#my mom mentioned this to me as something that worries her a lot when she online shops or hears one of my cousins talk about clothes
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sometimes i will see super thin women in their designer outfits or just generally expensive clothes and they donât look good in them at all bc itâs just a flat surface with fabric hanging off of it like no silhouette no expression of their outfit and yet they will be hailed as fashion influencer icons for being concerningly skinny and it just keeps becoming more of a thing again when we should have left this in 2004
#my mom mentioned this to me as something that worries her a lot when she online shops or hears one of my cousins talk about clothes#that the examples donât even look like the majority of real people and especially women#and the fact that she actively remembers when this first changed for the better and sees it now getting worse again. says a lot.#al.txt
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âş PAIRING: yoon jeonghan x female reader
âş GENRE: stepdad au, smut
âş SUMMARY: the story of how you get caught in your stepdadâs web of depraved desires.
âş CW/TW: stepcest, infidelity, age gap, manipulation, dub con, drugging, toxic relationship(s), slight dd/lg themes, daddy kink, dacryphilia, breeding kink, degradation, spanking, dumbification, unprotected sex, riding, cum play, ass play, fingering, multiple rounds, overstimulation, creampies, squirting
âş WC: 4.2k
NOTE: donât like, donât read. once again, i have to thank the amazing @wonustars for beta reading this for me <3
The moment your mom asked you to move back home, you knew things in her marriage were heading south. Itâs not like she didnât want you around, but even you could tell she only asked you to act as a buffer between her and her husband. Like the good daughter you always tried to be, you accept her invitation even though you know it probably wonât be the best idea in the long run.
Things are relatively normal at first. Jeonghan is a sweetheart. He always has been, even dating back to when you were a college freshman and you officially met him. You can tell he tries to keep the peace with you around. That doesnât mean you havenât accidentally overheard your mom and him arguing when they think youâre not around.
Itâs awkward, especially because your mom seems like the bad guy in ninety percent of their fights. You wonder if seeing a marriage counselor will help their situation.
âMy friendâs dad is a marriage counselor,â you casually mention to your mom when itâs only two of you one day. âI can give you the number to his officeââ
Youâre abruptly cut off when your mom slams her spoon down on the table. The look she has on her face is borderline murderous, and you wonder if you shouldâve just kept your mouth shut.
âDid Jeonghan tell you he wants to go to counseling?â She demands, teeth gnashing together as she spits her words.
âWhat? No!â You exclaim wondering why she was so quick to throw the blame on your stepdad. âI just thoughtââ
âI canât believe this shit,â her words are spoken through a bitter chuckle. âYou know, Iâm the one who told him we need to talk to someone. I canât believe he had the audacity to put this idea in your head!â
Despite your attempt to clear up the misunderstanding your mom has, she leaves the house and doesnât come back until the next day. You feel incredibly guilty. Itâs not like you meant to make her angry, and you definitely didnât mean for her to get angry with Jeonghan again.
Your stepdad remains incredibly sweet. He hugs you and rubs your back, assuring you that it wasnât your fault.
âDonât worry, little girl,â Jeonghan says with a kind smile. âYour mom and I will be fine. Just focus on school, okay? I pay a lot of money so you can be the best.â
Heâs teasing you, and youâre not sure why you feel so relieved to know that heâs not angry with you.
Unfortunately for everyone, things get worse before they even have a chance to get better. Eventually, your mom no longer cares to start arguments with her husband even when youâre around.
You canât help but feel sorry for Jeonghan because you can see how exhausted he is. That sweet smile canât hide all the pain and defeat he feels. You wish you could do something to help, but he always pats your head affectionately and tells you to focus on school when you offer.
Itâs not until you come home one night and find him alone in the trashed living room that you know things have gone too far.
âJeonghan?â You say cautiously, walking around the broken glass littered on the floor.
Itâs a mixture of a broken wine bottle and glass from a picture frame. The one that held your motherâs wedding photo. Jeonghan has his head in his hands as you tiptoe around the spilled alcohol to sit next to him. His long hair partially covers his face, but you can see the tear stains on his cheeks.
âJeonghan,â your voice is more firm this time, but still gentle. âWhat happened? Whereâs my mom?â
Your stepdad sniffles and looks up. For a minute, he canât meet your eyes. Even without the eye contact, you can see how broken he is. It makes something inside you break.
âSheâs okay,â he turns to you with that pretty smile of his that you love. Except it doesnât reach his eyes like usual. âShe had a little too much to drink so I laid her down in the guest room.â
Youâre sure heâs talking about the one downstairsâthe one sheâs been sleeping in lately.
âYou still didnât answer my question.â You say, needing to know what happened.
Jeonghan whimpers, and you canât resist the urge to hug him. He closes his eyes as more tears stream down his face. Your stepdad gently buries his face in your neck as you press your body against him, not caring that youâre almost on his lap. All you can think about is comforting him.
âYour mom wants a divorce,â Jeonghan croaks against your wet skin. âSheâSheâthereâs someone else, and Iââ
He cuts himself off with a quiet sob, and your heart just breaks for him. Part of you suspected it. Your mom was the one who would come home late or not at all sometimes. She would often accuse your stepdad of having an affair, but now you just know she was projecting her wrongdoings onto him. It makes you feel sick because even though sheâs your mom, Jeonghan didnât deserve that.
âIâm so sorry,â you say sincerely, stroking his back like he often did to you when you were upset.
As you comfort him, he slips his arms around you and presses you closer to him. An electrifying sensation courses through you when you become aware of how close you two are.
Urges that youâve tried so hard to push to the depths of your mind suddenly rush forward, and now you canât stifle them or pretend they donât exist. Especially now that youâve realized that your mom doesnât deserve such a wonderful man.
So, you throw away every scrap of morality you have left in you and give into your depraved desires.
Jeonghan lets out a shocked noise when you push him back on the couch and straddle him. His eyes go wide and his mouth drops open in awe. You grin when he doesnât immediately push you off, taking it as a sign to swoop down for a kiss.
He softly moans into your mouth, overwhelmed by how warm and soft you are. Jeonghan whimpers as tears keep streaming down his face, trembling when you pull away from him.
âItâs okay, daddy,â you purr in his ear, grinding your dampening cunt against his growing bulge. âLet me take care of you.â
Jeonghan shakes his head, hands slowly settling on your waist as if he wants to push you away. Except he doesnât.
Instead, he lets you stay on his lap. Your stepdad doesnât try to stop you even as you move in closer and start to undo his pants. He can easily push you off, but he doesnât. Not even when you reach into his underwear to palm his growing cock. Heâs hard. Really fucking hard.
âWait, babyââ the pet name falls easily, and you love it.
âShh, daddy,â you coo as you take him out of his pants. âJust let me touch you. Let me make you feel better.â
âOh, god,â Jeonghan mewls when you start to stroke him.
Your stepdadâs cock is long and thick and oozing with precum. You lick your lips as you slowly move your hand, eyes trained on Jeonghanâs pretty face. You can tell he feels guilty, and you donât blame him. Heâs such a good guy that he wouldnât want to hurt your mom, even after everything sheâs done to him.
âWe⌠we shouldnât do this,â Jeonghan protests weakly.
When you get off his lap, he fights a whine even though he knows itâs for the best. Once again you surprise him by slipping out of your clothes and getting back on top of him. His pupils are blown wide when he sees your bare tits and cute pussy.
âHoney,â Jeonghanâs voice has gone deeper, eyes fixed on your body. âThis is wrong.â
You ignore him because his cock is twitching and standing to attention. Gently, you cradle the back of his head and press his face to your chest. Your warm tits envelop him, and heâs delirious. You smell so good that it makes his brain fuzzy. Jeonghan feels his cock twitch when you reach for it again, and this time he doesnât try to stop you.
âPlease, daddy,â you beg as you glide your slick cunt over his throbbing cock. âI need your cock. Need it so fucking bad.â
A deep groan escapes him because you feel so warm and wet. Jeonghan just knows youâll feel so good wrapped around his cock.
âYou deserve my little pussy,â you whisper in his ear, pressing down harder on him. âDeserve to fuck someone who wonât ever make you feel so terrible.â
âGod, baby,â Jeonghan grunts when he feels your dripping pussy nudging the head of his cock. His resolve is weak, and he doesnât want to fight it anymore.
His moan syncs with yours when you slowly sink down on his cock. Your little cunt is so hot and tight. Jeonghan canât think about things like guilt because he feels too fucking good. A nice, wet pussy wrapped around his neglected cock, sucking him in and squeezing him just right. Heâs been so lonely and miserable lately that you feel like absolute heaven to him.
âSuch a naughty little girl,â Jeonghan growls when you start to rock in his lap. You tighten around him and hold on to the back of his head when you start to bounce.
âDaddy,â you whimper as your juices coat his cock.
Jeonghanâs lips brush against your nipples as your bounces grow more eager. You clench around his fat cock when his weeping tip brushes against your sweet spot. Your stepdad lets out a mixture of a groan and a wail of pleasure as you keep riding him.
Youâre lost in pleasure with the feeling of your stepdadâs hard cock twitching and throbbing inside you. It turns you on that heâs strong enough to push you off of him, but never attempts to. You cry out loudly when his hands curl around your waist to help you fuck his cock the way he likes it.
Jeonghanâs lidded gaze is focused on where you two are connected, watching as his cock disappears in and out of your little pussy with every rough bounce. He feels his balls start to tighten with his impending release. Never in his life has he felt so turned on. The way his stepdaughter is just using his cock like a toy is just driving him closer to the edge.
âDaddy,â you purr in Jeonghanâs ear. âYou like my pussy better than my momâs, donât you?â
You already have your answer from the way he twitches and throbs inside you, his cock answering for him. It makes you happier than you expect. Of course, it would be you. Your pussy was made for him, and youâll make sure he feels the same way by the end of the night.
âFuck yeah I do,â Jeonghan groans as his hands go down to squeeze your ass. âLove this little princess cunt.â
You cry out loudly as your orgasm abruptly hits, coating his cock and balls with your essence. âFuck, daddy! Itâs yours! Only yours! You can have this princess pussy every day!â
Your fucked out moans do their job in pushing Jeonghan over the edge. He grips your hips and flips you under him, buries his head in your shoulder and frantically fucks you into the couch as he starts to spill his cum inside you. Lewd squelching fills the air as you happily wrap your legs around him and meet his thrusts to help him fuck his cum deeper inside you.
The both of you are panting by the time youâre done, but your stepdad makes no move to get off of you.
âDonât think weâre done, little girl,â his voice is ravenous. âDaddyâs not letting you off this cock until youâre nice and stretched out.â
Thatâs how you end up on the bed he shares with your mother, face down and ass up as you beg for his cock. Jeonghan smirks, eyes trained on your sloppy hole. You look so hot like this, and he knows that he wonât ever let you go after tonight.
âWhat a nasty slut,â Jeonghan says, palms smoothing over the globes of your ass to keep you still. âDripping all over my sheets. You want daddyâs cock that bad, honey?â
You whine and arch your back some more. âI need it!â
âYeah?â You can tell heâs smirking. âDo you even care that your mom might wake up and see what a nasty slut her daughter is?â
You shake your head, pussy clenching around nothing. âJust want daddyâs cock in my little pussy.â
âDonât worry, little girl,â Jeonghan groans as he kneels behind you. âDaddyâs going to stuff this needy hole and cover it with his cum.â
âPlease!â
You cry out when Jeonghan shoves his thick cock into your clenching pussy. He bottoms out in a single thrust since youâre already so wet from when you rode him earlier. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, whining his name when you feel his balls slap against your clit.
âOh, fuck,â your stepdad hisses. âYour little princess pussy keeps sucking me in, honey.â
Jeonghan spanks your ass. You moan loudly and clench down on his aching cock. âMhm, just needed daddyâs cock to fill you up, huh?â
âYes, daddy, yes!â You moan into his sheets.
The thick musk of sex fills the air as Jeonghan pulls his twitching cock out of you halfway only to slam it back into your needy cunt. You squeal and tighten around him when you feel him spread your ass and gently trace your asshole. His thumb slips down to gather juices from your dripping pussy and slides it back up to your asshole, gently pushing past the taut muscle. Your pussy clamps down on his dick hard, making him moan loudly.
âCanât wait to break in this tight little hole too,â Jeonghanâs voice is thick with lust. âGonna train you to take daddyâs cock in every hole.â
You moan and bounce back against him, cunt pulsing around his cock as his thumb slips in and out of your clenching rim. âDaddy!â
Jeonghan laughs in delight. âSounds like you like it.â
You nod your head, and Jeonghan fucks into you harder, balls slapping against your sloppy cunt with every rough thrust. âGod, youâre fucking tight.â
He groans when your sweet little pussy clenches around him again.
âFeels so fucking good, daddy,â you say as your eyes roll to the back of your head. âLove your big cock.â
You cry out in pleasure when his hand pulls away from your ass to slip his fingers over your hip to pinch and rub your sensitive clit.
âIs my little girl already cock drunk?â Jeonghan is way too pleased when you deliriously nod your head with a fucked out mewl.
Youâre fucking perfect. It makes him wish he wouldâve done this sooner.
âMy pretty little slut,â Jeonghan coos adoringly. âJust a sweet little hole to dump my load into. Isnât that right, baby?â
You shiver and meet his thrusts with more vigor, âYes! Stuff my little hole full of your cum, daddy!â
âFucking shit,â Jeonghan hisses as he grabs your hair and yanks you backward to give you a sloppy kiss.
His hips never stop, only snapping harder against you.
âIâll give it to you, honey. Daddyâs going to cream your hot little cunt all night long.â
You mewl in satisfaction when your head is shoved back into the mattress as you keep getting railed hard. Wet slapping fills the room as your stepdad continues spearing you open on his cock. The smell of sex permeates the room as Jeonghan keeps using your body for his pleasure.
âDaddyâs close, baby,â Jeonghan groans.
You moan loudly. âGonna cum, daddy!â
Youâre moaning so loud now, and you donât really care that your mom might wake up and come upstairs to catch her husband fucking you raw. All you can care about is how good you feel. You grind your pussy down on your stepdadâs throbbing cock while his fingers rub fast circles on your puffy clit.
âYeah? Do it, honey.â Jeonghan leans forward to bite your shoulder. âCream on me. Want to feel your juices all over my cock.â
His cock pistons in and out of your hot cunt, ramming against your g-spot repeatedly until all you can do is chant his name. Youâre a moaning mess at this point, only caring about the white-hot pleasure youâre feeling.
âGonna cum!â You slur out, drool dripping on the mattress.
âCum for daddy, baby. Cum all over this cock.â
With those commanding words, Jeonghan spanks your cunt hard, palm coming down on your clit over and over until youâre screaming out in pleasure. Itâs not long before your orgasm hits. Slick gushes out around his cock as he keeps fucking into that spongy spot and spanking your pussy. Your eyes roll to the back of your head as liquid spurts from your pussy and coats his cock and balls, making a mess all over the sheets.
It feels like electricity is coursing through your body from how intense you cum. Your fingers and toes curl in on themselves as your cunt pulses and clenches down on his cock.
âFuck yes,â Jeonghan growls, as he keeps pounding into your fluttering pussy. âDidnât know you were a squirter, little girl. So fucking sexy.â
It only takes a few more thrusts for him to bury himself deep inside your cunt and release his hot load inside you. Thick spurts of cum fill you up as he moans your name like itâs something holy. Jeonghan fucks his cum deeper inside you, making no move to slip out of your spent pussy.
However, youâre not done. Far from it, actually.
Jeonghan quickly flips you on your back, one hand on your hip and his other on your thigh. Heâs spreading you open and holding you down as he starts to roll his hips into you. A deep groan leaves his mouth every time you clench down on him.
âDaâaddy!â You cry out at a particularly sharp thrust that slams against your sweet spot and has you clenching violently around him, teetering on the edge already.
Jeonghan smirks, loving what a cock hungry slut you are. Not that heâs any better. Heâs already addicted to your sweet little cunt.
âI know, honey, I know,â he coos in a sickly sweet voice as he continues to fuck you deep and hard. âDaddyâs cock feels good, huh?â
You nod stupidly, all coherent thoughts long gone from your mind. âUh-huh. Feels soâso good!â
Jeonghan spits on your pussy as you grasp the sheets underneath you. Youâre dripping all over him, making an obscene squelching noise every time his cock hits deep inside your tight pussy. He loves the way your pretty pussy opens up to let his aching cock inside. The way you grip him is the hottest sight heâs ever seen, and he knows nothing will ever compare.
âDaddy,â you mewl, barely able to think.
The only thing on your mind is that you want him to cum inside you again. You canât voice your thoughts because an orgasm rocks your body all over again. Jeonghan laughs delightedly, loving how you keep wetting his dick with your orgasms.
âDirty little girl,â he growls, bullying his cock into you harder than before. âMaking such a mess on daddyâs cock.â
You mewl again, âI needâŚâ
âNeed what, baby?â Jeonghan coaxes as he starts to rub slow circles on your throbbing clit. âSay it. Tell daddy what you need, honey.â
âN-Need you toâ!â His voice is so sweet that all you can do is break off into another moan. Your pussy tightens and stains his cock with more cream. All you can smell is sex and Jeonghanâs cologne. It only pushes you close to the edge once again.
Jeonghan laughs softly and fucks into you just a little harder, âYou need me to...? Use your words, little girl. Daddy canât give you what you want if you donât tell him. Better hurry before your mom wakes up and finds you getting fucked like the nasty whore you are.â
That wonât happen, but you donât need to know that. Although he can tell the thought of your mom catching you in their bed, fucking like animals, turns you on.
âCum inside me, daddy. Please.â
Your words are slightly slurred and completely fucked out, and Jeonghan bites his lip before smirking down at you. Thereâs no way he can deny you his seed, especially when youâre asking him so nicely.
âThere you go, honey. Take all of daddyâs cum like a good little slut.â
You and Jeonghan moan together when he spills his hot cum inside you. He fucks it into you like the last two times, loving how your tight pussy flutters and pulses around him. Youâre such a good girl that you thank him repeatedly through a moan.
The rest of the night you two fuck in every position possible. Jeonghan is insatiable, and youâre tired and completely fucked out before he even thinks about letting you off his cock.
Jeonghan has your back pressed against his chest, a strong arm wrapped around your neck as he pounds you into his mattress. All of your previous orgasms leak on the sheets beneath you as you cry and gasp from the overstimulation. It all feels so good, but you donât think you can handle any more.
âDaddy,â you whimper pathetically. âC-Canât cum anymore.â
It feels like your head is starting to spin as his cock splits your pussy open. Jeonghan pounds into your g-spot relentlessly, cock swelling when he sees the tears streaming down your face. His cock twitches and throbs because despite your words, youâre still moving your hips to meet his thrusts.
Your stepdad smirks meanly. âIs that why you keep rutting against me like a nasty slut, little girl?â
You cry out when Jeonghan releases you and sits up to roughly smack your ass. He repeats the harsh motion until youâre screaming in pleasure. Your cunt clenches around him, hips involuntarily bucking back in an attempt to force his fat dick deeper into your tiny little pussy. Itâs like an automatic reaction, but your stepdad loves it.
âJust lay there and let daddy breed you, honey,â Jeonghan growls when you give him another weak orgasm. He groans and smacks your ass as he forces the juices out of your soiled cunt with every snap of his hips. âBe a good cock sleeve for me.â
âWant it so bad, daddy!â You cry out, pussy fucked raw yet still so desperate for another one of his hot loads. âBreed me like the slut I am.â
âWant you to scream for me, baby.â Jeonghan moans as his head falls back. He pounds into your hot cunt harder, gripping your hips tighter as he chases his orgasm, using your pussy to get himself off. âLet your mother know how much you love your stepdadâs cock.â
âDADDY!â You scream at the top of your lungs, almost hoping your mom will walk upstairs and see her husband stuffing you full of cum on their marital bed.
Jeonghan cries out as his balls tighten up. His moan is loud as you cry out in pleasure, your pussy involuntarily giving him a fifth orgasm as he spills rope after rope of cum into your sopping pussy. He fucks you nice and deep, whispering filthy praises in your ear the entire time.
Your stepdad lets out a low hiss as he pulls his softening cock out of your sloppy pussy. He licks his lips and forces his cum back in with three of his fingers, pressing so deep into you that his wedding band touches your puffy little pussy lips, making you whine.
âSuch a good little girl,â Jeonghan coos as he fingers his cum back into your pussy with a filthy smirk. âMy pretty little slut.â
Youâre completely fucked out, feeling completely satiated as you slump into the bed. You mewl softly when Jeonghan pulls you into his arms and starts to rub soothing circles on your pussy.
âSleep, baby. Iâll be here when you wake up.â
He presses a gentle kiss on your temple, and just like that youâre out like a light.
Jeonghan smirks into your hair when your breathing evens out and you fall into a deep sleep. Thereâs no better feeling than knowing his plan worked perfectly.
Admittedly, your mom played a significant role. With her insecure and angry personality, it was easy to make himself look like the victim. Faking the maudlin expressions and crushed spirit was easy enough, especially since youâve always been so empathetic. Getting his wife to stay out all night was easy since he always lied and told her heâd be at the bar. She went looking for him every single time not knowing he was at home, fucking his fist to the thought of you.
And then there was the final act.
Inviting his unsuspecting wife for a drink was easy enough. Despite all of the fighting, she still wanted to have Jeonghan to herself. She couldnât have known that he spiked her drink so he could stage the perfect tragedy. It worked perfectly since you didnât think twice about believing him.
Everything has worked out as he hoped, and now all he has to think of is the future with his true beloved. You.
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Dagger In The Heart
pairing: ellie williams x afab! reader
post about palestine - please be aware and know who your content comes from. this post informs you about the tlou writers and creators, as well as how to help the Palestinian people.
word count: 6.1k words
warnings: MINORS DNI!!! 18+ ty!!! abusive relationship mentioned, reader's bf is a cheating asshole, calls her names, makes comments about weight, talks of cheating, some lowkey cheating from reader, sharing clothes with ellie, ellie is 18+ but her age not specified, talks of hardly eating food at dinner, reader is a bit confused with her sexuality and wants to explore (which is fine!!! and normal!!!), wlw relations, pussy eating, fingering, tribbing, tattoos? lots of tattoos, dirty talk, reader being a bit desperate, getting caught (but not really), mentions of a strap, men being drunk and stupid. that's it. I think.
description: when you get the chance to meet your asshole boyfriendâs family, you take a liking to his sister, ellie. when a conversation about her tattoos turns into talks of what youâre really into, you canât help but want to explore it more.
author���s note: hi girls, gays, and theys! I am so happy to be bringing this request to you. it was an anon request from july and I just suck at getting my life together to actually write. but here we are. FYI, I don't condone this behavior or cheating. anyway I hope you enjoy. I will also be putting this on my ao3 soon, so if you see it there, don't worry, it's just me (;
âYou gotta chill, babe. Your anxiety is giving me anxiety.â
He was never very good with comforting you, so you bite back your snappy comment and just fake a smile. Â
You had been dating your boyfriend Matt for almost a year. You two met in your college biology class and really bonded over your love for folk music and Greek food. He had kind eyes, mousy brown hair and the brightest smile you had ever seen.Â
At first, you thought this was the best relationship you ever could ask for, but Matt grew distant after four months together. You didnât know why, but his temper had shown itself one too many times. He fought with you constantly. He was quite jealous. You could never be seen with another boy without accusations of cheating. But every time you two argued, he always came back with an apology and a bouquet of flowers. You could not help but believe you could fix him.Â
It had been 10 months, you had to brave meeting his family. Unlike you, his family lived two towns over and he visited them quite often. He was close to his younger brother and mom, so he made a point to see them as much as he could.Â
He brought up the idea of meeting them back around the holidays, but you were planning to board a flight and visit your family across the country. He understood but was pretty disappointed you could not try his momâs infamous pumpkin pie.
You had no excuse when summer came. So here you are, standing with him at his childhood homeâs front door as he scrambled to find his keys.Â
You were sporting something more dressed up than your normal. Matt loved this one black dress on you, so you decided to wear that with some cute flats. You were sorely regretting the shoe decision, the pointed-toed shoes squeezed your big toe and the arch was not high enough to be comfortable.Â
He unlocks the deadbolt and the red door jolts open. You are instantly met with the scent of BBQ and cornbread. His childhood is cozy and lived in. The entrance is lined with shoes, everything from high heels to sneakers that have run through countless puddles. It was a sigh of relief, they were a no-shoes in the house family. You kick off your uncomfortable shoes, holding on to Mattâs shoulder for balance.Â
His mom is the first one to enter the hallway to meet you two at the door. She is quite beautiful, her hair darker than Mattâs. She was shorter, wearing a nice blouse and jeans. She welcomes you both with a bear hug and cheers of excitement. When she pulls you out of the embrace, she gets a better look at you.Â
âYou are more beautiful in person, pictures do not do your gorgeous smile justice,â She remarks, squeezing your hands.Â
You shake your head, trying your best not to let out that you are beyond nervous about this entire encounter. âYou are too kind, thank you so much for hosting us.â
âCome meet the crew!â
Matt eyes meet yours, noticing how tense you are. You had hoped for him to hold your hand and guide you through this experience, but instead he just nudges you with his shoulder. He brushes by, heading after his mom.Â
The hallway opens into a kitchen and living room, which is littered with random strangers who, in some way, resemble your boyfriend.Â
His brother, Collin, stands up first from the barstools, racing over to your boyfriend to dap him up. When he glances your way, you just smile and introduce yourself. He extends his hand to shake yours, which you gladly accept.Â
His dad is next to stand up from a recliner in the living room. He makes your acquaintance quickly, telling you heâs so glad to finally meet you after months of hearing all about you.Â
When he moves away from in front of you, she comes into focus. You had not even noticed her sitting on the couch across the room.Â
Sheâs slender, her dark locks framing her chiseled jawline. She looks like Matt, but more like a person who belongs in a Renaissance painting. Her eyes are a more dimensional brown. She has freckles scattered around her pale complexion, which only added her beauty.Â
You do not realize you are gawking until Matt nudges you. âThis is my sister, Ellie.â
You blink again, bringing your focus back to the situation. She extends her hand, and thatâs when you take notice to her tattoo-filled arms. Her tank top raises a bit and you catch a glance of her midriff, exposing more tattoos littering her abdomen.Â
âNice to meet ya. Heard plenty about you.â
You swallow, taking her hand and shaking it. âI hope good things.â
âNo, I only tell her the worst things about you.â
Everyone giggles except you and Ellie. Luckily it is filling the room with enough noise to drown out your thoughts about your boyfriendâs beautiful sister.Â
Ellie rolls her eyes before whispering, âDonât worry, itâs only ever good things, sweet cheeks.â
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Mattâs dad loves to talk and you can tell it annoys Ellie. You were seated outside on their patio set, drinking some homemade lemonade Mattâs mom was adamant you had. He was helping her with all the sides that were still yet to be made, so you took up Ellieâs offer to check out the backyard space. You did not expect Mattâs dad to come with you two and tell you all about the flower beds he curated.Â
But you listened, smiling and nodding while sipping on your tart drink.Â
He got occupied with grilling, so you and Ellie were left on the couch near a very used and abused firepit.Â
You wait for her to say something. She was truly making you nervous, her eyes trailing you every so often.Â
âSo, you and Matt met in science class?â
You finally look back at her wandering eyes, âYeah, he was my biology partner.â
âGotcha,â She leans forward, putting her elbows on her knees. You do not know what comes over you, but you cannot physically pull your eyes away from her arms as they flex. âYou good?â
âI like your tattoos,â You barely manage to say, âThey are⌠hot.â
You want to jump into the unlit firepit for that one.Â
No other adjective came to your horny mind? Really?
She giggles, enjoying watching you practically squirm under her gaze. âThanks, dude. My ex girlfriend was a tattoo artist so I let her practice on me.â
You remember a moment about 5 months ago when Matt mentioned his sister being gay, but for some reason, you finally connect that duh itâs Ellie, you fucking idiot.Â
You also remember some choice words he had about her. You remember cringing when he called her a slur and said she could not keep a girl to save her life. You held your tongue and refused to reply.
âThatâs awesome,â You scoot closer to her, bridging more of the gap between you two on the couch, âWhich one is your favorite?â
She smiles at your intrusion into her space and questions. You realize you two are almost sizing each other up, right in front of her family, your boyfriendâs family. They could easily peek outside of the kitchen windows and see you two eye fucking each other. She leans back, her eyes tracing all the tattoos on her arms.Â
Then she laughs. A deep guttural laugh.Â
âWhat?â
âNothing,â She brings her front teeth down on her bottom lip before speaking up again, âItâs a tattoo I canât show you.â
âWhy not?â
She looks towards the window, checking on her brother and mom. Her expression changes when she turns back to you.Â
âBecause Iâm not pulling my tits out in front of my family.â
Your pussy practically pulses when you hear her say it. What is wrong with you? You are dating her brother. What is wrong with you?!
âYour⌠boobs are tattooed?â
She nods slowly, bringing her one hand up to your bare exposed thigh, âBet that shakes a sweet one like you to your core.â
The comment insinuates that you are an innocent little girl who knows nothing about the world. And sure Matt is your first real boyfriend. Sure he was the first person ever to eat you out because your high school crushes did not even know that was a thing. Sure you never have been sexually promiscuous. Sure you thought you were straight.Â
Sure.
But something inside you was crawling its way out. This small interaction with your asshole boyfriendâs sister was enough to send you into a spiral. You never gave a girl a chance so how were you supposed to know you did not like it?
âWhat if your family wasnât around?â
Ellie is gobsmacked by your comment, her jaw practically hitting the floor. You can tell she realized she was flying too close to the sun. She pulls her hand away from your leg.Â
âYou are my brotherâs girlfriend. I am not going to be the one to corrupt you,â She states, scooting over a bit away from you. Your cheeks get flushed, instantly feeling embarrassed for asking such a question. But the more you sat in silence, the more you realized that you really did not care. The feelings Ellie made you feel within the last 10 minutes were more exciting than any feeling Matt had given you in 10 months.Â
You clear your throat, âLuckily for you, Ellie, you would not be the one to corrupt me. That has already been done.â
She looks at you quizzically, âIs that so?â
âYeah, I may look sweet and innocent,â You creep in close to her, âBut I am really a freak.â
Now you are just lying.Â
Before she can utter a word, Mattâs brother comes out to let you two know dinner was done. You hope and pray he didnât take notice to how close you two were. Or how Ellie stared at your ass as you walked away.Â
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You sit between Matt and Ellie at the table.Â
Every so often during the meal, you would place your hand on Mattâs leg. He would push you away, rolling his eyes when you glared at him. When the conversation came around to him, he would find a way to demean you and then continue blabbing about school or his internship.Â
You answered questions from his mom and dad, but you were sorely uninterested in them. But then the conversation comes around as to whether you two would be staying the night tonight. At this point, Matt had already had four beers, and you knew he probably would not want you driving his new Mustang.Â
âYou can take Mattâs bed and he can sleep on the couch,â His mom suggests, indicating that you two would not be sleeping together. You understood that they were a bit more traditional, but you were not expecting to sleep in your boyfriend's childhood bed without him.Â
âThatâs a great idea, Ma. We can stay, right?â
You look at the plate of practically untouched food in front of you. You just nod, finally saying, âAs long as you give me some comfy sweatpants to wear.â
âMine are all back at my apartment, but Iâm sure Ellie has something you could borrow. Plus, you probably wouldnât fit my sweatpants.â
Matt constantly made comments about your figure and how he could not share clothes with you. He refused to share his clothes with you, stating that you would not be able to squeeze into them and you also âleft your scent on everythingâ.Â
God, he made you feel terrible about yourself.Â
Butterflies erupt in your stomach when you think about wearing Ellieâs clothes, though, and you completely drown out the separate conversation happening around the table. You feel a hand creep up your thigh, but it's not coming from the side you expect.
Her hand is so soft and delicate as it creeps up your leg. You cannot help but glance at her direction, catching her smiling over at you.Â
âDonât worry, I got something you can wear.â
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Dinner finishes up and Matt expresses that he wants to go for a round of drinks with his high school friends and brother at the local tavern down the street. He never asks if you want to go, telling you âIt would just be high school friends that you donât know, anyway.â
He tells you that his Mom and Ellie would get you all set up. He gives you a pat on the back, and heads to the door, right behind his brother. You watch him leave and almost breathe a sigh of relief.Â
When you turn back, you see his Mom already going upstairs.Â
âIâm gonna get your bed all set up and then Iâm probably going to retire to my bed, too.â She states, slowly making her way up the wooden staircase.Â
You wanted to scream because this only meant one thing. You were alone with Ellie.Â
You follow her up the stairs and look around the hallway. She heads to the right and begins pointing at the only room with the light on. You didnât even know that Ellie was upstairs.
âHave Ellie get you something to wear, Iâll make up your bed!â
The door swings open and Ellie stands there, having changed into her own bedtime clothes. And for fucks sake, sheâs not making this easy for you.Â
She is sporting a tight white tank, no bra, and shorts that ride up to the very tops of her thighs. Her legs are tattooed as well, but not as much as her arms. There isnât a touch of her freckled skin that isnât marked with art. You can almost see through her shirt, making your mouth go dry.Â
âLetâs see what you fit into!â
She lets you into her space. Her room is decorated with posters of space and heavy metal bands. From the looks of one corner of her room, sheâs an artist. She has different art styles, anywhere from charcoal to watercolors, littering a desk and her walls. Itâs messy, but itâs not dirty. It smells like incense and clean laundry.Â
She walks over to her dresser, opens up the top drawer. Everything is neatly folded, which kind of surprises you.Â
âI have some sweatpants, shorts, boxers-â
âSweatpants are fine,â You retort, not wanting her to list off anything else, âDo you have any t-shirts I could wear?â
âWell of course I do, sweet cheeks. What do you want, loose or tight?â
You stare at her dumbfounded. You know what sheâs doing. And you hate yourself for liking it so much.Â
She pulls out a pair of navy blue sweatpants, still waiting for your reply.Â
âLoose.â
She starts to dig through another drawer when Mattâs mom pops her head in.Â
âItâs all set up for you, sweetheart. If you need anything, you let one of us know. Iâm going to downstairs if you need me.â
You smile, thankfully. âThank you so much, Mrs. Williams.â
âIf she needs anything, Iâm sure I could help her find her way,â Ellie says, absentmindedly. She pulls out a white t-shirt from her drawer and tosses it at you.Â
âGoodnight, girls!â
And then you two are alone. Ellie slowly saunters to her door and shuts it.Â
âYou can get dressed here. Just make sure what I gave you fits.â
You silently turned your back to her, tossing your hair over your shoulder. âCan you unzip me?â
You are not even thinking straight. You are so caught up with being alone with the girl you have had weird sexual tension with. She walks over to you confidently, before grabbing the top of your black dress, which lands right at the middle of your back. She pulls down the zipper, ensuring it reaches the very end of its track.Â
The hairs on your back stand up in her wake. You breathe deeply, before shimmying the dress off your shoulders. You were wearing a bra, so you were just going to keep it on. You step out of the dress, leaving you in just underwear and the push-up bra Matt gifted you not too long ago.Â
You donât turn to her, but she just comes around to your front, nonchalantly.Â
âJesus Christ,â Ellie stammers, before plopping on her bed. You shakingly step into the sweatpants she gifted you to wear, unsure how to respond. You rack your brain trying to gain the confidence you had before dinner, but your mouth is dry and your brain is dazed from seeing Ellie in her pajamas.Â
You finally manage to glance up at her hungry eyes, smiling softly.Â
âI never knew I would be jealous of my brother.â
You swallow, âJealous?â
âYeah, he gets to have someone like you every night and I canât even find someone worth hanging out with around here. Never thought a nerd like him would win over a woman like you.â
You are standing in the sweatpants and your bra, not able to digest her words completely. A woman like you?
âYour brother is sweet. And we donât have sex every night.â
âJust sweet?â She steps a bit closer to you, âAnd I said nothing about sex, darling, I said he gets to have you.â
She is looking at you like you are her prey. You almost fell to your knees and begged her to put you out of your misery, but you resisted. Instead, she just stands up, trying to catch your nervous glances.Â
âH-he, uh, does what he can, when we d-do, yanno.â
Her fingers trace up your arm, her eyes trailing as she does it. You bite the inside of your cheek, waiting for her response. She clicks her tongue a couple of times, shaking her head.Â
âI am sure he tries,â She sputters, standing back from you, âDo you even really like him?â
You furrow your eyebrows, suddenly snapping out of the situation you are currently in. You reflect for a moment.
Matt was an asshole but you sometimes enjoyed his company. He made you laugh on occasion. But deep down, you knew that he wasnât made for you. He lacked emotional intelligence and made sure to put you down any chance he got. You had inklings he was talking to other girls and his friends were probably the most intolerable people on your college campus. And then there was that one time when the inklings were just.Â
The realization that you maybe didnât like him made you sick. You wasted so much time and now you have met his family.
âWhen heâs not mean to me. When he isnât cheating on me.â You admit quietly, almost too humiliated to say it.Â
She crooks her neck, âHe cheated on you?â
You hate talking about it, it made you feel as though you were never good enough. He made it out that it was your fault because you would not have sex with him when you had the flu. âIt was just some hand stuff, baby,â he said to you.Â
âJust once. I forgave him because he told me he loved me.â
âPeople who love you donât hurt you like that,â Ellie says without a beat.Â
âYeah, I guess youâre right.â
âIs he mean to you all the time?â
You think back to the last nice thing he said to you. Your ass looks fat in that dress. And even that could be seen as a bad thing. You shake your head, trying to find a good way to paint her brother. From the looks of it, she doesnât really like him all that much anyway.Â
âMost of the time.â
âSo, what Iâm hearing is my brother is an asshole that doesnât know how to treat a woman both in life and in the bedroom. Is that what youâre saying?â
You stand there pondering her question, coming up with nothing. She was right, but were you ready to admit that?
So you shrug.
Ellie stands with her arms crossed now, chewing on the inside of her lip. Sheâs contemplating something, her eyes falling to the floor for a moment.Â
âListen, I am not just saying this because it has taken everything in my power to resist sinking my teeth into you,â The first half of the sentence put your heart in your throat. Nonetheless, she carries on, âBut I have an inkling that you donât like my brother at all. I think you like girls and youâve never had the chance to explore that. You want to say you are a freak, but you really donât know what that even means.â
âEllie, I d-â
âYou need to break up with my brother,â She states plainly, âAnd then, after all is said and done, I can show what it looks like to be taken care of.â
You agree, sadly. You do need to break up with Matt. And on the basis that you believe that heâs probably at the bar hanging out with old friends, probably with other girls, probably flirting with those other girls. You decide you are not going to wait anymore. He cheated on you once, whatâs stopping him now? Ellie was right about everything, and while that revelation changes your entire perspective on life, you settle on jumping head first.Â
âShow me now.â
You watch all the blood drain from her face. She fumbles with her inked hands, waiting for you to say you didnât mean it. That moment never comes.Â
âAre you sure about that?â
Swallowing hard, you just nod. You do not even realize what you are getting yourself into, but the undeniable chemistry cannot be ignored anymore. You donât even want to waste another thought on Matt. You know if you think too hard about it, youâll talk yourself back into staying with him.
Ellieâs face gets closer to yours and your lips connect seamlessly. She wastes no time, bringing her hands down to your waist to pull you in. You wrap your arms around her neck while fireworks erupt in your chest.
Her lips taste like mint and a dab pen your college roommate made you hit a couple of months ago. She was borderline intoxicating.Â
She backs you up towards her bed, letting your knees hit the edge of the mattress. You plop down, disconnecting from her lips.Â
Through hooded lids, she asks you, âDo you want to see my favorite tattoo, then?â
Your breathing hitches as she does not even wait for a response, she just pulls her tank top over her head.
Each piece is connected somehow. Her stomach piece is what appeared to be a dragon flying up towards her under-boob area. It was extremely detailed and took up a large half of her upper stomach. Around her collarbones were very intricate lines that almost rain over her body like veins. They spread down her chest onto her boobs, where around her nipples were two matching daggers appearing to go through her areola.Â
You smirk at the idea that these are her favorite tattoos. The cheeky ones around her tits.
âHoly shit, Ellie.â
You reach out and touch her tits, ever so delicately. You use your finger to outline the daggers, smiling to yourself.Â
Being this close sends a pulsating feeling down to your pussy. You have never felt a lightning strike quite like it before.Â
Sheâs letting you feel her up, but when you change your tune and start pinching at her nipples, she throws her head back with a groan.
âHmm, you should try putting one in your mouth,â She remarks, hoping to God you would be eager enough to do so. She was very in tune with you because you leaned forward taking her right nipple into your mouth. Sheâs guiding you around every turn, whispering how good you are doing already.Â
You release her with a pop and sit back. You reach around to release your own, but she stops you.Â
âLemme do it,â She says mounting your lap. You place your hand on her hips while she runs her fingertips across your back. She unhooks your black bra, letting your tits spill out.Â
You feel the tops of your hands stand up as soon as her hands begin to knead your tits. You glance down at her movements, watching your sensitive nipples perk up due to the attention sheâs giving them.Â
âMmm, you like that, sweetness?â
You just groan, your lips needing to do more than just talk. You pull Ellieâs ajar mouth down to yours, diving your tongue between her teeth. You never had such a hunger for anyone else. No guy ever made you feel this way.Â
She nudges your shoulders, having you fall onto your back. Her lips move away from yours and start to trail down your neck and chest. When her wet mouth touches your tits, you cannot control the sounds that leave your throat. She bites down on your supple skin, which makes you groan more.Â
âYou gotta quiet down a bit. Donât need anyone hearing us.â
You try to manage your noises, but as soon as she starts to kiss down to the hem of the sweatpants she loaned you, you know youâll never be quiet like she needs you to be. She tugs at the waistband, taking your underwear with it.Â
You are now butt naked on her bed. And god, the air is hitting the wetness between your legs is titillating.Â
âListen, sweets,â She whispers, palming your thighs with her tattooed hands, âIâm going to make you cum on my tongue first. Then I am going to fuck this pussy so good, you wonât know any other cock but the fake one in my side table. You hear me?â
Your stomach is in knots, but you know that this is what you really want. âOkay, Ellie. Please do whatever you think I will like.â
âYouâre gonna like it all, baby girl. And if it gets a bit dodgy, you just let me know and we can stop.â
You shake your head positively as she smiles between your legs. She starts by kissing up your thighs, keeping you completely in a trance. When her mouth finds your slit, she licks a long stripe. She takes her time, working her tongue in between your pussy lips. The wet sound that happens when she shakes her head is pornographic. When she finds your clit, she encases it and starts to suck lightly. You scream out in pleasure, never feeling this sensitive before. It usually took a whole lot of Matt lazily fingering you and fucking you to illicit such a response. Ellie is building up an orgasm within you in record time.Â
She uses her fingers to open up your pussy a little bit more. You instinctively want to close your legs, but her left arm has your legs locked on her bed. Her middle and index fingers curl inside you with every motion forward.Â
Her eyes are closed and you are laser-focused on her expressions. Sheâs putting her all into making you feel good and itâs relieving to watch someone put so much care into it.Â
You notice the small little freckles that scatter across her nose get lighter as they reach her cheekbones. Sheâs so fucking pretty.Â
âJesus, youâre doinâ so good sweetheart. You feel so good.â
âOh my god, Ellie, please donât stop,â Your voice is strained, begging her to continue fucking you. She chuckles and begins to pick up speed. Your mind is cluttered, unsure how you can feel this good.Â
When the peripherals of your vision begin to get white, you know itâs over. She latches her lips back onto your clit, humming to drag the orgasm out of you. When it happens, your deep guttural moans get muffled by her palm.
You think your heart is going to stop beating.Â
Once you begin to feel your muscles relax, Ellie is crawling on top of you, hovering over your chest, her lips kissing your collarbones.
âYou did such a great job, baby girl,â She dotes, her short hair falling across her forehead, âYouâre so fuckinâ sexy.â
Your heart swells up a thousand sizes. You never got called that before, let alone felt sexy. But Ellie had this aura to her. She made you feel sexy, desirable, wanted.Â
Your hand reaches up to tuck her hair behind her ear, âPlease show me more.â
She nods, before she leans back on her knees. She balances on one leg before shoving her pajama shorts down. The ink travels to every part of her body and you wonder if the ones around her hips hurt. The snakes that travel up her thighs, have their heads resting right on her hip bones.Â
You sit up and observe her movements, sheâs fumbling with something in her drawer. She seemingly cannot find what sheâs looking for and slams it shut.Â
âHow about this,â She says with a huff, âI want you to see what it feels like to grind that pretty little pussy on mine anyway. The strap will have to wait.â
You feel the blood drain from your face, âThe strap?â
She giggles at your not-so-faux innocence. âWe will try that next time.â
You arenât ready for her to grab onto your legs and move you like a rag doll around her bed. She rests her body horizontally from yours, her lower half lining up with yours. You were not sure how this worked, but you had heard of scissoring before. The technicality was lost on you.Â
You sit up waiting for instruction, but Ellie is so hypnotized by your wet slit, she doesnât even look at you. You watch her reach out and touch your dripping center and it sends an electric shock down your limbs. You throw your head back, hissing at the action.Â
âGod, that cunt is so pretty.â
You finally look back at her, wanting nothing more but to fuck her like she fucked you. So in return for her toying with you, you hastily reach out and touch her pussy. You are confused by what to do, but by her reaction, you know you did something right.Â
âTell me what we are doing,â You beg, closing your legs in closer to hers. She nods, watching your fingers pull apart her pussy lips.Â
âPull your cunt against mine and ride me like youâd ride Mattâs dick.â
You halt your movements, âRide him?â
âYouâve never ridden him before?â
Your response was your silence. You had never explored much with him, simply because he was quick to get his nut before traversing to other territories.Â
She helps you sit up, hover your cunt over hers. You can not lie, the sight of her sticky wet pussy was hot. She guides you down so your mound is on hers. She bites her lip as you practically drool watching your purely untouched body against her painted figure.Â
âNow move your hips back,â Her hands are gripping onto your hips, showing you the way, âAnd forth.â
The friction is immediately overstimulating, but it feels like an itch youâve never scratched. So fucking delicious.Â
âShitâŚâ You groan at the response your body is giving you.
âPractice makes perfect, baby. Keep moving those hips.âÂ
You have never been on top, but itâs almost freeing to be in control of the movements. You werenât sure what you should grip onto as you rubbed your pussy against hers, so you grip onto your own shoulders. Your hips gyrate, the slickness between your legs starts trailing down to Ellieâs navy blue sheets.Â
âGod, this pussy is so fucking perfect,â Ellie says through gritted teeth. She holds down your hips, somehow trying to get you closer to her.
âItâs yours.â You whine, letting the lust take over your speech. You had no clue what that meant for this situation, you just knew that Ellie knew how to fuck you and it was bliss. Your hands leave your shoulders and eventually find Ellieâs tits.
âThis pussy is mine? The first cunt you fuck is the cunt you fuck forever?â
You want to laugh, but the bubble in your stomach is about to burst already with how fucked out of your mind you are. âIf the cunt is yours, then yes. I want this forever.â
Ellie sucks on her two fingers before she reaches down, finding the very top of your cunt, and begins to press down on that sensitive little bud. The saliva only mixes with the messiness of your liquids. You squeeze her nipples in response.Â
âNever going back to my stupid fuckinâ brother, hm? This pussy belongs to me.â
âYes, Ellie, fuck!âÂ
She smiles at your quickening pace. She knows youâre reaching your breaking point, and she knows that sheâs close herself.Â
âCome for me, baby. Come all over my fuckinâ cunt.â
You jolt forward, your hips stilling over hers. You donât know if youâve felt a sensation quite like it. You had tears pricking the corners of your eyes as your body felt like a volcano erupting. The curses leaving Ellieâs lips as she came from your orgasm only added to the high you felt. You knew words were leaving your mouth, but they were just jumbled together strings of sentences.Â
âJesus ChristâŚâ
âIt feels so goodâŚâ
âI want this pussy foreverâŚâ
You fall over next to Ellie, your legs still intertwined with hers. She was trying to catch her breath, her body still jittery from her high.Â
âThat was per-â
âBabe!!â
Your stomach drops to your ass when you hear Mattâs voice.
You jump up from Ellieâs bed, finding the closest clothes you can grab at. Ellie does the same, but takes her time throwing a tank top over her bed head. His footsteps are practically running up the steps.Â
You are still wobbly on your legs, practically falling over trying to put on the pants she loaned you. You just keep saying âfuckâ over and over again, knowing that you two will probably be caught. You just finished putting on a shirt when he barges into the room.Â
Heâs drunk.Â
âWhat are you still doing in here?â He asks you in an accusatory slurred voice. Collin is close behind him, trying to shush him.
âChill, dude. I was just showinâ her some of my art.â Ellie defends, plopping down on her bed. Sheâs trying to mask the fact that her bed is wet with your cum.Â
While he blabs about how Ellie sucks at art, which he is very wrong about, you notice a red blotch on his shirt collar. You zero in on it because you fucking knew.Â
âMatt, whatâs on your neck?â You interrupt.
He stops his rant to look down at you. His eyes are bloodshot. Heâs so gone that his mind canât make up an excuse.Â
âItâs from Sophie,â He blurts out, his lips getting ahead of his brain. Ellie pauses and the entire room goes dead silent. You had no idea what to say back to that. You had no clue who Sophie was. You honestly did not care, your relationship was already done in your head. You were just kind of shell-shocked that it happened exactly how your mind doctored it. Â
You glance over at Ellie who is already looking at you. Collin clears his throat.Â
âI think this a conversation for the morning,â Collin says, grabbing Mattâs arm to tug him out of the room.Â
You nod, âYeah, Collin, great idea. Why donât you take Matt to bed? Tuck him in and give him a sweet kiss like Sophie did.â
Mattâs face turns bright red, the same thing it always did when he got mad at you. Before he could lash out at you, Collin drags him out of the room and into the hall. Before shutting the door behind him, he says, âIâm sorry.â
You furrow your eyebrows, âItâs fine. Itâs not the first time. But it will be the last.â
When the door clicks shut, you hear Matt whisper yelling at Collin about how big of a bitch you are. How you didnât deserve him. Yadda-yadda-yadda.Â
Ellie just gawks at you. The tone of the room changed so drastically so quickly that you felt almost disconnected from reality.Â
âYou okay?â She asks innocently, her hand holding onto your shoulder.Â
Your legs are still weak. âYeah, I think Iâll need more practice though.â
She is confused, you can tell by the look on her face. âHuh?â
âIâll need more practice riding you. And, hey, you didnât get to use that fake dick on me, remember?â
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Hey, how you doing? So I was wondering if you could write a one-shot where Y/N visits Spencer in prison and just like how when JJ visited him, Spencer doesnât like the way the inmates are looking at Y/N, and when he gets back to his cell or when he is in the prison yard, he hears inmates talking about Y/N and gets protective. Saying stuff like âdonât talk about her like that, you donât get to talk about herâ or something similar.
I am unsure if there is a fanfic like this so just in case, I am asking âşď¸
Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader Trope: Established Relationship; Protective!Spencer Word Count: 0.8k A/N: apologies that this took a while. I was feeling very hyper-critical and unsatisfied with anything I wrote so this collected dust in my drafts a bitâstill do feel it if Iâm being honest but I felt the motivation to revisit my rough draft and make some changes before posting. I hope you like it! Main masterlist
His. // Spencer Reid
Spencer hasnât felt himself ever since his capture. If he was being honest, his descend to rock bottom started even before then but that wasnât the point. No, the point was the accumulation of his lack of sleep in his single cellâonly an hour at most, the constant alertness from keeping his identity as a fed hiddenâhis fashioned shiv always an inch away from reach, and the group shared mealsânever knowing what other contaminants it has, all made him feel one step away from snapping. He was teetering on the edge of lashing out and like the unsubs that he used to profile in black and white typing, he only needed one stressor before all hell broke loose.
And that stressor was you.Â
Visitation hours were always bittersweet. It soothed his soul to see your expressive eyes and beautiful face but dread always came after, knowing the minutes were counting down before you and him had to separate. He had always hated the idea of separation, hated not seeing you wholly and safe.
During the past cases, the bodies of each victim somehow always reminded him of you and here, locked in the confines with other criminals, made his hyper-vigilance of protecting you increase by a hundred.Â
âLove, you donât have to come visit me,â he suggested as the jeers from the other inmates about your looks echoed on the walls. Each whistle and vulgar mention of how your looks get their gears revving was a chip in his knightly armor and although he could see you trying to pay it no attention, it soothe no pain that he was the reason why you were exposed to all this sexualization.
âItâs fine, Spence. I can handle it as long as I get to see you,â you defended. âI miss you.âÂ
âI miss you too,â the corners of his mouth lifting to a small smile. Four simple words that didnât fully express the ache echoing in his chest. He could read in several languages but none of them could fully explain the loss that reverberates in him when itâs time to part ways.
You picked on the loose threading of his cardigan adorning your body. âIâve been visiting your mom. She asks about you a lot. How youâre doing, how youâre being treated and uhââ your lips quivered from emotion ââshe misses you too.âÂ
âThank you for seeing her. Can you tell her Iâm doing fine? I donât want her to worry too much about me,â he uttered a lie. He wasnât doing great and you could see that but having been together for so long, you understood the reasoning behind the fib without needing any explanation.
Iâd like to get a piece of that, huh. Another crude sentence about you reached his ears causing him to snap his neck to the side and clench his jaw. With all of his vast intellect, Spencer never did understand the psychology behind men catcalling as a form of flirtation and expecting the recipient to react positively. But then again, men who perpetuate this behavior were more of animals in his eyes. Plebeian in thought and unappealing in form.
Maybe there was something in the stale air of prison that made him his hackles rise or maybe it was just his biological imperative to protect what was his. Either reason, he felt himself snap the next day during yard hour when a duo of inmates sat beside him to slobber about your beauty and body.
âHey Twig, was that your girl the other day? That pretty young thing?â The one with the neck tattoo taunted. âTell me, does she taste as sweet as she looks?âÂ
His bald headed partner sneered. âMan, I donât think he can get her off, probably doesnât even know how she sounds like in bed. With how skinny he is, bet heâs also pencilââ
âHave some respect. You donât get to talk about her like that.â Spencer snarled out. He felt like an animal about to escape from his cageâgone was the logical ex-FBI agent and all that remained was a convicted, highly intelligent felon no longer afraid of committing a crime. Additional blood coating his shackled hands was nothing if done in your name.
They both snickered. âAnd what you going to do about it, huh?âÂ
He ground his teeth, saying nothing. Spencer knew the statistics of him winning in a fight specially 2 vs 1 was slim to none so he catalogued their faces and numbers in his vast mind and bid his time like a snake lying in the wait for his prey to settle in faux comfort.
âThought so. Câmon man,â the one with the neck tattoo patted his back and started to stand with his partner. âIâlll see your girl in my fantasies tonight, Twig.âÂ
But before they were out of earshot, he turned and called back a warningâhis last mercy before the execution. âYouâre going to regret it.âÂ
They both hooted in laughter, unaware that Spencer makes good on his promisesâthreats really, anything to protect his girl.
And when he poisoned a group of inmates who were smuggling drugs inside the jail, he made sure that all those men who jeered sexual innuendos at you, counting in the two who confronted him in the yard, were included. His methods cold, detached, and impersonalâsomething he learned from the killers he had spent half of his life profiling.
There were whispers, of course, who caused the contamination. He wasnât deaf. He knew it was what labelled him as a danger and almost untouchable in prison. An emerging alpha in this testosterone filled animal kingdom. The same status that extend to you, his chosen queen.
And so during your next visit when no cat calls reached your ears, you innocently asked about it and he just shrugged like it was no big deal. He didnât want to taint your mirage of him any more than his stint in prison had done. You were his to protect, his to care for, and his to love.
To put it simply, you were his.
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Missing the happy hormone | S.R.
Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!reader
Content warning: emotional reader, period mention, fluff
Word Count: 1.8K
Summary: Apparently Spencer Reid could make anything better - even the emotional disaster of being on your period
A/N: First, huge thank you to the cutie that sent in this request, you literally caught me while on my period so this was born. Also, hereâs to my inability to write short fics, this is your only warning that i can make and will make anything long, lol. Also, my titles suck omg. And shoutout to my crazy bestie for making me a Mamma Mia girly, she rocks.
But also, happy one month to this blog! When I carved out this little space for myself a month ago I wasnât really sure how Iâd feel being back here and writing again, but so far itâs been a treat. A huge thank you for all of your support and love and thank you to my mutuals and everyone that interacted with my blog. đ Hereâs to many more months to come!
Request: spencer x fem!reader on her period/ovulating and shes in tears all the time?? Im ovulating and have been crying for hours and keep calling my mom lmaoo heâd been so lovely and sweet I know it I can feel it in my bones
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It was a slow day at the BAU. The most exciting thing in the 6 hours Spencer had spent at work was Rossiâs invitation to dinner the following weekend.Â
Paperwork had piled high after their last 2 cases, so every team member was hunched over their desk, writing and revising reports. It was a never-ending cycle - finish a report, close the file, open a new one, and start all over again.
His eyes had started getting tired after four and a half hours, his hand had started cramping and he was down two pens so far, yet there was still a prominent pile on his desk.
He suspected Morgan and Emily might have pushed a file or two from theirs onto his load, seeing as he was getting done the fastest. Regardless, every few hours JJ was bringing even more to pile on top of everything that wasnât finished, so buried in paperwork they stayed - no matter how fast he wrote or read, or how used to the load he was.
He was just thinking about getting up to prepare a fresh pot of coffee so he could function properly for a few more hours when his phone started ringing. He felt around the pockets of his suit jacket, where it sat draped on his chair, and then pulled it free.Â
His display showed an incoming call, a picture of you as he hugged you, hands around your middle and face almost buried into your neck, a soft smile gracing both your faces. A scenery rich with reds, browns, and yellows stood behind you, the beauty of fall was nothing short of spectacular.Â
The picture youâd taken last year when the team spent a weekend at Rossiâs cabin in the woods, surrounded by the beauty of landscapes and leaves, nature for miles.Â
He accepted the call right away, a small smile on his face.Â
âHey sweetheart.â His voice was gentle, if a little raspy from misuse. He hadnât talked much in the last few hours - just a distracted short answer here or a hum there. He was happy you were calling, though, welcoming the reprieve from the most recent report.Â
It was silent for a few seconds, and he wondered absentmindedly if maybe you hadnât called him on accident, and then there came a tiny little sniffle from your side.Â
âSweetheart?â He prompted, âAre you there? Whatâs going on?â Worry was starting to creep into the base of his spine, but he still remained calm and kept his voice gentle.Â
âIâm here. Hi.â Another small sniffle, âAllâs good. JustâŚI was just wondering how much longer youâd be gone.â Your voice was small,like you thought you might upset him by asking, and a little crackly, like you yourself were upset about something.Â
His eyebrows furrowed, and he checked the time quickly - 3:57 pm.Â
âProbably about two more hours, thereâs a lot of paperwork we need to go through.â His eyes met Emilyâs as she sent him a curious, questioning look.Â
âOh, okay.â The resignation was clear in your voice, âIâll see you later then.â The call ended abruptly, and it took him a second to catch up.
He couldnât help but feel like not everything was as good as you claimed it was. For one, you rarely called to ask when heâd be home - you knew his work could span into the late hours, or even stretch for days. You let him update you on any changes in his work schedule.Â
In your interactions, your voice was usually upbeat and teasing - especially on the phone. Your kindness was always evident in your voice, as was your mood. You were a sunshine person, if he ever met one, thatâs probably why you and Penelope formed such a close bond upon meeting.Â
There was something that nagged him - a change in your mood he could pick up on just by your voice - too low, too small, and the cracks that he could now identify as he replayed your conversation in his head. You were keeping yourself from crying out, and yet there was nothing more apparent than the tears in your voice. And that made him worry.Â
âReid, are you okay?â Emilyâs voice snapped him from the hard stare heâd been giving his phone in the last several minutes since the call ended.Â
âIâŚI donât know.â His eye twitched, and he cleared his throat before he tried and failed to articulate exactly what was happening - he himself had a hard time understanding. One thing he knew was that he needed to get home. âI..um, I need to go. Can you, please?â He asked, gusting at the remaining three files on his desk before he pulled his suit jacket on and grabbed his satchel.Â
Morgan and Emily shared a mildly concerned look before they both nodded their heads, âYeah, go. Text to let us know if everything is okay.â Morgan reminded him before he exited the bullpen with a fast step and tried to keep calm.
He was aware the situation wasnât anything that he needed to be incredibly worried over - if something was really wrong, he knew you would have let him know. Yet, he couldnât help the way his heart constricted by the sound of your voice, or the overwhelming desire to come home and gently hold you, see what could have caused this behavior.Â
You were curled up on the couch, watching as Donna helped Sophie get ready for her wedding, the gentle melody of âSlipping through my fingersâ filling the empty apartment. Your eyes were watering, to the point that everything was starting to get blurry. A shaky exhale left your lips.
Today has simply been a rollercoaster. Kissing Spencer goodbye this morning was the highlight of the day. What followed was nothing short of an emotional disaster.Â
Youâd teared up during breakfast, images of picking berries with Spencer flying through your mind. The desire to make it a reality was strong.Â
Following that had come the overwhelming urge to bawl your eyes out, for no apparent reason whatsoever. Just cry and cry until you had it all emptied out and you could take a deep breath and continue with your day. So, cry you did, and then youâd finished with your chores for the day.Â
Apparently letting it all out and emptying your tear supply hadnât happened. Seeing as around 3:30 youâd started missing your boyfriend so much, the need to hear his voice had won out, so youâd called him. You felt the need to have him home to hold you because this monthâs visit from mother flow was making you feel like a crybaby.
But then there was disappointment at the notion that you needed to wait close to 3 hours before that could happen. So you quickly ended the call before he could pick up on the tone of your voice, and then you shed a few tears.Â
Now here you were, rewatching Mamma Mia because you really needed a pick me up, and once again, eyes shining as the tears started falling. At this point, it was a losing battle, so you let them fall, humming to the song with a broken voice.Â
Thatâs exactly how Spencer found you, not a minute later. His keys were in his hand, the satchel on his shoulder, and he was just a little bit out of breath.Â
The moment his eyes met you, they softened as he dropped everything and sat down next to you. His hand reached up and he cradled the side of your face, wiping your tears away.Â
âHey, sweetheart. Whatâs wrong?â He asked in a whisper.
âLook at Donna painting Sophieâs nails, itâs...â You hiccuped, another wave of tears washing over you. âAnd youâre home, why are you home?â Your question was met with a furrow in his brow, as his thumbs continued wiping underneath your eyes.Â
âYou called.â He answered simply.Â
âBut you said-â He stopped you before you could finish your sentence.
âI did, yes. But you sounded off and sad, so. Want to tell me whatâs going on?â He prompted you gently as he pushed your hair back and pulled you into his lap after, feeling like you needed the physical contact.Â
You werenât ashamed to admit it, per se, but you were ashamed that your hormones had caused him to leave work and race home to be with you.Â
âItâs my period,â you mumbled, hands wrapping around his neck as you hid your face in his chest, too tired to prevent your eyes from watering again. âItâs been going on all day. Randomly, Iâd just get so emotional, and the tears would start. I was missing you so much too, and then hearing the song, bam, tears again. Iâm so done with this Spence.â You sounded barely coherent, with your face pushed as close to him as possible.Â
It all made sense now, youâd been cranky a few days ago, and then youâd told him last night your cramps were unbearable, so he knew you were on your period, but right now he felt like an idiot for not figuring it out himself.Â
âItâs okay, everything is fine. The drop in estrogen and progesterone, following your ovulation triggered this. This in turn reduced the production of serotonin, your happy hormone. So, we just need to boost it a bit.â He whispered into your ear as you played with the hairs at the nape of his neck.Â
âHow?â You sighed into his chest, almost being able to pick up on the sound of his heartbeat.
He got deep in thought for a few seconds as you breathed in his scent, and a sense of calmness slowly overtook you now that he was home and holding you. One of his hands was running soothing circles on your back as the other held your hand, fingers interlocked.Â
âHow about we take a trip to the store and get you some snacks? Weâll pick up dinner on the way home and then I'll hold you some more and you'll pick a movie for us to watch.â He suggested, kissing the crown of your head once, twice, and many more times until you gave him an answer.Â
âYeah, yeah, I think that would help, but just having you here has done wonders.â You finally laid your head against his chest, looking up to meet his eyes. He smiled, and so did you. Having him here really had helped immensely, and when had it not? He was your other half, your rock, and even when your emotions ran rampant or you were feeling down, just his presence, his touch, and his understanding were enough to make it all okay.Â
Later in the evening, Penelope sent you a photo of Sergio sleep-hugging a little plushy youâd gotten him, and the waterworks started all over again. Luckily, Spencer was there, wiping your tears and kissing your head, saying a thousand things without actually speaking a word.
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Destined To Be A Girl Dad
Genre: Romance, Comedy, Cute, Fluff
Pairing: San x Reader (y/n)
Characters: Mom!Reader, Dad!San, Daughter (Choi Haeun)
Summary:Â When San found out you were pregnant with a girl, he could not be happier. You knew that she'll have him wrapped around her tiny finger but he'll gladly be a fool for his princess. And from the moment she was born, he prove it to be true.
Word count: 8K
Warning(s): Mentions of bodily fluids, giving birth, medical procedures, postpartum hemorrhage, (y/n)'s very stressed, scared, anxious and overwhelmed.
[A/N: This is a little 'flashback' chapter to when Haeun was born. I came across a lot of parents showing their newborn daughter and the dad's reactions just reminded me of San so much.]
San was rudely woken up by the sunlight that was streaming in through the gap in the curtains. Before he could even wake his brain, he got out of bed and went to close the curtains. He turned to make sure the sun wasn't bothering you. Thankfully, you were still fast asleep, unbothered by the sun.
"I love you." He leaned over to kiss your head, eyes scanning you to make sure you were comfortable and okay.
"San, I'm fine." You mumbled into your pillow, having felt his gaze on you despite being asleep. San chuckled, pressing his forehead against your temple lovingly.
"Just wanted to make sure you're comfy and safe, baby." He kissed your cheek.
"I'm the size of a whale, I don't even know what it's like to be comfortable anymore." You groaned.
"Don't say that about my princess. She's perfect, you're perfect." He laid down beside you, letting your rest your head on his arm. It was the best was to have you close to him since your belly was in the way.
"At this point, I just want my water to break already." You sighed in slight frustration.
"She'll come when she's ready. I know it's hard, baby. I'm sorry." He pouted, rubbing your arm.
"Want me to massage your feet or get you something?" He offered. With you going to give birth soon, your ankles have been swelling and bothering you so San has been very kind in giving you foot rubs whenever he can.
"No, can you just hold me?" You asked.
"Of course I can do that." San let you move on your own at your own pace to get yourself comfortable. You tilted your body so you could press your face against his chest.
"This should make you more relaxed." San whispered, reaching up to massage the back of your neck and shoulders.
"That feels good. You take such good care of us and she isn't even here yet." You melted into his touch.
"She's not born yet but she's here, she's a part of you. And I'll always take care of you and princess." San chuckled. With the massage and the sound of San's heartbeat, you slowly fell back asleep again.
"Sleep well." He stroked your hair.
Since you were due soon, San had taken some time off work. He still did his practices but there was less travelling just in case you went into labour.
Another thing is that ever since your pregnancy started, San has become a very light sleeper. He was always hyper vigilant and aware of your movements. Not that you wanted him to help you 24/7, he was just worried, he couldn't help it. So when he felt you stir and struggle to sit up, he opened his eyes.
"What do you need, baby?" San asked, sitting up just as you managed to stand on your feet and get out of bed.
"I'm just going to get more water, my bottle is empty. Go back to sleep, Sannie. I can manage it on my own." You giggled and put on your house slippers.
"I can get it for you, baby. I should have filled up your bottle for you before going to bed." He said.
"San, it's really okay. I can get my own water. And you did fill up my bottle, I just drank it all." You assured with a soft smile.
"Okay, call me if you need help." San told you. You hummed and left your shared bedroom to go to the kitchen. He didn't go back to sleep, he just sat there, waiting for a bit before going to help you.
"Sannie, do you want coffee?" You asked.
"I'm good, baby. I want you back in bed with me." He replied. He could hear you laughing.
CLANG!
"Baby!" San shot out of bed and rushed to the kitchen. You were standing there, the glass of water that was in your hand was shattered on the ground. You winced, knees starting to wobble as you held your back.
"Sorry." You groaned amidst the pain that you were in. Now San was worried you hurt yourself.
"It's okay, it's okay. Come. Careful." Holding both your hands in his, San guided you over the broken glass. He was grateful you were wearing the slippers Seonghwa bought you.
"Did the glass get you?" He sat you down and checked you, looking for any signs that you were cut from the glass.
"No, it hurts." You held your back.
"Braxton Hicks?" He bent down in front of you, helping you to rub your back. San knew that you have been having Braxton Hicks since you were going into labour soon.
"No, Sannie. I think it's real. The Braxton Hicks have never hurt so badly and it never reaches my back." You groaned.
"Oh........ OH!" It took a while for your words to sink in as San jumped to his feet.
"We should go to the hospital. Or should I call an ambulance? What should I do?!" He asked.
"Sannie, calm down. It's okay, breathe. It just started so we don't have to go to the hospital yet. But I should start timing how long they last and the intervals between them." You squeezed his hand as you reminded him of what the doctor told you, trying to maintain a smile as you felt him beginning to panic.
"Right, right. I'll help you. Let me clean up the glass first." San was reluctant to let go of your hand but the broken glass on the floor was a hazard to both you and him.
"I'm sorry I made a mess and can't even help clean it up." You sighed.
"No need to apologise, baby. You're in labour. You just focus on yourself and princess." He looked at you with an excited smile.
"You're such a goof." You chuckled. San shot you a flat look with a playful pout before returning back to cleaning. After he was done, San escorted you back to bed to rest.
"Are you timing your contractions? Are they getting more intense?" He asked as he retrieved towels.
"Still manageable." You groaned.
"Alright, come here, baby." San laid out the towels for them, knowing you would be stressed out if your water broke all over the sheets and the mattress.
"Careful. Easy..." He cooed, adjusting your pillow for you so you were comfortable.
"Shall I get you some food? A drink?" He asked.
"No but after the princess comes, I want a big coffee. A BIG coffee, Choi San." You held his collar to show how serious you were. With your pregnancy, you had to severely cut down on your coffee intake, which you did not really like.
"Of course, baby. Anything you want." He kissed the top of your head and went out to the kitchen to fix you snack. You did your best to stay distracted, watching San fancams on your iPad.
"Hey! I'm here!" You heard noises outside and put the iPad down. In came Wooyoung with a big grin.
"So, how's my god daughter doing?" He asked, reaching over to hug you.
"She's not here yet but soon, she'll be here in our arms. Just a little more." You chuckled, patting his back. Wooyoung was also very involved in your pregnancy.
"Even with the man right here, in the flesh, you're still watching his fancams?" He raised an eyebrow, seeing your iPad.
"It distracts me, okay?" Your cheeks heated up, closing the iPad before San could come in.
"Well, it definitely distracts you in one way because that's how my god daughter got here. And perhaps my future god children." He teased and you slapped his arm in embarrassment.
"Anyway, I brought you some food. San's too panicked to cook now but you should get some food in you." He told you. You laughed and nodded your head. Just then, San came in with a tray, plating up the food that Wooyoung had brought along with him. He placed it on the bed for you.
"Come on." Both San and Wooyoung helped you sit up properly so you could eat, even if San insisted on feeding you.
"Ah... Damn it." You cursed under your breath as another contraction hit you. San rubbed your back and let you squeeze his hand until the wave of pain would pass.
"So, how long can this last? Or rather, how long should it last until you go to the hospital?" Wooyoung asked.
"Dude, did you not read the parenting books I got you?" San asked his best friend in disbelief.
"Look, I tried my best to read two! I couldn't continue reading the other five." Wooyoung groaned and whined. You laughed and patted San's shoulder.
"It's fine. Basically, we time how long they last and the intervals between them. Then we go to the hospital." You replied.
"I already texted our OBGYN that the labour has started. She's ready when you are." San informed.
"When I am ready? More like when your daughter is ready." You chuckled. San cooed and kissed your temple. Even if you were full, you tried to eat at least half of what Wooyoung brought you. And you made sure both Wooyoung and San ate too.
"Trust me, you'll both need your energy too." You told them, holding the wall and slowly walking around. San had his bowl in his hand, his other hand held out to support you in case you fell.
"San, eat your food. It's fine, I'll manage on my own for a few minutes." You assured.
"No, I'd rather just be here by your side." He shook his head as he chewed his food.
"Is your go bag packed?" Wooyoung asked.
"Oh, I need my phone charger and the book from my nightstand." You replied. San was going to go but Wooyoung held his hand out to stop him, going into your room to retrieve the items for you.
"Don't know if you're going to be able to get much reading done with the princess here." San laughed.
"That's why I have you and Woo, right?" You joked.
"That's right. I am not leaving my princess' side." Wooyoung declared as he came out with your items, tucking them into the bag that you had packed and ready on the couch.
"You mean, my princess." San corrected with a glare. Wooyoung rolled his eyes. You laughed with a shake of your head. If the two were already fighting before your daughter was born, you can only imagine how much worse it was going to be when she actually gets here. Not the mention, the 6 other uncles waiting.
"She's not even here yet and you two-" You stopped mid sentence as you felt a pop.
"What?" San asked in confusion and worry. Until you both looked down and saw the trickle of liquid go down your leg.
"I think now's a good time to go to the hospital." San said and you nodded, feeling your cheeks heat up. You were frozen in your spot as the trickle was consistent.
"Text my parents. Tell them her water broke and we're going to the hospital now." San told Wooyoung as he pulled on clothes and grabbed you a hoodie that he knew would keep you comfortable.
"What's wrong, baby? Does it hurt?" San frowned, wondering why you haven't moved.
"It's dripping..." You mumbled, hiding your face in your hands.
"Hey, it's okay. It's okay, it's normal." San hugged you, rubbing your back. Tears welled up in your eyes, you didn't know what was happening, you just couldn't handle it.
"It's so embarrassing, I'm going to die." You cried. Even if you expected this to happen and knew it was going to happen, it still felt so embarrassing to have your bodily fluids leak out of you, especially in front of Wooyoung.
"(y/n), listen to me. This is normal, you're giving birth. There's nothing to be embarrassed about." Wooyoung assured.
"It's alright, hmm? Don't worry." San kissed your cheek, wiping your tears away. You nodded tearfully and squeezed San's hand as he slipped your shoes on for you and guided you out of the house.
"Careful, easy." San placed a towel on the passenger seat for you to sit before loading up the car and driving to the hospital.
"Oww..." You took deep breaths, feeling the pain become more intense and frequent.
"Sir, you can't park here." The guard said as San stopped his car.
"I know! I know! But my wife is in labour, can you help her? I'll move my car right after." San came out and opened your door. He watched as the guard called nurses to come with the gurney.
"I'll see you inside, baby." San squeezed your hand. You nodded and shot him a small smile before he got in the car and went to park.
Of course, you were slightly freaked out that you were now alone and without San, you were scared and nervous. But a part of you didn't want to make him panic even more so you took a deep breath and tried your best to calm yourself down, telling yourself that he'll be back by your side soon.
"Hey, (y/n)." Your OBGYN came into your delivery room. Since your water broke, the nurses brought you to the delivery room right away instead of checking you into a ward.
"Dr Min, I'm glad to see a familiar face." You smiled tearfully.
"Hey, I'm here for you and your baby. You're in safe hands." She patted your shoulder and began to check you.
"San's parking the car but he said he got you up to speed on everything? My brain's just a little foggy now." You admitted honestly, watching her put on her gloves.
"Yes, he did. Don't worry. I'll just check you now to see how dilated yet." She told you.
"I'm here! Is she born yet?!" San burst into the room, breathing heavily. The nurses in the room giggled at his outburst.
"Sannie, shhh. No, she's not born yet." You chuckled, opening your arms for him. As San made his way over, he smiled at Dr Min and gave you a hug.
"Looks like we're getting there but not yet. We'll have to wait a little more." Dr Min said, standing back up and removing her gloves to throw them into the bin. You let out a long, defeated sigh and San stroked your head.
"Thanks, Dr Min." San bowed his head.
"Don't be discouraged. Baby girl will be here soon." Dr Min smiled softly at you. You nodded and waved as she left the room. San pulled up a chair so he could stay by your side as the wait began.
"Are you sure you don't want anything for the pain?" San asked, his eyebrows furrowed.
"I'm okay. It's all on our princess, we'll wait until she's ready." You said, reaching up to hold his face in your hands.
"But you're in pain and I don't like seeing you in pain." He kissed your hand. One of the options that you and San had discussed was inducing or speeding up the birth but you wanted to push through.
"You're so strong, baby. You're a good omma." He smiled softly, rubbing the back of your hand with his thumb.
"You do whatever makes you feel comfortable, okay? It's your decision." He assured.
"Thanks, Sannie. I just feel better with you here." You said. There was no other person you would rather have a child with. San was always there for you, always supportive and encouraging. He never pushed you to do anything you didn't want to do, he trusts your instinct and decisions for both yours and your daugher's wellbeing.
"You know I'll always be here for you and for the princess." He pressed your hand against his cheek.
"I just want her to be okay." You teared up. Hearing your suddenly serious words, San stood up from his seat, leaning over you. His eyes searched yours.
"Hey, hey. Where's all this coming from? Baby, you'll be okay. Both you and princess will be okay. I've got you both." He frowned.
"I know, I just suddenly feel so scared." You rubbed your eyes like a little child crying to her parent.
"It's normal to be scared. But don't be. Dr Min and everyone will take care of you." He comforted. As another contraction hit, you winced and squeezed San's hand. He rubbed your back soothingly.
"Let me get you some water. Breathe, baby." San poured cold water into a cup for you and held the straw out for you to drink.
"Thank you." You coughed slightly and grabbed a towel you bought to wipe your tears and sweat.
"Princess, I know you're comfy in there but omma is dealing with a lot of pain. Be a good girl and make it easy for omma." San said, pressing his ear to your stomach like he always did throughout the pregnancy. You ran your fingers through his hair.
"Ooh, she did not like that." San chuckled as both you and him felt her move and kick where his ear was. San pouted at your daughter but still planted a kiss to your belly.
"I'm gonna miss her kicks." San pouted at you.
"Alright, I don't know what you're implying but slow down, cowboy." You pushed his forehead.
A few more hours passed with San staying by your side and helping you through the contractions. Your parents and San's parents came, both mothers making sure you were okay and comfortable.
"Okay, omma. Let's see where baby girl is at." Dr Min came in again. San wiped the sweat off your forehead for you.
"Looks like we're ready to start pushing." Dr Min's head popped up.
"We'll be outside. Call us if you need anything." Your mom and Mrs Choi said, leaving the room to give you and San some privacy. They didn't want to overwhelm you further.
"I've got you okay? Don't be afraid, you can do this, baby. I know you can." San looked down at you and you nodded. With the guidance of your OBGYN, you began to push. San squeezed your hand and you tried your best to push. Even when you got tired, all the staff were encouraging to you.
"I can see the head. You're doing great, (y/n). Just a little more." Dr Min told you.
"She's out, she's out." Dr Min announced and clamped the cord, separating your baby from the placenta. You both watched as she handed the baby to the nurse practitioner.
"She's here." San excitedly looked over but still remaind by your side. Even as your daughter let out her first big cry.
"Go, see your princess, comfort her." You patted his hand. All you had to do was deliver the placenta.
"Cut here." The nurse handed San the scissors to cut the umbilical cord. He couldn't even stop the huge grin from forming on his face as he watched his daughter.
"Hi there, it's okay. Appa's got you." San cooed as the nurse placed the baby in his arms.
As much as San wanted to hold her longer, he knew skin to skin with you was more important. So he brought her to you immediately.
"She's perfect." San smiled as he lowered her down to you. You smiled tired and weakly, eyes blinking slowly. And before San could release her into your arms, your eyes closed and your head dropped. San's eyes widened in shock.
"She's hemorrhaging! Doctor!" The nurse yelled and Dr Min ran over as the machines beeped in alarm.
"Baby?! (y/n)!" San yelled out in fear. Your daughter began to cry and San felt tears in his eyes too. What was happening? What was going on? All he could see was your pale face.
"BP dropping. Someone take Mr Choi and the child to another room." Dr Min ordered.
"Please, save my wife." San begged as the nurse led him to another room.
"We will try our best, Mr Choi. Dr Min is the best. But now, you need to have skin on skin with your daughter." The nurse advised calmly and San handed the baby to her.
"Like this?" San removed his shirt, letting the nurse lay the baby against his chest. The moment she did, the baby calmed down.
"Please go save her." San cried. The nurse nodded and left the room. His parents and your parents came in, all panicked. Of course, San wanted this to be a joyous occasion, he waited so long to meet his daughter and now she was here, in his arms. But he just couldn't, knowing you were unconscious.
"What happened?" Your mother asked worriedly.
"I don't know. I think they said she's hemorrhaging. She was fine, all she had to do was deliver the placenta. I shouldn't have left her side." San cried.
"San, San. Calm down. (y/n)'s going to be okay. You need to be strong for her and your daughter." Mrs Choi told him.
"Okay." San took deep breaths. He and his daughter seemed to be able to calm each other down.
"She'll be okay." Your mother assured, wiping San's tears. San looked down at the baby that was sleeping on his chest. He gently kissed the top of her head.
"Omma will be okay." He whispered. Soon, another nurse came in with a baby basinet.
"How's my wife?" San asked.
"I'm sorry, sir. I don't know. I need to bring the baby for her checks." The nurse apologised. San didn't want to let his daughter go, even with his mother around, he felt like your baby was the only thing that could comfort him now.
"Can it wait?" San pleaded. The nurse looked conflicted, unsure of what she should do.
"I'm sorry. But if there was a birth complication, we need to check. I promise I'll bring her back as soon as possible." The nurse said. San reluctantly handed the baby to her.
"Mr Choi?" Dr Min came in and San immediately stood up, even when his shirt wasn't fully buttoned up yet.
"Doc, how is she?" San felt like he couldn't breathe.
"She's fine. Out of the woods. Bleeding after birth is normal but she bled a lot. But don't worry, she's okay. She's recovering. I'll need to keep her here for a few days longer though." She informed.
"Of course, anything. We'll stay for as long as she'll need. Thank you so much." San bowed deeply to the doctor.
"Now go be with your wife. I had the nurses send her up to your ward already." Dr Min smiled and San went up to the ward where you were wheeled up to.
When San entered, you were fast asleep, probably tired for the birth and the huge loss of blood. But San knew you were a fighter. He hovered over you and kissed your forehead, feeling another round of tears threaten to fall. Obviously he didn't know the severity of the bleed but he knew he almost lost you.
"I love you. Thank you." He pressed his head against yours. As he took a chair to sit, he held your hand the entire time.
"You did good, baby. You did so good, you deserve to rest. She's perfect, an angel just like you. Sleep for as long as you want." San said to you, even though you were asleep.
When you woke up, you looked around in confusion. Until your eyes fell upon San, walking around with a bundle in his arms, singing softly.
"Look who it is, baby girl." San turned and realised you were awake.
"San..." You began to cry. San put your daughter back in her basinet and came over to you.
"It's okay, you're okay. I got you. I got you." He hugged you tightly, his hand resting on the back of your head. You cried into his shoulder and San felt a lump in his throat too.
"You did so good, baby." San continued to comfort you for as long as you needed.
"Can I see her?"
"Of course you can, baby! You're her mom!" San laughed and went over to pick up the baby that was beginning to fuss. But as San gently laid her on your chest, the baby calmed down. She blinked up at you and you smiled softly.
"Hi there. You're so cute... You're perfect. Did you name her yet?" You cooed and looked up at San, who was smiling at both of you. He shook his head.
"You should name her. You've let me make a lot of decisions in the pregnancy, you should name her." You told him.
"Baby, I let you make those decisions because it was your body, you were the one going through the pregnancy, not me." San laughed.
"But I do have one name that I like. Haeun." He added.
"Haeun, Choi Haeun. I like it. It's perfect for her. Welcome to the world, Haeunnie." You smiled at her. San gave you a kiss then kissed the top of Haeun's head.
Since you woke up, San called Dr Min to come and check on you. At the same time, the nurse taught you how to feed Haeun.
"You gave us a scare earlier but you're fine now, (y/n). Nothing major. However, I was mentioning that I would need you to stay in a little longer just for observations." Dr Min explained. You nodded obediently, too preoccupied with staring at your daughter that was drinking from you hungrily.
"Thanks, Dr Min." You and San bowed your heads as she took her leave. You smiled softly, watching Haeun grasp your finger in her hand as she drank.
"You must have been hungry, my love." You cooed.
"She has a big appetite like her dad." San grinned proudly at you, making you scoff.
After Haeun had her fill, she fell asleep. You couldn't get up so the nurse came in to help you with cleaning her and changing her diaper before wrapping her up in a swaddle.
"Oh, so that's how you do it." San said, looking over at the nurse's actions, his glasses on as he took notes on his phone.
"Hey, grandpa. Can I get a glass of water, please?" You teased. San's head whipped around to glare at you.
"You're lucky you're cute." He glared with a pout as he handed you the water. You grinned cheekily as the nurse placed the swaddled Haeun in the basinet and wheeled her by your side. But San constantly hovered over her.
"Let her sleep. Nothing will happen with her a few inches away from us." You chuckled. You and San enjoyed each other's silence, well it was more like San not being able to take his eyes off Haeun.
"Knock knock." The door opened and Wooyoung poked his head in with the others, all carrying flowers, gift baskets and balloons.
"She's sleeping." San quickly shushed everyone.
"Sorry, overprotective dad over here." You snickered. Hongjoong held up a huge cup of iced coffee for you and you swear you nearly cried at the sight.
"Lifesaver." You whispered gratefully and received the cup in your hands to take a big sip.
"Slow down, baby. You shouldn't finish it in one go." San stopped you, placing his hand to push the cup away from you.
"I pushed a bowling ball out of me. Please just let me have this." You begged. San sighed in defeat and let go, letting you enjoy your coffee. But of course, you did heed his advice and drank slowly.
"Oh my gosh... She's the most perfect little angel." Wooyoung cooed, trying to contain his squeal, leading to him slapping Seonghwa's shoulder. Seonghwa hissed and pushed Wooyoung away. Before they could all get too close, San stepped between them and the basinet, pointing to the sink.
"Wash first." San ordered.
"How are you?" Jongho asked, taking a seat by your side. You assumed San had told everyone about the complication after birth.
"I'm okay now. I think it gave all of us a scare but the doctor stopped the bleeding and I'm fine, just have to stay in here a little longer for observation." You shrugged.
"That's good." Yeosang hummed. You watched as San reluctantly let the boys carry Haeun.
"She's so cute when she sleeps." Yunho cooed over Wooyoung's shoulder.
"I have a feeling everything she does is going to be cute to all of you." You laughed. You trusted San to watch out for Haeun and help the boys properly hold her so you could relax.
"You should rest more. I'm sure you've been through the wringer. We brought you food too." Mingi told you, adjusting your blanket properly. You smiled gratefully, watching Seonghwa take a rice porridge out of the container for you.
"We didn't even ask her name yet." Seonghwa said, wheeling the table close to you so you could eat.
"Her name is Haeun, Choi Haeun." San smiled proudly.
"What a perfect name for a perfect princess." Wooyoung cooed softly at the baby in his arms. After a bit, Haeun woke up and began crying. San patted your hand and went to retrieve her from Wooyoung.
"Don't worry, appa's got you." He swayed, patting her back softly to soothe her.
"He's got it. Eat up, get your energy back." Jongho encouraged. You took a spoon and began eating, glacing over at San and Haeun.
"We should go, give you three time to rest." Hongjoong said, checking his watch. The boys came over to give you hugs while San watched with a frown.
"Stop hugging my wife." He whispered harshly, careful not to disturb the now calm Haeun. Only when he placed her back in the basinet, he happily hugged the members who congratulated him again.
"I can't believe she's finally here. The princess is finally here." San let out little squeaks of happiness as Wooyoung hugged him. Wooyoung nodded with a soft laugh and patted San's back. Everyone was waiting for your baby's arrival, even more so when it was announced that you were having a girl.
"We'll see you soon. Take care." Yunho waved as the boys all left.
"She's asleep, Sannie. You can put her down." You chuckled. San looked up at you with a disappointed smile.
"You can watch her. I want cuddles." You held your arms up. At that, San placed Haeun down and came to you. Luckily the hospital bed was big enough.
"Are you feeling ill? You have to tell me or inform the nurse." He said as you laid on his chest.
"I'm fine, Sannie." You squeezed his arm, snuggling closer to him. San He reached over you and rubbed your back.
"I love you. You did so good, baby. Thank you so much for giving me my princess. Really, thank you. I can't thank you enough." San repeated, planting many kisses on your head.
"There's nothing to thank me for, San. I'm lucky to have you with me and to be the one to have your daughter, you've been the perfect partner. You're such a great dad, she's lucky that she'll have you to raise her." You smiled up at him.
"You always speak so lowly of yourself, my love. I'm lucky to have you and her now. And she has the best mom in the whole wide world. So she's pretty lucky." He said.
"Yeah." You nodded, the both of you looking over at your sleeping child.
"Is it weird that I already love her so much? Like looking at her makes my heart hurts." San asked.
"Not weird, that's called being whipped. Or being a fool for your daughter. She's a few hours old and already has you wrapped around her tiny finger." You lifted up your pinky finger.
"Don't make fun of me." He whined.
"But she's finally here, San. She was inside of me and now, she's right there. She's laying there, sleeping, breathing on her own." You said.
"All thanks to you, baby. Now, you should continue to rest. You're not 100% yet, take all the time you need to recover." San reached over to lower the lights so you could sleep. Since you were still feeling weak, it didn't take long for the tiredness to wash over you and you fell asleep in San's hold.
You were woken up by Haeun's crying but San already jumped out of bed, going to her to scoop her up into his arms. As you turned up the lights, you watched San try to soothe her.
"She could be hungry." You rubbed your eyes tiredly.
"Are you okay to feed her? We can use formula if you still feel weak." San asked with a worried frown.
"I'm fine. I just need the pillow." You said. San nodded and let you carry Haeun while he put the 'U' shaped pillow under Haeun and around your waist so you wouldn't have to carry her full weight.
"Is this okay?" San asked, adjusting the pillow properly. You hummed and fed a fussing Haeun.
"Good girl, Haeun. It's okay." You stroked her head as she drank from you hungrily.
"My poor baby must be tired." San came and reached over, cupping your cheeks. You smiled tiredly, knowing that this is going to be your routine for a while. But it was comforting to see Haeun peacefully drinking and staring up at you.
"Awww, now you're nice and full, aren't you, angel?" You cooed as she released you so you could cover yourself up. Since you were still feeling weak, San helped you with changing her diaper.
"Post birth poops are awful." You groaned.
"Nonsense, my princess' poop doesn't smell at all." San grinned dreamily, cooing at Haeun who squirmed.
"There we go. All done." San gently lifted her up, pressing a kiss to her cheek before placing her back into your arms. Haeun stared at you and you smiled at her.
"Your dad has become such a fool for you, hmm?" You tapped her cheek and she grasped your finger.
"Don't call me a fool in front of her." San scoffed. You smiled cheekily and San reached over to pinch your cheeks for teasing him.
"She's asleep." You shushed San.
"You should sleep too, baby." San waited for you to be ready to hand Haeun over him. Once you did, he placed her back into the basinet and tucked you back into bed, getting in beside you. He couldn't sleep without you by his side too. San softly sang to you until you fell back to sleep.
And over the next few days, San took great care of you and Haeun. He prioritised your recovery and took over so many tasks, making sure you were not pushing yourself.
"Hello?" Wooyoung came in.
"Shh, they both just went to sleep." You said from your spot on the couch, nodding over to where San was asleep in your hospital bed.
"Stealing the patient's bed?" Wooyoung tilted his head with a snort as he looked at his best friend. Despite being asleep, San's hand rested on the edge of Haeun's basinet.
"How are you?" Wooyoung asked, sitting beside you.
"A lot better. Can't wait to discharge tomorrow. But I couldn't have done it without Sannie, he's been taking great care of us." You smiled.
"He is a good partner and dad." Wooyoung agreed with a hum. With San and Haeun sleeping, Wooyoung decided to cut up some fruit for you to eat.
"I'm grateful that Haeun is such an angel baby and I'm not just saying that because I'm her mother. She's so patient and loving, rarely cries except for milk or diaper changes. But I can 100% say, she's a daddy's girl for sure." You giggled.
"Of course she is. San must be ecstatic." Wooyoung rolled his eyes.
"I haven't seen the smile leave his face since the day she was born. Everything she does, he thinks it's the best thing since sliced bread." You smiled at a sleeping San.
"He's a fool for her already. But I can't blame him, she's perfect." Wooyoung shrugged and you pushed his shoulder.
"You are just as big of a fool for her." You accused. But deep down, you were glad that Haeun is going to grow up with love from everyone.
"Look who is awake." You were washing your hands when you realised Haeun had woken up and was just laying there without making a fuss.
"Uncle Wooyoung is here to see you, baby." You lifted Haeun out of the basinet and kissed her cheeks.
"Ack. Luckily we're in a hospital because she's going to give me a heart attack." Wooyoung fangirled as you placed Haeun in his arms.
"Haeun." San shot up, having realised the basinet moved slightly from when you picked Haeun up. His sudden movement had made you jump. He sat up and looked around in slight panic, only to see Wooyoung holding Haeun. He let out a sigh of relief and you went over, standing between his legs.
"She's fine, appa. Wooyoung's got her." You chuckled, running your hands through his messy hair. San put his arms around you to hug you and pressed his face against your middle.
"I didn't even know I fell asleep." He murmured.
"You've been working so hard, taking care of us. You deserve to rest too, Sannie." You comforted him.
"Look at your parents. They're gonna make uncle Woowoo puke." You both looked up to see Wooyoung talking to Haeun, holding her in a way that elevated her to see you two.
"She's smiling." You pointed at Haeun's brief, lopsided smile.
"She just loves uncle Woowoo the most." Wooyoung cooed. San didn't take too well to that comment and marched over.
"My baby." He emphasised, taking Haeun out of Wooyoung's arms. He smiled down at her, planting a kiss to her head. You just shook your head at them.
When it was time to feed Haeun, Wooyoung took his leave. As you sat against the headboard to feed Haeun, San massaged your feet, noting that your ankles were still slightly swollen so he put on compression socks for you.
"Are you still feeling sick?" He asked worriedly.
"No, I feel fine actually. So we can go home tomorrow." You smiled excitedly, looking down at Haeun.
"A-Are you sure? Because if you don't feel right, you should stay for a few more days until you're sure you're 100% well again. Maybe we should speak to Dr Min." San suggested.
"Sannie..." Luckily Haeun finished feeding so you could put her back in her basinet. You moved closer to San.
"What's wrong, Sannie?" You cupped his cheeks with a concern frown. You searched his eyes and all you saw was fear in them.
"I was just really scared. When you lost consciousness, there was so much blood. The doctor and nurses were rushing..." San struggled to breathe and you hugged him, letting him lean on your shoulder.
"I'm sorry, Sannie..." You hugged his head.
"I thought I was going to lose you..." He muttered softly, hands gripping your waist. You rarely see San cry so seeing him cry and be so vulnerable around you was indicative of how scared he really was. And for San, he always believed that he has to be your rock so he really tried to keep it in.
"You've been through a lot too, Sannie. But we're here for you, both me and Haeun. You don't have to go through this alone." You stroked the back of his head.
"You won't lose me, lose us, so quickly. I love you." You lifted his head and gave him a kiss, caressing his cheek.
"I love you too." San wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to sit on his lap.
"Baby girl's smiling at us." San chuckled. You lifted your head from his chest to see Haeun looking at the both of you, squirming in her wrap but her head turned to smile at you and San.
"Our baby. That's our baby." You smiled softly and San turned his head to meet your eyes, nodding in agreement.
"I still can't believe she's here. No more talking to her through the tummy." San chuckled.
"Well, before you know it, she'll be able to reply to you when you actually talk to her." You said. At your words, San held his chest dramatically, squeezing his eyes shut like he was going to implode at the thought of Haeun growing up.
"Alright, appa... Breathe. Don't have a heart attack here or I'll need to call the nurses." You patted his arm. San pursed his lips and just pressed a kiss to your shoulder.
"Thank you so much, Dr Min." You said as you hugged the doctor, who patted your back.
"Take care of yourself, (y/n)." She chuckled.
"Do we have everything? I feel like we're forgetting something." You heard San in your room, trying to pack up everything, making you and Dr Min giggle.
"You and baby girl will be just fine." Dr Min squeezed your shoulder and left while you entered your ward.
"Everything okay in here?" You asked.
"Just fine, baby. Whatever we forget, we can buy again. As long as I have princess and you, that's most important." San grinned, holding the baby carrier basket with Haeun sleeping soundly inside.
"Want me to carry her? Or get the bags?" You offered. San shook his head, holding Haeun away from you as if you will steal her and run. Even if the doctor cleared you, San didn't believe you were entirely recovered so he didn't want you doing any heavy lifting or anything strenuous. You just walked beside him.
"Also, baby. Even though the news is out that baby girl is born, KQ says that they'll do whatever it takes to keep her picture and name out of the press." San informed.
"Great, remind me to send them a thank you basket." You chuckled as you both walked to the car.
"Are you excited to finally go home with us, princess?" San cooed to Haeun.
"You're asleep and probably don't care as long as there's milk, right?" He continued to talk to her as he loaded the basket into the car seat inserts that he had already installed previously.
"She's so cute when she sleeps." You adjusted her blanket as you sat in the backseat with her while San drove.
"She's cute doing anything, please. She's our child, of course she's cute." San scoffed from the front seat and you shot him a flat look.
You stifled a laugh to yourself, imaging how things are going to be when Haeun grows up, she'll definitely be leading her father by his nose. Well, in his defense, he did warn you about how he would be if you got pregnant with a girl.
"We're home, princess. Home sweet home." San cooed as he helped to remove the carrier from the seat clips. You unlocked the door to your home and took a deep breath.
"Feels good to be home." You let out a content sigh. San chuckled and leaned over to kiss your cheek.
"I need a shower." You groaned. San hummed and let you go. But you didn't want to shower too long, wanting to relieve San for a bit.
"Sannie, I'm-" You came out of the shower to see him fast asleep on the couch, sitting up and holding Haeun to his chest, who was also still asleep.
"Aww, look at you two." You whispered and took your phone to snap a picture, a smile on your face.
Only when Haeun woke up and fussed then San woke up, immediately patting her back to try and soothe her.
"It's okay, appa. Take a break, I've got her." You smiled and took Haeun from him. San nodded with a tired smile and leaned back into the couch to rest. You leaned over to kiss the top of his head before walking to get Haeun's diaper changed. Then you checked if she was hungry before feeding her, sitting in your rocking chair.
"My love. You are so beautiful." You gently stroked her head as she drank from you. You softly hummed 'Mist' to her with a soft smile on your face.
"Thank you for being born." You giggled.
When she was done, you burped her and walked around with her in your arms, still humming to her.
"Look at your appa sleeping. He's been taking such good care of us, baby. He'll protect you and love you forever, you're such a lucky girl." You spoke to Haeun, who blinked up at you.
"My two girls." San woke up, stretching his limbs and yawning as he caught you and Haeun.
"You should sleep more, Sannie." You said, sitting by him.
"I'm good. You should rest more, the birth and everything must have been tiring on you." He stroked your head. You handed Haeun over to him, letting her rest on his chest.
"I'll heat up some food for our dinner. You should skin on skin with her if you can. Dr Min says it'll help." You patted his thigh and went to the kitchen to heat up the food that your mother and San's mother had helped stock in the fridge.
"Auh, go to sleep, precious. It's okay to sleep. Appa is here." You could hear San speak to Haeun.
"You're really destined to be a girl dad, San." You stood at the kitchen entrance, seeing San coax Haeun to sleep. He sat there, shirtless with the small baby against his chest.
"I am. I am destined to be this girl's dad." San agreed, smiling down at Haeun, who was slowly going to sleep.
"ATINY will eat this up if they saw you." You joked. San rolled his eyes but still posed for you to take a picture of him to save.
"So, we're establishing here that you'll be the one to discipline her while I'm the good one that comforts her when she cries right?" San grinned cheekily.
"We'll see about that." You scoffed.
"Thank you, baby. For all that you did and went through for my princess to be born." San leaned over to kiss you.
"You know despite everything, I would do it again. Couldn't have asked for a better partner and we know this girl is the luckiest little girl in the world with such an amazing dad and 7 chaotic, silly but great uncles who will always dote on her." You smiled softly and laid your head on San's shoulder.
"Yes, she will definitely grow up with a lot of chaos. I mean, look at her godfather. He's the definition of chaos." He chuckled.
You nodded, San was right but you knew the boys, especially Wooyoung, would make sure your little girl grows up with all the love in the world.
And that proved to be right because after a day of hanging out with Wooyoung, Haeun came back home and said her first word.
"Sannie!" She lifted her arms up with the biggest grin on her face.
"What did you say, baby?" You stifled a laugh. She repeated it again and you saw San freeze, unsure of how to react. She didn't call him 'appa' but his name was her first word.
"She said her first word." You reminded San.
"Still..." San gave you a look. He was big on respect and traditions, he didn't want Haeun going around calling him by his first name.
"No, not Sannie, princess. Appa. Can you say 'appa'?" San pointed to himself, bending down to her height so he would be at her eye level. You were having a field day and didn't have the heart to correct Haeun, she was just so cute.
"Sannie!" She giggled bashfully. San playfully lifted her up, making her squeal with laughter.
"I'm going to kill Jung Wooyoung." San turned to you.
"Sannie! Sannie!" Haeun gleefully wrapped her arms around San's neck, burying her face against his chest.
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I love your writing so much but I'm here with a crack idea just imagine deage Dan is Klarion.
Dan was able to find out who he is outside of Danny then he was able to change his name Klarion Jackson Fenton/Nightingale he is still a little villain boy also now a mom boy.
Ghost King Danny is his mom young justice was so confused when Klarion you're the best gifts get your mom after not talking to him for a while to also begging them to pretend to be his friend . Justice League dark is panicking in the background about the electric being that just shows up.
Danny in full ghost king attire standing there with a plate of cookies ready to meet his son's new friends.
Thanks so much! I am glad you enjoy my writing!
Also thanks because I absolutely love this Idea/Prompt! Sooooo please enjoy this piece inspired by it! Also I haven't consumed a lot of DC material lately so i am basing this all on my memories. In other words.... I went with Tim's little team here.
Hope that's okay and that this won't disappoint.
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Dan, who was going by Klarion for some years now, had a massive problem. It was the huge kind of problem build on small bubbles of lies that then turned into this one giant bubble that was about to pop just because of one little question asked by his mom when his sister decided to throw him under the bus to deflect from herself and the fact that she was dating a demon. Don't get him wrong he still loves her, but man did he want to strangle Danielle right now.
"So Klarion, Ellie is right. When will I get to meet your friends you told me so much about?"
It was such an innocent question from his mom. And while his moms titles don't scare him, cause at some point in time they could have been his too, the happy dopey smile like nothing was wrong in the dimensions with little expectations directed at him was the scariest thing his mom could ever direct at him when he had asked THAT question.
So now Klarion was in need of a quick solution. When his mom had asked he had mumbled out a quick: "Next week maybe. We won't be busy with hero stuff then." He had started to form a plan. First of all, he needed to remember what all he had told his mom about his new and redeemed life on Earth 43 he had build for himself with the name Klarion Jackson Fenton-Nightingale.
Which fuck. There was a lot he had told his mom just so he wouldn't worry.
Cause now he also remembers that whenever he had gone out to cause some chaos he had made it seem to his mom like he was going out to bond with his new friend or help them with their hero duty. Well, in a way maybe his chaos causing could be seen as bonding. The ghostly kind, that is. And as for helping with the hero duty... he did give them work, something to do with their hero status. Anyway Klarion tried to remember all possible names he had dropped. Shit why did he also mention to his mom that he was working with heroes to make her proud? He should have name dropped some villains instead but nearly all of them were adults. He knew his mom would have frowned if he had only adult friends and no one around his age.
He was pacing his room in their castle. He need a plan, a good one at that. He knows he name dropped Robin, now Red Robin, Superboy and Impulse on a whim once. Superboy more so cause his mom had been interested in the Alien Heros of the Earth of the dimension he was partially living on now. He had mentioned Robin for the joke of knowing that there is a Dinner in an other Dimension with the same name. And because his Grandfather didn't like the Flash-clan which meant his mom didn't like them too much because of their messing with timelines either, he had mentioned being friends with Impulse on pure spite because of a punishment one day and to see their reactions. So he had to get these three on board anyway, and because for the heck of it he would get Wonder Girl involved too. It was never bad to have a girl in a friends group.
Klarion stopped his pacing. Turning towards his demonic ghost cat companion, kind of what Cujo was to his mom now. "Teekl, I think I have a plan. I will convince these Idiots, that shouldn't be a huge problem. Most of them are normale little flesh sacks." Teekl and him stared for some time at each other and after a moment Klarion huffed turning away with crossed arms. "It's a good plan don't be so sceptical, they are heroes right? They will not refuse my request!"
Well maybe Klarion should have planned this a bit better.
The next day Red Robin blinked at the witch boy up from the ground in the living room of what looked like to be an normal apartment. He had just been in Gotham, working on a case and now he was here? Looking to the left he also noticed that Superboy (the older), Impulse and Wonder Girl were also with him. They all looked stunned he observed and partially disoriented. Additionally they hadn't heard from Klarion since the last time they had foiled his plans on raging chaos upon the earth, that had been weeks ago.
"Kla-"
"I have summoned you heroes here. For the moment it is fruitless to try to leave because of the magic barrier." Okay rude to be cut of but that explained why he suddenly wasn't where he remembered to be last anymore. It was now Superboy who opened his mouth first but before he could even make a sound Klarion decided to speak over them again. "I have presents."
Four young heroes collectively blinked, confused, stunned and weirded out. As the which boy before them waved over to wards a table filled with boxes and packages. "I come in peace today, to proof that I brought these are presents, filled with various goods from different dimensions that should be to the liking of you all. Technologie, accessories, snacks, weapons, as well as clothing styles."
Red Robin shared a glance with his friends, a silent communication but before he once again could say anything Impulse was already by the table going through the stuff. They could here his 'oh's and 'ah's, which inevitably made them curious and they wandered over too. Klarion was not acting hostile at all yet but Red Robin did not trust that so he kept the which boy in clear view the entire time.
"Rob! You gotta see this! That actual futuristic Tech!"
"Look at these snacks."
"These accessories don't look to bad..."
His eye twitched when he noticed Klarion was sporting a smug look. Red Robin had to ask now, because this was not normal for the other. "Okay usually you would have started some big shot chaos plan by now. I don't buy this peace offering act and your way to formal talking. So what is going on?"
The other three, thankfully in Red Robins opinion, finally looked away from the tempting gifts and also turned their attention fully on Klarion. Who's smug smile falter as he let out a sigh and stared at them with what they could only describe as a frustrated look.
"My mom is planning to visit me."
"And?" Impulse asked between munching on three different bags of chips that where on the table.
"And he believes I am friends with you idiots."
They stared slack jawed. Impulse was pinching himself like he couldn't believe what they had just heard. Did one of their Villains, just informed them that their mom believes they were friends? Red Robin was starting to think he might be in a sleep deprived Hallucination.
"Why would she?" Wonder Girl questioned next to which Klarion glared at her with fire in his eyes.
"First of, my mom uses the pronouns he/Him. Be rude to my mom and I will find a way to make your life a permanent hell on earth." Wonder Girl blinked lifting her hands as in a sign of peace. "Second, my mom is under the believe that i work with heroes not against them. I do not have the heart to disappoint him after everything that happened in the past. So I embellished the truth a little."
"A little?" Superboy retorted sarcastically, to which they caught a light blush dusting the which boy's cheeks.
"Look my sister threw me under the bus and my mom wants to meet my friends now! So I need you idiots to play nice with me for when he visits!"
"And we will do that because?" Red Robin crossed his arms, watching their villain sceptically still not really buying this entire act. This was to strange of an behaviour change. Something was up, and he was going to get behind it.
Klarion on the other hand was starting to panic internally. His plan was not as he had hoped. The presents he had specifically gotten from other dimensions with what he believed was their interests did not work to make them simply accept his request. This was the last time he would listen to old man Vlad on how to bribe humans, he wasted his entire week on getting all that stuff. His mom was going to show up soon enough he need to have them act as his friends by then so he could remove the magic barrier. Or else his mom would notices he faked everything.
They left him no choice. He would have to throw his pride away for the sole reason to not disappoint his mom.
All four Young Justice Heroes blinked as Klarion suddenly threw himself on the ground before them into a pleading position.
"Please! I beg you, just for the time my mom is here. Please act like my friends!"
"I didn't think Klarion was a mama's boy...." Impulse whispered to the rest of them in pure disbelief as they stared stunned at the kneeling witch boy.
Cut to the heroes that noticed their teens were missing.....
"Where is he?" Batman growled at the Constantine who was sighing tiredly.
"Look mate, the way you and the other Spandex wearing friends explained it, made it sound like they got summoned by a being of the Infinit Realms." The blond man sighed lighting another cigarette eying the four heroes, Batman, Superman, Wonder Woman and Flash. Zatanna was behind him pouring over a book about the realms and trying to find a tracking spell to trace it back and to where they could have been summoned.
"Don't you have something like a tracker on your boy?" Batman only growled something under his breath to which the Brite couldn't help to arch and eyebrow. Constantine was going to say something sarcasting as Deadman suddenly appeared a panicked look on him. "The Ghost King has chosen to come to our dimension."
"Say bloody what now?" All attention that had been on the heroes and their problem of missing teenage heroes turned now to Deadman and the news he brought with him. "The ghost, shades and spirits talked, for the king has decided to visit our Dimension. They are in an uproar, no one knows of why our King is on his way."
"Bloody fucking hell!" Constantine cursed. "We are fucking screwed! Isn't that guy a fucking tyrannical eldrich war maniac?!"
Deadman nodded solemnly and Constantine uttered another hearty and colourful 'fuck'. While the heroes present exchanged worried glances, not only were their kids missing but now a, by the sounds of it, highly dangerous being decided to appear in their dimension? Batman couldn't help but think that there had to be a connection to the missing teens and this.
Meanwhile in the Infinite Realms the Ghost King Castle...
Danny smoothed out his fur trimmed cape and adjusted his crown so it was floating nicely and evenly on his head. Today was the day he would get to meet his sons friends. He needed to make a good first impression. That was why he had chosen to take on his Ghost King form for this. With the wave of his hand he made an ice mirror appear before him, checking how he was looking once again. Once satisfied he nodded to himself looking over towards Fright Knight who was holding the plate of cookies he had baked himself. It was the fifth batch, and the only one that didn't turn out burned. He had needed Jazz help for this one to turn out well. It was only proper if he brought some cookies for the kids. Also he would have loved to bring his families fudge but... the last time he had tried making them had turned into a disaster.
"Thanks Frighty. Do you think Klarion's friends will like these? Wait don't answer! If they don't like them I will just get something else to thank them for taking care of my boy." Danny rambled on as he glanced at the plate of cookies in his hands. Why was he so nervous? He was just going to get to meet his little boy's friends. Sure his boy had dropped some stories about them and his adventures with them here and there. But hearing stories and meeting the kids were two different things.
Shaking his head Danny put on his best smile as he summoned a portal to Klarions apartment in the 43th Dimension of Earth. It was time to visit his boy in the place he had made his second home and thank the people that looked after his kid.
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âSURPRISE!â
âHAPPY BIRTHDAY CONNIE!â
you moved to the side once you were inside, coming in behind the man of the hour himself. sasha had been running rampant to throw him an amazing surprise party. and you were in on it, tasked with bringing connie home from work and acting as if you know nothing about what the current day was.
which proved to be hard the second connie got into your car after putting his bag in the back seat. âahh shit! they got mi cielita to take me out. where we going, mami?â connie was grinning ear to ear as he looked at you, dimples popping below red freckled cheeks.
he was so cute, and you were gonna hate to do this but, âwhatâre you on about, springer?â you scrunched your face up in confusion at him. you then quickly looked ahead to pull out the parking lot. if you looked at him for too long you were sure youâd crack.
connie rolled his eyes, not buying your ignorance. âoh stop that, yâknow what iâm talking bout.â he said as he buckled himself in and then reclined the passenger seat.
with the strongest will you could muster, you kept up the confusion, looking back at him and with a quirked brow, âyou got a game or sum?â you asked, knowing damn well he had nothing going on today. his birthday happened to land on the off day for ball practice AND track practice, not to mention he didnât have class either.
now, when sasha told you to act like you forgot that his birthday was today, she failed to mention to you that it was something connieâs mother had done plenty of times in his lifeâŚnot as a joke, though.
connie really cared about four women in his life: you, sasha, his little sister, and his mom. so you forgetting his day took a pin to his bubble and popped the fuck out of it. he didnât dwell on the subject anymore, changing to now talk about your days. however, connie was feeling down on the inside. all his friends had wished him a happy birthday either via call, text, or social media post. have you not been on your phone today?
when you pulled up to his and sashaâs shared apartment, you flashed him a smile but it was not reciprocated. connie was staring ahead, zoned out in thought. so much so he doesnât feel you turn the car off or hear you call his name.
âconâ you pushed his shoulder slightly, getting him to snap out of his own head.
âhm?â
âweâre at your place. is it cool if i come up to use the bathroom?â you usually wouldnât say anything and invite yourself into his apartment. days when youâd get him weâre days you set aside to hang with him. but today seems to be different. connie wondered if you had made plans that made you forget about his birthday.
âuh yeah, sure.â he said lowly. he reached back to grab his backpack and with that, got out the car. you could see the defeat in his walk towards the doors. he was mumbling to himself, more times trying to dissect what the hell was going on with you. because you wouldnât just forget, right?
you got out the car and sped walk to catch up, sending sasha a quick text to let her know yall were back. you also cussed her for telling you to do this to connie, knowing how pouty he gets.
the walk to the elevator was quite, along with you two getting off at his floor and going to his apartment. however, before connie turned the key he put into the lock, he turned to you. his eyes were glossed over and cheeks dusted with a crimson red. he was chewing on his bottom lip, hazel eyes filled with worry. âdid i do something, mami? you mad at me?â
and oh my god you wanted to break the act right thereâŚbut you were RIGHT THERE.
you blinked, âwhat do you mean, con? why would i be?â you wanted him to just open the door. once he opened the door you could drop the act, you could give him all the birthday love you were holding in since midnight.
connie let out a sigh and turned back around, giving up on the matter and turning the lock to go in. the day was no longer felt good. what good was a birthday if the one person he wanted to spend it with forgot about it?
when the door opened, connie walked inside and turned on the light and was immediately met with screams, cheers, and camera lights in his face.
which brings us here, to where he freezes and looks around at his friends from his basketball team, work, childhood, and sasha standing in the middle with a cake.
connie spent a good couple seconds taking everything in, he was slightly embarrassed to say once he believed you had forgotten he immediately forgot the day, choosing to just wallow in his room as he smoked a spliff.
you took a step forward, hands behind your back and coming up on his right. âhappy birthday, connie.â you bumped him with your hip, once again snapping him out of his own head and bringing him back to the present.
the big, toothy smile he had in your car came back, now decorated with deep dimples and eyes watery with tears of appreciation.
just as he was about to say something to you, jean pulled him away, leaving you two with an unfinished conversation.
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you were talking to sasha in the kitchen as connie was socializing with all his guests. he hadnât had the chance to come back to you just yet, but you werenât worried. you didnât plan on going anywhere.
âi told you! heâs so brain dead when it comes to you that heâll completely forget everything. did you see how lost he looked when he saw us?â sasha was so happy that her plan had turned out well. she knew her best friend well enough to know it wasnât going to take a lot to get his mind off his literal day of birth. not when you were the one thing that stayed on his mind and could pull his attention from anything.
you playfully rolled your eyes, âi still hated seeing how sad he looked. why didnât you tell me i was damn near triggering him?!â you were nursing your second cup of a mimosa, slightly tipsy.
sasha giggled. she, on the other hand, had been four shots in from when you guys came in. âi forgot. but itâs all good now. oopâhere he comes.â before you knew it, sasha had stepped away and now connie was in your space.
his eyes were low and bloodshot, having just come back from a hotbox with his guys in the car. âmami, you really are sum special.â he grabbed your hand, lacing your fingers together and pulling you to be flush against him.
you smiled, âsasha made me, pa. you know i would never forget your day.â you traced his lips with your finger, your acrylic nail going along his prominent cupids bow. connie held your hand still and kissed your finger, then moved your hand so it was at the back of his head. it brought you closer into his space, his cologne taking over your senses. he loweeeed his head to touch yours, looking in your eyes.
âÂżdĂłnde estĂĄ mi regalo, princesa? his hands trailed up from your waist to your back, to your elbow and then shoulder. he tucked one of your locs behind your ear, staring at you as if you held both the moon and the stars. âi been dying to unwrap itâ his eyes were scanning all over your face, taunting you with his hidden meaning.
âquiero mi pastel, ma. soy hambriento.â he undid the button with ease, bringing you to gasp and instinctively grip the small curls on the back of his neck.
âlater.â you said softly, giving him a sweet smile to match. but connie smirked with wickedness, red eyes gleaming of mischief. his hand trailed back down to the waistband of your baggy pants.
âc-con.â you could feel his long and slender fingers pad over your core. he pressed his index and his middle against your clit, sending a jolt up your spine. âthis partyâs for you.â you bit your lip when you felt him move them in a circular motion, the wetness of your pussy dampening your panties.
âitâs my birthday, right? i can do whatever i want, right?â you were gonna answer, but then he pushed your panties to the side. he had rubbed your lips to collect your slick on his fingers, and slowly began to push them inside of you. your mouth opened, but no words came out.
âoh princesa, did you forget how to talk? just like how you forgot papiâs birthday?â he tsked, shaking his head, âmade me so sad. yâknowâ the force of his thrusts picked up, knocking you back to grip the edge of the counter behind up. âa mean joke you guys pulled on me.â
âpaâŚi-i canât be quietâ you panicked, looking at connie with worrisome eyes. he knew you were a screamer, fuck it was what he loved about you. pleasure would overwhelm you quick and all your composure would go flying out the window. you got animalistic when youâd approach your peak, and connie never missed the chance to see it. but today, you were doing your best to show restraint the clench of your jaw let him know you really wanted to get it out but were resisting.
connie took his other hand to rub a thumb on your clit, turning his ears off to anything that wasnât your faulty breaths or straggled moans. âhmâŚguess i forgot.â
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Evan âBuckâ Buckley x fem!reader
Summary: you and Buck have a one night stand only to find that your world is a lot smaller than you initially thought
cw: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) fingering, brief mention of grief
part two part three part four part five part six
word count: 6k
The LAX airport was crowded beyond belief and you were feeling yourself get overstimulated just by how many people were there. Every time you had touched down in LA, you regretted flying into that specific airport because of all of the foot traffic and actual traffic.
You took your suitcase and rolled it as you walked outside to wait for your friend Scarlett to pick you up. You checked your phone and noticed you had a bunch of messages from your uncle who was always a little too worried about you. You had flown down because you had gotten a nursing job in the city and he had insisted that a party be thrown in your honor because he was just so proud of you.
Scarlettâs familiar blue car rolled up to the curb and she popped the trunk where you put all of your luggage. She quickly got out of the car to help before pulling you into a tight hug.
âLA has been so boring without you, babe,â she sighed. âIâm so glad youâre back and for good this time.â
âMe too. You know I didnât mean to leave you like that, it was just-my mom-â
âLetâs not talk about that right now,â Scarlett gave your back a sympathetic rub before putting on her signature look that told you that she was up to something. âWeâre going out tonight so I hope you brought something slutty to wear.â
âOf course I did.â You had brought your whole wardrobe so there was bound to be something that was up to her standards. She was definitely the more stylish one out of the two of you and you were glad to have her be your fashion consultant again, even though for the most part, youâd be wearing scrubs most of the time.
You both got into her car and you felt nervous about being back in the city. You had to go back to New Jersey when your mom had gotten sick and stayed after she passed because you were afraid to contact people again. You had completely cut contact from the outside world since you had lost her because she was the only person you had left and suddenly, she was gone.
Your uncle knew that you had just graduated nursing school and had helped you get a job at a hospital in LA, and you decided that you had been alone for long enough, so you packed up all your stuff and took the chance to move back, ready to be around your found family again.
Turned out, neither Scarlett nor your uncle had been upset with you about your silence and had been nothing but grateful that you were okay. They had assured you that they wanted to see you and Scarlett had even offered to let you stay with her until you got on your feet.
You were excited to see your uncle, though. He has gotten married since the last time you saw him and you were excited to meet his new family at the party he had insisted on throwing you a party to congratulate you on not only graduating but also getting your first job as an official nurse. He was so proud of you and bragged about your accomplishments to anyone who would listen.
Scarlett pulled up to her building and parked in the parking garage before helping you with your luggage, the two of you hauling it all to the elevator. Once on her floor, you both got to the correct apartment and threw the stuff on the floor, deciding that you would work on it later since your priorities were focused on going out. After everything that happened in New Jersey, you definitely felt like you deserved a drink.
As soon as she was inside, Scarlett threw the suitcase that she was holding down onto the couch then unzipped it before going through all of the clothes that were inside it, not finding what she was looking for. She then went through every single one of your suitcases and shook her head before heading to her room.
You followed her curiously and collapsed onto her bed as she went through her closet. Your clothes werenât exactly as outgoing as hers, but you at least thought she would like something of yours.
âSo I guess Iâm borrowing something of yours tonight?â You asked, leaning up to look at her.
âOf course you are. You know I usually support your outfit decisions, babe, but none of those outfits are going to get you laid.â
âWhat if I donât want to get laid?â You did, though. Probably a little too much.
âYou havenât seen a dick in two years,â she turned to look at you. âYou want to get laid.â
âIâm not even sure I know how to do it anymore.â You didnât have time to sleep with anyone with taking care of your mother and after she passed, you were so riddled with grief that you couldnât get yourself to get back out there.
âItâs just like riding a bike. Or I guess riding a-â
âI get it, Scar,â you cut her off. âSo what am I wearing tonight?â You werenât sure you could pull off whatever she was going to pick out, but you were hopeful.
âThis,â she pulled out a red dress that left practically nothing up to the imagination. It was short and would definitely show off your cleavage. She tossed it to you without another word and you went to the bathroom to change.
You peeled off your clothes and stared at yourself in the mirror, wondering if you were even ready to sleep with anyone just yet. You had gained some grief weight and could see it in your stomach. When you slipped the dress on, you could see your stomach poking out and felt the need to cover up, but figured you could have worn a jacket over it.
You hesitantly opened the door and stepped out into the bedroom. Scarlett turned to face you and a gasp escaped her lips once she caught sight of you. She stepped forward and looked you up and down.
âDamn,â she let out a whistle. âI might even be into you. Oh yeah, youâre definitely going to score tonight.â
âReally? You donât think itâs too much?â
âNot at all. You look hot. Now câmon. Letâs get go get you someone to take home.â She grabbed you by the arm and called you both an Uber to head to the bar.
You were nervous to say the least. You hadnât slept with anyone since your last boyfriend and he hadnât exactly been able to please you in that way. It was always all about him and his needs. Maybe that night youâd be able to find someone who could please you more than Jared ever could.
The bar wasnât nearly as crowded when you got there and you and Scarlett ordered your drinks. You looked around while you waited for them to be made, on the hunt for your hook up. Your eyes locked on a group of fire fighters and you felt your cheeks blush as you made eye contact with one of them. He gave you a wink and you turned back to Scarlett who was fanning herself dramatically with her hand.
âI think Iâm having an emergency,â she told you and you just rolled your eyes.
âIs the emergency in your pants?â You asked with a pointed look and she just smirked.
âYou know me so well,â she gave your shoulder a nudge and turned back to the bar where your drinks were sitting. You then followed her to an empty table, giving you a great view of the very cute firefighter who had caught your eye.
You could see Scarlettâs lips moving, but you couldnât hear what she was saying, the man taking up all of your attention. His eyes didnât leave you as you chatted with your friend.
Buck had frequented that bar more than he cared to admit. He recognized all of the regulars and you werenât one of them because he definitely would have remembered you.
âJust buy her a drink, Buck,â Hen told him. She could see him eyeing you and just wanted him to make a move already.
âNo,â he shook his head. âI-Iâm not hooking up anymore, remember? Iâm-â
âBuck three point oh,â the rest of the table finished for him. Was he really that predictable?
âWith all due respect, Buckaroo,â Chimney spoke up. âNo one said anything about hooking up. Itâs just a conversation.â
As usual, Chimneyâs word rang true. But even with a conversation, Buck was afraid that a conversation very easily could have led to sex and he was trying to cut back on that. It had been a few months since he had broken up with Taylor and he really wasnât looking for anything, no matter how beautiful you looked and no matter how much he thought about what the dress you were wearing would look like on the floor of his bedroom.
âYeah,â Eddie added. âGo talk to her. Do it.â He began chanting the last two words lowly and the others joined in, making Buckâs cheeks go pink.
He stood from the table and everyone cheered a little too loudly for his liking, catching your attention as he made his way over to your table. Scarlett saw the two of you making eyes at each other and decided to make herself scarce, heading over to the bar to find an empty stool she could occupy.
âMay I?â Buck referred to the now empty seat across from you and you nodded. What were you going to do? Say no?
âOf course.â
âIâm Evan,â he smiled as he sat down.
âY/n,â you replied and he nodded, taking a sip from his now empty beer.
âY/n,â he repeated and you didnât like just how much you enjoyed hearing him saying your name.
âYup,â you nodded, taking a sip from your own drink.
âSo, what brings you here tonight?â So many things, but mostly, the drinks. Evan was definitely going to be the one to make you stay.
âI just graduated nursing school.â Buck knew just how much it took to get through nursing school let alone to get a job as one, so he felt like you deserved a couple of drinks on him.
âCongrats. Thatâs a really big achievement. And you know what? Your drinks are on me tonight.â
âNo, Evan. I canât ask you to do that.â
âYouâre not asking,â he shrugged. âIâm telling you that Iâm buying your drinks. So what are you drinking?â
âMargarita on the rocks. Salt on the rim.â
âYou got it,â he nodded and headed over to the bar, leaving you alone. You tried to play a little hard to get, not wanting to seem too available. While he had his back to you, you turned to look at him.
You let your eyes raked down his body, stopping at his ass, admiring the way his jeans hugged it and you found yourself wanting to stick your hand down them to get a handful for yourself.
As soon as Buck felt your eyes on him, he turned to look at you but you turned away, pulling your phone out of your purse to check your messages and they all happened to be from your uncle Robert.
Text me when you land!
Your flight landed at 8:30 and it is now 9:00. Why havenât I heard from you?
Guess youâre having too much fun to get back your old uncle, huh?
You had completely forgotten that you had promised him that youâd tell him when you landed. Scarlettâs plan had totally derailed yours. Maybe you could end the night early and go see him to make it up to him. He was practically a father to you and was the whole reason you had a job in the first place so you felt like you owed it to him to do that.
Robert, Iâm so sorry! Time got away from me and I completely forgot to get back to you!
Thatâs alright. You have a good night and Iâll see you on Saturday.
You set your phone back in your purse as Buck came back with your drink and he handed it to you with a bright smile on his face.
âThank you,â you took the drink and took a sip before setting it down on the table.
âYouâre very welcome,â he smiled again, taking a sip from his own drink that looked like the same one you had gotten. âSo, you got a job lined up?â
âYeah,â you nodded. âGot my first day next Monday.â
âWell, I think youâre going to be amazing. Cheers,â he held up his glass and you did the same, letting them clink together.
âI havenât started the job yet.â
âYeah, but I have a pretty good feeling about you,â he leaned back in his chair, studying you. âAnd Iâm always right about these things.â
âIf you say so,â you shrugged and licked the salt from your glass which Buck was having a hard time watching. He wanted you to do the exact same thing to him. To feel your hot tongue on his neck as you sucked on it, leaving the nastiest looking mark behind once were finished.
âTrust me,â he winked. âYouâll be great.â He took another sip of his drink and grimaced. âThatâs terrible.â
âOh, so youâre an alcohol snob, huh?â
âI drink the cheapest beers so Iâm definitely not a snob. This is just the worst margarita Iâve ever had.â It wasnât the worst youâd ever had, but it definitely wasnât the best.
âOkay, maybe it sucks,â you admitted with a shrug.
âSee?â He leaned back in this chair. âAlways right.â
âWhatever you say, Evan,â you rolled your eyes.
After many drinks and a few shots, you were the only ones left in the bar, giggling and flirting with each other. Somehow, Buck had ended up in the chair to the left of yours, scooting so that it was right up against it. You were talking in hushed tones, amping up the flirting as more alcohol entered your systems.
His hand rested on your thigh as he leaned toward you, his lips right by your ear as he spoke. Your breath hitched at the feeling of his hot breath on your skin as he spoke, wondering what it would have felt like as he whispered the filthiest things into your ear.
âDo you wanna take things to my place?â He asked, his other hand moving to your shoulder, slipping under the strap of your dress.
âYes,â you breathed and just chuckled at your reaction, loving how you were already coming undone and he hadnât even done anything yet.
âWe could play Grand Theft Auto, maybe a little Mario Kart?â
âOh, so you want to play games?â
âYeah,â he chuckled again and the hot air being blown on your ear made you shiver. âAll kinds of games.â He took your ear lobe between his teeth and gave it a little bite before pulling away completely just in time to watch your eyes glaze over with lust. He had you right where he wanted you.
Buck pulled you to your feet and payed the tab before leading you out to the parking lot where he pulled out his phone to get an Uber for you both. Neither of you had a drink for a couple of hours, but he still wanted to be safe.
He pulled you to his chest, watching you chew on your bottom lip, your red lipstick leaving a mark on your teeth. Buck watched you, completely captivated by your movements, wanting to know what your lips felt like, but not able to make the move.
You leaned closer to him, your eyes shifting to his lips. You looked back up at his eyes as if to ask for permission and he nodded, his lips parting slightly as he did so. Almost as if you had him in a trance.
You grabbed him by the back of the neck and your lips caught his bottom one just as a pair of headlights flashed in your direction as a vehicle pulled up to the curb.
âUber for Evan?â The driver asked and Buck showed him the proof that it was him before the two of you got into the backseat. He gave the driver the address then turned to you, his hand moving back to your thigh, rubbing up and down it as you tried not to think about how you wanted it to move further up your dress.
You could imagine it perfectly: him slowly moving his hand up your thigh and underneath your dress, making his way to your underwear and sticking his hand down it, his fingers teasing your cunt, making you beg for him until he suddenly stuck his fingers inside of you to make all of your whining stop. Heâd urge you to make some noise as he pumped his fingers in and out of you, telling you that you could scream his name as loud as you wanted to.
âI never told you, but you look beautiful tonight,â he said lowly in your ear, his hand giving your thigh a squeeze.
âDonât look too bad yourself,â you replied, your hand going to his thigh and giving it a squeeze in return.
âNo, this isnât about me,â he took your hand and pressed a kiss to it. âTonight is all about you.â You felt your cheeks blush and couldnât help but feel like you needed to step up your flirting game just to keep up with him.
You could feel Buck pulling you forward, his eyes looking at your lips hungrily. He captured your top lip between his two and you moved together slowly, trying to figure out your movements, the feeling of each otherâs lips so foreign to you both.
His other hand moved to your jaw, tilting your head up so he had more access to your mouth. He swiped his tongue along your bottom lip and you opened up, letting it slide inside, holding back a moan as it swirled around yours.
Before things could get too heated, the car rolled up to Buckâs apartment building. You both got out and he took you by the hand, leading you inside, making a beeline for the elevator. He pressed the necessary button then pulled you into his arms, his lips slotting between yours once again. Your tongue swiped along his bottom lip just as the doors opened and you pushed him inside, your lips still connected.
You pushed him against the wall and slid your tongue into his mouth as you moved your hands up his t-shirt, getting a good feel of his pecks. You broke apart just to take his shirt off and your lips were back on his in a flash.
The elevator doors opened and Buck guided you down the hallway as your lips still moved together, him only breaking away to unlock his door and as soon as you were inside, he pushed you against it, pinning your hands to it as his lips moved to your neck, peppering the spot with kisses before going in for a rough suck, pulling a moan from your lips.
âEvan, oh my god.â He chuckled at that before continuing to scandalize your neck, his teeth grazing the skin, causing your fingernails to dig into his back as you let out another loud moan.
âYeah? You like that, honey?â Neither of you quite knew where the term of endearment came from, but had to admit that you liked it. Very much.
âMore, please.â He kind of liked the idea of you begging for him. Teasing you until you were whining for him. He licked a stripe across your neck then grazed it once again and he couldnât feel you going limp in his arms.
He pulled you from the wall and mumbled the word âjumpâ against your skin and you did as he asked and he caught you, his hands moving to your ass as he attached your lips to his as he carried you up the stairs slowly.
He set you down on your feet and you both removed your shoes and kicked them aside before Buck laid you down onto the bed and climbed on top of you, his legs tangling with yours as his lips moved back to the hickey he was working on. You turned your head to the side to give him more access and he took advantage, burying his face completely into it, giving it another suck as yet another moan fell from your lips.
âGod, fuck,â you whined and let your eyes close tight and pleasure rolled through your body. Your back arched and Buck took that as an opportunity to slip his hands behind you, his hands pressing to your back, moving down to your ass.
His hand slowly moved up your dress and cupped your ass, giving it a squeeze which caused you to yelp in surprise. He chuckled at your reaction and went it for one more hard suck to pull another moan from your lips before diffusing the sting with another swipe of his tongue along the sensitive spot before rolling off of you.
âWait here for just a second? Iâm just gonna grab something.â Before you could answer, he raced down the stairs on the hunt for something and you just laid there, trying to keep yourself from drying up while you waited for him to come back.
You decided to do a little snooping and looked around the room, your eyes catching his jacket that he wore when he was on duty. You found yourself wanting to try it on, but didnât feel like you had the right since you had only just met and the fact that you wouldnât have forgiven yourself if something had happened to it.
You slowly snuck over to it, your fantasy getting the best of you as you as you slowly removed it from the top of his duffel bag. You noticed what you assumed was his last name on the bottom of it. Buckley. You liked the sound of it. You slipped it on over your shoulders and slowly zipped it up only to hear Bucks voice behind you.
âWhat are you doing?â His tone was more amused than accusatory but you were still nervous as you turned around to face him.
âI was just-I honestly donât know. Iâm sorry. Iâll take it off.â
âNo, leave it on. You lookâŚhot.â Buck had never fantasized about anything like that, but he had to admit that seeing you in his uniform was definitely doing something for him.
âYeah?â You asked stepping forward. You turned around and unzipped the jacket and pulled your dress down slowly, letting it pool at your feet, your thong following it, then turned back around. Your eyes filled with lust as you grabbed onto Buckâs hands and guided them up to the zipper.
âWanna unzip me, Buckley?â You asked, your tone even more flirty than before and Buck swore that he was going to cream his pants. âGo ahead. I can see how badly you want it.â
Instead of unzipping the jacket, He pressed his lips to yours roughly, his tongue slipping into your mouth and you moaned at the feeling. He continued to kiss you senseless as his hand traveled down the jacket and to your cunt, his fingers teasing the outside and he could already feel your slick, feeling a little cocky about getting you that wet with most just his words. He was definitely back in the game.
âEvan, please,â you whined, begging for his finger to fuck you, but he was still teasing you, not entirely sure that you wanted it enough.
âGonna need you to beg some more, honey. Not sure you want it enough.â
âEvan, câmon,â you grabbed hold of his wrist, but he felt like needed a little bit more.
âGonna need to be a little louder.â
âPlease, Evan? Need your fingers so bad.â There it was. He shoved his fingers up your cunt and you gasped, not entirely prepared for them.
âOh,â was all you were able to get out and you turned your back to him, pressing it to his chest so he could have more access and he pumped his fingers in and out of you slowly, eating up every last one of your delicious moans. Your head fell back onto his shoulder and it gave him perfect opportunity to watch you completely fall apart at his touch. If his fingers were driving you wild, he wondered just what his dick would do.
âYouâre so tight, hon. But donât worry, Iâll loosen you up real nice.â You had absolutely it doubt about that. He was already making you feel much more pleasure than your ex boyfriend and your vibrator combined.
âFaster,â you moaned. He was being too nice for your liking. You wanted his fingers to fuck you roughly in a way that it was almost concerning.
Buck moved his fingers the fastest he could and you moaned so loudly that he felt his dick hardening even more. Just a few more pumps and you were definitely going to orgasm.
âThatâs it,â you told him. âJust like that.â His fingers curved and hit just the right spot to make you reach your climax, your back arching as you did so.
As soon as you came down from your high, Buck removed his fingers from you and turned you around to face him. He slowly brought his fingers covered in your slick up to his mouth and sucked on them, watching your face for your reaction.
His eyes darkened as he sucked on his fingers, licking them entirely clean and you watched him in shock, your cunt now a sopping wet mess. The final straw was when he slowly pulled them from his mouth and licked up the back of them, a devilish smirk making its way upon his face.
âChrist,â was all you were able to say and Buck stepped closer to you, grabbing you by the waist and pressing his lips to yours one more time. He slowly unzipped the jacket and you were getting more desperate for him the longer he took. You were just ready to let him have his way with you already. The jacket fell open and his eyes widened as he took in your naked body, part of it still hidden by the jacket, but the little taste was all he needed.
âFuck,â he groaned. âI mean-â he tried to come up with something more complimentary, but he couldnât. You were perfect. The exact kind of woman that always appeared in his dreams.
âFuck.â His voice was deep and raspy and you felt yourself slick run down your thighs because of how wet you were.
âAre you gonna stare at me all night, Buckley? Or are you going to fuck me?â
âThe second one,â he replied, grabbing you by the jacket and pressing his lips to yours roughly. âDefinitely the second one.â
âGood boy,â you replied and you both felt his cock tent in his pants as soon as the words left your mouth. That seemed to be the final straw to get him up and he was straight up desperate for you now.
You unbuttoned his pants and pulled them along with his underwear to the floor, his dick springing free as you did so. You felt your mouth water as you thought about what it would feel like in your mouth. But now wasnât the time. You just needed him inside you.
His cock was leaking with precum and the only other man you had slept with had never looked like that before. Seeing Buck, you had come to realize that you were never the problem.
You grabbed onto Buckâs shoulders and pushed him onto the bed and took the condom from his hand, rolling it onto his cock before placing yourself on top of him, taking no time to roll your hips into his.
Your hands went to your shoulder as you rode him, watching him come undone underneath you, letting him be the one to be teased. His moans were absolutely intoxicating and you moved harder and faster to make him come completely undone and it worked.
âYou feel so good, honey,â he moaned. âLook so pretty on top of me.â
âNo, youâre the pretty one,â you complimented. âLove how you look underneath me, Buckley.â God, you were good. He had never slept with someone who could keep up with his game and he almost thought that you were better at it than he was.
âAnd I feel good. You feel so good.â You continued to ride him, going the hardest and fastest that you could and you watched his face, eating up just how much you were able to please him as he let out moan after moan.
You were nothing but pleased with yourself as you watched him come absolutely undone, eating up every last one of his moans as you leaned over him, pressing your lips to his. They moved together as you continued to ride him. You moved your lips to his cheek and down to his neck and he moved his head to the side to give you more access.
You peppered the spot with kisses, mixing in your tongue in with it, licking across the spot and just that alone was enough to make Buck lose his mind. Between both the feeling of your lips and the fact that you were riding him, it was so overstimulating, but he couldnât have cared less. He was having the time of his life.
You began to suck on the skin and Buck let out gasp even though he had been very aware of what you were doing. Continued to ride him as you sucked on his neck and he couldnât feel that he was close, but still wanted you to continue. He wanted you to mark him up good.
You grazed the skin with your teeth and he moaned again, his nails digging into your back as you did so. He scratched down your back and you gave the spot a full on bite, pulling a groan out of him.
âSo fucking good,â he said and you sucked on the spot again, swiping your tongue along it to diffuse the sting and just as you were finishing marking him up, he reached completion and collapsed back to the mattress, letting out a loud sigh as you got off of him and cleaned yourself up while Buck disposed of the condom.
As soon as you were done, Buck pulled you back down onto the mattress, leaning over you. His hand reached for you and he lowered himself on top of you to press his lips to yours in a sweet kiss before rolling off of you. He turned off his lamp and bid you goodnight along with a kiss before the two of you drifted off to sleep.
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A loud siren woke you up from your sleep and you turned over to find that Buck was still there, his back facing you. So it hadnât all been a dream. You had actually slept with him and it wasnât just a very real fantasy that you had been playing out in your head.
He turned over and a smile broke out on his face as he caught sight of you. That you had actually stayed the night. It always seemed that women liked to leave him right after the act so he was surprised that you were still there.
He smiled back at him and he moved closer, pulling you in for a kiss before rolling out of bed. You laid in bed, watching him get dressed, trying to find a way to ask him if he wanted to go for round two after he got off work, but you decided against it. Maybe you were just meant to only be a one night stand.
âHeading to work?â
âUnfortunately,â he sighed. If Buck had it this way, he would have the day off and had his way with you the entire day, only getting up to go to the bathroom or eat.
âSure I canât make you stay?â You asked, pulling down the blanket to reveal your bare breasts and Buck could drool pooling in his mouth as he thought about how much he wanted to suck on them.
âNo,â he shook his head to wipe the thought away. Once he was dressed, he made his way over to you and tilted your chin up. âI really have to go. And you have unpacking to do,â he reminded you of what you had told him at the bar. He pressed a kiss to your lips and handed you your dress.
âKicking me out, Buckley?â You asked as he helped you put your dress on before handing you your thong. You put it on and Buck helped you up from the bed before grabbing his duffel bag and jacket.
âNo,â he replied. âJust thought youâd want to be dressed when you walked me to the door.â
The two of you descended the steps and he pulled you to the door, resting his hands on your waist as he did so. His blue eyes bored into yours and he leaned down and pressed another kiss to your lips.
âYouâre more than welcome to stay here until I get back, but I know you have things to do, so we can end things here.â
âThat would be the right thing to do,â you pursed your lips. âBut fuck being right,â you grabbed him by the collar of his shirt and slotted your lips between his, taking no time to swipe your tongue along his bottom lip, causing him to pull away.
âHey, thatâs not fair,â he pointed at you and you just pulled him over to the staircase, attaching your lips to his.
âLifeâs not fair, Buckley,â you told him as you led him up the stairs to go for round two.
Buck had been over an hour late to work and realized that he had a bunch of messages from the rest of the 118 asking where he was. Considering his shirt that was not buttoned correctly and his very kiss bitten lips, it was obvious what he had been up to.
He was met by Bobby when he entered the station and he let out a loud sight because he knew exactly what was coming and didnât want to hear it. The others were nowhere to be found so he had no one to bail him out, so he was stuck listening to Bobbyâs lecture.
âYouâre late,â Bobby told him as he crossed his arms over his chest, like a parent who was scolding a child.
âI know, Bobby, and Iâm sorry. Time got away from me.â Bobby eyed Buckâs shirt then looked back up at him.
âClearly. Now donât let it happen again.â With that, Bobby turned on his heel and headed up the stairs, leaving Buck alone.
Really? That was it? No lecture about how he had a responsibility to the 118? And what about the ânew versionâ of himself that he was trying to become and wasnât really making an effort since he had just slept with you?
Buck ascended the stairs and was met by the other members of the department turning to face him. They all knew why he was late and knew that he wouldnât have been able to resist you. They just didnât think that it would have lasted so that he would have been late to work.
âSo, howâd it go?â Eddie asked as he sipped on a cup of coffee. Buck immediately wanted to make himself scarce because he was getting embarrassed. But he sat at the table anyway, the others joining him, wanting to hear about his night, but maybe not all of the details.
âClearly very well,â Hen replied as she sat down to the left of Buck, spotting his very obvious hickey. She pulled his collar down to get a better look to which Buck pushed her hand away.
âDamn,â Chimney commented. âGuess thatâs why youâre late, huh?â
âSorry, I donât remember this being any of your business and as close as we all are, I will never share my sex life with any of you.â As soon as he was done speaking, the alarm rang, causing them all to get up and race to the engine to answer a call, leaving the conversation for later. Much later if Buck could help it.
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You and Scarlett arrived at Athena and Bobbyâs right on time and the door opened, Bobby on the other side with a bright smile. He couldnât have been more happy to see you. You were the only blood relation each other had and considering that your father was never around, Bobby had become one to you. And you were like a daughter to him and he was going to protect you no matter what he had to do to do so.
âThereâs my girl,â he greeted, his arms open wide and he pulled you in for a tight hug, the both of you making up for lost time being wrapped up in each otherâs arms.
âUncle Robert,â you replied into his chest. âI missed you.â
âMissed you too, kiddo. Scarlett, get in here,â he waved her over and she joined the hug before the three of you pulled away.
âCome on in, thereâs someone I want you to meet.â He led you over to a woman you could only assume was Athena. You had been nothing but happy for him that he had finally become himself again. He had gotten sober and even though he hadnât fully healed from his guilt and grief, he was the happiest he had been in a long time and it warmed your heart to see that.
âItâs so lovely to meet you,â you told her and she was quick to pull you into a hug and you wrapped your arms around her in response.
âThe feeling is very mutual,â she told you as she gave your back a light rub before pulling away. âYou get in here too,â she gestured to Scarlett who she pulled in for a hug.
You looked at Athena and couldnât have been more excited to meet the woman who made Bobby feel like Bobby again. From all of his texts and emails, it was clear that they were in love and that was what he had deserved after everything he had been through.
âAnd these are Athenaâs children May and Harry and her ex-husband Michael.â They all received hugs as well and you were offered a drink as you waited for everyone else to arrive.
âThe rest of 118 should be arriving soon and then we can eat,â Bobby announced. âIâm sure you must be hungry.â
âA little, but Iâm fine,â you told him just as there was a knock on the door. Bobby ran to answer it and pretty soon, people were filing in.
Your heart warmed as you watched the living room filled with everyone your uncle had called family and you could help but feel honored that he had wanted you to meet them. That he wanted you all to get along and you sure that you would if Bobby liked them.
Your eyes looked over each person and you had to hold in your gasp as your eyes caught onto Evan. He was the âBuckâ your uncle always talked about? He worked with your uncle? Your uncle was his boss and you had slept with him.
Buckâs eyes locked on yours and they widened as he went to approach you. What were you doing there? Who did you know that would have invited there? UnlessâŚno. No way. You were Bobbyâs niece?
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Gaang having a crush (bcuz I miss atla) also warning ? Me trying my hardest not to curse in these and making it kid friendly LOL
Aang is kinda obvious, given how young you guys are it makes sense though. Itâs definitely his first time having a crush, but he comes to the realization he likes you more than friends rather quickly. After all, he has so many friends, heâd know the difference even if he never liked somebody like that before. While aang is generally speaking a nice guy, I see him doing extra nice gestures for you that he wouldnât really think of doing for other people. Heâs made you a âfriendshipâ bracelet and a necklace as well. Boy or not, thereâs nothing wrong with a boy wearing a necklace or bracelet anyway! He blushes around you a lot, this is typically when you are in close proximity to him. And while aang has no problem being physically affectionate around friends, he shyâs away from doing it with you. However, if youâre physically affectionate with him he will very awkwardly reciprocate. His shyness might do him more harm than good if he accidentally hurts your feelings by not being very physically affectionate with you in comparison to the rest of the gaang. Aang is very clumsy around you, and thatâs not just falling on his face, he tends to mess up his words around you due to nervousness. However despite his lack of physical affection, heâs a very clingy dude with you and always loves to spend his time with you, and literally laughs at all your jokes no matter how bad they are. In turn, he also always makes jokes and tries to make you laugh literally all the time. Aang is also extremely patient with you, heâd have to be in a very bad mood to ever get angry with you, lol. (The only time I could think of is while aang lost appa, like literally the only time I think heâd be driven to the point of yelling and being angry with you). Even if he was mad at you for other reasons, I canât see him yelling at you or even being mad for long. He also tends to be very protective, especially if you canât bend or canât bend very well. However, because of how caring and overbearing he can be, he may make you feel like youâre weak sometimes. So you two tend to have a lot of conversations about him not being so overly protective when it comes to danger. He canât help it sometimes, especially when he gets nightmares about you getting hurt. He loves being goofy and dumb around you, and totally tries to impress you with his bending LOL. If thereâs something you donât know or understand, he tries to impress you with his 100 years of knowledge, lol.
Katara can be a bit of a mom when it comes to you at times, only because she worries for you. Sheâll be darned if she lets anyone hurt the person she loves the most, she is protecting you through and through. Strong or not, she sees you as somebody worth protecting. Sheâs not as bad as aang is, but she definitely blushes quite a bit around you. She often tries to get your approval on things, whether thatâs taking her side whenever she has an argument with toph or getting your approval on her new clothes. Or perhaps even her hair but .. shrug. She also loves teasing you, kinda like how she teases zuko honestly but she wonât get on your case as much and itâs all in good fun. Sheâs not funny, but still tries to make you laugh. She may end up embarrassing herself most of the time, but itâs worth it if she gets a little giggle out of you. If youâre a water bender, sheâs more than happy to teach you. Probably doesnât want you learning about blood bending though, so she doesnât really mention it to you lol. Itâs not like she doesnât trust you, she just canât imagine somebody she adores doing knowing how to bend in such a frightening way. She keeps you far away from it, as a means to protect you and your innocence. Because boy, she sees you as somebody that could do no wrong. Seriously, itâs kinda annoying to the rest of the gaang if you were ever in the wrong about something because she will defend you to heck and back. Although her crush is obvious, most of the gaang find her crush on you to be sweet (most of the time). She does not tolerate anyone yelling at you, or even being angry at you. She never gets angry at you as well, because again, in her eyes you could do no wrong. Maybeee have a talk with her about the fact youâre not a completely innocent goody two shoes, or not⌠up to you. Katara is surprisingly forward with you, often going out her way to hug you, to hold your hand, and when you accomplish something amazing, she gives you a kiss on the cheek. Youâd have to be really dense to not notice her affections towards you.
Sokka is very obvious, heâs never been the type to hide his feelings so he really doesnât even bother. However, how he approaches your relationship really depends on how long heâs known you. If youâve only just met and are starting to become friends he tries to be extremely forward with you about his feelings, and flirts with you. Albeit, very poorly. Heâs not as suave as he likes to act like he is. In reality heâs a big dork with a stupid crush. However, if you two have known eachother for years and have been friends for a long period of time, he wouldnât even know how to approach the situation. Normally, he may try to act cool, like he doesnât care about you. But in a situation like this, he canât just do that. It hurts him to even think about pretending not to care about you. He struggles for awhile on how to approach these feelings once theyâre realized, but honestly if youâve been friends for YEARS heâs probably figured it out by now and treats you like always but thereâs some slight changes. Heâs always been protective but youâll find that with you itâs to the max, heâs not even this protective of his own sister. Hes even more paranoid around newcomers when youâre apart of the equation. Always says something along the lines of ây/n! Step back! They could be dangerous!â and the others just make fun of him for it lol. Heâs always trying to find ways to impress you, with his fighting skills and all. Happy to teach you to ;) but if youâre a bender he finds himself trying extra hard to show you just how cool he can be. He doesnât blush nearly as much as katara and aang would, but it happens on occasion. This is typically if you said something along the lines of âsokka! Thank you for saving me :))) youâre so strong and amazing and blah blahâ or if you were being extremely flirtatious LOL. Low key very clingy and follows you around a lot, but tries to act like heâs just bored and your the best option he has to cure the boredom lol he ainât as slick as he thinks he is. Is the kinda guy who chooses to always sit next to you, fight alongside you, etc. gets angry whenever thereâs a avatar plan and he isnât with you/separated from you lol. Also suki loves you and thinks youâre great for sokka, if only manâs could just confess already.
Toph is not used to having crushes, sheâs never had one. However, that doesnât mean sheâs stupid. She realizes her emotions very well but she does not know what to do with them. Sheâs not used to having a soft spot for anyone, either. She shows her affection by constantly punching you in the arm. However, if you happen to be very affectionate, she doesnât pull away. So feel free to grab her hand, hug her, etc. youâll find she has no qualms with you wanting to be there and helping her, either. Even if it can be a sore subject at times to accept help, wanting to be tough all the time, she appreciates that you donât see her as a weak blind girl and as a strong person that can take care of herself if needed. She appreciates any reminders you want to help not because you think sheâs weak but rather because you care for her. Toph shows she cares, though itâs rare and often is not shown through words. She shows it by protecting you. However she is not overly protective, knowing how bad she feels when people are overly protective of her. She loves to tease you, often being her form of affection. She even likes to train and spar with you. If your often physically affectionate, she expects you to stay that way and may think somethings wrong if you arenât. In which case, she threatens to beat up whoever wronged you. If itâs not a someone, well, sheâs always willing to listen. Sheâs good at doing that anyway. Because she would be used to your affections she would also start to initiate them. She blushes a bit around you, and youâll even find sheâs brave enough to kiss you on the cheek if you were to save her life or protect her. When toph is sleepy, she likes to lean on you and use you as her head rest. She always likes when you go on about random stuff, and she can just fall asleep to the sound of your voice. She is also kinda obvious sometimes about her crush. Normally, you wouldnât have any idea, but she has small moments where she makes it obvious. A slip of the tongue gives herself away more often than not. âNobody cares about my weird toy collection!â âI care⌠I mean! Psh! Yeah why would anyone care about t something so stupid anyway.â she has her moments.
Zuko is just .. painful. All of the gaang get second hand embarrassment from how awfully obvious he is about his crush. From the constant red cheeks to the nervous stuttering over his words to accidentally fire bending just because heâs so nervous around you.. itâs hard to believe heâs even trying to hide it. He doesnât even know how obvious heâs being until sokka says something to him about being cooler about you. âWait.. if you think Iâm obvious do you think they know?â âNah.. theyâre totally oblivious.â âOh⌠thatâs⌠goodâŚâ âwhat do you mean good?!â but in all seriousness, he acts completely different around you in comparison to everyone else. Even if weâre talking book 1 and 2 zuko, heâs a lot more patient with you (not saying much though cuz boy still has a big temper). He tries really hard to be nice, forced awkward smile and all. He is told that it makes him more ⌠approachable. Though if youâre childhood friends (or have been friends for a long time) he kinda drops that rather quickly. If not though, he tries to actually keep it up. However youâll find heâs quick to apologize if he blows up on you. Unless itâs in an especially bad mood (by that I mean sadder, rather than madder) but he will come around when heâs feeling better. Gets embarrassed easily around you, like if you tease him his entire face goes red. He just cannot deal lol. Pretty protective, but isnât overly protective⌠unless azula is involved because bro will be worse than sokka if sheâs involved at all LOL. Is willing to do anything with you, which says a lot. Not a fan typically of âfunâ events such as festivals or parties but is willing to go with you without much fuss, he can deal if youâre having a fun time. He gets very jealous though, even when you two arenât dating. He just doesnât know how to handle the idea of somebody else liking you, or even worse, you ending up with them. He doesnât handle jealousy very well, very willing to fight the individual as a means to âprotectâ you, or whatever excuse he can come up with. Out of all of the gaang, heâs the least ready the confess his feelings. He fears rejection, he fears ruining what you two have together.
Suki doesnât like to mess around, no bulls, so sheâs very bold and very open about the fact she likes you. Itâs up to you to take your relationship to the next level if thatâs what you desire. She does not hesitate to kiss you on the cheek before a tough battle, a battle she isnât sure sheâd come back from, or one she isnât sure youâd come back from. If you asked, sheâd tell you âitâs cause I like you, silly.â Itâs up to you to take it further with her if itâs what you desire. However; she has no qualms with you wanting to be friends for awhile first before anything else. She understands that sometimes people need more time and more trust before building a proper relationship. As a result, suki is very understanding of you as well as your boundaries and never holds these things against you and furthermore doesnât take this as something she should feel bad about either. For the most part, even she canât help insecurities. So long as you have good communication, she will not feel as though sheâs gross or not good enough for you or something along the lines. She may help you train, if your not a good fighter and just need to learn some basics. She doesnât mind being the one to protect you, but sheâd like you to know how to at least defend yourself even if itâs the bare minimum. She knows fighting helps with her self confidence so she wants you to be able to have that for yourself too. Though I will say, she already treats you like her s/o, even if you arenât a couple. What can I say? Sheâs just straight forward and doesnât like to play around. Suki is very trusting of you, so I canât say that even when you two do start dating sheâs the jealous type, but she can be protective. She likes being the one to keep you safe. She loves to tease and poke fun at you a lot, in a purely affectionate way. Youâll also find she thinks the world of you and finds you, no matter what, to be endearing and special to her. For a strong Kyoshi warrior she has quite the soft spot for you and treats you like an angel from the heavens. She likes grabbing your hand a lot in random moments, almost like a sign to other people that maybeeeee are interested in you, that youâre taken. She may flirt with you from time to time, and itâs rare but you can make her blush:0 all you have to do is beat her in a training match, or be very forward with her and flirt. However it will only work if youâre not normally forward, lol.
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HIII CAN YOU DO MAYBE A DAD HER FIC WHERE HIS DAUGHTER LOOSES HER FIRST TOOTH OR HIM AND READER ARE PREGNANT AND THE BABY IS A BOY AMD MAYBE THEIR DAUGHTER GEYS JEALOUS
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⼠pairing: husband!dad!heeseung x pregnant!wife!mom!reader
⼠genre: married!au, parents!au, silly & fluff
⼠summary: your daughter, who was excited to have a sibling until the gender was found out. a baby boy, a new member of the family. although she was excited, would her parents forget about her once her brother is born?
⼠warnings: mentions of petnames (love, sweetheart, lovebug & baby), crying, jealousy, grammatical errors, not proofread, lowercase, lmk if i missed something!!
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A/N: I hope this is what you were expecting, i love doing dad hee fics, so i was excited to come up with this one! maybe iâll do the tooth one in the future, but this idea sounded so cute so tysm anon <3 (note: daughter is around age 4-5)
âdaddy, when will my brother be here?â your daughter asked heeseung. ânot for a while love, but itâll go by super quick, donât worryâ he pinched her cheek âdoes the bump hurt mommy?â she questions, heeseung chuckles in return âno, mommy isnât in any pain right nowâ he reassures her, rubbing her head. âitâs time to got to bed now, okay?â heeseung pulls her blanket up. âokay..â she pouts. ânight lovebugâ he kisses her head. ânight daddy.â
âsheâs really curious about himâ heeseung walks over to you after leaving ji-suâs room. âDo you think sheâs happy with it?â you ask, biting your inner lip. âwith what?â he questions, sitting next to you. âwith having a sibling, being a sister.â you turn your head to him, waiting for an answer anxiously. he runs his hand through your hair, âitâll take a while, but she will beâ he smiles. âiâm just scaredâ you laugh, embarrassed âof?â heeseung asks. âof having a boyâ you chuckle, heeseung chuckles in return. âyour an amazing mom, love, no matter the gender.â he says, making you smile. âthank you. and youâre a pretty great dad.â you say. âi learned from the bestâ he answers, mentioning his dad. you smile.
âmommy?â ji-su calls out, rubbing her tired eyes. âin here ji!â you call back from another room, ji-su quickly follows the sound into the nursery. âmom.â you hum in return âhi babyâ you pick up ji-su, giving her a hug. âdid you sleep okay?â you ask, she nods. âmorningâ heeseung walks in, joining the hug before giving you both a kiss on the forehead. âthe rest of the furniture came this morning, so we can set it up if youâd like.â heeseung says. âoh yeah, letâs do that.â you smile. âwhatâs all this stuff?â ji-su asks about the box filled room. âitâs the things for your brothers room.â heeseung replies. âoh okâ she says.
âgo eat your breakfast in the kitchen jiâ you say, setting her back on the ground. âokay mommyâ she runs to go eat her food. you chuckle at how she speeds out of the room.
later that day, you and heeseung were talking about the baby when ji-su comes in. âiâm boredâ she pouts, you both laugh at the girl. âhow? you have every toy know to manâ heeseung puts her on his lap. âi love my toys, but iâm still bored.â she says. âdo you want to help daddy and i come up with possibly names for your brother?â you ask, her eyes light up. âyes!â she bounces in excitement. âany suggestions?â heeseung asks the girl. âhmmâŚji-su!â she says. you laugh âthatâs your name, silly.â you reply. âi know, but iâm okay with sharing.â she smiles, you look at heeseung. âspeaking of sharingâŚâ heesung starts, âji-su, when your brother is born, you will have to start sharing a lot with him.â he says, facing her towards him. âlike whatâ she asks âlike your toys, food, me and mommy.â he says. âyou and mommy?â she questions.
âmommy and I will be very busy with your brother when heâs born because he needs extra attention, so it means we might not always be able to play or give you all our time once heâs here.â he explains. âwhy does he need all your time?â she asks, pouting. âheâs a baby, heâs gonna need a lot of our time in the beginning because he wonât be able to do much that young.â you try to explain more, she frowns. âso you wonât play with me?â she asks. âno thatâs not it sweetheart, we just might not be able to as often when that time comes.â heeseung says, reassuring her, she continues to frown.
âi donât want to share you and mommyâ she says, you sigh, looking up to heeseung. âbaby, i know itâs gonna be hard, but your gonna have to, because your baby brother will also need us.â heeseung says, patting her back.
âno!â she says, hopping off heeseungsâ lap, âyouâre going to forget about me once heâs here.â her eyes get teary. âji-su, we wonât forget you, love.â you say. âyes you will!â she says before running off to her room. you sigh, watching her leave. you look to heeseung, who was also sighing at the interaction. âi knew this would happenâ you say, getting emotional. heeseung pulls you into a hug, âshe just needs time, babe.â heeseung says, comforting you. âi just donât want her to resent ďżźhimâ you say, putting your hand on your bump, while tearing up.
âhey, look at meâ heeseung cups your cheeks, turning your head towards him, once you face him, he says, âshe wonât, once heâs here sheâll forget all about this because she will be an older sister, and sheâll be helping us out with him, because she will love him.â he says, wiping your tears. you calm down a bit after hearing that, âokay? everything will be fine.â he says, hugging you, you let out a relaxed sigh. âyouâre right.â you says, looking at him, âyou always are.â you giggle, he smiles back, âwe will learn these things together, okay?â he says, âyeah.â you nod. ânow letâs go talk to her.â he helps you up.
âji-su?â you open her door, calling out. âgo awayâ she sniffles. you both walk in quietly before going to sit on her bed. âji-su, listen, when your brother is born, we are gonna give him a lot of our attention, but that doesnât mean weâll forget about you, you are just as important to us as he will be.â you say, rubbing her head. âand you will get to help us with him once heâs a bit older, you wonât be forgotten baby.â heeseung says, she faces you both. âi just want some of your time too.â sheâs sniffles again. âyou have all of our time right now, and when the time comes and your brother is born, yes, itâll be different but mom and i arenât always gonna be with him at the same time which means one of us will give you time.â heeseung tells the girl.
âreally?â shes asks, wiping her nose on her sleeve, you both nod in return. âwe donât want you to worry about this right now, we just wanted to let you know that youâll have to share your time with us with your baby brother.â you say, giving her a soft smile. âokay, i believe you.â she pouts, making heeseung chuckle
âgood, now letâs goâ you say, âgo where?â she asks. âto the couch, dad and i are going to watch movies with you today.â you smile at her, she jumps out of bed. âyay!!â she screams. âyou better go fast before i beat you thereâ heeseung says to the girl, making her bolt out of the room, you both laugh in return, following slowly behind her.
while in the middle of the movie she wanted to watch say says âjaeyunâ you both look at her in confusion âhm?â you hum. âhis nameâ she says, pointing at the t.v. âjaeyunâ heeseung repeated the name before looking at you, âjaeyun..â you smile, looking at the little girl then back at your husband.
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Pairing : Charles Leclerc x reader
Theme : Fluff, I think?
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Part 2 Part 3
You got into an accident on your way to work with a guy who drove Ferrari Pista 488 with the number 16. Weird thing was that everyone kept calling his name as if he was a celebrity.
Just a light one. Havenât proofread!
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"The audacity of him! And then what did you say?"
Your mom thought your decision to accept an internship in Monaco out of all countries was solely because you could talk to your best friend, Linda, without having a problem with the time difference. It just happened to be on your side, though. Instead of listening to her story about her stupid ex before you went to bed, you had to get ready, so she had become your favourite podcast to listen to on your way to work.
"I said nothing." She winced, even before you screamed.
"What?! You let him disrespected you like that! Oh my God! Why?! I would have punched ââ The sound of a car horn kicked through your AirPods, taking over the voice of your friend. There wasnât enough time for you to react when the black car came approaching so fast, cringing along the sound of a car honk that seemed to be echoing within the small town that you would have thought it would send you straight to heaven. It turned out your mind wasnât ready for today to be your last day on earth, so you tried to run across the road and fell flat against the friction.
You were expecting to wake up surrounded by clouds, just like how the cartoons pictured the afterlife, until you felt a touch on your shoulder. "Fuck! Iâm sorry. Iâm so sorry. Are youâ"
"I would have punched you in the face." You muttered, what was supposed to be something directed towards Lindaâs ex boyfriend.
"Woah, okay. Iâm really sorry. Here," He offered a hand and pulled you up; that was when the pain hit your nerves, making you bend over and wince.Â
"Ow! What is wrong with you?!" The man was pushed away and staggered at the outburst. "It was a red light. Are you blind?"
"Okay, Iâm really sorry; that was totally my fault. Let me take you to the hospital."
You retracted your arm from his hand relentlessly, limping your way to the roadside. "Leave me alone."
"You are bleeding!" He argued and tried to offer his hand for you to hold as he was you struggled to walk.
"I know! I have eyes."
"You need to treat those cuts. Just let me take you to the hospital."
You tried to hobble away from the man, but the pain had set a limit to your pace. "I donât even know you. Go away."
"Okay, my name isâ"Â
"Charles! Everything good?" He looked up, surprised to hear his name being called out so sudden, and gave a thumbs up back to the waiter of the restaurant.
"You heard him. Iâm Charles. You have a witness there," You looked back at the direction he pointed with his chin. âif I do something bad to you. Can you get in my car so I can take you to the hospital now? Iâm kinda in a rush."
"If you are rushing, then you can just go. Donât let me hold you up." Charles shut his eyes, tilting his head back. He knew he had misspoken because you were going to say yes before he mentioned about time. "Okay, okay! Iâm not. Iâm not in a rush at all. So, please, get in the car."
"Are you sure? Cause I can just ââ
"No. I mean, yes. Iâm very sure." He extended his hand, which you finally held while you limped your way to the car.
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This was your second tissue, which you had been pressing on your cuts. You just found out your chin was bleeding as well when you saw the reflection on his window.
"Do you need water?" He twisted open the mineral water bottle and offered it to you. You were so quiet, it made him feel restless. He would rather hear you curse him out than this eerily silent. "The hospital is 5 minutes away. Does it hurt a lot?"
"Itâs not that serious. Donât worry." You turned from looking out the window, eyes scanning through the buildings of the city, towards him, frowning in suspicion. "How did he know you? The waiter."
"He has seen me a lot. Itâs a small town, after all. Are you a student?" He saw you were carrying a bag of laptop with a few files, which he had placed at the back of the car, so you were obviously not a tourist. It left him with two answers. Either you were a student or you just moved here, because if you had been living here for a while, you wouldnât ask the question. He wasnât saying everyone would know him, but they would at least aware of who he was.
"No, Iâm doing my internship."
"How long has it been?" He queried.
"2 weeks, I think." You looked out the window as he drove into the hospital area. "You can just drop me here. Iâll be fine."
"No, itâs okay. You need help from a local, so that would be me. Can you walk?" His seatbelt retracted as he clicked on the unhook button and helped you register your name and details at the registration counter while you were asked to just sit and wait.
"Hi, Charles!"
"Oh my God! Itâs Charles!"
"Are you Charles Leclerc? What are you doing here?"
It felt like you must have had a permanent wrinkles in between your brows, as you had been frowning for minutes whenever people called out his name. Sure, it was a small town, but did that mean everyone knew everyone to this point?
"Are they your friends?" He leaned in, moving his ear closer to hear your question.
"No, they are not my friends. They have seen me a lot too." The way he replied was so nonchalant, but it still didnât make any sense to you.
"That doesnât really make any sense." You commented, still frowning.
"It makes sense in Monaco." He looked away and bit his lips, trying to hold his chuckle.
The medical staff explained to you every cream and medicine you needed to take and when it was needed, while Charles joined in as well, listening as if it had anything to do with him.
"Can we get your phone number so we can call for a follow-up treatment on your sprained wrist?"
"Oh, my Monaco phone number? Give me a second." You just happened to find out that your phone was badly damaged in the accident right when you tried to turn it on. It probably had to do with you trying to stop your fall without realising it was in your hand, so the screen was cracked and it was just a black screen. You were forgetful and had written your new phone number in your notes so you wouldnât get charged for accepting calls from a foreign country, but it was impossible to check your notes if your phone couldnât even turn on.
"Use mine. If anything, just call me." Charles stepped in and wrote down his phone number, leaving you stunned. "And hereâs my card. Iâll pay for everything."
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"Thank you for sending me home. Oh, my phone!" He had helped you bring your stuff all the way to your apartment, though you had assured him that you could carry your own things. Just when you were about to take the last thing of yours in his possession, he moved his hand away before you could take it. "I need my phone back?"
"It doesnât even work."
"Okay? But that doesnât mean Iâm going to throw it away." Charles brought the phone higher when you tried to snatch it, smiling like an idiot when he saw you were glaring at him.
"Iâll get it fixed and give it back to you."
"I donât need your help anymore. Give it back! Iâll get it fixed myself." You disagreed, refusing to owe him even more, but he stepped back and slipped the phone into his back pocket.
"You still need me for your follow-up treatment. You used my phone number, remember? Iâll see you in a few days once itâs fixed. Donât forget to put the cream and your medicine." He walked away after giving you a nod out of curtesy.
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"Was he hot?"
Though your phone was broken, you still wouldnât miss a daily update from your best friends. After explaining everything, including every single detail of what happened earlier, Lindaâs main focus was to ask that. Not your sprained wrist, not your cutsânothing about you, but all about the man you had told her about.
You rolled your eyes and continued to spread the cream on the cut on your leg, still engaging in the conversation from the video call on your Macbook. "He was cute. You know, apparently everyone here knows everyone. Crazy, isnât it? Everyone kept on calling his name âCharles! Charles!â as if he were some kind of celebrity, but it was actually very common. I was shook becauseâ"
"Wait, what did you say?" She intervened.
"I said I was shook."
"No, before that. What was his name?" Linda asked, seemingly typing something on her laptop.
"Charles? Charles Lec something?"
"Oh my God! Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God!" She shrieked, making you jump and scream along.
"What the heck?" You bawled as she started talking nonsense. "Slow down! What are you trying to say?"
"Is this the guy that helped you?" She brought the phone and switched to the back camera so you could see the picture on her laptop.
"Yeah? Why is his face everywhere in the Google images?" That was weird. Though you were treated like a celebrity in Monaco, why would you put out your pictures on the Internet in public, with not just one but more than what seemed to be normal for someone who just lived in Monaco?
"Heâs a fucking F1 driver, you idiot! Oh my God, you are so dumb, Y/N!" Linda called out, feeling frustrated for her friend, who had to be the smartest in class but not street-smart.
"What?! But he told me that everyone knew him because they just saw him a lot." You argued back and tried to make it make sense to your friend, who seemed to be so disappointed.
"Yeah? Because heâs driving for Ferrari and heâs a Monegasque? Obviously, everyone has seen him a lot. You are so dumb."
"2 weeks in this new country, and I have already humiliated myself. Iâm just going to ask him to leave my phone in front of the door so I donât have to see him again, right?" You donât think you could look at him in the eye anymore because you were so embarrassed that you might need 2 to 3 months to move on.
"I donât know. To me, it sounds like he wanted to get to know you."
"Cut the crap, Linda."
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"I canât just leave your phone out here." Charles came and rang your doorbell a few days later. You had been yelling behind the door, trying to make him go so you wouldnât have to see him again, but he just wouldnât let it pass.
"Just leave it there!" You replied back the other side of the wood door.
"Are you hurt?" He replied back, knocking on your door this time.
"No!"
"Okay, then why canât you come out?" Charles could have just done what you asked him to do, but he wanted to see how your cuts were doing, if they were still bleeding.
And he also wanted to see you because he just felt so.
"Fine, Iâm leaving it here. Make sure to not leave it outside for too long. Someone might steal it away." He remarked before walking away, knowing you had been peeking from the peep hole.
"Finally!" The door pulled open after you waited for two minutes, giving him enough time to take the elevator and left.
Until you saw him leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. He had this smirk on his face, as if he expected you to be dumb enough and fell in his trick, which you actually did.
"Finally what?" He strode closer, arms still crossed, as he looked down on your legs to see the cut had started to heal. "Hm?" Charles carefully tilted your face up to see your chin and nodded when it wasnât as red and bleeding as it was a few days ago. "Did I do something wrong? Why canât you just come out?"
You grinned and walked back into your apartment, pushing the door shut with your body. "Okay, you can go home now. Iâll call the hospital to ask them to change the phone number back to mine. Thank you!â
"Wait! Why are you acting so weird?" He blocked the door and tilted his head, trying to catch your eyes because you had been looking everywhere but at him.
"Why didnât you tell me who you are? Here I thought everyone in Monaco would call out peopleâs names as if they were celebrities, and you actually turned out to be one?" Your tone went higher while you pointed your hand at him, as if he were an artefact in a museum and you were a museum guide.
"Iâm not exactly a celebrity. Just an athlete. How did you know?" He asked in a very light way, like this whole situation was fun for him.
"My friend showed me your picture, and I still didnât trust her, so I went on Google myself and typedâŚ" You pressed your lips, squeezing your eyes shut, because you knew you were just going to humiliate yourself even more if he found out about this.
"And typed in what?" Charles repeated your last sentence.
"Charles Monaco." Your hand covered your eyes instantly while he burst out laughing. He would have left with a bruised nose if only you could slam the door in his face right now, but you wouldnât want to be charge with assaulting the famous guy in this town. "Yeah, whatever. Can you step back because Iâm trying to close the door?"
"So, thatâs it?" I nearly hit you with my car, sent you to the hospital, fixed your phone, and thatâs it?"
You furrowed your brows. "What else do you want?"
"How about I give you a tour around the town? Iâve lived here all my life. No one knows every corner of this town except me." He rested his hand on the door when he saw you try to close it again. "Are you sure you want to miss this one chance to be with Charles Monaco?"
"You are so annoying!"
âYour next appointment is in two days. Iâll pick you up at 10 a.m." He walked away, still wearing the cocky smile that made you want to punch him so bad.
"I can go on my own. Iâm not going to open the door for you next time!" You stood outside the hallway, shouting back as he went even further.
"Then Iâm gonna barge into your apartment. Iâm Charles Monaco; I can do whatever I want."
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How did you handle it?
1st part here
A/N: Didn't expect the number of likes on the first part, thank you so much đ
Also, I know now who does Paige's braids now. I saw her on tiktok.
Warning/s: Read at your own risk
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Following Ice's most recent live stream, Y/N's phone is constantly vibrating, and her Instagram feed is overflowing with follow requests and mentions. She didn't leave her apartment on the weekends after hearing from her teammates about their near-brawl on Friday night. She was trying to blow off some steam at the time, but she lost her cool and almost got into it. Azzi gave them a good earful, and Geno had more to say. Y/N apologized to her teammates, explaining that she was acting out of character at the time.
She felt a little better and forgot about her parents' divorce for a while. Not until her father texted her that he will be at her game next week. Dad is always the one who comes to her games; mom is too busy and cannot make time.
Frustrated, Y/N drops the dumbels.
"Yo! "KK, give me back my phone!" KK is running for her life, clutching Paiges' phone. Paige, on the other hand, looks terrified as if her life depends on with whatever is contained within her phone.
"Whaaaat! Dude, I just caught you stalking---asfghgjjhkjlhlk!" Paige caught up with KK and placed her palm on her mouth.
"Shut up!" She took her phone.
KK sounds like a dying goat now, with Paige's hands still on her mouth. Paige lets go of her and KK gasped for air.
"Shit, Hah! I just did not saw you do that P!" KK is shaking her head, laughing.
"I swear K, if you open your mouth I'll make sure that you will nev---" KK immediately zipped her mouth.
"You got it P! Your 'lil secret is safe." KK gave her a mischievous wink.
These two are as mischievous as ever.
Shaking her head, Y/N slips off her sweat-soaked muscle top, revealing only her sports bra. She could see Paige and KK's jaws drop from her peripheral vision. She turned towards them.
"What? "You guys have some saliva here." Y/N pointed to the side of her lip. The two appear to have come to their senses and instantly pretend to do something. Weird. It's as if they're seeing each other for the first time, taking off their clothes. Y/N twisted her hair into a sloppy knot and resumed lifting. She was halfway through lifting when Nika slapped her bum.
"Babe, I need you to braid my hair. Do you have a sec?"
She nodded to Nika and followed her. They walk past the others who were working out, and Y/N couldn't help but notice Paige and the way her biceps and deltoids popped while doing that damn pull up. Get a grip, Miller; you see your teammate doing this on a regular basis. Y/N reprimanded herself.
"So is mine eye enthralled by thy shape," Nika recited dramatically.
Nika came out laughing after noticing Y/N glancing at Paige.
"Don't worry, babe; she gets it a lot. And... Damn, did you just realized she's fine? You have to keep up; you have a home court advantage here." Nika winked. Y/N gave Nika a puzzled glance. It's not that she likes Paige; she just admires the muscles. That is it.
"I don't know what you're talking about, babe." Y/N said making Nika snort.
"Okay, alright. I'm blind, I can't see, must be my poor eyesight."
Y/N endured Nika's teasing while doing her hair; she doesn't want to appear defensive, so she allows her friend and pretends that Nika Muhl seeing her looking at Paige Bueckers didn't affect her.
"Thank you, Baby. "I love the braids." Nika blew her a kiss before they returned to their routines.
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Paige glanced around cautiously before scrolling through her phone. She couldn't afford to repeat the same mistake that had led to her being caught by KK. She wasn't stalking, though; the algorithm following Ice's live had led her to Y/N's tagged photos and edits on Instagram. It was kind of annoying that Y/N was now known for being the "pretty girl" from the team instead of for her talent as a player. Paige had witnessed firsthand how great Y/N was during her time at Stanford. If it weren't for her MCL injury during her second year, she would have been neck and neck with Nika's stats in the last 2022-2023 conference.
"Girly, you are still not done? Man you are really living up to be a stalker ." KK tried to glance at Paige's phone, Paige was quick to hide it.
"I am not!" Paige responded defensively.
"Of course, why stalk when you can see her every day. Home court advantage." KK playfully raised her brows and gestured towards where Y/N is, shooting 3 point shots. Yeah, Paige mused to herself. Paige knows she's got the home court advantage, always playing on familiar turf. Y/N, on the other hand, is a social media ghost, her posts as rare as a shooting star, reserved only for strategic brand alliances. Just like she guards the offensive players on the court, she protects her privacy with the same intensity, keeping her personal life shrouded in mystery.
"You are not gonna like this." KK's gasp breaks the silence, drawing Paige's attention as she leans in, sharing her latest sports article discovery. With rapt interest, they both delve into the words, their silent communion speaking volumes as they absorb every line, lost in the world of sports unfolding before them.
Sports Agent Katherine Taylor-Miller Entangled in New Romance Amidst Divorce
In a whirlwind of events, sports agent Katherine Taylor-Miller finds herself at the center of media attention following news of her divorce from husband Craig Miller. The prominent figure in the sports world, best known for representing basketball star Breanna Stewart, is reportedly embarking on a new romance with Los Angeles' top firm lawyer, Drew Ross.
While Taylor-Miller has remained tight-lipped about the circulating photos online, indicating her involvement with Ross, sources close to the situation confirm that the divorce proceedings are well underway. The couple, who share a daughter, aged 22, are navigating this transition as their family dynamic shifts.
Adding a layer of complexity to the situation, their daughter, a talented athlete in her own right, has been making waves on the collegiate basketball scene. Initially playing for Stanford University during her freshman and sophomore years, she has recently transferred to the University of Connecticut for her junior year, following in the footsteps of her mother's client, Breanna Stewart.
The unfolding saga has captivated both sports enthusiasts and gossip followers alike, as speculation mounts about the implications for Taylor-Miller's career and personal life. As the situation continues to develop, all eyes remain on the high-profile sports agent and her newfound path forward.
Paige's confusion bubbles to the surface in her question. "Wait, so... that is Y/N's mom?"
KK nods solemnly. "Yep. Didn't expect that."
Paige's brow furrows as she scans the article again. "That article is nasty. It was unnecessary to mention, Y/N."
The two exchange a knowing glance before their gaze shifts towards Y/N, who remains blissfully unaware of the storm brewing in the tabloids.
KK weighs the options for a moment before nodding resolutely. "Very. She's not gonna like it. Do we tell her?" KK's gaze seeks approval from Paige, who meets it with a shake of her head, silently acknowledging the delicate situation and opting to shield Y/N from unnecessary distress for now. "She'll find out sooner."
KK lets out a low whistle, her disbelief evident in her tone. "Unbelievable. I never thought her mom is Katherine Taylor. That woman was a badass, but yeah, whoever wrote this has some unpaid rent due." Paige nods in agreement, a hint of frustration tainting her expression as they both recognize the injustice of the situation.
The sudden thud startles both Paige and KK. Their heads snap towards the source of the sound, only to find Y/N on the bench-side taking a water break, her hand suspended and her phone on the floor.
"That's what we're talking about."
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Y/N absentmindedly follows her teammates to Subway after they decided to grab some lunch there. Despite the buzz of camaraderie around her, she's lost in her own thoughts, savoring the simple pleasure of a break from today's events. Just as she starts to believe her day couldn't get any better, her world is rocked by the unwelcome intrusion of her parents' divorce being publicized.
Her heart sinks as she grapples with the sudden exposure of her family's private turmoil. Y/N has always been fiercely protective of her personal life, preferring to keep it shielded from prying eyes. The earlier article had already crossed a line, but this latest development feels like a betrayal of trust, a violation of the boundaries she holds sacred. She can't help but feel a surge of anger and frustration at the unnecessary intrusion into her family's affairs, a bitterness that threatens to overshadow the sweetness of her teammates' company.
Y/N finds a glimmer of solace in the silent solidarity of her teammates. As they gather around the table at Subway, not a single word is spoken about the tumultuous news that has shaken her world.
In that moment, Y/N feels a profound gratitude wash over her, a deep appreciation for their unspoken understanding and respect for her boundaries.
"The salad won't eat itself," snapped Paige, jolting Y/N from her deep thoughts. Y/N mechanically took a fork, but her salad remained untouched.
"Eat up, Miller. You need your energy." Paige commandeered the fork and began mixing the salad for Y/N.
"How did you handle it?" Y/N's voice trembled with vulnerability, causing Paige to pause mid-stir.
Paige didn't respond immediately, her mind racing to grasp the depth of Y/N's question. It didn't take long for the realization to sink inâit was about the divorce.
"When your parents divorced? How did you handle it?" Y/N's eyes glistened with unshed tears, a vulnerability she hadn't intended to reveal. Paige felt a pang of empathy twist in her gut. Y/N's question caught her off guard.
"Nevermind," Y/N murmured, her voice barely above a whisper as she wiped away the threatening tears. Determinedly, she finally began to eat her salad, hoping to distract herself from the emotional turmoil of the day.
As she savored each bite, Y/N made a conscious effort to push aside the weight of her parents' divorce. Her phone buzzed incessantly with texts and calls, but she only mustered the strength to respond to her dad via text. All she wanted was for their divorce to be finalized so they could all move forward with their lives.
Her thoughts drifted to the inevitable changes ahead. Her mom and dad would each go their separate ways, free to pursue new relationships if they so chose. While the idea of their family no longer being whole was a painful one, Y/N knew it was time to accept reality.
Above all, she yearned for one simple request: no more articles portraying her solely as her mother's daughter. She was determined to forge her own path, to carve out her own identity separate from her family's legacy.
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"You okay, babe?" Nika asked Y/N, slinging her arm around her shoulders. Y/N responded with her most convincing smile. "I'm fine," she assured Nika, though the skepticism lingered in her friend's nod. "Just so you know, we're here for you, okay?" Nika offered a comforting hug. "Thanks, babe."
As they strolled back to the university after lunch, Nika, Azzi, and Aaliyah had already forged ahead for their afternoon classes, while Paige had disappeared into god knows where. Y/N's afternoon lay open; no classes to attend. She pondered whether to take a stroll around her apartment's neighborhood or indulge in a swim in the pool.
Waving goodbye to her teammates as they reached the university's parking lot, she contemplated driving back home.
Sighing, Y/N parked her car and headed towards her apartment, only to be surprised by a waiting Paige Bueckers holding a pint of Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge ice cream.
"Paige, don't you have a class or something?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige still in her training attire: a UConn Huskies hoodie, basketball jersey shorts, socks, and slides.
Paige handed her the pint without saying anything.
"You asked me how I handled my parents' divorce," Paige shrugged.
"W-well forget it. I didn't mean to ---"
"It was hard. I thought we were a happy family, that they had vows, through thick and thin, for better or worse type of shit. I was angry, wondering what could possibly make them decide they weren't meant for each other. They had me for Christ's sake. It hurt to think that one day they'd meet someone new and start over, and what about me if that happens?" Paige took a deep breath before continuing.
"The good thing is, I was able to understand that it's better to have that divorce than to pretend they're still happy. I saw how happy my father is with his new family, happier than he was with my mother... All I'm trying to say is, whatever you feel in your current situation is validâall the thoughts running in your head, the what-ifs, they're all valid. You'll come to terms with it soon, just give yourself time to feel it. And don't forget, you have us. It sucks to be a divorce child if you don't have siblings. It's okay, Miller. You can mope, you can lash out, feel it all the way."
Y/N burst into tears, sobbing uncontrollably, surprising Paige, especially considering they were in a parking lot. Y/N didn't know why the floodgates had openedâwas it the news of her parents' divorce? The stress of the article? Or perhaps simply the ice cream? Regardless, she found herself releasing all the pent-up emotions.
"Christ, Miller. I didn't expect you to break down right here," Paige panicked, attempting to pacify her, though Y/N continued crying loudly.
Paige gently grabbed her hand, and together they walked towards Y/N's apartment, Y/N still sobbing loudly.
"People will think I made you cry." Paige said shaking her head.
They entered Y/N's apartment, with Paige leading the way as Y/N was too preoccupied at the moment. Paige settled Y/N on her couch and opened the ice cream she had brought. Y/N accepted it and took a spoonful, still teary-eyed.
Paige looked at her friend in disbelief, finding her oddly cute in this vulnerable state, with red, glistening eyes and puffy cheeks from crying.
They sat in silence, letting the ice cream provide comfort. It worked, as Y/N's tears eventually ceased.
"Thank you, Bueckers. I needed that cry and... the ice cream. How can I ever pay you back?" Y/N leaned her head on Paige's shoulder, grateful it was Paige who knew her favorite ice cream flavor.
Paige pretended to ponder the question. "You don't have to. Just get back to being yourself," she said, gently ruffling Y/N's hair. Y/N sighed in contentment.
"I mean it, though. Thank you for being here. I was resigned to being miserable today," Y/N said, her voice filled with gratitude. They exchanged glances, and Paige found herself momentarily lost in Y/N's mesmerizing eyes. There was something about them that drew her in. She quickly looked away, not wanting to get too carried away and do something she shouldn't.
"Yeah, it's nothing. Get yourself together, Miller," Paige replied, more to herself than to Y/N, feeling her ears grow warm.
"Are you okay? You seem... red?" Y/N asked, noticing Paige's flushed cheeks.
"Not as red as you are. You look ugly when you cry, Y/N," Paige remarked, trying to lighten the mood.
Y/N stiffened at the comment. This was the first time she had heard Paige address her by her first name. The surprise on Y/N's face caused Paige's brows to furrow.
"What?" Paige asked, suddenly feeling self-conscious.
"Nothing, you've never called me by my name before. Or maybe you did, I just didn't hear you," Y/N shrugged, trying to downplay it. She didn't want to make Paige feel awkward.
"I just don't know what to feel hearing it from you. It sounds different," Y/N admitted.
Paige choked on her response, caught off guard by Y/N's vulnerability. This woman will be the death of her one day. -----------------
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Hi could you pretty please do velvette x reader who is Carmilla youngest daughter and how her family reacts (plus zestial pls I ship him and Carmilla so I feel like he's a step dad)â¤ď¸
A/N: I blacked out and wrote this.... but yeeees LISTEN!! I love Velvette so much, its not even funny and i had a lot of fun with this prompt! I didn't realize how much i wrote for it until it was too late, and by that point, i really couldn't stop. but I hope you enjoy reading it as much as i enjoyed writing it! ps i honestly ship them too
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Character: Velvette
Type: Headcanons + Drabble (Velvette x reader who's Carmilla's youngest daughter, General with a bit of Angst and Fluff sprinkled in)
For Velvette, she actually entered into the relationship not really knowing who your parents were. You never brought it up and she never really asked. It didn't really matter to her, since, ya know, you're the one she's dating, not your mum and dad, or step-dad from what you've mentioned.
Honestly, she should've seen the similarities. They were there for sure, but let's face it, there are so many demons in hell that it was probably just a coincidence, right?
Carmilla also knew you were seeing someone as well, though she really figured that you would bring this special demon around when you were ready.
Oh, they were both wrong. So very wrong.
They found out simultaneously, of course, as cliche as it was. You were on an evening out with Velvette with no clear destination in mind, just simply enjoying the evening and each other's company when the next thing you knew you were face to face with your mother.
It... didn't go too well.
What had once been a peaceful evening nearly dissolved into a turf war all in an instant. If you hadn't been able to separate the two with a promise to talk to both separately later there was no doubt that everything in a three-block radius would be collateral.
Zestial and your sisters would find out soon thereafter, Carmilla of course telling them when they see her come home looking quite distraught.
As stated before, to Velvette, it really didn't matter. though it did sweeten the deal. It would give her plenty more opportunities for her to provoke the arms dealer, something that she already took a great deal of pleasure in.
Zestial would be skeptical of the relationship at the start but eventually comes to accept it fully. His patience won out this time. He's seen more than enough relationships like this go up in flames and he'd never want that for you. He considered you a daughter after all.
As for your sisters, both of them were simply happy that you were happy. They were more worried about how y'alls mom would react. And you can't tell me that they didn't already know, either.
Carmilla on the other hand... To her, family is everything. I mean, she killed an angel for you and your sisters. She'd do anything for her kids, and that includes keeping someone like that upstart from breaking your heart. She wholeheartedly believed that Velvette was only dating you to get one over on her. It really comes as no surprise when she goes all the way to Vee Tower to confront the youngest overlord herself.
"You need to stay away from my daughter."
The fashionista bit out a curse as a needle pricked her finger. Velvette doesn't usually startle easily, but shit, between her being completely focused on finishing and the fact that her workshop had previously been silent save for any sounds that she had been making herself, she thought that even the most stone-cold bitch would've jumped.
What good was the security for if those nitwits couldn't keep unauthorized demons out of her workshop? The influencer swore that if any blood got on the material for this dress she'd personally kill the guards and whoever-
Oh.
Of all the people she expected to see, Carmilla Carmine, the uptight weapons dealer, and apparent mum of her girlfriend, was not one of them. Or actually, scratch that. She was completely expecting this to happen sooner or later.
"Well, it sucks to suck then, wrinkles, I'm not going nowhere." The fashionista bit back, a smirk settling on her lips that quickly fell when the older woman tried to push her point.
"I know what you're trying to do and it-"
"Obviously you don't." All mischief gone from her tone, Velvette set her work to the side, careful not to crumple the fabric. She rose to her feet and began to cross the room to Carmilla, who in turn stood taller, determined not to let this miscreant make a mockery of her, her family, and most importantly her youngest daughter. "I hate to break it to you, but the only way I'll break it off is if SHE wants to."
Velvette paused, her eyes boring into Carmilla's with a conviction and passion that the arms dealer hadn't felt from the influencer before. When the younger woman spoke again, her voice was softer than before, laced with a sincerity that would leave the mother speechless.
"I love her."
Its this singular interaction that leads to a truce between the two (technically five if you include Zestial and the Vee's) Overlords. They would come to some sort of mutual understanding that if both of them were to be in your life, they'd have to play nice. At least in front of you. At Overlord meetings, well, that's a whole different story.
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husband!percy jackson
the lovely @buenolover suggested this!!
this is so unedited but I was feeling frisky and needed to write something - might do a pt. 2 !!
ŕź if you think percy is #boyfriendmaterial youâre wrong!
ŕź this man is 1000% husband material
ŕź okay so I imagine you both being demigods and start dating - everyone at chb is like omg they are my parents
ŕź I think it started out as a friendship but really turned into more - especially when you caught him in the kitchens after hours with a younger camper making blueberry pancakes
ŕź the young camper had a nightmare and percy decided to cheer them up (heâd experienced plenty of bad nightmares himself)
ŕź thatâs what kind of started your relationship because you thought it was really showed who percy was - a empathetic kind and beautiful soul
ŕź poseidon didnât deserve him
ŕź percy would quite literally take a bullet for you - no he would jump into tartarus for you - no he would sell his soul for you
ŕź he would actually spend an hour telling you different brutal ways heâd die for you - itâs his love language
ŕź I feel like the wedding would be verrrrry low key (on the beach ofc!)
ŕź after you say your vows and kiss you both run and jump into the water - cause yâall are cute or whateva
ŕź the blue food is definitely a staple at your wedding
ŕź I can see the both of you living in the cabin on the beach in montauk together
ŕź tangled in the sheets waking up to the sounds of waves and percyâs incredibly loud snoring
ŕź percy lovessss to take you into the sea - itâs like showing you his soul in a way - he adores you so much the sea seems to calm whenever you are near him
ŕź sea creatures love to come a visit you!! they actually end up liking you more than percy
ŕź speaking of which - you are now sallyâs favorite child - sorry percy
ŕź sally is quite literally the best mom on the planet and always you both the check in
ŕź I also think sally adores you because she finally is able to see percy happy - not worried about the next quest that inevitably will scar him more
ŕź percy isnât perfect though! he is very sloppy and spills almost everything - he also wonât wash dishes to save his life
ŕź not that he wonât he just forgets a lot
ŕź percy snores and has terrible rls which is why you end up nudging him in the back at 2 am
ŕź however - you wouldnât want it any other way.
ŕź percy is thoughtful as FUCK!! oh you like that? Iâll buy ten. oh thatâs your favorite color - let me buy everything that color in existence.
ŕź one night it was storming heavily and percy hadnât come home yet - which had you worried!!
ŕź that was until he came home drenched with a fistful of your favorite flowers. you had mentioned earlier how much you loved them - percy couldnât let his girl NOT have her favorite flowers right?
ŕź he caught a cold after that
ŕź percy loves having late night bonfires with you - staying up until the early hours just talking
ŕź thatâs the thing about percy - conversation was never dull
ŕź slow dancing by the sea with only the moonlight shining
ŕź family planning is hectic - percy wants to be a father but he worries so much about being a good father - he never wanted to be his father
ŕź I feel like percy is like a pillow you flip over at night to the cool side - he is like that first dip in cold water during a summer day
ŕź thatâs why heâs so wonderful to snuggle with at night because you donât overheat
ŕź percy laughs at everything and is a very easy going husband to have - he never makes you feel less than perfect
ŕź although you both have your flaws - you both work so perfectly together
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While stuff is going down on Sage's Island, what's happening with some of the families of the NRC students?
S.T.Y.X. probably had to be the ones to tell the families the situation. Even though they explain it as lightly as possible so that there's no major panic, that won't stop the families from worrying.
I thought about Deuce's mom after Malleus casted the spell, when Deuce hasn't called her to talk about his day. Her intuition is telling her that something is amiss, but she tries to brush it off even though Deuce has never missed a call.
She sends a good morning text the following day.
She tries calling him an hour later when there's no response. What if he got sick and that's why he hasn't said anything?
But the call immediately goes to voicemail.
Okay, don't panic. She's sure her son must have forgotten to charge his phone (unlikely, a part of her says) or maybe he's deep asleep from being sick.
Dila debates on whether to call the school. She doesn't want to be overprotective or overbearing. . . and yet her mother's intuition is still screaming at her that something isn't right.
It wouldn't hurt to just be sure, right?
Dila's heart sinks when the call to the school immediately goes to voicemail.
The next chance she gets, Dila drives to the Trappola residence. She starts to feel a little ridiculous when Mrs. Trappola answers the door without a single bit of worry. What if it's nothing? But she still asks if Mrs. Trappola has heard from her son.
Mrs. Trappola shakes her head. "No, but he usually talks with his brother a lot. What's up?"
Dila explains how her son hasn't called or texted her and that the call to the school was unsuccessful. "Hmmm... it could be your phone. Let me try calling."
But the same thing happens--the school doesn't pick up. Dila notices something she missed in the beginning: Mrs. Trappola's stiffness beneath a casual mask. Does Mrs. Trappola also feel like something is wrong?
"Hang on, let me try calling his brother."
He's casual when he picks up and tells his mom that Ace hadn't called him last night. But there is a bit of trepidation when he asks, "Is something going on?"
"No, just checking. I'll call you later." Mrs. Trappola lets out a breath and meets Dila's eyes. Both mothers recognize the look in the other's eyes.
"Do you know Clover Bakery?" Dila asks. "Deuce told me that the son of the family who runs it is in the same dorm as him and Ace."
Mrs. Trappola nods. "Ace mentioned him a few times. Trey."
"I'm going to go over there. Want to come with?"
"Give me a second to get my stuff."
Two worried mothers become three, and they're all sitting around a table in the back of the bakery while a father is with the employees at the front. At this point, it's clear that something has happened to their sons and the school.
The three discuss what to do next. Should they try calling the school again? Reach out to the police station? To another family? How about contacting that Diamond kid's family?
But why stop at this part of the world?
Perhaps a while after the sleeping spell is cast, a little heir is wandering the streets pouting because no one is telling him what is going on.
Something has happened to his uncle, that he knows, but he doesn't know just exactly what.
This little heir may bump into an older woman, a grandmother, who asks why he's wandering around on his own so late in the day. He almost cries in frustration while telling her about the adults not telling him anything about his uncle. He lets slip that his uncle goes to Night Raven College.
That makes the grandmother pause, the uneasy feeling inside of her making itself known once again.
She tells the child that his family might be worried about him and eventually persuades him that going home would be a good idea. She escorts him out of the slums, listening to him talk about his uncle, until some guards find the two.
Before the guards escort the little prince back home, the grandmother asks about Night Raven College. Her grandson is a student there and in the same dorm as Leona Kingscholar. The guards reply with an apology and that they have not heard of an incident at the school.
But she stops them. Surely, they must have heard of something. She doesn't miss the fleeting look in one of the guards' eyes--perhaps that woman has a child who goes there too?
That guard tells her partner to go on ahead, and once the prince and his guard are far enough, she tells the grandmother that all communication to the school and Leona--even to anywhere on the island--have been unsuccessful. Other ways of communicating are being sought, but the guard is bracing for the worse.
She tells the grandmother that if she hears anything, she'll come find her.
The parents of four families congregate in Clover Bakery before it opens. It's clear that no one has gotten much sleep. Cups of coffee are handed out as they all take a seat in the bakery's main area.
"Any word?"
"No."
"Actually," Mrs. Trappola says, "my eldest told me that his friend on the Land of Dawning was given an evacuation order alongside every single citizen there."
". . . The entire land?" Mrs. Clover says faintly, disbelieved.
"The entire land." The weight of the words is heavy and they all silently contemplate what the evacuation could mean.
"Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?" Mrs. Diamond asks. "It's possible he might be keeping everyone safe. Plus--" she fixes a bright smile on her face--"our boys have survived two Overblots. What's one more?"
"There's also a magicless student who goes to the school," Mrs. Trappola says. "I heard from Ace that they've gone through multiple Overblots and survived without so much a scratch. If they can stay standing after that kind of disaster, then this should be nothing for them."
". . . I'm sorry, did you say multiple?"
The bell above the door chimes. In steps none other than Mrs. Rosehearts and a man who seems smaller in her presence. It's not missed the way the woman stands stiffly, and in the corner of Dila's eye, she sees Mr. and Mrs. Clover sitting up straighter.
"Is there anything we can help you with?" Mrs. Clover asks. Dila hears a little tremble in her voice as she tries to sound neutral. She meets Mrs. Diamond's eyes across the way and the two share the same thought: there's a strained history between the Rosehearts and Clovers.
That is when Dila remembers a phone call with Deuce early in the school year--Riddle and Trey's past and Riddle's Overblot.
Mrs. Rosehearts takes a deep breath and lets it out in a half-huff. It seems like she's fighting with her pride. "Yes. Have you heard from the school or your sons?"
"No. None of us have."
Mr. Clover gestures to the chairs. "Have a seat."
The man accompanying Mrs. Rosehearts, Mr. Rosehearts, accepts the invitation. However, halfway sitting down, he notices his wife is still standing. "I'm fine. This shouldn't take long," she says.
He blinks, then fully sits. "So, uh, what have we missed?" he asks.
After the two are filled in, Mr. Rosehearts nods sadly while Mrs. Rosehearts's scowl deepens. "So there's nothing." She almost spits out the last word.
"What about you? Have you tried anything?" Mrs. Diamond asks calmly, like the two were acquaintances.
"Of course I have! But nothing worked!" Mrs. Rosehearts shuts her eyes, tightens her grip on her handbag, and tries to calm down from the outburst.
"We both tried calling people we knew on the island, but our calls kept bouncing," Mr. Rosehearts supplies. "I heard about the Land of Dawning evacuation from a friend of mine. They also said that S.T.Y.X. was the one issuing it."
"S.T.Y.X?!" the room explodes.
"They're only involved if there's an Overblot. So does that mean. . . ?" Mr. Clover doesn't dare finish the sentence.
"But what kind of Overblot causes an entire island to be shut down and another island to evacuate?" Dila asks.
"One that can be caused by a powerful mage," Mrs. Trappola softly says.
The room is once again blanketed by horrified and tense silence. Thoughts return to what Mrs. Diamond said earlier. Doesn't the heir of Briar Valley also go to the school?
Mrs. Rosehearts suddenly spins around and marches to the door.
"Where are you going?" her husband asks.
"To the emissary. I will not sit idly and ponder useless things with useless outcomes while my son is in potential danger."
She's halfway through the door when her and everyone's phones go off simultaneously, creating a cacophony of text notification sounds. They're whipped out and Dila holds her breath as she opens the text application.
. . .
Mr. Clover takes off his glasses and rubs his eyes. Mr. Diamond runs a hand through his hair. And Mr. Trappola and Mr. Rosehearts can't stop staring at the message on his phone.
It felt good finally having a confirmation that something was amiss and knowing that a major organization was handling it. At the same, however, it left longing for more information.
"What about my son?!" Mrs. Rosehearts's demand to know her son's well-being felt like a reflection of what the other parents were feeling inside. Anger, worry, helplessness.
Mrs. Clover sits back in her chair with a distant, worried gaze. Mrs. Diamond leans on her husband's shoulder. Mrs. Trappola rubs her face. Mrs. Rosehearts slams the door as she leaves the bakery.
After a few attempts, Dila finally opens the internet application. It brings her to a news article from a while ago, written by a Sage's Island reporter, and at the very top is a picture of her son performing in the Star Sending Ceremony. She can't stop staring at it. What if she never sees him again?
"Deuce. . ."
Meanwhile, in Sunset Savannah, a little prince runs down a street. His head turns wildly, searching for a certain face. Anyone outside pause to stare at him, no doubt curious as to why the heir is here in this neighborhood of all places. He finally spots her leaving a run-down home and sprints the rest of the way.
The grandmother hears him before she sees him. He slows to a stop before her and is panting as he says, "I know what's happening! The island is shut down and some sticks are fixing it!"
"'Some sticks'?" she repeats, puzzled.
He nods feverishly. "Yeah! That's what I heard."
She assumes it's magic-related. "What about the island? Did you hear why it is shut down?"
He goes to answer, but pauses. "Um... I didn't," he says bashfully.
She's disappointed, but doesn't let that show. "That's all right. Thank you for telling me about what you heard."
"Prince Cheka!" Marching down the street is the guard from yesterday. The little prince's ears press down. "Please, notify any of us when you plan to leave the palace," she says, though it sounds more like scolding.
"I'm sorry. I just wanted to let grandmother know about the school."
The guard sighs. "Your parents have already been told and they expect you back soon. I will stand guard beside the house. Let me know when you are ready to return."
"Can you tell grandmother what you know?" Cheka asks. "I saw you talking to her yesterday."
The guard, beneath the stoic exterior, had been impatient to tell the grandmother. "Very well."
She relays the message she, a couple of the other guards, and the queen received. An incident on Sage's Island. . . All travel to Sage's Island and the Land of Dawn are prohibited. . . S.T.Y.X. is currently handling the situation and will notify when the situation has been resolved.
"I am sorry I can't give you more information," the guard says.
Grandma Bucchi shakes her head. "You've given me enough."
She makes her way to a cracked chair and tries not to fall back on it as she sits. "Are you okay?" Cheka asks, approaching as the guard readies herself to help.
"I'm all right," she half lies. She prays to the stars of the coming night that nothing is happening to Ruggie. She already lost her daughter-in-law and son; she cannot lose her grandson.
"He'll figure out a way to survive. He's resourceful," she says, partly as a reminder to herself.
"My uncle might be helping him. They might be helping each other, like the King of Beasts and the hyenas!" Cheka says, brightening.
Grandma Bucchi knows the story well--everyone in Sunset Savannah does. It came to mind when Ruggie told her about his working relationship with Leona, and the thought wasn't lost on Ruggie either.
Perhaps they are helping each other through the danger that has taken hold of the island. "It is possible. My grandson is in the same dorm as your uncle."
A/N: I have been dying to share this with ya'll for a couple of weeks. I also kind of oneshot this XD
#dila spade#mama spades#ace trappola's mom#ace trappola's dad#trey clover's mom#trey clover's dad#riddle rosehearts's mom#riddle roseheart's dad#mama rosehearts#cheka kingscholar#grandma bucchi#anippola#deuce spade's mom#cater diamond's mom#cater diamond's dad#btw the guard who talks with Grandma Bucchi is no one in particular--she just suddenly appeared and I went YES#twst angst#twisted wonderland#đ§¸đwriting
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