#I want to be home. I want to cuddle my mum and cry about all the problems of being me

[aspiringhorrorauthor]

I am so fucking done with living down south. Someone get me home

[leviscolwill]

— dad!jude bellingham headcanons !

pairing: dad!jude bellingham x fem!reader

req: could you write dad!judebellingham ml <3

note: i tried writing headcanons because i feel like my writing is very 👎👎🍅🍅🍅 at the moment, i hope you'll like it still !! reblogs are VERY appreciated since the tags are in a silly goofy mood right now #useless 😝🤪

tag list: @ceofmercedes &lt;3

it's well established on judeblr that he is a girl dad, so girl dad it is

i think he would spiral a bit over the fact that you're growing a whole human being in you

he would say random shit like “no but do you feel her legs grow ?”

and you're like 😐😐😐 of course not

but the poor boy is just clueless 😪

he would always remind you of how you're the most beautiful woman on earth, even when you're crying your eyes out because ron fell off his chess piece in the philosopher's stone

now,, i think we're all well aware he would spoil your daughter rotten

getting her new clothes or new toys whenever he passes in front of a store because “she might need it one day”

but !! he would never let her turn into a “daddy i want a squirrel” kinda girl

you would both make sure she's very well mannered because he is very aware his parents' education played a big part in who he is today

i feel like being strict wouldn't be a problem for him either

yk being the eldest in his family, he wouldn't be swayed by your girl's pleading eyes when she acts wrong

he would 100% cry on her first day of pre-school (it's the cancer in him)

and he would try to drop her / pick her up from school as much as he possibly can with training and stuff

if you speak another language, you'd learn it to your daughter and use it to talk shit about jude 🤭

“have you seen what he wore today ?” “yeah daddy's shirt is very ugly”

in my case she would say quoicoubeh to him

i feel like he'd get so frustrated and start sulking amd pouting before your daughter reassures him

okayy bc it's spooky szn rn 😋

family matching costumes !! (call it corny 😡 i do not care)

monsters, disney characters or the adams family... he'd have soooo many ideas

he'd go trick or treating just to eat all the sweets

playfights with your daughter for their girl's attention

“it's my mommy !”

“oh yeah ? but mommy liked me before, so i'm the number one in her heart”

“it's not true ! mommy tell him he's a liar”

you can only roll your eyes because he really has beef with a whole child ???

but he's just a kid himself !!

everytime she gets to see uncle jobe she's overly happy

and jude would smack the back of his head when he says a bad word

(like he's not the one to curse at home yk 🙄)

is it a bad thing i think he would secretly hope your daughter has a bad dream so she'd have a good excuse to sleep in between you both ?

because he would

just to cuddle with her

then he regrets it when she wakes him up early in the morning

when she grows up he would be soooo invested in her school's dramas

like, actually asking for updates during dinner like he's dan from gossip girl

“what do you mean ben is dating his ex's best friend ?? he's such a di... bad person”

he'd be so gassed whenever she would wear his shirt (especially at school)

like you got all these clothes but chose this particular england shirt ? 🥹🥹

(as if half her wardrobe isn't his jerseys from every club he's been at)

(+ jerseys he exchanged with other players and signed jerseys by football legends)

he would sooo show her off to his teammates

“yeah my girl knows how to read now” 😎

and show every picture of her EVER

even the embarrassing ones

100% would introduce his friends as uncles

“say hi to uncle gio” (🫠)

now hear me out bc i think it's my favourite idea

he would totally look up hairstyles tutorials for your babygirl and try them out

once he gets the hang of it, he would never stop finding new ones

and since he doesn't have a sister, he would go to his mum for advice

on hair, but also girl stuff so he can pretend he already knows it all in front of you

you'd also go to his mum to advice tho, because being a parent (especially a mum) is never easy

and she would gladly share all of them with you

when you get into fights with jude your girl would always try to make it better

“dad says he's sorry”, “mum said she's not mad anymore”

of course you both know she's lying but somehow it always works ???

so your relationship is the prime example of what she's looking for when she grows up

and she secretly hopes she gets to love her s/o just like her parents love each other (too corny now ?)

anyways jude would treat you both like his little princesses, and he's so so so grateful he gets to live a lifetime with you two

or maybe more than two who knows 🚶‍♀️

[veeluvss]

hii!!! hope your ok? could you write something about mom!emily and daughter!reader where reader gets pregnant(like teen pregnancy) and emily is just comforting her and helping her through it? - feel free to ignore if your not comfortable writing this!! ◡̈

hii!! i loved this request, thank you so so much! here’s the story - let me know what you think /nf

i hope you liked it !!

her smile

tw: teen pregnancy

fluff, family

2.5k words

The test in your hand shook. What the fuck were you meant to do now? This wasn’t supposed to happen, this wasn’t part of the plan. It was a silly one time thing, the condom broke, the chances - and you’d defied them all. You were seventeen, far too young for a child. You couldn’t raise a child. And god, what would your mum think?

You spent the night curled up in bed, holding your stuffed bear to your chest. Your legs were pulled up too, hiding your stomach from the world. You had a baby in there- you had to protect it at all costs. You were going to tell the dad first, thankfully you knew who it was. It wasn’t a serious thing but it wasn’t exactly a toxic thing either and you were thankful about that. You wanted to make sure he knew and he was involved every step of the way. The one thing, even only hours after finding out, you were sure of - is that you’d never get rid of your baby.

The next morning, you woke up to the smell of fresh waffles being cooked. Mum was home. Jumping out of bed, you pulled on shorts and your mums FBI jumper and headed downstairs. She’d been on a case and you’d missed her. She heard you run down the stairs and opened her arms in preparation for the hug. You wrapped your arms around her neck and your legs around her hips. She laughed, her deep belly laugh and help you tight.

“Hi my darling,” she said.

“Hi mum, I missed you,” you replied, dropping your feet but staying in her arms.

“I missed you too.” She replied. You stayed like that for a few moments, soaking it up. You don’t really know what happened, or why but you began to cry. She held you tighter, not saying a word.

“One second baby,” she whispered, as you began to smell the burning waffles. She tapped your back and you let go. Sniffling, you wiped your eyes on your sleeve.

Emily turned around with burnt waffles on a plate but still put ice cream on them. You laughed.

“Mum, you can’t eat them if they’re burnt,” you said.

“I’m not wasting them,” she replied. “These are special waffles I got from the city.”

You smiled, at her smile, and lifted yourself up onto the counter. You asked her about the case and she told you what she could. You loved hearing about her work. It was something you really wanted to do.

Your hand rubbed at your stomach, thinking of the peanut in there. You looked at your mum and thought about how you wanted the baby to be just like her - to have her smile, her laugh, her light hearted attitude. She paused, looking at you with a whimsical smile.

“What are you looking at?” she asked softly.

“Just you,” you smiled back. “I love you, mum.”

“I love you too baby,” she whispered, leaning over and kissing your cheek. “Now come eat these New York waffles.”

You spent the entire day watching movies with your mum. Curled up in her bed with her blankets and hoodie. You cuddled into her closely.

“Oh babe,” she whispered, picking up her phone.

“A case?” you sighed, looking up at her with puppy eyes.

“Yeah, love,” she hugged you tight and let you go. You blinked back the tears, trying not to show how disappointed you were.

Hours later, your mum was gone and the dad to your new baby was sitting in your kitchen. You were stalling.

“Y/n, just tell me what’s going on. I’ve been here forty five minutes now and you still haven’t got to the point-”

You sighed and slid into the seat next to him.

“I don’t want you to freaak out. No one else knows but I want you to know that I’ve made a decision and you can either decide to be here for me or not-” you began. His face twisted, almost as if he knew already. His eyes jumped down to your stomach and then back up again. Your hand moved to rest there, protecting your baby already.

“You’re not-”

“I found out yesterday,” you replied, eyes down.

“Have you confirmed it with doctors?” His voice was surprisingly calm, almost as if he was prepared.

“Not yet. I’ve only done one test,” you said. You carried on before he could speak, “but, the signs are all there. That’s why I did a test in the first place.”

“Let’s go to the store and double check and then we can book you a doctors appointment,” he said. He stood up from the chair and went to grab his jacket but you grabbed his wrist.

“Wait,” you whispered. “Tell me what you’re thinking.”

He sat back down quietly and cleared his throat. Your heart was pounding in your chest. You weren’t with this guy, not seriously and this could end so badly. You knew it. He turned in his chair and took hold of your shaking, clammy hands.

“Y/N,” he began. Tears welled in your eyes. “Whatever happens, pregnant or not- I’ve had feelings for a while. It began when we started that project together and then the sex and - look I’ve been meaning to tell you. I won’t lie I hoped that was why you called me over,” he said softly. You were shocked. You didn’t know he was attached.

“What about the other girls?” you asked, referring to the other girls you thought he was sleeping with.

“There aren’t any other girls. Not anymore. I know the lads joke about it - it’s funny to them. But since I realised how much I like you… I dropped them all.”

“All of them?” you were skeptical. His lads did joke, a lot. This guy was the man slag of the school - the one who slept with everyone and he had feelings for you??

“All of them. I promise. I even deleted their numbers, the lot. I only speak to my friends and the occasional girl in my class when needed. I’m serious about you,” he paused and looked at your belly. “And the baby.”

“You want to keep it?” You questioned, almost choking on the question. His eyes went wide – assuming you didn’t from your response.

“I’ll respect anything you chose-” He spluttered. “I just, it’s mine too and that’s important to me.”

“We’re still so young,” you sighed, lowering your eyes.

“We are.” he grabbed your chin and lifted up your head gently so you were looking at him. “But let’s triple confirm the pregnancy and then we can worry then, okay?”

You nodded in agreement and slowly leaned in to kiss him. His soft tone, his gentle eyes and entire person was so comforting to you. You couldn’t help it.

It was triple confirmed. As a pair, working on making things official, you had decided to keep the baby. You knew it would break you trying to abort and with a dad who was interested, genuinely invested even, you knew the baby would be okay. You just had to tell Emily.

She’d texted you to tell you she was about an hour away from home and you began making her dinner. It was her favourite. Deep down, you knew your mum would support you no matter what but the anxiety of the reaction was insane. Your palms were sweaty, you struggled to catch your breath and you couldn’t focus on the cooking at all.

Somehow, you still managed to patch something together in time for her arrival home. She walked through the front door, replaced her heels with slippers and entered the kitchen with a wide smile on her face.

“Oh this is lovely!” she praised, seeing her favourite on the side.

“Sit down mum, I’ll get you some wine,” you replied, unable to make eyecontact. As a profiler, that gave it all away. She smiled and held up her wine glass regardless then set it down, clearing her throat.

“So my angel cake,” she said softly, addressing you in a way that made you more worried - “you’ve either been suspended, done drugs or get pregnant. What’s going on?”

You knew she was joking. She said it as a joke - a common joke parents make: ‘Oh, you’ve come to tell me your pregnant’. But it wasn’t a joke, suddenly it was real life and you were ready to throw up.

Exiting the kitchen at high speed, you crashed into the downstairs bathroom. Emily was quick to drop behind you. She held back your hair and rubbed your back and then sighed. She sat behind you, flushed the toilet and then closed the seat. She stayed close to you and your head rested on the toilet in shame. She knew, no doubt about it, she knew.

“It’s ironic when a mother’s joke becomes truth, isn’t it?” she sighed quietly. Her head rested on the door frame and her eyes ran over you. She rubbed yoru back, sighing a little more and then grabbed your hand.

“Talk to me,” she encouraged. “Tell me.”

“The condom broke,” you suddenly sobbed. “I didn’t do it on purpose and I swear it was an accident-” Emily moved and took you into her arms completely. YOu clung to your mum as if you were four years old again, letting every emotion come out. The anxiety about telling her, the anxiety about the baby. The idea of even having a baby. A new relationship you didn’t know if you were ready for. The fact you were going to be a mum. The way you were only seventeen. The tears ripped through your body but Emily held you the entire time. She didn’t let go, not once.

“I was 15 when I first got pregnant,” Emily said softly, handing you a cup of tea. “

“What?” You replied, eyes wide. Your jaw dropped. Emily smiled at the reaction. “Fifteen?”

“Fifteen.�� She took a deep breath before explaining. “I lived in Rome at the time, with my mum who was working hard. I had sex with boys to fit in, being a teenager is hard, I understand that more than you know. Anyway, church and religion was a big thing. My priest said that if I abort the baby, I’m not welcome back into the church. Obviously, I was fifteen, still at school - my mum couldn’t know. I had no other choice. I ended up aborting the baby but my friends helped me back into the church-” she explained. You listened intently.

“Does it make you sad?” you asked.

“What?”

“That you didn’t keep the baby?”

“All the time. I’ll grieve for the baby for as long as I’m alive but I know I made the right choice. My body was still so young, I don’t think it would have even managed to keep a baby safe, as well as me. And then the external factors - plus,” she smiled and grabbed your hand. “If I had kept the baby, I probably never would have had you.” You blushed and lowered your head.

“Are you ashamed?” You whispered.

“I’ll never be ashamed of what I did to fit -”

“No mum,” you interrupted. “Are you ashamed of me?” You saw her heart break through her eyes and she shook her head so adamantly.

“I would never, ever be ashamed of you. Y/N I am so proud of you.”

“Proud for getting knocked up at 17?” you scoffed.

“Hey, no.” she shook her head again. “You don’t talk about yourself or my grandchild like that. Ever. What happened, happened. As you said, it was an accident. Sweetheaart, you’re seventeen. You’re exploring your body and naturally boys too. These things are bound to happen. Perhaps if you were drugged up and on alcohol and got with about five men and we didn’t know who the dad was then I’d probably be a little disappointed but never ashamed.” you began to cry again and she pulled you into a hug.

It was baby shopping day. You had a bump, a cute one that everyone found adorable. Everyone had been so supportive. The entire team adored you evern more, buying you gifts, checking up on you, helping you decorate. JJ, a mum herself, had been lovely and so supportive. Giving you remedies, tips, massages - it had been amazing. Not only had your family stepped up but your boyfriends had too. Hsi family have loved you through it all. You agreed to stay living at home with your mum. Your boyfriend planned on moving in just before the baby arrived - after his exams - so he could help. Your mum wasn’t too bothered about you finishing school this time round as she knew she had more than enough money to send you back when you were ready, even if it was from home.

Garcia and JJ turned up in the car together as you and your boyfriend stood outside the house, waiting for Emily.

“She’s meeting us there, she got a bit caught up with work,” JJ said, opening the door for you.

“She’ll definitely meet us there?” You asked, sad she wouldn’t be able to shop with you. Her opinion was the most important.

“Defiently honey, now hop in,” Garcia said. You got into the car and put on your belt. Your boyfriend sat beside you and held your hand the entire drive, knowing about your new found travel sickness.

Shopping was so succesful. You were pretty sure that between the lot of you, you’d spent over a grand but you didn’t even care. Uncle Rossi had sent money, your grandparents had sent money, everyone you knew had sent you money to put towards baby Prentiss and you were so happy. It had been one of the most amazing days in the pregnancy journey. Whilst you were exhausted from being on your feet, you were even more excited for the little one to arrive.

The baby nursery was ready a few weeks before baby was due. It was under the sea themed, perfect for you and you’re little kicker. Your boyfriend’s exams were over too and he was in the process of moving his things in. Derek had helped build the nursery and Emily hadn’t left your side.

With such a supportive group, you knew the birth of the baby was going to be easy sailing. And it was.

Emily stood on one side, your boyfriend on the other. JJ and Garcia were in the room too, as well as your boyfriend’s mum.

“So go on, tell us the name you chose,” JJ smiled - she’d been in on it since the start. Holding the bundle of pink blankets and tiny baby in your arms, you looked up at your mum with tears in your eyes.

“Mum, you’ve been there every step of the way. From the moment you adopted me at five to this very second you haven’t left my side and I’m so grateful. I’m so proud of you for putting your life of the line everyday to serve the country and bring down the bad guys. I’m so proud of how unbelievably strong you are no matter what you’ve been through. Not a day goes by where I don’t think about how incredible you are. Everyone can see that. I want my baby to have your strength, determination, huge heart and the most beautiful smile.” Tears were streaming down Emily’s face as she caressed your hair. “We decided to call her Emily Hope Prentiss.”

[damiansgoodgirll]

heres something with damian: him and reader getting stranded in the airport due to a snowstorm and she cuddles up shyly with him

damian priest x reader

snow outside

you couldn’t believe your flight was getting delayed. well you actually could since there was a snowstorm outside but you really wanted to be home for the weekend and see your family that not even the end of world was going to stop you.

but the snow was increasing and a lot of flights got cancelled and you were worried about your flight too.

“you okay?” damian asked you when he sat next to you.

you just finished to film raw and even if you were supposed to be on different flights, you found yourselves stuck at the airport together.

“my flight is probably getting cancelled…” you whispered, trying everything you could to not to cry.

“mine too…i bet it’s sunny and cold in orlando tho…” he joked and you slightly smiled “are you going back home for a few days?” he asked while sitting next to you.

“i was supposed to before the flight got a four hours delay…” you said while reading all the delays on the screen.

“great…mine just got cancelled…” he said a little annoyed.

“what if i won’t be able to see my family?” you asked him and he could tell you were probably going to cry in any minute.

“hey…come here…” he held you closer “it’s not your fault and your family knows this…it’s just this freaking weather and the fact that we are in canada…and you gotta fly to vegas…i’m pretty sure it’s hot and sunny down there” he joked making you chuckled a little bit “i know how much this means to you…and i’m sure that you’ll see them very soon…” he said “…well, probably not tomorrow since your flight just got cancelled too”

“what?” you almost screamed in exasperation.

“hey hey calm down…take a deep breath for me hermosa…in and out…” damian saw how agitated you were and he was hurting for you. he knew how much you cared for your family and with the fact that you lived in orlando and they were in vegas, he knew you saw them not very often, plus with you being drafted from nxt to raw your life got busier and busier.

“i should call my mom and let her know i’m not visiting them this weekend…she was so excited when i called her yesterday…”

“i know hermosa…i’m so sorry…” he hugged you while you were typing your mum’s number. after calling her and explaining what was happening you felt a little bit more relaxed. you knew she wouldn’t be mad and that she would understand, you were just upset you couldn’t be there for her and your dad.

“it’s pretty cold outside…and here too…” you whispered trying to warm your hands a little bit.

thankfully damian was still hugging you so he didn’t make it awkward when his arm moved closer to your body to keep you closer to his bigger one.

he was cold too but he couldn’t help feeling all warm inside by having you so close.

there was a certain feeling between the two of you. you liked him more than a friend but you never understood his intentions. he was kind with you but he was kind with everyone so that didn’t make it special. he never showed anything that would make it seems like he was interest in you but right now, having him so close to you made you daydream about the relationship you could have.

“what if we share a hotel room?” he asked, waking you from your dream.

“what?”

“i mean…you’re clearly about to fall asleep here and even if i don’t mind you sleeping on me, this would be a very uncomfortable position for you to sleep and it’s clearly too cold here. plus all these people who’s flights been cancelled won’t stop making noise and it’s getting to crowded for my liking…we won’t be able to fly until tomorrow, hopefully the snow stops…and i’d rather sleep on a comfortable bed in a cozy room than staying here…” he said and honestly you were okay with everything he said. you knew there was the airport hotel just a few miles away and that the taxis were still going so before it was too late you both took the opportunity and got to the hotel.

damian got the room and - of course - there was just a bed. you pretended you didn’t care but inside you were the happiest person on earth.

you changed while he took a quick shower and both jumped into bed.

“dam…” you whispered.

“mh?” he turned his head just to see you.

“can you turn the tv on please? i - i can’t fall asleep without the sound…if it bothers you i can try and sleep-…” he didn’t even let you finish that the tv was on “thank you…”

“can i ask you why?” he was curious.

“i started doing it when i started living alone…i’ve always been scared of staying alone at night so the tv helped me calm…”

“but you’re not alone tonight” he almost teased.

“i know it’s just…it helps me you know?” you said shyly.

he loved how you just opened up to him and he honestly wanted to know every single detail of your life but he saw how you were about to fall asleep.

“i know…” he smiled “good night princesa…” he whispered while you closed your eyes. he fell asleep dreaming of more moments like this.

[parkerdoeswriting]

Not Allowed

(TASM! Peter x GN Reader)

category: angst > fluff blurb

summary: reader is having issues with their mom, peter is there for them. 

warnings: family issues (specifically mum issues), cringe vent fanfic, very specific to my life so if you relate i feel sorry for you LMAOOO

word count: 0.5k

A/N: This is kinda a VERY cringey vent post🤩 not doing good cuz MY MUM is driving me up the walls with her favouritism of my brothers and her inability to let me live my life! 

Knock knock knock… 

Peter’s ears perk up at the noise, instantly getting up. He had been home alone after Aunt May went out with some of her friends, and they both weren’t expecting company. He quickly descends down the stairs, checking the peephole before opening. He doesn’t see anyone and so he opens, wondering if they got mail. But when he opens the door, he isn’t expecting what he sees. 

You’re sitting on the Parker’s front porch steps, your hands buried into the palm of  your hands as you cry. His eyes widen at the sight of you, automatically going into comfort mode.

“Babe, you okay?” he sits next to you, his arms instinctively wrapping around you. 

You shake your head, his hands still holding your face. He rests his chin on your shoulder and he presses chaste kisses to your temple, trying to comfort you. 

“Sorry” You weep softly, wiping my eyes. 

You look at him, your eyes red as your lip quivers. Your face is red from embarrassment, your hands shaking as you try to stop crying.

“Don’t be sorry, let's go inside and talk, alright?” he speaks softly, cupping your cheek with his hands. 

You nod slowly, his hands going from your cheek to your hands, pulling you up. He leads you inside, heading to the living room, his hand never once letting go of yours. You both sit down on the couch, wrapping a blanket around the two of you. He turns on your favourite movie, waiting for your words to start falling out.

“Well, my mum, she’s just been so mean?” you sniffle, cuddling up to him.

“She’s been totally inconsiderate that this is my life and I don’t want to “fit in” with everyone.” you add, biting the inside of your mouth. 

“I just wish she could understand I don’t wanna be a carbon copy of her, and that I'd like to do things, to learn different things!” you bring your knees up to your chest, hugging them to your body. 

“I’m sorry” he frowns, pressing chaste kisses to your face. 

“It’s whatever, I dunno” you wipe your eyes again. 

“Have you tried talking to her about it?” he asks softly, his hands going up to play with your hair.

“Yeah, and everytime she completely misses the point and discredits my feelings every time!” you exclaim, your fists balling in frustration.

You can see his mouth curling into a frown as he tries to think of something to say, his hands pull you closer to him, your face contorts as you try not to cry again. 

“I’m sorry, I’m probably oversharing or whatever” you try to back away from his grip, putting on your half assed poker face. 

“No, come back” he frowns, grasping onto your hand, interlocking his fingers with yours. 

He manages to pull you back despite your best efforts, screw having a superhero as a boyfriend. His legs wrap around you, trapping you in as he attacks your face with kisses.

“I’m sorry your mum is treating you like this, you don’t deserve that” he says in between kisses. 

“I just want her to be supportive of me” you sniffle, your eyes all teary. 

“I know, just know I’ll love you no matter what and you can always talk to me about anything” his face resting in the crook of your neck.  “Thanks babe” your head leans against him.

[joonbum]

i'll always hold you.

kei tsukishima comfort

Warnings: mentions of parents fighting, mentions of yelling 

a/n: just pure comfort for anyone who needs it since my parents always fight

kei hated seeing you like this. your small frame shaking, bottom lip quivering, and the way your eyes were swollen with tears waiting to pour.

you rang his doorbell in the evening, and it was a rather pretty sunny day outside. kei was excited to see you, his pretty girl, lighting up his day.

“Hey tiny, whatcha up to hmm?” He had started to say in a rather playful mood.

until he saw your eyes and nose that were dusted red. your gaze lifting down as you sniffled and tears ran down your face.

he instantly wrapped his arms around you., engaging you in a feeling of comfort. 

“shh it’s okay, come in,” he said, his arms not leaving your side. 

he led you to his room, where memories and moments of past enjoyment made you feel at ease. but they were all forgotten as tsukki plopped you on his bed. scanning your face too see if you still felt any uneasiness.

you wrapped your small arms around him and rested your face in his chest as he placed his hand on your head, and the other on the small of your back, both of them gently rubbing and coaxing all of the tears out until you had none left to cry.

“it’s okay sweetheart, just let it all out.” he mumbled as his lips placed soft kisses on your head and shoulder.

you sobbed, as all of the stress finally came out, and he rocked your body back and forth, holding you in a cradle.

he laid you on his bed and wrapped you in a blanket, as he opened the mini fridge in his room, and brought out two slices of strawberry shortcake, both of your favorite desserts. 

“I’d been saving this for later to eat with you, and I can’t think of a better time than this.” He said sitting in front of you and brought two forks, as you both ate quietly.

“tastes good,” you said softly as you scarfed down the cake in front of you, longing to forget your stressed out day.

“yeah?” he smiled. he had a faint idea of what was wrong. but seeing you like this was rare. you were always so happy and always smiley, and just so pretty. your happiness was like a ray of sunshine in his calm life. but judging from the way your body seemed a little tired, and how you flinched from the slightest noise..

“was it your parents?” he said softly.

you looked up, nodding as tears welling up in your eyes at the mention of them. 

“hey hey no please don’t cry, you don’t gotta talk about it if you don’t wanna..” he gently squeezed your hand.

you nodded. “It’s okay, kei. They’ve just been fighting and the sound of the yelling was there all night…” you sighed scared to continue, but wanting to tell him anyways.

the sound of yelling had seeped into your bedroom, so much that you couldn’t even sleep. you hated yelling. yelling brought back memories that you were too afraid too face, memories of your parents being disappointed.

you didn’t understand. they’d always been good parents to you, and always been in love. it’s just sometimes the arguments, which would’ve been meaningless if they would’ve just listened—

“it’s both their fault? I sort of wish my dad listened to my mum more and they could just cooperate.”

he nodded understandingly, and sighed.

“I’m glad you told me sweetheart. I bet if they knew that it hurts you this much they wouldn’t let it happen.” he patted your head and planted kisses on your cheek.

“Does it feel better now? Less anxious?” he mumbled staring into your eyes knowing how you feel uneasy whenever something like this happens.

“Mhm,” you hummed. “but the thought of going home sounds disgusting.” your nose scrunched up in disgust. 

a low sound rumbled from tsukkis chest as he laughed. “your so cuteeee” he booped your nose. and it brought a small smile to your face.

“stay over baby,” tsukki hummed kissing your hands. “no one’s home anyways…we could watch a movie and cuddle.”

“that sounds perfect.” you grinned. and gave him a soft kiss on his mouth that caught him off guard.

“I’ll go make some popcorn!!” You smiled as you bounced away, excited to cuddle with kei and feelings of anxiety leaving you.

kei hated seeing you like that. but whenever you felt upset, kei would always be here to cheer you up.

[midoriima]

family line | ushijima wakatoshi

[!!!] toxic/physically & emotionally abusive mother, (fem! she/her) reader is a parent-child, mentions of scars & bruises, implications of r@p3. ib maquia: when the promised flower blooms, read at your own discretion cos it might hit close to home, this is kinda a vent after all.

There was nothing special in particular about this evening. Wakatoshi had just finished washing up and is now getting ready to drift off to sleep, as you are in the next room, but when his head hits his pillows, he begins to remember a few blurry memories.

"He is your responsibility! Your ___ is your responsibility so you have to take care of him because I'm busy!" You'd told him he hit his head really hard one time when he was younger, hence why he can't remember the exact words, voices, or faces, but one thing he remembered with that statement was he saw you.

He'd remembered this a few times, but only now did he realize that he did see you. He was very small compared to you but one thing that didn't sit right with him everytime he thought about it was that you looked young.

He always brushed it off as, 'she must have had me when she was young,' but now that he can remember a little clearly, you looked incredibly young and it disturbed him. You looked weak, covered in scars and bruises here and there, and while you were "matured," you definitely did not look like one.

Was she... no, he shook his head, anything but those assumptions, if it ever were the case, he's not sure he'd be able to keep his hands from ruining whoever did it.

He thought some more, it was future schoolwork but he didn't want to stress himself out with it. But right as he closed his eyes, tears fell. Ah, another memory,

You were dressing him up in nightclothes, you carried him on one arm, turned the lights off and tucked yourselves into the comfy sheets of the bed. It was a rather cold night. It was always at least a little chilly every night but this particular night was cold.

"---, I'm cold..." His younger self complained, shivering and curling into a ball, his forehead hitting your shoulder and when he feels the warmth of your body, he inches closer, expecting you to embrace him.

For some reason, he just can't seem to remember what he called you. Surely it had to be 'mum,' because what else?

"Oh! Then, can we cuddle? Only if you're alright with it. I can always get more blankets." He shook his head at your response, "cuddles, please." And that's what happened.

He remembers how he would always crave your attention. Your praises and affection always got him going, that's why he always smiled with you. But he gets angry when you get hurt and also cry when you cry, trying to comfort you like you do with him as streams of tears slowly fall and sobs escape his lips.

I'm very lucky my mother is a good one, he thinks to himself in the midst of reminiscing. You weren't perfect, of course, but unlike other mothers, all the good things you've done for him overwhelms your mistakes as his parent figure.

About to drift off to dreamland, he ponders once more,

Who's his dad? Where is he now? What happened with you? Why did he leave? Or, at least, why is he not here with you?

These questions got him staying up a little later. He wonders how young you two might have been when you had him if you looked that young in his memories. Or maybe you just looked really young?

That said, you always avoided telling him your age. He's sure he's the only son in this galaxy who doesn't know the age of his mother. And that said, why do you avoid it?

He thinks you might really have been young and were too ashamed, he guessed, to say because you might think his attitude towards you would shift once he knew but he reassured you in his own thoughts that he wasn't going to do that.

@midoriima i don't remember the exact details of how i wanted this to go nor do i remember why i wrote this or what message i wanted to to convey but i do remember this was written as a way to vent in the form of fanfic and not entirely alike what i felt or experienced at that time.

also, go check out more on my masterlists cos these partial works are open for any continuation or derivatives, etc. but on one condition: ask permission 🤗 that's allll

[barkrry]

you remember when...? - masterlist // walk through fire for you It wasn’t unusual for YN to turn up at the Styles house out of the blue, it was basically her second home. Whether Harry was there or not, she was let in to hang out with the rest of his family.

This time wasn’t any different, though she did turn up looking a bit upset. Anne didn’t question it too much, allowing her in and calling Harry from his room.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Anne asked, gently stroking her cheek after she had removed her shoes and jacket. She didn’t know what had upset the young teen, but she was always happy to listen whenever possible. Even if she was just complaining about her son.

“Y-yeah,” YN breathed out, her eyes falling on Harry on the stairs behind her. “Hi,” she whispered to him, as fresh tears were leaking out of her eyes. And he was quickly rushing down the last of the steps to hug her against his body.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Baby,” he whispered in her ear, rubbing her back as he tried to be as supportive as possible. He may not know what had his girlfriend in tears, but he would do anything to bring back her smile.

“Can we- can we talk in- your room?” She managed to get out, lifting her head from his shoulder. Her face wet as she sucked on her bottom lip, and he was quickly nodding his head without a second thought. His hand slipping into hers and gently taking her upstairs to his room. She had been in here many times before, if they weren’t here, then they were at her own place. But Anne gave them more privacy than her own mother, so it was common they ended up here. Harry was pulling back his duvet, crawling into the bed and opening his arms for her. And she had zero hesitation as she was crawling into his bed and cuddled up to him.

“What’s wrong, flower?” He whispered to her, his fingers gently stroking through her hair as he leaned against his headboard.

“You remember- remember when my parents were away for that night, and- and you lied to your mum about sleeping over- at- at Jake’s?”

“And I was actually at yours,” he added, frowning a little as he looked down at her. “I couldn’t forget that night, you know that.”

Of course he couldn’t forget, it was the first time they had sex. They had lost their virginities to each other, and he would never ever forget that night for that reason. There had been so much love in the room, and it had been more magical than he could have ever predicted.

“Harry, I’m pregnant,” she announced to him, her voice flat. Her fingers curled into the hoodie he wore, but she didn’t dare tilt her head to catch his reaction. She didn’t want to see it.

They were 16, freshly turned. Their GCSE’s were soon, and this was the last thing they ever dreamed about having to worry about. They were definitely not ready to be parents, they were still kids themselves.

“Y-you’re- how sure?” Harry stuttered, though his hand hadn’t stopped caressing through her hair. YN raised her eyes slightly to meet his, though her vision was blurred from the amount of tears being held there. “Oh— fuck— baby,” he breathed out, cradling her head and holding her against his body, his own face screwing up slightly. Hearing her scared sobs against his neck had his heart breaking, and he had no idea on how to fix this.

The couple laid there for a while, as YN let out all of her tears and Harry held his own back. It’s not that he didn’t cry, or he didn’t want to. He just wanted to focus on his flower for now, and deal with his own emotions once things were sorted

An hour later, YN had cried herself to sleep, and Harry was carefully laying her down against his pillow. It wasn’t the first time they had ended up asleep in his bed, and he was sure it wouldn’t be the last. Anne didn’t seem to mind, she knew they would be safe. And as much as he wanted to join her, he knew she would be extremely dehydrated when she woke up.

Making the trek down to the kitchen, his hoodie still damp with the tears of his girlfriend as he was opening the fridge door. Movement behind him followed by footsteps on the staircase suggested to him that Gemma was leaving him and his mum alone. To talk.

“Is YN alright? Fight with her family?” Anne asked, leaning against the sink with her arms folded against her chest, concern clear as day on her expression.

It wasn’t that YN had a poor relationship with her family, but it was known that she would butt heads with her mum more often than not. Usually when it came to that time of the month, where all their cycles were synced and it was just hormones going out of control. Anne was more than aware of these, being a shoulder to cry on for the young girl many times.

“N—no, not her family,” Harry said, sounding dismissive as he was taking out his water bottle. Hanging on the door as he searched for a suitable snack for when his girlfriend woke up.

“H, she was— I’ve never heard her cry like that, is she okay?” And honestly, that alone had Harry’s heart doing flips. He loved that his mother cared for his girlfriend so much, that she had been accepted into the family though they were only young and in love, as YN’s own parents would say.

“She’s—“ Harry shut the fridge door, biting down on his lip as he glanced at his mother. He wasn’t sure if he should say anything, he knew his mother would never be outwardly mad at him or YN. Not to their faces. “We had sex.”

The way Harry had delivered the line, it was perfectly deadpan. And it had left Anne a little stunned, as she was definitely not expecting that response from her youngest at all. Of course, she knew they had been experimenting a little, and that’s why she gave them the space they needed. If they didn’t do it in the comfort of one of their houses, they’d be doing it somewhere they could end up arrested. And she had spoken to Harry about using condoms, and even supplied him with some the same day.

“Okay, and— does she regret it, or, feel like she didn’t… perform?” Anne asked him, trying to understand why her sons girlfriend would be crying because of sex.

“No— well— okay, she probably does regret it, but not for—“ he huffed, his fingers curling in his brown curls, tilting his head back and squeezing his eyes shut. “She’s pregnant, mum.”

And you could hear a penny drop. Harry’s head tilted slightly to see his mothers stunned reaction, as she tried her best to collect her thoughts.

“Did you—“

“We used a condom, I guess— maybe— it broke? Or?” He shrugged, leaning against the kitchen cupboards as he sighed. “Mum… I don’t know how to help her,” he breathed out defeatedly, shaking his head as he set the water bottle on the side. 

And then Harry crumbled, letting down the wall he was using to hold YN up. His mum quick to catch him, allowing him to sob into her arms this time.

When YN woke up, alone in her boyfriends bed, she was changing out of her hoodie and slipping on one of his. Loving the fact that his scent engulfed her the second she did, before she was making her way downstairs to find her lover.

In the kitchen, sat next to his mother at the breakfast table. Cup of tea in hand, mid sentence when the sound of the fridge opening caught their attention.

“Oh— fuck— I was supposed to bring up some water for you,” Harry confessed, looking guilty as he watched her pull out a fresh, cold water bottle and open it. Downing half of it instantly before she was shuffling her way over to him and his mum. “Feel better?” He mumbled, his arm wrapping around her shoulders as she pulled her seat close to his and snuggled up into his side.

Her head shook slightly, laying her head against his shoulder as she played with her water bottle. Sucking on her bottom lip, enjoying the feeling of his lips pressing against her hair.

“YN… Harry told me what’s going on,” Anne confessed, which had YN’s eyes snapping to meet hers in a panic. “No— don’t worry, okay? He had a bit of a cry, only telling me cause he didn’t know how to help you. And I’m not mad,” she explained, an encouraging smile on her face as she looked at the teen girl.

“You’re not?” She whispered, biting at her bottom lip as her fingers found their way into Harry’s hoodie pocket.

“Not at all. H explained what he thinks might have happened that night, and it’s probable the condom was faulty,” she said, nodding as her hands readjusted their grip on her mug. “The only thing that needs to be worked out is… what do you want to do?”

And YN kind of felt like a deer in headlights as both Anne and Harry were looking at her. And she definitely didn’t have an answer. Yet.

[theshotsheardacrossworlds]

Admire: Part 2

A follow-up to Admire that takes place the following morning. NSFW.

Amelie Wildheart woke with a start.

I’m not at the Elfsong Tavern.

I’m not at home.

I’m not at Wildheart Manor.

I’m not in a tent.

OH.

She remembered the previous night---she and Rolan confessing their feelings, touching, cuddling, and then falling asleep I guess? Smiling, she stifled a giggle when she felt Rolan squeezing one of her breasts and grinding against her generous backside. His tail was wrapped around a plush thigh. Awww he’s still purring. That’s so cute. “Rolan?” She whispered. “Love?”

“Do I truly wake holding the woman of my dreams?” He murmured, the hand on her breast slipping lower to cup her soft lower belly. “Is she here, or am I dreaming of her again?”

Godsdamnit, why does he make me blush? “She’s here.” Amelie closed her eyes as her mouth quirked into a smile. “Though she’s frankly amazed that she slept like this.”

“Hmph. You’ll hear no complaints from me, my dear. Why, what do you normally sleep in?”

“Shirt and shorts. Nice and comfy.” That reminds me…I should grab a few more pairs of shorts from home. She rolled over to face him, and he pressed a slow, lazy kiss to her lips. “And you, Master of Ramazith’s Tower?” She teased, running a hand over the ridges on his bicep.

“Nothing if I can help it.” Rolan snarked as he brushed some of her dark ginger hair behind a pointed ear. His eyes left hers and instead focused on her ear. “M-may I?” Upon seeing her nod, his clawed fingers traced the shell of an ear. “So delicate and pretty---just like the rest of you, my love.”

Amelie let out a snort. “There is nothing about me that is delicate. Are you aware that one of Portyrs said I’m built like a brick outhouse?” Drunken twat yelled it in front of everyone at Mum’s nameday ball a few years ago. I ended up running up to my suite and crying for the rest of the night while Mum threatened every Portyr in attendance.

Not surprisingly to me at least, he rolled his eyes and kissed her briefly, the hand on her ear traveling down to her upper arm. “Tasteless swine.” He caressed her, humming thoughtfully. “No one should ever say that to a lady but especially not to you. You are…” The glint in his yellow eyes turned mischievous. “I could show you how lovely you are, darling, if you—”

Be bold and brave, Mia. She kissed him hard and tangled her fingers in his hair. Breathless when she broke the kiss, she nuzzled his nose. “I want you to show me everything. All of you.”

He laughed.

What is so funny?

“Greedy little thing.” He chuckled as he gently nudged her to lay flat on her back and slipped off her smalls. “You want everything?”

She nodded; golden eyes wide. Just. Fuck. Me. Already. Rolan. My. Love.

With a snap of his fingers, his own smalls were discarded. As he straddled her, his hands ran up and down her belly and sides, the look in eyes quickly filling with lust. “I will give you everything, sweetheart.”

A gasp escaped her as she felt the tip of his tail behind him tease her clit. “Oh gods…yes…please…more…”

“And you beg so prettily too! How wonderful.” He cupped one of her plush breasts and squeezed gently. “How many more sounds will I get out of you, hmm? Each one more delightful than the last.” Rolan leaned down and whispered into her ear, “Are you alright? Is it too much?”

Oh. My. Gods. Amelie chuckled a little as her long arms went around his neck and shoulders. “I’m fine, love.” Don’t say it. Don’t say it. Don’t you dare say it. “I just…I’m a bit nervous. Never done this before.” WHY DID YOU SAY IT?!?!?

“Fear not, my dear, because I’ve done considerable research on this very subject.”

Don’t giggle. Don’t giggle. She barely held in a giggle as she pulled him closer. “What on earth does that mean?”

“It means that I’ve read extensively—”

Her golden eyes were full of mirth. “Lots of smut then?”

He growled playfully and nipped an earlobe. “Hush you! It means your dashing gentleman should know how to please you.” Kissing his way down her body, he felt like he was in heaven. “How I have wanted this…yearned for it…to be able to worship and adore you…” He’s touching me like he can’t get enough. Like he really does want this. Wants me. Sensing her tensing up, he stopped and glanced at her. “What’s wrong? Is it too much? We can slow down, darling—”

Amelie placed a finger to his lips. “Stop. It’s not too much. It’s just…you really want me? I know I’m not—”

“You’re the one I love---of course I want you! How could you think otherwise?!” He snapped. He then closed his eyes and shook his head. “Forgive me, the thought of you thinking you are not the loveliest person to ever exist is incredibly frustrating.” With a smirk, he sat on his haunches, a hand massaging a one of her plush thighs while his other hand stroked his oh goodness me are those ridges throbbing cock. “Do you not see what you do to me? One look from you sets me aflame.”

She placed one of her fair, freckled hands on his that rested on her thigh. “And one touch from me?”

“A balm to cool and comfort me…to let me know you’re still here. Now I do believe,” He gave her thigh a squeeze. “I promised to please you. Relax, sweetheart. I’ll take care of you.” Before she knew it, he dove to the ginger curls at the apex of her thighs. He lapped at her, kissing and touching all of her within reach. “You are divine…perfect in every way…” He moaned. “What I dreamed of is nothing compared to the real you…”

“You dreamed about me?” Does he mean what I think he means? If he does, then that’s incredibly hot.

Nuzzling a thigh, he grinned. “Oh yes, sweetling. So many glorious fantasies…ones I hope we can share.” He turned to kiss one thigh and then the other. Oh gods there’s his tongue right on my—FUCKING HELLS!

“Rolan, gods please…” Without thinking, she reached for his horns and tugged slightly before letting go. “Oh my gods, I’m so sorry, love!”

“Damnit, woman---pull as much as you like. My hair as well. Whatever you need. After all, as your suitor and lover, I’m to see to all your wants and needs.” He smirked and then focused his attention back to her cunt.

Amelie attempted to roll her hips, but he stopped her.

“No, no…let me have my fun…” He muttered, his yellow eyes staring at hers with more than a little mischief in them. “Greedy little thing…”

She whined, her hands tugging on his hair. “Love…ah, don’t stop…”

He let out an annoyed huff and continued to feast on her, his clawed fingers gently caressing and squeezing her soft thighs.

Closing her eyes, Amelie felt her pleasure twist inside her, threatening to snap at any moment.

The next moment, in fact.

Rolan lapped at her release. “That’s it, sweetheart. That’s it. Such a good girl. So good for me.” He then moved over her and guided the head of his oh fuck me those are ridges cock towards her entrance. “You’re going to take me so well. My perfect, darling lady…”

Fucking hells. I’m done for.

She let out a frankly pathetic whine and yanked his face towards her, her lips colliding against his. “Rolan,” she breathed. “Please.”

“Please what, sweetling?” He demurred.

“Get inside me, for fu—AH!” Amelie realized quickly that his very very much ridged member was sliding into her, inch by torturous inch.

His head dropped to her shoulder. “You are so…fucking wet…better than anything I could’ve dreamt…better than any fantasy…” Rolan panted and then soon after bottomed out with a loud groan. “Perfect…simply perfect…” Pressing kisses to her shoulder and neck, he whispered, “Tell me when to move, my love…”

“You can move…gods, you’re big, love…” she breathlessly giggled, wrapping her long legs around his narrow waist. “And um, if you want to…come inside…you can…got a tea…from Halsin…” Now fucking rut into me faster, Rolan!!!

He barked a laugh. “Greedy little thing! Already knew you had my heart, did you? That I’d want you so soon? Greedy…greedy…” His thrusts grew faster by the second, and his tail wrapped around an ankle. “My greedy little Mia…”

Amelie squeezed her inner walls, causing him to moan wantonly. “I like being prepared…just in case…things went well…” Her hands roamed over his back. So many ridges. So sexy. He feels incredible. Never expected a wizard to be so strong, but I found one!

On one practically hard thrust, he moaned, “I do so love a woman who’s prepared. Good girl.” He could feel her climax quickly approaching as she gasped softly, whispering, “Come for me, dearest…come for me…” Unlike her first orgasm where it came slowly in waves, this one felt like something inside her snapped. As she panted, he pressed kisses along her jaw. “Good. So good. You feel magnificent, darling…”

All she managed to get out was a breathless, “R-Rolan,” before his narrow hips stuttered then stilled with a loud groan. As he spilled inside her, his body relaxed into hers. Her hands gently caressed his back, murmuring sweet nothings. He began to shift to roll off, but she shook her head. “Just a minute, love. Please.”

“As you wish,” he sighed, more than happy to rest on her. And he can’t keep a hand off my boob. He really likes those. Rolan then chuckled. “Gods, to think I still have to work today after doing this.”

She traced one of his ears and grinned. “You don’t necessarily have to work…”

He rolled his eyes. “Temptress. No, I must work. There’s so much to catalogue, experiments to conduct, studying the artillery…the shop! The bloody shop too!”

Okay, maybe less distractions and more offering assistance. Whether he’ll accept is another story. Before she could stop herself, she began to ramble. “I could stay and help if you want. I’m not sure what exactly all that entails, especially experiments, but I’d like to think I’m a fast learner—"

He silenced her with a quick kiss, then muttered a spell to clean them both, and stood. “Don’t you have a city to save, darling?” He teased but Amelie noticed something more---a look of fondness in his yellow eyes that made her feel unspeakably happy.

“I think I can spare a day to help you and have someone else take my place in the party.” But gods, the teasing from Astarion, Shadowheart, and Jaheira is going to be terrible. She rolled on her side to face him, covering herself with a blanket. “It’s not all saving the world, you know.”

Rolan barked a laugh. “Oh right yes, your ladyship! You must save all the puppies, orphans, and refugees as well!” He pulled on his smalls and trousers as she watched. How is he so good looking? How? “In all seriousness, while I could use your help, my love, please give me time to sort through things." Returning to bed, he sat and ran a hand through her hair. “That way, I can give you tasks I believe are suited to you. It must make sense…must be logical.”

“So not me trying to run alchemical experiments and possibly exploding?” She laughed softly. Yeah, that is a terrible idea.

He bent to kiss her head. “No. Gods, no. Despite that, you should…can you…stay today? You need your rest.” You can say that again. “Please?” He looks so cute and awkward and blushing. “I-I would appreciate the company.”

Amelie nodded and tipped her head to capture his lips in a slow kiss. No. Not now. Later, yes! She very reluctantly pulled away and smiled. “Of course, love.”

“Good, good.” He so awkwardly but CUTE pat her head before giving her one last kiss as he stood. “I bet you don’t even take time for yourself, darling.”

“I try to rotate everyone in and out of the party, so no one feels left out, but…” I’m always there. I’m always the lead. I’m always the one who makes all the decisions. “Not me, no.” Everyone relies on me. I can’t let them down. I can’t let Mum down. I can’t let Rolan down. If I do, then we become mind flayers, and the Absolute takes over the Sword Coast. I can’t…I must…

She had not realized her eyes had closed as her thoughts raced nor did she notice that Rolan, now dressed in his robes, was sitting next to her again and holding her hand. “Which is why you’re staying here. No companions to bother you.” He thought for a moment then grinned. “How about this, sweetling? I’ll make us some breakfast and then study the artillery in bed with you.”

“Lovely, but what am I to do?” she chuckled.

He kissed her knuckles then stood and headed towards the door. “Why, rest naked in my bed, of course!”

As if that’s the most obvious thing in the world. Sure is, love.

And yet, that is exactly how the day was spent.

Not that either of us minded.

[pensat-i-fet]

Making memories together (Leon Goretzka x Reader)

**Got this little request and took it as an opportunity to test writing about topics I’m not neccessarily as comfortable with. I hope you enjoy the result. I think it’s pretty cute 🥰**

Word count: 1052

Masterlist

Wattpad

“Is she sleeping?”, Leon nodded when he got inside the room but you couldn’t help but notice he seemed worried. “You ok?”

“Not really”, he said, sitting down next to you. “I found out today that our match has been moved to another day”.

“Why is that an issue?”

“It’s now on Sunday”.

You frowned wondering why that was an issue until you realised what Leon meant. Sunday was your little baby’s first birthday.

“Honey, it’s okay. We can move the party to another day”.

“But her birthday is on Sunday, not another day”.

“Yes, and she’s also turning one. That party is for us and our friends, not so much for her. She’ll be sleeping most of the time and won’t remember it”.

You tried to laugh and joke about it but weren’t getting the reaction you hoped from your partner.

A little cry saved you from dealing with this for now since it was now your turn to go see what happened to little Sophia.

When you got to her room, she was still sleeping. Probably just had a dream that made her cry for a couple of seconds. Looking at her, you couldn’t believe she would be turning one in just a couple of days. It seemed like it was only yesterday when you were coming back home from the hospital with her in your arms, looking so small and fragile.

Kissing her head softly enough so as to not disturb her, you went back to your room and found Leon staring at the ceiling.

“Hey, stop feeling guilty, ok?”

“How? I’m always missing big moments because of my job. It’s really annoying”.

You put your head on his chest, cuddling to his side to give him some comfort. “That happens to a lot of people. But your job just makes that a bit worse. It also means your daughter will have everything she could ever ask for so you know, there are positives and negatives”.

“I just don’t want her to grow up feeling like I’m never there for her. Money can’t buy those special memories for her”.

“She won’t. We’ll do everything possible so she doesn’t, ok?”

He nodded, still not looking so sure. And you were now thinking about how you could show him you meant your words.

                                            **

“Come in, they should be home already”, you told your mum, who was going to stay with you on Saturday night to get everything ready for Sophia’s birthday. “Where are my favourite people?”

“Living room!”

When you got there, you found Leon on the floor with Sophia crawling around him and hitting him with a toy.

“Having a good time?”, you laughed.

“The best”.

You sat down next to them, trying to kiss your little daughter but she was too busy crawling. So you kissed her father instead.

“I have to leave in half an hour”.

“We’ll Facetime you tomorrow after the match, ok? So you can wish Soph a happy birthday at the time she was born. You’d be done playing then”.

“I’ll be waiting for the call”.

Before leaving, Leon showered you and little Sophia with kisses. And you couldn’t help but smile knowingly. You couldn’t wait for tomorrow.

                                       **

When you woke up on Sunday, you ran to see your baby and sang happy birthday to her. It really was silly to make such a fuzz…she just wanted to eat. But you still gave her a new toy, not being able to wait for the party to give her some of the gifts.

“Go get ready, honey. I’ll get her dressed”, told you your mum.

“You sure?”

“Yes, that way we can leave as soon as possible. Go now. I have this under control”.

A quick shower later, you put on your Bayern shirt and got all the baby stuff you could need, and then some, before heading to where your mum was taking photos of her granddaughter.

“You two done taking selfies?”

“Yes”, she laughed, “let’s go surprise your daddy, Sophia”.

The match was going to start at 5 pm, which meant it would be definitely finished by 8 pm, the time when Sophia was born one year ago. You always joked saying she had waited until that time because that was her dad’s number. It really felt like a very special coincidence.

“He’s really trying to get that goal, huh?”

You laughed at your mum’s comment because she was so right. Leon was desperate to score so he could dedicate it to his daughter. And that melted your heart. So when he finally scored, you screamed so loud that a lot of people around you turned to look at you.

Leon ran to the camera to do a little celebration for Sophia, not knowing his daughter was closer to him than he expected.

When the match ended, your mum, Sophia and you made your way to the dressing room area. The team knew about you being there so you didn’t need to worry about how to get there.

After the interviews and the shower, Leon was sitting down with his phone in his hand, waiting for you to call him.

“Bro, go outside for a second”, said one of his teammates.

“I can’t, I’m waiting to Facetime with my daughter”.

“I know, just go outside. Trust me”.

He got up and left the dressing room, curious but also worried he’d miss the call somehow. But when he was outside, he realised he didn’t need to worry about his phone anymore.

“What are you doing here?”

“Sophia didn’t want to miss seeing her daddy score on her birthday”.

Leon finally remembered how to walk and moved towards you, giving you a quick kiss and taking Sophia in his arms. He always felt so much pride and love seeing her wear her little Bayern kit with “Papa” on the back.

“Happy birthday, my love. I’m so happy I can be with you today”.

“And at the right time”, you said to him, showing him your phone. It was 8 pm.

“Thank you for making this possible. It means the world to me”.

“I know”, you said, putting your arms around his waist. “You might miss some moments of Sophia’s life and I’ll miss others. But we’ll make enough memories together for her. Don’t worry about that”.

[coldsweetsenthusiast]

Death of a Friendship

Today is the worst day ever. My best friend never wants to see me again because I told her I liked her. I entered the front door, wiping off the tear stains from my face and took my shoes off, putting them in the usual place, as to not track dirt in. I went up to my room and passed by Charlie's room and Tori's room, Tori is probably blogging and Charlie is probably reading or texting Nick, like he always does. I entered my room, not cheered up by the normal sight of my fairy lights and lava lamp and glow-in-the-dark stars on my ceiling. I simply laid down on my bed, trying to hold back my tears and sniffling from the depression induced by my ex-best friend saying she never wants to talk to or see me again ever simply because she's "not being friends with a lesbo". Then I heard footsteps and my door opens, it's my big sister Tori. "Hi. You're home early. Are you okay?" Maybe I would feel better if I told her, even if she's not in a relationship, or maybe with Michael who she talks to all the time or something. I took exhaled a deep breath to get my head straight, "You know my best friend?" Tori walked closer, laying down on my bed next to me. "Yeah? Did something happen?" I sniffled a bit. "Um, she- doesn't want to be my friend anymore." Tori was surprised as me and her seemed so close over the past few months and now she's done with her little sister, but there's more to this and she wants to know what. "Why? You two are so close." "Were. We were close. Until today, um, I told her I liked her, which I do- did, and she yelled at me and is done with me forever." Tori was surprised, but also more infuriated, she cared about Charlie and Reader so much, she couldn't bare them being hurt simply for them being attracted to the same gender. "I guess she was never really my friend. But- I really wanted her to like me too, or just keep being with me. Because I'm so tired of being alone." I started to cry overwhelmingly much, unable to hold my anguish in any longer and Tori immediately pulled me into her chest and wrapped her arms around me, stroking my long black hair. "You're not alone. You're never alone. You have me and Charlie and Mum and Dad and Nick and Nellie and Michael. We all love you, and if she couldn't see how much of an amazing girl you are then she's a huge chav." I keep my arms around my sister and look into her eyes. "Thanks, sis. I love you." Tori smiles widely. "I know. I love you too, dormouse. Do you want some chocolate milk?" At the sound of my precious sweet brown drink, I smile lovingly at her. "Um, yeah." Tori removes her arms from me and wraps my pink purple polka dot blanky around me and stands up before looking at me with a small smile. "Do you me to wake up Charlie so we three can have a cuddle?" "That would be nice." As Tori walks to get my sacred chocolate milk from the kitchen fridge and afterwards wake up Charlie for an emergency Spring Sibling cuddle. Maybe this isn't the best day, but there's always tomorrow and I still of people in my life who love and accept me, even if not everyone in the world is going to.

[toomuchracket]

Alwaysss up for Christmas delulu think about d word babas first Christmas and they’re just in their own little bubble 😭 and like the fam and Denise visiting

yesssssss i do feel like i neglect baby alex in that au so let's talk about the first christmas after he's born. lyla was seven months old for her first christmas, so she was a little bit more aware and active than her little brother, who's only four weeks old for his. it's also different in that, last time, you all went to stay with matty's family, but this year you're at home and your families are coming over; your parents offered to host, given that you have literally just had a baby, but actually you and matty thought it would be easier for both you and the babies if you didn't have to leave the house lol. they're helping with dinner, but on christmas morning itself it's just the four of you - you snap awake when you hear alex crying just before 7am, but matty's over with him before you can get up, scooping him up like "oh, my boy. what's up? oh, wait, never mind - i can smell it", and he smiles at you and says "go back to sleep, sweetheart, i've got him". you're so tired that you can't even argue, and you wake up roughly an hour later feeling quite well-rested to the most adorable sight - alex lying on matty's bare chest, smiling at his sister, who's squished in between her parents, stroking his tiny hand. anyway, you all exchange merry christmases and kisses and cuddles, and you feed alex while matty and lyla go and make breakfast. then it's time for opening presents in the living room - lyla is so excited to give alex the soft toy she picked out for him, and she's adamant she wants to show him the book he got her (though neither of them can read lmfao), and you and matty both have to try not to cry at the presents the kids got you and the ones you got each other (he def buys you jewellery. maybe fancy earrings that "you could maybe wear on our wedding day, if you like", said in the most tender tone you could imagine. god you can't wait to marry him. anyway). and there are more family cuddles, because of course there are, before your parents get here and keep an eye on the babies while you and matty get a minute to yourselves to a) kiss and b) get ready; when everyone's properly dressed and matty's family arrive, there's more present exchanging, and then your dad starts prepping dinner while the grandmothers take turns cooing over the babies. your mum's like "i know i'm biased because he's my grandson, but alex might actually be the cutest baby boy i've ever seen" - you're like "you literally have two sons of your own", and she's like "yeah, but look at him! those eyes!", and you smile and kiss matty's head like "perfect eyes. exactly the same as his dad's". matty gets all blushy and snuggles further into you at that, and denise is like "it almost freaks me out how alike you he is, matty. but cuter"; he laughs at that like "yeah, his mum's genes didn't really get a look in, did they? but that must mean he'll be exactly like you personality-wise, darling, yeah?", and denise is like "what, not taking any of your nonsense? god, i hope so" lol. matty's perfect the whole day, though, quietly making sure you're comfy and have everything you need, and he sits with alex cosied into his chest during dinner while you get some time to yourself to eat (your dad is content enough to play the "you have a bite, then me" game with lyla the whole time lol) - it's a family effort to get the kids to bed, though, the grandmothers doing bathtime and the granddads doing the bedtime story. you kinda despair at that, because "it's christmas! you're our guests!", but they all say "we love you so much, but shut up and let us do this for you two and our grandkids. have a minute to yourselves!"; matty doesn't need much convincing, and he pulls you to the kitchen to make you a fancy hot chocolate and finish the profiteroles from dessert. you talk and laugh and kiss the chocolate from each other's lips, and matty's like "i love you. and our kids. and our family. today's been perfect, darling. thank you for making it that way". of course, you feel the same <3

[onlyonetifosi]

I'm not him

-> Word Count: 572

-> Warnings: a lot of fluff, angst at the beggining, some steam at the end but nothing explicit

->Author note: Short fic about a mix of emotions for mick. I would appreciate if you send some ideas or requests for me to write. English is not my first language so sorry for mistakes

It's been almost five years since Michael Schumacher's devastating skiing accident. The world mourned the loss of one of the greatest Formula One drivers of all time. But for Mick Schumacher, it was a personal tragedy. He's the 23-year-old son of the seven-time world champion, he's not Mick, he's Michael's Schumacher son, and he's determined to make his own way in the sport. But the shadow of his father's accomplishments looms large. Mick knows that he will always be compared to his father. It's an impossible standard to live up to. And the pressure can be overwhelming at times. But Mick is determined to prove that he is his own man. He is a talented driver in his own right and he is determined to make a name for himself in the world of motorsport.

-Liebling this is mentally exhausting i can't keep being compared to my dad , it feels like i can't do anything without him being brought up. -Mick, you have to understand that your father is one of the most successful drivers in history. It's only natural that people are going to compare you to him.

-I know, but it's still hard. I just want to be my own person. -You are your own person, Mick. You're a talented driver with a bright future ahead of you. Just keep doing what you're doing and you'll make a name for yourself in this sport.

-No I'm not there isn't a gp where i see coments about my driving compared to my dad's- He says angry, getting up of the couch where we were cuddling.

-Micky, come back baby, I know you are having a hard time at Haas and being compared not only with your dad but Kevin- I say following him to our beedroom.

-I know he was a better driver than me, but who cares? I'm not him, I'm Mick not Michael- He says crying and i hug him.

-And you are the best driver in my eyes- I say kissing his tears as they fall from his face.

-I love you prinzessin- He says with a small smile and i kiss him passionately.

-What a nice view- he says pointing to the countryside from the balcony of our hotel in Monza.

We are here for the italian gp, we don't have many holidays but they are always special.

-I'm glad we could come here, honey- I say happy.

-You lived here, didn't you?- i say remembering some thing he told me about his junior categories years and living in Italy because of being a driver of the FDA.

-Yeah for 3-4 years actually- He says- I love my years here but i prefer home in Switzerland, with mum, Gina, Angie and going to Seb's to see him, Hanna and their kids.

-I hope we can go home soon- he sighs.

Only two weeks more, baby- I say hugging him and sitting on his lap.

Our kiss gets heated and more intense but not messy, deep and full of love, just like we do it.

We make sweet and pasionate love with the first rays of sun going through the window.

After that we go into the streets, enjoying the golden hour light that makes everything look even more beautiful. Now we're sleeping in my bed and i'll have to wake up early to go to work but i feel happier than ever with him.

I hope you like this! send me whatever you want to my asks.

I would love to know something about you!!

And would you like a mention list? like for me to mention you in my fics <3 <3

[unluckyhoneybee]

The Handsome Artist 29. (Daniel Ricciardo)

Daisy's life Pt2. Daisy grows fast, so fast.

MASTERLIST.

Previous part: Daisy's life Pt1 Note: it's coming to an end and I don't want it.

liked by @.mollyalberts and 1586 others.

@.danielricciardo: "like Muma"

-> @.hopper_abigail: my little helper.

Little Ric being Little Ric.

Danny's POV.

"This is not funny, Daisy" I said. My heart rate was too high for my health and my hands were shaking like mad. "I'm not joking. You should come out"

I walked outside the bedroom and went to hers for the fifth time.

"Daisy Hopper-Ricciardo. You better appear right now or I'll tell mum"

I ran to the kitchen, opening cupboard and checking inside the bin. I was desperate at this point. "Daisy, please. Papa is scared."

Did I wanted to cry? Yes. I would like to sit in a corner and cry like a baby.

Abi had gone to drop Charlotte at home and I had stayed to give Daisy her bath. I left her sitting in the bed for a second and the next one she was gone.

"Baby, come out please. Hide and seek has to be fun and Papa is not having fun" I lifted the pillows in the sofa. "Little flower please?" I moved to check under the table and suddenly...

"How did Daisy got to the shop alone?"

Abi's voice scared me and I hitted my head against the table.

"Fucking shit" I said rubbing the back of my head as I turned.

Her keys hanging from her fingers, the bag from her shoulder and Daisy on her hip. Abi looked annoyed. Upset. Angry. As if she wanted to tear my skin.

"Abi! Babe. I- Where were you Daisy?!"

I ran to then and grabbed Daisy, pulling her to my chest although she complained and pushed me. The relieve was so big that my knees went weak. I squeezed the little girl on my arms and kissed her head over and over again.

"If you ever do that again, Papa's heart will stop and you won't have a Papa anymore" I said.

Abi's chuckled, anger seemed to be gone by now.

"What happened?" She got on her tiptoes and pecked my lips.

"I left her alone for a minute and then she was gone. I didn't even heard her walking. I don't know how she sneaked away"

Daisy moved to hide on my neck, knowing well what was coming. I smiled and kissed her cheek.

"Daisy. You know that what you did is wrong" Abi said. "It's a no no."

"No no".

"Scare Papa and hide?"

"No no"

"Going to the shop alone?"

"No no"

"You know what happens now"

Daisy nodded and nuzzled her head on my neck making me feel warm inside. I loved the little thing so much.

"Daisy?" Abi insisted.

I smiled softly.

"It's fine"

Abi sighed exasperated. "This is why she keeps doing this. Big Papa's girl, huh? She can get away with everything." Abi said putting her arms on jar.

"Abi... She is too cute. She regrets it."

"Yeah, sure. She has that smile. Look at her. She is... She is so you. Grace warned me about this" Abi walked around the living room, leaving all her stuff over the place.

I gasped. "My mum what?"

"She told me you were like this. Always wreaking havoc and getting away with that smile."

I chuckled.

"What smile?"

"That smile you two have! I'm weak!" She said walking away and throwing her arms up but with her own beautiful smile on her face. "I'm going to put locks on that door, by the way"

Once Abi was out of sight, Daisy looked up from my neck and chuckled like the little devil she was. "Promise Papa you won't hide again" I said and lifted my pinky for her. She hooked her little one with mine.

"Pinky"

"Tell me, what were you doing in the shop"

"Maple"

"OH, so you are a good girl after all, you were just helping Maple out"

"Danny!"

Nightmares and cuddles.

Abi's POV.

Since I became a mother, my sleep was light. Since Daisy started sleeping her own bedroom, it was even lighter. So her little steps were more than enough to make me sat straight on the bed. She had recently discovered the perfect technique to climb down the bed without hurting herself.

"Muma" With her little fist on her eye, she pouted at me.

The salt lamp on the corridor was enough so we could distinguish each other in the darkness.

"What's wrong, little flower?" I said in a low voice so Danny wouldn't wake up.

"Bad dream"

"OH sweetheart, come here"

She ran to me and threw herself on my arms, breaking down in sobs and grabbing hard into me.

"It's alright, I've got you"

"Muma..." She whined.

"Hey, what's wrong?" Groggy and with his eyes barely open, Daniel run his fingers over my side.

"She had a nightmare." I said.

Daisy cuddled closer to me as if she was remembering her dream.

"OH baby, you had a bad dream" Daniel sat straight and run his fingers over her dark curls. "It's alright, you are safe now" He whispered.

"Daisy. Can you tell Muma and Papa about the dream?"

"A monster in my bed"

Daniel took a deep breath and kissed my temple. She had been having those dreams the whole week.

"I will go and check it."

"No!" Daisy looked up in panic. "Monster hurts Papa"

"Papa didn't found a monster last night." I said making her sit on the gap of my cross legs. "It was just a bad dream. Dreams are not real"

She grabbed my hand and pulled it closer to her, wanting me to hold her tight.

"Daisy, I will talk to you the whole time. Okay?"

"Careful, Papa."

Daniel smiled and kissed her forehead. Meanwhile he was narrating his adventure on Daisy's bedroom, I started to sing run my fingers over her hair and her body slowly relaxed. She would rake longer to fall asleep, but she wasn't so scared anymore.

"Hey, no monsters, see? Papa is fine. And look. Mr Lob wanted to come to see you" He said appearing with her lobster (thanks to Scotty) plushie.

"Lob"

Daisy hugged the lobster and laid her head on my chest. "There are no monsters on your bed. Papa already checked. Do you want to go back to sleep?"

She shook her head and I looked at Daniel. "Maybe she could..."

He chuckled a bit. "Only tonight"

"She has been such a brave girl and stayed there the whole week"

Daniel kissed my lips and looked down. "She's already out. She hears she can sleep here and falls asleep." He said with a low chuckle.

I kissed her head and laid her in the middle of the bed. "I'm worried." I said leaning next to her and caressing her cheek.

Daniel dragged his fingers up and down my back. "She will be okay"

"What if these dreams mean something?" I looked up at him. "Being a mum is so terrifying."

"You are doing an amazing job, Abi" He kissed my shoulder and lay on Daisy's other side. "If this keeps going, we will talk to someone. Maybe Jennifer..."

I looked at him and bit my lip.

"She is so young"

"She will be okay" He reached for me and made me lay, which I did. I pulled her close to my chest and Daniel wrapped his arm around us. "Look at me"

I did. I focused on his brown eyes instead of my intrusive thoughts. "I promise you she will be okay. I'll do everything I can"

"I love you"

"I love you too, Abi. You really are an amazing mum"

I kissed Daisy's head once more and Daniel stroked my cheek lovingly. "I couldn't be doing this without you"

Daisy in Montana.

They loved Montana. Daniel had a thousand stories about their trips to Montana. So when they were planning this year's, it was the first place they all agreed on.

That's how I had two overexcited Ricciardos sitting in the back of the car accompanied by a very tired Blake.

"Look at that!" Danny pointed out at the house and Daisy gasped.

Michael chuckled on his place next to me and turned around to watch her.

"You like the house?" He asked.

"Yes!"

"Your Papa fell on those stairs once"

"Hey!"

I giggled and parked in front of the house, where Scotty, Chloe and Corey were already waiting.

"Corey! Corey!"

"So long, sweetheart!" Corey said once the little girl was out of the car.

"Where is the prettiest flower in the whole field!?"

Daisy giggled. "Here!" She loved auntie Chloe.

"Here, look at this" Again, Scotty had one of those crazy gifts he always had for her. This time, dinosaur-themed crocs.

Daisy shrieked and jumped happily.

Later that day, she was on Blake's arms as the man walked into the creek. "It's really cold, Daisy! Are you sure?"

"Yes!"

I laughed and leaned back against Dan, who kissed my shoulder and then my cheek.

When Blake lowered her on the water, Daisy screamed and flexed her legs like a frog.

Daniel laughed loudly. "Be brave!"

"I told you it is really cold" Blake said to her and kissed her head.

"More, Blake!"

He laughed and let her down again. She laughed and shook her legs. It made me laugh.

"Hey"

I looked up at Daniel and he pecked my lips. "Hi"

"I'm thinking of your first trip"

I smiled and a blush crept to my cheeks.

"It was..."

"Perfect?"

I chuckled. "Kind of"

"You literally threw yourself at me and kissed me like a starved woman"

"I don't remember it like that!"

"I actually do" He said with a cheeky smile.

I shook my head. "I have to say that I was a bit out of myself, but I don't remember it like that"

"We made out in front of thousands and our friends"

"Shut up"

I turned a bit and hid on his neck.

"The thing is that in that moment... If they told me we would be like this now..."

I sighed and looked up.

"I wanted to bad to be with you, I was so in love with you already. But you wanted things slow and I took it slow. I thought everything would be slower. Now only two years back... look"

"Yeah. She hurried everything"

Daisy was already waist-deep in the water and screaming at Blake but with the biggest smile.

"A menace" Daniel said.

I nodded.

He looked at me again. "But I knew that we would end up like this. I was expecting some years of just us, tho. But I wouldn't change it now"

"Same" I muttered.

He laughed and squeezed me in his arms.

Somehow, we ended up laying on the grass.

"Daniel!" I laughed loudly.

"Same?! I pour my heart on you and you say 'same' !"

"Papa!"

"Ough!"

It had been so quick, somehow, Daisy had scaped Blake and now she was kneeling on Daniel's ribs.

"No, Papa"

"Ow, little flower, you are hurting me"

Daisy jumped down and hugged me. "Muma is mine"

"Oh? She is more mine than yours"

Blake walked to us laughing. "She is like one of those chihuahuas. Like really small and scary"

"Yeah. We were having a cute moment but little Daisy doesn't want Papa and Muma to have fun and give her lots of baby siblings"

"We are all here" Scotty exclaimed from the porch. "Fabricate your little flowers and baby trees in private mate"

"I'm little flower" Daisy said with a frown.

I giggled and fixed her unruled curls. "You are, baby. The prettiest little flower"

Daniel laughed and pinched her cheek, but she gave him a ig brown and angry eyes.

"Oh, hey!"

"Are angry at Papa?" I asked her.

And right then, a smile broke on her lips. "No. I love Papa"

"Chloe. I need one" We all heard Scotty.

liked by @.lewishamilton and 568 others

@.hopper_abigail: heart so full.

......

Australia.

liked by @.molly.alberts and 689 others

@.hopper_abigail: there we go 🦘

Daisy's eyes were wide open and her arms were tightly wrapped around me. The airport was making her a bit nervous after the long flight.

"Hey, bub" Danny touched her hair and she looked up. "Do you know who is waiting behind those doors?"

She nodded.

"Grandma and Grandpa"

Her face lit up.

"And Izzy? And Isaac?"

Daniel smiled so big knowing it would be contagious.

"Yes"

We crossed the gates and I felt Danny laying his hand on my lower back. "I'm nervous" He whispered.

"I know"

This trip to Perth was different. We would stay for a month in here. There was a big reason and it was our wedding. And I was obviously nervous too.

"Grandma!" Daisy gasped when she saw Grace standing there.

"Go, sweetie. Say hi to Grandma."

The reunion was obviously emotional. Grace and Joe missed their granddaughter a lot

"Look how beautiful you are!"

"You've grown a lot" while they said hi to my girl, I knelt on the floor.

"Come here and give me a hug"

Both kids hugged me tight.

"I missed you, Auntie" Izzy said nuzzling on my neck.

"Oh, sweetheart I've missed you so much. I loved the drawings you sent me, princess. They look so good in the shop. Daisy loves them too."

Izzy smiled and shyly looked at her cousin. Meanwhile, Isaac was telling Dan all the news in the farm.

"Izzy!" We heard a little squeak. Daisy fought until Joe put her down and then she ran and clinged into her older cousin. Oww.

I looked up at Daniel and he was looking at them with the softest smile.

"Look!" Daisy showed the flower Danny had drawn on her hand during the trip. "You too"

Izzy giggled. "I like it a lot. I want another one!"

"We will get flowers once we get home"

"Mum said we can sleep in the farm today!" Isaac said.

"But what did she said too?" Joe asked the boy.

"That they will be tired and we can't stay up late" No one believed that would happen.

When we arrived to the farm, Daniel picked Daisy on his arms. I looked at Grace and she nodded. I had asked them to fix the room and get it ready for Daisy. It was on Danny's plans to do it in our month in here, but a little surprise wouldn't hurt him.

"You should go" Grace whispered.

I nodded and followed his steps. I caught him opening the door and telling Daisy it would be her bedroom. And then...

"What-" Daniel stepped in and looked around. Isaac and Izzy's beds were now in a different place. Right in front, there was another one and I'm the walls, a mural of a daisies field told whose owner it was.

"Mine! Look! Daisies!" Daisy was already jumping on the bed. I looked at Daniel and hugged his waist.

"This... You have something to do with it, right?"

I nodded and kisses his shoulders. "Do you like it?"

"Can you believe my daughter is going to sleep in here?" He asked dumbfounded.

I cupped his cheek and brought him down for a kiss.

"Thank you" He whispered on my lips.

"I know how important this is for you" You said. "And how much you want your kid to grow up here."

"Abi..."

"I... Remember when we talked about it in the beach?"

It was already a couple of years ago. But he remembered perfectly.

"Maybe we can move here before she starts school"

"That's next year" He whispered cupping my cheeks. "What about the shop? And Charlotte?"

"We have a whole year to figure it out, Daniel" I said.

"Really?"

I nodded and he hugged me tight. But our little bubble broke when the kids ran past us to show Daisy everything. They had toys for her, some summer clothes that were too small for them to use anymore, and a view of the pool. Daisy was only almost two, but she had a lot of energy and could keep up perfectly with her older cousins.

"I love you so much" He whispered.

I looked up and he had tears in his eyes.

"Danny..."

He hugged me and hid on my neck. "I can't believe we are already here"

I ran my fingers through his hair and kissed the side of his head. "I love you so much, Daniel. And I'm so happy to be here with you and build my life with you."

"Uncle Dan?"

We heard Isaac.

"Hey, Unlce Dan needs lots of hugs and kisses right now"

Like that, the kids jumped on him.

"Papa is mine, Izzy" Daisy said grabbing his arm and pulling him to the floor.

"You can share Papa" HE said and grabbed her.

"Yeah, he is our Uncle"

Daisy frowned. I knelt on the floor with them. "Daisy is very little, she can't understand that now but... You have to share Papa with Izzy and Isaac"

"Don't worry, Auntie" Izzy said and hugged me. "I want to play with you"

Daisy let the most exaggerated gasp out when she saw Izzy sitting on my lap.

Daniel chuckled and kissed the top of her head. "Someone will need some time to get used to it."

Even when she needed days to learn that other kids could talk and play with us, every night that the siblings stayed on the farm, she would climb with one of them to sleep.

"It's just... This really is what I always wanted, Abi" Danny whispered when we were leaving the kids' room after checking if they were asleep.

I smiled softly and grabbed his hand. I pulled it to my lips and kissed it. "You are the best dad and best uncle."

Okay, this did not end as I wanted because I got a last moment impulse and instead of 29 chapters + epilogue, I'm making 30ch + epilogue because I couldn't fit everything in here. I think that you can imagine what ch30 will be about, right?

Next part: Dressed in white. Taglist:@d0ntjudgemy50shades@controsnes@thybulleric@lcuppo@priylodhasstuff@scotlynaurora@chxrryrose@f1-incorrect-s@yearsof-war@earfquak3@amsofftrack@hannahholland1811

[finelinebarnesx]

Corpse Husband || just like that?

part one || masterlist

Pairing: Corpse Husband x fem!reader

Summary: in part one 🫶🏻

Warning? None. Fluff

~

His POV:

The whole house was silent, I heard the click of the front door, sighing to myself I sent a quick text to Rae about joining her game of Among us. I quickly tweeted before setting up my live-stream. The whole time my mind wasn’t fully with it. A huge part of me was hoping she would come home and that she wouldn’t listen to me.

“Hey where’s Y/N tonight, wasn’t she suppose to join us too?” Sykkuno asked, everyone else joined in asking questions, not knowing how to reply I just took a breathe and tried to come up with a lie. “Well I hope she joins soon” my eyes kept wandering to my phone in hopes of any sort of contact. She hasn’t even tweeted or been on social media.

My whole chat was going on asking where Y/N was and if we were still together and as much as I didn’t want to I let a tear slip. “Fuck” I cried muting myself, why am I crying when I’m the one who kicked her out. “Y/n and I aren’t together as of right now” my voice cracked as I unmuted myself answering what everyone needed to know.

I ended the stream, left the game and turned my whole computer off just sitting in the dark. The clock on my bedside table read 1am and that’s where I became more worried. Opening the Twitter app I tweeted about how much of an idiot I was and directly tweeted y/n but got nothing.

-

@Corpse_Husband: I’m such a fucking idiot! Y/n if you see this please come home or at least let me know you’re safe. I love you and I’m sorry☹️

@Corpse_Husband: @Y/T/N..

For someone like me I sure was feeling like a let down and a shit person, I tried to think of all the places she could be as I hurried to put my shoes on. What type of boyfriend or ex-boyfriend would I be if I let her stay out alone this late?

Chucking on a hoodie I made my way downstairs, before I could even get to the door there was a knock on it, my heart thumped in my chest this could either be really bad or really good. I eventually opened the door and there stood one broken Y/N. Her hair was a mess and her eyes blood shot along with the dried tears on both her cheeks; without even thinking I pulled her inside and into my arms.

She cried into my chest as I carried her to the sofa running my hands through bed hair. “I’m so sorry” I continuously whispered into her hair. After a bit of time her cries turned into quiet sniffles and I lifted her chin to look at me.

“I’m so sorry baby, I was wrong to kick you out and I know you’re gonna disagree with me so just hang on” I rushed my words as she furrowed her eyebrows. “Words can’t even explain how sorry I am for being an absolute dickhead, you didn’t deserve that no matter what we fought over. I love you so much, yes it hurt cause I felt like you were babying me but I should stop and think.”

“I’m just trying to look after you, I didn’t mean to upset you” she croaked out and I nodded kissing her temples. “I’m not trying to be your mum” I laughed softly as her eyes dropped shut tired from crying and not sleeping.

“I know my love, it’s all okay now we’re okay” I assured her and myself. “I love you so much baby girl, nothing like this is ever going to happen again I promise” I whispered. The timing of her breathing proved that she was fast asleep leaving me to laugh to myself.

I made a mental note to tell everyone she’s home tomorrow but for now, I just want to cuddle my girlfriend the way that she deserves because no matter how many times we argue; she’s my rock and the best girl I could ever ask for.

[fair-dinkum-mechanic]

Just … going to get really depressing and vocalise my self pity for a second under this bc I’ve woken up and immediately want to cry

I don’t know how to do this life anymore. I’ve just been taking my days minute by minute and it’s been working, but lately I can’t see any way forward. I’m 31 soon, I’ve never lived out of home, not because I don’t have the means to but because I don’t feel like being totally on my own is safe or healthy for me. And why would I do that to myself anyway? Also, my parents are older than other peoples parents. And my dad died when I was just 19 leaving my mum on her own and I can’t leave her on her own just so I can also be on my own that’s not fair and awful for the both of us. But she’s getting older, and my cat my little baby is getting older too. And my dogs getting older as well. Everything I live for is going to leave me and I’ll lose it forever. The last little bits of unconditional love I have are going to be gone. I make friends so easily, I’m lucky in that way, that’s I’m personable and likeable and people do naturally want to be my friend but I also don’t have the energy anymore to chat daily or initiate conversations. But it’s also, so hard to be easy to get along with but struggle so so hard meeting boys. In fact, feel absolutely worthless and disgusting whenever I have a boy look at me. I know it’s because my dad made it clear that he never wanted me and proceeded to make me feel pretty worthless and unworthy for mostly my entire life, and then when I finally came out thinking it would be okay bc I was being myself and my homophobic family would come around, it turns out it wasn’t even my family who made me feel awful for being gay… it was other gay people. And even worse, my first long term boyfriend who I’d given everything to. Then was in two toxic relationships, situationships, dating was hell, boys would get attached to me telling me that they really liked me, calling me to see me hang out hold my hand, and then suddenly tell me there was someone else, someone better, and leaving me but “oh I still want to be friends I can’t imagine you not being in my life” like… what the fuck is wrong with me. When can I ever be good enough. Then I see everyone else being so handsome, and can keep their bodies looking nice and trim their beards and go outdoors and swim and do things like that but I can’t even get out of bed until lunchtime. I work so hard at my job, and again I make friends with literally everyone I work with, and I make the customers feel so welcome and make them laugh and I love that I can do that and I love making friends but it’s work. Sometimes I dread not going to work because it’s the place I can avoid my life I don’t need to worry about any of those expectations. Sexual ones, the way I should look, or behave, or the values I should have or what I should be doing it’s just work it’s simple. But again it’s demanding, it’s exhausting, customers are insanely rude and demanding, and all my coworkers get to go home to someone. Someone who WANTS to see and love them. Someone who’s chosen to be there. I don’t have that. I haven’t cuddled in fuck knows how long. And friends are great but don’t I deserve that special thing from someone again? Like I’m not worthy? Or I’m not good enough? The hard part is I look at myself and I don’t objectively think I’m hideous. I’m not the most handsome or sexy guy, I know, but I don’t think I’m disgusting. But my heart and my body dysmorphia feels like I’m truly hideous, but if I look at it logically I don’t think I am. So what is it? It has to be who I am as a person. I don’t know what’s worse.

Look I just don’t know how anyone is meant to live like this and not constantly have a shadow of ending it all constantly looming over their head, I really don’t.

I don’t know what the fuck to do anymore. My life is fucking nothing and I know it’ll just rot away in the end.