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shikai-the-storyteller · 7 months ago
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Literally everyone in the QSMP fandom on their hands and knees rn like SAVE ME TIO FABIO and I am one of them
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hw4-l1z · 2 months ago
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Stray Kids Boypussy
Sub!bp!skz x Dom!Gn!reader
Cw: boypussy// reader has a dick but no specific gender mentioned// fingering// squirting// pussy eating// switch!reader for hyunjin and linos// teasing// use of sex toys// face sitting// choking// thigh riding// overstim// finger sucking// mentions of mouth spitting//
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Chan
The best tasting pussy out them all, all because he lovessss his pineapple juice.
Clean shaven.
He gets soooo wet
You love to trail your hand down to his sopping wet core after you're done teasing him all day just to feel he's absolutely soaked through. You could actually feel it through his shorts.
Have him sit on one of your thighs (his back to your chest) on his break during practise, gripping and caressing his thigh, inching closer and closer to his core as he subtly grind down onto your thigh before he's called back to continue with practise. He leaves behind a little we patch on your thigh that you have to cover with his hoodie.
His little clit is so sensitive but he fucking loves when your tie his hands back and play with it. He's so whiny, bucking into your hand as your rub soft circles around it, driving him insane.
Loves when you hold your hand over his mouth and finger fuck his pretty pink pussy unti he's squirting all over your hand and the bed
His pussy is so messy
You're fucking him so good, his legs to his chest, almost in the mating press position and his slick is dripping from him making such lewd wet noises evertime your cock slams into him
Grips the fuck out your hair when you eat him out.
Loves sitting on your face, he circles his hips around so your nose brushes perfectly against his clit
Gets embarrassed when his squirt is all over your face but you love it so much.
Lee know
Such a pretty little pussy.
Has a little hair but not too much cause he prefers to be a little clean shaven
Once shaved his pubes into the shape of a kitty head. It made you burst out laughing at first but you found is so cute and gave him such a good orgasm after that since he spent alot of time trying to perfect it.
A little more on the brownish side cause of his tanned skin tone.
Tastes quite salty but you love it nonetheless
Rides your cock like a fucking pro. Likes to take charge when riding you cause he knows how pathetic you can get sometimes.
Got that gorilla grip too😮‍💨 milks the fuck out of your cock
Moves his hips in time with your fingers when they work around his clit
Loves being played with and fingered with your hands stuffed down his pants, just sitting there lazily whilst you pleasure him.
Always let's out the loudest moans when he cums
Not a squirter, you've tried but it never works. He's more a creamer.
Depending on how much work and pleasure you're giving him then the more cream spills from him when he cums.
If your just lazy fucking then only a little dribbling
But if your plowing him into next Tuesday then yeah it'll be flowing out him, all over your cock and making a mess of the bed.
Doesn't get supperrrr wet, just more so sticky with a little wetness
Changbin
CHUBBY PUSSY OH MY GODDDDDD
He's a cute little tint of pink and has some JUICY lips😮‍💨
He used to be so embarrassed at how chubby it was but you couldn't get enough of how perfect you though he was
Doesn't tend to be hairy but sometimes if he can't be bothered shaving then it's fine, it doesn't bother you at all.
Cutest little clit that's SO sensitive
You love circle your tongue around it until it he's having to pull you off cause he can't handle it. Holding his hips down since he wriggles and squirms about so much.
Can't help but accidentally squeeze your head between his plush thighs sometimes but you'd happily suffocate between them.
One time when you were eating him out and he came so hard that his legs wrapped around you and his thighs locked around your head, his hand gripping your hair as he damn near breaks your neck with his bare thighs. You were scared of giving him head for awhile after that but he felt SO bad about it :(
Used to be so scared about sitting on your face cause he didn't wanna hurt you again 😭 but eventually he did and oh my god he came all over your face after like 2 minutes.
Yelps whenever you give a little smack to his clit.
Like Lino he also doesn't get super wet, more sticky with a little wetness.
Loves when you take him from behind
He can feel you so deep inside him when he bend over completely, back arched perfectly for you.
Loves to grind against your thigh whenever he's feeling extra submissive and needy, his head nestled into the crook of your neck and his arms wrapped tightly around the back of your neck
So squirmy and whiny when you hold a vibrator to his clit. He cums soooo fast when you use a vibrator on him so you overstimulate him and pull about 4 orgasms from him.
Hyunjin
He can either be quite hairy or completely bald down there
His clit isn't as sensitive as the others but his hole on the other hand...it feels like pure ecstasy when your fucking him.
He also rides dick like a pro and will probably pull atleast 2 or 3 orgasms out you before he cums even once.
He knows the power him and his pussy holds and takes advantage of that. He can be such power bottom at times.
His pussy would absolutely milk your cock wether he's subbing or domming.
When he's domming he likes to wrap his long slender fingers around your throat and choke you a little whilst he fucks himself onto you. Might even spit in your mouth whilst he's at it🤭
But when he's subbing he's such a sweaty, moaning mess under you
He'll suck on your fingers whilst you pound his wet sloppy pussy.
He gets really wet too
Sometimes if you tease him for long enough he'd actually be DRIPPING with slick.
He likes to tease you sometimes by making you sit and watch as he plays with his pussy, fingering himself and fucking himself with a dildo.
Han
SOOOOO SENSITIVE
So so so squirmy whenever you touch him
He loves wearing the prettiest panties for you just to make a big wet mess of them when you turn him on
On the salty side but you're obsessed with the taste of him
Even his scent is like heaven
Tease him under the table when out at a dinner with the other members or even on a night out. Fingers slowly working round his puffy clit as he tries his best not to squirm in his chair and draw attention to himself.
Loves being fingered by you. Anywhere. Anytime. He's always up for it.
Probably the biggest squirter of them all
Fucking him open with your fingers until he's squirting everywhere, making such a big mess to clean up
Eat him out so good until your face is drenched in his liquids
Fucking your cock into his soft velvety walls, his orgasm being so intense his pussy clenches so hard your cock is pushed out and his liquids squirt all over your lower stomach and dick.
It's hard cause it's such a big clean up everytime but he's always soaking wet even if you weren't even trying to turn him on
Because of the mess he makes you try fuck him in the shower most of the time but finding a comfortable position is a little tricky.
Also clean shaven but may have a little stripe or triangle cut at the top that he keeps trimmed.
Felix
I usually couldn't imagine his pussy being hairy like AT ALL but from the pictures I've seen on twitter...he seems like he's actually pretty hairy.
So let's just say he's mostly hairy down there but at times when he wants to feel extra pretty and cute for you and dress up in little pink outfits, then he'll be completely waxed.
Love love LOVES grinding on your thigh
He'd leave such a big wet patch after he's done
Sitting on your lap as you hold his hips down and help him move his hips along your thigh. Moving him round in circles and making sure to move your leg up so he can gain more friction
Not much of a squirter but he definitely can if you're making him feel REALLY good
Almost always shakes when he cums
His legs always clamp around your head if you're eating him out or around your hand if your playing with his pussy
It's such a pretty shade of pink and has some freckles on it too🤭
Would sit on your lap (his back to your chest) whilst playing some video games on his computer. Your cock buried deep into him. Eventually he'd reposition himself to be kneeling on the chair but still playing his games whilst bouncing on your cock. You'd help him slam his hips back down onto your cock everytime, hitting his sweet spot everytime.
Definitely a pillow humper
Don't be surprised if you come back home to him sleeping next to his dwaekki pillow that now has a big wet patch on it.
Also....BELLY BULGE
He loves the way he can always see your cock in his tummy whenever your fucking him. You're just so big he can barely fit you in :(
Seungmin
Clean shaven
Tightest pussy of them all
Tries to be a brat but the minute your cock is inside him he's turned into a whimpering little mess.
Oversized hoodies with cute lil panties underneath? Yes please
Punish him by making him play with himself whilst you sit back and stroke your cock. Make him beg for your to touch him, to fuck him or even to eat him out.
PUSSY SLAPPING
He loves when you slap his pussy, right on his clit. Makes him jolt everytime.
He's only had very few occasions where he's squirted and he was so embarrassed whilst your were just sitting there shocked and insanely horny.
One times when he was riding you, struggling to keep up his movements since his legs were to tired to keep moving so he resorted to grinding on you. You pulled him forward a little and started fucking up into him at such a rough pace. He was so dazed out by the overwhelming feeling that he couldn't find the words to tell you that had a feeling almost like having to pee. Eventually his legs started vigorously shaking and a loud moan leaves him as you lift him off your cock. The minute you lift him off his liquids burst out of him, making a big wet mess all over your abdomen as his legs try to close but are blocked by your hips.
You came untouched because of that. The site of it all and the way he reacted, his hand covering his face whilst you just held him up. You had a sudden burst of pleasure through you as you spill your own cum on your stomach along with his liquids.
He was so embarrassed but you kept telling him how fucking hot it was
I.n
Actually kinda hairy down there but keeps it trimmed down
Doesn't squirt and never has done
Creams quite a fair bit
So sensitive inside his pussy
Soooooo loud when your fucking him, he just can't handle the intense feeling of his pussy getting pounded by you.
Would be such a good boy for you
Would bend over and arch his back for you, ready for your to ruin him
He can get so desperate at times at even tries to back his ass up into your crotch just begging to be filled by you
Has such a big breeding kink
Loves when you fill his pussy to the brim, loves how it feels when your warm cum shoots out into him.
Loves the way your cum trickles out his hole and down all down him.
Clenches around you SO much but he can't help it :(
He'd let you bend him into whatever position you want and take him apart.
Prefers to be fucked by your cock rather than your fingers or eating him out but he does love when you play with his pussy.
He'd be so whiny as your rub gentle circles around his clit 😮‍💨.
When you do eat him out though he has such a bitter-sweet taste that you just can't help but savour every bit of it.
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heyjudeb · 5 months ago
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You're Perfect - Trent Alexander Arnold
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Summary: After getting drunk on a one night out with Trent, the drunk pillow talk reveals Y/N's inner thoughts Word Count: 1.5k
Warnings: drunken state, mostly fluff
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Trent reached over to fasten Y/N's seatbelt after struggling to get her into the car due to her laughing, drunken state. She rarely drank, but Trent's big win yesterday led to most of the team members and their girlfriends celebrating at the club.
Before leaving for the club, Trent had promised to only have one drink, and Y/N saw this as the perfect opportunity to have some fun, assigning him as the designated driver.
"Baby, try not to throw up until we get home, please," he said, giving her hand a quick kiss before driving off.
"Throw up?!" she looked at him, clearly drunk. "Oh, please. I can go for another round right now!"
He laughed out loud, placing his hand on her thigh. He made sure to drive at a normal speed, even though he usually drove faster. He didn't want to startle Y/N, who often told him to slow down when he did.
Y/N leaned her head back and closed her eyes, a smile on her face. "You know," she began, her words slightly slurred, "I think I could totally be a singer."
Trent glanced at her, amused. "Oh really? What makes you think that?"
"Because," she said, opening her eyes and grinning at him, "I always nail karaoke nights. Remember last time? I was basically Beyoncé."
Trent chuckled. "I do remember. You were... something else."
"Hey!" she protested, hitting his arm lightly. "I was amazing and you know it. You were just too busy being all serious to appreciate my talent."
He shook his head, laughing. "I'm sorry, love. Next time, I'll make sure to be your number one fan."
"You better," she said, her tone mock-serious. "Because one day, I'll be famous, and you'll be just Trent, the footballer who used to drive me home.'"
He laughed even harder at that, the sound filling the car and making Y/N giggle along with him. "Alright, future superstar, let's get you home and in bed before you start planning your world tour." Trent pulled into the driveway and turned off the engine. He glanced over at Y/N, who was leaning against the window, her eyes half-closed.
"Alright, we're home, baby" he said softly, unbuckling his seatbelt and getting out of the car. He walked around to her side and opened the door. When she stumbled slightly, giggling as he caught her, he decided it was best to just carry her inside.
With a firm grip, Trent scooped her up into his arms. She rested her head against his shoulder, asigh escaping her lips. "My hero," she murmured, her voice slurred.
He chuckled. "Always, love."
He carried her to the front door, managing to unlock it without too much trouble despite her squirming slightly in his arms. Once inside, he headed straight for the bedroom. As soon as they reached the bed, Y/N tried to wriggle out of his arms, clearly aiming to lay down onto the mattress.
"Hold on, love," he said, lowering her gently onto the edge of the bed. "You need to wash your face and change your clothes first."
"Mmm... don't wanna," she mumbled, her words slurred. "Wanna sleep."
Trent shook his head, smiling as he knelt in front of her. "You’ll thank me in the morning. Come on, it’ll only take a minute." She pouted, looking at him with pouty eyes. "But Trent... you're so comfy. And handsome. And perfect."
He chuckled, his heart swelling at her sweet words. "Thank you, honey. But that’s not going to get you out of washing up."
She groaned, attempting to sit up but failing miserably. "You do it then. I'm too tired." He couldn't help but laugh. "Alright, babygirl. Let's get you sorted out." He loved this side of hers, always too honest and loving. She always speaks what's on her mind when she's drunk.
With gentle care, Trent helped her to the bathroom. She leaned heavily against him, still giggling and murmuring affectionate things. "I love you, Trent. You're the best boyfriend ever."
"I love you too, Y/N" he replied, his voice warm. "Now, let's get this makeup off."
He dampened a washcloth and began to gently clean her face, her eyes fluttering closed as he did. "You're so good at this. Maybe you should be a makeup artist."
He laughed softly. "I'll stick to football, thanks."
Once her face was clean, he helped her change into more comfortable clothes. It was a bit of a struggle, with Y/N being more of a burden than a help, but he managed. Finally, he guided her back to bed, tucking her in and kissing her forehead. Then, he headed to the bathroom to get ready for bed himself. After he finished, he returned to the bedroom and called out softly, "You still awake, love?"
She mumbled in response, letting him know she was still awake. "Mmm... yeah. Just... thinking."
He lay down facing her, brushing her hair out of her face. "What are you thinking about?"
"Everything," she slurred, her eyes half-open. "You. Us. Life. And... do you think aliens are real?"
Trent blinked, surprised by the topics she was overthinking. "Aliens? That's a big question."
"Yeah," she giggled softly. "I mean, think about it. What if they're out there, watching us right now?"
He laughed, hanging his head back. "You're getting deep on me, aren't you?"
She smiled, her eyes growing more serious. "Trent, can I ask you something? Will you be honest with me?"
"Of course," he said, still amused but curious.
"Are you sure you're real?" she asked, her voice filled with drunken sincerity.
He chuckled, confused. "What do you mean, love?"
She reached out, her fingers tracing his face. "You're so soft, perfect, cute... it’s like you're too good to be true."
He took her hand in his, kissing her palm. "I’m real, I promise." Y/N looked at him, her eyes filled with a mix of drunken sincerity and vulnerability. "I have a hard time believing someone like you could love someone like me," she said, makingdrunken gestures as she spoke. Trent felt a sense of sadness by her words. He cupped her cheek gently. "Why would you think that, love? You’re everything to me." She shook her head slightly. "It's not just me who thinks that. It's also the people." Pointing her finger in the air, proud she's making a point.
He kissed her hand again, his thumb brushing over her knuckles. "What people, love?"
She ignored his question, continuing with her thoughts. "You can literally have any skinny, pretty model you want, and even then you'd still be the perfect one. Yet you're with me." He paused, his brow furrowing slightly, still asking the same thing. "What people, love?" She sighed, trying to explain through her drunken state. "The people that comment on my photos, or yours, or the people that write in magazines."
Trent's expression grew serious, concern evident inhis features as he listened to her. "What do they say?" Her gaze shifting away from him. "They say I'm not good enough for you. That I'm not pretty enough or skinny enough. I mean, you've seen me naked, right?." He nodded." I DEFINITELY, don't have their stomach!" she slurred out her words. Trent gently tilted her chin up, making her look into his eyes, feeling a bit guilty considering he's the reason she's exposed to such comments. "You are more than enough, love. Those comments come from people who don’t matter. What matters is what we have, the love we share. I wouldn’t trade you for anyone or anything."
She took a shaky breath, tears glistening in her eyes. "I just want to be good enough for you." "Baby, you are!!!" he said firmly, feeling the urge to sit up and make her also sit up to face him, taking her face in his hands. "You already are, darling."
"Please, don't say stuff like this, ever again." He kissed her forehead, her lips, her cheeks, her nose. "You're literally so perfect, it hurts."
"You kissing me is making me feel... warm," Y/N said in the middle of crying, causing Trent to laugh and kiss her one more time. Trent gently guided Y/N to lie down again, hovering over her as he supported himself on his elbow. He looked down at her with a tender expression, his eyes filled with adoration.
"You're perfect, you know that?" he murmured, brushing a strand of hair away from her face.
Y/N smiled softly, her earlier tears now replaced with a warm glow from his affectionate words. "Only you would say that."
Trent leaned in to kiss her collarbone, trailing soft kisses along her skin. He could feel her shiver slightly under his touch, a smile playing on his lips.
Feeling playful, he reached down and lifted her shirt gently, planting gentle kisses on her stomach. Y/N giggled, the sensation tickling her. "Trent, stop!" she exclaimed between giggles, squirming slightly.
He looked up at her, a smirknt in his eyes. "But you're so adorable when you laugh." She laughed even harder, her hands reaching up to playfully push his shoulder. "You're such a tease," she said, her voice tinged with affection.
Trent chuckled, kissing her stomach one last time before lying down beside her, pulling her close. "I can't help it. You bring out the playful side of me."
Y/N snuggled against him, placing a hand on his chest."I love you, Trent. Even if you’re not real.”
He laughed, kissing her head, pulling her even closer to him.”I love you too, baby. More than words can say!”
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pepsiboyy · 7 months ago
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UNSPOKEN BOND.
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pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader summary: where chris and reader are best friends and chris is in a toxic relationship. when reader is fed up with hearing about his frustrations with his girl, she confesses her undying feelings for him since their childhood. warnings: ANGSTTT (resolved), cursing, screaming and crying, use of y/n lol a/n: i love this. SO MUCH. you guys voted angst on the poll <3 enjoy, reblog + comment <33 wc: 3.4k+
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"are you even listening to me?" chris's finger stabbed at my shoulder, and i sighed deeply as i dramatically picked up the remote and paused wall-e on the tv.
"no, chris, i'm trying to watch the movie we agreed to watch tonight." i mumbled and smiled softly at the puzzled expression on chris's face. i leaned over and fixed the loose strands.
all i knew was that chris kept yapping about his girlfriend of about six months now that i dreaded hearing about. she was emotionally draining, to say the least. and if she was for me, i couldn't even begin to imagine how she was with chris.
i had been best friends with chris since about kindergarten.
"hey!"
my head turned as i desperately tried to wipe the sand from my eyes, my tears having a hard time escaping.
the girl who had pushed me to the ground had stepped away.
"jus' cus you're a girl don't mean i won't kick ya!" the boy shouted, stepping closer which made the girl take a few steps back and run in the other direction.
i slowly opened my eyes to the boy, my eyes red as i sniffled and rubbed my elbow that had been scraped.
"you got sand in your eyes?" the boy asked as he kneeled down and brushed some hair from my eyes and behind my ear.
i nodded softly and looked at him for a moment.
"i'm chris." he gave me a dopey, toothy grin and held out his little hand. "what's yours?"
i took in a breath and held out my hand as well, gently placing it in his to shake. "i- it's y/n." i smiled.
chris shot me a smile that i could read through his bright blue eyes as well, but we both quickly whipped our heads around when a teacher was calling out his name, the little girl from before following behind with her arms crossed. "crap," chris mumbled with a deep sigh as he pulled his hands away and stood to his feet.
"christopher, what do you think you're doing, threatening to kick girls?"
"but!!" chris quickly defended.
i watched as he left and smiled to myself, standing up and brushing off my butt from the dirt.
chris always looked out for me ever since. and his brothers did the same as soon as i met them.
around sixth grade, i admitted to myself that i had feelings for chris. it was something i always kept to myself, something i never really spoke on.
something i did tell his triplet brother, nick one day by accident, but played it off as a joke because i didn't know how he felt about it.
"you know, y/n, you and chris bicker about as much as him and i do. it's hilarious."
i smiled at nick and shrugged as i took a sip of my pepsi. "well, i don't know," i mumbled as i set the soda down, "maybe it's just all the time we've spent together."
"or maybe it's because you have a big fat crush on him," nick joked, smiling as he wriggled his eyebrows and nudged my shoulder with his own.
i chuckled and shrugged softly, leaning back and sighing. "well, maybe i do." i admitted and smiled.
nick's entire expression dropped. "wait, excuse me?"
i quickly sat up and waved my hands. "no no, i was joking." i smiled nervously, causing nick to stare at me.
"that tone of yours was... pretty convincing-"
"pfft, me?" i started as i rubbed the back of my head and stared at nick. "as if i could have a crush on chris, that's.. that's insane."
nick stared at me, dumbfounded. "right. you had me there, i guess."
"anyways, what's with you and that one guy in our class?" i questioned, quickly changing the subject.
ever since then i kept it to myself.
the undying fear of rejection and ruining what him and i have - that was enough for me to try and move on.
but i couldn't.
chris and i had reached our senior year of high school, and he was now dating this girl that i watched rip the smile from his expression.
that adorable, dopey smile that made his eyes squint, taking his vision away temporarily.
it tore me apart, watching chris constantly stress about this girl for six months now.
now, i had my fair share of relationships through junior high and high school to try and get over chris. nothing serious, because i couldn't seem to feel anything for any of these people.
it was hard. having a crush on your best friend.
knowing that everything you did together was strictly platonic, and it would always be that way.
the credits began to roll on wall-e, and i let out a strangled yawn with a big stretch.
"alright, i'm gonna head home for the night." chris mumbled, eyes glued to his phone as he stood to his feet.
i stared at him and sighed, nodding. "good seeing you, chris. let's hang out tomorrow?"
chris didn't respond, and instead slipped on his shoes to head out.
as the door shut, i sighed deeply and pressed my face to my palms.
chris was never allowed to spend the night anymore since his new girlfriend. which, i suppose i would feel the same. but it still stung, having some of your greatest memories with one another being ripped away from you both.
"that fuckin' hurts!!"
chris yelled with a soft giggle, his eyes squinting as he groaned dramatically.
"come on chris, it isn't that bad!"
you smiled as your fingers attempted desperately to peel at the rubbery face mask that had stuck to chris's skin.
"it's pulling my sideburns!"
"man up!"
you smiled as you adjusted the band that held up his curly bangs from his forehead before continuing.
you had finally convinced chris to let you do his skincare. you had always wanted to, and it shocked you when he finally said you could.
"fine, but just this once."
hell, i was in love with chris. i was in love with the way his teeth had a small gap in the front, i was in love with the way his eyes creased each time he smiled, i was in love with the way he would hold me each time i was heart broken and i was in love with the way my name fell from his lips each time we saw each other.
"y/n!"
he wrapped his arms tightly around my shoulders as he tugged me into his chest, his nose burying into my hair.
"chris, i saw you yesterday," i chuckled as i hugged his waist.
"i just missed you so much."
i tensed up as i felt a tear roll down my cheek.
this wasn't uncommon, the feeling of guilt and jealousy that washed over me as i reminisced on what we once had. but now.. now it was all about his girl who he liked.
the girl who "stole his heart" he says.
the one who finally made him think, maybe relationships aren't so bad.
but she was singlehandedly ruining him, and i had to watch it happen. i tried to give him the warning, and he didn't really have a valid response.
"what did you think of her?"
chris asked as he removed his jacket and hung it up on the coatrack by the door.
i shrugged as i slumped against the couch and sighed, playing with my fingers.
"y/n?" chris sat beside me and blinked a few times. "you okay?"
"i don't like her, chris."
chris furrowed his eyebrows as he looked me up and down a few times, his expression now puzzled. "what do you mean?"
i sighed as i sat up and looked at chris. "let me get this straight, chris. she tells me she hates my outfit and good thing she doesn't shop where i do, and that at least her clothes flatter her body. she asks me if i had just gotten out of bed and if i'm a hermit, and how you could know someone like me." i stated firmly. chris swallowed. "and you didn't say a word to defend me."
"she was joking, y/n-"
"chris, if i were dating someone and he said even the slightest disrespectful joke to you, i would turn it down immediately. you realize that?" i stared at him in disbelief.
chris nodded softly as he looked down. "i understand. i'm sorry. i won't let it happen again."
that was about a month into their relationship.
i sighed as i closed my eyes and laid down, my eyes closing after i had finished crying.
my phone ringing woke me up at about 1pm.
with my hair in every direction and my eyes lidded, i groggily reached over to grab my phone and read the caller id.
chris🧸
i sighed and pressed the green answer button, pulling the phone to my ear. "hello?" i mumbled, my voice scratchy and deeper as i had yet to speak this morning.
"y/n? are you just waking up?"
i sighed as i sat up and rubbed my forehead. "yeah, doesn't matter. what's up?"
"yeah, sorry. umm. could you come over? i'm kind of.."
i let out a deep sigh as i stood up and threw on a hoodie and sweatpants. "yeah, i'll be right there. is it your dumbass girlfriend again?"
"y/n, i told you not to call her that."
"yeah yeah," i sighed as i headed straight for my door, getting in my car.
matt, chris's other triplet brother was the one to open the door for me. i smiled softly at him, and matt gave me a sad smile as he opened the door wider for me to enter. "good to see you, y/n. i feel like you never come over anymore." matt mumbled.
i gave him a soft nod and a quick side hug after he shut the front door and locked it.
matt returned upstairs to nick's room, i assumed he was helping nick pick out outfits for his next instagram post.
i looked to see chris sitting in the kitchen, his hands in his hair as he kept his elbows against the wooden kitchen table.
i sighed as i walked towards him and set a gentle hand on his shoulder. his breathing was shaky, uneven. "what's wrong, chris?"
"i- i just don't get it.. she's always accusing me of being dishonest, y/n. she thinks i'm hiding stuff from her just because i hang out with you.." chris mumbled as he looked up at me, his eyes puffy and his cheeks stained.
i sighed as i stared at him in disbelief. normally, i would soften up and tell him it isn't his fault. "so did you forget to tell her we were hanging out, or did she just think it was a huge deal?"
"well i- i forgot to tell her but i didn't think it was a big deal!"
"god, chris!" i slammed my hand to my forehead. "isn't her biggest issue with your relationship hanging out with me?" i sighed as i looked at him and quickly shook my head. "she's just overreacting, chris. like she always is."
chris stared at me for a few moments before running a hand through his hair and sighing deeply. "maybe she has a point, i'm just sick of having these fights with her."
i was fed up. it was the same thing every fucking time with these two. and i've had enough of watching my best friend get hurt.
"maybe the problem isn't just her, chris." i stated as i took a deep breath, my expression now one of anger. "maybe the problem is that you aren't seeing what's right in front of you."
chris cocked an eyebrow as he looked up at me. "what..?"
i took a deep breath as i stared at chris and took a step back. "i'm talking about me, chris. about us. ever since you helped me out of that stupid sandbox, we have been attached by the hip." i clenched my fists as i stared at him. "we were inseparable, you were my top priority, and i was yours. but now.. now you have this bitch of a girlfriend who is just ruining you! ruining us!"
chris flinched at my language, but quickly stood up. "don't call her that," he quickly stated, but i cut him off.
"no, chris. she had never liked me. i have never liked her. i'm sick of her!" i felt my face grow hot, my eyes begin to water. "chris, you silence me every time, but you don't see what i see! she's fucking ruining you. every day, i watch your smile die and your emotions crumble!"
i saw chris's eyes avert to the stairs, where i assumed nick and matt stood as they had definitely heard the shouting from nick's room.
"chris, i've been here since day one. our chemistry is unbreakable. or it was. until she came along." i stared at chris, who was now taking steps towards me.
"y/n, please don't cry-" he reached forward to pull me into an embrace, but i quickly stepped back.
"no, chris. i will cry. because i've been hopelessly in love with you for years and years now. and you have yet to see it, or do anything to defend it. and that's okay." i smiled sadly at chris, who stood in shock. "i always thought that i feared rejection or losing you. but with her in your life.. you've already left." i smiled sadly at chris.
chris stood still, his eyes glued to me. he had nothing to say. and that was fine.
i sighed and looked down, rubbing my eyes. "forget it." i mumbled as i turned on my heel, meeting eyes with nick and matt.
they both shared the same sad expression as they watched me.
i shot them a soft, sad smile before heading to the door and leaving, shutting it behind me.
four days. it had been four days since the incident.
i hadn't heard from chris at all, and i didn't expect to. i did hear from nick and matt a bit, both of them reaching out to ask how i'm doing. nick asked a few more times than matt did, offering to bring me food. i politely declined, but thanked him nonetheless.
i was bedridden the last few days. my eyes glued to the ceiling, prominent dark circles beneath them. my hands continued to pick at the skin on the edges of my nails, something chris would always stop me from doing.
"hey, why are you doing that?"
i turned to chris, who had an arm around my shoulders and a faint smile on his face. his hand reached to pull my hands apart.
"you're tampering with your pretty fingers, y/n. pick at mine instead."
he would offer, but i would tell him no after a soft laugh.
i turned to my window and frowned at the soft pitter patter that clashed with the glass, my chest rising a bit more in a deep breath before i sat up.
i went to my bathroom and looked at myself in the mirror.
i'm a fucking wreck.
i think i'd rather crawl into a hidey hole and never leave than have the public eye see me like this.
i ran the water in the sink and let my hand run beneath it before allowing my fingers to glide through my hair, gently brushing through it with my fingers.
i then went to my kitchen to find something to eat, but narrowed my eyes when seeing nothing but yogurts and an apple sitting inside.
with a deep sigh, i took a yogurt and peeled it opened, digging through the drawer to grab a spoon.
i laid against the couch and sighed as i stared at the ceiling, mindlessly eating yogurt.
strawberry flavored yogurt.
"why is this one green?"
i giggled as i held up the green strawberry to chris's face, biting my lip to suppress a laugh. "it's almost as big as your nose."
"hey!" chris clasped his hands over his nose, his face growing red. "don't even say that," he giggled as he flicked my forehead.
"ow! what'd you flick me for!"
chris simply let out a cheeky giggle and began running in the opposite direction, shamelessly apologizing to the few people he had bumped into.
i smiled at him from afar, admiring the way his silky hair bounced with each stride he took away from me before continuing to pick at the strawberries.
ding dong.
my body jolted at the loud sound as i lifted my head and sighed loudly. "coming!!" i yelled, wrapping a blanket around my pajamas and fixing my hair as i went to the door and turned the handle, opening it quickly. "hello?"
my eyes widened and my face fell.
christopher sturniolo, standing at my doorstep with soaking wet hair and shaky breaths, his hands grasping his belongings that were slightly dampened from the rain.
"chris? what are you doing here?" i asked, my voice just above a whisper.
"please, can we please talk?" chris asked, his voice sounding just as broken as mine.
i pulled the door opened further and let him in, mentally thanking him for stomping his shoes on the mat outside before trailing his feet indoors.
"take a seat, do you want a towel?" i asked him, carefully stepping inside and looking at him.
chris shot me a soft smile and nodded. "that'd be awesome, actually.. thanks.." he mumbled, standing awkwardly beside the couch. he didn't want to get it wet.
i ran to the hallway closet and grabbed a towel, smiling softly as i handed it back to him.
he thanked me and pulled it onto his head, drying his hair and face with a soft sigh.
we stood awkwardly for a few moments before we each spoke up.
"chris-"
"y/n-"
we both chuckled.
chris stared at me with a look i hadn't really seen before. well, not in a while.
"i broke up with her." chris stated.
i blinked a few times as i looked at him, slightly confused. "what? how come?"
chris stared at me, dumbfounded. "you were absolutely right. and i don't know why i let her stick around for so long." chris whispered.
i nodded as i stared as him, gently taking a seat beside him on the couch.
"what you said to me the other day, i-"
"it's okay if you don't feel the same chris." i gently set a hand on his shoulder.
"i just- i got frustrated, i accidentally opened up to something i shouldn't have, and i just don't want to ruin our friendship or what we have, or upset you, but if you don't feel the same, it's okay, i just-"
i rambled. and i was cut off.
by the feeling of chris's lips against mine.
the most gentle kiss known to man, his hand against my jaw as he closed his eyes. his bangs tickled the bridge of my nose as he tilted his head and pulled away.
"and i thought i talked too much," chris whispered, his face a bright shade of red as he smiled at me.
i stared at him in shock. "chris-"
"i'm sorry i was too stupid to realize that you've been the one for me since that day in kindergarten when that bitch shoved you in the sand."
i chuckled and gently pulled him into a tight hug, my eyes closing.
"thank you so much, chris.." i whispered.
chris hugged me back, his arms wrapping around my waist. "what're you thankin' me for?" he questioned, his hand gently rubbing my back.
i sighed and took in his scent, nuzzling into him and letting out a deep sigh.
"just... for bein' here. and the best."
chris chuckled softly against my shoulder and rubbed my back.
"thank you, y/n." chris whispered as he pulled away.
i looked at him and gently stroked his cheek. "what for?"
"for helping me realize that i've been missing out." chris whispered, pressing his forehead to mine and closing his eyes.
i smiled and sighed softly.
for years and years, chris and i had an unspoken bond. but it was spoken of as soon as it began to fade away. and now i think that bond will remain stronger than it ever was.
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Rumours - Lando Norris
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<word count - 7287> |part 1 - Nerd|
"Hey, I managed to get your wood pieces cut up yesterday. Don't worry, I did them the right size this time," Lando told you, sitting down opposite you at your table in the library. The two of you had been meeting quite often, now exchanging your ends of the deal you had made due to your maths test results. 
"Thank you. Don't forget that you still have to sand them and glue them, yeah?" you double checked, knowing that he had remembered but would pretend to forget to do it. Lando had been trying to wriggle out of his half of the deal, but you weren't letting him. 
"Yes ma'am," he said with feigned formality, saluting you. "And I want my maths done. We hand it in today, yes?" he asked, also knowing that you had already done it. Lando had seen you doing it the other day, and had to keep his friends from seeing him smile at you. 
He knew they'd make fun of him for being your friend, so he often found himself sneaking off to come and see you in the library. It wasn't that he was ashamed of being your friend, he just didn't want to face the backlash from his friends. 
Plus, he hadn't forgotten the hurt written all over your face when Max had made those comments about you nearly a week prior now, and he couldn't let you go through that again. He didn't know why, he had harboured a soft spot for you. 
Maybe it was because you weren't outwardly trying to flirt with him, maybe it was because you treated him normally, maybe it was because he liked you more than he liked everyone else. He found your sassiness endearing, and a welcome surprise. 
"Of course, but you're still going to learn how to solve quadratics at some point, you know that, right?" you told him, pushing the papers that were his homework over the desk and towards him. You had gotten pretty much perfect at plagiarising his handwriting so the teacher wouldn't be able to tell it was actually you doing the work. 
You and Lando had agreed that you were allowed to get a few of the harder questions wrong, just so it didn't seem like he had become a random genius overnight. He didn't want an expectation to be put on him once he actually had to do his own homework again, so he was fine with you messing up sometimes. 
"You'll teach me, I know you will," he smirked, and he was completely right. You would teach him, just like you had been pretty much all of his other subjects. You helped him with everything at this point, and he was more than grateful - even if he would never tell you that. 
The friendship that the two of you had formed was quick, to say the least. This time a week ago, you would have avoided Lando Norris at all times. He was cocky, arrogant and a downright dick. But now? He was lovely. 
Those short, daily meetings to check in on the progress that you were making on your ends of the deal were some of your favourite parts of the day - and they were his too. It was nice for both of you to just let loose and have a little giggle, even if you were meant to be being silent in the library. 
Neither of you really knew how you had become friends, you just sort of... had. After you had opened your results together, it was just how you were. It wasn't some slow and steady thing, it was more like an instant connection, and immediate understanding of each other. 
"You're right, I will. I need you to be better than Max," you said, still not liking Lando's best friend after the far from tasteful comments he had made about you. Lando had said that Max had apologised to him for it, but he had never directly apologised to you. 
Lando completely understood the resentment. If anything, he encouraged it. He hadn't helped, he knew that, but at least he had apologised. He tried to get Max to say sorry to you, but he had always refused. "I will be. How that idiot is in top set is beyond me," he quietly chuckled so that the librarian wouldn't tell you to be quiet. 
"You and me both," you agreed, just looking at him. He had always been handsome, even when you thought he was a massive dick. But now? He was even more handsome. That happened a lot of the time, really. 
If someone has a good personality, their looks are suddenly elevated by the tenfold. If they're a complete and utter arsewipe? Then they could be the most dashing guy in the world yet they'll look average at best. 
Now, looking at Lando, you thought he was gorgeous. If only you knew how he saw you. He had never really paid you much notice, not until now. Not until you had been stuck on the bus together. You were pretty at a glance, but the more he looked at you, the more he truly believed you were the prettiest girl in school.
Anyway, now wasn't the time for admiring each other's good looks. The pair of you had maths next period, and you didn't want to be seen together again. Lando was pretty sure that no comments would be made if you walked in at the same time, but he understood why you didn't want to run the risk again.
He'd go and find Max to walk with him, and you'd get to maths first like you always did. Bidding Lando farewell, you took yourself through the corridors of your school and down to the maths row. All of the classrooms were identical, save from a few student-made posters messily blue-tacked onto the walls.
Your teacher smiled as you walked in, not surprised to see you in early in the slightest. Eventually, everyone filtered in, Lando sending you a small smile as he walked behind Max to their seats on the back row. 
All of you had your books out and were ready to start, but your teacher didn't make any headway on actually starting the lesson. "OK everybody, before we begin today, I do have a few changes to the seating plan," she said, earning a chorus of groans from the class. 
You weren't so bothered, though. Anyone would've been better than sitting between the wall and one of Lando's dumb friends. Well, maybe anyone apart from Max, but you didn't think your teacher would do that to you. 
"We'll start with Max, can you swap with Lilly on the front row, please?" she asked as Max huffed, clearly not impressed with being put on the front row. Lando also wasn't overly enamoured at the swap, since he certainly didn't want to sit with Lilly. 
She had always flirted with him, and he didn't need even more of it for 5 hours a week. But, he was thankfully put out of his misery. "And since you have been absolutely smashing your work as of recent, Lando, you can come and sit next to Y/N. I think she could be a good influence on you," she said, and you had to stop a big, goofy smile from spreading across your face. 
Lando had been doing well since you had been doing most of his work, but you didn't even care. You were just grateful that you'd get to spend more time with him. Max watched with a disgustingly mischievous smirk on his face. "Miss, are you sure that's a good idea? You remember what happened last ti-" he started, and your teacher's face instantly turned thunderous. 
But, before she could get so much as a word in, Lando pipped her to the post. "Max, drop it." he sternly said, sending daggers at his friend as the class let out a series of 'ooos' and 'get told, Max!'. 
Lando paid no mind to them, since he had seen the way your face had dropped as soon as Max had opened his mouth, and he hated the way his friend made you feel. "Max go and stand outside," your teacher instructed, and Max stood with a sigh and took himself out of the classroom.
She read out a few more seat changes, then put the starter activities up on the whiteboard. They were just some simple equations, so you got them rattled out and finished within a minute. Your teacher walked outside, obviously to talk to Max and probably give him a detention.  
"Hey, you OK?" Lando whispered, still scribbling down his working out for some of the sums. Honestly, you were just grateful that Lando had stood up for you and stopped Max from saying something more than hurtful about you.
"Yeah, thanks for that," you nodded, flashing him a small smile. Lando was going to protest and ask again, but he didn't want to push you. If you said you were fine, he'd believe you. "Plus the three, not minus," you prompted, pointing at the line of working out on his page. 
"Shit, course. Thank you," he softly chuckled, changing the numbers on the paper. He was slightly annoyed at himself for making such a dumb error, but he was glad that you were there to correct him. He found himself completely agreeing with your teacher: you really were a good influence on him. 
You made him want to work harder, you made that competitive fire burn brighter within him. You had pushed him to get an A the first time, and after that, he had wanted more and more because the pay off of hard work was so refreshing to feel. He was used to average grades at best, but now the disappointment was something that didn't sit right with him. 
Your teacher walked back in shortly after, with Max in tow. He packed his stuff up and hurriedly made his way back out of the classroom, undoubtedly to detention. The rest of the lesson went by without a hitch, and it was nice to be pretty much forced to sit with Lando. 
You'd spend time with him either way, of course, but it was nice for the two of you to get a couple of extra hours a week that you wouldn't have to spend being quiet as mice in the library. The bell rang, signalling the end of the day as you all flooded out of the doors and out of the front gates.
You were waiting at the bus stop for your bus, and you saw Lando and his friends waiting too. You couldn't make out the words you were saying over the slight gusts of wind and the music in your ears, but you could hear witterings of your name. 
"I stuck up for her because Max was being a knob, she didn't do anything," you heard Lando protest, his voice slightly raised. He sounded... angry? You looked out of the corner of your eye to see some of them prodding at him, stupid grins plastered on their faces. 
They were clearly teasing him, and it was pretty obvious that Max had told them how Lando had stuck up for you during maths. In some ways, you felt bad. The only reason he had said anything was because he knew how upset you were the first time around, and he felt so guilty that he had let it slide. 
"She's over there, go ask her out," another one one jibed, pushing him in your direction. Lando's face looked dejected, since he knew that it wasn't easy to get his friends to shut up. They'd keep going until he said something that they wanted to hear. 
"I'm not asking her out, OK?" he sighed, just as the bus rolled up to the stop. 
Just like everyday, your bus driver had the same, dead inside expression on his face and he clearly wanted to be anywhere but driving that goddamn bus. He didn't even bother looking at your pass as you took yourself back to your seat in the corner. 
It was one of the unspoken rules of the bus: everyone had their seats, you never moved, never differed from the norm. The older you were, the further back you sat. The year 7s had to sit at the front, and they'd be met with yells and arguments from everyone else if they didn't.
Lando's friends scrambled to the other seats on the back row, leaving the one next to you free. It was obvious that it was on purpose, so he kept his mouth shut as he sat next to you. It wasn't that he was sitting next to you, no. That was never the problem.
The problem was that he was really worried that they would start to pick on you now that they had it in their heads that he liked you. Well, he did like you, as more than a friend. That much was clear to him right now. But he didn't want you to face the brunt of his friends teasing because he did in fact like you. 
It was just a stupid little crush, that was it. Nothing serious. Nothing serious at all. Did his heart flutter whenever you smiled at him? Yes. Did he feel volts of electricity when your hands accidentally brushed together? Yes. Was his day instantly made better when he talked to you? Yes.
But it was nothing serious. 
He just laughed along mindlessly to his friend's jokes, not really paying attention. Eventually, the bus trundled to a halt so that you could get off. Shuffling past Lando, you walked as quickly as you could so that his friends hopefully wouldn't notice.
"Hey Lando, this is your stop, right?" Max piped up, pointing at you getting off the bus. "Not going to see if she's better than last time? I'm sure she's had some practice."
Lando refused to stay anything, his face like stone as he let you peacefully get off the bus. "Was she seriously that bad that you really don't want more?" another one of his friends added. 
"I knew you guys were dicks but you're really taking the piss," he mumbled, suddenly getting out of his seat and swiftly striding down the aisle of the bus. "Stop, please," he said to the bus driver, who pulled over as Lando hopped off the bus and ran down the pavement to where you were. 
"Hey, sorry. I couldn't deal with them being complete twats," he said, stuffing his hands in his pockets and standing beside you on the pavement. For some reason, he couldn't meet your eyes, his fixed on the floor beneath his feet.
"I get it, don't worry," you agreed, not really sure what to do. Inviting him back to your house was completely off the table, but you didn't just want to walk away and leave him there by himself. "Is your mum coming to get you or...?"
"Yeah, I'll send her a text," he nodded, pulling his phone out of his blazer pocket. He shot a quick text to his mum, and she responded within a few seconds, saying that she was setting off as soon as she could.
Lando noticed that you made no move to leave and go home, instead you stayed by his side. You both stayed silent, unsure of what to say. It hadn't been this awkward between you since the bus ride the week before, and even that felt more comfortable than this did. 
"Just... do me a favour and ignore what they're saying, yeah? It's just them trying to be funny, don't pay any mind to it," Lando said, hoping that you weren't bothered by what his friends were saying. The last thing he wanted was for you to be upset by what they were saying, since he valued your feelings a lot more than he thought he ought to. 
He also highly valued your opinion of him more then he deemed necessary. He didn't want you thinking ill of him, or of his choice in friends. He didn't want you thinking that he was like them, or that he would say things like that. He didn't want you thinking that he didn't care.
Because he did. More than he'd ever care to admit. 
"Yeah, sure," you nodded, not fully convinced. Any time you'd ever been seen with Lando in school by other people that weren't the library lot, you were chastised for it. Yes, it had only been twice, but that was enough to convince you that being around Lando inherently meant that you were going to be hassled. 
Of course, you didn't want it to be like that. Life would be so much easier if you were allowed to just be his friend, and nothing else. You'd help him with maths and whatever other subjects he needed, you could sit together in class without having the mick taken out of you, and you could just enjoy his company. 
Lando could tell that you weren't swayed by his words, and he didn't blame you. His friends would likely make comments for the remainder of the year, and he'd just have to take it in his stride. 
Soon enough, Lando's mum pulled up at the bus stop, getting out of the car to come and greet you. "Y/N, it's lovely to see you again," she beamed, and the smile on her face was enough to quell the worries and slight annoyance that you felt at that moment. 
"Likewise," you nodded, spotting the same scarf around her neck that she let you borrow when the picked you up the week prior. 
"How has your day been, sweetheart?" she asked, even though her motherly instincts could instantly tell that something was wrong. She had also clocked how Lando would barely make eye contact with her or you, and he was fidgeting with his fingers. 
"Good, yeah. Lando now sits with me in maths, so that's... fun." you trailed off, looking for the right word to describe it. Lando sitting with you wasn't the problem, it was the consequences of it. 
"Then I'm sure you can keep helping him out with getting those A's," she smiled. "Now Lando and I have to dash, dinner is nearly ready." 
"Sure, it was nice to see you again. Lando, I'll see you tomorrow," you mustered up one last small smile, before turning and starting the short walk off to your house. Lando clambered into the car next to his mum as she began the drive home. 
"What happened, Lando?" she asked her son, not having the patience to wait any longer to find out what was bothering the both of you. He stayed silent, just staring at the road ahead as she glanced at him. 
He knew her silence meant she was waiting for an answer, and he also knew that lying to her would get him absolutely nowhere. "Just my friends being di- they're being idiots." he corrected himself, his mum chuckling at the slip up. 
"What have they done? Did they say something about Y/N again?" she pushed, waiting for Lando to cave and tell her everything. It never took her long for him to crack and pour out his soul to her, but it would take a bit of prompting. 
"It's just because I've been moved to sit next to her in maths, and after last week they all think I have a crush on her and stuff," he mumbled. And there were those pesky motherly instincts again. 
"So you don't have a crush on her?"
"That's not the point," he rushed, wanting to brush over the tricky topic of his feelings for you as quickly as he could. "The point is is that the comments they make are too far and it upsets her. She says it doesn't but I know it does," he sighed, his mum giving him some more silence to continue if he wanted to.
"I try to get them to stop but they just keep going and it's getting on my nerves." he complained, slumping back against the passenger seat of the car. 
"You've got to try and ignore them, Lando. I know it's not easy when they're being nasty, but it's the best you can do. If you're not affected by it, then they might stop and then it'll be better for both you and her." she said, fully knowing it was easier said than done. 
Lando was strong, she recognised that, but he was already getting worn down by the teasing from his friends. "Yeah, sure," he reluctantly agreed, trying to take his mind off of the whole situation. 
He contemplated texting you to see if you were alright, but that was when he realised he didn't have your actual phone number. He had your Instagram and Snapchat, but not your number. He felt like he was supposed to have it, but he never really thought to ask you.
Maybe he would tomorrow, if he saw you again. He had to tell you about his plans for your DT project anyway, and he had some science stuff that he needed help with as well. 
The next morning, Lando was on the bus as it rolled past your stop. You weren't stood there with your headphones in, shivering because of the biting cold like you usually were. The bus driver didn't even think twice as to why you weren't there, but Lando did.
Thankfully, his friends didn't notice your absence, or how bothered he was by it. He hoped you'd be in school, since he didn't want to go through maths without you. Also, he was wanting to come to the library. It was part of his routine now, and he didn't want to break it. 
He didn't see you in first or second period, but he didn't have any classes with you until later. Going to the library at break, he didn't find you in your corner table, and he really was thinking that you weren't in school today. 
Meanwhile, however, Lando was completely oblivious to the rumours that were spreading about the two of you. The more tame ones were that you both had crushes on each other, and the much worse ones made your skin crawl. 
It was basically all just what Max had said to you last week, complete with the high-pitched, borderline pornographic moans. But it wasn't just him saying it. It was nearly everyone you walked past from your year, all because of how popular Lando was and how notable you weren't in the social hierarchy. 
It was driving you crazy, comment after comment from people who you had never even spoken too. Constant taunts of his name, over and over and over. You tried to hide in all the places you thought possible: the toilets, spare classrooms, corners that no one was usually in. 
Yet you couldn't escape the seemingly unavoidable torment, all because your bus broke down a week ago. You couldn't tell whether you were upset or pissed off, the emotions all swirling together in a maelstrom in your mind. 
You knew Lando would have gone to the library to look for you, but you didn't want to risk even being near him. It was at the point where you were even dreading maths, your favourite hour of the day, just because you'd have to sit with Lando.
The whole experience was so jarring, since one minute you were happily able to mind your own business, but now? You were the center of attention for all the wrong reasons. 
Finally, it was lunch, and you swiftly strode past the canteen where everyone was eating lunch. They'd all be occupied for a short while, so you'd finally be able to find some solace. You also had some of Lando's maths homework to do, even if that was one of the last things you wanted to be doing right now.
Lando was sat with his friends while you walked past, all of them looking and pointing. It was at this point where he started to realise what was going on, and he was catching wind of all the rumours that were being spread about the two of you. 
Guilt sat heavy in the pit of his stomach, the feeling of complete helplessness weighing him down. He gave it a few minutes before saying he was going to the toilet, and none of his friends actually caught on to what he was doing. 
He walked towards the bathrooms, before ducking out of sight and darting up the stairs to the library. There weren't many people in there as his eyes scanned the surroundings. There were the usual people that occupied the room, and you - sitting in the corner, furiously scribbling away at that familiar, crumpled sheet of his maths homework.
For a moment, he just stood there and watched you. You kept crossing things out and punching numbers aggressively into your calculator. This was a far cry from your calm disposition, and it worried him. You had obviously heard the comments, and he knew that people would be saying things to you directly. 
He walked over, pulling out the chair in front of you and sitting down. You eyes flicked up, before focusing back down on the pages on the table. "Go away, Lando," you whispered, the sharp tone of your voice catching him off guard.
He didn't have chance to respond before you chimed in again. "I don't want to be seen with you, so please leave me alone."
Now that hurt. 
You didn't want to be seen with him. This would upset anyone, so he wasn't surprised that you weren't happy about it, but completely ceasing all contact and interaction with him was painful for him. He didn't want to be isolated from you all because the kids in your year were bored and had nothing better to do other than spread lies. 
"No one will come in here, it doesn't matter," he replied, leaning forward and resting his elbows on the table. You still had your eyes focused on his homework, your pencil still moving over the paper. 
"And if they do, they'll just say even more shit and I don't want it," you rushed, a single tear falling onto the page and staining it. You wiped them away, trying to stop more from falling from your eyes. 
Lando's heart did nothing short of break as he sat there, feeling completely powerless. He didn't know how to comfort you in this situation, he didn't know how to help, how to make it better. He hated that he was the root cause of all your upset.
"They won't, I'll make sure they won't," he rambled, needing you to believe him. You both knew it was a lie, and he'd never be able to stop the constant teasing for you. He wished he could, but that was simply all it was. A wish.
"Please just leave me alone." you whispered, thrusting the crumpled, tear-stained sheet of maths homework towards him. "And don't worry about my DT stuff, I'll do it myself." you mumbled as Lando just sat there for bit. 
You didn't look at him, just down at the wood of the table. He didn't know what to say, how to get you to believe him. With a resigned sigh, he pushed back from the table, picking up his homework. He folded it and tucked it into his blazer pocket, stepping away from you.
"I still want to be your friend, despite what they're all saying. And I hope I can be," he told you, before walking away and out of the library. He had never felt so unsettled after a conversation ever, and now he felt so down and dejected. 
Mindlessly making his way back to his friends in the canteen, all that he could hear were your words echoing in his head. Sitting back at the table, his friends' attention all turned to him. "That took you awhile." 
"You and Y/N go for a quickie?" someone else laughed, all of his friends bursting out in fits of laughter. Lando just sat there, face like thunder. God, he was getting pissed off. You were upset, his friends were being horrendous, and he had had enough. 
"Will you lot just fucking shut up? Your jokes are tasteless and downright childish. It's not funny, I don't feel like laughing and neither does Y/N, so just drop it and find something else to obsess over." he snapped, and they all just looked at him. 
For a short moment, he thought they were just going to bite their tongues and sit there. Maybe, the normally cool, calm and collected Lando losing his cool was just what they needed to mature for a moment and reflect on how other people felt, not just what seemed humourous at the time. 
But, reality was far crueler than that. "God is she really that bad? Why do you keep going back if you keep getting disappointed?" That was his final straw. 
"Fuck all of you, honestly," he spat, slinging his bag over his shoulder and walking off. It would only be a few minutes before the bell went anyway, so Lando took himself off to maths. As he arrived at the room, he found that the door was locked. 
Peering through the window, he saw you, sat there in your seat with a few tears trickling down your cheeks. Your teacher knelt down in front of you, balancing by holding onto the desk. Her face had sympathy written all over it, and it was clear that you were talking about what was happening. 
You kept wiping the tears away, but more stubbornly made their way out of your eyes. He felt like the convalescence was eating him alive from the inside and out. He wished he could take it away, make everything in your life as perfect as it should have been, but he couldn't.
Lando couldn't take watching you any longer, so he lifted his hand and wrapped his fist against the wood of the door. Your teacher stood and let him in, before pulling him over to the side. You still wouldn't look at him. "I know we've just moved you, but would it be alright if I moved you back onto the back row?" she asked.
He said nothing, just nodding and begrudgingly going to sit in his new seat. You didn't even want to sit with him. Lando pulled his phone out of his pocket, not caring if your teacher got mad. She noticed, but didn't say anything. "Lando phone away when people start coming in, please."
He put it away as soon as he asked his mum if she could pick him up, since he didn't feel like getting the bus. She responded with a swift 'yes', and he put his phone away as instructed. 
The end of the day couldn't come quick enough as maths droned on and he was finally able to escape. As he walked past the bus stop, he noticed that you weren't there. He figured you had done the same thing as him: asking one of your parents to pick you up to avoid the treacherous bus journey.
Wordlessly, Lando climbed into his mum's car as she looked at her son's face. For the first time ever, she couldn't tell how he was feeling. His face was completely blank, practically unemotional. She had never been this worried about Lando. 
"Sweetheart, what-" she started, before noticing the tears brimming up in his eyes. She would have pulled over, but she didn't want anyone from school seeing. "Darling what's wrong?" she asked, still reluctantly driving. 
"They just... they just won't stop." he said, his voice cracking with the words. "I just want them to leave me alone, leave her alone. She doesn't even want to be my friend anymore, I had to get moved away from her in maths, and it's just all shit," he rambled, a few tears rolling down his reddened cheeks.
"Oh, Lando..." she softly said, her heart breaking at the sight of his tears. He was never one to cry, or get overly emotional about stuff. He was a typical teenage boy in many aspects, and his emotions were no exception. He liked to keep things to himself, only letting is feelings show when they were hitting him in overwhelming bouts.
"Does she think you're saying things about her?" she asked, not wanting to upset him even more. 
"No, I don't think so. She just said she doesn't want to be seen near me when I went to go see her in the library like I normally do, and she was crying before maths to our teacher." he explained, and she was at a complete loss on what to do. "The stuff they say to her is just... God it's awful..." he mumbled, wiping away his tears. 
"Sweetheart I know this is probably the last thing you want to hear right now, but is that Y/N walking home?" she asked, and the question caught him off guard. Funnily enough, he looked out the window to see you trudging home. 
You had your hands stuffed in your pockets with your headphones plugged in your ears, your breath appearing like mist in front of you. That was when it dawned on him that your parents hadn't come to pick you up, you had taken it upon yourself to make the nearly hour long walk home in the freezing winter temperatures. 
"Yeah. Yeah it is," he confirmed, suddenly conflicted. His mum would obviously want to give you a ride, and he did too. He didn't want you walking home in the biting cold, but he also didn't think he could take seeing you upset, or you seeing him upset. 
But his heart won out. "Can we take her home, please?" he quietly asked, and his mum nodded, pulling over onto the pavement so that she could get out to talk to you. Lando got out to hop in the back, wanting to give you the front seat with his mum. 
"Y/N? Sweetheart? Do you need a ride?" she asked, approaching you as you pulled your headphones out of your ears. She could see the redness around your eyes, undoubtedly from crying.
"No, no. But thank you," you weakly smiled, the pained expression on your face making it impossible for her to just let you go.
"Lando told me about what's been happening. I understand why you don't want to be near him right now, but there's no one around, I will get you home and warm as quickly as possible." she reassured, hell bent on not leaving until she had you in the car. 
"OK," you agreed, walking to the car and getting in the front seat. Lando had already cranked up the heating and put the heated seats on for you, the leather warming underneath you. You knew he was on the backseat, but you refused to acknowledge him. 
Deep down, you knew you were being unnecessarily harsh towards Lando. He hadn't done anything wrong, and he had tried to be there for you in the best way he knew possible. Thankfully, he knew you weren't pushing him away because of him directly, it was because of what being around him brought you. 
He was sure that you still liked him, and he didn't take this personally. Yet it didn't stop him longing for you to be his friend again, to banter and joke with you and to just spend time with you like he used to. 
From his bag, he pulled out that same navy sweater and handed it to you, and you accepted it with a small smile in the rear view mirror. Your fingertips brushed against his as your fists closed around the fabric, the cold of your hands stinging his skin. 
You shrugged your coat off of your shoulders, pulling the jumper over your head. It was still too big on you, the sleeves stopping up to your knuckles. If you were standing, it would hand down to the tops of your thighs.
The drive to your house was silent, the only sound being the heating flowing through the vents as well as the occasional ticks of the indicators. After a short while of driving, you pulled up outside of your house.
Lando waited in the car as his mum escorted you to the door, a warm expression on her face. "Come here," she quietly said, opening her arms out to you. Without a second thought, you let herself fall into her embrace, softly shaking with silent sobs. 
"I know it's hard darling, I know it is," she whispered to you, one hand reaching up to stroke your hair. "It'll get better, I promise." she tried to reassure. 
For Lando, it was one of the worst scenes he had to bear witness to. He had seen you crying more than he had seen you smile as of recent, and it was killing him inside. He wanted to get out of the car and hug you as well, but he didn't want to run the risk of upsetting you even more.
Once you were settled in the house, his mum finished the drive home and let him have some piece. In his room, he sat at his desk, just mindlessly staring into space. You were all he could think about, and he couldn't shake you off. 
The sight of your tear-stained face was clouding his mind like an early-morning fog that he couldn't blow away. His eyes fell upon your pieces of wood for your DT project on his desk, as well as the maths homework he wouldn't be able to give you to finish. 
At this point, the deal didn't matter. Sure, you still had 3 weeks of homework of his to do, and he still had to do your workshop stuff for another week, but that was the least of his concerns. But he still wanted to do it for you. 
Lando had skipped dinner, not feeling hungry enough to go downstairs to eat. He also didn't feel like being held to people's questions and talks about what everyone had been up to in the day. He just needed some time alone. 
Just before he was going to take himself to an early bed, there was a knock at his bedroom door. "Yeah?" he called out, the door opening to reveal his mum.
"How are you doing?" she asked, entering and coming to sit next to him on the edge of his bed. 
"I'm... fine," he lied, not wanting to delve into the complexity of his feelings. He didn't want to have to voice his deeper rooted mindset on you. He couldn't tell if he was upset that now you'd never consider being anything more than his friend, or if he was more saddened by the fact that you didn't even want to be his friend anymore. 
He had been grappling with his feelings for the past couple of days, shocked at how quickly they had settled into his mind. Lando had never developed such a strong admiration for anyone in his entire life - even if every crush he had ever had was based off of purely superficial factors. 
But you weren't like that. Yes, he thought you were one of the prettiest girls he had ever laid his eyes upon, but it wasn't the driving motive for his feelings. He liked your personality, your humour, how goddamn smart you were. 
Seeing you thrive in the environment you worked best in was so fulfilling to him, and it was one of the many reasons he held you so dear to him. Yet he didn't know what to do about his feelings. He didn't want to ruin your friendship by telling you, but he didn't want to miss the opportunity to have something real with you. 
You were special to him, oh so special. He liked the idea of you as his girlfriend. Walking you to class, studying together, getting to sit together whenever you wanted and the comments wouldn't get to you because you'd be his. Maybe you'd even be able to sneak in a few kisses when no one was looking. 
Despite being the most sought-after boy in highschool, and the closest thing to an american 'jock' that a british secondary school had to offer, he still hadn't really delved into anything relationship-wise. No kisses for the sake of it, nothing. Hell, even Max had kissed a girl at a party once, but Lando never had.
"I'm really proud of you, you know," she said, wrapping an arm around his shoulders and tugging him closer to her. "You did the right thing today, even if it wasn't the most pleasant option for you," she continued. 
"I know you want her to be your friend again, but you've just got to give her time. People will forget about it and move onto someone else soon enough, but you've just got to wait it out and be there for her when she wants you, which she will. You're both very overwhelmed and neither of you know what to do, but it'll all work out." she reassured, kissing him on top of his curly locks.
"It doesn't bother me what they say to me, it's the fact that she's so upset by it... that's what makes it worse," he quietly admitted, leaning into his mum's comforting embrace. They sat there for a while, just hugging. 
"You need to get some sleep, sweetheart. You've just got tomorrow then all weekend, yeah? We can do whatever you want, with whoever." she told him, wanting to make his weekend as good as possible. 
"I've got homework to do," he sighed, thinking over all the assignments that he wouldn't be able to have your help with. Glancing back over at the desk, he saw the remnants of your DT project sitting there, his mind now set on doing this for you. 
"You can do it on Sunday," she told him, trying to sway him into just having fun for a day. She wanted to cheer her son up after the shitty few days that he had gone through, and he deserved a bit of respite. 
"But I want to finish off Y/N's project... I promised..." he whispered, the words tugging at his mum's heart strings. She had never seen her son so attached to someone, so desperate to please them and make them happy. 
She was proud of him, proud of the man he was becoming. It was obvious how much he cared for you, and she really hoped that you'd allow him back in again, than you'd allow him to be your friend and maybe more again. 
"How about you ask dad to help you with it on Sunday? Make it really special?" she suggested, and she noticed the slight light sparking in his eyes at the idea. 
"Yeah, I think I'll do that," he nodded, already running through the different possibilities of what he could do on your project to make it best in the class. He may have been struggling, but it wasn't going to stop him from trying to make you happy.
No matter what anyone said, how they made him feel, how they forced you to push him away, he'd always try for you. You made him a better version of himself, a version that worked hard and cared about more than just getting through school and being cool while doing it. 
You made him care about his grades, how he spoke to people, his actions. You made him better. You made him want to be better. For you. All of it was for you. 
A/N - I know, I've not posted anything in a week, I am sorry. I have been working on this one all week, and I have started the next part for y'all. Something about writing highschool Lando just hits different. It would be the same if I did Charles, Carlos, Max etc, but they would be in a british highschool because that's what I know best. Anyways, have a wonderful day/night, love y'all! 💖🤓
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katiemccabeswife · 10 months ago
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Can we get a part 2 for selflessness where Leah and yn adopt v and her sister? Please I absolutely loved your work
Princess Spider-man (Leah Williamson x FosterMum!Reader)
Selflessness Pt.2, you get to adopt your now daughters and to avoid an unnecessary tantrum, Vienna gets to be adopted as Princess Spiderman + Leah takes you on a date and takes your breath away.
i cried writing this 🤪
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You had Lilah sitting in the sink so she couldn't wriggle around while you were doing her hair when you heard the slapping of little feet running along the hardwood floors, "No running on the hard floors V! C'mon we've talked about this," Leah yelled out to the 5-year-old in exasperation.
You turned to the door, making sure to keep a hold of Lilah, when you saw Vienna pop around the corner, "Oh!" You said surprised.
"Mummy, I princess spiderman!" Today was the day you and Leah were officially going to adopt Vienna and Lilah. After a month of them staying with you the chances of their Dad regaining custody of the girls were slim to none and both of them had formed a strong relationship with not only yourself but Leah as well.
Your heart still warmed when either girl called you Mummy, the night Vienna had called out to you using Mummy you hadn't fully registered it until the second time. That night you cried to Leah about it and it was also that night that you knew you had to adopt the girls. It wasn't long until Lilah had caught on and started calling you Mummy as well and it was only a short period of time after that, that the both of them started calling Leah Mama.
When going through the necessary classes and checks required for adoption, which Leah participated in as well, you and Leah had decided that it was in the best interest of the girls if she moved in with you. Logistically it was a great idea, Leah spent almost all of her time at your house anyway and it was bigger than hers. The night after the conversation was held, Leah was moved in by the girls' bedtime.
You looked up at Leah who was now behind Vienna with her hands on her shoulders. She gave you a guilty look and shrugged. You smiled widely at the 5-year-old, " You most certainly are! And aren't you just beautiful? Are we sure we're going to wear that today?" You tried to get her to change her mind but she had taken on Leah's stubbornness in the month you had all been living together.
Vienna crossed her arms, "Yes! Mama said I had to wear my best outfit and this is my best outfit," She answered as if it was common knowledge.
You nodded in agreement knowing that arguing with her would only end in a tantrum, "Alrighty then! Now, do you want me to do your hair or do you want Mama to do your hair?" You asked as you finished up Lilah's hair and hoisted her on your hip.
Vienna tapped her chin for a moment, "Mummy!" She shot her hands into the air to be lifted onto the sink. You gave Lilah to Leah with a kiss on both of their cheeks before lifting V onto the bathroom bench.
Leah wandered off to finish getting herself ready, taking Lilah with her, "Alright Princess Spiderman are going to do a braid or piggies or bunnies today?" You had found that while Vienna was going through an independent stage, offering different options was the easiest and quickest way to get something done.
She pondered the question for a moment before perking up, "Braid, please!"
"Coming your way, Princess Spiderman!" You took off her mask and tiara and she began to sing as you were braiding her hair. Though when she got quiet you got a little worried, "What you thinking 'bout, V?" You finished tying off the braid and hugged her from behind, looking at her in the mirror.
"Is Mama adpating me and Lyly as well?" You smiled at her mispronunciation.
You shook your head slightly with a small smile on your face, "No she isn't but that doesn't mean that she isn't still gonna be your Mama. Is that ok?"
Vienna shrugged and looked down so you heaved her out of the sink and sat her on the edge of the counter facing you, "I want Mama as well," She mumbled into her chest and you guided her chin up gently.
"Mama and I loved you so much, yeah?" You asked and she meekly nodded her head, "But because Mummy has been taking care of you a bit longer than Mama, only Mummy can adopt you right now. But really, today isn't going to change much, you and Lilah are just going to have my last name and you're definitely going to live with me forever, and ever and ever," You tickled her belly and smiled widely when she laughed, "And hopefully, soon Mama will give me a ring and then she can adopt you and Lilah as well!" Vienna perked up at this and clapped.
"Mama give you a ring now?" She asked hopefully.
You lifted her off the bench and placed her on the floor, "I don't think so, V. Not yet, maybe soon," You guided her back to her bedroom, making sure to grab her mask and tiara. You missed Leah standing at the opposite end of the hallway, having heard the entire conversation, with a smile on her face.
You had walked into the living room in a long white sundress with little blue flowers and fancy heels when you saw Leah in her suit. She was wearing a grey suit with a black bodysuit and she had Lilah on her lap wearing a pink dress with white and blue tassels at the top, "Don't you two look beautiful," You announced yourself to the pair.
"I could say the same for you, my love," She rose from the couch and brought you into a hug before kissing you on the lips.
"What about Vienna?" The 5-year-old asked as she came out of her room, now wearing pink plastic heels.
Leah handed you Lilah and you gave her a quick peck and hugged her into your body, "Wow, darling you look gorgeous! Did you pick that outfit out all by yourself?" Leah questioned.
Vienna spun in a circle at the compliment and curtseyed, "Why yes I did, thank you very much," She ran up to Leah and gave her a big kiss.
Leah lifted her onto her hip and spun around making Vienna laugh, "My beautiful Princess Spiderman," She joked looking towards you as you shook your head in amusement.
V looked at her in judgment, "Umm, I'm not yours yet because you haven't given Mummy a ring," She crossed her arms and Leah looked at you.
You just shrugged your shoulders and picked up your bag and Lilah's baby bag, "Ready to go guys?" You asked ignoring the previous conversation.
"Yes!" Lilah cheered and you cheered back to her.
"Come on V," You held your hand out for the girl who took it excitedly, "Lock up would you please, love?" You smiled cheekily before taking the girls out to the car and getting them situated in their seats.
Once Leah was finished locking up she joined you in the car and quickly turned it on before driving off. She distracted Vienna with her favourite songs before she turned to you, "So you were talking to V about me getting you a ring, yeah?" She asked and rubbed her hand along your thigh.
"Oh, it may have been mentioned in passing. I think I prefer circle-cut diamonds actually," You teased.
"Alright then, I'll get onto that," She turned to look at your shocked face before laughing and turning back to the road and singing along with Vienna to Adele.
When you arrived at the courthouse you quickly briefed both the girls on what was going to happen. Vienna and Lilah had both been very attentive during this talk and seemed to actually be taking in the information you were telling them but as soon as you walked through the doors and saw all Leah’s teammates hanging around, they both squealed, Vienna ran off to Katie and Lilah was flapping her arms in demand to be let down. Once you had put Lilah on her feet she began to toddle over to Vivi.
“Oh my word, is that Princess Spider-man?” Katie exclaimed as she saw Vienna running over to her. When V reached her Katie threw her up in the air, caught her (thankfully) and began to tickle her tummy making the young girl fall into hysterics.
Viv had begun to make her way to where Lilah was waddling, cutting her walk short, and lifted her onto her hip, “Hello, little one,” She greeted. Lilah had been interested in Viv ever since she first met the woman, her calm composure matching her own.
Leah wrapped her arm around your shoulders as you smiled at your girls getting along with Leah’s (and now your) closest friends. You and Leah walked over to where both of your parents were standing and greeted them with warm hugs and hello’s.
Your mum took your cheeks between her hands and her eyes began to tear up, “Oh my little girl is getting so big now,” You shook your head and hit your lip.
“Don’t-” You pointed your finger at her threatening, “Don’t you dare make me cry right now,” Your mum laughed and brought you into a hug.
A set of large doors opened and a woman in a sharp suit and slick hair called out, “Vienna and Lilah Hansen, case 1747, the courthouse is now open and the session will begin in 5 minutes,” I have no idea how court or adoption works…
Leah squeezed your hand tightly and gave you a short passionate kiss before you walked over and grabbed Lilah out of Viv's arms and held Vienna’s hand. You walked to the front of the room where you met your co-worker and the girls’ social worker, Amelia, and greeted her and queued Vienna too as well but she moved to hide behind your legs.
The judge who seemed to be a friendly old man walked into the room and when he spotted Vienna he walked over and bent over, “Is that Spider-Man I see?” He questioned.
Vienna poked her head out from behind you and you gently guided her out with a hand on her back, “I princess spider-man,” She said sheepishly.
The judge straightened, “How could I be so silly,” He held his hand out to shake hers, “Welcome Your Highness, thank you for being a hero,” Vienna shook his hand with a giggle and when she looked at you, you smiled and gasped in wow.
“I’m y/n,” You reached out to shake his hand which he took gently.
“Pleasure to meet you, let’s get this started shall we?” You nodded and took a deep breath before setting the girls with Amelia before heading to the opposite side of the room.
After going through all of the legal crap and a few tears (a lot more than a few) you were up the front of the room in front of the judge's bench, surrounded by friends and family, holding your girls in your arms, wrapped in the arms of the woman you love, smiling for a photo that will forever hang proudly in your entryway for everyone to see.
Everyone had followed you home and there was now a small party being hosted in your house which consisted of half the girls outside playing a mini-game of football with Vienna accompanied by yours and Leah's dads, the other half of the girls sitting in the playroom playing FIFA except for Beth who was helping Lilah cook up a storm in the play kitchen and lastly Leah, you and your mothers were cooking up an actual storm in the real kitchen.
"Leah you have to eat real food, you can't just have potato smilies!' You laughed at Leah's grossed-out face.
"It all looks lovely but I just, I don't like it," The grown woman complained.
Amanda shook her head at her daughter, "Come on now Leah you're starting to sound like Vienna," You and your mother joined in laughing.
Leah dropped her jaw in offence, "I do not," She whined before straightening, hearing how whining and childlike she sounded.
There was a range of food either in the process of being cooked, ready to be cooked or cooling down that ranged from fresh scones (your mother's tradition) to beans with everything in between, even potato smilies.
"At least try something new, Lee," You begged.
Leah looked at you in displeasure, "Maybe," She mumbled when she buried her head into your back.
You moved to stir the mash which Leah had been working on, "Leah why on earth is this so watery?" You questioned.
"I don't know I just followed the recipe, 5 pounds of potatoes, 2 cloves of garlic, 12 cups of milk-" You cut her off with a gasp.
"Oh my god, Leah 1/2 a cup of milk, not 12 cups! That's why we don't have any milk left!" Everyone in the kitchen laughed at Leah's mistake while she stood there scratching the back of her neck, "Right, you pop off to the corner shop and pick up some more milk and potatoes and when you get back you can go off and play with the kiddies alright?" You ordered jokingly.
"Okay," She pulled you into a hug which you reciprocated immediately, "Sorry, love," She mumbled sheepishly.
You patted her on the back before moving her off, "Don't worry about it, now off you go!" You smacked her bum when she turned to leave.
Just after Leah left Kyra ran into the kitchen looking red in the face, "Where's Leah, we need another defender, Katie's being a child," She puffed out.
"Am not!" You heard the Irish woman yell from the backyard.
The day was spent talking and laughing surrounded by your friends and family and when the day was finally coming to a close only a few of the girls were left and both sets of parents had gone home. Vienna was lying sleepily on Katie's chest and Lilah was knocked out on Viv's, you were wrapped in Leah's arms and the day could not have gone better.
2 months later...
"Alright, so everything they need is in their bags and they have both just been fed and napped so they are full of energy for you guys!" You and Leah were going on a date on her day off and you were dropping the girls off to hang out with Viv and Beth for the day. You bent down to Vienna's level, "OK sweetie, behave and be nice, please do as they ask and no be cheeky," You teased and tickled her belly before placing a kiss on her forehead, repeating the action to Lilah who sat contently in Viv's arms, "Goodbye my little chickens," You waved. Leah repeated your actions and gave Vienna a fist bump after whispering in her ear which made the girl giggle.
"Bye guys, thank you so much," You waved to Beth and Viv as you walked towards the car. You buckled yourself in before taking a deep breath and sighing, "I hate leaving them," You pouted at thinking about not being within arms reach of your daughters.
Leah moved her hand to your thigh and rubbed it comfortingly, "Well I'll try my best to make it worth your time then, yeah?" She said jokingly.
You laughed lightly, "Hey, I didn't mean it like that. I love spending time with you, you make every second worthwhile," You picked up her hand from your thigh and gave it a dramatic kiss.
Leah smiled over at you, "Aw you big sap," She followed with a laugh when you pathetically punched her.
"Lilah wouldn't be making fun of me right now," You proclaimed and crossed your arms.
Leah waved her hand in exasperation, "Yeah because she can barely talk, Vienna on the other hand would be making fun of you," She smirked at you.
Your jaw dropped, "Only because you've corrupted my sweet little angel," You placed your conjoined hands over your heart theatrically.
"Oh hunny, she has always been a cheeky little devil," You had to agree with her. Even before the girls had met Leah Vienna had a habit of getting up to mischief.
You both sat in silence as the speakers played your shared playlist mainly consisting of Adele and Taylor Swift until you perked at a sudden thought, "Where are we going?" Not recognising the area you were now in.
Leah smiled over at you cheekily which was almost analogous to Vienna's when she was up to no good, "It's a surprise," She sang and shook your hands slightly.
After half an hour of driving and singing you arrived at an open field covered in lush green grass and as you looked to your left you saw a small pond littered with lily pads and surrounded by bushes.
You looked around and noticed lines of rose bushes and other flowers scattered around the field, "Leah this is... gorgeous!" You said in awe.
"Not more gorgeous than you," She flirted and when you looked back at her she had her head rested against the seat and hearts in her eyes, you couldn't help yourself and quickly pulled her into a deep kiss.
"I love you," You smiled against her mouth as you separated from the kiss.
She pecked your lips once more before you could pull away, "I love you more," She smiled dreamily.
"Impossible," You muttered looking at her in admiration.
After spending a few more minutes looking into each other's eyes and making out you had made it outside and onto the field, Leah had set up a picnic for the two of you and your heart could not be more full.
You helped Leah set out the picnic blanket but left the food in the basket as you begged her to take you on a walk to the pond. She 'begrudgingly' agreed and you held hands while you walked around the stunning water, pointing out the fishes you saw swimming merrily. You were so entranced by the small fishes that you hadn't seen Leah taking multiple photos of you.
Once Leah had complained of being hungry you let her lead you back to the blanket and she pulled out the 'feast' she had bought. The meal contained ham sandwiches (her favourite), scones (courtesy of your mother) and sausage rolls (your favourite) which she had even gone through the effort of putting into an esky bag to keep them warm.
You snacked on the food while lying in the arms of your lover and talked about nothing and everything all at once. You set up the blanket near the roses and once you had moved to retrieve another sausage roll you noticed how beautiful your girlfriend was and couldn't help but take a photo of her in all her glory.
"Oi cheeky, no wonder where V gets it from," She teased.
"That's all you, baby," You held her chin and pulled her into a soft kiss
Once the kiss broke Leah looked behind you before shuffing around "Is that a goose over there? By the pond?" She pointed over towards the pond and you instantly got to your feet wanting to get a look at the goose.
"Leah, are you hallucinating? I can't see any-" You cut yourself off as you turned around and saw Leah on one knee holding an open box in her hands, "Oh you cheeky little shit," You reprimanded before cupping your mouth with your hands.
Leah laughed at your reaction and cleared her throat, "Y/N, ever since I met you in that Tesco's covered in tears and snot with a beautiful bird's nest on your head, I knew that I wanted to be with you. I wanted to love you and hold you and I knew that wanted to grow old with you." You were both crying and Leah was now holding one of your hands in hers, "I really wasn't supposed to be eating those Oreos and you probably saved me a grilling from Kim, so thank you for that. I remember how scared you were when you first brought V and Lil to one of my games and how I would react and I want you to know that I was never mad or angry I was actually enamoured at how beautiful you looked with two children on your hips and how effortless you made looking after them look." You had fallen onto your knees and Leah's hand was now gently wiping the tears away from your cheeks, "I want to thank you so much for letting me into their lives and your home and letting me help raise them and I'm so thankful that you let me hang out with your daughters cause they are seriously the coolest kids around. I'm serious-" You both laughed at the proclamation, "I can tell you with no doubt that I'd rather hang out with you and them than anyone else in the world and I would be the happiest woman in the world. I want to help you raise your girls to be powerful, strong women and I want to grow old with you. So, y/n y/m/n/ y/l/n, would you marry me?" There were so many tears between the two of you that you weren't sure if she had seen you nod or if she could work out what you had said through the heavy presence of tears in your throat but she had heard you crystal clear.
"Of course I will you idiot,"
Leah lept up from the floor and tackled you into a hug. You went back and forth from hugging and kissing only taking a quick break for Leah to place the ring on your finger and for you to admire the beauty of it. Leah had also surprised you with a similar ring on her finger as she claimed, "It wasn't fair that only you got a nice ring," but you both knew that even if she had asked you to marry her at 3 in the morning covered in blood, sweat and tears, you would have said yes.
You weren't sure how long you had been hugging Leah for and you also weren't sure if you were ever going to let go. You didn't believe you would have if it weren't for a sudden loud screech, "MUMMY!"
You abruptly pulled apart from Leah and held her shoulders between your hands, "You didn't..." Leah just smiled and nodded before pulling you into another passionate kiss.
The kiss was broken when a pair of arms wrapped around your legs, "Did Mama give you the ring?" She asked jumping on the spot in excitement.
You lifted her up into the air and laughed with your daughter, "She did sweetie! Did you put her up to this?" You tickled her belly when she was stationary on your hip.
Vienna nodded excitedly, "Yup!" She turned to look behind you, "And look!" When you turned around you saw Lilah waddling over as fast as she could and Leah quickly went to pick her up. You looked further back and saw Viv and Beth standing with what looked like a professional photographer and as you looked for an extra minute you could see Viv consoling a sobbing Beth.
"You cheeky little devils," You looked between Leah and Vienna before wandering over to Lilah and squished her cheeks gently, "And the little mastermind behind it all," You said jokingly which made all three of your girls laugh.
Vienna wriggled out of your arms and tugged Leah's shorts to get her to bend down and whispered in her ear, "Does this mean you can adapt me and Lily now?" Leah let out a wet laugh, trying to keep the tears at bay.
"Is that what you'd like V?" She asked genuinely.
Vienna jumped up and down and screamed 'yes!' over and over again. Leah handed you Lilah who instantly rested her head against your chest and you kissed her head on instinct while you watched Leah reach into her bag. When she pulled out a photo frame you smiled widely and hid it behind Lilah's head.
Leah got down onto one knee again and presented Vienna with the certificate of adoption, "I think that is a lovely idea," Leah choked out with tears streaming down her face. Vienna jumped into Leah's arms and wrapped her arms around her neck. Leah stood up, keeping a tight grip on V, and looked over to you where you had tears running down your cheeks and Lilah was wiping them away. She watched through clouded eyes as you grabbed Lilah's hands and kissed them making the toddler let out a belly laugh.
You stepped over the photo frame which now lay discarded on the floor and wrapped Leah into a hug that held such pure emotions, happy tears and happy laughter. You were content as you and Leah held your girls in your arms and tightly held onto each other's hands.
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Bad End: Mama Mine
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I woke, that first time, to the most beautiful child I had ever seen. Even through a fever that felt like it was cooking me from within, I could see she was different. It was honestly impossible not too. She looked cherubic. Angelic. Impossible, somehow. As though favored by the gods.
Even in worn, threadbare, patched then re-patched old clothes, so far from new as to have forgotten the name of it, she looked... like a dancer. Beautiful. A tiny painting brought to life. I couldn't understand, delirious as I was. I thought I was hallucinating. Worried her terribly.
She was just a small thing. Trying her best. Too care for her sick mother. She could barely reach the stove. Struggled to carry the buckets of water she needed, to cook and wipe my fevered sweat away. But she let nothing stop her. So determined to save me. Her little face so filled with love and worry, forever a step away from tears.
She was so afraid.
How could I do anything but love her back?
Disoriented or not. Lost and confused I may be. I had a child. Any plan I made? Would be for two. I had never really seen myself a mother, but cast into the role? I refused to abandon the child who loved and needed me. Who was innocent in all this.
Instead, as my fever broke, I held her close. Told her she had been so, so brave. Let her cry. Cuddled my little girl and gave myself a moment to just... breathe.
Then in the morning I got to work.
I appeared to be a single mother. A PEASANT single mother. Delightful. We had little to nothing to our name. I could try and fix that, I think. I knew a few crafts. But I had "forgotten" everything practical. Great. Luckily? I had a VERY observant little helper. Who remembered most of how everything was done.
I could context clues from there.
We made due.
Cleaned up the house, washed the linens, aired everything out. In bits and pieces, using half remembered wiki binges and crafting videos, I improved our little homestead somewhat. It wasn't by MUCH. I didn't have the skills. But it looked... nicer, I think. Homey.
We foraged. Sold hunted animals and things we had found. The occasional baked good. More then that? I tried to make time for my daughter. Keep her away from powerful eyes. The sort that might covet a pretty young thing. Taught her what I could.
Not just how to braid her beautiful hair, but that her beauty did not define her. That love was wonderful but not all there was to life. Too be wary of empty promises and watch for how the powerful treat those that they deem weaker then them. To lead with a smile but be prepared to throw her fist.
Also don't eat those mushrooms, honey, those are the poisonous ones.
I wish... Honestly? I wish I could have given my daughter a better childhood. Better education then the lessons scratched in dirt I was able. If I'd been able to REMEMBER. To recognize. Maybe I would have scrimped and saved more for third or forth hand textbooks, instead of the new hunting knife she so badly wanted.
But I didn't remember.
And as we were visiting town? PROPER town as opposed to our little settlement? I heard about wealthy, comparatively, family's having their children tested for... magic?
I faltered but adapted. Was it that much stranger then being transported into a new body and world? Magic it was then, I guess. Huh. We continued shopping. I bought my daughter a new sturdy pair of boots. Room to grow, would serve her well. She adored them. They had FLOWERS on them, mama! I couldn't help but laugh. Ah, my daughter is so cute!
Then I saw it.
As we passed the temple square. The only building in this whole town that could count as ostentatious. Some silk clad toddler broke from the pressing crowds, no doubt displeased with being crushed in on all sides. He wriggled free. Back from the steps and out into the road. Blind to the mortal peril he had just put himself in as the carriage of some wealthy To-Do raced carelessly down the street. Looking around, innocent, as only a toddler can as he wandered farther and farther from safety.
I dropped my shopping.
The world fuzzy and muffled, far away in my panic. Some Mother's instinct SCREAMING as I raced forward. Throwing a few people aside to reach the road. Then bolting. Distantly I heard my daughter scream, another scream as they finally notice, too late, their child was in mortal peril. But all I could see... was the little boy. Turning. Noticing. The big scary horses.
About to crush him to death.
Time felt slow.
I got there.
Then PAIN.
Far away, people were screaming. A child was crying. Small and terrified in my arms. Some arrogant voice was first demanding, then stuttering, then begging. A frantic voice, joined by others. Rich perfume. The... the child reaching for someone. Safe? Safe. I let go. Tried to smile. Ah... my daughters voice. Crying. Shhhh, shhhh. I'm sorry. It's okay. I'm sorry.
Ah... there... there was so much blood.....
Then there was LIGHT.
Like someone had cupped the sky itself and poured it directly onto me. Blue. So light and weightless and blue. The pain vanished as though erased. New agony and old aches alike. My eyes blinked open in suprise. And there? Tear stained and glowing? Was my daughter.
Like the sky itself had wrapped around her. Sunlight and blue sky and drifting clouds. Swirling like she was the world itself. Her eyes filled with tears when they connected with mine. With a choked cry, she through herself into my arms. Oh, baby. My poor baby. I wrapped my arms around her tight. Hugged her back for all I was worth.
"Your daughter?" A gentle voice asked.
I looked up. What HAD to be a noble woman sat, skirts ruined, in the dirt and blood at my head. Clutching desperately at the toddler I had saved. I could only nod. Understanding passed between us. Mother to mother.
Which is why, when a priest with covetous eyes came forward?
The noble women's smile turned cold.
She had changed her mind. She was, in fact, going to have her son tested by the temple closer to home. AND? She was going to be taking us with her. I agreed. Immediately and before anyone could try to seperate us. Daughter mine, darling, honey, Get In The Carriage. NOW.
We got out of there while the getting was still possible.
It was safe to assume, my new noble friend eventually said, that my daughter had magic. But what did that mean for us? Well, according to Nation Law? (Oh goodie. Laws I know nothing about.) She would have to attend the Royal Magica Academy.
What.
I knew that name. I KNEW that name! My jaw was surely on the floor, my daughter squeeking out flustered and rambling questions at my side. But... but all I could do? Was slowly turn to look at her. She was healthier then the game cover. Not as "that's not what real women look like!" Thin that... that in hindsight? Was probably prolonged food scarcity. Starvation.
She was taller too. Less... oh god, less "child like". That had to have been malnutrition. Stunted growth.
The way her hair shown, soft and healthy. The brightness to her skin and nails. Clarity to her eyes. Fullness to her cheeks. She was hardly even within sight of being a plump child, more muscle then anything, from a life of work and survival, but? She wasn't... waifish. I had made sure of that.
Even if it meant sacrificing my own meals to do so.
But I could SEE it. Could SEE the familiar features. The curling hair and doe like grey eyes. The generic princess character that I had been playing right before... before... God, I couldn't even remember the game's NAME. Just the plot. It had been mid at best. Magnificent art. Everyone raving there was some secret twist after the first play through.
So I grit my teeth a pushed through the generic. Tried to figure out what it was.
Never did get the chance. I died before the second play through and the twist everyone insisted made the game awesome. Now I wish I had caved and looked up spoilers. I tried to remember the mother. Did she die? What happens to my baby girl? Should I push her towards one man or another? Let her follow her heart?
It's a long, long night.
We stay in a guest room. Fancier then anything I've ever seen in this life. I keep my daughter calm. Help her avoid embarrassing herself. Tips for when in doubt. See, honey? It's a learning opportunity! No need to panic! Mama's certainly not, on the inside! She's very calm. Completely, utterly, definitely very ultra calm. Ha ha...
I think my soul had a panic attack.
Things moved very quickly after that. In the end, they had too, if I was to keep my daughter safe. The temple would want to train her. Her magic was apparently quite rare. Religiously significant. And being so lovely? She would make an EXCELLENT propaganda peice. A figurehead and puppet, forevermore in gilded chains.
Everything I feared for her.
No. That was NOT going to happen.
The Academy it was. Nobles and their games aside. The education would be unparalleled. She could probably even make friends. Possibly find love. I told her to Be CAREFUL. That is was a treacherous but beautiful place. Filled with powerful people used to getting their way. Do whatever she must to survive. Thrive. Be happy.
And remember, she is loved.
I...Returning home alone felt like ripping my heart out. I had thought I would have years, yet, before my daughter married and moved out. That I would have time to adjust. Get used to the idea, as my future son-in-law came around. Instead? I returned from a trip to emptiness. A life interrupted.
My daughters sewing, still resting, waiting for her, on the kitchen table.
I collapsed. Weeping. In the entryway.
My tiny home had never felt so vast and hollow.
Days passed. Then weeks. Finally, a letter arrived. Delivered by a very uncomfortable servant. The man checking more then once if I was TRUELY who he was supposed to deliver too. Clearly more then a little uncomfortable in the presence of such poverty. I did not care. I had a letter, thick with writing, from my daughter.
She was doing well.
MORE then well. My lessons had actually put her ahead of the curve in several classes, much to the shock and outrage of her peers. They had expected poverty to equal mental deficiency, it seems. And the library was quickly making up for any classes she was behind in. That's my girl!
She had made several friends that way. Quiet young ladies, willing to help her make sense of the complexities of history or magical theory. From nice, stable, neutral houses, too. No tea parties yet. Or boys. But I didn't care.
My baby had FRIENDS!
I sent a care package of her things back. Not indiscriminately, of course. But tools and notes, a few unfinished projects she had been working on to pass the time. Some snacks from home. They would likely still embarrass her somewhat, but... I did not want her to think I did not CARE. That I had tossed her towards that Academy and promptly forgotten her.
The servant, Geoffrey, and I got to see quite a lot of each other.
He got over the state of my house rather quickly. Instead, started bringing things he "just happened to have lying around" that would you look at THAT? I happened to need! Between letters on my daughter's meeting, then dramas, with pretty wealthy boys? Geoffrey helped me repair my roof. I mended his uniform. We shared new year's festivities together.
I even went to the actual festival, like I was some sort of lovely young thing.
As my daughter grew closer to graduation, the questions started. If I could go anywhere, where would it be? If I could do anything? What if I never had to work again? I wasn't a fool. Told her in no uncertain terms. If I EVER suspected she married for anything less then love and herself, I would disown her.
I did not sacrifice so that my daughter would SUFFER.
However... it seemed there was more then a few things my daughter had left from her letters. The next letter arrived in the hand of a man that wore Geoffrey's face, but even as I walked back towards my cabin from the forest... I knew.
That was not the man I had grown to love.
When the imposter turned, no doubt to lie, I RAN. Dropping my harvest of foraged wild greens. I had been planning to make a dish for him. One he was fond off. Perhaps my daughter's magic came from me, my line instead of her unknown father, or perhaps I had just enough to give it wings. To carry her to term.
Because...
I knew he was dead.
They pursued me. Of course they did. But this was a forest I had wandered for years. I lost them in the trees. Attacked them with rocks and stones. Destroyed my trails with rocks and rivers. Every hunter I crossed paths with an ally. Every hunting trap a peril I could lead them into. They were good.
I was better.
But more came.
Then more. And more. And MORE.
And I was not so good as to fend of a legion. I would not risk the village for some nobles scheme. I was dragged, bloody, bruised before some arrogant little sadist. A nasty little creature, like a porcelain doll filled with bile. What an utter waste of good fabric. I told her as much. Interrupt her sneering little monolog.
The backhand across the face barely hurt.
Toddlers had more muscle.
Unfortunate for this brat. My daughter had arrived in time to see that. And worse for this brat, she brought her friends and suitors. A veritable crowd of power and influence. The brat did not have the common sense to shut up while she was ahead. Even I, a peasant, could recognize royalty on sight. There were at least two of them before us.
MY daughter was not as merciful as the Cannon Protagonist had been.
It was a blood bath.
I tried to stay awake. Head wounds and all that. I... I had wanted to introduce Geoffrey to my daughter. Hinted at it, over my letters. I would... would never get the chance now... oh god. Geoff. Geoff, forgive me. Tears welled up. I could not stop them. Just as I could not stand. Just as I could not move...
I was... was rather useless... wasn't I?
Familiar yet no longer familiar arms threw themselves around me. Cradled me close to a softly perfumed chest, locks of hair I'd know anywhere, shielding me from the world.
"Mama..." my little girl said. Her voice the very picture of heartbreak. "I'm sorry. I... I was too late."
One of her suitors untied me. The knight, probably, from the calluses I felt. But all I could think about was, wrapping my daught in my arms. Together for the first time in years. And it had to be like THIS? Oh gods. Why was fate so cruel?
My little girl had grown so big.
This was a grown woman in my arms.
I just... I just wanted this terrible night to END. And as my daughters power slid over me? It did.
I woke up in a guest room. He dear friend Agatha had INSISTED. Geoffrey had worked for her family. It... it brought relief. To mourn with people who had known him. He had apparently spoken of me. Quite often. The sap.
It... it wasn't fair.
But when was life ever fair?
My daughter visisted. Now that i was finally closer. Her suitors dropped by, to pay their respects I think. Possibly win me over, as mother of their lady love. They were awkward little things. It was adorable. I was patient. Listened. Prodded them when then froze up, uncertain of what to talk about. Got them rambling about their hobbies. Really, it was no great difference then most shy kids.
The visited more. Stayed longer.
Brought gifts.
The gifts were expensive, elaborate, and wildly impractical. I was forced to gently explain why I, a peasant woman, could NOT accept their gift of fist size gemstones. It started with "I will be robbed" and ended with "they WILL be certain I stole these, no matter WHAT documentation you give me. I will die". They were very confused and alarmed. Much like puppies learning that suddenly treats were somehow illegal.
Agatha herself? Was a delight.
A very "mob" looking young lady with a sharp wit and an old man's sense of humor. Her personal maid was Geoffrey's niece. That neither held against me what had happened? Spoke of both of their maturity and grace. They WOULD however, never forgive the house that ordered the attack. I much agreed.
I considered, going back to the village, but...
The memories were too raw there.
I decided to follow my daughter, settle near wherever she decided to go. She seemed thrilled at the idea. Somehow, word spread. On the next visit, the future "head of the mage's tower" and man of entirely too many titles, Valtaan mentions an estate he owns near the Tower. How it lies empty. Would be the PERFECT place for a mother-in-law, you know... if he had one. Lovely gardens!
Oh, really?
Then, the Knight mentions how HE'S going to be stationed up North. In a Great Big Fortress with SO many rooms. Just... just SO MANY. Entirely too many, really. Honestly, he should bring more people! Like a wife! And... and a Mother-in-law! Really fill up the place, you know?
Mmmmhmmm.
The Prime Minister to be? Oh HE talks of TRAVEL. Ever considered traveling? The Embassies are LOVELY. So much to DO around them. Foreign lands, beautiful locals, silks and lovely little treats.
You don't say....
The Duke is blunt about it, at least.
I have a castle. I have SEVERAL castles. Estates. He is aware you are not motivated by that, but it does leave you with options for where you want to live should your daughter decide to marry him. And he DOES intend to marry my daughter. Second husband if not the first. Motivated, aren't we?
I politely infor both prince's, the SECOND they sit down, before they open their mouth, that I like them. I do. A lot in fact. But it's not going to happen. It'll be a cold day in hell the day I let my daughter marry into the royal family and they both know exactly why. They pause... consider it. Then nod.
They agree.
Wouldn't wish this life upon ANYONE who had a chance at something better.
My daughter graduates, with HONORS. There is much gnashing are rending of clothes from the elitist base. Ha! Get fucked. I STILL have no idea what the "twist" is in the plot or if I was being punked. Also not a single clue which, if any, of her suitors she's chosen. Could be all of um. I could care less so long as everyone consents and is aware of each other.
The graduation party is, naturally, grand. I'm in a dress one of the suitors likely bought for me. Somehow, I actually look like I belong. Instead of dancing and reveling, my munchkins hover. As though afraid to leave me alone at my first Big Girl Party. I laugh, trying to shoo them away. Go, go!
My daughter stubbornly shakes her head, leaning against me, her dress complimenting mine. Though I doubt I could be half as lovely.
"Noooo~ I refuse! I will be staying Right HERE, Mama!" Her voice is playful but... there's something strained. Desperate, that's never really gone away I think. Not since the accident. "What if someone tries to take you AWAY? You're too pretty! You gotta stay with US, mama!"
I laugh out loud, completely missing the interested looks that glance my way. Well to do gentleman, widowers and respected servants alike. Long time bachelor's, who's eyes linger a touch too long on the length of my neck, the curve of shoulder. The way it dips down, past my collarbones towards someplace... interesting.
My crowd of young protectors DO NOT miss the looks.
Bristle like angry cats. Eye venomous and society smiles sharp enough too cut glass. There is a murder to their expression. A command to Look Away.
While you still have EYES.
"No, Mama." My daughter insists when I try to tell her she's wrong. That I am far from desirable. "I'm not letting go. Not EVER. We're FAMILY. And that means? That means you're MINE."
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mingoooossii · 1 month ago
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Little distractions.
Yeonjun x reader
Synopsis: studying seems so insignificant when facing your gorgeous boyfriend.
Warnings: fluff, Yeonjun( i can't believe hes real), reader lowkey a tsundere but yeah, that's really it.
A/n: not the best thing ever, I was half sleep when I wrote this. Lowkey cringe and kinda cliche but I was in my feels so 😔😔🤧
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'How can he be so handsome?'
That was the only thought racing through your mind as you gazed at Yeonjun.
You were supposed to be on a study date, but he had decided to take a nap instead.
You couldn't really fault him though; you would have likely dozed off too if it weren't for the looming exams.
Initially, you planned to hit the library solo, but he insisted on joining you, claiming he wanted to "cheer" you on. Instead, he spent the time playfully teasing you, distracting you with his silly jokes and charming remarks.
You figured it was a relief that he was now asleep, but...
Actually, forget that—he was definitely at fault. How could you possibly concentrate when he looked that good?
He looked so peaceful. His arms supporting his head, his lips were slightly parted, releasing gentle breaths. The warm glow of the lamp cast a soft light on his face, enhancing his angelic appearance...-
You shook your head, redirecting your attention to your book, desperately trying to concentrate.
You really needed to focus. Yet, the words in your textbook felt completely insignificant at that moment.
Against your better judgment, your gaze returned to Yeonjun, drawn to his features. The way his tousled hair framed his forehead, his long, dark eyelashes creating delicate shadows on his cheeks. His lips looked so soft and inviting...
As you looked up again, you caught sight of his nose scrunching slightly, making your heart flutter at how adorable he was.
Without a second thought, your hand moved to his face, gently brushing a stray lock of hair away, feeling the softness of his skin beneath your fingertips.
A smile crept onto your lips before you even realized it, your heart swelling with warmth as you delicately traced his features, wanting to commit every part of him into your memory.
"I love you..." you whispered, feeling an overwhelming sense of affection in that moment. You truly loved this man...
"I love you more."
His voice pulled you from your reverie, your heart racing at the sound. Though his eyes were closed, you could see the smile he was trying to suppress.
"You were pretending to be asleep?!" you gasped, withdrawing your hand in surprise, a blush creeping onto your cheeks.
"Why did you stop? I was really enjoying that..." Yeonjun pouted, opening his eyes to meet yours now that your touch was gone.
You could only let out a frustrated huff, turning your gaze away, your cheeks flushing with embarrassment at being discovered.
He chuckled softly at your reaction, taking your hand and gently turning you back to face him, inching his chair closer to yours.
"I didn't know you could be so lovey dovey," he teased, a warm smile spreading across his face as he cupped your cheek, ensuring you looked at him. "It felt like my heart was going to burst."
"Stop being cheesy!" you whined, pulling back slightly, your eyes locking with his. "Why were you pretending?"
"I wasn't! I was on the verge of sleeping, but then I felt you..." he replied defensively, pulling you back into his embrace, his arms wrapping around you tightly. "I couldn't help it, you were too adorable."
You rolled your eyes, your cheeks still slightly flushed as you tried to wriggle free from his hold, flipping to the next page of your book with exaggerated nonchalance. "I really need to focus right now! Can you just let me be?"
"Come on, don’t be like that." He flashed a cheeky grin, effortlessly pulling you back into his warm embrace. Nestling his face into the curve of your neck, he let out a soft sigh. "How about a little break? You've been at it for quite some time."
You turned to face him, pretending to hesitate as he released you just enough to meet your gaze.
"Why not pay some attention to your handsome boyfriend for a bit?" Yeonjun said with a playful tone, gesturing to himself with a mock pout. "I’ve been feeling a bit neglected, you know?"
You couldn’t help but huff, a mix of disbelief and amusement bubbling up at his antics, fully aware he was just enjoying the moment.
Maybe a short break wouldn’t be such a bad idea after all…
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ninii-winchester · 5 months ago
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The Heart Wants What It Wants
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Pairing : Dean Winchester X Reader
Word count : 2.1k
Warnings : angst, drinking, language, fluff, unedited
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You got me sipping on something
I can't compare to nothing
I've ever known, I'm hoping
That after this fever I'll survive
"You need to stop." Lily said putting a hand on her best friend's arm, halting her movement. Y/n scoffed as she brushed her off. Gulping down her drink before ordering another. "It'll be fine. This isn't the first time he left. Wouldn't be the last I'm sure." Lily tried to console her friend.
"No, this is it. This time he said goodbye." Y/n sniffed. "I don't know why he kept secrets from me. Clearly I don't mean shit to him, I was just a good lay every time he needed some." She whispered lowly.
"That's not true, Y/n. Dean cares for you." Lily tried to argue but Y/n was having none of it.
"You don't leave the people you care for." She said before leaving the bar and making her way to her apartment.
Y/n met Dean a few years back in the same bar she just left. He said he was in town for work, he told her he worked for his father and he made him travel alot. The two of them flirted the whole night and he ended up in her bed. The morning after he was gone before she woke up. She didn't think much of it since that's how one night stands go.
However, a few months later, Dean showed up again. He told her that he's not working at the moment and couldn't get her out of his mind so he came to visit. And then it became a frequent occurrence. For her it wasn't just sex anymore and she hoped it was the same for him. Dean would come over whenever he wasn't working, or even if he was working nearby.
He always left though, and it stung. She never said how she felt, they never labelled what it was but she knew it was more just sleeping together. She felt it. It went on for a year and a half when she asked him, what exactly does he do, and why can't he stay.
I know I'm acting a bit crazy
Strung out, a little bit hazy
Hand over heart, I'm praying
That I'm gonna make it out alive
"Dean." She called out as they laid in bed, her head resting on his chest. He hummed in response, his fingers caressing her bare back. "What is it that you do?" She said and he tensed beneath her.
"I told you i work for my dad." He replied simply.
"Yeah I know that. What does your dad do?" She pressed hoping he'd give her anything.
"Why the sudden interrogation, sweetheart?" He asked lightly, but his tone held some accusation.
"Just wondering, you leave for long periods of time and i miss you, you know." She said leaning up to place a kiss on his jaw.
"I know baby, i miss you too." Dean replied looking at her face. "But I think it's better if you don't know."  That made her frown and she moved, gripping the sheets to her chest. Before she could leave the bed she felt an arm snaking around her waist and pulling her back against his chest. "It's for you own safety." He whispered placing a soft kiss on her shoulder, hoping she'd understand.
"Is it illegal stuff?" She asked turning her head to look at him.
"I'm not talking about this." Dean sighed as she wriggled out of his grip. She grabbed his t shirt laying on the floor and put it on her naked body and stood facing him.
"Dean I need to know, I think I deserve to know where you go." She crossed her arms across her chest. She gasped before she spoke "Oh my God, don't tell me you have a wife and kids and I'm some mistress of yours."
"What? That's crazy! No baby, I've got no wife or kids, it's just work i swear." Dean said standing up, sheets wrapped around his waist.
"Then why don't you tell me?" She yelled now, shocking him a bit.
"This is ridiculous you know that? What does it matter to you what I do?" He snapped back.
"So you think this is all it is." she gestured between the two of them "just you coming around fucking me whenever you feel like and then leave." His eyes widened as she said that.
"It's not what I meant."
"That's exactly what you said."
"I didn't say shit, you're putting words in my mouth." Dean argued. "All I'm saying is that I don't want you to be in danger, you knowing about this stuff puts you in danger." He said as calmly as possible.
"Save your advice, 'cause I won't hear. You might be right, but I don't care" Y/n retorted having enough. "You either tell me or you leave."
Dean nodded his head before he started getting dressed. Y/n watched him moved all over the place grabbing his stuff.
"So you'd rather leave than tell me?" She questioned, her voice wavered and her eyes filled with tears.
"Goodbye Y/n." Dean pressed a kiss to the corner of her mouth and he was out the door. She fell to her knees and broke down.
The bed's getting cold and you're not here
The future that we hold is so unclear
But I'm not alive until you call
And I'll bet the odds against it all
She sighed dropping on her cold bed. She lived alone in her apartment before he came along, she had no problem being alone. But now it seems to haunt her. She could feel the ghost of him all over the place. He left often but she was sure he'd come back but now there's no hope. He's gone for good. And heart aches for him.
She pulled her phone out from her pocket and stared at the screen. No calls. No voicemails. Not even a text. She hoped he'd reach out. But  she knew he wouldn't. She didn't know much about it but she knew when Dean set his mind on something he'd do it. She remembered how he promised he'd spend her birthday with her. He was three states away and managed to make it in time, though he got into trouble with his father but he told her it was worth it.
There's a million reasons why I should give you up
But the heart wants what it wants
To say Dean leaving hurt her beyond repair was an understatement. She spent the last month moping and crying. She knew Dean and her were never exclusively together but whatever it was, it's over. She fell too hard but who could blame her, no one could ever resist falling for Dean Winchester.
"You need to stop moping and get out of bed." Lily pulled the blanket away from her.
"Leave me alone, Lily." Y/n grumbled. She grabbed the bottle of whiskey that was on her nightstand taking a swig from it.
"Isn't it too early for you to be drinking?" Lily asked.
"Its evening somewhere." She replied taking another swig.
"If you miss him so much why don't you talk to him Y/n?" Lily suggested. "Call him."
Y/n thought for a minute. Should she? Would he even answer? Has he moved on? Did he miss her? Hundreds of questions swarmed inside her head.
"Fuck it you're right. The heart wants what it wants right?" Y/n said standing up and Lily nodded. She grabbed her phone and dialled his number. Y/n watched it ring a for a few second before she threw her phone on her bed. "What am I doing Lily? What am I going to tell him that I'm so pathetic that I've been miserable ever since you left and you probably don't give two shits about me?" Little did she know he had answered the phone. "I can't do it." She grabbed her phone and threw it against the wall. Lily watched wide eyed as the device shattered into pieces.
"You broke the thing, what if Dean calls back?" Lily looked at her incredulously.
"Yeah right as if." Y/n rolled her eyes. Lily sighed at her best friend.
"If I wasn't late for work I'd stay and knock some sense into you. But I'll drop by later, kay?" Y/n nodded and Lily dropped a kiss to her forehead. "Take care until I get back." She said getting up.
"Yeah yeah I won't die." Y/n teased with a smirk. Lily rolled her eyes before leaving.
Three hours later, a knock resounded at the door of Y/n's apartment. She dragged her feet to the door,
"Lils I told you I wont die." She yelled as she walked the small hallway before the door. "Don't you get off-" She opened the door and paused mid sentence. "Dean? What are you-" Dean moved forward and captured her lips in a searing kiss. He placed his hands on her waist and pulled her closer as his lips moved against hers in perfect sync. He moved them inside and she placed her hand on his chest and pushed him back, breaking the kiss.
"Dean what are you doing here?" She asked, a little breathless from the kiss.
"I came here to tell you that I've been miserable without you too. That don't you dare think I don't give two shits about you because you've been the only thing on my mind for the past month." Dean replied, panting a bit himself. Her eyes widened a bit when she realised he'd heard her.
"Why now?" She asked looking at his face. He cupped her cheek with his hand.
"I knew I hurt you bad when I left, I thought you didn't want anything to do with me anymore. I wanted nothing more than to you call you or come back. Trust me when I say this baby, I missed you so fucking much." He stroked her cheek with his thumb. "But you called and God knows hearing your voice made me realise I was an idiot for leaving. So I came."
"To leave again?" She asked and he sucked in a breath. "Why can't you just tell me what's going on." Dean chuckled humourlessly.
"You wouldn't believe me if I did."
"Try me, Dean. I love you. Why wouldn't I believe you." She dropped the L-word as if it was nothing and Dean froze. He never expected her to love him let alone say it out loud. She noticed the way stiffened. "Don't worry, I don't expect you to stay or say it back. I just needed to get it off my chest." She added.
"What if I say the only reason I don't tell you the truth is because I love you so goddamn much, it hurts?" Dean answered without hesitation.
"You're not making any sense."
"I know." He said and picked her up, carrying her towards her bedroom. He sat her on the bed, sitting in front her. He grabbed her hand in his own and told her everything he's been hiding from her. After he was done, he hoped she'd call him crazy and kick him out but none of that happened.
"So you're telling me that monsters are real and you hunt them?" She asked genuinely, no trace of mockery on her face. He nodded. "And you didn't tell me all this before because you thought I'd think you're crazy?"
"That too, but mostly because I didn't want to put you in danger. You mean so much to me, baby. Just the thought of losing you..." he trailed off.
"So you'd rather leave me?"
"I figured if I'd leave you'll be safe." Dean replied.
"Dean, monsters don't scare me even if they're real. The only thing I'm afraid of is being without you. Knowing that you left for good and weren't coming back terrified me."
"Baby-"
"Dean please, don't leave again. At least not the way you did before." She whispered, a tear slipping down her cheek.
"I won't. I'll come back as long as you want me to." He said wiping her tear away.
"Do you promise to come back to me in one piece?" She asked grinning at him.
"I'll try my best for you, sweetheart." She leaned closer and placed her lips over his', he immediately reciprocated with much vigour. He laid her back on her bed, hovering above her, his hands either side of her head. He looked into her eyes, whispered "Always." the echo of their love lingering in the air.
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inkspiredwriting · 5 months ago
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Welcome to the Chaos, Maddie Hargreeves
Five Hargreeves x reader
A/N: I know there are a lot of people who don't see Five as a dad, but the idea of ​​seeing Five as a father, I don't know, I just think it's sweet. Please tell me if you like it, because I have written many little stories with Five's and Y/n's daughter. But if most of you don't like it, I wouldn't post it.
Warnings: None
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It was a surprisingly calm afternoon at the Umbrella Academy mansion. Five Hargreeves was in the library, immersed in a thick book about quantum mechanics, while his very pregnant wife, Y/N, lounged on the couch nearby, flipping through a magazine.
Suddenly, Y/N gasped and clutched her belly. "Five!"
Five looked up, immediately alert. "What is it? Are you okay?"
Y/N's eyes were wide with a mixture of shock and excitement. "My water just broke!"
For a moment, Five just stared at her, his brain struggling to process the information. Then, all hell broke loose.
"Okay, okay, we need to get to the hospital," he stammered, jumping to his feet and nearly knocking over a lamp in the process. "Where's the hospital bag? Do we have the car keys? Do we even have gas in the car?"
Y/N couldn't help but laugh, despite the situation. "Five, calm down! The bag is by the door, the keys are on the hook, and yes, we have gas."
Five rushed around the room, grabbing things at random. "Right, right. Bag, keys, gas... Okay, let's go!"
As they made their way to the front door, they were intercepted by Klaus, who was munching on a bowl of cereal. "Hey, where's the fire?"
"Y/N's water broke!" Five shouted, looking more frazzled by the second.
Klaus's eyes widened in delight. "Oh my god, it's baby time! Everybody, get over here!"
Within minutes, the entire Hargreeves clan had gathered, each sibling contributing their own brand of chaos.
Luther tried to help by carrying Y/N to the car, but ended up banging her head on the doorframe. "Sorry! Sorry!"
Diego insisted on driving, despite his notoriously terrible driving skills. "I've got this! Just get in the car!"
Allison was trying to keep everyone calm, using her power to influence the situation. "I heard a rumor that everyone stayed calm and collected."
Viktor was frantically searching for his camera to document the moment. "This is going to be amazing for the baby book!"
Ben, who was only visible to Klaus, was laughing at the whole spectacle. "This is priceless."
Amidst the pandemonium, Five finally managed to get Y/N into the car. He jumped into the driver's seat, pushing Diego out of the way. "No way you're driving, Diego. I'll do it."
The drive to the hospital was a blur of frantic instructions, deep breathing, and Klaus offering unsolicited advice from the backseat.
"Just think happy thoughts, Y/N! Rainbows and puppies and—"
"Shut up, Klaus!" Five and Y/N shouted in unison.
When they finally arrived at the hospital, the staff took over, guiding Y/N to a room and leaving Five to pace nervously in the waiting area. His siblings were trying their best to be supportive, but their presence only added to his anxiety.
"Do you think it'll be a boy or a girl?" Allison asked, trying to make conversation.
Five ran his hands through his hair. "I don't care, as long as they're healthy."
A few hours later, a nurse came out with a big smile. "Mr. Hargreeves? Your wife is asking for you."
Five bolted to the delivery room, his heart pounding. When he walked in, he saw Y/N holding a tiny, wriggling bundle wrapped in a pink blanket. Her face was flushed, but she was beaming.
"Meet our daughter, Maddie," Y/N said, her voice full of love.
Five approached cautiously, as if in a dream. He looked down at the tiny face peeking out of the blanket and felt his heart swell with an overwhelming mixture of pride and love. "She's perfect," he whispered, tears gathering in his eyes.
Y/N laughed softly. "We did it, Five."
He leaned down to kiss her forehead. "You did it, Y/N. You're amazing."
Just then, the door burst open and the rest of the Hargreeves family piled in, eager to meet the newest member of the family. There was a chorus of "awws" and "she's so cute!"
Klaus, of course, had the last word. "Well, Maddie, welcome to the madhouse. You're going to fit right in."
Despite the chaos, Five and Y/N couldn't have been happier. They had survived the wildest ride of their lives and come out the other side as a family. And as they looked down at their beautiful baby girl
, they knew that whatever the future held, they would face it together.
Five looked around at his siblings, who had formed a noisy, excited circle around little Maddie. Despite their quirks and the constant chaos, he couldn't have imagined a better support system for his daughter.
Y/N, holding Maddie close, turned to Five with a warm smile. "You know, I think Maddie's going to be just fine with all these aunts and uncles watching over her."
Five grinned, finally feeling a sense of calm wash over him. "Yeah, she's going to be one tough kid."
Diego, trying to look serious but failing miserably, pointed at Maddie. "She better be ready to learn some knife-throwing skills."
Allison rolled her eyes. "Diego, she's a baby. Maybe start with something less... hazardous?"
Klaus leaned in close to Maddie, his usual mischief twinkling in his eyes. "Don't listen to them, Maddie. Uncle Klaus is going to teach you all the fun stuff."
Five shook his head, chuckling. "Just remember, if she picks up any bad habits, I'm holding you all responsible."
Viktor, gently patting Maddie's tiny hand, smiled. "She's already got the best parents. The rest of us are just here to spoil her."
As the Hargreeves siblings continued to banter and coo over Maddie, Five took a moment to reflect. Life had thrown so many unexpected challenges their way, but standing here with his family, holding his newborn daughter, he realized just how much they had all grown.
Y/N looked up at him, her eyes filled with love and gratitude. "We've come a long way, haven't we?"
Five nodded, squeezing her hand. "We have. And it's only going to get better from here."
With that, he wrapped his arm around Y/N, pulling her and Maddie close. In that chaotic hospital room, surrounded by his eccentric family, Five Hargreeves felt a profound sense of peace and contentment. They were a far cry from ordinary, but they were his family. And now, with little Maddie Hargreeves in their lives, the adventure was just beginning.
As they left the hospital, heading home as a new family, Five couldn't help but smile. Despite the madness, despite the challenges, they had made it. And as he looked at his daughter, he knew that together, they could face anything.
"Welcome to the family, Maddie," Five whispered, kissing her forehead. "You're going to love it here."
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megalony · 5 months ago
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You Keep Me Safe- Part 2
As promised, here is the second part of my first SWAT imagine for Luca. I hope you will all like this requested part.
Any SWAT requests would be great as I'm really into writing for them at the moment. Let me know what you think.
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Part 1
Summary: While out with the kids, someone tries to take (Y/n) and Luca's daughter. When they go to Swat and Luca finds out what happened, he isn't pleased.
Enjoy.
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A deep grumble vibrated past Luca's lips when he heard the alarm blaring out. His brows furrowed and both arms felt unusually numb as he tried to move them so he could switch the alarm off.
His head tilted down and he did his best to crack his eyes open, his head pounding as it felt like he'd had one hours sleep rather than a full nights sleep.
His right arm was pinned down to the mattress and when he lifted his left arm up to turn off the alarm, Luca realised why he felt so tense and numb.
Lottie was next to him.
More specifically, the five year old was burrowed into his chest. Her face was meshed into his bare chest, pressed right up into his abdomen. Each slow, methodical breath she took fanned against Luca's chest and tickled his skin now that he was awake to process it. Both arms were coiled in between them with the pads of her fingers twitching against his abdomen in her sleep.
When the alarm was off, Luca moved his hand to rub against the corners of his eyes and wake himself up a bit more.
He sighed to himself and clicked his spine into place, trying not to move too much and move Lottie who was somehow still asleep despite the alarm on his phone that should have woken her.
"Morning girlie," He trailed his hand up and down her back, pressing his chin into the top of his chest so he could look down at her.
A quiet murmur passed Lottie's lips, but she made no attempt to open her eyes or look up at her dad. She stayed cuddled into his chest, nudging her knees into Luca's thighs as she wriggled on the edge of the bed. The little girl was usually in the middle when she wormed her way into her parent's bed, but for some reason, she had climbed in on the edge. And worked her way under Luca's arm so she could be tucked into his embrace.
Leaving Luca to be wedged into the middle of the bed, sandwiched between his girls because he could feel (Y/n) close against his back, her face smothered against his shoulder.
"Baby, we gotta get up. Time for school." Luca feathered his hand across Lottie's cheek and waited patiently until she finally cracked her bleary eyes open to look up at him.
He should have known she would worm her way into the bed last night.
For the past week since the man at the park had tried to snatch her, Lottie had spent every night in (Y/n) and Luca's bed. They tried to get her settled in her own bed and for an hour or so she stayed there, but then she would scream. She couldn't sleep. She didn't like being on her own in the dark. She didn't feel safe.
Last night had been the first night that Luca climbed into bed and didn't find his daughter already asleep in there. He went to sleep with his arm around his wife and woke up with arms around his daughter instead.
"School?" Lottie's voice was shallow with a sudden air of panic. And she shuddered when Luca slowly pushed up so he was sitting up in bed.
His hands moved down to grip Lottie's sides and he sat her up next to him and stretched his arms over his head, waking up as quickly as possible.
"Yeah, baby, school today." Luca twisted his head to the left, locking eyes with (Y/n) who slowly sat up and perched her chin on his shoulder. They both knew how this was going to go today.
Lottie hadn't been to school for a week. She hadn't been sleeping properly and she didn't want to leave the house in fear of someone snatching her from the street. If either parent tried to leave her alone she would scream. She was following Luca around like a shadow when he was home and when he was at work, she clung to (Y/n) and wouldn't let her out of her sight.
But they needed to get Lottie back into her routines. They had to get her back to school and start taking her outside and show her that she was safe. They weren't going to let her go out on her own, she was always going to be with someone and they were all going to protect her. But she couldn't hide away inside to try and stay safe, that wasn't going to make things any better.
"Go wake Jake and get dressed for me, girlie."
The uneasy look on Lottie's face made Luca's stomach churn but he kept a calm smile on his face and watched her shuffle off the bed and sluggishly wander out the room.
"You think she'll make it through the whole day?" (Y/n) leaned forward and looped both arms around Luca's neck and attached her lips to the side of his neck. She felt his hands come up to squeeze her wrists and he leaned back into her, leaning his cheek against the top of her head.
She wasn't so sure if their daughter was going to last a full day at school, but even half a day would be going in the right direction. Slow and steady was their best bet and they needed to try.
"I hope so."
Luca got himself up and dressed in his basic work clothes, consisting of a pair of black cargo pants and a black cotton shirt with the Swat logo over the left breast.
He headed out the bathroom, smiling and reaching out to ruffle Jake's hair as the eldest shot past him to head downstairs for breakfast.
Just as Luca was about to head downstairs, he stopped and peered into Lottie's room. His head tilted to one side and he folded his arms over his chest, leaning against the door with his eyes set on his daughter. She was dressed in her uniform, pulling the sleeves of her jumper down over her hands, but the moment she noticed him in the doorway, her arms bound around her waist and she meekly rushed over to him.
"Shall we get some breakfast?" He reached his hand down to card through her hair when she pushed forward against his legs and pressed her face into his abdomen.
"Don't feel well, daddy. Feel sick."
Luca rolled his lips together and crouched down on his heels in front of her. His hands reached out for her sides and he gently tugged her to stand between his parted knees. He pressed their temples together, smoothing his thumbs up and down her sides as a tender look flashed across his face.
"Baby, you love school." Luca knew out of Jake and Lottie, she was the one who preferred going to school. Jake was dyslexic, he took after Luca in that respect and he found it hard to concentrate and reading and writing was hard for him. But Lottie loved being at school, she was a social butterfly with her friends and she loved learning new things.
Her eyes stayed downcast and she unravelled her arms from her waist to hold onto Luca's forearms.
"Don't want to go, feel sick."
"Sick, or nervous?" When she didn't answer, Luca's smile softened and he reached out to press a finger beneath her chin, tilting her head up so she was looking at him again. "Why don't you want to go, hm? Talk to me."
Lottie's eyes cast down until Luca brushed his thumb over her chin to gain her attention. She could talk to him, she could tell him why she didn't want to go and he would try to help. But he couldn't just keep her home because she was nervous and she couldn't tell them she was sick in order to stay home.
"You and mummy won't be there, I won't be safe."
Tears threatened to fall down Luca's face. He did his best to push them away as he flopped his head back and looked up at the lilac ceiling. He took a deep breath, taking his time to collect his thoughts and try to think what he cuold say to prove to his daughter that she was going to be safe.
He couldn't have Lottie thinking she was never going to be safe again after what happened. He couldn't have her going about each day wondering if someone was going to try and snatch her or take her away from them or hurt her. His daughter was five, she shouldn't have these kind of worries.
"Baby," He gave her sides a squeeze and forced himself to smile. "When you're at school, you have lots of adults there, all those teachers. They won't leave you on your own, they are there to look after and protect you. And you know no one gets into school if they're not supposed to be there."
Lottie seemed to mull over his words, but he could tell she wasn't entirely convinced.
"I wanna stay with you… the man, the bad man, if he comes back, you'd arrest him."
"Me, auntie Chris, uncle Hondo, we're all gonna find him and make sure he can't hurt you again, baby girl. I promise. And he can't get to you at school, that's a really safe place, I'll take you to school, and mum will pick you up. Someone's always gonna be there to protect you, okay?"
Lottie didn't answer, but she didn't protest either. Her arms moved up to loop around his neck and Luca obliged, winding his arms around her waist to lift her up and settle her on his hip.
He had a feeling he might have to bargain or fight to get her into school this morning and get her to let him leave her there, but he had to try. He had to try and get Lottie back into her routines and make her feel safe somehow.
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(Y/n) cast her eyes down to the watch on her wrist and she pursed her lips. She had another hour until she had to go and get Billy from daycare and another few hours until she would have to go and get Jake and Lottie from school. She had kept her phone on her all morning in case the school rang and said she needed to go and pick Lottie up.
But so far, so good. (Y/n) hadn't had any calls from the school which meant Lottie was doing okay. Unless Luca had caved and taken their daughter with him to the Swat headquarters, which (Y/n) highly doubted.
She continued walking and passed through the doors, leaving work and stepping out into the blinding sunshine.
Running her fingers through her hair, (Y/n) tilted her head back and sighed as the sun beat down on her. It felt like she was walking through a sauna out in this heat and she was going to melt at any given moment.
She would probably head home for an hour before she went to get Billy and when he had his nap this afternoon, (Y/n) would probably join him.
(Y/n) rounded the corner and made her way down the secluded street, aiming for the car park at the back of the building.
The car park came into sight, but (Y/n) didn't get one foot on the gravel before she was being pulled on her back foot.
Her arms swatted out at her sides and a choked scream left her lips when she felt hands on her shoulders. Her balance was set off and her upper body smashed back into a hard chest that pushed her forward.
The hands that had been on her shoulders were suddenly fumbling behind her and (Y/n) realised whoever it was now had their hands around her bag. Were they trying to rob her? She didn't have much of value in her bag. She had her phone and her purse, there wasn't a lot of cash in her bag and she could easily cancel her cards if they took them. It wasn't worth it. Why aim for her? Why was she being targeted?
She felt her bag that strapped over her shoulder being pulled up and she flung her elbows behind her to try and catch the person in the abdomen.
"No- get off-"
She couldn't breathe.
Her bag strap twisted round from her shoulder around her neck and fright surged through every nerve in (Y/n)'s body when it pressed into her trachea. Her breathing was cut off. The strap dug so tightly into her throat that she was tilted backwards again and it felt like her throat was being cut apart.
Tears welled up in her eyes and began trickling down her face but she snapped her eyes closed to try and gather her senses, but all she could feel was panic. Her jaw hung down, her throat tensed and spit welled in the corner of her mouth, but the back of her throat started to turn dry from lack of air and want of trying.
Her heels dug into the floor, one hand grabbed the strap to try and loosen it from her throat and her other hand flung behind her and her nails scratched down her attacker's face.
What was happening?
Why was (Y/n) being targeted? What had she done to deserve this? Why was someone attacking her? Was this because of something she had done, or was this just a chance encounter where someone thought they would just hurt her because she was there passing by?
If she didn't get any air soon, she was going to pass out. (Y/n)'s head was already throbbing and pounding and she could feel each blood vessel swelling up and pulsing throughout her head. She was floating like she was made of helium. Her body was starting to lag and flop.
"If I can't hurt Luca's little girl, I guess I'll have to settle for his wife instead."
Cold dread pooled in (Y/n)'s stomach as her body turned rigid.
Was this the same man that had tried to kidnap Lottie last week? He knew them. He knew Luca's name and his family. He had known who Lottie was last week when he tried to snatch her, he had a plan. He hadn't just been a chancer who thought he'd take the closest child he could who hadn't been stood right next to their parent.
He had gone after Lottie specifically and he almost got away with her. What would he have done to her if he caught her? What was he clearly trying to punish Luca for?
With her upper body leaning back into whoever was yanking on her bag to strangle her, (Y/n) let herself fall. She bent her knees and slammed all of her weight onto whoever was behind her, hoping it would catch them off guard. And it did.
Both of them stumbled backwards and it gave (Y/n) enough chance to catch her breath when the strap loosened around her throat.
(Y/n) sucked in whatever air she could manage, fighting off the tears streaming down her face as she pushed all of her energy into her left elbow which she thrust into the person's abdomen.
Strangled gasps and sound spluttered past (Y/n)'s lips as she clenched her hands around her bag and yanked it forward to allow herself to breathe. She felt her bag slam into the back of her neck and shoulders and he sent her stumbling forward a few steps. But her body faltered when the man's hand curled into her hair and he yanked her backwards.
"Wh-what… why?" She couldn't breathe, she could barely speak and her voice was croaky and hoarse.
"Because he deserves it."
Gathering as much strength as she could muster, (Y/n) bent forward and thrust her elbow back into the man's groin as harsh and swiftly as she could.
It allowed her to turn around and step back, trying to see the face of her attacker while her trembling hand traced the wall at her side. She needed to get into the car park and get in her car so she could be safe and make a quick exit.
"No!" Her hand reached out to slap him across the face but it didn't stop him from scrunching his hand in her hair and slamming her head into the brick wall beside them.
She felt her head splitting apart like a coconut. Blood steadily poured down the right side of her temple and she snapped her eyes closed so none got into her eyes and made her cry tears of blood.
Her knees caved in and she slumped down. She tried to recalibrate her body, get her lungs working, make her ears work, stop the trembles rattling through her. But she could barely breathe. Tears and blood poured down her face and horrid gasps clawed past her lips as she pinned her arms over her face for protection. Her fingers dug into the back of her head. She couldn't take another blunt force to the head. He would knock her out if he did that and God only knew what this insane man would do then.
Why was he doing this? What had happened with him and Swat for him to attack Luca's loved ones?
"Get a-away from me!" (Y/n) spat in his direction, but she could barely keep her eyes in focus.
Why didn't she ask one of the girls if they would walk out with her? Why didn't she follow someone out instead of walking out alone? How did this man know where she worked?
"Tell Luca that Daniel said hi."
He let go of her hair when she slapped him across the face, hard enough to make his face flush beet red like he'd gotten a rash and his cheek began to swell on impact. Her eyes barely got to focus on him before he was retreating back to the main road and then he was gone from sight.
Who the Hell was he? Why did he do that? Why had he left without putting up more of a fight? Did he just want to scare (Y/n) or did he not expect her to fight back? Was she not worth any more hassle?
Tears streamed down her face, blending in with the blood trickling down from her temple and she cradled the side of her head, groaning at the splitting agony that burst through her head when she touched the wound.
Horrid gasps bubbled past her lips and she fumbled around with her bag that was hung loosely around her neck and shoulder. Her fingers trembled as she found her phone and tried to get her vision to focus so she could find Luca's icon and call him. There was no way she could drive herself home in this state.
Her knees were aching against the pavement and (Y/n) slumped around to sit properly instead of awkwardly kneeling and leaning against the wall. Her head hung down, her arm bound around her waist and she shakily held her phone to her ear, listening to the horrid ringing that droned on and on.
He didn't answer. A burning sob left her lips. She needed help. She needed her husband.
(Y/n) swiped her hand along her cheek but a gurgling, spluttering cry left her lips when she saw burnt orange blood tainting her hand from a mix of blood and tears.
She called Deacon. (Y/n) had to get help somehow and she had to get hold of Luca.
Her eyes closed tight and she focused on trying to breathe and get her system working again. Her chest was heaving, trying to make up for all the air she had lost and her throat was raw. There would no doubt be a line around her neck where the strap had cut off her air supply and (Y/n) could feel that line pulsing and splitting apart like her neck had been sliced with a kitchen knife.
"Hey (Y/n), how are you?" It wasn't usual for Deacon to get a phone call off (Y/n) unless they were organising a party or a sleep over between the kids. But he was happy to hear from her nonetheless.
She took a gasping, hitched breath and tried to collect herself enough to talk. "C-can you help me?"
"Are you okay?"
"Someone attacked me." She knew her voice sounded awful and scratchy and she couldn't help the sob that tumbled past her lips.
"Attacked you? Oh God, tell me where you are and we'll come get you… let me get Luca."
***
"First my daughter, now my wife. Who's next, my boys? What the fuck is going on?"
Anger rattled through every inch of Luca's skin like ants were crawling beneath his uniform and nipping at his skin. His feet juttered up and down against the floor of the swat car and his hands clasped tightly in his lap. His nails scratched the back of his hands with his knuckles close to popping and a deathly white shade.
He was riled enough that he couldn't drive the squad car, something Hondo was now doing the honours of.
Last week his daughter had been hurt. This week his wife was calling saying she had been in some kind of attack. Luca couldn't help but think there was some kind of target on his back and his family were being picked out one by one and he couldn't do anything about it.
No one had a response for him, they didn't know what was going on either and they had no words that could calm Luca down or reassure him.
"What did she say?" Luca slammed his back against the wall and braced his shoulders while his hands moved to run up and down his knees.
It felt strange being in the squad car without full uniform on. He wasn't wearing his vest, his holster around his waist, no hard helmet or goggles or pack with gas cylinders or a gas mask. And he didn't have his taser or usual sniper strapped to his shoulder.
Luca was in his plain and simple uniform with a standard handgun strapped to his belt. Minimal protection because Deacon told them the threat had disappeared. (Y/n) assured him she was alone and therefore didn't need a full Swat team coming to her rescue. She just needed help, and her husband.
"Just that someone had attacked her outside of work, Luca I swear that's all the information I could get out of her… she was really shaken up."
Deacon ran his hands up and down his thighs and hovered his fingers near his gun in his holster. He didn't know any other vital information that he was holding back. All he knew he had relayed to both Luca and Hondo and Hondo had quickly told the team to get in the car. They couldn't let Luca go alone in case (Y/n) needed any medical assistance or the person came back and Luca took things in his own hands and started a fight.
The car couldn't have pulled up a moment too soon and Luca was the first one to barge the back door open and climb down.
His eyes were rabid and his hand curled around the handle of his gun while he rapidly looked around the street to find his wife. They were parked right up front of the building she worked at, and Luca knew the car park was just round the back.
There she was.
His feet were moving before he had chance to catch up and Luca bolted down the street, hearing the team in tow behind him.
"Baby! Baby, we're here. I'm here." A jolt ran down Luca's legs when his knees hit the pavement. He sank back on his heels, his hands already stretched out towards her and he cupped her face as soon as she was within reach. His thumbs smoothed over her cheekbones and he tilted her head up, wincing at her expression.
Luca had seen her cry hundreds of times over the years, he had seen her cry out of happiness, sadness, fright, panic and adoration. This was one of those times he hated to bear witness to her crying in agony and fright.
He swiped his thumbs beneath her eyes, collecting the fresh tears streaming down her face but his nose crinkled when he saw the blood staining the right side of her temple.
"What happened?"
(Y/n) let her head flop to the left and leaned into Luca's palm, nudging her nose against his skin. She could feel her breaths hitching and running away without her again and both trembling hands came up to curl around Luca's wrists, keeping him as close as she could get him.
Their knees were rubbing together but all (Y/n) could focus on were those ocean blue eyes. His pupils were blown, leaving only a small ring of blue around the pools of black which were roaming all over her frame to find any injuries and try to work out what had gone on.
"Someone grabbed me, h-he used my bag, to…" She couldn't bring herself to say the words, but she tilted her head up out of Luca's grip until his sights set on her throat.
It didn't feel like her throat was swelling yet, but she was sure it would soon. There was a discoloured mark around the centre of her throat and her ragged breathing gave away what happened, especially when she pointed to the bag strap draped loosely over her shoulder as a reminder of what she had gone through.
"Oh God." Luca's hands moved down from her face to trail across her cheeks and down to her throat. His thumbs feathered over the mark and his fingers felt her pulse and checked if her breathing was laboured or evening itself back out again.
He was about to ask what happened to her forehead that was smeared with blood, but when Luca glanced his eyes to the left, he felt a growl vibrating through his chest and out his throat.
There was a patch of blood caked into the brick wall. It didn't take a genius to guess what had happened there.
"Do you know the bastard who did this?" He moved his hands up to cradle her face once again and he inched closer to kiss the side of her temple that wasn't lathered in blood or starting to swell.
"I-it was the same man… Luca, t-the man who tried to take Lottie." Tears started to well over in (Y/n)'s eyes and she leaned forward, burrowing her face into Luca's shoulder despite the pain it ignited in her temple.
(Y/n) let go of his wrists to loop her arms around the back of his neck and she shuffled closer until she was practically sat on his thighs. Her chest pushed forward into Luca's and she felt bad for all the tears she was shedding against his neck and onto the collar of his shirt. No doubt she was going to leave a blood stain on his shirt too.
His hands moved instantly and his arms wove their way around her waist, keeping her safely tucked into his chest. He kissed the back of her head, inhaling her scent to try and calm himself down, but all Luca could see was red.
The same person who tried to take his daughter had now attacked his wife, and he had no idea why or how.
His hand slithered up to cup the back of (Y/n)'s neck and he began mumbling a quiet round of 'okay' into her hair before he twisted to look over his shoulder at the team.
Deacon had the medical kit from the car in his hand and he was hovering close by, waiting for the go ahead to assess and try to patch (Y/n) back up. Chris was stood close behind Luca, hands clasped together in front of her and a pained expression painted across her face. Luca and (Y/n) were like siblings to her and seeing either of them struggling really pained her heart.
"Tan, Street, patrol the neighbourhood look for anyone matching the sketch, ask around to find out if anyone saw anything. I'll radio through to Cortez, we need more patrol down here." Hondo gave them their marching orders and the pair were off.
Everyone had seen the sketch. As soon as Lottie spoke to the police last week and talked to a sketch artist, Luca had snatched the first copy. He had it pinned up at home- out of the way so Lottie and the boys didn't have to stare at it and become traumatised all over again- but Luca need it. He had to have that picture ingrained in his mind so he knew who he was looking for.
He wasn't going to stop until he had that tormentor in custody and he could tell his kids that they were all safe and sound.
There was a copy of the sketch pinned to the fridge in headquarters and everyone knew why and what it was about. They were all on red alert, on the look out for the one who had traumatised one of their own.
"Baby, how'd you know it was him?" Luca tilted his chest back so he could look down at his wife and he curved his hand round from her neck to cradle her cheek.
Luca knew Lottie had been the only one to see the man who tried to snatch her. (Y/n) never caught sight of him, so how did she know it was the same man who had attacked her today?
"He told me."
"What did he say?" Hondo took a step closer and crouched down near Luca, he didn't want to overwhelm (Y/n) but they needed to know what they were up against here.
"He said h-he tried to hurt Luca's little girl," A shudder ran down (Y/n)'s spine when she felt Luca tense up against her and his chest puffed out. His arms tightened and his head snapped up to lock eyes with Hondo. "And to tell Luca, that… that Daniel said hi."
(Y/n) pressed her cheek against Luca's shoulder and trailed her shaking fingers up and down the back of his neck to try and calm him down and stop him from exploding. She had no idea who the man was or how he knew her husband, but from the way Luca bristled and Hondo turned to disappear at the other end of the street to talk into the radio in hushed tones, (Y/n) guessed they all knew who he was.
"Luca?"
His jaw clenched from side to side and he moved one hand to drag down his face, smothering his lips so he didn't scream or let himself explode.
"We did a drugs bust a few months back, he got out on bail, but I got his visitation rights cancelled. That's why he tried to hurt Lottie, I want that fucker arrested-"
"We're on it Luca, we'll get him." Chris rested a hand on his shoulder, her expression enough to tell him to calm down. They would get Daniel for this. They would find him and make sure he didn't get away with terrorising Luca's family.
Luca had been the one to pin Daniel down during the raid and get him taken down to be interviewed. And once he was on bail, Luca helped his wife find a safe house and get all Daniel's visitation rights to his two kids cancelled. He was a danger around the kids and he shouldn't be anywhere near them, which a judge had agreed to.
But since then, Luca hadn't given Daniel a second thought. He hadn't considered the person who tried to take Lottie had been someone he might know, someone with a grudge against him. Luca thought it was some pervert who wanted to mess with kids and cause torment. He thought it was a chance encounter, someone who saw Lottie and just tried to snatch her on a whim without thinking it through.
This had been methodical. Daniel had tried to target Luca's family specifically, he was trying to hurt Luca and he was doing a good job so far. But Luca wasn't going to let him get away with this. They would find him and he wasn't getting out on bail after this. He was going away so Luca could tell all his family that they could go out without the threat of being hurt or snatched or strangled in the street. They had every right to go out and expect not to get hurt.
"Okay (Y/n), let's patch you up." Deacon lowered down to crouch beside the couple and he opened up the lime green medical kit, scouring through for what he needed.
Some antiseptic cream and swabs got most of the caked blood off of (Y/n)'s temple and the side of her face. Leaving a few smudged streaks in his wake, but it was good enough for now.
(Y/n) leaned herself back into Luca's chest and held onto his arms when he bound them around her waist. She tried to tilt her head forward to make it easier for Deacon to help her but she kept jerking back into Luca when the pain made her flinch away and go dizzy.
"No stitches needed." He dabbed at the wound and stuck a large patch of gauze to her temple to stem the bleeding that had almost stopped. And he took out a pen torch and shone the light across her pupils, happy with the constricting response. "Pupil response is normal, the emergency room is entirely your choice."
They didn't necessarily have to take (Y/n) to the hospital if she didn't want to go. Her wound didn't need stitches and she didn't have any bad responses with her eyes or her breathing and she was coherent. Deacon couldn't see any signs of a severe concussion or a bleed. If (Y/n) felt the need to get checked out and get a scan that was entirely up to her, but it wasn't strictly necessary if she just wanted to go home.
And there was no damage to her throat or neck and she was back to breathing and alert and responsive. If she had passed out, they would of been on their way to the emergency room already. She had been very lucky today.
"Home." Her head tilted back on Luca's shoulder and she looked up at him with a pleading look in her eyes.
He nodded, pressing a tender kiss against her temple as he closed his eyes and squeezed his arms around her waist. He would take her home. Luca would take her home and look after her and the kids who he would pick up from school soon.
"Alright babe, let's get you up." Luca's arms stayed around her waist and Deacon reached forward to hold her hands. The pair of them slowly pushed up and eased (Y/n) to her feet between them.
She was shaky once she was up, her knees close to buckling and her weight pushed back into Luca, but he held her up easily with his lips against the back of her head.
Part of Luca wanted to stay out on the streets and find Daniel, but he knew the team would make this their first priority. And he knew once they had him, which hopefully wouldn't be too long, they would call him. They might not let him question Daniel himself, but at least Luca could witness the interviews and see what Daniel had to say for himself.
He could see him locked up behind bars and sleep better tonight knowing his wife and kids were going to be safe.
He wasn't going to let anything else happen to them.
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vivwritesfics · 5 months ago
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another one (cuz apparently im only on a roll at 2:36 am on a sunday morning) fernando (aka the love of my life aka the man of my dreams aka MY MAN) and idrc what it is like maybe hes ur bodyguard or dads best friend or best friends dad but i js NEED an age gap. thank you vivi.
I woke up thinking about this one lmao
Warnings: smut hints, age gap (the usual for this sexy old man lmao)
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How did he let this happen? He knew it was a terrible idea, to let her tempt him into her bed.
But here he was, arms wrapped around her as she slept soundly. God, she looked so pretty, he thought as he watched her. Her chest steadily rising and falling as she slept, back pressed against his chest. His fingers were laced through her own, feeling every time she slightly flexed them in her sleep.
He looked past her, at the red numbers flashing on her alarm clock. Slowly and carefully, Fernando attempted to untangle himself from her. He wriggled his fingers from between her own and pulled back.
A cross between a whine and a groan left her lips when Fernando pulled away. "Where are you going?" She asked, voice croaky and her eyes not quite open.
He dropped a kiss onto her cheek. "I need to go," he whispered.
She turned in the bed to face him, the expression on her face furious. "Stay," she commanded. If he had been wearing any clothes, she would have grabbed his shirt to keep him in the bed with her.
Fernando looked past her, looked at her alarm clock once again. It was a risk, but she was worth it. "Five more minutes, Bichito." (Bug)
The minute he said it, she climbed her way on top of him, legs settling on either side of his hips. "Let's make the most of it, then," she whispered and dipped down, crashing her lips against his own.
***
Fernando watched as the daughter of the wealthy business man sipped her ice coffee. Round sunglasses covered her eyes and she had one leg crossed over the other. He couldn't deny that she looked good.
But she wasn't looking at him. That would have been unprofessional of them.
That didn't stop her from speaking to him. "What if I went on a holiday somewhere?" She asked and sipped at her drink. Although she wasn't looking at him, it was so damn clear she was talking to him.
"Where would we go, Bichito?" He asked, his gaze forward.
She shrugged her shoulders, and Fernando just about caught it out of the corner of his eye. "Somewhere private. Somewhere that nobody would bother us. Somewhere it could just be you and I."
Fernando couldn't stop the smile from gracing his features for just a second. Somewhere it could just be the two of them. That sounded amazing. Actually, there was nothing more that Fernando wanted.
She finished her drink, ice rattling as she stirred them slightly. But then she stood and began walking away from the café. Fernando fell into step just a few paces behind her. If he had been a weaker man, he would have let that distract him. Would have let the sight of her walking, the way her hips swayed from side to side, to distract him.
But Fernando was used to it by now. After the first time she managed to pull him between her sheets, she did what she could to try and pull his attention while he was working. Out and about, Fernando kept it under control. But the moment they were alone, he had her pressed against the wall, lips desperate against her own.
And that was what happened this time. He got her back to the family own, got her into her room, and trapped her against the door, his hands exploring her body.
The body he knew so well by now. He knew every dimple, every curve, every mole like the back of his hand. He knew every inch of her.
And that was wrong. It was so damn wrong. Fernando was forty and she was at least fifteen years his junior. No matter how hard he tried to stay away, he just couldn't.
His forehead was against her own, fingers brushing against her cheek. "Mi amor," he whispered and kissed her once. "Mi corazón," he whispered again and kissed her again.
"Nando," she whispered, fingers moving through his hair before she hooked them over his shoulders.
He held her chin, thumb gently pulling down his bottom lip. A noise was released from her throat, a desperate one that had him chuckling. "I'll take care of you." His hands moved to her hips and he pulled her away from the door, laying her on the bed.
It was wrong, so wrong, but Fernando couldn't stay away.
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elizais · 8 months ago
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when you know, you know.
when they realise just how much they love you ft: nikolai, bram, poe part 1 here content/warnings: mentions of murder (poe's ability), shortttt, i tried to keep it as a gn reader but i might have slipped up at points. i wrote bram without the sword and in current day bcs i was struggling dudesss i think this is my first time trying to write for bram and poe so please take these with a pinch of salt but the lovely person who requested it was so polite i couldn't pass it up <3
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nikolai was.. lively to say the least. i mean, just having a partner would be (in his eyes) something tying him down. but, for you? being with you would comply with him wanting to be free. you granted him freedom from all of the negative thoughts that could plague him.
walking down the high-street with you, hand in hand as he pondered all of these ideas. the both of you were strolling towards a cafe that kolya had begged to go to for its "famous pirozhki".
he was not in his usual attire today, wearing a simple blue turtleneck sweater and jeans that fit him loosely. you had to admit, he looked close to incredible when you contrasted it to his usual wear. even though his outfit was different, his personality did not falter in the slightest.
swinging your arms forwards and backwards quickly as you walked, he giggled at whatever joke he was thinking of. turning towards him, you smiled. "kolya?" you poked his upper arm for his attention. "what type of bird is that?" you asked, glancing at a small bird hopping through tree branches. as he looked over, it flew away.
his braid fell over his shoulder, laying softly as he considered making a witty joke. the truth of what he was thinking was of how much he adored you, how you pointed out birdies, watched comedy shows with him, tried your best to cook his favourite meals, put up with him using his ability to scare you..
he thought back to earlier, you had brushed his hair into the usual neat braid as he spoke about what tricks he was going to pull on sigma and fyodor too. he laughed as you frowned, claiming "leave sigma alone, he has a casino to take care of, babysitting you is my job."
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bram was, aside from being a vampire and that, perfect. his personality was complex, but you often joked that it wittled down to him just wanting to sleep.
today, you were both sat on the sofa as he spoke about aya. you were brushing through his hair. "she was telling me about some artists, i think she meant composers." he explained, going on about music as you giggled. his hair was showing some curls towards the ends that you were entertaining yourself with.
he was kneeling in front of you so that you could face his back and toy with his hair.
"what is amusing?" he asked politely, refraining from turning around incase he messed up the braid you insisted so stubbornly on putting in his hair. you pulled the long braid onto his shoulder and he saw how you had refined the hair past the bobble into a sweet curl.
he smiled softly as you spoke, "what genre do you want to listen to? does aya have any recommendations?" you teased and he let out a soft chuckle. cherishing these sweeter, saccharine moments were as good at keeping him alive as his ability was.
he put up with the garlic jokes, playing dumb vampire films on tv (he really does love hotel transylvania!), the teasing.. all because he loves you !!
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poe was like a breath of fresh air to be around. there was never a need to be loud or extroverted with him. and those were just bonuses on top of getting to hang out with a raccoon all of the time. you were currently in another room trying to trim karl's nails.
key word: trying
ed was in the study, writing another novel. whether it's for ranpo or not? who knows. karl wasn't putting up a fight but more so.. wriggling around. any sane person would have given up by now but with the amount of time this raccoon spends around your shoulders? zero chance.
once you finally finished, you swooped karl into your arms and carried him back to edgar. "ed? have you eaten or drank water recently?" you asked, setting down karl and walking over to him as he closed the book before him. he nodded as he looked up to you from his armchair.
"yes, and i have finished it!" he exclaimed, you furrowed your brows in confusion. "finished what, love?" he presented you the book proudly. "it's just like the film we watched a few weeks ago. you said you wanted to live in that manor house, no?" and that's when it clicked for you.
he carried on, "when you want to go, all the characters will be there! i had to add in another to die but other than that? it's the same!" he excitedly explained. tracing over the clothbound cover with your name on the front, he added one more thing. "oh! and to figure it out in one of the office desk drawers it will let you know what happened."
you smiled at that, he didn't want you to struggle. unfortunately, his ability was only murder mystery related so he couldn't write a book about a sunshine land where nothing went wrong. yet he tried his best, for you!
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dreamtofus · 10 months ago
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Tipsy
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Author's Ramble: I don't like this but I decided to put this draft out anyway. If anyone has an idea for the ending, I'll write it out. If anyone wants to request something, I'll write it.
Summary: You get drunk and Daryl's a little mean.
no smut or anything actually fun. next time will be better. promise.
Word Count: 868
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The dress wraps just about mid-thigh, which left little to the imagination. Sparkly and spiffy, you give yourself a little twirl in the mirror before stepping out of your home in Alexandria. It's shared and a little dusty, but after being through hell, you couldn't care.
You start to make your way to Daryl's, as he promised to attend at least one of Deanna's "moral-raising" parties. As you turn the corner, he's like a vision straight out of an old-timey country song from a vinyl. A wooden hanging bench supports a grizzly, worn-down man smoking a golden parliament, gently resting on his lower lip before returning to his worn-out hand.
"Hey." You smile and climb the three wooden steps leading up to the patio.
He ignores you as you come up, and then he decides to spare you a glance and a grunt.
"Ready?" You ask.
"M'not going." He replied, taking a light puff.
Your face drops, knowing you won't be able to convince him otherwise.
"Alright… what do you think of my dress?" the glitter catches the porch light as you twirl.
Daryl eyes you with a blank expression bordering on disgust with hints of disappointment, "Real skimpy, huh?"
You roll your eyes and shrug it off as Daryl takes another puff. He raises his eyebrows as if to ask why you're still standing on his porch, as if you're not friends as if he didn't promise to go to the party with you.
Your heels clack against the wood as you turn away and off his property. You shudder from the night's harsh bite before heading to Deanna's house.
You enter the party. Familiar faces greet you, while unfamiliar ones send a greeting smile. It's like it's all normal. Stupid party. Stupid Daryl. Stupid party with no stupid Daryl. The loneliness seeps into your mood.
Hoping to loosen up, you make your way over to the makeshift bar, homemade beers and some random bottles line the shelf. Pouring yourself a glass of mystery drink, you step onto the dance floor. Some music that's not quite loud enough playing from a fixed stereo in the corner, but the dark lighting tries to make up for it. Sipping on the mystery drink, you sway side to side to the beat. A semi-familiar face joins you and tries to strike up a boring conversation that you barely entertain.
You feel the guy move from next to you to behind you, pressing himself up against you while swaying to music. As he wraps his arms around your waist, reality sets in. The time, your heels, and the drinks. Woozy is one word to describe the feeling, but so is careless. You know it's time to call it quits.
You wriggle yourself from the stranger's tight grip and wobble in your shoes while saying goodbye to your friends. It's a foggy night, dark and gloomy. A few lights from nearby houses light the muddy road. You start to walk towards what should be the direction of your house. Stupid road with no stupid Daryl. Light tears stream down your face. The headache feels as if it's set early, pounding into your temple. You stumble against a wall, deciding this is the best it's going to get tonight.
You're stirred from your rest as his voice wakes you.
"Y/N?… Y/N?" Daryl grumbles, gently shaking you.
You murmur some incoherent words and softly open your eyes. It's still dark outside as concerned Daryl towers over you. Your dress is hiked up, revealing a little too much thigh, and your heels are sunken into the mud.
You're lifted against the wall, forcing your legs to hold some of your weight. The last thing you remember is Daryl helping you back down somewhere.
Fluttering your eyes back open, you recognize the scene around you. With an aching headache, you're sprawled out on Daryl's bed in one of his old faded graphic tees and shorts.
The door creaks open, "Hey, everything good?"
Your head throbs as you piece last night together. You pull the sheets closer to you, slightly embarrassed that he must've changed you out of your dress.
"Yeah. S'good." You manage to reply.
Guessing from the window, it must've been about noon, meaning it was your shift at the watch post. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you try to wobble out of the bed before Daryl takes you by the shoulders and sits you back down.
He pushed you before continuing, "No worries, Sasha's catching your shift."
You grab at his shirt then smooth it out, calming down before letting your hands return to your sides.
"Hungry?" Daryl inquires.
You nod and follow Daryl to the kitchen. Homegrown herbs, bread, and Daryl's musk mix for an interesting smell. You take a seat at the wooden table and Daryl serves you a slice of toast topped with canned beans.
"Very British." You joke.
Daryl rolls his eyes and joins you, starting on his plate. He grumbles a quick apology. You curiously meet his eyes as to ask him for what.
"For leaving you." He quietly grumbles.
You just giggle and keep eating.
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itwdoris · 17 days ago
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Anything with toji or megumi pls do ur magic specialty ✨
fushiguro megumi x afab reader.
author notes; all characters are aged up.
tw; omorashi.
"megumi..." you called low for help, as you had just painted your beautiful nails and well, your bladder didn't seem to mind much, begging for release. surely your best friend would help you in this situation.
the black-haired man looked at you as he closed the nail polish bottles and put them back, looking at you and hoping that you would make more than just half-desperate faces, because he needed words. "what?"
"need help." you maneuvered yourself onto your knees, biting your lip while pressing your thighs together. it was getting harder to hold than you thought at the beginning of everything.
"what for?" well, he would help you, he just needed to know what you needed, because you seemed very restless, blowing your nails to try to make them dry faster, but that would ruin the nail polish, wouldn't it?
"need- oh lord..." your face was on fire with the realization of what you'd asked him to do, you were intimate but speaking out loud wasn't as easy as you thought. "-i need to pee."
fushiguro needed a few minutes to process what you had asked, because he was a great best friend and would surely always be there to help you, but what exactly did you expect from him with this? because he didn't know if he could hide a ridiculously big erection by helping you pee, by seeing your
fuck.
"megumi!" you closed your eyes as you called softly, wriggling more and more, with the damp esmlate on your nails, trying not to soil your clothes or the bedclothes. "oh lord..."
he blinked a few times as he came back to earth, watching you try to get out of bed on your knees before there was an accident. well, it wasn't as if you didn't know, after drinking so much water, you'd been holding it in since early on, and was doing well, holding back when felt that it was going to leak or that you needed to go, he saw you stir several times.
"w-what do you need me to do?" he asked as he grabbed you by the arm, preventing you from getting out of bed. the ears are a little red.
you thought of many scenarios at once, the best was when he just helped you with the clothes and you did the rest, so it was chosen.
"j-just help me with my clothes." he let go of your arm so that you could come to him, hearing a loud gulp and looking at him.
it turns out that megumi was just imagining a lot of scenarios too, thankful that you couldn't read his mind. he's not a perv.
shaking his head to get it away when you stoped in front of him, taking your hands to the buttons of your shorts to open them and help you take them off. and this part was a bit difficult as he had to make you lie down and the position you were in seemed a little suggestive, even more so with your incessant whimpers.
"you're wet?" he looked at your panties with a big wet spot, your eyebrows arching in concern, had you really leaked at those times? "how long have you been holding it?"
your face suddenly turned red and you looked away, pressing your lips together as fushiguro tried his best to think of things, because he couldn't get hard right now, even if it was almost impossible. poor fushiguro.
"you've been holding it since early on, haven't you?" he asked almost in disbelief, bending down a little to pull you by the arms and help you up so that you could get out of bed and go to the bathroom. "why didn't you go before?"
not that he was complaining about being here now, because honestly, seeing you with your piss-soaked panties and your little red face was better than anything he had imagined.
"thought i could hold it longer..." you cringed nervously, but not too much because soon something leaked again and there you were. "megumi!-"
just a bit late, because soon you were pissing yourself and he couldn't do much about it, just watching the wet spot on your panties gradually increase each time the flow was released more, listening to your relieved sigh and seeing your body arched in relaxation, face red and looking so pleasurable. he could feel his cock throbbing inside his pants.
and you were so embarrassed, with face turned away so you wouldn't have to face him, you didn't needed to see to hear and know that the flow was wetting the bed and probably a bit of his clothes, taking hands to your intimacy with the intention of covering it.
but megumi pushed them away, his eyes on your soaked panties as he gasped quietly, daring to run his hands over your thighs and up a little further until he reached the hem of your panties, coming a little closer just to pull them up, hearing a moan from you. "ngh! megumi! "
he could see your messy folds against the wet fabric, he could see so it well, he could feel when he ran his hand over it.
megumi could so many things as he felt your piss diminishing little by little, now dripping against his fingers. moving away from you just a little, sighing, putting his wet hand on his clothed cock for a little relief.
damn, now he needs help.
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i don't know anything, but a little birdie told me that megumi has a BIG pisskink... anyway, i still don't think i've done him justice, but one day we'll get there.
i received an ask and i wanted to try an idea so i took advantage of this pretty request, dunno if it's really valid as omo, but i don't think it's that far off so.. hope you like it <3
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damagnificentcookie · 7 months ago
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Run Rabbit Run RUN R̶̨̘͓͍͉̬̈́̾̀̕͠U̴̬̱̭̭̼̫̩͔̠̇N̸̝̳̦͎̎
Dark!Alma Peregrine X Reader
Summary: You started to stir awake but you can't see anything. You tried to scream but nothing came out of your mouth. You wriggled around..and alas your legs were free from restraint. Taking the chance you started running...Running where? You don't know, all you knew was you had to Run Run Run.
Warning: Drugs, kidnapping, manipulating, a chase, swear, blood(?)
Tag List: @athenodora-sulpicia-writer @saithussss
A/n: Hehe secret part 2 to "Forever Mine". Sorry if this isn't really that well written, I didn't proofread it :') If there are any questions, comments, or suggestions, please do tell me. Thank you and please enjoy :D
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(not my gif)*I stole your gif buddy >:)
Part 1
"Tsssk..." The needle settled in place as the gramophone stuttered to life. The disk started to spin but no noise came out at first...then a song started to play as the sun slowly started rising.
On the farm, ev'ry Friday On the farm, it's rabbit pie day
Alma yawned as she slowly sat up, looking at the clock above her vanity she realized she woke up an hour earlier.
She smiled to herself and then laughed. She was in such a good mood she decided to let the childrens sleep an extra thirty minutes while she went downstairs to take care of her little bunny.
Going to her vanity she started to brush her hair and put it into her usual hairdo while humming a little tune.
So ev'ry Friday that ever comes along I get up early and sing this little song
Alma sighed in satisfaction as she finished applying her makeup. She got up and started making her way to the door when she paused and stood there for a while.
Deciding on it, she went back to her vanity and opened a drawer. Inside it was several of her feathers that she keeps for "emergencies".
Taking out a feather she put it into her dress pocket and went to leave her room this time with an unsettling expression.
Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run
You started to stir awake but you couldn't see anything. Panicking you started to thrash around only to realize your hands and legs were bound to something.
You tried to remember how you got here but your mind was foggy, all that came to mind was you wrapping presents for...Alma...that's right, Alma the regular at the library you worked at.
You tried to remember more but only remembered going to...to...AHHH-
Feeling a sharp pain in your head you tried to steady your breathing as tears started to well up in your eyes while you frantically started to loosen out of the restraints.
Getting increasingly frightened, you prepared to scream for help when you realized you were tied to a chair. Taking this opportunity you tried your best to stand up before throwing yourself to the floor and breaking the chair in the process.
You groaned in agony as there was blood gushing from your sides but you pushed through the pain to get up and move towards the door before someone comes to check out the commotion.
Bang, bang, bang, bang goes the farmer's gun Run rabbit, run rabbit, run, run, run, run
Rattling the door you cursed to yourself as you realized it was locked. You looked around to see if there were any other openings you can try to escape through but the blood gushing from your side was affecting your vision.
Out of the corner of your eyes, you noticed a small window that was hidden behind a stack of boxes. Your eyes lightened up as a small bit of hope was reignited. Quickly hurrying, you moved the boxes as quietly as you could until the window was visible.
The window was big enough for you to squeeze out of but it would cause a bit of trouble with the gash on your side. Your planning was cut short when you heard the unmistakable sound of heels growing louder as they came towards the basement.
Hurridly, you climbed onto the boxes and thankfully the window easily pushed open. Hoisting yourself up you crawled through the window and dragged yourself across the grass. You cried in pain when your side got stuck between the frame as it started to dig into your side.
"Dear, what are you trying to do?" You froze as you heard a low voice behind you. A rush of fear came upon you, digging your nails into the grass in an attempt to get yourself unstuck.
You felt a hand on your waist as it gently pulled you back into the basement. You tried to break yourself free, but your captor was surprisingly strong.
Frightened, you kicked Alma as hard as you could, causing her to stumble back onto the floor as you took the chance to push yourself fully through the window. Frozen in pain, you sat on the floor trying to collect your breath as the gash on your side has been torn bigger making your head start spinning from the blood loss and excruciating pain.
Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run.
You heard Alma grunt in annoyance as she got up and quickly made her way to the window as she got onto the boxes as well. Noticing how your efforts are about to go in vain, you ignored the pain and made a run for town to try and get to the sheriff for help.
Run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
Alma felt a pang of dread overcome her as she saw her bunny run away from her. She finally had you, you were supposed to love her... and now you're leaving her. Afraid of losing you, she immediately shifted and flew to follow you before an idea came to mind. You don't remember about the loop...you don't know the whole world is in her hands.
Her heart slowed down realizing you can never leave her, you needed her. But she will let you run for now, she will get you in 15 minutes when you reach the sheriff's office. No one can take you away. She will kill them, and she will keep killing them over and over again so no one can take you away.
Don't give the farmer his fun! Fun! Fun! He'll get by without his rabbit pie
So run rabbit - run rabbit - Run! Run! Run!
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A/N: Thank you all for reading! I know everyone was waiting for a part 2 and I am so sorry that this isn't as long and as good as I previously tried to make it. But school has been hitting me hard recently and I realized if I didn't publish this soon I probably might delay it for a year or more again :')
I am so sorry for the wait and I really do appreciate all of the support and I hope everyone enjoys this, even though it is a bit short. Have a good day/night!!!
If people want this to be longer I might edit it to make it better and longer but that has to wait till I get all my school affairs ready :,) I had a lot of plans for this and wanted to make it a long chapter but I wanted to keep my promise to yall
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