#flash family grabby hands

[chaos-in-deepspace]

LNDS: Bongo Butts | 18+

I should be going to bed but I forgot to do laundry so here I am, writing more content that nobody asked for. Just like motorboating them...when I see them butts. Just. WHAM BAM. Thanks for coming to my TED talk. Also hope you know I had to research different types of dump trucks for this fic.

Disclaimer: This is an original fan work for “Love and Deepspace”. Do not repost on other platforms or plagiarize. All characters shown in this fic is 18+. Warnings: Ass Slapping, Crack Fic, Playing their asses like they're bongos, Zayne's lost sanity, Rafayel is scandalized as per usual, you mentally scar Raf, Xavier is confused as per usual, but is he confused?, he does get you back tho

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Xavier

Xavier really did need to be more careful around you. He was the one who wanted you to date him first, in your defense. He chose you. And you wouldn't let a single day go by that you didn't prove why that was a horrible decision on his end. At the very least, he could claim that he was never bored with you around.

Today was supposed to be a lazy day. You two had off from all missions and were relaxing around the apartment since it was too damn hot to actually go outside. It also happened to be laundry day for Xavier, so he was dressed in his workout attire while his uniforms were being deep cleaned from all the dirt that accumulated on them during his missions.

Those shorts. They were so damn short. You'd even call it slutty because hot damn. His ass was just right there. It was staring at you. Hypnotizing you like it was a snake charmer. Your hands were already twitching in a grabby motion as you stared directly at those perfectly rounded globes on his backside. His beautiful bubble butt.

Xavier could feel your stare burning into him as he looked over his shoulder. He was just sun bathing by the window, laying on his stomach. So vulnerable to your upcoming attack.

"Something you need?" Damn, he already sounded suspicious. It might've been by how you were practically drooling with your hands up, ready to grab at him. It was a slight give away. He should've been more prepared though, because you lunged at him in that moment.

He only had time to turn slightly when you pushed him back on his stomach, sitting on his back to pin him down. Your hands took a fistful of his ass before you began hitting them with little force. Just watching them jiggle with every little slap of your hands.

You were cackling like a maniac as you continued your assault until he managed to maneuver you off of him. You were laughing, your cheeks flushed as you almost teared up. His entire face was red as he stared at you in horror. Then you saw a flash in his eyes and you knew you were done for.

He grabbed you, pulling you onto his lap. Then you felt a harsh slap at your ass, making you squeal. It was so much rougher than you had hit him. He stared at your back side and did it again.

"I can see why you found this so entertaining. I think I'll play with this for now."

"Unhand me you creatine!"

"I think not, if I let you go, who knows what else you'll do to me."

Zayne

Anyone who has ever had the pleasure of laying eyes on Akso's best Cardiac Surgeon knew that one thing was a pure fact. He had an ass. His doctor's coat did a good job concealing it, but he couldn't wear it all the time. You had even noticed a few nurses who would glance down at him when he passed them in the hallway.

It was something you knew very well about Zayne, and something the man seemed oblivious to. The man didn't just have a dump truck as a rear end, it was a dump trailer. That shit could keep a family fed for an entire year. It was so perfect in every way. You could grab onto one cheek with both hands and you still wouldn't be able to capture the entire thing.

Yet for some reason, Zayne had no idea just how badly you needed his ass. You would often times find yourself staring at it when you hung out, had an appointment, or were just lounging at the apartments. It plagued your thoughts. You were losing sleep over this. It wasn't good for your health.

"Zayne..." You said as you relaxed on the couch next to him. You two were catching up on a TV show that you started well over a month ago but hadn't had time to really enjoy it.

"Yes, did you need something?" Oh how sweet he was, always looking out for you.

"Yes actually...can you lay down on your stomach for me? I wanna do something." You said, knowing that this man would do just about anything you asked. He eyed you for a moment, contemplating if he wanted to play this game with you.

"Might I inquire as to why?"

"That's for me to know, and you to find out."

Zayne took one more moment before giving in. He adjusted his position, laying down on his stomach just as you had asked. You decided to be subtle, leaning over his form and placing your hands on his shoulders at first. You gently caressed the skin there, massaging the muscles through his shirt as you slowly made your way down to the small of his back.

There it was. The prize. The holy grail of all asses. It was ripe for the taking as you looked over to see Zayne's closed eyes as he relaxed under your touch. You didn't hesitate. Your hands slapping down on his ass and grabbing it roughly.

His eyes shot open as he looked over at you. You licked your lips as you began gently slapping the flesh, watching the bounce as though it were made of jelly. It was a sight to behold and you couldn't help yourself. You had seconds before Zayne reacted and pulled your grubby little hands off him.

So you leaned your head in and bit down. His pants managed to cushion him from the force of your bite, but he sure as hell felt it. He sat up and grabbed you under the arms like a cat, stopping you in your tracks as you stared at him.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Playing with your nice ass."

"My butt is not a play thing."

You paused for a moment, eyes trailing down to the front of his pants, "If you aren't gonna let me slap your ass, can I play with your dick like it's a Bop-It?"

You watched Zayne go through five stages of grief. He sighed as he grabbed a blanket next to him, wrapping your entire body like a burrito so your limbs were no longer effective. He then sat back down on the couch with his legs open and placed you between, holding you tightly to his chest.

"I'm begging you, please be quiet for once and let's finish this show."

Rafayel

He should've known you were up to something if your gaze was anything to go off of. You had zeroed in on him the moment you had come over. Even during your little date as you two explored Linkon together, he knew something was up. Your not so subtle glances in his direction couldn't be considered innocent.

If only he knew why you were staring so hardcore. He had gotten a new pair of pants, or at least you assumed they were new. You were pretty sure you'd remember them with how good he looked at the moment. It was tight on him, accentuating his ass perfectly. You were pretty sure if you riled him it would also perfectly outline another aspect of him.

Still, you had a mission. Rafayel didn't know it yet, but the moment you had caught a glimpse of him this morning, you knew what had to be done. His muffins needed to be squished. His plump little cushions had to be properly admired and worshipped. You would be the one to happily give them the attention they deserved. An ass sculpted by the gods themselves were staring at you literally all day.

You closed the door to his home slowly, turning over to him. He was already heading to the living room. You slowly stalked behind him, and he could feel you were up to no good.

"Something caught your interest? I know I look good, but not even you normally stare at me this much."

"I just think you look particularly handsome today is all." As does his ass. You couldn't say that yet though, he would realize what your plans were if you verbalized it too early. Like a cat stalking a mouse, you followed him until he was in the living room. The moment he was by the couch you took action.

You rushed behind him and pressed down on the small of his back, making him stumble forward. He grabbed the edge of the couch, his body hunched over. Rafayel turned just in time to watch you drop down to your knees. Then he felt your hands harshly gripping his ass. Then the quick slaps in succession followed as you began laughing maniacally.

"Finally!" You said as you grabbed at them again. Rafayel finally reacted, rolling onto the couch to get away from your hands. You were practically panting as your hands twitched, "Come on Raf, lemme just squeeze em again."

"You are a psychopath." He said, hiding his ass from your view.

"I'm your psychopath though." Despite how horrified Rafayel looked, he was also amused by your antics. He grabbed at your arm, making you fall forward and your chest pressing against his own. His hands went to grab at your ass this time, squeezing them and laughing.

"You know, I think I'm seeing the appeal of this." He commented, his hands lazily hitting your ass cheeks like you had to him, although he was far more calm about it.

"See, it's amazing...now can I go back to playing with your butt? I wasn't done yet."

"I think not...although this has given me an idea. Do you mind if I paint your backside?"

"You wanna paint on my ass?"

"Perhaps."

"...I'll agree if you let me eat your-" Rafayel had never cut you off so quickly.

"Never mind."

The most accurate representation of what we're doing to these poor men. I will not be silenced. Their asses need to be slapped. And ate

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Private Landing (Lewis Hamilton Fanfic)(7/15)

SUMMARY: In the high-speed world of Formula One, Lewis Hamilton subtly introduces a mysterious partner via Instagram after a slight mishap during an interview. Sparking media intrigue, everyone wants to know: who is the enigmatic figure that calls herself Mrs. Hamilton?

INSPO: this post

PAIRINGS: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Aurora "Rorie" Phillips-Hamilton (faceclaim is Justine Skye)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, sexual content, formula one b.s., pre-established relationship (with flashbacks). RATED M (18+)

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CHAPTER 7: Who Want Smoke?

As the Qatar Grand Prix weekend kicked into high gear, Rorie and Lyric strolled the paddock, with fans waving excitedly. Lewis's popularity was stratospheric, but his family's place in the hearts of his supporters was undeniable.

They pushed through the throngs of fans and paparazzi, and Rorie was touched by the outpouring of support directed to them.

"You're an inspiration, Mrs. Hamilton!" "We love your little one!" "Hang in there, you've got this!"

One woman tentatively approached, a gentle smile on her face. "I just wanted to say, as someone who also struggled with infertility, your story gives me so much hope."

Rorie felt her throat tighten with grateful tears as she pulled the stranger into a fierce hug. "Thank you, that means so much to me."

The pit lane was abuzz with pre-race excitement as the teams made their final preparations. Rorie settled into the garage, handing a squirming Lyric over to Rosa's waiting arms. Their son, who proudly wore his custom Mercedes team romper, smiled happily at the woman.

"You're on auntie duty today," Rorie winked at Lewis's communications personnel.

Rosa grinned, cuddling the giggly toddler close on her lap. "My favorite job! We're going to have so much fun, aren't we, my little prince?"

Lyric gurgled happily, grabbing at Rosa's headset with grabby hands. With a chuckle, she gently redirected him to a Mercedes toy car instead.

"He's already a natural in front of the cameras," Rorie chuckled to herself, watching Lyric babble animatedly at the Netflix camera crew capturing footage of him playing with Rosa.

Her smile faded slightly as she scrolled through the latest flurry of emails from her legal team. Despite their relentless efforts, Julian's messages held little in the way of substantive updates on tracking down the anonymous sender of those malicious texts.

"Still digging," his latest read. "But this assailant knows how to cover their tracks."

Rorie worried her lower lip, her mind flashing back to the threats of those messages. But then Lyric's tinkling laughter drifted over, dragging her back to the present. She watched her son squirm excitedly in Rosa's lap, all smiles and unbridled joy.

As the race began, the tension in the garage was palpable. Rorie's heart pounded as she watched Lewis take his place on the starting grid, however, just seconds into the formation lap, her breath caught in her throat as she witnessed Lewis get knocked into the gravel by his teammate George, the front wing of his car destroyed.

"What the fuck is he doing?" she gasped, watching in horror as Lewis unbuckled himself and began walking along the far side of the active track back towards the pit lane.

A collective cry rose from the crew as Lewis narrowly avoided being struck by another passing car. Rorie's heart dropped to her stomach, panic gripping her.

Finally, he returned to the pit lane, jaw clenched and fists flexing agitatedly.

"What the fuck, man!!" he screamed, his fingers hurrying to take off his helmet. Rorie rushed to him, pulling his tense frame into a fierce embrace just as Lyric let out a wail of distress from Rosa's lap.

Lewis's fiery eyes softened instantly at the sound of his son's cries. He reached for the distraught toddler, cradling him close and pressing kisses to his head.

"Shhh, hey, it's okay…" he murmured soothingly. "Daddy's right here. I've got you."

Rorie wrapped her arms tightly around them both, grounding her two men with her steady, reassuring presence. Lewis melted into her embrace, the adrenaline and anger slowly seeping out of his body.

"It's okay, I'm right here," she whispered roughly into his neck, and Lewis breathed in her scent to calm his racing heart.

Rorie wrapped her arms tightly around them both, grounding her two men with her steady, reassuring presence. Lewis melted into her embrace, the adrenaline and anger slowly seeping out of his body.

"Lewis…" Bono's voice cut in tentatively. "The FIA stewards are issuing a non-driving reprimand and a 50,000 pound fine for the track incursion."

Lewis tensed, his jaw clenching as the anger flared again. "I don't give a fuck," he bit out harshly.

"Lewis!" Rorie admonished, slapping his arm chidingly before turning an apologetic look to Bono. "He doesn't mean that. We'll discuss it and work through it properly."

Once Bono had retreated, she fixed her husband with a stern look. "You don't mean that 'I don't give a fuck' nonsense."

To her surprise, Lewis simply chuckled, guiding them to a quiet corner of the garage. He set Lyric down to play with his toy car on the floor. "I mean, Toto looks pissed," he sang in a joking lilt, nodding towards his team principal's stormy expression.

Rorie rolled her eyes, though her lips twitched with amusement. "Of course you'll joke at a time like this."

"It's a better alternative than letting the anger consume me," Lewis said simply. "Now distract me with something, beautiful."

His wife's brow furrowed in thought before her eyes lit up. "Well, Julian did text some updates earlier…"

Lewis kissed his teeth dismissively. "Something better than that mess, love."

A sly grin played across Rorie's lips. "How about…I'm a week late?"

Lewis's eyes widened comically before crinkling with unfiltered joy. "You mean…?"

"We might be having another baby," she confirmed, beaming.

Sweeping her into his arms, Lewis kissed her deeply, reverently. "That's amazing. You know we've been trying…"

Rorie nodded, still glowing. "And, Lil Yachty reached out. He wants me to join him onstage in Austin to perform our song 'The Zone' together."

Lewis's eyes widened with delight before crinkling into a broad grin. "Now that's what I'm talking about! My superstar wife, sharing the spotlight." Pulling her into an embrace, he nuzzled her neck affectionately. "You're definitely doing it. I can't wait to watch you shine, love."

"You really think so?" Rorie bit her lip, a touch of apprehension creeping into her expression. "In front of all those people..."

On a whim, she recorded her parts of the song late last year and was lucky that no one had figured out that it was her singing.

"Of course!" Lewis cupped her face adoringly. "This is your moment. You're going to be incredible, I just know it." He pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling. "And after? Well, I've got a few ideas on how we can celebrate..."

Rorie's cheeks flushed hotly, but her eyes danced with anticipation. Giggling, she swatted him playfully. "Down boy. One thing at a time."

Laughing, Rorie pulled him close, reveling in the way their latest challenges had already transformed into cherished memories in the face of potential new beginnings.

The warm Malibu evening was made for intimate gatherings among friends. Rorie surveyed their patio, smiling as she watched KiKi dance provocatively against Miles, grinding to the pulsing beat of the music.

In the kitchen, Lewis observed the scene with a slight frown. "Does she have to be so…extra?"

Rorie rolled her eyes good-naturedly at her husband's protectiveness over his best friend. "Leave them be, babe. KiKi's just having fun." Abandoning the Mediterranean salad she was prepping, she wound her arms around Lewis's waist from behind. "Speaking of fun…have you checked on your wife lately?"

He turned in her embrace, eyes twinkling as his hands skimmed over her curves. "And how is my gorgeous girl feeling?"

"Mmm, can't complain," Rorie hummed. "But I still haven't taken that test yet."

"Rorie," Lewis groaned exaggeratedly. "The suspense is killing me! You gotta take that test." He stole a slice of cucumber from the salad bowl, grinning unrepentantly when she swatted his hand.

Their gazes drifted to the patio, where Andrew now held a giggling Lyric, the toddler's babbling laughter drifting through the open doors.

"Yeah, yeah...." Rorie murmured wistfully. "I hope he's going to be a good big brother."

Lewis brushed a kiss to her temple. "He might be a bit jealous at first, but he'll grow into it, you'll see."

"I had a good rehearsal with Lil Yachty yesterday for Austin," Rorie said, changing the subject. "Though I'll probably just keep it simple with the choreography."

"That's my wise wife," Lewis chuckled. "Oh, speaking of…I've got that tequila tasting in Mexico the day after tomorrow for Almave."

Rorie clicked her tongue in playful disapproval. "So you'll miss date night with the Biebers?"

"I'll make it up to you." Lewis backed her against the counter, his voice dropping an octave. "I promise…"

The searing trail of his kisses along her neck was interrupted by Spinz's pointed clearing of his throat from the doorway.

"The food's ready, you two. Save it for later, yeah?"

Grinning unabashedly, they reluctantly disentangled and headed outside, Rorie carrying the salad while Lewis grabbed plates and utensils.

As the group settled around the patio table, Lewis raised his glass. "To new adventures - hopefully with a little one on the way…"

He was met with hoots and hollers from their crew. Rorie beamed, shaking her head in mock annoyance at his antics.

"And to smoking out whoever's been playing games," she added, eyes narrowing slightly. "Because I'll personally beat their ass when we find them."

The group erupted into raucous laughter and dug into the spread of grilled meats and vegetables. Whatever storms awaited, they would weather them together - an unbreakable crew fortified by years of love, laughter, and unwavering loyalty.

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The morning light filtered through the gauzy curtains, rousing Rorie from her peaceful slumber. Before she could fully awaken, strong arms encircled her waist, pulling her back against Lewis's solid chest.

"Mmm, where do you think you're going?" he rumbled, voice still husky with sleep as his lips found the sensitive spot behind her ear.

Rorie couldn't stifle a breathy giggle. "Insatiable, aren't we?"

She turned in his embrace, pressing a tender kiss to his lips, but Lewis deepened the kiss hungrily, his eyebrows waggling with suggestive promise.

"Always for you."

A tiny cry from the nursery broke the heated moment. Rorie regretfully unlatched herself from her husband's roaming hands.

"Duty calls," she murmured apologetically, sliding out of bed.

"Tease…" Lewis whined playfully, whipping the covers off to reveal his morning wood with a roguish grin. "Come back to Daddy once you're finished."

Rorie chuckled, shaking her head in fond exasperation. "You're awful."

"Sometimes," was his nonchalant response. "Gotta make sure I put that baby in you."

"Boy, bye," she said as she rolled her eyes. Shrugging into a silk robe, she padded down the hall to Lyric's nursery. The toddler babbled excitedly as she lifted him from the crib, nuzzling his chubby cheeks.

"Good morning, little man."

"Hi Mama!" Lyric chirped, all bright-eyed innocence.

Downstairs, the faint sound of murmurs caught Rorie's ear as she settled Lyric into his high chair with a bottle. Peering out onto the patio, she spotted KiKi in an intense conversation on her phone.

"No…I'm not doing that anymore," KiKi hissed, her back stiff with tension. "I've had enough. Goodbye!"

Rorie's eyebrows shot up incredulously as KiKi spun around, nearly dropping her phone at the sight of her friend. A sickly sweet smile pasted itself across her face.

"Hey girl! Just dealing with some work drama…" KiKi blustered, waving a dismissive hand as she breezed back inside.

Rorie's brow furrowed skeptically. "Everything okay?"

"Oh yeah, totally!" KiKi replied a little too brightly. "Just a difficult customer, you know how it goes."

An uneasy prickle danced along Rorie's spine as recent events swirled in her mind. Shaking it off, she continued assembling a breakfast feast - mounds of fresh fruit, whole grain waffles, and tofu scramble for herself alongside Lyric's preferred avocado toast strips.

KiKi cleared her throat, clearly aiming to change the subject. "So…any thoughts on that test yet?"

Rorie paused, gripping the counter's edge tensely. "I don't know, Ki. Part of me wants to stay in blissful ignorance for now."

Her friend's eyes danced with both mirth and understanding. "Girl, you know that's not how it works. You gotta rip off that band-aid!"

Heaving a reluctant sigh, Rorie nodded. KiKi was right, as usual. She couldn't keep avoiding it. Just then, her phone began trilling shrilly from the other room. Rorie frowned, crossing the living area to retrieve it. The display showed Yael's name and headshot.

Answering with trepidation, she listened in growing disbelief as her image manager's anxious voice tumbled through the line.

"Rorie, you need to call your lawyer. The Sun is threatening to run another disgusting article - this time about your biological father's identity."

A bitter chuckle escaped Rorie's lips. So the rag was digging into her past yet again. She'd known the truth about her deadbeat sperm donor's identity since age twelve, his name the only paltry scrap of information her mother had given her.

"I'll look over the documents you forwarded," she assured Yael neutrally. "But I'm not concerned about that low-life's identity being made public. I've never known the man."

"I still think you should—"

A raucous clatter sounded from the kitchen, followed by Lyric's shrill giggles. Rorie's chest flooded with warmth, their call abruptly forgotten.

"Sorry, Yael but Mommy's messy boy needs me," she chuckled ruefully, hurrying back to the chaos and hanging up.

"He's such a messy eater," KiKi said with a half-smile, wiping at Lyric's face with a wet cloth. KiKi had Lyric halfway out of his high chair, his chubby limbs and cherubic face smeared with mashed avocado and fruit puree. Mother and friend shared an exasperated look as the toddler gurgled happily.

Rorie chuckled and scooped Lyric, peppering his sticky cheeks with kisses. "Oh yes, you are! Mommy's messy boy!" she cooed, causing Lyric to giggle and squirm. But then, reality intruded as Rorie glanced down at her son's soiled clothes. "Can you get him a change of clothes? I have to wipe him down," she asked KiKi.

"Of course, darling," KiKi replied, heading to the nursery. The air in Lyric’s nursery was thick with tension as KiKi entered, trying to maintain her composure despite the discomfort. Lewis was already there, his arms crossed and his expression guarded, as he paused unpacking his son's suitcase.

"Lewis," KiKi said, her voice clipped and formal.

"KiKi," Lewis replied, his tone just as cool.

They stood there for a moment, each sizing the other up, until KiKi finally broke the silence.

"Lyric had an accident so I need to get some clothes."

Lewis let out a long exhale as he walked to the chest of drawers and grabbed a onesie and a pair of shorts. He gave them to KiKi but kept his grasp on the clothes. "You've been acting weird since you got here. What's up?"

"I’m acting weird?" KiKi said, eyebrows furrowing. "Are you high or something?"

Lewis's expression hardened slightly as he released his grip on the clothes. "Just calling it as I’m seeing it."

KiKi felt a wave of anger wash over her at Lewis's accusation. She took a deep breath, trying to keep her cool.

"What exactly do you mean by that?" she asked, her voice laced with frustration.

"I mean, ever since you got here, you've been acting like you're on edge," Lewis replied, his own tone sharp. "So I just want to know what’s going on."

KiKi's jaw tightened as she processed his words. "I don’t know if crashing too many times got your head permanently fucked up, but Aurora’s my best friend, okay? I know that we don’t see eye-to-eye and y’all are knee-deep in an impending lawsuit but I’m loyal to a fault. I would NEVER do anything to mess up Rorie or Lyric."

Upon hearing his wife and son’s names, Lewis's face relaxed. "Fine," he conceded, moving out of KiKi's way. "But I’m watching you. And if I find out you’re doing anything, best believe I’ll take everything from you and have your ass deep in lawsuits you’ll never get out of."

KiKi felt a mixture of anger and hurt at Lewis's words. She knew she had made mistakes in the past, but she had never intentionally tried to hurt anyone. And for him to accuse her of such malicious intentions felt like a low blow.

"Trust me, I don't need your threats to stay in line," she retorted, her voice trembling with emotion. "I'm here to help my friend, not cause any trouble."

Lewis gave her a cold look before leaving the nursery. KiKi took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down before she did or said something that she would regret. She left the nursery and returned downstairs, uneasy about her encounter with Lewis. Returning to the kitchen, she spotted Rorie wiping off an unclothed Lyric in the sink. Rorie’s face lit up as soon as she saw KiKi.

"Thanks, sweetie," she said to her friend as KiKi handed her the new clothes.

KiKi nodded, returning Rorie's smile. "No problem, I'm just glad I could help." She glanced around the kitchen, noticing that it was a bit chaotic with dishes in the sink and food left out on the counter. "Do you want me to help clean up?"

Rorie shook her head. "No need, we have a maid who should be coming now, but thanks for offering." She turned her attention back to Lyric and gently dried him off before putting on his new onesie and shorts.

KiKi watched the exchange between mother and son, feeling a pang of envy in her heart. She had always dreamed of having a child of her own one day, but with her career constantly taking priority, she wasn't sure if that would ever happen.

As if sensing her thoughts, Rorie looked up at KiKi and gave her a sympathetic smile. "You'll find someone who loves you enough to start a family with," she said softly.

KiKi managed a small smile in return. She wasn't ready to open up about her struggles with relationships yet, especially since Rorie already had a lot going on. "Thanks, girl."

Two days later, the Crypto.com Arena buzzed with anticipation as the Lakers faced off against the Warriors in a preseason matchup. Rorie settled into her courtside seat next to Hailey Bieber, both women drawing appreciative glances from nearby fans.

"God, I needed this," Rorie sighed, sinking into the plush seat. "A night out without any mama duties."

Hailey grinned, nudging her friend playfully. "And how's that test situation going?"

Rorie groaned, rolling her eyes. "Not you too. I swear, between Lewis and KiKi, I'm about ready to scream."

"Hey, no judgment here," Hailey said, holding up her hands in mock surrender. "But you know we're all rooting for you, right?" Hailey squeezed her friend's hand supportively.

Rorie groaned. "I know I should take that test, but… I don't know. Part of me is scared to know for sure."

"Because of how hard it was before Lyric?" Hailey guessed.

Rorie nodded. "Yeah. And I've been feeling off lately, but it could be anything, you know? Stress, my crazy schedule, whatever. I guess I'm in denial."

The roar of the crowd swelled as LeBron executed a flawless alley-oop, momentarily drowning out their conversation. Rorie found herself swept up in the excitement, her worries fading to the background as she cheered along with the rest of the arena.

As the game progressed, Rorie's phone buzzed insistently in her purse. She ignored it, determined to enjoy this rare night of freedom. But a nagging voice in the back of her mind wondered if it might be Nina, calling about Lyric.

During a timeout, Hailey leaned in close, her voice low. "So, what's the latest with that lawsuit against The Sun? Justin mentioned you guys were dealing with some heavy stuff."

Rorie's brow furrowed, a familiar unease settling in her stomach. "It's a mess, girl. They're digging into my past now, threatening to publish stuff about my biological father. As if I give a damn about that deadbeat."

"That's awful," Hailey sympathized. "How are you holding up?"

Rorie shrugged, her eyes fixed on the court. "I'm managing. It's just… exhausting, you know? And with everything else going on…"

She trailed off as the timeout ended, the thunderous applause once again filling the arena. Rorie's gaze drifted to the jumbotron, where she caught sight of herself and Hailey on the celebrity cam. They both laughed, striking exaggerated poses for the camera.

As the game entered its final quarter, Rorie found her mind wandering. The constant scrutiny of her personal life, the pressure of her career, the looming possibility of another child – it all swirled together in a dizzying whirlpool of emotion.

"Earth to Rorie," Hailey's voice cut through her reverie. "You good?"

Rorie said nothing, her silence speaking volumes.

Hailey raised an eyebrow, clearly concerned. "Okay, spill. What's really going on?"

Rorie hesitated, then sighed. "It's just… everything. The lawsuit, the baby stuff, and now KiKi's been acting weird. I don't know, maybe I'm just paranoid."

"Weird how?" Hailey pressed gently.

"I overheard her on the phone the other day, sounding all secretive. And Lewis swears something's up with her." Rorie shook her head. "I want to believe she'd never do anything to hurt us, but…"

The final buzzer sounded, signaling the end of the preseason game. As they stood to leave, Rorie's phone buzzed again. This time, she fished it out, her heart skipping a beat as she saw Yael's name on the screen.

"Everything okay?" Hailey asked, concern evident in her voice.

Rorie hesitated, then shook her head. "It's fine. Just some work stuff. Nothing that can't wait until tomorrow."

As they made their way through the throng of departing fans, Rorie couldn't shake the feeling that something was brewing on the horizon. Whether it was the potential pregnancy, KiKi's strange behavior, or this latest message from Yael, she couldn't be sure. But one thing was certain – the calm before the storm was coming to an end.

"Hey," Hailey said softly, linking her arm through Rorie's. "Whatever's going on, you know you've got us, right? Me, Justin, your whole crew – we've got your back."

Rorie managed a genuine smile, feeling a rush of gratitude for her friend. "I know. Thanks, babe."

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As Rorie drove home, her mind drifted to her upcoming show with Lil Yachty. She dialed his number, a smile spreading across her face as he picked up.

"Lil' Boat!" she exclaimed cheerfully.

Yachty's laughter filled the car. "Hey there, Ror-Ror! How's my sis?"

They chatted animatedly about their upcoming performance, bouncing ideas off each other and sharing their excitement. When Rorie turned onto her street, however, her good mood evaporated. A swarm of paparazzi clogged the road, their cameras flashing incessantly.

At first, she assumed they were there for one of her celebrity neighbors. But as she inched closer to her house, her stomach dropped. The mob was camped out in front of her own property.

"Oh hell no!" she shouted, gripping the steering wheel tightly.

"What's the matter?" Yachty's concerned voice came through the speakers.

"I'll call you back," Rorie said tersely, ending the call.

Police officers were struggling to keep the paparazzi at bay. As soon as they spotted Rorie's car, the crowd surged forward, shouting questions and snapping photos.

"Rorie! How do you feel about The Sun's article on your mother's affair?" "Did you know about your father before this?" "What's your reaction to your father wanting a relationship?"

The cacophony was overwhelming. Rorie kept her eyes straight ahead as the police cleared a path for her to reach her garage. She parked quickly and practically ran into the house, her heart pounding.

She found Yael, Penni, and Lewis deep in conversation in the living room. They all looked up as she entered, their faces grim.

"What's going on?" Rorie demanded, her voice shaky.

Yael stepped forward. "Did you see my texts?"

"No," Rorie replied, looking to Lewis. "What's happening?"

Lewis sighed heavily before speaking. "The Sun published an article about your biological father."

Rorie shrugged, trying to appear nonchalant. "So what? I don't care if they know who he is. He was never part of my life anyway."

The others exchanged uneasy glances, which didn't escape Rorie's notice.

"What?" she pressed. "Why is it such a big deal?"

Lewis took a deep breath. "Your biological father… he did an interview with Piers Morgan. He's claiming your mother kept you away from him, and now he wants a relationship with you."

"That's bullshit!" Rorie exploded.

Yael jumped in. "That might be true, but the public doesn't know that. Worse, his wife was in the interview too. She said they were separated when he had the affair with your mom, and now she wants to meet you and Lyric. They're portraying themselves as victims and… well, they're putting all the blame on your mother."

Rorie felt like she'd been punched in the gut. "Has anyone talked to my mom?"

"We all have," Lewis said softly. "I just got off the phone with her before you arrived."

Rorie reached for her phone. "I need to call her."

Yael and Penni stepped forward, gently restraining her. "Wait," Penni said. "We're putting together a statement with evidence to counter their claims."

"We're also preparing another cease and desist letter for The Sun," Yael added. "And we're working on getting a gag order for your father and his family."

"My father," Rorie spat the word like it was poison, laughing bitterly. "And now he wants to play daddy? After all these years?"

Deemed the Black Bill Gates, Martin Edwards III is a real estate magnate and investor who cared only for himself. He never loved her mother - she was just a poor maid who got caught up in his web of lies. Of course, her mother should've never gotten involved with a married man, but Martin failed to claim Rorie as one of his children. He even had the gall to demand her mother get an abortion.

The room fell silent, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air. Rorie felt a mix of anger, confusion, and hurt swirling inside her. She'd spent her whole life not caring about her poor excuse of a sperm donor, and now he was threatening to upend everything.

"What do we do now?" she asked, her voice small and uncertain.

Lewis wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. "We fight back, babe. We protect our family and we tell our truth. That's all we can do."

Rorie nodded against his chest, drawing strength from his embrace. Whatever storm was coming, she knew she had her real family – the ones who'd always been there – by her side. And that, she realized, was worth more than any long-lost father's claims could ever be.

The oppressive Texas heat shimmered off the tarmac as Lewis Hamilton's sleek Mercedes-AMG pulled into the Circuit of the Americas. The sprawling track, with its iconic observation tower in the distance, buzzed with the frenetic energy of Formula 1 media day. Pit crews scurried about, the air filled with the cacophony of revving engines and the chatter of eager fans and journalists.

Lewis took a deep breath, steeling himself for the day ahead. He glanced in the rearview mirror, catching sight of Lyric's cherubic face in the car seat behind him. The toddler was blissfully unaware of the chaos around their family, his tiny fingers playing with a toy race car.

As Lewis opened the car door, the wall of heat hit him in full force. He rounded the vehicle, opening the back door to unbuckle Lyric from his car seat. "Come on, little man," he murmured, lifting his son and perching him securely on his hip. Lewis hiked the diaper bag higher on his other shoulder, adjusting his designer sunglasses as he surveyed the paddock area.

His bodyguard moved ahead, creating a path through the throng of people. "Some space, please," the guard requested firmly but politely. Fans pressed forward, waving items for autographs, while photographers' cameras clicked in rapid succession.

Lewis approached the paddock entrance, shifting Lyric slightly to free up a hand. He fished out his ID card, swiping it through the turnstile with practiced ease. The familiar beep and click signaled his official arrival for the day.

As he made his way through the paddock to the Mercedes garage, Lewis nodded to his crew members, his mind racing with thoughts of Rorie. She'd been so sick lately – more than just the usual pre-performance jitters. The constant nausea, her heightened sense of smell, the fatigue that seemed to cling to her... All signs pointed to pregnancy, but Rorie steadfastly refused to take a test. Lewis understood her hesitation, remembering the heartache they'd endured before Lyric, but he couldn't help the glimmer of hope that sparked in his chest. The upcoming Austin City Limits festival loomed large in his mind. Despite everything, Rorie was still determined to perform. He felt a surge of pride thinking about her resilience, her talent; and wanted nothing more than to see her conquer the world stage, to watch her dreams unfold even as they navigated this storm together.

His phone buzzed with a notification - the flowers he'd sent to Rorie's mother had been delivered. A small gesture, but one he hoped would bring some comfort. The media circus surrounding Rorie's biological father had been relentless. He'd done everything he could to shield his family – hiring additional security, considering legal action against some of the more aggressive paparazzi, and even arranging for Rorie's mother, stepfather, and sister to be relocated temporarily to their home in Denver.

Lewis's jaw set with determination. The Sun's underhanded tactics, and the sudden appearance of Rorie's biological father - it all fueled a fire within him. He was committed to bringing down the tabloid, to make them pay for the pain they'd caused his family. The lawsuit proceedings were set to begin next month, and Lewis was ready for battle. The support from their friends had been overwhelming. Just that morning, he'd received messages of encouragement from the Biebers, Beyoncé and Jay-Z, and Rihanna. Their united front against the media onslaught was a testament to the bonds they'd forged over the years.

Lewis spotted Nina, their nanny, making her way through the garage. He felt a mix of relief and reluctance as he prepared to hand Lyric over. Part of him wanted to keep his son close, a tangible reminder of what truly mattered amidst the craziness of race day and ongoing personal drama.

"Lewis," Rosa approached. "The press conference is in ten minutes."

Lewis nodded, giving Lyric a final squeeze before passing him to Nina. "Be good for Nina, okay?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to his son's forehead.

Lewis made his way towards the press conference area, his mind racing with thoughts of Rorie and the impending media onslaught. He knew the questions wouldn't just be about the upcoming race or his strategies for the circuit. The recent revelations about Rorie's biological father had become fodder for gossip columns and social media speculation.

As he walked, he nodded to a few fellow drivers - Valterri gave him a supportive pat on the back, while Charles offered a quiet "All's good?" Lewis appreciated their discretion and support, a stark contrast to the rabid curiosity of the waiting press.

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Once the press conference was finished, which thankfully focused more on the upcoming race than personal matters, Lewis found himself surrounded by his fellow drivers.

"Hey, Lewis," Pierre called out, a grin on his face. "Is it true Rorie's performing at Austin City Limits tonight?"

Lewis nodded, a hint of pride in his voice. "Yeah, she is. You guys planning to come?"

"Wouldn't miss it," Pierre replied enthusiastically. Several other drivers chimed in with their interest as well.

Lewis spent the next hour with Lyric, cherishing the quiet moments with his son, and when he was about to head to get lunch, Toto approached.

"Lewis, can you come to my office for a moment?" Toto's expression was unreadable.

Handing Lyric back to Nina and Rosa, Lewis followed Toto, an uneasy feeling settling in his stomach. As they entered the office, Lewis froze. Sitting there, looking far too comfortable, was Martin Edwards - Rorie's biological father.

Lewis's jaw clenched. "What the fuck is he doing here?"

Toto held up his hands. "He requested to speak with you. I thought it best to provide a neutral and private space."

Reluctantly, Lewis took a seat across from Martin, his posture rigid.

Martin leaned forward, a smile plastered on his face. "That boy of yours, Lyric - he's the spitting image of you. That's really your seed. Can't deny that baby even if you wanted to," he chuckled as if he'd said something hilarious.

Lewis remained stoic, his eyebrows furrowed and lips pursed. "What do you want, Martin? Haven't you fucked up enough?"

Martin's smile faded slightly. "I want to make things right. I've missed out on so much of Aurora's life—"

"Rorie," Lewis corrected sharply. "She goes by Rorie."

Martin nodded, continuing, "Rorie, then. I want to be a part of her life, of my grandson's life."

Lewis's voice was low and controlled. "You had years to be a part of Rorie's life. You chose not to be. And now, what? You think you can just waltz in because it's convenient for you?"

"I made mistakes," Martin admitted. "But I want to fix them. Surely you can understand that, as a father yourself?"

Lewis felt a surge of anger. "As a father, I understand being there for your child, no matter what. Something you know nothing about."

The tension in the room was palpable. Toto shifted uncomfortably, clearly regretting his decision to facilitate this meeting.

"Look," Martin said, his tone changing to one of barely concealed frustration, "I have rights. I'm her father—"

"No," Lewis cut him off, standing up. "You're the man who contributed DNA. I'm her family. We're her family. And we'll do whatever it takes to protect her and Lyric from this circus you've created."

With that, Lewis turned to leave. As he reached the door, he paused, looking back at Martin. "If you really care about Rorie, you'll respect her wishes. And right now, she doesn't want anything to do with you."

Leaving Martin and a stunned Toto behind, Lewis strode out of the office, his mind already racing with plans to further shield his family from whatever Martin Edwards seemed determined to bring.

That motherfucker had another thing coming if he thought he was getting close to my family. Nigga going to end up meeting nothing more than the barrel of my gun if he keeps fucking around.

For the rest of the day, Lewis shifted his focus away from what occurred in Toto's office, ultimately deciding against mentioning the impromptu meeting with Martin. Rorie was already stressed for a myriad of reasons, and Lewis would be damned if he brought more bad news to her. His wife needed to focus on her performance - nothing more, nothing less. He'd handle everything else.

That was what a husband and father did - properly lead his family and protect them, which wasn't something Martin knew anything about. An intrusive thought wondered how Martin could just weasel his way into speaking with Toto and demanding a meeting with him, but then Lewis remembered how having obscene amounts of money could always provide access to certain people.

His phone rang and Rorie's smiling face lit up the screen.

"Hey, babe," he answered.

"Hey," Rorie replied. There was a pause before she continued, "Is everything okay? You sound... off."

Lewis hesitated for a moment before responding, "Just race stuff, you know how it is. Nothing to worry about."

"Mm-hmm," Rorie hummed, not entirely convinced. "Can you bring home something sweet and salty when you're done?"

Lewis let out a laugh, the tension from earlier melting away.

"What's so funny?" Rorie asked, a hint of defensiveness in her voice.

"Nothing, nothing," Lewis chuckled. "It's just... the last time you asked for this exact combination, you were pregnant with Lyric. Still in denial, are we?"

Rorie huffed. "I just want that, okay? Don't make it a big deal."

"Alright, alright," Lewis conceded, grinning. "I'll bring something back for you. And you know what? I'll grab a pregnancy test too, so we can stop fucking around and know for sure."

"Whatever," Rorie grumbled, but Lewis could hear the smile in her voice.

"Love you too, babe," Lewis said, his tone softening. "I'll see you soon."

As the call ended, Lewis pocketed his phone, a mix of emotions swirling within him. The day's events - from the press conference to the unexpected encounter with Martin - seemed to fade into the background. What mattered now was Rorie, their family, and the possibilities that lay ahead.

Lewis glanced at his watch, mentally calculating how long it would take to wrap up his duties at the track, find Rorie's requested snacks, and make it back to the hotel. He had a pregnant wife to take care of - whether she was ready to admit it or not.

As the sun dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow over Zilker Park, Rorie stood backstage at Austin City Limits, her heart racing. The air was thick with anticipation, the distant roar of the crowd washing over her like waves. Lil Yachty's energetic performance was coming to a close, his last song echoing through the night.

Rorie closed her eyes, taking deep breaths to calm her churning stomach. She'd barely kept down her dinner, a combination of nerves and what she stubbornly refused to acknowledge might be morning sickness. The thought of pregnancy flitted through her mind again, reminding her that she had a test to take after the show, but she pushed it aside.

Focus, she told herself. The show comes first.

She silently thanked the universe for the unwavering support of her husband, friends, and family. Their love had been her anchor in the stormy seas of recent events.

The crowd's cheers swelled as Lil Yachty addressed them, his voice booming through the speakers. "Y'all ready for something special?" The response was deafening. "DJ, hit it!"

The opening beats of "The Zone" began to pulse through the air. Lil Yachty started his verse, the crowd singing along. Then, he paused, his voice filled with excitement. "Now, give a warm Austin welcome to the one, the only… Rorie!"

Taking a final deep breath, Rorie stepped out from behind the curtain. The sea of faces before her erupted in screams and applause. The energy was electric, palpable.

As she began to sing, her rich voice filling the night air, Rorie's eyes scanned the crowd. In the VIP section, she immediately spotted Lewis, his proud smile visible even from a distance. Beside him were Yael, Pierre, Charles, Valtteri, and Susie, all cheering her on.

"I never meant to make you feel alone," she sang, her voice carrying emotion with every word. "A non-chivalrous tone you've used since I got home. I feel wrong, deep down inside, I'm stoned. I feel cold and alone."

The lyrics seemed to take on a new meaning, reflecting the turmoil of recent weeks. But as she continued, Rorie felt a surge of strength.

"But now I know that you love me (Love me). Will you put anyone above me? Let me know, is this home?"

As she sang the last line, her eyes locked with Lewis's. In that moment, despite the thousands of people surrounding them, it felt like they were the only two people in the world. This was home, she realized. Not a place, but the people who stood by her through everything.

The music swelled, and Rorie threw herself fully into the performance, letting the rhythm and the energy of the crowd wash away her worries, if only for this magical moment under the Austin stars.

As the last notes of "The Zone" faded, the crowd's enthusiasm remained at fever pitch. Lil Yachty engaged with the audience, asking if they wanted to hear more. The resounding cheers and screams made the answer clear.

Rorie glanced back at the VIP section, catching Lewis's eye as he recorded the entire performance on his phone. The crowd began chanting her name, the sound washing over her in waves of adoration and support. Overwhelmed with emotion, Rorie felt tears prick at her eyes.

"You hearing this, Ror? They love you!" he shouted over the noise.

Rorie nodded, visibly moved. "This is incredible," she managed to say.

Lil Yachty addressed the audience. "Y'all want more from Rorie?" The answering roar was deafening. "Alright, alright!" Lil Yachty laughed. "Let's give them what they want, big sis!"

The opening chords of "Running Out of Time" began to play, eliciting another round of cheers from the audience. Rorie and Lil Yachty's voices blended beautifully, the lyrics touching on themes of time, connection, and staying together. The audience swayed and sang along, clearly familiar with the song.

When the performance ended, Rorie took a deep bow, her heart pounding with adrenaline and emotion. She lingered for a moment offstage, basking in the continued chants of her name from the adoring crowd.

Later, as she relaxed with Lewis and their group, enjoying the rest of the festival, everyone showered her with hugs and praise.

"That was incredible, Rorie!" Pierre exclaimed, giving her a warm hug.

Lewis pulled her close, kissing her with an intensity that made their friends playfully protest.

"Get a room, you two!" Charles laughed, shaking his head.

Lewis grinned, his eyes never leaving Rorie's face. "I'm just incredibly proud of my wife," he said, his voice full of love and admiration.

As the night wound down, Lewis and Rorie found themselves in the back of a car, heading back to their hotel. Lewis's hand rested on Rorie's thigh, his brown eyes fixed on her face.

"What?" Rorie asked, noticing his intense gaze. "Why are you staring at me like that?"

"Because I love you, baby," Lewis replied softly. "I love you so much."

Rorie smiled, her heart swelling. "I love you too, Pookie."

Lewis leaned in closer, his voice low. "And knowing that you might be carrying another seed…fuck Rorie, you don't even know what's in store when we get back."

Rorie giggled at his enthusiasm. He could be such a dirty freak at times. "Lewis, we don't know if I'm—"

"You are," he interrupted gently. "I can smell it."

"Oh? And what does that smell like, Lewis?"

His eyes sparkled with mischief and love. "Smells like a woman strengthening my bloodline."

"Goodness, you sound like such a caveman," she teased, but his words only heightened her arousal.

"But you like that shit," he murmured, pulling her closer for a deep, loving kiss.

And do.

Lewis wasted no time in carrying Rorie inside the bedroom once they arrived at their hotel. He set her down on the bed and began undressing her slowly, taking in every inch of her body.

His lips trailed down her neck and onto her chest, Rorie let out a soft moan and arched into him, craving more of his touch. He knew every sensitive spot on her body, and it drove her wild with desire. Lewis moved lower, planting kisses on her stomach until he reached the apex of her thighs. His hands firmly held onto her hips as he teased her with delicate licks and flicks of his tongue.

Rorie's breath hitched as she felt herself becoming wetter with each passing moment. She reached down to tangle her fingers in Lewis's braids, urging him on. "Oooh baby, don't stop."

With a wicked gleam in his eye, Lewis obliged and began sucking on Rorie's clit, sending waves of pleasure through her entire body. Her moans grew louder as she neared climax, and she couldn't hold back any longer.

"Fuck!" Lewis’s tongue soon brought Rorie to an explosive orgasm that left her panting and trembling beneath him.

"Mmm, you taste so good," he murmured.

Rorie came down from her high, and Lewis crawled up her body to kiss her deeply. She could taste herself on his lips, and it only turned her on even more.

"I want you inside me," she whispered against his lips.

Lewis groaned and quickly positioned himself between her legs. Rorie wrapped her legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he slid into her in one smooth thrust.

They moved together in perfect rhythm. It wasn't just about the physical pleasure for them; it was about the deep connection they shared. With each movement, they were both expressing their love and desire for each other.

Rorie ran her hands over Lewis's back, feeling the muscles flex beneath her touch. She loved how strong and powerful he was, yet how gentle and attentive he could be with her.

Their lovemaking became more intense as they both approached their release. Rorie cried out Lewis's name as she came once again, and he followed soon after with a deep grunt of satisfaction.

They collapsed onto the bed in a tangled mess of limbs and sweaty skin. Lewis rolled onto his side to face Rorie, pulling her close to him. As they cuddled in each other's arms, Rorie couldn't help but think about the possibility of being pregnant again. She knew Lewis would be overjoyed at the news, but she couldn't shake off the slight fear and anxiety that crept into her mind.

"Are you okay?" Lewis asked softly, sensing something was bothering her.

"I…I'm just thinking about what might happen if I am pregnant," Rorie admitted hesitantly.

Lewis's expression softened as he cupped her face in his hands. "Hey, whatever happens, we'll handle it together. We've been through so much already and have come out stronger."

Rorie's heart swelled with love for this man who always knew exactly what to say to comfort her. "I know…I just don't want to disappoint you if I'm not pregnant."

Lewis shook his head and pressed a gentle kiss on Rorie's forehead. "You could never disappoint me, baby. Our love is so much more than having another child."

She wrapped her arms around him tightly, feeling grateful for their love. "We should just take the test," she said firmly.

"You're sure?"

"Yeah, let's just get it over with." Rorie stood up abruptly and walked to the bathroom. The pregnancy test was sitting on the counter, and with trembling hands, she unwrapped it and followed the instructions carefully.

She then nervously paced around the bathroom as Lewis watched intently, waiting anxiously for the results. As the timer beeped, Rorie's heart raced in anticipation. She closed her eyes and prayed for a positive result.

Slowly opening her eyes, she looked down at the test and saw two distinct lines. A wave of emotions washed over her as she realized that she was indeed pregnant.

Tears of joy streamed down Rorie's face as she stepped out of the bathroom to show Lewis. He immediately wrapped her in his arms, knowing without words what the result was.

"We're going to have another baby," he whispered, his voice filled with awe and happiness.

Rorie nodded, unable to speak through her tears. They held each other in silence for a few moments before Lewis pulled back to look at Rorie's face.

"Are you okay?" he asked, wiping away her tears with his thumb.

"I'm just so happy," she managed to say before kissing him passionately.

The California sun hung low in the sky as the woman drove toward a discreet restaurant nestled off the Malibu coast. The sleek, modern lines of the Hamilton's mansion were barely visible from the road, obscured by sprawling trees and winding driveways. The ocean’s rhythmic crash played in the background, but all that resonated in the woman’s mind was the bitter truth she clutched like a weapon.

The restaurant’s parking lot was mostly empty, save for a lone car parked in a shadowed corner. The woman’s heeled boots crunched over loose gravel as she approached. The maid, nondescript and dressed in plain clothes, glanced up from where she leaned against the car’s door. Her eyes were wary, darting around as though expecting to see someone lurking.

"You’re late," the maid muttered, shifting nervously.

"Traffic," the woman replied, dismissively. "Do you have what I need?"

The maid hesitated before producing a small USB drive. She handed it over with trembling fingers. "I can’t be seen doing this. If Rorie finds out…"

"She won’t," the woman interjected sharply. "You just keep your head down and play your role. If she suspects anything, you’re done. But right now, I’m your best bet for protection."

The maid swallowed hard, clearly torn. "Why are you even doing this? Rorie has been good to me...she treats my kids like her own."

The woman’s expression darkened. "You think kindness and loyalty matter to people like her? She uses them as currency to keep you close until you’re no longer valuable. Believe me, I know better than anyone. And if you want any fucking help getting your husband to Los Angeles, you shut your goddamn mouth, okay?"

Silence fell between them as the reality of their situation settled in. Eventually, the maid nodded, wiping her palms nervously against her jeans. "Okay, but be careful. This game you’re playing—people get hurt."

The woman tucked the USB into her jacket pocket and turned on her heel. "People always get hurt. It’s just a question of who gets hurt first."

As she walked away, the wind picked up, rustling through the palm trees and carrying the distant hum of approaching cars. The maid stayed put, watching the woman disappear into her car before driving off like a bat out of hell.

TO BE CONTINUED.....

[iluvmorales]

Could you do a Hobie Brown x chubby reader?

I feel like his skinny self would like a girlfriend with a fuba and some confidence

To be honest w you, I’m not great at writing with specific physical attributes of a reader but ima definitely try :)

Hobart,Hobie, spiderpunk, your love, whatever else you may call him, is all over you, 24/7. Quite literally.

You sat on the parks bench, waiting for your boyfriend to arrive any second now. Just as you were about to ask his eta, two hands rested on your chin, lightly pulling your head up. You didn’t fight back because you knew just by his long thin fingers, it was hobie. He smirked at you ; “your so pretty love. Got all dolled up fa’ me?” He hummed caressing your chubby cheeks before placing a kiss on your lips. You smiled at him humming in response. He couldn’t resist kissing the rest of your face, pecks in every corner before you had to shoo him off, giggling from the cold ticklish feeling his lip ring left.

Hobie is 100% a “I’ll cook for you” guy. Not even because he thinks it’s fun or anything but rather because he doesn’t believe in supporting big fast food or restaurant chains (the most he’ll do is a poc-owned family restaurant)

You were at a small farmers market with hobie, looking around at all the fresh and natural ingredients. “Sweetheart..” he trailed on, you turned to him, looking up with a small hum. “You feelin fried food or roasted today?” He asked, glance flashing at you as he picked out some stuff. “Either is fine hobes” you replied before turning back to looking around. He just hummed before throwing some more stuff in his basket. “See somethin’ you want?” He asked, following where your gaze was, only for you to shake your head. Best believe he got you the fruit you were eyeing.

That was only the shopping he asked you to tag along for, overall you weren’t much help letting him choose what he thought would be better. The real magic starts when he’s cooking.

“I can help you chop up the veggies hun” you smiled, popping up next to him after he’d told you to sit and watch him show off his skills. He sighed before sliding you a cutting board and knife; “do be careful not to cut ya fingers off love” he kissed your forehead before continuing his prepping.

Going out on dates with hobie really consisted of late night walks, swinging through London or sometimes shopping. This specific night was a walk to a small cafe.

You looked at yourself in the bodycon dress and sneakers (that you wore for now since you’d be walking) before your apartment door opened, revealing hobie. “I completely forgot I’d given you a key hobes oh my god.” You breathed out, the fear flooding away instantly. Hobie didn’t say a word though, only eyeing you from his spot in the door. “Hobie?” You called his name concerned. “The bar can wait a little” he smirked, closing the door behind him before walking up to you with grabby hands. You blushed meeting him halfway before pressing your lips against his as his hands wandered to trace every curve on your body. You pulled away smiling: “Let me fix myself a little before we go” you turned back, walking to the mirror that sat in your living room. Hobie only followed you behind, eyes still wandering. He stood behind you in the mirror, hands on your stomach as he kissed the area between your neck and shoulder. “You look so good sweetheart” was all he could mumble as his lips hovered over your skin. “Thank you love” you whispered to him, arms now over his as your hands rested on his. “This would be a great pic don’t ya think” he was joked, looking at your reflection with a grin.

Best believe at the bar he never took his hands off you.

“Hobie can we try that new drink together?” You pointed at the little menu there waiter had given you. “Whatever you want love” he hummed, placing a kiss to your temple with a arm around your waist. You didn’t notice, but while he was giving you a peck he was glaring at a guy that’d been eyeing you from across the restaurant . You waved your hand with a small excuse me to order. “Can I get one of your specials, a large please” she nodded before walking to go turn in your order. Hobie just stared at you as if you painted the stars in the sky, a look of admiration as you babbled on about a show you strongly disagreed with. He viewed you as his little protege going on about the things you disagreed with, political or not.

Bringing that up, he loved to hear your opinions on certain political or social issues. This included everything.

“the representation in that old racist book sucked ass, I don’t understand why they couldn’t have made him black!” You yelled, pointing at the character playing on the screen. Hobie was laying on your thighs, not really focusing on the screen but how they were so plush he’d just knock out right there. “No yeah, his race didn’t really matter in the book so they could have. Already lacking our rep as it is” hobie agreed sleepily, a smile on his lips as he listened to you rant on and on about what was wrong with the movie. “Your so beautiful when you talk about these things” hobie mumbled, causing you to look down at him. “So am I not beautiful every other time?” You joked, causing him to flinch and wake up. “You know your always so gorgeous to me baby” he sat up, hands snaking around you, tracing your curves. “I know love I’m just joking. Thank you” you pressed a kiss to his lips before turning back to the movie.

[moonshynecybin]

#thinkin about teen dad marc…. like diplopia year…. <- say more callie

eye got. SIX asks about this lmao. but anything for you elle ofc. required reading on this is @yekoc’s vale knocks marc up in like 2013/14 post found here go read it (AND THE REPLIES !!! ). foundational text.

but in this one. vale is jerry springer voice NOT THE FATHERRRR. which i think would make his specific commitment issues significantly weirder and more complex. and marc MUCH more neurotic lmao. he has a baby to look after !!! AND he’s doing death defying stunts !!!

so marc either gets a girl pregnant and keeps the baby or gets knocked up and keeps the baby. choose your own adventure. he’s a teen. diplopia year cwaziness. fully like. i am injured and may never race again which i can’t fix instantly and easily so i’m going to HAVE THIS BABY. tries to #win at teen pregnancy. and marc is part of a VERY tight knit little family so once he gets better he absolutely carts that baby all around the world and inside the garage. (which. he comes back because he both wants to and HAS TO. marquez family finances already depended on him, now you add a tiny sweet infant into the mix that he is responsible for. marc is already psychotic about winning because of natural competitiveness and the aforementioned family pressures this would literally make him worse. crazier.) babychamp t-shirts new meaning. bouncing her on his knee in the box in 2012 BIG ASS baby ear protectors. santi very seriously explaining shit about tire pressure to the side. kissing her little cheek in parc ferme.

and vale. meets this baby/toddler. LOVES this baby/toddler. and as his relationship with marc takes shape it’s a little different! marc’s i’m old for my age complex is 9000x more pronounced but VALE’S i’m young for my age complex is toooooo… so it’s weirder. yes they start fucking but it’s also like. less often. less free time more baby time they don’t hang out at bars as much but every time vale sees marc he gets to hang out with a hot person he likes and sometimes he gets to be goofy for a leedle baby that he is RAPIDLY gaining affection for. marc leaves her with vale (HUGE TRUST. THE BABYSITTING LIST OUTSIDE OF FAMILY IS LIKE TWO PEOPLE.) when he goes to the bathroom and vale reaches over to grab her favorite toy (bugs bunny plush iykyk) without thinking and it’s like oh. oh no. like he spends enough time with her that he KNOWS HERRRR… doesn’t have the rigidity of the fuckbuddies dichotomy because they hang out so often WITH the baby so he can’t write the whole thing off as much. truly what do you do if you love and want to coparent a child. but are also exceedingly scared of commitment and growing older. well.

anyways vale is a freak so he turns that over in his head for a bit. scared 2 death. chews on that for a while. but when it really gets too deep for him is hmmmm ranch visit. when marc rocks up with his toddler (hot pink tiny bike for her that goes 1mph. baby pecco and luca and franky braiding her hair.) lethally adorable in a too big yellow vr46 hat that makes vale’s chest feel like RIBBONS.) and then marc races vale like he’s going to DIE. for NO reason. in a fun vibey recreational session. and vale’s fucking in it now!! every time marc takes a corner too fast his heart seizes up and marc’s daughter flashes in his brain (the baby curl of her hair and the way she reached for marc laughing from the crowd last race…) ans cold sweat breaks out across the back of his neck because if something happens to marc then—

so he pulls back. still waves to her in parc ferme. still makes stupid faces to make her laugh (feels like he’s FLYING. feels like WINNING.) and does grabby hands with marc on cooldown laps (eye ALSO think he doesn’t realize that his marc feelings are a separate entity for the baby feelings lmao. like that he would be worried about marc regardless. the baby is a good excuse here…) but. it’s interfering with his focus. he has to win his tenth. he can’t be coparenting this kid (she’s turning FOUR he’s been giving her bday presents for THREE YEARS NOW.) and worried about marc like that because marc is a competitor. and marc doesn’t feel that way anyways. marc is a bastard to him on track. marc is crashing all the time (WITHOUT VALE THERE. he hears about marc’s summertime hand injury and is like haha. and the baby was WERE. who is HOLDING HER??). and suddenly uccio is at his door and marc is a saboteur. and he’s getting older and he’s slower and jorge is GOOD and that’s— that gives something for vale to grab on to. to self destruct this before it can implode by itself. to make sense of all of this.

and afterwards— after sepang and their text thread drying up and everything. she still runs up to vale allll the time… finds him in the paddock tugs on marc’s hand until he lets her go… and vale always picks her up spins her around sends her back to her dad… still gets her a bday gift… marc watching with a sad smile on his faceeeee… vale DOES get over things faster in this universe because he wants to be more involved for babychild but. it’s rough there for a while when vale is still lying to himself and marc is creating RIGID structures for who he lets in to his daughter’s life because she STILL asks him to call vale so he can read the bedtime story because marc does NOT do the voices right… and he CANT CALL HIMMMM

[mynameisjag]

The air was nice, a little crisp with the fall weather about to hit.

Usually Wade wouldn’t find himself enjoying the outdoors in a leisurely manner…and he wasn't, he fucking hated it at the moment.

“This sucks!”

Beside him, walking the path at slow pace was Laura, who just raised an eyebrow at him, copycat version of her dad's smirk on her face.

“You've walked longer through rougher terrain,” her eyes flicked to the two bodies ahead of them, her smirk growing into a wide grin, “wonder what you're really upset about.”

“Oh, you know, my secret hatred of birds is showing through-of course its not the walk and don’t you start.”

He wasn’t used to being out and about without his suit, and the giant sun hat he was sporting didn’t really help keep the sun off his more sensitive skin.

But he was doing this for Vanessa.

Vanessa’s boyfriend was…descent…and she wanted them all to get along, they all were close in one way or another and of course she would want the ones she cared about the most to be comfortable with one another.

So…bonding hike…

Which Logan, the feral fuck, actually seemed to be enjoying but that probably was less the family time and more that he was away from large groups of people.

There was a bet if the man was just going to go and take off at the first sight of a deer, which might work out in Wade’s favor if it scared ‘boyfriend’ off.

Listen, he is willing to give the guy a chance, he is a nice guy…but did he really have to click with Logan so fast?

“Pops doesn’t really care that much for him, you know that right? The guy is important to Vanessa, Vanessa is important to you and you are important to him.”

“Fucking, yeah, I know little Miss Voice of Reason, but look at them, walking and talking like friends.”

“The dude is talking, Pops is probably thinking about disappearing into the woods for a week before you hunt him down and bring him home.”

“Like it would take a week for me to find him, we’re connected Baby-wolvs,” he made a heart sign with both of his hands, “the power of saving the universe and Madonna will forever bond us.”

She just rolled her eyes, “Since your so connected, then why are you so jealous?”

“Jealous!? Me!?,” his hands fell dramatically to his sides as he threw his head back in distress, “Okay, I admit it, I’m jealous of the way those jeans make his ass-“

“-Do NOT finish that.”

“I’m still going to think it…hmm…thinking about it hard now.”, he preceded to make grabby hands at the other man’s backside, “going to make the mouse send me a cease and desist with the way my thoughts be going.”

“I hate you.”

Wade just grinned wide at her snarly face, sooo cute, just like her daddy! Speaking of the man, the two ahead of them had stopped and were waiting.

They weren’t too far behind, so it only took a few moments to catch up, Deadpool throwing his arms around the older man and going to swoon knowing he was going to be caught, “Oh, the sun, it makes me suffer, if only there was a strong burly man to slather me with lotion later!”

Laura sauntered up, pushing Wade off her father to cuddle his side, “Thanks for waiting.”

‘Boyfriend’ was helping the mercenary up, smiling and going on about nearly being close to the end of the trail.

Logan huffed and gave a quick side hug to his little girl, “Probably need to get there quick, I can smell rainfall heading our way.”

And then ‘Boyfriend’ was talking about how the weather was reported to be nothing but sunshine and Wade was rolling his eyes and adjusting his hat. He did not pack for rain and if Logan said rain was coming it was coming.

“There’s this lovely little picnic area ahead, we should bring a lunch with us next time! Say, do you any of you like sports, got a few work buddies that we watch the games with. We’d love to have the whole crew over. I can make a mean green bean casserole!”

Their phones went off, flash storms heading their way.

“Oh, thank the Marvel Jesus that is me, welp, looks like it’s time to head back!”, he was going to ignore the way the Wolverine duo were smirking at him as he enthusiastically turned around and started head back to the truck.

“Sorry, are trip is a bit of a bust, perhaps next time weather will be more predictable and Vanny can join us!”

“Sounds nice.”

“Sure.”

“I think jumping into a concrete mixer sounds better.”

And ‘the boyfriend’ was throwing an arm around Wade’s shoulders, “You really are such a funny guy, it’s so good to be able to bond like this!”

[moodywyrm]

idk if it'll sound weird but imagine abby and reader back from a party to her home, and they're just so tired in like 15 min they're gone sleeping deeply and just wake up the next morning with Jerry opening the door to warn her about something - he's super late to a meeting or something - and proceeds getting so embarrassed saying SORRY SORRY I'M OUT. Poor abby woke up from such a jumpscare and also self conscious from their snuggling position :( reader is just kinda laughing

no baby this is actually so cute, got me giggling n smiling like a fool

so in my mind, abby n her dad actually lived pretty close to her college town before she even went, and then when she started college he got her an apartment in the surrounding town just so she could experience living on her own n being closer to campus. so she spends most of her time in her own apartment but she also pops in with her dad all the time. like tonight.

u two were are a party n it was closer to their family home than it was to her apartment, so she told her dad ahead of time that she'd probably be sleeping there n he was like "awesome :D" bc he loves his daughter to bits <3

flash forward to u two stumbling into her house at like 1am n she's so eepy! she sleeby! she's tired as fuck! u two barely have time to change into pajamas (aka her giving u one of her giant sleep shirts from high school n her stripping to her bra n boxers) before crashing into bed. u two fall asleep spooning, but over the course of the night ur two shift n shimmy until ur practically on top of her, one thigh pulled up across her waist n ur head on her chest, her arm draped across ur back while the other holds ur thigh, one of ur hands on her chest (read: a titty) with the other on her shoulder.

thats the sight that jerry walks in on as he's frantically doing up his tie, having woken up late for a meeting with the hospital's board of directors n wanting to say hi to his daughter before he hauls ass.

"Goodmorning honey - OH shit, oh god, sorry-" as he walks in and immediately walks back out, accidentally slamming the door.

the second he walked in n got startled, Abby practically jumped out of bed, tightening her arm around u and then immediately letting go. tries to act like she didn't totally let out a lil yelp when she woke up but oh well. she's standing there in shock for a sec, yelling a quick goodmorning to her dad while he's still apologizing, before she lets her gaze drift down to u, still on her bed n looking up at her. ur holding ur laughter really poorly bc she looks to distraught n discombobulated, her hair a mess, crusties in her eyes, the whole package.

The moment you two make eye contact, she caves and starts whining about how embarrassing that was while sinking back onto the bed and making grabby hands at you, meanwhile ur laughing ur ass off n wrapping her up in a hug bc she's so fucking cute, especially when she's tired.

she is literally the cutest ever I need to baby her I need her to lay on my chest I need to play with her hair

[gretavanlace]

Poppins (part 1)

Josh and Jake x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: language, kissing, adult themes, pretty tame…for now.

A tiny hand tugs at the hem of your dress before an even smaller voice floats up “He’s late.”

“Uncle Jake is always late, Lil.” You run your fingers over a dish towel before ruffling her curls soothingly. “He’ll be here.”

“What if he forgot?” Her voice wavers with threatening tears, and you abandon the tray of finger sandwiches you’ve been fussing over in order to focus solely on her welling eyes.

“Your fourth birthday?” You lend an incredulous gasp to your tone. “Uncle Jake? Forget his best girl? Never!”

Karen appears in the kitchen with Josh hot on her heels. “I said the cake should say ‘Happy Birthday Lily-bit.” He complains, shaking his head with great frustration while nervously tugging at the pearlescent beads around his neck…a habit reserved for when he is tromping along the edge of panic.

Lily-bit has been her nickname ever since she bestowed it upon herself unknowingly. Unable to pronounce Elizabeth correctly, it had stumbled out ‘Lily-bit’…and stuck, it had.

“Well, you should’ve picked it up yourself then, Joshua.” Karen snarks right back, sliding the cardboard box housing a sheet cake onto the counter. “It says Elizabeth. That’s still her name. And stop fidgeting. If you’re that concerned, drive it back to the store and cause an enormous scene like an idiot. We’ll wait.”

She bends down and nuzzles her only granddaughter’s nose. “Won’t we, baby? We’ll wait right here while Daddy goes and acts like a dumb shit at the grocery store.”

“Daddy’s a dumb shit!”

You suppress a laugh at her squeaky-mouse voice cursing as Josh grows visibly perturbed, yet calmer, all at once.

“Jesus, ma!” He searches over her shoulder and raises his voice. “Veronica, come and get your mother!”

Ronnie’s voice floats in from the family room, relaxed and unconcerned. “I’m not in this!”

Lily begins to giggle only to stop dead in her tracks when a familiar voice booms through the house. “Where’s my birthday girl?”

She’s gone in a flash. Racing from the room with an ecstatic gasp, as fast as her tiny legs can carry her. Everything else forgotten, in an effort to get to her Uncle Jake.

The three of you are drawn like magnets into the hall, unwilling to miss the spectacle of a jake-lily reunion.

“Look at this.” Josh frowns, with a smile tugging at his lips as he watches his twin scoop his niece up with a flourish. “Even my own daughter loves him best.”

“Stop.” Your elbow nudges into his side lovingly. “He’s the fun uncle, is all.”

His eyes slide in your direction as his voice drops to a whisper “All the girls I adore love him best.”

Reaching out for a lock of your hair, he gives it a gentle yank and moves in to greet his brother just as Lily relays the important news.

“Uncle Jakey,” she conspires, running her chubby hands through the hair hanging in his face. “Daddy’s a dumb shit. Gramma said.”

Jake throws his head back with a hearty belly laugh, hugging her close. “He is, girly…you’re absolutely right.”

She laughs along with him, pink-cheeked and enamored, hiding her face in his hair.

“I know it is, Lily bit.” He nods. She must’ve whispered to remind him of her big day. “That’s why I brought you this.”

She slides down, holding fast to his barely buttoned shirt as he deposits her on her Mary Jane clad feet. Her tiny palms clap with unbridled excitement as he pulls a glittering tiara out of his back pocket.

“There.” He places it carefully, tucking it into her wispy baby hair until it sits just right. “Birthday princess.”

Her eyes are flashing with devotion, as she makes grabby hands at the gift bag stuffed messily with tissue paper in his grip. “What else?”

“Later, girly.” He sneaks it behind his back with a kiss on her flushed forehead.

“He’s not that great.” Ronnie quips, feigning boredom from the other room. “Come see auntie…I’ll tell you about the time he crashed a car and broke uncle Sammy’s head.”

Lily’s eyes grow wide with concern. “You broke his head?”

“Ah, hell,” Jake waves her off with a smile. “His head’s empty anyway.”

“Jacob,” Karen scolds as if she can’t fathom the audacity. “Watch your mouth around the baby.”

You collectively watch the birthday girl scamper off to soak in the tale her aunt has to tell.

“Dumb shit?” Jake tilts his head. “Is that not what you taught the baby, on this, the day of her birth?”

She swats at him, then softens the loving blow with a peck on his lips, before wandering off with a clipped “Shut it.”

“Hey, prick.” You watch on, feeling slightly out of place as Jake pulls Josh in for an aggressive, brotherly hug. Both twins smack at each other’s backs in pats that seem as though they should sting.

They begin chatting in that strange, half-spoken, unfinished sentence, twin language of theirs, and you, feeling even more intrusive than before, move to slink off.

Jake stops you with a hand coiled loosely around your wrist, eyes still honed in on his brother while they catch up. He doesn’t dare slip his hand down to link fingers with yours, though he wants to…you can feel it.

At last, Karen’s voice sounds out, and rescues you from this awkward limbo. “Can someone go collect your father and his son from the house?” ‘Your’ father and ‘his’ son, is all the explanation needed. She refuses to stake claim over any of them when they’re stretching the limbs of their Kiszka lineage.

“Took an Uber in from the airport!” Jake shirks responsibility with a lie - you can see his car swiveled crookedly in the gravel out front clearly through the bay window.

“I’ll go.” Josh sighs, turning to you. “Keep them civil, warden?”

“Of course.” You grin, smoothing a curl down atop his head with your freehand so that he looks less maniacal. It does little to help.

You’ve been alone in the entryway for less than thirty seconds before Jake is pulling you into the quiet of the hall. “How’s my Mary Poppins?” He taunts quietly. “I’ve missed you. Look at this smart little dress. You’re killin’ me.”

In reality, you’ve opted for a modestly festive dress whose skirt skims over your knees. It’s Lily's birthday, after all, not a night out.

“Jake,” you can feel the warmth of your blush, and duck your face to conceal it. “Go be with your family, you shameless flirt.”

“Do you think you’re not family?” He bends at the knees to catch your eye and counter your shy methods of hiding away. “Can’t you see the way we all love you? Me most of all.”

“Not one of your groupies,” you giggle like a schoolgirl, to your dismay, pushing a little more distance between the two of you. “Get outta here.”

He steps in even closer, and you can smell him. The warm, inexplicably comforting scent that follows him around like a delectable cloud. He’s like the woods after a campfire has smoldered itself out, mixed in with something vaguely christmas-like. “I have no groupies. I play dive bars filled with sad old men who stare into their drinks and dream about pretty girls like you.”

His fingers drift against your cheek and then curl a turf of hair behind your ear with a hushed, “I’ll find you later, poppins, yeah?”

Poppins. Yes, you’re the nanny. Yes, it’s a terrible idea. Yes, Josh has also been known to wear his heart on his sleeve for you. And yes, all those things seem to matter…that is until Jake steps into your space and fixes that warm, chocolate truffle gaze upon you. Until he lowers his voice so that only you can hear. Until his touch skates over your skin, confident and sure.

You’ve never gone too far with Jake, no matter how badly you’d like to.

There was a night, Lily conked out on her toddler bed, you off for the remainder of the night, but lingering on in the kitchen sipping Dos Equis with your charge’s favorite uncle. Gazes had locked a little too long, lips had met, until the warm, wet, grace of his tongue against your own had caused you to pull away.

“Yeah.” You nod. Leaning back against the wall when he slips away. He makes you want to run for the hills and into his arms all at once.

The party commences as Josh returns with a slightly inebriated Kelly and Samuel in tow, and everyone falls in love with Lily-bit all over again as she opens presents and charms her way through the hearts of her most beloved.

Before the candles have even been lit, she has crawled into her uncle Jake’s lap. Falling asleep like a worn out kitten, tiara askew on her head, glitter lipgloss Ronnie applied to her rosebud mouth smeared and smudged against Jake’s torn up jeans.

“Her cake.” Josh sounds both defeated and relieved…exhausted from trying to make sure her day was perfect.

“Goddamn thing said Elizabeth, anyway.” Jake huffs lazily before throwing a wink at his twin that seems to relax Josh’s shoulders in a way no one else has been able to manage all day.

“Mom’s fault.” Josh smirks.

“Isn’t it always?” Jake smiles back, as if the answer is obvious.

“Oh, to hell with both of you.” Karen sighs, with absolute love in her insult. “You have miss girl FaceTime gramma first thing in the morning.” She points at Josh to get her point across and then nudges at Kelly, who has trotted off to dreamland along with his granddaughter. “You and Sam in the car within five or you both can walk.”

~

You’re tidying up the kitchen by the warm, shadowy light of an accent lamp when Josh’s voice comes softly in the silence.

“Thought you and ma already cleaned up?”

“Just little details,” you shrug. “You know.”

“You staying tonight? It’s late.”

You have a cozy little place across town. No more than a studio, but you’ve furnished it beautifully, and eclectically, via thrift stores and yard sales. It’s you, and it’s home. Sort of. Really, the guest room here that has evolved into your room, is more home than home.

“Probably.” You swipe the sponge over a perfectly clean spot of butcher’s block “She still sleeping?”

“Out like a light.” The love dances in his eyes like it always does when he speaks of his baby girl. “Put her in jammies and all, she slept right through.”

“Well…” you offer softly, at a loss for words as you so often are when you find yourself sinking into these domestic moments with him.

“Yes, well…” he nods, tilting his head down to look at you through his lashes with the smallest of grins.

“Oh!” Your face lights up as you turn toward the fridge to pull two bottles of water out for him. His nightly routine. “Here. You almost forgot.”

He catches them one after another as you toss the bottles his way and then points with one, cap wiggling in your direction. “I wish you’d let me take care of you the way you take care of me, sweetheart.”

He doesn’t mean it in any way other than gentle…he’d like to coddle you. That’s all. Somehow, that makes your heart hurt worse.

“Don’t get too comfy with my brother tonight.” He adds, padding off down the hall before you can grow defensive.

You slump against the counter, embarrassed and sad. You wish you could chase down that spark of something that plays about in your heart for Josh now and again, but Jake always moves in…all soft smiles and whispered words. Nicknames and airy brushes of calloused hands that make you shiver and keep you awake at night…

…the memory of his tongue slipping, slick and hungry, against yours, that blurs your mind when your hand finds itself between your legs in the dark.

~

Shaking off the thoughts before they have a chance to drag you down too deeply, you finish up in the kitchen, double check the locks, and start down the hall to the room that serves as your own.

You’re moving quietly, and you know why…but you also feel a little silly for it. Aren’t you just little miss hot shit to assume Jake would be listening for you?

I mean, sure, he likes to flirt, and you kissed once for like, twenty seconds, but why would you really believe that —

“Hey, poppins.” His voice comes, smooth as warm silk, a split second after his fingers close tight around your waist. “Come here often?”

“Hello, Jacob.” You smile into the dark, covering his hands with your own.

“Oooh,” he moans softly against the nape of your neck. “Jacob? Put me in time out, nanny. Do your worst.”

“Stop it!” You laugh quietly, wrenching around in his grip to face him.

“Hi.” He grins once you’re nose to nose. “Are you staying tonight?”

His question, mirroring his twin’s, comes hushed as he walks you back against the wall.

Your reply is an inelegant swallow, paired with a nod.

“That’s good.” He trails the back of his knuckle along the curve of your jaw. “It’s so dark out there. And chilly. Best you stay here where you’re safe.”

The sincerity stuns you. He means it. He worries for you.

But are you safe?

This isn’t good. Isn’t it easier if one wants to love you and one wants to fuck you?

There you go again, running ahead of whatever this is. He doesn’t want to love you, he’s simply glad to see you snug and warm for the night.

“You know,” his fingers card slowly through your hair, lips impossibly near, breathing softly in your ear. “It would make it so much easier to kiss you if you didn’t look like a deer caught in headlights.”

A sound, foreign and high-pitched, escapes you before you have a chance to quiet yourself, and his body tenses against yours in response. “So pretty, poppins. You’re a song, aren’t you? Sweet and soft. If I played you, it’d be acoustic.”

You’re a song…if I played you…fuck…

“Jake, I…” you’re scrabbling for excuses on why this shouldn’t happen when you hear it. The faint whimper of Lily. She’s still asleep, you can tell that much, but not for long.

A bad dream, perhaps, brought on by too much excitement and sugar.

“Let me check on her.” You whisper, pushing him away gently.

“What?” He’s confused. He isn’t a parent, or her caregiver, and he’s missed the early quiet muffled rumblings before the wailing storm.

But Josh hasn’t…

And when he steps into the hall to rescue his little girl, he is greeted with the sight of Jake pressing you up against the wall, hands in places they shouldn’t be.

“M’sorry.” He murmurs, hurrying by as you break away from Jake, rushing to explain.

Your words of justification land against deaf ears and Lily’s bedroom door as Josh quietly shuts you out.

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[vizishereig]

Chreon Week: Chreon As Parents (Day 4)

The first time Leon sees Chris holding Rose, he’s hit by how just how soft the other man looks. All of his rough edges are smoothed away with the expression on his face (Leon could call it fondness, but that would almost seem to be a disservice to label it just to that. There’s grief, there’s determination, there’s promise in that expression. It’s a myriad of emotions, and Leon feels almost honoured to be able to see it on the other’s face.) and he smiles down at Rose, who sleeps peacefully in Chris’s arms.

He guesses the expression on his face reflects some of the surprise he feels, because when Chris looks up, the other male quirks a brow at him. Leon schools his expression into something more neutral, giving the other a shrug.

“I guess I wasn’t expecting you to be so good with kids,” Leon admits, watching as Chris laughs, quietly. Rose bobs a little with the motion, but she doesn’t stir, just curls towards Chris a bit more. Chris watches Leon track the infant’s movements with nothing more than a look of content.

“Someone raised Claire, you know,” Chris replies, moving Rose back to her crib now that she’s adequately soothed. He doesn’t seem offended, throwing Leon a fond smile (the same smile he gives Rose and Claire, but also different, in a way Leon doesn’t want to try to read into, lest he find something there that he isn’t prepared to face) and moving back towards the living room.

“I’m not so sure about that,” Leon responds, teasing. Chris snickers, shaking his head, resettling on the couch. Leon settles next to him, and, after a moment of thought, he leans against Chris.

And after another moment, Chris puts his arm around Leon’s shoulder, bringing him closer.

---

The first time Chris sees Leon hold Rose, he has to try his damnedest not to laugh. The other male is just so… awkward. It’s funny.

It’s sweet.

Chris manages not to laugh, but the smile that’s on his face probably reflects how he feels regardless. If anyone asks Leon, the expression that he flashes Chris isn’t a pout.

“C’mon, relax, she’s a baby, not a grenade,” Chris urges, wanting to place a hand on the other’s shoulder. He leans back against the counter instead, watching Leon try his best to relax. Rose coos in his arms, drawing Leon’s attention away from Chris and oh.

He watches Leon go from awkward, tense and sees his expression melt into something impossibly gentle. There’s a small smile on his face and his blue eyes soften. He murmurs something softly at Rose, chuckling a bit as she tries to reach out for his face with a chubby hand.

Chris feels, for a second, that this is something he isn’t meant to see. Leon’s expression makes him look so much younger, so much sweeter. Not that he isn’t sweet in that odd, disgruntled way of his, with small touches and random items that appear after visits to his or Claire’s flat.

Leon’s always been discreet with his affection for others, unlike himself and Claire, who grab on and hold. Hugs, pats on the back, grabbing someone’s arm. They’re all small declarations of love, be it platonic or romantic or familial. It’s how both Redfields work.

It had taken a while to figure out where the small trinkets had appeared from, but they’re always left in the same place, a small counter near the door to his apartment. Chris hadn’t even been the one to figure out it was Leon, it was Claire. They both hadn’t told Leon they knew, for fear of him misunderstanding and stopping.

Leon makes a sound, somewhere between a pained noise and laugh, causing Chris to break out of his thoughts and look up. Rose has grabbed a handful of blonde hair and is pulling, hard. Leon doesn’t seem to actually mind too much, carefully maneuvering the baby so he can hold her with one hand, the other gently prying his hair out of her fingers.

Rose babbles in response, making grabby hands, so Leon letting her grab onto his pinkie finger instead. She seems content, trying to bring his finger to her mouth.

“Now who’s surprisingly good with kids?” Chris teases, Leon looking up at him, almost sheepishly. Rose catches his attention again soon enough, babbling some more, having succeeded in pulling Leon’s finger into his mouth.

Chris walks away for a second, grabbing Rose’s little monkey from her crib. He waves it in front of her, smiling when she let’s go of Leon’s thumb to try and grab the plush. He lets her grab it, watching her babble at the monkey as she holds it close to her chest.

Later, when Rose is sleeping, Leon and Chris go back to the living room. They curl up much of the same way as before, watching whatever shows up on the TV. Leon falls asleep, and Chris holds him with the same gentle hands he treats Rose with.

[starlightshadowsworld]

Pakistani Steve Harrington

Steve likes coffee but he doesn't like regular tea. He will only drink pink tea.

His father used to make it back when his grandparents would visit semi regularly.

And it was Steve's favourite drink.

His father had actually shown him how to make it.

Not that Steve could remember the last time they'd had it together, or seen each other for that matter.

Kid Steve had thought it was like drinking happiness, and older Steve thinks little him was onto something.

And he knew some people who needed some happiness.

It was awkward standing their in the hospital with a tray of mugs, his arms were very much protesting at his decision.

Eddie looked at him, amused while Wayne sighed good naturedly and helped him put the tray down on a table.

"I thought you weren't meant to be pushing yourself?" Asked Wayne, Steve attempted to look sheepish.

It didn't work to well but Wayne just shook his head, a fondness in his eyes.

They'd gotten to know each other after Wayne thanked him for keeping his rascal of a nephew alive.

"Whats this?" Asked Eddie, nosey as ever. Trying to peer at the mugs and seeing bright pink liquid inside.

Steve wondered momentarily if the Munsons would make fun of him for a "girly" looking beverage.

But shook that thought away.

"The nurse said you should try drinking something warm, so I bought some tea." Explained Steve. "Why's it pink?" Asked Eddie, no judgement in his voice just curiosity.

And yet Steve braced himself, he was getting better at talking about his culture but it was usually just to the other teens and the kids.

His King Steve days were long behind him but he was afraid he'd be made fun off.

"When my family would get together, we'd have this tea. Its proper name is Kashmiri Chai, but we just called it pink tea. I dunno why it's pink though.

Dustin and Mike said you love sweet food and it's plenty sweet. And... It makes me happy when I drink it so I thought... Why not."

Steve wasn't looking at Eddie or Wayne at this point, looking down into the tea before him... Maybe this was a mistake.

His spiraling didn't last long before Eddie, somehow without pulling any stitches, reached over and pulled him into a hug.

"That, is the sweetest thing anyone has done for me. Pun not intended." Smiles Eddie, Steve couldn't see a trace of mockery in his eyes and relaxed.

Wayne softened "sounds good kid, looks like you made a lot."

Steve nodded "one for each of us and than one for the kids, max if she's up for it, Nancy, Jonathan, Robin, Argyle Hopper...." He trailed off seeing both Munsons giving him the look.

"Man you really don't know how to relax, do you?" Said Eddie, wide eyed. Steve shrugged, wincing slightly "it's nothing."

Wayne shook his head "you are something else kid..." He said before handing a mug to the boys and getting his own.

"Huh, I'm not usually one for sweet stuff but this is good." Said Wayne.

Steve smiled, looking over at Eddie feeling some of his anxiety leave him.

Eddie's eyes widened, he put the mug down and dramatically flopped on his bed. "Steve, I thought you made me tea. Not the nectar of the God's!"

Seeing Steve's confused face, Eddie softened "It's great, thanks Steve." Steve smiled, putting his down.

"Your welcome, I better get these to the kids before they hunt me down." He wasn't kidding, somehow they always knew when Steve had any treats on him.

Tea included.

"Alright, but than you sir are coming back here and drinking your lovely tea and taking a break." Said Eddie, Wayne nodded.

Steve chuckled "sure" he went off to the kids who as predicted all lit up at the mention of pink tea and were making grabby hands before Steve could put the tray down.

With a pointed look that they all ignored, Steve handed out the mugs.

It was in the mugs that they had all claimed at Steve's.

"Wait... Steve did you carry these all here?!" Asked Dustin, looking from the tray to Steve's still injured arms.

Quick as a flash, Steve vanished before the group could hound him for not "taking care of himself."

Whatever that meant.

Wayne chuckled as Steve burst in. Steve noticed that they'd waited for him, and began sipping his own tea with the Munsons.

Father had always said pink tea was best drank with the people you cared about.

Steve agreed.

(Did I write this purely cos I'm drinking pink tea now... Yes)

[alycias-wonderland]

it's nearly midnight but I just had a thought after reading a headcanon about how father figure!Ego acts by the lovely @maochira (truly love your works darling MWAH<3) and how he never thought about/had a chance to start a family{the headcanon? where he slowly starts seeing his assistant as his child is so cute}

however...!

what if on the day of the u-20 match as Ego is giving his speech, aloud shout of 'PAPA'! reverberates around the stadium that becomes dead silent. an identical girl and boy run up to the stage giggling and squealing, chanting 'papa, papa, papa we missed you!' as they attempt to climb the stage before both give up and make grabby hands at Ego who looks just as surprised as both teams.

as if the crowd and teams couldn't get more surprised, here comes you -a complete and total baddie- scooping the children into your arms and climbing the stage, flashing your husband a smile.

"surprise...?"came your feeble attempt at salvaging the situation. by now Ego had regained composure and freed you of the squirming children, warning sloppy kisses on both cheeks courtesy of his twins. blinking owlishly at the quietness of the field he spoke into the microphone, " oh right, this is my wife-" you wave to the crowd-" and these are my kids. " both kids reach for the microphone giggling and yelling an excited 'Hi!!' making the whole crowd 'awwww' at the cuteness. Ego frowned before turning to you, "where's the youngest?" you smiled and placed a small peck on his lips, "he's with my parents don't worry."

then everyone properly processed what Ego said and your blatant display of affection.

cue loud shouts of,

"YOU HAVE A FAMILY?!?!"

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

OOOKAY WELCOME BACK, apologies for the week-long delay, I was sick all week and had to deal with some other family stuff, but! I’m more than ready to watch now and might actually watch two eps, but we’ll see.

what is this episode six? SEASON 4 EPISODE SIX HERE WE GO

before i get started I’ve been thinking about Azure way too much and now I’m suspicious of how sketchy they make him and am second guessing my guess that he’s up to something, it’d sure be nice if they’re just doing that to throw us off and he fr is just chillin or doing his best, STILL SEEMS SKETCHY BUT AAAA

okay okay

so we got Tang, we got Mei, we got a glimpse of Mk, so this ep might be Mk and Pigsy? or maybe just one of them and they run into somebody else? Heck if i know LETS SEE WHAT ITS CALLED

oh

OHOHOHOHOHO

OKAY

ITS PIGSY AND SANDY THEN

SHOW ME THE MONSTER

OH EXCELLENT

BIG OL MASSIVE GIANT SWORD HOLY HECK SKELLETONS

RIP PIGSY FOR LANDING HEREBGD;SLFKMASDF

SHA WUJING TIME BABBYYYYYYYY

I love that Pigsy has his rake now and it looks natural for him to summon it but he still doesn’t identify as being Zhu Bajie, hang on WHAT IF THE TITLE IS ACTUALLY ABOUT PIGSY AND NOT SANDY WAITBGSDL;FM

HECK THAT’D BE INTERESTING BUT I DOUBT IT ANYWAY LETS WATCH THIS HECK I’M

its been a week my mind is whirling I HAVE TOO MANY THOUGHTS

SANDY MOMENT :D!!!!!

SCREAMS!!!

OKAY OKAY

SO

HECK WHATS GONNA HAPPEN?

HE ALRIGHT?

HE CRY

IS IT A TRAP?

SKETCHY?

HECK IF I KNOWGBS;LKFMAE

A H?

BABY???

Pigsy: ahaha, hang on a minute- Pigsy, internally: holy heck this ain’t good-

CAN’T EVEN REMEMBER SHA WHATS HIS NAMENBGLS;DMF

WHATEVER LEFT ALL THOSE BONES?

:D

SANDY RIGHT?

MAKES GRABBY HAND S

SANDY WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOINGBGLSFD;AWEF WHEEZINGNBSDLKMSDMFMODS

I’M

*star wars voice* ITS A TRAP

Nah that’s p funny dude whats with the uwu voiceHGL;KASJFSD

Those are some fire eyebrows ngl

AH YES NOT SO GREAT PIGSY GOTTA FIGHT TIME GHSD;LFJ

“uh.. yeah sure”

Pigsy fr

HELPGMLSDMFF

FINALLY A WORTHY CHALLANGER

U H

“oh nuts”

WHAT DID HE JUST

CALL THEMGNSDL;F

GIBRONIES??

HELP??

giant bros is what i got out of that for some reasongbsdl;fmks

ALSO MAN

U H

THAT’S A LOT OF DEAD GUYS KILLED BY SHA WUJING

POOPER SCOOPERSNLKDSF

OH LETS GO SHA WUJING TIME

HORRIFYING WE LOVE TO SEIGSD;LKSMF;OE

A FREAKING WRESTLING MATCHGBDSF;LMOEWF

OKAY CALLED IT THO PIGSY AND MK EP GOT IT

I AM

KINDA FILLED WITH MORE FEAR FOR MK THAN PIGSY RN FOR SOME REASONGNSDLFM

SWORD GIRL GUYGBDSFLK;MAOWE

Mk absolute beloved

I love how they’re animating him in this season actually he’s so shaped

SCREAMS

WE’RE HERE

OH PLS

THE

THE FLASH THERE

WITH MONKEY SMILING AND HANGING OUT AND SHOWING OFF

OH HECK MORE FLASH HANG ON FRAME BY FRAME TIME

paused on Wukongs smiling face and y’all I am normal about this monkey *nods nods*

Okay so stonneeeee again, cracking open like an EGGG

OH AND NOW WE GOT A LITTLE CARVED SONE MONKEY IN SOMEBODY’S HANDS CUPPED IN SOMEDOYS HANDS

kay well its not wukong’s hands, that sleeve is too flown, and the hanfu looks green nd gold hmm interesting

WELP YUP P MUCH CONFIMED MK STONE MONKEY OF SOME KIND IG WHICH ONE IS HE?? IS HE LIKE?? ONE OF THEM?? OR??? ANOTHER THING ENTIRELY?? WHAT APPROACH ARE THEY TAKING HERE?? AAAAAAAAAAA

AND THEN INK MONKEY MOMENT

is it monkey king… isss ittt- I mean it looks like him but it’d be funny if it just turned out to be ink Mk or something though I don’t know how that’d work GHSDLKF;JSD

Mk is big worried

oH BOY WE’VE GOT THE SILLIES, THE DORKS, THE PEOPLE THAT GREETED WUKONG AT THE DOOR GHSDLKFJAWEF

“FIFTY YEARS??”

B

BETWEEN THE TWO OF US

I’M

ECK

I’M GONNA CRY WHY THAT’S SO FUNNGYSBFAL;WEFM

MK

“Wowwww…” IMGMSDMNFL;SDKF

ALRIGHT

CALING HIM HEADBAND

MAYBE I CAN GIVE YOU POINTERS ON THE OTHER SEVENTY

THATS SO SILLY I LOVE HIMGNSD;LKFM

Its so funny how he’s just unphased by those guys, bruh’s been through enough that nothing anybody could say is impressive or threatening in this momentn;lsdkmfwe

THE SCREAMING BEHIND THE DOOR PLS GHSDL;FJ;SDF

AH MK SMILE

OH BIG SHADOW HELLO

OH OLD MAN SCOOP

HE’S SO EXCITED

PLEASE DON’T KILL HIS EXCITEMENT

.

AYO??????

SIR?????????????

YOU’RE NOT EVEN THE REAL GUY ARE YOU?? HOW DO YOU KNOW???? CONFUZZLEMENT??????? PARDON???? EXCUSE ME????? EXCUSIE MOI???

OKAY WELL BACK TO PIGSY AND SHA WUJING IG LETS GOOOO

Sandy’s biggest regret, all the lives he’s taken ig

OH

;-;

oh man

heck

here we go i’m gonna love this exchange probably

SO

OKAY

WELL

I ADORE THAT

PIGSY IS “well I aint’ that” *shrugs* LIKE

I LIKE THAT Y’KNOW

OKAY BUT NOW I’M WAITING FOR LIKE

EITHER SOFT MOMENT

OR BIG PIGSY MOMENT

SITS AND WAITS

I AM LOOKING FORWARD TO WHATEVER IT IS

FIGHT THE SANDY

AAAA PIGSSYYYYYY

OH THE WAY THEY ANIMATED HIS EXPRESSION DURING THE ALL THE WAY HOME PART PLEASE THAT’S EXCELLENTNBGGKMSDF

SKELLENTONS STILL YELLINGSDNF,MSDF

WHOAH HEY

HEY

OKAY WAIT

PAUSE PAUSE

KAY IS IT GONNA BE

THE YOU WANNA SEE A MONSTER

AND THEN HE GOES BIG

OR

IS IT GONNA BE DO YOU WANNA SEE A MONSTER AND HE SHOWS HIM A MIRROR TYPE THING

SORRY I JUST LOVE THESE CHARACTERS SM

AW

THINKS PIGSY’S WORTHY THAT’S SWEET- OH GENUINELY THO PIGSY BEING JUST AS POWERFUL MAKES ME HAPPY IG BGS;LDKFMSOF

OH BACK TO MK

YEAH HOW DO YOU KNOW SIFU

“there is little i do not know” OH YEAH ALRIGHT, THANKS GOOD EXPLINTION I’LL TAKE IT BGSL;DKFM

HEY WHY WHACKY

HEY

HEY R U D E

HOLDS MK IN MY ARMS GENTLY

DON’T HUSH HIM HE’S DOING HIS BEST AND HE TALKS WHEN HE’S NERVOUS

AND HAPPY

AND JUST IN GENERAL HE’S A DELGITHFUL LAD

STUTTERING VOCALLY OUT LOUD RN

“I’m I to believe Sun Wukong is the greatest master in history?” WDYM WHAT

HEY STOP HITTING MY BELOVED LAD

AND SHUSH HE IS PRETTY GREAT |;A;/ THATS HIS SIFU YOU TALKING ABOUT

HELPGMLFS

OKAY THERE WE GO

ITS I AM THE GREATEST

GOTCHA FAM YOU’RE DOING GREAT

HAHA

NOT THE ONLY REASON

SIR PLS HE’S THE MONKEY OF THE MIND ITS HIS THING

WHEEZINGNLSD;FKMSD

HELP

THIS MAN AGGRESSIVELY ASKING ALL THE QUESTIONS EVERYONE WATCHING THE SHOW’S BEEN ASKING PLS HGSLDFJ

DOES MK REMEMBER ANYTHING??

HECK WAIT I’MNOT READY FOR THIS IT’S BEEN FOUR SEASONS AND WE’RE GETTING ABCKSTORY I’M NOT READY

AW HIS FACE

PLS

SCREAMS

HE FR

HE FR

LOOK

OKAY I NEED AMOMENT

GIVE ME

TEN MOMENTS

AAAAAAA

|;A;/

ITS LITERALLY THE PICKING HIM UP OFF THE STREET AND GIVING HIM NOODLES TROPE I’VE BEEN THINKING ABOUT SINCE SEASON 1 PLS

anyway tho lad covered in mud, stone crack, yup, this lad a stone monkey BUT HEY I’M

HECK

WHAT DO I EVEN THINK ABOTU THIS WE FINE

Pigsy smiling at the little lad tho ;-; pls

i REMEMEBR PIGSY

AH??????

AH???????????

OH VERY WELL

HANG ON I’MJUST

WHAT IS THIS

HECK

HELPGFMDS

MK JUST THROWS UP

A H???

KAY WHAT AM I SUPPSOED TO THINK ABOUT ALL THIS HANG ON

IT FEELS LIKE ITS GOING SO SLOW AND SO FAST AT THE SAME TIME

HIS LITTLE FLASH THERE WITH LADY CRAFTING ANIMALS????

BROKEN STONE MONKE ON GGROUND???

WHAT IS ALL THIS HECK I FEEL LIKE I DON’T RECINGIZE ANY OF THIS RN ITS BEEN TOO LONG SINCE IV’E READ THE BOOK

Pls just give this lad back his mentor ;-;

HECK ALRIGHT PIGSY TIME

WOW

PIGSY ACTUALLY

VIBIN

OH

OH HECK HE HAD A MOMENT

|;A;/

HECK I DON’T HAVE ENOUGH BRAIN TO REALLY APPRECIATE THESE BITS RN

HYPE PIGSY MOMENT

THE BLUEST GUY I KNOW

;-;

YEAH

WELL

;-;

OH sha Wujing buddy

AW MO

PLS

AW

JUST TOOK MO

THE POWER OF THERAPY CAT

PLS

HEART SHAPED FIREWORKS

YUEAH LAND ON PIGSY

I LOVE YOU AL

AW HUG MOMENT

COME ON

YEAH ALRIGHT

SOFT MOMENTS

TANG SCREAMINGNLDSFDS

OKAY WELL THEY’RE SUS OF AZURE NOW TOO IG NICE FUN OKAYGBSDLFK

AAA WHERE’S MY MONKEEEYYY WHERE’S THE #1 MONKEY OF ALL TIIIIMMEEEE

we probably won’t see him huh

SO

LOOK

KAY

gimme a sec I need to think about this

it was used to form another okay

lays down hmm

hmmmmm I’m not sure

hoooowwww i feel about that

Y’know?

Like I’m all for cool monkey past and all that, v neat and stuff, but like :T I’m a big fan of swk being one of a kind, like who’s going there grabbing his rock and compressing it into another little monkey? unless it was like… he was designed spiciifcally to beat swk, if you know what i mean

u h

hang on hmmmmmmm

oKAY I’LL PROCESS THIS LATER MOVING ON

CAN’T BELIEVE THEY REALLY LEANED INTO NO PARENTS NO NAME FOR MK

.

actually big fan of that bit, i like that a lot

he’s gonna say something wrong and get hit in the head again right? I am-

MONKEY KINGNGSL;KMFSD

YEAH ALRIGHT

WELL THANK GOODNESS ITS NOT THAT

HGDSLKFJL;DSKAF

W RO N G

HMMMMM

INTERESTING

WELL

OKAY

SO WE’RE NOT GETTING A STRAIGHT ANSWER

“not even I know what you are” WELL THANKS THAT’S REAL HELPFUL

“I’m just Mk!”

“The Monkey. Kid?”

*surprised pikachu face* /j /j /j

HM OKAY HERE WE GO WHAT NOW

OH INK MOMENT HI

OH BOY

HORRIFYING THANKS

YOU NEED TO GET ON OUT OF THERE MATE

OH THE SHADOWY EYE THING

OH HI

MK OR MONKEY KING INK

AHA

MK INK

SO WHY AND HOW?????

OH THAT

OH I LIKED THAT THO

THE HEADTILT THING

BIG FAN

ALSO BIG FAN OF HIM NOT BEING WHAT MONKEY KING IS BUT SOMETHING ELSE THAT’S NEAT GLAD THEY DIDNT’ LITERALLY MAKE HIM LIKE

I DUNNO ANYWAY

UH

RIGHT

SO

RIGHT

U H

I FEEL LIKE I GOT EVERYTHING BUT ALSO MISSED A LOT Y’KNOW????

I’M STILL NOT SURE HOW I FEEL ABOUT MK BEING PART OF MONKEY KING’S ROCK EGG THING OR WHATEVER THE HECK HAPPENED THERE

BUT THE INK MONKEY MK LOOKS EXCELLENT

I DON’T KNOW WHAT HE’S DOING THERE THO SINCE LIKE

U H

ITS A JTTW BOOK HE WASN’T THERE DURING JTTW WAS HE??

I’M CONFUSED AS TO HOW THIS SCROLL WORKS MAN BUT MOVING ON

MONKEY MK REAL WE BEEN KNEW

OKAY I JUST WANT TO WATCH THIS WITH MY BROS NOW SO I’LL END THIS HERE

MIGHT WATCH EP 7 LATER TODAY OR THIS WEEK SINCE I DIDNT’ WATCH AN EP LAST WELL AS I MENTIONED, U H

SANDY’S BIGGEST REGRET, KILLING A RIDICULOUS AMOUNT OF PEOPLE, I DO FIND IT FUNNY HOW THERAPY CAT AND NOT SPEECH WAS WHAT IT TOOK TO SNAP HIM OUT OF IT GJDSFLSDF

MAYBE A BIT OF BOTH

I THINK THE SPEECH SAID MORE ABOTU PIGSY THAN SANDY THO GNEUINELY AND I’M VIBIN WITH THAT

ALSO I NEED TO CRY OVER PIGSY TAKING MK IN SCREAMS

I LIKE THESE CHARACTERS, BIG FAN OF THIS SHOW FR

HECK I REALLY WANT MORE PIGSY AND LITTLE MK MOMENTS, LIKE DESPERATELY, THEY SHOWED UP ONE MORE TIME I WANT LIKE A REAL FLASHBACK SO BADLY BUT I DION’T HTHIK WE’LL GET IT AAAAA

OKAY KNOX OUT

[tpwkwriter]

Sore loser

Day 2 of my 12 days of Christmas concept ⛸️

No warnings! Soft and domestic.

Hope you enjoy 🫶🏼

—————————

The last of the bags had been unpacked and set down, for the run up to Christmas the couple agreed to stay for 3 days up in y/n’s hometown and would stay over at her parents for the time being.

Y/n’s Family practically saw Harry as family, the approval couldn’t have been better.

Tonight was family ‘game night’ as they called and the couple were more then excited to be apart of it. H was most definitely the most competitive out of the two any team games or trivia were always a blast. But on the other hand y/n liked the feeling of the closeness and the shared laughs between everyone. Hence why Christmas was undoubtedly the best holiday

“Ryan buddy, you should be on uncle Harry’s team” Harry said to the just under three year old who sat beside him. “Uh uh Ryan come be with your auntie Y/n” she said making grabby hands are her little nephew. Ever since y/n’s sister had Ryan he’s always been attached to H, y/n would claim to be hurt by that but really she found it adorable. “Uncle hawwy” he says emphasising on the W as he can’t pronounce his ‘R’s yet. “Awww ry, replaced by my own nephew” with a big smile on his face Ryan beamed up at his ‘uncle’ “Guess he has Favourites babe” he said flashing a wink over to the girl. “I got board games!” Y/n’s mum exclaimed walking Into the room.

After what was nearly 3 n a half hours of random board games of course it was time for the dreaded ‘trivia pursuit” which always led to any side of the family having high competition and debates about who’s winning. “I don’t know if this is how we play babe” y/n said reading over the instructions. “It is darling your just losing” he said calmly and continuing to move his piece around the board “harr-“ she quickly got cut off “Ryan..WE WON” he exclaims not hesitating to stand up and picking Ryan up who probably had no idea of the situation but just knew he was loving. “Babe, you cheated” y/n laughed “heeeyy, did Not y’jus a sore loser my love” “My goodness you two and your competition” her mum laughed leaving the room to check on the dinner that was currently cooking. Once the evening was reaching a finish and the last of y/n’s family headed home the couple went into the spare room (which was y/n’s teenage room) which was going to be there’s for the next 3 days “how are you liking it up here hmm?” Y/n asks finally climbing into bed “s’interesting seeing where you grew up, and of course seeing you lose y’own game” he smirked “Harry!!!” She said swatting his arm “s’only cos you cheated” she pouted “m’only kidding lovie, now c’mere and give me some love” he says leaning back on the headboard with open arms, even in a pouty mood she never denied the comfort of his arms and happily obliged. “makes me excited to have Christmas with y’mum” she mumbled into his chest “yeah?” He asks pressing a kiss to the crown of her head “we’re all excited lovie, first Christmas together gonna be so special” he adds holding her tighter, though the couple have been together nearly 4 years crazily this will be there first Christmas together in there own home as they’ve always been with there family for Christmas Day as this year y/n will be hosting for Harry’s family making it that one bit more special.

[miadeardn]

okay so i have been thinking very extensively about a flash family movie à la into the spiderverse

wally west is the main character, he's 14/15 and obsessed with the flash, not knowing that he's his uncle. eobard thawne, in an attempt to strengthen his own powers and take away barry's so he can kill him and replace him, creates a machine that can tap into the speedforce (or something like that). so barry goes to stop him and wally follows him because who would pass up a chance to see the flash in action? barry attempts to destroy the machine but he isn't able to completely dismantle it before it deploys. wally gets caught in the blast, which grants him superspeed and a connection to the speedforce. barry loses his powers and is severely injured from the explosion and when wally runs down to try and help him barry reveals his secret identity and gives wally his flash ring, telling him to run and not let thawne find him. wally obeys but stays behind just long enough to watch thawne kill barry.

the machine's explosion disrupted the speedforce and everyone who had been tapping into it when it exploded gets pulled into wally's universe. this includes an alternate universe barry, bart allen/impulse, jay garrick/flash, jesse chambers/jesse quick, max crandall/max mercury, irey west/impulse and jai west/kid flash, and jess chambers/kid quick (plus maybe don and dawn allen/the tornado twins and jenni ognats/XS but things might get real confusing with the whole allen family tree in one place). they'd all have a bit like in spiderverse where they say "my name is [name] and i'm the fastest [man/woman/kid] alive" and explain their origin stories. it would be funny to see bart and irey bicker over who was impulse first and see wally freak out over meeting his kids from an alternate universe

they all have to work together to defeat thawne and go back to their universes because the speedforce is messed up. wally gets mentored by the older flashes and gains the confidence to follow in barry's footsteps and become his universe's flash (like rebirth wally west) and its all just a bunch of flash family bonding! this is mostly self-indulgent because i want to see all of the flash fam together in one universe

[lyralit]

ꜰɪꜰᴛʏ ꜱᴇᴛᴛɪɴɢꜱ ᴛᴏ ꜱᴇᴛ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪᴘ

a modern-day city: flashy signs, culture, people

a countryside town: farms, markets, fresh air

a school: students, uniforms, classes

a small house: shared rooms, large meals, family games

a large house: empty halls, quiet nights, loneliness

a swim meet: slick floors, loud whistles, team cheers

a workplace: offices, papers, chaos

a blog: curated posts, a careful eye, also chaos

a government facility: taps of shoes, brisk orders, sharpness

a farm: fields and haystacks, ladders, checkered tablecloths

a ship: the sunset on water, crashing waves, sliding cutlery

a ball: swishing gowns, champagne flutes, lilting music

a club: the press of bodies, pounding music, hoarse voices

a kid's party: a character appearance, ice-cream cake, colourful balloons and stacks of presents

a medieval castle: rich silks, red wine, bustling people

a cottage in the woods: soft birdsong, quiet chores, open lake

a space station: dark abyss, beeping machines, emptiness

a superhero facility: training grunts, advanced tech, posters

a football game: spotlights, cheers, divided colours

a movie theatre: quiet giggles, spilled popcorn, sticky hands

a tennis match: bonk, bonk, bonk

a dingy basement: a lighter, a coil of rope, a can of oil

a restaurant (customer): close tables, quiet chatter, That One Screaming Kid

a restaurant (worker): stacking orders, clinking coins, greasy floors

a flower shop: cloying sweetness, dampness, the crinkle of plastic

a grocery store: the squeal of cart wheels, scrape of boxes, crackle of the announcements

a witch hut: bubbling cauldron, bright potions in round bottles, funky jars of ingredients

a bakery: fresh bread, tinkling bells, morning sun

a ruin: dust, beating sun, crumbling rock

a wedding: smashed cake, white lace, cheers

a cliff: crashing waves, swaying reeds, sharp rocks

a concert: nicest clothes, gilded halls, the sound of music

a bank vault: beeping alarms, flashing lights, piles of coins

a sauna: slick tiles, misted mirrors, stifling air

a mine: scuttling rocks, the clank of picks, cool breeze

a cruise ship: bouncy music, sound of laughter, ocean wind

a diner: neon lights, booths, milkshakes with a straw and cherry

a garden: soft breeze, shifting leaves, green flowers

a graveyard: crunch of stones, eerie lighting, the whisper of trees

a house party: clink of glasses, soft voices, flowery perfume

a family dinner: roaring laughter, grabby children, sense of warmth

a foreign planet: rising smoke, hissing steps, green faces

a prison: scratches on walls, thumps of boots, creaking of cots

a jungle: cry of birds, rustling of trees, patter of rain

a gaming room: click of keyboards, flash of lights, scroll of mouses

a forest: howl of wolves, whistle of wind, crunch of underbrush

a waiting room: tick of the clock, tapping of feet, flip of magazines

a lounge: jazzy music, gilded mirrors, plush chairs

a sporting event: cheering crowds, bags of snacks, flashing videos

a fantasyland: roar of dragons, clank of metal armour, thump of horse hooves

[wintergojo]

cherry blossom (dad!gojo x mom!reader) [modern au]

synopsis: gojo spends four days of lockdown with his family.

tags: no curses au, covid era, fluff, slice of life, domesticity, college professor gojo, college professor reader, working from home, kissing, gojo jr. loving his parents too much

wc: 2.2k

navi

note: apparently japan didn’t enforce lockdown during the outbreak of covid in 2020, but i'm gonna say they did to make this fic work lmao.

sunday

"what about this, baby?” you held up a flashcard showing a cute cartoon white jellyfish with light blue spots sporting two sparkly eyes and a cat smile, the characters ‘jellyfish’ printed below in black ink.

seishiro stands in front of your sitting form on the round fur carpet, staring intently at the flashcard while holding his panda stuffed toy.

his face lights up after a while, grinning with his milk teeth as he answers, "jewifishies!"

you pinch his chubby cheek. "great job, seishi! and where can you find jellyfishies?"

"mr. sea!"

"that's right! aaaand this…?"

you were shuffling the cards in your hand trying to find another animal when you suddenly heard the door click. you paid it no mind, you know it's your husband coming back from buying groceries to stock up, but you can't greet him from the door as usual.

your toddler begged to differ though.

seishiro was no longer standing in front of you in less than a second, prompting you to swiftly stand up and get to the genkan when you heard running little footsteps against the hardwood floor followed by "dada!!"

"no, seishi!"

"dumpling, stop!"

you grabbed your son away from almost touching his virus-laden father, maybe a little too roughly, because he started crying (which doesn't happen a lot) as you carried him and walked away from the front door.

"shh, baby. i'm sorry. mama didn't mean to hurt you." you rub his slightly red little arms before wiping away his tears, kissing his forehead in the process.

seishiro hiccups and sniffs. "mama and dada… shouted at seishi…" he weakly responds, burying his head on your neck.

you feel your heart break as you apologize once more to your baby, explaining that you both didn't mean to raise your voice at him as well as why he couldn't touch dada if he's from the outside.

since the pandemic just started in japan, your 29-month-old baby has not yet fully grasped the concept of what was happening outside the comfort of his home, why the three of you can't go to the supermarket together (or anywhere, for that matter), and why every day is not playtime even though both of his parents are home.

while you were talking with your son, satoru disinfects the bags of groceries and himself in the doorway, making sure every inch has been sprayed before going to the kitchen and putting the bags on the counter.

he passes through the open door frame leading to the living room on his way to the bathroom and sees you cuddling the dumpling on your lap while wiping his tears. seishiro spots him instantly, pouty lips jutting more.

satoru exaggeratingly pulls his lips down and dramatically bats his eyelashes at the toddler, before raising his right arm and making grabby hands in the same manner. seishiro cries again upon seeing his father's fake sad face as he unsuccessfully attempts to get out of your hold and run to your husband.

the older man flashes the both of you a grin as he puts his arm down and sends a flying kiss. "dada will hug you in a while, dumpling! just wait for a few minutes, okay?"

your husband makes his way to the bathroom without waiting for response, leaving you to calm the crying baby in your arms once again.

you brought your sniffling toddler into the kitchen and sat him on the counter, before asking him to help you take the groceries out as a poor attempt to distract the toddler from his father's momentary absence.

you were in the middle of explaining to the curious boy what you use the bottle of sake he's holding for when your husband suddenly appeared on the door, freshly showered and snowy hair still damp.

"dada's here now!" satoru cheerfully exclaims, comically walking towards seishiro with his arms wide open.

"dada!!" the toddler automatically stands up from his sitting position and hops into his father's hug, wrapping his own arms tightly around the taller man's neck.

"my precious dumpling! did you miss dada?"

satoru feels his son nodding against the junction of his neck, before the boy raises his head and presses a wet kiss on his father's rosy lips.

you see your husband's ocean eyes change into something with a mischievous glint as he starts exchanging kisses with your baby (meaning just them kissing each other alternately on different parts of their face).

you watch their dramatics with a sardonic smile. satoru has been literally away for three hours tops and they were playing together before he left, yet your baby boy produced so much tears upon not getting to embrace his father after he has been away for a few hours.

your husband looks at you after getting his love (and saliva) all over his dumpling’s face and vice versa, before smiling slyly as he slowly walks towards you. he wraps his other arm not holding your baby around your waist, making seishiro instantly frown over the display.

“did mama miss me too?” he asks, leaning in to press his lips on yours but is stopped by a loaf of bread getting shoved in between you and him. you both turn to look at the little white-haired culprit, who flashes you both a very toothy smile he knows both his parents can’t resist.

seishiro lets out a sheepish hehe before making grabby motions at you and wiggling out of his father’s hold. you take him from your husband, and your baby immediately presses a loud kiss on your lips, earning him a whine from his father.

monday

“yuuji-kun, tell me what you know about bioremediation.” satoru says, looking at the pink, spiky-haired teenager wolfing down his snack (it’s 2 p.m.) consisting of fried rice and egg on his screen. your husband allows his students to eat in the middle of classes even before they had to switch online, and that has not changed even now.

“yes, sensei!” yuuji replies, motioning a brief salute before drinking a glass of water and proceeding to his answer.

satoru listens intently until the teen finishes answering, about to call another student when the door suddenly opens and a cheerful miniature gojo satoru appears into his camera.

“dada!! seishi is done napping!” the toddler says before holding onto satoru’s thighs and climbing onto his father’s lap. your husband’s momentary surprise faded when his students suddenly opened their microphones and cooed, some even greeting the baby verbally and on chat.

satoru clicks the “stop video” option and presses alt + a to turn his microphone off before facing the child on his lap.

“dumpling, dada’s at work.” he says, darting his pupils to the powerpoint presentation and the students on his screen who are now spamming the chat demanding for him to turn his camera back on and show his son.

said son looks at him sadly, “but seishi wants to play with dada...”

your husband’s face fell, slowly starting to share his son’s emotions.

“don’t you wanna have fun with mama? dada will join soon.”

“nooo. seishi don’t want to wake up mama.” the boy sulkily responds, bending down and tucking his head on satoru’s stomach.

he sighs. you’re probably resting after your noon class. the lockdown’s probably starting to take a toll on you (what with work and a super energetic toddler, also your husband, 24/7) and he’s been noticing that you’re getting a lot more tired faster than usual.

“how about the playroom? you have lots of toys there!”

seishiro raises his head up and looks at his father, then shifts it back to where it was. “no…”

“dumpling…”

the boy in his lap sits up straight again, gazing at his father with the puppiest eyes he has ever seen. damn. is this how you feel when both of them flashes you that look? he already knows he won’t be able to say no to whatever his dumpling’s about to ask.

“can seishi have long huggies?” he asks instead, opening his short arms outward.

oh no. his dumpling is asking for cuddles and satoru is a huge fool for his son and he knows he can’t resist him.

but he must.

his class is still ongoing and it’s been minutes since he got interrupted. there are students relying on the wisdom and knowledge (not really) of their great teacher.

“seishi can after dada finishes teaching. have long huggies with mama first, okay?”

“noo!! seishi wants dada.” he firmly huffs, now completely sulking with arms crossed in front of his chest.

your husband contemplates. he’s starting to not care about his classes and just cuddle with his little dumpling for the rest of the lockdown.

the older man was snapped out of his thoughts with a highly familiar sassy voice. "senseei, just hold your dumpling while teaching. give him his huggies. we'd rather see a cute baby than an old man anyways." it was nobara.

satoru whips his head to the zoom, wondering how she knew about those huggies (the dumpling stuff he wasn't, everyone knows that's what your husband calls your son). he saw that his microphone wasn't turned off and that his students all probably heard his whining baby and their professor compromising with said baby.

seishiro looks in the same direction as his father, giggling and pointing at the screen as he recognizes the ginger-haired girl with a shopping mall as her background. "pwetty nee-chan!!"

nobara smirks upon being called by the baby and your husband lets out his last defeated sigh. he opens his camera back on, genuinely a little hurt by that "old man" comment but delighted nevertheless by how his students like his child.

"your wish is my command. just don't tell the yaga about this." satoru then settles seishiro properly on his lap, holding him with his left arm while the other hand controls his mouse.

he hears and sees his students say "yeees" or "hi baby!" while he's telling his dumpling to teach nee-chans and nii-chans with him.

your son's sulky demeanor is now replaced with his usual cheerfulness, although he's rather well-behaved on satoru's lap and content with wrapping his arms around his father's neck and resting his head against his chest.

your husband resumes where he left, discussing the concepts of bioremediation while rubbing seishiro's back in an attempt to get him back to slumber. he noticed some students looked less like zombies now that he's teaching with a sweet baby in his arms.

tuesday

it's been two hours since the three of you ate dinner, one and a half hours since your husband and son went into the toddler's playroom, and 15 minutes since seishiro yawned and told his dada he feels sleepy.

he couldn't remember the last time he tucked his son into bed. was it three weeks ago? a month ago? he wasn't sure.

he admired his son for a while. imprinting every detail of his sleeping face into his mind. how his dumpling's long arctic eyelashes rest against his cheekbones, how cute and boopable his little nose looks, how his rosy lips he uses to kiss both of you and express his love are slightly open to release carbon dioxide.

and most especially how his small chubby hands keep instinctively holding his big ones tighter whenever he attempts to move away.

so he doesn't. the father closes his eyes and leans down to put his head on his son's chest. trying to memorize the steady beat of the boy's heart that he and his wife made.

he's definitely never going to stay late at the university again.

wednesday

it's early morning, your husband has no class (he only has to grade papers he's not in the mood to read), your first class is two hours before lunchtime, which is why he has not gotten out of bed nor woken you despite being up for 10 minutes now.

he woke up early out of habit and he can't go back to sleep, so resorts to watching you sleep in his arms and ponder how much he loves waking up to see your face and your hair splayed out on the pillows.

you would usually be awake at this time too, but classes yesterday must have tired you out more than usual (understandable, you're both still adjusting to this kind of setup).

your husband presses a chaste kiss on your lips before getting up, tiptoeing out of the room, and going into seishiro's. satoru then quietly enters his son's huge crib, kisses him on his forehead, then oh so gently lifts him up and carries him bridal style. just like he does whenever his dumpling falls asleep watching television.

he then lays the sleeping angel next to the angel's goddess of a slumbering mother. you instinctively wrap your arm around your son's little form as soon as his skin touches yours, and seishiro mumbles "wuv mama".

satoru smiles, enjoying the hues of pink and purple slowly illuminating the room as he watches his two favorite people in the world.

ps. i firmly believe that gojo is deeply concerned about global warming & climate change so if he's not a sorcerer he'd teach something related to the environment (u can't change my mind).

thank you so much for reading! feedback and rbs are highly appreciated! 😚😚

[stripperblvd]

Heyy so sorry about your break up but hey hot girl summer. Anyways can I make a request for plus sized fem!reader x Eddie Munson. Him showing her that he doesn’t care what she looked like and all that jazz. Feel better 😽

Precious (Eddie Munson x plus sized!reader)

Warnings: Body image issues, mentions of food restriction, slight mention of maybe some action. 

Word Count: 2k 

Eddie couldn’t wait to get his hands on you. After so many practices and a shit ton of planning for Hellfire, he finally had the time to spend a full weekend with you. It just made it even better that your parents had left for just a little under a week, meaning the entire weekend could be spent in each other's arms, wasting the hours entangled in a cocoon of love and adoration, Eddie’s giddy mannerism visible a mile away. He was hoping to spend this friday’s evening simply resting on your chest, or maybe have you curled up on his lap while the two of you watched whatever the fuck Robin and Steve had recommended at the Family video, maybe even get himself some lucky time with you. Truly he couldn’t be more excited. 

Hearing his van pull up you perked up, turning the stove off and pouring the hot water that had been previously boiling into a long pitcher with some sweet flavored tea to leave cooling for tomorrow's iced tea batch. You placed your hands over the steaming liquid, chasing away the early December cold from your hands as you heard the door open, heavy footsteps following and closing in on the room you were currently standing in as the lock was heard being placed, a grin spreading itself naturally on your face. 

“My queen! I have returned!” Eddie yelled, dramatically jogging to the kitchen, and setting down a bunch of bags on the table before slumping on the kitchen’s refrigerator, holding his hand tightly to his chest. He looked at you with a look of desperation, facial features twisting to form an incredibly exaggerated face of exhaustion. “C’mere baby, I’m in serious need of some lovin.” he smirked, finally standing to his full height, lanky limbs allowing him to be a good few inches taller than you. You couldn't help the giggle that bubbled up in your throat, walking slowly and tauntingly as he whined, making those adorable grabby hands. In a flash he ran to you, grasping your body close to his and encasing you in his musky aroma, his hair tickling you as your arms wrapped around his waist. 

“Got’cha pretty girl.” he whispered, arms around your neck as his hand slowly made its way to your chin, lifting it slightly to pucker his lips towards yours. “Mm, looks like it huh?” you smiled, closing your eyes and feeling his pretty kisses, all over your face and finally, on your lips, your mouth moving in sync with his as he pressed his hand to your cheek, his other one dropping to your lower back and pressing you even further into him, your frames molding to each other’s silhouette, warmth spreading all over your chest. 

“I got us the munchies, some movies, snacks for later and I also got some of that pie that we get down at Tony’s” he smiled, pulling apart from you only slightly so that his words wouldn’t slur against your lips. Your smile dropped slightly, but you fully broke away, turning to the sink. “Yeah, okay baby you can go put the stuff in my room, I’ll bring plates and cups.” you said, leaning over the small cave in the counter. He came up behind you, kissing the top of your head and then placing his hand right over your tummy, kissing your cheek. “I’ll be waiting for you then.” he said, the rustle of plastic wafting through the space as you heard him leave the room, treading hastily to your bedroom on the second floor. 

You couldn’t help the slight tremble that made your elbows give out slightly. A deep breath being taken right into your lungs as you closed your eyes momentarily. Opening them again only to reach to the small door right in front of you and swinging it open, reaching for two plates and another couple of plastic cups for you and your Eddie.  Your stomach twisted as you made your way up to where Eddie was. Your feet entered the room, bending your leg once you were inside to fully close the door, a habit that you knew you didn’t exactly have to keep up since no one would be in your home other than you and your boyfriend for the next few days. 

A grin couldn’t be helped as you saw your pretty boy, rummaging through a KFC bag and pulling out a fry that he quickly popped into his mouth, turning his big floof of hair towards you and looking at you with slightly wide eyes as a smile crinkled the sides of his cheeks, a dimple winking at you from his face before he laughed. “Couldn’t help myself babe. But look,” he said, showing you the cover of a film, likely whatever Steve and Robin had put on his check out list. It was a copy of Chainsaw Massacre, a film you both loved due to its very comical depiction of horror, well comical according to Eddie. 

“Least they didn’t put some random fucking animal documentary.” he laughed, chewing the fry in his mouth and going over to your TV stand to start putting the tape in so you two could comfortably watch it. You took a moment to look at him. His hair was less frizzy than usual, probably because the cold really did help his brown curls, he had kicked off his boots, leaving him in just his jeans and beloved Hellfire shirt, his leather jacket and patch vest neatly placed on top of the chair in front of your desk. His ringed fingers toyed with the player, back hunched as he bent to get a better view of all the buttons. “If you keep staring at me I’ll get a boner princess.” he laughed, not taking his eyes off the player but feeling your intense stare. 

“Didn’t realize looking at my boyfriend was a crime.” you whispered, setting the plates at the edge of your bed, and taking a crossed legged seat on your mattress. Another laugh, and you heard a click as he pressed play, allowing the beginning of the movie to start. Eddie walked over, placing the food in the middle of the bed and taking out pieces of fried chicken, allowing them to rest on their respective plates as he poured some fries into your plate first, setting the second half on his and grabbing ketchup packets from the bottom of the bag. “Got mash in there too if you want it.” he spoke, words slightly muffled by the packet of condiment between his teeth as he ripped it, spreading the red sauce on a place where he could successfully bite without making a big mess. “Okay.” you smiled, his hand quickly pulling you towards him as the movie started. 

Nearly 15 minutes in and he had already finished his piece and some fries, your plate still nearly full as you toyed with a little piece of french fry, having only eaten maybe a couple, your piece of chicken still intact. You hoped he wouldn’t notice, but you knew it was inevitable, especially when he looked over at you, frowning. “What's wrong.” he said, scrambling off to pause the film before pushing the meal to the side and sitting on his knees before you. 

“What do you mean?” you asked, faking an innocent little miniature smile as you tilted your head towards him. “Don’t do that baby, you know what I mean. I bring over a tub of your favorite chicken and you can barely touch it? So tell me, what’s wrong, is it midterms?” he asked, placing his hands on your thighs, making your cringe a little. He noticed it, looking down at your bottom half, which was exposed to him from your sleeping shorts, giving them a small squeeze. 

You couldn’t keep up with his intense stare, opting to fidget with your hands instead, picking at a little scab you had on your thumb. You could feel his intense gaze on you, much like he had felt yours on him prior to settling down. It was useless to try and fight it, knowing Eddie he’d probably drop it when hell froze over. But you couldn’t bring yourself to admit exactly what it was, choosing a more subtle approach. 

“It’s just, ya know. Maybe I should cut back on the junk food a little.” you shrugged, looking up at him momentarily but quickly looking away as he frowned, leaning towards you a little. “The hell are you talking about.” his voice was truly just above a whisper, confused as to why you would say something like that. 

“Well, you know. I mean look at me. Wouldn’t hurt to cut a couple of pounds.” you whispered, feeling the slightest hint of tears hitting your eyes, just small enough to blink back before he could see the fall. Eddie was taken aback, his heart breaking as he looked at the girl he loved, hiding herself more and more from him as his silence filled the room like a stone clogging a small little stream of water. He felt horrid, not knowing when these thoughts had started festering in your mind, but hating himself for not noticing when it happened, allowing them to simmer in your brain and influence your actions. He could have that, pulling you towards your door, where your full view mirror hung. 

“Who’s that in the mirror?” he whispered, forcing you to look at him through the reflection as he wrapped his arms around you, settling his chin on your shoulder, allowing his brown mop of hair to settle between you and him. “It’s us.” you said, now it was your turn to be confused, why was he doing this. 

“Damn right it’s us. Eddie and Y/N, my Y/N, my beautiful,” he paused to place a kiss on your shoulder, “Perfect,” another small one on your neck, and lastly one on your cheek as he finished his sentence, “Amazing girlfriend.” 

You wiggled slightly in his warm embrace, feeling the trace of a small grin growing on your face. He spoke again, “I don’t care what the fuck caused this pretty little head of yours to think that. Look at me.” he said plainly, forcing you to lock an intense stare with him through the reflective surface of your mirror. “But it’s all bullshit. Bullshit okay? You’re perfect, you’re perfect in every single way and I’m stupid lucky to be able to call you mine. So what if you’re not thin like those cheerleaders at school or those girls in a magazine. That doesn't mean you aren’t gorgeous, my love. My baby girl is the prettiest, hottest and down right most drop dead beautiful girl in all of Hawkins.” His words made your heart clench as he squeezed you tighter, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “My princess is so so so gorgeous, I love every single part of you, I love your body, I love feeling you on me when we sleep, I love holding you when we’re out. Andddddd, I love making love to you.” he smirked, making you close your eyes and slap his forearm. 

“Eddie!” you shrieked, laughing a little with how romantic and forward he was being. “It’s true! It’s all true.” he exclaimed, turning you around and blindly walking backwards, setting you on the bed and kneeling before you. “I don’t want you to ever bring yourself down like that, understand?” he said, looking up at you, eyes growing with what you could only describe as adoration, a look that forced you to nod your head, believing each word that he had just uttered on your behalf. 

It didn’t take long for his lips to find yours, kissing you sweet, slow, like he had just returned from war and he couldn’t wait to once again taste you. When you broke apart, he climbed back into bed with you, sitting with his back to the headboard as he guided you between his legs, hands settling on your waist. 

“Now, eat baby, I didn’t freeze my ass off driving to that place for my girl to deny my humble offering.” he smiled, handing you your plate, and grabbing his own to settle with as he grabbed the remote to play the movie. 

You cannot convince me that Eddie wouldn’t swoon if his girl had thick thighs, no feeling insecure in this household, Edward Munson ain’t picky when it comes to his baby.

7-18-22