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xplicitviewz · 25 days ago

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Tw: fluff, no smut this time guys :)

Dad!Sukuna waking up extra early in attempts to prove to you (more so himself) he doesn’t need your help with taking care of your kids when he’s by himself. You never doubted him but you were questioning if he was sure he’d be okay doing the morning routine for school.

“Are you sure? I can leave tomorrow.” You asked your husband after zipping up your suit case. Sukuna surprised you, booking you a 3 day trip to this spa resort you’ve been talking his ear off for at least weeks now. After the 3rd time of you asking, Sukuna looks at you with a scowling expression, “You don’t think I can take care of our kids without you?”

“What?! Sukuna I never said that, I just know how hectic mo-“

You didn’t get a chance to finish your sentence when you were practically thrown out (Sukuna stuffed your bags in the car and told you to leave) of your own home. You know he’s an amazing father and husband, but you also know how cranky he is in the mornings especially when he also has to get ready for work as well.

Shrugging as you put on your headphones, you listen to an audiobook, he’ll call if he needs anything. Sukuna on the other hand, he was confident, arrogant even, thinking he wouldn’t need to bother his amazing, beautiful wife while she was in a mini vacation. He is the head of the household after all…

Day 1

“Ouch daddy, you do it too hard!” His 5 year old daughter pouts crossing her hands. The signature scowl Sukuna holds, passed directly down to all of his kids. “Sorry.” He mumbles glaring at the stupid comb brush thingy he has.

“Dad, mama usually uses water.” His 7 year old son, who is also in the bathroom but decided he wanted to “do his own hair” whatever that means, he doesn’t argue. “And she uses my pink comb.” You daughter scoffs rubbing her head where Sukuna previously combs.

“Okay okay, just work with me.” Sukuna rolls his eyes and sighs, dropping the curly locks on his daughter’s hair. He almost grabbed his phone…almost. After the many tangles, 5 rubber bands breaking, and going through 85 different hairstyles before his daughter settled with one, Sukuna was already tired.

Next phase: lunches.

“I only want my sandwich cut into 3s daddy not four.” Your daughter cried looking inside her lunch box. “Huh?” Sukuna watches her confused trying to figure out how the hell you cut the sandwich into 3 squares. “Dad can I have some money too, I want to get a Gatorade from the vending machine.”

Sukuna takes the lunch box and digs in his pockets realizing he still even isn’t dressed yet. “Remind me in the car.” He looks at his son who nods and rushes upstairs.

Sukuna stares long and hard at the sand which…..”You crazy woman.” He mumbles, though his tone doesn’t match the fuzzy feeling he feels inside. “How about you take the 4 pieces, and give one to a friend?” Sukuna looks at his grumpy daughter. “No.” She crosses her arms, “I want it cut how mommy cuts it.”

“Princess brat.” Sukuna mumbles, of course he calls his kids brats, they are, but he wouldn’t have them any other way, because they are also the smartest and kindest kids too.

He takes one of the cut pieces and puts it on a napkin, handing back the lunch. “Thank you daddy, it’s perfect.” She gleams a big wide smile hugging her cheeks as she runs off.

Before he could take a breath, he hears small cries from his youngest, 9 month old daughter. He heads to the room and opens the door slowly, knowing she’s probably by the door. “Hey silly girl, why are you all the way over here.” He smiles seeing her bright eyes stare up at him with a sleepy smile.

He scoops her up in his arms and heads back to his room so he could get dressed for work. Usually you’d be home watching the baby while the other two are at school, but since you are currently unavailable, he would be taking his baby to work. He’s CEO anyways, so it didn’t matter. He already had his assistant order some food for her to store in the fridge and had bottles of milk ready to go.

By the time he finished putting on his suit he gathered all the kids, putting them in the car, safety heading off. A big smile sits on his face as Sukuna drives, he successfully won day 1.

That was until night time. Dinner was the one thing he forgot. Deciding on stopping somewhere to get pizza and milkshakes, which he ultimately regrets seeing as your toddler would not stop bouncing at the walls, your oldest also having some zoomies. They play tag around the house while Sukuna bathes your youngest who was clinched to him all day.

Not very comfortable in the work environment , he ended up keeping her strapped up to his chest, “Don’t worry sweetheart, after the next few days you’ll never have to step foot in a work environment. I’ll be sure of it.” He promises after seeing how uneasy she was. Knowing it was the new scenery, he’d rather pretend his daughter had personality and refuses to get a job, even go near one.

Everyone at the meetings tried their hardest not to awe at the baby, and even hold in their laughs when she would scowl just like their boss. They smile softly when they saw just how soft he was with her, and even let her babble when she would interrupt Sukuna, copying his movements sometimes.

Point is, she was tired and she was letting it be known. A fussy little one she was, while sukuna struggled to put the onesie in her, the kids screaming and playing in the background. After he placed her on the swing and turned on a baby cartoon so he could take care of the other two….except, she didn’t want that. “Tch, so bossy.” He smiles picking her up and grabbing the baby wrap.

“Now let’s get your other siblings ready for bed.”

“Can I have some water?”

“I really have to go pee.”

“Can you read ups a book?”

“Can you check the closet and under my bed?”

“Daddy I want a snack.”

“Mom sings us a song.”

“I’m not sleepy yet. Can we call mommy?”

It didn’t end. In fact, it barely did. The baby was long asleep on sukunas chest, the other two, barely snoring and mumbling sleepy nothings.

As soon as he laid the baby down in his bed, to get ready for a shower himself, guess who woke up. A soft groan and mumbling, Sukuna picked up the baby again, “why must you wake up when I’m about to get ready for bed as well? You have wonderful timing.” He jokes remembering the story of you going into labor while you guys were stuck in traffic on a freeway during rush hour. She wasn’t due for another couple of weeks.

After another few moments of rocking your daughter, sukuna laid her down softly, putting his pillow guard back around her and rushed off to the bathroom, taking the quickest shower known to mankind. As soon as he laid down next to the baby, he was out cold.

Day 2 went as expected, another chaotic morning but still on time for school and work. This time your daughter was crying about growing up because her feet grew bigger, therefore she could not weather favorite pair of pink shoes. Your son, well this time he wanted Sukuna to do his hair. As far as the baby, she wanted to be carried the entire time.

At the office, Sukuna had a set up of a small playpen filled with sensory toys, small books and lots of chewing toys. There was also the high chair and a baby swing near his desk. Sukuna noticed how people kept coming to his office more than usual.

He would frequent look up from his stack of papers to see his daughter just crawling around, or messing with a cabinet- organizing it, really.

“Alright missy it’s time to go to another boring meeting. Feel free to throw a tantrum 15 minutes in.” He gets up from his chair and walks towards his baby. Scooping her in his arms, walking back to grab the file needed and the baby wrap cloth.

The day went by and the night was approaching. Sukuna learned his mistake from yesterday. He left work early and went to the grocery store. “What are we feeling for dinner little one?” He looks at his drooling baby, who’s staring at him in awe.

Sukuna decided on something simple, something he’s seen you cook many times. By cook he means throw in the oven on days you don’t feel like cooking, Lasagna. He also grabbed some fresh garlic bread from the bakery section and a few things of easy lunches for tomorrow. He might also have caved and gave his daughter a fruit popsicles to occupy herself.

Night 2, success…..sort of….

The garlic bread was burnt and salad didn’t taste like yours. The lasagna however was marvelous. Very messy but still, filling. Now everyone sat at the table doing homework while sukuna cleans up.

“Dad I dont understand this.” Your son grumbles ready to throw the whole thing in the trash. Sukuna, holding the broom walks over and reads it. “What….the…fuck.” He thinks to himself.

“Whats this your learning?” He looks at the boy, who’s staring at the textbook as of it said something very offensive. “Math.”

“No shi- what part of math?” He catches himself.

“Daddy you need to put money in the swear jar.” Your daughter chimes in, still focused on her coloring activity for homework.

“I don’t know.” Your son looks at him, “please can I just do this in the morning? My head hurts.”

“Go shower and get ready for bed.” Sukuna says, mainly due to the fact he was tired himself.

“Daddy I’m all done, look!” She holds up the paper. “Looks wonderful as always.” He smiles softly pushing in the chair his son was just in.

The next few hours, were smoother than yesterday. Bath, 1000 questions, book, 50 more comments and opinions, then finally bedtime.

Once he closes the door to his kids room, he stares at his baby, “now it’s your turn.”

Sukuna was dozing off while holding your daughter, who only kept poking or chewing on his fingers waking him back up. When he finally realized she was asleep, he was halfway in a deep slumber himself. He quickly and smoothly laid her down in the bed and once again prepared himself for his own shower.

A long one where he thought long and hard about his wife. He misses her, although his pride was way far up his ass to call you for help, he realizes just everything you do. The smaller things never went unnoticed to him. In fact he always shows his appreciation and gratitude and respect for you…in his own way of course, but he’s now thinking isn’t doing nearly enough to really show you.

The both of you guys did work as a team, as a family, of course some things are different tasks and roles but nonetheless it’s as a family. But one thing is for sure, you are the household. Without you, it’s like a beaver dam slowly leaking water. Not fully, it’s fixable, but it’s clear that you are needed.

After his shower he heads downstairs to turn off all the lights before he spots the damn math textbook. Sighing to himself, he heads to make him a pot of coffee, getting a pallet ready for when the baby wakes up, and sits at the table, studying his son’s homework.

Many many hours and cups of coffee go by, baby in arms dead asleep-the pallet didn’t work- at last he finally understood the newer way to do the stupid math equations. Around 5am he made waffles bacon and eggs, with some orange juice on the side. After he woke up his son and they both sat at the table doing his homework. It took about an hour to finish and that’s when he daughter wakes up.

Day 3, success.

The kids were on time, they were excited to try to easy lunches he got from the store. Sukuna calls out of work that day and heads home.

The day was spent with the baby and him in the playpen. Sukuna fast asleep on his stomach while your daughter crawling all over him and playing with her toys. He doesn’t sleep for long, just a quick Power Nap before lunch and then cleaning up and the more play then a nap, etc etc etc.

You were headed home, picking up a small thing of takeout for dinner. It was going to be dinner time real soon. When you opened the front door, you saw all yoyr kids at the table, eating a pasta Sukuna spent all of the baby’s nap time learning to make. With baked chicken on the side- he called your mom for help with that.

“I knew I should’ve called.” You smile as you walk in the house. You kids both look at you and yell your name, running full speed. “I missed you guys too.” You squat to give them a hug and a kiss. “Here go out this in the fridge, we can eat it tomorrow for dinner or lunch for school.” You had the takeout bag off to your son, listening to your daughter talk about her day.

You make eye contact with your husband, watching as he feeds your baby some of the pasta, while holding the chicken in her hand absolutely demolishing it. He looks up to see you staring, and you both swear you guys fell back in love all over again- not that it ever died.

You join the dinner table, kissing your baby on the cheek while Sukuna makes you a plate. “This is really good baby.” You stuff your mouth full of the pasta. It truly was delicious.

Later on that night, after you laid your baby down in her crib, you stand and watch over her for a few more minutes. Sukuna creeps in the room, wrapping his arms around you and nesting his head in the crook of your neck, “Everytime. You truly amaze me every single time.” He mumbles against your skin.

“Hm? Really now?” You reply in amusement, moving your head to give him more room. “You tell me anything you want and it’s yours, or even the next time you want to go back to the spa.”

“You deserve it all, for everything you do.”

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This was definitely rushed but I had a cute daydream in my head, sukuna doing his daughter’s curly hair and decided to write this up.

Not proofread !!!!!

Some of this is inspired from the incredibles 2 when Bob was watching the kids, more specifically when he was helping dash with his homework.

Hope you guys enjoyed and everything.

Also to the moms out there, you deserve it all!!!! We really do this shit!!!!

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linoxpudding · 4 months ago

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Love That Remained- Bang Chan

summary: while your husband is on tour, something life shattering happens which leaves you both feeling shattered

pairing: bang chan x fem!reader

genre: angst, hurt/comfort, married with kids

word count: 2116 words

warnings: miscarriage, hospital setting, accident

a/n: based on this request

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The Kids: Eldest Daughter (Juliana - 7 years old) and Youngest Daughter (Aera - 4 years old)

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You were exhausted. No, exhaustion wasn’t a strong enough word—you were completely drained, body and soul.

Between caring for Juliana, your seven-year-old, and Aera, your four-year-old, while being heavily pregnant, you could barely function. The constant need to be everything—mother, caretaker, wife—while Chan was away on tour was wearing you thin.

You missed him desperately. The weight of his absence was suffocating, even though you knew he was doing what he loved. Every night, the ache of missing him settled in your chest, only dulled slightly when you saw his face on FaceTime.

His mother noticed your fatigue immediately. She always did. You were visiting your in-laws' place for dinner when she brought it up.

“Sweetheart,” she said gently after dinner, “why don’t I take the kids for the night? You look like you need some rest.”

You hesitated, glancing at your daughters. Juliana was animatedly telling her grandfather a story, and Aera was already curling up against her auntie Hannah’s side, half-asleep.

A night alone. A full night of sleep. The thought was almost too tempting.

“…Are you sure?” you asked, voice filled with guilt.

His mother smiled warmly, touching your hand. “You need to take care of yourself too, honey. The baby needs you strong.”

Your resolve crumbled. You kissed your daughters goodnight, whispering reassurances that you’d be back in the morning. Then you set off for home. It was only a short drive. You didn’t even think about it—just another routine part of life.

Then, everything shattered.

Headlights. A sharp turn. Tires screeching. A deafening impact.

Pain exploded in your body. A scream made it past your lips before darkness swallowed you whole.

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On the other side of the world your husband, Chan, was grinning as he wiped sweat from his forehead, heart still racing from the concert. The stadium had been packed, the energy electric. Fans screamed his name, sang every word of every song, and for two and a half hours, he had been on top of the world.

But now, all he wanted was to see his girls.

His adrenaline hadn’t settled, but there was only one thing on his mind—his nightly FaceTime with you and the kids. This was his favorite part of the night—seeing his daughters’ sleepy faces, hearing you whisper, I miss you before falling asleep with your phone still connected.

Pulling out his phone, he checked the time. Time zones were tricky. He knew you would fall asleep by the time he got back at his hotel, so immediately after the concert, he waited for your call.

But the call didn’t come. He frowned, glancing at the time. Maybe you were tired. Maybe you had put the girls to bed early.

Still, something gnawed at his chest.

He was about to text you when the dressing room door opened and Changbin and Felix entered.

Chan barely looked up. “One sec, just waiting for Y/N and the girls.”

Neither of them said anything.

The silence made Chan glance up.

Changbin looked pale. Felix’s lips were pressed together tightly, like he was holding back something.

Chan’s stomach dropped.

“What?”

Neither of them spoke. The room felt colder.

“Guys?” His voice wavered slightly. “What is it?”

Felix swallowed. Changbin shifted uncomfortably.

Chan laughed, though it was shaky. “What’s going on?”

Changbin and Felix looked at each other nervously. Changbin took a step closer, “Chan, sit down.”

Chan became worried, “Is something wrong with my parents? My siblings?” He didn’t even take your name or his daughters' names because his mind refuses to go there, there cannot be anything wrong with you or the kids, nope. He scoffed lightly. “Come on, why do you guys look like that?”

Nobody laughed. His heart dropped.

Changbin took a deep breath. “Chan, it’s Y/N.”

The world tilted. Chan sat frozen, breath caught in his throat.

“There was an accident.”

His stomach churned, nausea rising to his throat. “No.” His voice cracked.

Felix reached for him, but Chan jerked back.

“No.” Chan shook his head violently. “No, she—she was just with the kids. She was on her way home—”

Felix squeezed his shoulder. “Hyung—”

No, that wasn’t right. You had just texted him hours ago. You had dinner at his parents’ house. You were fine.

“Where are the kids?” Chan demanded, voice rising. “Were they—were they with her?”

“No. They’re with your parents.”

Chan exhaled sharply, his body sagging for a moment.

Then, his expression turned ice-cold, “Where is she now?”

A suffocating silence.

“Changbin.” His voice trembled.

Changbin looked down. “She’s in surgery.”

Chan’s hands curled into fists and his breathing was ragged now, his chest rising and falling unevenly, “Book me a flight. Now.”

Chan barely heard anything else. He was already moving.

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The flight felt endless. Chan sat in his seat, fists clenched, his foot bouncing violently against the floor. His mind refused to shut off.

You. The baby.

His brain kept repeating the same words, the same images. You, lying in a hospital bed. You, unconscious. You, hurt. He should’ve been there. He should’ve been driving you home. He should’ve told you to wait until morning. He was supposed to protect you. He wasn’t supposed to be thousands of miles away while you were fighting for your life.

Tears burned at his eyes, but he refused to let them fall. Not here. Not yet.

He was praying silently. Please. Let them be okay. Please, God.

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The hospital was eerily quiet at this hour. Chan ran through the corridors, barely stopping to listen to the nurses directing him. His parents were standing near your room, eyes red and swollen.

His mother turned first. When she saw him, her face crumbled, and she reached for him, “Chris—”

“Where is she?” His voice barely worked, throat dry from the flight, from the panic that had been clawing at him for hours.

His father placed a steady hand on his shoulder. “She’s inside.” His voice cracked.

Chan didn’t wait. He pushed the door open. Then he saw you and the sight nearly broke him.

You were lying on the hospital bed, wires and tubes surrounding you, your face unnaturally pale against the stark white sheets. The rhythmic beep of the monitors was the only indication that you were still there.

His stomach twisted violently.

“Baby?” His voice cracked as he took a shaky step forward.

You didn’t move. The hospital room felt suffocating.

“No,” he whispered, rushing to your bedside. “No, baby, please don’t do this.”

His hands shook as he reached for yours, wrapping his fingers around your smaller, colder ones.

“Wake up,” he pleaded, his breath hitching. “Please, baby. Please. You’re my world, you hear me? I don’t know how to be me without you.”

His vision blurred, hot tears slipping down his cheeks.

“It’s us against the world, right?” His voice cracked as he cupped your face with one hand while his other was intertwined with yours. “Juliana and Aera need you… I need you.”

Silence. His shoulders trembled as he pressed his forehead against your hand, his body shaking with the force of his grief.

“Please. Please, wake up. Please, come back to me,” he sobbed.

Minutes turned into hours then he heard a soft sound. A quiet inhale.

“…Chan?”

His head snapped up so fast his neck ached. His breath caught in his throat as he watched your eyes flutter open, unfocused and heavy with exhaustion.

“Sweetheart?” His voice was hoarse, broken.

You blinked slowly, dazed, confused. Your lips parted, dry and cracked.

“The baby?” you whispered.

The world stopped. Chan felt his chest tighten painfully, his heart screaming at him, warning him. He already heard the bad news that shattered his world, hours ago from your doctor. The words slammed into Chan’s chest like a freight train.

Before he could answer, the door opened.

Your doctor entered, clipboard in hand.

Chan’s stomach plummeted.

The doctor’s expression was calm, but his eyes held sympathy. “Mrs. Bang, how are you feeling?”

You swallowed, glancing down at your hand still held tightly in Chan’s. “Weak,” you admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “But… my baby?”

The doctor sighed softly, stepping closer.

Chan’s grip on your hand tightened.

“I’m so sorry,” the doctor said gently. “Due to the severity of the accident, you suffered a placental abruption. The trauma was too much for the baby to survive.”

Your breath hitched. Your lips parted, but no sound came out.

The doctor continued, his voice soft. “We did everything we could.”

Chan felt your entire body begin to tremble.

“No,” you whispered, your free hand pressing against your stomach as if you could somehow feel what had been lost.

“I’m so sorry,” the doctor repeated, his voice laced with sorrow.

Your breath hitched. A choked, heartbroken sob ripped from your throat, and Chan broke. Tears blurred his vision as he pulled you into his arms, holding you as tightly as he could. You sobbed against his chest, your fingers clutching at his shirt, your body wracked with grief.

“I’m sorry,” you choked out between sobs. “I’m so sorry—”

Chan cupped the back of your head, pressing his lips against your temple. His own tears fell freely, his body shaking as he held onto you.

“Don’t,” he whispered, his voice shattered. “Don’t do that. This isn’t your fault.”

You let out another sob, curling into him. “I should’ve been more careful—”

“No,” he said firmly, pulling back just enough to look into your tear-streaked face. His hands framed your cheeks, thumbs brushing away the tears that kept falling. “No, baby. This wasn’t your fault. Don’t carry this.”

Your lip trembled. “Chan—”

He shook his head, his own voice breaking. “We lost our baby. Together. You didn’t fail. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

You pressed your forehead against his, sobs still wracking your body. His hands shook as he held you tighter, as if he could somehow shield you from this pain.

“I should’ve been there,” he whispered.

You pulled back, eyes red, swollen.

“Chan—” your voice cracked. “It wasn’t your fault.”

He let out a choked sound. “It wasn’t yours either.”

You broke again, burying your face in his chest. He held you as you sobbed, as your grief tore through you both.

“We were supposed to meet them,” you whispered, voice raw. “We were supposed to hold them.”

Chan let out a choked sound, his hands tightening around you,“I know,” he whispered. “I know, baby.”

Your arms wrapped around his neck, clinging to him like he was the only thing keeping you grounded. He pressed desperate kisses against your forehead, your hair, anywhere he could reach.

“I love you,” he whispered. “We’ll get through this.”

Your breath was shaky. “How?”

He closed his eyes, inhaling deeply. “I don’t know yet, but we would.”

Because he would never let go. Because you needed each other. Because even though the weight of grief was suffocating, crushing, unbearable—

You had to be brave. For Juliana. For Aera. For the family that still needed you. Chan held you even tighter, pressing his lips to your forehead, his tears mixing with yours.

“We have to be strong,” he whispered. “For them.”

Your breath hitched, your body trembling against him.

“They don’t know yet,” you whispered, voice raw.

Chan closed his eyes. The thought of his children, so innocent, so full of love and joy—waiting for you both. Not knowing the storm that had just shattered your world. His heart ached.

“We’ll tell them together,” he murmured. “When you’re ready.”

You let out a small, broken sob, gripping his shirt like a lifeline. “I don’t know how to do this, Chan.”

His hands ran up and down your back, soothing, steady, even when he felt anything but steady.

“We’ll figure it out,” he promised. “One day at a time.”

You nodded against his chest, but he could still feel the way your body trembled, the way grief clung to every breath. He exhaled shakily, pressing another kiss to your forehead. “You’re not alone in this, baby. You’ll never be alone.”

Your arms tightened around him, your fingers digging into his back. “I love you,” you whispered, voice so fragile it nearly broke him all over again.

“I love you more,” he choked out.

For a while, you just held each other.

The hospital room was quiet except for the sound of your breathing, the occasional sniffle, the weight of everything you had lost.

But outside, beyond these walls—two little children were waiting.

And no matter how shattered you both felt, no matter how much the loss threatened to pull you under, you had to keep going. For them. For your family. For the love that still remained.

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chaoticwriting · 7 months ago

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Part 3

Danny X Cass Part 4

They arrive at the pantry in just a moment. Danny, Cass and the rest of the batfam go to take their seat while Clark and Diana go to make some teas and snacks. Danny and Cass sit beside each other with the other side of Cass being Spoiler. Opposite of Danny is Bruce while beside him are Nightwing and Robin. Red Robin takes a chair and sits right behind Batman while still taping on his wrist computer.

Batman, Nightwing and Robin keep staring at Danny while Clark and Diana prepare the snacks and teas but Danny doesn't look nervous at all. As much as Danny wants to take all of them seriously, he really can't when he knows what he knows.

A moment later Clark and Diana come with 2 trays of snacks and teas and put them on the table. They take a chair each and sit near the end of the table. Clark and Diana can feel the intense glares from 3 bats. Both of them glance at the target in question and they can see that the guy takes the glare with stride. It's like the person that is being glared at is someone else.

Suddenly, a loud ding sounded in the room. Danny takes out his phone and a grin spreads on his face. Danny shows the screen to Cass and she also releases a few giggles. Feeling the glares becoming more intense, Danny puts his phone on the table and lets everyone see what he is seeing.

On his phone is a selfie of Dan holding a bloodied Darkseid in one hand with a caption "Can't even give out a decent fight. Even Boxy is a better sparring partner than him." Another message entered Danny's phone and there is a selfie of Elle with Danny's clone bitch slapping Trigon in the background. "This place is so cool. You gotta bring me here to play more." Danny shows the rest of the heroes that the deed is done and they finally relax. Clark stands up from his table and goes back to the other room to inform the other heroes that the threat had already been taken care of.

Danny then puts back his phone and continues drinking his tea. Heh. They might think that they are being scary but they don't even know even now Danny is still flirting with Cass. That's one of the benefits of being able to read the opponent's body language and ghost speak. To others holding hands is just holding hands but to them, holding hands can be used to convey all of your emotions.

They stay like that for a while longer until Clark returns from the other room. Seeing Clark fully seated, Bruce finally speaks.

"Who are you really?" Bruce asks with the most intimidating voice he can use.

"Didn't I say? I'm Danny Phantom. High King of Infinite Realm etc etc. I have a lot of titles but the high King one is the only important one." Danny says carelessly.

"How old are you?" Bruce asks.

"20"

"Impossible." Red Robin suddenly interjects.

"Why is it impossible?" Danny looks curiously at him. He genuinely doesn't know why it is impossible.

"There are records of you all across time all the way back to the ancient human. There are even traces of you in multiple pantheons." Red Robin says.

"Oh, you mean that. Duh, it's easy. I time travel. It's quite easy to time travel when your pops is the master of time." Danny says.

"But didn't you say Clockwork hates when someone messes with time?" Superman asks.

"If there is a time traveler that messes with the timeline, who do you think will deal with the guy? It certainly ain't that old man. He sends me to deal with the time traveler/magician who are trying to change the timeline." Danny says.

"Is Clockwork your father then?" Diana asks.

"Adopted parents. He is my parents/mentor for anything ghost related. Well actually for most things related except personal human problems." Danny says.

"How long have you known Black Bat?" Nightwing asks. Finally the real question.

"Wait, I think 10 years now. You are 21 right Cass? I remember when I first met her she was being chased down by this weird ninja. After I shot a few of them down with my Fenton Taser, Cass handled the rest of them. She then passed out from exhaustion and I brought her to my secret hideout (A cave Danny found just then). After a few days, Cass fully recovered and since then, she and I have been meeting every few months whenever she comes around."

"Also, I know all of your real identity. The phrase 'Dead man tells no tales' is a complete bs by the way. The ghosts really like gossiping. Like that one time I heard a ghost say that he sees Bruce fall into the dumpster because his grappling hook is jammed. Or that one time Dick got catcalled by an old lady."

The bats (except Cass)froze when they hear that Danny knows their secret identity. Bruce sighs and takes off his cowl followed by the rest of the family.

"Do you also know my identity, Danny?" Clark asks.

"Yes, I know you Kal-el. Your parents are very proud of what you have become."

"You met Ma and Pa?"

"Your biological parents."

"You- you've met my parents?" Clark's voice shakes. Danny nods while smiling warmly.

"If you want, I can set up a meeting with your parents. Not for long of course. It's not good for a mortal to be inside the realm for too long. And that invitation extends to all of you."

Most of them stilled at that invitation.

#danny phantom #dead silent #danny x cass #dp x dc crossover #dpxdc #batfam #cassandra cain #justice league

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melosliving · 6 months ago

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Can you do a fic where reader and Aaron are married and have been for years. But the public didn’t know about the reader. They thought Aaron was single. But anyways reader makes cooking videos on TikTok and is pregnant with a baby and somehow they put 2 and 2 together and realize they are married. The public is surprised that he has a wife. And now everyone is calling them a cute couple.

Thank you for your request !!! Let me cook and I hope you’ll like it ❤️❤️

aaron pierre x wife!reader

folks discovering y’all are married with a baby on the way …

You’d been craving jollof rice all week, so naturally, you decided to make it and turn the process into a TikTok. Pregnancy cravings weren’t something to play with, and your audience always loved your cooking content anyway.

The video was perfect—vibrant colors, smooth transitions, and a warm, inviting voiceover walking your viewers through each step.

“Once the tomato base has reduced,” your voice explained as the pot of rich red sauce simmered on the screen, “you’ll add the parboiled rice and mix it thoroughly so it soaks up all that flavor—”

But right as you reached the next step, a familiar voice cut in. Deep, smooth, and unmistakably British. “That’s looking good, love. You saving me a plate, yeah?”

You could hear the smile in your voice as you replied, “Aaron, I’m recording.”

“And I’m hungry, girl,” he quipped, unfazed, clearly not realizing his voice had been picked up by the mic.

“I always save a plate for you baby,” you replied softly, with a little laugh, before continuing your voiceover like nothing happened.

At the time, you didn’t think much of it. Just another normal moment with your husband. You edited the video, uploaded it, and figured the focus would stay on the jollof rice. But your followers? They had other priorities.

The comments section was on fire within minutes.

#tiktok!comments

@ user 1 WAIT. Is that Aaron Pierre???

@user 2 Not this deep British voice interrupting mid-recipe… I KNOW THAT’S HIM.

@user 3 She said Aaron like it was casual. GIRL, WE KNOW.

@user 4 Y’all… she’s pregnant, cooking jollof, and married to Aaron Pierre? I’m logging off.

People began dissecting the video like detectives. The way your tone softened when you spoke to him, the casual back-and-forth, the fact that he felt comfortable interrupting at all—it all added up. By the end of the day, his name was trending, and everyone was convinced they’d cracked the case: not only were you married to the Aaron Pierre, but you were also having his baby.

The next morning, Aaron found out before you did. He was sitting on the couch, scrolling through TikTok, grinning like a kid. “Love,” he called out, “you’ve got to see this.”

You shuffled into the room, hand on your growing belly, already suspicious of the look on his face. “What now?”

He handed you his phone, showing an edit someone had made of your video. They’d slowed it down, isolated his voice, and overlaid the words NOT AARON PIERRE INTERRUPTING HER MID-JOLLOF in bold text.

“They’re really out here doing audio forensics,” you said, shaking your head with a laugh. Aaron smirked, leaning back as you sat beside him. “To be fair, they’ve got a point. Who wouldn’t want to know who’s eating that jollof?”

You shot him a playful look. “I was trying to focus on the recipe, and here you are soft-launching yourself as my husband.”

“Soft-launching?” He laughed. “I thought we were past the soft launch when you started wearing your ring in those videos.”

You glanced at him, raising an eyebrow. “I’m blaming you for this one. You couldn’t even let me finish the voiceover before talking about plates.”

“What can I say?” He rested his hand on your belly, his voice dropping to that teasing tone. “It smelled good, and I’ve got to look out for you and baby.”

By the end of the day, the internet had pieced together everything. Fans unearthed old TikToks where Aaron’s voice could be faintly heard in the background, and someone even pulled up an interview clip of him saying, “My wife makes the best jollof rice—and she’s pregnant, so I get even more of it.”

Your comments section was relentless:

@unknown 1. Black love, jollof rice, and a baby? Y’all won.”

@user 5 Imagine carrying Aaron Pierre’s baby AND making him jollof. Sis, you’re living my dream.

@unknown 2 She’s cooking for two, and Aaron’s eating for three. I’m obsessed with this family already.

That night, as you lay curled up on the couch together, scrolling through all the reactions, Aaron leaned down and kissed your temple. “I think they’re excited for us.”

You laughed softly, resting your hand over his on your belly. “I think they’re more excited for you.”

“Nah.” He smiled, looking at you like you were the only thing in the world. “It’s us, love. It’s always us.”

@ melosliving 2025

#aaron pierre #aaron pierre x black reader #mufasa : the lion king #aaron pierre fluff #aaron pierre x reader

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ariestrxsh · 8 months ago

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sub!virgin!matt x neighbor!reader

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 content warning: smut, some fluff, some angst, mommy kink, edging, handjob

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊 summary: while spending time with matt, you start to find out more about his past, which leads to your first disagreement with one another

dividers by @/anitalenia

Me & U

chapters: | 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 |

"What if I came and cleaned it up for you with my mouth?" You said in a sultry tone through the phone. You smirked at Matt through the window after you watched him finish using his new sex toy, but he'd already grabbed an old t-shirt and was wiping up the mess he made.

"I'll tell you what. You can clean up the next one," he said in a breathy voice on the other end of the line. "I'd be honored," you replied, squeezing your thighs together to relieve some of the tension you were feeling.

"I'd love it if you came over, though. My dad's gone," Matt bit his lip. "What are we gonna do?" You asked him. "Anything you want," he responded. "Anything?" You wondered in a flirtatious tone. "Within reason," Matt chuckled at how dirty-minded you were.

"I'll be over soon," you replied, hanging up the phone and hurrying over to the neighbor boy's house. You let yourself in through Matt's front door, taking in all of the changes that had taken place since you'd last been over.

There were actually kitchen appliances on the counters and portraits on the wall of Matt in his younger years. You smiled, running your fingers along the frames and the glass before making your way up the staircase.

You turned the door knob to Matt's room, and as you swung open the door, he was pulling his zipper closed and still trying to catch his breath. He looked up at you and smiled. "So, what do you think of your new fleshlight?" You teased Matt.

"I think you know what I think," Matt playfully rolled his eyes. "I'm glad you like it," you leaned up against his door frame and looked him up and down. "Like is an understatement," he said, taking his toy to his bathroom to rinse it out. "Your house is coming together nicely," you called to him from his bedroom as your eyes glossed over the new additions to his space.

"Thanks. My dad and I had a lot of time to unpack today," Matt called back to you. You sifted through a few vinyls Matt had stored on a shelf beneath his record player. "I didn't know you were a music fan," you told him. "I mean, who doesn't love music?" Matt asked, coming back into the room and studying the way you ran your dainty fingers across his music collection.

"Yeah, but you listen to really good music," you replied, taking a Led Zeppelin album off of the shelf and slipping the record into the player. Traveling Riverside Blues came through clearly on the speaker. "What can I say? I have my dad's taste," he shrugged. You picked up Matt's journal off his desk and started flitting through the pages.

"May I?" You asked, glancing up at him. "I mean, I just came on the phone with you. I don't see why you can't read my journal," Matt chuckled and reached around to rub the back of his neck like he always did when he was nervous.

There was nothing written for the day the two of you had met, but there was an entry written for the day after. "I met my new neighbor yesterday. She's kind of a slut," your jaw dropped as you read the words on the page and peered up to look at Matt.

"Look, I know that wasn't the nicest way to put it," Matt said, walking towards you, prepared to de-escalate your anger. "Don't worry. It turns me on to be called that," your shocked expression turned to a smirk, and you continued reading the next sentence.

"She's really hot, and she seems to know what she wants. I like that about her. She's nothing like May. Who's May?" You wondered, glancing up from the leather book again. "My ex-girlfriend," Matt timidly told you.

"I didn't know you had dated anyone before," you relayed in a surprised tone. "We dated for about three years, but she's the only girlfriend I've ever had," Matt admitted to you. "Three years? Why'd you guys break up?" You wondered aloud.

There was a moment of silence before Matt answered you. "We ended things because I moved away," Matt said with a somber tone in his voice. Your stomach dropped. "So you guys broke up recently," you replied, fiddling with the leather cover. "Yeah, fairly recently," Matt said.

"So, you're not over her yet? I mean, it would be crazy if you were. It was a three-year long relationship that ended recently," You insinuated, trying to hold back the tears that were beginning to form in your eyes.

"I mean, I don't even know what it means to get over someone. I've never had to do it before," Matt said defensively. "Why didn't you tell me about her?" You narrowed your gaze at him.

"It didn't come up, and I was waiting until the right time to tell you," he answered you. "Do you still love her?" You wondered with a hurt look on your face, and Matt stood silently, staring at you for a moment.

You shut off the record player. "It's a simple question, Matthew. Are you still in love with her?" You interrogated him with a bit of anger in your tone now, crossing your arms over your chest.

"We ended things a couple weeks ago. How am I supposed to say no?" Matt asked, raising the volume of voice. "Do you guys still talk?" You wondered, taking a step closer to him.

"She texted me last night and asked me how I liked my new house. I was too high to answer her, but I texted her back this morning," Matt hesitantly admitted, shrugging his shoulder and sticking his hands in his pockets.

You didn't want Matt to see you cry, so you spun around without saying another word, bounded down the stairs, and ran out the front door. You headed for your backyard to be alone and collect your thoughts, climbing up the ladder to your treehouse as hot tears started falling from your eyes.

You knew that Matt and May weren't together anymore, but it was the fact that he still had leftover feelings for a girl he'd probably still be dating if he lived in the same state as her. Not only was he still in love with another girl, but a girl that, in his words, was very different from you.

On top of it all, you had always struggled with jealousy in relationships. Your mind raced through the worst-case scenarios. What would happen if Matt went back to visit May, or what if she traveled here to visit him? You wondered if it would change the way he felt about you.

You were wiping your tears with the back of your hand and sniffling when Matt poked his head up from under the treehouse as he followed you up the ladder. "I didn't mean to make you cry," he timidly said, looking at you with his big, blue eyes. "Did I say the wrong thing?"

You wanted to shout at him and tell him to leave you alone. You wanted to say anything to hurt him to make him feel what you were feeling. You wanted to hide behind your tough facade, secretly afraid to be vulnerable with him, but you couldn't look at him and imagine being mean to him or raising your voice at him.

"I don't want you to be in love with May," you blurted out as you started to sob again. Matt climbed into the shelter with you, his journal in hand, placing it in his lap as he sat beside you, wiping away your tears.

"It's just still fresh. That's all. It was three years, and the reason we broke up was beyond our control, but it doesn't make sense for us to be together, and now that I've met you.." Matt trailed off, rubbing your back.

"Since you met me, what?" You asked softly, lifting your head. "Well, you didn't even finish the journal entry, silly." Matt handed you his leather notebook, and despite your hesitancy to read on and hurt your own feelings worse, you opened it back up to the page you left off on.

"She's nothing like May. The more time I spend around her, the more I realize things I didn't really like about May and my relationship with her. Like how passive she was, how she always kept me guessing about how she felt about me, and the way she never disagreed with anything I said or challenged any of my beliefs," you read aloud.

"Wait, you actually like that I'm disagreeable and direct?" You asked, peering up at him, surprised because those were usually the qualities people criticized you for. "Yeah, those are my favorite things about you. It's refreshing to meet someone like you," Matt told you, looking into your eyes.

"I'm sorry I stormed off," you apologized. "I'm not upset," Matt assured you. "I just wasn't sure whether I was supposed to follow you or not."

You two sat silently for a few moments, just staring into each other's eyes, and the magnetic force between you and Matt pulled you each closer to one another until your lips were locked. The chemistry between you both when you'd kiss was undeniable, and you could each confirm that you felt it through your body language in the way your hands would wander, never being able to pull each other close enough.

"Do you wanna get high and go lay on your floor and Iisten to your records?" You asked him, looking into his blue eyes and caressing his face once you pulled back from the kiss. "Sure, but I'm only taking one hit," Matt looked at you, wide-eyed and smiling.

"That's really all you need," you smiled back at him, reaching for your stash and pulling a pre-rolled joint out of a plastic bag. You lit it up, exhaling smoke and watching it dissipate into the air.

"Do you wanna shotgun kiss again?" You asked Matt. "Shotgun kiss?" He reiterated in a confused tone. "Yeah, it's where I take a hit, and then we kiss, and I blow it into your mouth," you smirked at him. He nodded at you, leaning in as you took a drag, the cherry end of the joint glowing and crackling as you gently pulled from it.

Your lips softly brushed up against Matt's, blowing out the weed smoke as he breathed in and gave him a couple of pecks before pulling away. He exhaled, expelling the wispy, grey smoke from his lungs. "I don't think I'll ever get used to that," Matt laughed in between coughs.

You took a few more hits while you silently stared at the cute boy beside you. You watched as his eyelids grew heavy and the whites of his eyes turned a bit red. "Let's go check out your record collection," you suggested to Matt, nudging him in the arm and putting out the joint.

The two of you descended the ladder as the sun sank lower below the horizon, leaving behind a bright orange sky in its wake. You followed Matt's silhouette out your gate and back over the path that led to his house.

You found yourself lying on Matt's giant rug in the middle of his room while he laid his head next to yours but had his feet pointed in the opposite direction. You both stared up at the ceiling as Riders on the Storm by The Doors came through over the speaker of the record player, sounding textured and crisp.

"Can I stay the night here?" You asked Matt, peering over at him and his glazed over expression. "I don't see why not," Matt shrugged, looking at you wide-eyed. He did want you to stay the night, but he was afraid that you had certain sexual expectations about how the night would go.

"I'm not ready to have sex with you yet," Matt blurted out, searching your expression for a reaction and wondering if he was being too presumptuous by saying that. "That's okay. I understand. Could we maybe do other stuff?" You nibbled on your lip, looking at him hungrily. "I think I'd be okay with that," Matt nervously replied, nodding at you timidly.

The two of you enjoyed your highs a bit longer as The Doors' L.A. Woman album played through its track list until you were both too tired to keep your eyes open. Matt switched off the light, and you, the record player.

The two of you climbed into Matt's bed, stripping down into your underwear, nestling under the covers, and cuddling. Matt couldn't help but to get hard with your half-naked body curled up so closely to his with your nose nuzzled into his neck.

You guys heard Matt's dad pull up in his loud, rust-colored pickup truck, casting shadows across the bedroom as the headlights danced through the window. It's not that Matt wasn't allowed to have girls sleep over, but he certainly didn't think his father would approve of it, so the two of you silently decided to keep your staying the night a secret.

It wasn't long after Matt's dad came in through the door that he trudged up the stairs and made his way into his bathroom, turning on the shower and getting ready for bed. You and Matt laid in the dark, the only bit of light pouring into the room from a nearby street lamp, and you fell asleep shortly after in each other's arms.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

A couple hours later, you woke up to some movement in the bed. You figured Matt must have been tossing and turning, trying to get comfortable. You listened a little more closely, and you heard soft noises and labored breathing coming from him.

As your eyes adjusted to the low lighting, you caught a glimpse of desire on his face while he grinded against his pillow, desperate for relief. You watched quietly for a few minutes as he rutted into his blankets and listened as your name faintly fell from his lips. You smirked at how needy he was being.

"Need some help?" Your voice broke through his breathy whimpers. "What?" He asked, immediately stopping and acting like he'd just woken up. "Help me with what? I don't know what you mean."

"Oh, you naughty boy. Are you lying to me right now?" You moved closer to him, speaking in a low whisper while you tenderly grabbed him by his jaw. "Wanna try that again, hmm? You gonna tell me you weren't just humping your pillow?" You asked in a quiet voice.

"I'm sorry, mommy. It's so hard. It hurts," he whined in a bratty tone. You started slowly kissing Matt's neck, and you felt his body tighten against you. "I'm gonna make it feel all better," you moaned against his ear.

"My dad's asleep in the next room," Matt said quietly before letting out a stifled moan. "Makes it more hot that way, doesn't it? When it's a secret? When you have to keep your volume low? When it's risky and you could be caught if you're too loud?" You cooed, gently brushing your fingers over the fabric of his underwear, exciting him even further.

"Mmm. I dont know," he softly purred as you caressed his member. "I'll stop if you want me to. You know, so your dad doesn't hear us," you teased, whispering into his ear and delicately touching your lips to his ear lobe before kissing it. "No. Please. Keep going," he moaned quietly.

You slipped your hand into the waistband of his boxers and started running your fingers along his length while your lips moved back down to his neck. You could feel each of his veins as you lightly grazed him, testing how much teasing he could take.

He kept anticipating you wrapping your fingers around his thickness and sighing every time you didn't. "Why are you teasing so much?" He softly whimpered. You gave him a gentle squeeze, quietly chuckling at his neediness.

Finally, with his cock in your grip, you started to move your hand up and down, stroking his length while soft, delicate whimpers poured from his lips. "How do you like that, baby?" You asked in a voice just barely louder than a whisper.

"I love it, mommy. Please don't stop," he begged in a hushed volume. "Good boy," you cooed back as you started to pick up the pace a bit. "You can't finish until I tell you to," you added at the end.

He let out a long sigh. "But mommy. I'm already so close," he quietly cried. "Then you'd better get ahold of yourself," you responded in a sultry moan. He nodded at you obediently.

You couldn't tell how big he was because it was dark in the room, and you were jerking him off under his blanket, but it felt bigger than average. You noted that your fingers struggled to wrap around his girth, and your strokes felt long as you pumped his length back and forth. You couldn't wait until the day you'd get to see it.

You felt a wet warmth between your legs as you listened to the boy whimper beneath you while you continued sucking on his neck. "Mommy, please," he whispered. "Please, what?" You softly cooed against his hot skin.

"Please let me cum," he said in a strangled moan. "Not yet, baby." You smirked as you brushed your thumb over the tip, spreading around his pre-cum and eliciting more clear liquid from his sensitive slit.

"Mommy," he desperately whined, struggling to keep his volume down. "Sh, sh, sh," you whispered back into his ear while you stroked him mercilessly, admiring his facial expression that was saturated with pleasure in the dim, cool light offered by the street lamp.

His eyebrows were brought together, causing a little wrinkle between them, and his eyes were tightly closed. He caught his lip between his teeth in an attempt to muffle his pleasured sounds, which he did poorly.

You slowed down, taunting him some more. "No more teasing," Matt said in a breathy voice. "Oh. Please, mommy. Mmm. Need to - oh - need to cum so bad," Matt managed to get out in a series of broken moans and stifled whimpers.

You sped the pace back up for him, covering every inch of his cock, sending ripples of satisfaction through his body. "Please," he said once more. "Wait," you told him in a quiet, stern voice. He nodded at you with a submissive expression on his face.

You slowed down again, drawing out the process, really making him beg for it. He huffed in response. "If you wanna get an attitude with me, I'll stop and leave you unfinished," you replied, slowing the pace of your strokes.

"Mommy, please. I'm sorry. I won't get an attitude," he weakly answered, gripping your wrist to keep you from removing your hand from his dick. "Then be a good boy for mommy, okay?" You whispered, taking your free hand and tilting Matt's chin so that he was looking at you. He nodded, releasing his grasp on you.

You pumped back and forth again, fisting his cock while he started writhing under your control. "Good boy. You're doing such a good job," you cooed. Your name passed through his lips a few more times along with a few oohs and aahs.

"Mommy, please," Matt sobbed. You ignored his pleas, continuing your strokes, paying special attention to the head every time you brushed against it.

You felt him twitch against your palm, his dick begging for sweet release. Matt was so close to the edge, graciously trying to hold out just for you, but he wasn't used to waiting to cum or asking for permission to finish, but he was discovering how much he liked it.

He was so grateful when these next words left your mouth because he didn't know how much more he could take.

"You've been such a good boy. Why don't you cum for mommy?" You whispered into his ear before you went back to kissing his neck. "Yes, mommy," he pathetically whined. He'd been waiting.

You saw the muscles in his face tighten in the dim light as his cock pulsated in your hand, blowing his load into your palm. His orgasm lasted several seconds due to how much you'd edged him, and he emitted a few guttural groans before a smile overcame his expression.

"Good boy," you whispered once more, kissing his forehead. He looked up at you breathlessly with his big, blue eyes and a satisfied grin on his face.

You got up and wandered into Matt's bathroom to clean the evidence off your hands, and once you got back into Matt's bed, the two of you wrapped yourselves up in each other.

You drifted back off to sleep, your legs intertwined with his and your head buried into his chest while you listened to the sound of his slowing heartbeat as his vitals returned to normal after his climax. Soon, you and Matt were both soundly asleep again.

𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊𓋼𓍊

You woke up early on Wednesday to the sound of the birds chirping and the morning sun peeking in through Matt's window as it came up over the hills.

You let out a big yawn, and you heard the cute boy beside you begin to stir. His eyes fluttered open, and your image became clearer as he adjusted to the change in lighting.

"Good morning, pretty boy," you said in a soft murmur. "Good morning, baby. You're up early," he mumbled back in his sexy morning voice. "I know. I have to work today," you told him, climbing out of bed and putting back on the clothes you'd wandered out of last night.

Matt reached for you with a pouty look on his face when he realized he wasn't going to get to see you until after your shift. You leaned in and kissed him. "How do you usually get to work?" Matt wondered out loud.

"I usually just walk. It's only a few blocks," you shrugged. "If you get back in this bed and cuddle with me for ten more minutes, I'll take you to work in the truck," Matt smiled up at you. "Deal," you replied, climbing back into bed and wrapping your arms around Matt for a few minutes longer.

"If you want to go run over to your place and get dressed for work, I'll go start up the truck," Matt offered, grinning at you. "That would be really sweet of you," you softly replied. The two of you left Matt's room, tiptoeing down the stairs and trying to stay as quiet as possible to keep from waking Matt's dad and blowing your little secret.

All your efforts were for naught when you and Matt made your way into the kitchen, realizing Matt's dad was already awake. He was sitting at the kitchen table, reading his Bible, and drinking a cup of coffee.

"Oh, good morning. I didn't realize you stayed over last night," his dad said, peering up at you both from the page, his gaze dancing between you and Matt. "Morning, Mr. Sturniolo," you timidly said, avoiding addressing the sleepover.

"Uh, hi Dad," Matt responded, reaching behind his head and rubbing the back of his neck nervously. "I'm gonna take the truck to go drop my friend off at work really quick," Matt said, picking the keys up off the counter.

"Why don't I come with you guys? So I can learn a little more about your friend here?" Matt's dad asked, getting up from his seat at the table and extending his arm for Matt to hand over the keys.

Matt gulped, knowing that on top of figuring out you had stayed the night, now he was also going to know what you did for work. He reluctantly forked over the keys. "I'll meet you guys at the truck in about a half hour," you said, giving Matt a quick, awkward side hug.

You couldn't get out of the situation quickly enough.

The whole time you were showering, changing into clean clothes, and brushing your hair and your teeth, you were dreading how awkward the drive over was going to be. You resented that this was only your second interaction with Matt's dad, who you really wanted to like you and approve of you.

You were afraid it would go how any other relationship you'd had went. Their parents would either outwardly not like you, judging you based on all the most scandalous things about your personality and not bothering to get to know the other aspects of you better.

Or worse, the parents would pretend to like you to your face and then would badmouth you to your partner in private, telling them how much better they could be doing and how bad of an influence you are.

You braced yourself for it all as you sauntered out the door and headed for the orange truck.

"You ready?" Matt asked as he opened the door for you. You nodded and nestled in between the two men as Matt climbed into the truck behind you.

"So, what do you do for work?" Matt's dad asked you, pulling out of the driveway. "I work in retail. It's this way," you said, trying to avoid giving too much detail about your job and pointing in the direction of the road he needed to take.

"What do your parents do for work?" His dad wondered. "My mom is a flight attendant, and my dad was a pilot, but now he works in air traffic," you responded.

"Ah, so they work in similar fields," Matt's dad nodded. "Yeah, they met at work. Fun fact, I was actually conceived on a plane," you told them both. "Shit. Sorry. That was an overshare," you said, putting your palm over your mouth once you realized you'd just sworn in front of Matt's very Christian dad.

He didn't laugh or find your quirkiness charming. Matt looked at you wide-eyed, knowing your humor wasn't going to land well with his father.

You continued giving him directions to your retail job, which wasn't totally a lie, and he cleared his throat and gave Matt a look when the three of you pulled into the parking lot of a sex shop. Matt stepped out of the truck to let you out.

"Well, this has been fun," you said sarcastically, feeling the thick tension in the air as your feet hit the pavement. "Thank you for the ride, Mr. Sturniolo. Matt, I'll call you on my lunch break," you told him, leaning in and giving him a tender peck on the lips.

You could feel how warm and red your face was as you turned around and headed for the front door of your job. Your coworker, Carly was at the register, giving you an inquisitive look and watching the scene play out.

"Did your cute neighbor boy take you to work?" She asked, giving Matt a little subtle wave, and he waved back, giving Carly a shy smile.

"Yeah, and his very Christian father after he caught me sleeping over. Oh, and he didn't know I worked in the adult entertainment industry until about a minute ago," you added, looking at Carly with a deer in headlights look.

"Oh. That sounds like a very awkward morning," she said, trying to contain her laugher. "It's fine. You can laugh. It is comical, really. I just hope he's not in the truck, telling Matt that I'm a harlot and trying to convince him to stop hanging out with me," you expressed to Carly, tears forming in your eyes.

Her face softened, and she took on an expression of pity. "I'm so sorry. Come here. You know, no matter what his dad says about you, I'm sure Matt's still gonna like you," she said, pulling you into a hug and rubbing your back while she comforted you. You wiped a tear out of the corner of your eye before it had a chance to fall. "Thank you for saying that."

Meanwhile, in the rusty-colored Dodge Dakota, your worst fears were unfolding. "Matt, what on earth are you thinking? Running around with a girl like that?" He asked angrily as he pulled out of the parking lot.

"Dad-" Matt started to say, but the older man cut him off. "She works at a place called Temptations. You don't see anything wrong with that? You think God wants you canoodling with a girl like that," he replied, giving Matt a somber look.

"A girl like that? What does that even mean? There's so much more to her than that," Matt defended you, raising his voice a bit. "Son, just be careful. Girls like that are trouble. I don't know if this is some kind of overcorrection because you're upset about May-" Matt's dad started.

"How dare you bring up May?" Matt glared at his father. "I'm just saying, son. You and May made sense together," his dad replied, shrugging. "Actually, dad. We didn't. May and I stayed together for so long because neither one of us wanted to admit we were incompatible," Matt scoffed. "What?" Matt's dad asked, completely taken aback by his kid's comment.

Matt and May's relationship was picture perfect on the outside. They didn't argue, they didn't complain about one another to their friends and families, and everyone envied what they had. Everyone thought they'd be together forever, including the two of them.

"I know this new girl is completely different from May. She's not a Christian. She's loud and domineering. She's aggressive, and she's overbearing. And she's honest. Maybe even too honest. She always says what's on her mind even if other people aren't going to like it. And I don't love her despite those qualities. I love her because of those qualities," Matt huffed, silencing his dad.

The two men sat quietly beside each other in the truck, mulling over what the other had said. Matt's dad was a lot of things, but unsupportive wasn't one of them.

A few more moments passed before his father finally spoke up. "Fine. Invite her over for dinner. I want to get to know the girl you love."

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spacedace · 2 months ago

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I've seen the concept of Jason being adopted by various people other than Bruce while he was still a little tire stealing Crime Ally kid a few times, but I've yet to see anyone put forth the idea of Duke and his family taking him in.

Like, depending on the continuity Jason and Duke are only like 4 or 5 years apart in age, and we know for a fact that Duke was a terrifyingly brilliant kid already shaping up to be able to take down the Riddler in a battle of wits at the age of 9. Now throw in protective older brother Jason into that mix who didn't think twice about trying to steal the tires off the Batmobile and then try and hit Batman with a damn tire iron when he was caught.

Just imagine how terrifying it would be with the two of them growing up constantly feeding each other's unhinged Fight God and the Devil in a Waffle House Parking Lot at 3am and Win energy. Imagine the chaos they would cause. The terror they would strike into the hearts of their enemies- all before Duke ever even gor his powers.

They would be unstoppable. Just a pair of two of the smartest motherfuckers you've ever met who know they're smarter than you, and the only thing sharper than their minds are their vicious verbal take downs.

Also I just have the imagine in my head of Doug Thomas, half asleep early one Saturday morning stumbling into the kitchen after following the smell of breakfast to see his 8 year old son happily stuffing the most delicious looking pancakes imaginable into his mouth. Blinking in confusion as he realizes it's not his beloved wife cooking but some scrawny kid in worn out clothes, covered in engine grease and bruises manning the stove like a seasoned line cook - complete with the most foul mouthed swearing even Doug, a construction worker, has ever heard in his life and a cigarette tucked behind the kids ear.

And Doug has a moment where he's just staring, full on Who's Goddamn White Baby is That? when Duke pipes up to explain:

"This is Jason! I caught him trying to steal your catalytic converter this morning. His mom's dead and his dad is a deadbeat so he's gonna stay with us now!"

And oh. Well. Shit. He knows that look in his son's eye. Knows he's already lost the fight before it evan began. It looks like it's theirs. It's their god damn white baby now.

He's gonna have to call Elaine.

(Elaine, for her part, goes through the full range of human emotions when she gets home to realize that the boy Duke has decided they're adopting is the Todd boy Elaine has been trying to track down for months now.

She's Jason's social worker, not that she's been able to really do her job and help him when he's managed to stay under the radar of every single vaguely responsible adult in a ten mile radius. The one time he had been picked up by one of the few decent cops in the city and Elaine thought she was going to be able to finally finally help him, Jason had managed to climb out of a window of the precinct bathroom and disappear into the night.

He'd managed to steal the hubcaps of six different patrol vehicles while he was at it. Just to rub it in that there was nothing they could do to stop him.

Point was, the kid has been her damn white whale for almost a year. And now she walks into her home after a maddening unhelpful phone call with Doug about needing paperwork to adopt a child only to find the boy she'd spent so long looking for teaching Duke how to take apart and reassemble their toaster in the living room.

She isn't sure if she wants to laugh or cry.

She is sure that there's no way she's going to be able to convince Duke that they can't just adopt his new friend, not when she can tell that both boys have already gotten attached to each other in the scarce few hours they've known one other. Or when her husband is just sitting there eating delicious pancakes with such resignation in his eyes.)

#jason todd #duke thomas #elaine thomas #doug thomas #batman au #the thomas family adopts jason AU #things would be so wildly different in this AU i'm not even sure where to begin #like i'm not sure that Joker would use Duke and his family as his stand ins for the Waynes to fuck with Batman since they'd be a family of 4 #Duke would definitely still join the Robins and the Nest #but since Jason wasn’t adopted by Bruce he wouldn’t be Robin or die in this #or maybe he ends up meeting Bruce & becoming the second Robin anyway? with Duke figuring out what's going on and demanding to join?#Elaine definitely would have told Jason about Shelia and helped him deal with that info in a better way #love the idea of Elaine making Bruce attend the parenting classes she teaches once a week #and just the Thomas family being involved in the Bat stuff in general as like additional support #Elaine ia still a social worker but now she has a secknd job as the person who gets Bruce in line whenever he starts going off the rails #or acting like an asshole #just want more of the Thomas family yall #as like actual people and not just props for stories

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lvnleah · 1 month ago

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baby miedema’s arrival | our little love.

The phone call came in the middle of the night. You were sound asleep, sprawled out in the middle of Beth and Viv’s bed with Twix tucked into your chest tightly. You were completely oblivious to what was going on around you.

Beth’s phone rang at around 4am, waking both her and Viv up unexpectedly. She groggily wiped the sleep from her eyes as she sat up and read the name on her phone screen.

“It’s Sarah.” Beth said, turning to Viv who was now fully awake.

They both knew what it meant.

Beth quickly answered the phone, her voice low but steady despite the heaviness of the situation. “Hello?” she said, trying to shake off the drowsiness from her sleep.

Viv sat up beside her, her body tense. She watched Beth closely, knowing from the moment Sarah’s name flashed on the screen that it was urgent.

There was a long pause on the other end before Sarah’s voice came through, soft but firm. “Hi Beth, I’m so sorry for phoning at this time but I thought I’d phone to tell you that you’re now parents again to another little baby girl.”

Beth’s heart skipped a beat, the realization setting in. Her breath caught in her throat as the weight of Sarah’s words sank in.

Parents again. To a little baby girl.

She glanced at Viv, whose eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and joy. Neither of them had fully processed the idea of becoming parents again properly, but now it was real.

“Is she okay?” Viv asked, her voice barely above a whisper, her concern overtaking the excitement.

“She’s healthy. Just a bit small, but she’s doing well,” Sarah responded, the warmth in her voice comforting. “If you can, we’d appreciate it if you could get to the hospital as soon as possible.”

“Yeah, yeah, of course. I reckon we can be there in around an hour if that’s okay? We just need to sort something out for Rory.” Viv explained.

“Yeah, of course, take your time.” Sarah told them, “Congratulations on your baby girl!”

Beth’s heart raced as she quickly pulled herself from the bed. She wanted to ask a thousand questions, but she knew there wasn’t time. They needed to go, now.

Viv had already hung up the phone and was up, grabbing their overnight bag from the corner of the room, “I’ll drive to Leah’s,” she said, her voice calm but firm.

Beth scrambled to grab her own things, still feeling like she was in a bit of a daze. It had been a whirlwind, the idea of adopting again, and now it was happening. The moment had arrived.

They’d had a plan in place for weeks now. With no family living locally, they’d arranged that whilst they were at the hospital with the baby you’d go to Leah’s house. They felt bad dropping you off during the middle of the night while asleep, especially since Leah already had hands full with a newborn, a troublesome 4-year-old and a hormonally infused teenager but Leah insisted that she didn’t care.

While Viv packed a few things for you into an overnight bag, Beth pulled up Leah’s contact. It only took a couple of rings before Leah answered the phone.

“Hey, Beth,” Leah mumbled, her voice thick with sleep. “Everything alright?”

“Hey Le, I’m sorry for waking you up but can you have Rory for us?” Beth asked her, “I know it’s four in the morning but the social worker just phoned and baby girl is her and they need us at the hospital and—”

Beth was cut off as Leah let out a soft gasp, “Oh my god the baby’s here? Of course, I’ll have Rory, bring her over and I’ll put her in Buddy’s bed or something.”

“Are you sure?” Beth asked.

“Course I am, Roo’s no trouble.” Leah said, “I don’t care what time it is, drop her off on the way to the hospital.”

“Thank you, Le. We’ll be there soon.” Beth hung up the phone with Leah and glanced at Viv, her heart still racing. “She said it’s fine, we should get going.”

They moved quietly through the house, careful not to wake you as they grabbed the last of the things they needed. You were still fast asleep, oblivious to the life-changing moment unfolding around you. Twix was tucked tightly in your arms, and your soft breathing filled the room as Beth and Viv exchanged a look.

“She’s gonna be so happy when she wakes up,” Viv whispered. “She got a little sister like she wanted.”

Beth nodded, walking over to you one last time before they left. She gently brushed a strand of hair away from your face, her heart swelling with love for you, her first little girl.

Viv carefully lifted your overnight bag as Beth put a blanket over you before scooping you up. The house was silent except for the soft rustle of clothing and the quiet footsteps.

When they arrived at Leah’s house, the world outside still dark and quiet, Viv parked the car in front of Leah’s doorstep. Beth turned to look at you one last time, her fingers lightly brushing against your cheek.

“We’ll be back soon, Roo.” she murmured, “With your little sister too.”

Viv opened the car door and gently lifted you out, still wrapped up in your cosy blanket, your little body curled into her chest. She nudged the doorbell softly. Within seconds, Leah appeared, looking just as groggy but eager to help.

“Hey,” Leah whispered, her voice soft in the early morning silence. “I’ll take her, don’t worry about anything.”

Viv carefully passed you to Leah, whispering a quick thanks before kissing your forehead.

“We’ll be back soon, munchkin,” Beth added, placing a gentle kiss on your temple. She didn’t want to leave you, but her heart swelled with the excitement of meeting their new baby girl.

Leah smiled, adjusting you in her arms as she backed into the doorway. “Go, go. I’ve got her. You two go meet your new daughter. Send me a photo of the new Bubba yeah?”

“Yeah, of course,” Beth nodded, “Thank you again, Le.”

The drive to the hospital was quiet. Beth kept stealing glances at Viv, whose knuckles were white against the steering wheel. They were both nervous, every red light made them want to both scream as they tried to get to the hospital.

“You okay?” Beth finally asked, breaking the silence.

Viv nodded, her lips pressed into a line. “I’m just thinking about what she looks like… and how Roo’s going to react when she sees her.”

Beth smiled at that, her own nerves easing slightly. “She’s going to adore her. She’s going to be over the moon that she’s got a little sister.

Viv chuckled, the tension in her shoulders loosening. “Yeah, I can’t wait to see them together. I can’t believe we’ve got another little girl.”

“I know,” Beth sighed, a smile spread over her face, “Reckon she’ll look like Roo?”

Viv nodded, “I think so, it’ll be nice to see if she looks like Roo from her baby photos.”

As they pulled into the hospital car park, the sun was just beginning to rise. Both of their hearts were pounding as they grabbed their bag and hurried toward the entrance.

The maternity ward was quiet, the hushed tones of nurses and the occasional cry of a newborn echoing softly in the air. A nurse greeted them at the front desk, her smile warm despite the early hour.

“You must be here for the baby,” she said gently. “I’ll take you to Sarah now.”

Beth and Viv nodded, their hands tightly intertwined as they followed the nurse through the corridors. Their hearts felt like they might burst with every step closer to meeting their daughter.

When they reached the room, Sarah was waiting for them just outside the door. She greeted them with a soft smile.

“She’s right in here,” Sarah said, her voice kind. “She’s a little on the smaller side but she’s doing well. The nurses have been keeping an eye on her since she was born and she’s doing good.”

“What time was she born?” Viv couldn’t help but ask.

“3:35 this morning,” Sarah smiled, “so she’s only…” she quickly checked her watch that read 5:30am, “two hours old. She only weighs 6 pounds, so she’s small, but she’s healthy. Strong set of lungs too.”

Beth and Viv exchanged a quick look, their excitement bubbling over. “Can we see her?” Beth asked, her voice trembling slightly.

“Of course,” Sarah said, stepping aside to let them through.

The room was softly lit, and in the middle of it was a small bassinet. Beth’s breath caught in her throat as she saw the tiny bundle inside. Viv reached out to gently touch Beth’s arm, grounding her as they moved closer.

The baby was impossibly small, her tiny fists curled up near her face. She had a full head of blonde hair, totally different from yours, and the softest little features. Beth’s hand flew to her mouth as tears filled her eyes.

“She’s perfect,” Beth whispered, her voice thick with emotion.

“She’s so tiny,” Viv murmured, her voice barely audible. “Look at her little nose, it’s like Roo’s.”

Beth reached out a hand, brushing her fingers softly over the baby’s cheek. The little girl stirred slightly, her tiny mouth opening in a sleepy yawn before she settled again.

“You guys can hold her, you know.” Sarah smiled, standing a little further back.

“You hold her first,” Viv said to Beth, a smile on her face, “my hands are too shaky.”

“You sure?” Beth asked, getting a nod from Viv.

Beth hesitated, her hands trembling slightly as she reached down to gently lift the tiny baby from the bassinet. She was so light, feeling like a feather in her arms. Beth cradled her carefully, tears streaming down her face as she stared down at her daughter for the first time.

“Hi, baby girl,” Beth whispered, her voice breaking. “I’m your Mummy.”

The little girl stirred, her tiny fingers curling into a soft fist as Beth held her close. Viv moved closer, her hand resting gently on Beth’s back as she leaned in to look at their new daughter.

“She’s beautiful,” Viv murmured, her own tears threatening to fall. She reached out and let her finger brush against the baby’s hand, and to her amazement, the baby’s tiny fingers wrapped around it. “She’s strong,” Viv added with a soft laugh. “Just like her sister.”

Beth chuckled through her tears, her heart swelling with love. “Roo’s going to be so protective of her.”

“She’ll have to be,” Viv teased gently. “I reckon this little one is going to be feisty.”

The baby let out a soft sound, a little coo that made both Beth and Viv laugh. Beth kissed the baby’s forehead, her heart feeling so full it might burst. She gently turned to Viv.

“Your turn,” she said, carefully transferring the baby into Viv’s arms.

Viv held her daughter close, her larger hands cradling the tiny bundle with such tenderness. She studied every little feature—the soft blonde hair, the delicate nose, the tiny chin.

“Hey, Kleintje,” Viv said softly, “I’m your Mamma.”

The baby shifted in her arms, her little face scrunching up before she let out another soft sound. Viv smiled, her heart melting. “You’re going to be so loved. Your big sister is going to spoil you rotten.”

Beth leaned her head against Viv’s shoulder, watching the two of them together. “She’s perfect, Viv,” Beth whispered.

“She is,” Viv agreed, her voice thick with emotion.

Sarah, who had been quietly standing to the side, finally stepped forward. “We’ve got some paperwork to sort out, but there’s no rush,” she said kindly. “Take all the time you need with her. What’s her name?”

Beth and Viv exchanged a glance at Sarah’s question, their expressions were soft but unsure. They hadn’t settled on a name yet—just two possibilities they weren’t entirely sold on.

“We’d been thinking Freya or Sienna,” Beth admitted, her eyes lingering on the baby in Viv’s arms. “But now…I don’t know. Neither feels right.”

Viv nodded, letting out a soft sigh as she looked down at their daughter. “She doesn’t look like a Freya to me. Or a Sienna.” Her voice was gentle but firm, as though she were already ruling the options out. “They’re nice names, but they don’t fit her.”

Beth frowned, biting her lip. “She would've been Mason if she’d been a boy,” she mused quietly. “But now I feel like we’re back to square one.”

For a moment, the room was quiet, save for the soft coos of the baby. Then Viv’s expression shifted, a small smile tugging at her lips as a thought came to her. “What about Phoebe?” she asked, her voice warm and soft.

Beth’s eyes widened slightly at the suggestion, her heart skipping a beat. “Phoebe,” she repeated, testing the name.

It had been one of their very first ideas, months ago, but somehow it had fallen to the wayside in favour of other options. Now, looking at their tiny daughter, it suddenly felt perfect.

“Phoebe,” she said again, this time with more certainty. “That’s it. That’s her name.”

Viv chuckled softly, her finger brushing over the baby’s tiny hand as she spoke. “Phoebe June. After your mum.”

“Yeah,” she whispered, her voice thick with tears. “Little miss Phoebe June.”

The baby shifted in Viv’s arms, her little mouth opening in a sleepy yawn before she settled again, as if agreeing with their choice. Viv smiled, her eyes shining. “It suits her,” she said softly. “She’s a Phoebe.”

Sarah, who had been standing quietly nearby, smiled warmly at their decision. “Phoebe June,” she repeated, jotting it down on some paper. “It’s perfect. A beautiful name for a beautiful baby girl.”

Beth leaned her head against Viv’s shoulder, her gaze fixed on their daughter. “I can’t believe we were thinking of anything else,” she said with a quiet laugh. “She was always meant to be Phoebe.”

Viv nodded, “Welcome to the world, Phoebe June,” she murmured, brushing her finger over Phoebe’s nose.

The next few hours were spent getting used to life with a newborn. While Sarah sorted out some paperwork, Beth and Viv were shown all of the basics they would need to know about life with a newborn.

Beth and Viv spent all morning doting on Phoebe, both overwhelmed with love and excitement. They took turns holding her, each marvelling at the tiny life that had just become part of their family.

Beth’s phone buzzed, and she glanced down to see a message from Leah: Roo’s awake. Told her about the baby being here, and she’s already planning what toys to give her. No rush; take your time, we’re all good here x

Beth showed Viv the text, and they both laughed softly. “She’s already head over heels,” Beth said.

Viv laughed, looking down at the baby in her arms, “You better be prepared for your big sis, Phee.”

“Phee?” Beth asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Yeah, Phee,” Viv nodded, “She’s our little Phee.”

Hours later, after the initial paperwork was signed and the nurses confirmed Phoebe was ready to leave with them, Beth and Viv prepared to head home. Beth carefully placed Phoebe in the tiny car seat they’d brought, securing her with a gentleness that only came with experience. Viv hovered nervously, adjusting the blanket and double-checking the straps.

“You’re going to drive like a grandma, aren’t you?” Beth teased, noticing Viv’s serious expression as she buckled herself in.

“Of course,” Viv shot back. “Precious cargo on board.”

The drive home was quiet, save for the soft hum of the engine and occasional coos or whimpers from Phoebe. The normal fifteen-minute drive ended up taking thirty minutes because Viv drove so carefully.

“Welcome home, Phee!” Beth cooed as she took the car seat out of the car.

Viv carried the bags inside while Beth gently lifted Phoebe’s car seat out of the car. Together, they stepped into their quiet home, a peaceful contrast to the whirlwind of emotions they’d experienced at the hospital.

The living room was cosy, the soft glow of the afternoon sun filtering through the curtains. Viv set the bag down and carefully unbuckled Phoebe from her car seat, lifting her into her arms. Beth busied herself setting up the bassinet they’d prepared weeks ago, glancing over at Viv, who was swaying gently with Phoebe.

“She’s so tiny,” Viv murmured, her voice filled with awe. “I don’t think I’ve ever held a baby this small.”

Beth smiled, “Roo’s gonna seem massive compared to Phee.” She moved closer and gently ran a finger along Phoebe’s cheek. “It’s so strange, ain’t it?”

The next few hours passed in a blur. Beth and Viv spent the quiet time adjusting to life with Phoebe at home. They soaked in the peacefulness, knowing it wouldn’t last long. Sure enough, as the clock ticked closer to your arrival, the tranquillity gave way to anticipation.

Right on cue, the front door opened, and chaos bursted into the house.

“Is she here? Where’s my sister?!” Your excited voice echoed through the hallway as you bounded into the house, Buddy hot on her heels, giggling just as loudly.

“Girls! Wait—Buddy, Roo!” Leah called after you both, stepping inside, carrying Rugrat inside in her car seat.

Both of you stopped, turning to face Leah with matching grins. “We need to use our indoor voices, yeah?” Leah said gently, crouching down to their level. “The baby is only a little, so we have to be extra careful. And let’s take our shoes off and wash our hands before we say hi, okay?”

You nodded eagerly, bouncing on the balls of your feet. “Okay! But where is she?”

“She’s in the living room,” Viv said, stepping into the hallway with a smile. “But Auntie Le is right, wash your hands first, yeah?”

“Okay, Mamma!” You nodded, running off into the kitchen with Buddy.

Leah laughed softly, shaking her head. “They’re so excited,” she murmured to Viv and Beth, who both chuckled knowingly.

“You look shattered yourself, Le,” Beth commented, noting Leah’s exhausted face, “Rough night with the baby?”

“Something like that,” Leah chuckled, setting the car seat on the plush carpet in the living room, “This one woke up after you guys dropped Roo off. And then Monkey woke up as well. Thankfully, the only two that remained asleep were Buddy and Roo.”

“Hopefully, it won’t be as bad tonight. You can always call Jordan to come round and help, right?” Viv wondered.

“Thankfully, yeah. They have the game against West Ham tomorrow, so she’s already offered to have Buddy at hers, and Rugrat too if I need a breather. I think I might take her up on that offer so I can spend some quality time with Monkey,” Leah explained, bending down to unbuckle Rugrat out of her car seat and scoop her into her arms, “Ooh, we’re awake, are we? Do you want to meet your new little cousin, as well?”

“They’re going to be best friends, aren’t they?” Beth grinned, peering down at Pheobe, who was still asleep, “Who’d have thought, eh?”

“It still can’t quite wrap my head around it,” Leah murmured, holding Rugrat as she gently sat her up and took her small cardigan of her, “Never in a million years did I ever think something like this could happen. My family are still in shock.”

“That’s to be expected,” Viv responded, “What was your Mum’s reaction?”

“Just… pure shock. Just like everyone else. Jord’s family too,” Leah admitted with a chuckle, “They’ve all been saints though with helping out. J adores her.”

“We washed our hands!” Buddy shouted as she ran through into the living room, as you trailed behind her, “Now can we hold her?”

Once you had scrubbed your hands so thoroughly that even Leah joked you’d polished them, you made your way back into the living room with Buddy trailing behind. Your excitement from earlier had shifted into a quiet, nervous energy as you approached the couch where Beth was now sitting, holding Phoebe.

Buddy climbed up onto the arm of the couch again, peering down at the baby with wide eyes. “She’s so tiny. Just like my sissy!” she whispered. “Mummy, look!”

You hung back near the doorway, your hands twisting the hem of your shirt. You couldn’t look away from Phoebe, but you couldn’t seem to move closer either.

Beth noticed immediately. “Munchkin, you okay?”

You nodded quickly, “She’s… she’s really little,” you whispered, your voice barely audible.

“She is,” Beth agreed, “Do you want to hold her?”

You glanced down at your hands, your feet shifting nervously. “What if she doesn’t like me?”

Beth quickly handed Phoebe to Viv before crossing the room to crouch in front of you. “Oh, she’s going to love you. You’re her big sister.”

“But what if I’m not good at it?” you asked, tears pricking your eyes.

Viv spoke up from the couch. “Roo, You don’t have to ‘know how.’ You just have to be yourself.”

Leah soon chimed in, “Roo, you’ve been waiting for this day forever. Remember how excited you were?”

You hesitated before nodding, taking a small step forward. Beth held out her hand, and you grasped it tightly as she led you to the couch.

“Come sit here, next to Mamma,” Beth suggested, patting the cushion. “We’ll help you hold her.”

You climbed onto the couch, sitting next to Viv. Your heart was pounding as Beth carefully took Phoebe from Viv and lowered her into your lap, helping you support her tiny head.

“She’s so soft,” you whispered, your nerves melting into awe as you looked down at your baby sister for the first time.

Phoebe’s eyes fluttered open briefly, and you gasped. “She looked at me!”

“She did, didn’t she?” Viv laughed, nodding her head, “I think you’re the first person she’s properly looked at, Roo!”

“What’s her name?” You asked, realising that you forgot to ask after all of the excitement had overtaken your thoughts.

“Her name is Phoebe.” Viv answered, “Do you think it suits her?”

“Yeah!” you nodded, “Hi Phee-Phee! I’m your big sis!”

Buddy leaned closer from beside you, “Hi, Phoebe!” she whispered loudly, making everyone laugh. “Why she sleeping? When she gon’ wake up? She need to play with us! Her and sissy can play!”

Beth chuckled softly, brushing a hand over Phoebe’s tiny head. “She’s sleeping because she’s so little. Babies need lots of rest to grow big and strong.”

Leah added with a smile, “They're tiny right now. And they won’t be able to play for a while, Bubba. But when they’re older, you two can show her all your games.”

Buddy’s eyes lit up. “I show ‘em my dinos!”

“She’s so small,” you whispered, like you were afraid to speak too loudly. “Will she always be this tiny?”

Viv chuckled. “No, she’ll grow to be big, just like you. But for now, we have to be extra gentle with her, okay?”

You nodded seriously, adjusting your hands slightly as Beth helped support Phoebe’s head. “Okay. I’ll be gentle. I promise.”

Phoebe let out a little yawn, and your eyes went wide as she stirred in your arms. “Did you hear that? She made a sound!”

Beth grinned. “She did. I think she likes being with her big sister already.”

You looked up, a small smile creeping onto your face. “I think I like her, too.”

As you cuddled Phoebe on the sofa, Beth and Viv fell into an easy conversation with Leah, who held Rugrat in her own arms. You and Buddy of course had to tell them about everything you’d done throughout the day while they were away, giving them every little detail.

Beth raised an eyebrow, “Where’s Monkey?”

Leah let out a soft sigh, her shoulders slumping slightly. “Don’t ask… things are a bit… tough right now,” she said quietly, clearly worried.

Buddy piped up from her spot beside you, crossing her arms and pouting. “Monks’ has done nuffin’ but cry! I think she been silly!”

Leah smiled at Buddy but shook her head gently. “No, Buddy, Monkey’s not bein’ silly. She’s had a baby, remember? That can make her a bit sad right now, but she’s with Auntie Katie who’s looking after her.”

“Oh,” Buddy said, her expression softening as she looked up at Leah. She then nodded as if she understood. “I cheer her up with Lego!” she declared, as if the solution to everything was that simple.

Leah laughed softly, her voice filled with affection. “I’m sure that will help, Bubba. You’re very good at making people feel better.”

Just as Buddy declared her plan to cheer up Monkey, Phoebe’s tiny face scrunched up, and she let out a sudden wail, startling everyone.

You froze as her tiny cries grew stronger, “Why’s she crying? Did I do something wrong?”

Beth was quick to reassure you, her voice calm. “No, Munchkin, you didn’t do anything wrong. Sometimes babies just cry.”

“But—what if she’s upset because of me?” you asked, your bottom lip wobbling as Phoebe’s cries grew louder.

“She’s not upset with you, Roo.” Viv said, “She’s just trying to tell us something but because she can’t talk like you yet, she cries instead.”

“She don’ like sitting. She wan’ crawl?”

Leah chuckled softly. “She’s too little to crawl, Bubba. But that’s a good guess.”

Beth crouched down in front of you, her eyes soft. “I think she’s just hungry, munchkin.”

You watched as Beth carefully lifted Phoebe out of your arms. “But… are you sure she’s not crying because of me?”

“I’m absolutely sure,” Beth said, pressing a quick kiss to your forehead. “You were doing a great job holding her. She’s just telling us she needs her milk.”

You watched as Beth cradled Phoebe and began to soothe her, her cries slowly quieting as Viv prepared a bottle for her. “See?” Beth said, smiling at you. “It’s nothing to worry about. She’s calming down now.”

Buddy crossed her arms, nodding like she had it all figured out. “I get grumpy I’ hungry too. Phee like me!”

Leah laughed, pulling Buddy into a playful hug with her other free arm. “You might be onto something there, Bubba.”

“Roaaaaar!” Buddy leaned forward in Rugrat’s face, startling the newborn and causing her to let out an ear-piercing cry, “Mummy! She cryin’ I don’ like dat. Make it stop!” She exclaimed, holding her hands over her ears.

“Oh, Bubba,” Leah exhaled a sigh, instantly trying to soothe the baby in her arms, “Rugrat is only a tiny baby. You can’t do things like that, because it’ll scare her, remember?”

“I only wanted to cheer ‘er up tho, Mummy!” Buddy scrunched her face up in disagreement, “Rugrat’s borin’ an’ don’t do nuffin’! Send ‘er back!”

Leah chuckled, shaking her head, “Silly, Bubba. I can’t send her back. She’s part of our family now, isn’t she? Your little sister. You have to be a good big sister and protect her.”

“I can do dat! I can protect ‘er!” Buddy declared, puffing out her chest, “I be da bestest big sister!”

You stayed quiet for a moment, watching Phoebe calm down as Beth fed her. Then, you looked up at Viv. “She’s not upset with me?”

Viv shook her head with a smile. “Not one bit. She loves you already, Roo. You’re her big sister.”

You nodded. “Okay. When she’s done eating, can I maybe cuddle her again?”

“Of course you can,” Beth said, beaming at you. “She loves being with you.”

The evening soon came quickly. Leah, Buddy and Rugrat left after a little while, Leah quickly helped tidy around the house. After they left, the house fell into a calm stillness. Beth cleaned up the kitchen while Viv settled on the couch with Phoebe cradled gently on her chest. You sat beside them, your eyes growing heavier with each passing minute.

Phoebe had just finished another feed and was now fast asleep, her tiny hand resting against Viv’s shirt. Viv traced gentle circles on her back, her spare arm wrapped around you.

You shifted closer, tucking yourself into Viv’s side, your head resting against her shoulder. “She’s really small, Mamma,” you mumbled sleepily, your voice muffled.

“She is, isn’t she?” Viv murmured, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of your head.

You scooted closer, leaning fully into Viv’s side. “I love her a lot already.”

“I know you do,” Viv said, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

As the night stretched on, you slowly began to fall asleep. Beth returned from tidying up the kitchen and paused in the doorway, her heart swelling at the sight of you curled up against Viv, Phoebe fast asleep on Viv’s chest.

“She’s completely out,” Beth murmured, a soft smile tugging at her lips as she walked over.

“Both of them are,” Viv whispered, glancing down at you with a tender look.

Beth leaned down to press a kiss to your cheek, then one to Phoebe’s head. “Perfect, isn’t it?”

Viv nodded, her arms tightening just slightly around both of you. “It is.”

#lvnleah #woso x reader #our little love: baby miedema #our little love #rory miedema #beth mead x vivianne miedema fic

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bad268 · 4 months ago

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You Have A Baby?! (Franco Colapinto X Reader)

Fandom: RPF/Formula 1

Requested: Nope (Your Poll Winner!)

Warnings: Assumed parental status

POV: Second Person (You/your

W.C. 1640

Summary: Franco heard something, and he's determined to get to the bottom of it.

As always, my requests are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

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Franco liked to observe you from a distance. You were the only person who could make him nervous, so he kept the space.

You were a member of Hi-Tech in Formula 2, so he never actually knew you. He just saw you, and from the brief conversations he heard from you, he knew that he was smitten. The day he finally got the courage, he rounded the corner to the Hi-Tech garage before he heard you talking with some of the team.

“So, how’s Henry doing?” The engineer asked you. You smiled bashfully, leaning back in your chair and turning your attention away from your laptop. Franco decided to just peer around the wall but keep out of sight as much as possible.

“Oh, he’s in his exploring stage! I can’t get this guy to sit still!” You boasted, pulling out your phone to, presumably, show pictures of Henry to your coworker.

Who was Henry? Franco thought you were single. You had a kid?! Which Franco had nothing against that! He just thought you were pretty young, but he wasn’t going to discriminate against you for being a young parent! He’s willing to become a step-dad for you. Wait, Henry could also be some secret lover, too. He decided it was better to hold off asking you out until he knew more about Henry.

A week later, you disappeared. You were no longer in Hi-Tech. Franco found out from Paul that you moved into Formula 1, Alpine to be specific. They offered you the same role with a higher pay, and Hi-Tech couldn’t match it. They weren’t upset; they actually encouraged it!

When Franco was called up to Williams, he was more excited to see you around than he was to actually drive the car. He also made frequent stops in Alpine under the guise that he knew Jack from Formula 2. It was on one of those visits that he heard more about Henry.

“How is Henry liking daycare?” One of the members of the PR team asked you as Franco rounded the corner with Jack. He stopped short once again to listen in. This also didn’t go unnoticed by Jack.

“I heard he isn’t making any friends,” You frowned as you put your phone down. “I might just need to start bringing him with me again, but I want him to socialize! I think I just need to get him a sibling. There wouldn’t be too big of an age gap if I started preparing now. Plus, I miss the baby stage.”

How old is Henry? Franco asked himself as he tried to hide his wide eyes. He didn’t know what he thought, but he assumed Henry had to be around 6 or 7. The way you were talking about him made Franco think Henry was maybe 3 or 4 at most. Did you still have contact with the other parent? Maybe you weren't single after all.

The next chance he got was a couple of race weekends later. You were chilling outside the Alpine hospitality, and Paul and Jack were sitting with you. You were getting ready to interview them since you knew that Paul was going to be the reserve driver, and Jack was already confirmed and announced. You wanted to get a headstart on the promotional material, so you were simply chatting with them to get them more comfortable with you.

“Is Owen settling in alright? How is Henry feeling no longer being an only child?” Paul chuckled as he took a bite of his food.

“Owen’s fine,” You dragged out. “As for Henry, he’s mouthy and voicing his concerns, but they like each other. And this is not the first time Henry’s had a sibling. I’ve shown you Betty before, right?”

Now, there’s three kids? Franco was freaking out. Maybe he wouldn’t be cut out for this.

“Ah Betty-Boo!” Jack gasped in remembrance. “How long has it been?”

“Two years,” You replied solemnly as you looked through some of the pictures on your phone. You probably had thousands of pictures of your children, and looking at your first made you reminisce. “It’s right what they say. Your first child makes you want another and another, but Henry and Owen are just mouthy pieces of shit.”

“What did you say? Did you just call your kids bitches?” Franco couldn’t stop himself from calling out. You, Jack, and Paul all looked at him, not expecting Franco to be standing there.

“I’ll bring them to one of the last races, and you’ll see what I mean,” You chuckled, shaking your head. You were used to this. “Trust me, you’ll see my point.”

Abu Dhabi was the final race week, and Franco was ready to meet the infamous Henry and Owen. True to your word, news spread like wildfire through the paddock that you had brought the children. It seemed like everyone in F2 was more hyped to meet them, like they already knew them.

Franco decided to slowly walk up to the Alpine hospitality where he had heard you were chilling out with the boys because they hated loud noises. Just as Franco opened the door, he was met with a wall of screaming.

“Luke, Owen, stop it! You're riling him up, Luke!” You seethed at the F2 driver as you hit him in the back of the head. Still, the random scream, which was way too high-pitched to be Luke, continued.

“I join. I join,” another voice said, and suddenly, two high-pitched screams filled the room. Luke laughed.

“No, don’t even think about it, Henry! I swear to god, Luke. Why do you always have to be a pain?” You groaned, and that’s when Franco rounded the corner. He sees you sitting with your head in your hands while Luke and Gabriele stand next to you, laughing and holding…parrots?

“You’re kids are parrots?!” Franco asked as calmly as possible, but his mind was reeling. That was not what he was expecting. “You’re kidding me.”

“Not a parrot,” the one Luke was holding said immediately as it looked, more like glared at Franco.

“Henry, be nice,” You lectured, standing up and putting out your arm for the bird. “Franco, this is Henry, and he gets mad when you just call him a parrot. What are you, Henry? Can you tell Franco?”

“Cockatoo,” Henry answered as he flew over to your arm.

“He’s a Sulphur Crested Cockatoo. I’ve had him since I was a child,” You answered as you smoothed out his feathers. “He’s the mouthy one I was talking about.”

“I’m not. You are,” Henry quipped, flying over to circle Franco before landing on his shoulder. You rolled your eyes before giving Franco a look as if to say, ‘See?’ causing Franco to smile and cautiously pet Henry.

“And that is Owen. He’s a Harlequin Macaw,” You gestured to the one Gabriele was still petting. Owen looked over at Franco for a second before turning his attention back to Luke. “He’s pretty chill, but when you get Henry going, Owen follows his big brother. That’s what the screaming match was earlier. Luke knows how to ruffle some feathers.”

“So this whole time, you were talking about parrots?” Franco clarified as he slowly began to pet Henry.

“Not a parrot,” Henry squawked as he jutted his head at Franco’s hand, causing the driver to flinch and snap his hand back.

“Right, right. Not a parrot,” Franco conceded, staring intently at Henry. “A cockatoo and macaw.”

“Me?” Owen spoke up as he flew over and landed on Franco’s shoulder. Franco froze again as he looked at the more colourful bird.

“I’m talking about you, yes,” He said simply before turning back to you. “I like them, but can you get them off me now?”

“Oh no,” You dragged out with a smirk, “I heard all about your crush and how you wanted to be a step-dad to Henry and Owen, so I think you need some bonding time.”

“How did you know that? Who told you?” He gasped, spooking Henry and Owen to fly over to you.

“You underestimate how much Jack hears and what we talk about,” You teased as you walked closer to Franco, holding Henry and Owen between the two of you. “Plus, we all knew that you and Jack weren't that close from the one race you met him in F2. I had him be a little spy, but don’t worry. I find it cute.”

“So I guess the only question is, are you free for dinner tonight?” Franco flipped back to his confident self as he winked at you.

“I am free, technically,” You smirked, gesturing to the birds, “but you’ll need to ask the boys. They’re attention whores, and they were pretty deadset on a movie night.”

“I like movies,” Franco shrugged as he looked between the two birds, “Would you mind if I joined you?”

Neither bird answered Franco, causing him to look at you nervously. “Offer strawberry water,” you sighed with a smile, “It’s like crack to them.”

“I’ll bring strawberry water?” Franco offered skeptically, but when both birds began squawking and flapping their wings excitedly, Franco backed up slightly but smiled. “Okay, I’ll be at your hotel room with pizza and strawberry water around 7. Would you like anything specific? Is there anything like crack for you?”

“Just your presence,” You flirted with a wink before you took the birds back. “Alright, boys, say bye to Franco. We’ll see him later. He needs to get in a car and go fast!”

“Faster than fast, quicker than quick,” Henry started repeating over and over as he flew around you. “I am speed.”

“Ka-Chow Franco,” Owen said as he stuck his head out at Franco, “iVamos!”

“I think you can guess what we’re watching,” You rolled your eyes, “It’s their favorite.”

~~~~~

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justarkive · 5 months ago

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TABLE 3 | JJK ch 1

“For good service and cute waitresses”

pairing: pre military!jk x fuckbuddy!oc

contents: mild language, no smut (yet), fluff, humour, celeb au, very mild angst.

wc: 1.96k

this fic is not meant to represent the real jungkook or any other characters mentioned!

taglist: if anyone wants to join pls comment!!

A/N: inspired by the iconic 97liner pics. Hi guys, this is my first id say, proper? fanfiction, im planning on making this a pretty long series ! also im posting smth i actually like, shocker! ive had secret fuck buddy oc x military!jk on my mind for so long and im so happy ive finished the part i’ve had in my notes for a hot minute! lmk what u think :> i also couldnt wait for the poll to finish before posting this haha, anyways enjoy and tysm 4 reading

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The diner is quiet tonight. Though speaking too soon may grant you with a consequence, considering its only 6pm on a Thursday. You glance at the clock realising you have a long night ahead, and complaining will utterly make everything 10x worse. What’s worse is Nari is late to her shift like usual, and your boss’ constant singing in the prep room is sure to drive you insane sooner or later. He’s still humming as your scrubbing down the bar counter- its not like it needs it, you just aren’t in the mood to be scolded by a chunky, 40 year old man.

You don’t even realise you’re scrubbing the table even more vigorously when a combination of your phone ringing in your trouser pocket and a squeal of costumers sitting by the hibachi grill completely catches you off guard. It’s Hibachi night, and your day seriously couldn’t get any worser. You’re rolling your eyes at the family of three who barely pay attention to the chef cooking in front of them, with all of their phones plastered to their faces, and when they’re finally placed down to take the plate out of the chef’s hands and your sure you dont see a gesture of thanks, your grabbing your phone, walking to the bathroom and calling Nari.

“Nari! Where the fuck are you? Its Hibachi night, you can’t leave me here alone on Hibachi night!” You’re drawing imaginary patterns on the stall wall with your fingers, shuffling your knees under your chin whilst sitting on the closed toilet seat. Nari’s quick to apologise and tell you shes on the way, and you tell her goodbye before fixing your hair in the mirror and going back outside.

You know you’re in for a long night when a group of people enter the restaurant, your boss greeting them with his signature, annoying high voice, and you’re just glad you’ll have someone to share the misery with when Nari gets here.

“Y/n! Go and serve table 3, and put a smile on your face, they’re quite the group!” You’re pushing yourself off of the bar stool, quickly taking menus and sending your boss a smile that doesn’t quite reach your eyes. The oblivious man dosent seem to notice.

Dragging yourself to Table 3, the group of men are already seated, seemingly finding something hilarious though when you step into their view, it seems to die down. You’re flashing them a smile, quickly bowing before noticing that all of them are seriously attractive.

You notice the one sitting alone first, in the best way possible, his face is sweet. He has a smile which makes his eyes turn into thin crescents on his face and you cant help but smile back at him. He’s wearing a beanie, and his face is so perfect it’s hard to keep composure. The two sitting in front catch your eyes next, one with the most beautiful tanned skin, effortlessly masculine face which makes you wonder if he’d been specially sculpted and put on the earth to kill with his looks shoots you a smile. Finally, the last one, he’s wearing a bucket hat hiding some of his face, and he’s fiddling with his lip ring. He looks the youngest out of the lot, big doe eyes peeking through his hat and, he seems to be…looking at you far more intensely than the other two seem to be. His sleeve is slightly rolled up and you cant help but stare a second too long at the most beautiful sleeve of art adorning his muscular ar-

Seriously Y/n! Get it together, be professional!

You clear your throat when he smirks at you noticing your shameless gawking placing the menus in front of them “Hello, i’ll be serving you tonight, i’m y/n, can i get you started on any drinks?”

The guy in the beanie is first to talk, voice light when he asks for a beer. His grin widens when you look at him, and it’s easy to see why people would gravitate to him like yourself. He just has that charm.

Your heart beats a little faster when the one next to him interrupts the silence of you taking his order down, asking for two beers rather than one, his gaze is equally intimidating as it is intriguing, and you’re trying so hard to keep it professional right now, “Alright, and you?”

“Water’s fine for me, thank you.” You take the orders down quickly, sure that if you stood there any longer your heart would pound out of your chest. Where the fuck is Nari?

You turn to head toward the bar to grab their drinks, and you hear the faintest chuckle from the table. “Hey, don’t you need to see my ID first?” The voice belongs to the guy in the bucket hat—the one with the doe eyes and that unreadable expression. You freeze for a second, unsure of whether he’s joking or not. You glance back at him, and he’s staring at you, lips curling into a playful smirk.

You blink, trying to keep it professional. “Uh, do i?”

He leans forward, still fiddling with his lip ring, his eyes twinkling. “I look too young for that beer, right? You know, like one of those guys who gets ID’d for everything.”

His tone is light, teasing, and for a second, you almost think he’s serious. But then his friends start laughing quietly, and you realize—he’s just messing with you. You can’t help but roll your eyes, but there’s a smile tugging at your lips anyway. “Uh-huh. Right, sure. Let me grab your ID then, Mr. Underage.”

The others crack up even harder at that, and he just shrugs, chuckling under his breath. “I swear, I get carded everywhere. It’s kinda embarrassing, but hey, at least I look young.” You smile and roll your eyes, walking away to get their drinks, but now, you’re trying not to laugh too hard at the mental image of him getting carded at the grocery store or a random café. But it’s no surprise to you, in fact his young face has you seriously considering if he was actually underage. Oh well.

When you come back, with drinks, you take down their orders for food, their effortless small talk and flirting has you feeling like they aren’t in no rush for you to leave them alone, but you remember that you’re at work, and go back to scrubbing the bar counters, but you cant help but glance down at their table every now and then.

By the time you bring out their food, the conversation around the table has picked up again, the atmosphere light and easy. You can’t help but notice the way they’re all leaning into each other, laughing over something you missed. When you set the plates down, you quickly glance around to make sure nothing’s out of place, and that’s when you spot Nari walking in. She’s just clocked in, looking hurried, but you can’t help the relieved sigh that escapes your lips.

You barely have time to throw the boys a quick wave before you head back to the bar, feeling the weight of their gazes follow you for just a second longer than you’d like. Rushing over to Nari, she’s changing into her work clothes before giving you a smile and opening her arms for a hug. “Long day already?” You groan, moving back after hugging her and fixing her hair which has moved in front of her face.

“It’s Hibachi night. Also theres a group of some serious fine men, look ove-“ Your eyebrows furrow when she follows your finger and gasps so loud you wince. “Shh! I know! But be quiet, they might catch us..”

The look on her face tells you she’s indeed not surprised about the way they look and rather “That’s the Jeon Jungkook, oh and is that- Kim Mingyu? CHA EUNWOO?!”

You blink. Then blink again. “Who?”

Nari turns to you so fast you think she might give herself whiplash. “Who?! Are you serious? Are you actually joking right now?”

You shrug, confused. “They just look like really hot guys to me… wait? You know them? Shit did you guys like-“ You make a hand motion which you hope she takes as ‘do a thing’.

She looks like she might actually pass out. “WHAT—?! Oh my god, I can’t do this right now.” Nari presses a hand to her chest like she’s physically offended by your assumption. “Do a thing?! Are you insane?”

You raise a brow. “Okay, so you didn’t. Then what’s the big deal?” She’s pulling out her phone, typing something into google.

She looks like she might actually strangle you. “Y/n, they’re famous.”

You stare at her blankly. “And? We get a shitload of famous people here, whats the big deal?”

Nari makes a strangled noise. “And?! And?! You’re telling me you don’t recognize Jeon Jungkook—of BTS?! Or Mingyu from Seventeen?! Or Cha Eunwoo, literal actor, singer, face genius?!”

You cross your arms, unimpressed. “I mean yeah, I guess i recognise it a bit but- Nari, you do realize I don’t live on the internet like you, right?”

She groans, dragging a hand down her face. “This is actually so embarrassing. You served them like they were just—regular people.”

You blink at her. “I mean, they are regular people?”

She exhales sharply, shaking her head. “No. No, they are not.”

You snort, glancing back to the table in question, The boys are still eating, but Jungkook’s eyes are quick to meet yours and you swear you see the corner of his lips quirk up like he knows exactly what your talking about. You will yourself to look away, and you see Nari sneaking pictures under the bar counter. “Well I guess it’s too late, I already treated them like normal guys, and they didn’t seem to mind.”

Nari doesn’t let up. “Okay, okay—since you’re so professional, why don’t you go check on their table? You are their server, after all.”

You narrow your eyes. “You’re up to something.”

“Me? Never.” She puts a hand to her chest like she’s offended. “I just think it’s good service to make sure everything’s okay.”

You groan. “You’re so annoying.”

“And yet, you’re still walking over.”

You mutter a few curses under your breath but do as she says, smoothing your hands over your apron as you approach the table again. They’re mid-conversation, laughing about something, but the second you arrive, Jungkook’s gaze flicks to you immediately. Great. Composure, y/n!

You take a deep breath before walking up, trying not to feel Nari’s eyes drilling into the back of your head. You’re just checking in. That’s it.

When you reach them, their conversation slows, and Jungkook glances up first, his dark eyes flickering to yours almost immediately.

“Hey, uh,” you clear your throat, gripping your notepad even though you don’t need it. “Just checking in. Everything good over here?”

Mingyu nods, smiling as he pushes his plate forward slightly. “Yeah, everything’s great. Thanks.”

Eunwoo hums in agreement, giving you a polite smile.

Jungkook, though—he doesn’t answer right away. He’s still looking at you, his fingers tapping lightly against his glass. You shift on your feet, suddenly aware of how intense his gaze is.

“It’s good,” he finally says, voice smooth but casual. “Didn’t expect to have someone checking on me so much, though.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “Huh?”

His lips quirk up just a little. “You’ve been around a lot. Just saying.”

You blink. “That’s-… literally my job.”

Mingyu huffs out a quiet laugh, shaking his head.

Jungkook exhales through his nose, barely a smile, but it’s there. “Fair enough.” He looks down at his plate, nudging a piece of food with his chopsticks before glancing up at you again. “But I don’t mind.”

Your breath catches for just a second before you snap out of it, nodding stiffly. “Right. Well. Let me know if you guys need anything.”

You spin on your heel before he can say anything else, making your way back to the bar—only to find Nari grinning at you.

“So?” she sing-songs.

You roll your eyes, pretending you don’t feel the warmth still lingering in your face. “Shut up.”

—

As the night winds down, the table of ridiculously attractive men finally finishes their meals, and you’re just about to go over when Nari beats you to it, balancing the empty plates with practiced ease. She throws you a look—one that’s way too smug for your liking—as she walks past.

You roll your eyes, pretending not to care, but you can’t help glancing over. They’re still chatting, laughing among themselves, but one of them—Jungkook—stands up, stretching a little before making his way toward the bar.

Toward you.

You pretend to be busy, wiping down an already-clean spot on the counter, but you can feel him approaching before he even says anything.

“Hey,” his voice is smooth, casual, but there’s a slight rasp to it. “Just wanted to leave a tip.”

He slides a bill toward you, and when you glance down, you realize it’s…a lot. Way more than necessary. Your eyes flicker back to him, skeptical. “This is kind of excessive, don’t you think?”

Jungkook shrugs, resting his arms against the counter, tattoos peeking out beneath his sleeve. “Service was good.”

You huff a small laugh, shaking your head. “You barely let me serve you. Nari took your plates.”

“Still counts, doesn’t it?” He tilts his head slightly, studying you in that way that makes your stomach feel weirdly unsettled. Not in a bad way—just aware.

You narrow your eyes at him, playful. “You do this everywhere you go?”

“What? Tip?”

“No.” You lean a little closer. “Flirt.”

Jungkook grins, running his tongue over his lip ring before speaking. “Only when the waitress is cute.”

Oh.

You open your mouth to respond—to throw back something equally teasing—but before you can, Mingyu calls his name from the entrance, signaling that they’re leaving. Jungkook glances over his shoulder, then back at you, his grin softening just a little.

“See you around?” he says, and you’re not even sure if it’s a question or a statement.

You don’t answer immediately, just biting back a smile as you watch him walk away. And when you finally glance down at the tip he left, there’s a note scribbled onto the bill:

“For good service. And cute waitresses.”

Maybe work wasn’t so bad tonight.

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writingwithciara · 5 months ago

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across the hall; part 4 -quinn hughes-

summary: y/n moves in across the hall from quinn and in an emergency, she leaves her five-year old daughter in his care

word count: 2.2k

pairing: quinn hughes x reader, toxic ex-boyfriend x reader

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y/n woke up the next morning feeling different. something about what happened yesterday made things blur between her and quinn. they were friends, sure. but there was no denying the chemistry between them, no matter how little it was.

she got out of bed and got herself ready before heading down the hall to abby's room. she pushed the door open slowly and saw abby sitting up in bed, already dressed.

"good morning, princess. how long have you been up?"

"20 minutes. i dressed myself. see?"

"i see that." y/n smiled and crouched down to abby's level.

"do you like it?"

"i love it." she ran a hand through abby's hair. "you excited to stay with quinn today?"

"yes. and bella."

"i forgot you like her too."

"she's so nice. i hope she has candy today."

"oh i'm sure she will." y/n stood up. "will you let me do your hair today?"

"can quinn do it?"

"i think he's already gone." y/n smiled and walked towards the bathroom. there was a knock on the door so she turned around and headed back. y/n opened the door and smiled when her eyes landed on quinn. "hey. i thought you would've already left by now."

"i was getting in my car when i remembered that abby doesn't really like getting her hair done so i thought i'd come back up and see if she wanted me to get it done for her."

"you know what? i think she would really like that. thank you." y/n closed the door and followed quinn to the bathroom. when he stuck his head in, y/n didn't even have to see the look on abby's face to know she was happy.

"hey kiddo. i'm here to do your hair."

"yay!" she giggled and y/n set her up on the counter before leaning against the doorframe.

"thanks for this, quinn." y/n watched as he brushed abby's hair genttly and began to put it into two braids.

"it's no problem at all. saves you the trouble, right?"

"yeah. right." y/n was in awe. not only with his work on the hair but with the way he was helping her. there was never going to be enough ways to repay him for everything.

"there. all done." quinn stood back to admire his work. "you girls ready to go?"

"yeah. we'll be right behind you." y/n grabbed some stuff off the kitchen counter and shoved them into her bag. abby went to her room to grab her own bag and joined her mom in the front hall. quinn opened the door for them and while y/n locked it, quinn picked up abby and put her on his shoulders. she giggled and held on tightly.

the three of them made their way down to to the parking garage. quinn helped get abby buckled in before heading over to his car.

"you'll be right ehind me, right?"

"yes." y/n smiled while quinn got in is car and drove out. she was about to start her car when andy knocked on her window. "what are you doing here?"

"can we talk?"

"can it wait? i've got somewhere to be."

"okay well you don't work until later, so..."

"i don't want to know how you know that." y/n shook her head.

"where are you going?"

"it's really none of your business, andy." y/n sighed and pulled out her phone. she drafted an sos text to quinn and was hovering over the send button but she looked back at andy.

"i just want to talk."

"we can talk later. i'll text you when we get home, okay? please?"

"alright fine." he stood back and watched y/n drive out. she quickly erased the drafted text and decided to call quinn instead.

"hey. i just parked. you here yet?"

"no. i ran into andy before i had the chance to leave."

"he didn't....he didn't hurt you, did her?"

"no. i'm fine." she couldn't help the way her heart seemed to leap at quinn's words. "i'm pulling into the parking garage now. what level are you on?"

"second. i'll wait by my car for you."

"okay." y/n turned onto the second level and when she saw quinn saving a spot for her, her heart began to melt. he moved out of the way and when she was in park, he helped get abby out of her seat. "are you sure nobody will mind us being here?"

"i already called ahead to make sure. told them it was a protection thing and they understood."

"thank you." y/n smiled and before she could take a second to think, quinn was grabbing her hand and walking towards the locker room.

"you can stay out here and wait for me or you can head on in towards the bench. bella will be there to meet you guys."

"yay. bella." abby looked at quinn. "do you know if she has any candy?"

"i'm not sure. but she might." quinn set abby down next to y/n and stood up. "i'll see you guys in 10 minutes."

y/n nodded and headed down the tunnel with abby right beside her. when she saw bella waving, the two of them made their way to her.

"i'm so glad you're here. i don't usually come to the arena this early but when quinn called me yesterday and asked if i could keep you two company, i immediately agreed. couldn't say no to you guys."

"you don't mind keeping an eye on abby for me during the game?"

"not at all. work is important." bella smiled and looked down at abby. "i brought you something."

"is it candy?"

"as a matter of fact, it is." she smiled and handed abby a bag of candy. "i got more in my car but we should definitely save that for the game."

"okay. thank you." abby dug into the candy and smiled.

y/n looked out at the ice. "so what's quinn like? i feel like i know a lot about him. but at the same time, i also feel like i don't know enough. know what i mean?"

"i totally get it. he's certainly an enigma. but like i said last time we talked, he was a fairly grumpy guy before he met you. he's also really sweet and protective of the people he cares about. from what i've witnessed, that includes his family, his teammates, the wags and now you."

"what are the wags?"

"wives and girlfriends." bella smiled and turned her attention to the boys walking out of the tunnel and making their way onto the ice.

"oh."

"yeah. and don't be alarmed or scared if you're grouped into the wag category. they'll see you hanging out with us and honestly, sometimes, it's easier for the staff."

"alright. thanks for the heads up." y/n looked directly at quinn and found it hard to take her eyes off him as he skated around with brock. both the boys looked over at the bench and smiled.

"so, tell me your story. what brings you to vancouver?"

"i was in a really shitty relationship and i needed to get as far away as possible. so i moved out here and even this wasn't far enough."

"what do you mean?"

"he found me somehow. but quinn has been the perfect buffer and i couldn't be more thankful i moved into the right apartment."

"you know, when quinn first told us about you, i thought you were his girlfriend. and even when i met you, that's what it seemed like. you two compliment each other in ways i've never seen before. and forgive me if i'm overstepping but it seems like there might actually be something between you."

"i don't think there is. and even if there was, it wouldn't work. we both have busy lives and things would turn difficult real fast." y/n smiled at quinn when he skated up to them.

"how are my two favorite girls?" he looked at abby and smiled when she handed him a piece of candy.

"we're doing great. loving the practice." y/n smiled and handed him his water bottle. her phone buzzed in her pocket so she pulled it out. "my boss wants me to come in early." she glanced down at abby. "will you be a good girl for everyone today?"

"yes mama." she continued eating her candy while y/n started walking away.

"wait." quinn caught up to her. "i'm going to need abby's seat for later."

"oh right." y/n smiled and walked towards where she parked. quinn had to change out of his skates so he was a little behind. when he caught up to her, he grabbed the seat from her backseat and smiled. "thanks again for today, quinn. i don't know what i'd do without you."

"it's no problem. i love having abby around."

"she loves having you around too." y/n grinned and opened her door. before she got in, she leaned up and kissed quinn's cheek. "i'll see you later."

quinn was frozen for nearly a minute after she left. he touched his cheek and felt the heat from the kiss there. things just got so much more confusing for him.

he put abby's seat in his car and headed back into the building before he could get in trouble.

the rest of practice went by fast. abby and bella were walking towards the locker room to wait for the boys when abby turned to look at bella.

"bella?"

"yes sweetheart?"

"thanks for the candy."

"you're welcome, darling." she smiled and continued holding the little girl's hand.

the second quinn came out of the locker room, abby ran to him. he picked her up and smiled.

"hey kiddo. it's still pretty early so how about we go and get some lunch?"

"yes. i am starving."

"you and brock want to join us?" he asked as he glanced over at bella.

"yeah sure. that sounds like fun." bella grabbed brock's hand and followed quinn to the garage. "we're parked on another level so just text us where we're eating and we'll meet you there."

"okay. see you guys in a bit." quinn walked to his car and buckled abby in. "you having fun today?"

"absolutely." abby kicked her legs happily while quinn pulled out of the garage.

"alright. where do you want to eat?"

"the restaurant we ate breakfast at yesterday. can we eat there?"

"absolutely." quinn sent a quick text to both brock and bella before continuing their travel.

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later that night, quinn played his best but ended up getting taken out halfway through the 2nd period. knowing what he might've needed, bella brought abby down to the locker room and waited for the medic to finish up. when he left, she brought abby into the room.

"i know this isn't exactly what you wanted, but it's the next best thing. i promise." she smiled at him as abby ran and hugged him.

"this is what i needed. thanks, bella." quinn smiled back as bella left the room. "i'm sorry if the game has been disappointing for you."

'it hasn't. i liked it all. until you got hurt." she reached up and tapped the bandage on his arm. "do you have to stay here until the end of the game?"

"yeah. unfortunately i do. but you can stay here with me if you want. or bella can take you back to your eat."

"am i allowed to stay here?"

"not in the locker room. but we hang out in the media room and watch the rest of the game."

"okay. let's go."

quinn brought abby down the hall and into the room where they would be spending the remainder of the game. after the 2nd period, they both went back to the locker room to chat with the team. abby sat in quinn's locker space while he went to the coach. brock, who was sitting next to her, offered her a piece of candy.

"what do you think of the game so far?"

"i love it. i don't like that quinn got hurt though. that guy was mean."

"yeah, he was. but quinn is way tougher than he looks." brock chuckled.

"yeah. i think that's why mommy likes him."

brock raised his eyebrow. he wanted to ask more but quinn came back over.

"alright. time to go back to the media room, abby."

"okay quinn." abby ran to the door when she saw bella. brock wanted to tell quinn what abby just said to him but he didn't have enough time. so instead, he headed down the tunnel while quinn ran to catch up with bella and abby.

half an hour later, the game was over. and the canucks had lost.

as quinn drove home with abby, he wanted nothing more than having y/n waiting there for him. their friendship was still a little new so he knew he couldn't say how he was feeling about the girl across the hall. but he could keep it inside as long as possible.

he didn't want to mess up what they already had. and with the added complication of andy, he knew there would never be a right time to tell her. he was just going to have to learn how to deal with it.

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ivyues · 5 months ago

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Chasing Yesterday | 5 | ⋅ Bang Chan

Bang Chan x lost connection trainee friend

Years after splitting paths, Bang Chan didn't expect a simple text to bring an old friend – and old feelings – back into his life.

Part 1 | Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 | Part 5

After countless late nights together, the song was finally complete. Now, as you sat at your desk, gazing at the finished track on your laptop, a smile tugged at your lips – reflecting on the journey that had brought you here.

Here, where your relationship with Chris had deepened to the point where you could proudly call yourself his girlfriend. If his bandmates had their way, though, you were already more than that; they jokingly referred to you as their "mother" behind your back. You knew it was only a matter of time before they let it slip in your presence. The more you got to know them, the clearer it became – they would seize any opportunity to tease your dear boyfriend. After all, that was just their way of showing love.

Your phone buzzed, breaking your thoughts. His name flashed across the screen, and without hesitation, you answered.

“Hey,” you greeted, already knowing why he was calling.

“Hey baby,” Chris’ voice came through, warm and familiar. “Did you finish it?”

“Just exported the final mix,” you confirmed, leaning back in your chair. “I’ll send it over now.”

There was a beat of silence before he asked, “Are you sure?”

You frowned slightly. “Of course. I mean, you put in just as much work as I did. If you want to use it for the group, go ahead. I don’t even need credit if it’ll keep things from getting messy.” You tried to keep your tone light, teasing. “As long as you know that I also gave birth to this song.”

Chris chuckled, but there was something thoughtful in the sound. “I know,” he murmured. “But… I wasn’t planning on releasing it.”

You blinked, caught off guard. “What? But why? I thought you guys did some special songs for one of your concerts? It’s a great song after all, Chris. And you worked so hard on it, we both did—”

“I know,” he interrupted gently. “But some things don’t need to be seen by the whole world.”

Something in the way he said it made your heart stutter.

You swallowed, warmth spreading through your chest. “So you want to keep it just for us?”

“Yeah.” His voice was soft, sincere. “It can be just ours.”

A comfortable silence settled between you for a moment before Chris hesitated. You could hear the way he inhaled, slow and measured, as if he were preparing himself for something.

“Speaking of the concerts…” he sighed, the weight of his thoughts heavy in his voice. “I don’t want you feeling like you have to… but how would you feel about coming to one of ours? You don’t have to, it’s totally okay if you don’t. I just don’t want to not ask you in case you wanted—”

You cut him off before he could spiral further. “Chris, I don’t want to think about what could have been. I just want to support you and enjoy it.”

He was quiet for a moment before he exhaled, a mix of relief and something more complicated. “I just… I don’t want to show you what you could have had, even though it was never something you could have.”

You understood what he meant – understood the way his heart worked, always worrying, always caring too much. And yet, you had already made peace with the past.

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The concert was electrifying. You had seen Chris perform before, but never like this. He commanded the stage effortlessly, pouring raw energy into every lyric. It was mesmerizing. The bass thrummed through your chest, and every time his gaze flickered to your spot in the crowd, a secret smile tugged at your lips.

As you made your way towards the exit, your phone buzzed in your pocket.

Meet me backstage? 😉

You rolled your eyes fondly and typed back a quick On my way.

Security let you through without question – Chris had clearly made arrangements. Weaving past the crew packing up equipment, you found a quiet spot near the wall, pulling out your phone while you waited. The adrenaline from the concert still hummed in your veins, but you were content, scrolling idly through your notifications.

A sudden presence slid up beside you, too close, too fast.

“Heeey.”

A firm nudge against your shoulder sent you jolting forward with a startled yelp, your phone nearly slipping from your grasp. Heart racing, you turned sharply – only to find Chris grinning like a mischievous kid.

“You—” You smacked his arm, half-gasping, half-laughing. “I hate you.”

“Liar.”

His eyes twinkled as he nudged you again, softer this time. He was practically vibrating with post-concert energy, the rush of the performance still coursing through him. His skin glowed with sweat, his hair a tousled mess, but he had never looked happier.

From a few meters away, a familiar voice cut through your flustered silence.

“Smooth move, man. Scare her—solid strategy.”

Chris only grinned wider, shameless. “Worked, didn’t it?”

You groaned, while he laughed, wrapping an arm around you and pulling you close. The warmth of his hold, the lingering thrill of the night, and the teasing lilt in his voice made it impossible to stay mad.

He leaned in, his voice quieter now – just for you. “I’m glad you came.”

You sighed, relenting, and let yourself melt into his embrace. “Yeah,” you murmured. “Me too.”

Before you could say more, Chris’s gaze flicked toward the stage area, his expression shifting.

“Oh—JYP’s here.”

You frowned. “What?”

He leaned in, lowering his voice. “Yeah, I just found out. They called me to film something with him real quick.”

Your breath hitched. Your eyes widened slightly before you quickly schooled your expression.

Chris noticed. “Wanna say hi?”

You scoffed, shaking your head. “He’s never gonna remember me.”

Before he could argue, movement in your periphery caught your attention. A group – including said person himself, some members, a manager, and a few staff – was on their way to pass by where you were standing, presumably for better lighting.

Your stomach twisted slightly. The last time you saw that person, you were told that you didn't make it, that you weren't enough.

At first, he barely glanced at you. But then, as you greeted him casually, his gaze snapped back, his expression shifting. Recognition flickered across his face before his eyes widened.

“Wait… Do I know you?”

Chris looked between you, intrigued.

You smiled politely. “I’m Y/N. We used to train together," you said gesturing towards Chris.

He exhaled, still looking stunned.

After a few moments of catching up, he turned to Chris and the others. “We were just about to go eat. You should come.” Then, his gaze flicked to you. “You too.”

You hesitated. “Oh, I wouldn’t want to intrude—”

Chris nudged you. “Come on.”

You sighed, already knowing you’d lost. “Fine.”

His grin widened.

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The dinner was lively, filled with conversations that bounced between lighthearted jokes and deep discussions about the industry. You mostly listened, enjoying the energy of it all – until a music executive you showed your songs to when you were a trainee turned to you, his expression thoughtful.

"Are you still writing?"

You blinked, caught off guard. Across the table, Chris looked at you curiously.

You hesitated before answering. "A little. Just for myself."

He nodded, as if considering something. Then, casually, he said, "We’re always looking for new songwriters. If you have anything, send it in. No pressure, of course."

For a moment, the conversation around you blurred.

Chris' gaze flickered toward you, but he didn’t say anything. He knew – better than anyone – what this offer meant. What it stirred in you.

Your fingers curled around your glass. Once, an opportunity like this would’ve been everything to you. Once, you might have said yes without hesitation.

But now…

You liked your life. You liked music being yours – something you could love without the weight of deadlines, industry expectations, and the pressure to create for others. Your world was full of music already, but on your terms.

And you didn’t want to step back into an industry that had once drained the joy out of something you loved.

You exhaled, slowly. Then, with a small smile, you shook your head.

"I appreciate it," you said honestly. "But I’m happy where I am."

He studied you for a moment before nodding in understanding. "That’s good to hear."

Chris nudged your knee under the table, a quiet gesture, but when you met his eyes, there was nothing but pride there.

And just like that, the night moved on. No big moment, no regret.

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psychocitywrites · 22 days ago

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Hard Truths - V

Summary: Rafe Cameron has everything a man would want. Now he’s looking to settle down. He thinks he’s found the one that checks all the boxes, except she’s not you.

Prologue Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5

The sun was already setting, with orange and pink hues diffusing the once blue sky. Soon, the city would only light up with fluorescent streetlamps and buildings illuminating with people staying late to finish their work.

Rafe would be one of those people. He had been in the office for hours now, making up for coming in later than he usually would. He even skipped out on his lunch just so he could finish by the night.

His mind was replaying the encounter he had with his father when he finally showed up. Ward had been pissed when he saw Rafe but held it in long enough until they were behind closed doors.

Apparently, Ward had brought in an investor to the company without letting him know, and he was surprised to find that Rafe hadn’t shown up yet. Rafe tried to defend himself, saying that he was helping out a friend.

A friend. Even now, it felt weird to say that since he still wasn’t sure what you were to him.

However, to Ward, it was just another excuse for Rafe to skip out on his responsibilities. Apparently, he had missed an important investor’s meeting and got chewed out by his father.

It was ironic to Rafe. Ward had left the company for him to lead, yet his father would come in from time to time to berate him in front of everybody in the office like he was some loser who only got the position due to his last name.

“When I made you a part of this company, I expected to leave it to someone I could trust. Someone who can carry on the Cameron name and legacy. If Sarah were here, she’d never make me look this stupid in front of everybody.”

The golden child and the apple of Ward’s eye had gotten pregnant and married young, leaving Rafe to deal with leading the company, but Ward still held her in high regard. “If only you turned out more like her.” Ward muttered under his breath. Even if Rafe had become the top businessman of the century, Ward would still somehow compare him to Sarah.

Rafe clenched his jaw, already tired to hearing the same old bullshit spew from Ward again.

“Are you done? If so, I’m getting back to work.” He was already getting up, not really bothering to stay for much longer.

“Rose is cleaning up the place. Come get your stuff. We’ve put your things in a box. If you don’t want them, I’ll toss it out by the end of the month”

It was a threat, and Rafe knew his father would do it. Rose had been wanting to get rid of Rafe’s things after he had moved out years ago, but he’d come by to visit Wheezie from time to time and kept some of his items in his old room until she went to college out of state.

Ward didn’t stay too long after that and left, leaving Rafe in a state of restlessness.

Knock, knock, knock.

Topper sheepishly stuck his head through the doorway. “Hey man, you good? The whole office kinda heard what happened today.”

“I’m peachy, what do you think?” Rafe said sarcastically. “What do you want?”

“You still hittin’ it up with Heather? I’m serious about Ruthie wanting a double date. She’s bustin’ my ass to get you to agree to it too.”

Heather. Shit.

He has put his phone on DND after Ward had left and he forgot about her completely after leaving you alone.

Rafe looked at his phone and saw that he had a couple new messages from Heather.

Heather: Rafe! The flowers are beautiful and the chocolates were wonderful Heather: You've made my day with them Heather: I'm sorry I wasn't there to get them irl, so maybe we should meet up?

Perfect. He responded, typing quickly.

Rafe: Sounds good;) Let me know when and where

Five minutes after he sent that, Heather responded.

Heather: Surprise me :)

“Yeah it’s still on with Heather, and no. Me and Ruthie in a room together ain’t happening. I can't stand her yapping.”

Topper groaned. “Ugh, you’re givin’ me blue balls man.” Rafe narrowed his eyes and Topper took the hint. “Okay, looks like you got everything here in order. Imma take my leave now chief.” He saluted on his way out.

Once Rafe was alone in his office, he sat down on his chair rubbing both of his eyes. Heather's request gave him an excuse to contact you again.

He thought about what had happened earlier and he felt a fuzzy feeling grow in his chest. It must be worry, he thought, but then his stomach grumbled.

Remembering that he had skipped out on his lunch, Rafe glanced at his watch. It read 8:15.

He sighed, already feeling the day wear him down.

He was going to send a text to check up on you, but had beat him to the punch. His phone vibrated with message from you.

y/n: Thank you for today. I’m really glad you helped me today. Let me know if you need anything, i'll try and help

The same fuzzy feeling came back but more intensified, and it made Rafe feel a little uncomfortable.

You’d probably had gotten off work now and texted. He debated on if it was appropriate to ask, but he sent a text anyway.

Rafe: Are you feeling ok? Want me to come over?

Three dots immediately showed up on his phone, then disappeared, then reappeared.

y/n: I'm okay now, you don't have to worry about me

For some reason, Rafe still felt worried. He saw you have to deal with an ass like Kyle, and also saw how you'd been pretty shaken when he last saw you, so before he even knew it, his feet led him out the door and straight to his car. He first made a stop to a Mexican restaurant and ordered enough for two people to go.

He'd memorized you address from the day before and just drove his way there. He knew he should have sent a another text to make sure you were actually at home, but when he parked his car in your drive way and knocked at your door, you had answered, looking wildly confused as to why he was at your door step.

He held up the two bags and a cup holder with drinks. "Is it too late for dinner?"

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You'd been surprised to see Rafe twice on the same day, and even more so when it was at your house.

You'd been trying to keep your distance with Rafe, knowing that developing unrequited feelings for him would spell out disaster for you, but when he offered you takeout that smelled absolutely amazing, you reluctantly invited him in.

"Is this because you felt bad for me this morning?" You asked with an eyebrow quirking up.

"Nah, I was just in the area."

A complete lie. You knew that wasn’t true. You were pretty sure he lived in the opposite direction, but didn’t push it.

Hesitantly, you opened the door for him.

You weren't prepared to have any guests over. You had worn a casual outfit, just a t-shirt and sweats, and your hair was still damp from taking a shower. Rafe could smell the faint scent of your shampoo when you welcomed him.

When he stepped in, he saw various frames of photos littering the wall. Some had you with what he assumed was your siblings since they shared similar features to you. Some with your parents and others of a black cat that actually appeared right on the table as he set down the food.

It seemed curious as to what Rafe had bought and was carefully sniffing around the bags as if it was inspecting the food itself.

“Shadow! No.” You said sternly, hands waving him away. “Paws off the table.” You shoo’d him away. “He knows better than to be in the table. He just doesn’t care for the most part.”

Shadow then appeared by Rafe's feet, sniffing him, trying to gage if he liked Rafe or not. After what felt like an eternity to Rafe, he decided that Rafe was worthy of his attention, so he plopped himself down in front of Rafe, wanting Rafe to pet him.

Rafe smiled that its antics. “Cute cat.”

You carefully picked Shadow up and he meowed in protest. You didn't want him to accidentally eat any food off the table, so you put him in your room just to be safe.

"Be good Shadow." You said like a stern mother lecturing a child. Shadow just blinked before climbing up to your bed and curling himself up into a ball.

When you came back to the dinning room, Rafe had already cleaned and set everything up for the the two of you.

"So what's inside?" You asked.

"Tacos." You raised an eyebrow, looking at him questionably, and he raised both his hands as if to defend himself. "Hey, I'm not all steak and potatoes, I know some pretty good eats here and there. Plus, I could tell you didn't love the last restaurant we went to, so I'm here to redeem myself."

"I didn't hate the place." You mumbled.

"Just the price tag." Rafe countered.

You didn't argue, instead you took a bite of the taco and immediately moaned. Rafe had been watching intently and he loosened up when he saw your reaction, and then began to eat his after you.

"I was actually starved. This was perfect." You said as you finished the last bite. You were now just sipping the drink Rafe had bought.

"Same. I actually haven't eaten anything all day."

"Rafe!" You stared at him wide-eyed, your caring instincts kicking in. "What happened?"

"It's nothing. Just had a lot to finish at work. That's all." He didn't want to bring up Ward.

"Was it because of me?" You casted your eyes down, and Rafe instantly felt like a weight had been pressed on his chest.

"No! Absolutely not. Kyle Richardson is an asshole, and he needed to be brought down to reality. I wouldn't have done anything different. He would have been dealt with sooner or later."

Rafe sighed. "It's just hard, with the expectations I get from others, I feel like I can't live up to them sometimes."

You didn't push but grabbed his hand, just like he did earlier in the day. Rafe found himself really liking the warmth emanating off your hands.

"I actually have to thank you for today." He continued and you looked up at him. “Your suggestions about what to get Heather. It worked, and now she wants me to surprise her for a date," He made air quotes with his hands.

You had let go of his hands by then. "I have no clue if she wants to go somewhere lowkey or something more high end."

You stared at his face and then cleared your throat. "That's...great." You tried to sound happy for him. "Um, Miss Hayworth likes to dine at exclusive places. The place you paid for last time would be perfect."

Rafe made a mental note of that. "Yeah, got it. Thanks."

An awkward silence engulfed the two of you, until you couldn't hold in a yawn. "Um, I think I'm gonna get ready for bed soon. I know I've already said this, but thank you for today." You gave him a small smile.

"I think I've overstayed my welcome. I'll take my leave now." He shuffled up from the dining seat table. He grabbed the wrappers and napkins, cleaning up the tiny mess you and him made during his short visit. "I'll text you later, yeah?"

"Yeah. Take care Rafe. Drive back safely." You walked him to your entrance and watched him enter his car before closing the door completely.

You'd felt like you were in a movie, and instead of being the main character, you were just an individual watching two leads slowly fall in love with each other. A bystander. You sighed and walked to your bedroom and let Shadow strut out and rub himself on you.

You then watched as he placed himself down in front of you and tilt his head, as if he was asking what had happened while he in the other room.

"Oh, Shadow. You're still the number one guy in my heart." You said jokingly, but he seemed to like that answer as he launched himself right into your arms. Your day had been a bit of a rollercoaster, so you were going to let yourself sleep it off before resetting for the next day.

However, as you laid in bed, you tried not to think of Rafe, but that was harder said than done. The way he handled Kyle stayed behind to care for you had set the butterflies in motion inside your stomach. Then the recent visit to bring dinner had made him wedge into your mind subconsciously.

Rafe was making it difficult for you to move on from your unrequited feelings, even if he was doing it unknowingly.

You sighed and tried to keep your eyes shut. You began using your back up plan of counting sheep to make yourself sleepy and slowly but surely, you had fallen into a deep slumber, dreaming of the person your were trying to forget.

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Stevie I have been having a shitty af month (broke up with my bf of 4 years because he’s aromantic right in the middle of my college thesis and I am stressed to high hell) and I was wondering if I could put a request into my favorite writer?

Could you write how König would romance his libeling? Is he the type to wine and dine and have a trail of rose petals, or does he have some fucked up way of doing it? Please and thank you you beautiful amazing stunning person

shit, i’m sorry girl 🥺 he sounds like a fuckin loser. YOUR FAVE WRITER OH EM GEE 🤭🤭

okok so i used to think he’d be really old fashioned and gentlemanly. like, he’d court you traditionally and wouldn’t bed you until he was certain you’re the one and even then he’d ✨ make love ✨. but . . . HECK NO this man is freaky ay-eff !!

MDNI 🪦🕊️ perv!könig, creepy!könig, strong yandere themes, obsessed, stalking, privacy invasion, hidden cameras, mentions of sex toys, voyeurism, masturbation, creampie. not proofread.

he stalked you at first. kept a log of the time stamps that dictated your daily routine. you leave for work every weekday at 7am sharpish, nip home at 12:50 for lunch, head back to work at 13:30, then home for the night at 17:00. rinse and repeat.

you hadn’t a notion that a pair of cerulean blues were admiring you from afar. he followed you everywhere, sometimes even arriving before you if he knew beforehand where you were headed. thank the wire he’d installed in your home for that one. oh, and the tracker he stuck to the arch of the wheel fender on your car.

soon he knew everything there was to know about you. your favourite places to eat (you don’t like spicy food), your favourite pastimes (museums bore you but you’ll happily sit through a movie), your favourite flowers are tulips as they’re not overly fragrant (you don’t like the smell of flowers), your favourite season is spring and your favourite album is californication! oh, and you really want to go on a road trip around western europe.

so when you ‘bumped’ into a mass of muscle just shy of seven feet, face concealed by an old shirt held in place by an upholstered cycling helmet whereby his sapphire eyes were all that remained visible, of course you were intrigued. and he knew you would be — he’d listened in on many a phone call. you’re into the mysterious type.

his thick austrian accent enticed you all the more. he knew it would. you wanted to visit his home country, which he also knew. your otherwise distinct personal preferences that would probably appear far-fetched to most were only working in his favour.

you were immediately swept off your feet — agreeing to go and grab some coffee within moments of meeting him. he already knew your usual from memory: caramel latte with extra foam and one of those cinnamon biscuits on the side. instead, he ordered that exact thing; supposing you’d put it down to fate or something to do with invisible string.

“that’s my order, too!” you’d beamed, completely infatuated. this man was perfect. dark, alluring, captivating and enigmatic. you could only imagine how he looked behind the hood — which enchanted you even more. you recalled a conversation with a friend whereby you’d admitted to finding masked men utterly enthralling. dark romance was absolutely a guilty pleasure. maybe he has a few scars that tell as many stories as his eyes, and a beard would be nice but a stubble would do.

it was over your matching beverages that you arranged dinner for that same night, and obviously your heart grew fonder when he suggested one of your all-time favourite restaurants. he said he wasn’t one for spicy cuisine, and god, was this bloke carved for you by god himself??

so at dinner he asked what you’d like to drink, even commented that you look like a vodka girl. he knew double tito’s with three olives would be your choice, he’d seen pictures of it all over your social pages whenever you went out with the girls or for a work do. you chuckled, enamoured by how experienced and knowledgeable he seemed. you’d gauged by the state of his hands he was an older guy — which was great. “close! i’m a tito’s girl.” you cluelessly corrected.

and of course a cover band were on stage — impersonating the red hot chilli peppers.

throughout the night he told you how he thought flowers smelled like ‘old people homes’, and you excitedly agreed with the comparison since you could never quite put your finger on what the floral scent reminded you of. what made your pulse quicken to the point of lightening velocity was the way he articulated his likes and dislikes — the fact they mirrored your own and the reasonings too. he even knew about your field of work, so you assumed he’d had a similar career himself.

when he dropped you off at your front door, of which he needed little direction to find, you’d invited him in for a nightcap before the words that left you had even registered in your brain. but he obliged, voice smooth like honey and fingers grazing your sides with nimble dexterity.

that night he somehow knew what you liked. where you yearned to be touched and what felt best. the inconspicuous camera that resided within the screw that held your wall-mounted mirror opposite your bed had captured footage of you touching yourself similarly to how he did so with expert ease, pulling those same noises he heard over the mic behind your lampshade.

his thick cock drew orgasm after orgasm from you, veiny shaft delving in and out of your little cunt just like the handheld vibrator did the night before. he’d watched you squirm with the use of it, wrist flexing to force it against the lid of your cervix. his prick ended up clenched by his fist the second spurts of thick cream spilled through the cracks of your toy in the tight gap that swallowed it, and he could almost smell the sweetness of your juices from the screen that he’d watched you from, fantasising that the grip of his rough palm was the warmth of your pussy as it milked his balls of their heavy load.

you’d never slept with a man who performed like he already knew the ins and outs of your body. he fucked you as if he’d been inside of you a million times, hitting every sweet spot and not leaving an inch of your cunny empty or untouched. he was thorough and meticulous, rutting into you with pent-up desperation.

it was almost like he’d been longing to feel your cunt surround his cock for years. as if the whole thing was planned. .?

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Peace - Act I : Chapter five

Lottie Matthews x fem!reader

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Summary: Reader comes back to her hometown and transfers to Wiskayok High School after getting expelled from her previous high school. Follows Junior year into Senior year, all the way up to the crash. (Eventual NSFW mdni)

Warnings: None

The score was 1–1, and the varsity team was catching their breath. Jackie shouted adjustments, Coach Martinez scribbled on a whiteboard, and players swigged Gatorade, mud on their socks, and fire in their eyes. But you weren’t in the huddle. You glanced at the time on your watch.

4:03 PM.

Your heart dropped.

Max.

Every Saturday, 4 PM sharp. Just you and your little brother. Your thing. A promise you never broke-no matter what. Because no one else remembered him like you did. And after the mixed media club, after school, after surviving the noise of your aunt’s house, it was the one moment that was just yours.

You slipped around the bleachers, your camera bumping against your hip, and bolted toward the old payphone tucked beside the gym doors. You dug through your jacket pocket for quarters with shaky fingers and fed them in one by one.

The phone rang once. Twice.

“Hello?” came a small, slightly breathless voice.

You closed your eyes in relief. “Max,” she breathed. “You just get out of baseball?”

“Yeah, we had extra innings,” he said, panting a little. “I hit a double. Coach said my swing’s getting better!”

A grin split across onto your face. “Dude, that’s awesome. You’re gonna be the next Ken Griffey.”

“Grandpa says I’m the next Yogi Berra.”

You chuckled. “You don’t even know who that is.”

“Do too!” Max insisted. “He talks weird.”

You leaned against the brick wall, your smile softening. “I miss you.”

“I miss you more. Did you get my letter?”

“Yeah,” you whispered, picturing the letter in your head. “I hung it up. Right above my bed.”

“I added a drawing of me hitting the ball. So you won’t forget what I look like.”

Your breath hitched. “Max…”

He kept going, unaware of the lump forming in your throat. “I even drew the bat and everything. I tried to make it look like the one Grandpa gave me. And I put a little speech bubble that says ‘The Yankees suck!’”

Hearing the Yankees suck, made you roll your eyes. Your grandfather is the biggest Red Sox fan. So naturally, you were all raised to hate the Yankees. You could picture Max wearing a navy Red Sox shirt right now on the other end.

You laughed, shaky. “You’re gonna make me cry.”

“Nooo,” Max groaned. “Don’t cry. Crying is for babies.”

“I’m not crying,” you lied. “I’m just proud of you.”

He went quiet for a beat. “I’m proud of you, too.”

You felt tears sting in your eyes. There was really nothing to be proud of. You weren't anything special, or doing anything special. Yet Max was the only one who really cared about you. Really loved you. For no other reason but to love and care about you. Nothing more than just for being you. Even in his innocent words, they stuck onto you like clay.

“You okay?” Max asked.

You hesitated. “Yeah,” you said. “Just… tired. But I’m okay. You?”

“I’m good. Grandma made flan. I ate three.”

“You’re a monster.”

“It's just REALLY good.” Max insisted with a giggle.

You laughed, breath hitching. “It is pretty good, I guess.”

You hear commotion from the other end of the phone. Your heart sinks, already knowing what's coming. “Okay,” he said reluctantly. “I gotta go. Grandpa wants me to watch this old game he recorded. Call me next Saturday?”

“You know I will,” you said. “Love you.”

“Love you more,” Max chirped and hung up.

You stayed there a second, your fingers still curled around the receiver, your heart aching in that complicated, permanent way it always did after hearing his voice. Willing yourself to calm down. Trying not to let the tears fall. Your hands palmed your eyes, and you took a deep breath.

“Y/n?”

You turned sharply. Lottie. Her curls slightly frizzed from play, hands on her hips, cheeks flushed from the first half. Sweat darkening the edges of her jersey. She looked… softer than usual. Pretty.

“Coach Scott sent me,” she said. “He saw you storm off and thought you were throwing up.”

You forced a smile. “Nope. Just needed to make a call.”

Lottie nodded slowly. She didn’t press, but her eyes scanned your face, softer than they’d been all week.

“You good?” she asked, voice quieter now.

“Yeah,” you said automatically, then paused. “Actually… yeah. I think so.”

Lottie gave her a faint smile. “Then come on. We’ve got a second half to capture.”

You nodded, already jogging alongside her. The camera swung at your hip, the weight familiar. You didn’t say anything else. But Lottie stayed close, and you didn’t mind.

The energy on the field was electric. Cleats tore into the grass, shouts echoed under the lights, and the scoreboard blinked a tense 1–1. The rivalry with the Titans was personal, at least, both teams played like it.

You stood just past the sideline, fingers wrapped tight around your camera, eyes locked on the field. Your conversation with Max still echoed in your chest, but now you were focused. Watching. Framing. Capturing.

And right now, Lottie was everywhere.

She’d come alive in the second half, gliding through defenders with quiet fury, body low, eyes sharp. It was like watching magic. Jackie barked commands up front. Shauna and Tai locked down midfield. Laura Lee and Mari tightened the back. The whole team pulsed with movement.

Then it happened—Lottie intercepted a midfield pass and didn’t hesitate. She tore down the left, a blur of determination, juked one, slipped past another.

“Center! Center!” Jackie shouted.

But Lottie didn’t go to Jackie. She curled the ball around the last defender and sent a perfectly timed cross straight to Natalie on the right wing. Natalie didn’t even trap it, she volleyed it into the net on first touch.

GOAL.

The sideline erupted.

You got it all, Lottie’s wind-up, Natalie’s strike, the net snapping back, Van leaping from goal to scream in celebration. Shutter click. Shutter click. Holy fuck, it was all magic.

2–1, Yellowjackets.

But the game wasn’t over. Minutes later, Lottie, riding the adrenaline, went too hard on defense. A bad angle. A clumsy slide. She clipped the Titans forward from behind. The ref didn’t hesitate.

Whistle. Foul.

You, along with the crowd, groaned. Penalty kick. Lottie stood back, jaw clenched. Jackie swore under her breath. Shauna put her hands on her hips, trying to breathe. Van jogged in place, eyes narrowed at the girl lining up the shot. You could barely breathe. The Titans forward stepped up. Blew out a breath. Ran forward.

BOOM.

A rocket to the left. But Van was already there. A full-body dive. Fingertips. A slap of leather. DENIED. The rebound was cleared by Tai, and the clock ticked down.

Ten. Nine. Eight…

The crowd counted together.

Three. Two. One—Final Whistle.

Yellowjackets win.

Screams. Laughs. Someone tackled Van in joy. Jackie pulled Lottie into a rough hug. Shauna smacked Laure Lee on the back. Even Natalie cracked a grin.

You had the camera to your face the whole time, snapping the exact moment Van’s arms shot in the air, gloves high, triumph written all over her mud-streaked face.

A near-perfect shot.

Coach Martinez and Coach Scott stood near the register, somehow both overwhelmed and beaming. On the way back home, they pulled both Vans into an Ice Cream parlor off the road.

“Order whatever you want,” Coach Martinez said. “You earned it.”

The ice cream parlor was buzzing with post-game energy — laughter bouncing off tiled walls, jerseys sticking to backs, and sneakers squeaking against old tile floors. Coach Martinez had taken over two tables. Coach Scott was arguing with Van about which flavor was the best.

You stood off to the side, eyes scanning the blur of teal jerseys and sugar highs. You weren't sure if you were here as part of the team or just the one who happened to catch them at their best.

“Y/N!”

You turned and just in time to see Lottie approaching, beaming like she hadn’t just nearly gotten carded for nearly cleating someone into the next county. Lottie’s hair was still damp, cheeks flushed with the leftover adrenaline of the win, and in her hand was a double scoop of something pink and neon. “They had bubblegum,” she said, holding it up proudly. “Like the kind I would only get at this weird stand in the mall when I was, like, nine.”

You blinked. “I’ve never had that.”

Lottie paused, blinked, and then shoved the cone toward your face. “Then obviously, now is the time to try it’s goodness.”

You laughed, dodging the melting scoop. “You’re gonna drop it, psycho.”

“I’ll drop it into your hand if you don’t take a bite. Come on,” Lottie leaned in, whispering like it was a secret mission. “It’s basically a rite of passage. You’re one of us now.”

The words hung there, light but full. One of us.

You slowly let yourself smile. And then leaned forward, took a small bite, and winced. “Oh my god, that’s terrible.”

“I know, right?” Lottie was grinning widely now. “That’s why I get it every time. It's so bad that it's literally so good.”

You rolled your eyes, but something loosened in your chest. You weren’t sure if it was the sugar or the soft, persistent way Lottie always seemed to find you. But for the first time in a while, you didn’t feel like you were on the outside of something. You felt… in it.

Fuck maybe you loved soccer now.

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