#so dad texted them n i'm watching him till they get home

[strrykais]

ᝰ.ᐟ off the record

12 . i think i’m in love with you

Feeling nervous was definitely an understatement, you never been to a party. You were always worried you would make the people around you feel uncomfortable with having to have someone translate or write it down for you. 

It didn't take much convincing to convince Giselle to come, she was more than happy to accompany you when she saw how nervous you were to even ask her. It did however take forever to convince chenle to drive you both.

When you guys finally arrived at the address sion sent you, you watched chenle mouthed something to giselle and her comment back. 

Chenle turns to you ‘ when you are ready to go call or text okay? I can come get you both.’ 

‘ What if you don’t answer? ’ Chenle rolls his eyes ‘ then keep blowing it up till I do, you idiot. I can’t let two girls walk home late at night. Now can I? ‘ he had a look of pity, which made you roll your eyes, turn your head out the window, and see Sion in the doorway waving at you with a big smile on his face.

You wave back at him, tapping Giselle's shoulder pointing at Sion. ‘I'm going to head in and I'll see you there. Bye Chenle.’

They both watch as you get out the back seat walking up to Sion.

“Watch after her Gi. It’s her first party after all.” Chenle says leaning forward to see you walk in the door with him. 

“She’s a big girl Le, and plus this is like a perfect party for her to be at. Trust me she will be fine. Let her make friends, we will call you when we are ready.” She gathers her bag and starts unbuckling her seat belt.

“No alcohol, I'm not carrying either of you guys.” Chenle waves giselle out, “Yes Dad.” 

Sion was giving you a tour of the place, slowly introducing you to his friends. You were kind of glad that he was going at a slow pace. It's not that you felt uncomfortable, it was just a lot especially when the only people you interacted with were your friends and jeno. Jeno! You totally forgot to message him, you quickly pull out your phone sending him a text.

A tapping on your phone brought you back to sion who was standing over you with his curious eyes. 

‘boyfriend?’ he asks, you notice the way his hands ask almost as if testing the waters. you glance up at him to see his eyes were avoiding yours, ears slowly turning a soft shade of red to match the blush creeping up on his cheeks. 

This was all new territory, you never had a boy ask if you were dating anyone. You weren’t dating officially but you kind of assumed you and jeno had something going on. He did ask you on a date, that has to mean something right.. You didn’t wanna lie to Sion, especially since he has been so kind and sweet, but you weren't sure where you were in your romantic life. 

You rub your hands together getting ready to give him a reply, you noticed sion waving someone over with hands signing to you. ‘You gotta meet my friend, he has been a great help in getting me used to the new and bigger campus.” you only smile and give him a slight nod when he steps past you giving his friend a hug. You try to glance around him to catch his face, and when you do your eyes widening in surprise. 

‘Jisung this is the girl i was telling you about. Jisung this is y/n. Y/N this is jisung.’ you were hoping sion couldn’t catch the looks you both gave each other. But he completely did. ‘It looks like you know each other.’ 

‘Yeah something like that.’ jisung signs to sion, eyes quickly going back to you. You nervously started playing with the hem of your shirt, trying to keep your hands busy because you didnt wanna talk and was too afraid to glance away from either of them in case you missed something signed. 

“I think I'll let you two talk.. The silence is suffocating and that’s all I've heard all my life. So find me later, okay guys?’ you give him a smile and a nod as jisung gives him a thumbs up.

You watch as Sion disappears into the crowd behind jisung. Jisung's eyes haven't left your figure for a while before he decides to break the ice. ‘Can we talk? Somewhere more private.’ you nod as jisung reaches out a hand for you to grab. It was weird. You and jisung were so close that physical contact was second nature, no need for asking. But now with his hand stretched out for you, you felt your heart breaking for your lost connection and one of your most treasured friendships. 

 You slip your hand into jisungs while he leads you past people, reaching outside on the balcony. You were kind of hoping giselle saw you and jisung together and followed you out, but now it was just you, jisung and the light snow that sprinkled outside.

Jisung must have noticed that you were cold, when you rubbed your hands over your arms. You watch as he takes off his jacket pulling it over your shoulders. His face was inches from yours and it felt so foreign. He felt so foreign.

‘You don't have to say anything.’ he starts off, face holding so much worry like you were gonna hit him. You could never hit him, he knows that but he still was worried you might. ‘ I'm sorry. I’m sorry for the way I acted towards you and towards jeno. I just got worried that you would leave me for someone who was probably ten times better than me. I know that doesn’t really excuse it because I should be someone who supports you and helps you, not hold you back to the point you only need me. I was selfish for thinking that, especially when I know you see me as nothing but a friend. I wrote and I practiced what I have been wanting to tell you over the last few weeks and now my mind is drawing a blank with you standing so pretty in front of me. You just make me so nervous and I forget all the time when I'm around you. Y/N if you have it in your heart i wanna become friends again, i will continue to work through this love i feel for you so it wont hinder our friendship.’ 

You quickly reach out stopping his hand movements, jisung watches your heavy breaths of white fog leave your mouth. Cheeks red with your nose to match, jisung didn’t like the expression on your face. Jisung didn’t want your pity, he already knew how you felt towards him.

‘Love?’ you questioned. Your eyes searched his face to see if he was pulling some joke. 

‘I think I'm in love with you. No wait, I have been in love with you for a while. And I let that consume me and took advantage of your trust. That little part of you was all I could get and I slowly saw it become Jenos. I have come to realize that it was never mine to take. I’m sorry for dropping this on you at your first party, but i thought i might never get the chance to talk to you that wasn't through a phone.’ 

Jisung lifts his hands to cup your cheeks, pulling your face down planting a soft kiss in your temple. He gives you a shy smile letting go of your face, taking a few steps back before signing, ‘you have my number when you are ready to talk again, and if not I also understand that. Don't stay out here for much longer, you are starting to look like an icicle. Ill see you around ynnie.’ with that he walks inside softly shutting the doors, leaving you with nothing but your thoughts and aching heart.

A figure popping in your peripherals scares you, hand going over your pounding heart to see Giselle looking completely shocked. ‘Why did jisung come to me and say you needed me out here?’ 

You let out a soft sigh, ‘im ready to go home. I can tell you there.’

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⚣ Domestic Living With Jason 🩳

⚣🩳 A/N → I'm physically incapable of writing anything under 500 words. But, this was inspired by my love of compression shirts (especially the Under Armor ones and how I would do exactly this if my boyfriend tried to walk out wearing one). May start a series off this, we'll see. Warnings: Domestic Vibes. Married Energy. Suggestive Langauge. Swearing. Petty Jason.

⚣🩳 Summary → Domestic life is something. Domestic life with Jason Todd is another thing. One moment, you're ready to fight this man. Next moment, you're ready to fight this man. *wink wink* Wait, hold up. Jason, what the hell are you wearing?!

⚣🩳 Words → 1.5K

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⚣ ENJOY 🩳

“Jason, hurry up! I need to get back so I can finish this essay.” Y/N yelled from the living room of his and his boyfriend’s shared apartment.

If you asked him a year ago what he figured living with his boyfriend would be like, he’d more than likely answer with a lot of freaking sex. Of course, other things came with it, but that was the first thing that always came to mind.

It also came with a lot of stay-at-home dates. Jason was unsurprisingly a natural homebody and loved to spend his evenings when he could with his lovely boyfriend cuddled against his body while watching a movie or playing a game and munching down on some takeout.

Truthfully, it was nice seeing how Jason was in a domestic situation. It served as a reminder to Y/N that under all those scars, grumpiness, and tough exterior was just a boy who wanted to be loved.

On the other end, living with Jason made Y/N take a long, hard look in the mirror and reflect on all the bad habits he had when living at home with his parents and starting college. For example, time management…

Before he started dating Jason, Y/N was the kind of person who waited till twenty minutes before he had to leave to start getting dressed. Whenever someone would text him and ask for his location, he’d respond telling them he was leaving the house now.

Then, when he was actually leaving the house and they’d text him again, he’d respond saying he was on the freeway. Truly, the best example of what not to do when he wanted to be on time somewhere.

After he started dating Jason though, and especially when they moved in together, Y/N sent a long apology to his parents who had tried for years to teach him better time management. The crazy thing about that was when they asked him why he was apologizing and he explained that Jason’s time management made him look like an angel, they didn’t believe him!

In their eyes, Jason was a saint who could do no wrong. Which was ironic considering Y/N’s dad promised to castrate any man who dared even look his son’s way. And his mom, well, not sure that’s really appropriate to mention.

Yet, when it came to Mr. Jason Peter Todd, he might as well have been hand-delivered from God himself. Maybe it was because his boyfriend could and would be late to anything else in the world (Lord knows Bruce went through hell and back just to get him to be on time for family dinner), but if it was anything involving Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, he was twenty minutes early with a gift he picked up from the local Target.

It also could be that Jason was the world’s biggest kiss-ass (when he needed to be) and used that to wrap Y/N’s parents around his finger. Either or…

But now, since they were only going to the gym, Jason was of course taking his sweet time to get ready, which, every passing second was another snap of one of Y/N’s nerves. Truthfully, he would’ve just grabbed his keys and left without him, but the last time he did that, Jason went and bought a steering-wheel clutch to put on his car and hid the keys from him for two weeks.

Another thing Y/N’s parents would never believe about their son’s beloved boyfriend; the fucker was petty as hell.

“I’m coming, babe! Be out in a sec,” Jason yelled from behind their bedroom door.

“You said that five minutes ago!”

“Sorry, I don’t recall. Maybe you imagined it.”

This gaslighting motherfu–

Y/N had to take a deep breath to calm his growing impulsive need to bust down that door and slap the fuck out of his boyfriend’s neck. It didn’t help…

“You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend. You can’t hit your boyfriend,” Y/N mumbled to himself while tapping his foot against the floor repeatedly to distract himself from the ticking seconds passing by in his mind.

Two minutes later, the door opened and revealed his tall and bulky man looking ever so fresh and handsome. Though Y/N was still irritated beyond belief, the sight of his boyfriend’s handsome face who grew a smile and twinkle in his eyes when he looked at him always managed to dissipate his temper.

Not by much though. Jason’s neck still looked like a very bright and large target just waiting for a good sting from the palm of his hands.

Maybe Tim was right, they were a match made in heaven just off violent tendencies alone.

“That was not a sec,” Y/N reprimanded in a grumble.

Jason’s smile turned into a self-satisfied grin while he walked past his boyfriend to their coat closet, grabbing his abnormally large gym shoes. Seriously, what size is this man’s foot?

“Hey, it’s not my fault you waited till the last day to finish your homework.” He replied while tying his shoe.

“Um, actually it is. Every time I tried to sit down and work on it, you’d either start complaining about how I wasn’t paying any attention to you or you’d get randomly horny and start touching me in ways that shall not be named and I’d end up with your dick inside me.”

Y/N immediately regretted his words when he saw how Jason looked up from finishing his last shoe, a lustful blown look on his face as he eyed his body up and down. Thankfully, he didn’t seem like he was about to act on his impulses as he kept tying his shoe without looking before standing back up.

Why was that hot?

“Sounds like you need to practice self-control, sir.”

Oh, no he didn’t.

“Sir, I was already tempted to smack the back of your neck before. I beg you to not increase that urge.”

“Do it. I dare you,” Jason challenged, standing right in front of him with his towering frame. The tone in his voice and the look on his face were signaling something that Y/N was very tempted to answer, but he had to keep rationality in the forefront of his mind.

“You not worth it,” He responded, side-stepping him while going to grab his jacket.

“Yeah, that’s what I thought.”

“Sir, don’t get fu–”

It was at that moment Y/N took a full look at his boyfriend, specifically what he was wearing. And while the sight was something he wouldn’t mind staring at, he definitely didn’t want other people staring at him.

“Excuse me, but what in the hell are you wearing?” Y/N asked, still looking him up and down.

Jason looked confused for a moment, also looking at his outfit, not seeing what the problem was.

“Um, a shirt and sweats? Is this a trick question or,”

“Why is it so tight? Who are you trying to show off for?”

This man was wearing a black compression shirt and gray joggers like it was just a regular Sunday. The Lord is watching, how dare he?!

Jason’s smirk immediately came back when he realized what he was really about, “Oh, what? I can’t wear tight clothes now to the gym?”

“Not unless you want me to fight bitches. Because, just in case you forgot, I do fight bitches.”

“Language, or I’m telling mom. And I like it when you fight over me,” He said while grabbing at Y/N’s waist.

He immediately popped the vigilante’s hands off him, “Don’t involve my mother in and hands off mister.”

“Our mother, thank you,” Jason corrected.

“It’s giving incestuous, and last time I checked, there is no ring on this finger and my last name is not Todd.”

“Don’t tempt me.”

Y/N was sat.

“I-, that was really hot and we’re gonna move on from that,” Y/N responded, and Jason once again had a cocky smirk on his face. Lord knows this man was more than likely dead serious. He’d drop everything and drive to a ring shop right now.

“Anyway, you need to go change sir. I don’t need them dirty, mud-bathing rats staring at what is for my eyes only.” Y/N responded, pointing back to their bedroom waiting for Jason to move.

“Oh, so I need to go change, but when you were wearing those tiny shorts, showing off what’s supposed to be for my eyes only, I got told to mind the business that pays me,” Jason asked with a laugh.

“Are you on my payroll?” Y/N questioned.

“No.”

“My point still stands.”

“You think you’re funny,”

“I think I’m hilarious, actually. In fact, I’m so funny, I’m going to get the extra small shorts I just got in the mail since you want to play with me.” Y/N turned around and sprinted for their bedroom.

“Oh, I’ll play all day,” Jason mumbled under his breath before throwing their gym bags down to the ground and kicking off his shoes before following his boyfriend into the room.

They did not make it to the gym, but they definitely got their workout in.

☀️ | Jason Todd/Red Hood | ☀️

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[lxdymoon0357]

Isei Airavara: relationship HCs

Author's notes: I ADORE THIS WEBTOON!! My utter favourite, it's lighthearted, cute and everything in between!! And I'm over the moon with Isei and Anita, I'm making more posts regarding them, I PROMISE!!

Genre: fluff || headcanons

Warnings: N/A

© Writing belongs to me, Lxdymoon0357. Do not plagiarize, but reblogging, liking and commenting is deeply appreciated.

回 Isei Airavara, oh my god! First of all, there is no bigger crackhead in this relationship than him sometimes. Okay, you can count up to him. You both are very much runaway asylum patients together, especially while chatting or texting, Kshin is kind of concerned for his brother, Granny thinks it's too fast for him to grow up.

回 Isei would try to draw you, decorate you with jasmines, they're his favourite after all. You'd sit there doing whatever be it studying, sleeping, cooking and whenever he can he'll click a pic and draw that pic or he'll draw if you're in a still position long enough.

回 Isei would imagine scenarios with you in his head, being the simp he is for you and you for him, and write fanfics down in his head..maybe it becomes his main idea for a smaller book, his editor loves to thank you for such good juicy stories he brings because of his late night scenario imagining/simping time for you.

回 Gossips with his granny and Kicchu about you and how pretty you look and how you looked at him for 0.04 seconds which means you'd both getting married in two days and stuff. Granny is too tired and throws him out of her kitchen, Kicchu only laughs till he's on his literal death bed from laughing so hard.

回 he demands you read his romance book and give compliments and hell be all blushy-blushy like a little princess. No man ever perfect than him has come out. Meera would be glad seeing him like this, she'd be happy seeing her son happy if she alive.

回 You'd both gossip after you're both done with college classes, while you both sit at some cafe. You've never known a guy who could gossip harder than Isei..His brother, but leaving him. Growing up around so many women and only one trans cousin brother and his elder brother and dad who also grew up surrounded by women. He puts on gossiping competition and throws everyone out the round with just one few sentences.

回 Isie would spend writing little love notes to you when he can, leaving them in your bags, your books, laptop, phone cover, wallet, anywhere really. He wants to remind you he loves you and everything about you every moment of very day. From compliments to even tiny trinkets if he could.

回 He would always have snacks ready for you in his home whenever you visit; sweets, tarts, fritters, banana chips his granny would spoil you rotten and even give you blackmail if you want with old photos and tell you stories like any grandma would.

回 Would always be watching bollywood movies with you..his romance game is like out of his own romance books. He's so romantic, always preparing dates for you, sends you 'us' texts more often than not, lets you bite his biceps if you're hungry and maybe bench-press you...Granny does not allow any of it, so that stays in your imagination!

回 He literally works out, just so you'd climb him like the bridge. He wants you to do everything to him that you want to do with your booktok boyfriends. Happy to carry you around, carry your book around..literally falls in love over and over just by looking at your face, you're his..He just can't believe!

回 He is ready to buy and write you books, loves to use you as his weight whenever he does push-ups or deadlifts..lifts you like you're his personal dumb-bell. Anyways, he also skips any and all veggies you don't like in the food whenever he cooks for you.

回 Literally puts on lipstick and leaves kiss-marks on you, you know what he did with Anita. Literal pookie. I can see him wanting to match outfits with you, all ootd of yourd match his. A pookie with another pookie. He begs you to have matching accessories sometimes and always uses any flowers that might fall from your gajra in his pockets.

[so-long-soldier-writes]

Falling in Love is like Falling Asleep (Slowly, Then All at Once)

liam dunbar x theo raeken

summary: liam knows things theo doesn’t know he knows. A harmless movie night is the easiest trap to set.

tags: movie night, sleepovers, texting, mutual pining, feels, trust, homeless theo

word count: 1.5k

a/n: i haven't posted in a hot minute, and i'm so sorry for that, and i'm also sorry that this is for tw, but the gays are stuck in my mind! i acknowledge my tvd requests and promise i'll get to them when i have the inspo, but for now here's this lil piece

12:48 pm

Liam: hey

12:54 pm

Theo: Do you need a ride?

12:55 pm

Liam: no

Liam: mason and corey are coming over to watch a movie tonight and i don’t want to be a third wheel

Liam: can u come

12:57 pm

Theo: No.

12:58 pm

Liam: wait why not

Liam: are u busy?

12:59 pm

Theo: No.

1:00 pm

Liam: okay then come over

Liam: my mom’s really chill and she’s baking brownies rn

Liam: my dad gets off work at 7 but then they’re gonna go out on a date or sum

Liam: they won’t be back till late and then they’ll just go to bed

Liam: please

1:04 pm

Theo: No offense, but I have no interest in watching a movie with you three chatterboxes.

1:05 pm

Liam: yes you do, you just don’t want to admit it

Liam: you secretly love us

1:06 pm

Theo: I tolerate you.

1:07 pm

Liam: you love us

Liam: 😘

Liam: theo i’m serious i really don’t want to third wheel

1:10 pm

Theo: And you think I do?

1:11 pm

Liam: no but at least we can third / fourth wheel together

Liam: hey 111, i wish you’re gonna come over tonight

1:12 pm

Theo: If you say your wish, it doesn’t come true. 

1:13 pm

Liam: that’s not true

Liam: c’mon theo please

Liam: it’s not just that i don’t want to third wheel, i want your company

Liam: and you should relax and watch a movie, you’re too tense all the time

Liam: no offense

1:15 pm

Liam: please

1:16 pm

Liam: please

1:17 pm

Liam: please

1:18 pm

Liam: theo, please?!?!?!?!?

Liam: theooo i stg answer your phone

Liam: come overrrr

Liam: i’m gonna be bored without you

Liam: my mom’s brownies are really good, she bakes

Liam: please

Liam: theo

Liam: i’m summoning you

1:19 pm

Theo: Oh my god! Shut up!

1:20 pm

Liam: oh good you’re back

Liam: pleeeeaasseeeeeee come over

1:21 pm

Theo: If I come, will you stop blowing up my phone?

1:22 pm

Liam: YES

1:23 pm

Theo: Okay, fine. ONCE.

1:24 pm

Liam: 😘😘 i’ll see you at sevennnnn

Despite getting a ‘yes’ on attendance, Liam’s still slightly surprised when he hears the familiar truck engine pull up to its usual spot by the mailbox. He opens the door when Theo’s footsteps reach the top step, and pops out from behind the dark green entrance with a smile. 

“Hi.”

“You’re a menace.”

“I’ve been told.”

Theo follows the little beta deeper into his house. He meets his mom, who ends up being as sweet as Liam describes, and greets Mason and Corey, who are bickering about what to watch. Up until the movie is decided, he opts to talk to Jenna in the kitchen rather than the pack of misfits across the room. Fifteen minutes later, though, her husband comes home and he knows he’ll have to succumb to the crazy soon. 

Sooner rather than later - Theo was hoping he’d have at least a little more time - Liam jumps up to hug his dad, then pulls Theo by the arm all the way to the living room. He plops down on a blanket on the floor and practically tugs him down with him, offering a half-assed sorry afterwards. Theo huffs, but settles beside him. He takes note of Mason and Corey sitting rather close to their right, and copies Liam as he leans his back against the couch. Jenna and David leave ten minutes later, leaving twenty dollars on the counter top, and about thirty warnings to not burn down the house. The DVD finishes its previews right as the door locks. Theo realizes he’s trapped now. 

It’s not that Theo doesn’t want to be around Liam, that’s not the case at all. The problem is the setting, where it’s late at night and a movie’s playing. It’ll be hard to control his heart rate and even worse to prevent his nightmares if he falls asleep. If he were a normal boy, without supernatural DNA, and if Liam were the same, he would kill for an opportunity like this. He’d agree immediately and sit beside him without hesitation. As the night went on, he’d inch closer and closer until practically cuddling the other boy, if he let him. 

But Theo can’t, and he won’t, and he stays still, and controls his heart. A few times, Liam’s shoulder brushes up against his and his focus dwindles. At one point, Liam moves his head close enough that his lips brush Theo’s cheek. It was an accident, by the way he moves away quickly, but he’s not too embarrassed, because he goes right back to his ear, this time with a better understanding of where Theo is. 

“You can relax, y’know? This isn’t a pack meeting or anything, this is just us hanging out. You don’t need to pretend around me, or any of us.”

Theo struggles with that. One, that Liam can sense he’s holding back, and two, that he’s putting so much strength into his mask, he’s missing the movie entirely. 

“What are we even watching?”

“Ant-Man, because there’s one scene at the end that Corey finds really funny, and he’ll happily sit through the whole movie just for those three seconds,” he explains. “But Paul Rudd is hot, so Mase and I don’t mind. Plus the movie is pretty good, I have to admit.” 

Theo doesn’t respond. His mind sits on the idea of Liam finding the man on the screen hot. It’s not that he doesn’t agree, it’s the fact that Liam finds him hot. 

Liam. 

Who dated Hayden. 

Who begged Theo to come tonight, because he “wanted his company,” and sent about a hundred kissing emojis to beckon him over. 

Liam, who just grazed his lips against Theo’s cheek and didn’t even flinch. 

Theo’s mind is suddenly really busy. And between the dark room, and the peaceful atmosphere, and the fact that he’s not in his truck, staring up at the fabric headliner, but leaning against Liam’s shoulder - how did that happen? - he starts to feel tired. He hasn’t slept well in days. Weeks, really. Maybe even months. 

Scratch that, Theo’s not sure he’s ever slept well. The last day in his mother’s womb was probably the last good sleep he’s ever had. 

But right now, next to Liam, inhaling his scent, close to Corey and Mason, - two people he used to doubt but now trusts - Theo feels himself nodding off. 

Liam thinks the man on the screen is hot. 

Liam’s beside him, touching him, almost kissing him. 

His head is spinning. 

Tara’s not in eyesight or earshot of him. The movie tunes her out. Liam grounds him. 

His head slumps from Liam’s shoulder to his lap, but he barely notices. 

Liam does. 

“Mase, give me that blanket.”

“This one?” He holds up a suede blue one.

“No, the weighted one.”

“Oh. Here.”

“Thanks.”

“Is he sleeping?” Corey asks in a whisper.

“Not yet, almost.” Liam drapes the blanket over him, from his shoulders to toes. Theo shifts slightly to welcome its warmth and the comfort it brings. 

Something heavy caresses his body, but it’s nice. He nestles his head deeper into his pillow - Liam’s lap, unbeknownst to him. A gentleness massages his head - Liam’s fingers playing with his hair - but he’s too relaxed to find out the source. In record time, Theo dozes off. His heart rises and falls steadily through the night. He doesn’t wake, nor cry, nor sweat. He sleeps peacefully, indulging in the comfort of the new environment. 

Liam falls asleep with a hand still in his hair, backed up against the couch. He’d watch him sleep if he could, make sure he doesn’t wake from a nightmare, but the gentle lull of his anchor’s heartbeat puts him to sleep quickly. 

Corey laughs silently at his favorite part - Thomas the Tank Engine  suddenly becomes so massive, he breaks through the house’s roof. He throws his hands in the air in a quiet cheer. 

When the movie’s over, Mason collects him into an embrace to sleep. 

The sun rises early in the morning, but Theo doesn’t. Everyone wakes up one-by-one and takes extra precaution to be quiet. Liam knows things Theo doesn’t know he knows. He wanted his company tonight, but he also wanted him to sleep. He hadn’t expected his crash to be in his lap, but Liam is certainly not complaining about it. 

Corey’s the last to wake. It’s nearly nine. Theo fell asleep at ten. Liam wants at least one more hour, a full twelve hours of undisturbed sleep. It’s likely he’ll be too embarrassed to come back to another movie night. Liam’s prepared for that. But he desperately hopes that this rest instead convinces him to stay more often, even if it means sneaking carefully through his window. His mom’s already approved that, if it gets him off the streets. 

“Is he still asleep?”

Corey receives three sets of fingers to lips. He apologizes silently with wide eyes and wild gestures. Mason corrals him out of the living room and into the kitchen. 

Theo’s still sleeping at ten. His heart’s still steady. He looks beautiful, painted in sunlight.

One more hour, Liam decides. At least one more. 

[the-froschamethyst4]

Dad’s Best Friend

➤Day 9

𖤐 Pairing: Soap x F! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, age gap, language, P in V, eating out, dad's best friend, kissing, making out,

𖤐 AN: I would like to say this kind of clashes with hes-just-a-bit-older it's kind of the aftermath after Price finds out about Y/n and Soap's little incident.

𖤐 Summaries: The day Soap and Y/n had fucked, Soap and Y/n's relationship grew, and Price was definitely weary of the relationship. Price of course doesn't want his daughter hurt and he doesn't know how he feels seeing his best friend kiss his daughter every now and then.

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A Couple Years Later

Soap and Price were watching at football game (soccer for the American) Soap's team was winning and Price every time Soap's team would score Price would sink down into the couch as Soap would cheer.

Y/n was in her bedroom talking to her best friend. She would roll her eyes when she heard Soap cheer and Price groan. She's glad they're having fun and all, but she sometimes wishes they'd be quiet, so she could hear her best friend.

Her best friend wanted to go shopping and do a girl's day out and maybe go to a bar afterwards to have fun.

"I mean, I'll get ready, but we'll see on the bar, I'm not big on bars."

"Yeah, I understand, we don't have to go," her best friend Aria said.

"Yeah, I'll get ready and let you know." Y/n said as she hung up her phone and opened her closet pulling out an oversized t-shirt that was actually Price's old Military shirt that had 'Capt. J. Price' on the back and 'Task Force 141' on the front. It was worn out, the Task Force and Capt. J. Price where slightly creaking, and the J was fading. Luckily no holes or stains on it.

She then grabbed some black sweatpants because it was going to get cold when the sun will go down. She grabbed shoes, her wallet and texted Aria that she was ready.

She goes downstairs and sat on the love seat putting on her shoes. Price and Soap looked at Y/n getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Price asked.

"Aria, wants to do a girls day out, so I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Price questioned his daughter.

"I don't know, what it's 12:30....maybe 5:00? I'm not sure," she said, putting her shoes on and kissing Price's cheek and going to Soap with a smile and kissed his lips.

Soap placed his hand on her lower back deepening the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough. It's already weird for me, seeing my best friend kissing my only daughter," Price said as Y/n pulled away with a red face and Soap just smirked.

Soap and Price are still close best friends, inviting each other to parties and anywhere to hang out like bars to talk and come over to each other's houses to watch a football match. Even though it's been 2 years of them being together, Price still finds it a bit weird that his best friend who's almost 40 years old, and his daughter is only in her late 20's and doing college work online.

Price allowed it because Y/n and Soap are happy together and he doesn't see anything wrong with it as long as his daughter isn't hurt by Soap, if Soap did hurt Y/n, Soap would be 6 feet under, and his tombstone would be saying 'died by strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, and fell off a cliff.'

"I'll be back," she said, walking out the door and going to Aria's car and they drove to the mall.

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6:00PM

Y/n had walked through the front door of her home, arms full of bags and her left hand held her phone and her right hand held a Starbucks drink.

They didn't have time to go to a bar or anything.

"I'M HOME!" Y/n shouted.

"He's not home." Soap said, coming around the corner of the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal.

"Where is he?" She asks, placing her bags down on the ground, and her drinks and phone on the counter.

"His work called him asking him to come in...he asked me to stay here till you got home to make sure everything's okay..." he said as he brought the spoon to his mouth and started to eat the cereal.

"I thought you wouldn't like fruit loops," she giggles at him, eating the cereal.

"Nah, it's good, just haven't had cereal in a while," he said. Y/n smiles at him and walks towards him. He placed the bowl down on the counter and held his little girlfriend's face and kissed her lips.

He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She slightly moans into the kiss, as his hands were placed on her hips, and he picks her up setting her on the counter. His hands went up her shirt and tossing it on the floor, he put his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders.

he grabbed the bra and tossed it on the shirt, his head goes down to her chest sucking on her breasts and squeezing her on breast as well. She moans and tangles her fingers into his hair.

His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her lower half just leaving her in a cute black thong. He's never seen her in a thong before. Her hips just protruding from the small thin straps made him fucking melt. The small triangle just barely covering her clit and nothing covering her ass.

"Holy shit," he said with a red face.

"What? You don't like it?" She said, bring her leg up to cover herself but Soap stopped her.

"No, no, I love it. I fucking love it...you look so sexy with this on," he grabbed the thin straps hugging her sides and let them smack against her skin earning a soft moan from her.

"I don't even want to take these off of you. I want to see you just walk around in them...I want to fuck you in them..." he said, kissing her neck as his hands just rested on her hips.

"S-Soap..." she moans.

He pulls her off the counter till her feet touched the ground, Soap turned her around and pushed her over the counter, seeing her ass and giving her a hard smack leaving a red handprint on her ass.

"God," he leans over her shoulder pushing his clothed crotch against her ass and she could feel his bulge in his pants. She smirks and rubs her ass against him.

Soap looks around remembering the cameras in the house Price put up. He could see one in the corner of the kitchen looking right at them. He stops and moves away from her.

"Why are you teasing me?" She whines.

"I don't want the cameras to see us, and Price gets mad that we're fucking on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, follow me, I know where we can go..." she said as she stood up grabbing Soap's hand and bring him to the bathroom, there was no camera in the hallway where the bathroom was.

Soap looked down staring at her bare ass in the thong.

"Why does he have cameras everywhere?" Soap asked.

"We had a break in when I was 15 and...I was home alone while he was out..."

"Oh wait...your-"

"Mom...yeah...when I was 15 and the break in happened, and I was home alone my mom came home and the robber...shot her....this is when my dad started to come home a little more and then he decided to put cameras in the house so I could feel safe."

Soap felt bad that he asked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay..." she shut the door behind them and placed her arms on his shoulders. "I know this is kind of weird to do it in the bathroom but it's the only place that doesn't have a camera in the room or in the hallway." She said.

"I understand." He smiles down at her. His hands went to her waist and smirked and leaned down kissing her lips.

Y/n's hands went down his chest to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulled them down and she pulled his hardened cock out.

He smirked into the kiss and started pull her thong off her lower half pulling them down and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom.

He puts her on the sink counter, and she put her feet on the sink giving him a perfect view of her slick coated pussy. He smirks and starts pumping himself viewing at her. He smacks his cock on her lower half.

She moans as he then pushes himself inside of her. She moans and falls on her back, Soap traps her between himself and counter. He starts to go easy till she gave him a look to speed up and go a little harder, which he did.

She moans and brings her head back hitting against the marble counter. Her hands held her legs, but her arms were getting tired, Soap grabbed her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Her hands kneaded her breasts as she moans and brought her hands under his shirt pulling it off his head and she tossed it on the bathroom floor. Soap was getting the rest of his clothes off as he still was thrusting into her.

"H-Holy f-fuck," he moans. He looks down at her seeing her stomach bulging with his dick inside of her. He smirks and leans down kissing her lips pushing his tongue inside of her mouth.

She moans when his tip just barely hits her g-spot. She moved her mouth, and his lips attacked her neck leaving hickies all over her neck and collarbone.

"Ahh~" She moans when she felt herself cum on his dick. He smirks and keeps going till he came inside of her.

He pulls out of her and goes down on her, licking between her folds getting cum on his tongue and swallowing it. Y/n moans feeling his tongue go inside of her as well. She grabs a handful of his hair making him go a little faster with his tongue.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n? Are you in there?" Price was on the other side of the bathroom door. She looked down at Soap who kept going but she doesn't know if she could keep quiet.

"Y-Yes!"

"Everything okay?" Price asks.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just not f-feeling well," she moans but tried to keep quiet as Soap just keeps going.

"Oh okay....hey Soap." Soap stopped and looked up at Y/n knowing they were caught.

"Fuck," Soap whispers. "Hey, Price..." he says.

"What's going on?" Price asked.

"Nothing much."

"C-Could we not h-have a con-verstaion bet-between t-the door, p-please." Y/n asks.

"Fine...I just came back for my wallet," Price said.

They heard the front door shut letting them know, Price was gone.

"Did that turn you off?" Y/n asked, Soap.

"No, don't worry about me, did you get turned off?"

"A little."

"Why don't I fix that?" Soap went back to licking between her wet folds. She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair once again, her thighs squeezed around his head.

"Oh baby," he moans as he looked up at her and she felt herself cum again and Soap licked her clean again.

"S-Soap," she moans.

He smirks and stands up hovering over her and kissing her thighs and biting them as well.

"God...you look so fucking sexy," he said as he grabbed his clothes, and she grabbed a towel to go get her clothes from the kitchen. Soap looked down seeing her black thong on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed wearing a shirt that was Soap's and laid on her back looking at her phone, she was looking at TikTok before getting a text from Soap.

Soap: *I have something of yours*

Y/n: *Oh? And what is that?*

Soap: *Sent 2 photos*

Soap had sent two photos of Soap holding her black thong. He had the thong resting on his hardened dick and she could see some white liquid on the black thong.

Y/n: *Is that your cum?*

Soap: *DUH!*

She looked at the other one and saw him holding it in his mouth, he was shirtless meaning...he jerked off on her thong.

Y/n: *SOAP THOSE WERE NEW!*

Soap: *Oh, I know, love, but goddamn all I could think about was you in this thong, looking absolutely sexy*

She rolls her eyes and thought she should send some back. One of her showing off her butt in another pair of underwear in Soap's shirt.

Another where she stood in front of her full body mirror lifting the shirt exposing her panties and her hips being tightening by the panties.

Another one with the shirt off and panties off.

Soap: *GODDAMN! New photos to jerk off to*

Y/n could feel his smirk from a far away and could feel him already jerking off. She placed her phone down getting her clothes back on and laid on her bed.

[sunnyie-eve]

12 | Accepting

Series: A Zombie's Serenity 

Paring: Zed Necrodopolis x OFC Buchanan!

Word Count: 1.5k

A/N: Might be a few mistakes, and I'm using Brenna D'Amico as how the OC's looks

| MASTERLIST |

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All morning before leaving for school, Bucky wouldn't shut up about winning the election against Zed. "Okay, can you shut up about it now? You won, woohoo." I snap while I eat breakfast. 

"You're just mad your monster didn't win because he zombied out." He baby talks me as he heads to he front door. 

"And he would have won if he didn't!" I shout as he leaves. 

"You know how your brother is... just ignore him." Mom tells me and something catches my eye. 

"Your hair..." I get up from my seat. 

"Oh, yeah. Someone helped me to stop hiding it." She gives me a smile. 

"Why didn't you ever tell me?" I look at her hair that was just like mine, actually the exact same as mine. 

"I never felt confident or comfortable but watching you since you started showing it off started to make me think about it." She tells me so I give her a big hug. "Now get out of here and get to school." She shoves me off of her as our doorbell rang. "I'll get it. You get your bag and put your bowl in the sink." She leaves the room and I do what she said to do. "Oh, Zed." I hear her say making me do it fast. 

"You have hair just like Serenity too?" He points it out. 

"I do. I hid it my whole life until now. Serenity, taught me that I should be comfortable in something that means me." She give him a smile. 

"We better get going to school like you told me to." I kiss her cheek then take Zed's hand into mine. "

Have a good day. And Zed remember you're welcome over whenever you feel like it. If Bucky says thing, I'll just send him to his room." She makes him laugh and say okay as we leave.

"You didn't tell me she had hair like you." Zed looks down at me. 

"I didn't know. Like she said, she hid it her whole life." I laugh as we walk. 

"Have you talked to Addison?" He brings her up. 

"Nope. Do you think I was too harsh yesterday?" I stop walking to ask him. 

"I personally don't think it matters if you were or weren't because you were letting your feelings out you seem to have bottled up. Just remember you are special to some people. Especially to me." He kisses the top of my head. 

"Let's just get to school." I laugh and we walk to school hand in hand.

"Attention, everyone. This is you new president, Bucky reminding you that the Prawn is tomorrow night." Bucky says over the PA. 

"As you know, with the anti-monster laws still in place, this is a human only event." Principal Lee adds. 

"Why exactly are the laws still in place? Aunt Missy put them back because everyone was scared of the werewolves attacking... then they come to school and do other things but they never got rid of them." I complain as we get to school. 

"You have a point. Are you going?" He asks me. 

"I already told you no. I don't care about dances. Plus I'd rather spend the night with you at home." I squeeze his hand with a smile.

The day went by fast and anytime Addison and I were near each other you could feel the tension. We tried our best to ignore each other and we did a good job till we had to pair up together. The teacher wasn't exactly happy that we didn't discuss the topic we were on in class. Our conversation had about less than five sentences. 

As soon as the bell rang we split apart not wanting to be near each other. I get a text from my mom telling me to tell Zed that he's invited to dinner tonight. He slightly startles me when he pops up next to me at my locker, "My mom said your invited to dinner tonight." I tell him and his eyes widen. 

"Wait, really?" He asks so I show him the text. "What am I going to wear? How much crap is Bucky going to talk? Is your dad okay with this?" He starts to rant. 

"Zed, wear what you normally wear. You don't have to impress anyone. My parents like you. Just be yourself and they'll like you even more. So no pretending to be someone you're not." I poke his chest.

When I get home I tell my mom Zed said he'll come over later when it's closer to dinner time. "That's great. I even went down to Zombietown earlier to get some food just for him so he'll feel at home." She smiles as I take a seat at the island. 

"You scare me lately. You know that." I laugh at her. 

"How so?" She starts to work on dinner. 

"You went from hating zombies strongly to making a special meal for one you invited over for dinner." I say causing her to turn around. 

"And I was wrong because they aren't as bad as I thought. Plus Zed is such a sweet handsome boy. Not to mention he stole my daughter's heart." She gives me a sweet smile. 

"You sure it's wasn't his quick wit and charming smile?" I laugh. 

"His smile is charming... I understand why you feel for him as soon as you saw him."

"Actually when I first met him I didn't see him because it was dark in the zombie safe room. Then the lights came on and Addison punched him in the face." I let her know. 

"Speaking of Addison... I heard you two were at it yesterday? What happened?" She asks with her back towards me. 

"Long story short she was trying to become a werewolf. Zed stole her necklace that would turn her into if she was one. She got mad at me because I knew he took it and I wasn't going to tell her. I told her it wasn't my place and that I told Zed, he knows what he has to do. Then I snapped telling her she's obsessed with her hair wanting it to mean something special. Unlike me who doesn't care and know it has no special meaning. She can't live with the thought that it has no special meaning. She constantly whines about not feeling like she belong, not having her own little pack, when she have so many people who care and love her for who she is." I explain in a mono tone making her turn to face me.

"Her response was I can't see myself or understand myself yet I say I'm nothing special or important but I'm okay with that. Then she adds she knows why because of the constant reminder in my head telling me, grandma said she's more special. I hate the fact that I don't know why she said that. So I have no choice but to see myself as nothing and pretend I'm okay with that." I roll my eyes. 

"Grandma Angie told you Addison was more special?" She tilts her head. 

"Yep, and it's been burned into my brain." I nod my head. 

"Growing up she told me Missy was more special than me. She told me when you were born she was disappointed that we both got brown hair with our white. Said we won't have the spark... whatever that meant." She walks over to stand next to me and touch my hair.

"Then does our hair actually mean something? Then what?" I ask confused watching her face. 

"Said I didn't need to worry about it." She forces a smile and I could tell she was keeping something but I let it go. 

As she goes back to making dinner I head upstairs to my room. As I was working on some things for class, Bucky comes into my room with a big smile across his face. "What?" I whine. 

"I thought I'd be nice and keep one of each for you." He pulls out a poster, and a bangers of the, Zed for prez, he made to make him look like a monster. "I know you like your monster so I saved it for you." He puts them on my bed. I decided to keep that Zed was coming over for dinner so he would be surprised. "Now I have to work on president things." He chuckles leaving my room.

I have no clue where he thinks I can put this big banner because it was long than the length of the wall. I fold it up and put in in a box and put the standing banner in a corner of my room. I go over to bag and pull out the crumbled poster to look off the wall yesterday. I smooth is out the best I could then put it up on my wall. I did hate when he tries to make himself look normal but I mean he was running to make change.

[grimpapuff-love-country-bear]

[ID: The picture of the story from GrimPapuff on Instagram, and the emojis' design is Apple. The top pop-up has the title that reads, "Hand me a question, twit", followed by the emoji gun. The text below reads, "What made you like Romeo?", followed by an eye emoji. The white frame against the rainbow background, and the text in the serif reads, "You get the infodump from me [Emoticon of smile] If I recollect. When I was in Dinosaucers (the 80s cartoon of space anthro dinosaurs meet with human teenagers to against the red antagonist), my friend (Hi Freddy [Emoji of waving hand]) mentioned Country Bear Jamboree as one of his special interests; I then check the preview of bears and watch the video, which I look their 2010 version since it was on the top video, so you can say that I got the different impression of them compared to right now (though, he did show me the image of Gomer in Vacation Hoedown, which I thought he looks so chill & cute!); so I weren't thinkin' 'bout them that much. Until then in January 2025, I thought 'bout drawin' Gomer since he likes him (me too!) so then I look the image reference from only wiki 'n' google, I'm became more interested in Country Bear Jamboree due to bears actually look adorable, their backstory, 'n' the seasonal shows; that's when I'm fallin' in love with Romeo McGrowl (back in my day, I too refer his old name like everyone, 'till I ponder for how that weird looks, 'Cause to me, it looks morel ike causal racism, honestly); cause of his voice ('till this day, the Musical Show made me fangirl every time I listen to his cover! [Emoji of face with peeking eye]) 'n' dress, also 'cause of his dad bod 'n' fat ass [Emoji of drooling face] So when I dig in the wiki again, DeviantArt (not really main thing reaosn), Tumblr, 'n' Instagram since that I found out that I have been followin' to his old account (also the reason why I'm more active on Instagram); the things what made me more love him is that he love to eat home cookin', the reason he doesn't have his dressin' room so that the Sun Bonnets could have their room in seprate, 'n' his interact with Oscar in more so father-son (or uncle-nephew, the one art with Romeo and Oscar on the surf is my favourite! Though, I wish there's the art of Sun Bonnets interact with Romeo, which is also the one of the reason for why I love Henry) So in short summary; I love him in special way 'cause he's big old man with a talent for music that loves home ocokin', good at whittlin', 'n' be kind-hearted person", followed by an emoji of bears and two hearts. The word "preview" is mistakenly spelled as "previous". End ID.]

Share with you guys why I love Romeo McGrowl so much, with how I got here <3 [Emoticon of heart]

[denimjacketgf]

i am playing temporary babysitter to a kitty convict. in other words, there is a kitten in my room for a few hours. i am so goddamn elated right now

[imthebadguyyy]

A/N - based off of this sinful photograph

Suggested listening - Wildside by Normani and Kiss It Better by Rihanna

Wildside

Pairing - Lewis Hamilton x Reader (fem!littlemix!reader)

Fandom - F1

Summary - You've been on tour for a while, and you miss your loverboy. But when he surprises you on tour, its bound to get spicy.

Warnings - smut (not well written)

The snap of hips. The soft groans and moans. The sound of pants. The sound of Rihanna's 'Kiss It Better' blaring through the walls. The bed knocking against the wall as Lewis's hands squeezed your hips, the intensity of the thrust pushing the bed against the wall. The high pitched moan that left your mouth as you reached your high, eyes closing as stars exploded behind your eyelids, as your boyfriend came right after you, your walls clenching as he came. Even after reaching your high, you didn't want to open your eyes, far too consumed in the earth shattering pleasure that was coursing through your veins, until a soft hand reached to pull your chin up, soft brown eyes looking into your own, clouded with lust and euphoria.

Pulling your mouth into his in a heated kiss, Lewis moved his hand to rest on your bare stomach, squeezing your tummy softly as he deepened the kiss. Pulling away he let his head droop onto your bare chest. "That was.." he began, far too blissed out to think of an adjective. "Godly" you said, chest rising and falling rapidly, trying to come to terms with the intensity of your orgasm. Laughing he leaned back up to kiss your nose, before standing up and walking to the bathroom. You heard the tap running, and the sound of the dustbin opening and closing. You closed your eyes again, the aftershocks still coursing through your body.

Opening them again slowly, you saw Lewis walk towards you, towel in hand, and a lazy smile on his face. He gently cleaned your thighs, finishing with kisses on both of them. He reached up and wiped your torso, which was gleaming with a thin layer of sweat, before running the towel over your nose, cheeks, eyes and mouth. He dropped the towel in the clothes hamper near the bathroom door, pulling on his boxer shorts and and pulling out one of his t shirts from the cupboard. "What about the clothes on the floor" you piped up, finally beginning to wake up from your post pleasure state. "When did it get so messy?" He said, spotting 5 different clothing items in 5 different corners of the room. "When you decided to run your hand up my dress in a restraunt" you replied, throwing him a fake glare.

"You liked it" was his cocky reply, smirk spreading over his face as you flushed and ran a hand through your hair. "I did not" you lied, watching as he raised his eyebrows. "Oh really ? Thats not what you were saying 5 minutes ago- oh wait, you weren't saying anything at all. You were too busy moaning my name to say anything else-" "OKAY fine I loved it. Now shut up and bring your fine ass back for cuddles"

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That was a month ago. Now you've been away for nearly one and half months, away with the girls on the LM5 tour. You loved touring, it was the best part of being a singer, getting to see the music you girls made together come to life on a stage in front of thousands and thousands of screaming fans. It was a thrill like no other. The only problem was that you were away from home. Distance was never an issue for the two of you, after all, he was a Formula 1 driver. It was very rare that he was home, except during the breaks and the gaps till race weekend, but ever since you two had started dating, he tried to be with you whenever you could. Sometimes, your shows would be in places where the races were too, and then he'd definitely turn up. But it was a difficult thing to do all the time, and some nights on tour were spent pulling all nighters as you talked to each other on the phone, till one of you eventually fell asleep.

But you knew when you started dating him, this wouldn't exactly be a regular relationship. The two of you were doing your dream jobs, and they were both extraordinary. And you were willing to put in the work you had to put in to make the relationship work, and you did. Yet here you were in Madrid, feeling heartbroken and desperately wanting your boyfriend by your side. It had been a rough couple of weeks, you were jet lagged and tired, and although this was the second leg of the tour, and you had had a break, it was tiring. It was hard going to bed every night alone, when all you wanted was to cuddle your boyfriend.

Little did you know, Lewis was feeling the same. In fact he had missed you so much, he had told Angela and his publicist to cancel all events for a week, while he flew out to Madrid to see you. He had missed you, he had missed you more than he could put into words. But he also wanted to surprise you. Pulling out his phone, he scrolled down to Leigh Anne's contact, and sent her a text.

Lewis, Leigh Anne

Hey. Is Y/N asleep ?

Hey! No, she's in an outfit fitting.

Okay that's good. I need your help with something.

Sure how can I help ?

I want to surprise her by coming to see you guys in Madrid.

Oh thats wonderful ! She's been a little down in the dumps. I think she misses you.

I miss her too.

Let me know when, and I'll send a car to pick you up.

I'll be there on Saturday. Landing at 3:15 and I should be at the hotel by 4:30. Then I can get ready and surprise her at the show.

Okay done. I'll send the car around 5:30,so you can rest for a bit. You should be here by 6. The show's at 6:15.

Thank you! Can't wait : )

I'm so happy youre coming to see her ! I'll let the girls know.

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As soon as he had finished texting, Lewis decided to start packing, the prospect of seeing you again sending a buzz of happiness running along his veins. God, he had missed you a lot. He turned to Roscoe, the dog sitting by his feet, looking up at his dad with his head cocked to one side. "I'm going to go see Mumma, Roscoe" he explained, smiling as the doggo barked in response. He wouldn't be able to take him to Madrid, he'd have to leave him with a dog sitter, but he couldn't feel too bad about it, since he had had Roscoe with him even when you were gone. And besides, Roscoe enjoyed the dog creche. He couldn't wait for Saturday.

Later in the evening, he sat down with a glass of wine, while the ringtone of your FaceTime rang through the empty house. After a few more seconds of ringing, the call was picked up, your tired face coming into view. "Hi darling" he said, noticing the tiredness in your eyes, and how much you were struggling to keep them open. "Hi bubs. Did you finish eating?" You asked, rubbing your eyes. "No, I've ordered soup" (did anyone get the reference ;) "Oh okay" was the reply. "What about you? What time is it?" "Its 9:20 AM" you replied, gently rubbing your eyes again, forcing yourself to stay awake.

"9:20? Thats pretty late baby. Why are you still sleepy?" "We were recording till 4 AM, so Im functioning on like 5 hours sleep right now" "Oh damn. Go back to sleep then baby" "Can't, rehearsal" was you reply, making him furrow his eyebrows. "Okay I guess. But don't tire yourself out" "I won't" "I love you" he said, smiling at you. "I love you"

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The Madrid show was always a fun one. The fans were loud and you loved it. They were one of the best crowds you girls ever played for, and the show had its own adrenaline and excitement. But it was difficult to give a 100% when you were tired, but you really tried, you did. During Power, you hit highnotes you didnt think you could, during Woman Like Me you danced like there was no tomorrow. During Wasabi, you brought your sass level up to a 1000. It was during Bounce Back that you caught sight of a very familiar face in the audience. Unable to actually grasp if you had actually seen Lewis, you turned to Jade, who was on your side, and looked back at the crowd and back to her, asking for confirmation.

The smirk she gave you was answer enough. After that, focusing on giving an excellent performance increased tenfold. Every swirl of your hips, every flip of your hair, every wink you threw at the audience, it was all five times sexier. In the crowd, your boyfriend was well aware of what you were doing, and it was fair to say that you were succeeding at it. He could feel an uncomfortable sensation around his pants region, as his cock twitched uncomfortably in his pants. He couldn't wait till the show was over, and you two could have a show of your own.

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"That was amazing darling!" Lewis said, spotting the 5 of you in your dressing room. "Oh look its Mr. Loverboy!" Perrie said, cackling as you rolled your eyes at her, before running up to your lover and jumping into his arms. "Hiya Bub! I missed you!" "I missed you too love. That's why I surprised you. I couldn't stand another day without you at home" he said, wrapping his arms around your waist to keep you stable as you jumped into his arms. A chorus of "awws" echoed throughout the room, as the girls watched your cute little interaction. What wasn't cute however was the comment Lewis made in your ear, hiding his face in your ear so that the girls couldn't see. "I can't wait to get back to the hotel. I saw the performance you were putting on for me baby. You have no idea how hard I got, how uncomfortable I was standing in front of so many people when all I really wanted to do was fuck you"

You could feel your mouth become dry, and your heartbeat quicken, and you could feel the area between your thighs become wet. You tightened your grip around him, letting your crotch rub against his very softly. "I think it's time to go" you mumbled against his ear. "Okay girls, as lovely as it was to see you, I think it's time we go back to the hotel. I'm pretty worn out from travelling as well" "Yeah I'm pretty tired too" you replied, faking a large yawn. "Alright then, we'll see you guys tomorrow!" Leigh Anne said, leaning forward to give you a hug. After you finished hugging all the girls, the two of you made your way to the car, eagerly waiting to get back home.

The car ride home was tense. The tension was apparent in the air, reverberating through the air, choking you in a way you revelled in. The air was thick with tension, and it was suffocating you in the best way possible. It was almost too much to take. When the hotel came into sight, you practically leapt out of the car, and rushed to the door, an equally ruffled Lewis beside you. But he was not going to give in to you so easily. He enjoyed seeing you flustered. And he was not a person that gave someone what they wanted when they asked for it,no. He was going to have you desperate for it. Smirking to himself, he made his way to the reception, grabbing you by the waist as he went.

Throwing him a confused look you followed, slightly frustrated. "Hello sir, how can I help you?" the man at the reception asked, eyes going slightly wide as he recognized the two of you. "Hi! I just wanted to ask, till what time is your pool and spa open?" He asked, sliding his hand down to the back of your dress. "The pool closes at 10 pm sir, and the spa at 9 pm. We open the pool at 7 am and the spa at 11pm"he replied, struggling to maintain his professionalism as he spoke to one of the best drivers in Formula 1. "Alright thank you. And what time does breakfast start?" Lewis asked, hand pressing down on your ass, ever so discreetly. "Breakfast is from 6-10 am sir" "Thank you so much"

Next to him, you were fuming. Of course he was going to ask questions to which he already knew the answers to. A painful throb between your legs made you let out a small whimper, and the man at the reception looked at you with concern in his eyes. "Ma'am are you alright?" He asked, eyeing your stiff posture and tense state. "Yes, just tired, thank you" you replied, a little stiffly, but it was hard to concentrate when Lewis's promise of fucking you senseless kept replaying in your mind. "Alright then, good night" Lewis said, biting back a smirk at your flustered state. He knew getting you all riled up would lead to some seriously earth shattering sex, and he couldn't wait. But first, he definitely wanted to tease you, to push you over the edge, just a little more.

Your room was on the 16th floor, and as the two of you made your way into the elevator, he eyed you up and down, eyes lingering on the curve of your breasts. The minute the door shut, he pushed you against the wall, capturing your lips in a steamy kiss you'd be remembering the next day. His hands moved to your ass, squeezing hard, eliciting a moan from your lips. The moment your lips parted, he was pushing his tongue into yours, his other hand coming up to pull on your hair roughly, relishing in the gasp that left your lips. As suddenly as he started, he stopped, pulling back and standing almost nonchalantly against the wall.

Trying to wrap your head around what happened, you gripped the wall with your hand, feeling your legs grow weak to a point where you felt like you couldn't stand on your own. You could feel your wetness dripping, threatening to run down your thighs, as the throbbing became even more painfully exciting. You looked down at the floor, eyes closing as your frustration grew more and more by the second. Finally, with a little 'ding', the elevator stopped at the 16th floor. The moment the door opened you stepped out on wobbly legs, trying your best to walk properly. But of course, that wasn't going to happen. As you turned one long corridor, Lewis suddenly grabbed your waist, pushing you against the wall again, to reach down and suck on your neck. You let out a gasp, and tried to run your crotch against his, but the retaliated with a slap to your ass, smirking when a high pitched moan left your lips. Lifting you up against the wall, he mumbled against your ear "the key card" your clouded mind was unable to process the words, too consumed by slight relief you were getting. "Get the key card baby" he repeated. This time you noted it, reaching down to his pants pocket to pull out the key card. You couldn't resist running your hand over his cock, feeling how rock hard he was. The thought of him fucking you senseless returned, and you let out a groan.

Grabbing the card from your hand, he opened the door, propping you up against the door in your bedroom. His eyes were filled with a raw, animal desire, as he dropped the card on the floor and reached up to unzip your dress. He ripped the zipper down, your dress falling to the floor in a crumpled heap. He locked his eyes on your heaving chest, hand reaching up to grab your chin, pulling you in for a searing kiss. His hand slid up your torso, reaching behind to unhook the red lacy bra you were wearing, letting it drop to the floor as he took in the glorious sight in front of him. You waited, wanting him to just touch you, but he just stared, eyes looking into yours, clearly saying "beg for it"

You couldn't help the soft "please" that left your lips, too desperate for some sort of touch. "Please what?' Lewis said, tightening his grip on your waist. "Please" was all you could say again, nearly whimpering again at the rough look in his eyes. "Use your words baby. Now, please what?" "Please just touch me!" You finally gasped out, moaning loudly when he licked a stripe down your chest before taking your right tit into his mouth. His hand fondled the left one, running his thumb over your erect nipple, the rough pad of his thumb sending shockwaves of pleasure through your body. His mouth sucked on the skin of your tit, before moving down to bite down on your nipple. You gasped again, pain and pleasure coursing through your body as his tongue ran over your nipple over and over till it nearly felt raw. He switched his actions, moving his mouth to your left tit instead, letting his hand harshly fondle the other. He continued the same process of biting, licking and sucking, till he was satisfied with himself. "I fucking love this baby. Seeing you all wet and needy for me. So what do you want? My mouth? My fingers? My cock? Or does my baby want them all ?" He asked, watching as your pupils dilated and you let out a strangled moan.

You let your crotch rub against his thigh, gasping when the friction went straight to your core. "Look at you darling. I asked you what you what you wanted, and you picked my thighs? Well, I want to see you dripping. I want to see you cum on my fingers, my mouth, my thighs and especially on my cock. I'm going to make you cum over and over and over again till you can't even stand on your own fucking legs. I want your thighs to be shaking around my head. I want to see you moan and groan and scream my name so loud, by tomorrow everyone in this hotel will know my name, because you'll spend all night screaming it" you moaned again, his words going straight to your core."Please Lewis, God, just make me cum please!" The desperation of your cry was enough for him to carry you to the bed, dropping your body onto the soft mattress.

He pulled of shirt, unbuttoning every button so you could see him do it. He could see your eyes grow dark, as his compass tattoo came into sight. You had told him it was one of your favourites, and he had used it against you ever since you had told him that. Smirking at you, he climbed onto the bed, lying down between your legs. You pushed yourself up against the headboard, spreading your legs wide for him. His eyes grew dark, as your core came into his view, shimmering with your juices. A near animalistic growl left his mouth, the sound hitting your core. He moved so that he was situated right in front of your core. He let his eyes take in the sight of you in front of him, snapping back to reality when you let out a groan of frustration. Throwing you a devilishly reassuring smile, he inched neared and nearer, till his nose was nearly touching your clit. Then he just lay there. Not moving. You could feel your heartbeat hammering against your chest, chest heaving up and down, an alarming intense feeling growing in your tummy. Finally, when it became too much you let out a small scream of frustration "Oh for fucks sake Lewis please just fuck me!" Your outburst brought a smile to his face. "Oh I will. Just not yet" and with that, he ran a finger along your slit, before finally slipping it into you. You let out a moan, finally getting the friction you had been desperate for. His fingers circled your clit, thumb gently pressing down, before he removed it,only to slam it back down on your sensitive clit, earning a scream of pleasure from you.

He slipped a second finger into you, scissoring around your clit, as your desperate cries of "oh, oh baby! Fuck, fuck lewis-" were lost in the heat of the moment. He leaned his head down to your core, letting his tongue run along your slit too, before licking around it, collecting your wetness on his tongue, before letting it harshly circle your clit. You bucked up into his mouth, feeling his tongue wrap around your clit. He sucked the nub harshly, his fingers still moving in and out of you. "Oh God, Oh GOD, Lew-I- oh! Oh God!" Your broken moans were music to his ears as he sucked your clit into his mouth. You could feel a strange intensity growing in your stomach, feeling a lot stronger than your usual orgasm. The band in your tummy was threatening to snap, but you needed that something more to help it snap. That something more came when Lewis sucked your clit into his mouth, letting it rest in between his teeth, before flicking it with his tongue.

With a cry of "Oh fucking hell, Lew-" you camr gushing into his mouth, your juices coating his fingers and gushing onto his tongue, as he let you ride out your orgasm on his deadly skilled tongue. Well, he had got his wish. Your thighs were shaking around his head, as your body tried to come to terms with the intensity of the pleasure coursing through your body. Looking down, you saw him with his painfully hard cock, grinding down on the sheet, as he let out a moan at the relief the bedsheets gave him. Raising an eyebrow, you patted your thigh, signaling him to come over to you. "You loved on me so well bubs. But I can see how hard you are. Do you want to use me to get off?" You asked, watching the effect you had on him. All he could do was nod, as you sat up on your knees. "Stand up" you ordered, getting up from the bed as well.

You walked over to the wall, letting your body rest against it. Somewhat confused, Lewis followed you, standing in the space between your legs. "I tried to get off using your thighs didn't I? I think you'll enjoy it as much as I did. So use me. Use my thigh. Get off" looking at you in pure shock, your boyfriend moved forward, groaning when you pushed your leg against his throbbing cock. He relished in the friction, slowly beginning to move against your leg, moaning when he began to rub against your leg. He began to hump your leg faster, as the pleasure began to build up in his body, before you reached your hand down to cup his length in your hands, moaning when you realized your fingers didn't quite meet. You ran your fingers along his length. You pumped him, letting your thumb circle his sensitive tip, eliciting a soft whine from him. You circled faster, moving down to your knees, and letting your tongue run up his shaft very softly. Above you, Lewis slammed his hands against the wall, groaning when you took him into your mouth.

But a part of him still wanted to cum inside when he was fucking you (in a condom, because wrap it before you tap it) so he pulled you back up, smirking when you whined. "I know baby, but I just really wanna fuck you now. Back on the bed please, unless you want me to take you here against this wall" practically running, you clambered onto the bed. You watched as Lewis pulled out a condom, ripping the packet open before climbing back on top of you. He let his hand rest on your hip, eyes temporarily losing some of the animalistic need that had been present in them. Leaning down, he connected your lips together in a kiss, a searing, intense kiss that took your breath away. "Ready love?" He asked, looking into your eyes, looking to see if there was even a slight hint that you didn't want this. But you did.

With a sudden jolt, he thrust himself into you, groaning when your warm walls clamped down on him. His hips thrust into you, starting off slow, letting you adjust to his massive length. "My sweet baby,taking me so well. Does it feel good?" You couldn't even respond, mouth agape, as his the pace of his thrusts increased. "Answer me" he said, suddenly stopping. Almost crying out at the loss of pleasure, you looked at him with desperation. "Yes yes, fuck it feels so good, please don't stop!" "Thats all you had to say baby" he said, before pushing in again, slowly. Then, he pulled back out. Looking at him in confusion, you gasped when he slammed back into you, a high pitched moan of "Lewis!" leaving your lips. He moved so that he had a better hold of your hips, rocking the both of you back and forth, the intensity of his thrusts was so much that the bed knocked back against the wall. What he wasn't expecting was for you to take his left thumb up to your mouth, running your tongue over it before sucking on it.

Moaning, he started thrusting into you even harder, shifting so that he was directly hitting your g spot. "Oh, God ! Oh fuck, Baby that feels so good please keep going keep-oh!" The cry that left your lips was so loud, you were sure Perrie in the room next to yours had heard you. "Fuck baby, you take me so well" Lewis said, as he nearly hammered your g spot. He was so, so damn close to cumming, and when you leant up and bit a sensitive spot on his neck, he came, gushing into the guard between you two, but he wanted you to cum to, so he reached down to pinch and rub your clit, still riding out his orgasm in you, moaning when you came with a scream. He winced when your core spasmed on his sensitive cock, and he pulled out slowly, before collapsing next to you. Panting, you curled up to him, letting your hand rest on his compass tattoo. "Okay that was Godlike" you said, earning a tired laugh from your lover.

"Yeah it really was. I missed you" he said, allowing you to nuzzle into his neck, leaning down to press a kiss to your forehead. "I missed you too" you replied, kissing the tattoo. "I love you too" As you lay there together, still revelling in the moment, your phone buzzed. Reaching over to check it, you saw your groupchat with the girls flooding with messages.

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Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Y/N, I'm filing a noise complaint. 🍆

Jade ✨ - Pez 😂 let them be. It's been a while for her.

Leigh 🦋- She really got some tonight huh? 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️- LOL she did !! And it was obviously some goooood 'some' *wink wink*

Jade ✨- I could hear em too, and Im on the other end of the hall.

Leigh 🦋 - I know I did too! Must be some damn good sex. 😏

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Go Y/N !!

Jade ✨ - Can't wait till she reads this.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Are they still going?!

Leigh 🦋 - No 😂 she's reading the messages. Y/N!! Yoohoo!

You - yes I'm here 🖕🏽

Jade ✨ - Did you have fun babe 😏

You - ..... yes

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - babe you can't really say no because we heard you

You- Im not saying I didn't have fun. But you guys need to calm down.

Leigh 🦋 - But its funnn

You - okay byeeee ❤

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - Going for a round 2 😏?

You - okay I said bye.

Leigh 🦋 - she is !!

Jade ✨ - Go babe !

You - I need to leave this group.

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - No we love you !! ❤

Leigh 🦋 - Yeah don't leave us ❤

Jade ✨- Don't leave meee ! ❤

You - Haha I'd never leave you girls ❤ now bye.

Jade ✨ - bye babe !

Perrie 🧚🏻‍♀️ - bye you sexy minx 😏

Leigh - bye hun 💙

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Smiling to yourself, you put your phone away, to see Lewis looking at you with a raised eyebrow. "Who was it?" "Just the girls" you said, cuddling back up to him. "What did they say?" Giggling, you looked up to him and kissed his neck. "They said they're going to file a noise complaint. And they asked me if we were going for a round two" "Were we really that loud?" He asked, looking at you in surprise. "Yeah, even Leigh heard us and she's at the end of the hall!" "Damn" Lewis said laughing. "Well," he said, looking at you again, with a cheeky look in his eye, "they were right about one thing" "And what is that?" You asked, smiling at him mischievously. "We are going for a round two"

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@maxverstappenx @grandestrategia (because you are worth it 🦋💙)

[thedepthsoffandomminds]

Part one

When two hearts collide. A Hawk Mowkawitz story.

Hawk x reader pairing - fem reader

You're an old friend of Sam's and now you're back in the Valley after six years away, moving around with your Mum.

It had been a long time since you'd been in the Valley. Six years in fact now here you were walking into a high school full of people you had once known but now didn't. You had almost no confidence as you walked down the halls clutching your chemistry book to your chest.

"Hey y/n when did you get back?" Sam stood in front of me her face plastered with a smile. You recognised her straight away.

"Oh um about two weeks ago." You answer. You walked together to home room, luckily for you she had most of the same classes as you. You had been close friends with Sam and Aishea before you moved away, at this point she was all you knew.

In the class room she introduced you to her group of friends. Mostly boys, one was her boyfriend and one had a mohawk. His sweet smile caught your eye, though it quickly turned to a cocky smirk.

You slipped into the group easily, joining in with their conversations as if you'd always been there. The vast amount of moving around had taught you to learn human patterns fast. Never leaving you out of any loop you found yourself in.

The guy with the mohawk had math with you before lunch so he made sure to walk beside you to the cafeteria. You enjoyed his silly jokes that he shared with you, though it jarred you when he so swiftly changed his behaviour once around the group. He was cocky and almost rude to other people. You saw how some other kids looked at him. Scared almost. Had you read him wrong? Was he a bully? Sam had introduced him to me as Hawk though later told me his real name was Eli. I liked his real name better than his nickname.

When school finished they invited you hang out with them at the weekend.

"Oh, y/n, do you still do karate?" Sam asked suddenly.

"Kinda, mostly just by myself. I haven't been to a dojo in, well since I left here." You replied.

"My dad opened miyagi-do up again. You should come, we're all in it." Sam said.

"Oh yeah, sounds good, I might be a bit rusty."

"We'll work out the kinks, don't worry." Hawk winked at you.

Everyone laughed before saying bye. Sam took your phone number so she could text you the dojo address. You smiled then went over to your bike, Hawk was also climbing onto his amd you wondered how he fit the mohawk into his helmet.

"Thats your bike?" He asked looking at the easy rider beside you.

"Well technically my dad's but he can't be bothered to stick around so its mine now." You say before sliding your own helmet on a d sliding the visor closed. You knew he watched you as you pulled out of the space and out of the parking lot. .

You managed to eat a few pop tarts before slipping into your gym clothes and riding your motorbike to the dojo. You parked up beside some vintage cars, admiring them for a moment.

"Hey, you came?" A voice said behind you. You turned to see the purple mohawk walking up to you.

"Yeah, thought I'd see if you're any good."

"Oh I'm good, princess. You any good?" He was grinning again.

"Ask your sensie." You reply with your own smirk, turning on your heel and walking to the dojo.

The lesson went well, Sensie LaRusso greeted you into the class cheerfully, Sensie Lawrence however gave you an annoyed glance. You didn't understand why. At first you didn't take part, opting to watch the class. Your eyes couldn't help but wonder between the students, lingering on Hawk. He had removed his Gi top, having grown hot under the bright sunlight and exercise. Eventually you worked alongside Sam refreshing your old skills till the lesson ended.

The group of friends milled around the parking lot for a minutes after the lesson, people filtering off slowly. Sam's boyfriend went home with Sensie Lawrence, and Sam with her dad. Once again you found yourself stood with Hawk beside your bikes.

"You got plans for tonight?" He asked.

"Nope, mum's working till late so just me the microwave." You reply.

"No way, let me take you out. I'll buy you dinner." Hawk insisted. Something about this guy captivated you so you agreed, though you wanted a shower first. Hawk was cool with that and said he'd pick you up in an hour. You drove home faster than you should have excited to be making actual friends again.

Part 2

[kuroos-babie]

Falling in Love with a Single Mom HCs

Sakusa x fem!Reader | Kita x fem!Reader | Tendō x fem!Reader

[ Headcanons/MiniFics ]

Request: LOVED YOUR FALLING IN LOVE WITH SINGLE MOM HCS SHAKAKAOXVAIAL MOSTLY BOKUTO’S AHDIWIXBSIAO!! CAN I REQ THEM WITH SAKUSA KITA AND TENDOU?? TYSM 🤩🤩 —anonymous

a/n: once again,,, i love these hcs so much but i feel like omi was kinda ooc im so sorry (╥﹏╥) i hope u like these still!! i really enjoyed writing these, pls do tell me what you think (~￣³￣)~

❀ he's been watching you for a while now— his team's manager

❀ everyone knew you've recently became a new mom— as well as how your child's dad went MIA a few weeks after you gave birth, left a note breaking things off with you and saying he wasn't ready to be a dad

❀ you usually had your mom or a relative take care of your baby while you went to work, but this time no one was available so you had to bring your son with you

❀ standing by the corner of the crowded cafeteria, he kept on glancing at you obviously struggling to pacify your baby

❀ he didn't like the piercing cries of the child in your arms so he decided to help you, or so he convinced himself

❀ in reality, he couldn't take seeing you so panicked anymore— it agitates him so much

❀ he was trying to remember what komori taught him about babies as he walked over to where you stood

"have you tried feeding it?" he asked nonchalantly, standing a good foot away from you as he tried to peer over your shoulder

"him" you replied, exhaustion and frustration dripping from your tone, "and yeah, i just did"

you sighed

"give me"

it wasn't everyday that sakusa offered help so you jumped at the opportunity, supporting your child's neck and back as sakusa took him, doing the same

❀ he laid the baby on his chest, gently tapping at his back

❀ after a few moments he let out a small burp the baby not sakusa skdka

❀ he handed your child back to you, now silently chewing on his hand, saying he "just needed to burp"

❀ your face felt hot, embarrassed that you had no idea

❀ sakusa just placed a hand on your head and smiled behind his mask before leaving, he knows you needed all the help you can get right now and he, albeit wordlessly, made sure you're aware that he's willing to provide that help

❀ since then he regularly drops by your apartment and helps you clean and take care of your baby saying he's just making sure there weren't any germs near the kid

❀ lets you take naps as he watch your kid— but not before taking a bath, he has spare clothes in your closet

❀ the team notices how he's always over at your place

"omi-kun you're always over at y/n's, might as well move in with her"

"if she wants me to, i don't see any problem with it" he said so casually it made you whip your head to his direction

"do you... want to?" he looked away from you without an answer, avoiding your eyes, "omi-kun do you want to move in with us?"

"i said, if you wanted to" he replied, still avoiding your gaze and cheeks tinted red

❀ you met him at the wet market; well, your daughter did

❀ you noticed her run off while you were buying ingredients for your lunch and stocking up your fridge, quickly trying to catch up to her

❀ she was giddily running around, little 3 year old legs not taking her too far before bumping into a stranger's leg

❀ falling to her bum, your daughter looked up to see brown eyes looking down at her

"i'm sorry, are you alright?"

he helped the child up, holding her steady as he dusted off her bottom

by the time you caught up with the both of them, he already had your daughter in his arms, asking her where her mom was with a smile

"there she is!" she said with a giggle

"baby, what did i tell you about running off on your own?" you scolded her with a tired smile as kita handed her over to you, thanking him kindly

❀ after that encounter, he started to notice you more and more; in the wet market, around the neighbourhood, and in the topics of local grannies

❀ you moved in recently, shortly after your daughter's dad bailed out on the both of you, leaving you to raise her alone; or so he's heard

❀ he would always give you a soft smile and an acknowledging nod whenever you two see each other

❀ it wasn't until his grandmother asked him to bring over some vegetables to your house that he had the chance to have an actual conversation with you

"gran wanted you to have this"

"oh thank you very much", you beamed at him while taking the basket, "do you maybe want to come inside? i'll prepare some tea"

he was about to decline the offer, but the joyful look on your child's face the moment she sees kita convinced him to do otherwise

❀ the two of you talked over tea and snacks while your daughter sat on his lap, playing with his large hand

❀ you couldn't help but smile at the both of them, your daughter never one to be this playful with others, kita didn't seem too bothered either

❀ time passed and kita needed to go back home, much to your daughter's dismay

❀ he didn't want to upset your kid too much so it was decided he'll come back soon to play with her

❀ it became a regular thing for kita to stop by your house on his way home from the fields— spending time with you and your daughter slowly becoming routine

❀ he adored your child's little giggles and the way she insisted having him wear the flower crown she made, glancing at you to see you laughing at the sight had him imagining what life would've been like with the two of you

❀ till he realized he was already living that life— looking forward to seeing you both after a hard day of work at the fields, being greeted by warm smiles and a hug, eating dinner together and sharing laughter

❀ it seems like granny wouldn't have to wait too long for a grandchild

❀ he noticed your 2 year old boy looking—staring, at him from across the restaurant he was having lunch at

❀ so of course he decided to make faces in an attempt to make him laugh

❀ he wiggled his eyebrows at the toddler, waving his hands and cooing— though he wasn't sure if the baby even hears him

❀ the boy decided that tendō pulling at his ears and sticking his tongue out was a winner, letting out a short giggle

❀ you had your back to tendō so you were surprised to see your child laughing when you looked up from your meal

❀ turning around to see tendō making the silliest face, you couldn't help but laugh as well, your son finding it absolutely hilarious and is squealing in delight

❀ tendō's face heated up in embarrassment from being caught but he laughed along nonetheless, shaking his head as you waved your son's tiny hands at him and mouthing 'hello'

❀ he thought you two were adorable so he decided to come up to your table

"you babysitting your nephew? or is that your baby brother?"

you chuckled at him, "he's my son"

"oh"

the redhead's brain buffered for a few moments, "i should get going then, don't wanna offend someone" he laughed awkwardly, hand scratching at his nape

"oh no, it's fine. you're not offending anyone" his eyebrows raised at your reply's implication, "mind taking a seat? my baby seem to like you"

"your baby has great taste" tendō smirked as he slid to the seat opposite yours

"so it seems" you said with a tone that sent a blush straight to his cheeks

❀ the afternoon ended with your number saved on tendō's phone under the name cute baby('s) momma🥺

❀ he texts and calls All The Time; asking how your kid is doing and wanting to see the both of you

❀ after a while of talking and going out, you asked him if he wanted to come over to your place for a visit and he was simply ✨ecstatic✨

❀ spent the whole afternoon crawling around your living room chasing your son, squeals and giggles echoing throughout your house

❀ you've never seen your son be this comfortable with anyone that isn't you and you're just grateful that tendō adores your child as much as your child adores him

❀ when tendō walked up to you— your son in his arms, sleeping soundly on his shoulder, you offered to take the child but he refused and opted to pull you close with his free hand

❀ he leaned against the kitchen counter, both you and your son in his arms as you asked him in a whisper, "can you stay?"

❀ understanding what you meant was more than staying for the night, he answered with a definite "for as long as you want to, of course" before pressing a kiss on your temple

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𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓲𝓮 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓲 ❁ 𝓫𝓾𝓬𝓴𝔂 𝓫𝓪𝓻𝓷𝓮𝓼

chapter eighteen • a/n: last chapter folks- wanna thank all those who interacted/read it, I hope you enjoyed it! ♡ gonna miss these fools, ngl • wordcount: 2k • warnings: nothing but fluff. Parenthood. Babies. Kids.

summary

going through  rough years after losing your husband, you try to raise your daughter the best you can. With the help from the wilson's you make the best of it but the road is bumpy when sam introduces you to his friend.

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His hands are warmer and maybe even bigger as his fingers are intertwined with yours, gently swaying back and forth, his thumb rubbing the back of your hand or a light squeeze to remind you he's still there. 

a few steps ahead, rosie groans, huffs and puffs as she pushes the stroller the best she can. Talking to her little brother who gurgles back just as much. 

"You're really heavy!" 

a soft pink, round handbag with minnie mouse printed on the front hangs loosely in Steve's other hand. Handed to him seconds after leaving the restaurant by Rosie herself as she offered to push her little brother back home. A heavy diaper bag he'd taken off the stroller to take away some weight, hangs of his shoulder– you told him you could carry one of the two but Steve being Steve, refused your offer and instead clamped his hand in yours.

A day out planned by the man walking next to you. A day with the four of you, letting Rosie and JJ get used to Steve being around for more than the two hours every night before getting tucked in. That Steve wasn't just a friend anymore– though Rosie 'just knew' when you told her Steve was more than a friend, a special friend. 

'I don't kiss my friends like that' 

Rosie didn't mind, or at least you think. She was good with everyone, stranger or not. Opening up to Steve wasn't a problem, becoming friends with Steve came easy for the girl. 

And bucky, bucky would always be dad.

'Now I have three daddies. My real daddy, my normal daddy and steve.' 

And though you never intended to let Steve in your life so quickly, it became serious pretty fast. 

Delicately glueing back each other's pieces left of a broken heart; giving solace, a shoulder to cry on and someone to hold. Steve and you never intended to become this, you were just friends, used-to-be-coworkers. It happened. Bucky no longer floating through your head every other minute or feeling that ache in your chest– just you and Steve and for now after the heartbreak Bucky caused you could in all honesty say that Steve Rogers treated you better than anyone ever did.

The stroller comes to a halt when Rosie stills in front of the apartment block. She let's go of the stroller and places both hands on her sides, bright yellow sunglasses resting on the bridge of her nose, she sighs heavily. 

"That was heavy." 

You and Steve chuckle at Rosie her stance as if an old man admiring his self-built furniture, sarcasm dripping from her body yet as innocent as can be. 

"I bet it was, kid." 

"Yes, JJ eats too much." 

"Says the girl who ate all my fries." 

Letting go of your hand, Steve hands Rosie back her own bag which she happily takes– slipping the diaper bag from his shoulder, you wrap your hand around it and carefully toss it over your own. Hand digging in to find your keys. Taking the few steps up the building, you push open the door and watch how Steve casually carries the stroller and JJ up the steps and follows Rosie in the building.

The walk to the elevator is short, the three of you and the stroller packed tight in the small space– you stay quiet, watching the interaction between Rosie and Steve, your heart grows ten times its size. You thank the gods above for giving you all these amazing men in your life, even if they broke your heart in different ways- teaching you the ways of life, giving the best things to ever exist, trusting you, caring about you..loving you.

Riley, your first real love. The one that changed your life forever. Teaching the ropes of this crazy thing called adult life. Be the calm to your chaos. Showed you love like you'd never had before– sure enough about it all to put a ring around your finger and giving you the most important job of them all; be a mother to a beautiful, funny and feisty daughter. Riley who gave you real heartbreak, leaving an empty hole in your heart and took a piece of your soul with him

Sam who stood by your side through it all. Going through the process together of losing a spouse and partner on the field. Your shoulder to lean on when things got rough, a friend of your man turned into your best friend– showing you the meaning of family by letting you into his own.

Bucky who stole your heart so fast, you never had a chance to let it settle– a wild man willing to wait. A wild man who showed you that life after Riley could be something beautiful; taught you how to love again, brought you back to life and gave you the gift you call your son, gave Rosie a father figure. Bucky the best mistake you'd ever made in your life.

And maybe all these men were needed to get you with the one. Without Riley no Sam and without Sam no Bucky, and you'd never have met Steve if you didn't move to Brooklyn. All these men lead you to him.

Steve. The man who picked up the pieces and put them back together– the man you so desperately needed in your life. The calm that Riley once gave you and the wild and silly bucky once showed. The one for real this time.

Even if things didn't go your way, men changing every chapter of your book– life was pretty amazing. 

Steve must've seen the slight wobble of your chin and your eyes filling with tears. His firm hand back into yours, you look up to meet his blues, you shoot him a tight lipped smile.

"Mommy, why are you crying?" 

You inhale deeply, quickly wiping away the tears that have made their way down your cheeks and not trusting your own voice, you smile at your daughter but shrug. 

"You know what I think?" Steve quips, the hand that's intertwined with yours now snaking around your waist to pull you ever closer into his side "I think mom's just really happy." 

Rosie nods unsure but gives a toothy grin "then I'm happy too, then we're all happy." 

"Then we're all happy." 

He reads you like an open book, something you got to love and hate over the last few weeks. Nitpicking little flaws to get under your skin or be the biggest sap whenever you're feeling down; he knows you like the back of his hand. 

"This is so stupid," you breath out a shaky chuckle "Jesus, I'm crying in an elevator–" 

"It's not stupid," Steve reassures "we're all just very happy, right?" 

"Yeah." You nod. 

Squeezing your side, Steve let's you know he's there and plants a kiss to your temple before resting his chin upon your head.

"I love you, sweetheart." 

Bucky can't quite believe it himself; just a month ago he labeled Steve Rogers as his arch enemy and wish bad things upon the blonde and now, now bucky hopes and wishes the blonde would treat you better than anyone else– welcomed Steve into the mess. 

At ease, okay, alright but above all grateful. You didn't kick him out of your life or that of his kids– you wouldn't be the first mother to do such a thing, he's seen it on TV multiple times. Bucky's grateful that you and him still were a thing just not the same. Parents of your kids, friends.

Though jealousy would strike once in a while and he reminded himself of the mistake he'd made, It was good this way.

Big helium balloons in the shape of letters and numbers float above the table shoved against the wall, reading 'JJ 1 YEAR'. Silver birthday garlands hanging from ceilings along the baby blue and white balloons– table filled with snacks, gifts and drinks. Cramped in your apartment but done together– texting back and forth, nights of planning brought you all here, JJ his first birthday.

Friends and family here to celebrate something the two of you made from love.

Bucky leans against the kitchen bar, one hand tucked deep into the pocket of his jeans and the other wrapped around a bottle of beer. Eyes upon the small crowd gathered and lands on Steve, barely on his knees next to a side table, small plastic tiara on his head as Rosie applies makeup on the guy's face from the set she'd just got as a gift from uncle Sam.

Bucky smiles, at least you picked a child magnet, a guy who'll love his kids as much as the two of you do. 

Bucky scans the crowd again and spots you without any problem, another smile on his face at the sight of his godchild hailey holding JJ, probably gossiping around with you.

It's good this way.

"Hey man." 

Snapping out of his own world, Bucky meets the eyes of a man he hasn't spoken to in months; sam. Not since he got to learn about Bucky's mistake.

"Hey." Bucky shoots him a tight lipped smile.

Standing still next to Bucky, Sam leans against the bar in the same stance and follows Bucky's gaze to the crowd to you, his son and hailey.

"He looks like you." Sam confesses "scary." 

Letting his head fall, Bucky chuckles and nods "at least we know it's mine." 

Sam chuckles along till it dies down, silence falling over both men as they keep watching the scene in front of them. How you leave Hailey with her nephew and mingle with some friends– bucky can feel Sam's eyes burning on his face. 

"Told you so, didn't I?" 

Bucky snorts "Let's not go there, I've learned my lesson." 

"Do you?" Sam quips with a grin on his face "No new love on the horizon?" 

Bucky nods, he has learned his lesson and he knows he'll never find someone like you again– he has definitely learned his lesson and definitely not ready for something new.

"No man, I'm going to focus on my kids." Bucky breathes out a soft chuckle "apparently I still have two." 

"Rosie loves you– I have to thank you for that, giving Rosie a father figure." 

"Wouldn't trade it for anything else." 

"I know." 

Another, comfortable silence falls like a thick blanket. Knowing each other well enough to know what they're thinking– a smile creeping on both men's faces at the sight of you pushing yourself past some people and beelining towards the duo.

"Mind If I join?" 

Scooting aside, both Sam and bucky make space for you in between and your arm that snakes around Bucky's back gives him a warm and fuzzy feeling– he pulls you closer into his side with his arm dropped over your shoulder 

"A year ago you nearly passed out." You mumble softly 

"I didn't pass out." Bucky scoffs 

"I said nearly–" 

"Not even nearly." 

"The nurses had to sit you down." 

"They never–" 

"They did!" 

It's a game of back and forth, getting underneath each other's skin and Bucky hopes things like this will never change even if you decided to spend the rest of your life with steve. The silly arguments, the silly fights and the lame jokes– bucky would be alright as long as that stayed. 

The squeeze around his side makes Bucky aware you're still there. Locking eyes with yours, one's he's found himself lost in many times before, he copies your smile. 

"What?" 

"Nothing– we did good." You state.

Though things didn't go the way it was supposed to, the two of you did good indeed, more than good even. 

"I think we did amazing." Bucky smiles back.

Wrapping his arm around your shoulder a bit tighter, he places a quick kiss on your forehead before following your gaze into the crowd, his daughter, his son, his family and steve.

It's good this way.

"So, guys," Sam clears his throat from beside you "really gotta know what happened on hailey her birthday party that day." 

"No, you don't." You and Bucky chuckle in unison "you really don't."

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❛ WHO'S THE ALPHA? ❜

❚❙ REQUEST BY ANON: hi there💞 can i request where reader and antiono dawson are dating in secret and she's pregnant and now they getting it on with some smut in his office and her father hank catches them with some angst please

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❚❙ NOTES: There's no smut because I couldn't imagine the situation of being caught in the act, also keeping in mind that reader is Hank's daughter. There's no way Antonio would take that kind of risk.

❚❙ A/N: this writing hasn’t been edited, you may find some grammar mistakes, I’m sorry about that. If you find a description about body or a word out of place, or something that it makes you feel uncomfortable / unrepresented, let me know by a private message and I will change it delighted.

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Since you knew this morning that you're pregnant, you haven't stopped thinking about how you are going to say it to Antonio. It's not a big deal, but it means that your father will know it too. And that's a real problem. But the happiness inside you doesn't let you worry now about that. It's been a long year hiding it from him and maybe it's a good way for him to discover it.

Honestly, you can't wait till coming to his house to tell him and, by the time it is, your father must be in your home already. So you decide to drive to the District. Antonio has to be there, since he hasn't text you yet. Leaving your car in the private parking, you walk in by the back door, going upstairs straight to the Intelligence Unit, passing away what they call the cage and the interview rooms. You can't contain the smile curving up your lips when you find your boyfriend very focused on something in his computer, writing down some kind of notes in a report. He doesn't even notice your presence, till you're in front of him.

“Voight left ten minutes ago”. He says, keeping up appearances just in case someone can hear you.

“We're alone”. You reply raising both eyebrows.

Leaning back on his chair to check both sides of his office, he drags his seat away from his desk enough for you to sit on his lap. Infected by your smile, Antonio can't help but draw the same gesture while placing an arm around your waist and his other hand on the back of your head. He's delighted to see you after a long day of paperwork and his ass stuck on his chair. Sometimes he doesn't know if it is worse to be there or to be in the street. But you're his reward, so he doesn't complain.

His lips find yours in a sigh, purring against them when he feels your warm wrapping him. The only thing he needs. His kisses are soft, slow, gentle. Just like his caresses. Just like him all the time. You found the most tender man you could ask for, and you thank God every day of your life. He takes care of you like no one else, with the most minimal details, without asking anything back. You two are made for each other, that's a fact.

“Antonio… baby, I have to tell you something”.

“Can't it wait?” He mumbles pecking your lips once and again, watching him bite his in the short meantime of meeting again.

“Yeah, actually for… like seven months, more or less”.

With his mouth on yours but not moving a single inch, he pulls himself away from you frowning confused. Your boyfriend doesn't last longer than two seconds to put his brain cells to work and connects the dots. His gesture changes from playful and joy to a big pout, as his eyes are filled up with tears.

“Dios mío”.

It's the first time you watch him crying since you know him, for more than eight years. You don't doubt cleaning the tears that fall down by his cheek, as his sobs become a little constant.

“Are you sure?” He asks with a broken tone of voice, tilting his head for a moment. You just nod in silence. “When did… you know?”

“This morning. I'm two months now… Are you… happy?”

“Of course I am, princesa”. Lively laughing, he urges you to stand up to do the same and push you into a tight hug between his arms.

Of course, it wasn't something you two planned. And of course, it wasn't something you two were expecting. But you have never felt this blissfulness in your life. You're in a rollercoaster of emotions right now, just like your boyfriend who doesn't know what to say, nor what to do more than to spread a bunch of kisses all around your face trying to transmit you every single thing he is feeling right now.

Since Laura left him, Antonio thought he would never be loved with so much intensity, and then, you clapped eyes on each other. You know him ever since practically, but that time was different. You had a rare day in the hospital and he had closed a two-months investigation satisfactory. But you were tired like never before, feeling vulnerable and with a mix of emotions roaming your bodies. You came to the District looking for your father, but he was gone to celebrate already, so he offered himself to drive you home. And it just simply happened.

One year after, you're expecting your first baby. And probably not the last.

“Making friends?”

The well known tone of voice of your father interrupts your moment. Your bodies are frozen against the other, putting distance between both slowly. Gulping and turning toward the sergeant, you watch him waving a hand waiting for an answer. The tip of his tongue licks his teeth, arching an eyebrow as his face hardens. You aren't able to say anything, looking at your boyfriend who seems more terrified than you, rubbing his forehead.

“Hm…”

Your father grabs his gun from the holster on his belt, taking the safety off. You know he's just pressuring you to talk, but you block his possible target by putting ahead of Antonio. Just in case.

“Dad… Dad, list—listen”.

“I'm listening, baby girl”. He scoffs, placing his hands crossed under his abdomen.

“We… Uh…” Your heart is racing so fast that you're afraid to collapse, until you feel one of Antonio's hands hold yours, placing himself by your side. “We're together… like… a couple”.

“You're not anymore. Go home and wait for me there”.

“Da—”.

“Don't make me say it twice, (Y/N)”.

“Go. We will talk later, I promise you”. Your boyfriend's whisper doesn't make you feel convinced, but you obey in silence not being another option.

With your arms around your abdomen and your hands trembling tangled on your own uniform, you leave the District looking back every two seconds. It's not like Hank controls your life, but this is a question of honor, and you trust in Antonio. You know they need to be alone to talk some sense into him. But you also know what is going to happen.

Two long hours sitting on your sofa, desperate with your phone between both fingers waiting for a call, a text, anything. You knew it wasn't a good idea to hide it from your father, but to be honest, you didn't know that Antonio and you could go that far. The baby wasn't something planned, it just happened. You haven't even had time to react, but you still have some hope. Hank would never forbid you to continue this relationship now that you're pregnant. Though you know it's not going to be easy for him to assimilate it.

When the lights of a big SUV illuminates the street and the facade of your house, you don't lose time getting up from your seat to run to the entrance, opening the door and waiting for your father to say something as he steps out of his car. He doesn't look happy, not at all. You've lied to him all this time and you're aware of how hurt his ego is right now. It's going to cost you more than a sorry to bring back his trust in you. Licking your bottom lip in silence, you can't help but go downstairs to meet him on his path.

Hank has his hands kept in the pocket of his jeans with a rough and disappointed gesture in his face. You aren't sure what to say, being just a couple steps away from him.

“Maybe Antonio tripped and broke his nose”. He just says with feigned innocence, causing you to arch an eyebrow and cross your arms on your chest. “He's in the Chicago Med. You should go”.

Your father is about to pass you away to the inside when you stop him by a hand on his chest, pushing him back to face you.

“You're still my favorite man on earth”. You mumble bowing your head down for a second, till he holds your hand to place a kiss on the back of it.

“That's why he isn't dead, princess”.

“Isn't it because I am pregnant, and he is the father?” Not trying to contain a soft grin, you grab his other hand to lace your fingers with his and place them on your belly, knowing it's going to work.

“His grandfather is more than enough”. Hank replies squinting at you, before tilting his head to press a kiss on your forehead.

Leaving the front of your house straight to your car, he waits for you outside till you abandon your neighborhood to take the highway and reach the hospital faster. You're ashamed, you can't lie, but if your father didn't have a single scratch means that Antonio didn't hit him back, which is good. He still knows who the alpha is. You can go against the world, but not against Hank Voight. That's a fact. Everybody in Chicago knows it.

Not caring too much about how you park your car, your legs move quicker to the Emergencies being received by Will, who is trying to not laugh pressing both lips against the other. Making you a sign with a silent congratulations, your eyes travel around the open doors till finding Antonio sitting on a stretcher with his head bowed down, swinging his feet.

Knocking on the white metallic frame, you stick your head out of it with a sweet smile on the corner of your lips. “Need a ride back home, inspector?”

“May I need a nurse too”.

His brown eyes have a shine that only appears in them when he sees you after a long, long day; when he's about to be hugged by you, kissed, touched, loved. Putting down from the stretcher, you help your boyfriend to wear his jacket and zip it up over his torso.

“You okay?” Feeling your cheeks burning because of the shame, you put both hands on his neck to take a look of his nose covered with a gauze.

“He just threatened me and punched me. Honestly, I thought he would bring me to a remote place to make me dig my own grave. I think it did quite well, don't you?”

Antonio's positivism makes you laugh, nodding with your chin. Holding your arms and taking them to his mouth, he kisses both with so much care and tenderness, before tilting his head to catch your lips between his. At first, it's weird and awkward for you to be kissen for him in public, after a year hiding it. But it only lasts a short second. You can't wait to stop containing your impulses for hugging him and holding his hand and calling him amor in front of all; not in front of your dad, obviously. You're too young to die.

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Day 19 All I Want for Christmas Is You

A/n: Its day 19 of  “A Very Merry Christmas with the MHA Characters.”  This is very short because today my dad birthday and I'm going out with him today. Enjoy and Happy Holidays

Uploaded: 12/19/2020

Word Count: 0.7k

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Sitting on the couch with your face in your palm on Christmas Eve watching the snowfall disappointed your boyfriend wouldn’t make it home in time to celebrate christmas with you. You were so excited to spend Christmas with him that it broke his heart to tell you he would be on a mission and didn’t know if he'd be back in time for Christmas. You were supposed to go to a Christmas party that your friends invited you to, to get your mind off of Katsuki not being home but you just wanted to stay home in your cozy home. Buzz Buzz You look down at your phone and see it was Mina who texted you.

‘Put your clothes on i'm coming to get you and we're going to this party whether you like it or not.’ ‘I'm not going Mina’ Before you knew it there was a rather aggressive knock at the door, you get up dragging your body to the door. Opening the door to see Mina, Momo pushing their way into your house. “What are you doing here” you grumbled “I told you over the phone now get ready” Mina walked past you to you and Katsuki shared bedroom “I know you're sad but at least try to cheer up” Momo patted your back guiding you to the closet. Mina had pulled out some clothes to put on. “How did I even get in this situation’ pulling the sweater over your head “Cause you love us and we love you.” You rolled your eyes at Mina but she was right about you loving them. “I'm ready, let's go” you mumble. You put your boots and grabbed your things.

After arriving at Mina's places you were greeted by all your former classmates. “It’s nice to see you again y/n, how's everything been?” Kyoka smiled. It was weird for Kyoka to be talking to you like you didn't see her two days ago when you went out for breakfast together along with the other girls, but you ignored it. “It’s good seeing everyone again”  You sat down on the sofa chatting with everyone and talking about life as a hero that has her own Agency at a pretty young age. “So y/n is there anything you want for Christmas?” Sero asked with Kaminari behind him wiggling his eyebrows. They knew what you wanted and were teasing you about it. “ I just want Katsuki to come home” , taking a sip of your drink. After that one weird question everyone started to act weird.

Everyone was acting a little weirder than normal but you didn’t think to much about it till the door bell ringed “ Hey y/n can you get that” Mina says running to the back of the room, you looked at everyone that was around chatting, you got up from the couch and made your way over to the front door. Opening the door you were greeted by the last person you expected to see “Katsuki your here” With a grin on his face he runs his finger through his hair “didn’t expect me to be here did you?” your mouth drops to the floor as you wrap your arms around Katsuki neck “I thought you weren’t going to be home” You mumbled Katsuki tapped your shoulder pointing upward. You slowly followed where his finger was pointing and noticed the mistletoe that was placed in the doorway. You look back at a smirking Katsuki “So prince(ss) what’s it going to be?” You stood on your tiptoes placing a kiss on Katsuki lips. His lips were pure heaven and you melted right into the kiss forgetting about everyone around. You pulled away from the kiss feeling all hot and bothered. You turned around to everyone in the room smiling at you “MERRY CHRISTMAS Y/N” they all said in unison “ You guys knew about this?” “Yep he told us yesterday” You turned on your heel facing Katsuki “ You tell them but not me, '' The person that missed you for the longest” with a pout “Because the expression when you open the door is what i live for.”  You smiled at Katsuki and pulled him in for another kiss. Pulling away from the kiss Katsuki face was bright red that was very noticeable, turning away from everyone he mumble under his breath “Stupid dumbass” smiling softly.

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ABOUT TRUST.

Obispo “Bishop” Losa x Hank “Tranq” Loza daughter!Reader

Anon asked: can you do an imagine with bishop losa where you have a secret relationship with bishop and you two are having sex and hank (your dad) catch you two.

Warnings: NSFW, smut

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💖

Word count: 1.9k

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The sun is shining on top of the sky, when you start to feel somekind of awaken, with two hands holding yours. One lying on your stomach, another surrounding your neck and your throat. It's a nice feeling his chest breathing against your back, as his breath collides on your nape. You sigh, sinking your nose on his forearm, 'cause yes, it's a good dream.

A finger running through your right cheek, putting away a small brist of hair, making you squirm on the sofa with a heavy and sleepy snort. Then a lips pressing your skin in a soft caress, while two arms are surrounding your body to lift you up. It's half past four am, and you fell asleep watching a TV show you can't remember which one was. Resting your head on his chest on the way to the bed. Your eyes getting almost opened in some flashes, recognizing your room, when he leaves you there. Again, his lips kissing your forehead. It's a good dream, you think. It's like if a eternity has passed, when his arms wrap you again, pushing you closer to that delicious smell you could die for. It's insane how much you need it in your daylife, being an agony every time he has to leave Santo Padre.

“Wake up”. Like a distant whisper, you hear his voice. But you refuse to do it, so he's gonna disappear again. “Mi amor…”

Another one accompanied by some kisses on your head, sliding his lips over your hair, reaching your neck. A soft gasp leaves your lips. One week separated and you're starting to be so needy in all the possible aspects that you're dreaming with him. With a slight sob you shake your head, holding tightly his arms around you.

“I don' want you to go again”. You say somewhat sleepy.

“I don' gotta go anywhe'”.

Your eyes snap open, touring with your orbs the fingers tangled with yours. Your heart jump, turning so fast over the mattress that you almost feel dizzy. Bishop is truly there. It's not a dream. Smiling with both eyebrows raised, chuckling in silence. You hug him, screaming for a second, before filling his face with kisses listening his laughter as he tries to give you back every kiss. You suppose that last night he came to your house and brought you to bed.

“It's good to be back at home”. He says holding you closer.

“I missed you”. Your lips finally find his.

He missed you too, by the way he has to kiss you. So slow and careful, wanting to enjoy every single inch of them, while one of his hands get tangled in your hair. Your teeth collide for a moment, making you laugh against his mouth and his tongue looking for yours. Drowning a moan there, his free hand travels to your ass grabbing it and pinching it. Forcing you to place a leg on his waist, you discover that he's naked and by the way how hard he is, moving your hips slowly as you're trying to feel some more friction. Your left hand getting slide among your bodies, grabbing gently all his extension and giving him a chill that makes him grunt between teeth.

“Fuck… baby girl, I need you”. He bites your low lip, as your wrist it moves faster at times, caressing his swollen glans with your thumb whenever you can. “Take it, mi amor. It's all yours. Only yours”.

With a naughty smile on your lips, drawing a way of kisses down of his chest, traveling all around his abdomen noticing how shaky his breath his, until the tip of your tongue roams his hardened skin. Grabbing your hair with a hand, so he can maintain your gaze full of lust, when you take his cock inside your mouth pushing him to the limit. Your nose touching his low abdomen, as he's forcing your throat. You can see Bishop leaning his head back slightly with his eyes almost white, till you need some air to breathe. Moving your lips somekind faster from top to bottom, with your tongue touring his sensible skin, his guttural growls start to flood the room. This is your favourite part, tasting him as he enjoy every caress you give him stroking your throat with the reddened and delicious head of his cock. It's fucking amazing.

“Com'ere, baby”. Holding your chin with two fingers, he raised you up enough to kiss you whilst he's getting up to rest his back against the metallic headboard, so you can sit on top of him. “Did you miss daddy, ah?”

Pulling away some bristles of your hair you nod with no hesitate, kissing him away. His tongue tastes good fighting with yours. His fingers curl the fabric of your shirt, lifting up above your head to throw it away. Bishop's moustache gives you some tickles on your neck when his teeth bite your collarbone softly and his fingers squeezing and pinching your nipples.

“Daddy needs you, baby girl”. He mutters, going up his lips kissing you under your chin, on it, until he reaches your lips so desperate that you can feel it as if it was your feeling.

He's tired after too much hours riding from southern Cali to northern and the only thing you want is please him, make him know that he's back at home so he can rest calmly. Guiding his warm cock between your thighs, you bounce on him just one time. His fingers getting nailed on your ass with a pleasure howl from him sinked in your lips.

“Fuck, mi amor… don't move. Let me enjoy it”. He almost begs pulling you closer, with your hands caressing his chest.

You can feel how Bishop is getting harder inside you, pressing your tightness in a delectable agony taking away your breath. Moving your hips slowly in a soft dance, keeping your gaze darkened, the pleasure is finding you. It feels better than finger yourself whilst he's moaning by the other side of the phone, when you two are in different parts of the country. Spreading your legs a little more, every pound gets deeper, faster and rough than the last, wailing his name with a broken voice. His saliva wetting your throat, filling it with small red bruises marking his territory in need of makes you know that you are his and he's yours.

“Hey, baby, I brou—”.

At least, your father had knock the door before coming in, giving you the enough time to sit by Bishop's side and cover your body with the sheets. The scene is the most awkward and uncomfortable moment you've had to live. Hank with a hand on the doorknob, Bishop licking his lips with an ill-at-tease look on his face, and you trying to hide under the sheets.

“I'm pretty sure he saw you too”. The older mutters twisting his head to a side just a little, as if your father couldn't hear him, but with his eyes on his.

“I can explain”. You say feeling your whole body shaking terrified.

“You better do”. Tranq's face has no expression on it and his hoarse and rough voice gives you cumbersome chills. “Get the fuc' outta' my daughter' house, Obispo, before I shoot you till the charger is empty”.

Your boyfriend doesn't say anything, nodding with his tongue touring his teeth for a second, before getting up from the bed to get dressed and collect his stuff. And he also doesn't give a fuck about Tranq being your father, proving it when he kneel above the mattress placing a hand on your nape so he can kiss your forehead.

“I love you”. He also says, leaving another kiss on your right cheek, taking off of one of the kutte' pockets a small red box. “From LA”.

Bishop leaves the room in silence and your father doesn't even look at him, with his eyes full of rage on yours. So, when you hear the main door getting closed, his snorts heavy supporting his shoulder on the door frame.

“Da—”.

“Are you fuckin' kiddin' me, (Y/N)?”

“Let me have a shower and we wi—”

“Stay there. Ashamed as you should be. What the fuck were you thinking, ah? Bishop? Really? You betray my trust for what? For a… frig?”

“Bishop is not a one-night-stand, dad”. You try to explain him, irritated and desperate.

“Shit, it only get worse when you think he's gonna have somekind of serious thing with you…” Tranq rubs his face with both hands laughing bittersweet.

“Two days ago was our anniversary”. You spit at him, raising the small box between your fingers, with both eyebrows upped. And you can hear how his heart stop for a while. “I didn' know how to… tell you, and I'm sorry. But I'm old enough to make my own choices. I didn' meant to fuck up your trust in me, but it just happened”.

“There are no secret between us, that's what I thought. But seems like I'm not that important to you”.

“C'mon, dad! That's not fair!” Tangling your body in the sheets, you get up from the bed walking towards him. “I love you, more than anyone and you know it well. But I was afraid of this happening”.

“So what? You were gonna hide it from me all your life?”

“'Course not!” You say a little bit louder. “He truly loves me and takes care of me, that's the only thing that should matter to you”.

“Till he breaks your heart”.

“It's not gonna happen. Likewise, it's the law of life and no one can avoid it”. You sigh closing your eyes just for one second, trying to calm yourself. “I—I'm sorry. So sorry. But I love him and I didn'... meant to hurt you”.

“Breakfast is gonna get cold”. He just replies, turning over his boots to leave your house in complete silence.

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You're playing with the golden collar around your neck, lying on the sofa waiting for a text or a call, after the night has fallen down. Neither your father, nor Bishop, have answered to their phones, starting to think about the worst possible sceneries where your boyfriend get shot, stabbed, asphyxiated by Tranq's hands… Until the sound of some keys colliding open the front door. Jumping off of the sofa, you run to the entrance, finding Bishop's bloody face. Covering your trembling lips with a hand, he starts to laugh confusing you. His nose is almost broken, with an open wound on his left eyebrow and gap on his lower lip. You can't even imagine how are his ribs, knowing that it's your father's favourite place to punch.

“I'm okay, but I need my nurse”. He says taking off the helmet and the kutte to leave them on the small table next to the door.

“My father…?”

“In the Mayans' ring”. He nods wrapping your waist between his arms as you place your hands on his neck, so you can study better his face. “He said that he… ‘approves’ it, after threaten to spread my body across the desert if I hurt you”.

“Shit, 'am sorry, Bish…”

“It was worth it, baby girl. But I really need you to heal me, 'cause it hurts as fuck”.

“Com'ere, boxer…”

[poptod]

hey it's me again :) can i request an ahk x reader where y/n is a programmer and is showing him all the things she can do with a computer and him just being super amazed at her skills and the progress of technology in general? please feel free to add stuff i'm not super imaginative. i love your writing and thanks again!

hello again! thank u for requesting and i’m glad you like what i write! this one’s a bit shorter, sorry about that, but i think it’s sweet. my dad’s actually a programmer, with epic, not valve, but still fun to write.

"You're really good at this," Ahk said, leaning over your shoulder to look at the computer screen. The brightness and the many pixels of the screen hurt your eyes, considering you were used to computers that weren't made in the 90's, but you could make do. Computers were the one thing that you knew your way around, no matter the type.

"Ahk, I'm just showing you how to google something," you said as you tried to hold back a laugh, turning to him only to almost kiss his cheek. You quickly turned right back to the screen.

"Is it something people do often?"

"Google stuff? Yeah. The internet has answers to almost any question, as long as someone on the earth knows the answer, it's usually on the internet," you said in hopes of him understanding. "The internet is... like a connection, sort of. Every computer can connect to one another, so I could talk to someone on the other side of the world, and I can go into a non-physical library of information. It's not just used for knowledge, though. Lots of other things too."

He pulled one of the rolling chairs from its' place at the reception desk, rolling it beside yours and sitting next to you, his thigh pressed against yours as he stared at the screen. You bit the inside of your cheek.

"So – you work with computers, right? What is it that you do with them?"

"I test certain programs, make sure they function correctly, I also make some myself. They aren't horribly complicated but I do have a website for them," you said, hoping your explanation wasn't too complicated. You never knew with Ahk – sometimes he got it immediately, sometimes you needed to explain fifty times. "Here," you said, "I'll show you one that I’m working on."

He scooted even closer to the desk, eyes wide with curiosity and intrigue. Every now and then he'd pick up this child-like love of things, namely balloons and coffee, and now the computer. Every now and then you wished he'd direct that child-like love to you.

Typing in your website, you opened up the home page, quickly navigating till you came to the various programs and ideas you kept. There you scanned through them, wondering which one Ahk would like more, as well as what would be impressive to a 4,000 year old Pharaoh.

"I think you'll like this one. It's a video game I'm working on with Valve, still a prototype and all that, that's why it's on my website," you said, clicking on it and loading up what you had so far.

"Why would being a prototype qualify for being on your webbings?" Ahk asked as he watched the loading screen with much interest.

"We need beta testers, just to play over the levels and such, make sure there aren't any bugs in the coding. Most programmers though, uh," you paused as the game loaded up, the glass walls of the prison surrounding the first person view of the game, "they, um, they don't work with games. A lot of programmers work with things like lags in the loading, stuff like that, y'know?"

"I... think so," he said as he nodded slowly. "How does this game work?"

You proceeded to explain how video games were a sort of 'playable story,' with dialogue and options as well as puzzles and battles much more engrossing than those in board games. He seemed to understand that well enough, so you moved onto how to control the character. Currently, there was only one room built into the game, with only one puzzle to solve, but that didn't stop Ahk's face from lighting up when you asked if he wanted to play. He nodded vigorously, moving into your place when you scooted to the side.

This game was one you were both proud and happy to be working on – the concept was one you'd never seen before, and while it was hell trying to get the mechanics to work without confusing the player too much, the reward was fantastic. Besides personal fulfillment the pay wasn't bad at all, and it'd be great to put on your resume should you need it.

It took a little while and several more demonstrations, but he eventually learned how to move around, how the camera worked and how to spot bugs in the coding. From there you taught him the mechanics of the portal gun, reminding him early on that this wasn't a mechanic ever used before. He seemed delighted to try it out. With some help from you he finished the short level, using the portal gun to get out of the glass prison.

"It's still in the very early stages," you reminded him when he finished, a wide grin plastered across his face. "I doubt this level will even be in the actual game, but we'll see."

"How does it work? Do you animate it, or film it?" He asked, running the character all over the white room. You giggled.

"Not exactly," you said, taking the controls from him.

As you opened up the dev tools, lines upon paragraphs of coding appeared, showing words he couldn't understand, rules he couldn't comprehend, but it didn't stop him from trying. You continued to patiently explain how the computer worked, how one line could mean the color for one of the panels, or how a paragraph could dictate what happens when he as the player interacted with something.

"You made this?" Ahk asked as his mouth hung open, watching you scroll through the many lines of text.

"Some of it, yes, but my main job is to look for inconsistencies and problems in the coding," you said, unable to help from smiling. Hardly anyone had shown as much interest as Ahk did in your job, and his intrigue was a welcome change.

"How... how did you learn all of this?" He asked as he finally looked away from the coding, turning to face you. He sat impossible close to you, eager to see the computer, but it left you in a stumbling fluster as red coated your face.

"I, um – I went to, uh, school. And I had it as a, um, hobby when I was - uh, younger," you said, digging your nails into your thigh.

"Fascinating," he whispered, looking only to you as he spoke the word.

Everything in your body froze as he said that, wondering if he found your work fascinating, or technology, or just you. It couldn't be just you, but for a second you knew the exhilarating feeling of being admired by one you admired so greatly.

"Ahk?!" Larry yelled from the top of the stairs, gaining both his and yours attention. "Need you up here – statues don't recognize me again."

"Ugh," Ahk groaned, turning back to the now black screen for just a second before he faced you. "Thank you for the demonstration and for your time," he said as he stood, leaning forward and pressing a kiss to your cheek before he ran off, his cape flying behind him as he raced up the stairs.

You caught your reflection in the screen.

You never looked more like a cherry than you did now.