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velocesainz · 8 months ago

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Oscar Piastri

friends to lovers(I wanted to ask if you don't mind adding that when they're going to have sex reader is insecure of her body)

Bathrobe: You're literally perfect

Mesh top: Why do you care so much

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Tank top: I can't get enough of you

Tunic: Jealous? So what if I am jealous

Cufflinks: Jealousy

Leg warmer: Degradation

Tie: Choking

Mirror sex

A/n: Thank you for the order! Enjoy!

Friend no more

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Summary: Oscar and reader are best friends and garner feeling for each other. Reader thinking it’s a lost cause after being accidentally friend-zoned by Oscar tries to move on but Oscar has other plans

Pairing: Oscar piastri x reader

Warnings: smut, slight angst

Order receipt:

Bathrobe: You’re literally perfect

Mesh top: Why do you care so much

Shirt: Your moans are my favourite sound

Tank top: I can’t get enough of you

Tunic: Jealous? So what if I am jealous

Cufflink: Jealousy

Leg warmer: Degradation

Tie: Choking

Bucket hat: Mirror sex

Face mask: Insecure reader

Reader pov:

I sat at our apartment waiting for my best friend to arrive so we can get ready to go together to a party that Oscar decided to drag me to

One thing about me is that I care deeply for the people I love and will to anything for them, even it means sacrificing a perfectly good lazy saturday evening that I could've spent watching tv shows and binge eating chips.

I love Oscar, much more than a friend and I have a suspicion that he feels the same judging by the way he cares for and looks at me . His mom herself told me she was sure that he liked me but you never know, I'm waiting for him to make the first move just to be sure

Me and him have been friends ever since we were in diapers. Our parents were best friends and so we followed the same. I followed Oscar around in the gap year I had taken before uni and we grew impossibly closer.

I was still working on my degree in aerodynamics hoping to join Oscar in his ventures in formula 1.

My train of thought was cut off by the doorbell ringing pulling me back into the real world

I quickly opened the door and let Oscar in

"So what are you planning on wearing?" Oscar questioned as he started picking out what he was going to wear

"I don't really know, maybe a pair of jeans and a shirt?" I responded still contemplating outfit choices

"Oh come on that's so boring, let loose, wear some dresses for a change" He told me and took me by surprise

I guess he was right, maybe he was going to confess and that's why he's making me dress nice.

I put on a short satin black dress feeling sort of exposed and insecure and quickly did my make up and curled my hair

"Ok I'm ready to go!" I called out to Oscar

I froze when I saw him, he looked so goddamn hot. He was in a simple pair of blue jeans a black shirt with the sleeves rolled up

I swear I was going to melt right then and there

"Y-you look absolutely gorgeous" He sputtered

"Getting a compliment for you? I must look really hot then huh" I replied sarcastically

"Let's not get too ahead of ourselves now. Let's get going or we will be late, not that we're not late already"

It was in Oscar's nature to be late to whatever or wherever he goes to do but he's been slowly working on it.

We both sat in his Mclaren and drove to the club where the party was

Upon reaching there we were met with a crowd. I had not met Oscar's friends in formula 1 as of yet so I was nervous as well as excited to meet them today.

Lando approached and brought us in

"So who is this beautiful woman you have with you today Oscar?" Lando questioned

"This is my childhood best friend y/n. We grew up together" Oscar replied breaking my heart

"Are you sure she's not your girlfriend mate?"

"I don't like her like that" With that my heart shattered into tiny pieces. I thought he liked me back.

I guess I was wrong this whole time. I was only his best friend, nothing more.

After we reached the table I quickly made my way away from Oscar to sit at the opposite side

I saw Oscar flirting with a really pretty looking model making me dig an even deeper hole in self hatred and insecurity.

I decided to speak to Lando who seemed interested in me. I mean I had to get over Oscar in one way or another.

As we were talking we slowly started flirting and touching each other softly

Oscar pov:

As soon as we reached the table y/n went and sat at the opposite end of the table which was very odd, she loved sitting next to me.

She was then approached by Lando which made my heart sink. I have liked her for years but I never had the guts to tell her and at this point I don't think she likes me anyways.

Observing th two of them I saw them flirting with each other and lightly touching each other all I could see was red.

I don't know what came over me but I walked over to them and grabbed y/n's hand dragging her out of there

"Hey what gives?" she shouted at me

I ignored her protests and threw her into the car and drive straight to our apartment

As soon as we got home I dragged her inside

"What the fuck is wrong with you? I was having a really nice conversation with Lando until you rudely came and interrupted us" she exclaimed

"You both were getting too flirty and close to him. If I hadn't stopped it you would've ended up in his bed" I tried to explain

"So what Oscar? Why do you care so much?" she snarled out

"I care because you're my best friend and i don't want to see you getting hurt" I replied

"It was literally as if you were jealous of me and Lando being close" she said

Hearing Lando's name made me clench my fists.

"Jealous? So what if I am jealous" I replied my eyes getting darker

"W-what-" I cut her off with a passionate kiss

She broke the kiss quickly

"I'm just your best friend Oscar, go back to those hot models. I'm not as pretty and hot as they are"

This made me angry. How could she think of herself like that? To me and a lot of other guys she was the most beautiful woman ever.

"You’re literally perfect darling. I'll show you just how pretty you are darling" I whispered huskily into her ear and dragged her to my room while kissing her.

Reader pov:

Oscar took us to his bedroom and pushed me onto the plush bed

He took off my clothes one by one admiring my body but being the insecure person I am I tried covering myself

“Don’t do that. You’re literally perfect. Stop shying away and hiding from me” he told me and placed me in such a way that I could see myself in the mirror

“Watch yourself while I fuck you bitch. See how pretty of a slut you look for me”

With that he lined himself up and thrusted into me bottoming out immediately

I let out the loudest moan I ever had and as he continued to thrust into me I moaned non stop he felt so good

“Mhph your moans are my favourite sound. Keep moaning whore”

He then switched positions from doggy to missionary and thrusted into me again

He put his hands around my throat lightly choking me causing me to let out a moan

“Oh you like that little slut? You like when I choke you like that?” He asked

All I could do was nod in response

We both were approaching our highs and his thrusts turned sloppy

“Where do you want me whore”

“In my mouth please” I pleaded

He pulled and pumped himself to the edge while circling my clit which also brought me to the edge

Thick strings of hot cum entered my mouth and I swallowed it completely savouring the taste

“You’re so perfect for me baby. Never leave me” with that he hugged me and we both fell into a deep slumber

A/n: hello lovelies hope you guys liked this, it’s kind of a long one. As always make sure to send any feedback. Kissies ✨

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phoebebuggers · 6 days ago

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teaser preliminary thoughts

the opening scene being joyce and will talking about the vanishing of will byers was a very intentional choice - not only is will the central character this season, with a major plot point revolving around them discovering why and how will went missing and his connection to vecna (which i believe will also tie into holly's disappearance.) for a second i thought this could be a conversation about holly where joyce and will compare her being missing to what happened to will but i'm leaning toward no..it feels personal to me

the majority of the teaser was preexisting scenes, which i guess could be a little disappointing but it seemed like they wanted to ramp up the nostolgia with the st segment overall which is understandable for the show that "made" netflix. i also think we will be seeing those scenes with young will or maybe new ones from his disappearance as flashbacks anyways

edit: just realized i forgot this clip.. robin, will (*the* outfit!!) and erica in the background, not suure who's on the ledge behind joyce...someone let me know if you have a guess on what this wooden structure is, it almost looks like a stable or a barn. there's definitely some crazy shit behind that door, interesting that joyce seems to have a weapon and the other two do not. im really excited to see robin and joyce's dynamic (definitely see that playing a role in willl coming out)

i think there's a possibility that we'll see karen wheeler's character expanded on this season, possibly in tandem with the explanation for mike's behavior in the previous 2 seasons (the wheelers and conformity) as she takes on a role simillar to joyce in season 1. i'm wondering if this shot is before or after holly disappearing - also that one leak about karen getting injured (maybe in the process of protecting holly??) also, with the theme of conformity and ted wheeler generally sucking im wondering if his behavior this season will end up endangering the wheelers

definitely an emphasis on parent-child relationships this season (this is the third one we've seen). i think that we're going to see el and hopper working together in a way similar to the season 3 finale in a way that redeems that tragic ending, where hopper accepts that el isn't a kid who needs to be protected but a strong young woman who needs to be supported. i lowk have no idea what she's covering her ears about though, maybe coming down from projecting somewhere??

on the topic of hopper, rest in peace russia plotline, i have no idea how they're gonna resolve all that in hawkins lmao

seems like dustin is paired with the older teens again...which i lowk hate but it's kind of been that way since season 1 so i get it. i just don't understand the constant need to seperate him from the party. it looks like they might be in hawkins lab here, but i guess it could be anywhere

i was pretty much certain they were gonna show a shot like this in the teaser, max's coma is pretty much the biggest cliffhanger on the last season and they're going to continue to tease that. i love the coloring in this scene, i think we're gonna see lucas alone a lot this season in a more serious light than ever before (season 4 set the stage for this). i also don't see max getting a recovery until well into the second half of the season (but i do think she'll survive). i also think max is going to be up to a lot more than just laying in a hospital bed though, i really see her being able to reach el/vecna/will(?) through her mind and i think her and el will be paired a lot this season (maybe that's wishful thinking)

i think the two biggest mysteries they're hiding from audiences and shushing the cast about are whether max survives and whether byler is happening. and i think both of these things are happening...personally (notice that these two are the only couple shown together in the entire teaser).

this ss is bad but this is either two people (2 lights) or one person alone (1 flashlight and 1 lantern). i really want to know what that pink thing is, it almost looks like a head

mike is the heart of the party, blah blah blah....this shot really is so telling though like he's such a natural protector. i think we're reallly gonna see him return to his roots this season. it looks like the kids behind him are those new friends of erica's, and that's definitely joyce holding someone...they look too small to be will and i dont know why he would be hiding in the back like that anyway so i really dont know who that is. i think this definitely has to do with the vecna/mr whatsit plotline

im assuming erica is with this group as well but for some reason she isn't pictured. it seems like they're trying to introduce a kind of "new gen" of preteens this season which is a questionable choice for a finale but the duffers have always been good at getting us to care about new characters so i have faith.

finally will on his main character shit and the scream that was leaked - my working theory for this scene is that he's sensing something only he would know because of his connection to vecna and warning the other characters, possibly using himself as some kind of bait?? this is mostly a hunch tho. im not sure where he is here, it's definitely not the upside down but it looks kind of industrial?? the floor actually looks like to could be the same as the previous shot with mike but i dont think so

jonathan is getting absolutely ignored to my devastation, not a single feature unless he was the other character in that scene with joyce and the axe. i feel like he's one of the most likely characters to die but i really hope they do something interesting with him

nancy was also mia...we know she and jonathan are paired with steve and dustin at some point (car picture) but not sure what they're up to other than that nancy walk em down wheeler will be there im sure..

im down with the release schedule, we knew it was gonna be in parts and as a college student i am definitely glad it's during holidays/breaks because im going to want to watch asap. the wait might kill me though

on the topic of byler, i don't think this told us anything new but the fact that they didn't show mike with will or el at any point is good news in my opinion. will being front and center and mike taking a leadership role are signs to character development for both of them!!

#i love stranger things #this was kind of a mess sorry #stranger things 5 #byler #st5 #tudum #st5 teaser #st5 trailer #st5 speculation #st5 spoilers #byler st5 #st5 leaks #st5 predictions

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nobodynoteventherainn · 5 months ago

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Okay, how bout head cannons for the outsiders were paired with an eccentric reader. She’s stylish and can throw outfits together, she comes from a close knit family and kind of needs someone to help them stay on track doing even simple tasks because she’ll get lost in her own little world.

Maybe separation anxiety too? Idk I feel like I wanna see them paired with just a very cutesy reader in general who can tend to depend on a strong greaser whom in this case would be in the gang we know and love.

The Outsiders x Eccentric! Reader

Darry Curtis

Darry loves your outfits- especially the more creative, unique ones

When you're putting together an outfit he'll just watch with the most adorable little love struck smile

He doesn't really understand why or how you get distracted, but he's not too bothered by it since he's used to being around day dreamers (cough cough Ponyboy)

When you get distracted, he gives you a gentle little nudge to recapture your attention

"Darlin', you alright?"

He appreciates your bond with your family and it makes him a bit wistful about his parents (in a good way)

Darry works a lot, so he feels guilty about your separation anxiety. When he gets home he makes sure to spend a bit of time with you before he makes dinner or does housework- he'll just talk to you about both of your days, maybe a bit of cuddling if he's in the right mood

Darry wraps his arms around you as soon as he's in the living room, kissing the top of your head. "C'mere, hon.. missed you.."

Sodapop Curtis

Soda loves looking at your outfits

Every morning he and Ponyboy try to guess what you'll be wearing that day (they're never right)

Soda loves your family and they love him- he can get along with anybody and doesn't mind going over to your house for holidays

When you get lost in thought, Soda just waits patiently for you to return- he just gazes at you, admiring the pensive look in your eyes and your slightly creased eyebrows. He thinks it's adorable

Honestly, Soda probably has separation anxiety too

Luckily you can come with him to the DX

He comes and picks you up every morning and during his shifts he'll glance in your direction every so often to make sure you're good

Soda finishes filling up a tank and looks over for the second time in the past five minutes to where you're sitting by the door of the convenience store with your notebook. "Hey sweet thing, ya good?"

Ponyboy Curtis

Pony really likes drawing you and your outfits, he notices all the little details

Ponyboy regards you for a second, his eyes lingering on your jewellery before commenting with a little smile. "Are those new earrings? Pretty tuff."

Pony absolutely understands when you get distracted- he does too

You'll sometimes have deep, entertaining conversations but you're equally as comfortable just sitting in silence in your own little worlds, maybe holding hands or with your head leaning on his shoulder

Pony is sometimes a bit envious of your relationship with your family, he wishes his relationship with Darry came as naturally

But he loves your family and your parents become like parent figures to him

He understands your separation anxiety and can sense when you're perturbed. He'll try to appease it with gentle touches, reassurances that he's there

Pony knows your body language thoroughly and when you open to door to your house for him, he notices the way your eyes light up and the tenseness in your muscles melts away. He lays a hand on your arm, gazing up at you reassuringly. "Hey."

Dallas Winston

Dally likes how you look in your outfits. Not even always in a sexual way- he just thinks you look pretty. He tries not to be too obvious about admiring them because he doesn't want you to know how cute he thinks you look. But occasionally you'll catch him looking

A smirk finds its way onto your face as you see Dally's eyes raking over your outfit- but his eyes flick to your face with a look adjacent to sheepishness. He speaks in a slightly defensive voice. "What, doll? Y'look good in that."

If you've been together a while and he trusts you, he might let you wear his ring

Dally doesn't get why you daydream or how you manage it with so much going on in the real world

If you get distracted while you're doing something or if he needs to get your attention, he'll give you a (harder than intended) shove. He's just not always good at being gentle

"Knock it off, dollface- you gotta pay attention-"

If he notices you daydreaming and he doesn't have to get your attention, your expression will elicit a little smirk out of him and he'll just watch you thinking

Dally doesn't understand close knit families either since he's never quite had a family besides the gang, but he respects your relationship with your family and might be willing to get to know them in a serious relationship

He secretly thinks your separation anxiety is kind of sweet- he'll definitely try to keep you with him whenever he can to alleviate it

Steve Randle

Your outfits definitely catch Steve's attention- they were probably the first thing about you that drew him in

He likes picking your jewellery for you

Steve is a bit wary of meeting your family for the first time, but he's all smiles after and he totally understands why you love them so much

Steve walks through the park with you after meeting your family, his fingers laced with yours. He mutters to you, trying to hold back his smile. "You got quite the family, sunshine."

He loves watching you get lost in your own world- the corner of his lips quirk into a little smile and he'll ruffle your hair affectionately. He's a very realist sort of guy and he thinks your daydreams are funny, in a cute sort of way. He just loves everything about you.

Steve feels the same way about your separation anxiety. He'll bring you with him to the DX and let you talk to him as much as you want while he works

He also loves to rant about what he's doing as he works on cars- showing you parts, complaining, explaining how things work.

Johnny Cade

Johnny will unashamedly stare at your outfits without even realizing

He literally thinks you're perfect. The man is down bad

He lovesss watching you daydream. He won't ever interrupt you and he always asks what you were thinking about afterwards

Johnny gazes at you with his big, dark eyes, snapping you out of your thoughts. He waits a second to make sure you're done musing, then asks in a curious and genuinely interested tone. "Hey.. what were you thinkin' 'bout this time?"

His parents suck, so he wholeheartedly will adopt your family as his own

He goes over to your house for every holiday

He has some degree of separation anxiety too- he loves being with you even if you're not talking

Like, it's so easy and comfortable to just be sitting, maybe holding hands or cuddling, and just not talking. Enjoying each other's presence

His whole face lights up when he sees you and his whole body relaxes- hands out of pockets, shoulders loose, jaw unclenched

Two-Bit Mathews

Two-Bit thinks your outfits are adorable and he likes to bother you while you're putting them together

He'll grab pieces of clothing you're laying on the bed or come up behind you and put his hands on your shoulders

You bite your lip, trying to decide which top looks better with your light blue jeans. Suddenly, you feel two hands grab your shoulders and you yelp, almost jumping out of your skin. You turn around and, of course, it's Two-Bit. Smiling like the Cheshire cat. He drawls out, "I like the blue shirt, baby."

When you daydream, his reaction depends on his mood

If he's feeling considerate, he'll just leave you be. Well, he won't bother you directly. Maybe he'll breathe really loudly and see how you react, or he'll pretend to choke

If he's in a regular mood, he'll tap you and crack a joke

"Watcha thinkin' about, sweetheart? You're dreamin' 'bout these muscles, ain't ya?"

He loves your family. He likes goofing around with them, especially if you have younger siblings

Two-Bit definitely caters to your separation anxiety and brings you everywhere with him

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niyoriix · 1 month ago

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Hcs for Sue&reedChildFem!reader + Jeff the shark

All X Susan&Reeds child Fem!Reader(PLATONIC)🐈‍⬛

This was requested but I can't find their req again😭

Warnings: Reader is about 8-12? Lol a lil angst?? Reed and Susan aren't really there since they're busy, but they try. Also a few HC for sue and reed!

⋆.˚ ★—It was an early morning when you found out your parents were busy working- again. It wasn't unusual, I mean come on, you have superheroes for parents. And it's not like they WANT to leave you home by yourself. Even though they're gone they at least left you a little friend to play with while they're gone.

⋆.˚ ★—"Jeff!" You shouted in joy once you saw him "Mmrrrp!(Translation: Friend!) Looks like he was happy as well! You and Jeff were the bestest of friends, you spend a lot of time together doing random things. Since you both like the beach you spend most of your time there. But If you have an interest in baking, Jeff will most definitely try his best to help you! Have any other interests? He'll be there to help you!

⋆.˚ ★—since your young and reed and sue are quite protective of you. You can't really go outside by yourself, so Jeff decided to be your guard shark! he was so excited to start spending even more time with you! So even though you can't understand him and have to rely on guessing, you can most definitely tell that he adores you.

⋆.˚ ★—when your parents aren't busy with work and saving the planet, they love playing spending their time playing with you and Jeff. It's a great bonding experience for all of you. Movie nights,theme parks,mini park dates and anime/themed cafes/restaurant dates. Reed and sue try and make up for the lost time.

⋆.˚ ★—When reed and sue are busy and Johnny and Ben aren't. They are going to be found with you most of their free-time. Ben goes grocery shopping with you, Johnny likes using your adorable face to get the ladies, Sue wasn't happy when she found this out btw. She also wasn't very happy when she found out they had bought you a LION. And that they had brought it to YOUR home for YOU to pet and love. Reed thought it was a little funny but he also thought it was immature and stupid for Ben and Johnny to do. Sue was pissed. She thought, had the lion not been properly trained or the lion just Decided to hurt you, she wouldn't have you anymore. and that thought scared her to her core.

⋆.˚ ★—she trusted Ben and Johnny not to do anything stupid yet this had happened. She just wanted you out of harm, they understood that and apologized quickly. You were also sorry since you had asked them to get you a lion(although you didn't actually think they'd do it-) sue and reed were fine with you wanting one and asking for said lion, they don't blame you for wanting one. They were just worried. Also Johnny and Ben were grounded for this event.

SCOOPER MC DOOPER I'm gone. Reqs open😺 BYEEE✓✓

#marvel rivals #cute #fluff #susan storm #reed richards #fantastic 4 x reader #child!reader #platonic #johnny storm #benjamin grimm #jeff the land shark #marvel rivals x reader #marvel #mcu fandom

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nichoswag · 2 years ago

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Hey Rei! I've been thinking for a while if I should send a prompt request or not, but here we go. 😂 (Hope you'll like it lol)

So my idea is #15 "Please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there." with a fake dating trope. And the idol who first came to my mind was Heeseung, I feel like he would match this well! You're free to decide the atmosphere of the story, I, personally was just feeling funny haha. I hope you'll have fun with this request! <33

flirt . lee heeseung

prompt: "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there."

pairing: fake bf!heeseung x gn reader

warnings: fake dating au, lots of flirting, kissing, teasing, like one light innuendo

song rec: into it - chase atlantic (warning: song is extremely sexual)

a/n: hii marine! admittedly i did push this to the top of my list because i feel a bit more inclined to complete reqs from my moots ♡ sorry it took so long, but i did have a lot of fun with this request!! i hope you enjoy :))

if someone were to ask you how you got in this situation, you honesly couldn't say you have a clue.

walking into your childhood friend's parents' house hand-in-hand with him, you're still questioning how you got here.

well, to put it simply, you and heeseung grew up together. you even went to college together, and now you're back home together. but, you're now actually together.

at least, that's what you've told both of your parents, after constant nagging and pleading from both ends for you both to date someone. so, your solution was to pretend you're both dating each other.

now, you're shaking due to the nerve of the roles you're both about to play.

heeseung squeezes your shaking hand that's placed in his, sending you a reassuring smile. "hey, it's fine. we're only doing this to get them off our backs."

your heart flutters at his smile and the kind action.

mrs lee opens the door for the both of you. "____! it's so nice to see you," she exclaims, pulling you into a hug.

"moooom," heeseung whines. "what about me?"

she chuckles. "oh, hush. i haven't seen ____ in years."

as she welcomes the two of you into her house, you realize how natural this feels after all. besides, you and mrs lee have always been close, as your moms are best friends, so she's like a second mom to you anyway.

heeseung leads you through the wide hall into the large dining room. sending you a wink, he pulls back your chair for you. you send him a weird look as you sit down, but he ignores it and pushes your chair in, taking a seat next to you.

diagonal from where you and heeseung sit, your fathers are arguing about who's lawnmower does the better job. you chuckle at their pettiness as your mother chastises your dad for picking a fight over such a stupid thing. things haven't changed at all.

you're immersed in a conversation with heeseung until someone takes a seat across from you. it's heedo, your fake boyfriend's older brother.

and your childhood crush.

there's a girl sitting next to him, and they're holding hands, just as you and heeseung were a few minutes ago.

heeseung seems to notice your curiosity, because he leans closer to speak into your ear. "that's yeri, heedo's girlfriend." he takes your hand again and squeezes it. "are you okay? we can leave if you're uncomfortable," he offers, knowing about your long-term crush on his brother.

you shake your head. "i'm alright. just surprised."

he nods, understanding. "are you over him? i mean, you've dated since you last saw him."

"i think so, actually." you smile, nostalgia hitting you suddenly. "he was my childhood crush, so i guess it's just weird for me. it's not like i haven't seen him with a girl before."

you remember the time you saw him making out with a girl at a party him and heeseung had thrown in high school while yours and their parents were on a trip. you'd then gotten drunk on wine to the point of throwing up, and heeseung had held your hair back half the night at your house while you threw up.

then, when he brought his first girlfriend for dinner with his parents. heeseung had invited you over, not knowing he was there with his girlfriend, and you'd spent the evening crying in his room while he held you.

heeseung grins at you, seemingly remembering those nights too. you feel eternally grateful to have someone like him in your life.

he presses a kiss to your temple, seemingly trying to keep up the act. "you hungry, cutie?"

you nod shyly, blushing as he ruffles your hair. "starved."

within a few moments, heedo and heeseung get up to help their mother bring plates of food from the kitchen and set them in the middle of the large dining table.

yeri stares at you across the table. you feel self-conscious as she eyes you up and down, as if she's analyzing how big of a threat you are to her.

heeseung catches a glance at her eyeing you as he sits down, sighing as he realizes what's going on. he glares back at her, and she just smiles innocently, fixing a napkin on her lap. she glares at you as she kisses heedo on the cheek.

"what's her problem?" heeseung whispers in your ear.

you shrug. "i have no clue. I've literally just been sitting here."

he rolls his eyes. "i hope she doesn't cause a scene."

dinner does end up going without a hitch. besides a few more glares from yeri when heedo asks about your experiences in university and settling into your new job, you feel at ease. even when yours and heeseung's parents ask how you two began dating, you're able to answer the questions just as the two of you practiced earlier.

you notice heeseung looking at you with an expression you don't recognize throughout dinner. almost like admiration, except his eyes are fiery. you just think he's playing the role of your loving boyfriend.

mrs lee brings out a tray of sweets. "anyone hungry for dessert?" she practically sings.

heeseung grins and leans close. "mine's already here." he places a hand on your knee.

you choke on your own spit, and he pats your back. "please stop flirting with me, my parents are right there," you whisper-yell into his ear as everyone stares at you both.

your hear giggles, and you realize everyone must have heard what you said.

your mother smiles sweetly at the both of you. "don't worry, we're not judging you. the two of you are adorable."

you blush furiously, and heeseung ruffles your hair again.

yeri huffs from across the table, and you realize she must be jealous of the attention you two are receiving as a couple, not insecure of her relationship. she busies herself with fixing heedo's collar aggressively.

he grabs her hands as the attention turns to them. "what is your problem? you've been like this all evening. can't you just act normal?"

heeseung stifles a laugh from beside you and you nudge him with your elbow. "what's funny?"

he leans over to whisper in your ear for the third time tonight. "just that they're seemingly an actual couple and they get along worse than us."

you giggle, and yeri turns to glare furiously at you. "what the fuck is funny, you callous bitch?"

there are gasps all along the table, and heeseung nearly stands up defensively before you grab his arm to pull him down.

"don't think i haven't noticed you flaunting you perfect boyfriend all night." she laughs mockingly. "you're like a three. how did you manage to pull that guy?"

"get out." heedo glares at his probably soon-to-be-ex girlfriend, motioning towards the hall that leads to the front door.

"what?" her tough front cracks as she wears a scared face. "heedo-"

"i said. get. out." he gets up, pulling her up with him and marching toward the hallway.

you can hear the yelling and screaming still. "i've told you before, she's like a fucking SISTER to me! who are you to talk to my family like that?" "SHE WAS TAUNTING ME WITH HER PERFECT GUY-"

eventually, the screaming is muffled as it seemingly continues outside.

mrs lee gains her composure and proceeds with setting out the dessert. "kids these days are so dramatic. minus my ____, of course. you're an angel."

you smile at her. "thanks, mrs lee."

her smile falters. "honey, why don't you just call me 'mom?' i'll be your mother-in-law eventually, anyway."

you nearly choke again, and heeseung stifles a laugh. "just go with it," he mouths.

you smile again. "sure, mom. thank you for the dessert."

dinner wraps up rather quickly after the dramatic scene. heedo returns at the very end, looking very disheveled as you and heeseung make your way up the long spirals stairs to his room, where you'll both be staying the night.

heeseung lets out a long laugh after he closes the door to his childhood bedroom, nearly slumping against it. "that was a train wreck. heedo has terrible taste in girls."

you giggle. "he should've just chosen me when he had the chance."

heeseung's smile fades. "no, i rather like having you to myself."

your feel a twinge of pain in your heart at the way his smile drops. "hee, i was just kidding. i told you, i'm over him. i think i like someone else now, anyway."

the smile that began to creep onto his face at the first part of your speech drops again as he hears the last part. "oh." his shoulders slump, face looking dejected.

you catch his face in your hands as he turns away from you. "hee, do you really not realize who i'm talking about?"

his eyes widen in realization. "you mean..."

"yes, i mean i like you, lee heeseung." you grin at him.

before you realize it, he's taking you into his arms and picking you off the ground and you're spinning through the air. you both giggle as you come back onto the ground.

now flustered, you look away from him "so..."

"i like you too, ____. i thought that was pretty obvious." he ruffles your hair yet again, pulling you close by your waist.

you giggle. "it kinda was."

he looks at you for a moment, gentle gaze flickering between your eyes and lips. "can i kiss you?"

you nod, and he leans down to connect your lips gently. you wrap your arms around his neck, one hand resting on the nape of his neck, and the other tangling in his hair.

he pulls away and you lean your head against his chest, breathless.

"fuck, i think i might be in love with you." the words leave your mouth before you can even think about what you're saying.

he smirks down at you as you meet his eyes, yours wide. "yeah? what makes you think that?"

you inhale sharply. "you've been there for me through everything since we were kids. my heart hurts when you're sad, i feel angry when you're angry, and i'm happy when you are. also, i always find myself missing you when you're not around. i think that's love."

he smiles, eyes shining brightly. "if that's the case, i love you too."

minutes later, you're settled in a pair of heeseung's clothes, waiting on his bed for him to come back from the bathroom.

as he enters the room, your heart races. you've spent nights together as friends, no biggie. but now, it's the real deal.

he sprawls out on the bed beside you and turns to look at you. "cuddle?" he asks, opening his arms. you practically dive into them as they wrap around your body tightly.

you realize you feel safe here. that to you, there's never been any place safer than in his arms.

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abbysimsfun · 8 days ago

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Sims In Bloom: Generation 2 Pt. 195 (A New Baby and A New Case)

Just as she'd expected, Lilith's labour and delivery was uneventful, duly supported by her excited husband, Felix. Their son, Jasper Bruno Psyded, was the light of their lives the minute he wailed his way into the world, just months after the birth of his redheaded cousins, Solange and Selene Pleasevart.

Patches the kitten and Ramona the crow also demanded their attention, but both pets knew young Jasper was the new king of the chateau.

"I love when you're not out of town for work, but you're hogging Jaz again, Felix. He's getting hungry." Despite her complaint, Lilith smiled lovingly at the man she'd married, her heart growing in size at the sight of him cradling their tiny baby boy.

"Sorry Lil, I just can't get enough of him. I still can't believe we made a whole tiny person. I know we gave him my father's name, but he looks more like the old man every day."

"Just let me feed him and then you can carry him all over the house."

Felix watched in awe while his wife fed and burped their infant son, listening intently while she discussed her podcast. "I'm so inspired to produce new mysteries now that Jasper's here. All the ghost lore in town is one thing, but you'll never believe what I overheard down at Ravenwood Grocery the other day."

"Did someone see a ghost?"

"No, they haven't seen anything! Apparently the concert violinist, Layne Coffin, used to stop by the grocer's every morning when he wasn't on tour, but staff there haven't seen him in weeks. I guess he came in one Monday, but since then the orchestra's been on hiatus and he hasn't been around the shops at all."

Felix shrugged. "I've seen Olive Specter around town in the past week, and she didn't act like a woman whos fiance's gone missing."

Their conversation was interrupted by the heavy chime of their Gothic doorbell and Felix headed downstairs. With a surprised smile, he greeted Olive Specter and welcomed her inside.

"Miss Specter, it's always a pleasure. Did you come to check up on the house since you sold it to us?"

"No, Mr. Psyded, I know you and your wife are perfectly at home here with your new son. I stopped by because I believe I might be in need of your services."

Felix forced a smile. "What for, Miss Specter?"

"It's my fiance, Mr. Psyded. He's gone missing."

Immediately interested, Felix led Olive into the small office on the first floor, where they sat together at the chess table. Olive looked around, pondering a move and sliding a pawn across the board.

"Do detectives suspect you?" Felix moved a piece in response.

"There are no detectives in this town, Mr. Psyded. They're all dead, and none of them decided to stick around with the ghosts."

"So, why would you need a lawyer, then?"

"Layne's orchestra works primarily in San Myshuno, Mr. Psyded. Once they're off hiatus, if he doesn't show up to work...They always suspect the partner first. I've lost four husbands before Layne Coffin and I know how this works."

"Do you think he's dead, Miss Specter?"

"I think that whether he's alive or dead, the person who'll know anything about it is my niece, Ophelia." Olive spoke her niece's name with poisoned anger. "But I don't know where she is, either, which is why I'm sure I'll need a good defense attorney."

Felix moved a another piece on the board. "Miss Specter, I'd be happy to represent you, but you should probably tell me everything you know."

"I know I saw him on Tuesday morning before he left for his usual walk through town, and then I went to work. He didn't come home that night and he didn't answer his phone, but you have to know Layne to understand him, Mr. Psyded. Sometimes he has periods where he just goes silent. He retreats into himself, and it's usually when he's working on a new piece of music. But he's been gone too long, even for him."

"And why do you think your niece is involved? Because she's missing now, too?"

"I don't think Ophelia is missing. I raised her after her parents died and she's always been her own person. Insolent at the best of times. Ophelia knows exactly where Ophelia is, but she and Layne were having an affair and I wouldn't doubt if they planned this."

Felix glanced between the woman and the chessboard in shock as Olive spoke casually. "Your fiance was having an affair with your niece and you were okay with it?"

"Of course I wasn't okay with it, Mr. Psyded. She's my niece. But I'd spoken to both of them about it and I thought we were past it. You see...Layne's an artist and fidelity harnesses his spirit. To make truly beautiful music, Layne has to be free. I understood this when I fell in love with him."

"I understand," said Felix carefully, unsure if he trusted every aspect of her story. But he was a good defense attorney in need of clients - especially wealthy ones. "I'd like to take on your case, Miss Specter, if charges are laid. My boss is on paternity leave this week, but once he's back to the office I'll draw up a contract for services."

A look of relief seemed to pull at Miss Specter's confident smile as she stood to leave. "Thank you, Mr. Psyded, but I should get back to the house. My son will be home from high school in less than an hour."

Felix stood to escort the eccentric Black Widow to the front door. "Of course, Miss Specter. Take care, and we'll be in touch." ->

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NOTE: A bigger shot of Angela and Emit with their twins, who so far look identical with Angela's hair and eye colour. Was Emit really involved??? 👀😂 And yes I wanted blue hair, but I'm also a noob. Didn't realize I needed a mod for it until it was too late! But now that Emit has embraced his responsibilities in the present, perhaps I've downloaded the right mod and they'll get another shot at some point. Not that I need another baby boom at the moment or anything. Pose credit to @acha-sims' Family Poses pack.

And credit to @matchalovertrait for the portrait of Antonio, Felix, and Conrad in the top right corner of the wall of wedding portraits. I love it! She snapped that when Conrad met Antonio at Lilith and Felix's wedding in Ravenwood and now I have it forever! Thank you Amy!!

NOTE 2: The in-game baby boom also hit Felix's boss, Lex Mattingly, and his wife Jacqueline, who had a boy named Powell Mattingly and got pregnant almost as soon as I put them into the main save. Above, I caught Jacq wandering around the dog park in Brindleton Bay while still expecting.

I named him Powell because I hit the random name generator three times, and two of those three random rolls landed on Pawel of all names. Since Lex and Jacqueline aren't Polish, I went with something close that sounded like the name of an actual law firm.

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3m0t10nal-cr1s1s · 22 days ago

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I NEED MORE INFO ON YOUR OUBING AU PLS ITS SO PEAK

ASK AND YOU SHALL RECEIVE I AM SECRETLY A YAPPER AT HEART. HERE ARE SOME RANDOM THINGS ABOUT MY AU THAT I CAN'T FIT ANYWHERE ELSE BUT IM DEPOSITING HERE:

Please understand nothing I say here is canon to actual mythology, I'm just playing with my Legos here:

Ao Bing doesn't think of himself highly, as in his eyes, he's pretty mediocre compared to everyone around him and he's not good at anything. He doesn't voice this much but he does worry about dragging people down

As per a previous post, Ao Bing does now own a cell phone. He's not very good at working it yet but he'll get the hang of it. He doesn't understand anything Mei sends him though

While Ao Bing isn't exactly mad at Nezha for his death, he understands that it happened when they were both young and Nezha had less control of himself and his strength back then, he does hurt a bit inside whenever he thinks about everything he missed. The weddings of his cousins, Ao Lie and Longnü growing up, the birth of Ao Lie's daughter. Late at night, he wonders what could've been if he was allowed to grow up alongside them all and see everything he's heard from second hand accounts himself

If Ao Bing hadn't died when he had and grew up in the East Sea, under Ao Guang's care, I can assure you he'd be a completely different person

Macaque's ears are actually colour changing! They're different everyday and it's not something he has control over. Bai He and Ao Bing think it's super cool though!

I think I'll colour Macaque's ears some shade of pink most often due to them being described as 'lotus shaped' ears

Erlang Shen and Cinxin are both on vacation right now and that's why nobody has seen them in a while (I'm not satisfied with Cinxin's design, I need to go redo it soon...)

While Ao Bing and Nezha's relationship doesn't have a conventional label, Nezha does own a promise ring given to him by Ao Bing. Made by Ao Bing's own hand with his hardest scale and a sapphire, Nezha keeps it on a necklace tucked safely under his armor. They do want to be married some day

Ao Bing is great with kids, he had no problem being a foster father to Bai He since he's wanted children of his own since he was young

For a long time, Bai He was actually really insecure about the white in her hair until she realized that the white made her look more related to Macaque and Ao Bing

Bai He does still go to school. She and Macaque live in his dojo, with her going to train at the Demon Bull Residence on weekends and holidays. She stays there with Ao Bing whenever Macaque goes to check on his other kid (MK) and inevitably gets wrapped up in some shit MK and his crew are a part of

Even though he has a new body made out of lotus paste, Ao Bing still has chronic pain. It's not so bad most days but there are times he can't get out of bed. I guess that's just what happens when your spine gets ripped out, the pain just follows you

Rainy days are often bad, 'ouch, everywhere hurts' days for both Macaque and Ao Bing

Tianchan Shihou is Sun Wukong's real name. Just like Liu'er Mihou is Macaque's. Tianchan is what Macaque used call Wukong when they were 'young and dumb'

Liu'er is also a name Sun Wukong used to call Macaque. No one uses it anymore, just like no one uses Tianchan to refer to Sun Wukong

Macaque does have a name he's chosen for himself, like Tianchan Shihou = Sun Wukong. Only a select few people know it, however

There actually is a pretty common misconception in the demon world that Macaque and Ao Bing are together together since they're raising a child

4 is Nezha's unlucky number. He avoids it as much as he can

Xiaojiao is Mei's real name. She goes by Mei as a nickname, which is funny, since Ao Lie actually named his daughter Ao Mei

Bai He still has nightmares about the whole LBD incident. She often goes to seek out one of her dad's after one

DBK actually is a bit judgy when it comes to how Ao Bing and Macaque parent Bai He, saying that they, "spoil her too much" and "she'll become soft at this rate" but he also spoils Red Son in his own quiet way so who's to say what's what

Bai He's powers are ones of metal, thanks to the purple colour stone. This is because the White Tiger represents metal and also I was influenced by the Shadowpeach Bio Parents AU

With her new powers, Bai He often bothers Red Son in his workshop to see how she can help (she can't most of the time)

Bai He's cat's name is Xinyi (心怡), the one that ran away from her and is currently missing is named Chengyu (橙语)

Macaque would never admit it out loud but he quite adores Bai He's cats the same way he used to love the little monkies on Flower Fruit Mountain

Ao Bing actually feels really bad about his extended stay at the Demon Bull Residence. He wants to ask Nezha if they could move in together, but Ao Bing isn't thrilled about the prospect of living in heaven. Nezha though already has a plan for them to move in together, but they haven't discussed it yet

Ao Bing has a fear of Li Jing just like how Nezha fears Ao Guang

While Princess Iron Fan and Macaque are sworn siblings, Ao Bing isn't. He's family sure, and Red Son calls him uncle just like he does with Macaque, he doesn't really have a proper title, if that makes sense

Macaque does know and is in contact with the other two celestial monkeys. Those two, he does call them by their birth names, which is; Tongbi, short for Tongbi Yuanhou also known as the Long Armed Gibbon, and Chikao, short for Chikao Mahou also known as the Red Buttocked Horse Monkey

Sun Wukong is definitely not jealous that Macaque calls the other celestial primates by their real names instead of him. Definitely not

I'm making the dragon tails in Ao Bing's and the other dragon's human forms optional since I don't want to draw them all the time. I also often forget... Same with their face scales. Let's just say they're retractable okay?

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youremyheaven · 9 months ago

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Momagers, Stage Mom's & Mama's Boys: The Dysfunctional Moon Child

Moon influenced people often come from households where they had a very dysfunctional relationship with their parents. Both parents are usually toxic but the Moon person forms a close, overly sympathetic and anxiously attached bond with one parent who they perceive as the victim or martyr in some way. (Dad's abusive or neglectful and mom's the one trying her best, for example).

WHY does this happen?

Moon is said to be the most Yin of the planets. It's passive, feminine and emotional.

Most of the time, these bonds are toxic because its overly protective, overly nurturing, controlling, overly caring as opposed to say Sun influence which will create bonds that are too independent and unattached (aka female friendships vs male friendships lol). Moon influenced parent-child bonds become toxic because there's TOO MUCH love, care and attachment and neither party can have a separate independent existence.

Moon influence is prominent in the charts of momagers/stage moms AND the kids who are under their control.

Priyanka Chopra, Rohini Moon

Pri and her mom are attached at the hip and they're literally ALWAYS together. She has managed Pri's career since she was a teenager. And since she's not a nepo kid, it's known that she's had affairs with several married men in the industry, especially when she was starting out, to secure work :((

And I think its fucked up to have a parent basically pimp you out to make money. Be it PC getting a nose job or her army doctor mother quitting her job to open a cosmetic surgery clinic or her family running a pub?? PC is the golden goose and her family has just been living off of her money and encouraging her to basically do anything to make it. I think its a bit fcked to be smoking with your mom and its not bc I'm Indian lol

Alia Bhatt, Shravana Rising

Now Alia's dad is a pretty well known asshole who is infamous for being abusive. And Alia had a pretty rough upbringing, so its no wonder that Alia is as attached to her mom as she is. Alia's own marriage is pretty fucked up and toxic.

Alia started her career when she was 17 and to this day, her mom manages her finances. She was recently in the news for being scammed out of 1 crore rupees (119,000 dollars) so like I guess her mom's not exactly brilliant at what she does lol

Katrina Kaif, Hasta Moon

Katrina Kaif who is British, came to India when she was 17 and met and started dating the violent, toxic abusive Salman Khan, who was 20 years older than her. He helped her establish herself as a huge star but she went through a lot including physical abuse.

Kat endured all that because she had 7 siblings to support and her mom was a single mom. She's extremely close to her mom but I still think its fcked up that a literal teenager had to become the breadwinner of a family of 8 and endure all kinds of abuse in a toxic industry and in a country where she knew nobody just to break even.

Bella Hadid, Hasta Moon

Yolanda is a toxic mom in general but she has a particularly toxic bond with Bella for sure

Britney Spears, Shravana Moon

She's probably the most notorious example of being controlled by her toxic , abusive family :(((

Brooke Shields, Rohini Sun/Jupiter/Rahu

Her mom made her pose naked for playboy when she was 10. That should say enough about how fcked up her momager was. She has spoken about how her mom was an alcoholic and she felt like she had to do everything she could do to keep her mom alive :((

Ranbir Kapoor, Shravana Moon

He grew up in a toxic home where his dad cheated on his mom and was an alcoholic. He's KNOWN to be a mama's boy and his mother lowkey influenced all his previous relationships until he finally tied the knot with someone his mom approved of ://

Today his wife dresses and emulates his mom lmao

Leonardo DiCaprio, Hasta Moon

He's another infamous mama's boy

It's interesting to me how in most of these cases, the fathers were either absent or neglectful. These people grew up under the sole care of their mothers and it created an overly possessive, toxic, codependent bond. All of these people have spoken about how hard their mom's lives were and how they're grateful for everything their mothers did for them. This tendency of the Moon to make its natives be entirely sheltered from Yang or male influence or in some ways find Yang influence repulsive is very telling.

Similar to how Sun influenced people find it difficult to relate to or connect with Yin themes (like being clingy, attached, being nurturing in a traditional way, being openly loving etc) Moon influenced people struggle the most with detachment, letting go, independence etc. The extremes of both these can be unhealthy. It's important to learn how to be balanced and not give in to the tendencies that can harm both us and the people in our lives.

That's all for this post<3

#moon dominance #yin influence #lunar #vedicwisdom #vedic astrology #astro notes #astrology notes #nakshatras #astrology observations #sidereal astrology #astrology #vedic astro notes #astroblr #astro observations

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hi jen - im a college student who has known i like girls since i was a kid but i still can't pick up the courage to tell my parents. they're not virulently homophobic or anything and i know for a 100% fact that they love me unconditionally, but i also know they'd be much happier if i was straight. they're older and the culture they were raised in just doesn't really understand or accommodate anything else, though they are always respectful towards lgbt people they know.

i am completely secure in the knowledge that they love me so much they'd come to an understanding of it eventually, but i know at least at first it would cause a lot of turmoil and worry for them and a lot of really uncomfortable questions and explanations for me.

i know i can't keep it a secret forever and i don't want to live a lie all my life to the people i love and value most. and i know they wouldn't want that for me either. but the thought of sitting them down and telling them is the most terrifying thing in the world. i just can't do it. i'm too scared to rock the boat. do you have any advice?

I was in a very similar situation when I was your age. I was pretty sure they would continue to love and support me but also knew mom would be sad and worried and I wondered if dad would feel hurt. I waited until after college when I had a job that provided a living wage, health insurance and stability without their financial help. I made dinner plans with them and showed up with Chinese take out from Dad's favorite place. We sat down and I could immediately feel my ears burning and my face get hot. I looked over at them from behind the giant glass of milk mom poured each of us and realized I was in my "childhood" seat and they were in the same spot as always except now I was 23. They clearly saw me as the "baby" still. I was the youngest, probably the easiest kid to raise. I did my homework, did my chores and played without them entertaining me.

Immediately the worst case scenario ran through my head. "what if they kick me out", "what if they yell" "what if they tell me I am bad or gross or just mistaken". I had to really push all that aside at look at them as the mom and dad who had always been there for me. I reminded myself that I had my friend group, my sister, my best friend on my side and I would be okay. BUT loosing mom and dad would be horrible. I remember my exact words "Mom, Dad, Jen (my girlfriend at the time) is not just my friend. I am gay and we are together. Mom started crying and Dad looked at her surprised. "Doris. We already knew this" and she said "I know but it just means life is going to be harder for her. At that point my dad responded with words that chanced my life. He said "This is Jippy (my nickname) we are talking about. She will be just fine".

I guess my point is they might say some dumb stuff, ask stupid or even mean sounding questions but give them the benefit of the doubt that it comes from love. They don't need to understand to love you but bonus points to them if they want to or try to understand more by asking or having a conversation. It is okay for you and for them to set boundaries. They might ask for a head up before you bring a girlfriend to dinner or they might request no physical affection until they can process. Give them the grace to work through things. You have been thinking about this for years. They might have just had their entire life plan / dream for you upended. OR most likely they knew it already but hearing it confirmed can be hard.

Don't take abuse or bullying. You can also set your boundaries. Be prepared to be independent but allow them mistakes and missteps without harsh consequences if you sense they are trying.

You can start the conversation with "i love you and you both mean a lot to me so I want to be honest with you about something important to me. I am a lesbian. Let them know they are important and you trust them right up front.

I hope this helps and keep in mind, You don't HAVE to tell them until you are ready .

#coming out #parent #lesbian #gay #conversations #family

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could u do a fic where it's rockstar!eddie and maybe like popstar!reader and reader and eddie announce their relationship by attending an award show like the grammys or something together and everyone's like "omg" "they're so cute"

Absolutely! I love this pairing!

This takes place in present day!

You and Eddie had been dating for quite a while but agreed to keep it on the down low for as long as possible. You knew that people would just weigh in with their opinions and none of that mattered. You just wanted to be in each other’s attention and not have anyone tell you what they thought.

But over time, you realized that maybe it would have been a good idea to do as much since you were going to be each other’s dates to the Grammy’s and people would just speculate anyway. So, you planned subtle matching outfits and decided that you’d mention each other in your acceptance speeches if you were to win.

So, you walked the carpet either hand in hand or having your arms wrapped around each other. You posed for the cameras, but Eddie couldn’t take his eyes off you. You looked absolutely breathtaking in your dress and he couldn’t believe that he was lucky enough to have you.

“Give her a kiss,” one of the paparazzi shouted and the others caught on, chanting that the two of you share a kiss. You looked at each other and your gazes moved to the other’s mouth, supposing that it was the best way to show your affection for each other.

With that, you both leaned in and your lips met just long enough for the paparazzi to get their photos, but you both got so caught up that you had forgotten where you had even been.

You were the first to pull away and the two of you posed for more of pictures until it was time to head inside. You had been assigned to sit next to each other at a table right near the stage and you both took a seat, both of you thinking about the kiss you had just shared.

“So, I guess now people know,” you told him and he smiled, his Bambi eyes looking at you with so much love.

“I guess so,” Eddie shrugged before taking your hand in his and pressing a kiss to it before letting them sit on the table for anyone to see.

Throughout the night, you either sat in each other’s company or danced along to the performances, happy to be able to enjoy being together now that you were public. To your shock and surprise, you had won your only nomination which was for Best New Artist and Eddie cheered and whistled for you as you headed to the stage.

The coveted award was set into your hands and you had to wiped away your tears as you headed to the microphone. Your eyes locked on Eddie’s and he nodded at you, encouraging you to speak from your heart.

“I honestly can’t believe that I’m up here right now,” you started. “I have wanted this for so long and will be forever grateful to have been put in the same category as some of my favorite artists. I just wanted to thank my parents, my fans, and most importantly, my boyfriend, Eddie. I love you so much and it fills me with so much joy that you are my biggest fan. Thank you all so much.”

With that, the audience erupted in cheers and you stepped down to the floor, making a beeline for Eddie. He pulled you in for a kiss then wrapped his arms around you in a hug, telling you over and over how proud he was of you.

The night ended and after the after party, you two headed home to your shared apartment to have a celebration of your own, but before that, you decided to make a post on instagram to let people know that you were officially off the market with the photo of the two of you kissing on the carpet.

@/y/nl/n: taking home the real award of the night ❤️

@/eddiesbaby: pardon??

@/munsonupdates: I deserve financial compensation for having to see this

@/eddiemunsonsbitch: ma’am you can’t just post something like this with no warning?

@/eddiemunsonupdates: I called it! Love you guys so much!

#stranger things #eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson fluff #rockstar!eddie #popstar!reader #rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

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writingforstraykids · 1 year ago

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Always back to you - Chp.5

Pairing: single!dad!Minho x male!Reader (Chanlix | OT8

Word Count: 6696

Summary: Just as everything seems to go well a call from the past messes with Minho's mind. His ex is set on getting her son back, ready to destroy everything you've built.

Warnings/Tags: fluff, angst, date night, yejun's a bitch

A/N: Thank you for all the love so far for little Minjun and his family🤭🖤

PART FOUR | PART SIX

Minho stretches his tired body, glancing over at you in the corner of the room. You're currently taking some calls to sort out Chan's upcoming schedules, and he can't bite back a small smile while watching you. After your fight, Chan made you stay by making you responsible for his own schedule and wanting to keep you around.

They're taking a short break from practice, and Minho is glad to rest his body for a bit. He glances around the room and frowns as he can't find Minjun and his current assistant. “Y/nnie?” he asks gently as you end your call. “Where's our boy?”

“O-Our-,” you stammer, eyes widening at him.

The silence that follows is loud. Around the room, heads turn, the abrupt outburst of movement marking a collective interest in the unfolding drama, or rather, the slip of the tongue that Minho just let loose. The members, more or less familiar with the private dynamics slowly simmering between you and Minho, can hardly contain their amusement.

"Did Minho just say 'our boy'?" Jisung repeats, his voice teasing as he nudges Chan with his elbow, a knowing grin spreading across his face.

Chan doesn’t miss a beat. “Yeah, Minho, since when did Y/nnie and you start sharing custody?” he chimes in, laughter tinting his voice as he looks over at you both, his eyes gleaming with mischief.

Minho, usually so composed, feels a warm flush spreading up his neck, coloring his cheeks as he meets your startled gaze. He hadn’t even realized what he'd said until it was echoed back to him, and now, caught in the playful teasing of his friends, he finds himself grappling for a response.

"I just meant—" Minho starts, trying to backpedal, but Felix cuts him off, practically bouncing in his seat with delight.

"Aww, look at him! He’s embarrassed! Minho hyung, it’s cute, really. Embrace the family vibes!" Felix teases, his voice light and teasing.

You, still slightly flustered by Minho’s unexpected inclusivity, try to regain your composure. "Minjun is just with Hyejin," you manage to say, redirecting the conversation to the young boy's whereabouts. They went somewhere else to play. He should be nearby."

Yet, the teasing doesn’t stop there. Throughout the rest of the break, the members throw in casual jokes about family planning and shared parenting. Their banter is light but pointed, a humorous acknowledgment of the evolving relationship dynamics within their circle.

As the laughter and jokes continue, Minho finds himself looking over at you, and something about your shy smile, the way you're trying to hide your own amusement, settles the warmth in him more firmly. It's a reassurance, a silent acknowledgment that maybe, just maybe, he didn’t misspeak after all.

As practice resumes and the members scatter back to their positions, Minho pulls you aside for a quick, private word, his expression earnest. "Hey, about earlier," he begins, his tone soft, apologetic. "I didn't mean to make you uncomfortable. It just... came out."

You shake your head, dismissing his concern with a gentle smile. "It’s okay, Minho. Really, it was sweet," you assure him, your voice just as soft. "I guess it’s just a bit new to me, but not unwelcome."

Minho’s eyes search yours, looking for any sign of discomfort. Finding none, he allows himself a small, relieved smile. "It felt right," he admits. You already feel like family, you know?”

The word 'family' hangs between you, a weighty yet comforting promise of what’s slowly knitting together.

"Thank you, Minho," you reply, your heart light, warmed by the sincerity of the moment. "That means a lot to me. I'll go check on him, yeah?”

“Yeah,” he nods, watching you leave.

As soon as you leave, Changbin asks, “Do you know Minjun's new nickname for Y/nnie?”

“Huh?” Minho frowns at him, grabbing his bottle of water.

“He called him his new mum,” he laughs, and Minho's blush deepens. “He also said you're like Lix and Chan hyung.”

“Oh, you can't tell only half of the story,” Jisung protests. He added, “He said you're kissing like Chan and Lix.”

Minho chokes on his water, tears shooting to his eyes as he coughs. Seungmin pats his back forcefully and starts laughing at him. “He what?” he wheezes, trying to catch his breath.

“Yeah, he even showed Chan hyung that it's not on the cheek but on the lips,” Changbin snickers.

Minho blushes furiously before dropping back onto the floor with a groan. “Well, he's not lying,” he says, and his friends start laughing. Minho inhales shakily, keeping his eyes on the floor. “I still don't know if it's a good idea. I don't want to pull him into the public aspect of my life. I'm also not quite sure if I'm what he needs,” he admits, and they all grow quiet again. “There's a lot of bullshit in the back of my mind about what happened with Yejun. I don't feel like I'm enough for Minjun either.”

“Does it feel right being with Y/nnie, though? If everything else wouldn't matter for a second…does it?” Felix asks gently.

“It does,” he nods.

“Maybe being with Y/n would help your insecurities regarding Minjun,” Hyunjin reminds him.

“You wouldn't be the only parent he has then..sort of,” Jeongin agrees.

Minho hums agreeingly and is about to answer when the door opens. He doesn't have to turn around to identify the small steps echoing on the floor. Minjun closes the distance between them and crawls into his lap, hiding his face in his shirt. Minho frowns and wraps his arms around him as he feels him tremble. “Baby, what's wrong?” he asks worriedly.

“Hyejin is mean,” he sniffles. Chan looks up and frowns at Minho.

“Mean?” he asks confused. “Did she say something bad?” Chan asks him gently.

“She said shut up,” Minjun answers, looking at him with teary eyes. “I just showed her my drawing.”

Minho's heart sinks at how timid he sounds. He cuddles him close and kisses his head. “It's okay, baby. Do you want to show me instead?” he asks soothingly, and Minjun nods.

“I'll handle it,” Chan promises and gets up quickly.

“Where's your drawing, mate?” Felix asks encouragingly, and Minjun gets up, wiping his cheeks with his sleeve.

Chan leans against the wall in the elevator, watching you cautiously. You two just got back from handling the situation with Minho’s new assistant, who seems hopelessly overwhelmed by taking care of Minjun. “You love him, don't you?” he asks.

“Minjun?” you ask.

“No, Min,” he chuckles softly. You remain silent for a moment, almost squirming under Chan's observant gaze. “Do you love him?”

“Why?” you ask quietly. “Would that be an issue?”

Chan tilts his head at you. “As long as you don't hurt him, there's absolutely no issue. I'm just asking because he means a lot to us. Minjun does, too. Minho has been hurt very badly before, and I won't let that happen again.”

“I know; he's scared of getting hurt again,” you nod gently and fidget with your hands. “I do love him. Minjun and he mean a lot to me, and I have no intention of hurting either of them.”

“Okay,” Chan nods gently. “Minjun called you his new mum,” he smirked, and you bit back a laugh.

“Sounds like him,” you giggle. “Really, Chan, I don't want to be a distraction or anything. I know that's probably easier with you and Felix, but-.”

Chan giggles softly and shakes his head. “Since we're both part of the group, every argument carries a certain risk. I think you being with them takes a lot off Minho's shoulders with Minjun.” He shoves his hands into his pockets and nods gently. “I'll be there if you need anything. I'd rather have you two get some help than get into another argument that lasts for weeks. He doesn't do well with conflict,” he laughs.

“Me neither,” you laugh.

“And you're sure you want to take over organizing both of our schedules? With Minjun?” he asks gently.

“Oh, Minho's schedule can be done whenever he's available. Minjun doesn't feel like a job, and the older he gets, the less he'll be around the whole day,” you chuckle softly. “Also, let's not get ahead of ourselves; Minho and I haven't named our situation yet.”

Chan hums softly. “If it takes too long, let me know,” he smirks, leading you back to the practice room.

Minjun is sitting on Felix's lap as you enter the room, his drawings spread out on the floor with the others inspecting them closely. He explains them in detail, amusing everyone present with his sweet way to do so. Minho watches him fondly, and looking at him you realize that this soft side of him made him stand out to you in the first place. Chan takes his place next to Felix, hand resting on his thigh naturally as he joins the discussion of Minjun's masterpiece. Minho reaches for your hand, pulling you into his lap and resting his head on your shoulder. You're a little surprised by the sudden display of affection here with the others, but the knowing smiles tell you that not only Chan knows. “What happened with Minjun?” he asks quietly.

“Hyejin yelled at him. She didn't realize that being your assistant comes with taking care of Minjun properly. She had already refused to play with him, so he told her about his toys and drawings because he was bored, which annoyed her.

“Told you your replacement is shit,” he says quietly enough for only you to hear.

“Idiot,” you chuckle fondly, smiling as he intertwines your hands. “Well, I'm officially your assistant again. I won't let anyone treat Minjun like that.”

Minho's hold on you tightens. “That's why I trust you with him.” You squeeze his hands lovingly, leaning back against him.

Minho giggles stupidly as he watches you stitch up the back of Leebit’s head. You've just spent a while trying to figure out a way to include some of his cologne in the plushie to make it smell like him for Minjun, much to his amusement.

“You're so easily entertained sometimes,” you roll your eyes at him fondly. Minho circles the table, steps behind you, and wraps his arms around your waist.

“You're amusing to watch sometimes,” he gives back, kissing your cheek. “But adorable.”

“Well, thanks. Not my fault your son is so attached to you,” you tease him gently, smiling as he runs his hands down your thighs, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hey, how is the sheer amount of love my son has for me my fault, huh?” he asks, gently squeezing your thighs. “It's not like I'd get what's so special,” he snorts.

“You're his father, and compared to some other people we won't name here, you're actually there,” you say, and Minho bites back a laugh. You shake your head, focusing on the stitching, though the warmth of Minho's presence makes it hard to concentrate. "I think you underestimate your charm, Minho."

"I could say the same about you," he whispers back, his voice low and affectionate.

As you finish up with Leebit, Minho gently takes it from you, examining your work with an appreciative eye. "Perfect. He won't even notice the fix. You're amazing, Y/nnie."

The praise, sincere and simple, stirs something deep within you, and you find yourself turning to face him, his hands still circled around your waist. "I just don't want him to feel so alone whenever you're gone," you say.

Minho nods, his gaze softening. "You're so sweet. Don't you ever leave us, dear."

"Even when it gets complicated?" you ask, needing to hear his answer. You haven’t been this close to someone in ages, and you know Minho is a lot further than you in a few areas, but his prior hurt can’t be disregarded.

"Especially then," Minho affirms, his thumb tracing circles on your hip. "We're in this together, right?"

"Right," you agree, leaning in to kiss him—a sweet, affirming connection that promises more than words could.

The ring of Minho’s phone cuts through the quiet of his living room. Glancing at the caller ID, his stomach tightens uncomfortably; Yejun’s name flashes across the screen, bringing with it a cascade of unwelcome emotions.

He hesitates for a moment before picking up. “Yejun.”

“Minho,” her voice comes through, falsely cheerful. “I’ve been thinking a lot about Minjun. I want to take him to the U.S. with me for a while. Just a trip. It could be good for him.”

Minho’s grip on the phone tightens, his other hand balling into a fist at his side. Did she already forget the debacle from last time? “Yejun, we’ve talked about this. Minjun doesn’t want that. Not without me.”

There’s a pause, and when she speaks again, her tone has cooled significantly. “You just don’t want to let me have him,” she says.

“That’s not it,” Minho replies, struggling to keep his voice even. “It’s about what he needs. And right now, he needs stability, something you walking in and out of his life doesn’t provide. Especially not after last time.”

Yejun’s laugh is sharp, biting. “Oh, now you’re the perfect father, huh? Wasn’t so perfect when we were married. Always away, always working. You were a shit husband, Minho.”

The words sting more than Minho likes to admit. He closes his eyes, taking a deep breath and reminding himself that his being away often hadn’t been the core issue. “I was not perfect,” he continues, the weight of their failed marriage always a tender wound. “And I am sorry for my part in what happened between us. But this isn’t about us, Yejun. It’s about Minjun.”

Silence stretches on the other end before Yejun’s voice cracks through, icy and menacing. “You’re keeping my son from me, Minho. You might fool everyone else with your doting father act, but I know the truth. I know who you really are.”

“You don't know shit, Yejun,” he says firmly. “You haven't been there for the past four years. Don't act like you know anything about me and my relationship with Minjun.”

“It doesn't matter if it's true or not if someone else believes me,” she says lowly.

Minho feels a chill run down his spine. “Yejun, please. Let’s not do this. If you want to see Minjun, you can visit here and spend time with him where he’s comfortable. That’s fair, isn’t it?”

“Fair?” Yejun spits the word out like it tastes bitter. “You expect me just to accept scraps of time with my own son? You’ve turned him against me, Minho.”

“That’s not true. Minjun is old enough to know what he wants. And right now, he doesn’t want to go with you,” Minho insists, his voice firm. “He’s happy here, with his life here.”

There’s a venomous pause before Yejun’s voice lowers, a dark promise threading through her words. “You may have won this little round, Minho, but this isn’t over. I will have my son back. And I’ll destroy your life if I have to for taking him away from me. I’ll make you pay yourself stupid once I take him back in.”

“You chose to go away. You handed over full custody to me; technically, I could make sure you never see him again, which I don't because that's bullshit. But don't twist things,” Minho’s heart races with a mix of anger and fear—anger at her threats and fear of what she might be capable of. “Yejun, don’t do this. Don’t make threats. Let’s try to handle this like adults, for Minjun’s sake.”

Yejun’s laugh is cold, devoid of any real humor. “Oh, honey. This is just the beginning. I left because I had to, not because I wanted to. You made our life impossible. Remember that.”

With a click, she hangs up, leaving Minho staring at his phone, her words echoing in his head. He slumps back into the sofa, the weight of the call settling over him like a heavy blanket.

After a few moments of stunned silence, he stands, pacing the living room. The threat Yejun posed was not just to his tranquility but to Minjun’s well-being. He knew he couldn’t take her words lightly. Yejun was unpredictable, and if her past actions were any indication, she was capable of following through on her threats.

He needed to be proactive. First, he would need to talk to his legal team about securing his custody of Minjun, ensuring that Yejun couldn’t just take him without consent. Then, he would need to sit down with Minjun and prepare him, just in case Yejun tried to contact him directly.

By the time you arrive back home with Minjun, he is mentally exhausted but knows the day is far from over.

Minjun greets him with a smile and runs into his arms the moment he reaches him. “Daddy! I'm home!”

Minho hugs him tightly, lifting him up and spinning him around, Minjun’s laughter a balm to his frayed nerves. Setting him down, he kneels before him, looking into his son’s eyes. “Buddy, we need to talk about something important,” he begins, his voice soft but serious.

Minjun’s face sobers, sensing the gravity in his father’s tone. “Is everything okay, Daddy?”

“Everything’s going to be okay,” Minho reassures, pressing a kiss to his forehead. “We just have some things to sort out, you and I. But no matter what, we’re together in this. Okay?”

“Okay, Daddy,” Minjun nods, trust shining in his eyes.

As you sit down together, Minho’s heart swells with love for his son. No matter what Yejun threatened, he would protect Minjun and ensure his happiness. They were a team, and together, they could face anything - even this.

Minho fills you in quietly later as Minjun is playing on the carpet not far from you. Your heart sinks at her threats, and you almost feel sorry for her twisted view of what happened. That couldn't be healthy.

Minho’s sleep is uneasy, his dreams filled with vague, unsettling images. He awakes with a start to the intrusive buzzing of his phone. He reaches out groggily, the glow from the screen harsh against the dim light of early morning. Blinking the sleep from his eyes, Minho’s gaze settles on a flood of notifications—missed calls, texts, and several urgent notifications from various news apps.

As he scrolls through them, a cold knot forms in his stomach. Each message seems to echo the same shocking revelation: “Yejun reveals Minho is dating his son’s babysitter!” and “Questions arise over Minho’s capabilities as a parent!” His heart pounds as he reads snippets of articles, each one painting him in an increasingly unfavorable light.

Beside him, you stir, your brow furrowing in sleep. Minho’s first instinct is to protect you from the storm that is about to break. He slips out of bed, his mind racing as he tries to process the information. How had things spiraled out of control so quickly? He knew Yejun was bitter about their past, but to go this far was something he hadn't anticipated.

He paces the room, his phone almost slipping from his sweaty palm as he tries to call Chan, his first person to turn to when his public life's falling apart. Chan had a way of handling these situations that made him feel safe. After several rings, a groggy voice answers.

“Min? It’s...what time is it?” Chan sounds disoriented, but he snaps to attention as soon as Minho begins to speak.

“I'm sorry for waking you, Channie hyung,” he says quietly, feeling a little guilty for disrupting his already fucked sleep schedule.

Chan sits up at the timid sound of his voice. Minho doesn't call him ‘Channie hyung’ often; It's usually when he's feeling anxious or very thankful about something. He doubts it's the latter. “Minnie, what's wrong?” he asks gently, slipping out of bed to let Felix keep sleeping.��

“Channie, it’s all over the news. Yejun... she told them about Y/nnie and me. She said I can’t take care of Minjun properly. It’s a mess,” Minho’s voice is a mix of anger and desperation.

“What?!” Chan’s voice suddenly becomes sharp and angry. “She did what? Hold on, I’m checking this now.”

Silence fills the line for a few moments before Chan speaks again, his voice icy. “I see it. This is bullshit, Minho. She’s crossed a line. I’m calling the PR team. We need to handle this swiftly.”

“Thanks, hyung. I...I don’t know what to do,” Minho confesses, running a hand through his hair. His heart feels like it is being squeezed in his chest, the anxiety making it hard to breathe.

“Just stay put and try to keep calm. I’ll handle the media part. You just... make sure Y/nnie is okay. He's going to be dragged into this mess too,” Chan advises, his voice calm, but Minho can hear the underlying strain.

Minho nods, though Chan can’t see it. “Yeah, I’ll talk to him. Thanks, Channie, seriously.”

“Always, mate. We’re in this together,” Chan reassures him before hanging up.

Minho slipped out of the house quietly soon after, relieved that Minjun and you were still peacefully asleep. He needs to clear his head to handle everything calmly, and Chan will be busy for a while now.

Minho steps into the practice room and stretches his tired body, warming up. He turns on the music a little more quietly than usual and closes his eyes, taking deep breaths as he prepares his body for the usual strain of dancing.

He grabs his phone after a while and swallows hard. It isn't just the messages or missed calls—it's headlines, the kind that blur the lines between personal and public in the most invasive ways. “Stray Kids’ Minho’s Ex-Wife Claims Neglect—Says He’s Too Busy Dating Babysitter to Care for Son.” The words are crafted to scandalize, and they do their job perfectly.

The news is spreading fast, and with each passing minute, the narrative is slipping further from his control. Yejun had not only threatened him in private but also taken her grievances to the most public domain possible. The implications were catastrophic, affecting not just him but also Minjun and you, who had been nothing but supportive and loving towards both him and his son.

Minho gets lost in their newest choreo, moving his body precisely to the music, and tries to stop thinking about it for a while. Chan finds him there about an hour later, turning the music off as the song ends. “Thought I'd find you here.”

Minho pants softly and grabs the towel Chan holds out for him, wiping his face. “Needed to clear my head.”

The room is silent, heavy with unsaid words, until Chan finally speaks, his voice tight with anger and concern. “This is messed up, Min. She can’t just throw you to the wolves like this.”

Minho sighs, rubbing his temples. “I know, but she’s doing it anyway. She’s making it all public and dragging Y/n into it, too. It’s getting out of hand, and I’m worried about what this is doing to Minjun.”

Chan’s jaw clenches, and his protectiveness over his friend is evident. “We’ll fix this, okay? I talked to the PR team to see how we can counteract these claims. And I’m here, whatever you need.”

Minho looks up, startled as the door opens and Felix steps inside, followed by the rest of their closest friends. “Sorry, we're a little late.”

They all gather on the floor next to Minho and Chan, reassuringly patting his back as they do. “Let's deal with this bitch once and for all,” Jisung says firmly, feeling the need to protect little Minjun from this mess.

“Is there anything we can do to help?” Seungmin asks, glancing at Chan questioningly.

“Everyone of us will publish a statement; I already talked that through. Minho shouldn't have any issues proving he's the one worthy of custody in case she snaps and takes him to court. Hyunjin, Innie, you have an interview coming up; be prepared for dumb questions.”

“I'll make them look stupid instead,” Hyunjin grins, pulling a weak laugh from Minho.

“Have you talked to your parents yet?” Jeongin asks Minho, who shakes his head.

“I forgot about that,” he admits, already searching for his phone.

“Might be a good idea to clear things up with them first,” Changbin agrees.

“Whatever happens, we have your back,” Felix promises.

“Thank you guys, really. Just…if you find ways to ease Y/nnie with this, I'd be grateful. He's not exactly prepared for the public’s shit as we are.”

“Of course,” Chan assures him. “Now go call your parents.”

The support is reassuring, but the problem looms large and unyielding. As the day progresses, you come to find Minho, your expression fraught with worry. Seeing you so distressed adds another layer of guilt to Minho’s already heavy conscience.

“Hey,” he says softly as you hand over Minjun to Jisung, who leaves you some space.

“Hey,” you echo, swallowing hard. “Minho, maybe I should just leave,” you suggest hesitantly, the words paining you even as they leave your lips. “If I’m not around, she won’t have another reason to attack you like this.”

Minho looks up sharply, his eyes locking with yours. “Y/n, no. Leaving won’t fix this. It’s not your presence that’s the problem—it’s Yejun. And I’m not going to let her chase you away. You mean too much to me, to Minjun.”

Your eyes fill with tears, touched by his words but still shaken by the rapid unraveling of your quiet life. “But Minho, this is getting so big. What if it affects Minjun more than it already has? What if your career—”

He shakes his head, hands finding yours. “Look, whatever happens, we face it together. Yejun is trying to isolate us and make us feel weak by dividing us. I won’t let her. I love you, Y/nnie, and I need you to know that.”

The affirmation, so heartfelt and desperate, breaks through your resolve to distance yourself. You nod, squeezing his hands back, finding strength in his conviction.

“We’ll deal with this,” Minho continues, his voice firm despite the chaos around you. “I’ll talk to the lawyers, and see what legal avenues we have to protect ourselves and Minjun. And Chan is right—we’ll work with the PR team to set the record straight.”

True to his word, Minho arranged meetings with his legal team, and together with the public relations department, they began crafting a response that would address the allegations head-on. Chan was a constant presence, offering both strategic advice and moral support, and his friendship was a steady force in the tumult.

As the week progressed, strategies were implemented. The company issued a statement denouncing the unfounded accusations and highlighting Minho’s dedication as a father, accompanied by testimonials from colleagues and friends outside the group who vouched for his character and his role in Minjun’s life.

Yet, despite the countermeasures, the shadow of the scandal lingered. The press was relentless, and the public's appetite for celebrity drama was insatiable. Minho found himself scrutinizing every decision and every interaction with Minjun and you, aware that the eyes of the world were now critically watching.

Minho asked you to move in with them so it'd be easier for him to keep you safe. It didn't change much for you since you've been staying over a lot already and barely went back home. So, of course, you said yes.

Two months later

Felix's birthday is just around the corner, and you're almost a little surprised when he comes to you to invite you all. He giggles at your stunned look and tilts his head at you. “You look like you've seen a ghost.”

“I'm just…did you ask Min?” you ask nervously.

“No,” Felix shakes his head. “He's busy right now, and I'm inviting you as you are part of his and, therefore, our family.”

“Oh,” you nod gently, a shy smile covering your lips. “Sure, I'd love to be there,” you nod. “I bet Minjun would love it as well, and Minho will surely be there.”

“Lovely,” he smiles and gives you a gentle hug.

Minho later walks in, Minjun sitting on his shoulders with a wide grin. “Y/nnie!” Minjun shouts and waves at you. “Look, I'm tall!”

“Oh yeah, you're really tall now, buddy!” you assure him.

Minho giggles softly, stopping in front of you and greeting you with a soft kiss. “Hey there,” he says fondly.

“Hey,” you smile back at him. “Ready to go home?” you ask, and Minho hums softly.

“Minjun is staying over at Chan and Felix's tonight,” he says, and you frown at him, surprised.

“The whole night?” you ask, and Minho hums agreeing. Over the past two months, you've been letting Minjun stay with all of the boys for a few hours each. It helped him grow less dependent on Minho, and he became more confident about staying somewhere else for a while. Minjun seemed happy, and Minho was more than glad. It allowed you all to grow together. “What's the occasion?” you ask curiously. Chan and Felix had been the ones Minjun loved staying with a lot. Chan once told Minho how much Felix loved having him around, and so the two of them made sure their boyfriend and son got what they loved.

“Maybe I just want to take you out for dinner without having to glance at the time,” he smiles softly, letting Minjun down as he spots his beloved ‘Changnin’. Minho’s hands find your waist, eyes growing soft the longer he looks at you. “Maybe I want to kiss you stupid after without worrying about a certain someone bursting in and going ‘eww’.”

You giggle softly at the memory of Minjun catching Minho kissing you a little more passionately than he'd do in front of him. “Sounds lovely,” you chuckle.

Minho hums gently, searching your eyes as if he doesn't know if he should keep talking or not. “Maybe…Maybe I'd be ready to take the next step,” he says, and your eyes widen. “No pressure or anything, though. Just..if it feels right if we're both comfortable tonight…I think I'm ready.”

You can't bite back the giddy smile covering your lips. Over the months you've been with Minho, you have never gone much further than kissing. He once covered your neck with loving little bites, but you didn't get much further with Minjun, only a few doors further. You've been able to tell how Minho grew a little impatient every time things were developing into something more, but there was simply no chance you two could take the time you'd need for your first time together with a child around the house. “You're sure?” you ask gently, and Minho nods.

“I'm sure, my love,” he says sweetly, making your stomach flutter already.

“I love you, Min,” you whisper, watching his eyes sparkle with joy.

“I love you too, Y/nnie,” he says softly. “Come on, let's make sure Minjun is with Chan and Felix,” Minho suggests with a playful nudge, guiding you toward them.

Felix is already fooling around with Minjun, and Chan is watching them fondly. “Are you ready to go?” Chan asks as you reach them.

“Yeah, everything is done,” Minho nods, smirking at Minjun. “Are you ready to stay with Lix and Channie?”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods happily, and Minho crouches down in front of him.

“I’ll pick you up tomorrow, yeah? Uncle Channie will take you to the studio with him if you want to,” he tells him, gently squeezing his little hands. “Be good, yeah? No discussions about bedtime either, baby.”

“Yes, Daddy,” Minjun nods eagerly and tightly hugs him goodbye. “I love you,” he says softly.

“I love you too, dumpling,” Minho smiles and kisses his cheek, gently brushing back his curls.

You gently rest your hand on his shoulder, silently reminding him to let go of him. It’s also the first night for Minho without his boy since Yejun left. Minho does, and Minjun’s hugging you goodbye tightly. Chan chuckles softly, noticing Minho’s worried frown. “I’ll return him intact, I promise,” he winks at him, and Minho relaxes with a chuckle.

Felix lifts up Minjun, smiling reassuringly at Minho. “We’ll take good care of him,” he tells him.

“I know,” he assures them gently. “Just new for me as well,” he laughs, gently poking Minjun’s cheek. “Be good, yeah?”

“You too,” he says, making everyone giggle.

Minho rolls his eyes fondly, winking at him. “Yeah, okay.” His hand finds yours as they leave, and you squeeze it softly. “I can’t believe I’m saying this, but he’s growing up way too fast,” he chuckles with a soft sigh.

“Mhm, yeah, I can’t believe you saying this either,” you snort teasingly.

“Shut up, will you?” he laughs, gently shoving your side. “Alright, let’s go,” he gives himself a push.

The two of you reach his car outside the building. As you both settle in, a sense of nervous excitement fills the air - a mixture of anticipation for the evening ahead and the deep emotional connection that has grown between you two.

Back at home, the two of you get ready, and you let Minho match your outfits since he has a way better eye for what’s needed in public. You barely got used to people taking pictures of him when you were only his assistant, but now you had to excel yourself as his boyfriend. Minho does his best to make you feel comfortable and look presentable for pictures whenever you’re out together. Once he’s done, he hums to himself happily, smacking your butt lovingly. Typical.

The drive is quiet but comfortable, filled with shared glances and soft smiles, each exchange weaving a deeper layer of intimacy. As you arrive at the restaurant, Minho’s hand finds yours, his grip reassuring and warm. You soon blend out the people around you, focusing on him only. This isn’t very hard to do because something about Minho caught your attention long before you started dating.

Minho is more relaxed lately now that the whole mess with Yejun is settled. All of his friends repeatedly spoke out for him, and two weeks ago, Minho attended a press conference dealing with the matter. You know that hadn’t been easy for him, but he had been rather open and honest, making sure all the rumors were addressed and settled. He also made sure to clarify that you’ve been working for him for years, slowly taking more and more care of Minjun and growing closer with him in the process. She did her best to take him back to court, but looking at the circumstances, it only benefited Minho, who refused all of the payments she’d have to make for dragging his name through dirt and spreading lies.

After dinner, Minho suggests a walk, and you wander through a nearby park adorned with twinkling lights and soft shadows. You stop beneath a street lantern, its soft glow painting the scene in an almost magical light. Minho turns to you, his eyes reflecting the twinkling lights, his face etched with tenderness.

“Y/nnie,” he begins, his voice a whisper of emotion. “Being with you has made me happier than I’ve been in a long time. I feel like I can finally breathe like I’m more myself than I’ve ever been.” You listen, your heart swelling with each word, the sincerity in his voice anchoring the swirling emotions inside you. “And I want to share everything with you. Not just the dinners or the walks, or the laughs we have with Minjun. I want to share all the moments, even those we’ve yet to live,” he continues, his hand reaching up to gently caress your cheek. “I love you so much, and I’ll be there as long as you let me.”

The emotional weight of his words pulls you closer, and you find your lips meeting in a kiss that speaks volumes. It’s tender at first, explorative, and as if each of you is memorizing the feel of the other. The kiss deepens; it grows more passionate, fueled by the months of growing love and restrained desire.

Minho’s arms wrap around you, pulling you closer. His hands trace the lines of your back, pressing you into his warmth. You respond in kind, weaving your hands into his hair, pulling him closer, deepening the kiss until it’s all that exists in the world - the two of you, beneath the warm lights, lost in each other.

Eventually, the need for air forces you apart, but only slightly. Foreheads pressed together, breathing mingled, you share a quiet laugh - a moment of pure happiness and mutual understanding.

“Let’s go home?” you ask gently, and he hums in response.

The walk back to the car is filled with easy silence, which is comfortable and reassuring. Once home, Minho leads you to your bedroom, his hand steady in yours, a silent promise of what’s to come - a night of exploring, of loving, of affirming the feelings that have been simmering beneath the surface for so long. His lips entangle yours in a passionate kiss as he silently closes the door behind you. The back of your knees hit the edge of the mattress, and you both drop down into it. Minho hovers over you, eyes filled with nothing but pure adoration and love. He’s bracing himself next to your head, caging your legs in with his knees, and leans down, capturing your lips in another fierce kiss. His body moves on its own, searching yours, and the minute your hands find his hips, he lowers himself onto his elbows, closing the distance between your bodies. “Shit,” he mutters against your lips as you arch into him.

You reach down, testing the waters and palming him through his pants. Minho’s hips stutter, a soft moan leaving him, head dropping against your shoulder. “Minho?” you ask softly, noticing how desperately his body reacts to your every touch without him even fully realizing it. “When was the last time you had some time for yourself…like this?”

Minho laughs, planting a row of gentle kisses against your neck. “My sweet love, you have no idea,” he chuckles. “Remember that clingy kid of mine?” he asks, making you laugh as well.

“Right,” you giggle and kiss his cheek.

“Just tell me what you need, love; I’ll do it,” Minho promises gently, smiling down at you fondly. “We have time.”

Minho’s whispered promise lingers in the air, the warmth of his smile making your heart flutter. The room feels isolated from the world, a private sanctuary where the past complexities and external pressures fade into the background. Here, it’s just the two of you, bound by an intimacy that has deepened with each shared struggle and joy.

You guide his hand beneath your shirt, letting him explore your bare skin. Your breath hitches as he follows your silent directions with attentive care. Minho’s touch is skilled, a perfect blend of tender and assured, driven by his desire to bring you comfort and pleasure. His eyes never leave yours, seeking confirmation and encouragement, his own desire mirrored in the deepening blush of your cheeks.

“Is this okay?” he murmurs, his voice rough with emotion. His fingertips trace patterns along the waistband of your trousers that leave you breathless.

“More than okay,” you manage to reply, your voice a whisper caught between sighs. The room fills with the sound of your intertwined breaths, a testament to the closeness that both of you cherish.

Minho’s movements become more purposeful. His free hand cradles your face, his thumb caressing your jawline as he watches the effects of his actions reflected in your expressions. The world narrows down to the shifting shadows cast by the dim light, the soft bedding beneath you, and the man who has come to mean so much. He has barely touched you and you’re already melting into a puddle. How the hell would you survive this?

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prettyboykatsuki-moved · 2 years ago

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not so little | t. shouto

✮ tags ; gn!reader, minor age-gap (4 years), sfw

✮ wc ; 1.3k

✮ a/n ; this is not the most original idea ever so sorry but i wanted to write my take on it

"Seriously," Touya leans on the door frame of Natsuo's room, self-satisfied smile on his face "You're crushing on...Shouto? Our Shou-chan?"

You cover your face with despair at your predicament. You can't believe you're actually telling either of them. It wasn't like you were planning too. In what universe would you even think to do that deliberately?

But Natsuo is frighteningly good at grilling you about things when you refuse to tell him. Ever since he found out about your crush, he made it his lifes mission to harass you about it. You were careful, damn it. You didn't even actually tell him, he used to his annoying deductive reasoning to figure it out. You tell Natsuo everything.

He knows about every weird medical problem you've ever had, every partner you've ever dated, and every weird fit of crying you've ever cried in your life. He's your confidant. Your best friend. So he knows there's only two sorts of crushes you couldn't tell him about.

If it was on an ex or if it was on one of his siblings. His first guess was Touya - but he figure you wouldn't be this embarrassed about that since you often wolf whistle at him when you're in the house.

Then he guessed Fuyumi, because you're still embarrassed by how pretty she is. When you said it wasn't her - he was briefly stumped before settling in a shocked silence.

"...Are you crushing on Shouto? Seriously?"

Your embarrassment told him he was right, and now you're sitting in his room and hoping the world will swallow you because you're crushing on your best friends little brother of all things.

In your defense, it wasn't always like this. You didn't see much of the youngest Todoroki at all growing up. He was in his dorms for most of highschool and Natsuo spent most of his early adulthood ducking his parents house entirely. You only met him properly when he turned twenty. They're only living together now for Touya.

You kind of wish they weren't - since it'd save you the trouble of being embarrassed twice. You've been seeing Shouto a lot recently, since you've been coming over to hang out with Natsuo.

Shouto is not the 16 year old boy you always made. He's 22 and he's got tall and lean muscle. He's polite but sweet and strangely - much funnier than you could've ever predicted. He's genuinely very kind but most of all - he's been very direct on telling you that he likes you.

You don't think anyones ever pursued you like this in your life. Both of your last relationships ended amicably but neither of them had been this...direct with you ever. Shouto is very direct, actually. Direct in telling you which honorifics to use, and telling you how nice you look, and saying he misses you often. You've been dismissive. Even you're not so desperate as to openly pursue your friends little brother.

But again, he's not so little anymore. He's taller than you now, and he's got lean muscle. He always smells great. He is incredibly pretty in the fairy prince kind of way. This is by far the worst crush you've ever had to endure in your entire life. You've tried to forget.

But just last week he walked you home after patrols, speaking casually and kindly and good god - what is with the broad-shoulders? When did that even happen?

You want to die. You want to disappear into a black hole. You want to scream and cry. Why you're crushing on a boy 4 years younger than you? Why is Todoroki Shouto of all people make your heart flutter?

"Seriously... I mean I knew he was flirting with you pretty brazenly but," Natsuo looks like he's holding back a grimace. If you weren't holding back tears, you'd hit him "...Shouto? Like...really?"

"Didn't know our little angel was such a casanova. Crazy world we live in."

"Neither of you are helping." You say exasperated. Natsuo leans back on his palms, sighing a little. "Do you think I wanted this?"

"It's not the end of the world," Natsuo offers thoughtfully. You give him a meaningful glare from the corner of his bed but he doesn't budge "I mean..I guess if I got to pick who he dated, you're not at the very bottom of the list."

You kick his side. "That's so backhanded."

"He doesn't want to admit you two are a good match," Touya says thoughtfully, unwrapping candy from his pocket. A habit he picked up trying to quit smoking "He'll be lonely if you date Shouto."

"Shut up, Touya."

You ignore both of them for a minute trying to get your bearings.

"You think we're a good match...?"

Touya laughs hard "Is that all you heard? Poor Natsu, already being abandoned."

Natsuo shoots Touya a glare.

"Touyaaaa," You drag, reaching over to tug on the bottom of his shirt "Elaborate."

"And feed your delusions?" He says, clicking his teeth "Fine. Only because it's funny."

Natsuo hmphs, and you look at him apologetically. You two will have to talk about it later. Touya rolls the candy in his mouth, pulling his shirt up to scratch at his abdomen.

"Dunno. You're like... probably one of the only people who's not gonna treat him weird cause he's a good little hero. That brat... it's probably best for him to date someone normal and civilian-esque. Not like being a hero is the most important thing in the world to him."

You flush a little. This is really, really bad. Natsuo gives you a disapproving look. You look back at him a little softer.

"I won't date him if he's off limits." You offer. Touya coos at you both.

"Well aren't you darling."

Natsuo groans, laying flat on the floor.

"Ugh. It's not like I can just say no. It's enough of a miracle that Shouto is showing interest in anyone. And if he misses out on true love, even if it's," He gives you a sideways glance and shakes his head "Even if it's with you then I can't actually stop it."

"I'll reject him if you tell me too."

"What kind of older brother do you take me for?"

"Yeah, what kind of older brother do you take him for?" Touya mocks, laughing to himself "Aren't you just a saint, Natsu?"

"Touya, I'm gonna throw you out of my room."

"Ooh, someone's mad."

Before Natsuo as a chance to come back, the sound of the door opening from the living room downstairs floats up. Shouto calls out. You feel your heart almost fall out of your ass. Touya, delighted, is the first to reply.

"Shou-chan, we're upstairs."

You make a gesture of violence towards Touya who replies by pretending to jerk off then giving you the middle finger. You don't have time to collect yourself before Shouto is upstairs. He's back from patrols and he's a little sweaty. You feel heat creep-up up your neck.

"Touya-nii, do you still—oh," Shouto smiles soft as he realizes "It's you. I didn't realize you were here."

"I came in after class."

"Alone? You should've asked me to walk home with you."

You flush. Touyas' snickering is not helping you at all.

"Isn't that out of your way?"

"It's fine. I do stuff like that a lot," You're almost disappointed until he tacks on "But it's you so it's alright."

You look up at him wide-eyed. He gives you the ghost of a smile. God you're screwed. Before you can reply, Natsuo clears his throat.

"Go wash up. You stink." He chides. Shouto immediately goes back to being a little brother, nodding his head.

"Okay. Then," He looks at you directly. You're so screwed "I'll be right back."

You wait until Shouto is finally down the hall, listening for the bathroom door to thump shut before falling back into Natsuo's bed. Touya breaks out into a fit of laughter as Natsuo sulks in the corner.

But all of it feels like white noise when you compare it to the sound of your heartbeat, thudding hard in your chest.

#todoroki x reader #bnha x reader #todoroki fluff #bnha fluff #writing tag #this idea im sure has been done a million times but i just wanted to write my own version im sorrryfdjd

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distasteful-8-esquire · 4 months ago

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Lone Star | Chapter 1

dbf!Joel x female reader

Summary: It's your first summer after college and you're forced to be back in a hometown where nothing ever changes- except for the new neighbor down the street.

Warnings: age-gap, Joel is mid 40's reader is mid 20's, MDNI.

Word Count: 3.5k

Note: hey people! giving a shot at a my favorite joel miller- you guessed it dbf!joel.! Both reader and Joel are moving back to a neighborhood they have avoided for separate reasons-yet when they're together they can't seem to remember them. (maybe one day we'll all find our own personal joel)

You’re laying on the old rusty sunbeds next to the pool when you wake up. You’d had a few too many beers in the evening and fell asleep in your yard, now being awakened by the night’s summer breeze. Disheveled you prop yourself up on your elbows and look over to the house. The lights are off, you remember your parents won’t be home for a few weeks- or is it days now?. You fall back onto the old sunbed, your back hitting the hard surface, drinking all afternoon has played some tricks on your memory apparently.

“Shit” you mutter to yourself, slowly regaining the memories of coming out to tan by your pool and to try out your new red bikini before you wore it to the annual ‘all day bonfire’ your neighbours hosted every summer.

You reach out to the ground to find a half empty beer can, lifting it up to take a sip hoping nothings crawled into it during your nap. Flat but not as warm you thought, you set it onto your stomach still holding in with one hand on its bottom side.

There’s more stars in the sky than usual, you notice, shifting your eyes from one to another as its become your nightly ritual. You lift up your hand and ‘trace’ over some of them. Others you section between your thumb and your pointer. It’s the one thing that’s never changed since you were a kid. You always admired the stars, the sky, like you could almost see the wisdom they were holding in them, you envied the power they had of always being around, always seeing everything happening in the quiet hours. You remember when you were younger your grandma would sit with you until past your bedtime in her yard and point out the ones she knew,

“You know honey, the stars have always been around, so if you’re ever not sure about something you turn to them you hear? They’ll know. They’ve seen it”

Your grandma was never spiritual or religious, never believed anything she couldn’t see, but she was adamant about the stars, so you trusted her.

“Yeah well, the stars don’t hold up as witnesses in court so don’t go puttin all your faith in ‘em” your grandpa would chime in. When you were younger he always seemed distant, never tried to bond with you, didn’t talk much at all, and would always have a way of disproving stories others told you. But as you grew older, you couldn’t help but notice he was always there. The second your parents dropped you off and your grandma took you out in the street to play, he’d follow, never missing a beat when you wanted to go somewhere.

“It’s girls day Henry, we just have to go to the mall” your grandma would say, batting her eyelashes while you snicker behind her yelling “yeah, we have to grandpa!”.

“I ain’t a girl” he would complain but he would already be halfway out the door with his boots on and keys in hand ready to take ya anywhere. It’s when you learned you could feel loved just as much even tho you’d never hear those exact words.

So at night, when you would finally wind down, your grandma would sit you out in the yard, lemonade in hand and tell you all kinds of stories. Sure enough, your grandpa would always pull up a chair near you with a beer in hand and listen to the both of you talk throughout, what you thought was, all night. And the beer he would always happen to be drinking was a Bud, just like the luke-warm one that was leaving a circular imprint on your belly right now.

Finally, feeling awake enough you reach down next to the empty beer cans to find your watch you carefully took off before tanning. 8pm. Damn. You promised your best friend you’d be at her place in half an hour. Peeling yourself off the chair you find steady ground and start picking up the beer cans you left out before heading back to your house. It was your first summer back from college and you didn’t want your neighbors to think that you’d already taken up a status of full blown unemployed alcoholic.

After locking the porch door, you run up to your room and jump in the shower, trading the scent of beer and sweat for vanilla and coconut soap, trying to hurry up and make it to your friends on time. The cool water felt like magic against your warm and dry skin, making you spend an extra ten minutes in there, blaming the delay on the new conditioner ‘you just couldn’t get out of your hair’.

Good enough if she asks why you’re late.

Getting out the shower you towel dry yourself as fast as you can before putting on a pair of dark denim shorts that hang low on your hips. The red halter tank top you’ve worn since high school happened to be the closest to reach which made it an easy decision. Basically stumbling over your shiny cowboy boots you take your makeup stuffed backpack and run out the door, checking twice to make sure it’s locked. It’s a quick walk albeit, not even five minutes down the road to their house.

You had the tradition of gettin ready for a night out together over the summer and with both your parents gone on vacation, you basically ping-ponged between your houses every day.

You couldn’t help but notice the moving truck on the way down to her house. You lived at the end of one of the countless look-alike culs-de-sac in a small town in Texas, so not much happened without hearing about it first. Certainly not someone moving two houses down from you.

Guess one of the downsides of your parents being out of town is being out of loop on the neighbourhood agenda.

As you walk past the house all you see is a light in the kitchen of a house you once knew well. Bella, your childhood best friend lived there with her mom until one day they moved and you never heard from them again. Ever since then you’ve just seen it as a shell of a house. It was hard to miss it though, the only empty house in the neighbourhood, the only green one, many-a-story were told about it amongst the neighbourhood kids. Then you grew up and it went back to being just an empty house.

Well, not so empty anymore.

A noise from the side of the house startled you back into reality and when you saw what appeared to be a large man in its shadows, naturally you all but ran to your friend's house.

“Honeey, I’m home!” you yell slamming the door behind you as you walk up to her room where she’s sat with her legs over the side of an armchair, and a magazine in her hand.

“Fell asleep again by the pool did we?” she says without even looking up from the paper.

You mimic a shocked look dropping your bag and throwing yourself onto her bed.

“You know some people call drinking and abruptly falling asleep every day alcoholism” she adds on before dropping the magazine to the ground

“Well those people have never had two weeks alone without their nagging parents now have they”

“Can’t really argue with that now can I?” she sighs mimicking you

“Not at all Ames.” you sit up facing your friend with a smug smile on your face

“Oh, hey, what’s with the moving truck at Bella’s house?”

“That stopped being Bella’s house like 15 years ago Lexie”

“I know I know..just don’t really know what else to call it ”

“Well you can call it by the name of whoever moved in there now. My mom mentioned something before she left about a guy moving in there. Mid 40s, contractor, single, coming from San Antonio I think but born in Dallas”

That explains the creepy man you think to yourself.

“Wow your mom can really work for the FBI you know that”

“Tell me about it. Now come on, there’s a pitcher of pre-game margaritas waiting to be made downstairs and we still need to do hair and make up”

“Yes ma’am” you jump out the bed and follow your friend to the kitchen.

The rest of the night is spent getting ready to go to a local bar you’ve been frequenting since you were old enough to get a quality fake ID.

Celebrating your 21st birthday there two years ago was awkward to say the least. But alas it had the most decent pool tables and the beer was fifty cents cheaper so it prevailed as the main hang out space.

“Okay hand me my bag and we can he-” just before you’re about to finish your sentence you get interrupted by your ringtone. You quickly move to answer the phone.

“Hey dad, is everything okay? You don't usually call this late”

“Everything’s fine honey” he answers, calming your anxieties. You place the phone on the table and put it on speaker as you finish packing your purse.

“I just have a favor to ask you. The new neighbour moving into the empty house down from us- your old friend's house uh -what was her name, Stella?”

“Bella” you correct him

“Right right. Well the new neighbour is Joel- you remember him right honey? I was in the army when his brother Tommy enrolled, nice kids, they used to visit when you were little”

You look up at your friend with a confused look, not recalling a man you probably haven’t seen in more than 10 years.

“Sure dad, I’m sure if i see him I’ll know”

Amanda laughs off your patronizing attempt

“Well anyway, he’s got one final haul tonight but I promised him some tools he’ll need for the furniture including his bed for the night and I figured you’d be out with Amanda tonight anyhow, you mind if he picks you up from the bar on his way home and you can just let im into the garage, he’ll know where everything is”

“A free ride home? Hell yeah we’ll take it”

“Great sweetie, I’ll text him your number, let him know where you’ll be, he says he should be comin through around 2 am”

“Okay dad, will do, love you bye!”

“Love you too kiddo, have a good night”

“Nicee we can go all out on booze now, well with a bodyguard coming round and all”

“Yeah Ames the first encounter I wanna have with an old friend of my dads is being wasted”

“Won’t be the first time” she says with a coy smile

“Oh shush. Come on let’s head out before our booth is taken”

“Alright alright, you text Joel, I’ll call an uber”

You quickly save the number your dad sent you and write a quick message.

Hey! My dad sent me this number, I’ll be at Frank’s with a friend, shoot me a text when you’re out front!

You sign off the text with your name and pile up in the uber with Amanda for the 20 minute drive to the bar.

“Sam, two buds!!” you yell as soon as you enter the bar

“Damn it our booth is taken. Guess we’ll sit at the bar.” Amanda concludes

“It’s cool, I wanted to talk to Sam anyway, heard he’s dating someone new”

“No way!”

Amanda all but runs up and jumps up a stool on the bar, excitedly greeting your friend. You slowly follow behind checking out the people that are seating in your usual booth. You can tell they’re from out of town, a group of men wearing black and cargo, being loud as hell and drinking - Miller Lites- of course. You scoff and one of them seems to shoot a look your way. You’re not interested enough nor stupid enough to cause a scene with a group of men looking like that, so you just move along and take your place next to Amanda.

“Here you go ladies” Sam sets down two beers and two shots in front of you

“Sooo? Who is it?” Ames asks

“Who’s what?” Sam asks nonchalantly while drying some glasses. At this point he’s a little too used to Amanda’s dramatic antics of a conversation.

“Who’s the guy Sam, the grapevine says you're seeing someone” she looks at him with a smile.

Sam lifts up his head and looks over to you right as you take a shot.

“And is the grapevine the nosy Texan girl in front of me that can’t phantom keeping a secret”

You look between the two of them with an awkward smile.

“Hey I can keep a secret! I just have to tell Ames, rules of marriage and all that”

“Rules of marriage?”

“Yeah totally, when you’ve been friends for over 20 twenty years, you’re basically married so she has to tell me” Amanda says looking doe eyed over to Sam

“Why do I even bother” he sighs

“You remember Frank’s nephew? You met him over Christmas”

“Oh yeah yeah I do”

“Well the real reason he came was because he was checking out the place to move here. He came back during spring, truck filled to the brim with his shit and moved in with Frank until he could find a place of his own. I was showing him around town and one night he- well we realized maybe we wanna be more than friends”

“Oh my god! I could totally see it! You two seem like a good match”

“Yeah, I’d like to think so” Sam snickers

“Anyway ladies, enjoy your night, I gotta help with some keg deliveries. Find me before you leave!”

“You got it Sam”

Both you and Amanda lift a beer up to cheer on Sam as he leaves.

Amanda quickly turns to you.

“Alright, what’s the objective tonight?”

“The objective?”

“Yes. I have taken it upon myself to find your soulmate. Well at least one for the summer”

“Oh Ames I already told you I’m not looking to meet anyone”

“Yeah and it’s the same story I've heard all throughout college. Look it's not about meeting anyone, just have some fun, you have a house to yourself and a pool and it’s just wrong that we’re the only ones using it”

You roll your eyes at her comment and yet unfortunately she’s right. You don’t know if it’s the countless rom-coms you watched but you weren’t interested in putting yourself out there as much. You didn’t want to go through situationships or talking phases, you wanted a meet-cute and a love story. Maybe it was time to face the reality of having to actually go on first dates and go through awkward encounters if you didn’t want to spend your life alone. Maybe you would try it out just for one night. How bad could it go?

“Okay fine”

“What?”

“Fine, find me my summer soulmate”

“Ahhh! Oh my god! Okay!”

“Okay Ames maybe calm down a bit first”

“Oh you are not taking this away from me. That group of guys at the booth? They’ve been eyeing you since you walked in. Maybe not soulmate material but definitely good for a fun night”

“Alright let’s go”

You and Amanda go over to the group of guys and introduce yourself. You spend some time talking and they buy you drinks. Soon it’s really clear which two guys are interested in you and Amy as the rest have gone to play pool. It’s just the four of you in the booth now.

“Soo what brings you guys to town” Amanda asks

“Oh just passin through, headin to a bike meet in a couple days near here” the guy next to her, Alex or Axel or something similar answers.

“Oh cool, what do you ride?” you ask

“I got a Harley myself, a Roadster a little over 1000CCs” Mark, the guy next to you answers

“Oh nice, I’m trying to fix up an old Triumph” you answer

“You ride?”

“Not much. Back when my uncle was around I had some fun taking his Royal out for a spin but ever since then I’ve just been fixing up the Triumph”

Mark snarks, and you can’t help but notice the condescending eye-roll that comes with it.

“Bet you’d have more fun riding me” he whispers to you.

You look over to Amanda but she’s clearly deep in conversation with Axel and she seems to be having a good time. Not wanting to ruin her night, you decide to excuse yourself to the bathroom.

Mark makes another inappropriate comment and you don’t take a second longer to head to the ladies room.

As you leave the bathroom you make the decision to head to the bar instead, hoping Mark will get bored or at least get the hint, and go play pool with his friends.

“Scotch on the rocks” you tell the bartender as you sit down on a stool furthest away from the booth but still within sight to keep an eye on Amanda.

“Thanks” you smile at the bartender as he gives you a drink

A couple of minutes pass and you zone out looking at the beautiful illumitaing golden-brown color of your drink which for some reason you can’t quite pin-point sparks a nostalgic feeling within you. To you’re demise, you don’t get to enjoy the feeling for long.

“Where’d you go off to” Mark puts a hand on your back and you all but jump out of your seat

”Oh hey. Sorry I just saw this wasn’t really working out so I thought I’d skip the awkwardness”

“Yeah? Why’s that?” he starts sliding the hand lower on you back and now you really do jump out the stool.

“Listen, I’m not interested, just leave me alone please”

He gets closer to you, making you hit the bar with your back.

“And I thought we were havin’ a grand ol- time, how bout you come up to my motel and see how fun i can really be”

You try to deter him by putting a stool between the two of you but his quick to push it away.

“Just- stop- I don’t wanna do this Mark please leave me alone”

As he leans in closer you move your face away flinching and closing your eyes, hoping he just leaves.

“And I don’t wanna deal with some bitch that’s-”

You hear a thud and as you open your eyes Mark is gone. It takes you a few seconds to locate him down on the floor covering his face. In a moment of confusion, someone gently grabs your shoulder and you flinch away and have to steady yourself on the barstool. Until you hear your name said in the most soothing Texan twang’

“Hey darlin’- sorry about that didn’t mean to scare ya’, you okay?”

You’re still in a bit of shock but you manage to sound out a timid yes.

“Alright, here gimme your hand, step around ‘im”

It seems natural, and safe to follow his directions, like you’ve trusted him your whole life. So you step over Mark, who seems to be bleeding and cursing while swaying back and forth on the ground. After you get behind him, he calls over to someone, a muscular guy- security probably, they exchange a few seconds of conversation and the guy lifts Mark off the floor and carries him out the bar.

“Here darlin’ sit down for a second. A water please” he takes out a stool for you to sit on and gives you the glass filled with clear liquid.

“You okay?” he asks, sitting beside you after you’ve had a sip of the water.

“Yeah yeah just a pent-up creep, thank you tho- I mean you didn’t have to I’m sure that…- just thanks ” you give an awkward smile, feeling your words leave your mouth at the same pace your heart is beating and not being able to stop either.

“No need to thank me I’m- ”

The adrenaline wears off before he gets to finish the sentence and you slam down the glass on the bar once again getting a frightened look on your face as you interrupt him.

“Wait- How- how’d you know my name?”

He looks at you and smirks before saying your name again, more so in a questioning tone.

“I’m Joel darlin’- shit sorry your dad said you’d recognize me. He sent me a picture of you, said you never keep your phone charged so I should just head in here to find you if you don’t answer my call”

The tension leaves your body again and you sink into the cushion of the bar stool.

“Oh fuck- sorry i didn’t know, did i miss your text? I swear I checked my phone just now I-”

“No no don’t worry sweetheart, i just came in to town a lot earlier than expected, figured i’d sit down for a drink didn’t wanna disturb your night too much kid”

“Disturb my night? Joel you’re givin’ us a free ride back at 2am, i think it’s the other way around”

“Us?”

“Oh shit- Amanda, my friend, she was with a friend of that guy, I gotta go find her”

“Come on let’s go ”

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