#i’m just tired of my parents putting so much pressure on me

[ihearnocomplaints]

I point you all to my ko-fi page once more -> link

my parents, enraged that I didn’t sort a massive mound of clothes yesterday (after doing the other chores they asked), essentially decided they are going to start charging me rent.

So this is just in preparation for that moment when they do start asking. I’m still trying to save up to move out. It’s not a huge deal yet (idk how much they’re going to charge) so there’s no pressure to donate.

I work a full time job so I can’t really give much in return. But I can take doodle requests upon proof of donation! I’ll doodle any DCA you want.

Thanks.

[jordyn14]

Request

Angst turning into fluffff???

I was wondering if you could write more about Joe and y/n becoming parents. With like troubled that lead to arguments but they talk it out. I HAVE NO IDEA IF THIS MAKES SENSE 😭.no pressure!🤍

Pairing: Joe Burrow x fem first person

Words: 4601

Notes: I kind of combined this fic with another request: Is there any way you’d be able to write a second part of them just bonding with Noa and the team meeting Noa?

I would be lying if I said bringing a newborn home from the hospital was easy, because it’s not. It has been the most amazing thing bonding with her and watching Joe become a dad to our precious little girl, but it’s exhausting as well. Most nights, Joe and I only get a few hours of sleep because if I’m not feeding her, one of us is changing her diaper or walking the halls with her to try and calm her down when she starts to cry. On the plus side, it’s already been a week since we brought our little Noa home and none of us are dead yet, so there’s that…although sometimes it feels like I might when she wakes us up.

I walked down the steps very carefully, clinging onto the staircase as I focused on every single step. My body was starting to feel so much better, but those few days after giving birth were the worst and it hurt so much to stand up, so I was still walking around like I would break any second, and Joe was too. Whenever I would stand up, he wouldn’t take his eyes off of me, and he usually was right by my side when I walked up and down the stairs. Typical Joe.

Joe was easy on the eyes but even more beautiful on the inside. To say that he has been absolutely amazing would be the understatement of the century. During feedings, he’s right there with me, making sure that if I’m not sleeping, he’s not sleeping. Everything has been a lot easier because of him and I make sure to thank him everyday for it.

Once I got downstairs, I yawned while walking over to the couch. As soon as Joe heard me, he looked up at me with those gorgeous blue eyes and that amazing pearly white smile. “Hey baby, how are you feeling?” Joe asked me. I laughed a little bit and walked past him and gently sat down on the couch next to him. “Tired.” I said and looked down at little Noa as she slept soundly in his arms. She was absolutely perfect. She had the most amazing blue eyes, just like Joe and the cutest nose in the entire world that looked exactly like Joe’s. She was like his spitting image.

Joe chuckled a little bit and kissed the top of my head. “I know, but isn’t this amazing? We have a family.” Joe said and rested his head on top of mine. Gently, I put my hand on Noa’s tiny foot and started stroking it gently. I felt like I always wanted to be near her, or at least see her at all times. It was like I was connected to her still and felt empty when she wasn’t with me. It was such a weird yet beautiful feeling.

“This is everything I always wanted. I love our little family.” I said. I could feel Joe shaking his head that was resting on mind. “Can you imagine when our little tiger can come to my games next season? I’m going to be the luckiest man in that entire stadium with my beautiful wife and daughter up in that suite.” He said. Our little tiger. As soon as Joe found out I was pregnant and because we didn’t know if it was a boy or girl yet, he started calling her his or our little tiger. It made my heart skip a beat every time I heard it because it was so special. It reminded me of the day I told him I was pregnant and that he was going to be a dad. Now I got to watch him be a dad, and it was amazing.

“Or when she’s old enough to realize that it’s her daddy that’s on the field? I can just see her now pointing at you and asking if that’s her daddy.” I said, smiling down at her as I imagined taking Noa into the stadium when she is old enough to know that her dad is the one playing in the game. I could tell Joe was smiling from ear to ear from above me while imagining what that would be like. To be on that field knowing that his wife and daughter were up there cheering for him. It made me excited just thinking about it.

While we sat there and talked about how perfect our little tiger was and how it felt to be new parents, she started to wiggle in joes arms and fuss a little. Immediately I knew that was her ‘I’m hungry’ fuss. I never believed Robin when she told me that I would be able to understand what she wanted or why she was crying until l started to be able to tell a few days ago. It’s crazy, but she was right. If there’s one thing to know about Robin, is that 99.9% of the time, she’s right.

A week later, the lack of sleep was really catching up on me, but we were getting by without fighting, thankfully. I walked downstairs after getting dressed and found Joe sitting on the couch again, holding Noa who was crying. I knew she was hungry, so I pulled my shirt and bra down a little bit as I made my way over to them. Today was supposed to be the day that some of the team was coming over to see her for the first time, and Joe was super excited.

From the very start of the pregnancy, he always told me how excited he was to show the team his son or daughter, especially Ja’marr and Sam since they’ve known Joe for a long time. Today, only Ja’marr, Sam, Tee, and ted were coming over to see her for the first time.

Once I reached Joe, I grabbed her from his arms and started bouncing her slightly in my arms. As soon as she felt me, she latched right on and stopped fussing. I let out a big sigh and closed my eyes while rocking her in my arms. “Are you okay down here if I go upstairs and get ready real quick?” Joe asked me while he gently hugged me. He grabbed the back of my head and placed a kiss on my lips and then kissed my forehead. “Yes, Joe. I’m not completely incompetent just because I gave birth.” I kind of snapped at him a little bit. Joe looked down at me with a worried look in his eyes, but I walked away and to the couch, not in the mood to talk right now.

“Hey, hey, talk to me, baby.” Joe said and started to follow after me. I sat down on the couch and looked down at Noa who was looking right up at me while she drank. Seeing her all scrunched up with those bright blue eyes looking up at me made me feel so complete. “There’s nothing to talk about. Just go and get ready.” I said. I began to yawn again and shook my head after, trying to wake myself up more. Unlike Joe, I had a hard time going straight to bed after I was woken up by Noa’s cries. Joe and I were opposites when it came to sleeping. While I was a deep sleeper, he woke up at any noise he heard. While I took a little bit of time to go to bed, Joe was out within seconds, which means I haven’t been getting as much sleep as him.

Joe kneeled down in front of me and put his hands on my thighs. “It’s not good to keep things bottled up, I know that better than anyone.” Joe said, looking up at me with those same eyes as Noa. “I said I’m fine.” I said. I really didn’t know why I was snapping at him. I wasn’t mad at him. If anything, I loved him even more than I did when we weren’t parents, and I didn’t think that was possible. “You need to get more sleep tonight.” Joe said and reached up to tuck a strand of hair that fell in front of my face behind my ear. “More sleep? What does that mean? Can you not stand to look at your ugly wife with bags under her eyes?” I snapped at joe again. My brain was so foggy and I was so irritable. I hated feeling this way. I hated being mad at him.

“I didn’t mean that and you know it.” Joe said and was about to open his mouth to say something else but I talked over him. “Just go get ready, Joe.” I said and looked away from him quickly and to Noa who now had her eyes closed. I guess she was a heavy sleeper like me.

With a defeated sigh, Joe stood up and started walking away from me. I listened to his footsteps as he walked up the stairs and then shut the bedroom door. As I sat there in my thoughts, I couldn’t stop the tears from streaming down my face. I was so stressed and sleep deprived that I was taking it out on a joe and I felt terrible about it. While he was being an amazing husband and doing everything humanly possible to make things easier on me, I was being so incredibly rude. He didn’t deserve that.

After a few minutes, Noa stopped drinking and fell completely asleep in my arms. While still crying, I stood up from the couch slowly and started making my way to the stairs. The whole time, I made sure not to make any sudden moves because I didn’t want to wake her. All I wanted to do was go upstairs and apologize to Joe for being an absolute dick to him.

When I got upstairs, I walked over to the bedroom door and opened it up. After I swung it open, I heard the faucet running from inside the bathroom, so I walked over and set Noa down in her bassinet that was right next to the bed. Sniffling a little, I turned around as the water was turned off and saw Joe who was walking over to me. Joe scanned my face and after reading my expression and seeing the tears in my eyes, wrapped me in his arms. I began to cry into Joe’s chest while we both held each other so tightly. “I’m so, so sorry, Joe. I don’t know why I’m so angry.” I said. “Shhh, shhh. Look at me baby. Look at me.” Joe said. I leaned back from Joe and looked up at him as he led us over to the bed. Both of us sat down on it, still holding each other.

I kept sniffling over and over again and wiping my tears. Hell, I didn’t even know why I was crying so much. “When I told you you needed more sleep, that wasn’t me trying to be a dick. I also wasn’t saying that because I thought you looked ugly, because that’s impossible.” Joe said and cupped the side of my face. I melted into his touch and nodded up at him. “I said that because I love you and care about you, and I only want what’s best for you. So, instead of me waking you up all the time like you wanted, I’ll let you sleep more often and I’ll deal with Noa unless she wants to be breastfed instead of bottle fed, or unless she just wants her gorgeous momma.” Joe said.

“Are you sure?” I asked him. Joe reached up and wiped off a tear that streamed down my cheek. “I’m a million percent sure.” Joe said. I nodded and leaned forwards, giving him a quick kiss. Joe was literally the best husband ever. There are so many days where I ask myself how I got so lucky, and this was definitely one of those days. When our lips separated, we kept our foreheads together. “I love you so much, Joey.” I said. “I love you so incredibly much.” Joe said.

From in the bassinet, Noa started to fuss a little bit. It wasn’t one of her hungry fusses, it was her lonely and bored type of fuss. Joe leaned back from me so I could reach over and grab her, and when I did, I carefully placed her on the bed in front of us for some tummy time. Joe and I both laid on our stomachs in front of her, propped up on our elbows while watching her. The both of us kept laughing at the little grunts she kept making as she looked at the both of us. “You’re so perfect little Noa.” Joe said and chuckled while he gave her nose the smallest boop. I let out another yawn while watching her. Just as Joe was about to say something to me after seeing me yawn, Noa started to strain and then I heard that delightful sound of her diaper being filled up.

From the sound of it, Joe and I both covered our mouths a little bit and laughed, knowing this would be a rough one to clean up. Because Joe changed her diaper last time, I started to get up from where I was at on the bed, but Joe shook his head and scooped up Noa. “I’ll go and change her diaper, why don’t you take a nap?” Joe said and stood up from the bed. “It’s fine,” I swung my legs over the bed and planted my feet on the ground, “she’ll need to be fed soon anyways.” I smiled up at him, but Joe stood in front of me so I couldn’t stand up.

“You have pumped so much that there’s a supply to last a few months and she’s going to pass out soon anyways, so take a nap. We’ll be fine, won’t we Noa. Yeah we will.” Joe told Noa and started to rock her in his arms. I glared up at him, feeling like I shouldn’t take a nap, but I couldn’t help but smile at how adorable he was with her. A nap did sound amazing right now. “Okay, but the team’s gunna be here soon.” I said. “I’m going to text them and tell them today isn’t a good day. We can have them over when you’re not being a dick.” Joe joked with me. We both laughed a little bit, knowing it was true although he was joking. “Fine, but if you need me or if she won’t stop crying, wake me up.” I said.

With a smile, Joe bent down some so I could see Noa before I took a nap. “I will. Say goodnight to mommy little tiger.” Joe said in that cute baby voice. I giggled a little bit and stroked my hand gently across the top of her head, feeling her soft hair. “I love you, Noa.” I told her and then looked up at Joe. “I love you, Joey.” I said. Joe looked down at me and kissed my lips. “I love you more.” He said and slowly started to back away. After they disappeared down the hall, I scooted underneath of the blankets and as soon as my head hit the pillow, which was unlike me, I fell right asleep.

After I finally started to get more sleep and take naps when Noa took naps, I started to feel a million times better. I wasn’t as irritable any more and I actually was having so much fun bonding with her. Because I was feeling better, the day finally came for some of Joe’s teammates to meet Noa. Although we planned on having Ja’marr, Sam, Tee, and Ted over for a little bit so they could meet her, we ultimately decided to only have Ja’marr and Sam over for now and introduce her to the team at an Easter get together that we were going to hold. We figured that since we still have a month until people meet her, we can grow into ourselves as parents more and soak in these few weeks of privacy and calmness before a ton of people came over to see her.

“Hey Jordyn, have you seen any of my LSU sweatshirts?” Joe asked me. He was in our walk in closet and I could hear him looking through all of his sweatshirts to find them. I sucked in my lips a little bit and looked down to my chest to see the giant LSU letters on it that I changed into to wear for today. While Joe was wearing the other matching one earlier, Noa decided to surprise him with a little bit of throw up. After I looked down at my chest, I looked at Noa in my arms who was yawning. “Oopsie.” I laughed a little bit. Joe, hearing me, walked out of the closet and began to chuckle when he saw what I was wearing.

“Do you want me to change? I’ll put on one of my LSU sweatshirts instead of yours.” I said. Joe just shook his head and leaned back into the closet quickly, snagging out a bengals sweatshirt. “That’s okay, it looks better on you anyways.” Joe said with a wink when he started walking over to me. Once he reached me, he placed a small kiss on my lips and then stripped off his shirt so he could slip on his sweatshirt. I sucked in a small breath at the sight of his bare chest and couldn’t help but stare. In between my legs started to ache a little bit so I crossed them slightly. From the corner of Joe’s eye, he could see my slightly flustered state and began to flex his arm muscles.

With a scoff, I slapped his arm. Joe and I both started laughing at how unserious he was. I was flustered though. Let’s just say it’s been a few week’s since I’ve had sex and when I see Joe looking extra good, all I can thinking about is sex. Like literally, all I can think about is sex. The bad news, we haven’t had the time to actually have sex, which has been hard.

All of a sudden, I heard someone knocking on the door from downstairs and a smile flashed on my face. “They’re here, let’s go Joe Shiesty.” I giggled a little bit as began to walk out of the bedroom. “Are you ready to meet your half uncles? They may scare you at first, especially Sam since he’s a d-linemen, but he’s like a marshmallow inside, so don’t worry.” I said and kissed the top of her head.

Joe followed after me after slipping on his sweatshirt and as soon as I started walking down the stairs, he put his arm around my back and put the other on my arm, making sure I didn’t fall with Noa in my arms. “Joey…thank you so much, But I know how to walk down the stairs.” I laughed a little bit at how concerned he was whenever I walked down the stairs. “I know, I know. But what if you slip or twist your ankle and fall?” He said. I looked up at him quickly and squinted at him. “When have I ever slipped or twisted my ankle while going up or down the stairs?” I asked him, waiting for an answer. “Last year before you were pregnant and hung out with Karissa.” He said with a ‘hmph,’ feeling triumphant that he had an answer to my question.

“Joe, I was drunk…that doesn’t count.” The both of us laughed a little bit as Joe said, “touché.” There aren’t many times where I get absolutely hammered, but that was definitely one of those times. Me and and my best friend Karissa went to her house to catch up after she got back from a 2 week vacation and one thing led to another, and one drink led to another, and the both of us go so disgustingly drunk that when Joe had to come and pick me up and drive me back home, I may have thrown up in his new car…but that’s besides the point.

I stood back from the door and Joe opened it up. As soon as he did, I couldn’t help but smile as I laid my eyes on Ja’marr and Sam who were waiting patiently for us to answer the door. The last time I saw them was the day of the Super Bowl, and now they each have their first ever Super Bowl rings. Joe dabbed the both of them up and then invited them inside. Ja’marr stepped in first and looked at me and then little Noa who was wide awake, meaning she’d want to eat soon. “Oh my goodness look at her. She looks just like Joey B.” Ja’marr said, covering his mouth with his hand slightly. After he looked at her and ran his fingers over her arm, he looked up at me.

“Hey Jordyn, how are you?” He asked me and carefully hugged me. “I’m doing a lot better now that I learned to actually take a nap when she does.” I laughed a little bit and hugged him, making sure not to move Noa around. “Good, good. Damn. I can’t believe this. Ya’ll are parents.” Ja’marr said and stepped to the side so Sam could see her. “Wow, now those are some long legs. She’s gunna be a D1 player when she grows up.” Sam chuckled and gave me a small hug. “Hey jordyn.” He said. “Hey Sam. It’s good to see you.” I smiled up at him.

We made our way to the living room where we all sat down so they could hold her. When I tell you I was a little nervous to give her up, I was telling the truth. So far only Karissa, my parents, and Joe’s parents have held her, and even then I was nervous for them to hold her. Every time someone held her other than me or Joe, something in me told me they were going to drop her and all I wanted to do was snatch her from them and hide her. Being a mom was a damn weird feeling.

I sat down on the other couch to the side of ja’marr and Sam and who sat on the same one. Before Joe sat down, he gently scooped up Noa from my arms after making sure I was okay to part with her and walked over to Ja’marr who was closer to him. “She’s so tiny dude.” Ja’marr said with a big smile on his face as Joe placed her in his arm. When she was in his arms, I couldn’t help but smile. Even though they weren’t related by blood, the team was still her family, especially Sam and Ja’marr.

Once Ja’marr got her in his arms, he started to look a little nervous and looked like he forgot how to hold a newborn. “Pretend she’s a football. Hold her just like a football.” Joe reminded him. It looked like something clicked in Ja’marrs head as he slowly readjusted Noa in his arms so he was holding her the right way. “You have a kid Ja’marr, how did you forgot how to hold a newborn?” I asked him with a little laughed and folded my legs underneath of myself while watching Noa who was looking up at Ja’marr. At first she looked a little scared, but after a few seconds she just accepted it.

“Yeah, well, he ain’t no newborn anymore. I forgot.” Ja’marr said. We all laughed a little bit. While he held her, I noticed that he kept smiling down at her and her little features. Her beautiful blue eyes. Her perfect little nose. Those wonderful rosy cheeks. Her tiny lips. Everything about her was perfect and it made my heart soar with emotion just thinking about them and how other people are loving them just as much as me.

Once Ja’marr and Sam both held Noa, Joe handed her back to me and she fell asleep right away. Laughter and chatter filled the room as we all talked together about anything and everything. For a while most of the conversations were about the Super Bowl and how amazing it was to win it, so I took that time to go upstairs and feed her real quick. It felt amazing to talk with people other than just Joe on a daily basis. Don’t get me wrong, I love Joe so incredibly much and don’t know what I would do without him, but it’s nice to talk with other people too.

After a little while, I started to get hungry, so everyone followed me into the kitchen so we could resume our conversation. Before I got to the kitchen, I grabbed the baby wrap and wrapped it around myself and placed her inside of it so she could sleep comfortably on my chest without me having to hold her. In the kitchen, the boys all gathered around the island counter while I grabbed some crackers and cheese from inside of the pantry and fridge. Before I walked to the counter, I asked the boys if they wanted anything and they all said no. “Why’d you cancel on us the other day. All I got was a short, ‘sorry, gunna have to plan another day for you to come over.‘” Ja’marr said.

I turned to look at Joe and started laughing. Joe just gave me a shrug. “What kind of text is that Joe? That’s about the same text I sent you 10 years ago. Luckily you wouldn’t take no for an answer.” I said. It was true, that’s about the same text I sent Joe about 10 years ago when I was on the fence about going on a date with him. Let’s just say i’m extremely happy Joe was extra persistent. “Wow…are you breaking up?” Sam asked Joe and Ja’marr with a little gasp and We all started laughing at Sam’s joke.

I popped a cracker in my mouth after putting a piece of cheese on it and shook my head. “Don’t worry, that would never happen,” I laughed, “I may have been a little sleep deprived and snapped at Joe when I thought he called me ugly.” I said. “Y’know Joey B would never call his girl ugly. You should hear the way he talks about you in the locker room. ‘She’s so beautiful, I love her with all my heart, she’s the best thing to ever happen to me.’” Ja’marr laughed when Joe slapped his arm, not liking that little interpretation of himself. “What did you even say?” Sam asked Joe.

“I told her that she should get more sleep since she’s been exhausted and I wanted what’s best for her, and she took that as a, ‘I don’t want a wife whose ugly and has eye bags,’ she was validated though, having a newborn is exhausting. But jordyn has been amazing.” Joe said and smiled down at me. My face flushed red from the small compliment and I shook my head, trying to get it to go away so nobody saw. “Well I’m glad everything’s going good now. I can’t wait till she’s old enough to run around the facility with us.” Sam said, looking at her as she was curled up against my chest.

While Joe couldn’t take his eyes off of Noa who was sleeping, I noticed ja’marr looking right at Joe. “Dude, she’s got you wrapped around her little finger already.” Ja’marr chuckled a little bit. Joe nodded and let out a sigh. “If that ain’t the damn truth, I don’t know what is.” Joe said and looked up at me with that perfect smile.

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Finally Getting Help (pt 13)

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Danny was holding Jason’s hand so tight he felt like his fingers were creaking but Jason wasn’t about to say anything. They were waiting in the doctor's office for Danny’s first ultrasound and Jason was accompanying him as promised, if Danny needed to squeeze his hand that was what Danny needed to do then so be it, it was better the bolting, which it looked like he was considering. Leslie didn’t usually make people wait long but when she had an emergency she had an emergency, it didn’t matter that Bruce funded her clinic, and was sitting awkwardly in one corner, they could wait.

It had been decided that as Danny’s guardian and maybe boyfriend? Bruce and Jason would be the ones to go in with him, with Danny’s agreement of course. Jazz and Dick had both wanted to come too but they didn’t want to crowd the room or overwhelm Danny so it was decided they would stay close by but not come In. Just then they were waiting together at a cafe across the road in case they were needed.

“Alright, I’m sorry to keep you both waiting but you know how Gotham is,” Leslie said a little grim-faced and still stripping off bloody gloves as she walked into their room and tossed them into the trash can. “So, Danny right,” Danny nodded. “Will you come with me into a private room for your examination?” She asked, because of course she did, the phrasing too was carefully worded to not put him on the spot so if Danny was feeling at all threatened or uncomfortable about Jason and Bruce being there he wouldn’t be blamed for following her. 

“You don’t have to,” She added quickly when Danny looked panicked and clung to Jason so tight Jason couldn’t help wincing. “We can move forward with the appointment if them being here makes you more comfortable?” 

Danny nodded quickly so she nodded as well and sat down at her desk, opening a file on her computer. “So, you’re here for an ultrasound right?” She glanced over and Danny nodded again, he seemed to be feeling really shy, Jason had never seen him so nervous, Bruce looked worried. “But it says here you haven’t had a check up in years so would you mind if we do a general exam first? I would like to make sure that You are healthy before we move on to the babies.”

“Yes that’s fine, but you know I’m not fully human right?” Danny asked, she paused for barely a moment. 

“I was told you had some differences,” she confirmed gingerly. “What should I expect?”

“Well, my heart rate is naturally slower than it used to be, and my body temperature is lower. Like I get to ‘healthy human’ temperatures when I have a bad fever. I don’t know what else has changed, honestly. I’ve been avoiding the doctor ever since my accident because I knew how my parents would react,” he said sounding tired and resigned.

“Well then we’ll take today as a paceline and monitor changes. If you’re feeling well today?” She suggested, she probably would have liked to get a baseline before Danny was pregnant but obviously that was impossible. 

“Ya that’s fine, my heartrate is probably a bit fast because I’m nervous but I’m probably healthier then I’ve been in a while. I haven’t been getting into fights and I’ve been eating regularly after all!”

“Alright. I understand but there’s no need to be nervous. This is a safe environment, I won’t do anything that’s not medically necessary.”

“I know, if Bruce and Jason didn’t speak so highly of you I wouldn’t be here. They don’t seem to see eye to eye on much so if they both trust and like you you must be good,” Danny said with a little smile though he was still tense and pale. That anxiety wasn’t going anywhere fast. In the corner Brace gave a sort of strangled cough that had Jason glaring at him even though he didn’t really know what it meant.

“Alright, then let’s get started,” She said before she started Danny’s check-up, all of the normal things a doctor would do if a bit more thorough. Checking eyes, mouth, ears, heart and lungs, and reflexes, circulation and blood pressure. His heartbeat was slow and his blood pressure was low but Danny thought that was probably normal for him? She gave an unconvinced hum. “We’ll have weekly check ups and check it again then. If it’s sustained and doesn’t affect you then we can say it’s normal for you.” She agreed. 

“Alright, well based on the information you’ve told me I think we’ve established a baseline and you’re healthy. Are you ready for your ultrasound?” She asked and Danny took a deep breath, Jason, still standing next to Danny, squeezed his hand gently.

“Ya, as ready as I’ll ever be,” Danny agreed. 

“Thank you, just lay back and pull up your shirt please,” Dr. Leslie requested and Danny did as she’d asked as she pulled up the little monitor and set things up. In the background Bruce shifted so he could see the screen better. “There won’t be much to see,” Leslie warned, shooting Bruce a look as she applied the ultrasound gel. “It’s still too early.”

She put on a fresh pair of gloves and grabbed the wand, “Alright, let's have a look.” She said, pressing it carefully against Danny’s stomach. 

Danny had let go of Jason’s hand while he lay down but now he grabbed around for Jason again, without looking away from the screen now showing inside his abdomen. Jason stepped closer and grabbed Danny’s hand, looking at his face rather than anything else, monitoring for signs the trepidation there might be getting to be too much. He knew Danny was nervous, but they didn’t want this to progress into a panic attack. 

“There they are. Oh! Two, twins. You’re further along than I expected, 10 weeks by the looks of it?” She asked glancing at Danny who nodded. 

“Ya, I’ve only been carrying them for 6 but they’re test tube babies,” he confirmed, his eyes fixed on the screen. 

“Ah,” She sounded, nodding her understanding. “The little round things below their hearts are odd. Do they have two hearts? No, those ones aren’t beating…”

“Those are their cores,” Danny murmured before it seemed to hit him and he looked at Jason, his eyes wide with panic. “Oh my god I AM actually pregnant, it’s not just the cores, I’m pregnant, oh my god I’m pregnant,” he was starting to hyperventilate. 

Dr. Leslie pulled back and Danny practically threw himself into Jason’s arm who held him tight as Danny hid against his chest and trembled. “Do you want us to call Jazz?” Jason offered softly as he held Danny and let him cry.

“No don’t go,” Danny hiccuped against Jason’s chest. 

“I’ll call Jazz,” Bruce added, of course. He would want to help, he did care, but he never had any actual idea how to help. The emotionally unavailable bastard. 

“Do you want me to leave?” Dr. Leslie asked gently. “I would like to have a better look at the twins to check on their development but if you need time I can come back later, or even another day.”

“Just-just give me a minute, please,” Danny sniffled as Jason rubbed his back.

“Of course. I know this is overwhelming,” Leslie said gently. 

Jazz barged into the room and immediately hugged Danny a well, sandwiched safely between her and Jason. “Scruff him, it’ll help,” she told Jason, who nodded and squeezed the back of Danny’s neck. 

He shuddered and then started to relax between the two of them, basically letting the two taller, and trusted, people hold him up. His sobs turned into sniffles and then a few deep breaths. “Okay, okay I think I’m ready. I want to know that they’re okay too. I know their cores are developing well but if they have human bodies, we need to make sure those are healthy too right?” 

“Right. Do you want me to stay, or do you want Bruce to come back in?” Jazz asked gently. 

“No, you and Jason stay please,” Danny said softly. He had thought it was right for Bruce to come in as his guardian, but it was Jazz who had really been looking after him for years. “There’s not much to see right now, just little blobs. We’ll tell him how it goes.”

Danny took another breath and then squirmed out of both of their arms and went to lay back on the table, pulling up his shirt again. Jason stood next to the examination table, taking Danny’s hand again, Jazz went and sat on the table by Danny’s head and stroked his hair while Dr. Leslie applied fresh jelly to his stomach since it had been worn off during his panic attack. Jason might have to change his shirt after this.

“Alright, let’s have another look shall we?” She said with a warm smile as she pressed the wand against his stomach again. She found the babies again fairly easily. “They seem to be sticking pretty close together,” She said with a little smile. “They’re active little things! It’s far too early to tell anything else about them but from what you’ve told me they seem to be on track and developing properly,” She said, pulling back and offering Danny a cloth to clean the gel off his stomach.

“Do you mind if we call Bruce back in? As your guardian I’d like him to be here for you treatment plan?” She asked.

“Sure, makes sense,” Danny agreed with a nod. 

She nodded back and looked at Jazz, who nodded as well and ducked out to get Bruce. “While we’re mostly alone I want to know, do you know all your options Danny? You know you don’t have to carry them. They’re just embryos right now, not even conscious. Your health and safety comes first,” Dr. Leslie told him gently. She knew Jason was firmly pro-choice.

“No, I know,” Danny said with a little smile and a nod, looking down at his stomach and gently caressing it. “I know I don’t Have to do this. But I do want them. I’m already attached to them, you know?” He said looking up at her, worried that she would judge him. He hoped he was making the right choice, that he wasn’t ruining his life at 16 or something. Fuck he could be on that trashy tv show! 

“I understand,” She assured, no hint of judgment on her face. Of course not, if she could treat rogues without judgment she sure as hell wasn’t going to judge a teen parent. She glanced up as the door opened again and Bruce and Jazz entered. “Right,” Leslie said, sitting down at her computer and starting to type. “You’re still a little malnourished so I’d like to get you taking prenatal vitamins immediately,” she said, glancing up to see Danny nod. “With your unique condition I’d like to see you more often than usual, weekly visits would be best for now. Once we’re sure you and the babies are okay we can go down to every other week.”

“I don’t think we need to do that,” Danny said, shifting nervously. “I mean you say the human side is looking good, and my ghost doctor says they’re developing well on that side, if slower than usual. I don’t need to come in every week,” He said looking hopeful. 

She hesitated for a moment, organizing her thoughts and considering his words. “Even so, there’s clearly some bleed over that makes it hard to tell how healthy you are. I would feel better if you came weekly, at least for the first month so we can establish a true baseline.” 

“Alright,” Danny said, drooping again, looking back at Bruce. “Can you make the appointment? I want to go home.”

“Sure Danny,” Bruce agreed, pulling out his planner to check their schedule. 

“I’ll take you back to the manor,” Jason assured, using his grip on Danny’s hand to help him up. 

“I’ll go back to the cafe with Dick, we were having a good conversation, I wouldn’t mind continuing it,” She said, giving Danny a smile. “Unless you want me to come?”

“No, that’s alright. Have fun Jazz,” Danny said, leaning against Jason and letting him usher Danny out of the clinic. Jazz waved as she crossed to the cafe where Dick was waiting, looking worried till he noticed them, then he smiled and waved. Jazz waved back and jogged across, about to tell Dick all about the twins no doubt. 

Jason led Danny to his bike, and got on first, pulling Danny onto the seat behind him. Danny wrapped his arms around Jason and pressed against his back, half hiding from the world. Jason didn’t try to talk to him, he needed time to process. He would talk when he was ready to.

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˗ˏˋyou jealous ? :) ´ˎ˗ - neteyam x reader pt. 6

⁀➷  part six : SHOW ME.

notes : how could i not publish a chapter on st valentine’s day ! here’s pt. 6, and let me know if y’all like it ! i decided to confuse y’all a bit, so just go look at how things went ;)

words : 5,24 k

tags : neteyam x reader x ao’nung, teasing, mentions of rape but nothing actually happening, words of comfort, alluding to smut in next part.

you woke up, lazily opening your eyes. neteyam holding you with his head on your chest, his arms tangled with your waist, the same way his legs were tangled with yours. you looked at him, asleep, his mouth slightly parted.

if his friends could see the way he was tangled to you like you were his moma, they would probably make fun of him for eternity. but at the same time, he was that comfortable that he could do whatever he wants with you without being ashamed.

he’s always been the biggest brother, he had to comfort and to guide others, and take care of everything, but who was there for him ? who could comfort him and guide him ?

the responsibilities sometimes weighted too much, making him break down.

but since you two started going to the beach, to smoke and talk, get everything off your mind, his life has progressed a lot. he always looked for you everywhere.

you’re the star he looks for every night.

you were there to be that motherly person he never had in his life. neytiri was a very good mother, but she sometimes didn’t realise how many responsibilities she laid on him. sometimes even pressuring him. but you didn’t pressure him into anything. you were just there to comfort him, do what he wanted to do, without feeling guilt or shame.

you loved the way he let you see that side of him. so fragile, so pure.

neteyam is a child in an adult’s body. because all of the things he’s been through, he’s grown up to be a tall child. you didn’t even realise that in the meanwhile, you shed a tear. everyone was so hard on him, even you. you made his life hell, like it wasn’t enough. you didn’t even think for a moment about the fact that he had to leave his home, the forest, and come here, where the people are different, where everyone judged him for not being metkayina.

you were shaken by him waking up. he hugged your torso, and still laid his head on your chest. you gently caressed his hair, laying a kiss on his head. you felt his lips curl on your skin. please, please, please don’t ever take neteyam away from me.

“neteyam” you said in a low tone.

“mh ?” he hummed back.

“we have to get up” he sighed, raising his head. you could see he was still tired, but at least if you two got up now, you could have breakfast and spend a bit of time together before parting ways. he had to train, and you had to talk to jake. you two are supposed to help ao’nung’s father with something you genuinely had no idea of. he lazily got up, giving you a hand. you looked at him for a sec, and he immediately understood what you wanted. he sighed once again, lifting you up, you hugged him. one hand on your ass, of course, and the other on your back. you circled his neck with your arms, laying a soft kiss on his neck.

he walked to the kitchen, plopping you down on the table once again. “can you go get the food from your parents’ pod ?” you said trying to convince him.

“oh c’mon ! my mom will skin me. at least go with me.” he said dragging you to the living room to get dressed. you huffed.

“ok fine !” he left a kiss on your cheek, putting a his cloth on. you picked out a top from your wardrobe, it was a shiny one with shells attached to it. it was definitely the prettiest one you had.

you felt neteyam behind you, unlatching it. you were super confused.

“no, ‘teyam we don’t have time-” you hurriedly said, eyebrows pinched in an angry expression. what sick idea was it to fuck before going to his parents’ pod ?

“if you think i’m letting you go to my dad’s pod in that tiny shiny top after i heard what you said last night about him, you have gone absolutely nuts.” he said, killing every protest of yours. he was seriously jealous of his dad ? you laughed, but also you couldn’t stop thinking about how much you loved him. this man was hilarious.

you put another top on, it was green, leafs covering it. he gave you an approving look which made you smile. you slowly walked out of your pod, enjoying every second you guys could have before starting the day.

“dad ? mom ?” neteyam asked, getting in his pod. you walked right behind him, noticing lo’ak and kiri eating on the table. “they’re not here…” kiri said with a questioning tone, eyeing the both of you. well, especially you.

she gave you that ‘you’re telling me everything later’ look, which you only smiled to. it’s not like you had any other option. lo’ak was even more confused than her, eyeing you both.

you sat down, keeping your distance from neteyam, since you still didn’t feel a hundred percent comfortable showing affection public. he noticed, sliding right beside you, a betting expression on his face, something that didn’t go unnoticed by the two guys that were in front of you. you coughed, trying to signal him to not get so close.

they both noticed the tension between y'all, so kiri decided to just tell y'all.

“so um…” she said, catching your attention, neteyam looking at her. she definitely noticed.

“… tuk has kind of already told us everything” kiri finished almost like it was a question more than an affirmation, she told them everything this morning when her and lo’ak couldn’t help but notice that the two of you were missing. you felt heat spread in your cheeks, not daring to make eye contact with lo’ak. just the thought of TUK knowing everything embarrassed you so much, you covered your face with your hands and deeply sighed. on the other hand, neteyam almost felt relived, his ears going up. he didn’t have to be the one to tell everything, and he also didn’t have to pressure you.

“oh, thank god.” he said, pulling you to sit on his lap, hand on your stomach, back pressed on his chest. “neteyam, have some fucking shame.” you said screaming, looking at him with an angry expression on your face, a confused expression on his.

“don’t you fucking scream at me, they know ! stop stressing, what the fuck.” he replied back, you could feel his legs tense under you. his eyebrows pinched together, mouth full of food.

“ugh, at least try and be ashamed ! and close your fucking mouth !” you screamed, forcing your hands on his jaw in an attempt at closing his mouth. he placed his bowl on the table, catching your hands holding them. “keep your goddamn hands off my face, you dirty slag !” he said, offended. kiri and lo’ak laughed at the scene, recognising that the two of you didn’t change one bit.

“and what the fuck are you laughing at ? lo’ak don’t think i’m not going to beat your ass later.” neteyam said dealing with them, lo’ak’s grin immediately dropping, your cheeks super red.

“NETEYAM !” you said, kiri widening her eyes even more, jaw falling. she looked at you, realising you told her nothing about it. “BRO I SWEAR IT WASN’T LIKE THAT !” lo’ak defended himself. you all laughed, easing the mood.

you slowly tried to get off neteyam’s lap, while he talked with lo’ak and kiri about something you weren’t listening to. you heard him stop talking, and realised he was side eyeing you.

he grabbed your thighs and replaced them on his lap. “stop moving, they already know we fucked and i took your virginity , don’t worry.” he chuckled and laughed. kiri gasped, but lo’ak laughed too.

in that moment, you felt a vein in your heart hurting. you felt naked, in front of all of them, getting thrown in the air like you were a piece of meat. such a special and important moment for you, getting talked about like you were one of his whores. neteyam didn’t notice at the beginning, but kiri did. she looked at you, almost asking sorry. but why would she apologise, it’s not her fault. you felt tears getting crowded in your eyes, and now you weren’t comfortable with neteyam’s hands all over your body. you felt stared at, even though kiri was the only person looking at you, caring about you. you regretted everything. the talks, the kisses, the sex, the love, the feelings.

in that exact moment, you wish you never met him. you thought he was different, you thought he could be better, but he is just the exact same. you felt dizzy, something heavily thumping in your head. kiri noticed your absent gaze, neteyam didn’t. how much did he really care about you ?

he found himself asking that question pretty often. since the dawn of time, you were only kind of a bet to him. something to win, a prize. without the sugarcoating, he saw you as an object. a very beautiful attractive shiny object, but still. he didn’t want to see you that way, but he just couldn’t. things obviously changed a bit, but your perception of his feelings towards you didn’t.

the way he was holding you inner thigh, the way his hand was grasping your shoulder, didn’t feel attractive anymore. it felt almost… molesting. kind of rapey too. you felt unsafe.

yes, between neteyam’s arms you felt unsafe. something that never occurred with ao’nung. you felt spikes chocking you, a heavy weight in your stomach, and you couldn’t manage to keep your tears to yourself.

did you make the right choice ?

a tear slipped from your eyes, and kiri noticed. you were literally trembling between neteyam's arms and he couldn't care or notice. you aggressively wiped it away, excusing yourself to get out of the pod. you needed some air. you couldn’t even breathe anymore, and you remembered neteyam’s hands. chocking you. no, let’s use the right words.

he was strangling you.

and you felt like a slut, because of how much you liked it, not realising you probably interpreted his actions wrongly. maybe he just wanted to abuse you, and you couldn’t even notice it because your brain and eyes were fogged with pleasure. your brain and eyes were fogged by him.

“excuse me.” you said, in the lowest tone possible. you got up, not being able to ignore the way neteyam’s eyes and fingers lingered on you, feeling like they were raping you. he didn’t even notice, and smirked at you. you felt almost like throwing up. kiri couldn’t hold back anymore, and as soon as you got out of the pod, she followed you.

you felt the fresh salty air get in your lungs, healing you, getting all the fog out of your brain. you couldn’t hold your tears back anymore, you weren’t even sobbing. just quiet tears scarring your face. those type of scars that never fade away.

you called your ilu, Dah’lia, and got on her back, your legs and feet now wet, feeling the ocean hug you more delicately than neteyam ever could. your ears sprung up, hearing kiri’s voice call you. you watched her as she got on her ilu’s back too. “( y/n ) ! wait !”

she was right beside you, wind blowing on your faces, bubbles tickling your feet, waves getting more and more big. “is everything okay ?” kiri spat out while trying to catch her breath.

you watched her as she brought a hand to your chest, while you decided what to say.

should you lie, say you’re fine, get back in your pod, and get meaninglessly fucked by your so called future mate, hoping every second he would not see the scared lonely shadow in your eyes, and hoping it would end as soon as possible, to able to just go to sleep, where neteyam couldn’t hover over you. the kid you were so in love with, would’ve never done such things, but still here we are. had you outgrown eachother ? was it a miscommunication type of thing ?

were you wrong for thinking about it that, or were you possibly overthinking again ?

should you say the truth ?

“i don’t know.” you calmly said to her, which wasn't entirely a lie, your voice hiding years of self doubt and hope. but hope saved no one, not even your secret hopeless romantic soul.

kiri sighed, her hand placed between your elbow and your shoulder, caressing it. it felt very different to neteyam’s touch, that once felt so protecting but now only felt dirty and disgusting.

“it’s just…” you sighed, gaze low, staring at the bottom of the ocean, so clear and so calm. you tried to collect your words, and explain everything to her. because she was the last person you wanted to disappoint by lying or even just lightly sugarcoating anything.

“… he said it, in that monotone, cold and materialistic way… that i almost felt like an object.” you finally said, a sob threatening to escape. spikes getting more and more heavy in your throat.

“oh, dear ( y/n ).” she said, hugging you. you grasped on her like your life depended on it, lowering your head on her shoulders, letting a few other tears escape. you could feel her heartbeat against your chest, calm and low. the heat of her hug, comforting you.

you let your thought and flaws flow inside of her, feeling all the negative energy get out of your system. you recollected yourself, and brushed every tear out of your face. you rapidly smiled at her, now having to go to jake and tonowari’s reunion.

“thank you.” you simply said. she smiled at you, kissing you on the cheek, still realising that neteyam could have never kissed you that delicately.

she brought her hand up, her ilu starting to go away as she said goodbye to you. you heard neteyam and lo’ak getting out of the pod, so you rapidly went away. neteyam noticed you, his smile slowly dropping finally realising that something could possibly be wrong.

★・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・・★

jake saw you walking towards him, his arms opening to embrace you in a hug. he noticed your low mood, which he hates to admit has been your default these days. he didn’t want to be self-absorbed but he feared it was neteyam. you walked towards him, letting yourself melt in the hug, your head against his chest, his arms caressing your head. you felt tears prickle your eyes, but it was enough for today.

enough crying. you hugged him tighter, and he felt his heart squeeze in his chest. you felt your heart throb, and you couldn’t do anything but frown, tears threatening to fall. in this moment, you were so embarrassed about the way you talked about him that night with neteyam. you felt shame, almost like you were naked and everyone was watching you, once again.

you felt exposed, but who’s fault was it ? you were the one that exposed yourself.

you sniffed, catching his attention, him closely leaning to look at you in the eyes. you sniffed a couple more times, feeling your cheeks wet, and took a deep breath. jake looked at you with a sad tingle in his eyes. he was so wrong. he was so so wrong. but now you were knuckle deep.

he knew that even if you tried to leave neteyam, you would’ve had to kill him to actually be able to continue living your life. he was never going to leave you alone. as much as he loved you, he loved you in the wrong way. jake and neytiri recognised that, and they were not only scared for him but also his future mate.

neteyam couldn’t realise it, he was too deep in his fantasies, in his little sick world.

and unfortunately, you were absorbed in that world too.

the only way you could modify an already dried vase, is by breaking it.

you sucked in a deep breath, and smiled at him, tears still glossing your puffy eyes. he sadly smiled at you, trying to at least be your support for today.

you always thought neteyam was that father figure you needed in your life, not knowing you had the most perfect dad right in front of your eyes. maybe that’s why.

neteyam was jealous, jealous because jake treated you the way he should’ve been treated.

“why not me ?”

maybe he was overly protective and overly jealous of others, because he was scared you could find someone better. he knew there was someone better. just waiting for you to leave him, and embrace you in his arms, giving you the world and more.

he would rather see you unhappy with him, rather than happy with someones else.

because that was the last prove. he was not enough.

for you, for his dad, for lo’ak, for neytiri, for no one.

“atta girl.” he said, positioning his hand on your shoulder, comforting you.

“i love you, dad.” you slowly whispered. eyes looking up at him, you not knowing that he felt the same exact spiked in his throat, that you were feeling a bit of time ago.

“i love you too, daughter.” he said, giving you a light smile. he brought you next to him, hip to hip and walking towards tonowari’s pod. you enjoyed everything.

every breeze of wind, every ray of sun, because you never knew when it was going to be the last time, and if you only knew that that was the last time. jake got in, holding the flap for you, you entered. tonowari was seated in the centre, ao’nung next to him.

he was as shocked as you, not expecting you to be here. his eyes flashed open, his heart squeezing in his chest. he couldn’t breathe for a second, goosebumps flowing to his back.

same thing happened to you, trying hold the eye contact. god, how you missed him.

he immediately lowered his gaze, frowning towards nothing.

did it make you sad ? yes.

was it all your fault ? yes

you got out of your thoughts thanks to jake, who sat down, patting the place right next to him. ao’nung couldn’t even pretend that jake’s gesture didn’t remind him of what he did that night. of how you humiliated him. the way you ran in neteyam’s arms after everything.

tonowari looked at his son, his features softening as he saw ao’nung’s expression. he drifted his hand slowly on his back, patting it. it was going to be hard but he had to.

“so, were where we ?” tonowari said.

“oh yes, ao’nung’s mating ceremony.”

you were a hundred percent sure they heard your heart falling, because there was no fucking way. your head tilted upwards immediately, lips slightly parted, throat heavy . ao’nung’s squeezing his eyes as much as he could, just like jake.

“fuck.” was all he could think of, like things weren’t already as difficult as they could be for you. he noticed, the way your head tilted upwards, tears pooling in your eyes.

if he knew what the reunion was going to be about, he would’ve never brought you there with him. his heart thudding fast, his muscles tensing. ao’nung didn’t even think you were going to be there, tonowari knew a little to nothing about what happened between you two.

but he rapidly understood, it was much serious than he thought.

you swallowed the heavy lump in your throat. closed your eyes for a second and breathed, just like jake taught you.

“with who ?” you asked. a gasp almost leaving jake’s mouth, looking at you with a confused expression. how far did you want to go ? ao’nung looked up at you, lips parting to answer you, but he couldn’t. he physically couldn’t.

he was feeling sick to his stomach, having to pretend for the rest of his life that that woman was you. but she could never. she could never be as witty.

she could never be as caring.

she could never be as lovely.

she could never be as mean.

she could never be as evil.

she could never be as selfish.

she could never be you, end of discussion.

“Alyara.” tonowari said, softly smiling at you, which to be honest only made things worse.

you slowly nodded your head, lips pressed together.

the reunion continued, but without you. you were too lost in your own thoughts. you had lost him. at least this alyara could make him happier than you ever could. you had nothing to worry about. you suddenly felt your chest almost floating, like you were relieved. you felt… calm ?

“hey, ( y/n ), ao’nung.” you both raised your heads, recognising tonowari’s voice, ears standing up. “why don’t you go take a walk ?” he said, in a soothing voice, a smile plastering his face. ugh.

you eyed ao’nung, you didn’t mind if he didn’t mind. maybe walking a bit could give you some time alone. his gaze lifted, locking in with yours. your heart skipped a bit.

“that’s fine.” you said, getting up waiting for him. if he didn’t want to, this would’ve officially been the most embarrassing moment of your life. he got up too, looking at his dad, well more like killing him with his eyes. you let out a breath you didn’t realise you were holding and got out, the sound of the waves immediately kissing your ears. you closed your eyes and breathed in.

you could never get tired of it.

you saw ao’nung getting out of the pod too, you looked back at him and smiled. you actually forgot how pretty this man could be. he was much taller than you, and also much more bulked than neteyam. he had more of a lean long look, while ao’nung was a bit more toned. the shoulders to waist ratio made you literally go crazy. there was nothing that could be more attractive. his v-line soft, but his cloth a bit more down than usual.

his thighs. they were pretty big, something that neteyam didn’t have. you couldn’t stop thinking about how much different it would’ve felt to ride his thigh instead of your mate’s, feeling arousal pool between your legs. ao’nung noticed. and tried to not care as much he wanted to.

your eyes wandering all over his body. if only he knew that in the exact moment that neteyam said he noticed you watching his thighs, you actually liked ao’nung’s thighs a lot more.

“would you like to go for a swim instead ?” ao’nung asked, smiling at you. he hesitated a lot before asking you, but he thought you’re already in deep deep shit, why not swim in it ? swimming together didn’t have to necessarily mean you two were going to fall back in love, well maybe you didn’t even love him in the first place. but who cares ? everything has been done already.

you met his gaze, his smile warming your stomach. you smiled back at him. “yeah, sure.”

he grabbed your hand, goosebumps rising all over your body. you felt the same dizziness as the first time you ever smoked, head thumping loudly. you two swished around all the pods, ao’nung laughing, the only thing connecting you was your locked hands.

even when you had already grown up and lived a million moments, that one with ao’nung for some reason, had a special place in your heart. the simpleness, the genuinity, the tension.

all of those factors, made the moment even more special than it probably was.

you two suddenly stopped, reaching your favorite spot to swim. you could feel the breeze caressing your skin, the sun kissing your cheeks.

you two looked at each other, and ao’nung started counting with his hands to three. a second after, the cold water was hugging your body. there’s nothing that you loved more than a breakfast swim, when the water’s extremely cold and you can feel it everywhere.

neteyam didn’t even try to know it, but ao’nung didn’t have to. he noticed.

he noticed your love for books, tobacco, poems, the moon, the stars, shells especially those shimmery silver ones, green, the ocean, and strawberries. he saw everything.

neteyam loved you, but one day you would unfortunately have to die. ao’nung loved your soul, something that could’ve never died, that would live different lifes and discover new things. if you died, he would be jealous of the earth that could hug your body, and of the new person your soul would be inside.

you especially loved this spot because of how well you could see the life of it. all the beatiful creatures lurking in their own special place, the way the soft sand could hug your feet when you could go that deep down, the way the water was so clear.

and this was his favorite spot, because he could always see your smile here.

he submerged, catching his breath, a few braids framing his face. a few drops ran across his face to his chin, where they dropped and went back to the sea. you still had a bit of difficulty swimming well, and holding your breath. when ao’nung noticed you struggling he dipped back in, swimming right in front of you. you felt him latch his arms circling his waist and ass, bringing you up.

you hurriedly breathed, catching your breath, you arms circling his shoulder and head, your stomach against his chest. he breathed out, looking at you. he was mesmerising, to say the least.

you couldn’t ignore the way his strong arms where holding you with no difficulty, he made you feel so tiny and delicate, almost like you could break at any given time. you couldn’t even ignore the way his arms were against your ass, holding it tightly. if neteyam saw the two of you right now, the world would have probably already ended.

you had your hands on his shoulders, supporting yourself. still breathing heavily, but not because of the water. because of him. the way his eyes tingled when looking at you, your stomach flipping at the thought of you clearing that sparkle in his eyes. you hand cupped his cheek, making his stomach flip this time. he could feel his heart beating so so fast.

he slowly slid you down, your legs hugging his abdomen, your core now against his stomach. the most subtle movement of his would immediately make you moan, without any shame. your puffy bud pressed against his muscly core, could make you see stars. a twinkle in your eyes.

your hands travelled from the top of his shoulders, to his side, a bit more upward his waist. you travelled your hands along the lines that his ribcage left on his skin. him being overly sensitive because of every move you make. your finger slowly traced the lines of his abs, he whined, his core flexing, it being his most sensitive spot. your mouth slightly parting at the realisation. his cheeks flushed, as pink as they could get.

he thanked god your pussy wasn’t against his waist, or you could’ve felt the tent his dick was making in his cloth. it twitching desperately at every touch of yours. he could feel his precum leaking, marking his cloth. he rolled his eyes, sighing.

your hand trailed from his core to his v-line. he held his breath. your finger slowly tracing the lines that formed it. your finger slowly entered his cloth, his eyes now quite wide, mouth parted. you slightly pulled the string, then leaving it making it snap against his waist. he closed his eyes for a second, you could feel him holding you even more aggressively now.

you raised your head smiling at him, he looked at you tears lightly bubbling his eyes from the teasing. “girl i’m so in love with you.” if he could only have the courage to actually say it to you.

“please, give in.” he whispered , looking through at you through his lashes. his dick was begging to get the minimum amount to stimulation, it being left completely untouched because his hands where too busy holding you. he felt it twitch uncontrollably, he was too deep in now to stop.

you blinked a few times, not realising what he just said. you used to have to beg neteyam to get that type of words to come out of his mouth. he always felt the need to make you feel like you need him, but it was sometimes nice to feel needed.

and if he wasn’t the one to need you, then why give any ounce of your time to him ?

nobody needed more attention from you than ao’nung at the moment.

“why are you with him ? why not me ? what does he have that i don’t ?” he slowly said, a tear crossing his eyes. your heart squeezed, your palm wiping the tear away. he cuddled his head in your hand. “please.” he said.

“please give me a chance to give you what you deserve.” he pleaded and begged.

every second that passed, was torture for him. but he didn’t want to act like him.

he didn’t want to make you notice his erection, make you uncomfortable or even try to allude to anything. he was better. he wanted to treat you the way you deserved to be treated.

“aren’t you tired ?” he pinched his eyebrows, an offended look on his face. your face was sided to the left, not having the courage to look at him. he noticed, and grabbed your jaw.

at the feeling of his fingers on your jaw, you closed your eyes. but it wasn’t rough. it was the opposite. so gentle, you couldn’t believe it. he dragged your face back to him, his calloused big fingers lightly pressing on your cheeks. he saw the way you got scared at his gesture, and mentally promised himself to not let neteyam lay a hand on you ever again.

“aren’t you tired of being treated like a whore ?” he asked, your cheeks flushing at his vulgarity. your panties were soaking wet, he strangely didn’t feel anything. heat pooling between your legs, but you couldn’t squeeze your thighs together since they were wrapped around him.

“don’t you think you deserve better ? why don’t you let anyone treat you like you should ? i don’t get it.” he said. you had no idea of where this was going , but you were definitely not going to get back now.

“don’t you want to see how you could feel about being treated the way you should ?

why don’t you let me give you a chance at being happy ?”

“show me.”

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final notes : so... yeah ! this is kind of it for today ! hope y'all enjoyed, and PAH-LEASE let me know what y'all think in the comments and what y'all want to see in the next chapter's smut ;)

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[lafrexniere]

Connor Bedard - Welcome Home

As you waited in the living room of your boyfriend’s house sitting with his mom you were filled with excitement watching the car pull into the driveway you were overflowing with joy. Your boyfriend had been traveling everywhere, after all, he was the top NHL prospect for the upcoming draft. You had been there for him throughout his junior career and were ready to go with him to where his career took him. You heard the front door open and heard bags drop to the floor. You and his mom both stood up to meet him at the front door. 

“You’re home,” she exclaimed pulling her son in for a hug. You stood a distance behind her, as she pressed a kiss on his cheek. He looked up at you embarrassed, leaving you giggling.

“Yup missed you too Mom,” he said trying to push her away. 

“Hey Y/N,”

“Hey, Mr. B,” it was nice his Dad came back from Vancouver to pick him up from the airport to bring him back to Regina. Finally, after escaping his mom’s grip he made his way to you. 

“I missed you, like a lot,” he said hugging you. 

“I know you did, I missed you too Connor,” you smiled. You rested your head on his shoulder as he pulled you tighter. 

“Like so much,” he let you go, “cmon let’s go upstairs,”

“I’ll help you unpack,” you winked at his parents sitting in the living room. They both nodded knowing that Connor would never unpack without motivation. The two of you carried his things upstairs after unpacking his pads in the garage. He dropped his bags on the floor and flopped on his bed letting out a large sigh. You shut the door behind you and saw Connor laying down. 

“Connor,”

“What.” He sighed again.

“What’s wrong,”

“Nothing let’s just unpack,” he sat up and kneeled beside you as you opened the suitcase. 

“Okay now I know something is up, I’ll unpack you lay down, and talk,” you said taking out his folded clothes and putting his laundry in the basket in the room. He lay there silent as you quickly unpacked his clothes. You finished and sat down on the bed next to him, lifting his head and resting it in your lap. 

“Y/N it’s really nothing I’m just tired,” he frowned.

“Con, you know you can tell me anything, please tell me what’s wrong,” you said playing with his hair. You gazed into his eyes as he slowly blinked, his frown turned into a straight face as he sat up.

“This whole thing is just a lot you know? I’m THE Connor Bedard it’s a lot of pressure, I love hockey Y/N it’s my life, and I spend all of my time training and working at it, and no one gets to see I’m just a person, even if I have done this to myself.” 

“It’s not your fault you like working hard Connor, you are so amazing I don’t know how you do it, I could never focus that much on one thing without getting sick of it, I’m so proud of you Connor.” You smiled pulling him in for another hug.

“Thank you Y/N,” he kissed your cheek. You could feel yourself blushing. Connor stood up and fiddled through his drawers, pulling out a muscle shirt and shorts. You hadn’t realized he was still in his traveling clothes, you didn’t care because you thought he looked good in anything and everything. 

“Getting more comfortable?” You asked him.

“I am home after all,” he opened the door of his room, “I’ll be right back, I gotta shower,” you nodded as he left the room. You fiddled on your phone through your social media seeing everything on your feed be Connor doing workouts or playing hockey. You kept scrolling until the door opened, but it was a sight you weren’t expecting. Connor walked in with wet hair, holding up the towel tied around his waist, digging into another drawer quickly, and pulling something out. You couldn’t help your jaw-dropping, it’s not like you hadn’t seen Connor without a shirt before but you weren’t expecting that tonight. 

“Forgot something,” he blushed smiling at you, “Y/N stop staring you’re freaking me out,” he said sarcastically with a smirk. Your eyes grew even wider, he left the room chuckling to himself, and within seconds he was back, pulling the muscle shirt over his head as he came in, ruffling his damp hair once he got it on. He sat on the bed next to you now fully dressed. You hugged his arm and rested your head on his shoulder, rubbing your hand along his bicep. You gave it a gentle little squeeze causing him to smirk at you once more, making it tighter.

“How did I know that’s what you wanted?” he grinned. You rolled your eyes at him,

“Lucky guess,”

“Oh yeah sure, you eyeballing me after the shower didn’t give it away at all,” he teased. 

“Shut up,” you shoved him, you let go of his arm.

“I don’t think I will,” he grinned. You scooted away from him on the bed crossing your arms as you rest your back on one of his pillows. 

“Hmph,” you pouted, he gave no response, you did it again sparking a reaction from him. 

“What?” he said rolling over onto his stomach, “you mad at me?”

“I might be… if only there was something that could make me not mad,” you played dumb. 

“Hmm, I wonder what I could do,” he matched your tone. You shrugged leaving him staring at you. 

“Any ideas,”

“This,” he pushed himself up moving closer to you, leaning in to meet your lips with his. You wrapped your arms around his neck rubbing it gently, you could feel the tension at ease as you deepened the kiss. You both opened your eyes signaling a breath of air. 

“I think I missed that the most,” you said kissing his forehead as his head fell into your stomach. He rolled over and sat back up,

“Me too, you know what I could use right now though,” he said with his back facing you.

“What, what does my baby need?” 

“One of my girl’s famous shoulder rubs,” he smirked knowing exactly what he was doing. You would never pass up an opportunity to rub Connor’s shoulders after a practice or game or training.

“At your service,” you placed a kiss on his cheek. You firmly massaged his shoulders as he began to talk. 

“This, this is the life right here, you, me, and relaxation,” he sighed.

“I wish it could be like this all the time,”

“Me too babe, me too,” he said looking back at you. You let go of his shoulders as he laid back on your chest.

“Love you, Connor,”

“Love you too Y/N,” he smiled. You leaned down and pressed a kiss to his lips once again before you two began talking about your long weeks.

[russellsppttemplates]

Monza Surprise (Daniel Ricciardo)

Daniel's wife goes into labour while he is racing for a race win in Monza

Note: english is not my first language. I hope I did a good job for my first Daniel request!

Thank you so much to everyone who likes and reblogs, your feedback is appreciated  and I'm not taking requests, but I am writing some blurbs when I can (usually at nighttime when I can) so if you have any ideas or concepts that can be written in a small amount of sentences and you want to share, feel free to do so!

Tw: pregnancy (tiredness, body aches, trouble sleeping), childbirth 

“Are you sure it’s a good idea for you to come to the race?”, your husband said as he rubbed your bump with one of the many pots of oil you had been given by friends and family on the baby shower, the routine now well settled everytime he was at home for nighttime, “Daniel, I’m fine, doctor said that if I take it easy I’ll be able to go and, besides, your parents will be there too. Trust your mother to tell me to rest, and sit down, and drink water, and eat some more”, you chuckled, remembering one of her last visits where you could definitely see where her son’s caring (and overprotective) nature came from, “Just looking out for you and little bug”, he said as he kissed over your bellybutton. 

The Italian Sun was shining on the Sunday your husband was on the front line of the grid, the whole family sitting at the hospitality and enjoying some lunch, “Don’t you want to go and take a nap in my room, my love? Little big kept you up pretty much all night”, Daniel offered as he recalled last night where you had to move to the sofa in the hotel room as you couldn’t sleep and kept moving around in the bed, choosing to let your husband get his very much needed rest before his race while you binge watched some comedy shows on the TV, “I’m good, surprinsingly not that tired. And we’re both very excited to see daddy on the frontline, maybe even get a win today”, you wiggled your brows, “A podium for sure”, he smiled as he rubbed your bump. “Mum, keep an eye on her, will you?”, you heard your husband say as he put his balaclava on, pressing a kiss to your lips before adjusting it so it was covering most of his face, "Daddy loves and mama so much, little bug", he said before he was urged to get in his car so it could get on the grid.

Getting up with their help, "I feel fine so I guess we still have some time to wait", you said before you felt a pressure, assuming it was a contraction and counting the seconds, "that was awfully long, dear, I think we should go to the hospital", Grace said as she looked for Michael, who had already been looking at the scene and had a bottle of water and juice in his hand, "thought you just needed some sugar but turns out it's something else", he smiled, "want me to tell Daniel?". Your wide eyes spoke for themselves, "absolutely not, you'll tell him after he's done, and after he's done with his celebrations", feeling confident in today's race, "if you tell him I swear you'll never see the light of day", you had threatened as you felt another surge of pressure, "we're going to the hospital", you breathed, "and we'll see how it goes. It's probably going to take a while so just tell him once he notices I'm not here, okay?", you said as you waddled with your parents in law to the car.

Checking into the hospital, you were lucky to find that the team were fluent in English and were able to speak to you in a clear way, as well as the other way around, "my dear, just lay down while we got your vitals in", one of the nurses said as you looked at Grace, "Joe was incredibly calm driving here for someone who is not from here and is driving someone to the hospital", you chuckled as you noticed the TV in the room, grabbing the remote and tuning it to see the race, the screen displaying "yellow flag", as your heart rate increased until they panned out to Lewis' and Max's cars, "My goodness, are they okay?", you whispered as the nurse chuckled, "if you keep watching it like that, we'll have to turn it off, you're a bit worried about as I see", she giggled as her senior entered in, "sorry, I forgot to ask. Are we expecting the father to arrive?", she asked you, "the father is currently racing there and nearly giving me a heart thing", you pointed to the TV, "Oh, I knew I recognised your face. You're Daniel's wife, right? If he wins, it will be even sweeter!".

"He's leading, and Lando is second too!", you cheered your best as you bounced on a ball, allowed to be in it as the nurse figured you'd be entertained and able to get out all of the adrenaline, stopping the cheers when a contraction came and you needed to pay attention to your body, "He's doing really well", Joe said as Grace nodded, "Daddy is doing really well, little bug, hopefully you're being good today too and not knackering my body too much!", you chuckled. The race finished as your husband was the first driver to see the red flag, hearing how happy he was over his radio and seeing him doing all the interviews before you saw him heading for a McLaren employee, his eyes nearly coming out of their sockets by whatever reply they gave him, "Do you think he found out that we are here just there?", Grace chuckled before Michael texted you, "he already knows, wanted to know where the three of you were because he hadn't seen you with the rest of the team", and you nodded, "seems like he did", you mumbled as you watched his expression unfold. The podium announcement and celebrations came quickly and you were now bent over the side of the bed, arms supporting yourself as you moved your hips from side to side in order to relieve the pain, "I'm going to do a shoey and then I'm heading out because my wife is in labour! We'll celebrate it later, okay?", he said to the entirety of the fans at the track as well as the people at home, "so much for "keeping it on the down low", Daniel", Joe joked as he handed you the ice chips you asked for, hearing a phone ring before you mother in law stood by your side again, "he wants to FaceTime, are you okay with it?", she asked before you nodded, "Hi honey, congrats on your win!", she said to her son, "where's Y/N? How is she?", Daniel asked with a worried tone, "I'm here, and I'm alive", you said as Grace propped her phone up so you could see eachother, "Hello, my love. Are you good then?", he said as he took what looked like his fireproof long sleeve inside a car, "Daniel, are you changing inside the car?" , you asked, "yes, it's nothing you haven't seen before, given the position you are in, and Michael has seen too, no need to get jealous", he winked, "we're heading to the hospital right now", he smiled, "Mum, what did the doctor say?", he said as he put a t-shirt on, "she's 6 cm dilated, she's progressing very well, no issues so far. She's taking it like a champ", Grace said, "Congratulations on your win, handsome", you whispered as you felt another contraction, "I wishing could be with you, GPS says we're ten minutes away, okay, my love?", he said worriedly, making you nod before Grace told him the room you were staying in so he could ask at the front desk.

Like he promised, 15 minutes later, your husband arrived in the room, knocking impatiently before he was allowed in, greeting the team as he went straight to you, now lying sideways on the bed in a position that allowed the best comfort, "hi", you said as you puckered your lips for a kiss before the nurse discarded her gloves, "there can only be one person in the room for the delivery and that will happen any moment now", she explained as Grace and Joe got up, "thank you so much", you said as your mother in law came to kiss the top of your head, not caring how sweaty it was, "always, darling", she said before Joe winked at you and the nurse ushered them outside before the midwife came in along with the rest of the team, "Let's have this baby, shall we?", and you looked at Daniel, "Let's have this baby", before you pushed when your body told you too, Daniel supporting your back as he whispered encouraging words, "you're so strong, my love, you can do it. There's no one else in the world that is going to be the best mummy for this little girl and she's going to be so proud of you, just like I am now", he said and you got to the final push. Sitting back against the pillows, the nurses lifted the little girl and after a few taps on her cheek, she let out a high pitch scream both you and Daniel would remember for the rest of your lives, "she's here, Y/N, congratulations mummy and daddy", the midwife said as she placed the baby on your chest. You couldn't believe it, she was finally here. A head full of hair, chubby cheeks and eyes wide open just taking in the world around her, the commotion on the room already endearing her. You briefly looked at Daniel and, like you, tears were running down his face as he kept caressing your shoulders and whispering a chain of praise and "thank you" on your ear. "She's here, Sophia is here", and saying it out loud sounded even crazier. From dating back to when you were attending university and Daniel travelling nearly every weekend for most of the year, contracts and deals on and off, moving in together and getting married, and now holding the beautiful life your love created, you still couldn't believe it. "Now we're gonna need to take little one to check everything while you deliver the placenta, okay?", one of the nurses said and you extended your arms so she could grab her. Daniel moved so he could be both close to you while keeping and eye on his daughter, looking over to the nurses' station as they measured and weighed her before he looked down to you, "Thank you for gifting me the most important person of my life, my love, she's the best thing. Ever.", he said with loving (and still a bit teary) eyes grabbing your hand in his and kissing them before touching your forehead lovingly, "I love you so much. Thank you for managing to get here", you whispered and you kissed his hand that was caressing your cheek, "the win is even sweeter today", he said as he kissed you again, the nurse that said the same earlier smiling.

After delivering the placenta and having your baby girl back in your chest, Daniel couldn't stop the overwhelming surge of feeling in his chest. He was so happy and grateful for you, for the life he's had so far and the life he had yet to have and fill with memories with his family. You were already in your room with the nurse helping you feed Sophia when Daniel announced that his parents were outside the room and eager to meet their granddaughter, “I can tell them to come back later if you want”, he said, not wanting to impose anything, “bring them in, they helped me so much after all. And it’s their little baby girl, aren’t you little bug?”, you cooed at your daughter as she finished her milk, moving to cover yourself back up before burping her with the nurse’s help, just in time for them to get inside the room, "Here's our little babygirl, hello", they said as they peaked for her face, her cheeks nuzzled in the blankets, "so far she likes being al wrapped up", you giggled before offering her for your husband to hold her, "she hasn't had a proper cuddle with daddy yet", you said and Daniel was a natural, sitting next to you before ensuring you weren't in any pain and craddling her I'm his arms, "Hi, baby girl, look at you, you look so much like your mummy", he commented before he heard sniffles from his mum, "my baby has a baby of his own, leave me be", she said as she watched her son roll his eyes, feeling her husband rub her back.

They stayed for a bit before retiring back to rest in the hotel, leaving you and Daniel with Sophia, "you should rest, my love, I'll wake you up if she gets hungry", Daniel offered as he sat on the lounge chair shirtless after he had a proper shower and got clean clothes from Michael (who had been and angel and brought you a massive pasta dish from the restaurant you had dinner in the might before), your daughter doing some skin to skin with her daddy, "We'll have some chats, daddy will tell you about his race today, because a lot happened while you were pestering mommy to come out!".

[djdangerlove]

Found this in the bottom of my drafts and thought why not...

Buck opens the passenger door and takes a moment to memorize the way amber rays of sunset fall across his best friend’s face, highlighting faint little marks and scars telling a story in smooth, tanned skin. Eddie is beautiful in the raw sense of the word, effortless on the surface and artfully sculpted by the world beneath.

Buck reaches out with slightly calloused fingers brushing against a stubbled jawline, thumb tracing the curve of a fever colored cheek. “Hey, Sleeping Beauty. You’re home,” Buck says with a gentle tap of his fingers. Eddie shivers into wakefulness, smearing drool down Buck’s open palm that he doesn’t retract fast enough. 

“I think,” the older man starts, but clears his throat when it comes out too close to a Kermit the Frog impersonation. “I think that doctor gave me a horse tranquilizer. I’m so tired.”

He blinks up at Buck, one eye a fraction of a second behind the other and makes no move to get out of the jeep so Buck reaches across his lap and unbuckles his seatbelt all while explaining with an amused chuckle, “They gave you a steroid shot and in case no one has ever told you before, you’re dramatic when you have a sinus infection.” 

More awake now, Eddie scowls at Buck while slowly sliding out of the car. “Yeah? Well, what’s your daily excuse then?” 

Buck shuts the door and falls into a snail’s pace shuffle towards the front porch of the house beside his best friend. “I guess you could say that a childhood with emotionally neglectful parents-“

“Cut it out,” the side of Eddie’s face struggles to choose between amusement or sympathy so it ripples adorably with both. “You’re not guilt tripping me into losing this…whatever this is.”

“I don’t have to,” Buck says, moving to unlock the door when they finally reach it. “You’re gonna fall asleep as soon as you lay down and probably forget this entire conversation.” 

“I’m not going to forget that I love a dramatic dork or that your parents are assholes who should have loved you better,” Eddie replies while dropping haphazardly onto the couch, coughing into the dead silence that suddenly fills the living room. 

Buck hovers between the back of the couch and the kitchen, unsure of what to say or how to say it so he drops the bag of supplies near Eddie’s hip and offers a quiet, “I’m going to go make some soup.”

“Buck-“

“You’re doing a lot of talking for someone who wanted me to buy four packs of throat lozenges,” Buck stops in the entry way of the kitchen to offer a reassuring grin at Eddie peeking up over the back of the couch, nervous, fever-bright eyes blinking back at him under rumpled hair across his forehead. “I think I remember how Pepa made her famous soup for Chris last time so just rest while I fix it for us, okay?” 

Eddie rolls his bottom lip between his teeth, but nods all the same. 

————

“I may have put too much cumin. No, I definitely did, but with the way your nose is stuffed up it shouldn’t make a difference in taste for you,” Buck winces at him from across the table. “Please just don’t tell Pepa I messed up her recipe.” 

Eddie tilts his head, ignoring the painful pressure in his face to enjoy the way Buck tenses worriedly. “I won’t if you delete that picture you took of me asleep in the car.” 

“Wha-“ Buck starts around a slurp of soup and hurries to catch it with his napkin before it can drip onto his shirt. The liquid still manages to soak into the pink cotton threads and he blots at it with a frown. “How did you know about that? You were dead to the world!”

Eddie’s face oozes into a smile, relieved that they can fall back into easy banter as if he hadn’t overstepped before. “I didn’t. Not for sure, but I figured you were looking for blackmail because of the infamous collection I have of you. A crime of opportunity.”

Buck scoffs and pulls out his phone to set the picture as his lock screen before turning it around to show Eddie. “Pepa adores me. I’m not worried.”

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Buck,” Eddie warns even though both of them are grinning. “When I’m not two seconds away from falling asleep I’ll get you back for this. I have plenty of ammo.” 

“Okay, G.I. Joe,” Buck mocks with a salute before standing up from the table. “Let’s get you back to the couch before you fall asleep in the soup and another crime of opportunity happens.”

If Eddie minds the hovering, he doesn’t say as Buck walks with him to the couch and fluffs some of the pillows. Eddie leans his head against the back of the couch when he sits and closes his eyes, listening to Buck move around the house for a few minutes before he feels him hover once more. 

“You’re going to hurt your neck like that,” Buck says from where he’s standing behind the couch looking down at Eddie. 

“It’s helping with the sinus pressure, honestly.”

“I know of a better way, hang on.” 

Eddie hears Buck move away and down the hall towards the bathroom and pries his eyes back open when he feels his tall shadow cast over him once again. 

“Here,” Buck murmurs, holding up a warm, damp washcloth. “Close your eyes, okay? This will help.”

Eddie does so, trusting Buck with whatever he’s about to do and feels himself lower into the couch with relief as the heat from the washcloth fights against the tightness in his face when his friend gently drapes it across the bridge of his nose. 

“Wow, I almost feel bad for all the times I sent one of those photos of you drooling like a baby in the group chat now,” Eddie says, smiling up at Buck standing over him even if it’s obscured by the towel. 

“Uh huh. Sure.” Buck lifts the towel to refold it and place it across Eddie forehead. 

“I do,” the sick man says, grin slipping as his words begin to sound more serious. “But not as sorry as I am for…overstepping earlier. I-“

“Hey, no. Don’t do that,” Buck says as he moves around to stand between the coffee table and the couch to straighten up the medicine and tissues and make sure the tv remote is within reach. “You didn’t overstep.”

“Buck, I-“

Buck fumbles with the remote, thumbing over the buttons with an audible soft tap, voice barely carrying over it. “My parents are assholes and…I wish they had loved me better.” 

“They should have,” Eddie leaves no room for argument, picking his head up making the washcloth fall into his lap. 

Buck nods, agreement more so that they can move on rather than fully believing it. “And maybe…maybe I am a dramatic dork.”

“I said-“

“And if you… if you love me then… I’m okay with that,” Buck says, chancing a glance at Eddie and smiling when the other man grins back. “Really okay with it.” 

“Good,” Eddie nods and for a moment they are caught in a standstill of staring at each other as the axis of their friendship begins to shift towards something else. The moment however is broken by Eddie coughing into his elbow. “But maybe we wait until I’m feeling better?” 

“I’m not going anywhere,” Buck agrees, going back to straightening up and picking up Eddie’s discarded tissues. 

“You don’t have to do that,” Eddie scrunches his nose and holds his hand out like he has the energy to get up and throw them away himself. 

“I know I don’t,” Buck says, pausing just behind the couch to lean over and place his first kiss to the crown of Eddie’s head. “But I think it’s a thing people do when they love somebody.”

[imachrisgirl]

OLDER ll Chris Evans

WARNINGS- SMUT. I honestly don’t know read at ur own risk tbh (it’s not too bad)

Your life wasn’t suppose to go like this. You’d had it planned out, or rather planned out for you, since birth. Born to celebrity parents, you’d had a college fund before you were born.

But you’d never went to college.

Now, twenty one years of age, you sat in the home of the one and only Chris Evans. Just like you’d done for the passing months. Your toothbrush sat adjacent to his in the master bathroom connected to his bedroom. You’d practically, though not technically, moved in.

He was in his early forties, much to the dismay of your parents. You’d been attracted to toxicity all your life, it shouldn’t have been much of a surprise to them. Chris had everything you’d wanted, a house, a fence, the dog to complete the picture of the American dream.

But you couldn’t help but feel he wasn’t focused on you. He was distracted. He came home late and went to bed before you got the chance to speak or utter a single word towards eachother.

“I don’t fucking know Jenna. He just seems so- occupied. Like there’s no room for me in his busy life anymore. What should I do? Do I cut my losses and pack my shit?”

“Or..well I don’t know, you could talk to him? Like seriously y/n be a normal human being and speak to him about it.”

“Fine.”

You decided to throw on some lacy red lingerie and hoped he’d fuck you for the first time in weeks. Your mind had started to wonder if he was getting it somewhere else.

Click.

The door shut.

“Woah.” He said as he entered the room. You turned around to face him. His eyes eyed you up and down, examine every last detail of every curve and cell your body possessed.

“I-i’m tired.” He said.

What. The. Ever loving. Fuck.

“Are you fucking cheating on me?” You said, you didn’t mean for it to come out so suddenly but it did so the best option was to go with the flow.

“No! What the fuck are you talking about?”

“Well. Fuck Chris, I don’t know. You haven’t fucked me in two weeks, you’re always working late or doing whatever the fuck it is that you do, and immediately come home and fall dead asleep. You don’t even give me the goddamn time of day. That’s all I ask for. For you to talk to me.” You explained. Emphasizing the “working.”

His face went pale and his eyes briefly shut before re-opening.

“You’re right.”

“No fucking shit.”

“I’m sorry. I’ve just been stressed with work. I shouldn’t have done this.” He reasoned.

“So, there’s no one else?” You questioned.

“No baby. It’s only you.” He told you, placing his hands on your hips and pulling you closer to his tall figure.

It really, really, really, fucking turned you on. Your panties were already soaked in your wetness.

“I get that. But you need to speak to me about it instead of you shutting me out. Okay?”

“Absolutely.” He says. His eyes traveled to your tits, eyeing them. You were surely dripping down your goddamn leg. No relief in two weeks had almost killed you. You ached for anything, some kind of pressure. You involuntary bucked your hips against him.

“Needy, huh baby? Guess we oughta do something about that.” He says.

“Yes. Please. Please.” You pleaded. He hadn’t even touched you yet and you’d already melted in a puddle at his feet.

“Lay down.” He said.

You obeyed and laid flat on your back. Usually you’d put up a fight, but you were so very worked up.

“Too many clothes…” He clicked his tounge as he tore of your lacy underwear.

He didn’t waste any time after that. He kissed up your thigh, up to your waistline, before traveling back down to your clit.

“Tell me what you want.”

“Your mouth. Please.”

His hot breathe alone would probably be enough to push you over the edge.

He simply nodded before diving into your heat. You immediately grabbed at his hair and moaned so loudly you thought every single neighbor of yours could hear you.

Not even two minutes later, you felt the familiar tension about to explode in your stomach. You finally reached your orgasm and screamed into the pillow. It wasn’t until now you’d realized you were crying. Mascara ran down your face from ecstasy.

“Fuck me. Fuck me please. Please.” You pleaded with him. You knew he needed relief too.

“Mmm. You want me to fuck you? How bad?”

“Please. I need you now. Please.” You pleaded.

In one swift movement he entered you, much to your surprise, but also relief. The ache you’d felt in your core had finally been satisfied. You bit into his shoulder until it fucking drew blood.

“So good. So tight for me. Such a good girl.”

You could only moan in reply. Even if you were to try speaking, your mouth would only scream.

“Oh god. Oh god. Chris. I’m going to fucking cum again.”

“Not yet baby.”

“Please. Please. I can’t. Too much.” You said, as he rubbed your clit to create even more tension.

“You can take it. I know you can.” He said.

“You can cum, baby, let it go.” He said. You both came in unison.

“Yes baby. You’re so fucking hot under me. I want you all the time.” He said, rolling over onto his back.

“Couldve if you’d spoke to me the past two weeks.” You poked his chest.

“I’m sorry baby. I’ll fuck you every night to make up for that.”

The End.

[heavyhitterheaux]

Like a Virgin

First Lady of Private Garden Fic

AN: The wait is over!!

Synopsis: You and Jack have been official for 6 months and one day you bring up wanting to go all the way with him

Pairing: Baby!Jack Harlow x Baby!Reader

Requested by: all of you! Lol 🤭

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You and your boyfriend of six months were currently having a movie marathon in your backyard on a wide screen projector that your dad had purchased a week earlier. You and Jack volunteered to test it out and see how everything worked. It was the middle of summer and you were absolutely loving the fact that you got to spend quality time with your boyfriend.

You admit that this was your first relationship ever and that you really didn’t know what you were doing and kind of winging it.

However, one thing you always did was take Jack’s feelings into consideration and make sure he knew how much you cared about him.

You had good examples of amazing relationships to look at, your parents, as well as Jack's parents and even your older sister who had been in a long-term relationship for the past three years.

You just knew her and Mike were going to get married and were just waiting for him to tell you that he bought the ring and was planning to propose.

You had thought long and hard about this and you felt as though you and Jack were ready for it.

However, if he had told you that he wasn’t, in no way, shape, or form would you put pressure on him to change his mind and would simply wait until he was.

There was only about thirty minutes left in the movie when you suddenly turned to your boyfriend. You hadn’t been paying it any attention anyway.

He was simply eyeing you as he pushed up his glasses to avoid them from falling off his face,

“Why are you looking at me like that, babe? You okay?”

“I’m fine, just thinking.”

“About what?”

“How cute my boyfriend is and….”

“And what?”

“I just… I was thinking earlier how we’ve been together for six months.”

“Yes, and it’s been amazing.”

“It has, but…”

“But, what?! We aren’t breaking up, right?!?”

“What? NO! Relax babe, not a chance. It’s just….”

“Come out with it, mamas.”

“I think I want to take the next step.”

“As in?”

“I want to have sex with my boyfriend.”

Jack immediately turned red after hearing you say this and all you could do was laugh at how flustered he got.

“Wait, you’re sure?”

“Yes, I’ve thought about it for a while.”

“Absolutely positive?”

“Yes, babe! Why do you keep asking me that?” You questioned while turning your body towards him fully as the credits were beginning to roll across the screen.

“Because, I need to make sure you’re truly ready and not going to regret it after we finish.”

“Why would I regret it if it’s with you?”

Of course Jack was now red as a tomato and you let out another laugh.

“You are so cute when you blush. I never get tired of seeing it.”

“Come on babe, stopppp.”

“I will never! But you didn’t exactly give me an answer.” You say looking down at your newly painted manicured nails which happened to be Jack’s favorite color, purple.

“If it’s what you want, yes.”

“But this isn’t just about me. It’s about you too and I want to make sure you’re comfortable with this because I never want to make it so you aren’t.”

“Then my answer is yes.”

—

Later that night Jack found himself with Urban while you found yourself with one of your friends Victoria who was actually Urban’s fling of the month.

Of course the two of you needed advice on this entire situation.

Jack had been flustered every since you told him that you wanted to have sex with him. 

Jack had explained to Urban what the situation was and Urban simply got a smile on his face while looking over at his best friend.

“Okay, so hit that! What’s the problem?”

“Do you have to make it sound like that?!”

“My bad, I know she’s your girl and all but if she says she’s ready then go for it. What are we waiting for?”

“I don’t know, I’m nervous I guess.”

“I was too, but Crystal… shiiiiit, don’t regret that at all.”

“What if it’s not everything she expects?”

“Would you relax? Just because it’s you, I don’t think she would even care. The way she looks at you and the way you look at her is some forever type shit. It’s gross actually, but whatever.”

“It’s going to be hard to do seeing as her parents are now working from home all summer.”

“Now, I have a plan and don’t you worry about it. I got condoms, candles, and all that girly shit I know she’ll like. Does she like whipped cream? Chocolate? The mood is about to be set!”

“What? Why do you have all that? I mean the condoms I get, but?”

“Does Y/N like lavender? If not I think I have like a cinnamon scented candle or some shit but that’s usually good for fall. Hmm, maybe mango? Pineapple?”

“Ehh lavender is fine.”

“My best friend is growing up on me.”

“Shut the hell up, you didn’t even lose yours that long ago.”

“True, but I still have more experience than you and I’m about to walk you through this.”

“Walk me through it?”

Urban simply sighed before coming over to sit next to Jack.

“Feel her body out and you do the rest.”

“Wait, that’s it? That can’t be it.”

“But it is and oh foreplay is important! Don’t just ram into her like you have no damn sense and besides that’s going to hurt her.”

“And that is literally the last thing I want to do.”

“I mean it’s going to hurt her anyway seeing as if she’s never done it before so your ass needs to be gentle and not get too excited and shit. I mean you get excited just when you see her and I swear you be about to cum in your pants on sight.”

“URB!”

“Just saying, but I got yall. Next weekend, house party.”

“So soon?!”

“What do you mean so soon?!? You trying to get your dick wet aren’t you? I’ll make sure no one disturbs my two best friends while yall go at it. You said it’s going to be hard to dodge the parents so I will make sure it happens.”

Jack was silent and simply just looking at Urban.

“Please get your shit together before next weekend because the last thing I want is for you to tell me you threw up all over her because you were so nervous.”

Meanwhile at Victoria’s house, the two of you were making snickerdoodles when you told her about wanting to go all the way with Jack.

“Girl!!! Yes! The two of you are so cute and I knew it was only a matter of time before it happened.”

“Even though I was the one to bring it up to him, I’m definitely nervous.”

“And that’s normal babe. I was definitely nervous, but let me tell you once the two of you get into a comfortable rhythm, you about to be on cloud nine!”

“I heard that it hurts though.”

“It does the first time, and if you aren’t wet enough, or if he’s not really fitting, or…”

“Victoria, you’re scaring me.”

“No, no! Don’t be scared! You might even bleed a little bit, but…”

“VICTORIA!”

“It’s the hymen thingy that he’s going to break when he goes in you, but it’s worth it. After he gets past it, instant pleasure.”

“Maybe I’ll wait a little longer.”

“Nope, you’re ready. You two have been together for six months! Oh, and after you get comfortable and everything, I’ll teach you how to ride him.”

“Ride him?” You asked as you bit into a cookie. 

“Yes, you’re on top and therefore in control and he is completely at your mercy. I just about killed Urban last week when I did it to him.”

“What other tricks do you know?”

“Oh, plenty! Reverse cowgirl when it’s the same thing except you’re facing away from him, doggy style might be my favorite when you’re on all fours, and um missionary is top tier even though a lot of people think otherwise. Allows him to get DEEP in your guts. So deep his shit might tickle your tonsils.”

“I can’t stand you, I swear.”

“Just wait until Jack does it to you. You two already can’t get enough of each other and this is essentially the last piece.” 

You were quiet as you grabbed another cookie to eat. 

“Oh, and do you have a gag reflex?”

“What?”

“I mean once you get comfortable after the first few times and feel things out, deep throat him like your life depends on it.”

In order to not blow anyone’s cover for the weekend, all four of you came up with the idea that Jack would be spending the night with Urban which wasn’t totally a lie, while you would be with Victoria which was definitely a lie seeing as you would be with Jack.

Victoria’s older sister was covering for the both of you so everything was essentially a go. 

The parents didn’t know that Urban’s parents were out of town and that essentially he had the house to himself despite the party that would be happening.

It was now Saturday at 8 PM and you and Victoria were getting ready at her house and your nerves were shot.

It helped that Urban lived only two blocks away from her so you two would be okay to walk seeing as it was summer and it was still light outside.

Otherwise, you knew Jack and/or Urban would come and get the both of you.

Victoria could tell that you were almost stalling in a way and taking your slow sweet time getting ready.

“Come on boo! Your man is waiting on you!”

“I know, I’m coming. I just…”

“It’s going to be fine and I can’t wait to hear all about it. Now let’s do your hair even though Jack is about to sweat it out anyway!”

Victoria sat you down at her vanity and since you were wearing your natural hair, she lightly straightened it before curling it.

Once she was finished and satisfied with the way that it looked, you placed on your earrings and the two of you were officially ready to go.

Your phone had gone off signaling to you that you had a text from Jack and your heart immediately skipped a beat.

Smush- Can’t wait to see you

You- Won’t be long, we’re leaving soon

“Is that bae?!” Victoria asked while smirking and all you could do was laugh.

“It is.”

“Well, let’s not keep him waiting!”

The two of you had reached Urban’s house in record time all because of Victoria pulling you along. At one point in time, you tried to turn around and make a run for it, but she wasn’t having it. 

You could hear the music as you turned onto the street even though Urban’s house was all the way at the end.

You just hoped that no police showed up like they did last time Urban had thrown a party which resulted in you and Victoria making a break for it out the window. 

Once the two of you finally reached the house, you let yourselves in and was on a mission to find your boyfriend when you suddenly ran into your best friend Urban.

“Y/N, your man is waiting on you!”

“He is?”

“Of course he is. Go upstairs and go to the end of the hallway and then turn left. He was too nervous to stay down here and wait for you. And by the looks of it, you are too.”

Just then Victoria hit Urban’s arm, indicating for him to shut up.

“Stop scaring her. Go ahead, boo. We’ll be down here.” She said nudging you towards the stairs and stealing Urban’s blunt at the same time. 

You followed directions and when you got to what was believed to be Urban’s room, you slowly opened the door to see your boyfriend sitting on the bed waiting for you.

“Hey baby girl.” Jack greeted you before standing up and bringing you into a hug. 

“Hey.”

He made sure to lock the door behind the two of you and simply leaned down to kiss you.

You noticed how this kiss felt different.

Not different in a bad way, but different in there almost being a sense of urgency.

“Is that lavender I smell?” You asked before looking around for its source and the candles were burning on the tall dresser in the corner of the room. 

“It is, that was Urban’s idea. He asked if you liked lavender and I looked it up and it’s supposed to calm you or some shit like that. He also asked about whipped cream and chocolate and….”

“Then I’m going to need a lot more and what? Urban is wild between him and Victoria, I just don’t know.” You confessed while being completely honest.

“No need to be nervous around me, babe. I’ll always take care of you.” Jack said, leaning down and bringing you into another kiss.

“I have no doubt that you will.”

After clothes had been discarded, Jack took in your full form and simply complimented how beautiful your body was.

He was a gentleman through and through and he has never given you a reason to think otherwise since the two of you had met. 

After slipping on the condom Jack had slowly eased his way inside of you making sure that you were okay and peered down to see that you looked as if you wanted to say something to him, but was holding back which made him a tad bit nervous.

“Does this feel okay?” Jack looked down to see you wincing and all you could do was nod your head yes.

“Baby, if it hurts, I can stop. I don’t want you to be uncomfortable in any way.”

“It’s fine, just keep going. It’ll stop hurting in a minute.” 

You knew that this was the worst part and that the pain wasn’t going to last forever, so you might as well keep going and stick it out. 

Otherwise, you would be right back to square one again. 

You felt an intense amount of pressure making you have a tighter hold on Jack’s arm and he was whispering sweet words in your ear to walk you through it before suddenly getting a wave of relief.

And that’s what Victoria had been talking about. 

“How about now?”

“Better, keep going.”

Jack listened to the directions that you had given him and was starting to increase his pace when you suddenly placed a hand on his chest in order to get him to slow down.

You wanted for this to be extra special and not that it wasn’t, you just wanted to take your time.

“Babe, you don’t have to go so fast. You literally have me all night so just take your time, okay?”

 You said as you reached up to kiss him and he gave you a small smile before continuing the task at hand.

You hoped that the sound of your moans would be drowned out by the loud music downstairs and it was almost as if Urban knew what was coming since you could’ve swore that the volume had gotten a little bit louder. 

You wanted for Jack to go deeper in you so Victoria had told you to wrap your leg around him to pull him in closer and that’s exactly what you did earning moans from the both of you.

“Shit, you feel so good around me.”

“I think I’m close, babe.”

Still keeping the same pace, all Jack did was reach down to massage your clit (You were actually surprised that he found it. You figured that he had to have asked Urban). 

And that was all it took for you to reach your first ever orgasm with your boyfriend following soon behind you. 

Jack was simply placing kisses along your neck as you were trying to recover while you still had a tight hold on him.

Once your breathing had slowed, he slipped out of you making you wince at the sensation before sliding off the condom and throwing it away.

He simply laid beside you before you reached over to lay against him. He brought his left arm around you to pull you in closer and simply placed a kiss on your forehead.

You glanced at the clock on the nightstand to see that it was now around 11 PM, but it didn’t seem like the party was going to be over anytime soon. 

The two of you were laying in a comfortable silence before Jack finally broke it.

“I didn’t hurt you too bad, did I?” He asked wanting for you to be completely honest with him.

“No, I’m fine, promise. I’ll probably just be a little sore. And I think the lavender helped, I’m definitely a lot calmer and so are you.”

“I just knew I was about to mess up something.”

“Why? I like you for you and no one’s first time is ever perfect. I wouldn’t have wanted to do this with anyone else. We have plenty of time to figure out what we like and what we don’t like.”

“I know for a fact when you wrapped your leg around me… damn I thought I was gonna bust then.”

You instantly busted out laughing and all Jack could do was shake his head and you knew he was being completely serious.

“Victoria actually told me to do that and said she does it to Urban all the time.”

“Why am I not surprised? Those two are always going at it. Oh, babe go pee.”

“What? Why?”

“I read somewhere that girls should always pee after sex so that they don’t get a urinary tract infection.”

“I definitely lucked out in the boyfriend department.” You said while unwrapping yourself from Jack and making your way into the bathroom.

“Nah, that’s definitely me who lucked out.”

The next morning you were woken up by there being a knock on the door and Urban sticking his head in. You were still laying on Jack’s chest and you made sure that the comforter was covering your body.

“Sooo, how’d it go?” Urban asked while smirking and all you could do was laugh before rolling your eyes.

“Fine, Urb.” Jack answered while smiling at him.

“The lavender did the trick, huh? I knew it would work to calm both of your asses down. Both of you were shaking like a fucking leaf and I just knew Jack was about to throw up.” Urban replied before coming all the way into the room.

“URB!”

“What?! Anyway, I got your favorites from McDonalds for the two of you and I’ll just hand the bag over because it looks as if you two still don’t have clothes on. And uhhh I’m going to need a lot of help cleaning up. Victoria’s still here and there are a shit ton of people passed out in the living room and my parents are supposed to be back in 45 minutes.”

“45 MINUTES??!”

“Yep! So if you two could get a move on that would be helpful. Yall can continue the cuddle session later. I’ll be downstairs!”

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GREETINGS, MY DEAR FRIEND. if your requests are really open, may i ask for your faves (can be one of them, can be all of them, it depends on you!) + azul and riddle with an s/o who's the oldest sibling? thank you for your time and enjoy your week <33 (don't feel pressured to do this ofc JLSDJLAD you can do your ideas first !!)

↳ oldest sibling s/o.

characters: trey clover, jamil viper, azul ashengrotto, riddle rosehearts.

genre: fluff.

a/n: THE POWER YOU’VE GIVEN ME yes i’m putting four bc. my favs.

TREY knows how tired you must be. He loves his little siblings to bits, but he gets that sometimes you’re just tired. If you are the type of person to say that you hate your siblings but really don’t, he gets amused every time you speak about them. He knows that you talk bad about them, yet it’s clear how protective you are. You can complain all you want to him, he will listen. He is aware that as the oldest, you are the anchor, therefore no one realizes that you’re being crushed under all your expectations. All of it is thrown away when it comes to him. He ensures that you are relaxed around him and don’t have to worry about carrying another burden with a smile. Trey definitely likes to hug you a lot, if you make it clear that you don’t really get hugged that often. They’re long hugs too, they’re long enough to give you, even just temporarily, peace inside.

JAMIL sees past what you put up. He is too used to seeing this; he has literally had to do this for most of his life. He is an intelligent person who has to work hard to keep that hidden; meanwhile, you are the person who has to follow the expectations set to you from a young age. He can tell you are burned out. You are not even in a situation like Kalim’s, where you are rich, you actually have to work until you get to a position where you are safe. Jamil hates seeing how much you force yourself to do in order to make your parents proud. He is the one that tells you how proud he is. If no one else tells you, he will. If no one else shows you how much they appreciate you, Jamil will. He wants to help you the one no one helped him because you are the only person that has seen past what he tries to hide. You are the only person who reached out to him and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do the same for you.

AZUL likes to think that you’re just as hard-working as him, when he actually starts realizing that maybe it’s not the hard work. Maybe you are so used to stress that whenever you are not in a constant state of it, you get even more panicked. This idea came to him after he told you that you did not have to take care of the twins, yet you insisted it was fine, that you didn’t have anything else to do. However, he was stubborn. But he saw the effects of that when you were pacing, nervous as though relaxing was going to bring something bad. Azul finds out after a while what is going on and he does his absolute best to slowly get you to ease up on your workload. If you truly want to help him, he will not say no. He likes spending time with you; he will just tell you to vent if you need to. He’s the kind of guy who will stay up late talking to you because he knows that you need someone to be there. He is more than willing to be that person. If no one else will, he will because he wants to. He is not good at saying he loves you out loud, but he says it in his tone when he goes on and on about stuff he likes about you, from your work ethic to your personality. Your smile is everything and he wishes to be the one that causes it.

RIDDLE understands that you carry a lot on your shoulders. Since you are the oldest, you are the model in your family. It is similar to his role as housewarden, only you have your siblings stuck with you for a while, maybe even forever. The protective instinct never goes away and it is even more haywire when you are not there with them. He tries to help you whenever he can since you carry a lot. He tends to hold tea parties just for the two of you to help you relax and so you can spend time together. Here, you can vent to him, he will listen and give advice if you want it. Mostly, he is concerned that you might burn yourself out. He sees your potential and the last thing he wants is for you to collapse. If there is anything you need help with, he is there for you. He makes it clear that you do not need to keep up the strong act with him, you can finally breathe.

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CHAPTER 2: THE WEIRDO ON MAPLE STREET

This is an Original Character fanfiction. All Stranger Things characters and content are owned by Netflix and The Duffer Brothers.

a/n: This part is heavy. A lot of things are happening. Nancy and Diana's friendship dynamic will be tested throughout the season. I wanted to make this pool party as realistic as possible. In watching this episode, I understand Nancy's want to fit in, but it's at the expense of Barb in my opinion and I wanted to showcase how that feels through Diana. As a dancer, I hate when after finding out I am a dancer, people tell me to dance...it makes me uncomfortable. It's not a skill that is always on for me. The move Diana shows everyone is called a Scorpion (Rhythmic Gymnastic Style).

P.S. This is what I picture Diana wearing to the pool party.

Warnings: Sexual implications. Blood. Peer Pressure.

Word Count: 3511

Masterlist

PART I || PART II || PART III || PART IV || PART V

HARRINGTON RESIDENCE

When Steve said he was having a party, I never expected to be outside in his backyard, sitting on a lawn chair freezing to death. I shiver wrapping my arms around my knees. I have been here for over an hour and have done nothing but sit by the heated pool watching the water. The definition of ‘party’ was as lost as I felt. Tommy H attempts to throw Carol in the pool. She screams trying her best to escape his hold. I lean against Barb savouring her warmth and rest my head on her arm watching everything unfold. Nancy sits in a lawn chair beside Steve. Barb and I were long forgotten once we arrived. I am too cold to care.

“I thought parties were primarily inside the house.” I mumble. “What kind of party is this?” 

“A stupid one.” Barb responds with a sigh.

“All they do is smoke and drink. Where’s the food?” 

“Eating isn’t in style, I guess.”

I peer around Barb’s shoulder keeping an eye on Nancy and notice she is on her second beer for the night.  I groan, feeling restless and stand up to stretch my legs. 

“Did you want to go for a walk?” 

“Where?” 

“I don’t know, around the pool.” 

Barb looks at the pool, wrinkling her nose in distaste. “No thanks.” 

I pout, but don’t question her and begin my walk. 

“Diana, where are you going?” Nancy asks. 

“I’m tired of sitting around. I’m going to walk around the pool for a bit.” 

Nancy smiles, her blue eyes seem glazed and a little out of focused. “Okay. Just don’t leave.” 

“I won’t.” I respond, no matter how much I actually want to leave. 

I stroll along the edge of the pool thinking. Steve Harrington throws a lot of parties and I’m most certain the whole school has been to Steve’s house at least once in their lifetime. Which meant Steve’s parents weren’t home often. I look at the towering house and the expansive backyard. I don’t know what it’s like to be an only child, but I do know how it feels to be lonely even with others around. My gaze lowers to across the pool. Nancy smiles at Steve; they’ve been talking since we arrived leaving Barb and I alone. I don’t look at Tommy H and Carol, knowing they’re all over each other, stealing kisses and soft giggles. Instead, I look at Steve. Really look at him. His impressively beautiful hair, the cigarette behind his ear, the forgotten can of beer in his hand, the way he looks at Nancy. Like he…enjoys being around her. 

I tilt my head to the side. This is the first time I am privy to observing how Steve interacts with Nancy. He seems more…genuine and real. Not this superficial, arrogant persona he puts on at school or when he’s with Tommy H and Carol. I admit my perception of Steve Harrington is based on how others view and talk about him. He’s the boy we watch walk away. The Big Man on Campus. The Casanova. A glorified asshole. But in being in his house for this brief moment and seeing how he is with Nancy separate from Tommy H and Carol…maybe I had it all wrong and Steve Harrington isn’t that bad. 

A gust of wind blows past and I hug my jacket close to me. I am so cold I start to jump up and down. Sauté. Sauté. Sauté. I jump higher landing through my feet. Glissade assemblé. Glissade assemblé. I continue to jump from petit allegro to grand allegro and after a few minutes I begin to practice the Gargouillade.

“Do you ever sit down?” Tommy H shouts. 

I almost miss what he said and stop jumping. From across the pool, Steve, Nancy, Barb, Tommy H and Carol stare at me with expressions ranging from awe to concern. 

“She’s practicing.” Nancy says. 

“For what?”

“The Nutcracker showcase next month.” 

Tommy H winces. “Sounds painful.” 

“What the hell is a Nutcracker?” Steve asks. 

“The Nutcracker,” Nancy corrects. “And it’s a two-act ballet by Tchaikovsky.” 

“Bless you.” Carol jokes, grinning. Tommy H kisses her temple.

I roll my eyes, putting my hands on my hips and pace back and forth in efforts to catch my breath. Sweat trickles down my back and I finally feel hot enough to take off my jacket. 

“Diana got one of the lead roles in the second act.” 

“Nancy.” I warn, marching to the other side of the pool. 

“What? It’s a big deal and you should be so proud of yourself!” 

“I am but…” I squeeze my jacket. Stop telling them my business! 

“How long have you been dancing?” Steve asks me, sipping his beer. I am taken aback by his question.

It’s the first time Steve is talking to me directly and not through Nancy. The first time I feel like he acknowledges me enough to talk to me despite the circumstance being forced upon me by Nancy. It takes me a moment to respond. 

“I-I was two when I started,” I stutter, looking anywhere but his face. “It’s how I met Nancy."

“You’re a dancer too?” He directs his question to her.  

“I quit last year.” 

“Why?” 

“I just didn’t want to dance anymore.” 

“Why not?” 

“I don’t know. I just didn’t…” she shrugs, finishing the last of the beer. Nancy wipes her mouth with the back of her hand. “Diana is gonna go pro one day.” 

I feel like I’m going to explode. Steve looks at me again and this time I meet his gaze. 

“Pro? Sounds like sports.” 

“Dance is a sport.” I interject. 

Steve raises his eyebrows, though his eyes tell me he doesn’t agree with me. I’m not surprised because it’s the common stigma surrounding dance. Becoming a professional dancer is a one in a million chance. There are so many odds to win against. Making money is dependent on the opportunities you get and with whom. It’s not as stable as a regular 9 to 5 and the training is extensive and strenuous that most don’t make it. 

“Diana has the grace, strength and flexibility.” Nancy continues. “Her lines are perfect; her feet are beautiful.”

“Lines?” Carol questions. 

My nails dig into my palms. 

"The way she moves is aesthetically pleasing. She can do crazy things with her body.” 

“Is that so?” Tommy H smirks. 

“Diana, show them!” 

My face feels like it’s on fire. Everyone is looking at me now. I shift from side to side wanting the ground to swallow me up. All this attention on me is too much and I feel like I can’t breathe.

“No, no. I-I can’t.” 

“Please, Diana?” Nancy begs, clasping her fingers together. 

I want to tell her to stop. I hate being asked to dance outside of a studio. It makes me feel like a clown at a circus, ready to entertain and Nancy knows this. 

“I would love to see these crazy things you can do with your body.” Tommy H’s tone suggests something else entirely. 

“Me too!” Carol adds, leaning back on him. 

I shake my head, tucking a loose curl behind my ear. “It’s too cold.” 

“Just a kick then!” Nancy offers. 

“Yeah, just a kick, Diana.” Tommy H adds, smiling devilishly at me.  

“Nancy, I don’t think—” Barb begins. 

“Yeah, show us!” Carol interjects, smiling at me. 

Tommy H cheers aloud while clapping obnoxiously. I glance at the faces in front of me. Barb looks as uncomfortable as I feel and I can tell she’s trying to help me out of this situation but she is overshadowed by Tommy H and Carol. Steve looks surprisingly hesitant and Nancy’s hopeful face stares encouragingly at me. I close my eyes and sigh, placing my jacket on the empty lawn chair beside Barb. Nancy squeals in excitement as I perform some last-minute stretches to warm up my hips and back. 

Lifting my left leg up and grab the outer side of my foot with my left hand. I begin to push my back foot towards the sky as high as I can which is pretty high, considering its already by my ear without much effort. I turn my elbow outward so it’s pointing forward and in front of my head. I lift my other hand and grab my ankle with my right hand and meet my left hand with it. When I straighten my leg and pull my leg forward, the back of my thigh touches my head. I pull until I am in an over split. 

“Holy shit. How is that possible?” Steve exclaims. Nancy claps proudly while Steve stares at me wide eyed and confused. 

“That’s disgusting.” Carol says. 

“What are you?” Tommy H adds. 

I immediately let go of my leg and stand straight. They didn’t have to be so mean. 

“Okay, that’s enough.” Barb snaps, holding my jacket out to me. I take it from her, sitting in the lawn chair beside her. 

The “party” resumes as if nothing happened with Tommy H, Carol and Steve all standing finding someone or something else to entertain themselves with. Nancy watches Steve’s every move, trying to be discreet but failing. Tommy H and Carol stand near the pool and Tommy H tries to throw Carol inside again. Carol screams at the top of her lungs. 

“One, two, three.” 

 “You’re such an asshole, Tommy.” Carol giggles. 

Steve comes back with a can of beer in his hand. I can’t see what he’s doing until he quickly opens the can, putting his mouth on the side. I cringe thinking about all the germs on that can. He chugs the beer in a matter of seconds, dropping the can on the ground. 

“Is that supposed to impress me?” 

Steve plops himself on the lawn chair. The cigarette behind his ear, dangles from his lips. He looks at her feigning confusion.

“You’re not?” 

Of course, she is. 

“You are such a cliché; you do realize that?” 

“You are such a cliché.” Steve responds, reaching for a lighter on the side table. He lights his cigarette and inhales. “What with your grades and your band practice.” 

“I’m so not in band.” 

“Okay, party girl.” He hands her a can of beer and the blade, challenging her. “Why don’t you just show us how it’s done, then?” 

Barb and I look at each other. That would be Nancy’s third beer for the night. Any more and she’ll get sick. I close my eyes praying Nancy won’t do what I think she’s going to do. Barb shakes her head. 

“Okay.” 

Nancy standing up caught the attention of Tommy H and Carol. 

“You gotta make a hole at the bottom—”

“I got it.” 

“Yeah, she’s smart, you douche!” Tommy H laughs, crushing a beer can against his head. 

“That explains so much.” I mutter under my breath. Barb snorts, smiling. 

Nancy pokes a hole in the can of beer and quickly opens the top before she begins chugging the beer. 

“Chug, chug, chug! Chug, chug, chug, chug, chug!” 

I’d be impressed, if I weren’t so taken aback by the way Nancy was acting. She drops the empty can on the floor, stumbling slightly. Tommy H, Carol and Steve all cheer and whoop for Nancy who curtsies in thanks. 

“Barb you wanna try?” 

Barb perks up. It’s the first time she’s been addressed the entire night. “What? No. No, I don’t want to. Thanks.” 

Nancy pouts. “Di?” 

“Absolutely not.” 

Nancy looks at Barb one more time. “Come on.”

“Yeah.” Steve encourages. I squint, shaking my head. 

“Nance. I don’t want to.” Barb hisses. 

Nancy ignores her putting another can of beer and the blade in Barb’s hand. “It’s fun! Just give it a shot.” 

“Nancy. She said no.” I interject, sternly. I can’t believe she’s forcing us to do things we clearly don’t want to do. 

“Okay. Fine.” 

Barb stands up in the centre of the circle. I look up at her feeling on edge about what was going to happen and what could happen. Barb isn’t equipped to poke a hole in the can. She doesn’t know how. The silence is so loud, it’s awkward and I want to grab Barb and tell her to sit down. Barb mumbles to herself, fiddling with the blade. She presses into the can, but the blade slips, slicing through her hand. Barb flinches, dropping the can and knife on the concrete. 

“Barb!” I shout, rushing to her. I hold her wrist in my hand to inspect the damage. Blood oozes out of the cut in her palm, trickling down her wrist and my fingers. “Oh my gosh.” 

“Gnarly.” Tommy H laughs. 

I glare at him, letting go of her wrist. “It’s not funny.” I snap. 

“Are you okay?” Nancy asks, her eyebrows etched with worry. She seemed to have sobered up a little. 

“Yeah.” Barb says. 

“Barb, you’re bleeding.” 

“I’m fine.” Barb replies, her voice is shaking and I know she’s fighting back tears. Barb looks at Steve. “Where’s your bathroom?” 

“Oh, it’s…it’s, uh, down past the kitchen to the left.” He stands up escorting her back to the house. 

I look at my hand and the dry blood sticking to my fingers and quickly grab my jacket from the lawn chair running after them. I can’t stand to be around Nancy right now. 

“I’m coming with you, Barb.”  

I hold Barb’s hand under the cold water in the downstairs bathroom. Steve left five minutes ago leaving me and Barb alone. The air feels thick and heavy around us as we stand in silence. I know Barb feels embarrassed about what happened and that’s the reason she’s not talking. I understand completely and allow her the time to process what had just happened. Removing Barb’s hand from the water, I quickly soap my hands and rinse them before closing the tap. I quickly dry my hands against the hand towel and tend to Barb. I take her hand and inspect the cut. 

“It’s not that deep which is good.” I comment. 

“Yeah.” 

The cut begins to bleed again and I take a heap of toilet paper and quickly wrap it around her finger tight to stop the blood. Barb watches me work. I tell her to hold the wound tight to stop the bleeding. Barb nods her head and sits down on the toilet seat staring at nothing in particular. I sigh deeply and crouch to her eye level placing my hands on her knees. 

“Are you sure, you’re okay, Barb?” I ask, softly. 

Dark brown eyes look at me. “I’ll be fine.” 

I frown, growing upset with what happened by the pool. “I don’t know what’s up with Nancy or why we’re even here. Did you see how she was acting out there? I felt like I was in a circus and you, Barb. Your hand.”

“She wants us to be her guardians. So that’s what we’re going to do. Guide her and make sure she doesn’t get too drunk and do something stupid.” 

“Like sleep with Steve Harrington.” It wasn’t a question. It was a fact. I shake my head. “We can’t stop her from doing that when she clearly wants to, Barb. Nancy can deny all she wants, but she wants to be here. She wants to get drunk and she wants to sleep with Steve.” And it doesn’t explain why we need to be here. 

“I know…” Barb says solemnly.

Neither of us say anything for a moment. I am lost in thought, drawling circles on Barbs thighs. If Nancy would just admit how much she likes Steve, Barb and I wouldn’t be here right now. Tonight, left me wondering where did my best friend go. That person out by the pool is not Nancy, it’s a version of her I don’t know nor want to know. She didn’t notice how uncomfortable Barb and I were tonight which is so out of character, I don’t even…I shake my head again, biting my lower lip. 

“Why are we here, Barb?” I ask quietly. 

“Because Nancy wants us to be here for her.” 

“Then why do I feel like…a handbag. An accessory in all of this? Why do I feel like she doesn’t want us here?”  

Barb doesn’t answer. I sigh and stand up feeling completely drained. I want to go home. I want to take a shower and sleep. I want to do anything but be here. I hear footsteps and laughter followed by Nancy and Steve’s voice. Barb and I look at each other before springing into action. We are scrambling out the door in seconds rushing towards the grand staircase. 

“Nance. Nancy!” Barb calls. 

Nancy pauses, hugging the towel against her face, looking at us.  Steve continues to walk the steps, not bothering to look back. I observe Nancy. She is drenched from head to toe with bits of mascara gathered around her eye. 

“Where are you going?” Barb asks. 

“Nowhere. Just upstairs…” she hesitates to respond finding the right words, “to change. I fell in the pool.” 

“Why don’t you go ahead and go home. I’ll just get a ride or something.”

My jaw drops. Go home? Go home? She begged us to come and make sure she doesn’t do anything stupid, and now she wants us to leave? That’s all we ever wanted to do since arriving here. 

“Nance.” 

“Pardon?” 

Barb and I say at the same time. Nancy looks at us. 

“I said why don’t you go home.” 

“I know what you said, Nancy, but you asked us to be here for you.” 

 “I’m fine,” Nancy says with a hint of attitude. “You guys can go.” 

I stare at her for a moment trying to figure out where my best friend went. “Did we do something wrong? 

“No.” 

“You seem like you’re mad at us.” 

Nancy sighs, rolling her eyes. “I’m not mad at you guys. I can just tell you don’t want to be here so you can both go home. I’m fine. I’ll be fine.” 

Barb and I don’t speak for a moment. I’m too frustrated to say another word. I lied to my parents to be here. I lied to Mrs. Wheeler to be here. I wanted nothing to do with this and Nancy knew that, yet Barb and I were forced to be here, ridiculed and embarrassed. And Nancy doesn’t see any of it. She only sees Steve Harrington. 

“Nancy. This isn’t you.” Barb says, sadly. 

“I’m fine, Barb. Just go, both of you.”  

Nancy races upstairs without looking back. I scoff shaking my head. Unbelievable. I turn towards the door grabbing Barbs arm. 

“Let’s go.” I snap. 

I am stunned when Barb resists. She looks at me with sympathy and I immediately know what she’s about to say. 

“I’m gonna stay here…” 

“Barb, are you serious?” I exclaim. I don’t care how loud I’m being. 

“I know, I know,” Barb says pinching the bridge of her nose. “But I can’t leave her here.” 

“She just told us to go home and I don’t know about you, but I’m not staying where I’m not wanted.” 

“I just can’t leave Nancy here alone.” 

My chest feels hollow. What about me? I want to ask. Barb was supposed to be our ride home. With Nancy staying and Barb staying with her, I had no way of getting home. But I refuse to linger around while Nancy stays upstairs with Steve. I can’t call my parents; I’m not supposed to be here across town. I’ll get in so much trouble, I doubt I’ll be able to leave my house for anything other than school and dance for a long time. I can’t risk it. I look at the door behind me. The thought of walking home alone scares me and I wish Barb would leave Nancy and come with me. Be with me, like I’ve been with her when she cut her hand. 

My nostrils flare as I push down the tears brimming my eyes. No. This is your mess, Diana. You have to fix it. I swallow the lump forming in my throat and I stand straight holding my head high.  

“If that’s what you want to do,” I say quietly. “I’m going home.” 

“Are you going to call your parents?” Barb asks, eyes slightly wide. 

I shake my head, putting my jacket on. “I’m just going to walk.” 

“Walk!? Diana, c’mon. Just stay here—” 

“No, I can’t.” I say with finality. 

Looking defeated, Barb nods her head, pulling me in for a hug. “Be safe. Please.” she whispers. 

I hold Barb tight, breathing in her floral scent. Neither of us let go for a long moment and a part of me feels like this hug was a…farewell. I release myself from her hold and glance down at her finger. It’s still bleeding, drenching the white tissue paper a bright red. 

“You be safe too, Barb. Please find a bandage for your finger.” 

“Yes, mom.” Barb teases. 

I smile and it feels genuine. “I’ll see you tomorrow, okay?” 

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[brooooswriting]

Can i request a comfort fluffy fic with Scarlett Johansson x f!reader? reader being extremely stressed out about finding a new job , work, school and her toxic life at home(since reader still lives with her family even though reader desperately does want to move out of her parents house and not using Scarlett as the main reason to). Reader is just so tired and beat down that she just wishes to be a housewife.

Housewife

Being a college student nowadays sucked. Everybody put so much pressure on you and overloaded you with work online that you barely had time for a break.

In addition to that you’re family put even more pressure on you and didn’t even get along so you could concentrate. They were always screaming and throwing stuff around until you couldn’t contain yourself anymore.

So every time you had to learn you made your way over to your girlfriends, Scarlett, even when she wasn’t there. It wasn’t uncommon for her to enter the house and be surprised when she saw you at the table clearly frustrated.

She hated days like today, where she found you sitting at the table, your eyes red from crying and a frown evident from the frustration. “Hello my love. Are you alright?” She asked carefully as she made her way behind you. “Hi babe” you mumbled trying to understand your notes while Scarlett messaged your shoulders.

“What’s wrong? Cmon talk to me” you sighed and turned to her. She sat next to you and waited for your answer. “I can’t do all of this anymore, school, my family, all this pressure… it’s getting to much. I can’t even take care of our relationship anymore” you cried out burying your face into you hands. “Lovely, why didn’t you tell me sooner? We can find you a tutor and we can find a solution with your family”. It hurt the blind to see you like this, so hurt and overwhelmed.

“Scar, you don’t get it. I do not want to and I cannot anymore. It’s too much, I just wanna stay home and take care of the house and the people” you told her silent tears running down your face.

To be honest, Scarlett was in love with the idea of coming home to you every night and being able to spoil you while you could take care of her. But she didn’t want you to depend on her, you should be able to life on your own, just in case.

“My love, I’m sorry I didn’t realize all of this sooner but I think I’ve got an idea.” She told you and pulled you into her lap where you buried your head into the crook of her neck finally feeling home. “How about you move in with me and as soon as you have your degree you can be a house wife… my house wife” you couldn’t contain your excitement and pressed your lips to hers in a row of kisses.

“Are you sure it’s okay if I move in with you? I don’t have any money I could really give you” you suddenly were concerned but your girlfriend was quick to deal with them. “I don’t want any money! I only want more time with you and for you to be alright” she insisted. “God, I love you” you mumbled against her lips.

The next day you told your family that you were moving out. And the day after that your friends and your girl helped you move your things.

You got a tutor and finished your degree as soon as you could. And as soon as you were out of school? You loved being a housewife while sometimes freelancing. Scarlett treated you like a queen and you did the same to her.

You’ve never been happier and she hasn’t been either

[mellowsadistic]

Nina woke up, feeling dazed and confused, struggling to collect her memories. She and her boyfriend had just moved into their new house, she remembered. A new house in a new town, where she’d received an offer for a fantastic new job, intellectually stimulating and full of challenges. They’d had a glass of wine to celebrate when she’d suddenly started feeling very tired… Her boyfriend had carried her to bed, and then he’d shown her something – a video, but all she could remember of it were swirling lights and strange music.

Nina slipped unsteadily out of bed, realising only then that her underwear was feeling strange, not at all like the lingerie she’d put on that morning. She shrieked in shock when she saw the crinkly disposable nappy taped around her waist, but when she tried to rip it off, she found her arms too weak and malcoordinated to be of any use. Her hands patted impotently against the sides of the infantile garment, and her fingers seemed unable to grip properly. Panic welled up inside her, but before she had time to do anything else, she heard her boyfriend’s voice.

“Looks like my baby’s woken up! Did you have a nice nap, little one?” he cooed, in the patronising tone that adults usually reserved for the smallest of children.

“What’s going on?!” Nina tried to cry, but all that came out was a babble of incomprehensible baby-talk. A bit of drool leaked down her chin, and she felt herself blushing fiercely.

“Awww, are you trying to do talkies? Babies don’t need words, sweetheart. They just screech and cry until they get what they want,” he said, and Nina felt her blood run cold despite the gentleness of his tone. Had her boyfriend done this to her? Was this some sort of joke?

“Let me explain, sweetheart. The video I made you watch was actually a tape filled with subliminal messages. It’s tricked your mind into thinking you have the strength and coordination of a two-year-old, but you’ve still got control of your body for the most part. I wanted you like this so I could explain what’s going to happen. See, the final stage of the hypnosis will lock your adult mind away as a permanent passenger inside your own body, but that will only happen once you activate the trigger – making a nice big stinky in your pants for Daddy.”

Nina desperately wanted to believe that this was just some stupid prank, but as she felt her bladder helplessly dribble into her nappy, she realised that he was being deadly serious.

“Goo goo bah gah gah pfff!” she spluttered in an attempt to confront him, to ask him why he was doing this to her, to try desperately to talk him out of it.

He just chuckled and looked at her with an indulgent smile, like she was nothing more than a silly toddler amusing him with her childish antics.

“I know you wanted to have a career like so many silly women do these days, but I’m sure you’ll be much happier as my little girl. Moving town was the perfect fresh start. None of the people in this community ever have to know that you were anything other than an oversized infant, and I can tell your parents that I found you like this when I came home from work – the pressure of your new job got to you, and caused a mental breakdown that sent their high-flying daughter back to dirty diapers. I’ve already got lots of pretty little outfits to dress you up in; no more ugly, masculine suits. You’ll look absolutely adorable in your dresses and onesies, but most of the time you’ll be running around in nothing but your nappy!”

Nina started wailing in terror, tears forming in her eyes as she imagined a future trapped inside the body of an overgrown baby, her adult mind fully conscious yet forced to experience the humiliation of behaving like a stupid toddler. For an independent woman like her, she couldn’t think of a worse fate.

“Shhh… It’s okay, little baby… Daddy’s going to take such good care of you… I promise that you’ll get used to your new life,” her boyfriend soothed, pulling her into his arms for a cuddle and stroking her hair gently. “One day it will seem impossible that you ever fed yourself, or wore grown-up clothes, or went pee-pee and poo-poo anywhere except in your nappies. Speaking of which, any second now…”

There was a sudden fullness in her bottom, and Nina felt herself bend her knees and stick out her bum. Helpless to stop herself, she clenched her fists and strained to fill her Pampers, issuing soft grunts of effort and turning her face red with a mixture of exertion and humiliation. As Nina felt the mess begin to enter her nappy, she looked up at her boyfriend pleadingly, but he simply smiled.

“Is baby making her first poo-poo? You’re Daddy’s little stinker now, aren’t you darling? And once you finish filling your britches, that’s all you’ll ever be!”

Nina let out one final horrified scream before her babyish behaviours took over, and her shrieks turned to squeals of delight as Daddy removed her bra and led her out to play in the garden, bare boobs bouncing and dirty nappy sagging between her legs.

[goldencherryhazz]

KISS IN THE KITCHEN

An: so in celebration of the fact that there is less then a week until I start my final exams I have a short fic for you and all the people starting or doing exam right now, good luck bby’s ! Also 700+ followers guys, are you kidding me!! Ily all 🥰

This includes a lotta fluffy fluff because that is what my heart craves! (I’m so stressed rn 😭) anyways hope you enjoy! Not proofread ofc, notes and reblogs would be much appreciated!

Stress and worry was the only thing encapsulating you mind at this moment in time, your final exams were just over a week away and the all you could seem to do was study for them.

Revising from book to book your folder full of notes and mind maps was almost bulging, mirroring what you felt your head was doing at that moment.

‘Baby, you alright in there’ Harry chirps as he peeks his head round the door, having not been home for very long after being at the studio for a good portion of the day.

‘Yeah I’m fine’ you clearly don’t tell him the truth.

‘Dont lie to me’ he can see the distress in your face and how your eyes are slightly red as you try to hold back tears from how stressed you were. Harry hated the sight infront of him, not you of course, but the fact that a stupid exam had you in bits.

‘I just don’t want to do bad, people have said this exam can be really hard and they wished they’d studied more, so thats what I thought I’d do but nothings going in’ you ramble as you let the first tear fall which was soon followed by some more.

‘Oh m’baby, c’mere’ he rushes to scoop you up from where you were sat, pulling you into his chest where you start to sob and Harry feels his heart pang as he tries to not get emotional himself, he just really didn’t like seeing you this way.

‘It’s okay darling, I’m here, s’all going to be alright I promise’ he tries to speak comfort to you.

After a few minutes he moves to sit down on the chair you were once sat on and has you straddling his lap as he was scared that eventually your legs would give way. ‘It’s okay baby, let it all out’ he presses a kiss into your hair as he soothingly rubs circles into your back. It’s when you start to hyperventilate slightly that tears his heart the most ‘gotta breath for me baby, in through you nose and out through your mouth’ and when you carry on he physically has to pull your face out of the crook of his neck and have you face him.

‘In and out darling, gotta breath for me’ he demonstrates and you eventually start to follow.

‘Good girl’ he praises when you regulate your breathing, the only sound now emitting from you were tiny whimpers as you start to calm down, your head falls limp in the hold of his hands, truly showing how tired you were and harry takes the chance to wipe the water that had gathered on your now tear stained cheeks.

‘Sorry, this is soo silly’

‘No it’s not, the only thing that is silly is that you are putting to much pressure on yourself darling’

‘I just don’t want to disappoint anyone’

‘Who are you going to disappoint? he asks he asked in bewilderment.

‘I don’t know, you…my parents’ you try and think of some more but you realise that you couldn’t.

‘You are definitely not going to disappoint me, you are the most intelligent and most beautiful girl I have ever laid my eyes on, and for your parents, I know they would be saying the exact same thing baby’

‘I just wanna do well’ you sniffle into his shoulder.

‘You are gonna do soo good baby, I know it. You just gotta rest now, no point overloading and stressing yourself out’

‘I know, but my exams are a week away, need to do some more’

‘Not a chance darling, think you should take a break cause I hate seeing you like this, I really do’ he pouts.

‘Maybe could just have the rest of tonight off’

‘And tomorrow’ Harry pipes up.

‘But-‘ you try to protest but Harry is having none of it.

‘Nope, no buts baby, you need to recharge your batteries’ he didn’t want to take the decision off of you but judging by your state you definitely needed a break to relax yourself, and he knew that you wouldn’t refrain yourself from overworking.

‘Okay’ you agree dropping your head in defeat onto his shoulder, knowing that he was right and that you needed to take care of yourself a bit more than you did.

‘That’s my good girl, now let me take care of you’ you face his mmm and smile softly.

‘C’mere petal, got some mascara on your cheeks’ Harry starts the thumb off the black streaks, his eyes peering at you in concentration.

‘I love you’ you can’t help but burst out when he’d finished, feeling like crying all over again at how tentative he was.

‘I love you too baby…I’m gonna go run you a bath, does that sound good?’ He whispers as if he knew that you had a headache at that moment.

‘That sounds amazing H’ you practically moan because you back had been aching from being leant over you desk for such a long time.

‘C’mon then’ he taps you thighs signalling you to get up from his lap.

‘Oh no, my legs seem to have stopped working’ you try to get up but flop back onto him.

‘Okay’ he swiftly scoops you as he stands, making sure that you don’t fall from his grip, the act making you giggle into his shoulder, and to be honest you felt like it was the first time you had properly laughed in days. Harry couldn’t help but smile at your sweet giggles, much preferring it when you were your usual bubbly state.

He carried you up the stairs without a care in the world, as if this were a normal situation between the two of you and now that you think about it, it probably was. The amount of times you had fallen asleep halfway through a film was ridiculous, but Harry couldn’t bring himself to wake you up from your peaceful state so always opted to carry your sleeping figure.

Once you both reach the bathroom he plops you down on the toilet seat, whilst he goes to turn the tap on for the bath, adding a copious amount of lavender bubbles and even a bath bomb, knowing the scent had its calming attributes which is definitely what you needed.

‘Are you getting in with me?’ You ask sweetly from you set on the closed toilet seat.

‘I would love to baby, but I need to go and make us some food?’

You go to protest and try to convince him to stay before he cuts you off abruptly ‘have you eaten today?’ He counters.

‘I had a slice of toast and a banana’ you list the very few items of food you had eaten, realising he did indeed have a point.

‘Gotta stop doing this to yourself petal, s’not good, don’t want you getting sick’ he says his eyebrows furrowing.

‘I’m sorry’

‘Its okay baby, I will go make something now and it’ll be ready for when you come down’ he says swirling his hand in the tub once more making sure that the water was the perfect temperature before shutting the taps off.

‘ What if I get lonely’ you pout.

‘Liste to me on the speaker, you usually do when I’m not here most of the time’ you smile at that because it was indeed true, Harry had caught you many times dancing and singing along to his music when he got home from work.

‘Okay, thankyou bub, kissy?’ You request and he instantly complies mumbling a small ‘your welcome’ between kisses.

‘If you need me shout me okay, and remember relax’ Harry emphisises and before you get chance to respond he is trotting down stairs, so that he could start dinner preparations and you can’t help but chuckle at you sweet boyfriend.

————

You spend about 25 minutes in the bath before you start to miss Harry, even though he was just downstairs. So you get out and dry your hair a bit with a towel before slipping on one of Harry shirts and a pair of shorts before you are rushing downstairs again, feeling a lot more relaxed compared to when you were first carried upstairs.

You find harry at the hob mixing a pot of spaghetti, and when you see the bowl of grated cheese ready to sprinkle on top of it you walk up to him before wrapping your arms around his figure and cuddling into his back.

‘Hiya baby, what are you doing back there?’

‘Lovin’ on you, because you made me my comfort food because your the bestest’ you ramble out.

‘What can I say baby, there isn’t anyone else that compares to me’ he says cheekily.

‘Your ego is way too big’ you tell him and he doesn’t argue because he knew it was true.

You hear Harry put the spoon down on the counter, before he is twisting in the cocoon of you arms to face you.

‘Dance with me baby’ he takes you by your hand, placing the other on your waist, and you love how random he is because he doesn’t even give you the chance to agree or disagree, not that you ever would, before he is swaying you both side to side, your dancing perfectly soundtracked by the soft jazz playing from the kitchen speaker.

Before long you have you arms looped around the back of his neck, you faces inches away from the other as you looked lovingly into each other’s eyes, big smiles gracing you faces as you dance rhythmically in the space of you kitchen.

‘Thankyou for tonight H, really don’t know what I would do without you, probably would have sent myself insane by now.’ You say sincerely, truly feeling like you didn’t deserve the man stood in front of you.

‘Don’t have to thank me darling, that’s why I’m here and besides I wouldn’t ever let you go on the way you were, care about you too much.’ He presses a kiss to your forehead, still swaying you back and forth.

‘Still got a headache baby?’

‘I do but it doesn’t hurt that much now’

‘Do you want some pain killers?’

‘Not just yet, think I know something else that would make me feel better’

‘And what would that be darling’ he smiles down at you.

You don’t give him and answer as you press your lips to his, he immediately kisses you back. One of his hands sneak up to catch the side of your face in his large palm to deepen the kiss, you noses bumping into the other looking as though you were trying to give each other Eskimo kisses at the same time, giddy smiles on your faces that were still barely centimetres away from the other when you gave yourself a little breather. Harry would catch you lips in his randomly, not being able to resist your soft lips in this close proximity.

In that moment you realise that the best remedy to all of you exam stress was right infront of you, dancing and kissing your boyfriend giddily in the kitchen whilst listening to soft jazz made your mind feel at rest, and you didn’t plan on leaving Harry side for the entire night, but Harry truly wouldn’t have it any other way.

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We Are Liars

Pairing: rich college student! Changbin x college student reader

Warning: Flufffffff

Premise: He needed an out of his mothers attempts to set him up. Your summer schedule was empty. Maybe him asking you to be his fake girlfriend wasn't the worst idea. It did make a lot of sense. But then again it was too easy to say yes...

Word count: 4.7 K

Authors notes: Tada! I've been very overtired recently so please forgive the errors. I'll go back to fix them but for now I wanted you to have our lovely Changbin!

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“Every time I go back home my mother incessantly tries to set me up with her friends daughters, even their nieces. No matter how many times I tell her that I want to find love on my own, she just still pushes. I was so tired of it, I just blurted out I have a girlfriend.”

He looked tired, honestly. Him asking you out to a late night coffee run, you weren’t expecting to meet up with him looking so exhausted. He was always busy and the others always told him he looked tired but this seemed different, but you guessed this made sense now.

You sip your coffe nodding along to his words, setting it down on the metal table, leaning back to give him your full attention. “Ok, well why me?”

“She knows of you in our friend circle, but she’s never met you or seen us together. I panicked and you were the first person I thought of. Being friends already I figured it’d be the easiest sell.” 

The antsy leg bounces unde the table weren’t lost on you. Agitation wouldn’t be the right word for the look hardened on his face. You could see it clear as day though, he wasn’t one to mask his feelings or insecurities. 

“Fair enough.” Because it did make sense to some extent. If it was one of the other girls that hung around occasionally, you wouldn’t bet money on their acting abilities. Or honestly their inability to not have a crush on him. Most of them, as annoying as they were, were just around clinging like flies to hot trash. Trying almost anything to get the boys to notice him, Changbin being the easiest sell as he was the richest friend in the group. Or at least he had the richest parents, you had pointed out once to the caddy bunch. They made some comment about being the only male in the family and blah blah blah. You had walked away without saying anything at that point, you didn’t see a point in listening anymore.

“She started asking me all these questions about how we met, so I just told her we met through Minho, which is the truth, but then she demanded for me to bring you home this summer. So now I’m sitting in a deep dark whole that I dug for myself that I’m really hoping you’d help me out of…I’ll even pay you for it…” His eyes squeeze shut, creating crows feet around them, hands coming up in a praying nature, bottom lip coming out in a pout. Putting on his best pitiful show.

He really didn’t need to beg so hard, but it was cute. “Ok. I’ll help.”

“You’ll come home with me?” He sounded almost shocked, did he really think you’d protest to helping a friend?

“Yea. No one should be forced into anything. I feel bad enough for you.” You laugh at him, keeping a light air around you. You did feel bad for him, relationships were hard already but add on a pressure cooker of a mother and who knows what someone would be willing to do to release it.

Knowing Changbin and being close to Changbin were two different things. You had hung out within groups but never alone, until tonight. However, you had never felt uncomfortable around him or unsettled. It seemed easy enough, and if you had to act with PDA, it definitely didn’t help that he was attractive. Not someone you’d usually find yourself drawn to, but maybe you’d get to see a new side to the rich, muscle man.

“Seriously?!” His eyes light up, as he reaches his hand across the table to yours. “Thank you, thank you, so much. I’ll definitely repay you for everything!”

“However.” You try to mask your smile behind a mask of seriousness. “We are going to have to set up boundaries, those of PDA.” 

You use your head to gesture to his large hands still enveloping your smaller one. Not that you had a real problem with it, it was warm in the cool night air.

He chuckles nervously, “Yea, we don’t want anyone feeling uncomfortable…”, pulling his hands back from you.

“That goes both ways.” You genuine smile returning. “How are you generally in relationships and around your friends and parents?”

Finding out the logistics before hand would be a better idea than going in blinde. Especially as your normal reaction to things is keeping space between you and other people. Be that mentally or physically. You don’t want to recoil suddenly if he went to hold you hand infront of his parents. That would put an end to your show rather quickly.

“Hm-” He stares off, slightly behind you in contemplation. “Well I would say I am slightly on the clingier side. I like to hold hands, cuddling or just be touching in general. I’m very open to letting everyone know I’m with someone, I tend to be possessive in that sense. Normally I’d use pet names too. But i’ve never brought someone home so I’m not really sure how I’d be. My guess would be probably the same.”

You mull over his words carefully, factoring in your ability to act with him. 

“Ok, Well I’m comfortable with the PDA level. I can accept clingy.” You coo at him. Who knew muscles had such a cute needy side. “Do you have a pet name you want to be called or can I wing it?”

“You can wing it. I don’t mind, I tend to use baby for my partners.”

“Baby it is.” You stand up, grabbing your coffee off the table. “Well shall we go create some evidence?” 

“Evidence?” He eyes you suspiciously. 

“Yep. Lets take some photos of us, plus I can use one as my lockscreen” 

“That’s a cute idea! I want one too.” He exclaims clambering to his feet to join you in your walk down the street. He catches up with you rather quickly, which doesnt surprise you at all. But his next words do catch you off guard. “Should we practice?” 

“Practice?”

His hand slides down your exposed wrist, fingers slotting between yours to intertwine your hands. Lifting your joined hands up for you to get a good view of them.

“Practice.” Something about that look he gives you makes you want to wipe that smirk off his face. If he thinks he can beat you in the cheekiness department, he is utterly wrong. 

“Then how about kissing? Do we ignore that or should we practice?” 

The innocence in your voice is lost behind the sounds of him chocking, followed by your hysterical laughing. Neither of you letting go of eachother, creating fake memories for the trip to come.

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“Nervous?”

“Yes and no.” You explain. “On one hand if it doesn’t go well, its not the end of the world because were not actually together. On the other, it’ll be a really awkward homecoming for you if this doesn’t work.”

“Fair points. Just be yourself, with a little bit of me.” 

You roll your eyes at him, turning to look out the window. The drive was 4 hours overall, which you had spent 3 hours just talking and getting to know eachother, flushing out details like; how long have you been official, were exactly you met, first dates, etc. Obvious questions anyone might ask. Somehow you started talking about your childhoods and siblings, turning to various ex’s. Leading you to mention that your last relationship failed because of toxicity, but he allowed you to ghost over it. Not wanting to dwell or talk about it. You may be having to fake being vulnerable, but there was no way you’d actually show it now.

8 minutes left of your journey in the comfort of his slightly sporty highly expensive car with your own personal chauffeur, 4 hours was a breeze. 

And just like you assumed, when he pulled up to the beach house his parents and sister were waiting out front for the two of you. Their eagerness to meet you was overwhelming but you held it together well. Open arms for hugging, warm welcomes and benign ushered inside to chat about the detaisl they were dying to know. 

How remarkably easy it was to walk around on a tour with his hand in yours, luggage moved to your shared room for the nights you’ll be staying. His mother making a fuss about you two needing to share a bed because no matter where she would set up Changbin she knew her son would sneak back to you. Remarks she made, making you turn an eye to his, although he dodged eye contact very well. 

Physical contact you both had made sure you were accustomed to, so even without thinking you would seek eachother out. Small kisses here and there, pecks on the cheek or forehead. His favourite place to keep his hand you found was on your lower back. So trip through the small town with his mother, also meant a large amount of teasing from her. His need to hold onto you continuously, she’d laugh at, pester him about being possessive and smitten with you. 

Which is exactly what you both had planned. So shockingly convincing you were, it became comfortable. Easy. His warmth was contagious. 

Not only his, but his whole family. From baking in the kitchen with his mother, to discussing with his dad about his favourite starwars movie in the franchise, to going out on lunch dates with his older sister talking about her drama filled work place and the guy she had a crush on in the office. 

Watching him interacting with his family on calm nights like this, started making you think of things that were no longer possible. What it would be like to have someone like him love you, have his family love you.

Thinking back to last summer, the idea of dating again seemed like eons away. Leaving one toxic relationship behind you didn’t want to let yourself become that comfortable again. Setting yourself away on a shelf, adorned with forgotten trinkets of other peoples pasts. 

Maybe that’s why you didn’t know how to act in a healthy relationship. Letting him set up his boundaries and agreeing with them meant he wouldn’t know that you were broken in a way. The unrelenting bluntness and over communication made some relationships weaker, but on another hand made many stronger. 

Minho knew everything you went through with your ex, his uncompromising support for you to make your own choices, but also his need to scold you when you were being careless flourished your mere ‘childhood friends’ title to best friends. Over the years, no matter what friends you each made he kept your secrets adn you kept his. 

But maybe it was time to share them with someone new. You’d never felt so welcome and at home with a partner before. It would be easy to get swept away by his parents and sister, swept out to sea from high tide, until when? You’d find yourself buried under the think sand, suffocating to feel this love again? 

In this moment, you wouldnt let yourself dwell on anything. 

A ping from a phone set down next to you grabs your attention. Changbins screen lights up with text notification. 

“My love,” You call out, catching his attention. “Your friend messaged you about tonight.” 

He doesnt hesitate in bounding over to you, settling down next to you, arm resting behind you on the back of the couch. He unlocks his phone, opening the text nodding at it before angling the phone for you to see. 

You read it over quickly, before his mother observes “Are you two planning to go out tonight?” 

“Just him” You smile at her, but continue explaining as she looks a little irritated with her son. “He’s going to have a drink with his old friends while I take advantage of the jacuzzi tub in his bathroom.”

“She’s been eyeing it for a while now.” He leans over to land a gentle kiss on your temple, a soft smile forms on your face. 

“Alright…” She says unsure, but drops it nevertheless. 

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They’d been out for a few hours now, going to their favourite club when they were younger. It was a little closer to town, so they had carpooled together. You had waved at them when they left, and he remembers thinking how at ease he would be if this relationship were real. 

Now he’s many drinks in, and a few of them are tipsier then others. Him being one of the drunker ones.

“So when are we gonna meet this girlfriend of yours Bin?” His friend remarks, raising his voice to be heard over the loud music playing. 

“How bout right now.” He shouts back, struggling to pull out his phone from his back pocket whilst still sitting on it. 

“Man it’s 3 in the morning, you think she’s gonna be awake?” His other friend leans closer to him, making sure he doesn’t fall off his chair as he fights his jeans.

“Mhm!” Finally managing to rescue his phone from its compounds he carefully calls your num ber. It only takes a few rings before it connects. He smirks to himself, he knew you’d be awake. 

“BABY!” Shouts gleefully into the phone.

An airy chuckle comes through the receiver. 

“Yes my love?” Your warm sound already making him feel sleepy.

“Would you be able to pick me up from the club? I don wanna take a taxi.” His words slightly slur, but he fights through the fog of the alcohol. A pout forms on his lips, one he forgets that you can’t see.

“Where are your keys?”

“On my gym bag” He sings, knowing he’s won. 

“Do you want me to come get you now?” 

“Yesssss pleassssssse” Now there’s no hiding his sleepiness. 

“Be there soon.”

“Yay!” Cheering he hangs up, turning to his friends.

“There you go! Now you’ll get to see how beautiful and amazing she is.” Turning serious. “Now none of you go falling for her, she’s taken”

He doesn’t wait for them to respond, instead he clambers to his feet to push his way through the crowd to make it outside. You were coming to get him, he wanted to be there. He was excited to see you again, even though it hadn’t been that long since he left you behind he had already begun to miss you the moment they drove away.

His friends follow him through the mass, making sure he doesn’t stumble too far to hurt himself. Or anyone else for that matter.

His body vibrates in impatience and delight when he sees his car pulling up.

“BABY! You’re here.” He shouts gleefully as he slings himself onto you in a too tight embrace as soon as you step up on the curb. He pulls back just to pout at you and look down at your clothes. “But why do you have to look so cute?”

You had dropped your book and slipped into the closest things you could find, that wasn’t your pjs, which at the time you had grabbed one of his shirt’s and a pair of your jean shorts. Your hair in a messy ponytail tail with your glasses still on your face, you couldn’t help but smile at his cuteness.

Ruffling his hair you coo at him “cmon you drunk, lets get you home.”

“Here, we can help.” Two of his friends attempt to pry him off of you and usher him into the car.

“I want bed and cuddles” he whines as you break contact. 

“You know what would get you bed and cuddles faster? If you weren’t so drunk” you laugh at his plight. 

“Hi y/n, I’m Wooyoung.” A hand comes out for you to shake. “Sorry for the lousy first meeting.”

“Honestly it’s ok, it’s still nice to meet you Wooyoung”

The gir standing behind himl snubs her nose at you but you pay her no mind as the other two guys come round the car also giving their introductions, to then point out the female and drop her name. You only nod at her.

You hear a scuffle behind you as changbin starts to re-emerge from his seat, trying to make another break for you. The males run round to stop him. 

Heels click next to you. Something grateing about the voice makes your skin feel icky. “He let’s you drive his car.” 

That was definitely a statement, not a question. But still you felt a tug to answer.

“Sometimes.” You smile watching the men fight, before turning to her “have a good night”

“Changbin! If you want bed and cuddles you need to get into the car.” You tell him sternly.

He gives you a goofy smile before giving a “goodnight guys” and disappearing into the car.

“Have a good night y/n, it was nice meeting you again.”

“You guys as well. Hopefully I’ll see you soon.” A smile once again before climbing into the drivers seat and heading towards the beach house.

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“Remind me not to drink that much again.” Changbin groans, rolling over holding his head in pain. 

“I don’t know, you were pretty cute.” You mock contemplation, tapping your chin with your finger in consideration. Sitting on the edge of your shared bed, you’re already dressed and ready for the day. You had graciously let him sleep in a little longer before waking him up.

“I was what?” He shoots you a look from his hiding spot. 

“You heard me. If I had known you were like that I would have drank with you guys more often.” The smirk on your face might as well be permanently plastered there. This was something you weren’t going to forget easily. 

“What did I do?”

You don’t answer, walking across the room to pick up his phone. You unlock it, clicking on the video that Wooyoung sent him before tossing it onto the bed next to him. He scrambles to reach it, sitting up to watch carefully. Forgetting about the pain he was just in.

“Did I actually demand bed and cuddles from you?” 

“The whole drive home.” You laugh evilly, heading out the door. “Now get dressed my love, your mother said brunch is ready.” 

You hear a muffled mumble from behind you, but you don’t bother to check on it. You head down for food.

Halfway through food, he gets a call. Quickly leaving to answer it, leaving you and his mother and sister to continue eating and chatting. It doesn’t take him long to return. Hand on your back, but talking to the group. 

“Dad wants me to go with him to the office today.” He sighs dejectively. He eyes you meekly, you’re unsure if he’s upset because of the hangover or he wanted to stay with you. You didn’t do much throughout the day anyways. You liked reading while listening to the waves, sometimes zoning out at the view even. 

“Oh ok, I’ll stay here and help with the set up for tonight.” You smile up at him. Purposefully setting the question aside for later when it would be just the two of you again. 

The at end summer party his family threw every year was tonight. They invited all their friends and their families to it. Changbin mentioned he hated it the most as that’s when his mother would stop her subtle hints at setting him up and blatantly attempt to arrange dates for him. This time thankfully he had you, so he could actually enjoy the night.

“Are you sure?” His puppy dog pout comes back, you can’t help but laugh, reaching up to kiss him ont he cheek in hopes of cheering up.

“I’d love to have her help.” His mother sings from the other side of the table. “We’ll be alright.”

“I can take her shopping later to pick out a dress for tonight!” His sister speaks up.

“Noona, you don’t have to.” He tries to derail.

“Of course I dont, but I want to spend some quality time with my sister-in-law!” She squeaks happily, putting on an overdramatic show just to annoy her brother. 

“Upgraded already?” Changbin chimes, giving you a pointed look. “Did you put my family under a spell or something? Why do they love you so much?” 

Both of you break into matching smiles. He gives you a quick peck on the lips, before turning to leave the room.

Your smile doesn’t recede when you watch his back as he leaves, turning back to food you find his sister and his mother beaming at you. 

Excited giggles and chatter from the other two about the party when they decide to stop staring at you.

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“Are you positive that this is necessary?” You call out from the dressing room. 

You had tried on countless dresses, creating your own fashion show when you’d unveil them to her. But each time them seeming not quite right to either of you. 

“You can’t wear my brothers shirts forever.” She calls back.

“Says you.” You mumble, still loud enough for her to hear. You can make out her faint laughter through the door. 

“Ok, last one then we’ll head home.” You dont react in time to her flinging the bottom of a dress over your door onto your head. You can’t stop yourself from outright laughing at her eagerness.

“Fine.” 

Hanging the dress up on the hook you can now take a moment to look at it. A periwinkle empire waist full length dress, full flowy skirt bottom, with a shimmer of silver over the thin strap. Huh, something about this one pulls you in. You don’t realize your staring at it for so long until you hear her ask.

“Is it on?” 

“Uh, one more minute.” 

You slide the soft over your skin, the complimenting colour to you skin tone giving you a slight glow. Somehow out of the million dress you’ve tried on this one seems to fit perfectly. The zipper glides up, creating a snug but comfortable fit. 

“Ready!” You call out.

Stepping out you don’t wait to look at her reaction. Spinning around to look at yourself in the mirror, your eyes widen.

“This one.” You sigh.

“This one.” She smiles at you in the reflection.

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“You look….” He scans the dress, to your hair and makeup. A light glow on your skin, his sister insisted on. Spending the evening getting ready with her allowed you to surprise him with the look for tonight. “...amazing,”

“Thank you. You’re looking very handsome in this look. I think I like it.” You tease, eyeing him up and down dramatically. And he did, the black slacks and white button up loosley buttoned was definitely a good look for him. Slightly snug in all the right places, biceps and thighs to be exact. Both equally impressive. 

“Oh we like it hm?” He teases back. Maye you should reevaluate your ‘type’.

“Mm, might need to request we go to parties like this more often.” You laugh at the idea.

“Then lets get this party over with and I’m all yours to stare at.” His chuckle comes out genuine as he grabs your hand and leads you down the stairs.

When entering the party area Wooyoung makes himself known to the two of you. Hurriedly you make your way over, joining the large group there. Introductions of more of their oldtime friends turns to introductions to uncles and aunts and other family friends and at one point you think your head is about to start spinning with how many people you’ve just met in such a short time. 

Even then, the smile on your face never wavers. Nor does his. 

Eventually you find yourself in a conversation with his dad on the couch with an uncle of his and a family friend. You weren’t a huge fan of heels so you ending up opting to sit down with his father as he continued talking to his friends.

But like the whole trip here, your time without him was short. Your phone vibrates in your hand.

You give him a cheeky smirk before leaning over to tell his father where you were going and excusing yourseslf. You meet eachother at the back door. Heels left behind on the porch, hands intertwined you begin walking down the beach towards the water.

“Couldn’t stay away huh?” You tease, the breeze off the water feeling like bliss through your hair. It was starting to get a little too warm in the crowded house. 

“You seemed to be having fun though, talking to other people…” You catch the accusation in his words.

“Jealous of your own dad?” You pry farther. 

“Yes. Jealous of anyone who gets to spend time with you.” Once again his infamous pout appears. This pout would be the death of you. 

The cutest muscle man you’d ever seen. One you’d been allowed to see close up and personal for what feels like forever but also only a moment in time. 

“Confession time” He stills your walk when you reach the waters edge.

“I think I’ve been forgetting that all of this is fake.” He holds up your hands to look at them, and how perfectly they fit together. Slowly he lets go, dropping them and takes a step away. 

You take a deep breath, before taking a few steps into the cool night water. Honesty and communication had always been your thing, the two of you. Easy reading others and their needs but also able to talk about what you wanted openly. Maybe that’s what made this work.

“You’re not the only one.” You admit, feeling the water rise and fall with the ebbing tide.

“What do we do?” He whispers, you turn to face him still on the beach. “I don’t know if I can go back….. I don’t want to go back.”

“Then, it sounds like we only have one option.” It all made sense, but then again nothing made sense. You didn’t have to think with Changbin, you just had to be. “We stop lying. Stop pretending. We stop faking.” 

He takes hesitant steps into the water. Standing in front of you. “From now on, its real? Every moment, every kiss, every word, every touch. All real?”

Letting his words sink you, you think about what he’s asking.

“It’s already been real for me.”

You see the realization dawn on him. Cups your face and kisses you. Kisses you for all the kisses that contained the lies you told together. 

“And I’ll be taking my payment in kisses please.” You manage between an onslaught of kisses and giggles. His arms wrapping around you keeping you close to him, the light in his eyes igniting into something more mischievous.

“I can think of another way for payment if you’ll accept it.” 

You pretend to mull it over before hungrily kissing him, your tongue slipping into his mouth. A moan esapes him when you push him further to then pull away. 

“From you? Payment accepted.” You give him a peck before pushing against his chest and running up the beach towards the house. Hell catch up quickly, you know that for a fact, but you also know he knows exactly where you’re headed. To his bedroom. The first night of you being together, no longer liars but two people loving eachother. 

In the warmth of the truth. 

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Meeting Estelle

Prompt 6: Can you do one where Percy and Annabeth meet Estelle for the first time, which prompts them to both think about their future together and possibly having a family one day?

This came from a request in an AO3 comment.  Honestly, I loved this prompt idea—it was something I kind of wanted to do anyway, but hadn’t figured out how to put it into a full story, so it was great to just be able to do this scene.  Also, it may tie into my own personal feelings that guys holding babies is like the cutest thing ever lol thanks for the prompt!  Hope you enjoy reading it!

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As the automatic doors whooshed open, the antiseptic hospital smell hit Annabeth, making her already nervous stomach twist harder.  “Are you sure I’m allowed to be here?” she asked Percy as they crossed the reception area.  “I thought the rules were family only?”

Percy gave her a look that said Seriously?  “Annabeth.  You’re family.”

She had to look away, letting her eyes fall on the green stripe painted halfway up the hospital wall, as if trying to bring a breath of brightness to the place.  She didn’t want to reveal just how much his words made her entire body feel warm and fluttery.  “Okay, fine.  But if anyone asks…”

“I can just say you’re my sister.”

“Yeah, that’s weird.  Don’t do that.”

“Just trying to have a plan, Wise Girl.”

“And that’s why I make the plans, Seaweed Brain.”  Annabeth took his hand, leaning into his arm.  “Why don’t we just use your usual strategy?  If anyone asks, we’ll wing it.”

Percy grinned at her.  “Works for me.”

Luckily, no one asked.  Percy was able to get the room information they needed from the nurse and they headed to the elevator.  While they waited, Annabeth caught movement out of the corner of her eye.  Percy was tapping the fingers of his free hand against his leg in a staccato rhythm. 

“Nervous?” she asked him.

Percy gave her a small smile.  “Just a bit.”

She squeezed his hand.  “It’s going to be good.”

Percy returned the pressure, then kissed her cheek.  “Thanks for coming with me.”

“Of course.”

The elevator dinged pleasantly as the doors opened, and they stepped inside.

Percy gave a small shudder as the doors closed.  “Maybe we should have taken the stairs.”

“Maybe.”  Annabeth drew in a deep, slow inhale.  Nearly ten months out from the Doors of Death and she could still almost smell the sulfuric scent of Tartarus.  “At least there’s something good waiting on the other side of this elevator.”

“True,” Percy said.  “Although, if there’s a giant or any other mythological crap, I’m just going home.”

Annabeth laughed and squeezed his hand again.

Luckily, when the elevator doors opened, all they revealed was a hallway.  On the maternity unit.  Annabeth’s nerves started to buzz again.  She’d never really been anywhere like this before.  When her half-brothers were born, she hadn’t gone to the hospital; her dad and stepmom had just come home with babies.  She realized halfway down the hall to room 307 that she was biting her lip and made herself stop doing that.  When they reached the right door, Percy knocked lightly.  Sally’s voice, sounding a bit tired, said, “Come in.”

The hospital room was surprisingly cozy, well-lit, with pink curtains and several vases of flowers and a couple of balloons on a table near the window.  The TV hanging on the wall in the corner was on low.  Paul was sitting near it, fast asleep in a hospital chair, head back in what looked like an uncomfortable position, his mouth hanging open.  Annabeth caught Percy’s eye and they both stifled a laugh.  His parents had gone to the hospital yesterday afternoon and around 4 a.m. this morning Percy had received the call that his baby sister had arrived.  Annabeth knew this because she’d been woken up by a fuzzy Iris-message at 4:08 a.m. with her boyfriend shouting, “It’s a girl!”  His brilliant grin and obvious elation were the only reasons she hadn’t tried to smack him through the I-M.  Since, fortunately, it was now a few hours later on Saturday morning, they had come to the hospital as soon as visiting hours started to meet the newest member of the Jackson-Blofis household.

Sally was sitting up in bed, wearing a blue terrycloth robe, her hair in a loose ponytail, looking tired, but very happy.  She beamed when she saw them and gestured with one hand for them to come in.  In her arms was a tiny bundle of pink blankets.

“Hey, Mom,” Percy said, speaking softly.

“Hi, sweetheart.”  Sally gestured for him to come closer.  When Percy reached the bed, she leaned up to kiss his cheek.  “Want to meet your sister?”

Percy swallowed and nodded.  Annabeth felt a little bit like an interloper on this family moment as Sally explained to Percy how to hold his arms, then shifted the bundle of blankets into his arms.  “Percy, this is Estelle.  Estelle, this is your big brother.”

“Hey, Estelle,” Percy said softly.  He studied her tiny face for a moment, just barely visible over the edge of her blanket, then leaned down and very gently kissed her forehead.

Annabeth completely melted.  She had thought all along that Percy would be a cute big brother, but she was so not prepared for the sight of him actually holding his tiny baby sister and being so adorably sweet with her.  If she wasn’t already head over heels for him, this would have sealed the deal.

Not to mention the way that Sally was looking at her two children.  Her expression was so tender and happy that Annabeth had to look away, blinking quickly.  Percy was talking softly to baby Estelle, but Annabeth couldn’t make out the words.  That was okay—she didn’t think she would be able to handle any more cuteness without getting really choked up and completely embarrassing herself.

“Annabeth.”

She looked up when Percy said her name.  His face was lit up with such a clear, obvious happiness that it made her breath hitch.  She swallowed, getting a hold of herself, and said, “Yeah?”

“Do you want to hold her?” Percy asked.

Annabeth looked at Sally.  “Is—is that okay?”

“Of course, honey.”  Sally smiled.  “You’re family.”

Tears pressed against the back of Annabeth’s eyes at that, threatening to fall, but she hurriedly blinked them back.  Focus, she scolded herself as she slowly approached the bed.  There was a chair beside the bed and, not totally trusting herself to hold the baby while standing up, Annabeth sat down in it, then, remembering what Sally had told Percy, held out her arms.  Glancing at his mom, who nodded, Percy carefully settled baby Estelle in Annabeth’s arms.  When he took his hands away, Annabeth automatically pulled the baby closer to her chest, to hold her more firmly.  Estelle appeared to be fast asleep, the tiny bow of her lips just slightly open, making the softest noise as she breathed.

“She’s so light,” Annabeth murmured, because it was the first thing that struck her.  She’d expected the baby to feel more weighty in her arms, but she felt light, like not much more than a bundle of blankets.

“Seven pounds, ten ounces,” Sally said.  “Two ounces more than her brother.”

“Dang, she’s beating me already,” Percy said, but he was grinning.  When Annabeth glanced away from Estelle to meet his eyes, the way he was looking at her made her stomach do backflips.

“She’s adorable,” Annabeth said, and it was true.  Estelle had round cheeks, a smattering of dark hair, and a nose that looked just like both Sally’s and Percy’s, which made Annabeth smile.  And then, unexpectedly, she had a flash of the possibility of another baby, one day in the still pretty far future, with dark hair and Percy’s nose, but who also maybe looked a little bit like her, too.  Annabeth swallowed hard and gave herself a mental shake.  Today is about Estelle.  Snuggling the baby closer, Annabeth looked up at Sally.  “I love her name.  How did you decide on it?”

“That was my mom’s name,” Sally said, her smile turning a little wistful.  She put a hand on Percy’s arm.  “I wish she could have seen you both.  My dad, too.  But this felt like a nice tribute.”

“For sure,” Percy said.  He kissed his mom’s cheek.  “Do you need anything, while we’re here?”

Sally shook her head.  “I’m fine, honey.  Paul’s been taking good care of me.  He only just finally fell asleep about fifteen minutes ago.”

“How do you feel?” Annabeth asked, feeling a little bit awkward about the question, but also genuinely wanting to know.

“Tired and sore,” Sally admitted.  “But that’s normal.  And it’s worth it,” she added, with a smile that traveled from Percy to Estelle and back again.

*

An hour later, Percy and Annabeth left the hospital.  Paul had woken up from his nap only about ten minutes after they got there and he was so obviously a proud papa that Annabeth had thought he might actually “burst his buttons”, as the phrase went.  It had been a very enjoyable visit.  They’d only left when Estelle started to fuss.  Within half a minute, she’d worked herself up to a sharp cry that still somehow didn’t seem that loud, since it was coming from such a tiny baby.  The nurse had come in to offer to help Sally with feeding, and Percy had suggested that it was probably time for them to go.  But there was a good chance they’d come back later in the afternoon to visit again, and bring his parents anything that they might need in the meantime.

When they stepped outside the hospital, the spring morning was crisp and cool, the air slightly damp.  A light breeze ruffled Annabeth’s hair.  Around them, the city was starting to wake up, the hustle and bustle a bit of a shock after the relative quiet of the maternity ward. 

Percy drew in a deep breath.  “I have a baby sister.”

“You do.”  Annabeth took his hand, lacing her fingers through his.  “And she’s adorable.”

“She is,” Percy agreed.  “Mom and Paul looked really happy.”

Annabeth nudged him with her shoulder.  “You looked pretty happy, too, holding your baby sister.”

Percy grinned.  “Yeah, that was fun.  I think I’m going to like this whole being a big brother to a mortal sibling thing.”  His grin softened when he met her eyes.  “You looked cute, too, holding her.”

Annabeth smiled, thinking again of the soft feeling of Estelle cuddled against her chest, the flash she’d had of the possibility of their own kid one day, and about how Percy and Sally had both called her family.  She kissed Percy, lightly and sweetly.  “This is a really good way to start a Saturday.”

“Definitely.”  He squeezed her hand.  “What do you think, want to go get some breakfast?”

“That sounds great.”  She grinned, letting him lead her up the street to a brunch place they’d gone to before, ready to enjoy this beautiful morning.