#my aunt is having a fun time playing show and tell

[kitsunabi]

I am in not-US.

[not-the-grave]

the depth of abandonment trauma i'm discovering i have is kind of insane

[lostbookmark]

MDNI 🔞

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Summary: After the death of your brother and his wife. You find yourself adjusting to a new role in your life. A single parent to your teenage nephew. How do you help him heal? How do you help yourself heal? You're not sure. You don't think you can, until an annoying basketball coach enters your life and turns everything around.

Pairing: Basketball Coach Yoongi x Single Aunt F. Reader

Genre: Romance, Angst, Smut, Strangers to Lovers,

Warnings: Death Of Parents / Brother/ Family, Car Accident (Cause), Swearing, Explicit Sex, Arguments, Physical Fighting, Past Abusive Relationship, Talks Of Domestic Violence, Gore (Horror Movie)

You lean back on your elbows, tilting your face up to the sky. The final heat wave of the year had finally passed, and the evenings were starting to become much cooler with a welcoming breeze. With your eyes closed, you take in the sun rays before the gray clouds take over the clear sky, making the little warmth they offer sparse.

“OOOHHHHHH, nothing but net once again,” Nicky yells as you hear the basketball go through the hoop. “I'm on fire tonight.”

Smiling to yourself, you push your sunglasses up your head and look at him and Yoongi running around the park's concret court chasing after one another, trying to take the round orange ball from the other person. Yoongi had approached you carefully throughout the week, texting you during the day to make plans with you after practice. If you said you were busy, he dropped it. If you gave him the go-ahead, he showed up for dinner and a simple walk to the park that was just down the road from your house. This is the second time this week you have sat here watching them play on a set of metal bleachers. They weren't practicing, going over plays. They were just….having fun. No pressure, no expectation, just having fun. Just two people running around playing one on one because they enjoyed it.

“Come on, sunshine,” Nicky calls out, waving you over. “Come out and play with us.”

“I'll pass, thanks,” you call back, waving your hand, dismissing them.

“You're boring,” he complains and sits down on the court, pulling out his phone.

Yoongi walks over to you, casually dribbling the ball between his two hands. Sitting down next to you, he throws the ball in the air, making you catch it as it comes down in front of your face.

“Why does he call you sunshine?” He asks, leaning back, mimicking your previous position. “I don't think I have ever heard him use your name.”

“You know that song?” You ask, squinting your eyes under the glare of the sun as you look over at him. “You are my sunshine….,” you start to sing as he nods. “Yeah, that’s it. I sang it to him all the time when he was little. My dad and my brother even call me sunshine most of the time. The name just kind of stuck after all these years.”

“He was telling me about his dad,” he informs you.

“Really?” You ask, surprised that he was opening up to him. “What did he say? He doesn't ever really talk about him.”

“Yeah,” Yoongi confirms, nodding his head. “He didn't say much. Just that his dad was a really good basketball player, too. He led his high school team to the state championship.”

“He did, and they won,” you tell him. “He played in college for a little bit before he had to quit. I mean… he didn't have to quit, but he chose to quit.”

“Why did he quit?” Yoongi asks, and you sigh, looking at the boy on the court.

“He got his girlfriend pregnant,” you answer.

“Ah,” he said in understanding.

“He focused on getting a job to start saving money while trying to finish school. My parents really stepped up to support both him and Nicky's mom. It was a pretty chaotic time,” you explain.

“Yeah, I bet,” he agrees.

“Did you really think I was his mom?” You ask, laughing a little bit. “I don't think that I really give off mom vibes. Besides, it shows you clearly never read my paperwork. With all the damn information I had to put down, you would have seen I was twelve when he was born.”

“I didn't know, and Jungkook deals with all the paperwork. All I knew was that there was a hot woman in a tight skirt I had never seen before giving me a bunch of shit,” he said, smiling.

“Hot?” You ask, raising an eyebrow in question.

“I still think about you in those skirts, doll,” he whispers, leaning close to your face.

“You're disgusting,” you whisper back.

“You didn't think that I was disgusting when I had you pinned to your bed,” he smirks.

“I don't remember,” you feign confusion.

“Well, I'll be happy to jog your memory whenever you want me to,” Yoongi leans closer and presses his lips to yours.

“Gross are two always going to be kissing?” Nicky asks, making the two of you break apart.

“Wait until you get a girlfriend,” you tell him, shoving the orange ball at him.

“No way,” he says. “I’m not going to let some girl get between me and basketball. I have a plan, and a girl is not a part of them.”

“Sure,” you say. “I'll make sure to hold you to that when the time comes and some little girl is fawning all over you.”

Nicky pulls a face and walks off down the sidewalk. You and Yoongi get up, following him back down the street to your house. Yoongi fingers brush up against yours as you slowly stroll side by side. It wasn't long until his long, bony digits entwined with your own. It wasn't a firm hold making sure that you stayed put where he wanted you. It was lax, allowing you to pull free if you wanted. The innocent act had your heart pounding, and you hoped that you played it off like it was nothing, but it was. It was him slowly testing the waters. Letting you tiptoe in the shallow end instead of throwing you in the deep end and seeing if you can swim and you appreciate it more than he'll ever know.

“What are you doing?” You ask Nicky as he stood at the kitchen counter scrubbing his already clean white basketball shoes with a toothbrush.

“They looked dirty,” he said, focused on his task.

“They're brand new,” you tell him, leaning against the entryway to the kitchen. “They are perfectly clean.”

“Nope, they had fingerprints on them, and I need them to be perfect for tomorrow,” he informs you. “If I can see them, then so can other people.”

“It's okay to be nervous,” you gently say. “It's your first game with a whole new team. It's perfectly normal to feel nervous.”

“I'm not nervous,” he denies, scrubbing a bit harder. You walk over to him and take the footwear away from him, placing it on the counter. “Hey!”

“Go sit on the couch. I think I have something for you,” you say, walking down the hallway to your bedroom.

Opening your closet, you step up on a small wooden step stool to reach the box that was shoved to the very back on the upper shelf. Once you grab it, you smile and grab two items inside and place the box back where you retrieved it. Stepping down, you head back into the living room to your waiting nephew. Sitting in front of him on the coffee table, you hand him the two items in your hand.

“What are these?” He asks, taking them from you.

“These belonged to your dad. It's his captain badge from high school and his lucky headband,” you explain, taking the head band back and placing it over his head to rest on his forehead. You untuck his hair so it falls around the thick black material. “I found them in a box that was in the attic of your old house when we were packing. He wouldn't let grandma wash it in case it caused his team to lose. She didn't listen and washed it anyway, and they still won.”

“How do I look,” he asks quietly, adjusting the headband around his head.

“Like the spitting image of your father,” you answer, trying to ignore the lump forming in your throat and take the patch back from him. “You're going to kill it out on the court tomorrow. I'll sew this in your undershirt where it's hidden. It will give you some extra good luck even though you won't need it .”

“I'm going to win it for him,” he says with determination in his voice. “I'm going to make him and mom proud.’

“I know you will,” you wrap your arms around him tightly.

You're not religious or spiritual in any sense. You lost any faith that you did have years ago. However, there was a part of you that hoped your brother would be with him tomorrow. Hopefully, the small items you have given him will help him feel close to his dads spirit when he can't physically have him. You hoped it eased his worries, even if it was for just a little bit.

“Can I ask you a question?” You ask, pulling back from him, and he nods. “Are you okay with me and Coach Min?”

“I mean, it's a little weird, but I'm okay with it,” he assures you. “I barely remember the last time you had a boyfriend. I kind of remember a guy with a beard, and I think I remember mom and dad fighting about dad hitting him.”

“You what?” You asked, shocked.

“Yeah, I remember dad having a cast on his hand and mom yelling at him about dad hitting him,” he says. “Does coach make you happy?”

“I think so,” you say quietly, trying to come to terms with what he just told you. You thought you had protected him from your trauma, but he was always way smarter than you gave him credit for. “I hope he will anyway. I want you to promise me something. Promise me that if at any time, you are uncomfortable with us…. being together. You tell me. I don't want you to ever be afraid to tell me if you get uncomfortable with us. You will always be my number one, and I don't want you to forget that.”

“I promise,” he agrees, holding his pinky finger out.

You smile and wrap your pinky around his as you both kiss your respective fist. Nicky adjusts the headband once more as he leaves you sitting there on the coffee table with your brother's patch in your hand. You close your hand tightly around the material and take a shuddering breath. Sniffling, you shake your head, trying to clear all the emotions you are feeling right now.

You're fine.

Everything is fine.

Nothing is fine.

Nothing was ever fine, and everyone knew it.

Hopefully….it will be.

You organize the shiny, colorful bags of chips off to the side of the window for easy access. Elly works behind you, mixing large containers of nacho cheese together. Bringing it to a nice smooth consistency over the heat on an induction plate in a large silver pot. She was your saving grace today after she volunteered her time to help you run the concession stand. You're pretty sure she was using it as an excuse so she wouldn't have to spend the whole time with your mom defending her choices for her and Chris's upcoming wedding. You don't question her motives for volunteering. You were happy that you didn't have to go at this alone.

“So,” Yoongi says, leaning over the counter separating the kitchen and the cafeteria to look at you. “Do I get a good luck kiss?”

“Why?” You ask, breaking down the large chip box, not sparing him a look. “You're not playing.”

Elly's giggle in the background makes you break character and smile. Sucking your cheeks in, you try to school your features. Yoongi audibly sighs dramatically, playing along with your foolishness. You finally look over at him, and he smirks at you.

“How about if we win?” He asks, licking his bottom lip as his eyes dart to your mouth. “Do I get… something then?”

“Possibly,” you answer with a shrug, looking at him with an arched eyebrow. “I guess you better win to find out.”

“You two are gross,” Elly giggles behind you, making Yoongi smirk widen and shrug his shoulders.

Winking at you, he turns, walking away to the gymnasium as his players start showing up. Throwing the box in your hands off to the side, you turn to look at Elly. She looks back at you with a million questions ready to be asked. Shaking your head at her, she just laughs. You grab your next box and repeat your earlier process, smiling to yourself. Yes, you think. You just might give him something.

You had over estimated how busy working the concession stand would be. Snot nosed kids demanded everything and anything that they could get their grubby little hands on while their parents were trying to order over their yelling. You almost couldn't keep up. The food was going pretty fast, and unfortunately, Yoongi was right. The tips sucked. You figure you must only be charming to old biker men who had one too many drinks and not the moms who drive minivans. You bet if you had worn a low-cut top, some of the dads would have tipped a bit more.

“Maybe I should have tied my shirt up,” you say to Elly, who was starting to clean up. “Show a little skin, you know?”

“Yes, I'm sure your boyfriend would love that,” she says, laughing, making you scoff at the word boyfriend, but you know it's true. “Could you imagine your mom seeing you like that here. Y/N, cover up right now.” She says imitating your mom.

“Y/N, you’re embarrassing the family,” you say, joining in on the mocking of your mother.

“I can't believe her sometimes,” she grumbles, scrubbing away at the nacho cheese pot maybe a little too aggressively. “She always has to have an opinion.”

“And yet, you are still going to marry into this family,” you tease her as you wipe some crumbs away off the counter. “I don't know who is crazier. Us or you.”

“If I didn't love you and your brother, I would have ran a long time ago,” she admits.

“Can I have a water, please?” A manly voice asks, interrupting your conversation.

“Two dollars,” you answer, placing a water bottle on the metal counter. You look at the handsome man in front of you wearing a shirt with the team's logo on it. “Anything else for you?”

“Are you Min's girlfriend?” He asks, looking at you quizzically as he ignores your question.

“No,” you answer quickly, getting back to the topic of payment. “Two dollars, please.”

“Are you sure?” He asks, pulling his wallet out of the pocket of his jeans. He fingers through the bills before finally pulling out the two dollar bills. “I saw you earlier here with him. You two looked awfully chummy.”

“I'm sure,” you ask, holding your hand out, making him laugh quietly.

“I don't believe you,” he tells you, handing you the money. “Trust me when I say this….stay away from him. He likes to sleep with the moms, and he doesn't care if they are married.”

Your heart stops.

A sharp pain.

Betrayal.

Moms?

Your stomach drops as your joking words from before come back to haunt you.

“I don't know you,” you say defensively as you try not to believe the words that just came out of his mouth. “Why should I believe you?”

“Well, when I walked in on him and my wife in my bed….I think I know what I'm talking about,” he tells you, giving you a tight smile. “I just thought that you should know who you're getting involved in. He's not some great basketball coach who cares about the kids. He prays on moms during weak moments. You're not his first victim, and you probably won't be his last.”

He drops a twenty dollar bill in your tip jar before he turns to walk away. You watch him, blood rushing to your ears, heart beating out of your chest. Taking a deep breath, you call out to him.

“Who's your wife?” You ask, not wanting to know the answer, but you were always a glutton for punishment.

“Ara,” he says, simply before finally walking away and disappearing through the gym doors.

Ara.

The bitch.

The one who thinks she calls the shots.

The one who yelled at Yoongi because of you.

Yoongi and Ara.

Ara and Yoongi.

You feel like an idiot. You feel like he's playing you for a fool. He knew you had to sit there in the bleachers with her almost every night and didn't say one word about his past with her. He probably wasn't ever going to mention it to you. He think's he's so fucking slick.

“Are you okay?” Elly asks, coming up to stand next to you. “What's going on?”

“Nothing. I'm fine,” you answer, lowering your eyes to the twenty dollar bill.

You were a liar. You were not fine, but there was no way in hell that you were going to show it. You were never good at much, but you have perfected lying about your emotions. You have perfected being cold and stonewalling. It's kept you safe. That is…until now. You got soft, and that just wouldn't do.

“I just have to hand over the money and have one of the coaches verify the amount. I can't help it if they take forever,” you snap at her. “What do you want me to do?”

“You better not be late,” your mother tells you as you stand by the kitchen, money bag in hand.

“You already missed his first game. You can't miss his first celebratory dinner,” she chides. “You need to celebrate his win.”

“Coach made her work the concession stand,” Nicky says, defending you. “She's being a team player. Mom used to do it all the time.”

“She will meet us at the restaurant,” your dad says, stepping between the two of you. “Look, here comes one of the coaches.”

“Finally,” you say, eyes searching the crowd, hoping that you see Coach Jeon walking your way, but of course, you weren't that lucky.

“Congratulations on the win,” your dad said in greeting when Yoongi made it to your little group and shook his hand.

“Thank you, sir,” Yoongi says politely before looking at you almost expectantly. It was as if he wanted you to introduce your family to him.

You'll pass on that.

You give nothing away as you look back at him and then down to the money bag in your hands. You could feel the burning gaze of your mother on you. As you look at her, you see her eyes flint between you and Nicky's coach. There was something almost accusatory in the look behind her eyes. You knew she could probably read you like an open book. It was one of her most useful evil powers. She could always smell it on you….the guilt….the lies. You could never hide from her when she was actually paying attention.

“You better not be too late,” she tells you. “We will order without you, and I will not order for you.”

“I told you I will be there. He just needs to count the money,” you say through gritted teeth.

Your mother doesn't respond before she turns and walks away. Your dad visibly sighs, patting you on the shoulder before following his wife with Nicky in tow. Looking at Yoongi, you practically throw the money bag at him.

“Your mom kind of scares me,” he said, chuckling, but you don't. You look at him with very little emotion, making him tic his head to the side, studying you. “What's going on?”

“Can you just count the money so I can go,” you tell him. “Obviously you can see I'm in a hurry.”

“Hey,” he says softly, reaching out to grab you but you back away, shaking your head at him. “Clearly you're pissed at me. What could I have possibly done? I haven't seen you in an hour.”

“I met someone interesting today,” you tell him, crossing your arms and closing yourself off. Yoongi looks at you expectantly, waiting for you to finish. “Ara's husband.” His expression goes blank, and it tells you everything that you need to know. “So, it's true?”

“How come I get the feeling that no matter what I say, it's going to be the wrong thing,” he tells you, not denying anything.

“Ew,” you say, shaking your head, grimacing. “Ew, ew, ew. I think I need a scalding hot shower, possibly a shot of something and penicillin. Oh my god, ew.”

“Hey,” he said, looking offended. You look over his shoulder to see the couple in question, walking out of the gym and through the cafeteria to leave the building. They were holding hands, looking like the picture-perfect couple, but you know it couldn't be further from the truth. “Listen….”

“Count the money,” you tell him, interrupting whatever it was that he was going to say. You didn't want to hear it. You didn't care. “Forge my signature. I don't care. Have a good weekend…coach.”

You don't spare him one glance as you walk away. As you make your way to your car, you can feel those chains that he was breaking through, locking tightly once more. Locking so tight that you swear you can feel your chest hurt. It hurt so badly. It felt like you couldn't breathe. Shaking your head, you were so mad at yourself that you let yourself like someone like that once again. It was time to bury your heart again. It was time to bury it even deeper, and this time….you weren't digging it out.

《Chapter 8》

A/N: Do I need to run and hide?

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TOP GUN #2

…is part of The Bookshelf.

⇨ This is a collection of my favorite fanfics/oneshots on Tumblr I love to re-read once in a while. None of those works belong to me! Feel free to use it as well.

⇨ My own works are here

Jake "Hangman" Seresin

Left at the Altar Summary: When you get left at the altar, a familiar face swoops in to save the day.

Can't Let You Go Summary: When you and Jake broke up, it hurt both of you more than you could handle. Now, after three months of barely seeing or speaking to one another, Jake walks in on the surprise of seeing you in a wedding dress, and it brings past memories and ruined dreams to the surface.

Wanting It All Summary: Hangman ends up in the hospital from a very similar Phoenix/Bob/birds situation, and you suddenly regret keeping a big secret from him.  

Drunken Words, Sober Thoughts Summary: You and Jake had a history of flirting and occasionally kissing if too much time was spent at the bar, but it never went any further than that. One night, after showing up at your house and passing out on your couch, Jake wakes up the next morning only to learn he had drunkenly confessed his feelings for you.

Less Misery, More Company Summary: Jake has feelings for you but you don’t believe it, so you play a little trick to get back at him for all of his flirtatious teasing. But that little trick fails miserably, and as the weight of your mistake settles in, you realize you owe him an explanation, one that requires you to admit some things you’ve long denied.

Scrapes and Bruises Summary: Basically, Rooster is not thrilled about your relationship with Hangman, and their issues with one another bring up some fears of your own.

Good in Bed Summary: Jake has made it crystal clear to you that you're only friends with benefits, so why did he go and delete your dating apps?

Cross Summary: The four times you captured Jake Seresin’s attention and the one time he did something about it.

There's a Honey Summary: 3 times your aunt penny sees herself and maverick in your relationship with jake and 1 time she doesn’t.

So Funny Story (I'm Fucking Your Daughter) Summary: You've had a thing with Jake for a while now. The thing is, your dad doesn't know and your brother is desperate for you to tell him.

All You Had To Do Was Stay Summary: Six years ago Jake hit your life like a hurricane. In and out in a matter of weeks. You thought after you get over the disappointment of him leaving without saying a word you’d never think of him again. But then two pink lines change your life forever. Now he’s back and still has no idea that the little girl by your side is his daughter.

Revelation

Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw

Three Generations Summary: Rooster is married. Maverick found out when the paperwork got filed with the Navy, but he doesn’t have a chance to ask Rooster about it until after the mission

Endings and Beginnings Part 1, Part 2 Summary: It's Maverick's retirement party but Rooster's far more concerned about you, his pregnant wife, than anything else.

Wrong Number Summary: Bradley was planning on a quiet night at home with a beer and a basketball game on TV. When he receives a text from a wrong number, he's left looking at a beautiful photo of you. Now he just needs to persuade you to ditch the guy you meant to text and focus on him instead.

Robert "Bob" Floyd

Only Love Can Hurt Like This Summary: Bob lost his fiancé in a dog fight and goes through the grieving process. Eventually he learns to move on but then everything he thought he knew was a lie, including the fact that Y/N had died on that mission.

All Fun & Games Summary: Returning to San Diego was just another assignment for you. Another step in the career path, full steam ahead, until you come to an obstacle in the road. Usually, you’d navigate around it, keep on going, but this is no normal obstacle. It might be enough to reroute you completely.

Tom "Iceman" Kazansky

Part of Three Summary: Reader is Maverick's sister, dating Iceman, and finds out she's pregnant.

Scared Summary: A fight between you and your fiancé spirals out of control.

Get Your Girl

Tom Is Finer

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Isaac Garcia (mlwtwb)

playing with his hair ★

unconsciously smiling whenever she smiles ★

drunk ★

y/n(she/her) finds Isaac drunk on the front porch

(i have more of Isaac on my wattpad but i won't pot them here so u can check them out on there if you want)

Lee Garcia (mlwtwb)

teacher ★

Lee teaches y/n (she/her) how to skateboard

first kiss ★

Draco Malfoy (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

too late ‡

y/n (she/her) who is in her first year at Hogwarts (11y/o) and likes Draco Malfoy who is in his 4th year (15y/o), but Draco tells her that she's too young. this happes every year until y/n turns 15 and stops trying to be with Draco and moves on but Draco realizes that he likes her but it's too late cause she already moved on.

in the shadows †

y/n (she/her) is Professor Umbridge's niece and had transfered to Hogwarts when her aunt got a job as a teacher there but what no one knew is that Umbridge is abusive towards y/n (she uses the same method she used on Harry Potter in the movie: to write something on a piece of paper and it magically engraves on the back of your hand with cuts) for a while no one noticed and thought that she was just shy but one pearson, Draco Malfoy, a fellow Slytherin, noticed her hand one day in potions class and asked to talk to her privetly in the Slytherin common room and that's when y/n opens up about the abuse and that's when she finds out that Draco had took a notice of her ever since she arrived, but she didn't notice because of her shy and scared demeanor.

in your arms ★

y/n (she/her) is Draco Malfoy 's girlfriend and one night Draco show's up at her house and he ends up spending the night there, with him cuddled up in her arms crying after he told her that he was forced to join the death eaters.

"it was nice knowing you!" †

bully †

y/n (she/her) tries to take her life after Draco bullies her, but little does she know the reason of the bullying is for him to hide his actual feelings for her.

alphabet nsfw headcanons !!

lazy day headcanons ★

first kiss ★

y/n (she/her) having her first kiss with Draco

kisses ★

you don't have to go ★

y/n(she/her) stops Draco in the battle of Hogwarts

one day at a time †★

y/n(she/her) losses her mom in the battle of Hogwarts and Draco is there to help her get through the grief

wildflowers ★

i could stay here forever ★

you and Draco have been sneaking off to the library to study together, but it always ends up with him pulling you close between the dusty bookshelves, stealing kisses and making you giggle as he murmurs sweet nothings in your ear.

you have no idea how much you mean to me ★

Draco loves taking you on secret walks around the Hogwarts grounds after curfew. Under the soft glow of the moon, he wraps his arms around you, his cold demeanor melting away as he admits how much you mean to him.

but you had fun, didn't you ★

it’s winter at Hogwarts, and you’ve convinced Draco to join in a snowball fight.

well, that didn't go as planned ★

during potions class, Draco helps you brew a tricky potion, but it ends in a harmless explosion. Covered in glittering mist, he laughs for the first time in front of everyone, holding your hand under the table and whispering that it was worth it just to see you smile.

shall we? ★

Draco asks y/n(she/her) to the Yule Ball

dating Draco Malfoy headcanons ★

worth it ★

Draco is a prefect and finds you out at night

i can’t believe it ★

you tell Draco that your pregnant and you, bith, break the news to the Malfoys

kissing Draco Malfoy headcanons ★

happy valentine’s day ★

i’m beginning to feel like a rap god… ★

draco with a girlfriend who loves Eminem

see? i told you they’d love you ★

y/n(she/her) a holiday at malfoy manor and Draco's family loves her (especially lucius)

Harry Potter (harry potter)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

bittersweet goodbye ‡

y/n (she/her) is the only friend Harry Potter had while living with the Dursleys and now they have to say goodbye because Harry is going to Hogwarts.

first snowfall ★

it's the first snow of the year at Hogwarts

Fred Weasley (harry potter) +check the other masterlist too

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

you promised, remember? †

y/n (she/her) finds Fred after the battle of Hogwarts

ridiculously in love ★

together at last ★‡

Yn had died years before Fred was even born, she died during her 7th year. So when Fred first sees her he fell in love.

second chances ★‡

after Fred’s near-death experience in the Battle of Hogwarts, y/n(she/her) struggles with the fear of losing him again

too far ★

Fred has always been the king of pranks, but one day he goes a bit too far, and he Fred spends the rest of the day trying to make it up to you with adorable gestures until you can’t help but forgive him.

the kissing booth ★

a bit down ★

after a tough day, Fred surprises you with your favorite sweets from Honeydukes and a cuddle session

you’re completely mad, you know that? ★

y/n(she/her) loves thunderstorms and the rain and always wants to go dance in the rain with Fred, but Fred is terrified of them

it’s okay to be happy, even after everything | p2 | p3 ★‡

i like you, and it scares the hell out of me | p2 ★

all of Fred's life he's hated Slytherins and has always said he would never befriend one much less date one, but reader appears and he starts falling for her while denying it and is maybe a bit of an a**hole to reader because he just doesn't believe he could ever like you, but realizes that reader isn't horrible and that not all Slytherins are monsters, and once they're together everyone teases him about how he would say he would never date a Slytherin but now reader is basically the love of his life

Cedric Diggory (harry potter)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

first kiss ★

please wake up †‡

y/n(she/her) finds out Cedric died during the Triwizard tournament

Sirius Black (harry potter)

finding home | p2 ★‡ (platonic)

y/n(she/her) finds out that Sirius Black is her father but he didn't know that, and her mom found out after he was inprisoned, but then she was killed by Voldemort when y/n was a baby and was placed in an orphanage for wizards and witches. and he found out after the battle of Hogwarts (in which he survived) and came to find you and tell you and take you in...

Harry Potter boys headcanons (harry potter)

how the hp boys would react when they find out you have a crush on them ★

the hp boys help you calm down †

the hp boys find y/n (she/her) crying/hipper ventilating

Newt Scamander (fantastic beasts/hpu)

september back to Hogwarts-writing prompts

to me, you’re… everything ★

Newt showing his love to y/n(she/her)

good morning, love ★

waking up with Newt

Stiles Stilinski (teen wolf)

dance in the living room ★

Stiles starts dancing in the living room with y/n (she/her)

Tony Stark (mcu)

see? not so scary, right? ★

y/n(she/her) and Tony share their first kiss

too late †‡

Tony confesses his love for y/n(she/her), but it's too late

panic attack ★

Tony finds y/n(she/her) having a panic attack

if only... ★‡

y/n(she/her) gets injured and Tony helps her, and y/n confesses her feelings for him but she's too young

princess treatment ★

tom!Peter Parker (mcu)

i'll always be here for you ★

y/n(she/her) has a panic attack because she was attacked by a villan, but spider-man saved her and brought her home and after spider man left, peter arrived like 2 minutes later and comforted her

cute ★

Peter tries to ask y/n(she/her) out but he gets all flustered and shy and stumbles in words a lot but she thinks it's cute

i’ve never... kissed anyone before ★

both y/n(she/her) and Peter are really shy and awkward and they have their first kiss

Percy Jackson (percy jackson and the olympians) +check the other masterlist too

mornin ★

waking up in the morning, Percy is still half-asleep, his arm draped lazily over your waist

forehead kisses ★

Percy has a habit of giving you quick, gentle forehead kisses whenever he passes by you

i’m always going to protect you, no matter what ★

during a quest, Percy instinctively steps in front of you when danger arises, his protective nature shining through

i… i hate thunderstorms ★

y/n(she/her) is afraid of thunderstorms. Percy holds her close, whispering that he’ll keep her safe no matter what

even heroes need someone to stand up for them ★

y/n(she/her) gets protective when another camper tries to pick a fight with Percy, stepping in to defend him, much to his amusement

Timotheé Chalamet +check the other masterlist too

cut ★

y/n(she/her) and Timothée work on a movie together and they have to film a kiss scene

let them know ★

y/n(she/her) and Timothée's seceret relationship is outed by a paparazzo

under the weather ★

Timmy takes care of y/n(she/her) on her period

sleep well ★

y/n(she/her) takes care of Timmy after a long day

book nook ★

Timothée created a cozy reading nook just for you. Filled with fairy lights, plush cushions, and your favorite books, he surprised you with it one evening, encouraging you to pick a book while he read aloud, making the evening warm and intimate

please… don’t give up on us †‡

Timothée watched as everything he once cherished slowly crumbled around him. He saw the hurt in your eyes and knew he was the cause, but the more he tried to mend the pieces, the more it felt like everything was slipping through his fingers

Finn Wolfhard

i’m lucky to have you ★

y/n(she/her) is on the chubby side and Finn loves that about her and he wants to touch her and hold her and if at any point she is embarrassed or feels insecure about what she looks like he always reassures her and shows her how much he loves her

Tom Holland

just… a habit †★

Tom finds out that y/n(she/her) s.h. during a interview

you’re my favorite person, after all ★

you’re sitting in your favorite coffee shop, absorbed in a book, when Tom sneaks up behind you and places a cup of your favorite coffee on the table

lights, camera, love ★

y/n(she/her) and Tom go to a red carpet event together for the first time

i’ve got you ★

Tom taking care of y/n(she/her) whilst she's sick

why so shy? ★

y/n(she/her) gets shy and flustered around Tom, and he absolutely loves it

Walker Scobell +check the other masterlist too

you’re such a goof ★

y/n(she/her) and Walker share a cute momet in the park

pet names ★

Walker can't stop giving y/n(she/her) different pet names

breathe ★

Walker helps y/n(she/her) through an anxiety/panic attack

oblivious ★

y/n(she/her) has a huge crush on Walker and gives his very obvious hints but he is very oblivious

off-camera ★

y/n(she/her) and Walker have their first kiss (off camera)

i just… i like it ★

y/n(she/her) can't help but play with Walker's hair

i love you, you know that? ★

Walker loves kissing you in between takes

i’m fine ★†‡

y/n(she/her) is crying on the beach at night and Walker, Aryan, Leah, Dior and Charlie find and comfort her

you’re the best hugger i’ve ever met ★

y/n(she/her) finally meets Walker and he is, in fact, the best hugger ever

[monster-mash-m]

Past my limit

Halsin x Afab!Reader

MDNI

Urggggg I can’t get this big beefy man off my mind it’s actually a problem.

Cw: smut with oh so very little plot, size difference, Afab reader, words like ‘pretty’ and ‘beautiful’ to describe reader, gn reader, pinning, growling, spoilers for act 3, Halsin is at his limit, p in v sex, creampie, biting, established relationship, grinding.

Lemme know if I missed any!

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It was a cool night in the camp. Everyone was surrounding the campfire, bantering and telling their little stories of the day to one another. You telling Gale and shadowheart about how you got turned into a wheel of cheese at the circus. Of course they laughed at the absurdity of the situation.

You continued to talk and listen in turn, that was until your hairs stood on end, you felt hungry eyes on you. Your skin rose in goosebumps as you turned your head in the direction of the feeling of the demanding stare, and who it belonged to. Halsin. Is eyes trained on you like a predator ready to pounce, his whole body tense, the veins in his arms bulged as he restrained himself.

You smirked and quickly looked away. You and halsin had a little… bet at the moment. You and him were the camps official pda couple and you somehow made a little bet with each other. On who could last the longest without any sexy time. And my, you have not made it easy for the Druid.

Accidentally stopping abruptly infront of him when he’s following behind you, getting him to press up against you. Or timing your bathing time so when he goes to bathe, you’re out of the river putting on a show of drying yourself off. Or how you licked the honey from your hands a few days ago, making intense eye contact with him. All of this, it was driving him crazy that he couldn’t touch you. He started looking like a mad man, not to mention how irritable he had become to others.

So now you’re sat at the fire with a smug grin. Astarion ever the prying type lets out his typical wine aunt laugh “Tav dear, what are you doing to the poor Druid? He looks like he’s about to explode.” You snicker and smirk back “oh I bet he is.” You make eye contact with halsin licking your teeth as you look down to his lips. His eye twitched. Wyll rolled his eyes and Gale let out a scoff at the whole scene, the less open people at the camp.

You stand up “Hm, I think I shall have a walk in the woods, would anyone like to join me-“ before you could even finish Halsin was on his feet and looming next to you “I shall accompany you my heart…” he gruffed out. Everyone giving eachother knowing glances as Halsin practically drags you to your usual…. Fun spot.

You grunt with a grin as he presses you against a tree, his large hands firmly on your squishy hips. “My heart…” his voice strained and full of need. He pressed against you, gods he was already rock solid. He subconsciously began to grind against you, “you’ve pushed me to my limit… every waking moment I’ve wanted to devour you, claim you infront of all our friends… you’re a little minx…” he groaned out with a tattered breath.

“Awh seems like my big Druid can’t stand a little teasing?” You let out a condescending coo with a pout to tease him, push him further. His eyes glowed that dangerous yellow as he let out a low growl that rumbled in his chest “You play dangerous games my dear…”

“Do I?” You purr as you begin to tug on his trousers. “What prizes do I get for playing such games?” One of your hands sneaks down to palm his straining cock before pulling his hot cock out. He shuddered and practically ripped your clothes off, it’s fine I’m sure he’ll get you some more sometime. “You win the inability to walk tomorrow.” He whispered as his eyes glazed over as his growling eyes traced your body. “And I get the prize of taking my hearts cunt.” He chuckled cockily.

He dives into you neck and begins to kiss and suck, missing your scent, your taste, the way your skin melds with his so perfectly. He grunted as he hoisted you up, making you wrap your legs around his firm but soft hips. You gasp, feeling his pre dripping cock slide between your ass cheeks. He resisted the urge to thrust as his hands gripped onto you greedily.

He pulled away with a smirk as he admired the myriad of hickeys on your neck and collar bone “mh… nod isn’t this better my heart?” You nod with a love struck face “Halsin please… I know I’ve managed to stay calm but… gods I miss you… your fat cock, I want you to fuck me. Hard, and now.” You gaze up at him, your words making his heavy cock twitch. “Yes my heart, what kind of partner would I be to not oblige?”

He carried you to a soft patch of grass and laid you down, hovering on top of you. His one of his hands instantly trails to your wet cunt “Mh, I’m glad to see the feeling is mutual…” he chuckled to himself as he sunk a finger into your fluttering cunt slowly. His breath hitches as yours does, he bites his lip as he watches his finger disappear. “Oak father guide me… I can’t hold back much longer, if I do… I might truly lose myself…” he muttered.

The man was impatient, he needed to be inside of you like now. Only problem was, he won’t fuck you until he knows you’re stretched enough to take his thick cock. He grunted impatiently as he grabbed your hips and pulled them upwards until your head was inbetween his thighs, his cock resting against your neck and cheek. Your back pressed against his chest and legs on his shoulders “Ah Halsin wha-Ahh-“ you gasp out before you could ask him what the fuck he was doing.

His thick tongue licked a slow stripe up your glistening cunt. He groaned at the taste “sweeter than the finest fruits nature has to offer my heart…” he growled before digging in. He resumed his fingering, slowly adding more and more until he was 4 fingers deep. All while his lips were wrapped around your clit with eagerness, sucking and licking with urgency.

Your body tensed as wave after wave of warmth built up in your abdomen as Halsin brought you closer and closer to the brink. He was practiced, he knew where and when to poke and prod at your sensitive slit. You noticed quite a large amount of pre smudging against your cheek. “Halsin- please-“ you pleaded. He looked up from his meal. “Need you in me now, fuck me full of your cum.” With that he froze. His eyes narrowing as he let out a low as fuck growl. He pulled away from your dripping cunt licking your juices of his lips “yes my heart.”

He immediately complies as he lays you down again gon your back. Not wiping away the pre on your cheek since he had more important matters to attend to. He immediately lined the angry red mushroom tip of his cock up with your excited entrance. “Brace yourself my love.” He hummed out gruffly as he groaned, slowly pushing his pre covered tip in.

“Oh gods… my heart your cunt is always so tight for me…” he huffs out as he isn’t even half way in. You let out a shaky moan at the feeling of being stretched out by his second leg. “Fuck halsin… I swear you’ve gotten bigger…” he lets out another breathless chuckle as he slowly stuffs you full. He grunted after he’s finally bottomed out in you. Waiting for a moment or two for you to adjust to his fat cock.

Soon after you begin to squirm “Halsin… fuck- hurry up and ravage me already.” You hiss out demandingly. He just laughed again at your demanding tone “I’m just making sure I don’t actually break you my heart.”

Soon he begins to move his hips slowly, it was clear it was hard for him to hold back, sweat rolled down his hairy chest as he gazed at you intensely. You keened out at feeling his heavy girth drag against your clenching walls as he moved in and out slowly. “I’m going to go faster now my heart…” he whispered lowly. You only able to respond in a nod as he began to pick up the pace.

Soon not after he’s ramming into your cunt like a feral beast, he has your legs pressed against your chest as he hits every deep spongy spot in you. Making you mewl his name as you scratch his back. His heavy breeder balls slapped against your ass as his hips went at a rapid pace. His muscles tense in delight everytime he heard a lewd squelch of your cunt being stuffed. “Halsin- I’m close- fuck” you groan out throwing your head back as he bullied his cock in and out of your pussy,

His own thrusts becoming sloppy and erratic as he got closer to his own climax “my heart… fuck-“ he swore out in bliss as his abdomen contracted, along with yours. You both let out whorish noises in unison as you gush around his cock, your walls spasming, sending him over the edge. His leaking cock trembled before his hot load shot into you instantly. He grunted and began to slow his hips “Silvanas really blessed me with such a beautiful partner…” he gasped out as he gulped in air to catch his breath.

You hum and smile goofily “gods I needed that good fuck .” He once again chuckled, pulling out, his seed oozing out of your used cunt. “That’s it my heart… “ he hummed gently as he finally pulled all the way out. “You lost.” You say with a cheeky smirk, making him roll his eyes.

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Urg love me that man.

Hope y’lot enjoyyyy

[shelbgrey]

heyyy can i request some sfw/nsfw hcs for alex karev?

thank you 💓💓💓

Dating Alex Karev headcanons

Paring: Alex Karev x Grey!reader

Summary: headcanons about dating Alex Karev -SMUT warning

A/n: I had fun writing this one :)

🩷MasterList ML2 🩷Dating Mood Board

Enemies to lovers kinda...

Your first encounter with him was your first day intern year. His locker was next to yours and you could feel him staring at you as he sat on one of the benches.

“nice tattoos” he smirked, shining a flashlight on your tattooed covered arm. Before you could replie, your Cousin Meredith pulled you away. “don't talk to her” she said a little too defensively

You and Alex butted heads a lot at first, you didn't like his attitude and you thought he was a total ass. Then you thought you were ridiculous for thinking he was hot.

After a few months you guys did become buddies. You'd make dark or dirty jokes together.

He would ignore his feelings for you. He knew you deserved better and he didn't want to add anymore darkness to his life.

He really didn't start showing his softer side until your aunt Elis came to the hospital. You opened up to him about how your aunt adopted you, but never really cared about you. He wanted to tell you about his crapy childhood, but wasn't ready to open up just yet.

He was just ready to be your shoulder to cry on.

You did ended up going to the hospital prom together. You asked him. “you wanna crash the prom together?” he down played his excitement, he was over the moon excited on the inside but on the out side he shrugged and said this nonchalantly: “sure, I guess we'll suffer together”

But that he wasn't suffering at all, he was so happy to have you in his arms all night. And for the first time he didn't care he was showing his softer side to the hospital. He just enjoyed himself and danced with you most of the night. “wow, Alex Karev can dance”

He just smirked and twirled you, he brought you back to his chest shaking his head playfully. “Shut up”

The first song you guys danced to was Jeff Healey's Angel Eyes, it would later be your guys song. At first he'd never admit out loud how much the word hit him right in the heart, lyrics like:

'There's just one more thing that I need to know, If this is love why does it scare me so? It must be somethin' only you can see, 'Cause girl I feel it when you look at me'

You weren't gonna tell him how nervous you felt to be there with him, you never went to your high school prom. It was nice to be surrounded by all the fairy lights and dance with a guy you've liked for a long time. Alex did catch on quickly and wanted to know what was on your mind. “what's wrong?”

You shrugged, feeling a bit embarrassed. “this is my first prom... I never really experienced my high school prom” Alex looked suprised. “why's that?”

“no guy ever really liked me or found me attractive enough to give me a chance... I was kinda of a geek back then”

“thoes guys are idiots. I would have killed to be with someone like you in high school”

You definitely saw something there in him that wasn't there before. You knew he was more than just a closed off jerk and that night only confirmed it. That same night he kissed you.

The kiss wasn't rough like you expected, it was gentle and sweet. He held the side of your face and kissed like you were the only person he wanted.

After that night he constantly flirted with you, making you blush or smirk.

Even when you started dating he would intentionally give you awful pick up lines just to make you laugh. “I hope you know CPR ‘cuz you just took my breath away”

“Alex... We're dating you don't need pick-up lines” he would just shrug and kiss your cheek. “I know, I just like making you laugh”

He's a total softy around you. He might seem like an ass to everyone else and people(especially George) might not understand why your with him, but he treats you like a queen.

Meredith did put the fear of god in him when you started dating. Like really did, Meredith and him were in a OR and she was holding a scaple and threatening his life when she found you and Alex were dating. “calm down, Mer. You think I'm gonna lose the most amazing thing in my life”

You were glad he was such a good friend to Izzie, especially when she lost Denny, but you couldn't help but be worried about their friendship later on. You and Alex had learned the hard way to be open with each other, so when it become a problem you decide to talk to him. “your just friends... Right?” you asked nervously. Alex gave a confused look and before he could awnser you talked over him in a nervous pace. “because she's a Model, Alex... She tall, blonde, and Beautiful... Any guy would want her... I'm short, I have tattoos, and dyed hair”

Alex cut you off by gently holding your face in his hands. “your what I want... Got it? I think your sexy as hell... And as for the dye job and tattoos I think is beautiful on you”

If your in the kitchen cooking he's under your feet sampling everything. It's even worse when you get a dog because you have to move around them both. “Alex, quit eating! I'm trying to cook”

“woman, I'm hungry!”

He probably didn't get decent home cooked meals till he started dating you. He loves your cooking.

When there's nothing on TV you'll watch old re-runs of Walker Texas Ranger. Which leads to walker and Chuck Norris inside jokes.

You also had conversations that's only normal to you two. Your friend learned that when you guys were in a OR gallery eating chips and ignoring the sugury. “who'd win in a fight Walker or Patrick Swayze?”

“if we're talkin' 'Road House' Swayze then, Patrick” Alex replied like it was the most obvious thing.

“but Chuck Norris knows martial arts” you reminded Alex. “but Swayze ripped a guy's throat out in 'Road house' ” Alex fired back. Alex loves 'Road house', it has Swayze and Jeff Healey(who sings your guys song).

“weirdest conversation” Izzie said, over hearing it. “always” Meredith added.

You guys stay in Derek's trailer for a bit and it wasn't a good experience for either one of you. He hates bears and you hate Snakes. “Alex! There's a fucking snake in the porch!”

“I'm not going out there! there's bears out there too, what do you want me to do about?”

You shrugged and annoyed with him and scared by the snake. “What? Are we just supposed to spend the rest of our lives in here?”

You stopped listing to the song House of Pain by Faster Pussycat around Alex because you can tell the words hit a little too hard for him and upset him.

Alex shrugged. “sounds good to me” he walked pasted you and towrds the bed. “wonder if Walker is on tv”

Since he's Evil Spawn his nickname for you is Angel.

He'd confide in you and open up to you about his past and family. He wanted to be a better man than his father was and he sure as hell wanted to treat you better than his father treated his mother.

The day his father showd up at hospital as a patient he kepted you far away from him. “that baaterd doesn't deserve to meet or know someone as amazing as you... Promise me you'll stay away from his hospital room”

He's a girl dog dad, plain and simple. He might only admit it to you though. You brought home a female Chiweenie puppy one day and he immediately fell in love with the pup. But they also have a love hate relationship. “that little bitch bit me” and then next hour their cuddling on the couch. “such a sweet little girl” he smiled scratching behind the puppy's ear.

You named her Baby after Jennifer Grey's character in Dirty Dancing

After the puppy calmed down and was more calmer, you guys got a license to bring her in for the Peds patients to see and cuddle while they were in the hospital.

Even though your an amazing cook to him, you guys get take-out alot due to your busy work schedule.

Sometimes you'll so tired to even eat something big and you'll end up sharing a large order of French fries.

Physical touch is his love language.

This man need physical contact a lot too. He's a big cuddler and just needs you in his arms, he's really just a big ol' teddy bear.

You joke about that, he can be such a cocky jerk and tough but he's really just a big teddy bear.

“I'm not a teddy bear” he said trying to not to smile. You shook your head and held him tighter. “your right... Your MY teddy bear”

He also loves forehead kisses, it's just such a soft and he loves doing gentle gesture like that to you. It just makes your relationship so much more intimate and real to him.

Alex refuses to sleep unless you have fallen asleep first, he just needs to know your okay before he can have a good night sleep. He really stated doing this after the hospital shooting.

He may be protective of you, but your definitely more protective. He finds is adorable and hot when you get all made and try to be his guard dog. “listen here Nurse syphilis...”

He calls you his angry Chihuahua just to mess with you.

He's not afraid to defend you either, he'd be damed if someone talked bad or down to you. He knows you and Christina don't get along and he's not afraid to put her in her place if she goes to far. “Back off Yang! I mean it”

He's a rough kisser, he's way taller than you so usually he hold your chin between his fingers and lift for head up to kiss you.

NSFW headcanons:

He has a tendency to grip the headboard when he's close to cumming.

He's a soft/mean Dom, it just depends on his mood. But no matter what he always makes sure your comfortable. He loves to take control in the bed but would never push you.

He loves missionary, keeping eye contact while he fucks you. He loves how you dig your nails into his back and wrap your legs around his waist to bring him impossibly closer.

Loves eating you out,your legs around his head. He loves your legs in general and loves leaving kisses on the insides of your thighs. He'd rather pleasure you for hours than receive.

He love getting head. I feel like he’d like having you on your knees. Plus, feeling your lips around him pushes him closer to cumming in your mouth.

Has a soft spot for sex in the shower, he loves holding you up against the wall, roughly while he drives his cock into you.

He has big chocking kink, he won't be too rough about but he loves wrapping his fingers around your neck and feeling your pulse when he's ramming into you.

He'll mark your thighs with his teeth and biting hard enough to leave a light bruise.

He doesn’t keep quiet. A good amount of teasing, dirty talk and the way he grunts...

Alex loves gripping your hips as you ride him, leaving his impressions on your thighs as you move, chasing your highs.

His favorite thing is probably you riding him. He loves gripping your hips, controlling your pace.

You may be in top, but he's in control. But that doesn't mean he loves the fact your using him to chase your high.

he loves grabbing you by the hips, literally squeezing his fingertips against your soft skin, holding you in the place or using them to help guide the pace.

One of his biggest kink is cumming inside you, seeing you filled up just makes him go crazy.

God, he loves anything to do with your breasts. He loves it when your sitting on his lap, grinding against his bulge while his face is buryed in your breasts, kissing and marking them up.

Honestly, you grinding yourself on him in someway and getting yourself off turns him on so much.

He loves using his fingers to get you to cum. “Look at you, whimpering for my fingers already”

This man is amazing when it comes to aftercare. He knows exactly what you need. After your both cleaned up, he'll pull you to his chest to cuddle.

[itsthecline]

take care of my girl

summary over the course of two years , you and rafe had been playing this god awful game of cat and mouse. it just so happens one day your boyfriend leaves you in the caring arms of his friend , and the game finally comes to an end.

warnings thornton!reader , profanity , allusions to an emotionally distant boyfriend , cheating

18+ minors dni

you , your brother , and your mother were staying at topper’s house for the summer while she had the entire house’s tiling redone. you stayed in the spare bedroom right across the hall from topper’s room , and made no worry about making yourself comfortable. it was currently a perfect summer weekend , and both your mother and aunt decided to take the couple of days they had off and spent in the city.

when you came downstairs to start your day , rafe and kelce were already over , hanging out in the living room. in between topper and rafe sat your little brother. he was playing games with the older boys on the tv , and you couldn’t help but crack a smile at the sight.

you made your way behind the couch , grabbing alex’s head and pressing a kiss to his forehead. “good morning , my little angel,” you started , ruffling his hair without too much fuss from him, “hanging with the big kids today?”

“uh , mom says i can’t go on the boat without her , so she wanted me to tell you that you have to hang back and stay home with me,” alex explained , eyes never leaving the tv screen , where him and rafe were currently fighting against each other on.

you hummed , thinking about the plans you had for the day. rafe invited everyone out on the druthers for the day ; you , his friends , your boyfriend , a few girls. “well , i don’t see mom anywhere , do you?” you plotted , leaning down by his ear before whispering, “i think rafe’ll let ya on the druthers , right?”

at the sound of his name falling from your lips , rafe turned and looked at you. he took in your matching pajamas and the rollers in your hair. even not done up , you looked heaven-sent. you were untouchable , and that just made rafe want you more. “if y/n says it’s okay then i don’t see why not , kid,” rafe agreed , nudging the ten year old with his elbow before going back to the game, “it’s not like you’re a baby.”

“thank you!” alex hugged rafe from the side , kiddish smile on his lips to show off his little gap, “what do you guys do on boats anyway.”

“usually we just hangout , listen to music. same stuff we do here but on a boat,” topper explained , grabbing the controller from rafe and taking his turn on the game while alex passed his to kelce.

you moved to the kitchen , pouring yourself a cup of coffee and adding all of your extras when you felt someone come up behind you and grab your hips. “good morning to you too , rafe,” you grumbled , pushing him off of you.

“you look beautiful,” he sighed , moving to lean against the counter, “andy coming out today?”

“andrew is coming , yes,” you answered , correcting him at the same time.

“he gonna be a douchebag today?” rafe continued , eyeing you up and down from behind.

you turned entirely to give rafe a nasty look. “are you going to harass him? because if you are then most likely , yeah. he’ll be a douchebag,” you huffed , crossing your arms , coffee in hand, “i don’t even know how you two are friends. it’s like you hate each other but won’t say it even though you both know.”

rafe chuckled a little as he grabbed a beer from the fridge. “i don’t hate the kid,” he began , cracking the bottle open, “i just don’t like that he has something i want.” his blue eyes met yours , daring you to look away first.

you never did. you knew how rafe liked to play his little games. he liked them easy and fun with whatever girl he was trying to get fighting him just enough for it to add to the overall pride he’d feel when he finally scored.

“damn shame,” you hummed , staring back at him, “i should probably get ready.”

“you’re already perfect,” rafe complimented , hand reaching to feel the hem of your shorts. his touch matched the material : delicate.

you smacked his hand away. “we’re going on a boat. i’m not wearing this , idiot,” you hit his chest gently before moving away from him and going to the stairs , feeling his gaze on you the entire time. “we’re leaving at noon , booger! bring sunscreen!” you called out to your brother who just grunted in response.

a few hours had passed , and it was time for everyone to head out. andrew had facetimed you while you got ready , telling you he’d meet at topper’s first. when he arrived , he dapped all the guys up , including alex , before heading up to your room. of course , it wasn’t without glares from rafe and topper.

rafe didn’t like the guy because of you , and topper didn’t like him because he was often the one you cried to about him. andrew was none the wiser , thinking your friend group was one big , happy family.

“you look nice,” andrew smiled , pressing a kiss into your temple as he opened the front door for you. rafe was driving you , andrew , and alex. topper was driving with kelce and the girls they picked up.

“shoulda seen her this morning!” alex laughed , hopping in the front of rafe’s truck like he always did when rafe was chauffeur, “she had those rollers in her hair again. looked all crazy!”

“and you were drooling this morning when i went in to check on you,” you retorted , pushing at the back of his head, “i didn’t look that bad,” you muttered to andrew , sitting in the back next to him.

the drive wasn’t too far to get to the marina. rafe played eye spy with alex while you and andrew sat quiet in the back. “how much did your boat cost?” alex asked when the druthers came into view.

“alexander , you don’t ask people that,” you scolded him quickly , pinching his ear just a little to make him look at you. he did , rolling his eyes as you glared at him.

rafe’s laugh got you to soften before he answered your brother anyway, “way more than it should have.”

“i think i’d rather have my own plane,” alex decided , unbuckling his seatbelt prematurely. rafe reached over , grabbing the polyester before it retracted entirely and buckled it again. “we’re practically there!” your brother whined , clearly excited to go out on the water with everyone.

“somebody could easily be speeding through here , not seeing us , and then slam into my truck. if you’re not buckled? hate to break it to you , but you’re dead after you fly through my windshield,” rafe explained , pressing on his brakes lightly but enough to jostle you all around, “see? seatbelts.”

you glanced at andrew for a moment , seeing him on his phone. he seemed annoyed , but you couldn’t tell if it was you or work or something else. “hang up , hang out?” you asked , nudging your boyfriend as rafe pulled the truck to a stop.

“let the man work if he wants to , y/n,” rafe smiled from the front , giving you a look you knew all too well.

just when he turned around to get out of the truck , andrew locked his phone and smiled at you. “there. all done,” he assured you , getting out of the truck and letting you follow.

he helped rafe grab the necessities from the bed. alex stayed back with you despite grabbing a couple of fishing poles that rafe offered him. you grabbed your bag and a cooler full of drinks. “can we all agree that fishing is going to be stupid?” you asked aloud , knowing topper would groan behind you and andrew would whine.

“fishing is fun!” they both replied. even though topper wasn’t andrew’s biggest fan anymore , they grew up together. fishing was one of their things , and they’d defend it until they died.

once you had all hauled everything onto the boat , rafe took off. alex was right beside him , watching his every move. you sat next to andrew , pulling out your book of the week and started where you left off. andrew , despite being ‘all done’ , picked his phone up again.

“wait , wait!” he called out to rafe , listening to whoever was on the phone as he put his finger up, “i gotta go,” he rushed out , standing up and grabbing his things.

“are you serious?” you deadpanned , looking up at him like he’s the dumbest person you’d met, “like actually?” you heard rafe chuckle a little bit before covering it with a cough , so you shot him a glare.

“yeah , hon,” andrew grimaced. you did too ; you hated that nickname. “duty calls,” he shrugged kissing the top of your head before getting himself on the dock again. he stopped and turned , pointing at rafe , kelce , and topper. “take care of my girl.”

kelce and topper acknowledged their friend while rafe glanced at you. seriously? he thought. seriously. you rolled your eyes. “okay , then. see you later,” you waved at andrew from your spot on the boat , but he was already on the phone again, “rafe , just—“

“gotcha,” the driver nodded , pulling away from the dock and getting out to the water.

he took you all far enough out to where it wouldn’t be filled with people , anchoring down and telling alex to go grab the playing cards and get comfy. rafe had promised him that he would teach him poker , and alex suggested today.

everyone started setting up for whatever they planned to do for the day. topper cracked open a few beers for the girls , and rafe handed you a glass of wine from the bottle he brought just for you. “you heard your boy tell me to take care of you , right?” he smirked , hand lingering on yours a moment too long before you rolled your eyes.

“i can take care of myself,” you assured him , opening your book back up and starting again, “just make sure my brother doesn’t drown please.”

you knew you didn’t have to tell rafe to watch out for alex. every time he was around the older kids , he was constantly being watched by rafe. he made sure nothing was going to happen to your little brother. you hated that you loved it.

andrew hadn’t let you know that he’d made it home or anything like that so far. it’d been three hours. so , you decided to call him. rafe saw you stand up , grab your phone and move to the bedroom for some privacy. he watched you the whole way and gave you a few minutes by yourself.

“hey , it’s your girlfriend calling to say that it would be nice if you’d fucking let me know when you get home,” you rattled into the phone , having to leave a message because andrew didn’t pick up, “it’s been three hours , so , like , hopefully you’re not dead.”

you ended the call and flopped onto the bed you’d spent several nights in before. “fucking asshole,” you whispered , closing your eyes and trying to relax a little bit. you heard the door open and shut before you felt a dip next to you in the bed. one eye peeked open , confirming the fact that it was just rafe.

“you okay?” he quietly asked , copying you and laying down with his eyes closed.

“who’s with al?” you replied , hoping it was topper and not one of the girls you didn’t know that well. rafe assured you he was in good hands , and you were able to sink just a little bit more into the mattress. “andrew was in fact a douchebag today,” you sighed , rolling onto your side to face rafe completely.

rafe copied you , turning on his opposite side and looking into your eyes. usually , he didn’t maintain eye contact for too long , knowing that sparkle would make him weak in the knees. in moments like this , though , he took his time.

you weren’t bickering at each other , weren’t rolling your eyes , weren’t walking away. you were there ; entirely. he was able to study the colors that mixed in your irises and burn them into his memory. he was able to read your mind a little better when you were calm.

“he always is , baby,” rafe finally whispered back , hand coming up to fix a hair that was uncharacteristically out of place, “you deserve someone better. someone that knows you and takes care of you and cherishes you , y/n. i don’t know why you’re with that slob,” he added , bringing his hand down to your hip , and it wasn’t sexual at all. he just wanted to touch you however he could.

the pout on your lips deepened at his words. “throw three years of my life away? doesn’t sound too fun,” you shrugged.

“better than throwing the rest of your life away because you were scared,” he easily countered , thumb starting to move back and forth against the mesh of your coverup.

“and what do i do after?” you questioned , not ever actually thinking of leaving your boyfriend.

rafe chuckled and turned on his back again. “y/n , you would have a line all the way to charleston of guys waiting to fill andrew’s place,” he explained, “no doubt.”

“are you in line?”

his eyes flickered to you again , and a smile he only let appear when he was with you formed on his lips. “yeah,” he nodded, “i’m in line.”

your smile matched his , letting his words sink in. you had this game of cat and mouse , and for the first time , you’re thinking you might actually want to stop playing and just surrender. “so are you going to kiss me or not?”

“you gonna let me?” rafe’s voice was lower , daring you to do something. he wasn’t the type of guy to care too much about a girl’s relationship status , but with you , he wasn’t going to push it too far. he knew the line and stopped short of it every time.

but the answer was simple. you shifted closer to rafe , using your hand to turn his face to yours. “i’m letting you cut the line right now , rafe. take advantage of that,” you advised , voice quiet , like if you spoke any louder it would pop the bubble you two were in.

that was the green light for rafe. he quickly grabbed your face in his hands and kissed you deeply , like he had been waiting for the opportunity. and he had. you both waited two years for this exact moment. the moment you decided to stop playing around and let rafe have what he’d been wanting.

you pulled apart , eyes still closed , to catch your breath. rafe opened his eyes , taking a moment to look at you. your lips were slightly red from the kiss ; you looked perfect like always. “we should probably head back out,” rafe sighed , pulling you out of your trance.

“i don’t think i want to yet,” you admitted , a blush rising on your cheeks. you couldn’t remember the last time you were this flustered over one kiss. “i really don’t want to yet , rafe.”

“yeah , me neither,” rafe agreed with a light laugh , leaning in to peck your lips once again, “i was just trying to be… gentlemanly. i guess,” he rolled his eyes jokingly.

you laughed with him , pulling him in for another kiss. this was one softer than the first , slower. “i don’t need you to be a gentleman,” you shook your head, “just need you to stay you.”

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[fandomnerd9602]

The One I Want

Laura Kinney x Spiderpool!Reader

For @deafeningsharkslimeempath

Do you know that one moment where you just feel like you screwed everything up spectacularly? well that happened to me rather recently. Oh sorry where are my manners? my name is (Y/N) (L/N) and on my world I’m known as the spectacularly annoying Spider-Pool. The spectacularly annoying part is debatable.

You see it all started when the TVA zapped me into the void, something about being an anomaly, a profane and unholy combination of both Spider-Man and Deadpool. Honestly, it’s just the best of both worlds in my book or it would be a book if I wasn’t more than just one panel in comic book of the spider verse. True story look it up.

Or it could’ve been the fact that I killed Jared Leto, oh not Morbius. I’m saying I literally killed Jared Leto. It was an accident. I thought I was going after Morbius but oh well.

To make a long story short, I was forced to team up with X-23 or Laura as she likes to be called. One of my all time favorite X-Men characters by the way!

Anyway we found ourselves at an agreement, if I got her back to her timeline and out of the Void she would help me do the same. A good deal all things considered. The only downside is the TVA is so flip floppy. I mean one show it’s the villain the next show it’s good? Fiege, please make up your mind about what the TVA is?!

“You’re sure this plan of ours will work?” Laura told me as we drove thru the woods towards the reported base of the resistance found in the Void.

“If it works, I’ll be happily back in my world by this time tomorrow, Fun Size” Laura’s eyes went wide and she slammed on the brakes, nearly sending me flying into the windshield.

“If?! What do you mean if?!” She was screaming at me. My mind could only formulate the truth. I thought truth telling was Captain America's problem?!

"The TVA are hunting me and I need to get back home to save my world." Oh yeah it all came out like a big old truth salad. A truth salad that you order from Pizza Hut and immediately regret.

Laura began screaming and banging her fists against the steering wheel, "Are you fucking kidding me?! Out of all the spider totems to get stuck in the Void with and I end up with you!"

Oh I knew exactly where this was heading. A teenage superhero such as myself could only baton down the hatches and listen as this beautiful teenage fighting machine chewed me out. How is this both the most embarrassing and fulfilling moment of my life?

"I end up with the biggest fuck up in the multiverse! A spider-deadpool equivalent that couldn't save his Aunt May or Uncle Ben. Twice!"

It's true. I even somehow got my universe's Sean Bean killed. Yes. That Sean Bean. He wasn't even playing my Uncle Ben or anything!

Laura continued her little tirade, "No wonder the Spider Society turned you down! And the Avengers too! You can't save anyone or anything. Your world hates you! The girls you were supposed to love hate you! Mary Jane couldn't stand you. Gwen probably enjoyed death more than you!"

I could feel the anger rising up in the pit of my heart.

"The greatest joke is that no matter how much you wish for death to be with Gwen, you can't die! And it's one of God's greatest jokes on us instead of you!!!"

I was left in stone cold utter silence. I could feel my vision beginning to turn as red as my outfit.

"What?! No witty comeback?!"

"I'm going to fight you now" was all that left my mouth. And you know what? I meant it. Every. Last. Fucking. Word.

"Oh are you-?" THWIP! I shot one of my web guns, a web flew right over her mouth. The anger immediately flared in her eyes. Next thing I knew she lunged at me, claws out.

She grabbed my head and slammed it several times against the car radio. I grabbed her and gently pushed her against the driver seat. Hey I may be in a fight for my life but I’d still never hurt a woman.

Laura took one of her claws and ran it over the web, cutting it. I really should have taken Fictional Chemistry to understand that admantium is stronger than webs.

“This is ridiculous! I can’t hurt a girl!”

“A girl can hurt you!” She retorted before driving her claws in my lungs.

I kicked her straight thru the windshield of the Odyssey and into the forest in front of us. She simply smirked and dove right back thru. I had to admire her tenacity and endurance.

That admiration was interrupted with the familiar feeling of Adamantium being driven straight thru me, over and over.

She began muttering something in Spanish. Sadly I didn’t have the subtitles on so I couldn’t exactly know what she was saying. My Spanish only goes as far as my name: la piscina de aranas.

I pinned her to the second row seats, which were flattened like my heart was after the dog’s death in John Wick.

Laura simply laughed and kicked me straight thru the roof of the Honda. I landed on the roof with a sickening thud and rolled off, hitting the forest floor.

Laura, ever the tease, looked at me thru the window and gave me a come at me signal. “I am a teenage superhero,” I found myself wondering, “how am I terrified and yet so turned on?”

I pulled out my punch daggers and dived right thru the side window.

We traded blows and slashes. She let out a few huffs and groans. She straddled me and begins driving her claws repeatedly, coating the interior with a lovely shade of my blood.

She paused and looked at me in concern, “is that a Glock in your pocket?!”

“I never keep a Glock in there” I laughed before pulling out another gun, “I keep a Desert Eagle!”

Blam! Blam! I fired off several shots at her, one of which hit her rib and the other hit one of her claws.

“That all you got?” She asked me thru gritted teeth.

I grabbed my web gun and shot off several shots, encasing one of her arms in a giant web. She cut right thru it and lunges at me again. She forced us into the remaining back third row. Yeah the Odyssey has three rows. Three rows of get your freak on.

Next thing I knew Laura was looking at me with those brown eyes of hers. It had a mixture of anger and... Wait what was that? Is that lust?!

Well I guess it was. Because the next thing I knew she was driving her claws into the sides of the seats to my left and my right and then she kissed me full on lip lock with teeth hitting mine lip lock. Holy Stan Lee!

Each little growl that escaped her mouth was like a bit of heaven, a symphony to my ears, and quite possibly a fear of hell.

“I…uhh…” my brain tried to comprehend the exact situation that I was going through. It was something so great and yet so terrifying and couldn’t help it intrigue me even more.

“You talk too much” was her only response before she continued her onslaught of kisses. And boy was she right.

She shoved me down onto the remaining back seat, her lips never leaving mine. I began rubbing little circles into her back as the Honda continued rocking back and forth.

It was night by the time we had worked thru all of our differences…and no we did not go any farther than a PG-13 would allow.

Laura nuzzled me, laying against my chest. We shared a bottle of Coke that we found earlier. I gotta admit, besides the whole trying to kill me thing, I could really see a long partnership with her. Both crime fighting and in private.

“I’m sorry” she whispered. “It’s not your fault. The TVA is just the worst.”

“Yeah” I agreed, “sorry I shot you with a Desert Eagle”

Laura simply smirked and held up the bullet before dropping it on the Honda’s floor. “I’ll help you get back home”

“I’ll make sure you have a home to get back to.” I smiled at her and gave her forehead a little kiss.

“Aww” a new voice broke the silence. Laura and I turned to see Deadpool and Wolverine staring at us from outside the Honda.

“Young love” Deadpool chimed in.

OK, so not exactly how I was expecting this whole date to go, but I gotta say turn out better than I thought it would. And what can I say the Honda Odyssey really fucks.

[villifx]

it seemed a lot of people liked the brother-in-law merle headcanons and a couple of people like the idea of uncle merle, so... let's talk about how you and daryl make merle an uncle :)

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• you get pregnant not long after the group settles in alexandria

• merle keeps his distance from you while you're pregnant

• your hormones are all over the place, you go from laughing to crying at the drop of a dime, and any time he opens his mouth around you, he's always saying the wrong thing

• daryl has to play mediator so that you don't kill him, even though sometimes daryl considers doing it himself

• like when merle mentioned how big you were getting during your second trimester... *sigh*

• you cried

• daryl snapped

• it was... not a good day

• so he stays away for the most part, asking daryl when he wants to know how you're doing. he occasionally brings you some snacks that he must have stolen from the pantry, but you're always too hungry to care about how he got them

• first time merle actually calls you his sister out loud is after you've given birth and he holds his niece for the first time

• "atta girl, baby sister. you did real good."

• he is BEAMIIIINNGGG

• his eyes are just a little wet because the air is dry, that's all...

• he had wanted a nephew so bad, but the second he sees her, his heart grows three times it's size

• he was convinced that dixons could only make boys, but here he is holding a little dixon girl, daryl's babygirl, and she's the most precious thing he's ever seen

• constant jokes about needing a paternity test

• "i'm just saying, that nose is lookin' more like mine than yours, maybe your girl slipped into the wrong bed one night-" "shut the hell up, merle"

• merle always gives you a little wink to show he's just being an ass and not actually accusing you of such a thing

• which daryl knows. it doesn't annoy him any less, though

• never allowed to babysit EVERRRR. if your daughter isn't with aunt carol or aunt maggie, then she's at the grimes house. merle always has choice words about it

• okay, well... he babysits a couple times. and your daughter was returned back each time covered in dirt. one time merle carries her up to the door with wet pant legs pulled up to her knees and bits of leaves still strewn in her hair

• "oh... you had a fun time with uncle merle, huh?" "damn right she did, mamas. taught 'er how to catch frogs. babydoll, tell yer mama what a frog says!" "bib-bit!" "she's learnin'."

• saying the name merle is too complicated for your daughter's limited articulation, so she just calls him 'unca' while she's learning to talk.

• when your daughter DOES start to articulate...

• "son of a bitch!" "bitch!" "ha! that was good! wait- nah, nah, don't say that- aw, shit..." "shit!" "no!"

• he refuses to own up to it

• "merle! why's my daughter cursin' like a fuckin' sailor?" "well, darleena, sounds to me like she's gettin' it from you!"

• he's the favorite uncle (after aaron - your daughter adores aaron)

• rick's lowkey offended by it and tries to subtly bribe your daughter into saying she likes him more

• "uncle dick!"

• ...

• "... are you kiddin' me?" "don't know where she learned that from. must be a good judge'a character."

little bonus that doesn't have to do with uncle merle: it's really up to you, but i like to think that you and daryl would have agreed to name your daughter beth 🥺 you would have suggested the name, knowing that part of daryl never really healed after her death, and he would freeze. forgets how to breathe for a second as the memories wash over him. and then he would blink really fast as he feels his eyes start to water and he'd give you that soft little nod he does when he's trying not to cry. PLEASE- 😭

[vetochkarowan]

✨Let's talk about OCs!✨How would you describe your OC's personality/aesthetic? What's your favourite thing about them? Tell us a fun fact(s) about your OC or their creation!

❤️Send this to at least 3 people to spread some OC appreciation!❤️

Oh, thank you so much for addressing this question to our department of "Hyperfixation on OCs"! I happen to have a PhD in Macology, so buckle up—here comes PART ONE (this lecture is going to be long, make yourself comfortable).

So, for my first playthrough, I played Baldur's Gate with my husband, and we created a warlock-durge character together. That’s why Mac didn’t show up right away. (Fun fact: my husband suggested romancing Gale, but I let out a squeal of a 14-year-old fan at a BTS concert and he relented.)

Eventually, I realized I was head over heels for the game’s story and needed to play it again (and again). This time, with my own character. I liked the warlock durge’s story and thought Mac would fit with that tragic lute-player vibe. But then it hit me: you know what this party is missing? A normal person!

Spoiler: I didn’t manage to create a "normal" character because what’s a protagonist without a tragic backstory? But that’s how Tav—Mac—was born.

For the second playthrough, I started out determined to make her a sunshine girl with two long braids, but—surprise—braids were a mod! The disappointment was crushing. So, I went back to my favorite classic: curly red hair. (You can actually see all her stages of creation on my concept art sketches. Yes, I draw my characters before playing them...)

The name Mac (originally she was called Robin, by the way) came to me because of her hair color: "mac" means "poppy" in Russian. And so, for almost a year now (her anniversary’s coming up!), she has utterly taken over my heart and mind, with her guitar and her white streaks.

### Fun Facts About Mac:

- All the women in her family are named after flowers, and she’s dead set on continuing that tradition.

- She’s a half-elf: her mom is a wood elf, and her dad is human.

- She spent most of her childhood at sea because her dad is the captain of a semi-pirate ship (modern AU version: he’s a marine biologist).

- Her mom was a scientist who disappeared when Mac was nine. She was searched for tirelessly but was never found.

- Mac has a maternal aunt named Lutik (Buttercup) who keeps the entire family in line with an iron fist.

- She chose the bard profession because her mom dreamed of it.

- As a child, she was kidnapped and sent to an island with other children, where she had to survive for two years.

- On that island, she was nearly devoured by a giant snake but narrowly escaped (that’s where her scars come from; this story exists in her modern AU too).

- Her white streaks appeared during her time on the island.

- After witnessing most of the other kids die, she developed an obsessive need to protect all children. (I even have a little comic about this.)

- She adores children in general.

- She fights with a crossbow and illusion magic.

- Her favorite animal is a rabbit.

- She loves collecting little trinkets—stones, shells, charms.

- Her favorite color is turquoise.

- She’s an amazing musician and loves singing most of all.

- Singing and... Astarion.

- She’s a early bird.

- Her favorite things include the smell of the sea, pebbles, spruce coffee with milk, the sound of applause, a crackling campfire, warmth, traveling, and swimming.

- Her family has a villa near Baldur’s Gate, gifted to her by her father, where she and Astarion settled after their adventure. (In the modern AU, it’s a two-room apartment.)

That concludes PART ONE! Up next: her first concepts.

[storiesfromafan]

Two Worlds - Benny x Reader

A/N: @12joeywheelerfangirl requested that I write a Benny one shot around Day of the Dead. I hope this is alright. I know I didn't go into too much detail about culture and heritage, just because I didn't want to write the wrong thing 😅

I'm from Australia, and my heritage is English/Scottish. So I did my best with keeping it more nuetural. I truly hope I don't upset anyone 😅 But this was fun to write, maybe I might explore more in the future.

If anyone wants to send a request, my box is open 🙂

Summary: what happen's when benny shows up during Day of the Dead, and you're family doesn't know about your boyfriend...

Preparations for Day of the Dead had been priority with your family. Because of this you had been going to work and coming home, forgoing visiting Grand and Division, and hardly seeing your man. You had been making excuses for your absence to Benny. But that was because you were unsure how he would feel about the tradition of your culture.

Anyone outside of your family didn’t know much about your heritage, it was something you kept to yourself. It’s not because you were embarrassed by it, it was more due to how people have taken it in the past. And you weren’t sure how Benny would take your culture and heritage. You couldn’t handle the man who you adore not accepting that side of you, so you keep it separate. If only it could stay that way...

Your parents house was in a flourish with your aunts, uncles, cousins and close family friends. All doing their parts. The men were setting up the alter – or ofrenda – and the big family dinner table. The women were preparing food, there would be so much food. And the young ones were either sorting out flowers or playing. You had been helping with the food, helping with cutting vegetables. All the women were talking, swapping stories and laughing. Which you enjoyed. Happy for the warmth in the house.

Then the doorbell to your front door rang, your mother called to you to answer it. Reluctantly you agreed, wiping your hands before leaving the kitchen and heading to the front door. Once more the doorbell rang, and you called out for them to hold on in Spanish. Thinking it was no doubt someone else within the family, maybe a friend of the family. If only it had been someone here for the gathering.

Upon opening the door you continued to greet them in Spanish, only for words to die on your tongue at the sight of the person you had been making excuses to: Benny. He was standing before your front door, hands in his jacket pockets and a look of worry on his face as his baby blues looked to you. You were shocked to see him. And then you began to worry as you could hear the laughter and voices coming from inside. Stepping out onto the porch, you closed the door behind you, resting against it.

“B-Benny, what are ya doing here?” You asked him, voice shaking from the worry of the chances of your two worlds colliding. And one possibly ending at the same time.

Benny’s eyes darted to the door behind you before his gaze came back to you. He sighed. “Is everythin' alright? Ya told me you weren’t feelin' good" he paused as there was more noise coming from inside your house. “But you’re havin' a party or somethin'?”

You wanted to tell him he was right and it was a party, but not in the traditional sense. And it would have been easier to just tell him that, and then send him on his way. But you were conflicted. Taking a deep breath you stepped away from the door, hands running over your swing dress out of nerves. You moved over to the bench on the porch, the one your mother loved to sit on and drink iced tea on warm afternoons. You took a seat and offered the seat next to you for Benny, but he moved to lean against the railing before you. You took that as your sign to go on.

“It’s not a party, not in a traditional sense" you stated, thinking over you next choice of words. “It’s kind of a tradition in my family, well culture, which I don’t think you’d understand-”

“How do ya know I wouldn’t understand is ya don’t tell me?” Benny questioned in defence. His eyes drawing in on you, making you want to shrink back.

“I-its just...in the past people don’t take my culture that well. And I didn’t want to put you off or trouble you with it...” you replied, voice dropping at the end.

Benny huffed. “Ya think I wouldn’t accept your culture and heritage?”

You nodded your head.

He sighed, running his hand threw his golden messy locks before moving to sit next to you. Benny took a hold of your hands. “Baby, I accept you – all of you. You just have to let me in, let me get to know that part of ya".

You looked at Benny with complete surprise and astonishment. Benny had just said he wanted to know all of you. Your heart skipped a beat from his words and the sincere look in his eyes. You squeezed his hands, as a soft smile formed on your lips. Benny smiled, mirroring yours. You moved a hand to cup his cheek, thumb running over the stubble, enjoying the feeling of it against your skin. Then you leant up slightly to place a chaste kiss to Benny’s full lips.

“You don’t know how happy that makes me to hear" you said softly against his lips.

Benny pecked your lips. “I always want to make ya happy" he replied just as softly.

This beautiful, perfect moment between you both of course had to be ruined when your front door swung open. Quickly you pulled back from Benny, as your family didn’t really know about him, just as your mother came out with a worried look upon her face. Her frantic eyes looked out at the front yard before turning to face you and Benny. She sighed, relieved to find you still on the property.

Words of relief left her lips in Spanish, before she realised who was sitting next to you. “I-I'm sorry" your mother said in a fluster under Benny’s gaze. “I did not realise you had a guest mija”.

You blushed, getting to your feet. “It’s fine, Benny was about to leave" you replied in a rush, taking a hold of Benny's arm and guiding him to the porch stairs.

You wouldn’t mind your man meeting your parents. But not like this. Not with your extended family and friends here. You could only imagine what your uncles and male cousins would do or say, being the protective males in your life. Nor could you deal with those females that would fuss over Benny and his gorgeous face. So you knew Benny had to go, before your mother invited him in. And prolonging your unease and suffering.

“Ah mija!” your mother protested. You and Benny stopping to look to her. “Why don’t you bring your boyfriend in?” She asked, a sly smile on her face. Telling you she knew, she knew too much.

“Oh no” you fussed. “Benny probably has other things to do".

Benny – who had been silently watching you and your mother – smile that charming smile at your mother, whom you swear looked to swoon. “I don’t have anythin' else to do. I would love to come in”.

The smile on your mothers face light up, beaming at his words. She moved to him, taking hold of Benny’s arm before practically dragging him inside. All the while you were left there cursing your man. As well as not looking forward to your family’s reaction to him. Reluctantly you entered back into the house after them, closing and locking the front door.

You could hear your mother in the kitchen, introducing Benny to your aunts and older female cousins. Moving to lean against the door frame you were greeted to the sight of the older women fussing over him. The look of uncertainty on Benny’s face made you smile and giggle. He was use to women flirting with him, but older women fussing over him was very different. One aunt was complementing his blue eyes, while another admired his handsome face and saying it to him. And finally another aunt was trying to feed him something she’d been cooking. Oh poor Benny.

He turned to you, silently asking for help. But you decided to mouth I tried to warn you.

But he didn’t let up with the save me eyes. Rolling your eyes you pushed off the door frame and headed over to him. You wrapped your arms around Benny’s and called for their attention, which took a moment. For the women around you both were so taken with your Vandal. One cousin openly questioning how you’d met. Which got all the women to grow quiet. All their eyes on you.

You smiled uneasily. “W-well...we, we met at one of Benny's clubs meetings". That was the safest way to explain it, best to word it that doesn’t use the word bar. Or else your aunts and mother would skin you alive.

They all cooed and fussed some more. You held on to Benny, trying to work out the best way for you both to escape. Thankfully your mother stepped up, shushing  the women before guiding you both toward the door you’d come from.

“Enough ladies" you mother addressed the other women, before smiling to you both. “Why don’t you take Benny out the back. Your father would be happy to meet him".

You groaned. “Must I?”

She chuckled. “Yes mija. He’s been waiting for this moment" and then she winked pushing you on, before returning to the cooking.

Reluctantly you led Benny down the hall and out the back door, were you both could hear the rest of your family. Just as you made it to the door, Benny stopped you and you looked up at him in confusion.

“Let me guess, you want to run away?” You asked understanding if he truly wanted to go.

Not missing a beat Benny lent down till his face was before yours. “Nope, I’m not goin’ anywhere baby" he then places a kiss to your forehead. “I just wanted a moment with ya before possibly gettin' my ear chewed off".

You smiled at how sweet your man was being. And you would have thoroughly enjoyed this moment if you hadn’t heard giggling coming from the other end of the hall. Looking around Benny you were greeted to two of your cousins sticking their head out into the hall. You shooed them away, but they didn’t go right away. It was their names being called by someone in the kitchen that got them to leave.

“Should I know anythin’ before goin' out there?” Benny’s question brought you back to him.

You looked at him confused before remembering where you both were and what was about to come. “Ah well...I’d say be yourself, but maybe a toned down version of you?”

Benny gave you a funny look.

“Just till they get to know you!” You added in a hurry, which had Benny chuckling.

“It’s alright baby" Benny took one of your hands in his larger one, and squeezed. “I’ll be alright, so long as ya with me". He winked.

You giggled, shaking your head. “I’ll do my best to stay at your side". You reach up and kissed Benny’s cheek.

With a deep breath you pushed open the door with your free hand, the other still holding onto Benny’s tightly. Moving out into the backyard you noted that the dinning table was arranged with many chairs, and some of the younger cousins were putting out the cutlery, plates and cups. While in the small shed were your uncles, friends and father, all talking and laughing. You gathered they were sharing a memory of someone in the family.

You led Benny by the table, messing up the hair of a few of the kids in passing. You were headed for the older men and male cousins. Benny could see them gathered but didn’t understand what was going on. He figured there was a family dinner going on, but why were the men so concerned with a set of shelves. Which had lace and flowers on it.

“What’s that about?” Benny asked softly, gesturing to what you see as an alter.

You smiled at him. “They’re getting the ofrenda, or alter ready".

“For...?”

“For us to put photos of our family and friends that we have lost on it. And then we will place offerings, usually food and drink but for those lost when they were young, we offer some toys".

“And you do that because?” Benny was intrigued by now.

“It’s what is known as Day of the Dead. We come together to pay respects and remember those lost, hoping for their souls to visit us” you explained.

“We also have a family feast, telling stories of those we’ve lost to honour their memory. It is also a time to bring family and friends close together" came your father’s voice.

You stiffened, grip on Benny’s hand tightening in worry. Benny caressed your hand with his thumb, hoping it would help ease you a bit. But from the frantic look in your eyes, that stared at your father, Benny could tell it hadn’t.

“Mija, who’s your friend?” Your father asked, though his tone had a knowing tone to it.

You swallowed. “T-this is-" you begun in a stutter.

Unwillingly, Benny let go of your hand before moving over to your father. Holding out his hand, Benny introduced himself. “I am Benny, sir".

Looking from Benny to you, and then back to Benny. Your father took his hand and slowly shook it. “Benny, hmm? And how do you know (Y/N)?” There was that knowing tone again.

You looked to Benny, who continued to look at your father. He held his head up, confident and unwavering. “I’m her boyfriend" Benny finally said.

Well that caused the men around the ofrenda to quiet down and look toward you both. While your father stared at Benny with a blank face. It was like this for a few minutes before a smile crossed your father’s face, and a chuckle to leave his lips. You were shocked. For your father hardly smiled and chuckled at the same time. Slapping Benny’s arm, your father then moved to place a hand on his back and bringing him forward to your uncles, cousins and friends. All the while you stood there dumbfounded.

You watched how your father introduced Benny around. And how your family seemed to warmly accept your man. Yet you were still so confused to what was going on. In the past, when your previous boyfriends were brought home to meet the family, your parents had never been so accepting. So, why was Benny the acceptation?

“Seems everything is going well mija" came your mothers sweet voice.

Turning around you saw that the food was being brought out by the women. Looking to your mother you asked, “why are you both so cool about Benny?”

She smiled brightly at you. “He seems like a good young man” – she handed you a tray with food for the ofrenda – “as well as I have met him before. I had been coming home with some shopping, unfortunately one of my bags broke. Your young man was kind enough to help me...and mentioned you. From that I put two and two together".

Squishing your cheeks together, your mother giggled before walking back into the house. Your cheeks heated up knowing that your parents knew about Benny for a while, when you’d been trying to keep your worlds apart. And then you wondered why Benny never mentioned speaking with your mother.

With tray in hand, you moved to the men and the ofrenda. There was joyous cheers when you arrived with food to offer. And then a few other aunts and cousins brought more food. Once everyone was gathered, food place on a near by table for the moment. Benny stood by you, as your father spoke to all. Recalling what tonight was, why you partake in Day of the Dead and then showed the first photo that would be placed on the ofrenda, followed by who the couple in the photo was, his parents.

Each older family member came forward and placed their photo, and recalling who was in it. Finally it was your turn. You smiled to Benny before stepping forward. You picked up the photo you’d brought for the onfrenda. You looked down at the old photograph of your great aunt Sofia. You hardly knew her before she passed when you were eight. But from what you can remember, and what others had told you, she meant dearly to you.

“I place this photo of great aunt Sofia" you stated, putting down the small frame with the others. “I barely remember her, but I know she loved us all dearly".

After a moment you moved back to Benny, who placed his arm around you. You snuggled into his side, as he took the time to place a quick kiss to your head. Which didn’t go unnoticed by your parents and a few other family members. Once all photos were placed, various family moved to place down food and drinks, along with a few small toys.

With that done, your aunts called all to dinner. The young ones moved the quickest, your uncles, aunts, cousins and friends following. Benny guided you to the long dinner table, your mother gesturing to where you both could sit. With a brief speech from your father, all then dug into the food laid out before you all. There was chatter and laughing, with full plates and drinks. This was the warm family dinners you will always remember. And loved having Benny here, who seemed to be comfortable and liking it.

There was more questions aimed at you and Benny from your aunts and cousins. All wanting to know all the details of your relationship. You were unsure with your replies, while Benny was confident. It made you adore this man so much more. And how well he was handling it all, it made you happy. Your worlds meeting and looking to be getting along.

When everyone was finished, you were helping clear the table and Benny was giving you a hand. Even when a few uncles told him he didn’t have to do that, and join them. But Benny wanted to help with clean up. A stack of plates, a few cups and cutlery, Benny followed you inside to the kitchen. Handing off your stack to a cousin, Benny doing the same, the women in the room thanking you both. Your mother past you both, briefly putting a hand on both your shoulders and smiling.

After that you left the kitchen and was about to head back to the others, but Benny grabbed your hand, halting you. You gave him a quizzical look, he just moved his head in the direction of your front door. Getting the hint you let him lead you out to the porch, he closed the door for you both as you moved to lean against the railing. When he joined you, Benny moved close to you, wrapping his arms around your waist. You brought your hands up to rest on his shoulders.

Benny kissed your temple tenderly. “Why have ya never told me about ya heritage and culture?”

You stiffened, before sighing. “Well...I wasn’t sure if you would understand. In the past, people have never been as accepting as you Benny. I-I was scared you’d, you know, run away...”

One of Benny’s hands moved to lightly hold your chin, his eyes boring into yours. “I ain’t runnin' anywhere...unless ya with me".

Your heart skipped a beat, stomach a live with fluttering butterflies from the look he was giving you, and his words. And you believe him wholeheartedly. “I know Benny, I know that now...thank you”.

He smiled down at you. “What ya thankin' me for?”

You smiled brightly, as hand moving to play with the hair at the back of his neck. “For accepting all of me". And you leant up, placing a tender kiss to his lips.

Benny pulled you close, kissing you back. Of course he’d accept all of you, as you’d accepted all of him. Nothing was ever going to make him not accept you or run away.

Pulling back, Benny rested his forehead against yours. “Your my girl, I ain’t lettin' ya go".

You giggled. “And I’m never letting you go Benny”.

[its-time-to-write]

chapter 3

table of contents

tell me something awful

Madeline’s in Milan the next week, and it feels strange not to have her show up on your doorstep with a coffee and eat everything in your pantry while explaining the latest and greatest in her dating life. The first few days are fine, but by the third one you’re lonely. 

And afraid, a little bit.

You don’t want to leave the house and risk running into Jamie. He doesn’t want kids you remind yourself in an effort to soothe your fears of a custody dispute. He doesn’t get to have Clare, he can’t; you’ll move heaven and earth to make sure he doesn’t take her away.

But as previously stated: you’re lonely. And besides, one coffee run can’t hurt, right? Jamie has to be at training anyway.

So you wrap Clare to your chest, throw on your long coat, grab her bag and head out the door. It’s a quick walk from your place to Kiss the Hippo. You place your order and sway in time with the music playing in the background. You’re glad Clare is an easy baby- she has more your temperament than Jamie’s.

The door opens and a bearded man walks in. He’s clearly American and, unfortunately, decked out in Richmond coaching gear. This has got to be one of Jamie’s coaches. Clare turns her head to the sound and you can’t remember if she can actually see that far away or not. It doesn’t matter, the man can see her just fine, and he does a double take.

“Wow. That kid looks just like this little douchebag I know,” he says, and you raise an eyebrow at him.

“Not that your baby is a douchebag,” he hastily amends. “I just meant- facial structure- and for a baby that young, the genetics- I’m so fucking sorry.”

You laugh. “Not a problem. I know what you mean. Yeah, she doesn’t look so much like me, does she? But thank god she’s got my personality. Not sure I could handle it if she were like her dad.”

“Is her dad Jamie Tartt?” the American jokes. “Name’s Beard, by the way. Nice to meet you.” 

You shake his hand and tell him your name, but don’t tell him Clare’s. You realize Jamie doesn’t know her name so it probably wouldn’t be a good idea to tell his coach.

The barista calls out your name so you grab your coffee and smile at Beard. “You should come to a game sometime,” he says. “I bet you could get in for free if you put your kid in a Tartt onesie.”

You keep your smile affixed to your face and shrug before leaving as quick as you can without being obvious. The walk back to your house feels longer, and you try to regulate your heartbeat so it doesn’t affect Clare. 

You call Madeline as soon as you get home.

“Guess who’s here with me?” she asks before you can get a word out. “Keeley fucking Jones. Did you know she’s actually really fucking cool? You’d like her. And Clare always needs more aunts.”

“Madeline.”

“Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her about Clare.” She rolls her eyes. “I’m not that stupid. She had some interesting things to say about Tartt, I will tell you that.”

Your heart clenches. “Such as?”

Madeline’s momentarily distracted as some unknown hand passes her a bright orange drink. “She said he’s actually decent for once in his life, whatever that means. I think there’s a part of her that’s a little still in love with him.”

That does nothing for the sinking feeling in your chest, except instead of it being at the thought of Jamie taking away Clare it’s at the thought of him getting back together with Keeley. Keeley, who is fun and hot and has no children.

Madeline’s voice brings you back to reality. “Why are you making that face? And where’s Bean? Can I see her?” 

You go to get her out of her crib and hold the phone so Madeline can see her. “Hi Bean,” Madeline sing-songs. “Auntie Mads is asking your mum why she looks so fucking anxious.”

“I don’t want Jamie to get custody of Clare and I don’t want him to get back with fucking Keeley Jones,” you say in a rush.

Madeline takes a long sip of her drink before saying, “Well shit, babe.”

You shrug. “I’m twenty-four, babe. I have a baby and a house and a career, but I still want to get back with my hot footballer ex.”

“Obviously,” she replies. “It’s just biology at this point, my darling. And as far as Tartt goes, I’ll kill him myself if he tries anything.”

It’s reassuring; you know Madeline won’t actually kill him, but you’re certain she will make him wish he were dead.

“Alright. I’ll let you get back to your drink and your… date?” you probe. 

Madeline laughs. “Oh it’s not that serious. So call me again whenever you like, alright?” She puts her face close to the screen. “Bye Clare. Be good for your mummy and I’ll bring you back something from Dior.”

The screen goes black and you’re left in silence. There are two particular points you’re stuck on. The first being the fact that Jamie does not seem like the kind of person to actually want to raise a child. So logically, you’re safe in that respect.

The second point is that Keeley Jones, notorious for dragging men in the media, said Jamie is- what was it- decent for once in his life.

He’d been decent at one point before all this, too. Back when he spent every night at your place, some nights just to sleep and talk while you taught him the basics of cooking. 

There were many evenings where he’d pull you outside to kick a football around, and where he let you score goal after goal against him.

You’d been with him a year. It felt like forever. It felt like it should have been forever.

It was a mistake. It was never going to be that long.

—

Beard keeps replaying the scene over in his head the whole way back to the Dogtrack. He’d think he was going crazy if he didn’t already know for a fact that he was. It just didn’t make sense any other way, but it was strange. It didn’t track that someone would have a Premier League baby and not at least be taking the story to the Sun. Maybe Jamie was paying child support on the side? The girl seemed well put together and no ring on her hand, so odds were poor that she had cheated on a long-term lover or husband.

And come to think of it, she hadn’t told him the kid’s name.

Not that she had to, but most new parents (in his experience) were eager to gush about their babies and tell you all the details you wish you could unheard. 

So he thinks.

He thinks and thinks and thinks himself past Ted, past Nate, past Sam and Isaac and all the way to Roy.

He grunts in the doorway to make himself known and Roy barely moves. But Beard and Roy speak the same language so Beard knows he can come in. He shuts the door behind him, and that’s enough for Roy to look at him with one eyebrow raised.

“Jamie’s got a kid,” Beard says.

Roy lets out a low whistle. “No shit,” he says in awe, “Can’t fucking say I’m fucking shocked, but I am fucking surprised. How the fuck did you find that one out?”

“Ran into the girl at the Hippo. Kid looks just like him. And she acted all weird.”

“So you’re fucking guessing, is what you’re fucking saying. You see a baby that fucking looks like Tartt and your first fucking conclusion is that it’s his.” Roy shakes his head. Beard’s strange, but this is a bit much even for him.

“It’s his fucking kid, Roy. I swear to Jesus Christ on Mars, it’s his fucking kid. I’d bet what’s left of my kidneys.”

Roy acquiesces. Odds are good Jamie does have at least one child out in the world, but strange that there’s one in Richmond. “Fucking weird no one’s heard of it,” he remarks. “You’d think the fucking Sun would have a fucking field day with that shit.”

Beard claps his hands together. “That’s what I fucking thought to! This is why I came to you. How the fuck am I supposed to keep on living with this knowledge? Do you think Jamie knows? Does she have a restraining order? Why the fuck are you Brits so weird?”

There’s a knock on the door and they both jump. Jamie opens the door slightly. “Can I leave early, coach? Got an appointment, like. Already let Ted know and he said to ask you.”

He’s met with silence. 

“The fuck is wrong with you lot? Can I go or not?” he asks, exasperated.

Roy nods once and Jamie breezes out the door without a backwards glance.

“Can’t believe that little shit procreated,” Roy muses.

Beard shakes his head. “I’m telling you Roy, his genetics are fucking strong. The kid’s mom said she’s glad the kid was more like her and less like her dad, which seems like a blessing.”

Roy chuckles. “Sounds like something the mother of Tartt’s child would say.”

next chapter

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5. I'm sorry

⚠️ Spoilers ahead, tiny bit of smut

Everyone was going home today, you managed to get doa alone for a few minutes but she didn't know what harin was taking either. Despite the events yesterday you did have some fun here. Yerim was still checking her phone every 5 seconds hoping that eunjeong would text. A few days passed by and suji managed to stop the game but now the whole world knew and they started an investigation. You never saw harin look so... Hurt. Dayeon had voted to quit the game and that was a slap to harin's face but it didn't compare to the look on her face when you stood up. You hated yourself for breaking her like that and were tempted to walk up to her and hold her. You had to keep yourself from actually doing it and avoided looking at her.

When they started the said investigation the class got diveded into groups and send off to other classes. You hadn't seen harin in the past 2 days until she showed up at your door. It was near 11 at night when your doorbell rang and you opened your door to a crying harin.

"I know I hurt you." she sniffled. "give me a chance to make things right. Come with me, we can transfer schools and start over. I promise I'll do whatever you want. Just please..... Don't leave me. I-I'm scared of being a-alone."

Seeing her this vulnerable broke you, "come here" you pulled her into your arms and inside the house before closing the door. For once you were sure this was real, no games and no ulterior motives. She started crying harder as you lead her towards the couch. "i'm here, I got you. Just let everything out." you ran your hand softly through her newly cut hair. When she came to school with this new look she shocked everyone but She was still just as beautiful.

"I-I'm sorry for SH-showing up like this." she stuttered out when she had calmed down.

"it's okay don't worry about that but uuh... How did you know where I live?" you asked carefully.

"I read your file and I know that's wrong but I did it with everyone back then." she made a move to sit up but you just nudged her back.

"it's okay, just lay down for a little while." she moved back in your arms and layed her head on your chest. "what else do you know about me from my file?"

"that you live with your aunt." she grabbed your hand that wasn't playing with her hair and gave a kiss on it. "i'm so sorry about your parents I didn't know."

"it's okay, it's a long time ago." you sighed as memories flashed inside your mind. You had lost your parents when you were 6, they had dropped you off at school and later got into an accident. You remember your aunt picking you up and taking you home, her sitting you down and telling you about what had happened and that you could stay with her if you wanted too.

"where is your aunt?"

"somewhere in Italy I think?" as you thought back to remember, harin moved and layed down with her head in your lap to look at you.

"you don't know where she is?"

"I know she's in Italy, she left a few weeks ago to work on some deals in a couple of cities. She mentioned them and wrote them down somewhere but I don't remember where."

"is she gone a lot?"

"from time to time. She only started traveling for work 2 years ago. I don't mind it though, I can take care of myself." you smiled down at her.

"I can see that." she smiled up at you, "I never knew you were from a wealthy background. Didn't you get a scholarship to baekyeon?"

"shouldn't you know that since you read my file?" you teased and she nudged you, "I did get an art scholarship. My aunt said I should take it, she'd put the money she normally had to pay in my college fund." you ran your fingers through her hair again before trailing them down to caress her cheek, "I can't just transfer because you ask me, you know that right?"

She lets out a sigh and closes her eyes at your touch, leaning into your hand with a sad smile. " I know. It just would've been nice to make a fresh start with my- with you." she catches herself just before she slipped but you knew what she wanted to say and couldn't help but smile. She was going to refer to you as her girlfriend. "Why are you smiling like that?"

"What were you going to say…" you wanted to hear her say it. "myyyyyy...." you dragged out in a teasing tone and she rolled on her side, nuzzling her face into your stomach gently. "come on, say it." you gently poked her side making her laugh.

"don't make me say it please." she muttered into your shirt. As you ran your hand through her hand again she moved back again. "thank you for tonight. I know I don't deserve it." her bottomlip trembled slightly at her words and you shook your head before leaning down, "You are the only one who has ever cared this much." she mumbled against your lips before giving in to the kiss.

Harin slipped her hand behind your neck as she moved up to sit next to you again. Slowely she leaned backwards, pulling you with her until she was laying down on the couch with you on top of her. Before things get too heated you pull away, "harin I can't do this. You're too vulnerable right now and I don't want to take advantage."

"You're not I promise. I want this, please. I want you. I..." She's clearly struggling to keep her tears from falling and you quickly wipe the ones that fall away, "I want to know how it feels to be loved."

"you already do." you smile softly at her, "because I love you. Even after everything I still loved you and I hated it, I still wanted to believe that the girl I'm looking at right now was still in there. I'm so happy that I was right about it."

"please" she pulls you closer again and your lips hover right above hers, "please I want to - " her voice cracks at the end and you folded, leaning down to connect your lips in a passionate kiss. She sighs as you slip your knee in-between her thighs, her hands slip under your shirt and you gasped at the cold feeling.

"we should take this to the bedroom." you pull her off the couch but harin quickly reconnects your lips. Never in a million years did you think she could be this needy and submissive, she always appeared confident but the girl in your arms was so fragile. As you make your way to your bedroom you bump into stuff and it makes the both of you chuckle every time, smiling against each other's lips but never straying to far from the other. You manage to get to your bed without breaking anything, harin sat down before you could even say something and slightly tugs at your shirt to get you on top of her again.

You leaned down to press another kiss on her lips as you fiddled with the buttons of her cardigan. Once you popped the last one open, harin had pulled it off immediately. She grabbed the hem of your shirt and only when you nodded did she pull it off of you. "are you sure?" you ask again.

"yes." she puts a hand on your hip and pulls you closer to her, "i'm a 100% sure."

"if you want to stop you can say so okay?" You cupped her cheeks and made her look up at you, "and please tell me if something makes you uncomfortable." she nodded at your words and with those promises made you both stripped down completely. Once completely void of clothes you climb in bed, kissing and caressing one another's body. As you're kissing down harin's neck You reached down and rubbed her clit. You started off slowly making small circles. If she wants to feel loved then that's what you'll do, shower her with soft and gentle touches until she reached her high. She squirmed at the sensation, her nails scratching down your back in a silent plea to give her more.

Her eyes fall shut when you curl your fingers inside her, hitting that sweet spot over and over again. The sounds that were escaping were music to your ears but you needed more, you needed to hear her moan your name, needed to know how she tasted. You lick your lips at the thought and made your way down her body, kissing and marking a trail that would only be known by the two of you.

“oh fuck,” she moaned, tossing her head back with a heavy gasp as your lips sealed shut around her sensitive nub. She grabbed your head and pullled you closer, feeling the pleasure get more and more intense. You switched between licking and sucking while your fingers still pumped inside of her. As you feel her walls clench on your fingers you knew she was close and were torn between staying in-between her legs and finishing her off or to add more sensation with your kisses. She wanted to feel loved so it was an easy decision. You get back up to her face as you reposition your hand so your palm would replace the friction of your tongue while your fingers were still pumping and curling inside of her, hitting her g spot over and over again.

You kiss a trail up and down her neck, stopping at her pulse point and biting down as you feel her body tense up. "it's okay, let go baby" harin's nails drag down your back as her orgasm arrives.

"fuck." she moans as she comes down from her high. Your fingers still slowely going in and out to let her ride it out completely. "I could get use to that"

"So could I" you said as you smiled against her skin. "do you... do you want to stay?" you leaned up on your elbows and watched her think it over, " we can wash up and cuddle."

"I'll stay" she smiles. "but only if you join me."

"don't get too bold now," you leaned down and stole a few kisses, " I can do much more then I just did, remember our conversation in the art studio at school?"

"hmm, I do and you weren't lying when you said you were good with your hands."

"come on," you got off the bed and held out your hand, " let's take a shower before we go to bed. You can use my bathroom, I'll change the sheets when you're in there and you can just grab anything from my closet. I'll be in the other bathroom if you need anything okay? It's down the hall on the right."

You stripped your bed from the sheets and replaced them with fresh linen, threw the dirty ones in the washing machine and hopped in the shower. When you get back to your bedroom harin is already laying down on the freshly made bed in your clothes and you had to admit you liked the sight more than you thought you would. you slipped in beside her and the moment you stopped moving she turns around to cuddle into you, nuzzling her face in the crook of your neck and a hand on your stomach underneath your shirt. "goodnight princess."

you hear her mumble something back but it was too hard to make out what she said as she was succumbing to her sleep.

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hi hi hi hi hi I'm a new follower!! Can you tell me anything and everything about Aurora Soothsayer? Pretty please? I love starbee sm and I really like Aurora's design- (I also really like that Starscream is the carrier because that's kinda rare in this ship which is a SHAME, because I feel like the starbee dynamic gets 100% more cute and funny if Starscream is all whiny and needy and constantly uses the 'I'm the one carrying our child' argument 24/7)

IVE BEEN DYING FOR SOMEONE TO ASK ABOUT MY THEORIES HAND ON - I MADE A MODEL! /REF

ONG YOU ASK ABOUT HER! THANK YOU SO MUCH YOU REALLY MAKE MY DAY SO MUCH BETTER!

YAP ALERT! Bc I have so much to talk about her!!! (Also I’m glad you like the Star Carrier concept because YES, to me it just felt right and thinking about a more whiny Starscream it’s funny to think about!!)

Okay so LETS BEGIN!

1.- Her names are both a mix of Human + Cybertronian names. Bee suggested the human name (it was TC’s idea*) and Starscream suggested the Cybertronian name, because no way in hell his sparkling is going to be name after something the “fleshings” invented. They had a full debate on how to name her and it took them months before deciding that both names are okay.

[Ironically Starscream calls her Rory and Bee calls her Soo]

2. She can be considered a very spoiled child, she basically gets all what she wants if she asks, their parents give her everything but she doesn’t act like spoiled child, she’s actually a very sweet bot once you gain her confidence! Spoiled sweet if you want to name it

3. She’s a Sire’s girl. After the war and Bee trying to play the diplomat (again) he just realized it wasn’t really for him, too much pressure and basically became the cybertronian equivalent of stay home dad, while Starscream (after getting his body back) with tons of effort and trial, became a judge inside the Supreme Justice Court in the New Cybertron.

She grew up mostly with Bee, but that doesn’t mean she doesn’t love her carrier just as much.

4. Aurora absolutely loves Windblade and Windblade absolutely loves her.

I hc that Bee and Wind see each other as siblings, so that’s her fav auntie, because by Primus, she has a lot of aunts and uncles (courtesy of Bee’s friendly personality). And from the Elite trine, she likes to hang out with TC more, she likes to hear what his new script going and also stories of Marissa and Buster and wishes she met them.

5. One of my fav details about her. Her eyes. Probably you notice but Aurora is basically the carbon copy of Bee, everything about her is just like looking at a femme Bee BUT her eyes are completely different. She got her eyes from Star, it presented as a manifestation of Starscream’s true form, almost like a sign of “you were able to become your true self”.

And of course, Starscream loves her eyes. And it’s more deep than just vanity and seeing himself somewhere in her. He’s happy she had the opportunity to be who she was intended to do, something that was took away from him.

6. She is the equivalent of a 18-19 year old in Cybertronian years.

7. She never got to met Optimus nor Megatron. She did hear about them and the war (I mean of course Bee and Star are basically veterans) she knows more about Optimus and she constantly has a dream where she meets him. Bee tells her he’s probably visiting her, that’s something Optimus will do.

Megatron is a more mysterious topic for her, she knows him by the stories others tells her but she hears almost nothing about him from Starscream. He tells her is better to leave it that way, Megatron’s memory doesn’t deserve to remain hunting him or his family. (Tho that doesn’t stop Star from still making fun of Megatron )

8. (this is more a Starscream fact inside this universe but it’s still related to Aurora) Starscream had a hard time trying to find a way to show her affection towards her without fucking it up. When he discovered they were having a sparkling he was nonchalant at first but as soon as he started to actually feel Aurora’s spark growing inside him something in him changed. He started to panic, so oddly of him, but he realized he doesn’t know how to be a parent and properly show affection.

Sure, he does show affection towards Bee, but that’s because Bee made it easier for him. Bee was a full formed bot. But this little sparkling was something new, something HE DID and for the first time he tried his best to not self sabotage himself ever again.

Aside of Bee, Windblade helped him a lot to process his feelings and he started to stand her, just a little.

[*Aurora’s name]: Thundercracker being the one with the idea of Aurora’s names is an understatement.

It was more like: Bee went to TC to ask him for advice because he couldn’t decide a name. TC was just nodding while writing his new script and Bee ranted in the background, he nodded at every statement of Bee, not really paying attention.

And accidentally he blurted aloud the name of Aurora while also coming out for the name of his new co-protagonist and Bee absolutely loved it and basically stormed off from TC’s home. He was so confused.

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I want trouble to go up to Peter and tell him to leave her alone PERMANENTLY bc that "no one is gonna try to date me bc we were seen together" shit is so annoying. I want her to tell him thats toxic and she would never do that to him pls

‘i unblocked you to yell at you.’

‘Please do.’

‘you’re toxic. you’re mean and toxic and holding me back. i would NEVER go around telling girls to watch out and be weary because you’re mine. it’s weird and gross.’

‘funny how you never wanna respond when you’re caught in your shit. you act like a tough guy but you can’t ever back it up.’

‘I’m not holding you back. I told Tarrent to stop his bullshit. It’s not on me if people still don’t want to mess around with you, I did what you asked.’

‘there’s an underlying threat and you know it.’

‘There isn’t.’

‘you know what? i didn’t wanna do this to you, parker but you made me.’

‘i’m gonna go out with zach kelph and you can’t do shit about it.’

‘That’s a low blow, trouble.’

‘Real low.’

‘you think it’s fun messing with me. it’s not my fault the only guy who isn’t scared is the guy you hate.’

‘if you were smarter you would’ve thought this through.’

‘I’m sorry that guys are blowing you off and making you feel shitty. That was all Tarrent, I had nothing to do with it. The worst I’ve done is follow you around, I never threatened anyone with violence. Even I know that’s too far.’

‘you didn’t stop it. you knew what was going on and you let it. you’re just as guilty.’

‘it’s a good thing zach doesn’t care.’

‘He’s not doing it because he likes you.’

‘He’s doing it because he hates me and knows you’re my only soft spot.’

‘you’re so selfish.’

‘you really have to make this about you?’

‘If you want to date other guys, go for it. I’m just letting you know Zach has zero good intentions. You’d be something to show off. That’s it.’

‘I CAN’T DATE OTHER GUYS!!!!’

‘WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN FOR THIS CONVERSATION???!!!!’

‘YOU FUCKING RUINED EVERYTHING!’

‘I COULDN’T PUT UP WITH YOU ANYMORE AND I FUCKING END IT AND YOU’RE STILL FUCKING WITH ME.’

‘date other guys he said!!! DATE OTHER GUYS???? I’VE BEEN TRYING!!!!’

‘asshole.’

‘i fucking hate you.’

‘i hate you so fucking much.’

‘i hate everything about you and i regret every fucking kiss and every time you fucked me and every time I THOUGHT YOU CARED ABOUT ME.’

‘you don’t like me. you never did.’

‘your aunt would be so so SO disappointed in you. i hope you know that. may would HATE who you are. this isn’t who she raised.’

‘surprise surprise. he has no response.’

‘I don’t know what you want from me. Do you want me to make an instagram post saying you’re free game? Do you want me to toss you to a friend? What do you want my answer to be?’

‘this is your fault.’

‘You dated a chapter member at the number one frat on campus, of course people aren’t going to move in on you two weeks after it ended.’

‘i didn’t date anyone.’

‘You’re right, everything we did was a waste of time and it never meant anything to me.’

‘oh?? he admits it??? wow. never thought i would’ve seen the day.’

‘Date who you want. Kiss who you want. Fuck who you want. But don’t do it to get back at me.’

‘And for the love of god don’t fucking pick Zach. This isn’t about my ego, trouble. Zach is a terrible person and he only wants to use you.’

‘you spelled parker wrong.’

‘You used to be nice to me.’

‘and i used to think you loved me.’

‘funny how wrong we both were about each other.’

‘I think you should block me again.’

‘you just love playing a martyr don’t you? you know you’ve never said sorry? not once? you never actually told me that you acknowledge you weren’t good to me and that you’re sorry it ended this way. that’s why i can’t stand you. you act like it still doesn’t matter. i just want real emotion from you and i still can’t get that. i mean come on peter. what else do you have to lose?’

‘It does matter to me. It matters a lot, trouble. I’m sorry I’m not crying to your voicemail but that doesn’t mean it doesn’t fucking suck for me. It does. I miss you. A lot. I miss you waking me up every night, I miss you reading next to me, I miss you taking naps with me, I miss you every fucking minute of everyday.’

‘It fucking hurts to think about. Even worse to talk about it with you. It’s my fault. All of this is my fucking fault. How do I have any right telling you it hurts me too? I only hurt because of me.’

‘There’s nothing more I want to do than hug you and tell you how sorry I am but I can’t do that without breaking down. I can’t.’

‘i don’t believe you’re crying over me.’

‘Ask my disappointed aunt.’

‘You weren’t wrong about that.’

‘that was a little mean.’

‘It was honest.’

‘doesn’t mean it was nice.’

‘I really don’t deserve you being nice to me anymore. I’ll tell Tarrent to make it right, okay? I promise you can have any guy you want. Even… Zach Kelph.’

‘i don’t want zach. i just wanted to be heard.’

‘I listened. I’m trying, trouble. I promise I am.’

‘yeah. i’ve heard that before.’