I can finish my answer, and I stand up to answer it. “One sec,” I wink at George before picking up the phone and placing it to my ear. “Weasley residence, y/n speaking.”

“Y/n?! Are you there?!” Molly asks in a loud panic. 

“Yes, Molly, it’s me, what’s wrong?” I ask, giving everyone behind me a weird look. Fred and George stand up and walk over to me, trying to listen in. 

“Y/n, you need to come to King Henry’s Hospital in London now,” she says in a hurry. 

“What? Why? What happened?” I ask, worrying something happened to Arthur. Then it hit me: she didn’t ask for her kids. She asked for me. “Molly?” I ask quietly as I look at Fred and George. “Are my parents okay?” I ask nervously. 

I hear Molly sniffle on the other line. “We’ll talk when you get here. Do you know how to disapperate? If not, have Fred or George bring you. But get here quickly; everyone else can stay behind if they wish,” she answers. 

“I’m on my way,” I hang up without saying goodbye and look around for my shoes in a panic. 

“Y/n? What’s wrong?” Fred asks me. 

“My shoes, I can’t find my shoes!” I start to panic as my mind swirls. 

Fred stops me and holds me in place with hands on my arms, leaning down to my height as I breathe heavily. “Darling, stop for a minute. Take a breath,” I do my best to take a deep breath before Fred continues. “Good. Now, tell me what’s wrong.” 

Tears threaten to spill from my eyes as I begin to shake. “My parents are in the hospital, and Molly said I need to come right away. I can’t find my shoes,” I sniffle. 

“I got your shoes,” George says, kneeling in front of me and sliding my slip-on Vans on my feet before standing up. George cups my face and looks into my eyes, brushing away my tears. “We’re coming with you.” 

“We’re coming too,” Harry says behind them, standing with Ginny, Ron, and Hermione. I nod as we all slip on coats and shoes. 

“It’s King Henry’s Hospital in London,” I tell them as we step outside and start to disapperate. Harry with Ginny, Ron with Hermione, and Fred and George with me. 

The hospital lights shine bright in the night as we land across the street. I let out a shuddering breath and Fred and George take my hands in theirs. “It’ll be alright, little one,” he promises softly.

“Don’t think the worst until we know what’s happening,” George reminds me as we cross the street. I nod as we walk into the emergency room. 

We all run over to Molly, my hands slipping from theirs as we reach her and I hug her tightly as Arthur pulls everyone else away. I don’t see any blood, so that’s a good sign. Right? “What happened?” I ask Molly frantically as I pull back, and she leads me over to the seating area. 

“There was an accident,” Molly says softly. “Your parents were in the car in front of us, and a big truck came out of nowhere and crashed into the side of their car. The paramedics got there as quick as they could, and they were taken here in an ambulance,” Molly explains. 

“Are, are they alive?” I ask, tears filling my eyes again as my voice shakes. 

Molly strokes my hair and sniffles. “The paramedics got them out, and they were alive. They were rushed here. We got here as quickly as we could, but they had already been taken into surgery,” Molly looks at me as I wipe away my tears. “I’m sure they’ll be alright.” 

I can’t lose them,” my voice cracks as more tears begin to fall.

Molly shushes me and pulls me in for a hug. “Now, now. Let’s not think that way, dearie. They’re doing everything they can,” Molly says, trying to soothe me. 

George

“Dad? What happened?” I ask as he pulls us away from Mum and y/n. I look back and see Mum holding her and y/n crying. 

“Her parents were in a car accident. It was bad,” Dad says softly as the other four gasp behind us. “They’re in surgery now.”

“Are they going to live?” Fred asks quietly. The look on his face tells me he’s just as worried as I am.

Dad sighs. “Honestly, son, I don’t know,” This is bad, so fucking bad. The others go to get coffee and snacks, leaving me and Fred with Dad. 

Dad looks at both of us. “Have you guys been drinking?” he asks seriously. 

There’s no point trying to lie or hide it. “Yes,” I answer truthfully. “But nobody drank that much. We’d only just started when y/n got the call from Mum.”

Dad sighs and shakes his head. “Given the circumstances, I’ll let it slide. And I won’t bring your mother into this,” Dad says to both of us. “But I seriously suggest you all get some coffee in you and sober up. And since when are Harry and Ginny together? And Ron and Hermione?” He asks with a raised eyebrow.

I look over at Fred, who looks back at me before answering. “Well, I guess during a game of truth or dare,” Fred clears his throat. “Everybody kind of told each other how they feel.” 

Dad narrows his eyes and tilts his head as he looks at both of us intently. “Everybody?” 

“Um,” I look over at y/n before looking back at Dad again. “Yeah.”

Dad nods and chuckles once. “Well, I’d say it’s about time,” he says, shaking his head before pointing at us. “But I expect you two to be perfect gentlemen. And don’t go forcing her into something she isn’t ready for,” he says, placing a hand on each of our shoulders. “She’s been through so much in the last two days. And the last thing we need is to lose her because you two couldn’t be patient with her. Do I make myself clear?” 

“We will,” we promise simultaneously.

Dad nods as the others all bring back cups of coffee for everyone. “Good. Now, bring her a coffee and try to keep her calm. Your Mother and and I will go see if there is any update.” 

Y/n

“Here comes everyone else,” Molly says, standing up. “You stay here, and Arthur and I will go see if there is any news,” I nod as she walks away, and Fred and George sit down on either side of me. 

“Here, darling. Drink some coffee, it’ll help,” George says, handing me a cup as he and Fred wrap an arm around me. My boys. 

“It’ll be okay, y/n,” Hermione tells me as she sits down across from me. 

“I hope so,” I sniffle. “I can’t lose my parents.” 

Harry squats down in front of me and takes my hands. “You won’t lose them, y/n,” he says, looking into my eyes. “And if Merlin forbid, fate should step in. I lost mine, too. I know that feels, and I will help you in any way I can. But I truly, truly believe that they will be okay,” Harry reassures me. 

“Thanks, Harry,” I say softly. He nods and moves to sit by Ginny. I let out a sigh and lean against George’s shoulder as he strokes my hair and Fred rubs my back. 

We all sit together, silently praying for good news as Molly and Arthur come back. “There’s no word yet. They’re still in surgery. Which is good news,” Arthur reminds me before turning back to everyone else. “Does anyone want to go home and sleep and come back? I can drive you.”

Everyone shakes their heads, and he and Molly sit down. “You guys can go home and sleep. It might be hours. I won’t be mad,” I tell Fred and George. 

“As long as you’re here, we’re here too, little one,” Fred says, holding one of my hands and intertwining his fingers with mine. 

“Exactly. We’re not going anywhere, darling,” George says softly, kissing the top of my head. I catch Molly looking at us and half-expect her to be upset. But instead, she smiles softly and nods before leaning her head on Arthur’s shoulder. 

Hours pass, and Harry, Ron, Ginny, and Hermione have all fallen asleep sitting up in their chairs. Finally, a doctor comes out. “Hunt family?” He announces to the waiting room. 

“Here!” I stand up quickly and raise my hand. The doctor motions for me to follow, and the twins, Molly and Arthur, follow, too, as I walk up to him. 

“And your name?” The doctor asks. 

“Y/n, Hunt. I’m their daughter,” I answer as he writes something down and looks at the twins and their parents. 

“Mhm. And your guests?” He asks curiously. 

I look at Fred and George. “Um, these are, um. My boyfriends, Fred and George,” I point to Molly and Arthur. “And these are their parents, Molly and Arthur.” 

The doctor looks stunned for a moment before he clears his throat. “Oh, I see. Well, it’s typically hospital policy that-” 

I cut him off in a hurry. “Anything you have to say, they can hear. Now, where are my parents?” I ask in a panic. Fred and George each hold one of my hands, trying to calm me down. 

The doctor sighs and leads us all into a private waiting room. “Please, have a seat.” 

“Oh, God,” I mutter softly as we all sit down around the table in the center of the room. 

The doctor takes a seat across from me and pulls out his chart. “Your parents have both received very serious injuries. Your mother fractured her skull, which resulted in a brain bleed,” I put my hand to my mouth as my legs begin to shake. Fred and George each put a hand on my thighs. “She also got a fractured pelvis and both legs.” 

I sniffle as the doctor describes my father’s injuries next. “Your father took the brunt of the damage. His spinal cord was fractured, and we are unsure if he will walk again. We will have to wait until he wakes up, but we are being optimistic. His scans showed no breaks, although he did fracture his skull as well, but we found no evidence of a bleed. He’ll have a nasty concussion when he wakes up.” 

“So, they’re alive?” I ask quietly. 

The doctor nods. “Yes, Miss. Hunt. They are both alive and out of surgery.” 

“Oh, thank Merlin,” Molly sniffles as she stands behind me and puts an arm on my shoulder. 

“And the driver that hit them? I am prepared to testify if need be,” Arthur says seriously. 

“The driver who caused the accident received no injuries, although he did have a blood alcohol level of 1.9. Over twice the legal limit. He has been released into police custody. As far as I know, he has been arrested for a DUI, reckless driving, and two counts of attempted vehicular manslaughter,” the doctor explains.

“Can I see them?” I ask quietly.

The doctor nods. “If you will all follow me, I will take you to them.”

“Son of a bitch should be in Azkaban if you ask me,” Arthur mutters behind me and the twins. 

“Arthur, not in front of the muggles, and watch your language!” Molly quietly chastises him. 

 We get to my parents’ room, and I gasp softly, seeing them both hooked up to ventilators. “I know it looks scary,” the doctor says, checking their vitals. “But it’s just to help them breathe until they wake up,” he says, walking back to the door. “I’ll leave you guys. Press the call button if you need anything,” he says, closing the door behind him.

I let go of the twins’s hands and make my way to my parents. “Mum? Dad?” I ask quietly. “Please don't leave me,” I plead quietly and sit next to my dad. Nearly three hours pass, and I feel my dad’s fingers twitch in my hand. “Dad?!” I exclaim, and he groans. I look back at Molly, Arthur, and the twins. 

“I’ll go get the doctor!” Molly says as she hurries out of the room.

“Dad, it’s me!” I tell him as his eyes flutter open, and he coughs around the tube in his throat.

“Welcome back, Phil!” the doctor says joyfully as I step back and smile at Fred and George, who beam with a smile. “Give us just one moment, and we’ll get that tube out,” he says. 

The doctor removes the tube from my dad’s throat, and he heaves and coughs. “My,” he coughs. “My wife, Shiela.” 

“Give me just a moment to check you over, Phil. Can you lift your arms for me?” My dad lifts his arms and drops them on the bed. “Great! And Can you wiggle your toes?” The doctor pulls back the blanket, and my dad's toes wiggle. “Excellent! Very excellent!” The doctor turns back to us with a smile. “I’d like to run a few more tests, but he should be just fine.” 

I breathe a huge sigh of relief. My dad coughs again. “What happened? Where’s my wife?” My dad asks. The doctor tells him everything that happened as I hold my dad’s hand. “And the bastard will be charged?” He asks. 

“He already has been, Phil,” Molly answers, walking up to his bed with Arthur and the twins. 

The doctor nods and grabs his chart. “I’ll be back to check on you, Phil. But you’re very lucky. You’re daughter here has two very doting boyfriends. Haven’t left her side this whole time,” he beams as he exits the room. Oh, shit.

My dad looks at me, stunned, blinking a few times. “Um, what did he say?” My dad asks me, and I feel my face heat up. Before I can respond, my dad chuckles and shakes his head, turning to Arthur. “Suppose I owe you two galleons,” he jokes. 

Me and the twins look at each other, confused before I turn back to my dad. “What?”

My dad takes my hand in his and chuckles. “Honeybee, a father knows when his daughter is truly in love,” he says to me with a smile before looking at Fred and George. “And he especially knows when two young lads are both pining for her heart.”

“You’re not mad?” I ask, confused. 

My dad shakes his head. “No, not at all, honeybee,” my dad chuckles. “I mean, did I see you ending up with both of them? No, what father would? But I do know that they both have your best interests at heart. And I also know,” he says, turning to look at Fred and George. “That they know to keep it in their pants,” he says, raising his eyebrows. 

“Oh my Gosh, Dad!” I exclaim, embarrassed. Fred and George chuckle behind me. 

“Absolutely, sir,” They answer in sync. 

“We only have the highest respect for her honor,” Fred says, laying it on thick and making me wish the Earth would open me up and swallow me whole. 

“And we shall guard it with our lives,” George adds on. 

“Mhm. I should certainly hope so,” my dad says in a serious tone that contradicts the smirk on his face. “But I do wonder what happened with that Malfoy boy. Don’t get me wrong, he was odd. And his father is cold enough to make a ghost shiver, but I thought you liked him?” My father asks me. 

“He broke up with me. He’s with someone else now. Apparently, they’ve had feelings for each other for a while. He broke up with me in a letter,” I answer briefly. 

“I’ll kill that boy with my bare hands,” My father says gruffly. 

“We’ll bring the shovels,” Fred says with a smirk. 

“Trust us, we feel the same way. He was too much of a pussy to say it to her face,” George adds. 

“Probably knew we’d kill him then and there,” Fred finishes. 

My dad chuckles and winks. “I knew I liked you boys.” 

“It’s so good to see you awake, Phil,” Arthur says with a smile.

My dad nods and looks over at my mum, who still hasn’t woken up. “Now, only if Sheila would wake.” 

“Well, I do have good news on that front,” Arthur smiles and looks at my dad. “I spoke to the minister of magic, and we are having you and Sheila transferred to St. Mungo’s. It’s a wizarding world hospital. I think you’ll find it a better place to heal. Their ‘medications’ tend to have a faster healing effect than muggle hospitals.” 

“What?” My dad asks, bewildered. “Oh, Arthur. How could I ever thank you?” 

Arthur claps a hand on my dad’s shoulder and smiles. “No need to thank me, Phil. Anything for family,” he smiles. “They’ll transfer you both at eight o’clock. Which is in,” he looks at his watch. “Merlin’s beard! Two hours.” 

My father nods and turns to me. “Go back with them and get some sleep, honeybee. You can come to see us before you leave for Hogwarts. But I don’t want to see you until then,” he holds up a finger when I go to argue. “Until then, I want you to relax, rest, and enjoy the rest of your summer. Your Mum and I will be just fine.” 

“But dad,” I go to argue, and he cuts me off and turns to Fred and George. 

“Keep her away from the hospital, you hear me, boys?” He asks them.

“Yes, sir,” they answer at the same time. 

“Good men,” he says, turning back to me. “I love you, honeybee. Go rest. I’ll see you in a couple of days.”

“I love you too, Dad,” I say, kissing his cheek and turning around to kiss my Mum’s as well. “I love you, Mum.” 

When we get back to the burrow, Molly makes a quick breakfast and sends us to bed. No chores today, given all of last night’s worry. Fred and George sneakily clean up the alcohol without getting caught, and after breakfast, she sends us up to bed. Boys still with boys and girls still with girls ‘as much as she is happy that everyone found their person,’ as she so lovingly and strictly put it. 

Fred and George walk me up to Ginny’s door. “So, ‘boyfriends,’ huh?” George smiles. 

“I’m sorry if that made you guys uncomfortable or weird. I just didn’t know what to say,” I hug myself. “And honestly, I don’t think I could ever choose between you t-”

George cuts me off by cupping my face and pressing his lips to mine, and my heart soars. My hands find his waist and he pulls me closer, deepening the kiss for a moment before he pulls back. Before I can blink, Fred pulls me to his chest and holds the back of my neck as he presses his lips to mine. I melt into his lips just as I did with George as he deepens it and holds me close. 

“You don’t have to choose, little one,” he says softly against my lips as he breaks the kiss. 

“What?” I ask, still reeling from their kisses as Fred pulls back, and they each take my hands. 

“You don’t have to choose,” George repeats Fred’s words, and he runs his free hand through my hair. “We both care deeply about you, and we never want to put you in a position where you need to choose one or the other. As long as you want it, we want it too, darling,” George says, lifting my hand to his lips and softly kissing the back of it. 

“You guys aren’t mad that I want you both?” I ask them. 

“How can we be mad when it’s exactly what we want? Silly girl,” Fred chuckles and bites his lip as their hands move to my waist and pull me to their chests. 

“We wouldn’t want it any other way. As long as it’s what you want,” George says, kissing me softly. 

I break the kiss and look at them both. “There’s nothing I want more.” 

Fred kisses me and bites my lower lip, making me moan softly in his mouth before he pulls back. “Good. Now go get some sleep, little one.” 

“We’ll be here when you wake up,” George promises, coming behind me and brushing my hair off of my neck and kissing it softly, making me hum in pleasure. 

Part Five

[hamiltonells]

max verstappen

your dating max but the only problem is lewis Hamilton is your brother

this is going to be a four part series:)

the next part will be much longer than this one don’t worry:)

WARNINGS: jos versteppen, swearing? smut, the reader being unstable kinda. mentions of depression and a miscarriage, lewis being a protective brother( is that a warning?) max being max, spelling mistakes?

“max for fucks sake it wasn’t just his fault” you throw your hands up the the air for the final time.

“who’s else is to blame y/n?” Jos buts in, pointing his finger in your face “both max and lewis fault you can’t just blame lewis for this” you explained getting up from your seat.

“it’s always lewis fault y/n he hates max” continues, “he don’t hate him jos, why do you always have that idea in your head”you stuck up for your brother.

“your like him y/n scum, just like the rest of the hamilton name” Jos angrily replies.

“Max?” you said your lovers name for reassurance, wiping a tear away as you looked at him. you couldn’t let this get to both of you, you had been through so much together.

“We feel like this was genetic, the baby seems to have not developed normally right from the start so couldn't survive," your doctor explained and you sobbed quietly to yourself as he spoke.

"So you would've known?" max asked hoarsely, his eyes painfully red with big bags beneath them from the lack of sleep he got last night.

"Not necessarily sir, and you shouldn't blame yourselves for this either," the doctor said kindly and you tried your best to give him a thankful smile for trying to make you both feel better.

"We need to blame someone though, surely this can't just happen. It's so late, it's too late for this. She's seventeen weeks, she's seventeen weeks and four days how did this happen?" max begged for answers.

"Max, please," you sobbed and squeezed his hand. "It's no ones fault," you told him through your tears, your voice cracking and a new lot of tears falling.

"Sometimes these things just happen sir, and we are really sorry that it has," the doctor told your husband and he nodded and wiped his eyes.

"Just so unfair."

you shook you head as the memory flashed through you.

“Listen y/n” jos took a step towards you “maybe you should try therapy, max says you have been struggling lately” your head snapped towards him.

“you told him!“ betrayal flooded your eyes “come on y/n/n I had to he’s my dad!” he exclaimed softy “but I couldn’t tell my family!” Your hands went straight to your heart “I couldn’t tell my older brother! my best friend that I was struggling!” You broke down, whimpers following after you.

“I know, I know” he tried to calm you down, “but maybe we could go together? like dad said therapy might help”

"Why is your dad involved?" You shouted and max’s eyes widened. "He was ours, our baby, my baby! I carried him, I gave birth to him! If I don't want to do that again then I won't, just because he wants to be a grandad and get him into f1 and awh lots of little babies for grandad jos to look after!" You mocked and his face fell. "I don't care! He wasn't his baby! And it's my body!” you took a breath, you felt horrible but you couldn’t help yourself.

"I know it hurts Y/N!" Max yelled after you, "but you don't get to be such a bitch! He’s just trying to help!" he shook his head, as jos scoffed “she’s an hamilton what do you expect son? except your not even a real Hamilton” anger rises though you body

“don’t you fucking dare bring MY family into this and don’t you dare bring my last name into it” you looked dead into his eyes “I want MY baby boy back!” You looked across at max and saw more sadnesses just flash across his face

You sat down staring at the door, breathing heavily as you choked on your sobs “I’m sorry! max I’m sorry” you hiccuped.

"I uhm- maybe we- I, maybe I should get therapy?" You suggested and max watched you emotionlessly. "O-or I thought that maybe we should talk first. Openly about everything that's happened over the past month or so."

“sure We can do that," he replied after being silent for a while. "When?"

"O-oh I- when do you want to?" You asked and you could tell that max was getting annoyed by your stuttering. "I'm sorry”

Max shook his head and looked out the window before telling you, "tomorrow," before leaving the room with jos.

you sobbing echoes through the room before pulling yourself up and grab your phone that’s in the edge of the sofa “lew? lewis?” You Wimper as you scroll for his contact.

lewis was your brother and best friend in one, he became very protective when you was little because you was adopted, it don’t bother neither of you in his eyes your still his little sister.

“ello sunny” lewis voice enters through your ears “lew?” Your sniffling is all that lewis can focus on.

“What’s the matter? what’s wrong?is everything okay?” even his worried voice calms you down, “need you to pick me up lew then I’ll explain” you get up and unlock the door for lewis.

“okay okay I’ll be 10 mins maximum” he tells you, you could hear him rushing around the room.

You laid beside max and took a deep breath in which made him chuckle and look to you.

"It wasn't that rough," he chuckled and you scoffed.

"Four times, Max ! Four!" You exclaimed which made him laugh and pull you closer to his side.

"You we're begging me Y/N, I don't see why you're complaining," he replied and you rolled your eyes. "Did exactly as you asked, did I not?"

"You did," you sighed and let your eyes fall shut.

"And have you done what I asked?"

"Which was?" You asked and looked up at him.

"Reconsider your contraception," he said softly. "Completely up to you what you do, can stay on it for as long as you like but we did talk about starting our family soon," he explained and you nodded.

"I agree with you max, just going to finish this months worth of pills and then I'll be off them," you told him and he grinned down at you excitedly.

"So in a month you could potentially be pregnant?" He said and you nodded.

"I could, but, don't get your hopes up, yeah? This could take time. Need to be patient," you told him and he nodded.

"The longer it takes the longer I get to fuck you," he chuckled and you rolled your eyes and slapped his arm playfully before getting up to use to loo. "I love you!" He called after you.

"I love you most," you sang over your shoulder before you disappeared behind a door.

“he said what?!” lewis voice boomed through your shared flat with max, “and max says nothing to defend you?” his voice gets deeper.

“it’s okay lew, let’s drop it now. he’s meeting me tomorrow” you half smile as he steps over to give you a cuddle.

“why didn’t you tell me y/n/n, we’re your family as-well you know” he tugs you tightly against his chest.

“I don’t know, me and max discussed as keeping it to ourselves but he clearly didn’t” you shrug. “let’s run you a warm bath yeah, wanna come home for tonight” he kissed your head as you nodded.he always called his house home to you because that’s exactly what it felt like.

The next morning you were sat at the table with a cup of tea in your hands and another opposite you. You stared at the door, waiting for your husband to come downstairs and join you

"So," he began and cleared his throat. "What did you want to talk about?"

"Uhm, I'm sorry," you told him and he nodded.

"For?"

"Loosing our baby," you told him and tears filled your eyes and max sighed and looked away.

"You're not, that wasn't your fault," he said and looked at you directly. "You're sorry for who you've become after."

"I-I-"

"You feel bad because you had him inside of you and were protecting him from the world but it's not your fault, the doctor told you it wasn't your fault. I know you're hurt, I'm hurt too. I'm fucking devastated but I'm here for you, why aren't you here for me? Why are you rejecting my every touch? Why are you pushing me further and further away every night?”

“Why have you become so intolerant to everyone who wants to help you, people who have your best intentions at heart? My dad wanted to help you and you were horrible, why?" max ranted in frustration and your lip quivered as you listened to what he had to say and guilt came over you as he revealed how much he had been dealing with alone.

"I'm sorry, i-it's just every time you touch me, every time you hug me you shouldn't be so close. There s-should be a bump. You touch my stomach a-and it's not right max! He should be there and he's not and I feel so fucking guilty! I don't deserve anyone helping me," you sobbed. "And all this pressure to have another baby! Christ! I've just had to give birth to my dead child can't a woman have some time to not be traumatised by that?"

“I'm sorry."

You looked to see him sat forward, his fists together and resting his chin on them as he thought about what you said. Grief was all over his face and it was the first time you realised how big the bags under his eyes were and the growing stubble that he hadn't bothered to shave away. You sniffled and took a shaky breath, your fingers fiddling with the hem of your oversized jumper as you both sat in silence.

"I should've looked after you too," you said softly. "You lost a child too, just been so caught up in how much I hate myself right now to even think."

"I- yeah I know. It's alright, I understand but we both lost a baby that day," he said honestly and you nodded. "We don't need to have another baby straight away either. No one would ever ask that of you, I just want to know that one day we will have children."

"We will," you said hesitantly. "I'm just scared a-and I don't want to just replace him."

"Can I hug you?" He asked and you nodded slowly and stood up as max did. "Come here love," he said and carefully wrapped his arms around you. "I still love you, if anything I love you more because of how strong you are."

"But I'm not," you sobbed into his chest and max kissed the top of your head.

"It's okay that you've felt this way, you've been through a lot and it's okay to be upset, it's more than okay. But I need you to accept my help," he told you and you nodded as you shook in his arms. "I'm your husband, I want to look after you and help you, let me help you.”

[iron-strangers]

tell us moooore about the mudhorn babies!!!

Yes! Yesyesyesyes, ask me more about the babies!💞

The babies are a part of my Dad!Mand'alor!Din x Jedi!Reader series called Expanding Clan Mudhorn

Grogu no longer hangs in Din's bag/carrier, he's now riding with Mirshka in her little backpack.

Grogu is now enrolled in a space kindergarten and the fridge is full of the drawings he brings home from school.

He's also been terrorizing the frog population in the pond behind their home.

Grogu's first word is buir and Din isn't shy to admit that he BAWLED.

The kids can see the old Mand’alor's force ghosts. Aranar is Jaster Mereel's favorite, Mirshka is Tarre Vizsla's.

Aranar once stole the darksaber and he messed up the ignition, cutting half of his hair. He wears helmets everywhere for two weeks.

Just like Din, Aranar is not painting his armor.

Mirshka wants a vod'ika for her life day present (Din is encouraging her).

She wants her vod'ika to be called tra'cyuur.

"No, Din, I don't care if she sulks, we're not naming our baby 'blaster'."

You and Din finally settled on Kote, and Kote is perfect. Kote is a sweet baby who can never do wrong.

Aranar is three years older than Mirshka. Mirshka is two years older than Kote.

The Djarin genes are way too strong and the babies looks exactly like their buir.

Aranar always wins the sword-fight sparring sessions.

Mirshka is very strong in the living force, she even befriended the Mythosaur under the Living Waters of Mandalore.

Kote is the best shooter out of the four kids. Aranar has known no peace since his brother started shooting nerf-gun around the house.

Boba teaches Aranar to swear. Aranar then teaches Mirshka. Rid'ika threatens everyone that she will go dark if Kote started to swear too.

Din is Mirshka's favorite person in the whole galaxy.

Rid'ika is Aranar's.

Kote and Grogu baby talks to each other. No one knows what they're talking about, yet the two babies are giggling like a couple of maniacs.

Fenn'buir would steal the kids away and return them all muddy and smelly, much to your chagrin. At least they always sleep soundly after roughhousing with their ba'buir (grandfather).

One time, Din finally said "fuck this" and gave the darksaber to an eight years old Aranar. The boy led the court for one day (with your guidance, of course) while Din played hooky and took the rest of the kids flying all over Mandalore.

Aranar gave the council a fourty five minutes nap break. With just one day of ruling, Aranar is now known as Mand’alor the Kriffing Best.

Din was then banished to the couch for two days.

Thank you for this anon, this is the most fun I've had since writing this series. I hope you love the kids! 💞

Questions and requests are always open!

[knowledgeabletrash]

I have so many feelings about the first Hunt and it’s aftermath from 2x08 & 09! Apologies for the word-vomit below this.

I never thought it would happen, but dare I say, Travis has become one of my favorite characters this season.

As an older sibling, I was right there with Travis these last two episodes. His guilt and grief in Storyteller hit very close to home for me and I just.

Right after the crash, everyone looked to Travis to take care of Javi, even when he was still trying to process the fact that he had just watched his father fall out of a fucking plane. He dug up his father’s rotting corpse in order to get a ring to help Javi grieve and remember their dad. He spent months walking 7 miles in every direction every day looking for Javi. And after all that, Javi still died. Not only did Travis lose his father, but now he’s lost his brother for the SECOND TIME. To make it worse, Javi was safe, he wasn’t picked! But then Travis decided to protect Natalie, and from the looks of it, he was ready to take her place; he threw himself in front of the door behind her and stood with a knife at his throat (for the second time oh my god these girls). I missed it before, but Travis looked to Javi and whispered his name after the Hunt went after Nat, he asked Javi to protect Natalie when he couldn’t. And doesn’t that make it so much worse? Up until then, Javi had been running away from the violence. Travis asked him to step up and take care of Natalie, someone they both grew to love. Javi became just like his big brother, and he died for it.

Side note: Travis is a better man than me because if that was my sister trust and believe I’d have done more than send them on a guilt trip, even if I was starving!! Not to soft quote Queen Ramonda here but HAS HE NOT GIVEN EVERYTHING?! His dad died while helping the girls put on their oxygen masks during the crash, Javi died so that the rest of them wouldn’t starve. His whole family died saving the Yellowjackets! Ben didn’t eat Jackie OR Javi and he’s still alive and kicking and burning down cabins, our girls SICK AND TWISTED (said with love). Even in the Donner Party, they made sure they ate in separate groups so that families would not have to eat each other or watch as their loved ones were eaten.

Anyway, I’ve seen a lot of people harping on Travis for telling Van that they should all be ashamed of what they did, and god it makes me so upset. Y’all can excuse hunting your friends and cannibalism but not a grieving teenage boy lashing out after the murder of his little brother??!! Like, the first thing Travis did when he saw his brother’s body was try to untie his hands because he’s not an animal he’s just a kid, and then cradled him like a baby, only to have his body taken from him moments later to be dismembered and butchered.

As the youngest of the survivors, Javi was someone who, by normal conventions, should have been protected by the rest of the group. Of course Travis needs them to be ashamed of what they did, he blames himself for Javi’s death just as much as he does then, if not more!! Travis was supposed to protect him and he failed him!!

I understand that Travis is not a fan favorite by a long shot and Van is one of the most popular characters in the show, which might be skewing the perception of this scene a bit, but I think the people who are dunking on Travis here are missing the point a little? Yes, Van gave him some brutal honesty and was well within her rights to do so. However!! Travis also gets to be pissed at the Yellowjackets. The fact is: they absolutely SHOULD be ashamed, but they’re not. They fully COULD HAVE saved Javi, but they didn’t. Javi was not the one who drew the card, but he died anyway. Why was Javi’s life worth less than Lottie’s, who might have died on her own? Because they liked her more? Because he was more expendable? No matter how much you justify it, Javi did not NEED to die. None of it was fair. That’s the point, that’s the tragedy of it all!

Lottie Matthews really dropped the thesis of the show: “Is there a difference?”

It doesn’t matter if there was some supernatural entity out there who “chose” Javi to die, it would have happened anyway. It’s much easier to stand by and watch a boy drown than to do the killing yourself. They were starving, he was there. Even if the Wilderness chose, the Yellowjackets chose, too.

Circling back a bit, I also want to talk about the difference between the two instances of cannibalism on this show: how they’re similar and different.

When Shauna and Travis discover their loved ones bodies (both frozen might I add), they assume very similar positions, kneeling by their heads and touching their faces. Both of their death’s were caused by the collective inaction of the rest of the group. The person who takes the first bite was the person who loved them most, thus giving permission to the others to eat and spurring on the feeding frenzy.

Jackie was an accident, Javi was on purpose. When Shauna found Jackie, she screamed and was in denial, trying to shake her awake. Travis was almost completely silent, only whispering “I’m sorry” and cradling Javi’s head in his lap. They held onto Jackie’s frozen corpse for months so Shauna could grieve her, but they took Javi away from Travis after what couldn’t have been more than a few minutes. They ate Jackie whole like vultures, but they butchered Javi like an animal. The process of eating Jackie took a long time, almost three months from her death to consumption. Hell, she was slow roasted. With Javi though, “it all happened so fast” he was dead, cleaned, and eaten all within a few hours.

Shauna ate Jackie’s ear first. Jackie was driven into the cold by Shauna’s words. Travis ate Javi’s heart first. Javi went after Natalie because Travis loved her and because he loved Travis.

I’ve seen people say that the progression to the Hunt was too sudden and a result of bad writing but I’m going to have to disagree! Just from the parallels between Jackie and Javi’s deaths alone you can tell these writers know their shit. The Hunt has been teased since Doomcoming back in S1, the bloodthirsty side to the Yellowjackets has long been set up (Not!Tai eating Jackie’s face, Misty pushing Crystal, Shauna beating up Lottie). All season, we have seen various characters talking about eating another person multiple times (Misty and Crystal with the bone broth, Gen and Melissa about Crystal’s body, Mari and Misty both threatening Coach Ben), so they’ve had cannibalism on the brain for a while before they decided to Hunt. I’d go so far as to say the first signs of the Hunt were back in 1x01 with the girls icing out Allie for the greater good so they could win nationals. Them shunning Jackie solidified that the Yellowjackets were more than comfortable singling out and dehumanising one of their own, so long as the rest of the group deemed it necessary.

Cannibalism also is probably one of those things that gets easier the more you do it? Like they definitely would have Hunted and eaten Travis during Doomcoming if they had already taken the first step into cannibalism before then. Once they ate Jackie, all bets were off. The Wilderness “refusing” to let Lottie die was just a convenient excuse, they were hurdling headfirst into hunting their friends for sport looooong before then.

All this to say the Season 2 finale destroyed me and these are only Some of my thoughts about it. I’m not even TOUCHING the Natalie stuff yet.

[whoisneo404]

hi could you do something similar to proud of you but it’s the reader realising that their trans (ftm) if not that’s totally ok!!

Brother.

Summary: your brothers come back to Boston to spend a week with the family, you decide it’s time to tell them who you are.

Tw: anxiety, cursing.

‘’How are you feeling, baby?’’ Mom is sitting besides me on the couch, I take a deep breath but I can’t get myself to speak. ‘’They love you; you know that. It will be fine.’’ I snuggle against her arms and she rubs my back, I know it will be fine, I just over think it.

It’s been a few weeks since I told mom and dad, it wasn’t easy for me, but they made it easy. After all they are great parents, dad asked me if I have told my brothers and I said I wanted to tell them in person. But now, that my dad is driving them from the airport I don’t know if that was the best idea. I made breathing exercises with mom, she even made me tea, but I can’t shake out this feeling of what they might say or think of me.

I hear the car outside and I quickly run to the kitchen, my mouth is dry and my heart beats faster, they’ll know, I look a lot different since they last saw me. I take a deep breath, I hear the door opening, mom greeting them. And then I hear it, Chris calling ‘me’, that’s not my name, but he doesn’t know it. Mom says something to him and I see them approaching the kitchen, slowly, their bags on the kitchen, worried whispers shared between them.

‘’Hey, are you okay?’’ Matt speaks softly and I shake my head.

‘’Wanna hug?’’ Chris asks and I nod, running into his arms. Then I feel how Nick and Matt also hug me. I don’t want to cry, but I can’t help do it a bit.

‘’It’s okay, we are here.’’ Nick whispers.

After a while I stop crying and clean my face with my hands. I step back a bit and look at them with a weak smile on my face, I let out a sigh.

‘’So… I am a boy. Like, I’m trans, I am a boy…’’ I look at them and they let out a relieved sigh.

‘’God, you scared us.’’ Matt says hugging me again. ‘’Thanks for telling us.’’

‘’Shit, sorry for earlier…’’ Chris mutters. I shake my head and pull him into the hug too. Nick joins by himself.

‘’So, what pronouns do you use? Just to be sure.’’ Nick says.

‘’He/him are fine. I’m still figuring out a name that suits me. Mom and dad call me buddy, like you guys used to when we were little.’’

‘’All right buddy.’’ Chris smiled, pulling out of the hug. ‘’Time to teach you man stuff.’’ He says while flexing his ‘muscles’.

‘’What the fuck do you know about being a man?’’ said Nick punching him on the arm ‘’I won’t let you teach our brother how to de disgusting.’’

‘’Offensive, I am a gentleman.’’ Matt rolled his eyes and hugged me one last time.

‘’Let’s go to the living room. Mom and dad are waiting.’’ Matt said and walked outside the kitchen.

[reallyromealone]

Brome I now have one ask for a part 2 of the alpha steve x pregnant omega. Where he goes into labor and everyone freaks lol

Yesyesyesy

🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑🌒🌓🌔🌕🌖🌗🌘🌑

Steve shift ended a few hours before dnd, (name) having already eaten his snack from Eddie and snuggled on the couch as Steve got stuff prepared.

Steves parents left the house fully paid for them, Steve's dads work moving him to Chicago but it was fine, Steve's parents leaving him a trust fund that would cover any bills for both their lifetimes "we should get (gross topping) on the pizza..." (Name) spoke up and Steve looked slightly disgusted "we can get you a pie baby, them you don't gotta share" (name) seemed pleased with the compromise and rubbed his belly "hear that? Were getting our own pizza!" Steve found how he spoke to their pup precious as he finished up "so you gonna stay here or in our room?" Steve asked and (name) hummed "probably our room or the den... The couch is comfy" (name) seemed indecisive and Steve gently kissed him, unable to resist the other.

Steve ordered the pizza just before the party showed, table set up and pop and a few snacks set up (Steve was ready to let them starve but (name) didn't want the pups to go hungry).

(Name) was dozing on the couch when the doorbell spammed, startling the Omega as Steve stomped to answer the door "oi! Cut that shit out, when the pups born you better not do that shit" Steve was already such a dad (name) noted to himself as his brother came to see him and gave some candy, watching his brother excitedly eat some "chips!" Dustin said excitedly "thank (name), I was willing to let you all starve" let's be real he wouldn't but dad Steve was fun to see.

They got into their game in the dining room as (name) moved to the den (with assistance from Steve, (name) drooling a bit at his arms) and snuggled into a throw blanket as Steve watched a show on the small tv, letting (name)s head.

"Oi! Let the pregnant one get food first" Eddie and Steve barked and the teens parted as Steve prepared a plate for (name), the others looking horrified as he took a bite only to halt "I need to get to a hospital" (name) said seriously and everyone froze before panicking "HENDERSON, GRAB THE GO BAG" as everyone scrambled, (name) grabbing more pizza before he was grabbed by Eddie to the car "you grabbed more pizza??" Mike asked shocked and annoyed at this and (name) sighed "I'm not eating that shitty hospital food"

Dustin, Lucas and Steve came with the go bag and anything they would need "honestly it's not so baaAAD" (Name) hunched in his seat as he crushed a slice of pizza much to the teens horror and Eddie and Steve were just monitoring the distance of the contractions.

(Name) was walking in the medical room as Steve held his arm, Eddie taking the kids to their respective houses with the promise to collect the pups when (name) had the baby.

"Fuck! Steve your fucking cock is never going near me again!" (Name) screeched out as he pushed, practically sucking the life out of Steve's hand but the alpha wouldn't dare say anything to his Omega who was currently pushing a baby out of him.

"Fair enough!" Steve said trying to console his mate.

(Name) was still in slight shock after having the pup, holding their newborn daughter close as Eddie peaked his head in with (fast-food) in hand "Eds, come meet your neice!" (Name) said in a hushed voice and the metalhead quickly set the food down and washed his hands before coming to see his siblings and neice who was absolutely precious, a perfect combination of (name) and Steve "here" (name) said gently handing the baby to Eddie, Steve and (name) watching lovingly as he looked at the babe with so much love and care, the metalhead not caring that Steve snapped a photo on the polaroid of the moment.

"I'm gonna teach you how to play guitar and good music..." Eddie said lovingly as the babe grabbed his nose, Steve capturing another photo "she's never going to not know love"

"Is that my grandkid?" Wayne asked poking his head in, he had already taken the mantle of granddad for the tiny pup and the two new parents smiled as the older man washed his hands "well aren't you the prettiest thing I ever seen" he said to the babe "you did good kid" Wayne said to his nephew who smiled "thanks uncle Wayne" (name) said as he began eating his food, offering Steve fries and his drink.

Eventually everyone got to meet little (baby) Harrington, Robin and Nancy bringing a little going home outfit for the new arrival and everyone getting a picture with her, all to be added to the baby album.

"I'm serious though, your dicks not going near me"

"Fair enough"