#while cuddling with bea on the couch

[notafizh]

headcannon that korrina and bea were so obviously pining for eachother that gurkinn first thought that they were dating when korrina brought bea over, and challenged bea to one of his adventures for his blessings

[ccsainzleclerc5516]

Taking care of his girls (part 1)

Pairing: Carlos Sainz x reader (y/n)

Warnings: none

a/n: another girl dad Carlos because I just can't get enough

Y/N's pov

The newborn stage is extremely challenging. Sleep deprivation caused by countless sleepless nights, lack of energy, baby crying even though she ate half an hour ago, trying to figure out the cause of her crying, colic, baby not latching, painful feedings or lack of milk production - all that and much more comes when you step into motherhood. Trust me, it is exhausting both physically and mentally and anyone who says otherwise is lying!

However, not much is talked about how demanding and tiring and difficult it is when you are burning with a fever and can barely stand on your feet, and you have a two-year-old daughter who also has a flu and who, in addition to all of that, is a very stubborn daddy's little girl and doesn't really like to listen to anyone except her dad. That two-year-old is our little girl Bea. Bea is a very stubborn and smart girl who is very attached to her dad and loves spending time with him. She is completely enchanted by him and whenever Carlos returns home from the race, she does not separate from him.

We've only recently started taking her to the races, but since she tends to run around the paddock and starts screaming when it's time for Carlos to get in the car, we've decided that we won't be able to follow Carlos everywhere he goes.

This time we could not attend the Grand Prix in Italy for another reason, and that reason was because I caught a flu, which almost knocked me off my feet, and two days later Bea was burning with a fever as well.

Being alone with her while I was sick, doing all the housework, cooking and taking care of her was very difficult and exhausting. I was very worried about her because she had a high temperature, she was very weak, she didn't want to eat much, she was crying all the time and she just wanted me to hold her in my arms and cuddle her.

Carlos returned from Italy to our home in Madrid yesterday and we both couldn't wait to see him. When he came back I could finally breathe a little, sit down and rest because he decided to take care of both of us.

It was the same today, even though I felt a little better, Bea was still coughing a lot and her nose was blocked, so I decided to go to the pharmacy to get a children's inhaler. Carlos decided to stay with her and fulfill all her wishes, and today the wish was cuddling and watching cartoons in the living room.

It took me quite a long time to get to the pharmacy, make the purchase and get back home, so I only returned after 45 minutes. The sight that greeted me when I entered the living room brought tears to my eyes, but happy tears full of gratitude.

Bea was lying curled up on Carlos' chest, his arms wrapped around her as his head fell back against the back of the couch his lips slightly parted as both of them were fast asleep while Dora the explorer begged for help in the background. Carlos tied her hair into a small ponytail on top of her head while her baby hairs were messily sticking out. For a moment I just stood next to the couch and watched them smiling and thinking how did I get so lucky?

"Babe" I approach Carlos from the back of the couch and whisper into his ear. "Babe, wake up." It took him a minute to realize they had fallen asleep and to wake up.

"Ay dios mío.." You could also hear the tiredness in his voice because he didn't sleep at all last night. He demanded that I rest and that he would look after Bea overnight.

"Let's take her to bed okay?" I say quietly trying not to wake her up.

"What time is it?" He asks.

"It's only 7 p.m. I'll take care of her tonight, you get some sleep okay?" I say caressing his cheek.

"No, no I'll do it You still haven't fully recovered amor and I want you to." He says leaving a kiss on my thumb. Just as Carlos slowly straightened up from a semi-lying position on the couch, Bea startled and started crying.

"Shh cariño, no llores." (shh darling don't cry) Carlos immediately began gently shushing her and rubbing her back as I sat next to them.

"Do you want to go sleep in mommy and daddy's bed baby?" I asked her placing a kiss on her hand. She doesn't usually sleep with us, but when she is sick we always let her.

"No" She rubbed her eyes nervously, still crying and burrying her head into the crook of Carlos neck. "Papa, mama" She whined extending her little hand towards me, but not wanting to leave Carlos' embrace.

"Está bien mi amor, mamá y papá están aquí, no te preocupes." Carlos said tightening his grip around her with one arm and with the other pulling me closer to them.

We quickly gave up on trying to talk her into going to bed because we realized it would only upset her even more so we both decided to curl up to Carlos.

"Mis princesas." I leaned my head against his shoulder wrapping my arm around our little bean as Carlos kissed both of our foreheads.

Part 2 here

[bitchinbarzal]

Daddy’s Day | The Meier’s

Timo woke to the feeling of tiny hands smushing his cheeks and a voice, loud and declarative, in his ear.

“WAKE UP! YOU’RE THE DADDY!”

Bea.

Of course.

She was standing on his chest in mismatched socks and a paper crown that read “Dad’s Favourite (Don’t Tell the Boys),” glitter stuck to her cheek, a handmade card clutched in her little hands. Timo blinked up at her, groggy, confused, heart already softening.

“Good morning to you too,” he rasped, voice thick with sleep.

Bea grinned, unfazed. “We made you breakfast! It’s kinda burnt but that’s okay ‘cause it’s with love!”

Before he could respond, she leapt off the bed like a gremlin and bolted down the hallway, yelling, “HE’S UP! HE’S UP!”

Timo rolled out of bed with a groan and made his way to the kitchen in his sweats, hair an absolute disaster. What he walked into was chaos, beautiful, sticky, glitter-filled chaos.

Lio was flipping pancakes like a professional except one was currently stuck to the ceiling.

Oliver was wrestling with a package of bacon while shouting about “meat science.”

Jules had glitter glue in his hair and was meticulously crafting a “#1 DAD” poster with macaroni and pom-poms.

Noah was licking pancake batter straight from the bowl and gave Timo a floury thumbs-up.

And Bea was taping googly eyes to an orange.

“Look, Daddy! It’s Mr. Juice Dad!”

Singer appeared beside him with coffee, kissed his cheek, and whispered,

“Happy Father’s Day, baby. You’re the best thing that ever happened to us.”

After breakfast (questionably edible but perfect), the kids guided him to the living room, which had been transformed into “The Daddy Museum.”

Each kid had drawn an exhibit:

• “Daddy scoring a goal” (Lio’s stick figures looked suspiciously like superheroes)

• “Daddy yelling at the TV” (Oliver said it was ‘from that one Leafs game’)

• “Daddy holding me as a baby” (Every kid claimed the same drawing)

• “Daddy with messy hair” (Jules added sparkles to this one)

Bea presented him with a hand-decorated Coupon Book, filled with:

• One (1) uninterrupted nap

• One (1) cuddle session

• One (1) performance of “D is for Daddy,” her original song

• One (1) promise not to fight with her brothers… “Maybe.”

Timo was already misty-eyed when Singer handed him a final card. Inside were Polaroids of each kid holding a letter to spell out:

“YOU’RE OUR HERO.”

Later, they all piled onto the couch with blankets and popcorn, watching old clips of Timo’s goals.

“Daddy, you were so fast!” Noah gasped.

“Were?” Timo teased.

“Noah means still,” Bea clarified. “You’re faster than a cheetah on skates.”

Timo pulled her in tight, his arms filled with the people who made everything worth it. The weight of them on him. The warmth. The joy.

And when Bea whispered, “You’re better than anyone, Daddy. Even superheroes,” he knew without a doubt that He didn’t need a trophy.

He already had it all.

[spidermans-l-o-v-e-r]

Strawberries and Cream presents: ✨A Day with Buck✨

Pairing: Buck x reader

Word count: 3.7

Masterlist

Notes: This is literally born from the fact that I think chapter 3 was going to be close to over 9k if I didn’t do some serious editing. I literally took the end of chapter 3 and made it the beginning of chapter 4 🤣🤣 p.s it’s me again this was all in vain it’s still that long

Buck is a cuddle monster.

He clings to you as you lay in bed, your arms crossed over your chest. He’d made you get in bed with him, said you guys used to share as kids anyway and that he’d stay to his own side.

Literally 10 minutes later he was curled into your back, and five minutes after that he had his arms wrapped tightly around you. This was so him, even as a child when you’d share a bed with him and Maddie you’d wake up to his legs over you and his head on Maddie’s stomach.

“Buck?” You poke at his arm, It’s around noon now. Eddie had dropped you off that morning with a kiss to your forehead and a promise that he’d text you when he woke up.

“Hm?” He groans softly, opening one eye. He looks up at you, giving you a sleepy grin “What’s up kiddo”

You roll your eyes at him, turning in his arms to shove him away

“Get your fat paws off of me, I have to pee” You whine, clawing your way out of his arms. He rolls over, letting you go and grabs his phone. You come back a few minutes later and he doesn’t look up

“Did you spray before you left?”

“I literally just peed!!”

“Pfft yeah okay sure. Miss Stinkypants”

When you were a child you’d accidentally soiled your literal diaper while you were in your car seat on a road trip and Buck never let you live it down. After 20 something years he still called you Miss Stinkypants even Maddie had done it a few times and both of them died laughing every time. Who needed siblings when you had these two

1:25 pm

Buck is sitting on the couch when you come back down from the bedroom, he’s playing animal crossing and cleaning up his island

“Charge your switch we can play together” He nods over to the charger in the wall and you grab yours from the coffee table, plugging it in. He proudly shows you around “BuckTopia” and all of his favorite villagers. Though he’s waiting to get rid of Hippeux, he hates him. He loves Bea and Fauna and he’s got a love hate relationship with Canberra. Eventually you show off your island, “Faeton” and he’s incredibly impressed.

“God it must have taken years to lay all of those paths” he gasps, staring at your pink walkways

“The initial lay down? God yes. But you know after that I just find 12 piece paths and overwrite the original 12 and it lays itself!”

You two spend the next 45 minutes running all over each other’s islands, beating each other with nets, and trying to hit the button at the same time so your little characters are dancing together.

“You know I’m glad they added this” Buck stretches his arms in the air, following along with the group stretching session

“It’s ridiculously cute” You agree, as you both bend forward and then push your chest out

2:10 pm

“I don’t think you’re ready for this. You’re so not ready for this” Buck bounces on the balls of his feet, and shakes out his arms.

You turn and kick his butt “I don’t think you’re ready for this!” You taunt him and he swings at you playfully, trying to smack you.

The game counts down and you and Buck start dancing in sync. You hadn’t played Just Dance in forever and apparently someone did like his life depended on it.

“I’m gonna kick your ass” He says in a singsong voice, Toxic by Britney Spears plays on the screen as the two of you dance along. He’s not even breaking a sweat

“You play this one a lot don’t you?” You ask him, panting a bit. He flashes you a shit eating grin and shakes his butt

“Oh I’m sorry, I have no idea what you mean” His voice is sweet and angelic as he’s hitting perfect nearly every time.

“With a taste of your lips, I'm on a ride

You're toxic, I'm slippin' under

With a taste of a poison paradise”

He turns to you with a whip of his head and you burst out laughing, singing with him.

“I'm addicted to you

Don't you know that you're toxic?”

2:45 pm

“So like… what is going on with you and Eddie?”

Buck holds his hand still for you as you paint his nails, his eyes covered with slices of cucumber complete with a hydrating face mask.

“I don’t know, if I’m being honest” You sigh and blow on his nails softly. Your hello kitty headband keeping the hair from your strawberry face mask

“I do really like him” you blush “But I’m not sure if I’m ready to take that step you know? Like what if he thinks I’m messy? I think? He likes me? But he doesn’t know about my past relationships and like what if that’s too much baggage?”

Buck rolls his eyes carefully under the cucumbers, dear god you two.

“Eddie has relationship baggage too Y/N. And you don’t like him any less do you? Even if you don’t know his?”

“I guess you’re right…” You say shyly, taking his other hand. “Same pattern or opposite”

“Opposite. And actually there’s something else we need to address”

“And that is? Sassy pants” you pull his hand closer and start painting

“You slept over and I haven’t heard any of those details yet”

“Okay promise you won’t tell him I told you?” He can practically feel your excitement, he takes one of his cucumbers off and bites into it

“Promise”

“He woke up hard” You blurt it out, dropping his hand.

Buck lurches forward, the other cucumber flying off his face “He what?!”

You squeal and nod your head fast “I- I was awake a bit sooner than I let him know and oh my god Buck. Oh. My. God. He’s-“ you look around like for some reason he’s gonna hear it “he’s huge” you whisper

Buck snickers, blowing on the nails on his other hand “Yeah I know we had a whole drunken measuring contest it was the funniest thing in the entire world. Are you telling me you felt it?”

Your cheeks flush even more and you nod your head slowly “Yeah…but that’s not even the whole of it because we started having a pillow fight and-“ you stop for a second, and Buck gestures wildly

“And?!?!”

“Okay but this part is embarrassing to tell you!”

“You once had to hold my hand while I got an anal exam because I was pushing too hard when we were younger. I don’t think anything is as embarrassing as that.”

You laugh hard, your body shaking as you wheeze and fall into the couch, remembering when you were teenagers. He was mortified the entire time because the nurse was cute as hell. Of course they had to be cute.

“Okay!” You wipe your eyes carefully and giggle a bit before taking a deep breath “Okay. Okay. We had a pillow fight and I ended up on top of him and I kind of just… did something? Like it was just supposed to be a joke I swear!!”

“What did you do!”

“I kind of sorta ended up grinding on him”

Buck’s mouth drops wide open and he just stares at you. You groan loudly in embarrassment and fall back on the couch

“What did he do”

You cover your face with your hands and Buck starts beating on your leg

“What did he do?!?!” He yells and you kick at him, fighting back

“He moaned! Okay god he moaned!”

Buck squeals, which is impressive to say the least and you roll off the couch in embarrassment

3:45 pm

“He moaned, can you believe that?!”

You, Buck and Maddie are on the couch eating lunch. She came over to drop off some stuff for him and brought lunch for the three of you. Buck spent the last 20 minutes retelling all the details you’d told him, and Maddie is listening with wide eyes.

“And you two didn’t do anything else?” She asks, stabbing at her chicken

“How many times do I have to tell you guys! No! We ate breakfast and that was it!” You stab at your own, glaring at the two of them and they’re both giggling at you

“You guys are literally so cute I could die” Buck sighs “I can’t wait to be related to Eddie it’s gonna be so fun”

Maddie laughs at him “Oh my god, you’re gonna scare her!”

“Related?! That’s not too fast?! I don’t even know his middle name!”

“He doesn’t have one. I’m thinking maybe a spring wedding? Or fall. You hate the heat which is hilarious considering he’s a Texas boy”

“Imagine Eddie with a cowboy hat” Maddie says

Buck perks up in his seat “With his shirt off? I’ve got a picture of that actually”

You all crowd around his phone as he goes through his “Eddie” folder. He’s got a lot of pictures of him. “Have you ever seen him shirtless? You need to see him shirtless”

“I literally slept with him shirtless” you mumble and Buck’s hand freezes. You slap your hand over your mouth and he and Maddie immediately pounce, screaming

“You! Left! That! Shit! Out!” Buck yells at you and Maddie points an accusatory finger

“What were you wearing?!!”

4:45 pm

Buck drags you to Target. Okay so it’s not really dragging when Target is literally the best place on earth and you’re eager to go with, he had to pick up some stuff for dinner. After dramatically singing all the way there you stop at the Starbucks first. You’re looking up at the menu from afar when someone covers your eyes

“Guess who”

He says in a weird high pitched voice

“My 7th grade math teacher?” You giggle and Buck snorts

“Wasn’t he a dude?”

“That’s a horrible guess, why would you guess that” Eddie snickers as he pulls you into his chest and hugs you. Your cheeks flush and Buck watches the two of you, all giddy and trying to hide it

“Can you quick stalking us” Buck pulls him away from you and you turn around, looking up at him. He looks relaxed in a white tank top with a flannel on and jeans. God it’s a good look on him too, those quarter length sleeves are to die for.

“We literally have each other on life 360? It’s impossible not to stalk you. Not that I actually was. Just needed a few things”

“Do you have Y/N?”

Buck takes Eddie’s phone from his back pocket

“No? Are you- you’re gonna- yeah okay sure”

Eddie rolls his eyes as Buck turns his back to them to add you

“Anyway… how are you? Having a nice day?” His hands rest on your shoulders before pulling you into his chest again for a hug

“Miss you, pretty girl” he says quietly, running a hand over your back.

Your cheeks flush as you bury your head in his chest “Miss you too…and yeah we’re having fun! Just like old times” you smile up at him, your chin on his chest.

He strokes your hair, just…looking at you. It makes you nervous inside, a good kind of nervous.

“You know what you want? I’ll get it for you”

“Oh no- no that’s okay” You say quickly “I got it”

“Actually I’ve got it” Buck hands Eddie back his phone and pulls you into his arms protectively

“No Eddie’s allowed, we talked about this” He scolds him and Eddie rolls his eyes, putting his hands up

“I know, I know I’ll back off. I’ll see you later cutie… and Y/N” He makes a little face at Buck, and you snort before waving at him

“See you later”

“See you later” Buck mocks you in a high pitched voice as you order your drinks. You punch him in the side and he laughs, dragging you over to go wait at the end

“So what are we having tonight?” You ask as you awkwardly and a bit embarrassingly climb into the cart. Buck holds it down for you as you get comfy

“Just spaghetti and meatballs, I know you miss my recipe”

You sigh dreamily when he hands you your drink and pushes the cart “Oh god you’re right”

“Exactly”

He walks around the store, pushing you along and throwing ingredients at you instead of into the cart and snickering as he does it.

“Would you stop that!” You yell as you catch the Parmesan before it smacks you in the face

“Do you know how long it’s been since I was able to torture you? Honey I have years to catch up on!”

“Okay well you know what, don't go crying to Maddie like you always did when I get you back. And I will get you back Evan”

“I’d like to see you try”

Payback comes in the form of giving Buck a wedgie in the parking lot.

Maddie calls you 15 minutes later.

5:25 pm

“You think Eddie will like his tamagotchi?”

You’re sitting in the front seat of Buck’s jeep as he drives over to Eddie’s house. You’d found the cute little toys and bought the newest ones. Yes they cost a pretty penny but Buck chipped in and you guys bought three. One for each of you

“I think he’ll like it because it’s from us” He chuckles, pulling into Eddie’s driveway. He stops the car, leaving it running.

“Remember, in and out. We still have to make dinner”

“Aye aye Captain” you salute him as you jump out. Before you even raise your hand to knock, the front door is opened. Eddie leans against the frame, crossing his ankles.

“I didn’t… even-“ it’s embarrassing the way you gape at his chest. He’s shirtless now, sweatpants hanging low on his hips.

He holds his phone up, shaking it “Buck texted. Whatcha doin here sugar cube? Miss me that much?” He slips his phone back in his pocket, crossing his arms over his broad chest and you know you’re drooling and you also know, in your heart Buck absolutely set this up.

“I uh…I-“

Eddie snickers and steps away for a second, coming back with a hoodie on.

“Use your words, Princess. Focus now”

Oh god he’s such a little shit

“Oh neither of you deserve shit!” You say, shoving the gift bag in his hands and practically running back to the jeep. Buck is laughing his ass off as he drives away with you punching him in the side

5:55 pm

Triple C: Sent 1 Attachment

I've named it Apollo

6:03 pm

You giggle as you stare at the picture on your phone, you never actually expected him to play with it, which is stupid considering you bought it for him. Buck is making you babysit his while he makes dinner. You’re both tempted to buy one for Chim.

6:45 pm

“Have you considered moving in with me?” Buck asks as he serves you both a plate of spaghetti you frown a little and set the tamagotchi down on the table

“Yes. If I’m being honest. It seems… a bit more ideal than sharing a house with a married couple and a baby… but you don’t really have the space for me here and before you say it- there’s no way in hell I’m making you sleep on the couch! This is your house Buck”

“First of all,” he puts Parmesan on your spaghetti and pushes the plate towards you “I honestly wouldn’t mind the couch if it meant you staying here. Please Y/N that is an option and I’m willing to make that sacrifice for you… maybe we can share the bed! We’ve had to before, we know we can. Second of all, please don’t shut me down right away. But have you given any thought as to staying with Eddie? Like have you actually? Because that’s a really good option. What if you went between our places? You know… part time there, part time here. You’re not a burden Y/N. Not in any way, shape or form.”

“I feel like one, sometimes I feel like I shouldn’t have come here” You tell him, playing with your spaghetti, twirling it on your fork. “In all honesty Evan?… I want to move in with Eddie. He’s the best option, I know that. But it seems so serious making that move and I’m very nervous about what it could do to whatever the hell our friendship is. I don’t… have many friends Buck, you know that... I never have. I don’t want to lose him because we can’t stand living together”

“I really don’t think that’s going to happen. He’s really serious about you taking his spare room Y/N. It’s just collecting dust at this point. Hell, what if I moved in with him instead! And you took this place? I sleep on his couch more often than I do here” he says, chuckling a little as he digs in to his spaghetti

You’re a bit stunned to say the least. You love the studio. But kicking Buck from his own place is too much, and you know your cousin would do it for you in a heartbeat. It’s been a long time since anyone has done anything for you out of love.

“You know I love you and Maddie right?” You say a little teary eyed and he coos softly at you, coming around the table and hugging you

“Oh come onnn…don’t cry” He says softly, smiling “You’re gonna make me cry! Just think over your options and let us know what you decide okay?”

8:19 pm

You’re sat on the couch, your legs in Buck’s lap. He’s carefully painting your toenails to match your fingernails.

“Okay explain to me again why Simon is pretending like he can’t get Daphne pregnant?”

He asks as he blows softly. You tilt your head to him carefully, trying not to muss up the pink clay mud mask you’ve got on.

“Because he doesn’t want kids cause of his shitty dad and since Daphne hasn’t had sex or even been taught about it she doesn’t realize homie is just pulling out”

Buck nods slowly, turning back to the screen. Your phone rings and you grab it awkwardly, putting it on speaker

“Hi Eddie, you’re on speaker” you say, your words a little garbled with the inability to move your face as much

“Hey Sugar cube, hey Buck”

“Eddie this better be good I swear to god” Buck threatens him as he pauses the show. You giggle a little and you can hear Eddie scoff.

“I was actually calling for you, asshole. You didn’t answer your phone”

“I’m busy”

“Doing what?”

“Painting Y/Ns nails. This requires precision, asshole. What did you want?”

You giggle at them as you hold your phone out for Buck and he makes a little face at you

“You’ve never painted my nails” He says, sounding hurt

“You’ve never asked” Buck sasses him back

“Fine Buck, will you paint my nails”

“If you come here literally right now? Yes.”

“Bro, bet”

“Wait I’m not-“ before you can say anything Eddie hangs up. You sigh and set your phone down, crossing your arms over your chest

“I thought you wanted today to be just us” you say, your eyes narrowed. “And i'm not dressed! I don’t even have a bra on!”

“Okay, first of all, it’s my house, my rules, you wear whatever you want. Second of all…Does it bother you? Cause we can call him back. I just…. He’s my best friend and I miss him”

You lay back on the couch, laughing “Can’t go one day without your bestie huh?”

“They call us Buddie for a reason”

You decide to put one on just in case

8:54 pm

Eddie doesn’t just come over, he brings snacks. He opens the door, letting himself in, because of course he has a key

“Honey I’m home”

He shucks off his shoes and tosses his coat down. He sets the bags on the coffee table and starts taking things out, chips and pretzels, some candy and a couple different ice creams he puts in the freezer.

You move your legs from Bucks lap and Eddie sits in the middle of you two

“Bestie” He nods at Buck

“Sugar cube” he winks at you

Buck holds up four different face masks and he picks the refreshing pomegranate mask and you put a matching headband in his hair. Buck paints the mask on and the three of you curl up on the couch together, he wiggles his fingers at Buck who smirks and takes his hand, starting on his cuticles

“You wanna pick the color?” He asks, leaning his head on your shoulder. You smile at him when he hands you the box of nail polish and you start to rummage through it. You grab two colors, one that matches Buck and one that matches yours and hand them to Buck

10:32 pm

Eddie holds both you and Buck as you cry into his chest over Anthony’s dad. He tears up a little too

11:42 pm

“Why can’t I just be the judge?” You groan softly as Buck puts the joycon around your wrist

“Because we dance together as a family”

Both boys school you in just dance and they laugh about it and make fun of you when you throw popcorn at them.

Watching Eddie dance to “Treasure” by Bruno Mars is fun and it’s even better when he sings it to you. You’re halfway convinced Buck is picking all the dances he’s good at just to impress you because he doesn’t miss a beat

12:27 am

Buck goes to the bathroom, and you dance to “Havana” with Eddie, he doesn’t have to stare into your eyes the way he does, but he couldn’t look away even if he wanted to.

Buck watches quietly, leaning against the wall. The song ends and Eddie pulls you up his body, still staring into your eyes, his hands holding your waist firmly. Your heart is beating out of your chest and not just from the dance

“Man, I told you learning this dance was gonna come in handy one day!” Buck fist pumps the air and you groan loudly, crashing against Eddie’s chest

1:30 am

Buck clings to you and you cling to Eddie as the three of you pass out in Bucks bed

Thank you random person in the photo 🤣🤣

[puck-luck]

christmas card 2038

june 25, 2037: topsail, NC. annual hughes family vacation.

Bea was hoping that after six years, family photos would get easier. She’s not asking for much, she doesn’t think– only one nice photo per year for the front of her Christmas card. It doesn’t even have to be that nice. She just wants all four kids to be looking at the camera and, in an ideal world, smiling. The smiling isn’t necessary though. All of her boys inherited Quinn’s ability to smile only when they’re genuinely happy, but not when she asks them to. In fact, their genuine smiles usually fade when she whips her camera out. It’s super frustrating, but they’re perfect, so Bea doesn’t mind all that much.

It’s a futile wish for one great family photo. She always leaves the impromptu (sometimes planned) shoot with a barely concealed eye roll. Quinn is the more patient parent of the two of them, so he tries to take the lead after Bea gives up on photos. The kids, except Patrick, like him better anyway– which does sting a little since Bea literally carried each of them for nine months and birthed them. She’s glad that she has one who will love up on her and cuddle on the couch, though.

Her mistake this photoshoot is that the kids are hungry. They’re at the beach, on their annual beach trip before they go to Litchton and hang out with the Zegras family until Quinn has to head back to Vancouver for the start of the season, and they’re two hours out from dinner. Luke refused to eat his PB&J on the beach today, deciding that he suddenly doesn’t like peanut butter anymore, which is weird because Bea packed a PB&J for him weekly during school this spring and he always ate the whole thing. Because he didn’t eat a lot of lunch, her oldest is crabby.

Her youngest is crabby too. She didn’t take a nap today. She was fighting sleep away like she’s in the UFC, all because she wanted Quinn to hold her while she slept. The thing that she doesn’t understand, only being 16 months old, is that there are three little boys who are also vying for Quinn’s attention. They’re all just as obsessed with Quinn as Bea is and, somehow, he’s a master of the chaos. Usually, he’d strap Daphne to his back in the baby carrier and keep playing with the boys– which would give Bea a break– but they forgot the carrier.

Her second mistake is putting the two crabby kids together. Luke is the only one who is old enough to actually carry Daphne and, on a normal day, he’s very patient with her. He’s like Quinn that way. Today, though, he’s annoyed by the littlest thing. That won’t be solved until he gets his plate of chicken tenders and fries at the restaurant. Unfortunately, the “littlest thing” that’s annoying him is his sister, who is trying to wiggle out of his arms because she’s on an independent kick. Either she wants to stand by herself or she wants to run out of the picture towards Quinn, who is cleaning up all of their beach toys behind Bea. She’s already succeeded in escaping twice and both times Quinn has dutifully returned her to the photoshoot. Despite all of the factors while taking this photo, Bea is determined not to give up before she gets one usable picture.

“Caleb, baby, look at the camera,” Bea calls, snapping her fingers to try and get her three-year-old’s attention. She’s rounding up. His third birthday is in two weeks. It’s just easier to say he’s three now– and it’s a way to prepare her for the actual day. Bea hates that her babies are getting older. She wants them to stay tiny and sweet and darling forever.

The little blonde is distracted, looking up at the sky with an open mouth. He raises one chubby finger, pointing up. “Mommy, airplane,” he observes excitedly. 

“I see it, so cool! Look at me, okay?” Bea musters up some fake excitement– when she’s not trying to take a photo, she’d be happy to look at the airplane with Caleb. He’s been very into them lately, to the point that Bea has a flight radar app on her phone because Caleb would rather look at that than one of the many games she has downloaded. Normal kids find a video to watch, like their favorite TV show, but Caleb always goes for the radar.

He does not look at her, dumbfounded by the plane above him. It’s one of those planes that starts silent and roars long after it disappears over the horizon. Bea swears she only hears these kinds of planes when she’s at the beach– it must be something to do with the water. 

She sees the disaster coming before it hits. Caleb, so enraptured by the departing plane, is startled by the loud sound of the engine. His big eyes go from excited to scared, face crumpling in slow motion. He brings his little hands up to his ears and covers them, stomping in place and wailing in discomfort. He looks to Bea, finally, but she doesn’t want to take a photo of this expression.

He’s on the move before she can snap a picture anyway. He runs toward her, a little wobbly as all toddlers are, and crashes into her legs. He buries his face in Bea’s knees, hiding from the big, scary noise, and she can feel the fat tears that are coming on. 

“Okay,” Bea decides, shoving her phone into the band of her swimsuit bottoms and reaching down to get a grip under Caleb’s armpits. She picks him up with a little bounce and sets him on her other hip. Caleb wraps his arms around her neck and continues hiding, his crying only slightly muffled by her skin. He’s got quite a pair of lungs on him, so Bea tries not to wince as he bawls right into her ear. “I’m calling it. Go get Daddy.”

Luke drops Daphne immediately. She was already just a few inches from the ground, having gone limp in his arms in another effort to slide from his grip and escape. It’s something that Bea would normally berate Luke for, but she’s got her hands full and Daphne is a lot more durable than she seems. She’s very tough, but Bea supposes that’s what happens when you have three older brothers who like to play and roughhouse in Quinn’s shooting room more than their own playroom.

All three of them take off towards Quinn, who is squatting down to get all of their miniature shovels and sandcastle toys into the big bucket. They overwhelm him, knocking him to the ground and dogpiling on. Even Patrick joins in and he’s the one who is glued to Bea’s side 90% of the time. 

Quinn fakes a dramatic yell as he goes down. He’s quick to turn the tides on the kids, his fingers ticking over their laughing bodies until they’re trying to get away. He wraps his arms around all three of them, squishing them all together, and he rolls so that they’re underneath him. Quinn blows a raspberry against each of their bellies before he releases them. 

Bea watches the scene unfold with a little smile on her face, but she’s more focused on patting Caleb’s back and rocking him. “It’s okay, sweetheart. The plane didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Too loud,” Caleb complains tearfully. “Hurt my ears, Mommy.”

“These ears?” Bea asks, turning her head and peppering kisses all over the side of Caleb’s face. It makes him giggle, the best sound in the entire world, and he turns his head away. Bea attacks his other ear then, pecking and nuzzling Caleb’s soft skin until he raises his hands and tries to push her away. Even then, she showers him in a couple more kisses just because she can. 

“Nooo,” Caleb drawls, covering Bea’s lips with both of his hands for good measure. “No more kisses.”

Bea sticks her tongue out and makes contact with his tiny palm.

Surprised, Caleb removes his hands. He’s not crying anymore, but there are tear tracks on his chubby cheeks. 

Bea raises her hand and wipes them away with her thumb. “No more kisses,” she agrees. Instead, she follows Quinn’s lead and blows a raspberry against his neck.

Caleb shrieks out a laugh and hugs Bea’s neck again, turning away from her face and laying his head on her shoulder. Bea wraps her arms around him in a hug and bounces him slightly, humming his favorite song as she rocks him. 

“Everything okay?” Quinn asks, walking over to Bea despite being weighed down by three of their kids. Luke is hanging off his back, arms around Quinn’s neck. Patrick is in one arm and Daphne is in the other.

God, he’s strong. Quinn’s handsomeness is the reason they’ve got four babies already. Bea has got to get back on birth control. The condoms are no fun, but she’ll be damned if there’s a fifth baby in their future. Four is fine– one child for each of their hands to hold– but five is too many. Honey already thinks Bea is crazy for having four, swearing that she’s done after this next one. 

Bea really hopes that Honey pops while they’re in Litchton. She wasn’t able to be there when Hayden was born, since it was during the season and she needed to be in Vancouver, but Bea really wants to be there when Baby #2 is born. She wants to be the first to know if it’s a girl or a boy. She’s hoping for a girl. Honey and Trevor want it to be a surprise.

Patrick reaches for Bea, wanting to be on her hip now that Caleb isn’t crying. Quinn leans in and passes him to Bea, filling her other arm. He pulls her phone from the band of her swimsuit, sliding it into the pocket of his board shorts. With a free hand now, Quinn smooths his palm over Bea’s behind. It always makes Bea swoon when he touches her intimately in such a casual way, but especially since she’s had four babies. He still thinks she’s the hottest woman alive, regularly telling her such once they’ve managed to get all the kids in bed for the night and collapsed into their own. 

Bea thinks that Quinn being a good dad is sexy, but her opinion is nothing compared to how much Quinn dotes on her when she’s being a good mom. Parenthood has its challenges, sure, but they’re doing it together and they love being a team.

“Nothing a little lovin’ couldn’t fix,” Bea replies, tilting her head and waiting for Quinn to meet her lips. 

He does, then pecks a second time because he loves her– it’s something they’ve started doing ever since Luke decided that it’s gross for his parents to say that they love each other. Luke has started to catch onto this secret code too, evidenced by his groaning and how he goes limp on Quinn’s back. He lets his feet dangle towards the ground and, maybe unintentionally but probably not, garrots Quinn in the process. Quinn exaggerates a choke and leans back so that Luke can find his footing on the sand. 

“You guys are gross,” Luke says.

“Hey!” Quinn exclaims, taking his hand off Bea’s ass and catching Luke in a loose headlock. “I’m allowed to be gross with my wife whenever I want.” He leans Daphne forward. “Get him, Ducky. Noogie him!”

Daphne holds herself steady with one hand in the fluffy strands of hair at the base of Quinn’s neck, which breaks Bea’s heart a little bit because of how sweet and gentle she is. She’s such a Daddy’s girl, inheriting Bea’s fascination for the man. Daphne stares at Quinn almost as much as Bea does, probably more often than Bea does since there are three other kids to give attention to. Luke is the worst with attention– he might love his Uncle Luke more than anything, but he pouts a whole lot like Uncle Jack when eyes aren’t on him. Bea thinks it’s because he was their sole child for two years before she had Patrick, and he got used to the attention he’d had as their only baby.

Daphne doesn’t quite understand the concept of a noogie, even though the boys have been trying to teach her this trick since she could make a fist. She kind of just pops Luke on the head, making contact and then waving her fist back and forth the same way she does when she’s trying to untie her shoelaces. She catches his hair in her fist, though, which has to hurt a bit.

Luke, for his part, plays along. “No, Daphne, don’t get me!” He brings his hands to the crook of Quinn’s elbow and pushes, freeing himself. He starts to race up the beach toward the dunes, toward the rented house, and Quinn calls after him.

“You’d better be in the shower by the time I get up to the house!” He calls. “And I’m doing head checks– make sure you wash all the shampoo out this time!”

“Okay!” Luke yells back, scampering up the wooden stairs that lead to the beach.

Quinn turns his attention back to Bea. He pecks her lips once more, then lays a kiss on both Caleb and Patrick’s heads. “Daph and I will finish cleaning up down here. You okay to take care of the boys for a little bit?”

“I take care of all four while you’re on the road,” Bea reminds him with a smile. “I think I can handle three.”

Quinn returns the smile. “Sassy.” His hand returns to her body, same place as before. He gives her ass a little squeeze. “You gonna shower before dinner too?”

“Gotta get this sand off of me somehow,” Bea replies. She shifts the boys in her arms. They’re getting a little restless, poking at each other. These two always bicker– it’s because they’re only a year apart. They’re like Quinn and Jack, or like Cece and Bea. She’d better get up to the house before she’s caught in the middle of a fully fledged fist fight.

Quinn leans in once more, slotting their lips together and holding her there for a second. He tastes nice– like the ocean and a bit of their coconut sunscreen. “Maybe I’ll join you,” Quinn murmurs, patting her behind pointedly before he walks back toward the mess the kids left on the beach. As he walks, he shifts Daphne to his other arm. His voice is soft when he talks to her: “You’re gonna help Daddy, aren’t you, Ducky?” Her hand finds the back of his neck again, keeping him close.

Bea doesn’t know how he’ll manage to join her in the shower, since there are four kids that need to be under constant supervision lest they break something, start fighting, or cause any other problem, but she’ll be happy to let Quinn join her if he finds some solution for that slight dilemma. Maybe they can throw the kids in front of the TV and bring the baby monitor into the shower with them.

[child0feden]

UNDER A NORTHERN SKY

gylve “ fenriz ” nagell x reader

- more general dating headcanons for gylve!

i am still not completely better and i probably wont be until my period comes ends but i felt up to writing today so i got this done, hope you like it anon <3

- requested by anon | view my metal masterlists here and here

reading music recommendations: memories and dreams by steve gabry - sons of northern darkness by immortal

- please let this man ramble to you about really obscure and very unknown bands!

✩ he is just so very passionate about bands and honestly just music in general, he could talk your ear off about it for hours on end if you let him…

- and if you talk back to him about these bands instead of just listening? oh he is just in heaven…

✩ absolutely nothing feels better to him than a partner who both actually listens to him and gives him their opinion on things too!

- even if you have a differing opinion to his on a subject, he is very respectful towards it and actually quite likes discussing it with you and understating why you think so differently

✩ he somehow gets extra talkative when he is high, holy moly does he go absolutely off the rails with his conversations when he is even just a little bit high…

- you two will just be cuddled up on the couch or in your shared bed, the two of you sharing a blunt and the only thing that stops him from talking is when he is taking a quick puff! he cannot be quiet, with how much he talks and the effect of weed, his mouth always gets so insanely dry so you usually give him your water after he has finished his because he is done with his own water within minutes

✩ i can see him really liking a hamster as a pet…

- you guys were probably just walking home from a night out at a local bar one day when he saw it through the pet store window, the little fluff-ball of an animal was staring out at him with those tiny beady eyes and he almost immediately halted in his step, causing you to do the same as your hands were intertwined together

✩ he does not even give you a response when you ask him what is up and why he stopped walking so suddenly, only tightening his grip on your hand before dragging you off towards the pet store with that silly smile on his face

- it did not take long at all for you guys to re-emerge from the pet store with all of the supplies you need and gylve holding the small box containing your new pet child

✩ he holds the box up to his face almost all the way home, talking to the hamster and smiling at it through the air holes

- yeah, he loves it so much! he always has the hamster in his hands or is always letting it crawl all over him as he sits up on the couch all while you laugh whilst watching, not to mention the little plastic hamster ball? he thinks they are so insanely funny for some reason

✩ watching the tiny hamster move around the room in a little plastic ball just tickles something in his brain and he cannot ever get over it, you have caught him just staring down at the fast moving ball with a huge smile on his face and the most contagious laugh leaving his mouth every few seconds

- he absolutely does not smoke around the hamster!

✩ at first he was a little grouchy he would have to go to the window to blow smoke out but anything for his tiny rodent child and their health

- to be honest, he does not even really like smoking in the house at all now that you have the hamster!

✩ so most of the time, you both just go outside for a smoke! he will pull you down onto his lap whilst sitting on a chair with an unlit cigarette hanging from his lips, letting you light it for him as he strokes your back

- when you go to bars together, if you are sat across from him, he always plays footsies with you…

✩ he literally cannot help it, there is just an urge inside of him to have a foot war with you all the time when you are across from him and he takes it so seriously with a big smile on his face

“ shit! you’re getting better… still not good enough to beat the almighty gylve though! ” ( seriously, he has really strangely strong feet and is not afraid to use them )

- maybe this is just projecting but i bet gylve absolutely loves horror games!

✩ he could play them for hours on his ps1 and ps2, he loves letting you cuddle up next to him and play with his long hair whilst he plays resident evil or silent hill

- if you are interested in what is happening in the game, he will definitely pause the game and give you a lengthy ramble about rundown of the story

✩ he pauses because i feel like he would want to give you a good explanation and does not feel he can properly do that when trying to focus on the game too, so he pauses it and puts the controller on his lap before turning to you

- i feel like there is a chance he probably really likes mmo games like diablo and world of warcraft too… please, supply him with food, drinks and some love and support whilst he is raiding…

✩ get this man the world of warcraft cookbook for his birthday and he will be so over the moon about it, he cooks one of the recipes every week with you

- i think after a long while of you guys dating, he would probably get a tattoo dedicated to you! marriage is not really his thing, per say, and he thinks a tattoo dedicated to you is just kind of more meaningful

✩ it would not be anything huge and it would not be super flashy or obscene! most likely, it would just be your name or some reference to you like your favourite type of flower or something referencing your first real date together

- huge bonus points if you have / are not opposed to getting a tattoo and get a matching one with him!

✩ if it is your first ever tattoo, he is so in awe of you! you are getting your first ever tattoo and it is matching with him? a reference to him too? arghhh, it is nearly enough to make him cry but he chokes it back, he just remains to be extremely happy and giddy about it instead

- he definitely holds your hand during the whole process, squeezing three times to signal a silent “ i love you ” whilst talking to you about everything and anything, just trying to distract you from the pain as he strokes your hair back out of your face with his free hand

“ you’re doing so well, you know that? taking it like a champ, baby… damn, even i did worse than you for my first tattoo! ” ( that makes you laugh a little which causes him to flash that gorgeous smile at you )

✩ he is so proud of you when it is finally done too! giving you a flurry of soft kisses on your head and definitely taking you to get some food after, whatever food you want!

- okay, this part is just super self indulgent but if gylve ever found out you had never but really wanted to pet a sheep, he would be all over that for you

✩ you are telling this man you want something so simple and easy and sweet but you have never been able to do it for whatever reason? get out of here, he is making it happen as soon as he possibly can for you

- and he does make it happen, probably by just paying a local farmed some lump of money after a semi awkward interaction

“ well… i don’t know, man… my girlfriend just wants to stroke some sheep, so how much is that? like, can i pay you to let her do that? why she wants to do it isn’t important, just tell me how much ” ( he probably got ripped off so bad and he definitely knows it but whatever, if it is for you then it does not matter but he will stink face the farmer a little )

✩ he takes so many pictures and videos of you with the sheep, he kind of acts like a proud facebook mother but with a shitty disposable camera and handheld camcorder… truly ahead of the curve…

- if you are not originally from norway and take him back to your home country to meet your parents, i can see him being such a suck up to them

✩ kidding, of course! but your mother just absolutely loves him, she thinks he is absolutely adorable and thinks you made a great choice with him

- he is really relaxed and talkative the whole time he is there, he did not really care if your parents did not like him or not, it would not stop him from dating you and loving you

✩ but luckily they do like him and he absolutely thrives when your mother is showing him all of your childhood pictures, he is looking at them with a big goofy smile on his face whilst cracking soft jokes about how you used to look

- he absolutely wants to get a little down and dirty in your childhood bedroom though, he is jumping on the bed and wiggling his eyebrows at you almost as soon as he steps foot in there <3

[tongue-ttied]

my avatrice headcanons cause they’re adorable:

-Ava was the first one to call Beatrice her best friend

-it made Bea’s heart warm and happy knowing she’s that important to Ava, but also sad thinking that’s all she was to her

-Ava wants to know everything (especially little things) about Beatrice so she asks her a lot of questions; she now knows her last name, middle name, zodiac sign, birthday, shoe size, favourite food / colour / animal / song / movie / book, if she’s ever had a pet, if she’s ever broken a bone, etc

-Beatrice learnt to cook at boarding school, Ava can barely boil water

-Beatrice cooks while Ava sits on the counter and snacks on the food

-Ava plays music really loudly in the apartment

-Ava takes a TON of pictures especially of Bea

-Beatrice rereads the same book over and over again because it brings her comfort

-Ava was so excited to drink coffee but she found it way too bitter at the cats cradle and hated it

-Ava drank hot chocolate instead of coffee for the first month in the alps until she found out you can add flavoured creamers to coffee (she still prefers hot chocolate)

-Beatrice drinks a lot of tea, Ava takes a sip every time and hates it every time

-Ava stops to pet every dog or cat she sees

-Ava’s obsessed with cows

-Beatrice has warm hands, Ava has cold hands (i know everyone thinks the opposite but this just makes sense to me)

-Ava always tucks her cold hands up the back of Bea’s shirt to prank her

-when Ava and Beatrice stayed at Jilian’s house they shared a room ; Beatrice helped Ava settle in and then went to leave but Ava shyly asked if Bea could stay with her since she was used to them sharing the same space

-apartment had one bed ; Beatrice offered to sleep on the couch

-eventually they share the bed, Ava loves to cuddle, she curls up into Bea, tucks her cold toes under Bea’s legs, tucks her cold fingers into her shirt, tucks her cold nose into the crook of Bea’s neck

-at first Bea internally freaked out every time Ava did this, but now she can’t sleep without her

-when Beatrice reads, Ava always sits next to her and asks her 100 questions about her book

-after a while when Ava would sit next to her she’d start reading out loud for her, Ava then started laying her head on Beatrice’s lap to listen

-Ava takes a lot of naps / she can fall asleep anywhere

-Beatrice can draw / she totally drew Ava sleeping on their couch

-Beatrice can sing but she’s too shy so she only does it when she thinks she’s alone / Ava’s caught her singing a few times and it’s her favourite thing ever

-Ava always buys trinkets and knickknacks from every little shop she goes to in the Alps to decorate their apartment

-Ava always steals Beatrice’s shirts and sweaters cause she says they’re comfier (she just likes how they smell like Bea)

-Ava tried to cook Bea pancakes and burnt them

-Beatrice got a cold and Ava acted like she was on her deathbed / was a helicopter girlfriend and totally babied her while taking care of her

-Beatrice still has all of Ava’s clothes so she started incorporating some of her pieces into her own wardrobe

-Beatrice still reads out loud even though Ava isn’t there to listen

[birgittesilverbae]

How does it go when babea gets sick for the first time with Mary?

Dropping Bea off at school for the first time? Horrific. Dealing with a sick Bea for the first time? Mary nails it.

There was always a cold or flu or bug bouncing around every foster home she ended up in, and not wanting to leave herself vulnerable by getting sick, Mary'd come up with surefire ways to nip illnesses in the bud. At the first sign of a sniffle, she's putting her foot down and shepherding Bea back to bed despite Bea's protests that she's gotta go to school. She gets her settled into bed with a hot water bottle and leaves Princess curled up next to her to stand guard as she heads down to the corner store to load up on supplies.

Juice and the ginger ale Mary had to scour four shops to find are placed on the bedside table, to wash down the assortment of meds she hands over. Bea eyes them cautiously, but takes them as Mary feels her forehead with the back of her hand, winces at the temperature. She tells Bea to try to get back to sleep, that she'll be back in a bit, then heads for the kitchen to make her mom's chicken noodle soup recipe, firmly memorized over a decade before.

Bea emerges bleary-eyed but fully dressed in one of her little button downs and chinos and trying her best to stand straight. Mary takes one look at her and shoos her back into the bedroom to change into sweats. (Bea: But it's a weekday; Mary: You don't have to dress up for me, kid)

Her shoulders have relaxed a bit when she enters the kitchen again, and she only complains half-heartedly when Mary ruffles her hair. Mary places a bowl of soup in front of her, drops an ice cube in it, and settles in her own chair. She taps her foot against Bea's shin. "Do you want to watch Star Wars or Spider-Man after lunch?"

"It's a school day."

"It's a sick day. Star Wars or Spider-Man?"

"Is there celery in this?"

"No. Don't deflect, Bea, Star Wars or Spider-Man?"

"What about my homework?"

"You're sick. You don't have to do homework when you're sick. Okay?"

Bea sighs, but nods. "Okay. The Amazing Spider-Man."

"Good. Why don't you get settled on the couch while I get cleaned up in here?"

"But that's-"

"No chores when you're sick, either. You've got one thing to do right now, Bea, and that's get better. Nothing else, okay?"

Bea's brow wrinkles, but she nods. "Okay."

They spend the afternoon cuddled on the couch, Bea falling asleep against Mary's arm halfway through the movie. Mary joins her shortly after, and they're both awoken a couple hours later by a knock at the door, followed closely by a buzz from Mary's pocket. She fumbles for her phone, finds a text from Shannon that she's dropped off Thai food for them and some ice cream that she'd better get back into the freezer ASAP. Mary slips out onto the balcony to call down her thanks, and Shannon pauses at the driver's side door of the van to give her a lazy salute.

Bea's rousing from her slouch when Mary steps back into the apartment, rubbing at her eyes, looking curiously at Mary.

"Shannon," Mary says in brief explanation. "Doesn't want to spread whatever bug you picked up to the convent, but she brought food."

Bea smiles, soft and sweet, mumbles something that sounds suspiciously like "love her".

"Are you hungry again now or should we wait a bit to eat?"

"Hmm. Now."

They eat sprawled on the couch this time, Bea only bouncing slightly with her nerves about it, too caught up in digging into her curry. She only manages half her plate, but settles when Mary reassures her that it's fine, it's good, when Mary boxes it back up for the next day.

She gets Bea settled back in bed as evening slides over to night, but can't calm down herself, not with Bea's mumbles and groans the only sound in the apartment. Finally finds herself sitting at Bea's bedside holding her hand, sinking back into the chair as Bea's breathing calms, sliding into sleep herself.

[foulbearobservation]

For the ot4 prompts, how about Ava and Lilith watching as Bea and Cam get highly competitive (affectionate) over something?

I too, get overly competitive when it comes to Sid Meier's Civilization V

"This is a travesty! A complete breakdown of international policy!" Camila cries out.

"You fortified the boarder in 1575, am I not allowed to do the same?" Beatrice says calmly.

"In the atomic era? You're within striking distance of my major commercial hubs. Back off, Beatrice." Camila points dramatically.

Ava is watching this whole thing like it's a tennis match, complete with absentminded popcorn eating from the couch. A shadow looms behind her and she glances back to see Lilith, freshly back from her evening workout.

"What are they arguing about?" Lilith asks, leaning over to steal a handful of popcorn.

"International relations."

An arched eyebrow. "Why are they arguing about international relations on the living room floor?"

Ava points at Camila, who is situated on one end of the coffee table with her laptop in front of her. "Cami is the Dutch empire, she's got better trade routes, cultural exchange, and a superior navy but," Ava moves to point at Beatrice, "Bea is playing the Mongolians, her land fighting forces are superior and her science is just slightly ahead."

Lilith glances around, trying to find a way to make that information make sense and evidently she can't find one. "What the fuck?"

"They've been playing Civilization all day."

"What?"

Ava sighs. "The video game Bea really likes, the nerdy one that's like Risk."

"Oh! Yeah, she tried to get me to play it last week."

"You didn't like it?" Ava asks innocently.

"Do I seem like the type of person to sit still and play a computer game for multiple hours?" Lilith deadpans.

Ava acquiesces the point. "Do you wanna sit here and cuddle with me while we watch the nerds fight it out? They've just reached the atomic era and I think Bea has uranium but she hasn't mentioned it so I think she's planning something sneaky."

"I'm all sweaty." Lilith complains, but still dutifully sits down, letting Ava climb on top of her. "Grab my Switch if you're going to insist on this."

Ava reaches under the couch and pulls out Lilith's Nintendo Switch. "I can't believe you're ignoring me to play video games too, this is so fucked up."

"You're sitting on my lap, I couldn't ignore if you I tried and believe me, I've tried." Lilith grumps.

The argument at the coffee table reignites. "If you plunder that trade route I swear to Mother Superion, I will start an all out war." Camila warns. "There will be no survivors!"

"Mutually assured destruction is no way to run a civilization, Camila."

[uolivegb]

modern!LU headcannons that are all real and credible because i said so, pt. 1

i am not the sole brainstormer! creds are also due for my lovely friends @hyrules-feral-hero and @nihilistic-wobbufet they are hilarious

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WIND: has been obsessed with thomas the train since he was a kid and just never grows out of it, and its his biggest secret because he never wants anyone to find out or he would never recover from the embarrassment. he has a sizeable collection of memorabilia, and if like mcdonalds or some other fast food chain were to do themed toys, you already KNOW my boy is out there grinding for happy meals. he would babysit time and malon's son for the sole reason of being able to watch thomas and friends in public and have nobody shame him because "the baby likes it." even if said baby has been passed out for like two hours in his arms and wind is still in the middle of his marathon, doesnt even matter. time and malon ask him to go home? no, you fools, season four isnt over yet. he was also extremely distressed with the 3D models when they were introduced, and he would absolutely protest against them like pokemon genwunners.

he listens to all sorts of music, but especially loves bubblegum pop and nightcore circa like 2009. this, of course, is a wonderful contrast to his baby sister aryll's taste in music, which despite her innocently pastel sense of style is almost exclusively death metal (and the battle for the aux cord is brutal).

FOUR: casual twitch gamer, began his whole career while watching wind play fnaf one time and literally like six months after he started his own channel it BLEW UP and now he has a gajillion followers on his streams and on youtube. he likes to play kirby and metroid. despite the fame, his attitude remains casual, which is part of the reason why people like him so much. hed just show up on a random tuesday morning wearing his shirt backwards and be like "hi guys today im going to break my world record speedrun time" and then he just Does It. iconic king.

he has heterochromia, and his eyes flash different colors when a certain one is fronting (?), unrealistic in modern standards i know but just roll with it. vio especially loves gaming, and whenever people in chat ask why the literal hell his eyes seem to change color all the time, four just plays it off like "trick of the light. it just be like that" and no further comment. he has the most casual schedule ever but he pulls in absolute BANK.

also plans on one day learning how to blow glass. he thinks its so cool (because it is.)

TWILIGHT: professional wrestler who used to be a gym bro, just cause he's so good at it. is swole af and even though he's short he is super intimidating, and since due to publicity most people know that he's capable of bodyslamming someone twice his own weight most strangers will not approach him. heaven above forbid if he is there to witness somebody getting mugged or something- he goes rabid (one might even describe him as wolfish ;)) (said occurrence has happened twice. both times, he was offered a date afterwards but he said no cause hes

A. awkward, and

B. YEARNING for his old high school crush midna.)

whenever he gets back to his place, he throws on hello kitty slippers, plops down sideways on his couch, and cuddles his newest baby- a tiny white kitten he named marie (like from the aristocats. its his favorite movie, even though he tells everyone else who asks that its die hard.) just an enormous soft dork, a himbo, if you will

HYRULE: ABSOLUTELY a park ranger, and he adores his job!!! just picture him in like khakis and big stompy boots (i know, so cute!), and his knees and forearms are covered in colorful bandaids cause hes in the woods so much! he likes to give tours the most, and will go on and on about bear safety and how to read trail maps (despite never using them himself lol)

he would go up to a bear and be like "this is richard, hes chill, he gave me a pinecone once so now i like to think we are married" and all the people on the tour are like "isnt it dangerous to get up close to a bear like that?" and hyrules like "yes <3"

always mild mannered, except for when he finds poachers or traps laid out. i'll just leave that there.

WILD: you already KNOW my boy is a sous chef at some uppity restaurant, and hes the best damn cook there. he likes to goof off a lot which makes his superiors kinda hate him, but none of them can do anything about it because he is the singular reason why the restaurant has so many glowing reviews, and its super common for customers to ask for him by name so they can meet him. he just kinda messes around and does his own thing and is incredibly unpredictable, but he more or less runs the show because they cant just fire him, so days at work would go as follows:

"you cant film tiktoks in the break room 15 minutes before rush hour, we need you at the stove!"

"yeah no ill only be like 10 minutes this one is gonna be so funny i have to make it now"

"thats not what i said-"

(the superiors are both baffled and Very Done when his tiktoks actually bring in more customers.)

wild knows the power he holds and more or less has a freelance schedule, like if he forgot he made plans with the chain on a day hes supposed to come in? not a problem, he can just call and have them make a coworker cover him. because its not like they can fire him. as a result of this he becomes like some sort of kitchen cryptid, nobody knows where he comes from or when he comes he is just There. customers will be like "is the tiktok chef in today?" and there are several sighs and a resounding groan before somebody else answers "....yes."

~

anywho this just came about after a random brainrot conversation, but we agreed that theyre too good not to share. enjoy! xoxo

[promisedneverwrite]

Knight in Charmeuse Silk

Masterlist

A/N:  A Poppy x Mc fic where ina tries to flirt with mc and Poppy and Mc are dating so poppy gets jealous and tells her to back off and mc gets happy requested by my buddy K :)

Poppy tapped her heeled foot on the floor for what seemed like forever, waiting outside of the Anthropology building. She and Bea had agreed to go out for lunch today, making good on an old promise Poppy made to Bea that she would come to eat at some mom and pop diner Bea had found. Bea looked really happy to have found it so Poppy couldn’t really refuse when her face looked so excitedly cute. 

“They even have hotdish Pop, look!” Poppy looked over at the phone as she rested on Bea’s chest cuddled together on the couch after finishing a movie in the pool house. It had it’s own media room and Poppy made sure to use the house to its potential without the whole of Belvoire looking at them. 

“What’s that?” Poppy smiled up at her amused as Bea went into a whole rant about ingredients in a true hotdish and how to prepare it correctly.

“And peas! you got to have... I’m sorry I’m probably running your ear off.” Bea looked embarrassed, face turning red. Poppy smiled and kissed her jaw curling closer to Bea’s warm body.

“No, I like hearing you talk it’s nice.” Bea smiled kissing her forehead and snuggling closer as well, arms wrapping around Poppy’s smaller frame.

“Well look at you miss sweet talker, I’ve been rubbing off on you too much.” Poppy snorted moving back and sitting up and moving until she straddled Bea’s lap. Bea raised a brow but was curious to where this was going.

 “Not enough.” Bea smiled up at her still laying against the couch, putting her hands on Poppy’s hips and shifting her hips up into her a bit.

“Care to remedy that?”

Poppy smiled to herself remembering the memory when the sound of the doors to the anthro building opened and Bea came out. Poppy smiled until she saw how anxious Bea looked as Professor Kingsley came walking after her.

“Bea, I really enjoyed reading your paper, I’d really like to talk more in depth about your findings.” Poppy watched Bea stiffen as Professor Kingsley touched her arm to stop her. Poppy felt her eyes narrow at how Kingsley’s hand stayed as they stopped walking. 

“Oh... I’m sure it’s nothing you don’t already know Professor.” Poppy watched Bea shift, Bea never did like one on one conversations with professors. She got nervous and Poppy knew she hated the feeling. 

“I truly would like to know how you got to your conclusion, maybe over coffee this weekend if you’re free?” Bea stuttered and Poppy had enough.

“Babe!” Bea turned to her and relief filled her face as she rushed over to her hugging her middle, hiding her face in Poppy’s neck for comfort. Poppy hugged her while keeping her eyes narrowed on Kingsley who watched them uncomfortably.

“Help.” Bea mumbled into her neck. Poppy turned her attention to Bea pushing her away a bit to hold her face in her hands and pull her in for a kiss. Poppy smiled into the kiss as Bea responded with a happy hum relaxing into it holding her waist close. Poppy opened one of her eyes glancing at Kingsley pointedly. Mine. Kingsley coughed uncomfortably before walking off getting the message. Bea and Poppy continued to make out until Poppy had to breathe. 

“Okay okay, I’m happy to see you too.” Poppy laughed as Bea peppered her face with kisses. 

“I love you.” Poppy smirked and pecked her lips one last time.

“I know.” Bea snorted. Poppy looked Bea over and had to take a minute to appreciate how well she was dressed today. No wonder Kingsley was all over her.

“Can you at least try not to be so...” Bea blinked.

“Soo?” Poppy waved her hand dismissively.

“So you.” Bea scrunched her face, a cute little crinkle forming in between her brows putting her hand out for Poppy to take.

“First of all rude you like waved at all of me, and second you act like I had a choice in that.” Poppy rolled her eyes and took Bea’s hand, intertwining their hands while walking to the parking lot.

“I just don’t like when people touch you in front of me.” Bea smiles at her kissing her temple as they walk. Poppy can feel heat rising in her cheeks.

“You came to my rescue, my knight in charmsoos silk.” Poppy snorted at the mispronunciation.

“It’s charmeuse baby.” Bea blinked.

“That’s what I said.” Poppy shook her head laughing to herself before kissing her girlfriend again.

“I love you.” Bea smiled dopely.

“I love you to bibi.” Poppy gave her another kiss just because she was being cute. It was hard to resist kissing her when she looked at her like that. 

“Are we still on for our lunch date.” Bea hummed.

“Hmm well usually in fairy tales the knight sweeps the damsel in distress in her arms and carries them away.” Poppy laughs as Bea dramatically puts one hand over her head in a faux faint pose.

“I’m not carrying you, you’ll crush me.” Bea laughs and pulls her in for a hug, both of them swaying from side to side. Poppy allows it, for now.

“Under the weight of my love~” Bea puckers her lips and Poppy pushes her face away then, how cheesy could she be.

“You’re so annoying.” Bea only laughs and smiles at her.

“Annoyingly yours.” Poppy feels her heart warm.

“Yes mine.” Bea grins.

“Well if you’re not going to carry me I’ll just carry you instead.” Bea easily picks Poppy up into her arms, one arm under her legs and the other supporting her back. Poppy instinctively puts her arms around Bea’s neck as she is lifted.

“Put me down.” Bea kisses her and it makes her a dizzy as they separate.

“Nope!” Bea walks unhindered as she carry’s Poppy across the quad for all to see. Poppy hides in her neck, and Bea kisses her head.

“I can walk myself, stop being embarrassing.”

“But I must carry my princess.” Bea says reverently, Poppy peeks back out from Bea’s neck in amusement.

“Oh so I’m the princess now? And who are you supposed to be my knight.” Bea grins wickedly and Poppy feels a slight bit nervous about the why.

“Nope! I’m the beast that’s gonna have my wicked way with you as soon as we get to my secret lair!” Poppy laughs genuinely at that smacking Bea’s shoulder playfully.

“Your such a dork, Put me down!” Bea cackles as she runs to the parking lot.

“To the victor go the spoils!” Poppy keeps laughing at the ridiculousness of her girlfriend, until she notices they arrived in the parking lot.

“This is not even where your ‘secret lair’ is.” Bea grins taking out her keys to her truck and clicked it open with a beep.

“Nope, but we’ve never had sex in the car yet.” Poppy’s eyes darkened as Bea looked at her intensely. 

That hotdish could wait, they had all the time in the world anyways. 

[samanthadalton]

So we meet again part 3 (finale)

pairings: Poppy x Bea

the last part of the series! hope you guys enjoy this❤️(also i marked parts as flashbacks in case it gets confusing, also i didnt read over it thoroughly so i apologise for any mistakes) 

NSFW, bit of swearing 

taglist: @cloud9in @somewillwin @alleycat97 @baexpoppy @save-me-the-last-dance @helpconfusedpersonhere @dopeyouth @iamsimpforpoppy @alexlabhont @thedaft1 @veenast @cloakanddaggerthings @crazzyplays 

wordcount: 3.5k (a nice long ending ig) 

part 1 and part 2 is available in case you need a refresher Part 1 Part 2

*Flashback* 

After the Christmas Party, the lines between Poppy’s rules had been beginning to blur, with the two women meeting up more often and Poppy would even sneak over to Bea’s dorm, granted if Zoey wasn’t there. Poppy would let Bea stay for cuddling, for they would skip sex and go straight to just holding each other in either comfortable silence or talk about anything and everything.  

“So where’s new money?” Poppy takes the hood of her coat, as she enters the dorm, conspicuously glancing around the apartment. 

“She’s gone to LA for a bit to be with her mom. Come let’s go to my room.” Bea nods towards the strawberry blonde, and Poppy saunters past her, already on her way to the room. Bea follows, a wolfish grin on her face as she pushes Poppy against her bedroom door, placing her lips against hers, for a long kiss. 

“Eager are we Farmsville?” Poppy breaks the kiss, her eyes burning into Bea’s, her eyes gleaming with amusement. Bea answers with a kiss, her fingers gripping at Poppy’s sides, as her eyes burn with desire. Bea leads her to the bed, pushing the strawberry blonde onto the bed before covering her body with hers, already locked in a passionate embrace.

“Bea…” Poppy moans out, as Bea scrapes her teeth against her neck, before softly biting down. Bea smiles against her neck, kissing up to her jaw, her eyes meet Poppy’s, full of admiration. She leans down, nipping at Poppy’s lips as her hands find her way under her clothes, stroking the junctures of her hips eliciting goosebumps. She makes quick word of stripping Poppy of her clothes, before taking off her own, wildly throwing them around the bedroom as she kisses Poppy with great intensity. Bea presses her knee between Poppy’s legs, as Poppy slowly rocks her hips against it, deepening the friction. “God!” Poppy screams out, as Bea begins alternating between kissing and biting as she moves down her body, until her head lies between the strawberry blonde’s legs. 

Bea slowly rubs Poppy’s thighs, slowly pulling them apart as she gives a teasing lick to her inner thigh, evoking a sharp intake of breath from Poppy. “Do you like that?” Poppy violently nods her head, her fingers intertwining in Bea’s hair, pulling her head closer. Bea begins sucking lightly at Poppy’s button, her fingers teasing Poppy’s entrance before dipping inside, pumping in and out. Poppy’s toes curl as she lets out a loud moan, her head thrown back. 

The room is quiet, excluding the heavy panting of the two women, as Bea moves up onto the bed, her arm snaking around Poppy’s waist, pulling her closer. Poppy subconsciously begins drawing lazy shapes against Bea’s stomach, lost in thought. 

“You okay?”

“Hmm?” 

“Are you okay?” 

Poppy shudders, moving closer to Bea, “just a little cold.” 

“I can fix that,” Bea shuffles off her bed, moving towards her closet before pulling a hoodie off a hanger before throwing it at the strawberry blonde, “here.” 

“I’m not wearing that.” 

“Fine stay cold.” Bea nonchalantly shrugs before getting back into the bed. 

Poppy stares at the hoodie, contemplative for a few moments, before sighing heavily, before sliding off the bed, putting the hoodie on. She pulls down at the hem slightly, the size of the hoodie making her seem smaller than usual. 

Bea’s eyes languidly roams Poppy’s body, “see, fit for a queen.” 

*Present* 

Over the next couple of months, Bea and Poppy had been going on more dates, enjoying each other’s company and reigniting their past passion while exploring the new depths of their relationship. However it wasn’t always good, old habits die hard and with Poppy and Bea, they had a lot of bad habits. 

“I just don’t get why it’s such a big deal!” Bea runs a tired hand over her face, clearly drained from the argument. 

Poppy huffs, standing a little straighter, anger written all over her face, “because it is! Excuse me if I don’t want my personal life advertised to the world.” 

“You do that everyday on your Picta. Just admit it, you don’t want people to know we’re dating, just like in college.” 

“God can you let that go? We were different people back in college, it’s not the same thing.” Poppy clenches her jaw, balling her fists up as she stares down Bea, not willing to back down. 

Bea holds eye contact for a few more moments before breaking it, training her eyes to the ground. “I don’t want to keep fighting,” she mumbles out before stalking towards the front door, opening it. 

“Where are you going?” Poppy asks, her voice quiet. 

Bea sighs, her body visibly deflating, “I just need some air.” She walks through the door, closing it behind her, not waiting to hear Poppy’s response. She walks through the streets of New York until she finds herself standing in front of Zoey’s apartment, and after some slight hesitation, she knocks. After a few seconds, the door opens and Zoey looks over at Bea, her brows creased in confusion. 

“Hey girl, is everything okay?” 

Bea blinks back a couple of tears, her voice breaking, “can I come in?” 

“Yes of course,” Zoey moves out of the way, allowing Bea to come in, and gestures towards the couch before sitting on it. “Jesus Bea you look like hell, what happened?” 

“Things with Poppy have been rough to say the least.” Zoey momentarily winces at the mention of Poppy but she quickly masks her loathing. 

“What happened?” 

“I wanted to post this cute picture of us on Picta but she started a fight saying she doesn’t want me to post it because she’s saying she’s not ready but we've been together for 5 months now.” Bea cradles her head in her arms, obviously tired. Zoey slides closer to her, rubbing comforting circles on her back. 

“Hey, it’s okay,” Zoey speaks softly, her voice lulling Bea back into safety as she wraps her arms around her pulling her into a hug. “Look, I don’t want to say I told you so…” Bea groans, evoking a laugh from Zoey. “Come on, I told you this would happen, it’s just like college.” 

*Flashback* 

Bea knocks on Poppy’s bedroom door and a few seconds later the strawberry blonde opens it, a stunned look on her face. 

“Hughes? What are you doing here?” 

Bea walks into the room, her smile on her face, so broad as she turns to look at Poppy, “I was thinking-” 

“About?” 

“About us.” Poppy raises an eyebrow, the rest of her facial expression stoic. “Be my date to the end of year gala.” 

Poppy lets out a humourless laugh, “it’s official, you’ve gone crazy.” 

Bea moves forward taking Poppy’s hands in hers, “just hear me out.” Bea takes a deep breath, before her eyes meet Poppy’s, “we have this thing going on between us and it’s been amazing but to take the next step. I want Belvoire to know that I’m with the most beautiful girl.” 

Poppy slips her hands out of Bea’s hands, crossing them over her chest, “there’s no us.” 

Bea’s facial expression falters, the wide smile transforming into a disappointed frown, “I don’t understand.” 

Poppy feels a pang in her heart as she watches Bea’s face fall, but she finds a tiny strand of anger in her body and she holds onto it, attempting to make this encounter easier for her to bear. “There isn’t an us, what’s hard to understand Farmsville?” Poppy makes her voice as blunt and monotone as possible as she shoots daggers into Bea’s eyes. 

“What about the last year? What about everything we’ve gone through?” 

“Stop using words like us and we!” Poppy shouts, wildly throwing around her arms, “it was literally sex, it doesn’t mean anything.” 

Bea bites down on her bottom lip, “just sex huh? I don’t believe it. What about the nights you asked me to stay, or the nights we talked. You’re saying they meant nothing to you?” Poppy sees the sadness swimming in Bea’s eyes, forcing her to turn away from the girl, her eyes trained on the ground. 

“It didn’t mean anything to me,” Poppy mumbles out. 

“Bullshit! I don’t believe that Pops.” 

“Don’t call me that! We aren’t anything, Farmsville and I certainly don’t want to be your stupid date to the gala.” 

“I don’t believe you, look me in my eyes Poppy and tell me that it never meant anything and I swear-” Bea swallows heavily, tears brimming in her eyes, “I swear I’ll walk out right now and I won’t ever bother you again.” Bea steps in front of Poppy, her head levels with hers as Poppy meets her eyes. “So?” 

Poppy trembles slightly, as her fingers toys with the hem of her top, “it meant nothing to me.” 

Bea nods in understanding, acceptance written on her face “okay.” She sniffles, wiping away the tears from her eyes, “have a nice life Poppy.” Bea walks out of the room, not bothering to look back. 

*Present*

“That was different Zo.” 

“How so?” Zoey raises an eyebrow. 

“That was when we were all worried about rankings and sabotage and all those petty things.” 

“Are you sure she still doesn’t care about things?” Bea playfully nudges Zoey, laughing slightly.

“Yes I’m sure. It’s just I don’t get what the problem is this time. I mean college was a tough time for us both but now, I don’t get why she’s so hesitant.”

“Commitment issues?” 

Bea shakes her head, “she seems pretty committed to me, she just doesn’t like being open.” 

“Whatever it is I know you’ll guys will work it out, and if you don’t then at least you can move on.” Bea stares off into the distance, silent. “Bea, hey I was kidding.” 

Bea gives a small smile that doesn’t reach her eyes, “yeah I know. Anyway enough about my problems, are you excited for your album coming out.” 

Zoey squeals, jumping up and down in her spot, “yes! Oh my god I can’t believe it’s out in a week. How’s the release party looking?” 

“I got us a great place at a club.” 

“VIP?”

“VIP treatment baby!” Bea cheers, pulling Zoey into a hug. 

…..

Slightly buzzed, the group make their way to the club, all in high spirits as they skip the line after showing their IDs and making their way to the VIP section. Bea sidles up to the bar, ordering shots for the entire team as they gather around the woman of the hour at the other side of the club. 

Once the tray of shots is delivered, Bea hands them out, before taking the last one, raising it in the air, “Let’s all raise our glasses for this incredible woman, who’s hours away from releasing her first ever album worldwide,” Bea gestures for everyone to lift their glasses, a wide smile on her face, “here’s to you Zoey Wade.” The group throws back the shot and begins cheering for Zoey. “Speech, speech, speech” Bea chants as the rest of the group follows suit, their attention focused on Zoey as they clap and cheer.

Zoey awkwardly smiles, clearly bashful. “I never really thought I would be able to make a name for myself outside of my mom and I’m just thankful and grateful for my amazing team who helped me get my feelings out and make incredible songs out of them.” The group laughs whole heartedly, and Zoey raises her drink in toast. “So this isn’t only a celebration for me, but a celebration for us all, so let’s party it up.” She throws back the shot, and everyone follows suit cheering as they do. 

“You didn’t have to do all of this Bea,” Zoey says sheepishly. 

“Ummmmm of course I did, my best friend is releasing an album! I know how hard you’ve worked on it Zo, if anyone deserves to celebrate it’s you.” Bea pulls Zoey in for a hug. 

“This club is great, how did you find it?” 

“Poppy owns it.” Zoey's face falls, “Hey, she offered to the party to be held here, a way to say sorry for everything at college.”

“So where is the queen b right now?” 

“Right here.” Poppy walks over to the girls, taking her place next to Bea. “I’m really happy for you Zoey, if anyone deserves this, it’s you.” 

“Thanks.” 

Bea looks between the girls, sensing the awkward tension between the girls augmenting. “Hey why don’t I get us some drinks?” 

“Sure.” Poppy gives a small smile as Bea walks over to the bar before awkwardly turning to face Zoey. The pulsating music from the club causes Zoey to lean closer to Poppy.

“Whatever you have going on with Bea, you better not break her heart.” 

“I won’t,” Poppy replies, “I care about her a lot.” 

“Sure you do, but we’re not at Belvoire anymore. No more games Poppy, I won’t let you hurt her again.” 

“Trust me when I say that’s the last thing I want.” 

Before Zoey can reply, Bea saunters back holding out shot glasses for Zoey and Poppy to take. The women throw back the shot before Bea turns to Poppy whispering in her ear, “dance with me?” 

Poppy looks at Zoey in the corner of her eye before replying, “sure.” Bea leads her into the middle of the crowded dance floor, pulling the strawberry blonde close to her body, wrapping her arms around her waist while Poppy’s hang around her neck. 

Bea lets out a small laugh, “what’s so funny?” Poppy inquires, raising a brow. 

“Nothing, just looking at how far we’ve come. You remember the first time we were in this club together?” 

Poppy hums in content, “I recruited you to help me take down Chloe.” 

Bea leans down to whisper in Poppy’s ear, “and then you dragged me onto the dance floor. Practically couldn’t keep your hands off me.” 

“If I’m remembering correctly, you slept with me so you could backstab me.” 

Bea’s grip on Poppy tightens, “mmh, I did want to get revenge yes, but I’m pretty sure you were the one who suggested sex in the first place.” 

Poppy laughs, “you might be remembering that wrong.” 

“Pretty sure I’m not,” Bea leans in to give Poppy a sweet kiss, until Poppy abruptly pulls away, pressing her lips together in a thin line. 

“Bea we’re in public.” 

“So? We don’t know anyone here.” 

“I invited Veronica and Chloe to be here tonight, they could be anywhere.” Poppy pulls herself away from Bea, “I’m going to get a drink, do you want one?” 

“Nah I’m good you go ahead without me.” Poppy heads over to the bar as Bea makes her way back to the VIP section, seeing a small group forming. “Hey what’s going on here?” 

“Bea!” Veronica aims her phone at Bea, a wide smile on her face. 

“Hey V,” Bea gives the ombre-haired girl a one armed hug, “how’s everything been?” 

Veronica turns off her phone, a tired look on her face, “Good, tired but life has been good.” 

“How’s life been for you Farmsville?” 

“It’s been great, I’m still waiting on you to do your review on my new restaurant.” 

“Ah so the truth comes out, you only wanted me in New York for clout.” 

“Hey Poppy invited you here to celebrate Zoey, and get some clout of her own for her club.” 

“Hey Farmsville!” Chloe stumbles towards the girls, pulling Veronica and Bea into a strong hug slightly spilling her drink on Bea as she does. 

“Chloe! You seem drunk,” Bea swipes at her shoulder, cleaning off the liquor. 

“Yeah these drinks are awesome,” Chloe hangs her tongue open, fumbling with the straw until it’s in her mouth. “Hey where’s new money? I think she has been avoiding me since I sent her over my newest clothing line.” 

“Hey Chloe? Did you ever think to become a dance choreographer? I mean you practically lead the Zeta girls back in college, why not do it now.” 

Chloe stares at Bea, deep in thought, “maybe you’re not full of bad ideas.” 

Chloe saunters off deep in thought as Zoey lumbers into the group, carefully looking around, “is she gone?” 

Veronica snorts, “yeah yeah, she’s gone now. Hey there’s Poppy.” Veronica waves her over and Poppy walks over to the group, her eyes conspicuously trying to not look at Bea. 

“Hey V, remember to get good shots of the dance floor and on the bar.” 

Veronica rolls her eyes, “yeah, yeah,” her eyes dart between Poppy and Bea, watching as the two girls try not to look at each other. She then looks over Zoey, silently gesturing between the girls. Zoey gives a subtle nod, and Veronica grins. “I need a drink, Poppy join me?” 

“Sure.” 

The girls move towards the bar where Veronica turns towards the strawberry blonde, a sly smirk on her face, “So. You seeing anyone?” 

Poppy huffs, “here and there. I like to keep my options open.” 

“So the fact that Bea is staring right at us, has nothing to do with anything?” 

Poppy freezes as Veronica grins at her, “I don't know what you’re talking about.” 

“Come on don’t lie to me. I know you guys were screwing each other during senior year.” 

“What? No we weren’t.” 

“Let's cut all of the false bullshit, come on, what’s going on with you guys?” 

Poppy sighs defeatedly, “Fine, we’ve been seeing each other for the last couple of months but it’s like I’m destined to screw up my own life.” 

“What do you mean?” 

“Bea is amazing, I just sometimes don’t think I deserve her.” 

“Nah, nah, nah, none of that depressing crap P. You deserve to find someone who makes you happy and I’ve been here what five minutes? I can practically sense the love already, go and talk to her and fix whatever you messed up.” 

“How do you know I’m the one who messed it up?” 

“Because if it was Bea she would’ve fixed it already, now go.” 

Veronica shoos Poppy away as the strawberry blonde sidles up to Bea, whispering in her ear, “come somewhere quiet with me?” Bea nods as she follows Poppy to the back office, muffling the sounds of the music. 

“So what’s up?” Bea crosses her arms together, looking expectedly at Poppy.

“I don’t like this rift between us, and I know it’s my fault I just-” she sighs heavily, hanging her head in defeat, “i haven’t ever properly done the whole relationship thing and I don’t want to mess it up but it seems like that’s all I’m doing.” 

Bea uncrosses her arms, reaching out to place her hand against Poppy’s cheek, “you’re not messing up anything. We just need better communication.” 

“Bea, I know in the past I treated you like crap and I don’t even know why you want to be with me.” Bea opens her mouth to retort but Poppy shushes her, “let me finish. I don’t know why you still want to be with me but I’m so grateful that you do. I have something to admit to you.” 

“What is it?” 

“When I went to your restaurant, it wasn’t a coincidence.” Poppy takes a slow steadying breath, before her eyes meet Bea’s, “Veronica dropped that you asked her to give your restaurant a review so I subtly told Darren’s best friend about it so he could recommend it to Darren and I could come and see you.” Bea looks at Poppy in surprise, her mouth hanging slightly open. “I tried acting all cold and distant but in reality I was happy to see you and when you kissed me I was surprised. I didn’t expect you to still have feelings for me, so I got my father to hire your company last minute for the dinner.” 

Bea lets out a small huff, “once a schemer huh?” 

Poppy nervously chews on her lips, worry etched on her face, “the reason why I’ve been acting so weird is because I love you Bea Hughes, I always have. And for the first time, I’m not scared of admitting that I-” Bea silences Poppy with a deep kiss, tangling their tongues together as Bea’s hand snakes around Poppy’s throat, squeezing slightly as she kisses her harder. 

“I love you too.” Bea continues kissing Poppy, with great intensity but Poppy pulls away resting her forehead against Bea’s. 

“Do you have your phone?” 

“Uhh yeah.” 

Bea takes her phone out of her purse and Poppy takes it out of her hand, swiping to the camera, “smile,” Poppy presses her lips against Bea’s cheek, taking a series of photos before swiping through them looking for the best one. “This one.” 

“What do you want me to do with it?” Bea replies, confused. 

“Post it on picta, duh. I want the world to know I’m dating the most incredible girl.” Bea feels a warmth in her chest as she uploads the photo before taking Poppy’s hand re-entering the club. 

“I saw the picta post, I guess congrats are in order.” Veronica smiles at the girls while Poppy looks around and locks eyes with Zoey who gives her a small nod, content. Poppy pulls Bea in for a kiss, a smile on her lips. 

“I love you Bea Hughes.” 

“And I love you Poppy Min Sinclair.” 

Chloe stalks up to the group, waving her phone in her hand, “you’re dating Bea? Seriously?” 

Poppy looks up at Bea, warmth in her eyes, “Yep I sure am.”

[piershoesz]

Relationship HCs → Sonia, Nessa, and Bea

The 3rd installment to the Relationship HCs! Marnie and Klara will be in the Rival specific one if anyone was wondering! And with that... I hope you enjoy!

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- With Sonia, everyday is like an adventure! With her being Galar’s new professor... you often help her out at the lab, and because of this you learn a lot from her!

- Since you’ve spent so much time with her, you’ve met Magnolia several times before... and she loves you! She’s so happy that Sonia’s settled down and found someone, and she’s so grateful it’s you!

- You two definitely spend late nights just texting or calling each other... and when you finally start to live together, you’ll often spend nights just sprawled out on the bed talking! Sometimes your conversations drag late into the night... but when you have them everything feels so intimate.

- Sonia enjoys quant little cafe dates the most! Chatting once more over a cup of coffee... with your fingers intertwined under the table... it’s one of her favorite way to spend her time with you, other than your late night conversations!

- Yamper often follows you around, and when Sonia can’t allow him to accompany her to work... he stays home and lets you care for him! He’s quite energetic though... so you’re constantly kept on your feet with him! You still love him though!

- Sonia would want kids in the future... though for the first couple of years... she’d rather just care for your Pokemon together! And if you want to wait for kids too... she’ll respect that! You two always communicate your opinions to each other, and that’s what keeps your relationship so strong!

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- She’s wound in a tight schedule, being both Gym Leader and a Model... so she doesn’t have all the time in the world to spend with you... but don’t get me wrong, she always will find time for you! Even if she has to fight for that time!

- That being said... you like to surprise her often by showing up to her gym matches! While you two aren’t spending the time together... you enjoy watching her from afar... and when the match is over, she practically leaps into your arms every time!

- When you two spend time together, expect lots of hugs and soft touches... she likes to comb her hands through your hair and kiss your cheeks... she adores watching your cheeks light up in a red glow!

- Definitely likes to take you outside for dates! Her favorite type of date is a peaceful little picnic near a lake or river... and you two can just eat and chat and not have to worry about the public swarming her!

- She has a bit of a temper... so after a stressful day at the gym or her modeling agency... she’ll come home and jump right into your arms. Then, expect her to rant for a good hour about the day sucked, and while she does so, your hands card through her hair and rub her back, which helps ease her!

- Nessa would want kids in the future, but she understands that with both your positions, finding the time to spend with them would be difficult... so she decides to wait a bit! But she’ll respect your wishes... and will understand.

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- Out of all the three, she’s the most energetic! And more then anything, you grow the more you spend with her, both mentally and physically! 

- Now she still has her job as Gym Leader, though it’s not anything you two can’t handle! You’re her sparring partner, so you’ll head to the gym often and see her that way!

- Sparring isn’t all though... you two will have Pokemon battles just as frequently! They usually end up very close too, helping her get even more pumped!

- You go to her matches and will cheer for her in the very front row, wearing one of her extra jerseys! She loves when you show up because she feels so confident seeing you there, she almost always wins when you’re there too!

- When she’s not at the gym, she’s the type to just stay at home with you on dates. Instead of going out... you two will just run around the house playing tag, or cuddle up close on the couch and fall asleep together!

- Bea would want kids relatively fast in your relationship, which surprises you. She’s great with kids though, so she always tells you how she can handle them! And you’ve seen how good she is with them too! Though... if you wanna wait, she’ll respect your wishes, because she loves you!

Rival HCs will be coming out next, and I enjoy shaking things up with and writing for other characters other than the SWSH Boys and Guzma sometimes!

[arse-crack-thistle]

gifts

rwrb and the five love languages | part two

in which june struggles to have a nice valentine’s date with nora

June never expected to care this much about a stupid holiday like Valentine’s Day, but here she is, practically renovating the apartment to give her girlfriend a perfect night. She strings LED lights around the entire living room ceiling and uses Command hooks to drape the sheer, white Ikea curtains she bought on sale months ago in preparation for this. The lights glow pink through the curtains, making the usually neutral-toned living room appear like Aphrodite’s palace. June’s moved the coffee table into her room and replaced it with a fluffy blanket and a picnic set-up to rival TikTok lesbians.  All she needs now is Nora, if only she weren’t stuck at school.

The texts say, Will be late! Data mining for the gods! [Monet X Change gif] I want to be home with you though. Will bring noodles! And chocolate! Scratch that, I ate the chocolate. Sorry.

June knows she shouldn’t be annoyed because Nora has no idea what she’s coming home to. She also knows who she got into a relationship with—a brilliant mind that’s constantly moving parsecs a minute and has a hard time communicating her feelings. June has to remind herself that Nora loves her even if she doesn’t always show it.

That’s what tonight is for. It’ll give them time to slow down and just be together. Break the routine. Talk or not talk. She doesn’t expect it to be mushy or obnoxious—June isn’t a super, flowery romantic herself—but she does want another sentimental moment to hold onto forever.

Like the night of the 2020 election over a year ago. After Alex and Henry slipped away and everyone else was celebrating in their own groups, Nora pulled June into a storage closet at the venue and kissed her point blank, leaving no questions in her mind that their dabbles the months before meant something more than spectacular.

Or like six months ago when Nora asked her if she wanted to move in with her. She didn’t do anything particularly special, but she slammed her laptop shut while June was throwing on one of her sweatshirts and asked her to stay—to take the second bedroom because Nora needs space sometimes—but to stay with her because she was her favorite person. June answered with a happy “yes,” and Nora got up and kissed her. They didn’t talk much more about it; June just packed up her room at the White House and let the world think they were very best friends.

June pours a glass of wine and waits on the couch, flipping through social media. A few hours ago, her brother posted a picture from the Valentine’s gala he and Henry threw for the London queer youth center. Alex, Henry, Bea, Catherine, and even Philip and Martha hold champagne flutes with cheeky smiles on their faces. The POTUS account has a sweet yet posed picture of her mother and Leo. She likes everything she sees, from the various celebrities she follows to the photos she’s tagged in by fans. The time on her phone reminds her Nora’s now over an hour late.

She texts her, Home soon?

Ten minutes later her phone dings. Need more time. Almost done!

You are aware it’s Valentine’s, yes? And that we had plans?

Yes!!!! But flexible plans, right? Not like we can’t eat noodles and make out later. Will leave soon though. Promise.

I got food covered. Just get home please.

June sighs. She thought she made it clear this morning that they deserved a night with no distractions. God, they need to talk; she’s afraid to, but nothing will get better if she doesn’t say anything and if they don’t try.

The charcuterie board spread she copied off of Pinterest has been sitting out for a while so she moves it from the floor to the fridge. “Soon” for Nora could mean an hour. Empty coffee mugs line the sink. An open pack of weed gummies sits on the counter, hardening. Binders of paperwork and schoolwork collect on the kitchen table. There’s so much Nora in here. June redecorated the living room and kitchen when she moved in, but Nora’s managed to touch everything.

She smiles. If this were Alex, she’d be pissed at the mess, but it’s Nora. The beautiful, erratic mess that is Nora. The girl who can have four different shows on at once and can still get shit done. The girl who always burns pancakes when she tries to cook breakfast for June. The girl who never fails to kiss her first.

June won’t lose her. So she sits down on the floor, runs her fingers over the fleece, and waits. And drinks more wine.

Sometime later, when a key turns in the lock, she downs the last sip in her glass and sets it down. Some old love songs play from her phone, the ones she and Nora love to make fun of. She hears her girlfriend curse when her key gets stuck, and then she bursts through the door and catches herself before she could slip on the hardwood.

“I know you said you got food covered, but I got noodles any—Whoa! You did all of this?” Nora walks into the living room with takeout bags in her hands and stares, mesmerized, at the ceiling. Her contacts must’ve been bothering her because she has on her back-up glasses.

“Hi. Happy Valentine’s Day,” June says and reaches for Nora’s hand to pull her down.

“I’m sorry, June. I had no idea. I thought we both hated this holiday, so tonight wasn’t that big of a deal. But this—this is beautiful,” Nora says, having a hard time meeting June’s eyes.

“Thanks.” June rubs Nora’s hand with her thumb. “And this isn’t really about the holiday. I just wanted to give something nice to you—to us—just us. With no distractions.”

The strings from “At Last” by Etta James play from the phone. The curtains billow from the air blowing out the vent. As much as she hates to ruin the moment, June has to start the conversation.

But Nora takes a deep breath and talks first. “I know I’m a bit all over the place but that doesn’t mean I don’t love you. I just have a lot going on.”

“I know, but sometimes it feels like you don’t care about us as much as I do. It feels like an afterthought to you,” June says.

“That’s not true, June! Come on! You know me.” She grabs June’s other hand and squeezes.

She squeezes back. “You don’t act with feelings in mind, but I know you have them. And I know it’s hard for you, but I need you to share them with me more. I need a reminder that you care every once in a while.”

Nora’s quiet. She uses her arm to wipe her eyes, knocking her glasses off.  “I—I’m sorry. I don’t know what to do.”

June’s chest collapses. She wraps Nora up in her arms. “I’m sorry, Nor. I don’t mean you’re not enough for me. I love you so much. I—”

“No, I understand. I just—I need help with that. I need you to tell me when you need more—maybe not after the fact like now but—”

June laughs and pulls away. “You’re right. I have a stewing problem. I just assume you’ll eventually get it.”

“Yeah, don’t assume that.” Nora laughs too—the big kind that shows all of her teeth. “Reign me in when I’ve been off for too long. And know it’s not on purpose. I’m seriously spiraling in my own head the majority of the time.”

“Ha! And a hot head it is too.”

They both pause and look into each other’s eyes. And bust out into laughing fits. June makes a fart sound with her mouth, and Nora tackles her. They rumble around on the blanket for about forty seconds before June’s wine glass tips over and surprisingly bounces instead of shattering.

The girls take that as an opportunity to stop and pour some more glasses of wine. Nora preps the takeout while June brings the charcuterie board back to the indoor picnic. Nora changes the music to some weird techno shit, but June snatches the phone. They compromise with One Direction, which makes no sense since 1. June only knows their last album and 2. Nora definitely remembers the story of June turning down the advances of one Niall Horan when she did the daytime talk show circuit after her book deal was announced.

Either way, they stuff their faces and end up cuddled on the floor.

Nora interrupts the moment. “Before we get to sexy time—"

“Jesus Christ.”

“I just wanted to give you something. I would’ve saved it for your birthday, but I can get you something else.” She pops up from the floor and jogs to her bedroom. When she reemerges, she’s carrying a bunched-up blanket. “I didn’t have time to properly wrap it because—you know, you weren’t going to get it yet—although, it probably wouldn’t’ve been wrapped later either—but anyways, happy Valentine’s Day.”

She crouches down and hands over the present. She smiles and bops up and down in anticipation. June unwraps the blanket and sees a book.

It’s one of those photobooks you can get at Walgreens, and on the cover, it reads, “Catalina June Claremont-Diaz and Nora Elizabeth Holleran are NOT good friends…” June flips it over. “They’re fucking GIRLFRIENDS!” Inside is page after page of pictures as early as the day they first met and as recent as New Year’s Eve a month ago. A lot of candid pics they take of each other—Nora’s favorites. A lot of sleepy, cuddle pics—June’s favorites. It’s so perfect.

“Nora—this is—wow.” She feels the tears coming. No one has given her anything like this before.

“I’ll be better—”

“So will I.”

“No matter where my head’s at, I’m always thinking of you—just 50 million other things as well,” Nora says and cups her chin.

June leans in. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

Nora kisses her, and everything wound up in June relaxes. Her body is so warm. “Best Song Ever” starts playing.

Cue sexy time.

check out the rest of my rwrb and the five love languages series: part one, part three, part four, and part five. (links to come as they’re released)

so this could be for quality time or gifts, but i decided to go with gifts since i had no other ideas for it! it’s definitely not my love language (quality time for the win!) but i had to write something lol. so i made it sapphic bc everything gay is better! <3

rwrb romance week | @rwrb-fests

[loyalshrimpfan]

ABC fluffy with Ina Kingsley and Bea Huges

@ikingsley @kulaykape

A = Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?) Ina loves Beas drive, anything she wanted she would get. She would work tirelessly to get it, she had so much money yet she didn’t settle she still worked hard for her dreams.

Bea loved Inas ability to carry herself in a mature way, she always acted so professional which Bea definitely couldn’t not do to be honestly

B = Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

Ina loves Beas voice, she thought her midwestern accent was so soothing and calm sounding

Bea loved Inas Butt, she had such a big butt and Bea loved nothing more than to come up to her and grab two handfuls of course Ina always tells her to stop but Bea knows she secretly loves it

C = Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

They always ended up cuddled on inas couch at like 3 am as they watch tv, Ina would rub Beas back and kiss her forehead

D = Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Just a cuddly night in

E = Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Whenever Bea is mad she never wants to be around Ina, she Doesn’t want to push her away or make her feel scared

F = Family (do they want one? If they do, when?)

Neither Bea or Ina want kids

G = Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

Ina and Bea both love giving each other gifts, they both buy each other a lot of gifts

H = Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

They don’t really hold hands since they never go out in public much together

I = Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Bea walks, waddles? I don’t know she had pulled her ACL while at a party and now had to wear a stupid knee brace for 4 weeks. She knocks on the door of Inas office she was super late to go over notes with her before class, she walks in “hey sorry I’m late” she says before closing the door “I was in the emergency room till 4 am” Inas head shoots up when she hears emergency room than sees Bea “Bea what happened” she asks softly “I feel while at a party last night” she shrugs and Ina walks over and hugs her “if you want you can come over and I’ll make you dinner” Bea smiles “I would love nothing more”

J = Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

They are a very tease couple, always jabbing each other. Beas personal favorite was old jokes to Ina and Ina loves joking about how whipped Bea is for her

K = Kisses (how do they like to kiss you?)

Bea is a very slow and passionate kisser, while Ina is a very fast and quick kisser

L = Love (how do they show you they love you?)

Ina will always complement Bea in class saying how well she is doing, she will buy her little stuff that makes her think of her. Bea on the other hand, when they are together alone she is almost always touching Ina, she Doesn’t get to be near her very much so when she does she won’t waste it

M = Memory (favorite memory together?)

Definitely Martha’s Vineyard where Ina really start to let Bea in her life

N = Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Inas worst fear is to wake up and Bea was all just a dream.

Bea is so scared that Ina will shut her off again

O = Oddity (what is one quirk they have?)

Inas closest is color coded and she is very particular about how everything does

Bea always has to have her phone with her at all times, she doesn’t care where or when, Ina says it’s like a safety blanket

P = Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

Ina loves being able to call Bea all the old classic names after she heard her talking to Zoey one day in the library “do you like getting called Bae” Bea laughs “no I hate getting called Bae or Bitch, what happened to like sweetheart or Darling I love those” after that whenever they were together outside of school she could call her those names and Bea would blush every time.

Bea calls her funny nicknames like old lady but she also call her sincere names like babe and baby

Q = Quality Time (how do they like to spend time with you?)

They love nothing much to go to inas apartment to drink wine and make fun of reality tv, they would order Chinese food and stay in the whole night.

R = Rhythm (what song reminds you of them?)

Uncover (idk the artist)

S = Secrets (how open are they with you?)

Ina is very open with Bea and so is Bea, they keep no secrets between them

T = Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

It took months of Bea pretty much begging for Ina before she came around to them dating.

U = Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

Bea is a big cry baby and will cry in inas arms when the littlest thing happens, not that she would ever tell her. Ina on the other hand goes quiet when she’s upset and it takes Bea hours to finally get her to spit it out

V = Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

Ina and Bea wish they could show each other off to everyone.

W = Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

Ina hates it when Bea gets into fights, she is scared she will get hurt. Ina would never fight anyone, she is way to mature for that.

X = X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

Ina can read what Bea is feeling the second it happens (she is a anthropologist) which is awesome and also very annoying for Bea

Y = Yes (how would they propose to you?)

I feel like Ina would purpose and she wouldn’t make a big deal out of it maybe on a date she pops the question

Z = Zen (what makes them feel calm?)

All Ina need to feel better is a really good book and maybe some whiskey, she is a very easy person

Bea likes to have self care days to calm down, she will go to target buy candles, face masks and bath bombs and she will just relax the whole day

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Hi Bea! I love your hc! If you're feeling it and when you have the time, would you mind making a follow up to that seb x reader with an age gap when her baby bump starts showing and how protective of her he is? thank you so much for sharing your work 🥰

aw thank you so much, i’m glad you like it. hope you enjoy this one.

sebastian was filming abroad during the first five months of her pregnancy with her visiting sporadicly and he couldn’t wait for her baby bump to start showing

y/n, however, didn’t start showing when he was expecting her to around the three to four month mark

he had been so excited to see her baby bump but when he picked her up at the airport she still looked as if she wasn’t pregnant, maybe a bit bustier but no one could say she looked pregnant

he had been disappointed but he was still happy to see his girlfriend nevertheless and to see the new baby scans she had brought for him to look at 

seb keeps all the baby scans pictures in his trailer by his mirror

however, as if the universe was conspiring against him, almost a week after y/n returned home, she suddenly started to show a little adorable baby bump

sebastian could not believe his eyes when she called him that morning, showing him her new baby bump 

he’s very excited, walking around the set showing everyone he knows the photo of his now visibly pregnant wife

that was also around the time the tabloids started to pick up on her pregnancy

suddenly every single person wanted to be near her and rub her belly and seb was pissed

mostly because he wasn’t there so once filming finished, one hour later he was in the first flight to ny

once he got to see her, he almost cried at her little bump covered by her chunky pink sweatshirt

she’s too nice to say no to people who want to rub her belly but sebastian is more than okay at saying no

he knows she’s really uncomfortable with it but that she doesn’t want to be rude so he will defend her

he also becomes overprotective, following her around the house afraid she’ll slip or something

“seb, stop. don’t you have stuff to do?” “no,baby” “go to the gym” “ what if you get hurt?” “i’ve been pregnant for almost five months seb, i can handle it” “let’s go to bed” “seb, i have to cook” “we’ll order take out”

the two of them cuddling it in bed and seb pulling her sweater up “seb it’s cold” “i just wanna say hi to the baby” “must i die of hypothermia?”

weirdly enough, after she gets pregnant the tabloids turn on him, saying he did that to ensnare her

“y/n, the daily mail says i impregnated you so you’ll be shackled to me forever” “i mean, how many years do you have left? maybe 40? sounds like a small forever” “wow y/n that’s low” “i’m just saying they’re overrating the amount of time i will be shackled to you” “you’re enjoying this aren’t you?” “yes, the tabloids love me now.”

seb will even tell his mum not to touch the baby bump

“mum no” “it’s my grandchild” “it’ll disturb y/n which will disturb the baby” 

y/n wanted to die in that particular moment

family gatherings are a nightmare for both of them. when christmas rolls around and they go to their respective families’ christmas parties 

oh dear god does everyone surrounds them 

y/n going through a rachel green situation when she tells her father she’s pregnant

“are you pregnant, y/n?” “well yes” “who is the father?” “it’s sebastian, you like sebastian. think about it, you’re gonna be a grandfather for the first time” “so when is the wedding?” “the wedding, there is going to be a wedding. y/n don’t you say my first grandchild is a bastard ... y/n y/l/n tell me there’s gonna be a wedding!” “february 2nd”

coming home from the dinner with her father to see seb in the couch eating left over chinese takeway 

“if my dad asks, we’re engaged. congratulations.” “what?” “i’m not gonna be the one to tell him otherwise. you do it?” “WAIT YOUR FATHER DIDN’T KNOW?” “yes and no except not no so in summary, yes he didn’t know” “... am i a dead man?” “we don’t have to tell him we’re not engaged” “i like your plan” “thank you” “doesn’t your mother know that we’re not getting married yet?” “FUCK”

sebastian sitting through the first dinner with her father after everyone in her family knows shes pregnant

he’s still not allowing anyone to touch her belly and he’s pulling the chair and helping her sit down 

“sebastian ... impregnated any other of my daughters lately?” “no sir, no. just one, just ... ah i didn’t mean to” 

y/n rolling her eyes before sighing “my baby has no father”

sebastian literally not letting her walk too much because he read somewhere that someone had their baby while walking

sebastian is deffo the type of dad that read too many horror stories about pregnancy

“nO Y/N YOU CAN’T EAT CHICKEN WHAT IF IT’S UNDERCOOKED?” “sebastian stan i am carrying your child, me, myself, alone. if i want a mcchicken I WILL” “ok but i’m gonna ask the clerk if the chicken is well done” “... omg i let a boomer impregnate me”