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ââ ŕ¨ŕ§ !ăVALENTINES DAY | BLURB
â â๨ŕ§Ë dad!matt sturniolo x reader
Where Matt gives his wife and daughter the softest Valentine's Day surprise đđ¤
"Do you wanna build a snowman?"
The sun was still low in the sky when Morgan settled on the couch in the living room, surrounded by her favorite blankets, eating apple slices while watching Frozen on TV. Her little body was relaxed, her blue eyes drooping with sleep, but she refused to let it win, not when Ana was singing, obviously.
With her tiny, slightly raspy morning voice, Morgan tried to follow the song, murmuring the lines she already knew by heart. Her long brown hair - a tangled mess - dancing with her head movements.
In the kitchen, Y/N was preparing a hearty breakfast for the family, slicing fruit, and mixing pancake batter with the utmost calm. The scent of vanilla and cinnamon filled the air as she hummed a familiar tune - a children's song Morgan had been obsessed with for the past few days.
Every now and then, her eyes flicked across the room, where she could see her little girl on the couch, safe and engrossed.
The soft sound of the door connecting the garage to the house opening echoed, and Matt entered quietly. He had been out since early morning, running a few errands with his brothers, and now he moved carefully, a mischievous smile playing on his lips.
His steps were silent as he approached the couch from behind, stopping right in front of the TV, blocking Morgan's view. The little girl immediately furrowed her brows, a pout forming on her pink lips, ready to complain with the same theatrical impatience as her father.
But before any protest could leave her lips, a dramatic gasp escaped instead. Her tiny hands flew to her cheeks, and her eyes sparkled like little stars at the sight before her: a dozen pink and red balloons floating above Mattâs head, with phrases like "Will you be my Valentine?", "Happy Valentineâs Day" and "Love you" written on them.
Tucked under his arms were two stuffed animals of different sizes, and in his hands, he held two big bouquets filled with vibrant, colorful flowers.
"DADDY!" Morgan shrieked, tossing her purple plastic bowl full of apple slices aside and reaching her little arms up toward him.
Matt laughed, delighted by her reaction.
"You were about to get mad at daddy, bug?" He teased, raising an eyebrow as he crouched to her level with a bit of difficulty gave his full arms.
Morgan shook her head vigorously, her blue eyes locked on the bears and balloons. Her tiny fingers immediately stretched out to grab the stuffed bunny, clearly meant for her, and Matt smiled, handing it to her with immense affection.
"Here it is, my lilâ darlin'." He coos, running his fingers gently through her messy hair, his silver rings shining between brown strands. "Happy Valentineâs Day, bee."
Y/N watched the scene from the kitchen counter, still holding the bowl full of pancake batter, her expression melting into a soft, loving smile.
Matt took one of the bouquets and handed it to Morgan, who widened her eyes at the explosion of colors in front of her.
"Look, Morgan-Poo, these are your flowers." He said, waiting to see her reaction.
"So many colors, daddy!" She exclaimed in awe, carefully pulling at the stems. "Purple! An' pink! An-and blue! And... Daddy, this one looks like a rainbow!"
"It really does, bug." He agreed, a pang in his chest from his girl's excitement. "Do you like'em?"
Morgan nodded enthusiastically, hugging the bouquet close to her chest, being careful not to squeeze any petal.
"They smell so pretty! Can I put them in my princess cup?"
"Of course you can, sweetheart. Weâll find the perfect spot for them, okay?" Matt promised, caressing her tiny knee covered in her pajamas pants.
While Morgan entertained herself with her new gifts, Matt finally turned to Y/N, making his way toward her with a soft smile, receiving a knowing look back. Without a word, he pulled her by the front pocket of her yellow apron right into his arms, pressing her against his warm chest.
Before she could say anything, he started peppering kisses all over her face - her forehead, her cheeks, the tip of her nose, her chin - making her giggle, his big hands firmly squeezing her lower hips as he settled in her mouth.
"Lookin' so good at this time in the morning." Matt murmurs against his wifeâs lips, not stopping himself when cupping her bumcheek in his hand and squeezing. He couldnât get enough of her.
She was in his pink shirt below her apron - stained with batter, cotton shorts, and her hair in a high bun. He was so fucking attracted to her.
"You look much better." Y/N replies, running her fingers against the light stubble of his chin, her heart melting at all his affection.
Only then did Matt finally place the second bouquet in her hands, along with the larger stuffed bear, murmuring lowly.
"Happy Valentineâs Day, angel."
Y/N smiled, feeling the familiar warmth of her husband and the absolute certainty that she was exactly where she belonged. She traced her fingers over the petals of the flowers, taking in their fresh scent before looking up at Matt, love shining in her eyes.
"Theyâre beautiful, Matt. Thank you."
"Only the best for m'girls." He said, rubbing his nose against her temple affectionately.
Suddenly, something small and warm crashed into their legs, and when they looked down, there was Morgan, wrapping her little arms around both of them in a tight hug.
Her tiny arms barely managed to reach around them both, but she was trying her best, squeezing them with all her might. She then looked up, her blue eyes shining and her voice sweet.
"Happy Valentieâs Day!!" She said with the biggest smile, her pearly baby teeth showing, eyes looking for approval.
Y/N and Matt shared a knowing look before both of them crouched down, pulling her into a tight hug between them. Matt buried his nose in his daughter's hair while Y/N gently rubbed her back, feeling their little girlâs warmth radiate between them.
"We love you so much, sweetheart." Y/N whispered, kissing her temple.
"Love you mostest!" Morgan declared, squeezing her eyes shut as she hugged them even tighter. "Daddy? Kissy too?" The girl asks her father, her little palm patting his cheek, puckering her pink lips.
"Yes, m'love." Matt obliges, giving her a peck on her skin before blowing a raspberry on her cheek. "Anything f'you."
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A/N: This work is mine, and I don't authorize plagiarism; copy or "inspiration"!
â ŕ¨ŕ§ ! all the love, L đ¤
#sturniolo x reader#chris sturniolo#matt sturniolo#sturniolo triplets#nick sturniolo#matt sturniolo x reader#matt sturniolo x yn#matt sturniolo x y/n#matt sturniolo x fem reader#matt sturniolo x you#matt sturniolo x reader fanfic#matt sturniolo x reader fluff#matt sturniolo x reader blurb#matt sturniolo fanfiction#matt sturniolo fanfic#matt sturniolo blurb#dad!matt sturniolo#mom!reader#dad matt sturniolo x mom reader#fluff#matt sturniolo fluff#valentines day#daughter#sturniolo#sturniolo triplets x reader#sturniolo triplets fanfic
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Hi!! Love your posts. I would love to hear about your S4 predictions!!
They change on a daily/weekly basis, but I'll try!
Semi-rational predictions:
Syd doesn't leave The Bear and Carmy apologizes and changes his behavior, treating her like a real partner. The reason they're in the situation they are is that Carmy is trying to lead in areas he's not good at. All the elements for success are there, Carmy has self-sabotaged, and no one has really stood up to him and Syd will.
We learn about Syd's past and why she's so reluctant to cross personal/professional lines and why she feels like she's had to be so independent and why she did Sheridan Road by herself. Remember, Emmanuel loves her but hasn't really supported her dream as a viable career, and suggests she work at the airport like her cousin, meaning, their extended family likely feels the same way.
I'm guessing Syd grew up with her mother in the kitchen or a culinary influencer, a social activist in the community, and those are some of her fondest memories she has as a child before she passed which Syd has taken on as part of her legacy.
Cicero tries to burn down The Bear (the stuff he was sneaking in in S3) to give the kids the insurance money since he's going to bail on them and wants to save face, and it fails. It also puts him out of the picture of influencing them going forward, and they have to find another investor.
Donna tries to tell Syd at Tiff's wedding to run far away from The Beef like she did (aka Carmy is not really your family, he bailed on me, his own flesh and blood), and it backfires on Donna, because Carmy is willing to change for Syd and not her. Donna and Carmy hash it out and Carmy confronts his mom and tells her Syd is off-limits and he will choose The Bear over family-family any day, so don't test him, and that this is what he wants and for her to stop trying to meddle and treat him like an adult.
Syd and Carmy finally collaborate on a menu/dish, and it's amazing and gets rave reviews, and is a perfect reflection of them together. (I don't really care if they ever get a star, TBH, because Syd is Carmy's star.)
Marcus and Luca get together and Marcus moves to Copenhagen or Luca moves to Chicago (his sister is here) and they open a bakery together that wins awards.
Shipper lens predictions:
We find out Carmy signed Syd's apartment lease. We know her dad didn't and it's why he compares the apartment to the partnership agreement and makes digs, because he knows it's Carmy, and he already suspects Syd likes Carmy as more than a business partner and knows that Carmy will go very far to back Syd's ambitions. Which is part of why Syd is so into Carmy, because no one has done that for her before. Carmy also meets Emmanuel in S4 who goes hard on him at first for being unable to provide financially for his daughter and then comes around when he realizes how devoted Carmy is to her. Carmy also might have some money socked away for a moment such as this, despite being bad at math; Cousin Michelle connections, etc.
Carmy tries to apologize to Claire, but Claire thinks Syd is who he was talking to when he was trapped inside the walk-in, and that he never really was himself with her (which is true, because she made him uneasy) and Syd is his work-wife and for him to go fuck himself. She will try to embarrass him at the wedding as payback since she was already doing that almost the minute she left Friends & Family (which Ted repeats) and lied to Tiff about him. Neil confesses his love to Claire and apologizes for meddling.
Donna brings Lee to Tiff's wedding which causes Donna and Carmy hash it out and he finds out Lee is his birth father. This leads to a long conversation about how Donna isn't a person he can trust emotionally and explains why they all babied him, because they had a secret and felt guilty but didn't want him to know. The mystery of the missing/dead Berzatto dad is revealed.
Carmy and Syd have sex on top of a table at some point, maybe in the restaurant after hours. After a reveal about her eating the blood orange hamachi heart-on-a-plate dish, and that Carmy remembered her from the James Beard Award he won for Rising Star which she attended while she was at CIA, or she saw him at The Beef when she was a kid. The basic idea is some magic realism here, that they've run into each other before she showed up at The Beef, and they have always somehow or another been connected and in each other's lives and always will be.
#sydcarmy#the bear meta#season 4 predictions#I guess LOL#I will probably contradict myself in 20 minutes
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rin actually becomes pretty decent at passing as a regular human, though he was. incredibly bad at it at first. yuri did her best, but it's hard to really teach your half-demon kid how to properly interact with people when he hardly ever has the chance to meet anyone. when he first moves into the monastery, he is frankly a deeply unnerving child, even to those who don't actually know who he really is.
he gets better though! it just takes practice!
(except, of course, for the moments in which he is simply just genuinely terrifying. they are few and far between, but they happen. but he hold firm to his promise that he won't use his flames on people. shiro has to slightly amend their pact to include not hitting people unless he really needs to either.
or: yukio's bullies just stop bullying him one day. he never knows why.)
at first, shiro is only raising yukio out of a sense of obligation towards yuri, but he eventually starts viewing him as truly being his son. he doesn't expect the same to ever apply to rinka, even after he brings him to live with them, but... well, life has a way of surprising you sometimes. rin doesn't expect himself to warm up so much to the Paladin either- he remembers really hating the guy at first, actually. but one day, in the kitchen, shiro pats his head and he can't help but wonder if this is what having a father is like.
he wonders if it's okay for him to feel that way. he's the son of satan. he's shiro's familiar. surely that's not allowed, right? but it totally is. shiro's a little surprised when rin slips up and calls him dad the first time, but he finds that he doesn't mind at all. it doesn't hurt that there's some tiny little petty part of shiro that's just like. HAH. you see that satan, you asshole? both your kids call me dad now. fuck you.
(rin doesn't dare call him dad while he's rinka, not while he's in the earshot of other exorcists. he's smart enough to realize that's opening up an entire can of worms they won't want to have to deal with.)
rin becomes just as invested at letting yukio live a normal life as shiro is. they actually fight about it after yukio starts being able to see demons. rin's not stupid, not really. he knows the demon that went after yukio targeted him on purpose, and he has no idea why. yukio's just a regular human, unlike him. there's nothing to gain from targeting him. but that doesn't mean he has to give up his normal life to become an exorcist. he can protect him!
(but yukio settles the argument. he wants to learn. he's going to.)
yukio can't even be that upset over the fact that his father has kept an entire part of his life hidden from him. he's always been open about being an exorcist- it's just that yukio has never believed in that stuff. what surprises him most is the fact that rin's been aware of it this whole time- but maybe he shouldn't be. he has memories of him staring off at nothing, and wonders if he was watching demons. he's seen them all his life. all his life he's had to deal with seeing these... things.
frankly, yukio's terrified.
but he doesn't want to stay that way. if he can become an exorcist, then he won't have to be afraid any longer. he hears a lot about his father in the days that follow that he never knew before. that he's the paladin, the highest ranking exorcist in the True Cross Order. that he has all four meisters, considered an impressive feat on its own. that he has a pair of familiars: a cat sidhe named Kuro-
-and the son of Satan, a demon named Rinka.
(the similarity between rin and rinka's names does not pass without notice. nor does the fact that the demon's frame seems... familiar, even if the rest of him is not. but he doesn't make the connection. it's the eyes. those bright, jagged swirls that are utterly inhuman are nothing like rin's eyes.)
still rotating this blue exorcist AU idea from two nights ago, so I figure I might as well talk about it! the basic idea of the AU started with "what if Yukio was raised relatively in the dark about his origins, but Rin wasn't" and it sort of just snowballed from there, as things do.
on the night of his birth, rin's demon heart is never sealed. yuri calms him down all on her own, despite all of her own struggles that night. she survives childbirth, and pleads that she'll raise rin herself, so that he won't harm others.
(shiemihaza looks in her eyes, and this time, she agrees)
once it's confirmed that yukio is human, and has not inherited satan's flames, shiro agrees to raise him for yuri and give him a normal life. he keeps yukio's origins a secret from him, only vaguely alluding to the fact that he has an older twin brother who lives with their mother.
yuri and rin are confined at the Vatican, not allowed to leave the room they are given. yuri survived, but the traumatic pregnancy followed by the even more traumatic childbirth has clearly taken its toll on her. she is much weaker, and no one expect her to live long.
she ends up living for eight more years anyways on pure determination alone.
she raises rin carefully, teaching him how to control his flames and his strength. how to be kind to others, even if they aren't kind to him. rin grows up with a mother who is physically frail, so he learns to be gentle because he doesn't want to hurt her.
shiro becomes paladin. he visits yuri whenever he can- and at first, he's really just here for her. he still thinks she's crazy for thinking she can tame her demon son, considering what happened with satan. but eventually, he comes to understand that rin isn't his father.
(yuri learns from her mistakes. she doesn't repeat them with rin.)
yuri's health takes a turn for the worse in the twins' seventh year. she passes away after their eighth birthday. there's mutters in the Vatican about finally getting rid of satan's spawn.
shiro is not going to let that happen, so warily takes some advice from Mephisto. he doesn't trust him one bit, confident he's playing at some kind of long game, but he promised yuri he'd protect both of her children, and he intends to do just that.
he ends up making rin his familiar.
(he holds rin's hands and makes him promise that he'll never use his flames on humans, unless its an absolute emergency. the boy's spiral eyes are just like his father's as he looks at him, but the person behind them couldn't be less like his father if he tried. rin promises.)
for the first time since he was born, rin leaves the room he was confined in for so long. he's going to finally meet his little brother that he's heard so much about.
he has to wear a weird, itchy bracelet to do it, though. it's supposed to make him look completely human to even people who have a mashou. mephisto made it.
(it's a rosary, because mephisto is determined to be an ironic little shithead at all times.)
his mom named him rinka. when he goes to live among humans, shiro gives him the name okumura rin.
fujimoto yukio meets his twin brother for the first time when he's eight years old. he's a strange kid, and it takes him awhile to get used to his presence at the monastery. there's something almost... disquieting about him, but that feeling fades over time.
rin doesn't go to school. everyone agrees that's probably a terrible idea. yuri taught him how to read and write. shiro tries to teach him the other subjects, but rin's not very interested.
(he is interested in cooking, though. lifehack: teach the demon kid you are now raising how to do math via cooking.)
rin keeps his bracelet on at all times around the monastery. he only takes it off when shiro needs rinka.
yukio does not grow up seeing demons. he has been blind in his left eye since birth- but that all changes after an encounter with a demon right before he moves into the true cross dorms. he doesn't remember much of what happened. all he knows is that rin saved him.
he learns demons are real, and that his father is an exorcist. and that rin has known about this all along, because he's been able to see demons his whole life. shiro grits his teeth, and decides to enroll yukio in cram school, with apologies to yuri.
(he has a bad feeling that yukio's encounter with that demon wasn't simply chance. the demon sight that mephisto sealed away is back- and with it, the vision in yukio's left eye.)
shiro doesn't tell yukio about his origins, nor that of his brother's. most of the exorcist world has forgotten that yuri egin ever had twins. only a few choice people who lived through that event are aware of this fact. there's only one son of Satan, and he is the paladin's familiar now. that's common knowledge.
mephisto: hm. I have a good idea. let's enroll rin at true cross academy as well!
rin, who has never gone to school in his life: i'm sorry what.
mephisto: you'll be able to protect your brother that way!
(shiro watches yukio at cram school. rin watches him at regular school. but also at cram school, because he's there too as shiro's familiar rinka. yukio just doesn't know that part.)
(at least he finally gets an excuse to wear that cool mask he bought that covers the lower half of his face. otherwise yukio would 100% recognize him. and he very much does not want that. he'd like to stay human in yukio's eyes for at least a little longer.)
#the first time rin meets yukio as rinka his brother looks at him with the same fear he looks at every demon with#and it stings. but he tries not to take it personally.#all the more reason to make sure yukio never figures it out!#white phosphorus au
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the way that when mulder sees his dad in colony he reaches out to hug him
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and gets cut off with a handshake
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is so sad to me because the next time that mulder goes to see his dad, in anasazi, he instantly shakes his hand
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he just notices and internalizes everything around him and the way people respond to him and what people want from him, and moments like this where heâs remembering and acting out of that learned information, are so telling
#itâs whatâs so sad about how genuinely kind and compassionate he is#and how much he trusts and believes in practically everyone#because he SEES the world and he understands it and he takes in the way that people treat him#and heâs literally never been anything but neglected and abused#not since samantha and until scully#he observes and notices literally everything and alters his behavior and intentions accordingly#but none of the horrible things that he sees or that he internalizes being done to him make him stop just loving the world#and being dedicated to people#you know?????#yâall know what iâm trying to say????#he also is so cognizant of taking notice of peopleâs boundaries and what they want his place in their life to be#it makes me so crazy that he remembers and knows that his dad doesnât want to hug him#and he still reaches his hand out first#to give that connection that his dad /is/ open to#anasazi#colony#txf.txt
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They're soulmates in every single universe and I miss them at the most random times.
#my characters#haha funny thing is that venus doesnt even exist in base plot she is ONLY for AUs#in base plot ego the ginger guy is a prince and serenity the navy haired guy is an energy alien#and serenity takes on the form of a human to be fake engaged to ego and its never meant to actually end up with them married#but serenity falls in love with the prince and feels immense guilt when they meet up#and then ego is like HAHA YEAH my life is the greatest cause i get to marry my best friend but technically youre best friend by default#since i have zero other friends because i cannot leave the castle which kinda sucks but whatever#and serenity can give his life force to others to keep them healthy and usually stops by to heal egos younger brother#so he looks tired a lot bc he is depleting his own life to help others#and and in au versions hes just chronically tired and very much in love with ego who is completely oblivious#and half the time they (bc theyre mine) are pining mutually thinking ahaha theres no WAY hed like me#or in egos case a lot of the time in the au its what if he only likes me cause i spoil him rotten bc im super wealthy and i love gifting#and serenity ! in base plot since he is an alien from like... space.... basically... another realm#he resides with another royal family in a different kingdom and the king there treats him like a son#which plays into the au versions where serenity is adopted and he just really loves his dad a lot#like really admires the man who adopted him and raised him as a single father who almost always has a connection to egos dad since#in base theyre just two kings being buddies and trying to get good relations between their kingdoms#but anyway ego is one of the few ocs i have that will actively say#I LOVE YOU SO MUCH : D very openly and i love that for him??#not a lot of my ocs will be that open about their feelings but ego is very good at communication and talking and stuff#compared to serenity who is an alien who doesnt even have to talk where he originated bc the aliens are just blue energy blobs#and they sense each other and communicate silently#so making him take a human form is like MMMM not sure how to interact like a normal human tbh#i owe art to one person then i am able to get back to indulgent stuff for me and reqs and stuff#this was just so i had something to post today since idk if the art i owe someone will be cool to post or not
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"Who's your new teacher?"
Synopsis: Toji meets Megumi's new preschool teacher and immediately develops a crush.
Pairings: single dad! toji x f! reader
Wc: 2.3K
Contains: plenty of fluff, crack, a tiny bit of angst, megumi is four, tsumiki is seven, toji is still toji (but like he's soft for his kids and he takes care of them), reader is a preschool teacher, reader and toji are around the same age, toji being soft, mentions of shiu, shiu and toji work together, shiu being an idiot (lol sorry he'll get love in another fic) , everyone is happy bc I said so
a/n: omg, first fic, we made it! barely proofread, sorry for mistakes. also, tysm for 1,000 followers here! the other two fics that were on that poll will be coming soon!
update: pt 2 here
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Tojiâs Fushiguroâs muscles ache. The job he took was harder than he anticipated, and it took way longer than it was supposed to. After confirming that the payment from the job is in his account, he calls Shiu Kong so he could check in on the kids. âAbout damn time,â Shiu scoffs when the line connects. âI was beginning to think I wouldnât hear from you until sunrise.âÂ
âJobâs done,â Toji says as he gets into his car, settling into the driversâ seat with an exhausted sigh. âI hear the TV in the background. Better be cartoons or something age-appropriate.âÂ
Shiu laughs. âOf course, what else? âM not getting cussed out by you. Anyway, you cominâ back with Megumi? Canât believe you took him on the job with you. Once youâre back, I can get out of here.âÂ
Tojiâs heart nearly stops. He sits up in his seat, gripping the phone so hard that the screen nearly cracks from his strength. âThe fuck did you just say?âÂ
âHuh?âÂ
âMegumi isnât with you?!â Tojiâs voice booms in the car. On the other line, he hears Shiu gulp. âI⌠I thought he was with you.âÂ
âYou idiot! I asked you to pick him up from preschool around the same time you pick up Tsumiki from her school because I knew this would take a while!âÂ
âYou did?!â Shiu asks, and then it goes quiet; him more than likely flipping through his messages to double check. â...Shit,â he breathes out.Â
Toji inhales sharply, then exhales shakily in an attempt to calm the rage, and even the fear that pools in his gut. âIf anything has happened to my fucking son, Kong, I will murder you and make your death look like an accident. Keep an eye on Tsumiki.âÂ
âFushiguro, I swear, I-â Toji hangs up before Shiu can explain himself further, then he starts the car.Â
He grips the steering wheel hard, and his breathing picks up as his mind spins with every horrific scenario possible. The preschool closes at six thirty. It was close to nine. He didnât see any missed calls from them. On a normal day, heâd be done before work with plenty of time to pick up his four year-old son, but todayâs job was far more difficult and required more time.Â
The car speeds down the street leading to his destination. Heâs half-expecting to see Megumi sitting outside with his backpack, clinging to his dog plushie and crying. Or worse, heâs not there at all; because this world is full of terrible people, and they wonât hesitate to steal a small, unsupervised boy. His heart aches at the thought, and he shoves it away before he feels the need to throw up. Heâll be okay, he thinks to himself. Everything is going to be fine.Â
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When Toji arrives at the preschool, he rushedly parks lopsidedly in the lot, then exits the car. His eyes scan the steps leading up to the front, and when he doesnât see Megumi outside, he rushes to the door.Â
He sees a security guard in a booth, and before Toji can even ask any questions, the guard gives him a small smile and nod, pressing a button that unlocks the door to the preschool with a click. Tojiâs shoulders slump in relief. They were expecting him. That meant Megumi is still here and safe.Â
Toji nods back at the guard in thanks, and rushes down the dimly-lit hallway. He sees a light coming from a classroom that still has its door open, and he slows his steps when he hears a child giggling. His child.Â
Then itâs followed up by a beautiful, melodic laugh that makes him stop in his tracks. Itâs a lovely sound; one that his heart skips to, and one that gently rings in his ears even plenty of seconds after it stops.Â
Toji peeks into the classroom to see Megumi comfortably resting in a pillow fort, and you, kneeling beside a lamp and using your hands to make shadow puppets on the wall to entertain him. âAlright,â you say softly as you rearrange your hands and fingers. âWhatâs this one?âÂ
You smile as you watch Megumi hum thoughtfully, and Toji is transfixed by you. Who are you? Where did you come from? Since when did Megumi get a new teacher? Why is your smile so bright and so beautiful that the sun would envy? Why is his heart beating wildly in his chest at the sight of you? Fuck, why is he staring?Â
âOoh!â Megumi gasps as he figures out the animal you made with your hands. âRabbit!âÂ
âCorrect, great job!â You reach forward and give him a high-five. âI think youâll really like this next one,â you say, and Megumi giggles again as he sits up, completely focused and ready to guess. âReady?â You ask, and the boy nods.Â
Toji crosses his arms, quietly leans against the door of the classroom, and watches, unaware of the soft smile that creeps onto his face. When you put your hands in front of the light, and the shape of the animal displays in front of Megumi, he squeals excitedly and stands up. âDoggy!â He shouts with a wide grin and pulls up his favorite dog plushie that he takes with him everywhere, imitating the sounds a dog would make. You break out into laughter, and Toji nearly stops breathing so he can fully take in the sound of it again.
Beautiful, he thinks. Youâre so fucking beautiful.Â
Megumiâs eyes flicker towards the door, and he gasps before running as fast as he can towards Toji. âPapa!âÂ
âHey, Megs.â Toji kneels down, hugs the small boy against his chest before picking him up in his strong arms, sighing in relief as he runs a hand through his dark hair. Heâs okay, and he doesnât look too upset that he was here for this long. âIâm so sorry Iâm late. Are you alright?âÂ
âYeah!â Megumi pulls away, then gestures towards you, who watched the tender reunion with a sweet smile. âMs. [Y/L/N] played so many fun games with me!âÂ
âAw, Iâm so happy you had fun, Megumi.â You take a step closer so youâre standing in front of Toji, slightly lifting your head upward to meet his eyes due to his height. âWe tried calling you, but your phone went straight to voicemail. Megumi said that it does that sometimes. He took a nap earlier, but Iâm sure heâll be sleepy soon after all of those games. I also gave him dinner earlier.âÂ
âThatâs⌠I just-â Toji struggles to find words, especially when you slightly tilt your head to the side and blink slowly. He exhales, then snaps himself out of his daze. âThank you so much,â he says. âAre you new? I swear, Iâm not usually this late.â Great. Megumiâs pretty teacher might think Iâm just the worst parent on this damn planet.Â
You nod. âYes, Iâm new. Today was my first day with this angel,â You use a finger to gently boop Megumiâs nose, and he smiles, shyly burying his face into Tojiâs shoulder, âand the other kids. I figured you mightâve been held up at work or something. Itâs okay. Things happen. Besides, heâs such a well-behaved kid. I didnât mind spending this much time with him.âÂ
Toji places Megumi on the ground, then gently taps his shoulder. âLetâs grab your stuff, okay?â As he helps Megumi pack his backpack, Toji bites back a smile when he sees you watching him out of the corner of his eye. He notes the way you fiddle with your hands and avert your gaze after catching yourself.Â
You walk over to your desk and open a drawer, pulling out three suckers from a sealed jar. Once Megumi had all of his things packed, you kneel before him, handing him the suckers one by one. âHere you go. One for you, one for your sister, and one for your dad. I can tell he works really, really hard.âÂ
Toji doesnât hide his smile this time; it was impossible, especially when Megumi accepts them excitedly. âCandy! Thank you!â He hugs you gently, and you return it, rubbing your hand up and down his back. âYouâre so welcome. Thanks for being so sweet today. You made my first day so fun.âÂ
A muffled gasp coming from outside has the three of you looking towards the window. Toji sees Tsumikiâs face squished against the glass with her usual, excited smile, and Shiu Kong standing beside her, looking relieved when he sees Megumi safe and sound. He purposely avoids Tojiâs glare.Â
The sound of Megumiâs small yawn gets his attention, and Tojiâs gaze softens when the boy rubs his tired eyes. âAw, âm sorry. Itâs past your bedtime. Letâs get you home.â He leans down to pick him up again, and once you have your belongings, the two of you leave the building together.Â
When you three make it outside, you face Toji and Megumi. âIâll see you tomorrow, Megumi,â you say quietly to him, who is slowly beginning to drift off. Then you look up at Toji, who is softly smiling at you. âAnd Iâll see you tomorrow, too, right?â You ask.
âYeah, you will.âÂ
You wave goodbye, and Toji makes sure you get into your car safely. âHey, Megs,â Toji gently shakes Megumi as he watches you drive out of the parking lot. âDo you know her name?âÂ
âMs. [Y/L/N]âÂ
He chuckles. âNo, kid, her first name.âÂ
âI dunno,â Megumi mumbles before closing his eyes and resting his cheek on Tojiâs shoulder. âSleepy, papa.âÂ
âAh, there they are!â Shiu exclaims, and Toji wouldâve thrown a punch if his son wasnât in his arms, and if his seven year-old daughter wasnât happily skipping towards him. âHi, papa!âÂ
âHi, sweets, how was school today?âÂ
âGood,â Tsumiki says, then grins mischievously as she points to the spot where your car was just a minute ago. âYou like her!â She teases. âYou wanna hug her and kiss her and give her chocolates!âÂ
âAlright, you.â Toji rolls his eyes and laughs softly as he uses his free arm to lift up a giggly Tsumiki, then presses a kiss to her forehead. âBoth of you should be in bed. Letâs get home.âÂ
âAw, okay.â Tsumiki then leans forward to gently kiss her sleeping baby brotherâs cheek. âNight, Gumi.âÂ
Toji secures both Tsumiki and Megumi in his car, and then faces Shiu, who is smiling nervously. âWell, look at that. Megumiâs doing great and you even developed a crush. How cute. Allâs well that ends well.âÂ
âVery cute, but guess what?âÂ
âWhat?âÂ
Toji finally throws a swift punch at Shiuâs jaw, greatly holding back his strength so it wouldnât break. Shiu stumbles, then groans, cupping his face with his hands. âOkay, fine, I deserved that.âÂ
âDamn right,â Toji says as he opens the door to the driverâs seat. âSee you later.âÂ
â
Toji almost never stresses about his appearance in the mornings. After all, it was just dropping off the kids. But this morning, he frets over which shirt would look better with the jeans he picked out, if he should wear a different type of cologne, or if he should slick his hair back.Â
All because heâs seeing you again.Â
He decides to skip the new cologne and go for his usual, simple one, dresses in a dark shirt to match the jeans, and also ditches the idea of slicking his hair. Once the kids are ready for the day, he leaves early and goes to a coffee shop to pick up a medium cup of coffee. First, he drops Tsumiki off at school, then he takes Megumi to preschool.Â
Toji spots you almost immediately. You were out in the front amongst the other preschool teachers, parents and their kids, wearing a gorgeous yellow top and simple blue jeans. When you see Toji and Megumi approaching, you pause your conversation with your coworker and walk over to them. Toji decides that he likes that, and that he loves the way you kneel in front of Megumi to meet his eye level, telling him good morning and asking if he was excited for the day.Â
You raise to your feet, Toji hands you the cup of coffee he purchased earlier. âFor you,â he says, âAs a thank you for everything yesterday.âÂ
âAw.â Your eyes light up as you accept the cup. âMr. Fushiguro, thisââÂ
âToji,â he corrects softly, and he ignores the way his heart stutters when your smile grows.Â
âWell, Toji, this is lovely. Thank you so much.âÂ
âI never caught your name last night.âÂ
You tell him your name, and Toji tests it once. From the way you shyly avert your gaze, he can tell you that like the way it sounds in his voice. Megumi clears his throat, and Toji looks down to see him staring up at him, his brow raised in suspicion. âYou never stay this long. Donât you have to go to work?âÂ
Damn, kid. Thought we were on the same team.Â
You laugh as Toji rolls his eyes and sticks his tongue out at Megumiâa gesture that the four year-old returns immediately. âWell, heâs right, gotta get going,â Toji says, looking back up at you. âIâll see you later?âÂ
âYes.â You nod, then point to the warm cup in your hands. âThanks again for the coffee. Have a great day at work.âÂ
âYou too.â Toji then gently ruffles Megumiâs hair. âBe good.âÂ
He doesnât realize how big heâs smiling until heâs back in the car, and he sighs as he remembers Shiuâs words from the night before. A crush. That word seems so silly. Heâs not a teen in high school. Toji looks up just in time to watch you take Megumiâs hand and lead him inside the building with the other children, and he chuckles to himself as he starts the car up.
Maybe âsillyâ was okay when youâre this pretty.
#i love soft toji#toji fushiguro#toji fushigro x reader#toji x reader#jjk#jjk fluff#toji fluff#posts by rey <3#written by rey <3#jujutsu kaisen
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i have a clinical problem when it comes to dad!chan...
some call it breeding knk i call it awesomeness :>
(this is me terribly requesting some sort of fluffy of smutty dad!chan (or all members) fic ><)
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spent an hour looking at Chan pics on Pinterest look what youâve done to me cw. reader & Chan has 2 kids, breeding lol, & super fluffy.
The thing about dad! Chan is that when he fucks you he always does it with the intention of knocking you up all over again. I mean, youâve already given him 2 perfect angels whatâs the harm in one more⌠or two maybe? Chanâs currently aiming for 6 (audible gasp). But heâs having you bent in all kinds of positions, trying with all his might to reach the deepest parts of you, he is practically in your stomach from how far heâs reaching. Slowly pushing in and out of you, doing his best to keep control when all he wants to do is spill into you and give you another lil baby.
âChannie⌠f-fuck, canât do it anymoreâŚâ Youâre all dizzy as he holds your hips down, big hands pressing hard into your soft, supple flesh. Youâre clawing at his chest eagerly, begging for some kind of relief.
âYes, ya can,â Chan encourages, dropping his head on your shoulder to stare down at where two bodies connected, again and again. Entranced by the way all of him fit so snugly inside of you, so effortlessly. You whimpered softly, all sensitive from yet another oncoming orgasm, âLook at how good my baby is taking me⌠all pretty and eager for Channie, hm?â His Australian accent is seeping with sex, dripping from his lips like melted candy and onto your heated skin, only making you more uncontrollably horny. Youâre clenching hard; the feeling of his cock dragging over your walls was dizzying, and the urge to cum was approaching fast. You needed this.
With the way Chan was grunting, though, he needed this more, âMâ gonna knock you up all over again, yeah? Make you all pretty with my baby,â Chan pants, his plump lips fast to kiss all over your face and jaw, down your neck like a canvas for him to paint. His movements are quickening now, your eyes fluttering shut with every deep push into you. Youâre making the most disgusting sounds at his promises, pussy convulsing around him so hard he curses in a litany. Chan picks up the pace, the wet squelch of your bodies meeting lewd and music to his ears. You swallow hard, dry throat and wet eyes as a fat tear slid down your face. You clutched his shoulder, âMm, Ch-Chan, youâre soââ
âFeel that? Feel how deep I am?â Chan is groaning as your pussy flutters around him, âYou close, mama? Gonna take all my cum, yeah?â Heâs smirking, pretty eyes falling shut as your orgasm sends him into his; his fingers dancing over to yours, lacing into them softly as your little mewls became slow breaths. His hips still, you can feel every drop of him empty into your womb, so filling and so good.
âThatâs my girl,â Chan kisses your wrist, squeezing the hand he was holding in reassurance, âPretty mama..â Heâs kissing you again, down your arm, across your chest, cupping your face with his free hand and leaning in to give you the sloppiest, slow kiss of your life. Tender pace and soft lips making you whine against his lips.
âChan⌠itâs too soon to be having another baby,â You spoke softly, eyes practically closed shut as you tried not to moan with the way he was stilled deep inside of you. Chan almost smiles, pressing his hands at the fat of your thighs and lifting them up, up, up until they laid beside your head, stretching you. You actually moan this time, placing your palm flat against his chest, âFâŚfuck, Chan.â You warned.
âHm? Mâ just making sure this takesâŚâ Heâs grinning, slithering a hand between your bodies and finding your oh-so sensitive clit. âYou just look so pretty swollen with my kid,â His big arms hold your legs up as he leans forward, ghosting your lips with his, âLet me fuck a baby into you, mama. CâmonâŚâ
You kiss back, open mouthed and messy as your hands glide up his back. Itâs so slow and tedious, signaling for him to draw his hips back further, stuffing his length back into you in a tender rhythm. Your eyes began rolling back at the sound of his merciless pleas.
âSh-shit, yes,â You pleaded, clawing into his skin roughly as your orgasm prolonged, âChannie⌠need it, please, please, pleaseââ He shut you up with another firm kiss on the mouth, his tongue exploring yours, spit leaking down the slit of your mouth lewdly as you mewled into his jaw. Chan held you down on his cock, a sudden bursting moan escaped from his throat, giving you something to swallow as his thick ropes of cum filled your aching hole. You felt full, swollen to the brim and sensitive all over. Your eyes watery, slipping down tears that stung your heated skin. Your heaving chest synced with Chanâs as he collapsed onto you, his face nuzzled into the side of your head.
You were about to speak, saying something about how he was cutting off your oxygen by the way he was laid over you, but he got up, reaching over for a small throw pillow and stuffing it under your hips, giggling to himself.
âBaby number 3, here we goâŚâ Chan said with the dorkiest grin, you couldnât help but grin back, rolling your eyes.
#feat. chan .á#lowkey blacked out writing this#skz smut#stray kids smut#skz bang chan#bang chan oneshot#bang chan smut#skz imagines#stray kids oneshot#stray kids bang chan#bang chan scenarios
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Red Or Papaya : ĚĚâ Lando Norris
summary: when fred vasseur starts hanging out at mclaren, people are wondering why. little do people know thereâs a little connection joining these together into an unlikely friendship
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f1gossip: fans are questioning why ferrari team principal fred vasseur was found in the mclaren garage over the weekend, inviting himself to be of the celebrations for lando norrisâ maiden victory.
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username1: i don't get it, why would you celebrate with a rival team?? đ¤
username2: it's the big smile on his face for me... đ
username3: i did not have this on my bingo card wtf is going on
username4: is there something going on here that we don't know about?
username5: have i blinked and missed a chapter or something? đ¤Ż
username6: pls tell me someone can make sense of this, the most unlikely friendship ever
username7: has he not got his own team to be celebrating a podium with?
username8: i've been staring at these photos for hours and i still don't get it
landonorris: idk what youâre implyingâŚclearly Iâm just a popular guy đđ¤ˇđť
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ynvasseur: finishing the season with a little company on my summer adventures this year đâď¸
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alexandrasaintmleux: and here i was thinking i was gonna get to spend my summer with you đ
ynvasseur: @/alexandrasaintmleux don't tell lando but i plan on bailing just for you
username9: how have they managed to keep this a secret from us all season
landonorris: gonna be the best summer break ever! đŤśđť
ynvasseur: @/landonorris cannot wait to spend nonstop sunny days with you đđ
username10: well...at least now we know why fred and lando are besties
charles_leclerc: sorry have you forgotten the team that your dad is principal for??? đ
username11: the only mclaren x ferrari crossover i support is carlando
username12: i don't understand how none of us have picked up on this
carlossainz55: hello traitor đ
ynvasseur: @/carlossainz55 says the man who's driven for most of the teams on the grid wow đââď¸
carlossainz55: @/ynvasseur gotta pay the bills somehow kiddo
username13: i can't deal with how cute these photos are omg
username14: no one speak to me for the foreseeable whilst i get over this đ
oscarpiastri: can you make sure that he comes back in one piece please đ
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britishgq: in this weekâs edition we catch up with f1 driver lando norris who opens up about his new relationship with the daughter of ferrariâs team principal yn vasseur đŹđ§đď¸
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username15: obsessed with the fact it was carlos that actually introduced the two of them
username16: he actually sounds like he's so in love this is adorable
landonorris: thank you for a great time british gq!! â¤ď¸
username17: thank you gq for giving us all the gossip we've been searching for
username18: not carlos setting lando up like a proud dad đ
danielricciardo: how is an article the way Iâm finding out about this relationship đ
username19: i think daniel might've been sleeping under a rock
username20: okay but who does yn support in the constructors next year now?? đ¤
username21: he's literally gushing about her, look how happy he is with her!!
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mclaren: yn vasseur found hanging around the mclaren garage, does this mean sheâs ours now? @/scuderiaferrari
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username22: ferrari come and get your girl...
landonorris: not even safe in my own garage from pap like photos đ¤Śđťââď¸
mclaren: @/landonorris admin sends their apologies
username23: i'm so happy they feel comfortable enough to be public with each other now
oscarpiastri: welcome to the best team in the paddock yn đ¤
username24: the way he hides his face in his neck omg lando
username25: the hottest couple to ever appear on the grid, no one can argue with me on that
danielricciardo: since when were mclaren such a team of stalkers lmao đđđ
username26: just imagine the ferrari admin having a breakdown seeing these photos
username27: is this a transition to papaya that we're seeing before us?? đ§Ą
ynvasseur: damn i thought you guys were supposed to protect me not throw me under the bus
username28: lando can't even breathe around his own team anymore hahah
scudieraferrari: oh it's on, we're not giving yn up without a fight
mclaren: @/scuderiaferrari when you catch us up in the constructors we'll answer your calls...
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ynvasseur: i call these photos sneaking into the oppositionâs garage and hiding from your dad đ
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username29: stop the way he looks at herâŚ
landonorris: calling security to get you outta here stalker
ynvasseur: @/landonorris that's alright, i'll just head back over to ferrari â¤ď¸
landonorris: @/ynvasseur wait i'm sorry come back!!! đ§Ą
username30: as if fred would ever stop yn from going to see the love of her life
maxverstappen1: why are you turning a grown man into a squishy baby wtf is happening here
username31: I watched the interview for the first pic earlier and his face lit up as soon as he saw yn
carmenmmundt: come and visit me like you come and visit lando
ynvasseur: @/carmenmmundt i'm on my way bby đđťââď¸
username32: I wish I had a guy who looked at me like this too
oscarpiastri: this kid has not stopped talking about you since you showed up at the garage today đĽş
username33: not yn still calling mclaren the oppositionâŚsheâs a ferrari girl still!!
username34: @/username33 she's still bitter at them for peeping on her and lando lmao
georgerussell63: i second oscar here pls tell your boyfriend to change the record
username35: his smile has me feeling things ngl
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ynvasseur: what ferrari want you to see vs what I get to seeâŚi promise my dad and lando are friends đĽşđť
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username36: carlando is still in my heart sorry fred đŤśđť
carlossainz55: i for one am disgusted that ferrari would try and crop papa vasseur out like this...
ynvasseur: @/carlossainz55 thank you for your love and support during these tricky times
username37: i love how fred just canât stay away whenever lando is near
scuderiaferrari: admin says to stop exposing our posts like this đ
username38: theyâve got such a special friendship this is adorable
iamrebeccad: can you tell carlos to stop nattering with your boyfriend and get back to the garage so we can go home
ynvasseur: @/iamrebeccad sorry but carlando are refusing to separate
username39: is that fred giving lando a beer two wtf đđ
landonorris: no one can deny that fred vasseur now officially loves me more than his own drivers
username40: poor carlos third wheeling the true friendship here đ
oscarpiastri: wondering where my team mate is only to see he's gone back to his ex
danielricciardo: @/oscarpiastri he'll flirt with anyone that guy
username41: ferrari stop depriving us of sweet son in law lando content pls
username42: the look in fredâs eyes, a proud dad if I ever saw one â¤ď¸
charles_leclerc: patiently waiting for fred to invite me for a beer like he does lando like... đ
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landonorris: we couldnât decide on red or orange so we settled on blue đ
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username43: itâs not fair how adorable these two areâŚ
carlossainz55: someone just pass me the sick bucket now please
username44: imagine being poor yn and having to pick a side đ
maxverstappen1: does that mean you supportâŚred bull???
landonorris: @/maxverstappen1 absolutely not stfu đ¤Ž
username45: forever my fave couple in the paddock
username46: itâs a good job blue suits you guys so well! đ
ynvasseur: the only person i'd wear any other colour but red for
username47: fred must be so happy his daughter has found such a good guy in lando
danielricciardo: tell me you're a secret red bull fan without telling me you're a secret red bull fan đ¤ˇđť
ynvasseur: @/danielricciardo đđťđđťđđť
username48: if these two ever breakup i will officially give up on love
charles_leclerc: i hope you look after our girl norris
landonorris: @/charles_leclerc i'll treat her like the queen that she is dw đ
username49: yn really is winning at life isnât she
username50: look at their faces my heart is racing đ
oscarpiastri: can you put yn down and hurry your ass up to briefing now
ËËË đđđđđđđđđđ ! ´ËË
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â Ë・â๨ŕ§Ë Spice Up Your Life
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⼠pairing: max verstappen x fem!beckham!model!reader
⼠synopsis: youâre the daughter of victoria and david beckham. ginger spice, aka geri halliwell and the wife of red bull principal was in a pop group with your mom, allowing you to visit the paddock frequently and meet the one and only max verstappen.
⼠smau - fc: isabelle mathers + girls on pinterest - as always none of the pictures are mine <3
⼠warnings: swearing !!!
⼠a/n: ft. a few familiar footballers and no horner
-August 2024-
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ynbeckham home sweet home
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judebellingham iâll let the united kit slide for now
ynbeckham đŠââ¤ď¸âđâđ¨
user7 i need more judeyn content
k.mbappe @/ynbeckham your dad played for madrid too you know
ynbeckham @/k.mbappe yea i know
vinijr damn đ
ynbeckham i love you guys I swear đŤś
manchesterunited welcome back
ynbeckham letâs start the season strong đŞ
user1 she is her
user6 letâs go man u girlies
user2 stop it why is @/maxverstappen in her likes?
user3 because he has good taste?
user5 iâve seen yn at madrid games sitting next to carlos so maybe max has seen her đ¤ˇââď¸
user7 @/user5 itâs that versainz influence
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ynbeckham madrid
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erling awh she even wore your kit
judebellingham i know đ
user1 bet max wishes she was wearing his number lol
carlossainz55 @/ynbeckham i knew youâd come around eventually
ynbeckham peer pressure
realmadrid @/ynbeckham you love us
ynbeckham @/realmadrid i do đ
user2 i LOVED seeing david & victoria there with yn
user3 right! it was so sweet
user4 the way they were cheering on jude too đĽš
user5 idk anything about the judeyn loreâŚ
user4 @/user5 i gotchu! with davud being who he is yn had immediate connections to the world of football. madrid and united are the two teams most people know him from so yn quickly made friends with a lot of the players like jude!
maxverstappen1 feels like everyone was there except me đ
ynbeckham you didnât miss out on too much but you should totally come down to the pitch one day đ
maxverstappen1 @/ynbeckham maybe i can just invite you over to the paddock this weekend?
ynbeckham @/maxverstappen1 ill check my schedule
user7 SMOOTH
user8 stop it did max just pick up yn in her comment section đ
â§Ë °. Ýâ âš . ÝË . Ýâ§âË . Ýâ âš . ÝË . ÝË°â§
You pulled an already opened white envelope from your counter and spoke directly to your phone, which was recording you.
"I'm sure we've all seen the Max comments, everyone was raving about it. What I want to know is... who told her?" you pointed at the camera, sunlight reflecting off of the charms on your nails.
"I got this letter from Geri with a Red Bull paddock pass inside," you stated, pulling the lanyard out of the envelope. You flipped the pass ID over to show the camera up close, "Valid for: All Days."
You stepped back from the camera with a knowing look on your face, putting your hands on your hips.
You tilted your head, "I guess I'll see you in Monza."
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user1 she wasnât joking đ sheâs actually in monza
user2 whatever max wants max gets
davidbeckham iâll be in the mercedes garage if you need me x
ynbeckham ok đâď¸
redbullracing @/davidbeckham you wonât be joining us?
davidbeckham @/redbullracing maybe iâd join you if i had a valid pass like yn
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user3 THEY DIDNT EVEN GIVE HIM PASSES HAHAHAHDJDJD
user5 no fucking wonder heâs hanging out at mclaren and mercedes đ
user7 gonna need someone out there to record her and max's meeting tbh
gerihalliwell glad to see you put the paddock pass to use! can't wait to see @/victoriabeckham in Vegas <3
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user9 you couldn't get david passes too?
gerihalliwell I got 2 to give away... my hands are tied
user12 double it and give it to the next disgruntled dad
user8 lets go spice girls vegas reunion
user10 if they're gonna make vegas a whole thing we might as well have geri and victoria sing like they did in '97 for the mclaren car launch
user14 the f1 spice girls lore runs so deep
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-Post Race Interview-
âMax how did you feel about your race today?â
âUhm,â he scratched his head. âDefinitely could have done better, the car couldâve been better, but you know congrats to Charles.â
âI saw the Beckhams in the paddock today. How do you feel about Y/n cheering you on in your garage today?â
âIt felt great you know? Iâve always wanted to meet her and her family. Iâve talked to two of the spice girls now so weâre getting close to crossing that off the bucket list.â he laughed.Â
âAlright, thank you Max,â the interviewer said and he walked off.
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ynbeckham adorando il mio tempo qui in Italia đŽđš @/charlesleclerc congrats on the win, i know tifosi is proud !! @/maxverstappen1 it was truly great to meet you, i hope we run into each other again soon <3
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redbullracing we were glad to have you in the paddock yn!
ynbeckham thank you so much for having me <3
judebellingham you better invite me next time
redbullracing @/judebellingham iâll try my best tođŤĄ
k.mbappe @/redbullracing if you invite him you have to invite the whole team otherwise itâs just unfair
redbullracing itâs just an inchident
user1 oh and you just know max is shaking right now
charles_leclerc he dropped his phone
maxverstappen1 @/charles_leclerc delete this
user2 seems like max wonât be following charles on insta any time soon
user3 i loved seeing her in the paddock today! i donât think iâve seen her at any events other than for modeling or footy
user5 hopefully sheâll keep coming back
scuderiaferrari tifosi is definitely proud of charles! iâm sure theyâd be happy to see you one day in our garage @/ynbeckham đ
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redbullracing @/scuderiaferrari stop trying to steal our new mascot you already have leo and now roscoe
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bellahadid cant wait to see you walk â¤ď¸
judebellingham still upset I wasnt invited but whatever
k.mbappe yeah get in line
user1 you are SO stunning
maxverstappen1 can't wait to see you
ynbeckham đŤś
user2 wait a damn minute max is gonna be there?
user3 or does he just mean see her again in general lmao đ
user2 @/user3 why would he mean that?
user3 @/user2 I dunno he posts comments like they're private texts
user7 why are we not freaking out over the heart yn posted
user6 maxyn crumbs
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versace a collection unapologetically positive and authentically Very VersaceâŚ
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ynbeckham it was an absolute honor <3
francisca.cgomes you looked stunning đ
ynbeckham thank you kika đ
user8 the three of them ate the runway up
landonorris hire me next
ynbeckham I think max would make the perfect model đ
landonorris ...
user2 shes whipped for him
user3 is she wrong tho
gigihadid great to see you again Lewis <3 its been a long time
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user7 hang on let them cook
user12 yns dress >>
user5 lewis is completing his side quests rn
judebellingham our girl walked a runway đĽš
vinjir shes all grown up
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ynbeckham GUESS WHO HAS A DATE
judebellingham it was about time
user1 whoever it is wife her up
carlossainz55 if iâm the date does that mean we get to go to a madrid game
ynbeckham @/carlossainz55 wow using me for clout much
maxverstappen @/ynbeckham @/carlossainz55 couldnât be me
user2 MAX đ
user3 max is putting in the WORK
user5 wait a minute does this mean her date is not max?
user7 wdym?
user5 he didnât like the post and sure he commented but certainly he wouldnât still be trying to put moves on her is they were already going outâŚ
user6 @/user5 you better be lying đ
user10 NO please I need maxyn
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maxverstappen1 a much needed vacation before vegas
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user1 max blink twice if you need help đ°
user2 iâm really starting to lose hope in maxyn
user3 why was he at versace then?
user4 i dunno having the seven time world champ and the two current champ contenders there is good for business maybe?
user5 yn is still going to vegas tho
user6 she could just be going there for her mom and geri
user7 guys..
user10 no please they were just flirting in comments like two days ago
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ynbeckham itâs race weekend! how are we feeling?
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manchesterunited feeling like you abandoned us :/
user10 i canât believe sheâs missing united vs city for this đ
ynbeckham i have to support my man this comment has been deleted
user1 yn we need a vegas vlog đŠ
user2 spice girls reunion go crazy in the chat
gigihadid iâll see you again soon <3
ynbeckham <3
judebellingham wish i could be there
ynbeckham call me when your season is over
user3 judeynâŚ
user7 guys what if sheâs dating jude
judebellingham @/user7 i can confidently say sheâs not
user7 @/judebellingham but what if thatâs a cover up đŤŁ
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f1 for the second time in a row max vestappen has won the vegas grand prix
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ynbeckham @/maxverstappen1 iâm so proud of you. love you so much â¤ď¸
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user3 MAXYN IS REAL
user7 i just dropped my phone
user10 i fell to the ground
user4 this is what weâve been waiting for
user7 congratulations max đŤś
ynbeckham DU DU DU DU MAX VERSTAPPEN
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francisca.cgomes you two are so cute together đĽš
user1 stop it theyâre so adorable
user2 david is being awfully calm right now lol
alexandrasaintmleux we should double date
ynbeckham weâre so there!
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bellahadid congrats on your first cover iâm so proud đĽš
ynbeckham thank you bella đŤś
user1 she is SO beautiful
rhode come model for us đ
ynbeckham just say when
user2 your favorite nepo babyâs favorite nepo baby
maxverstappen1 buying every printed issue right now â¤ď¸
ynbeckham stop im blushing đ¤
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The Babysitter | dad!harry x babysitter!reader
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Based on this request (changed some things - hope you still like it anon!)
Summary: The cute babysitter Harry's wife hired has always tempted him, but now that his wife is away for the evening Harry might just give in.
Word Count: 2,011
Warning: smut, cheating, implied age gap (your call on how large), inappropriate relationship (both consenting adults)
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Harry was so fucked.
He knew better. A married man on the brink of ruining it all just for a taste of his kidâs babysitter. Truly, outrageously fucked.
He arrived home that day, knowing heâd have the house to himself all night with his wife gone out of town for a work trip. Knowing the cute babysitter would still be there, all doe-eyed and shy smiles. She definitely had a crush on him and he couldnât stop thinking about that.
All day at work he went back and forth with the idea of it. The whole âfuck around and find outâ thing was more compelling when he might be able to get away with it. But it wouldnât be worth it, he told himself even though he continued imagining what sheâd feel like underneath him.
His actions completely contradicted that sound internal advice.
Because when he saw Y/n all cuddled up on his couch, a sweater draped over her shoulders and her bare legs stretched out long he allowed himself to stare for a moment. He shouldnât have been thinking what he was but he couldnât stop the blood rushing to his cock. He was going straight to hell for the kind of thoughts that were running through his head right then.
She slowly blinked her eyes opened and sat up with a sweet smile, âHi. How was work?â
God, the cute, bubbly personality on her, even after just waking up from a nap⌠She hadnât been tainted by years of grueling workplace drama and a sad and lonely marriage like he had and he found it refreshing.
âWas good. Uh,â he scratched the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on hers, âEverything go all right today here?â
She nodded and moved her legs off the couch, feet hitting the floor as she nodded, âHeâs the sweetest. It was a good day. He kept asking for mom so I think heâs upset that she wasnât here this morning but I told him sheâd be back tomorrow night. Fast asleep now.â
But there was something in the way she was looking at him. Like she was just waiting for him to pounce. Rounded eyes, with that shy smile as she bit the edge of her bottom lip. Like she knew what he was thinking, her own mind filled with the same filthy scenarios.
It was late. Harry always got home late on Thursdays. After dark. After his son was already asleep, and usually it was his wife greeting him.
She parted her lips as she let her gaze lower to just below the buckle on his pants and then back up to his eyes.
âYeah. Weâll be okay without her for a night,â Harry swallowed thickly as he sat his briefcase down and moved deeper into the living room next to the couch where Y/n was still seated. âWhat about you?â
âWhat about me?â She raised her brows as she craned her head to look up at him.
âI mean⌠you alright too? Still seated like youâre tired. You can stay if you want.â
She blinked her eyes and then did it again, letting her pupils connect with the space at his crotch before quickly bringing them back upward to his face, âOh⌠I can go. Iâm sorryâŚâ
Y/n stood up quickly but Harry caught her by her arm, âItâs okay. You donât have to go. I just wanted to make sure youâre alright. Was really helpful having you stay late tonight.â
If she kept looking at him like that, those fuck-me eyes and plush parted lips, he wasnât going to be able to stop himself.
âOh. Iâm glad. Was happy to help you out, Harry. Iâd do it as often as you needed me to.â
He grinned and watched her moisten her soft lips when she poked her tongue out and looked up at him through her lashes. If she wasnât begging for it he didnât know what this was.
âYou gonna stay?â
She nodded, still looking up at him as she tucked her bottom lip into her mouth.
In a moment of weakness, of sheer insanity, he raised his hand up to her face and thumbed at her bottom lip, âWhatâs going on, Y/n? You got something to tell me?â
She fluttered her lashes and leaned into his touch as she kept her pupils aimed right at him. But then her lips parted again and Harry found himself sliding the tip of his thumb between her lips before she wrapped her mouth around it and he felt her tongue gently lave against his pad.
Now he was the one with parted lips as he watched his kidâs babysitter suck his thumb into her mouth, eyes pinned to his still.
And before he knew it, he found himself fucked in the figurative and literal sense as he had her face down on his mattress with his cock nudged into her so deep she was keening and hissing at the bite of pain his fat length was causing.
âShhh⌠be a good girl and keep quiet, yeah?â
âMmmm!â
It was so good. It was so fucking good. He hadnât been laid in a couple of months and the babysitterâs pussy was better than he imagined it would be. She was wet for him right away. When he got her very short shorts off her legs and buried his face between her soft thighs she was already so sensitive and dripping, wiggling and moaning like she was just as pent up as heâd been. Like she wanted it just as bad. Sheâd made a big mess of him and the sheets but heâd deal with clean up later.
Because when he finally pushed his throbbing dick inside of her welcoming pussy it was game over. He had her hips in both hands, tightly gripping the meat at her sides as he buried in over and over again, letting her juice coat every inch and wet his pubes with her fragrance. He watched as he stuffed her with his cock, her cute ass perked upward and she pushed back on every one of his thrusts. So pretty.
Everything was slick and gushy as he plowed into her guts, slapping his hips into her ass. He kept looking at the bedroom door (which was closed and locked) out of habit just in case, but now he was out of his mind as she trembled and drooled against the pillow his wife used.
He slowed his plunges and watched his shaft as he pulled out, âFuck⌠got me all creamy, baby. Why donât you flip over so I can see your pretty face?â
She was shaky as she dropped down to the bed, scooting herself to adjust and then spreading her thighs as he tucked right back inside of her, pelvis dipping against her own.
âHarryâŚâ Y/n quietly breathed as she watched him. He was so thick and long, just like she knew heâd be. She never thought heâd ever step out on his wife but here he was, with his big cock driving into her, making her squelch and stretch wide for him. She almost couldnât believe it was happening.
Harry groped at her tit, still on his knees as he steadied himself, his thighs working in, âOh sweet girlâŚâ he panted, quads and glutes flexing with every motion. He picked up her hand and brought her fingertips to his mouth, kissing as he pumped himself through her walls and then dragging his lips down to her palm and then wrist.
âOh my godâŚâ she whined before draping her arm over her mouth to keep her volume down.
âWho knew you were so filthy? Look at you letting a married man fuck your brains out.â
A muffled moan sounded from her throat as she felt him jerk into her harder, the coarse hair at the base of his dick scratched at her clit before he began to grind his hips against her, adding friction like he knew that was what she was searching for with her hips rising to meet him with every thrust.
âBut look at how lucky I am. So pretty⌠Hot little pussy, fuckinâ drenched, baby. How long were thinking about this, hmm?â
Harry did feel lucky too. Y/n was a hot little thing that heâd had some pretty dirty thoughts about since they first hired her. It was his wifeâs choice. Y/n was in her senior year of university with long smooth legs and an adorable shy smile that caught him off guard the first time he saw her. So he always looked forward to seeing her every morning before leaving for work, or in the early evenings when heâd come home to relieve her.
Harry grabbed her other hand, moving her arm from her mouth as he brought those fingers up to his lips to kiss every one of them as he threaded their fingers together on her other hand, never stopping the movement of his hips.
With the back of her hand pressed into the blanket next to her shoulder, she inhaled sharply, trying to catch her breath. âSince I first met youâŚâ she admitted.
Harry grunted, running his tongue along her wrist before folding his fingers into hers like her other hand and then pressing it down to the bed as he leaned over her, pelvis grinding against hers, his balls squeezing against her bum. And that was fucking deep.
âOh yeah? Fuck, coulda been fucking this pretty pussy for the last few months. Making you come for being such a good girl and just for looking so fucking cute all the time.â
She moaned softly, âIt feels so goodâŚâ
Harry grinned down at her, feeling her start to squeeze and pulse, âIt does doesnât it? Such a bad thing to feel this good. Might be trouble for us.â
âMmmmâŚâ she panted and then gasped as she was thrown over the edge, walls gripping and milking his cock.
Harry watched Y/n as she fell apart, âThere you go, such a good girl, so pretty, babyâŚâ
Harry gritted his teeth as he fucked her through her orgasm.
He was already leaking precome and practically shaking by the time he pulled himself out and pumped his fat cock right over her tummy. Heâd have loved to have just come inside Y/nâs pussy but what he was doing was already dumb as it was.
He grunted and sucked in through his teeth, âOh fuckâŚâ
Heâd gotten a little come on his knuckles as he ran his fist down his shaft, letting the last bits drip out onto the girl below him. A pretty sight. She was all fucked out and dazed, tits rising and falling with every breath, his come marking her tummy and her pussy freshly fucked, still soaked.
He was a gentleman, helped her clean up, and kissed her a little bit more before sending her on her way with a playful swat to her ass. Heâd have loved to ask her to stay all night but he worried that that would just confuse things further. She promised she wouldnât tell anyone and Harry said it wouldnât affect her job and that it would be their secret. Though he did hope heâd have another chance to feel her again one day, he didnât count on it. His wife was returning the following day and Y/n was soon to finish off her last year of college and she wouldnât be needing a babysitting gig anymore.
Did he regret cheating on his wife? In that moment, he couldnât say he did. He had fun and it felt so good to have sex with someone who wanted his cock as bad as Y/n did. He only hoped he didnât get found out and as long as Y/n kept up her end of the bargain (he was sure she would) he figured the whole thing was a win.
Heâd just need to keep himself in check around her when his wife was present. But when his wife wasnât around he couldnât promise anything.
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PART 2
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donât look | remus & sirius
part 2
pairings: remus lupin x fem!reader, sirius black x fem!reader
warnings: smut (MDNI 18+), language
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Sirius opened his mouth to say something as Remus approached, but Remus put a hand up to cut him off.
âNope, donât even, Iâm still mad at you,â Remus stated, walking past Sirius.
âOh come on!â Sirius called to him, âlook, I said I was sorry.â
âI know, but Iâm still mad,â he called back, âand jealous, I guess.â
Sirius shrugged, âwell maybe you should stop eating out your hot girlfriend in a communal space, Moons, what did you expect?â
Remus stopped in his tracks. He turned around and approached Sirius, stopping only a few feet away from him.
âYou know you arenât supposed to look at her like that.â
âJeez, Moony, you arenât my dad.â
Siriusâs nonchalance bothered Remus. Remus was hot-headed, and it was nearly the full moon, which meant his emotions were heightened even more than usual.
It also meant he was hornier than usual.
He marched to your dorm, swinging the door open, despite the two other girls sat on the floor, textbooks sprawled across their laps as you all studied together. âI need you.â
Your eyes shot up at him, the other girls scanning his figure up and down. âRem, Iâm studying,â you told him, as if he couldnât see you doing just that.
âPlease, I just need to borrow you for a minute.â Remus tried not to sound desperate, but he most certainly did. He didnât care if the girls knew he wanted to borrow you to fuck you senseless, he only cared that he remained level-headed until he was alone with you.
You gave a smile to the other girls, closing your textbook and placing it on the floor before standing up and following Remus to his dormitory. He anticipated that it would be empty, but instead he found Sirius, cross-legged on his bed, a book in his lap.
Remus contemplated his options. Ever since Siriusâs infraction, he had avoided being with you in front of him, worried Sirius would try something again. However, today, he was angry, and he wanted to piss off Sirius by asserting his authority and dominance over you.
He pushed you onto the mattress, immediately hiking up your skirt and pulling down your underwear.
âRemus!â you squealed, taken aback by his haste.
He shushed you, saying, âneed you bad.â
âRemmy, itâs not even a full moon tonight, you can usually wait until later in the da-â
Remus cut you off by shoving two fingers into your hole, not caring about warming you up as you squirmed from his touch.
âShit,â you whined as his mouth connected with your clit, his tongue lapping up any wetness.
You moaned, your hands gripping his hair as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of you, his unoccupied hand pushing (with difficulty) his trousers down until he was left in his underwear, his hand sneaking past the waistband to lightly stroke himself at the sight of you.
Sirius was already in a fight with Remus over watching you, and part of him didnât want to make anything worse. Part of him also thought that since they were already in a fight, what did it matter? He would just have to be more careful.
You whimpered when Remus hit a particularly good spot, and Sirius looked toward you through hooded lids, ready to retreat his gaze if Remus checked in on him, but Remus was focused only on you.
He had almost forgotten Sirius was in the room, his desperation and need growing more intense with each moan and whine you let out.
He pulled away from you, pulling his boxers all the way down before crawling on top of you.
âI need to feel you, pretty girl, are you ready for me?â he cooed, stroking his cock faster and faster as he waited for you to respond.
âPlease, Remmy,â you begged, and he nearly came in his hand at the sound.
He lined himself up at your entrance, slowly pushing in despite his need. He would never give up watching your face as he pushed into you, even if he was desperate. The way your face contorted, the small whimpers that left your lips, the way your hair looked sprawled out on the pillows, the way your skirt bunched up around your waist-
He bottomed out inside of you, immediately starting to thrust in and out of you.
âShit, Rem,â you moaned at the feeling, âyou can use me.â You knew what he needed when the full moon was near, but your statement still drove him crazy as if he had never heard it before.
Remus placed both of your wrists above your head, holding them with one hand as his head dipped in the crook of your neck, his unoccupied hand finding your clit and rubbing fast circles as he fucked you. He didnât care about timing, he just needed you bad. He needed to come inside of you, but he needed you to come first, even if it all happened quickly. He adored the feeling of you coming on his cock, and needed to feel it to achieve his own high.
You turned your head so that Remus had more room to rest his on your shoulder, and you glanced at Sirius, who shifted his seated position as he heard you moan. You remembered the last time he was in the room, and you hoped he would look over at you again, your eyes focused on him as Remus pounded into you at a ruthless pace.
He finally did glance at you, but he did a double take, checking if you were really looking at him, and you were. You nodded your head up and down, a way to tell him it was okay with you if he watched, and that you wanted him to do as such.
His eyes remained on you, scanning your body up and down, watching your thighs fall more and more open as Remusâs hand moved faster and faster on your clit.
He loved seeing you with your hands above your head, a new sight for him, Remus having full control over your body.
Your back arched off the bed, causing the pressure on your wrists to increase as your climax threatened to hit, Remusâs hand and his cock almost too much to hold it together.
âSir- shit, Iâm gonna-â
You squeezed Remusâs cock like a vice, your high washing over you as your thighs shook.
âShit, baby,â Remus breathed.
He didnât catch your almost-slip, but Sirius certainly did, his eyes darkening as he watched you come down from your high, your body still shifting back and forth on the bed from the force of his best friendâs hips snapping against yours.
âGonna come in you,â Remus moaned, a final few, sharp thrusts sending him over the edge as he came, groans in your ear that only you could hear as he spilled his seed inside of you.
You signaled for Sirius to look away as Remus let go of your wrists, pulling out of you before standing up and gazing at your fucked-out frame.
âThank you, baby,â he placed a gentle kiss to your forehead, âlet me get you cleaned up.â
He stretched a hand out to you, and you took it, allowing him to guide you to the bathroom.
âś
Sirius did not speak to you for an entire week after that.
You tried to spark conversation, but he always found an excuse to leave the room or divert his attention. Remus noticed, but assumed it was because of the first time he watched you, and he quite enjoyed the thought of Sirius leaving you alone.
You were seated in the common room, everyone apart from you and the boys at a party in the Ravenclaw dorms. The boys had decided to skip this particular party thanks to Remus, who was falling behind in Transfiguration, and who cursed the Ravenclaws for throwing a party the night before a massive Transfiguration exam.
âI canât fucking focus,â Remus spoke, annoyed at his inability to comprehend the subject.
âI have some extra notes in the dorms,â James spoke, âI can try to find them, maybe theyâll help?â
âYeah, alright,â Remus agreed, âworth a shot.â
Remus sighed, placing a kiss on your forehead as he and James retreated up the stairs to search for Jamesâs extra notes.
You turned to Sirius, who avoided meeting your gaze.
âPlease talk to me, Sirius.â
He ignored you completely.
âSiri, please.â
The pet name broke him out of his mindset. âDonât call me Siri.â
âWhy not, Siri?â you teased.
âBecause it does things to me. Stop.â
âWhy?â
âSeriously, Y/N-â
âSeriously what? Why wonât you talk to me?â
Sirius lowered his voice, whisper-yelling, âwhat do you mean why wonât I talk to you? Iâm finally in a decent spot with Remus, what am I gonna do if he finds out I eye-fucked his girlfriend again while he was in the middle of railing her?â
âWhat does that have to do with you speaking to me?â you questioned.
âBecause every single time I look at you, I see- I see you like that.â
You raised your eyebrows in surprise at Siriusâs confession. âReally?â
âShut up.â
âYou like what you saw?â you teased.
âShut up.â
âYou wanna see more?â
âStop,â Sirius warned.
You listened intently up the staircase, and heard James yell, âI fucking swear they were here! Check in that one.â
You propped your legs up on the coffee table, allowing your legs to fall open and give Sirius an unobstructed line of sight to your core.
âDo you wanna see more?â you asked again, running a finger over your underwear, just above your folds.
âDonât fucking tease me.â
You nodded your head no, you were indeed not teasing him. You really were going to touch yourself.
You moved your underwear aside, giving Sirius full view of your most sensitive area as you put one of your middle fingers into your mouth.
You made a show of sucking on the digit, wetting the skin before slowly inserting it into your now-wet hole. You let out a light whine, so as not to alert Remus of what you were up to.
Sirius tried to restrain himself, but he quite literally could not take his eyes away from you. He was obsessed; a man starved who finally found sustenance. He couldnât look away if he tried.
You began to move your finger faster and faster, your other hand coming up to squeeze your breast over your shirt.
âShit, Siri,â you moaned, and Sirius nearly lost it right there.
He stood up and approached you, gripping the wrist that was moving your finger inside of your hole.
You assumed he would stop you, but instead, he pulled your finger out, pressing two of his fingers to your lips and allowing you to suck on them.
When he was satisfied with how wet they were, he replaced your finger with his own, his pointer and middle entering you slowly as you threw your head back.
Sirius turned his head to the staircase, hearing âwell why wouldnât they be with literally every other set of notes?â and âfucking hell, can you check the trunk over there?â
Sirius met your eyes, watching you squirm as he fingered you, his thumb finding its way to your clit and rubbing circles, a small smile finding its way onto his lips as he watched your reaction to his touch.
As he pumped his fingers faster and faster, he began to curl them against your spongy walls, a euphoric feeling.
âSiri, fuck,â you whined.
Siriusâs unoccupied hand went to your mouth, covering it to keep you from being loud enough for Remus or James to hear.
âYouâre so fucking pretty, did you know that?â Sirius spoke, hand still ruthless on your core, âstaring at me with someone elseâs cock in you, thinking it wonât affect me?â
You whined under Siriusâs hand, your hips beginning to grind on his hand as he continued speaking.
âSilly little girl, donât you know Remus said we shouldnât look at you? You keep breaking his rules, and thatâs only something bad girls do. Youâre not a bad girl, are you?â
Sirius only moved his hand from your mouth to hear you respond. âMaybe I am, Siri,â you moaned.
Sirius placed his hand back over your mouth, his fingers fucking you faster and faster after you spoke. âYou wanna be a bad girl? Iâll treat you like a bad girl. Isnât that what you want, huh? Staring at me when you have Remus inside of you?â
Your high was dangerously close, Siriusâs fingers better than you could have ever imagined, when Sirius heard âfuck this! Iâm just gonna go back downstairs.â
Sirius immediately pulled away, placing your legs back in a normal seated position as he sat back down across from you, scanning the pages of his textbook as if nothing had just happened.
âSorry that took so long, dumbass couldnât even find the extra notes,â Remus said, plopping down next to you and throwing an arm around your shoulders, âdid I miss anything good?â
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a long way to go | s.r.
in which your family breaks no contact and Spencer reminds you that you're doing the right thing
margovember
kindergarten teacher!reader masterlist
who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: flangst? (hurt/comfort) content warning: nondescript childhood trauma, kindergarten teacher!reader word count: 1.4k a/n: okay so the request was for angst and it is but the comfort gives fluff. at this point my genres are arbitrary. huge shout out to anyone else who isn't going home for thanksgiving for one reason or another.
Frowning at the email on your computer, you shifted your weight on your rotating chair and leaned your head back into the chair cover that Garcia had crocheted for you.
Weâd love for you to join us.
It felt as though someone had tossed a bucket of ice water over your head, years and years of blocking emails and leaving your phone number unlisted had culminated in this moment. It shouldnât surprise you; you worked at a public school and your email was listed in the faculty directory, but the sight of your fatherâs name left a sour taste in your mouth.
You were alone in your classroom, the fluorescent lights were turned off, leaving you in the gentle illumination of the string lights that you kept threaded along the walls. Contract hours were over, but you still had papers that needed to be completed. Opening your email after the final bell had thrown a wrench in your plans.
A knock on your door pulled you out of your haze, you looked up to see Spencer standing in the doorway. You checked the time in the corner of your monitor to find that it was nearly six, well into the evening, and you hadnât even noticed. âDid we have plans?â You asked, alarm rising in your tone, you looked down at your day planner and didnât see anything, but that doesnât mean you didnât miss something.
âNo,â Spencer said immediately, wanting to quell any of your anxieties before they had the chance to develop. âI hadnât heard from you today, so I mightâve asked Garcia if she had your location on your phone and found that you were at work much later than usual,â he told you, setting his messenger bag on one of your studentâs desks before leaning against yours.
You leaned over your desk, setting your chin in your hands and sighing. âYou found me,â you mumbled unenthusiastically, eyeing your monitor again.
Heâd cut his hair again, in a moment of frustration heâd started snipping, but he ended up calling you for help. It no longer feathered the tops of his eyebrows. âWhatâs wrong?â Spencer asked, tilting his head to the side and tapping the bobblehead you kept on your desk.
Taking a deep breath, you shook your head, âNothing, I just have a lot of work to do.â You were designing a holiday coloring page, making the outlines yourself because you didnât like any of the ones you found on the internet.
âOkay,â Spencer responded, extending his vowels. âNow youâre lying to me,â he said. It wasnât an accusation; he was merely stating the truth.
It bothered you that he was right, and it bothered you that you lied to him. You shouldnât feel the need to lie to him because, really, if anyone was going to understand how you felt about the email, it was Spencer. You wedged your hands beneath your thighs, keeping yourself from digging your nails into your palms, âMy father sent me an email.â
Dad felt too casual, and his first name felt too detached. He was just your father, someone who had been chosen time and time again over you, and whom you hadnât spoken to in nearly six years. âWhenâs the last time you saw him?â
âFive years ago,â you answered distantly, remembering how heâd had the nerve to show up at your college graduation even though the rest of your family knew you werenât in contact with him. Wetting your lips, you looked back at the email on your screen, âHe wants me to spend Thanksgiving with him and his family.â People that you shared no connection toâblood or otherwiseâand made up the family that had taken your place in his life.
Spencer straightened up a stack of papers on your desk, the shuffling sound so familiar that it put you at ease, âWhat do you want to do?â
You pinched your eyebrows together, not used to someone asking for your wants, âI want to reply to him, but I know that engaging with him would be equivalent to opening the floodgates.â Releasing a dam of trauma that wasnât suited for your kindergarten classroom, âI canât reply to this email.â
Nodding softly, Spencer studied your eyes with a pained look in his eyes, âI know, honey.â
Taking the computer mouse in your trembling hand, you scrolled over the email and blocked the sender before deleting the email and deleting it from the trash for good measure. Hot tears welled in your eyes as you wrapped your arms around yourself, âI hate him.â
You despised him. A man who you shared blood with just so happened to be someone you hated with bone in your body. Bones he had contributed to that you wished you could pull from your body and replace with an untainted set. What was worse was that he had the ability to influence your emotions like this, he could make you angry with nothing more than digital mail.
Anger felt so useless, it was something he used as armor, and you feared that by being angry, you were becoming like him. You were so horrified by the mere idea of your own anger that it made you cry, and you were terrified of your life becoming one big circle.
They say if you grow up with an angry man in your house, then there will always be an angry man in your house. All you needed was to believe in Spencerâs ability to be gentle, but nothing Spencer did would change the fact that you cried as soon as you were pricked with rage.
Spencer crouched in front of you, taking both of your hands in his larger ones and keeping them warm for you. âYou donât owe them anything,â he told you, watching you carefully with his big brown eyes, âIt hurts. I know it hurts right now, but you know that you just did the right thing. Iâll remind you of it for as long as it takes for you to believe it.â
The dam broke then, tears fall from your chin to your lap as Spencer gathered you in his arms to the best of his ability, you tried not to flinch away from his embrace. You reminded yourself that he wasnât there to hurt you, he was there to help you. He ran his palm flat along your spine as you gave in, burying your face in the crook of his neck and basking in the darkness of your own sorrow.
âYou did the right thing,â he muttered softly, pulling away and using the pads of his thumbs to wipe away your tears. âYou donât need to apologize to anyone about it,â he said preemptively, knowing you were about to apologize to him for your show of emotion.
You nodded dazedly, leaning your cheek into his palm as he cupped your face with his hands, âI donât know what I do now.â
Spencer smiled gently at you, âWeâre gonna keep moving forward. Are you hungry? Do you want to get dinner?â
Sighing, you shrugged despondently, looking back at your now blank monitor, âI should get some stuff done.â You wiggled the mouse and typed in your password, you stared blankly at your unfinished coloring page, any and all motivation to finish the drawing had vacated as soon as your father made contact.
âWhat if,â Spencer started, âYou come home with me tonight, and tomorrow Iâll come in with you? You can finish up your work and Iâll get to spend some time with you.â Spencer Reid might just be the only person willing to accompany you to work on a Saturday just because youâre having a hard time.
You bowed your head, âYou donât have to do this, Spence.â
He hummed in response, âI want to, and besidesâwe have plans to make.â
You frowned, your head lifting so you could look him in the face and inquire for more details, âPlans for what?â
âThanksgiving,â he responded as if it shouldâve been obvious, âYouâll get to join BAUsgiving this year, itâs one of Garciaâs favorite holidays.â
Faltering, your eyes widened at his insistence, and you took a deep breath, âIâm not⌠I donât want to intrude on your family time.â
Spencer raised his eyebrows incredulously, âHoney, youâre part of that family now. Besides, sometimes I think the team likes you more than me.â
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My mom longs for traditions but lacks the wherewithal to actually develop any. Growing up sheâd always try to make some new Christmas gimmick that we could do each year. They never stuck. Sheâd forget, or we wouldnât want to continue and sheâd give up.
One year she had us sew our own stockings. This wasnât a huge hit as I was requested to sew immediately upon waking, a skill I largely lack. My brother hated his inadequacy as I donât think heâd gotten even the cursory education I had with a needle and thread. I think mom thought weâd make new ones each year and theyâd be like a fun memento. Our dissatisfaction with the whole thing meant we skipped it the next year and Iâve been using the same janky stocking that I sewed half asleep ever since.
For two years she tried to do holiday cookie decorating but my dad griped about all the sugar in the house while gorging on cookies and the tradition faded away.
For a few years she remembered to always put a geode in the stocking that we could break open with a hammer. It was fun at first, but I had to eventually ask her to stop because I didnât have anywhere to keep a million geodes.
We went to movies some years but trying to find a film we all wanted to see proved troublesome enough that it fizzled out.
This last holiday she just announced theyâd be leaving for December and didnât do anything with family at all.
She pines for familial connection while having little idea of how to maintain relationships. Itâs more important for her to have a smiling picture as a memory than to actually be happy. She wants a picture perfect family that gets along and is constantly disappointed by what she has instead.
One of her favorite photos is the last camping trip we went on as a family, me and my siblings with their kids. She croons about how nice it was to have us all together and I donât say that all I remember from the trip is learning my brother was a drug addict and seeing my sister hit my nephew across the face.
I reached out recently to suggest that since weâve all got bikes now and my parents are both officially retired we can do a weekly bike ride. This was met with delight and excitement.
We had our first ride today and it was genuinely pretty fun. Weâll see if it can last a month.
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Delivery!
Flash was currently being held captive in a black of ice. How he got like this he wasn't sure. All he remembered was that he was running across Central City keeping the peace until suddenly an ice beam shot out of nowhere and froze his feat to the ground.... and the rest of him.
"Alright you got me! Show your face!"
"Well I was going to regardless. No need to yell." Out pops Danny Phantom carrying a bag with him and holding out an envelope.
"What? Who are you?"
"My name's Phantom. Danny Phantom. I have a message for you. I couldn't get your attention earlier so I thought this was just the next best way to get you to stop." Danny said as he unfreezes the speedster.
"Uh, okay." Flash said as Danny gives him an envelope.
On the envelope there are drawing in crayon and stickers and in marker it says: to Flash.
"It's from Susie, she'd said you'd remember her."
He remembered a Susie, a little girl that he used to see in the children's hospital. She had leukemia. He spent any minute he could making sure the kid was smiling when he was there. He was heartbroken when the nurses told him that she had passed away before he could give her her birthday present. Flash examined the crayon written words, it was just like Susie's writing.
"How did you?"
"Just read it."
The letter reads:
Dear Flash,
I'm sorry, I wasn't there when you showed up for my birthday. I never got to tell you, but thank you for being at the hospital with me when I was scared of going to treatment or when I had to take my medicine. Thank you for making me smile even when I didn't feel well. Thank you for playing games with me when I couldn't go outside. Thank you for talking to my mom and dad at my funeral. That was really nice. I drew some pictures for you but I never got to finish them when I was in the hospital so I drew you some new ones. Danny says that he'll give them to you.
In the envelope was a series of different colored papers all with different crayon and marker drawings of Susie and him playing in different scenarios. One where she was a doctor and he played the injured patient. One where they were both superheroes. Another one where they were playing shadow puppets when she wasn't feeling well. Page after page were different drawings of them playing with the last one was covered in glitter with a big heart with a crayon drawing of him and Susie.
"Susie said that her biggest regret was that she couldn't say thank you to her hero before she passed. So I bumped her up on my delivery list."
"What?"
"Oh yeah, I never fully introduced myself. I'm Danny Phantom, you can call me Danny. I'm the designated delivery person for the afterlife to the living realm. Any messages or special requests from the dead are delivered by me!" Danny hands him a business card all official.
And it does say: Danny Phantom special delivery service for those of the non-living variety!
"She also said she wanted to give you one last hug before moving on."
"What do you?" Flash is halted from saying anything else as he feels a pressure against his legs. He looks down to see a translucent small figure. She was a picture of what she looked like before the chemo. Susie gives him a smile and a hug before fading before his eyes.
Before Danny officially takes up the mantle of Ghost King he's trying to do a job that would have him interact with all of his citizens first so he could get a feel of it. Hence him making connections with both the living and non-living people (he went big-brain for this idea)
Extra scene:
"Oh that reminds me, I have a card for you from someone else."
"A card?" Flash opens the card only to get sucker-punched in the face. (like one of those cartoon boxing glove punches)
"A punch card." Danny said
Flash groans as he looks at the card that has the words: STOP MESSING WITH TIME! from CW
Obligatory Gotham Scene:
Danny standing in front of a beaten up Joker that has been tied to a chair.
"Just so you know I have a back order of a lot special requests for you. And since I can't exactly kill you, that would create so much political tape. I can let them make requests for certain actions. So right now I have over 50 requests for me to break your legs and over 30 to pull out your teeth and break your jaw. Some of them contradict each other because they want to make every word you say hurt you but others want me to curse you so you can't speak again. So I'll just have to get creative." Danny says winding his arm back and form.
He is for sure being completely professional about, he gets no personal gratification from beating up a crazy clown at all. (said nobody ever)
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Hi can I ask for a blurb where Peter accidently hits the reader while playing or something like he sometimes forgets about his super strength but fluff at the end please đĽş.
this got away from me but this was so fun and cute to write!
âI kinda want a black eye.âÂ
Your boyfriend slowly lowered the bag of peas on his left eye, his elbow dropped daringly, forcing you to look at the dark purple hue.Â
âOh, really?âÂ
You nod, âit looks gnarly but itâd be cool to have one.âÂ
âBaby, my heartbeat is currently taking place from my eyeball. You donât want one.âÂ
Stretching across the space on the couch you raise Peterâs hand back up so he can ice the bruise some more, it does look painful.Â
âI think if you loved me youâd give me one.âÂ
Peter took a second to see if that sentence would resonate with you but it hadnât.Â
âWe should go to the women's shelter and spread that knowledge.âÂ
You scoff, âthey weren't asking for it, Peter. I am.âÂ
Your boyfriend lowered his temporary ice pack and reached a hand out, his thumb rubbed under your eye, you almost thought he was thinking about it. Almost.Â
âIâd never. I would, however, patch you up if you ever got one.âÂ
âDo you have a friend that could-âÂ
âNo.âÂ
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Oh FUCK did your eye HURT.Â
It was on a level ten throb level, it felt like a ring stretching to your eyebrow and nose. You couldnât even open it, all you could do was press your hand to it and try and stop the pressure from building, it didnât work.Â
You were able to blink it open just enough to be blinded by the living room light, youâve never been so light sensitive. Squeezing it shut you winced, you tried to be understanding and calm; it was an accident after all. But the pain was spreading all over your face and you had a target right on the corner of your right eye, and it hurt.Â
If your right eye could open itâd be shedding tears too, you had one continuance stream coming from your left eye.Â
Your voice bubbles with pain, âpetey, it hurts.âÂ
Your boyfriend couldnât even breathe right now, he had hurt you. The one thing he swore he would never, could never do, and he did it. Panic flooded his body, panicked heâs caused serious damage, panicked youâd be scared of him, panicked youâd dump him, panicked your dad would come curbstomp him.Â
âIt hurts so bad,â he knows youâre calling out for him, he knows you need him, but all he could replay was the âwhack!â in his head. It wasnât gentle in the slightest, you whipped away from him with a hiss, your hand immediately covering your eye. You had been okay at first but after a minute had passed it became nearly unbearable.
Peter knows how bad a black eye hurts, and he just gave you one.Â
His short, barely there breaths start to stutter. Â
And suddenly Peter couldnât see because his vision was muddled by tears, he tried to blink them back but they ran. He canât remember the last time heâs cried, but this brought him to his knees. He never wanted to punish himself more than in that second. He shouldâve been quicker, he shouldâve known you were behind him, he has those goddamn senses and they did nothing in that moment.Â
âPeter!â A desperate cry for attention, you donât know what to do, it hurts more than you could imagine.Â
You look up at your boyfriend still standing in shock where he jumped away from you after hitting you directly in your eye. A wrestling battle, you had tried to take him down after heâd pinned you three times. In an effort of a sneak attack you crawled up the couch and tried to jump on his back where he sat on the floor. You dived and at the last moment his hand⌠well you donât know what he was trying to do but it connected hard to your cheekbone.Â
Your back hit the couch and you held your hand as you hissed and groaned in hurt, Peter scrambled up and backed up behind the coffee table, as if he was scared to be around you. Â
Heâs crying, your boyfriendâs crying. Youâve been punched and heâs crying.Â
âIâm.. Iâm sorr.. Fuck.â Peter snaps out of it, you need him. He crosses to the couch in two steps, his hand cupping your cheek. It makes everything in him deflate when you flinch as he touches you, he bites his bottom lip to stop a sob. âBaby, Iâm so sorry. Iâm so, so sorry.âÂ
His heart hurts as you cry, his thumb taps at your hand covering the damaged eye. The one he caused.Â
âLet me see it, please?â Peter said it like a question, like heâd ever be lucky enough to have that privilege.Â
You sob, âit hurts.âÂ
Peter blinks, more tears. He canât believe heâs crying over this, he also canât believe he hit his fucking girlfriend.Â
âI know, I know it does, baby. Please let me see it.âÂ
You choke in air to stop your crying, it works. You slowly lift your hand off your eye, itâs not throbbing as much but the pressure has inflated tenfold and you couldnât open it if you tried, it was swollen shut. You tried to gauge a reaction out of him, to see how bad it is. You forgot your boyfriend had the worldâs best poker face.Â
Peter wanted to curl up into a ball when he saw the damage.Â
It was bruising, and swollen and you couldnât open your eye and it was all his fault.Â
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
If he was normal, if he was a normal boyfriend, this wouldnât have happened. A normal teenager doesnât have the strength to hold a ferry or stop a runaway bus, he does. And he used that strength on you.Â
His powers, his abilities, his strength.
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
âYou need ice.â Is all that could come out. A wince wraps over your face when you nod, you try to sit up and groan. âEverything hurts. How do you do this? Pain has to affect you differently, right?â Peter ignored you as he backed away, you donât think heâs ever been so aware of his surroundings and actions.Â
He shouldnât be getting ice, he shouldnât be putting it in a plastic bag and wrapping a rag around it, he shouldnât be grabbing you tylenol extra strength, he shouldnât be icing your black eye he caused.Â
His fault, his fault, his fault.Â
It scared you how quiet he was, the accidental punch was just that. You werenât upset at him or scared he would do it again, you were scared how odd he was acting. He was strangely quiet and standoffish, when he came back to you with ice and pills you watched him think about holding the bag to your eye but stopped and put it in your hand.Â
He shifted his weight and looked at the couch, he stepped back and sat on the coffee table.Â
Peter cried and was quiet and standoffish and scared to touch you. He was terrified of himself, you may be physically hurt but he was emotionally broken, his one major thing washed down the drain. Accident or not he gave you a black eye, and it was tearing him up inside.Â
You hummed when ice hit the hot skin, suddenly it didnât hurt.Â
âAm I right, super high pain tolerance?âÂ
Itâs like you broke through a wall, Peter looked up at you like he just found out you were in the room.Â
âI hit you.âÂ
You wouldâve rolled your eyes if you couldâve.Â
âThatâs a little dramatic.âÂ
Peter shook his head, upset you werenât upset.Â
âI hit you hard, I hurt you. IâŚâ His hand pulled at his curls so hard you grit your teeth. âI fucking hit you,â he whispered it, like his own mind couldnât wrap it around.Â
He doesnât pull out the fuck word often.Â
You thought about reaching out for his hand, but you think thatâd made things worse.Â
âIâm not scared of you, petey. It was an accident.âÂ
âI swore iâd never hurt you, that I would never hit you and I didnât-âÂ
âMean it.â You cut him off, âyou didnât mean it.âÂ
Peter rubbed at his jaw and blinked, you saw tears puddling and you wanted to do nothing more than hold him. He couldnât stop thinking about it, you lowered the bag of ice from your eye prepared to switch seats. He wouldnât let you.Â
âIce.â Cold and hard, like you had no other option. You didnât question him, you followed instructions.Â
âRemember when you asked me to give you a black eye months ago?âÂ
It was a joke. Sure, you saw a tiktok with a girl who had one and you couldnât deny it looked a little cool. Then seeing one on Peter the same night you couldnât shake it. You were just playing around, itâs not like it was that serious.Â
âI was joki-âÂ
âI told you I'd never, and I did. I hit my girlfriend and gave her a black eye.âÂ
Disgust. Thatâs what it was. He was disgusted with himself.Â
You sat up straight, your lip curled up.Â
A black eye? Sick.
âWait, really?âÂ
Peter looked up at your excitement, it came from nowhere.Â
âYou gave me a black eye? I have a black eye right now? For real, for real?âÂ
This wasnât a cute or funny thing, and he wonât let you make it be one.Â
He hit you.
âThis isnât funny, I hit you and youâre happy you got a black eye?âÂ
âPete, I forgive you. And not just cause you gave me a black eye, because it was an accident and you didnât mean to and youâre obviously extremely remorseful.âÂ
âBut I-âÂ
You reached out for his hand, âforgive yourself. You forgive yourself.âÂ
It wouldnât be instant, until your eye healed, which would be at a much slower rate than him, he wouldnât be able to fully forgive himself.Â
âNo more wrestling.âÂ
You scoff, âno more sneak attacks, how about that?âÂ
He shook his head, âI donât want this happening again.âÂ
âIf the situation was reversed would you want me to hold it against myself?âÂ
Peter scoffed, âabsolutely not, but it wouldnât hurt me like it does you.âÂ
âSo you do have a super high pain tolerance.âÂ
He snapped and ripped his hand from yours, âyes, I do have a super high pain tolerance. I also have super strength and give my girlfriend black eyes.âÂ
You held your hand up, the other one slightly freezing from the cold but you were too scared to take it off.Â
âFirst off, plural. Second, please stop. Youâre making me feel bad, Iâm really okay and Iâm not mad and I forgive you a thousand million percent.âÂ
Peter inhaled sharply, he has to believe you. Heâs more shook up than you are and he guesses he should agree with you, you were the hurt one. If you forgive him he could try and do the same.
âI think you need to give me a black eye to even it out.âÂ
You gasp like your offended at his words, your hand lays over your heart.Â
âIâd never!âÂ
Your boyfriend ran his tongue over his teeth and gave you a dead stare, his hands pushed him off the coffee table. His words grumbled, âtoxic.âÂ
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When They Call You Clingy So You Distance Yourself| Maknaeline Pt3
Warnings: Mentioning of needles in a medical sense, Cursing, Mentioning of death
Pt1 Pt2 Hyungline (xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx)
JISUNG|
The room was bright, and everyone of Jisung's senses were clouded slightly when he woke up.
"Where-"
He looked up to see Chan looking at him concerned.
"You passed out and hit your head. You've been out for a minute. You worried us."
Jisung's face scrunched as he looked at Chan. "I didn't mean to...why did I..." The events of right before his fainting spell came to him at once and Chan watched as his face slowly crumpled.
"N-No no! Jisung don't cry please! She's okay! She's okay!"
Jisung's heart rate monitor kept hiking up. "St-Stop ly-lying to me! Sh-She's gone!" He wailed- his heart rate reaching extreme levels that spurred the appearance of three nurses.
They tried to calm him down and Chan talked to a nurse about giving him something to calm him down.
A subtle sedative was injected into one of Jisung's flailing limbs and within a few minutes he was calmed down enough to be considered safe.
Chris sat by Jisung's bed as he fell in and out of sleep, the exhaustion of the past day hit him.
He looked at his phone as Minho was calling him. He looked at the boba eyes boy, who's eyes were closed in what he was assumed was sleep.
"Hello...hey...yeah we're still here, Jisung passed out...yeah...she's okay...I've been splitting my time between his room and her's...both of her femurs are fractured and she's cut up and bruised, and her arm is broken but she'll be okay...I'm trying to wait until he's calm enough to bring him over...he won't even listen to me he's that distraught..." Chris sounded tired. "I hate to them both hurting...I'm going to cancel to schedules...no one should have to work after this...maybe apply for hiatus of Jisung..." Chan stood up and looked at Jisung who was staring back at him with wide eyes. "Minho I'll call you back."
Han sat up and looked at his elder. "Y/N...Y/N? Where is she-" He swung his feet over the bed, not even flinching at the frozen floor as they connected with his bare feet.
Chris guided Jisung by the shoulder and brought him to room a few halls down, nodding politely at the ladies at the desk; silently praying they wouldn't point out that it was past the time for any types of visitors. He led him in front of your door, and knocked lightly. "She might be asleep...I have to run back to the dorms real quick to grab you a change of clothes and update the boys they're worried sick."
Jisung nodded and looked at the bags under Chris's eyes and saw how dark and droopy they were. He looked like a tired dad, and that only hurt Jisung more.
Chris gave him a hug and gave him a peck on the head. "I'll be back soon, Jisung." As he walked away Jisung immediately walked into the room. His heart dropped when he saw you laying there on the bed- legs elevate and your arms as well, your eyes closed.
He almost couldn't recognize your face at first, with the purplish bruise and large cut on your cheek.
He walked over quietly and sat down in the chair next yo your bed, just quietly weeping next to you.
Tears of joy, relief, praise, sadness, pain, and heartbreak.
God thank you. Thank you. Thanl you.
He continued to weep quietly, as he reached for your hand on your uninjured arm to hold it.
He felt calloused and scabbed skin when he put his hand in it and looked down through his tear.
His index finger traced the dark scabbed that decorated your palm, and he felt a hollow pain in his heart. Despite all the other injuries this one hurt him the most, knowing that he was the direct cause for this specific one.
You fluttered your eyes open and looked over to see the love of your life crying over you hand.
"JiJi?" Your voice was raspy, and he instead of saying anything he started placing kisses on your palm in a silent apology.
"It's okay, love. I'm okay."
"I'm sorry. I'm so sorry Y/N...it's my fault."
You shook your head viciously and winced with the neck pain; mentally kicking yourself for moving at all.
"Its not your fault Jisung. You weren't the one drunk driving. Nor were to the one distracted behind the wheel. Things like this happen in life; you just have to be grateful to be the ones that get through it." You swallowed and started blinking back tears. "I'm sorry I worried you so much-" You croaked. "Channie said you fainted and hit your head? Are you okay?" Your voice was heartbreakingly warm, and Jisung couldn't fathom why you were so kind to him at a time like this. When you were hurting so much physically, mentally and emotionally; you were still concerned about him.
He kissed your palm again and let out a shaky breath. "Stay with me."
You give out a small chuckle, but it hurts your chest so you decide just to smile.
"Sungie...I can't even walk." You joked. "My femurs are pretty messed up right now." Jisung continued to gently hold your hand as if it was something priceless; something extremely fragile and breakable. He rested his forehead against is and murmured.
"Then when you can walk again, don't leave. Stay. Cling to me. Walk towards me instead of away."
You smile. "Walk towards you dressed in white?" You joked.
"Yes." He said with 1000% seriousness in his voice. "I thought I lost you. That was a pain that I couldn't even begin to comprehend. If I ever lose you again...I don't know how I would deal with it...if I could...especially if I knew you left by choice..."
You felt your heart thump at a faster rate and cursed it quietly since it would bring the inevitable visit of a concerned nurse.
"I'm sorry. I truly am." He said, his eyes looking at you. They softly traced all the injuries, all though none of them compared to what he was feeling in his heart, what you were feeling in yours.
"I love you." You said quietly, those three simple words filled with so much that it quelled the negative feelings that were churning in his heart.
And even though he knew it wouldn't be something he could ever truly forgive himself for - even if you did - he was selfish enough to push that aside if it meant that he could be with you.
If it meant you would stay with him.
He kissed your palm once more, before laying his head near yours. His nose gently nuzzling your face.
"I love you more."
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FELIX|
When Felix walked into your home, he wasn't expecting you to be there.
But what he defintely was not expecting at all was you struggling to put together a new gaming station for him, looking at a super complicated instruction sheet for a chair and while sitting next to a bag filled with other electronics.
"Y/N? What are you doing?"
You turned as the rich and deep voice you loved so much reached your ears. It had been days since you had gotten to hear it.
"It-It was supposed to be a surprise." You said standing up, bracing yourself for him to yell at you, or scold you. "I'm sor-"
You almost had the wind knocked out of you as Felix threw himself into your arms, inhaling deeply.
You hugged him back, feeling just how much he needed it.
His breathing was shaking as you heard him apologize quietly.
He reached for your hands to see if they were red from cleaning so much.
"I'm sorry baby. But sorry doesn't fix it. So what can I do-"
"I love you." You said. "I understand you were angry...it's understandable. So I went to go fix it!"
You pulled away and Felix was in disbelief of how positive and sunshiny you were. He would consider you even more like sunshine than he was.
And with that he felt and overwhelming sense of love and appreciation to the one in front of him, as he watched you explain to him what you had been doing the past few days (odd freelance work for extra money) and how you had went to buy him replacements for all the things you had ruined by accident.
"I thought you'd like this one cause it was blue but I'm not sure..." You mumbled. "It wasn't as expensive as you last one so I'm sorry if it-"
You looked up to see Felix crying with a smile on his face as he bent down to look at you while you knelt on the ground organizing pieces.
"Lix, are you okay?"
He nodded, his freckles scrunching up as he smiled even more, reaching to cup you face with his cool hands.
"I'm more than okay, Y/N." He said. "More than okay."
You looked at him with wide eyes and he couldn't help but plant a bunch of kisses on your face as a musical giggle escaped the lips he soon captured in his own.
You looked up at him as he rolled over onto the ground next to you, grasping your hand in his.
"I bought replacements angel..." He said, a smile playing on his face. "So now that we have two... we can take my old PC from storage and I can teach you how to play...?"
You looked at him. "But isn't gaming time your you time? I thought thats why you were so upset, since I had ruined something that was giving you detox time..."
He shook his head. "I had gotten into an argument with Hyunjin..." He said rubbing his thumb across your hand. "And I didn't manage my anger well towards you. I'm sorry, again."
He turned to face you while resting on his elbow.
"You're too good you know?" He murmured quietly, moving a few strands of hair out of your face.
"Lixxie...you're entire fandom call you sunshine..." You say, feeling your face heat up.
"Well that's because they don't know you well enough. But once they do they'll realize that you're the true sunshine in the Stray Kids world. Since you're my world..." He said leaning over again, resting his elbows on either side of you as he connected his lips to yours again; both sets upturned into a smile.
"I could never be mad you love...how would it even be possible?" He asked as he continued to press his lips against your face in a cute, but chaste manner. "It is impossible."
You giggled as he blew raspberries on you and you got up and looked at the boy you loved so much, knowing that you meant just as much to him as he did to you.
And you knew that you could rest assured that you would be okay no matter what.
"Do you want to play games...or cuddle?" Felix asked, pulling you up, already reaching for the blanket you kept draped over your desk chair; knowing your answer would be exactly what he was hoping it would be.
"Cuddles." You said clinging to him. Intending to do that for the rest of the night.
And Felix intended to make sure you kept true to that promise.
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SEUNGMIN|
The crowd was static with a murmured excitement. The result of hundred of Stays conversing just before the group walked on stage.
You made your way to the front of the arena. After selling the ticket you had intended to use to get back at Seungmin; you had made quite a bit of money from the upsale and the desire of some crazed stan.
And you put that money towards flying across the world, to come to this concert, and surprise him.
Hopefully easing the growing rumors but mostly easing his heart.
You called the Kids manager, asking to get you in closer to the front, and was praying that Seungmin would be able to spot you. Or a fan would spot you and it would spark the little "Where's Waldo" game that would get back to him - or more importantly the camera men.
You just wanted Seungmin to be assured you weren't leaving him.
Rather you hoped after tonight it would be the complete opposite.
As security pushed their way through the crowd with you encircled in them people tried to peak through to see you.
When a few curious eyes met yours you waved, and those eyes widened in the ones who recognized you.
It was almost like they were relieved.
And just with that you could tell how much the fandom cared about the boy.
Almost as much as you cared about them while knowing all of them on a personal friend level. And an even more intimate level with Seungmin.
The crowd buzzed with energy up until the moments to boys ran out on stage. You were close enough to see just how tired Seungmin was; but he still put on a smile.
There was almost know build up as they immediately started performing, Seungmin on the complete opposite side of the stage. The crowd was extremely loud- so yelling out to the closet member to you - Hyunjin - wasn't going to do you any good, even if he could easily recognize the voice of one of his closest friends' significant others; he wouldn't be able to hear it over the sea of others voices and screams.
So you decided to head back towards the dressing room.
Seungmin returned to his dressing room after the show, his heart racing with excitement after the show. But he still had that underlying hurt.
Should I call her? I miss her so much I'm imagining her perfume...
He stopped and turned his nose upwards. Y/N?
He rushed into his dressing room and saw you standing up, folding one of his shirts.
He immediately ran into your arms, burying his head into your hair, a wet spot forming on the crown of your head.
"Baby...are you really here?" He whispered, the vibration of his voice tickling you slightly.
You nod and pull back; feeling a bit proud to straight out apologize so instead get to what you came here for.
He looked at you as you squared your shoulders and adjusted your dress so it covered you properly as you knelt down onto the ground.
"Jagiya...?" He said instinctively kneeling down with you reaching for you, but instead you motioned for him to stay standing.
He looked at you with confusion, a bead of sweat dripping down his neck to his exposed collar bone, making you even more nervous than you were a second ago.
You pulled a small box out of the pocket in your dress and noticed Seungmin's puppy eyes widening as you held it out to him with a shaky hand.
"Marry me, MinMin?"
His jaw twitched and he just stared at you in shock and you fumbled to open up the box, a simple deep gray colored band laying in there.
"Um...I mean will you marry me? Please...?" You rubbed your forehead feeling your face get warm at Seungmin's extended silence.
"No." You felt your heart nearly crumple in embarrassment until he corrected himself.
"I mean yes- like no as is in you - like - yes I want to marry you but- just get up from the floor Jagiya..."
You stood up and you held the box in your hands, and they were still trembling, and he wrapped his large hands around yours.
"I meant no as a reaction to you proposing instead of me. I wanted propose to you. I mean...I'm the man in the relationship and-"
"I'm breaking societal norms, Minnie. If we both love each other why does it matter?" You ask bluntly, earning a laugh from Seungmin.
"And I'm proud of you for that, even if it'll earn me relentless teasing from the guys." He laughed out, a few tears falling from his face in happiness, as he rested his forehead onto yours.
"These past few weeks," Seungmin started, "Have made me realize that it's me who is clingy to you." He says, kissing your nose, lightly. "I felt that I lost myself when the prospect of losing you was in front of me."
You looked at him and knew this was his apology.
"I don't want to leave you. And I don't ever want you to leave me. That's why I got this for you." You said taking the ring out. Seungmin pulled back and stepped into character, placing a hand over his mouth in mock shock and daintily putting his hand out for you to slide the ring onto his finger.
He couldn't help the smile that broke out on his face as he watched your face be completely painted in a blinding happiness. He couldn't help but kiss the lips that were stretched so wide.
"Do I have permission to break the news to Stay via instagram post?" He hums. "They've been suspecting we broke up due to your concert absences..." He looked at you, his eyes wide and bright.
"Yes of course, as long as you tell the guys in person. I want to see their reaction. I'm sure both Stay and the guys will be amused that I proposed." You winked.
"Yeah," Seungmin chuckled as he looked at the ring with a deep admiration and love. "They will be...speaking of this though. You must have paid an unecessary fortune for flying here, buying the ticket, hotel stay...and you request off work during concert season so you aren't getting paid. Where did you get the money? If it was from your saving let me fill it up again." His top lip curled in as he waited for your answer.
"Uh...you could say I made a profit of sorts..." You mumbled, thinking about the slightly illegal act of scalping the ticket price.
Your fiancĂŠ tilted his head to the side, waiting for an explanation, but the deciding to forgo it with a chuckle and just kiss the woman he loved and missed so much. The one he'd spend the rest of his life clinging to.
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JEONGIN|
You stood there the needle in your hand as Jeongin slowly walked towards you.
"Y/N? What are you...?"
You disposed the needle and adjusted your shorts to cover up your thigh.
"I was taking insulin." You said walking past him out of the bathroom, to go grab a paper towel since the towel in your bathroom was in the wash.
You felt the presence of your boyfriend behind you.
And you could instantly tell he felt bad, so you turned to him, his dark eyes wandering over you as his lips turned into his recognizable pout.
"I'm sorry for worrying you, Innie..." You said standing there. "It wasn't right for me to ignore your calls. Or blow up your phone in the first pla-"
"Stop." His voice was firm and missing the playful undertone it almost always had. "You didn't do anything wrong. It was me."
He swallowed. "I was embarrassed because of the guys and their teasing. And I called you childish when it was really me who was being childish for caring so much about people recognizing how much we love each other. How much you love me..." He's within arms length and you can feel his cool breath hit your face. "How much I love you. I'm sorry."
For the rest of the day you and Jeongin lounged around your house, him taking a nap on you lap at one point due to the pent-up exhaustion of the previous week.
You had shake him awake gently when you realized it was time for you to inject youself once more since you had finished eating a while ago but pushed off medicating yourself so Jeongin could get some rest.
He opened his eyes and whined as he shut them again, burrowing further into you.
"Baby, I have to get up and take my medicine."
He immediately shot up and the expectant yet worried look on his faced caused you to grin.
"Do you wanna help?" His head bobbed up and down as you got up, pulling the mischievous eyed boy with you towards the bathroom.
As you got everything, he observed with a bubbling anxiety.
"You won't like...die from this or anything right?" His voice was soft, lacking the confidence it usually carried.
"No, Jeongin, I won't die from my diabetes." You laugh. "Do you think I would let it take me before I get married and have kids, and grandkids and live." You say this purposefully to hint to Jeongin that it was him you imagined this with. Hoping it solidified his assurance in your forgiveness; since he had been asking all day if he was truly forgiven.
As if its his fault I have diabetes... You laughed to yourself.
You placed the glucometer in his hand and held out the container of strips.
"Just place that in there." You instruct softly, and he does so showing it to you to double check.
"Okay, so now we have to put the lancet in...here..." You say, your boyfriend focusing on placing it in correctly.
He takes your hand in his and when he presses the button to prick you he winces rather than you.
"Are you okay?!" He frets, looking at the extremely miniscule - too miniscule - drop of blood on your ring finger.
"Mm. Squeeze a little more out?"
He gently squuezed enough blood out of your hand and tested you blood sugar - then measuring out the appropriate amount of insulin and pulling your shorts up slightly to give you your injection with gentle hands after cleaning the area.
You watched him focus on the task at hand so seriously; his brows furrowed, and tongue sticking out of his lip slightly. He was so close you could smell his shampoos and count his eyelashes if you wanted to. You felt a strange longing for him even though he was right here. You missed him even if his body was right here next to, gently making sure he didn't leave any marks.
And you couldn't deny how much you loved him. So much that you had to express it.
"I love you forever, Innie..." Through his lashes he studied your expression. Feeling the love exude from you.
"I love you, forever and even longer." He said, his face breaking out into a smile. "My beautiful princess."
You laugh and that causes Innie to laugh as well.
"You're too sweet, love." You said placing a kiss under his eye.
"Does that mean I need to get you another dose of insulin?" He asked, looking up at you with a devilish grin.
This time you place the kiss on his lips his eyelashes fluttering shut as he sighed with contenment.
"I think I can manage."
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