#isabella was such a sweetheart too

[flowerbitz]

violet and leon were literally better options than gilbert my girl violet literally choosed a grown man that has been in love with her since she was 14/15💀

[thef1diary]

Little Big Fan | Fifteen

— Little Big Aftermath [aka the end]

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wc: 3k

we’ve made it to the end guys! I just have to say I never thought I’d complete this story and that too fifteen parts of it but to all those who read it and motivated me to keep writing, thank you. While it is the end of the official story, I will continue to take requests for blurbs on specific scenes you’d like to see. However, there won’t be a set posting date on these blurbs, it’ll be out whenever it’s requested and completed. Once again, thank you so much for those who were here since the first chapter, and here’s to more fic series in the future. P.S lemme know if you want to be tagged in the blurbs.

Your frown grew deeper as you turned in the direction your daughter had pointed, unfortunately spotting Tyler. Luckily, he wasn't looking at you two since he was focusing on the podium celebrations about to happen.

"I didn't know daddy was here, mama." Picking Isabella up, you shook your head, "I didn't know either, angel, but let's focus on Max for now okay?"

She gave a nod of agreement and applauded for the drivers, Oscar and Lando in particular, who finished second and third in the race. She did, however, cheer the loudest when Max, as he has done after almost every race this season, stepped onto the top step of the podium.

He was having trouble finding you and Isabella right away in the crowd, and you could see the slightest frown forming on his face until a smile emerged when he succeeded, connecting his gaze with yours.

Isabella giggled as Max held his hand up to wave at her before blowing a kiss in the air in your direction. His behaviour drew Lando and Oscar's attention to you as well, with the former driver rolling his eyes at Max jokingly and Oscar smiling at the interaction.

However, you didn't realize that someone else was also looking at you because your gaze didn't waver away from Max.

The champagne bottles were popped, and this time Isabella was awake to see it all, watching with fascination as it was the first time she was able to see it in person. "I wanna do that, mama," she pointed at the drivers spraying the alcoholic drink, soaking each other's race suits while laughing. "Maybe when you're older, Bella."

"When I'm 7?" She asked, and you chuckled, "a little more than that, sweetheart."

Once the celebrations were over, a huge part of the crowd dispersed, the teams resuming to their usual scheduled routines, preparing for post-race debriefs and other meetings. "Where's Maxy going?" Isabella asked, watching as he was led away by someone clad in a RedBull uniform.

"He's a little busy with interviews, but he told me that he'd come back as soon as he's done," you explained, knowing that Max had a post-race conference and a few other duties lined up.

Isabella huffed, "but he won the race." She rested her head on your shoulder for a moment while playing with a strand of your hair—the habit formed back when she was a few months old.

"Yeah he did, which means he's very famous right now and so many people want to talk to him," you explained and while she nodded in understanding, she still pouted, "I wanna talk to him too."

"Why don't we wait for him inside his driver's room?" You asked, turning around when she nodded.

You had almost reached Max's driver room—a place he had suggested for you and Isabella to stay to wait for him, but pausing in a secluded area as a familiar voice called out, "Isabella!" then heard your name as well. Isabella squirmed in your lap, wanting to get down after seeing Tyler walk up to you both. You sighed, knowing that you'd have to stop and chat.

"Tyler," you greeted, and awkwardness hung in the air for two seconds before Isabella decided to speak up. "Daddy, you said you were busy, what are you doing here?"

Despite her hesitance to stay at her father's place, which she still hasn't done since the day she was discharged from the hospital, she frequently spoke to him over the phone.

Unfortunately for him, Isabella rarely forgets promises. While he was busy playing the "good father" role after your ultimatum, he had make false promises, agreeing to everything she asked for without hearing her out properly. In that conversation, she asked about the promise he made of taking her to a race before she had met Max.

While you and Max had taken her once, she still wanted to experience the thrill with her father since he was the one who introduced the sport to her.

He glanced at you, silently asking if he did in fact claim that he was busy, and frowned when you nodded. "Oh Bella, sweetheart, I didn't know that I would have the time to be here, it was an unexpected decision or else I would've brought you along, but you're here anyways!" He tried to uplift her mood, but instead of hanging on to every word he spoke like she used to do, she just shrugged.

Deciding to divert the topic of conversation, Tyler asked, "did you enjoy the race?" He stepped forward, kneeling down to be closer to her but on instinct, Isabella moved away, clutching on to your hand tightly.

He frowned, once again glancing up at you after noticing her behaviour, but you didn't let an ounce of emotion show on your face. "I'm so happy Maxy won!" She exclaimed, her mood improving for a moment as she thought about him.

Standing up to his full height, Tyler looked at you, "why don't we sit and chat for a moment?" Pressing your lips together in a tight smile, you replied, "I don't think that's a good idea."

He scoffed, then shrugged, "fine, have it your way like always." You were not in the mood to indulge his stupid comments which would eventually lead to an argument, in fact you were here to enjoy the weekend with your boyfriend who you dearly missed in this moment.

His eyes widened briefly when you didn't respond to his comment, wondering how you changed so much in a matter of a few weeks that you couldn't care less about him anymore.

"Hey Bella, why don't you show daddy the caps that you got?" You prompted another topic, that Isabella quickly agreed to. Tyler's gaze remained on you for a moment, understanding that you truly had no intention on speaking to him longer than necessary. The conversations you did have were only necessary due to your daughter, but even those texts and calls started becoming less and less frequent.

Isabella took off her Red Bull cap, which had autographs from Max and Checo, to expose a Ferrari cap with two more signatures from Charles and Carlos, and then a McLaren cap that undoubtedly featured two signatures from Oscar and Lando. She caught up to Lando and Charles, who had given her their hats earlier, as well as their teammates, to obtain signatures. She then wanted to get autographs on her RedBull cap as well. When she asked Max and Checo, they chuckled with the latter claiming she had them all at her beck and call, but they nevertheless signed the cap.

Isabella ended up stacking all three caps on her head because she couldn't choose which one best matched with her outfit. She began explaining the story behind the signatures, and Tyler intently listened, asking a few questions in between as well.

"And then-" Isabella's gaze wandered off, eyes lighting up in excitement as she spotted, "-Maxy!"

Without any hesitation she ran up to him, colliding with him as she tried to wrap her arms around him, earning a low, "oof" from him.

Picking her up and settling her on his hip, holding her up with one arm, he held up his other hand that had a medal hanging from it. Max placed the medal around Isabella's neck, which he received on the podium earlier along with his trophy. "We won, princess," he commented, smiling as wide as she did.

She held both of her hands up, imitating the action Max did as he held his trophy on the podium, causing him to laugh. You watched the interaction with a smile on your face, and could hear their laughter from a few feet away.

Walking towards you as Max was initially planned on doing, he noticed a man next to you, which based on your descriptions was Tyler. He decided to overlook him for now, instead greeting you with a kiss to your cheek.

Tyler held his hand out, "great race, congratulations on the championship. I'm a huge fan by the way." Max, nodded politely, still holding Isabella in his arms but shaking his hand nonetheless. "Thank you," he prompted, waiting for the man to introduce himself to confirm his suspicions.

"Oh, so you're Tyler." Max glanced at you for a moment, watching as you tried to hide your smile behind your hands because of his antics. "Why do you say it like it's a bad thing?" He questioned, and Max was quick to retort, "well, it's not really the best thing now is it?"

"I don't understand," he trailed off, and your boyfriend shrugged, "I figured you wouldn't understand, it's okay," he patted Tyler's shoulder in faux consolation. You had to take a step back so Tyler wouldn't see your expression, placing a hand over your mouth to muffle your laugh.

Tyler was quick to catch on to the condescending tone Max spoke with, looking at you—after you composed yourself fortunately. "So what, you get invited to one race and you guys are best friends now?" He asked, a hint of jealousy you were familiar with revealed in his tone.

"More like she's my girlfriend and they're here to support me," Max clarified. Tyler looked at Max, then Isabella, finally understanding why she was always so enamoured by him.

He scoffed, "oh great, enjoy my sloppy seconds then mate, I will warn you though, it's not worth it because a few months later she'll show you a positive pregnancy test and force you to be a father."

Your jaw dropped, instantly responding, "in front of my daughter?" You glanced at Isabella who was in fact hearing all the words spoken, only frowning due to yours and Max's expressions as she didn't understand the full context of the words her father had said, just knowing that it wasn't good.

Max wiped his hand over his mouth, jaw clenching while his warm gaze turned cold within seconds. "Apologize, now," he instructed, trying to hold himself back from causing a fight.

"Now why would I do that? It's true." Max placed Isabella back on her feet who quickly shuffled over to you, standing behind your legs. "How dare you stand here claiming to be my fan yet talk shit about the person I love?" The driver placed his hand on Tyler's shoulder again, but this time you could see the fear bubbling up in his eyes as his grip tightened.

Still, Tyler managed to scoff, "love? Bold claims there. Sorry to break it to you but she's probably just with you for your mon-" he couldn't finish his sentence because he was punched square in the jaw by your boyfriend.

"Max!" You shrieked, and watching the interaction, Isabella held on to your hands tightly with tears welling up in her eyes. You picked her up again, noticing that Tyler was fuming in anger. "Gonna fucking sue you for that," he spit out some blood, but Max only shrugged, "try me."

Fortunately, you guys were stood in between the team motorhomes, which meant you were slightly hidden away from public eye due to the buildings covering the scene.

Readying himself for another punch if needed, you shook your head, "it's not worth it, Max."

"Yeah Max, listen to your girlfriend," he taunted, angering you in the process. "Will you ever shut up?" You shot back. Max glanced at Isabella who had hid her face in the crook of your neck, arms wrapped around you. Although he couldn't see her face, he guessed that her eyes were tightly shut.

Nodding as a silent agreement with Max, you decided to walk away from the scene as you didn't want to expose Isabella to any more of this argument than what she has already heard. Glancing at Max once more, you hoped that your expression was indicating something along the lines of, "don't do anything too bad."

However, you could hear Max's words as he began speaking to Tyler, "listen here you little shit..." but you didn't stick around to hear the entire conversation, smiling to yourself knowing that Tyler would finally be put into his place—that too by his favourite driver.

Finally entering his driver's room, you sat down on the couch sighing in relief. Isabella was still in your lap and you ran your hand up and down her back in a soothing motion because you could feel her sniffling against you. "Bella," you murmured, wanting to see her adorable face.

"I'm so sorry you had to see that, sweetheart." You kissed her head before brushing your hand through her hair. You heard her mumble but didn't catch her words, "what was that?"

She lifted her head to look at you, and you frowned seeing the tears staining her cheeks. "Why is daddy so mean? I don't like him."

"Some people are just mean for no reason, and unfortunately, your daddy is one of them," you explained, no longer covering for him knowing that after what Isabella witnessed, she wouldn't want to be near him no matter what you said.

She frowned but didn't respond, leaning her head against your shoulder again. You didn't disturb her peace, knowing that after the eventful day, she needed some quiet time.

Max entered the room a few minutes later, and he smiled to greet you but it fell flat. He pointed at Isabella, then put his thumbs up to silently ask if she was okay, but you shrugged.

"What did you say to him?" You asked, knowing that whatever conversation followed probably wasn't kind. "I told him that I'd ban him from future races if I saw him anywhere near you or Bella, and he left."

You knew that it probably wasn't that easily done, but you didn't ask for more details.

You had thought Isabella fell asleep since she hadn't moved in a while, nor could you see her face, but she lifted her head up to look at Max once she heard some shuffling about in the room.

He paused as soon as his gaze connected with hers, unsure of how to initiate a conversation because he did literally punch her father. Isabella wiggled off your lap, and both you and Max thought that she would walk away further into the room so her next action surprised you both. Running towards Max, she held her arms out, engulfing him in a hug.

"You're better than my dad, Maxy," she muttered, and he audibly sighed, the stress wrinkles on his face disappearing while wrapping his own arms around her smaller frame.

"Thank you, princess," he whispered back, and she pulled back to kiss his cheek. Isabella looked back at you, smiling when she saw you smile as well. "Thank you for taking care of my mama," your daughter told Max, and his heart warmed at her words. "Always."

The ring of your phone interrupted the beautiful sight in front of you, but your eyes widened when you saw that it was your mother calling. As soon as you pick it up, you're greeted by hearing your full name.

"Hi, mum," you stood up and walked further away just in case you were about to get a scolding although you had no idea what you could've possibly done. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asked.

"Tell you what?" You answered with a question of your own, knowing that she could be referring to anything at the moment. "That you have a boyfriend."

Your mouth dropped open, "how do you know that?" She chuckled, "because a friend of mine called me and told me that she just watched you kiss someone on live television, some racer guy."

Covering your mouth with your hand, you thought back to the moment Max kissed you in front of the huge crowd after getting out of his car, and of course there had to be cameras capturing the moment. "Max, he's a Formula 1 driver," you explained.

"Wait, the same Max that Bella talks about?" You hummed, "the same one."

"I'm glad you finally moved on from your daughter's father, but I'm also sad that you didn't tell me sooner and I looked foolish because I didn't know until my friend told me about it."

"I'm sorry, I didn't think my relationship would be broadcasted live. Plus, I think the chapter with Tyler is finally over, for both me and Isabella."

"That's good to hear, she doesn't deserve a father like him. Is Max good to you?"

"He's the best to both of us, she lights up with joy every time she sees him." Your mother hummed as she heard your response, "then me and your father have to meet him one day."

You heard some laughter in the next room where Max and Isabella were, and you smiled at your mother's words, "I hope we can come by soon, I'd love to introduce him to you and dad."

After saying goodbyes and promises to meet soon, you returned to the room Max and Isabella were in, pausing in the doorway at the sight in front of you. Just like how Isabella was sitting in your lap earlier with her head against your shoulder, she did the same to Max.

You were about to make your presence known when you heard your daughter's question. "Maxy, why do you call me princess?"

Max's gaze found yours, always finding you whether you were standing in the corner of the room or in a crowd. "Because your mama is the queen," he responded casually, as if he was stating a fact.

Isabella lifted her head, "does that make you the king?" He shrugged, "I guess it does."

She giggled, "and does that mean we get a happily ever after like the storybooks?" Max reached his hand out towards you, asking you to join them which you obliged to easily.

"Ours is better than the storybooks," he stated, placing a kiss on Isabella's forehead before pecking your lips briefly.

The End.

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[that-sarcastic-writer]

After Hours

DI!SingleDad!Leon S. Kennedy X F!Teacher!Reader

Summary: You really shouldn't fuck your student's dad. You shouldn't. No matter how hot you think he is. You shouldn't. Right?

Warnings: explicit sexual content, minors dni, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it) p in v, fingering, oral (f receiving), choking, hair pulling, creampie, soft!dom leon, praising, Leon has a mouth on him, the s stands for slut, parent teacher dynamic, foul language

WC: 8.2k I am so sorry

A/N: guess who just watched death island and guess who wants to fuck di Leon. Yes, this whore. The things that man does to me. Man definitely gave me girl dad vibes in di so I wrote it lol enjoy the Leon filth

Note: this story was inspired by @konigbabe own dad!leon x teacher fic. Hers is definitely way better than mine and definitely recommend checking it out! (Sorry for not mentioning before it was extremely late last night🙃)

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You've been teaching second graders for a very long time, and you've never been more in awe and intrigued by a child at the same time. When you met this little girl you knew she would grow on you. But you didn't think she would be so complicated too. 

"Mhm, and she said— Izzy?" You were standing in your designated area during recess duty, talking to the other second grade teacher when one of your students, Isabella, was dragged to your side along with an older boy by another teacher. 

The boy had a scraped up arm, and Izzy was holding her hands together in front of herself and staring at the ground as the teacher held her by her shirt. You stared in confusion for a second before you looked at the teacher. 

"Ms. Miller, what's going on? Why are you dragging Izzy and who is this boy?" You asked, head tilted with confusion. 

"Is this Isabella Kennedy? She wouldn't answer when I asked her." The older lady asked, shooting the brunette girl a nasty look. You frowned, but nodded slowly, replying with a short yes. She continued. "She pushed one of my kids and he's bleeding. You need to take her to the Principal's office and call her parents right now." 

Your eyes widened in shock and your mouth fell open, baffled. You blinked a couple times in disbelief as you looked at Izzy. This girl was a sweetheart, quiet, but kind, she would never hurt another student. 

"Izzy, come baby, we're gonna go sit in my classroom while I call your daddy, mkay?" You shot Ms. Miller a glare that made her let go of Izzy, and you quietly extended your hand to the girl. She took it, quietly following you. 

Maybe today was the day you would finally meet Isabella Kennedy's father. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It took five phone calls, three emails, and a good three hours before anyone came for Izzy. It was well past the end of the school day. You had been sitting outside the Principal's office with Izzy for about an hour when a man, tall, close to six feet tall, with a leather jacket and brown hair that fell over his eyes walked down the hall. He had the same intense blue eyes as Izzy. He had a pretty annoyed look on his face too. 

Leon Kennedy.

"Izzy." He called out when he saw her, his low baritone filling the otherwise quiet hall. The little girl lifted her head, blue eyes instantly lighting up at the sight of her dad. 

She instantly got up from her chair and ran to him. He picked her up without hesitation and a frown plastered on his face when she hid her face on his neck with guilt. 

"I'm sorry daddy." 

"Oh, what's wrong? Why are you sorry?" He asked, rubbing her back soothingly, but before she could bust out into tears, you stepped in. 

"Hi. Hey, uhm. I'm Isabella's teacher. Are you Mr. Kennedy?" You felt stupid for asking, he made you feel even more so when he narrowed his eyes at you with this 'seriously?' look in his eyes. 

"Yeah. What's going on? I saw you left me a million voicemails. Is Izzy alright?" He asked, understandably concerned, instinctively checking his daughter for any injuries or marks. 

"Yes she's alright but uhm.. Something happened earlier and I think it'd be good if we spoke in private before you speak with the principal." You bit your lip, watching as his face scrunched up with a mixture of confusion and annoyance. 

"What— y'know what, alright. Just make it quick please." He sighed, saying something to Izzy that you couldn't quite hear before he set her down on her feet. 

"I'm gonna go talk to your daddy for a minute okay? You can go finish that drawing, yeah?" You said to the little girl with a smile. She rubbed her eye but nodded regardless. 

You led Leon to your classroom. You sat on your desk as he sat on the chair you had left for him in case he did show up. He leaned back, arms folded over his chest and legs spread. That man hadn't even said a word yet and you were already sweating. He was full of self assurance and confidence, like he didn't need to say a word for his presence to be the center of attention. And it made you nervous. 

"So uhm, I called you because Isabella got into some trouble today during recess." You started, leaning your elbows on your desk. His face never changed. He had the same stoic expression. 

Seriously?

"Okay." 

"She pushed a fourth grader on the playground, and the kid scraped up his arm." You finished, hoping that would get some kind of reaction. It did. But not the one you were expecting. 

"Oh. Wow, okay." There was a tiny curve on the corner of his lips. You could swear it looked like a smile. "Is she in trouble or something?" 

"Uhm, yes, of course she's in trouble. Our anti-bullying policy is very strict here Mr. Kennedy. She could get suspended for this." 

He rolled his eyes. The motherfucker rolled his eyes. 

"That's not bullying. The kid probably deserved it." He scoffed softly, leaning further back into the chair. He had his eyebrows furrowed, and he was staring you down, pale blue eyes making you want to crawl into your own skin. "Izzy isn't the type to just hurt someone. She's a good kid. Did you even ask why she did it? 

"Well uhm.. Yes, she said the fourth grade boy was bothering her and her friend, he shoved her friend so Izzy, uh, shoved him back, much harder." You cleared your throat, knowing your answer wasn't any better. You didn't want Izzy to get in trouble, but you had to do your job.

"Are you serious?" He had this blank expression on his face, and when you nodded, he gave you a laugh that was this mixture between pride and irritation. "This is ridiculous. A nine year-old boy bullies my seven year-old daughter and her friend, but my daughter is the one that gets in trouble for standing up for herself?" 

You stared at him, lips parted as you tried to come up with an answer. You ran your tongue over your dry lips, no answer actually coming out. He scoffed. 

"Was that all then? This conversation could've been a phone call." He sat up, seemingly getting ready to stand up. You shook your head. 

"No, Mr. Kennedy. There's something else I wanted to discuss with you." 

"It's just Leon, please. I'm not that old." He chuckled, leaning back into the seat. 

Your eyes fell to his chest, slightly exposed by the undone buttons of his shirt. Your words were lost for a second as you imagined what it would be like to see under that shirt, to feel— No. That's inappropriate. Focus. 

"Uhm, I understand you must be busy with your job, Izzy talks about it all the time but I think she would benefit from more involvement from a parent in her academics and activities." You started, leaning forward on your arms. 

"Meaning what? I'm involved plenty." 

"I'm sorry but, I've had your daughter for a semester and a half, and this is the first time I've met you. We've had two parent-teachers conferences so far. I never saw you there. She performed at the winter concert, I don't recall seeing you there either." You explained with a small frown, remembering all the times you had to cheer her up because she was upset about her dad not being there for a school event. "All I'm saying is that if your job doesn't allow it, maybe Izzy's mom can—" 

"No, not an option. It's just me." He cut you off quickly, sitting up quickly as his shoulders tensed. 

You weren't a behavior analyst, but knew that tone. That defensiveness and resentment at the same time, you had seen it time and time again from single parents. It explained a lot. 

"Then she really needs you. You're the only support she has. So be there for your daughter."

"I am. It's just that my job—" 

"With all due respect, your job is not more important than your daughter. Listen, the spring concert is in two weeks. She's performing there with a few other girls. I just ask that you be there for her. Trust me it will do her good. And knowing her dad is there for her will stop her from acting out like this again." 

Leon bit his lip in thought, you could see the gears turning in his head, the way he tapped his index finger on his bicep in thought, but he ultimately sighed. 

"An elementary school concert, is that really necessary? Can't I just take you to dinner instead and we can call it even?" He said it so smoothly you didn't realize his flirtation at first. It took a second for your brain to register he was flirting with you and the tiny smirk on his face made heat rush to your face in an instant. 

"Mr. Kennedy, that is not appropriate." You tried hiding your embarrassment behind a soft laugh, but the way you avoided his eyes said enough. 

"I told you, it's Leon." He corrected you again, grin still on his face, "Alright fine, I'll see what I can do. Can I take Izzy home now?" 

"Yes. I'll email you the RSVP." You finally met his eyes with a small smile of your own as you waved your hand, signaling that he could leave. He nodded, standing up, but before he left you added, "And please look at your emails this time." 

He flashed you a small smile, "Sure Miss." 

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"Aw Izzy, you look so pretty. Did your daddy help you get ready?" You asked the little girl, her hair neatly pulled back into a bun, glitter scattered on her hair and blue sparkly eyeshadow matched the shades of blue in her outfit. She looked like a princess. 

"Nooo. Daddy doesn't know how to do makeup. Aunt Claire did." She said excitedly and smiled with glee.

Huh, that must be the woman that sometimes picked her up. For the longest time you thought it was her mom. But not after Leon had told you about her mom not being in the picture. Still, you thought maybe you'd get more out of her than her dad. 

"Oh she did a really good job!" You smiled at her as you stood with her, waiting for her turn to perform. "Is your daddy coming?" 

"Yes. He said he would." Good. 

"And your mommy? Is she coming too?" You squinted an eye, knowing you probably shouldn't push your luck, but kids usually never lied, and you wanted to know for sure.

"Oh, I don't have a mommy. Just daddy and Aunt Claire. Oh and Uncle Chris. But he's not around much." She said it so blankly it reminded you of her dad. 

It made your heart sink, to think her mom had abandoned her. Which you had the feeling was the case based on the defensive and almost resentful way Leon spoke about it when you met. But somehow it didn't seem to bother Izzy. 

"Well I'm sure your daddy will love to see you perform tonight. It's almost your turn, go find the other girls, I'll be right here." 

She gave you an eager nod and a smile as she ran to her friends, their names getting introduced by the principal a minute later. You stayed in a corner mostly out of sight, but enough where you could see the stage. At one point, you looked towards the far end of the gym, at the top of the stairs. You saw a familiar leather jacket, the man leaning against the wall with his arms folded over his chest as he watched the stage. You couldn't really see from your distance, but you had a feeling he was smiling. But you were definitely smiling when his eyes found yours. 

"Oh my God you did so good! I can't believe you learned that in a few months!" You said to Izzy, her tiny hand in yours as you walked her through the gym to find Leon.

As you walked out to the hallway, you caught a couple moms whispering not so quietly about the unknown man in a leather jacket that was standing by himself and it almost made you laugh. 

"Hey, is Isabella's dad here? I see she's still attached to your hip." Your friend, Emily walked your way, eyeing the little girl, then you. You raised an eyebrow at her, knowing she just wanted to see who was the mysterious hot single dad she kept hearing about. 

"Mmmm, yeah he's here. He's—" You looked around for a bit, quickly spotting him by himself. You smiled to yourself when your eyes met. "Izzy, your daddy is over there, go. I'll be there in a sec." 

She nodded and ran to her dad. She jumped as soon as she was in front of him and he lifted her in his arms in a heartbeat. You heard her giggles as she wrapped her arms around his neck and he sat her on his hip, hugging her. 

"He's hot. Like really hot." Emily spoke, making you look at her. Your eyes widened and you snorted quietly. "What? He is. He totally gives biker vibes. I wonder if he has a motorcycle. You should ask him to take you on a ride sometime." 

"Emily." You scolded her with a laugh. 

"I'm serious! You should go out with him. Or I will." 

"I'm leaving now, I don't not want to get written up for sexual harassment of a parent. Goodbye Ms. Robinson." You laughed, waving your hand at her dismissively as you walked towards Leon and Izzy. So you could say goodbye to Izzy. Or so you told yourself. 

"Miss! Look what my daddy gave me." Izzy showed you a beautiful white carnation. 

You smiled in awe, both at the flower but also at the sweet gesture. Leon definitely didn't seem the type to give gifts. Maybe you were wrong. 

"Oh wow, that's such a pretty flower! It's almost as pretty as you Izzy. But you're prettier." You giggled with the little girl, who nuzzled further into Leon's chest in a fit of giggles. He thought you weren't looking, but you definitely caught the tiny smile on his face. 

"But you're prettier, Miss! At school we call her Miss Pretty. Cause she's really pretty all the time, right daddy? You were saying that Miss looked really pretty the other day." Izzy lifted her head to look at her dad with her big blue eyes. 

His own eyes grew a bit and a dust of pink covered his otherwise pale face. 

"Isabella." Leon said her name sternly, but the girl just giggled even more. He rolled his eyes and looked at you, a tiny grin on his lips and that same air of confidence that never seemed to falter, even if he was embarrassed. "Okay, say bye to your friends so we can go home. And say bye to Miss Pretty." 

Now it was your turn to be fluttered. 

"Okay. Bye Miss, I'll see you on Monday!" Izzy hugged your waist as soon as Leon put her on her feet. You smiled, crouching down to embrace her properly. 

"I'll see you on Monday Izzy." You smiled, watching as she took off to find her friends. You stood up slowly, eyes meeting with Leon's. "I'm glad you came. She was really happy." 

"Mhmm, I'm glad I came too." His eyes lingered on you. 

God, you were pretty. He took in the way your hair was done differently, maybe for the occasion. Your makeup was different too, nothing too glamorous, but some shimmer on your eyelids and a lipstick that matched. And your dress, it suited you perfectly. But he'd be lying if he said he wouldn't prefer to see it on his floor instead. 

"And thank you for talking your way out of her suspension. She's a good kid, I wouldn't want something like that on her file."

"Of course. I adore Izzy, and I've seen first hand she's a sweet kid. Off the record, I didn't want her to get suspended for standing up for herself. You taught her well." You smiled, trying to ignore the blood rushing to your face. 

"Yeah well, I try."

"But I hope this isn't a one time thing though. It'd be good for Izzy if you came around more often." You bit your lip softly, feeling his deep gaze burn into your skin. He nodded, leaning ever so slightly closer. Nothing any prying eyes would notice, but you definitely did. 

"I'll be around, but in the meantime," He bit his lip, eyes darting around for a second before he leaned down to your ear for a split second, saying, "Dinner is still on the table." 

"Mr—" 

"I swear to God if you call me Mr. Kennedy one more time." 

You leaned back, a smile threatening to pull around your lips. And you nodded, digging into your purse for a second before you pulled out a piece of paper and shoved it into his palm. 

"I'll be seeing you around, Leon." 

He watched you as you walked with a smile on your face. He furrowed his eyebrows curiously but it quickly turned into a grin when he saw what you had written on the post-it note. 

Juat say when. I actually answer my phone. —Miss

"Fuck me." He sighed quietly to himself, shaking his head as he shoved the piece of paper into his pocket and rubbed a hand over his freshly trimmed jaw before calling Izzy. "Izzy, c'mon." 

"You, you evil child are in so much trouble," he chuckled, taking his daughter's hand in his, "You can't be telling daddy's secrets like that, bee. You're gonna get me in trouble." 

"But she's really pretty! And nice. And she makes really good brownies. I like her a lot." She giggled, looking up at Leon with a smile that reminded him that not everything in this world was pain and misery. "You should take her on a date!"

"I asked if she wanted to, actually." 

"Oh my God really? Did she say yes?" 

Leon looked at his little girl with narrowed eyes and smiled, "Since when are you so nosy? Hmph." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

You didn't think Leon would be the chivalrous type to come pick you at your door for your date. But there he was, leaning on his Jeep Wrangler as he waited for you to come down. And when you did, fuck, it made him want to take you right then and there. 

"Woah… You look.." He blew out a small breath and his lips curved up. You nodded, biting your lip softly. 

"Thank you. You look good too." 

"So uh, is Italian alright? I know a really good place downtown." 

The food was great, amazing even, but this, oh this was better than any fancy restaurant. Leon pressed your back against the door, his own body pressing you further into it, preventing from moving. Not that you wanted to. He had one of your wrists pinned above your head as he kissed you, tongue slipping into your mouth to savor the faint wine you had earlier. He used his other hand to hoist you up around his waist, a moan slipping past your throat when his belt brushed against your clothed clit. 

You swore you never had sex on the first date. But for Leon you would be the biggest whore if that’s what he wanted. 

“Mmm Leon,” You panted softly, he hummed as he moved his lips to your neck, leaving a trail of wet kisses. “Izzy. Is she—”

“Not here. She’s at my friend’s for the night.” He answered in between kisses.

“You have a friend that watches your kid while you get laid? Aren’t you lucky?”

“Can we not talk about my babysitting arraignments right now?" He muttered out in between kisses, his breath hot against your skin. 

A soft giggle fell past your lips and you nodded, grabbing the back of his head to kiss his lips again. A satisfied hum rumbled in his throat as he moved his lips with yours, keeping one hand on your ass and the other found the back of your neck as he moved you off the door. He was walking, somewhere, you assumed his bedroom. He parted from your lips to half watch where he was going and you took that opportunity to drag your lips along his jaw. You could tell he hadn't shaved in a few days, but you liked the tingle it gave.  

Leon let out a breathy hum at the feeling of your lips roaming freely along his skin. He bit his lips softly as he fumbled with the doorknob, he eventually got it open. He didn't bother closing it and his feet took him straight to his bed. 

He grabbed the back of your head and pressed another hard kiss to your lips before your back hit his bed. Soft duvets pooled around you as he laid you down, pulling your bottom lip with him as he moved back. 

"Fuck, I knew you'd look so pretty on my bed." He breathed out as he watched you, hair pooling around your head, and makeup already a mess. 

You gave him a shy smile as you sat up on your elbows. His eyes stayed on you as he sunk his weight on one knee, a knee he placed right in between your thighs. And his eyes never left you as he slowly undid the buttons of his navy blue dress shirt. His leather jacket was long gone by the time you had stepped foot inside his apartment.

You watched him with big eyes as he shrugged off the piece of clothing, leaving his muscular chest of full display. And fuck, if he looked huge under layers of clothing, he looked massive now. Your eyes took him all in, an arrangement of scars covered his otherwise pale skin. Scars and all, he was still the most attractive man you had ever met. 

"You look so pretty when you look at me like that." He chuckled softly, his fingers coming up under your chin to make you look up at him, clearly noticing the way you were staring at him, with those eyes and your lips parted.

"You think I'm pretty? Have you seen yourself in the mirror lately?" You responded without thinking, the words coming out with a breath. 

A smile formed on his lips and he shook his head, watching with amusement as your shaky hands touched his belt. You ran your tongue over your lips as you unbuckled his belt with shaky hands. Leon watched you carefully, his breath picking up when your fingers itched closer to his cock as it strained against his boxer briefs. But when you sat up fully, about to move your knees he grabbed your hands, making you stop. Your eyes shot up to his face with alarm, afraid you had made him uncomfortable. 

"Next time baby," He said with restraint. It wasn't that he didn't want to feel your mouth around him. He'd kill for that. But he could be selfish another time. "Lemme take care of you tonight, yeah?" 

You breathed out shakily, the panic leaving you as soon as the words left his mouth, and a pool of arousal replaced your uneasiness. You nodded. 

"Yeah, okay." 

He gave you a smile that made you ache and he gestured to you to lie down. 

"Lay down for me." He coaxed with a voice so smooth it almost made you whine. He eased a hand up your bare thighs as you did as he told you. 

Your back touched his soft covers again as you took in a sharp breath. You closed your eyes in anticipation as you heard him move around for a second. You gasped when you felt him drag you to the end of the bed by your ankle. You lifted your head and fuck, you could've come right there and there at the sight of Leon, on his knees, with his head between your legs. 

"Leon.." You whined almost desperately, the ache between your legs starting to become unbearable. 

A soft smirk tugged at his lips at the whine of his name and he lifted his head to look at you with feign innocence. 

"What's that pretty girl?" He sneaked a hand under your dress, his thumb barely grazing your clit through your panties. You twitched, a sharp gasp leaving your lips. 

"Please." A weak plea was all you could say. 

"What? Want my mouth on you? Want me to finger you open? Make you come all over my tongue?" He spoke with arrogance, with that same arrogance he always fucking wore. And you hated just how much it turned you on. 

"Yes! Yes! Yes, just please, touch me." You were so pathetic but you didn't care. 

"Oh trust me baby, I'm gonna do so much more than just touch you. You think you can handle me?" He tugged down your panties with such ease and so casually you didn't even realize he did, you were more focused on his question. 

"I… Yes I— Of course I can handle you." 

Leon chuckled at how fast you responded to his question and he bit his bottom lip as he scrunched up your dress up to your hips with his free hand, his eyes lingering on your cunt for a second before he met your gaze again. 

"Tap me twice if it's too much, yeah? A sweet elementary teacher like yourself might not be used to.. Well, me." 

You scrunched up your face a bit at his comment, shooting him a glare that made him chuckle. 

"I won't break Leon." 

A malicious smirk fell on his lips, "That's the point." 

He didn't give you time to reply with another witty remark when he decided he was done talking. He sunk his head between your thighs and his tongue dragged along your clit without a warning. You jolted with a shudder, a loud gasp leaving your lips when you felt his mouth on your already sensitive clit. 

"Oh my—" Your mouth fell open, your eyes slightly fluttering as he circled his tongue over your clit. "Oooh fuck." 

Your head fell back against the mattress as he continued to work you with his tongue. He drew circles around your clit before he moved down to your wet entrance then back up to your clit. Over and over until you were writhing on the bed. 

"Shit— Leon—!" The sound that left your mouth was pathetic, a mixture between a cry and a whimper when he slipped two of his long fingers into you. 

He groaned against you, lapping at your pussy as he slid his fingers in and out with ease. And you couldn't help the way you were grinding back against his face. It had been a long fucking time since a guy had even bothered to eat you out, let alone like this. He didn't mind it, but the way you kept sliding up the bed every time he curled up his fingers against that one spot was annoying him. With his free hand he grabbed your hip with a tight grip and slid your body back down, holding you against his face. And he held you there, with his fingers deep inside your pussy, his mouth lapping at your clit and both of your legs thrown over his shoulders. You had nowhere to go and he was more than pleased about that. 

"Fuck fuck— Shit Leon please—" You eyes were rolled into the back of your head, head thrown back as you writhed against his face. "Please— I'm so close please, please don't stop." 

Fuck, you sounded so pretty when you pleaded to him like that. He could feel his cock strain harder against his pants just at the sound. He hummed, closing his lips around your clit and suckled. You didn't mean to, but your hand fell to the back of his hair and you pulled. And my God you pulled hard. 

Leon growled at the feeling of your fingers tangling and tugging at his hair. The vibrations made you whine and you did it again. But this time he pulled back enough to speak. 

"Pull my hair one more time, I swear to God." He grunted the words. But he wasn't angry. God, he wasn't angry in the slightest. But he knew he only had so much self control left in his body.

You didn't reply, you simply loosened your grip on his honey brown strands, but you kept your hand on the back of his head and his lips found your clit again. And you did your best to not latch on to his hair again, but fuck it was so hard when his fingers hit so deep and his tongue felt so good. You were so fucking close, you couldn't help it. 

"Mhmm yeah that's it, I know you wanna come. Yeah, you wanna come don't you sweet girl?" He grunted, spitting on your clit as he scissored you open, the palm of his hand rutting against your clit. "I know you do, c'mon, come for me." 

When you felt his tongue on your clit again you couldn't help it. Your mouth fell wide open as your heels dug into his shoulders. Your eyes were squeezed shut as your mind went blank and you couldn't help yourself, your fingers dug so deep into his hair as you held his face against you he actually grunted in pain. 

But he didn't stop, he lapped at your juices as you convulsed under him, the lewd sound of his palm against your wet cunt shooting straight to his cock. 

He didn't stop sucking at your clit until you were twitching with aftershock and you were weakly pulling his head back by the ends of his hair. Only then his fingers left you and he was pulling back. He watched you through narrowed eyes as you panted, your hands now on your face as you tried to come back down to earth. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand as he rose his feet. 

He fumbled with his pants as he climbed on the bed and before you even realized it, he grabbed you, hands under your armpits to drag you up the bed. You stammered at the sudden manhandling. 

"Leon—" He didn't even let you finish before he was flipping you on your stomach, his bare back pressing you down on the mattress. 

"What did I say about pulling my hair, hm?" He breathed out into your ear, harshly tugging down his boxer briefs enough to pull out his cock. 

"I— I'm sorry—" You gasped as he not to gently unzipped your dress and pulled it over your head. 

He didn't let you sit up though. With a large hand in between your shoulders, he sat up enough to sit back on his knees, his cock in his hand as he pumped himself a few times. 

"No you're not." He sighed out, eyes closing for a split second as he dragged his cock between your wet folds. He heard you whine against his pillows, but you made no effort to move from where he held you. "Move that pretty little ass of yours up here. Need you to stay down though." 

With a soft whimper, you stuck your ass up in the air, meeting his hips. His eyes fell on your ass, lips slightly parted he slowly sank himself into you. He watched as his cock disappeared inside your tight walls until only a little bit of him was left. But he didn't want to push you too hard, you couldn't fit all of him. 

Leon sat still for what felt like years, but in reality it was merely a minute or so. His eyes were closed as he dragged a hand up and down your back, easing you until he knew he could move. It took you some time to adjust to his size, your eyes were squeezed shut as you fists clenched his sheets. But it wasn't long before you were begging him to fuck you. 

"Leon— Please. Need you to fuck me, please." You muttered into the sheets as you turned your head to the side so that your cheek was pressed into the mattress. 

"Mhmmm, 'course you do." Fuck, he was going to ruin you. 

He dragged his cock out slowly, slow enough for you to feel every inch of him, until you were nothing but pathetic noises. He was almost all the way out when he slammed in again, making your body slide up the mattress. He did the same again, and again, fucking your body into the mattress like no one you had ever been with before. This man was going to be the death of you. Your student's dad. There were so many things wrong with what you were doing, but fuck, you couldn't list a single one of those things that could ever top this. 

You were brought back to this reality by the feeling of his lips dragging up your bare spine. You felt a cold shudder run through your whole body as he leaned over you, his bare back pressed against yours and his hips rutting against your ass, so much so you could feel the rough material of his pants brush against your ass and the sound of his belt rattling with each snap of his hips. But that only made it better. To think he was so eager to fuck you he couldn't be bothered to take his pants off. That idea alone made you see white.

With your mind on a different planet entirely, you didn't realize the grip he had on your hair. Until you felt him pull your head back by your hair. His fingers were tangled to the root as he pressed his lips to your ear. 

"You like how that feels, hm?" You had a feeling his question was rhetorical, that you weren't supposed to enjoy the forcefulness of his actions, because he was clearly punishing you for what you did earlier. But you would be lying if you said it didn't make you even wetter. He definitely felt the way you clenched around him and he laughed. "Oh? So you do huh? Pretty Miss Teacher likes it when I'm rough with her?" 

You were nodding against his grip, as best as you could anyway, a soft cry being a pretty good sign that you did, indeed liked it. You should be ashamed of how much you wanted this man to ruin you, to use you as he pleased. But the way he was buried deep inside your cunt felt way too good to feel any shame. 

"Yes! Yes, please be rough with me." You managed to choke out. You heard the groan that rumbled in his chest at your words. 

Leon was flipping you on your back and slamming back into you before you even had time to protest. You instantly wrapped your legs around his torso as he resumed his pace, only that this time, his hips snapped much harshly with each thrust he gave you. His lips found your neck as one of his hands rested on the column of your neck, he didn't squeeze or touch your throat, he simply held you down as he fucked you into the mattress. 

His fingers twitched, the urge to wrap them around your throat making his cock throb, but he otherwise decided against it, not wanting to push you too hard on your first night together. So to avoid giving in to his urges he itched to move his hand beside your head instead. You felt his hand leave your neck and something deep within your core didn't want him to, so your hand flew to catch his wrist. 

"Choke me." You blurted out, so heated that you didn't even think of how embarrassed you normally would be to ask such a thing. 

Leon lifted his head enough to look at your face, his lips parted as he panted softly, strands of his hair falling over his eyes but he could see you clearly. He heard you loud and clear, too. 

"Shit baby," He groaned out, lips crashing against yours in a messy kiss before he returned his hand to your neck, but this time, he actually wrapped his fingers around your throat. "You're gonna be the fucking death of me. Such a pretty thing, sweet to everyone, with those pretty dresses of yours and that beautiful smile of yours. And you're asking me to choke you. Fuck." 

He squeezed ever so slightly, just enough to make you feel a bit dizzy, but in the best way possible. You were so close, you could feel the burning ache in the pit of your stomach, and with the way his cock hit your most sensitive spot with every thrust, you knew you wouldn't last long. 

"Ah— Shit— Leon—" Your sounds were choked out, barely audible, but he heard the way you were begging, the way you said his name, it drove him fucking insane. "I wanna—" 

"Mhmm, I know baby. You wanna come all over my cock, hm? Yeah you do," He dug his teeth into his already red lip as he sneaked his free hand in between your bodies and began rubbing harsh circles around your clit, making your hips jerk. "Yeah that's it— Fuck, atta girl. Lemme feel you fall apart for me." 

He didn't even have to tell you, you were seeing white the second his thumb touched your clit. You dug your nails into his skin, surely leaving a few marks to find in the morning. But he couldn't care less. He couldn't help but moan at the feeling of your walls squeezing his cock. He held you down to the mattress as he drilled into you, his own release not too far now. 

"Yeah— yeah that's it. Good girl. You're such a good girl." He dragged through pants, his fingers squeezing your throat tightly. "Fuck— Fuck I'm gonna— Shit." 

He was about to pull himself out, so as to not finish inside you, but you held him tight, legs securely wrapped around his torso. He looked you through half lidded eyes as you nodded at him. 

"Please." You couldn't say much, with his hand on your throat and all, but he understood what you meant and the idea of you letting him come inside you made him lose the little control he still had left. 

"Oh fuck— fuck that's a good girl— Ah—" His head fell to your neck as he cradled your head with the hand not your neck and he squeezed his eyes shut as he fell still, holding you down on his cock as he came with a throaty moan. "Mhmmm. Just like that. Take it just like that." 

His hand slowly released your throat, and you gasped softly as your head spun with adrenaline. Your eyes fluttered shut as you held him, arms lazily thrown over his shoulders as your fingers lightly threaded his hair. You felt his breath hot on your neck as he panted. Your own breathing was as hard and fast as his for a minute or so. But he didn't mind holding until you both calmed down. It was a while before you felt him move, probably when he got tired of holding his weight. He left a kiss on your jaw before he moved to lay on his back beside you. 

Leon turned his head to look at you and he couldn't help but smile to himself, face glistening with sweat, makeup absolutely ruined and hair tousled and pooled around your head. And even like that you were still the prettiest thing he had ever laid eyes on. 

"I wasn't too rough on you, was I?" He asked quietly, knowing he sometimes could be a bot too much.

You turned your head to look at him, and you found those pale blue eyes staring at you with concern, you gave him a tired smile. 

"Of course not. I… I liked it. I don't think anyone's ever made me come like that before." You admitted with a dry laugh. His eyebrows shot up a bit with surprise, but that surprise quickly turned into pride. 

"Well, I do like to be the exception." 

"Oh shut up." You playfully smacked his arm and he chuckled. 

You couldn't help but smile, but your expression fell a bit when you thought he probably would want you to go home. That's usually how that was, right? I mean he had a daughter, he probably didn't want his daughter's teacher— who he had just fucked senseless, to stay the night. Right? Probably not. You sighed softly as you moved your hair away from your face and sat up. You missed the confused look Leon gave you. 

"You leaving or something?" He asked with furrowed eyebrows as he sat up, watching the way you were reaching over the edge of the bed to grab your dress from the floor. But you quickly sat back to look at him, also confused. 

"I mean… I'm supposed to, right?" 

Leon scrunched up his face with confusion and slightly tilted his head, "You're supposed to?" 

"Well. Uh… Yeah. I mean, Izzy—" He cut you off right then and there. 

"Hey no, it isn't like that. I don't… I don't do that." You frowned at him, confused by what he meant. He sighed, running a hand through his hair, getting the strands out of his face. "I wasn't going to fuck you then ask you to leave. I'm not like that. It's late, and I drove you. Izzy isn't coming home tonight. You can stay. If you want of course, if not I can drive you home, I just—" 

Now it was your turn to cut him off. He gasped in surprise when you crashed your lips against his. His lips curved up into a smile as he held your face. He kissed you much softly now. 

"I wouldn't mind staying." You finally said, smiling against his lips. 

"I wouldn't mind either." 

~~~~~~~~~~~~

You weren't exactly sure when, but you had fallen asleep, with Leon's arms wrapped around you as he held you to his chest. But rays of sunlight were hitting your face now as they slipped through the open curtains he probably forgot to close the night prior. You scrunched up your nose, squinting your eyes as you pressed your face further into the pillow. But it was too late now, you were awake and there was no way to fall back asleep. As much as you would love to just cuddle up to Leon and sleep some more. Speaking of, as you peeled your eyes open you saw him, still sleeping peacefully next to you. 

He laid on his stomach, the covers pooled around his waist as his face was buried deep into his pillow. His honey brown hair was tousled from sleep and from your doing the night prior, and loose strands hung over the side of his face. God, he looked absolutely gorgeous. You really should've felt guilty for sleeping with one of your classroom parents. But when you woke up to a sight like that? You regretted nothing. 

You debated on staying in bed with him, at least until he woke up and decided to take you home, but you really needed a bathroom. So you carefully maneuvered your way out of his bed, dressed yourself in the first thing you found— his dress shirt from last night and tip toed out of his bedroom. You felt so weird walking around his house without his permission, but he hadn't exactly given you a tour last night. So you ventured until you found a bathroom. By the time you were done Leon still hadn't left his bedroom so you decided to find his kitchen for a glass of water at least. You looked around on your way to the kitchen. He wasn't much of a decorator. It was definitely the apartment of a single man. But as soon as you walked to the kitchen you saw countless drawings and pictures hanging from the fridge. 

Your heart warmed as you walked to see the drawings up close. There were definitely Izzy's. You smiled to yourself at the photo you saw next to one of the drawings, one of Leon, a few years younger, holding a baby in a hospital blanket. All of the other photos you saw were similar. It was only Leon and Isabella in all of them. Not a single one of Izzy's mom. 

Did she never want to be a part of her life? Was she truly never around? 

"You tried to run away last night, and when I wake up you're gone, too? Was I that bad?" You jumped at the sound of Leon's voice in the kitchen. 

You cursed loudly, holding a hand to your rapidly beating heart as you glared at him, making him laugh. 

"Asshole. I wanted to use the bathroom, and you were still asleep." You shrugged your shoulders, eyeing him carefully. Still no shirt, but he was wearing a pair of plaid pajamas pants now. He had his phone in his hand and was scratching the back of his head, attempting to smooth down his bedhead. 

"You look pretty with my shirt. Looks better on you actually." He hummed as he padded through the kitchen to stand in front of you.

He stood in front of you, watching you intently for a few seconds before he leaned in, pressing his lips against yours. 

You giggled against his lips, happily kissing him. You threw your arms over his shoulders and he rested his hands on your hips. 

"Mmm, you hungry?" He asked, brushing his nose against yours and his lips were curled up into a grin. You nodded, biting your bottom lip. "Me too." 

You gasped when he hoisted you up on the kitchen island. You gripped his shoulders as you watched him with wide eyes. But he said nothing as he nudged your legs open with his knee and stood in between them. 

"What? I said I was hungry." He smirked as he captured your lips with his own one more time before he dropped to his knees in front of you. 

Without taking his eyes off from you, he threw one of your ankles over his shoulder and pressed his lips to the inside of your knee. Slowly, his lips itched closer and closer to your already dripping core. You held your breath with anticipation as he nibbled on your inner thigh. His lips were so close to where you needed him the most. His head got lost between your thighs and your hand instinctively fell on the back of his hair. His breath fanned hot against your clit and—

You jumped, your ass nearly slipping right off the counter, but Leon steadied you with a quick sturdy hand on your thigh. He was also startled by the sound of his phone ringing next to you. He closed his eyes, cursing under his breath. 

You took a deep breath, inhaling sharply as you looked beside you at his phone screen. 

"It says Claire." 

Leon shot up to his feet in a split second when you said that and he was answering the call almost frantically. 

"Hey. What's up? Everything alright?" He said into the phone, still standing between your parted legs. You frowned softly with concern, your hand resting on his chest as he listened to the woman on the line. "Shit, really?" 

He said nothing for a few seconds, just humming and nodding to himself before he pinched the bridge of his nose and breathed out an exasperated sigh. 

"No, you're okay, thanks for calling, Claire. Just give her some cereal, play her a Disney movie or something while I get there." He finally spoke, finally looking at you. And his blue eyes looked apologetic. "Yeah, I'll be there in fifteen. Yeah. See you soon." 

Leon placed his phone on the counter beside you and sighed. You looked up at him, eyes big with worry. 

"It's Izzy. I left her at my friend’s and apparently she woke up fuzzy. She's been crying all morning asking for me, so, gotta go pick her up." He explained, the corner of his lip curving up into an apologetic smile. You exhaled softly, the anxiety leaving your chest. 

You gave him a smile and pressed a kiss to his lips, "I get it. Don't worry. I'll get dressed so you can pick her up. I'm sorry I kept you from picking her up last night." 

"Oh, no sweetheart, don't say that. Last night was incredible. She just gets… Clingy I suppose." He sighed as he helped you down from the counter. 

"You're her only parent. It's normal. I should know." You gave him a smile as you started to head to his bedroom to get your clothes, but he grabbed your wrist, tugging you to his chest before you could. 

"Hey, I still owe you breakfast. Can I take you out again sometime?" 

The smile on your face was so wide you probably wouldn't be able to hide it even if you tried. 

"Yeah, I'll be around." 

[ellatoone7]

❄︎ Retirement ready ❄︎

Alexia's favourite girls series

Alexia is more than ready to spend all her time with her girls

You were incredibly surprised at how well Alexia had been taking her retirement. Of all the ways you imagined this moment it was always more dramatic, but your wife seemed to be at peace as she walked out of the tunnel for the last time. 

The crowd absolutely erupted as she lined up as Captain for the last time. Isabella was standing on her chair with her Putellas jersey proudly displayed on her back. Emilia watched with wide eyes as the place chanted her Mami’s name. “Mami sad?” Emilia asked with tears in her eyes, “No sweetheart, mamí is happy.” The younger blonde doesn’t seem so sure, “You know what this means? Mami is going to have so much more time to play with you and bring you to school.” Emilia lit up at the thought of more mamí time. 

Alba was sitting next to you, not having too much care for football but she loved her sister dearly, so she put up with it. “You think she’s sad Alb’s? Do you think this is right thing for her to do? I don’t want her to resent anything.” Alba scoffed amusedly as she gently patted you swollen stomach, “Have you seen the way she acts when she’s with her daughters? I mean there could be a Champions league final that she’s supposed to play but if one of those little girls asked her to stay at home, she wouldn’t be able to even spell football.” 

You looked back at the pitch as Alexia’s eyes roamed the stadium in search of something. You smiled curiously until you saw her eyes absolutely light up when she catches sight of her family. Isabella nearly falls of her chair as she blows Alexia a kiss for it to be reciprocated immediately. Emilia reached out her arms for her and you see the longing in your wife’s eyes as she subtly reached out too. 

Then her eyes fell onto you as she stared up at you with so much adoration. With a soft ‘Te amo’ and a kiss to her ring she disappeared down the tunnel for halftime. Alba stared at you with a cocky smile as you gently shouldered with a giggle. 

“Abuela! Look at my jersey!” Emilia shouted over the noise as she showed Eli her brand-new custom-made jersey that she had showed just about everyone with eyes. Eli cooed as she kissed both of her cheeks and offered to take both girls to get ice cream. 

Alexia was on cloud nine as she entered the dressing room. She was beyond excited to hang up her boots and throw herself into her family. “Ay amiga, No parezcas muy feliz.” Mapí threw her arm around her shoulder with a giggle as she pressed a kiss to her best friend’s cheek. Ingrid had retired a few weeks ago as they too had a little boy and girl. Mapí was going to stay for another month before she joins them. Irene had retired the season before and was sitting by her family. 

“No puedo evitarlo. Mi Familia…” Mapí just hugged her tighter as she nodded softly. “No puedo creer que nos abandones.” A voice from behind the two friends had Alexia grinning as she slightly shoved her ‘adopted’ daughters, “Como si vosotros dos no vinierais al menos tres veces a la semana.” Pina giggled while agreeing while Jana hugged her Captain. 

“Vamos a ganar este partido para la reina!” A victorious chant was let out as the girls made their way down the tunnel. “Vamos amiga!” Mapí grinned as she took her hand and led her down to the field. The second half flashed by with Alexia scoring her last ever goal and immediately dedicating it to her daughters and her wife. 

“Mama! We met Auntie Leah and Less. They came to see Mami’s game!” Emilia squealed as she waved at her English ‘aunts’. Emilia had gotten lost when she was just two years old when Alexia had turned her back for two seconds. It was at the Emirates, and it just so happened that Alexia wanted to bring her family on a holiday straight after. Luckily Leah had been roaming around to check the field one more time before tomorrow when she spotted the little girl. 

She recognised her straight away from Kiera and Lucy’s constant rambling at how cute their Captains’ daughters were. Leah told the two-year-old that she knew her mamí and could bring her to her which Emilia immediately agreed too. Alexia was losing her absolute mind as she had the whole team frantically searching for Emilia. Leah had finally found the Spanish Captain and they were fast friends after that. 

Alexia and Leah’s friendship was teasingly competitive yet very entertaining to everybody, but Alexia was eternally grateful to Leah for that day and Emilia had imprinted on her. You gave Leah a wave and she sent you a playful wink before focusing on the game at hand. 

The final whistle blew, and you were waiting for your wife to break down but the smile that nearly split her face was extremely welcome too. Alexia immediately ran to the barriers as you slowly made your way down, Alba had taken Emilia and Isabella ahead of you, so you didn’t trip and fall with their excitement. “Mi bébé’s!” Emilia reached her arm down but pouted and whines as she couldn’t reach her mamí. 

Alexia and Alba shared amused looks as the girl tried to reach again. Alba with the help of Irene had lifted Isabella over the barrier and into Alexia’s awaiting arms. “Hola Is! Did you enjoy the game!” Isabella hugged her tightly, “Sí, Mami your goal was incredible.” Alexia kissed her cheek before setting her down to catch her other daughter. Jana and Pina had already kidnapped Isabella as they chased her around. 

After Emilia was safely in Alexia’s arms did, she smile again. She gave her mamí a kiss as she snuggled into her neck, “Mama said you will have mucho time to play now!” Alexia giggled as she threw the blonde into the air, “You will be sick of me mi princesa!” Emilia looked horrified at the thought of being sick of her Mami and just decided to give her another kiss too. 

“Mateo?” Emilia asked with wide eyes as she stared up at Irene wanting to know where her best friend had gone. Alexia reassured Irene that it was fine as she reached up to bring the little boy down with a kiss to the cheek. Emilia squealed as they were reunited, and Alexia threw Irene a knowing glance as they watched them gallivant around with their hands joined. 

“Right, who’s lifting me down?” You joked as you made your appearance. The girls’ eyes widened as you shouldered Irene teasingly, “Hola amor.” Alexia stared up at you, hoping to convey how much she loved you with her eyes. “How do I get down again?” Alexia smiled at your urgency to see her as she nodded at Alba who helped you down to the tunnel.

Irene had managed to climb down as she wanted to keep an eye on the partners in crime. She hugged Alexia tightly as they shared a moment while watching their kids. “¿No te recuerdan a otras dos personas?” Irene smiled slightly bumping her hip into her Captains. Alexia chuckled as the inside joke that was circling ever since Mateo confessed his love for his best friend and Emilia had immeditaley accepted. Alexia smiled as she thought of you, and she swivelled her head keeping her eye on Isabella and Emilia. 

Alexia ran when she saw you, wanting nothing more than to finish her final lap with you by her side. The final piece of the puzzle as you had watched her very first match and had barely missed one since. She pulled you into her tightly as you kissed her neck softly, “I’m so proud of you.” Alexia teared up slightly as she kissed you lovingly wanting to sear this moment into her brain forever. 

Her hands were pressed to your stomach as she kissed you once again. “How’s my other princesa huh?” Alexia asked as she bowed her head to press a kiss to your stomach. “Still convinced it’s a girl?” Alexia and Alba, both threw you a knowing look, “Putellas’s only know how to make girls cariño.” The proof was in the pudding as both of your daughters came rushing over to get a family picture. Mateo took Emilia’s coat as she kissed his cheek in thanks before joining the pictures. Irene had to hold her son up as she nearly collapses at the sign of affection. 

Alexia picks her four-year-old up when she makes grabby hands and Isabella stands proudly in front of the three of you as you pose for a picture. Alexia’s arm is around your waist as her eyes stray to you not noticing the picture being taken as she takes in her little family. You get a few more with Alba and Eli and even one with Mateo at the insistence of the blonde. 

Alexia does get emotional as she does her lap of the field but because of how happy and content she is with her little family. “Are you sure you are okay with this?” You ask when you see her get teary eyed, but she just kisses you soundly, “Amor, I want to spend every second with my girls. I want to do this, I wished I had sooner.” She pressed her lips to your temple, “I don’t want to miss any more moments, I want it all, vale.” You wipe away a tear as she chuckled softly, holding you tightly as she pulled you closer again. 

You watch as her eyes light up as you follow her line of sight, Isabella is sending rockets at Cata while she out skills Mapí, even though they are going a bit easy on her. The smile on her freckled face is nearly a mirror image of her mother’s when she was her age and now it all made sense to why Alexia was so calm. You kiss her cheek affectionately as she places her large hand on your belly.

“Besides, my legacy will live on.”

[bless-my-demons]

Redamancy: Chapter Twelve

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: None

Notes: I’m thinking one more chapter and then we dive into New Moon? Lordy, prepare yourselves for the angst in the stuff I’ve prepped lol

Word Count: 1400

Series Masterlist

• March 19th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Jasper

Pulling into a parking spot in the Hospital’s adjoined parking garage, I let out the breath I’d been holding since dropping Y/n’s mom off at the airport and let my head fall back on the headrest. In the last week I’ve never been more scared, worried, keyed up than I have ever been in my immortal life.

Y/n and Isabella managed to slip past Alice and I at the hotel on some half-assed rescue mission… I promised Edward I’d protect Bella and I didn’t, now she has a broken leg and was almost on her way to turning into one of us. With as much experience as I have in war, keeping an eye on two teenage girls is a challenge? I nearly crush the keys to Carlisle’s car in my hand, the plastic groaning in protest.

I could’ve lost her.

The realization hurts and angers me all at the same time. Not only do I need to watch myself around humans, but I also have a singer, someone I’m falling hopelessly in love with and I feel so-so out of control. I can’t protect her at every twist and turn and it’s eating me alive. She’s human and frail, not meant for my world and yet she’s been sucked into it because of me.

I exit the car and find my way back to Y/n’s room before visitation hours end. My thoughts are a mess until I step in her room and her scent washes over me, scorching - but soothing. Soothing because she’s still here, she’s breathing and her monitor is still beeping.

I take up my post in the chair in the corner even though I know she’d prefer me at her side. From here I can still watch her while I get a grip on my raging emotions and the thirst licking flames down my throat.

She has less wires and tubes today, preparing for discharge in a day or two. After finally waking this morning, she managed to convince her mom she was fine enough to leave her here under Carlisle and I’s watchful eye with the promise to constantly keep her updated. I could feel her mother’s torn emotions - sadness with a twinge of anguish because she had to get back to work, but strangely enough - relief when she assessed me before making her decision to go home. Nevertheless, I reassured her that I would drive her daughter back carefully while using my ability to ease the anxiety that bubbled up.

Y/n’s breathing sped up slightly signaling that she was waking from her nap, so I sat up straight in my chair.

“Jaz?” Her quiet voice croaked out.

“Still here, darlin’. I just dropped your mom off at the airport.” Standing, I quietly roll her bedside table closer that has her cup of water.

“Jasper?” She asks again after a sip.

“Yes, sweetheart?” I respond, pulling my chair closer to the bed while keeping my eyes down.

“Look at me, please?” The soft plea almost tears my heart in two and my eyes snap to her bruised face. “Talk to me?”

“We can talk once you’re discharged-“

“No, this clearly needs to happen now.” So demanding, even lying in a hospital bed.

“You could’ve died-“

“But I didn’t-“

“Don’t even start with that.” My tone comes out a little harsher than I intended and I squeeze my eyes shut as I sit, pushing my hands through my hair as my elbows rest on my knees. “If Alice wasn’t watching, if I didn’t have a clue as to where you and Bella went…” My eyes scan the room for something to focus on, but I settle on her face, “If I was a fraction too slow getting to you, you could be dead - both of you.”

“I knew you’d come for me, Jasper.”

“You don’t get to make decisions like that when I’m supposed to be protecting you, Y/n. You don’t get it.” I stress, grabbing the hand not hooked up to an IV and cradling it in mine. “We’re in a hospital right now and you have broken bones. You were in a coma.” I want to yell my frustration suddenly.

“What don’t I get?” She asks.

“What?”

“You said I don’t get it, what don’t I get?”

“You… you’re everything to me.” I whisper as I run a finger gently down her bruised cheek, the swelling around her eye having gone down slightly.

Reader

I’m not entirely sure I heard him correctly. You’re everything to me. He said it like it was obvious, inevitable, easy.

“You-you can’t mean that.” I glance to my lap and pick at the coarse hospital blanket as my nerves get the better of me.

“Darlin’, I wouldn’t be here worried out of my mind if I didn’t.” His icy fingers tilt my chin up to meet his dark eyes. “You… you test me in every conceivable way and I can’t get enough.”

My throat closes up and I fumble for a response, “Jasper-”

“Don’t do that to me again, don’t run away from me like you can’t ask me for anything. Your safety is paramount and I don’t ever want to feel that helpless again.” His hand cradles the back of my head like it’s the finest piece of glass and my heart is ready to burst.

Just when I feel on the verge of a heart attack from his words, my nurse barges through my door.

“Is everything-“ but she stops short and smiles knowingly at Jasper perched on the edge of my bed, “Try to keep her heart rate down? You had me worried it was something much worse.”

I finally notice the quick beeping of my heart rate monitor and I swear, I could pass away right here from embarrassment. And if that weren’t enough, my nurse winks at Jasper as he replies “Yes ma’am.” with a sneaky grin to her on her way out.

I’m tempted to smack his arm for teasing me, but decide against it since it’s still tender from being sprained.

“You’re worse than my mom.” I grumble, trying to fold my arms while still attached to wires and an IV line.

“Oh sweetheart, don’t go comparing me to your mother.” Smiling to himself, he settles back into his chair as we wait for my evening round of medication.

He’ll be the death of me, my new mantra.

• March 20th, 2005 • Hospital - Phoenix, AZ •

Reader

Discharge papers are signed, I’m dressed in new clothes Alice left for me, and I’m currently being wheeled to the exit by a nurse who adamantly refused to just let me walk out of here on my own. Thankfully Jasper isn’t here to witness this and is instead pulling the car around to the door with an overhang, conveniently providing him cover from the rising desert sun.

The heat is a dry blast to the face once the automatic doors slide open as I’m wheeled to the curb and I’m thankful Alice picked a light sundress. The thoughtfulness in her supernatural ability is just another reason to love her.

My nurse helps me stand as Jasper parks in front of us and jogs to my side. I catch him doing a double take as I turn to thank my nurse and grab the last of my things from her. I feel his eyes roam over me as I climb in the car and sure enough, once I sit and turn to him, I can tell he has thoughts he’s hesitating with.

Gently shutting my door, he returns to the driver’s seat and steers the car through the crowded parking lot.

“You look nice, darlin’.” He says, glancing at me momentarily.

“For someone this banged up?” I’m still sporting a bruise under my eye and a wrap on my injured wrist. My ribs have been protesting all the movement I’ve done since getting out of bed this morning.

“Even banged up you’re still gorgeous.” His compliment is quiet, but the words are echoing in my head and ratcheting my heart rate up yet again.

And I swear I hear him mutter through his teeth as I watch his fingers tighten on the steering wheel, “This is going to be a long car ride.”

Next

[phyrestartr]

Simple Things [3] - Miguel O'hara x Male!Reader

# Mild NSFW, fluff, comfort, flirting, light angst, male!reader, dad!reader, spider!reader, implied depression, mentions of trauma, mentions of past relationships, mentions of manipulation, old men just doing their best, miguel is a sweetheart and a nerd, multi-part drabble collection

[ 1 ] Smoke Break | [ 2 ] We Change Like the Seasons | [ 3 ] Meet the Kids

Notes: Covid is still kicking my ass but I wanted to finish this part off so I can make the reader and Miguel fuck in the next part wahoo \o/

-- Meet The Kids --

A girl walked into the lab. Miguel thought maybe Gwen or another spider had come to ask something of him or to steal one of the cookies from his desk console (wouldn't be the first time), but the lazy scuff of shoes on polished floors sounded too clumsy to be one of his agents. She wasn't wearing a suit either, Miguel realized after sparing a glance over his shoulder; she did, however, sport a day pass on a small wrist. 

"And you are?" Miguel asked before turning back to his screens. He wasn't really in the mood for conversation while he tracked the next anomaly, but he couldn't say he wanted some random kid to be touching his stuff in his lab. 

"I dunno. Who're you?" Ugh. 

The clattering of something hitting the floor made Miguel's eye twitch. He took a breath. "I'm the guy running the show here." He closed screens with gruesome scenes of destruction, hiding them from the prying eyes of the innocent in the room with him. "And I'm the one who's about to call your guardian." 

She scoffed. "My guardian?" 

"Whichever spider dragged you into HQ and let you off your leash with a day pass." Miguel spied her out of the corner of his eye, but didn't have the decency to face her. "Lyla. Scan her." 

"You got it, buddy." 

"Woah, wait–!" The girl gasped as a warm orange light washed over her, flickering across her entirety before vanishing. "Dude." Despite the attitude, her voice trembled faintly. Miguel almost felt bad. But she touched his stuff. Not his fault. 

Lyla whistled and adjusted her sunnies as she leaned into a tiny screen of her own. "Oooh, you're gonna love this, Miguel–" 

"Miguel?" The girl repeated. "Like…the guy Dad talks about?" 

A clairvoyant feeling overwhelmed the spider, probably the same way spidey senses hit the normal spider-people around him. Somehow, he knew who she was, who her dad was before Lyla even said it. 

"Yep, that's (Name)'s kiddo," Lyla chirped. 

Miguel looked at the girl. He really looked at her this time, feeling some sort of stupid with how much she looked like you; her hair was fluffy and unkempt in the same shade yours was, the shape of her nose was like a smaller, cuter version of yours, too. Then there were her eyes. That same hazy hue of uncut gems, a colour of protective dullness that hid something brilliant and effervescent from the outside world. 

"(Name)'s kid," Miguel repeated. Your name felt comfortable on his tongue these days. "Kid, I–what're you doing here? Where's your dad, huh?" 

The girl, very clearly looking around the room to try and spot the elusive Lyla, shrugged. "I 'unno." 

Colour Miguel unimpressed. "Oh, you don't know. Good. Great." He tutted before running a hand through his hair. "Lyla, call the kid's dad–" 

"He's sleeping!" She blurted. "You can't just, like, wake him up; Dad never gets to sleep." Her arms crossed tightly over her chest as her cheeks puffed. "And my name's Isabella, y'know." 

Miguel's dark brow raised in question. "Isabella." Said with a Latin accent. Interesting. Miguel's chest felt tighter. "If your dad's asleep then he probably left you with someone." He looked at her expectantly. 

Isa shrugged again and scuffed her worn soles against the floor. "Mr.Parker didn't notice. He's watching Natalie and Nico and May 'n whatever. So. Yeah." 

Mr.Parker? Oh. "Hm. He babysit you a lot?" God, Miguel should stop asking questions, but curiosity and that damn attention deficit had him by the throat. He turned around and folded his arms over one another, too, before leaning back against the stage console to speak with Isabella properly. 

"Ugh, why are old people so–so freaking annoying? I'm not a baby, I don't need anyone to watch me." Ah. Of course. 

"Oh, wow, ah-huh, yeah. Sure. I'm sure your dad agrees." Her amateur glare wrought a smirk out of him. Would he have argued with Gabi like this? 

Miguel cleared his throat and turned back to the console, reaching for another cookie absent-mindedly. "Look, you can stay here until your father comes to get you, but you have to stop touching things. Got it?" But Isa only grumbled and scuffed her feet again. "Isabella." 

"Uuugh. Fiiine." The girl plopped down into an old rolling chair. Miguel tried not to twitch. He would not snap at a child for breaking his chair, he would not do that. Absolutely not. 

Not even one minute of silence passed before the kid rolled closer to the centre stage Miguel stood at. "Sooo you're, like, my dad's boss or something?" 

"Guess that's the easiest way to put it." Miguel peered at the girl from the corner of his eye. 

"Okay, but what's the hardest way to put it?" Isabella wiggled and sat backwards on the chair, hugging the backrest as she scooted around the lab. "Are yooou…friends?"

Miguel shrugged. "I'd say so." 

"Hmmmm. Are you more than friends?" 

His eye twitched again. "Do you interrogate every adult like this?" 

Isabella huffed. "Uh, he made you cookies. It's sooo not weird to ask if you're, like, a thing." 

"A thing." 

"Like boyfriends–" 

"Santa Muerte, I know what you mean, kid." 

"Okay." Silence fell for all of ten seconds. "I'm just saying–" 

Miguel groaned. "Can you stop talking for five minutes–" 

"--you'd be waaay cooler to have for a step dad than all the people Dad's been dating." 

"Yeah, well, I'm hard to beat." Oh, wow, did he just say that about himself? Christ. Miguel took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders with all his might. "That came out wrong. I–look, you need to just–he's dating?" Miguel cringed. It's not that he was interested in you like that, just…he was nosy, that's all. But he was incredibly aware of how that must have sounded to an equally nosy tween. 

Isabella perked up. "Uh, yeah. But everyone he dates ends up being suuuper crazy and weird. Like, it's reaaally bad." 

He shouldn't pry. He really shouldn't. "...Bad how?" Ay, Miguel. 

"Like, they're always super clingy or don't like kids or something. And, like, Nico and Nat had moms who had dads who super hated dad, so they gave him money to make him go away." Isabella nodded matter of factly. "That's what Dad said. He's super sure he's cursed or something. Granny was a bruja y'know." 

Miguel shouldn't be listening to this. He shouldn't be prying into your life through the conduit of a chatty kid. Asking you would be the better option, but this way was so much easier. It felt like he could finally get a grasp of what you'd been through, and maybe catch a glimpse of who you were behind the scenes. 

"Then what about your mom?" Miguel asked, crossing his arms and flicking his gaze back to the monitors. "That didn't happen with her?" 

An offended gasp burst from the young lady. "No! My mom was so not like that. She was Dad's girl!" 

"No kidding." Miguel hummed. He wasn't about to ask what happened to her. Spiderman never had an easy romance, never had an easy life. 

"Yeah! They fought in the war together, and her name's–" 

"Isabella." Your voice cut through the air like winter rain. Miguel almost got chills, and Isa squeaked before hopping off her chair and scrambling on the stage to hide behind Miguel. 

"Oh, look at that. Someone's in trouble," Miguel mumbled, mean smirk quirking the corner of his mouth. 

Isa glared up at Miguel. "Jerk."

"Isabella, quit bothering the boss," You groaned tiredly. Miguel's ears perked as the coo of a little one fluttered through the air. He turned and found you holding the littlest baby in one arm, and a toddler in the other, both incredibly K.Oed.

"M'not bothering him!" She protested. "I'm just hanging out!" 

"Cut the crap, you're probably complaining about school or about my love life or how I wouldn't get you a new phone or some shit." Miguel had to fight back a laugh. He'd never heard you so exasperated nor animated before. "And why the hell did you run off, huh? You had Pete freaking the fuck out." 

"I got bored! I just wanted to go look around!" Isabella pleaded with a puppy-level whine.

"Isa, this place, it's–it's not meant for people without powers. You could get hurt, alright?" You adjusted your grip on the two little ones in your arms. "And the lab is a whole 'nother story, Christ–" 

"It's fine, (Name)," Miguel cut in, turning to you. "She was fine." 

But the worry lines creasing your forehead didn't smooth quite as much as he wanted. "'Ppreciate it, Boss. But, I…" you trailed off, sighing softly. "Yeah. Just. Thanks. I'll, ah, get her out of your hair. Bet you've got work to do." 

Mija, let's go is what Miguel swore he heard come out of your mouth before Isa pouted and ran after you.

Mija. That word brought a world of hurt and comfort to his chest–the coincidence of Spanish on your tongue felt too…perfect, like you'd learned it just to shove it in his face. But Miguel knew better. 

Isabella. 

Mija. 

Your girl, Isa's mother, must have taught you. He liked that, for some reason. The idea of learning something new for a partner. What would you teach him if you were– 

Woah, woah, stop, Miguel. Stop. His ears turned hot. He worried at his bottom lip with fidgety hands before shaking his head free from such dangerous thoughts. 

Focus, he chanted to himself, you've got work to do. 

--

You decided you were sick that day. No, you weren’t really, but the headache chipping away at your skull suggested that, hey, maybe staying home for a day wouldn’t be a bad thing. You could use a break from dragging yourself around New York, searching for the next big scoop, the next tragedy to document and earn a living off of, too. 

So, there you were, in bed, with the tv in the front room playing some sort of movie that you’d heard a thousand times but never learned the name of, while your littlest, newest addition to the family starfished in a laze, his tiny tummy pressed to your broad chest. Your fingers lazily rubbed circles against his little back as he snoozed and drooled on your shirt. Somehow, the giggling and chattering of his sisters didn’t wake him up. Maybe the drumming of your heart, or the safety of a warmth he hadn’t known until now, drowned all of it out. 

He didn’t even stir when his sisters screeched.

You closed your eyes for a moment and took a deep breath. God, please just let it be a spider, please just let it be a spider. You sat up, holding your baby to your chest as you plucked a gun from the side table. You carefully set Nico down into the warmth of where you were laying before stalking to the door and whipping it open, gun poised and ready for–oh. A big spider.

“What the fuck, Miguel,” you hissed, beyond exasperated as you lowered the gun. “Why the–what–I could’ve shot you.” 

Miguel looked beyond bewildered, though some would say entirely bamboozled. He had his hands up like the police had them in his sights, his face was a combination of embarrassed, shocked and annoyed, and his claws had popped out in his flustered panic. His spiderman suit was still on, but he had that white hoodie thrown on top like it’d hide the fact he was spiderman. Hopefully it did. 

“I–” Miguel started.

“Ah-ah.” You cut him off like a dog misbehaving. “Girls?” Their heads popped up from behind the couch and you sighed in relief. “It’s alright, he’s a friend. From work.”

One of your daughters gasped. “It’s the weirdo that’s suuuper into dad!” Isabella cried, jumping out from behind the couch and pointing an accusatory finger at a very unamused-looking Miguel. 

“For the last time, I’m not–”

“You so are!”

“No, I’m not.”

“You are!”

“Yeah!” Natalie joined in, hopping up and down by her sister excitedly and pointing at the man they deemed guilty. “You are, you are!”

Miguel, probably halfway to an early grave, looked to you for help. But you flashed him a tight-lipped smile that said more than words could offer: perish. 

You let the girls hound him while you turned on your heel, heading back into the bedroom to sooth your stirring little boy. The gun found itself back in the drawer, safety on, magazine removed, before you scooped the tiny being into your arms and smooshed up against your chest. Your son quieted and clung to you. You left a kiss on the top of his head to welcome him.

"So," you started as you came back to the scene of the crime, "the hell're you here for, Boss?" You asked, completely unfazed by how the girls had corralled him onto the couch and had his hands in their own, their curious fingers pushing on his tendons and making his claws pop in and out. Honestly, you were pretty tempted to do the same. 

Miguel pursed his lips and ignored the gremlins on him as he looked at you again, something distant softening his features. 

"I, uh. I heard you were sick," he confessed with a small shrug. "Just thought…y’know." 

You hummed as you rubbed your son's back. "Huh. How'd you find that out?" 

"Peter mentioned it." 

"Pete doesn't know I'm sick." 

"Must've been Jess, then." 

"Jessie doesn't know either." 

Miguel was caught. His ears grew red before his cheeks did, and you smirked. Cute. Way too cute. 

"Lyla told me," Miguel grumbled, finally. 

"Ah. There it is. Not so hard to tell the truth now is it, Miggs?" You said with a Cheshire smile and a wink. "Good to know you've got your confidant spying on me." 

Miguel freed himself from the children and stood up quickly. "It's not--I'm not spying on you, I–you–" Miguel pursed his lips. "I don't need to explain myself." 

That made you laugh. "Relax, tough guy. I don't mind ya swinging by. Or, hm, guess I don't mind ya portal-ing in." Miguel didn't seem to think you were that funny, but thankfully Nico, in his haze of dreams, giggled at the right moment. "Nicky thinks I'm funny. You should take notes."

It didn't take much convincing to get Miguel to stay for dinner. You made him take a shower, though, and leant him some clothes to lounge in while you cooked everything from scratch. From scratch. Miguel couldn't remember the last time he had a home cooked meal. 

"Yeah? That's sad as shit," you remarked nonchalantly as you diced vegetables. "Tell ya what, you make it a habit of coming around, and I'll make sure I make extra for you, yeah? It's important to have that home cooked goodness for your soul 'n what not." 

Miguel felt his chest fill with something fluffy and warm. "Good point." But it wasn't, really. "Guess I'll have to make it a habit." He leaned back against the counter as he watched you prep everything. "Wouldn't want you putting in all that extra effort for nothing."

You twitched a bit of a smile and nodded. "My thoughts exactly." 

You spared a glance at Miguel. He looked calm, at ease, like the threat of the dimensions collapsing wasn't at the forefront of his mind for once. You thought, maybe, this might be the first time in a long time that he had his mind off work. Maybe he was doing that whole human thing and enjoying the present for a change. Jumping to conclusions wasn't really your style, though. 

Crimson eyes flickered, then, gazing towards the crib settled in your bedroom. He must've heard your little man stir. He must've wanted to do something about it, if his sudden shiftiness told you anything. 

"You mind checking on him?" You asked softly, knowing that, maybe, this was a big ask for a man who only had a phantom to tuck in at night. "He's fussy. Likes to be held." 

"You're sure?" The other man asked, brows furrowed in concern. 

"You kidding? If there's any guy I'd trust with my kid, it's you." You fiddled with the wrapper of the packaged chicken meat before ultimately stabbing it with a knife. "Go on. Before he starts crying." 

And Miguel wandered off to the little one. His voice had that sound to it when he spotted him, that kind of gentleness a man unlocked when he felt what it meant to be a father, a protector of a smaller soul. You listened hard for Miguel's smile, and felt your heart throb when you heard, "Hey, mijo. ¿Estas bien?" leave his lips. Your little boy cooed, and Miguel made a noise that sounded so frightfully domestic and dad-like, you thought you might perish on the spot, or fall in love in a second. 

Get it together, get it together. A deep breath steadied your blitzing nerves when Miguel came back to the kitchen, Nico in his arms, smooshed up against his chest. You stole a glance, smiling to yourself when you caught Miguel mooning over the lazy bundle of joy. 

You worked fast, feeling a weird, undeniable desire to talk after you had your army of children fed and sent to bed. Miguel didn’t leave your side, nor did he deign to put Nico down, not through soup and sandwiches, not through 20 questions hosted by Isabella and Natalie, and not through the moments alone where you herded the young ladies off to wash up before getting them to bed for the night. 

“Y’know, you’re gonna spoil that kid,” you said with a smile when you came back to find Miguel on the couch with your son. You sat down by him with a dad-like sigh and peered at the little one snoozing away. “He’s gonna demand you hold him every time you come around.”

Miguel huffed a laugh. “You make it sound like it’s a bad thing.”

“Hey, with arms ‘n pecs like that?” You pat one of Miguel’s impressive biceps to prove a point. “I get where he’s coming from. Lots of free real estate with good foundations.”

“Oh? You want me to hold you too?” Miguel offered, some sort of impish lilt lifting his voice as he looked over at you.

You fought back the urge to swallow. “Sure. If you’re offering.” But Miguel looked a little caught again, a little unsure of how much to tease and how hard to press, so you let him off the hook with a laugh. 

“Man, you really remind me of her.” You rested your head against the couch, maybe a little bit on Miguel’s shoulder, as you watched your boy sleep. “Liliana,” you amended, “Isabella’s mom.” 

Scarlet eyes flickered to you. Seems you caught his attention. “Liliana,” Miguel tested the name on his tongue slowly, thoughtfully. “Isabella’s mom.” And after another pause, he asked, “I guess she’s gone?”

“Gone. Yeah.” You blinked slowly, and let the words rotting in your lungs breach the surface: “I killed her.” Ah, maybe you said that with too much nonchalance, you worried, but Miguel’s low hum seemed to suggest otherwise. 

It felt good. You couldn't stop yourself from talking. “It was an accident, I guess. She was a scientist. Geneticist, I think. Made me into, well, whatever I am now.” You flexed your hand and looked it over, like the blueprints of your design were still hidden under tired skin. “‘Cause, y’know, I was a soldier, she said I was gonna be the next Captain America, but… that doesn’t matter. Anyway, side effects were bad, really bad. I freaked out, then--then, y'know.” You took a breath. “Killed my little girl’s mom.”

You chewed the inside of your cheek as you stared at nothing, sucked back into a daze and a trance you’d long forgotten about. But you remembered the blood, the screaming, the way you and those webs ignited and how the white lab coats all howled and screamed and popped. The scent of roasted flesh should have disgusted you, it should have knocked some sense into you and dragged you out of whatever episode you were having, but instead–

Your stomach growled, and you cleared your throat. 

“Yeah. That was a bad day.” 

“I get it,” Miguel said, and sounded like he meant it. “Guess something like that happened to me.” 

You peered up at him, glimpsing his conflicted, troubled look. 

“Yeah?” Thought Spiderman had a boring, normal story. Because, in totality, you were something more demented than just Spiderman, so your story was more fucked up than the rest. Maybe you were wrong.

“Yeah. I was–my research killed someone when I was trying to make them into, well, Spiderman.” Miguel sighed and shook his head, admonishing himself from the past. “I didn’t want to. I got pressured into it. Drugged when I wanted to quit. It was a mess.

“Tried to rewrite my DNA, and then a colleague shocked that up for me, and I ended up with the claws, the fangs, the–the everything. Slashed his throat by accident, got some other people killed when they tried to help me, killed some baddies when I didn’t mean to.” 

Miguel’s gaze turned to you. “So don’t think you’re alone.” 

“Huh,” you said astutely. “Guess you really meant it when you called us ‘miserable bastards.’”

“Takes one to know one, I guess.” Miguel’s shoulder shifted slightly, easing down so your head could rest more comfortably against him. Your chest swirled with errant embers, but you tried not to think too hard about it. 

“You said I reminded you of her. Of Liliana?” Miguel asked, quiet and tentative. 

You hummed. “Yeah. The good parts.” You smiled (when had that gotten so easy?) and reached over to brush some dark hair from Nico’s tiny forehead. “She was smokin’ hot.” 

“...Huh.”

“Way too smart for her own good,” you continued. “It's always the smart ones that get me, y'know? Anyway, she was sly 'n funny in a mean way, but hey, I like that shit. Maybe I'm a masochist." 

"So," Miguel started, shifting slightly to face you more, "let me get this straight. You think I'm 'smoking hot,' 'too smart for my own good,' and 'funny in a mean way'?" The grin on his face was too much for you to handle. Why did you feel so hot suddenly? Why was he so close suddenly?

"I think that sums it up." 

"Huh. Anyone ever tell you you're an asshole?" 

"Ouch. Okay, what if I throw in 'she was born to be a bangin' mom','' you offered, feeling a long-forgotten rush of excitement as you sat up and leaned in close, so close, your hand coming up to cup the side of his strong neck as you kept talking, "and that she made me feel somethin' for the first time in a long time?" 

You could feel Miguel's breath hitch in his throat as he measured the gap between you two, his eyes flicking down to your lips and back to your eyes in debate. You wanted to close it. With every inch of your being you wanted to take the plunge and crash your lips against his. 

But, with every fibre of your soul, you didn't want to fuck this up. You didn't have words for what this even was, but you cherished it. Sauntering down this line of friendship, of companionship, was better than taking the dive back into that world of icy yearning and wilting roses–this type of love, the platonic sort shared between brothers and men, was meaningful in and of itself. It was good enough.

Wasn't it?

You looked over his face, in disbelief with yourself. "Who am I kidding?" You whispered, letting your hand fall from his neck like a glacier shearing away from its home. 

A small, tired laugh crawled from your chest, and you rubbed your face. "I, uh, think I oughta call it a night. I'm gonna–I gotta tuck Nicky into his crib." And carefully, gently, you scooped up your monkey and whispered quiet thanks into his hair–your little man was the perfect scapegoat. 

What're you thinking? Careful hands pulled up the banana-patterned blanket over Nico's tiny form after you'd set him down in the cozy crib that he loathed so much. You thought it was nice and comfy. Hell, if you could fit, you'd probably snooze in there all day. 

"Good work today, Nicky. I think you made the big guy relax a little, y'know?" Your son cooed sweetly in his sleep, and your spirit lifted just slightly. It almost gave you the strength to go face Miguel after coming onto him so hard. 

Finding the last bit of courage yourself, you gave your boy one last kiss on the noggin and quietly snuck out, closing the door with utmost caution behind you, only to be pressed up against it a moment later, and smothered with a kiss. 

A bolt of lightning kicked your pulse into triple time as you kissed Miguel back. His hands caught you by your hips, and your arms hooked around his shoulders and pulled him in closer. The simple thing was exhilarating. He was exhilarating. The embodiment of strength and resilience, of power and intelligence, was crushing you up against a door and taking the air from your lungs with such ease. 

"Fuck," you gasped when you parted with a wet noise that sounded far too Hollywood. "You're not half bad." 

"You've got a talent for ruining the mood." Miguel scoffed and tilted your chin up. His half-lidded eyes drank you in as soft breaths left his parted lips. You wanted nothing more than to be eaten whole by him (was that weird?). 

"I got a few other talents, too," you purred, voice swirling with velvety dark chocolate. "But that might be too much for an old man like–" 

Your squawked indignantly when he scooped you up and hoisted you over his shoulder like you were nothing but a petulant child. Your hands scrabbled against his back, and a shocked bout of laughter bubbled up from your core as he slapped you on the ass hard. Was this real? Were you seriously getting manhandled and spanked by Miguel O'hara? 

Miguel almost threw you onto the couch, but you guessed the children snoozing in the next room over hampered that decision. 

"If there's one thing I'm never too old for," Miguel murmured lightly, almost condescendingly as he set you down on the couch and got on top of you, "it's sex." 

Your eager hands flitted across his taut muscles, too excited and undecided as to where to land first. "Thought you were too old to sleep around?" 

"I don't sleep around," Miguel corrected, letting you fill in the blanks. 

That helped you relax a little. "Yeah?" 

He looked so conflicted, a little embarrassed, too. But that was becoming more and more common these days, thanks to you. "Yeah." 

You nodded and reached a hand up to his cheek, and he leaned in graciously as a needy cat might. "Okay. Then I don't either." 

Miguel hummed, and turned to mark your palm with a little kiss. "Alright." 

"And maybe…we don't fuck tonight." His sleepy gaze found you again with one dark brow raised, surprised. "I'm, uh, I think I'm down pretty bad for you, Boss. I don't wanna fuck this up." 

And, truth be told, you wanted to give him some respite. Maybe you wanted to give some to yourself, too; Liliana and Dahlia danced through your mind so much these days, no thanks to the burgeoning fondness growing for Miguel. He reminded you of both of them, of Winter and Summer, of snow and flowers. But it wasn't fair, not to you or him, to compare him to the epitome of cold and the apex of warmth. You needed time, too. Time to learn how to compare him to no one.

Miguel smiled, small and sincere. You admired the fine lines crinkling the corners of his eyes. He looked so handsome when he smiled. You wanted him to do it more. Were you enough to make him smile more?

"Yeah. I don't want you to shock this up either," he said, and your brows raised, incredulous. 

"This is what I get for trying to be mature ‘n romantic, huh?” Your fingers drummed against the arms caging you in. You thought about chancing a finger-taser to his ribs, but with those damn claws of his, you were a little too worried about your couch cushions getting demolished.

His handsome smile turned into a punchable smirk. “What? I’m agreeing with you.” 

“Ah-huh, ah-huh, that’s all, hey?” You leaned up and kissed Miguel again, slower and tamer this time, but still burning with want. Ugh. Why did you have to try to be all mature and romantic? “You’re just being a good boy?”

Miguel’s hips twitched at that, and it was your turn to smirk. Oh, how the tables turn. 

“Lay down,” you ordered, sitting up to get out from under him. “Come on.”

“I–what?” He grumbled, looking a little befuddled and frustrated. Cute, cute cute. “Thought we agreed on–”

“Heavy petting’s not off the table, right?” You cut him off. Miguel perked a little bit at the suggestion and did as he was ordered, his hands finding your hips again as you took your turn straddling him. “Luckily for you, I’m an expert at the clothes-on experience.” You winked and Miguel sucked in a breath. 

“Show me.” He ordered, voice deep and gravelly.

And you did.

[leclerc-s]

(daphne's version)

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february 11, 2021

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daphnejones i’m thrilled to tell you that my new version of fearless (daphne’s version) is done and will be with you soon. it has 26 songs including 6 never before released songs from the vault. love story (daphne’s version) will be out tonight.

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danielricciardo LET'S FUCKING GO!!!

georgerussell63 to quote the great kevin maggnussen, “suck my balls mate!”

↳ isabellaperez don’t be shy, tag him. scooterbraun how do you feel knowing daphne's releasing her versions and you'll stop earning money for her hard work?

alex_albon mr.perfectly fine, your time has come

↳ isabellaperez tag him...joejonas you're up first.

sebastianvettel glad you’re finally taking back your music daphne.

lewishamilton sebastian and i can be normal in our congratulations, unlike some people. so, congrats on taking this step daph!

freyavettel YOU BELONG WITH ME (TAYLOR'S VERSION) IS FINALLY GOING TO BE HERE!!! AHHHHH

mickschumacher i apologize for them. they're all drunk.

↳ charles_leclerc you are too micky

rickybobby3🔒 SUPER FUCKING PROUD OF YOU. I LOVE YOU!

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↳ user53 is this the boyfriend? his account is private

↳ user45 did you think he'd expose their relationship? they want privacy, let them have it.

↳ user53 maybe he shouldn't comment on a public instagram post?

↳ nataliaruiz maybe people should stop being so nosy and focus on daphne re-releasing her music? that’s the real accomplishment here.

june 18, 2021

liked by danielricciardo, maejones, charles_leclerc

daphnejones the next album that i’ll be releasing is my version of red, which will be out on november 19. this will be the first time you hear all 30 songs that were meant to go on red. and hey, one of them is even ten minutes long🧣

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danielricciardo FULLY PREPARED TO CRY MY FUCKING HEART OUT!!!!

isabellaperez COUNT YOUR FUCKING DAYS JAKEGYLLENHAAL

↳ arthurleclerc you gotta stop tagging them isa

↳ isabellaperez no.

maejones AND MAYBE WE GOT LOST IN TRANSLATION

↳ danielricciardo MAYBE I ASKED FOR TOO MUCH

↳ charles_leclerc BUT MAYBE THIS THINGS WAS A MASTERPIECE 'TIL YOU TORE IT ALL UP

↳ maxverstappen33 RUNNING SCARED, I WAS THERE

↳ pierregasly I REMEMBER IT ALL TOO WELL

↳ nataliaruiz AND YOU CALL ME UP AGAIN JUST TO BREAK ME LIKE A PROMISE

↳ rowantodd SO CASUALLY CRUEL IN THE NAME OF BEING HONEST

↳ carlossainz55 I'M A CRUMPLED UP PIECE OF PAPER LYING HERE

↳ penelopetrevino 'CAUSE I REMEMBER IT ALL, ALL, ALL TOO WELL

isabellaperez jakegyllenhaal, this one’s for you. but also the kennedy kid, we haven’t forgotten about him. he was a saint compared to you.

↳ georgerussell63 how can someone fuck up so bad that he gets a 10 minute song written about him?

↳ isabellaperez i don't know lets ask him 🎤 jakegyllenhaal what did you do?

user71 isabella is so unhinged, i bet that she’s drunk

↳ penelopetrevino she is. most of us are, but it feels like one of those nights we won’t be sleeping

user26 i can only imagine the pr mess this is going to create

rickybobby3🔒 so fucking proud of you sweetheart! can’t wait to drive around and scream this album with you. (i’ll be screaming and you’ll be singing)

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↳ user04 the mystery of ricky bobby continues. who is this man? is he daph’s boyfriend?

↳ user93 honestly, if he is love that for daph. he's seems like he's supportive of her and her career and if it's the same person, the they've been together since at least 2016, when daph let it slip that she was dating someone.

may 5, 2023

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daphnejonesricciardo it fills me with such pride and joy to announce that my version of speak now will be out july 7 (just in time for july 9th, iykyk 😆) i first made speak now, completely self-written, between the ages of 18 and 20. the songs that came from this time in my life were marked by their brutal honesty, unfiltered diaristic confessions and wild wistfulness. i love this album because it tells a tale of growing up, flailing, flying and crashing… and living to speak about it. with six extra songs I’ve sprung loose from the vault, i absolutely cannot wait to celebrate speak now (daphne’s version) with you on july 7th.

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danieljonesricciardo I FUCKING LOVE YOU!

↳ danieljonesricciardo I'M SO PROUD OF YOU! AHH!!!!

↳ danieljonesricciardo THAT'S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!!!

danieljonesricciardo YOU ARE AN EXPERT AT SORRY

↳ baileywinters AND KEEPING LINES BLURRY

↳ nataliaruiz NEVER IMPRESSED BY ME ACING YOUR TESTS

↳ charles_leclerc ALL THE GIRLS THAT YOU'VE RUN DRY HAVE TIRED LIFELESS EYES

↳ landonorris 'CAUSE YOU BURNED THEM OUT

↳ freyavettel BUT I TOOK YOUR MATCHES BEFORE FIRE COULD CATCH ME

↳ pierregasly SO DON'T LOOK NOW

↳ yukitsunoda I'M SHINING LIKE FIREWORKS OVER YOUR SAD EMPTY TOOOWWWWNNN

↳ isabellaperez does this seem like cheap writting johnmayer??? (message approved by max verstappen)

user29 mother said we had to be nice but her own friends are calling j*hn out? does that mean we're allowed too?

↳ daphnejonesricciardo nothing i said would've gotten them to stop. i think the same can be said for my fans.

↳ user29 digging my grave rn

georgerussell63 count your days j*hn

lewishamilton do any of you have any idea about what kind of pr mess you're about to create?

↳ isabellaperez what is fia going to do to me? give me a grid penalty?

↳ oscarpiastri i'm adding your name to my long list of traitors lewis

↳ maxverstappen1 you know damn well the original group chat name was daphne jones defense squad

↳ user13 that's iconic

alex_albon SHE WAS NINETEEN WHEN SHE DANCED WITH THE DEVIL! I'M COMING FOR YOU JOHN!!

↳ lilymhe do you ever think about the consequences off your actions alexander?

↳ alex_albon when it comes to defending daphne, no.

mickschumacher i feel like it's my job to inform everyone that they are all extremely drunk except for daph, lily, and lewis. i am bordering on drunk and sober.

↳ user19 love that they all always end up drunk when one of the girls announces a new album

↳ logansargeant it's called celebrating achievements

↳ zoyatorres no, it's called using any small excuse to drink

user30 everytime she releases an album these guys come for her exes throats, and i just know she scolds them but they just don't give a fuck

↳ baileywinters she does but we must protect mother.

↳ isabellaperez father also agrees with bullying. one parent's consent is enough for us.

user89 daniel lurking and being the supportive husband we know he is

user12 dan's so in love with her he might stop breathing

↳ danieljonesricciardo OF COURSE I AM! HAVE YOU SEEN HER! I FUCKING LOVE HER! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE PEOPLE!

august 9, 2023

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daphnejonesricciardo surprise!! 1989 (daphne’s version) is on its way to you 🔜! the 1989 album changed my life in countless ways, and it fills me with such excitement to announce that my version of it will be out october 27th. to be perfectly honest, this is my most FAVORITE re-record i've ever done because the 5 from the vault tracks are so insane. i can’t believe they were ever left behind. but not for long!

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danieljonesricciardo I’VE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE! THAT’S MY FUCKING WIFE!!!! I LOVE YOU!!!!

↳ daphnejonesricciardo love you too, you kangaroo

↳ danieljonesricciardo I AM A HONEY BADGER!!!

baileywinters GIVE IT UP FOR DAPHNE JONES DOING THE UNTHINKABLE AND BREAKING RECORDS LEFT AND RIGHT!!!

maxverstappen1 probably our favorite re-record you’ve done because it was after this one you and mae came into our lives.

↳ user87 stop that’s literally the sweetest thing max could ever say

↳ user91 max is such a sweet brother-in-law (they’re not married yet people!!) my brother-in-law usually tells me i’m an annoying fatass

↳ maxverstappen1 throw him away

carlossainz55 THIS ONE IS INSANE!

penelopetrevino DIDN’T THEY TELL US “DON’T RUSH INTO THING?”

↳ maejones DIDN’T YOU FLASH YOUR GREEN EYES AT ME?

↳ isabellaperez DIDN’T YOU CALM MY FEARS WITH A CHESHIRE CAT SMILE?

↳ zoyatorres OOH, DIDN’T IT ALL SEEM NEW AND EXCITING?

↳ dulceperez I FELT YOUR ARMS TWISTIN’ AROUND ME

↳ freyavettel IT’S ALL FUN AND GAMES ‘TIL SOMEBODY LOSES THEIR MIND

↳ nataliaruiz BUT DARLING

↳ charles_leclerc WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ arthur_leclerc AND WE PRETENDED IT COULD LAST FOREVER (EH, EH)

↳ oscarpiastri WE FOUND WONDERLAND, YOU AND I GOT LOST IN IT

↳ danieljonesricciardo AND LIFE WAS NEVER WORSE BUT NEVER BETTER (EH, EH)

logansargeant the vault tracks on this are 🔛🔝

user56 THERE IS NOT A DOUBT IN MY MIND THAT THE PADDOCK FAMILY ARE THE FIRST ONES TO HERE EVERY NEW ALBUM AND SONG

↳ aussiegrit they are. oscar’s been singing a vault track for over 2 months.

↳ fernandoalo_oficial you were present for the listening party because daniel insisted you be there. jensen and seb were there too.

↳ user82 there was a dilf reunion and we missed it? where was kimi?

↳ landonorris he “couldn’t” make it.

↳ nicorosberg i guess my invite got lost in the mail or something

↳ isabellaperez no, we just haven’t forgotten brocedes and the silver war.

↳ dulceperez we picked uncle lewis over you

lewishamilton this one is amazing daphne

↳ daphnejricciardo thanks lewis!

user03 everyday i think this friend group can’t get more unhinged and they prove me wrong time and time again.

↳ landonorris we live to disappoint expectations of us

¡leclerc-s speaks! in honor of 1989 (taylor's version) i give you this. i genuinely don't what this is but i knew i wanted to do something for oct 27th and this is the result of that. have y'all heard 1989 (taylor's version) and if so what's your favorite vault track, personally is it over now? has been on repeat all day.

¡disclaimer! this is in no way making assumptions about the people involved in this story, this is all fake. it is a fanfiction please don't take any of what is said seriously. this is all for entertainment purposes and as a creative outlet for me. enjoy!

[svushots]

Title: Double Trouble

Pairing: Emily Prentiss x fem!reader

Warnings: None

Word count: 497 words

Summary: Emily and reader spend a quiet Saturday with their twin daughters.

Disclaimer: i’m still new to writing and English is my second language so sorry for any mistakes.

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Emily and y/n, were enjoying a rare day off from work, spending quality time together at home. As you watched your twin girls playing in the living room, you couldn't help but feel a surge of love and adoration for your little ones.

The sound of laughter filled the air as the girls giggled and chased each other around the room. Emily was sitting on the couch, leaning against you with Sergio sleeping on her lap as you both enjoyed the chaotic scene. One of the girls, Isabella ran up to Emily, clutching a stuffed toy elephant in her tiny hands.

"Mama, look!" The little girl exclaimed with two missing front teeth, holding up the toy for Emily to see. Emily smiled warmly, gently taking the toy from her daughter's grasp.

"That's a silly looking elephant, sweetheart," Emily replied, ruffling the girl's hair affectionately.

The other twin, Sophia seeing her sister getting attention from Emily, hurried over with her own stuffed toy, wanting to be a part of the fun. You chuckled softly, wrapping an arm around Emily's shoulder and giving her a gentle squeeze.

"Our girls are so precious," you said, your eyes filling with pride. "I never thought I could love someone so much."

"I know what you mean," Emily agreed, her voice filled with affection. "They're the best thing that has ever happened to us."

As you watched your daughters play, Emily's mind drifted back to the earlier conversation you had just finished. You hadn't been feeling well for the past couple of days, and a thought occurred that maybe the third round of IVF has worked, but it was too early to tell, it seemed that despite whatever discomfort you were in, your desire for intimacy hadn't diminished, in fact it has increased.

"We've been at it like rabbits," Emily whispered playfully, a mischievous glint in her eyes. "How are you still horny?"

Your cheeks flushed, a mix of embarrassment and amusement crossing your face. "I don't know," you admit with a sheepish grin. "Maybe it's just you. You're irresistible, Prentiss."

Emily chuckled softly, leaning in to press a tender kiss against your lips. "You always know how to make me feel special," she murmured, her voice filled with affection.

You both continued to watch your children play, embracing the joy and chaos that came with parenthood. You knew that the journey was not always easy, but whenever you looked at your beautiful family, you knew it was all worth it.

"It was so worth the injury though," Emily whispered, her voice filled with love and contentment as she looked at her scraped knee.

You nodded, resting your head against Emily's and intertwining your fingers. "Absolutely," you replied, your voice filled with the same devotion. "I wouldn't trade this for anything in the world."

And as you sat there together, enjoying the love and laughter that filled your home, both of you knew that your bond, as partners and as parents, was unbreakable.

[avenging-fandoms]

"when can i see you again?"

no because you wouldn't even say anything to your friends. you'd be so embarrassed learning about rafe having a girlfriend, but rafe is now craving you even more than ever before.

you'd ignore rafe's text for days, but he kept insisting you reply to him.

"c'mon princess, i know you're reading these, just respond and we won't have a problem"

you'd roll your eyes seeing the text, before placing your phone face down so you could focus on studying.

then you heard your phone ring.

it was rafe.

you'd contemplate about answering or not, but you bit the bullet and swiped to answer.

"what do you want rafe? how the fuck did you get my number?" you'd grumble into the phone, hearing a chuckle in response.

"i know people, sweetheart, never mind that. when can i see you again? i had fun with you last friday" he'd reply, chuckling again.

"i had fun too until i found out about your little girlfriend"

"oh, her. she doesn't have to know?"

"fuck you, rafe" you'd say before hanging up.

you were going to regret that.

part one part two <- (you are here) part three part four

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Unknown: When can I see you again?

You stared at the grey message, watching the bar blink as your thumbs hovered over the keyboard. You glanced at Ava from the corner of her eye, her eyes not even near you while Isabella was passed out in the back.

You started to type a reply, but swiped out of the app and locked it. "Sperm donor?" Ava asks and you laugh, knowing he hasn't texted you in weeks. You nod, leaning your head off the glass and thinking about Rafe's hand around your throat.

-

Rafe: Come on Princess. Just one night.

This has been going on for 3 days. Rafe trying to get you to be his mistress, his other woman. Whatever Lana sang about, you didn't want to be.

Rafe: If you respond, I'll stop texting you for now. I know you're reading them.

You scoff and put your phone down on the screen, going back to some human body bullshit you had to remember for a test. Your phone started to buzz and you look at it, silently praying it was your father, which you never hoped for.

Worse- Rafe fucking Cameron.

You huff and swipe angrily, holding it to your ear. "What, Rafe? What? How the fuck did you even get my number?"

"You forget that I know a lot of people. That's not why I called, when can I see you again?" He inhaled, letting a soft hum out as he exhaled. "I had fun with you Friday"

You dropped your pencil on your notebook, putting an arm over your chest as you leaned back in your chair. "Yeah, I had fun too. Until Topper was man enough to tell me you had a girlfriend"

"Girlfriend.. I wouldn't call her that. We're just.. together" You laugh, covering your eyes in disbelief. "She doesn't have to know. I saw the way your body responded to me, you wanted more"

"Fuck you, Rafe" you spat, hanging up and slamming your phone down. You cover your mouth, pinky shaking as you watch your phone screen light up.

It wasn't Rafe.

You thought about what he said, about your body, remembering him touching you. The way his breath felt on your neck, his hand around your throat. You bit your lip, grabbing your phone and staring at your reflection in the black screen.

You put it down. He has a girlfriend, Yn.

Yn: your place or mine?

[darlinboypresley]

until i found her

pairing: Austin/Elvis x f reader

summary: you and Elvis meet at a diner but that is only the beginning of ur epic love story

co writer: the amazing @asshlyyyy

side note: this is the new version of tredici with some light modifications but we love it just as much if not even more!

warnings: none just some light swearing

You were part of the richest family known trough the whole south. But here you were sitting at your local diner in Memphis Tennessee. With two of your friends, you personally didn’t care about your money or your status. Even though you got brought up the same way your friends were.

You couldn’t care about what someone had and didn’t have. You were mindlessly listening to your friends talk about some dress. Not really paying attention to  the conversation.

Until one of your friends spoke, “what do you think white or blue?” scarlet asked. Making you look up from your school work.

“uh probably white” you said flashing a smile at her before quickly turning back to your work, unlike your friends you didn’t go to a normal school. You were homeschooled which caused you to be a bit anti social But you managed.

You heard the bell of the door ring as you turned toward it as your friend Isabella scoffed. “look at that greaser, his hair looks so gross ew.” Isabella stated.

You looked up towards the door as a boy not much older then you walked in. 2 maybe 3 years at most he was handsome he had black hair, a sharp jaw line and blue eyes.

That was the first thing you noticed about him. you looked at the guitar in his hand then looked back up catching his eyes. You quickly looked down at your lap.

When his gaze met yours. After a few minutes or so you walked up to the counter. You smiled softly at the waitress as a sign you’d wait as she helped the boy with his guitar sitting next to you.

“what can I get you sugar?” the waitress asked the boy. He smiled politely at her before answering back “just a coke sweetheart, keep the change ye?” he said. As he paid for his drink.

He turned too you and looked away. Quickly looked away when you catched his eye.  You giggled softly and looked his way “it’s not polite yano…” you smiled.

As he looked your way “i-I uhm I’m really sorry doll just haven’t seen ya here before” he said and gave you a charming smile.

You felt a soft blush creep it’s way up your cheeks. “huh well that could be right, my friends were just hungry”. You giggled and pointed over to your friends in the booth near the window.

He chuckled and nodded his head “makes ‘llota sense…say what’s your name?” he asked and looked up you could tell he was nervous by the way he fidgeted with the napkin that rested in his hand.

“’m y/n…. what about yourself?” you said just loud enough for him too hear. He smiled softly at you , “Elvis honey ma name is Elvis” he said and you two started to engage into a conversation.

Meanwhile your friends were over in the booth trying to get your attention.

“y/n! get back here and stop talking to that goddamn greaser he’s poor!!” Isabella whisper shouted at you. You ignored her as good as good as you could.

Till scarlet threw In a “you’re daddy’s gonna kill you y/n!!” she chimed. You shook your head slightly before turning your full attention back on the boy named Elvis.

Elvis opened wanted to speak up again. As two boys about his age ran in panting and huffing. “elvis?! What the hell man where have you been?!” the taller boy yelled. Elvis looked over at them as you took your pen out of your bag and wrote your name and phone number down on a napkin.

“we were supposed to be down at suns 30 minutes ago?! C’mon don’t just sit there get up we gotta go!!” the other guy yelled nd you chuckled.

“Shit I’m sorry guys I lost track of fuckin time ‘m comin ‘m comin calm your horses” he muttered as you watched him get up.  He turned to you taking a hold of your hand gently. “Will I see ya again?” he asked. Looking into your eyes. You nodded your head and shoved the napkin into the pocket of  his jacket.

“Ye call me” you smiled softly and walked of kissing his cheek. He smiled softly and touched his cheek as you walked of. He got snapped outta his thoughts by his friends yellin at him to hurry up.

You watched him run of with his friends as you went back over to yours.

You smiled softly to yourself as you sat back down with your friends.  You wondered if he’d call and he wondered if maybe just maybe he could be the Romeo to your Juliette

hi i'm still alive have a lovely weekend xx

[naughtyneganjdm]

A Compromise - Chapter 20

Summary: Months pass after Y/N asked Negan for a divorce and she had to deal with the ramifications of her choices making her realize that she made some mistakes.

Characters: Negan, the reader (OC), Shane, etc.

Warnings: Swearing, massive angst, etc.

AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/27834154/chapters/121227772

Notes: There is a scene in this chapter where someone is aggressive and abusive toward a child so I want to pre-warn that. I've been having a lot of trouble with writing and finding inspiration lately, but I finished this chapter and wanted to at least put this up for people. There are two chapters left after this. So there is that. Thanks to those that read this.

“Come on,” Y/N muttered to herself looking at the time after she had been waiting for what seemed like forever sitting in front of the home that Negan shared with their children. It had been months since she had asked Negan for a divorce and since she asked of that they had made an agreement that she would get the children every other weekend. Since she knew Negan was the better parent, it only made sense for Negan to be their primary care giver. Especially since he had the big home and she just had an apartment in the city. Dropping her head back, she felt incredibly stressed feeling like this was on purpose. She had texted Negan to let him know she was there to pick up the children a while ago, but this waiting was being dragged out longer than expected. Hearing the sound of a bark, Y/N lowered her head to see that the front door was opening. “Shit.”

Negan had Avery in his arms and was carrying all of the children’s things. It looked like Negan was trying to coach one of the children out of the house and it made her chest ache. Since she had asked for the divorce, Negan looked like shit. His beard was longer along with his hair that was messy. But he still looked like a soccer dad dressed in a pair of gray sweats with a white tank top underneath the opened jacket. His hair was slicked back when Isabella came out of the house with her backpack. They were all waiting for Negan who was obviously bickering with NJ who didn’t want to leave. After some urgings Negan was finally able to get NJ out of the house. When they were all out, Negan walked them to the car and Y/N popped the trunk for him to put the children’s stuff in the back. After he was done, Negan opened up the back to get the child seat ready for Avery.

Looking in the rearview mirror she could see that Negan was still wearing his wedding ring and she huffed. That night she asked for a divorce is the day that she took her rings off and put them away. They sat in the top drawer of her dresser at her apartment, yet Negan was still wearing his. It made her sigh and she lowered her gaze to focus on something else. Once Negan had Avery strapped in, he peppered loving kisses against the side of her face and Avery clung to his cheeks.

“I love you daddy,” Avery giggled making Negan give a sad expression but he feigned a smile and gave his daughter a nod. “Miss you.”

“I’ll miss you too sweetheart,” Negan gave her one final kiss before crawling out of the back to talk to both Isabella and NJ who were standing beside the car with him.

“Hey baby,” Y/N reached back to grab for Avery’s hand, squeezing it faintly in hers.

“Hi mommy,” Avery smiled back brightly. At least their youngest was still happy around her. She was too young to truly understand what was going on between Negan and Y/N.

Looking toward the other three she could see that Negan was giving a pep-talk to both of them caressing his fingers through their dark hair. NJ looked miserable while he stood before Negan with his big hazel eyes locked on his father. Attempting to listen in, Y/N couldn’t tell what they were saying, but she knew that Negan was doing what Negan always did. Which was try to coach their children and give them a positive outlook on things.

Isabella was the first one to give Negan a big hug and then Negan bent down to kiss her on the cheek squeezing her real tight. Once she got in the car, Isabella had a hard time looking at her mother as she pulled on her seatbelt. Negan closed the door behind Isabella and then took some time to talk things out with NJ further.

“Would you please tell your brother to get in the car?” Y/N requested of Isabella who simply shrugged her shoulders like she didn’t know how to respond to her mother’s request. After a while, NJ allowed his father to hug him and kiss him before he moved around the car to the other side to get in the car with them. “Are we all set?”

“Why don’t you come up to the house to get us?” Isabella wondered, her eyes watching as Negan stood at the center of the yard with his hands in his pockets while he watched them get ready to leave. “Don’t you want to talk to daddy or see the puppies?”

“I don’t really want to talk to your daddy right now unless I have to Isabella,” Y/N informed her daughter looking back over her shoulder to see that NJ rolled his eyes and rest his head against the window. “And I’m sure the dogs are doing perfectly fine.”

“Oliver misses you,” Isabella declared with a frown, brushing her fingers through her long hair while Y/N managed to get the car started up. Pulling his hand from his pocket, Negan waved goodbye to the kids. With the expression over Negan’s features she knew that it killed Negan to give the children up to her every other weekend. The children were his life and she knew that. She couldn’t imagine what he was like without them at home. “Cooper doesn’t understand why you aren’t home. He goes to the bed and just lays in your spot.”

“Cooper will learn to adapt just like the three of you have to do,” Y/N commented driving away from the home she used to share with Negan seeing that Negan remained at the center of the yard. “How was school?”

“We don’t have school right now mommy,” Isabella reminded her mother making Y/N huff loudly when she remembered that they were out of school for the summer.

“She doesn’t even remember our birthdays, how do you expect her to remember our school schedule?” NJ quipped to his younger sister since they both had birthdays during her separation with Negan. It made Y/N look back in the rearview mirror knowing that she missed the parties that they threw for them, but still got them presents and had something for them a few days later at her apartment.

“What did you say?” Y/N asked of her son to repeat what he said, but his hazel eyes refused to look up at her when he lowered his head down to look at the handheld game system that Negan had gotten him. “I’m speaking to you NJ.”

When she was met with silence still, she stopped at the next red light and stared back at her son who completely avoided her, “Negan?”

“He’s still not talking to you mom,” Isabella stressed to her mother making Y/N scoff knowing that NJ had been keeping this up for a while now. “He hasn’t been talking to you after you missed his game.”

“I don’t understand why you are still angry at me for that. You knew that I wasn’t going to be able to make it,” Y/N tried to get her son’s attention, but it fell on deaf ears while NJ kept his head down looking at his game blocking her out completely. “I told you from the start that I wasn’t going to be able to come.”

“Well, then you said you might come and he waited for you. Instead of doing good at the game, he was looking for you and he did really bad,” Isabella explained making Y/N’s throat tense up hearing her middle child explaining everything to her.

“Your team still won NJ. Regardless of if you played badly or not,” Y/N prompted NJ of what she knew to be true since people made a big deal about Negan leading the team to winning. “I don’t deserve to be ignored for this.”

“He’s also embarrassed that you and daddy are divorced,” Isabella claimed making Y/N smirk and shake her head when she saw the light turned green again. “Kids are harsh about that kind of stuff. And we like being at home.”

“We’re separated,” Y/N corrected her children of what she knew to be true. “Because your daddy refuses to sign the divorce papers that I sent him. So right now, your daddy and I are just separated because daddy is being a jerk.”

NJ scoffed from the back seat and rolled his eyes visibly hating that she was shit talking his father. NJ leaned into whisper something to Isabella who listened to him closely before nodding her head.

“Is your boyfriend at your apartment?” Isabella questioned out loud making Y/N grasp the wheel tightly while she drove toward her apartment building. That was a question that NJ undoubtedly coached his sister into asking.

“Yeah, Shane is at the apartment like all the other times,” Y/N answered them making both NJ and Isabella make faces that showed they hated the idea of that. “The three of you are going to have to get used to Shane being around.”

“Do you miss seeing Noah and Sam?” Isabella asked instead of responding to her about her comment on Shane. Bringing up Negan’s children that he had with two other women always made things uncomfortable for her. “I don’t think they understand why you don’t come to see them either. You were their mom too and…”

“I’m not their mom. I was their stepmother,” Y/N immediately corrected her daughter knowing that while Sam grew up with her, Sam was an adult now and she assumed Sam would not be happy with her for doing what she did to her father. “When I get divorced from your father, they are no longer going to be anything to me. So they should get used to not having me around.”

“But you were in Noah’s life longer than you were mine,” Isabella pointed out her voice stuttering and it was clear how young she still was with how she was talking to Y/N. It was strange how Isabella was the only one of her children that were talking. Even Avery had gotten quieter around her after everything. And of course NJ didn’t want to talk to her. “So you’re his mom too. They both love you too.”

“It’s complicated honey,” Y/N explained with a frown pulling in the parking lot that was beneath the apartment building. It was a pain in the ass lugging everything up to her apartment. Carrying Avery and most of their things, they took the elevator up to her apartment and when she got the door open, they heard the booming sound of a football game on the television. Shane’s voice was yelling at the screen when NJ pushed through to go straight to the room that she had for them. “You know I thought you guys would like this apartment with all the windows.”

“Yeah, it’s pretty,” Isabella acknowledged moving over toward the windows that were in the distance to stare down at the city from Y/N’s apartment. With how loud the television was, Avery clung to Y/N and Y/N knew that Shane hadn’t realized that they were back yet.

“Shane!” Y/N called out to him hearing the television turn off and Shane hopped up onto the large couch that he was spread across. Jumping over the back of it, he quickly moved to meet her at the door with a big cheesy smile. “Can you help me carry these to their room?”

“Sure thing,” Shane accepted grabbing her things and offering up a smirk when he saw that Avery was staring up at him with her big hazel eyes. “Hey there little one. Look at those pretty eyes of yours. It’s good to see you again.”

Avery’s eyes got bigger before she turned her head away from Shane and buried her head in against the center of Y/N’s chest making Y/N hold onto Avery tighter, “She’s shy. She’ll get used to you soon. Her father never put her down so she’s just used to him and not other men.”

“We’re going to be friends soon,” Shane frowned reaching out to caress his hand in over the center of Avery’s back before taking the things that Y/N asked of him toward the bedroom. Following Shane in, Y/N knew that she had an area for all three of them. She was working on getting more rooms built in her apartment because it was big enough but right now the children all had to be together in a room that was still big enough for them. NJ was sitting at the corner of the room on his bed with his head buried in his game. “Hey bud. How are you doing?”

Instead of answering Shane, NJ kept his head down and Shane smirked looking to Y/N who gave him a shake of her head as if to hint that Shane should leave him alone, “We’re going to order some pizza or something for tonight. You okay with that?”

“I’m okay with that,” Isabella piped in when she walked into the room and moved over toward her bed to hop on top of it. “I’d like one with extra cheese please.”

“Got it,” Y/N gave her daughter a wink before allowing Avery down. Avery went over to sit with Isabella after grabbing a stuffed animal that Negan had packed for her. Heading to the kitchen, Y/N looked for the number to the nearest pizza place and felt arms hooking around her when she pulled out her cell phone. “Shane.”

“I can see why you were so desperate to get away from them,” Shane slurred pressing kisses over the side of her neck making her let out a shallow breath. “That son of yours is a real asshole.”

“Shane,” she muttered his name looking back over her shoulder at him with a glare seeing him toss his hands up in the air and shrug.

“I like the girls. The girls are sweet,” Shane clarified moving around the big counter that was in her kitchen bracing his weight on the countertop. “Avery and Isabella are nice to have during the weekend, but it’s definitely overwhelming. Your son is a sharp looking little dude but he’s a dick and you know that I’m right.”

“It’s complicated,” she frowned knowing that she found herself saying that a lot. “I hurt his feelings by missing his game and not being at his birthday party.”

“He’s twelve, it’s time to grow up. It’s something I would expect from a six-year-old, not a twelve-year-old,” Shane rambled on making her cringe over the fact that her boyfriend was trash talking her son. Then again, she knew that she had complained to him several times about the things that were going on in her life. “I get why Junior drove you away from wanting a family if he acted like that all the fucking time.”

“It wasn’t just Negan Junior,” she motioned him to be quiet as she ordered the pizzas for them. Once she was done, she avoided the conversation by going to spend time with Avery and Isabella since they actually wanted to interact with her. By the time the pizza showed up, the two girls were out in the large living room playing a game with her and Shane. NJ had stayed in the bedroom with the door partially opened and when everything was ready, she called out to her son. “NJ the pizza is here.”

In the kitchen she got the food ready for all of them helping Avery at the table. Cutting up Avery’s pizza, Y/N made sure that there were pieces for her to grab while Isabella helped herself to a big piece. They were all seated by the time that NJ showed up to the kitchen. Walking to the fridge, he grabbed himself a coke before sitting down at the opposite end of the large table she had where she had placed his pizza.

Instead of eating, he continued to just play his game that he had and she let out a long sigh, “Negan, put your game down and just eat. Then you can do whatever you want.”

Keeping up with ignoring Y/N, NJ kept playing his game and took a sip of his coke before leaning back in the chair to keep playing making Shane clear his throat, “Buddy, your mother is talking to you.”

“He ate before he came here,” Isabella justified her brother’s actions with a mouthful of her pizza looking to Y/N with big eyes. “He’s probably not hungry. Him and daddy made a lot of desserts together. They like doing that. So he ate a lot before this.”

“It sounds like you had a lot of sweets then, so you should eat at least a piece,” Y/N tried again with NJ knowing that it was like talking to a brick wall. After a minute, NJ grabbed the pizza and took a small bite of it and then dropped it back on the plate with a plop. “What game are you playing right now?”

Once again, she was met by silence.

“I know you’re angry with me Negan, but at some point, you are going to have to talk to me,” Y/N muttered watching the way that Shane looked between her and NJ. “I told you from the start that I couldn’t make your game and with your dad…sometimes parents don’t stay together. That happens.”

“More please,” Avery finished the amount of pizza Y/N had given her and Y/N stood up from the table to reach for Avery’s plate. Cutting up the rest of the piece Y/N had set aside for Avery, Y/N placed the plate back in front of Avery and watched her pick at the pieces that were there.

“Would you prefer one of the other kinds of pizza that we got?” Y/N stared out at NJ knowing that she had just given him a piece of cheese and she really had no idea what kind of pizza he liked. It made her feel guilty knowing that it was Negan that did everything when they were together. Only Negan would be able to know what all of their children loved because she had been too focused on her job. “I have pepperoni, a supreme one…”

“Your mother is talking to you son,” Shane snapped his fingers at NJ making him look up at Shane and just stare out at him with his hazel eyes. With NJ being quiet it made Shane even more furious. “You should learn to be respectful and answer her.”

Rolling his eyes, NJ smirked and looked back down at the video game that he was playing making Shane’s face flush over with red, “It’s fine.”

“It’s not fine,” Shane shook his head, his dark eyes falling back onto NJ. “You know this whole time that I have known NJ he hasn’t said a damn word to me or you. I don’t know what his father is teaching him or making him do…”

“Daddy is not the person who tells him to stay quiet. Actually daddy tells us all to be really nice to you,” Isabella immediately corrected Shane making Shane huff out. “Daddy wants everything to be good for us so he tells us to be nice to both you and mommy. He just wants all of us happy. NJ is just upset because mommy picked work over us. She picked you over us.”

“That’s not true,” Y/N responded hating to hear that come from her daughter’s mouth. But she could see why they would think of it that way since Shane was living with her and she was with Shane every day instead of being with them. “Shane…I didn’t…I didn’t pick Shane over the three of you.”

“We just really don’t like it here,” Isabella was honest looking around the apartment. “Not much for a kid to do here. We just like it at home better. Our backyard is fun. We have our dogs. We love daddy a lot.”

“Yeah. I miss daddy,” Avery agreed with what Isabella said making Y/N drop her fork down on her plate and caress her fingers through her hair shakily showing that she was stressed.

“Well you’re going to have to get used to everything that is here,” Shane interrupted the discussion making Y/N sigh loudly. “Do you know how much I would have loved to live in a place like this as a kid? This is a really nice apartment. You’re lucky your mother has a place like this.”

“Our home is nicer,” NJ finally spoke up not bothering to look up from his video game system making Shane look back over his shoulder at NJ. Shane’s forehead creased and he looked to Y/N knowing that was the first time he ever heard Negan Junior speak.

“Put your game down,” Shane demanded of NJ but her son continued to ignore Shane. “I said put your game down now.”

“It’s fine, leave him alone,” Y/N muttered from across the table seeing that Shane was getting heated. Isabella and Avery were staring out at Shane from their seats not sure how to react with him raising his voice to NJ.

“Your kid needs to learn some manners Y/N. You shouldn’t just accept him treating you like shit because you are living your life the way that you want. You put up with twelve years of shit before deciding to finally pick yourself for once,” Shane stammered, his eyebrow arching when he pushed the plate in closer to NJ. “Put your game down and eat your dinner, now!”

“NJ, please just eat,” Y/N begged of her son who continued to ignore them while drinking his soda. Gasping out, she watched Shane pushing away from the table and grabbing the device from NJ’s hands. Tossing the handheld device against the wall caused it to shatter making NJ stand up to go grab it, but Shane placed his hand in over the center of NJ’s back to force him back into his seat. Pushing the plate in front of NJ, Shane was clearly trying to get Negan Junior to finally do what Y/N had been asking of him, but he was doing it all wrong. “Shane!”

“You can’t do that!” NJ grimaced in pain with the way that Shane was grabbing onto him. With the way he was wiggling beneath Shane’s grasp, it was clear that NJ was uncomfortable and trying to get away from Shane. No matter how much he tried though, it wasn’t working. “My dad bought me that!”

“I can do whatever I want when you’re in this apartment. Eat your food now,” Shane snapped, his hand still firmly placed over NJ’s shoulders. Pushing NJ’s head in closer to the plate it almost looked like Shane was going to smash NJ’s face against the piece of pizza. “I said eat your food!”

“I’m not hungry!” NJ snarled when Shane slid his hand up further toward NJ’s neck pushing harder. “I said I’m not hungry! Stop!”

Getting up, Y/N immediately moved around the table and placed herself between NJ and Shane grabbing a firm hold of Shane’s wrist to get him to let go of NJ. Once she had gotten Shane away from NJ, something changed in Shane’s dark eyes and he stepped back away from her, but she still had her grasp on Shane’s wrist. “Never do that again Shane. Or I swear…”

“I’m just standing up for you,” Shane blurt out throwing his arms up in the air making all of them uncomfortable with how angry he got. “That kid is disrespectful as hell. The way he treats you isn’t right. He wouldn’t even be here right now if it wasn’t for you.”

“You can go to your room,” Y/N looked back at NJ seeing that he had tears in his eyes when he got up from his chair to go over to grab the gaming device that Shane had undoubtedly just broken. Looking it over, NJ frowned and then swiftly moved into his room. After NJ left, Isabella pushed away from the table and left to be with her brother. It made Y/N frown and she saw the way that Avery was staring out at her with big eyes. “You want to go be with your brother and sister?”

Avery simply nodded her head, keeping her mouth shut showing by the way that she was looking at Shane that she was scared being around him. Picking Avery up, Y/N allowed Avery to her feet watching her little legs move swiftly to the room that she had for the kids.

“I don’t understand you. You let them walk all over you when you’re the parent and they are the children,” Shane threw his hand out toward the direction where her children had disappeared into. “Avery and Isabella, I like them. I understand them, but that fucking boy treats you like trash and you’re okay with it?”

“He’s hurt Shane. He’s fucking hurt,” she declared noticing the way that his nose wrinkled by her response. After the way Shane touched her son, she found herself wound up with her heart hammering inside of her chest. “NJ is a good kid. I just…I missed a lot in his life and they do really love their father. I’m the fuck up, not them.”

“See this was your problem back then when you decided to get a separation from your husband. You blamed yourself for wanting more. You wanted something different because you were miserable. You hated NJ and Negan,” Shane debated how she felt when she asked Negan for a divorce. “They were the two that made you the most miserable. Now that he’s here you are coddling him and allowing that behavior. I like kids Y/N, but that fucking kid needs to get his shit together. He’s part of the reason that you left his fucking father. You didn’t want to go home because of him. If he didn’t make you and Negan fight all the time about him, you’d still probably be with his fucking father.”

The sound of something falling was heard and she looked to see that NJ was standing at the entrance of the kitchen. There were tears streaming down his face when he undoubtedly heard what Shane had just said. Stepping forward, she tried to reach for NJ but he pulled away from her letting out a shuddering breath.

“You left dad because of me?” NJ whimpered making Y/N frown and she looked back to see that Shane was lowering down to the seat that was at the table. Rubbing the back of his head, Shane shrugged his shoulders and Y/N tried to comfort her son again but he moved away from her. “You hated me that much? I’m the reason that you never came home?”

“That’s not…that’s…” Y/N tried to find it in herself to lie and the fact she didn’t say something immediately made NJ drop his head forward. Even if that was how she felt at the time, it wasn’t something that NJ should have ever heard out loud. “NJ…”

“Why do you even force me to be here?” NJ questioned, his hazel eyes meeting hers with his bottom lip tremoring. Tears were sliding down his face while he waited for some kind of answer. “You don’t even love me. Is it to torture dad? Because you know how much he loves all of us? How much he loves you?”

“It’s because I love you NJ,” she reasoned with her son hearing him let out a pained sound. Shaking his head, he stepped back and away from her. “I want to see my children.”

“No you don’t. Not for a long time,” NJ replied, lifting his hand to wipe at his face with the back of his hand. “I want my mom back. My real mom.”

“I’m right here NJ,” she urged him to move in closer to her, but he pulled away from her again. Regret flooded her veins that she even said that shit to begin with for Shane to spew out for NJ to hear. “I do love you and I do want to spend time with you.”

“You don’t want to spend time with me. You haven’t in a long time. Since you got this new job. You’re not my mom. Because you’re not who I remember,” NJ stayed firm, his voice raising as he stared out at her and Y/N could see that her girls were standing by the door watching their big brother break down. “I loved my mom. She was loving, caring…made me feel safe. Avery is too young to know, but me and Isabella know better. We miss our mom. We miss our family. Once you started at this new job, we lost her. Dad lost her. You’re no longer her. I miss her smile. I miss her and dad putting me to bed at night. Every Christmas, her and dad would pull Isabella and I into bed with them. We’d all cuddle up. You and dad would pepper us with kisses and wrap us up in your arms while you and dad held hands. Or how Isabella and I used to find it so gross when you and dad would kiss under the mistletoe all the time? You’d pretend it was on accident, but the two of you just loved each other so much. Or how every birthday both you and dad would come into our rooms singing happy birthday to us…together. Do you remember that? Or is my mom gone completely?”

There was a silence that filled the air while Y/N felt an ache in her chest after hearing all of that from her son. Tears burned at her eyes, but it was followed by the sound of Shane snorting and sitting forward in his seat drawing both of their attention.

“How old are you kid?” Shane was the first to speak up ignoring the fact that what NJ actually said had emotionally affected her. “You’re twelve, right? Your two-year-old sister acts older than you do with things. I’m not sure which one of you is supposed to be the toddler. You’re mad at your mother because she doesn’t put you to bed every night?”

Instead of answering Shane, NJ looked to Y/N waiting for her to say something. Her lips parted and a tear slid down the side of her face, burning at her flesh. There was so much she wanted to say, but nothing was coming out.

“That answers my question,” NJ cleared his throat and tried wiping at his face with his hands. “My mother is gone.”

“Please wait,” Y/N watched NJ run back to the bedroom and slam the door shut behind him after urging his sisters in with him. Going to reach for the door after she followed him, she grabbed onto the knob and felt it locked. Huffing out, she rest her forehead against the door. After a minute or so she felt a hand placing in over her shoulder and she waved Shane away from her. “Don’t touch me right now. Just leave me alone.”

“Fine,” Shane held his hands up and tipped his head to the side. “I’ll go lay down for now. I just think maybe you should just start trying to have days with your girls because nothing is going to come from you having that boy here…”

“Shane,” she snarled at him hearing him huff. After hearing her he headed off toward the bedroom that they shared together. Heading over toward the couch, she sat down and grabbed the pillow that was beside her on the couch. Cuddling the pillow in closer to her, she stared at the door to her children’s bedroom knowing that it should have never gotten to what it did tonight.

Honestly, she didn’t know why she started dating Shane. It was probably some kind of rebellious phase after she had separated from Negan. It was probably to hurt Negan and she knew that, but she didn’t even understand why she kept Shane around. What she really needed when she separated from Negan was alone time, but instead she had Shane move in almost immediately with her. Sometimes she thought it was because she was lonely and then other parts of her did think it was to hurt Negan.

Looking around her living room she thought about what Shane had said to her when she first decided to divorce Negan. There were no photos of her family in her apartment. Once she wrote off Negan, she completely wrote off her family and she could see why NJ said the things to her that he did.

Shifting on the couch, she stared out at the door and knew that she needed to give NJ some time to calm down. Once he came out of the room, she was going to be ready to talk to him because it had to be done. Until then, she was just going to wait it out alone.

It wasn’t a short process. In fact she had ended up falling asleep on the couch clutching onto the pillow. It was the sounds of NJ’s voice that actually woke her up. With an uneven breath, her eyes slowly fluttered to an open hearing NJ crying while he spoke. It was a faint whisper, but he was undoubtedly crying. Pushing up, she looked around the room still having it blurry around her since it was completely dark in the house except for the light coming from the kitchen.

“NJ?” Y/N called out pulling herself up from the couch to head over toward the kitchen. Once she got to the kitchen, she saw NJ slamming the phone back onto the receiver and he looked back at her with his hazel eyes seeming nervous as can be that she had caught him. “Who were you on the phone with?”

“I wasn’t on the phone,” NJ blatantly lied to her making her eyebrow arch when he tried to move around her to go back into his bedroom, but she stopped him by placing her hand over the center of his chest. “I want to go back to my room.”

“We need to talk,” she insisted trying to get him to step back, but he struggled with her and she placed her hands in over his shoulders to firmly get him to stop. “Negan Junior!”

“What?” NJ snapped at her, his hazel eyes full of anger and sadness at the same time making her chest ache at the sight of it. Tears still lingered from him crying before she had come into the kitchen with him. “I don’t want to talk to you.”

“I don’t care,” she responded with a firm shake of her head.

“That’s the problem mom. You don’t care,” NJ shot back at her making a sharp exhale fall from her lungs when she stepped back and stared down at him. “I don’t want to be part of your life anymore. I don’t want to see you anymore.”

“You don’t have a say in something like that,” she breathed out, her jaw flexing while his hurt features stared up at her. “I know that I’ve hurt you and I get your feelings NJ, I do, but you can’t just decide that I don’t get to see you anymore.”

“I don’t get it, you didn’t want anything to do with us when you were with dad,” NJ reminded her making her throat go dry hearing her son trying to understand why she wanted to bother with them now that she was separated from Negan. “You don’t want us here. You never wanted us, so forcing us to come here is cruel. Why keep us here when dad is the one that loves us, not you.”

“I do love all of you,” she insisted making NJ roll his eyes and fold his arms out in front of his chest. “I know that I messed up before, but I want to start to try to make things right for all of you.”

“Every other week on the weekends?” NJ grumbled under his breath, his jawline flexing while he stared up at her with his young features. “Nothing is ever going to be right. None of us, none of us want to be here with you. We hate Shane. We hate this apartment. Just stop trying to pretend to be something that you aren’t!”

“Is this where you still want me to stay out of things?” a voice rumbled from behind them drawing her attention back over her shoulder to see that Shane was standing at the door in just his athletic pants hanging low at his hips. His arms were folded in front of his chest while he rest against the doorframe.

“Please,” Y/N begged holding her hand up and he shrugged his shoulders heading back into the bedroom. Having Shane putting his nose into things constantly was not helping. Especially when he was the person that started all of this today.

“How can you like someone like him?” NJ snarled making her sigh and lift to pinch the bridge of her nose feeling a headache developing from the stress of tonight. “He’s nothing like dad.”

“I think that was kind of the point,” she shrugged her shoulders hating that she was having this conversation with her son. It was inappropriate and she really just thought at the beginning Shane was a relationship of convenience for her. He was there and he was willing, so she accepted it and just never really pushed it away from her. “Listen NJ, we have to talk about things.”

“I don’t have time,” NJ pushed through her heading back toward the bedroom. Following him toward the bedroom before she could even follow him in, he was heading back out with his backpack over his shoulder. At the same time he was trying to push the remainder of his tears away from his face.

“Where do you think you’re going?” she grabbed a hold of NJ’s backpack when he went to move around her, stopping him in his tracks.

“I’m leaving,” NJ declared trying to pull from her grasp, yanking on his backpack to get it from her before throwing it back over his shoulder again. “I don’t have to stay here. I don’t want to stay here. Not after what Shane did and said.”

“You’re not going to just walk out into the world and walk home NJ!” she stated with a grunt only to hear the sound of a knock on the door. Everything inside of her tensed up when NJ’s face turned pale and he looked toward the front door. “What did you do?”

Heading for the door, she heard NJ calling out to her when she pulled the door open to reveal Negan at the front door. His expression was angry and suddenly things were starting to make sense. Standing in the doorway, she felt NJ attempting to get around her, but she put up her arm to stop him from leaving the apartment.

“It was your dad that you called?” Y/N wondered looking back at NJ whose big hazel eyes were staring out at her with worry. “You can’t leave with your dad. It’s my weekend with you and you aren’t going anywhere.”

“He said your boyfriend broke his game system and put his hands on him,” Negan informed her making NJ’s face flush over with red. It made a lump develop in NJ’s throat when he gazed between both of his parents. “He called me sobbing Y/N. Our son shouldn’t be afraid to be here with you.”

“He’s not afraid to be here with me,” she reasoned with Negan hearing NJ clear his throat and nod his head when he looked to her.

“We don’t feel safe here with Shane,” NJ was honest with his mother, his eyes still red from the crying that he had done earlier. “None of us do. Not even Avery and she’s young. You can tell that she’s scared. But Shane doesn’t hate the girls, he just hates me. So do you. So I’m going to go home with dad.”

“This is bullshit,” she placed her hand in over the center of NJ’s chest to keep him from leaving. “I deserve to have time with my children.”

“Then make Shane leave,” NJ blurt out making Y/N swallow down hard when he grasped tightly to the strap of his backpack. “I know you don’t want me here to begin with, but if you want me here like you say you do, I don’t feel safe being here with Shane.”

“Your father and I need to have a discussion. Together. Alone,” Y/N nodded back toward the couch making NJ huff out loud and look to Negan with a begging expression. “We’re just going to be out in the hallway together. I promise your dad won’t leave without talking to you.”

“Dad,” NJ whimpered looking to Negan for guidance and he gave NJ a nod to listen to Y/N. Rolling his eyes, NJ moved to the couch and took a seat. Once Y/N saw that he was seated she moved out into the hallway with Negan closing the door behind her.

Stepping before Negan, their eyes connected and she could tell that Negan was angry with her from the things that he had undoubtedly heard from NJ when he snuck that call in to his father. Negan’s eyes shifted, his jaw flexing while he waited for her to say something first. It was clear that Negan was tired and he probably hadn’t slept in a while and the way he towered over her made her feel small.

“Listen, I know things probably sounded bad, but it was really a misunderstanding,” she explained holding her hands up in a defensive position. “NJ was keeping up with the whole not speaking to me thing and Shane was trying to get him to talk to me. Shane just stepped out of place and I corrected him for it.”

“Stepped out of place?” Negan repeated her words, his eyebrows bouncing up in what seemed like frustration. “NJ said that Shane took the handheld game system I bought for him for his birthday and threw it at the wall shattering it. Then apparently, he grabbed a firm hold of the back of our son’s neck and kept forcing his head toward his dinner hurting him. Considering our son is not a liar, I do tend to fucking believe him Y/N.”

Clearing her throat, she lowered her stare and felt her face flushing over with warmth, “Also apparently, he heard Shane blaming him for the fact that you and I got separated? Did you really tell that asshole that the reason you asked me for a divorce is because you hated NJ?”

“That’s not exactly what happened. Shane just took it that way,” she claimed knowing that she kind of went on a huge vent the first time that she talked to Shane about her family and while she didn’t want to believe that she said something like that, she wasn’t really sure what she did say. “I was really angry at you and NJ at that time for always making me feel guilty. So that could have been Shane’s interpretation of things.”

“Nice,” Negan grumbled under his breath and folded his arms out in front of his chest, his jaw flexing in anger while he kept his stare locked on her. “I’m not going to force my son to be here when he’s not comfortable. When you asked for this divorce, you told me that you would give me full custody of the kids and just requested the one weekend every two weeks if you were available. I’m doing this just to be nice. So if NJ wants to come home, I’m going to take him home.”

“Then I will never see my son because he doesn’t want to be here Negan,” she responded with tension growing in her tone. Shaking her head, she knew that wasn’t something she was okay with. “I should be able to see my son.”

A sigh escaped Negan’s throat when he finally lowered his head to look down at his feet. Pushing his hands into his pockets, Negan’s Adam’s apple bounced in his throat while she stood before him, “Did you sign those papers yet?”

“Really?” Negan snapped with a scowl over his face after raising his stare back up to her. “We’re talking about the comfort of our son being at your home and you’re going to ask me if I signed the fucking divorce papers?”

“That’s a no,” she frowned leaning back against the doorframe and sighing loudly. “I just think you are dragging the kids along thinking that there will be something more here between the two of us. They never gave Shane a shot from the start.”

“It doesn’t sound like Shane deserved a shot regardless,” Negan shot back, lifting his hand to point it out at her. “And I tell you what? If that son of a bitch ever puts his hands on NJ again, I promise you I will fucking kill him.”

“Don’t say that,” she hushed him making Negan immediately shake his head. “He’s a cop Negan.”

“I wouldn’t give a shit if he was the goddamn pope. If you touch my son, I will fucking break every single fucking finger on your hands,” Negan was getting worked up and she found herself thankful that she was the only person on this floor since he was making it clear that he was upset. “I’m not kidding Y/N.”

“I know,” she acknowledged hearing his breathing loud when he shook his head. “I expect nothing less from you.”

“I don’t get this,” Negan maintained his face twisting with frustration and confusion. “I never thought you would be asking for a divorce. I never thought our children would be in this kind of position. It’s not fair to them.”

“Parents get divorced all the time Negan,” she countered with a shrug of her shoulders. “I know that it’s not fair to them, but sometimes two people just fall out of love.”

“One person,” Negan corrected her with a frown. “I never fell out of love with you. No matter how mean you got. No matter how many times you hurt me or said something that brought me down. I always loved you. I promised to love you for the rest of my life and I meant it.”

Looking to Negan’s left hand she still saw that he was wearing his wedding ring and it made her clear her throat. Feeling a warmth flooding her body, she looked down and away from him hearing him sigh, “I think you’re just going through something right now. I went through some shit when I lost Lucille. I lost myself. I think when you get through this, you’re going to realize…”

“Negan,” she interrupted him, holding her hands up to stop him before he started. “I know how you feel. I do. I just, I don’t know if I see it like you do.”

“You’re telling me you don’t miss anything?” Negan searched for an answer making the ache in her chest grow. With those big hazel eyes staring into her soul she found it hard to even look at him because she felt horrible. “The dogs? The children? Us?”

Ignoring the question, she knew that she had been feeling so many range of emotions since NJ mentioned to her that he missed his mother and brought up their past together. Of course she missed moments like that, she just…forgot about them since she had grown to be too busy in her own life.

“You loved your life. You loved your job before you started working at this new place. I know it was more money, but you were happy at your original job. You took this job because your father convinced you to. You told me when we first got together that your father made your life miserable and you kicked him out of it. I know what it’s like to have a shitty father Y/N. You know that, but after he convinced you to have this job, I think it awoke some of those feelings he gave you before we got together,” Negan spoke up stepping forward to reach out to sweep his thumb in over her jawline to get her to look back up at him. “Your father made you hard and then you found me, you found family with Sam and me. We made you happy. Your family made you happy. I think you were already stressed and then the whole Avery thing happened and it is possible to still have postpartum depression with your third child. And it can go for a very long time. You’re not weak for asking for help.”

“Negan,” she closed her eyes feeling her bottom lip tremoring with his palm caressing in over the side of her face. Lifting her hand, she held onto him and stroked her fingers against the back of his hand. “I’m not good enough for you. Or them. I’ve known that. I’ve always known that.”

“Listen to me,” Negan whispered stepping forward to close the distance between the two of them. “It’s not too late to fix things Y/N. I still love you. These kids love you. We can figure out something. Get help. Go to a therapist, the both of us. Maybe as a family sometimes.”

“I don’t think I can fix the things I’ve done,” she responded, her eyes fluttering to an open when Negan slid his other hand in over the side of her face to cup it tenderly. “I’ve been a really shitty person over the last few years Negan. And over these last few months, I’ve been the worst. I don’t deserve to fix things. All of you are too good for me. I’m a bad wife. I’m a bad mother. I’m a shitty person.”

“I don’t think it’s all you’re just not a good person Y/N. I think you’ve had some troubles between Avery being born along with all the stress. You were abused as a child and sometimes that shit comes back to you in your adulthood. With this job, I think you were just out to get your father’s approval again and you lost your way a little bit,” Negan reminded her making her let out a tremoring breath and he could see that tears were developing in her eyes. “We can try to fix things, make this whole thing better. I know that as a family…as a duo…we can fix this.”

With a shuddering breath, she felt Negan’s forehead pressing up against hers. Pressing her palm in over the center of his chest, she slid it up toward the side of his neck before stroking at his chiseled jawline. The warmth of his breath pressed over her lips drawing chills down her spine until the sound of the door pulling open was heard.

“The fuck are you doing here?” Shane’s voice boomed making Negan slowly pull his head back to gaze over at the new man in Y/N’s life. Taking his time, Negan lowered his hands and that anger that was there when he arrived slowly flooded back into his features. “You shouldn’t even be here.”

“He’s picking up NJ,” she alerted Shane with a frown knowing that after her conversation with Negan it was for the best that NJ should leave if he wanted to leave. Shane stepped out into the hallway with them and let out an amused breath. “NJ was uncomfortable being here and wants to go home.”

“No, I don’t think so,” Shane shook his head making it known that he didn’t like the idea of that when he stepped further into the hallway. “I don’t know what kind of bullshit you are flooding into your son’s brain, but his mother isn’t a villain for wanting something in her life. She wasted twelve years of her life trying to pretend that everything was okay and when she finally does what’s right by her suddenly, she’s the bad guy? No. NJ is going to have to learn to live with the way that things are. She has the right to reinvent her life and let me tell you something, you’re going to stop trying to get in the way of things.”

“Listen buddy, I’m not going to step back and let shit go by when it comes to my children,” Negan scoffed, standing up straighter. There was no way that Shane was going to intimidate him. “Which now that we’re on the subject of my children…don’t ever put your hands on my son again.”

“What are you going to do about it if I do?” Shane mocked Negan, stepping forward to bring his chest into Negan’s almost bumping him back with the power in his body making Negan smirk. Reaching up, Negan brushed at his bottom lip with his thumb and smirked. “There is nothing you can do to me if I do.”

“You have no idea what I’m capable of,” Negan warned, his stare narrowing and his eyes getting darker when Shane smirked. “So don’t test me.”

“Get out of here,” Shane ordered making Negan shake his head when he looked to the open door to see that NJ was still sitting on the couch watching them interact. “Now.”

“He’s taking NJ,” Y/N grabbed a hold of Shane’s arm only to feel Shane pull away from her. Shoving into Negan made Negan huff loudly and his jaw flexed. “Shane, knock it off. I told you what is going to happen here and this is none of your business.”

“It is my business because for once in your life you need to stop letting Negan and NJ run your life,” Shane snapped at her, pointing his finger back and forth between her and Negan. His brown eyes were angry and he was breathing heavily. “They don’t get to control your life anymore. Not with me here because that’s bullshit.”

“NJ, let’s go,” Negan called out to his son only to let out a groan when Shane shoved him firmly against the wall. Shoving back into Shane made the shorter man stumble back giving Negan a smirk before nodding his head. With a grunt, Negan turned away when Shane firmly punched into the side of Negan’s face. Taking a minute to gather himself, Negan gazed back at Shane and nodded his head. “Thank you. Now you gave me a reason to defend myself without getting in trouble.”

Gasping out, Y/N stepped out of the way when Negan tackled into Shane making Shane slam into the wall behind him. Arms were throwing while Negan and Shane found themselves in a fight making NJ scramble to the door in attempts to come and try to help his father.

“Stay there,” Y/N demanded of her son not wanting him to get hurt while Shane and Negan tore into each other. Stepping forward, she tried splitting it up knowing that this was the last thing that NJ needed to see. “Shane! Knock it off.”

Scrambling to get the fight split up, she grabbed a hold of Shane’s arm in attempts to get him to stop. Trying to pull his arm away from her, Shane let out an angered sound before bringing his arm back into the side of her face making her fall back to the ground hard. Almost immediately NJ moved to his mother to make sure that she was okay.  

“Shit,” Shane muttered realizing what he had done, but with what he had done it had only made Negan more furious with the man before him. Managing to get Shane to the ground, Negan started hitting him over and over again taking advantage of the moment. Each hit sounded brutal as it echoed through the empty hallway followed by the grunts coming from Shane’s throat.

After several more hits, Negan held his fist over Shane and lifted his gaze to see that NJ was staring out at him and he grunted under his breath. Curling his fingers into Shane’s dark hair, Negan pulled his head up and made sure that Shane was staring out at him, “You touch her again and I will destroy you. The same goes for my son. Never put your hands on my kids or Y/N again.”

Dropping Shane back down, Negan got up enough to move over to Y/N and NJ. Once he knelt down to check on Y/N, NJ immediately scrambled to wrap his arms around Negan to hug him tightly. Nuzzling his nose against the side of NJ’s neck Negan comforted his son leaving Y/N feeling incredibly guilty.

“NJ, go get your sisters. All three of you are going home with your dad,” she instructed of her son when NJ looked over his shoulder giving her a quick nod. When NJ ran off to do what she wanted, Negan shifted to help her up from where she was on the floor. Embarrassment flooded her features when she looked to see that Shane had pulled himself up into a seated position on the floor with his head buried in his hands. “I’m sorry.”

“Come with us,” Negan pled, his hazel eyes trying to appeal to her, but honestly? She couldn’t. She felt guilty. This was her fault to begin with. She made her bed with Shane and she was going to have to live with it. After everything she did, there was no way that she could just go back home with open arms. What Shane did? What she did and said? It was all so wrong and she didn’t deserve this family. Not now, not ever. Shaking her head made Negan frown, but she knew that he was too good for her. “Please.”

“I can’t,” she answered him with a miserable expression showing that she hated the choice she had to make, but it was clear that she thought she had to do it. “I need to take care of things here. Just please, take care of the kids. And tell NJ I’m sorry.”

With the sound of footsteps, she turned to see that NJ had both of his sisters with him. Reaching down, she picked up Avery and gave her a big kiss on the cheek before handing her over to Negan. Once she was done, she knelt down to Isabella and NJ to give them a big hug which surprised NJ with the way that he was looking at her.

“I love you guys, I’m sorry,” she apologized again for feeling bad that it led to this. Her children should have never had to experience the negativity and toxic environment that she put them in with Shane. It wasn’t even like she liked Shane and this was the last thing that they deserved. “You’re going home with daddy, okay?”

Grabbing the bags the children brought out with his free hand that wasn’t holding onto Avery, Negan gave Y/N a long once over before nodding. Heading for the elevator, Negan made sure to get the children on the elevator before leaving himself.

Staring down at Shane who glared up at her, she didn’t even know how to respond to everything. Shaking her head, she moved back into the house and saw one of the bags that belonged to the children still sitting in the doorway of the room she had for them. Going to grab it, she headed out of the apartment to see that Shane was finally pulling himself up.

“I’m going to bed,” Shane announced when she hit the button for the elevator. His glare told her that he didn’t like the way that she reacted to things, but he didn’t even apologize to her about everything he had done.

“You’re sleeping on the couch,” she informed him once the elevators opened making him scoff. It seemed like he was about to bicker with her but she hit the close doors button before he had a chance to. Once she got off the elevator, she moved through the parking garage and saw that Negan was finishing up getting the children into the SUV.

“We can’t just leave her here dad,” NJ bickered with his father, looking up at him with his hazel eyes. “Don’t you want to save her and protect her from that man?”

“You know I want to protect your mother more than anything NJ. Other than you guys, your mother means everything to me,” Negan lowered down with a sigh making her hide behind one of the cement columns so she could listen to them together. “I tried NJ. I don’t know what more I can do. Your mother doesn’t want to be with me. I can’t force her to be.”

“We should be able to do something though,” NJ countered making Negan sigh before leaning forward to press a kiss over NJ’s temple. Stroking his fingers through NJ’s hair made their son frown and Negan let out an upset breath. “I know I haven’t been happy with her, but I don’t want that guy to hurt her dad. I still love her.”

“I love her too buddy,” Negan stated making her let out a long sigh feeling her chest tightening. “I wish I could change things, but I’ve tried. I don’t know what I can do, but all we can hope for is that she’s okay. That’s all that matters, right?”

“I feel like there should be something more that we can do,” NJ insisted but when Negan gave him an expression, NJ let out a defeated breath. Giving Negan one final hug, NJ got up and moved to the SUV to get into his side of the car.

Knowing that Negan was going to be headed to leave, she cleared her throat and stepped out making Negan gaze back over his shoulder at her. Holding out the bag that they left, she had a hard time looking at Negan after everything. When he reached for the bag, his fingers brushed against hers making her sigh.

“They forgot that one,” she pushed her hands into her pockets feeling bad after this whole thing. “Please be careful driving home.”

“I will,” Negan gave her a nod, the vein at the side of his neck bulging. When he went to turn on his heel, he stopped and looked back over his shoulder at her. “Are you going to be okay?”

“Don’t worry about it,” she waved her hand in the air knowing that she hadn’t been okay in a very long time. “Just be careful and take care of them.”

“I’m going to worry about it Y/N,” Negan frowned turning back to face her, his thick eyebrows full of emotion. “I love you. I’m always going to love you so worrying about you is just going to come naturally at this point.”

“You need to learn to stop doing that. Doing that is only going to make you miserable,” she slurred, stepping back and away from Negan knowing that she was having so many thoughts right now but she could tell that Negan was genuinely worried about her. “I’m not your responsibility. You should be happy Negan and with me, I don’t think you’re ever going to have that.”

“Then you don’t know me like I thought you did,” Negan replied letting out a long exhale when she stepped back and headed for the apartment building. “Come home with us Y/N.”

“I can’t Negan,” she stopped at the doors and shook her head. “We’re beyond that at this point. I know that now. Especially after today. Have a good night, Negan.”

Leaving Negan and the kids actually hurt tonight. Especially with the way that Negan was looking at her when she made her way back into the building. Heading back upstairs, Y/N took notice of how Shane was already asleep on the couch with a bag of ice over his face from where Negan had beaten the snot out of him. Shaking her head, she went back to the bedroom to get ready for bed.

Once she laid down, it took a very long time for her to even fall asleep. Her brain was going through so many thoughts and emotions that she didn’t even know if she was healthy enough to comprehend them right now. One thing she knew for sure was what happened tonight could never happen again. When she finally did fall asleep, it wasn’t for very long because the sound of the front door being slammed was heard making her eyes flutter to an open.

Staring out at the pillow beside her, she sighed when she saw that it was bare. Even though she had expressed a distaste for the notes and the flowers that she was receiving every morning from Negan, she grew to miss it. Sighing, she pulled herself up out of bed and headed toward the kitchen to see Shane standing at the counter using his phone to look at his face after his fight with Negan.

“Hey, I got you something,” Shane nodded toward the cup of coffee and bag of something he had picked up from the local chain that was close to her apartment.

Taking a seat at the counter on one of her stools she sighed and watched Shane push the food out to her in front of her. Thinking about her life before all of this, she bit down on her bottom lip and shook her head, “You know every morning when I was with Negan, he used to cook me these ridiculous over the top breakfasts. For all of us really.”

“I’m not Negan,” Shane reminded her with a confused expression, his Adam’s apple bouncing in his throat. Rubbing at the back of his neck, Shane leaned back against the counter opposite of the island she was sitting at.

“No kidding,” she commented reaching for the coffee to take a sip of it knowing that the coffee at home with Negan was even better. Shaking her head, she sighed and looked to Shane with a blank gaze. “I’m going for a ride today. While I’m gone, I want you to get your things out of here. You’re not welcome here anymore. By the time I get home tonight I expect everything that’s yours to be gone. Including you.”

“Excuse me?” Shane snorted with a half smirk, his brown eyes narrowing as he stepped forward to brace his hands over the top of the counter on the island. “You’re joking, right?”

“Does it look like I’m joking?” her stare was deadpan while she clung to the coffee he got for her. Shane was stammering to say something when she stood up from where she was seated. “I don’t care how stressed my family may have made me. You have no right to put your hands on my children. Ever. Hitting me, even though I’m sure you’ll wave it off as a mistake last night—maybe I could have excused that. But then again not really. In all my time being married to Negan he never once hit me. We may have bickered, but not once did Negan hit me. If anything I was the more aggressive of the two. But when you touched my son, no matter the reasoning…I never want to see your face again. I made a lot of mistakes. More so recently, but the biggest one I made was you. So get the hell out of my house.”

“Hey,” Shane tried to follow her toward her bedroom while she gathered some things for herself that she would need for her drive. “I get that things were emotional last night, but I was just trying to defend you.”

“I don’t need defending because I’m the one that was wrong!” she screamed at Shane, turning on her heel to stare out at the man she brought into her life when she was at her worst. “I’m a shitty mom, Shane. I said horrible things to NJ. Things I can never make up for but putting your hands on him…you’re lucky I don’t sue you for it and take you for everything you have. Because you know I could. I could make you lose your job. I can make sure that no one ever hires you again Shane Walsh. So before you piss me off any further, get the fuck out of my apartment and never show your face again.”

“Wow,” Shane scoffed with a tense smirk, his head nodding slowly. “Yes ma’am.”

With a final glare, Shane moved toward the closet to grab a bag for him to start packing his things. Even though she was a lot of things Shane knew that she wasn’t fucking around. If she wanted to, she was capable of ruining his life easily. Even though she knew it was too late when it came to kicking Shane out of her life, she knew it was the right choice to no longer have him there because he was just a poison in her life that needed to be gone. And he needed to be gone now.

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Daemon Targaryen x whore!OC (Oneshot)

A/N: Guys! I tried my first smut ff. I hope it worked as I wanted it. So please enjoy this one. Don´t be so rude it was my first time writing this kind of content. If it is bad: I am so sorry. But I hope ya enjoy it. Have a great night/evening/day.

House of the Dragon Spoiler!

Warnings: Smut (18+), rude language, fluff

Words: 984

His view flowed over those three girls. One of them was tall, the other was small but had big breasts, and the last didn´t know what to do. She stood there and looked down at the floor. He smiled.

"My Lord you have to choose."

He looked at the man behind the girls. He was the man who owned the brothel.

"Let me see."

He walked around those girls. All of them were perfect. He knew when he took the first two, he would have fun as always. He knew the last one was new in the business. He knew that would be somehow different if he takes her.

"I chose the last one."

The owner raised an eyebrow.

"Are you sure? She doesn´t have any experience."

He nodded and waved so the others left, and the owner curtsied and left. The girl swallowed. She got sold by her dad because they didn´t have enough money. It was her first time with a man in a room, and she was completely naked.

"You shouldn´t be scared I won´t hurt you. It is your first time isn´t it?"

She nodded.

"Let's talk a little to warm up. You can put your dress on if you want."

So she did. He sat down on the mattress and pointed next to him. She sat down and looked at the floor. He lifted her chin.

"When you wanna attract someone, you should look them in the eyes."

She looked up. He was stunned by the blue of her eyes. They sparkled in the light of the sun. He smiled.

"I will ask you a few questions and you just have to answer. Alright: Where are you from?"

"The north My Prince."

"Great, but please stop calling me My Prince it won´t erect anyone. Next Question: What is your name, Sweetheart?"

"Isabella."

"What a beautiful name."

As he said that he leaned back and watched her looking at him. He smiled and she smiled shyly back.

"Why are you here?"

"My father sold me. After the death of my mother, we didn´t have enough money. All the money I get, I have to send to him."

He nodded and ran his fingers through his hair. He knew this was the right choice.

"So let me teach some simple things about that what will happen next. First: look me in the eyes no matter how ugly I am. Secondly: Touch me and don´t be shy. Men like it to be touched in certain areas. Third: If you are ready with a man, go to the toilet you won´t like to be pregnant, then your father won´t get money anymore. The last one: Remember all the time: Most things are just played by you. So you just play that you get an orgasm. But if that is real, don´t be so loud."

With the last sentence, she started to smile.

"Good that´s a beginning."

He touched her shoulder and massaged it slowly. She breathed in.

"Don´t worry, Darling. I know what I am about to do. If something happens and doesn´t suit you, say something, and I´ll stop, Alright?"

She nodded. He leaned forward to her and moved her face in his direction. His lips were parted, and she looked him in the eyes.

His Lips met hers. She felt how soft they were. She could feel one hand on her cheek and another on her waist. Her left hand slightly moved into his short hair. She never felt hair that was softer than his. He smiled and brushed one hand over her cheek. He slowly pushed her down. The soft cushions in her back got her back to reality. She felt his hand traveling down her body. She felt his cold hand meet one of her Legs.

"Tell me, honey, are you still a Virgin?"

She nodded, and he sighed. His right hand brushed a strain of hair of hers out of her face. She smiled and stroke over his cheek.

"You are too innocent to be a whore."

She blushed. He pressed his lips once again on hers. She felt the desire grow in her stomach and how his kisses got faster and with more passion. She felt his right hand on her inner thigh and sighed into his mouth. He used the moment and let his tongue slip into her mouth. As he touched her neck, she winced.

"Darling, I think if just found your soft spot."

He smiled and snuggled into her neck and started to kiss it. She sighed once again. He smiled.

"If you allow this step: I would like to put down your dress."

She looked at him. As he saw the insecurity in her eyes, he smiled at her and stroked her cheek.

"My dear, I already saw your body, and believe me, it is the most beautiful thing I´ve ever seen."

She smiled and opened the knot of her dress. He helped her to slip it down. She felt his cold hands on her back and got goosebumps.

As he freed her breasts, he smiled and lightly touched them.

"My dear you got beautiful breasts."

She laughed at this comment. He cupped her breast in his hands and squeezed them and felt under his touch how her nipples hardened. He put his mouth over one of them. She moaned as he stroked, at the same time over her inner thigh.

"That´s what I wanna hear."

She pulled him to her lips and kissed him with such urgency that he was stunned.

"I think you are ready now. Don´t worry it just hurts for a second, then you will feel like heaven."

He leaned his forehead against hers. Before he put his cock in front of her entrance he said:

"After this, you´ll be mine."

And he moved into her. She never felt better. It was like heaven. He was right this was heaven.

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Little Big Fan | Thirteen

— Little Big Sleepover

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Isabella ran to her room, her eyes welling up with tears, leaving you and Max bewildered. With widened eyes, you glanced at Max, wondering where you went wrong.

You had simply told her, with what you thought was proper precautions, that you and Max were together. Isabella looked between you and Max for a single second before shaking her head and leaving the room. 

You didn't think twice before following her, finding her cuddling her second favourite teddy bear as tears stained her cheeks. "Oh, angel" you muttered as you sat beside her on her bed. 

"Talk to me, sweetheart, do you not like Max?" you prompted. Isabella glanced up at you for a moment. Unbeknownst to you, she did it to check if you were upset with her before she could form a response but once she only saw comfort, she opened up about the situation. 

"He's a good friend," she started and you nodded along but remained silent. "But will you still love me if you like him?" Hearing her words, your heart broke. You wanted to know what prompted her to ask such a serious question, but you focused on addressing it first.

"I have loved you from the day you were born," you began, deciding to hold back on sharing the information that you even loved her while you were pregnant, mainly because you didn't want to start a new set of questions relating to pregnancy just yet. "I love you, Isabella, and my relationship with Max won't ever change that."  

Isabella decided that the comfort she received from the teddy bear wasn't enough, so she gently placed it to the side before crawling up into your lap. "Are you still going to spend time with me? Because daddy stopped doing that." 

Her question helped you see where her unease of your relationship with Max came from. "Daddy was busy with work, it wasn't because of a relationship, Bella." You didn't want her to believe Emma was the source of the problem, even if she had broken up with Tyler. 

Isabella's mouth dropped open, slowly understanding the situation but then she pouted, "daddy's always busy with work." 

"He's trying his best," you didn't want to influence a negative father-daughter relationship between them with your words, even though you wanted to agree with her. Plus you hoped that Tyler would clean up his act and become a present father. However, lately that hope has started to die down. 

"It's okay, Maxy spends time with me," Isabella added and you faintly smiled at the slight positive turn the conversation took. "Yes he does, did you know he's inviting us to the next race?" 

That sparked a happier reaction out of your daughter, "really?" You nodded, "yeah, do you want to go?" While she was buzzing with excitement at the idea of going to another race, you also noticed her hesitation to give you an answer. "You don't have to tell me now, think about it okay?" 

Isabella smiled, pleased that you understood her better than she did herself. Wrapping her arms around you, she mumbled, "okay, mama." 

You hugged her a little tighter than you usually do. "I promise nothing will change between us, it's just that mama likes Maxy a lot and wants to be with him too," you explained and felt her nod against you. 

You didn't let go until she did first, and she looked at you with a mix of confusion and mischief, "so like the three of us together?" Wiping away her drying tears, you were surprised by the significant change in her mood but was also glad that she was no longer crying. 

"Yes, what do you think?" You prompted again, back to square one but this time you received a much more positive reaction. "Mama, Maxy, and me, I like that." 

Then she giggled, "Maxy, you can come in now," she spoke, looking at the door that was left ajar. Hearing her words, Max entered her room with a tightlipped smile, not liking the fact that he was caught. 

"I didn't mean to stand there, I was just worried about you." Although he entered the room, he still stood by the door. He heard your entire conversation and knew that Isabella would be fine with your relationship, but she just needed time to adjust. However, he was still wary on her opinion of him. 

Isabella wiggled off your lap and stepped closer to Max. She gestured with her hand, asking him crouch down so she could be at eye-level with him. "My mama likes you, do you like her?" 

"I like her a lot," he answered after a split second of hesitation because he was about to say the wrong L word, but he didn't want to overwhelm Isabella, or you for that matter. Even though deep down he knew you returned the sentiment, it just wasn't said out loud yet. 

He knew that you would prefer to know Isabella's thoughts on your relationship before it goes any further, and he was totally okay with that. 

"Are you going to take car of her?" Isabella asked with her hands on her hips, attempting to look slightly intimidating. Max didn't have the strength to tell her that she looked more cute than intimidating. "Always."

Dropping her "intimidating" stance, she smiled and glanced at both of you. "Then, I'm okay." While Isabella's gaze remained on Max, his was on you and he noticed as you let out a sigh in relief. 

Shuffling closer to Max, Isabella hugged him just like she usually did and that's when Max could finally let out a sigh of relief. She turned to look at you, "can I go play?" 

"Of course, sweetheart." You waited until she left the room to invite Max to sit next to you, which he obliged to immediately. His hand quickly found your thigh, an action that brought comfort to both of you. "We still need to be careful around her," you stated, and turned your head to look at him. 

"Yeah, that's okay, we'll give her time," he agreed and then he asked a question that has been bothering him for a while. "Would you have ended our relationship if she wasn't okay with it?" 

"I'm going to be very honest, I didn't even think of that as a possibility." The corner of his lip turned up in a half smile, "so you knew everything would be fine?" 

You shook your head, "Deep down I knew that she was comfortable around you but I also didn't really want to think about leaving you if she wasn't. I wanted the best of both worlds." 

Leaning closer to you, he muttered, "I would've done anything to convince Isabella." You happily smiled at that thought, now knowing that day wouldn't come. "Well now that she knows, it would be very hard for you to leave us." 

Max pulled back, "who said I wanted to?" You shrugged, "I'm just putting the thought out there." 

He leaned back against the mattress, and pulled you with him. "I want you and your daughter in my life, for every moment." He brought your hand up to place a light kiss, "knowing that, are you sure you won't get tired of me?" He asked you. 

"Not at all," you said as you leaned over him to place a lingering sweet kiss against his lips. You both showed your love in various ways even though you didn't say the three words out loud. Whether it was through small acts you did together throughout the day, other long conversations, or something like this, where you subtly promised to be together forever.

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Later that night, Isabella was still very excited that Max was staying over. As you promised earlier, she noticed that nothing drastically changed after knowing about your relationship with Max. 

He was still undoubtedly kind to her, always agreeing to play with her even if that meant he had to purposely lose in the videogame over and over again just to see the biggest smile on her face. 

Even though you and Max had decided not to show too much affection around your daughter until she got used to seeing you two together, there were still the occasional stolen kisses and touches.

Especially when you two prepared dinner together—that is, until Isabella chose to accompany you both. Max suggested that she take a seat on the countertop so that she could see everything well. As you carried on cooking, you observed that Max was often sidetracked and would frequently stop what he was doing to indulge in a conversation with Isabella. 

The moments in front of you reminded you of a conversation you had with Max before you began dating. You had told him that your daughter would always be a top priority in your life, and if he didn't agree, you couldn't date him. You expected him to walk away, but he persuaded you that he wanted you both in his life. 

You smiled, relieved that you believed him since you were seeing the truth of his words in front of you as he willingly spent time with your daughter.  

Once you cleaned up after dinner, Isabella convinced Max to continue playing videogames. It was getting quite late into the night, but he couldn't exactly say no to her either, so they decided to play once more.

"No Maxy!" Isabella exclaimed with a laugh when he finally regained the upper hand and won the game, the last one of the night. 

"C'mon, time for bed now." You watched the back and forth conversation between them, especially at how Isabella tried to pout to convince him for another game. However, Max wasn't convinced this time. "Didn't you say you wanted me to read you a bedtime story?" 

"Yes, but I also want to play," Isabella confused herself, unable to choose one of the two options. "You can play tomorrow too," you suggested and she looked at him, "will you be here tomorrow?"

Once he nodded, she was satisfied. Isabella quickly helped clean up and rushed up the stairs with you and Max following behind. 

Max watched as you helped Isabella complete her nighttime routine, and she even commented that after some time, she wouldn't need any help. "You're growing up so fast," you responded. 

Soon enough Isabella was tucked into bed with the blanket up to her shoulders while Max read her a short story from one of her books. You let them enjoy that moment, and took that time to unwind from the day in your bedroom as well. 

Max returned while you were in the middle of your skincare routine, "is she sleeping?" you asked. He stood behind you, wrapping his arms around your waist and rested his chin on your shoulder. "She's snoring away," he responded, earning a chuckle from you. 

He watched you through the mirror patiently as you applied a few different products, raising his eyebrow in confusion when he didn't understand what it was. "What is that?" He couldn't help but ask. "A serum." 

Your answer didn't dissipate his confusion, and you laughed once you saw his expression. "Let's go to bed," you suggested once you finished up. 

The truth is, the idea of Max staying over was new to Isabella, but she had no idea that he has stayed over quite a few times. "I think I can finally sleep in as long as I want," Max commented once you two were settled in bed. 

"Well now she knows," you pressed a kiss to his cheek before cuddling closer. 

Every time Max had stayed the night, he would have to leave early in the morning to ensure that Isabella wouldn't see him. It wasn't a big deal because he was welcomed back a few hours later anyhow, but Max didn't get an opportunity to properly wake up next to you either. 

This time, he was looking forward to waking up next to you, knowing that it would be the first morning out of many more to come.

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a helping hand - daniel ricciardo

plot: you've always been close friends with Daniel's sister, so when you're asked to babysit one night, how can you say no? while you're babysitting, daniel makes a surprise visit, unaware that you'd be over. you and daniel have never gotten along, but can you suck it up for one night?

pairings: daniel ricciardo x reader warnings: language. light angst. smut. praising. unprotected. both!receiving. light fluff. word count: 1.8k

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“Well, isn’t this a surprise?”

You never shut a door so fast. Right outside of Michelle’s home was her stupid and smirking brother. Daniel held gift bags for his niece and nephew while you held back curse words as the kids ran up to the door, asking who it was.

“Come on, y/n, I barely see them,” he pleaded from the other side of the door, and you had to take a deep breath before making your next move.

You mumbled a ‘for fucks sake’ before opening the door. “Don’t expect anything nice from me again.” You averted eye contact with the driver as he walked in with the energy of a 5-year-old.

“Uncle Daniel!” The kids couldn’t help but squeal when they saw their uncle. But which kid wouldn’t when there are presents involved? You couldn’t deny the cuteness factor when he dropped the bags to pick up the two giggling children, but you weren’t there to watch Daniel’s uncle skills; you were there to help Michelle.

"Alright, Isabella has to go to bed. Keep an eye on Isaac in the meantime, would you?"

“See, what would you do without me?” Daniel spoke in a way that made his nephew burst into laughter as you picked up the little girl and headed off to put her to sleep.

You rolled your eyes at his comment. “Keep the noise down and try not to excite him too much while you’re at it. He’s next.”

“You got it, boss.”

After 30 minutes of trying to get Isabella to sleep, you quietly tiptoed out of the room, exhausted and desperate to get the little boy to bed so that you could get some rest.

You were ready for another half hour of suffering when the first thing you saw in the living room was Isaac asleep on the couch, in his uncle's arms, while Daniel watched TV. For a second, you felt grateful that the driver was there until you noticed the mess of new race car toys on the floor that you would have to clean up.

Daniel’s eyes shifted to you as he watched you walk in and kneel to the ground to clean up the toys. “I’ll take care of it, don’t worry.”

You were surprised to hear his voice but even more startled by the rough, tiredness of it and convinced yourself that you must be overly exhausted too since his tone made you feel some way.

You ignored him, continuing to put the toys in the bag. “It’s fine. You should probably get going anyway.”

“You sure?”

You looked up at him, done cleaning the mess and eagerly lay down at the end of the couch. “The kids are sleeping, and your sister will be home in 2 hours. Why else would you stay?”

“I can wait 2 hours.” You rolled your eyes at his reply. “Besides, who else is going to keep you company?”

“Go home, Daniel.”

“I am home, sweetheart.” The nickname made you throw a pillow at his head, carefully trying to avoid the sleeping child in between. “Yeah, I think it’s better if I do stay before you give anyone else a pillow concussion.”

You scoffed at his comment but couldn’t stop the smile from spreading across your face. Daniel didn’t stop to notice it too.

The story of you disliking each other started in high school. You were a year younger than Daniel but closer with his older sister since she tutored you in math. Despite that, you were more of a quiet kid, while Daniel was one of the most outgoing. When you started to gain some popularity in year 11, that was when Daniel began his pursuit to make you his. Although that didn't end well since you thought he was a dick the way he approached you, and Daniel was bitter because you were then known as the girl who rejected the Daniel Ricciardo.

Though after facing many more rejections over the years, Daniel came to accept it. While you still found him to be the same insufferable asshole from when you were 17 years old.

“So, how long has it been?” He asked the rough, tired tone of his voice still very much there.

“I’m not putting myself through small talk with you, Dan.” His eyes quirked up at the familiar nickname, and you rolled your eyes again, mad at your fuck up and knew he wasn’t going to let go of this one.

“Come on, sweetheart. Just talk to me.” As Daniel said that, Isaac began to move, and you froze, saying a silent prayer that he wouldn’t wake up. “I’ll put him in his bed, then we’ll continue this conversation.” He offered, and you stayed quiet as the driver slowly picked the little boy up and brought him to his room.

You watched as he paid close attention to not waking Isaac up and how his body reacted when the little boy leaned on him. A feeling of warmth took over you. “Whatever,” you whispered more to yourself and your thoughts.

Daniel was quick to return, sitting back down in the corner of the L-shaped couch, grinning because he was excited to talk to you since it’s been a while. His smile faltered when he saw you about to doze off.

“Sweetheart,” he whispered, testing the waters to see if you were asleep.

“What?” you groaned, still fully awake and upset about the sleep intrusion.

Daniel softly chuckled. “Cranky?”

“Don’t test me.” You tried to get comfortable on the couch, but it was no use.

So when Daniel pulled you into his body, your head softly landing on his chest and you finally felt a sense of comfort, you had no energy to move. “All comfortable, sweetheart?”

“Don’t ruin this, Dan,” you mumbled, making the driver chuckle.

After a few minutes passed, Daniel started to trace circles on your hip, causing you to stretch your leg over him. To add, you nuzzled into his chest, and your body fully leaned on his. In all honesty, you were utterly unaware of how turned on it was making him.

All hell broke loose when you moved on top of him a bit more. His hand held onto your waist before you could do any more damage, but that was practically self-sabotage since you opened your eyes at the touch. It was impossible not to notice the aroused state of the driver. He was hard, and there was no stopping it.

“Daniel,” you softly spoke, your heart rate picking up and your senses getting mixed up.

“Yes, sweetheart,” he gulped, his joking demeanour suddenly gone due to the fear that he may have completely ruined everything.

However, Daniel wasn’t entirely doomed. Earlier, whenever you closed your eyes, fantasies about Daniel doing unspeakable things to your body would take over. And that wasn’t the worst of it. The thoughts started to get to you, and one of the reasons you were so uncomfortable before was because you were getting so worked up.

When you and Daniel made eye contact, it didn’t take long to realize that you both wanted this. Daniel didn’t waste a second before lifting your chin up and connecting your lips with his.

The kiss was rough and full of energy, contrasting to what you both were feeling just a few seconds ago. You got settled on Daniel's lap, legs wrapped around his thighs as you straddled him. His hands went straight to your waist as yours tangled up in his hair. When he gently sucked on your bottom lip, you tugged at his curls which caused him to pull your body closer to his.

“Daniel,” you quietly moaned, and you could both hear the plead for him to continue in your voice. This couldn’t be happening. But you needed it to happen.

“Right here, sweetheart.” You were getting wetter by the second, and the clothes between you were merely irritating. He didn’t miss a beat as his hand stroked your ass and urged you down on his hard-on. “Tell me what you need.”

“Please,” was all you could come up with as Daniel’s fingers gently skimmed under your shirt and made your entire body shiver. The both of you couldn’t believe how desperate you were for this, tightly clenching on nothing and craving the filled-up feeling.

You didn’t hesitate to unbutton and unzip Daniel’s jeans, your lips still caught up with his. The kiss was getting deeper, his tongue pushing into your mouth before he broke away to flip you under him.

You lay back on the couch, biting your lip as you watched Daniel intently as he took his time to pull your bottoms off and licked his lips when he had you completely bare.

“You are so fucking edible, sweetheart,” he practically moaned as he could see your wetness dripping and couldn’t wait any longer to savour the taste he’d been missing his whole life.

The second his tongue made contact with your core, your head fell back, your eyes rolled, and the sensation of absolute bliss consumed you as Daniel lapped his tongue through your folds while one of his fingers plunged inside you. Daniel’s other hand had to cover your mouth to quiet down your glass-shattering moans that he still desperately wanted to hear.

He had you cumming on his tongue in minutes, the hand over your mouth not being enough to block out the screams of pleasure that left your lips.

It wasn’t long after that Daniel had you bent over on the couch, fucking you hard, clenching around his cock, and seeing stars from the number of times he had made you cum. Sweet praises constantly left his lips, saying ‘you’re doing so good for me,’ ‘you take me so well,’ ‘just like that,” and, of course, the constant use of his nickname for you ‘cum all over my cock, sweetheart,’ ‘you’re breathtaking, sweetheart.’

Daniel ended up cumming in your mouth. You were just as frantic to have him in your mouth as he did with your pussy. A mix of profanities and your name blurted out as he came down your throat, a groan following as he watched you swallow it all. You were by far the hottest fuck he had in his life, and he couldn't stop his pent-up feelings for you from returning.

As you lay cuddled on the couch, post getting cleaned up, dressed, and doing your best to tidy up the area, you knew this couldn’t be more than a one-night thing. But regardless, you ended up thinking about it until you fell asleep.

You melted when you woke up the next day, still wrapped in Daniel’s warm arms, but feeling groggy and unstable as you attempted to walk to the bathroom.

Heading back into the kitchen, you not so gracefully tripped and could hear Michelle chuckle as she shook her head in disbelief. Daniel shot you a grin as you joined the two for a coffee, and you couldn’t help but think that maybe him being an asshole wasn't so bad after all.

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Yours Submissively ~ Pamper

Steve Rogers X OFC Isabella Davis

Summary: Five Years after the events of Civil War, Steve Rogers has moved on from avenging and has started his own business, Grant Inc. He has a secret that would turn his world upside down. And he's good at keep that secret. Until he meets the woman with violet eyes that could bring him to his knees. Now his mission is to make her, his. But she is the key that could bring the world into balance... or chaos.

And she has no idea.

Series Warnings: slow burn at the beginning, smut, angst, sexual themes of BDSM, dom/sub dynamics, kidnapping, loss of virginity, (and a bunch of others that will come up)

A/N: the taglist is open!

Dividers by @firefly-graphics

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Previous: Communication

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Arriving at the penthouse, Belle immediately went to her “room” in the apartment.  She looked around while Steve followed and leaned on the door frame.  He watched as she inspected the bed, vanity and dress, which was filled with clothes.  She picked up a tank top and saw that it was her size. She looked at Steve.  “Bucky has a great eye for sizes.  I just gave it to the personal shopper at Nordstroms.”

“All of these are for me?”

“Of course.  I said I would take care of everything.”

“Steve, this is too much.  You’re taking me shopping as well.”

Steve grew upset.  “Isabella, you promised to try.”

“I didn’t know it would be getting a whole new wardrobe. This is a lot.”

“Ok, fair but I want to do this for you.”

Isabella sighed.  “Fine. You’re right; I did promise to try.” She moved to her bag and removed the few items she had packed.  She hadn’t been kidding about the stuffed bunny, but she also brought her favorite perfume, her makeup bag and a blanket.

“Blanket?”

She looked up at Steve.  “Yeah, sorry.  It was one of my dad’s.  When I get scared…” she trailed off.

“I understand. But you know, no harm will come to you.”

Belle was grateful.  “Thanks, Steve.” She placed the empty bag in the closet and headed for Steve.  “So what did you have planned now?”

“Thought we could sit and talk. Mrs. Lewis made some desserts for us.”

“Sure.”  Steve took Belle’s hand and went to the living room.  Steve had set out some blankets and pillows and had a bottle of wine on the table.

“It’s Moscato.  I saw it at your apartment.”

“It’s my favorite.  I’m more of a sweet taste kind of girl.”

“I saw that.  You loved that cheesecake way too much.” Steve chuckled as Belle glared at him.

“Cupcakes and cheesecake are God’s perfect foods,” she said with conviction.

“Really?”  Steve slid his arm around her.  “And what if I ate said cupcake off of you?”

Belle shivered. “It’s up to you if it’s the perfect taste.”

“I could find out from you.” He kissed her behind her ear.

She held in the moan and moved herself away.  “Ok, I thought this was a getting to know each other kind of thing.”

“I was trying to get to know you.  Just in a different way.”  Steve smirked.  “Fine, favorite music.”

“80s.  Perfect for dancing and singing along. You?”

“40s, also perfect for dancing and singing.”

They went back and forth on the questions.  Belle inched closer and closer to Steve as the wine and the time started to get to her. Soon she was asleep on his shoulder.  He had learned so much and made mental notes on how to make her stay with him more comfortable.  He lifted her gently and took her to her room.  She had changed earlier to a camisole and unicorn pajamas which had made him chuckle.  He got her under the covers and kissed her forehead.  “Good night sweetheart,” he whispered.

The next morning, Belle woke up disoriented.  How did she get here?  She recognized the room and remembered her evening with Steve.  He was interesting and funny.  She liked his company.  But when she looked over to see the other side un-rumpled, disappointment flooded her.  She liked sleeping next to him, his warm body a comfort.  He kept the dreams, the nightmares away. She stretched and headed for the shower.

She came downstairs to find Steve and Bucky seated on the couch, sipping from mugs.  She stopped, unsure of how to act around Bucky. All of their interactions started on accident, so she froze in the doorway.  Steve, however, heard her and turned to face Belle.  “Good morning sweetheart.”

“H-Hi,” she stuttered.

Bucky cleared his throat.  “Good Morning, Belle.  I see we went for fully dressed this morning,” he said with a smirk.

Steve glared at his best friend.  “Shut up jerk.  Don’t embarrass her,” as he saw the pink flood Belle’s cheeks.  He stood up and went over to Belle and gave Belle a peck on the lips. “How did you sleep?”

“Ok.”  She didn’t want to give away the nightmare she had.  “Umm, did you want me to make some breakfast?”

“We can go out, if you want.”

“No, its fine.” Belle straightens up. “French toast?”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to, Steve.” He smiles, melting her a little. “Will Mr. Barnes be joining us?”

“Mr. Barnes?”

“I don’t know how to address him.” Belle flushed again.

“You can call him James or Bucky, sweetheart.  Unless you want to keep it formal with him.”

“I’ll do whatever you say.  He’s your friend, help, wait, shit.”  She covered her face.

Steve chuckled. “Breathe, Isabella. He can be your friend too.  His number is in your new phone as well.  I want you to be comfortable.”

“Ok.”  Belle took in a deep breath.  “Bucky, will you be joining us for breakfast?”

“Only if you are ok with it,” he called back with a smile and a wink. “And that you continue to wear pants.”

Isabella groaned from the reminder of the last meal they shared and buried her face into Steve’s chest.  He laughed and held her close. “I can kill him if you’d like sweetheart.”

This got the laugh he was looking for.  “Maybe later. I’m going to start cooking.”

He kissed her forehead.  “I left a mug of coffee for you on the counter.”

“Thanks.”  She headed in and looked for her ingredients.  She saw the mug and opened it to see it has cream already in it.  She sipped and noticed it was made how she liked it.  She smiled.  The consideration Steve took to remember how she prepared her coffee from over a week ago was sweet.  She pulled breakfast together and served it on the dining room table.  “Gentlemen, breakfast is served.”

Steve and Bucky came in to a surprise.  Belle had worked quick but pulled off an amazing breakfast of french toast, bacon, and fresh fruit.  Orange juice and a carafe of coffee sat in the center.  “Isabella, you did all this?”

She shrugged.  “No big deal.”  Steve sat at the head of the table with Bucky and Bella on either side.

He took a bite and stopped.  The warm vanilla, cinnamon flavor spread in his mouth and he closed his eyes.  He savored the bite.  “Isabella, that has to be the most amazing french toast I have ever had.”

Bucky hummed in agreement. The girls that Steve brought previous couldn’t cook and he avoid dining with Steve on the weekends.  But he knew he needed to make an effort if he got food like this.  “Seriously, its good.”

“Thanks guys.” Belle ate, avoiding eye contact, embarrassed by the praise.  “So what is the plan for today?”

“Today is shopping and than the benefit.  I figured that you would like to pick your own dress for the party.”

“What’s the theme?”

“It’s a Monte Carlo theme event.  You can play some casino games, dance, anything really.”  He took a sip of coffee.  “Its not as formal as the gala from a few weeks ago.”

“Ok.  Well, then I’m going to clean up and grab my purse.”  Belle stood and reached to take the plates when Bucky stopped her.

“You cook, I’ll clean.  The least I can do.”

“Thank you Bucky.”  She stood up and left the room.

Sitting in the back of the  SUV, Belle began to realize the enormity of attending an event with Steve.  The press would be there, taking her picture.  She started to get nervous.  Steve felt her tense in his hand.  “Isabella?”

“I’m sorry.  It just hit me  how big of a deal it is to go tonight.”  She paled a little bit more.  “All those cameras…” she trailed off.

“Ok, relax, its ok.”  Steve rubbed  his thumb over her knuckles.  “You don’t have to walk in the front.  I can have Bucky take you through the  back.”  He pulled her hand up to his lips.  “I promise.  Nothing is going to happen to you.”  He could feel her relax.

“I’m sorry.  It’s just, I’ve never been in the spotlight.  My dad kept things very quiet.  Especially when he was on work trips.  This is all new to me.”

“I’ve got you sweetheart. I’ll  take care of  it.  Let’s find  you something ok?”

Bucky let them out at Bloomingdale’s and Steve took her up to the dress area and took a seat. Belle looked  around but was intimated by the amount  of gowns.  She looked  lost until a woman approached.  “Hi, I’m Suzy Phillips.  Mr. Rogers sent me over to help you pick a dress for tonight.”

Belle looked over at Steve who looked up from his phone and smiled at her.  He sat on an oversized couch.  Belle turned back to Suzy.  “Thank you Miss Phillips.”

“It’s my pleasure.  So I know its not a super formal event but do you know what you are looking for.  With your dark hair and amazing eyes, you would look killer in anything really.”

Belle blushed at the compliment.  “It’s a Monte Carlo theme so I was thinking black.”

“Good choice.  You have long legs,” Suzy looked her over, “and I think a shorter dress would work.  Nothing scandalous but just enough to tease.”  Suzy started to pull dresses and taking them  back to the dressing room.  Belle followed and tried dress after dress.  Belle got frustrated until she got to the last  one.   It was a strapless sweet heart dress with a tulle skirt.  She tried it on and it fell just to her knees.  It was flirty and fun. “I know just the shoes,” Suzy said.

She left and came back with a pair of black stilettos pumps but the shoe and heels was covered black sparkles.  “You are going to look amazing in this.”

Belle gave a genuine smile.  “I don’t have to show him, right?”

“No,” Suzy smiled.  “Let’s leave it as a surprise. I’ll take it up and ring it up.”

Belle got dressed and headed out to Steve.  He stood up as she approached.  “Did you find something sweetheart?”

“I did.  She is wrapping it up for me.”

“I don’t get a sneak peek?”  Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Nope. Sorry.  Have to find a way to surprise you.”

Steve huffed.  “As long as they match these, its fine.” He pulled a black velvet box from his pocket.  For you.  He pinched it open to show a pair of drop earrings of sapphires and diamonds.  “They don’t match the exact color of your eyes but they should help your eyes sparkle.”

Belle stared at them.  “I can’t…”

“Yes, you will.” Steve pinched her chin, forcing her to keep her eyes on him. “Please.”

“Thank you,” Belle whispered as Steve got closer.  He kissed her gently, but the intensity was no less than before. The stood with their foreheads pressed together until he kissed her nose and pulled her to a different part of the store.  It had lingerie of different styles.

“Pick what works, I won’t look.  I need to get a new tie.”

“Blue,” Belle blurted out.  Steve looked at her surprised.  “Dark blue, to match my earrings.”

Steve smiled. “Yes, dear.” He kissed her forehead and left.  Belle stopped and selected her undergarments.  Everything was packaged up as Steve walked back in.  He handed his card and signed, never bothering to look at the total.  He took the bags from Belle, and they walked back to the exit.

Bucky jumped out to help with the bags and Steve helped Belle into the car.  They drove to a café for lunch.  Over soup and sandwiches, Steve asks, “so do you know how to play any casino games?”

“Uh, blackjack because its easy and like basic poker,” Belle replies, a twinkle showing in her eye.

“Basic?”

“Yeah, five cards, best hand, whatever.  I’ve played a couple of time with MJ and Peter. Usually with candy as our bets,” she says with a giggle.

“Well, the benefit had an entry fee, which I took care of, and they will hand us our chips to play with.  I think the most chips at the end of the night win a prize.”

“That sounds like fun.” 

Steve looked at his watch.  “We gotta go.  I have someone coming by to help with your hair and makeup.”

Belle just nodded, getting used to the opulence that Steve provided. Steve took it as a good sign.  They left the diner and head back to the penthouse.  Belle went to her room with her bags and laid everything but her dress out.  She changed into a silk robe after slipping on her undergarments.

“Belle? Are you ready?” Steve called through the door. She opened to find another man and woman with Steve.  “Belle, this is Marco and Marie.  They will help with your hair and makeup for tonight.”

“Nice to meet you.”  Belle was whisked to her bathroom where there was a director’s chair set up.  Marco started to work on Belle’s hair while Marie started on her face.

“Half up, yes, with curls,” Marco said after looking at her dress.  “Flirty.”  Belle nodded. 

Marie kept her makeup light, only highlighting her eyes but adding a bright red lip.  “No need to add to your eyes, just mascara but let those lip pop.”

An hour later and Belle was getting ready to put on her dress.  Steve came by his shirt still unbutton at the top.  “You almost ready?”

“Just my dress,” Belle replied.  “And shoes, I guess.”  She fastened the earrings on. “I’ll be down in a few minutes.”

“You look beautiful already sweetheart.”  Steve came and kissed her forehead.  “I’m just finishing up. See you in a few.”

Belle stopped to calm her heart.  The man was going to be the death of her.  She pulled off the robe and stared at the black corset with blue ribbons.  The panties matched with a little blue bow and a garter holding her thigh high stockings.  She slipped the dress over her head and realized she needed help with the zipper, getting it only halfway up.  She slipped on her shoes, grabbed her clutch and headed downstairs.  Waiting was Steve in a black suit with the dark blue tie.

He turned as he heard her heels and drew in his breath.  She looks gorgeous in her strapless dress and he felt his cock twitch in his pants.

“Hi,” she said.  “I need help with the rest of the zipper.”  She made it to the bottom and pulled her dark hair away. Steve moved to pull the zipper up, running a finger along her spine, causing her to gasp.  He spotted the top of the corset and fought the urge to start kissing her back.  When he finished, he spun her and took a step back.

“You look exquisite, Isabella. If I hadn’t promised to attend, we wouldn’t leave.”  Belle gasped at his comment.  “Now I can’t wait to get home.  So let’s go before I change my mind.”

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Redamancy: Chapter Eighteen

Series Summary: What happens when your soulmate is a vampire that struggles to maintain a diet of trying not to kill you? Common sense says run for the hills, nothing is worth your life - but my heart is whispering why not, what’s there to lose?

Warnings: Cuss words and angst, my bread and butter rn

Notes: I’m so sorry this is late tonight! I’m still reeling from Tuesday night’s Sleep Token concert… it was honestly life changing. I’ve been working on this chapter all day so I hope you like! I promise I’m trying to get through New Moon without dragging it out longer than necessary, I just need to set up certain things for… things👀

Word Count: 2383

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• January 17th, 2006 • Home •

Reader

Long, cold fingers trail across my cheekbones - featherlight and almost reverent in their exploration. Cool lips brush my hairline and I can feel the smile against my skin. A grin tilts the corner of my mouth and I roll over to push my face into the hard chest at my side to just get a few more moments of sleep.

But my face didn't meet his chest, I rolled right onto a cool pillow.

I flip back over and blink at the ceiling of my bedroom. The fan begins to swim as the familiar tickle of tears threatens to bubble over the corners of my eyes, it was a dream.

Sleep used to be the reprieve from these feelings, but he’s bleeding into my subconscious too. Fuck, is this just life from now on? Not only just pining after someone by day, but dreaming of him by night too?

“How was your night out, sweetheart?” My mom calls as she hears me descend the stairs.

The scent of bacon and pancakes wafts down the hallway and my stomach rumbles in anticipation.

“The movie kinda sucked, but I think everyone had fun.” I go for the vague answer, not wanting to scare her by trying to explain Bella’s theory-on-danger test.

“Oh? What movie did you see?” Her eyebrows pinch together as she tosses the question over her shoulder.

“The new one that just came out about zombies, it had jump scares and chase scenes that had me scared out of my mind the entire time. And after the movie, Jessica went on this rant about how it might have a double meaning for leprosy, I had to fight not to laugh.” Pouring two glasses of orange juice, I set the table as I explained.

“Dear Lord, I worry about that girl sometimes.” Dishing food onto my plate, she pauses. “I’m glad you had a good night out.”

I opt to shove food in my mouth instead of responding to her quiet comment. Halfway through my pancakes, the familiar crunch of gravel under old tires sounds from the driveway.

“Who-?” But I’m peaking through the blinds before she could finish the thought.

“It’s Bella Swan.” I glance at my mother with raised brows before dashing to the front door.

Swinging it open before her raised fist could knock, “What are you doing here?”

“I uh, I came by to see if you wanted to hang out at the Rez with me today? I’m going to see Jacob if you want to tag along.” She toes her shoe on the corner of our welcome mat as she digs her hands in her jacket, nervous.

“Of course, let me go change! You’re more than welcome to come in while you wait.” I dash up the stairs before she can answer, leaving the door open for her to walk in.

“Isabella Swan! I’m so happy to see you stop by dear!” I sigh as I hear my mom’s over-excited voice drift through the house.

I try to hurry and swap my sweats for jeans before my mom could drill her for more information about last night. I love the woman to death, but her middle name might as well be nosy.

Snagging my current read from my desk after tugging on my ratty pair of chucks, I rush back downstairs.

“Ready!” I call to Bella.

“Thanks for letting her hang with me, Mrs. Y/l/n.” I hear Bella tell my mom before escaping the kitchen.

“Anytime dear, you hardly even have to ask.” My mom winks at me from over Bella’s shoulder and I roll my eyes playfully in response as we head out of the front door.

“Be safe you two! Call if you need anything!” Shouting from the front porch with a smile and a wave, I return the wave once I’m settled in the old red truck.

Turning onto the road, I dive right into my curiosity, “Okay so what’s really going on today?”

“We’re actually going to the Rez, but it’s a surprise.” She hooks a thumb over her shoulder to the bed of the truck.

Twisting, I notice something rather large covered with a tarp in the back. “And what is that?”

“Actually, what are those. And they were free, you’ll just have to wait and see.” Drumming her thumbs on the steering wheel to some imaginary beat, I huff and face forwards again.

If I had to go by any indication of what happened last night, this surprise doesn’t bode well.

• Black residence, La Push Indian Reservation •

Reader

Climbing from the old red truck, a tall and tan guy comes running up to meet us. Well - Bella, if his eyes souly trained on her is any indication of his attention.

“Bella! Where the hell have you been loca?” I notice the wide grin on his face causes one to appear on Bella’s, interesting.

Looking over her shoulder after spinning her in a circle, this Jacob guy finally notices me, “And who is this?”

“Oh that’s Y/n Y/l/n, a friend from school. I hope you don’t mind I asked her to tag along?” She finishes sheepishly, but he shakes her concern away and extends a hand towards me.

“Jacob Black, nice to meet you.” He flashes me a much smaller smile as I accept his handshake and nod with a small smile of my own.

“I uh, also brought you something.” Pointing at the tarp-covered-mass in the bed of her truck before flicking up a corner to show us. “It’s a little crazy.”

My eyes widen as I take in the two dirt bikes.

“Wow, scrap metal. You shouldn’t have.” Jacob jokes, already sensing the train wreck this is about to be.

“I saved them from the junkyard.” Glancing between us to measure our looks, “I think they’ll probably cost more to fix than they’re worth, but then I thought that I’d I had a mechanic friend to help me out then-”

“Oh - me, being the mechanic-type friend?” A half-laugh slips out of him as he puts the puzzle pieces together.

“That’s right.”

“Since when are you into motorcycles?” His question takes me back to last night and I play with the drawstrings on my worn hoodie anxiously.

“Since now.” A pause as she assesses him, “I get it if you think this is really stupid. And reckless-”

“It’s completely stupid and reckless.” She visibly deflates at his confirmation.

“Bella, I’m not sure this is the best idea-” but he cuts me off before I finish.

“When do we start?” Both of us snap our eyes to his face, searching for the punchline.

“Um, now! Please?” Bella responds dazed.

“Alright.” Jacob immediately reaches for the first bike to unload our new projects.

“Oh hey, be careful those things are actually-” He lifts them as if they’re toys instead, “Really heavy. Jake, you’re like, buff. How did that happen, you’re like sixteen.”

“Age is just a number baby, what are you like forty now?”

Bella’s eyes immediately meet mine and my breath stutters for a second at the discussion of age, something the both of us are all too aware of.

“Feels like that sometimes.”

We both follow him into the garage around the side of his house as he pushes both bikes inside. Settling onto the old couch behind where Jacob works, I dive into my book while Bella watches him take everything apart.

Over the weekend, Bella drops me off and picks me up again to hang out while Jacob works away at the first bike. It’s comfortable, relaxing and enjoying their company without having to feel like I need to contribute, my presence being all that Bella wants from me.

Soft music drifts from his radio perched nearby, but Bella leans over to switch it off.

“This song's good, you don’t like it?”

“Um, I don’t really… like music anymore, kind of.” Bell’s confession causes me to reread the page I’m on, sadness spilling into my chest and distracting me from the words on the page, because I get it.

“Okay, no more music.” Jacob gets back to cranking on one particularly stubborn bolt and I meet Bella’s eyes over the top of my book, a knowing look passing between us.

We’re two sides of the same sad coin, no matter how you flip it, the outcome is always the same - hurt and anger and denial. There’s no winning anything tossing this coin - it’s the crusty penny that’s forgotten about on a sidewalk somewhere facing tails-up. Nobody wants it because it’s not bringing you good luck and there’s so few people in this world that are the type to stop and flip it over for the next person. That’s what it feels like, watching everyone pass us by as they live life, no one to stop and pick us up.

Except maybe for Jacob, for Bella at least. Meanwhile, I have him in my dreams.

Light knocking echos in the large space, “Yo Jake, you in there?” Two boys emerge from the slightly open door.

“It’s okay, it’s just my boys.” Jacob informs us as he sees us tense at the intrusion.

“Hey Jake.” They both greet their friend while observing us.

“Hey guys, this is Bella,” Directing a hand towards her and then me, “And this is Y/n.” Turning to look at us now, he points at the two newcomers, “That’s Quil and Embry.”

“I’m Quil Atera.” Nodding in our direction, trying to play it cool.

I cover my mouth to stifle a giggle at the obvious flirtation.

“So the bike building story is true?” Quil Atera asks.

“Oh yeah, I taught him everything he knows.” Another giggle threatens to burst at her mock-serious answer.

“What about the part where you’re his girlfriend?”

I immediately choke on my laughter at Bella’s surprise, girlfriend?

“Actually we’re friends.” Bella fires back and I cringe.

“Ooo-burn!” Embry teases.

“Actually, I remember I said she’s a girl and a friend.” Jacob says, trying to cover his blunder with his friends.

“Embry, do you remember him making that distinction?”

“Nope.” Embry pops the ‘p’ to exaggerate the embarrassment.

“So you guys have girlfriends, that’s awesome.”

Jacob immediately busts out laughing at her comeback, “Yeah right, Quil's actually taking his cousin to prom.”

“Oh ouch.” This time I jump in to acknowledge the burn.

“Yeah that’s still alright. You want funny, Black? I’ll give you funny!” Quil launches at Jacob and the two go at it like kids at recess trying to take each other to the ground in a play-fight.

Embry lumbers over to us and we take turns laughing and placing bets on the two rough-housers. It’s starting to feel normal, hanging out with other people again.

Just not the normal I wanted.

• January 17th, 2006 • Ithaca, New York •

Jasper

A soft knock at my bedroom door raises my eyes from my book.

I wasn’t actually reading, it was more of a stare-and-daydream sort of thing. The words weren’t registering on the page, but her eyes were. They filled the gaps between sentences, her smile occupied the margins, her laugh drowned out the page turns.

It was useless trying to think of anything else, she was everywhere I looked. I didn’t have the option of sleep, but I know that wouldn’t be a reprieve either.

“Carlisle and I are going hunting, would you like to join us sweetheart?” Esme’s voice has always been kind and her emotions are even kinder. Patience, hopefulness, and the worst: love and understanding. Those two hurt the worst, understanding felt more like pity and the love? There was only one person’s love I wanted to feel, everyone else’s paled in comparison.

“I’m fine, not hungry.” If my gravely voice didn’t give my lie away, my black eyes certainly did.

Pain, sadness, pity-

Anger flares in my chest at the last one and I’m up from my chair in a flash, turning my gaze away from my adoptive mother and out my window. The split second of anger I felt towards Esme adds another speck of rot to the inside of my chest.

“I-I’m sorry hun, I didn’t mean to-”

“It’s fine, I’ll be fine.” Looking over my shoulder, but not quite meeting her eyes, “Enjoy your hunt with Carlisle.”

She’s gone half a second later, her light perfume drifts through my empty room and it makes me regret being short with her.

“The fuck is your deal?” Annoyance seeps from Rosalie in my doorway.

“The fuck is yours, Rose?” Long gone is the southern gentleman I was raised to be as I spin around.

“You. You and Edward. This sulk in my room and refuse to function bullshit!”

“What does it matter to you? You have Emmett, you have everything you want-”

“Stop right there.” Her tone was absolutely lethal and I know why. “You’re throwing her away and forcing everyone else to too-”

“You don’t get to lecture me on her-”

“I can and I will! It’s quite literally tearing this family apart!” Her slender finger pokes the middle of my chest and I temper the urge to snap it.

“Since when do you give a shit about this family?” I sneer back at her.

“I care about how this is eating at the sister I never had growing up. I give a shit about how this is killing the light in my husband’s eyes. I care about how it’s hurting Esme to see two of her sons struggling for no reason. And believe it or not, I care about you and Edward too.” She pauses, eyes flicking between mine, searching. “One fuck up-”

“It wasn’t just a fuck up!” I grip her upper arms and shake her lightly. “I could’ve killed her! I went fucking nuclear and with her there is no room for fuck ups!”

“You’re in love with her.” The realization surprises her.

“It’s more than that.” I drop the hold I have on her and begin pacing.

“Mates?” Now the real shock settles in on my sister.

I don’t stop pacing, letting my silence answer for me.

“Fuck.” Rose’s response is beginning to feel like a summary of my life now.

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