#mamas angst challenge

[idiot-mushroom]

Gone and don’t you dare

there ya go :D

sorry it took so long i had a project to finish

[jellybonbons]

Playground Love

ೀ older!Leon Kennedy x fem!reader

Tags: hurt/comfort, age gap (unspecified but reader is an adult), a lot of self doubt, talks about mommy and daddy issues, pet names (angel, princess, sweetheart).

W/C: 1.0k

A/N: studying? who is that? Anyways, this was supposed to be a cute ‘sitting on his lap would fix me’ but I got hit by existential crisis at 2am so angst.

"Wow, dating an older guy? That's so sophisticated!"

“Are you sure about this? Don’t you think there’s a reason why no one his age is dating him?”

"You get to date someone older? That's not fair! All I get are immature guys my age."

"Darling, I know you're an adult now, but dating someone significantly older... it just worries me. Are you sure you're on the same page?"

I love him.

At every reaction, you find yourself repeating the same phrase in your mind. It was a simple truth that anchored you amidst the swirl of opinions and doubts. Every concern, every envy—you faced them all with the same unwavering declaration.

But do you really love him?

The question lingered like a shadow, casting doubt on the certainty you had clung to so desperately. You couldn't shake the nagging feeling that perhaps you were merely caught up in the allure of dating someone older, mistaking infatuation for love. Or was it that you longed for attention from an older guy who could fill the void your absent father left?

You craved the paternal presence you had been denied, and in him, you found echoes of the guidance and affection you had longed for. 

"Dating someone older? Isn't that a bit... strange?"

"Why? Age is just a number, right?"

"Yeah, but... do you really think you're at the same stage in life?"

Oh, how naively optimistic you were. 

Perhaps you have been too quick to dismiss your loved one’s concerns, too eager to embrace the illusion of love in the arms of someone—his arms—who offered the fleeting promise of stability and security. 

“But he makes me feel loved and safe,”

“Does he?”

Was your love truly built to withstand the test of time, or was it merely a fleeting illusion, destined to crumble beneath the weight of your differences?

“Darling, can we talk for a moment?”

“Sure, Ma. What’s on your mind?”

"Well, I couldn't help but notice... you seem quite taken with this new guy you're seeing."

"Oh, you mean Leon? Yeah, we've been spending some time together."

"He's... older, isn't he?"

"Um, yeah, he is."

"I see... darling, I just want to make sure you're being careful. Dating someone older can bring its own set of challenges."

"I know, Ma. But he's different. He understands me in a way no one else does."

"I'm sure he does, dear…but promise me you'll take things slow and really get to know him before things get too serious."

"I promise, Mama.”

You've broken many promises with your mama, but why did this one hurt? Is it because you partially blame her for shaping you the way you are? Is it because she married your father? Maybe she would have lived a happier life if it weren't for him, if only.

But you thanked her, both her and him, for the lesson learned, for the wisdom imparted, for the love that had always been there, and for helping you recognise the kind of partner to avoid. 

You stood before the polished wooden door of Leon’s home office, your hand hovering in uncertainty over the ornate doorknob. Each second felt like an eternity as you battled with the torrent of doubts and fears that raged within you. 

You needed him, wanted him to hold you, and tell you that everything would be fine.

But what if he couldn’t understand your doubts? What if your confession shattered the fragile illusion of your love?

With a steady breath, you pushed aside your apprehensions and grasped the doorknob, steeling yourself for the conversation that lay ahead.

“What’s up, sweetheart?” His voice, gruff yet soft and reassuring, always managed to send shivers down your spine, freezing you in place. You couldn’t find the words to speak, and your throat suddenly dried.

Sensing your hesitation, he beckoned you closer with a gentle smile. You could see the experiences he went through, the complexities of adulthood etched into the lines that creased his weathered face.

“Come here, angel. Sit on my lap while I work.”

You obeyed, crossing the threshold into his office, your feet padding on the wooden floor as you made your way to him. Settling onto his lap, your linen dress pooled around you, the fabric soft against your skin. His arms encircled your waist, pulling you close, his rough touch sent warmth flooding through your veins.

You inhaled his scent, a mixture of citrus and wood, with a hint of something familiar: whisky. You thought he quit. Ready to question him, you opened your mouth, but he stopped you before you could question him.

“Don’t worry your pretty head, princess. I only drank a glass, I promised. I’m just a bit stressed.” 

“Mm, okay,” you replied, pushing aside your concerns for the moment as you melted into the warmth of his embrace.

You found solace in the familiar embrace of Leon's arms, the weight of your doubts momentarily forgotten as you leaned into his chest, burying your face against him. A few of his buttons were undone, allowing the soft hairs on his chest to brush against your face. 

"Is everything alright, angel?" Leon's voice, soft and concerned, pulled you back to the present moment.

"Yeah, everything's fine. I just want to stay like this, with you," you murmured, the words slipping out before you could second-guess yourself.

His arms tightened around you, drawing you closer, as if he could sense the hesitation in your voice. "Me too, princess. Me too," his stubble pricked your forehead as he murmured against them.

Oh, how weak you were. His voice and touch alone melted you into a puddle, and all your problems seemed to vanish in his embrace. Your mama wouldn’t be happy with how you turned out; she wished that you would never let a man make you weak like she was.

Closing your eyes, you allowed yourself to sink deeper into his embrace, letting go of the weight of your doubts and worries. In this moment, all that mattered was the steady rhythm of his heartbeat against yours.

Perhaps one day, when the time was right, you would find the courage to open up to him about your inner struggles. Until then, you cherished this moment, clawing in the warmth of his love.

Pressing a tender kiss to your forehead, Leon whispered softly, "I love you, angel.”

“I love you, too, Leon, always,” you replied. The words were a vow of unwavering devotion and love…was it really?

All women become like their mothers. That is their tragedy. No man does, and that is his.       

- Oscar Wilde

[carolmunson]

the boy is mine (carol's edition)

you know i had to do it to 'em. if you'd like to take a crack at the 'the boy is mine' writing challenge, you can check it out here. you can also see the masterlist of everyone's works here. a/n: for me, how eddie was fleshed out in FOI has always been how i see him. hurting, but goofy, but snarky, but sweet, but loving, but scared, but all that. eddie 'has taken care of himself since third grade' munson just makes sense to me. in this ficlet, our romantic night in gets muddled when eddie doesn't know how to just let someone love him right. i've also always have written eddie as older than he actually is, so here -- he's 25. argue with the wall. tw: 18+, angst, hurt/comfort, some smutty references but no smut, references to smoking and drinking. some arguing but nothing crazy.

The day was hard on his shoulders and back, no one should be hunched over the hood of a car for this long -- and even being young isn't saving him from the grimace he makes every time he gets out of his bed with a decades old mattresss. Eddie cracks his neck each way while he chugs down the road leading to Forest Hills, slick and shiny with rain from the afternoon. The orangey yellow headlights on his beat up '71 Chevrolet bounce cheerily off the darkened asphalt, but the scrape, clatter, and growl of his engine and whatever else was a stark reminder that this van was on it's last leg. As bright as the headlights were, the gloomy purpled evening sky was a perfect match to his mood.

Today is Eddie Munson's birthday.

For the past few years, Eddie has spent his birthday working double shifts at the auto shop and then meeting the guys at the Hideout to get so drunk he can't see. Can't be sad about your birthday if you're too drunk to think about how your mama's dead and your dad won't call. Can't be sad about how you won't ever get to hear her sing you happy birthday, or put on a record, or dance with you in the living room. Or have your dad make dinner and put the six pack away if only for that night. To not run out on 'a job' or 'work a late shift' where he won't come back for days afterward.

He'd drink and drink until you had to hold him up to get him out of the bar, piling him into the back seat and having the guys follow you home to help load him into bed. He always looked forward to the greasy diner hangover breakfast in the morning where it could be just the two of you, and not his birthday, and not all the awful things he thinks he is.

The gravel groans and crunches when he pulls in at the side of the trailer he used to share with Wayne. With another roll of his head and shoulders he kills the ignition, hopping out of the van and leaning over to grab his bag. It's only when he slings it over his shoulder that he notices the warm glow of the kitchen light on, passing muted through the small curtains. He hip checks the door shut and makes his way up the steps that need repairing -- another thing to add to the list for 'Spring Cleaning' in a couple weeks that he knows he'll forget to do until you remind him or one of the boards rots out. Eddie's ring tap against the metal handle and he braces for the screech of the door, only to be met with the cozy blend of garlic, onion, and rosemary hitting his nose first. He swallows while he kicks off his work boots, turning the corner to see you in the kitchenette, putting the lid back onto the one large pasta pot he has and turning the burner off. "Oh!" you jump when you see him, shock turning into a smile, "You're earlier than I thought you'd be. Hold on!"

"What're y--" He's interrupted by you hurrying into the fridge, glass clinking when you pull out a Mionetto bottle that was already opened to reveal the cork.

"Surprise!" you ring out, popping the bottle with a little flourish, "Happy birthday!" He stands there, unsure at first what he's looking at, trying to take it all in. You in the kitchen with an apron on, the table set nice, a cake set on the counter to cool with a covered bowl of what looks like home made vanilla frosting next to it. To the side, a familiar small notebook lays opened to a buttercream recipe -- his mom's buttercream recipe, still scrawled in her loopy handwriting on yellowing pages with fading blue ink.

"Melvald's didn't have any like, nice cups," you say with a scrunch of your nose as you pour two glasses of prosecco into flimsy plastic flutes, "Is that okay?" "Uh..." he snaps back to reality when you hand him the cup, "Y-yeah that's okay." "Happy birthday, handsome," you smile, raising your drink before you take a sip, he follows suit.

"What is all this?" he asks, voice sounding like it's coming from someone else. Objectively, he should be falling to his knees right now, crying with adoration for you. Sobbing over the clear effort you've put in for a romantic night together at the trailer. "Um," you suck in your lips quickly, and release them, eyes lowering to the scuffed linoleum, "I uh, I made braised short rib and mashed potatoes, some broccoli. Wayne told me that um, that your dad used to smoke them for your birthday but we don't have a smoker so..."

"Why?" The swell in his heart builds from genuine affection to suspicious bitterness, this was way too much.

"Did you not check the calendar today or something? It's kind of a big day," you try to lighten the mood with a laugh, taking the apron off and hanging it on the hook by the hallway, "Sit, sit." He follows your direction, sitting at the table where the place setting is the best it can be with what you have. You even folded up the paper towels nicely. He silently sips on the bubbles, uncomfortable on the makeshift throw pillow cushion on the chair, while you take the plate in front of him and begin serving.

"I should um," he starts, voice gravelly, "I should wash my hands and uh, and change or..." "Yeah," you nod, voice higher pitched than expected, "Go, go ahead. It'll all be ready when you're done washing up." He leaves the glass behind, thudding into the bedroom where he notices a Frederick's of Hollywood bag sitting at the end of the bed. A small pile of gifts in shiny blue paper lay stacked up pretty on his dresser -- a card front in center 'Eddie My Love' - you write it in the same way you sing it to him absentmindedly every now and again. Flipping the lyrics every time. He swallows again, pulling in his cheeks and biting down while he peels off his coveralls and slips into what he was planning to wear to drinks later -- a band tee and some worn jeans. It feels cheap to wear this now, now that you've put in all this effort. Now that you're looking all sweet and put together in the kitchen for him. He rolls his shoulders again, trying to stretch the frustration out. He doesn't wanna be mad at you, you didn't do anything wrong. He doesn't wanan feel so sick in his chest over it -- but he does. All this work for what? Eddie takes his rings off to wash his hands, using the same Dove bar soap to wash the remaining grime off his face from work. Big inhale, big exhale into the towel on the door before making it back to the kitchen where the dinette table was ready for dinner, two tapered candles lit in old holders on the side. He sits across from you, your eyes glittering in the light of the flame.

"You didn't have to do this," he says quietly. Your lips twitch into a half smile, head cocking slightly to the side. "I know, but it's your day...it's a big one, too. The big two-five," your voice doing its best to soothe, "Can't just, I dunno -- get plastered at The Hideout every year..."

"Sure I can," he shrugs with a quirk of his brows, pushing the mashed potatoes around with his fork. He watches the melty pat of butter ooze off one of the edges like a volcano, pooling in next to the broccoli. "And you like that? That's fun for you?" you chuckle before noticing he's just playing with his food, "You gonna eat?"

"Getting plastered at The Hideout is like, tradition," he mutters, looking at the clock over the cabinets, "And we're gonna be late meeting the guys."

"Ed..." you say, a vapor of disappointment floating through his name when you say it. He winces.

"Like I said, babe," he says, "You didn't have to do all this -- y'know, spend all this extra cash on dinner and --"

"I know I didn't have to, but I wanted to -- I wanted to do something nice so that your birthday could be sp -- " "Okay, well I don't need my birthday to be special, it never is," he snaps, he doesn't mean to, "I didn't ask you to do this for me." You hold your soft gaze at him, shoulders round down while you rest a cheek on your palm. If Eddie's mama was still alive, she'd tell you to get your elbows off the table.

In the flame, your glittering eyes turn glassy. You let a soft breath out through your nose, a sulk clear in your posture. "You're right," you mumble, a soft squeak of a sound while you slowly stand, shaking your head, "You're right, you didn't ask. I shouldn't have assumed that you..."

You trail off while you flick the lights on in the kitchen, leaning forward to gently blow out the taper candles. Your hand swishes away the smoke and soot, pushing out out of the cracked kitchen window before the smoke detector catches it. The cabinets creak while you take out some Tupperware from the top shelves, the good stuff that the ladies in the park sold Wayne back in the 70s. They click and clack as the bowls and trays and their tops hit the formica counter top.

"Well--well, wait -- you don't have to pack it up, babe," he says, sitting up a little taller in the chair. When he hears the shudder in your breath he stands, "You don't have to put it away."

"No, it's fine," you assure, a small strain coming through from your chest, "It'll be like -- you'll be so excited when you get home and there's all this food. I just gotta call the guys and tell them to just go to the bar instead of coming here."

"Whaddayou mean, coming here?"

You turn around, eyes wet now but not crying, a tug on your brow and taughtness in your jaw from where you try to hold it back.

"It was supposed to be a surprise," you shrug, "But like, it's not important. Lemme just pack this up and I'll get it figured out." "What's the surprise?" he asks, tilting his head to get a better look at you. "Well I..." you let out another breath, lower lip wobbling; an action your stop with a sharp inhale through the nose. "Well I thought it would be fun if the guys came over and did a birthday oneshot campaign with you. I helped Gare and Jeff write it and Jeff was gonna DM," you let out in one breath, "And it was gonna be like, a silly drinking game version." "You were gonna play?" he asks meekly. You nod. You rarely play, always watch. Always make snacks or help him clean up the trailer, always order the pizza because Eddie forgets to. Always add extra mushrooms on one because Richie likes extra mushrooms. Always make sure to get one with white sauce cause red cause doesn't sit great with Dustin.

"Did a, um, did a character sheet and whatever," you say, defeated, while you open the utensil drawer to pull out an extra pair of tongs and a serving spoon, "Drew her -- it's in your card."

You start to pack up the food and the tears start up again, welling in your eyes but still not spilling over. Eddie steps forward, getting between you and the pots and pans on the stove.

"Hey, wait," his voice bare audible, "Babe, don't."

"It's okay," you sniffle, "I just have to call them."

"No -- baby, stop," there's an edge now, ring hand falling on your wrist, "Stop packing it up."

"It's fine--"

A waltz between you, him, and the tupperware on the counter.

"Don't make me..." he huffs, trying to maneuver the tongs out of your hand, "If you don't stop, we're gonna have a pr--"

"Ed, enough! We will go to the bar, it's fine," you urge, anxiety heightening in your chest where it bursts, you start to cry, "Please, let me put it away. It's fine. I just -- fuck --"

"I feel like such an asshole," you sigh, breaking. You relent, letting go of the tongs where he takes them and leaves them between the burners on the yellowed stove.

"Don't be like that, you're not," he soothes, closing in on you against the counters edge, "You're not, I'm sorry."

"I really just wanted your birthday to be special," you weakly murmur, wiping at your eyes.

"You know how I get," he says, rough hands coming up to cup your face where he leaves a soft kiss to your cheek, "M'just not great at bein' fussed over."

"You deserve to be fussed over, doofus," you garble out, his thumbs replacing your fingers to catch the tears as they fall.

"It's hard, babe," he nods, "You knows it's hard for me. Y'know with my mom's stuff gone and my dad being...who fuckin' -- who fuckin' knows. The Hideout just makes sense. That's y'know -- that's what I deserve."

"That's not even true," you shake your head, "Don't be stupid."

"Well, I barely graduated so," he offers you a peck to each salty, wet cheek, "Stupid's my middle name." "Don't cry, sweetheart," he breathes, leaning in with a slow kiss. A kiss drenched in apologies and thank yous, breaks away just to kiss again. And again, and again, and again until you're both breathless under the sickly yellow green glow of the overhead kitchen light. "How about I change into something nicer than this, and we'll pop these plates in the microwave and start over," he asks, a smile toying on his full lips, "'Kay?"

You nod back, getting another peck stolen from you, and following him down the hall. "Oh, yes, yes, allow me to slip into something more..." he announces with flourish, posing half sexily half awkwardly in the doorway to his bedroom, "Uncomfortable." You snort, giggling while you follow in after him, settling on the end of his bed, "You don't have to dress up fancy." "'Course I do," he tsks, brows furrowing, "M'going to a five star restaurant doll, I can't look like a slob." He pulls out a pair of slacks from a funeral he went to two years ago, discarding his jeans and sliding them up over his pale legs. To your dismay, he plucks the t-shirt with a screen print of a tux out of his closet, and exchanges the worn Dio tee with that. You'll always prefer the Dio tee. "Classy," you tease. He winks, and that's enough to make you okay with the tux shirt. His fingers trail over the stack of presents and land on the envelope.

"Can I open the card?"

"Sure."

"Am I gonna cry over it?" he asks, looking at you over the dull paper when he flicks open the top.

You shake your head, "Nah, it's not sappy. You're the sappy card writer."

"I'm so sappy," he agrees, pulling out the card, "I gotta work on that, huh?"

"No, I like when you're sappy, ya sap." You watch him read the card, blush evident in the warm wash of gold from his bedside lamp. You're not a sappy card writer, but you always know how to make him feel like a kid with a crush. When he opens up your character sheet his bottom lip tucks between his teeth. "Shit," he grins, "Rogue tiefling, huh? You tryna kill me?"

"I thought it could be fun," you titter, standing up to look at the pages next to him, "Chaotic evil. Look at me."

"Ugh, baby's first villain," he gushes, "I love it."

"Look at the picture," you bounce on the balls of your feet while he goes to the next page. A much quieter 'shit' falls from his mouth. It was not a drawing that was for the rest of the guys to see, a sketch of a tiefling version of you in an outfit meant for his eyes only. "So you are trying to kill me," he asks, fingers tracing the curve of 'your' hip on the page where the outfit digs into the fat of 'your' hips.

"No, that'll be later," you smirk.

"Hm?' his brows raise.

"What do you think is in the Frederick's bag?" you ask, faux innocence smattering into your tone.

"Ah, you put a little costume together for me?" Eddie's mouth waters at the thought, brain fuzzy as he looks at the picture and then at you.

"Something like that," you tease, making your way back out into the hallway. "Something like that?!" he repeats back, hurrying back out to pull you into a searing kiss before you can make it back into the kitchen. The kind from the movies where he dips you down toward the faded carpet. As he pulls away, he nuzzles your nose against his, staring at you through lowered lids, "Thank you."

"You're very welcome," you nod, both of you making it back to full height, "Happy birthday."

You relight the candles on the table and nuke the plates of food, topping off each others plastic flutes with the left over Prosecco. There's three cases of beer in the fridge and you know Gareth is bringing Absinthe and it's something you pray doesn't mess your boyfriend up too much.

Dinner is the best meal Eddie's had in years, unable to keep his eyes off of you in between bites while you rehash your day and him, his. You're picking up the dishes off the table when the boys show up and they deliver. Taking the heat off you, they provide the snacks and even more extra booze. Jeff passes out party hats that make you all look ridiculous -- Eddie can remember laughing this much on his birthday, not even when he was a kid. Not even when his mama was alive.

After the oneshot completes and everyone is ankles deep in a tipsy haze and the smoke from a few joints lingers in the air, you walk in with the cake that is finally frosted -- the 2 and 5 confetti colored candles dancing in front of him while the rest sparkle in the middle of the coffee table. He makes one thousand wishes that he knows will come true because his friends are all still there with him and so are you. You're one room right over, cutting the cake and plating it up, and you'll be there when the boys leave in your skimpy nerdy costume that you bought just for him. And you'll be there while he sleeps and you'll be there when he wakes up. You'll be there across from him the next morning when he feeds you fries dipped in chocolate shake at the diner.

Today is Eddie Munson's birthday. And his mother's buttercream frosting is the sweetest it's ever tasted.

[seresinhangmanjake]

Jingle of The Bells

jake "hangman" seresin x reader

Summary: Your little girl is worried her father won’t make it home for Christmas.

Notes/warnings: this is the same family from the Oh, Baby universe, but it stands alone as well :) Mostly Fluff, a dash of angst.

This is for @sailor-aviator's Christmas Writing Challenge (my word is Bells)

Words: 2386

Your daughter was so much like your husband. You’d say too much if not for the fact that you loved them deeply. But there came a lot with their similarities. Double doses of determination, wit, and control. So, not unlike your husband, your little girl wanted to be the one to call the shots. However, circumstances didn’t always allow for that, and in those cases, Eve struggled the most.

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“Mama, he’s supposed to be home!” 

Eve’s arms were wrapped tight around your neck as her wails echoed in your ear. You held on to her snuggly, her little legs tucked into the open space between your criss-crossed seated position on the floor. 

Until you’d joined her, she’d sat in the same spot all night, the teddy bear from her father settled in her lap as she stared at the front door. Despite the colored lights strung around your home, the pile of presents for her and her baby brother from Jake’s mother, grandmother, and team, and the cookies waiting to be decorated, Eve hadn’t moved. 

Every five minutes she would ask you the time, and each answer you gave her broke your heart right along with hers. She was too young to remember that Jake’s return schedule wasn’t always a guarantee. You were used to not making plans on the day you were originally told your husband would be coming home to you because promises in his line of work didn’t exist. There were no promises he would be gone only as long as he initially believed, no promises he would return on time, no promises he would return at all. But for so long Eve was spared all of that. The one time she remembered her father leaving, he did manage to come back when expected. She had never faced that disappointment. Until now. 

“Sweetie, it’s not Daddy’s fault,” you whispered. “I promise you he wants to be with us and that he’ll be home as soon as he can.”

“But it’s Christmas!”

Christmas Eve, actually, but to your daughter it was all the same. She had expectations. Cookie decorating, and milk pouring—a skill she’d asked Jake to help her perfect, not wanting to spill a drop for the reindeer. There was a letter she wanted to write to Santa, thanking him for bringing her Daddy home, which he had not, only adding to Eve’s bitterness. And it didn’t do her any good that before Jake left, she had also begged for a Christmas Eve pajama party where you all dressed in matching flannels, her baby brother included, and read a story before bed. 

Jake had done his best to promise those things to Eve, and in the same moment, with a single look at you, had silently communicated the very real possibility that none of it might happen. You knew it, expected it, and didn’t blame him for it, but it didn’t change that your little girl was in pain and her father wasn’t by her side to make it go away.

“I know. I know, Sweetie,” you said, gently rocking her back and forth. But your soothing could only be so effective, and for the night, she wouldn’t be able to take much more. “I think it’s time for bed now.”

“Why?” came out nasally, her crying having stuffed up her nose.

“Because you’ve been up for too long. You woke up hours earlier than you usually do and you didn’t take your nap today.”

She pulled her head back from the crook of your neck to look at you, and you wiped away the salty liquid from under her lashes. “But what about Daddy?”

“Daddy will be home soon. He’s just a little late, but that’s ok.”

“It is not.”

“It is, Sweetie,” you said, your own tears forming and beginning to blur your daughter’s face. “He’s trying so hard to be here, and that’s what matters.” When one of them fell, Eve’s finger rose to meet the droplet as it slowed its descent down your cheek. You grabbed her hand and rubbed the tear off her fingertip. “Come on, let’s go lay down.”

This time, with exhaustion setting in, she didn’t fight you, but she did wiggle from your hold to stand up on her own. Then she used the last of her energy to rush over to the coffee table where the small set of jingle bells she’d been dangling in front of her brother’s face to elicit his giggles was lying. Jake had bought her those bells last Christmas and immediately regretted bringing such incessant jingling into his home. 

Swallowing back your remaining tears, you watched as Eve wrapped her fingers around the velvet cord that kept the bells in a bunch before making her way into the hall and draping the cord over the knob of the front door. 

You nodded and stood. Her tears were not quite dried, and you knew she was desperate to keep her eyes on that door, but she still took your hand when you reached out for her. 

“I’ll tell you if I hear them,” you said before lifting her in your arms to carry her up to her room. 

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In her weakened fight against sleep, Eve failed. When you finally had her tucked in her bed, passed out and releasing soft snores, you returned to the living room where you wrapped yourself up in a blanket and stared at the flames dancing in the fireplace. 

You did your best not to fall apart in front of your daughter, but Jake being gone ripped you to pieces as much as it did her. It didn’t help that his return was no less anxiety-inducing than his departure. The occasional unpredictability allowed your mind to wander to undesirable scenarios that, at this point, you knew weren’t likely, but the thought of them still terrified you. 

Jake was fine, though. You believed it, knew it. He was safe. The next person to open that door would be him, it was just a matter of when, and hoping it would be before the holiday was over. 

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The clock had reached midnight only a handful of minutes before your eyelids grew heavy and begged to close. You fought sleep but, much like your daughter, reached your limit and succumbed. The consistent crackling of the fire combined with the warmth of the blanket lulled you slowly but effectively. It was too quiet and peaceful to resist, until a jingle clanged against another jingle which together thumped against something thick and solid. 

Your body jolted as you heard a muttered “Why so damn loud?”

“Jake?” you called, tossing the blanket aside and running toward the door. He barely had his duffle on the floor and his key out of the lock when you slammed into him. 

His arms were around you in an instant, slightly lifting you off the ground as his nose tucked into the crook of your neck. “God, you feel good,” was muffled in his deep voice, vibrating against your skin. His arms tightened. “So good.”

Your feet met the floor again, and with your hands on his cheeks, you guided his head back so you could press your lips to his. Your moan greeted his. Then you sighed into the kiss and melted further into his hold. No matter how many times you said goodbye, you were always relieved to find him the same as when he left. The feel of him, the taste of him, the chills you got when his hands wove into your hair—he never returned as anyone other than your Jake. 

He gave you two more pecks, then one final long kiss before he broke it to breathe, allowing his forehead to rest against yours while his chest expanded and deflated and expanded again to take in the air you’d stolen. “I missed you, Honey.”

A tear forged a cold trail down the flush of your cheek and slipped into the seam of your lips. “I missed you, too.”

Jake pressed a kiss to your forehead before meeting your eyes. “How are the kids?”

“Needing you,” you said as he wiped away the wet river from your skin. “Eve thought you weren’t going to make it home in time.”

Knowing your husband, it took only the barest of shifts in his stance, his brow, his eyes, for you to see his heart was breaking right along with Eve’s. He turned his head toward the staircase that led to the bedrooms of your home, his daughter’s in particular.

Inching up on your toes, you softly kissed the line of his jaw and, somehow, for the first time, noticed he had a little bit of stubble. His last day or two must have been exhausting if he hadn’t gotten a chance to shave. Likely, everyone was in such a rush to get home to their families that some basic rules went out the window. Your kiss traveled up to his cheek. 

“It’s ok, baby,” you whispered. “You’re with us now.”

“Did she cry?”

“She’ll forget all about it when she sees your face.”

Jake lightly hummed, unsatisfied with the state he’d forced upon his daughter. Without letting another beat pass, he took your hand, led you to your daughter's room, and eased her door open. 

The glow emitting from Eve’s new plane nightlight—an early Christmas gift the Daggers had sent from overseas—highlighted her sleeping face, and her delicate features were so peaceful you’d never have known she was devastated a few hours prior.

When you had let her open the gift from the team, you of course told her who it was from right away with a huge smile splitting your face. She was so excited as she pulled at the bow and shredded the paper that she laughed louder than you had heard in quite some time. Her eyes went wide and she hopped up on her feet to fly the plane around the room. She giddily showed her infant brother—who received his own nightlight in the form of a train so the gifts would be unique to each child—before she plopped down on the carpet in your living room to examine every detail of the elaborately designed light. 

And then she began to sob. 

She sobbed for missing her daddy and aunts and uncles; for missing the many times Jake had taken his family to see the planes he flew, which closely matched the shape of Eve’s gift. She sobbed until you took her upstairs for bed, helped her plug in the light, and told her a story of her daddy seeing that plane and that train and immediately thinking of his baby girl and little boy. 

That was only three weeks ago, and Eve’s angst had grown with the passing days. But the little light helped her rest at night as long as she completed her ritual of crouching down in front of the radiating glow and whispering a soft “goodnight Daddy” before settling into bed. 

It did help for a while, but it didn’t cease the daily return of her tears. And this night, fairly so, was by far the worst. Her disappointment made the light its least effective since she’d received it. 

Jake stepped into the room and took a seat at the edge of her bed. “I shouldn’t wake her,” he said as he brushed a blonde curl out of her face. From that light touch, Eve stirred, but then she stilled again, releasing a soft breath.

Your husband sighed right along with her. You knew how badly he wanted to wrap her up in his arms and hold her tight. He needed that. He could see her in front of him, and from those inhales and exhales, could hear her, and he could feel the soft curls of her hair, but nothing compared to feeling her little heartbeat beating against his, or hearing her sweet voice, or seeing her bright smile. That he’d have to wait for morning to truly greet his daughter after months away was an ache you would never know. Yes, you ached for him when he was gone, and you knew he did for you, but it just wasn’t the same. This was his child, a piece of him that he’d gone without for so long. It was a powerless feeling. She was right there, but being the father he was, Jake wouldn’t disturb her for his own sake. 

Carefully, Jake leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on her forehead. “Merry Christmas, baby girl.”

Your lips curved into a smile. “Would you like to go see our son?” Another one of his children that he’d undoubtedly refuse to disturb, no matter how much he wanted to see the little pair of eyes that matched yours staring up at him. 

Jake nodded, gently squeezing Eve’s tiny hand. He was about to stand when you both heard a soft, “Daddy?”

Your heads whipped in Eve’s direction to find her fists rubbing at her eyes. Her eyelids fluttered as her vision adjusted to the darkness, but when she saw the darkened figure sitting by her side, Eve didn’t second guess herself. She kicked at her covers and leapt across the bed with the speed and agility of a bunny rabbit. 

“Daddy!” 

Jake chuckled as he caught her. “Hi, baby girl.”

Little hands reached up to his face to verify his realness. They ran up and down the scruff she’d rarely ever seen, making Jake’s cheeks contort in funny shapes, and then she grinned. “You came home.”

You couldn’t see all of Jake’s face, but you heard his sniffle as he tugged your daughter closer to his chest. “Of course, I did.”

“Mama said you would.”

“Well, Mama’s usually right, isn’t she?” he said, turning to look at you and confirming the redness that was brightening the green of his irises. He winked before returning his attention to his daughter.

Eve nodded vigorously then threw her arms around his neck, squeezing with all of her might. “I like Santa again.”

“When didn’t you like Santa?” Jake asked as he rubbed his hand up and down her back.

Eve pulled back. Her smile was still in place as she patted the tops of his shoulders with both hands. “Today," she said. "But you are home so he’s ok.”

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A/N: so i have another christmas challenge fic coming that is Rooster x reader, which is my very first Rooster fic so hopefully I do alright. Then my focus will be on The One I Want and some Thorn (Expendables 3) fics :)

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“Are You Listening?”

Interlude: “Drinks On Me, Yeah?”

Characters: Rio x Black!Reader.

Summary: Issa Interlude, mama. Expect the unexpected.

Warnings: Profanity, angst, fluff, and drinking-little libation for the one, two.

Word Count: 1,700+.

A/N: My lovelies! My babies! Mama’s back and I got a little sum-sum for ya! Let’s start this weekend with a little Rio and the crew, yeah? Yeah. I want to give so many thanks to all of you sweet lovelies who have been rocking with me this entire time. Most of you know that the past year and a half has been quite the struggle. To everybody who took time out of your day to come and check in on me, please know that I’m appreciative and forever grateful to have connected with such amazing people🥹♥️. Thank you for all the sweet, hilarious comments and asks as well💓. I’m a little rusty, so be gentle with your girl. Enjoy my sweet babies.  Before anyone asks, yes, I’ve been working on Pt. 4😂😏😈.

"Are You Listening?" - The Playlist

Apple Music.

Spotify.

Part One Here.

Part Two Here.

Part Three Here.

Inspired By:

Your body pressed down into the plush mattress as you reveled in the comfort and security of being home. Your mind replayed the image of your mom snatching the door open, the two of you hugging tightly, rocking side to side. You had spent the past week trying to survive final exams and warding off the many questions of, “What’s wrong, baby girl?” The woman who gave you life knew you all too well. Sensing that her youngest baby was struggling, her attempts to get you to open up over the phone went unanswered. With the semester complete, being home didn’t leave much space to dodge the knowing gaze in her eyes. 

That master’s degree will probably be a waste of time.

The moment you pulled away from the hug, she cupped your chin, and your poker face cracked as the tears cascaded down your cheeks. Two hours later, you filled her in on everything from the stress of school, financial aid, working doubles, and the fresh crack in your heart that was taking its sweet-ass time to heal. All of which had only taken about forty minutes to stutter out. The talk and her comfort had left you wiped out, and just like any amazing mother would do, she sent you to your room for a nap and got to work on preparing comfort food.

You considered dozing off for a bit more rest, but your bedroom door flew open, bouncing off the corner of your vanity. Your eyes narrowed to mere slits as you started to curse your oldest brother out. His hand raising halted the verbal reprimand.

“Alena’s big-headed ass is here to see ya mean ass,” he snarked about the woman who would eventually become his wife.

These two bitches are so in love. It’s sickening. The attraction is so annoyingly obvious. Shit makes me sick to my stomach.

Before you could tell him you didn’t want company, she was already in the doorframe. “Uh-uh, bitch you are not about to dodge me for another two weeks.” With those words said, you had no choice but to give her a rundown of what had transpired. Not only had she forced you to divulge every last detail while the two of you hugged and cried together. She also took it upon herself to wiggle you into your best freakum dress and head out for a girl’s night.

Being the baby and the only girl in your family made for very over-the-top protective parents. The moment your father saw your attire, he wouldn’t let up. He was hell-bent on forcing your brothers to chaperone.

It wasn’t a horrible idea.  Only you didn’t like your independence challenged. Luckily, the older siblings were pretty chill, so long as no one was overly aggressive. They had taught you how to handle shit for yourself at a young age. You spent the first half hour in the club pouting and ready to go home to wallow in self-misery.

“Hoe! If you don’t fix your face, scaring off every good-looking man in this club!”

“They’ll be alright, so long as they keep their distance. In case you didn’t get the memo after our long talk. Men make my ass itch,” you growled, kissing your teeth.

“Whateva, you and that stank attitude can have a good time together,” she sassed, throwing up a hand and walking away from the bar.”

“Where are you going? Alena!”

“I’ll be back, damn! Let me go on and annoy them, fine-ass brothers of yours. Be nice, and don’t bite nobody head off, sourpuss.”

“Always thirsting after my blood, just triflin’.”

With the flick of a middle finger, she sauntered over to their section. You could see the irritation rolling off them as she seated herself in the middle. The arguing started seconds later. Your eye twitched at the sight. Swinging the barstool back toward the liquor, you were about to pass the time scrolling through social media. Instead, a set of bronzed-colored, muscular digits came into view. They gently pressed your phone to the bar as the matching digits slid another lemon drop into view. Your eyes danced along those muscular fingers, trailing upward until they landed on one of the sexiest faces you’d ever witnessed. If any other man would’ve done this, he would’ve been set straight expeditiously. In this instance, ole boy was just too damn fine, and it left you on mute. The corners of his mouth lifted into a handsome smirk.

The stranger turned his barstool to get closer. One hand rested on the bar while the other cradled the back of your seat. His eyes roamed over your body, lip tucking between his teeth, matching you stare for stare. He chuckled when he noticed your quirked eyebrow.

“I don’t mean to intrude on ya evening, but I figured you could use another drink.”

“Is that so?”

“Couldn’t help but overhear your conversation with your friend. I’m tryin’ to  figure out why these men got your fine ass itching out here.”

Shit, he heard that? Floor, open up and swallow me. That’s so damn embarrassing.

As if reading your thoughts, he continued, “Nothing to be embarrassed about, mama. There’s a lot of boys running around here pretending to be men. Who was crazy enough to fumble you? He gotta be the dumbest man on earth.”

As if on cue, said fumbler’s name popped up on your caller ID. With a swipe of a finger, the phone went silent. You turned back to your new admirer. He had signaled for another round of drinks.

“Either you’re a big spender, or the bartender is your connect,” you teased.

“Connect is one way of putting it. This my spot, darlin’.”

He chuckled as you damn near choked on your drink.

“I’m sorry. Tend to put my foot in my mouth.”

“You good. I like a woman who’s not afraid to speak her mind. Dealing with me, you go to say it with your chest.”

“Oh, so you plan to be around me beyond tonight?”

“Around, underneath, on top. We locked in, mama,” he insisted, licking his lips.

“I don’t even know your name, fool,” you cackled at his cockiness.

“Name’s Rio, but you can call me Christopher, mama. My future wife needs to know my government name. I’m putting my trust in you. Don’t be tellin’ my business, sweetheart.”

“Who says I’m checking for you, Rio?”

“You accepted my company and drinks. Deep down, you’re intrigued by me. Ain’t no need to hide it. When I see something I want, gotta go after it, mama.” he rasped, voice lowering to a panty-dropping level.

“You’re trouble. I just know it.”

Rio planted both hands on your thighs. The gasp that escaped you lit his brown orbs with passion.

“Can I have your undivided attention for the night? Want to get to know you better, mama.”

Grabbing his outstretched hand, he helped you down off the stool.

“Rio…”

Piercing light flickered in the darkness, pulling you from the memory that played itself in your dreams. Your hand snatched the vibrating phone from the table. Your orbs squinted to read the screen, teeth clenching in frustration.

Fucking Rio, I can’t even get away from him in my sleep. Stupid-handsome-asshole.

With a single tap, the phone rested on DND. You closed off from the world to find a peaceful slumber, only to wake from another dream. Throwing the covers back, you startled, feeling the bed dip. His cologne wafted through the air, and your eyes connected.

“Why all the tossing and turning, amor? Hmm,” he rasped, hand trailing up your arm. His warm palm cradled the side of your neck, rubbing away some of the tension.

“Sorry, did my restlessness wake you?”

“No, querida. I’ve been up taking care of some things.”

“Same old Miguel. Everything business. Still don’t sleep much, huh?”

His eyes crinkled with a small smile, but you could also see sadness. It’s the same unhappiness that’s always lingered, only now accompanied by sparks of anger and resentment. Your mind replayed his words in the elevator.

Where’s your wife, Miguel?

She had other plans tonight.

The slightest mention of her had nearly sent his mood spiraling. You weren’t privy to what was happening in his marriage but didn’t want to pry. He would only reverse card uno your ass. Miguel would insist that you vent about your own life and frustrations.

“Thank you for taking the couch,” you nibbled at your lip. 

There was a hint of frustration and guilt lingering in your chest. Not being able to sleep without dreaming of Rio left you feeling conflicted. Part of you wanted to say to hell with loyalty. Being in such a vulnerable state had you craving to be held and cuddled, but regardless of circumstance, the two of you were very much married. Concern swam in the pools of his eyes. Miguel sensed the ongoing dilemma in your head, and his fingers gently cupped your chin.

“Hey, talk to me. What’s all this,” he asked, tugging the lip between your teeth. “Tell me what you need.”

“I can’t,” you sighed.

“You can, and you will. Look at me,” he insisted as your eyes locked.

“Anything you ask me. It won’t leave this room. You need me to hold you until sleep takes over, amor?”

Unable to verbally say it, you gave him a slight head nod. Removing his tie, watch, and shoes, he made it over to the opposite side of the bed. Miguel got right to it, not giving you time to overthink it. He pulled you into his chest, arms engulfing you in a tight hug.

“Were you having nightmares, cariño?”

“No, just happy memories reminding me of the present painful ones,” you replied, voice filling with unshed tears.

“You want to talk about it?”

Silence filled the room as Miguel continued, “We don’t have to ta-.”

His sentence cut short as he felt the tremors and your head burrowed into his side. Miguel’s heart cracked at the sound of the sobs falling from your lips. His arms pulled you further into him until there was no space left, and the palm of his hand rubbed at your head.

“Shhh, you’re okay. I’m here,” he cooed, leaving soft kisses on the crown of your head.

Miguel continued to whisper calming words. You cried until your head pounded, and sleep took over.

Hope you all enjoyed that little peek into how Rio pulled up on your girl for the first time. He saw something he liked, and he had to have you🥰. We’ll just call this a vague moment of insight into upcoming events...if that makes sense 😆. If you enjoyed please be sure to hit the love button, comment, and reblog. Spread the love, my babies.

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RECOMMENDED BTS FICS OF JULY 2023💖

hello, hello! here are my bts recs of july! hopefully these beautiful stories get more recognition as well as the writers 💝

** anything in parentheses and bolded are my thoughts that can be disregarded if needed **

🔞smut || 💔angst || 💕fluff || ✅completed || 🔄ongoing || 💯favorite

Alcohol Free || @blue-jisungs💕✅

↳ in which your best friend yoongi gets to know your secrets while you sip on various drinks. with each one, he’s more shocked… and amused.

Nothing’s Changed || @hoseokhasmyheartxx​​​​​🔞💕💔✅

↳ You and Yoongi have been best friends since college. The rest of your friend group wants to go on a couples’ trip, leaving you and Yoongi to share a room. But to your surprise, your room only has one bed… will the two of you be able to get through the week without letting the other know how you feel?

The Love Plaza || @mayolive-writes🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ Needing to take a break from the long trip to college, you and Jungkook are forced to stay at the only lodging available within 70 miles, a love motel. And much to Jungkook’s dismay, there’s only one bed.

Til You Make It || @jinkookspencil💕💔✅💯

↳ jungkook is startled when you call him in need of a favor... to play his dream role - your boyfriend - for a day...

Bet On It || @minisugakoobies🔞💕✅💯💯

↳ What's a little wager between enemies? How about if it's your body on the line?

Lovin' You Right || @kookslastbutton🔞💕💔✅

↳ Your new badass neighbor won't leave you alone. You know the type, the guy your mama wouldn't want you bringing home. He'd break your heart as quick as he'd take it.

5+1 || @joon4eva​​​​​​💕✅

↳ five times you wanted to tell Namjoon you loved him + the one time you finally did.

Baby Fever || @95rkives💕✅💯

↳ what was supposedly a peaceful morning stroll in the park, an unexpected encounter triggers namjoon’s intense desire for a baby, turning him into an adorable, baby fever-filled mess.

Cherry Flavored || @jjksblackgf🔞✅

↳ You bet with your boyfriend that he can't handle more than five minutes of your tongue, but Jungkook never turns away from a challenge. You'll make sure to keep him in his place.

Moving In || @dreamescapeswriting💕✅

↳ (this was an anon req to the writer, short summary: yoongi leaves his stuff at oc's apartment, slowly moving in. shts too cute man)

Panties Over Pastries || @genkima💕✅

↳ you and your lovely boyfriend, Jungkook, decided to have a baking date planned for today ! I wonder how it turns out..

Spicy 'N Sweet || @thvhoe​​​​​​🔞💕💔🔄💯💯💯

↳ Jeon Jungkook is the perfect guy… to piss off your parents. He’s buff, inked up and the definition of their worst nightmare but hey, when love comes knocking on your door there’s not much you can do. It’s not like you planned on falling for him… it just kind of happened, and honestly, you're not even mad about it. Not at all.

The Boxer's Girlfriend || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔✅

↳ Jeon Jungkook is known throughout Korea as the top boxer. He’s swift in his attacks and calculated with everything. He’s dangerous in the ring but he was also dangerous to his girlfriend, Y/N L/N. 

Cat Got Your Tongue? || @jessikahathaway🔞💕💔✅

↳ You were exhausted from schoolwork and just needed a chance to unwind. Jungkook, campus fuckboy, offers his services to help alleviate the stress from studying but is he going to cause more stress than he relieves?

Cherry || @peachypinkygloss🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook has a crush on you and he does everything to conquer your heart (like eating your pussy whenever and wherever he feels like it).

Bunny Buns || @kittyscupcakeandbunny🔞💕💔🔄

↳ Jungkook needed to hide. He was on the run. And what better place for a bunny hybrid to hide then a Bunny coffee shop? How could he resist? You smelled sweet and looked nice. All it took was one smile of yours and a bunny bread and he was on all fours for you.

Moon || @hobeemin🔞💕✅ Pt 2.

↳ (theres no summary, and i suck at summarizing, but im a sucker for hybrid fics so that says sometime.)

Break My Mind's Eye || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ Jungkook thinks marriage is the only way to seal a deal. 

Diamond Trail || @flowerwrites06🔞💕✅

↳ The theft of his most elusive and mystery possession leads to a web of trickery that threatens every large syndicate in the country. (alternative: Yoongis’ prized possession is stolen but he’s not the only gang leader being betrayed)

Distraction || @melancholy-of-nadia🔞✅

↳ After a series of circumstances leads you to be the assistant/right-hand woman of Bangkok's local thief/gang leader Min Suga, you're diligent in fulfilling your role in helping him take down Detective (& Underground Mafia Boss) Agust D. What you didn't expect in this role, was to catch your own boss reading p*rngraphic material during his free time and finding out there are consequences to distracting him.

Wishes || @i-am-baechu🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ After a long day of classes, Min Yoongi decides to take a break at the music hall that has become his second home. He walks in with his cigarette lit and his blank expression quickly changes when he sees a girl playing his piano. The moment their eyes meet, their lives become complicated and Yoongi blames himself for her future pain. Was the love we had honest? (i dont have a gang!au banner so its going in with the mafia!au. also yall already know im a huge sucker fore mafia/gang au's along with hybrids. its currently on going, but i know that i will be on a roller coaster while reading this series)

Devoted To Trouble || @jeonsweetpea🔞💕💔✅💯

↳ In which the whole world finds out Jungkook is Spider-Man, but he doesn’t care about anything but you. OR Can you survive seven days of Jungkook pining over you while his identity is exposed to the world? (i dont have a spider-man!au banner, but spider!kook????? when yoongi said that this man will annoy him even at the age of 100, lord where is the lie. but also, we love a persistent & annoyingly cute man.)

For Glory || @mono-moonchilds🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ A fight to the death. No rules, no refs, and nowhere to run.

Monachopsis || @personasintro🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ after receiving unpleasant news that doesn’t allow you to grow your family, your husband comes up with an idea that unfortunately involves his brother whom he despises (wasnt too sure what au this fic would fall under but i say it goes under the parent au cause min yoongi gon be a father whether he likes it or not.)

Seven || @joonberriess🔞✅

↳ “You know night after night, I’ll be fuckin’ you right,” or: “Girl hold on my baby daddy calling again.”

Unconditionally || @rmsrkive💔🔄💯

↳ for the past three, almost four years, it has only been you and your twins after having been abandoned by your ex-boyfriend. you expected it to remain that way for the rest of your lives until one day you accidentally run into one of his bandmates at the park 

Way Back Home || @solemnreads🔞💕💔🔄💯💯

↳ "please tell me this isn't what i think it is" he asks you with tears in his eyes. you look down at the sight of your son with an oxygen mask on his face while your daughter is sleeping on the couch near the wall. you look into his eyes, broken and sad. you've dreamt of this day for years, wondering how he would react. but here you are, hoping he could've meet the twins under different circumstances. "yes...they're your children."

Wrong Time || @spideyjimin🔞💕💔✅💯💯

↳ meeting ten years later the girl he deeply fell in love with is something Jungkook never thought would happen. But here you are, standing before his eyes with a bright smile on your face as you walk through the massive lobby of his company. At that exact moment, he realizes that the two of you fell in love at the wrong time but is now the right time?  

Added Color || @bangtansmaus​💕💔✅💯

↳ Yumi was perfectly fine with not finding her soulmate yet. she never really cared about the idea of soulmates. she’s fine with just running her bakery and living with her brother Jimin and their two best friends Jungkook and Taehyung.

Do check out all of the other BTS Fics that i have reblogged as well!!

** if there is any fics that you guys would like to recommend, please do! i am slowly running out of fics to read **

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The Fast Lane (A Formula One Series)(1/?)

SYNOPSIS: Jesenia joins the private, membership-based dating app Raya searching for a sugar daddy. Instead, she unknowingly finds her biggest “whale”: Lewis Hamilton, a famous Formula One racing driver.

PAIRING: Sir Lewis Hamilton x Jesenia "Jessy" Hart (face claim is @/loriharvey)

WARNINGS: drama, angst, cursing, explicit sexual content, not-so-glamorous life in the influencer/racing world, kind of pre-established relationship. RATED M (18+)

TAGLIST: @royallyprincesslilly, @mauvecherie-writes, @saintslewis, @peyiswriting, @hamiltonvuitton, @cocobutterqwueen, @qveenmelanink, @ashanti-notthesinger, @lewisroscoelove, @lovebittenbyevans, @lew1s-prix, @jasmindaughteroftheworld, @eugene-emt-roe, @apenasumlug4r, @simpfortoomanymen, @roseseraj, @alika-4466, @httpsserene, @queenshikongo3, @cherry2stems, @non-stop-imagines, @anubisnoir @myescapefromthislife @chaneajoyyy @yeea-nah @mitruscity @lewiscrown @weetjy @a-moment-captured @sugardontbesweet @shaytheeprettiest @livinglifethroughfanfic @blveeeeeee @formula-hamilton @purplelewlew @trinitoldyouso @slytherinjimim3nthusiast @certifiedlesbianbaddie

AUTHOR'S NOTE: My first time writing for Lewis Hamilton. I'm new as fuck to the Formula One fandom, so please be nice! And Jessy is basically me in written form because I barely know anything besides Lewis is fine as hell. Please let me know if you wish to be added/removed from the taglist. Anyways, enjoy! Dividers by @inklore!

P.S.: You’re going to hate the main character at first but trust me, you’ll grow to love her.

CHAPTER ONE: The Gospels of Jessy

It took almost a month for her Raya account approval, but once it happened, Jessy found herself swiping mindlessly whenever she had the chance. On a break from content planning – swipe. Bored in a meeting with her agents – swipe. Downtime at a brand event – swipe.

For the next few months, she found herself swiping, starting a conversation, going out on a date or two, maybe another date, then ghost.

Rinse, lather, wash, repeat.

The process was tiring, exhausting, going on and on without an end in sight, however, Jessy always enjoyed a challenge.

Her job as a model and designer afforded the life that requires constant travel to exotic places and being invited to the who's-who of events, yet despite this, it wouldn’t hurt to have someone else foot the bill once in awhile for a non-brand trip and actually relax rather than worry endlessly about content.

To her, at this point of her life, being in a traditional relationship seemed impossible. Everything was transactional, so why should she devote her time and energy catering to a man who would presumably cheat on her anyways?

Her taste was akin to Chanel, not recent season Chanel, but vintage. Old luxury, with vacations to the Amalfi Coast and the Greek Islands via private yacht and the scent of Baccarat Rouge 540 flowing lazily in the air. Jessy's hectic upbringing led her to yearn a life of leisure, comfort, and stability. And she be damned to become just another baby mama to another ball player, no offense to her sister or mother. That stereotype, let alone overexertion on one's body, never made her want to jump on some random man's penis and sustain her livelihood solely on child support payments.

Fuck that.

Jessy aimed for investments — real estate, ideally, but she'd accept dividends and stocks as well. Along with her model/influencer income and sales from her swimwear brand, Silver Doe, she'd be able to have enough for the daily bits and her "retirement" plan.

She knew the sugaring game like the back of her hand. She knew what men liked, what they craved. Men were basic creatures to understand.

They wanted someone fuckable.

Someone that they could fuck and what others dream of fucking; arm candy if you will. Sure, a man may have a nice personality and manners, yet that was the key component of any relationship, at least according to the Gospels of Jessy.

Childhood trauma forced her to grow up fast and learn the intricacies of the world at a tender age. Her life carried on on two simple things to not fuck up: the bag and the gist of it all.

And when it came to this life as a sugar baby, she lived by those two things religiously.

The Gospels of Jessy. May we bow our heads in prayer.

Soft skin. "Clean girl" makeup. Fresh manicure and pedicure. Styled hair. Dressed to the nines.

These were the things that every man wanted his woman to have. And Lewis was no different.

Suffice to say, he'd never overtly say it, but Jessy knew what he expected and what was expected of him.

A man of his stature, his fame, needed to have a high-caliber woman on his arm. He needed a woman that was just as ubiquitous as he was.

This was her mantra. A checklist to ensure her place on his arm, to remain the focal point of jealousy among both men and women. Luckily for her, like all penis-having beings, Lewis had a tangent for beautiful women, and like all women looking for their comeuppance, Jessy played into that until she had him hook, line, and sinker.

It happened almost a month ago, during a rather boring conversation with a potential sugar daddy at Sexy Fish in Miami.

The guy was rich, balding, and slightly obese. Besides his multimillion-dollar fortune, he had no redeeming qualities. The conversation was just like him: bland and stale. When she got that message on Raya from Lewis, she felt as though it was a sign from the Lord above.

She didn't know fuck all about Formula One or professional racing, but she understood net worth and assets, which was something Lewis had an abundance of. His initial message was cute and straightforward, commenting about how attractive she was and if she had any downtime in the next few days for a date.

Of course, Jessy played coy at first, pretending to not know who he was and playing into his ego. In reality, she had already googled him the moment she saw his profile on Raya.

But Lewis seemed unfazed by her disinterest in his fame and wealth. It only made him more interested in her.

After some back-and-forth messaging, they agreed to meet for a casual late lunch at a trendy restaurant in downtown Miami. Jessy made sure to dress to impress, choosing a body-hugging red dress that showed off her curves and long, toned legs.

When she arrived at the restaurant, she spotted Lewis immediately. He was even more handsome in person with his charming smile and sharp jawline. As soon as he saw her, he stood up from his seat and pulled out her chair for her.

"Jessy," he said in an attractive British accent, smiling warmly as he kissed her hand gently. "It's a pleasure to finally meet you."

"The pleasure is all mine," Jessy replied with a flirtatious grin. She could tell right away that this was going to be an easy mark. He was shorter than the usual type of man she goes for; without her heels, she was only an inch shorter than his height of 5'9, but she decided to not let that be an issue. She was used to manipulating men of all shapes and sizes, and Lewis would be no different.

Lewis ordered her a bottle of expensive wine before even looking at the menu.

"You don't drink?" Jessy asked Lewis with a perplexed stare as she sipped on her glass of wine.

"Nah," Lewis replied in a deep timbre, chuckling. "I decided to give that up last year to gain more clarity. Being a vegan helps with that too."

Jessy raised an eyebrow, impressed by his discipline and self-control. She hadn't expected him to have such a strict lifestyle given his wealth and fame.

"So...you don't have any vices?" she wondered. "I'm not sure if I've ever met a man who doesn't have at least one."

Lewis laughed lightly and ran his fingers through his braided hair. "Well, I wouldn't say I'm completely free of vices, but I do my best to control them," he replied. "My main ones are racing...and something that's probably not appropriate to discuss at the moment."

Her mind immediately caught on to what he was suggesting - he had a strong sexual appetite.

So he's a freak, interesting.

Jessy nodded, intrigued by this side of Lewis. She had assumed he would be like many other wealthy men she had encountered – indulging in excess and living for the moment.

"What about you?" he asked her, leaning forward slightly with interest. "Do you have any vices?"

Jessy smirked, swirling the wine in her glass before taking another sip. "I think my biggest vice is shopping," she confessed.

Lewis raised an eyebrow, amused by her answer. "Shopping, huh? I wouldn't have guessed," he replied with a smug grin.

Jessy shrugged nonchalantly. "I just love nice things," she said. "But I also have a few other...vices." She leaned in closer to Lewis, her eyes glinting with mischief.

"Oh really?" Lewis asked, lifting an eyebrow in curiosity. "Do tell."

"Well, let's just say I have a bit of a wild side as well," Jessy said seductively. "I enjoy experiencing new things and pushing boundaries."

Lewis chuckled, reveled by her boldness and confidence. He couldn't deny that he was attracted to her already.

"I can definitely appreciate a little wildness," he said with a wink.

They spent the rest of their lunch laughing, flirting, and getting to know each other more. They talked about everything from their favorite foods (Lewis loved hummus) to their childhoods (Lewis grew up in England while Jessy grew up in Miami).

As they finished their meal, Lewis suggested they take a walk around the city and explore some local shops. Jessy eagerly agreed, excited for the chance to spend more time with him.

They strolled through the busy streets of Miami, and Jessy couldn't help but notice that some people recognized him and whispered as they passed by. She was kind of used to being in the spotlight herself, but being seen with someone as famous as Lewis was definitely different.

"Are you used to all this attention?" she asked casually as they walked hand in hand.

Lewis shrugged nonchalantly. "It's part of the job," he replied. "But it can get overwhelming at times."

Jessy nodded sympathetically, understanding the pressures of fame all too well.

After browsing through several stores and trying on various outfits (with Lewis eagerly giving his opinion), they decided to call it a day and head back to their cars.

"This was fun," Lewis said as they stood outside his car. "We should do it again. I'll have some free time after the race and I would love to hang out with you again, if that's okay."

Jessy returned his smile, saying "That sounds good to me." Interested in spending more time with her, Lewis probed further, asking, "What about next week too? I'll be passing through Los Angeles for a day or two and I could fly you out to join me."

"Really?" she asked, trying to contain her excitement.

Lewis smiled, noticing her reaction. "Yeah, it would be nice to have some company while I'm in LA," he said.

Jessy couldn't believe her luck. "I would love that," she said eagerly. "Thank you for offering."

"It's my pleasure," Lewis replied, his gaze lingering on hers. "I'll make sure you have a great time."

They exchanged numbers and made plans to meet up in Los Angeles the following week.

And as they say, the rest is history

A few weeks later....

"No, Noelle, I'm telling you, it's not like that," Jessy insisted, her voice laden with sternness. She paced back and forth in her expansive apartment, the phone pressed tightly against her ear, as she packed for an upcoming trip. "Noelle, we're just having fun. Plus, he's always surrounded by beautiful women. I doubt I'm anything special to him."

After spending more time with Lewis in Miami and in Los Angeles, he invited her to the Monaco Grand Prix in Monte Carlo. If Jessy played her cards accordingly, Lewis would be wrapped around her finger. Jessy visited Monaco before, yet this would be the trip of a lifetime. Lewis already informed her that they had a day planned sailing on his yacht, so she could only imagine what else was in store for her.

Noelle sighed on the other end of the line. "Jessy, you have to be careful. Lewis sounds charming as fuck, and you know how these things go. He might catch feelings for you, and then what?"

Jessy paused for a moment, considering her friend's warning. Noelle had always been the more cautious one. "I appreciate your concern, but I think we can handle it," she replied confidently. "We're both adults, and we know what we want."

Noelle remained skeptical but decided to drop the subject for now. "Alright, just promise me that you'll keep a level head about this. The media is already speculating about you two hanging out together in Los Angeles, not to mention his fans..."

"Girl, I'm telling you, it isn't anything to worry about," scoffed Jessy. "He just acting like he's that nigga because I gave him head. If anything, he owes me for my services."

Noelle couldn't help but laugh. "Jesenia, girl, you sound like a ho!"

"Shit, a rich one at that," mused Jessy as she looked around her apartment. It may not be the penthouse, but it still had amazing views of the beach and city. Her closet was filled with designer clothes and accessories. She knew she was blessed but always wanted more. And if that meant using Lewis for money and material things, then so be it.

Noelle let out more uncontrollable laughter. "Period, Jessy-poo!" She spoke again, her tone more serious this time. "Okay, but just remember to protect yourself emotionally. It's easy to get caught up in the fantasy and forget that it's all transactional."

"I know, Noelle," Jessy replied, her voice tinged with determination. "I'm on my City Girls shit right now, and I'll be damned if another nigga tries to ruin it."

"If you say so," Noelle sighed, still unconvinced.

With their conversation coming to an end, Jessy hung up the phone and continued packing for her trip to Monaco.

Jessy couldn't believe her luck as she stepped off the private jet and onto the tarmac in Monaco. She was greeted by Lewis's team, who whisked her away to Lewis' homes in Monte Carlo, where she would be staying for the next few days. As soon as she entered the home, a wave of excitement and nervousness washed over her. This was it - her chance to make a lasting impression on Lewis and solidify their arrangement.

But as she looked around at the lavishness of his home, Jessy couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt. Noelle's words echoed in her mind - reminding her that this was all transactional. She took a deep breath and pushed those thoughts aside. This was an opportunity that many girls dreamed of, and Jessy wasn't going to let it slip away.

That night, Lewis took Jessy out on a lavish dinner date at one of Monaco's finest restaurants, COYA  Monte-Carlo. As they made their way through the city, Jessy couldn't help but feel like a million bucks. The streets were lined with luxury cars and high-end boutiques, and the air was filled with excitement for the upcoming race. A couple of paparazzi followed them as they walked, snapping pictures of Lewis and his beautiful companion.

Once they arrived at COYA, Jessy's jaw dropped. The restaurant was even more lavish than she could have imagined - adorned with opulent decor and filled with an elite crowd. Lewis led her inside, where they were quickly ushered to their private table overlooking the harbor.

As they perused the menu, Lewis shared stories about his previous races in Monaco and his love for the city. Jessy listened intently, hanging on to every word he said. She couldn't believe how down-to-earth he seemed despite his fame and success.

"So, tell me more about yourself, Jessy," Lewis said, placing his menu down and giving her his full attention. "How did you get into designing?"

Jessy smiled, feeling a mix of nerves and excitement at the thought of opening up to him. "Well, like I mentioned, I grew up with my mom, sister, and my stepfather," she began. "I've always loved fashion, so I pursued that as a career. But it's tough trying to make it in the fashion industry."

Lewis raised an eyebrow. "I can imagine. It takes a lot of talent and hard work to make it big."

"Yeah," Jessy nodded. "But I won't give up on my dreams." She paused for a moment before asking, "What about you? How did you get into racing?"

Lewis chuckled. "It's actually a funny story. My dad was a mechanic and always had cars around the house. When I was eight years old, I asked him if I could drive one of them - just for fun." He shook his head with a laugh. "I ended up crashing into our neighbor's fence."

Jessy couldn't help but laugh along with him. She could picture young Lewis behind the wheel of a car, determined to drive like an adult.

"But my dad saw something in me," Lewis continued. "He started teaching me how to race properly, and from then on, I was hooked."

"That's amazing," Jessy said sincerely. "And now look at you - one of the most successful racers in the world."

Lewis smiled humbly. "I'm grateful for all the opportunities that have come my way."

As soon as the waitress approached, Lewis confidently took charge and ordered their meals, flawlessly selecting both vegan and non-vegan options from the menu. Jessy admired how effortlessly he made decisions for her, and couldn't help but smile at his assertiveness.

"I hope you don't mind," Lewis said, turning to Jessy. "I just wanted to make sure we could try a little bit of everything."

"No, not at all," Jessy replied gratefully as she bit her lower lip. "I find it incredibly attractive."

"Do you now?" Lewis grinned mischievously. "Well then, I'll have to make sure to keep it up."

"Mmm, you definitely should," she whispered seductively.

Their plates arrived quickly, each filled with a delicious array of Latin American dishes that left Jessy speechless. As they ate and talked, it felt like there was no one else in the world but them. They laughed and joked like old friends, and Jessy felt herself starting to let go of her reservations.

Lewis continued to impress Jessy with his knowledge of different cuisines and cultures. She was surprised to learn that he had traveled around the world for races and had developed a love for trying new foods.

"I've always wanted to travel more," Jessy admitted as she took a bite of the broccoli sprouts on her plate.

"Well, maybe you can join me on some of my trips sometime," Lewis suggested with a hopeful smile.

As she swirled her straw in her colorful cocktail, she couldn't help but feel a wave of self-doubt wash over her. "I don't want to be a burden," she said, taking a cautious sip. "What if I distract you or something?"

But Lewis just laughed and shook his head. "Trust me, you won’t be, the company would be nice. It’s just me and my drooling bulldog, Roscoe. And he's not much of a conversationalist." He flashed her a reassuring smile. "You should definitely come if you can."

After a few moments of contemplation, Jessy responded, "I'll need some time to consider that." As much as she wanted to travel with Lewis across different countries, she had to be practical and take into account her business commitments.

Lewis seemed to sense her hesitation and reached for her hand across the table. "Take your time, Jessy. I don't want you to feel pressured into anything."

Following their meal, Lewis chauffeured Jessy around Monaco in a car - showing her all of his favorite spots including the famous Casino de Monte-Carlo and Hotel de Paris Monte-Carlo. Everywhere they went seemed more extravagant than the last.

Sunday morning....

Jessy stepped out of the car, her heart racing with anticipation. The intoxicating scent of high-end perfume and the distant roar of engines overwhelmed her senses. This was her first time at the Monaco Grand Prix, and she couldn't believe that she had been invited by none other than Lewis Hamilton himself.

She made her way towards the entrance of the Paddock Club, and Jessy couldn't help but feel a surge of nervous energy coursing through her veins. She had spent hours fussing over her outfit, wanting to make sure she fit in with the glamorous crowd that frequented this prestigious event.

Her simple yet chic outfit clung to her curves in all the right places, accentuating her natural beauty. Her heels clicked confidently against the pavement as she followed Mercedes' team coordinator, Stephen Lord, whom everyone affectionately called Stevo.

Inside the Paddock Club, the atmosphere was electric. The clinking of champagne glasses mingled with excited chatter as race enthusiasts and high-profile guests mingled around the room. Jessy couldn't help but feel a little out of place. After all, she was just a small business owner and model from Miami.

Stevo guided Jessy to a secluded table in the corner of the upscale club. As they approached, two tall and attractive men stood up to greet them and they smiled at Jessy.

"Alright, here we are Ms. Hart," said Stevo with a kind smile. "Please let me know if you need anything else. Don't forget to check out the Mercedes garage later."

"Thank you, Stevo," Jessy replied, returning his smile. "And please, call me Jessy."

Stevo chuckled at her request before turning to face the two men. "How are you gentlemen doing? Can I get you anything?"

"We're all set, mate," replied the taller man in a deep British accent. His double-breasted pink suit exuded confidence and style, while his friend sported a lavender ensemble with equal flair. After exchanging fist bumps with Stevo, he turned to Jessy with an intrigued expression. "So you're the woman that got my best friend goin' wild."

Jessy couldn't help but chuckle nervously at the attention. "I don't know about all that, but Lewis and I are enjoying each other's company."

"Mmhmm," agreed the other man with a slow nod as he took a delicate sip of his champagne. "My name is Daniel, but everyone calls me Spinz." He extended his free hand for Jessy to shake, and she reciprocated with a firm grip that seemed to surprise him. He jokingly winced at the grip and let out a low whistle. "Damn, girl, no wonder Lewis got a liking to you. Grip hard as fuck."

Jessy laughed at the playful comment. "Thank you, I do try."

"And I'm Miles," Mr. Pink Suit smiled. "Lewis told us to watch over you, and make sure you have a good time."

"More like threatened us," added Spinz with an eye roll, eliciting a playful slap on the back from Miles.

Jessy found it amusing that Lewis would feel the need to "threaten" his friends into ensuring her enjoyment at the club. From what she had seen so far, he was nothing but kind and laidback, but perhaps there was more to him than met the eye.

"How about we head upstairs to the Terrace?" Miles suggested.

The group made their way to the Terrace, an exclusive rooftop area of the Paddock Club with breathtaking views of the race track. As they settled into a cozy corner with plush couches and fans to keep them cool, Spinz poured Jessy a glass of champagne.

"So, Jessy," he began, leaning in with a curious expression. "How did you and Lewis meet?"

Jessy took a sip of her drink before answering, pondering about how much she should divulge. "He reached out to me on social media after seeing that I was in Miami around the time of his race. We chatted for a bit and he invited me out for lunch one day."

"Ah, so he slid into your DMs?," teased Spinz with a smirk.

Miles laughed at the comment while Jessy lightheartedly rolled her eyes. "In my defense, I didn't think he actually did; I thought it was a scam."

"Well, I'm glad he did," said Miles sincerely as he clinked his glass against hers.

"Yes, we all are," added Spinz with a grin.

Jessy couldn't help but feel touched by their genuine interest in her relationship with Lewis. They were both clearly very important people in his life and she was grateful that they seemed to accept her without hesitation.

As they continued chatting and getting to know each other, Jessy couldn't ignore the constant glances and whispers from other guests nearby. She had expected some attention being with Lewis Hamilton's friends, but it was starting to make her uncomfortable.

Sensing her discomfort, Miles sent her an assuring glance. "Ignore them, love. They're just jealous."

Jessy smiled gratefully at him before turning her attention back to Spinz who was telling an outrageous story about his latest party antics.

As the conversation carried on into the afternoon, Jessy found herself feeling more and more at ease with Miles and Spinz. They were incredibly funny and easygoing, making it seem like she had known them for years. She couldn't have asked for better company to spend her first Formula One race with.

After Lewis' disappointing loss, the trio made their way to the Mercedes garage to wait for him.

"Hey there, lovebirds," he joked. Despite looking a bit worn out, Lewis still had a smile on his face. "Looks like you guys are having a good time."

"Always," replied Miles with a grin as he and Lewis exchanged a friendly fist bump.

Lewis then walked over to Jessy and wrapped his arms around her. "How's everything going? Did you enjoy yourself?"

His sudden display of affection in front of his friends caught her off guard, but she quickly relaxed into his embrace. Jessy couldn't help but smile at his thoughtfulness. "Yes, thank you for introducing me to your friends. They're great company. I'm sorry about what happened today, baby."

"I'm glad. And thank you, I needed that," replied Lewis before turning to Miles and Spinz. "Thanks for looking after her, fellas."

"No problem, bro," said Spinz with a laugh. "We'll give you some alone time now."

After some more playful banter, Lewis took Jessy's hand and led her away from the group.

"Where are we going?" asked Jessy as they walked through the busy Mercedes garage.

"Just wanted to show you where all the magic happens," replied Lewis with a wink.

As they strolled through the bustling garage area filled with F1 cars being worked on by mechanics, Jessy felt amazed. She had never been this close to a race car before.

"Wow, this is incredible," she said as she ran her fingers over the sleek and aerodynamic body of the car.

Lewis chuckled. "I knew you'd like it."

He gave her a tour of his car, explaining how everything worked in detail with passion and excitement. Jessy found herself getting swept up in his enthusiasm as he showed her the complex steering wheel and pointed out all the different buttons and switches.

"It's amazing how much goes into it," she said in awe.

"It takes a lot of skill to be able to race one of these babies," replied Lewis with a grin.

Jessy couldn't help but feel proud of him for all that he had accomplished in his racing career. It was clear that he was truly passionate about what he did.

As they continued their walk around the garage, Lewis introduced Jessy to some of his team members and mechanics who all greeted her warmly. She could see why Lewis loved this team so much - they were like a big family.

Eventually, they made their way back to Lewis' home to relax before dinner with his friends.

Suddenly, Jessy yawned and stretched out on the couch, placing her head on Lewis' lap.

"Tired?" asked Lewis with a smile.

"A little," she admitted. "It was a long day, but I don't want to miss dinner.

Lewis chuckled and pulled her closer to him. "Well, how about we take a quick nap before dinner?"

Jessy felt grateful for the chance to rest. As she lay in Lewis' bed, she couldn't help but notice how comfortable and familiar it felt, even though it was her first time visiting his home.

She drifted off to sleep easily, feeling safe and content in Lewis' arms.

When she woke up a couple of hours later, Lewis was lying next to her with his eyes closed. Jessy watched him for a moment, taking in his peaceful expression. She couldn't believe that this handsome and successful man was hers.

At least to some degree, she thought.

Feeling a surge of affection, Jessy gently brushed some braids out of Lewis' face and leaned down to kiss him softly on the lips.

He opened his eyes with a smile and pulled her closer for a deeper kiss. "Hey there," he said huskily as they broke apart.

"Hi," replied Jessy with a grin. "I didn't mean to wake you."

"It's okay," said Lewis as he caressed her cheek. "I'm glad you did."

He pulled her in for another kiss and as it deepened, Jessy felt Lewis' hands begin to explore her body, gently caressing her shoulders and neck, then slowly moving downward, tracing the curve of her back.

In response, she leaned into him, arching her back slightly, inviting him to continue. Lewis' fingers gripped the fabric of her top, pulling it up and over her head ever so slightly, revealing her smooth skin. His touch sent shivers down Jessy's spine, igniting a fire inside her. She couldn't help but let out a soft moan as their lips continued to move in sync.

Breaking the kiss, Lewis looked into Jessy's eyes with a hunger that made her heart race. Without saying a word, he reached behind her and unhooked her bra, tossing it aside.

Jessy's skin flushed with heat as Lewis took in the sight of her bare chest. He leaned down and began kissing and nibbling on her breasts, sending waves of pleasure through her body.

Her hands found their way to his shirt, tugging at it impatiently. In one swift motion, Lewis removed his shirt and threw it across the room.

Their bodies pressed against each other as they explored each other's skin with their hands and lips. Jessy could feel Lewis' arousal against her thigh and she couldn't resist running her hand down his chest to feel him fully.

With a low groan, Lewis pulled back slightly and looked into Jessy's eyes again. "Are you sure you want this?" he asked breathlessly.

"Yes, baby," she affirmed, guiding him onto his back. Jessy helped ease him out of his pants and underwear before eagerly tending to him.

Although she had been intimate with Lewis before, he always waited for her signal before proceeding to anything sexual. It was a sweet gesture that showed his respect and consideration for her comfort. But sometimes, Jessy just wanted to jump his bones without hesitation.

Grasping firmly, just as he preferred, Jessy's hand enveloped his throbbing member as her mouth engulfed him. With a slow and steady rhythm, Jessy expertly pleased Lewis, teasing with her tongue and cleaning any traces of pre-ejaculation. Lewis' grip on her head tightened as he guided her movements to match his own pace.

Jessy could feel the tension building in Lewis' body as she continued to pleasure him. Her own arousal was growing with each moan and gasp coming from his lips. She could feel herself getting wetter and wetter..

But before he could reach his peak, Lewis pulled her up to him and flipped them over so that he was on top. He hovered above her, his eyes burning with desire.

"You're so beautiful," he whispered, trailing kisses down her neck and collarbone. Jessy's breath hitched as his lips found their way to her sweet spot, biting and sucking at that place until she was writhing beneath him.

With one fluid motion, Lewis removed the rest of their clothes and positioned himself between Jessy's legs. He looked into her eyes once more, seeking permission and reassurance.

"Yes," she breathed, arching her hips towards him.

And with that, he entered her slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. Their bodies moved together in sync as they reached new levels of pleasure together.

Lewis' movements became more urgent as they both neared their climax. His hand reached between them to rub Jessy's clit, causing her back to arch in a bow and her to coo his name in ecstasy. With a loud cry, they both came undone, riding out their orgasms together.

Exhausted and sweaty, Lewis cuddled up to Jessy and drifted into a deep slumber. Satisfied with their encounter, Jessy grinned to herself and as soon as she heard his familiar snores, she got out of bed and headed to the bathroom to freshen up.

Jessy did her usual after-sex routine: relieving her bladder, brushing her teeth, and taking a Plan B pill that she always kept in her toiletries bag for these situations.

She and Lewis had previously discussed their sexual activities in Los Angeles, and despite both being clean and Jessy being on birth control, she was still cautious enough to take precautions.

Glancing at her reflection in the mirror, Jessy took in her mussed, thoroughly fucked appearance. Judging by the way Lewis laid that pipe and him falling to sleep soon afterward, she knew that her plan had fallen perfectly into place.

And now, she was going to make sure he gave her everything she wanted.

Hook, line, and sinker.

TO BE CONTINUED....

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A Clash of Perception

➥ summary: Miles girlfriend overheard someone talking about her man and she ain’t finna just let that slide

➥ slight angst to fluff

➥ Earth42 miles x reader

The school hallway buzzed with the cacophony of youthful voices and hurried footsteps as (Y/n) made her way through the bustling crowd. Her heart skipped a beat when she caught fragments of a conversation that sent an icy chill down her spine. It was an exchange filled with mockery and disdain aimed at her boyfriend, Miles, and his gloomy appearance.

The hurtful words echoed in (Y/n)'s mind, fueling an indignant fire within her. Determined to confront the perpetrator, she scanned the sea of faces, searching for the source of the disparaging remarks. Her gaze settled on a figure in the distance—a student whose smirking countenance betrayed their role in the hurtful exchange.

With every step closer, (Y/n)'s resolve solidified. She couldn't stand idly by while someone ridiculed her beloved Miles. The weight of her emotions surged through her veins, driving her forward with a fierce determination to defend him and challenge the prejudice that lingered within their school's walls.

As she approached the offender, the air thickened with tension. The student, caught off guard by (Y/n)'s unwavering gaze, met her eyes with a mixture of surprise and arrogance. Sensing an imminent confrontation, whispers rippled through the crowd, drawing attention to the brewing storm.

Their exchange began with a volley of heated words. (Y/n), her voice trembling with a blend of anger and compassion, expressed her disappointment and disbelief at the offender's insensitivity. She questioned the motivation behind their hurtful actions, urging them to confront the consequences of their words and the pain they inflicted upon others.

The atmosphere grew charged as (Y/n) passionately articulated her perspective. She spoke of the importance of empathy and the dangers of making superficial judgments. She recounted stories of Miles's resilience, his depth of character, and the beauty that emanated from his seemingly gloomy exterior. Her words challenged the offender to see beyond the surface and embrace the nuances that made Miles unique.

The school hallway stood witness to the clash of emotions as (Y/n) confronted the person responsible for mocking her boyfriend, Miles. The atmosphere crackled with tension, and the air hummed with the intensity of their argument. Yet, amidst the heated exchange, Miles, tall and composed, caught sight of the commotion and swiftly assessed the situation.

A mixture of concern and amusement played on Miles' face as he approached the scene. He recognized the fire in (Y/n)'s eyes, the unwavering determination that fueled her passionate defense of his honor. Sensing the escalating tension, he knew it was time to intervene.

With a confident stride, Miles stepped in, his presence commanding attention. His gaze locked with (Y/n)'s, a silent understanding passing between them. Without a word, he hoisted her over his shoulder, an unexpected and slightly comical move that elicited a startled cry from (Y/n).

"Let me down, Miles!" she exclaimed, her voice a mix of defiance and frustration. "I'm not done with them. I'm going to tear a new hole into them!"

Miles chuckled softly, his grip firm but gentle. "Yeah, yeah, mamas," he replied, his voice laced with a sense of amusement. "Ignore them. Ignorance is a disease, and I don't want you catching that creep's germs."

Though (Y/n) struggled against his hold, her protests echoing through the hallway, Miles remained resolute. He carried her away from the confrontation, navigating the bustling school corridors with ease. All the while, (Y/n) continued her spirited objections, her determination to address the offender unwavering.

As they reached a more secluded area, Miles finally relented and set (Y/n) down, releasing her from his grasp. He looked into her eyes, a gentle smile playing on his lips. "I know you want to defend me, (Y/n), and I appreciate it. But sometimes, it's best to rise above the negativity. Confronting ignorance head-on rarely leads to the understanding we seek."

(Y/n) huffed, her frustration still evident, but her features softened as she absorbed Miles' words. She realized the wisdom behind his actions, his desire to protect her from the toxicity of ignorance. Slowly, her anger began to subside, making way for a renewed sense of calm.

"Miles, I just couldn't stand by and let them belittle you," she admitted, her voice tinged with vulnerability. "But you're right. Their ignorance doesn't define us, and it shouldn't dictate our actions."

Miles reached out and gently took (Y/n)'s hand, intertwining their fingers. "Exactly, (Y/n). Our love is stronger than any hurtful words or actions. We rise above, show them what true strength and resilience look like."

In that moment, (Y/n) realized the depth of Miles' love and his unwavering support. His strength and calmness anchored her, reminding her of the importance of choosing battles wisely and finding inner peace amidst chaos.

Together, hand in hand, they walked away from the confrontation, leaving the echoes of the argument behind. As they moved forward, their steps aligned, (Y/n) felt a renewed sense of unity and determination. She knew that with Miles by her side, they could face any challenge, rise above any adversity.

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I woke up an chose violence for xmas eve~ LINE UP BOIZ

I kinda just went nuts on this....I am sorry no one asked for it haha Gunna share what I have thought out so far tho. ~ more below!!!!

Virus started in Draxums lab, Zombie are mutated yokai/human undead affected by the Oozesquitoes. The events of the apocalypse start before the pilot episode of rottmnt, So the boys do not have the Ninpo and the weapons they get from draxums labs. The boys never learn about it before Splinter dies. (this is to give more of a challenge to the story an fun 0w0 no tech an no powers. We SURVIVING BABY) This also means that the boys dont understand the hidden city an yokai as they would in the show. This is all silly fun so its not that serious~ I just wanna have some fresh angst an zombies yo

~~more of the injuries -Mikey, he's mostly Deaf due to an accident with a bomb created by Donnie. To close to the explosion and the whole thing was hectic but that's why Mikey has a large scar on the right side of his face/neck as well. He is the most un "damaged" of the 4, as his brothers fiercely protect him. Mikey is more emotionally distant due to the trauma of the undead and people dying around him. -Leo arm goes chop chop pretty early on in the apocalypse due to a bite, he duels with one katana an his arm in close combat. He's less humorous in this AU, a bit more stricter. I don't have much information on him XD He leads along with Raph. -Donnie, no tech, still wears battleshell but it no longer functions. Its heavily modified due to it being the same size when the apocalypse started. Left leg was bitten in a food/supply run with Raph (Raph also lost his Tail as well during this time((bite)) Donnie is a much more tactical fighter, distance an smarts. Uses staff to impales undead head at safer distance. Donnie is much more cruel spoken in this au later on in life, he's not very optimistic but finds humor in it. Almost switching rolls with Leo's personality, not completely but almost like a trauma response to the apocalypse. -Raphie~ Uses double barrel gun as a last resort, He relies on his Sais an his thick skin to protect his family. His right eye is blind due to yokai zombie attack.(was zombie big mama 0w0) he lost a large portion of his tail along with Donnies leg the same time. (Will go more into detail of that later) He is much more protective of his brothers, untrusting an weary of strangers.

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I feel like Satoru has some low level 'I want to save everyone' thing in him because of his abilities. What if Kouki inherited it? Kouki got tangled with a bullying sesh and it resulted to brawling. Well, Kouki tried to be the big boy and talk things out but everything escalated. Just like Megumi-nii! And the parents got called in the principal's office. Satoru, the proud dad becuase he trained him and yn just sighs.

Kaleidoscope Series—Clouds and Mochi Chapters { Son }

—Gojo Satoru X Wife Reader

𑁍 Synopsis:

If there is one person he unquestionably respects, there's only one person in his mind.

It's his Father.

𑁍 Genre: family theme, fluff, angst if you squint, comfort

𑁍 CW/TW: (1.5k)—bullying, guidance office, brawl, Satoru just being a proud dad, and the munchkins protective moments, NOT PROOFREAD this is fight-or-fight *sigh

𑁍 A/N: Better late than never for my munchkin, here's to Kou's 8th birthday. Can't have my little mochi growing up to soon. Excuse Grey for being MIA, I'm dying from simultaneous exams, defense, and work can't believe I manage to sneak this in~ —Grey

If there is one person he unquestionably respects, there's only one person in his mind.

It's his Father.

The unwavering stance of his Papa never seems to falter.

"Again."

Kouki gasp for air on his knees. His sore arms barely supported him as he feels his muscles shaking.

"Get up Kou, on your feet, c'mon buddy." His Papa looked at him observantly but at the same time made no move to help him. "No one's gonna help you unless you help your self little one."

Has was six. Barely got his 'r' and 'l' right but started the daily training with his father. An hour of uninterrupted various activities tired and challenged him. It was the time not even his Mama can come and intervene.

He didn't hate it. Looking back on those times, he is certain that it's the reason he didn't break apart even after his curse techniques nearly shattered his mind.

"In a fight, you don't win just by physical force Kikufuku." His Father sighed, flicking his nose the nth time for losing yet again. "You first shatter the mind." The back of his father's finger knocked on his temples. "Then you break their body."

His Father sternly prohibited him from all the things he learned in their training to use against harmless people.

"What happened to your cheeks, sweetheart?" You asked him, wiping your hands and kneeling before your son who just came home from school. The reddish-than-normal patch and dirt on his clothes awakened your curiosity and fear at the solitary guess in your mind.

"I should've made myself clear. I did say don't use it on harmless people... But." His Papa busied himself cleaning Kouki's wounds while you are inquiring the school about this incident. His Papa's eyes stared at him with a dissatisfied glint. "I didn't mean that you let yourself get kicked around buddy."

Kouki remembers the distress on your face seeing him once again dirty and all. His Father never mentioned a word but only looked at him for a long time before announcing dinner. He finds it unnecessary to fight for himself. He's never been diligent enough to bother proving himself. But it comes differently when it's directed to the people he loves.

Really he never meant to let it get too far. Kouki sighed with his arms crossed over his chest. Sitting in front of him is his classmates, battered and dirty.

They are all sitting on the other side, glaring at him who's sitting by the left seat all alone.

To be fair he did hold back. His Mama raised him better than being a violent person, and while his Pa taught him how to fight, he never taught him to recklessly hit others. He doesn't really want his Ma to come to fetch him in the discipline's office.

Contrary to popular belief, he's a pretty quiet kid in the class. But these kinds of brawls always gravitate towards him since middle school.

The door slammed open. The familiar long white hair of his sister contrasts the gloomy atmosphere of the room. Her bright blue eyes darted from her brother and to the other side of the boys hunched altogether.

A feral glint soon emanated from her eyes. Kouki sometimes has to blame their father for letting Saika join in those training. She's always been a hot-tempered girl.

"You dare punch my broth—"

Kouki was ready to jump on his sister when the door slammed open.

"Ah! There's my boy, no bruises and all clean. See I told you Honey he's fine. Right, Kikufuku?"

The striking silvery white mane of his father gathered all the attention, followed by your figure, worriedly looking at your children. The guidance counselor also went inside.

Satoru looks at the boys on the other side. All looked at him and his wife with pale faces.

"I beat them up. And I'm not going to say sorry." Kouki scowled before the guidance counselor spoke.

"Well, that's not the best thing to say in your situation, young lad." The elder woman sighed. Gesturing for you and Satoru to sit. Saika finds her way to see beside her brother, calm but Kouki can see the bearings working inside his sister's brain.

"This is the..." The woman looked at you and at the record in her hand. "Fifth offense, dear. Quite overdue don't you think?" The elder lady looked at the young boys who are itching to bite at Kouki. "As for you children, five versus one? Really boys?"

Satoru chuckled. You elbowed him stifling him up.

In his defense, he gotta love the humor of the new guidance counselor.

"You won buddy." Satoru ruffled his son's hair making the boy squirm.

"Satoru." You growled, slowly regretting bringing your husband with you.

"He punched us first!"

"You talked to me first." Kouki raised a brow. 

"Mrs. Gojo, anything to say about your son's behavior?" The counselor asked. She looks and acts more calm than the previous flirty lady.

"We're not in the scene, c'mon we're at work. How about you guys tell us? Since you're the ones in school? Hmmm?" Satoru intervened, engulfing your hand in his hold to stop you. "Or how about you guys tell us?" Satoru switched to a friendly tone and looked at the boys.

Let me Honey... it was a quiet note for you.

"He punched us first! We were just talking." One of the boys justified, but quickly hunched his shoulders when he met Satoru's direct gaze.

"You were talking about how I and my sister are witches, with our unusual hair," Kouki lowly growled. Eyes turning shades darker.

"Satoru." You shakily uttered your husband's name.

"It was fine really, if you just talked about me, I would let you go." Kouki's eyes turned dark that you swear they looked so much like his Father's, much more resemblant compared to his sister's. A quiet raging storm. "But if I let you go it's like I feel sorry for myself and my sister for looking like how we are. And I'm never gonna be sorry for looking like my father much more for beating you up." Your son subtly hissed.

"Hmmm, well said, well said." Satoru nodded, once again intervening. Glancing at the new guidance counselor who took off her glasses and frowned.

"You three go out. I need to talk to the counselor alone." You kicked your cats out before they make any more ruckus.

"Now let's talk won't we little ones?" You turned to the children with a sigh.

Satoru waited outside the nearby cafe with his son sitting beside him and Saika busy playing with his sunglasses.

It's not the first time, to be fair, he was ready to transfer his kids the second they wished so. But Kouki endured it. Satoru knew his son's temper, perhaps better than you. It's a man-to-man thing. The lil' mochi wouldn't complain if it's just about him. He would keep quiet even if the kids isolate him. Even if he's always left with the shortest stick, the hardest challenges. The lil' guy would just accept it and go on.

He's always been a little worried for his son letting himself put up with such grievances. But later he understands that the little guy just doesn't wanna bother too much about the temporary things. And that he just has a different trigger than the rest. It's not about him, but his trigger lies in those he holds dear. And that doesn't make Kouki weak, it just makes him more untouchable by ephemeral situations.

He doesn't need to say much but ruffling his son's long hair is more than enough to make the little one lit up.

"Did you won?"

"Of course Papa, not a scratch or a punch. See?" Kouki grinned showing off his pristine uniform as clean as it was when you ironed it this morning.

A familiar silhouette of a young rebellious teenager with black hair flashed through Satoru's mind. As calm and organized Megumi looks, the kid was worth a dozen being the "problem" child that Satoru never really had a problem raising.

"Good boy, next we'll learn jujitsu."

"Satoru your son is still just 9." You cut him off. Setting your bag beside your husband.

"Mama," Saika ran to your legs.

"Nothing too early to start discipline." Satoru shrug. "C'mon Honey, I'm his father. Can't have my son getting kicked around."

You sighed, shaking your head and told the kids to fetch their bags. You're bringing them home early today. When they came back Satoru took their bags, your children more than excited to go home.

"Kou, Sai,—" you kneeled in front of your son and daughter, bringing their hands to your lips. "—being different doesn't make you any less. To the people who really love you, you'll never be any less."

—GreyCaelum

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His Strange Addiction

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Cody Rhodes x Fem OC!Reader (Milena Reyz)

Desc: It’s been an official year since Milena & Cody got married & had a child & now 2024 has hit, Cody is doing many promos for wrestle mania but it ends up with Milena coming to his defense when The Rock takes things to far.

Contents: Violence, mentions of blood, Trash talking, arguing, comedic relief sort of, fluff, angst????

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“Cody you shouldn’t be challenging someone like Dwayne.” Milena spoke as the married couple paced around the bedroom packing before going into Chicago for Monday night raw, “Sweetheart it’s fine I-“ “You trained for this type of stuff yes but Dwayne is 10x bigger than you, he’s already pissed you off by bringing family into this and you know if he actually hurts you in some sort of way I’ll run my mouth and challenge him myself.” Cody chuckled to himself while he watched their daughter Ivey roll onto her tummy while petting Pharaohs head “That’s not necessary love.” “If he pisses me off can I act out?” Cody sighed looking at her “1 time.” She giggled smiling before kissing his cheek & going off downstairs.

“Your moms a reallll fire cracker.” He grinned as Ivey just smiled & cooed at him. Cody picked her up carefully and let out a joking huff before she giggled and tugged on his hair “alright gentle there, you’ll make daddy bald.” He tickled her cheek before going on with the day taking care of his adult chores alongside Milena.

Weeks passed since that day and it was finally Monday Night Raw 03/25/24. Milena sat in the bus with their daughter & her mother Jasmine. They all watched the event from the tv attached to the bus but just as Cody was in the middle of his promo Dwayne had stolen the moment & having a staring contest with Cody before whispering something to him. Milena raised a brow & rolled her eyes as she continued watching the TV until it was time to tuck in Ivey for bed while Milena suddenly started turning back to the TV noticing a backstage segment of her son in law getting into a scuffle before Dwayne once again appeared but full blown attacking Cody

“Look at you now Huh?! You thought the rock was gonna let you talk trash for the last two weeks!? HUH?” Jasmine held a hand over her mouth “Oh my god?!” Jasmine gasped making Milena walk out on time and see her husband being tossed around on television “You’re kidding me..” Milena held Ivey close & tried covering her daughter’s eyes but she was to squirmy while Milena saw Dwayne stand outside of their exact bus yelling about chicago and tossed cody around

Dwayne kicked her husband around in the rock “You wanna be a hero? How about this! You son of a bitch the rocks got your hero.” And quickly heard a loud thud against the vehicle “and mama rhodes. Look at your son the rock has a special gift for you.” He smeared Cody’s blood around a belt with his mothers name against the leather & kept taunting Cody on camera. Milena was finally fed up & instructed her mom to stay in the bus handing Ivey over to her grandmother while Milena went to Cody’s aid.

“Milena absolutely no-“ Jasmine watched as her daughter picked up an extension cord “Milena that could kill him!!” Milena glared “I’m not gonna kill him mom I’m just gonna make him back off!” Milena spole as she kicked open the door causing Dwayne to perk up a bit “You need a woman to defend you? Huh?” He mumbled towards Cody for a moment while backing up a little bit while Milena approached him clearly furious “Who in the absolute FUCK do you think you are?! You keep his goddamn family out of his mouth goddamnit & your not about to smash my husband against a goddamn bus where his DAUGHTER is inside of it!” She shouted while Dwayne held out his hands grinning.

“Sweetheart you’re to pretty to be dealing with this alright? Leave it to the men.” Milena tilted sn eyebrow while noticing a cameraman still rolling. “You wanna embarrass my fucking man on camera and talk to me like that? You must not know who the hell I am. So let me show you.” Just as Dwayne was going to speak she punched him square in the jaw and kicked him in the crotch before shoving herself behind him and untied the extension cord from her wrist before yanking it against his throat and wrapping the parts she was holding against her knuckles while mocking him with his own words “Look at you now! Look at you rock! You’re getting your ass beat by a woman, Cody Rhodes wife at that. Embarrassed aren’t you?”

Cody groaned against the bus and didn’t bother stopping Milena, She finally tugged the cord away from Dwayne & eventually kicked the man on the ground & dug her boot against his head “We’ll see you Friday Dwayne.” She kicked him in the face before snatching the camera away from the cameraman and held it over Dwayne’s bloody face while he coughed “This is your guys’ Final boss? Cody was right about him being a whiney little bitch, look at him, all bark and got his ass beat by a woman. How embarrassing.” She shoved the camera back to the man before snickering and walked back towards Cody & Helping him up and frowning at the sight “Jesus Cody…” he shook his head holding the side of his chest while she took him inside of the bus & her mother help clean off any blood.

“Your gonna beat his ass at mania am I understood?” Cody chuckled in amusement while his wife pressed a bandaid against his cuts & scrapes while he nodded weakly “sweetheart..” “I don’t care what we need to do but whether you like it or not you’re going to beat his ass.” He smiled tiredly and held Milena’s face “Copy that.” Milena’s mother sighed & gave him water after coming back from tucking Ivey into bed “You have to prove him wrong now Cody.” She spoke before Cody nodded & eventually called it a night.

Friday Night rolled around and everyone took notice to many things within the Rhodes family. Milena tweeted something about how Dwayne should get better security while Dustin insulted the man. Cody has been absolutely silent on social media, Milena had been planning a slight comeback since the last time fans saw her within WWE was before she was pregnant with Ivey and she was planning something VERY special for smackdown. Tonight Dwayne was doing a promo & stood in the ring “Cody’s entire family are a bunch of sorry ass clown emoji’s including his loud tacky wife & goofy ass dog. I’m sure you all saw raw right?? I beat that boys ass and he actually needed a woman to fight for hi-“ “And what about it Rock?” Cody’s voice soured through the arena as he walked towards the ring “You know what’s embarrassing? How you need to catch people in vulnerable moments when they aren’t paying attention so you can catch them off guard just to win a game nobody is playing.”

Dwayne glared & looked at the audience as he noticed Milena following her husband into the ring before spinning in a circle showing offer her business meeting like dress & black pumps while smiling brightly as her husband wrapped his arm around her waist while she snatched the mic away from Dwayne “You saying all of thiisss is tacky? Let me tell you what’s tacky. Your cousin Nia barely getting any sort of physical touch so she feels the need to shake her rank, vile, smelly ass In people’s faces THAT’S tacky & unclassy, but what’s REALLY tacky i-“

“Mrs Rhodes with alll the respect Why don’t you go sit somewhere and look pr-“ “First of all you address me as Ms. Reyz, Second of all you don’t talk over me, how about you stand right here shut the fuck up and let me speak. And as I was saying Dwayne, What’s really Tacky is how your forgotten about so you feel the urge to budge yourself into a wrestle mania event that isn’t even about you, your doing this whole thing so you can seem important when really You’re not. Your boring. Washed up & only good for corny ads & movies. Whats really tacky is how you want to seem soooo relevant within WWE that you’re willing to let Roman Reigns act like he’s the tribal chief when it should’ve been You. Your getting bitched out by some other irrelevant wannabe just so you could be relevant. And what’s tacky is you have the absolute nerve to go in live television embarrass my man & taunt his mother well let me tell you something Dwayne. Everything about you is Tacky, and the next time you talk about Cody’s family I’ll ruin your fucking life & make sure your role within TKO vanishes into thin air. Let me catch you beating on my fucking husband outside of a bus with my goddamn daughter in it. See what happens.”

She tossed the microphone at him & let Cody take over by Rock got in his face making Cody & Milena taunt him before pulling away as she started speaking again but off mic and slightly loud enough for the camera to pickup “What’s also tacky is how you talk so much on having Big Dwayne energy but you literally have an LDS struggle, you’re barely 5 inches yet have the audacity to walk up in here running your mouth like you have a big dick.” She snickered before fake frowning the more he glared while Cody spoke up “Trust me on this Dwayne. I’ll going to beat the living shit out of you & Roman all together.” He slammed the mic into the ground before leaving the ring before walking off to the backstage area,

Milena saw Jey & Seth laugh over something making her walk over towards them while Cody went to the dressing room to check up on Milena’s mom & Ivey “Where the fuck were you two when Cody needed help huh?!” Jey froze for a minute “woah wai-“ “You know how many times Cody has jumped the gun to save your asses from problems you’ve started but lack to solve every single time?” Jey awkwardly scratched his neck “Now I understand Seth because he has to be here for Becky & he has to watch out for Roux and I get that, Hell Cody just went to go check on Ivey, but you Jey?! I thought you always had his back.

“Okay woa- Mel I do have his back! I mean c’mon sis I’ll always defend him no matter what girl!.” She glared in his eyes shaking her head “So where were you on Monday when that entire ordeal was filmed on live television throughout the Arena? I know you saw it and you were here for raw so what the fuck?” Jey stood in silence while guilt wavered over his face “Goodnight Jey.” Milena spoke before walking bak to Cody’s dressing room & putting on a smile when she saw him tickling Ivey while she held his tie “look at you wrapping your dada up around your finger.” She cooed while kissing her daughter’s cheek “Where’d you go off to?” She shrugged “Just talking to jey.” Cody nodded with a smile before giving her a kiss until she pulled away humming.

“You’re gonna go out there at wrestle-mania, kick some fucking ass and win. I don’t care if you’re shady with it. But you’re going to win no matter what.”

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genre: fluff, slight angst, hurt comfort (jyp rec.)

pov: 2nd person

description: sometimes, even the bravest man gets down

pairing: JYP x fem!reader

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"Oppa, what's wrong?" You question as your boyfriend walks in through the door of your shared apartment.

His head hangs low, dejected as he kicks off his shoes and joins you on the couch.

"Nothing," He mumbles as he throws his head back on the couch.

In all your years of dating him, you've never seen his confidence so low. Not even after his performance at the Blue Dragon Film Awards and everyone was clowning him. Not after his 2019 MAMA performance. And especially not after his TikTok challenges had gone viral for all the wrong reasons.

"Jinnie Oppa, I don't like it when you lie to me. Something's bothering you." You drop your phone beside you on the couch and begin comforting him by stroking his arm.

He rolls his head towards you, finally making eye contact with you for the first time since he came home. There's a twinkle in his eye that you've grown to love. Hell, it was the first thing you noticed about him. No matter how happy he is, his eyes will always sparkle like a diamond in the sky. He's not smiling now but somehow, you know that you're the reason why his diamonds are shining so bright.

He mirrors your position. His elbow rests on the back of the couch while his head sits in his hand. One leg is on the floor while the other one is tucked under him. Your knees touching. It's a simple touch, not even your skin is touching, yet it's enough to make your heart race.

"It's just," He lets out a deep sigh before sitting up properly. "I was at the company earlier and overheard some of the kids talking about me. Stray Kids specifically had a lot to say...That Seungmin...I know I play it off as some cool hyung who can tolerate what my idols do or say, but I'm still a person after all. It hurts."

"Oh, jagi, I'm sorry," You take the hand that's resting on his lap with your free hand, your thumb gently stroking the back of his hand. "My generation is just a bit different...we bully people out of love. They just love you so much, I'm pretty sure Seungmin loves you the most, the way he talks about you nonstop. Just look at how Stray Kids treat Chan. You know they don't hate him."

"I know but it's different. I'm their boss. Maybe they're right, I should retire..." His bottom lip sticks out slightly as he lets out a little huff of air from his nose.

"Ah, Jin-Young oppa, you're not that old. You're not even pushing 60 yet. And, the age system changed so you're actually younger than you were last year. I even heard they're saying that 52 is the new 30." You squeeze his hand, reassuring him.

"You're just saying that to make me feel better."

You quickly drop his hand and sit up a bit straighter. Before he can question your reaction, you position your other leg on the couch so you're sitting on both of them and cup his face in your hands. You stare deeply into his dark brown orbs. He furrows his eyebrows at you as you stroke his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs. His mouth slightly parts, ready to question you but you swiftly shut him up by crashing your lips into his. His lips are soft, you can feel the remnants of his chapstick transferring onto your lip. Strawberry, your favorite. You pull away slowly, still cupping his face. His eyes slowly flutter open, his eyes red as a single tear drop rolls down his face. "Park Jin-Young oppa, you shouldn't worry about what everyone else has to say about you. I love you and that's all that should matter."

"God, I love you Y/n, I don't deserve you," He whispers, his voice cracking as more tears form in his eyes.

"I love you too JYP oppa,"

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Summary: It’s not even been 24 hours since you and Steve were reunited, but it’s the start of the next chapter - you’re moving in with him at the Avengers Compound, which also means it’s time to meet the team. You’ve just got to hope you can keep your pregnancy hormones under control.

Relationship: Alpha Steve x Pregnant Omega Reader

Word count: 2.8k

CW: A/B/O, Sexual content (P in V sex, pregnancy sex, knotting), Steve’s dirty talk, smidge Angst, hormonal and aggressive Omega Reader, Pet names (Omega, sweetheart, Mama).

You woke up, an almost long forgotten feeling of contentment suffusing you, and turned within the pair of thick arms that held you. With a sigh you looked up into the face of Steve, your Alpha. You lifted your hand and smoothed a lock of his hair back from his forehead, marvelling at the sheer beauty of him. It was almost criminal, the way his long eyelashes kissed his freckled skin. A happy chirp made its way out of your throat and Steve stirred, pulling you tighter to his body. 

If it weren’t for the ache on your neck, or the echoing one between your legs, you’d still believe this was a dream. Five months had gone without you seeing each other, longer than anytime before, but now the sporadic visits were finally over. The Accords were rescinded, Steve was no longer a criminal on the run and you could truly be together. Today Steve would be taking you to where he lived, the Avengers Compound in upstate New York, and you wouldn’t have to put up with this shitty, damp apartment anymore. You’d have a nice place to live, access to a state of the art medical facility for when your pup (or pups) came, and you’d get to meet all of Steve’s friends. What a difference a day made.

You sighed again and tilted your head to press your lips against Steve’s. His eyes were still closed, but you knew he wasn’t fully asleep because he deepened the kiss almost immediately and a muscular thigh, covered in coarse hair, pushed its way between your legs. You rocked against it as he kissed you, despite the fact that it increased the ache that was there. You welcomed the mild discomfort because it meant he was really here with you.

“Morning, ‘Mega,” Steve mumbled against your lips. He rolled onto his back and pulled you with him so you were straddling his hips, his morning wood slotting against your sex. Your fingers threaded into the slightly too long hair at the nap of his neck and he let out a pleasured growl.

“Morning, Alpha,” you purred as you lightly ground down onto him. You were wet already, a combination of being back in your Alpha’s arms along with being in your second trimester - your libido had picked up and Steve couldn’t have returned at a better time.

“Ready to leave this all behind?” he asked as his large hands landed on your hips and helped you move back and forth over his length, covering it in your arousal.

“Mmm-hmm,” you confirmed. “Although I’m not ready to leave this bed yet. There’s something I wanna do first.” You lifted your body, took Steve in hand and then sunk back down, a feeling of bliss suffusing your whole being. You were glad that it hadn’t been that long since he was last inside you so that you didn’t need to go through any arduous prep.

“Oh, sweetheart. Fuck.” You very rarely took the lead like this - you blamed your hormones - and Steve’s eyes rolled back in his head. “That’s it, Mama. Ride me. Take what you need. Look so god-damn sexy, carrying my pups. If I could I fuck some more into you. Jeez.”

The power trip was making you dizzy with arousal. You wanted him to lose his mind due to his want and desire for you. He was your Alpha - your mate. You were pregnant with his pups, and now you were going to start the rest of your life together this very day.

As you rocked atop him, Steve ran a hand up your body to cup one of your breasts. His thumb flicked over your engorged nipple and you gasped at the sensation as your body clenched around his length. Your whole body was much more sensitive now.

“Steve,” you keened, and sped up your movements. “So close, Alpha. Make me come, please!” You knew he was close as well because you could feel his swelling knot teasing your entrance. 

“Your wish is my command, Omega.” His other hand dropped to your clit and he drew matching circles over it, both hands working in tandem on different parts of your body to pull you over the edge. You moaned loudly as the pleasure hit, rocking back and forth on his cock as your pussy spasmed. A second dart of pleasure hit you as Steve’s knot popped and you felt his cum fill you up. Steve’s noises of ecstacy merged with yours as your movements slowed and then finally stilled. You collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily, your bodies still joined together.

“We don’t need to pack up until this afternoon, do we?” you asked. Steve chuckled, his body jiggling yours as he did.

“You don’t need to do anything, Omega. I can sort it out while you’re having a nap.” He pressed a kiss to the top of your head.

“Oh, good,” you replied and then let out a yawn. “I find myself worn out for some reason.”

“I wonder why,” Steve replied with a snort. “Now relax. Let your Alpha deal with all the mundane stuff.

As the car made its way up the long drive leading to the large, white compound, you felt your stomach flutter in anticipation. You’d never met the other Avengers, having only encountered Steve by chance just before he went on the run. It had been like one of those moments from an old movie, where your eyes had met across a crowded room. You’d approached each other warily, sensing a connection but being sensibly cautious. Then you’d each caught the scent of the other, and that had been it. It was a miracle you hadn’t just started fucking in the middle of the coffeeshop, the way your body had reacted - your inner Omega would have done so, happily. Luckily, Steve was a little bit more controlled and managed to at least wait until you’d had one dinner together before agreeing to come back to your apartment with you. 

That had been just over two years ago, and given how he’d mated you and then had to disappear, only returning for your heat or his rut, your relationship could be termed a whirlwind. Now you were going to meet his friends - his family - and announce that you were going to be having his pups in a matter of months. Your hands twisted in the fabric of your coat, and you pulled your lower lip between your teeth to chew on it.

Picking up on your anxiety, Steve pulled you tighter into his embrace and used his thumb to release your lip from its torture.

“They’re gonna love you, Omega. I promise.” His deep voice soothed you and you rested your head on his chest.

“You’re sure?” you asked quietly.

“How could they not? You’re so sweet and kind. And when they know you’re carrying my pups they’re gonna be thrilled. Happy likes you already, so you have nothing to worry about.”

You flicked your eyes up to the driver’s mirror, catching the glance of the tall, broad and cheerful Beta who’d turned up to whisk you and Steve back to the compound. Apparently he was Tony Stark's Head of Security and you’d been put straight at ease when he’d greeted you with a genuine smile and a ‘Nice to meet you, ma’am.’ You hoped the rest of the introductions would go as smoothly.

The car came to a halt, and you looked out of the tinted window in awe at the enormity of the site. 

“Here we go, Mama - home sweet home.” Steve got out of the car and then held out his hand to assist you. “Let’s head on over to the common room - the others are waiting. Happy will sort out your bags for us.”

Unused to this level of attention, you spun around to face the security specialist. “Oh, you don’t have to. I’m sure we can…”

Happy held up his hand and flashed you a grin. “It’s not a problem at all, ma’am. It’s practically a holiday compared to some of the things Mr Stark asks me to do.”

You giggled back as you wondered what on earth Iron Man had his staff doing? You’d wouldn’t ask though, getting the feeling that you’d regret knowing the answer.

With your arm tucked safely in his, Steve led you into the state of the art compound and along a maze of corridors. Each one looked the same. Your confusion and apprehension must have shown on your face.

“Don’t worry, sweetheart - you’ll learn your way around in no time, and while you’re getting there, you can just ask FRIDAY for help - she’s Tony’s AI and can help with whatever you need.” Steve lifted his head and addressed the ceiling. “Isn’t that right, FRIDAY?”

“It is, Captain. I’m here to assist in any way possible.”

You jumped as the voice came out of hidden speakers, and Steve couldn’t hide his smile.

“Is she always listening?” you whispered, pulling Steve down closer to you. The thought that there would be a computer intelligence that would be able to hear you… your cheeks started to heat at the thought.

Steve shook his head. “She does continually monitor us and the surroundings as standard, but not everything is for her computer eyes, sweetheart. We can tell her when to engage the privacy protocols.” He gripped your chin between his thumb and forefinger and leant closer. “Some things are just for me, Omega.” He let out a little growl and nipped at your lower lip, making you jump for the second time in as many minutes, although for totally different reasons. His eyes were dark and his expression held all sorts of promises, but you knew there was no time for that at this moment. Besides, the wait would just make it better.

Your mate obviously had the same idea, as he started walking again, keeping his stride short so he wasn’t dragging you along.

“So, Bucky, Nat, Wanda and Vision live on site. Sam splits his time between here and DC. Clint also splits his time. Thor has rooms here for when he’s visiting from Asgard - at least with his hammer he doesn’t have to worry about the commute time. Tony and Pepper obviously have their own place, but Tony spends a lot of time here, mainly because Pepper’s banned all his large tech and tinkering stuff from their house. Tony should be here, or at least on his way over. He said he was desperate to meet you.”

“Why does that worry me?” you jested.

“He’ll just flirt with you - that’s what Tony does. And he’ll mainly do it to wind me up.” He screwed up his face and you giggled. The idea that you’d even respond to the flirting of someone who wasn’t your Alpha was laughable.

Steve had done a good job of distracting to you, because you didn’t even think about the fact that you must be near your destination until Steve steered you through an open doorway and into a room that housed a large number of sofas, a massive TV, a kitchenette, a foosball table and seven other people.

“And here we are,” said Steve as he came to a halt, moving you in front of him with his arms clasped around your waist. “Everyone, this is my beautiful Omega. Sweetheart - this is everyone.”

You knew your eyes were bugging out of your head. You were in the presence of literal superheroes - your brain had long gotten over the fact that Steve was Captain America - and didn’t for the life of you know how you were going to adjust. 

One of them pushed away from the wall and walked towards you with a shy smile, long dark hair flopping over his brow. “Hey, Doll. I’m Bucky, it’s nice to meet you. Sorry I kept Stevie away from you for so long.”

You grinned back at him and shook his proffered hand. At this distance you could tell he was an Alpha, just like Steve. His scent wasn’t unpleasant - metal, sandalwood and fresh snow - but it didn’t speak to you like Steve’s did. His blend of spring sunshine, lemon thyme and honey called to your Omega in a way that no other Alpha’s ever had. “It’s good to meet you too. I’m looking forward to finding out all of Steve’s deep dark secrets from you.”

Bucky threw back his head and laughed, and you heard Steve mutter something under his breath that sounded like ‘I thought it was Tony I’d have to worry about’.

The next to step forward was a petite, but lethal looking red-head. You knew from news reports that this was the Black Widow - or Natasha. “Hi, I’m Nat. I’m glad that this idiot finally managed to find someone to put up with him.”

You sniggered behind your hand as Steve let out a cry of mock anger. Hearing all of the banter made your heart soar. It really was like meeting Steve’s family. 

He introduced you around to the others, and you subtly scented them as they got close. Nat had a strange scent - like a cross between an Alpha and a Beta, and you didn’t know what to make of it. Sam and Thor were both Alphas, Clint was a Beta, Wanda an Omega, and Vision was just Null, being an artificial construct.

Your inner Omega was slightly concerned by Wanda for a few moments, until you realised that she and Steve obviously had a big brother-little sister vibe going on and you relaxed.

“Now,” said Steve, “the only person left to meet is…”

There was a crashing and clattering noise from the hallway, and then another man appeared - there was no mistaking who it was.

“...Tony.” Steve finished.

Tony swaggered into the room, walking up to you and Steve.

“Hey Capsicle, sorry I’m late.” He clapped his hand jovially on Steve’s shoulder and grinned.

Before you even knew what you were doing, you’d pulled away from Steve, grasped Tony’s wrist, and pulled it away so he was no longer touching your Alpha. Your upper lip curled and a snarl left your mouth.

“My mate,” you spat at the surprised Omega.

The room fell silent and you felt nine pairs of eyes focussed on you, but your hindbrain was in control, protecting your growing family from this interloper.

“Umm, sweetheart?” Steve placed his hand on your back between your shoulder blades. “Are you alright?”

You growled, eyes still focussed on Tony, who had much more of your Alpha’s scent lingering to him than you were happy with.

“My Alpha,” you bit out, stepping up into Tony’s personal space. “Mine.”

“Okay…” Tony breathed out, slowly removing your hand from him and taking a few steps back, looking you up and down as if he was trying to see what was under your coat. “So, ummm, I think congratulations are in order! I’m guessing that’s what’s set you off.”

From the corner of your eye, you saw Vision cock his head and heard him whisper to Wanda. “I think I’ve missed something, dearest.”

“She’s pregnant and she sees Tony as a threat,” Wanda whispered back.

Tony coughed awkwardly and drew your attention back to him.

“I can assure you that I’m not after Ste - your Alpha. I have an Alpha of my own. See.” He pulled down the collar of his shirt, showing you his mating scar.

Your eyes narrowed as you peered at him. “You smell of my Alpha.” The accusatory tone was obvious, and you could feel Steve shifting awkwardly behind you.

“Well, we do spend a lot of time together. We’re friends. I was helping him yesterday - trying to find you.”

You snarled again and Tony’s eyes went wide, as though he thought you might leap forward and try to rip his throat out with your teeth. Your inner Omega was considering it.

“B-But,” Tony continued, “I smell of my own Alpha - Pepper - more. Here…” he held his wrist out towards you, and cautiously you leant forward and sniffed. Tony smelled of oil, coffee and amber. Steve’s scent lingered on him, but it was almost drowned out by another set of notes - vanilla, jasmine and lemon.

“Hhmmph.” You grunted out a non-committal noise, but backed up towards Steve again, taking hold of his arm and aggressively scenting at his wrist - publicly claiming him -, never letting your gaze leave Tony.

“Sweetheart? Omega? Would you like to go to our apartment now and have a little rest?” Steve spoke tentatively, as though you were a bomb set on a hair trigger.

“Not rest. Knot.” you retorted before grabbing his hand and dragging him out of the room. “FRIDAY - which way to Captain Rogers’ apartment?”

The Avengers watched you go, and then looked at each other as soon as you were out of view.

“Well,” said Tony as he breathed out heavily. “I might have to keep my distance from Cap for the next few months.” 

Nat chuckled. “Might be best, especially if you want to keep your larynx intact.”

Tony brought his hand up to cup his own throat, lips twisting wryly. “Yeah. At least we know one thing - she’s not gonna let Rogers walk all over her.”

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I've been compleatly OBSSESED with neon void so far!!! It's by far my favorite fic of any I've read!! After every chapter I have to take a second to do the happy stimmies because you write all of the scenes so well. Whenever I see a new update I clear the next hour for reading it and the subsequent geek out sesion for how AMAZING it always is. You write extremely well, you convey the characters so acurately, the fight scenes are creative, the way you write Leo's perspective is AMAZING, love the font changes, the angst PALPABLE, and just over all I love everything you're able to do with this concept. The way you can see Leo's mental state deteriorating through out the fic is just *chefs kiss*. There's so much I love about the fic that I can't possibly list everything.

Also the established difference between teleporting and portaling is so great, it adds to the pure panic that void causes for the boys aside from, y'know, crazy dude capable of beating Big Mama within an inch of her life and STRAIGHT UP OFFING a buch of other yokai. It does wonders for establishing him as a threat even though he technically isn't for the turtles. Plus I'm sure that once they find out who Void really is, it will add a bunch of tension since they'll need to stop Leo from literally SCATTERING HIS ATOMS ACROSS SPACE.

AND THE CHAPTER PREVIEW ISTG I've never gotten so much serotonin from being in this much pain ;0; The gif is perfect to set the mood, I can't wait to see what happens. You're ablility to choose just the right thing to stab so many people directly through the heart is nothing short of super-natural. BUT PLEASE give the boi some happiness, if not for his sake, for mine-

ANYWAYS this is all a VERY long way of saying, I absolutely love this and I had to draw the silly boi being the silly boi. I needed to draw him happy for the health of my heart ;-; (don't worry though, I'm working on some tasty angst right now)

Can't wait to see where everything goes, GOOD LUCK TO CASEY but there only six chapters left so we're getting to the end game now >:D

Please have a wonderful rest of your week :D

THANK U SO MUCH ;w; I’m so so happy that my fight scenes are followable/enjoyable, and tho they are a binch to code I’m so happy you enjoy the funky fonts and formatting ;w; i know reading blocks of text can be intimidating/tiring for readers, so i try to break it up to help with the pacing and sprinkle in some fun, spooky fonts as treats 🩵

Something i really, REALLY loved about Rise was the fights. Not only was the animation amazing, but it was always so creative. I try my best to make the fight scenes as silly as the boys can be, while utilizing their adaptive skills to use their surroundings to their advantage.

And bruh trying to balance Leo’s insanity in a believable way has been such a (fun) challenge so it makes me so happy to hear you like it 😭🥺 and I’m so glad people seem to like the ‘teleportation’ gimmick I’ve got going on (and that it hopefully makes sense omg)

(And i will admit I’m a little proud of my chapter previews because they are so fun to write, and i like to reassure readers that 1) i have a plan and 2) I’m keeping myself accountable to finish LOL)

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.ೃ࿐How we met*ೃ༄

Husband!Han x wife!fem!reader

Category: fluff ❤,angst ☁︎ (technically their is some smut, maybe a tiny tiny bit, you won't even notice!)

Warnings: ♡ None ♡ (a tiny tiny tiny bit smut, but you won't notice)

You were happily married to your highschool sweetheart, Han Jisung. You had three beautifull children. Two boys and one girl, the boys were named Han Jr. and Sungie. The girl was named Scarlett-Soo, (you named her).

The two boys were already teenagers and the girl had just turned nine. One day you were in the kitchen, cooking some food. Your daughter came up to you and asked:

'엄마 (mama), how did you and 다다이즘 (dada) meet?'

You smiled , those precious moments, your teenage years were filled with Hannie, your precious husband, your entire world.

'I met your 다다이즘 (dada) a long time ago...'

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How you met is a very beautiful story. It was a beautiful day... in the 90s... a beautiful school day. This day, April 10, 1994, would change everything for you. Exactly 30 years ago you met the love of your life...

You were 14 at the time in 1994. You were a troublemaker, a real teenager.

You were in class, of course you were sitting very far away from your best friend. You could never be quiet and always burst into fits of laughter.

'Good morning students. Everyone, pick up your books on page 224. Today we're going to delve deeper into the literature of William Shakespeare.'

Here we go again, you thought. Suddenly the classroom door opened and you saw a boy standing there. Your eyes were immediately glued to him.

"I apologize for disturbing you, but I have a new student here for you."

He gave some documents to your teacher, he read them thoroughly.

“Han Jisung… welcome to this school. You can take a seat in the front row next to…”

his gaze suddenly turned cold “…I/N Y/N.”

he pointed in your direction. Of course you knew that your teacher never liked you, ever since day one, but that didn't bother you. You liked some challenges.

The boy named Han looked in your direction. His face radiated a kind of friendliness.

“Howdy neighbor, my name is Y/N.”

"Hey, my name is Han, Han Jisung."

'Cool.'

Such an innocent introduction grew into something much bigger, and you didn't even realize it at the time.

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The two of you were running from a teacher. Why actually? Han was a real joker and troublemaker just like you. You placed small needles on your teacher's chair, I don't have to explain the rest.

You were laughing as you ran. Everyone could hear an ego from your laughter. Of course you were the only ones who were so loud.

'Anyway.'

"Maybe we should use super glue..."

'Or duck tape...'

'Or rope...'

'We are brilliant.'

"That's because there are two of us."

'Better a duo than uno.'

“Wise words from Han Jisung.”

'Fantastic.'

you gave each other a high-five.

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“Hello Miss I/N.”

Han said to your mother.

'Ahh, hello Han. How's school? Didn't you play too many tricks?'

"No, not too much."

She laughed.

"You two sneaks go upstairs."

'Thank you, Madam.'

Your mother thought you were hilarious, of course if it went too far, she would stop it. But you were raised very well, with the idea of ​​still showing respect.

The two of you went to your room. You had a boombox in your room with all kinds of CDs. Han turned on some music and you started dancing and singing together. You held hands and started spinning each other around.

Your parents heard you from downstairs.

"These two scoundrels." your mother laughed.

'Just like us.' your father added with a kiss.

Your father and mother loved each other dearly.

"Those two are going to end up together."

'Do you think?'

'I don't think, I know.'

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1997

'Hannie!'

you shouted whenever you saw him. You ran to him and brought him in for a cuddle.

'How are you doing?'

"You act like we haven't seen each other for years."

'Alright sir. Did anything special happen?'

His face lit up.

"Yes, I dared to ask a girl out!"

You were super happy for him.

'Real?! Finally, what's her name?'

“Her name is Jennie, she's in my English class. She has beautiful black hair and she's just so... I don't know how to explain it.'

'Aww, Hannie. Do you know what to do? Introduce her to our friend group!'

'Is that a good idea?'

'Sure!

' You were happy for him...

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After school, Han took Jennie to the skate park, where your group of friends always sat. She was very friendly and happy.

Your group of friends consisted of Lee Know, you, Han, Hanni and Jin. Everyone liked her except Hanni... because she was actually trying to set you up with Han.

You were all chatting with each other when suddenly Han gave Jennie a little kiss.

Something inside you broke. You thought maybe it was normal because you were a single pringle and always have been. Maybe it's just weird to see that.

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You tried to convince yourself for a month that this wasn't a crush. No, that's just not possible, this was Han. Han your best friend. Ordinary Han.

After a while you started dreaming about him too. Sometimes tears would well up in your eyes when you talked to Jennie. It wasn't until a week later that you realized... you were in love with him....

Of course the first person you told was Hanni, your best friend. It was immediate drama.

“Are you serious Y/N?! I've been trying to set you up for years, and only now have I stopped doing so.'

"How could I know that?"

"Because you know your feelings, right?" '

Yes I think..'

"Look, Han has a girlfriend now." "

Yes, I know, but every time I see them..."

tears came to your eyes.

"...I-I don't know why...but..."

Hanni hugged you.

'Shh, I get it, I get it, you compris je comprends. Look, if it's true love, fate will do you good.'

'Do you think?'

'I don't just think so, I definitely am'

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2000

You were now 19. And still Han didn't break up with his girlfriend, Jennie. You weren't angry about that, of course, but it was painful to see them kissing or hugging each other.

Of course if Han was happy, you were happy too, you always wished him happiness.

One day you thought, I'm nineteen, maybe I should try to get to know someone? Maybe that will help me? Maybe... You and Han drifted a little further apart, but not too far.

One day you met someone, his name was Changbin, you wanted to introduce him to the rest... You went to the skate park with him, after all these years it was still your meeting place.

'Hello everyone, I want to introduce someone to you. This is Changbin.”

Han looked up at him and you. At first he thought it was strange that you hadn't said anything about it, but that wasn't always the case.

Changbin's arm surrounded you, which bothered Han a bit, but he had a girlfriend, so... Everyone thought Changbin was fantastic. They thought he was hilarious and his laughter was contagious.

When he started laughing, everyone around him automatically laughed too, except Han...

Han didn't know what was wrong with him. Something stuck in his heart. He just couldn't bear it.

Eventually he also started to neglect his girlfriend a bit. They eventually broke up.

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2002

After two years, you and Changbin broke up. It wasn't a bad break up. You still remained friends. It was a bit difficult at first, but after two months you were back on your own two feet. You were at university at that time, so your studies were more important.

You and Han still hadn't shared your feelings with each other, even though everyone in your group of friends knew what was going on between you. It was just too hard. You were both too scared to lose your friendship. Of course you guys went on innocent dates sometimes, if you know what I mean.

In 2002 you also started your own career. You had a great passion for music, so you started your own band. It was called Xoxo. That band put you in the spotlight. It was a very popular band in the 2000s.

Your concept changed fashion. You were in that band with four other girls. Collette, Coraline, Violette and Diasy. You always just called them: Coll, Cori, Vicky and Dia. Han also came into the spotlight through his boy group Straykids. It was a strange year, 2002.

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2006

When you were 25, the girlgroup Xoxo disbanded. The girls still had fame, everyone went their own path. You went off to the path of acting.

You and Han had finally shared your feelings towards each other. After so many years, you finally dared to take each other's hands and start a new chapter in your lives. Of course you didn't get married right away. Even though you loved each other for 9 years.

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2009

You and Han got married in 2009. It was a beautiful wedding, very traditional. The wedding party was attended by his boy group Straykids, of course the former members of Xoxo and not forgetting your group of friends from your teenage years.

Your parents told all kinds of stories about the two of you, back when you were teenagers. The wedding night was the best night of your life. It was full of love and passion, the love and passion you shared for each other.

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2010

2010 was the birth of your first child, Han Jr. Han didn't leave your side during the birth. He held your hand the whole time.

You were proud of yourselves for being able to create something so wonderful. Such a beautiful little baby. Han thought it was so wonderful that tears rolled down his cheeks.

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2011

Your second baby boy was born, Sungie. The birth took 20 hours, not the birth itself, but to get to 10 centimeters. It was a hard time that day, but you did it. You could say Sungie was a very special baby boy, he had the perfect weight and perfect measurements, but every baby is special in his own way.

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2015

You and Han focused for a while on your careers and on your two baby boys. But one day, you accidently got pregnant. Not really 'accidently', but the pregnancy wasn't planned. When you two found out it was a girl, you were pretty excited. A little baby girl, Han's little princess.

The moment Han saw her, he couldn't get away from her. She was daddy's little princess, she still is and forever will be.

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2015-2024

Through the years you won many oscars and Han many grammy's. Straykids did eventually disband, but they were still very close. People always asked how you two always stayed this young. You could say that your kids kept you youthy, but you two always were very childish. Han didn't even change a bit, you didn't either. You love grew foreachother everyday. You two still acted a bit like horny teenagers when you two were home alone.

Han Jr. was alreaddy populair at school, you couldn't say you were suprised. He had the looks and the character from his dad, no wonder the girls twirl around him.

Sungie was a more shy-type, but that doesn't mean people liked him less. He had a very unique personality and he was a mix between you and Han. He had your eyes, Han's nose, your lips, Han's faceshape.

Scarlett-Soo was maybe daddy's girl, but she was the mini-verse of you. She was alreaddy a mischief at a young age, but you controlled it well.

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'And thats how we met Soo-Soo.'

'Wow, thats a longgg story 엄마.'

'Yeah thats love sweetty.'

'What are mine two favorite lady's talking about?' Han came inside of the kitchen.

' 엄마 told me how you two met, 다다이즘' (Mama,........ dada.)

Han came standing next to you, with his arm around your waist.

'Is that so?'

'예!' (Yes)

'Why won't you go play with your 형제, 좋아요?' (....,brothers, okay?)

'알았어, bye 엄마 아빠' (Okay,... mama and dada.)

Scarlett ran outside and started to look for her brothers.

'I hope you only told them the good stuff.' he smirked.

'With you theirs only the good stuff.' you grinned.

He brought your two lips together and kissed you softly. He bit playfully your underlip.

'Not when the kids are around,아기.' (..... darling.)

'When do their uncels come over?' he asked

'In a hour.'

'Hmmm, i will try to wait for a hour.'

'Hmm you better do baby.'

You heard your kids footsteps so you two started to talk about an other theme.

'The weather is great today, don't you think?' he said

'Oh yeah the weather, yeah its beautifull, don't you think?'

'Yeah, its beautifull.'

''알았어, Soo is annoying me again!' Sungie screamed.

'사실이 아니다!' (Not true!')

You picked her up and started rocking her.

'당신의 삼촌 , they come in less than a hour.' (Your uncels,....)

'Yay!' she moved excited.

You loved your family, you couldn't imagine your life without them. Everything was perfect, even tho sometime's there were arguments. But a marriage with no arguments, is no marriage.

'I will dress this little hamster up.'

'Okay baby.' he kissed your cheek.

'Ewww.' Han Jr. mummered.

'Love is love.' Han sang.

Love is indeed love.

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For @deadbranch's 100 words challenge.

Warning: Angst. Talk of trauma and Oc's. Minors DNI. Pairing: Nikolai x F!reader Linking into "Lastochka - Raging waves" series.

Nikolai startled awake. There’s that nightmare again. 

The nightmare of losing you. 

He looks down towards the little bundle he’s hugging close to his chest.

His little Anya, crying for her mama as she clutching onto him for dear life even in her sleep. 

The nightmare is real. 

He’s lost you again, for the second time. 

The anger and the guilt are rising again. 

At the enemies, at himself. He promised you no harm will ever come to his Lastochka ever again.

“You promised!” He could hear your scream in agony in his mind.

Someone will pay. For the suffering.