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pinkflames · 1 year
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No one:
Grian for the entirety of session 3:
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hunter’s eye bags just keep getting bigger someone let this boy get some sleep
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fastfists · 1 year
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Sorry haven’t been around much...Knuckles is being a stubborn muse =w=;;;
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woahhiperson · 2 years
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peachesofteal · 4 months
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Light on - single mom/neighbor fic Simon Riley/female reader
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Simon wakes up before you.
At first, he forgets. He blanks on the fact that you’re in his bed, curled up against his side, lips slightly parted and pressed against his bicep, a leg haphazardly thrown over his thigh.
When he realizes, he freezes. Turns his head just so, enough that he can see you, stare at where your lashes lay against your cheek, the exposed part of your shoulder, peeking out from your too big t shirt with a stretched out neck. The sun has just barely come up, peeking through the curtains, shining across the bed and the slope of your body, curves and lines all mapped out across his own sheets and blankets, his own pillow the one supporting your head.
He should feel bad. He knows. And he does, a bit. Feels awful that most of your stuff is ruined and the building manager is slow moving, taking his time getting a recovery team into your flat.
But he also feels grateful. Lucky. Stupefied. Here you are… in his bed.
You twitch, eyes moving in your sleep, and then your face burrows farther between him and the pillow, nose pressing against his skin, your hand curling up between his ribs and your chest, still blissfully drifting, soft puffs of air tickling across his arm.
On instinct, pulled along by some magnetic force, his fingers glance across your forehead, to your temple. You still don’t stir, and he strokes the pad of his thumb along the apple of your cheek, soft skin beneath him a marvel on its own. His girl. In his bed.
The baby monitor sparks alive. It’s crackly and cranky, fresh morning tears calling to you from the other room, and you wake instantly, blinking your eyes open, orienting yourself. You look exhausted, long night of trying to sort through your belongings catching up quick, and he can’t stand the idea of you dead on your feet.
“Morning.” You’re a little shy, hesitant, and it melts him, makes him want to pull you in tight, keep you in his arms forever.
“Morning.” You try to shake the stupor of sleep free, half moving to your elbows before he cups your shoulder. “I’ll get ‘er.” He murmurs.
“I can, it’s fine. She’ll need a clean nappy.” You tell him, half asleep again, and he leans down, brushing his lips onto your forehead.
“I know. Rest, sweetheart. I’ll bring her in.”
Emmaline is displeased for the first ten minutes she’s awake. Simon changes her, and manages to get her into a new onesie, remembering how you always get her fresh clothes first thing in the morning. He’s cautious, moving her legs and arms into sleeves and maneuvering her as carefully as he can, his touch gentle, supportive as he sits her up. She settles once he’s finished, babbling as he carries her back to bed.
“You’re talkative this mornin, huh sweet pea?” She reaches for him, little fingers stretching out across what he imagines must feel like a great distance, trying to pull at the mussed strands of his hair. “Alright, alright.” She wriggles, small smile on her face, revealing a barely there white ridge in her bottom gum, a tooth poking through. “Let’s say hi to mum. Want to see mama? And then we’ll get some breakfast. How’s that sound?”
“There she is.” You hum, reaching for her when he crosses the threshold of his bedroom. She goes without fuss, cuddling into your arms, and Simon’s breath hitches, heart stumbling in his chest at the two of you. “What is it?” You whisper, frowning, and as he shakes his head, you hold your hand out to him, beckoning him close, urging him back into the bed. “C’mere then?” He’s so weak for you, easily swayed by just the bat of your eyelashes, so sweet and pretty, his shining glimpse of sun in such a bleak life. He folds, sliding back in beside you, an arm above your head, his finger now in the grip of Emma’s hands, the digit being dragged to her teething mouth. You smile, at her, and then up to him, kissing her cheek with a loud smacking sound, the affection making her squeal with a delighted giggle. If he was standing, he thinks his knees would be weak. He thinks he might be on the floor at the sight, the reality, of what this is, what this is growing into, and he clears his throat, trying to chase away the emotion that knots in the back of his throat as he keeps his eyes locked on the two of you.
His girls. In his bed.
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raitonsfw · 1 month
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thinking about fushiguro toji...
and him completely failing to calm down crying baby megumi.
he’d look at you with a bit of a desperate look as he held the small child over the crib, who was currently wailing at the top of his little lungs. and of course, you’d help the poor man because he had no fucking idea what he was doing.
“why’s he crying huh? did i do something wrong?” he’d ask you, plopping megumi into your outstretched arms, his tiny fingers wrapping around yours with a quiet sob. and you figure it out immediately, his other hand practically being gnawed on– he was hungry. 
but how would toji know that– he's not a mother. hell, he’s barely a father. he couldn’t tell his left foot from his right, let alone figure out a baby’s needs; whether it be a bottle or a nappy change. and you were thinking of having a kid with him once megs was older? yeah, that was going to be an ordeal alright. 
and when you did get pregnant, barely half a year later– he was freaking the fuck out. his mind raced, he wasn’t ready for this; as megumi climbed onto his lap to play with a race car toy. 
“you think the baby’ll hate me like megs…” he’d question as his large hands held your bump while you lounged on the sofa, the tv blaring with some type of sport. his eyes would peer up towards yours as his thumbs swiped over your waist, anxiousness overtaking his expression. “…i mean, he couldn’t even give me the damn satisfaction of his first word.” 
and of course he’d still be pressed about cat being baby megumi’s first word, the poor bastard… you’d chuckle at the thought – at the pout that toji gave you – and you’d reach down to assure him that the baby would love his father. and he’d huff against your belly, giving it a defeated kiss before the baby monitor sounded next to you two.
“megumi’s up... your turn, y/n.”
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© raitonsfw hc's '24 • dad! f. toji • divider credit; @hitobaby
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a/n: no smut this time, next time mayhaps. i really just needed to get this outta my system.
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waitingforminjae · 1 year
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damn if y'all don't let this dude get some SLEEP 😭
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hongthoven · 19 days
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「✦Mist ✦」 ʰᵒⁿᵍʲᵒᵒⁿᵍ ˣ ʳᵉᵃᵈᵉʳ ⁽ˢᵐᵘᵗ⁾
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one-shot 𖹭 4.5k w
pairing 𖹭 kim hongjoong (ateez) x fem reader
tags 𖹭 smut; established relationship; rough sex; car sex; jealousy; possessiveness; bit of dirty talk if you squint
✏️ Hongjoong is the jealous kind - you know it, everyone around you knows it, but what was supposed to be a chill night out with your friends takes an unexpected turn when your boyfriend accidentally hears about a past fling including one of the boys sitting at the table next to you.
pls reblog & comment if you like it 𖹭
© hongthoven
“He’s gonna blow this off. You just watch”
An uneventful, typical Friday night at your local bar with your usual gang, dusting off the reminiscence of a neverending busy week of work and pretending to enjoy the company of people you wish you didn’t even have to interact with daily. With his elbows pressed against the table as he lifts himself to get a perfect view over the bar where one of your friends disappeared merely a minute ago, Seonghwa can’t contain the hysterical laughter shaking him to the bones as you all sit there watching another chaotic cry for attention from the man who’s about to use another infamous cringy pick-up line to get into the bartender’s pants. 
While you’re not always proud to introduce him as such, Wooyoung has been granted with the best-friend status ever since you were still crawling in your nappies and struggling with the concept of syllables; and even though there was a time he used to be cute enough to get out of an awkward situation, watching him make an absolute fool of himself sits inevitably at the top three things you like to do on a Friday night– having Hongjoong there by your side only sprinkles an ounce of perfection to this moment, your boyfriend primarily acting like the cherry on top of every mundane situation. And right now, with his palm tucked between your closed thighs and his forehead occasionally resting against your shoulder every time he starts to laugh a little bit too loud at your friend’s misery, Hongjoong definitely looks like the tastiest dessert to the three-courses-meal you could have used upon heading to the bar. 
Red at the cheeks, you can already feel the sheer mix of alcohol and excitement as everyone starts to chant some improvised loser anthem to welcome back Wooyoung at your table, his cocky smirk untouchable as he finds his spot right next to you with the confidence of a sore loser facing the tragic ‘game over’ screen of a video game. Looking for the support he can’t find in any of you, Wooyoung immediately reaches for the first glass in front of him — yours —  and chugs it down his throat in what you count as two painfully slow gulps. Within a second, the glass hits the table back with a loud thump.
“Can’t even get your own drink?”
“Hhhhh— chill, babe, what’s yours is mine, remember? and yes, that includes YOU, Joong!” Wooyoung smirks a little bit too proudly, your cheek pinched between two of his fingers as he manages to equally piss you and your boyfriend off with his typical provocative tone. 
Lucky for you, Hongjoong is quick to let him know he wouldn’t go near his dick even if he was about to die and the only remedy was laying in his cum– and as the topic eventually dies with Wooyoung quietly chuckling to himself, the back of his head hitting the leather of the booth you had claimed as yours over an hour ago, Seonghwa calls for another round, ready to keep the night going. 
It’s nothing close to unusual, having a bunch of friends in their twenties naturally leading the conversation towards their favorite topic: sex. More specifically, a heated debate over who’s getting some and who gets to take the “no bitches” status home for the week. Seonghwa usually gets the party started– as a photographer, the man never fails to share the crudest anecdotes about a photoshoot turned into some sort of orgy, sparing no details even though being asked to ‘get to the point’ about a thousand times throughout his stories. Then, Wooyoung would usually make his contribution by sharing some of his latest Tinder encounters, using this moment to be his favorite version – the center of attention – and turning a random story about a date in a coffee shop into a Shakespearian drama, tone and everything, to entertain the crowd. 
By the time the two single pieces of your gang are done, they typically enjoy teasing you – the happy couple – asking if sex hasn’t turned too boring yet, as you’re soon to be entering your third year as an item. But tonight, for some reason, shit unexpectedly hits the fan when a silly comment makes your boyfriend flinch into his seat, eyebrows knitted together as Wooyoung’s voice – always too loud and high-pitched – comes out with a secret you thought would be kept forever, merely a piece of information, a glitch from the past, nothing to even discuss— unless Hongjoong decides to make it an issue. 
“You two slept together?” you only realize he’s been quiet for a while when his voice surprisingly cracks under the utter shock of picturing his girlfriend hooking up with the womanizer sitting by her side. Until then, never considered a threat but now standing awfully close to the woman Hongjoong liked to claim as his, brand new information instantly breaking the perfect balance between a long-time friend and an ex-lover he didn’t see coming. 
“I wouldn’t technically call it ‘sleeping’ — I mean, there was no bed involv—”
“Shut up, Wooyoung” you cut him off immediately, rolling your eyes at the way he simply NEEDS to add useless details to his statement.
“That was ages ago” While you feel the urge to add context, the way Hongjoong’s hand immediately stills between your thighs, matching the one holding his glass close to his lips as he tilts his head with a quick, unimpressed chuckle, says it all. He is pissed.
The rest of the evening is quite a blur as you fail to focus on any of the ongoing conversations, your attention entirely drawn to Hongjoong who's gone quiet ever since he heard about a whole section of your life you had managed to keep undercover to this day. And though you try to make eye contact every now and then, you’re a bit concerned to face his clenched jaw and a stone-cold silence, his body only reacting from primal instinct whenever Wooyoung wraps an arm around your shoulders to joke around, your boyfriend’s eyes following his every move like a predator ready to jump if he dares coming closer.
The silence between you two occurs for the rest of the night and follows you through the streets as you struggle to match your boyfriend’s pace, alcohol and stilettos as the worst combination with wet concrete from a drizzly evening. 
“Are you seriously mad at me?” You eventually dare to ask, your hand reaching for his arm to stop him in his tracks – quite honestly you’ve grown tired of staring at his back and strolling behind like a puppy who’s just wet the new carpet. 
“Take a wild guess” Hongjoong almost hisses as he finally turns to face you, one of his hands collecting a fistful of his black hair to push it back and in this moment, you hate the fact he looks so divine, droplets sparkling all over his face like skin made of a billion diamonds, thick lashes battling against a storm as he locks your gaze, trying desperately to read through your puzzled expression.
“For Christ’s sake Hongjoong, that was YEARS ago— a whole different life!”
“It’s not about ‘when’ it happened, Y/N, I’m just wondering why it never came up before. God knows he likes to talk about the places his dick has been before, we had a complete walk through a world tour— Wish I knew you were one of the stops.” 
“It never came up because it means nothing– doesn’t it prove anything at all? We were just horny college students! It was over before it was even a thing!”
“Seems like you left quite the impression” Hongjoong snaps back, his fingers fiddling with his pocket, looking for a lighter and what seems to be the only cigarette left in the packet he immediately crushes and tosses into the nearest bin – baffled. You try and recall Wooyoung’s words and the way he carelessly exposed one of your flings, letting the entire table know about how you had dragged him into the corner of a busy street following a night out in a club, begging to be fucked. Like you said, a whole different life— a life when you didn’t care much about settling with anyone, sick of the dating scene and more importantly, a life when you could still perceive Wooyoung’s sex appeal. Back then, it was easy to be charmed whenever he smiled at you, tongue poking into his gummy cheek like he was a second away from bending you over the sketchy couch of his pocket-sized student bedroom. Back then, mindless sex with your best friend seemed like a perfect compromise, especially when you two ended up too horny yet too lazy to go out and seek for a Player 2. 
Now, though? Wooyoung remained your best friend, a comfort place always willing to make you laugh through darker times— but when it came to sex? You couldn’t even recall the last time you had felt attracted to the man. How could you, when the one staring at you right now, eyebrows furrowed, lips pinched together and quite obviously dismantled by the whole situation was still, inevitably, profoundly, everything you wanted and needed from a partner?
“You know he can’t compete…” you feel the urge to insist although you can’t recall a time when you haven’t praised your boyfriend’s skills in the bedroom— or wherever he feels like having you. Truth be told, no one could ever make you drift away from Hongjoong. Even after years of dating, the man still managed to take your breath away. But you would also lie if you said you didn’t like his jealous side just a little. The way his lips turn into a natural pout as he sucks onto his cigarette, his eyes obviously avoiding yours as he frowns towards a random scene happening on the other side of the road between another couple whose fight seems way ahead of yours. You can’t help but notice the irony. Maybe something in the air?
“It’s not a competition, Y/N” Hongjoong rarely uses your name— typically prefers to give you his favorite pet names instead of some boring formality, and tonight is one of those rare exceptions when he is too mad to act like your usual caring boyfriend. You know he is probably rummaging through the most haunting thoughts— thoughts of you pinned up against the wall, clinging onto Wooyoung, both of you still half clothed as he rockets himself into you, making you call his name in the middle of the streets and for everyone to see. 
Rain has gotten you drenched by now, the fabric of your dress sticking to your shivering skin as you curse yourself for ditching a coat just because none of your warmest jackets would fit your vibe that night. Your impeccable fashion taste was actually one of the many things that had caught Hongjoong’s eye when you had first met and to this day, your boyfriend never missed a chance to praise your looks— every morning he would stare at you with a loving smile, a second before pressing his lips to your neck as you both stood in front of your bedroom’s mirror, his sweet voice whispering the most devastating compliments only to conclude with a daily “I love you”. 
“Let’s get you home, you’re gonna catch a fucking cold” Hongjoong adds, taking off his own coat to let it rest like a cape upon your shoulders. Though the fabric is just as drenched as you are, it feels comforting to smell the familiar scent of his signature fragrance, the one that never fails to get you hot and bothered, only because it is particularly crafted for your boyfriend. Rich, fancy with just enough masculinity in the undertone to make you feel like he owns you entirely. 
Although you hear him curse for parking the car so far from the bar, his hand still finds yours as you lock your fingers together, his pace now matching yours — and while you know he isn’t ready to calm down just yet, there’s a sense of comfort in the way he still manages to make you feel loved and cared about. 
The warmth of the car hits you like lava as Hongjoong immediately sets the heat above normal in hope it’ll dry your clothes faster. Though he has started the ignition, he seems to be frozen still, his eyes staring upfront, hands on the wheel as you notice just how tensed he actually is, from the sharpness of his jaw to the way his skin turns white around his knuckles from holding the wheel a little too hard. 
“I don’t want to picture you two together everytime we hang out, Y/N… Actually, I never want to picture anyone else with you, but me — do you understand? or do I sound crazy to you right now?” 
Hongjoong’s possessiveness is no news to you. Not after years of dating the man and witnessing his sudden change of mood whenever he sees a man standing a little too close, let alone having a conversation with you. It’s not a fight you never had before and you know, deep down, it won’t be the last. 
“It’s not that I don’t trust you” he adds, almost apologetic as his eyes finally find yours “but now all I can see is his hands all over you… It’s fucking killing me” you watch as he closes his eyes, growling at his own tormented thoughts while the back of his head hits the leather of his seat. By now the windows are covered with a thick, steamy layer, making it impossible for you to see the road ahead. Or to be seen. 
Taking on the opportunity of having your boyfriend still processing his own demons, you decide to let your intrusive thoughts win this round as you peel yourself off Hongjoong’s coat, letting it pool on the seat 
“How about I give you something else to think about?” you smile, wasting no time in straddling your boyfriend whose eyes suddenly open wide at the unexpected intrusion. There’s a little space for you to maneuver between the wheel and his chest but you somehow manage to make it work, your thighs pressed on each side of his while your arms lock around his neck like two pieces of a magnet smacking together at last. 
“Babe— I don’t think you should play this game right now” Hongjoong’s voice is full of warning, his tone a little deeper than it usually is, but you’re not typically the one to give up on a plan, especially when it involves fucking the anger out of your boyfriend. 
“Give me one good reason to stop” brushing your lips against his, your hips naturally start to grind over his lap, putting on an obvious show while his hands travel up your thighs, creasing the wet fabric of your dress until it crumples at the wake of your hips. 
“I could hurt you” the words vanish against your tongue as you deepen the kiss, dying for a taste of him while the sour mix of whisky and cigarette invades the back of your mouth like a drug you can’t ever get enough of.  Caged into his arms, you feel a little boneless, your own body going limp against the stiffness of his muscles as his fingers dig into your flesh, lacing your skins with thin little red ribbons as he carries your pace by pushing your pelvis back and forth against his growing bulge. 
“When did I ever ask you to go soft on me?” you tease, the tip of your tongue tracing the outline of his lips as you chuckle at the sight of him crumpling in front of your eyes. One of his hands eventually detaches from your thigh, traveling up your stomach, between your breast, palming your chest until it rests against your throat in the shape of a fist ready to choke the air out of you. 
“Want me to go rough on you, love?” Hongjoong smirks, his white pearls as a permanent threat while his grip tightens around your neck, a slight change of shade showing a bruise from a couple nights before, now a little too faded for his liking. 
“Fuck I like to see my prints all over your body— show the world you’re fucking mine.” The daunting mix of his filthy words with the growing stiffness between your thighs is enough to have you mewling like a kitten as you tilt your head back, arching perfectly against the wheel while giving your man the most breathtaking view over your breast as it escapes the thin fabric of your dress — and though it’s been a while since you gave up on wearing a bra, the sight never fails to make Hongjoong go completely feral, his lips attacking your tits like a starved animal. 
“Joongie— fuck” you almost squeal as soon as his teeth graze the sensitiveness of your erected nub, pulling at it just enough to have you lost in limbo. Halfway between excruciating pain and absolute bliss. By now, your hips are jolting at the most crazy pace, your entire body craving for his touch as you no longer fear for him to witness your utter desperation for his cock. With his mouth still tightly wrapped around your tit, Hongjoong reaches for your chin with one hand, his fingers pressed to your jaw, his thumb finding your mouth already agape as it lands flat against your tongue like a priest feeding you a wafer on Sunday Mass. 
While his finger never comes close to the absolute treat of having his junk at the very back of your throat, you still make sure to put on a show as you suck the flesh out of his thumb, taking off his silver ring only to spit it out over his lap with a content smile. Eyes filled with a darkness you know too well, Hongjoong wastes no time fumbling between your thighs, pushing your lacy panties roughly to the side and almost tearing the fabric open from lacking patience as his thumb finally finds your slit, your own saliva melting with the abundant wetness of your cunt. 
“Fuck, I’ll never get tired of this” he almost growls, his mouth attacking your neck, chest and every piece of skin coming close enough to his starving lips, devouring your flesh entirely as you instantly clench around two more of his fingers while yet not full enough. 
“Joongie please” you don’t care how begging you sound right now with your hand smashed against the window, leaving its print behind while bouncing against his palm like you’ve been cock deprived for months. There’s just something about this man that simply leaves you putty into his hands, desperate for more and constantly craving his touch. Whether you’re standing in a crowded room or alone at home, you can’t recall a moment when you don't feel the instant urge to jump his bones. 
You’re lucky the steam is covering up for the mess happening inside your car right now as if anything, everything looks absolutely obscene right now. From the way your dress isn’t doing its job at covering your dignity, all tits out and dripping inside your boyfriend’s palm as he hooks his fingers into you, hitting your special spot just right with every snap of his knuckles, to the increasing sound of your voice as you moan his name like a broken record, brain fuzzy from the upcoming orgasm taking over — yet the thought of being caught isn’t that terrible. You’ve had this conversation with Hongjoong before. When mentioning your kinks and wildest fantasies, you can perfectly recall the time you had told him about how you wouldn’t mind doing it somewhere people could see— while not entirely into the exhibitionism scene, you didn’t hate the idea of having an audience. 
Hongjoong’s hand — the one clenching around your throat until now — finds its way between your bodies, fiddling with his belt as you lift yourself up slightly to give him just enough room to unpack your favorite treat in all its veiny glory. Any other day, you would take your sweet time to give him head and have him fuck your throat until you’re sore but there’s some sort of emergency in the air as you grab his wrist, breaking contact as his fingers slip out of your gaping hole so his hand finds a new nest over your chest, covering your skin with a messy coat of arousal as you finally slide down his pole until it empales you entirely. 
Nothing ever comes close to that first stretch. No matter how many times you have fucked, Hongjoong still feels like a first everytime he pushes himself into you, tearing you apart with the girth of a cock who has definitely made you cry before. Both from pain and pleasure. But today there’s no time for adjustment as you use the car door and headboard as a lever to bounce over Hongjoong’s lap restlessly. The whole scene is messy, almost crude as you pour over his slacks, the buckle of his belt bruising your skin with every hard thrust of his hips as soon as he starts to pound himself back into you, wrecking the pace and your insides all at the same time. 
“Should have invited your little friend to watch” Hongjoong growls, eyes half shut with the veins of his neck growing twice its size from using all of his strength to pistol his hips into your groin from under. “Show him how it’s done” he adds, using both his hands as a belt around your hips to keep you still as he keeps pounding harder with each thrust. By now your brain has turned into mush as you bite into the back of your hand not to scream, completely unable to think about anything else but the insane amount of pleasure piling up into your guts as you feel yourself reaching your high at a rocket speed. 
“What happened to you, baby? Lost your tongue?” he smirks, slowing down for a bit only to go harder a second after, forcing your back against the wheel so hard the car starts to honk with each thrust, making you nervous while Hongjoong doesn’t seem to bother about the sudden attention. 
“H—hongjoong— backseat— please” you barely manage to moan, almost gasping for air with each word as your boyfriend eventually slows down until he comes to a stop, blessing you with the delightful sight of his dismantled face, sweaty and red with his black hair plastered all over his forehead, thick veins pulsating on each side of his throat, chest glowing with dampness. He couldn’t look hotter if he tried. Peeking at his underarm as he pulls you into a kiss, you refrain a moan at the sight of his tattoo as your tongue instantly melts with it, saltiness of sweat melting with your saliva as you come down from your high slightly while enjoying the complete bliss of cockwarming him for a while. 
Breaking the kiss, Hongjoong simply tilts his head to the side, motioning for the backseat, commanding as ever without actually saying the words. Obedient and climax deprived, you lift yourself up and off his lap, trying your best to crawl in the backseat with as much grace as possible while Hongjoong wiggles out of his pants just enough to give himself more room as he follows you there, visibly unpleased to find you with your back against the seat, facing him. Again, without a word, Hongjoong gives you a little twirl of his finger, ordering for you to turn around and get on all fours for him, smacking your ass as soon as it rises upfront in all its glory. 
Pushing a knee between your legs to spread them apart, Hongjoong spits into his palm, coating it with saliva as you squirms with impatience, picturing his fist around his cock as soon as the familiar sound of your boyfriend jerking himself off hits you, making you clench over nothing — luckily not for long as the comforting stretch of his cock tearing you apart steals the air out of your lungs merely a few seconds later. 
“Fuck I’ve been dying to have you like this since you put on that dress, tonight” Hongjoong grunts, one of his hands wrapping your hair into a tight ponytail while the other rests firmly at the small of your back. Although his thrusts are definitely slower this time, you can’t help but cry out everytime he bottoms out, filling you up to the brim with each snap of his vicious hips.
“What took you so long?” you moan, hands clenched around the head-rest as Hongjoong tugs at your hair a little harder, probably as a punishment for provoking him again. 
“Couldn’t wait to get you alone— although maybe I should’ve fucked you right accross the table for everyone to see? I know you’re desperate for an audience…” The filth of his words match the brutality of his hips as Hongjoong pulls out entirely, smacking his throbbing head against your clit until you whine with desperation. By now, that dress is completely ruined, crumbled around your hips like a vulgar rag and definitely covered with sweat and cum but you can definitely recall the way Hongjoong’s eyes had twinkled when giving him a little spin earlier in the privacy of your bedroom. You knew he was a goner every time you wore a dress so thin he could catch a glimpse of your tits hardening under the fabric and today wasn’t any different. If it wasn’t for the unexpected Wooyoung-gate, you knew Hongjoong would have fucked you braindead in the sketchy bathroom of the bar. Not that it would be a first. 
“H— joongie— i’m— close” you almost sob, already overstimulated as your guts suddenly tighten into a knot, your body almost collapsing under Hongjoong’s last efforts to get you exactly where he needs you. Lifting you up with one arm snaked around your chest, fist locking your throat, Hongjoong quickens the pace, the abundance of skin-on-skin mixed with the brutality of his thrusts making the car shake under your knees as you suddenly stiffens under his touch, your screams muffled into his palm as your boyfriend is quick to follow, thick white ropes filling you up to the brim as you both collapse against the seat, exhausted.
It takes you a while to come down from your high as Hongjoong helps you settle back into the seat, cradling you. Your hands filled with strands of his wet hair, pushing it back to unveil his blissful face, you cannot help but sigh with the most sincere happiness when his lips find your neck, pecking it slightly, his tongue darting against a bruise left from his fingers tightly wrapped around your throat earlier. In this moment, nothing much matters except for the two of you and the unconditional love you two share.
No more jealousy. No more fighting. 
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whoetoshaw · 6 months
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MEET THE UNCLES | h. lewis
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summary: harry brings the babies to meet the boys! [9.3k words.]
pairing: reader x bog (W2S.)
notes: surpriseee, baby bog fic for you lot, it’s been a while!! 🥳 plssss let me know what you think!!! 💗 i thought this was the cutest idea and was excited to start adding lil dad!bog moments of him already being the best dad. hope it doesn’t seem rushed! enjoy! and don’t forget to reblog! <333
IT HAD ALMOST BEEN 6 WEEKS SINCE you welcomed two new little faces to the world, six weeks since your world changed completely, and more notably, six weeks since you had been in contact with the real world.
The baby bubble was in full swing. Your home was suffocating with that sweet baby smell, clean cotton and baby powder, and looked the part too, with blankets and moses baskets in the living room, packs of nappies and wipes stacked by the sofa, endless baby clothes hanging around the house, and formula and bottles sitting out on the kitchen counter. Not forgetting the sterilizing station which was never off.
But that wasn’t even it. The baby bubble was you feeling cozied up at home all day, every day, away from the outside world of responsibilities and havoc, enjoying the safety and privacy of your home to grow and bond with your two, new little babies. To learn everything there is about them. Recognise their patterns. Suss out who they were gonna be.
It was just you, Harry, and them.
It was tiring, of course. Over a month of the most fucked up sleeing pattern you’d ever have, but worth it, I suppose. The only time you left was to do little strolls around the park or maybe nip into town, but nothing could beat home when it was pouring outside, no responsibilities beyond your front door. It was a bonding experience for you and Harry in itself, seeing who was going to be nice to get up and make the bottle or be the one to kick the other to see who needed their nappy changed, and wake up along with to keep the other company.
Harry was in awe of you, and you were in awe of Harry. He’d really taken you by surprise. For those whole 9 months, he’d had the worst anxiety ever over being a parent, convinced every worst case scenario to occur whilst caring for an infant, would occur. But it hadn’t, and if anything — he had more confidence than you at this point.
He checked the time on his phone, a blue blanket covering his shoulder with his baby boy snoozing on top of it, out for the count after his bottle while you carried his sister to the front door, seeing Harry’s parents out. “—I’ll have a look at it tomorrow if you want,” you talked with his Dad, Rosie standing next to him with shivering shoulders, her arms crossed to keep warm under the night’s sky. She was quick to go wait in the car.
His Mum was in the living room, feeling a part of that baby bubble herself every time she walking into your home and saw you both with her grandbabies. It would just never sink in.
She was fully convinced her heart exploded seeing you all at home for the first time, walking into your living room to find a very sleepy Harry and you sitting on the sofa, tired eyes and tired smiles, a baby each in your arm as you sat comfortably next to each other. The TV wasn’t even on but just your lamp as you two talked between yourselves, feeding them both, looking up at who had walked through the door.
She’d taken a photo to capture the memory, because she hadn’t felt her heart burst with pride so much seeing you take to your new responsibilities so smoothly. And so adoringly.
It made her tear up, seeing her firstborn experience this stage.
Talking to him so casually while he held that little baby on his shoulder, it almost triggered her again! She remembered the days she had to force him to hold a child! “—I could cry again!”
“Oh my days, please,” Harry threw his head back, crossing his sock-covered feet over the other. “He doesn’t even.”
“He does!”
“How? All babies literally look the same when they're just born, they look like aliens.”
“I’m telling you now, I will send a picture of you just days old and you tell me he is not your spitting image,” she stood up with her bag, ready to head home to dig through those baby pics. “Although I am starting to see hints of y/n.”
“All I see are hints of y/n,” he said, looking down at his sleeping son. “Anyway, about tomorrow . . do you think that’s ok for us to do?”
“I think it’s whatever you guys think. Whatever makes you guys comfortable, there’s no precise rules. If you’re fine with it, go ahead. I had everyone meeting you lot when you were still in the hospital, it’s whatever you think is best for your child. I think they’ll be fine. They’ve already met a good bit of family, they should be grand.” His Mum gave her input. “Well, I’m off. I’m sure I’ll maybe see you tomorrow at some stage,” she kissed you all goodbye, “goodnight! Love you!”
“Love you,” you called from the door, closing it behind them. You locked the door for the night, getting ready for bed.
Walking back into the living room, patting the back off the windy baby on your shoulder, you looked down at Harry on the sofa.
He was so cute.
He laughed at you.
“What are you laughin’ at?”
It didn’t take much to spot the new mum, your sweats, baggy t-shirt with the odd milk stain, a messy bun of hair and not forgetting the faint eye bags - his little love was exhausted. But she still smiled every day, and that just made his heart grow. She was rocking it.
“Just you,” he dreamily sighed, resting his head back.
“You don’t look any better,” you grinned, tapping his foot with yours.
He did. He looked so good.
In fact, he had a Dad glow almost, despite those tired eyes and messy hair, you’d give him baby number 3 if you had the energy to do it so soon. “What do you want for dinner tomorrow?”
“Well, this is my idea,” he proposed, watching you continuously pat his baby girl’s back. “So tomorrow, when I bring the twins into work with me, you can have all morning to do whatever it is you want, and then after when we’re wrapped, I’ll meet up in town and we can all go for a Nando’s. How’s that sound?”
You raised your brows, “hm, that sounds pretty bangin’.”
“Yeah?”
“Yeah. But . . now are you sure you want to go on your own tomorrow? I can help if you want. I don’t want you to stress, I can even meet up l—”
“Y/n . . y/n. I’ll be fine. I want to do this, I want to do it for you. And for the boys! I want to surprise them,” he reassured, looking at you sincerely.
Harry had planned to come into the ‘office’ tomorrow to surprise the boys with the newest editions. He talked to the boys everyday, and he’d saw a couple of them in the weeks he was off work, but none were yet to have met his baby boy and girl. He wanted them to, of course he did, but even if all was good to do so, their schedules had been so hectic, and they didn’t want to offend you with constant visitations while you were trying to find your feet. Believe me, they were busting to see those Lewis twins more than anyone.
You both weren’t as fussy with having people around your twins, they were over a month old and you’d gathered so much advice from the hospital, from your midwives, from other parents, from online, from your friends and family, and you knew there was no harm them getting a little cuddle from some of the boys.
Harry had it all planned. He’d been keeping up with the groupchat and checking in when their next shoot was for MoreSidemen so he could drop by, and tomorrow was the perfect opportunity.
You trusted him completely to take them both for their morning, you were just worried he’d get nervous and doubt himself, but he seemed too excited to be thinking like that, and you encouraged him to go for it.
“You take that nice, relaxing bath, wash your hair, do your skincare. Get dressed, make yourself a nice breakfast you don’t need to rush and a cup of tea that you won’t end up drinking cold, and lounge about. And then, I’ll text you when I’m done and you can make your way into town once you’re ready, okay?”
“Okay,” you smiled, thinking of your day already.
What would you do for four hours? Was it bad you weren’t a nervous wreck at the thought of leaving your babies for a few hours?
Pfffftt. With Harry? No way. They were just over 5 weeks old and made it very clear who they preferred, but we’ll not get into that.
He smiled. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” you smiled back, placing a kiss on his lips. And again and again, feeling his stubble on your face. He was quick to shave it now, not wanting to irritate the delicate skin on his babes, but the familiar feeling tickled you.
His free hand snuck up and tuck your hair behind your ear before slightly tilting your head, trying to get better access, and your heart fluttered, and Harry could feel your smirk against his mouth, having him reciprocate as he knew your mind wandered off.
He was such a DILF.
“Is she asleep?” You pulled away before you fell on top of him, flicking your hair back.
You spun around, and he was met with the eyes she’d stolen from him. “Nope.”
The following morning, you got up at 8:00 to help get the babies ready for their big day of meeting their uncles, allowing Harry to get showered and dressed, you had them sitting perfectly for their daddy to take out.
“—you are just going to melt their hearts with those big eyes and long lashes,” you buckled your baby girl in one car seat, Harry tucking her baby pink blanket in afterwards. “And you are just going to steal the show, showing everyone who the first big boy is,” you kissed your boy’s cheek repeatedly, buckling him in next. Harry copied his actions, tucking the warm baby blue blanket over his mini-me, face full of concentration as wobbled hunched on his knees.
You were so proud of him. You knew it was the bare minimum for men but for someone like Harry who was adamant this was just something he should never do – your heart burst, and you kissed him, wishing him the best of luck and a good day.
“See you later, gorgeous,” he leant down to get your kiss on his cheek, but the compliment just set your mood up for the day, and you beamed, grabbing his face in your hands and kissed four loud smacks to his face. Harry’s cocky grin took his face as he stood at the front door, knowing the neighbours see.
“Love you. Be safe,” you let him go, “‘n look after them!”
“Of course I will,” he muttered, slouching to get a kiss off his wife once more, bringing your face back. Never would he ever get tired of those lips on his, and neither would you, feeling all tingly when his hand lifted your face up towards him.
It had been a longgg 6 weeks.
It would be weird not having the other around for a bit, but few hours apart would do you good.
If Harry would go. “Harry,” you breathed, laughing at his greed, “go. I need to get showered.”
He pressed one more to your cheek and then he was off, carrying both car seats to the car, shooting you two thumbs up through the window where you smiled and waved from.
“Please drive safe,” you muttered to yourself.
“Boys, I’m not gonna lie to you, I’m still rusty driving this thing,” he spoke from the driver’s seat, maneuvering your default positioning with your chair and rear view mirror. As expected, there was no response from the backseat.
Harry was excited. He was buzzing beyond belief. Running up those stairs to the office with his hands full, the smile wouldn’t leave his face.
He turned the corner, peaking, he could see the six of them chilling on the sofa, chatting amongst themselves before preparing for their next shoot.
“Boys,” he called, grabbing all their attention, “. . look what I made.”
Mouths dropped open and brows raised as he rounded the corner, twisting the seats around, all shocked faces were stunned by the blond’s surprise visit but more so at the sight of the two little ones he brought with him, sleeping snug in the carriers.
“HARRY . . WHAT THE FUCK?!”
“You’re kidding,” Ethan sat up with the biggest smile on his face, Vik next to him with his hand on his mouth, “no way!”
“Are they— are they there?!” JJ hunched forward as Harry made his way over, the crew pausing their actions to be part of the meeting. They were shocked to see Harry too.
“Yeah man! Yeah, what’d you mean?” He laughed, bringing them over to the couch. He placed them on the floor, taking a seat at the end so he could lift them out.
“You think he was gonna go the extra length of carrying two empty car seats all the way to here?” Simon laughed at JJ.
“Yeah?!”
“Oh my god, Bog,” Ethan inwardly gasped, watching the man already in the zone of lifting out the tiniest being the boys had ever seen. They hadn’t even met Olive this young. Ethan was baffled just watching him, even more baffled he’d come here on his own, without you. “Oh my god!”
“It’s fine man, it’s fine,” he raised the baby up above, capturing the newborn scrunch for all the boys to see.
And awed out loud.
They were amazed.
Harry looked around at them, clueless by the silence and them just watching, snickering to himself, “Does . . does anyone want to hold them?” He broke this unnecessary tension, humoured by the uptight bunch. “Who—who wants this one?” He looked to Vik.
“Yeah, I–I’ll take him, yeah,” he nervously laughed, the boys laughing along with them. Of course they all wanted to see them, they were just scared.
Especially with it being Harry. It felt like there was pressure on them, because if he could do it, they all should definitely be able to do it. The boys were in awe of Harry. I mean they all knew things changed when you had your own but . . this was scary. Why was he so confident? How was he doing that? Who was this?!
Harry copied your routine and gave Vik a pillow to lean his arms on before settling his baby boy in his arms, not sparing him a second glance before reaching for the next one, pulling his daughter over and unbuckling her out of her car seat, the boys even more struck but her size and compared in Harry’s hands, looking even smaller than the last. “There she is!” His soft tone soothed her while moving her around. “Here’s my Princess!”
“Oh my god! Boggo!” Tobi couldn’t take his eyes off him as he stood up to pass her onto him at the other end of the couch, but Tobi took her gracefully and his heart melted as an inaudible sound left his lips, expression plastered with adoration.
Harry looked between them both, seeing both kids still peacefully asleep and kicked his shoes off before grabbing a drink from the mini fridge. “How are you a father? How are you someone’s dad?”
“Brother, how do you have two?”
“It’s a madness, man.” He took his spot on the sofa.
“How are you man? How you been?” Simon grabbed his hand in a handshake next to him, as the boys all pitched in their greetings. They hadn’t seen him in work for a long time, he’d filmed so many pre-recorded videos for the channels that there was no reason for him to be in, the only time they’d seen him was when he managed to meet up for a quick hour so he wasn’t feeling trapped in the house or at football, training with Ethan.
“I need to send a picture to Faith, man. She won’t believe this,” the ginger laughed, already taking a photograph to rub in the blonde’s face. She had been besotted since the minute she’d met them.
The girls had already met the babies as they obviously had less hectic schedules. When Harry had made an afternoon to go out for dinner after a meeting and training, you welcomed your girls over.
And it was a day none of you would forget:
Ellie was first. She had errands to run, but made time to at least get sitting with you for a cup of tea to see these already famous babies. “Hiii!”
“Hi! Come in! Come in!” You waved her in, seeing her little giftbag in her hands. She was the sweetest ever.
You hugged and kissed her hello, guiding her into your slightly tidied living room where her hands immediately flew to her mouth in shock and eyes well up. “I’m going to cry.”
“Don’t cry! Get a snuggle!” You placed your hands on her shoulders with a little laugh, encouraging her to go inside.
Your two little ducks sat in their Mamaroos, pouty lips on show as they slept. They might have had their dad’s pouty lips but they had your sleeping trait of having your arms above your head.
“AH! They sleep like you!” Ellie expectedly pointed out, mocking the position she’d seen many times in your nights spent together. Usually abroad, when you’d gone out and came back to freshen up but really escaped to go ‘lie down for 5 minutes’.
“I know!”
You made cups of tea and sat on the sofa, the twins not long waking up after the noise of talking they hadn’t heard since Dad left. Ellie gushed again, her heart bursting seeing their eyes open and look up at her and their Mama. “Look at them!”
“This is your Auntie Ellie,” you said in a squeaky voice, lifting each of them up, “say hi!”
“Look at that scrunch!” She quietly squealed, taking your baby boy. “Oh y/n they are the cutest faces I have ever seen,” she smiled with him on her chest, “hello little man!”
“Your Aunt Ellie and Uncle Vik will get you whatever you want so make sure to go to them when you’re asking for something,” you grinned, passing her the other one.
“I mean, I think you’re Dad will do that for you already but I promise you will get the best Christmas presents out of your other aunties and uncles,” she promised, hands holding the two close to her, keeping her warm and cuddly. She was in love.
It was so good to catch up with her, getting to gossip as girls for the first time in a long time before she began to head. She was such a good friend and you adored her endlessly. Like Vik, she had an effect that just made you naturally better yourself without even doing anything. She could always lift the mood.
“You are amazing. If you ever need anything, you know to call me. If Harry’s at work and you want to nap for an hour, I am more than happy to even watch them while you’re upstairs.”
“Thanks, El. I will really hold you to that,” you smiled lovingly at her, kissing her on the cheek with a grateful hug. “I love you.”
“I love you. Keep doing what you’re doing, you look great while doing it.”
You held your chest, emotionally watching her leave.
Another set of your favourite girls came next, Talia and Freya, together like they usually tended to do.
And it was wild.
“I’m actually so nervous, I’m literally shaking,” Talia showed you her trembling hand as they stepped through the door.
“Why are you shaking, you weirdo?! Why are you nervous?” You laughed, waiting for them to kick their shoes off to go upstairs. It was evening time, you’d just had your dinner and went upstairs to chill in bed with the twins chilling alongside you on Harry’s side of the bed.
“I don’t know! ‘Cause I just know I’m going to get all weird and emotional!” She cried.
“When you facetimed me, I was still in denial. I said to Josh, I was like ‘nope! Dolls! They’re dolls! Better still - she wasn’t even pregnant! Was all just a lie!’” Freya hugged you, laughing, swinging you side to side. “How are you, beautiful?”
“I’m ok. Tired. And being such a clinger and missing Harry?” you shared a weirded look with them, hating yourself for feeling like that. “But now you guys are here, I’m over that.”
They laughed at you, Freya grabbing their tea and Talia grabbing the biscuits before bringing them upstairs.
When you pushed open the door and let the girls look inside first, seeing those two little beings prepped up on some pillows, hands crossed and eyes open, dummies going wild, you heard a squeak leave their lips.
Talia dropped the pack of biscuits, hands going to her mouth, fingertips touching the tears leaking out her eyes and she pretended to turn around and walk away.
“MOVE! LET ME SEE!” Freya pushed past.
They both let a few tears slip, climbing on the bed, you watched the both of them just stare at them, reaching their fingers to stroke their little hands. It was amusing watching on the other side, now, being the host. Being the Mum.
“They’re just beautiful,” Freya frowned, gently swaying with your daughter in her arms. “Very like Harry, though.”
“So like Harry,” Talia agreed, widening her eyes with your baby boy looking up at her in her arms.
“You know what? You know . . now that you say that . . you two are the first to say that,” you closed your eyes sarcastically, fingers touching your head at the words you felt like you’d hear for the rest of your days.
They both laughed, all of you huddled in your massive bed, all snug together. “I can’t believe we’re at that stage where I’m meeting your babies. You have babies now, y/n, you are a mum,” Talia emphasised. “You’re someone’s mum.
“I know. I feel so old,” you fell back with a grin.
They stayed for a long time, not letting you life a finger once whilst they were there; you made their bottles, but the girls were eager to feed and wind them, and even offered to change them after. The afternoon was so fun, just you and your girls, laughing and gossiping in your bedroom like you used to, except you had two little tag alongs joining in. Your stomach hurt from laughter, and you even got to do more laundry, of course, the girls taking the absolute piss out of you and your new mum stuff, like when Talia grabbed your new bras from the radiator and was able to put it on her head, struggling to get a breath as it acted like a hat. You hated them so much.
Freya sat next to you with her back to your headboard and her nephew sitting against her thighs, Talia was rambling with her niece rocking in her arms, walking around the room in her heated discussion. “—but yeah. None of my business. I’m not saying anything more, karma can take its course now, not my problem!”
“As you should,” you agreed, munching on your crisps.
“This is so weird,” Freya interrupted, fiddling with the boy’s feet, fascinated by how a person could once be this tiny. “I’m never getting used to this.”
“Are they hard work?”
“They’re honestly not the worst, like they’re pretty relaxed babies half the time, I won’t lie,” you explained. “They’re not whiney and they’re good sleepers, like they sleep a couple hours at a time. As long as they’re warm and comfy, they’re content enough,” you rubbed your eyes. Faith had scared you when she’d told you about Olive and her struggles with her sleeping pattern — because she didn’t have one. She just hated sleep.
“How’s Harry holding up?”
“Guys, Harry is so good,” you sighed with jealousy, rolling your head back. “Like, scarily good. I actually want to cry at times. He’s already definitely their favorite, I’m not even kidding.”
“Shut up!”
“How?!”
“He’s so confident,” you laughed with shock. “He literally hasn’t asked — he doesn’t — he just does. He just does everything on his own, he hasn’t asked for anything! I was convinced I was gonna have to pick them up for him and hand him them, get him used on how to hold their head or getting them in and out of seats, feeding— no! Nope! Nothing! I came down the other morning, he’s watching football highlights, holding the head properly, rubbing and patting his back, getting his wind up, eating his cereal at the same time, not even lookin’ at ‘em!”
“STOP!”
“Stop, why do I want to cry?” Talia frowned, “I am so proud of that boy.”
“He has taken everyone by surprise, it’s so nice to see.”
“He literally had anxiety for nothing. He makes me nervous, like, I’m not doing things properly!”
“Shut up, they are the happiest babies I have seen. I mean, they don’t cry every time they see your face, you know? I take that as a good sign.”
You laughed at Talia, sipping your water bottle, you shook your head, “no, they definitely prefer Harry though. I’m not even exaggerating.”
They didn’t buy it. They tilted their heads, they doubted it, “and how would you know that already?”
“Girls,” you pinched your fingers together, “they know. They know. They know who has them now that they’re opening their eyes and they know who they want to see: it’s either the big blond guy, or the woman they lived inside of for 9 months who looks like she could do with 50 energy drinks or so,” you quipped. “And they want the big blond guy.”
They laughed at you, but you were serious! “Seriously! They’re used to Harry's smell, I’ve had to start spraying my clothes with his aftershave so they settle quicker! And his voice! They’ll be so calm?! Like now the way we’re talking, if they hear Harry’s voice, they start squirming like mad and kicking their feet out! They know when he’s around. I gave him them both to feed until I finished doing the washing and came back in, offered to take one and when I took her — she was crying for the longest time, would not take her bottle! I’d disturbed her peace.”
Talia and Freya sat with their mouths open, shocked to hear this news already of your already clingy babies! “No way!”
“It’s funny, they’re just attached already. I feel like Harry got that mother-baby bond before I have!”
“Yeah, but you’re the Mum, they’re gonna be obsessed with you, too,” they sweetly reassured, “I mean just look.”
Your baby girl kicked her legs when Talia turned her around to face you.
You did smile, but you knew your funny girl. “Trust me, Mumma is blown out the picture when their dad is around,” you smiled at your cheeky girl squirming for you. You kissed her cheek multiply, breathing in her scent.
You couldn’t blame them though.
“I love them so much. They are going to be thee most blessed babies with you two as their parents. Honestly.”
That pulled on your heart strings. “. . yeah.”
“They’re gonna be the cool parents,” Freya added.
“They’re gonna have cooler aunties who they’re going to run to the second their mum and dad are strict with them,” you giggled.
“And I can't wait for it.”
Faith had come down later that night, hopping the drive home would tire Olive out so she would sleep through the night.
You already know you had photos taken of all three little ones, sitting up on your sofa, Olive slipped right in between them. Your heart couldn’t take it.
“I literally want to cry. Why am I crying here?”
Faith held both in her arms, knees tucked up on the sofa in your living room, the room dimly lit and you had the TV playing on low in the back. Faith was awestruck, heartfelt more than ever as she held her best friend’s little ones, overwhelmed with love and adoration. “You should be so proud of yourself, y/n. You did amazing and you’re doing amazing caring for them. They are so freakin’ content, I can’t believe it. I can’t believe they’re here! It feels like just yesterday you were telling me you were pregnant!”
“The time dragged at the time but it went in so quick at the same time,” you agreed, bouncing the Mamaroo Olive had stolen and was watching the TV in.
“Isn’t it crazy this is who was in your belly for those 9 months?”
“Sooo crazy.”
“They’ve already grown so much from the hospital, haven’t they?”
Oh yeah, so . . Faith and Behzinga might have been one of the first people of your friends to have met the two, but it was kind of a repayment thing, because you and Harry had been one of the first to have met a Olive when she was born, and . . well, you wanted Faith and Ethan to be one of the first to meet them.
‘Smashers mate, absolute smashers,’ Ethan peaked down at the two infants in their hospital cots, unable to pick them up as it felt like they were getting wheeled out every 10 seconds, but with his finger in one of their hands, he was mind blown at the pair of them. They were over the moon for the both of you, squeezing the living daylights out of you both the minute they stepped foot in your room.
‘You smashed it, you are Wonder Woman,’ Faith stroked your hair back from next to your bed, in disbelief at your birth story and how you managed to do it. You were God in her eyes.
She’d immediately let out a few tears before she’d even come up, touched you’d asked for them to come visit while you were all still in hospital. She cried with pride seeing you in bed, still exhausted after a few days but still smiling, and then she cried seeing Harry standing by the two newborns in the cot, unbelieving these were her best friends little ones. ‘Oh she is just gorgeous!’
‘Carbon copies mate, swear down,’ Ethan looked over at Harry, who nodded with a subtle smirk.
Faith stroked their hat-covered heads, looking back at you, ‘trust me, this is all you hear from now on’.
‘I love you, man. Biggest congrats.’
‘I love you too, man, thank you, thank you.’
“She is small, isn’t she?” Faith observed. “Not like my Olive.”
“She is, and she’ll probably always be small. I think Harry already has this protective streak over it, he always goes for her first and would rather him carry her than me,” you said with a little smile, putting your suspicion out there.
“Already protective of his baby girllll,” Faith grinned, smiling down at them both. “Did he take you by surprise?”
“He’s taken everyone by surprise, he’s taken himself by surprise. I have never seen this man so soft and so gentle,” you suddenly felt your eyes fog, unable to talk about your partner in such sense because it did overwhelm you every time. Words could not even describe the proudness you had for that man. You were besotted.
Just seeing him talk to them in the morning or kissing their little cheeks obsessively, snuggling them into his neck in the mornings for their morning cuddle — you could cry with love every time.
Faith stayed for an hour or so, enjoying your little baby bubble with you as she got to bond with her new niece and nephew. Like most people, she became quickly obsessed with the Lewis twins.
It was also fun getting to relate with someone for once, and reflect on past struggles:
“—yeah, Ethan wouldn’t come near me.”
“No, Faith. I have never seen Harry so uncomfortable in all his life when I even instigated anything of the sort. Even when Valentine’s Day passed, he was in the mood more than ever but the minute I was in our room –just sitting down on the bed!– he just stopped and shook his head and went ‘I can’t do this’.”
“How frustrating!”
“I was like ‘shut up! You can! It’s normal!’ but then he came over and was like ‘no I really can’t, that’s just wrong, y/n,’ and had to walk away! Went downstairs and got a beer!”
She laughed, knowing that struggle. “It’s so annoying.”
“And I can understand his point of view but come on now! He’d keep coming back and then walk off, I was like ‘grow up’ and he was like ‘y/n! My kids are in there!! My baby boy is in there! My baby girl! They’re right there! They are right here! They can hear us right now! They’re just waiting there! No!’” you mocked how he’d spoken about your bump that night. “I mean at the start it was fine, he could do it with a little bump, he was like a bloody shagging machine! He was alllll over that pregnancy glow!”
“The pregnancy tits, you mean.”
“Oh yeah, the pregnancy tits were a hit with him, like,” you agreed. But then it got to 7 months and it felt to him there was a bit of third-wheeling going on and it took him some convincing to get him on board. “The amount of times I caught that boy looking at me like some freak. That look of discomfort.”
“Like ‘what did I do to her?’” She made you laugh.
“Honestly! ‘You look like you’re about to explode’, bestie what you mean? I’m 35 weeks pregnant, I am.”
Faith laughed at you, her little jumps from chuckling sending your baby boy to raise his arms in his sleep, causing Faith to hold her heart and snuggle her cheek close to him. “I love him so much. I love her so much too,” she snuggled your girl after, her heart as soft as cotton in her Lewis sandwich. “Do you miss being pregnant?”
“Sometimes.” You looked at the yoga ball that’d been collecting dust these last couple weeks. Just a couple weeks ago, you’d been sitting on it in a pair of thongs and one of Harry’s t-shirts, trying to ease the discomfort as you both sat watching your Netflix show, of course, Harry watching and laughing at you more than he was the TV series. If fed up was a picture, it’d be the one he’d taken of you to send to every group chat he was in.
Faith didn’t want to leave you, but you reassured her you would see her sooner than later and could Facetime once you put the little ones to bed for the night. Your 20 Facetimes calls throughout the day hadn’t changed.
“I am so excited for them all to be best friends.”
“Me too.” You squeezed her tight, feeling like you could fall asleep, “I love you lots, save journey home, please.”
“Of course. I don’t drive like my racer man,” she smiled as you kissed a sleeping Olive’s head.
“At least your one drives, mine is still full on Passenger Princess,” you playfully rolled your eyes, stroking the baby’s hand.
“Goodnight lover. Thank you for having us over, I feel honored,” she smiled gratefully, “I will be letting the babies know that ‘til their old and grey: me and Ethan were one of the first to meet them,” she teased, opening her car.
You laughed, nodding along, “yeah.”
Yeah . . . how did you tell her someone had actually beating her to it? You didn’t think you could.
“—IF I FIND OUT FOR ONE SECOND, ANYONE OUTSIDE FAMILY HAS SEEN THOSE TWO WROETOSHAW DESCENDANTS, I WILL FLIIIPPP THAT HOSPITAL UPSIDE DOWN.”
Sitting sore in your hospital bed, trying not to spill your cup of tea in hand, Freezy’s pixelated face made you laugh as he rushed to get his shoes on.
He had to be the first. Of course he did.
Harry smiled from his chair in the corner, hands shoved in his pockets as he heard the famous voice echo through the speaker.
Cal was like lightning on his way to that hospital. It felt like by the time you and went downstairs to grab yourself a coffee, you just sat down to a hesitant knock at your door. “Hello? Can I come in?”
Waving him in eagerly, you looked at him last your coffee cup like he was insane. You didn’t think Cal had ever knocked on your door ever in your life, and you lived with him for 5 years. “Yes?!”
He walked straight to the cot, hands over his mouth, as if seeing the babies would end any doubt in his brain that convinced him they weren’t real and your whole pregnancy had been a hoax, and turned away at first glance. “Nah . . . nah!”
You heard the excitement in his voice, and he clasped his hand with Harry’s hand and swung him in a tight hug, getting him in a sort of headlock that forced Harry to laugh. “My guy,” he shrieked, “my guyyy!”
Tell you something, there was nothing cuter than seeing someone you looked up to as an older brother completely melt but also stress over how to hold your kid.
“BOG! BOG! BOG! BOG, WAIT! WAIT!”
“Freezy you actin’ like he’s tryna throw a spider on you,” you watched him freak out.
“Shhh! Just hold your arm out!”
“WAIT, BRO!”
“Bro, Faith and Ethan are gonna get them first before you if you don’t take them!”
“. . give me them.”
It was weird seeing someone you’d grown up with hold your kid. Freezy was your older brother in every way but biologically, he was someone you tried to follow and went to for a lot considering he was older and did have wisdom despite being such a fucking idiot at times, but it was weird with him not being part of this circle now. He was always supposed to be the one to get married and have kids first, but here you were, watching him hype himself up to hold your baby instead.
“Bro, this is how I felt lookin’ after you two when you first moved here,” he said, looking up at the both of you, babygirl in his left arm and baby boy in his right. “Oh my god.”
Harry was so amused, standing in front of him, shifting on his feet in, he found it surreal seeing one of his bestest friends meeting his children. Again, an older brother to him, someone he ran to everything for, who raised a part of him in his youth — and he was teaching him how to hold his kid. “How do you feel?”
“Honored, bro. Truly. Thank you,” he smirked, unable to look away from them for anymore than 10 seconds.
“You deserve it,” you playfully rolled your eyes, telling him what he wanted to hear, “Uncle Freezy.”
“Uncle Freezy,” he beamed, “Uncle Freezy was the first to hold you out your hundred aunty and uncles, and he was there with ya Mum for her 2nd scan with you lot so don’t ever forget that,” you laughed at his passive-aggressiveness. “Your Daddy deadbeat.”
“Hey, allow it man, allow it,” Harry stood from the doorframe.
“Bro, I love these guys,” he said after just 5 minutes. “I want a pic and I want it framed for my flat, bro. I love them. I’m hooked, why are they so fucking cute? I thought they were gonna be ugly and I was gonna have to lie to you guys.”
Now that . . that sent Harry into an explosion of laughter. Freezy laughed with him because he knew it was true and he would have been the same had it been roles reversed, which kinda proved just why they were friends. “I love you guys. I’m proud of you both. Imma be over a lot more now, get me a key cut.”
“You had a key cut, you lost it?”
“So get me another one?”
“Fucking get it yourself!”
He tutted, huddling closer in the baby sandwich, “don’t curse in front of my godchildren.”
“Godchildren?!”
“HEY NOW YOU PROMISED—”
“Ok, ok! I did, I did, yeah,” you admitted.
He stalled. “Wait . . . wait for real?”
You looked at Harry, the one who had first planted the idea in his head to be the one to tell him. You had no objection, you probably would have picked him whether he’d asked or not. “Of course, man. I wasn’t playing.”
“Swear down you bastard—”
“I swear! I swear!” Harry held his hands up, laughing at him.
He fell silent, “. . I think I want to cry.”
“You deserve it, Freezy,” you awed at him, “if you can keep us alive, you can keep those two alive.”
“Man, I love you guys. Thank you,” he smiled down at them both, “but don’t come for me when I use your kids for clout.”
“—is Faith annoyed? Did you send it to her?”
“She hasn’t opened it yet,” Ethan laughed as the boys all settled in their seats, work on pause. “So you introducing us?”
Harry leaned back in the couch, getting comfy as he smiled with his drink in his hand, “so boys . . this is Penny,” he pointed to his baby girl, “and this is Ted. Or Teddy.”
“Oh my days,” Tobi clutched his heart.
“Hi Penny! Hi Teddy!”
“Penny and Teddy,” Vik smiled, looking down at them both. “Adorable.”
“Doesn’t your Mum have a phobia of pennies?” Josh laughed, baby Penny’s hand wrapped around his finger.
“Yes. Don’t even get me started, she was on a mission trying to get y/n to change her mind.”
The boys laughed, still endorsed by the babies as they took turns in passing them onto each other, giving everyone the chance to bond with the baby bogs. “Harry, they’re so like you, man.”
“D’you think so?” He scratched his hair.
“Are you joking?!” Simon said, “man, even I used to think all babies looked the same but these are wroetoshaw decendants! Are you mad?”
Harry clapped his hands, laughing. “Thank you man, thank you, I take it as a compliment.”
“Dominant load.”
Harry looked at Ethan, brow twitching confusingly, “jesus christ.”
“I can see some of y/n in them,” Josh noticed, “they might look more like her as they get older. Next to you, though,” he chuckled. Twins.
“How do you hold them? I don’t know what I’m doing?” JJ drew attention back to him, awkwardly cradling the infant, “am I doing Lion King style?”
Harry laughed, fixing Penny in his hold so he could see her sat up, fussing too much when she was laying down, wanting to see around her. JJ’s heart did melt a little, seeing how small she was, meanwhile the boys were all still shocked just watching Harry maneuver the being in his hands, holding the dummy between his teeth when it fell out of her mouth.
“She’s small, man.”
“She is small. She’s always gonna be small compared to him,” he sat back down, scratching his brow bone as he watched her little tiny body slightly rise and fall with each breath she took. “Little legs and little lungs, but she is healthy.”
“Harry you’re such a dilf right now.”
“Brother, I am never getting over the sight of you walking through that door with the two carriers and baby bag over your shoulder,” Tobjizzle laughed, hitting his arm. Harry smiled, bouncing his foot as the boys proceeded to inspect. JJ was holding Penny Lion King style, out in front of him, baffled he was holding his friend’s kid.
Ethan took Teddy next, humming with excitement, “big boy. First boy.”
Simon tutted, “man I know, first boy you fucking cheat.”
“Don’t be bitter! Don’t be bitter, just get better, my friend!”
They laughed, Ethan being extra careful as he took him from Tobi, forgetting what it was like having them this small. “Hello, fella. Hello handsome.”
Yeah. Ethan needed a son now.
“D’you want to bring them over to SideCast?” Josh asked, nodded to the set just 10 steps away, but they still needed to shoot and didn’t mind the babies being there, they just had to get it done.
“Nah bro, wait! She’s chillin’, she’s chillin’,” everyone looked at JJ, who now had the babygirl tucked into his arm, sitting up against the couch in her soft, pink babygrow. It was the funniest sight. “She’s chillin’.” He showed off.
Harry laughed. She looked pretty comfy sitting there.
“Oh no, oh no, what’s wrong my G? What’s wrong?” Ethan switched arms with Teddy, but looked to Harry as a signal to see to him, and the dirty-blond reached to pick up the whimpering boy in his arms and stood up.
“What’s wrong, eh? What’s up, my boy?” His sweet voice soothed his ears, the warmth of his dad’s embrace familiar and his scent reassuring him he was safe so long he was here. “What’s the matter?”
Ok, even the boys kind of melted at Harry’s gentle tone, awestruck at him ever so slightly bouncing the baby as he walked. “I think he’s hungry to be fair.”
“Can I feed him?!” A voice asked behind the crew, and it was their camerawoman, Kirsty, who’d been dying for a little cuddle the moment she saw the three of them come in.
“Course! Of course!” Harry didn't hesitate, kneeling to pick up the changing bag. “Do you guys want to bring them over to SideCast?” He motioned for JJ to move Penny.
“Bro I can’t lift her.”
Harry looked at him baffled. He’d just shown him? “Alright, Ethan you bring her over.”
“Boss I . .” he nervously laughed, “I can’t—I don’t—”
“Bro what’d you mean?! You have a child yourself?! You-you-you done this!—”
“I FORGET HOW! I'M SCARED!”
“Just pick her up?!” He slipped Theo onto Kirsty.
“I CAN’T! What’d you—” he did attempt, but he just couldn’t. That intimidation washed over him all too well and it was like when Olive was just born all over again, needing Faith to be the one to pick her up the first few times so he could copy. “I can’t.”
“You’re not gonna break her,” Harry wrapped his big hands round the infant, fingers supporting the bottom of her head, he scooped her up in the air. “Are you still chillin’?” His soft tone returned as he spoke to the baby, “are you chillin’ my darlin?” Holding her out from him as her legs squirmed upward, identical eyes staring back at him, he couldn’t resist, stepping over things on the floor, he kissed and kissed her little face, bringing her close to his chest.
“Harry, are you obsessed?” Vik smiled.
“Yes.”
“Isn’t that mad?” Josh lifted a brow, “you fuckin’ hated kids and now you have some.”
“I think I still do hate kids, I just don’t hate my own.”
“Oh my god, please tell me you got that. Please tell me you got that,” Behzinga looked to the crew who had the cameras and mics rolling for the next set up. “HAHA! Yes!”
“Fuck’s sake,” your man laughed, looking at them shamefully. But not really.
When the boys got seated, Harry, Tobi, Ethan and Simon at the table, Vik and Zerkaa and JJ to their left on the couch still (with Kirsty who was still on aunt duties) they decided to shoot.
“How has the first few weeks of fatherhood actually been? Can you tell us about the birth? You’re still yet to tell us how it went. It was just kind of . . ‘congrats bog! Omg, ahhhhh!’” Simon mimicked the celebrations he got over the last few weeks as he changed the topic. “How’s Y/n? How’d she do? How’s she keeping?”
Harry thought back to that day, sighing embarrassingly, reflecting on how the day went and hung his head low. Facepalming even. “So.”
“We know bits but tell us the full story,” Simon proceeded playfully. He knew full well what he wanted out of him and Harry hated having to explain it all over again to other people. “. . you fainted.”
“I–I fainted, yes.”
“Twice.”
“Twice,” he drummed his fingers on the desk, the room already filled with loud cackles and shrieks, even the crew were giggling behind the cameras, catching the slightly red blush taking the blond’s cheeks. “But you–you don’t—”
“Why’d you faint twice?! Are you joki—”
“WHAT’D YOU MEAN why’d I faint? Why wouldn’t I?!” Harry's high-pitched tone sassed, hitting the desk as they laughed more.
“What did you do?! What happened?!”
“Boys, you don’t understand, Ethan can’t even back me up on this ‘cause his Mrs got the c-section, didn’t she?”
“Yeah,” the man chuckled, watching his buddy stressfully rub his eyes.
“So . . I was there in the room, labour started, wasn’t as long as what some women go through, so I’ve heard,” he remembered how the contractions just seemed to keep coming all of a sudden. “Bro . . I’m light-headed as it is. I just remember her squeezing my hand and getting told to push and push and nothin’ was happenin’ for a minute and I was getting ready for them to say ‘scrap this, we need to do a c-section’, like I was still rooting for a c-section! I was convinced!” He exclaimed. “And then, all of a sudden, the midwives are saying keep going, keep going. I’m watching y/n the whole time, I’m not taking my eyes off her, I’m watching her break out in a sweat, clenching her teeth, moaning the entire time and then the nurse goes ‘I can see the head’, and then I start to freak out. I freeze for 0.1 seconds, and then she tugs me down . . . and I just . .” he zoned out rethinking it, revisualizing you and your efforts with your legs propped up on that hospital bed. “I fucking hit the deck!”
He couldn’t even think so much over the laughter that bounced off the walls, taking it as the boys screamed with amusement, banging the desk, laughing into the mic.
“Laugh all you want! You’ll understand when it’s your turn and your fuckin’—” he couldn’t even defend himself, for the boys weren’t listening, stomachs hurting at the thought of him. “I was traumatised! I was traumatised!” His squeaky voice made it even funnier. “I hit the fucking floor and I remember my Mum going ‘Harry! Harry!’ ‘n I was just lying there, getting pulled up off the floor.”
“You just fell flat?”
“Bro, my fucking knees just gave out on me. I went down like a pile of bricks in this room! Nurses just trying to deliver a fucking baby!”
He was so funny without even trying. “I wake up, my Mum’s holding me up under my arm, I look in front of me again, I see Teddy come out and I just hit the fucking floor again! I hit the fucking floor again!”
Everyone was laughing so hard, it actually went silent. Majority were gasping for breath, high-pitched sounds coming from the back of their throats, their stomping of feet and slapping of legs filled the room. Harry pulled his hair down his face, awkwardly ruffling it, he didn't know what else he could say.
He let them have their moment, leaning his cheek on his hand, amused himself. “I mean I saw them both come out, that's all that matters, right?” That just sent them into another fit of gigs.
“So you were just overwhelmed?”
“Yeah, I just wasn’t expecting that when I looked down there. Not to degrade my lady, that’s not what I’m saying, she wasn’t a horrific sight! But it was an experience I could never be prepared for. Ever! And even she said she doesn’t think she’d be able to watch.”
“I think it’s like . . when you’re watching — if you watch someone break their leg . . you’re gonna squirm, you’re gonna feel sick because you can just imagine that pain and put yourself in that position. I think it’s the same, you’re just watching this person’s body go through the most brutal pain that like, our brains can’t even comprehend.” Simon gave a good explanation.
“Yeah! Yeah, exactly! Plus, I’m hearing all these words and phrases leading up to her labour, talking about what to do if there’s a load of blood, if she rips?! Did you know a woman can rip?! ‘Cause I didn’t!!”
“Women are mad tings. We are blessed to have them on this earth,” Tobi shook his head in disbelief.
“Literally,” Ethan agreed, others nodding their heads.
“Big up, Y/n,” Vik called, and the boys might have laughed but they agreed, and they applauded you, smiling proudly. “Yes! Big up, Y/n! Go you girl.”
“Superwoman.”
“Yeah, superwoman,” JJ nodded.
“What was her labour like? Was she on her own when her waters broke?”
Harry’s face was a picture. Shooting the boys side eye, they already began to laugh at his dramatic effect of his next story. “Was she on her own?” He dramatically asked. “Fucking right she wasn’t. I fucking wish. I fucking wish she was with anyone other than me ‘cause I was no help at all. I couldn’t even drive,” he began. “My Mum was gone - we had her over for the week ‘cause Y/n was struggling and we took precaution in case it meant the babies were coming but we didn’t actually think they would. But they did.” He said obviously. “But I’d paid for her to stay in a hotel with my Dad ‘cause our guest rooms aren’t finished yet so they weren’t there,” he briefly explained. “Three in the fucking morning.”
“NO!”
“Oh my word.”
“It wasn’t even as bad, we weren’t even asleep! We were both up ‘til 2:30, sitting downstairs, just talking, just sitting up, you know one of those nights? And we were laughing! It was normal! And then we were like ‘right, we need to go to bed, s’almost three’, I’m putting my mug in the sink, Y/n grabs a bottle of water from the fridge and starts talking to me again — boom. Just comes out of her, standing there in our kitchen.” He mimicked the silence you both had. He remembered standing there, his eyes widening almost out of his head as you could only watch with your mouth open in fear. And then you looked to each other and copied each other’s expressions. “I lost it bro, I have never been so disorderly in my life. I needed my Mum to be there. I rang her like 50 times in the span of a minute, shouting down the phone, ‘MUM! MUM! QUICK! QUICK! COME OVER! Y/N’S WATERS BROKE, I DON'T KNOW WHAT TO DO—’ meanwhile y/n’s just stood there still, not even moved. She’s waiting on me to keep my cool so we can make a move.”
“That’s mad bro, I never think of these things when I think of that stuff, like . . I wouldn’t know what to do in that situation, I’d be like ‘right Talia, phone your ambulance,’” Simon had the boys laughing as he gave his input.
“My heart rate was a rollercoaster from then onward, man. Up and down, up and down, I stole the fuckin’ gas they give in the hospital suite,” he confessed, “your Mrs gets this gas for pain relief, it’s basically just like laughing gas — bro, I was stealing this shit off y/n, I had her passing that to me like we were hitting a spliff,” he laughed, remembering the little nervous giggles between you both when you thought of what you were in for.
The boys all laughed, touched to hear these life-long memories Harry had made and found humour in looking back on, it was nice to hear as his friends but also reassuring in other ways, knowing they could still be funny moments in serious times. Honestly, they could have heard him ramble forever about all the different stories he had so far with fatherhood, still baffled this was his life now but greatly reassured it hadn’t changed him that much, if at all.
He might be a dad, but he was still the immature youngster out of them.
“D’you want to hold him?”
“What?! So he can spit up over me next?! Piss off!”
“Olive did it on me! Go on!” Harry grinned, hovering his son over Ethan.
“Shove off, bro! I can’t stand that milky breath!”
Harry laughed, done playing around and sat in his seat again, giving a solid pat on the boy’s back as he held him over his shoulder, laughing at a comment from Josh.
“—and now you got your two sidekicks for the rest of your days, two happy, healthy babies,” Tobi brought them back to their convo to end, holding his microphone.
“Yes sir.”
“And a wonderful mother who’s doing good?”
“She’s amazing man. She was made for this,” he grinned subconsciously at the mention of you, “she’s insane. And you know what? I haven’t stopped laughing these past few weeks, I don’t know why. I thought we’d be stressed the fuck out, trying to get in a routine and shit but bro, she been killing me, it’s fucking jokes,” he began to laugh himself, “we don’t know what we’re doin’.”
“Brother you’re killing it, that warms my heart to hear. Congrats my guy. I know we keep saying that but you deserve it. The both of you are smashing it.”
“Thanks, man,” Harry fist-bumped him wholeheartedly.
“We’ll go for a pint soon,” Ethan promised.
“Bro, my Mrs will have to come, she needs it more then me,” he chuckled, swapping Teddy for Penny to help get her wind up.
Ew. Now he was seeming clingy. Were you two always like this?
“Yeah bro, we should go to dinner,” JJ stated, “all of us, mum and dads night off,” he laughed.
Simon tickled Teddy’s sock-covered foot with a finger, seeing if he would react or not. “What ‘dad things’ are excited to do next?”
“Ermm. I’m excited for a lot of things. I can’t wait ‘til their like, old enough to do things and remember them. Like I can’t wait to go to a farm, man,” he boringly confessed, “or that first holiday, I can’t wait to take them swimming. Can’t wait to take them to Guernsey.”
“Can’t wait for a kick about?”
How could he forget that? “Yeah. I’m excited to put them in kits, I can’t lie,” he said like a loser. “Can’t wait to bring them to the charity match?!” That was a good one. “Yeah, I’m excited for a lot. I don’t want to wish it away though. Soon enough I’ll be doing the school run like ‘noo, where’d all the time go?’” he smiled. “I just want to enjoy them now . . . before they’re assholes asking for my money ‘n shit,” he snuggled his face into his sweet, innocent baby girl.
“Good answer, mate,” Behz applauded. “Enjoy it, dads.”
“You got any other advice out there to the new dads out there?”
Harry thought.
“Ermmm. No.”
Another laughing fit occurred, Simon and Zerkaa shaking their heads, JJ rolling his eyes. “Come on bro!”
“Wh–I got nothin’! I don’t know what I’m doing!” Harry defended. “I’m winging this shit ‘til the rest of my days! Are you mad?”
“Blood never changes,” Ethan mumbled into his mic.
“What advice you got for the two, what you sayin’ to them?” Simon nodded to his children.
Harry’s face twisted with thought, looking up to the ceiling, he wondered, still rubbing circles on Penny’s back. “I’m sayin’ . . . don’t do anything I’ve ever done. Ever.”
He didn’t know why they were trying not to laugh again, being serious in his words, he looked around curiously, “what? I think that’s pretty good, no?”
“That is the best advice, Harry, yes. Don’t be like your father,” Tobi was walking off set, patting his shoulder, wondering on earth who gave this guy two kids.
“It’s as well like . . they ain’t got no evidence of you in your younger days . . or anythin’,” Ethan casually mumbled.
Harry’s face dropped.
Unimpressed even, he could only look at the camera, take in his words, and accept his fate.
But hey . . at least he had you to go through it all with.
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pairing: Dad!sy x Pregnant!Mom!Reader
summary: Baby Ellie has her daddy wrapped round her little finger, but so does her momma. After-all they’re his pretty girl (smut)
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“Hey pretty, c’mere and give me a kiss” Sy cooed nuzzling into his wife’s side on their bench swing in the backyard, his hands rubbing over her exposed bump which was housing their second baby. “mhm okay” She gave in ultimately giving him a soft wet kiss, having to push him away for a breath. “D-da d-da” Both their heads turning to face their 1 year old babygirl, who was settled on her play mat out in the shade.
Aika rested her head on her paws whilst on the play mat, letting baby Ellie rest her body against hers, ultimately using Aika as her backrest. The Syverson family was spending this nice summers day out on the porch, with Ellie clad in only a diaper just to keep her cool. “Yes my gorgeous girl, ya enjoyin’ bein’ out here with your momma and dada?” Sy cooed slipping off the bench and onto the mat a few feet away, Ellie was holding up her own bottle as she drank away, her other hand reaching up for Sy’s hand.
Ever since Ellie had seen the effect of the word ‘da’ on her daddy, she’s been using it ever since as a sign of a beck and call. “Da, da da” The soft curled bundle of joy tottered away from Aika’s body and wobbled her way onto her daddy’s lap. “Aren’t ya jus’ precious sweetpea, you n your mama n’ baby brother” Sy growled peppering kisses all over Ellie’s face until she started giggling and had to push his face away.
“Sy stop it and give her a chance” Y/n giggled watching, knowing damn well her babygirl loved giving out kisses too, Ellie’s lips already pouting out to land kisses on her daddy’s beard covered cheek. “mwah da” Ellie babbled happily, her curls bouncing with her, her hands on his shoulders to stabilise her standing up. “Wow babygirl, best kiss av ever gotten” Sy gasped hugging her tiny body to his immediately, carrying her onto his lap again.
“Da-da baba?” Ellie pulled away looking up with her innocent doe eyes, picking up her empty bottle up to her daddy, another small pout playing on her lips. “N' here I thought you wanted to cuddle with dada” Sy playfully scoffed settling Ellie down by Y/n, their babygirl wasting no time in cuddling on her mama’s lap, her head resting on her chest, her tiny hands feeling the baby’s kicks; her eyes twinkling watching Sy walk inside with her precious baba.
“got daddy wrapped round your lil finger baby” Y/n smiled nuzzling her head against her baby’s, pressing a big kiss on her cheek as she rocked her gently. “One baba per request” Sy said rocking back into the backyard, shaking the small lukewarm pink bottle in his hand, testing the temperature on his wrist before he handed it back to his little precious petal. “mm baba dada” She said handing it back to him.
Sy smiled picking up the tiny tot and sitting down beside his wife with Ellie laying across his lap as if she was a newborn again. His hands steadily holding the baby bottle to her lips as she suckled softly, her naturally wide eyes peering around the garden at all the different birds before settling on the baby blues of her dad. One of her hands reaching behind her for her momma and the other holding onto Sy’s hand that was holding the bottle.
“Think she���ll go down for a nap soon?” He smirked looking up to his wife, that same playful lustful loon in his eyes whenever his eye caught hers, his head leaning down to kiss and nuzzle against the side of her face like a possessive bear cub. “Oh yeah she’s your daughter Sy honey, fill her belly and she’ll be knocked out soon enough” Y/n swooned, leaning her body towards him as her hand patted down his soft stomach and body.
“See look her pretty lil eyes are already closing, must be the cool breeze helpin cool her down too” Checking her nappy was still clean, after about 15 minutes Y/n had burped and lulled her babygirl to sleep, ultimately leading her to put her down in her crib. Turning on the baby monitor and adjusting the room temperature, Y/n left the room slightly ajar as Sy and her retreated to hanging out in their shared bedroom.
“I ever tell ya how pretty you are? Especially when you’re full n’ round cus a’ me” Sy poses on the bed like a girl, his feet swinging in the air as he lay on his stomach, his hands cupping his face whilst he just stared at his wife. “Yes loverboy, you tell me at least every hour”
“That can’t be right, i’ll make sure to say it every minute then” He joked rolling onto his back, guiding her to sit on his lap, his hands immediately clasping around her body to cage her closer to him. “But seriously you are just gorgeous, jus’ how do you get even more beautiful the more life goes on” Y/n soon found herself feeling hot and bothered the more compliments and kisses she received, not to mention the subtle ass squeezes Sy had managed to squeeze in between his monologues.
“Stop it Sy please” She whined carefully tracing his brow with her thumb, trying to distract herself from looking into his eyes which were desperately trying to catch hers. “What can’t I pay my pretty mama compliments? I’m havin’ to stop myself ‘ere” Growling lightly he slightly jerked his hips up, letting her feel his hardened cock through his grey sweatpants, his torso bare. “Fuck Sy”
“I know baby m’sorry, I can’ help it, anytime I see you, smell you or hear you, the little guy gets excited n’ needs ya” Rubbing up her back soothingly under his shirt she was wearing, he felt her slowly start to shift herself back and forth on his lap, her wetness starting to leak through her thin cotton panties to create a darker stain on his pants. “Oh baby what are ya doin?”
“I need somethin Sy, seein’ ya be such a good daddy to Ellie and how you’re just so fuckin’ sexy it actually kills me” She suddenly broke out into a curse, seeing Sy basically move around the house was like porn for her, seeing him tend to the laundry and housework? She was about to bend him over if she could. Seeing him try his absolute best to lighten her load, even taking his babygirl Ellie out on his walks just so she could have some peace and quiet.
“You gonna use me baby? Get what you need momma, so fuckin’ pretty like this, my perfect angel, got my cock all swollen jus by bein you” He pushed back some of her hair away from her face, her expression furrowed as she quickened her pace knowing it wouldn’t be long before Ellie woke up again. “Y-you make me feel so good” Moving her underwear to the side she let her bare sensitive pussy rub against the fabric of his sweatpants, the head of his cock peeking out of the band as per her request.
“Hold on pretty-“ He gasped pulling down his sweatpants to his thighs, letting them feel each other’s skin as they humped against each other lovingly. Her swollen lips parted to hug around his shaft, covering his length in her slick wet juices, the lewd sounds filling the bedroom along with her whines and whimpers; the both of them being careful to not be so loud. “So soft” He would whisper out as his thumb caressed her sensitive nerve, watching her face contort whilst he stimulated her clit.
“You gonna cum for me pretty girl? Can feel it, come on baby I want it so bad” He whispered against her neck, his lips inching upwards until they reached hers. His tongue slipping into her mouth engaging it in a wet spit filled kiss, keeping her quiet. “M-m gonna come Sy” She whispered urgently feeling that band in her stomach grow tighter, with it eventually snapping once one of Sy’s paws wandered up to tug and rub at her hardened nipples. “Aww baby you did so good, m’ so prouda you pretty, makin’ yourself feel good on your man’s lap” He cooed in between grunts as he tugged at his hardened shaft to squirt ropes of cum onto her pussy.
“You proud of me” Y/n smiled hazily leaning back, massaging his cum into her pussy, her eyes peering at him as he brought her back in for a sloppy make-out session, leaving both their chins shiny with spit. “Fuckin’ best thing ta ever happen to me”
(this fic is not proofread)
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Gojo saying he hates taking care of brats and then becoming the best dad ever 🤫
💌! anon, you have NO IDEA what that panel of jjk going around was doing to me. Toru literally my cutest hubby ^^
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You still remember meeting the grumpy and dork of a seventeen year old manchild when you entered the Jujutsu high's hallways for the very first time.
Your most core memories of him being the ones where he used to accompany you to your part time jobs, to babysit little kids.
While the three year old would be building blocks on the ground in front of you both, Satoru thinking of himself as the sly one would try scooting closer to your side on the couch. Softly grazing your hand and closing his one over it as he'd lean in to whisper something along the lines of,
"Baby, I think this is an amazing time to makeout before this utter nuisance turns his head arou—"
His words being cut off short with the ripping cries of the three year old who'd start to kick his feet and throw all his blocks around in pure anger.
Satoru would heave the loudest sigh,
"Baby please I just need a quick peck plea–"
But you would immediately stand up in panic and lift the child up in your arms, completely falling deaf to your touch deprived boyfriend.
"Satoru I think the baby pooped! " You exclaimed, turning the little boy left and right in the air.
"ew— EW! " Your boyfriend's second signal of disgust getting louder at what you did next, as quick as Satoru was to scrunch his face in disgust, you too were as fast to shove the three year old sobbing boy in your boyfriend's face. Forcing him to hold the baby.
"Hold him tight! I'll be right back with some new nappies and wipes! "
You stormed off, not caring about the way your boyfriend was screaming in pure horror along with the sobbing baby.
"Stop—" He tried to push the baby as far away from his nose as possible, "Stop! I'll actually die if your nasty stuff gets a anywhere on my skin! " He is yelling in pure fear, as if the kid was understanding whatever he was saying.
"Oh my holy lord, Y/n, please get here fast. I don't think I have too much time left! " He is crying out for you as the baby's face gets redder, cheeks puffier and his tiny legs kicking madly in the air the longer he stares at the snowy haired guy's disgusted face. Satoru was shriveling in pure terror by every passing second.
As soon as you enter the room with all the necessary materials Satoru dramatically gasped in relief, as if he just saw Jesus himself walk in to save him from his death.
He watches you and the baby from the couch with his big blue eyes stretched wide in disgust as you are in the process of cleaning the little one up.
"They better pay you a good chunk for that" He continues to comment while continuing to curl himself up in a ball .
You roll your eyes and turn to face Satoru who looked like he was in a Lion's den.
"Why don't to try putting his diaper on? " You ask, holding up the new pair of diaper.
"No! What if that demon has some poop left sticking around his butt! "
You sigh loud, "Toru, I cleaned him well. He is fine."
"But–" He stops, seeing the way your eyes were literally judging him at this point,
"Ugh– fine! But don't cry for me when I get his poop on my hand and die on spot! "
He walks towards you both, stomping and looking all moody and pouty in annoyance. Slumping down and snatching the new diaper from your hand while mumbling a "only coz I love you too much" while still looking annoyed as hell, but you couldn't help the small smile that slips on your face while looking at how he acts no different than the three year old right in front of you.
As the baby stares at Satoru's pouty and moody face who was wondering which side of the diaper was supposed to be in the front, the little boy lets out a hearty giggle.
That catches Satoru's attention.
Satoru raises a brow,
"Oh, So you wanna get along now? " The grown seventeen year old questions, making the baby coo and kick his feet.
Satoru's pout slowly lifts into a smile at that.
"Well, You don't seem like that bad of a guy yourself. Maybe we can get along after all." He shrugs with a smirk.
"watch me babe, I just know well enough how to make these little poopers laugh." He says in confidence and you fold your arms, watching them with a raised brow and big smile.
"Here comes superhero Gojo to save the nakey baby's day! " He lets out, in the most childish playful tone, something you were yet to experience from a 'tough guy' like him up until now.
The baby bursts out in laughter, Your smile turning into a huge grin at the sight
"Superhero Gojo?? Say that again, lemme record it! " You laugh out loud, getting up immediately to look for your cellphone
"Hello? Don't try making fun of me, I'm getting into the charac— "
Oh, the baby loves interrupting the seventeen year old boy's moments for sure.
But this one seemed like straight up hate crime to Satoru,
The baby shoots his pee right at his face.
Your jaw drops down and your eyes go wide in literal shock at the sudden occurrence and you completely freeze on your steps.
As for Satoru,
Boy, he was way too deeply traumatized to move himself right away, Eyes squeezed shut tight he felt like his soul leave his body as all his limbs suddenly became stiff and completely paralyzed.
"Oh my– Satoru— " You were trying so hard not to give up everything and burst in a fit of laughter at the entire scene that unfolded right in front of your eyes.
The baby, however, seemed to be having the best time of his life, giving out the most hearty belly laughter as he finished his work on your boyfriend's face.
"Y/n— i think— I think I'm gonna lose my six eyes— I can't open my eyes—" His hands trying to reach out for you
"Satoru! You are not even trying to open them- let's wash your face!" You immediately put the diaper on the baby yourself before grabbing your boyfriend's hand and guiding his soulless body to the nearest washroom.
As you were saying goodbye to the little boy who was in his mother's arms, you couldn't help but notice how he was staring at Satoru in disgust with his nose scrunched.
You turn to take a glance at Satoru who was holding a tight lipped smile at the boy while waving goodbye. Trying to hard to not humble the baby in front of his mom.
The walk back home that day was quite, none of you really spoke. Satoru looked like he wanted to go back to his room and dive his face straight into the blankets.
You shouldn't be surprised, None of the kids you took care of really got along with Satoru. Most either ended up pulling locks of his hair or throwing their toys at his face. You don't even know why he was still so up about accompanying you every weekend.
You both pause as you finally reach the gates of Jujutsu high,
The awkward silence starting to make you feel bad for what he had to keep going through.
"Did you see how that little clown was looking at me? After I let him pee on my precious face, that too ?!" He finally bursts in utter shock.
"Satoru, I'm sorry.." you sigh, but as much as you felt sad for him you pursed your lips, concealing a laugh.
"You know — My mom always taught me when I was a kid to never befriend your enemies, Look what happened! You just can never be good to anyone these days! This is how people end up walking all over you!" He continued to rant,
as much as you were thinking he wasn't being serious, your boyfriend's tightly knit brows and fuming face told you otherwise.
"Ugh.." He grunts in annoyance before shoving his hands in his pant pockets, looking down, kicking one of the small pebbles on the ground
"This was my last straw.. I never wanna get stuck babysitting a brat ever again" He mumbles in pure annoyance.
It's been ten years since,
the image of the childish dramatic teen still so fresh in your memories, the guy who would always mumble an 'oh god, lets run' or 'another one of satan's poop' whenever you both would be out together and spot kids running in the streets.
A soft smile spreading across your lips as you pull the duvets down at the sudden burst of memories, slowly peeling your eyes open, vision trying to adjust to the big white and beige decorated bedroom.
You get up on your feet when you hear the noise of utensils clanking coming from the kitchen.
Taking small, lazy strides you walk towards the kitchen in your white oversized shirt and fuzzy woolen brown socks.
Rubbing your eyes as you pause on your steps and stare at the scene in front of you at the kitchen.
"Does my Kana like it??" You watch the snowy haired male softly question the two year old who was sat on the marble counter.
The little baby girl nods her chubby face and suddenly clasps both sides of the spoon in her tiny palms, trying to pull back the spoon that Satoru was holding, closer to her mouth, the little baby spoon seemingly containing some yogurt.
Satoru was sitting down the floor on his knees in front of the counter where your little baby was placed, The grown man was in just a pair of his checkered red sweatpants, without even a shirt on in the cold freezing temperature. All his previous scars scattered around his bare skin that ran all the way up to his face still visible well enough, One that you and your baby girl used to cry over when they were in healing process, but grew to love so much now. As you stand there and stare at them your memories took you back again to show the contrast between the once boyish dorky seventeen year old who had now grown up into the man right in front of you.
Satoru was too focused on the little girl to notice your presence, his big blue eyes staring up at the two year old who was swinging her small feet and staring back at her dad with big doe eyes.
"wait– let papa tie up kana's hair or it'll get in your mouth, baby" he smiles, giving her messy white hair that matches his, a gentle stroke. As soon as Satoru stands up, the tiny girl forwards both her hands and starts making grabby hands at the huge man.
"pa– pa! " She coos trying to reach out to him.
"c'mere my little softie" He chuckles, quickly lifting her off the counter and letting her chin fall slump on his bare shoulders, her big glowing eyes finally falls on you while she is sucking onto her thumb messily and almost drooling all over her dad's bare shoulder, Satoru who was busy looking for her little barbie hair tie couldn't seem to care at the moment.
"pa! ma– ! ma wakey !" she immediately points at you in surprise, causing your husband to immediately turn around to face you.
Your lips melt into the softest smile at your little girl's baby voice.
"morning to the best girl " you giggle, walking up to them and landing a big smooch on her forehead.
"morning honey" Your husband throws a wide lazy grin at you, his snowy white hair still tousled and messy, eyes still looking a bit puffy, signaling he too woke up not long ago.
"morning Toru bear " you smile,
he immediately leans in to try kissing you.
You try scooting away,
"Ugh, I haven't brushed yet—" you groan, trying to block his face,
"Neither have I," he shrugs with a boyish grin before stepping forward with your little girl still in his arms, proceeding to snatch a quick peck, which just slowly turns into a little kiss session.
Kana's eyes widen at the scene, and she lifts her small hand up in the air. "me– kana too! ma pa kana too! "
It makes you and Satoru pull away from each other and giggle, You both start smooching the little baby's face together who starts scrunching her nose in response.
"ma pa stink! " she immediately voices making you laugh,
"oh? no more kisses for Kana" Satoru raises a brow, starring at kana dead serious.
That makes the little girls eyes widen and bottom lips quiver before her big eyes start getting glossy.
Satoru's eyes widens at that.
"Papa was just joking! Papa will never stop giving kana big big kissies! " He tries to rock her as she continues staring at him with big sad eyes.
"ok– let's go play, let mommy wash her face! " he is about to walk away when you stop him by his arm.
"I'll take care of her, you should first go wash up" You suggest, but he shakes his head.
"I'll miss her all day once I leave for work let me spend some time" he pouts, You sigh and give a nod at that.
You watch them walk away,
standing for a bit longer at the same spot to watch your husband put the little girl who was in her cherry printed bodysuit and frilly white socks down the ground.
"it's snowingg ! " Her dad sits down the fluffy beige carpet and exclaims, pointing at the view in the window, making her looking at him with big smile,
"snoing! " she repeats after him and also pointing at the tall windows that displayed the snow covered garden with her tiny finger, before proceeding to waddle towards Satoru and climbing up on his lap to sit down on it, while still continuing to stare out at the window and swinging her little feet out of habit as Satoru starts carefully pulling back the locks of her hair, trying to tie it into mini space buns.
Your little girl suddenly looks back at her dad while practically sucking on her entire tiny fisted hand as Satoru is still doing her hairstyle.
"papa lov uh!" She innocently exclaims, throwing her tiny hands in the air, looking at him with her big round eyes, waiting for an I love you back.
Satoru's lips pull up into a big heartfelt grin.
"love you lot lot more softie" He whispers playfully making her scrunch her nose and giggle, before turning back to look outside the windows.
"papa luv kana" your baby girl continues to sing to herself while getting her hair done by her dad,
"my cutest little fairy " he mumbles to himself while continuing to do her hair.
Your heart felt so full, You got to be in heaven right now. You enjoyed every little moment they shared, hearing kana's voice in middle of the night entering your room to tap Satoru awake every time she felt scared in her room, how you will then find them both in the morning, asleep on the couch with her sprawled on his chest and drooling over it while he had his buff arms wrapped around the tiny baby but still managing to sleep soundly with her, the way you had to rip Satoru back and tell him to go get ready for work instead of cleaning Kana's snot and drool up constantly. Having to calm down Kana who would start crying bloody murder when Satoru finally gets dressed for work and stands near the doorway, waving you both a goodbye. Satoru having to always bargain with her by leaving a bunch of endless kisses all over her chubby cheeks and forehead, and also promising to watch Disney movies with her in the upcoming weekends if she stops crying when he leaves.
Oh she was definitely a daddy's girl. One that Satoru would never get tired of no matter how much of a brat she'd become. You have to hold back a laugh every time you think about how the Satoru you knew from ten years ago would react if he would have known about this information.
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The Succubus - Valentine's Day
A sequel to The Succubus.
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“Good morning, little cucky,” the monster cooed, peering over the bars of the crib. “Happy Valentine’s Day! Could you hear the grown-ups having their fun earlier, sweetie? I hope we didn’t wake you…”
Debbie glowered at her, all too aware of how ridiculous she must look trying to be intimidating with a pacifier bobbing in her mouth, lying at the bottom of an oversized crib beneath a set of Disney princess bedsheets. Her eyes were red, and there were tears drying on her cheeks as well. She had indeed woken up to the loud sounds of lovemaking coming from her former bedroom.
The Succubus laughed. “Oh dear! Someone’s a very grumpy girl today! Looks like we did wake you after all, huh? I guess you’ll just have to have an extra-long nap this afternoon to make up for it. But right now it’s time to get you up and dressed, little one!” She flung back the princess covers to reveal Debbie’s body, nude but for the thick disposable diaper around her waist.
Debbie slipped out of her crib, her nappy sagging heavily between her legs as she got to her feet. Her bottom lip trembled behind her soother. She’d woken up wet again.
The Succubus reached out, grinning like a Cheshire cat, and put her hand on Debbie’s crotch. Debbie could feel the cold, soggy padding pressing against her pussy. “That’s my little bedwetter,” said the Succubus softly. She slipped a finger past the leak guards, her eyes not leaving Debbie’s face. “Soaked again... Mummy’s poor widdle baby just can’t contwol herself, can she?”  Then she spun her around and pulled out the back of her diaper. “But you’re still not pooping at night.” She turned her back around, smiling horribly. “Don’t worry though. Sooner or later you’ll start waking up stinky.”
Debbie imagined waking up every morning to a yucky mess in the seat of her pants and no memory of how it had got there, and felt sick at the thought. The Succubus wanted her to be fully incontinent. Her horrifying voice power had served to strip Debbie of most of her daytime control, but her commands didn’t work as well when Debbie was sleeping. It had taken weeks of ‘special medicine’ in her baby bottles, but now she was starting to reliably wake up in pissy Pampers. Yet the creature who had stolen her adulthood clearly wouldn’t be satisfied until she was doing the most babyish thing possible in her pants while she slept.
Once her hair was tied up in pigtails, frilly socks had been pulled over her feet, and she was dressed in a pale pink frock that failed to reach past the drooping, discoloured seat of her nappy (her overnight diaper was never changed before she made her morning poo-poo), Debbie was ready to head downstairs for breakfast. Mealtimes had been bad enough from the start, when the demon liked to cram her body inside a tight highchair, tie a bib around her neck, and feed her jar after jar of bland, mushy baby food – but things had become even worse ever since she’d realised there was another, better way to feed her ‘baby girl’.
They headed into the living room rather than the kitchen once they’d gone down the stairs, to find John lounging in an armchair having just finished his breakfast. His empty tray was sitting on a table beside him.
“Go and kiss Daddy good morning,” said the Succubus, patting Debbie’s diapered bottom to send her on her way.
Debbie hurried over to her husband. She wasn’t really allowed to kiss him, she knew. Instead she pressed the shield of her binky briefly against his cheek and let him pat her on the head. “Good morning, pretty princess,” he cooed, and Debbie’s heart did a little flutter despite herself.
She turned around and felt her stomach roll, as it always did, at the sight of the Succubus sitting on the sofa with her large, heavy tits out of her top. A droplet of milk was glistening on the end of one of her nipples. “Come to Mummy, baby,” she said seductively, her dark eyes burning like coals. “Time for your feeding.”
Debbie toddled to the sofa, diaper crinkling noisily, and lay herself across the monster woman’s lap. It had taken a while for her milk to come in, but now she produced enough that Debbie had three meals a day from her boobs, supplemented in the evenings by oatmeal and store-bought baby food. With a wet pop, the Succubus removed the dummy from her mouth and guided her lips slowly towards her waiting breast, clearly savouring the look of revulsion on her victim’s face.
Debbie felt the warm nipple enter her mouth, and her lips closed around it and began to suckle instinctively, enthusiastically, against her will. Hot, creamy breastmilk ran down her throat at once. It had a rum-like sweetness to it that wasn’t entirely unpleasant, but no matter how hard she tried, Debbie couldn’t ignore the fact that she was guzzling milk from another woman’s tits. It didn’t help that the Succubus cooed to her in a sickening sweet voice while she fed.
“Good girl, Debbie! Drink up all your milkies, that’s a good baby. Isn’t it yummy-wummy? Straight from Mummy’s boobies to baby’s belly.”
The milk seemed endless, and Debbie’s stomach already felt full to bursting when she was moved onto the second breast. But she knew better than to try and fight. That would just make the creature use that cold, awful voice, and Debbie would simply end up doing as she was told anyway. She may even earn herself a spanking to boot. At last she finished her breakfast, and after being briefly burped with her head over the Succubus’s shoulder, the monster kissed her on the forehead, shoved her pacifier back between her lips, and got up. “Time for Mummy to have her breakfast too,” she said, her eyes sparkling. “I think pancakes sound tasty. You stay here and behave yourself, okay sweetie?” And she left Debbie sitting on the sofa feeling heavy and tired, with her tummy full to the brim with breastmilk.
But Debbie knew she had a rare opportunity. It wasn’t often that the Succubus left her alone with her husband. John was still in his armchair, reading the paper, and the moment the demon left the living room, Debbie got off the sofa and waddled over to him as fast as she could. She could feel the milk sloshing around in her stomach. John looked up from his paper at the sound of her rustling diaper just as she reached him. Pushing aside his newspaper, her gaze fixed on his handsome face, Debbie clambered into her husband’s lap and straddled one of his legs. She bounced impatiently on his knee, and John wrinkled his nose at the pee-pee smell, but he chuckled indulgently all the same. “Do you want a horsey-ride, little missy?”
“Yes please,” Debbie whispered breathily, her soother falling from her mouth and dangling on the end of its chord. It had been over two weeks since she’d last had the opportunity for a ‘horsey-ride’ on his lap, but she felt that if the two of them could just have something resembling an intimate moment today, on Valentine’s Day, it would somehow undo the Succubus’s brainwashing and make John see her as a woman again.
John raised his eyebrow at her.
“Yes please, Daddy,” she corrected, hating the monster that had done this to her loving husband.
John nodded, satisfied, and started to bounce his knee. “Horsey, horsey, don’t you stop,” he sang, “just let your feet go clippety-clop!”
Debbie suppressed a moan of pleasure as her padded pussy was pressed hard against his knee with each bounce. If she closed her eyes and ignored the singing, if she pressed her body against his chest and pretended her pants weren’t full of pee-pee, she could almost pretend that they were making love.
“Your tail goes swish and your wheels go round!”
Her clit was pulsing delightfully. She could feel herself getting closer and closer to orgasm. She was so desperate these days. She was almost there… She was right on the edge…
“Giddy up, we’re homeward bound!”
“I think that’s enough of that!” came the Succubus’s amused voice, and Debbie felt arms loop around her middle and lift her effortlessly off her husband’s knee.
“Noooo!” she shrieked, kicking her legs and humping the air desperately. Her pussy was spasming, tantalisingly close to relief. “No! No! No!”
Her feet hit the floor and there was a sharp smack on her bottom. “Aren’t you a lucky girl, getting to play on Daddy’s lap for a bit!” the demon crooned darkly. She swatted Debbie’s bottom again. “But settle down now, babykins. You can’t play horsey forever, and Daddy doesn’t want you rubbing your disgusting, piss-soaked diaper all over him.”
“Pleeeease…” Debbie begged, tears welling up in her eyes. She pressed her hand against the front of her nappy and started to rub. She couldn’t stop herself. She needed release.
“Bad girl, Debbie!” the Succubus scolded, pushing her hands away from her crotch. “Is that what Mummy’s taught you to do when you’re feeling naughty tingles in your no-no spot?”
Debbie whined. She clenched her fists at her sides and bounced on the spot. Her pussy was so achy. She hated asking, hated what it involved, but it was the only time the Succubus ever allowed her to orgasm. Most of the time the monster refused her. But occasionally, just frequently enough, she’d say yes.
“Mummy…” Debbie said through gritted teeth. “Please can I have sex?”
“Keep going, baby,” the Succubus said, her eyes glittering maliciously. “Ask properly.”
“I know… I know I’m too silly and little for real sex,” said Debbie, glaring at the floor, “but I want to play pretend. Please can I have sex with my teddy bear?”
The Succubus ran her fingers through one of Debbie’s pigtails, considering, letting the silence drag on. “Yes you may, baby,” she said finally. “Go get teddy.”
Debbie rushed over to the toybox that sat in the corner of the room and pulled out an enormous teddy bear, disentangling him from some of her dress-up clothes. But she’d only gone two steps back towards the Succubus when she stopped dead. For a moment, she couldn’t figure out what was wrong. Then a soft grunt escaped her lips. Her knees began to bend, and she found herself sinking into an uncontrollable squat. Tears spilled down her cheeks. “No…” she sobbed.
“Uh-oh!” sang the Succubus, and Debbie could hear the grin on her face. “Looks like it’s time for someone’s morning whoopsies!”
John laughed. “I’m just glad she waited until she was out of my lap!”
Debbie let out a loud, unladylike grunt, following by another sob, and then she got to work pushing last night’s din-dins into her pants. Her diaper drooped even lower beneath the hem of her frock as a heavy, smelly mess dropped into the back. Her face was scrunched up as though she was straining with all her might to make as big of a poo-poo as she possibly could in her Pampers, although the truth was that she was quite out of control of her own body. Her nappy sagged again as she dumped another load into it, accompanied by a fresh wave of wee-wee, so that her baby pants hung so heavily between her thighs they were halfway down to her knees. Then, with a final grunt, Debbie straightened up.
“Mummy…” she whimpered. “Please can I have a change before… before…”
The Succubus’s face was as full of delight as Debbie’s was with horror. She approached the quivering baby woman like a predator. “No, little one,” she said, her tone mocking. “If you want your special rub-rubs today then you have to have them now, in your dirty diaper.” She shoved Debbie’s dummy back between her lips, took her by the hand, and led her over to the centre of the room. “Put teddy down here,” she said, pointing at the floor. Arms trembling, Debbie did as she was told. She felt sick with shame, but even with the horrible, babyish mess in her pants, her pussy was still burning needily. “Good girl,” said the monster, flushed with arousal. “Now you can have sex with teddy, and I can have sex with your husband.” She looked over at John. “Ready for round two?” she asked, smirking.
John grinned back and started to undo his belt as his lover strutted over to him, stripping off her clothes as she went. Meanwhile Debbie lowered herself gently to the floor, on top of her teddy bear. She nearly gagged when the poop in her diaper squished against her bottom, but she was almost too horny to care. The first thrust against teddy sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body, and she couldn’t stop herself moaning like a slut. She heard John and the Succubus laugh, but she kept going, grinding her aching, diaper-clad pussy against her bear, picking up speed. But then she made the mistake of looking up, and although she didn’t stop humping, Debbie started to wail at the sight of the demon riding her husband’s cock. She was straddling his lap, bouncing up and down on his manhood with her head thrown back in ecstasy. “Oh, oh, ohhh!” she moaned.
Debbie felt her orgasm getting closer and closer, but she couldn’t tear her eyes away from the nightmare happening before her. She sucked frantically on her binky and went cross-eyed as she thrust against her teddy bear, her head dizzy with need. She was right on the edge. And then she was over it, she was cumming in her stinky, sopping wet diaper – and as she did, the Succubus looked over her shoulder with an evil smile and whispered, “Happy Valentine’s Day, baby girl…”
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Please can you write a fic about reader who’s just had a baby and (any driver) looks after her and they do the cute things like drive baby home, makes sure she’s taken her pills, helps her learn to feed etc like fluffy cuteness 😍
A Piece of Us - OP81
Summary: Becoming young parents is a task but Oscar's never failed trying something new yet and he doesn't intend to now. He's going to be a great dad and he's going to make sure the mother of his child is just as cared for.
No part 2 requests please
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Oscar felt blessed to know he has a couple weeks with his new baby and girlfriend before he has to work. Sadly paternity leave doesn't really exist in F1 unless he wants to just give up his seat.
"A long and exhausting recovery." Y/n sighs as she considers the challenge of getting out of bed so they can leave since they've deemed it ok to discharge her. "It's a good thing our baby is cute, or I wouldn't think ruining my vag-"
"Nothing is ruined and you are both perfect." Oscar states after having secured their sleeping daughter in the car seat. "Do you want some help?"
"You realise you're the only one of the three of us leaving this hospital not in a nappy." Y/n mumbles hating the fact that childbirth has done this to her.
"The midwife said every woman has to wear one when they have a natural birth. You don't look any less beautiful...I just wish I could take any pain away from you." Oscar smiles lightly then moving to kiss her which she is more than accepting of. "I love you. Before, during and after the birth of our baby, I love you entirely."
Y/n pouts feeling tears welling up before she climbs off the bed, purely so she can latch onto Oscar.
"We're not doing this agains for a long time." Y/n mumbles earning a small laugh.
"When or if you're ever ready to have another baby or go through this again. Then we can talk about it." Oscar nods making her smile since he has always made it clear that it's her body going through everything and he will never impose his view on anything because it's not his place unless she asks for him to add input. "Are you ready?"
"I'm ready." Y/n nods as he holds her hands and she tests being able to keep herself upright. "I'm alright, you get Iris. I'll get-"
"Nothing, you're still not going to be carrying anything heavy. We just need to get you both to the car. I will take care of everything." Oscar states having made a point of knowing every rule the midwife has assigned to y/n.
Her only job is to rest, cuddle and feed the baby and if she's in pain alert Oscar. That last one might be more of a rule he's implementing since he was given the painkillers she might need since she did get stitches and she is definitely in a lot of discomfort.
Oscar gets the bags to the car first before making sure they're both secure in the back seats since y/n wants to be able to keep an eye on Iris while they're driving.
"Are you sure you're comfortable enough back here?" Oscar asks as he opens the back door looking at her.
"No, but I'm not going to be anymore comfortable in the passenger seat." Y/n sighs shifting a little and adjusting the tightness of the seatbelt around her as Oscar smiles lightly at her trying to be reassuring. "We're good back here. Ready to get moving when you are."
"Ok, we've definitely got everything. Let's get you guys home." Oscar smiles leaning over to kiss her before he moves back and closes the door.
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With Oscar due to leave by the two week mark, he's trying to be as present as possible so they've made sure they aren't interrupted as y/n tries to recover and Oscar basically takes care of y/n and Iris single handedly.
Obviously, y/n is doing her bit. But if there's something he can do then he's making the effort to keep her as rested as possible.
"Is she latching on ok?" Oscar asks looking almost nervous while y/n looks at him with tired eyes. She might be "rested" in the sense that she's not doing much but the constant crying and needing to wake up to feed Iris isn't doing much for y/n's sleep.
"Yeah, she's either getting milk or blood out of me." Y/n mumbles earning a sigh. "Oscar, you know you're going to have to trust that I know what I'm doing when you leave for the season. And I know I look like shit, but I'm going to be alright. I was literally built for this."
"I know, I just don't like the thought of leaving either of you really and I want to make sure you're as happy as you can be when I leave you." Oscar sighs while she smiles lightly at him.
Y/n knows how lucky she is to have a guy who genuinely cares so much, sure it's not so lucky he has to leave so soon but she'd never ask him to stay. The plan is for her to travel and see him when she feels comfortable enough to do so with Iris. Until then Oscar is travelling back to be with them as often to see them between races.
"Come sit with us." Y/n smiles lightly earning a grin that makes Oscar move to sit down with her quickly, moving up behind her. He sits so her back is to her chest and she's leaning back on him.
"I got her, you can let go." Oscar states after placing his hands to support the baby in place.
"You sure?"
"Yeah, I want to help take the load off as much as possible before I got. Even though I know you got it." Oscar smiles since he really doesn't want her to feel doubted or undermined her ability to be a mother unaided by him. "You are an amazing mother, you know that."
"I think you've set some pretty high standards to live up to as a father...I do have to admit, it might be harder than I thought doing this with you gone." Y/n sighs softly while dropping her head back. "But at least they'll be no temptation to have sex before the 6 weeks is up."
Y/n eventually decides that Iris is done before lying the sleeping baby between her legs on the mattress.
"We made a pretty gorgeous baby." Yn grins wanting to change the tone of conversation to something lighter.
"We did, didn't we?" Oscar smiles then kissing her neck. "You need your cocktail."
"My cocktail?"
"All the pills."
"Oh is that what we're calling it?" Y/n laughs then sighing as she looks at Iris. "Ok, if you get me the pills to pop. I'll put Iris down and then...we can have some mum and dad time...in the least sexual way."
"Sounds good to me. We could have something to eat. You haven't really eaten much since we got home." Oscar offers making her look at him for a moment since she hadn't even noticed she hadn't eaten and suddenly it dawns on her that the last thing on her mind has been taking car of herself. Thankfully Oscar is a mind reader and proves once again, he was more prepared than she was for parenthood. "You have me to take care of you for these next couple weeks and even when I'm gone, you know I'm just over the phone. I'll be checking in, I'll be sending reminders."
"You'll be keeping baby-brain in check, you mean." Y/n smiles as she stands up, sucking in a breath and picking up Iris who y/n thanks god her daughter is an amazing sleeper. So far at least.
Oscar has disappeared by the time y/n has finally stopped herself admiring Iris. But she moves through to the kitchen where Oscar was clearly prepared because he's got her a McDonald's.
"I'm allowed McDonald's?" Y/n jokes since Oscar had been kind of strict about her pregnancy diet and while fast food was allowed, he tried to curve her cravings for it.
"You were the one who told me not to let you have fast food more than once every two weeks." Oscar laughs which is completely true, he was only working on her instructions from when they found out she was pregnant. "Pills for you. Not to be taken on an empty stomach."
"Thank you." Y/n smiles moving to kiss him. "Thank you for everything, I'd be a mess with...a saggy stomach, probably crying over Iris not latching and I would've definitely had McDonald's more than the 3 times a week extra I ordered it while you weren't around."
Oscar laughs at the final admission since he knew but he didn't say anything because he was not going to be the one who got in her way if that's what she wanted to eat.
"You would be just as beautiful and put together, with or without me." Oscar dismisses before cupping her face as her hands smooth around his waist to hug him. "But I'm glad I'm here for you however I can be."
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Oscar is not one to struggle so much with emotions but this feels impossible. Leaving Iris and y/n feels so completely impossible and far too soon.
As much as y/n has proved that she is very much capable of handling her own, he doesn't really care if she is or not. He wants to be there with her, and he had been warned last year by other dad's on the grid that F1 does come with missing a lot of milestones.
"Baby?" Y/n frowns as she stands on the tarmac ready for Oscar to take off with Lando. He's still got Iris strapped to him in the carrier. "You gotta hand her over at some point."
"I think she's good to travel. Bring her to the race." Lando grins before earning a look from the young parents which makes him shift back. "I'll just wait in the jet."
Y/n looks back at Oscar who just looks annoyed.
"Oscar, what's going on? What's wrong?" Y/n questions making him sigh looking down at Iris for a moment before he begins to take the baby carrier off.
"I just don't feel right leaving the two of you." Oscar sighs as he helps her put the carrier on. "It doesn't feel right leaving you."
"Hey...you have done more than your fair share. Time to let me be a mum and see if I'm actually any good without you being an amazing dad who picks up the slack." Y/n mumbles trying to perk up his mood. "It's not that long and after Jeddah, I'm flying over to Australia with you...Iris is going to meet your whole family. We're going to get time together and she's going to be there for your home race."
Oscar remains quiet as he helps adjust the straps to fit her before moving around and cupping y/n's face to kiss her a couple times.
"I'm calling you first thing when I land and use texts to me just to log feeding times and nap times and make sure you rest too-and eat. Please don't forget about yourself." Oscar rambles earning a small smile before she looks at him.
"Oscar, we're going to be ok." Y/n assures him then kissing him lightly. "In fact we're going to be great. Now you really have to go. Like really have to go."
"I know. I know." Oscar nods kissing her once more then kissing the top of her head. "Alright, I'll speak to you later. I love you."
"I love you too. Speak to you soon."
Oscar sighs getting on the jet and sitting down so he can watch y/n till she disappears heaving back into the airport while Lando pats Oscar's shoulder.
"You're going to be alright mate, it's going to get easier and they'll be able to come with us more...The team are all excited to meet Iris too."
"Thanks mate." Oscar mumbles before sinking back. "It doesn't feel right leaving them."
"I know mate." Lando states softly since he can tell this is painful for his teammate and there's not really anything he can do to help.
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Despite Oscar leaving, y/n was still very much in recovery from giving birth. But when Oscar sees her in Australia is suddenly hits him all at once that she's thriving in motherhood. It really took giving her the space to breathe and find her footing without him there aiding her but she is absolutely the most perfect mother.
Oscar is watching y/n and Logan talk as y/n gently hands Iris to the American driver.
"You alright, mate?" Lando asks appearing beside him.
"I'm just...learning to enjoy these moments." Oscar nods with a small smile before he sighs. "I think my daughter is going to be more popular than me in life."
"I think she already is...so is your future wife." Lando smiles as y/n looks at the two and grins saying something to Logan which makes them both move over to the two McLaren drivers.
"Oscar, you're lucky your daughter is 99% y/n." Logan jokes while Lando grins and takes the baby.
"Are you two sharing uncle duties?"
"If this is about to be a competition of best uncle, I'm already an uncle so I think." Lando declares as he looks at the tiny baby, who has grown in the nearly 2 months of life that she's had.
"Nice try, but I live closer and I won't be dividing my attention between other nieces or nephews." Logan smirks while y/n laughs shaking her head. "She's really gorgeous, guys. You three are a beautiful family."
"Thank you." Y/n and Oscar beam at the same time.
"Alright, Iris mission to get you to say Lando before you say Logan is a-go." Lando declares earning a look from y/n and Oscar.
"Yeah, give me my baby back. She is a baby, and if she's saying anything first. It's mama followed by dada and then maybe McLaren."
"I think car is probably going to be a better starting point in that department. Ummm...it is time to eat though." Y/n mumbles subtly hinting they need to move somewhere without open space and such an audience.
"Bye boys, have fun arguing about who the better uncle is." Oscar smiles saluting his friends as he carries Iris and y/n hugs the two men before rushing to follow him.
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evilminji · 8 months
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:T Hello there, Thought(tm) of the day...
I? Just remembered that Constantine's "Laughing Magician"(?) title is... f*ckin HEREDITARY?
Like?? As in The Constantine Meances have been out here, harrasing divinity and demons alike for GENERATIONS on behalf of a Good Time, the Lols, and probably Humanity if they can be arsed and you make a good case.
W... What chance would there even BE of at least like? HALF those f*ckers(conflicted but affectionate) NOT becoming Realms Ghosts? With the sh*t they're exposed too? With THEIR luck??
You think DEATH can trick them? Take them away for good? Take away the local Rat B@stard, Tricks Gods Just To See If He Can, Fate Is My Second Mistress and I Cuckold Glory On Your Mother's Bed, Constantine?
They run down main street, *ss in the breeze, wearing someone else's shirt and two shoes that don't match, not a stitch else, like run away lovers. Let Death TRY and catch them. Sorry, Luv, it's not them, it's definitely you.
..........I bet they're the wooooorst~~✨️
No joke, I bet they set up a whole *ss TOWN of Constantine.
Where the odds are in THEIR favor, gods fear to tread, and reality straight out stops working right. Like Diagonal Ally for B*stards, extended to a whole floating island. Everyone's related. It's Chaos. They can barely stand each other. Would sell each other for a toothpick.
Mess with ANY off them... and you can kiss your afterlife good bye.
They have NO neighbors because both no ones dumb enough to get NEAR them AND no one can stand to be around that many Constantines at once. The physical Manifestation of Fate wants to take the whole LOT of the handsy F*CKS to court for child support and a restraining order.
Somehow... they keep getting Earth Booze.
They SHOULDN'T have access. It's been anywhere from decade to centuries since they died. Millennium for a few. Howms't The F*CK, do they keep getting cheap gin and vodka? Bourbon and beer? Even the odd fruity cocktail for funnies.
Please... PLEASE! Tell the Zone at large, that their innate birthright powers STOPPED at Death. They... they are just REALLY good at smuggling right? Excellent con men?
Tell us they can't f*ckin PREDICT AND INFLUENCE Natural Portals!!!
*smug sipping noises from a large room full of Dead @ssholes*
Okay... They Won't Tell You~ 🍺🍺🍺🍺🍺 *siiiiiiiiiiiiiiiip*
Now! I hear you ask? Why are John's Terrible, Terrible, God Awful Ghostly Relatives relevant? Absurdly powerful as they are... they seem to take the afterlife as an extended "Ha! GET F*CKED, DEMONS WHO WANTED MY SOUL!" Vacation/Family get together.
Minded their business and expected everyone to mind THEIRS, or ELSE.
Didn't give two solitary SH*TS that Pariah woke from his little nappy-poo to cause a tantrum. After all, in their family? When DOESN'T some "great and terrible Power That Be" get itself in a snit? Meh... it's baby Johnny's turn to clean sh*t up. Best of luck to 'im~!
But THEN!
They must've been drinking... making out with their equally terrible and bamf trainwreck significant others... sitting around playing "who can cheat best at cards"... when? Huh.
Never seen the Fate and The Odds... STRANGLE like that.
Billions of billions of What-Ifs, Maybes, Could-bes, and more... suddenly YANKED towards a single spot. The allowance of Only One Outcome. Almost like what they can do, but... not, WRONG, per say...
Just... impossible.
There's NEVER.. JUST one way this plays out. You can control the big notes. The script. But the details and set dressing will always decide themselves.
NO ONE can just... Decide What Will Happen. And yet?
...............was....... was that Little Johnny? Has to be. Right? Where's his old man? Oi! Was that your Kid??! John's closest relatives are baffled. Nope. They can still feel him laying a beat down on some demon in Norway. So then? Who?
How?
Well mark them CURIOUS(tm).
They decide to actually get up. Put their various drinks and cards down. Put pants on. Somebody's done something... INTERESTING(TM) and they want to know what's up. So? Off they trot.
It's traumatizing for everyone who sees them. The Constantines have breached f*ckin B*stard Containment and are spilling into the Zone. On this! The DAY Pariah Waged A War! THEY JUST GOT RID OF HIM!
And Danny? His everything hurts. The Eyeballs are starting to come out of the woodwork and ARGUE about him like he's not even there. He's DANGEROUS blah blah blah. Give them the crown. Right now! Etc etc.
Somethings telling him not too.
It's... it's HIS isn't it? Has been for centuries and seconds. And... and... everyone one of him is King. There is only one of him. The Zone covers all the multiverse and all of the Hims that were and aren't here and helped and... and...! His head is starting to hurt.
But the more they try to push him to hand it over, the less he feels like unhanding the dang gaudy thing. No. His now. He'll use it as a DOOR stopper if he dang well feels like it! Stop yelling.
Then all these blonde ghosts saunter in... and all he can think is "F*ck. I think they noticed."
Huh?
@stealingyourbones @cyrwrites @bjurnberg @the-witchhunter @hdgnj
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anxiousgoddest · 1 month
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There(was) a height meme running around on the LADS and I'm tired of seeing yall dwarf asses so here's my :
✨️👠5'7 CONTRIBUTION👠✨️
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And of course...
✨️👠THE LADS BOYS AND HOW THEY WOULD ACT DEPENDING ON YO HEIGHT 👠✨️
👠Tags: Crack (what else do you even expect from me atp), the boys are Lil shits, you are a bad bih tho, bullet format cuz I'm THAT girl, idk how to tag lol.
👠Pairing: Zayne, Rafayel, Xavier, Caleb and you (duh).
And as always, I keep my stuff under the cut cuz i don't want to interrupt the hoes that are just looking for that Zaynussy in the tag (I'm hoes btw lmao)
Zayne
If you're taller than him:
Honestly he's the most normal
That man does not care if you're taller than him sista
He probably has seen your tall ass naked cuz you got bitten by a cat and had to take vaccine for rabies.
Yes... I already took one of those... the vaccine is on your butt... no dawg I'm not ok.
Anyways enough trauma
You can try bully him and he'll threaten you that he'll cut sweets from you the entire week, u never had sat down faster 👉🏽🧎🏽‍♀️
So yeah he's no fun that nerd
But now, if you shorter...
You may think "oh he's okay"
Yall know his dry ass humor right?
He'll literally bully you and you will be like three days later:
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(Yes I made this meme... ik I'm cringe but I'm free 🦅🦅🦅🦅)
Idk about yall but I'm low-key dumb as shit so he would literally get away with saying shit to me and I wouldn't notice lmao
Xavier
Once again if you are shorter than this man:
"Oh no, he wouldn't he's too cute ohh" shuddup this is you rn 👇🏽
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This Lil bitch would lean on you AND SLEEP
No, not ✨️eppy nappy ✨️ NAH SISTAH HE WOULD DROLL ON YO HAIR 😭😭😭😭
And then be all like "Oh I'm sorry, you were just so comfy and the perfect height-"
Honestly, me personally I wouldn't let him finish before busting his knee caps idc
AND HE WOULD LIKE CHUCKLE IF HE SEE YOU STRUGGLING 💀💀💀💀💀
Nah fam I'm glad I'm not you lmao #notshort #wompwomp
But now... if U tall 😏
Ayo
Be for real with me
TELL ME IF I'M WRONG WHEN I SAY HE WOULD LOOK AT YOU LIKE THIS:
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THAT SIMP
I BET THAT HE WOULD ASK YOU TO GIVE HIM A LEG LOCK
I JUST KNOW THAT HE WOULD TRAIN WITH YOU JUST CUZ HE LIKES WHEN YOU BEAT HIS ASS
DON'T TELL ME IM WRONG THIS GAME HAS POSSESSED MY LIFE 👹👹👹👹👹👹
Rafayel
*heavy sigh*
Bruh... I'm not even short but I feel unreasonable rage just making this shit
I swear if Rafayel existed for real we would be throwing hands SO BAD idc he's handsome that bitch ain't bulletproof and I finna prove it 💀💀💀💀💀
Anyways if you were shorter than him:
Dawg 💀
Honestly, me personally I would have for real his ass beaten
Not like cute uwu type like
"oMG sTEve StOP i'M nOt SHorT uwu >:《"
Nah 💀 I would make him get this pink plastic 11 inches meat, peace was never an option 💀💀💀💀
But anyway girl he WOULD annoy you IN EVERY CHANCE
Like that ugly boy in 5th grade that was into you, and he thought that if he annoyed you, he would get you? Like, nah fam yo face is a condom ad, and your birth certificate should be used as material to sue condom companies for failing society 💀💀💀💀💀
But yeah this bastard is handsome
BUT LIKE, IT DOESN'T MATTER IF YOU'RE A FEW CENTIMETERS SHORTER THAN HIM (like me) YOU'RE NOT SAFE BESTIE THAT'S WHY I'M SO MAD.
LIKE
You: build well established argument on why you shouldn't do something.
Rafayel: Uhmmmm okay *smack lips* but I'm taller so womp womp let's go 💅🏼
AND THEN HE COMPLAIN AS TO WHY EVERTHING WENT WRONG 💀💀💀
Nah I would push him down the stairs 🩷
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Ok... but now if you were taller 😏
Ok this tsundere deepweb Ariel
Would be so easy to make him shut up
FRRRRRR
NO NO NO LISTEN LISTEN
Like:
Rafayel: *being a Lil bitch*
You sexy tall femme fatale Lil mama ass: *leg kabedon him and lean closer to his face*
Rafayel: *submissive and breedable*
ONG
HE'S A SIMP TOO BUT AT LEAST XAVIER IS A GOOD BOY
That's literally them👇🏽
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Btw Rafayel would be all gangsta until he finds out that HE'S THE ONE WITH THE PERFECT HEIGHT TO HUG YOU AND BURRY HIS FACE ON YO BOOBS
Yeah he might bite them
This bitch I hate him (affectionately)
Caleb
Let's pretend that I'm know what I'm saying as if we have enough material to know about this man 💀
Ok so Mista Bombastic here
If you shorter than him
Another Lil shit
But listen
You both grew up together 😏
So like
You might be short but at least you didn't get literally shitted on by a pigeon when you sneaking out of gramas house UNLIKE SOMEONE LMAO
So yeah although he can and WILL call you demoted goofy dwarf
At least you can make fun of him that once he took a shit so big that he had to cut with a knife 💀💀
Caleb: Hey pipsqueak
You: Hey poop master
Caleb: Okay, that's pretty f up of you to say bro
So you got him on a leash sista
Ok now if you taller than him
Ok first thing first:
Is you single hit me up shawtie 😎😎😎🫵🏽🫵🏽🫵🏽
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*AHEM ANYWAY
Also another one that wouldn't change much
He has laughed at you for hitting your face on ceilings made by gnomes (low life humans, I'm not one of them tho shawtie 😎👉🏽👉🏽)
And also he WOULD BE THAT BITCH
That would kick the back of your knees
And in any form he would still tackle you down to tickle you
And hear me out
Yall childhood friends
No, not the cute trope that's Zayne stupid
I mean like
You guys are close enough for this type of shit be normal👇🏽
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Don't worry that's you on him 💀💀💀💀💀💀💀
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And that's all folks enough crack for the day
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peachesofteal · 3 months
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Simple Math / Part Six
Simple Math masterlist
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Ghost/Soap/female reader 4k words - AO3 Warnings - tags: 18+ MDNI. No smut but this fic contains mature themes. Nurse reader, hospital setting, medical inaccuracies. Reference to past domestic violence. Angst. Alcohol. Crying, anxiety, panic. Johnny in distress. Johnny is still a menace. Soft dads. POV switches. Note: Safe sleep for infants always. I do not endorse sleeping with your baby in your bed. This is a fic not real life. Simon does some digging.
“Shhh now, ye’re alright.”
Johnny coos, Penny cradled up to his chest. He’s not wearing a shirt, eyes still half sealed shut with sleep, and she squalls in his arms, screaming as loud as her little lungs will allow. “What is it, mah wee lamb? Are ye hungry? Do ye need a change?” He checks her nappy, efficiently looking for a mess or something to clean up and is nearly disappointed when he finds her still dry. If it’s not her nappy, then maybe her stomach? Could she be hungry again? He thumbs through the notes on his phone to find Simon’s last entry: 23:20 – 50 ML. 
That was only an hour ago. 
He frowns, walking in a circle, bouncing her gently, trying to settle her back to sleep. She’s so tiny, and still has grown so much in just the short time since they brought her home. It amazes him. It terrifies him. 
“What is it, sweet bairn? What’s got ye all upset?” He touches his lips to softest skin he’s ever felt, his thumb trying to swipe away the tracks of tears on her cheeks. “Please dinnae cry. I-“ 
“You okay?” Simon clears his throat behind him, and Johnny tenses. 
“We’re fine. Ye’re supposed to be sleepin’.” 
“Heard the two of you in here fussing. Thought I could help.” Simon’s trying to be supportive, trying to be a good partner, Johnny knows, but all he can feel is irritation, a defensive reaction making his hackles rise. 
It’s not fair. He’s so good at it. He’s a natural. And Johnny… Johnny feels like he’s failing his own kid, when she’s not even a month old yet. 
“I dinnae need-“ 
“Hey.” Simon touches his elbow, and then his chin, tilting his face upwards. “I know you don’t, love. You’re doing a great job. It’s not your fault she’s having a rough go.” He soothes him, fingers kneading into the top of his spine, squeezing the nape of his neck and pulling him into his arms. Penny is still crying, but softer now, a low-pitched tone of misery that makes his heart ache, and he feels so overwhelmed, so helpless, staring down at her as she tries desperately to tell him what's wrong, the only way she knows how. He rests his cheek against Simon’s chest, melting into his hold, letting him wrap his arms all way around his waist. 
“She hates me.” Johnny grumbles, and Simon presses his mouth to Johnny’s temple in short, succinct kisses. 
“She doesn’t. She’s brand new. She can’t hate anything, yet, and certainly not her Da.” He strokes her cheek. “Let’s bring her to bed, see if we can get her down and then one of us can put her back in the crib, alright?” Johnny sighs. 
“Alright.” 
“What’re you doing after this?”
“Going to bed?” What else would you be doing?
“I’m thinking about going to Jackie’s for a drink… wanna come?” Nia untucks her scrubs, pulling the top up over her head.
“Jackie’s, huh?” You chew on your lip. You shouldn’t. You really, really shouldn’t. But… Jackie’s is a dive. It’s dark, and dingy, with black walls, black floors, no window in sight. And... it’s a hospital haunt. 
“It’s my birthday.” She whispers, casting a glance around the rest of the room. “I’m not… it’s not a thing, I just want to go, have a few to celebrate.” You take a deep breath. “Please?” She tacks on at the end, and your shoulders dip down in defeat.
“Okay. One. And then I gotta go.”
“Yes!” She cheers, excitement smashing her palms together.
Nothing like a seven am beer. 
Jackie’s is a distinct place. It’s one of the only twenty-four-hour liquor licenses left in the city, or so you’ve been told, and has been frequented by hospital staff for decades. It’s dart boards and dark wood floors, cheap beer and rail vodka, a worn to hell pool table, and an old, disabled juke box that someone broke intentionally, years ago. It’s an institution, and reminds you of some old places you used to frequent, when you weren’t… who you are now. Years ago, before, you used to love a good dive bar. Didn’t mind the way the floor stuck to your feet, and you considered yourself nearly tactical at darts. It was a source of pride, the accuracy, the rate at which you could make a bullseye, even when you were a few sheets to the wind.
“Coulda been a surgeon.” You’d tease, a smirk growing across your boyfriend’s face.
“If you were a surgeon, sugar, who’d be at home waitin’ for me after work?” He’d push back, coating the warning in an adoration, giving whoever was undoubtedly watching a slick smile before snaking an arm around your waist and tugging you close. “You don’t need to be surgeon. You don’t even need to work. You have me.” 
You thought you knew, then. Knew how to handle it, how to navigate the ever-present, ever-growing threat… but you were wrong.
You were so, so wrong.
“So, heard there’s a spot opening up on days.” Nia chucks her purse at the bar top, climbing onto the stool next to you. “You’ve got the seniority… you givin’ it any thought?” The bartender walks by with a hello, and you nod at him.
“Old Speck please. And no, I like nights.” She raises an eyebrow.
“Didn’t know Americans liked Old Speck.”
“We have it in the states. I didn’t live under a rock.” You quip, and she laughs before ordering her own poison, a choice that makes your own eyebrows shoot up in question. “Vodka on the rocks?”
“I’m a straight to the point kind of girl.” She explains. “So, no days?”
“No days. You?”
“I might. Night shift is kicking my ass.” She complains. “Don’t even know what day it is half the time. My rhythm is off.”
“You need like, at least six months to fully adjust.” You put a note down in exchange for your beer, and then the bartender scuttles away, distracted by some insistent woman at the other end of the bar.
“Six months?!” You’re about to launch into your spiel about how it’s not that bad when your phone vibrates in your pocket.
>Make it home from work alright? 
>It’s Johnny, by the way :) 
The two texts are the start of a new group chat with your number, Johnny’s number and the number you put in your contacts just yesterday… Simon’s. Your head jerks back on instinct, confused.
“You okay?” Nia asks, and you nod.
“Yeah, fine just…uh-“ She peeks over your arm, and giggles.
“Is that your patient? Two sixty-eight?”
“What?”
“Your patient. The military hottie. The one that’s always lookin’ at your bum.” Your face burns, and she tsks. “Ah, don’t be embarrassed. He’s smokin’. Wish he looked at me the way he looks at you.” You’re surprised at the flare of irritation that starts up in your stomach at her, a hot streak of jealously simmering there, burning away indignantly. “Aren’t they… I mean… isn’t the scary mask guy his partner?” He’s not scary, you scowl inwardly. He’s just… protective. The butterflies in your stomach startle, and you drift back to last night, in the stairwell, in the car.
“You’re doing great, sweetheart.” 
“If you ever need anything, Johnny and I… we’re here.” 
Nia says your name, dragging you back to earth, and you shrug. “Yes… they… they’re together. It’s just been hard on them, so I think there’s a bit of an attachment growing there. You know, it’s not unusual.” She bites her lip, mouth pushing up into a smile.
“They’re quite fit. Wouldn’t mind if they formed an attachment to me.” She pauses, delicately sucking her gasoline on ice up through a straw. “Gonna text him back?”
“Nia.” You hiss, and she barks out a laugh.
“Oh, come on, just a bit of fun. I don’t mean anything by it.”
“It’s not appropriate.” You remind her, and she rolls her eyes.
“You’re such a stick in the mud sometimes. Remember when Marshall was fucking his brain cancer girl? Now that, was not appropriate.” You do remember- Marshall’s sudden absence, the whispering, the HR investigation that spanned weeks, interviews with everyone on the floor.
Your beer goes sour in your stomach.
“I gotta get home.” You wrap an arm around her shoulder with a squeeze and a whisper. “Happy Birthday.” You feel bad for abandoning her, and maybe in another life you might even consider her a friend, but you’re already too exposed here as it is, and staying any longer would be too indulgent- not to mention, incredibly stupid.
You pass another nurse on the way out and him know that Nia’s at the bar, alleviating your guilt just a tad before you hike up your hood and make a beeline for the train.
By the time you get back to your hotel room, get showered, and collapse on top of the far too big bed, it’s nearly been an hour. You plug your phone in, unlocking the screen to flick on do not disturb, and realize the group message is still open, cursor blinking, waiting for your response.
It’s fine. You can tell you got home okay, that’s not crossing any lines. 
>Yeah, just got settled for bed. See you later!
A text from Simon chimes back within a minute, and you squint at it, one eye open.
>Get some rest.  
The floor is dead silent at the beginning of your shift.
Nothing beeps or whines or cries, no noise echoes around the corner to where you’re scrolling through Johnny’s chart, getting caught up on his day, triple checking that his levels and vitals are all within normal range. He passed his follow up for the liver procedure with flying colors, and the relief you feel is not unexpected, the weight of worry lifting free from your shoulders without another thought.
He’s fine, he’s better than fine, he’s… too healthy for the ICU.
Reality hits you like a truck, and you stop short, sneakers squeaking along the floor.
He won’t be your patient anymore. 
He won’t… be your patient anymore. 
The thought twists you into a mess of complicated emotions. A snarled, tangled viper's nest of unknowns, uncertainties, things you're desperately trying to tuck back behind your heart, hide them away so no one, not even yourself, can see them.
This is a good thing. This is what you want. Stable patients, on their way to recovery. 
So, you’ll miss them, that’s okay. There’s a little bit attachment, that’s alright. 
This is the best case scenario. You’re making a mess of things. You’re getting too involved with your patient and his family. You let Simon drive you home, for fucks sake. 
They’re getting confused, because you’re the caretaker. It happens all the time. As soon as Johnny steps down, they’ll forget all about you. 
You’re risking too much. You’re risking their safety, their child’s safety, your own. 
It’s for the best. 
You put your best work smile on when you approach his room, pulling as much air into your lungs as you can manage.
Focus on your job. Your patient. You’re a professional. 
Johnny is alone. No Simon, no visitors, nobody keeping him company. It’s a strange sight, and he looks almost uncomfortable, creased brow lowered down over his eyes. That’s… odd. Worse, there’s a heaviness in his gaze, sadness pulling his mouth downwards, usual playful demeanor nowhere in sight. Even sad, he’s a marvel, and every day, he gets stronger, he gets healthier, he gets closer to leaving this room, amazing you with his tenacity, his will. 
“Hey, you on your own tonight?” You casually knock on the door frame, and then pull it shut behind you, cocking your head.
“Aye.” He’s sullen, his despair tugging you closer to the bed, an urge to try to comfort him too strong to deny. 
“How are you feeling?” You try the subtle question, hoping he'll be forthcoming, and you keep yourself composed as you wait for his answer. 
“’m alright.” You tab through his chart, glancing it over once more, if only to assuage your own anxieties, and then tap into his vitals. Everything looks good, last labs look great… so what’s going on? 
“Just alright?” His fingers flex in the blanket, tanned skin against white linen, picking at fibers and threads, unable to hold himself still. He looks like he’s going to burst open at the seams, explode inside this room, a ticking time bomb, just waiting for the end of the countdown.
A tear tracks down his cheek. “Johnny?” You step closer, close enough so your fingers graze his, trying to delicately let him know, you’re here. “Hey, hey. It’s okay. What’s going on?” The monitor beeps steadily in the silence, his chest depresses with a gust of air.
“It’s… it’s nothin’ bun. I’m jus’… I’m havin’ a bad day.”
“Want to talk about it? I hear I’m a pretty good listener.” You encourage, and his face twists.
“No, I- Ach. Aye, alright.” He shifts in the bed, and you hover in case he needs help, but he waves you away. “It’s… bein’ in here. I want to be wi’ my family. Penny turned one, before I left for this assignment. Was only supposed to be two weeks tops, but then it turned into a month, then two. And now, I’m home… but ’m not really home, and I-“ His voice cracks, raw thread of agonized emotion separating his words, and he swallows it, forcing it back. “I’m blown to bits and cannae even see my own daughter. I’m missin’ out on everything.” Oh, Johnny. Your heart is heavy, and it hurts for him, bleeds as he wipes his face. 
“You’re not blown to bits, just a little banged up.” You give him a soft smile, and when he shakes his head, your fingers find his on instinct. You don’t even stop to second guess yourself, fully sinking into the contact with a gentle squeeze. “Hey, look at me.” His lashes are wet, sticky with tears, and he sniffles. “You’re making great progress, Johnny, going to be out of here in no time. You won’t even be in the ICU much longer, and then once you’re downstairs, Penny will be able to come visit all the time. After that, it won’t be too much longer until you’re back home with them.” He nods, and you stroke your thumb across his knuckles.
“Ye think so?”
“You’re the toughest patient I’ve ever had, and I’ve had a fair amount, you know. Traumatic injury recovery takes time, it takes patience, but you’re doing a great job of it so far. You just have to take it one day at a time. Before you know it, you’ll be at home on your own couch, bossin’ Simon around all day instead of me.” He laughs at that, a throaty chuckle capable of spreading heady warmth through your veins, and then gives you one of those stupidly stunning smiles.
“Shouldnae be cryin’ in front of ye.”
“You can cry in front of me any time you want. That’s what I’m here for. Besides, it’s not the first time.” You tease and he rolls his eyes.
“Doesnae count. I was high.”
“Uh huh. Sure.” The untouched dinner tray on his side table catches your eye, and chilling worry reappears in the back of your mind. “You didn’t eat?”
“Didnae have an appetite until ye showed up, pretty girl.” Okay. You can remedy this easily, if he's interested in eating. Lack of appetite is alarming, but if you can get him to eat now... 
“You hungry? I haven’t eaten yet. Want me to grab you something?” He brightens, indulging in a spectacular smile, and you take it as a yes with a small laugh. “Alright. Let me run down to the café, yeah?”
“What’s that saying, about how I hate to see ye go, but love to watch ye leav-“
“Okay!” you practically shout, cutting him off, fire racing across your skin, and he snickers, palm pressing against his heart like he’s wounded. “I’ll be right back.” You give him a serious look, and and he rubs his palm through his hair, mirth sparkling in his eyes. Holy hell. How is he so attractive? And how is it still so blinding, every time?  
You get two of the only option left this late in the evening, chicken soup and some sourdough, balancing the bowls carefully on their trays until you’re placing them down in the room, swinging the little table over Johnny’s lap and settling in beside him, perched on Simon’s recliner. The soup is warm, spiced with herbs and thick with noodles, and you're pleased that it's better than you were expecting, happy that Johnny seems to like it as well. 
"Wanted to take ye out properly for our first date, but this will have ta’ do. Simon’s gon’ be so bloody jealous.” He masterfully hums between your bites, and your eyes go wide, trying and failing to swallow your soup instead of choking on it.
“Johnny, we… this… I- this isn’t a date!” you squeak.
“Why not?” He asks, inflection innocent, and your brain rattles around inside your skull, splitting down the middle, falling apart in bewilderment. Why not? What does he mean?
“You… you have a partner. Simon? You know, your family that we were literally just talking about?” He doesn’t say anything, just stares at you with this look on his face, one you can’t interpret. “What? Why are you looking at me like that?”
“What did Simon tell ye, the other night. When he took ye home?”
“What? He… I don’t remember.” Does he know that Simon gave you his phone number? 
Of course, he knows, he started that group text. 
Does Simon know what Johnny said, about you coming into their lives? About-
“Didnae he tell ye, we’re here for ye?”
“Y-yeah.”
“We, bunny? We.”
“I don’t… I don’t understand.” He sighs. What is he trying to say? What is going on?
“We like ye. Like I said, we think ye’re really special. Simon, and I. Together, bun.”
“Wh-what?” Puzzle pieces snap together and then break apart, like a landscape jigsaw that you spent days completing once before it was promptly ruined. Does he... does he mean... Oh. Oh no. Oh no no no. You have to squash this. Now. Just explain it, he’ll get it. He’s smart. “No… no, Johnny it’s just… it’s this thing, that happens. Patients get attached to their nurses or doctors sometimes, it’s normal. You d-don’t like me, I promise. There’s nothing even to like.” He blinks, jaw grinding under stubble. If Simon’s stare feels like he’s reading your mind, then Johnny’s is like being pinned down in one place, unable to move. You’re paralyzed, and powerless, lost in the icy blue sea of his eyes, drowning with a hand sticking out above the crest of the surf, reaching for him.
“Why would ye say that? That there’s nothin’ about ye to like? Nothin’ could be farther from the truth.”
“I don’t… there’s not. It’s… I’m your nurse, Johnny. That’s all.” Sweat glosses the small of your back, slicking upwards to cover your spine, and your heart hammers, it beats, beats, beats- so loudly you’re sure the pulse point in your wrist is visible. “Johnny.” His name shakes from your lips, and he relaxes, gentle concern replacing the relentless intensity in his gaze.
“Shhh, hey. I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I didnae mean to upset ye.” You're still frozen, a statue, and he reaches for you, trying to grab onto your hand. The heat of his skin breaks you from the spell, and you force a robotic, bedside smile onto your face, scooping up your half empty bowl.
"It's okay." You need to get out of this room. Now. The walls feel too close, Johnny feels too close, everything is compounding on top of you, threatening to derail your entire life, ruin your plan. They cannot like you. They cannot care about you. They cannot show interest in you. You can’t let this happen. “I’ve gotta check on some other patients, okay? I’ll swing back your way in a bit.” You promise him, guilt eating you alive about running away, and when he gives you a sad smile, you almost lose your resolve.
“Alright, pretty girl. I’ll see ye later, then.” He murmurs, and you try not to trip over feet during your hasty exit.
Fuck. You’re so fucked. 
Simon and Johnny’s house is finally silent.  
Penny is down, safely tucked into dream world, her grainy grey-scale image flickering on the video monitor at Simon as he pours two fingers worth of bourbon into a glass.
Poor baby girl. His stomach twists. She put up such a fight tonight, hollering at the top of her lungs, standing up in her crib, working herself into an absolute state. He hates leaving her alone to cry, and on nights like this one, the only way she’ll close her eyes is if she’s being held, snuggled in Johnny's arms, or against Simon's chest. 
He’s a sucker, he knows. Doomed from the day she was born, but he can’t help it. Neither of them can. She’s their baby.
So, he doesn’t blame her for being so out of sorts. She always sleeps better when her Da is home. They both do.
His phone vibrates with a text, a short message from Johnny, and he scrolls through it, settling on the couch with his laptop, unopened email from Laswell blinking impatiently.
>She’s jumpy. Tired. Looks like she hasn’t gotten any sleep. Simon frowns.
> She manage to find a pair of panties for work today?
>Unfortunately. He can practically see the pout on Johnny’s lips, can hear the way he probably huffed and puffed when you first came into the room this evening, your hips swishing side to side, pretty smile on your face for him.
>I think I made her upset. Simon pinches the bridge of his nose. Johnny, love. Why can’t you listen? He takes a deep breath, trying to relax the worry that’s creeping up the back of his neck. 
Disagreements aren’t for text messages. They’ve learned that the hard way. 
>Take it easy for the rest of the night, then. She’s skittish. He shoots off the recommendation, and then pulls his laptop across his knee, clicking open the email from Kate.
Simon,  Your girl is a ghost. This kind of wipe work is professional level… are you sure she’s a nurse?  I’ve attached everything I could find, but it’s pretty scarce. The name you provided pulled a copy of her NHS nursing license, her taxes, an award she won at work last year, and a COVID vaccination record. No birth certificate, state identification, or public records of any kind, even after a global hand search. Nothing that even proves she exists or is an American except a sealed record from two years ago in the states. It’s not accessible, even for me, which means it could be WITSEC, or a court ordered name change in relation to a domestic violence case. There are 18 states that seal those records to protect the victim, so she could be from anywhere. My gut says it’s probably the latter, which is why she doesn’t exist prior to.  You’ll notice on the vaccine record, she marked ‘unhoused’, and I couldn’t find any lease/rental agreements, sale records, or mortgages in her name.  I wish I had more for you, but she really is a bit of a puzzle. I’ll keep digging.  -K.L. 
There’s an unsettling rattle going off in the front of Simon’s skull. It’s a siren, a smattering of warning bells, and he swallows the rest of the bourbon in one go, embracing the burn that slides down the back of his throat.
Who are you, little bunny? And who are you running from? 
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