#and we sat on the floor in front in front of her moms bed next to each other

[disneydatass]

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[wonsiwon]

rebirth | s.jy

synopsis | after years of fighting and growing apart, your relationship with jake is hanging by a thread. you’ve tried to fix things, but it’s always been one step forward, two steps back. what you’d didn’t expect was that having a baby could be the thing that gives you a real chance at starting over.

pairing | boyfriend! jake x fem! reader

content warning | smut (mdni) + reconciliation + angst + fluff if you squint + unprotected sex + swearing + pregnancy mention

the car was dead silent. you sat there, seething, arms crossed tightly across your chest, staring out the window as the city blurred by. the same damn argument again. you could feel the heat of anger still crawling through your veins.

jake sat next to you, gripping the wheel like it was the only thing keeping him from losing his shit. his eyes stayed glued to the road, mouth set in a hard line. he hadn’t said a word in at least ten minutes, and at this point, you weren’t sure if he was waiting for you to cool down or just hoping you’d both drop it.

you hated how this always went down. he’d come home late, every time the same excuses, the same apologies that felt like nothing more than words he was saying because he thought he had to. you didn’t know how many times you had to tell him that actions spoke louder than apologies, but he never seemed to hear it.

the worst part was how long it had been since the two of you had spent any real time together. you couldn’t even remember the last time you were happy together, without ending up arguing.

you hated this. hated feeling like the last thing he cared about. but you weren’t sure if he even realized how deep this ran for you. instead, you were here, heading to his mom’s, like everything was fine, like you weren’t both completely pissed at each other. the silence was killing you both.

this morning, you both had woken up calm, but as soon as jake told you to get ready to see his mom, everything shifted. you weren’t angry about visiting her, you were angry because he was so casual about it, like nothing had happened. like last night’s argument didn’t exist. like you hadn’t gone to bed fuming and he hadn’t fallen asleep with his back turned to you.

you weren’t against seeing his mom, but the way he said it so nonchalantly, as if everything was fine, made your blood boil. it wasn’t fine. nothing was fine.

jake slowed the car, pulling into the driveway. you could see his mom’s car parked out front, the same way it always was when she was home and could hear the muffled sound of dogs barking from the neighborhood.

the car stopped, but neither of you moved. you both just sat there.

jake finally exhaled, dropping his head back against the seat. “are you still mad?”

you ignored him, twisting in your seat to check the back. your brows furrowed, eyes scanning the floor before you turned back to him. “where’s the bag?”

jake blinked at you, clearly not following. “what bag?”

you shut your eyes for a second, already feeling your blood pressure spike. “the pink plastic bag for your mom, sim jaeyun. i told you to grab it before we left.”

jake frowned, shaking his head. “no, you didn’t.”

your fingers dug into your arms. “yes, i fucking did. it was on the counter. i literally told you right before we walked out the door.”

jake leaned back in his seat, rubbing his forehead. “well, i don’t remember that. if you told me, i would’ve grabbed it.”

you let out a short laugh, but it wasn’t amused at all. “are you serious? you never listen! like ever!”

jake let out a slow, pissed-off breath. “jesus christ, it’s a fucking plastic bag.”

you turned to him so fast he actually blinked. “it’s not about the bag, dumbass! it’s about the fact that you don’t fucking listen to me. ever. i ask you to do one simple thing, and somehow, it’s too much.”

jake scoffed, shaking his head. “oh my god. here we fucking go.” he unbuckled his seatbelt like he was about to get out, but your patience was officially gone and you threw open the car door before so hard it bounced a little.

“forget it.”

jake let out a heavy sigh, trying to keep himself from saying something worse. you didn’t wait for a response, you slammed the door shut and started walking toward the house. the cold air hit you, but it wasn’t enough to cool the anger simmering under your skin.

behind you, you heard his door open and shut, his footsteps following, but you didn’t slow down.

“are we seriously doing this right now?” jake’s voice was low, frustrated, but not loud enough for anyone inside to hear.

you didn’t answer. you just kept walking.

“jesus christ.” he muttered under his breath, picking up his pace until he was right beside you. “you’re really gonna act like this over a fucking bag? it’s like i forgot your birthday or something. it was a plastic bag.”

that made you stop. you turned on him so fast he actually took a step back.

“stop saying it’s about the fucking bag, jake,” you snapped, your voice sharp but still quiet enough to not cause a scene. “it’s about the fact that you don’t listen. you never listen. and then you act like i’m crazy for being mad about it.”

jake ran a hand through his hair, exhaling, trying to stay patient. “i don’t freaking do it on purpose—”

“but you do it.” you cut in. “over and over.”

for a second, he didn’t say anything. just stood there, looking at you, jaw tight. then, he shook his head and scoffed, shoving his hands into his jacket pockets. “whatever. i don’t have the energy for this right now.”

you let out a humorless laugh. “yeah? neither do i.”

you turned and walked up the steps, ringing the doorbell before he could say anything else. jake stayed behind you, silent now, probably trying to pull himself together before facing his mom.

the door swung open, and like muscle memory, you forced a smile. it wasn’t real, not even close, but at this point, you were on autopilot. just going through the motions, pretending everything was fine when it really fucking wasn’t.

jake’s mom beamed, her usual warm energy filling the doorway. “well, look who finally showed up!” she said, hands on her hips. “i was starting to think you two forgot about me.”

you forced a smile, stepping inside. “of course not.” you said as you hugged her briefly.

jake leaned down, wrapping an arm around his mom’s shoulders. “hey, mama,” he said, his voice noticeably softer than it had been with you all day.

his mom squeezed him, pulling back with a smile. “it’s so good to see you, jake. you’re looking well.”

he exhaled. “traffic was bad.”

she waved a hand like she didn’t care. “as long as you’re here now. come on in, i made plenty of food.”

jake’s mom, bless her heart, had already prepared for this visit. the whole house smelled like her cooking, and there was a soft hum of background music coming from somewhere in the kitchen.

jake’s mom, bless her heart, had already prepared for this visit. the whole house smelled like her cooking, and there was a soft hum of background music coming from somewhere in the kitchen.

jake’s mom set down a plate in front of you before taking a seat across the table. “so, how have you been handling everything at home?” she asked, giving you a knowing look.

you glanced at jake for a split second before forcing a small smile. “it’s been fine. same old, you know.”

she hummed, cutting into her food. “jake tells me he’s been working late a lot.”

you let out a small, dry laugh. “yeah, you could say that.”

jake glanced at you, but you ignored him, taking a sip of your drink instead.

his mom sighed, shaking her head. “that boy works too much. i keep telling him he needs to slow down before he burns himself out.”

you set your glass down. “i’ve tried telling him the same thing, but he doesn’t listen to me either.”

his mom nodded, giving jake a pointed look. “i just don’t want you to overdo it, honey. you’re working all the time, and you’re not getting any younger.”

jake exhaled through his nose, already over this conversation. “i’m fine, mom.”

but she wasn’t done. “you know, speaking of…” she said, tilting her head slightly, “when are you two going to give me a grandbaby?”

jake choked on his drink, coughing into his sleeve. you froze for half a second before blinking.

his mom just grinned. “i mean, i’d love to spoil a little one before i’m too old to chase after them.”

jake dragged a hand down his face. “mom—”

“what?” she said, all innocent. “it’s a fair question.”

jake barely reacted at first, just sat there with his hands on his lap, slouched in his seat. but then, as his mom kept talking, he glanced at you. it wasn’t much, just a quick look, like he was expecting you to roll your eyes or shake your head, the same way you did whenever his mom brought up something ridiculous.

but you didn’t.

you just sat there, eyes fixed on your plate, quiet. and something about the way you looked, not pissed, not annoyed. in your eyes there was something different in them, something softer. a little flicker, a kind of sparkle he couldn’t quite place.

had you thought about it before?

that was a stupid question. obviously, you had. but had you thought about it with him?

he barely heard what his mom was saying anymore, his focus entirely on you. his fingers twitched slightly against his thigh.

you must’ve felt him staring because you finally turned your head, locking eyes with him. for a moment, neither of you spoke.

your brow lifted slightly and jake blinked looking away fast. he cleared his throat, shifting in his seat. “mom, can we just eat?”

his mom laughed, shaking her head. “alright, alright. i’ll let it go.”

but jake wasn’t sure if he could.

dinner went on, conversation moving to his mom’s garden, some neighbor’s drama, a show she was hooked on. you played along, nodding and laughing where you had to, and so did jake, but his mind was stuck on something else.

that look in your eyes.

jake didn’t know what the fuck to do with that.

by the time dinner wrapped up, you were in the kitchen with jake’s mom, drying dishes while jake stayed at the table, glued to his phone. he hadn’t said much all night, just scrolling through his phone.

his mom handed you another plate and looked over at him. “that boy’s always on that damn phone,” she muttered as she worked. “works too much, too. tells me it’s all just part of the job, but…”

you glanced at jake. he wasn’t even looking up, still absorbed in whatever was on his phone. “yeah, i know,” you said, kind of offhand.

jake’s mom let out a small sigh, shaking her head. “he needs to make more time for other stuff, you know? for you. for… whatever else.”

you just shrugged, drying another plate. “i’ve tried,” you said, quietly.

but jake, even though he looked like he wasn’t paying attention, actually was. he was listening to every word. he kept his face blank, not moving, but his attention was all on you two.

his mom paused, watching you for a second before asking, “how are you, though? really?”

you shrugged, trying to sound fine. “i’m good.”

“i didn’t make you uncomfortable with the baby talk, did i?” she added, quieter now, as she dried her hands.

you quickly shook your head. “nah. no, it’s fine.”

but there it was, the tiny shift in your eyes, just for a second. you weren’t exactly telling her everything, but she saw it. she noticed. she wasn’t going to push, but she was curious.

“have you thought about it?” she asked after a pause.

you hesitated, your fingers tightening slightly around the dish plate. “maybe…” you admitted quietly. “just… not sure if now is the right time.” with things so messed up with jake, of course it wasn’t.

the thought had crossed your mind. how could it not? every time you saw kids playing outside, every time you passed by a baby section in a store, every time a friend shared pictures of their little ones, you wondered. what would it be like? would it change things? would it fix things? but the reality hit you just as fast as the thought came.

let’s be real, jake hadn’t touched you in what felt like forever. it wasn’t just the lack of intimacy; it was everything that came with it. the distance, the exhaustion in his voice when he got home late, the way he barely looked at you some days. there was a time when he couldn’t keep his hands off you, when just passing each other in the kitchen would turn into something more.

now? now, it was like you were just existing in the same space, nothing more.

“i don’t think i would even be a good mother.” you forced a small smile, trying to brush it off.

jake heard it, loud and clear. his fingers stopped mid-scroll, and his shoulders tensed slightly.

his mom set down the dish towel, frowning. “why would you say that?”

you let out a small laugh, but there was no real humor in it. “i don’t know. i just…” you shrugged.

“oh, sweetheart, you’d be a great mother.” her hand approached your shoulder and left a small squeeze.

you swallowed, gripping the dish plate a little tighter. you smiled a little, but it wasn’t real. she didn’t see the whole picture. how lonely it felt sometimes. how every conversation about spending more time with jake turned into an argument and never went anywhere.

they just ran in circles until you both got too tired to keep going.

jake didn’t say it enough. heck, he barely said it at all anymore, but he thought about you all the time. how you held things together. the way you handled everything working, running the house, dealing with him, even when you probably shouldn’t have to.

and hearing you say that you didn’t think you’d be a good mom? it hit him hard. he wasn’t sure if you knew, but to him, you were everything. if anyone could do it, could be a great mom, it was you. you could handle it. you could handle anything.

but had he ever told you that? had he ever shown you? all the stuff you did, all the sacrifices, and how much he appreciated it?

no, he hadn’t. he realized that now. he hadn’t been there like he should’ve been. the late nights, the ignoring, all the times you tried to reach out and he pulled away. how could you believe him if he’d never shown it? how could you believe anything he said if he didn’t back it up with actions?

the drive home was dead quiet, like always. you weren’t even looking at him, just staring out the window, arms crossed, fingers tapping against your sleeve, like you couldn’t wait to be anywhere but here.

jake kept his eyes on the road, hands gripping the wheel a little too tightly. he wanted to say something, maybe break the silence, but he didn’t even know where to start.

when he pulled into the driveway, you didn’t wait. you unbuckled your seatbelt, got out, and shut the door a little harder than necessary. jake stayed in the car for a second, watching you walk up to the house, before sighing and following.

inside, the only light on was the dim glow from the kitchen. the house felt cold, lifeless, probably because it had been for a while now. you kicked off your shoes, didn’t even glance at him, and headed straight for the bedroom. jake exhaled, rubbing a hand down his face before locking the door behind him.

he wasn’t sure what hurt more, the fights or the distance. but either way, it felt like losing.

jake followed you into the room, standing in the doorway as you began to take off your coat, dropping it onto the chair. his gaze followed you for a moment, the silence between you both heavy, almost suffocating. he didn’t want to press, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

“why didn’t you tell me?” his voice was low, almost like he was asking himself as much as he was asking you.

you paused, glancing over your shoulder at him, brows furrowing slightly. “about what?” you asked, genuinely confused.

jake pushed off the doorframe, stepping into the room a little more, his gaze not leaving you. “about the kids?”

you sighed, shaking your head as you pulled off your earrings, setting them down on the dresser. “it was just a dumb thought” you muttered, not even looking at him.

jake watched you for a second, his jaw tightening. “didn’t sound dumb to me.”

you let out a small, humorless laugh, finally turning to face him. “yeah? well, it is.” your arms crossed over your chest. “not like it matters anyway.”

his brows furrowed slightly. “why wouldn’t it matter?”

you exhaled, shaking your head. “jake, come on. look at us.” you gestured vaguely between the two of you. “we can barely have a conversation without it turning into an argument. you barely even look at me.” your voice was calm, but there was something tired underneath it.

jake stared at you, his fingers twitching at his sides. he wanted to say something, argue, deny it, tell you it wasn’t dumb. he wanted to tell you that he saw you all the time. that even when he came home exhausted, even when he was distracted, even when things were tense between you, he still saw you. he noticed the way you hummed under your breath when you cooked, the way you pulled your sleeves over your hands when you were tired, the way you always waited up for him even when you pretended you weren’t.

but what did any of that matter if he never said it? if he never showed it?

then, you sighed, rubbing at your temple. “jake, i don’t wanna do this right now.”

you changed into your pajamas and climbed into bed, facing the wall. you could hear the faint sounds of jake moving around in the other room, pacing once or twice before finally settling down somewhere.

minutes passed.

then an hour.

and still, you couldn’t sleep.

“how would you name them?”

you blinked, staring at the ceiling. for a second, you thought you imagined it. jake’s voice was quiet, coming from your side. you hadn’t even heard him lay next to you.

you turned slightly, just enough to glance at him. his head was already turned looking at you, his expression unreadable.

“what?” you asked, your voice softer than before.

he exhaled through his nose, shifting his stance. “if we had kids.” he paused before speaking again. “how would you name them?”

your fingers curled slightly into the blanket. you weren’t sure if he was asking just to ask or if this actually meant something to him.

you swallowed, then looked away. “i don’t know.” jake didn’t push, but he didn’t drop the conversation either. neither did you. “…maybe something classic. nothing too complicated.”

jake nodded slightly, like he was thinking about it. “like what?”

you hesitated, then shrugged. “i always liked names like—” you stopped, suddenly self-conscious.

jake tilted his head slightly. “like what?”

“i don’t know. maybe something that lookalike our names or—” you hesitated again, then shook your head. “it’s stupid.”

jake shook his head once. “hey it’s not stupid.” he was watching you, with something different in his eyes now. something quieter, something softer.

you glanced at him, then quickly looked away. “yeah.”

a beat of silence.

“what about a girl?”

you exhaled, staring up at the ceiling. “why are you asking me this?”

“i don’t know,” he admitted. “i just… want to know.”

the room felt heavier now, but not in the way it usually did after a fight. this wasn’t resentment or frustration hanging in the air, it was something else. something uncertain.

you shifted on the bed, pulling your knees up slightly, resting your arms over them. “it doesn’t matter. it’s not like we—” you stopped yourself, shaking your head. “never mind.”

jake didn’t let it go. “not like we what?”

you sighed, looking down at your hands. “not like we’re in the place to even think about that.”

“why not?”

you could feel the weight of his stare, the way he was waiting, pressing for an answer. you swallowed hard. “jake,” you started, your voice almost flat, like you were forcing yourself to say it. “we don’t even kiss anymore.”

“can i kiss you right now then?”

your stomach dropped. you weren’t expecting that, not so direct, not so steady. his voice was low, but there was no hesitation in it. he wasn’t teasing, wasn’t playing around. he was serious.

you blinked at him, feeling suddenly too aware of how close he was. you could see the way his fingers curled slightly against his knee, the way his breathing was just a little heavier than before.

“i’m just going to bed, jake,” you said quickly, your voice tight. you turned away, trying to put space between you, but before you could lie down, his hand wrapped around your wrist.

“come here,” he muttered, pulling you back toward him.

you let out a quiet, startled breath as you shifted, and suddenly, he was closer, closer than he had been in a long time. his grip wasn’t rough, but it was firm, keeping you right in front of him. his face was inches from yours now, his eyes locked onto yours, watching your every move.

your breath hitched. his hand was still around your wrist, his fingers warm against your skin. you could feel how steady he was, how he wasn’t rushing, just holding you there, watching you.

“jake…” you started, but your voice was barely above a whisper. you didn’t even know what you were trying to say.

he didn’t say anything. he just let go of your wrist, his hand trailing down slowly, his fingers barely grazing against your palm before resting on your thigh. his touch was warm, grounding, but not hesitant. he was waiting.

you swallowed, your throat suddenly dry. his face was so close now, his breath mixing with yours, warm and slow. you could see everything, the way his lips parted slightly, the way his eyes flickered down to your mouth for just a second before coming back up.

a shaky exhale slipped past your lips. you weren’t even sure if you meant to do it, but it filled the silence, made it feel more real.

then, so quietly you almost didn’t catch it, he asked again, “can i kiss you?”

you inhaled sharply, but before you could answer, he moved. his hand slid up your thigh, slow enough that it sent a shiver through you, stopping at your waist as he pulled you even closer. you barely had time to react before his lips brushed against yours, just barely, not even a full kiss yet, just a ghost of a touch.

you made a soft sound, something caught between a sigh and a whimper, and that was all it took. jake’s fingers tightened at your waist, and then he kissed you for real, pressing his mouth against yours, warm and firm and just a little desperate.

you gasped softly against him, your fingers twitching before reaching for him, gripping onto his shirt. his lips moved against yours, slow at first, savoring, but there was tension beneath it, something deeper, something that had been left untouched for too long.

he exhaled sharply through his nose, his other hand coming up to cup the side of your face, his thumb brushing against your cheek.

you could hear the way your breaths mixed together, how your heart was pounding so loudly it almost drowned out the quiet creak of the mattress as he shifted pinning you down.

when he pulled back just slightly, just enough to look at you, his lips were parted, his breathing uneven. his forehead nearly touched yours, and he swallowed,

he looked at you like he was memorizing you, like he was seeing something he wasn’t sure he deserved to touch.

“you’d be a good mom..” he said suddenly.

your breath hitched and you stared at him. you weren’t expecting that.

his thumb brushed over your cheek slowly. “i thought about it,” he admitted, sliding up to your jaw, tilting your face slightly. his touch was so gentle it almost hurt. “i think about it more than i should.”

your chest ached. he was looking at you like he was seeing it, like he could picture it so clearly, it hurt.

“i don’t know if i would’ve been a good dad,” he admitted, voice barely above a whisper. “but you? baby, you would’ve been everything.”

your breath caught. it was the first time he’d called you that in a long time. “jake…”

“you take care of people even when they don’t deserve it. even when i don’t deserve it.” he let out a small, breathless chuckle. “i fucked up so bad, didn’t i?” his lips pressed together before he looked at you again.

jake swallowed. his thumb traced a slow, barely-there circle against your skin. you closed your eyes, inhaling shakily.

“can i hold you?” his voice was quiet, careful. “just… for a second?”

you hesitated. but then you nodded.

and jake didn’t waste a second.

he pulled you in, wrapping his arms around you like he was afraid you’d disappear if he didn’t hold tight enough. his hand cradled the back of your head, his breath warm against your skin as he exhaled shakily. “i’m sorry, baby,” he murmured against your hair. “i’m so fucking sorry.”

and for the first time in a long time, you let yourself sink into him.

jake pulled back slightly, his gaze intense, searching yours. “you think having a baby right now’s gonna make this all go away?” his thumb brushed along your jawline gently. “maybe it won’t fix everything, but it’d damn well give us something real to work toward, something we could both look at and know we’re doing this for something better.”

“we can’t avoid the fact that we need something, baby. we can’t just keep pretending everything’s fine. this…” he let out a breath, his hand dropping to your waist, pulling you closer. “this thing between us, what we’ve been doing. it’s broken, and i know it. but you, baby… i know we can fix this. i want to fix this. and i want you with me while we do it.”

his words hung in the air, the quiet pressure in his tone making it clear that he wasn’t asking. he wasn’t waiting for you to decide for him, either. it was like he already had his mind made up, like this was the path he was going to push for, whether you were ready or not.

“i need you to be on the same page as me, sweetheart,” jake said, his voice dropping lower. “i need you to trust me, like i trust you. no more running, no more acting like we don’t both feel this.” his hands moved down, pulling you even closer, his chest against yours, his breath warm against your skin.

jake’s body shifted against yours, and you felt something hard press against your thigh. the suddenness of it made your heart race, and the space between you seemed to close even more. his breathing was heavier now, his eyes locked onto yours, waiting for any reaction.

jake’s body was shaking, his breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. he was right on the edge, every part of him trembling as he held you close.

“fuck..” he groaned, his voice wavering. his breath was hot against your ear, desperate and whiny. “i need this… need you to—shit, baby, don’t stop… please.”

the bed creaked with every movement, the sounds of your bodies colliding filling the room. jake’s breath was ragged, quick gasps escaping his lips as his body pressed against yours, sweaty and trembling.

his hands slid over your skin, the sweat making everything feel slick. “god, you feel so good..” he whimpered, his voice cracking with the effort to stay in control. “i’m close… so fucking close.”

he kissed you deeply, his lips trembling against yours, and he groaned at the sight of you, perfect, needy, ready to break.

“you’re gonna have my baby..” he whispered, as he buried his face in your neck “i’ll give you everything. just let go, baby. come for me, and i’ll fill you up… i need you to… please.”

the bed creaked once more, the sound louder as he thrust deeper. jake’s voice was trembling as he fought to hold himself back. the sound of his voice, so weak, so strained, made you shiver.

“hey, hey… look at me.” he murmured, gripping your chin to make you look at him. “mine. you know that, right?”

you nodded weakly, barely able to form words as he kept squeezing his dick deep inside of you. you hair was a mess and you could barely snort the strands that were getting in your face

“what do you want?” jake asked, hi grip on you tightened as he thrust deeper, his breath ragged against your ear.

you tried to answer, but the way he pushed deeper stole your words, leaving only a shaky gasp.

“a girl?” he murmured, his lips brushing against your ear. “i bet she’d look just—” another thrust, harder this time ”—like you.”

you could only moaned in response, fingers tangling in his hair as he moved against you, completely lost in the moment.

“you want to get married?” he looked down at you. you nodded quickly, the sensation overwhelming as he hit just the right spot. “yeah?” he urged, wanting to hear you say it.

“fuck yes” you breathed, your response coming out desperate and filled with need, lips parting as another moan slipped free.

his teeth scraped against you jaw before he kissed you hard, swallowing every sound you made. his breath hitched as he pulled you closer, his hands shaking slightly with urgency.

“come on, baby… let me feel you.” jake murmured, his voice trembling with a mix of need and desperation. “i need you..” he rasped, his voice almost breaking. “need you to come for me. please, baby… i need to feel you.”

your breath came in shallow gasps, and your body shuddering with the pleasure he was giving you. “jake…” you moaned, your nails digging into his skin as you clung to him.

“fuck—baby—” His voice cracked, his grip on your hips tightening like he was afraid to let go. “I c-can’t—shit, I’m gonna—”

he was so deep, his body stiffening against yours as he let out the neediest whine, his forehead pressing against yours. his skin was burning, damp with sweat, muscles twitching from how hard he was holding back.

the bed rocked with every movement, the headboard knocking against the wall as jake’s body tensed, his breath coming out in short, desperate gasps. his hands were shaking, his fingers digging into your skin.

“you f-feel so—shit���so tight, baby, i’m—” he choked on his words, his whole body trembling as he buried himself as deep as he could, letting out a broken whimper.

the second he spilled inside you, he groaned, his body collapsing against yours, completely spent. his breath was hot against your neck, his arms still wrapped tightly around you like he never wanted to let go.

jake was still panting, his chest rising and falling against yours, his body completely hot, damp with sweat.

“shit…” he let out a shaky breath, still buried inside you, his body jerking slightly every time he shifted. he was sensitive, too sensitive, but he wouldn’t pull away. “you feel so good…” he murmured, voice weak, breathless. “so fuckin’ perfect, baby.”

the bed still creaked beneath you, both of your bodies slick with sweat, sticking to the sheets. jake groaned when you shifted even a little, his hands gripping your hips tighter. “d-don’t move..” he whined, voice barely holding together. “i’m too..fuck—too sensitive.”

his head fell against your shoulder, his lips brushing against your skin as he sucked in a deep breath. “you okay?” he mumbled, fingers tracing circles on your hip, still twitching from how hard he came.

when you nodded, his grip loosened just a little, but he still wouldn’t pull away. “i don’t wanna move..” he admitted, voice muffled against your skin. “wanna stay like this… keep you full.”

you traced your fingers along his back, feeling the way his muscles twitched under your touch. “you really meant it?” you whispered. “about the baby?”

jake lifted his head just enough to look at you, his eyes half-lidded, still dazed. “of course, i meant it.” he murmured. “i want it so bad, baby. wanna see you all round with my kid.” his voice cracked slightly, his hands sliding up your sides, as if he was trying to memorize the way you felt right now. “you’ll be so fucking pretty… carrying my baby.”

your breath hitched, your legs instinctively tightening around him. “jake…”

his lips ghosted over yours, his voice barely above a whisper. “say you want it too..” he pleaded. “tell me you’ll give me a baby.”

you swallowed, heart racing. “i want it..” you admitted softly. “i want everything with you.”

jake let out a shaky breath, his hands trembling where they held you. “fuck..” he whined, pressing his forehead against yours. “i love you so much. i swear, baby, i’ll take care of you.”

you smiled slightly, brushing your thumb against his cheek. “you better.”

he chuckled breathlessly, his lips pressing against yours in a slow, desperate kiss. “i will…” he promised. “forever.”

[kisses4themissus]

Lovebug's Quinceanera | M.R x Reader

a/n: ooh two post in one day?? this is mostly inspired since i'm getting ready for my cousins quince also teenager!lacey and baby reveal omgg pairing: Michael "Robby" Robinavitch X Single Mom!Reader wc: 1.6k

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A house on the corner of the street sat quiet from outside; inside family members, photographers, makeup artists ran in and out of the house. The sound of music, chatter and hair tools flowed from Lacey's bedroom. 

Robby sat in the living room, by the front window, sipping his coffee as he watched cars pass by.

It was finally the day, Lacey had been begging for a quinceanera for years prior to her turning fifteen; often crawling into robby’s and yours bed to talk of her plans as a child for her whole day.

A knot settled in robby’s stomach as he knew deep down his crazy daughter was now considered a woman. Being stuck in the living room had been Lacey's request, not wanting her father to see her yet.

You had been walking between your bedroom, the living room then back to Lacey's where everyone had gathered to help get her ready.

Robby sighed, trying to settle the knot down, thankfully getting distracted by Poppy, his youngest daughter, ten years old. “Lacey said she wants a matcha latte.” Poppy told Robby, her soft voice barely above whisper, Robby smiled and placed down his mug, fishing his keys out of his front pocket, thankfully still in normal clothing rather than the tux you both had bought weeks prior to Lacey's party.

“Wanna go with?” Robby asked Poppy, who just nodded and quickly began following behind robby to his truck, she quietly got in and sat in the front, quietly excited to spend a moment in the hectic day with her dad.

The pair drove out of the neighbourhood, robby smiled to himself as he watched the houses pass by, remembering when you all had moved to that neighborhood after you had enough of being crammed in an apartment with lacey, robby and an infant.

He still remembers it was Lacey who sealed the deal on their house.

- - - - - - - -

You all entered the big house, looking around. Lacey walked in and glanced around the room, her eyes going over every detail of the first floor.

Robby carried Poppy in her seat as you and him looked around, your realtor guided you both through the dining room and the kitchen, leaving Lacey in the living room. 

As the three adults turned the corner, Lacey squealed, the big front window that showed the neighborhood, she stood in front of the window and smiled, the sun beaming on her. To Robby it had looked like a painting, a small figure in the bright light of the window with a smile on her face.

“You like it bug?” Robby asked, adjusting his hold on the car seat as the realtor showed you the backyard.

Lacey nodded, turning to face robby. “I love it, me and you can have our cookies here while mommy watches love island!” She smiled, walking over to the middle of the room. “And poppy can play right here!” she spun, smiling as she imagined furniture around her.

Robby nodded, keeping note of Lacey's liking to the living room before walking upstairs with her trailing behind.

“If you got to choose, which room would you take?” Robby asked, watching as Lacey peaked into each door before running to the one in the further corner. 

She pushed the door open, it was a medium sized room; perfectly lacey sized. Robby watched as Lacey began to go over her decoration plans. She followed robby out of the room and smiled at the room next door.

“This’ll be Poppy's room, and when we’re older we could knock the wall out and me and her can have a big room together!” She told Robby, patting the wall that separated the rooms.

Robby laughed, already seeing the two girls fighting like typical sisters.

“If that’s what you both want.” He chuckled, turning to the door as you walked up the steps. Your hands clasped together behind your back. Smiling at your family.

You sighed and leaned against the doorway, your eyes looking at robby’s.

You both nodded at each other; agreeing you had found your new home.

- - - - - - - -

Poppy smiled as she carried lacey’s drink and sandwich to her older sister’s bedroom.

Slipping between adults, Poppy handed Lacey her matcha, the teen smiled and took a gulp before taking the sandwich. Poppy smiled and looked around the room, lacey’s dress hung up on her closet doors, her shoes and jewelry nearby, lacey smiled at her sister; since birth lacey had a soft spot for her younger sister.

Lacey patted her bed for poppy to sit down. The ten year old quickly did so, her cup of hot chocolate in her hand, she sat beside Lacey and quietly admired her sister. “What is it?” Lacey asked, smiling to herself. 

“You look pretty!” Poppy complimented making lacey smile and nod in thanks before turning to poppy. “Whatcha get?” Lacey asked, motioning to the small bag in Poppy's lap.

Lacey’s question made poppy perk up, she quickly handed the bag over and smiled, “Dad bought you a cake pop and since it’s your party you can pick first.” Poppy explained, Lacey smiled and picked up the unicorn cake pop.

“Y’know dad used to always buy me these when he’d get off from work, mom used to yell at him for feeding into my addiction!” Lacey laughed as she recalled the story to her sister. “Really?” Poppy giggled.

The girl's laughter made you peek into the room, the pair hadn’t noticed you in the doorway, Lacey had begun to tell Poppy she had remembered meeting robby for the first time and the memories that had followed. 

You quickly took a photo of the pair on your phone smiling at your daughters.

- - - - - - - -

“YOU BETTER NOT BE LOOKING DAD!” Lacey yelled from the top of the stairs, Robby just chuckled, his back turned to her, looking out the front window.

You laughed as you helped guide lacey down the steps. “Were you like this on your day?” Robby jokingly asked you, making you snort.

“I think I was too tired to care at one point.” You responded.

Lacey sighed as her feet hit the final step, stepping down on the wooden floor. She smiled and walked over to where robby stood, now in his tux.

She watched as you had begun to film on your phone. 

Lighting tapping robby on his shoulder, he turned, the knot in his stomach dropping as tears began to welt up. “You’re so big now..” Robby huffed, fighting his tears as he only saw that little girl he met in the ED all those years ago. 

Lacey laughed, tears of her own now falling at Robby's reaction, he quickly swept her into a hug and kissed the side of her head, being mindful of her hair. “What happened to that feisty six year old I met?” Robby joked, smiling at his daughter in her ball gown.

“She grew up to be a feisty teenager.” You added from behind the camera, tears on your face.

“Stop making me cry, you guys just spent a lot of money on my makeup and now I'm crying it off!” Lacey jokingly whined.  “She’s right, stop crying and lets go.” Robby nodded and wiped her face before turning to you. You and him shared a sad smile.

- - - - - - - -

Sitting at the table, robby smiled as you and lacey danced together; you both in tears as you both whispered to each other.

Jack patted robby’s back, “You did good brother.” Jack smiled at robby who sighed and nodded.

“Don’t I know it..” 

Most of the ED workers had requested the day off to make it to lacey’s party, robby glanced around the room to see his coworkers spread across the room, all watching you and lacey sway with each other.

The DJ slowed the music down as you both broke apart. The room clapped as you turned and motioned for robby who nodded and got up from his chair and switched with you.

“Hi dad..” Lacey smiled, looking up at robby, the pair finally getting a break from the day. 

“Hi bug, how you holding?” Robby asked, lightly guiding her feet, holding back tears. 

“I’m doing ok, pretty hungry but after i’ll eat.” She sighed, placing her head on his chest, listening ot his heartbeat.

As they danced, robby chuckled as she stumbled over his feet for a moment. “I remember when you were smaller and always wanted to dance with me.” Robby reminisced, lacey smiled nodding.

“You always did it..even when i had on those plastic heels!” She laughed, making robby nod, chuckling to himself.

“I remember when mom would come home to yell about how you frustrated her..i thought you were some bully to my mom, then next I know you were in our kitchen helping with breakfast and doing my hair.” Lacey sighed, pressing her thumb to her eye, hoping to stop the tears before they rolled down.

“I have a confession to make..” Robby told lacey who lifted her head up to look at her dad.

“I would constantly hide your hair ties so you would come running to me to do your hair..” He smiled as lacey laughed, tears now flowing. “I knew it!” She lightly smacked his chest before giggling.

As the song became to come to a close, lacey hugged robby and buried her face into his shoulder the best she could. “Thanks for letting me be your daughter..” She whispered to robby.

He sighed and rubbed her back, swaying with her again, tears of his own falling as well. 

“Thank you for letting me be your dad.”

[pathologicalreid]

a special occasion | S.R.

moving your daughter into a toddler bed brings about some interesting conversation

who? spencer reid x fem!reader category: fluff content warnings: mom!reader, dad!spencer, the f word, talks about having another baby but not necessarily suggestive, extremely accurate emily prentiss characterization word count: 1.36k a/n: this is the spencer reid dilf agenda: father's day edition! this entire fic was born from a headcanon that spencer is stupid good at building ikea furniture. also, this is technically the family from cryptic, but you don't have to read that fic to know what's happening here. it's just easier than making/naming a new baby every time.

“Emily started trying to teach her to swear,” Spencer told you, pulling a bag of screws out of the cardboard box splayed on the floor in your toddler’s room.

While he started to check whether or not all of the pieces were there, your eyes followed your daughter as she ran around the room, pulling each toy out of her toy box and setting it on the other side of the room. “I think we should consider ourselves lucky that Em waited until she was two to start her campaign,” you responded, thanking your daughter as she handed you a baby doll.

The crib had already been taken apart and was ready to be stored in the basement, and the pieces that were organized on the floor would eventually create a toddler bed. Right now, the floor was just covered in wood and screws – tiny pieces that set your mom instincts on high alert. Looking at the pieces, Spencer raised his head, “Hey, Nellie, can you hand me that screwdriver?” He asked your toddler, pointing at the screwdriver on the floor for her to grab.

You tried to hide your smile as Eleanor picked up the wrench from the floor and proudly presented it to her father. He thanked her, and as she toddled back to her toy box, you slyly passed the screwdriver to your husband. “Welcome,” she said softly, “welcome, welcome, welcome,” she echoed.

After reading about how important it was to involve your toddler in setting up their big kid bed, you and Spencer set out to include Nellie in every step. She picked the bed frame, the sheets, and everything she could possibly need for the bed. “Did you tell Emily not to teach her swear words?”

“Of course I did, but I’m pretty sure she started up again when I left the room,” he informed you, using the screwdriver to attach two pieces of the base together.

Humming, you glanced over to Eleanor, “I’d have thought Derek would be the one to start it,” you muttered, watching as she ducked her entire head in the toy box, obviously looking for a particular toy.

Spencer continued working on putting the pieces together, faltering in his movements as Nell made her way back to where the two of you were sitting. She made her way around the bed parts and unceremoniously sat down next to her father, her pigtails – his handiwork – bouncing as she plopped to the ground. “Hi princess,” he greeted, taking a moment to hug her into his side before returning to his construction work.

Eleanor happily waved the wooden hammer she had retrieved from the toy box in the air, “Help daddy,” she offered giddily, kicking her feet as she watched him complete another step in the process.

“Here, can you hammer this right here?” He asked her, pointing to the part he had just fastened, having her hammer at the screw – she was none the wiser. “Good job,” he praised her before reaching over for the next piece.

Furrowing your brow, you watched him work as Nell hammered at the carpet in front of her, “You’re not even reading the instructions.”

He shrugged, “I looked at them before I started, but I don’t need them,” he said casually, adjusting his arm as Eleanor leaned into him.

You rolled your eyes, “Don’t tell me you can just visualize the way the pieces go together in your giant brain.”

“Okay,” he answered simply, a small smirk sprouting on his face, “I won’t tell you that.”

Groaning, you laid back on the carpet and stared up at the ceiling, “I have been building furniture for years and you’re telling me I could’ve just handed it off to you?” Every bookshelf you had put together while he was off on a case, you could’ve just saved it for him.

Nellie had started creating a song about her love of hammers, continuing to hammer at the floor. “Oh, hey, be careful,” Spencer said gently, “those screws are sharp,” he told her.

Your head snapped up to see her reaching out for the pile of screws on the floor, and Spencer was doing his best to redirect her to the bolts. “Sharp,” she echoed solemnly, leaning back and holding her hammer with both hands.

“Can you say hammer?” You asked, pointing to the apparatus in her hand.

Holding it up proudly, she gave you a toothy grin, “Hammer!” She fumbled over her “r” sound, but Spencer assured you that it was a skill that she had plenty of time to develop.

As Spencer finished putting the bed together, you continued asking Eleanor to name the bits and bobs around her bedroom. “You’re so smart, lovebug. You get your brains from your daddy,” you told her.

“But you’re pretty like your mama,” he instantly responded, not even looking up from what he was doing to talk you up to your daughter – as if the two of them didn’t have the same big, brown eyes.

You pulled yourself up to a sitting position, smiling as Nell stood up and walked over to you, “Mama,” she said, turning around and taking a seat in your lap. “Bed?” She asked, looking over at the spot where her crib used to reside.

Switching from the screwdriver to a hex key, Spencer smiled at the two of you, “Almost,” he answered.

Gently dropping a kiss on the top of her head, you smiled fondly down at your toddler, “Do you remember picking your new bed out?” You asked while you pointed at the frame your husband was nearly finished with and the pile of fresh sheets she had chosen.

Nodding slowly, Nellie watched Spencer place the mattress on the bed frame before inviting her to come try it out. He reached out his hand for her, and she took his index finger in her tiny hand before he helped her up on the bed, “What do you think Nellie?” He asked, straightening out her ladybug overalls from where they were getting twisted up.

“Big,” she answered, releasing her hold on his finger and laying down on the mattress. You checked the time on your phone to make sure she wasn’t missing a nap.

Spencer stood up, picking her up as he did so, he held her close, and she rested her head on his shoulder. “You started climbing out of your crib every night, so you got to upgrade to a big girl bed,” he explained to her. You shuffled over to grab the sheets and start making the bed. “Alright, did Aunt Emily teach you a new word last night?”

From the way she smiled at him, you knew the answer to the question and that she had been informed that Emily would get in trouble for teaching her the word, “Fuck!”

Clamping your hand over your mouth to stop from laughing, you heard your husband sigh behind you, “Did Aunt Emily tell you that you shouldn’t say that?”

“Speshul cay-shun,” she sounded out the answer as he let her down, she went back to the bed that you had just finished making. You helped her up on the bed and she proceeded to lay down on the comforter, patterned with multi-colored flowers.

While she explored her new bed, you stood next to your husband, “Shame we have no use for the crib anymore,” he murmured to you, snaking an arm around your waist.

Raising your eyebrows, you turned to look at him, “Oh, you are fishing right now, Spencer Reid.” You were half joking, half scolding as you beamed up at him.

Spencer placed both of his hands on either side of your waist, “I am merely stating a fact,” he said, feigning innocence.

“Pointedly, stating a fact,” you corrected him, “It’s definitely something to consider.”

“Fuck,” a small voice said from behind the both of you, causing your head to snap back to your daughter, who was now making snow angels on her new bed.

You cringed slightly, “Maybe we’ll revisit after we solve this issue.”

He looked fondly over at the toddler, “You have to admit, it is a special occasion.”

[princesseilish]

PARROT

Billie Eillsh x Fem!Mom!Reader

Warnings: slight swearing, use of y/n? a pinch of funny

Synopsis: billie couldn’t help herself, and now Rosie can’t help herself either

It was supposed to be a simple grocery trip.

Y/N had explicitly instructed Billie to keep it together. They were just grabbing a few things for Rosie’s upcoming second birthday party—balloons, snacks, maybe a cake mix. Nothing complicated, nothing that should’ve been an issue. But Y/N should’ve known better.

“Babe, do we need more of that organic juice Ro likes?” Billie called from the next aisle, pushing the cart with Rosie sitting happily inside, her tiny hands wrapped around the bar.

Y/N, examining a box of birthday candles, glanced over. “Yeah, grab a couple bottles. The mango one.”

“Got it.”

It was going fine. Too fine, actually.

Until they hit the produce section.

Billie was trying to grab a bundle of bananas from the display when, naturally, the entire pyramid of fruit decided to betray her. A bunch tumbled to the floor with a loud thud, rolling in every direction. Billie, already flustered, muttered under her breath, “What the fuck.”

Y/N’s head snapped up like she’d been electrocuted.

“Billie,” she hissed, eyes darting to their daughter.

But it was too late.

Rosie, wide-eyed and always eager to mimic her favorite person in the world, opened her tiny mouth and proudly repeated, “What the fuh!”

Y/N’s soul left her body.

Billie froze, bananas still in hand, her face a perfect mix of horror and disbelief. “Oh, shit.”

“Billie!” Y/N practically dropped the candles as she rushed over, grabbing Rosie from the cart like she could somehow squeeze the word right out of her.

Rosie giggled, thinking it was all a fun game. “What the fuh! What the fuh!”

Y/N’s jaw clenched so tight she thought her teeth might crack. She turned slowly to Billie, who was trying—and failing—not to laugh.

“Billie Eilish,” Y/N said in a tone that could curdle milk, “what the actual fuck—I mean��heck—heck is wrong with you?!”

Billie bit her lip, attempting to stifle a snort but failing miserably. “Babe, I didn’t mean to—”

“Didn’t mean to?” Y/N’s voice dropped to a dangerous whisper as she pointed at their gleeful toddler. “Her second birthday is in three days. Do you really want our daughter to be the kid who blows out her candles and yells ‘what the fuh!’ in front of everyone?”

Rosie clapped her hands excitedly. “What the fuh!”

Y/N shot Billie a glare so sharp it could’ve sliced through steel. “No, Ro, that’s a no-no word. Bad Billie.”

Billie winced like she’d been physically slapped. “Hey, c’mon, it’s not like I taught her on purpose.”

Y/N set Rosie back in the cart and grabbed the bananas out of Billie’s hands with a dramatic huff. “You’re on cleanup duty. And you’re explaining this to my mom if Ro slips up.”

Billie groaned, rubbing the back of her neck. “Your mom already thinks I’m a bad influence.”

“Well,” Y/N muttered, pushing the cart down the aisle, “now she has proof.”

Later that night, after Rosie was tucked in—without uttering any forbidden words, thank God—Billie shuffled into their bedroom looking like a guilty puppy.

Y/N was curled up with a book, doing her best to ignore Billie’s presence, even as Billie flopped dramatically onto the bed beside her.

“Babe,” Billie whined, nudging Y/N’s arm. “I’m sorry.”

Y/N didn’t look up from her book. “You corrupted our daughter.”

Billie groaned, rolling onto her back. “It was an accident! I swear, I’ll fix it.”

Y/N finally glanced at her, arching an eyebrow. “Oh yeah? And how exactly do you plan on fixing that?”

Billie grinned, pulling Y/N’s book out of her hands and tossing it onto the nightstand. “Simple. I’ll just teach her other words to say instead.”

Y/N sighed, but the corner of her mouth twitched. “Like what?”

Billie sat up, her face serious. “Like… ‘What the fudge!’ Or ‘What the flip!’” She wiggled her eyebrows. “Or we could go full grandma and teach her to say, ‘Oh, sugar!’”

Y/N finally laughed, shoving Billie’s shoulder. “You’re ridiculous.”

“But you love me.” Billie grinned, leaning in and pressing a kiss to Y/N’s cheek. “And I love you. And Ro. Even if she’s a tiny parrot.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but her heart melted all the same. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Billie wrapped her arms around Y/N, pulling her into her chest. “Lucky? Nah, I’m just smart. I got you and Ro, didn’t I?”

Y/N sighed, snuggling into Billie’s warmth despite herself. “Just… try not to turn her into a sailor before preschool, okay?”

Billie chuckled, kissing the top of Y/N’s head. “Deal. But if she slips up… I’m blaming you for teaching her ‘heck.’”

Y/N groaned, but she couldn’t help the smile that tugged at her lips. Life with Billie might’ve been chaotic, but it was theirs—bad words, bananas, and all.

[thesecondhandwoman]

hellooo i saw you were looking for requests!! i’ve been dying for some domestic caitvi as moms fics, if you wanna run with that!!

MOTHERLY LOVE

Caitlyn x Vi x kid f!reader

Synopsis: You were Caitlyn’s and Vi’s little kiddo, and they loved you with all their hearts. Today, like every other, showed just how much they truly did.

Request: Anon 🤍

A/N: Just to clarify, again, this isn’t a ship with a child, it is just the fanfic scenario. Also, in this scenario, mama is Vi, mommy is Caitlyn.

The morning sun peeked through the curtains, casting soft golden stripes across the kitchen floor. It smelled like vanilla and sugar, and the faint sizzle of batter on a pan was the first sound you heard. Your nose twitched as you slowly woke up, eyes still heavy with sleep.

Bun-Bun, a stuffed bunny that your Mama Vi gave you as a little baby, was tucked firmly under your arm, his soft bunny ears draped over your face like a second pillow. You hugged him closer, not quite ready to leave your cocoon of warmth.

“Kiddo, breakfast is almost ready,” came a familiar, raspy voice from down the hall. It was mama—loud, warm, and always just a little rough around the edges. You could hear her footsteps getting closer.

You kept your eyes shut tight.

“Don’t make me come in there,” she teased, voice full of playful warning.

You burrowed deeper into the blanket, whispering to Bun-Bun, “Shh, she can’t see us if we don’t move.”

The door creaked open. “I can hear you, y’know,” Vi said, stepping inside. She crouched down next to the bed, grinning like a mischievous fox. “Last chance, bunny squad. Up or I’m carryin’ you to breakfast upside down.”

You peeked one eye open, meeting her smirk with a little giggle. “You wouldn’t dare, mama!”

“Try me,” she challenged, raising an eyebrow.

With a dramatic sigh, you sat up, still clutching Bun-Bun to your chest. “Okay, okay, I’m up, mama. No upside-down rides today, please.”

“Smart choice, kid.” Vi ruffled your hair, messing it up worse than it already was. “C’mon, Mommy’s makin’ pancakes, and you know she doesn’t let me near the stove.”

That got you moving. You slid off the bed, dragging Bun-Bun along, his floppy ears trailing behind you like a royal cape.

In the kitchen, Caitlyn was at the stove, her braid pulled neatly over one shoulder. Her focus was sharp, every flip of the pancake precise. She glanced over her shoulder as you shuffled in, her eyes softening instantly.

“Good morning, darling,” she said, wiping her hands on a towel before crouching down to your level. Her arms opened, and you ran into them without hesitation, squishing Bun-Bun between you. She kissed your cheek, her hands warm and steady on your back. “Did you sleep well?”

“Bun-Bun had a bad dream,” you mumbled into her shoulder.

Caitlyn pulled back just enough to look at you, her eyes scanning your face with quiet concern. “Did he? Poor Bun-Bun,” she said, brushing her thumb over your cheek. “Good thing he had you to keep him safe.”

“Yeah,” you said, nodding. “But I think he needs extra pancakes to feel better.”

Caitlyn’s lips twitched into a small smile. “Oh, does he now? Well, I suppose we can manage that.” She kissed your forehead, then stood, guiding you toward the kitchen table.

Vi was already sitting there, arms stretched out behind her head like she had all the time in the world. She grinned as you sat down next to her, placing Bun-Bun in your lap.

“Hey, guess what?” Vi leaned over, her eyes wide with mock seriousness. “I called dibs on the first pancake.”

“Hey! No fair!” you pouted, hugging Bun-Bun protectively. “Mommy, tell Mama she can’t call dibs!”

“Vi, don’t antagonize her,” Caitlyn said, setting a fresh plate of pancakes on the table. “You know she always gets the first one.”

“Ah, fine,” Vi grumbled, shooting you a wink. “You win this time, kiddo.”

“I always win,” you said with a grin, digging into the warm, buttery pancake Caitlyn set in front of you. You made sure to give Bun-Bun a “bite” too, pressing a tiny piece of pancake to his face before eating it yourself.

Vi chuckled. “That bunny eats better than I do.”

“That’s because Bun-Bun’s a prince,” you said proudly, offering him another “bite.”

Caitlyn’s quiet laugh filled the kitchen, a sound as warm as the sun on your face.

The rain came out of nowhere that afternoon. One minute, the sky was bright and blue, and the next, it was a gray blanket pouring water over everything. Raindrops raced each other down the window, and thunder rolled softly in the distance.

You sat on the floor of the living room, Bun-Bun firmly in your lap, surrounded by crayons, markers, and a sea of paper. You were drawing the “Royal Kingdom of Bun-Bun”—complete with castles, forests, and a secret lair for Vi (she said every kingdom needed one).

Caitlyn sat on the couch behind you, a book in her lap, her eyes occasionally flicking up to check on you. Her presence was a calm, steady hum in the background, like the heartbeat of the house.

“Hey, look!” you said, holding up your newest masterpiece. “This is Bun-Bun’s royal castle. See? There’s a slide that goes straight to the pancake room.”

“Brilliant design choice,” Caitlyn said, tilting her head to study it like it was fine art. “I think you might be an architect when you grow up.”

“Or a pancake chef like you, mommy,” you added.

“Or both,” she replied, eyes crinkling with pride.

“Hey, what about me?” Vi said, flopping onto the floor beside you, her head resting on her arm. “Where’s my secret lair?”

“Right here,” you pointed to a small, cave-like drawing at the edge of the page. “You get your own lair ‘cause you’re a sneaky spy.”

Vi’s eyes lit up. “Sneaky spy, huh? I like it.”

“You better like it,” you said, puffing up with pride. “It took me forever to draw the door right.”

Vi grinned, tapping Bun-Bun on the head. “You’re a visionary, kid. Bun-Bun picked a good family.”

When the thunder cracked loudly that night, you shot up in bed, heart thudding in your chest. Bun-Bun was clutched tight to your chest, his little button eyes staring blankly ahead.

For a second, you debated being brave. But another rumble shook the sky, and all your bravery crumbled.

Your small feet hit the floor, and you shuffled toward the hallway, Bun-Bun’s ears trailing behind you. You knew exactly where to go.

Vi and Caitlyn’s bedroom door was slightly open, the soft glow of a bedside lamp peeking through. You nudged it open slowly, peeking in.

“Hey, little bunny,” Caitlyn’s voice came softly from the bed. She was already sitting up, holding out her arms. “Come here, darling.”

You didn’t need to be told twice. You climbed onto the bed, dragging Bun-Bun with you, and snuggled into her lap. Caitlyn’s arms wrapped around you, warm and strong. Her hand stroked your hair slowly, the same way she always did when you were scared.

Vi stirred beside her, rubbing sleep from her eyes. “Storm getcha, huh, kiddo?” she mumbled, voice still thick with sleep.

You nodded, burying your face in Caitlyn’s shoulder. “It’s loud.”

“Yeah, it is,” Vi said, scooting closer. She draped her arm over both of you, a big, safe weight that made the world feel smaller and safer. “Don’t worry, though. It’s just sky stuff. It’s got nothin’ on us.”

“Not on Bun-Bun either,” you mumbled, lifting him up so his little face was visible.

“Definitely not on Bun-Bun,” Caitlyn agreed, kissing the top of your head. “You’re safe here, love. Always.”

“Always,” Vi echoed, giving Bun-Bun a soft high-five. “We got you.”

Snuggled between them, with Bun-Bun safe in your arms, you felt the world get quieter. The thunder was still there, but it didn’t feel as big or as scary anymore.

Your eyes grew heavy, lulled by the warmth of your family and the quiet hum of their voices. Before you drifted off, you let out a tiny yawn and mumbled, “Love you, Mommy. Love you, Mama.”

“Love you too, baby bunny,” Caitlyn whispered.

“Love you more, squirt,” Vi added, pulling the blanket up over you.

And just like that, the world felt perfect again, safe with your mothers.

A/N: To make this even more heartwarming/wrenching, Bun-Bun was inspired by Jinx’s bunny in season one (which is why it is noted that Vi gave it to the reader).

[jellesreid]

Father’s Day

In which Spencer and his daughter have a daddy daughter date at the thrift shop before going home to reader!mom for Father’s Day fun. (Fluff!)

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tags: Father’s day, dad!spencer, mom!reader, thrift shop, thrifting, clothes shopping, cafe date, daddy/daughter day, cuddling, gift recieving, tea party.

warnings: None! super fluffy for Father’s day

Note: Sorry that I’m not writing as frequently I promise I’ll be writing more soon, thank you for the love on all my fan fics it’s very much appreciated!

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The first unusual thing about today was that you had a lay-in, something you hadn’t had since giving birth to your and Spencer’s daughter just shy of four years ago. The second unusual thing was that the side of your bed that was occupied by your husband was empty and cold. That was something that happened occasionally due to his job; however, in his place was always your curly-haired princess, but not this time. 

You rubbed your eyes a little confused and saw the notification on the phone saying Spencer had left home around an hour ago. 

You sat up and turned to the side spotting a handwritten note next to a, now, cold cup of coffee. 

Good morning Sweetheart, 

I made you coffee in case you’re up soon. Don’t worry when you see Delilah and I aren’t home, I’ve taken her out to get a blueberry croissant and to the thrift shop. She can model her clothes when we are home. 

I love you, sleep well.

Spencer Reid. 

You giggled at him signing off this letter with his full name but your heart warmed at the relationship he had with your child. That’s when you remember what day it was, Father’s day. 

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Across town, Spencer was driving to the thrift store with his favourite person in the world besides you in the back of the car munching on a blueberry croissant allowing all the flaky pieces of pastry to fall to the floor. 

“Are you enjoying that honey?” Spencer asked, looking into the rearview mirror. 

“Mhm,” Delilah managed back as her mouth was stuffed full. 

Spencer pulled into the car park not too far from the door and waited for Delilah to finish eating.

“Do you think Mommy is awake?” She asked still chewing her food.

“Maybe, are you done?” 

“Yep,” She put the pastry bag on the seat next to her, “What do we look for here Daddy?” She asked while Spencer unclipped the seat belt for her car seat. 

“We can look for anything in here, hopefully, there will be some pretty clothes for you.”

Delilah took hold of Spencer’s hand as they walked across the car park and inside the door of the thrift store. 

“Oh, it’s very big, wow!” She said taking in her surroundings. 

“It is,” he smiled down at her as they walked to the children’s section in the thrift. 

“Should we call mommy?” 

“I think we should surprise her with the pretty outfits we find for you, honey.”

“But she might feel left out,” Delilah pouted. 

“She’ll be fine darling, you can show her everything when we get home,” Spencer said as he picked up a pair of baggy jeans with a flower on the back pocket that had been designed with pink gems, “Do you like these?” 

“Uh huh, pretty flower and PINK!” 

“Do you want to help me look?” Spencer ruffled his daughter's curly hair.

She scrunched her nose and nodded before going to the next clothing rail grabbing the hem of each item to look through the clothes as she was too small to reach the coat hangers. 

“DADA! They have Hello Kitty!!” A small yell echoed across the aisles not long after she’d gone to explore. 

Spencer made his way to Delilah carrying a few pieces of clothing he had found for her, “Show me, honey.”

Delilah pointed to the t-shirt, letting her dad take it from the rail. The top was long sleeved with a small hello kitty on the front.

“Would you like that one sweetheart?” 

Delilah nodded her head quickly, “Yes please.”

After a little more shopping Spencer and Delilah had compiled enough clothes to call the thrift shop successful and head home. 

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Upon opening the door Spencer heard the sound of the TV coming from their bedroom and as soon as the sound hit Delilah’s ears too her face lit up with a big smile squirming for Spencer to put her down. 

She took off toward the bedroom while Spencer carried the bags of clothes into the house and up to the bedroom where he caught sight of you and your daughter cuddling on the bed. 

“Well aren’t you both gorgeous,” He smiled widely, his heart exploding.

“Yes I am,” Delilah answered proudly which earned a laugh from you and Spencer. 

“What have you both been up to then?” You asked. 

“We got clothes!” Delilah answered. 

“Did you? Were there lots of nice things?” 

The curly-haired girl nodded and looked at Spencer.

“Oh yes there were lots of pinks and flowers and Hello Kitty pieces,” Spencer added after Delilah’s prompt.

“Would you like to show me, Lilah?” You asked brushing down her curls that had gone fluffy since she dived onto the bed moments ago.

“Uh-huh! Like, try on?” 

“If you’d like to sweetie, I’m sure Daddy wouldn’t mind helping you.”

You sat up in bed and waited for Spencer and Delilah to come back through to model her outfits. 

The brunette girl walked into the bedroom with her hands on her hips in a summer dress covered in pink hibiscus flowers. 

“Oh beautiful honey,” You smiled. 

“Love?” Delilah asked, posing for you. 

“Yes, I love it.”

“Okay, next!” Delilah scurried out of the bedroom and back to her room to change into the next outfit. 

The next time she came back she was wearing the jeans Spencer first picked up along with the Hello Kitty shirt she had found herself.

“Oh honey, you look adorable,” You spoke with adoration. 

“Isn’t she just?” Spencer said walking in after her. 

“I’m adorable because you made me Mommy,” Delilah scrunched her nose with a giggle. 

You laugh and Spencer nods, “I agree with her actually.”

After a few more outfits had been tried on Delilah flopped onto the bed as if she were exhausted. 

“Sweetheart, don’t you have something for Daddy?” 

Delilah gasped and whispered, “Is today Daddy’s day?!”

You nodded and watched as she slid off the bed and rushed out of the room. Spencer sat beside you on the bed, wrapping an arm around you. 

“Happy Father’s Day babe,” You said, snuggling closer to him and leaning up to kiss his cheek.

“Thank you for making me a father,” Spencer said hugging you tighter.

Delilah rushed back through with the card she had made Spencer at school, “Daddy, daddy, daddy!” She jumped onto the bed, passing the card over to him. 

The card was decorated with blue glitter and lots of hearts and her best drawing of herself, Spencer and you. Inside the card, she had tried to write in her best handwriting, ‘To Daddy,

Happy Father’s Day. Lots of love Lilah’ but a few of the words had been misspelt. 

“Thank you sweetheart, I love you lots too,” He said pulling her closer with his spare arm and kissing her head. 

“I was thinking,” Delilah looked up at Spencer, “For your Daddy’s Day present we could have a tea party?” Her mannerisms gave the impression that she was shy to ask with the way she tried to bury her face into him and only look up at him when she was trying to use her puppy dog eyes but they were simply exaggerated. She knew she would always get what she wanted with Spencer, he could never say no to her.

So, his Father’s Day was clearly going to be spent having a tea party with the best thing that ever happened to him besides you. 

[riesread]

Full Name Frenzy

— pairing • dad!jude bellingham x mom!reader

— summary • You, Jude Bellingham’s fun-loving girlfriend, team up with his entire family to pull off a hilarious TikTok prank where you call him by his full name in front of everyone. The plan is perfect: everyone’s in on the joke, except Jude. His adorable daughter, Rosie, steals the show with her hilarious reaction, turning the prank into a memorable family moment filled with love and laughter.

— warnings • Fluff overload, light teasing, adorable family dynamics, and lots of banter.

— wanna talk or send request • to charlotte

It was a calm, sunny Sunday afternoon at the Bellingham family house—one of those rare lazy days when everyone could simply relax and enjoy each other's company. The smell of a home-cooked lunch lingered in the air as the house buzzed with light conversation and the occasional burst of laughter. It was a perfect family day, but for you, it was the perfect setup for a prank you had been planning for days.

As you sat on the living room couch with your boyfriend, Jude Bellingham, and your three-year-old daughter Rosie, you were practically giddy with excitement. The idea had started as a harmless joke when you stumbled upon a viral TikTok trend. It was simple: call your partner by their full name and capture their reaction. But knowing Jude’s playful personality and the fact that he was surrounded by his family—his parents Denise and Mark, and his younger brother Jobe—you couldn’t resist going all in.

It was about time to pull off the prank, but not without some help from Jude’s family.

The night before, after Jude had gone to bed, you had shared your plan with the rest of the family, gathering them in the kitchen for a secret discussion.

“So, I’ve got a prank in mind,” you whispered with a grin, glancing over your shoulder to make sure Jude wasn’t anywhere near. “And I need all of you to help me pull it off.”

Denise and Mark immediately perked up. Denise smiled warmly as she leaned against the counter, wiping her hands on a dish towel. “Oh, I love a good prank. What are we doing?”

You explained the viral TikTok trend and how you planned to call Jude by his full name—Jude Victor William Bellingham—in front of everyone. The key to the prank was keeping a straight face and making Jude think he was in some serious trouble, even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

Mark chuckled, already seeing how Jude might react. “You know he’s going to be confused as hell. He never hears his full name unless it’s something serious.”

Denise nodded enthusiastically, her eyes twinkling with amusement. “And he hasn’t been called that since he was a little boy. I’m in.”

Jobe, who had been listening while casually scrolling through his phone, suddenly grinned. “Wait, you want us all to act like Jude’s in trouble? Oh, I’m so in for this. I’ll make it dramatic.”

You laughed, already imagining Jobe hamming it up and making Jude’s confusion even worse. “Exactly! He won’t know what hit him. I’m going to start it off casually, and then we’ll see where it goes from there.”

Denise giggled like a schoolgirl. “I can’t wait to see his face.”

“And don’t worry,” you added with a wink. “Rosie will have the final word. She’s going to unknowingly seal the deal.”

Mark laughed and nodded approvingly. “You’re using our granddaughter as the secret weapon. Smart move.”

The plan was set. You all knew your roles. Now, all you had to do was wait until tomorrow.

The next day, everything felt perfect. The family had gathered in the living room after a hearty lunch. Jude, unaware of what was coming, was lounging comfortably on the couch next to you, scrolling through Netflix and mindlessly suggesting shows to watch.

Your daughter, Rosie, was sitting on the floor, her tiny fingers wrapped around the plastic handles of her dolls as she hummed happily to herself. Jude’s parents, Denise and Mark, sat across the room in armchairs, chatting softly, while Jobe sprawled out on the other couch, pretending to be deep into his phone, but really waiting for his moment to strike.

You caught Denise’s eye from across the room, and she gave you a small, conspiratorial nod. It was time.

You leaned back against the cushions, acting as casual as you could, before dropping the bomb. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you said, your voice carrying just enough weight to suggest seriousness, but not too much to make it sound fake.

Jude’s body froze. He turned slowly to look at you, his eyebrows knitting together in confusion. “Wait... what?” he said, blinking at you as if you had just said something in a foreign language.

You stared back at him, keeping your face completely neutral. “You heard me,” you said with a deadpan expression. “Jude Victor William Bellingham.”

The room fell silent. Denise lowered her cup of tea slowly, her eyes widening in what could only be described as mock concern. Mark raised an eyebrow from behind his newspaper, peeking over the top like he was waiting for some kind of explanation. Even Jobe, who had been doing his best to act oblivious, now sat up straighter, his mouth open in exaggerated shock.

“Bro,” Jobe muttered, shaking his head dramatically. “Not the full name. You’re in deep now.”

Jude looked around the room, his expression one of total confusion. “What the hell is going on? Why are you using my full name like that?”

Denise, ever the supportive mom, chimed in softly, her voice laced with concern. “Sweetheart, what did you do?”

“I didn’t do anything!” Jude exclaimed, laughing nervously, but still visibly unsettled by the sudden use of his full name. “Why is everyone acting like I’ve committed some crime?”

You tried your hardest to maintain your composure, but it was difficult. Jude’s face was a mix of disbelief, nervousness, and slight panic, like he was trying to figure out if there was some major mistake he didn’t remember making.

Jobe, of course, leaned into the drama, shaking his head slowly. “Nah, bro, when they drop your full name like that, it’s over. You’ve done something. Just admit it now and save yourself.”

Jude looked genuinely baffled now, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “But I haven’t done anything! I swear!”

You kept your serious expression, though inside you were practically bursting with laughter. “Jude Victor William Bellingham,” you repeated, drawing out each syllable for extra effect. “I can’t believe you don’t know what you’ve done.”

Jude threw his hands up in the air, looking helplessly around the room. “I’m telling you, I’ve got no idea! Mum, Dad, help me out here!”

Denise shrugged, her lips pressed together as if she were trying hard not to laugh. “I don’t know, Jude. She used your full name. You must have done something.”

At this point, Mark lowered his newspaper fully, folding it on his lap as he gave Jude a sympathetic look. “Son, full names are no joke. Maybe it’s time to come clean.”

Jude groaned, still laughing but now visibly confused and stressed. “But there’s nothing to come clean about! You’re all ganging up on me for no reason!”

That’s when Rosie, who had been mostly absorbed in her dolls, suddenly looked up. Her big brown eyes, wide and full of innocence, locked onto her father. She paused for a moment, processing the serious tone everyone had adopted, before deciding it was time for her input.

In the sweetest, most innocent voice, she pointed a tiny finger at Jude and said, “Oooooh, Dada, you’re in soooo much trouble.”

That was it. The room erupted into chaos. Jobe doubled over, clutching his stomach as he let out a loud laugh. Denise was wiping tears of laughter from her eyes, while Mark chuckled deeply, unable to contain himself. You couldn’t hold it in any longer either, bursting into giggles as Rosie’s serious tone tipped everyone over the edge.

Jude, now laughing but still utterly bewildered, pulled Rosie into his lap, covering her face with kisses as she squealed with delight. “You little traitor!” he teased, tickling her until she shrieked with laughter. “Even you’re turning against me?”

Rosie wiggled in his arms, still giggling as she buried her face into his chest. “Dada in trouble!” she squeaked, clearly enjoying the attention and the fact that she had somehow been part of the big prank.

You wiped the tears from your eyes, finally catching your breath. “You should’ve seen your face, Jude. You looked like you were trying to figure out if you’d broken the law or something!”

Jude shook his head, though his smile was wide and affectionate. “I genuinely thought I’d forgotten something major, like our anniversary or Rosie’s birthday or—I don’t even know!” He laughed, running a hand through his hair again. “You got me good, I’ll give you that.”

Denise, still recovering from her laughter, smiled warmly at you. “That was brilliant, darling. You’ve officially outdone yourself.”

Mark nodded in agreement. “I’ve never seen Jude look so lost in my life. Well done.”

Jobe, who had been leaning back on the couch with a smug grin, chimed in. “I’ll give you points for execution, but honestly, Rosie’s line took it to a whole new level. That was gold.”

Rosie, still sitting in Jude’s lap, seemed to sense that she had become the star of the show. She smiled proudly, looking up at her father with wide eyes. “I got you, Dada,” she said softly, and Jude’s heart melted on the spot.

He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her in for a big hug. “Yeah, you did, little one. You’re too smart for your own good.”

You couldn’t help but feel a swell of warmth in your chest as you watched the scene unfold. What had started as a lighthearted prank had turned into one of those perfect family moments—filled with love, laughter, and the kind of joy that only comes from being surrounded by the people who matter most.

Jude leaned back, cradling Rosie against his chest, and gave you a playful look. “You realize this means war, right? There’s no way I’m letting you get away with this.”

You raised an eyebrow, grinning. “Oh, I’m counting on it.”

He laughed, shaking his head. “Well, if you think you’re getting away with pranks this easily, you’re in for a surprise.”

Mark, who had returned to his newspaper, chuckled quietly. “Careful, son. She’s got Rosie on her side. You don’t stand a chance.”

Jobe snickered. “Yeah, man. You’re outnumbered.”

Denise, always the peacemaker, leaned forward and patted Jude’s knee. “Well, at least now you know what it feels like to be on the receiving end of a prank. I’d say it builds character.”

Jude groaned dramatically but squeezed Rosie a little tighter, his playful eyes never leaving yours. “I guess this is what I get for falling in love with a prankster.”

You leaned in closer, your voice soft but teasing. “And don’t forget, I’ve got the ultimate prank partner right here.” You gestured toward Rosie, who had already snuggled into Jude’s chest, her tiny hand gripping his shirt as she started to doze off after all the excitement.

Jude smiled, his eyes twinkling with affection. “Yeah, yeah. I guess if it’s you two, I can handle a little trouble.”

As the afternoon sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the cozy living room, you couldn’t help but feel grateful for the simple joys of family life. The prank had been a success, sure, but more than that, it was moments like these—filled with love, laughter, and the people you loved most—that made everything feel just right.

And as you snuggled up next to Jude, Rosie sound asleep in his arms, you knew that no matter what, these were the moments that would stick with you forever.

[stewpidcheescatarinabluu]

Dumbass

Synopsis: You hired a technician. She showed up with zero skills, too-big sleeves, and a stubborn need to impress you. Somehow, you’re both fixing the mess—wires, sparks, and maybe your heart, too.

Word Count: 1,350

Karina X M!Reader

was a slow, uneventful afternoon. You were sprawled across your bed, doom-scrolling through social media with the emotional range of a dying phone battery. One of your friends had posted beach photos from the Bahamas—sunset shots, fruity drinks, and not a cloud in the sky.

Must be nice.

You tapped the heart button and scrolled on, but before your thumb could get into a rhythm again, the doorbell rang downstairs. You blinked at the sound, then groaned. Who even…

Oh. Right.

You sat up. The technician. You’d booked someone to fix the busted light switches you may or may not have “accidentally rewired” last weekend trying to be a man of many skills.

You jogged downstairs, fully expecting a guy who looked like he could bench press a refrigerator and speak fluent electrician.

But when you opened the door, you froze.

There stood a girl. Barely 5’5”, long dark hair, a jumper two sizes too big, sleeves half swallowing her hands. She looked more like someone here to sell cookies than fix dangerous wiring.

“Hi! Are you Y/N?” she chirped, smiling like this was totally normal.

You blinked. Then stared some more.

“…Yes? Are you lost, kid?”

She furrowed her brows.

“Let’s find your mom, okay?” you added, patting her gently on the head like she was a stray puppy.

She smacked your hand away with surprising speed. “I’m not a kid! I’m the technician you hired, sir.”

You nearly choked on air. “Huh?!

“Huh?!” you repeated, still stuck somewhere between laughing and panicking.

She raised an eyebrow. “Yes, huh. Can I come in or are you gonna keep standing there like you just saw a ghost?”

You stepped aside awkwardly, letting her in. She walked past you like she owned the place—well, more like skipped, her boots squeaking slightly against your wooden floor.

“Sooo,” she said, looking around curiously, “where’s the, uh… issue?”

You cleared your throat, scratching the back of your neck. “Right. Follow me.”

You led her into the kitchen. It looked mostly normal at first glance—until she noticed the cover of the fuse box on the counter, a screwdriver still lodged in it like a murder weapon. A single bulb flickered above like it was barely hanging on to life.

“Oh,” she said slowly. “This is… a crime scene.”

“Technically,” you said, “it’s called DIY.”

“Mmm. Looks more like D-I-Why?”

You shot her a look, but she was already grinning.

“Anyway,” you continued, ignoring the jab, “this switch here started sparking when I tried to turn the kettle on. So I opened it up and, y’know, tried to see what was wrong.”

She crouched next to the wall socket, staring at the exposed wires. “…And what did we learn?”

“…That I should never try to impress girls by saying I can fix things.”

At first glance, she nodded slowly. “Alright… yeah. Yeah, I see what happened here.”

You watched as she walked over, crouched in front of the panel, and tilted her head like she was examining ancient ruins. She squinted at the tangled wires poking out like spaghetti.

“Fuse box open. Wiring exposed. Screwdriver still… inserted. Classic short circuit situation.”

You raised an eyebrow. “You know what that means?”

“Of course I do,” she said confidently, rolling up her too-long sleeves. “This is basic… uh, Level 2 circuitry. Easy fix.”

She grabbed the screwdriver with intent—way too much intent—and began poking around. A spark shot out.

“GOT IT.” She flinched, snatching her hand back like it bit her.

“Got what? Electrocuted?”

“No-no,” she said, shaking her hand and trying to recover. **“Just testing the, uh, voltage. It’s fine. Normal reaction.”

You tried to hold back a smile. “You okay?”

“Of course. Minor shock. Happens to the best of us.” She stood up and wiped her hands like she did something monumental.

“Sooo… fixed?”

“…No.” She cleared her throat, refusing to meet your eyes. “I was just… prepping. Yeah. You don’t just fix things. You analyze.”

There was a pause.

Then she sighed, shoulders drooping. “Okay, fine. I don’t know what I’m doing. I panicked. I saw wires and just started guessing.”

You bit back a grin. “So you’re not actually a technician.”

“I’m actually a barista.”

“You make coffee?”

“I do! Really good ones too.”

“That’s… wildly unrelated.”

She crossed her arms, cheeks puffing out in embarrassment. “Listen, the listing said good with hands. I assumed coffee counted.”

you know what-

You pulled out your phone and tapped on a tutorial titled “Fixing a Kitchen Light Switch Without Burning Your House Down – Beginner Friendly.” The thumbnail was some old man pointing at a wire like it owed him money.

“Really?” Karina raised a brow as she leaned over your shoulder. “A YouTube tutorial?”

“Unless you’d prefer actual flames, yeah.” You scrolled through the video timeline. “Not all of us are born electricians.”

She scoffed and backed away, folding her arms tightly across her chest as she leaned against the counter. “Please. I could’ve figured it out if you just gave me time.”

You shot her a look. “Time to do what? Negotiate with the wires?”

“Time to analyze the circuitry, obviously.” She pushed off the counter and walked toward the fuse box again, crouching dramatically like she was investigating something mysterious. Her oversized jumper sleeves dangled dangerously close to the open wiring.

You took a step forward, frowning. “Yeah, how about you analyze your life choices first?”

She spun around, eyes wide. “Wow. I’m being judged by a guy who thought rewiring his kitchen was a ‘fun weekend project’.”

“It was supposed to be,” you muttered, crouching next to her. “Until I touched that red wire and nearly got flashbanged.”

“That’s because you don’t touch the red one first, rookie mistake.” She pulled the jumper sleeves up like she was getting serious. “This is child’s play.”

You stared at her, amused. “You sure about that? You looked like you were about to cry after one spark.”

“I did not cry!” she snapped, though the blush on her cheeks betrayed her. “That was a flinch. A dignified one.”

“A dignified electrocution?”

“You’re impossible,” she huffed, sitting cross-legged now, refusing to look at you. “I was just trying to impress you, okay?”

That made you pause.

She fiddled with a loose wire, but her fingers hesitated.

“You… wanted to impress me?” you asked, voice lower now.

Karina didn’t answer right away. She gave a half-shrug, still staring at the mess in front of her.

“You opened the door and immediately called me a kid. I panicked. I wanted to prove I wasn’t useless.”

You stared at her, caught off-guard by the shift in her tone.

Then you knelt down beside her, close enough for your knees to bump.

“Hey,” you said quietly. “You’re not useless. You’re just not… an electrician.”

She finally looked up, cheeks a little pink, bottom lip slightly jutted out in a pout. “Still feels stupid.”

You grinned, gently taking the screwdriver from her hand before she could stick it into the wrong slot again. “Then let’s be stupid together.”

She blinked. “What?”

You held up the phone with the paused tutorial and offered her the other earbud.

“Come on, let’s follow the old guy’s instructions and see if we can at least get the lights to turn on without setting the kitchen on fire.”

Karina stared for a second, then smiled, soft and reluctant.

“Fine,” she said, nudging your shoulder. “But if we die, I’m blaming you in the afterlife.”

“Deal, Dumbass.”

[ggukvnly]

Silent Walls║Chapter 1

The late afternoon sun dipped low behind the skyline of Seoul, spilling warm golden light across the pavement and casting long shadows from the apartment buildings lined up in organized, glassy perfection. Your taxi pulled up to a quiet, modern complex in the heart of Mapo District — a place buzzing with life but tucked far enough from the chaos to feel like its own little world.

You pressed your forehead lightly to the window as the car rolled to a stop, staring at the new place you were about to call home. Four floors, neat balconies, minimalist design. A small garden wrapped around the front, where a few azaleas still bloomed despite the approaching shift of seasons.

You exhaled a breath you hadn't realized you were holding.

"Here we are, miss," the driver said, hopping out to help you unload.

"Thank you," you replied, voice a little breathy as nerves and excitement tangled in your chest.

The crisp city air greeted you with the scent of freshly baked pastries from the café across the street, mixed with autumn's fading warmth. As you glanced up at the windows, a thrill ran down your spine. This wasn't just a new city. It wasn't just a job.

It was your new life.

Stepping inside, you took a slow turn around your new apartment. It was small but bright, a neat rectangle of clean white walls and warm wood floors. The kitchen sat to one side, compact but inviting — a window above the sink that caught the last golden light, where you imagined placing pots of fresh herbs someday. A tiny dining nook stood by the living room window, just enough for a small table and two chairs.

The bathroom was simple but clean, with soft cream tiles that made it feel warm instead of cold. And your bedroom — the smallest room — had a cozy window seat where you pictured yourself curled up with a book on rainy days.

You pressed your palm to the cool wood of the kitchen counter, feeling a sudden rush of comfort.

Busan had been your home for twenty-five years. The sea breeze that ruffled your hair, your mother's laugh in the kitchen as you baked together, the streets you walked every day — all memories now packed away, folded gently into your heart as you stepped into this fresh space.

Your phone buzzed softly.

Mom <3: Are you there? Did you eat?

You smiled, fingers sliding to your bag to reply.

You: Just moved in! The apartment's cozy. I'll eat soon, don't worry 💗

Mom <3: We're proud of you. Busan already feels a little emptier without you.

You blinked back a smile and let the warmth of her words settle around you.

⸻

You opened the first box — kitchenware, neatly wrapped in newspaper. You set out a few plates and a ceramic bowl your mother had given you, already imagining the smell of baking bread filling this space one day. Cooking was your passion, a language you and your mom spoke fluently together, a string tying you back to those quiet afternoons in your childhood home.

Next, you turned to your art supplies. A smaller box held your leather-bound journal, its cover worn soft from years of handling. You slid it gently onto the windowsill, where the light pooled, feeling a quiet pride swell in your chest.

Reaching deeper, your fingers brushed a small photo frame. You lifted it, blinking softly at the image inside — you and Jae, caught in a casual moment beneath a streetlamp, his smile easy, your laughter frozen in time. You remembered how those months had felt — gentle, kind, uncomplicated.

No heavy feelings. Just a simple, quiet memory.

You set the frame next to your journal, letting that piece of your past settle into this new chapter.

In another box, you found a small plush toy — a soft, threadbare bear your grandmother had given you years ago. You traced its worn stitches with your finger and set it carefully on your bed. A small comfort, a reminder of love stretching across the miles.

Hours passed without you noticing.

Night slipped quietly in while you unpacked the last of your essentials.

Finally, you stepped into the bathroom and let the warm water wash over you, shaking off the day's exhaustion. Standing before the mirror, you looked yourself over — your dark hair pulled back, soft eyes, a gentle determination shining in your reflection. You weren't a model or a star, but you were beautiful in your own way. And for the first time in a long while, you felt ready.

Back in your room, you slipped into a soft sweater and jeans. You unwrapped a small box your mom had sent — cookies and a note reminding you to eat well. The familiar sweetness was grounding, a small piece of home wrapped in every bite.

You finished your skincare, the routine soothing in its simplicity. Sitting on the edge of your bed, you gazed out the window at the city lights blinking softly in the dark.

Your things weren't fully unpacked. You still had a couple of boxes waiting for the moving service to deliver, but the essentials were in place. You had two days before your first day at Ethereal — a fresh start, a new life.

Now, you thought about greeting the neighbors. It would be polite to introduce yourself soon, but the night had already deepened around the city. Tomorrow would be better — you'd meet them then.

⸻

You took a deep breath, nervously adjusting the plastic container in your hands — homemade Busan-style eomuk-tang your mother had lovingly packed and shipped ahead, just so you'd have something warm to share. It was a small gesture of courtesy — greeting neighbors on your first day — but the hour had grown too late yesterday. Now, with sunlight pouring softly over the corridor and a clean, breezy Sunday mood hanging in the air, it felt just right.

You walked to the door on your right, the one with a tiny potted cactus sitting beside the shoe rack. With one more deep breath, you knocked.

The door opened moments later, revealing a woman with shoulder-length black hair curled at the ends, eyes shaped like half-moons, and a warm, curious smile. She wore a loose graphic t-shirt tucked into wide-leg jeans and held a half-eaten popsicle in one hand.

"Hi!" she blinked. "You must be the new neighbor."

You nodded, smiling. "Yeah! I just moved in yesterday. I brought this—some eomuk-tang. It's a Busan thing, kind of a peace offering."

"Ooh," her eyes widened. "I love Busan food. Thank you! Come in, come in."

You stepped inside. Her apartment felt like a mirror version of yours but somehow already lived-in. A record player spun quietly in the corner, mismatched cushions littered the couch, and sunlight streaked across stacks of design magazines on the table.

"I'm Nari, by the way."

"Nice to meet you, Nari. I'm Y/N."

"So what brings you to this crazy city?" she asked, handing you a bottle of peach soda from her fridge and plopping onto the couch.

You shrugged, grinning. "Got a job offer at a fashion company—Ethereal. I start Monday."

Nari's eyes lit up like she'd just heard you say you were secretly royalty. "No way. Shut up. I work there too!"

"Seriously?"

"Yep. I'm a senior designer."

"No way." You laughed, already feeling the ice melt between you.

"Welcome to the circus," she grinned. "Ethereal's chaotic but creative as hell. It's one of the fastest-growing indie fashion labels in Seoul — edgy, clean lines, but full of personality. You'll fit right in."

You exchanged numbers in between sips of soda, and somehow, the conversation just... flowed.

Nari, it turned out, had been living in Seoul for nearly seven years. Originally from Jeju, she'd moved here after college and had been at Ethereal for almost three years. You were surprised to learn that she wasn't much older — maybe just by a year or two — and yet she had the relaxed confidence of someone who knew the city like the back of her hand.

She told you which coffee shop had the best honeycomb lattes, which convenience store carried the good ramen, and how to avoid the morning rush on the metro. You couldn't remember the last time you felt this at ease with someone so quickly.

You paused between the laughs, setting your soda down on her coffee table. "So... what about the neighbor on the other side? 

Nari's eyes lit up with unmistakable mischief.

"Oh, him?"

⸻

After parting ways with Nari — cheeks sore from laughing and warmth blooming from the unexpected bond — you remembered one last neighborly duty.

As you stepped toward the next door, her words played back in your head:

"Oh, him?"

She had smirked, already unwrapping a chocolate bar. "Jeon Jungkook. He's a hot meal package."

You choked on your drink. "What?"

Architect. Does his own thing. Some crazy high-end firm downtown. Dead serious. Ridiculously hot. Like, bad-boy architect from a drama kind of hot. But..." she leaned in with a smirk, "he's kind of mysterious. Doesn't talk much. He moved in about seven months ago. I tried making small talk once, but he keeps it polite and distant."

You'd both laughed then, but now... now that laugh was starting to dry out in your throat.

Because here you were.

In front of the very door Nari had pointed at with that teasing look in her eyes.

With a container of warm Busan-style eomuk-tang in your hands and a polite smile you were trying to hold in place.

You knocked.

Once. Twice.

The lock clicked. The door opened.

And the world. Just. Tilted.

You'd seen attractive people before — Seoul was full of them.

But this man? 

Holy shit!

He was on a whole different plane of existence.

He stood tall, body built like a secret weapon. Broad shoulders that narrowed down to a trim, sculpted waist. His black t-shirt clung to every inch of him like it wanted to be there — stretched tight across his chest and abs, outlining muscle so sharp it looked unreal. Those abs? Rock-solid and defined beneath the fabric, like they'd been carved, not grown. Every breath he took made the shirt shift slightly, teasing the strength underneath.

His arms were a masterpiece of power and ink — veins tracing over taut skin, the muscle lean and purposeful. Not bulky, but strong in the way that made you wonder what it would feel like to be held. Tattoos curled around his arms in black and gray, an entire story etched into him in silence. The kind of art you'd want to trace with your fingertips — slowly.

His skin glowed with that signature honey-gold tone, smooth and warm, making everything he wore look expensive. His hair was a mess of dark waves, tousled like he'd just rolled out of bed — and somehow looked better for it. Effortless. Infuriating. Perfect.

And then there was his face — and God, his face. Jawline sharp enough to cut glass, cheekbones high and clean, lips full and plush, naturally parted just enough to make your mind go places it shouldn't. His nose was strong, perfectly sculpted — a little rough around the edges, just like him.

But his eyes. His eyes were a whole other danger. Deep, dark, heavy-lidded. 

They didn't just see you. They searched you. Quiet. Intense. Unreadable.

Jeon Jungkook wasn't just hot. He was devastating. The kind of beautiful that made your lungs forget how to work, and your brain forget every reason why you shouldn't be staring.

You forgot how to breathe.

This was not fair.

You'd come here to say hi, not to be annihilated by a jawline.

Still — somehow — you held up the container in your shaking hands and forced out a smile. "Hi. Um. Sorry to bother you. I just moved in next door and thought I'd say hello. I brought this—eomuk-tang. It's, um, a Busan thing."

His gaze didn't waver. He looked at the container, then back at you. His face stayed unreadable, as if he were running some internal calculation. Then, wordlessly, he reached out and took it from your hands.

"...Thanks," he said. Deep voice. Monotone. No warmth. Just... that low, husky register that hit somewhere behind your ribs.

You cleared your throat, suddenly all too aware of your own heartbeat.

"I'm Y/N. By the way."

He nodded once. "Jungkook."

Short. Cool. No follow-up. No "Nice to meet you," no "Welcome to the building." Just his name — a full stop in one word.

You awkwardly smiled. "Okay. Well... enjoy the soup. I'll, uh, let you get back to it."

He nodded again.

And just like that, he stepped back.

The door shut gently.

And you were left standing in the hallway, holding absolutely nothing except the haunting image of the most attractive man you'd ever seen.

You didn't even like black t-shirts.

But now you understood why Nari looked like she was always seconds away from sin when she talked about him.

Holy hell.

You exhaled slowly, turned back toward your apartment, and whispered to yourself:

"...Yeah. She wasn't kidding."

⸻

Jungkook rarely let himself unravel, but tonight was different. It was Saturday. No work the next day. No commitments. Just the chasm of memories he could no longer escape.

The music in the club was deafening, the bass thudding like a heartbeat on overdrive. People moved like shadows around him, laughing, drinking, flirting. And there he was—half-drunk, half-numb, all broken.

Taehyung had noticed the signs first, nudging Jimin with a knowing glance. Jungkook's hand hadn't left his glass since they got here. Drink after drink, like he was trying to drown something so deeply buried, even the alcohol would hesitate to touch it.

"You okay, man?" Taehyung leaned in, placing a hand on his shoulder.

Jungkook barely registered the touch. His eyes were distant, jaw clenched. "Yeah. Just needed this."

He didn't say why. He never did. But they knew.

Her laugh.

That laugh.

It rang in his ears like a ghost, soft and bright, nestled somewhere in the sheets of his memory. She was lying on her stomach, chin resting on her folded arms, bare shoulders peeking out from the duvet. Sunlight had painted her skin gold, and her eyes sparkled when she looked at him.

"So... five years from now, where do you see us?" she asked, playfully.

Jungkook chuckled, brushing a strand of hair from her cheek. "Here. Same bed. Same sunlight. Just... more wrinkles maybe."

She giggled. He leaned in, pressing a kiss to her lips—slow and tender. "And maybe a dog?" he added against her mouth. "You love dogs."

She kissed him like every second without him had been unbearable, like she was trying to pour every unspoken word into the space between their lips. He responded just as fiercely, his hands gentle but firm, anchoring her to him like she was the only thing that made sense in the chaos of the world. When she finally pulled back, breathless, her forehead resting against his, she whispered it like a vow.

"I love you so much, Kook. I can't even picture my life without you in it."

His eyes stayed on hers, unwavering, honest. He brought her hand up and kissed her knuckles, slow — one by one, like they were sacred.

"You mean more to me than anything. You're the love of my life."

Then he kissed her again — deeper, fiercer. Like she was a promise he'd never dare to break.

But that moment shattered like glass behind his eyes.

Back in the club, his throat burned—not from the liquor, but from the ache that swelled with that memory. He gripped the rim of his glass tighter, knuckles white.

More shots. More silence. More distance.

⸻

Taehyung and Jimin had to practically drag him back home. He didn't argue. He didn't speak. His eyes were hollow.

"Dude, sleep it off," Jimin muttered, helping him to his bed. "It's Sunday tomorrow. You'll be fine."

Jungkook didn't respond. He just stared at the ceiling, replaying the past over and over until his vision blurred and sleep dragged him under.

 Jungkook's POV

The sunlight slicing through the curtains wasn't gentle. It was harsh—too damn sharp—driving straight through my skull like a blade. I groaned, dragging the pillow over my face, but it didn't help. My head was splitting open.

"Damn it," I muttered, voice hoarse. I hated this. The weakness. The vulnerability. I never let myself fall this far unless something inside me had already cracked.

At least it was Sunday.

If it were Monday, I wouldn't have touched a single drop. I had rules. Boundaries. Last night crossed them.

I sat up, scrubbing a hand over my face, then through my hair. Everything ached. I forced my legs over the edge of the bed and pushed myself up, dragging my feet toward the bathroom.

Cold water. I needed cold water.

I splashed it over my face, again and again, until I could open my eyes without wincing. My reflection looked like shit—eyes heavy, jaw tense, expression blank.

I changed into my gym gear by noon. Black tank. Joggers. Didn't matter that my body felt like concrete—I needed to move. To train. That discipline ran deeper than the ache.

Always did.

The gym was quieter than usual. A few familiar faces. No one I cared to acknowledge. I didn't come here for that. I came to forget.

Every rep burned. Every second on the treadmill felt like punishment. I wanted it to hurt. Needed it. My muscles screamed, lungs tightened, sweat poured—but I didn't stop.

I couldn't stop.

Push harder. Breathe. Don't think. Forget.

When I finally walked out into the apartment , my body was wrecked—but my mind... quieter. Not better. Just silent. And silence was all I could ask for lately. I stripped the soaked clothes off and hit the shower. Let the water scald. Let it sting. Maybe it would burn the rest of her out of me.

It didn't.

It never did.

I got out, towel-dried just enough, and pulled on a black T-shirt & grey sweatpants .

And then—

Knock. Knock.

Once. Twice.

The lock clicked, and I opened it.

Standing there was a woman—probably the new neighbor the building manager had mentioned earlier. 

She froze the moment she saw me. That brief hesitation—eyes quickly scanning me up and down—was hardly unusual. Women did that all the time. I knew I was attractive; it wasn't something I ever denied. They noticed, they watched, they tried to get my attention. It happened constantly. So her reaction wasn't surprising.

Her hair was dark, falling softly around her face. She wore a simple, neat sweater—nothing flashy, but it suited her.

In that moment, I registered that she was attractive. Pretty, even. Maybe more so than most. But it was just a glance. Nothing more.

"Hi. Um. Sorry to bother you. I just moved in next door and thought I'd say hello. I brought this—eomuk-tang. It's, um, a Busan thing."

I took the container from her hands.

"...Thanks," I said, my voice low and flat.

She cleared her throat, clearly nervous.

"I'm Y/N. By the way."

I nodded once.

"Jungkook."

Short. Direct. No extra words.

She gave a small, awkward smile.

"Okay. Well... enjoy the soup. I'll, uh, let you get back to it."

I stepped back, closing the door gently behind her.

She left quietly, and I stood there for a moment before turning away.

I placed it on the kitchen counter.

My phone buzzed. Jimin.

You alive, man?

Another one popped up. Taehyung.

Come out. We're not taking no for an answer.

I stared at the screen for a second before typing back.

Fine.

The three of us ended up at the bowling alley down by the river. Our usual spot when things got too loud in our heads. Laughed more than I expected to. Let myself breathe a little. Not enough. But a little.

Later, a quiet restaurant. Taehyung wouldn't shut up about the waiter's hair. Jimin kept trying to steal my fries.

It felt normal. Almost.

Almost.

When I got home, it was late. Everything was still dark. Showered. Took my time with it. Let the heat work through the muscle tension.

Slipped into a clean shirt, padded barefoot into the kitchen. 

The container was still there. Untouched.

Forgotten.

Leaned back against the counter and stared at it for a second.

She looked nervous. Earlier, at the door. Not in a bad way — more like... caught off guard.

Eyes had flicked over me, like she hadn't meant to.

Not unusual.

That part never is.

Women always look. Always try. I'm used to it. Used to the attention.

She was attractive, though. No doubt about that.  Pretty eyes. Long hair — dark, soft-looking. Clothes casual but clean.

She didn't try too hard. Didn't need to.

I sighed, pulled the lid off the container, and stared at the steam. Work tomorrow. Big client pitch. Should sleep.

But my brain wasn't letting me.

Sometimes, when the noise dies down and everything goes still, I hear them again.

Jimin's quiet voice, careful like he's afraid I'll break. Taehyung's not-so-subtle sighs, full of words he's tired of repeating. They never say it directly anymore, but I know. They're worried. They've been worried. Told me I should try. Let someone new in. That maybe, just maybe, it'd help loosen the grip she still has on me. I listened. Once. Met someone. Tried to let them past the wall.

It didn't work.

It felt like pretending to breathe underwater—foreign, wrong. She wasn't her. And no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't force the pull that never came. So I stopped trying. They still hope. But I know better. 

Slid down into the barstool by the counter, chopsticks in hand. Might as well eat. Didn't want to waste it.

The soup was... warm. Savory.

Tasted like effort.

Didn't know what that meant exactly. But it tasted like effort.

[gracie-eilish]

❤️💋🌸💒💐🥂💛⭐️🌻👒🌿💚🦋🩵💍🦢🤍

the sun trickling through the sheer curtains work you softly, twinkling right over your closed eyes. you scrunched your nose and blinked your eyes open, before finally stirring awake.

you smiled at the sight before you. suit pieces, a long white gown, a few party outfits, shoes, lingerie… all strewn about the room. some carefully laid to be preserved, others thrown off of bodies out of pure love.

you then looked down to your left hand, resting on billie’s bare chest between her breasts. the sliver of sunlight caught the diamond on your finger. making little sparkles and rainbows on her skin. you moved it around, watching the tiny rainbows dance around her sleeping face.

after a moment, you carefully snuck out of bed, slipped on a robe, and went to the balcony doors. without a creak you opened one, overlooking the ocean. you allowed yourself to breathe in the salty air, taking in the quiet of the morning. before other hotel guests had woken up, before the pool was full of kids with their families, before the courtyard just to the left of the pool was full of your family and bridal party for breakfast.

you shut the screen doors, leaving the glass doors open to let the breeze waft over the room, bringing in some more sunlight. you carefully stepped over clothes and shoes in your path, before slipping back into bed, into billie’s side.

you hated having to wake her, wanting her to sleep as long as she wished; your sleeping beauty. but you did have many a grandma or aunt who would grumble to your mothers about your late presence at your own wedding brunch. so soft kisses all over her precious face it was.

���my angel,” you whispered between kisses. “angel, it’s time to wake up.”

you were kissing softly on her neck when you felt her finally stir, wrapping her arms around your waist. you sat up a bit, straddling your hips, letting the silk robe slip off your shoulders and pool around your waist and elbows. her perfect blue eyes fluttered at the sight of your bare body so delicately perched on her own.

“can you wake me up like this everyday, my darling wife?” her eyes were droopy, brows almost furrowed, in complete awe at the angel in front of her; her perfect bride.

“what ever my perfect wife wants.” you leaned down to kiss her cheek, pulling back to smile at each other.

“hi wifey,” you whispered, huge smile on your face.

“hello my wife,” she replied, her smile only growing more and more. she lifted her hand to cup your cheek, her thumb moving softly against your skin. she pulled you down for a blissful kiss. there was no lust or hunger behind it, but you both couldn’t help but moan at the feeling.

the feeling of pure bliss; romance, love, adoration, did i mention love?

“i don’t wanna get up,” billie murmured through a smile onto your lips. “just wanna stay here, in this bed, with your wedding dress on the floor next to me, like… literally forever.”

you giggled, pecking her lips a few more times.

“we can come right back here after breakfast i promise–” she cut you off.

“can you be naked again though?” she practically whined teasingly, making you laugh out loud.

“whatever you want baby,” you kissed her cheek with a theatrical mwah! “but we do have to get up and be somewhat presentable, my moms aunt will have a field day if we’re not on time.”

billie grumbled, rolling her eyes playfully. “i don’t understand why relatives complain when the couple is like… late the next morning. isn’t the whole point of your wedding night to bang the whole time?”

“billie!!”

“am i wrong?!”

“no technically not, but it sounds less romantic when you say it like that,” your giggles and growing smile made billie’s insides melt.

“whateverrrr you wanna call it.”

“whateverrrr you wanna call it, it still ends with breakfast downstairs so let’s go horny girl.” she rolled her eyes with a smile, following you out of bed.

you knew your wedding reception would be a party, so you told everyone who was coming to breakfast to be comfy. come in your jammies or something comfy and casual. you and billie had matching soft white pj sets, with mrs. embroidered on the left chest. since you two were drowning in makeup and hairspray yesterday, you helped each other with some skincare, and making your hair look clean and presentable.

you both slipped on your slippers, grabbing the bare essentials and headed downstairs, not without a kiss.. or four in the elevator down.

the little courtyard wasn’t overly decorated, just made up nice, some pretty florals the hotel gave as a gift, a sign outside the door saying congratulations in swirly letters.

as you walked in hand in hand, your families all perked up, some small applause and cheers, nothing massive, just enough to say “oh yay!! the happy couples here!”

eventually you two made your way to a little loveseat tucked in the corner of the courtyard, with a perfect view of the ocean. you both nibbled on fruit, and cinnamon buns with a vegan icing, all of your favorites.

you were surrounded by your family once again, but you two still felt like you were in your own world. your head on billie’s shoulder, her arm on the back of the seat behind your shoulders.

you people watched, your families mingling together becoming one big family, seeing hotel guests start to come down to the pool across the way, kids running in with moms chasing behind with sunscreen in their hands, hotel workers watering plants and keeping up the landscape… watching seagulls roam around on the sidewalks hoping for a snack.

a kiss to your temple from billie interrupted your people watching daze. you picked your head up to meet her gaze, smiling.

“love you,” she mumbled, a piece of cinnamon bun still in her cheeks.

“love you more,” you replied.

“i love you–”

“don’t talk with your mouth full billie,” maggie lovingly scolded as she walked by; always a mother. billie closed her mouth, her cheeks turning red sheepishly.

“aHA! i DO love you the most!!” you did a little victory dance in your seat. billie just smudged a dollop of icing on your nose, smiling away at her darling wife; you.

❤️💋🌸💒💐🥂💛⭐️🌻👒🌿💚🦋🩵💍🦢🤍

an: i’m sorry i’m only writing blurbs lately!! i’ve been so busy at work, bc we have a major event coming up in july that we have to set up for now, i’m also now in charge of organization for shipment/backstock, AND the ceo of our stores is coming for a visit this week😀 all i have to say is thank GODDDDD i have a long weekend off at the beach this coming weekend🥹😭 two more days of work and then gracie can relax😌 (and have a fat fucking margarita🤪)

so ig this is also my informal way of saying, i’m sorry if the fics are sparse over the next few weeks!! i’ll be getting used to a new position at work and helping with this event we have, so i’ll be busy. so pls just bear with me, and the fics will return to normal soon🥹 love u all so so so so so freaking much🩷✨

[girlokwhatever]

can we get a Paige x reader where Paige is like coming to terms with being gay or like coming out pleasee 🙌

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡awakening,,

paige bueckers x fem!reader

paige vividly remembers the day she realized you were her gay awakening.

the two of you met in a human development class. you came in late on the first day and sat down right next to her, some of your hair sprawled right onto her computer. you immediately apologized, pulling your hair into a bun and sending her a soft smile. obviously it wasn’t a big deal and she told you that, helping to ease your nerves.

you thought she was pretty, hair also pulled back in a bun and sat comfortably in a sweatsuit. she smiled at you with such reassurance it melted you, maybe she knew how nervous you were.

you and paige quickly became close. you worked on assignments together, went out to lunch after class, and she even introduced you to all her basketball friends. you also introduced her to yours, hiding your blush when your friends sent you suggestive glances. but it wasn’t like that, paige was just your friend. you didn’t even think she was gay. whenever the two of you talked about your past relationships, she only ever talked about guys.

it was your first year at uconn, so you were definitely trying to just navigate your way around your first year. you also really missed your parents. when paige got her injury during a game and couldn’t play anymore, you saw how much it affected her. you remembered telling her all about your family and she said they sound super fun to be around, so you asked her if she wanted to go back home with you.

she said yes.

everyone loved her, to say the least. she felt so welcomed in your home. your mom even made her a ‘get well soon’ cake. your younger siblings clung to her, asking to play basketball and video games.

paige really loved your family.

you carried her bag to your room and told her that you’ll have to share a room since there’s no other space. you even offered to pile up blankets on the floor and sleep on that, but she refused to let you do that. i mean, it wasn’t really a big deal. you’ve shared a bed before.

you both took your respective sides of the bed, but paige’s heart was pounding for some reason and she couldn’t stop thinking about you. your scent was everywhere, permeating her senses and making her mind all fuzzy.

that’s when it happened. that’s when she realized she was so in love with you. so enamored by you that she hadn’t thought about anyone else since she met you. but she quickly pushed those thoughts back down. she knew you didn’t like her. there was this guy back at school that you’d been talking about and things seemed to be going pretty well. so instead of talking you to sleep and leaning into your warmth, paige turned her back to you and faced the cold-front.

after you guys got back to school things felt different.

you were going to one of the team’s games wearing a nika mühl shirt since paige couldn’t really play at the moment. when she saw, she insisted you change to her jersey. you said no because nika was also your friend, but she really kept pushing it.

“this is stupid.” she heard you mutter it under your breath, probably hoping she wouldn’t hear. you ended up not changing, and paige gave you the silent treatment. she started to regret introducing you to her friends, she only wanted to you care about her.

another incident happened when paige met the guy you’d been talking to, jeremy.

he was hanging out at your dorm with you watching a movie. Godzilla or something. it was alright, but you couldn’t really say you were having fun. he was really nice and funny, but he wasn’t really what you were looking for. maybe he’d be more fitting as a friend.

paige, not knowing you were hanging out with him, walked straight into your dorm blabbing about how she bought you snacks for your movie night. the same movie night she said to cancel because she couldn’t make it.

“these were the last two bags they had and i got so freaking excited-“ she’s looking up at you, letting her jaw fall before she quickly catches it. she didn’t know he’d be here with his arm draped around you. she didn’t even know you two were still talking.

paige had been telling herself that she didn’t like you ever since that night at your house. she’s not into you and definitely not gay. but now, in this moment, she feels that mask slipping away and being taken over by hurt and anger. you must’ve been glad she canceled plans so that you could hang out with your boy toy.

“paige.. this is, um. this is jeremy. jere, this is paige.”

jere. she’s mentally rolling her eyes but putting a smile on her face. you’re walking towards her in the kitchen but when she notices him following behind you all she can think about is stepping back and far away from this situation.

“hey, nice to meet you.” he’s holding his hand out for paige to shake, and she does. all while feigning her perfect smile. you see right past her though.

“nice to meet you too jimmy.”

“jeremy.”

“oh, yeah, my bad, jeremy.”

she catches you glaring at her and begins to feel a little bad, but this guy doesn’t deserve your attention and your time. she knows you’re too good for him. she’s really just looking out for you, being your best friend. because that’s what you two are. best friends.

“well jeremy-“

“is it ok if i just, steal her away for awhile? really important stuff i gotta tell her.”

a flood of relief washes over you because he’s nodding and kissing your cheek as he walks out the door. you wipe his kiss away and take a seat on one of the stools against the counter. you can’t believe the audacity on paige, but you’re silently thanking her for getting rid of him.

“what’s going on? what’s so important that you have to tell me right now?”

“oh, that was just an excuse to get him out.”

“what?!”

“well i could tell you didn’t want him here so..” she didn’t actually know if that was true, but she wanted him gone. and now he is. the grin on her face angers you, even though she’s right. how smug shes being about it rubs you the wrong way and you’re almost embarrassed because she’s right—you didn’t want him here.

“aw thanks paigey. i really wanted you to kick out my date.”

paige wants to scream in your face about how much she likes—no, loves you. she refrains though. she knows you don’t feel the same and doesn’t want to lose your friendship. the friendship that has held her together when all she felt like doing was falling apart.

she goes on the defensive because she doesn’t like your tone or the fake smile you’re giving her. she just wants to lay down with you and catch up on life, maybe ask why you didn’t tell her about him. but as soon as she starts talking, she regrets it.

“sorry i was trying to be a good friend. sorry as soon as i said i couldn’t make it you decided to have your fuck buddy over to take my place.”

“are you being serious? you canceled on me! and by the way, he’s not my fuck buddy.”

“then what is he? your boyfriend?”

you don’t really know what to say because she has a point, he’s not your boyfriend. in your heart, he’s nothing to you romantically, but you don’t want to give her a satisfaction of being right.

“i don’t know, maybe! he fucks me like he loves me.”

you’re walking away from her and into your room, searching for your pajamas. you switch your clothes out and you hear her footsteps tracing yours.

she stands there watching you change, feeling her whole body light up. what does that even mean, he fucks you like he loves you?

it’s when her stomach sinks that she knows you’re all she cares about, and she’s not afraid to admit it anymore. she’s never felt this type of jealously before. she’s never been in love like this before either. with a girl. is this what it’s like?

“what does that mean?”

you grow hot under her gaze, wondering why it’s bothering you now that you’re half naked in front of her when it’s never bothered you before. she’s got this solemn expression on her face and it feels like she trying to look into your brain.

“what does it matter to you?”

you realize you didn’t like jeremy because you really just wanted paige. it hurts that you’ll never have her and you’ll just have to find someone else, hoping they can make you feel a fraction of the way she makes you feel. you realize with paige that even if you’re arguing, you’ll always be happy to see her. to feel her presence in any room. she’s always saying the stupidest things and making you smile.

paige fears the same thing. is she going to have to settle for someone else that isn’t you? all because it took her so long to be ok with who she is and how you make her feel. even now, your anger all directed towards her, she admires and loves you. you’re so beautiful and genuine. she remembers when you two went out last month, probably the last time you hung out without arguing, and you had the biggest smile on your face. she realizes now all this is because of her. she argues with you and pushes you away because she’s too drawn to you. if she keeps you close, she can’t stay away.

“because.”

“because? because what, paige?”

“because i really love you.” she pauses, trying to find the wording so she doesn’t fuck this up. you’re staring at her, wide eyes, and you think deep down maybe it’s as more than friends.

“i really love you. more than anyone else i think. more than i’ve ever loved a girl, or a guy. i love you in the type of way where i can’t stay away from you and i have this weird feeling whenever i see you. like butterflies. i love you in the typa way where i want to hold you and kiss you, and spend all of my time with you cause when you’re not around all i do is think about you. even when you’re around, i can’t think about anything else. i.. yeah. i know that i love you.”

“paige..”

“and i hate that you like that guy. jimmy or whatever. i hate him because you like him. i wish i could be him, i wish you felt that way about me and not him. i’ve never liked a girl before, especially not fallen in love with one, but you changed that for me. when you flung your hair all over my damn computer the first time we met, even then i had it out for you, just didn’t know it yet.”

her word vomit concludes and you’re both shocked. she’s shocked she admitted it and you’re shocked she feels that way. about you, of all people. you wish you had recorded it so you can listen to it on repeat forever.

as soon as you open your mouth to speak, she closing her eyes and leaning her head back against the door frame. she didn’t really think about the repercussions too hard and now she has to prepare herself for the rejection.

“paige, i love you too. as more than a friend. i never actually slept with jeremy because i just wanted you. i never said anything about it because i thought you weren’t into girls and-“

she’s got you wrapped around her, clinging to you and she’s kissing you with so much need it might consume her. your lips are soft and moving against hers so perfectly she thinks it might be a dream. she’ll wake up and realize none of it was real. because that’s what you are to her, a dream.

you pull away and look at her, foreheads pressed together. she’s looking at you too, a stupid smile on her face like she’s just won the lottery. in her own special way, she has.

“love you so much, you have no idea.”

she’s pulling you back into a kiss, cupping your face with gentle hands and pulling you impossibly closer. in this moment, you feel heaven’s eternal sun shine on you and paige, melting your souls together and making you feel all warm and bubbly.

“so, i’m gonna do this better later i promise, but will you be my girlfriend?”

“yeah, yes, i will.”

she’s kissing you again and now she’s certain it’s real. she feels you holding her and knows it’s real. she curses herself for not just admitting how she felt sooner, but it ended up with her here in your embrace, so how bad could it really be?

✮ ⋆ ˚｡𖦹 ⋆｡°✩୧⋆｡🕯. -ʚɞ‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊

HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOYED THIS!!

living for these requests atm

also i hope you guys listened to the song, it’s so gay awakening core

[blueberrykizz]

Let me be Selfish (part 2)

Bob Reynold x fem! Reader

Part 1

Summary: After years of being apart and moving to Manhattan, New York City from Sarasota Springs, Florida and in a new relationship, you see a familiar face on the news.

Notes: Since we don't really know how old Bob is supposed to be l'm gonna say in this story he's like 28 and reader is like 26-27 just she's only a little bit younger then him but she's out of college and a teacher for second grade.

Warnings: cheating sort of? (Not on Bob), Arguing (not with bob), toxic relationship (again not with Bob), swearing, brings up teen pregnancy (in a small part of a conversation), Bob talks about his drug use,

!THIS IS NOT PROOF READ! So I'm sorry if it's shit

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I gently pulled away as I looked down and sighed “Bob, I-I should go.” I said as I grabbed my coffee before I felt Bobs hand grab my wrist. As he looked up at me with pleading eyes.

“(Reader) please….j-just stay for a moment.” Bobs eyes were looking up at me as I looked at him for a moment before nodding my head.

I sat back down a little further from Bob as he let go of my wrist before he sighed and rubbed his eyes, as he looked ashamed, “I was stupid, okay? I didn’t want to leave you but, (reader) y-you knew what you wanted in life. Graduate high school, go for college for early children’s education…get married, have a family.” I looked up at Bob as he sounded like he was going to cry

“Bob…we were teenagers, the whole marriage and family thing was way down in the future for me back then.” I sigh as Bob nods his head

“Ya but you talked about it, and it scared the shit out of me, I dropped out of high school and I was smoking, and you were….God you were on the road to success, and I remember your parents getting on me about how I was holding you back, and if I made us teen parents, they’d kill me.” He laughed softly as I looked up at him

I laugh a little in response as Bob continues “I was sacred that because of me…you would never get out of Sarasota springs, like you wanted. And I was starting to get addicted to drugs and meth. I remember at your graduation I was out of it, I regret that so much now.” Bob nearly cried as I looked down

I tap my cup as I sighed “Ya…because we got in an argument, I was so pissed off.” I sigh as Bob nods his head, “That was when you told me it was either weed or you. That was before you found out I was also doing meth and all that” Bob said ashamed

I felt my eyes water “And y-you picked drugs…I remember because it was after the graduation at the graduation party and I couldn’t find you anywhere until I went to the front to see you buying from someone still high.” I sniffed as Bob looked up at me,

“If I could take it all back I would, I hated myself…still do because of that moment. I hated myself so much, after it happened I went home packed a bag a left” Bob eyes were watery as I looked down.

“I went to your house the next day…snuck in through your window. Your mom was home and she had just called my parents to see if you were at my place, she was worried and was asking all the neighbors where you were. I thought maybe you were just ignoring her and was in your room like you always did, but when I got there….and didn’t see you I cried, saw you left you room in a mess like you were in a hurry, the pictures you had of us on your wall on the ground and the pictures frame of me and you from the beach broken on the floor.” I felt a tear run down my face

“I remember laying in your bed because I missed you, took one of your shirts because it smelled like you…then I put all those pictures back into your memory box, i kept the picture that was in the frame. I still have the picture and your shirt.” I laugh softly as I wipe my face as Bob looked at me with wide eyes.

We sat there in silence Bob looked at me as I looked around the park seeing family’s playing, friends laughing, couples chatting. I didn’t say anything as a tear feel down my face and before I could wipe it away I felt another hand wipe it.

I looked back at Bob as he smiled gently at me, “I’m sorry for how I was when I was younger, I was stupid and dumb. I would understand if you actually hated me.” He spoke softly and embarrassed

I shake my head before gently scooting closer to him before resting my head on his shoulder, “I could never hate you Bob…I loved you to much to ever hate you even years later.” I sighed

I felt Bob become tense before I took his hand making small circles with my thumb just like I did when we were younger, Bob soon relaxed before thinking he kissed my head, “I still really want to be selfish.” He said quietly as if a whisper to himself

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We sat like that for hours, people watching in that park together spoke softly to each other about random things, it was nice and gentle. I wish it lasted longer.

Bob had gotten a call and told me he had to head back as I nodded my head telling I should probably head back home as well to finish up grading homework from my students.

When leaving the park Bob was going one way and I was going the other way, we looked at each other not saying much as Bob held my hand still he looked at me with softness as I stared up at him, almost as if we didn’t have to talk to understand each other.

A moment passed before I finally took breath “I-I should get going.” I said softly as bob nods still hesitant to let me go, as if he was scared that if he let go he’ll lose me. But soon he finally let go tucked his hand in his pocket and said his goodbye when he was about to turn away I acted without thinking and kissed his cheek before pulling away seeing the lipgloss it left behind

“Get home safe Bob, text me.” I looked up at him with a smile before turning around and heading home, I looked back for a moment expecting Bob to be gone but he was still standing in that spot looking at me.

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On my walk home I had much to think about, how I felt about Bob, what I should do about Nick. It was a lot.

When I finally got to my apartment and closed the door I walked into the kitchen to get some water where I found Nick making pasta, “Hey hon, thought I make dinner tonight.” Nick said happily before going to kiss my cheek.

I hum in response as I drinked my water before telling him I was going to grade.

Nick didn’t say anything for a moment, before I turning to me, “I don’t like you working at home, in fact I don’t understand why you work? (Reader) I make more than enough for the both of us.” Nick said as I rolled my eyes as Nick went on and on like he always did when I worked at home.

I finally cut him off “Well we’re not married, nor live together so…gotta pay my rent somehow Nick.” I said slightly annoyed as I sat down and began grading as Nick let out a sigh “Well we could get married.”

I froze for a moment “What?” I said as Nick chucked softly “I’m just saying it would make perfect sense, and you won’t have to work anymore, rely on me. Of course when we get married…you’ll have to stop being friends with certain people I don’t like…they’re just bad examples and people I already don’t like you being around.”

Nick spoke so casually about wanting to basically control my life like he wasn’t already. Nick came over with the food and he gave me my plate before sitting across from me.

“Nick I enjoyed my job, and I enjoy being with my friends.” I say softly not in the mood to argue with Nick. As he sighs “You don’t know what you’ll enjoy or like in a couple of years, and I just want what’s best for you, that’s all I want for you. I mean why take care of other people’s kids when we could have our own one day for you to take care of.” Nick said as he took a bit of his food

An image instantly came to mind of me having nicks kids and I instantly felt sick and lost my appetite,

“Well what if I don’t want that?” I looked up at Nick as he rolled his eyes “Well then (reader) you’re just being selfish.” I could tell Nick was getting a little bit annoyed with me since I didn’t immediately obliged

I sigh “Then I’m selfish, because I don’t see myself ever wanting that life…with you.” I mumble the last part

Nick bit the inside of his cheek as he shook his head “You’re being ridiculous, (reader) I just want what’s best for us, and I don’t really appreciate this conversation after I let you go out with a friend almost all day.” Nick was irritated as I looked at him in shock,

“Let me? Nick I’m a grown woman. I can do whatever I damn please and be around whoever I want.” I raised my voice was irritated as I looked up at Nick.

He was about to say something before my phone buzzed, and before I could reach it Nick instantly picked it up to read the text.

New message

Bobby: “I just got back home, wanted to tell you I thought about you and our conversation on my way back, I miss being around you. Anyways hope you take my advice have a good night sweet dreams.”

Nick read the text out loud before slamming my phone down “What the fuck!” Nick raised his voice “You told me you were going out with some friends, and instead you went out with…who the hell is this guy?!” Nick clenched his hand around my phone as I sighed

“He’s an old friend, and I didn’t tell you it was a guy because this is how you’ll react.” I dropped my fork looking at Nick

He shook his head “Damn right, and what was this conversation and advice, huh?! The guy probably wants to get your pants, with the whole ‘I miss being around you’ and ‘sweet dreams’ bullshit.”

I sighed “I don’t want to argue okay? Can we just leave it?” I spoke softly hoping that it would calm Nick down

But instead he got up threw my phone back at me got his coat and keys “I need to get a drink, after finding out my girlfriend is just a liar and a whore!” Nick yelled at me before leaving and slamming the door

I sat there in silence not knowing what to do tears ran down my face, my phone buzzed again it was from Bob, it was a yellow heart emoji, I laughed to myself a little.

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Two days went by and Nick never came back, I didn’t expect him to. I already had a plan in my head if he ever did, I would break up with him.

I had packed his stuff already in a couple of boxes, just a few clothes he left and his bathroom supplies, along with some decor he insisted I put up even though it didn’t match at all.

I was currently at my school in my classroom, my students were at lunch, I was planning my next weeks lesson when I heard a knock on the classroom door, expecting one of mu students I didn’t fully looked up “What do you need sweetie.” I said before looking up to see Bob.

“Bob! Oh, sorry I thought you were one of the students.” I instantly stood up and fixed my skirt that went to my feet. As he smiled down at me, “Hey…I was in the area…I remember you told me the school you worked at, thought I’d come by say hi and you texted me earlier saying you had forgotten your lunch so….I bring gifts.” Bob lifted the togo bag with a shy smile

I invited Bob in as I got one of the kids seats for him to sit with me and my desk as he brought out the subs I caught a glimpse of the receipt ‘Delmar’s’ I looked up at Bob “You didn’t. Bob you went to Queens just for the subs.” I laughed gently as Bob shrugged as his cheeks went pink

“I thought I hid it well with a different bag, but you told this was the best deli place ever….thought I would bring you something you actually enjoy.” Bob smiled as I looked up at him

He handed me the sub as I laughed softly to myself “You got my order right.” I said as I unwrapped the food as Bob looked at me

“I just got it like you use to back in high school. The guy gave me a hard time started going of on me in Spanish some guy had to help translate what he said to me guess the owner knew him, his name was Peter or something, but I explained that the order was for you and the man instantly stoped and made the order.” Bob shrugged as I laughed

“Mr. Delmar, good man I helped him raise money for a new shop after his last one caught on fire, he has a cute cat too.” I smiled before taking a bit of my sub as it instantly hit the spot

Bob chuckled softly at my reaction before he took a bite of his own and looked at me with wide eyes “This is amazing.” I nod my head as we ate in silence before I went to my desk drawer and got a small bag of chips as we ate.

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Bob stayed for a while as he looked around my classroom and saw all the pictures the kids drew nearly half of them was the new Avenger’s most didn’t have Bob only a couple and that was because the kids would copy the pictures from the news.

Bob listened to me talk about my students and how much I had to use his friends as a way to connect with my students to have them listen. I told him about my lessons plans and everything I would think he would find boring but instead he gave me his full attention and helped me come up with new ideas for crafts to make with the kids.

We talked for what felt like eternity as he told me all about the Avengers and how Bucky was in someway the mom of the group and always had to make sure Walker was behaving himself, and how at dinner Yelena would have her guinea pig eat at the table with them so if it ever got silent you would just hear her guinea pig munching on it food.

We laughed over so many things is was nice and comfortable. But when the silence hit, me and Bob just looked at each other enjoying each other company in silence.

We didn’t talk as Bob ate some chips as I finished some emails. Bob didn’t interrupt he sat patiently waiting for me to finish, he went on his phone for a moment before laying it on the desk and continued to look around my classroom and got a close look at the kids drawing some being about the kids family’s, their friends, the avengers, and me. He smiled at the drawings as he looked over them,

I sent the email before I got up to stand next Bob as he looked around, we stood in silence before he spoke up, “You’re students seem to love you.” I smile at his words as I looked up at him, “ya some of kids parents actually appreciate how much I do for the students.” I smile as Bob nods his head before looking down at me

He was about to say something when the bell rang indicating lunch was over, I sighed before grabbing my eyes to the classroom “Well I have to go get my student…I’m happy you came over Bob.” I say as Bob nods his head before going to wrap up his leftover sub and walk out with me

“Of course, couldn’t have you go hungry, you’re educating the brains of our future.” He smiled and chuckled a little as I playfully rolled my eyes as we walked out, “Well I should go get them…text me when you get home, be safe.” I wave at Bob as he nods giving me a small wave before turning to leave to the front office.

As I walked the other way I had an idea, I turned around to face Bob who was already looking at me before I gave him a smile “Hey Bob? Is there a chance…I don’t know…but if the team, the avengers could…could come to school and meet the kids? I’m sure the kids here would be thrilled.” I smiled as Bob looked hesitant before nods “I-I’ll talk to them about it.” He gave me a smile as nod “Thank you, I would appreciate it, just let me know.” I smile before giving him a wave as he turned around to leave as I turned back towards the playground.

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When the school day ended and my students were all picked up, I finally checked my phone as Bob texted me a while ago telling me he was back at the tower before sending me a picture of Yelena and her guinea pig eating together at the table.

I laughed to myself as I texted him back

(Reader): Omg you weren’t lying lmao that’s so cute.

I smiled to myself as I sent the message before getting up with my coffee mug to head to the teachers lounge to get a refill as I saw some of coworkers in there chatting.

I quietly went to the corner where the coffee maker was before the lounge went quiet as they looked at me. Before my colleague Jason and Sarah spoke up, “Someone had a surprise guest come by for lunch who just so happens to be part of the new avengers.” They smiled as I rolled my eyes at the

“He’s my friend and Bob is not part of the new avengers…he just lives with them…and is their when they have press talks in the background.” I say as I add sugar to my coffee

As Jason leaned against the counter next to me “Ya sure. Anyways dose Nick know?” Jason wanted to know all drama and details as Sarah liked to stay silent and listen,

I shake my head before I whisper to them, “Well me and Nick… aren’t really on speaking terms right now, and I could honestly care less if it bothers him or not.” I smile as Jason and Sarah looked at each other with wide eyes as I smile at them with a shrug before leaning against the counter sipping my coffee

Jason shakes his head “Oh naughty, naughty.” He laughed as I smiled at me as Sarah looked at me “So are you and Nick…over?” She asked as I sighed “Well we will be, once he gets over this stupid tantrum of his, I’ll tell him I’m over it, I already have his stuff packed.” Sarah looked at Jason then at me

“I’m just so done with his bullshit.” I sigh as Sarah nods with Jason, they were one of my few friends that actually said I should leave Nick.

They gave me a soft smile as Sarah pat my back “Well we’re on side with this, I mean from what you’ve told me and Jason, Nick seems like a selfish dick.” Jason nods in agreement with her as I gave them both a soft smile and thank you before fixing my hair “Well I should finish up grading my kid’s math assignment.” I smile before leave the teacher lounge.

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When I finally got home I put my bag and leftover sub on the kitchen table beside immediately going to my bedroom and flopping on the bed, kicking off my shoes before I texted Bob I was back home.

I laid on my bed staring up at the ceiling as I let out a sigh before my phone buzzed with Bob sending a thumbs up and yellow heart emoji before he sent a text.

Bobby: “Glad to know, get some rest and enjoy the rest of your leftovers sub, i already ate mine ten out of ten going again.”

I smiled at his text before resting my phone on my chest. I smiled to myself I felt like a teenager girl again crushing on a boy who just texted her.

“God damn it Bob.” I say before I rest my head on my pillow and eventually close my eyes.

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A/n: okay Bob is such a cutie also did y’all get my reference heh, I know I’m amazing. Anyways Taylor swift definitely came to mind when writing about Bob and reader when they were in high school. Also next chapter wouldn’t come out right away I’m still writing here and there into it, and because it’s my finals week I’m not gonna post a new chapter to the series this week, okay much love byeee!!!

[wlwsoccerfics]

An unexpected Diagnosis(BethMeadXVivMiedemaXTeenReader)

A/N: Viv is back at Arsenal again for this.

Warning: Reader has Diabetes Type 1

Summary: your moms find you unconcious and nothing will ever be the same.

Your moms were waiting by the front door at 8:25am. You Guys had to leave for practice but you appearently forgot about the time.

"liefje! We have to leave!" Your Mama Viv yelled upstairs.

"she is probably on her Phone again, texting Thea." Your Mom Beth stated. Thea was Kerstins & Ruths daughter and your girlfriend.

"let me Go and check on her." Your Mama said. Walking upstairs. Seeing your door was Open and you were lying on the floor. Unconcious. She ran over to you. Trying to wake you up.

"liefje, sweet Girl please wake up!" She yelled out. "Beth call an ambulance! Our daughter is unconcious!" Your Mama yelled out. Your Mom was already on her way to your room as soon as she heard your Mama yell.

"oh my god!" She stated, quickly calling an ambulance, explaining what had happened. "No i am sure she didn't take anything!" Your Mom replied to the question.

"Can you please hurry?!" Your Mama yelled from her Position next to you. She didn't want them to waste any time.

Five minutes later you were loaded into an ambulance. Your Mama went in the ambulance with you while your Mom took the Car, calling your aunt steffy to let her know what was going on. She also called Renée to excuse the three of you for missing practice. Renée was more worried about you not being okay then anything else.

You were checked over and they were running tests. Finding out what had happened. Your moms sat with you while the doctor told you and them what was going on.

"you have type one diabetes. but i can promise you that we can show you how to manage this. You have to stay for a few days! So we can show you what to do. And we gonna also explain things to your moms so the two of them know how to help you." The doctor explained. You Mama and your Mom both stand by your bed. Each holding a Hand of yours. Which was really helpful. Cause this was alot to stomach.

An hour later your Mama was outside to call Renée to let her know what was going on. Your Mom sat on the bed next to you, so you cuddled into her.

"i still have to tell Thea!" You told your Mom.

"she is gonna be there for you. I know that cause the two of you look at one another like i look at your Mama and Vice versa." Your Mom stated. Kissing your head gently. You smiled a little. Looking really tired. So you cuddled up to your Mom as much as possible.

As soon as you told Thea she made her moms Drive down to London from Manchester to see you. Walking into the room with them. Handing you a stuffed elephant cause they were your favorite animal. The elephant was pink cause that was your favorite color.

"Hoi schatje, hoe gaat het met je?" Thea wanted to know. ( hey beautiful. how are you? )

"Ik ben oké, engel." You replied. Kissing her cheek. ( i am okay, angel. )

"this one here was really concerend. We were as well. But Thea was a mess. She loves you so much. It's cute!" Ruth answered and looked at you. Pointing to her daughter. You smiled when she blushed.

"i love her as well! With all of my heart!" You admitted.

"you two are cute!" Kerstin said and smiled.

"the cutest!" Your Mom replied.

"truely." Your Mama agreed.

Thea and her moms stayed for a few hours before driving back to Manchester. You had to stay at the hospital for a week and someone from the Team always was there to visit you. On your last day at the hospital your aunt Steph came with your Mom to pick you up, because your Mama had a physio appointment.

"are you excited to go home, finally?" She asked and you smiled at her.

"really excited. and i am even more excited to get back on the field and to See Myle of course." You answered.

"well Myle is waiting for you at home." Your Mom replied and kissed the top of your head.

"let's go home then!" You told them in excitement. Steph chuckled softly and grabbed your hospital bag.

"yes let's get you Home!" She replied.

"are you feeling ready? Do you know what to do now when your blood sugar is acting up?" Your Mom wanted to know.

"i am. The nurses said i am a fast learner and did very well! I also appreciate you and Mama going to a Workshop about Diabetes to learn more about it." You told her. The Team also promised to learn how to help you. And learn all about it.

"we would do anything for you, Sweetheart!" Your Mom admitted.

At Home you were cuddling with Myle on the Couch. Enjoying this Moment very much. You knew things would all be just fine with the amazing support system you had.

[wifeofnatasharomanoff]

could i request a mob nat oneshot from that universe seeing nat as a mom to her kid? it says we have a kid and it doesn’t need to be overly fluffy or anything… just curious what this badass mob boss looks like as a mom

HAPPINESS

WARNINGS: a bit of violence, gunshots, cute family moments, brief angst, fluff

RELATIONSHIP: natasha romanoff x f!reader

a/n: lol me after not posting for months 😅

AU: Darkest Nights

You wake up to the sounds of laughter in the bedroom, turning, you notice the side beside yours on the bed is empty. Where were the noises coming from? You sat up on the bed to see Natasha on the floor, a batman action figure in her hand and a toy car in the other. Her red hair was up in a loose braid and you could barely see the front of her face properly, but the one face you did see was a baby boy. Well – not really a baby more like a toddler. Except he wasn’t turning two for another few months. His chubby, rose-tinted cheeks were puffed up and small but loud giggles erupted from him. Natasha heard rustling from the bedsheets and looked up at you to see that you were already up. “Did we wake you up, babe?” she asked, her eyes were on you but she still kept her focus on the baby, making sure he wasn’t putting anything he wasn’t supposed to in his mouth. Some toys they make for babies are too small, Alex was teething and liked chewing on his toys sometimes. 

The corners of your lips curled into a smile, “No,” you chuckled, moving your hair strands away from your face. “It’s past 10, I was bound to wake up by now.” You reassure her. “Oh, good – I mean, it’s just you looked peaceful. For once.” you narrow your eyes as you throw the blanket that was draped over your body off yourself. “And who’s fault is it that I’m never at peace?” you retorted, getting up from the bed. She winced, “sorry, krasivaya.” you laughed at the sarcasm that lied beneath her words and lightly threw a smaller pillow from the bed towards her. “Jerk.” she caught the pillow and set it next to her, “c’mere, baby.” her arms were long enough to reach up to your hips while you were folding the blankets. Alex squealed, his stubby little hands moved up and down in agreement. “See, even our son wants mommy to play with us.” Natasha said, her hands grabbed onto your hips and pulled you to the carpet on the floor. “Natasha!” you shouted, playfully shoving her hand away, as she burst out laughing, the baby didn’t know any better and laughed along with her. 

“You’re unbelievable. I hope you know that.” she smirked at what you had said before responding, “I think I’m believable enough, how else is–” you interrupt her, “whatever you’re going to say, don’t say it. I’m positive it isn’t appropriate.” Natasha’s hand rested on your shoulder, “Okay, I’m not that bad.” she paused, “maybe.” 

“Momyy!!” Alex mustered up a word, sliding his mini spiderman toy over to you. “You want mommy and mama to play with you, lovebug?” you smile, grabbing the toy and giving it back to him. He nodded. “Alright, you can be little spiderman, mama will be batman and –” you turn to Natasha, “what will I be?” you ask. “And mommy’s barbie!” she excitedly says to the boy as she hands you a barbie doll. “A happy family, aren’t we?” she cupped your face before pressing a soft kiss to your lips. “I’m barbie? Seriously?” she grinned without a thought, “no, you’re prettier than barbie, baby.” 

“You’re such a sweet talker, darling.” you turned your attention back to Alex, dramatically gasping before speaking once more. “Oh my goodness, where's spiderman’s car?” the baby gasped as if he was missing a car, “oh look! There it is!” you gave the car to Natasha before Alex got the chance to grab it from you. 

“Oh, no! Batman stole your car, spiderman. Go steal it back from him!” you accused Natasha and pointed at her, immediately, Alex crawled over to her and started to lightly punch her, in a poor attempt to get his car back. Which of course, didn’t do much to her at all. “You can’t have this car, it’s mine now, spiderman!” Natasha took the car in her hand and raised it up in the air to where the boy couldn’t reach. 

The sound of glass shattering pulled both you and Natasha away from playtime. “Natasha, wh—” you heard it again, except this time you saw the window beside your nightstand break. “Get the gun under the bed and take Alex.” her voice was stern, as if she was ordering you. Your eyes widened as fear crept up your spine, “Natasha, what was that?” you heard it again, but this time there wasn’t any glass to stop the noise, it was clear that it was a gunshot. You pulled a box from under the bed and took a pistol out, grabbing Alex into your arms, you slowly stood up to not gain attention from movement in the bedroom. “Darling, I– where will we go?” unshed tears pooled in your eyes as your bottom lip quivered, “as of now, go to the bar. Look for Yelena, and she’ll know where to take you.” 

You gently touched her arm, “Are you not coming with us?” she shook her head, “it’ll cause too much commotion, they’ll know you’re with me. I’ll find you. I’ll find you both. Don’t worry, baby.” you blinked back the tears to stop them from dropping, “Nat. you said this wouldn’t happen, you promised that they weren’t going to find us… I thought we were finally getting back to our normal lives!” she pulled the both of you close, kissing your forehead, cheeks, the top of the baby’s head. “I know, I’m sorry, baby, I’ll fix this. I’m so sorry, I love you both, so much. Trust me, I’ll deal with them and we’ll come back together before you can blink, krasivaya.” Natasha kissed your lips once more, “I love you.” she wiped away your tears, “don’t die.” the smile you had faltered for a moment when you said that, knowing that there could be a possibility that for an instance something could go completely, and terribly wrong. “I won’t. C’mon, you know me better than that, baby.” you let out a dry chuckle at her trying to lighten the mood. “Go. I’ll be back.” Natasha’s protective hold was gone, you simply nodded. Another gunshot could be heard from the other side of the house, you didn’t want Alex to cry so you covered his ears. “I love you too.”

[hmhas-00]

Ch. 36

Hit Me Hard & Soft

A/N- Broken hearts healing - ❤️‍🩹 loading up… GUYS!! Are we finally getting through all this tension?? How are we feeling?

Remy’s POV

I stretched out in bed, feeling around with my left arm, noticing the empty space beside me. I turn over, and reach for my phone.

11 am.

I stand up with my usual morning yawn, walking out to my living area, expecting to see Billie eating out my pantry. Instead, a sloppily written note on my fridge from her, letting me know to call.

I dial her as I make my way to the bathroom to shower and brush my teeth.

No answer.

I call her again, but again, get her voice mail instead. I decide to leave a text message, and get on with my morning.

Three hours later, after checking messages twenty times, I decide to call again. Still no answer.

After packing almost everything I own for Australia, eating lunch, and calling her for the fifth time today, a weird feeling in my stomach developed. It wasn’t like Billie to not at least text back.

I threw on some jeans and a long sleeve striped top, grabbed my keys, tied on my converse, and headed over to her house.

At her door, I rang the doorbell, waiting for an answer.

Nothing.

I attempted the code to unlock the door, failing twice, but finally, successfully unlocking the door. The code was my birthday.

0228

I walked in, searching the entire first floor, immediately drawn to the mess in the kitchen. It looked like the blender had been used, and left untouched, still half full with a green smoothie. There were breadcrumbs on a cutting board, and a knife with peanut butter on it.

The silence in the home was starting to freak me out. There’s usually some sort of music playing in the background, even if it’s very low.

Suddenly, the sound of claws on hardwood floor turned the corner, scaring me half to death. Shark and Brutus immediately jumped up at me, desperate for attention.

I need to stop watching so many true crime shows.

“Fuck—” I blew out a puff of terrified air. “Hi, babies! You scared me.” I got on my knees, letting them lick my face.

“Where’s your mom?” I asked them, standing back up and walking towards the stairs. The pups follow me, panting up the stairs and wagging their tails.

I open her door, “Billie?” I whisper. As I look around, I notice empty hangers lying on the floor, and her bedding messily draped over the side. I turned the corner, seeing the bathroom is just as messy as the kitchen, and walk through to her giant closet. More empty hangers piled on the floor, and an empty section to go along.

“That’s weird...” I thought, out loud.

I walk out of her bathroom, immediately noticing her broken phone on her floor. Examining it in my hands, I realize the cause for my unanswered calls was a cracked screen that will no longer power on.

Now, I know something serious happened.

“Billie…” The dogs ran down the hallway towards a second bedroom. “Billie?” I picked up the pace, walking toward the closed door, where the dogs patiently sat in front of.

I open it, my heart beating so fast that I could feel it in my throat. “Billie?”

The bed was unmade, but the room was otherwise clean. My eyes were drawn to the curtains waving with each gust of wind, coming from the open balcony doors. My heart dropped to the pit of my stomach and I gripped onto the doorknob, refusing to let go until further notice.

“Remy?” Billie’s voice alleviated my worries, instantly allowing me to exhale the air I was holding in my lungs.

I poked my head through, finding her sat on an outdoor, rattan chaise, wrapped in a blanket.

“You bitch. You had me walking around here like a damn ghost buster.” I murmured, walking through the curtains into the balcony. “What happened?”

She looked up momentarily, “Sorry, Rem. I didn’t hear you. I broke my phone. Sorry if you called.” She answered, not fully present.

I sat next to her, by her feet. “Yeah, I saw that… Did something happen between you and Ellie?” The empty hangers, the empty space in the closet, the broken phone… it all clicked.

“We broke up. She left today.” She said, her voice monotone.

“Oh?” I tilted my head. “Are you okay?” I ask, knowing she isn’t. I put a hand on her leg, watching her bland expression.

“Yeah…” She said, softly. “It just sucks. The way it happened.” She cleared her throat.

“It looks like it was pretty intense…” I say, referring to the mess inside.

She sighed deeply, looking at me with swollen eyes and tear stained cheeks. “She just- The distance was gonna be too much.”

“That’s why you broke your phone?” I lifted a brow, knowing there was more to the story.

She nodded, looking distanced.

“She just up and left? Packed her things and left the place trashed?”

“She didn’t mean to leave it trashed. They’re just hangers.” She shrugged.

“I mean, it just looks like you guys got in a huge fight.”

“Remy, just let it be. Nothing happened, we just broke up.”

She looked and sounded annoyed. I didn’t want to keep pushing, but I knew something was terribly wrong. Her usually blue eyes looked gray in hue and lifeless.

“Did she hurt you?”

“No!”

“You’ve been crying.” I tilted my head, softening my voice.

“I’m- I’ll be okay. I just wanted it to work so badly.”

“Billie, you know I’m gonna bug you until you tell me what really happened.”

“I know you are. But that’s all it was.”

I shook my head, “You’re lying.”

She said nothing, just looked at me and let out a long sigh, “We left off on a good note… It just sucks.” She shrugged.

I watched her bring a hand to her hair and fix her front layers.

She opened up her arms to me and I obliged, scooting up towards her, and laying beside her on the large lounge chaise.

“I’m here when you wanna talk about it.” I said, only silence coming from her end.

We stayed like this for a while, listening to the cool breeze shake the leaves on the trees in her yard. I could feel something deeper than she was letting on. It always felt that way.

*************

Inside, I helped her pick up the mess on the floor, starting with the hangers, working our way to the bathroom, sorting out her toiletries and organizing cabinets. Billie stared at the empty space in her closet before sighing and closing the door behind her.

I pushed my head, quickly, back into the bathroom cabinet to give her some space, so she didn’t know I was watching.

“You don’t have to finish that. I can get to it later.” She squatted down next to me, looking inside.

“I’m almost done, no biggie.” I smiled, noticing her eyes looked tired and her complexion drained.

She sighed, squatting over the cold, bathroom tile. She gave me a half-way side smile, barely showing off her dimples.

“Did you eat?” I pulled my head out of the cabinet, looking in her eyes. She cut our eye contact immediately, stammering slow enough for me to know she forgot to eat. “Let’s go get some food, I’m hungry,” I lied, knowing she wouldn’t want me to make a big deal if she admitted she hadn’t eaten all day. Besides, she needs to get out of the house. Looking at the emptier space around her must be daunting.

She wanted to act like she was fine, like the breakup was no big deal.

She nods, “What are you feeling?”

I list about 5 of her favorite places to eat at, hoping she’ll choose.

“Which one do you wanna eat at?” She asked.

I pick the one her eyes lit up at the sound of, and she nods, smiling for me, a real smile this time.

*************

Quieter than usual, Billie and I sat across from each other at her favorite restaurant. Not even the usual jokes or loud giggles coming from our table, and even her favorite meal didn’t make her expression any less dull.

“We’re gonna have SO much fun in Australia.” I tapped her foot with mine under the table.

She nodded, before taking a bite of her food. “Yeah.”

“Ooh! We’re gonna go to the beach, tan, go thrifting…”

My attempts to cheer her up didn’t quite work the way I wanted them to. I stand up and join her side of the booth, sitting right beside her.

“Can I try?” I grab my fork and grab a bite off her plate. She nods. “Wanna try mine?” I look at her.

“Sure.” She forces a smile. I grab her fork and fix her the best bite. “Thanks.” She opens her mouth and I feed it to her.

“That was hot.” I joke, hoping to make her laugh.

She stifles a laugh, shaking her head at my lame attempts to get a single ounce of joy out of her.

“Mommy vibes, am I right?” I fix her another bite of my plate, holding it in front of her face.

“Dude,” She laughs, taking the fork from me and taking the bite. “What’s wrong with you.”

I lean back in the seat, “You’re all sad, it makes me sad. I worry about you.” I say, in a stupid Russian accent.

She laughs, “I’m fine, I told you, dumbass!”

”Okay, okay.” I laugh, standing up to go back to my side of the table.

“Aht aht!” She grabs my hand before I reach my seat, “I didn’t say you could get up.” She pulls me back toward her, my body flinging back and my foot getting caught behind the table leg. I let out a small yelp.

She gasps, grabbing my waist, tight, before I fall, scooping me in again. I let myself lean into the strong force, sinking back into the booth.

There is no harm done, just our two faces, millimeters apart, sharing the same relieved breath.

She looks into my eyes as I let the scared blood pump down my heart, back into my veins. I begin to laugh softly, forgetting that everyone in the restaurant was probably staring now. For some reason the tunnel vision set in and my cheeks grew hot. Perhaps from embarrassment.

Her eyes blinked rapidly and her gaze swept away towards my former booth, across from her. Her face became red. So red, that even under the dim restaurant lighting, I could tell it was at least 3 shades darker.

“It’s okay! I’m okay.” I laughed, fixing my hair back into its claw clip.

“My bad.” She scooted away, toward the wall, clearing her throat.

Our hands overlap when I reach for her, the slightest touch shocking us both with static friction. I continue to laugh as the waiter approaches our table, asking if I’m okay. My laugh became louder, nodding to reassure everyone around that we’re fine.

Billie began laughing, looking down at her plate, the situation catching up to her, quickly. Her infectious laughter grew, causing others around us to join in. My heart became full, hearing that wonderful sound, letting me know it would all be okay.

She looked at me, tears of laughter forming in her eyes, holding her stomach as I elbowed her ribcage softly.

I leaned my head on her shoulder as our laughs became sighs of contentment, slowly catching our breath in the middle of this upscale restaurant.

I periodically kept my eyes on her as I finished my food, loving the color brought back to her face. Her cheeks were rose-blush and her eyes were cyan blue under the soft lights.

“Wanna sleep over? You can help me pack for Australia…” She asked, a smile creeping into the corners of her lips, forming the subtlest dimples only I could see.

“I’d love that.” I hummed.