#singlemum!reader

[roseandxanderfics]

“Safe Haven” - SingleMum!reader x Roy Kent

Summary: Roy Kent never expected to fall for a single mum and her kid, but somehow, he’s become the grumpy protector of both. He’s got a reputation to uphold—except when it comes to you two.

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It started with a tiny hand tugging at his sleeve.

Roy had been minding his own fucking business, stretching in the gym, when he felt it—a small, insistent pull at the fabric of his hoodie.

He looked down.

A kid.

A tiny kid.

The little boy, no older than two, stared up at him with wide brown eyes, his small fingers still clinging to Roy’s sleeve like he had no fear at all.

Roy blinked. “Uh. Hello?”

The kid blinked back. Then, with all the confidence in the world, he reached up and poked Roy right in the chest.

Roy scowled. “What the fuck?”

The kid grinned, completely unbothered. He poked again, right over Roy’s heart, and giggled like he’d just won a game only he knew about.

Roy exhaled through his nose. “Right. Okay.”

This was happening, apparently.

He squatted down, bringing himself closer to eye level. “Where’d you come from, then?”

The kid didn’t answer. He just tilted his head, inspecting Roy with the kind of serious curiosity only toddlers could manage.

Roy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. He really wasn’t built for this shit. “Alright, mate. Where’s your mum, eh?”

The kid just pointed at him. “Big.”

Roy snorted before he could stop himself. “Yeah, well, you’re small.”

The kid grinned again, apparently pleased with that assessment.

Roy huffed, glancing around. The gym was empty—no sign of a frantic parent, no staff looking for a lost kid. He had no fucking clue where this little guy had come from.

“Alright,” he muttered, standing up. “Come on, then.”

Without thinking too much about it, he bent down and scooped the kid up with one arm.

The boy settled against his side like it was the most natural thing in the world, chubby fingers curling into Roy’s hoodie.

Roy definitely wasn’t thinking about how warm and small he was.

Nope.

Not at all.

With a gruff sigh, he started walking, scanning the halls of Nelson Road for anyone who looked like they’d misplaced a fucking toddler.

It didn’t take long.

Just around the corner, Roy spotted you—pale, frantic, spinning in circles like you were about to lose your mind.

“Oi,” Roy called out. “This yours?”

Your head snapped up so fast he thought you might get whiplash.

The second you saw Oliver in his arms, your whole body sagged in relief.

“Oh, my God,” you breathed, practically running toward them.

Roy, eyebrows raised, let you take the kid back.

The way you held him—clutching him like he was your whole fucking world—did something weird to Roy’s chest.

“I—I’m so sorry,” you stammered. “I looked away for two seconds, and—”

“S’alright,” Roy muttered, watching you press a shaking kiss to Oliver’s curls. “Found him poking at the dumbbells in the gym.”

Oliver wiggled in your arms, turning to point at Roy again. “Big.”

Roy smirked. “Yeah, yeah. We covered that already.”

You let out a breathless laugh, the kind that was still half panic, and looked up at Roy.

And for the first time, he really looked back.

At the exhaustion behind your eyes, at the way your shoulders sagged under a weight he couldn’t see. At the quiet strength in the way you held your son, like no matter what, you’d never let go.

He recognized it.

Understood it.

And fuck if that didn’t scare him more than anything.

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Unexpected Circumstances

By the time you managed to strap Oliver into his car seat and drive home, the weight of the day had fully settled on your shoulders.

You’d been two seconds away from a heart attack when you lost sight of him at work, and now, with the adrenaline fading, exhaustion hit you full force.

Just as you were about to pull into your driveway, your phone rang. You sighed, glancing at the screen before answering.

“Hello?”

“Ms. [Last Name], I’m calling from Little Sprouts Daycare—”

Your stomach dropped.

“Is everything okay?” you asked quickly, already fearing the worst.

“I’m afraid not,” the director said apologetically. “There was some severe flooding overnight. The building’s completely water-damaged, and we’re going to need extensive repairs. We’ll have to close for at least three weeks.”

Your grip tightened on the wheel. “Oh.”

“I’m so sorry for the inconvenience,” the director continued. “We know how important childcare is, and we’re happy to provide references for any temporary facilities.”

You swallowed hard, trying to keep the panic at bay. “No, it’s—it’s fine. Thank you for letting me know.”

When the call ended, you just sat there for a moment, staring at the dashboard.

Three weeks.

Three weeks without daycare, and no family nearby to help.

You glanced at the rearview mirror, where Oliver was happily babbling to himself, completely unaware of the chaos unfolding in your mind.

There was no other option.

He’d have to come to work with you.

⸻

Day One: An Interesting Start

“Are you sure this is okay?” you asked, shifting Oliver’s weight on your hip as you stood nervously outside Rebecca’s office.

Higgins smiled kindly. “Of course. We’ve had stranger things happen here. You’d be surprised how many employees have had to bring their kids in.”

You tried to relax, but the idea of your two-year-old running around a professional football club still made your stomach twist.

Oliver, of course, was completely oblivious to your stress. He clutched his stuffed dinosaur in one hand and played with the collar of your shirt with the other, utterly content.

“Come on,” Higgins said cheerfully. “Let’s get you both settled.”

⸻

By the time lunch rolled around, you were already on edge.

Oliver had spent the morning exploring every inch of the building he could reach, and you’d spent the morning trying to keep him from causing complete chaos.

So when Roy Kent—gruff, scowling, and undeniably intimidating—walked into the cafeteria and plopped down across from you, your brain short-circuited.

You blinked at him. “Uh.”

Roy grunted, stabbing his fork into his food. “What?”

Oliver, seated in his high chair next to you, perked up. “Big.”

Roy sighed. “Still fuckin’ big, mate.”

You let out an exhausted laugh, shaking your head. “Did you… did you sit here on purpose?”

Roy gave you a flat look. “Nah. Just magically appeared in this chair.”

You huffed. “I meant—why?”

Roy chewed, swallowed, and said simply, “You look tired.”

You blinked. “That’s because I am tired.”

Roy shrugged, like that settled it. “Figured you could use someone who won’t piss you off by talking too much.”

Your lips twitched. “…Fair point.”

Oliver, meanwhile, was happily smacking his hands on the tray of his high chair, staring at Roy like he was the most fascinating thing in the world.

Roy stared back.

Oliver giggled.

Roy narrowed his eyes. “What’s so funny?”

Oliver pointed. “Big.”

Roy exhaled through his nose, looking deeply unamused. “You’ve got one word, and you’re stickin’ to it, huh?”

Oliver just giggled harder.

And to your absolute shock, Roy’s mouth twitched.

Just barely.

But you saw it.

Your own smile softened as you took a bite of your food. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

——————————

It took less than five minutes for everything to go wrong.

One second, you were finishing up an email at your desk, and the next—Oliver was gone.

Panic shot through you as you shot up from your chair. “Oliver?”

No answer.

Your heart pounded as you turned in a frantic circle, eyes darting around the office. He had been right there. Right there.

You rushed into the hallway, scanning left and right. “Oliver?”

Higgins poked his head out of his office, brow raised. “Everything alright?”

“My son—he wandered off,” you said, trying to keep the terror out of your voice. “I just looked away for a second.”

Higgins immediately straightened. “Let’s find him.”

He took off down one corridor, and you hurried down the other, pushing open doors and peeking into rooms. Your pulse was a drum in your ears, the fear growing with every empty space.

Then, just as you were about to really start spiraling, you heard it.

A tiny, familiar voice.

“’Becca.”

You nearly tripped over your own feet as you followed the sound—right to Rebecca’s open office door.

And there, sitting happily on the couch across from the owner of AFC Richmond herself, was Oliver.

His dinosaur was in his lap, his little legs swinging, as if he belonged there.

Meanwhile, Rebecca—powerful, composed, intimidating Rebecca—was watching him with something close to amusement, her tea cup paused mid-air.

You exhaled hard, gripping the doorway for balance.

“Oh my God,” you gasped. “I am so sorry.”

Rebecca turned her gaze to you, smiling slightly. “Don’t be. He’s been keeping me quite entertained.”

You pressed a hand to your chest, trying to catch your breath. “How did he even get in here?”

Rebecca lifted an elegant brow. “The door was open.”

You groaned, rubbing your temple. “I swear, I looked away for one second.”

Oliver turned to you, beaming. “Mama!”

“Yes, Mama is here,” you said, stepping forward and scooping him into your arms. “You cannot run off like that, baby.”

Oliver patted your face with sticky hands. “’Becca,” he said again, pointing at Rebecca.

Rebecca chuckled. “He is rather charming, isn’t he?”

You sighed, shifting him on your hip. “Too charming for his own good.”

There was a low ahem from behind you, and you turned to see Roy standing in the doorway, arms crossed. His dark eyes flicked from Oliver to you, then back to Oliver.

“Didn’t take long for him to start running the place,” Roy muttered.

Rebecca smirked. “He does seem to have that effect.”

You let out a breathy laugh, shaking your head. “Well, I should probably get him out of your hair before he starts making business decisions.”

Rebecca gave Oliver a little wave. “Come back anytime, little one.”

Oliver waved back. “Bye, ’Becca.”

You shot Rebecca one last apologetic smile before turning on your heel and carrying Oliver out, Roy falling into step beside you.

There was a brief beat of silence before Roy muttered, “Lotta guts, breakin’ into the boss’s office.”

Oliver just grinned at him.

Roy shook his head, but you swore you saw the corner of his mouth twitch.

You sighed. “It’s gonna be a long three weeks.”

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Coach Roy vs. The Two-Year-Old Striker

Three days into Oliver’s unexpected training ground residency, Roy found himself in a situation he had never anticipated.

He was standing on the pitch, staring down at a very serious-looking toddler.

Oliver had his feet planted firmly, his tiny body standing as straight as a two-year-old could manage. His dinosaur plush sat discarded on the grass, replaced by a miniature football Jamie had sneakily handed him that morning.

Roy, arms crossed, scowled down at him. “Right. If you’re gonna keep runnin’ around out here, might as well learn something.”

Oliver blinked up at him. “Okay.”

Roy exhaled sharply. “Alright, kid. First lesson—kicking. You wanna kick with the inside of your foot, not your toes, yeah? Gives you more control.”

Oliver nodded solemnly. Then, without hesitation, he lifted his little leg and sent the ball rolling… straight past Roy’s boot.

Barely moving.

Roy blinked. Then looked at Oliver. “That was shit.”

“Oi!” you called from the sideline.

Roy groaned. “Fine. That was not good.”

Oliver nodded again. “Not good.”

Roy sighed and bent down, rolling the ball back toward him. “Let’s try again. Inside of the foot.”

Oliver took a deep breath—like he was absorbing the weight of the moment—then took a few careful steps and…

Toe-punted the ball directly into Roy’s shin.

For a second, there was complete silence.

Then Jamie—who had been watching with way too much interest—burst out laughing.

“Oi, little man’s got power,” Jamie cackled. “Good job, mate.”

Roy turned his glare on him. “Shut up, Tartt.”

Oliver beamed, clearly very pleased with himself. He turned to Jamie, eyes wide. “Good?”

Jamie grinned. “Real good, bud.”

Roy groaned, dragging a hand over his face. “This is a fuckin’ disaster.”

“Roy!” you called again.

He rolled his eyes and muttered, “Right. Not a fuckin’ disaster. Just a regular disaster.”

Oliver was still grinning, looking up at Roy with so much excitement that—for a second—Roy forgot how much of a nightmare this was.

He exhaled sharply. “Alright, kid. We’re doin’ this again.”

Oliver clapped his hands. “Again!”

Roy shook his head. “Yeah, yeah. Let’s see if you can actually listen this time.”

From the sidelines, you watched with an amused smile. This was already turning into the best entertainment of the week.

And maybe—just maybe—Roy wasn’t hating it as much as he claimed.

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Oliver’s First Chant—And Roy’s New Biggest Fan

Roy liked to think he had a decent amount of patience when it came to football.

With adults.

With actual professionals who should know what they were doing.

With a two-year-old? Not so much.

It had been a week of Oliver tagging along to training sessions, and somehow, the kid had managed to worm his way into every corner of Roy’s day. He was at breakfast with his mum in the lounge, in Rebecca’s office babbling at her while she pretended to take his opinions on club management seriously, and now, he had a designated seat on the sideline.

Roy hadn’t thought much of it. The kid had a short attention span—he figured Oliver would get bored and go running back to you in no time.

But today, just as Roy was shouting for the team to stop acting like dickheads and fucking run, a little voice rang out from the sidelines.

“Woy!”

The entire training ground went silent.

Roy turned around slowly.

Oliver was standing on the grass, beaming.

His chubby hands clapped together once before he repeated, even louder, “Woy!”

There was another beat of stunned silence.

And then, the entire squad erupted.

“Oi, boss has a fan club!” Isaac cackled.

“First time anyone’s ever said his name without soundin’ terrified,” Jamie teased.

“Can’t even say his ‘R’s properly, but somehow, it still works,” Sam laughed.

Roy ignored all of them. His attention was fixed on Oliver, who was now bouncing on his little feet, as if he somehow understood he’d just delivered the most devastating blow to Roy’s entire reputation.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Roy muttered under his breath.

Oliver, oblivious to the effect he was having, clapped again. “Woy!”

“Yeah, yeah, I fuckin’ hear you,” Roy grumbled.

But despite his scowl, his voice wasn’t quite as gruff as usual.

And when Oliver toddled back to you, absolutely delighted with himself, Roy was already bracing for the next round of teasing from the team.

Little shit was his biggest fan.

And worst of all?

Roy didn’t actually mind.

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Roy didn’t do lunches with people.

He tolerated team meals when necessary, scowled his way through the occasional club event, and had exactly three people in his life he’d voluntarily share food with.

Somehow, Oliver and his mum had snuck onto that list.

Not that Roy was making a big deal out of it. It had started when you’d been too tired to go off-site for lunch, and Rebecca had insisted you use the executive lounge. Roy had gone in to grab a coffee, only to find you balancing a squirming two-year-old on your lap, trying (and failing) to keep him from kicking the table.

Roy had meant to just grab his drink and go.

Instead, he’d found himself dropping into the seat across from you with a gruff, “Kid’s gonna kick that plate straight onto the floor.”

You sighed, shooting him a wry smile. “I know. He’s got too much energy.”

Roy snorted. “Takes after Jamie, then.”

And just like that, lunch had turned into a regular thing.

Now, a week later, Roy was watching Oliver demolish a peanut butter sandwich with absolutely no regard for the mess he was making. Crumbs everywhere, sticky fingers, little bits of crust getting mushed into the table—Roy was horrified.

“You’re raising a menace,” he grumbled, nodding at the destruction.

You rolled your eyes, handing Oliver a napkin. “He’s two.”

“No excuse. Look at him, he’s deliberately making it worse.”

Oliver, as if sensing Roy’s judgment, grinned directly at him and smushed his sandwich half into his face.

Roy narrowed his eyes. “That was personal.”

You snorted, shaking your head. “I think he just likes you.”

Roy blinked, thrown by the casual way you said it.

Oliver likes him?

Him, Roy Kent? The man who terrified the entire Premier League for over a decade?

Before he could figure out what to do with that, Oliver clambered off his chair, sticky hands reaching up expectantly.

You sighed, but before you could intervene, Roy—on instinct—scooped the kid up.

Oliver settled against him like it was normal, like Roy always carried him around.

And Roy… let him.

Even when his tiny, peanut-butter-covered fingers latched onto his sleeve.

Even when you gave him an amused look like you knew this was a big deal.

Even when he muttered, “Yeah, alright,” like he wasn’t already completely fucked when it came to you and your kid.

———————————

It took precisely three minutes for Roy to realize the kid was missing.

One second, Oliver was sitting happily at your desk, stacking some stress balls into a precarious tower while you finished up an email. The next, Roy walked past your office again, and the little menace was gone.

He didn’t think. Didn’t question it. Just muttered a low, “Fuck,” and went looking.

He found him in Rebecca’s office.

Of course he fucking did.

Rebecca sat behind her desk, legs crossed, watching the toddler perched in her chair with an expression of vague amusement. Oliver, completely oblivious to the fact that he was in the presence of one of the most powerful women in English football, was babbling something in that half-intelligible way two-year-olds did, waving his arms to emphasize very important points.

Rebecca, to her credit, was nodding along as if he were making a solid argument.

Roy stood in the doorway, arms crossed. “He botherin’ you?”

Rebecca turned, a slow smirk pulling at her lips. “Not at all. I was just learning about, what was it, darling? Oh yes—how dinosaurs should play football.”

Roy exhaled sharply, biting down on a laugh.

Oliver turned at the sound of his voice, face lighting up. “Roy!”

He scrambled down from the chair and ran toward him, stopping just short of barreling into his legs. Instead, he lifted his arms in a very clear pick me up demand.

Roy hesitated for approximately two seconds before sighing and scooping the kid up. “You can’t just wander off, yeah? Your mum’s gonna kill me.”

Oliver, unbothered, patted Roy’s stubbled cheek with his tiny hand. “’Kay.”

Rebecca chuckled. “He has quite the hold on you, doesn’t he?”

Roy scowled. “Fuck off.”

Rebecca just smirked harder.

And Roy knew she was going to be insufferable about this.

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The morning of Oliver’s last day at Richmond started like all the others.

He ran into the building, his tiny backpack bouncing on his shoulders, and made a beeline for Roy’s office.

Roy barely had time to look up before Oliver crashed into his legs with a gleeful “Hi, Roy!”

“Jesus Christ, kid,” Roy muttered, reaching down to steady him.

It had become their routine. Roy would act like he was completely inconvenienced by Oliver’s enthusiasm, but then—every single time—he’d huff and let the kid clamber onto his chair while he pretended to check emails.

But today felt… different.

When you walked in a few minutes later, you looked around the office like you were committing it to memory.

“This is it,” you said softly, offering Roy a small smile. “Daycare’s finally reopening.”

Roy didn’t react, not outwardly. Just nodded and glanced down at Oliver, who was happily playing with one of his many acquired Richmond trinkets—a football keychain Sam had given him.

The whole thing felt off.

The team felt it too.

Training that day was quieter. The usual chaos of Oliver sprinting across the pitch, shouting something incoherent, was missing. The team kept sneaking glances at the kid like they were trying to savor the last moments of his ridiculous reign over Richmond.

Even Ted looked oddly sentimental about it.

Then, after lunch, when Oliver was supposed to take his usual spot in Roy’s office, he hesitated.

Instead, he toddled over to Roy and just… lifted his arms.

Roy froze.

You let out a quiet laugh. “He wants a hug, Roy.”

Roy stared at Oliver, then at you, then back at Oliver—who was still standing there, patient and expectant.

The team was watching. Everyone was waiting for Roy Kent to react.

And Roy Kent did not disappoint.

With a long-suffering huff, he scooped Oliver up into his arms, letting the kid settle against his chest.

“Alright, alright,” he muttered. “Don’t get used to it.”

Oliver giggled, nuzzling into his shoulder.

Roy absolutely did not melt.

Did not.

⸻

Later That Evening

It should have ended there.

A goodbye. A thank you, Roy and a we’ll see you around.

But instead, when Roy was heading out for the night, hands stuffed in his pockets, he saw you waiting outside the club.

You looked… nervous.

“Everything alright?” he asked gruffly.

You nodded, glancing down before looking back up at him. “I just—” You hesitated. “I just wanted to say thank you. For being so good to Oliver. And to me.”

Roy shifted. “Didn’t do much.”

You laughed at that, soft and disbelieving. “Roy. You did everything.”

There was a pause.

Something unspoken stretched between you.

Then, before Roy could talk himself out of it, he exhaled and grumbled, “If you ever need someone to kick a ball around with him or whatever… you know where to find me.”

You blinked. Then smiled.

“I’d like that,” you admitted softly. “Oliver would too.”

And then—because fuck it—Roy added, “You too. If you ever need… I dunno. A break. A drink. Whatever.”

You stared at him for a moment, something warm in your eyes.

Then, before Roy could completely combust from the weight of your gaze, you leaned in and kissed his cheek.

“Goodnight, Roy.”

And with that, you walked away—leaving Roy standing outside Nelson Road, hands clenched into fists, desperately pretending he wasn’t fucking smiling.

[eveninggstar]

beneath the same quiet sky ⊹ ࣪ ˖

boxer!max verstappen x singlemum neighbour!reader

09.03.25

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୨ৎ After moving to a quiet neighborhood with your son, the last thing you expected was to cross paths with your elusive neighbor — not once in the 18 months since you bought the house. You weren’t looking for help, let alone a connection, but when the underground boxer appears at your doorstep one night, bruised and brooding, you find yourself unable to turn him away.

part one, part two

The sound of heavy breathing fills a dark room. The bass of the music thuds like a second heartbeat, but is drowned out by the burning feeling that resides in the raw rasp of Max Verstappen’s lungs, each breath coming in short, controlled bursts. His chest rises and falls in a rhythmic pattern of urgency, the burn in his throat sharp and relentless.

The lights flash wild and unforgivingly, bathing the room in a chaotic glow. But for one moment—a single moment—they flicker and fade, plunging everything into a near-darkness. A solitary spotlight slices through the shadows, highlighting every drip of sweat, and the pink hue of Max’s face in a harsh light. His piercing blue eyes focus on the opponent, brows furrowing, jaw tightening.

His focus is sharp. His body is a machine, honed and programmed to perfection—each muscle coiled, waiting. In a life like this, there’s no room for second-guessing, no room for hesitation. He isn’t here for glory, nor is he here for fame. All of that has already been achieved. He’s here for one thing, and one thing only: to fight.

DING DING DING!

The familiar three consecutive bells tolled, breaking the inner silence like a thunderclap, shattering the slow-motion rhythm of his thoughts. His body jolts, muscles springing into action, the bell giving Max something only similar to a Pavlovian reaction. The shock of the noise ripped through the silence, taking the place of a violent interruption—like everything in the world snapped back into place. The calm is broken. The fight continues.

“Once upon a time, in a faraway jungle, there was a little lion named Leo who dreamed of becoming the biggest, bravest lion in the land…” You read to your son, Leo, your voice is soft and steady, carrying a gentle rhythm. After a hectic half an hour, the night was finally settling into a quieter pace around you. The soft light of a lion-shaped night light casts a warm, honeyed glow across your face, the room bathing in its calm light.

Leo’s small body is tucked into his race car-themed bed, his tiny hand clutching yours with more strength than usual as he listens intently. His eyes, once wide and alert, slowly begin to grow heavy, the weight of the day coercing him into his very own dreamland. His other curls around his favourite stuffed lion, his short fingers gripping the worn fabric as his body sinks deeper into the lull of his cushioned bed.

As you turn the final page, the only sounds are the soft rustle of paper and the occasional creak of the floorboards. These familiar sounds lull him toward sleep. You look down, the sniffles coming to a complete halt, noticing his face still streaked with stray tears from his nightmare. The lion-shaped light flickers, casting a warm glow over his face, where the twinkling light of his tears reflects like the glow-in-the-dark stars Leo insisted on having on the ceiling.

You pause, watching the peaceful change wash over him. For a moment, everything feels perfectly still. Time slows as you breathe in the quiet, feeling the weight of the night, of his trust, and the comfort you bring.

“Goodnight, my little lion,” you whisper, pressing a soft kiss to his temple. “Sweet dreams.”

It wasn’t uncommon for you to hear your neighbour clattering in at ungodly morning hours. In a way, it became your routine—those weighted footsteps echoing through the thin walls, the harsh scrape of his door opening, and the sounds of him moving through his apartment like clockwork. Max. You didn’t know much about him— just that he was intense, kept to himself, and rarely seen during the day, and when he was caught, he would most likely have at least a bruise or a cut formed on his skin. You could hear the occasional thud of a weight, the low hum of a radio late into the night, the static holding an uncanny resemblance to a lullaby. Despite the chaos in your own life, your romanticised presence of him became comforting, like a steady bass rhythm you’d come to rely on, even without even meeting him.

But tonight was different.

Tonight, you heard something else.

A sharp, breathless grunt, followed by a soft curse. And then, silence.

You couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t right. You had returned from putting your son to bed, after a night terror (something that was increasing as he grew older, something you needed to ask your mother about, and maybe a doctor), and you heard the heavy footsteps echo through the dingy apartments, the regular groan of the door in desperate need of WD40. You stood in your kitchen, staring at the stained coffee mug in your hand, trying to push away the quiet urge to check on him—the neighbour you had never even uttered a mumbled hello to. Max had always kept to himself, and you respected that. But tonight, something was pulling at you, scratching and clawing for your attention. The static silence felt…wrong.

You took a deep breath, looking down at your cami pyjama top and stained sweatpants, the cool air of the hallway sending a shiver down your spine as you stepped into the corridor. Your hand hovered over the doorknob, mind and heart racing. Should you? Would he even want you to care? The doubt lingered for a moment, but you quickly shrugged it off and let the worst-case scenarios play in your mind. For all you knew, he could be on the floor bleeding out. 

You knocked, softly at first, but when there was no answer, you knocked again, louder this:

You waited and looked at the damp walls of a hallway, your breath shallow, the uncertainty of what you were about to do settling over you. Seconds felt like an eternity as they ticked dauntingly, and just as you were about to turn away, the door cracked open.

Max stood there, clad in low-hanging sweatpants, his tousled hair damp with sweat, a look of surprise slipped through the cracks of a usual stock expression, and then he schooled his face. He was breathing heavily, and as he moved side to side, a pained expression was very minimal. The familiar tension in his posture was replaced with something you couldn’t quite place—maybe vulnerability, maybe exhaustion.

“What’s up?” His voice was rough, but not unkind.

For a moment, words left you, your mind scrambling on what to say, because you couldn’t really say ‘Hey, I've been listening to your routine for the past 18 months, I've lived here, and it wasn’t the same tonight as it has been the past 549 nights. So what did you do differently?’ So you settled for a simple “I—I heard something. You okay?” Of course, you had to stutter. The concern you felt did creep into your voice, however.

Max blinked, clearly taken aback by the question.

“I’m fine. Just... a little tired,” he said, his eyes avoiding yours as he rubbed the back of his neck.

You followed the hand, noticing the bruise blossoming on his cheek and the faint cuts along his knuckles. The faint scent of blood and sweat clung to the air.

“Doesn’t look like you’re just tired,” you said gently, unable to hide the worry that laced your words. "You’ve got bruises…"

Max shifted uncomfortably but didn't reply immediately. Instead, he shifted on his feet, wincing quickly as he placed his weight on the left. “It’s nothing,” he muttered, yet the expression he was struggling to hide, told you it wasn’t.

You looked at him for a long moment, not checking him out—although your brain was screaming at you to at least look at the man's biceps. You looked behind him, seeing the weights scattered across the floor, the faint glow of a hanging lamp shining a stark white hue across the room. His place was sparse, but there was a strange comfort within the four walls of organised chaos. A few gym bags, scattered boxing gloves, and a lone chair in the corner. It was a far cry from the carefully curated world you built for yourself and Leo.

“You should get that checked out,” you said, nodding toward his cuts. “It looks like it’s more than just a little bruising.”

Max didn’t say anything for a long moment, but you could see the reluctance in his eyes—like he was battling with himself whether he should let you in, be it physically or mentally, you didn’t know.

“I don’t no need a doctor,” he finally muttered almost too quickly.

You crossed your arms, huffing, giving him a look that many deemed as a ‘mum look’. “I’m not talking about ‘no doctor’.” You quoted him. “I’m talking about someone who can help you clean up. You can't keep pushing yourself like this in whatever you do.”

Max couldn’t meet your gaze, looking at the floor as if he was having an inner battle. For a moment you thought he would agree, but instead, he took a slow breath and his expression returned to its stoic nature, his voice a fraction sharper—although it didn’t feel directed at you. “I don’t need help.”

The words hung in the air between you like a tacky Christmas garland, heavy and unyielding. Despite the tension, you held his gaze, refusing to back down. You could see that words wanted to escape him, but he wasn’t allowing himself to. You had no idea what his world was like, how he got injured and thought nothing of it, but you could tell it was a place he didn’t want anyone in.

The moon had long risen, leaving the sky bathed in deep blues and purples. A quiet evening settled over the neighbourhood, the calm almost palpable. Max had no plans—well, he had no fight that night. His most recent fight had brought in a healthy sum, enough to cover himself for the next few weeks without a second thought. He had no desire to burn off excess energy by lifting weights, muscles still fatigued. Instead he opted for a lazy night in, letting the familiar static of his incredibly old TV consume him like a comforting routine. Max wasn’t one for tea or coffee, so the coffee stains on nearly every single mug were concerning, but water was all he needed. Simple and unassuming, just like the rest of his evening.

The same five channels buzzed to life as Max filtered through, deciding what he would divulge into. The crappy glow casted a cold glow across Max’s apartment. He lazily reclined himself, feet propped up on the coffee table that was far too low for anyone. The silence of the night seems heavier than usual, pressing in from all sides, and yet it was oddly comforting. He wasn’t used to still life. There was always something else—always had to be a catch. Tonight, there was nothing. No fight, no rush of adrenaline, no upcoming deadline to meet. Just the quiet buzz of the old television in the cold apartment.

The sound of footsteps from the apartment next door caught his attention, pulling him away from the passive viewership he had settled into. It was faint at first, muffled soft thudding that grew louder, more distinct. It wasn’t the usual shuffle of you walking around. No, this was different. Your steps had a weight to them, a hesitant pause before the creek of a door was heard and a soft voice was murmuring. Max frowned, sitting up slightly, the sound of a child’s muffled cry reaching his ears.

It wasn’t often that he paid attention to the noise of your apartment, but the cries felt different. The sound of a small voice, tinged with fear, crept through thin walls, just enough for him to make out the odd sob of a child. Max’s gaze shifted to the boxing gloves, memories approaching, but never reaching their destination.

He knew the voice was Leo. The little lion, he had heard for the past couple of months, of you living next door. He had never heard such fear in his sob before. More urgent, more desperate. The fear felt raw, cutting through the silence like a blade.

Max exhaled deeply, pushing himself to his feet. He’d never be one to impose, especially not with the mess that followed him in his own life. But tonight? Tonight something was gnawing at him. Something he couldn’t ignore.

In the corridor, the sound of Leo’s cries grew quieter—meaning his living room and Leo’s bedroom must share a wall. His heart began to race as he heard the unmistakable: “No, no! I don’t want it! Please!” The desperation in the small voice was pulling at Max’s heart. The cry pulled at him.

He hesitated for only a second before taking a step forward. His usual self-preservation instincts, the walls he’d carefully built around his own heart, started to break down, and Max knew, in that instant, that he couldn’t ignore it any longer. Leo needed someone, and Max had no idea how or why, but it felt like it might be him.

He knocked softly at first, but the sound of another frantic cry stopped him before he could do it again. Without thinking, he knocked louder this time, a sense of urgency laced through his every motion.

The door cracked open, revealing you to him. You looked worse for wear than the last time he saw you at his door. The shadows under your eyes, like you hadn’t had a restful night in ages. Your gaze was panicked, almost as if you were holding it together by the thinnest of threads.

Your voice was strained as you spoke, eyes glazing between the door and the child who still sobbed quietly in his bedroom. “I—I didn’t mean to wake you. I’m so sorry. It’s just…” you struggled to swallow the lump in your throat, “Leo… he’s been having these night terrors more often and—”

Max, despite himself, found his voice. “It’s okay,” he said, though his words felt foreign in his mouth, as though they didn’t quite fit. “Is he... alright?”

She nodded slowly, but the worry never left her eyes. “I don’t know what to do anymore,” she admitted, her voice cracking slightly. “He won’t settle down, and nothing I do helps. He’s been getting worse. I... I don’t know how to stop it.”

You nodded slowly. But the worry never left your eyes.

Max hesitated. He wasn’t sure why he even asked, but the words slipped out before he could stop them. “Is he... scared of something?”

The woman’s expression faltered, and for a moment, she looked like she might break. “It’s not just the dark... it’s... something else. Something he can’t put into words. I’ve tried everything. I just need him to sleep. To be okay.”

The vulnerability in her voice was something Max wasn’t used to hearing. He knew the harsh edges of life, the raw physicality of it, but this... this was different. He wasn’t sure what to do with the words, but something inside him wanted to do something. Anything.

“Maybe... maybe I could help,” he said. The words were slow to come, but they felt right.

Her gaze flickered up at him, surprise and hesitation blending. “You? But...”

“I don’t know much about kids,” Max said, scratching the back of his neck, “but... I know fear. And maybe, I could help him with that.”

She swallowed, as though weighing her options, before giving a slight nod. “Okay. If you think it’ll help.”

Max stepped into the apartment, following you to Leo’s bedroom. His eyes immediately fell on his small form curled up tightly in his race-car themed bedroom, his body shaking with the aftershocks of his nightmare. The little boy’s breathing was shallow, and his face was soaked with new flooding tears.

Max stood there, looking back to see that you had run toward the kitchen, feeling a tidal wave of awkwardness, but something in the air pushed him forward. He sat down slowly at the edge of the bed, his gaze never leaving the shivering child. He wasn’t sure what to do next, never really being a paternal character, but instinctively, he reached out, his voice a low murmur, like a secret shared only between the two boys.

“Hey, Leo,” he said slowly, and cautiously. “It’s okay, you’re safe now.”

For a long moment, nothing changed. Leo’s eyes remained glued shut, his body tense, as if trying to escape the terror still haunting him. Yet Max remained stationary, looking at the young boy, until his breathing began to settle, slowly but surely.

And as Leo’s tears finally slowed, the room seemed to calm. The tension, the terror, slowly dissipates, leaving only the quiet sound of a child beginning to find peace.

Max felt a pair of eyes on him, glancing up at your figure, your eyes were wide with disbelief, a mixture of gratitude and wonder. He simply nodded, face stoic, but something warm in his chest.

“Just need a little time,” he murmured to you, then looked over to the sleeping Leo. “They all do.” And he couldn’t help but see himself in the little boy before him.

Please don’t steal my work, much love ᡣ𐭩

𝄃𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁𝄃𝄂𝄂𝄃 eveninggstar

[seamirrors]

Hello, I'm serching for a tommy shelby fanfiction. It was not on tumblr but on wattpad.

It was a tommy shelby x oc. The oc was a single mom to a boy. I think it was the boy who died because of the crystal in season 3. They had multiple children together and I think the last chapter was in season 5.

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[milswrites]

My Beautiful Girls

~ Cassian x SingleMum!Reader

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Summary: An anxious Cassian meets your daughter for the first time.

Warnings: Fluffy goodness

Notes: For the ultimate Cassian girly @sarawritestories

"Hi, I'm Cassian. It's nice to meet you!"

The Illyrian General smiled crookedly as he spoke, clammy hands trembling around the flowers trapped within his steel-like grip.

"Fuck . . . fuck . . . Come on Cas, you can do better than that."

Slowly unfurling his wings, Cassian lightly shook them in the hope of brushing away his steadily growing nerves.

"Breathe Cas, breathe" the male exhaled deeply, rolling back his tense shoulders before locking his determined eyes onto the closed door in front of him, "Hi, I'm Cassian! I've heard so much about you!"

A groan of frustration tore from Cassian's lips, shoulders slumping in dejection as he miserably dropped the flowers to his side.

Cassian had seen his fair share of carnage, having stared death in the face a plethora of times and still lived to tell the tale. Yet no battle, nor life-threatening experience, could have prepared him for the terror he felt in this moment.

The great Lord of Bloodshed riddled with fear at the prospect of meeting your sweet little girl, so only for her not to like him.

It was almost laughable, thinking back to how confident he was when you had first brought up the topic of him meeting your daughter. Cassian recalled flashing you a toothy grin, eyes bright and laugh carefree as he promised you that all children loved him. He was, after all, Nyx's favourite uncle.

Yet now, standing before the door to your home, Cassian wondered if he would ever find the courage to enter. Every possibility as to how this introduction could go wrong festered in the male's worrisome mind, until his poisonous thoughts left his wings twitching with the desire to fly away and hide from his fears.

But Cassian couldn't bring himself to flee, not if it meant losing you.

So here he stood, the icy winter air uncomfortably nipping at his wind-kissed cheeks, rehearsing exactly what it was he would say to your daughter when he first met her. Seeking to gain back some control in the face of his uncertain future.

Adamant that he would not be the one to ruin the one good thing in his life, Cassian drew in a long shaky breath before trying again, "Hi sweetheart, I'm so glad I get to finally meet you."

"Right back at you gorgeous"

If the sight of the Illyrian General practicing a mental script to recite to your five year old daughter didn't bring you to the brink of laughter, seeing the way he startled at your sudden appearance did.

Cassian stumbling backwards as you pulled open your door to great him, cheeks flushing a deep rouge as though you had just caught him in a compromising position.

It was only once your laughter had subsided, and the low grumblings of embarrassment from the male's lips had ceased, were you then able to greet him. Your warm lips coming to meet his own frozen ones in a soft kiss, the action working to further deepen Cassian's flustered blush.

An impatient shout from inside pulled you from your kiss, a light chuckle leaving both of your lips as you quickly glance inside to where your daughter was waiting, "She's been talking about this all day you know? I've never brought anyone home to meet her before, she's really excited."

Your gaze falls to Cassian who was drawing in deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself. Concern pooling in your eyes as you watched how his lips were stretched into an anxious smile which failed to meet his eyes.

"Hey, there's nothing to worry about," you reassured your partner, moving a soothing hand to rest against his cheek, "she'll love you just as much as I do."

Appreciation swam in Cassian's eyes, a soundless thank you falling from his lips before he raised a bouquet for you to take. Or rather two bouquets.

"For you and Evelyn" he nervously mumbled, awkwardly shuffling his feet as he waited for you to take the flowers, "I wanted to get her something nice but . . . I'm not actually sure what five year old's like."

"They're beautiful Cas" you spoke, tears of joy lined your eyes at the male's generosity as you placed a gentle kiss onto his cheek in thanks.

"Are you ready?" you asked whilst stepping aside, making space for Cassian to squeeze himself through your doorway, the male having to curl his wings in tightly in order to fit through the smaller entrance.

"Come on, bat boy. It's time for you to meet your new best friend."

Placing the flowers down onto a nearby console, you led Cassian through your home, softly calling out to Evelyn as you approached the room she was playing in, "Evie, there's someone here to see you."

The sound of tiny feet padding across the floor followed your words, Cassian curiously moving his gaze to the entrance of the room as he waited for your daughter to emerge.

Only his eyes didn't quite catch her face as the small girl barrelled right into the skirt of your dress, shyly hiding within the flowing material of your skirt. "Come on Eves" you encouraged warmly, a tender hand coming to rest against her back, "Aren't you going to say hello?"

A little head tentatively peered over the fabric of your dress, Evelyn's eyes widening as she took in Cassian's wings which imposingly filled the space of your corridor. The nervous girl squeaked a small hello in the General's direction before moving to hide behind the safety of your body once more.

Worried that his wings were too intimidating, Cassian drew them in tightly, bending his knees in order to lower himself to Evelyn's level before greeting the shy girl, "Hi Evie, I'm Cassian." The male allowed a bright smile to cross his face as he watched your daughter's curious eyes peer over the skirt of your dress at his introduction, "Your mum has told me everything about you."

Wanting to aid Cassian who was growing increasingly panicked at the prospect of having to break the ice with your timid daughter, you bent down to speak to her, "How about we go into the room so you can show Cassian your toys hmm?" With a sheepish nod, Evelyn takes your hand, hesitantly moving out from behind your skirt in order to lead you into the living room.

Cassian followed suit, standing from his crouch before moving to the door, only to be unpleasantly surprised upon discovering he was unable to fit through the small wooden frame. His large wings blocking him from entering the room.

Curling them in tighter, the male tried again, attempting to walk into the room once more only to be stopped by the thud of his wings against either side of the doorframe. Just as a frustrated curse was about to tumble from Cassian's lips, a melodic laugh pulled him from his anger.

And Cassian could have sworn it was the sweetest sound he had ever heard.

There stood Evelyn, in the middle of your living room, clutching her stomach as she laughed to her hearts content at Cassian's unfortunate situation.

It was impossible for him to be angry, Cassian's brows unfurrowing at the beautiful sound of her laughter, a deep chuckle of his own breaking from his mouth as he watched the young girl giggle. Love already growing in his eyes as Cassian wished to bottle the sound of her joy.

"Evie," you started in-between your cackling, "Why don't you help poor Cas get in?"

It took all his effort for Cassian not to melt when Evelyn padded over to him, cheeks still rosy from her laughter, and held out a tiny hand for him to take.

Making sure to move his wings into a position that would enable him to enter the room, Cassian took Evelyn's hand which was dwarfed by his own, allowing the girl to pull him into the room.

"My hero" Cassian sweetly grinned, crouching down to place a delicate kiss onto the back of your daughter's hand, "Either I'm going to need some smaller wings or your mum's going to have to get a bigger door."

Another round of giggles fell from Evelyn's lips at his words, her little hand still tucked into Cassian's palm, the girl shaking her head as she quietly spoke, "I like your wings just the way they are."

"Thank you" Cassian replied with a smile, cheeks dusting with a pink blush at her sweet compliment. "I like your dress" he replied, coming to lightly poke Evelyn's button nose which earned him an excitable squeal from the girl before her face adorably scrunched into a picture of curiosity.

"Can . . . can I touch them?" Evelyn shyly asked. Her question being met with sounds of protest from you, knowing just how sensitive Illyrian wings can be. Yet Cassian's answer surprised you, the male telling the girl yes without even an ounce of hesitation.

"Here" he softly spoke, taking Evelyn's hand which was still wrapped in his own and moving it towards a spot on his wing he knew wasn't as sensitive as the others.

Not wanting Cassian to feel obliged to do this just to keep your daughter happy you protested once more, "Cas you don't have to-"

"I don't mind sweetheart"

And as Evelyn's hand came to lightly press against the membrane of his wing, Cassian couldn't stop the spark of joy he felt at seeing the young girl smile. Knowing in his heart that despite this being their first introduction, the General would do anything and everything within his power to ensure your daughter's happiness.

It took everything in you not to cry at the sight of Cassian sating your daughter's curiosity. At the dazzling smile which was painted across his face as he looked at Evelyn with such love. A type of love you had only hoped she would one day get to experience, the love that only a father could provide.

“Can I mama? Can I please?” Evelyn’s begging voice broke you from your thoughts.

“Can you what sorry sweetheart?” You ask, wondering exactly what it was that left your daughter so eager for an answer.

“Can we go flying? Please, please, pleaseeee.”

Cassian grinned at you wickedly from behind where Evelyn was stood, shrugging his shoulders as he mimicked your daughter’s pleading tone, “Please mama, we promise we’ll be good!”

As you flatly stared between Cassian’s smirking face and Evelyn’s equally mischievous smile you silently cursed yourself, scoffing in disbelief at the fact Cassian had known your daughter for under an hour and had already pulled her into his troublesome ways.

Praying to the mother for the strength you are going to need for the restless days ahead.

It had been an evening to remember for Evelyn, Cassian having been more than willing to occupy her until the late hours of the night. Bed-time forgotten as the two of them played and played until Evelyn was no longer able to keep her eyes open no matter how hard she tried.

Your daughter sprawled across yours and Cassian’s lap as the three of you cuddled on the sofa. It didn’t take much longer for you to follow suit and join Evelyn in her dreaming, eyes drifting closed as Cassian’s warmth pulled you into an inviting slumber.

Cassian was more than content to sit and watch the two of you sleep, lip curling at the soft snores which escaped from Evelyn’s mouth.

And as Cassian lay there with the two of you safely tucked within the sanctuary of his arms, he wondered if this was what he had been missing all of his life. For being here, surrounded by the small family you had built for yourself, Cassian could have sworn that his heart had grown two sizes bigger.

So as he stayed awake, scared of missing out on a single moment, Cassian whispered into the silence of the night. A hushed prayer for whoever was listening.

“Thank you” a soft smile graced his lips, “For bringing me my beautiful girls.”

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Notes: Ahhhh I love them so much 🥹

If you want to see any more of them and have an ideas for what it is you want please do feel free to send in some requests because I totally wouldn’t mind writing more about this little family 🥹

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☆ Masterlist :

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Stalker!Ghost Series

Fated // WillNE

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Lunch club

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“Is that my shirt?” Ghost X Reader

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Single mum in military!Reader X Ghost

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Gaz X Reader fluff

Konig X reader suggestive

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Ghost X Reader ‘Highschool to military love PT.1’

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Ghost X SingleMum!Reader Fluff

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Ghost X Reader Imagine

Ghost X Reader Smut blurb

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Colby X Reader “Say it and I’m yours”

Colby X Reader, Cheat

Colby X Reader NSFW Alphabet

Headcanons :)

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Colby X Reader, “Second Chance Romance”

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Jake X MusicalArtist! Reader

Jake X MusicalArtist! Reader Part 2

Jake Webber X Reader Fluff

Jake Webber X Reader Fluff

Jake Webber X Reader NSFW alphabet

Jake Webber X Reader Smut

Headcanons :)

Jake Webber X Reader Smut

Jake Webber X Reader Angst-Comfort

Headcanons

Jake Webber X Reader Christmas special! :)

Jake Webber X Reader Christmas Special! :) Pt.2

Jake Webber X Virgin!Reader Smut

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Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Smut

Headcanons :)

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader NSFW Alphabet

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Fluff

Johnnie Guilbert X Band!Reader

Headcanons

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Comfort

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Christmas Special! :)

Sfw alphabet

Johnnie Guilbert X Reader Fluff

Johnnie Guilbert X Lyric Writer!Reader Fluff

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Brainrot

MrBeast Boyfriend Challenges,Fluff

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Someone special

Riding Ted

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Hickeys w/Ted

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Baby Fever // breeding kink

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☆ Noah/Hugbox

Lunch club hcs

☆ Slimecicle/Charlie

Lunch club hcs

☆ Dream/Clay

Because i liked a boy

Nostalgia Comfort

☆ No name

Daddy issues,the neighbourhood

☆ Andre Lee

NSFW headcanons :3

☆ WillNE

5 year anniversary

Non applicable:

☆ James Marriot

N/A

☆ Josh lin

N/A

☆ Rosa Diaz

N/A

[mev-fizzah-writes]

𝐆𝐢𝐫𝐥s 𝐧𝐞𝐱𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐨𝐫 .☘︎ ́˖ WIP

A/N: What is it like living to Jason? Why does he seem so familiar? you are 100% sure you have never met a 6 foot something man with oddly dyed hair and a terrifying sleep schedule before so...what is it? Also, thinking about making it singlemom!reader but idk if anyone would enjoy that, please let me know :)TW: ...school? Bad exes ?

In all your years of living in Gotham, you have definitely have had your fair share of odd neighbours but your recent one just takes the cake. When he first moved in you found him passed out on the hallway with a cut above his eyebrow.

Did you help him...? No it wasn't any of your business, what if he was comfortable there? It was a bit of a nuisance to walk past him, he was a large man. At first you thought he might've been a security guard, or maybe even a thug, it didn't take long to realise that, he was in fact, unemployed. But unemployed or not, you would seriously worry for the man. Maybe it started when you got a peek into his apartment, it wasn't pretty, or maybe it was the time he had you if you had a spare first aid kit and when he opened the door for you to give it to him, it left you in a bit of a shock. That night, you completely ignored all your rules of minding your business and treated every bruise, wound and cut with care, that night you also gained a friend.

It had been a while since you had any adult friends, since you worked in a mixed age school, most people you conversed with didn't understand the word 'converse'. From then on the neighbour became a lot more easy to deal with, he was less grump, stopped with continues thuds in his house, he became more cleaner and it made your heart beam with pride. Though there was this one thing gnawing at your heart, you still didn't know this mans name.

Though that wasn't what was bothering you, what was bothering you was that every time you looked into his green eyes you couldn't help but feel...wrong? Like there should be a different face and voice to that person. Maybe it was just you being crazy again

Should I make this into a series and if so should I make it singlemum!reader or is that too complicated?

[harrysfolklore]

okay so upcoming long fics:

wolff!reader x max

driver!reader x franco

singlemum!reader x george

LETS GO

[fligniuz]

singledad!luigi going to the park with his son every weekend and he meets singlemum!reader with her daughter

i love single dad luigi this is so😩😩

[charlesf1leclerc]

5 day blurb event

This is just to fill my time in the morning and night when I have no work to do. Please check my post before this for more information but this will only be for 5 days then I will come back home and write my requests and oscar and Charles fic. 

I will be capping it at 15 blurbs and then shutting my requests so I can write them and see how I go also with work and then if I have more time I will open the blurb requests up again.  

How to send in a request:

Type requests in my inbox not in my messages so use the tab that says requests. Use one of the emojis bellow to say the specific theme then follow with your idea for that theme and which of the following drivers on the list bellow you want included and I will write a blurb on it. Have fun!

Themes

💋Nsfw  / smut

👑Royal au

🚗Driver!reader

🤰Pregnant!reader

💍Wife!reader

👧Sister!reader

🖤Mafia au

🍼Singlemum!reader

👨‍👩‍👦Poly relationship 

Drivers

Charles leclerc

Lando norris

Oscar Piastri

Logan Sargeant

Pierre Gasly

daniel Ricciardo

Arthur leclerc

Ollie bearman

[roseandxanderfics]

Ted Lasso

Roy Kent

“You’re Too Fucking Bright” x Sunshine!Reader - Roy’s always been gruff, angry, and allergic to feelings—until you.

“The Calm Before the Storm” - Roy Kent, the gruff footballer, finds himself unexpectedly growing fond of a golden retriever puppy and the kind-hearted barista who works at his favorite café. As the bond between Roy and the dog deepens, so does his connection with her, leading him to confront his emotions and open up in ways he never thought possible.

“Just a Little Slow on the Uptake” - Roy Kent is grumpy and protective of his sweet, oblivious friend (Y/N), who’s always a little lost in her own world. As he tries (and fails) to confess his feelings through awkward moments and teasing from the team, he finally finds the courage to tell her how he feels—only to discover she’s been cluelessly falling for him too.

"Daydream Believer" – Luna Lovegood-esque!Reader - You see magic in the world—talking to trees, dancing to football chants, believing the pitch has a soul. Most people don’t get it. But Roy Kent listens. And maybe, just maybe, he starts to believe too.

“More Than Capable” - PhysicallyDisabled!Reader - Roy Kent is stubborn. You’re just as bad. He thinks he’s protecting you, but you don’t need protecting—you need him to see you. To stop treating you like you’re breakable. After a brutal Richmond loss, tensions run high, and the truth finally comes out. Roy cares. Too much. And when you push him to admit why, he finally snaps—confessing everything in the only way he knows how: blunt, messy, and completely him.

“Small But Mighty” - Short!reader - A collection of moments where Roy Kent comes to terms with just how tiny you are.

“Steady in the Shadows” - Shy!reader - You keep to the shadows, but Roy sees you. When you run after an anxiety attack, he finds you—steady, patient. And one night, you don’t leave.

"No More Secrets" - Abused!reader - Your boyfriend takes everything—your home, your money, your sense of self. Roy sees it. He sees you. And when the bastard shows up at Nelson Road, Roy makes sure he never comes near you again.

"I See You" - Blind!Reader - Roy’s unreadable to most people—but not to you. You feel him in every touch, every breath, every unspoken word. And when he finally realizes it? He’s absolutely fucked.

Pattern Recognition – Autistic!Reader - Roy Kent crashes into your routine but doesn’t disrupt it—he adapts. He notices, he listens, and in his own gruff way, he makes the world a little easier. Maybe love isn’t about change—it’s about understanding.

“Six Weeks With Roy” - Roy originally booked the six-week holiday for you, thinking you needed a break. What neither of you expected was how much it would change everything. Now, standing in the airport, you have a choice—go back to your old life or stay with him. And Roy? He’s not letting you go without a fight.

“Unexpected Upgrades” - shy!reader - You meet Roy Kent at the airport when he begrudgingly helps you with a problem. Coincidence seats you next to him on the flight, where he discovers you’re quietly funny despite your shyness. You part ways at baggage claim—only to reunite the next day at Nelson Road, where Roy learns you’re a new part-owner of Richmond. “Safe Haven” - SingleMum!reader - Roy Kent never expected to fall for a single mum and her kid, but somehow, he’s become the grumpy protector of both. He’s got a reputation to uphold—except when it comes to you two.

"The Puppy Incident" - Roy Kent does not have a dog. He just… happens to be temporarily housing a tiny, abandoned puppy. Definitely not getting attached. Definitely not spoiling it. And he’s absolutely not bringing it to Nelson Road. (He is. He’s so fucked.)

“Training Ground Moments” - Roy Kent doesn’t do soft—except when you’re around. The team notices. Jamie teases. And Roy? He just grumbles and lets it happen. Maybe even likes it.

“The Silent Bond” - A reserved physio at Richmond FC and Roy Kent form a quiet, unspoken bond through subtle gestures and shared moments. Over time, their connection deepens, offering comfort and trust without needing many words.

"First Impressions" - Girly!reader - A new receptionist at Richmond attends her first football game and starts to understand the passion behind it, especially through Roy Kent. As the game ends, she feels more connected to the team—and maybe to him too. The journey’s just beginning.

“Breaking Through” - Emotionally Distant Reader - People around you came and went, but you kept them at arm's length—too afraid to let them close enough to hurt you. But Roy Kent? Roy Kent was different.

"Silent Comfort" - TouchStarved!Reader - Roy Kent notices your struggle with emotional walls and, with subtle gestures, slowly helps you open up. Through small, comforting touches and quiet understanding, you realize you don’t have to face the world alone anymore.

“Blood, Mud, and Everything Between” - RugbyPlayer!Reader - After a brutal rugby match, Roy helps you clean up—hands gentle despite his usual gruffness. Between the bruises, the shower, and the quiet moments after, something deeper slips out: the truth about how much he really loves you. Tender, steamy, and all Roy Kent.

Rebecca Welton

“Unwrapped” - Rebecca finds out it’s your birthday—even though you didn’t want anyone to know. No parties, no cake. Just a quiet dinner, a soft moment, and a reminder: “Still here. Still standing. Still you.”

"A Gentle Touch" - Touch-Starved Reader - Rebecca Welton notices the quiet vulnerability in a touch-starved reader and offers comfort through small, tender gestures. As their bond grows, so does their connection, shifting from simple touches to something deeper and more intimate.

Sam Obisanya

"Unspoken Comfort" - x Touchstarved!reader - Sam Obisanya notices you're always tense and distant, and with gentle touches and kind words, he slowly helps you let your guard down. As your bond deepens, you begin to feel safe enough to open up, but you're still unsure if you're ready to take the next step—yet.

"Safe in His Arms" - Autistic Reader - Sam Obisanya’s patience and kindness make him the perfect person for them to feel safe with, as he learns to communicate in ways that make them comfortable. Over time, their deep emotional bond blossoms into a quiet, tender romance built on trust and understanding.

[cornacopicimagines]

best of friends │t.h

pairing: single dad!mob!tom holland x single mum!reader

words: 9k (oh god, i’m so sorry)

warnings: SMUT, swearing, praise kink, oral (female recieving), slight violence, mentions of verbal abuse/ degration & rough sex if you squint

summary:  Theo y/l/n and James Holland are the best friends that only 8-year-olds can get, their parents though are a little less happy with their lives. For James' dad; Mob-King Tom, he can't seem to catch cupid's arrow. Better yet, he refused to even let the stupid cherub let it fly free. For Theo's mum; y/n, it's her confidence that shakes her love life until there's nothing there. So it was meant to be.

a/n: at first i hated this fic (i still sort of hate the first part) but i think it’s really grown on me :)

masterlist

part 2

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y/n smiled as she waved off the last group of kids, the small children giving her tight hugs before running off to their parents. She truly loved her job; she couldn't ask for anything other than the life she has right now but something has always been devoid. Alas, being a primary school teacher with an 8-year-old son can keep you busy enough to forget about your past problems.

"Muuum," Theo dragged on as he danced around one desk lazily, "when are we going home, I've got some cartoons to watch," he said snappily, y/n debated on whether she should call her son out on his attitude.

"Soon, you little devil," y/n replied, still happily dismissing her students. Seeing as most of the kids had gone or having a chat with their parents, y/n took that as a sign to pack up her classroom.

"I think Molly has a crush on me," Theo told y/n with a wide grin on his face. She stared up at him with a matching smile.

"Really, how do you know that?" y/n asked cheekily, she waited for her son's answer but only got a shrug and a sigh. She chestily laughed as she started to pack up her bag. "That's not an answer little man!"

"Ask James, he agrees with me," Theo defended.

"You two have really been making a ruckus in my classroom, I should probably split you two up," y/n falsely threatened as she slipped on a small touch up of her pale red lip gloss.

Theo immediately ran to the front of her desk with sad eyes, "please don't mum, we'll be extra good," Theo lifted his pinky finger to wave in her face, "I pinky promise."

y/n stared down and captured his tiny finger with hers, sealing the deal. As she grabbed the rest of her things from underneath her desk, she heard the small pitter patter of an extra pair of feet.

"Hi, Ms.y/l/n" a soft worried voice called out, y/n lifted her head to see James Holland with his bottom lip trembling and his eyes filling with hot tears not daring to spill over. y/n almost jumped over the desk to comfort the young boy.

"Oh James, what's the matter?" she asked gently as she gently wiped the liquid from his cheeks.

"I was supposed to-to be picked up-p a long t-t-time ago," James told her through stifled sobs. y/n felt her heart shatter with absolute sadness for this little boy. It had been an hour since school ended, his parents must be late. "I was wondering if I could go home with you until my dad or his assistant can come and get me."

y/n knew that James's dad did some shady business. She wasn't dumb; she picked up on everything. Whenever his so-called assistant would come to get James she would always ask what he did to dress so sharply and the blonde would constantly have a different answer or sometimes he would deflect the question altogether. She also noticed the gun that lay hidden underneath his jacket and the small pocket knives around his waist. She never thought too much about it because James was the sweetest kid on the planet and he made Theo thrilled, she would not take that away from him by alerting the police to a threat that she had nothing but a hunch about.

Theo burst into a roar of excited cheers as soon as the sentence fell off James's lips. y/n shushed her son before turning back to James. "As much as both of us would love that, you can't come home with us without your dad's permission."

"Can't you just call him?" James exclaimed as he corked an eyebrow at her, as small blush arose on her cheeks; sometimes she felt dumber than the kids. As school policy goes, y/n must have a small binder with all the parents' contacts in case of emergencies.

"Great idea," she complimented as she quickly went to make the phone call. Her finger skimmed around the book, finding the last name Holland and the first name Tom underneath James's page. She had heard that name before she just can identify where. Either way, she rang and someone answered after a few rings.

"Hello?" a male voice called out.

"Hi, this is Ms. y/l/n," y/n told him sweetly. "I have James here saying that nobody has picked him up yet," she told him.

"Fuck, I knew I forgot something!" the voice shouted, y/n was 99% sure the boys could hear it, "shit, Tom will gut me like a fish," the man sounded worried and flustered with panic and fear.

"Wait, who am I exactly talking to?" she pondered.

"Harrison, I'm Tom's assistant." Harrison rolled the assistant slowly. An obvious diversion that she wasn't idiotic enough to fall for.

"Well, if it makes any difference, Theo and James have just made plans for James to come home with myself and Theo," she spoke quietly. "Would that be okay?"

The line was silent for a second or two before Harrison quickly responded, "Yes that will be fine, someone will pick him up around 6," he snapped at her before cutting off the line abruptly.

y/n stared at her phone for a moment before she stared at the boys with a wide gleam. "You're coming home with us James and its homemade pizza for dinner tonight!"

With that, the pair of boys rejoiced and the three of them walked out of the classroom and towards the exit.

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Tom sat in his impressively large chair, his eyes never leaving the clock that lay between photos of his family and his son James. He had been in meetings all day with people that pissed him the fuck off. All Tom had been looking forward to is seeing his son and spending his time playing with James. But yet, it had been an hour since he should have been out of school, meaning he should have been home 20 minutes ago. There as a few harsh knocks, Tom instantly knew who it was.

"Got some news mate," Harrison told him before he had even entered the room.

Tom let his head lean back and a hoarse groan slips out, "it better be good otherwise, I don't want to fucking hear it," Tom spat, "I've been in meetings all day, just wanna see my son."

"About that." Harrison trailed off. Tom felt his heart stop. He instantly rushed over to Harrison's side. "I forgot to pick James up from school today and-"

"You absolute dumbass!" Tom roared. "Other Mob bosses know who he is. I can't have him walking the school ground by himself he'll get bloody kidnapped!" Tom started to ramble, he hardly ever did such an infantile act. He hadn't rambled since James was left on his doorstep with a note saying he was Tom's son and that was eight years ago!

Tom couldn't help but feel guilt rack his body, a million thoughts ran through his mind and he felt as if he was on the verge of tears, but he refuses to let even one go. Suddenly, he snapped out of it and almost sprinted towards Harrison. His hands clasped around Harrison's collar and brought him in so fast, Harrison's knees buckled at the force and skidded across the hard floor. "If you didn't pick him up, where the fuck is he?"

Tom watched as Harrison gulped loudly. Tom hated getting violent with Harrison, but with the safety of his son. Tom would mow downfield of people if it meant James was alive.

"He is with his teacher and her son. She said that I have to pick him up later," Harrison told him weepily. Tom didn't know if it relieved him to know that his son was with good hands with his teacher, who Tom had only heard good things about from Harrison or that his right-hand man let his son go off with a woman Tom has never met. "Listen, she said they are making homemade pizza and that we are welcome to join her when I go pick James up."

"Hm, pick him up when it is necessary," Tom grunted as he walked off, suddenly much calmer than he was before. Harrison regained his composure and ran to Tom's side.

"No, I think you should go pick him up," Harrison told him. Coming from anyone else, Tom would have their tongue cut out, but Tom felt obliged to let it slide after his recent outburst at Harrison. "I think it would be good for James to see his own father come pick him up for once and it wouldn't hurt to meet Ms. y/l/n," Harrison spoke the last part with a wiggle of his eyebrows.

"Before you scheme and manipulate your way into making me do something, you know I don't want any woman taking advantage of me- again," Tom hated saying that sentence, he hated giving James's mother the satisfaction that she broke the heart of the world's hardest mobster. That a dancer from a strip club he owned broke the one heart that was never meant to; his. Tom took it as a sign that love wasn't in his card, only single parenthood. Though deep down, Tom wanted someone else, he didn't want to sleep around with expensive strippers and high-end prostitutes for the rest of his life, he would not die with that being his greatest achievement in the sex department. He'd never admit that to a single soul.

"Come on, get back on the horse," Harrison told him gleefully, "She's a nice woman and you've always complained that all the girlfriends you've had since James have hated children, well she works with your son almost every day. There's a fucking jackpot right in front of you, mate."

Tom groaned in disapproval, "How do you even know she's single, she got an 8-year-old son, she's married" he sighed

"You have an eight-year-old and you aren't fucking married you twat," Harrison scoffed, "plus I've never seen a ring on that finger," he held up his ringer finger and swirling it in his face.

"I don't want to do this anymore, Harrison," Tom complained as he smacked Harrison hand away, "I think it's time to give up, my schedule is too busy, I can barely see my own fucking son!" Tom called out as he rested his hands on his hair, "How can I sustain an actual relationship?"

Harrison said nothing but stared at his best friend. To Harrison, Tom looked flustered, angry and tense. Harrison knew that Tom blamed only himself for the misfortunes in his life, even though all the shit that was happening to him wasn't his fault at all.

Tom could see Harrison was pondering at him. He hated it. "If I do this, will you give it a fucking rest," Tom compromised. Harrison looked at him smugly.

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y/n stood at the messy benches of her kitchen, shredded cheese fell everywhere and a three quarterly cut pepperoni stick was about to fall off. A warm and delicious smell over the house from the full oven; it was her favourite thing. Currently, y/n was finely chopping basil and rosemary while the two boys sat at the island table, flour and sauce almost covered the entire table and the power creates a ring around the boys.

"Now, Theo do you want to tell James how to lay the pepperoni to make sure it doesn't get all soggy," y/n asked him sweetly, trusting him enough to not have to turn around completely.

"Yesmum!" Theo called out as if she wasn't in the same room. She chuckled to herself before she dumped the herbs into a bowl and came over to the table, sitting on one of the free chairs.

y/n watched as Theo taught James the perfect placing of pepperoni on the spare pizza. It was if y/n intrigue of James's father had hit an all-time high as she stared at the young boy. Before she taught James, she remembers hearing a lot of rumours about James's father from the other teachers and even other mothers about how he was mysterious and them handsome. She used to giggle at the rumours; she supposed that some lonely suburban housewives concocted the rumours, that they had nothing better to do than lust after the young bachelor because their husbands can find the g-spot.

But now that she is teaching James, the rumours seem to come alive the longer she knows the boy. She can't help but fall into the trap of her primal curiosity because of a stranger she's never even met and that very stranger could deal with a shady past or worse a shady present.

"So, James, how your dad?" y/n asked innocently. James stopped placing the toppings to talk to her (much to Theo's disapproval).

"Oh, he's awesome, I don't get to see him a lot but when I do it's amazing," James squealed happily. y/n cocked her eyebrow at the boy.

"What do you mean, you don't get to see him a lot', doesn't your dad pick you up from school every day," y/n pressed, she knew she shouldn't be asking him these types of questions but she couldn't help it and James seemed happy enough to answer.

"My dad partner picks me up, his name's Harrison, and he's the best," James smiled widely as Theo tried to get him to pay attention.

"So, what does your dad do?" y/n queered again, genuinely interested in James' answer. The little boy scratched his head a bit before shrugging his shoulders in confusion, y/n laughed sweetly. "You know how I work as your teacher-"

"And you're the best!" James cut her off suddenly.

"Thank you, but what does your dad do during the day," she spoke quietly but it appeared James got the memo.

"My dad does deals with people where he shouts at them and sometimes, I see this icky dark red stuff on him, but dad just tells me it's just paint," James replied sweetly unaware of y/n shocked face. Sure, she had her doubts and suspicions, but she never expected them to be true. Her heart dropped into the pit of her stomach. She has the son of Tom fucking Holland in her house, likely without his knowledge. She'd be lucky if Tom leaves her bloody and bruised. y/n didn't want to believe that this angelic and adorable boy has the world's most feared mobster has a father. How the fuck did she not notice the queue with all the bodyguards that come along to pickup time, the expensive stuff that he brings to class and why Harrison is always wearing a very expensive suit just to bring an eight-year-old back home.

"We're done, ma," Theo called her out of her anxiety-driven haze. She smiled sheepishly as she took the pizzas from the boys and put them in the oven. "Are you okay, mum?" Theo asked again as he crawled off the chair and went to throw the scraps in the bin.

"Yes sweetheart," y/n replied shakily. What was she going to say to him, how was she going to explain, how is she going to keep her son safe, what if she-

Ding!

The doorbell rang, the sound almost deafened her. y/n steadied her nerves and walked over to open the door. Outside stood two bulky 6'4" men and a nicely dressed one in the middle. For some odd reason, y/n felt her cheeks heat and her heart rate pick up. The messily pushed back brown curls seemed to fall perfectly in place and frame his face. Massive diamond rings laced his fingers as he slightly tapped at his wrist, that she might add was decorated stunningly with pronounced veins that made her weak.

"Um, welcome," y/n spoke quietly, the man in the middle (who she assumed was Tom) stared at her darkly before stepping inside. The warm lighting of her hallway seemed to illuminate Tom's features y/n noticed the sharp jaw, and she was just able to make out his dark brown eyes underneath the Versace sunglasses. "Hi, you m-must be James's dad, I'm Theo's mum; y/n," she extended her hand to meet his.

Since she opened the door, entrancement seemed to flow through him. Sure, it wasn't romantically at first, but the woman surely intrigued him. She had her hair tucked behind her slightly sauced ears and behind a flour-covered apron seemed to be a tight-fitting red pin-up dress, which he compliments shows off her curves nicely. Tom felt like he had to smile at her, not in a joking way but in a way that he couldn't explain. In a way that he had to smile when he saw Tessa trip over her own feet. It was adorable; she was adorable.

When he heard her speak, it felt like a breath of fresh air had hit him. He felt as if he was in his childhood home again and she was the beautiful nanny Tom would have had a crush on. Tom felt instantly out of place when he walked in. He was so used to the dark setting and furniture of his massive mansion. He was so used to walking the long empty halls and going to bed in a vacantly giant room. Now though, her home felt so cosy. The walls were tight enough to feel warm but wide enough to not squeeze you. The rooms seemed busy with colours and clothes and her kitchen was small but still seemed homey.

In an act of complete defiance to himself, Tom thought he could live here if he wanted, and he wanted to. It was so different from his regularly scheduled life, her home, her arrangement and even y/n herself made Tom feel so out of place that he had to give her all his undying attention as if she was a magnet of everything Tom needed to balance his life. What the fuck is going on with him? So he snapped himself out of it.

"Where's my son," Tom asked her. He tried not to sound like a total dick, but it was hard not to. Tom felt worse when he saw y/n flinch slightly after he snapped, "I'm sorry," Tom has never apologised to anyone other than his son, he has to get his shit together quickly.

"Oh no, it's okay," y/n smiled warmly, the apology from the mobster made her feel a little better about her situation. "James is hanging out with Theo, you're welcome to stay if you'd like," she invited. Tom felt like he had to stay, and it didn't help that when James saw him in the hallway, he started to cry and whine.

Tom immediately ran to his side, but James pushed him away and hugged Theo, which he happily reciprocated.

"No, I'm not going, you can't make me!" James yelled furiously as he turned his back to his father. Tom sighed loudly. He bent down and placed his hand against James's back.

"Come on, little man, I don't want to intrude," Tom explained sweetly, his hand rubbing small circles. y/n didn't know a man such as Tom Holland could speak that softly and sweetly; it made her want to swoon.

"He's not in-intruding Mr Holland," Theo told her quietly. Tom noticed the boy had stumbled over the hard word. He couldn't help but admit defeat and regained his composure.

"Harrison told me you were making pizzas, it's been a while since I've had some well at least homemade ones," Tom announced loudly, "so I guess we are staying."

The two boys rejoice before they made their way back to the TV and left Tom and y/n by themselves. y/n awkwardly made her way to the kitchen, and Tom dismissed the two bodyguards behind him and happily followed her.

As he walked down the hallway, he took slight notice of the different photos that hung on the walls. Most of them were of Theo, one had him in a karate uniform holding a trophy and a toothy smile while another had a photo of y/n and Theo at the park. Tom couldn't help but smile at them. Once more did he have the feeling of need for all of this to be in his life, he wanted more, correction he needed more. He squeezed through her slim doorway and stumbled into y/n's endearingly kitchen.

He had never seen a mess like her kitchen; he saw flour on the floor and sauce on the cupboards. Tom couldn't help but let a small chuckle escape his lips as he sat opposite her.

Tom wasn't an idiot. He could see how scared he was making her just by sitting closer to her. y/n on the other end of the table was almost shitting herself, she could feel her throat becoming dry and tried her best to avoid connecting their eyes even if she desperately wanted another peek at his warm brown eyes.

Tom stared at her with guilt racking his body, "I will not hurt you," Tom told her gently and for some odd reason, he fought back the urge to hold her trembling hand as he spoke. y/n didn't believe him, she knew deep down that this is what he says to his victims before he blows their fucking brains out, until "I promise." Tom had even surprised himself with his words. He has promised nothing other than when he promised his son he could ice-cream for dinner one night, Tom wasn't sure what was washing over him but worse he didn't know if he liked the feeling or not.

Tom waited for her response. He waited for y/n to give him any cue to tell him she felt safe around him. Finally, y/n lifted her eyes to meet his. Tom hadn't really gotten a good look at the door. Her eyes matched her whole persona, it almost entranced him. They were young but filled with such wisdom and knowledge; he didn't know what to do. It was an obvious y/ec, but it was like he was experiencing the colour for the first time in his 27 year life.

y/n slowly lifted her eyes to meet his and Tom's heart jumped into his throat. Never has a woman had this effect on him; it addicted him. Tom spotted a faint smile on her sauce, dusted lips and couldn't help but return the favour. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't be this cold towards you," she spoke softly.

"Oh, it's fine. I get it all the time," Tom responded with a small giggle.

"That's awful," y/n immediately protested, her full attention on him.

"What I do is awful sweetheart, it comes with the job," he told her as he leaned back in his chair. y/n pulled back, how could she be so dumb?

Tom noticed her sudden shift in mood and cleared the air, "I don't mean to pry but is Theo's father around, I didn't notice him in any of the photos," Tom asked awkwardly, he genuinely wanted to know but immediately realised his mistake, "or is that not a talking topic?"

"No, it's okay," y/n responded with a light chuckle, something Tom desperately wanted to hear more of, "Theo's dad and I split badly and I haven't spoken to him in years," the memory still haunts y/n but she could only let fragmented pieces out at a time, "Theo has never met his father and I intend on keeping it that way."

Tom's brain started to concoct a sadly romantic fairy tale with both of them but he quickly scolded himself. Suddenly, y/n perked up. She jumped from the table, took one pizza out of the oven, and started to cut it.

"What about you?" y/n asked with her back turned.

"What about me?" Tom responded, nobody has ever asked him that.

"A good-looking man like you with a son has to be married," y/n exclaimed before placing a pizza in front of them both and calling for the boys, giving them their pizza.

"Sadly, no, I'm not married," Tom chuckled as he picked up a piece. "I had James with his mother on a whim I guess." Tom saw y/n cocked her eyebrow in confusion. "That's all I'm letting out." Tom crossed his arms and leaned away.

y/n though leaned in and batted her eyelashes, "No, you got me intrigued," y/n whined. "If you tell me, I will tell you my backstory the next time we meet."

"We're going to meet again?" Tom smirked widely, suddenly pulled into her spell. Tom saw the heat rise to her cheeks and her face scrunch up as she tried to rack her brain for a proper answer. She was gorgeous; he wanted to stare at her face for all eternity.

"O-of course," she stuttered, tripping over her own tongue suddenly. She doesn't know why she's acting like this. Sure he's a godly handsome man that is ticking all of her boxes in a matter of moments but her brain seems to keep forgetting that she's sitting just a few feet away from the King of the English Mafia. A man who could kill her in a second, still she couldn't help the primal attraction that was cursing through her.

Tom held his hand out to her. "All right darling, it's a deal," he spoke lowly. Any logical person would have kept their hand to themselves. Any reasonable educated person would not raise their hand and shake Tom's. y/n was a logical and educated woman, but not with Tom around. So she took his hand in hers and shook slowly.

"Jame's was- how do I say this? Not planned." Tom sighed as he played with the pizza in front of him. "When I first got control over the Mafia. I bought this strip club just down the street. I used to go in there almost every night. I thought if I went in it would make me feel like a true Mafia King. The Mafia King who sleeps with whoever he wants whenever he wants, but I guess I am more of a romantic than I thought. There was this girl, she was interesting, and I found her mesmerising from the second I saw her. So like an idiot I started to see her only, I bought her things, I gave her safety and let her decide in the Mob. I guess one night I forgot to put on a condom and she left me the very next night. Nine months later, James was wailing on my doorstep with a small note saying 'I am so sorry, he's yours and I can't look after him', I still remember the words on that stupid fucking note," Tom felt his voice crack, he peered over to James who was eating his pizza and pretending to fight the bad guys on the T.V, "I adore my son with every fibre in my being but I just wish things were a little different."

Tom swivelled around and saw y/n almost in tears, "I'm sorry," y/n snapped out of her emotional haze and started to wipe away some tears, "I don't know what came over me."

"That's all right, my mum was in tears for days after James arrived." Tom stared down, remembering the feelings of the room on that day, "happy tears."

y/n felt an overwhelming surge of emotion hit her like a truck. She has heard no one talk with such passion. "Wow, that's um-" she blushed, "quite a story."

Tom gave her a weak smile. He noticed the blush that bubbled to the surface of his cheeks. Tom noticed a lot of other things while she sat opposite him. He noticed the small dimples that would peak out if she smiled. He noticed the freckles that perfectly sprinkled her skin. He was sure that if he sat here for long enough, he could count every one of them.

"Is there something on my face?" y/n's concerned voice snapped him out of his lovesick haze. Tom shook his head slightly before y/n took the back of her hand to wipe the non-existing grime off her cheek only to smear sauce all over her.

"Well, now there is," Tom laughed before he leaned over and wiped the sauce with his napkin. y/n came closer to help him reach her but in the process only pushed her cleavage up, causing Tom's chair to slide out from under him. Their faces were so close, y/n felt the warmth from Tom's body wafting and swirling around her as if he was entrancing her. Problem was, she was fully under his spell now.

"Are you going to kiss my dad?" James ecstatic voice called out abruptly. y/n almost fell off her chair just from the pair eyes. Theo was standing just behind James with a smile that matched his friend as they watched their parents compose themselves.

Tom tried to piece an answer to give his son while still leaving his options open with y/n. "None of your business little man," Tom faked growled as he tickled James and Theo's bellies, causing them to run off squealing with excitement.

Tom turned around to face her, the faint glow of the kitchen made y/n look like an angel. He felt overwhelming an urge to fall to his knees and pray to her, but he slid it to back of his mind. Hoping that maybe he could do it soon.

They talked for what seemed like a second but in reality; they had been talking for an hour. Tom would give every cent away just to keep hearing her sweet-like honey voice. y/n as well couldn't get enough of him, the more she allowed herself to open up to him the more she seemed to love his company. He was intelligent, well-spoken and off the record; he was so goddamn attractive. y/n believes she was to go to the nearest church just for having him near her. Still, he made her feel safe. He made her feel something that she hasn't felt since Theo's father left her. It scared her. Her heart picked up and her brain started to overwork itself. He was just humouring her; he would leave her in a heartbeat; he's got rows of women begging to sleep with him, why would he want her?

"Oh god, w-would you look at the t-time," y/n stuttered as she rushed to get him out of the house before she broke down in tears. y/n jumped out of her chair and almost threw the plates into the sink.

Tom stood up in a panic. He was having a wonderful time with her, why was she so eager to get herself alone?

"It's only a quarter to ten," Tom chuckled as he checked the watch on his wrist. y/n didn't want to make him leave. If it were up to her, she would let the kids' sleepover and pull him into her sheets as fast as possible but her subconscious had other plans.

"I'm sure the King of The Mafia has a busy schedule," she replied as she ran to get the boys' plates and get them back to the kitchen. She was right, Tom did have a lot happening tomorrow. He was most likely going to get his hands dirty. He kept his mouth shut on that remembrance.

"Well, how about you come over to mine tomorrow night," Tom suggested. y/n stood dead in her tracks. "I need to repay you for this wonderful night." A blush formed on her cheeks.

She sighed and before she could even let a single syllable out-, "We would love to Mr. Holland!" Theo's voice shot up. His head appeared just behind her with a straight smile. Tom immediately matched Theo's, knowing y/n couldn't refuse the two of them.

"Yes, we would love to and we will-" y/n head dropped, "and we will be there."

Tom let himself fist bump the air as he went to get James off the couch. "How's 9:30 sound, I have some stuff to deal with beforehand?"

"Sounds g-great," y/n sighed. Tom quickly pecked her cheek as he went for the door. y/n turned to him in disbelief.

"Can't wait angel," Tom whispered just before he closed the door. Jesus Christ, he would be the death of her.

"He seems like a nice guy," Theo blank voice rang out. He leaned up against the back of the couch as he raised his eyebrows at y/n suggestively. she gave him a light smack on his arm.

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Tom sat in his chair. The cloud of smoke and the sounds of ragged panting wafted over the room. Percy's head drooped low as he waited.

"Where's your fucking brother Percy?" Tom asked non-nonchalantly. His eyes never wavered off the man.

"Like I told you buffoons before," Percy lifted his head weakly, "I have no clue where my crackhead brother is," Tom glimpsed his prize. Percy's sweaty hair stuck to his head, the crusted blood started to fall from the gash on eyebrow onto his bound feet. Percy stared at him with one eye open; all he could achieve. Tom smiled gleefully.  

"Don't you fucking lie to me, you little shithead!" Tom roared. His hands slammed down on the desk. Everyone to jump. Tom paced around to lean on the front of his marble desk. "I have some very important people coming in about-" Tom glanced at his watch, "10 minutes."

"I will not rat my own fucking brother out," Percy responded defiantly. Tom's patience was thinning with every tick of the clock.

"I don't want to hurt you, Percy," Tom faked a smile, "not tonight at least. So you better make this quicker than me taking a fucking piss." One of his men pulled Percy's hair back, "Where is you goddamn brother."

Percy felt the barrel of Tom's gun roughly shoved up against his temple. He fought back a tear. "Columbia, trying to smuggle your drugs into Ecuador," Percy revealed.

The door swung open to reveal a completely un-phased Harrison. "They're here."

Tom immediately straightened up. "Perfect Timing!" Tom started to his men, "get rid of him." As his men dragged Percy out of his office. Tom straightened his coat as wiped off the dried blood on his chin. Harrison chuckled lightly before Tom ran out.

"They're in the upstairs hallway," Harrison called out, but Tom was already too far gone. 

The massive painting loomed over y/n. She had completely forgotten how powerful Tom was, the matter that Tom commanded respect had slipped her mind. He stood in a black suit. Like something straight out a mobster movie. she giggled to herself at that thought.

"I begged my mother not to have me painted, but she insisted," Tom called out to her. y/n jumped at his voice but softened when she saw him approaching in the same outfit as the portrait.

"Well I think you look devilishly handsome," y/n responded with a wide smile, a smile that made Tom's heart flutter. As he got closer, he noticed the absence of a certain 8-year-old.

"Where's the munchkin?" he asked as he searched around her.

"He's upstairs with James. He took Theo's hand and ran off as soon as we stepped into the door," she laughed. Tom couldn't help but smile along with her. He wondered if she let this side of her out often. Genuinely giddy and joyous. "Do you look at most women like this?" She broke his concentration. y/n stood there with her eyebrow quirked and a smirk plastered on her face. Tom begged whatever god was up there to allow him just a single kiss.

"Only to you, angel," Tom responded, his pearly white teeth shining through a wide smile. y/n's cheeks flustered and her whole face glowed red. He was pushing all of her buttons, wasn't he?

"Come upstairs, I want to show you something," Tom exclaimed as he captured y/n's hand within his. Tom led her up a small flight of stairs and into a large room. The dim bedroom had red plastered everywhere. The carpet was a soft red velvet and the sheet; a luxurious red and black silk. Hell even the walls were painted with a deep maroon. y/n looked over to him with shock. "Dont worry sweetheart, the surprise is outside," Tom chuckled before his calloused hand landed on the small of her back nudging her softly. y/n's breath hitched into the back of her throat.

y/n pushed the glass doors. The dense forest of trees sparkled in the bright moonlight. The faint glow of London's lights dimmed in the background. She knew this might not have been the most aesthetically pleasing view, but it felt more than it looked. The safety and security of the view made her swoon. "Is this a date, Mr. Holland?" y/n smirked as she sat down in the glass chair.

Tom had never heard his last name sound so sweet.

"Only if you want it to be Ms. y/l/n," he responded, quickly trying to conceal his blush.

She stared out for a moment. y/n didn't know why, but she felt like a shy teenager again. A girl sitting next to a hot guy who has no real interest in her. It was nostalgic in some sick way.

They talked for hours. Tom couldn't get enough of her. It was like she was some beautiful drug. A drug so addictive, he's hooked after one night. Every time a laugh surpassed her soft lips, Tom can't help but let his heart flutter. She, too, was quite enjoying herself. y/n let her walls down slowly but surely. The more he talked, the more she leaned. The more she felt as though this was fate. That though was a juvenile thing to even fathom. So y/n wondered what her life would have been if she met Tom before her ex. Would she be happy or would she still be silently crying to herself to make sure Theo didn't hear even a peep.

A curt knock at the door interrupted them. A middle age woman peeked her head in.

"They're both in bed," she spoke happily. "It took a while to get Theo off to sleep though."

y/n giggled, "I'm not surprised."

Tom stared at her for a moment, imagining that Theo and James were their sons, and she was his wife who always seemed to amaze him. Maybe in the near future, he thought to himself.

"Thank you Ms Smith," Tom smiled warmly at her, y/n looked over to him in childlike shock.

"You have a nanny!" y/n poked Tom in his bicep. He gently swatted her finger away.

"Less about me, angel," Tom sighed. "Now, we had a deal," Tom's eyebrow cocked, and a smirk filled his face.

y/n smiled weakly at him. I will need a shit ton of booze, she thought. She grabbed the bottle of expensive wine and poured herself a glass. She gulped it down. Then she poured another one, drinking it down quicker than the first one. Finally, one more glass of wine went down, and she was ready to open her mouth.

"Mind saving a little for me, angel." Tom chuckled lightly, y/n made work getting him a glass (and more for herself wouldn't hurt.)

"Okay, so it was my last year of high school. I had been fawning over this guy since I was twelve. Then, out of nowhere, he's pulling me into empty stalls and telling me he can't be without me and he's in love with me," y/n started, she was cut off by the man next to her.

"How could he not?" Tom quipped as he took a small gulp of his wine. y/n gave him a hard glare as she tried to steal his attention away from the flush of her cheeks.

"Anyway, it took a bit of time but like the idiot I am, I gave in. We went on a few dates; we were happy for a good while. Until those two stupid fucking lines," she felt her voice break. Her head started to feel dizzy. Like it would roll off her neck will the snap of a finger. "Maybe, I was feeling all maternal, and I told him I was pregnant. To my surprise, he stayed with me for my first trimester. He refused to tell his parents, I of course, had to confess to mine. Sometimes I think that was the first red flag. It wasn't until the middle of my third trimester things went downhill. It's normal for women to put on a little weight when they're pregnant. Obviously, he didn't have a fucking clue." y/n felt herself, get more furious and more upset with every word that rolled off her tongue. "He started telling me 'You look enormous', 'I have a fat whale for a girlfriend, 'I wish you had aborted that thing, so I wouldn't have to look at you like this'," She was in tears now, the salty liquid dripped from her cheeks onto her dress. Tom knelt in front of her, his hands rubbing small circles on her knees. "He abandoned me, right when it counted." She started him. Tom felt his heart shatter. "Everyone leaves me Tom."

"I'll never leave you, y/n" Tom reassured her, he took her shaking hands in his. y/n peered down, she shook her head.

"Tom, you don't want me," y/n sobbed, "No one does, it's okay."

"y/n," Tom hovered above her, his palms rested on her warm cheeks. "I want you, more than I have ever wanted something in my life." Their eyes met. "You are the most beautiful woman I have ever laid eyes on."

y/n was in disbelief, her hands rested on his wrist. Her cries stopped as soon as she felt his thumb stroking soft circles on her cheek.

Tom still saw that look in her eyes. The look of a woman so broken by a man who never loved her, who took advantage of her admiration. Something Tom needed more than air to breathe. He was making it his mission, that y/n would not leave his home until she finally knew that not only did her son appreciate her, but he did just as much.

So, he took a chance. He bent down and encaptured her lips with his. She tasted like everything, he dreamt of. She tasted like the cakes his mother would make for him on his birthday. She was the breath of sweet excitement when he smelled homemade pancakes. It surprised him he hadn't completely dissolved at this simple touch.

y/n sat in shock for a moment. Her brain tried to catch up to his movements. He didn't move against at first. She pressed into it. Her hands gripping slightly at his wrists as she reciprocated the tender kiss. She, too, felt the satisfaction of knowing what he too tasted like. She took notes of all the little details; the taste of freshly smoked nicotine, the smell of his cologne wafted around her; the pronounced viens in his hands. She was in heaven.

Their lips moved against each other. It wasn't needy or rushed. It was steady and passionate. y/n has experienced a kiss like this in her 24-year-old life. "Take me to the bedroom," she spoke through mousey breathless moans. Tom pulled away completely at this.

"I don't want you to feel like I'm taking advantage of you," Tom told her sweetly, y/n hands caress his cheek gently as she gave him a warm smile.

"You're not taking advantage of me Tom," she stood from her chair, never letting her eyes tear from his, "I want this."

Tom beamed. His hands snaked their way to the underside of her bum, pinching softly. Instructing her to jump, which she happily obliged. y/n could feel him, grasp at her bare thighs. Every time he touched her skin, it burned with sinful passion.

Perhaps it was the one too many wines she had downed in less than a minute or that this was the first man she's really been intimate with since Theo's father left. Either way, her skin felt so susceptible to each kiss her laid on her. Hyper sensitive to every pull at her skin. So responsive to his touches.

Tom took his time laying her on the sheets. He took his time to look at her flushed skin in the dim lighting at how she looked like something sent from God. Why God was sending him something in the first place was a question for later. As he sauntered away from her to lock the door, y/n noticed the decor until the feeling dawned on her. Was she really about to sleep with Mafia King; Tom Holland. She had only one answer- obso-fucking-lutely.

Tom tenderly pushed her onto her back, his face now level to hers. y/n thought she looked as red as a tomato, Tom would agree but wouldn't protest at all. He laid a soft kiss to her lips, then a slightly harder one to her neck, then to her collarbone. His hands snaked up her dress. His fingers clutched her hips, pulling her clothed heat closer to his already painful hard groin.

y/n watched every move he made, every attempt to bruise her skin. Tom whined quietly when his lips met the fabric instead of her flesh. y/n giggled and lifted her dress over head and onto the floor next to her.

Tom couldn't help but pull away to take a glimpse of her. Her flushed breasts hidden behind a plain black bra. Most wouldn't think too much of it, but he couldn't help himself. Tom could see her hardened nipples peeking through the material. He pulled the cup down slightly. Tom heard her hiss quietly at the sudden exposure. His lips came down to the bud gently. His teeth pulling at the erect skin ever so lightly only to flick the nub quickly. Hearing her quiet moans and praises spurred him on. He needed more.

"T-tom please," y/n whimpered quietly, her fingers tangling themselves in his messed brown curls. Tom smirked up at her.

"What are you begging for angel face," Tom asked her innocently.

y/n couldn't get a single word out with Tom's fingers dancing at the skin near her soaked panties. Even dipping underneath them for split seconds.

"Do something, with y-your," she struggled. Tom was enjoying every moment. "f-fingers."

"Your wish is my command," Tom rasped out as he pulled her panties down her legs and got between them. He let his pointer finger paint a long strip up her slit. y/n's hips buckled. "You're so wet doll, being such a good girl."

y/n could only let out a hum. Tom wanted to hear that divine voice of hers, so he blew a wisp of air against her clit making her cry out. He was lucking the boys' rooms where so far from here. "Look at me, I want to see those gorgeous eyes gloss over when I make you cum," he promised as he laid a chaste kiss to her inner left thigh. y/n couldn't wait another moment, she might explode. Slowly her eyes met his. His face was mere centimeters from her cunt.

Tom didn't take a second longer. As soon as her eyes were on him, he went in hard. His tongue latched onto her throbbing clit, pulling and sucking so hard it was audible for the both of them to fawn over. He couldn't forget about the promise he made, so his digits circled her hole delicately before he slipped two of his fingers into her.

y/n felt her whole body go numb. It was a feeling so exotic to her. Yet, here she was. Barely able to make a sentence as she tried to bite back constant moans that begged to be let out. Her toes curled even picking up some sheets beneath her.

Tom could feel her fingers pulled at the roots of his hair. He couldn't but moan against her pussy, causing vibrations in every nerve in her already sensitive body.

"Oh my god, y-yes," She let slip. y/n swears she's starting to see stars now. "F-fucking hell, you're a-amazing."

Tom allowed his fingers to hit deeper inside her with that comment. He was making her cum now, or he will blow without even feeling her yet. He wouldn't be able to live with himself if that happens. He pulled his mouth away from her clit with a loud pop, letting his digits do all the work. He watched her writhe and pull at anything she could grasp. God, she was so fucking perfect.

"Christ, j-just like that," y/n encouraged him, "I'm going to c-cum."

"Do it angel face, cum all around my fingers." Tom whispered to her, "let me taste your sweetness."

y/n felt her first orgasm wash over her like a tsunami. She needed to scream her heart out but quickly smothered her moan in the pillows beside her. Tom peered at her intently. To him, he was watching an angel. Seeing her cum is now his new favourite thing. Being the one to cause such pleasure within her makes him feel as though he's on top of the world. His fingers rode her through her orgasm until she hit the end. Her hair sprawled out as she tried to catch any breath left in her lungs. Hell, she was trying to regain some of her sight. Tom brought his fingers to his mouth. His tongue licked them clean. Her juices tasted like nothing he's ever had before and he immediately knows, there is no way he's letting this go.

Tom stripped himself bare now. He crawled above her once more. His curls falling slightly in his face. y/n opened her eyes to see him on top of her. y/n took this moment to run her hand down his torso. Each time her fingers lapped over a muscle, she felt herself recapture her arousal. Her fingers found the base of his dick.

He was bigger than what she thought, bigger than her ex. It started her a tad when she felt his hard length. She started pumping his slowly. Tom's arms almost buckled at the feeling.

"If you keep doing that, I'm going to cum into your hand," his pulled her wrist away from him to above her head, "and I just want to pound this sweet little cunt into oblivion." The words cause y/n to whimper, eager for him to fulfill his promise.

"Then do it," she leaned up to whisper in his ear. As she pulled back, he locked eyes with her. Utter shock and an animalistic urge filled his every thought. He didn't even give her a warning before he slammed right into her. y/n cried out and wrapped her legs around his waist.

Tom couldn't believe the feeling. She was hugging every vein, every mark, every inch of his cock and yet so was still so fucking tight. He pulled out of her, only to ram back into her. "Fucking hell, you're divine," Tom growled, still deep inside of her. Slowly, he picked up a rhythm.

Every part of y/n's post was filled the brim by him. He hit her g-spot almost instantly. His name became a chant to her as it never ceased to spill from her lips. Each time he pounded back into her, y/n's voice became horse and rougher. Her nails dug into his bag as she clawed for support. Any support she could get from him.

Tom's been with countless women. Now he's finding it hard to sustain a sentence. He can hardly make out anything other than y/n's name. He wasn't complaining though, her tight walls constricting around with every movement. Tom wondered for a moment if he died and went to heaven and was fucking the dirtiest angel he could find.

"You look so goddamn beautiful taking my cock," he praised. He let his head fall into the crook of her neck, smelling her perfume made him almost lose his shit right there. "You feel so good squeezing around me."

Every word was threatening to her. Every word was pushing her closer to her limit. Every word was forcing more moans out of her mouth. "I'm going to cum, Tommy," she warned him.

The nickname only helped Tom lodge himself deeper and harder into her, "I am too, don't hold back angel face," he pressed a kiss underneath her ear.

y/n's second orgasm rolled over more intense the second time than the first. She pulled her head into his skin, biting and pulling to contain herself. Her legs gave out on her and flopped from his waist and quivered beside him. Tom was quick to follow her. How could he not, with how firmly she was gripping his cock. He pulled out quickly and spurted out streams across her belly. The white liquid dripping over her skin made him see stars.

He collapsed next to her, heaving and panting. y/n turned to him. She placed a long kiss on his lips, bringing his face closer. Tom happily hummed against her skin.

He pulled her into a tight hug. Her fingers traced the outline of his pec. "I'm infatuated with you," he told her plainly. y/n didn't move nor did she flinch. She  just stared up at him with a wide smile.

"As am I," she responded quietly. He wanted her to stay here forever, he had admitted to himself that he wanted to be near her for the rest his life. It was like she had cast some spell over him. He, though, had happily fallen for it.

In his eyes, she was a goddess among women.

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Oh my god this is beautiful! I'm all for this! ^^

Crushing on you - Dean Winchester x Reader (Single Mom/Detective AU)

Title: Crushing on you

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader 

Warnings: None

Imagine: You are a single mom and while dealing with the struggles of your overly energetic and smart daughters, much too smart for your own good, you have the help of the most sought after detective, Dean Winchester. Being someone they really love, the father figure they need and a shoulder for you to lean on it’s impossible not to fall for him. What do you do when he flirts with you and all-but-reveals his feelings for you?

“There he is! There he is!” your daughter’s excitement could be hardly contained the moment she spotted her favorite – and quite honestly yours as well – green-eyed detective.

You couldn’t help a giggle, glancing in the backseat to see her already fidgeting with her seatbelt “Yes, there he is indeed. Try to contain your excitement, baby, and don’t let it show in front of him. It will only boost his ego.”

“Mom, don’t confuse you playing hard to get with us being excited to see him.” your older daughter said with a small smirk and you looked at her with a raised eyebrow.

“What did you just say?” you blinked as you parked the car in front of the police station.

“You know, maybe it’s typical behavior – you should even try googling it, it will give you some tips to make it look more believable next time too.” she said with a casual shrug, focusing her attention back on her phone as you stared at her gaping for a second.

“How old are you again?” you caught yourself whispering before you could realize it.

“Five and a half!” she said with a proud smile, looking up for just a second “You should know since you gave birth to me. But apparently our lovely detective has you going-”

“Alright-” you raised a finger at her “You spend too much time in front of that thing, no internet for a week young lady!” you sighed, rubbing your temple.

She gasped “But mom!”

“It’s final.” you huffed, shaking your head as you undid your seatbelt “…And until then… not a word to Dean about this.” you looked at her from the corner of your eye and with a stubborn pout she crossed her arms over her chest and looked out of the window.

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My Superhero

~ Cassian x SingleMum!Reader

My Beautiful Girls Series Masterlist

Based on this request

Summary: Your daughter calls Cassian dad for the first time.

Warnings: Fluffy goodness.

"Evie, baby? Isn't there something you wanted to ask Cassian?"

You look to your daughter, her round cheeks burning red at your question as she moved to hide behind you. Head shaking shyly as she tugged on your dress before quietly asking, "Can't you do it mama?"

Sighing, you made to give in, unable to argue with her begging stare. Yet Cassian spoke first, moving down onto one knee before he held his arms out to the timid girl, an encouraging smile crossing his lips as he softly prompted, "Come here Eves, I would love to here what you have to say."

Evelyn's wide-eyed gaze turned from Cassian back to you, your daughter seeking input as to what she should do next. "Go on baby," you coaxed, hand coming to meet the small of her back to gently push her in the male's direction, "you've got this."

You watched on with a smile as Evelyn nervously shuffled towards Cassian, her small hands coming to to meet the male's outstretched palms before he carefully pulled her into a loving cuddle. "That's more like it," the general grinned, lightly squeezing Evelyn's shoulders in comfort before he continued to speak, "now what does my darling baby girl have to ask me?"

Cheeks dusting pink at his words, Evelyn avoided Cassian's adoring gaze as she bashfully mumbled, "Will . . . will you come with me to school?" Cassian permissed his smile to remain as he briefly glanced at you for context, hand absentmindedly rubbing circles into Evelyn's back as he patiently waited for an answer.

"For career day" you clarified, eyes bright as you watched the scene before you, "Evie has to do a talk and she wants us both there to watch." Cassian's cheery eyes turned back to Evelyn, an exaggerated gasp leaving his lips before he earnestly replied, "I would love to come and watch you talk at school Eves."

Your daughter continued to blush, a timid smile working its way onto her lips before she quietly uttered a small thank you to the male. His hazel eyes watering, Cassian moved to place a gentle kiss onto Evelyn's forehead before he countered, "Thank you, little dove."

You beamed at the pair before you, heart full of love as you watched Cassian affectionately dote on your daughter. The general's loving gaze meeting your own as he beckoned you towards him with a motion of his head. Softly nudging Evelyn closer into his arms in order to free up some space as he whispered, "Budge over Eves, we've got to make some room for mama."

"Stop fidgeting Cassie, you look amazing" you reassured, moving your comforting hands to lace with his own clammy ones as you pulled them down from the collar he was continuously straightening. "You think so?" he anxiously asked, looking down in uncertainty at the shirt he had opted to wear for the occasion, "Maybe I should have worn my tunic instead."

You chuckled warmly, pulling the male to a stop before the entrance of the school. Tenderly giving his hands a loving squeeze before you spoke, "It's a school Cassian, not a palace." The general nodded along to your words, looking down at you with appreciation as you continued to ease his worries, "Evie doesn't care what you're wearing, she just cares that you're here."

"You're right, as always" Cassian gratefully smiled, lifting a gentle hand to cup your cheek as he placed a swift kiss upon your lips before pulling away to rest his forehead against your own. Hazel eyes flooding with determination as he confidently smirked, "All right then, let's go see our girl."

"Ah you must be Evelyn's . . ." the teacher's voice trailed off as she watched Cassian walk into the room behind you, eyes blowing wide as she took in the foreboding figure of the Lord of Bloodshed, "parents?"

"Oh uh, no I'm-"

"Yes we are" you finished before Cassian could get the words out, your thumb moving to caress the back of this hand as his surprised gaze fell to your nonchalant form. A low growl of contentment rumbled in his chest at the casualness of your answer, a possessive arm coming to wrap around your waist in order to pull you closer to his side.

"Uh wow, well. . ." still flustered by the general's appearance in her classroom, the teacher struggled to get her words out, "please d-do sit down!"

Thanking the female, Cassian made to eagerly lead you towards the front of the classroom. Yet your gentle tug pulled him to a stop, a sad smile crossing your lips as you explained, "Cassie, I think your wings may be a little too big to sit at the front."

"But Evie-"

"Will still see us, even if we are a little further back" you promised, Cassian's wings hanging lowly as you pulled him to sit at the back of the room. The astonished stares of the other parents following the two of you as you passed.

Once seated, Cassian craned his neck over the crowd of waiting parents. Eyes scanning the children stood at the front of the room as he searched for the one face he so longed to see, a beaming smile gracing his lips as they finally landed on Evelyn. Hand raised as he wildly waved at the little girl who blushed at his overenthusiastic greeting.

The pair of you sat in baited anticipation as you listened to the other children speak, your hand coming to rest on Cassian's thigh in a useless attempt of trying to stop his impatient shifting as you waited for Evelyn's turn to arrive.

When the time finally came for your daughter to timidly shuffle her way onto center stage, your encouraging thumbs up were overshadowed by Cassian's excitable shout of support.

Evelyn flashed the pair of you a grateful smile before she shakily exhaled, her hands nervously locking together as her worried eyes flickered to you for assurance. Softly nodding to her in comfort you mouthed, "You can do this baby."

Evelyn's once tense shoulders relaxed at your words, the young girl inhaling deeply before she finally began to speak, "The person I love most has the bestest job in the world" Cassian nudged as your shoulder as he sent you a cheery wink, brows wiggling comically as he reacted to Evelyn's mention of you.

Yet his smile didn't last for long, grin dropping at the next words your daughter spoke, "He is a superhero! He's big and strong and . . . and he always makes sure to keep our High Lord and High Lady safe."

A shaky gasp fell from Cassian's lips at the realization that Evelyn wasn't talking about you. His trembling hand darting to grasp onto yours for support as Evelyn continued to speak about him. Your little girl looking straight at the teary-eyed Illyrian as she did so, "But even though he gets very busy saving the world, my favourite thing is how he always makes time to play with me when he comes home, even when he is very tired.”

A soft sob broke from Cassian's mouth at her words, the male sniffling as he made no attempt to hide the downpour of emotion that had washed over him. His watery eyes shining with love as they never strayed from Evelyn for even a moment.

"He fights all the monsters under my bed and in my wardrobe and he always makes sure to kiss all of my boo boo's. But most i- imporan- importantly he always shows me and my mummy how much he loves us. So even though he is the bestest superhero in the world, I love it even more when he is just my dad."

When she finished, Cassian was too stunned to react. The sound of his cries being drowned out by that of the other parent's applause. With all the speeches now finished, Evelyn eagerly ran over to greet the two of you, only for her smile to drop upon seeing Cassian in tears.

“What’s wrong baby?” You asked in concern, a comforting hand coming to rest on her shoulder, “It’s alright, you did so well Eves.”

Yet Evelyn wasn’t looking at you, her disappointed eyes stayed locked on Cassian.

"You . . . you didn't like it?" Evelyn asked weakly, silver tears beginning to line her eyes at the sight of the weeping Illyrian.

"Like it?" Cassian answered, moving to sweep Evelyn into his arms, "No baby girl, I loved it." The general proceeded to cry further as Evelyn stretched out her little hands to wipe away his falling tears, her face considerably more cheerful now she knew she hadn't upset the male.

"Mummy helped me write it . . . I just wanted everybody in school to know that my daddy is a superhero!"

Cassian's shoulders shook as he cried, his hand moving to pull Evelyn's head to his chest as he embraced the smiling girl. Lips pressing against her head in a gentle kiss as he replied, "Being a superhero is fun, little dove. But being your daddy is my favourite job."

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Notes: Feel free to send me any more scenarios you’d like to see!! This family makes me feral and I will write for them forever.

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knight in shining armour masterlist! ❥

in which a single mother moves in three doors down from harry, and her two year-old finds herself outside his flat…

[ harry styles x singlemum!reader ]

chapter one

chapter two