#please forgive me Jess I always do this

[madschiavelique]

Hi dear, how are you?, could you write an imagine onde reader mentioning offhand how much she would love a whole family. Four, maybe six children? Girls and boys split right down the middle, but the second Miguel hears this (maybe the reader is on the phone, or talking to lyla. or someone at HQ) and Miguel loses his mind

1) Miguel can't help himself and he would grab you and put you on the mattress for a very long time...... or

2) torture himself for two weeks before telling her why he was avoiding her please.

HIHIHI BREEDING BARK BARK (sorry this took so long to write anon zehfrfgh i pulled an all nighter to make this one so also forgive me if there are some mistakes in this gksffgjgbf)

summary : miguel learns you want kids, a lot of kids, so he breeds you

content warnings : SMUT (18+) minors dni, pnv sex - unprotected (be safe kids), breeding kink, soft!dom miguel, obsessive!miguel, no use of Y/N, fem!reader word count : 3,2k

tag list : @fandom-ash @haradasaya

Miguel was on his way to see you. He'd heard that you were back from your mission and that everything had gone well, so he'd come to get you to take you out for lunch.

He was taking advantage of the little free time he had to visit you, even though he would obviously pass this visit off as work-related in everyone's eyes. He had to always, always remain professional and keep everything under control so that everybody could do their bit.

"Six?!" asked Jess, the word choking in her throat.

Well, you were indeed back with Jess.

"Mhm, six," you affirmed as you both busied yourselves filing a report.

What were they talking about? He leaned against a wall. He knew it wasn't very polite to eavesdrop, but the word got around here. Most of society's building had cameras, and everything that was often said or done was recorded here.

He just wanted to listen to you, wondering if there were any topics of conversation that you weren't having with him and with the other spiders. Yes, he was manic, and probably a little too obsessive.

In any case, he wondered what you could have said to Jessica to make her exclaim like that.

"The more the merrier," you laughed softly.

"I hate this sentence so much," sighed Jess.

"Why so?" your voice was sincerely interrogative.

"In this context, it's really not my preferred idiom one might say," she replied as Miguel heard her tapping on a pad to enter more information.

What on earth could they be talking about? he wondered. What subject could suggest that six was far too high a number for Jess's judgement? He knew that Jess was an oragnised woman like himself, with a lot of tact and a fair amount of authority.

Was it perhaps a consecutive number of days doing an activity? Six days of marathon running might have been a bit much, but six days' holiday was never too much. He breathed in very softly, it had been years since he'd had time for such a thing. Did you want to take him on a holiday? If so, the number of days was inordinate. He would never be able to get away from his work for more than three days.

Maybe it was something else then. What was too much in Jess's mind with six?

Six empanadas perhaps? Miguel would obviously disagree. You can never have enough empanada for his taste. But Jess would probably disapprove.

Six... Six pets? It's true that having six pets might be a bit of an exaggeration, at least in Miguel's eyes of course.

Perhaps six books? No, that didn't make sense. Although Jess wasn't a huge reader, she did have a book in her hands from time to time.

So what was it? He was intrigued, that's for sure.

"You know, in my opinion, one kid is already way too much to handle," she sighed, "but six ? Nah, that's some good way of ending your life while still being alive."

But Miguel had barely heard the rest of the sentence, his mind having been caught by a single word: kid. He immediately froze, his heart skipping a beat.

Kid, like... children ? Like, actual human beings ? Small human beings ?

His eyes were wide, his mouth parted. No, he must not have heard correctly, although he dreamed that it was indeed that word that had been uttered.

"Why not? Surrounding ourselves with life is good," you said softly. "I'd love to see six little heads running around. I want three of each, three girls and three boys."

He wasn't mistaken: the discussion was really about the number of children you wanted. Six, he thought, six, six, the word echoing in his mind. He put both his hands on his hips, as if to hold on to something.

He pictured you, your rounded belly, stroking the hair of a child, your child, his child... both your children.

He swallowed, however, as another, immensely more tantalising vision took hold of his mind.

The vision of your cunt, glistening with your desire as from between its lips dripped little by little his own cum, his own seed leaking from you, your belly full of him...

It made his dick twitch for a hot second, and he couldn't remove that image, he didn't want to get rid of that image. The idea that your belly could be full of him, that he could breed you until he had no strength left was magnificent.

"What an egalitarian spirit," Jess noted wryly, "Well, it's all in order."

His thoughts were riveted on the image. He could almost hear in his own mind the sweet melody your moans would make as he came inside you again.

No, it was now impossible for him to think about anything else, he told himself that maybe he shouldn't be thinking about this. Except it's a well-known fact that if you tell someone not to think about something, they'll think about it.

He knew what breeding was, obviously, but what about you? Did you even have a clue what it was?

He tried to pull himself together, he had to either leave here or come towards you and pretend to come naturally. Would he be able to hold it together and act as if nothing had happened? Did he really have a choice in the matter after all? He breathed in, tightening his jaw as he decided to come towards you.

He walked purposefully, his usual grumpy face set surprisingly naturally as he advanced towards you.

"Ah, you're back," he sighed as if pleasantly surprised to see you both here, "how was the mission?"

"Excellent," Jess affirmed, "we've just finished the report, the anomaly has been taken care of as it should have been since we arrived."

He nodded, his serious face opening a control pad to check what she was saying and opening the file in question, pretending to read its contents. He had the impression that everywhere he looked the image came right back to him, on every tile, on every screen, everywhere in his mind.

"That's good work," he breathed.

"Damn right," nodded Jess. " Well, I'm off to join my own little demon, take care you two."

"See ya," you replied as she headed for the exit.

He wondered by what superhuman strength he managed to remain unwavering and stoic.

You moved closer to him, hugging his back and comforting yourself in the embrace.

"How was your day?" you asked, squeezing him in your arms.

Unwavering and stoic, Miguel, you have to remain unwavering and stoic.

You put your hands on his body, and with one touch his concentration was simply wiped out.

He turned to you, smiling a strange, uncertain smile as he stroked your hair, a little tense.

"You know how it is, just a lot of work," but his eyes were watching yours strangely, a flash of a vision where they were filled with desire looking back at him.

You studied him for a moment, noticing how distracted he seemed, his eyes looking at you in a strange way. You could feel a kind of desire there, a kind of longing, but you couldn't work out what it was.

"Is... everything alright?"

He shuddered, obviously his little show wasn't going to last much longer. He broke away from your embrace, he couldn't keep looking at you like that.

"Hey," you said softly, "you know you can tell me everything, right?"

Could I tell you this ? he wondered. He looked at you for a moment, another flash of you all moaning and covered in hickeys and marks on your body as you breathed his name. He looked away, closing his eyes in the hopes the flashes would stop.

"I'm afraid I cannot speak about this..."

But how he wanted to speak about this, to tell you how much he wanted to fuck you until you were full of him, until the only thing present in your mouth was his name and how much he wanted to see the sight of your round belly.

But you wouldn't listen to his silence. So you walked over to him and took his hand.

"Miguel, look at me. you asked, and he looked at you, his visions mingling with the reality where you were looking at him, worried. "Tell me."

He sighed. He couldn't run away from his ideas forever, run away from these images that he wanted to see in reality and not just in his mind. He wanted to raise his idea from the theoretical to the practical, and it was with an almost guilty breath that he admitted:

"I want to breed you."

There was a slight silence, his eyes plunged into yours, desperate to know what you were thinking. But above all he was met with confusion.

"What's breeding?" You had an idea of the term, usually used animalistically for the subject of... reproduction and maintenance of species. But just to be on the safe side with Miguel, you preferred to ask him anyway.

His lungs swelled like sails, did he really have to go through this?

"Why don't you ask Lyla what it is?" he suggested.

"Because I want to hear it from you, with your words" you assured him, your tone a mixture of strictness and curiosity.

He sighed, biting the inside of his cheek, slightly afraid of your reaction. You were practically hanging on his every word, waiting for him to explain.

"Breeding is... the act of a male and a female animal having sex, also known as mating, to reproduce..." he explained, pausing, "and procreate."

Your eyes widened slightly, and the possibility that he had overheard your previous conversation with Jess came to mind. All the same, you looked at him almost inscrutably, and he couldn't work out what you were thinking.

But now that the words had been said, he could no longer hide, no, he no longer had to hide. His thoughts were finally out, burning on his skin and lips.

He moved forward a little more, his gaze suddenly darkened by the desires he was no longer hiding.

"I want to fill you up with my cum and make sure you get pregnant."

Your lips were parted, your surprised eyes looking into his, black with desire and longing. A silence filled the air, both your hearts beating loudly in both your bodies. Miguel waited for an answer, unaware of the warm cloud that had settled in your lower belly.

He chuckled a little, an understanding smile gracing his lips as he said:

"See, your silence tells me enoug-"

"Breed me," you cut him off.

He stopped moving immediately, the statement immobilising him just like when he had understood what you and Jess were talking about.

Had his mind and his fantasies come together to play tricks on him? Or had you actually agreed with what he'd just said?

"What?" he said, his pronunciation almost slurred as he turned his attention to your next words.

"Breed me, Miguel" you repeated, determined as you swallowed in anticipation. "I want to carry you... in me."

The gleam in his eyes was almost predatory, but after all, wasn't that the very essence of breeding? The raw nature of it, the bestiality, the quenching of the oldest instinct that ever was.

You only had time to see his eyes turn red as he lunged for your lips, kissing you with his mouth wide open as your teeth almost clashed and he attacked your tongue.

The power with which he kissed you made you take a step backwards, but you weren't going anywhere, because Miguel immediately placed his hand in the small of your back to make sure he had you close to him.

He let out grunts between kisses, his hunger for your skin lengthening his canines as they brushed almost dangerously against your tongue.

Then he lifted you in one swift movement, placing you on his shoulder as he headed for the door leading to his quarters, his impatience growing faster than ever. You bit your lip, already swollen from his kisses, his hand gripping your thigh firmly as he led you to the bed.

He laid you down, following every movement of your body as he kissed you again. He stood back for a moment, watching your body.

"Do you have sentimental value for your suit?"

"What?" you asked, confused by the sudden question.

"Just answer," he asked through clenched teeth.

"I mean it's old but I can live withou-"

You hadn't even finished your sentence when he ripped off your suit with an ease that sent shivers down your spine, ripping the fabric covering your cunt, tearing your panties and throwing all the rags into the rest of the room.

"No questions about the sentimental value of my underwear?" you laugh lightly.

"I'll get you some new ones," he breathed, a carnivorous sneer inhabiting his lips, "I'll take great care in chosing them."

You swallowed as he kissed your neck, nestling in and marking your skin with thirst. He straightened to kiss your lips, and whispered against them:

"Turn over, get down on your elbows and knees".

You complied, his instructions increasing the size of the cloud of heat in your belly. You placed your folded arms flat on the sheets, your knees slightly apart.

"Lift your hips for me, nena," he commanded in a tone as soft as cotton.

You listened, arching your back as you lifted your hips, your ass gloriously up just for him to fuck. He swallowed, his hand coming to grip one of your buttocks and pulling it apart, pressing it between his fingers and gripping your skin full hand.

"Already so good and wet for me," he mused, one of his fingers passing between your folds.

Of course you were already wet, the way he had introduced the concept to you making you all fuzzy and warm in your belly. You'd never been against the idea of Miguel being a bit more violent, and to be honest you were excited by the idea of him being so from now on.

Once he'd coated himself sufficiently, he pushed one finger into you, soft moans falling from your lips filling the room. He added another one, and your lust was growing by the second. You were getting impatient too, but you couldn't help noticing that Miguel simply couldn't wait any longer.

Miguel was always very keen about taking his time, preparing you well apart from the few moments when one of you needed a quicky, but here eagerness was getting the better of him, and above all his most instinctive desires buried deep inside him had taken the reigns of all his actions.

The thought of him being in you through your core made him feel so drunk on you. These ideas had already been marinating in his mind for a while, it had only taken this conversation between you and Jess to flip the switch. And he observed in adoration, seeing you like this, underneath him with your much smaller frame, sitting up and ready to take him.

"Hands behind your back."

His orders became more and more urgent, his tone wavering with envy. It was impossible for him to formulate a whole sentence.

So you laid your face on the sheets, cheek pressed to your side as you brought your hands behind your back, joining your wrists together like you were imagining yourself handcuffed. You shivered as his hand, whose fingers had previously been inside you, reached out from between your folds and took both your wrists at the same time, locking them in this embrace. His hand was obviously big enough to hold both your wrists together and prevent you from breaking free from his grip.

He had locked you completely.

He had blocked out any possibility of you making a move other than squirming around him. Miguel would never tire of this control, this hold he had over you right now. You were his, nobody else's, and he would let eveybody know this by fucking his seed into you and get as many babies as you wanted.

That's when you felt the head of his dick coating itself with your juices, preparing to burry himself into you. You couldn't see Miguel like this, but you could hear him. Dark growls vibrated in his throat, deeper than you'd ever heard them before, and it felt intimidating.

He thrust, pushing his tip into you, and you let out a groan of relief that sank into the fabric of the sheets. You breathed softly, letting Miguel's thick, long cock sink into you. No matter how many times you had done it, taken him like that, you still couldn't get used to it.

His lower belly finally touched the skin of your ass, his dick deep inside you. And you felt him pressing against your stomach. You knew that if you brought one of your hands to your stomach, you'd feel the shape of his cock against your skin.

He was so deep in you, an almost bestial growl escaped him as he slowly began to pull back before thrusting in hard.

You let out a little cry of surprise and pleasure that echoed around the room, and he repeated the same gesture. He kept bearing down on you until he touched your slick on his lower belly and pulling away, pushing back in the next second until it'd touch his balls.

Your body was burning, unable to do anything but arch your back more and groan. Your hands were gripping the void, and the impossibility of finding a foothold in all this was making you feel out of control. But you were enjoying the sensations he was giving you, and so was he.

He listened to the symphony of your voice as he picked up the pace, the feeling of your gummy walls wrapping all tight and warm around him was absolute perfection to him.

He knew it wouldn't be long before his first cum would hit, but he needn't have worried. Miguel could go on for a long, long time, and he just hoped that you could keep up, although he had no doubt that his best girl would live up to his expectations.

He could no longer string a sentence together properly, the words he was trying to whisper as he sank deep inside you coming out as if chewed up by his long fangs.

He grunted, his rhythm and the tilt of your two bodies giving you both exceptional sensations. The knot in your stomach tightened, threatening to burst as Miguel came closer.

And the world stopped spinning for a second.

You came together, your walls closing spasmodically around him as you felt him spill into you. Because that's what you wanted, right ? That's the one thing you desired, and he was going to give it to you entirely.

He pulled out, just for the pleasure of seeing the work he had so long dreamed of seeing. And the satisfaction was superb, his white creamy cum slowly pouring out of your wet cunt, still pulsing with desire.

A dark laugh rose from his throat as he sank back into you and you let out a startled moan. He lowered himself, his lips pressing against your ear.

"I hope you thought of six names."

It would be a long, long night.

[woso-dreamzzz]

Oops

Jessie Fleming x Reader

Summary: It was an accident

"Sorry," Jessie says again," I mean it. I really am."

"I know, Jess."

"I didn't mean for it to happen, honestly!"

"I know, Jess."

"I don't deserve forgiveness."

"It's not that bad, Jess. Barely even an injury."

Jessie looks at you incredulously, brows raised to her hairline.

You're sitting in a hospital bed. Your face is covered in scratches and bruises and your arm is firmly stuck in a cast. Your shirt is torn up from your tumble, ripped in random places and you're pretty sure your legs were only spared because you were wearing your heavy-duty jeans.

Jessie was new on the team but not new to you.

You'd transferred from your childhood team Manchester City just last year to the Portland Thorns for more game time. Jessie had been your long-term girlfriend for a while back then and when she'd moved to the Thorns a few months ago, you'd been ecstatic.

You just wish you'd had the hindsight to tell her to stay away from your skateboards.

"I feel awful," Jessie continues," Does it hurt bad? Do you need the doctor again?"

"Jessie," You say," They're just getting the discharge paperwork. Please don't make them keep me here longer than needed."

Jessie bites her lip, like she always does when she's feeling nervous.

It had been an accident on her part.

You had been out with Jessie on a date with your skateboard and was standing on it at the top of a set of steps, contemplating going down the railings.

Only Jessie had been bumped into by someone in the crowd and had then bumped into you, sending you careening down the stairs.

"I guess I'm stuck in the stands for a bit," You joke, laughing slightly before stopping when you see her face.

Jessie looks distraught over the whole thing, halfway to tears at your bedside.

"Jessie, babe," You say," Come here."

You pat the portion of bed beside you and Jessie shakes her head.

"No," She says," No, I hurt you."

"It was an accident. it wasn't even your fault. You got barged into first."

"But you get hurt. I broke your arm."

"Technically, the stairs broke my arm."

"And your face-"

"It'll heal."

"Stop making excuses! You're hurt and you can't play!"

You grin at her dopily. "Some things are more important than playing."

Jessie nods along seriously. "Healing, you're right."

A little bark of laughter bubbles out of your throat. "I was going to say watching you play but trust you to think about my health."

"Well, one of us has to care! You're being very blasé about this!"

"Jessie, come here."

"I-"

"Jess, please?"

She shuffles onto the bed with you and you throw your arm over her shoulder, pulling her closer into you until there's barely a gap between you.

"I'll be fine," You tell her, staring into her eyes," It was a clean break. No surgery. Just a cast. I'll be fine in a few months. It wasn't your fault. I won't hear you saying otherwise."

"But-"

"No, Jess. It was just a horrible accident. That's it."

You're not usually this firm with her but Jessie, your sweet girlfriend was spiralling like always and you were adamant about her not shouldering the blame herself.

"I didn't mean to," She says, eyes wet with unshed tears and you tuck her head into your neck.

"I know, Jess, I know. It's okay. Just a freak accident. I shouldn't have been on my board in the first place."

Jessie's short hiccupping laughter fills your ears. "No, you shouldn't have. We need to throw them away when we get home."

"Would that help you sleep better?"

She nods.

"Alright. Can we sell them though? Because, you know, some of them are worth enough to make serious money. We can redo the kitchen."

You can feel Jessie smile into your neck. "Only if we promise we can have a breakfast bar."

"Breakfast bar and a reading nook," You agree," But I've got to be allowed to keep one board."

"Not the one from today."

You kiss the top of her head. "No, not the one from today."

[baptismbaby]

† GOD, FORGIVE ME PT. 3

mean! ellie x innocent! reader a/n: will post to ao3 baptismsbaby. sorry if this is a little rushed. smoked a blunt and brain is still fuzzy. unsure how i feel about the ending hope yall like it anyways warnings: toxic! ellie, degrading, praise, pup used as a petname, oral (ellie! receiving), strap usage (r! receiving), slight edging, possessive! ellie, reader is gagged at some point if anyone hates that creds to elliesgalaxy for ellie pic wc: 3.4k<3 part one part two

Six months had passed since you first hooked up with Ellie.

Looking back, you had changed drastically since that night. You used to be so strict with religion and refused to have any fun. It took a month of hooking up with Ellie to finally get over it and realize you could be a Christian and still have fun. I mean, it was the apocalypse. Rules haven’t existed in over twenty five years.

In the beginning, you were constantly telling Ellie “this is the last time.” She’d look at you with a teasing smile and that glint in her eye. She’d laugh it off, always saying the same shit. “You need me.” You’d go back, giving more and more of yourself up to her. Whatever she wanted, you gave to her. The more sex the two of you had, the better the friendship outside of the hookups got. Dina was extremely happy to finally hang out with both of you without the bickering. You loved Ellie outside of the sex. She had her moments still but she was the funniest person you’ve ever met. You wished she could be that way with you alone sometimes. You knew you had to hide your feelings if it meant getting to sleep with Ellie but it was difficult. Whether there was a party at Jesse’s or her place, she’d tell everyone in the smoke circle how bad she would want to fuck some random girl at the party. Ellie didn’t, of course. She’d just say that to get a rise out of you so she could tease you about it later. It hurt but you refused to let it show if it meant risking not being able to see Ellie anymore.

It was another night of partying for everyone and the girls were at your place getting ready. Ellie sat on your bed, wearing a brown flannel and some jeans. Since the weather had gotten warmer, she had trimmed her hair a bit. The way the choppy layers fell in her face sometimes made you blush. She looked so good.

“I’m thinking about wearing something super revealing,” said Dina, going through the dresses she’d find on patrol. “I need Jesse to be jealous.”

“I give it a week,” mumbled Ellie.

“I am not getting back with him!”

“You said that the last time,” you pointed out.

“And the time before that.”

“The time before that time too.”

Dina hit you and Ellie with the dress she was holding. “Stop it you two, I get it! I mean it this time.”

You looked back at Ellie who was already staring at you with a smirk. Dina groaned and continued to look for clothes while you laughed.

“The little being silent but talking with the eyes thing gets on my nerves,” complained Dina. She handed you a dress to wear and you held it up to your body. It was white and silky with a little lace trim at the bottom.

“That’s a little short,” said Ellie.

“Yeah, which is perfect. She needs to get some finally.”

Ellie shot a glare at the back of Dina’s head but neither of you noticed.

“I’ll try it on and see.”

You began to undress, turned away from Ellie. You could see her watching you through the mirror. You weren’t wearing a bra but was wearing a see through pink thong.

“Woah, where’d you find that? It’s so cute,” complimented Dina.

“I found it on one of my patrols a couple months ago.”

Actually, Ellie had found it for you.

You slipped into the dress and turned around, seeing your ass hanging out at the back. “Okay, maybe this is a bit much but it’s super cute.”

“Damn, I would so fuck you,” Dina remarked. “Please wear that to the party. At least five girls are gonna throw themselves at you.”

“Eh, that’s probably too much, Dina. We see the same people every time anyways. No one new to impress. Do you have something else for her?” asked Ellie. You raised an eyebrow at her, wondering why she was being like this.

“I have some more but-”

“I want to wear this, it’s fine,” you interrupted. 

“Okay cool, we ready to go?”

Everyone nodded and started to head out. Dina made it down the stairs first, leaving you and Ellie at the top. Dina was grabbing stuff to put in her bag so she didn’t see Ellie grabbing your wrist and pulling you back towards her. She wrapped an arm around you and used her other hand to hold your hair. Her lips brushed against your ear. “I fucking told you it was too short. Are you trying to piss me off?”

You sighed, tilting your head to the side further as she ran her fingers down your neck to your shoulder.

“I wouldn’t care if you wore that for me but in front of everybody? Are you fucking kidding me? You get a taste of my cock and now you’re a slut? Don’t even think about coming by tonight.”

She shoved you forward roughly. You stumbled but quickly stood up straight, spinning around to give Ellie a dirty look. “Stop it,” you whispered harshly. “You’ll be over it by the time the party's over.”

“I mean it,” Ellie hissed. “Don’t speak to me for the rest of the night. Whores don’t get rewarded when they don’t listen. Fucking brat, you know better.”

Ellie walked past you down the stairs, leaving you dumbfounded and angry. You stomped down and grabbed one of the bottles from the table to drink on the way there.

“Woah, pregaming?” questioned Dina.

“Yeah. It’s gonna be a long night.”

-

You were miserable at the party. It had been ten minutes since the three of you arrived and Ellie was acting like such a bitch. You sat by her on the couch while everyone passed around a blunt. She kept skipping you, telling the others you weren’t participating.

“Dina, give me the fucking blunt,” you demanded once it reached her for the third time.

“You’re not smoking.”

“Yes I am, Ellie. Even if it means I have to roll my own.”

Dina squinted at the both of you in confusion. If she was an outsider, she would’ve thought the two of you were a couple in an argument. But it was just you and Ellie. No way there was something going on.

“You can’t even fucking roll,” Ellie insulted. You leaned forward to see another smoke circle across the living room. 

“I’ll just join Jesse’s smoke circle. Sorry, Dina.”

You got up, pulling your dress down before walking over to Jesse’s group. You made sure to swing your hips a bit in case Ellie was watching.

“Why are you two arguing again?” Dina asked Ellie once you left.

“It’s nothing.”

“If I didn’t know any better, I’d say the two of you were fucking.”

Ellie took the blunt from Dina and puffed on it. “No way,” she declined. “You couldn’t pay me to fuck church girl.”

“I’d do it for free,” Ellie’s friend said next to her. When she passed the blunt to him, she made sure to elbow him hard in the side. “Ow! The fuck, Ellie?!”

“She’s gay.”

He frowned in disappointment. “Aw man, all the hot chicks are.”

Dina couldn’t stop eyeing Ellie. She was acting strange. Back at yours, she kept telling you to put something different on. Now she’s watching you intently from across the room as you do the thing she told you not to do. At that moment, everything clicked for Dina. Ellie liked you.

“So, what’s the deal between you and Dina?” you asked Jesse as you passed him the joint.

“Shit, I don’t know. Pretty sure we’re over for good.”

“That sounded convincing,” you said sarcastically.

Jesse made a face at you while he crossed his arms. “Oh yeah? What about you and Ellie? You follow her around like a lost puppy.”

“We’re friends now.”

“The way you look at her is not how you look at Dina. It’s how I look at Dina.”

As he spoke, his eyes landed on her from across the room. “Look at her. Talking up some other guy to piss me off. Ellie is staring at you. She looks jealous. I’d know.”

You glanced back but Ellie quickly averted her gaze. You sighed and looked down at your hands in your lap. You wanted to say something so badly but knew that Ellie would end it with you if you told anyone. A girl came and sat next to you, placing a hand on your thigh. “Hey,” she slurred. “Wanna dance with me?”

You looked up at Ellie who’s brows were furrowed in anger. You grinned and stood up, grabbing the girl’s hand. You led her to an open spot on the floor and pulled her close. She wrapped her arms around you as you started grinding against her with the beat of the music.

“I’m Grace,” she introduced herself. “You hang with Ellie and Dina, right?”

You nodded, too busy watching Ellie as her face grew red.

“You’re super pretty. You do a lot of that church stuff, right?”

“Yeah,” you responded dryly. You turned around so your back was pressed against her chest. Her hands rushed up and down your body until she grabbed your tits. You shoved them off and looked back at her. “Don’t,” you demanded. 

Grace saw movement out of the corner of her eye and looked up to see Ellie speedwalking towards you. Grace let go of you and ran off. You were perplexed, wondering if maybe you came off as rude. You felt hands grab you and start shoving you towards a door.

“Hey, what the hell?”

You were pushed into a bathroom. The door slammed and you spun around to see Ellie locking the door. “Ellie!”

Ellie shot daggers at you with her eyes, which meant you needed to be quiet. She pushed you against the wall and held you there with a knee between your thighs. Her hands went over your mouth to stifle any sounds you were making.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?”

She started to unbuckle her jeans, still covering your mouth. They dropped around her ankles to reveal the strap she was wearing over her boxers.

“You’re mine and mine only. This pussy,” she growled as she grabbed your clothed cunt tightly, “belongs to me.”

She kneeled down to yank your panties off. 

“E-Ellie, I’m s-”

“Shut the fuck up.”

She balled your panties up and held them up to your face. “Open.”

“What?”

“Open your fucking mouth!”

You obeyed and parted your lips slightly. She sighed in frustration and reached out to pull it open further, shoving the panties into your mouth.

“This will keep you quiet,” she muttered. “You’re really dumb, you know that? Good girls don’t try to make their girlfriends jealous.”

Before you could even react, she bent you over the sink and shoved her cock inside of you. You let out a muffled groan, the feeling of her filling you up taking you by surprise. She fucked you hard but painfully slow. She’d thrust in, wait a couple seconds then do it again. 

“I want you to watch,” she commanded. She grabbed a handful of your hair and yanked your head up so you could look in the mirror. You could see Ellie behind you with an angry expression on her face. “Stupid girl, you will never find better than me. Get that through your fucking skull.”

She sped up, making you squeal even louder. She placed both of her hands over your mouth as she pounded into you harder.

“Fuck,” Ellie whimpered. “Fuck, you look so good like this.”

Ellie noticed your legs started to shake as you felt your climax getting closer.

“You wanna cum baby?”

You whined, pushing yourself back against her so you could finish. Ellie pulled out of you and turned you around. She lifted you up onto the sink and started kissing up and down your neck. Ellie took your panties out of your mouth, shoving her tongue down your throat.

You tried to pull away to speak but Ellie grabbed your head to keep you still. Her strap would brush against your cunt, eliciting a moan from you.

“Do you think you deserve to cum?" Ellie asked when she pulled away. You shook your head no. “That’s right, baby. You’ve been so mean to me tonight. You’re lucky I’m even fucking you right now.”

“I’m sorry, Ellie,” you murmured. “I shouldn’t have danced with that girl. I belong to you.”

“You say you’re sorry but you have to prove it to me… get on your knees.”

You obliged and kneeled down, opening your mouth expecting her to fuck it with the strap. Instead, she slid out of the harness and her boxers simultaneously and set them down on her pants.

“I want you to make me cum.”

You were shocked. Ellie never let you touch her and she was going to let you eat her out? You didn’t know if you could do it since she never taught you. You didn’t want to disappoint Ellie.

“I’ll guide you through it, pup. It’s okay,” she assured you as if she read your mind.

Ellie leaned back against the wall as your face went towards her pussy. You stuck your tongue out and swiped it up her slit. Ellie shook a little, reaching down and grabbing your hair. “Move your tongue in circles,” she said.

You slowly moved your tongue in a circle on her clit, savoring the taste of her. You looked up at Ellie who was biting her lip to stay quiet.

“T-That’s it,” she praised. “My g-good girl.”

You sped it up a bit once you got used to it, Ellie’s legs trembling against you.

“Fuck!” she panted. “Just like t-that, pup. You’re doing s’ well.”

You decided to stick a finger inside her to watch her reaction. She grabbed the end of her shirt and bit the fabric, trying hard to not make a sound. You picked up the pace, curling your finger as she struggled to stay standing.

“I’m right there baby, don’t stop.”

She gripped your hair and yanked you away once her orgasm hit. She trembled as she started to come down, your hair still tangled between her fingers. Ellie pulled you up and slammed her lips against yours, the two of you desperate to taste each other.

She lifted you up onto the sink again and brushed a finger against your clit.

“You’re so good at making me feel good, baby. I bet you could make yourself feel good too.”

She stepped back and leaned against the door, her arms crossed and a huge smirk on her face. “Come on, touch yourself for me.”

“W-What?”

“I said I wasn’t gonna let you cum but that doesn’t mean I won’t let you finish yourself off while I watch,” said Ellie. She chuckled as your face grew red. “C’mon, I know you can do it.”

“I’ve never tried it, though. I prefer letting you do it.”

“I’m not touching you again until you make yourself cum.”

You whined, feeling too embarrassed to do something like that. You knew that if you refused again, she’d leave you there all alone. You slowly reached your hand between your thighs and pressed your fingers to your clit. You sighed and slowly started to move them in a circle, Ellie eyeing your cunt closely as she licked her lips.

“Atta girl,” she praised. “You like touching yourself for me?”

You didn’t respond. She laughed and grabbed your thigh gently. “You’re shy now, pretty girl? How cute. You were just fucking me and now you can’t even look at me.”

You sped your fingers up the more she spoke to you, soft whines escaping your lips and echoing off the walls.

“Good girl. You put on such a good show for me.”

Your legs shook as a knot began to build in your stomach. “El-Ellie, can I cum please? I-I’m so close.”

“Go on,” confirmed Ellie. You grabbed Ellie’s hand on your thigh and gripped it as your climax took over you.

“Shhhh, baby. That’s it. Be quiet.”

Ellie took your hand and sucked your fingers to get a taste of you. She hummed, wrapping her arms around you to help you stand. “You did so good,” she whispered, holding you close to her body. For some reason, you wanted to cry. Ellie hasn’t comforted you after sex since you lost your virginity, if that was even considered comfort. You melted in her arms and sighed. The warmth of Ellie’s body made your heart ache. You wished so desperately she was like this all of the time. You suddenly remembered what she called you earlier and wondered when you should bring it up. Ellie stepped back and grabbed your panties.

“Let me help you,” she said. Ellie pulled your panties up your legs and tugged your dress down. She quickly fixed your hair with a smile before putting the rest of her clothes back on.

“Can I ask you something?”

Ellie nodded in approval, putting her belt back in the loops and buckling it.

“You said… good girls don’t make their girlfriends jealous.”

“I did.”

“Am I… your girlfriend?”

Ellie shrugged, avoiding your eyes as she tried to focus on anything but you. “Uh… I think that’s up to you. I haven’t asked so… we really aren’t.”

“Are you wanting to ask me?”

“Fuck, why is this so awkward?” Ellie muttered to herself. “I’ve kinda been repressing some feelings towards you for a while now because I wanted this to be a hookup thing and nothing more. But tonight confirmed my feelings for you. Seeing you wearing that dress, knowing people would be eye fucking you… it made me sick. When I saw you dancing with that girl, I was infuriated. Dina kinda figured it out somehow and said I should tell you. I guess I’m not good at hiding my feelings once I have them.”

You smiled. You never thought your feelings for Ellie would be reciprocated. You knew it was hard for her to admit it, which made you like her even more.

“See, I knew something would come out of this!” you exclaimed. Ellie rolled her eyes but couldn’t hide the shit eating grin that grew on her face.

“Don’t make a big deal out of it.”

“I was certain that if you knew I liked you, you’d resent me.”

“Pfft, I knew you liked me. You do a shitty job at hiding things. I can’t go anywhere without you trailing behind me. You’re a pain in my ass but in a good way,” Ellie opened the door for you and followed you out. She wrapped an arm around your waist and pulled you close to her.

“So, you wanna ask me?”

“Ugh, no. We’ve said enough for it to be official. You can’t make me say anything.”

“Aw, you’re shy!”

“Shut up…”

Ellie stopped and looked down at you, her thumb slowly brushing against your cheek as her eyes softened. “You were always mine, weren’t you?” she asked. 

“Of course I was.”

“I promise to be nicer. I know I said that last time but I mean it. I like this. You’re not so bad, church girl.”

You chuckled at the nickname. “I guess you’re alright yourself, Els.”

“What if I told you Jesse and Dina are making out behind you right now?”

You turned to look and laughed at the sight. “We already knew it would happen,” you said.

“Yeah. The party is starting to die a little bit. Wanna swing by yours so you can get a few things for the morning?”

“What do you mean?” you questioned with a raised eyebrow.

“You’re spending the night with me.”

“Wait, really?”

“I’m not saying it again. Let’s go,” Ellie said as she dragged you out by the hand. The two of you spent the rest of the night holding each other in Ellie’s bed, talking about anything you could so neither of you would fall asleep. Ellie felt nervous about entering a relationship and still felt some guilt about being such a bitch to you. And yet, something about this felt so right to her. She was okay with changing her ways since you changed for her. Ellie knew she made the right choice and that it would be worth it. You were wrapped around her finger.

[dollyhao]

loser!ellie x bully!reader

summary: ellie upsets reader and takes her punishment like a champ.

cw: cowgirl, bondage

"els take me to the mall tomorrow?" you say not even looking up from your phone, scrolling through insta. its suppose to sound like a question because ellies trying to teach you that you cant be demanding with everything you say. you ignored her when she first said that to you but you took it into consideration, not doing it so often anymore.

ellie is sitting at the bottom of her bed reading a comic book and rubbing your feet thats in her lap. "uh um, actually i cant. i have.. a test, yup a test to study for." you glance up at her with a quirked brow, her face is red and flushed but she always looks that around you so you shrug. "fine" you say rolling your eyes snatching your foot out her hand.

your not upset frfr, you know how important grades are to ellie, which is why shes always so insistent on trying to help you study.

"im staying here tonight." you say taking your pants off leaving you in a shirt and underwear, crawling under her blanket. ellie hums in approval, and joins you spooning you as you both slept.

the next day, you decided to go to the mall with a friend since ellie was busy. yall stopped at a wing place close to campus and see ellie sitting inside with those other losers, dina and jesse. ellie has never blatantly lied to you like this.

you walk over to her fuming. yea, you know the last time she tried to miss plans with you to hang out with friends you said you would block her, but you threaten to block her all the time and never do.

her back is to you when you hit her with your purse, "wtf-" ellie says turning around looking angry and confuse. her face drops when she sees you obviously upset, she looks super guilty. "your such a bitch ellie. dont fucking talking to me." you turn and leave hearing ellie stumbling and asking you to wait behind you.

you get in your friends car arms crossed frowning, "take me home." "no food?" "i lost my appetite." your friend puts the car in reverse just as ellie comes out the restaurant and yall drive off.

your in your dorm when you hear rapid knocks at your door. you get up to open the door already knowing its ellie. "what" "please let me explain" she says hands clasped together with a pleading look on her face. "i dont wanna hear it williams." you say walking away from the open door.

ellie comes in closing the door behind you, getting on her knees in front of you. "please please forgive me. im so so sorry for lying. w-what can i do so you'll forgive me? ill do anything."

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"this isn't fair!" ellie says tears in her eyes. "you said you'd do anything." you say out of breath. your bouncing on her dick with her laying back on your bed hands tied above her head with a pair of your stockings. you refuse to let her touch you or fuck you, basically using her as your own little toy.

"please let me fuck you, i-i can make you feel so so good!" "nope." you say putting two fingers in her mouth so she would be quiet.

you throw your head back leaning over ellie tits all in her face as you keep riding. "fuck ellie." you say taking your spit covered fingers out ellie's mouth rubbing your clit with them.

ellie lets you use her because she feels so so bad for lying to you, she lays still even though it feels like torture. you moan out biting you bottom lip looking down at ellie who looks high, drool dripping out the corner of her mouth.

" ’m close els…" "please cum for me baby." ellie says before catching one of your enticing nipples in her mouth. you fully impale yourself on her dick creaming all over her. you smile down at her rising off her walking over to the bathroom leaving her tied up.

"please tell me you forgive me?"

[freak-accident419]

You Were Everything

Derek Danforth x AFAB!GN!Reader

Summary: It’s been a few years since the divorce. When you accidentally got pregnant by Derek, he left immediately out of fear, leaving you pregnant all alone. Compromises and communication had become established and all he could do now was call your daughter. But one day, just like some others, he asks to see her in person again.

Word Count: 2.3k

Content: angst, mentions of accidental pregnancy, reader is divorced from Derek, ‘P/n’ = parent name (what your child would call you, whether it be mommy/daddy/etc)

(A/n: I’ve gotta stop being inspired by Richie Jerimovich… reader is afab yet implied/intended to be genderqueer—either nonbinary, genderfluid, transman, transmasc, etc. but it can also apply to cis fem readers. Anyone with a uterus. I know this arrangement isn’t accurate—the custody thing—but it makes things more dramatic, you know?)

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“Y/n, please.” You heard your ex-husband plead over the phone.

“Derek, we’ve already talked about this countless times. I’m not going to change my mind,” you sigh wearily.

Things with Derek were… complicated, to say the very least. You had once been married to him a few years ago, and everything was going so well. That is, until he got you pregnant.

It was a complete accident. You two always thought you were being safe. You both never planned on pregnancy, let alone even talked about the possibility of having a child. And with your conditions, you weren’t even sure you would be willing to raise it, to carry it all those nine months. But you went through with it anyway.

When Derek found out, he was utterly terrified. He never thought of himself being a father, he never thought he’d ever be the father of your kid, and he especially never thought you would even have a kid of your own. And so, out of sole fear and impulse, he just left one night. Gave you space, you supposed. But things ultimately just ended up in a bitter divorce. Derek was barely there for you.

Which was why you were so insistent on not letting him see your daughter. Jessica or Jess, she was named after Derek’s mother. She was four-years-old now, only communicating with her father on the phone, consoled by the lie you told her that he lived across the globe. During your pregnancy, he still paid for the medical bills, child support, formula, et cetera, yet he was separated from you. Therefore, you simply denied him visitation for your daughter, court-ordered, because you believed he didn’t deserve to see her. He left you alone for all those months, knowing how drastic of a concept pregnancy was to you. You never planned to let him see her.

“Y/n, please. Just for a day. Or even—even just an hour! Let me see my little girl. Please,” he begged with hopeless desperation. It was insulting to you, the fact that he finally wanted to be part of you and your daughter’s life.

“I’m not changing my mind,” you assert forcefully. “You left us. You left her and you left me.” You two always had this same conversation with the same statements and reasons. He had always brought up the possibility of seeing his daughter. This same conversation happened nearly almost every month.

“C’mon. She—she deserves to have a dad present in her life. I can’t just—just call her up all the time while she just believes I’m across the sea and unable to see her!” He urged imperatively to his ex-spouse.

“You’re right. She does deserve to have a dad. A present dad, a good dad,” you utter pressingly. “But that’s just not you.”

Derek pinched his nose bridge in frustration and sighed. He felt terrible. He felt so regretful and so horrible and undeserving of seeing his daughter in person. But he was also selfish—he needed to see her. Derek believed that he learned from his mistakes. Ultimately, he didn’t want to be a father in the beginning because he knew he was unfit. That is, until recently, when he shut down UDG and Nine Star.

“I know I messed up. I know—I know things ended horribly and—and you will never forgive me, but… but I just wanna see Jessica. Not even for an hour? Even five minutes? Five minutes, Y/n, come on, five minutes. Let me have this,” he implored. A part of you felt bad. After all, deep down you still loved him. But you kept remembering every grueling and difficult second while you were pregnant and alone.

“Derek, we’ve already had this conversation. You can continue to call her just like it has been for the past four years. But that’s it. You—” you paused in your tracks as you looked at the kitchen table, the plastic cup of milk tipped over, the drink spreading across the surface. You rushed to get napkins and you soothe your daughter. “Hey, sweetheart. It’s okay, it’s okay, it’s just spilt milk. Easy to clean. You’re okay.” You wiped the milk with the napkins after setting the cup back up. She was a sensitive child, so she was definitely upset about the spilled drink, yet you were able to distract her from the accident. “There. See? All clean. Did you eat your vegetables? Oh my, you did! All of them? Good girl!”

Your sweet, higher pitched voice transmitted to the other side of the phone, Derek hearing you speak to your daughter. His heart nearly stopped as he began to hear the muffled babbles of the toddler in the background of the call. His voice softened immediately, and he couldn’t think about anything but the presence of his daughter.

“She… She’s been eating her vegetables?” He asks softly in awe.

You bring the phone back to your ear. “Yeah,” you answer simply, looking down at her as she continued to eat her lunch.

Derek felt a rush of pride. Even though it was something as small as finishing vegetables, he was extremely proud of her. He always was.

“Is she—is she there?” He inquired breathlessly.

“Uh, yeah,” you reply.

“Can I talk to her?”

“Derek—”

“Please.”

You sigh, pausing. You only let him speak to her for a certain amount of hours and at a specific time of the day, but… you figured there was no harm in letting him speak to her right now. “Fine,” you yield.

After handing the phone to your daughter and telling her who it was, you caught the sudden change of her expression—she nearly beamed.

“Hi, daddy!”

Derek felt his heart explode and his whole world practically stopped at the moment he heard his child’s voice again. Sure, he gets to call her every day, but he could never get used to it, to the feeling, to her voice. The way she called him her father with enthusiasm and exhilaration, as if he was worth all the excitement. Then his lips curled into a soft smile once he fully processed the moment. “Hey… hey, baby, how are you?”

“I’m good!” She chirped sweetly. “Guess what?”

“What is it, sweetheart?” He replies excitedly.

“I can do a cartwheel now!” She exclaimed.

“Oh really?” He chuckles softly.

“Yeah! My friend Emmy, who-who’s in gymnastics, she showed me how!” Derek smiles as he continued to hear the purity and cheerfulness of his own daughter’s voice. His heart melted every time he heard her, every mispronunciation, every babble.

“That’s amazing, honey!” He praised with admiration.

Her happiness was overwhelming. While he was proud of her—and he was—he couldn’t help but feel miserable. He couldn’t be there to see it. To see his daughter, unlike other kids, finish all her vegetables without any problems. To see her do a cartwheel for the very first time.

“I wish you could see it, daddy! It’s so cool!”

“I bet it is, Jess,” he replies joyfully, ensuring that there were no hints of anguish in his tone. “I wish I could see it too.”

It hurt him a lot, if he had to be honest—not being able to see his daughter and her achievements and growth in person. It was slowly, deliberately killing him.

“And-and yesterday, p/n’s friend Josh took us to the aquarium!” she giggled.

Oh, right. Your new boyfriend. Josh.

Josh, the one who always took you out to dinner whenever he could. The one who treated your daughter with ice cream regularly.

Josh, the one with a clean background and normal, humble life.

Josh, the one who Jess mentioned on several occasions, especially whenever she brought up your happiness.

Derek felt his mouth become dry, obligated to lick his lips. He gulped, attempting to disregard the whole painful ‘Josh’ thing with a relevant question. “Yeah? What kinds of animals did you see there?” He asked curiously.

“There were a lot of fishes, and penguins, and seahorses, and turtles, and octopuses! But my favorite were the seals,” she babbles gleefully, completely ignorant of the entire situation.

“That sounds so fun, baby,” he replied with a wide smile. “Why are seals your favorite?”

“I don’t know. They’re just really cute,” she shrugs with an innocent giggle. “P/n said that they remind them of you, though.”

He raised an eyebrow. “Your p/n said that?”

“Mhm!”

“Me? Seals?”

“Yeah. They said it was because you had big puppy eyes,” she giggles.

Derek laughs. It felt nice to hear that you still spoke of him to your daughter, let alone fondly. And it was also very typical of you to say; hearing that was inexplicably nostalgic. It warmed his heart. “Can’t argue with that.”

A pondering thought lingered in his mind as he thought about you, and he felt it eating at him.

“Hey, baby, can I ask you something?” He implores gently.

“Okay!” she replies simply.

“Is… Is your P/n happy?” Derek felt nervous as he asked this question.

“Yeah!” she babbles cheerfully. “They’re always happy!”

There was a wave of a warm, bittersweet feeling in his chest as he smiled softly to himself. But also relief. He still cared about you, so, so much. Derek regrets leaving you that day. He wants to come back for Jess, of course. But he also wants to come back to you.

Derek opened his mouth to speak, until suddenly—

“Oh. P/n wants to be back on the phone.”

Derek’s smile falters immediately. He knew you never really approved of any interaction between him and your daughter, so he assumed you wanted to cut the call short. But in the end, nothing would be enough for him. Not a five minute or five hour call. He would sacrifice anything to see her. But he knew that as long as you never forgive him, it’ll never happen. “O-okay, baby. I love you, okay? Give—give the phone back to your p/n, please.”

“Okay! I love you! Bye daddy!”

He sighs as he heard the phone being passed to you, taking a deep breath as he prepared to speak to you once again. It was kind of draining, mostly because he was intimidated by you. Speaking to you was just a reminder of his failure, of how he failed you.

“Hey,” you sigh.

“Hey…”

There was a slight pause until Derek spoke up.

“So… seals remind you of me, huh?”

You groan playfully and place a hand on your forehead. “She told you that?”

“Mhm. I mean—personally, I don’t get why you’ve always talked out my eyes being ‘big and brown,’ like every time, you always said that same thing—”

“Because they are,” you chuckle under your breath. Little did he know, and little did Jess know, that she had his eyes. You had mixed feelings about Derek indefinitely, especially because of the past. But there was something so invigorating about talking about your daughter with him. “Did she tell you about the cartwheel?”

“Yeah,” he replies with a grin on his face. Knowing him for a long time, you could imagine how his face looked just by the sound of his voice. “I’m so proud of her.”

“You know, um… she’s very invested in math right now,” you bring up.

“Seriously?”

“Yeah, there was this, uh, cartoon… on the TV showing simple math problems and uh… she just sorta fell in love with it. She wanted me to teach her more,” you reiterate. “Derek, she’s four.”

Derek listened in awe, becoming more and more amazed by his daughter.

“Really? She wanted to learn math?”

“Yeah,” you were practically beaming. “She is so smart, Derek,” you affirm, “Our—our daughter, she is so smart.”

”Y-yeah. She—she really is,” he replied briefly with mere astonishment.

That was the first time that you referred to your daughter as his. ‘Our,’ echoed in his mind. ‘Our daughter.’ He wasn’t sure that you even caught that, that it was intentional, because you said it so naturally and quick, but… he couldn’t help but feel good about himself—about everything—after that.

There was a short pause before you cleared your throat. “Hey, um… I thought about it a lot and, uh… I have this business thing across the country… and, um… I was planning on having my mom watch her or a sitter, but, uh…”

You pause, afraid to even make the proposal.

“I wanted you to watch her. On that weekend. You can, uh… finally meet her, spend time with her, and…”

Derek was in complete shock. His eyes were wide, he felt his entire body freeze, it was like he couldn’t move.

“When is this?” He uttered quietly in disbelief.

“In two weeks,” you answer, “Are you up for it?”

“Yeah. Yeah, of course. Of course, I…” Derek was incredibly astonished. Was this even real? You were finally going to let him see his daughter? “Of course. I’ll—I’ll be there.” He was so prepared to cancel every single plan on that weekend, clearing up his schedule just for Jess.

“Y/n, thank you. Thank you so much, I…” He was still in utter shock. It was unexpected after all, just a few minutes ago you had denied him again. But while your daughter was calling him, you got an email from your work, reminding you about the business trip. You weren’t entirely sure why you changed your mind like this. You just hoped that you wouldn’t regret it.

“Just… please don’t mess it up,” you sigh exasperatedly.

“I—I won’t,” he says confidently. Derek felt his hands shake ever so slightly, eyes watering from the realization he had—he was going to see his kid. For the first time, he was going to see his child.

“Okay.”

Derek felt emotional. He was actually going to see his kid. He was actually going to watch her cartwheel, he was actually going to hold her. He could take her out for ice cream like… how Josh had.

Derek gulped as he pondered.

“Y/n?” He mumbles silently.

You hum in response.

“I, uh… How are—How are you doing?”

“I’m doing alright, Derek,” you reply briefly.

You said his name softly this time, however—not harshly like before. It tugged on his weak heartstrings as if they were useless, frayed string.

And then there was an awful, deafening pause.

“I, uh… I still really love you, Y/n.”

You felt your heart sink before it shattered completely. Your vision began to become blurry with your now glassy eyes. It hurt. This all hurt.

Derek wouldn’t know much this affected you, however. He could only hear your voice or your silence. He’d never know how awful you felt just from hearing that, like how awful he felt from blurting it out. He believed you completely moved on from him. But he adored you, to say the very least, hopelessly. It was simply a cry for a second chance.

There was a terrible, piercing silence. Were you still there, behind the phone?

“Y/n…?”

You were speechless for too long as his words lingered horribly in your mind.

Then finally…

“I know,” he heard you reply softly, under your trembled breath.

“I—I still care about you,” you add. Wrong. You still love him too. But he would never know that. He would be foolish to assume without hearing the three words leave your own lips. And you couldn’t. You couldn’t tell him that you still loved him, because he would just hold on and hope longer. So instead, you express your gratitude for him. “Um… Thank you for… for all the good times… for being in my life…

You were a wonderful experience.”

[ellabsweet]

[*ੈ✩] 𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐌𝐄 & 𝐘𝐎𝐔 • 𝐀.𝐀

synopsis: abby anderson and owen, long time friends and lovers, finally tie the knot, and during the celebration, abby starts a friendship with the pretty wedding florist.

pairing: abby anderson x florist!reader

warning: multiple part series based off the movie imagine me & you so it contains the love at first sight trope, will have heavy mentions of comphet, eventual smut and reader is explicitly a lesbian! some use of y/n but i try to limit it

𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐎𝐍𝐄: 𝐖𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐀𝐘

“I want something that says I’m sorry he’s dead… but not that sorry. He was a dog and you loved him more than you loved me. Can you do a bunch that says that?”

You’re stuck between laughing and sighing, looking through your inventory for subtle grief flowers, whatever those may be. The last customer of the day is always bound to be the hardest, a cheating boyfriend who needs forgiveness, an uncertain last moment gift, occasional odder ones that would go straight into the stories kept to gossip at your friends from an otherwise untuburlent life. You give the woman violets and start loading your company pickup truck as she leaves.

“What’s the job?” Dina from the store next door asks, helping with your boxes of potted flower arrangements, wiling the sweat off her forehead as she does so, the usual bright smile plastered across her face in a familiar warmth you have grown to adore.

“Another wedding, rich people really do love their spring engagements” You chuckle, tossing them out in the back of the truck, hands on your waist with an audible breath as you stand finally facing Dina into your focus.

“Nice couple?”

“Haven’t met them, it’s all about the mother in law” Dina rolls her eyes at that but silently agrees, her own distaste of weddings being duo to her on and off boyfriend’s mother aswell.

“Hey, me and Jesse are going out later, wanna come with after your ceremony?” You nod happily at her, her surprise being caught off guard making you laugh as you climb onto the front seat, hands ready on the steering wheel, you exchange a few more pleasentries and promises before you are truly on your way, feeling uncomfortably underdressed already by the pantsuit you barely had time to put on nearly stained by dirt around the heels.

You stare around the venue’s outdoors as some well dressed men come pick up your arrangements and spread them across the place, it doesn’t take long before you spot who you assume to be the groom amongst some family members well spread out. Staring briefly down your clothes and running your fingers through your hair to tame it pretty you walk towards him, arm extended forwards for a handshake.

“Are you Owen, the groom?”

He nods uncertainly, taking your hand and his as a little girl tugs on his suit, excessively calling out his name in effervescent curiosity only known to an eight year old girl, bubbly in all her existence, you smile down at the child, nearly distracted.

“Hi, I’m y/n, I did your flowers”

“Well I wouldn’t know a nice flower from a poke in the eye, but I’m sure they are lovely, yeah, thank you!” The girl wouldn’t stop as he spoke, the words Owen Owen Owen please still echoing.

“Owen I have a question, please!”

“Not now, Olivia!” His mother scolded but the guy still smiled warmly, kneeling down to her height level in good familiar fashion and asked her what it was, bright eyes becoming brighter.

“Owen, what happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?”

“It never happens” You chime in istinctively, regretting it the second you do so as all eyes fall on you, yet you continue for the sake of the child’s curiosity “If there's a thing that can't be stopped... it's not possible for there to be something else which can't be moved, and vice versa. They can't both exist. You see, it's a trick question… is the answer.”

“Can she sit with me?” Olivia asks enthusiastically making you laugh as she grabs onto your hands and bombards you with new questions, like why is the alphabet in that order.

“Flower girl is hot” Ellie speaks to Owen as you are out of sight, his hand coming up to his face to press against his temple as he sighs looking back at you utterly entertained by his sister “I got a vibe from her, she’s a lesbian for sure, you think she’s into me?”

“I think she didn’t even look at you” Owen points out.

“Yeah, well, by the end of this she’ll be into me”

Dearly beloved, we are gathered here in the sight of God and in the face of this congregation to join together this man and this woman in holy matrimony.

Abby takes a deep sigh. She’s ready, she thinks, grasping onto her father’s arm while the song echoes her through the aisle. It has been a long time since she has had all eyes on her in this manner and it wasn’t exactly a comfortable feeling as it once felt, uncertain whether to look straight towards her future husband, at the ground to not trip, or towards her guests. She glances at Owen for a moment, his smile brightly unfaltered and immediately regretted it with a weird feeling in her stomach. She turns to the guests then, smiling around at familiar faces and finally, she sees you, and you see her. You see her. You see her, she feels.

Something else replaces the anxiety in her stomach, and it feels oddly like the fluttering wings of a butterfly. Her heart speeds up and her palms get sweaty, rubbing against the white fabric of her dress, she’s self conscious in a different way, a raw way. Her smile sends you shivers. The moment passes sooner than it began as her steps quicken towards Owen. She can’t shake the feeling something has changed. A divide.

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[kokomos]

❂ 𝗗𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗠 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟

jessica riley relationship headcanons

+ Always so excited when she gets to see you! Runs up to you and traps you in a bear hug before giving you sloppy kisses on your cheeks.

+ Hates being away from you for long periods of time. She's a bit of a clingy girlfriend meaning she wants a lot of your free time to be spent with one another. Whenever you two are apart she's planning the next time she can see you, she can't help but miss you!

+ Constant physical affection is a must if you're dating her. She loves the reassurance she gets when you touch her. Her favorite is when you wrap an arm around her waist to get real close to her. Adores having your face in the crook of her neck.

+ Definitely treats your lap like her own personal throne; enjoys the feelings of your hands holding onto her hips and thighs.

+ Kind of like a puppy in love; she's quick to blindly follow her heart and it hurts her more often than not.

+ Feels compelled to do anything in her power to make your life easier ie. do the chores she knows you dread.

+ Since before you two even officially started dating, she's given you so many nicknames in passing that you're sure she can't even keep track of the ones assigned to you. Her go-to is the casual babe or baby. She also wouldn't mind if you called her princess every now and again.

+ She's always asking you questions about yourself. It's important to her that the both of you are knowledgeable on the topic of each other. It's something that makes her feel more close to you than anyone else.

  - "If you could do anything, like anything ever, for the rest of your life, what would you wanna do? By the way, you can say me, I wouldn't mind complying with that answer at all."

+ Quick with the comebacks. Be prepared to lose gracefully if you ever get into an argument with her because there's no way she's letting you win.

+ So playful with everyone but the most with you! She tries to live life somewhat lightheartedly believing that's what can bring her the most happiness.

+ Prefers to forgive and forget. Doesn't understand the whole idea of focusing so much energy onto someone in order to get revenge. If the opportunity presents itself that's another thing though!

+ She's an open book once she trusts you and it doesn't take a lot for her to put her trust in someone. Doesn't care about the risks involved with loving and losing someone, she sees it as a necessary part of life.

+ Big gossiper!! Constantly pulling you aside during an event to catch you up real quick on any updates with the drama. Please be enthusiastic/receptive while she's talking to you about this kind of stuff! She means no harm by it and stays positive about the people involved unless they've done something totally heinous.

  - "I need to tell you what I just found out about that girl and her boyfriend. So last weekend, when she was visiting family out of town…"

+ Says she needs your help to do her braids but really she can do them by herself in under five minutes. She'll take any chance she can to feel your fingers in her hair.

+ On days where she's feeling lazy, she makes you do her whole make-up routine. No mercy, she doesn't care if you guys sit there for hours, it needs to be done and it needs to be done right. She shows her gratuity with a shower of compliments and calculated kisses as to not mess up all your hard work.

  - "Oh my god, babe! You're so good at this, I should make you do my make-up every day. Kidding, don't worry."

+ Secretly insecure behind all that confidence. She can become pretty defensive in an argument with you, often lashing out because she feels threatened. What she really needs is reassurance that you're not attacking her, you just want resolution or to talk about the problem at its core.

+ Jess is the type of girlfriend that wants to be treated like a trophy wife… even without the ring.

— ♡☆

a/n: dedicated to the anon who requested :) i hope i did jess some justice!!

[roses-r-rosie3]

Dancing With Your Ghost: Stay

Miguel O’Hara x M!Reader

[Part 1] [Part 2] [Part 4]

Warnings: Angst, swearing, light fluff, and hurt

Summary: Miguel is forced to have a mission with the reader and the reader ends up is severely injured or maybe he is dead?

Quote: "Y/n, y/n stay with me! Please! I can't lose you again!"

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You tried desperately every single day to beg for Miguel’s forgiveness. Every day you would show up to the society with flowers and chocolate in your hands to try and get Miguel to forgive you. But he would always tell you to get out or he would throw it away, each attempt making you more motivated to get him back.

Miguel on the other hand, he completely lost hope in you ever since the day that you said you didn’t love him. He didn’t want anything to do with you. But he would be lying if he said he wasn’t warming up to this new you a little bit.

Of course the other spider people would notice you being nicer towards them. They found it kind of weird that you always walked to Miguel’s office with flowers and chocolates, but if that meant you being nicer to them, they wouldn’t question it one bit. Jess and Peter understood why you did it, but they didn’t understand why Miguel always rejected you.

“Miguel please, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to, please, I changed! Please! Just take me back!” You begged.

“I told you this many times before, and I’ll tell you this again, I don’t care if you changed, leave my office now or else I’ll make you leave” Miguel snarled.

“I’m not leaving until you forgive me. You don’t even have to take me back! I just want you to forgive me! Please!” You pleaded.

“I told you to get out” Miguel growled.

You sighed and headed towards the doors but Jess and Peter came in right as you were about to leave and pushed you back inside the building.

“Miguel, y/n we have a mission for you two” Jess said.

“Excuse me?” Miguel said.

“We found another anomaly involving the Goblin, and from the way y/n here dealt with him last time, he seems fit for the job, and Miguel, we need you to supervise y/n” Jess said.

“I’m not working with him, find someone else, and plus you’re not the one to give me orders” Miguel grumbled.

“Well me and Peter would do it, but we are busy, and you are the only Spider person fit for the job” Jess responded.

“Come on Miguel, I won’t bother you, please?” You said.

“Fine, but you better listen to me, got it?” Miguel sighed.

“Yes sir” you said excitedly.

You mouthed a ‘thank you’ to Jess and Peter as you ran after Miguel. After you and Miguel arrived at the universe, you were transported to a rooftop. But there was no sign of the goblin, nor was there an anomaly. Miguel sighed in annoyance as he called Jess through the watch.

“Jess! Is there even an anomaly here!” Miguel yelled.

“There should be, I guess you just have to patrol with y/n for the day” Jess said mockingly before she hung up.

“So boss man, where’s the anomaly at?” You said.

“We have to wait here until he shows up” Miguel said.

You saw Miguel walked to the edge of the rooftop to sit down, and you followed. You and Miguel sat silently next to each other. Miguel tried his best to not look at you as he felt your presence next to him.

“This is the most quiet you’ve ever been” Miguel said.

“Yeah, I’m not really used to just waiting” you laughed awkwardly.

It went silent again after that. You looked up at Miguel, who kept on staring infront of him.

“If you don’t mind me asking, what happened to your universe’s me?” You said.

Miguel almost fell of the building from the sudden question, but decided to tell you.

“Me and him, well you, were dating for a bit, I purposed to you, and you were in your apartment planning the wedding with me on the phone, and- and then the Goblin showed up, and blew up the whole building, with you inside of it” Miguel sorrowfully said.

“And I can’t help but blame myself for your death, it should’ve been me, not you” Miguel said as guilt washed over him.

“It’s not your fault for what happened, you couldn’t stop it, so you shouldn’t blame yourself for what hap-”

You were cut off by Miguel by kissing you. After realizing what he did, Miguel pulled off immediately.

“I- I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

You pulled Miguel back into the kiss. You couldn’t have felt more happier in your entire life. You didn’t know how or why, but you felt like Miguel changed you for the better. But then you both heard a maniacal laughter. You both quickly pulled away from each other and put your masks on and you both saw the goblin terrorizing the city.

"I guess we'll have to finish this later boss" you smirked before you immediately swung into action.

"Still cocky" Miguel chuckled before following after you.

skip to the fight b/c I'm lazy af

While Miguel was fighting the goblin, you were helping evacuate people to safety. You evacuated what you thought was everyone from the last building before swinging over to help Miguel. You swung up and kicked the goblin in the face, causing him to fall off of his glider and fall to the ground hard, like the first time you interacted with Miguel.

"It looks like you needed my help" you smirked as you landed as you stretched your arms out teasingly.

"Still as narcissistic as ever" Miguel laughed as he landed.

"I wouldn't call it narcissistic, more like-"

"Please, Help! My daughter daughter is still inside of the building" A lady said frantically.

"On it" you said.

You quickly rushed into the building and saw the little girl. You quickly took her into your arms and jumped out to the mother and gave her child to her.

"Here you go ma'am" you smiled under your mask.

"Wait! My dolly! It's still in there!" The little girl whined.

"I'll get it" you said.

But before you could go, Miguel held onto your arms.

"Don't go y/n, It's not worth it, let's just go send goblin to the society and then we can get her doll for her" Miguel whispered.

"It's fine Miguel, I knocked the fucker out, I'll be quick" You said before you jumped back into the building, not giving Miguel the chance to say anything back.

When you jumped into the building, you tried looking everywhere for the doll but you couldn't find it. You finally found it under the little girls bed and you were about to get out when all of a sudden you hear Miguel call out your name and then-

BOOM!

Everything went dark after that.

Miguel's Pov:

Miguel waited impatiently for you to get out of the building. While Miguel was pacing around, he saw that the Goblin wasn't where he originally was before. And before he could do anything, he saw the goblin throw a pumpkin bomb into the room you were in.

"Y/n! Get out of there!" Miguel screamed.

Before he could go save you-

BOOM!

The building blew up, just like the last time. The goblin was laughing hysterically but Miguel quickly took care of him and sent him to the society. After that was taken care of, Miguel immediately ran over to the destroyed building and started to frantically throwing pieces of ruble away. The people stood there in shock at first, but after they got their thoughts together, they started to help Miguel. Miguel didn't care about them, his main focus was you, he couldn't lose you twice.

When Miguel finally found you, your mask and suit were ripped up.

"Y/n!" Miguel cried.

Everyone started to gather around you. You still had the doll in your hands, which somehow managed to make it out safe with only a few scratches.

"T-take t-this, keep it s-safe f-for me w-will ya?" you smiled weakly as you handed the doll to the little girl.

The little girl cried as she thanked you before quickly running to her mom.

"Y/n, y/n stay with me! Please! I can't lose you again!" Miguel sobbed.

"S-so yo-you do care about me b-boss?" You smiled before slowly shutting your eyes.

"No! No! Y/n! Y/n! Stay! Stay with me! Please!" Miguel cried as he shook you.

The civilians looked at each other in sorrow before they all came together to comfort Miguel.

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A/n: Keep in mind that I never specified if the reader is dead or not ;)

[pink-sparkly-witch]

The One That Got Away - Chapter Eight

Warnings: discussion of injuries, Dean is still high on morphine and trying to flirt, angst, arguments, language.

Word Count: 1.7k

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean Winchester x Female Reader

A/N: I didn’t have a beta for this, so all mistakes are mine.

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“What’s the damage, Princess?” Dean asked.

“Not much, thankfully. You were incredibly lucky,” Y/N smiled as she took a little pen light from her scrubs pocket and checked the dilation of his pupils. “Everything else looks good. It’s mostly superficial injuries with cuts and bruises, except those broken ribs. Your vitals are stable and where they should be, and the medication is managing your pain well. So far, there’s no sign of a concussion or brain or spinal injury. 

“The crackle in your lungs should clear with oxygen in a day or two, and your scratchy throat will ease with plenty of fluids. Ribs should heal in three to four weeks if you take it easy, six to eight if you’re anything like I remember and don’t,” she smiled knowingly at the Winchesters, who all chuckled before turning her head back towards Dean.

“This little white button will top up your morphine if needed. No doubt, those ribs will be sore through the night,” she chuckled at Dean’s hazy smile. “You’ll be kept in for a few days, mostly as a precaution. Brain and spinal injuries can take time to show, and you’ll be relying heavily on morphine for a few days.” 

She filled a plastic cup with water, put a straw in it, and held it out for him. “Try to finish at least one cup before you fall asleep. It’ll soothe your throat from smoke inhalation and stop dehydration. And if you need help, push this red button right here, and a nurse will come to check on you.”

Satisfied with her patient, she turned to her colleague and the first new friend she’d made since she’s come home. “Jess,” she said as she wheeled the stool over to her. “I want to check on the baby and your blood pressure.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me, Y/N. I’m not the one in the bed,” Jess whined.

“Dean is just fine, and you are pregnant, and you got a fright…”

“I told you I’m fine!” Jess protested stubbornly.

“The first time I met you, you almost fainted because your blood sugar was too low. Scared the bejesus outta me, so forgive me for wanting to make sure you’re alright,” Y/N wasn’t giving up easily, but neither was Jess.

“Trust me, I’m fine.”

“Is she always this stubborn?” Y/N asked Sam with a raised eyebrow, smirking when he held both hands up.

“I plead the fifth,” he chuckled, and she laughed and mumbled ‘lawyers’ before turning back to Jess.

“Don’t make me an asshole and pull rank, please, Jess? Just… humour me,” Y/N tried for the final time, grinning in triumph when Jess held her arm out.

Y/N secured the cuff around her arm and quickly took her pulse and blood pressure. Putting on gloves, the older nurse gestured to the younger woman’s bump and asked: “May I?”

Jess lifted her scrubs top, and Lucy gently pressed around the bump, feeling for the baby.

“Come on, sweetheart, don’t be shy,” Y/N murmured. “Where are you hiding?” The room’s occupants watched on as her brows furrowed in concentration, and a big smile filled her face as she said, “There you are!”

Y/N rubbed her stethoscope with an alcohol wipe. She warmed the diaphragm on her gloved palm before placing it where the baby was positioned. She listened and counted the heartbeat with a soft smile.

“Perfect!” Y/N exclaimed when she was finished.

“Told you I was fine!” Jess mumbled grumpily.

“Yeah, well,” Y/N smirked. “This is way better than me having to write up an incident report because a pregnant woman on my watch goes and faints on me. Again,” she smirked, remembering her first day here. “I’ll never apologise for doing my job, Jess,” Y/N smiled warmly, winked, and wheeled back on the stool before she stood and slid it under Dean’s bed.

“You look so pretty in purple, Y/N/N. It matches your eyes a whole lot,” he slurred as if he’d just noticed the colour of her scrubs for the first time, and she laughed; pure, unabashed, and genuine, making Dean grin like a little kid. 

“Thank you,” she smirked.

“Can I ask a favour, princess?” Dean asked her.

“Shoot,” she smiled in response.

“The kid I got out. Can you find out how he’s doing for me?” Dean pleaded, and she laughed at the coincidence.

“He’s one of my other patients. Charming little guy. He asked me out for ice cream!” she chuckled. “Lucas Maxwell is four years old and now wants to be a firefighter, though I’m not too sure Mom is happy with his sudden career change from driving a tractor to fighting fires,” she grinned widely.

“He has minor smoke inhalation and is hooked up to oxygen. He told me in great detail about how you swooped in at the last second and flew him to safety!” Y/N giggled at Dean’s chuckle. “He’s being monitored for a few more hours but should be home for dinner.”

“I’m glad he’s okay,” he yawned.

“Get some rest, De. I’ll come to check in again soon, and you better be asleep, or there’ll be trouble, alright?” she said as she looked down at him and cupped his cheek with a fond smile.

“Yes, ma’am!” he saluted her, and she laughed at how adorable high Dean was. Y/N said her goodbyes to the room and headed to the waiting room to update Firehouse 3 about their Captain’s condition.

“Y/N?” Bobby asked as soon as she walked into the family room. All eyes were on her, and Benny and a guy with the bluest eyes she’d ever seen smiled warmly at her. “How’s Dean?”

“Dean’s injuries are mostly superficial. He has four broken ribs, but luckily, none punctured his lungs, and the smoke inhalation should clear in a day or two. There is no sign of brain or spinal trauma, which is good, but he’ll be closely monitored for any changes over the next few days. We’ve given him morphine for the pain, and he’s resting comfortably.”

Every firefighter thanked her with a tight hug, as did Jo Harvelle and the other paramedic she didn’t know. Benny and the blue-eyed man approached her last.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you, Y/N. I’ve heard a lot about you. I’m Castiel Novak, Dean’s friend,” Mr Blue Eyes said as he pulled her into a hug.

“Nice to meet you, Castiel,” she smiled kindly.

“Good to see you again, cher,” Benny grinned as he pulled her into his embrace.

“You too, Benny. It’s been a while!” she grinned and wrapped her arms around him, squeezing tightly.

Bobby visibly relaxed when Y/N came through the door and declared Dean was fine and would make a full recovery. After his squad hugged her, he pulled her from the room for a more private conversation.

“Sorry if they overwhelmed you, princess,” he smiled softly.

“It’s fine. The firefighters in Chicago were the same. You guys are a family, and I know the relief you feel when one of your own makes it through.”

“I forgot you had a “friend” in the CFD,” Bobby grinned, and his reddening cheeks made her laugh. “Did you talk to him?” he asked. All previous traces of teasing were gone, and his seriousness took over.

“He’s injured and pumped full of morphine, and I’m working,” she sighed at his scoff.

“You need to talk to him,” Bobby pleaded.

“And I will,” she said, feeling her temper flare. “When he’s not off his face on drugs, and I’m off the clock and don’t have other patients to care for!” she said as calmly as she could.

Uncle Bobby was only trying to help them move on with their lives, either with each other or by getting over each other. She knew that, but he was hard-headed and didn’t like taking no for an answer.

“Everything okay here?” Jody said to the pair, who were glaring at one another. Standing beside her husband, she kissed his cheek, causing him to break the standoff off first.

“Everything is just peachy, Jody. I was telling Uncle Bobby that Dean is fine and will make a full recovery. He’s delighted, obviously, but seems to think I need to have a serious conversation with him right this second while he’s high on morphine and probably doesn’t even remember me being in the room with him less than five minutes ago.”

“Y/N…” Bobby started, but she cut him off.

“I promise, alright? I promise I’ll talk to him when he’s off the morphine and I’m not working. If you’ll excuse me, I have patients who need me,” she snapped a little more viciously than she intended before storming away.

Y/N was shaken when her patient’s mother told her Dean had jumped from a building. He could’ve died and was extremely lucky only to have a few broken ribs. The thought of that happening before she saw and talked to him put her emotions into overdrive.

“Bobby, I told you to leave it be! They’re both adults and can sort their own shit out. Let them!” Jody scolded. “If you keep pushing her, she’ll close off to you and Dean. Is that what you want?” 

“Of course not! She’s been back for six weeks, Jody, and this is the first time they’re even laying eyes on each other! I want them to get their shit together and finally have the life they should have been living for the past twelve years! Dean could have died!” Bobby fumed, his eyes watering, and Jody wrapped her arms around him in the embrace that always calmed him down.

“I know, honey, but we need to step back and let it happen. We know they still love each other, but they don’t know how the other feels or if there’ll be resentment or awkwardness. They’ve both probably been too scared to make the first move.

“It’s tragic that it’s taken Dean being admitted to the hospital for them to see each other for the first time, but the ice has been broken now, and we just have to trust that it’ll make it easier for them to have that talk now.”

“You’re right. I know, you’re right. I just hate seeing them still hurting because of that useless, abusive, drunken bastard. They could’ve had a family by now, Jody! He stopped that from happening, and I’ll be damned if I watch them be torn apart again.”

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[disappointmentthemusical]

[A/N: I don't speak Spanish, so the conjugation was based off French. Forgive (and correct) any errors.]

Chris isn't one to brag, but he has a lot of friends. Like, a lot.

Not all of his friends are kids like him (some of them are old like his dad and Buck), but he's still kinda popular at school. He's not the most popular kid, though.

That would be Jesse.

Everyone think Jesse's, like, super awesome — 'cause he is. He always has the newest game for his Switch, he's the fastest kid in their grade, and he was the only one in their class to get all three ice cream scoops and toppings at the multiplication tables party. He's basically the coolest kid Chris knows.

And he invited Chris to his house to play.

To say that this was an honor would be an understatement. Dad and Buck are always telling him that popularity doesn't matter, and it's your "character" that's important. Chris thinks that's all fine — and true (because Dad and Buck know everything, so if they say something doesn't matter, then it doesn't) — but it doesn't change the fact that Jesse is the most popular kid at school. And he wants to be Chris' friend.

Dad has one of his super, really long shifts that weekend — something about covers (?) — so Buck agreed to stay over Friday night and drop Chris off at Jesse's in the morning. The drive over takes a lot longer than Chris would like, but it's not so bad because it means he and Buck can listen to an entire episode of a podcast about pollinators, though Buck says he doesn't care if wasps have a job to do — he's making Dad kill every one that gets in the house.

"Have you seen a wasp, Chris?!" he asks incredulously when Chris can't help but laugh at his obvious fear. "They're huge! One bite could kill me!"

Chris tilts his head back and laughs, clasping his hands together. For such a big man, Buck can be so silly sometimes.

"Oh?" Buck narrows his eyes in the rearview mirror. "You think this is funny, do you? Laughing at my pain, huh?"

Chris covers his mouth his hands, trying to stifle his giggles, but he's not very successful. "No."

"That's fine. This just means I can use you as a shield next time we have one at the house 'cause you're obviously not afraid of them."

This just makes Chris laugh harder. "No!" he cries through giggles. "I'm the kid; you have to protect me from wasps."

"Nuh uh. I'm a scaredy cat, remember? You have to hug me when we watch E.T., and now you get wasp body guard duty 'cause you're so much braver than I."

"E.T.'s not even scary!"

"Um, yes it is? You've seen what he looks like, right? Scary."

They pull up to Jesse's house a few moments later, and Jesse opens the front door before they even get out of the car.

"C'mon," he says, waving his hand for them to hurry up. "I have something I want to show you!"

"Jesse! Manners." A short round woman steps up behind him who Chris assumes is Jesse's mom.

Buck sticks a hand out to the woman when they get to the door. "Hi, I'm Buck. It's nice to meet you. Thanks so much for having Christopher over."

"Beth," Jesse's mom says, shaking Buck's hand. "And it's no worries; Jesse's been looking forward to this all week. We're happy to have him."

Buck opens his mouth, and Chris knows it's going to be grown up stuff like Chris' allergies and pick up time, so he tugs on Buck's shirt to get his attention.

"Can we go play now?" He pouts his lip in a way knows will make Buck forget about correcting him for being "rude."

"Yeah, yeah," Buck says with a sigh and runs a hand through Chris' hair. "Gimme a kiss, and I'll see you later, buddy."

Chris tilts his head to receive his forehead kiss goodbye. "Bye, Buck, love you. Please make tacos for dinner."

Buck's breath puffs against his face when he laughs before straightening back up. "Yes, sir. Tacos it is. Now go play — and be good. Love you."

Chris offers him a small wave before following Jesse inside. He can still hear Buck and Mrs. Jesse's Mom talking when the door closes, though he ignores it in favor of taking in the size of Jesse's house. It looked big on the outside, but the inside is even bigger. Hopefully Jesse will be down to watch a movie on the huge TV he spots mounted on the far wall.

"Why do you call your dad by his name?" Jesse asks as they walk through the living room to the backyard.

"Buck? Oh, that's because–" Chris cuts himself off, frowning. Why does he call Buck by his name? "I dunno."

He guesses it's because he can't call Buck "dad," 'cause Dad is Dad. (Sometimes Daddy, but not so much anymore 'cause Chris is a big boy, and only babies call their dad "daddy." Well, big boys also call their dad "daddy" after nightmares or when they're sad and want hugs, but those are special occasions and don't count.) Buck is, well, Buck.

But Buck is also like his other dad, isn't he? So shouldn't he call him something different? Before, when Buck was just his best friend, calling him his name was OK, but things are different now. They've been through a lot together, and Buck is more than just his best friend — plus he makes food better than anyone Chris knows. Maybe not Abuela, but close. So "Buck" isn't good enough, anymore.

He's not able to think about it much longer because Jesse shrugs his shoulders — he doesn't care enough about the question to be bothered by Chris' non-answer — and asks if Chris wants to see the dead snake he found behind his mom's rose bush the other day. Chris, never having seen a dead thing before, readily agrees.

Jesse's house is a lot of fun. They play outside for a while, looking for cool bugs, though Jesse's mom says they're not allowed to bring them inside. She eventually calls them in for lunch, which is sandwiches and mac'n'cheese. It's fine. Not as good as Buck's, though, and Chris wonders briefly what the difference could be — does Buck put extra love in Chris' sandwiches? — before Jesse offers to show him his Switch.

Jesse has a bunch of cool toys and gadgets — like, all of the ones Chris has seen on TV during commercials — and he's a really good sharer, so Chris gets to try them all. It's pretty fun, but he's tired by the time Buck comes to pick him up.

On the drive home, Buck puts on another podcast — this one about what Christopher Columbus was really like — and they listen to it quietly. Chris watches Buck from the back seat and thinks about Jesse's question.

Is it bad to call Buck his name?

He remembers one time when he tried calling Dad his name 'cause a girl on TV called her dad his name, and it made Dad, like, really sad. Not sad like he cried, but Chris could tell that it hurt his feelings. He'd spent the night in Dad's bed after that to cuddle, and he never tried to do it again.

Does it make Buck sad that Chris calls him his name?

"Whatcha thinkin' about back there, bud?" Buck asks, eyebrows furrowed in the rearview, giving himself what Chris likes to call his Wi-Fi lines.

Chris thinks about telling Buck about Jesse's question but decides not to. It's good to think about things before making a decision, and Chris doesn't feel like he's thinked enough.

"Can I tell you later?"

Buck nods his head. "All right, you let me know when you're ready to talk. Just remember that I love you, and there's nothing you can't tell me or Dad, OK?"

"I know; I love you, too. I'm still thinkin', though."

"And that's OK, too."

When they get home, Chris goes to his room to build his legos, while Buck continues dinner prep. Tia Pepa gave Buck a tortilladora as a surprise gift, so now Buck refuses to have tortillas that aren't made by hand in the house. Dad thinks Buck is being silly, but Chris doesn't mind it. It's fun to help Buck press the tortillas, even if it takes a while to make them all, and they taste the best in the whole world (except for Abuela's).

In his room, he doesn't actually build legos. Instead, he rips a piece of paper out of his school notebook and sits down on his bed, pencil against his chin. His teacher at school said sometimes it's better to draw out thoughts to help organize them, just like how he has to count sticks sometimes when he's doing math. Maybe this will help with the "Buck" question.

At the top of the page, he writes "dad" in big letters and underlines it, then he puts a bullet point underneath. Biting his lip, he hesitates for a second before writing "strong" in his neatest handwriting. Another bullet point.

"Fire fiter."

"hansum."

He taps his pencil on the page. What else?

"Loves Chris and Buck."

"Loves Abwella."

"Loves Tia Pepa."

"Funny."

"Likes to wach fiteing"

"Hates Hildy."

"Best at pushing the swings."

Looking over his list, he counts how many bullet points he has under his breath. One, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight, nine, 10. Ten things about Dad that make him a dad.

He flips the page over and writes "Buck" in big letters and underlines it. He puts down 10 bullet points down the page and doesn't wait to write down the first several points.

"Strong."

"Fire fiter"

"hansum."

"Loves Chris and Dad."

"Loves Abwella."

"Loves Tia Pepa."

Those are all the same, but Dad and Buck can't have the same lists because Dad is Dad and Buck is, well. That's the question, isn't it?

Chris stares at the page, thinking hard. What are things that make Buck like his dad, but not his Dad?

His pencil hovers above the page for a second before he nods and writes his answer down.

"Cries alot."

But he doesn't cry a lot because he's sad, though, right? It's a different type of crying, the kind that makes Dad's eyes crinkle in a smile, even though his mouth doesn't move.

He adds another point.

"Silly."

Buck also likes to read books with Chris, and not all the books are adventure books. Sometimes they're books with the author's purpose to inform (just like he learned about in school), and Buck also puts on learning podcasts in the car. That has to mean something.

He writes "smart."

OK, just one more. What should he write, though? It's kinda funny to think that he knows Bucks so well, just like Buck knows him, but he can't think of all the things he knows when he wants to. Dad says he and Buck are starting to forget things 'cause they're old. Maybe Chris is getting old, too.

He takes a deep breath through his nose and hums when he can smell dinner cooking. Buck is so good at cooking. He wishes Buck could move in so that they could always eat Buck's food.

Oh! That's a good point.

"Good cooker."

There, that's 10 things that make Buck his dad.

What now?

Before he can continue think-writing, Buck calls him for dinner.

"Wash your hands, buddy," Buck says when he enters the kitchen.

Chris shakes a finger at him. "En español, por favor."

"Ah," Buck says, shaking his head and smiling, "sí, sí. Lava tú manos, mijo."

A few months ago, Abuela had made an offhand comment that Chris' Spanish wasn't very good anymore, and Dad had kinda freaked out, just a little. From what Chris understands, he feels like he's done a bad job teaching Chris because they usually only speak English at the house, though Chris doesn't feel like this is all Dad's fault. Mom hadn't even known Spanish, and Grandma and Abuelo speak English with him, too.

But now Abuela and Tia Pepa only speak Spanish when he's with them, and Dad made it a rule that they speak only Spanish during meals. As a result, Buck is learning Spanish, too. (Though, apparently, he already knew some because he used to live in Peru, but he had a funny accent that's only now getting better. It used to make Tia Pepa laugh to hear him speak.)

Just like Chris knew it would be, dinner is delicious. He's unable to fully enjoy it, though, because he's still thinking about dad-Buck. What's he supposed to call him?

Buck must notice that he's distracted because, unlike usual, he lets Chris get away with answering only a few questions about his play date. The rest of the meal is spent in comfortable silence.

"Ayúdame a lavar los platos," Buck says, collecting their plates. "Luego, lavate y acuéstate."

"Will you read me a story?" Chris asks and shrugs at the look Buck gives him. What? Dinner's over.

He spends his time in the bath thinking some more. What are other names to call a dad? Chris is only aware of two, and it would be too confusing to have to have Dad and Daddy when sometimes Dad is Daddy, too. What else is there?

It's not until halfway through his bedtime story — a chapter book about a porcelain rabbit named Edward — that it hits him. Of course! It's so obvious. How could he have not thought of it earlier?

Buck puts the book aside, marking their page with a bookmark Chris got from the Scholastic Book Fair a month ago, and tucks the covers under Chris' body, pressing a firm kiss into his forehead.

"Buck?" Chris asks before Buck pulls away completely.

"Yeah, buddy?"

"I'm ready to talk about what I was thinking about."

"Oh," Buck says, resettling on the edge of Chris' bed. "OK. What's up?"

"Well," Chris starts but then pauses, biting his lip. He sends Buck an unsure look. What if Buck doesn't want him to call him anything but his name? What if he gets mad? Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all.

Buck runs a soothing hand through his hair, though, and it makes him relax. "Whatever you have to say, buddy, I promise you it's gonna be all right. If it's a problem, I'll do everything I can to help fix it, OK?"

Nodding his head, Chris releases a breath. This is Buck. Buck loves him, and he loves Buck, and it's going to OK, just like Buck promised.

He decides to say it all at once:

"Jesse asked me why I don't call you 'dad,' and I didn't know what to tell him 'cause you're my dad, but Dad's Dad. A-and I remembered that it made Dad sad when I called him his name, and I don't want you to be sad that I call you 'Buck,' but I wasn't sure what I should call you, but I think I know now."

Buck had a really strange look on his face. His face was red and his eyes were really wide (so wide, Chris was a little afraid they might fall out) and wet, like Buck was going to cry.

Oh, no.

Was Buck upset? Is he going to cry because of what Chris said? Oh, no.

Before he could get too nervous, though, Buck bent down and gave him a huge, squeezing hug, pressing kisses on his face and hair. Chris giggled when it tickled.

"You can call me whatever you want, buddy," Buck said, leaning back but not releasing Chris. "I love you like you're my own son, and that won't change, even if you want to keep calling me 'Buck.'"

"I don't want someone else to ask me, though. I don't like it that they might think you're not my dad."

"OK, what would you like to call me?"

"Well, Dad's 'dad,' and I don't know any other words in English to call you, so I thought, maybe, I could call you 'papí,' 'cause me and Dad are hispanish."

"Hispanic," Buck corrects gently, smiling at him. "And I think that sounds perfect. Thank you, Christopher. I don't think you know how much this means to me."

"I love you, Papí."

"I love you, too."

The next morning when Chris comes down for breakfast, Dad's already at the table, drinking a cup of coffee, while Papí scrambles eggs on the stove.

"Dad!" he says, rushing over to give his dad a hug.

Dad stands and picks him up under his arms, swinging him around before squeezing him in a hug.

"Hey, mijo," he says with a big smile. "Papí was just telling me about you two's conversation last night."

Chris picks his head up from where it's resting on Dad's shoulder and sends him a look. "Is that OK? You're still Dad, but Papí's also my dad and I thought–"

"Hey," Dad says gently, running a hand up and down his back, "it's all good. You're right; Papí is like your other dad, and I know he loves you just as much as I do, and that's a whole, whole lot. We're family, no matter what, and it's good to use words that fit that."

"Yeah," Chris agrees, snuggling back into his dad's arms. "We are family."

So, yeah, Chris had a lot of friends, and some of them were old. But he also had two dads, and that was even cooler than any of Jesse's toys.

[nattinatalia]

Urban Wyatt x Reader : YOU LOST MOMMY AND DADDY

A/N : I don’t know where I was going with this. I had a plan but it went all over the place like every fic I have lol so enjoy.

The moment you and Urban decided to take some time apart you had made a quick and judgmental decision and packed yours and your daughters stuff and moved back to Los Angeles.

You thought it would’ve been easier on you, but once you realized it was the complete opposite you decided to move back to Louisville KY.

Plus, Urban and Cassie didn’t deserve to be far apart from each other. You and Urban had one important rule, and that was to always do right for Cassie when it comes to coparenting, never let the problems between the both of you affect her.

So here you were settling into your new house with your best friend's help, while Urban and Jack took Cassie, Mia and Ezequiel out for some frozen yogurt.

“Are you sure you’re totally fine moving back here? I know those three months back in your hometown were hard, but I can’t imagine this being any easier.” Jess says.

“It’s not easy but it’s not hard either.” You shrug, “Him and I are in a good place and we’ll forever be tied down to each other. Plus, you and Jack have been a huge help and also Maggie, you don’t understand she checks up on me all the time and offers to watch Cassandra if I ever need alone time.”

Jess smiles, “We will always be here for you three, no matter what.”

“Thank you.”

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Two hours later Jack was walking in with the kids, but Cassie was having a full on crying session and yelling her little lungs out.

“Cassie, babygirl please relax.” Jack tells her.

"YOU LOST MY MOMMY AND DADDY." Cassie yells, tears running down her face, pouting at her Tio Jack.

“I know and I’m sorry.”

“No, no sorry, get my parents.”

“What is going on?”

Jack turns to face his wife “Babe, please help me, I don’t know what to do.”

“Cassie, what’s wrong little mama?” Jess kneels down in front of her.

“Ti-tio Jack lost my mommy and daddy.” Cassie whimpers out.

Jess furrows her eyebrows. “Your mommy is in the other room, baby.” Jess sees Urban walking in, “And look, there’s your daddy.”

“NO MY OTHER MOMMY AND DADDY.”

“I looked everywhere, I can’t find them.” Urban announces, scratching at his head.

Cassie glares at Jack “You big mean guy.”

“Cassie, please forgive me.”

She shakes her head “NO”

“It’s what you get daddy, you don’t lose something important.” Mia sasses Jack.

Ezequiel is watching the exchange while chewing on some baby carrots.

“It was an accident.” He turns to look at Cassie, “I promise to get you more.”

She glares at that “Noo, I want my daddy and mommy back.”

“Okay I’m confused now.” Jessica says, standing up. She’s looking at the kids, then at Jack and Urban, waiting for an explanation.

You finally walk into the living room and notice your daughter's face is red from crying. “Oh baby, what's the matter?”

Cassie runs up to you, so you carry her. “Tio Jack perdió my other mommy and daddy.”

You glare at Urban and Jack.

You rub at Cassie’s back, “It’s okay, I’m sure they’re hiding somewhere.”

“I’m still confused.” Jess says.

“Her Care Bears, she got them when we moved and she’s been attached to them, she calls them mommy and daddy as a play thing.” Urban explains.

“So recall your steps, where did you last see them?” You ask.

“Yeah daddy.” Mia says, “When was the last time you saw them?”

“I don’t remember.” Jack says.

“Where did you guys go? Maybe call the place and ask if they’ve seen them?” Jess suggests.

“I gave them to Tio to take care of them mami.” Cassie whispers out.

“I know but Ez was running around so I had to go after him and I don’t remember where they went after that.”

“Dad, it not my fault.” Ez says, looking at his dad while taking a bite from a carrot.

“I know little man, I’m not saying it is.”

“Let’s go see your new bed yeah baby? Meanwhile tio can look for them.” Urban says.

You, Cassie and Urban walk out the living room leaving Jack and his family there.

“Babe, what did you do? I can’t believe you lost her peluches.” Jess says.

“It wasn’t on purpose, I honestly thought I had left them in the backpack.” Jack is scrolling through his phone, texting Neelam and asking her for a huge favor.

“Y/N will probably have a tough time putting her to sleep if Cassie is used to sleeping with them.”

Jack sighs, “I’m working on it.”

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“P-papi, I want my plushies.” Cassie sobs out.

Urban brushes her hair to the back of her ears, “I know mamas, take a nap and when you wake up, I’m sure they’ll be back.”

“But I can’t, I need them next to me now.”

“Hey.” You sit at the edge of her bed. “Estoy segura que tu papá y nino van a encontrar tus peluches.” You smile at her. “I’ll lay with you while they look?”

Cassie nods, “okay.” She faces Urban “Sorry I’m being baby, I just sad.”

Urban smiles at her, “You are a baby, and you’re allowed to cry over it.”

“I no baby, I'm three.” She puts up three fingers.

“Okay, you’re my big baby, how does that sound?”

“Good.” She nods.

Urban kisses her forehead and walks out the bedroom, leaving you and Cassie to sleep.

“Did you find them?” He asks Jack.

“No, but I found some nearby and Neelam is about to pick them up and bring them here.���

“Don’t you think Cassie will notice that they are new and not her actual bears?” Jess asks.

“Babe, what do you want me to do? I don’t know where I left them and I’m not about to have my goddaughter hate me.”

Jess shakes her head, “Relax with your dramatics.”

“I just can’t believe we lost them, hopefully Y/N was able to get her down for her nap. She was crying for them.” Urban says, taking in a deep breath.

“Way to make me feel more bad.” Jack mumbles out. He looks at his phone, “Neelam is here with backup.”

They both head to the front door.

“I can’t believe you dragged me out of bed on my day off, for all of these.” Neelam is glaring at Jack.

“That’s why you get paid extra.” Jack shrugs. “Thank you though.”

“Dude, why all of these?” Urban asks, looking at all the boxes in disbelief.

“Backup, now she has some extra and I can’t be blamed for losing them.”

“What’s all this?” You ask, walking into the living room with Cassie in your arms.

“Daddy bought Cassie more plushies.” Mia answers her, smiling.

Cassie asks to be put down and she runs towards the boxes of Care Bears. “You buy me new ones Nino?”

Jack nods, “Yeah, I’m sorry I lost your original ones.”

Cassie hugs him. “It okay Nino” she pulls back and points her index finger at him. “Don’t dos it again.”

“I promise.”

“Que se dice Cassandra?” You remind her.

“Ohhh, thank yous Nino Jack Jack.” She smiles.

“Want me to help you open them up mama?”

“Yes please, daddy.” She jumps excitedly.

Urban and Jack are helping Cassie open up all the boxes to free the bears.

“So.” Mia says smugly.

Everyone is staring at her now.

“We won’t need these then?” She opens up Jack’s carry-on backpack and pulls out Cassie’s original plushies.

“WHAT THE?!”

“MIA.”

“You had one job daddy, it’s a lesson.” Mia hands Cassie her bears. “I told you they were nearby.” she rolls her eyes.

“That’s not nice Mia.” Ez says, glaring at her. “You made Cashie cry.”

“It was a prank.”

“Mia, your brother is right, you know how important those were to Cassie. She was crying for them.” Jess tries to scold her.

“It okay, don’t be mad at her.” Cassie says. “I have all these now.” She points at the bears on the floor.

“Still not okay that you did that bug.”

“I’m sorry.” She groans. “Nino, Nina, I’m sorry I made Cassie cry.”

“Like you said, it was a prank. Your Nino and dad should’ve kept a good eye on all the items.” You reassure your goddaughter.

“See? All happy.” Mia smiles. “Cassie has her mommy and daddy back.”

“I’m confused?” Neelam says from her spot on the couch. She had stayed after she dropped off the boxes. “Y/N and Urban are done with their little petty break?”

“No.” You answer her. “She means her Care Bears.”

“And it’s not a petty break.” Urban says, staring at Neelam.

“Mommy, daddy, can you help me take all my daddy’s and mommy’s to bed?” Cassie asks, trying to carry all the bears.

You and Urban do just that, and help her get into bed so she can finally take her nap.

“So did you like my prank?” Mia asks.

“No young lady. You’ll be on time out.” Jack tells her.

“B-but why? Not my fault you lost them.” She shrugs. “I pick them up when you and nino were getting yogurt for us.”

“I blame Druski somehow.” Urban announces when he’s passing by to get a sippy cup with milk.

“I blame him too.” You yell out from Cassie’s bedroom.

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urbanwyatt When Tio Jack looses your daughters favorite plushies, he stocks you up with bunch of them, only to find out his daughter had them all along 😅 it was a stressful day to say the least.

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jackharlow Broke my heart seeing he cry 😢 Mia was definitely put on timeout for this.

yourusername Noo my baby, she confessed and said it was a prank. Let her be.

jessicaharlow I’m not excusing my daughters behavior, but also, let this be a lesson. Never take your eyes away from the kids or their favorite toys.

neelamthadhani Yeah thank you to me because I’m the one who picked them up and dropped them off.

jackharlow You got paid, thank you though.

druski Mia is learning, I love it.

urbanwyatt I FUCKING KNEW IT!!!!!!!!

jackharlow Count your days.

cozane I’m just saying, if I was there I wouldn’t have lost her mommy and daddy plushies.

jackharlow AVATAR SHUT THE HELL UP!

yourusername 😭😭😭😭

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[skepsiss]

Can you please recommend your favorite Steddie fics? One that you wrote one that someone else wrote?

Oh! Sure! I have to admit that I am very bad at reading fics because it is difficult for me to read off screens so I have a short attention span for fics. I have however read some great ones, but I'll highlight one. Fav of someone else's fic:

No Regrets by @strangersteddierthings

Loved it so much that I made a graphic for it! (That Jess now uses as a banner for the fic!!! /flattered). I really enjoy the concept, and I'm a sucker for Steve feeling guilty about things out of his control and then trying to do something about it.

As a summary, "No Regrets" is about Steve finding a way to go back in time to change the events of Season 4 Stranger Things. He can affect things marginally and then sees how much has changed in the "present day" through those actions. Essentially retrospectively stopping the apocalypse and trying to save everyone.

My favourite fic that I've written in the steddie verse is probably:

Because I want you

It's on my Ao3 account and definitely isn't a popular fic of mine, but I feel like I really captured Eddie's raw emotions so well here. The fic is just an excerpt of a bigger idea. It's a very self-indulgent fic because it's a "far in the future" AU where Eddie becomes a "Wraith" and Steve and him end up in a relationship. Only for that relationship to fall apart in their mid-twenties because of Eddie's addictions. This fic takes place AFTER all of that (their early/mid-30s), when they're both dads, and they're trying to rekindle their relationship.

Eddie has a lot of guilt surrounding their breakup and he struggles a lot with forgiving himself. His emotions are so incredibly raw and he is so vulnerable here, but I think Eddie's mindset is really relatable to anyone who has ever harboured guilt over their actions--big or small. I know guilt is an extremely visceral emotion for me, and when I've hurt someone I feel that so incredibly deeply.

Anyway! I made Eddie suffer a lot, but in the end Steve is always his biggest supporter.

[wedreamedlove]

Hello! what are the LN men flower motifs? how do they correspond to them?

OSBORN = IRIS (鸢尾花)

The monsoon of early summer climbs onto the window sill, and the iris prepares to bloom.

in china, irises represent messengers of love and long-lasting longing. in europe, it symbolizes light and freedom. in egypt, it symbolizes strength and eloquence. blue irises in particular represent a pure and unadorned love.

EVAN = DATURA (曼陀罗花)

Someone like him should not possess the light.

daturas, also known as devil's trumpet, are a genus of highly poisonous plants that belong to the nightshade family. red ones in particular mean a bloody love... haha. i think it's appropriate for this man's intensity.

SARIEL = EPIPHYLLUM (昙花)

At the end of life, he thought on how he never truly appreciated the course of a Queen of the Night's bloom, and suddenly he felt intensely unreconciled.

queen of the night's have always represented the fleeting moment of eternal beauty because they bloom once a year and only for one night. this one is a bit more abstract and, at the beginning of the game, it fits Sariel because of how his degeneration was going to make him die within the year. now though, i think it fits the "fleeting" moment Sariel and the heroine have together because of their different lifespan. he will outlive her.

CHARLIE = CLEMATIS (铁线莲)

Please forgive me for I have sinned because of you.

clematis represent nobility, a beautiful heart, and change. in china, they're also seen to symbolize loyalty, tenacity, and steadfastness. it fits when we think of how Charlie continues to persist in saving people and the world when it's so dark.

JESSE = PERUVIAN LILY (六出花)

To him, there's nothing happier than reuniting with her again!

it has a very obvious meaning in relation to Jesse, the joy and expectation of meeting again! orange ones in particular though can also symbolize passion, an awakening, and uplifting feelings.

[whorekneecentral]

Promt 15 with virgil van dijk please, the innocence kink, and can it be with a slight age gap? X

all my favourite things in one <33 // prompt: “come sit on my lap.” 

tw: age gap (reader is 22-24) 

“Where are you off too, pretty girl?” Your boyfriend calls from the kitchen, you swear he had some sort of stupid super sonic hearing because you didn’t even make a sound as you came down the stairs and yet, he knew you were there.

You grumbled, walking into the kitchen. “How do you always do that?” 

Virgil was sat on one of the chairs by the table, the steam coming from the mug indicating that he just made something and by the smell of it, it was green tea. “Want a sip?” He offered, lifting the mug but you shook your head no, you never understood how he drank that stuff. 

The man repeats his question from earlier when he see your outfit. “Where are you off too?” 

It was pretty late, well not really but it was for Virgil, considering he's been up since 6 that morning. “Out with Jess and the girls,” you tell him and he nods. 

“Where are you guys going?” He sets the mugs back down and you shrug. 

“Not sure yet, maybe dinner.” Virgil’s brows furrowed, the wrinkles on his forehead appearing as he looked at you. Both of you knew dinner was not where you were headed. 

He pats his thigh, “come sit on my lap.” 

Before you even register, you were walking over to him and preached on his thigh, an arm over his shoulder.  Your boyfriend’s got your chin between his thumb and index finger, pulling your focus to him. “You know I don’t like when you lie to me, sweetheart.” 

“Me?” you fein shock, “lie? I’m offended that you think I would ever lie to you, Virgil.” 

The man smiles, nodding. “Of course, forgive me. You’d never lie to me, right?” You can feel his hand rubbing up your bare thigh, and you’re already melting against him. 

“Now I have to ask,” he kissed down your jaw, “is this what you wear to dinner nowadays?” 

He glances at your outfit; your little blue top barely covered enough to meet your skirt, which stopped mid thigh and your knee high boots of course, it’s still cold out after all. 

“Mhm hm.” 

You’re leaning back into his chest, Virgil's hand slipping between your thigh, fingers wandering dangerously close to exactly where you want it but then he just stops. 

His hand goes and he’s nudging you off his lap. You turn to face him, clearly confused. “Wha- Why’d you do that?” You asked, a pout playing on your pink coloured lips. 

His head tilts, looking at you just as confused as you looked at him. “You’re going to dinner, aren't you?” 

“Virg,” you pouted, sitting yourself back on his lap. 

The man watches as you pull his hand back to where it was, this time you were facing him and you can feel him moving his hand soooo painfully slow. “I’ll cancel dinner,” you whispered to him and he smiles. 

“That’s my girl.” 

[pixi3h0ll0w]

Ultraviolence

Warnings: angst, ellie leaving to go find Abby and kill her, mentions of death, reader is Dina’s sister, let’s just say your gonna cry.

You were woken up by a noise downstairs, looking to the other side of the bed to wake Ellie up you were only met with an empty side of the bed and the you realized ellie was the one downstairs.

You shook your head lightly smiling walking downstairs, “el what’d I say about making midnight snacks—" you stopped frowning Ellie had a bag she was leaving?

“Oh god.” You let out a choked sob, “Ellie—“ Ellie knew what you were going to say so she stopped you. “Don’t, make this harder then it has to be.” You walk up to her, “don’t do this Ellie please.”

“I have to, I have to finish it.”

You stopped the scar on your stomach was showing from where Abby had stabbed you when you had risked your life for Ellie’s, it meant nothing. “Joel is dead, Ellie he’s not coming back you killing this girl will mean nothing .” You seethe and Ellie scoffs at you.

“It’ll mean she’s dead.” She says turning back around as you grab her chin making her look at you, “el— I love you, everything I did in Seattle was for you.”

“If you go.. how do I know your not dead somewhere hm? How do I know I’m not wasting away my life waiting for you?!” You shove her a bit. “I don’t plan on dying.”

“Yeah? Well neither did Joel, Jesse, or Dina.” Your words wound her because your right they didn’t want to die. Dina and Jesse had their hole lives ahead of them, and Joel.. he was meant to always be here.

“I’m not like you y/n I can’t eat I can’t sleep—" you stop her angry and upset, “my sister died trying to save you she lost her boyfriend and her baby along with her life!”

“Joel wouldn’t want this.” Ellie pressed your foreheads together. “You know he would do the same for me.” Her voice was so calm and yours was shaking.

“No, no..” you sobbed clinging onto her coat only for her to kiss your forehead and grab her bag, “you go— I’m not gonna do this again.”

“Then don’t.” She says looking at you one last time before turning away and walking out the door leaving you there broken hearted and all alone.

I’m so sorry for this!! I was feeling a lil angsty and got carried away…. Love y’all ?? Forgive me <3

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For the Night Part 4

AN: Here we go!

Synopsis: You and Jack have finally made up and the two of you were now closer than ever, however your heart is on the fence with a decision you have to make and little do you know that two other people are going to find out about the pregnancy

Pairing: Jack Harlow x Reader

Read Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3 first

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It had been a few weeks since Jack had originally asked you to move in with him and you still hadn't given him an answer.

He didn't want to rush you by any means but he was getting antsy.

He understood your hesitations because he did hurt you, however, he was trying to do anything he could in order to make it up to you.

You were at home after you had gone to class and Jess was with you. Jack had a few things to do, but promised that you two would have a dinner date later. You figured that you might as well ask her opinion on it.

“Bestie, why you so quiet?” Jess asked as she was currently munching on the fish tacos that she had gotten for lunch. You had barely touched your steak tacos and you knew that she would be concerned.

“Jack asked me to move in with him.”

Jessica stopped her movements and simply looked at you.

“Jessica, say something please because I don’t know what to do.”

“Babe, I can’t tell you what to do. You have to make that decision for yourself and if you think that is the best thing for you and my niece, then okay.”

“That isn’t helping me.”

“Well, I mean there’s pros and cons to both. Pro, I can keep an eye on both of you and kick Jack’s ass as needed and the con? Well, living with your baby daddy who at one point wanted nothing to do with you or his child.”

“Well, damn.”

“Just being honest.” Jess said while holding up her hands in defense.

“It’s literally been two weeks since he asked me.”

“Oh, I’m surprised he isn’t breaking down the door with his sudden realization of feelings.”

“You are definitely his number one hater.”

“A title that I embrace. I can’t stand his ass and how he did the both of you. Wait until I get my hands on him.”

“Jess!”

“Can you blame me? You have the biggest heart and you are very forgiving which I love about you. However, it can also come back to bite you in the ass. I can’t even fathom if he goes back on his word after everything that he has put you through.”

“I try not to think about it.”

“I just… you’re my best friend and I worry about you. I always want to make sure you’re okay.”

“Jessica…hormones….please don’t make me cry.”

“Sorry, just telling it like it is!” She said before bringing you into a hug.

“But, whatever you decide, I will support you 100%. Now go eat something and take a nap because I know you’re tired.”

Jessica made sure that you were asleep before taking your phone and pulling up Jack on facetime. She was going to give him a piece of her mind one way or the other.

“Hey ba…. Oh….”

“Okay Harlow, you listen and you better listen good. Y/N is my best friend and I swear on everything that is within God’s green earth that if you even think about going back on your word that I have no hesitations to kill you even if you are my goddaughter’s father.”

“Um…”

“Don’t interrupt me. You put her through absolute hell the first part of this pregnancy and I told her to cut your ass off. But because of her big heart she decided not to. Now, if she does decide to move in with you, that’s fine I am not influencing her decision and I told her that she had to decide that on her own but I swear if you stick one of your damn curls out of line, I will have your ASS.”

“Jessica….”

“Now you may speak.”

“I… I know what I did was wrong and I was scared shitless. Instead of telling her, I tried to act as if it wasn’t happening and I shouldn’t have done that. I was serious about being all in. I’m going to take care of her and our daughter. And I was about to ask her to be my girlfriend before I found out she was pregnant, but after she told me I decided to wait because of how it might have looked to her.”

“She’ll probably say yes if you ask her, but give her a little more time. I’m happy we had this talk. Don’t mess up again.”

You were still sleeping when Jack got to your condo so Jessica opened the door for him and looked him up and down. She decided not to roll her eyes even if she wanted to. 

“Hmm, you are tall. She wasn’t lying about that part. But I will bring you to my height if I have to. Anyway she’s still sleeping, take care of my girl. Nice meeting you in person finally, I guess.”

“Uh, you too.” 

Jessica moved to the side to let him in before grabbing her purse on the table next to the door and leaving out.

Jack locked the door behind him before going to check on you in your bedroom. He took the steps two at a time and once he went into the room saw you sleeping peacefully with your hands resting on your belly and couldn’t do anything but smile.

He slid off his shoes before coming to lay next to you and then heard your voice. You immediately knew it was him because you smelled the cologne that you had gotten him as a gift. Even if the two of you were only friends with benefits, you were close in a lot of other ways too. 

“I missed you today.” You quietly said before turning to your other side to face him.

“I missed you too. How was your day? Is Little Miss behaving herself?” Jack asked before wrapping an arm around you. 

“Uneventful. And she’s been on her best behavior all day. I went to class and Jess bought us lunch and spent the afternoon with me. Where is she by the way?”

“She left a few minutes ago.”

“Shit, did she threaten you?” You curiously asked because knowing how she was she definitely did. 

“I think threatening is putting it lightly. I see why you were hesitant about me meeting her.”

“Well if things had gone a bit differently, she wouldn’t have had to do that. But anyway, moving on.”

“So… I wanted to mention something…”

“What is it?”

“I have a few appearances coming up that I have to go out of state for. I mean I know I’ve been flying back and forth but this will be the longest stretch that I’ve been away from you. And I keep putting things off and of course now people are starting to wonder if something is wrong since I’ve been focusing on you. And I don’t want to let anyone know quite yet since I know a lot is going to come with that.”

“Okay, so go. Don’t let me stop you.”

“But I don’t want to leave you just in case you need me or something happens.”

“I’ll be fine, I have Jessica.”

“I get that, but for my peace of mind I’d rather have eyes on you myself and be close to me. No offense to her.”

“I am nowhere near going into labor. We have a little while until she comes.”

All Jack did was sigh.

“Jack, I know that sigh, but I am not budging on this. You still have a career to focus on.”

“Okay, I have a suggestion then.”

“Which is?”

“You can always come with me, we’ll just have to be discreet.”

“Jack….”

“Please Y/N, I’ve already missed enough as it is. You can bring Jessica too if you want.”

“And how am I supposed to go to class?”

“Oh, I didn’t think about that part.” Jack said while looking down at you. He knew how important your education was to you and wasn’t about to get in the way of it.

“Like I said, I’ll be fine. You worry too much.”

“And it was usually you who worried too much.”

“I promise to give you updates by the hour if that will give you some peace of mind.”

All Jack did was roll his eyes.

“Don’t roll your eyes at me Jackman.”

“But you understand why, right?”

“Yes, but babe the second something happens I will tell you.”

“Fine.”

“Now I was thinking of names and I think I found the perfect one. And I know you definitely won’t argue about her middle name once I tell you.”

Jack had been gone for about a week and of course he was checking on you every single day and making sure you as well as your daughter were okay.

The two of you were currently on a facetime call when he could tell that something was wrong with you and asked you about it.

"Are you okay? You seem like something is bothering you."

"I'm okay, just stressing because finals are coming up that's all. I'm so close to getting this degree and I don't need anything holding me back."

"I know you'll do fine. My baby girl is smart and our daughter will be the same way."

"No doubt in my mind that she'll get her looks and smarts from me."

"HEY!"

"You've seen the latest sonogram. Only thing she might have is your forehead."

"You foul as shit for that." Jack answered before busting out laughing.

"When do we plan on telling everyone about her?" You asked while sitting up against the headboard.

You were dreading this conversation with your parents. They had been taking a year long cruise and they had only seen you through facetime calls from the chest up so they had no idea.

"I mean there's no rush. I know you like your privacy and so do I. You know the second that this comes out, that immediately goes out the window. I'm shielding you both from it as long as possible."

"I appreciate that but Urban doesn't even know, does he?"

"No and I know he's going to give me shit for it when I finally do tell him."

"We'll cross that bridge when we get to it."

"Have you given any more thought to moving in with me?"

"Yes."

"And what's your answer?"

"My answer is that I still don't have one."

"But babe…"

"Jack, you need to understand how much what you did hurt me."

"And I do!"

"If you really cared about me like you said you do, what went down should have never happened between us."

"I know, I'm just trying to make this right."

"And you're on the right path to making it right. However, I still have that fear in the back of my mind that you're going to go back on your word."

"But I'm not! Right before you told me you were pregnant, I was actually going to ask you to be my girlfriend. I haven't done it since I was scared of how that would look to you. That you would think that I was only asking you because you're pregnant when that isn't even the case. I wanted you to be my girlfriend before all of this happened. You can even ask Jessica because I told her the same thing."

All you did was sigh.

"I'm not trying to have this turn into an argument." Jack said while looking at you.

"Me either."

"I've caused you enough stress as it is and the last thing I want to do is cause more. I just want the both of you near me. Can you imagine the paparazzi finding out where you live and they start to harass you? I'm trying to avoid all that. Not saying it wouldn't happen if you were here with me, but at least I would be able to protect you both. I can't do that if you're away from me."

"I'll let you know my answer soon." You said while rubbing your protruding belly.

"I have a radio interview to do so we'll talk later?"

"I'll call you before I go to sleep." You said while giving him a small smile.

Once you hung up with Jack, you yelled for Jessica who had been downstairs in the kitchen fixing food for the two of you.

"What's wrong babe?" She asked while coming to sit next to you and you were trying your best not to cry.

You immediately grabbed her hand and placed it on your stomach.

"Do you feel anything?" You asked and Jess shook her head no.

"She's just probably sleeping. Look who her mother is." She said while laughing since you were known to be able to fall asleep anywhere.

"Jess, I haven't felt her move in two days."

And that’s when her eyes went wide.

"Did you tell Jack!?" She asked immediately jumping up.

"No, I didn't want to freak him out and worry him! He's a five hour plane ride from here!"

"But now I'm freaking out! Didn't you just get off the phone with him!?"

"Yes, but…"

"I'm texting him right now. Slip your shoes on and we're going to the emergency room."

"Jess…."

"No. No negativity. Let's go."

Jess- Jack, I'm taking Y/N to the emergency room

Jack- WHY? IS SOMETHING WRONG WITH HER OR THE BABY? 

Jack- I just talked to her

Jack- oh shit it was probably my doing. Fuck, did I upset her? I knew I shouldn't have brought it up 

Jack- I knew I should've brought her with me

Jess- Try to stay calm. But, she hasn't felt her move in 2 days.

Jack- WHY DIDN’T SHE TELL ME?!

Jess- I said the same thing. I'll call you later once we know something 

Jack- Fuck that. I'm hopping on a plane as soon as I can.

Jess- And what excuse are you going to use in order to leave without anyone finding out about the two of them?

Jack- I'll figure it out

Urban then saw a panicked look on his best friend's face and immediately asked what was wrong with him.

"You okay? Something wrong?"

"Family emergency. Something's wrong with Clay."

"Oh shit. I'm coming with you."

"NO!"

This lead to Urban getting a confused look on his face since he didn't understand where this outburst was coming from. That wasn't like Jack at all. 

"I just… it shouldn't take me that long and I'm coming right back."

"But I should still go with you."

"I'll text you if I need you."

Urban could immediately tell that something was wrong and that his best friend was lying to him so he immediately called Clay who picked up on the second ring.

"CLAY!"

"Damn, hi to you too Urb. What the hell are you yelling for?"

"We're in L.A. and Jack said there was a family emergency and that something was wrong with you and when I offered to go with him, he immediately yelled and shut it down."

"Well, I'm fine and what the hell could he be hiding?"

"I have no idea. He left for the airport and I assumed he was going back to Kentucky, but now I'm not so sure." 

"Hmm."

"But you know what I've noticed? Any time we're in Atlanta he disappears for days at a time and he used to not do that. So I'm thinking if anything that's where he's going."

"Oh?"

"He's definitely hiding something and has been for months and we're about to find out what it is. I'm catching the next flight out to Atlanta. Meet me there so we can figure this shit out." 

By the time Jack finally reached you, he was an absolute mess. You had been admitted to the mother/baby unit just for the night so they could keep an eye on you. Jessica was with you when suddenly he busted into the room and immediately came over to you.

"Hi Jess, thank you for taking care of her."

"Of course. She's my bestie. Duh."

"Babe, I'm really not trying to yell, but why didn't you tell me? Don't you think that's important?"

"I know and I just…. I don't know."

"Promise to never do that again. If something is wrong, you tell me immediately, don't wait." Jack said while leaning down to kiss your forehead and brushing a few curls out of your face.

"Okay." You quietly said as you moved to get more comfortable on the bed while Jessica just mouthed the words 'I told you so' which made you sigh in defeat.

Just then he got a text from Urban who was asking him if everything was okay with Clay.

Urb- Soo any update? How’s Clay?

Jack- He's fine. Will stay with my parents for a few days.

Clay looked at Urban's phone as he handed it to him to show him what Jack had said. 

"You would think if he was trying to lie and put me in the middle of the lie that he would at least tell me so that we could have our stories straight." 

"His location is saying that he is at the hospital."

"But for what? This doesn't make any sense."

"We're about to go and find out." 

When the two of them finally reached the hospital, Urban immediately called him as they were sitting in the parking lot.

"Urb.."

"Get your ass outside in the main parking lot because you're going to stop lying to your best friend. I know you're in Atlanta and at the hospital because your dumbass didn't turn off your location and I guess you forgot that I can see it. Oh and Clay is with me and there isn't a scratch on him so get down here and start explaining." 

"Just come up to room 4039 and I’ll explain everything.." Jack said while letting out a sigh.

"We're coming now."

Once the two of them reached their destination, they knocked on the door before hearing Jack's voice to tell them to come in. Once they did, they were confused to see you laying on Jack's chest asleep with a protruding stomach in the hospital bed with Jessica in the corner playing on her phone.

Urban and Clay were immediately confused and looked towards Jack for an explanation. 

"Sooo I'm about to be a dad..." Jack whispered and Urban wasn't having it.

"A DAD OF WHAT? A DOG?" Urban screams and Jack quickly shushes him so that he didn't wake you up, but you woke up anyway and was now startled to see Urban and Clay in your hospital room and Clay immediately approached you. 

"Umm would she happen to be the emergency? Hi, I'm Clay, the better Harlow and your baby's soon to be uncle. And Jack, stop using me as your emergency excuse! Urban called me about to lose his shit thinking that something was wrong with me."

"Nice to meet you Clay, I'm Y/N."

"I…." Jack started to say, but Urban immediately cut him off. 

"Why didn't you tell me or Clay!?! I'm your best friend and you tell me EVERYTHING."

"Well…"

"Oh shit. I'm Jessica, by the way. The baby's godmother and I assume that Urban will be her godfather? And Clay, I totally believe you're the better Harlow because your brother is a FLOP." You heard Jess say from the corner as she was watching the scene unfold and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh. 

"JESSICA!" Jack exclaimed and she just shrugged her shoulders.

"Hi Jessica, and yes he is a flop for lying to us."

"We were going to tell all of you soon. Jack just wanted to protect my privacy and not have paparazzi following me everywhere. My parents don’t even know either."

"How far along are you? By looking at you, he definitely didn't get you pregnant yesterday." This earned Urban a smack to the back of his head by Jack since he was standing close enough to him to be able to reach him with his hand that wasn’t wrapped around you.

"Ow! I didn't mean it like that! You're gorgeous by the way!"

"Back off, she's mine."

"Clearly, you impregnated her."

"CLAY!" 

"Thank you and almost 7 months."

"Jack, mom and dad are going to KILL you."

"I'll deal with it when the time comes." 

"SEVEN MONTHS!? JACKKKK!"

"I know."

“He really wasn’t even there for the first four.” You heard Jess mutter, but Clay heard her.

“Oh, so you were being a deadbeat to Y/N and my niece isn’t even here yet?”

“Jess, please stop throwing me under the bus.”

“I call it like I see it….. FLOP.”

"Is this where you disappear to for days at a time!? To be with Y/N?"

"Possibly." 

"How the? I stay with you all the time and never saw any baby things around."

"Because my guest bedroom is on the first floor. Her room is upstairs next to mine and that's where everything is. That door was always closed."

"IT'S A GIRL!?" Clay exclaimed and he was clearly excited.

"And she has your brother's forehead." You added and Jack immediately rolled his eyes. 

"Damn, double homicide."

"JESSICA! CUT.IT.OUT." 

"DID I LIE, JACK?"

"I'm not answering that." 

"Sooo, I'm assuming that everything is okay now?" Urban asked while looking over at the two of you.

"Yes, they're just going to keep me here overnight to monitor me and the little one. I got scared because I didn't feel her move for two days. I tried everything and she always moves when she hears Jack's voice. I played Sundown which is her latest favorite and got nothing and I immediately got scared." 

"Jack's reaction now makes sense." 

“They checked on her and said she’s fine, and that she really was sleeping. I just don’t ever remember her sleeping for that long. Like I said, any time she hears his voice, she’s active.”

“I’m just happy that you’re both okay.” Jack said while reaching over to kiss your cheek and you immediately smiled.

“Are the two of you together yet?” Jess asked while she munched on her popcorn and watched her movie on Netflix.

“Wait, the two of you aren’t even together?” Urban asked, confused.

“Nope, they were friends with benefits and they met on the Creme De La Creme tour in Atlanta and have been fucking ever since.”

:”JESSICAAA!”

“What? It’s as good a time as ever to tell them. Just get it all out in the open. Oh, you two are going to love this, he hung up the phone on her when she told him she was pregnant and didn’t call her back for two weeks. You can imagine how much I wanted to kick his ass. Once again, FLOP!”

“I’ve made up for that! And I was scared shitless!”

“Oh, and she’s WASN’T?!”

“Cut it out, you two. NOW.” You said while looking at the both of them and Jess held up her hands in defense.

“Look, I tolerate him for you and my goddaughter and that’s about it. He already started off on the wrong foot with me. Keep your word Harlow, and you just might end up on my good side.”

All Jack did was sigh as Jess went back to her movie.

“That… explains a lot.” Urban said while looking at him.

“Explains what?”

“Why you would look so stressed all the time. No one could figure out why and you wouldn’t say anything. Every time I asked you, you said that you were fine so I just dropped it, but I knew better. I was waiting for you to come to me and tell me when you were ready, but you never did.”

Urban truly knew Jack like the back of his hand and Jack couldn’t help but to start to feel a little guilty.

“So, no more surprises that you want to share with us?” Clay asked before going to sit next to Jessica.

“No, that’s it.”

“Look, if you two plan on getting married, just let us be the witnesses so we aren’t caught off guard like this again.”

It was now a week until your due date and you were seriously feeling it.

You wanted this baby out of you and you wanted her out now.

Jack was doing his best to keep you as comfortable as possible, but nothing was really working, but he did figure out that you liked to be laying next to him in order to get you to sleep better, but he didn’t tell you that because you would probably deny it.

You had just woken up when you heard the vacuum cleaner downstairs. You stayed over at Jack’s condo last night and still haven’t given him an answer on if you were moving in with him or not.

It was decided that you would take a shower in an attempt to get you to feel better because you felt like you had slept a total of thirty minutes.

When you had gotten out, after lathering yourself in your lavender lotion, you decided on your leggings along with one of Jack’s New Balance hoodies and made your way downstairs to see Urban and Clay sitting on the couch looking extremely confused. You followed their gaze to see Jack in one of your many bonnets to protect his curls and your apron that was covered in flowers and you couldn’t help but to stifle a laugh.

You went and sat next to Clay as Jack was now dusting around the living room.

“Um, how long has he been at this?”

“All morning.”

“And when did he even have the time to go and get my bonnet and apron from my condo?”

“Trust and believe if it has anything to do with you or the little one he was going to find a way to get it done.” Urban said as he opened a bag of spicy pork rinds and began eating. This led to him getting yelled at by Jack.

“URBAN! I JUST VACUUMED, DO NOT GET ANY CRUMBS ANYWHERE!”

“Well got damn! Okay, I won’t.” Urban said, startled at his outburst.

“Oh, hi babe. How’d you sleep?”

“Terribly, but I like your outfit. Definitely made me smile when I came down the steps.”

“I figured that this place needed to be spotless for when she got here. You hungry? I can order you something.”

“BECAUSE YOU DAMN SURE CANNOT COOK! MIGHT POISON HER AND THE BABY.”

“Babe, cover her ears.” Jack said to you and you looked at him confused, but put both hands on each side of your stomach.

“SHUT THE FUCK UP CLAY! Okay, you can uncover her ears now. You know she can hear us and I don’t want her…. URBAN, I SEE CRUMBS! GET THE FUC… GET THE VACUUM NOW!”

“What the hell are you?!?! The crumb police?!”

“If your goddaughter gets a hold of a damn pork rind crumb, I’m blaming you and you will be banned from eating them over here.”

“At this rate, her first word is about to be a cuss word.” Clay said while laughing. 

“Anyway, what you want to eat mamas? I’ll make Urban go get it since he HAS NO RESPECT FOR MY VACUUMING SKILLS.”

“I can’t wait for Y/N to push baby girl out so she can kick your ass for how outta pocket you’re being. But, Y/N, what do you want?”

“Baby, you BETTER NOT say anything greasy either.”

“LET HER EAT WHAT SHE WANTS. SHE’S ABOUT TO PUSH OUT A BABY THAT HAS YOUR WATERMELON LOOKING ASS HEAD!”

“URBAN!”

“Umm, my usual from chic-fil-a and my milkshake is fine.” You said while trying not to laugh.”

“I can’t believe that she’s only going to dilate ten centimeters. Do you not see how big Jack’s head is now?”

“Shit, have you seen his baby pictures? It was big then.”

“The two of you can get the hell out of my house.”

“JACK! Be nice!” You said while looking over at him.

“Urban, if I see one more crumb…. ONE…. I’m going to….”

You were headed to the bathroom and Jack’s voice got quieter as you made your way down the hallway.

You pulled down your leggings and underwear to see that the mucus plug had now come out.

This was it. You were now going into labor.

You finished using the bathroom and quickly washed your hands before making your way back out to the living room where the three of them were. 

“Jack?”

“What’s wrong mamas?”

“My mucus plug came out.”

Since Jack had been reading a lot of pregnancy books, he immediately knew what that meant and his eyes got wide. He looked to his left, where his keys were next to the lamp on the side table and threw his keys at Urban.

“Go start the car.”

“Wait, what?”

“Hold on, is… is it happening? Is what I think that’s happening really happening?”

“YES CLAY!”

Jack immediately ran up the steps two at a time in order to get your overnight bag. You had one at his condo and yours just to make sure that wherever you were that you would have one. Jack then came down the steps without the bonnet or apron and helped you put on your New Balances.

“You ready for this mamas?” Jack asked and he was trying to put on a brave face for you, but he knew that you were scared beyond belief.

Shit, so was he. 

“No. Immediately no. Call Jessica.”

“I will and I’ll tell her to meet us at the hospital, okay?”

Jack had gotten you settled in the backseat of the car with Urban in the driver’s seat and Clay in the passenger seat while Jack sat next to you. 

That was when the contractions started to hit you like a ton of bricks and you were holding Jack’s hand for dear life as Urban was speeding down the highway.

“Oh shit, this hurtssss.”

“You have to breathe, baby, I know it does, but it won’t be long and we’ll get to hold her.”

“I know, but shit. Why does it have to hurt so bad?” You said while laying your head on Jack’s shoulder. 

“Urb, can we go any faster?!”

“JACK, I AM GOING 90 IN A 55, HOW MUCH FASTER DO YOU WANT ME TO GO?!”

“FUCK!”

“Language! My daughter can hear you!”

“Umm, we have a problem.”

“Why are we slowing down?”

“That’s the problem…. Ummm…….”

“Um, WHAT?!” Jack asked while looking at Clay.

“Traffic is backed up for miles.”

The four of you had now been sitting in traffic for a total of two hours and you were about to lose your shit. You didn’t think she would be coming any time soon since this was your first, but you had to keep in mind that you had to be prepared for anything to happen. 

“JACK, GET YOUR DAUGHTER OUT OF ME. NEOW!”

“Deep breaths, I know it hurts, but um can you switch to my other hand? This one is turning purple.”

“Oh, sorry.”

“It’s okay, that’s nothing compared to how you’re feeling so I can deal with it.”

“Why haven’t we moved?!”

“Can’t we go on the shoulder?”

“For us to get pulled over and have it be even longer?!”

“We need a police escort. Where the fuck are they when we need them!?”

“LANGUAGE!”

Just then you had the urge to push and you knew that more than likely, she was probably going to be born in the back of her father’s car.

“Jack?”

“Hmm?”

“Get that towel you always keep in the back.”

“For what, babe?”

“I have a feeling that she is not going to wait much longer. Even if we were to call 911, there is no way that they’ll get to me in time. I don’t even see a mile marker to know exactly where we are.”

“WHAT?! IN MY CAR?!”

“JACK, SHUT UP! THIS IS YOUR DAUGHTER WE’RE TALKING ABOUT!”

“Okay, okay, umm… now where did I put it?” Jack reached behind the two of you and fiddled around until he found it and placed it next to him.

As you lifted your hips so that Jack could help you get your leggings off, his eyes went wide and you were thoroughly confused.

“Jack, you have seen me plenty of times before with less on so why the hell are you…. Oh shit.”

“Is that….? Is that HER HEAD?!”

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN IS THAT HER HEAD?! WE’RE NOT READY FOR HER YET!” Clay exclaimed while looking at all the traffic ahead of them. 

“Damn, Jack is freaking out more than Y/N is!”

“Please don’t faint back there.”

“I’m fine.”

“Not you, Y/N, I meant your baby daddy.”

You did another push and that’s when her shoulder came out and you looked over at Jack who was mesmerized. 

“Pull her out the rest of the way, her shoulders are out so she should slide right out.”

Jack did as he was told and heard her first cries and proceeded to wrap her up in the towel that he had while Urban and Clay were in the front trying to come up with a plan to get you to the hospital. 

“Not many people can say that they delivered their first child in the back of their car.”

“I didn’t even do anything, you did all the work. She is gorgeous and looks just like you.”

“Except her forehead.”

“CLAY!”

Just then Urban saw a police car in the rearview mirror and immediately flagged him down.

The officer came to the window to see what the problem was.

“Hi, we need an escort to the hospital immediately!”

“Is someone hurt?”

“My goddaughter was just born in the back of my best friend's car so umm… no one is hurt but still.”

“Is mom and baby, okay?”

“We’re fine!” You yelled from the backseat as you were holding onto her tightly.

“Put your flashers on and follow me.”

Twenty minutes later, an entire medical team met you outside and placed you onto a stretcher while you were still holding onto her. They placed you on the postpartum unit all while making sure your vitals as well as hers were okay. She got a clean bill of health and you honestly couldn’t have been happier.

You were now resting while Caoimhe (pronounced Kweeva) was asleep on Jack’s chest who was sitting next to you.

“Did we really make her?” Jack asked while looking down at her. He was amazed at how tiny she was.

“We did. You don’t recognize that forehead?”

“You didn’t have to say all that. But, I always thought you were a superwoman, but today you took it to a whole nother level.”

“Look, she wasn’t waiting for anybody so I had no choice.”

“She wants what she wants when she wants it. Just like her mother.”

“Now, you didn’t have to say all that.”

Just then you heard the door open and in came Jessica with a whole bunch of balloons and gifts in her hands.

“I already know when she becomes a teenager and pisses yall off that the first thing outta yall mouth will be, remember when I gave birth to you in the back of your daddy’s car because you were so impatient? I pushed you out WITH NO EPIDURAL. Anyway, awww oh my goodness she’s beautiful. Look at what you two made. She is going to be so spoiled by me.”

“She already is.” Jack mumbled and Jess sent him the evil eye.

“Shut it, Jack and let me hold her.” He quickly handed her over to Jess and she began to rock her back and forth.

“What’s her name?”

“Caoimhe Margaret. I gave her Jack’s mom’s middle name so she’ll be less mad at him when we tell her. Her first name means beautiful in Irish”

“That is adorable, perfect name for my perfect goddaughter.”

Just then the tech assigned to your room came in and did a double take. 

You assume that she saw Jack and that was why. 

“Oh, um, hi Ms. Y/L/N I’m Leah and I’ll be your tech for the night. Anything that I can get you?

“No, I’m fine. Thanks for asking.”

“How about anyone else?”

“I’ll just take a cup of ice.” Jack told her and she immediately turned red.

“Okay, be right back!”

“I think she has a crush on you, Jack.”

“Doesn’t matter because I have a crush on Y/N.”

You couldn’t help but roll your eyes and laugh.

But what you didn’t know was that when you and Jack were looking down at Caoimhe, she snapped a picture and decided to send it to TMZ.

It was around midnight when Jack’s phone started going off non-stop. He was sound asleep, but you were up feeding Caoimhe and called out to him.

“Jack, answer your phone, it keeps going off.”

He grabbed it from beside him and opened it to see over 100 text messages and at least 40 missed calls and was thoroughly confused.

It wasn’t until he saw his notification for Twitter when all hell broke loose.

TMZ: Looks like congratulations are in order for Jack Harlow and his mystery girlfriend! We have gotten word that he is now a father to a beautiful baby girl! More details to come as soon as we know more.

“FUCK!”

“Jack! Language!”

“Babe, I know, but we have a problem.”

“What?”

“Someone took a picture of us holding her and sent it to TMZ. They know about the both of you now.”

Just then a new text message came through on Jack’s phone that was his mother.

Mom- Do you have something that you want to tell me? Why is everyone calling me and telling me that you’re a FATHER? You better start explaining and you better start now.

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