#want to make your dad cry? build him a table

[idyllic-ghost]

the other woman: part two; mingyu x fem!reader

request: Hey do you write seventeen angst? Idk if you are still doing requests but I was hoping you can write a dramatic angst using either Joshua, Hoshi, Wonwoo, Mingyu, or Minghao, Vernon but two of them as leads. Idk why I’m a sucker for cliche stuff like cheating or betraying kind of stuff and a touch of sadness.

synopsis: you're married to wonwoo, but his parents desperately wants him to have a child - which you cannot have. he gives into his parents wishes and meets the other woman, whom he eventually agrees to marry as well. you're left heartbroken for a few years, seeing the man you love build a family that you had always wanted, but happiness is on the horizon as you meet someone new.

a/n: i decided to make part two slightly shorter, and later post a part three! my computer is slightly broken and it’s very hard to write. i still wanted to update the story, so you’re going to have to deal with slightly shorter and more parts :))

cw: slight bit of angst

genre: fluff, found family

word count: -

read part one first!

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when you got home that evening, you didn't know whether you should cry or shout out of happiness. all of these random occurrences really made you believe in destiny. to celebrate, you took a hot shower and made yourself a gourmet dinner, in the form of your favorite instant ramen, only to sit down on the couch to watch some bad show on netflix. you were in the middle of a bite when you got a call. the caller-ID was unknown, but you already knew who it was. you quickly turned off the volume on the TV and put the bowl of noodles on the coffee table. "hello?", you answered. "hi, it's mingyu.. is this y/n?", he asked. "it is", you chuckled nervously, "hi." "i just put the girls to bed and... i just wanted to make sure you didn't give me a fake number.", he let out a small laugh. "mingyu, i'm really sorry about walking out on you.", you sighed. "no, i get it - you had your reasons.", he said, "it's not like i was being very nice by not letting you in on the fact that i have kids." "well, we didn't really spend much time talking...", you muttered, and succeeded in making mingyu laugh. "no, you're right. we should meet up again sometime." "we definitely should.", you bit your lower lip to contain your happiness, "maybe for a coffee or something? so that we could actually get to know each other." "that'd be fun.", he said, "i'll have to look in my schedule, i've been pretty busy lately." "oh, is that why your parents are picking up ji-u and ari?", you asked before thinking. "yeah..", he sighed, "i'd love to do it myself, but i almost never have the time. being a single dad is difficult." "i could imagine.", you hummed, "but if it helps, your daughters think the world of you." "thanks, y/n.", you could hear that he was smiling, "i'll try to pick them up more often... are you always there for pick up?" "don't try to change your schedule to come and see me while i'm at work.", you chuckled. "you caught me..", he said. "... i'm in charge of ji-u and ari's class on all days except mondays.", you said, "and i'll be there for their school play next week too." "shit, i forgot about the school play.", he groaned, "you know what? i'll make time for it - i just have to make a few calls..." "i'm sure they'll be very pleased if you show up.", you said with a smile, "those girls have worked extra hard, from what i've heard." you heard a young girl's voice in the background, crying. "sorry, y/n, ari's had a nightmare.", he sighed, "i'll see you soon." "don't forget about the play.", you said. "i won't."

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the next few days mingyu stopped by the school every afternoon to pick up his kids. he only missed it once, letting his parents go instead of him. you were always happy to see him when he arrived, and his smart daughters had taken note of it.

everybody had left the classroom, except for ji-u and ari as usual. you were keeping the busy with painting, when you noticed an unusual detail in ji-u's painting. "what are you making, ji-u?", you asked her. "a family portrait.", she said. you looked at the drawing, consisting of four people; two children and a couple. the twins had never met their birth mom, mingyu told you that she had died after giving birth, but there was a woman on the painting. you started internally freaking out, what if ji-u could see the ghost of her mother? there had been many movies made about children seeing ghosts. what if they were actually real? "oh... could you tell me who's who?", you asked carefully. "that's dad.", she pointed at the painting, "that's me and ari, and that's you." "me?", your face went red, "why am i in your family portrait, ji-u?" "because dad talks about you all the time.", ari said, showing you a similar family portrait, "and when dad comes to pick us up he always stays and talks with you." "you girls are attentive...", you muttered. "what does that mean?", ji-u asked. before you could say anything, mingyu knocked on the already opened door. he came in his usual fancy attire - which reminded you that you had yet to ask him what he does for a living. "gotta go, mom.", ari said and got out of her chair to run towards her dad. you looked over at mingyu, hoping that he hadn't heard what she had said, but of course he had. he opened his mouth to say something, and then quickly shut it again. ji-u and ari were gathering their things, and putting away any painting materials they had used. watching as mingyu approached you, you stood up without a second thought. "that happens all the time...", you laughed nervously. in truth, it had happened maybe once or twice this year - coming out of the mouths of tired first grade students. your third grade students normally didn't call you mom. "i'm really sorry, i think it's because they see us together so much and-" "it's because you keep talking about her at home.", ari said matter-of-fact, "she's like our mom now. she takes care of us when you aren't here, like a mom." mingyu's face and ears went red, as you looked over at him with a small smirk. "you talk about me, sir?", you teased. "maybe sometimes- you know, before they have to go to school i tell them to not cause any incidents for you.", he stammered out. "last night you asked if ms. y/l/n was sick.", ji-u said. "because you looked a bit tired.", he added, "and i care about this school's staff- as anyone should." "but you never talk about mr. hong.", ari said, "you only ask about ms. y/l/n." "alright girls, i think it's time for us to go home now.", mingyu said and tried to get them out the door. "but i want to stay with mom.", ari grinned widely, seemingly enjoying making her dad embarrassed. "well, i see where she gets her smile from.", you muttered. "i won't go if she doesn't.", ari folded her arms across her chest, and ji-u followed shortly. "girls, this is really inappropriate-" "i could go get something to eat right now...", you said, "you girls like cake, right?" the twins happily shouted yes. you looked over at mingyu, asking him if it was okay without speaking any words. he took a deep breath, and then nodded. "then let's go get some cake, ladies.", he said, and finally got the girls out of the classroom.

that's how you ended up in a cute little café, close to the school. you were sitting in a booth, as the twins happily ate their cake in front of you. "i got you a cappuccino, i hope that's fine.", mingyu said as he sat down next to you, placing two cups on the table. "more than fine, thank you.", you smiled at him, "... i can't believe i agreed to do this." "thank you, though.", mingyu took a sip of his coffee, "when ari has put her mind on something, she can't let it go." "i think it's a nice trait", you said, "and i can't be mad at her for finally getting me that coffee date with you." mingyu let out a soft chuckle. when you looked up from your drink, you could see the two young girls in front of you staring. "i'm glad that you can be our mom, ms. y/l/n.", ji-u said, "the other lady dad brought home wasn't as nice as you." other lady? you put down your cup and looked at mingyu, asking for an explanation with your gaze. "i was dating someone before i met you. that's pretty much why i was at the cabin in the first place.", he said and turned to the girls, "it isn't nice to talk about people behind their backs, okay? and ms. y/l/n isn't your mom." "why not?", ari asked. "... because...", he was struggling to get an answer, so you decided to help. "you know how when you like someone you... decide to become girlfriend and boyfriend?", you said and they both nodded, "okay, well - for adults there's a stage before that where we... basically get to know each other better by going out to do things." "like this?", ari asked. "... no, you usually spend time together alone.", you said and looked over at mingyu, "i haven't gotten to spend enough time with your dad." "then i think he needs to hurry up.", ji-u sighed. when you glanced over at mingyu, his face was as red as a tomato. suddenly, you understood why ari found it so fun to embarrass him. "yeah, he should hurry up.", you said with an innocent-looking smile, "but i'll forgive him because he's been so busy." "could he take you out to dinner tomorrow night, then?", mingyu asked. you looked over at the twins, who eagerly nodded yes. "sure, he could.", you said.

it was saturday evening, you were getting ready for dinner with mingyu. for a while you had been solely focusing on your work and a few netflix shows, but now you would finally get yourself out there. you decided to wear an old red dress, that was hanging in the back of your closet - barely ever used. mingyu said he would take you somewhere fancy, so you assumed it was the appropriate attire. for once, during these traumatic few years, you felt pretty, and subsequently happy. it wasn't right to base your happiness on your beauty, it would only end in catastrophe - but was it so wrong to feel glee over getting ready and genuinely liking what the mirror showed you? after spending months contemplating whether your ex-husband picked someone else because they were just more beautiful, was it wrong to feel happy about feeling pretty? it could be debated whether it was good in the long run, or was only temporary happiness that could crash all too suddenly. even if it was bad for you, it felt nice and you were going to take advantage of it.

as you closed the apartment complex' door behind you, you heard someone saying your name. when you turned around, mingyu was standing at the end of the street. "good evening.", you said with a small, slightly shy, smile. "hi...", he was drinking you up with his eyes, "you look absolutely stunning." his words made you feel giddy, the kind of feeling you get when you watch a very romantic movie with a handsome lead. "i thought i would dress up a bit for our first date", you remarked and nervously added, "and you look handsome, by the way." he was dressed to the nines, as usual, in his suit and tie. "thank you.", he snickered, "my daughters said i looked like i was going to work." "well, i don't mind a man in uniform.", you teased. the two of you stood there, staring at each other. there was no awkwardness, only deep-rooted romantic tension. he took your hand in his. then, he suddenly pulled a face as if he remembered something important. "shit, there's a cab down the street waiting for us!", he laughed, "let's go."

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the evening started out with drinks. as you had expected, the restaurant he took you to was fancy. you had been to these kind of places before, but it had been a while - and you had never been to this particular place. mingyu ordered the two of you white wine, to which you got a salmon appetizer to start with. it looked too pretty to be eaten, and it almost hurt to cut into. "it's been so long since i haven't just eaten instant ramen in my pajamas for dinner...", you muttered, only loud enough for mingyu to hear. "then we should make the most of this.", he chuckled and brought up his wine glass towards you, "cheers?" you put down your utensils, hiding your smile by gently tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. as you brought up your glass to meet his, mingyu gently touched his glass to yours - creating a cute "ding" sound. he brought his as you did the same with yours. "i feel so fancy..", you muttered out with a giggle as you put down your glass. before mingyu could answer, the waiter came to take away the appetizer and bring the main course. your eyes widened at the sight of the food. you thanked the waiter, who then left the two of you to eat. mingyu was looking at you with a soft smile, and when you met his gaze he didn't look away. "do you want to go dancing after this?", he asked suddenly. "dancing?", you said, "if i can still walk after this meal, then yes. i'll go dancing with you." mingyu looked satisfied with your answer, and finally started eating.

you didn't back away from your promise, and after a fulfilling meal you decided to go dancing with him. to you, dancing was going to a club and getting out on the dance floor - but that's not entirely what mingyu meant. the cab was driving pretty far, to a part of the city where you hadn't been before. although, you did find it familiar. the buildings grew bigger and the architecture more detailed. you turned to mingyu, who was busy with looking at the buildings just like you. "i forgot to ask you where we're going.", you said, bringing him out of his trance. "just a small place that offers couple dancing.", he said, "i think you'll like it." couple dancing.. you hadn't danced like that since your wedding, and you definitely didn't remember how you did it. "i'm not sure i would be very good at it.", you said, suddenly very anxious. "it's alright.", he put his hand on top of yours, "i'm not very good either." "mingyu, that doesn't make me feel better.", you let out a small, nervous laugh, "if neither of us can dance, then why are we going?" "... because it gives me a reason to stay with you for a bit longer.", he admitted. you couldn't argue with that. leaving hm after dinner seemed all too soon, especially since you didn't know when his busy schedule would let you see him again. you turned your hand around, intertwining your fingers with his. "as long as you don't drop me or anything... i think i'll be fine, then.", you smiled.

the cab stopped outside a big, beautiful building, with music pouring out of every window. on a sign outside the door it said "foxtrot night". mingyu noticed how your eyes lingered on the sign. "do you know foxtrot?", he asked with a chuckle. "not one clue...", you said, "do you?" "a bit", he shrugged, "but not nearly enough." already being a bit drunk, all you could do was giggle at his statement - there wasn't the smallest bit of worry in your body anymore. your arm was secured around mingyu's, as he was leading you inside the building - having a quick word with one of the staff members to get you in a bit quicker. before you could question if that was the right thing to do, you saw the dancing hall. it was huge, decorated almost as detailed as a big european, catholic church. people were on the big floor, dancing, and others were sitting at the tables surrounding the area. the staff member mingyu had spoken briefly with was leading you to one of said tables, placed in a corner and far from any other table. "do you want anything to drink?", mingyu asked as he helped you sit down. "i don't think that i can dance if i drink any more than i already have.", you admitted. "a water, then?", he said with a small smile. "that'd be nice.", you nodded. you watched as he walked over the bar. the bartender looked confused, but quickly handed him two glasses of water before returning to his other customers.

after spending some time talking, and sobering up ever so slightly, you decided that it was time to try your best at dancing. just then, the song that was currently playing faded out, and frank sinatra started playing - what song you didn't know, you were all too focused on mingyu's hand on your waist. his hand was snug in yours as he lead you across the dance floor. he was right, he wasn't very good at this - but neither were you, so you couldn't really complain.

"i haven't danced in so long.", you said between laughter. "oh yeah? i couldn't tell.", mingyu teased, "you've only stepped on my feet four times already." "i said i was sorry.", you giggled, "and you're not a lot better, you almost made us crash into another couple before." "key word being almost, right?", he smiled. he looked down at you, and for a moment you got lost in his eyes. your hand gently moved on his shoulder - grazing his neck with your finger tips. mingyu squeezed your waist. for a moment, he was only a man - and not some big shot ceo, with the pressure of the company resting on his shoulders. his eyes took you back to those two weeks in the forest, a version of him that was much more laid back than what you had gotten used to after seeing him in a suit every day. in front of you was just a man with happiness and youth in his eyes, and nothing to lose. the song came to it's end, and he let go of you to bow down and gently kiss your hand. "thank you for the dance, sweetheart.", he said, his voice like honey. "you're very welcome.", you smiled.

the two of you went back to your table, resting your feet for the next song. mingyu had taken off his jacket, letting it hang on the back of the chair. his hair was slightly messy, from his hands running through it frequently, and his sleeves were rolled up to his elbows. your eyes couldn't leave the beautiful sight in front of you, and he was definitely aware of it. mingyu pulled his tie down ever so slightly, and unbuttoned the top button of his shirt. he leaned across the small table to push a few strands of hair away from your face. you felt your face heat up at his touch, and you were trying with every fiber of your being to not lean into his hand. "cute.", he said. "what?", you asked. "you're cute.", he leaned his elbow against the table and looked at you with loving eyes, "you were really confident back at the cottage, but now you get so flustered." you scoffed at his comment, despite knowing that it was kind of true. when you had met him the first time around, you had been in a bad place - with the mentality of having nothing to lose. now you actually wanted to make this work, and found yourself being extra careful about everything. "well, it's been a while since then.", you said as an excuse, "maybe i've just changed." "i don't think so", he smiled, "but i'll let you believe it, since i really like this side of you." the next song started playing, and before you could respond to his comment, mingyu was dragging you back out to the dance floor.

after the last song, you were getting very tired. without a second thought, mingyu offered to take you home. as you got outside, he was about to call a cab, but you stopped him. "could we just walk for a bit?", you asked, "i think i'm in need for some fresh air." that was a lie. in reality, you just wanted to find another excuse to spend a bit more time with him. mingyu gladly accepted anyway, and the two of you started to walk in the direction of your apartment. the plan was to walk as far as your legs could take you, and take a cab when it started getting a bit too much.

the stars were bright in this side of town, seeing as it was closer to the suburbs than the city. the lack of pollution also brought you fresh air. mingyu grabbed your hand, and suddenly the light from the street lamps and the dark blue sky started blending together in a beautiful waltz. you looked over at him. his hair was still messy, and his jacket was still off, hanging on his arm. you couldn't understand how he wasn't freezing to death, as you were. "are you cold?", he asked, seemingly reading your mind. "a little.", you responded. with a quick motion, he wrapped his jacket around your shoulders and went back to holding your hand. with your free hand, you pulled the jacket tighter around you - smiling as you felt his scent engulfing you. when you looked back up at mingyu, he was smiling. his golden skin seemed to glow in the light of the street lamps, and his eyes sparkled as if the stars had somehow fallen in there. when he looked down at you, you didn't avert your gaze. instead you wrapped your arm around his, letting go of his hand in order to close the proximity between you. his eyes never left yours, and as you were about to tell him just how happy you were that you had found him again, someone interrupted. "is that you mingyu?" you looked over to the source of the voice, seeing wonwoo. he was standing under the street light, just a few feet in front oof you. next to him stood his wife, holding her pregnant belly lovingly. you watched as mingyu let go of you, walking up to the man in front of you, and giving him a handshake. you were frozen in your place, and when wonwoo finally looked at you, you wanted to scream. he looked the same as he did when you had met him in the metro last week. "y/n?", he asked. you gave him a half-assed smile, and a greeting to him and his wife. mingyu looked back at you, then at wonwoo, and you could see the realization hit him. "oh wait, you're the mingyu that y/n's seeing?", wonwoo asked with a surprised smile, "what a small world, huh?" you had forgotten that you had lied to wonwoo that day in the metro, and now everything around you was crashing. luckily, mingyu didn't comment on it. you took a better look at wonwoo, noticing his daughter in his arms. she was fast asleep, as wonwoo held her close to his chest. you suddenly remembered, a long time ago, that wonwoo had told you of a kim mingyu - the ceo of a rivalling company. the fact that you hadn't puzzled it together yet was embarrassing. you also realized why the neighborhood was so familiar. the jeon family didn't post many pictures of their neighborhood at night, but you should've realized anyway. you watched as the two men spoke with each other, never really listening and wishing that you could melt into the concrete ground below you.

as they left you muttered out a weak good-bye. they got into wonwoo's car and drove off to the suburbs near by. you were left standing there, looking after a car that wasn't even visible any more. mingyu wrapped his arms around your shoulders, hugging you from behind, and you carefully leaned into him. "so that's the guy?", he muttered. "it is.", you said, "isn't she beautiful?" "who? gyeong-hui?" "no.. the baby.", you felt your eyes tearing up, "even when she was sleeping, she looked like a bundle of joy." mingyu was quiet, but he hugged you a bit closer to his chest. you wiped away a tear from your cheek before it could fall to the ground. you wanted to hate that child, along with gyeong-hui, but you couldn't. gyeong-hui seemed to be kind, the type of woman that wonwoo's family would definitely approve of, and the child was... well, you couldn't bring yourself to hate a child in the first place. moreover, the way that wonwoo held the baby so protectively made you think of the family you really wanted. you were jealous, but more so confused - how could you still feel love for him? the years you spent together obviously can't just disappear from your memory, but did they have to be so persistent? "i hope they're happy.", you got out of his grip, "i'm really sorry mingyu, but could you call that cab now?" "of course, of course.", mingyu got his phone out of the pocket of his trousers. you wanted to ask him about his relationship to wonwoo, but it wasn't the right time to do so. instead, you gathered yourself and got ready to pretend like nothing happened. mingyu put his phone back in his pocket. "they'll be here shortly.", he said, "do you want to talk about... what happened?" "hm? what happened?", it didn't cross your mind that he might want to hear about it, "it's alright, nothing happened." mingyu grabbed your hands in his, gently tracing small figures on the back of your hand with one of his thumbs. you looked up at him, meeting his gaze. he looked a bit worried, but put on a warm smile. "it's not fun meeting someone from the past. especially if they treated you poorly.", he said, "if you don't want to talk about it, i don't mind, but you should know that i'm really sorry for putting you in that situation. had i known i wouldn't-" "it's alright, mingyu.", you said with a reassuring smile, "you didn't know." the two of you stood there, still holding each others hands. you felt yourself relax again, but you hadn't even realized that you were tense in the first place. after a moment of nothing but silence and warm smiles, mingyu spoke again. "so do you mind telling me why jeon wonwoo seems to know about us?". he grinned. "i told him i was seeing someone new when i met him at the metro a week or so ago.", you admitted with a sigh, "i don't know why i said your name... i'm sorry." "it's alright, i don't mind him thinking that.", he said, "and if you want me to never mention it again, i won't." you gave him a a small, crooked, smile - you probably looked like a mess by now but, by the look in mingyu's eyes, he didn't seem to mind. he took away one of his hands from yours, and reached for your face, gently cupping your cheek.

by the time you got home that night, you had partially forgotten about wonwoo. mingyu made sure to get you happy and smiling brightly again, even if it was just for a short cab ride. as you left the car, you felt like the sun was perched on your shoulders - warmth spreading through your body, and light emitting from your smile. "goodnight, sweetheart.", mingyu said from inside the cab. you were leaning against the open door. he had tried to get outside the car to say goodbye, but you assured him that it wasn't necessary. as you handed him his jacket, he put his hand on yours and gently tugged at you to lean further down. "would it be very inappropriate of me to kiss you right now?", he asked quietly, "because i would really like to, but only if you feel-" you broke the distance, and before he could say another word kissed him quickly. when you leaned back up mingyu's eyes were still closed. "thank you for tonight.", you said, "i really needed a night out." "anything for you.", he said without thinking, only realizing the meaning of the words after he spoke them. he cleared his throat and turned away from you to hide his flustered face. the cab driver asked if he was going to have to wait there all night, in a half-joking manner, and mingyu quickly apologized. "goodnight, mingyu.", you said with a small, teasing grin. "i'll see you soon.", he answered.

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part three coming soon !!

[saetoru]

𝐔𝐍𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐋 | 𝐃𝐀𝐁𝐈.

word count: 5.1k

tags: MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, 18+, fem! reader, blow jobs, cum swallowing, humping, natsuo walking in on yall lmao, unprofessional work relationships, ceo’s son! dabi aka touya, modern / business au

a/n: no scars in this, they’re tattoos, and they aren’t everywhere like his scars. also endeavor isn’t a piece of shit here, he’s just a lacking dad lmao what else is new. THANK YOU to my love ris for hearing me cry about this for hours ily

“so you don’t know what i’m talking about?” you raise a brow, and touya simply props his feet up on your table, casting you a lopsided smirk as he shrugs. he has the audacity to level your chair down to accommodate his height, and if he weren’t your boss’s son—and your hopeless little crush—you’d have half a mind to drag him by his dyed roots out the door.

“nope, sorry doll. no clue.” gritting your teeth, your hands find their way to your hips, and touya’s eyes glint in amusement at the way they hug your waist perfectly—much like your tight little pencil skirt, and it drives him up a wall.

“touya—”

“ahh, i think you mean dabi, doll,” he corrects you instantly, raising a brow. sighing, you pinch your nose in irritation. touya is entirely too much for you to handle, but somehow, you still can never seem to get enough. he’s intoxicating, he’s got the eyes of the devil, and all it takes is one fleeting glance your way, and you’re more than willing to sell your soul to him.

“this is an office, not your streets,” you hiss.

“and yet you still fuck me here like it’s your bedroom. we still haven’t fucked in the conference room, you know. i want to cross that off the bucket list—”

“touya,” you say sharply, and instantly, he sits up a little, eyes slowly turning cautious at your sudden shift in tone. he tries to read you, staring at you calculatingly as you let out a heavy exhale, shaking your head. “it’s getting way out of hand,” you say seriously.

and a ghost of a pout forms on his lips, and you fight all urges to kiss it off. he’s insufferable, but he’s got you in a tight grip, wrapped around his finger.

“i didn’t even do anythi—”

“you switched all the coffee to decaf the other week,” you challenge.

“you have no proof—”

“and our receptionist is sick of you clicking a pen around her nonstop,” you add, cutting him off. huffing, he crosses his arms with a frown.

“have you even met her? she’s so annoyi—”

“and, the entire third floor said they’re all missing their staplers,” you continue to list, and he grumbles under his breath, muttering something along the lines of it’s their fault for being the worst floor as he sags into your chair once more.

todoroki touyai is painfully off-limits. you’re supposed to be his father’s assistant. you’re supposed to be professional, but somehow, he manages to make those thoughts fly out the window and have you bent over one thing or another. and even though you tell yourself each time that this really will be the last time you let him fuck you in his father’s company building, he manages to worm his way through anyway.

but truthfully, it’s not just sex anymore. it’s little moments in between too. he walks you to your car, he stands by your window and talks to you for a good amount of time, he texts you cheesy little texts—that more often than not have hidden innuendos, of course, he gets to know you, and little by little, he lets you get to know him too.

you’ve learned that todoroki touya is a lot more than the family disappointment—so he calls himself—and despite it being a largely inappropriate idea, you can’t help but slowly lose yourself to the thought of getting to know him outside of your little arrangement.

“are you…are you getting in trouble?” he questions quietly after a few moments. tilting your head, you furrow your brows.

“huh?”

“the old man,” he scowls, jaw slightly clenched at the thought of you paying for his actions. he’d never let it fall on you. “is he getting onto you for all of it? i’ll talk to him, i’ll handle it, okay? don’t worry about that old fossil, he’s not firing you. not if i got something to say about it.”

he’s got a lot to say about it, you’re sure that that’s true. you’re not entirely in the loop why touya and his family seem so estranged—though you do know he has a soft spot for his mother and sister, and the thought makes your heart swoon a little—but he seems to cast a glare at his youngest brother every time they’re of the vicinity of each other, and being civil isn’t exactly his strongest suit when he speaks with his father. you don’t ask why, though.

“no, touya—”

“dabi,” he corrects with a scowl. “just call me dabi,” he mumbles.

“okay, dabi,” you roll your eyes, fighting the small smile on your face at the intimacy of the nickname. “no, i’m not in trouble. he just asked me to see if i could handle it. but quite frankly, i am sick and tired of hearing complaints every lunch break,” you purse your lips in irritation, rolling your eyes at the memory of the same topic of discussion for the last week. touya smirks, hands finding their way behind his head as he sends you an all too confident wink.

“jealous people are speaking on me, princess? don’t worry, you’re the only one i’m balls deep in—”

“office setting,” you cut him off with a scowl. “we are in an office setting.” chuckling, he holds his hands up in surrender, giving you a small wink. he finds it a tad bit too amusing that you insist on being professional with him in your workplace during work hours.

“alright, alright,” he stands from your chair, stealing a mint from the small jar on your desk. you don’t bother to mention that you keep them there because you know they’re his favorite, just like he doesn’t bother to bring up that he asks to get a coffee in the mornings with you, even despite hating coffee. “i’ll tone it down just for you, doll. and i’ll keep in mind this is an office setting,” he snorts, leaning in and pressing a chaste kiss to your cheek before leaving the room.

you pretend your knees don’t wobble when you make your way to your chair, rolling your eyes when it’s slightly too low from his earlier adjustments. but there’s a soft smile tugging at your lips that he’s given you his word.

except with touya, just because he is a man of his word, it doesn’t necessarily mean he is any good at keeping it. you of all people should know by now that he always finds a loophole to keep at being a menace.

“shoto,” you grin, setting your chopsticks down and waving the young boy over as he walks past your table, motioning for him to join you. with a soft blush dusting his cheeks, he quietly stalks over, hands fiddling with his fingers as he doesn’t quite meet your eyes.

“uh…y-yeah?” he mumbles quietly, and before you can speak, a certain nuisance pokes his head through the doorway instantly, scowl on his face as he studies his youngest brother interact with you. you cast touya a warning glare behind shoto’s head.

“could you hand your father this folder for me? it has some notes and papers i need him to look over—”

“you know, i can always take it for you, doll,” touya offers you with a dashing smile, a little too dashing for your liking. walking past his brother—and bumping shoulders with him in the process—he snatches the folder from your hand before shoto can reach for them.

“touya—”

“i told you to call me dabi—”

“touya? what are you doing here?” shoto asks with a tilt of his head. touya’s eye twitches in aggravation and you mouth a sinister be nice as a warning, and it makes him clench his jaw. it’s a massive blow to his pride that you defend his little brother of all people, and it takes all his self-control not to smack the young boy’s head with the folder in his hand.

“aww, you wound me,” he chuckles dryly, hand over his heart in faux offense. “i can’t come to the family business anymore? c’mon, i’m still part of the todorokis, aren’t i? or are you just too embarrassed your brother’s here in front of your little school girl crush—”

“cut it out,” shoto scowls, cutting his older brother off, and touya narrows his eyes menacingly at him. before he can open his mouth and retort, you cut him off.

“thanks for the offer, touya,” you snatch the folder from his grasp, thrusting it into shoto’s hand instead, “but i think shoto can handle it. can’t you shoto?” you ask him, turning to face him with a forced smile. the younger todoroki takes the hint, nodding and leaving you to deal with the older one—although, you really don’t want to at the moment.

“well, at least he’s gone—”

“he’s your brother,” you interrupt. “you’re supposed to be older. act like it,” you scold, and his eyes harden instantly, and it’s not something you’re used to from touya. he rolls his sleeves up slightly before he crosses his arms, and you catch a glimpse of the tattoos that litter them. they run across both his arms, full sleeves that extend up to his shoulders, and your mind instantly wanders to the other ones across his chest and abs, ones only you see often. before your thoughts can escalate, you blink.

“me and my brother aren’t your business, doll,” he spits. “you would do good to keep out of family issues,” he bites harshly, and a lump forms in your throat. and maybe he has a point, you’re not exactly in a position to insert yourself in his family life anyway, but you like to think you know touya a little better than many have gotten the chance to. and you like to think the morning coffees, and the late-night talks by your car, and even the small displays of affection and cuddling after a hook up he indulges you in sometimes, are all things that make you a tad bit closer to him.

but perhaps you’re wrong, and his tone makes your heart drop.

he seems to sense the shift, but before he can say anything else, you pick your chopsticks back up, turning your attention to your lunch before you.

“of course,” you say curtly. “well, i’ll see you later, it’s my lunch break, and i have a lot of things to do after this, so i want to enjoy it as best i can.”

“doll, listen, i didn’t mean for it to come out—”

“i’ll see you later,” you dismiss, and he rubs his face with a groan, running a hand through his dark locks. the red roots are starting to grow in, and before you can stop yourself, you point it out.

“you need to dye your roots,” you mumble. smirking, he looks up from his hand before plopping himself beside you, nudging you with his shoulder.

“you pay close attention to me, huh?”

“not a chance, you dickhead,” you huff, shoving him back harshly, and he snickers, wrapping his arm around you, pulling you to his chest. “anyone would notice it with how dumb your hair looks.” his thumb rubs small circles into your hipbone, and you sigh, relaxing into his hold and giving in.

if not for the teal eyes he’s inherited from his father, you’d have never guessed that todoroki touya was the son of todoroki enji. in fact, at first glance, he looks nothing like the rest of his family. with jet black hair, a body adorned with tattoos and piercings, and fingernails painted in black polish, touya is the exact opposite of what you’d expect the eldest son of your boss to look like. but somehow, you think he’s even more alluring this way, not because he looks like the dictionary definition of bad news, but because of his loyalty.

touya is nothing if not loyal to himself, he snaps back at his father and powers through harsh stares and quiet whispers, but he remains intact to himself. you can’t help but admire him for it.

“well, i need help doing the roots,” he insists.

“you did them just fine without me before,” you raise a brow, losing a battle with yourself and reaching over and pressing a soft pinch to his nose. he scrunches it slightly, and you chuckle at the sight.

pressing a swift kiss to your temple in return, he shrugs, a grin on his face that makes your heart flutter, and your earlier distress starts to melt away.

“you do ‘em better,” he murmurs, lips hovering over yours, breath fanning over your face, and you can smell the mint in it, and you know he was in your office looking for you before he found you here. gently shoving his face away, you roll your eyes, turning back to the food before you.

“you just want an excuse to come over so we can fuck,” you say flatly, and he snorts.

“what, and you don’t?” you do, but you’d rather be swamped with even more paperwork than admit that to him—he needs his painfully large ego bruised here and there. scowling, you huff, shuffling away from him, but he only presses himself into you again.

“if you’re gonna insist on being here, you might as well be useful and do something,” you snap, though there’s no malice behind your words.

“old man makes me sign papers with ‘im,” he rolls his eyes. “he seems thrilled i’m suddenly into the family business,” touya sneers. carefully, you glance over at him, watching him cautiously before digging a bit deeper.

“and are you? into the family business, i mean.”

“nope,” he pops the end of the word. “i’m into the crazy hot assistant my old geezer dad’s hired though,” he winks at you. you can’t help the laugh that bubbles in your throat, and his smile widens at the sound. and for a moment, you both stare into each other’s eyes, neither willing to look away.

you break eye contact first, turning to your food once more after a bit, heat flooding your cheeks.

“i have to finish eating and get back to work,” you mumble.

“can i have a bite, at least?” he whines, and with a roll of your eyes and a shove of his face, you shuffle away from him again.

“no, touya.”

evidently, you’re not as good at denying touya as you thought you were, or you wouldn’t be here in his room, kneeling between his spread thighs.

“fuck, doll,” touya groans, panting as you kiss up his length, tongue swirling around his flushed tip. with a low groan, he throws his head back, hand moving to the back of your head and pushing you down closer to his throbbing cock, making you take him in deeper. your tongue runs over the vein on the underside of his length, and he lets out a strangled gasp, chest heaving raggedly as a layer of sweat covers his inked skin. hand rubbing soothing circles over his thigh, you hollow your cheeks, sucking on the tip before taking his length until he hits the back of your throat.

the todoroki household is empty, save for you and touya, and with no one meant to be back for another few hours, touya calls you over. and like a true gentleman, he makes you dye his roots for him before he asks you to suck his dick, and maybe if he wasn’t so pretty like this, you’d have left as soon as he brought the idea up. but your chest swells with affection for touya, and the idea that only you get to see him like this, only you get to touch him like this, fills you up with excitement and a carnal need.

and just like the slight flutter of your heart a few moments ago when you helped rinse the dye out of his hair and he whined about making sure not to get any shampoo in his eyes, you feel a heat pool in between your legs as he cries out for you, a mess of broken curses and moans above you.

“sh-shit, princess,” he moans, letting out a small whimper when your hand reaches to fondle his balls, heavy and sensitive as he approaches his orgasm. you feel pride swell up in your chest when you look up at him, watching as he closes his eyes, bottom lip tugged between his teeth as a whine bubbles from the back of his throat. “close, doll, ‘m so close. th-that’s it, just a bit more,” he groans, deep and drawn out as his hips buck into your mouth, hand keeping your head in place as he all but fucks your throat. and with a guttural moan, he cums down your throat, thick spurts pumping into your mouth as you bob your head and work him through his orgasm.

touya can’t remember the last time he felt like he was special to someone—all on his own, just as himself, but he thinks that he’s pretty close to that feeling when he’s with you. he feels a taste of intimacy with you that he’s craved for a long time, but this time, it’s his. alone. no younger brother to share it with—not one that’s everything he’s not, everything he won’t be, everything he can’t live up to. shoto may have enji wrapped around his finger, but touya has your lips wrapped around his cock—and he thinks that’s infinitely better.

“f-fuck,” he rasps, grunting when your hand plays with his balls through his high, his hips raised and mouth parted as the last rope of cum paints your mouth, one final quiet groan falling from his lips before he slumps back into his mattress, panting as he catches his breath.

finally lifting his head up with a smirk, he holds an arm out for you, motioning you over. you straddle his hips, rubbing your clothed cunt over his member, feeling it harden once more. you both groan at the friction, and touya’s hands grip your waist tightly, guiding you to a steady rhythm. just as his fingers slip past your waistband, moving to plunge into your dripping core, the door opens, making you freeze.

“touya? you okay, man? i heard you—holy shit,” you hear a deep voice curse, the door slamming shut once more. and you stare at the man below you in shock, watching as his eyes widen before he’s sitting up.

“touya! you told me that we were home alone—”

“we were supposed to be,” he hisses, pulling his sheets to cover himself. he’s never been religious, but he sends a silent thanks to whoever listens that you’re at least still clothed.

“what is it, natsuo,” he asks flatly. “i’m kind of in the middle of something here,” he adds, making you slap his chest. touya snickers, pressing a tiny kiss to your forehead before his brother enters once more, face bright red as natsuo clears his throat.

you try to climb off his lap, but touya’s arms tighten, keeping you firmly in place.

“i uh…didn’t realize you had company over,” natsuo mumbles. touya raises a brow with a scoff, rolling his eyes at the fact that he’d been interrupted from some free time he finally had with you.

“i didn’t realize you’d be home so soon. thought you said you were gonna be back late,” he raises a brow. his brother shuffles uncomfortably, avoiding looking you in the eyes.

“forgot my wallet and then i heard—hey, wait a second,” natsuo cuts himself off, narrowing his eyes as he focuses on you. recognition flashes his eyes, and you fight with yourself to keep from burying your face into touya’s chest. “aren’t you dad’s assistant? touya, you’re fucking dad’s assistant?”

“keep your mouth shut, natsu—”

“does he know? wait, what am i saying of course not, he’d make a scene if he did by now. holy shit, do you have any idea how mad he’ll be?”

“it’s not your fucking issue—”

“are you gonna tell him? what are you gonna say? did you tell mom? does fuyumi know? she’ll freak,” natsuo asks question after question, and despite the awkwardness of the situation, you can’t help but giggle softly at touya’s obviously increasing irritation.

“would you stop talking for a sec—”

“are you dating? or is this like a fuck buddy type of thing? i won’t judge, you can tell me,” his brother continues, and touya’s hand grips your wrist tightly, and you gently take his hand in yours, soothing the back of his hand with small circles of your thumb as you bite your lip to keep from laughing again.

“dude, shut up,” he groans, and natsuo holds his hands up in surrender.

“well, it was nice knowing you, bro,” he shrugs before turning to walk out the door, but before he shuts it, he peeps back in and meets your eyes. “just so you know, touya still keeps his baby blanket in his closet,” he adds with a smirk, shutting the door with a loud laugh as touya curses at him, making you chuckle. turning back to the eldest todoroki, you pinch his cheek, grinning at the way he scowls at the sheets and avoids your eyes.

“aww, you’re blushing,” you tease, and he gently swats your hand away.

“yeah, well, did you know that he still—”

“i don’t need to know all the todoroki secrets,” you chuckle. “i don’t need a family feud starting.” rolling his eyes, he groans, slumping back against his headboard, pulling your face to press against his chest. your finger traces soft patterns into his shirt, and his hand rubs slow circles along your back.

“well, the mood is ruined,” he grumbles.

“i agree,” you nod. “but you know what?” he raises a brow for you to continue. “i like your brother, i never met natsuo before. you never talk about him,” you add, eyeing him up as he avoids your gaze. sighing, he looks off to the side.

“yeah, i guess we’re pretty close, me and him,” he shrugs.

“what did poor, sweet shoto ever do to you?” you tease gently, poking his cheek. clenching his jaw, touya doesn’t meet your gaze, no matter how intensely you stare at him. you wait a moment before cupping his cheeks, forcing him to meet your eyes.

“hey,” you say softly. “you know you can talk to me, right?” his gaze softens, and touya presses his forehead to yours, closing his eyes and nodding.

“yeah,” he sighs quietly.

“you don’t seem too fond of shoto,” you murmur, dragging your fingers through his freshly dyed hair, scratching at his scalp. touya’s face falls to your shoulder, and he hugs your waist tightly, shoulders relaxing when you press a sweet kiss to the side of his head.

“‘s not his fault, i guess,” he mumbles. “i just…never really lived up to my dad’s expectations.”

“yeah, i supposed not,” you hum, rubbing the back of his neck. “you two aren’t exactly peas in a pod.”

“well, shoto’s perfect,” he grunts. “he’s got what it takes to keep the family business going, and me and natsuo want no part in that,” he rants quietly. “old man thinks we’re wasting our potential. like i’m some failure just cause i don’t want to sit in a suit and tie all day. so what if i’m not like shoto? fuck shoto,” he spits, gripping your waist tightly.

and touya can’t remember the last time he felt this vulnerable, he can’t recall the last time he’s let himself feel the emotions he’s bottled up for so long and pretended weren’t there, but something about the way your hand glides over his back and shoulders makes him spill his heart to you.

he doesn’t realize that a few stray tears have slipped down his cheeks until you pull him out of your neck, swiping them away with the pads of your thumb. pressing a delicate kiss to his nose, you pinch the tip, making him let out a watery chuckle.

“yeah, screw shoto,” you nod, agreeing, smiling gently at him as he sniffles. it’s what he needs to hear. that someone is willing to pick his side.

“do you…think i’m…bad?” touya croaks, staring at you with wide eyes. “for being bitter with shoto?” shaking your head, you kiss his lips softly, and he melts into it, eyes shutting closed. touya thinks he’d have withered if you said yes.

“no, i don’t,” you whisper. “i think you’re just hurt. sometimes we tend to blame things when we’re hurt. we’re just human,” you mumble. “you’re good, touya. so good,” you promise, and his breath hitches in his throat. sniffling, he hugs you closer.

“thanks,” he says simply, but you know how important your words are to him. you can feel it.

“if it’s of any solace, i think you’re the farthest thing from a failure,” you kiss up his jaw, and he snorts, poking your side gently, laughing when you flinch away.

“so cheesy,” he huffs out with a quiet laugh, but your words make his heart flutter, and his lips wobble once more.

for the first time in so, so long, it feels like someone is proud of him, and he latches onto the feeling as tightly as he can. touya’s always thought that he was destruction for the longest time, always thought he destroyed his father’s dreams and reputation and his family’s name, but you give him salvation, and he feels like he builds something with you.

he’s not sure if he can let that slip past his fingers.

“nevermind, you disappoint me,” you huff, glaring at him. but he sees the softness in your eyes—he could never miss it.

“you can’t take it back now,” he bites your cheek, laughing at the way you shriek. it’s quiet for a moment, just the two of you staring at each other before he decides to break the silence, hesitantly looking away from your eyes and down at his lap. “i…okay, promise me you won’t be mad.” raising a brow, you chuckle.

“did you do something at the office again? i knew it would be a matter of time—”

“i told my mom about us,” he blurts, cutting you off.

“oh,” is all you can say. oh. and suddenly, everything feels a lot more serious, and your stomach twists painfully. you’re not used to being this serious with touya.

“that’s it?” he whispers, searching your eyes for more. it’s your turn to stare down at your lap.

“what did…what did she say?” you ask quietly. you always knew touya was wrong. he’s unprofessional, he’s off-limits, he’s everything you shouldn’t want given your position. but you can’t help but crave him desperately, and even if it has to be in secret, you want every piece of him, and it makes your heart drop and lungs feel like they’re about to give out that this might be where it ends.

“she wants to meet you,” he mumbles. “only if you want,” he adds quickly.

“but…i’m your dad’s assistant,” you mutter.

“i know.”

“well, does she know?” rolling his eyes, he nods, scowling at you.

“yes, i didn’t miss that big of a detail. she knows.”

“and she still wants to meet me?” he nods, eyeing you carefully, watching as you bite your lip. “but your dad is my boss—”

“i know!” he groans, pouting at you with a huff. “you gonna meet my mom yes or no? i…i never…never brought a girl home, okay? she’s gonna be real disappointed if you don’t show,” he grumbles with pink dusting his cheeks, not meeting your eyes. your heart hammers at the sight.

“even if the girl is her husband’s assistan—”

“for the love of god,” touya groans, flicking your forehead. the pout on his face deepens, and you can’t fight the urge to poke it with your finger, pulling away when he moves to bite it. “she knows, okay? she knows. the old fossil can shove it up his ass if it bothers—”

“that is my boss you’re talking about, touya,” you smack his chest, making him scowl at you. “highly unprofessional.”

“yeah, and so is fucking the bastard old man’s son, what’s your point?” giggling, you roll your eyes, cupping his cheeks and pressing a sweet kiss to his lips, closing your eyes when his lips mold against yours perfectly. pulling away, your nose brushes against his as your foreheads meet.

“yes, i’ll meet your mother,” you murmur, smiling when he lets out a breath. “baby’s first steps, aww,” you tease, pinching his cheeks and making him scowl. you chuckle as he pulls away from you with a grumble under his breath, but you don’t miss the faint tilt of his lips at your news.

and you shouldn’t be this excited, you shouldn’t feel this trilled to be the first he brings home, to meet his mother despite your compromising status, to make things that much more serious with touya—but you are. you are and you can’t bring yourself to regret it one bit.

“good,” he grins, leaning back and pulling you to his chest, draping his blanket over your bodies and pressing a kiss to your forehead. “i’ll take you on a real date soon, and i’ll pay with my old man’s credit card, so you’ll have a blast,” he winks, making you roll your eyes.

and you know that there’s a lot more to todoroki touya than what you’ve learned today, and you know that it’ll take some weaseling out of him to get him to share more, but there’s a certain shift in the air that makes you think that maybe it won’t be so hard, and maybe he’s not so off-limits after all. you grin at him softly, heart fluttering that maybe, you’ll get to learn everything there is about touya, and it makes you inch closer to him, pressing a chaste kiss to his jaw.

the late-night talks and the morning coffees and the small displays of affection do make you closer to him than anyone else has gotten, and you want even more of the taste of closeness he gives you.

“so, are we going to just stay like this?” you question, raising a brow. he nods, flashing you a smug little grin.

“we got the place to ourselves, natsuo won’t be back for a bit. we can always pick up where we left off,” he wriggles his brows, grunting with a pout when you elbow his ribs.

bonus conference room sex scene

got too lazy to beta it fully *sobs* so lmk if there are errors and also its ooc and not accurate obviously—it is an au

[minilpark]

Okay but like the idea of having/starting a family with Bob, my heart melts at how amazing of a father he would be

you are a fucking genius for this request first of all- and god ever since i read a rooster fic of him being a dad, all i've thought about is bob being a dad so here are some hcs

i will be doing hcs about the reader being pregnant and also ones where they decide to adopt!

you and bob definitely discussed the topic of starting a family more than once since you two seriously started dating and since marriage

and he was definitely on board with starting a family with you

he wants the family home, white picket fence, the whole nine yards-

once you both were finally in a more stable situation and bob landed a safer position in the navy (one where he was able to be home more often), you two decided it was time to start building a family

beginning of pregnancy hcs

so when he learned that you were pregnant, he was overjoyed

he definitely went all out in the preparations of the baby's room, gathering clothes, toys, etc.

of course, he had to have some help with stuff as well since he wanted you to take it easy

of course you'd still help anyways because you wanted to feel involved as well

so he enlisted rooster and phoenix to help you organise all the clothes and toys

while hangman, coyote, and payback assembled the crib and changing table

and he and fanboy would paint the walls

when everything came together, you just teared up in appreciation of your newfound family

it also kinda put things into perspective that this was really happening for you both

what was ironic about the whole trying for months part of the process was the fact that the universe decided to reward your efforts twofold if you will

that is right, it turns out you two were going to have twins

and despite bob being even more nervous, he was equal parts excited and happy

that did mean he would have to buy almost everything twice though

but he didn't mind

and when everyone heard the news, they were shocked but excited as well

during the pregnancy, bob picked up most of the slack around the house when he could, if he wasnt working that is, which you really appreciated even though you told him it was fine

he would also indulge you on your sometimes weird cravings, not even questioning you about some combinations of food

honestly such a patient, loving, understanding man throughout the entirety of it

and when you were finally in labour, he was equal parts stressed, scared, and tingling with excitement

he even had the baby bag pre-packed for about a week now, constantly checking it to make extra sure he had everything you'd ever need in there

bob admired you for many things, you were strong, smart, determined, beautiful, he could go on, but this- god he was grateful and in awe that you were able to go through so much pain to bring two bundles of joy into the world

diving deep into the labor, he held your hand throughout the whole thing, encouraging you to do your breathing exercises and trying to comfort you when the pain got really bad (honestly he found your yelling at him a lil funny because of the things you'd say but he knew it was definitely not the time or place to laugh), yes he did come out of this with what felt like a bruised hand but he knew it was incomparable to what you felt

anyways back to the big idea-

he totally cried when he saw the both of them for the first time- a boy and a girl

and when they were both held against your chest he leaned over to give your forehead a kiss and smiled back at you and the babies

"they are so beautiful- thank you so much for bringing them into this world"

yes he did bring a camera and yes he did take a bunch of pics (they're totally going in the photo album you two started)

and you just smile up at him

"you wanna hold them dad?"

his eyes just widened a little and he takes off his shirt and holds both of them against his chest

at this point he's definitely crying again and whispers to them about how he promises to always be there for them, protect them, and love them with all his being

your heart bursts seeing the little moment (and of course you snap a bunch of pics yourself of the three of them)

eventually everyone is able to come into the room and meet the two bundles of joy

the boys def give bob a pat on the back and congratulate him on how he's now a father and they congratulate you for how badass you are for pushing out two babies and how beautiful they are

phoenix is definitely by your side checking up on how you're doing while also congratulating you as well

she also gives bob a tight hug and tells him she's proud and confident he'll be a great dad

fast forward, you two are finally going home

and you're exhausted

bob can definitely see it on your face

and so he basically becomes house husband

he wants you to rest as much as you possibly can so you can recover fast

so he takes care of the chores and cooking (i think he would be a great cook tbh) and at night when a baby or both of the babies cry, he goes to check up on them so he can let you sleep

end of pregnancy hcs

beginning of adoption hcs

first off forgive me i will be simplifying the process down i know it is long and can be a struggle for families

that being said lets get started

you and bob talk for a while about adoption

and you both have always been open to the idea

so you both were prepared for the somewhat long process to come

finding a nice adoption agency wasn't too difficult and completing the pre-placement assessment wasn't too hard either

and then it came to working with your social worker to find a child whose needs would be met by the two of you

finally, you all came across a 9 year old girl

and so a visit was set up

as soon as you and bob saw her, you both just knew

she came and introduced herself, at first she was shy, but throughout the visit, she came to open up to you and bob quickly

she talked about the hobbies she had which included drawing, reading, and she loved to sing

she even showed you both some of her doodles

after that she asked you two questions she had of her own

and bob was quick to answer

he told her about how he flies planes and about his cool pilot friends as well

and the light you could see in his eyes while looking at her honestly melted your heart

when he was finished talking with her, he let the two of you talk and bond as well

you described what you did for work, who you were, and what your interests were so she could understand better

and honestly it looked like she was taking mental notes the whole time by the way she was so intently listening

you both found it adorable

when the visit was over, there was a bit of a waiting period in between before she was able to come home with you both

and so you and bob utilised this time to get the place ready for her, with the help of everyone else

you, phoenix, and bob were in charge of interior design/painting, making sure not to go too crazy to give your future daughter enough freedom to do what she wants with the space

while rooster, payback, and hangman were in charge of building the furniture (they insisted they could do it so you let them)

which left coyote and fanboy helping out with entertainment and getting things for her hobbies

honestly you couldn't have been more grateful to everyone for pitching in

and it finally came time to bring her home

and a home it was for her

the amount of joy she brought into your life and bob's life was insane

and from that point on you both promised to love, care, and protect her with everything you have

on another note, you were a bit jealous she was more of a daddy's girl, but you thought it was so sweet the interest she took in bob

he definitely fully stepped into dad mode when she came home

and the two totally connected more about planes and his role as a wso

as soon as she was adjusted to the living situation you two were in, you decided it was high time to meet her aunt and uncles

she was beyond excited, from the combined stories about how cool, dumb, and funny they all were, she couldn't wait to finally see them in person

and when you came back from picking her up from school, everyone was waiting for her

when she walked through the door it was dark until a light flipped on and a "surprise!" was yelled

and standing before her were all six of the people she's heard of including her dad

it took a minute to even process what was happening because she was so in awe and then she just ran up to each and every one of them giving them a hug and before they were able to introduce themselves, to their surprise, she would call out who they were

the first person she ran up to was nat, considering she was closest to the door

and phoenix scooped her up into a big hug and just "hey kiddo-"

"you're auntie nat, my name is nat too! mom and dad talk about you all the time!" she says while squishing her back

"hm, all good things i hope?"

"mhm, nothing bad"

going down the line of hugs your daughter meets

"uncle rooster! you have such a funny name, but i think it's cool-"

"uncle hangman, mom and dad talk about you in some stories- they say you're a dumbass sometimes,,"

to which everyone laughs or snorts a lil (you remind yourself to talk to your daughter later about swearing though)

and jake is just :0

"well, let me tell you girly, i am the coolest one here so that makes up for it-"

and bob just hides a smile

next in line is

"hi uncle coyote!"

javy totally tosses her in the air after hugging her and catches her giggling self while saying a hello

after coyote comes payback and he just cooly hugs her and gives her a fist bump to which she whispers something in his ear

"don't tell uncle hangman but you seem cooler than him already"

which definitely causes him to give a hardy laugh and nod "i'll keep your secret kid-"

last but not least,

"uncle fanboy!"

"i've got a special surprise for you kiddo from all of us-"

after the hug, he pulls out a little leather jacket, to match everyones, with her name and lil callsign they gave her on it

and yes she is in awe

she takes the jacket just mumbling a thank you and stares at the little patch while reading aloud

"natalie 'starfire' floyd,,,, wow this is amazing!"

everyone melts at how cute she is when she tries it on and you and bob especially feeling your hearts bursting

you just go over and scoop her up and ask how it feels to which she replies

"so,,, does this mean i can go up in the air with you guys soon?"

to which everyone chuckles a little and rooster speaks up

"i can talk to a friend of mine to see if i can take you up one day, kid"

you and bob smile a bit knowing it's mav he's talking about and his personal p51-

anyways eventually the supervisory period is done and you and bob are officially able to legalise the adoption

end of adoption hcs

honestly give him father of the year

it only gets better from here for him tbh

no matter what, he's determined to be there for every milestone or event that happens for your kids

the "firsts", birthdays, moving up grades, any extracurricular events, etc.

and you bet he will document every moment

you couldn't have asked for a better partner tbh

[storiesforallfandoms]

just want to stay in bed ~ pete davidson

word count: 1463

request?: yes!

"Can you do a Pete Davidson fluff where they just cuddle and listen to sad music"

description: on one of the hardest days for him, they decide to stay in bed

pairing: pete davidson x female!reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of death, just kinda sad really

masterlist (one, two)

No matter how many years had passed, the anniversary of Pete’s dad’s death was always the hardest day for him.

Anyone who encountered him on this day knew there was something else on his mind all day. He would specifically make sure he didn’t have interviews on that day because he knew he wouldn’t be all there for them.

On the first anniversary of his dad’s death that the two of you were together, you called him the moment you woke up to check on him. When he didn’t answer, you sent him a text. You waited nearly an hour to see if he’d answer, and when he didn’t, you got up and got ready to head over.

You let yourself into his apartment, as you usually did, and found Pete still in bed. His eyes were closed, but you could tell he wasn’t really asleep.

You sat down on the edge of his bed and placed a hand gently on his arm. His eyes opened, abandoning his false slumber, and looked up at you.

“Hey,” you said, your voice soft.

“Hey.”

You could hear the pain in his voice and you had to take a deep breath to keep from crying for him.

“What time is it?” he asked, trying to sit up. “I have to go to work.”

You put a hand on his shoulder, gently guiding him to lay down again. He didn’t fight you, he just laid back down on his back. You took his phone from his bedside table and stepped out of the room for a moment. When you returned, Pete had rolled onto his side with his back to you. You decided to slide into bed next to him, coming up behind him and wrapping an arm around him and burying your head against his back.

“What did you do?” he asked.

“I called your manager and asked if he could postpone whatever you had going on today.”

“And he did?”

“He did.”

Silence filled the room then. All you could hear was the sounds of life outside of Pete’s apartment. Pete laced his fingers through yours and you began to trace circles against his hand.

“Thank you,” Pete said after a moment.

“You don’t have to thank me for anything, babe,” you responded. “You deserve to just have a day in bed and not worry about any responsibilities.”

“Can you pass me my phone?”

You let go of each other long enough for you to roll over to grab his phone to pass to him.

“I’m gonna put on some music, is that okay?”

“Of course, Pete,” you assured him. “Whatever you want to do.”

You cuddled into his back again as he scrolled through his music. You heard the opening to a sad song beginning to play and you felt your heart aching for Pete. You wished there was something to do that could help to ease his pain, but you also knew it wasn’t that simple. Even if it had been so long ago, it wasn’t easy to get over grief like that. Sometimes you never got over it, and that was okay too.

The two of you laid in bed for a long time, the sound of the sad music from Pete’s phone filling the otherwise empty room. It was almost like the weather outside was starting to mirror the emotions inside, because the once sunny day was starting to cloud over. Thick, miserable, grey clouds hung in front of the sun, blocking any sort of happy feelings from slipping through into the bedroom.

A slow song that was playing was starting to lull you to sleep until you felt Pete shaking in front of you. You panicked for a moment, thinking something was happening to him, but it wasn’t until you sat up that you realized he was shaking because he was silently crying. You looked down at him, finally feeling the lump that had been building in your throat win over your attempts to push it back down.

“Oh, Pete,” you said.

“I’m sorry, he said, refusing the face you. “I’m sorry, I didn’t want you to see me like this.”

“Please don’t be sorry,” you said. “Look at me, baby.”

He wouldn’t, he kept looking everyone around the room except for at you. You could see his cheeks glistening with the tears that were falling down them. Finally, you took his face in your hands, your palms becoming wet on contact from his tears, and turned his head to face you.

“Pete,” you said, “you never have to be sorry. You never have to hide this from me, or feel like you have to. What happened to you all those years ago, it wasn’t fair. As much as they say time heals all wounds, it really doesn’t. If anything, time sometimes makes things worst. It makes you think about all the moments you could’ve been spending with your dad, all the things he could’ve been here to see, how things would’ve been different if he were. And that is what hurts so much more than his initial death, the what ifs in that situation.”

Pete nodded. You wiped the tears from his eyes as he closed them and took a deep breath through his nose. You could feel him calming down against you as he let the breath go through his mouth. He repeated the action a few times; in through the nose, out through the mouth.

When he had calmed himself down enough, he took you into his arms again. You hadn’t realized his music was still playing until you heard it a bit louder now that you were laying against his chest.

“I think about how proud he would’ve been if he got to see my accomplishments,” Pete admitted. “When I got the job on SNL, I even went to his grave to tell him. I must’ve looked fucking insane.”

You chuckled. “You’d be surprised with how many people go to talk to deceased loved ones at their graves. If anything, anyone who saw you would’ve been touched by the gesture.” You shifted your head to look up at him. “He’d be proud of you.”

“I know he would be,” he said. “I just wish I had more time with him, more memories. He was a hero, is a hero. I’m proud of that. But...sometimes I wish he wasn’t, because at least he’d still be here with me then.”

You kissed Pete’s cheek and gave him a slight squeeze. He kissed your forehead in return and started to play with your hair close to the nape of your neck.

“He would’ve loved you,” he said, although it sounded more like an inside thought that slipped out.

You couldn’t help but smile to himself. “You think so?”

“I know so. Mom loves you, and she and dad basically shared the same brain. He would’ve thought you were absolutely stunning. Probably would’ve made some joke about if only he was a few years younger, but that would just be to get mom going. He...he would’ve been glad that I’m so happy and that I found a woman I can see myself settling down with. I imagine that’s what all fathers want: to see their sons happy with the woman of his dreams.”

You tried to discretely wipe the tears from your face but it was really no good. Pete’s words touched you deeply. You often wished you could’ve met Pete’s dad. Pete and his mom always spoke so highly of him, and his mom had told you so many stories that it felt like you had actually known him. You would’ve loved to have gotten to know him personally, to thank both him and Pete’s mom for raising such an amazing son.

“I would’ve loved him, too,” you said. “And I do love him. Even if I don’t actually know him, because he and your mom gave me the best thing I could’ve ever asked for.”

Pete’s hand paused in your hair. You worried you had said the wrong thing and maybe made him upset again.

“That’s...the corniest shit I’ve ever heard in my life.”

You began to laugh as Pete continued.

“Like for real, you’re really saying that rom-com type of shit to me right now? When I’m trying to mourn? I have half a mind to fucking kick you out just because of that.”

You sat up and grabbed the pillow nearest to you and hit Pete with it. You were gearing up to hit him again when he quickly put his hand up and caught the pillow. With his other arm, he wrapped it around your waist and pulled you down to him, hitting you repeatedly with the pillow in a playful manner.

[thatonecoryosimp]

Prince!Technoblade x peasent!fem!Reader

I'M BACK BABIES. So I decided I was going to do two fics to signify my coming back to writing. They're both Techno X reader, but the other one is going to be a mafia au. (Not gonna spoil anything yet) it'll be coming out after I finish some requests. After that I'll be working on both my series. Enjoy loves~

Technoblade could hear the now distant screaming of his mom and dad, as well as Tommy and Wilbur's soft protests to the news they had brought. He could feel his fists clenched with rage as he stormed down the hallways. His steps carried loud thuds through the scarcely populated corridors, no one wanted to face his rage.

He had made it out of the large building at a seemingly record-breaking pace. His hands had quickly found the familiar feeling of his blade. The sword that had been the staple of wars waged in the last few years, a stamp of fear, one that struck fear into his enemies as the object would call for blood spill.

His mind was jumbled, playing over and over again the already scattered memories of what had just transpired.

A maid had come to knock on his door. Softly peeking her head through the small window she had given herself. Nikki stood there with a smile, "Your parents wanted you in the main dining room, said they had some exciting news for you and your brothers."

Techno's head had already been staring at her, but now he was looking at her with confusion, "Do you know what it's about?"

She smiled again and shook her head, "Unfortunately I don't."

The walk there was forgettable, but he could've never prepared himself for the sight he would walk into it. An unfamiliar woman sat at the table, his parents were on one side, while another couple was on her other. His brothers were already seated across from them.

He was so thankful he had sat down before his dad spoke, he was afraid he would've fallen over if he hadn't. You never expect your father to introduce a random woman as your soon-to-be wife.

He was sure his parents weren't happy about making his bride cry as he yelled obscenities at them before storming out. He wasn't mad about it. He did not want to be married to that woman, he didn't want to be in some arrangement.

Unfortunately, later that night he was met with the reality that it didn't matter what he wanted. The ball had already been planned to celebrate, and everyone in the kingdom had already been invited. It was to be in two days' time, and he would have to be there.

But Technoblade had already pledged that he would get out of it, and if he had set his mind to something, it was going to happen.

~~~

The mirror only betrayed him. It showed him as someone he wasn't: a handsome prince that had no qualms with what this night would signify. But appearances often played the devil's adversary for showing people as something they weren't.

He looked striking. A white button-up with black slacks, his hair arranged in a low bun, his cape sitting on his shoulders with authority, and the dazzling bejeweled crown resting on his head.

His bride was dressed in a simple pink and white dress, but there was nothing really eyecatching about her. Sure, she wasn't ugly. She had chocolate skin, and gorgeous brown hair, coffee-colored eyes that would gleam in the light, but just the idea of an arranged marriage pushed any possible attraction out the window. He would never be happy with Kate, no matter what she looked like.

The truth of the matter was, no matter how pretty she was, she was a stuck up, snobby, and stuffy person. He tried hard not to really fault her as it was just how she was raised, but he would never be able to stay sane being married to her.

He could hear the music from down the hallway. It was enchanting, the sweet serenade of the orchestra, it was almost enough to get him to calm down. He walked through the doors with his head held high, and an unreadable expression on his face.

He had to dance with Kate first, no one was really paying attention, they were too caught up in their own dancing partners. To be truthful, he was thankful that no one was looking at them. He didn't want them to see the way he held her at a distance, with his hands on her shoulders, surely it would cause him problems.

He thanked every god he knew when the song ended. He was quick to make himself disappear into the crowds and away from his bride. It simply wasn't fair. The only reason he had to get married was so he could take the throne. If he could just find another woman and declare his love for her, then maybe he could get out of this arrangement.

And he did find another woman. A young, gorgeous woman. She was standing with her father and mother close to the main entrance of the ball. With all the music and people, he made his way over to her without many noticing.

"Could I have this dance?" He asked, startling the young woman and her parents. He wore a charming smile as he stuck his hand out to her. They were out on the dance floor the second her hand was on his.

He swept her into his arms and rested his hands on her hips, as well as securing her arms around his neck. His eyes went up and scanned the crowd and when he was sure no one was listening he turned his head back to the woman.

"What's your name, dear?"

She had looked up at him shyly and muttered her name. It was simply gorgeous, a name suited for a queen.

"Well, I was wondering if you could help me."

"Of course, my prince."

"Good. Because I need you to agree to marry me."

She froze and stumbled. Techno caught her in his arms.

"Why me? Don't you already have a bride?"

"You were the only woman stunning enough to catch my eye, and I do have a bride, but I don't want to marry her. If you agree to become my wife, I will support you and your family. You'll never have to worry about their health and safety."

This made the woman consider it. She took a moment, letting Techno guide her before giving her answer.

"Okay."

~~~

Okay. Not my best work, but I haven't written anything in a long time. I really hope you enjoyed loves. I'm so happy to (hopefully) be back. Drink water, eat food, and stay safe. Love you all!

~Jules

[oh-katsuki]

KINKTOBER DAY 8 - STEPCEST + CONNIE SPRINGER + CHUBBY READER

KINKTOBER MASTERLIST

WC: 2.3k

TW: stepcest, filming (kind of), masturbation, voyeurism, dubcon (connie listens without asking), oral (f!receiving), use of toys (dildo), cumming untouched

Connie swears he’s seen you before. He’s not sure where, but he’s definitely just seen you around. How could he not? A pretty, round, sweet girl lives in his neighborhood, of course, he’s seen you before. That’s what he tells himself when his mother walks into the house with you and your father in tow. Because… he hasn’t seen you anywhere else, right? 

He can’t take his eyes off of you as you eat dinner. Something is so familiar. He’s seen your legs before, or your thighs. The way the plush fat spills out of your skirt and flattens onto the chair your sit on. He recognizes your voice, the small hum of satisfaction when his mom asks if you like the food. Did you go to the same high school as him? Did you maybe work at a convenience store he frequents? Connie just can’t put his finger on it, but he knows that living with you from here on out is going to be a pain, in more ways than one. 

It’s not like his mom realized what a babe you are, or how you fit his type to a T when she decided to marry your dad. How could she know that Connie likes his girls big and soft with pretty eyes and innocent smiles? It’s not like he’d turned to his mom and said, “Mom, I like hitting big bitches from the back and watching their asses jiggle for me,” before. But it’s almost sadistic, just how perfectly you fit his type. He’s only just met you and he wants you already, regardless of where he might know you from. 

But it doesn’t hit him till later, just where he’s seen you before, or rather, heard you. It isn’t until he walks by your room and hears your muffled whines, so eerily familiar through the thin wooden door. Connie can hear you describing what you’re doing, can hear the wet sound of whatever toy you’ve got stuffed up your cunt and the muffled look how it’s stretching me that comes through to where he stands. 

Connie has a knee-jerk reaction to it, pressing his ear against the door while his dick hardens in his pants, voice so familiar… and so strongly associated with what he feels like when he gets off. He stands for a moment, just listening, hearing the way your voice builds with tension until you give a soft cry and the other side of the door goes silent. 

He walks to his room quickly, just down the hall from yours, where he’s imagining your chest heaving while you hold the toy inside of you, coming down as you cockwarm it. Connie’s jealous. He wants to be in that position, letting you cum on him as many times as you want. Fuck, he’s been thinking about it since you first walked in. He thought about bending you over right on that dinner table, pushing the plates off, and spreading your thick thighs so he could bully his dick into you. 

It makes him feel guilty as he closes his bedroom door, leaning against it as he palms himself, head thrown back against it. Connie imagines what you looked like just then, couples your voice with images from his favorite porn creators. He spends a few minutes there, just rubbing at himself through his pants, trying to burn the sound of your voice into his brain forever. 

It’s about 10 minutes before he’s spread out on his bed, door locked as he scrolls through Twitter to his favorite account. She’s pretty and round, like you, with soft-looking thighs and a sweet voice. Always makes great content and posts consistently. He’d subscribe to her only fans if he could. Plus, people who subscribe to her only fans get to see her face, unobstructed by the bunny mask she wears that covers her eyes and nose to her hairline. Still, her content on twitter is incredible and as he navigates to her page, he gets excited at the thought of getting to associate her with his new stepsister. 

Connie starts the most recent video, posted five minutes ago. It’s already gaining traction, but it looks like a good one. She’s spread on a bed, background slightly blurry while she teases her cunt with a bright pink dildo, the one she’s used many times before. He takes his cock in his hand, hard and throbbing because of you, and clicks the volume up a few times so he can hear.

“Look how it’s stretching me.” The video chimes. She moans, followed by a soft giggle as he watches the dildo disappear inside of her. 

That’s when it hits him. This is your twitter account. He’s now watching the video that you took in your room, coupling the actions with what he imagined. It’s better, it’s even better than he imagined and he strokes his cock slowly with wide eyes. What are the odds that his sweet new stepsister runs his favorite twitter porn account? God, you’re kind of a dirty bitch, huh?

He checks the caption of the video. Guess this is what you do when you think your new step brother is hot… Connie’s eyes roll back to his head. It’s not just him. He’s coming to the realization that you were thinking of him while you fucked yourself on your toy and it’s driving him closer to the edge. He knows your name now, mumbling it like a mantra while he builds up to his own orgasm with the video until he’s spilling onto his chest with a whiney groan. 

The next few days are full of tension. Tension so thick that he could cut it with a knife. Family dinners have become unbearable and every time he gets a peek of your thigh, his mind wanders back to your slutty video, to the account that’s made him cum so many times. 

But finally, the tension snaps. It’s one day when your parents are out, a date night that they take weekly, that he hears it again, you fucking yourself on that hot pink dildo. And Connie… just can’t take it anymore. He waits until he hears you cum and then the familiar raddle of the toy being put away before opening the door. 

What he finds is… delicious. You’re in a gorgeous, lacy, black bra sitting on your bed with the matching lace around your ankles. You’re sitting up on your knees, hands flying in front of your bare cunt when he walks in, eyes so wide that it’s concerning. 

“What the fuck are you doing? Get out!” You call, voice chiming through the near empty house. 

Connie eyes you hungrily before walking over. He gives the only response he can think of.  “I’ve seen your twitter account. Posting filth about me like that.” You feel your heart fall into your stomach. He knows. You know he does. You should have been more discreet. Should have waited till you had the house to yourself to film videos. But the truth is, you’re relieved he knows because it means you don’t have to hide it. Because it means that to confirm it’s your account, he had to stand outside your door and listen to you fuck yourself to the thought of him, then watch the videos you post with captions about him. It’s perverted, but it has slick flooding your cunt. 

“Yeah?” Your response is measured, teetering on flirtatious. 

Connie rolls his eyes, giving a low groan before he crawls over you. Both of you are breathing heavily, Connie caging in your body before he delivers a searing kiss. It’s so wrong, all of it. Both of your perverted tendencies, your relationship to each other, the fact that your parents will be back in less than an hour. But he tastes so good. He tastes like something you want. 

“Why use the toy when you can have the real thing?” He asks breathlessly, kissing down your torso until he’s kissing along your hips. 

“You never asked.” You breathe, chest heaving as he creeps closer and closer to your core. 

“Well I guess now I don’t have to. Y’know, since you’re so fuckin’ loud with that pretty pink dildo of yours.” Connie offers you a smile from where he rests between your legs, kissing the inside of your thigh. You’re gonna be sensitive, he knows it. He can smell it. 

“You been listenin- for a while?” You ask, voice catching as he slides his tongue through your folds. 

Connie nods into your cunt. “Never thought my favorite porn creator would be my stepsister though. Your pussy tastes better than I imagined.” 

He smiles into your pussy, starting to lap at it with a flat tongue before sucking gently on your clit. You’re whining, hands running over his short hair but trying to squirm away. You’re sensitive from your last orgasm and every swipe of his tongue over your clit sends pain and pleasure flooding through your body. 

“Fuck, feels good.” You breathe, chest heaving. “M’sensitive…” “I know.” He murmurs. “Can feel you twitchin’ on my tongue. Wanna do a good job for you, yknow?” But he’s lost in it, starting to lap at your folds like a man starved. He’s got his big hands spread out on either side of your thighs, holding them down against the bed as he makes out with your cunt. His fingers dip into the fat their. Connie needs to be fast, your parents will be home soon, so he looks up at you from between your legs, pulling off your clit with a filthy and wet pop. 

“Where do you keep your toys?” He asks, giving you a lopsided smile at the way your hips follow him. You’re so fucking sweet. 

“The nightstand.” You point, voice shaking. You miss his mouth, the way it felt on your cunt. 

Connie opens the drawer, mouth falling open at the array of toys you have. He scans his eyes over them, taking in everything that you’re into and filing it away for later. His slender fingers run over the butt plugs, adorned with rhinestones and one with a fluffy tail. He spots a ball gag and some handcuffs as well. But he finally settles on his personal favorite, slender fingers pulling the familiar bright pink dildo from the nightstand. 

Connie settles back between your legs, pushing you upwards so he can grind against the bed while he teases your entrance for the toy. 

“You’re already so wet. Must be nice and stretched out from playing with yourself already…” He trails off, running the head of the dildo along your folds before sliding it in. 

The toy fills you well and the image of your step brother on his knees between your legs sends butterflies erupting through your stomach as he pushes it against your g-spot. Still, the suddenness of it burns and you wince, fingers balling into the sheets. 

“M’bigger than this. You’ll have to be able to take it if you want to take me, ‘kay sis?” Connie chides, mouth hovering over your clit while he slowly fucks the dildo in and out of you. 

It’s fucked up, but as his mouth collides again with your clit, you can’t shake the nickname he just called you, clenching down around the toy with a whine. Connie picks up his pace, licking circles around your clit while he nudges your g-spot with the dildo. He knows you feel good, he can hear it. You’ve never sounded like this in your videos and it has him grinding against the side of the bed. 

Connie gives a whiney moan into your cunt, muttering something about how good you taste before practically devouring it. His tongue dips down to lick at your mess on the toy too, other hand pressing firmly on your pudgy stomach, sinking in. 

It isn’t long before he’s ruining you with it, pumping it in and out of you quickly while he laps greedily at your cunt, whining into your pussy while he ruts his cock against the side of the bed. You can feel the coil winding in your stomach. Tension building and building while he continues to fuck you with the toy you’ve been dreaming was him.

He’s going between watching your expressions and screwing his eyes shut. Connie wants to get off. There’s just something about the taste of your arousal that makes him want to cum on the spot, hips grinding needily against the mattress while you hump mindlessly against the toy. 

“Ah- Connie- m’gonna cum!” You whimper out, hips moving in circles while his hand pulls back and forth, lips closed perfectly around your clit. 

“Cum then. Please fucking cum, wanna taste it.” He sounds delirious, voice high pitched and pathetic. You can hear that he’s close too, breath fanning out across your inner thighs and pelvis while he fucks you to an orgasm. 

And then you’re cumming, body spasming with a loud cry, and your back arching up off the bed to ride it out on the dildo he’s sliding in and out of your body. Connie cums when he hears the sound of you making a mess on the toy, when he feels the rush of wetness against his tongue that tastes like you. He cums with his lips pressed to your clit, smearing against it as his pace with the toy falters. You can feel the hum of his voice against your core and it ushers through the last of your orgasm. 

You both sit for a moment, Connie’s head just above your abused cunt and your hands resting on the soft hair there. 

“Hey…” He trails off. You think he’s going to tell you how wrong this is. That this can’t happen again because you’re siblings now, but instead he props his chin up on your stomach and peers at you with a smile. “Think I have time to fuck you proper before our parents come home?”

[landinoandco]

Hey could you do one with max verstappen, where the reader a fight about him not helping around the house (witch he doesnt do because he is just tired from working hard but the reader dont know) so they yell at max and he suddenly walks away but then they find him crying in bed, because hes overworked and feels like hes never gonna be good enough at being a driver and the readers boyfriend. And feels like he can only dissapoint the reader, his dad and cristian. But the reader comforts him. Tnx

Because I'm not good enough...

Max Verstappen x Reader

Warnings: angsty

Word count: 2 k

Requests are open :)

You were sat at the dining room table, staring out at the empty seat in front of you. Your arms crossed across your chest and your lip in between your teeth. You had been sat there for an hour - in the grand scheme of things an hour didn’t seem like such a long time but it was his final warning and an hour was just long enough to allow for your anger to boil over.

Dinner was in the fridge - the same dinner you had cooked an hour ago, your phone lay screen up on the table - the same phone you used to call Max two hours and a half hours ago, he told you he was on his way home. Home whilst you were in the UK was 25 minutes away from the Redbull HQ. This was becoming a regular occurrence, some nights he would come home so late that you had already taken yourself to bed. The atmosphere in the house seemed to freeze over whenever he was around even though you were yet to come out of summer, there was something hanging over the pair of you - unspoken feelings and as of now a red hot anger that threatened to escape from your usually composed nature.

Ever since the championship had taken a turn in the favour of Redbull, Max had started to become much more distant. It started off with him not inviting you along to the races, leaving on the Wednesday before race weekend and sometimes not seeing him until the following Tuesday and that was on a stand alone race weekend. On the triple headers, it could be nearing two weeks until you two were spared 5 minutes alone and even then it was a brief conversation before he rushed back to the factory or to train.

You thought you knew what you signed up for and since yours and Max’s relationship and that was three years ago so you thought you had seen it all - been through it all with him, witnessed every high and every low. This was a new territory and you knew that if it wasn’t tackled soon -

The click of the door lock echoed in the hallway, you straightened in your seat - eyes locked ahead of you and your knee bouncing.

Max sighed loudly and wiped his hand over his face, it had been a long day - he had been at the factory up until Christian had invited him out to lunch, it was nice to catch up with his boss and Max felt like he owed the man so much; guiding him through the years that had led up to the moment they found themselves in. Max felt like over the past years he had matured as a person, sometimes still short tempered but being an F1 driver it wasn’t necessarily a bad trait. After his lunch with Christian, his dad had called him - the less said about the conversation the better. By the time you had called, the last thing he wanted to do was come home and risk upsetting you. He had taken himself on a run - to clear his head and focus on what he was going to say to you because he felt like something definitely needed to be said.

He also owed a lot to you, you had put up with so much over the years and standing by his side even when he had made a mistake - although you were very quick to tell him when he was in the wrong. You seemed to be on his level, a blunt and forward look at life - there was no time for dawdling about when you had things to be done. Life was short and there was no time to waste.

Recently however, he was putting so much pressure and stress on himself about work that the hours slipped away from him and so did the time spent with you. He felt the atmosphere change around the pair of you - as though he was always walking on thin ice, the cracks beginning to show. The guilt he felt was nothing like he had ever felt before, all he wanted to do was talk to you but he was scared of pushing you away - which is ironic because not talking and letting the pent up anger build up was having the same effect. He was never that good when it came to talking about how he felt - as much as he wanted to he felt as though he would be a burden and that he would put too much pressure on you. He could never tell you what he really felt like inside. It was embarrassing, he knew that a professional athlete should never feel what he felt. It weakened him and having weaknesses in a sport like Formula 1 was not an option.

Max shrugged his coat off and walked through to the main room of the apartment - the room where you were sat waiting to pounce as though he was your unsuspecting prey.

He offered a tired smile, in response he got a sneer. Swallowing hard, you felt the anger take over, like some monster escaping from a cage.

“I have been sitting here for an hour, Max -” You shot to your feet, pointing at the table, your voice cracked slightly. “For months, you’ve been leaving me - it’s me who’s been cooking for us both, cleaning, washing - everything, Max. By myself.” You were shouting now, your heart threatening to break free from your chest. Max just stood there, a blank expression on his face - his gaze fixed to the ground. “I don’t understand what went wrong, Max. We were happy, hell, we spoke to each other. Now, I’m alone. In fact, I may as well be alone if this doesn’t change.” The words had fallen out of your mouth before you had any time to consider them - or the consequences. Your eyes went round with shock and you fell back to your seat. A loud silence filled the room.

Max, too, had not expected the words that had initiated the silence. He opened his mouth, eyes still on the ground, then closed it again before raising his head and looking you dead in the eye.

“You don’t mean that.” He managed to mutter, barely being able to raise his voice any louder. He felt a tired emptiness, this was the last thing he had wanted to happen.

“That’s all you have to say to me.” You rounded on him again, angry tears threatening to fall from your eyes.

“No - I -” He stuttered, then closed his eyes, inhaling slowly, “I just don’t think we should talk things through whilst you’re angry -” He saw you about to interject, when he raised his hands. “You have every right to be. That’s not what I’m saying. I think we should wait to talk about it so we don’t say things we are going to regret later.” Max could feel his throat constricting, he was battling to keep his emotions at bay.

You sniffed and nodded slowly, placing your head in your hands - hot tears escaping and shoulders tensed.

Max swallowed thickly, his eyes swimming with tears. He made a move and after no interruption left the room. He had only made it to the stairs before he collapsed, the fatigue getting the better of him. He was such an idiot, a fact he was certainly aware of now, how could he have let things get this bad. Did that make him a selfish person?

He couldn’t hold it in any longer, a harsh sob escaping from his mouth - fingers shaking and his head a loud mess.

As soon as Max had left the room, you had gotten up to get some water - when you paused, a sound catching your attention - a deep sounding sob. You waited, a line appeared between your brows. Slowly and carefully, you inched towards the door - waiting with baited breath for the sound again.

It was coming from the stairs and there was only one person it could be. Regret instantly pooled in the pit of your stomach, you hadn’t meant for him to cry. You were just so angry and he needed to know that.

“Max.” You called out softly, unsurprisingly there was no response. You went in the direction of the stairs and hunched over in front of you was your boyfriend - attempting to stifle his sobs. You rushed forwards, placing your arms around his shoulders and pulled his body into yours. Instinctively he wrapped his arms around your waist. You kissed the top of his head, stroking his hair as he continued to cry - you allowed him to empty his emotions out; some tears of your own betraying you entirely.

“I’m sorry, I really am.” Came a muffled voice. Pausing, you released your hold of him and placed your hands either side of his face - offering him a watery smile. Then, using your sleeves you wiped his tears away - he watched your every move, waiting for you to say something. When you didn’t, he braced himself - lips trembling; he knew it was now or never. He had to tell you how he really felt.

“I’m not good enough.” He stated simply, his eyes glossy. Your forehead furrowed. “I’m never going to be good enough to take the championship, I’m going to let everyone down. Everyone that has ever believed in me - it doesn’t matter what I do, how much work I put in - I’m never good enough. And you -” He paused, meeting your gaze, a lump forming in the back of your throat. “I keep letting you down, time and time again. I was the one who caused this, I’m never going to be good enough for you.”

“If you believe that -” You began, kissing the newly formed tears away, “Then I will eat your race shoe.” You moved to sit next to him on the stairs, pulling him into your side. “Why didn’t you tell me that’s how you felt.”

You felt Max shrug, the side of his head resting on yours. “I didn’t want to burden you with all of my problems, you already put up with so much.”

“I will always have time for you, Max.” Grasping his hand in yours, “You are enough, you are more than enough. You are Max Verstappen, the fastest, strongest guy I know.” You chuckled lightly, “I know it may sometimes feel like that and that’s ok. You are putting yourself through so much - maybe, it’s time to give some consideration for your personal life. It’s unhealthy to work all of the time - then we run into issues like these.” You spoke softly, almost whispering but you could tell he was hanging onto every word you spoke. “I love you, Max. I don’t know what I would do without you.” You admitted, turning your head to look at him. He chewed on his bottom lip, processing your words.

“I love you too, more than anything.” He murmured, placing his forehead on yours. You lifted your head slightly to leave a soft kiss on his nose, earning the corners of his lips to quirk up.

Closing your eyes, you relished being in his arms again, to have him close to you. You had missed it. You had missed him. Both of you knew you had a lot to work through, that it wouldn’t simply disappear but both of you were going to do it together. Hand in hand. And that was more than enough.

[smallestapplin]

Hi, I've never requested before so I hope I'm doing this right. May I request Ingo and Emmet (separately) trying to propose to the reader only to get stopped by some outside force (ex. Ingo is about to propose but suddenly one of his pokemon accidentally breaks or burns something.)

- Sea Holly Anon

Ah yes, me, my partner, and my cockblock Pokémon-

And don’t worry dear! You’re doing just fine. I am happy to have you here.

Asks are open

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🔲Ingo🔲

- When Ingo wanted to propose to you he wanted to do it in the most memorable and romantic way possible, something that felt right to both of you.

- So he made sure you two were alone, it was date night in due to the weather. You two made dinner together, which he had you two dancing in the kitchen while food cooked. He wanted to spoil you.

- By the end of dinner you were seated in his lap. Where he held you close while you two softly spoke about whatever came to mind.

- It soon turned into him kissing you and expressing his deepest love for you.

- He wants the mood just right for you.

- You had gotten up to use the bathroom real quick and he checks his pocket, taking a deep breath once he saw the box was still there.

- You came back shortly after, ready to put the dishes away but this was his chance.

- He was almost to the ground before a loud thunk! Was heard at the back door.

- “Should we be worried?”

- The sound of glass shattering said yes.

- Ingo stumbled to stand and ran to see what had happened.

- “Auger! Shale! What is the meaning of this!?”

- The Excadrill and crustel look down in guilt, they wanted to go outside but with it raining they couldn’t without their coats, but they didn’t want to bug their dad and tried opening the sliding glass door themselves.

- “I got a broom, unfortunately it’s late so we will have to call someone tomorrow, I’m sure the sleeping Haxorus will deter anyone from coming in.” You came in to save the day with a broom and dust pan.

- “You go take them out, I’ll handle this.”

- “But dear I-“

- “It’s alright, now get goin you cutie.” You give him a quick kiss before sweeping up the broken glass.

- All that build up ruined.

- Once outside and away from your sight the subway boss sinks to the ground in his rain coat and holds his head in his hands.

- After the two Pokémon finished what they wanted to do they tried to comfort their silently crying trainer.

🔳Emmet🔳

- Emmet had everything planned! You two had just finished having fun at the amusement park. He won every prize your eyes lingered on.

- The night was filled with your cute laughter and his undying love.

- The way back home was still filled with both of your giggles and the struggles of carrying all the plushies he won you.

- Once inside your shared home and you set up your plushies on the couch.

- Where you started giving them names and cooing when the joltiks start resting on them.

- Emmet thought his proposal would be a perfect way to end the night.

- You were just turning back toward him as he was lowering himself to the ground when the lights went off.

- “I think one of our spider children found a way to the fuse box.”

- “It would seem that way, worry not darling! I’ll go check.”

- “Wait Em be careful-“

- He already tripped over one of sparky’s toys.

- “Emmet! Are you okay!? That sounded bad.” You slowly find your way towards him. You can’t see in the dark like this.

- “…Mm I’m fine, man I got a headache now.”

- “With the sound of your head hitting the coffee table I’m not surprised.” You ease him to the couch and surround him in the plushies.

- “I’ll go figure it all out, please stay here.” You place a kiss tenderly to his forehead and then to his lips before making your way to the basement.

- Not before using your phones flashlight and getting Emmet an ice pack for his head.

- In your absence the tearful subway boss is surrounded by the plushies he won you and his joltiks.

- He just wanted it all to be sweet and perfect.

[raineydays411]

Thanks T

 Summary: A dad is supposed to be your rock. Someone you can go to when times are hard. Someone whos supposed to protect you. WHat happens when your dad doesn’t fit the bill, and Tony does?

A/n: Hello yall! So this story hit really close to home for me lmao. It was mentioned that there aren’t any good dad/step dad Tony fics so I hope you like it. Everyone thank @alphaandromedae97 and an anon for this fic. 

Hope yall enjoy!

Your life was complicated. 

How can it not be when Tony “billionaire playboy” Stark is your step dad. 

Yes you read that right, step dad. It’s funny really, turns out he has a thing for waitresses that aren’t interested in him at first. That waitress being your mom.

They met when she was working a shift at the restaurant she works at, and he came in with Avengers. He expected her to fall at their feet like everyone else did, but she just scoffed and asked for their order. Pretty epic. 

Then one long montage later, and they ended up getting married. You were happy for your mom, of course. Deep down, Tony is a good man and you knew he’d do anything for your mom. And he’s always been nice to you, making sure you were okay with him proposing and then you moving upstate with him and your mom. He always made sure you felt included, maybe a little too much. He actually took interest in your life, which you’ll always appreciate. 

But you were a total daddy's girl by heart. You always felt like you had a close relationship with your biological father. He was a good dad, he took you out to movies, went to recitals, and always made sure to take you to the father-daughter dance your school district put on every year. It was your tradition. But after your parents divorced a few years ago, it seemed like he was getting more and more distant from you. He stopped calling as much, would skip out on your days to visit him and when you did visit, he’d lock himself in his office, claiming he had to finish some paperwork. It broke your heart, knowing that a man you were so close with, seems to be detaching himself from your life. But, in his defence he always managed to take you to the father-daughter dance. He always did. No matter how long the both of you went without seeing each other, no matter how long you haven’t spoken, he always made sure to take you. 

That act alone, reassured you that he did still love you. He was just busy. In fact, you were getting ready to go to the final father-daughter dance, as you were going to graduate this year and therefore you would be too old to attend the next year. This year was especially important to you. You wanted this night to be perfect. 

And you were positive your father would pull through as he has the past years.

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You were filled with excitement as you tried on multiple different dresses. You always liked this part of getting ready, the dress shopping. 

The confidence you feel when you finally found the right dress. The happy feeling you and your mother had, browsing through the dress shop downtown. Tony offered to buy you a custom designer dress, but you couldn’t accept. This was the shop you’ve been going to since you were a little girl, since you went to your very first dance with your dad. Call it nostalgia or tradition, but you couldn’t shop anywhere else. 

“ Hey ma! I think I found the one.” You shout from the dressing room, finally finding your dress after hours of searching. 

“Come out here and let’s see bug” She replies from where shes seated. You take a deep breath, soothing the wrinkles on the dress and walking outside. Your mother gasps as she see the gown. It was beautiful really. It was a glittery, lilac purple floor length dress with spaghetti straps. And it even had pockets! You were absolutely obsessed. Plus, you could probably use it as a prom dress if you really wanted to.

“Oh baby...you look so beautiful...” You mom says, tearing for the millionth time. 

“Ma, are you crying again?!” You laugh, “ Come on, that's the fifth time you’ve cried since we’ve been in the store!”

She laughs with you, sniffling as she wipes her tears,” I’m sorry, but you’re getting so big, it feels like it was only yesterday we were walking in this shop to get your first dress...and now...” She starts to cry again.

You smile softly, understanding what your mom was saying. You were in kindergarten when you first started attending these meetings, now you’re a senior in highschool. 

“Alright, no more crying. It’s a happy day for you. Has your father called texted you when he was going to come pick you up?” Your mom asked wiping her tears.

You frown, “ No, I haven;’t hear from him since two weeks ago when he said he wanted to get lunch.”

You can see your mom roll her eyes in the mirror, “ Mom he’s just busy. I’m sure he’ll call when he can.”

“Oh sure, I just hate that he doesn’t answer you fast enough.”

“I know ma, but he has work” You argue, “ He calls when he can, and that's okay.”

Your mom sighs, knowing that you were stubborn when it comes to your father. 

“ Well, let’s get this wrapped, Tony wants to get lunch and we need to convince him to get something other than shawarma.” 

You roll your eyes, “ God, what’s with that man and shawarma. It’s like his life line or something”

“I know!”

After the two of you buy the dress, you pick up Tony from the HQ. You loved the drive up there,mainly because of the scenery, but also cause you can see Cap running laps outside.

“Hell my love, hey kiddo” Tony greets switching seats with your mom.

‘Hey T” You greet, smiling at the man. 

“Did you find the dress?” He asks, driving away from his place of work and to a restaurant. 

“Yeah! It’s like the one I told you I wanted. I was surprised it was there to be honest.” You reply, “ Mom practically dehydrated herself shopping though.”

“Oh? How many times did she cry this time? Cause she was crying earlier when she was getting read-- OW! Hey I’m driving” He exclaims as your mom swats his arm.

You giggle at their antics, chest warming with the sight of your mom happy again.

“She cried five times while we were shopping. Five!”

“Five? I didn’t know the human body had that much water.”

The two of you chuckled as your mom made an offended noise.

“I hate that the two of you get on so well.” She pouts, “ And excuse me if I’m a little sad my baby is growing up so fast.”

You tune out the rest of their conversation as your phone buzzes. 

Dad

Hey kid, I’m gonna have to meet you at the school tomorrow. I have a meeting that’s gonna run late.

You

Okay daddy, I’ll see you there <3

You frown, your dad always managed to pick you up from the house. He used to take you to eat before the dance. And he always used to take the day off, devoting his time to you.

“ Uh oh, someone's frowning back there.” Tony remarks, “ What’s wrong kiddo, did a character off that show you like die/”

“Uh no, ma do you think you can drop me off at the dance tomorrow? Dad said he has a late meeting and won’t be able to pick me up.”

Your mother makes eye contact with Tony. They both know how your father has been flaking on you and how it breaks your heart that he does. It makes Tony especially mad because it remind him of his childhood. How his father really didn’t pay attention to him unless he was criticizing  his life choices.

“ Hey y/n, I can drop you off if you want.” Tony offers, “ I really don’t mind.”

You smile, “Thanks T.” 

“No problem kid.”

And with that he pulls into the restaurant parking lot. 

As your family is seated, you take a quick look around the restaurant, wanting to see the reactions of the patrons when they realize Tony Stark is in the building. But as you do, you see a man who looks very familiar. But before you can take a closer look your mom interrupts you.

“Y/n, you know it's rude to stare.”

“Oh sorry mom.” 

So you take a seat and continue with your meal. You tune out your mother and Tony’s conversation as you can’t take your mind off of that man. You take a quick glance back while your parents discuss the dessert menu.

That’s when you realize that the man was your father!

You stand up from the table and make your way towards the man. Surprised to see him there because as far as you know, he’s supposed to be in a meeting right now.

“Daddy?” You ask cautiously. The man tenses up before turning to you.

“Y/n? Honey what are you doing here?” You notice he doesn’t make an attempt to get up and hug you. 

And you also notice the second plate of food across from him and a napkin stained with what looked like lipstick.

“Um, T and Ma wanted to grab dinner.. I thought you were at a meeting?”

“This is a five star restaurant, and you just stopped in?” He asks ignoring your question, “ Of course Stark did..”

You wanted to roll your eyes. Everytime your mother was even close to being happy, your dad always found something wrong with the person she was with. But he seemed to have a strong disliking towards Tony for some reason.

“Um right...So you told me you were in a meeting? That’s why I couldn’t come over after dress shopping?”

“Right! A meeting...I’m currently in right now.” He says quickly looking towards the women's bathroom, “ You should go back to your table hon, my boss is really strict”

“Oh right, sorry” You say dejected, “ I’ll see you tomorrow?”

“I wouldn’t miss it for the world.” your dad says with a soft smile, “ I love you Bug.”

You smile at the nickname your parents gave you, “ I love you too pop.” 

And with that you walk off, back to your mother and Tony. You can see they’re trying to hide the fact that they were watching by covering their face with the dessert menus.

“Oh here you are, we got you a tiramisu” Tony says nonchalantly, pushing the dessert towards you.

“Uh huh” You hummed teasingly, “ Dad says hi by the way.” 

“ Oh does he now?” You mom said not convinced, “ That’s nice of him.”

You hummed, mouthful of cake signaling that you were done with the conversation. Your family finished up their meals and signaled for the check. As you were walking out the restaurant, you turned to say goodbye to your dad, only to see his “boss” was back from the restroom.

Only this boss was a 5′3, brunette bombshell in a tight red dress and having her neck kissed by the man you call your father. 

Your stomach felt sick.

“Oh gross, I really didn’t need to see that.” You mutter catching the attention of Tony who was behind you. 

“See what kid?” He asks following your gaze, “Oh. Yikes is that even allowed? I didn’t know your dad was a vampire.”

You snort, “ Oh god T, that's disgusting.” 

He just laughs and pats your head, “ Come on, lets go before your mom yells at us.”

You smile, but you wondered why your dad didn’t tell you that he was on a date. Or that he was even seeing someone?

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Thoughts of your fathers secrets where wiped from your brain as you scrambled to get ready for the dance the next day.

Tony surprised you and your mom with a mani-pedi day at 10am and a hair appointment for you at 1pm. After you had to get shoes for your dress at the mall and then be home by 5pm to get your dress and makeup on, take pictures, and then be out the door by 7pm to take pictures with your dad, then finally be at the dance by 8pm when doors open. 

The whole day you were messaging your dad about how excited you are, getting similar replays back. He pays for you shoes and complements your hair. 

Your heart swells as you think about how hard it was in the beginning of the divorce. But your father always tried his best to spend time with you and made sure you knew he loved you.  

It was hard on you at first, but you appreciate that he tried for you. The fact that he’s been taking you to this dance since you were a little girl is proof enough. You were a little sentimental, this was your last dance after all. 

You smiled looking at yourself in the mirror. You looked beautiful in your dress. Your makeup was done to perfection and you had gotten a silk press in your hair. You felt like a princess.  You heard your mom sniffle.

“Mom, again?” You laugh,turning to face her.

“I’m sorry! You just look so beautiful!” she says with a sad smile, “ God, you grew up so fast bug” 

You roll your eyes, but feel the tears spring to your eyes as well, “ Ma! Stop I can’t ruin my make up” 

You both laugh as you fan your eyes

“You ready?” She asks, “ Tony’s waiting for you in the living room.”

You nod, gathering your things and walking out the door. You let your mom walk down the stairs first. You can hear Tony and you assume Happy in the living room. You finally make it down the stairs. It turns out it was Tony, Happy, and Peter Parker. Your mom was chatting with them and they all had their back turned to you. 

“Ahem.” You clear your throat, catching their attention.

You see Peter stiffen as he gazes at you and mutters a soft “Wow”

You blush, what can you say he’s a cutie.

 Happy gives you a comforting smile.

 And Tony?

He has a soft look on his face, “ Jeez kid, you clean up well.” 

You laugh, “ Better than you old man, what's up with the pants?”

He had on Iron Man pj pants.

“Oh hush.” He laughs, “ You look beautiful kiddo.” 

You look down with a grin.

“Oh pose for some pictures!” You mom says excitedly, “ Go Y/n, by your self first and then with me. Then with Tony.”

You sigh, knowing how long it was gonna take.  

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Finally after three million pictures, your mom and Tony drove you to the school.

“Okay bug, is your dad here?” Your mom asks looking around at the group. 

“Yeah! He should be inside.” You say kissing your mom goodbye and waving to Tony. You show the ticket and waltz in the gym. 

You smile and wave at classmates and parents. These people you’ve known since you were a child and who knew you. You finally got to the table you always sat at woth your dad. 

It was empty.

You frown and look at your phone.

Me

On my way pop!

It said the message was read.

“He must be on  driving” You think to yourself as you sat at the table.

But then twenty minutes passed. Then an hour. then two

You were still there, waiting for your dad to come. You sent five messages and they all remained unopened. 

You looked around the gym, seeing a few parents looking at you with pity in their eyes. You can barely stand it.

You got up and went to the restroom, trying not to cry. and in the restroom you tried calling you father, but you were sent to voicemail. The you finally got a message. 

Dad

“I’m so sorry bug, I can’t make it to the dance. I have a meeting today. :(”

You felt dejected. Humiliated. 

Your father has rearranged visitation days, skipped out on little crimonied and rectitals you’ve had, but this by far was the most disappointing thing he has done. 

He promised multiple times that he’d be here. Never has he ever skipped out on the dance before.  ANd he knew how important this was to you. Thi was your last dance, and he ruined it. 

You let yourself cry. You sobbed as you realized that your father has been distancing himself from you. That your relationship hasn’t been okay for a while. And you just didn’t want to let go.

You sigh as you realize you’ve been in the restroom for a while. You stand up and look at your face. Despite the red eyes and slightly red nose, your make up was pretty much intact.

“Huh at least my setting spray hasn’t let me down.” You say to your self. After a few mintues of calming down, you walk out of the restroom and bump into a figure. 

“Sorry” you mutter about to pass the person. 

“Gee you took a while in there, I told you not to get that coffee kid.” 

You quickly look up and se Tony.

Dressed in a suit, flowers in hand.

“Hey kid.” He says softly

“what..what are you doing here?” You whisper, tears filling your eyes again.

“Well apparently you need an rent a dad, and I happened to be in the neighborhood.” He jokes, then says, “ I’m sorry your dad didn’t come kiddo, and I know I’m not him, and quite frankly I’m glad I’m not. But I do love you like you’re my own, and well...yeah here I am.”

You stay quiet, looking at Tony in wonder. Touched that he did this for you.

“Of course if you just want to leave then we can just get out of here” He rambles nervously, “ But you gotta tell me kid cause I’m kinda freaking out.”

“Can we get ice cream after?” You ask him

“What?”

“After the dance, we should go get ice cream.” 

“Uh sure?” Tony says, “So what do you usually do at these things?” 

You laugh and steer him to the tables where they have all the activities at. You actually have more fun with him than you had recently wit your dad. Tony is definitely more competitive than your father and treats every game as a challenge. Not like something he’s humoring just for his kid. He celebrates with you instead of telling you to calm down. He chats with the adults, is nice to the kids, and does the goofy dances with you. Seeing Iron Man do the chicken dance is something you didn’t know you needed till now. He managed to turn this horrible night to one of the best ones you’ve had in quite a while. 

Finally the father daughter dance started to signal the end of the dance. Tony bowed dramatically and said in a horrible british accent, “ Lady Y/n?”

You laugh and make your way to the dance floor. You’re both quiet for a bit, snorting at how serious the other dads and their daughters look.

“Hey T?” You say softly, looking at the ground.

“Yeah kid?” 

“Thank you. It’s nice to know that one of my dad's isn’t a total asshole.” You say. knowing that this is the first time you referred to Tony as your dad.

His eyes get misty as he clears his throat,

“Anytime, bug”

[pleasantanathema]

A Little Taste

Pairing: Step-dad Erwin x Fem!Reader

Rating: Explicit (18+ Only)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: Pseudo incest (step-dad/step-daughter), Daddy Kink, Dirty Talk, Fingering, Choking (on fingers and hand around throat), Secret Relationship

A/N: This is what Erwin brain rot and a too-long shower leads to. Please heed the warnings.

          Erwin was a commander in every sense, you could feel it in his stride, in the way he held himself, so real and full against the border of his composure. He was golden, muted power, even in the moments of silence you spent together— drinking in his study when you visited home for Christmas break, sitting in the breakfast nook in the early morning light as he read the paper and you perused books without actually reading them.

           Sometimes it made you sick to your stomach that you couldn’t stop staring, couldn’t stop thinking about your step-dad, but other times it brought you a silent thrill, made your chest burn with excitement, especially when you caught him looking back at you. Brilliant blue eyes were always waiting for your first move. That’s how the game worked. The initiating step had to be made by you; you had to show your willingness, your need for him, then he would take over.

          He was always so calm and in control, someone who changed the atmosphere whenever he drew near. But whenever you moved closer, you could see the softness in his eyes, felt the quietness between his fingers as they wrapped around your throat. He was a gentle lion, shy and soundless before the press of your lips would stir and rouse him into something more dangerous.

          You could still remember the first time you fucked him.

          Alone in his study, your mom hundreds of miles away on an impromptu business trip, and you asked him for a sip of the dark, amber colored liquor that sloshed in his glass. You immodestly draped yourself on his knee, short dress pooling around your hips to expose smooth thighs. He was eager to appease you, full lips curving into a smirk at your boldness.

          His long, thick fingers dipped into the drink, coating them in the expensive whiskey.

           “Have a taste.”

          He slipped his digits into your awaiting mouth, eyes watching your every move as you sucked the burning alcohol from his skin. He pressed down against your tongue, groaned as you swallowed around him and your heated lips slid along his knuckles.

          You thought it would be simple, just a little taste of something you weren’t supposed to have.

          But simplicity wasn’t enough for your selfish step-father.

          He placed his spit-slick fingers between your legs, pulling you deeper into his lap as pushed your panties to the side and curled his fingers inside you.

          “You’ve always been such a good girl,” your hands were sinking into his blonde undercut as you whimpered for him, “you always do exactly as you’re told, don’t you? I raised you that way.”

          He wasn’t wrong. He came into your life your first year of college, sweeping your mother off her feet with his handsome features and the promising wallet of a high-rise CEO. You weren’t beyond the age of raising, however, and Erwin took his time teaching you how to behave for formal dinners, took his time teaching you how to be the perfect little lady with etiquette books and trips to lavish department stores.

          “Yes, daddy,” you whispered. He used to hate when you called him that, said it made you sound childish. But as his other hand wrapped around your throat, keeping your chin tilted toward his face so he could watch you come undone, you could feel his cock hardening at the moniker.

          “You look so pretty like this, darling, take my fingers so well,” he knew you liked the praise, could feel your pulse pounding against his palm at the words.

          “I-I want you…” you mewled when his strong thumb began to circle your wet clit.

          “Want me to do what? Use your words like I taught you.”

          You were rocking in his lap, pressing yourself down his hand as you chased your high. Slick was running down your thighs. The noises were lewd, wet, the sound of fingers plunging into a too-willing cunt.

          “Want you to fuck me, wanna feel you inside me.”

          Your hands were trailing down his chest, fingertips stumbling as you pulled at the buttons of his dress shirt.

          “You can have me if you can take me.”

          You realized what he meant when he leaned back in the leather chair, allowing you to unbuckle his belt and pull his cock from his slacks. His cock was fat, long, hot blood thumping beneath silken skin and thick veins. It was pretty, weeping with pre-cum and flushed pink at the flared tip. You couldn’t help but to touch him, moaning as the fingers inside of you suddenly didn’t feel like enough.

          It dawned on you that he was just as needy for you as you were him.

          Erwin pulled his hand from between you drenched thighs as you straddled him, bringing his sticky fingers back to your lips. You took them in, tongue lapping at the bittersweet taste of you on your daddy’s fingers.

          “How’s that taste?”

          You closed your eyes as he greedily pressed his fingers down your throat.

          “ ‘s good,” you murmured with your stuffed mouth, lips closing tighter as his cockhead brushed between your slick folds.

          “Keep them in there and keep quiet. Can’t have the whole neighborhood hearing you scream for me.”

          Heat raced to your cheeks at his words and at the burn of his cock pressing into you. Your walls were tight around him, his pumping veins molding to your insides. One of your hands pressed against his exposed chest for balance as he started to thrust, your panties softly cutting into the fat of your thighs as he spread you. You were still slipping down his cock, body unsure if it could take all of his length. But, of course, you were a good girl for him, eventually taking every inch of him in so he could bottom out inside of you.

          You weren’t sure how long you were moaning around his fingers, lingering notes of slick and whiskey painting your tongue. Time was inconsequential as he took you, other hand secured at your hip so he could bounce and move you how he wanted.

          It felt so good to be used by him, to hear him grunting below you, to feel the sheen of sweat building on his chest.

          “So good,” he groaned, “so fucking good for me.”

          His balls were slapping against your tender ass cheeks, his damp slacks sliding against your thighs, the blonde curls at the base of his cock kissing against your swollen clit.

          You wanted to remember this moment forever, wanted it to burn and sear against your thoughts like a polaroid in a dark room.

          “Daddy,” the name was a muffled sound in your mouth, reverberating down his fingers and forearm.

          “Daddy’s gonna cum inside you, darling,” your lashes fluttered open at his confession, and your chest tightened at the sight of his normally perfect hair falling against his forehead, his cheekbones stained pink with lust. He was as undone as you were, his jaw flexing and eyebrows pressed together as he took what he wanted from your body.

          “Please,” you begged, spit drooling from the sides of your mouth as you moaned uncontrollably with every plunge of his cock spreading your pussy apart, “pleasepleaseplease.”

          He knew what you were pleading for. You wanted to cum with him, didn’t want to be left behind as you both barreled down the path of no return.

          Erwin slowly broke you apart as he swirled his thumb over your clit, a purposeful, brutish pace that matched the cock skimming along your gummy walls. But he was becoming just as unhinged as your cunt sucked him in more and more, your belly clenching as you got pulled closer and closer to ecstasy.

          “Come on, cream on my cock, baby, cum for me, cum for daddy.”

          You almost gagged yourself on his fingers as your head fell forward from the forcefulness of your orgasm. You screamed around his skin, felt his knuckles against your teeth as you held back tears. It all felt too hot, too fast, like he’d stretched you like a rubber band and snapped you back together. Your belly was tensing over and over again, shocks of pleasure racing down to your toes, making your fingers curl against the downy hairs of his chest.

          Erwin came soon after you, holding a growl back in his throat as he buried his seed into your depths. Some part of you hoped that he came just from seeing what he’d done to you. You dreamed that he reached the point of euphoria just from watching you cum, watching you cry and shake for your daddy in his lap, his cock stuffed so deep in your pussy that he could feel your heart beating.

          When he pulled out of you, he quickly pushed your panties back into place, two fingers patting against your abused clit.

          “Don’t lose a drop of my cum, darling. I want to feel it inside you next time I fuck you.”

          That first fuck was just the first move, just the first taste.

          Every time you visited home from college, Erwin found a way to take you. Some nights were quick and hasty, the two of you fighting against time so you wouldn’t be caught. Asking you to help him find something in his car, only to have you back in his lap with his massive hand over your mouth. Following you after you said goodnight, only to press you against the shower wall and have you praying that the heavy sound of water against the tiles covered the sounds of you whimpering for your daddy.

          There was a time he was bold enough to slide his hand up your skirt at a family dinner after you playfully pulled at his pant leg under the table. Your moans bubbled into the wine glass that you nursed, thighs clenching around his wrist.

          Erwin was relentless whenever you released him, whenever you made that first step and teased him, asked him for more cum, touched him when no one was looking.

          Your favorite moments were when you could find him alone, run your hot tongue along the shell of his ear and tell him how good you’ve been for him. How you think of him when you’re away from him, how you imagine that your hands are his when you touch yourself during the witching hours of night. Sometimes he would strip you and lay you naked across his desk so you could show him exactly how you make yourself scream when you’re alone.

          Sometimes he would leave you with things to remember him by. He’d suck a bruise in the shape of his mouth on your breast, leave nail marks along your thighs, smack a scorching handprint into your ass cheek that you’d feel for days on end.

          He once had you filled with shame as he pounded you into the bed he shared with your mother. With his back pressed against yours, his hand back around your throat where it belonged, he whispered promises that couldn’t be kept.

          “I’m yours, darling, just like you’re mine.”

          Your ears burned with the vows as your pussy spread to take him in deeper, harder.

          “I’ll fuck you even after you get married, my little girl will always be mine.”

          Affirmations would tumble out your open mouth, little whines of yes daddy and I’m yours.

          But you knew one day the game would end. Someone would find the pieces, someone would hear you, see you, catch you, but the thrill of it had you cumming even harder whenever daddy decided to play with you.

[changminurheart]

and the night was made for loving. ( sohn youngjae )

you love in secrecy, shy hidden glances that last longer than they should. kisses that burn on your lips and in memory for a lifetime, but eric is not yours to love during the day

part of the ‘reveal yourself” collab hosted by @jjyusmile in honour of tbz’s fourth anniversay, this is what it feels like to love a man that’s never been yours, sohn youngjae.

genres : angst. fluff. childhood best friends to lovers to not, secret romance. honestly, no warnings.

pairing: the boyz eric x gender neutral reader (if you do spot any pronouns that are possibly female please let me know so i can change bits of it)

the first warning comes when you’re six.

six years old when you can just about spell each other’s names, signing his off with a heart using your extra special pink gel pen. pink was his favourite colour he told you. pink because your sweater is pink, the flowers that bloom in his garden you play in on sundays are pink, because he saw in a book a pink soccer ball he’s always wanted.

at six your hearts are pink and young, clear of any ugly purple bruises or cracks of heartbreak. just a tiny ache when he builds the confidence to march up to your table at recess. tiny fists bunched at his sides with brows furrowed in a pretty knot.

“you didn’t come over to play on sunday,” the pout on his pink lips is enormous, probably as big as his eyes that held your six year old’s world.

“you didn’t come over to play on sunday,” the pout on his pink lips is enormous, probably as big as his eyes that held your six year old’s world.

you bite your lip nervously but then shrug, cardigan slightly slipping off your shoulders. “dad said i couldn’t,” that last word is a little hard for you to pronounce but your heart swells with pride once it leaves your mouth when you let out another breath. your beam blinds eric and distracts him for a moment, anger vanishing in thin air and all he can see is pink again.

“come over next week?” his voice is tiny but demands all your attention. you play a finger on your chin cutely to contemplate on how you could possibly ask your parents to play with the boy they’ve said no to countless times but you nod nonetheless. he uses his eyes that hold the stars captive to make a memory of your smile that holds the sun, locking this secret promise of a moment away forever.

“okay,” he whispers, suddenly shy that a pink blush dusts over his honey cheekbones. he pauses, almost thinking before running his tongue over his rosy lips. you look up at him, questioning look knotted in your forehead creases and he swipes the sheet you’ve written his name on with your precious gel pen that cost you the past two week’s pocket money to get. your protests fill the air with a laughter that bubbles in his chest, he runs with however far his little legs can carry him. lungs heaving with love as you break out into giggles when he almost trips on his own two feet, focus lost in that moment as he let his eyes wander over to you again.

he presses a soft kiss to his thumb and index before crossing them over in a soft finger heart. he throws it in your direction, actions forming the unspoken words that have become your own language.

i’ll wait for you, the tiny heart says. and you nod, returning one back at him with a smile so much bigger before the bell breaks through the air and he makes a dash for his desk- afraid of the scolding mr. lee will give him.

sunday comes with a tantrum, bawls and threat to tell your teachers you were being neglected from attention. your body is hunched in the corner as you cry, you hear your mother bargain with your father but the words are final. you’re not allowed to see sohn youngjae, the boy across the street. but he’s not just the boy across the street; he’s your best friend, the boy who blooms your flower path and no one in the big wide world could stop you from ever being his friend. rage fills your tiny body, heart bigger than your brain and you decide at nightfall the plan will begin.

moonlight rests in the sky, like you should be in bed. but you’re lying in eric’s arms that feel like light. hidden in his treehouse under a mess of blankets and tangled limbs, you sleep soundly unaware of the panic your runaway scheme has caused. but you don’t mind, turning over and forcing your eyes shut. they can’t scold you if you’re sleeping, they can’t take you away is eric holds you tight enough and so you bury your neck further in his neck- eric sohn and sleep hugging you close.

you’re six and you’re only a fraction of your parent’s age and wisdom of the big wide world, but you do know this; you won’t ever have to wait for sohn youngjae because he’ll always be by your side.

ten years later you’re both sixteen and nothing has changed since you were six except now you can feel the butterflies that swirl in your stomach and the teenage love that thumps in your chest.

it’s just a crush, you tell yourself. it’s normal to have feelings in this life- would you call it love? maybe not yet. you do know that you feel ever so warm when he drags you along to the arcade and you want to curl inside the house all day instead, when he has your cafe order memorised for the free period on friday that begins at two, when he ties your hair back in a little scrunchie he keeps on his wrist so its out of your way just as you like. you feel warm because he seems to know every little thing about you.

it’s just a crush, you remind yourself when you’re walking side by side, hands knocking every once in a while. your hands want to reach out and hold his so bad. you’re millimetres apart but he’s worlds away from you.

until you feel the softness of his pinkie interlocking with yours; a silent promise when the leaves serve as background music to your walk home. you look to him from under your long fluttering eyelashes but he’s looking away to combat that blush; red hues dancing up his ears already. your heart smiles.

it’s just a crush, your young sixteen year old mind still whispers but the beating of your blood pumping organ wipes that thought clean.

he’s just your eric.

you’re nineteen and past the hesitating hearts. now you comfortably grab his hands, pressing your lips to his knuckles as he watches you in awe.

you’re giggling into his neck and he has you up against the wall of this alley.

“youngjae,” you whisper at the nonexistent distance between you two. he’s a whole head taller and is stargazing in your orbs, head gently nudging and prodding you to continue whilst his lips busy themselves at your neck.

“jae they’ll see us,” you whisper harshly, the thrill of hiding your forbidden love was not as exciting as you had initially thought it would be.

sometimes you live for nights like tonight, the heavy hues of dark ash that paint the sky, a sea of stars that illuminate his cheekbones that you trace your fingers over. the sneaking out the house and into his car, slow kissing at red lights with his lips melting over yours till the cars behind grow impatient and honks break you apart. its the hoodie of his you wear to hide the purple paint on your bodies, wide grins flashing in secrecy- pure excitement from seeing him and only him. he was yours and no one had a single clue in the world. at least, in your world.

but there’s also nights like tonight. the ugly darkness that camouflage your dancing demons. the sly snarl of his lips as they attack yours. you don’t want anyone to see you but he’s hoping to god someone will. just anyone will so they’d know you were his. you’re engulfed in his warmth, a sky of stars above and he’s the brightest one in front of you; hugging you close and you wish upon him that this moment could last forever.

but it can’t, there’s no way it could. “jae,” you break apart and take a step back from him and his hands loosen themselves slightly around your waist.

“what?” his tone’s a bit rough, he’s annoyed with brows creased and body on fire.

“they’ll see us,” your eyes soften and you let your whisper sink into the growing coldness of the night.

“would that be such a bad thing?” he leans his forehead across yours. “we’re not kids anymore,” a secret into your hair.

“you know its not that,” your palms are lied flat on his chest and you hold him slowly.

“then what is it?” his eyes desperately search for answers that die on the tip of your tongue, all you can taste is salt. it’s bitter.

don’t make me say it you beg, please don’t make me say it.

“we just can’t,” you settle for and your voice breaks, the pupils in your eyes shake and suddenly you feel so damn small, the world out there is just way bigger than the two of you.

you knew your parents would never accept him and you could never accept that. he was bold and brave and beautiful. he was warmth and light, the smartest boy you ever knew; dreams that could take him worlds away from you but he’s always stayed. but your parents pay your rent, you live under their roof in their town along their rules. you may be eric’s lover but first you’ll always be their child and as much as you’d give up everything for eric- you don’t have it in you to walk away from your family.

“i’ll go in right now,” he blinks away stray tears and the tongue in his mouth threatens to break through the inside of his cheek, pressing hard against the flesh. “i’ll go in there right now and tell them we deserve to be together,” his voice raises volumes you could never reach and your eyes widen in panic, hands grasping his arms and falling heart.

“jae you can’t no,” you plead, “please don’t,” the tears spill from your eyes and you throw your body to block the pathway.

“move,” he mutters quietly, “i need you to move.”

“i need you to stop,” you shout. you hate being painted as the villain, as the one who always to bring you both back to reality but you only do it because you know he never will. eric still thinks you’re young, you’re sixteen and he can race you home and demand a victory kiss. he still thinks he can sneak you out of your house to the new dessert parlour on fifth. he still thinks he can protect you from the world.

but he can’t because he’s not a superhero, he’s just sohn youngjae, your lover in the night.

“you never want to fight for us,” he yells out and a large part of him hates how bad he wanted someone to see your skin on his in the alley but those secrets are saved, not like the way his heart screams on the streets and everyone can see.

“it’s not about fighting eric, there’s things bigger than us both,” you reason, the cold of the night bites at your exposed skin but at this point you’re completely numb. “please don’t go in there,” you beg.

you can already picture it, you in the middle of a game of tug and war. your parents will scold you, scold him and remind him that hed never be enough for their child and he’d stand there, you’d stand in front of him- a broken shield and carry the burden for you both but you knew you couldn’t carry that burden with you out that door.

“why can’t it be me?” his eyebrows flail and his head shakes, thoughts tossing and turning the way you will tonight in your empty bed.

“eric it is you for me,” you take a step forward and he takes another back. for the first time in his life eric just wants to get as far away from you and your twisted family as possible; far away from the scrutiny, the insecurities and the love that has always been a make-believe lie.

“jae!” you call out, but its no use his body is disappearing into his car and down the moonlit alley. a slam of the door and a slam of your heart against your ribs. “jae, come back baby let’s talk it out!” you run after the diminishing car until you’re completely alone with the darkness wrapping around you.

you walk the block over till you get to your house. it’s only a house. because sohn youngjae will always be your home.

your kdrama moment in the street blew over in two weeks of radio silence, like these arguements usually do. he’s like a broken record trapped in this routine when he turns up at your door when he knows your parents aren’t in, cursing himself for having to detail schedules of when he can come over.

“can we talk?” diffuses into a long hug where “i can’t lose my best friend” fills the warm air. he stays a little longer, holding you as you drift on his arms. the air may be warm but it’s unsettling, wraps around his entire body like a weight above him.

it’s the realisation of what ifs that will always remain what ifs. its the way you’re so close to him but he feels like he’s holding you by a thread and you’re slipping through his fingers.

“hey,” he whispers, throat as tight as your legs tangled together in the crisp white sheets of the hotel room a night of loving behind closed doors again in this destructive cycle- why did it feel like he was the only one breaking?

“yeah,” you look up at him, his phone is dangling in his hands- eyes no longer boring into the white glare of his screen but rather on you. the stars in his eyes are no longer you galaxy but a broken constellation of his ragged thoughts. he doesn’t speak for several moments, lips unable to form the words of his cracked heart, the bruises of purple on the flushing red.

“you were right,” another whisper and it doesn’t take long for you to realise the meaning behind his words. you want to cry again, tears that might make him stay but you’ve both cried enough and you sigh, a sign of giving up and eric doesn’t know whether he’s hurt or glad that you’re not fighting for him anymore.

“we can’t carry on like this can we?” he licks his lips and you sit up in the bed, creating a gap between you both. your hand still reaches out to cup his cheek and he lets it stay there- your love has always been lingering, never truly there.

you shake your head softly and press your foreheads together. “i’m sorry,” your mumble reaches his ears and he closes his eyes to savour his last moments of affection with you.

“i’m not sorry for loving you,” he clears his throat. “i don’t regret it one bit. i’m sorry for not being the man you felt like you could bring home, the one you had to hide from daylight, the one who couldn’t give you what you deserve.” he hesitates for a moment at your pondering silence, glitter dripping from your eyes and you stutter out the tears. he comforts you with the gentlest shush and holds your hands ever so softly.

he presses his lips to your temple- fleeting the kiss is. like this moment may seem but he knows it’ll last forever burning in his mind.

“i love you,” you squeeze your eyelids shut.

“i know you do,” he smiles “and that’s enough for me, love.”

and it’s true, eric sohn may have lost you as his lover, but he could never lose you as his best friend.

a year later . . .

he watches as you walk down the steps of your house- the house that’s always haunted him, never once feeling the ounce of love personally but that had somehow blossomed you into the beautiful flower you are.

he also watches the way choi chanhee walks with his hand tight in yours; a sweet promise of a love in the light. his pink lips press to your knuckles where the sparkling diamond sits and he watches how you giggle with delight, cupid brow stretched into the prettiest smile he’s had the fortune to love and live for.

your eyes falter as they cast over at him and eric smiles, waving you off and telling you to go ahead without him. you bite your lip gently the memories that will forever live through polaroids, hotel rooms on a sunday morning and only the moon who will ever know the truth of your shortlived secret romance.

eric watches as you go hesitantly go ahead, it was bound to happen anyway but when your eyes meet again he kisses his thumb and his index again and crossing it in a soft heart and throws it in your direction gently.

i’ll wait for you, it says. i’ll always wait for you.

minnie’s note ; honestly this is queued and idk when i set the date or time for (?) but take this as a present whilst i disappear for a little while (ive already gone hehehe) but i did try to make the reader as gender neutral and inclusive as possible? (i tried focusing on the emotions rather than the people? if that makes sense)

also !! genre was fluff but idk why this turned out to be kinda sad but if you ask me the start and ending is the fluff okay omg

i honestly am not even happy with this tbh i was running out of time (there was a month left but this month is full of exams so i dont have time to write ??) so i rushed this all out and wrote it in a day which i do personally regret bc i wish i couldve put more effort in to write it better but yeah ig this is it, love it please and love me lots mwah bye bye see u soon !! <33

[shorkbrian]

Man I am so freaking horny

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You don’t understand why you feel so flushed and warm the longer dinner goes on. Thighs almost trembling with how they’re twitching as you struggle not to rub them together to stimulate your dick. Mom and dad and Kiri are all here with you - you weren’t going to touch yourself in front of them no matter how hard you got.

But you also couldn’t get up and go take care of your problem in the bathroom, they’d see your little cock pressing against your basketball shorts, begging for attention. They might even see the way it throbs as it fills even more full with blood, hot to the touch and begging for attention.

You’ll have to wait for mom and dad to finish, for Kiri to finish. 

“We’ll clean up, won’t we bro?” A boisterous voice breaks into your thoughts of how it’ll feel when you can finally touch yourself later, and you flush deeply as you bring your attention back to the conversation.

“Um...” Is there a way for you to get out of cleaning? You don’t know how much longer you’ll be able to stand keeping your hands away from your lap. You’ve started sweating. Hopefully nobody will notice.

“Yeah, we’ll clean while you and dad go start that movie you’ve been talking about. We don’t mind.” Kirishima smiles when your unfocused gaze finds him across from you at the table.

Mom and dad take so long leaving, chatting about this and that and the other, dad taking so long to chew, the pair of them deciding to suddenly break out wine to take to the living room with them.

Kirishima’s already up and moving around the table, gathering plates and cups as he slowly begins to clear it off.

The second dad and mom disappear through the doorway, you make a break for it.

“I’ll be right back, gotta go use the bathro-” The napkin you have clutched against your front is tugged away, Kirishima suddenly so much closer than he was before. 

“Look at how hard you are, that’s so cute.”

“Wha-Kir-Hey!” A yelp escapes your throat as your stepbrother reaches into your shorts, followed by a low groan as his hand makes contact with your swollen cock. Fuck, your hips twitch forward as soon as you feel his fingers.

“Boys! No fighting!” 

Slitted red eyes are focused on your face, watching you close your eyes and pant as the redhead starts to slowly stroke you, up and down, thumbing over your tip, chuckling a little. “Yeah, no fighting. Just let that shit flow through your system. It’s workin’ real nice so far.”

Did he.... did he drug you?

Maybe that’s why your skin is so hot. Why you don’t mind your stepbrother’s hands working over your cock. Why your hips keep humping forward, why you’re falling against him until he practically has to hold you up as he chuckles darkly.

“C’mere.” You feel like whining when his hand retracts from your shorts, leaving you with a hard-on that almost hurt, but then he’s tugging you forward, pushing your shoulder so you’ll bend over the table.

You don’t want to bend over the table, you want him to keep touching you.

But everything’s so foggy, and you’re so weak compared to the beast that is Kirishima - it’s easy for him to manhandle you into place and pull your shorts down to your knees.

Hands cup your balls and you gasp, melting into the touch as the hand travels upward to pull your dick so it’s no longer trapped between your stomach and the table top. Now it’s pressing against the edge of the table, heavy and flushed between your legs and you’re struggling not to wiggle - you want to cum.

You want to cum so bad that it no longer feels like a want, it feels like a need.

“Kiri, kiri please.”  Everything’s burning hot, and you’re going to cry if he doesn’t touch you again, you need to cum so bad you’re humping the table like a stupid mutt, dirtying mom’s tablecloth.

“God, that’s so hot.” And then Kirishima wraps a hand around your dick, and starts jacking you off with intent.

He’s got a solid rhythm, hard and fast and you can’t stop the ragged little pants coming from your mouth, the raspy, tiny moans you can’t keep inside as you writhe. He’s going so fast, you’re gonna cum, oh, fuck, you’re gonna cumfeelssogoodkiri-!

Kirishima pulls your orgasm from you so fast that it leaves you lightheaded, arousal still pulsing through your stomach even as you shoot your load onto your basketball shorts, where your stepbrother is pointing your dick.

His other hand starts playing with your balls. 

“That was fast. ‘S okay though, this little guy-” Here he flicks at your exposed tip, and you sag against the table with a flinch, knees knocking together. “Won’t be going down anytime soon. We’ll have all night.”

The sound of an exaggerated explosion floats in from the living room, followed by gunfire. The reminder that mom and dad are barely a room away makes you bite your lip, eyes squeezing shut even as you start humping against your brothers hand again.

“What did you-what did you do to me?” And you sound so pathetic, like a child, but you can’t help the way you’re whining. His hand feels so good, not doing anything but rubbing idly at your cock, other hand fondling your balls.

Kirishima leans over you, licks at your ear. He’s hard, you can feel him against the side of your ass, erection prominent through his jeans. “I’ll fuck you in front of mom and dad, wouldn’t that be so hot? I’ll tuck you under a blanket and finger you open while we watch that movie with them, and then when you’re all stretched out? I’ll pull you onto my lap and start grinding into you real slow, slow enough so that they won’t notice.”

No, oh no - he’s wrapping his fingers around you fully again, starting to squeeze at your cock.

“I’ll show you how to cum without touching your dick. Won’t be able to give you a handie with our parents right there, y’know? But ‘s okay, I’ll find the right angle and rub against your prostate and crush it, milk you real good.”

Your hips stuttered forward and you whimpered, clawing at the table. You couldn’t control yourself, entirely subject to the whims of your overly-aroused body.

Kiri huffed out a laugh at your desperation.

“First though, you’re gonna blow me while I’m doing the dishes, alright? You can touch yourself as much as you want to while you do though, I don’t mind a little show. You like jerkin’ yourself off real fast? You came so fast the first time.”

One, two, three, four quick strokes of Kiri’s hand left you reeling, choking on air as pleasure dropped into your tummy like a rock. 

“Or you like it slower? Build yourself up to it for a while?”

Your brother slowed his pace, fully relishing the slick, wet sounds his hand was creating as he leisurely fisted your dick.

“Wait, ‘m gonna-gonna-” You tried to babble out a warning, but it was too late.

But Kirishima stroked you through it, rubbing the tip and giving it extra attention just to see you writhe that much more before his hands finally left your body.

You felt like you could barely breathe.

Kiri reached down, pulled up your shorts for you and snapped the waistband against your skin, completely oblivious (Or did he do this on purpose?) to the fact that your cum was pooled on the inside, wet and gross against your skin.

“I guess you like both, but hey, I don’t judge. You look so hot when you’re cumming though, all shaky and desperate and cute like that.” The praise made your ears heat up with shame.

“Grab the dishes off the table on your way into the kitchen, okay? Mom and dad won’t like it if we slack off.”

In a daze, you simply did as you were told, picking up the dishes before slowly following beside Kirishima.

He smiled down at you, shark teeth on display. 

Kirishima was a pervert.

[sukirichi]

pink hearts

You only ever wanted a job as a babysitter to make ends meet – falling in love was out of the equation – but with the magic presented right in front of you, you weren’t going to push it away.

PAIRINGS. itadori jin x reader

WC. 10.7k+

NOTES. this fic is purely self indulgent, not requested, i wrote this for me so reader is mostly...well, me. okay listen I KNOW toji is the choice dilf but PLEASE daddy jin has my heart and i’m so soft for him like you guys don’t understand. this is my comfort fic now and jin’s made his way on my comfort character list, give this amazing man a chance, he’s amazing and so kind eeeee my heart is going to burst i love him so much lol + oh this is unedited as usual

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The pink-haired man sat across from you, setting down the tray of two coffee mugs on the coffee table before you. He was of regular build, mostly on the lanky side, and his kind eyes peered behind glasses as he smiled at you. “So you’re the babysitter Mr. Gojo recommended?”

You stared at him. Shamelessly. 

Suddenly, your initial plan of impressing your employer by wearing a tight pencil skirt and an old white blouse after the assumption that they would be prissy and had way too much money on their hands felt useless. 

This guy wore a cream sweatshirt and black slacks, clearly happy and comfortable in his own home.

Upon being the subject of your stare, he only smiled awkwardly, clasping his hands in front of himself as he cleared his throat to let you speak.

“Oh!” you suddenly sat up straight, “Yes, yes I am. I’m sorry for staring. I just think you’d be this...young.” And modest.

“I understand. You’re in university, correct?” you nodded, leaning back in his seat, hand scratching the back of his head. His cheeks tinged a slight pink. “And you’re a close friend of Satoru’s, well...It’s not that I don’t trust his judgment or anything, but it’s my first time being a parent – and I’m a single dad, at that – so I hope you don’t mind that I’d like to see how you get along with my son first before I hire you.”

“Oh yeah, no, that’s perfectly fine!”

Satisfied with your answer, Mr. Itadori stood up with a bow, silently gesturing you to follow him down his hall. “Is there anything you’re uncomfortable with, or anything you don’t know much about? Changing diapers, giving the teething products, anything?”

“I’m the eldest in the family, four more hellish sun drops following afterwards. I think I’m good.”

He nodded at your answer, a small smile on his face. “That’s good to know. My last babysitter was the same age as you, but he didn’t know much about handling babies. I mean, neither do I, but a man’s got to learn, you know?” he laughed at himself, unaware that with each passing second, pink heart eyes gazed up at him admirably.

When you both reached a door that was left slighty open, Mr. Itadori lit up, bending down in front of a crib where his baby laid, small hands clutching at his feet. “Yuuji, baby, Daddy’s here. Are you ready to meet your babysitter?”

Your jaw dropped when he finally picked his baby up, the little boy clad in a tiger onesie and sucking on a toy. “Oh my gosh, you’re so adorable, come here!” you were more than glad when his dad laughed and gently passed the baby to you, who only gurgled in laughter when you cooed at him. “Oh, I want to spoil you and give you kisses, how are you this cute?” Well, it made sense he was cute, since his dad was as well. Yuuji made grabby hands at you, to which you happily obliged, leaning down so his tiny fingers could pinck your cheeks.

Unable to help it, you rubbed your cheeks on his touch, making the little boy clap his feet together, eyes bright with all the happiness and innocence in this world. You honestly wanted to cry right then and there.

“Your hands are soooo tiny, my goodness, I love you already! It’s so nice to meet you, Yuuji, you’re such an angel!”

“You like kids, huh?”

“Well, not so much with kids because toddlers have too much energy, but babies,” you gasped once you heard Mr. Itadori’s muffled laughter, greeted by the sight of him hiding his mouth behind his palm. Instantly, you smiled at him nervously, clutching the baby closer to yourself because he was so darn cute.

“Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry if I’m being weird right now, I can’t help it! Your son is so precious!”

“Thank you. He’s the greatest blessing of my life too,” he beamed, turning to his baby with that soft look in his eyes that parents wore so well. “Well, it seems Yuuji really likes you. He’s friendly to everyone but...I’m surprised he’s warmed up to you this fast,” Mr. Itadori bent over to poke his cheek, the baby’s tiny hand wrapping around his dad’s finger. “Yuuji~ don’t forget I’m still your dad, okay? She’s the babysitter – she’s not your mom so don’t be too clingy, alright?”

You stiffened at his words, your eyes flickering back and forth between the baby and him. They had the same eye and hair colour, along with that aura of kindness surrounding them...it was hard to imagine what the mother would be like. Was she as bright and adorable too?

If yes, then this was an entire family of pink hearted strawberries!

“If...if it’s not too much to ask, may I ask where his mom is?”

Much to your surprise, his eyes grew forlorn, though the smile remained on his face. “His mom...is in a much happier place now,” was all he said – and it was enough – that you couldn’t dare ask more.

Mr. Itadori walked out of Yuuji’s room and into the kitchen afterwards, eyes squinting over the neat handwriting on a sticky note on his refrigerator. “Okay, so, I don’t know if Satoru’s told you, but I’m an engineer. I usually just work from home, especially now that I’ve got a baby, but there are still days where I have to go the office for presentations and meetings. I can’t guarantee that the babysitting schedule will be permanent – is it alright if I call you whenever?”

“Yeah, yeah, I mean, other than university, I don’t really have anywhere else to go.”

“That’s good to hear! But wouldn’t this job get in the way of your studies?”

You shook your head, subconsciously pressing closer to the baby instead because he was just so warm and wouldn’t stop tugging at your collar. A part of you was also eager to get this job not only for the baby, but Mr. Itadori intrigued you as well. You knew it was wrong but you had to be honest with yourself, hiding this truth for him instead through a shaky smile.

“No, definitely not! I can just take my studies here – if you won’t mind, of course – and I promise I won’t litter or make a mess or anything. During babysitting hours, Yuuji will be more of a priority than my homework, so you don’t have to worry about it.”

Mr. Itadori hummed to himself, rubbing at his chin. “If that’s the case, then I suppose you’re free to use the study at the end of the hall. There’s a baby camera there that lets you see Yuuji in every room, but if he’s asleep, feel free to use it.”

“Oh wow,” you blinked back in surprise, gently rocking a gurgling Yuuji back and forth. “You didn’t have to do that so uhm, thank you, really, I promise I’ll take care of your son very well!”

“I can see why Satoru recommended you now,” he shook his head with a smile, moving over to the litter of dinosaur stickers onto another list. “Here is a list of the things Yuuji likes and doesn’t like. He’s mostly active in the afternoons when I’ll most likely get called for work, and he’s a mess by then. He really likes playing and cuddles, and he’ll also demand to be carried most of the time otherwise he’ll cry,” he paused as his eyes slid over to you, lips pursed in thought. “I know you’ll do great but...don’t spoil my son too much, okay? I just don’t want him to uh...think that you’re his parent or something. Yuuji gets easily attached like that. If he calls you ‘mama’...please tell me about it, okay?”

“Yes, of course. I know my place, don’t worry.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” he raised in hands in surrender as he saw your eyes widen with fear. “Being a single parent is just hard, you know? I can’t help but always feel that maybe I won’t be enough for him, and as much as I can, I’d like to let my son he can rely on me at all times.”

“I think you’re a very great father,” you admitted rather shyly, “Your son is really lucky to have you as his parent. I can tell he’s going to be such a sweetheart.”

“Thank you. That means a lot to me,” he placed a hand over his heart, then pulled out a business card from the back of his pocket. “Now, here’s my number and my work schedules. You don’t have to drop by during weekends since I’m always here, but I might need you every Wednesdays to Fridays. Can I have your class schedule as well? That way I know when’s the right time to text you if I need something,” Reaching into your bag that had a copy of your schedule, you handed it to him, the strawberry-haired man’s lips growing into a smile as he read over the content. “Well, what do you know? You study engineering too? Computer engineering?”

You winced, memories you’d rather not think of again resurfacing. “Please don’t call me a nerd. I’ve heard that enough already.”

“What’s wrong about being a nerd? I’ve always been a nerd too and I think I’m fine,” you swapped numbers after that, not even giving you enough time to recover from his comment. Not that being a nerd was a huge deal, but people always said it weirdly that you dreaded hat word. Hearing it from him though...it felt like a compliment. “Guess that settles it then. I’ll see you soon?”

Heart elated and spirits soaring into the sky that you actually got the job and the employer was a kind man, you nodded with a bright smile on your face. “Yeah, I’ll come by next week! Thank you so much for trusting me!”

“No, thank you for your service,” he responded back shyly, waving to you as you walked out the door. Not a few moments later, Mr. Itadori ran after you, his cheeks flushed pink from the shrot run. “Wait! Can I have my son back?”

Looking down at the baby in your arms who was too busy sucking on his thumb, your cheeks heated, extending your arms as gentle as you could while Mr. Itadori got his son back. He only laughed at your state, waving it off with a shake of his head. “Oh my gosh, I’m so sorry! It just feels so natural to hold him!”

“You’ll be a good mother someday,” he commented almost absentmindedly. Meanwhile, you couldn’t stop bowing and apologizing with each step backwards, too distracted to notice that your heels dug into a small crack. You yelped as you felt the floor slip beneath you, Mr. Itadori’s instincts kicking in when he easily grabbed your wrist to pull you towards him, your foreheads almost knocking one another’s. “Whoa – watch your step. You could’ve fallen seriously there.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Itadori! I’ll try to be more graceful next time,” you bowed repeatedly, still so ashamed as you tugged your skirt down. “Why the hell did I wear heels anyway? It’s not like this is a law firm.”

“Please,” he smiled at you – and you swore in that moment that things were just going to be different – eyes closed and his whole face lit with light heartedness. “Call me Jin,” taking his son’s hands up, he waved the little arm as you walked out the door, still in a light trance of disbelief. “Say bye-bye, Yuuji!”

Even as you made it back to your bus stop, you still couldn’t get your mind off of the strawberry-haired father and son duo. Their home was just so...bright, you immediately felt safe and comfortable.

As your heart fluttered at the memory of Jin smiling at you, you placed a palm over your heart, willing it to calm down. That couldn’t be good, right?

“Earth to Y/N!”

You snapped back to life when your friend slapped you on the arm, smiling at her when she only huffed at your dazed out self again. It wasn’t irregular for you to space out like this, and you were more than thankful she was always there to bring you back to reality before you accidentally crossed a street when the lights were green or something.

“Sorry, what?”

“Do you know how many times we had to drag you away because you keep running into poles?” she rolled her eyes, “Sheesh, how would you survive without us? What are you spacing out for anyway?”

“Nothing, nothing. Just thinking about work and all.”

“Speaking of that, how’d the interview go? Was your employer as strict and condescending as the Zenins? The hell happened to those bastards anyway?” “I bet their child is going to grow up sexist or something.”

At the mention of Jin and his baby, your whole self lit up. “My employer is better this time around. He’s only a few years older than us; like five or seven, I think? He’s really nice too and dude, his baby is so. Freaking. Adorable,” you gushed, mimicking the gesture of rocking a baby around with your arms, eyes filled with heart-shaped characters. “Like a freaking strawberry in my arms! He’s so sweet too!”

“You and your attachment to babies,” she scrunched her nose in disgust – always having had an aversion to anyone younger than her. “I’ll never get it.”

“Babies are the best!”

“Yeah, until they drool and throw up on you,” as if the image procured in her mind, your friend shuddered, rubbing her hands up and down her arm to relieve her goosebumps. “I never want to be a mom.”

“You’ll change your mind once you fall in love with someone who’s amazing enough to make you want to have a family on your own.”

“You talk about that as if you’ve met that someone already!”

“Maybe I have,” you giggled stupidly to yourself. Of course you weren’t thinking about Jin – you just knew deep in your heart you always wanted your own family. Growing up from a large family and getting separated from them, it was uncomfortable to not be surrounded by crying and squealing, which was always accompanied with laughter and kisses at the end of the day. Now who wouldn’t want that? You waved your hand to your friend, trying to hide the apparent gushing behind your voice. “I’m just kidding. I just really love babies.”

“Whatever,” she closed the topic, and you didn’t protest, knowing full well your friend cringed at the mention of babies or children. “So are you coming to our study group tonight?”

“Can’t. Got work,” you shrugged, a light skip in your steps as you both walked to the campus. Thankfully, she mistook your enthusiasm with the excitement of getting to hang out with babies again, which was true, but something about meeting Jin again and possibly getting to know more about the sweet father was a huge cherry on top – one your friend didn’t have to know about.

“Shame. I heard that hot guy from Biology was coming too.”

“Fushiguro Toji? Wasn’t he scouted for the military?”

“Honestly, I’m more surprised he’s not a gangster,” she snorted, “But whatever. Text me when you get home safely, okay? If you don’t text within—”

“Yeah, I know, I know. Text you when I get on the bus stop, text you when I arrive at work, when I leave and when I’ve gotten home otherwise you’re calling the cops to report me missing or abused,” you stood up straight for a mock salute, brows furrowed in faux seriousness. “I know, ma’am. That’s drilled in my head already.”

“I’m serious. The world is a dangerous place!”

“Yes, I’ll text you!”

Wednesdays couldn’t come sooner. But when it did, you were far too excited. You’d never tell anyone you took the extra time to fix your hair and spritz on just a tinge of perfume, not wanting to overwhelm the baby.

You shot up from your seat right after class ended, hair flying in the wind as you bolted to the bus stop. Wiping away the sweat on your forehead and fixing your clothes with a pat of your hand, you took a deep breath, chanting inner mantras that today would be a good at work. You’d be contributing to society by caring for a child that would soon be the light of the future, and you were more than honoured. Clearing your throat, you pressed on the bell, humming to yourself as you heard the light patters of footsteps inside.

“Hey, you’re here!” Jin smiled at you, one you reciprocated wholeheartedly, and he opened the door wider while you took off your shoes.

He was still dressed in his sweatpants and a white shirt, looking utterly domestic and different from your previous employers that would glare at you if you touched their kid without sanitizing your hand twice first. Jin was like a breath of fresh air to you – one you breathed in with glee while you followed him inside.

His house was kept neat and clean, surprising you even more at just how immaculate to detail he could be despite his busy schedule. Was it because he was an adult or a parent now that people his age were just more organized and put together?

Whatever it was, you trailed around Jin like a puppy, eager to learn from his ways.

“I told myself I’d only ask you to come around if I’m away for work but I’m working on a huge project and my client is very demanding. He’s asking me to pass it this week already and he just sent me his plans last night.”

“It’s okay...Jin,” you stuttered over calling him by his first name like that, “You can focus on your work. I’ll take care of everything else.”

“Thank you! Yuuji’s in his room, by the way. He’s just had dinner so he’s still energetic – you can pull up the cartoons and lounge in the living room. He’ll be fine,” he opened his mouth to say something else when his gaze darted to your book bag, eyes widening. “Oh wait, you brought your schoolwork—”

“I’m good! I’ve already finished them during my spare time! I promise you really don’t have anything to worry about!”

“Oh, that’s cool, I guess,” he calmed down at your words, scratching the back of his ear before gesturing to his door. “Well, I’ll be in my room if you need me. I get really occupied and focused though, so just open the door if I don’t open it right away.”

“Noted,” You wasted no time in picking up Yuuji from his crib afterwards. It seemed the little man didn’t quite like being imprisoned like that because he was babbling nonsensically, fists banging on the edges.

Upon seeing you enter his room, Yuuji’s babbles got louder, small chubby arms reaching out to your extended ones. His pacifier fell inside his crib as he pouted at you, and how could you resist? Soon, you were happily nestled onto the couch on the living room, his favourite cartoons playing on the background.

His head swayed side to side as the songs came along, while you watched him with tiny giggles. You wondered if maybe your first day at work would be eventless like this.

You really thought you’d run back and forth doing errands and changing diapers, but that was your old babysitting experience – things were obviously different with Jin and his son.

Yuuji was quiet, but Jin was right, he was clingy. Not an hour later into the show, he crawled to your sides and settled into your lap, tiny hands grabbing at your shirt. He sighed as his cheeks rested on your chest, though his eyes still glossed over the cartoon. You felt like your heart would burst at his affection, and you patted his back gently to lull him to sleep.

Eventually, Yuuji fell asleep. You hadn’t even noticed it was dark out already, the cartoons only playing through loop.

You scooped up Yuuji closer to your arms before shutting the TV off, making sure to be as quiet as you could be while you placed him back on his crib. Smiling at the angel, you patted his hair before leaving the room, knocking on Jin’s door at the end of the hallway instead.

When he didn’t respond after four knocks, you thought he’d fallen asleep until you remembered his note.

Shakily, you twisted the knob open, a small smile on your face when you saw him furiously sketching something on his paper. An empty cup of coffee laid beside his table, eraser shavings everywhere. His room smelled like soft laundry detergent with the faint aroma of white caramel coffee – smooth and sweet like him – and it felt almost wrong to be in such a space that was clearly so intimate of him.

Not wanting to disturb too much, you cleared you peered from behind the door sheepishly. “...Jin? Oh. Hello.”

“Hey,” he blinked at you then rubbed his eyes, staring at you for a solid minute before his mouth formed into an ‘o’ shape. “Is everything okay? Yuuji didn’t destroy something, did he?”

“No, he’s fast asleep. I just came here to say I’ll be going home now. It’s past midnight already.”

“It’s that late?” Jin glanced at his wristwatch and adjusted his glasses, fingers swiping up to retrieve his keys as he wore his coat. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to make you stay this late, and you have school tomorrow too,” he groaned tiredly, though the apologetic smile on his face easily concealed his exhaustion. “I’m really sorry I lost track of time. Come, I’ll drive you home, it’s not safe this dark out.”

“But Jin,” you froze in his hallway, “What about Yuuji?”

“Do you live far from here?”

“No, the dorms are like five minutes away,” Jin pondered about this information, possibly hesitating that maybe it wasn’t his best to leave his son alone. You appreciated the thought, you really did, but you were worried for Yuuji too so you smiled at him, nodding to assure that he didn’t have to. “Jin, it’s okay, I can just take the bus. I’ve been doing that for a long time now and I’m really okay.”

Jin clutched at his keys, the frown on his face evident. “At least let me walk you to the bus stop? So I know you’re safe?”

“Yeah, that’s fine, I guess.”

“Let me just get extra covers for Yuuji. It might be cold tonight,” You waited until he came out with Yuuji warmly bundled up in his arms. The two of you walked side by side, baby Yuuji fast asleep in his arms with his head covered in a small cap. You blushed at the thought that maybe people would think you looked like a family, but before these foolish imaginations could consume you, Jin beat you to it. “I haven’t thanked you properly for today, by the way. Let me make it up to you sometime – you look really tired.”

You flushed deep at his words, shaking your hands in front of you. “Oh no, it’s fine, really! I’m just doing my job.”

“Yes, but caring for someone else’s child – whether you’re paid or not – is still a very selfless act and I can’t thank you enough for it.”

You looked away from how warm his smile was despite the biting chill of the night, turning away to bury your chin in your neck instead. “You really don’t have to do anything. I’m just happy to help.”

“If you insist then,” Jin waved at you as much as he could without waking his son up as you hopped onto the bus, with you watching from the inside. “Get home safely! Text me when you’re home!”

“I will,” you mouthed through the window.

Jin and Yuuji disappeared from your sight after that. All the way back home, the warmth and butterflies swarming your stomach wouldn’t disappear. Even as you flopped on your bed, you still kept tossing and turning, the bright light of your screen glaring at you to just send the darned text already.

Hey...or maybe hello? He’s older though... How do older people even text each other? He wasn’t that much older, but still...it kind of felt inappropriate to address him too casually.

Deciding to just screw it, you pressed backspace and settled for the most boring text, hitting send and flattening on the bed with a groan. Who knew texting someone could be that mind-boggling? Sweat beaded at your forehead as you stared at the plain I’m home, sleep about to take over when your phone buzzed afterwards.

I’m glad to know you’re safe. Sleep well, Y/N.

Looking over at your slumbering roommate, you grabbed a pillow to bite it and muffle your screams, legs flailing beneath you as you read his text over and over again. It wasn’t even that special, but Jin had wished you well – the hardworking and sweet Jin – sending your heart into overdrive.

Your roommate didn’t stir one bit even as you giggled to yourself, punching the bed while you replayed the image of his smile, the feeling of how warm he was walking close to you like that and the sound of his soothing voice that just messed with you on the insides.

God, you had it bad – and yet, why did it feel so good?

Babysitting had never been more fun. Even though the task was no longer new for you, you looked forward to working every single day. Your friends noticed your change in moods, but just downed it to the fact you were generally a cheerful person anyway and didn’t bother asking why, which you were thankful for because it wasn’t easy to admit it out loud you liked Itadori Jin, of all people.

Now that you looked back onto it, he wasn’t that special.

He was definitely the type of guy you easily overlooked in a train, but he would also be the type of guy who wouldn’t hesitate to give up his seat for someone else. It wasn’t like he was utterly interesting too since like you, his life was a bland routine of taking care of babies, working, holing up in his room to create something, drinking coffee as sweet and light as possible, then calling it a day and sleeping with a huge smile on their face, just thankful for another day.

Yes, he was simple. Yes, he might even be boring, but gosh, you had never liked someone so much.

You summed it down to him being kind and loving. Yes, that was all it was. While your friends flocked over to mysterious, dark guys like Fushiguro Toji and his friends, gossiping non-stop on how he supposedly had a hotter younger relative but were a lot shittier than he was, you were different. You were simple.

You liked soft, quiet guys who enjoyed the soft pit-patters of rain, the types of people who spent too much time in the library travelling across galaxies in their seat, and overall, you liked peaceful souls.

Jin was everything you ever admired – stable, simple, kind, affectionate. It was clear from how he was never shy to shower his baby with kisses and feed him with airplane spoons, using a small voice to baby talk his son. Every time you came around, you immediately felt welcomed into their happy home despite the lack of a maternal figure, and you found yourself wanting to be there a lot more often than you should.

It seemed that the heaven heard your prayers when your phone rang. Instinct kicked in, and you grabbed at your blaring phone, eyes wide when you read the contact name.

“Hello? Jin, what’s wrong?” Yuuji was crying in the background, accompanied with his father’s constant shushing and worried cooing.

“H-hi, I’m really sorry to bother you, I know it’s late, it’s just Yuuji won’t stop crying and my neighbours are mad at me because I can’t get him to calm down,” as if on cue, Yuuji only wailed louder. You could hear Jin’s desperate pleas for him to quiet down a little, with you dashing out of your bed and slinging your arms inside your coat. “Could you please come over? I don’t know what to do.”

“I’m on my way,” was all you said before hanging up. Minutes later, you’d entered their apartment thanks to the spare key Jin gave you, heart breaking as Yuuji’s wailings only got louder.

Jin’s shoulders visibly relaxed when you scooped his son into your arms, rocking back and forth as you pressed a palm flat on his forehead. He didn’t seem to be feverish or even warmer than usual, but he was definitely irritated, pushing away at your hands that laid on him.

“Yuuji, baby! What’s wrong, sweetheart? Something hurt anywhere?” you turned to Jin, “Is his diaper full?”

“I just checked, he didn’t poop,” Jin nibbled at his thumbnails, a quirk you didn’t expect he’d have with his seemingly put-together composed self. His son’s crying must’ve really bothered him because Jin wouldn’t stop pacing back and forth, Yuuji’s newly cleaned pacifier clenched between his fingers. “I gave him the teething rings too but he just dumped them to the side.”

Nodding, you tried poking at Yuuji’s stomach. The baby belly that should’ve been squishy was firm against your finger, the imaginary light bulb in your head going off.

“His stomach is a little tight. I think he’s got gas,” you informed Jin with a relieved smile, glad that it wasn’t as serious as you thought it would be. “We need to make him burp,” Patting at Yuuji’s back while Jin gently massaged Yuuji’s belly, prompting the boy to wail louder with his tiny arms banging both your chest, a big burp was finally released.

“Oh my gosh, he’s still crying.”

“It’s okay, Jin, he’ll be fine,” you reassured, smiling wide at baby Yuuji even though he couldn’t focus on you. “That’s right, sweetheart, you’re doing great. Just burp a little more and it won��t hurt so bad. It’s just gas, sweetie, you’re alright. I’ve got you.”

“B-but the neighbours...”

“Don’t mind them,” You didn’t mean for your words to come out harsh, but who could blame you? Yuuji was clearly in distress; the last thing you cared about was pleasing others. “They can plug in earbuds for all I care. Yuuji needs help,” at your words, Jin swallowed, resuming his ministrations of encouraging his son to burp.

Yuuji stilled for a moment before he resumed his crying. This time around, Jin was a lot calmer and focused as his hands rubbed at his son’s stomach. The burps came constant afterwards until Yuuji had enough, turning away from his father and burying his head on your chest. Small hiccups followed, but he’d calmed down, eyes shut tight from the previous discomfort.

“Are you feeling better now, baby? Tummy ache is gone?”

“He’s...not crying anymore...” Jin murmured in disbelief, his hands hovering above Yuuji’s belly.

“He’s still really red, though,” you frowned, hands brushing his bangs away from his forehead. It didn’t take long before Yuuji settled in, thumbs sucked into his mouth. Little whimpers could still be heard from the little guy, though nothing serious happened. You and Jin both sighed in relief. “I think he’s tired from crying. I’m going to go rock him for a bit,” Eyes flitting over to Jin’s face rigged with dark circles, you mustered a chuckle. “How about you, are you okay? You look half-dead,” you joked.

“He was in the crib next to me when he just started wailing out of nowhere,” Jin plopped down onto the sofa, his sweatshirt crinkled and sweatpants loose and comfortable as ever. “I was so scared that maybe something else was wrong.”

“Parenting is both a blessing and a hardship, huh?” you chided in, “Don’t worry. I still think you’re doing an amazing job at being a dad.”

“You’re quite amazing too. You’re a natural at this.”

You shrugged, unable to look Jin in the eye as you continued gently swaying side to side while Yuuji slept in your arms. “My parents were rarely around. They were too busy working to provide for all of us so I acted as the parental figure instead.”

“Your parents are really lucky to have you as a child – reliable and strong.”

“All I ever wanted was to make them proud,” you told him, looking far from the distance as you reminisced your old memories with your family. It felt so far away already – they felt far away – though you knew the love you had for one another still remained. “And I live a good life knowing they passed with no worries. My siblings are doing great, too, though we’ve all parted ways now. Some of them got adopted by our relatives and I’m...I’m here I guess.”

“I’m extremely sorry for your loss,” Jin’s voice was quiet, and when you looked back at him, you saw him smiling into his hands before turning to you, wearing that damned smile that always had your heart doing backflips. “You’re a really strong person, you know?”

Your cheeks flushed at his words. “Thank you. I think it’s all thanks to my parents,” you murmured; that slight pang of pain remained even after their death, though it wasn’t as awful as it used to be. The sting felt a lot calmer now, almost as if time slowly healed your heart back together. “After they passed from the car crash, I just knew I had to be strong for all of us. The pain and the hardship were worth the effort, though. All of us are happy and settled now.”

“That’s the one thing I’m most afraid of,” he confessed, frowning at the peaceful baby in your arms. “That I’ll have to leave my child before he’s ready to face the world by himself. I’m not...I could never be prepared for that.”

“As long as he knows you love him and you always will, I think Yuuji will always find his way in life,” Jin’s eyes widened, something unreadable glimmering behind those pretty eyes that had you feeling too many things all at once. Embarrassment and sudden shyness creeped all the way up to your spine along with exhaustion, and you gestured for him to move aside, heaving as you sat down next to him. “I’m really sleepy.”

“Please, let me hold – oh. He likes you more, I guess.”

You chuckled at his dejected face, the childish pout the exact replication of Yuuji’s. Yuuji refused to be held by his dad, burrowing himself into your warmth instead. “I’ve got a charm when it comes to children.”

“That you do,” he agreed absentmindedly.

Before any of you could realize what was going on, you’d fallen asleep on the couch. Yuuji was still safely nestled between your arms, while Jin’s head was tucked in your shoulder, soft breaths leaving those equally soft lips.

Oddly enough, when you woke up and noticed your current position, none of you found it weird. Jin only laughed at the way drool dried up at the end of your lips, to which you silently scolded him for as to not rouse Yuuji from his sleep. He didn’t move away from his position, eyes flicking over from yours to his son bundled up warmly, a smile tugging up at the ends of his lips.

“Uh... that was a long night.”

“Long night, indeed,” Jin nodded before standing up to stretch, exposing a sliver of smooth skin that made heat rush up to your face. You immediately looked away, heart pounding in your chest as Jin began to rummage through his kitchen. “It’s a Saturday so if you’re free...do you want to stay over for breakfast?”

Something about that night kicked off the start of your...budding friendship with Jin. Yes, that’s exactly what it was, just friendship.

You knew there was no way he could ever see you the way you looked at him; not that you minded. Being in their presence and having Yuuji around was already a blessing itself, the days progressively getting better the more you worked for him.

It had become a routine that Jin would come home, exhaustion lining his eyes before he caught sight of you standing in the living room, reading books out loud while you carried a babbling Yuuji. You would laugh because it felt like Yuuji was trying to have conversation with you, to which you responded with reading terms even you had difficulty pronouncing. He’d only nod and keep saying nonsense, grubby hands reaching for the book you held.

He was so precious that you leaned down to kiss the top of his head every now and then, giggles pouring out from the tiny baby strawberry.

Jin took off his shoes, the happiness bursting through his chest unexplainable upon seeing that his son was happy and safe. Loosening the tie with one hand, he extended his arms wide open, running into your direction. “I’m home!”

“Yuuji, Daddy’s here!”

“How’s my sweet little boy doing?” The smile on Jin’s face was phenomenal and even dramatic as his son finally reached out to him, the babbles only getting louder as his dad peppered his cheeks with kisses. Yuuji still wanted to stay in your arms though, and Jin sighed when his son’s hands went back to grabbing at your book, though the chuckles he let out told you he wasn’t really dismayed about it. “Thank you for looking out for him again. Isn’t your arm tired from carrying him and studying like that?”

“No, I’m good. I’ve got really strong muscles,” you flexed your bicep, “Plus, it’s so comforting to carry an angel like Yuuji around. I feel like I’m going to pass my exams with ease!”

Not a moment later, you dropped your arm and turned away to hide your frown, brows pinched together. Jin, being the ever observant person he was, placed a comforting hand on your shoulder, his voice gentle and warm as he asked, “Is something wrong?”

“Well,” you began, “I couldn’t understand something and I’ve been going at it for days. Nothing makes sense to me,” with the effort of only one free hand, you flipped to the middle of the book. A headache began to form the moment you read the chapter title, making you cringe while Jin leaned closer for a better look at its contents. “Look at this chapter here. It’s so confusing!”

“Oh, I know this!” he pushed his glasses back up to his nose, grinning as he pulled out a chair before gesturing you to do so. “Okay, so this means...” 

Not even in your craziest dreams had you imagined you’d be sitting at Jin’s table like this, your legs touching from the lack of space as he rambled on excitedly about the lesson.

He would have animated gestures to explain the dynamics of this and that, both you and Yuuji staring at him in awe as he broke the chapter down into easier parts. It was still difficult to understand since your attention was mostly on the way his eyes brightened the more he talked about his passion for the subject, not to mention that Yuuji was also grabbing at both your faces.

It made you both laugh, the two of you simultaneously bending down to kiss either sides of his cheeks until Yuuji was squished between the both of you.

You laughed with Jin the moment you made awkward eye contact through the kiss, chests bursting with laughter before he proceeded back to the lesson. With each passing second, you were beginning to fall for him a lot more and on a deeper level – so much so that you told yourself you should be scared. Instead, your heart felt at home, calm and peaceful, almost as if it knew you were safe and welcomed.

This sudden revelation had you looking at him in an entirely different light. Jin looked...the same, but somehow warmer? Like he was bathed in a soft glow, the edges pink like his hair, and your hair melted at each and every word that poured from his lips.

When you excused yourself to go to the restroom, you were greeted by the sight of a nearly passed out Jin on the couch, baby Yuuji asleep on his arms.

Jin must be really tired from work. He hadn’t even changed out of clothes. It was getting late too – you needed to come back home soon.

“Jin. Jin, wake up.”

“Huh?” his eyes snapped open, arms instinctively tightening around Yuuji’s before he relaxed, smiling stupidly as he leaned back on his seat. “Oh, it’s you. Hi.”

“Hi,” you echoed, nails digging into your palm to resist the urge to wrap him in a hug; he looked like he needed it. Hands held out in front of you, you took Yuuji from him, slightly nudging his knee with yours. “I’ll take Yuuji to bed. You should go freshen up,” Jin groaned in agreement as he ran his hands through his hair, muttering something about being a parent meant not getting to sleep well. You chuckled at his statement, already moving to get the cups out from the pantry. “Do you want me to make you a cup of tea?”

“Yeah, that’ll be great, thank you.”

Jin disappeared into his room while you tucked Yuuji into bed, the both of you meeting later in the kitchen. He still looked terribly tired, though his smile was lively as ever when he joined you at the table. “Long day again?”

“It’s always a long day,” he confessed through a sip, “But all my worries wash away when I get to see how happy and healthy my son is. I’d work day and night just to provide a good life for him.”

“Don’t forget to spend time with him too, okay? Using the present to ensure your son’s future in exchange of not watching them grow up isn’t worth it,” you reminded him, slightly referring to how much you regretted not getting to be with your parents much until you completely lost the opportunity to do so again. Jin easily read your eyes, fingers grazing the edges of his cup as you continued, “He’s growing day by day. Promise me you’ll always be there for him, okay?”

“I promise,” though whispered, you heard it loud and clear, and you knew without a doubt he’d keep to his words.

After Jin washed his cup, you gathered your things and allowed him to walk you all the way to his apartment’s entrance, waving softly at you. “Get home safely, Y/N. Text me when you’re home.”

It was the perfect routine: go to school, go to work, fall in love with Jin and his son a lot more than you should be, and go home with his kind smile as the last thing you saw.

Each night before sleep completely overtook you, your phone would vibrate, the name of the man who had completely smitten your heart appearing and washing away all the previous tiredness you both accumulated through the day.

Good night, Jin. Rest well.

You too.

It was a routine you’d never get tired of.

“Jin? Yuuji?” you gasped as Yuuji greeted you with bubbling laughter, his small arms slapping your cheeks while his dad giggled behind him. “What are you guys doing here?”

“Happy Birthday!” Jin greeted and finally showed his face after hiding from Yuuji’s buttocks. Your heart absolutely soared at the sight of the father and son duo wearing matching pink clothes, both of their bright smiles only adding to the warmth of the special day. No, actually, it became special because of them – the two people you adored most in this world. “Satoru texted me it was your birthday and it’s my day off too so I thought I’d drop by!”

Before you could respond, Jin huddled Yuuji closer to him, blinking at the audience you both managed to gather.  “I forgot you lived at a dorm, though...is it normal that people are looking us?”

“No, it’s not. They probably think I’m a young mom or something,” you flushed beet red at his words, silently glaring at the nosy onlookers whispering behind their backs. It wasn’t that you were ashamed people could assume that about you, it was just ironic since you actually wanted that to be real but it was embarrassing because you knew Jin wouldn’t see you that way. “Can you give me a few minutes to get ready? We should go somewhere else.”

“Okay, we’ll wait for you downstairs.”

You’ve never moved so fast in your life. Brushing your teeth, showering, and getting dressed in your best clothing were all achieved in the span of ten minutes. You felt proud of yourself as you hopped the stairs two steps down at a time, hair flying from behind you. It was clear you were too excited, but could anyone blame you? You never cared about your birthday, but Jin and Yuuji were here! Of course this was going to be a special day.

You froze at the end of the stairs, the drumming of your heart too wild to tame. Jin was blowing kisses into Yuuji’s belly, the baby’s gleeful laughter painting the walls.

He must’ve felt your stare burning holes at the back of his head because Jin turned your way, Yuuji pressed into his chest as he walked towards you. You were once again blown away by his sweet scent, a mix of gentle laundry detergent and something was just so Jin.

“Hey there,” he smiled, knocking the wind out of your lungs with just two words. “I didn’t have anything cool planned for today since I wasn’t prepared but I know this nice restaurant you might really like. It’s going to be my treat!”

“Oh thanks, but my friends already fed me enough with pizza and cake. Is it okay if we just take a walk around somewhere?”

“Yeah, of course!” Grabbing his arm to pull him away from prying eyes, you walked out of the campus, extending your arms to celebrate your freedom once the warm sunshine kissed at your skin, the cool wind soothing you afterwards. Jin laughed at your carefree expression, watching as you twirled and danced a little at the peace provided to you by the park. “Happy Birthday again! So how’s it feel like being a year older?”

“I feel like nothing’s changed, but at the same time nothing is the same too,” you told him through a laugh, “Does that make sense?”

“Totally. When I first got Yuuji, I didn’t think anything changed too, but now I can’t imagine a life without this little guy.”

Your adrenaline rush had worn down.

Walking side by side with Jin, arms brushing from the lack of proximity even though the area was practically empty, it dawned on you that Jin had lived an entire life before you, and you couldn’t stop yourself from asking: “Do you...do you still think about her sometimes? His mom?”

Jin was silent for a moment. The sudden stretch of nothingness had anxiety crawling at you hard enough you were about to apologize for asking such a sensitive question, but Jin only smiled at you, although his smile was...sad, regretful, even.

“His mom and I didn’t work out,” he began. “I always knew she had some family issues when we began dating in college, but I didn’t think too much of it. Back then, all I knew was that I loved her and wanted to spend my life with her, so we eloped. Her parents didn’t like it, of course, and they demanded we brought her back,”

“She was pregnant at that time so I refused to let her see her family again knowing how toxic they were to her. But they insisted, and...and she wasn’t the same after that. She just started looking at me differently and hating the growing child inside of her,” Jin kissed the top of Yuuji’s head as he spoke, almost as if silently reminding his son he was loved no matter what.

“When Yuuji was born, she couldn’t even look at him; said she refused to be a mother and to cut ties with me. So we divorced and...well, I don’t know, to be honest. Last time I heard, she’d already remarried in such a short time – to a man her family approved of this time around.”

“Do you still love her?”

“I don’t know,” he admitted with a chuckle, eyebrows furrowed while Yuuji clutched at the collar of his turtleneck sweater, his doe eyes staring right up at you. “Do we ever really stop loving someone?”

Your heart fell at his words. So maybe he still did love her. You always knew you might never get a chance – but surely wishing for it wasn’t such a crime. “Does that mean you won’t fall in love with anyone else anymore?”

“Who would like a nerdy single dad like me?” Jin threw his head back in laughter, the disbelief apparent in his voice. It shocked you that he thought of himself this way, because in your eyes, he was perfect. “Plus, I’m too busy to date. Other than you, I don’t really hang out with women all that much, and you’ve seen in my worst state – like that one time I nearly went to work wearing the wrong tie or with my glasses skewed. I don’t think I’m the type people would want to date.”

“Well, who knows?”

“Yeah, who knows?” he mimicked your shrug, still painfully oblivious that you wore your heart on your sleeve.

Once the sun had completely shied away from the clouds and the heat grew too much for Yuuji, you both resorted to going back to his apartment. Yuuji was happily playing on the ground as he smashed his toys together, while you and Jin wore matching aprons (you didn’t ask why he had two) as you mixed the batter and he preheated the oven.

“I’m still sorry I couldn’t get to buy you a cake, by the way. But we have all the ingredients here and a homemade cake is always amazing!” Instead of smiling at his words, Jin was met with your glossy eyes, lips trembling. You’d completely stopped mixing the batter, no longer in control of yourself as you watched him happily skip back and forth to the ingredients.

Jin rushed to your side in a flash, hands hovering before you. He couldn’t really touch you since he had flour all over his skin, a smidge of it right under his worried gaze. “What’s wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?”

“Nothing. It’s just...I’ve never really experienced this before. Having someone invite me to their home and bake me a cake for my birthday,” you looked down on the ground, feeling the emotional dam inside you starting to crack. “When I was young, I never even cared about my birthday because I was too busy tending after my siblings. After that, I forgot all about it and I was only surprised when my friends brought me gifts today,” You knew you were rambling, and you waved your hands in front of yourself, forcing yourself to smile. “I’m sorry – I’m being dramatic, aren’t I?”

“Hey, no, you’re not,” Suddenly, Jin pulled you into a hug, your body fitting perfectly in his arms. “I want you to know you’re family to us now. You’re always welcome here with me and Yuuji. We’ll take care of each other like family. We’ll bake you all the cakes you want from now on.”

The rest of his words were drowned out by the thumping of your chest.

You couldn’t hear him, couldn’t even properly see him – in that moment, all you could do was feel. You felt his warm breath ghosting over the column of your neck, his calloused hands patting gently at your back, the heat of his body seeping into yours that pulling away seemed to be such a daunting task. He felt like home, smelled like all the sweetness you lacked in your life, and you just knew you had to tell him.

“Jin. There’s something I have to tell you.”

“Yes?”

“I,” your breath shuddered, hands coming up to clutch at the material of his shirt. “I’m in love with you.”

Just like that, the string broke.

Jin pulled away from you faster than you could comprehend. When you opened your eyes, he was already at an arm’s length away from you, nothing but the sounds of your heart shattering into pieces muddling with his words.

His back dipped into a low bow. “I am extremely sorry; I cannot accept your feelings. It’s not that you’re not loveable; it’s just...you’re my son’s babysitter and I believe this is really inappropriate. Yuuji is vulnerable still and the last thing I want to do is date when I should be focusing on his life instead. I’m really sorry, Y/N. I don’t see nor do I feel that way for you.”

Hurt. Broken. Humiliated. Ashamed. Torn.

A plethora of feelings crashed over you all at once until breathing became such a hard thing to do, his words replaying like a broken record in your head.

He didn’t love you.

He didn’t feel the same way.

And it made sense – because why would he? “Yeah, oh my gosh!” you exclaimed while waving your hands frantically in front of your face, your unexpected enthusiasm causing Jin to peer up at you curiously under his lashes. “I mean, of course, I knew that already, duh. I’m not stupid, but like, yeah I’m really sorry, I’m probably making you so uncomfortable right now. I’m really, really sorry.”

“You’re not, I assure you,” he smiled gently again, but this time around, you weren’t soothed. It felt totally humiliating. Your toes curled inside your socks as your forced smile froze on your face in hopes of not making this any weirder than it already was, and you only chuckled as Jin cleared his throat. “I hope we can still be friends after this and that we can keep our professional relationship,” you nodded eagerly, a little too eagerly, and Jin awkwardly gestured to the pans. “So...a cake is waiting to be baked.”

“Yeah, let’s get to baking!”

If Jin noticed that you were a lot more enthusiastic than you were this morning, he didn’t comment about it. He hummed under his breath in agreement, the both of you working synchronously.

You’ve been in his house long enough that you knew where all the pans and ingredients were, silently handing things over one another through a forced polite conversation of how the other’s day went. A pat on your back was well deserved from how you managed to keep up with his questions, your broken heart perfectly concealed under forced smiles and dry chuckles.

In reality, you couldn’t focus.

On the inside, you were shattered. Why did you have to fall for him out of all people? There could’ve been so many others – like Fushiguro Toji from Biology, Gojo Satoru the playboy, Suguru Geto the heir of his large corporation – but it had to be Itadori Jin.

He was so close and yet out of reach, seemingly so unattainable that your lips had dried from how often you licked at them in an attempt to keep the tears in.

You knew you ruined everything. Soon, you’d have to say goodbye to baby Yuuji, no longer able to kiss him on top of his head and see him smile the moment you walked through the door, his dad equally alight upon seeing you got Yuuji a stuffed toy as a gift.

You were stupid for thinking you could even be part of this family. They were happy and fine enough – what role did you have here?

Compared to an actual working adult who’d already experienced many things in life like Jin, you were just a flimsy, lovesick little girl who was only learning how to love. And with loving, came the guaranteed promise of heartbreak.

You just never expected it would be this way.

As Jin turned his back to you to place the batter inside the oven, your hands shook, desperately wiping the sweat of your palms on your jeans. “Excuse me for a minute,” you dashed to the bathroom, locking yourself and finally allowing the broken gasps to leave your lips.

Your back was laid flat on the wall, your shirt tucked in your mouth as you slapped your thigh, the tears streaming endlessly down your cheeks.

You didn’t want to leave him. You wanted to stay longer, wanted to be able to see his face every waking morning and to make him tea while he made breakfast. You wanted to watch Yuuji grow up and hold hands with Jin, to tell him you would love him if he allowed you. But he didn’t – and it hurt so much that your eyes grew red from the incessant crying.

It was better to just leave than to be kicked out. You couldn’t stay here any longer.

So you wiped your tears away, dunking water to your face before you rushed out the room, bag slung across your shoulder. Yuuji stopped playing as he watched you wear your shoes in frantic movements, your heart bursting through with pain.

You didn’t dare look Jin in the eye.

“Hey, Jin, I’m so sorry – my friends called. They’re inviting me out for drinks tonight and I can’t say no.”

“But...the cake.”

“Yeah, you can eat it yourself, I’m really sorry to bother but uhm, anyways, BYE!” Left confused, Jin stared at the door slammed shut hard enough that Yuuji fell to the floor in surprise, small whines leaving his lips.

Jin couldn’t tell whether his son cried because you’d left them, or he was simply afraid of the sound. Whatever it was, the sinking feeling in his stomach was much too clear.

The next few days were hell. Your friends noticed the sudden drop in your mood, the loss of appetite, and the fact that you were clearly sleep-deprived.

How could you get sleep when your phone wallpaper was Yuuji kissing your cheeks, his dad laughing in the background? How could you sleep when your textbook still lay on your desk, a painful reminder of that time Jin had tutored you? How could you sleep when Wednesdays and Fridays had returned to its normal mundane self with nothing left to look forward to?

You couldn’t tell your friends about it either. All they knew was that you hadn’t been going to work because you came up with a flu, when in reality you’d been buried under your sheets, desperately ignoring the loud silence of your phone.

No texts. No calls. No how are you’s or how are you doing?

Not that you expected him to care since you did step out of line; you’d been completely unprofessional and Jin might not recommend you to future works anymore, though that was the least of your worries.

You just wanted to forget everything. His smile, his laughter, his kindness, the sound of his voice and how he always smelled like sweet vanilla.

Crying yourself to sleep and wishing each day would come to an end faster was absolutely exhausting. The lack of sunlight caused you to be groggy and gray – if you kept up at this state, you’d completely wither like a dried sunflower. You didn’t want to go out but your mini fridge was empty, stomach loudly grumbling for food.

You sighed as you closed the door, unkempt hair up in a bun and body adorned with an oversized shirt and the sweatpants you’ve refused to wash for two days now.

You were a mess – both on the inside and the outside – and your eyes lacked their usual warmth. Your movements mimicked that of a robot as you straggled to the nearest convenience store, about to enter when you heard someone cry out.

“Mama!”

Hands frozen on the door, your eyes widened before your head craned to the sound of rushed footsteps. In front of you was a panting Jin, a wailing baby Yuuji in his arms who only cried louder once he set his eyes on you. Jin gasped for air, and you both moved in sync, with you reaching out for baby Yuuji and him handing his child over to you.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry! Yuuji’s first word was Mama and I didn’t know what he meant but then he started crying and clutching the strawberry toy you got him and I’m so sorry, he just won’t stop crying. He kept looking for you.”

“No, I’m the one who should apologize!” you replied back, adding a bounce to your step to cradle Yuuji who’d buried his damp face onto your neck, crying mama over and over again.

Memories of meeting Jin for the first time and his reminder that he didn’t want Yuuji calling you that nearly made you kneel down in apology, but you opted for a slight bow, your hot tears trailing down your face because you missed him, but it was all messed up and seeing him once more only dug a deeper crater in your heart.

Before you completely left each other’s lives, you at least wanted to apologize.

“I realized my mistake and made it so weird for the both of us. Plus, Yuuji didn’t say Dada and I think that’s my fault. I swear I wasn’t trying to replace his mom or anything, I just—”

“I love you too,” he cut you off, and your eyes snapped from the ground back to his flustered face.

“What?”

“I’m sorry for lying that I don’t feel the same way,” he confessed, scratching the back of his neck while his ears flushed a deep red. “The truth is, my father always told me that Yuuji’s mom wasn’t a good person and I should stay away from her, but I never listened. A-and I always talked to him about Yuuji’s new babysitter and how kind you were and how I think I’m falling for you. He said I should man up and tell you but I was just afraid to love again since I’ve fallen before and I don’t want to be hurt again,” Jin bowed to you in a perfect angle, his son now at peace in your arms. “I’m sorry.”

“Jin,” you breathed out, the tears prickling at the back of your eyes. You couldn’t believe this was happening – you wanted to embrace him, to kiss him, hold him, but you’d been so engrossed in your own heartbreak you never even thought about Jin’s fears. “I’d never hurt you or Yuuji.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for hurting you like that,” he straightened up, feeling you stiffen under him when his arms wrapped around you. He felt so warm, and you felt so at place that your tears damped his sweatshirt, Jin’s hands gently caressing your waist. “Is it okay if we come back home?”

You cried louder than you ever did your whole life, though this time it was mixed with laughter. Jin laughed with you as you encircled your free arm around his neck to pull him closer, your lips eager as you littered kisses over his neck.

“Yes, of course,” you giggled, “You don’t even have to ask.”

You only ever wanted a job as a babysitter to make ends meet – falling in love was out of the equation – but with the magic presented right in front of you, you weren’t going to push it away, and neither did Jin. This time, you embraced each other wholeheartedly, pink hearts floating in the air while the strawberry-haired baby giggled in your presence, delighted that now his family was whole.

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sleepy boys inc x gn!teen! reader headcannons

trying something new! i like bbs and all, but i wanted to write for other youtubers! lemme know if yall wanna see more content like this lol.

this takes place in a minecraft au!!! also, mentions of bad parenting/abusive parents

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okay the sleepy boys

chaos incarnated, all of them. you can’t deny it

so, when tommy invites a friend from a local village, at first, everyone else is skeptical. since when has tommy made a friend who didn’t hate him within 20 minutes from all the screaming and insults he spewed?

unlike his friends, phil is more excited than anything. though he isn’t tommy’s dad, he feels like it sometimes, so he really wants to meet this new person who has caught the youngest’s attention

techno is very much not on board. he has a hard time trusting people at first glance and having been friends with tommy for the longest, he knows that tommy readily jumps the gun and attempts to befriend literally anything just because he can

and wilbur? indifferent for the most part. yes, he feels the need to make sure tommy is protected and cared for, but he also recognizes that this situation is out of his hands. the best he can do is hope that their friend isn’t an absolute asshole

so, it’s saturday. all three men are sitting on the couch in phil’s cottage, talking amongst themselves as they wait for tommy to come back. techno makes a joke about murdering them, which leads to phil scolding him about his violent tendencies

“you haven’t even met them yet, techno, what the fuck.”

wilbur is simply adding fuel to the fire, making little remarks here and there and watching the whole thing escalate to phil lecturing the piglin hybrid.

because of this, not one of them had noticed that tommy returned, with his newest friend. they both stopped at the sight of phil in dad mode, tommy considering just turning around and taking his friend as far away as physically possible

too late, since techno’s sixth sense made him whip around and stare at the newcomer. this made phil stop lecturing and wilbur quit giggling long enough for tommy to introduce his friend

after saying their name, the friend lifted their hand shyly, face burning from slight embarrassment. their other hand was latched onto tommy’s, feeling intimidated.

can you blame them? the fucking blood god looks like they wanna skewer them and cook them over a campfire.

tommy took notice of their shyness and cleared his throat, “we were planning on going to the carnival in their village if you three assholes feel like tagging along.”

like there was any way they were gonna let tommy and his friend go out without chaperones.

tommy turned back to his friend, “give me a second, i’m gonna go grab my sword just in case.” and proceeded to run up the stairs and towards the guest bedroom in phil’s house that he claimed.

the millisecond he was out of earshot, techno grabbed his friend by the front of the shirt.

“what are your intentions with tommy?”

the friend blinked once, twice, then bit back a smile. “you’re asking that as if i’m about to date that motherfucker.”

this time, it was wilbur who bit back a grin of his own. who would’ve expected the originally shy kid to have replied like that????

techno’s brain short circuited and his grip on their shirt loosened slightly. did.... did this kid just brush off his question???

“can you put me down? you’re gonna stretch my shirt.”

techno’s brain blinked back into focus and he gripped the kid’s shirt harder, shoving them against the nearest wall. “i asked a question, kid.”

“you know, tommy told me something like this would happen. i’m glad i came prepared.” and then, tommy’s friend sucked in a deep breath. techno leaned back, expecting the worst...

“MWISTER TECHNWOBWADE, PWEASE PUT MWE DOWN BEFWORE I SCWEAM”

oh god, this was far worse than anything he thought of.

he dropped the teen out of disgust more than anything, reeling backwards. if there was one thing that haunted his dreams, it was uwu-speak.

phil started howling of laughter, clutching his stomach and hunching over. originally he was going to stop techno from threatening a literal child but this outcome was so much better than anything he was anticipating

wilbur was no better, already tearing up from how hard he was snickering. he started choking on his own spit at one point, smacking his arm against the couch.

tommy was so fucking confused when he came back down the stairs, seeing the mayhem that was, for once, not caused by him. he glanced at his friend, who had the world’s biggest shiteating grin.

yeah, they were gonna fit in just fine.

and they did! phil took them under his wing (both physically and metaphorically) and allowed them to come visit his home whenever they wished. and whenever they did, phil was the first to ask how they’ve been and what they were up to

to phil’s surprise, the kid was overall calm in their choice of activities. things like playing soccer or drawing or figuring out how to learn instruments in their free time. it seemed like they were desperate to get their hands on anything and everything just to learn

he found it funny, though, when their chaotic side shone through. they easily were on tommy’s level when they got into that headspace and it was so hilarious to him.

his favorite memory of the kid was when they walked into the house and marched right up to where techno was reading idly in the corner. planting their hands on their hips, they spoke.

“if you were to fuck a clone of yourself, would it be masturbation or would you be considered gay?”

phil, who was washing the dishes six feet away from them, just about crumbled into a ball on the floor from how hard he was laughing and sobbing.

of all questions, that was the one that came out.

but he had no idea that the chaos was a coping mechanism. he just thought they were naturally like that in their free time.

he soon found out the truth when they came home with tommy, who was cursing up a fit, visibly angry. his friend was slumped over, as if trying to hide themselves from the world

when phil asked what had happened, tommy exploded.

“their fucking dad took all their money from their savings! said he needed it more than them and when they asked for it back, he called them a fucking disappointment! that fucking bitch--”

phil can count very few times when he felt true anger and he can confirm that when tommy had told him what had gone down, he saw red.

but he knew better than to outwardly show it. judging by how hunched over and defeated the kid was, what they needed was a stable support system

so he walked over and shut tommy up with a hand on his shoulder, “why don’t we take the rest of the night to build up that game room you wanted in the basement. i’m sure if we knock it out before techno and wil are supposed to be back, we can all play something like monopoly.”

seeing where phil was headed, tommy nodded and brushed away his anger. he knew that what his friend needed was a serious cheering up. tommy ran towards his guest bedroom, claiming that he was going to find his blocks.

phil crouched in front of the teen, tilting their head up to look him in the eyes. “you’re not a disappointment. you’re an amazing person with a chaotic joke machine going 120 kilos over the speed limit in your head and you are talented. your dad doesn’t know shit about what you’re capable of doing.”

oh boy, the kid’s crying. those are tears, full on tears.

that night was one of the best nights of their life, however. they enjoyed the entire three hour long game of monopoly where they watched the light leave everyone’s eyes. it was funny when wilbur lunged across the table when he landed on a railroad, out for phil’s blood.

speaking of wilbur, he enjoyed every minute in the kid’s presence. they often asked creative and random questions and went along with the abstract jokes he made, the two of them laughing heartily the entire time.

when the kid first mentioned wanting to learn how to play the guitar, he practically burst through the wall of the room next door, breathing heavily and exaggeratedly.

“did someone say guitar”

yeah, he’s feral. that’s canon.

they proceeded to spend the entire day in phil’s garden, each of them equipped with a guitar. despite their outwardly smooth brain and stupid demeanor, the teen was a fast learner and could play the most basic chords by the time the sun was setting.

wilbur’s favorite moment was the first night they met, when they went to the carnival. there was the game where you shoot the water and fill up the balloons and the kid was going head to head against techno and tommy.

it was when techno won that the teen turned to techno with murder in their eyes and spoke in a deadpan tone of voice,

“you’re lucky you won this time, you gentrified mayo monkey.”

wilbur’s jaw dropped, as did techno and phil’s. tommy was already in hysterics, smacking his hand against the counter that held the guns.

needless to say, wilbur found his favorite, not-quite sibling in a heartbeat.

techno was the last to come around with the child. can you blame him? every time he tried to threaten them or had beaten them at something, they would respond in a cryptic threat--

“i’m going to pee your pants if you don’t let me win”

or just brushed him off. without a second thought.

“anyways, i was murdering a chicken the other day, and the fucker had the audacity to ribbit at me.”

to say he was confused was an understatement. he was terrified of the fact that a literal child held so much power and disinterest in things like their own life. so for the first few months, he avoided them.

but he had seen past that when it was around midnight on a weekday. tommy was hanging out with tubbo and ranboo in their village miles away from the area. wilbur was out drinking with schlatt, niki, and fundy, and phil was already asleep.

techno wasn’t too far behind, sitting in front of the fireplace and staring out of the window that showed the front yard. it was only then when he saw the flash of a familiar face and looked closer as the teen walked up to the house quietly. their head was down and they carried a small bag with them.

techno opened the front door with a long creak as they reached the porch steps. it was only when they jumped and looked up in surprise that techno had noticed a deep bruise on their left cheek in the moonlight.

despite the fact that he kept away from them, techno was very protective and territorial of tommy, phil, and wilbur. and since they were attached to the teen, he became protective of them as well.

so all the voices in his head went quiet for a second. before exploding into a mixture of screams and threats, all leading back to protecting the child in front of him.

without thinking, he reached forward and cupped their face for a better view of the bruise. at the warm and soft touch, tears slipped down the kid’s cheeks and they sniffed pathetically.

the voices quickly took a 180, all screaming to take care of them. make them feel better. so, techno led the kid inside and let them spend the night in his room, with them falling asleep on the bed and him falling asleep on the rocking chair in his room.

phil did not hesitate to officially declare himself as the teen’s official father, saying that their biological father was a “little bitch”

now somewhat living with the teen, techno found an appreciation for their quieter moments, when they were reading or simply daydreaming. it was cute, in his eyes. but he also grew to enjoy when they were absolutely feral, especially toward tommy.

his favorite moment with them was when they had gifted tommy a music disc for his birthday. it was sweet and sentimental and tommy just about burst into tears when he saw it.

all of the sappiness quickly vanished when tommy put it into a jukebox.

“FUCK THIS PUSSY, BOY, FUCK. FUCK IT RIGHT, BOY--”

tommy had let out the most terrified scream and it practically engrained itself into techno’s brain. it was the first time he ever laughed at something the teen had done and the teen felt proud of themselves.

and finally, tommy. he was already happy to call himself a friend of the teen’s. they were like peas in a pod, working together.

tommy came to them when his insecurity felt heavy and they came to him whenever their dad’s words got to them. they had a nice system of dependency on one another and neither of them would trade it for the world.

tommy’s favorite moment of being friends with them was during their first birthday living in phil’s house. it was a birthday befitting their personality, with brightly color streamers hung and confetti all over the floor. he knew that they enjoyed it severely and once the cake was cut, the kid turned to phil.

“phil, where’s the big tiddy strippers i requested?”

tommy was GONE

he all but choked on his slice of cake and walked away, shaking his head while trying to stifle his giggles. but when he heard phil’s scream of “WHAT”, he just lost it.

all in all, his friend had made a fine part of the sleepy boys. they were a happy face in an otherwise somewhat bleak and dangerous world. and all four men appreciated it.

[starlitangels]

It Too Shall Pass

Anon request for Gabriel coming home from hockey practice early and finding Angel crying and comforting them. 1.3k words (almost on the dot) CW: mental breakdown

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"Bye Uncle Milo!" Gabriel said as he hopped out of the car. "Bye Danny!"

"Bye Gabriel!" Danny and Milo chorused. Gabriel waved and shut the car door behind him before jogging up to the front door of the house. He paused only briefly at the silver car in the driveway. Not his dad's—but neither of his parents should have been home yet. He'd called Milo to come get him and Danny early so he could help his sister decorate for their parents' anniversary dinner tonight...

Crap, he thought.

Cautiously, he finished his approach to the front door. Slid his key in the lock as slow and quiet as he could. Unlatched the deadbolt. Opened the door.

Usually when he got home, he carelessly smacked the hockey stick attached to his duffel bag against the door frame as he turned to shut the front door. He took careful pains to avoid doing so this time. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Uncle Milo's car drive away.

The front door closed with a quiet click.

Gabriel listened. Usually Natalie would be in the front room—playing Minecraft or Legend of Zelda. But today she was nowhere to be seen. Upstairs actually doing her homework for once, maybe? Gabriel had no idea how she managed to be close to the top of her class yet he never saw her doing homework—even on days he didn't have hockey.

He didn't hear her music either. The usual accompaniment to her derping around Hyrule in Breath of the Wild or building something in Minecraft.

He was about to call out—but stopped.

Crying.

He heard crying.

Not Natalie’s.

Gabriel went rigid.

—

I wiped my eyes on my sleeves as I heard Gabriel calling out for me. “H-hey sweetie,” I replied.

Gabriel appeared in the archway that kept the dining room open to the kitchen and living room. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

��Nothing,” I said. “I—” I met my son’s eyes. David’s eyes. Wide and full of concern. He was already taller than me, and getting close to six feet, despite being only fourteen. But that look on his face. I was looking at him when he was a small child all over again. “I’m fine, baby.”

Gabriel shook his head. “No, you’re not,” he said. He dropped his hockey duffel bag on the floor unceremoniously and circled the dining table. He wrapped his arms around me. “What’s wrong?”

I didn’t want to break down in front of my son. I wanted him and his sister to know both of his parents were strong people. But I was so exhausted and overwhelmed—and the look on his face—that I couldn’t help it. I put my head on his shoulder and cried. “It’s just stress, Gabriel,” I said softly. “There’s been a lot going on lately and I’m just... I’m tired.”

Gabriel rubbed my back. “I’m so sorry,” he said softly. “I know everything’s been going off the rails these past couple weeks. I... I’m sorry I haven’t done more to help.”

“Gabriel, sweetie,” I said. “You don’t have to. Your job is to focus on school. And hockey. Your dad and I can handle everything else.”

“Not when you’re breaking down like this,” Gabriel said. “Let me help. Natalie will help too, if you let her. What can we do?”

“Just... keep hugging me, baby. I miss you.”

Gabriel exhaled out his nose in a melancholy substitute for a chuckle. “I miss you too. You and Dad are, y’know, cool. And not ‘cause Dad’s the alpha of my pack or anything like that. You’re just both, like, really cool. Like, me, Natty, Lily, Danny, Ev, and Micah are probably the only people I know at school who genuinely like their parents more than ninety-percent of the time. I miss hanging out with you. Going to the grocery store with you and Dad and Natty just for the fun of it as a family. Making a boring errand into something fun.

“Don’t get me wrong, I love hockey. And I like sharing something with Danny. I think a lot of the time he feels a little out of place. A Stealth born into a shifter pack, thinking his entire life that he’s gonna be a wolf, and then he’s not. I know he didn’t manifest that long ago, but I think it’s important for him to stay connected to the rest of us. And he, Natalie, and Micah are the frickin’ Three Musketeers for crying out loud—but I’m glad to share hockey with him. But it does mean I’m not home as often; and I miss you. And Dad. And... sometimes Natty.”

I snickered. “You love your sister,” I said.

“Oh absolutely. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do for her. But—my God—she is a menace when she wants to be.”

My snicker turned into a full-blown laugh. “Yeah. She can be. Wonder who taught her that.”

“Well, it certainly wasn’t me or Dad.” He gave me a significant look. “I think it was just in her nature.”

I laughed, and Gabriel’s face softened. “Are you feeling better?”

“A little bit.” I glanced at the clock on the wall. “What are you doing home so early? Practice goes for another hour.”

Gabriel’s arms around me went a little stiff. “Uh... you remember what today is, right?”

“Yes. It’s your dad’s and my anniversary.” God, had we been married for sixteen years already? Sometimes it felt like we’d only started dating a year ago. Sometimes I genuinely couldn’t remember what my life was like before I met David—or how I ever lived without him. It was like he’d always been there, and we’d just barely met at the same time.

Gabriel bit his lower lip and nodded. “Mmhmm,” he said. “Natalie and I were gonna decorate before you and Dad got home.”

“Ah.”

“And, uh... I was gonna try and make dessert. But we were going to order in something for you and Dad.”

“What about you two?”

“We were planning on something simple. We were just gonna make sandwiches or something and go to Uncle Ash’s for the night so you and Dad could have the night to yourselves. He’s expecting us.”

“Well, aren’t you two sweet?” I said.

Gabriel snorted. “It was all Natalie’s idea. I’m just her hired hand.”

It was my turn to snort. “Aren’t we all?” I joked. “She gets an idea into her head and she’s in charge.”

He laughed. “Yup. Where is she, anyway?”

“Upstairs. Doing her homework.”

“I’ve never seen her do her homework.”

“That’s because you’re often at practice when she does it.”

“Mm.” Gabriel gave me a squeeze. “Are you feeling better?”

“Yeah. Thank you, sweetie. I’ve just...” I wiped my face again. “Just been really overwhelmed, recently.”

“Let me help, okay? Let me and Natty help? We’re old enough now.”

I sighed. “I’ll... try, sweetie. Okay? I’ll try to let you two take on more responsibility around here, if you want it. It’s just... your dad and I both like to do everything on our own. We got kinda used to that way of doing things. Handling everything on our own or between the two of us.”

“Well, now there’s four Shaws, okay?” Gabriel fixed me with a stare. “And everything that’s overwhelming...” He glanced over my shoulder at the painting on the wall Asher had made for us a long time ago. It was less of a painting and more calligraphy. “It too shall pass.”

I teared up again. When had my rambunctious little wolf pup grown into such a wise teenager? I blinked the tears out of my eyes. Gabriel wiped them away.

“It’s okay. I’m here. Natty’s here. We’re going to help.”

I hugged him tight. “Thank you, sweetie. I couldn’t ask for a better son.”

[nat-seal-well]

Could you do some headcannons or something with the damn polycule(including Gav) being dads? Like just being those cool dads that give their kids ice cream for breakfast or something?

If that’s too many people, or just a concept you aren’t for then you don’t have to! But I’d love to hear your thoughts on it :))

Anon you don’t ever have to worry about that being too many people, I’m always weak for the D.A.M.N polycule—

Also, I was gonna work on this later this week but I legit could not leave this thought alone. And it’s been a rough day and I decided something fluffy was needed. Thank you for this request! 💙

Listen. These kids are gonna be SO LOVED.

Like you cannot ask for a more wholesome family.

I just wanna say that when they brought their first kid home, Lasko held them very close and cried. All the boys are determined to make sure their kids have the best life, but him especially. He’s gonna make sure their children never have to go through what he did.

Freelancer convinced all of them to dress like dads the first time they all went out together. We’re talking denim shorts with the shirt tucked in, Nike monarchs, a belt—the whole thing. It was really a joke but Gavin took to it the most.

Gavin: I am what the humans call a dilf

Damien: please stop

Okay on to the actual request

Damien helps them with their homework. You know those memes about dads making their kids cry on math night?

Yeah, that doesn’t happen. Like at all. Damien’s the most patient person you could ask for when it comes to helping them with their work. If there’s something he doesn’t understand, he’ll stay up late after the kiddos go to bed, looking up better ways to help teach them on YouTube or something.

Eventually one of his partners has to come find him to get him to come to bed.

He and the kids have matching aprons for when they help him in the kitchen. On mornings where Damien makes breakfast for the rest of the family, the kids love to lend a hand.

Huxley’s usually the second one up and he always finds them making pancakes together in their aprons.

He has a picture of them cooking saved on his phone. He took it when Damien was busy helping one of the kids mix pancake batter in a bowl. Damien doesn’t know he has it :)

Lasko does Game Night with them. They all sprawl out in the living room and play board games at least once a week. He puts music on a Bluetooth speaker for background noise and lets them pick out a couple games.

There’s lots of snacks, of course.

The kids’ favorite game is Catan. They also like Uno. Lasko comes home at least once a month with a new edition of Uno. The family has a collection going and the kids are always ecstatic whenever he finds a new version.

They also build Legos together. Freelancer’s always coming home to him and the kids at the dining room table and with another Lego set. Lasko reads the instructions and guides the kids when they need it, but for the most part, they do a lot of it themselves. He’s always so proud of them.

Lasko takes them to the movies, too. The whole family does movies, but Lasko’s thing with the kids are the Marvel ones. They all go together to see them. It’s a tradition.

When the kids decide they want to get into sports, Huxley’s the dad for that. No surprise there. He takes them to the store to get all the equipment, he spends weekend afternoons with them at the park while they practice, and he brings the best snacks to all the games.

One of the kids ends up getting really into baseball. A couple of times, for whatever reason, the coaches couldn’t get an umpire. Huxley volunteers whenever it happens.

There’s lots of pictures on the family camera of him in the gear, out on the field. All the other moms love when the actual umpire doesn’t show and they need a stand-in. They might have crushes on him. Maybe.

In spring, he gardens. The kids have a little patch of land in the backyard. They visit every nursery and Lowe’s and Home Depot in Dahlia until the kids find exactly the right flowers to plant.

One of them planted sunflowers and they just took off. Huxley and the kids surprised Freelancer one morning with a bouquet of them.

Gavin joins the parent committee the school has.

When the kids do fundraisers, they always end up making the most money. Especially if it’s the door-to-door stuff. No one sells pies better than those kids, and the distractingly-gorgeous dad who goes with them.

Sunday mornings are for house cleaning. Gavin does a lot of stuff around the house since the others work. Sundays, though? It’s a group effort.

Gavin makes it fun. The others have found him dancing with the kids in the kitchen when they were supposed to be sweeping. He makes all the chores a game, and the house is clean in record-time.

He also likes to take them on walks. Gavin takes them to the same ice cream shop every time, and the owner is just a little in love with him. They get discounts.

(He’s the one that tries to sneak them ice cream for breakfast. Damien has to stop him every time, but he’s gotten good at sneaking them spoonfuls when Damien’s back is turned.)

Caelum absolutely adores the kids, by the way. He watches them whenever Freelancer and their partners go out for the night.

They adore him, too.

They spend a lot of time baking cookies together to surprise their parents, watching Disney movies, and coloring.

He lets them do his hair and makeup. By the end of the night when it’s time to put them to bed, Caelum’s hair is tied back into dozens of ponytails and he has glitter all over his face.

He loves it.