liliacamethyst · 1 year ago
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Web of Shadow and Light (Part III)
Sequel to Webs of Fate
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Miguel O'Hara x SpiderSun Reader
words: 5.2 K
warnings: secret pregnancy trope, swearing, angst, heartbreak, grumpy/sunshine
Part I Part II Part III
The Spider-HQ echo with an unsettling symphony - a child's piercing cries and the hushed whispers of concern from some of the multiverse's bravest Spider heroes. They stand clustered around the smallest yet most powerful disturbance they've ever encountered - a baby boy. His wails have been echoing through the HQ since Miguel left the room, leaving the baby and dozens of Spider-man behind. Each cry is a call for help that pulls at their hearts, demanding attention, challenging their patience.
After much deliberation and coaxing from the rest, Miguel gave his team an ultimatum - they have until dawn to find an alternative solution, before Gabriel has to be eliminated, before the universe collapses on itself. His voice was a cold whisper when he spoke, "Figure out another way by tomorrow morning, or..." Nobody dares to complete the sentence, not even Miguel, the unsaid words hanging heavily in the air. And with that Miguel was gone, and the baby immediately started wailing and hasn��t stopped since.
Now Gwen, with her brows knitted in worry, rocks the baby with desperate gentleness. Her blue eyes are bright with unshed tears, a look of sheer helplessness painting her usually confident face. Beside her Peter B. is attempting to cheer Gabriel up but his efforts as pointless as they are endearing. The usually funny and charming Peter B seems to be losing a battle of wits with a one-year-old. It would've been humorous, had the situation been any different.
The sight of the little baby boy weeping his heart out, oblivious to the chaos his presence is causing tugs at their hearts, binding them in a collective resolution - they must protect this child. The shadows and the light, entwined in this web they’ve all been thrown into. And the clock is ticking.
Hobie scoops up the little boy, cradling him close in an attempt to soothe his relentless tears. "See, the cow says muhhhhh," he coos. His tiny cries falter, curiosity momentarily replacing distress. He gazes at Hobie with wide eyes, intrigued by the cool looking man. "And the butterfly," Hobie pauses dramatically, "well, the butterfly don’t say nothin’." He continues his little game, while rocking the baby gently in his arms. "And the pig says-"
 Miles chimes in with an eager grin, "Oink, Oink."
"Nah, bruv," Hobie laughs. “The pig says, ‘You have the right to remain silent!’”
Gabriel’s face scrunches up, and the waterworks start again. Hobie chuckles, "Fair enough, little fella. Cops make me wanna cry too."
Meanwhile Jessica Drew, clad in her black and white Spider-Woman outfit, her dark locks cascading around her shoulders, is leaning against the doorframe, half entering the room, her eyebrows raised. "Well? I assume he didn’t stop crying?“
Beside her Peter B.  with his shaggy brown hair and five o’ clock beard just shakes his head. 
“This is nuts. Nothing, and I mean NOTHING is working.“ Gwen states.
In the background, the cries of baby Gabriel cotinue, little fists flailing as he continued his tantrum. Jessica, arching an eyebrow, comments, “He’s still going at it?”
Hobie Brown, just gives her a quick nod. “Oh yeah, the kid has got a set of lungs.”
Suddenly, Pavitr Prabhakar, yelps as a makeshift toy, made out of wood and spiderwebs, hit him square in the forehead. "Ow! And one hell of arm throw."
Methodically, Jessica starts running through a mental checklist. “Diaper?”
Peter B. Parker nods. “Clean.”
“Food?” Jessica glances at Miles who holds a baby food jar and a bent spoon.
Miles, in his black and red suit, shrugs. “Kept smacking the spoon out my hand.”
“Nap?” Jessica's questions further.
The entire room answer in unison, clearly frustrated “Literally the first thing we tried.”
Pavitr smirkes at them. “Jinx.” But his joke is short-lived as Gabriels screams become even louder.
Gwen, then takes charge, “Ok, we have to do something,” her eyes flicking around the room with determination. She points to Jess, “You have to talk to Miguel. You’ve been around him the longest, maybe you can get through to him.”
Jess looks hesitant but nods.
“And Peter,” Gwen turns to Peter B who’s still juggling items in his hands, to entertain the baby and stop his crying. “Get Mayday’s toys. Maybe the baby’s just bored.”
Peter gives a thumbs up. “You got it, boss.”
“And Pav, Hobie,” Gwen instructs, her voice steady. “You need to rally the other Spider-people. We need everyone on board to protect this little guy.”
“Margo, you’re with me, girl. We are  paying our old friend Lyla a little  surprise visit. Something’s a little fishy with her.” Margo nods eagerly. 
As everyone scatters into action, Miles stands there, looking slightly lost and raising his hands. "Hey, guys, you forgot about me! What am I supposed to do? How can I help?" he calls out to the rapidly moving group.
Pav whirls around and points at Miles, "You, take care of the little guy, newbie," he says, as Hobie thrusts the still crying baby into Miles' arms.
"Great," Miles grumbles, balancing Gabriel on his hip and looking down at the squirming bundle of tears.
 He starts to bounce up and down gently, trying to imitate what he's seen in movies. The baby continues to cry, unfazed by Miles' efforts.
“Alright buddy, let’s figure this out together. I can swing through New York, so how hard can babysitting be?” Miles whispers to the baby.
Hours drag on and Gabriel's relentless cries continue to echo through the HQ. Despite his earnest attempts, Miles, armed with only his spider powers and limited babysitting experience, is unsuccessful in calming the baby. He’s tried everything he can think of – makinf funny faces, telling funny stories in a soothing tone, gently swinging him back and forth with his web-slinging skills, and even humming a little tune (it was Humble by Kendrick Lamar, but the thought counts, right?). At one point, he even tried to entertain the baby by creating animals out of webbing, but that didn’t work either. The baby is relentless, and his cries only seem to get louder. 
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In the meantime in Miguel’s office, the echoing cries penetrate through the walls. Migel is sitting behind his desk looking at some documents, while Jess stands in front of him.
“Please, Miguel, it’s a baby boy. How did you imagine doing this, huh?” Jess exclaims, her voice rising. “Did you plan to build some sort of machine to just vaporize him? Or did you think of strangling him with your own bare hands? I know you’re not a monster.” But Miguel's face remains stoic, his eyes never leaving the papers on his desk.
“And look,” Jess continues, pointing vaguely in the direction of where the baby’s cries are coming from, “this baby is already older, and nothing has collapsed yet. The universe is still here.”
“I can’t risk any more lives, Jess,”Miguel responds coldly, finally looking up at her.
“But what if there is another way? We haven’t even tried everything. We have brilliant minds here. Let’s...let’s figure something out that doesn’t involve.. that,” Jess pleads, her voice softening.
Miguel looks at her for a long moment but his expression remains unreadable. The cries of the baby continue to fill the air.
Jess then turns her gaze towards Lyla, , who is stationed nearby, her holographic interface flickering with data. “Lyla, what are the kid’s powers? Run a genetics test, a DNA test. We need something to work with.” 
Lyla’s synthetic voice answers in an eerily calm tone, "I have already processed the genetic information, Jessica. Thanks very much, genius. As per my findings, the child’s power attributes remain undefined. In regards to the DNA test..."
Lyla hesitates just a fraction of a second, but enough for Miguel to notice. It's an unexpected response from an AI that's programmed to be efficient and direct. A strange tingle rises within him but he pushes it aside, refocusing on the matter at hand.
“is inconclusive.” Jess squints at Lyla. “Inconclusive? What do you mean? Is he an anomaly or not?”
“He’s an anomaly, certainly. However, the DNA analysis is...complicated,” Lyla maintains her composed tone. “Complicated how?” Jess presses on. “Just...unfamiliar and intermingled genetic markers,” Lyla responds vaguely. “The child is an enigma.”
"Miguel, please" she continues, turning back to Miguel, clearly frustrated with Lyla's vague responses that are not helping her case. Her tone is still serious, "this isn't some variation of a monster, this is a baby."
For a moment, Miguel’s gaze flickers, his usual icy aura briefly wavering. "It doesn't matter," he finally grunts, closing his eyes as if to physically shut out the argument. Jessica's voice turns unexpectedly brittle. "I didn't join the Society to kill innocent kids."
Miguel clenches his jaw hard. "We do what we have to do for the greater good. No exceptions." Jessica takes a deep breath, her next words coming out almost in a whisper. "What if there was my Gerald or a version of your-" she begins, but is quickly cut off.
"DON’T. Don't even go there, Jessica" Miguel growls, his hand forming into a tight fist. "And why the hell is it still crying?"
Jessica's gaze softens slightly. "That child, that little boy, probably misses his parents. Parents who are going through hell right now, searching for their baby." Miguel's fist tightens further, a spark of something, maybe regret, guilt,  flashing in his eyes. Jessica presses on trying one last time to convince him. "He was found in 586, right? Maybe we can reconnect with Su-" 
"No," Miguel interrupts sharply, his voice a final command. “Until tomorrow morning, Jess,” he finally says in a low voice, putting an end to Jess’ outburst. “That’s all. You can leave now.” 
There’s a heavy silence, where the only sound is Gabriel’s distant crying.
Jessica looks at Miguel, her gaze piercing. "Think about what you’re doing, Miguel," she whispers and leaves the room, closing the door softly behind her.
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In the heart of the HQ, Margo sifts through the labyrinth of Lyla's concealed data. She uncovers a file that captures her attention – the baby's DNA results. "There you are," she mutters to herself, an air of triumph in her voice. As she opens the file, her eyes widen in disbelief, "Oh no…“
"What is it, Margo?" Gwen asks making her way over to Margo.
Margo's voice trembles slightly. "So, while looking through the hidden data, I found the baby's... there was a parental match."
Gwen's heart skips a beat. “I knew something was was off with Lyla. Of course she knows more. Well, who are the little guy's parents?"
Margo hesitates, then blurts out, "Miguel and Sunny."
Gwen stops dead in her tracks, her mind reeling. "I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"
"The baby's mother is Sunny, and the father is Miguel," Margo reiterates, her voice steady.
Gwen eyes widen. "But... are you sure? I know Sunny's baby. I was there when baby Gabriel was born!“
"Yes, I'm sure. There were two parental matches for the baby in the spider DNA logs:Sun Spider and Spider-Man 2099. When was the last time you saw the baby, Gwen? Babies change quickly at that age." Margo confirms. 
"Miguel and Sunny? That's not possible... how have we never noticed that there's something going on between those two?" Gwen's mind whirls with confusion.
"Oh, I noticed," Margo's voice holds a hint of smugness, "The way he was sneaking into her room at night? And the way he looked at her every time she set foot in a room, like a lovesick puppy. It was adorable. Wait, nobody else noticed?"
Gwen splutters, taken aback, "What? No, I... well, he's all 'we need to sacrifice ourselves to protect the multiverse. No more traveling for fun'" she imitates Miguel's voice with a teasing lilt, then she adds, "And Sunnys is literally the personification of a warm embrace."
Gwen's mind whirls but she continues, “ Woah, okay lets focus on the important part. I mean, I knew something was wrong with Lyla, but why... why would she do that?"  
"There's more, Gwen," Margo says, her voice shaking slightly. "I found another thing in her data. It's... it's about how she's processing information."
Gwen frowns, "What do you mean?"
Margo takes a deep breath before explaining, "In simple terms, Lyla's been teaching herself new things. She's changing, growing beyond her original programming. Her code is self-evolving."
"And the data about the baby?" Gwen asks, her voice barely above a whisper.
Margo sighs, "She's been... twisting it, making the baby seem more dangerous than it actually is."
Gwen's mind reels with this new information, the world around her seeming to tilt. "But why?" she finally manages to ask. "Why would Lyla do this?"
"I don't know, Gwen," Margo admits. "But we need to find out and warn Miguel. And soon."
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Meanwhile in Miguels office, the wailing becomes louder, almost as if piercing through the walls, trying to reach something, or someone. Miguel's face betrays his discomfort, as if the cries are tugging at his walls around his heart. There's a weight on his chest, something unidentifiable that makes it hard to breathe.
Suddenly Lyla’s holographic interface hums. She begins to show the outline various strategies for eliminating the child. Her voice, analtytic but almost cheerful, fills the room. “So, we could create a temporal displacement field, effectively erasing the child from existence. Or perhaps expose him to a slow-acting molecular destabilizer..." 
 "Based on the trial," she continues unfazed by Miguel’s lack of response. "the device should work as intended, wiping out any of its DNA and trace. Be like the anomaly never existed." There's a hint of satisfaction in her words.
Miguel, until now staring blankly at the wall, finally turns towards Lyla, his complexion pale and his eyes wide.
His insides twist painfully, the mere idea of bringing harm to this innocent child becoming now unbearable.
“Stop,” Miguel chokes out.
“Apologies, Miguel. We must consider all options for preserving the multiverse. You out of all people should know that,”Lyla retorts.
But something within Miguel snaps. His ice-cold distant facade crumbles. Rising abruptly, his chair clatters loudly onto the floor.
Without saying another word, he strides out of his office. “Miguel? Are you listening? Where are you going?” Lyla calls after him, but her words are unanswered in the empty room.
Walking down the hallway, Miguel slows down as he passes the room where the infant's cries come from. He pauses when he hears Miles' pleas inside.
“Little dude, if you stop crying promise I’ll get you some cool kicks. Maybe some baby Jordans? Please, please just stop crying,” Miles pleads, his voice sounding desperate and utterly exhausted.
After a moment hesitation, Miguel pushes open the door and steps into the room. His gaze, sterner than ever, as he takes in the scene: Miles looking near defeat, his energy spent trying to soothe the wailing child, his spider suit rumpled and hair disheveled.
"Enough," Miguel comms sharply.
Miles looks up from where he's been pacing with the baby, his eyes wide like he's just been caught stealing cookies from a jar. “You,” Miguel points at Miles, who is holding the still-crying baby. His voice booms with authority. “Put him down”
Miles, slightly dumbfounded, obeys and carefully lays the child down on his makeshift bed. “I need you to return to Earth 586. Get some of his belongings - toys, blankets, anything you can find," he orders, his tone leaving no room for argument.
"But Miguel--" Miles startsbut gets cut off immediately.
"Now," he says, his red eyes flashing dangerously. Miles opens the portal hastily and disspears to your universe.
The crying has subsided to whimpers, and Miguel finds himself kneeling next to the little one, who reaches out for him. As if on autopilot, Miguel’s hands scoop him up abruptly from the bed.
"Quiet, niño. "Miguel growls at him with a  low and threatening tone. "I could just... do it right now." His irritation gets the better of him, and he bares his fangs at the little one. This sight shocks Gabriel into silence for a moment, his big, teary eyes widening at the sight. 
But then, to Miguel's surprise, the baby breaks into a fit of giggles, the sound infectious and joyous.
Gabriel suddenly mimics Miguel, baring his own little teeth – two tiny milk teeth and the beginnings of baby fangs peeking from his gums, causing Miguel to stiffen in shock.
Caught off guard Miguel's hold slips and Gabriel lands back on the web-shaped bed with a bounce. The baby's laughter ends abruptly and is replaced once more with tears and cries.
Still in shock, Miguel stumbles back a step, but Gabriel's cries soon pull him back into the present. With a sigh, he picks up the little boy yet again andGabriel immediately snuggles into the crook of Miguel’s neck, his tiny arms winding tightly around his throat.  Miguel swallows hard, unsure of what to do next. 
Then, almost instinctively, he starts to hum a tune he thought he'd long forgotten. "Tú eres mi sol de la mañana, el sol que brilla..." His voice is barely audible, the words shaky. Gabriel's little body relaxes against him, a content sigh escaping his lips followed by a quiet yawn. He nuzzles closer to Miguel, his tiny breaths falling into sync with the rhythm of the song. "...alegra todo, mi corazón," Miguel coninues softly, his mind flooding with memories. He sees a bright, lively girl with the same curious eyes as the boy in his arms. 
"Daddy," Gabriella asks, her large eyes bright with curiosity as she looks up at him, "why do you call me your morning sun? I'm not yellow."
Miguel chuckles at her innocence, his fingers gently tucking a stray lock of hair behind her ear. He cradles her against his chest, looking into those eyes so full of wonder. "No, mija" he replies, his voice soft with affection "you're not yellow but you are my sunshine."
"But why?" She wrinkles her little nose, her childish curiosity making Miguel's heart fill up with love.
"Because, mijita," he begins, pressing a gentle kiss to her temple, "just like the sun, you light up my world. You chase away the darkness with your laughter and your love. You are warmth, you are joy, and just like the morning sun, you are a new beginning, a promise of a brighter day." 
Gabriella blinks up at him, her lips curving into a small, and she hides her smile in the crook of his neck. "I like that, Papi," she whispers, "Sing the song again, please?"
“brilla, conmigo, brilla que brilla, alegrandome esta cancion. Tu eres mi sol de la manana…“
Eyes closed, Miguel draws Gabriel unconsciously closer, his heart full, and for the first time he’s feeling a sense of contentment he hasn't experienced in years. 
The moment is shattered by the sound of a throat being cleared, pulling him abruptly out of his peaceful trance.
Peter B is standing in the doorway, arms loaded with various dolls. "Wow, he's finally asleep," he remarks, looking between Miguel and the now sleeping Gabriel with a relieved smile. "I was starting to think that was impossible." 
Without responding, or even sparing a glance in Peter's direction, Miguel turns away from the door and heads to the bed. He gently places the sleeping toddler down, pulling a small blanket over him. Once he's confident that Gabriel is settled, Miguel quietly leaves the room, his demeanor as frosty and aloof as ever, making no acknowledgment of Peter's presence. 
Peter B is quick on his feet, rushing after Miguel. "I brought him toys from Mayday," he blurts out. "She won't miss them. She's not too good at sharing, but I guess she won’t mind in this case."
Miguel continues his stride, not giving Peter so much as a backward glance. "Que maravilla," he mutters under his breath, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Ignoring the dismissal, Peter B. reaches out and places a hand on Miguel's arm, stopping him in his tracks. Miguel raises an eyebrow and glances back at him half-heartedly, clearly not interested in a conversation.
Peter takes a moment, his gaze intensifying. "Hey, boss," he begins, his voice shaky yet determined. "We can't let anything happen to this boy, right?" 
At Peter's words, Miguel closes his eyes and takes a deep, steadying breath.
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Back on Earth 586, you're in the throes of a meltdown. Your little boy, Gabriel, is nowhere to be found. You've scoured the whole city of Nea Yorkey, every nook and cranny you can think of, but there's no trace of him anywhere. Desperation gnaws at your insides, and fury bubbles up, hot and fierce. Your mind is in turmoil, swirling with anger and fear, clouding your ability to think straight. One thing is crystal clear though: whoever dared to touch your child will pay dearly for their actions.
You're frantically trying to find a way to contact anyone from the Spider Society, while simultaneously considering every possible avenue to traverse the multiverse yourself. Alchemax - the multinational conglomerate known for its cutting-edge research and technological advancements - seems to be your only hope. As you're about to make your way there, a sound from Gabriel's room stops you in your tracks.
Your Spider senses, already on high alert due to the unexpected circumstances, seem to kick into overdrive. Every instinct within you screams that something is about to happen. Your heart pounds in your chest like a wild drum as you slowly approach the room.
Meanwhile, in Gabriel's room, Miles is having his own share of troubles. In his haste, he stumbles over a toy car that starts making an assortment of noises and brightly lit animations. "Ah, this stupid toy!" he curses under his breath.
A thought suddenly crosses his mind and he wonders aloud, "Wait, does he need a blanket?" Just as he's about to reach for a small bunny stuffed animal that lay discarded on the floor, an intense blast of sonic energy sweeps across the room.
Caught by surprise, Miles finds himself flung across the room, his back hitting the wall with a thud. Before he can even let out a gasp, a spider web shoots out, pinning him securely against the wall. There he hangs, suspended, his eyes wide with shock and confusion. His breath comes in shallow gasps as he attempts to comprehend what just happened. Well its safe to say he didn’t saw that coming.
Miles, still stuck against the wall, manages to blurt out, "Who are you?"
"Who am I?" you echo, incredulity lacing your tone. "You break into my son's room and ask me whoI am?"
Your mind races as Miles stammers, "Wait, your son's room? Wait, are you...are you a Spider-person aswell?"
Ignoring his question, you stride towards him, an aura of threat radiating off you. "Stop talking!" you command, "I ask the questions!" In your hand, a ball of solar energy forms, crackling with power and casting a glow across the room.
"Why are you here? Where is my son?" The words are more of a growl than a question, the motherly instincts in you sending waves of danger rippling across the room. "Your son is okay, please don't hurt me!" Miles pleads with a shaky fear laced voice.
Squirmy and visibly frightened, Miles stammers out his confession, "We-we took him...it was our mission... He's an anomaly...we needed to get him out of this universe, send him to his own, so it wouldn’t collapse and interfere with the multiverse...but he doesn't have one, and I'm so sorry..."
His voice dwindles to a murmur, words tumbling over one another in his haste. Amidst his ramblings, your icy inquiry slices through like a blade, "Who instructed you?"
A sharp wince contorts his face, betraying his fear. "Our boss..." he starts, his voice barely above a whisper, "Miguel... Miguel O'Hara."
The energy in your hand dissipates, leaving only shock in its place. It's almost too much to take in - the idea that Miguel, your Miguel, could have done something like this. "He's okay, we... we didn't know he was the son of a Spider-woman. I'm Miles Morales, by the way." he introduces himself, attempting to inject some normalcy into the situation.
"I'm Spider-Sun," you respond automatically, your voice sounding distant to your own ears.
"Wait … you?" Miles' eyes widen in recognition. "You're Sunny?" When you give a numb nod in response, he continues, "You look more like 'Stormy' if you ask me." Your gaze snaps to Miles, the intensity of your death glare immediately silencing his attempt at humour. "Sorry, sorry," he stammers, raising his hands in surrender. "I just...I've heard Gwen and Peter talk about you."
"They never stop talking about you," Miles continues, trying to regain his composure. "They always say you have such a radiant personality and how much they miss you. They take care of your son, don’t worry. Hes safe for now.” 
"What do you mean he's safe 'for now'?" you cut him off abruptly, your voice cold and hard. Miles gulps nervously before responding.
"Eh...we have until morning to find a solution for this...anomaly," he stammers. You interrupt him, seething with a fury that makes him cringe. "My son's name is Gabriel. He is not an 'anomaly'," you spit out the words like they are poison, hating the way they make your sweet little boy sound like some kind of mistake.
"Eh, yes, for Gabriel," Miles corrects hastily, "because, eh... if we don't find an alternative, they need to, eh...eliminate..." He trails off, speaking so quickly and softly that you almost don't catch his last word.
"ELIMINATE?????" You scream and for a split second, Miles is sure he sees your eyes blaze with a terrifying, luminating light. 
"We can stop them. We can talk to them and say it's your son," Miles says quickly, desperately hoping to calm you.
"I don't talk. Bring me to my son," you demand. Without wasting another moment, you order him to open the portal. "Y-yes, right away, Sunn... eh, Mrs. Sun, eh... Ma'am," he stammers, visibly trembling under your steely gaze.
 It takes him two shaky attempts before he manages to successfully open the portal, his hands still unsteady from the encounter.
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Back at the headquarters, Peter chases after Miguel into his office. "Boss, all I'm saying is, what if Lyla is wrong?"
Miguel is pinching the bridge of his nose, a deep sigh escaping his lips. The weight of the situation is quickly becoming too overwhelming and he feels himself teetering dangerously close to his breaking point.
Just at that moment, Gwen, Pav, Margo and Hobie burst into the office, their faces set withdetermination. "Miguel, there’s something you need to know.  Please hear us out. Margo and I, we found something.Lyla is - ," Gwen starts but Miguel is quick to silence her with a raised hand.
Just as Miguel is about to speak, the lights flicker, casting an ominous glow throughout the room. Hobie looks around nervously. "Is that eh...normal?"
Peter quirks an eyebrow. "Did you forget to pay the electricity bill?" 
The lights flicker even more violently, plunging the room into a dance of shadow and light.
With a violent burst, the door is flung open, and a brilliant surge of light blinds everyone. You stand in the doorway, an ethereal aura glowing around you.
"O'Hara!" Your voice thunders through the room, heavy with wrath and revenge. As Miguel turns around to face the source of the sound, a massive, lightning-tinged sonar blast slams directly into his chest. He's pushed backward, knocked off balance before he can brace himself for the attack. He tries to recoverr, to shift into defense mode but he doesn't get the chance. You're relentless, a solar goddess in human form, hurtling blast after blast at him. Miguel has no time to regain his stance, each attack landing with more force than the last. 
Gwen makes to step forward, her instincts screaming at her to intervene, but Peter grabs her arm, pulling her back. "That's Sunny," he says, his voice a mixture of awe and concern. Hobie's eyes widen comically. He cocks his head, a smirk playing on his lips. "Our Sunny, eh? Blimey, I never knew she had it in her. That rebellious firecracker," he mutters, a distinct note of admiration creeping into his typically laid-back British drawl.
Miles bursts into the room, breathless and disheveled. He stumbles towards Gwen, his voice hurried and concerned, "I tried to stop her, but she was...she was furious. Woahhh, I've never seen Miguel get beaten like this before."
And he wasn't exaggerating. Miguel was fighting back, his fangs bared, his claws out and ready but he was no match for your rage-fueled attacks. You were right up in his face, delivering punch after punch at a brutal pace
"Where's my son, O’Hara? What have you done to him?" you demand, your voice cutting through the chaos like a blade.
At your words, Miguel's movements falter. His defense wavers, and he barely manages to gasp out, "Your son?" He doesn't dodge your next blow, doesn't attempt to shield himself or strike back. Instead, he allows you to continue.
Miguel is shocked. His reflexes kick in as he sees the next punch coming and he grabs your wrist, halting your next powerful punch aimed for his face. He locks eyes with you, his gaze holding an emotion you've never seen in him before. Is it fear? No, it's much deeper, more profound.
As he stares at you, your luminescent eyes gradually lose their fiery intensity, shifting back to their human form.
"I... I didn't know," Miguel stammers, his voice a trembling whisper. "Lo – lo siento. I – I didn’t know.”
His breaths are ragged, and you can see a war waging inside him.
"But...how?How didn’t I know?" His voice is choked, your wrist still securely in his grip. “Your son?” Miguel continues,his voice is barely above a whisper. His eyes search yours and all he sees is raw, untamed anger with an aching pain that pierces his soul.
“Yes, MY son!” your voice echoes through the room like a whip. “Did you think that you could just take him from me? That I wouldn't come for him?”
Miguel’s grip on your wrist loosens as he stumbles back. His heart feels like it’s about to explode as realization dawns on him. The dark curls, the small fangs the baby had bared at him –pieces of a puzzle start falling into place. His own blood runs cold.
“Where is he, Miguel? Where’s myGabriel?” your voice breaks as you say the name, and it feels like another punch to Miguel's gut.
“Gabr...” Miguel chokes. “No... no...”
His voice is barely audible, the air knocked out of him by the significance of the name. His knees buckle, and he falls on the floor. "NO."
“You, who I thought would protect any child, wanted to eliminate my – our – flesh and blood!” Tears, full of anger and hurt, stream down your face, but your voice doesn't waver one bit. 
Miguel, still on the floor, looks up at you with tear-streaked cheeks. “I didn’t know. I swear on my life, on Gabriella’s memory. I-I wanted to do the right thing. I- I never, -Lo siento.” 
There’s a moment of tense silence as you look down at the shattered man before you,the love of your life, the father of your child, who almost made the most horrifying, unforgivable mistake.
Just then, from another room, the faint sound of a baby's cries pierce through the heavy atmosphere. You abruptly yank your wrist out of his grasp and towards the door to leave.
Your heart clenches as you break into a run, following the pitiful cries. You don’t look back.
Miguel remains on his knees. He doenst follow you, he doesn’t dare to move, anchored by the crushing weight of what he's done, as the sounds of Gabriel's cries fade into the background.
"Gabriel," he whispers, the name escaping his lips like a vow. A promise of redemption. And with that single word, Miguel knows he'll move heaven and earth to protect his child.
Part 4 "Webs of Redemption"
Hello, you wonderful souls! I want to say a big thank you for your patience and kind words about this series. I really appreciate each of your sweet comments and messages – they mean so much to me. Thank you all for the insightful ideas and suggestions you contributed for part 3. I've incorporated as many of your concepts as I could because they're simply brilliant. I'm eager to hear more of your thoughts, criticisms, and proposals for part 4. I also want to give a special thanks to Jess, @wolfjessedragon . Her inspiration and amazing ideas were the driving force behind Part 3, and I couldn't have written it without her! love you guys, keep being awesome!
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parfaitblogs · 3 months ago
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so high school ❀ s. reid x reader
in which you're a little too drunk, and your boyfriend is here to help.
pairing: spencer reid x fem!reader genre: fluff tags: established relationship. idiots in love. alcohol/drinking. reader is wearing makeup and a dress. reader's bsf referred to by she/her if that means anything? fade to black (no literally. they fall asleep. "awwww" the crowd says). semi nudity but it isn’t sexual, he’s just changing her clothes. word count: 1.6k a/n: shoutout to the affectionate yapper drunks we're the best. this was in fact written whilst i was intoxicated like two weeks ago at a party. the sober proofreading clean up was BRUTAL. but i did it. "we're proud of you lia!" we all say in unison. this was the fluff i was talking about in this post. i still don’t remember all of that night but i remembered enough to finish this fic!
You had too much to drink. Way too much.
Not that you'd admit that out loud — you just haven't eaten a lot! you protested when your friends had scolded you. But they saw the sixth drink of the night get downed in mere minutes, on top of the drinks you had all drank before even leaving the house. That's when your protests turned into pregaming too hard, which turned into, okay maybe you're right, which eventually led to you sitting on the curb outside the club you had gone to.
Your knees tucked to your chest, your fingers fiddling with the phone charm hanging off the device, head leaning on your best friend's shoulder, who was waiting with you for the real thing you were scared of. 
Your boyfriend. 
Not actually scared of him, but he was very aware of how much you have had to drink — courtesy of your awfully typed drunk messages throughout the night that consisted of hiiii and i love youuuu and an incredulous amount of blurry photos of you and your friends.
He had indulged in your antics for an hour or two, amused by your attitude. But you said something briefly about being tired, and he had realised that you had had one too many, and offered to pick you up. Which, as your friends slowly started agreeing that they too were tired. you decided it was for the better.
You were rubbing your eyes — despite the makeup on them, successfully resulting in raccoon eyes, as you so graciously called it every time it happened (Spencer had adopted the phrase too, and loved to say it whenever you were crying with mascara on. It was a good way to cheer you up, usually). 
You heard his car before you saw it — the God awful sound of his 1965 Volvo engine was loud, even over the music from the bustling clubs around you and your friend.
Then you saw it pull to a stop half a block away, and your lips pushed out into a pout as you — very awkwardly — pulled yourself up to a standing position. Thankfully, Spencer had already made it to you by the time you felt prepared enough to take a step, because his arm was slipping around your waist and keeping you upright milliseconds before you could fall. 
"Hi," you chirped, grinning up at him. 
"Hey there," he said, brushing the hair that had stuck to your face back, glancing over you, assessing your condition. "Do you remember how much you've had?"
"Yes, wait," you huffed, holding our hands out in front of you. "I had the tequila shots at home, then the vodka sunrise when I got here, then we all did a round of shots, then—"
"—So, you've had too much," he cut you off, and you solemnly nodded your head. He looked past you at your friend, who was in just as much of a state as you. "Does she need a ride home too?"
If you were any less intoxicated, you would've smiled at the offer, as you usually did. Probably the best part about dating Spencer Reid — he was so likeable, he was close with your own friends. 
You called her name, asked the question, and confirmed you had heard her answer with a nod when she explained she was waiting for an Uber home. 
"I can drop her home," he pressed, eyebrows furrowing. "She's on the way. It's no problem."
But her Uber had arrived soon after he spoke, and both of you knew she'd just be losing money if she cancelled it now.
"I guess you're stuck with me," you said, at the same time he began to tug you along in the direction of his car. 
"How terrible," he mused.
"Agreed."
He helped you into the passenger's seat, pulling the seatbelt over your body — despite your insistence that you could do it, clicking it into place. He wound down the window with the handle, which you graciously leaned your head against once the door had been closed for you.
You didn't really register the time between being in the car and getting to Spencer's apartment, the final drink you had drank settling into your body and disengaging you from the world around you until he was leading you in past his door (you hadn't even noticed he unlocked it?) and towards the bathroom. 
"This isn't your bed," you had complained when he helped you up onto the counter, rummaging in the cabinets behind your head — his hand on the back of it so you wouldn't accidentally lean back and hit them. 
"You're very observant," he replied, leaning back and nudging your legs apart so he could stand between them. 
"Thank you."
You felt his breath on your face as he laughed, eyes following his each and every movement whilst he wet a cotton pad with micellar water. You smiled at that.
You had told him — in passing — a month ago that you could never go to bed in your makeup. No matter how exhausted you were. You were usually quite good with it, though you hadn't been in a state since then where you might've forgotten it until now. 
And he remembered.
"Close your eyes," he said, and you obeyed immediately, your tongue poking out between your teeth as you grinned. "Why're you smiling?"
"You're taking my makeup off."
He hummed, silent for a few seconds as he pressed the cotton pad to your eye. "I should get you drunk more often. You seem to notice things a lot better."
"Shut it."
He laughed, again, and you found yourself joining as he pulled the cotton pad away from your eye, allowing you to blink it open. 
"Oh, you look so pretty like this," he mused, and you knew your makeup was everywhere around your eye. He forced your eyelid closed again, so he could keep wiping the smudged makeup off. 
"You're so mean to me," you grumbled.
"Why do you say that?"
"Just 'cause."
"Just 'cause?" he repeats back to you, and you nodded your head, providing no other explanation. He seemed to accept that, because he didn't say anything else as he moved to wipe off your other eye.
Eventually your makeup was off, and he helped you off the sink, turning you around so he could find the zipper of your dress. 
Which had you laughing and turning around to face him. 
"Take me on a date first, Dr. Reid," you said, catching his hands, and he stared at you in disbelief for a few moments.
He was stronger than you were, and while he usually didn't make a show of proving it, when he did, you were a swooning mess. 
Like currently, as he didn't say anything, a sigh escaping his lips whilst his hands found your hips and turned you back around. One hand held you firmly in place, as the other tugged down the zipper of your dress.
"I'm getting you some clothes. Please, stay here," he said, his voice so close to your ear your knees wobbled for more than just your lowered control over your bodily functions. 
Despite the want to defy him, like usual, you stayed put, eyes flickering around the bathroom you had been in so many times before, your dress pooling at your feet. 
He returned with a t-shirt, resting it on the sink as his fingers found your bra and unclasped it, ignoring the way you danced your shoulders, wickedly grinning at him through the mirror. 
"What?"
"I think we're moving awfully fast," you said. "I would like you to take me on a date first."
"I have seen you naked plenty times before," he answered.
"I held my tongue all the other times."
"I'm sure you did."
He tugged the shirt over your head, manoeuvring your arms through the holes, considering you were an expert at going limp in the worst of times, it seemed. 
"And," he added, spinning you back around. "I have taken you on a date. Many. Thirty-three, to be exact." 
"Thirty-four is the magic number I make my boyfriend's wait until they see me naked for the first time," you replied.
"I see. I will work on making it thirty-four, then."
"I think you just want to see me naked."
"You've figured me out," he poked your side again, causing you to crunch your body out of the way with a laugh. "C'mon, let's get you into bed."
You were incredibly complicit, nodding your head and bouncing on your heels in front of him, taking a dive into his bed and finding refuge in the side you always slept on — decorated by the (singular) silk pillow case you had forced onto his bed. Because it is so much better for your hair, as you had argued when he denied you of purchasing him one as well. 
He thought it was stupid. You had the evidence to back you up. So then, he didn't like being wrong and threw a tantrum about it. Or something like that. 
You stared up at the ceiling, staring at the constellation above your head, that was resting comfortably on his chest. He had rearranged them six months into your relationship, Orion mapped out on his ceiling with glow in the dark stars after you had briefly mentioned liking the constellation a lot. He said it took him a week to get it right, but he wanted to do it for you. 
You tear up a little every time you see it. Which is perhaps too often. 
"Did you have fun tonight?" he murmured, fingers entangling in your hair.
"I did," you responded, voice overwhelmed with exhaustion, followed by a quiet yawn, that he caught too. "You're tired."
"You're giving Sherlock Holmes a run for his money tonight," he said, and you huffed a singular laugh. "I am tired," he then added. "So are you."
"I am," you agreed. 
"Goodnight, angel."
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pandorxxx · 2 years ago
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Watch and Learn
Neteyam (23), Lo’ak (22), Jake (Too damn old but we love a good dilf😮‍💨) x omatikayan fem reader (21)
[it took me 4 cinnamon pop tarts and the entire HSM 3 album to write this😌. I got to the good part when “a night to remember” came on😎]
Tags: @touchedflowers helped with this storyline. Love you girlyyy🫶🏽❤️
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🔞Minors, do not interact🔞
Warnings: SMUT THE HOUSE, p in v, squirting, cumming, cursing, hair pulling, orgasms (multiple)
“Where the hell are those boys.” Jake whispered to himself as his sons were late to the war party meeting, yet again.
“Should we just start without them?” Norm questioned, as he looked out into the crowd of warriors. Jake sighed, looking around before he spoke.
“I’ll go find them, just keep the warriors here! I’ll be back.” He commanded as he walked off to find lo’ak and Neteyam.
It had been around 20 minutes since Jake decided to go look for his sons, with no luck.
“I am going to kill them, I swear to G-“ he stopped in his tracks when he heard faint whimpering and screaming. He snapped his head towards the sound, noticing that it was coming from your hut.
“Shit…y/n!” Jake shouts, running towards the hut.
“Y/n, are you hu- what the HELL is going on in HERE??!!” Jake stopped in his tracks with a shocked look as he watched the scene infront of him:
Y/n, sitting on the table, completely naked as lo’ak stood between her legs. Neteyam, fondling her breasts harshly. The boys look up, scrambling to get their cloths back on.
“We- i” Neteyam starts, getting cut off.
“We- i, my ass! I thought she was dying, but you two knuckleheads are just in here trying to kill her I see.” Jake started with his hands on his hips.
“Why do you have her on the table like that, boy? That’s not the right angle! You’ll never get her to cum in that angle! We talked about this!” Jake explained, gesturing angrily.
“Yes, sir.” Lo’ak says sharply as he picked you up, placing you on the ground. Jake shakes his head before snapping his head at Neteyam.
“And what the hell were you doing, boy? Squeezing her breasts like that? What have I always told you?” Jake shouted, pointing his finger at an ashamed Neteyam.
“Tease ‘em, don’t squeeze ‘em…” he answered, barely above a whisper.
“That’s right!” Jake nodded, snapping his head at your small frame as stood between his sons.
“Y/n, how were they treating you, babygirl?” He asked, looking into your innocent eyes, as you swayed back and forth.
“Uhhh, they were fine.” You nod, covering your chest with your arms.
“Fine.” Jake smirked sarcastically, darting his eyes between the two boys.
“How in the absolute HELL were you two just fine….THERE ARE TWO OF YOU FOR CRYING OUT LOUD.” He gestured angrily, shaking his head.
“Let me show you two knuckleheads something.” Jake said, walking over to you. You couldn’t help but blush, smiling in your hand before meeting jakes eyes. You almost broke your neck trying to stare at him, as he towered over your small frame. He picked you up with ease and placed you on the table. The boys watching their dads every move. He placed you on the table, and turned it so that the boys could see everything.
“First of all…never EVER put her in this position again. If you want to fuck her like this, she has to be on the wall so her back is supported.” He explained sternly. The boys nodded in agreement.
“if you want to make her cum…” he started, taking you off of the table, turning you around so that your ass was on his already throbbing cock.
“You wanna put her like this.” He bent you over slightly, holding you by the bends of your elbows.
“Now if you want her to squirt” he picked you up by your hair, making you whimper. He grabbed the back of your thigh, placing it on the end of the table.
“You put her in this position, got it?” He snapped his head at the boys, as they nodded in unison.
“Good, now let me show the difference.” He put you in the previous position as he untied his loincloth, letting it drop to the ground. Your eyes widened at the feeling of his tip rubbing against your clit.
“You don’t just shove it in, you tease her first, and then….” He slowly slid into you, making your mouth fly open at him filling you to capacity.
“You slide it in, slooooowly” he explained, placing one his huge hands on your hip. He looked at his sons to meet their attentive gaze, before looking down at you.
“How you doing, sweetie?” Jake asked you, pulling your hair out of your face.
“F-fine, sir!” you grunt, trying to get used to his size, as his sons were no where near the size of him.
“You always wanna check on her, making sure she’s ok. What’s the fun if you’re hurting her? Or she’s not into it? Like watch this.” He thrusted into you slowly, causing you to let out a light moan.
The boys watched you, getting aroused all over again.
“It’s all about the angles, too. The sweetspot is upwards, so you wanna thrust upwards, like this.” He angles his hips, thrusting up into you, making your eyes roll back, letting out the prettiest moan.
“You keep doing that, and she’ll cum in no time.” He started to thrust into you, fast and deep. You were a mess under him, as he continued to hit your sweetspot.
“FUCK!” You shouted, filling your high coming already.
“Watch your mouth, y/n!” Jake growled as he slapped your ass, thrusting into you at a steady pace.
“I-I’m sorry, sir!” you whimpered, as you shut your eyes tightly.
“If you really wanna get her off, just talk her through it. Tell her what she wants to here!” He shouted over your loud moans. He bent down to your ear, kissing it.
“You like when your leader fucks you sensless ,huh?” He whispered in your ear, nibbling on it. Your mouth flew open, eyes rolling to the back of your head.
“Mhmmm!” you hum with your bottom lip in your mouth. Jake kissed your neck before pinning you back to the table. You felt like you were about to explode.
Neteyam and lo’ak were both jerking off watching you become an absolute mess. Desperately waiting to get a turn.
“If you do everything that I tell you, she should-” he was interrupted by you screaming as you convulsed on his cock. He looked down to see his cock covered in your cream.
“Cum…” he chuckled, slowing down his thrusts to help you ride out your high. You were panting heavily as you tried to catch your breath. You were laying flat on the table, completely exhausted. Jake rubbed your back, comforting you.
“Now, it’s time for the main event.” He lifted you up by the back of your neck, putting your leg on the table. He lined his cock up with your throbbing cunt before sliding in slowly again. You threw your head back on him, crying out loud.
“I know, I know, you’re alright.” He tapped your stomach in an attempt to calm you down, before thrusting into you, at a steady pace. He wrapped his arms around your small waist, angling his thrusts upwards. You felt your high coming again, but more intense.
“Right when you feel her clench around you, that’s when you rub her clit.” He reached around to demonstrate. Your knees buckle, as the pleasure became too much. You scream out loud, as your eyes rolled back. You felt the knot in your stomach unravel as you squirted everywhere.
Neteyam and lo’ak’s eyes widened at your intense release.
Jake pulled out of slowly, as your juices ran down your legs. You were still shaking from your orgasm, laying on the table to calm yourself. Jake looked down at you, and then back at the boys, putting his hands on his hips.
“Ok, both of you pick one position, and make her orgasm. You can pick any method, I don’t give a damn, Got it?” He looked between the two boys, as they looked at each other.
“Neteyam, you go first boy.” Neteyam nodded, walking over to your limp body. He looked back at his dad, not knowing what to do with you in this state.
“She’s fine, just alittle tired. You got this, don’t be nervous, boy!” Jake clapped, before resting his hands on his hips again.
Neteyam looked back at you, leaning down to your ear.
“Uhhh, y/n? are yo-“ neteyam was cut off by lo’ak laughing.
“Dad, you should’ve let me go first. He’s being a wuss!” Lo’ak gestured towards Neteyam.
“Hush, boy!” Jake shouted at lo’ak. He snapped his head back at Neteyam with a disappointed look. Neteyam sighed, knowing what he had to do. He didn’t want to wear you out, but he didn’t want to disappoint his father either.
He grunted loudly before pulling you up by your hair. You yelped in pain, holding onto his arm.
“That’s what I’m talking about, boy! You got it!” Jake shook his fist, watching Neteyam to see what he would do next.
“I’m sorry, y/n….” neteyam whispered in your ear before sliding into you slowly. Your eyes widened, as you bit your lip. He gently shifted his grip from your hair to the folds of your arms. He thrusted up into you slowly, trying to take it easy on you.
“Mmmmm, don’t stop!” You moaned, letting your head go limp. Neteyams eyes widened at your response to his thrusts, making him speed up his pace.
“Yes!!! Yes!! yessss!!!” You cried as you felt him repeatedly hit your spot. He bit his lip, leaning down to your ear.
“You look so pretty, moaning on my cock.” He whispered, licking your ear lobe. Your eyes rolled back as you felt your high approaching quickly.
“That’s it, boy!” Jake shouted as he watched his oldest son dominate you, like a real man is supposed to.
“NETEYAMMMM” you whined, reaching to grab his hand. He intertwined his fingers with your as he clenched his jaw, watching you come undone on his cock. He looked down to see your cream covering his cock. He slowed down, letting you ride out your high.
“Like a real warrior! That’s what I’m talking about, boy!” Jake shouted proudly.
Neteyam pulled out of you slowly, gently laying you back down on the table, before walking away. Jake patted him on the back, followed by clapping.
“Ok lo’ak, it’s your turn, boy!” Jake motioned for him to step up. Lo’ak smirked at Neteyam before walking off.
“You made her cum, how cute. Now watch me make her squirt, dumbass!” He shook his head, walking towards your limp body with such confidence. He reached you, immediately pulling you up by your hair, placing your leg on the table .
“Ok, boy! Bold move, trying to make her squirt. Don’t get discouraged if she doesn’t, it takes a lot of practice.” Jake explained to lo’ak, but he wasn’t listening. He knew he was gonna have you screaming in a few.
He slowly slid into you, making you hum at the emptiness in you being filled for the third time. He started off slow, thrusting up into you. Your hums rapidly turned into loud moans as you felt him hit your spot repeatedly. He got carried away, grabbing you by your neck from behind, speeding up his pace.
your mouth flew opened, as you felt your high coming for the forth time that night. You gripped the hand wrapped around your neck as a tear fell on your cheek.
“Good job, boy! Now rub her clit, she’s over the edge!” Jake shouted
Lo’ak massaged your clit, causing your knees to buckle. He held you up with one arm wrapped around your tiny waist. He leaned down to your neck, leaving hickeys before he made his was up to your ear. His fangs grazed your earlobe before he spoke.
“Squirt…” and on command, your whole body shook violently, as you screamed his name. You squirted all over his stomach and thighs. He thrusted up into you slowly, making you shake with every stroke.
“SHIT!!” You panted, biting your lip. He pulled out of you slowly, watching your juices fall to the ground, trickling down your legs. He let you down gently before walking away.
“Goddammit, boy!!! That’s how you do it!!” Jake shouted, turning towards the boys.
“I’m proud of both of you!!! Good job!” he smiled, before looking back at your almost lifeless body. He chuckled as he watched you twitched occasionally.
“Now, get her cleaned up, and get to the damn meeting!” He shouted putting his loincloth back on, before walking out of the hut.
The brothers looked at each other, and stared back at you, laid across the table.
“Do you think she’s ok?” Neteyam asked, still staring at you. Lo’ak stared at you before speaking.
“I’m not going to lie” lo’ak started with a sarcastic grin, as he looked back at Neteyam.
“I have no idea, bro…”
Okayyyy, this low key good mannn, i like it a lot.I’m veryyy surprised that I haven’t seen more fanfics with all 3 of them but hey, I like to be first anyway😎. I will be working on other suggestions throughout the week so look out for that. Anywaysss love y’all, and I’ll see y’all later.
Outtie ❤️🖖🏾,
Pandorxx
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hopelesslydevoted2paige · 5 months ago
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can you do a fic about going live with Emily Engstler? love you're writing btw bb!!! 🫶🏻
MY GIRL || EMILY ENGSTLER
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summary — emily and reader go live and answer questions that lead to cute moments
pairings: emily engstler x gf!reader
word count: 443
warnings: none
authors note: my first request! thank you soo much i hope you like it 🫶
“Is this okay?” Emily leaned her phone against the water bottle.
Your face lit up. “Wait! I’ll get my phone holder. It should be somewhere in the bathroom-“ You slowly stand up but Emily was fast to wrap an arm around your waist and pull you back into her lap.
She shakes her head. “Want you here with me.” She clicked on the live button. “Oops, looks like I started it. Too late baby.” She kisses the side of your head.
You roll your eyes playfully and slide off her lap to sit in the vacant spot on the couch.
She frowns, hoping to make you feel bad. Knowing you wouldn’t budge, she decides to place her hand on your knee. Giving it gentle strokes from time to time.
“Hi guys!” You leaned forward to try and read some of the comments. “I finally convinced Em to go live for you guys.”
“Not that it took that much convincing.” She said under her breath.
You give her a playful glare before scrolling through the comments.
emilyshousewife1: YOU GUYS ARE SO CUTE IM CRYING
username18: “thank you y/n” we all say in unison
ilovewnba28: show us ur tattoos!!
“Em, someone’s asking you to show your tattoos.” You face her.
“I guess I’ll just show them the new one I got recently.” You furrowed your brows in confusion. “What new one?”
She chuckles and you couldn’t help but feel butterflies fly around in your stomach.
She leans towards the camera and holds up the loose strands of hair behind her ear. “I don’t know if you guys can see that..”
You help her hold her hair up to get a better view of the tattoo. “It’s a.. kiss mark?”
She nods and makes eye contact with you, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ear.
“I was supposed to show you this on our 1 year anniversary.” She smiles softly. “I know how much you love to kiss that area, especially after my games. I got it because I want to be able to feel like I’m with you, even when I’m not.” It was true. Whenever you hugged her, you’d gotten used to kissing the back of her ear instead of the top of her head. One of the reasons may also be the fact that she’s a bit too tall.
You leaned into her side, tears threatening to fall down your face. “I love you.”
She wrapped her arm around your shoulder. “I love you too baby. You realize we’re still on live, right?”
The next day, both of your notifications blew up with clips and edits of the two of you.
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steddieas-shegoes · 9 months ago
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On school picture day, Steve always gets the kids ready. It’s not that Eddie doesn’t want to, it’s that he kind of hates making them dress up for a photo when 99% of the time, they’re just kids.
Except Steve had to go to a training conference for guidance counselors this week and picture day is happening whether they like it or not.
Their oldest, Jules, can do everything herself now. Prefers it, actually. She’s been extremely independent since she turned 10 a few months ago and neither of them try to stop her.
But their twins are only six, and James and Connor are like tornadoes who interrupted a category five hurricane and wore their most stained clothes while doing it.
“Let’s at least brush your hair,” Eddie suggested, already mentally preparing for the arguments that would cause. “Just for the picture and then you can mess it up however you want.”
“But daddy lets us wear it crazy!” Connor lies.
“And he lets us take off our shirts!” James lied even more.
“You guys don’t even know how to lie right,” Jules said as she finished braiding her own hair.
“We don’t lie!” They said in unison.
Eddie used to think the twins talking and doing things at the same time was just coincidence, but now he knows it has to be some kind of evolutionary benefit to outsmart the parents.
“Let’s call daddy then and ask,” Eddie said, immediately being met with silence. “Oh, can we not? If he lets you do that stuff, then it shouldn’t be a problem right?”
The twins shake their heads.
“Great!” Eddie pulls his cell phone out of his pocket and pretends to dial Steve. Steve’s not gonna answer, so he just sends a quick text to let him know it’s fine and to let it ring to voicemail. He holds the phone up to his ear as it rings twice and then goes to voicemail. “Hey sweetheart. You know how it’s picture day? Mhm. Well the twins told me you usually let them just go without brushing their hair or even wearing a shirt! I thought that sounded silly. So you don’t?”
“Wait! Okay we lied a little!” Connor yelled, suddenly panicking at being caught.
“And maybe a lot!” James added, already trying to climb Eddie’s side so he could reach for the phone.
“I’ll go get them ready, love you, bye!” Eddie rushed out and hung up so he could hold James safely. “I think you think I’m a fool.”
“No dad, you just let us be crazy,” James said.
“So does your daddy. Just not on picture day. You know the rules. We do this for him, right? We get nice and handsome and we smile for the camera so we can hang the pictures on the fridge.” Eddie glanced at last year’s school photos, resisting the urge to cry at how big they’d all gotten so quickly. James was missing three teeth now, Connor seemingly lost a ton of his baby fat early, and Jules had started wearing earrings. “He likes seeing your faces on the fridge.”
“But can’t we just wear our regular clothes?” Connor begged from his other side.
Eddie looked down at what they were wearing. It wasn’t that bad. No stains, at least. And no holes. That was rare for them.
“You can wear these clothes if you let me make your hair look nice,” Eddie bargained.
“Daddy’s gonna kill you,” Jules said with her arms crossed.
“He loves me too much. Plus who else would do the dishes every night? He can’t kill me!” Eddie joked, tickling James before setting him down on the floor. “To the bathroom, my princes! Make haste!”
They ran for the bathroom quickly, nearly tripping over each other in the process.
Eddie’s phone vibrated in his hand with a text from Steve that just said ‘if they don’t brush their hair for pictures, Santa won’t come.’
Eddie texted back quickly: so cruel. as his most sexiest elf, I wouldn’t pass over their house.
Steve sent a ‘🙄’ and then a ‘😘’.
Eddie pocketed his phone and went to help the boys with their hair.
When they got the pictures back a month later, Steve shook his head, but couldn’t quite hide the fond smile.
James and Connor both forgot to give normal smiles into the camera.
But their hair looked almost perfect.
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lucyrose191 · 1 year ago
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A SHARED HISTORY| S.VETTEL
Paring Sebastian Vettel x Fem!driver!reader
Summary; Moments that Sebastian Vettel and reader have had throughout their careers together both on and off track.
Warnings; None, fluff.
F1 Master List , Part 2 , Part 3
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Sebastian and Y/N walked into the camera shot, sitting next to each other on the sofa, looking into the camera lens.
"We hereby announce our joint retirement at the end of the 2022 season" they spoke in unison.
📍Italian Grand Prix, 2008
"And Sebastian Vettel passes the checkered flag, taking his first ever win in formula one at the Italian Grand Prix!"
Y/N lifted herself out of her RedBull car after parking in the P2 slot, not wasting any time before running in the direction of her best friend who was getting hugs and pats from the Toro Rosso team.
She jumped into his arms just as he turned around causing him to let out an "Oof!" as he stumbled back into the barriers from the sudden surprise attack.
"I'm so proud of you, Seb! I wouldn't want to come second to anyone else!" Sebastian closed his eyes at her words before tightening his arms around her and lifted her feet from the ground, spinning her around and laughing happily.
"Sebastian, you're going to be joining Y/N at RedBull next year. What do you think she's going to be like as a teammate?"
Sebastian's face upturned into a smile at the mention of Y/N's name, to say he was looking forward to being teammates next year was an understatement. He had a very good feeling about it.
He leant towards the microphone that the interviewer was holding "Well I think it will be great, I've known her for a long time and I'm happy to say I'm at the point where I understand what she's saying, it's taken a while to get used to her accent"
"...You just wait sunshine, you just wait... I just need those two cars... Rosberg P4.... Kubica P5.... DU BIST WELTMEISTER!"
Sebastian immediately started crying, he was world champion! "Thank you boys! Unbelievable! Unbelievable! Thank you, I love you"
"Let's not forget, mate. You are the youngest world champion in F1 history, you're allowed to cry mate, you're allowed to cry"
"Y/N L/N you are a formula one World Champion!!!!"
She couldn't believe what she was hearing through her head set as she flashed by the checkered flag, tears streamed down her face underneath her helmet as she raised her fist in victory whilst driving her cool down lap.
She had done it, she had actually gone and done it.
The first ever female formula one world champion!
"Sebastian Vettel you are a two time World Champion!"
"Sebastian Vettel, Three time World Champion!"
"Four time World Champion, Sebastian Vettel everyone!"
2014
Y/N screamed as Sebastian jumped out of the door of her motor home just as she was about to open it, the German himself fell to the floor in hysterical laughter at the look of horror he saw on her face.
"What the fuck, Sebastian!" She yelled, Seb got up and ran away still laughing knowing she'd be out for revenge
2014
Sebastian, Y/N, Fernando and Lewis sat down, strapping their microphones around their head for the press conference to begin.
"Okay, let's begin"
A tall male with balding hair stood up and introduced himself, then started "I want to start with Sebastian, both you and Y/N are leaving RedBull this year, you to Ferrari and Y/N to Mercedes. Do you think you'll be able to have as a good of a relationship with your new teammate as you've had with Y/N"
"You're trying to get me into trouble here" Sebastian laughed nervously, shifting under Y/N's expectant gaze.
"No uhm" he began to answer seriously "Y/N and I have known each other and raced together for years so it was easy to battle each other while also working together, it's important to get along with the person you spend so much time with and I'll be happy if I have half the relationship with Kimi as I do with Y/N"
Y/N smiled brightly "I'm just that great!" She joked causing Seb to roll his eyes.
"And Y/N, how do you feel about joining Lewis at Mercedes?"
Y/N shrugged "I'm excited to be hopefully moving up in my career, Mercedes feels like a right choice for me to continue progressing. Lewis is a great driver and hopefully an even better teammate. I'll enjoy racing beside him whilst battling against him"
Sebastian rested his forehead against Y/N's, closing his eyes as he relished in the comfort that their closeness brought him. "I love you, Schatz" he whispered, not even realising that the words had fallen from his lips until he felt her step away from him.
Y/N looked up at him, her mouth was gaped open, wondering if she had heard him right. She had. She looked into his eyes and could see every emotion as he looked at her and sure enough there was love, so much love as he looked at her. "I love you too, Seb" she told him, laughing at the utter joy that shot through his face.
Sebastian shook his head. She loved him.
She loved him!
"Y/N L/N you officially have two World Championship titles, what a star!"
"Y/N L/N, three time formula one World Champion!!"
Y/N leant her body back against Seb's chest, he stood behind her, his arms wrapped around her waist with his head resting against her shoulder. She was a three time world champion, that was now seven between them.
Between them they had matched Michael Schumacher. Now if that wasn't an accomplishment, what was?
Sebastian nuzzled his head against hers, she smelt so good. "Will you be mine?" He whispered in her ear, his lips curving into a soft smile as he felt her shiver.
She didn't answer for a while, continuing to look out at the ocean and for a moment Seb thought that she was going to say no, she shook her head and he felt his heart crack.
But she had a smile on her face. "I've been yours for years, Sebastian" she told him, surprised that he hadn't known that but he wasn't the most aware person she had ever met but she wouldn't change him for anything.
"Y/N L/N, four time formula one World Champion!!"
"The rear of the car was getting all loosey goosey in the last sector there"~Sebastian Vettel
"Y/N L/N, five time formula one World Champion!!"
"Y/N L/N, six time formula one World Champion!!"
Sebastian applauded as he looked up at podium with a look of pure pride on his face, that was his girlfriend up there that was making history, not only was she a six time world champion but she was the first ever woman to achieve a world championship title for the sport.
They had shared the track together for the entirety of their Formula One careers and he felt so lucky that he had been there to witness every one of her accomplishments as she had been there for him.
They had 10 world titles between the pair of them, the history of the sport meant so much to the couple and it was overwhelming knowing that they were now a part of it.
"Everybody's a Ferrari fan, even if they say they're not, they are a Ferrari fan" ~Sebastian Vettel
Sebastian looked up at the love of his life from his position knelt on the floor, this moment had been a long time coming but he had finally plucked up the courage to ask the most important question he would ever ask "Will you marry me, liebe?"
Y/N looked down at the man that owned her heart, there was no hesitation in her answer "Yes! Absolutely!" The tears that clouded her eyes had begun to drop down her cheeks.
Sebastian smiled brighter than ever at her answer, he lifted himself off the ground and took the diamond ring out of the velvet box, grabbing hold of her shaking hand and sliding the ring into her finger. He lifted her hand and pressed it to his lips before looking her in the eyes.
He had never been happier in this moment, no number of world titles would match the feeling of having her agree to spend forever with him.
Now he felt like a true champion.
"And the Vettel's are at it!" Crofty shouted as he spotted Y/N's Mercedes get up close to her husband's Ferrari, the battles between the two were something every Formula One fan looked forward too each season.
Sebastian grinned beneath his helmet as he eyed his wife's car through his mirrors. She loved to challenge him and he enjoyed the fight.
She tried to get the inside line going into the first corner but Seb managed to block her causing her to have to lock up, he went slightly wide on the second which left a gap that might be a little too small for most but she took the risk and ended up beside him on the straight.
Side by side they shot along but at the next corner. Y/N took the inside and had managed to pull away from him on the exit, successfully leaving Seb behind her.
He couldn't be mad, his wife did well, just as she always did.
HOT LAPS
Y/N got into the passenger seat of the Ferrari, her husband shutting the passenger door before making his way round to the drivers side.
She hadn't been told they were doing hot laps for Sky Sports, her PR Officer had suddenly sprung it on her but apparently Seb knew and was very excited about it.
Sebastian settled himself in behind the wheel smiling at the camera's before nudging his wife "Are you excited!?" He asked, a big smile on his face.
Y/N rolled her eyes "I'm so excited for you to kill us" her sarcasm was clear as day, she was only joking, they were both very good drivers and had 100% confidence in each other.
Sebastian's grin widened, he switched the car on after making sure Y/N had her belt on before slamming his foot down on the accelerator sending Y/N shooting back against her seat with a grunt. "Fuck me, a warning would've been nice" she huffed.
"You're meant to be asking me questions" Sebastian told her, trying not to laugh. He couldn't wait to watch this back and see her face.
Y/N picked up the cards she had in her hands as Seb skidded around a corner "Okay, What is it like to have a wife that is a better driver than you?" Her voice wavered from the movement to the car.
Sebastian scoffed "Come off it! That is not a question"
His wife laughed "It is, I mean I have the titles to prove it"
"Yeah and you never let me forget it, ask me a real question" Sebastian said, narrowly missing the track wall as he turned around another corner.
Y/N huffed, he was no fun "Okay fine, when are you going to get Instagram?" She read from the sheet.
"I'm not, I don't need it" he simply replied. Y/N sent him a cheeky smile "yeah that's because you use mine to do all of the stalking"
"Exactly" he replied, a smirk on his face. They both kept their home life private but they did share the rare photo of some of the activities they did away from racing.
Y/N laughed as she read the next question which made Seb a little nervous "Who do you prefer as a teammate, me or Kimi?" She asked.
Sebastian guffawed "I'm not answering that" he replied which earned him an incredulous look "oh so you have to think about it?" She asked.
"You're both good for different reasons" he said.
"Okay so what is Kimi good for that I'm not?" She asked with a look that dared him to answer.
"Some peace and quiet" he muttered under his breath causing Y/N to gasp and slap his arm "That is just rude!" She said, pretending to be offended.
"I'm joking" he told her with a cheeky grin before slamming on the brakes as they reached the pits.
Y/N crept up behind Sebastian who was in the middle of an interview, she looked at the camera and placed her finger to her lips, warning the interviewer and the camera man to be quiet.
Those who saw what she was up to stopped to watch, trying to hide their amused smirks and giggles as Sebastian remained blissfully unaware, too focused on answering questions.
She got up right behind him and before he could sense the presence behind him she raised her arm up and poured the ice cold water over his head.
Sebastian shrieked and spluttered as everyone laughed, turning around he came face to face with the proud smile of his wife. He shook his head like a wet dog causing water to splatter everywhere, he launched himself at her. Y/N screamed, trying to run away but she was too slow, her husband had caught her and had pulled her into his chest, rubbing himself all over her to get her wet as payback.
Everyone in the Formula One world loved the prank wars that occurred in the paddock between the married couple.
DRIVE TO SURVIVE
"My name is Sebastian Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Scuderia Ferrari"
"My name is Y/N Vettel and I'm a Formula One driver for Mercedes AMG Petronas... yes! Fuck you Lewis... that's how you do it!"
"Seb's a four time world champion, and one of the most ruthless, brilliantly effective racing drivers that I've ever seen... You don't lose that ability overnight" ~Will Buxton
"Y/N just has this fire about her when she's on the track, she's one of the most determined and skilled driver's in the whole of formula one, I think her six World titles show that" ~Toto Wolff
GRILL THE GRID
Daniel Ricciardo threw his head back and sighed "I think the Vettel's will get those, they're both nerds"
"I have all the time I need?" Sebastian asked the filming crew who nodded in response.
S: "Lewis 2020,
      Y/N 2019,2018,2017,2016,2015, 2014
Y: Seb was 2013,2012,2011 and 2010
     2009 was Jenson Button
     2008 Lewis
S: Kimi 2007
    2006 and 2005 was Fernando
    2004,2003,2002,2001,2000 was Michael
Y: 1999 and 1998 was Hakkinen
     1997.... Villeneuve
Time skip
S: 1953 and 1952 was Ascari
    1951 was Fangio
S&Y: and the first one was Farina
The filming crew couldn't believe it, they clapped for the pair whilst shaking their heads in disbelief. The couple really were a pair made in heaven.
Y/N looked at the crew with a proud, excited smile on her face "Did I do it!?"
The crew nodded, Y/N's mouth dropped open before she smiled at the camera and bowed "I'm so proud of myself right now"
"Sebastian got them all right too" the camera man told her. Y/N laughed "Of course he did, who do you think taught me"
Y/N and Sebastian had just raced their last ever race in formula one, she had managed to get on the podium which was a great way to finish her career, one last trophy.
The drivers had all lined up to give the couple a last send off which was really sweet.
"Y/N! Sebastian! Can I get you for one last interview before you leave? I know you're probably sick of all the questions" Natalie Pinkham asked.
She was right, they were tired of all the questions but everyone had a soft spot for Natalie so it only felt right that she should be their last interviewer of the paddock and so the couple walked up to her.
"I was wondering if you could tell us a bit about your decision to retire together, I know you already explained a lot when it was announced but is there anything else that you have to add?" She asked, holding out the microphone between the couple.
Sebastian's hand settled on Y/N's back, his thumb stoking up and down, encouraging her to speak first.
"It wasn't an easy decision and we know that we definitely had the opportunity to continue racing but we have goals outside of formula one that we want to accomplish together and feel now is the time to work towards those goals, Seb and I entered formula one together and it feels right to leave it together too, it's great knowing that we quite literally went through the entire thing with each other"
Sebastian smiled lovingly down at his wife, she had described it perfectly. He knew she still loved racing just as she had when she first started and truly she had only agreed to retire because he had chosen to and she didn't want to race without him on the grid with her but he had lost his spark, he has tried to persuade her to continue but she was adamant.
"How about you, Sebastian?" Natalie asked, tilting the microphone closer to him.
"I think she worded it perfectly, I couldn't think of anyone better to spend my career with, formula one has given us both a lot of special memories but it's time for us to move onto the next step and you'll probably still see us around at some point"
Natalie nodded with a smile and thanked them before letting them get on their way.
Sebastian brought Y/N into a hug, holding her tight against his chest. "This is it, it's over now." He mumbled.
Y/N hummed into his race suit "Maybe. But it's the start of something better"
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sssilverstoned · 9 months ago
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couples quiz ꩜ ln4
type: transcription from a youtube video
The GQ couples quiz goes precisely how you both, and your PR teams, expect it to
lily said: i just love world building (even if im not the best at it) so i can't ever leave a concept or pairing alone, so it goes!
part 1 part 2 part 3 2.5ish interlude
Y/N: Why do I feel like I left the oven on in the kitchen?
Lando: Well, because you did. I turned it off on our way out, don't worry about it.
y/n turns to the camera with a bright smile, and lando smiles at the sight of her own.
Y/N: My hero, everyone!
Y/N: And um, I guess we're getting started now? So hi, I'm Y/N L/N, a model and creative director currently based out of Europe.
Lando: And I'm Lando Norris, a driver for McLaren Racing's Formula 1 Team, and this is the GQ couples quiz. And if I may add, I absolutely think I'm going to win.
Y/N: I'm not even dignifying that with banter.
lando turns to the camera, an eyebrow raised.
Lando: Fun fact: Y/N's quite genuinely the most competitive person I've met in my entire life.
y/n's jaw drops with a scoff.
Y/N: No shot! You race for a living, for crying out loud.
Lando: Trust me, Love, you take the cake.
y/n rolls her eyes with no charge, a smile still on both of their faces and small looks exchanged between the two of them,
Y/N: Alright, you first. What's my favorite color?
Lando: (your favorite color), easy. it's the color of your phone case right now too.
Y/N: Yup. What's my favorite place I've traveled?
Lando: You loved Venice, no?
y/n winces, weighing her hands back and forth.
Y/N: I did, but that's not my favorite. In my whole life, I'd say,
Both: Jamaica!
they laugh at their unison.
Lando: And I knew that, I knew that! Because of your grandparents.
y/n nods fondly, giggling at how lando beats himself up about getting one wrong.
Y/N: Alright, what am I most scared of?
Lando: You're petrified of spiders.
y/n gags, and shudders.
Y/N: Don't even get me started.
lando turns to the camera with a faux look of exhaustion.
Lando: This girl refused to go into our bedroom for 3 hours once when I was out because there was a spider on the vanity.
Y/N: Whatever. Where did I go to school?
Lando: Switzerland and New York, very posh.
Y/N: You're calling me posh?
Lando: Can't the pot and the kettle both be black?
a producer bursts out in laughter in the background, making the couple do the same. there's a fondness in both their eyes as they double over in laughter.
Y/N: Okay, okay, almost done. What food do I love and hate?
Lando: You hate mushrooms, and for some reason, you really don't like salmon. As for what you do like, you get stir-fry and noodles a lot, but only from specific places. And you love tomato soup, that's the number one.
Y/N: Right again, nice baby! You make a good one now, by the way.
he winks at her.
Y/N: Who is my celebrity crush?
lando scoffs.
Lando: Dylan O'Brien.
Y/N: Forever and ever. My birthday?
Lando: March 10th, a spicy pisces, as you say.
Y/N: Hey, Olivia Rodrigo herself called me that.
Lando: And what about Scorpios?
Y/N: Nope, not your turn yet, I've got one last question.
lando takes a dramatic breath.
Lando: Alright, hit me with it.
Y/N: Where did we go on our first date?
a big smile grows on lando's face.
Lando: We went to a music show one of our friends recommended, and we both thought it was awful but didn't say anything because we didn't want to leave and have the date be over, so we listened to the most shit jazz music for an hour and a half just to be around each other.
Y/N: Best result from the worst music I've ever heard.
Lando: Ditto. Now, hand me the cards, yeah? I'm about to stump you so good.
the camera transitions to y/n now in the hotseat answering questions, lando teasingly taking his job very seriously with the question cards.
Lando: Alright. Where am I from?
Y/N: Bristol, thought you said you'd stump me?
Lando: This is literally question 1?
lando turns to the producers.
Lando: You see what I mean? Ferocious.
Lando: Moving on, what is our favorite show to watch together?
Y/N: We're rewatching Prison Break, so I'd say that?
Lando: I'll give you that one. Ugh, what was I wearing when we first met? Fucks sake, can we skip this one?
y/n sputters over him.
Y/N: Absolutely not, we're not skipping over this!
Lando: Oh come on, Love-
Y/N: I swear to you, the very first time I met Lando, he came to my 18th birthday party in a full on basketball kit!
Lando: I was told it was "Space Jam" themed!
Y/N: As in dress like you're in space, you fool! Not the Michael Jordan and Bugs Bunny movie!
Lando: Needless to say, I was mortified. Seems like she still thought I was cute though, no?
another wink is sent to the camera.
Lando: What's your biggest pet peeve about me?
Y/N: You spoil everything. I can't ever watch a show or a movie without you walking in and going, "Oh, this is the episode before he dies." Like? Who does that?
Lando: Yeah, ah, guilty. Working on it. Eh, not really. What's my nickname for you?
Y/N: Cradle robber.
another producer reacts to this. a sputtering shock of laugh. "you call her WHAT?"
Y/N: We're the same age, mind you.
Lando: Wrong, you've been alive 8 months longer than me on this planet! 3/4 of a year, mind you. But I've got real nicknames for you.
Y/N: Yeah, you do. You call me Love, more than you say my name, so it always feels odd when you do say it.
lando doesn't respond with his voice, but the fond look in his eyes and nod at her answer.
Lando: What irritates me the most?
Y/N: About me? Or, like, in life?
Lando: Life, nothing irritates me about you.
Y/N: Oh, please. But, in life, you're pretty irritable when it comes to selfish people. You've always been like that, though, very compassionate and not a fan of people who aren't.
Lando: Very true, never thought of it like that, I guess. Just don't be an asshole, you know?
Y/N: See? Irritated.
Lando: Anyway. We're on our last question, so I guess you've won because it's not a point question.
Y/N: I won't rub this one in your face, just because you've been a great interviewer.
he gives her a gracious nod, and y/n rolls her eyes.
Lando: You'll never ever know how grateful I am. Final Question, what's something that you weren't expecting about me that you love about me?
Y/N: Oh goodness, are you wanting me to cry? Well, I think something that was initially a hard adjustment was the intensity of your racing schedule, and doing long distance sometimes. We don't really see each other sometimes, but when we do, you always sleep in. And at first it was really annoying to me, because we only have like, 3 days together, wake up! Let's do something! But once you told me that you let yourself sleep in on those days because it's a time to just, be, and we can do it together. So I guess my answer is, I wasn't expecting to love how much you love little moments. You've taught me to be grateful for things we take for granted, and I don't know, I think it's helped me through a lot.
lando stays still for a bit, an adoring look on his face as his eyes swell with what we think were happy tears. we're hoping so, at least.
Lando: I can't wait to marry you one day.
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💓 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐲 𝐛𝐢𝐫𝐭𝐡𝐝𝐚𝐲 — 𝐦. 𝐫𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞
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「 ✦ the boys planned something special for your birthday and take you on a trip to france ✦ 」
warnings: fluff, kissing, Spanish reader so used google translator. Not proof read til now
note: happy late birthday @samgonecrazy 💓🫶🏻 hope u had a wonderful one and like my little present 🎁
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"Can I please take this off now?" excitement rushed through my veins like a bullet would through a pillow. I couldn't see Mattheo but I still heard his teasing smirk in his voice. "No, princess. Not until we are there."
We sat in a car that would take me, Mattheo, Theo and Enzo to wherever. They only told me it's a surprise for my birthday and that I have to wear a blindfold so I wouldn't see to where we were driving.
After a few more minutes I felt the car stopping and the engine being turned off. "Nooow?" I asked again like a little impatient child. "We will tell you when you can take it off, alright?" Enzo now answered, his voice coming from behind me.
I heard the door opening and shutting, leaving me alone in the car for only a few seconds before someone opened my door for me and helped me getting out of it.
"Carefully, okay that's good." Theodore who seemed to be the one who was helping me, spoke. "Just walk with me." He intertwined our arms and started to walk into me straight direction. In the background I heard the door being shut from the trunk, Mattheo and Enzo mumbling a few things I couldn't quite hear while they walked over to us.
We slowly started walking again, passing other people talking and cars driving pass us. I heard Mattheo's voice behind me again before he came closer. "Are you ready?" "Really? Can I take it off?" I asked a little bit nervous but also excited.
Two hands pushed the blindfold over my eyes and what I saw right in front of me, was a huge airport. "The airport?" I asked slightly confused.
"We're going to France!" My eyes widened and my face fell, losing all it's color while I couldn't believe what I was hearing. "What?" I mumbled? "What's wrong? Aren't you happy?" I saw the looks on their faces and instantly felt bad. "No! I mean I am so happy! I just can't believe it.." my voice broke down a little at the last few words and I felt my eyes getting watery.
"Awww come here, there's no need to cry okay?" they all hugged me, circling me in between them and kissing my head each. "Where exactly are we going to in France?" I asked, wiping away a single happy tear on my cheek. "Vallon-Pont-d'Arc" Mattheo grinned at me. A big smile started forming on my face. "You guys are too good to me." They all shook their heads in unison. "You deserve the best, amore." Theodore smiled, knowing I loved his thick accent when he called me nicknames.
I didn't saw the side eye he got from Mattheo tho. "Wait – I don't have anything with me! I didn't pack my things!" Enzo chuckled and nodded towards a suitcase. "We told Pansy to pack your stuff in here. You have everything you need – even more. Since I'm sure Pansy took way to long to pack for just 'the necessary' things.
With that we walked inside the airport, my heart pumping faster and faster the closer we got to our gate. We were there a few hours earlier to make sure we got enough time to check in and get the flight. We found seats to sit on with a little table in front of us. Mattheo sat right next to me while Enzo and Theodore sat in front of us, on the other side of the table.
We played a few card games they bought, ate a little bit and thought about what the others may be doing on their holidays. The boys told me that Pansy wanted to come too but her parents wanted her to be at home for some reason.
The flight went really well too – besides Enzo puking into a bag when there were a few turbulences that weren't even that bad to be honest. "Dude come on, you sat on Hagrid's flying big feathered bird that you flew with through the whole sky but a little shaking makes you puke?" he teased him but Enzo just showed him his middle finger right before puking into the bag in his hands again, making the boys laugh even more.
The flight wasn't that long so we all took a little nap at some pint to be fit when we would arrive. After a while I could see France from above, having the window-seat. "It's already so beautiful." I mumbled.
I felt Mattheo's chin on my shoulder, peaking outside the window. "It really is hm?" A little shiver ran down my spine before I turned my head towards his face, our faces just a few inches apart from each other now. We looked at each others eyes without saying a word, just getting lost in each others soul.
Mattheo and I were friends. Best friends. But we weren't friends like I was with Theodore or Enzo. Of course they called me those sweet nicknames here and there but all in a flirty- friendly - harmless way. But when Mattheo did, it wasn't harmless, not to me. To me it was more.
"Dear passengers, we will be landing shortly and thank you for choosing our airline. Please get back to your seats and fasten your seat belts again"
After we landed we went straight for a taxi that drove us to our final destination. I looked outside the car window and smiled as I saw the city blurring into more nature and beautiful lakes some people sat at and laughed, looking like they felt free.
The closer we got the more excitement bubbled in my chest. We were going to be free. Free from any rules, any teachers, people who told us what we have to do. Just us.
"We are here lady's and gentleman." Theodore joked with a extra deep voice, talking through his fist so his voice slightly echoed. The car stopped and the taxi driver helped us getting all of our language out of the car. Enzo paid him and soon we walked into a camping place called "Camping Nature Parc L'Ardechois". The name stood on a sign made out of old wood, looking like it could use a new layer of fresh paint but it made it even more charming already.
The guys took the part of checking in while my eyes wandered around the Camp - as much as I could see from here. There was a little parking lot for all the cars and a few side walks where people jogged or walked down with their friends and family's. I could see a camping place from afar but also a sign with the direction for little huts, which made me wonder in what we will be staying. Now I was wondering – how long are we even staying? I turned my head back to the boys, smiling at them even tho the backs of their heads were turned towards me.
I just stood there and felt happy, relieved even to know I got those three in my life forever.
When they were ready they all walked over to me. "Come on principessa. Let's walk towards our hut." I chuckled at Theiä#s words. I should had known that they would never live in a tent for days.
We walked through the camp which got even more beautiful the more I saw of it. The hut was painted white and had a little patio with a table and 5 chairs. The grass was green and the sun in the background made it as summery as possible.
Mattheo opened the front door with a key he probably got when we arrived and checked in. "Welcome lady's" he joked, smiling at us before he stepped inside and let us follow him. We stood in a little living room with a cute couch, a coffee table and a TV. The kitchen was open and directly next to the living room. Passing the kitchen a door followed which led to a room with 2 big beds. "Oh so you guys plan on sleeping together in one bed?" I grinned, wiggling my eyebrows at them."
"Ha ha. They only had double beds." Enzo answered half joking half serious with rolling his eyes a bit too far up.
I elbowed him with a smirk on my face and set my luggage aside. "So, what are we gonna do now that we're here?" I said smiling, ready to start our little holiday together.
"Well since it's almost your birthday - " Mattheo looked at his watch while starting his sentence. " in about five hours, you should decide what you wanna do first."
They all looked at me expectingly, waiting for my answer. "Let's get ready and jump into the lake!" I giggled and opened my suitcase, searching for a bikini. When I found a few I sprinted into the bathroom, locking the door and shouting " Who's last is a loser!" I changed as fast as I could and left the bathroom running, leaving my previous clothes laying on the floor.
I ran as fast as my legs could carry me, laughing when I heard them chasing me one after one, getting closer and closer. I got closer to the lake and saw a little foot bridge where I ran to. I stopped at the end of it and took a look over my shoulder, seeing them almost catching up to me.
I turned back around, took a deep breath and sprung off the little bridge. Soon I felt the lake swallowing me down into its fresh coldness, welcoming me like an old friend of mine. As If I belonged right in here with the little fish swimming around me. I moved my arms and swam back up to the surface, hearing splashing around me from the boys just landing right in the water next to me.
I giggled loudly when they came back up, splashing water into my face with shaking their heads to get rid of the water from their hair. They pushed it back and looked even better than before.
My heart started racing again when Mattheo swam closer to me, a sweet little smile on his face, signaling me he was up to something. I shook my head from left to right and laughed, trying to get away from him but he was a good swimmer - I learned that just now - and grabbed me by my leg, pulling me back towards him until I was pressed against his chest.
"Why are you trying to get away, princess?" I giggled again, not able to control it with him that close to me. " I know you're up to something." "Oh yeah? Why do you think that?" "I know you better than anyone else." His smile faded for only a quick moment, If I wasn't looking at him so closely I wouldn't have had been able to recognize it, but I did.
"Well that's true, isn't it?" Before I could even fully register his words he grabbed me and held me in bridal-style, swinging me back and forth. "Mattheo!" I screamed, hearing the other two laughing.
I already were wet and it wouldn't make a difference but the little push of adrenaline still went through my veins. "Don't you da-" Splash.
And again, I was under water. I didn't move for a second, enjoying the feeling of it before getting up again since I could reach the ground with my feet from where we currently stood.
The rest of the day was spend with laughter and joy as you would say. But to me it was more. I was like I was with my own family, the best people I could wish for. The hours flew by in which we sunbathed, played in the lake and looked around the camp, planning what we would do this whole week here.
At some pint, each one of them disappeared for about 30 minutes, one after one, one returning the next one going. But I didn't question it. I knew they would be planning something for my upcoming birthday so I didn't say anything.
"It's ready." Enzo whispered into Mattheo's ear without letting me hear. I was throwing water bombs at Theo, his hands empty since he let his ones fall to the ground. "I'm so going to get revenge the next few days y/n!" he groaned with a little laugh at the end.
I threw my last one right against his chest, leaving Theo even more soaked than before. He groaned again when it splashed against his bare skin.
"Hey pretty girl, your present is ready." Mattheo's deep voice startled me with his sudden appearance beside me. I gasped and turned towards him. "My present? But it's still two hours until -" "Doesn't matter, its's part of it so come on." he grinned and grabbed my arm gently, pulling me with him, Theo and Enzo.
We walked from our hut towards the lake again but this time to the other end of it. "Stop here." Mattheo told me, making me stop walking. He got a blindfold out of his back pocket and wrapped it around my eyes. "Ugh not again.." I mumbled before following them without seeing anything.
After about two minutes his voice whispered into my ear again. "Are you ready for your surprise?" I smiled and shook my head in a sign of a yes.
Just like this morning, he took the blindfold off again and whispering "open your eyes." When I did as he told me, a loud gasp left my mouth without even thinking or acting on propose.
I looked at a little place they created into the sand right next to the huge lake, looking like a little beach. There was a opened white tent with little lights decorating it, making it look even cozier than it already was. Next to it with a bit distance was a large table with food and a big also white cake with frosting that said ' happy birthday y/n '.
In the middle of it all was a fireplace, the fire crackling, making the scene in front of me perfect. "Wow.." I whispered but loud enough for them to hear. "You guys did this?2 I asked in happy disbelief. "Yeah, for you babygirl, 'cause you deserve the whole world." Mattheo whispered again, the nickname sending shivers down my spine, just like the slightest touch of his lips against my earlobe.
I felt tears forming in my eyes again from all of those sudden happy feeling I had in my stomach. "You guys are.. thank you so so much." I sobbed, wrapping my arms around Mattheo first before Enzo and Theo joined us for a group-hug.
"Come on, take a look at the cake." Theodore smiled and pulled me with him to the table. I grinned when I saw it closer now. It was completely white with cute little flowers on the sides, made out of what looked like frosting, and the writing on top of it. "Enzo made this, right?" I chuckled, looking at them. I saw Enzo's cheeks blushing a little when he nodded. "Those idiots would have probably poisoned it by accident."
I laughed at his comment and sat down, them following my action and sitting next to me. "What's up with the tent? I thought we were going to be in the hut?" I asked, shoving cake into my mouth that made me moan by accident, sending chills down Mattheo's neck.
"We knew you would love it and to be honest here none of use would survive in a tent for a whole week but one special night won't hurt." Theodore said in a matter of fact. "True." Enzo mumbled back, shoving even more cake into his face than I did.
"Yeah, we even got marshmallows and bread dough with those long sticks you know?" I nodded, showing them a thumb up since my mouth was filled with food, making them laugh at me.
After we finished eating almost everything on the table, we sat down on those cute little blankets and pillows they had laid in front of the fire. Of course they had bought alcohol from hell knows where but they somehow did manage some. It didn't take long for everyone being tipsy but not drunk so we would remember everything the next day.
"Guys guys guys, it's almost midnight!" Enzo hushed us, remembering us of my birthday when the clock would turn midnight. They all grinned at me like crazy, counting down the last seconds.
" Five.. four.. three.. two.. one.. HAPPY BIRTHDAY PRINCESS!" they screamed and hugged me all at once, making me fall down with them into the sand even tho I already sat. I started laughing, trying to hug them back all at one. The cuddled me tightly, wiggling around with me in the sand, each of them babbling their own gratulations.
"Finally 18 huh? Not a little baby anymore." Enzo chuckled. "Was about damn time. now we can get into all the clubs we want to with her." Theo added, grinning down at me.
After a few more minutes we all sat up again, brushing the sand away from each others clothes. "Time for presents!" Theo shouted and stood up, getting in the tent and getting out three wrapped items.
"Yo mine first, please y/n!" Enzo took a present that seemed to be from him, wrapped into a emerald green paper. He gave it to me with a mischievous smile. " Before you open it - it's from Pansy and me." he said before I ripped the paper off, curious to know what those two wrapped inside here. "Oh my god." I gasped, looking at a special edition from my favorite book in the whole world, that I thought wasn't even there to buy anymore. "How did you -" "Honestly I don't know. It was my idea but Pansy somehow managed to get it from merlin knows where." he chuckled.
"Thank you Enzo, so much." I hugged him tightly before opening Theo's present. It was a beautiful notebook with my initials engraved. "Wow Theo, that's so beautiful." "Yeah, so you don't eye mine anymore." he winked at me making me laugh. He had one too and I always drooled over it and told him how pretty it was and how cool it would be to have my own.
I hugged him too, him kissing my forehead before I turned towards Mattheo who looked more nervous than happy. "I uhm - I don't know If you'll like it.. it's really nothing special and - " " Matty -" I interrupted him, smiling softly. " Whatever it is, I'll love it, alright?" I saw him gulping and nodding before he gave me my present wrapped in an elegant black paper with a green ribbon around it.
I carefully opened it until I had a little box inside my hand. I looked up before opening it, seeing the looks on Theo and Enzo's face. They looked as curious as me, seemingly not knowing what his best friend had bought for me.
I slowly took the lid of and instantly felt tears building in my eyes again when I looked down at a beautiful golden necklace with an opened pendant with two photo inside. One of me with my family and on the other one a photo of me with the boys. I took it outside and turned it around, reading the word "familia" engraved into my native language, onto its heart shaped form.
"Ella es impresionante." "She's breathtaking" I sobbed, looking back up at Mattheo. He knew how much I missed my family, with them living in Spain, my original home.
" You like it?" he asked almost shyly. "Me encanta más que nada Mattheo" I love it more than anything Mattheo..
I wrapped my arms around him so hard that we fell back into the sand, me on top of him. I felt him wrapping his arms around my body tightly as If he never wanted to let go of me. "I love you."
What?
I stopped breathing for a moment and didn't move an inch. he was quiet too, probably already regretting it since I didn't answer. I slowly looked at him. "What?" he gulped and nodded slowly. "I do." "You do?" I whispered back but more to myself.
"I always did." he sadly smiled at me." Without even thinking, just feeling I returned his words. " I love you too Mattheo." He looked at me in shock, making me giggle. I slowly lowered my head while he grabbed both sides of my face, stroking the skin with his thumbs.
It felt like fireworks when his soft lips met mine, finally. The only thing I felt was us, together. Forgetting completely where and with who we were right now.
He playfully bit my lip before letting go of my lips, smiling at me like a puppy. Suddenly someone cleared his throat, making us turn our heads towards the sound. It was Theo, smiling at us like a goof together with Enzo, who showed Mattheo his thumbs up.
"We are happy that you two finally realized what you have for each other, but we wanna eat marshmallows now." Mattheo groaned and rolled his eyes at them, letting his head fall back into the sand, making us laugh all together.
That was the best birthday ever, I swear.
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i‘m so sorry i didn‘t post it on your birthday yesteday and two hours too late bit again; happy birthday i hope u had the best day ever and still like this 🫶🏻🫶🏻💓
xoxo sarah <3
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mattsunnn · 5 months ago
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warnings(can be and not be): haikyuu season 3 spoilers!, platonic, fluff
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seeing them cry broke your heart.
you watched your team line up infront of the crowd by the bleachers, giving their thanks all at the same time before turning their backs and walking over to the coach.
you can see all of them with their heads down. sadness? regret? you don't know. you noticed shirabu in a dazed, eyes unfocused, and mouth a bit open. leon called his name to ask if he's alright but you couldn't hear the rest. but his last words reached you and it puts a weight in your chest.
"no one here thought we would lose."
not even you. you rooted for them, you cheered for them. you were there when coach washijo would make them do receives and spikes 50 times a day. you're there for them.
"we'll have a meeting when we get back. once the awards ceremony is over, get onto the bus." coach tanji stated, walking over to the exit.
"right." ushijima answered, nodding his head.
the demon coach stopped, looking back on his team. "and you'll be hitting a hundred serves later."
a lot of them grunted and tsked in unison. shirabu wiped his eyes before smirking in defeat. goshiki's still sobbing but he's trying to muffle them.
"everyone."
the team, looking solemn, was about to gather their things and do some stretching but they stopped when they heard you speak. all of them looked at you, turned their bodies to you and standing straight.
"i know i'm only a manager but... i want to say you guys did your best. that was a great performance and you guys did not disappoint." you smiled, "i am very proud to each and one of you."
all of them stared at you in silence before goshiki bursted into tears again, running to your arms and hugging you. he sobbed onto your shoulder as you carded your fingers to his hair. shirabu couldn't help but walk slowly to you, his forehead bumping on your other shoulder before you patted his head, letting him lean onto you for support as he, too, sobbed.
"thank you, y/n." ushijima said, slightly smiled in appreciation and you nodded your head in reply before the other guys leaned onto you as well to receive pats on the heads.
after everyone has calmed down-even though kenjiro's still beside you, clutching your sleeve in comfort- you gestured for them to gather their stuff. "after doing your hundred serves, we'll come into my home and i'll cook you guys dinner."
"yay! y/n-chan's cooking!" tendou cheered, hands coming up in excitement. you chuckled, shaking shirabu's hold on your sleeve before intertwining his fingers with you. "i'll make sure to make it delicious."
"i'll help with the preparations." leon said, clutching a bag on his side as he walked on the other side of you. you muttered a quick "thank you!", and hooking your arm on his before turning to the second year on your left.
"best setter you are out there, sweetie."
shirabu turned his head on the side, wanting to look unbothered. "thanks." you chuckled at his reaction before pulling him with you with the rest of the team as you guys made your way towards the exit.
they look like children following their mother.
well, they are your precious babies.
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finished season 3 and it was so intense with the scene of tsuki and hinata being pushed down by ushi and then everyone's just helping them😭 made me cry fr even though this was the second time i watched the series😭 but seeing bebi shirabu crying and the rest brought out the mother in me🙂‍↕️
probs not the best but i love em sm
DO U GUYS KNO I LOOOVE HAIKYUU X MANAGER
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yourmomsawh0r3 · 4 months ago
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Parenthood
Joel Miller x wife/ pregnant/fem reader
Summary : After Y/N's water breaks unexpectedly at a grocery store, Joel rushes to her side. They navigate a whirlwind trip to the hospital where Y/N gives birth to their daughter, Sarah.
Y/N shuffled through the grocery store, her hand resting on her heavily pregnant belly. At nine months, she was ready to meet her baby any day now. She picked up a carton of milk, adding it to the assortment of items in her cart. Suddenly, a sharp pain surged through her abdomen, causing her to gasp and clutch the cart for support.
A gush of warm fluid followed, and she realized with a jolt that her water had broken. Heart pounding, she fumbled for her phone, dialing Joel’s number. He answered on the second ring, his deep voice filled with concern.
"Hey, darlin’. Everything alright?"
“Joel,” she panted, trying to steady her breath. “My water just broke. I’m at the grocery store.”
There was a brief silence before Joel’s voice came back, urgent and steady. “Stay right there, Y/N. I’m on my way. I’ll grab the hospital bag and be there in a few minutes. Just hang tight.”
Y/N nodded, even though he couldn’t see her, and ended the call. She leaned against the cart, taking deep breaths as another contraction hit her hard. Time seemed to stretch, each minute feeling like an eternity until she finally saw Joel rushing through the store entrance, his face a mix of worry and determination.
He reached her in record time, wrapping a supportive arm around her. “It’s going to be okay, darlin’. Just breathe.”
Y/N shot him a look, her eyes blazing with pain and frustration. “Easy for you to say,” she snapped, the intensity of her contractions making her irritable. Joel didn’t take it personally; he knew it was the pain talking.
They managed to get to the truck, Joel helping her in before grabbing the hospital bag from the backseat. He drove as fast as he dared, one hand gripping the wheel, the other resting reassuringly on Y/N’s thigh.
The ride to the hospital was a blur of contractions and deep breaths. Joel kept glancing over at Y/N, his heart aching with every wince of pain she made. "Almost there," he kept murmuring, more to himself than to her.
At the hospital, nurses quickly whisked Y/N away, Joel by her side, his presence a calming anchor in the storm of her labor. The bright, sterile lights of the hospital room contrasted sharply with the chaos unfolding within Y/N’s body. Hours passed in a blur of pain and anticipation. Y/N gripped Joel’s hand tightly, her knuckles white.
“It’s going to be okay,” Joel whispered, brushing the damp hair from her forehead. He tried to keep his voice steady, though seeing her in so much pain was tearing him apart.
“It’s time to push,” the doctor finally announced, positioning herself at the end of the bed.
Joel leaned in close, his forehead touching Y/N’s. “You got this, darlin’. I’m right here.”
With a primal scream, Y/N bore down, pushing with every ounce of strength she had. Joel’s encouraging words washed over her, even as the pain seemed to reach an unbearable peak. Finally, a tiny wail pierced the room, and Y/N collapsed back onto the bed, tears streaming down her face.
The doctor held up their newborn, a perfect little girl, her cries filling the room with new life. “What should we name her?”
Joel and Y/N exchanged a look, a silent understanding passing between them. “Sarah,” they said in unison, both of them crying now.
The nurses cleaned Sarah up and placed her gently on Y/N’s chest. Y/N cradled her daughter, looking down at the tiny face with overwhelming love and relief. Joel kissed Y/N’s forehead, tears mingling with sweat and joy. “You did amazing, darlin’. She’s perfect.”
A little while later, with Y/N resting peacefully, Joel held Sarah against his bare chest, the warmth of her tiny body against his skin. He looked down at her, marveling at the miracle in his arms.
“Hey there, Sarah,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. “I’m your daddy. I love you so much, even though I just met you.”
He kissed the top of her head, tears falling freely down his cheeks. In that moment, everything else faded away, leaving only the profound connection between a father and his newborn daughter.
As he sat there, holding Sarah, Joel thought back to the moment he first found out he was going to be a father. The fear, the excitement, the overwhelming sense of responsibility it all seemed so distant now. Here, with Sarah in his arms, everything felt right. The future was uncertain, but for now, in this moment, he had everything he needed.
Joel sat there for hours, just holding Sarah, feeling the rise and fall of her tiny chest against his. He whispered promises to her, vows of love and protection. He told her about the world she was coming into, about the family that would always be there for her.
As dawn broke, casting a soft light into the hospital room, Y/N stirred and woke. She smiled at the sight of Joel with Sarah. “How is she?”
“She’s perfect,” Joel replied, his voice filled with awe. He handed Sarah back to Y/N, watching as mother and daughter shared a quiet moment.
“Thank you, Joel,” Y/N whispered, tears in her eyes. “For everything.”
“No, thank you,” Joel replied, leaning down to kiss her. “For giving me the greatest gift of all.”
Together, they sat in the early morning light, marveling at the tiny life they had brought into the world. It was the beginning of a new chapter, one filled with love, challenges, and countless precious moments. And as they looked down at Sarah, they knew they were ready for it all, as long as they were together.
Y/N shifted slightly, adjusting Sarah in her arms, and Joel couldn’t help but marvel at how natural she looked as a mother. The weariness from labor was still etched on her face, but it was overshadowed by the radiant glow of love and joy. Joel reached out, gently tracing a finger along Sarah’s cheek.
“She’s got your nose,” he remarked softly, smiling as Sarah’s tiny fingers wrapped around his.
Y/N chuckled, her laughter a soft, soothing sound. “And your eyes.”
Joel’s heart swelled with pride. “She’s got the best parts of both of us.”
The days that followed were a whirlwind of new experiences and sleepless nights. Joel and Y/N navigated the challenges of parenthood together, learning as they went. Joel’s hands, calloused and strong from years of work, became gentle and adept at changing diapers and soothing Sarah’s cries. Y/N, despite the exhaustion, found an inner strength she never knew she had, her instincts guiding her through the endless feedings and late-night cuddles.
One evening, a few weeks after Sarah’s birth, Joel sat in the nursery, rocking her to sleep. The room was bathed in the soft glow of a nightlight, casting gentle shadows on the walls decorated with hand painted stars and moons. Sarah’s breathing was steady and calm, her tiny body nestled against Joel’s chest.
He sang softly to her, a lullaby his mother used to sing to him. His voice, rough and deep, was filled with tenderness. As he sang, memories of his own childhood came flooding back memories of love and loss, of a life that had shaped him into the man he was today. Holding Sarah, he felt a sense of peace and purpose that he hadn’t known in years.
Y/N stood in the doorway, watching them with a soft smile. She stepped into the room, wrapping her arms around Joel from behind, resting her chin on his shoulder.
“You’re a natural,” she whispered.
Joel shook his head slightly, a smile playing on his lips. “I’m just figuring it out as I go.”
“Aren’t we all,” Y/N replied, kissing his cheek. “But you’re doing an amazing job.”
Joel turned his head to kiss her, his lips brushing against hers. “We’re doing an amazing job. Together.”
Months passed, and Sarah grew, each day bringing new milestones and moments of wonder. Her first smile, her first laugh, the first time she rolled over each moment was a treasure, a memory etched into their hearts.
One warm afternoon, Joel took Sarah outside, cradling her in his arms as they walked through the garden. The air was filled with the sweet scent of blooming flowers, and the gentle buzz of bees flitted around them. He sat down on a bench, holding Sarah up so she could see the world around her.
“See those flowers, Sarah?” he said, pointing to a patch of bright, colorful blooms. “Your mama planted those. She’s got a green thumb, that’s for sure.”
Sarah gurgled in response, her wide eyes taking in the vibrant colors and the fluttering butterflies. Joel laughed, a deep, hearty sound that echoed through the garden.
“Yeah, you like that, don’t you?” he said, bouncing her gently on his knee. “There’s so much beauty in this world, little one. So much for you to see and discover.”
He felt a deep sense of gratitude in that moment gratitude for the life he had, for the family he loved so fiercely. He thought back to the days before Sarah was born, when he and Y/N had dreamed about what their life would be like as parents. Now, living that dream, he realized it was even more beautiful and challenging than they had imagined.
As the sun began to set, casting a golden glow over the garden, Joel carried Sarah back inside. Y/N was in the kitchen, preparing dinner, and she smiled as they walked in.
“Did you two have a good time outside?” she asked, setting down a pot on the stove.
“Yeah, she loved it,” Joel replied, smiling. “She’s fascinated by the flowers.”
Y/N chuckled. “Just like her mama.”
Dinner was a cozy affair, the soft clinking of cutlery and the gentle hum of conversation filling the room. Sarah, now content and sleepy, rested in a bouncer by the table, her eyes growing heavy as she watched her parents.
After dinner, Joel and Y/N worked together to clean up, sharing quiet laughs and stolen kisses. With the kitchen tidy, they turned their attention to getting Sarah ready for bed. Joel ran a warm bath while Y/N gathered Sarah’s pajamas and a fresh diaper.
Sarah cooed happily as Joel gently bathed her, his large hands surprisingly tender as he washed her tiny body. Y/N stood by, watching with a smile as Joel wrapped Sarah in a soft towel, lifting her out of the bath and into his arms.
In the nursery, they dressed Sarah in her pajamas, the soft fabric enveloping her in warmth and comfort. Y/N rocked her gently in the chair, humming a lullaby as Joel stood beside them, his hand resting on Y/N’s shoulder. Sarah’s eyes fluttered closed, and she drifted off to sleep, safe and secure in her mother’s arms.
Joel and Y/N carefully laid Sarah down in her crib, tucking her in with a light blanket. They stood there for a moment, watching her sleep, the room filled with a sense of peace and fulfillment.
“Ready for some grown-up time?” Joel whispered, a twinkle in his eye.
Y/N nodded, smiling. “Absolutely.”
They made their way to the living room, where Joel retrieved a bottle of wine from the kitchen and two glasses. Y/N grabbed a cozy blanket and draped it over the couch, creating a little nest for them. They settled in, clinking their glasses together in a quiet toast.
“To us,” Joel said softly. “And to our beautiful family.”
“To us,” Y/N echoed, taking a sip of the wine. It was rich and full-bodied, the perfect accompaniment to their evening.
They turned on their favorite show, the familiar characters and storyline providing a comforting backdrop to their quiet time together. As the episodes played, they talked and laughed, enjoying the simple pleasure of each other’s company.
As the night wore on, the wine bottle emptied, and the warmth of the evening settled around them. Y/N leaned her head on Joel’s shoulder, her eyes growing heavy. Joel wrapped his arm around her, pulling her close.
“I love you, Joel,” Y/N murmured, her voice thick with sleep.
“I love you too, darlin’,” Joel replied, kissing the top of her head. “Always.”
With the soothing sounds of their show in the background, they both drifted off to sleep on the couch, wrapped in each other’s embrace. The night outside was quiet, the stars twinkling in the sky, a testament to the peaceful contentment that filled their home.
In the morning, they would wake to the sound of Sarah’s cries, ready to start another day as a family. But for now, they were together, wrapped in love and warmth, dreaming of the beautiful future that lay ahead.
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ageingfangirl2 · 1 year ago
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You Have A Guest! Mihawk (OPLA)
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Shanks shows up uninvited to Mihawk's home and is surprised to find you, and even more surprised when he finds out the two of you are engaged. What did Mihawk do to deserve his peace being shattered? Mihawk x Reader (Female)
You were tidying up the kitchen after bringing in vegetables from the patch outside when three loud knocks make you jump. You pop your head out of the kitchen door and stare down the hallway towards the front door, not expecting any guests unless Mihawk had forgotten to tell you. You shake your head, your fiancé didn't forget anything, but then who was at the door? This island wasn't easy to get to and not many people knew its location.
You walk towards the front door brushing imaginary creases out of your dress, because even if the person on the other side was bad you always wanted to look your best.
You open the door and smile, 'Hi, who--'
'You're not Mihawk,' a tall red-haired man says cutting you off, staring at you as if you were something to be gawked at, eyes lingering a little too long on your chest which made you uncomfortable.
Another man, this one had grey hair slaps the red-haired man across the back of the head, 'manners captain, apologies miss,' he flashes you a smile.
You nod, 'Err thank you, now who are you guys?'
The red-haired man rubs his head before reaching out his one hand which you shake, 'I'm Shanks and this is my crew. Now who are you, pretty lady?'
'I'm y/n, Mihawk is my fiancé,' you answer.
'fiancé!' the group of men shout in unison, shock written across their faces.
MIHAWK
Soft knocks at my office door draw my attention away from the tedious documents on my desk, the knocks could only belong to one person, and I needed someone to put me in a better mood right now.
'Come in darling,' I call out.
The door opens and my stunning fiancé walks in, wearing the new dress I'd gotten them. My whole aesthetic was dark, but y/n looked beautiful in white, the angel to my devil. I motion them to come towards me.
They approach my side and the scent of their light floral perfume calms me down, as I slip an arm around their waist pulling them even closer.
y/n runs their fingers through my hair, 'I hate seeing you stressed, so I might not have the best news for you.'
I blink at them and smile, 'You could never stress me out, darling. What's the news?'
y/n sighs, 'You have a guest downstairs.'
'...impossible...' I reply, racking my mind but coming up blank.
'They said their name was Shanks, and his crew is also with him--'
'...FUCK!...' I curse loudly.
y/n gasps not used to hearing me curse, wiggles out of my grip, crouches down so our eyes meet, and gently reaches out a hand to touch my cheek, 'Are you okay?'
I take their hand and bring it to my lips, kissing each knuckle, 'sorry for scaring you darling, I wasn't expecting him to show up. Did he say anything to you?'
y/n bites their lip, 'he stared a little too long at my chest but a nice man called Benn hit him. Are they your friends?'
I managed to keep my anger under control, wanting to kill Shanks for making my fiancé uncomfortable but felt a little better knowing Benn was more mature than his captain. I snort at the notion of calling Shanks and his crew my friends, acquaintances at best, I could only just about tolerate the man while he liked to annoy me.
y/n clears their throat, 'Mihawk baby say something.'
I snap out of my thoughts, 'Sorry, again, I'll make it up to you later. They just stress me out whenever they come around.'
y/n pouts and puffs out their chest, 'Now you've got me to back you up. I might be small and nice to everyone, but I'm not scared to put a pirate or two in their place.'
My smile turns into a smirk, 'that's my girl. I guess we better go and be hosts.'
y/n had their scary moments and had made grown men cry when we were out together, I kind of wanted the smug satisfaction of watching Shanks and his crew cower before her. The years of being a teacher had shaped y/n into a force to be reckoned with.
TIMESKIP
It hadn't taken long for Shanks to make a mess, and having joked about y/n being a sweetheart and too good for me, when y/n snapped I genuinely saw fear on his face because like me y/n could be calm but their words cut deep.
As we sat around eating, Shanks sitting as far away from y/n as possible and avoiding all eye contact, I kissed the top of y/n's head which was leaning against my chest. They look up at me with a warm drunken expression pausing their conversation with Lucky about food.
'I love you darling,' I whisper, just loud enough for them to hear over the chatter.
They blush, 'I love you more Mihawk.'
I didn't want anyone knowing about y/n and me, and Benn told me on behalf of Shanks they would keep our secret because it was nice to have a quiet captain for once. I'd be happier once they left so I could go back to my peaceful life with y/n. The next time they showed up we wouldn't answer the door.
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infi8ity · 2 years ago
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IMAGINE THE DAY OF YOUR WEDDING, your nerves are through the roof and your bridesmaids are trying their very best to calm them. every suggested method-- immediately shut down by a very frustrated and on-the-verge-of-a-mental-breakdown-bride. no amount of breathing exercises, ice packs, glasses of wine, or whatever the fuck helped. 
how could they when nothing was going as planned? the photographer that you had booked months in advance cancelled last minute, on the way inside the building the wedding cake designers’ assistant tripped and dropped the expensive wedding cake your parents paid for, everyone was bombarding you with questions you didn’t have the answer to, the room was hot as balls and for gods sake you couldn’t-
“breathe, y/n. do the exercises we talked about.” your maid of honor says comfortingly to your reflection in the vanity where you perch.
“you look beautiful. everything will work out. just breathe. in and out. out and in.” she squeezes your shoulder reassuringly. for the fifth time, you obey her advice. 
and for the fifth time, it doesn’t work. of course it doesn’t. you knew what, who, you needed— to calm you down. your bridesmaids did too. 
you could feel a lump crawling its way up your throat and place a shaking hand over your belly. has it always been this hot in here? has this dress always felt this tight? you snatch your phone from the vanity dresser. 
4:30 PM
27 MISSED CALLS.
thirty minutes before you were set to walk down the aisle and all 27 from your mother and mother-in-law combined. you stand, a little too quickly one might add-- and the room begins to spin. Hands reach out to grab you.
you shake them off and stumble your way to the door. your bridesmaids stand in unison. the maid of honor inches towards you wearily. 
“y/n. please, it's bad luck if the groom sees his bride before the wedding.”
“and how much bad luck do you think it’d be if the bride jumped from the goddamn balcony?” you hiss, slamming the door in their aghast faces. 
fuck. that was completely unlike you. you’d have to apologize to them later. but now, you needed to see him. your heart began to beat faster. louder. you could feel tears threatening to spill. his number was saved on speed dial and he picked up on the first ring. 
“y/n?” his husky voice thick with concern was like music to your ears.
you clutched your chest tightly. “i need to see you right now please.”
“meet me at the gazebo.” 
he beat you there, of course, knowing him— he probably ran. the slight heaving of his chest and shoulders was of plenty enough indicator. the clack of your heels alerts him of your presence. when he turns, it seems as if the world slows. you don’t think you’d be able to formulate a sentence without choking up. so you two say nothing.
there you two stand, with nothing else in the world mattering but each other. all you can muster is a smile from ear to ear that he reciprocates and the strength to fight back sobs. for a few beats, he cannot find the words that were nearly applicable enough to describe your beauty in this moment. 
and unsurprisingly, it’s him who cries first. 
you break your intensive stare, exclaiming, “don’t cry! fuck! now i’m gonna-,” its as if the ball in your throat bursts. one second you were fighting to keep your composure and the next, well composure be damned. 
his body slammed into yours as he pulled you in a damn near rib shattering hug filled with nothing but love as you wail into his arms. 
“how can i not?” he starts through sniffles. “i’m marrying the woman i’ve loved for damn near a decade and you look-”
“don’t say beautiful,” you choke out.
“divine. alluring. stunning. lovely. radiant. exquisite. shall i go on?” he drawls, without skipping a beat. 
“don’t let me stop you.” you joke, sharing a laugh. and perhaps its the nerves, or the wine and champagne or the fact that your wedding day was going to shit; you couldn’t help but laugh harder. confused, your fiancee laughs at your state. perhaps contagious, you both double over, shaking with laughter. wheezing, together you collapse on the wooden planks until your laughter dies down. 
“what are we doing?” you say through an exhale of breath as you push yourself up against rails of the gazebo. your fiancé follows suit.
“getting married?” he says, serious.
you lightly punch his arm. “well duh. but why all of… this? this isn’t we wanted. or how we wanted it to go. we always talked about something simple and private.” you say, referring to the wedding guests. 
“you’re right, its what our mothers wanted.”
“i don’t even like half of the people in there.”
“at least your mom didn’t invite your primary school bully.”
“she invited all four of them actually.”
“jesus.” he comments, scoffing. 
a beat.
your groom takes your hand in his, squeezing lightly. “d’you wanna leave?”
you smile. “that’s the best fucking idea i’ve heard all day.” you exclaim. locking eyes with you, you grab his face into your hands and kiss him passionately. a kiss so fervent, you lose your breath. this man before you was your husband. till death do you part. 
“i love you so much.”
“and i love you infinitely.” 
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mschoiyuki · 8 months ago
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Let Me Hear Your Voice
Trafalgar Law x f!reader
tw : a sprinkles of angst to fluff. alcohol consumption. SFW
wc : 5.2k
a/n : Second part to Silence.
Let's just say the set is when Luffy becomes the King of Pirates, and all of them just enjoying life peacefully now. And Law gets his sub again.
At first I want to keep it short, but I got carried away. I hope it's not to cheesy. I'm sorry for any grammar errors.
It's best to read this while listening to :
❆ Bruno Mars - Talking to the Moon
❆ Taylor Swift - Red (Taylor's Version)
❆ Taylor Swift - Don't Blame Me
Enjoy ദ്ദി ˉ͈̀꒳ˉ͈́ )✧
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"Law! Look! This polar bear looks like Bepo." You tug Law's sleeve and show him the polar bear keyring, eyes beaming and smiling ear to ear. Law can feel the light thump at his heart when he see your smile. Law raise his hand and reach your face. When his hand touch your cheek, you vanished into thin air. Law eyes widened and he frantically try to grasp the place that you stand just a moment ago, "No. No.. Y/N... NO!!" Law shouts and open his eyes, his hand up in the air as if he tries to reach something, someone. He can feel his tears rolling down to his cheeks, his breathing ragged. He sits up trying to catch his breath, he looks out at his opened window, feeling the afternoon breeze.
Law wipes the tears and pinch the bridge of his nose. He sighs feeling his body getting heavy. Law lays back and try to sleep again, just to meet you. Just to see your smile again, just to hear your voice, your sweet voice calling his name.
"Heh. So pathetic." Law drape his forearm to cover his eyes, biting his bottom lips until he can taste the blood seeping out. He tries so hard to not cry again.
How many days has passes since you walk away from him? How many days and nights you always come to his dream? How long he has to endure this torture? Is there really no hope for you to come back to him? Does what he said to you is not enough? I love you, is that not enough? Do you really don't love him anymore?
"Umm, Captain." Bepo knocks on Law door cautiously.
Law let out a long sighs, "What, Bepo?"
Bepo slowly opens the door enough for his head to pop in. Sachi and Penguin also pop their head in to check on their captain. "It's almost dinner time, you should come out and eat." Penguin try to say it with a cheerful tone.
Law lays on his side showing his back to the door, "Not hungry."
They sighs quietly and looking at each other, then they close the door leaving their captain.
"So... What are we gonna do about this?" Sachi scratch his head as they walks to the dinning area.
"No idea. We even don't know what he's been thinking. Does he still can't get over Y/N?" Penguin cross his arms.
"Why does that matter?" Bepo innocently ask.
"So then we can think what are our next step is. You stupid." Penguin and Sachi says in unison.
"I'm sorry." Bepo hung his head down.
"We should talk to him. We can't let this goes on. He looks terrible." Sachi shakes his head.
"We should talk to him after dinner." Penguin nods to Sachi, agreeing with how terrible Law is right now.
As the night comes, Penguin and Sachi strides to Law's room bringing his dinner as excuse. They knocks and let themselves in. They thought Law will be still at the bed, turns out Law is sitting on his desk chair being absentmindedly staring at his scattered papers. His left hand propped at his jaw while the right hand is holding something.
“We brought you dinner, Captain.” Sachi put down the tray in front of Law’s face.
Penguin and Sachi can see clearly now what’s Law been holding and staring. Your letters and the sketch sheets.
“Law, we need to talk. As a friends. Not as subordinates.” Penguin taps his finger to Law’s desk to get his attention.
“Not hungry.” Law keep staring at your letters without looking at them.
Sachi just sighs, tired with Law antics, “Do you still love her?”
Law jolt at Sachi question, he glances at his friends, “Why?”
“Just answer it. Yes or no will do.” Penguin getting irritated.
"Yes..." Law murmur, glancing back to your letters.
"Let's try again, Law. Let's try to win her back again. For the last time." Penguin tries to persuade Law.
Law brings his full attention to his friends now with a frown adorn at his face, "She already hate me, what's the point to do that?"
Sachi lets out a dramatic sighs, "Seriously, Law? You're smart but how can you be so dense?"
Law glare at Sachi, but Sachi won't back down, "You haven't try it yet then why are you so sure that she really hate you?"
"Because she said so herself! Right in front of my face!" Law slams the desk making Penguin and Sachi shrieks.
"Calm down, Law. That day when you talked to her, we saw her walked back to Sunny and she wiped her face." Penguin tries to soothe Law anger.
"What? Do you mean she was crying? After she left me?" Law squints his eyes doubting his friends, "Did you just make it up so I don't get so depressed?"
"We saw it, Law. She wiped both of her cheeks. If it's not crying then what?" Sachi tries to convince.
"Come on, Law. This is so not like you. You looks like a living corpse right now. You should try again. You always make a great plan to everything. So why not try to make a plan to win her back again?" Penguin gives his long lecture.
"One more time." Sachi tries to persuade again.
Law stare and graze your letters, "Yeah.. One more time."
Sachi and Penguin fists bump under the table. They pray this time you will be back for sure. Because they know you are the only one that can save their Captain and makes him get on his feet again, gives love to him, a true love.
“But before that. We need to know what’s you said to her that makes her said she hates you.” Penguin leans his body forward.
"Wh- Why you guys have to know about it?" Law's face turn red with the unexpected question.
"So... We can know did you do the rights things or not back then." Sachi shrug.
Law scratch his nape and tell them everything that happened that day.
Sachi and Penguin looking each other with mouth agape, "Oh. My. God... No wonder she said that besides what you did to her." Penguin clasp his mouth and Sachi shakes his head in disbelief.
"I said I love her, what's wrong with that?" Law furrow his eyebrows.
"You see, Law.... A real gentleman should know how to apologize. You leads her with your hints and you hurt her too with you being a jerk. Instead of sorry you jump to said you love her. And you didn't explained to her about WHY you did that stunts, right?" Penguin preach with his serious face.
"Seems like it's quite a long way to go, Law. Since you have to start again from zero." Sachi sighs and shakes his head.
Law just realize how stupid he is. Being so impatient to brings you back he forgot the crucial word. And he even didn't explain all the things to you.
"Right. I haven't apologize to her. I need to explain everything to her." Law face brighten by thinking of the chance to bring you back this time.
"Hear me out. Here's the plan...." Law starts discussing the plan to both of his friends.
Law prays that this plan to works and you will back. He doesn't dare to think what if this time the plan didn't work. He need to success this time.
Let's try it again one more time...
When you wake up from your slumber with another puffy eyes and headache, you also feels your throat hurts and hoarse. Your voice is finally back. Funny how Law is the reason you lost your voice and yet he also give your voice back.
You greet the crews with hoarse voice and small smile, to reassure them you're okay. Sanji already serves you lemon water with honey for your throat, ice pack for your eyes. Chopper brings you medicine for your headache. "Luffy, just drop me at the next island. I don't want to burden you guys more than this. You guys already done more than enough for me." You cough, still not getting used to speak again after a long time.
"You are never a burden to us, Y/N. We've been fighting together at Wano too. Just stay. It's okay." Luffy reassure you in a calming tone.
"Thank you, Luffy. Really, I'm really appreciate it. But I don't think I want to be at sea for the time being. And I'm even not your crew, this is just makes me a little bit uncomfortable. You guys help me a lot. I even don't know how to give my thanks to you." You try to convince Luffy.
"Umm... I'll think about it, but for the time being just stay with us." Luffy tilts his head and pout.
Nami tells Luffy to dock at the next island. Saying you need a breather from the mess.
When Sunny docked at another island, Nami and Robin wants to take you to the village to do some shopping. They just want to makes you feels better, to forget the second heartbreak.
When you guys walk not to far from Sunny, Nami forget to bring some treasure to exchange it to berries at the pawn shop, "You guys go first! I'll catch up later!" And she run back to Sunny.
After she find the treasure and passing by the kitchen the den den mushi rings. Luffy being the one that sitting near the den den mushi picks it up immediately, "Hello! You're are speaking with The King of Pirates, Luffy!"
The others just drops their jaws with how Luffy answer the call. "Mugiwara-ya, this is me. Trafalgar Law." the den den mushi speaks.
The kitchen falls to dead silent when hearing the name, thankful that you're not on board now. Nami snatch the speaker and answer it with icy cold tones, "What the hell do you want, Torao?"
"Nami-ya, I need to discuss something with Mugiwara-ya." Law answers with a calm tone.
"You can discuss it with us now." Nami fuming, gripping the phone tightly.
Law sighs, "I need to brings Y/N back with me."
"Not gonna happen! After whatever dirty things you did to her, she's not going back to you." Nami yells to the den den mushi.
"It's not you to decide she will comes or not. It's her decisions. And I'm still need to straighten some things with her." Law still tries to compose himself.
"He's right, Nami-san." Sanji lights up his cigarette, "Even though Y/N-chan is hurting but you can see at her eyes, the longing eyes." Sanji puff out the smoke and talks in whispered tone so Law can't hear it.
"Everyone deserve a second chance, Nami-san." Brook tries to calm Nami's rages.
"But he doesn't deserve it." Zoro chime in at the corner.
"Nami-ya, just let me talk to her. For the last time." Law sounds desperate now, trying to convince the group.
"Fine. What's your plan, Torao?" Luffy takes back the speaker.
"Let me join you guys for awhile. Let's just say that we form another alliance or something. Where are guys right now? I'll meet you there." Law tries to hide his excitement.
After Nami gives Law their location, she tries to warn Law again, "If you do something stupid to hurt her again, I swear that I'll let Luffy and the others kill you."
"I won't." Law click the den den mushi off.
"Should we tell her about this?" Nami ask them.
"I don't think we should tell her. If she knows in advance maybe she will leave again? Who knows." Sanji put the cigarette back to his mouth.
"Fine. But I still don't like this idea." Nami furrow her eyebrows.
"Me neither. If he does something uncomfortable to her I'll slash him immediately." Zoro sips his sake.
"What, Marimo? Don't tell me you like her?" Sanji smirk teasingly to Zoro.
And the bickering starts between them. Nami goes back to the land to find you and Robin.
After Luffy agrees to help Law, he immediately tells Bepo the island and they starts their journey to find you. To bring you back to where you belong.
Two days after the calls, the other crews just enjoying the island. They keep their mouth shuts about the calls from you. But they still try to cheer you up in their own ways. Since you don't want to burden them with your heartbreak, you just helping them here and there. Trying to enjoy the funs with them.
At the third days, after you've done helping Chopper at the infirmary, you walks to the deck to join Nami and Robin to enjoy the afternoon snacks prepared by Sanji and to enjoy the breeze.
Then something emerged from under the sea. The yellow sub you know damn well whose it belongs to. You freeze and grips the glass tightly it almost break. Suddenly the man who breaks your heart appear at the Sunny's deck.
When Law arrives, his eyes searching for you. There you are, the woman he loves yet he hurts so badly. Looking gorgeous as ever. Law really wants to walk straight to you, to hug you, to brings you back to him. But he has to take this slowly, he needs to follow his plan.
Luffy jumps on Law when he see Law, "TORAO!! Long time no see!"
To prevent Luffy ruin his plan, Law takes him to the kitchen after he greets the other while glancing over you.
You try to calm down with his sudden appearance, maybe he needs something with Luffy, don't think he is here for you. Nami and Robin glance at you, this time Nami can’t help but ask you, “Can we know the reason why you left him, Y/N?”
You grips the spoon and peer at Nami and Robin from the parfait glass, pondering should you tell them about your feelings to Law and the reason you left him? You decide to tell them because you never told anyone about this, not even the Heart Pirates crews.
After hearing your story, Nami and Robin just realize how much a fool Law is. "Then, do you still love him?" Nami leans in.
"I don't know." You stirs the parfait without looking back at Nami.
When dinner time comes, you still finds Law at the Sunny. You scowl and pretending he is not here. You take your seat and Law casually sits next to you. You can smell his cologne that you used to loved. Still, you try to stay calm down and ignoring him.
"Eh.. So, Torao will be with us for a couple days because we need to discuss something." Luffy awkwardly announce it.
The others just awkwardly answer him with any kind of gibberish. Strange... But you can't protest or anything, because you're just a guest here.
You can feel Law has been staring at you, you try to finish your dinner quickly and left the dining room. You scurry off to the library and lock the door, your back facing the door, you try to calm your heart beats.
Then there's a knock, "Y/N, open the door. Let's talk. Please." Law leans his forehead at the door. You keep silent. Law tries to plea again, "Please, open the door. Or I will teleport myself inside, Y/N."
You unlock the door and open it. Law sighs and let himself in. Law stands in front of you and sees you're not bringing your sketch book with you, "How you've been, Y/N? Did you get your voice back?"
You just stare at the ground keep your mouth shuts because you don't want him to know and you don't want to talk to him.
Law take a step forward, "Please, talk to me." You take a step back.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. For being a jerk to you. For everything I did to you." Law takes his hat off and ruffle his raven hair, he's desperate.
You widened your eyes with his sudden apology. You looks at him and scowl, still keeping your mouth shuts.
"Finally, you're looking at me now." Law let out a relieve sighs and smile. "I owe you an apology and an explanation for everything." Law moves forward again slowly this time. You're not breaking eye contact with him, but still with anger evident in your face.
"I'm sorry, Y/N. I mean it. Penguin Sachi told me about that night." Law scratch his nape.
When Law tries to open his mouth to explain everything, suddenly the door burst open. "Y/N, it's your turn today to on watch with me.” Zoro leans at the door.
You relieves with the “rescue” and quickly run away from Law. Law just stand there, gripping his hat tightly, "Damn it, Zoro-ya."
"Thanks for the rescue, Zoro." You let out a long relieve sighs.
"Don't mind it." Zoro offers your his sake, "To calm you down."
"Thanks." You take it and sips it. Both of you didn't talk to much, and you thankful for Zoro companion.
Law has been keeping all night to wait for your shift to end, he's getting a little bit impatient. He's afraid that you really don't love him anymore, he's afraid what if you and Zoro... He slams the book shuts that he's been staring for God knows how long, he pinch the bridge of his nose. He takes a deep breathe and prays that hopefully that's not gonna happen. He really can't, he don't want to imagine it. It's the worst. He swears if that's happen, he's going to lose his mind for sure.
When he hears your footstep, he immediately open the library doors and blocking your ways to the girls room. You jolts and you can see his tired face in the dawn light. "Can we talk now, Y/N? I beg you, don't avoid me anymore." Law voice is full of tiredness.
You swear you can hear a thump at your heart. A beat that usually beats when you're with him. "Shit. This is bad." You thought to yourself. You can feel your heart waver. You sighs and nods, you walks in to the library and stands at the middle.
Here you are again, same place with same person. You turns on your heels to face Law and cross your arms. Law walks to you, closing the gaps, he takes a deep breath, "Please, just listen to my explanation, Y/N. I never slept with all those women. I swear it."
You squint your eyes, still not believing his words. Law notices it, "It's true. I swear." Law tries to reach you, but you take a step back. Law clench his fist, "Believe me, Y/N. It may sounds stupid to you, but I did it to protect you."
"By hurting me??" You grit your teeth, hissing to him.
Law stares at you wide-eye, jaw dropping, "You.. Your voice is back?" Law can't hide his happiness because you regain your voice again, "How's your throat? Did it hurt somewhere?" He grabs your shoulder to examine you.
"Don't touch me!" You try to free yourself from his iron grips, "Don't touch me with those filthy hands!"
"Wha- What do you mean filthy hands? I swear to Gods I don't slept with them, Y/N. Please, trust me." Law grips become more firmly, he scares if he let you go you will run away again from him.
"Then why did you hurt me?" You whisper, you can't hold back the tears that swelling up at your eyes.
"I want to protect you. I know my way to protect you is wrong, I know. But trust me, I never want to hurt you." Law sound helpless now, he tries so hard to convince you. "My enemies won't come to you if they think you are just my subordinate, Y/N."
"Then so be it. I'm your ex subordinate now, Law. You don't need to protect me anymore, I can protect myself. You can sleep with whoever you want." You squirm harder now to break free, but Law still tries to hold you, "Please, Y/N. I never want to sleep with other women unless it's you, I just want you. Not only your body but also your heart. Believe me." Not only his voice is shaking, his hands that hold you is also trembling.
"I really love you, Y/N. I've been in love with you for a long time." Law leans his head on your shoulder, "I'm sorry that I hurt you. I will do everything to earn your love again, I will do everything to takes you back with me."
"Prove it." You clench your fist.
Law shoots his head up, his eyes beaming with a little hope you give him, "I will. You should go rest, you must've been tired from your duty here. I'll see you later." Law release his hold on you and walks you to the girls room, "Good night, Y/N." Law scrapes his neck.
You close the door with your back on him, without saying the greeting back to him. You walk over to your bed and lay down, you can feel your heart beats is coming back, the rhythm that always beats when you're near him, "I hope I'm not making a mistake." Both you and Law go to sleep, get ready to welcome the new day, the day where Law's tries to earn your love back.
As soon as you wake up and head over to the kitchen, he brings you warm lemon water with honey, “For your throat.” You can hear Sanji grumbling at the kitchen bar. And Law has been following you around.
Chopper need your assistance? He’s on it.
You’re on watch duty? He’s coming with you.
Law even stay at the Sunny when Luffy decide to goes to the next island. After everything that he did for you, you still don't talk to him. Still ignoring him.
When Luffy waiting for Sanji's desserts, Law coming in to the kitchen to get your desserts. "So, Torao... Did you really coming here to takes Y/N back with you?" Luffy tries to steal the desserts. "Of course I am, Mugiwara-ya." Law slaps Luffy's hand.
"But it's almost a week and she still ignoring you." Sanji chimes in.
"It's fine. I deserved it, and I'm still trying to get her loves back." Law murmur and looks at the side. He finds it awkward to share this kind of thing with other people. Unbeknown to him, someone is standing outside at the kitchen door and overheard their conversation.
When Sunny arrive at the island at night, Nami and you decide to hop to the bar for drinks to relieve some stress. Law and Zoro wants to tag along. Zoro mostly wants to drinks, Law of course coming with you for your safety.
Nami told them to not get close to both of you, since their appearance are to eye catching and tell them to not get any troubles. Nami and you opted to sit at the bar because it's convenient to get the refills.
Minutes turns to hours and Nami hasn't drunk yet but you get a lil bit tipsy. The bar getting more crowded with newbies pirates as midnight comes. Some of the pirates get the nerves to try to flirt with you and Nami. Worst part is they are getting handsy, before you can draw your katana out there's already a katana and nodachi at their necks, "You better gets your hands off from my girl before I split your head off from your body." The ex Shicibukai putting a little bit pressure of his Kikoku until there's a blood seeping out from the guy neck. The guys scurries off after they realize who are they facing off.
My girl... That one word slaps you back to reality, making you fully sober now. Nami sighs with the chaos they created, "The funs is over now, let's go back to Sunny." As soon as Nami finish her words, you stands and run first to Sunny. Law follows you closely, "Y/N, you're drunk. Don't run like that or you will fall."
"I'm not drunk! Stop following me!" You halts before you can reach Sunny. "Go back, Law." You can feel your heart throb. Why is it hurts?
Law slowly walks to you, "I'm not going back until you're coming with me, Y/N." He stands in front of you, "I will say it thousand times, I will not go back without you."
Thump... Thump... Thump... There it is. The beats when you're around him. "Why? Why did you do all of this?" You try to hold back your tears.
"Because I love you." Law tries to reach your face but hesitates, when you don't take a step back he finally touch your face and lift it up. "Because I love you, Y/N." Law wipes the tears from the corner of your eyes, "I will do everything to get your forgiveness, to get your love back, to get your trust on me again, to get you back to my side again."
"Will you hurt me again?" You hiccups and the tears still keep rolling down.
"Over my dead body." Law wipes it.
"Will you leave me and go see to other women again?" You touch Law's hand that was on your cheek.
"Never. You're the only one for me." Law rubs your cheek.
"I don't want to wear the boiler suits. It's too hot." You're still crying.
Law chuckles and wipes your tears again, "Anything for you, princess." Law kiss your temple.
"So does this mean you forgive me?" Law gives his loving stare to you.
"Yes. This is the last time." You glare at him.
"Thank you. And I'm sorry for hurting you." Law press his forehead to you, his lips almost grazing with yours, "I love you, Y/N."
"I love you too, Law."
Finally Law can hear those words from you, his heart beats faster now. "Can I kiss you?" Law murmurs with his low and deep voice.
"Yes." You breathe out the word, slithering your arms to his neck and tip toeing.
Law gently capture your lips, his hand slides down to your waist to gets you closer while the other on your thigh to lift you up. Law deepen the kiss and hold you tightly, saying I love you countless time between the kisses, making you giggle.
"Let's go home now, Y/N." Law pecks your lips again, and you hugs him tightly, hiding your face at the crook of his neck. “Yeah. Let’s go home.” You murmur.
The Straw Hat crews and some of The Heart Pirates crews has been watching the scenes from the deck, they cheers and whistles. Law groans and walk you back while you still in his arm.
“Wait. I need give my thanks to Luffy and the others, I also needs to say goodbye to them.” You hops off and run to the Sunny, Law still follows you closely.
After you says thanks and goodbyes to them, you also gives Nami and Robin hugs. Before you go Nami tells Law, “Don’t make her cry again or else someone will take her from you, Torao.”
“Not gonna happen.” Then Law walks back to the sub with you, linking his pinky with you.
“Well, seems like you lost your chance huh.” Nami nudge Zoro.
“Heh. Maybe in another life I get a chance.” Zoro smirks and just shrug it.
When you arrive at the sub, the crews all welcome you with tears. Ikkaku jump on you giving you a bear hug. Finally their captain misery is ended. No more looking for you from island to island.
The chaotic trio also tries to jump on you to give you a group hug, but Law quickly grab you and put you behind him, “Alright you guys can chat with her tomorrow. Off you go to your duties!” Law bark the order to them, you can see his ears are getting red and you laugh at him.
“Don’t laugh. Come on let’s go to sleep now.” Law tugs you and lead you to his room.
“Wha- Why are you brings me here?” You try to stop him before he goes in.
“What? You’re my girlfriend, isn’t it obvious you’re sleeping at my room from today onwards?" Law smirks, he knows you’re being shy and he can’t help to tease you.
“But what about the others? They will gossip about us.” You stand still at the door.
“Let them be. It’s true though you’re my girlfriend. What’s wrong with it? I’ll just punish them if they tease you. Come on, I’m tired.” Law carry you in bridal style, making you shriek.
Law puts you down on his bed and he lays down beside you. "Umm. Don't you think this escalate to quickly? You take me to your room as soon as you get me back." You try to slips away from his bed.
Law grabs your wrist, "No. It's not. I don't want to waste anymore times more than this. I want to make up with the time I loss with you." Law tugs you down and lay you on his chest embracing you. "Stay here with me, Y/N." Law kiss your forehead.
You smiles and snake around your arm to his body, "I will." You peer up at locking your lips with him, as you pulls away you can see Law gazing at you with eyes full of love. "I love you, Y/N. Always." Law tighten his embrace. "I love you too, Law." And you both fell asleep in each other embrace.
When the sunlight hits Law's face, he scrunch his eyes and slowly open it. The first sight he see is you in his embrace, sleeping peacefully.
He may not find the One Piece, but he find his precious treasure. It's you. He won't trade anything than this precious moment with you. He kiss your temple and holds you tight, trying to get more sleep again with you.
When you both arrives at the kitchen for lunch, the crews starts to cheers again. "Shut up! Eat your lunch and get back to your stations!" Law orders them with a tint of red at hir ears.
You giggle and making a beeline to where Sachi, Penguin and Bepo sits.
"Ahh. So glad that you're back again, Y/N." Sachi wails. "We've been hell you know since you're gone." Penguin lets out a long sighs. "Yeah, captain looks like shit!" Bepo cheerfully fills in.
"Bepo!" Law tries to shut him up before he says unnecessary things to you.
"I'm sorry." Bepo pout.
"Well, at least me and Penguin plans works. Right, Captain?" Sachi push his luck by teasing Law. "That's right. You owe us, Captain." Penguin chimes in.
"Yeah. A toilet duties for you both for a month sounds right." Law casually eat his onigiri.
"EEEHH!!!! NOT FAIR!!" Sachi and Penguin tries to persuade Law to consider the punishment and asking for a rewards.
You laugh at their antics. Even though you're having fun at Sunny with The Straw Hats, there's nothing to beat the fun you have at your "home" with your loves one.
Law glances at you and smile when you're laugh happily. He secretly intertwine your hand with him under the table, you glance back to Law and gives him smiles. Smiles that he loves so much.
He never thought that he will be this happy with you by his side. He should've done this sooner.
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bebe-writes-stuff · 10 months ago
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I been lurking around your page for a min now n I love your work!^^ Can you pleaseeee do a taju x chubby reader
yesss, also, I finished my exams finally, so now I have a bunch of free time. I'm definitely gonna post more!!
@caramelswirlwithacherryontop
Taiju x chubby reader
I'll see you on Wednesday at 5:30 sharp. in front of the Underwater aquarium. It's a date.
WOW HE'S DIRECT!
You thought, pretty stunned.
But prior to this text, a few weeks ago, You were with Yuzuha. It was nearing sundown and you were walking beside her, listening to her ramble about whatever. That's how you usually were, you weren't always aware of what's going on but you were happy anyway.
"But Yuzuha, you really didn't have to beat that guy up. It was just a silly comment, you know, just a joke." You laughed nervously, tugging on the sleeves of your uniform.
"Huh, What do you mean?! That bastard totally deserved it. That wasn't a joke, Y/n. That guy insulted you and no way was he gonna get away with it." She muttered before turning to you and continued,
"Hey, you gotta stand up for yourself with guys like that. Because if they get away without it the first time, they'll keep doing it." She scolded you, almost like a mother scolding her child, despite you basically being the same age.
You looked to the side, tearing up, remembering your classmate's rude comment "He wasn't wrong, Yuzuha. I am ugly and fat."
"No no, please don't cry. Y/n, Your worth goes far beyond what you see in the mirror. And I appreciate you for who you are, not just for how you look. Your personality, kindness, and strength are what truly matter. If anything, he is ugly! He is a loser and stupid." She cupped your soft face before wiping away your tears and hugging you tightly.
You laughed at her attempted to insult him,
"Do you wanna go to the park? We can swing for a bit." She suggested, You nodded, excitedly.
On the way to the park, Yuzuha continued rambling about her math teacher and how much she hated the class. The park was in view when Yuzuha stopped walking and muttered,
"Huh? Is that Mitsuya and...Taiju?" Her question made you look up and squint trying to see who was there and she was right.
"Yeah, looks like it." You answered.
Yuzuha started sprinting towards them, "Hey, Mitsuya!" She shouted. He turned towards Yuzuha's call and waved, smiling. Taiju was sitting on one of the benches in the park while Luna and Mana were playing with him. Luna was brushing his hair, putting bright colored extensions and also using bright colored hair ties while Mana was putting fake nails on his nails. The sight was hilarious. Whilst Yuzuha was distracted with Mitsuya, who wasn't far, you were hesitant but you sat next to Taiju. You watched as both girls gave Taiju a makeover. Suddenly, you heard a familiar ring tone.
"Is that-" You were cut off by the two little girls,
"ICE CREAM TRUCK!" They screeched in unison, excited. They both took off running towards and Mitsuya obviously followed before they got lost, leaving you and Taiju alone, together, on the bench. You had spoken to Taiju before, actually, if anything you found yourself always gravitating to him, or admiring him from afar, never admitting your feelings towards him. Even when Yuzuha asked, she didn't mind, she was curious. But An uneasy silence settled between you, punctuated by hesitant glances, revealing the palpable awkwardness in the air. You peeked last time, only to see Taiju struggling to remove the fake nails Mana had put on. He was picking at non-stop.
"You need help with that?" You finally spoke, breaking the silence. He stopped before moving his hands toward you. You grabbed his hand, before gently removing each nail carefully so as not to hurt him.
So soft
He thought as he stared at your face the entire process before his free hand reached up and tugged a strand of hair behind your ear.
"Pretty." He whispered.
Blushing and stammering, you found yourself unexpectedly flustered as the subtle charms of the flirtation caught you off guard, leaving you feeling delightful yet a little disoriented.
"A-alright, I'm done." Accidentally stumbling over words. You looked around, Mitsuya and Yuzuha were nowhere in sight.
Wait, did they leave?
"It's getting late, shouldn't you get home soon." Taiju suddenly said, making you jump.
You scrambled to get on your feet, "Yeah, you're totally right, I'll get going-"
"I'll walk you home." He deadpanned,
"whAt." Your voice cracked,
"It's too dangerous for a pretty girl like you to be walking around at this time. There's plenty of shitty delinquents out there." He explained, standing up, towering over you entirely.
"O-okay, whatever you see best."
"Good girl."
Despite your efforts to hide your growing embarrassment, Your body language betrayed your emotions. avoiding direct eye contact, and occasionally tripping over your words. The unexpected attention left you feeling both surprised and self-conscious, creating a memorable moment of flustered charm. Once you reached your front door, You felt Taiju step closer and lean against you, pinned you against the door itself.
"I'll see you on Wednesday at 5:30 sharp. in front of the Underwater aquarium. It's a date."
His straightforwardness made you also wanna become frank with him. You wanted to be honest and do what your body told you to. You reached out and cupped his face, maintaining eye contact which you were avoiding. In sync with your motion, Taiju leaned in, Your lips met in a tender dance, a silent conversation of longing and connection. Time seemed to pause as the world faded away, leaving only the warmth of the shared moment. It was a gentle collision of emotions, a sweet blend of passion and intimacy that spoke volumes without a single word.
In the meantime, Yuzuha and Mitsuya high-fived somewhere, stalking you guys, and see how long it'll take until one of you makes a move.
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marvelfanfn2187a113 · 1 year ago
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Busted
Dean Winchester x little sister!reader, Sam Winchester x little sister!reader
Requested by Anonymous (I combined two requests into one)
Synopsis: you lie to Sam and Dean to have a night off, but what happens when you get caught?
A/N: this one’s short too, I think I’m running out of steam 😅
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“I think I’m gonna sit this one out.”
Sam and Dean shared a look, then turned in unison to stare at you.
“You…don’t want to go on the hunt?” Sam questioned.
“Are you dying?”
You rolled your eyes, “No Dean, I’m just really tired. Can I please stay here? It’s a simple job, you don’t really need me.”
Dean shrugged.
“I…guess if that’s what you want.”
The second the boys were out the door, you ran to your bag and started to get ready, before texting your date that you were ready. He arrived not ten minutes later, straddling a motorcycle and sporting a brown leather jacket.
You stepped out of the motel room and stared hesitantly at the bike.
“You want me to get on that?”
“Is that a problem?” He grinned.
You snatched up the helmet he offered you and climbed into the bike.
“Not at all.”
“She never turns down a hunt.”
“I know.”
“She’s not just tired. Something really has to be wrong.”
“I know, Sam. That’s why we’re gonna do this job fast and get back there as soon as we can.”
It was turning out to be the best night ever. Your date had taken you to a carnival that was only in town for the weekend, and he’d let you drag him on almost ever ride. He’d even won you a giant stuffed monkey, and he’d carried it for you the whole night.
He walked you to your motel door when the night was over, promising to text you when he got home.
“Great,” you replied. “And…and maybe we could try this again some time?”
He leaned down slowly, giving you time to pull away if you wanted to. You didn’t. He kissed you, bringing up a hand to hold the back of your neck.
“I think that’s a great idea,” he whispered as he pulled away.
You blushed, taking the monkey from his hands and waving as he mounted his motorcycle and drove away.
“Where could she possibly have gone?”
“For the last time Dean, I don’t know,” Sam ran a hand over his face.
“I mean, it’s not like she-“ Dean fell silent as the door began to open, and you stepped inside, too intent on giggling at your phone to notice your two brothers gaping at you.
You typed for a moment, a dreamy smile on your face, before you looked up and jumped back in surprise.
“Sam, Dean! You…um…you’re back early.”
“I don’t know about early,” Dean frowned at you. “I’d say right on time.”
“Oh, yeah. I was just-just outside for, you know, a breather.”
“Right,” Dean scoffed. “Which is why you look like you’ve been through a car wash.”
You cringed. Between your wind-whipped hair and the fact that your date had gotten you into the dunking booth, you knew there was no getting out of this.
“Yeah, and who were you texting when you came in?” You let out a cry of protest when Sam snatched your phone out of your hand.
“Who is it?” Dean demanded.
“Not sure,” Sam frowned. “She has him in here as “Secret”, with a little heart.”
“Yeah, secret, as in ‘non of your dang business’,” you scoffed, grabbing for your phone, but Sam held it high out of your reach.
“It’s our business when we come back and you’re gone,” Dean grumbled.
“Yeah and you get back looking like…that,” Sam gestures to your disheveled state. “Seriously, where were you?”
“Nowhere,” you crossed your arms stubbornly.
“Fine then,” Sam started going through your texts.
“Hey!” You tried to grab your phone again, but Sam moved out of the way, Dean stepping between you two.
“If you’re gonna give us a heart attack like that, this is what you get,” Dean grunted.
“Ok, I’ll tell you!”
Sam looked up from the phone, but didn’t hand it back to you.
“I was at a carnival, ok?”
“And who’s Secret?” Dean questioned. You didn’t answer.
Sam started to scroll through your phone again, so you interrupted him.
“Ok, ok!” You huffed. “He’s this guy that I met at school, ok? He asked me to the carnival, and I went.”
“This guy,” Dean probed. “Is he a jerk?”
“What?” You scoffed. “Why would you-“
“Because you didn’t tell us,” Sam explained.
“No, ok? He’s not a jerk,” you rolled your eyes. “I just knew you guys would be freaks about this.”
“Freaks? We’re not-“ you cut Dean off with a look, and he relented. “Yeah ok, maybe we’d overreact a little.”
“Look, I know you were nervous, but you can’t just leave like that without telling us,” Sam insisted. “Anything could’ve happened, and we wouldn’t have even known where to start looking.”
“I’m sorry,” you studied your feet, finally realizing that you kinda screwed up. How freaked out would you have been if you’d gotten home and the boys were gone?
“Just don’t ever do it again,” Dean grumbled as Sam handed you your phone back. “Oh, and if that guy does anything, just let me know.”
You rolled your eyes.
“Yeah yeah, right,” you brushed past your brothers and headed for the shower, but Dean’s voice stopped you again.
“Oh, and you’re so grounded.”
“Dean!”
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astraysimp · 11 months ago
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Heeeyyyyyyyyy. I’m back with another chapter of 9mitm! (This is also me trying to push through my current wave of depression and do something productive instead of cry….hehe..ye) HAVE TISSUES READY
<3 Summary: Chan was nervous about being a dad. Sure he knew he loved you, but you weren’t a couple (yet). But, seeing you with your newborn, introducing her to his band mates ,made him not nervous anymore
Warnings: fwb! To lovers , nervous channie, rest of skz meet baby Haneul, fluff, talk of hospital room(you’re still in hospital since you just had baby Haneul), baby talk, crying(HAPPY), talks of labor/delivery of a baby,fem!reader
Sorry if this is kinda bad…..I’m on the verge of tears as I’m writing this
Wc:2.1k
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“I’m pregnant……and it’s yours. That’s all Chan could hear before he blanked out. You were pregnant and it was his baby. “I love you.” Was all you could hear, as you sat across from him on your couch. “What?” You had both said in unison, your jaws dropped. He took a deep breath in, not expecting that news. “H-how far along are you, y/nnie ?” He asked, looking down at your stomach. “About a month.” You whispered, nervously fiddling with your shirt’s hem. “How long have you been uh- in love with me,channie” You asked, looking up at him.Chan knew his answer, though. He’s loved you since the moment you agreed to be friends with benefits, seeing it as his only way to be intimate with you, without having to confess. He knew friends with benefits were supposed to be no strings attached, no feelings. And, that’s why he was scared when he felt himself fall for you. He was petrified. Softly, clearing your throat , you nodded. “Wow…..so it’s been a while,” you whispered. “I -i understand if you don’t feel the same. I just need to get it out there, it’s been eating me alive. I’ve loved you for so long, I want us to be together, you mean the world to me and I don’t want to lose you. He rambled and gently grabbed your hand.
Little did Chan know, you felt the same way, and like him you were too scared to confess.
Smiling, you reached your hand up to caress his cheek, taking him aback. “Oh, Channie. My sweet boy, I love you too. I’ve loved you since we made love for the first time.” You smiled, leaning to kiss his cheek,before pulling back. “Can I tell you something, my love?” You asked, running your thumb over his bottom lip. He nodded, pressing a kiss to the pad of your thumb. “Of course. Want to know everything you’re willing to tell me,” he smiled. “I have only been giving myself to you, and you alone. There is no one else, for me….ever.” You smiled, seeing his light up, a dimpled smile gracing his features before he pulled you in for a long kiss. “Oh honey girl, I haven’t been with or thought of anyone else, other than you. You’re it for me, and now we have a baby.” He smiled, whispering against your lips.
Not just a baby…….his baby.
Pregnancy wasn’t easy. The first trimester was aggressive on you, constantly hitting you with morning sickness, food aversions, mood swings. It was tiring on your body. You and Chan thought that it’d get easier , the further along you got. Some things did and some things didn’t. The further along you got, the more your body would ache, the less your normal clothes would fit. It was a rollercoaster. However, Chan was there through everything, suggesting you move in with him. So you did, when you were 5 months in—but, he practically moved you in with him right after you told him you were pregnant and in love with him.
The third trimester was,probably, the hardest. Moving was difficult, your bump making your back ache, with its weight . Your cravings were all over the place. You asking him, “Baby, can you get me pickles and ice cream,” at 3am or whatever weird combination you wanted. But,every time he smiled, placing a kiss to your bump, “what baby wants, baby gets,” was his reply and 5 minutes later, he’d return with your request. He thought he wasn’t nervous, until your water broke and you cried out, “Channie!The baby’s coming!”
He was nervous on the drive to the hospital, constantly glancing at you as you cried in pain. You writhed, “Channie, hurry, it hurts.” Speeding, he pushed the gas, weaving through traffic as his heart raced. “Okay, baby. I’ll go as fast as I can.” He said, nervously tapping the steering wheel.
Chan was nervous as you were administered into your room. A baby bassinet in the corner, birth certificate on the table, and you were in the bed, a fetal monitor and heart monitor around your stomach. His heart was pounding…..he was really going to be a dad. But, suddenly you cried out as a contraction coursed through you, causing you to hunch over in pain.”Channie! Chan it hurts!’ And he rushed to your side, grabbing your hand. “I know, honey. Just squeeze my hand, okay?” He cooed, as you tucked your head into his chest, feeling another contraction coming…
7 hours 28 minutes, that’s how long your labor had been.
7 hours of it being contractions, getting an epidural and you crying, writhing in pain as you waited to be the full 10cm dilated.. Chan was there through it all though. Holding your hands when you groaned in pain, as every contraction ripped through your body, an immense amount of pressure felt in your pelvis. He held your hand as you got your epidural,but seeing the needle made him nervous. It was a big needle, leaving a catheter in your back to administer the medication. The sight of the needle alone made him wince. How were you getting through this?
28 minutes
Then came the pushing and he was suddenly more nervous than before. In a matter of minutes, your baby would be here. You would be parents and he would be a dad. He was nervous. Chan was by your bedside the whole time, his hand —tightly— locked in yours. Your legs were held up, head burrowed into your chest as you cried. “Chan! I can’t do this, I can’t!’ You wailed, the pressure feeling too much. Whimpering softly, he kissed the top of your head , “you can do this baby. Our baby will be here soon.” He soothed, pressing a cool cloth to your forehead. You shook your head, looking up at him with tear filled eyes. “No , it hurts too much, Channie. Can’t do it,” you cried as he frowned at you. “My girl, you’re so strong and you’re doing so good. I’m right here and soon so will baby wolf be.” He smoothed your hair, as another urge to push came and you tucked your chin to your chest.
28 minutes and 10 pushes later, shrill cries sounded through the hospital room and a crying baby girl was placed on your chest. “Congratulations, you have a healthy beautiful baby girl,” the nurse smiled at you and Chan. All you could do was, cry, you hand coming up to rest on her back. “Hi angel, it’s mommy. I can’t believe you’re here,” you cried, as the nurses whisked her away, recording her length, weight and footprints. Soon enough, the nurse brought her back , swaddled in a soft pink blanket and a hat on her head. Gently laying the baby in your arms,”what’s her name?” With teary eyes, you and Chan replied. “Haneul.”
Haneul Bahng, 23 inches, 7lbs 10 ounces.
“Baby Bahng is here.”
He texted his group chat with his band members. He smiled and sat beside you on the bed.You placed Haneul into Chan’s arms, watching as he looked down at her,.She looked so small in his arms. Gently humming, Chan rocked Haneul in his arms. “Isn’t she lovely? Isn’t she wonderful? Isn’t she precious , less than one minute old.” He sang, looking at you before continuing. “And i never thought that we’d be making one as lovely as she. Isn’t she lovely,made from love?” He smiled. He sang that same song to you when you were still pregnant, feeling it fit you and him so well. He never thought he’d get to call you his, or father a baby with you. Sure, he’d dreamt of it, hoping it would someday happen but now it was reality.
Gently pressing a kiss to both yours and Haneul’s foreheads, he sniffled before he passed her back into your arms. “Hi my angel. Welcome to the world,” Chan whispered, as Haneul’s eyes opened, taking in the world around her. “Such a pretty girl, you are, Haneul.” He cooed, her big brown eyes looking back at him. You smiled as Chan reached a finger out to her, letting her hold it in her hand. “My precious girls.” But he still felt nervous. This was all so new to him.
20 minutes later, soft knocks hit the door and his band mates were peeking their heads in. “Hi. Can we come in?” Minho asked, with a soft smile on his face. Han nodded, holding a gift bag filled with baby stuff in his hand. “Yeah, I heard a special someone is here,” he added. Chan smiled, looking at you, where you were cradling Haneul in your arms. “Come in, guys. Be quiet though. Y/n is tired.” Chan said, as they all shuffled in. Hearing them enter, you looked up and smiled,”Hi guys. We have someone for you to meet,” you giggled. They all perked up, seeing the bundle in your arms, they set all their gifts down and rushed to your bedside.”Wah, she’s so tiny,” Changbin giggled, tearing up. Jeongin nodded, “she’s precious. Look at her little nose.”Nodding,Chan walked over, sitting on the other side of your bed.”Meet your niece, bros.” He smiled, leaning down to kiss your forehead. You smiled, sitting up and turning her to face them. “Guys…..meet Haneul Bahng.” You smiled, rocking her in your arms.
“Wah, she looks like a perfect mix of you and Chan hyung,”Felix cooed, watching as her eyes opened, looking at all of them. Hyunjin nodded, “She’s so quiet and small.” He whispered, reaching out to stroke a finger over her hand. “C-can I hold her?” Seungmin whispered, looking at you. Nodding your head, you smiled and gently placed her in his arms. “Careful, Seung,” you whispered as he smiled, blinking tears back. “Careful, you’re holding my world, there.”Chan interjected, gently pulling you into his side. Seungmin nodded, awestruck of how someone so small could have such a grip on him. “Hi, Haneul. I’m uncle Seungmin. I’ve waited so long to meet you.” He cooed, gently kissing her forehead. “Me next,” Felix smiled, arms already ready to hold Haneul. Seungmin, then, gently placed her in Felix’s arms. “ Hi angel girl, I’m your uncle Felix, but you can call me bbokie or uncle lixie.” He smiled and ran a finger over her cheek, ever so tenderly.
The next hour was spent by the rest of the band members taking turns to cuddle baby Haneul. Finally, she was gently placed back in your arms, as Chan sat beside you, his arm around your shoulders. “How does it feel, to be a parent?” Han asked, as they all looked at you and Chan. “It feels surreal. We’ve waited for so long and now that’s she’s here? It feels surreal but so amazing,” Chan said, as you nodded. “Yeah, to go from feeling her kicks and talking to her in my tummy, to actually holding her and seeing her little features, in person…..it’s such a beautiful feeling. Seeing how she grew with ultrasounds tells you that hey..I’m having a baby. But, getting to see her with my own eyes,and feel her skin with my hands, is surreal. It’s unreal.” You added, tearing up. It was true. Seeing the ultrasounds and feeling her kicks was nothing compared to having her in your arms.
Suddenly, seeing you with your baby, Chan felt his heart stop racing. He wasn’t nervous anymore. His dreams came true, he got you and now you have Haneul. He was ready to take on the new role of daddy. He could do this, as long as he had you by his side. Chan wasn’t nervous about changing dirty diapers, or waking up at 2 am to feed her. He was ready for it, because you would be with him experiencing it together.
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