#and I would love for it to be Ted and it would make so much sense

[littleskeletonprincessss]

DILF - Ted Nivision x Reader

I think i'll make this a multi fic... no NSFW in this part but because of what a DILF is and the fact that it will be NSFW in future parts, I'm gonna go ahead and say MDNI

The vibration of your phone against your desk tore your tired eyes and depleting attention from Professor Stinwell's dull voice and the monotony that is color theory.

"Hello?" Your voice cracked from disuse.

"Hi, is this Y/N?" A deep voice responded.

"It is," you cleared your throat "May I ask who's calling?"

"Hi, This is Ted Nivision, my wife and I are friends of Heather's, and she recommended your babysitting service. I'm sorry, she gave us your number and said it'd be fine to reach out whenever."

"Yes! Of course. I'd be happy to help."

"That's a relief. Normally, we'd want to meet before hand for you to meet our girls, but we actually would need you for tonight, my mother in law had something come up last minute and isn't able to come. Would that be okay?"

"That's totally fine. How old are your girls?" You asked, trying to figure out what kind of activities to prepare.

"We have three year old twins, Penelope, we call her Penny, and Tilly."

"Those are beautiful names. What time do you need me tonight?"

"Would you be able to be here at 7:00? It would be a few hours, we have a late dinner with my wife's colleague, so we probably wouldn't be home until around 10:30."

"That totally works." You already knew you'd be exhausted for your early class tomorrow but wanted to make a good first impression.

"Great. Let me give you our address and we'll see you when you get here."

**********

Pulling up to the Nivision's house at 6:45 you admired how beautiful the house was. It wasn't massive, but it had the charm of a southern cottage that you loved, a comfortable looking swing sitting on the framed porch, toys littering the floor and ivy climbing the lattice on the side.

Knocking on the door you looked at the yard, noticing the obvious time that was put into the landscaping, lawn mowed to perfection, flower beds full of colors, and a large tree with a swing.

You turned back to the door when you heard it being unlocked.

"Y/N?" A man, you assumed Ted, answered. Looking up you were taken aback at how handsome he was, and his sweet brown eyes and infectious smile only added to his charm.

"That's me. You must be Ted, we spoke on the phone." You smiled back, offering your hand.

"It's nice to meet you." He said, taking your hand and shaking it before opening the door wider. "Please, come in."

"Carrie, the sitter is here!" He called up the stairs, walking into a family room to the right.

Following him in, you see two identical little girls sitting on the floor, surrounded by plastic plates and cups.

Ted sat between the girls, before taking a teacup from one of the girls, his large hands dwarfing it, and making you smile from the ridiculousness.

"We're having a tea party," he said, looking up at you. "Aren't we, girls? Can you say hi to Y/N?"

"Hi! I'm Y/N!" you said, crouching down and introducing yourself.

"Hi!" one of the little girls said, waving at you excitedly.

"That's Tilly. And this one-" Ted said, reaching out and tickling the other one, who'd handed him his tea, making her giggle. "is Penny."

"Hi, Penny." You whispered, giving a small wave, matching her shy demeanor.

"If you ladies would excuse me, I'm going to talk to Y/N for a bit." He says, standing and offering you a hand to help you up.

"Can I get you a water or anything?" Ted offers, walking into the kitchen, motioning for you to sit at the bar.

"That'd be great, thank you." He takes a water bottle from the fridge and slides it across the counter to you.

"So tell me about yourself, Y/N."

"Not much to tell, honestly. I'm taking classes online for Graphic Design, I have another year before I have my degree. Outside of that, I work at the library and babysit on the side."

"Graphic Design, huh? I should probably take a few classes, I could sure use it a bit for work. What do you do for the library? You seem a little young to be shushing people and checking in returns."

"Thank you," you laugh "I actually run the story time center, read to kids a few times a week."

"That's sweet. Do you like it?"

"I do. I love seeing their faces when the fairy tales become real, and their imaginations take over."

You blushed when you realized Ted had been watching you with a dopey smile on his face.

"What do you do and your wife do?"

"She works in corporate for a management company. Long hours, but it brings in good money, and I work from home so it's not so bad. My jobs a little less important, I'm a producer."

"What do you produce?"

"I write and then film videos for kids. Songs, make animations with it. And then outside of that one of my friends and I have a podcast."

"What is it called? I'll have to check it out, they're all that keeps me awake when I'm up late finishing projects."

"It's stupid, really. We started it up with another friend of ours just for fun and we talk about bullshit. But it's called Chuckle Sandwich."

"Sound interesting, I'll have to check it out."

You turned your head to the sound of heels clicking across the tile. An attractive woman walked in, fastening an earring, her business ensemble looking more expensive than your car.

"I'm so sorry to keep you waiting, It's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Carrie." She holds out a perfectly manicured hand.

"Y/N." you said, taking her hand to shake. "Ted tells me you work in management."

"Did he tell you to call him that? I'm sorry." She looked at Ted. "Honey, I've told you that's unprofessional. Mr. Nivision is fine, Y/N."

"Oh. Of course." You nod.

"Anyway, I'd love to stay and chat but we're running a bit late. "Theodore?" She says, walking out of the room.

"Right. That's my cue to leave. Um, emergency numbers on the fridge, you've got my number, but let me get you Carries, just in case." He says, writing on a hanging notepad. "The girls ate just before you got here, but there's leftovers in the fridge or snacks in the cabinet if they get hungry. Help yourself as well. Um... Bed by 9:00? Between you and me though, I don't usually get them to bed until later than that so you be the judge, I trust you. I think that's it." He says, looking around to see if anything would spark anything else. "Yeah, that's it."

Walking back in to the family room he leaned down to the twins.

"Okay babes, Mommy and I will be back later, but you might be asleep. You're gonna stay here with Y/N, okay?"

"Okay!"

"Yes, Daddy!"

Ted pulled them both in for a hug, blowing raspberries into both their cheeks.

"Love you to death." he says, standing. "Thanks again, and I'm sorry for the late notice."

"No worries! Have fun."

*************

A while later you were singing songs with the girls, and were currently only the alphabet.

"-E F G, H, I, J, K, LMNOP, Q-"

"That's my name." You looked at Penny where she was sitting at your feet and coloring.

"What was that, Penny?"

You said my name. Penelope."

"Kinda sounded like that, didn't it? Should we call you that now? LMNOP?" She gave the biggest smile you'd seen from her since you'd met her and nodded.

"Okay, sounds great." you laugh. Looking at the clock you noticed the time. "It's getting kind of late. Should we put on a movie before we go to bed?"

The girls had agreed vehemently and rushed to their room to change into their pajamas while you got a movie set up to play.

After the movie ended, both girls were nodding off against your sides, fighting the urge to fall asleep completely.

"Alright, come on guys. Bedtime." You said, picking them up and carrying them into their room.

Turning on the light you smiled at their nursery. The walls on either side matched each girl perfectly, even though you'd only spent a few hours with them. Tilly's wall was spattered in bright rainbow colors, wild and fun, while Penny's wall was a soft pink, tiny dots of white sprinkled like stars.

Helping them into their beds you tucked them in, walking to the door and starting to dim the lights before you heard a soft request for a bedtime song.

"A bedtime song?"

"Daddy sings." Tilly explained.

"Alright, lets see." you though before starting to quietly sing 'You Are My Sunshine', and by the time you were done both girls eyes were shut in a deep slumber.

Turning to the door to leave you jumped when you noticed Ted standing in the doorway.

"Shit- I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you."

"That's alright." You softly laughed, exiting the room.

"You have a wonderful voice." Ted said, walking you to the door.

"Oh. Thank you. How was dinner?"

"It was nice. It was better knowing the girls were home with someone who would take such good care of them."

"Good."

Ted handed you a folded wad of cash.

"Oh, Mr. Nivison, this is too much, I couldn't-" You started, counting out the stack of twenty dollar bills.

"Nonsense. If it makes you feel better you can consider it a retainer."

"Retainer?"

"Yes. The house looks wonderful, and I can tell you're good with kids, and I bet the girls got along great with you. If you'd like, we be happy if you'd be our new babysitter."

"Yeah, that'd be great. I'd love to."

Ted smiled.

"That's great. Now, it's late and I'm sure you need to get home, so I'll let you go." He said, opening the door.

"Good night." you said, starting down the porch steps.

"Oh, and Y/N,"

You paused, turning back to face him.

Ted looked into the house behind him before looking back at you. "Call me Ted."

[foreverisntenough]

‘OURS’

Summary: You were his and he was yours but what would it be like adding one more? Thrust into a whirlwind romance you never could’ve imagined that became your forever love. You continue building a new life across the pond with a very beautiful Scouser. A sequel to the ‘You’re Mine’ fic.

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Warnings: This series will contain fluff, suggestion, smut (unprotected sex,) pregnancy, parenting, mention of the word ‘daddy,’ kind of angsty, alcohol consumption - not sure what else really… if i miss anything please lmk!

Note: Thank you for reading! Please be sure to like, comment, or message me what you think of the series! Try not to nitpick with any real pregnant logistics it’s better if you just read along happily :)

Chapter 9 - Yes, Of Course | ‘Ours’

It was approaching 3 am for you and Teddy in New York. It was early morning for Trent so you decided to give him a call. Teddy was being fussy to say the least but even so she was still in a good mood other than that. She would not go to sleep and she was adamant about not. You thought she’d be tired after the flight but evidently that wasn’t the case but you sure were.

“Hi Daddy…” you cooed tiredly when Trent answered. Teddy squealed excitedly seeing him appear on your phone. “Yeah? Is that dada?” You kissed her cheek laughing a little bit at her reaction. She was obsessed with him.

“What are you doing up, baby?” He asked quietly as he sat at the island in your kitchen having a protein shake back in England. You rolled your eyes adjusting your hold of Teddy. He caught on quite quickly seeing your demeanor versus Teddy’s. “Oh baby bear… c’mon now. Be good for mummy and go to sleep. Aren’t you tired, silly girl?” He asked Teddy as if she could respond saying ‘No, dad. I’m not and I’m keeping mum up who's been awake since 6 am UK time yesterday, having the time of my life.’ She was having a great time. Giggling away, happy as can be.

“She’s not having it. I guess it’s early for her with the time change but I’ll tell you baby, this is not it.” You laughed exhausted in delirium. You stroked her cheek and pinched at her pudgy tummy as she continued a hiccuped laugh. “She’s like wired. I don’t understand.” Trent laughed seeing his daughter try to grab at your phone to get closer to him.

“I’m sorry, baby. I wish I was there.” He paused, taking a sip of his drink. He smiled with a full mouth before he swallowed, making a face at Teddy only spurring her excitement on.

“No,” you laughed. “No, you really don’t.” You frowned as she drooled all over your bare shoulder. Teddy just would latch her mouth anywhere on you whenever she got the chance. “Come here little Teddy bear, let's at least be comfortable, huh?” You pulled her body with yours leaning back against the headboard of the bed. You pulled the blanket up over you both as she sat kicking away in your lap.

“Do you just want to be having breakfast with Daddy? Is that it?” He laughed at you two sitting in the bed missing you a little more. Normally, he’d be right next to you. It wasn’t fun to be apart.

“I wish she’d just want to go to sleep. What about that, baby? If we go to sleep, when you wake up you’ll be that much closer to being able to have breakfast with daddy.” She didn’t pay attention to you. She was transfixed on Trent.

“I’ll be there soon, beautiful. Breakfast with daddy really soon, Ted.” He cooed wishing he could just grab Teddy from you and let you get some rest but unfortunately he couldn’t, leaving him feeling rather helpless.

Trent flew that night after his match to the US. You spent the day with your mum and Lauren catching up and doing some shopping along with Teddy. By the time Trent flight arrived and he made it into Manhattan it was late. You were asleep in the bed when Trent came in. He tried his best to be quiet. He put his things down and didn’t bother to try to unpack. He walked over to where Teddy’s crib was and kissed her forehead but she was out cold. Her tiny snores filling the room. He attempted to take a shower silently but failed miserably when he kept dropping things. For someone who moved so gracefully on a pitch you often felt like he just bulldozed through things like a shower without a care in the world.

“T…” you called out seeing the bathroom’s light on seeping out from the crack of the door. He came out wrapped in a towel looking perfect as ever. “Mmm hi.” You hummed, reaching your arms out for him.

“Shit. I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m sorry, baby.” He came to you and pressed a big kiss onto your lips with a dramatic ‘mwah’ sound. “Missed you.”

“Missed you. Come here.” You pulled him onto the bed further by his muscular arm. He laughed at your eagerness.

“Let me at least dry off more and put some boxers on.” He spoke quietly, brushing his thumb back and forth over your skin. You shook your head ‘no’ adamant he just got into bed with you now so he obliged. He lets out a soft laugh and laid himself completely on top of you, resting his entire weight on you.

“T” You sleepily giggled. He placed light kisses down the side of your neck. The heavy weight of him soothing you, the warmth of his bare chest seeping into yours. His lips pressed against a particularly sensitive spot below your earlobe he knew you liked. You turned your head to avoid his cheeky advances. Trent picked up his head and looked down at you, his mahogany brown eyes boring into yours. He kissed your lips. You hummed feeling his pouty lips against yours. He rolled over dramatically laying on his back and pulled you into him. He kissed your forehead and you cuddled into him nestled perfectly in his embrace until you fell back asleep. You slept soundly back in Trent’s arms. Your eyes fluttered open early as you laid nestled on top of his chest. You nuzzled your face into his soft skin with a sigh relieved you were back encased in his familiar scent.

Warm winter sunlight seeped through the gap in the room's curtains and fell over your eyes. You shifted on top of Trent under the covers slightly, your cheek pressed against his chest. You pressed your soft lips against his bare skin. You dragged your foot up and down his muscular leg. His arm wrapped around your back and he pulled you tighter against him before a voice you love broke the morning silence.

“Comfortable baby?” He asked you. His morning voice always turned you on a little. It had the perfect amount of raspiness but frankly you were too exhausted to entertain that desire right now. You hadn’t slept that great since you got to New York until you got back in his arms. You were unaware he was even awake; you were so entranced in your own world.

“Mmmhmmm” you hummed before letting out a yawn. The haze of sleep hadn’t yet left your eyes. You realized he must have been awake for a while watching you sleep and it brought warmth and a faint blush to your face.

“If you’re still tired, go back to sleep.” He cooed with a kiss to your hair. He was so gentle with you, especially so in the morning. Your eyes gazed up at his usually sharp features but in the early morning light they looked delicate.

“It’s fine. She’s asleep and I want to spend time with you. I missed you, T.” You pulled yourself up more by his shoulders to give him a kiss on the lips.

“I’ll be right here. Not going anywhere you got me for the rest of your life.” He said before he kissed you back.

“Promise?” You giggled, looking back into his sleepy stare. His lips curled into a tired yet perfect Trent smile. There was something that was always so blissful about every morning you got to spend in his arms. You felt impossibly secure. Unfortunately until the off season moments of perfect simplicity tucked in bed weren’t all that often.

“Promise, beautiful.” He kissed you once more before you laid your head back down on his chest but kept your hand up to hold his face affectionately. You laid there melting into his embrace, loving simply existing in his presence.

“I’m glad you’re here, pretty boy.” You stoked your thumb over his high cheek bone. He was really pretty. You never forgot. Although sometimes seeing him first thing after waking up really amplified just how gorgeous he was. The softness of his facial expression. The tired pout of his lips. It just all really was beautiful.

“Where else would I be?” Trent ran his thumb over your plump lips then he gently moved some of your hair off your shoulder and tugged your warm body closer to his under the covers. Loving the press of your soft curves against him.

“Don’t know. I’m just happy you’re with us” you cooed genuinely happy he was back with you and your daughter. Things felt calmer when he was around. He had such a pacified vibe to him. Things just didn’t rattle him the way they did you. It was then in your quiet morning cuddled in bed you heard a whiny cry from the other room.

“Good morning, baby bear.” Trent whispered scooping up a sleepy Teddy who was laying on her belly. “How are you, my beautiful girl? Did you miss me?” She began to giggle as he kissed her all over. “I’ll always be with you two.” He spoke from the other room, continuing your conversation. He walked back into the bedroom with Teddy in his arms. “She’s pretty cute, huh?” he pinched one of her chubby cheeks eliciting a giddy squeal from her being being back in her dad’s arms.

“Very.” You confirmed. “Good morningggg!” You sang to her as she eagerly and frantically reached out to be with you in bed. “You like when daddy’s here to wake you up?" You smiled at Teddy smiling in his arms as Trent rubbed his thumb up and down her cheek. “By the way, Lauren and Win want to go out tonight… well they want to take you out.” You flicked your eyes from her to inform Trent of plans that had been laid out for him.

“We should go” he responded as he handed you Teddy then seated himself back in the bed getting comfortable again. He couldn't help but smile as he looked at the love of his life holding your baby, feeling his heart beating faster with each moment finally back together.

“Or… we could just stay right here.” You thought for a moment about how much you were enjoying your current company. You situated Teddy to sit on your lap in front of you two as she made adorable babbling noises. You leaned your head on Trent’s shoulder taking in the comfort of all being back together..

“Baby… we’re here. We should go with them, okay? Give you an excuse to dress up for me as well.” He rested his head on top of yours while wiping some spittle from Teddy’s face.

“For you? Really? I do not dress for the male gaze, thank you very much!” You pulled away from your nice family cuddle to better look at Trent with a feigned offense.

“Oh come on…. Sure, you don’t want me to stare when you wear all that. Baby, be really for a minute here.” He spoke looking your body up and down remembering all the things you specifically had told him you had worn just for him from skimpy bikinis, to little mini skirts, to lingerie in bed.

“It’s just an added benefit knowing I have you eating out of the palm of my hand with an outfit. It’s exactly what I want. Two birds, one stone.” You teased him. You knew there were things you opted to wear specifically because you thought he’d appreciate them. But dressing for the general male population… absolutely not.

“Is it? I knew it!” He celebrated boastfully by squeezing your frame into his strong embrace. “Just admit you’re trying to impress me, baby.” He laughed.

“Shush. I’m going to shower.” You broke out of his hold to get out of the bed. “You know what else I want?” He looked up at you inquisitively “I’d want you to watch our baby please.” You nodded towards Teddy who was now wiggling on the bed where you had plopped her. You giggled watching her before leaning over to blow a raspberry onto her tummy. “Can you watch Daddy while I’m gone, Teddy girl?” You asked her in an effort to tease Trent.

“Just go shower please!” Trent rolled his eyes and slapped your ass as you turned away from the bed. So you did, hopping into the shower. Trent moved himself and Teddy onto a play mat laid on the floor for her. “Remember what we talked about back home, Ted? Gonna ask mummy to marry me tomorrow. Think she’ll say yes?” He hushly spoke with a big grin. Teddy just replied with a little giggle and ‘puh’ noises smacking her lips together before trying to grab at Trent’s face. “Yeah ‘puh’ is right, that's exactly what I was thinking as well.” He laughed to himself rolling over onto his back and picking her up. He held her in the air above him as she squealed, wiggling. He pressed wet kisses with dramatic ‘mwah’ noises again and again to her till her big brown eyes were shut tight with laughter. He pulled her down to his chest and squeezed her in a hug. “Me, you and mummy, okay? We’ve always been a family, baby, the three of us but now we’re all gonna be Alexander- Arnold’s even mummy.”

You loved winter fashion in New York. There was just something so cozy about it. You were excited to go out and get ready and maybe dress up a little bit for Trent too. You put on a knit strapless top your boobs practically fell out of and a plaid skirt from Prada that if you bent over too abruptly your ass would probably show. You paired it with a pair of Givenchy boots and a Dior bag. It made you giddy to be back in Manhattan for a night out. As much as you were a mum now, currently keeping a close eye on your baby, you were also a girl about to go on a night out lining her lips in the bathroom.

“Yeahh this skirt, baby. It’s good.” He pinched your ass underneath its short hem.

“Hey! Keep your hands to yourself please!” You whined scolding him but secretly loving this attention he gave you. He knew that as well. You picked Trent’s outfit and he looked good, like almost so good it made you weary. You put on a cream colored faux fur jacket before you finally left the room.

“Maybe I’ll meet an American ting tonight. Start a life with her. Have a second baby.” He teased wrapping his arms around your waist from behind resting his chin on your shoulder as you were waiting for the lift.

“Oh shut up!” You rolled your eyes at him jokingly shoving at his arm. You held Teddy stepping in.

“I’m only joking, beautiful. I have the most perfect American and the most perfect baby. I don’t need anyone else and frankly, no one else could even ever compare.” You gave him a smug ‘mmmhmm’ with a side eye. “Do you like mummy’s jacket, baby bear? It’s soft huh?” Teddy rubbed her face into the fur of your jacket. She clearly did. You met your mum in the lobby, gave her a key to your room, and handed her Teddy. After that, you and Trent jumped in a Uber and were off for a rare night out without your baby. Winnie and Lauren decided it would be fun to take you but particularly Trent out to a bar the three of you had loved before you moved or even met Trent. You assumed it could be fun. A night out with Lauren usually was. Trent wasn’t keen about bars typically; it wasn't really his scene but ironically he was the one that convinced you to go tonight. You met at Winnie’s apartment further downtown. Trent had never been before but he was cute just exploring around the tight space. He had all sorts of questions about apartment living in New York and you thought it was sweet as he sat talking to her about where she did laundry. Also slightly ironic considering you weren’t sure Trent really knew how to do laundry. Pretty sure Dianne always did it and now you definitely did it for him. A group of people ranging from Winnie’s age to yours were all going out so it was a chill pregame you were used to. Sometimes you forgot that Trent didn’t experience college life though let alone regular ‘parties’ like this the way you did. You guessed he was out busy winning trophies. This was pretty standard to you but he was fascinated with all the games and the gossip. The whole thing was a whirlwind for him. Thankfully the majority of the people at Winnie’s didn’t follow football so it was great for him. Trent was flying under the radar and loving every minute of it. You ended up at an East Village dive bar well into the early morning.

“How come you look so good all the time, huh?” Trent whispered into your ear as you stood in front of him in his arms. You dropped your head embarrassed. You shook it back and forth disregarding his blatant compliment. “Nah, gotta answer me.” He cheekily squeezed your ass. You just looked up at him in the dimly lit bar. The lights from cars passing by outside shined on the high points of his face. “My” he spoke in your ear as he dragged his hands up your back and pulled you into him. He squeezed you so tight to his chest you were nervous your makeup was going to get all over his black t-shirt “baby.” He grunted the second word from squeezing you so tight. His arms held you to him. You couldn’t move so you just giggled.

“I like that.” you said into his neck as you slid your hands around him attempting not to spill the drink in your hand down his back.

“What, beautiful?” he asked, low and erotic to your ear. Your pussy clenched from the sound of his voice alone. He gripped your jaw tilting your head up with one of his big hands using the other to keep you pressed to him..

“No…” you cheekily withheld what you were speaking about. You just stayed tight to him enjoying the feeling of his body pressed to yours.

“Ahhh, you like when I tell you you’re mine? Well, good news for you, baby because you’re always gonna be.” He kissed your forehead before he dropped his head some for your noses to press against each other.

“Y/N, do you want anything?” Winnie asked, interrupting your moment before she went to get another drink. You shook your head ‘no’ your face still pressed to Trent’s, unable to get out of the haze he had you in until he pulled away from you. He had you wrapped around his finger. You tugged his hand down and whispered in his ear. Your wet juicy lips ghosting over its shell. Your voice dripping with need

“T…” you whined. He hummed and turned his head towards you. He clocked your intentions the second you locked eyes with him. His lips curled into a cheeky smile.

“You wanna go home?” He looked at you with a glint in his eyes. You shook your head ‘no’ at him once again.

“Well, what do you want then, dirty girl, hmm?” He came close to you again. His proximity turning the gears in your head, your thoughts shifting to incredibly lewd ones. You whimpered a measly ‘please.’ “I’ll take care of you. You just gotta tell me what you want. Tell me.” You just looked up at him in desperation. You wanted to be closer than you were right now. The tequila coursing through you amplifying your attraction to him. His drifting warm hand low on your back sending shock waves through your system. He leaned over and whispered behind in your ear out of view for anyone to possibly understand what this conversation was about. You nuzzled your face into his neck and nibbled onto his skin a little. Winnie’s eyes widened and cocked her head to the side interested in what had you two so secretive and handsy all of a sudden. She nudged Lauren who was chatting with one of the guys you were out with. Lauren threw her hand disinterested in something that had happened far too many times before. She didn’t care about you and Trent acting like you’d never hooked up before. That’s what this felt like. The anticipation to see what he did next had you on the edge of your seat. You grabbed his hand pulling him with you, weaving through the crowded bar. As turned on as you were, Tren felt like a teenage boy around you at times. Like he was a virgin getting picked by the prettiest girl at school. Trent turned back to Winnie and mouthed a ‘be right back.’ She rolled her eyes. He laughed and watched your determination pushing towards the bathroom.

“What? Did you need to talk to me or something?” He teased knowing exactly what you two were doing. You pouted at him. “I’m kidding. C’mere baby. You need me, hmm? I’ll take care of you.” You nodded embarrassed with big eyes slyly undoing his trousers.

“Oh see… you’re as turned on as me.” You said as you noticed how hard he already was. His big cock tenting in his boxers. The bathroom was cramped, especially with both of you in it. Trent pushed his knee in between your legs and spread them and pulling you in to straddle him. His hands swiftly moved around you and began to knead your ass.

“Baby, if I’m in the same room as you I’m like this.” He gestured to his cock beginning to leak precum with a laugh.”so you wanted to fuck me, huh? Needed me so bad you couldn’t wait? he breathed, pushing your back against the wall, hooking one of your legs over his hip.

“Uh huh” you moaned in between kisses. His hands bunched up your skirt over your hips before he dropped them to the back of your thighs picking you up entirely.

“Do you know how much I love you?” He put his lips to your ear. The tone was velvety laced with lust. You could feel his length press against your wet core. You breathed into his neck and helped line his cock up with your entrance. He pushed his hips into you without warning. Elicited moans you attempted to keep quiet from both of you. Your long nails dug into the muscles of his back over his shirt. He didn’t wait for you to adjust, you just grinding your hips into his. He slid further in before he began to fuck you against the bathroom wall. He had your legs lifted to your sides as your boots dangling over his arms. He held your body weight entirely for you as he continued to thrust into you.

“I love you so much. Oh fuck, T! You feel so good, baby.” You whined. Your sounds making his hips stutter. He gripped your thighs so hard that you were sure you might be leaving this bar with bruises.

“Baby, rub your clit f’me, yeah? Can you do that f’me?” You nodded desperately at his request. You moved your hand down quickly between you two to rub your clit in sync with his rough pace. The knot in your stomach growing tighter and tighter. “Good girl.” He whispered to you as he nibbled on your earlobe. You mewled as you arched your back gripping onto him even tighter than before.

“Oh my god” You cried loudly letting go of his back trying to cover your mouth. With his pace you needed to grab back onto him though. Your lips remained parted in shaky moans as he thrusted his cock harder and deeper. His veins grazing at your g spot and stretching you to your limit. With each stroke, Trent hit all the places he knew drove you crazy. This was exactly what you wanted.

“You’re mine, baby. Understand?” He said it was a seriousness and a harshness that made goosebumps arise on your skin. You moaned as your vision began to blur a little. Between the tequila you were driving and this feeling your head started to feel light and dizzy. You couldn’t think of any else but the roll of Trents hips. Each thrust clouding your mind. His lips coming to kiss and suck on your exposed collarbone. “Cum f’me, beautiful. That’s what you wanted right? Cum now.” He demanded so you did. Your body quivered as your pussy tightened around him.

“I’m yours, T. Fuck! I’m cumming, T, in cumming.” You let out a whiny cry as you came messily all over his cock. You continued to unravel as Trent let out a breathy moan of his own. His thrusts starting to become sloppier. Your chest rising and falling heavily your nails leaving crescent marks on his tanned toned arms as your orgasm continued to wash over you.

“Doing so good, baby. I got you. I’m gonna cum. Shit! Squeezing me so fucking tight.” He grunted still thrusting into you as his abs tensed. His eyes rolled back a little with deep breaths. He slowed almost to a halt as his cock pulsed inside your warm pussy. He pumped you full of his cum, painting your insides in sticky white. He caught your lips with a sweet kiss, brining your legs down still holding onto your waist. You stood on wobbly feet, barely able to balance in your heels. He took you in his arms and rocked you back and forth in a tight hug. He kissed tiny pecks all over your face. “That was so hot.” He laughed a little. You could only manage a hum with flushed cheeks, falling into his chest with a soft smile. You glistened with the sheen of sweat, slightly dazed from what you just did in the bars bathrooms

“Thank you” you giggled. You cleaned up and fixed your clothes. You stood in front of the mirror, readjusting your outfit.

“Wore this just f’me, hmm?” He teased coming to stand behind you. You rolled your eyes at him as you fixed your boobs to sit just right in your top. “That’s deffo for me.” You shot him one more glare but cracked a smile. “You look beautiful, baby. Always. Let’s go” he kissed your cheek before you practically fell out of the restroom of the bar, stumbling back into the crowd. He laughed into your neck squeezing your body to his from behind. You walked around for a moment trying to find where Lauren or Winnie went with Trent clinging to you. You found them tucked in a corner with two guys. Trent held you close as you slithered through the bar making your way.

“We gotta get back to le bébé.” You practically yelled for them to hear. Winnie nodded as a man she was with jaw slacked as he kept his hands wrapped around her hips.

“You have a child??” He asked wide eyed and shocked. Trent nodded, turning his phone that he was using to get an Uber on, clicking it off and then on again to show him Teddy as his background. Her perfect, beautiful, chubby cheeks, and pouty lips sitting in the car wearing a cozy bear onesie looking, at least in her parents opinions, fucking adorable.

“Oh shit. Didn’t know you were married, that's some real shit.” The kid drunkenly confessed. He was surprised you had had the night you did with everyone despite being parents. It was late, everyone was drunk and you were down in an east village basement bar, it wasn’t exactly the most parental scene.

“We’re not but yeah, it’s very real.” You giggled leaning your head on Trent’s shoulder. It always sent a tenseness through Trent’s body when you said you weren’t married. He hated the tone you said it in. Like you weren’t upset by it, that you needed to clarify to the person you definitely were not. He was weirdly offended by it but he was planning on fixing it asap.

“Soon. Promise.” He kissed your head. Lacing his fingers with yours before he pulled you out the bar, into an Uber and back to your hotel. You met your mum up in your room to relieve her from her duties watching Teddy. She of course was already sound asleep. Thankfully, it was your mum watching her and not a sitter. It was obscenely late. Anyone else probably would’ve been annoyed but she was happy you had a fun night with your sister back at home.

“What were you thinking as far as plans for today?” You asked Trent, watching him pull on his trousers before he came over to you and scooped up Teddy. He kissed her forehead and then looked at you through the bathroom mirror.

“You want to go on a walk, baby? Like up fifth?” Trent asked, bouncing Teddy on his hip in the en suite as you did your hair. You liked that idea. You were excited to show your little British baby your home. The place where you grew up, the place you had met her dad.

“Yeah, that’d be nice. I’ll go.” You brushed your hand over Teddy’s head. Aside from his invitation for the walk back at the hotel, Trent was fairly quiet all afternoon. You assumed it was because he was jet lagged. You slipped your fingers to lace with his, your other arm grabbing onto his bicep. He loved when you did that. Trent pressed a kiss to your hair as he pushed Teddy in her pram up the pavement of Fifth Avenue. You were waiting to cross the street as you stared down at Trent. He was crouched over talking to Teddy. Their identical pretty faces bearing the same smile. It warmed your heart so much to have them both. You’d face everything you’d been through in your whole life all over again if it meant you’d end up right here in this moment on this very corner with them. You’d do anything for the man and baby in front of you. You couldn’t imagine your life without either of them now. He stood up and you flashed a smile at him. Trent’s heart faltered a little. If someone would've told him that a few years ago on the streets of New York City on a lads summer holiday he would meet the woman he was about to propose to he surely would’ve thought that they were having a laugh. Frankly, he would’ve just rolled his big precious mahogany eyes at whoever was trying to convince him that’d be the case. Three years ago, Trent wasn’t exactly looking for someone. He was enjoying his single life and yet there you were crossing the street. His serendipity. You came into his life unforgiving. Creating emotions he had never had the time or care to entertain before. Yet there you were batting your perfectly curled eyelashes up at him under the brim of a hat in the summer sun.

‘Trent crossed the street towards the group of boys nonchalantly, he was playing off how smitten he had just become with a complete stranger

“Like I couldn’t build a more ideal woman, she’s a dream and she just stood there like she was somehow at a disadvantage.” Trent ranted.’

Three years and some days on after you had met you gave him the most precious gift. His first born. His baby girl, his daughter. Her chubby cheeks full of his uninhibited love for you. He could spend hours watching you with Teddy. Watching you through loving patient eyes not wanting to miss a thing. He did just that as you approached the next crosswalk. It was where you met. The place where you both felt like your life truly began. The corner of 78th street and 5th Avenue. A moment and place forever ingraine in your brain and heart. The most pivotal moment of your life happened right here. You pecked Trent’s cheek before turning your attention to Teddy.

“This is where mummy met daddy, Ted.” You cooed, peering into her pram. Trent bent over to what you thought was to re-tie his trainers at the cross. You watched in slow motion as he didn’t tie them and instead moved on to one knee.

“T… what are you doing…” you stood paralyzed by the sight of Trent in front of you on one knee on the corner of the winter New York pavement. You started to shake and not from the cold.

“Baby, listen to me…” You nodded as your eyes welled with tears. “The moment I first laid eyes on you. Right here. I knew in my core that my life was about to change. I felt it. Even my brothers knew it.”

“Why are you being like this bro? You’re down so bad already and you don’t even know her. What did she do to you!” They exclaimed…’

Your eyes looked at him completely shell shocked that this was actually happening. You could tell he was nervous looking at his puppy dog eyes you loved so dearly beneath you but his voice was calm as ever. His words were powerful and simple. You felt speechless so you just listened impatiently for the question you’d waited forever for. “Life with you makes perfect sense. You’re my best friend, baby. I know I was made to be the one for you. Made to take care of you, protect you, to love you and to cherish you. You’re the most beautiful woman in the world who deserves someone’s undivided attention, commitment, and appreciation. I fell in love with you for a million tiny reasons and I want to spend a lifetime discovering more of them.” He took a deep breath and you gave him an encouraging smile as you wiped away tears that were rolling down your cheeks. “Before I met you, days dragged on. I was comfortable just going in and out of matches, laying in my bed. I was at home but I felt a homelessness. Hollow even, maybe? It wasn’t until I met you that I finally felt whole. You filled a voice in my heart I never knew was so big. I had no idea what I was missing. What it felt like to have someone in your corner, in my stadium, in my home, my bed. Meeting you made me feel alive and loving you completed me. My life was just beginning as I fell in love with you. I want to be the best husband you so deserve. I want to build our family with you. Make me the luckiest man, baby. Will you marry me Y/N LN?” His perfect pouty bottom lip began to quiver as he tried to hold back his own tears. You weren’t as good as keeping your emotions at bay. You were sobbing. You always knew you’d spend the rest of your life with Trent but hearing him so sure and eager to do so caused happiness to overwhelm every fiber of your being. It was so overwhelming that you couldn’t stop the tears that slowly continued to flow down your face. Saying yes to Trent was as easy as breathing. You nodded shamelessly as he took your hand.

“Yes… of course, T.” You cried more trying your best to get the words out. They were barely a whimper. You couldn’t really catch your breath. The smile that pulled on his face was the most pure, authentic thing you’d ever seen. His larger hand held your smaller one. He slid the most perfect ring you could’ve imagined onto your finger. Your tears dropped down, splashing onto the back of your hand. You looked at your dream ring with two three carat diamonds nestled together. It had one pear shaped and an emerald cut set on a gold band filled with even more diamonds. It fit just the way it was meant to. Meant just for you. He was meant just for you. “You make me so happy, baby. I know you’re the only one I was meant to share the rest of my life with.” You cupped both his cheeks and brought his face up to yours. A kiss has never felt so right. “You’re sure about this? You giggled overwhelmed.

“Never been more sure of something. It's not a laughing matter, baby. I’ve never meant something more seriously than I do this.” He cooed serious as ever stroking your cheek before he dug into his pocket. He pulled out the tiniest ring you’d ever seen. A little diamond band probably too small even for your pinky. You tilted your head a little confused for a moment why he had it.

“Do you know who this is for?” You smiled coming to understand what he meant now. Trent had gotten a diamond ring for your baby girl as well. “I had to ask for permission to marry mummy, didn’t I?” He spoke, looking into your eyes still. “I asked your dad too about a year ago so don’t worry about that but this one is for our Teddy girl.” He laughed a little knowing you probably were starting to wonder. “You’re mine baby, I’m yours, and she’s ours.” He cooed leaning over to look at Teddy sliding the tiny ring onto her left hand's ring finger. You began to cry more.

“Ted… should I marry daddy?” You asked her with tears in your eyes as she wiggled so you took her excitement as a yes.

“Yeah? Excited for mama and dada, baby bear?” Trent asked her and she squealed. Your mum came and grabbed Teddy shortly after that but you were too overwhelmed to even process what was happening. A lot of people were actually there watching this unfold, you just had no idea. Trent had this planned to a T. “C’mere baby.” Trent pulled you into him. You clung to him on the corner in the cold, never feeling warmer. Your cheeks pressed together embraced

“I've been waiting my whole life for you.” You cried more. He just stroked over your hair keeping you encased in his arms. You kissed his cheek before you pulled away. “Wait a year ago… T, what the fuck?” you laughed at him. He couldn’t possibly be serious. In fact, he was. About a year ago Trent had asked your dad to marry you. He knew that was important to you and to your dad. Before he even got permission though he had been on the hunt for the perfect ring. He looked high and low for the one that was meant for you but no one got it just right. None were unequivocally you. So he found a jeweler to make it for him instead. It took ages to make it but when they finalized it he picked it up and hid the velvet box he had engraved with your new initials in the safe to be saved. When you got pregnant that shifted things a little. He could remember when you announced it to your family, your dad asking what that meant. Tent was nervous you’d think he was doing it because of the baby not because he genuinely wanted to so he held off. The proposal had always been planned and now it finally happened.

“I wanted it to be right.” He cooed looking at you. You laughed at how ridiculous that was but also shocked this ring existed for so long right under your nose. There were plenty of scares along the way though like when you went to get your passports from out of the safe unannounced and Trent practically had a heart attack.

“It was always right.” You kissed his lips. He returned the kiss slow and languid as his big hand came to hold the side of your neck. He rubbed his thumb back and forth over the line of your jaw. You swore you could kiss him forever and never grow tired of it. And now with this ring on your finger, you’d get to do just that, forever.

“Yeah. Me and you. Always.” He gave you a pinky promise. You stuck out your pinky and wrapped it around his. He dropped his hand though quickly from yours and grabbed your face with both hands for a sloppy big kiss and you pouted at just how adorable he was all the time. You started to cry a little more coming to terms with what just happened so you hugged him for a while longer.

Trent and your parents had organized for everyone to meet you and him after at Bemelmans. You absolutely adored this bar. It was beautiful and had the best champagne. Just about everyone you knew was there and you were very confused. You felt like you were always so clued in so you were absolutely flabbergasted everyone had worked this whole plan around you. The whole Alexander-Arnold family had come to New York, even George and as you walked in, low and behold you saw Lauren talking at the bar with none other than Jude. You greeted Trent’s family first. Dianne was overjoyed, crying as she hugged you. She babbled on and on how excited she was to finally have you as a daughter officially. It was so sweet. You were also very eager to get over to where Lauren was. Once you were done with the niceties and congratulations from immediate family you ran to her.

“You knew!!!! What the fuck?” You yelled at Lauren grabbing both her arms, shaking her jokingly. She could only laugh at your dramatics. She gave you a big hug before she pulled away to get a good look at you.

“Y/N, Y/N, Y/N,” she shook her head. “Come on now… a few things here; one, no shot in hell T was going to propose to my best friend without me knowing. I’d murder him.” She picked up your hand to inspect your ring she’d approved of a long time ago finally now on your finger before she was going to continue on with her second point.

“Facts.” Jude then interrupted with a nice adlib to her ramble. You laughed at him before you leaned your head onto Trent’s shoulder while you awaited her next bit of reasoning.

“Two, this boy was ready to marry you after about a week. I don't know why you’re so surprised this happened.” Jude chiming in with another ‘facts.’ She snapped her head at him, annoyed but she did actually think it was a little funny. “Can you not?” she laughed at Jude. He grabbed Lauren by the waist and moved her to the side to come and give you a quintessentially Jude bone crushing hug.

“So happy for you. Trentski’s now forever locked in to be punching for the rest of his life.” He joked, shaking Trent's shoulder. George came over and grabbed you from behind.

“Hiii!” You squealed excited to see him. He gave you a big hug. Probably your millionth of the day but it was still special each one. You took a lot of photos with everyone who came but you weren’t exactly thrilled about it. Your eyes were so puffy from all the crying. Lauren assured you you still looked gorgeous but you didn’t totally believe her. Trent attempted to tell you the same but he just asked you to marry him. It's not like he was going to say you looked anything but perfect. You drank champagne all afternoon and showed off your ring time and time again celebrating your dream come true. Your mum took Teddy for the night and Winnie offered to bring her back to you in the morning. It was really sweet of them and honestly a little cheeky because they knew what was going to happen when you and Trent were alone.

“Ready to go?” Trent cooed, pressing his lips to yours. You smiled up at him. Lacing your hand with his. “C’mon, hmm?”

“Yes, please.” You giggled into his chest, coming for a hug before you went back to the hotel. You changed and Trent took you out dinner just the two of you before you returned for a very long fun night spent in bed with your fiancé.

You woke up in the morning to the winter sun splashing against the diamonds on your finger that rested on Trent’s tanned bare chest. You smiled up at Trent’s beautiful sleeping face. You scratched at the hair on his chin. He woke up slow but quickly pulled you flush against him in a strong tight cuddle.

“Let me goooo.” You groaned sarcastically, wiggling unsuccessfully trying to break away from him.

“Nope.” He popped the ‘p’ sound in the word. “You agreed to this, stuck forever now innit?” He cooed with his lips, ghosting over your skin he was so close to you. You gave in and hugged him back. Rolling to be completely on top of him in a straddle. “Morning, soon to be Mrs. Alexander-Arnold” he spoke softly as you giggled, pressing your lips to his.

“You’re hard, T.” You giggled teasing him able to feel his growing cock underneath you. He just hummed holding you tighter. You didn’t say anything else. You stayed in his arms happy and in love. You fell back asleep on Trent’s chest though too tired from the events that occurred on just about every surface of the room last night. He stayed awake rubbing your back loving the feeling of your warmth on top of him, the smell of your hair, and your newly ring adorned finger laying on his chest.

Winnie came to bring Teddy back. She knocked a few times but you were out cold and Trent was in his own world of admiration. You had given her a key so she popped into the living room space. Trent practically jumped seeing her cross through the room. He shouldn’t have been surprised. This was exactly the time when she said she’d be here.

“Sorry, sorry. I would’ve gotten up.” Trent cooed sitting up further against the headboard to talk to Winnie. You sleepily groaned and readjusted your position on him but not fully waking.

“You’re fine. Fun night?” She laughed teasing Trent seeing your naked back laying on top of him with your arms wrapped around his equally bare torso.

“Yeah, I’m sure you’ll hear all about it.” Trent responded, brushing a piece of your hair that had fallen off your face. He was referring to you not being particularly the most tight lipped about your life in the bedroom with him. Sharing every dirty detail to your sister and Lauren. They new a lot*.

“Expecting a rave review?” She teased him some more, walking into the bedroom with Teddy in her arms.

“Have you ever heard otherwise?” He asked jokingly but also laced with a bit of seriousness because he had a moment of fear thinking that maybe you had complained about your sex life to them at one point.

“Well, here's your rave review.” Winnie rolled her eyes, handing him a smiley Teddy excited to see her dad. Her small giggles and grunts eager to get into Trent’s arms woke you up. Winnie headed out and you got up eventually. You say at a table in the room eating the room service breakfast Trent had ordered you with Teddy on your lap.

“By the way, baby, I got a necklace to put Ted’s ring on. I don’t want her to try to eat it.” He laughed grabbing a box before he came to sit down beside you two. He pulled out a plain gold necklace.

“Thank you daddy.” You giggled, pressing a kiss to Teddy’s cheek. He slid the ring he had gotten her on the chain and handed it to you. You clasped it around her neck. “Can you say thank you dada?” You cooed. She had no idea what was going on let alone being put on her but it was special to you anyways. Trent reached over the table and picked her up. He squished her tight to him, releasing one arm free to pull you into him. His arm tucking behind your head bringing your forehead to his lips.

“My girls forever.” He whispered against your skin.

“Alexander-Arnold girls is crazy…” you laughed leaning back in your chair. It was unbelievable to you that you’d all share the same surname.

“It’s perfect.” He kissed your forehead again. You began to get ready for the day. Everyone who was in town for the engagement was coming to a party at The Plaza this afternoon for brunch. You were attempting to do your makeup in the bathroom when you could hear Teddy crying away in the other room sitting with Trent. You came out half dressed to see what was going on. Trent was standing rocking back and forth cradling her trying to get her to calm down.

“I think maybe the jet lag is starting to catch up with her. She hasn’t been sleeping nearly enough since we got here.” You cooed, taking her out of Trent’s arms. She clung around your neck, continuing to cry. Her breath was short. She sniffled against your shoulder.

“I’m sorry, Ted. I don’t know if I did something wrong or…” You watched Trent’s eyes sink as he looked from her to you. He felt horrible watching Teddy cry. “I tried everything, I swear. I don’t know how to help her.” Your heart broke a little watching his break. He rubbed his big hand over her back. His natural pout quivered. He rested his head onto her.

“It’s not your fault, T. She’s just tired. She’s okay. You’re okay, right baby?” You asked Teddy as her cries began to slow. Her shallow breaths starting to ease. “You’re such a good dad. Honest, you’re so good with her. She’s just a little sleepy, huh Teddy girl?” You cooed as she laid her cheek against your shoulder exhausted.

“Don’t take this the wrong way but why does she calm when she’s with you though?” Trent looked at you defeated seeing Teddy settling in your arms. “I feel like I do everything I’m supposed to and it’s not enough. I’m starting to think maybe I’m away from her too much.” You could see his mind racing feeling so guilty for the amount of time he was away from home for football.

“T… come here.” You pulled him into you with one arm. You handed him Teddy with the other. She nuzzled her face into the nape of his neck. Her tiny palm spread on his chest as she clung to him. “You’re so good with her. You love her so much and she knows that, she can feel that. Think of how excited she is when she sees you. We’re together as much as we can be. When she’s a little older, we’ll try to travel more to be with you, yeah? She’s so calm with you as well. Baby, she constantly falls asleep on you. Trust me she loves being with her daddy.” You gestured to Teddy who was fast asleep, already passed out on him. He laughed and kissed her cheek.

“I’m sorry.” He rubbed his free hand over his face. “Maybe, I’m jet lagged. Sorry, baby. You really think I’m good with her?” You nodded with a kiss to his cheek. “Thank you. Also, while you’re out here, I know you already picked out your outfit for the brunch but I got you a little something.” He cooed.

“You what?” Your eyes widened as Trent turned to grab a bag from Bergdorf Goodman. The lilac purple bag made your mouth almost water. There wasn’t a store in the world you loved more.

“I mean… it’s ridiculous and I don’t understand it but I know you wanted it. Thought it’d be good for today. First bridal thing for you.” He handed you the bag and it made your eyes tear more at the sentiment but maybe just a little as you pulled out the most insane embellished MuiMui crop top. “I got these heels as well, the woman said you needed to have them so if you needed them I had to get them.” He laughed, giving you one more perfectly lilac bag.

“I love you.” You cooed with a big smile. “I already forgot what I was even wearing before.” You giggled coming to hold his waist.

“Love me…” he rolled his eyes. “You just love clothes…” he teased. “Now go get changed.” He slapped your ass. You pressed a kiss to Teddy’s cheek and giddily skipped back to the bathroom to get dressed to celebrate your engagement to the most amazing man.

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Warning: it's just rambling about Hogwart's legacy ships

The few people that follow me know what is my fav HL ship: Poppy x f!MC. Absolutely. Some Poppy x M!MC ff were also good tho!

Poppy and Tori (my MC) are my Roman Empire. I love our little Hufflepuff so much 💛

But here the list of...

Rare pairs that I ship (and probably other people don't)

- Natty x Imelda

Like I said in another post, they have Chloe x Nadine vibes and I think they are good together! I can imagine that Natty, being such a chivalrous and brave Gryffindor, would be the only one that makes Imelda blush.  Gryffindor and Slytherin rivalry could make things between them challenging and interesting 👀 and I headcanon that Imelda is such a bottom.

Also, chaser!Natty in Quidditch gear? Me and Imelda will drooling.

- Ominis x Anne

Okay, it's not really a rare pair. Basically, they are already friends but they bond even more after Sebastian's BS (hopefully he will redeem himself). Also "Does Ominis know about this?" and "If Ominis will be there, I'll meet you"... VERY WELL.

- Amit x Adelaide

'What?', you will say but hear me out. Poppy and MC in the first Beasts lesson have distracted me the first times , but you can see Amit and Adelaide being near each other. They also in the same Astronomy class (i headcanon that they will speak endlessly about the difference between Astronomy, which is Amit's favourite, and Divination, which is the class Adelaide prefers.

Adelaide's uncle speak Gobbledegook (no my non-native speaker ass didn't copy and paste this word), Amit speaks Gobbledegook. Maybe Adelaide will ask Amit to teach her the language.

I know it could be nonsense but thanks for coming to my HL Ted Talk anyway lmao

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Hi!! I’ve just discovered your blog, could I request Ted x female!Reader, maybe general romantic headcanons? Tyyy 😊 (I’m so insane for this man, so happy to find another ihnmaims writer on here aaaa)

I need you to run to me, run to me, lover.

Ted (IHNMAIMS) x Female! Reader romantic headcanons Summary: Romantic headcanons of Ted and female! Reader Warnings: talk of outdated ideas (just feminine ideas but nothing extreme), basic IHNMAIMS violence (references to AM's torture, possessiveness on Ted's end. Word count:874 (pretty sort sadly) ˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖

Any feminine presence outside Ellen isn’t common in the group, so you being a part of the group and staying with Ted is what he takes pride in. He’s got a lovely lady he gets to kiss and keep for himself that treats him well. He’s never been more grateful for someone in his life since you said you reciprocate his feelings.

The group also sees your love as a benefit, Ted shuts the fuck up more often now that you’re on his arm. He doesn’t go on as many rants about his hatred for all of them since you just kiss him, and he gets quiet from embarrassment.

Ted would view you as an angel if you’re a lot kinder than he is, not only because of his insanely religious ideas, but because that’s what AM will try pushing in his mind. It’s more likely because the AI wants to see if you’ll lose feelings for Ted if he’s beyond clingy.

Religious ideas definitely have an effect on him, especially with AM fucking him over. The religious ideas would be so much worse in the relationship, the idea you’re an angel would become worse. Worshiper ideals. But that worship from him to you won’t fly with the AI, if anything, it’ll cause him to be more inclined to hurt you.

Speaking of clingy, it’s to an insane extent. Ted is always sleeping next to you or in your arms, holding your hand on the journey for the canned peaches, and sobbing in your arms when he sees fit for a good cry. Ted isn’t extremely pleased at the idea either, usually trying to push away before that lost dog mindset sets in. Open your arms and he’ll go back eventually. You make him so soft! How cruel you are!

Unironically, it’s a “us against the world” sort of thing for Ted, and he’s right to an extent. AM is against you, the others don’t care (meaning for Ted: they want to take you away), and he believes it. If anything, it won’t make him better with relationships, he’ll be insecure and he’ll say you’re trying to leave him too. It’ll cause him to hold you a little closer at night.

He’s gone so long without real romantic love to the extent he is so desperate for nice lady touch. As much as he denies it, he’s desperate for a feminine presence (which plays into his lost dog habit of following you). Ted will also keep you very close.

When Ted is tortured, he’ll go crawling to you again. Not only because he genuinely wants you to take care of him but because you’re so soft. He knows for a fact you’ll help him, going into your arms will be met with kisses and soft touches, a great contrast from the usual treatment from AM.

As little as his family life affects him under AM’s hold, he’ll be a husband for you. Ted will do things for you a husband would: being soft to you, saying nice things (when he isn’t having bouts of anxiety), and pulling you along when AM gives him delusions again. Don’t worry though, he’ll hold you real tight just so you feel better.

If you’re a lot more feminine, he’ll view you as needing protection (what do you expect he grew up in the 50’s/60’s). Ted will keep you in the center of the group with Ellen, keeping you close but not close enough for discomfort.

If you ever find a way to get something as minute as makeup, give him kisses with lipstick on, he likes knowing you left a mark. Not only to taunt the others about having a lover, but also to know you like kissing him.

Calls you his wife so the others know you’re his. It’s met with laughter and taunts from AM since he thinks marriage is an entire joke in the first place and will mock you with it. “You must be such a pretty wife to Ted if he goes out of his way to say such nice things about you,” AM would muse. Of course, Ted didn’t take it too seriously, he knew AM said that sort of stuff whenever he felt fit.

“You’ll stay my wife forever, right?” Ted muttered; the rest of the group having gone off to sleep. You sat against one of the deckplates, holding his head against your chest. His grasp on your body got tighter, making you slightly uncomfortable but you knew it wasn’t his fault for all of his worries.

“Of course,” you nod, brushing his hair from his face to kiss his forehead. 

On the journey for the canned peaches, he’ll mutter about how sweet it will be. He’ll feed you the peaches and get to see you smile a bunch, not just because he kissed you, but from genuine happiness. He’ll start thinking of ways he could turn it slightly romantic, hoping his anxieties don’t get the best of him and he tries running off with you, coming back just to find the peaches eaten up.

At the end of the day, Ted is anxiety filled and knowing you’re there to hold his hand helps just a little bit more.

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[akai-anna]

shinichi: *takes a deep breath* shinichi: i lo- anyone who has spent five seconds around shinichi ever: yes, you love ran, we know, you love mōri ran so much, she's the light of your life, you love her so much, you just love ran, we KNOW , you love ran you fucking love ran ok we know, we get it, YOU LOVE MŌRI RAN. WE GET IT.

[mossghosst]

we need to stop characterizing misako as a terrible mom and instead hate dr julien for deadbeat and leaving echo in that damn lighthouse

[robottheodorlasso]

Since I’m already dumping a bunch of sketches, here are a few more for the generic light fantasy au that lives inside my head rent free (aka my poor excuse to give Trent a sword) (read the captions and tags for a little more context)

[gottagobackintime]

You want me to go full on crazy Tedependent theorist? Because I will, I will go full on crazy Tedependent theorist. What do I have to lose? (Except my dignity but that’s non-existent to begin with so 🤷)

Ted once said this: "I remember being a little kid, sitting in front of the television and watching Queen perform right over there during Live Aid."

He has a moustache that resembles Freddie Mercury’s. He’s even brought up the whole back story as to why he has it. (Also being told that he shouldn’t have a goatee right before he walks down the aisle and then he decided on this moustache and he never looked back…) in the same speech he says “Since I was a straight fella in Middle America working in sports.” Which leads me to episode 11.

In this episode they mention that Freddie Mercury owned Richmond briefly in 1980 and that he tried having “Fat Bottomed Girls” as the team’s song. And Rebecca tells Keeley and Higgins that her father went to art school with Freddie and that Freddie supposedly said that his greatest talent was “flipping straights”. So young Ted saw Queen perform at Live Aid and then when he was older he grew a moustache similar to Freddie Mercury’s? 🤔

Then we have the song in itself. You know who wrote “Fat Bottomed Girls”? Brian May. Who famously has fantastic, long hair.

Whose hair was brought up for the first time, explicitly, in the show this episode? Trent’s hair. And it was brought up by Ted’s mum. And Ted has previously commented on hair as something he seems to like. (He kind of alluded to Trent’s hair in the second episode of the third season but he never outright states that he likes it. And Trent asks Ted if he assumed that Trent could ride a bike because of his hair and the whole vibe). And I’ve talked about hair in THIS POST but the gist of it is that hair has been referenced before, in relation to romantic couples with Roy and Keeley, Higgins and his wife, Sam and Rebecca.

I can’t verify this quote because I don’t have the magazine. But I’m adding it here anyway:

May told Mojo magazine October 2008: "I wrote it with Fred in mind, as you do especially if you've got a great singer who likes fat bottomed girls… or boys."

“Fat Bottomed Girls” is also connected to the song “Bicycle Race”, written by Freddie Mercury, they were released as a single together. And they both reference each other. “Bicycle race” is sometimes viewed as a metaphor for being bi. (Sport as a metaphor, anyone?)

Who doesn’t know how to ride a bike? Trent. Who has a moustache similar to Freddie Mercury? Ted. Who might be bi? Ted.

Look, I told you it’s crazy but I couldn’t help myself. I’ve talked about Queen/Freddie Mercury in relation to Ted before. So I couldn’t let this opportunity pass me by.

[thranduel]

1x02 + 4x09

[stergeon]

at some point i will figure out how to write the post-canon, post-empire edelgard autonomy fic of my dreams. it just feels like a very big task and maybe like with playing the dane, i’m simply not old and traumatized enough to manage it yet.

but my vision is thus: it’s set years (realistically, decades) after the end of crimson flower, when everything has gone as right as it can possibly go. fódlan is thriving. the social reforms have taken effect. the nobility system is nearly eliminated, if not entirely so, with titles made merely symbolic. social mobility, welfare, and prosperity are high. there’s an explosion in arts and culture and technology. brigid and duscur have gained independence; relations with sreng and almyra are much improved; heck, maybe they've even figured it out with dagda. in my most idealistic version, leicester and faerghus would eventually be ceded back to become autonomous regions, essentially disbanding the adrestian empire. rule is no longer hereditary, but merit-based. there's a roadmap for the future, and everything is on track—and more than that, people at all points on the power spectrum have already seen it bear fruit. with or without edelgard, it will be pursued. there's buy-in. they believe.

of course, it's not perfect—nothing can be—but edelgard's vision has been fulfilled. the people are empowered. humanity is free. fódlan has healed.

and somehow, she's had enough time to resolve her goals outside of politics, too. those who slither in the dark have been eradicated. edelgard and lysithea's second crests have been successfully removed, allowing them to live if not full lives, then substantially longer ones than they would have with their twin crests intact. who knows—maybe she finally gets around to having that wedding.

point for point, every item listed in edelgard's manifesto has been checked off. the ghosts of her past have been laid to rest. she can finally take off her crown. she can finally pursue the quiet, humble life she's wanted for so long. she can finally breathe.

... but can she?

edelgard is nothing if not driven. her intelligence, vision, and sheer willpower allowed her to plan and execute a revolution against two countries and the most powerful institution on the continent, all while she was still a teenager. as royalty, her life was never truly hers even before she became heir to the adrestian throne, with all the additional baggage of survivor's guilt and the desire for vengeance and her need to ensure nothing that happened to her can ever happen to anyone else, ever again.

so what happens when that drive has no outlet? what happens when someone who has been constantly in motion, constantly working and planning and preparing every spare second of every day since she was fourteen years old, suddenly has to stand still? what happens when someone whose hands have been bound for so long—first literally in the dungeons of enbarr, then by the weight and responsibilities of her crown—is set free?

being edelgard, she would step away from the throne, no matter how hard it was for her to give up control. she's always been focused on the endgame, and she knows that if she doesn't let go, she'll be setting the wrong tone for fódlan's future. she's too devoted to that endgame to cling to power much longer than she needs to, though i could see her making some excuses and trying to iron out just a few more things to buy herself some more time to mentally prepare before she's done for good.

but who would she be then? who is the woman without the crown? what becomes of a machine once it is no longer needed, when it has made itself obsolete? what about when that machine is a person with legs and arms and an innate unwillingness to gather dust on a shelf?

what happens when you get everything you want? what happens when all your wanting has been for others to thrive, and now you have to want only for yourself? how do you discover who you are when you've spent decades being everything for everyone else? how do you find meaning again? how do you find purpose?

after a lifetime of devotion and passion and movement, how do you learn to sit with yourself, and be quiet, and be still?

gosh, i would love to meet her. i would love to pick her brain. but boy, i do not envy the work that girl has to do.

[jrueships]

can you please walk us through the relationship between wemby and jabari the people need to know

i think the most notable thing about vic and Jabari's relationship is that they don't have one, when it would be so beneficial if they did. they're like two soldiers fighting for the opposite sides of a war, too loyal to the cause to stop and think about what could have been if they just lowered their respective weapons aimed by cold hands larger than their own. foils by fate, friends by freedom.

' remember, you will Always be Different. '

' remember, you will Always be Replaceable. '

'Replaceable'

Jabari's dad made it in the NBA, then didn't. He was a big that could shoot, but wasn't a post-up man. Back then, post-up was the desired style. Ironically, now, it's all about shooting. But his dad didn't live in the now, and his career in the US was short-lived, to keep it cordial. Jabari's older brother played basketball throughout his whole life, but stopped after college. Jabari's cousin, Kwame Brown, was drafted 1st overall in the lottery, and became a notorious bust for the Washington wizards.

Basketball is a business. Basketball is fleeting.

It doesn't matter that a big with sharpshooter skills is valued as something so 'prized' in today's nba, not back then, not when it would have mattered for Jabari's dad. Making it is one ballpark in its own, but Staying in it? Can perhaps be an even more painful ordeal when the hoops to accomplish it aren't circus hoops, but a plain hill some just don't have the strength, mentality, or the materials to help climb without distraction or pitfall.

Jabari's dad made sure Jabari had this threat forever ingrained in his mind. When he yells at Jabari for misplaced eye contact, for typing the wrong words in a public social media reply, for reacting in a way a camera might misinterpret, it's out of love. Jabari's dad was known for being a hassle to coach back then, maybe because he knew his potential and no one else did because it was too new to the mold. So he makes sure Jabari doesn't follow his same habits. Jabari is polite to authority, simply replies with a 'Yes Sir' or a 'No Ma'am', he holds eye contact, he wakes up hours before he needs to just to jump rope, just to uphold the standards that his family could not. He is Everything his father is and isn't, plus more. When his team wins, he's still talking about his missed freethrows even 8 hours later. Because someone else could have won the game And hit those free throws too . someone from a family that gained success and stayed in that success. Someone who wasn't Just Another Son of a basketball player trying to do what his father couldn't, someone who was Different .

Everyone knew wemby was different. When his literature class was asked to write an essay about your future dreams in life, he wrote a fictional romance about a couple where the woman got in a car accident and was comatosed as a result, but got better in the end. He didn't write about being a great basketball player one day, because his parents don't pressure him to hunker himself into the norm, even though his mother once was and now coaches. If Wemby one day realized this wasn't for him, they would encourage him to leave and follow whatever greater passions propelling him. He's so agile for his size because his dad was an Olympic talent in track and field. He is someone who has hobbies and talents that are considered common alone, but strange combined, because he loves what he has and what he does. He reads every night for one hour before bed not to appear as some pseudointellectual, but because he Genuinely loves it, and when he loves something, he excels at it. He does try to be different, but not out of ego. He just loves to be. He either accomplishes at 200% or zero. It may be 200% in an unexpected direction, but it's His direction and that's what matters. If he somehow does wind up a bust, a possibility he considers without fear but acceptance as potential fate, then he won't go down as yet another failed first pick. He'll fall as he flew, Victor Wembanyama.

' Different '

' Replaceable'

Jabari winces each time he's subbed out, even for a second, even on an injured ankle, he's silently Stubborn, his posture shrunken and his gaze at the ground yet his eyes, big, wobbling, staring up always at the speaker, he's silently scared.

Jabari doesn't Want to be different. He just wants to be what his family couldn't be when it came to fame: irreplaceable . His parents split when he was younger, he tries his hardest to appease them both as to not cause any more issues. The relationship relies on his shoulders more than ever, and he can't fumble it again. He has to be what his dad couldn't so his dad can stay, commenting on commonality or surprises. He wants to support his still working mother, especially after the split. He doesn't Want to be unique, he just wants Security.

Because this can crumble any moment now, it doesn't matter how high your pick was or how bright the future Could Have been or how the game would later shift to your style if you had just somehow Stayed. Why bet on low chances if you know you can't handle the risk. He shakes any college coaches' hands that showed up to his practices, personally thanks them for coming even though he's one of the best in the country so their presence should be a given to him, it's not. When he picks a college, he picks one that guaranteed their faith in him from day One, and didn't require any further prodding to finally say '.. Maybe we'll offer you a position' like Kentucky did, as big and famous as it is, it wasn't Secured . They saw him as a risk at one point, and that's everything he's been trying to avoid when it came to attention, negatively standing out.

Jabari wants to be known as the strong shoulder to the world. He WANTS to be known as That One Guy who can just carry everything, nameless but Good. He just wants to be Good. Please tell him he's good. Please tell him what he's doing is Good. That basing his entire personality around yet another soldier who ultimately fell in battle but fought nonetheless being nameless is Good. Please feel free to give him all your burdens to bear like he's just some mule, an animal, a Tool .. because that means he's Useful, at least. That means he's Good. And if he isn't good, then he's nothing. Because you can always just buy another one anyways. A better one.

'Different'

Although his parents try not to treat Wemby by simplifying his differences into a strictly labeled, simple FUTURE BASKETBALL PRODIGY box at birth, that doesn't mean that can always stop others from doing it. Wemby signed his first autograph at ten years old.

It didn't matter if he was a kid who was so much more than just his basketball future, basketball fans wanted one thing from him and one thing only: Success. People didn't care about his literary skills or his drawing hobbies. The eyes on his alien needed to be smaller 'so your shoe can sell better, trust us, it's still Your drawing.. your weird little .. not money-making hobby, do believe me, Vic, We know what We're doing. You just stick to whatever you do.'

His differences, in the end, are minimalized just to that. He's just Different. That's what everyone says who wouldn't really care to say anything at all if he never hooped as well as they wanted in the first place. The youtube videos of 40 year old men criticizing his 15 year old games didn't Really care if he was just a kid, they just cared in the 'imagine when he reaches peak physicality? imagine the points (money) he'd make for the nba.' His beautiful differences, artistic, soft, unique but oh-so wonderfully common and passionate.. are all dissolved into 'Different', the Base definition.

he's an alien. Someone you can just dump all your poverty franchise worries onto because don't worry, he's Different. Trust me, he'll save your team. 'He's Different. ..am i talking about how he'd effortlessly answer questions in class while also trying to hide the fact that he's playing on his phone by tucking his bony legs awkwardly in his chair and crouching his spine over that it looked almost scary? HELL NO? what does THAT have to do with BASKETBALL?? no, he's just freakishly long, but like. Gifted. Though. ... I don't know, man, he's just DIFFERENT, okay? you can trust me, i'm a sports podcaster, okay? everything i say is gold.'

A celebrity approaches him because he was different than most famous basketball athletes. He was Different. And yet, when he didn't recognize or notice her presence due to Different cultures ( due to Being Genuinely, Detailedly Different ), he was scorned and ushered out of public eye so another possible pr bomb couldn't injure his reputation as a Difference That They Really Would Rather Not Want.

that's what his reading falls into, his old friends, his family, his art, his personality. If it's beyond ball, if it's beyond Business. The world only cares if it's marketable. Sure, some reporters will ask a question outside of sport, but only because it'll be a Different.. funny little nugget of knowledge for fans to laugh at then soon disregard for what Really made him famous. But, Wemby is what he always wanted to be. He's Different. So What if it's not exactly the kind of Different he actually wants, he actually functions on? No one has the time to perform 200% anymore. Slap the label you wanted and call it quits, stop being so High-Maintenanced. That's not marketable.

You're just different. And to some people, that's all you'll ever be. No need to explore it any further. Who knows, your Consumers might find something they won't like. And we can't risk that happening to our greatest circus freak.

i mean. Generational basketball talent .

If there's a press conference going on that somehow includes the two, then Wemby just wants to be sure everyone can hear what he really wants to say, in his own words, not echoing anyone else's, and Jabari just wants to Be in the Room.

His brother stopped playing basketball because his family said he didn't try hard enough. Jabari Can't have that. His whole life revolves Around basketball, around sport. He doesn't WANT to be DIFFERENT if that isn't the soundest option, he just wants to be GREAT. Because GREAT is SUCCESS. Jabari Smith is not success. It's just a retry at it . His father shares the same name.

Wemby's life did not always revolve around basketball, to people, at one point. At one point, Wemby's life was just his life. Now, it seems like only his family think that, and they're from a whole other country. When he comments on videos critiquing his playstyle, he doesn't do so out of anger or questioning, he does so because he genuinely Wants to improve. He Does want to be great. But, he wants to be great in Everything that he finds interesting. He always did. When he likes an author, he reads All their books, not just their most notorious novel. He wants to be transported into other people's worlds so he can learn, so he can change, so he can be Different. Even if he somehow were to lose all of this fame, this Greatness, this job, this opportunity, he will never really lose. Because he's someone who's always taken opportunities to the fullest, so even if they pan out a little differently, that's Fine, really, because he's different. Not in the minimizing, dictionary definition then leave the meaning at that different, but in the butterfly effect. What he once was ten days ago is not exactly the same of what he is now, and it hurts, sometimes, when people fail to see that, or simply don't want to because textbook different is easier to digest than worldly different.

IN SHORT.. theyre foils. i can't Exactly walk u thru their relationship bcs .. there Isn't one.. & that's what's so Interesting about them. That's what makes their relationship, to me. Because if they WERE to be friends, if they somehow in some alternate world WERE to get paired up on the same team... they would be friends. I really think they would be. Not only because their signs are so compatible, or their differences are so stark, but because their similarities would triumph everything beautifully. Maybe. We don't know because they Weren't paired together, we can only speculate. But i think it would be big and beautiful, whatever they would have, it would be Something.

unfortunately, we don't live in an alternate world where they're teammates though ! Double unfortunately, Jabari and Wemby's biggest similarity is their loyalty to the game (a double-edged sword in both their lives from Jabari's silent unhealthy desire to be limited and Wemby's silent desperation not to be) Wemby, in Jabari's eyes, is Indeed a powerful...

Problem.

He's not really a person to him . In all fairness, no one really is when they're involved in the basketball world, not to Jabari, not from the way he's been taught. Everyone's supposed to be Replaceable, a faceless tool in the pocket of good business.

.. except for This freakazoid. Apparently.

APPARENTLY, he's some supposed 'saint'. someone to be feared for being more. APPARENTLY, the reporters just LOVE yapping about him SO much, that Jabari HAS to take the time out of his training just to talk about some guy who doesn't even GO here, yet when they ask him about his opinion on future prospects. WELL, that's ALL wemby IS to Jabari, just another future prospect. Just another problem.

A problem he'll be sure to check off his list.

... okay, so Maybe he's a bit more than a problem.. maybe.. he's just a really persistent problem? yeah, that's it, nothing more. Jabari will work through this. He Always does. That's what he does well, Work.

Wemby wonders if that's all he ever does .

But he doesn't have long before Jabari's marching down the tunnel to beat himself up over all his mistakes other people would never make, and Wemby's being escorted to an interview that other people would never make solely to show how Much he just Stands Out as a soul... in basketball .

I hope they find each other in basketball, and out of it as well. I just feel like

Something would Happen

[pixelsjoy]

Me playing Tears of the Kingdom: As much as I miss the champions, it makes sense they're not mentioned much. It's been a hundred years since they died. Even if they survived the Calamity, most of them would probably be dead at this point. The only exception being Mipha, who would have been the only one that would still be alive if she survived the calamity due to her age. The reason they're still remembered so much in Breath of the Wild is because the Divine Beasts, one of the last remaining connections to them, are still active and looming in Hyrule. Impa also said that their spirits feel uneasy knowing their task of defeating the Calamity wasn't done. They were at peace when the Calamity was defeated and passed on. They're not brought up from that point on because them and their era are over and can be laid to rest.

Also me playing Tears of the Kingdom: - holding back tears - Damn I miss the champions

[eureka-its-zico]

Sometimes I think of Doc and Chopper meeting and both of those babies having just a 50 Berry bounty, and it makes me ✨soft✨

[i-know-you-wanna-kiss-me]

I am absolutely obsessed with the fact that it is canon that Jamie calls some of the Richmond members ‘love’

[mitchmarner]

Me in theory: A weekly release of episodes is way better. The binge watching model is ruining the way we experience television.

Me when I actually have to wait another week for the next episode: What the fuck. What the fuck is this injustice. Where the fuck is the next episode of my program.

[after-nine-at-the-oasis]

"Smokin'" is the sequel to "He's a ten"