#me: mom what was it like when it was airing? like. were you like me and you got obsessed about it bc i can't imagine you doing that.

[woozivrsefactry]

★ . ꜝꜞ ⛸️ weird things the seventeen members WILL do in bed.

Seungcheol : babies up the second sex is done. Strong macho boyfriend GONEEEE he just a baby who needs cuddles for being so good.

Jeonghan : will say the most unhinged things midsex like he'd be balls deep in you and then he's wondering out loud "how do blind people know when to stop wiping?"

Joshua : polite in bed for no reason. Said excuse me while opening your legs once. Sir disrespect. Please.

Junhui : brother does not know how to dirty talk for the love of god 😭 he'd try but the next moment it feels like he's narrating some national geography episode "and there we see the needy woman gasping for air on my cock."

Hoshi : bit you once. Not sexily. A whole fucking chomp on your shoulder. Told you his tiger instincts make him go wild sometimes. Neither the shape of his teeth from your shoulder nor the second hand embarassment of what he said next hfs left you yet.

Wonwoo : you called him daddy once. Lectures a whole damn ted talk about Freud while you were getting thru the post-orgasmic bliss.

Jihoon : he's so good at sex you wonder how many bitches he'd been fucking before you. Turns out he copies his moves from hentai. HENTAI. That cock-attack just now? It was inspired from a tentacles film he saw but alas he ain't got no tentacles.

Dokyeom : giggles while fucking you. Not moaning. Just happy ass giggles. Like this is a silly picnic date and not him wrecking you away on his cock.

Mingyu : seriously has no idea of his own strength. Like seriously. Once he threw you on bed thinking its like so hot and you ended up bouncing twice and falling off the otherside.

Minghao : mf judges your pose postures. Not corrects. Judges. "Tch, you're gonna arch your back like that?" Like sir can I have my sexy moment 😭

Seungkwan : will go nights fucking you with his mouth shut zero moans zero talking just fucking you your moans awkwardly the only sound in the room all because he's on vocal rest and that ain't stopping him from fucking you.

Vernon : deadass calls his cock lil' vernon. Like a serious nickname. genuinely tries to get you pussy have a nickname so he can say "lil vernie and lil (yn) are gonna have playdate tonight" because plain old "let's fuck" is for amateurs.

Chan : he tried calling you mommy in bed once. In a sexy way. What he said out loud was "eomma" like actually mom. Not cool chan.

[caitified]

omg errand run with Cait ND bella would be sooo cute like bringing bella to the store w yall, moms are just kinda bein' goofy and planning out dinners, and when u skim past the toy aisle on the way to batteries or something IDK lol! bella sees a toy she wants and like screeches so loud u n Cait get worried only to learn she just sighted a toy..

trying to be the reasonable mom who teaches bella about the value of prices + how demand doesn't equal receive is counteracted by cait, who tries to support you at first

but bella's all like 'mommy I want i want' pointing to the toy with her puppy eyes. she even grabs it from the cart and clutches it to her adorably while staring at cait (who c'mon, we all know is the princess reinforcer) and when u tell her no, Cait's eyes go from supporting u to lookin' at u like c'mon babe this is our baby

and you're all 'stop Cait, blah blah,' and she's like 'yeah yell at me, let's just get it for her.'

and u and Cait cutely bicker until she just throws her hands up in the air and like seizes bella from the cart to hold her and bounce her around while cradling her head as a way to stop the impending meltdown and sobbing that comes anyway as bella watches u place the toy back

and she's like gently whining in Cait's ear and making her feel even worse, and she's all "please mommy tell her please for me" and u look at them BOTH and they're both sad -- CAIT IS LITERALLY SAD because ur not appeasing yalls' daughter and she has to listen to her beg while telling her 'i know i'm sorry baby next time' while bella just whines and huffs into her shoulder, little hands clutching at her mom for DEAR LIFE like she's experiencing the most heartbreaking thing ever and Cait is acting like she just watched bella get smacked in the face by u because she's so cute and loves her daughter and again the number 1 princess reinforcer

perphaps ends with y'all at checkout with them having survived and calmed down (#divas) finally, and right after the cashier finishes scanning the small stuff u bought to finish checking out quicker, Cait, who's at self checkout, returns to you quickly with the cart, bella in her seat holding her toy.

ALSO I love u so much lmao ur authors note on the last post made me CRY keep being u and doing the best gio <3

-😼

TOY

CAITLIN CLARK X READER

warnings:none

notes: as always i love this i love the detail and please keep requesting 😼

errands with caitlin and bella were always an experience.

it was supposed to be a quick grocery run—just a few things to stock up for the week. but you should’ve known better. between your two-year-old daughter and your overgrown child of a wife, nothing was ever just quick and easy.

you were scanning the shelves, comparing prices on different brands of cereal, when it happened.

the screech.

not just any screech—a full-blown, eardrum-shattering shriek that made you and caitlin both whip your heads around so fast you probably strained something.

“MOMMY, LOOK!”

bella was in the cart, little hands gripping the handle, eyes as wide as saucers as she pointed at the shelf across the aisle.

you followed her gaze and—oh.

a stuffed animal. a big, fluffy golden retriever plushie with floppy ears and big brown eyes. the kind of thing that bella definitely did not need more of.

“i want it,” she declared, already reaching. “i need it.”

you sighed. here we go. “bella, baby, we have so many stuffed animals at home.”

bella’s head snapped toward you, betrayal written all over her little face. “but not this one.”

caitlin, standing beside the cart, let out a quiet snort, but at least she tried to keep a straight face. “she’s right, b,” she said, attempting to back you up. “you have, like, a million of these.”

bella huffed. “but this one’s special.”

and before you could even respond, she grabbed the toy from the shelf, clutched it to her chest like it was her firstborn child, and looked directly at caitlin.

the puppy eyes.

you froze.

caitlin wavered.

bella knew exactly what she was doing.

“mommy, please,” she pleaded, her little voice soft and sweet, her grip tightening around the plushie.

you knew where this was going. caitlin, despite her best efforts, was the ultimate pushover when it came to bella.

“stop it, cait,” you warned. “do not cave.”

caitlin held up her hands in surrender. “i’m not caving!”

bella pressed her cheek against the plushie. “he’s lonely,” she whispered dramatically. “he needs me.”

caitlin’s eyes softened. “oh my god.”

“caitlin.”

“babe.”

“she has enough toys.”

caitlin sighed, running a hand through her hair. “yeah, but—”

“no ‘buts.’”

bella, sensing the impending loss, pulled out her final weapon. she gasped like she had just been mortally wounded, threw herself forward into caitlin’s arms, and started full-on whimpering.

you pinched the bridge of your nose.

“baby,” caitlin cooed, bouncing her gently, one hand cradling the back of her head. “i know, i know. next time, okay?”

“please mommy, tell her please for me,” bella whined, nuzzling into caitlin’s neck, her tiny hands gripping her hoodie like her life depended on it.

and the worst part?

caitlin was actually sad.

like you had just denied her a toy.

she was rubbing soothing circles into bella’s back, pressing little kisses to her temple, looking at you like you had just committed a crime against your own family.

“c’mon, babe,” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “look at her.”

“*i am looking at her, cait. and she’s acting like we’re taking away her *oxygen.**”

“because you kinda are.”

“oh my god.”

—

bella did not get the toy.

at least, not at first.

she whined and huffed into caitlin’s shoulder all the way through checkout, but she eventually settled, pacified with kisses and whispered promises of ice cream at home.

you thought you had won.

until—

“caitlin.”

you were at self-checkout, scanning the last few things, when your wife suddenly disappeared.

and then, right as you finished paying, she reappeared—pushing the cart toward you with bella in her seat, holding the toy.

caitlin grinned sheepishly. “look who found her way back to us.”

bella beamed. “mommy got him for me!”

you turned slowly to caitlin. “are you serious?”

caitlin shrugged, slipping an arm around your waist. “listen, babe, we fought the good fight. but some battles aren’t meant to be won.”

you glared at her. “this is why she’s spoiled.”

“yeah, well, if we’re gonna be real, that’s kinda on both of us.”

you sighed, leaning into her. “i hate you.”

she kissed your temple. “love you too, babe.”

bella, completely oblivious, clutched her new plushie and giggled. “he wasn’t lonely anymore.”

and, really—how could you argue with that?

[stylestarkey]

the debutante’s dilemma (03)

pairing   rafe cameron X carrera!reader

summary   spending every summer in the outer banks with your cousin kiara carrera were always a given—a break from the chaos of new york city. but this year is different. your mom, now an organiser for the annual debutante ball, is determined to introduce you to society. and you have a dilemma: finding the perfect escort.

warnings   swearing.

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you didn’t understand why kie got so weird every time you mentioned the camerons. it wasn’t just irritation—it was something deeper, something she refused to say out loud. it was like she wanted to protect you from them but wouldn’t explain why.

but when sarah texted you to confirm your plans for tuesday, you said yes without hesitation. if kie wasn’t going to tell you what her deal was, you’d find out for yourself. besides, sarah had been nothing but kind to you—warm, funny, easy to talk to.

and then there was rafe.

when your mom told you he’d be your escort, you weren’t sure how to feel. your first impression of him at the golf course had been… interesting. he was arrogant, sure, but he wasn’t completely unbearable. and when you found out he and sarah were siblings, you figured, why not?

every summer in the outer banks had always been just you and kie. would it really hurt to make some new friends?

sarah steps down from the fitting platform, running her fingers through her hair as the tailor finishes pinning the last few adjustments. “your turn,” she says, plopping into a nearby chair.

you step up hesitantly, standing still as the woman wraps a measuring tape around your arms. sarah hums, flipping through a rack of dresses, eyes scanning the fabrics.

“so, hold on—topper is your boyfriend?” you ask, raising a brow.

“mm-hmm,” she hums, distracted. then she glances at you with a sly grin. 

“he told me you rejected rafe at the golf course. i died laughing.”

you scoff. “i didn’t reject him. i just… didn’t care about who he was.”

sarah smirks, shaking her head. “wait—don’t tell me. did he introduce himself like, hey, i’m rafe cameron. you should know who i am?”

your jaw drops. “that is exactly what he said!”

sarah throws her head back, laughing. “god, he’s such an idiot.” she leans against the wall, arms crossed, still grinning. “honestly, i have no idea how rose convinced him to do this. i mean, it’s rafe.” kie had said the same thing, like the thought of rafe agreeing was ridiculous. she shakes her head. “but then rose showed him a picture of you, and suddenly he was interested. said he already met you.”

you roll your eyes. “great. let’s just hope he can dance.”

after the fitting, the two of you step out into the humid morning air, walking toward a nearby brunch spot. the sun beats down, and the ocean breeze barely cuts through the heat. sarah walks beside you, her sunglasses perched on her head, twirling her phone between her fingers.

“so, you’re related to kie, right?” she asks casually. “judging by your last name.”

“yeah,” you nod. “our moms are sisters.”

“that’s cool. how is she?”

you hesitate for a second too long. “she’s… good. how do you know her?”

sarah hums, her fingers brushing through her hair. “we were best friends in middle school,” she says, her voice light, but there’s an edge to it. “then she moved to public.”

you don’t ask for more details.

but it doesn’t sit right with you—how weird kie got at the mention of sarah, and how normal sarah seemed about it.

one of them wasn’t telling the whole story.

your mom insisted on driving you to the country club, even though you told her you could take the bus. she was way too excited about this whole debutante thing, and honestly, you didn’t mind. it was nice seeing her like that.

the performing arts room was in a separate building connected to the main country club. as you stepped inside, the scent of polished wood and faint perfume filled the air. chandeliers hung from the ceiling, casting a warm glow, while a mirrored wall reflected the room’s high ceilings and wooden floors. a grand piano sat untouched in the corner, and a stage stretched along one side of the room. girls stood in groups, chatting with their partners, laughter filling the space.

you scanned the room, expecting to spot sarah, but instead, you caught sight of rafe. arms crossed, expression unreadable, walking straight toward you. he didn’t look particularly amused.

“pissed i beat you in mini golf?” you teased, tilting your head. a smirk tugged at the corner of your lips as you shifted your weight onto one foot, watching his reaction.

he scoffed, shaking his head. “oh please, you really want to play one-on-one right now? that was an imessage game, and you’re late.”

your eyes flicked to the clock on the wall. “it’s 3:05.”

“rose said rehearsals start at 3,” he shot back, his tone flat, like he’d been waiting to call you out on it.

you rolled your eyes. “whatever, rafe. your sister isn’t even here yet.”

“she’s coming with topper,” he muttered.

before you could respond, sarah’s voice cut through the conversation.

“we’re here!” she grinned, stepping into the room with topper right behind her. topper clapped a hand on rafe’s shoulder, shaking his head in exaggerated disbelief. “wow, you’re here early, bro. that’s new.”

rafe shoved his hand off with an eye roll, but the corner of his mouth twitched like he was holding back a laugh.

after a while, the dance coach gathered everyone. warm-ups came first, stretching and a few simple steps before getting everyone into position. the dance was formal and old-fashioned—like something straight out of a victorian ball. stiff posture, careful footwork, calculated movements. you expected dancing with rafe to be awkward, but to your surprise, he was actually good. confident, sure-footed. not what you expected at all.

surprisingly, you got along with the other girls too. their wealth and privilege were obvious in the way they talked—casual mentions of summering in europe, custom-designed dresses, and family connections that opened every door. but you brushed it off. starting drama wasn’t worth it. besides, for the most part, they were nice enough.

after almost two hours, rehearsal wrapped up. you and sarah said your goodbyes, ignoring rafe and topper’s exaggerated gagging noises as you hugged. stepping outside, you pulled out your phone, ready to call an uber.

rafe stood next to you, hands in his pockets, his stance casual as he looked out at the street, the sun casting shadows across his face.

“i forgot to thank you for agreeing to be my escort. i was stressing.” you glanced at him, tucking your phone away.

he raised a brow, his expression unreadable. “it was either you or ruthie, and topper is doing it. so don’t thank me.”

you frowned. “what’s wrong with ruthie?”

he let out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “she’s just a complete bitch. i’m surprised she even has a partner—probably had to pay him or something.”

you shot him a pointed look. “don’t be mean.”

he shrugged like he didn’t care. “wanna grab something to eat?”

your stomach twisted slightly at the thought. you were kind of hungry, but you sighed, pretending to be reluctant. “rehearsal made me pretty tired.”

rafe turned to you with a deadpan expression. “from learning twenty seconds of a three-minute dance?”

you scoffed, shoving your hands into your back pockets. “this is some bridgerton shit. like i’m rehearsing to perform in front of the british family.”

he smirked. “and you’re the one who said ‘i hope you can dance.’”

“oh, shut up.” you lightly smacked his arm, shaking your head.

his smirk widened. “plus, coach said the more time you spend with your partner, the more comfortable you get. just come, i’ll drive you home after.”

you hesitated, biting your lip. an uber would cost you, and with your mom out, there wasn’t food at home anyway.

“fine, but you’re paying for me.”

he scoffed, pulling his keys from his pocket. “so i’m driving and paying? what am i, your boyfriend?”

you shot him a teasing grin. “you wish.”

he rolled his eyes, nodding toward the parking lot. “c’mon.”

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[anakinstwinklebunny]

SAM MONROE swore he wasn’t built for this kind of thing. It was freezing out, fingers were going numb even through the gloves, and Vinnie—bundled up in enough layers to double his size—kept wriggling dangerously on the wooden sled.

“Hold still, Vinnie,” Sam grumbled, tightening his grip on the rope tied to the sled. His breath fogged in the cold air as he started pulling it forward again, feeling like some kind of reindeer used by Santa, while snow crunched under his boots at each step.

Vinnie didn’t really seem to care as much as Sam about the chill or his constant wriggling in the seat. The little guy was giggling, cheeks pink from the cold, and he had his mitten-covered hands clutching the sides of the sled like this was the best ride of his life. That kid had a blast, being overly excited over something so basic as winter..as snow

Behind them, Sam’s mom walked at a leisurely pace, scarf wrapped tight around her neck. She smiled warmly at the scene unfolding before her eyes, meanwhile, her eight-year-old sons, Ryan and Adam, were running circles around them, kicking up snow and yelling like wild animals.

“Sam! Pull faster!” Ryan hollered, running ahead and kicking snow in Sam’s direction.

“Yeah, come on, you’re so slow!” Adam added, laughing as he darted around to tug on the sled’s rope.

“You little brats wanna pull him yourselves? Be my guest.”

Ryan grinned mischievously, grabbing the rope alongside Sam, while Adam hopped in front of the sled, pretending to be a horse. Vinnie squealed with delight, giggles louder than ever as the whole sled jolted forward awkwardly.

“Careful!” Sam barked, yanking the rope back before Vinnie could tumble off. “Jesus, don’t kill the kid, alright?”

“Relax, Sam. He’s having fun.” his mom said

Sam shot her a look. “Yeah, well, you’re not the one who has to deal with it if he breaks something.”

“Sam!” Vinnie suddenly babbled, little mittened hand waving toward a patch of untouched snow. Sam stopped in his tracks, glancing down at him, expression softening

“What, you see something exciting?” he asked, crouching down to Vinnie’s level.

Vinnie pointed at the snow again, babbling insistently. Sam frowned, trying to decipher whatever toddler logic was at play here, until it clicked.

“You want me to take you over there?” he asked.

Vinnie nodded enthusiastically, round face lighting up with another giggle.

Sam sighed but gave in, dragging the sled over to the pristine patch of snow. Ryan and Adam followed, their boots crunching loudly. “What’s he gonna do? Eat it?” Ryan asked, snickering.

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” Sam muttered under his breath, watching as Vinnie leaned forward on the sled, trying to scoop at the snow with his mittens. He didn’t get much—mostly just smeared it around—but he looked happy as hell, and Sam couldn’t help smirking a little.

“He’s trying to build something!” Adam announced, crouching down to “help” Vinnie pile up some snow.

“Yeah? What, a masterpiece?” Sam teased, leaning on the rope.

“Probably better than anything you could do,” Ryan shot back, sticking out his tongue.

“Alright, that’s it,” Sam said, dropping the rope and lunging for Ryan. The kid shrieked, taking off at a dead sprint, and Adam quickly followed, laughing hysterically.

After almost burying his stepbrother in snow, he came back to Vinnie (after throwing snowballs at Ryan). The little guy had managed to pile up a sad little mound of snow and was now patting it proudly.

“Wow,” Sam said dryly, crouching down again. “You really outdid yourself, kid.”

Vinnie looked up at him, face breaking into the biggest grin, and Sam felt his heart do that stupid, soft thing it always did when Vinnie smiled like that.

“Alright, alright,” Sam muttered, scooping Vinnie off the sled and into his arms. “Let’s get back before you freeze your butt off, huh?”

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[gracie-eilish]

our girl💞 (pt. 2)

an: i was inspired to write this like FOREVER AGO by a tik tok this woman made talking about how she found it impossible to sleep the night after she gave birth. just knowing her little dream baby was real and right there next to her. so i wrote it finally LMAO

ok i srsly promise this is the last one for this weekend hahah! actually though, im going out of town tomorrow until monday night/tuesday so i might be MIA on here anyways but i promise i won’t bombard you with my baby fever anymore hahaha!!

part 1

The room was dark and quiet, save for the occasional hum of machines and the distant beeping of monitors in the hall. The soft glow from the small nightlight near the bassinet illuminated just enough for Billie to stir awake. At first, she wasn’t sure what had woken her—maybe it was the subtle shift in the air, or maybe it was just her natural instinct as a new mom kicking in.

She blinked sleepily, stretching slightly before swinging her legs over the edge of the extra hospital bed for visitors. As she moved to stand, she glanced to her right—and there you were, laying on your side, wide awake. Not just awake, but completely entranced, eyes locked onto the tiny bundle nestled in the hospital bassinet.

Your daughter was awake too, just staring right back at you with those wide, curious newborn eyes. Neither of you moved. Neither of you made a sound. Just two little souls, taking each other in.

Billie couldn’t help but chuckle. “Baby,” she whispered, voice thick with sleep, “why are you still up?”

You blinked, almost startled, as if you hadn’t even realized Billie was watching. Your lower lip trembled as your gaze flickered to her. “I…” Your voice cracked, and suddenly your eyes were shining with fresh tears.

Billie’s teasing smile softened instantly. She crouched down to sit softly on the bed, her warm hand coming up to cup your cheek. “Hey, hey. What’s wrong, my love?” she murmured, wiping away a stray tear with her thumb.

You sniffled, laughing a little at yourself. “I just… I don’t think I’ll ever fall asleep again.”

Billie frowned slightly, tilting her head. “Baby, you had quite the day. You literally gave birth. You should be resting.”

You shook your head, another tear slipping down your cheek. “She was just in my tummy, B. For nine months. We talked about her, we dreamed about her, we waited for her…” Your voice wavered as you looked back at your daughter, eyes glistening with overwhelming love. “And now she’s here. She’s real. And she’s looking at me.” Your breath hitched. “I can’t believe this is real.”

Billie’s heart clenched, love swelling inside her chest until it was almost too much to contain. She leaned in, kissing away the fresh tears that rolled down your face. “Oh, baby,” she whispered, brushing her fingers through your hair. “It’s real. She’s real. And she’s ours.”

You let out a soft, shaky exhale, nodding. Billie smiled, helping you sit up and get comfortable before she finally stood, squeezing your hand once more before heading into the bathroom.

When she returned, she found you in the exact same position—sitting up now, but still completely absorbed in watching your daughter, your lips slightly parted, your expression nothing but pure awe. Your eyes were teary but full of joy.

Billie smirked, shaking her head fondly. “You’re obsessed, huh?”

You blinked, looking up at her with a watery laugh. “Completely.”

She let out a breathy chuckle before stepping toward the bassinet. “Alright, I know the cure for this.”

She reached down carefully, her hands expertly cradling your daughter as she lifted her from the bassinet. The moment your baby was in her arms, Billie melted. She rocked her gently, pressing featherlight kisses all over her tiny face. “Hey, little lady,” she whispered, brushing her thumb against her impossibly soft cheek. “You keeping Mama up? Just staring at her like she’s the best thing in the world?” Billie grinned as your daughter yawned, her tiny lips parting, her face scrunching slightly. “Yeah? I get it. She’s my favorite thing to look at too.”

You wiped at your face, your heart swelling so much it almost hurt.

After a few minutes of mommy-and-baby time, Billie turned to you, maneuvering your daughter carefully. “Alright, my love. You need the full experience.”

She placed the baby gently against your chest, making sure she was positioned just right. The moment that tiny, warm weight settled on you, you sucked in a breath, your hands immediately coming up to cradle her. Her little head rested right over your heart, her tiny hand grasping at your skin.

You closed your eyes, biting your lip to keep yourself from crying again. A quiet, breathy giggle escaped you, overwhelmed with the feeling of it all.

Billie laughed softly at your reaction. “Oh my God, you’re squealing,” she teased. “You’re literally gonna combust.”

“I might,” you admitted, voice muffled against your baby’s head. “I can’t help it, B. This is the best feeling in the world.”

Billie let out a soft sigh, her expression tender as she climbed onto the hospital bed beside you. She snaked an arm around your waist, pulling you closer, while her other hand rested gently on your arm, fingers brushing over the baby’s tiny back. She pressed her forehead to your shoulder, needing to be as close to both of you as humanly possible.

For a moment, neither of you spoke. The only sounds in the room were the occasional distant beeps from the machines and the soft, sleepy breaths of your newborn.

Then, your baby let out a tiny, soft yawn, nestling even closer to your skin.

Billie let out a breathy chuckle. “Okay. Yeah. That’s the best feeling in the world.”

You nodded, still smiling, still tearful, still overwhelmed with love. “Mm-hmm.”

A beat of silence passed before you spoke again, voice sheepish.

“Can we have another one?”

Billie’s head shot up, her eyes wide as she gaped at you. “Babe.”

You giggled, snuggling closer to her. “What? I mean… look at her.”

Billie groaned playfully, but the grin tugging at her lips betrayed her. “Oh, I am looking at her. And I’m also looking at you, my crazy, adorable, baby-obsessed wife, who just gave birth like hours ago and is already asking for round two.”

You giggled harder, shrugging. “I can’t help it. She’s perfect. We made her.”

Billie exhaled dramatically, shaking her head, but she was smiling so big her cheeks hurt. She pressed a long, lingering kiss to your forehead, then another to the baby’s head. “Let’s get through this one first, superstar,” she murmured, her voice laced with so much love it made your heart ache.

You hummed, letting your eyes drift closed, the warmth of Billie’s embrace and the tiny weight of your daughter lulling you into a peace you had never known before. “Deal.”

And as Billie held both of you close, her heart bursting at the seams, she knew—this was it. This was the dream.

[babsworlds]

LIKE FATHER, LIKE SON.

pairing. dad! Tangerine x mom! reader

synopsis. your son was just like his father.

warnings. uncle! Lemon, mentions of violence, no use of y/n.

YOU FINALLY FOUND PEACE in your chaotic life after discovering you were pregnant. It was the moment that changed everything. Tangerine promised to be there for you and your future child, so he quit his dangerous job. The two of you moved to the peaceful countryside of England, seeking a fresh start and a safer, simpler life.

Settling down in a cozy cottage surrounded by beautiful nature, you started to build a new life together. The quiet and serene environment offered a much-needed contrast to the intense world you had left behind. You found happiness and joy in raising your family.

Sixteen years later, your home was filled with laughter and love, thanks to your son, Lewis. He was just like his father, Tangerine, in every way—looks, personality, and behavior. Lewis brought energy and joy to your home, and you often marveled at how much he reminded you of his father.

That was confirmed for you when you and Tangerine were called in to Lewis’ school because he beat up his classmate for talking trash about his girlfriend, Emma.

You tried to be a real parent figure, feeling mad at your son for hurting someone, but secretly proud of him for standing up for his girlfriend.

Tangerine, on the other hand, was openly proud. He was a proud father.

It was Saturday, sunny and hot weather in the countryside—a perfect day for a grill party with Lemon.

You and Lewis sat at the table in the garden. You were engrossed in a book, while Lewis was deeply invested in his phone. Tangerine was busy at the grill, expertly preparing the meal.

The familiar sound of a car approaching caught your attention. Lemon got out, already waving at you with his characteristic enthusiasm. “How’s my favorite family?” Lemon called out cheerfully.

You glanced at Lewis, noticing the lingering tension. Despite the relaxed setting, the previous conflict still hung in the air.

Lemon, ever perceptive, picked up on the vibe and approached the table with a gentle smile. “Hey, everything alright?” he asked, his tone filled with concern.

Tangerine looked up from the grill, giving Lemon a welcoming nod. “Hey, bro. Just the usual family dynamics,” he said with a chuckle.

Lemon took a seat next to Lewis, and you engaged him in a conversation about his new job. Eventually, the conversation turned to Lewis.

"And what about you, man? You're unusually quiet," Lemon asked, looking at Lewis.

You glanced at your son again. "C'mon, brag to Uncle," you encouraged with a smile. Just then, Tangerine appeared behind them, carrying the food.

"He got into his first fight," Tangerine announced with a proud smile.

Lemon looked confused, then turned to Lewis, who finally looked up from his phone with a light, yet proud smile on his lips. "No way!” Lemon breathed out. "Congratulations!”

"Lemon!" you exclaimed, a mix of exasperation and amusement in your voice.

Lewis shrugged, explaining, "What would I do? He was talking shit about Em."

Tangerine sat down next to you, clearly proud of his son's actions. Despite the tension, there was a sense of camaraderie and understanding among all of you.

You all started eating, and the table was quiet until Lemon broke the silence. “You know, Lew, it really reminds me of when your father beat someone up for threatening your mom,” Lemon said with a nostalgic smile.

You remembered the situation vividly and couldn't help but smile a bit too. Lewis looked at his father, who nodded in confirmation, then turned to Lemon. “Really?” Lewis asked, his curiosity piqued.

“Yeah,” Lemon said, leaning in. “He took his head and—”

“Don’t give him ideas!” you shouted, cutting Lemon off before he could get into the gory details.

“Tell me more about how my parents were before I was born,” Lewis turned to Lemon, his curiosity evident. You and Tangerine had always kept your past jobs a secret, believing that he didn’t need to know about that part of your lives.

Lemon chuckled, glancing at you and Tangerine for approval before speaking. “Well, your parents were quite the dynamic duo. Always on some grand adventure, making the world a little bit safer.”

Lewis raised an eyebrow. “Adventures? Like what?”

You and Tangerine exchanged a knowing look. It was a delicate line to walk—sharing enough to satisfy his curiosity without revealing too much.

“They were like… problem solvers,” Lemon explained, choosing his words carefully. “Whenever someone needed help, they were there to take care of things. Very brave and very skilled.”

Lewis looked intrigued. “So, you guys were like… heroes?”

Tangerine smiled, his eyes reflecting the memories. “Something like that, mate.”

But Lewis was already sixteen, and he wasn’t really dumb. He knew you weren’t exactly heroes in the traditional sense. He could see through the carefully chosen words and the evasive answers. He knew there was more to the story, more to his parents’ past than they were letting on.

Lewis leaned back, his eyes narrowing slightly as he looked at you and Tangerine. “So, you guys weren’t really… just problem solvers, were you?” he asked, his voice tinged with curiosity and a hint of suspicion.

“Maybe I would tell you, but because you are exactly like your father and have stupid ideas like him, I won’t,” you said with a smile, placing your hand on Lewis’ shoulder.

Lewis chuckled, a light of understanding in his eyes. “Fair enough,” he said, appreciating the honesty.

You all shared a moment of laughter, the tension easing as the conversation shifted to more light-hearted topics.

[andy-15-07]

A Thanksgiving to Remember

PAIRING:Pedro Pascal x reader

WORD COUNT: 1186| requests are open (send requests, I will gladly answer them all)

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The aroma of roasting turkey, sage, and cinnamon hung heavy in the air, a comforting blanket woven with the promise of Thanksgiving. Y/N, perched precariously on a kitchen stool, stretched to reach the top shelf of the pantry. “Do we have enough dried cranberries?” she called down to Pedro, who was wrestling a particularly stubborn butternut squash on the counter.

“I think so,” Pedro grunted, finally managing to halve the squash with a satisfying thwack. “But maybe grab another bag just in case. You know how my family is about their cranberry sauce.”

Y/N chuckled, grabbing a step stool and peering into the depths of the pantry. “Tell me about it. Remember last year when Aunt Maria almost started a brawl over the last spoonful?”

Pedro grinned, the memory clearly amusing him. “Oh, she’s a force of nature. But her cranberry sauce is legendary, I’ll give her that.”

Y/N found the cranberries and hopped down, placing the bag on the counter. “Right, cranberries secured. What’s next on the culinary agenda?”

“Mashed potatoes,” Pedro declared, brandishing the now-halved squash like a trophy. “And you know my rule – no lumps allowed.”

“Your rules are legendary too,” Y/N teased, bumping his shoulder playfully. “But I have to admit, your mashed potatoes are pretty spectacular.”

“Years of practice,” Pedro said with a wink. “Now, are you peeling or mashing?”

“Peeling,” Y/N replied, grabbing a peeler and a bowl of potatoes. “But you’re on gravy duty. Your mom’s recipe is a closely guarded secret, and I’m not about to mess with tradition.”

“Deal,” Pedro said, already gathering the ingredients for the gravy. “But you’re in charge of the stuffing. I still haven’t forgiven you for that oyster incident a few years back.”

Y/N shuddered dramatically. “Let’s never speak of that again. This year, it’s a purely vegetarian affair. No surprises.”

The kitchen filled with the comfortable rhythm of chopping, stirring, and the gentle hum of conversation. They worked side-by-side, a well-oiled machine honed by years of shared Thanksgivings.

“So,” Y/N said, breaking the comfortable silence, “are you excited for everyone to get here?”

Pedro paused, a thoughtful expression on his face. “Of course. It’s always chaos, but it wouldn’t be Thanksgiving without it. Although,” he added with a mischievous glint in his eye, “I’m a little worried about Uncle Carlos and his political opinions. He and your dad are going to clash again, I just know it.”

Y/N sighed. “Tell me about it. I’ve already warned Dad, but you know how he is. He can’t resist a good debate.”

“Which usually ends with everyone shouting and someone storming off to the living room,” Pedro finished. “Ah, family.”

“The best kind of chaos,” Y/N said, smiling. “But seriously, I’m looking forward to it. It’s been a while since we’ve all been together.”

“Me too,” Pedro agreed. “It’s nice to have everyone under one roof, even if it’s just for a few days.”

They continued working, the conversation flowing easily between them. They talked about their families, their work, their plans for the future. They laughed, they teased, they shared quiet moments of comfortable silence.

As the afternoon wore on, the kitchen transformed into a symphony of delicious smells. The turkey was browning beautifully in the oven, the mashed potatoes were creamy and smooth, the stuffing was fragrant with herbs and vegetables, and the gravy was rich and velvety.

“Okay,” Pedro said, wiping his hands on his apron, “I think we’re almost ready. Just need to set the table.”

Y/N nodded, grabbing the tablecloth and heading towards the dining room. Pedro followed close behind, carrying a stack of plates.

They worked together, quickly transforming the dining room into a festive space. The table was set with their best china, gleaming silverware, and colorful napkins. A vase of vibrant fall flowers sat in the center, adding a touch of elegance to the scene.

“Looks beautiful,” Y/N said, admiring their handiwork.

“Indeed,” Pedro agreed. “Now, all we need are the guests.”

Just as he finished speaking, the doorbell rang.

“They’re here!” Y/N exclaimed, her eyes sparkling with excitement.

Pedro grinned, wrapping an arm around her shoulders. “Let the chaos begin.”

The house quickly filled with the sounds of laughter, greetings, and the clatter of suitcases being dragged through the hallway. The aroma of Thanksgiving dinner mingled with the scent of perfume and cologne, creating a heady mix that was both familiar and comforting.

Family members arrived from near and far, each one bringing their own unique energy to the gathering. Aunt Maria, true to form, immediately took charge of the kitchen, offering unsolicited advice on the gravy. Uncle Carlos, as predicted, cornered Y/N’s dad in the living room, their voices rising in the heat of political debate. The children, fueled by sugar and excitement, raced through the house, their shrieks of laughter echoing through the halls.

Amidst the joyful chaos, Pedro and Y/N moved through the crowd, greeting their guests, offering drinks, and making sure everyone felt welcome. They were the anchors of the family, the glue that held everyone together.

As the sun began to set, casting long shadows across the dining room, everyone gathered around the table. The turkey, golden brown and glistening, took center stage, surrounded by bowls of mashed potatoes, stuffing, cranberry sauce, and all the other traditional Thanksgiving dishes.

Pedro stood at the head of the table, carving the turkey with practiced ease. Y/N sat beside him, her hand resting lightly on his arm.

“To family,” Pedro said, raising his glass.

“To family,” everyone echoed, their voices filled with warmth and gratitude.

The meal began, a symphony of happy chatter, shared stories, and the clinking of glasses. Even Uncle Carlos and Y/N’s dad seemed to have reached a truce, their political debate temporarily forgotten in the spirit of Thanksgiving.

As the evening wore on, the atmosphere grew more relaxed and intimate. The children, their energy finally waning, curled up on the couches, falling asleep amidst the soft murmur of adult conversation.

Pedro and Y/N found a quiet moment to slip away from the crowd, retreating to the porch to enjoy a breath of fresh air.

“It’s perfect,” Y/N said, leaning her head against Pedro’s shoulder.

“It is,” Pedro agreed, wrapping his arms around her. “Just like every year.”

They stood in comfortable silence, watching the stars twinkle in the night sky. The sounds of laughter and conversation drifted out from the house, a comforting reminder of the love and connection that bound them all together.

“Thank you,” Y/N whispered, turning to face Pedro.

“For what?” he asked, his eyes filled with love.

“For everything,” she replied. “For this, for us, for family.”

Pedro smiled, gently cupping her face in his hands. “I love you,” he said, his voice soft and sincere.

“I love you too,” Y/N replied, her eyes shining with tears of happiness.

They shared a long, tender kiss, a silent promise of their love and commitment to each other. In that moment, surrounded by the warmth of family and the magic of Thanksgiving, they knew that they had everything they could ever need. They had each other.

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The Lioness

Pairing: Tom Bennett x fem!reader

Warning: 1940-1950, slight misogyny, Tom is the perfect husband, fluff, swearing

Summary: To be a woman after the Second World War...

Tom was home early for once. The body shop had been slow today—no new cars or engines to repair.

He was just pulling his work clothes from the washing machine to hang up when he heard the front door open and slam shut.

He raised an eyebrow but shrugged. Bad day at work, maybe, he thought.

But then he heard her angrily toss her keys into the crystal bowl by the door, followed by the loud crash of glass.

“Shit!” she shouted.

Tom sprang into action. Laundry could wait—his wife needed him.

He bolted down from the bathroom and stopped in the foyer, taking in the sight of shattered glass strewn across the floor.

“Don’t move, darlin’. I’ll get the broom.”

He turned and walked into the kitchen to grab the broom, dustpan, and garbage bin before heading back to the entrance.

One look at his wife told him this was more than just a bad day. It was shit. The unshed tears in her eyes were proof enough.

“I got your favorite flowers on my way home,” he mumbled as he carefully swept up the shards. “Nearly nicked my thumb cuttin’ the stems. You gotta show me again how to do it right.”

A small chuckle escaped her lips, making his own lift slightly.

“You shouldn’t have,” she whispered.

“Yes, I do,” he said. “I love you, and I wanted to show you. Also bought everything for dinner. I waited for you. Ya know, ‘cause I keep burnin’ the kitchen down without your supervision.”

More giggles escaped her lips.

He finished cleaning, then grinned as he tossed the awful crystal bowl into the bin.

“You hatin’ it that much?”

She rolled her eyes. “It was from me mom. You know how she gets when we don’t put her stuff up.” He knew all too well. One ugly dust catcher less in their house.

Tom grinned down at her. He set the broom and dustpan aside before stepping closer. His strong, left arm wrapped gently around her waist, and he pressed his nose to her forehead, pulling her into his chest.

“What happened?” he asked simply, holding her closer. Letting her know she was safe and she could cry her heart out to him.

He felt her body tremble. At first, he thought she was cold, but then he felt her fists balled up against his chest—warm, tense. She was furious.

“They’re letting me go,” she whispered, her voice hollow.

Tom stiffened at her words. Letting her go? She was the hardest-working person in that damn office.

“Why, darlin’?”

She let out an angry huff—cute, but now wasn’t the time to think about that. He needed to listen.

“Because I’m married,” she gritted out.

Tom frowned, more confused than ever. “I don’t see the problem. I’m married, and no one bats an eye. What’s so different between the two of us?”

He loosened his hold just enough to look down at her. Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears, and his chest ached at the sight.

“You aren’t expected to care for our future children,” she whispered, gaze dropping to the floor.

Tom took a deep breath, his mind racing. The whole situation made no damn sense.

“But I will be their father,” he mumbled. Then, suddenly, it clicked.

“Bastards,” he scoffed, looking down at her. He gently hooked a finger underneath her chin and lifted her face to look at him. “They want you gone so you stay home and be a good little housewife?”

She nodded.

Tom’s jaw clenched. He knew plenty of women chose to stay home and care for the house and kids. But then there were women like his wife—like his sister Lois—who wanted to work, to contribute, to build something of their own. And now, they were just forcing her out?

Over his dead body. “Not gonna happen while there’s air in my lungs. I’ll go to your office myself and fight for your job.”

But she shook her head. “Don’t. Maybe it’s an opportunity,” she whispered.

He raised a brow. “Oh?”

She nodded. “I was already looking for another job and found one. The head of the office is a woman. And honestly? I hate that job anyway,” she murmured, cuddling closer to him.

He chuckled softly, holding her closer to his chest and wrapping his other arm around her shoulder. He pressed a gentle kiss to the crown of her head.

“You’re too precious for this world, sweetheart,” he mumbled against her hair, breathing in the sweet scent of her soap.

The tranquillity of the moment was interrupted by the low growl of her stomach.

“The lion woke up,” he whispered teasingly, kissing her forehead before looking down at her.

She grinned. “It’s not sleeping tonight.”

He laughed softly, knowing she’d caught onto his little jab.

“Come on, my darling. Let’s feed it before it wakes the goddamn jungle,” he murmured, pulling her along to the kitchen—ready to once again learn to cook from his brilliant wife.

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RECONNECTING | SUGAWARA X READER

time skip! | sugawara being... sugawara? | fate always has a plan even if it means waiting a few years to reach it

It’s strange, really, how life can change so quickly, so unexpectedly.

Sugawara Koushi was known for many things. For being kind. For being the mom friend though, in reality, he was more like the fun aunt who sneaks you candy when your mother says no sweets after dinner. He liked to think of himself as emotionally available. And yet, he had one big, striking problem: second guessing himself. Badly.

He prided himself on noticing things. The same way he had been painfully aware that Kageyama was a better setter than him back in high school. And despite being a third-year, despite wanting to play so badly, he had stepped aside for the sake of the team. He told himself he was fine with it, fine with standing on the sidelines, fine with only being subbed in at the last minute. As long as Karasuno won, he was okay.

What he hadn’t realized was how that very mindset had bled into the rest of his life, turning every decision into a relentless game of second guessing.

And that’s where you came in.

You, with your stubbornness. You, with your loud mouth and fleeting thoughts. You, who never let him get away with his twisted way of thinking. You called him out on a daily basis, or almost. And back then, at eighteen, he hadn’t understood it. He had been torn between wanting to cuss you out and just collapsing into your arms. Because how could someone see right through him like that? How could someone understand him so well it was almost terrifying?

But he never acted on it. Every day, he looked in the mirror and convinced himself it was nothing. That you were just in his thoughts too often because you were annoying. Loud. Always in his face. Always challenging him. Always—

But that wasn’t the truth. It never was.

The truth was that Sugawara had been deeply and utterly in love with you. With every irritating habit, every flaw you tried to pretend didn’t bother you but he saw through it anyway. He had been in love with the way your hair moved in the wind, the way your eyes lit up when you laughed, the way you always tried (and failed) to suppress your laughter, only for it to burst out louder than anyone else's in the room.

Or maybe, it was simply the way you looked that day in early January, at the shrine.

Cheeks rosy from the cold, bundled up in a coat so puffy you practically rolled instead of walked, with a scarf big enough for three people. Maybe it was the way you looked at him, maybe it was the realization that in less than three months, you’d both be graduating and he wouldn’t see you every day anymore. His heart had felt heavy in his throat.

It had been the first time you two hadn’t fought. No arguing, no bickering, just laughter. And yet, even then, he had been too much of a coward to say anything.

"You’re staring at me." Your voice pulls Sugawara out of his daze. He blinks, realizing he’s been watching you fidget with your scarf, adjusting it every two seconds like it’ll somehow keep the cold out better.

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you are," you counter, narrowing your eyes. "Do I have something on my face?"

Sugawara exhales, his breath visible in the winter air. "Yeah. A giant bug actually. It’s kinda distracting."

You gasp, smacking his arm. "Rude! I don’t… right? Please don’t tell me i actually have something" you say, while swatting your face with your hands just in case.

He laughs, too easily, too fondly. 

You grumble something under your breath but don’t argue further. Instead, you focus on the shrine, your eyes flickering between the colorful omikuji papers tied to the stands.

"You gonna draw a fortune?" Sugawara asks after a beat.

You glance at him, then back at the small wooden box filled with paper fortunes. "Dunno. What if it says my luck is horrible?"

"Then I’ll steal it and replace it with a good one."

"That’s cheating."

"No, that’s strategic optimism," he grins.

Your laughter is softer this time. Warmer. "Alright, fine. But if it says I have bad luck, I’m blaming you forever."

You reach in, pull out a slip of paper, and read it. Sugawara watches as your expression shifts. For a moment, he swears he sees a flicker of something, hesitation? Hope? Then, you shove the paper into your pocket and huff.

"Well? What does it say?" he prompts.

"Not telling."

"Why?"

"Because," you say simply, "if I do, you’ll probably start second guessing things again."

And just like that, something tightens in his chest.

He wants to ask. He wants to press. But instead, he just watches as you turn away, eyes still locked on the omikuji papers board fluttering in the cold wind.

✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦ . 　⁺ 　 . ✦

And now he finds himself in an interesting position. It’s been a few years and at the moment he was torn between a) drinking his melancholy away b) dive into the nearest bush and make his exit c) pretend everything is fine while internally screaming for the choices he has made at 18 and that are coming back now at 23 to bite his ass d) all of the above in that order 

Because when Tanaka had said, “Hey man, you have to come to my wedding. No ifs, no buts. And you’re going to be my best man,” Sugawara had certainly not expected to be paired up with you.

And it was embarrassing, he was twenty three years old, yet he still struggled to look you in the eyes. Because you were even more stunning now. Because your light had only grown brighter. Because, despite the years that had passed, that same feeling still lurked deep inside of him.

And for a moment, he was eighteen again.

He didn’t know if Kiyoko and Tanaka had paired the two of you as best man and maid of honor on purpose or if it was a complete accident. All he knew was that, now more than ever, he wanted to make up for lost time.

His thoughts though, were interrupted by you. Which after a moment of silence, awkward glances your voice fills the silent space between the two of you.

"You know, my omikuji back then was right." 

He looks at you perplexed. There’s no way after years of not seeing each other, the closest contact being likes on instagram pictures and occasionals birthday wishes, you brought up as your first thing the same exact thing he had been thinking just now. 

"About what?" he asks, his eyes curious, with a hint of something he hadn’t had in years. 

"That fate is patient."

🔮 "大吉  = great fortune. An important connection is slipping away. If left unspoken, regret will follow. However, fate is patient. Paths that are meant to cross will find their way back to each other."

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[sturniololuvz]

Hi!! Can you make a fiction where y!n is sick and the triplets take care of her in the sister series , and for another one she gets suspended from school after getting in a fight

so i just did a sick one! so go check that out! and i hope you like this one!

“Did Ya At Least Win?”

Sturniolos x sister reader

Warnings: mentions of fighting, black eye , bruised nose

Y/N pushed open the front door, wincing as pain shot through her face. Her backpack hung loosely from one shoulder, and she let it drop to the floor with a heavy thud. Her nose throbbed, her eye was swollen, and she was sure she looked like she just walked out of a boxing ring.

She barely took two steps inside before she heard Chris’s loud voice from the living room.

“Yo, Y/N’s home!”

Then, silence.

And then—

“WHAT THE HELL HAPPENED TO YOU?!”

Before she could even think, Nick and Matt rushed into the room, their faces twisted in shock as they took in her bruised nose and black eye.

“Are you kidding me right now?” Chris practically yelled, stepping closer. “Who did this?!”

Nick’s eyes were wild with concern. “Why do you look like you just got jumped?”

Matt didn’t say anything at first, just grabbed her chin gently, tilting her head so he could get a better look. His lips pressed into a thin line. “You’re bleeding.”

Y/N sighed, pulling away. “I know, Matt.”

Matt shook his head. “Bathroom. Now.”

Y/N groaned but obeyed, trudging toward the bathroom while the triplets followed closely behind, still demanding answers.

Chris was the first to press again. “Alright, start talking. Who did this?”

Nick huffed. “And why do I feel like whatever you’re about to say is gonna piss me off?”

Y/N hesitated, hopping up to sit on the bathroom counter as Matt grabbed the first-aid kit. “I, uh… I got into a fight.”

Dead silence.

Then—

“YOU WHAT?!”

Matt froze mid-motion, staring at her with wide eyes. Chris nearly knocked over a shampoo bottle with how fast he spun around. Nick pinched the bridge of his nose like he was about to explode.

Y/N exhaled sharply. “Before you freak out—”

“Oh, now we’re allowed to freak out?” Nick interrupted. “Because I’ve been freaking out since I saw your face, Y/N!”

Chris crossed his arms. “Why the hell would you get into a fight?”

Matt, shaking his head, wet a cotton pad with antiseptic and carefully pressed it against her cheek. She flinched.

“Yeah,” Matt muttered. “Hurts, doesn’t it? That’s what happens when you get punched in the face, moron.”

Y/N rolled her eyes. “I know what happens when you get punched in the face, Matt. I was there.”

Nick groaned. “You better have a damn good reason for this.”

Y/N hesitated before finally muttering, “Someone was talking shit about you guys.”

That shut them up.

Chris blinked. “…What?”

She sighed. “This guy at school was running his mouth about you guys, saying all this crap about how you’re ‘just some dumb YouTubers’ and ‘not even that funny’ and that ‘you only got famous because you’re triplets’ and blah, blah, blah.” She shrugged. “So, I told him to shut up.”

Nick raised an eyebrow. “And that got you a black eye?”

Y/N smirked. “Well… I might’ve thrown the first punch.”

Chris choked on air. “You started it?!”

Matt groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “God, Y/N…”

Nick threw his hands up. “You can’t just go around swinging on people!”

“I can when they’re talking shit about my brothers!” she shot back.

Chris let out a loud, frustrated sigh. “Jesus, Y/N, we don’t need you getting suspended over us!”

“Oh, speaking of that…” Y/N muttered.

Matt’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t tell me…”

She sighed. “…I got suspended.”

Nick looked like he was about to combust. “OH MY GOD.”

Chris groaned. “You’re dead when Mom and Dad find out.”

Matt shook his head in disappointment. “I cannot believe you, Y/N.”

She frowned. “You guys are acting like I killed someone.”

Nick pointed at her bruises. “YEAH, WELL, IT LOOKS LIKE SOMEONE TRIED TO KILL YOU.”

Chris let out a heavy sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. “You cannot keep doing reckless shit like this, Y/N.”

Y/N frowned. “…So you’d rather me let some guy trash-talk you?”

Nick groaned. “Of course not, but there are better ways to handle it that don’t involve getting your ass kicked and suspended!”

Y/N muttered under her breath, “Didn’t get my ass kicked.”

Chris threw his hands up. “Could’ve fooled me with the way your face looks.”

Matt exhaled through his nose, finishing up cleaning her wounds. “You’re lucky nothing’s broken,” he muttered, shaking his head. “We need to ice that eye.”

Y/N sighed. “Great. Can’t wait to look like a raccoon for the next week.”

Chris smirked. “Well, if the shoe fits.”

Y/N shot him a glare.

After a long lecture from Nick and Chris about why she absolutely cannot go around fighting people (no matter the reason), the triplets finally decided she had suffered enough.

To lighten the mood, they ordered takeout, set up the living room with blankets, and put on one of their favorite movies. Y/N curled up on the couch between Matt and Chris, resting her head against Matt’s shoulder.

For the first time all day, she actually felt a little better.

Halfway through the movie, Chris leaned in close and whispered so only she could hear, “Did ya at least win?”

Y/N smirked, her swollen eye barely able to open, and whispered back, “Obviously.”

Chris grinned, shaking his head. “That’s my girl.”

[boybandbaby]

Secret (Evan Buckley x SingleMom!Reader)

word count: 1343

warnings/tags: nervous buck, 18+ mdni (mention of sex), as always please let me know if i missed anything

note: part of my single mom reader universe which can be found here

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Buck had noticed your change in demeanor from the first two dates. He thought things had been going well but he’s starting to second guess himself.

He starts to think that maybe he had worked up this idea that things with you could be end game. I mean it was only your third date and he was already thinking of engagement rings.

He had been scolded by each member of the team and his sister when he asked Chimney which ring shop he went to. They all told him to slow his roll and not to get ahead of himself. Though they were excited for him and his new situationship, they didn't want him to get too ahead of himself.

He wonders if maybe you had noticed that he was beginning to really have feelings for you. Maybe now you had found him creepy or too pushy or too needy. Was he texting you too much? Was he asking to see you too much? Had he made you uncomfortable and now you were trying to figure out how to break things off already?

Then he remembered a joking comment from Eddie on yesterday's shift. He had been discussing the movie you picked out for both of you to see and that he was really excited to spend more time with you.

"How long have you guys been seeing each other?" Eddie had asked.

"We've been talking for a little over a month but it's officially our third date." Buck replied, buttoning his shirt up.

"Ooh, third date? You know what that means." Eddie wiggled his eyebrows. Buck knew he said it to be funny but now Buck wonders if you maybe live by the ridiculous rule of sleeping together after the third date.

What if you’re expecting sex tonight? Or what if you’re freaking out about him wanting sex tonight? Or what if you don’t want sex with him at all, ever?

Buck can feel himself sweating through his shirt in the very well air conditioned movie theatre. He’s glad it’s somewhat dark or he’s sure you could see the sweat beads rolling off his forehead. He knows you very well may be able to see him as he can see your face clearly in the light from the screen.

You’re quieter today. Face bright under the movie lights with a small smile that has a hint of nervousness in it. The popcorn bowl is still quite full and candy boxes unopened despite both of you stating you loved movie snacks.

You spend the entire movie silent and rigid in your seats. Your hands found each others' the first two dates. The first time over the table at dinner and the second time on the car console on your way to the beach. Now, they lay in your lap and his on the arm rests. You're itching to hold his hand but you're just too nervous about the secret you're holding in.

Buck knows he has to confront you kindly after the movie about what’s going on and hopefully reassure you he’s not in this just for sex. So as you’re both finally leaving the theatre, the last ones, he goes to speak when you do first. “That was a good movie, right?”

“Yeah, yeah. I enjoyed it.” He smiles, hands in his pockets as you stand in the cold, face illuminated by the neon lights of the signs out front. Buck cannot remember who was even in the movie, let alone the plot. “Look, I wanted to talk to you about something…” he trails off.

“Oh? Um, yeah sure.” You look around and guide him to a near by metal bench. “Everything okay?”

Internally, you’re spiraling. You know you haven’t been acting normal tonight but you hoped that he would just ignore it. You’ve only known him for a few short weeks but you know parts of him by now. You know Buck has a habit of overthinking things so you’re sure he’s picked up on it. You’re wondering if somehow he knows your secret.

“I know it’s our third date and there’s this like third date rule that people follow. I just want you to know that I’m not expecting anything from you. I hope that’s not why you’ve been quiet all night. I know we’re still getting to know each other but I hope you know that I would never try to pressure you into doing something you weren’t comfortable with.” Buck rambles, hands flexing and squeezing on his thighs. He can feel sweat accumulating on his palms and he realizes he hasn’t even looked at your face since he started talking.

When he looks up, your eyes are slightly glossy and he’s not sure what he’s said to make you…upset?

“Y/n…”

“I have a daughter!” You blurt. When you search his face for any sort of information on how he’s feeling about this news, you’re met with furrowed brows, mouth slightly agape, and silence. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have yelled it out like that. All night I’ve been trying to figure out how to tell you. It’s the third date and yes I’m aware of the third date rule but I of course know you weren’t trying to sleep with me. I just figured the third date is either make or break and it was time for me to tell you about my daughter. You know, that way you can decide if you want to continue seeing me or get out before it goes any further.”

“What’s uhhhh, what’s her name?” He stutters.

“Her name is Evie. She just recently turned 7. Her father isn’t in the picture but that’s a story for another time.” You wave off. “What do you think? Or like how are you feeling about all this? I'm so sorry I haven't said anything up until now."

“It’s doesn’t change how I feel about you. I’m surprised, sure, but I know you probably kept it a secret for a reason. I can’t imagine it’s easy being a single parent and trying to date.”

“It’s not just that. I don’t want to bring someone around her until I know that it’s serious and it hardly gets to the serious state. I really like you but I was scared this would scare you away. I’m also scared that we’ll get in too deep and you’ll realize you don’t want to be with a woman who has a kid or that the other shoe will drop and you’ll be this horrible evil guy.” You finally grab his hand. "But I know you're not a bad guy."

“Just breathe.” Buck kisses your knuckles. “Breathe, babe. I totally understand where you’re coming from. We'll take this as slow as you want. Your daughter comes first and I want to be part of your life and eventually hers if you'll let me."

"You're seriously so sweet, Buck." You pull him in for a hug. "I don't want to force you to stay or make you feel like you have to be okay with this."

"You're not forcing me to do anything. I really really like you and I want to make this work. I'll be as involved as you'll let me and I'll be patient with you just like you are with me and my job." He rubs your back before kissing your forehead. "Please don't ever scare me like that again, though. I was freaking out the entire movie."

"I'm sorry! I was nervous!" You laugh. "I could barely pay attention to what was happening."

"I don't even remember what movie we were watching." He smiles. "You want to go for ice cream? Or do you have a curfew?"

"Shut up, I don't have a curfew." You push his shoulder. "I could go for ice cream, as long as you're buying."

"I think you should buy me ice cream since you had me on edge all night." He winks. "Come on, milfy."

"Evan!" Your eyes widen as he starts running to his car. "I can't believe you just said that!"

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[natashaslesbian]

Another Mother | Part Five

Summary: Scarlett remains confused at your standoffish behaviour and you and your dad have an important heart to heart

Word Count: 1.6k

Warnings/Content: Screaming / Hitting / Mentions of death / Graveyard scene

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“Hi mama” you whispered into the open air, you sighed deeply before you continued. “Dad and I moved in with Scarlett a few weeks ago, I’m not sure you’d believe me if I told you he’s engaged to the actual black widow, but he is. Dads been busy with work that’s why he’s not come lately” you said as you lent forward to remove a fallen leaf. “And I guess I should apologise too, since it’s been over week since I last came. The truth is, I don’t want you to be mad at me mom, because Scarlett…she’s been so good to me. And I’ve been horrid to her. I guess you’d be angry at me for that too” you murmured. “She’s so kind mama, but I just hate that she’s not you. I’d pick you over her a million times but I know that you’re gone. I don’t know how to stop hating her, I need you mom. I need you to tell me it’s ok, that it’s ok for me to accept her. Because I want to so badly, I just don’t wanna let you down” you cried as you fell forwards, wrapping your arms around your mothers headstone.

Since returning to school after your sickness, you’d spent hardly any time at ‘home’. At the weekend you’d go out with your friends and after school most days you went to sit with your mom. Your dad had been allowing you some leeway since your mom’s passing, he understood that you needed time to heal. When you were in the house, you confined yourself to your bedroom and ignored your fathers pleas to join him and Scarlett for dinner. The blonde tried not to show her disappointment, she thought after last week the two of you had made some process. “Hey kiddo” your dad said as you finally returned home “you’re later than usual, did you get a detention or something?” He asked. Colin was always trying to joke around with you, you wished he would take things more seriously. “Nope. Just lost track of time” you huffed as you grabbed a snack from the fridge. “Oh y/n we’re making pasta, you wanna join us?” Scarlett shyly asked after standing awkwardly in the corner for most of the conversation. “I’m good” you said coldly, already heading upstairs to your bedroom.

The blondes shoulders dropped in disappointment, it had been almost a week of you ignoring her. “Hey, relax sweetheart” Colin said as he came to massage his fiancés shoulders “it’s just teenagery stuff” he sighed. “No” Scarlett said as she pushed Colin’s arms away “no it’s more than that” she said. “Do you want me to talk to her?” Your dad asked “I don’t know CJ. I don’t wanna smother her” Scarlett frowned. “I know, I just hate seeing you like this, and her too” Colin said “leave it to me” he smiled. The blonde reluctantly let her fiancé wander up the staircase to your bedroom, she was glad he was going to talk to you she just hoped it wouldn’t make things worse. Colin climbed the stairs carefully as to not alert you to his presence, deep down he was unsure how to approach the situation.

“Knock knock kiddo” Colin said as she slowly opened your door, without an invitation. “Get out!” You shouted when you realised your dad had appeared. You scurried around on your bed, trying to hide your disheveled state. “Hey, hey, hey, what’s going on?” Your father asked, alarmed by the state of your bedroom and the tears streaming down your face. “Get out dad!” You cried attempting to push past Colin. “Woah y/n, hey, hey, calm down!” Your dad said, using his arms to block your sudden flailing fists. “I hate you! I hate you!” You yelled. “Colin? Y/n?” Scarlett called as she came climbing up the staircase, unsettled by the shouting she could hear. “Y/n stop it!” Your dad shouted grabbing hold of your wrists. You pulled away sharply and almost fell backwards as you retracted your arms. The blonde appeared behind Colin, just in time to watch as you swung a right hook into his jaw. “Y/n!” Scarlett yelped, covering her mouth in shock. Time stood still as your dad scattered backwards, your eyes darted between him and the woman in the doorframe. “I- I’m sorry. I’m sorry” you whimpered, holding your hands up in surrender as you slid past the pair and headed towards the front door.

“My mom hasn’t seen her either” Colin sighed, placing his phone back on the table. “Colin you need to keep the peas on your chin” Scarlett said as she picked up the frozen vegetables one again. Her fiancé pushed them away for tenth time “I don’t care about my jaw right now Scarlett I need to find y/n, she’s been gone for three hours and no one has seen her. It’s getting dark” Colin mumbled. The blonde pulled up a chair next to her partner “why did she hit you?” She delicately asked. “I don’t know” your dad sighed “I walked in and she was crying, she just flipped out on me” he said. “Has she ever done that before?” Scarlett questioned, running her fingers through the small curls on Colin’s neck. “No” he mumbled. “Try to think babe, has anything been bothering her? Anyone? Where’s her favourite place? Would she go somewhere she doesn’t know or stick to familiar places?” The blonde said, listing off possible ideas as to where you could be. “Oh my god” Your dad said, cutting Scarlett off from her questioning “her favourite place” he sighed.

The car rolled to a slow stop, the headlights illuminating the tress before it. Colin rushed to unbuckle his seatbelt, only pausing when Scarlett didn’t move. He gave her a questioning look, one that didn’t need words. “You go, I’ll be here” she said, encouraging him to approach. Your dad was silent as he climbed out of the car, as to not startle you. And even though the leaves crunched beneath his feet, you didn’t notice him until he spoke up behind you. “I bet your mom is surprised that you’re here this late” he said softly. You jumped slightly at his presence but kept your eyes glued to your mom’s headstone. “I bet she’s surprised that you turned up for one” you bit back. Colin found a dry patch of grass next to you and sat down “I’m sorry” he whispered “I-It’s not easy coming here” your dad mumbled. “It’s not supposed to be easy” you said coldly. “I know, but I’m trying okay” Colin sniffled. You snapped your head towards your father, alarmed at his emotional state, you’d never seen him cry before.

“I don’t wanna remember her this way, I wanna remember her as the gorgeous woman I fell in love with at that bar on fifth street. I wanna remember the colour of her eyes and the way her hair would fall out of her ponytail after a long day at work. I wanna remember the joy in her face when she found out she was pregnant and the way she caressed her belly, because she knew she was caressing you” Colin said, looking at you with tears rolling down his cheeks. “I don’t wanna remember you with her like this either. I wanna be able to cherish the nights I got home and the two of you were waiting up for me in bed, but you had already fallen asleep across her chest. I wanna remember the thousands of memories we spent together not the eternity she’ll be here” your dad sobbed. You didn’t know what to do, did you hug him? Should you speak? “I didn’t think you missed her that much” you whispered. “You never…cried, you never even looked sad that she was gone. You didn’t even cry at the funeral” you whimpered.

“You needed me to be strong. I didn’t want you to see me like that” Colin sobbed. You threw yourself into your dad’s arms as he cried out into the night sky. All this time you thought he was fine, that he was ok with your mom not being there. “Dad, look at me” you said, holding Colin’s stubbled chin “you don’t have to be strong anymore, let me be strong for you, we can be strong for each other” you cried. “I love you y/n” Colin sniffled “and I love your mom so much” he said. “And now you love Scarlett” you softly smiled. “I do, I love her so much, but I could never love her more than you. So if you want me to end things with Scarlett then I will. Just say the words” your dad said, finally gathering back some composure. “I don’t want that” you whispered “I just need mom to tell me it’s okay to accept her, and now she has” you smiled.

Colin looked perplexed until his eyes glanced towards your mothers headstone. Sat atop the stone was a beautiful Robin, quite in its presence but in no hurry to leave. “Oh my god” your dad exclaimed quietly. “Her favourite bird” you muttered. “Hi Marie” Colin sniffled. The two of you sat curled up for a few minutes until eventually the Robin flew gently above both your heads. You followed the bird in its path and watched as it set itself down on the car roof, just above Scarlett. “You wanna go home?” Colin asked you. “Yeah” you smiled. The blonde stepped out of the car as you returned to the vehicle, she was taken by surprise as you ran into her arms. “I’m sorry” you whispered. “I know, it’s okay” Scarlett said, tightening her hold on you. Your dad wrapped his arms around the two of you and that little Robin, your mom, flew off into the night. She knew her family was going to be okay.

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A/N: Finally part five is here! I’m sorry it’s been so long!

- Astara Bell

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[callsigns-haze]

A big bang (sneak peak)

Summary: Jake asks Bradley to help unpack and not everything goes as planned, especially for your plates.

Warning: Nothing much in fairness maybe language?

Authors note: I haven't wrote much for these two in ages and I miss them too much to not post for them again!

Pairing: Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader

English is not my first language so I apologies for mistakes

Could be read alone or as part of the little life universe

You adjusted Ellie against your hip as you stepped out of the bedroom, making your way down the hall. The faint sound of Rooster’s voice, followed by Jake’s unmistakable groan of frustration, drifted up the stairs, confirming that whatever had smashed earlier was definitely their fault.

Ellie gurgled against your shoulder, her tiny fingers grabbing a fistful of your sweater as you started down the stairs. You moved carefully, still a little unsteady from being sick, but determined to see what disaster awaited you.

As you reached the bottom, the scene in the living room came into view. Jake and Rooster stood frozen near the kitchen, surrounded by a mess of broken ceramic pieces and what looked like the remnants of a picture frame scattered across the floor.

Rooster was the first to spot you. “Oh, hey, corpse,” he greeted casually, as if he wasn’t standing in the middle of a crime scene. His eyes flickered to Ellie, and he grinned. “Hope this one doesn’t inherit either of your coordination skills.”

You raised an eyebrow, shifting Ellie higher on your hip. “Do I even want to know what happened?”

Jake let out a heavy sigh, running a hand down his face. “Rooster happened,” he grumbled. “Tried to ‘help’ move one of the boxes, tripped over thin air, and sent it flying into the wall.”

“It was not thin air,” Rooster defended, crossing his arms. “There was… something there.”

Jake shot him an unimpressed look. “Yeah, it’s called your own two feet.”

You pressed your lips together, fighting the urge to laugh as you glanced down at the mess. “So, what exactly broke?”

Jake exhaled, looking more annoyed than anything. “Just a frame. And one of the plates from your mom.”

You winced. “One of the nice ones?”

Jake’s silence was answer enough.

You sighed, rubbing Ellie’s back as she started to squirm. “Well, that’s great. Really great.”

Rooster coughed. “In my defence, I—”

Jake cut him off with a sharp look. “There is no defence, Bradshaw.”

You shook your head, suppressing a laugh. “Just… clean it up before Ellie decides she wants to crawl through it.”

Jake gave you a tired salute. “Yes, ma’am.”

Rooster grinned, nudging Jake with his elbow. “See? She is the boss.”

Jake groaned, bending down to start picking up the mess, while you just shook your head, already knowing this was far from the last disaster these two would cause.

You adjusted Ellie on your hip, bouncing her lightly as you stared at the mess on the floor. With a sigh, you looked up at Jake, suspicion creeping into your voice.

“Wait… were they the pretty black plates my mom gave me?”

Jake froze mid-reach, clearly debating whether or not lying was an option here. Rooster, on the other hand, had no such filter.

“Yup,” he answered immediately, nodding. “Smashed right into the wall. Shattered on impact. It was actually kinda impressive—”

Jake smacked him on the arm, shooting him a glare. “Dude.”

You closed your eyes for a moment, inhaling deeply through your nose. Ellie let out a little gurgle, oblivious to the silent devastation unfolding in your chest.

“You broke my favourite plates?” you said, opening your eyes to glare at them both.

Jake sighed, rubbing the back of his neck. “It was an accident, darlin’. I swear, I was nowhere near it. Bradley was the one who—”

Rooster threw his hands up. “Okay, technically, yes, but in my defence—”

“There is no defence!” Jake shot back, exasperated.

You groaned, shifting Ellie to your other arm. “Jake, those were special. My mom gave them to us when we moved in together.”

Jake softened, stepping toward you with his hands up in surrender. “I know, sugar, I know. I’ll make it up to you. I’ll find a replacement.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You think you’re gonna find handmade black ceramic plates that my mom had custom-made for us? Where, Jake?”

Rooster cleared his throat. “Etsy?”

You shot him a glare so sharp that he took a step back.

Jake sighed, reaching out to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear. “I really am sorry, darlin’. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen to them if I could help it.”

You huffed, shifting Ellie again as she started to gnaw on your shoulder. “You owe me for this, Seresin.”

Jake smirked, leaning in closer. “I always owe you, sweetheart.”

Rooster made a gagging noise. “God, you two are disgustingly domestic.”

You rolled your eyes, waving them both off. “Just clean it up before I change my mind about forgiving you.”

Jake chuckled, pressing a quick kiss to your temple before turning back to the mess. Rooster grumbled under his breath but joined in, and you just shook your head, still mourning your poor, beautiful plates.

[keelt9]

Episode 2

Masterlist / OP-2

The “small” dinner is everything less small, a couple of tables in the fountain garden as strange people along familiar faces walk around with drinks and eating appetizers. 

Ford and I stand in the entrance trying to process the anger, he extends his arm for I can grab it, looking into each other's eyes, we know it, let’s the show begin.

As we walk we say hi to family friends and small investors mom and dad had, all happy to see us.

“The little kids running around here now, two grown up adults.” We heard it said. 

Aunt Gina approaches with a glass on her hand. “Dressed in black.” 

Ford answers with his charming smile. “Going appropriate to the occasion.” People around us giggled as they split leaving aunt Gina and us. 

“Have you…” My question left in the air when we heard the raising voice of our father.

“HERE THEY ARE!” Ford and I grab Aunt Gina's arms with big pleading eyes.

“Please, don’t, don’t make us go there.” Aunt Gina laughs but turns us around, she’s sending us there. 

As we turn around we see mom and dad fancy dress surrounder for an amount of expensive suits smiling and asking us to come with their hands, one more turn around for a last begging but Aunt Gina is already talking with other people. 

We see each other, it’s not the way out. 

As we walk to the fancy people I bet both of us feel our disagreement increase in every step, also as we do it, I recognize a familiar face. 

“Ladies and gentlemans, our lovely twins.” Dad said with the normal proud smile on his face, grabbing mom's hand.

The honey boy.

“We heard a lot about you.” A man said with a drink in his hand, Zak Brown, the director of McLaren. “It’s a pleasure.”

Ford smirks as we shake hands with every person there, even with the honey boy.

“I bet you already know our drivers, we made an effort for them to be here.” The ego in every word, like this will be the hardest task to do; even when they search our father first, it makes Ford blood boil.

“We don’t actually, F1, is very far off our radar.” Ford spits back full straight holding my arm. “After all, you looked for our father first, still we keep wondering, why?”

“We can call it mutual.” Zak replied but he just kept hitting a hard wall, called Ford Esco.

“You can do it.” Ford smiles at me as I wink at him.

“We call it, for what it is.” I replay smiling at them. Mom smirks as dad just shakes his head, he knows the risk of it.

“Either way, it’s a pleasure.” Our political smiles are easily distinguishable from the way our parents look at us.

“I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, THEY HERE!” Mom giggles seeing at our backs. “THE ESCO TWINS!”

Raising his voice with a glass on his hand, Timothe, the only son of aunt Gina appears among the crowd wearing a fancy suit, a black one too. 

“If you excuse us.” Ford said as we turned around with a genuinely smile finding Tim on the way.

Tim hugs tight Ford, patting laud his back, then he tilts his head opening his arms, softly hugs me. “Mom said you need a hand to get out of there.” He whispered to me.

“Our savior.” I said as he nodded and raised his glass.

In our childhood we spent every weekend together, as we grew up and we went to college, our meetings became erratic; until that point, we see each other every Christmas and New Year, still being together is always a balm for the heart.

The rest of the dinner passed really smoothly, we kept far away but enjoyed the company of Tim and aunt Gina, by the time the toast came we thought we were mentally prepared.

With an awful speech about working like a team and all the things you need to say when you’re about to start a new business, set the beginning of the new alliance between McLaren and Altamira Cacao.

We hear and see people clap loudly when we barely can raise our hands, aunt Gina grabs Ford's hands for clapping and Tim grabs mine and does the same.

“I’ll keep an eye on them, don’t worry.” Tim said as we raised our glasses. “Otherwise, grandpas would want to rise from their graves.” 

I can’t agree more with that. 

After all the protocol ends, finally the “party” begins, people start to drink more freely. You can notice the ups and downs of the waitress and the loud laughs and cheerful conversation.

Ford and Tim quickly were pulled away by a couple of girls, after all they had that special charm that made them blush and giggle as fights for acting cool. 

I keep observing everything from the fountain, the school uniforms now are suits and dresses but the scene is the same as years ago.

“Do you mind if I stand here?” The honey boy said with a drink on his hand. 

The fountain is a proper distance from the talkings and the soft music from the violins. 

I shake my head barely looking at him, entertained for the way Ford purely laughs and the girl's face turns red. 

“You’re genuinely almost identical.” He said observing Ford too. “I mean, we heard that you’re identical but I thought it’s just something you say after you know people for so long but you are.”

“That’s why we’re twins.” I narrow my eyes. “Boy.” I point to Ford. “Girl.” I point at me. “But twins.”

The honey boy smirks. “You’re pretty though.” He said in the most random way causing me to scoff and he looked at me. “I mean, please don’t offend but you are.”

“You had a peculiar way of giving compliments.” I smile softly at him. “Am, no, I’m not offended. I would if you said my brother is prettier than me.”

He laughs as his head turns around. 

“I’m Oscar.” He extends his hand. “Oscar Piastri.”

I take his hand shaking it. “Y/N Esco.” 

“I want to introduce myself properly without the tense atmosphere around there.” He said let my hand go. “I think we're not your favorite partnership.”

Taking a sip of my drink I nod. “Long story, nothing against you, I mean, you'll drown here too.” 

He opened and closed his mouth moving his eyes around the place. “It’s ok, for the way my horse acts around you, I bet you’re a good one…of the few.”

My smile came automatically when he saw me with a soft one, a genuine one.

Our small talk was interrupted by Nanny who said a few of the guests were already leaving and wanted to say goodbye to Ford and I.

“Well, I have to go.” I stand feeling that sharp at my back making me scrunch my nose. “Keep having a good night Oscar.”

He nods with his head tilted but a concerned eyes.

The rest of the night I barely saw him among the crowd; by noon, Tim came with an idea, what about a bonfire like we were kids, runaway for this dinner. Ford and I didn't  need to think for more than one second.

We run away from the dinner and spend the night until the sunrise on the horizon, seeing how the bonfire extinguishes wearing our pjs and eating an insane amount of cookies, marshmallows and chocolate of course.

Around 6 am, we go back to the house; Ford and I right back to our rooms and Tim with aunt Gina, they will come back for dinner when all these people leave and before we do too to college and he to his work.

I woke up to the increasing mumbles outside of the house, with eyes barely open I went down to the kitchen where like usual Nanny is sitting reading a book.

“Morning.” I saw Nanny pointing to the table next to the window. “What?”

I jump, seeing Oscar sit having breakfast, looking at Nanny back. 

“He was left behind.” She said avoiding more questions. “Your parents took the few people that are still here, to downtown, this young boy and you were still sleeping.”

“Where is Ford?” Nanny giggles as she stands for serving my breakfast.

“He came down for water at the wrong time.” I walk slowly to the other side of the table. “Thankfully Mr. Viestro appears at the right time and asks him if he could go with him.”

That means Ford will be out all day. Mr. Viestro, he’s a friend for the family, he grew vanilla; with Ford in his last semesters of Agricultural Engineering he loved to spend the day there, hearing and walking around the place.

“He said if you want to go, call him and he will come to pick you.” Nanny said putting my plate and my juice in front of me.

Oscar seems so immersed in his phone, probably he ignores us all the time, so I actually consider…

“Please don’t worry about me, I’ll be in the living room, reading, if you don’t mind.” He feels our eyes on him but he doesn't lift his.

Nanny raises her shoulders and walks away, just in the moment Kaila enters, running her cap on and her boots too. 

“NANNY! Can you prepare me a huge sandwich?” Kaila didn't notice I’m there. “Dad will let me ride again. I don't want to be hungry and Vanilla must be hungry too.”

I giggle making her turn around. “I’m afraid Rachel won’t let you feed her with a sandwich.” 

Kaila smiles running at me as Nanny starts to prepare a small sandwich. “Why not? It has grains, vegetables, ham, and cheese.” 

I grabbed her face. “That’s good for you.” I wink at her. “A horse needs other things.” 

Kaia clicks her tongue. “Ok, Nanny, please a simple one.” 

Nanny nods, already in the last touch of her sandwich. “Hey! Honey boy.” 

Kaila makes me choke with my juice, as she extends her hand for a high five Oscar. “Y/N called you yesterday like that.”

“Kaila!” I said, trying to breathe again.

She downplayed importance. “I see you find a way to come here.” Oscar high five with her. “I’m Kaila, the pupil of Y/N.”

“Oscar.” He saw me before continuing. “The honey boy.”

I want to go with Ford, so bad.

Nanny saved me. “Ok, little pupil, let’s go. Sandwich ready.” Nanny gives her sandwich as she extends her hand for Kaila grabs it. “I’ll go with you, or else you'll let the big kids go out before Rachel ends her routine.”

Kaila already did it a couple of times, she cheated one of the boys in charge of the horse so he takes one of them to the arena where she keeps observing to the other side of the fence as she tells them about her day.

“Do you need anything else?” Nanny asked, grabbing my shoulder. Suggesting a way to erase the last minutes it’s foolish.

Still I just barely shake my head as my eyes go down to my plate.

“Everything is fine, thanks.” Oscar said standing. “I’ll be in the living room.”

Nanny and Kaila leave as he’s about to, but my mouth speaks before my brain processes my words. 

“Oscar, have you ever ridden a horse?” I hit my forehead mentally, I feel bad for him being locked in a living room with so many things to see around this place.

He turns around, hands in the front pocket of his hoodie. “No.”

“Do you want to?” I lifted my eyes ready to find a mocking expression, instead I found a soft smirk.

An hour later with my head clear due the breakfast and a bath I regret my words as I wait for him in my dad's office, next to the living room, spinning around his chair.

“I could leave him with the boys.” I whisper to myself. “That’s so rude.” I answer myself. 

I hide my face in my hands. “Damn it.”

The soft knock on the door before it opens let me know Oscar is there. I turn around to find him ready to go.

“Ready.” He said with a spark of excitement in his voice, definitely it would be rude to let him go alone.

We walked the same path that Bill guided him, the silence broke as we entered the stables where people are cleaning each one of them.

“It’s huge.” Oscar said as he observed each one of them. “I mean they seem huge but now it's absolutely huge.”

“Well, a horse must be there comfy and free, it must be huge.” I said waving my hand to the people who were cleaning the stables. “Have you ever been with a horse?”

“Of course.” He answers looking back as we walk outside of the stables. “Yesterday.”

I chuckle at the fact that is actually true. “I mean, yeah, but besides yesterday.”

“Oh, no, never.” We passed the arena, and we could start to see the green field. 

He observed carefully the open field surrounded by big trees with people walking around making sure the horses are fine but giving it their space. Next to the big tree, Marcus, James and Rachel are observing, Kaila just sits over Vanilla as she grabs the rein with a big smile on her face.

“Oh my.” Oscar lost the air in every word. “This is…”

“Beautiful.” I said as I stood next to him, he’s observing all around. 

“That is quite short.” He said looking at me with a smile. “Asthonign.” 

I smile at him. “Let’s go, Marcus and James will help you.”

“Wait, you don’t ride one?” I stop feeling my skin crawl but I get myself together without seeing him.

“I… I’m…I…” Oscar laid his hand over my shoulder so I could see him. I bet he noticed how it affects such a simple question.

“You want me to be the focus of the attention, I got it.” The moment my eyes meet his, he winks at me, strangely calming me.

The first one who saw me was Nebula, the oldest of our mare, gray with soft touches of black, 21 years old expressed in how calmly she approaches us with big eyes as she lends her head for me to extend my hand and she can touch it with her mouth.

“Holy!” The first impression didn’t change. Oscar exclaimed, jumping backwards, making me giggle. 

“Oscar met the oldest of all, Nebula.” Oscar mumbles a word of affirmation but he keeps his distance. “You know if you want to ride one, you must be close to one.” 

I grab his hand and extend his palm. “Just stay still.” Nebula carefully smelling him before leaning his mouth on his hand. 

“Hi Nebula.” He relaxes every second, Nebula walks away, letting know all the horses we’re here.

One by one approaches as I introduce them, but Pharaon keeps his distance just walking closer when Azabache comes to us. 

“He didn’t like me at all, huh?” Oscar mentioned after Azabache ran with his father. 

“I guess you must win him, gradually.” Oscar nods like he’s in the middle of a race with a goal to reach. 

“Now I see why there is so much fuss.” James approchs us. “James.” He extends his hand to Oscar. 

“Oscar.” He shook his hand, observing all the horses.

“He comes to ride one.” I keep thinking. “Well, I hope he does.”

James nods with a smile. “Right, I’ll go for…”

I observed around, taking my time with each one of them. Pharaon and Azabache are out of the list for sure, Nebula and Koa seem comfortable around him. 

“You choose between Nebula and Koa.” I said, extending my hand.

“What?” James chuckles, as Oscar observes the two horses. “Any suggestions?”

This time I genuinely laughed. “We just did, anyone you choose, you’ll be fine.”

He took a couple of seconds, then he glup. “Koa.”

For 30 minutes all around there were fighting for not laughing, after Koa was prepared with all he needed, Oscar got up with a slight tremble in his hands grabbing the lead tight for the way his knuckles turned white and his legs grabbed tight the back of Koa. 

Koa keeps sighing but he stays calm. 

“I’ll give him a hand.” I said walking back where Marcus and James are with Oscar trying to calm him down.

“Yes, please, otherwise, Koa will be mad by the end of the day.” Rachel said as Kaila shared her sandwich with her. 

I reached them, Oscar seems to be fighting for his life over Koa. “Can I?” 

James and Marcus nod, giving us a proper distance, Oscar sighs. “That bad, huh?”

I click my tongue patting Koa's head. “To be a guy who drives a car so freaking fast, yeah.” 

Oscar laughs, relaxing the grip over the lead. “The car isn't alive, he is.”

“And you’re making him give up.” I put my hand over his and guide to the side of the Koa’s neck.

Koa’s heartbeat calmly as he breathes in slowly, Oscar wide open his eyes, feeling the heartbeat. 

“Close your eyes.” He does as I keep talking. “And take a deep breath with him.” He does. “See, he trusts you, now, it’s your turn to trust him.”

Oscar keeps like that for a couple of seconds, until he opens his eyes, sits properly and nods to me. His body relaxes, knuckles back to his normal color, and his legs relax at both sides of Koa.

I pat the back of Koa twice so he starts to walk with a trembling but calm driver over his back.

We spend a full day with the horses as Oscar asks questions about all he can; we answer each one of them calmly, kind of surprised that he’s so interested in them. When lunch time reaches us, Nanny sends us a small picnic so we eat it under one of the small tents next to the open field, with the horses just perking from time to time and see if we are still there. 

As the sun came down, it’s time for the horses to go back to getting ready to rest. One by one Oscar waves his hand and says goodbye with their names. 

Pharaon didn’t turn around; he just kept pushing Azabache as he continued walking; Koa was another story. He waits until Oscar extends his hand for he leans his mouth over his. 

“Sorry big boy.” Oscar apologizes, Koa sighs as he keeps walking. “THANK YOU!” 

He turns around with a big smile. “And thanks to you.” He breath in. “Thanks to you too, I have an amazing day.”

I nod, even though it's 6 pm, the weather starts to get cold, the temperature drops and the fact I just barely sit, makes my back hurt, as I shiver. 

Oscar takes his hoodie and puts it over my shoulders, taking me by a surprise. “Sorry, you must be tired and I kept you…”

“It’s not you.” The breeze brings the strong smell of the cacao. “I had an accident a couple of years ago.”

I don’t know if it’s because of my tiredness or the strange warmth I feel but I feel a need to speak with someone who doesn’t look at me with sadness.

I need to let it out.

A couple of years ago, mom found a horse along the road, it seemed tired, sick and in really bad conditions, due Rachel's rejection that he stay, mom insisted that she wouldn’t let it alone. 

Rachel didn't mean that, she meant to make sure someone who specializes in this kind of cases will come for him that night, but mom insisted that who better than hers. 

Around that time I was in a pretty good moment; a few months ago I just won my second championship with Obsidian; Cocoa just got pregnant so she was out of any kind of plans for equestrian.

For months we keep an eye on that horse, at the beginning he seems reluctant to anyone approach him but with time he starts to trust on us; as I keep training with Obsidian he begins to get related with the oher horses, so we believed he was actually making progress with us. Rachel, James and Pharaon didn’t believe the same.

With the beginning of another championship, I was pretty excited, the kind of emotions that clouds any rational thought. 

One day as I saw Nebula keep calm around the new horse, an irrational idea crossed my mind. I wanted to train the new boy.

He was never riding for someone, it was a stupidly thought and everyone warned me that but I think like mom, if she gave him a chance why would I not.

Apparently he waited for us to put all over him as I prepared myself watching him into his eyes, any warning signs were visible. 

James, Bill and Walther, my coach, keep by our side as I get over him, and we wait.

I asked them to please keep their distance, we were on the open field so he would remain calm.

Until he didn't.

By the time they all took their distance he walked away and then started to jump even though I tried to calm him down he was so scared and freaked out that he refused to listen. I tried to grab the reins tight but slowly I started to get scared too.

When Cocoa noticed what was happening, she ran to me but that was the only thing I needed to get distracted.

She was in her last month of pregnancy, forcing her could bring bad consequences.

Without realising I loosen my grip, the horse stands on two legs and I fall backwards.

“The only thing I remember was seeing Cocoa getting between me and the horse standing on two legs.” We walk until the small hill where we sit, Oscar observing me carefully. “I woke up 5 days later with …a massive pain all over my body.” I wipe a tear. “I just want to know one thing.”

“About Cocoa.” He complet my phrase as I nodded.

“She had premature labour, even Rachel and James did everything they could, Cocoa has the appearance of only being tired…” Oscar grabs my hand tight. “While I was stuck in a fucking hospital bed, she was fighting for keep another day alive.”

I gripped his hand trying to gain strength. “She died 10 days later.” I let the tears run. “As I was in the middle of surgery.”

I take my time, unable to stop the words coming out.

“I really really tried to stand up, physically and mentally, but when I finally thought and rode a horse, a strong and constant pain appeared on my ribs.” I lift the Oscars hoodie, and my clothes so he can see the bump magenta scar at the side of my ribs.

“8 months ago I underwent another surgery.” Oscar helps me to set my clothes back again. “This time the doctors decided to keep my diagnosis as a be anyone's call.”

“And?” He looks hopeful for the way he grips right and moves his eyes around my face.

“I don't know.” I take my hand. “Monthly I received a letter with the diagnosis but I never dare to open it.” 

“Why?!” He sat facing me. “I mean, why? You love this, I can clearly see if, why…why?”

“I'm scared.” I put my hands on the pocket of the hoodie. “I lost Cocoa, I loved her till the end of the world.”

I sigh. “I fool myself, pretending I can still have a hope of being up on a horse one more time.”

“What if you actually could?!” Oscar stands walking around me. “I mean what if the letter has the words you need.”

“What if it doesn't?” He probably won't realise it but we started to walk back to the house as he kept thinking and saying things that could help me.

“I probably me…why did you tell me this?” Making me smirk.

“Why not?” I open the door of the kitchen. “You listen and look at me with hope. I'm thankful for that besides I haven't anything to lose.”

Oscar holds the door as I get in. “You're a formula one driver, until yesterday someone we didn’t know each other existed, probably you would forget this in 3-4 days, and it's ok, I'm ok with that.”

Oscar blinked a couple of times but he didn't have time to answer because one of the people who came with them found us in the hallway of the living room.

“Oscar, leaving in 20.”

I took the hoodie and gave it to him. “Thanks Oscar, thank you so much.”

[lupinsweater]

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Teacher!James Potter x Single Mom!Reader 💌 2.2k words

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Friday rolled around at a snail’s pace.

Somehow, you thought this date with James was the most nerve-wracking thing you’d ever done. Scarier than moving out alone for the first time, or going to your first doctor’s appointment alone, or even finding out you were pregnant with Charlie.

You had spent the previous night tossing and turning, playing every possible scenario in your head until you were satisfied you were prepared for almost anything. The few hours Charlie had been gone at school were a nightmare of trying on outfits over and over again, struggling to get your eyeliner right, and pacing your bedroom floor. Lily had offered to pick Charlie up from school, so as the time for your date approached, you left early. About 20 minutes early, to be exact. Just in case.

You spotted him before he saw you.

James stood just outside The Mossy Mug, shifting on his feet slightly, his hands tucked behind his back. His glasses were starting to fog from the cold, and his hair was as messy as ever, like he’d been running his fingers through it nervously all afternoon. When he finally saw you, his face lit up with a smile so warm it made you forget how chilly it was.

“You’re early,” he said.

“So are you,” you teased. “Unless I got the time wrong?”

James shook his head, grinning mischievously. “Nope. Just eager.”

“Eager, huh?”

He exhaled, a dramatic sigh escaping his lips. “It’s tragic, really. Some might even say I’m desperate.”

You giggled, your nerves dissipating. “Well, I appreciate the honesty.”

“Figured you would.” His grin softened, and he finally pulled his hands from behind his back, revealing a small bouquet of flowers wrapped in brown paper and tied with yarn.

Your breath caught slightly.

“I, uh…” James rubbed the back of his head, suddenly sheepish. “They’re from my garden. Well- Remus’ garden, technically. He’s the one with the green thumb, I just steal from it.”

You stared at the bouquet, suddenly at a loss for words. It wasn’t anything extravagant- a mix of soft pink roses, lavender, and baby’s breath, along with some delicate greenery you didn’t recognize- but it was beautiful, and so personal it made your chest ache.

“You brought me flowers?”

James hesitated for half a second. “Too much?” he asked, a pretty blush dusting his cheeks.

You reached out, taking them from his hands gently. “No!” You looked up at him with a small smile, your voice softer now. “They’re perfect.”

James immediately brightened. “Yeah?”

You nodded, inhaling the soft scent of the lavender and roses. “Yeah.”

He exhaled, clearly relieved. “Thank God. I was really banking on you being the kind of person who likes flowers, but I realized too late that I never actually asked.”

You laughed at his nervous rambling, your hand resting on his arm softly in what you hoped was a soothing gesture. “I do. Like flowers, I mean.”

“Good. Because I would’ve had to dramatically throw them in the bin if you didn’t, and that would’ve been tragic. Remus wouldn’t ever be able to look you in the eyes again.”

“I think you guys would’ve survived.”

“Debatable.” James grinned, then gestured towards the door. “Shall we?”

You nodded, following him inside, the warmth of the cafe washing over the two of you as the door shut behind you. It was a cute little place, the dark oak floors and stone walls with moss crawling up them making it seem like you’d ducked into a little fantasy world. The scent of coffee and fresh pastries lingered in the air, mingling with the floral fragrance from the bouquet in your hands in a way that made you feel sated and giddy.

James steered the two of you towards the counter, letting you order before placing his own and thrusting his card into the hands of the barista before you could give her your card. You made a small noise of indignation but didn’t stop him, and the two of you accepted your mugs gratefully before finding a table by the window, bathed in sun and tucked away from the rest of the shop.

“Okay, honest question,” he said after you’d settled into a comfortable silence, tapping his fingers against the mug nervously. “Did you really think this was a coffee as a date thing, or were you just teasing me?”

You tilted your head, a small smile on your lips as you set your mug down. “You tell me.”

He huffed a small laugh. “Well, if it’s a date, that means I get to ask you out again.”

You smirked playfully at him. “And if it’s not?”

“Then I’ll just have to get really creative about how I phrase the next ‘not-a-date’ invitation.”

You took a slow sip from your mug, pretending to be conflicted about how to respond, amused by how anxiously he seemed to be waiting for your answer. Finally, you decided to put him out of his misery.

“Well,” you said softly, setting your cup down. “Lucky for you, it’s a good thing I thought- well, hoped- that it would be a coffee as a date thing.”

James’ grin was immediate, like he’d known that would be your answer all along. “Lucky me.”

“Lucky you.”

The conversation flowed naturally after that. He told you stories about the kids- how funny it was they seemed to speak without a filter, how much he loved seeing them grow throughout the year, and how hard it was when it was all over. You talked about your work, in return, along with your favorite books, little childhood memories that seemed to slip into the conversation without any effort. The longer you talked, the more it became obvious that with James, things were easy.

At some point, when the cafe had started to empty out, James leaned back in his seat and glanced towards the window. “It’s a nice afternoon. Want to take a walk?”

You nodded, and soon the two of you were strolling through a nearby park. The crisp autumn air carried the faint scent of damp leaves and distant chimney smoke, and the sounds of children laughing and dogs barking filled your ears.

James had his hands tucked into his jacket pockets, his breath curling through the air like cigarette smoke when he exhaled. He’d been quiet for a moment, which seemed unusual for him, and when you braved a glance at him, his brows were furrowed, clearly deep in thought.

You nudged him lightly with your arm that wasn’t holding the bouquet. “You look like you’re working really hard over there.”

He let out a soft breath of laughter, shaking his head. “Yeah, uh…I’m just trying to figure out how to bring this up without sounding like-” He trailed off with a groan. “Nope, there’s no way to do this smoothly. I’m just gonna say it.”

You raised an eyebrow, waiting.

“Is this about…?”

James nodded, glancing at you, then away again, his cheeks tinged pink. “About that drawing Charlie did…”

Your steps slowed as your heart did a funny little dance in your chest.

James noticed your silence, his words suddenly coming out in a rush as though he was afraid things were awkward. “I mean, obviously, he’s a kid, and kids say stuff, and I know that can be-it can be a lot, maybe? I don’t want to freak you out or anything, but I didn’t want to not bring it up, but also, I-”

You turned to look at him abruptly, which was a mistake, because the sight of James Potter rambling nervously was rare and overwhelmingly endearing. You thought for once you might have more confidence in this situation than he did.

Almost.

Because the second your brain fully processed what was happening, you were suddenly the one who was flustered.

And James?

He noticed.

His rambling stopped abruptly, his eyes narrowing slightly at you as his lips parted in realization.

“Oh,” he murmured, his expression shifting from nervousness to something else entirely that made your insides feel hot. “Wait a second.”

You kept walking, pretending you couldn’t hear him.

He wasn’t having it.

“Hold on, hold on,” James said, grabbing your arm to keep you from moving further. His voice was way too smug. “You’re flustered.”

You scoffed, ignoring the warmth in your cheeks. “I am not flustered.”

James laughed, eyes twinkling as he stepped closer to you. “Oh, you absolutely are.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“Mmhmm.”

“I’m ignoring you now.”

James smirked, tilting his head slightly. “Interesting.”

You exhaled sharply, keeping your gaze on the path ahead as the two of you began walking again. “What’s interesting?” You murmured after a moment.

“That it’s not just Charlie who likes the idea of me in the family portrait.”

Your stomach flipped.

You turned sharply to glare at him, but that only seemed to amuse him further. His grin turned into a smirk, and you could see how much he was enjoying this.

“I hate that I brought this up,” you muttered, speeding up your pace as you tried to get away from his teasing. However, as he was much taller than you, he kept up with you easily.

“I brought it up, actually.”

“I swear to God-”

“Not my fault you’re getting all worked up about it.”

You groaned, shoving his arm lightly. James, in true James fashion, just laughed, grabbing your wrist for a second before letting go.

“Okay, okay,” he said, amusement still clear in his voice. “I’ll be nice.”

“Really?” You said, raising your eyebrows. “That’s a first.”

James gasped dramatically, a hand over his chest. “That hurts, actually.”

“You’re a big boy. I’m sure you’ll recover.”

He laughed again, shaking his head before looking at you again, his expression softening with sincerity. “You know, for what it’s worth…I did really like that drawing.”

You paused, looking back at him. “Yeah?” you said, your voice sounding annoyingly breathless.

James nodded, his voice soft as well. “Yeah. And- not to push my luck, or anything- but I wouldn’t mind if that’s where things were going.”

Your stomach flipped again.

He must have caught the way your breath hitched because his smirk returned, slower this time. Softer, more deliberate.

“Hey, no pressure,” he said, his voice sincere and teasing at the same time. “We can always let Charlie keep doing the work for us.”

You narrowed your eyes, although a soft chuckle escaped your lips. “You’re loving this, aren’t you?”

“Oh, yeah,” James admitted, grinning. “I mean, this is great. I barely have to tease you, and you’re losing composure.” His shoulder bumped lightly into yours. “It’s an ego boost, for sure.”

“I hate you.”

“Do you?”

You bit your lip, and James smirked. “You like me enough to want me in your family portrait.”

You groaned, turning to bury your face in his shoulder as he laughed.

“Okay, okay, I’m done,” James said, bringing his arm around your shoulder and rubbing it soothingly before you pulled back.

“I don’t believe you.”

“See? You know me already.”

You smiled at him, and the two of you kept walking, the air settling between you into something warm and soft. And then- before you could think about it too much, without second-guessing it- you reached over and took his hand.

James was the one to freeze this time.

His hand was stiff for half a second before his fingers curled around yours softly, his palm warm and large against yours. It felt like the most natural thing in the world, like it was meant to be there. When you glanced over at him, his teasing smirk was still there, but his eyes were soft, something gentle and pleased flickering behind them.

“Well, well,” he tutted, squeezing your hand tighter. “Look who’s making the first move.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to ignore the way your heart was pounding in your throat. “You were literally just talking about how you wanted to be in my family portrait.”

“Hey, now. I said I wouldn’t mind if that’s where things were going,” James corrected, his thumb moving in slow, soothing circles against the back of your hand. “But yeah, I guess you’re right.”

You hummed softly in acknowledgement, your lips tugging into a soft smirk. “So, technically, you did make the first move.”

James grinned, leaning in closer. “You’re the one holding my hand, lovely.”

You scoffed, your cheeks red, but your grip on his didn’t loosen.

“It’s a shame, really,” he mused, looking far too smug. “If I’d known I could win you over this easily with a bit of light teasing, I would have started months ago.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, but when he laughed, warm and genuinely happy as he squeezed your hand again, you couldn’t help but smile too.

A comfortable silence settled between the two of you as you kept walking, hands intertwined. Despite the cool autumn air, warmth settled between the two of you- undeniable and steady.

[starman-john-tracy]

Pink Hair, Does Care [RP]

scramjettracy:

Scott decided to divert John from thoughts of Gordon lest the rage return. “Oh yes. Bright purple. You remember the time a friend persuaded me to dye my hair blue?” “I don’t recall BLUE… no….” John clearly couldn’t resist a slight snigger at Scott’s embarrassed grin. He knew full well that all his little brothers would be able to recall was a sickly snot-green, a lot of yelling and stomping and their big brother wearing a baseball cap 24/7. It made him cringe to remember his own idiocy but if John was laughing at him then he wasn’t worrying about his own problems. “Yah, well. I knew I had to bleach it first but I was too impatient to leave the right gap before adding the blue dye… which proved to be sub-optimal.” “Imagine YOU rushing into something.” “Imagine.” They reached Scott’s en-suite, his one concession to the billionaire-playboy lifestyle. The sun pouring through the huge skylights and glinting at him off the the blue quartz tiles rarely failed to cheer him up but John seemed immune. Little brother averted his eyes from the large mirror and perched like a melancholy squirrel on the toilet seat. Scott began to rummage through the under-sink cabinets. The miracle shampoo seemed to be at the back of a crowd of half empty bottles, crammed in and left to be sorted another day but he didn’t have time for that now. He pulled everything else out on to the floor in order to reach what was needed… Then swore as he remembered too late that some were made of glass. The nauseatingly strong cologne he’d hidden shortly after unwrapping Grandma’s Christmas gift fizzed slightly as it merged with ancient headlice killer and the remainder of the weird hair tonic Dad always used and Scott had never quite had the heart to throw away. John flinched, whether at the smash, the smell or the cursing it was hard to say. “It’s fine, I’ve got it!” Scott raised the paint-stripper shampoo in triumph. “Scott! There’s glass RIGHT by your hand.” “I see it.” He shuffled his feet to rebalance and raised his hand slowly from where it had been supporting his weight. “Ok I’ll deal with this - why don’t you take this in there…” he gestured towards the frosted shower enclosure that Gordon had once There was some shuffling and muttering before John’s PJs came flying over the top of the cubicle and a whoosh as the multiple shower jets were activated. “Temperature control’s on the left, Johnny.” “I operate a state of the art space station, Scott. And don’t call me that.” “Sure, sure.” Scott gingerly picked up the larger pieces of glass and dropped them into the waste basket. “Give it two or three goes with the shampoo and let it sit before you rinse it out. Don’t get it in your eyes.” There was a frustrated water-smothered mumble that Scott decided to take as confirmation instructions had been received. A few minutes passed before his brother spoke up again. “So, I already knew you dyed yours pond sludge green but how does that explain Mom’s hair being purple?”

"I remember your green phase." John snorts, "Gordon kept calling you mouldy, and Mom got real mad because it wasn't very kind." There's usually something soft and sad when any of them talk about their mother, but the fondness in John's tone covers it, "I'm glad it didn't last long."

Quietly, John's also relieved that he's not the only one of his brothers not cut out for brightly dyed hair.

The bottle breaks and John winces as an intense, chemical sharpness, a blend of artificial acrid sweetness and harsh, synthetic musk fills the air.

"Geez," John's nose wrinkles, "That's genuinely awful, was that supposed to be one of his pranks too? ...Don't cut your fingers." He adds, ever the voice of reason, as Scott reaches for the glass shards. "Go find a dustpan, hotshot."

While Scott's back is turned, John strips to his shorts then scrambles into the shower. Unsurprisingly, he has a lot less trouble operating the unit, an identical model to the one in his own room, than Scott seems to suspect.

Then again... John has only been on Earth fourteen hours. It's the kind of thing it's probably smart to remind him of - like the fact there's no 0G to float cups when he reaches out and leaves them in mid-air.

Scowling at the flash of pink reflected in the shower unit's shiny surface, John starts scrubbing Scott's miracle shampoo through his hair.