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cl3fairyyy · 2 months

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routine : part 2 || edward nashton x GN!reader ⋆⭒˚｡⋆

summary || you and edward finally go on a date

warnings || eddie is a liiiittle more stalker-y in this one, smoking, mentions of drinking, mentions of edward following reader home and just overall being his strange little self, this fic does get a little suggestive (no actual smut) so please MDNI!!!! i think that's everything, if i forgot anything i am so sorry </3 this fic is mostly just fluff with a side of awkward first date small talk

word count || 4.5k

notes || i am so sorry for the long wait on part 2!! been having the worst writers block of my life and my job has been taking over my life atm </3 but it is finally here!! i had so much fun writing this one, definitely thinking of doing a part 3 if u guys want it :)) apologies if at any point eddie is too OOC, he's definitely a little more confident in this one hehe. also this pic of paul is EXACTLY how I imagined him looking while writing this

You arrive back at your dingy apartment later than you had planned and, admittedly, a lot tipsier than you had wanted to be.

You shove your key into the crappy broken lock that your landlord refuses to fix and jiggle it around for several moments until you finally hear a click. Opening the door, you sway on your feet a little before stumbling over to the couch, kicking the door shut behind you; when you plop down on the velvety throw you use to cover up the horrible cracking leather of your equally horrible sofa, you sigh and throw your head back, allowing a smile to play onto your face.

He had asked you on a date.

You keep replaying the interaction in your head, mentally swooning at how Edward had lit your cigarette for you, how he had been so close that you could smell the laundry detergent on his clothes. You giggle like a schoolgirl, hugging one of your cushions as you fish around in your bag for your phone. You have to suppress a giddy squeal when you are greeted with not one, but three messages from a random number, one you can only guess belongs to Edward. You feel dizzy unlocking your phone, and you don’t know if it’s the alcohol or your nerves.

Hi, it’s Edward. I hope you have a lovely rest of your night.

I really liked talking to you today. You’re a very interesting person.

Are you okay? It's late, did you get home safe?

It takes everything in you to not dreamily sigh like you’re in a fucking rom-com. He's concerned about me, you think, typing a reply with a lopsided smile on your face.

hiii yes im fine!! just made it home : )

im vry drunk lol

Immediately the grey typing bubble pops up and you launch your phone across the room, scrambling to the fridge to open the half-empty bottle of slightly too expensive rosé that you have been saving for the next time you rewatch Fleabag.

You hear your phone ding twice and gingerly pick it up from underneath the coffee table, your hands shaking.

Oh, good to hear that you’re safe haha. I was about to head back to the bar to see if you were okay.

That was a joke by the way.

You can’t stop a smile from spreading across your face. You take a swig from the bottle and begin typing.

yea im sure it was lol

it was nowhere near as interesting after u left. u were in such a hurry too are u ok??

Edward’s cheeks grow red when he reads your second message. You think he’s interesting? Are you hinting that you would’ve preferred if he stayed?

Wish I could have stayed for a bit longer haha, just had some work at home that I couldn’t get my mind off, so wanted to take another crack at it.

Obviously, he can’t tell you that his work isn’t just some simple tax fraud, but a potential money laundering scandal that ties all the way back to Maroni and your own boss. He knows at this point, though, that you’re too polite to question him.

u sure do work a lot!!!! idk how u havent burnt out yet.

try to get some rest if u can : ) its not like the work wont be there tmrw!!!!

Edward smiles. You are so lovely to him; the idea that someone like you could show so much kindness to him makes his heart swell and his eyes fill with tears. A few run down the tip of his nose and plop onto his phone screen.

I know, I know. Sometimes it feels like I can’t switch my brain off haha. It’s been in overdrive since I got home.

He cringes at himself. Is he meant to text so formally? You're pretty much the only contact in his phone besides his landlord and the office. He glances down at his screen, noticing that you’ve read his message but haven’t started typing an answer, and immediately begins to panic.

Of course someone like you couldn’t like him. He was a fool to think you were any different than anyone else in this shithole of a city. You’re probably still sat with your colleagues at that shitty bar, reading out his messages and all having a good old laugh at him. Everyone get a load of Nashton! you're probably saying, and he feels sick to his stomach.

soso sorry my phone just died out of nowhere!!! i srsly did not mean to leave u on opened

honestly i get u i can be like that. its probably worse for u tho bc ur so smart lol

whats been sending the brain of eddie into overdrive tonight??

Edward shakes his head at how silly he’s being. It would be funny if he didn’t feel so pathetic. He reads your messages over and over until his eyes burn; no one has ever given him a nickname before. Eddie. He rereads the nickname, trying to imagine how it would sound coming out of your mouth. His mind begins to wander, picturing you lying beneath him, bare chest heaving as you moan that name to him. Eddie.

He's snapped out of his thoughts when his phone lights up again with a notification from his news app. He attempts to push down his building arousal before it completely clouds his mind, and scrambles for his phone to send you a reply.

It’s a little embarrassing, but... I have been thinking non-stop about the conversation we had outside.

I really would like to take you out, if you’ll let me. If you’d like to pick where we go so you feel more comfortable, I’m happy with that. I’m sure you know much nicer places to go than I do anyway haha.

You squeal at your phone, kicking your feet in the air like a goddamn teenager. You hastily type a reply, and soon enough you’ve made plans for Sunday to go to a lovely downtown jazz club that plays live music. It's one of your favourite spots in the whole city.

You fall asleep fairly quickly after throwing yourself on your bed still fully clothed. You don’t think twice about how bad your hangover will be when you wake up, instead picturing your date with Edward and just how lovely he is.

Edward, on the other hand, stays up all night, his thoughts rife with anxiety. You'd had one conversation in a loud bar, and now he’s expected to keep you entertained for an entire evening? What if you didn’t find him interesting? What if he ran out of things to talk about? What if you stood him up entirely?

He shakes his head, trying as hard as he can to shake the thoughts from his brain entirely. He opens your social media, which he has found himself doing every time he seems to be on the verge of a panic attack recently. He finds his favourite picture of you, a candid photo of you in a coffee shop mid-laugh, your eyes sparkling and cheeks rosy. He loves your smile in this picture.

He hopes he can make you smile like that.

Saturday goes by painfully slowly for you. The dragging hours aren’t helped by your awful hangover that seems to have convinced your brain that any slight movement will have you vomiting. You cringe rereading the messages you sent Edward the evening prior, hangxiety hitting you like a train.

Eddie? Seriously?

You have one conversation with the guy and have already started throwing nicknames around- you're in shock that you didn’t scare him off with how forward you were being. If he brings it up, you can always blame it on how drunk you were, which isn’t exactly a lie.

He doesn’t text you until later in the evening, just a simple message confirming that you’re still on for tomorrow. You wonder if he’s as nervous as you are, if his anxiety manifests itself in the way he chews at his lower lip the same way you do.

When Sunday finally rolls around, you wake up extra early to give yourself as much time to get ready as humanly possible. You would never admit it to anyone, but you’d picked out your outfit the night before and laid it on your desk chair, your nervous excitement barely allowing you to get a wink of sleep.

Edward had offered to pick you up, but you really do not need him seeing the shithole you live in the first time he sees you outside of work. You both agree to meet outside the bar, and since it’s in walking distance from your apartment, you decide against getting a taxi.

Gotham is strangely beautiful in March, the last moments of winter finally coming to fruition. The sun is just beginning to set when you step out into the chilly air, casting an orange glow on the old buildings and warming your cheeks against the cold.

Edward’s heart races as he clumsily stumbles out of the subway station. He's almost twenty minutes early and grasps a cluster of lilies in one hand, the other of which he uses to steady himself against a lamppost. The lady from his favourite podcast whispers soothingly in his ear as he attempts to block out the loudness of the city and steady his breathing.

“You are strong, and you are worthy. Be the change you want to see.”

He closes his eyes, taking deep breaths before finally grounding himself. Edward is all too aware of how he must look right now: sweaty, clutching a bouquet of flowers while standing alone outside a bar. He glances at his watch. Still ten minutes until your meeting time.

He tries to ignore the lump in his throat and the stinging in his eyes. You will show up. You have to.

Edward jumps slightly when his phone chimes in his pocket. His heart drops when he realises it’s a text from you.

so sorry!!! running a few mins late :/ decided to walk today and ofc that’s the day that every traffic light in the city decides to break LOL

The light-hearted tone in your message doesn’t do much to comfort him. He types a short answer and sends it, trying to focus all of his energy on his podcast and not crying from how utterly terrified he is.

Ten minutes after your initially agreed upon meeting time, Edward hears a voice shouting his name. He looks up to be met with the image of you practically sprinting down the street towards him. You pull to a stop in front of him, smoothing your hair down and smiling bashfully up at him. Christ, you forgot how tall he is.

“Before you say anything, I am so sorry. First there was the traffic light thing, then one of my old college friends stopped me in the street and decided that she wanted to update me on every single day of the past three years of her life.”

You breathe in heavily through your nose, your hands on your knees as you try and keep yourself from keeling over. You make a mental note to begin using that gym membership you keep renewing. Quitting smoking would probably help, too.

You look up when Edward hasn’t responded for several moments, and his cheeks are very pink.

“Look, you have every right to be pissed at me. If you want to cancel-”

Before you can finish, Edward interrupts you by thrusting a bouquet of flowers into your hands.

“Th-these are for you. I, um, remembered you mentioning lilies were your favourite flower, so...” He stumbles over his words, talking just a little too fast.

You're quite literally lost for words. You examine the flowers, your cheeks growing warm; it's a lovely spray of pink, yellow and orange lilies, tied together with a cream ribbon. They’re a little crumpled, but nothing that can’t be fixed with a little plant food. You smile at Edward.

“Oh, Edward. They're gorgeous, really, thank you. No guy’s ever gotten me flowers before...”

A small, lopsided grin spreads across his face.

“I can’t imagine why anyone lucky enough to have you wouldn’t get you flowers.”

You flush at that, and loop your arm around his, leading him inside. You manage to find a nice booth in the corner, away from the stage and speakers that surround it while Edward heads to the bar. You anxiously drum your fingers on the table and scroll through your phone, not really paying attention to what you’re meant to be reading as your mind replays what Edward had said earlier.

Edward watches you from the bar, admiring the high flush on your cheekbones and the way your outfit hugs your body. By the time he’s ordered and heading back to your table, you seem a little more relaxed. You smile at him gratefully as you accept your drink and try not to make your staring too obvious.

He looks handsome. He's wearing such a basic outfit, just a simple button up shirt and some smart slacks, but there’s something about Edward wearing something so casual and making it look so good that has you crossing your legs under the table.

“You look lovely tonight, by the way.”

You smile shyly at him, tracing your finger around the rim of your glass.

“Thank you, Edward. I have to say, you clean up pretty good yourself.”

He laughs, and you don’t miss the way it sounds like it's one of disbelief.

“Well, I don’t know if I’d say that.”

You roll your eyes playfully, taking a sip of your drink.

“Well, I would. You look really handsome.”

Edward shakes his head, a bashful smile on his face as he looks down, taking a sip of water. The pair of you sit there for a few moments in awkward silence, trying to think of something to start a conversation with.

“So-”

“You-”

You lock eyes and both laugh, cheeks red. You wave your hand.

“Sorry, you go.”

Edward averts his gaze, fiddling with his collar.

“I, um, was just going to ask how you found this place? I’ve never even heard of it. Well, I suppose the fact I don’t drink and don’t listen to jazz music doesn’t help, but...”

Edward finds himself trailing off, kicking himself for how utterly awkward he is. The way you smile at him, unfazed, doesn’t help.

How could someone like you ever find any interest in someone like him?

“It’s a funny story, actually. My old roommate was on a date with this absolute dick, and she needed me to come save her. So, what happened was....”

As you tell him the grandiose story of having to pretend to be your roommates' partner who caught her cheating, and how you had to run away when her date attempted to fight you, Edward can’t help but admire the way your eyes light up as you gesture wildly with your hands, the way your laugh comes out as an adorable snort when you attempt to do an impression of her very flustered date.

You are so beautiful. He wishes he could capture this moment in a bottle and replay it every day, for the rest of his life.

He doesn’t realise how much he’s staring until you clear your throat a little awkwardly, clearly finished with your tale. He can feel the warmth on his cheeks.

“Ah, well, I do hope you don’t have some secret boyfriend who’s going to jump out on me like that.”

He bites his lip after saying whatever the hell that was, but to his complete disbelief you laugh. Not a pity laugh, not one of discomfort, but a genuine laugh, one that’s just a little too loud, one that disturbs some of the patrons around you.

You clearly don’t care, your head thrown back as that smile, that lovely smile from his favourite picture spreads across your face. Even as you speak, uncontrollable giggles escape you.

“Oh God, can you imagine? Lucky for you, I’ve been single for a while, so don’t worry about my secret boyfriend coming in and trashing the place.”

That makes Edward laugh, much to your pleasure, and just like that, the tension in the air has dissolved. You can see Edward’s tense shoulders visibly relax, and the next few hours are spent under the warm light of the bar’s lamps, your conversations hushed and filled with longing glances, and it feels like you’re the only two people in the world that exist.

The two of you step out into the bitter cold of the evening, hands fumbling for your respective cartons of cigarettes. Your shivering hands are somehow able to summon a flame from your crappy old lighter, and the alcohol in your system, as well as the way Edward looks at you with such adoration in his eyes, warm you from the inside out. He offers you his arm and you take it maybe just a little too enthusiastically as you walk through the city streets.

When you look up at Edward, he’s already got his eyes on you, the tip of his nose pink from the late winter air. You can feel the flush spreading across your face, quickly averting your eyes to the sparkling lights of the skyscrapers.

Edward retracts his arm from yours, and you look up at him again, confused and somewhat offended. He’s shrugging his parka off his shoulders and draping it over your own before you can even comprehend what’s happening.

“You’re shivering. You might not feel cold because you’ve been drinking, but I can see the goosebumps on your arms.”

He says this so matter-of-factly. Does he not realise how romantic and thoughtful his actions are? He opens his mouth to speak again, but you interrupt him.

“Thank you.”

He offers you that adorable lopsided grin that accentuates just how round and soft his cheeks are.

“It’s really no problem. I don’t want you getting sick.”

Maybe it’s the alcohol. Maybe it’s just how perfect the night has been. Maybe it’s the way he looks at you like you’re the most beautiful person he’s ever seen. Before you can second-guess yourself, you’re removing the cigarette from between his lips and replacing it with a kiss.

He's stiff at first, unsure, before you feel a hesitant hand on your face, thumb caressing your cheek. He pulls away first, pressing his forehead to yours, and you can practically see the stars in his eyes.

“...Wow.”

You suddenly feel bashful, pulling away from him completely and taking a drag from your cigarette.

“Sorry, I-”

“Why are you apologising?”

You meet his gaze again, his glasses fogged up, but not enough to conceal the way his brow knits with worry, the apprehension in his eyes.

“I don’t know, I- I should have asked first.”

He takes your hand in his own, his smile so comforting that you feel all your worries melt away almost instantaneously.

“You don’t ever have to worry about asking me something like that. The answer will always be yes.”

He kisses you again, softly, and you can taste the tobacco on his tongue, making your head spin. His other hand comes to rest on your hip, squeezing it reassuringly as he takes your breath away.

You pull away first this time, readjusting his glasses which have slipped down his nose.

“Do you want to come back to my place?”

Edward’s face goes entirely red at your suggestion, and he stumbles over his words as he tries to string together a coherent sentence.

“I- um, well...”

You smile patiently, and he returns it somewhat hesitantly.

“I’ve- I’ve really enjoyed our night together, and I, just, um... I like you so much that, ah, I don’t really think we should rush anything. You’ve had a bit to drink, and I would hate to take advantage of that.”

Your eyes sting at his rejection as you attempt to muster up a tight-lipped smile, nodding stiffly. Edward’s smile drops.

“Oh dear, I’ve upset you, haven’t I?”

When you don’t quite meet his eyes, he sighs and gently holds your hand, giving you the chance to push him away. When you don’t, he pushes a little further, holding your chin between two fingers and tilting your head up to meet his gaze.

“I’m not lying when I say I like you. I really do, and I would hate to rush something as important as... that... especially when you’re intoxicated. I don’t want you to have any regrets. You're too special.”

Your heart leaps at his words, and you give Edward a small smile. It was never about him, or his comfort. He’s worried that you’d regret sharing yourself with him.

“I... yeah. I guess I’m just used to guys only expecting one thing out of a date. I really like you too, Eddie.”

He presses a chaste kiss to your lips, offering you his hand.

“Let me walk you home?”

You nod, leaning into his side.

Edward, of course, knows exactly where you live, but feigns ignorance as you take the lead back to your apartment. He'd know your building anywhere, thanks to his tendency to follow you home after work to ensure your safety, but being in front of it now, with you by his side, feels so fresh and new that it’s almost as if he’s seeing it for the first time.

It's falling apart, of course. Every building in Gotham that isn’t owned by someone extremely wealthy is. Crude graffiti adorns the crumbling brick walls, and he feels you stiffen up beside him when you notice a couple of shady guys, probably dealing drops, only a few feet away.

“It’s not exactly... the best area. Will you at least wait for your cab in my apartment? I really don’t want you getting mugged, or worse.”

Even with his impressive height, you’re worried Edward could be a target. His smart clothes definitely don’t help.

Edward can hardly believe his luck at finally being able to see the inside of your apartment. Of course, he’s seen it from outside your window when he’s perched on your fire escape late at night, but this is different. This is intimate. Even though he’d turned down your offer for sex, you’re still revealing such a personal aspect of yourself to him.

You trust him.

You lead him into the rundown building, apologising for the elevator that has been broken for months. He already knows that, but nods anyway.

“That’s okay. Five flights of stairs won’t do me any harm.”

When you finally make it inside, he perches somewhat awkwardly on your couch, his height making the piece of furniture appear ridiculously small. You curl up on the other side of the sofa, giving him his space as he books an Uber home.

The silence is thick, but comfortable. Edward is so engrossed in his phone that you’re finally given the chance to really study his features. The curve of his strong nose that holds up his glasses, the roundness of his cheeks, the softness of his jaw. The warmth of the numerous lamps scattered around your apartment light up his face with a soft glow that makes him look almost cherubic.

Edward glances at you, clearly feeling your intense gaze. He doesn’t seem anywhere near as nervous as usual, his smile relaxed.

“You okay?”

You prop your head up with your hand and nod, content.

“You’re so handsome, you know?”

His cheeks grow pink, his smile a little more shy. His voice is a whisper when he speaks.

“Thank you.”

You lapse into another comfortable silence as he returns to his phone, the smile never leaving his face. His phone chimes and he stands reluctantly.

“Cab’s nearly here...”

You walk him to the door, and he lingers for a moment.

“Can I-?”

You don’t give him time to finish, tugging him down by his collar and pressing your lips to his in another soft kiss. His hands find refuge at your waist, pulling you closer to him. You run your hands up his sides, and he reacts with a delicious shiver to your utter delight. Gathering your nerves, you tease his lower lip with a nibble, and he chases your mouth with a soft groan when you pull away from him.

You grin at his flustered state, his cheeks red and glasses fogged up, his sandy fringe ruffled beyond repair. You press one more lingering kiss to his lips before unlocking your door.

“You said your taxi’s nearly here?”

A chuckle escapes Edward, an octave lower than what you’re used to, and your knees go weak at the sound. He runs his hand through his hair, adjusting his glasses.

“You are so cruel.”

You glance down, immediately realising what he’s referencing, and giggle giddily.

“You’ll just have to wait for next time, I guess.”

He sighs, a dazed smile on his face.

“So, you want me to take you out again?”

You roll your eyes playfully, standing on your tiptoes so that your mouth is on level with his ear. You run a hand down his chest, your voice a sultry purr.

“I thought that much was obvious.”

Edward breathes out heavily through his nose and you smile innocently at him before kissing his cheek. The tension is shattered by the loud sound of his ringtone and you both jump back, the spell broken. Edward smiles apologetically at you when he answers the phone before panic spreads across his face. You can faintly hear a very angry man shouting at him on the other side of the line.

“Yes, yes! Sorry! I’ll be right there! Sorry!”

The other caller hangs up and you snort, pushing him gently out the door.

“Don’t let me keep you any longer from the most awkward ride home of your life. Are you gonna tell the driver you left him waiting so long because you were making out with your colleague?”

Edward stumbles over his words, the flush on his cheeks somehow deepening.

“I, ah, will not be doing that. Christ, I’m going to have to tip him even more than I was planning to, aren’t I?”

You giggle and Edward laughs too, giving you one last quick kiss before practically throwing himself down the stairs.

You close your door, sighing dreamily like the protagonist of a cheesy rom-com. You shoot Edward a quick text and sink onto your sofa, your heart thrumming. You'd gotten him to open up. You're going to go on another date. You kissed him. As far as first dates go, you’d chalk that up to being pretty successful.

The rest of your evening is spent texting back and forth with Edward, and when you finally roll into bed your brain is clouded with thoughts of him, his smile, the feeling of his lips on yours. You’re so focused on the image of Edward’s silly flustered smile after you kissed him for the first time that your rational thinking completely skips over one minor detail that you’ll have completely forgotten by the time you wake up.

How did he know what floor you live on?

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calzone-d · 8 months

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Growing (Ted Lasso x Fem!Reader)

pairing: ted lasso x fem!reader

warnings: so much fluff, michelle & ted’s mom mention, ted worrying as per usual, talks of having a child

summary: just some domestic fluff and then a deep convo caused by something henry said

a/n: promise i’m alive! posting this from the basement of nursing school. but only 7 more months left then i will go crazy on here. anyways here’s dad!ted fluff to make your heart swoon. i miss ted so much, he deserved so much more 😭

find my masterlist here.

requests are always open!

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the morning sun felt warm against your skin as you stretched in bed. you’d slept throughout the night for the first time in months. usually, you’d wake up with your baby girl a few times a night. sometimes you and ted would swap off.

apparently he took it upon himself to be on baby duty all night, and you definitely appreciated the extra sleep.

if you listened close enough you could hear ted talking to henry. henry’s laughter echoed through the hallways and it made you smile softly.

henry was the best big brother to charlotte. he loved helping pick out her outfits and teach her new things. at first he was worried you’d pull away because after all, he isn’t technically your kid. luckily, after lots of pinky promises and hugs he got comfortable with the idea of a new addition to your tight knit family.

from the minute he first held her they’ve been best friends.

as you lay reminiscing, you could hear her high-pitched giggles and babbles mixed in with the rest of the chatter.

your joints popped as you stretched once more before pulling yourself out of bed to slip on one of ted’s old sweatshirts and your pajama shorts. the floor was cold on your feet, so you slipped on a pair of fuzzy socks and followed the sound of the laughter.

henry was in the living room, and had swapped out entertaining ted and charlotte for his video game. ted had your baby strapped to his chest in the baby carrier while he moved around the kitchen making breakfast. he had her facing forward, and her chubby little hands reached out to grab at anything he dared to pick up. her dark wispy hair and button nose were a replica of ted’s and it was even more obvious when their faces were close enough to compare.

when he wasn’t using two hands, he had one planted firmly on the front of the baby carrier over her stomach. even though she was secure, they both found a bit of extra comfort knowing the other was right there. by the way her fingers gripped his larger ones, she clearly didn’t mind.

ted made conversation with her like she was able to communicate with real words.

“the batter look good enough to you, baby?”

she cooed at him. he dipped the tip of his index finger into the batter and brought it up to her mouth to taste.

“try some, charlotte.. here you go”, his voice was soft as she mouthed the pancake batter off his finger. she was silent for a moment before she began smacking her lips.

“you like it, sweet pea?”

she cooed and squealed more excitedly this time while kicking her legs out. her actions made ted giggle while he wiped his hand on a dish towel.

after a few minutes she started reaching for bowl of batter. ted brought another fingertip up to her mouth for her to taste. this time, it drew a sharp “ow!” out of him.

“shoot, sweetheart.. feels like you’ve got a tooth comin’ in there, huh?”

she looked up and backwards as best she could at him. one of ted’s hands came up to brush her hair out of her forehead while he rubbed his finger around her gums. she grunted at him and brought her tiny hands up to hold his. ted moved to the freezer to get a gel teething ring out for her to chew on.

charlotte babbled when he handed it to her and quickly realized it gave her more relief when it was in her mouth.

“that feel better? hmm.. there you go, baby.”

he murmured to her as he went back to breakfast. when he turned around, the sight of you made him break out into a smile, while charlotte broke out into a fit of babbles. her chubby legs were kicking in the air, occasionally hitting ted’s stomach.

“well good mornin’, sweetheart.”

“hi, teddy.”

you smiled at the pair and let ted pull you in for a sweet kiss. it didn’t last very long with the way charlotte was growing restless at the sight of you. she was a daddy’s girl all day long, but she still loved some time with her mom.

ted held a strong hand against her while he unfastened her harness, which wasn’t the easiest job with how wiggly she was. you chuckled lovingly at him and stepped closer to help him out.

“mama! mamamama! mamaaa!”, charlotte’s squeals and babbles made henry want to join in on the fun.

his feet raced across the floor until he came in the kitchen and immediately hugged you. he knew to not hug you in a way that would make you drop baby girl, but still found a way to give you a routine good morning hug.

“..there you go, sweetheart. go show mama those chompers.”

with one hand around henry and another holding charlotte on your hip, you shot ted a look.

“her teeth are coming in?”, this was news to you.

ted shared his discovery with you as he finally began cooking the pancakes.

“sure are, didn’t even realize ‘til she ‘bout bit my finger off”, he jokingly waved a finger at charlotte and you all laughed as she giggled at him.

“oooh! can i see?!”, even henry was excited about her new milestone.

you sat down at the kitchen table and placed charlotte on top so that she was facing you. henry joined and held a hand to her back while you took her face in your hands. charlotte was chomping away at her freezer ring and it was already covered in drool.

you softly pulled it from her mouth, “let mama see, baby.. oh my goodness! you do have some teeth in there!”, you cooed as you gently opened her mouth to take a look at her baby teeth.

ever the responsive baby, she squealed in response to your words. she let you hold her mouth open long enough for henry to take a peek, but she realized that her mouth was starting to hurt without her teething ring.

she settled down as you put her back in your lap with an arm holding her close to you. you bounced her softly and brushed her curls from her face, “she’s growing up, ted..”

ted shot you a smile from where he was flipping the pancakes, “i know! if we’re not careful, she’ll be as tall as henry next week!”

ted’s words made henry laugh, “no she won’t dad! she’s just a baby!”

more quiet now, charlotte have a drool-covered smile around her teething ring that was slowly growing warm.

“our big girl, huh baby?”, her high-pitched giggle made you all smile.

“alright, henry these are about done. want to help me with the last ones?”

henry eagerly shot up and ran to help ted flip the pancakes. you flipped charlotte around to where she could lie against your chest and gave yourself a moment to just hold her.

she immediately pressed her cheek against the part of your chest not covered by your t-shirt. her eyelashes fluttered against your skin, and even though it tickled you had no intentions of moving her. she began growing fussy against you as her teeth began hurting again.

“shhh,” you shushed her and began gently rocking her, “i know it hurts baby, i’m sorry.”

you didn’t realize it but ted had stepped away and left henry in charge of the pancakes. he quickly returned with some baby teething gel you’d picked up in preparation for this moment.

“oh- thank you, honey.”, he handed it to you before returning back to where henry was standing near the stove.

“look at that sweet girl, daddy’s got us all fixed up.”, you sat her back on the table and she fiddled with her now lukewarm teething ring. she watched you take the cap off the gel and smear a little on your pinky.

“here, baby..” she quickly opened her mouth to gnaw on your pinky and hummed in content as the gel began kicking in.

in seconds your finger was covered with drool but it was worth it to know she was a little bit more comfortable.

“breakfast is ready, darlin’.. you want a plate?”, Ted came up behind you and put a warm hand on your back as he spoke.

“I’m okay right now, tryin’ to help out our girl here. We’re gonna come to the table though, I’ve missed you guys these past few days.”

ted smiled and pressed a quick kiss to your hair. “I’ll go ahead and put a plate in the fridge for you?”

you smiled back, “thanks teddy.”

charlotte had somehow calmed down even more after you moved her to the table and she could see everyone. her eyes grew heavy after she finally got comfortable and you moved her so that she could nap on your chest.

her chubby hands grabbed a hold of your shirt while she drifted off in your arms. mouth slightly open, she was drooling all over your pajama top but you couldn’t bring yourself to care. you were just glad she’d finally got some relief.

as ted and henry filled you in on their upcoming week, you rubbed soft circles on her back and pressed kisses to her wispy curls.

“mom, did you know my friend alex has TWO baby sisters?”, henry’s hopeful tone made you raise your eyebrows.

“does he, now?”

“mhm”, henry hummed as ted shot you a panicked ‘I’m sorry’ look.

you couldn’t quite wrap your head around the look, though. you loved the family you’d made with ted and had no qualms with expanding it.

henry continued filling you in on the details of his weekend plans with ted as he got up to put his plate in the sink. he ran to the living room to turn on the show he’s been watching recently.

charlotte stirred on your chest, and you looked at her with the biggest heart eyes on earth. she looked so much like ted.

while you admired her features, ted stammered out an, “i-i’m so sorry about what he said. i don’t want you to think- i know you just-“

“you don’t want another one, teddy?”

“wha- no! no, i absolutely do! i just.. i had no clue he was gonna say that, i’m sorry.”

“s’not anything to worry about, love. would love another one of your babies. maybe not right now, but that doesn’t mean i want that any less.”

ted seemed almost relieved, his shoulders relaxing at your words.

charlotte had begun to stir at the sound of ted’s voice, and it was clear she still felt poorly. as soon as she took in her surroundings and registered the pain in her mouth, she began to cry around her pacifier. little tears rolled down her rosy cheeks.

her tiny feet dug into your legs as she tried standing up with her hands grabbing onto your shoulders.

“hi, baby.. you’re okay sweet girl..” you shushed her.

“dada! dada!” she wailed around her pacifier. she seemed inconsolable. and as soon as ted heard her words, he was on his feet and approaching the two of you with open arms.

her outstretched arms mirrored his, and her wailing turned into whimpering the moment she was settled in his arms. charlotte turned and tucked her face into ted’s neck. she was still whimpering but had definitely settled down some.

you stood in front of them and rubbed at her back while ted cooed at her. she always loved attention from you both at the same time, so she really settled down after that.

“you’re such a good mom, angel.”

your cheeks turned bright red at his compliment.

“you’re a great dad, teddy. we love you so much.”

“the three of you are my world. how could i not want more?”

you and ted went into the living room, where the three of you settled on the couch. henry had fallen asleep in ted’s oversized recliner while watching his show, and you didn’t miss the tiny grin on his face when you draped his favorite blanket over him.

ted changed the channel to watch the day’s football match, and charlotte got comfortable against his broad chest. seeing her tiny form draped over his strong, hairy chest always does things to you. he still hasn’t acknowledged your statement, but you’d learned to give him a bit of time to mull things over in his head over the years.

her eyes grew heavy as she listened to his heartbeat and the hum of the TV. it wasn’t long before you followed, drifting off with your head on the armrest and feet in ted’s lap.

ted rubbed her back while her breathing evened out and spoke up after a few minutes, “you’d really want another?”

a smile spread across your face, “of course, ted. absolutely.”

ted nodded silently and you could tell he was beginning to overthink.

“talk to me, babe.”, you poked your foot into the side of his thigh. when you first met him, he would’ve denied anything was wrong. he would’ve pushed it down and bottled it up.

now, he found comfort in telling you his fears. he let himself be scared and be taken care of by you. he’d come such a long way from the dark place he was in when you first met.

“you don’t think i’m gettin’ too old?”, his voice was small and he kept his eyes fixed on charlotte as he spoke.

“ted you aren’t old! i call you my old man but it’s out of love. you have so much life and brightness in you.. being old isn’t anywhere on your radar yet.”

“but, what about when my mom pulls some more bull again, talkin’ about me movin’ to kansas n’all that? because now it won’t just be her, it’ll be another one she’s gon’ try to use as leverage and-“

“ted, breathe.”, you’d sat up now and rubbed at his arms that were wrapped around your daughter.

“that.. what happened when your mom came here last time isn’t going to happen again. we’re not putting any of us through that regardless of if we have another one or not.. did she call again?”

“yeah. last night while you had the kids in the bath. throwin’ all kinds of stuff out there about this being a ‘phase’ n’all that. told her to call me if there’s an emergency and just hung up.”

you were both silent, and you could tell his blood was boiling just as yours was.

“i’m proud of you ted. i know she’s being.. difficult.”

“m’just scared because.. havin’ another just gives me more chances to screw ‘em up and i don’t- i couldn’t.”, his eyes stayed fixed on the little girl in his arms as his voice grew tight.

“you haven’t screwed anything up. you love these kids, you love me. you were literally meant to be a dad and, shit, a husband too. you have the most gentle, kind, loving heart. there’s not a single bit of me that worries about these kids with you.”

“s’just so easy to imagine sometimes, you know? I worry about somethin’, then I imagine it happenin’ and I start circling the drain..”

“you’re growing and learning too, just like them. it’s okay to worry, hun.. but they’re here, and they’re wonderful.. they’re you.”

“it has been brought up by the boys lately.. especially now that she’s getting older.”

a smile had finally appeared on his face.

“just think about it, ted. doesn’t have to happen tonight. just want you to know that i’m beyond happy to have another baby with you, love.”, your words were exactly what he needed to hear.

“we may need to get to practicin’ then..”

thanks for reading!

#ted lasso x reader #ted lasso #ted lasso thoughts #ted lasso imagine #my writing #ted lasso fanfiction #ted lasso one shot #ted lasso fanfic #ted lasso fic #ted lasso fluff #dad!ted superiority

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wynnyfryd · 1 year

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hi i’m home sick with a fever pls enjoy some porn (steddie + daddy kink, rated E, 18+, minors peace out now etc etc)

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie whines. “S-say it again.”

“Say what, baby?”

“Tell me you love me. Tell me you love me when you come.”

Steve slows his thrusts, smiling with his tongue caught between his teeth as he leans back to fold Eddie’s legs up against his chest and squeeze his thighs together. “Uh uh. You know better than that, baby, ask nicer.”

He pushes in with one long, slow glide, pressing in deep, making Eddie’s eyes roll back in his head before he resumes his brutal pace, lifting Eddie’s hips fully off the bed.

“Please!” Eddie cries. He feels like a ragdoll. Like a toy, a brainless thing built just for Steve’s pleasure. And he wants to please him, wants him to feel as good as he feels. “Please, Daddy. Been so good for you, please please please—“

“Yeah, you have,” Steve grunts, pumping his hips faster, “such a good girl, aren’t you? So proud of you. So fucking proud of you, baby, oh, shit—”

His hips stutter out of rhythm, his face twisted up in pleasure. “Feels so— fuck, I love you, baby,” he groans, his voice so low and sweet as he pulses deep inside, the words dripping like syrup from his kiss-bruised mouth, and Eddie comes undone. He wails and shivers and convulses on Steve’s cock, too fucked out to notice he’s screaming as he spurts between them, cum splashing warm and wet all over his chest, his ribs, pooling in his belly button.

Steve rocks him through it, petting his hair, squeezing his thighs, saying, “Good girl, good girl, that’s it, baby, come for me.”

“Oh, my fucking god,” Eddie laughs breathlessly when he finishes riding out the aftershocks. Steve pulls out with a soft pop, rolls onto his back beside him and groans in exhaustion, and Eddie fucking giggles as the cum drips out of him, kicking his socked feet in the air like a squealing school girl.

“Baby,” he swoons, totally overwhelmed, pawing blindly at Steve’s chest hair, “that was the hottest thing you’ve ever said to me.”

Steve looks over at him with so much naked love and affection that Eddie almost weeps. “Oh, so I’m ‘baby’ now, am I?” he teases, poking Eddie in the side just to make him giggle and squirm some more. “What happened to Daddy, huh?”

“Nothing,” Eddie smiles, soft and sweet. He nuzzles his way into the crook of Steve’s arm, tucking himself against his chest and planting a kiss right over his heart. “Thank you, Daddy, I love you.”

“Love you, too, baby. So much.”

#steddie #steddie fic #steve harrington #eddie munson #my fic #steddie smut #daddy kink but make it wholesome #they’re gross and so in love 🥰#dom steve harrington #sub eddie munson #my writing

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lnfours · 1 year

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Would you write tom going on a first date with reader and she talks A LOT and he's just simping so hard because she's really cute? Maybe interrupting her with a kiss? Love your writing so so much, pls never stop

thank u nonnie! 🥺 UGH i want tom holland to be so in love with me that he doesn't give a fuck abt my rambling

send me asks about tom !

you sat across from tom in the booth as he sipped on his beer, a smile on his face as he listened to you talk about work. it was nice for a change to hear about something that wasn't in the entertainment world. he loved hearing how passionate you get about things your working on for your company and he just loved everything about your work ethic.

he could listen to you talk for hours. hell, years, even.

he couldn't help it. you just looked so pretty in your dress that complimented your eye color and you were radiating as you talked more about the things going on with work. he loved that you loved what you did for a living. loving your job was an important part to living a happy life.

another part for living a happy life, to him, was making sure you were in it.

"sorry, am i talking too much?" you had caught onto the fact that he was quiet, other than the 'mhm' and 'yeah's he said every once in a while. truth be told, it wasn't because you were annoying him, no not at all. you could never annoy him. it was because you were so mesmerizing. he literally got lost in your eyes, just like characters in romance books do.

"no, no, you're fine, really," he smiled, grabbing your hands and lacing your fingers together on the table.

your cheeks turned a light shade of pink, suddenly becoming embarrassed, "you sure?"

"totally." he smiled.

and your conversations continued up until he walked you up to your front door. he didn't mean to interrupt you, he really didn't. he just was swooning so hard he swore he was about to start levitating. and it didn't help that you looked beautiful as ever, right here in this moment.

he pressed his lips to yours as you were speaking and you fell quiet. you kissed him back after relaxing a little, his hands pulling you in closer to him by your waist. you wrapped yours around his neck, playing with the curls on the nape of his neck.

"sorry," he mumbled, "couldn't help myself."

you smiled, glancing down at your feet before he tilted your chin back up to meet his eyes, "no, it's okay. you can tell me to shut up like that any time."

he laughed at the joke, smiling before leaning back down to kiss you. you smiled into the kiss, fishing your keys out of your purse. you broke the kiss momentarily, still grinning back up at him.

"wanna come inside?"

"please."

you smiled, giggling as he placed soft kisses on your neck with a smile. he didn't mean it in a sexual way, he just wanted to kiss you all over. he could kiss you all day and still want more.

you squealed, tom picking you up off the ground and pushing the door open once you had gotten it unlocked. you laughed loudly, tom kicking the door closed gently with his foot. he peppered kisses all over your face.

"tommy! put me down!" you were still laughing, wrapping your legs around his waist to make sure you didn't fall.

he smiled, placing you down on the couch as he hovered over you, "as you wish, princess."

#tom holland imagine #tom holland x reader #tom holland #tom holland fluff #tom holland blurb #tom holland x reader fluff #fluff blurb #blurb #tom holland fluff imagine #tom holland fluff blurb #mail time #new moon #blurb night

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giggly-squiggily · 11 months

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reader cuddling w nagi and he finds out that they're ticklish and then when reader tries to push nagi off and finds out hes ticklish etc etc (or wtv u want i just want a nagi tickle fight)

{Headcanons to Dabbles: CLOSED!}

Oo, it's Nagi time! I hope it's okay I combined these two; they were fairly similar in terms of headcanons :3 I hope y'all like it!

“Nom!” Nagi’s mouth was on your shoulder, blowing a loud raspberry against your skin. “I’m a vampire. Fear me.”

“Oo, so scary~” You mock swooned, giggling at your boyfriend’s antics. It was a lazy Sunday, and Nagi was making the most of it. “Don’t drink my blood!”

“Too bad! I’m hungry!” He pushed his face into your neck nibbling gently. “Munch munch munch- whoa, are you ticklish?”

“Aheheheahha! N-Nohoohoho?” You tried pushing him away, but you lacked any real strength, letting him crawl on top of you as he carried on nibbling. “Ehehehehehehe, Nahahahhagi!”

“Heh, cute. Hey, where else are you ticklish?” He brought his hands to your sides, tapping and wiggling along your ribs. “I bet I can make you squeal.”

“Nahahahahahhahhagihihihihihihi!” You kicked your feet against the bed, slapping at his shoulders and pulling at his shirt in your fit. He was diabolical today! In a desperate attempt to free yourself, you grabbed his waist, pressing in with all ten fingers.

“Nnegh!” The tickling halted- momentarily. Nagi spasmed from the touch, eyes wide. “Oh you’re fighting back now? Bring it ohohohohohn!” He went back to tickling, going for your ribs as your own fingers rapidly squeezed along his hips. “Ahehahahahhaha, (Y/N)!”

“HahahahahHA! Gohohohot you nohohohow- ehheheheek not thehehehehre!” You scrunched when he went back for your neck, resuming his previous nibbling. In response, you dropped your hand to his thigh, pinching the softer spots.

“AH!” Nagi let out a loud bark of laughter, jerking to the side. The force of that move was enough to send him off balance, bringing him, you and the bedding over the edge. Within seconds you were blinded, bouncing against soft pillows. “Whoa, you okay (Y/N)- AH NOOHOHO!”

“Back to the game!” You cried, still tickling despite your predicament. It soon became a pile of limbs and sheets as the two of you battled, simultaneously seeking the edge of the blanket while attacking each other's tickle spots.

Finally- when the blanket was removed and you two could see again, you stopped, giggling like a child at Nagi’s flushed pout. “Heh, I win.”

“Oh yeah? Round two then!” Nagi laughed before burrowing his face in your neck once more, making you squeal and giggle beneath him.

#headcanons to dabbles #tickle #tickle dabble #blue lock #nagi seishiro #reader insert #fluff #antics for the lazy boy jaerjkeakjrjkaerjka

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justagalwhowrites · 8 months

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Ahhh! Bestie!! When I saw the new NIT chapter post I dropped everything to read it! (Not that I had anything going on really lol)

They said it! Omg! They make my heart swoon 😍

And the kiss cam?! I wonder if Sarah keeps up with UT football? I wonder if the kiss cams get shown on the live feeds? (Giggles and squeals kicking my feet) Oh the thoughts I have to ponder 🤔

Love youuu!! 🫶🏼

THEY SAID IT AHHHHHH BESTIE!!!!

As far as Sarah keeping up with UT football, whatever you do don't try to picture Joel teaching a little Sarah in a burnt orange Longhorns shirt about downs when she was like six years old, her curls in pigtails that bounce when she nods. Don't do it. Just don't. It's too cute.

Lots to ponder, I know!!

Love you!!

#fanfic #joel miller x female reader #kit answers #send asks #new in town

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ladylooch · 7 months

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Part 3

Thankfully, his sister is close by, and you ask her to hold Lily. You got talk to your fiance. She loves holding lily, so it's not a big deal.

After passing your daughter to his sister, miles storming out, pulling you. He stops at a place that you are pretty sure with was his hookup spot.

You can't help but laugh, bringing his attention to you. You tease him about the spot. If it was another moment, he probably would giggle. You take a deep breath and explain yourself.

Miles says that he doesn't like it when man hit on you, you don't like either. But the thought of him needing to do a better job showing that you're his crosses your mind.

You rest your hands on his chest, calming him down and showing that you're not going anywhere. And you ask him to be the last one he kisses at that spot. He totally does with that smile of his.

I hope you guys like it. If you don't, that's okay too. Have a good night, you guys. There is more to come for this little fam.

-👢

SOBBING!!!!!

When the past and the future come together at the hook up spot 🥹 That is cute as all hell!

Squealing, kicking my feet, and swooning over you!

Thank you for sharing more of our sweet family, babe!

#👢 anon #miles wood x reader #our little family

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just-jordie-things · 4 months

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JORDIEEE THE 10K SPECIAL 10 FICS !!!! WHATTT URE THE ONLY WRITER EVER !!!!!!! and i mean it sm !!!!!! <3<3<3<3<3<3<3<3 spent a lovely hour reading ur most recent yuuta fic and giggling like a schoolgirl HES ADORABLEEEEE i was reading aloud the "chatting in each others dms" parts and i kept on taking pauses bc i just Had to scream into my pillow out of giddiness >.< ur yuuta is the greatest !!! the way u write his humbleness and his flirtiness is so smooth and masterfully done that it makes me dizzy in the best ways possible. the part in which u describe him as "looking out of place in your bedroom" made him feel so real to me for a moment. i was Stunned !!!! i cant get enough of ur yuuta characterization I feast on it I Chug it like a thirsty yuuta lover !!! his nervous antics, thoughts, his tendency to come off funnier than he intends to...... dreamy sighs. ur yuuta is everything to me. and ofc ill be eating up the rest of the 10k fics rn !!!! congrats on 10k jordie ure the greatest !!!

blushing squealing kicking my feet i’m literally smiling so hard this is making me swoon!!!! i’m so glad he’s so well received !! i loooove writing for yuuta he might be my favorite bf so this is just the little gift i need to write him harder LOL

but seriously thank you thank you you’re so kind and sweet and i truly appreciate the message 🫶🫶 happy reading love !!

#i’m still blushing #jordie says stuff

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kithtaehyung · 10 months

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hiiiii my love! :) I MISSED SO MUCH CONTENT BUT I’M CAUGHT UP NOW :)

first thing’s first, i read the prologue for seven days and i’m OBSESSED!! one thing that you always, always nail perfectly is the dialogue bc omgggg the dialogue in this is *chef’s kiss* the synergy between oc and jungkook is sooo good and i love how consistent jungkook is😭 one line that made me laugh so hard was Because one of us has to be the logical one and you’re a looney toon💀 this perfectly describes irl jungkook too bc tell me why one second this man is sitting normally, and doing headstands the next💀 WHEN HE STARTED SINGING ONE WISH?? I’M CACKLING SO HARD😭 i love me a goofy man and seven days jk is just that😤🫶🏼 the prologue already has me cheesing, but i have a feeling i’m gonna be giggling and kicking my feet in the air throughout every chapter🤭 ahhhh i really love these two and their chemistry so far EEEEEEEE!!!

next, the way i SCRUMPT seeing the fuckboys masterlist??? I’M SO EXCITED AND ALSO THE HOSEOK ONE?? *insert pic of emoji smirking and pushing it’s nonexistent hair behind it’s ear* HELLO?? also not me rereading new guy for the millionth time this year *insert pic of tae standing behind a pole* ALSO WE’RE GETTING A REVAMP OF HUSH, YEAH?? *SQUEALS*

AND FINALLY, THE RECENT TEASER FOR 3TAN11?? HELLO?? ARE YOU KIDDING?? I COULD BARELY HANDLE SEVEN DAYS JK WITH CHAINS AND HERE COMES 3TAN YOONGI WITH THE KILL😭😭 there’s so much happening in this little snippet, but CHAINS ASIDE, yoongi circling around the car to open the door for oc has me SWOONING!! he is the standard. i don’t make the rules☺️

i’m so sorry that i keep going mia😭 the disconnect i’ve been feeling from everything lately is just not it :( i always want to send you genuine asks with my genuine feelings, so whenever i feel this way, i always try to take some time to myself and get better mentally, before sending anything in. i’m much better now though and going through your blog and catching up on everything is just what i needed to start my morning :) have a great day, my love!🫶🏼

-🥮

MOONCAKE HI😭💕🍊 I totally understand the disconnect feeling and not wanting to come back until you feel okay. I’ll always love seeing your messages no matter how much time passes in between🫂 Hopefully things are okay now.

That being said.. holy shit yeah that’s a whole shit ton of to come back to LOL let’s get into it!!

Listen. 7days!jk is a hilarious gd fool and I can’t wait for y’all to see even more of him! Even though I’m gonna fight his ass I still already love him wayyyy too much🥹 Like we’re only one part in and it’s already getting hard not to kick blankets too much while I’m writing😂

AND THE ONE WISH PART HAHAHA PLEASEEE i couldn’t handle that and was like “this is where we’re going, huh”💀 the looney tune line is just. perfect for this dynamic.

THE FBOY!BANGTAN💀💀💀 okay so when I posted 7days I was like.. “well, shit. we can make a masterlist now” bc I already had stuff for jimin jin and hobi in the wips. just didn’t say anything for jin’s but only mentioned the other two in passing! get ready for them all and HUSH YEAH IS RETURNINGGGGG😤

🍊 not even gonna mention 3tan yoongi bc that man continues to destroy me in every single way possible PFFFT but yes🥹 him opening the door we love a man and probably love him too much‼️

i’m happy you’re back again! the blog may be a little slow in the coming days bc things are picking up both in the studio and with some shop stuff. but I’m writing wips, and drafting responses to feedback when i can💕

#thank you so so much for this!#🥮 anon #asks:3tan #asks:hushyeah?#fboy!bangtan #asks:7days #lovely people #*ryenfictalk #mailbox💌#long post

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favoniuscodex · 3 years

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misc. modern au scenarios [ diluc, xiao ]

prompt: various modern au scenes that i feel would happen with diluc & xiao pairings: diluc x gn!reader, xiao x gn!reader warnings: none words: ~1.0k words

a/n: xiao isn't as angsty as normal because no karmic debt or whatever yadda yadda. zhongli and dainsleif were gonna be in here but i cut them out LOL

diluc - finding his old t-shirts

diluc knows danger is imminent as he hears an excited squeal from you. he's paid you little attention for the last few minutes, having left you to your own devices after you asked for permission to rifle through his closet to see what was inside. the redhead hadn't been entirely sure as to why you wanted to do such a thing, but, in his approval for you to do so, he had forgotten about a rather massive skeleton in the closet.

"diluc," you gasp in awe, pulling out a box buried far in the closet, one diluc had thought he had thrown out. your lover looks up from his phone and winces as he sees the box in your hands, recognizing it nearly immediately after years of forgetting about it. he winces, knowing its far too late to insist that you put it back, especially after you've already seen what's inside. you plop the box on the bed next to diluc and look greedily at what lies within, before pulling various objects out.

"is this a 'my chemical romance' shirt? oh my god," with little hesitation, you shrug the shirt on over your head, letting it rest on top of your shirt underneath. you look back into the box and let out another gasp, eyes widening with delight. "is this manic panic? oh my god. diluc."

your boyfriend has long since placed his phone down, watching in sheer mortification as you uncover his deepest secret. he watches, face bright red with embarrassment, as you put the puzzle pieces together and turn to look at him with a devilish grin.

"you had an emo phase?!" you squeal, far too delighted. butterflies erupt in his stomach upon seeing you in his shirt, yet you give him little time to relish in the sight as you flop onto the bed next to him, the box separating the two of you.

"... yes," diluc relents, knowing that lying to you will get him nowhere. you grin at this knowledge and diluc can't help but think about how beautiful you look as your expression contorts with amusement. peals of laughter escape your lips as the giggles wrack your body and diluc can't help but laugh alongside with you, relieved that your laughter is no worse than lighthearted amusement. but your laughter eventually comes to an end and the two of you are left staring at each other. you use a hand to push his long red locks out of his face and stare at him intently, eyes scanning over his face. diluc thinks you're about to kiss him, but you choose to speak instead.

"so, do you have any pictures? i can't picture you with black hair. also, i hope you know i'm keeping the shirt."

xiao - learning how to skateboard

your boyfriend was painfully cool. there was no other way to describe it. with a piercing gaze that intimidated some while making others swoon and an impeccable fashion sense to match, xiao was easily one of the coolest people you had ever met. which, of course, is why he had shocked you when he first asked you out. throughout all of your dates, xiao had noticed many things about you, but one had always stuck out to him.

"would you like to learn to skateboard?" xiao had asked you in the soft tone he reserved only for you. his heart had fluttered at the way your expression had lit up at his question and xiao internally kicked himself for not having asked you sooner. the simple suggestion had left you looking excited, like a kid seeing their presents christmas morning.

now, you stand in front of xiao, who extends his hands to you. beneath one of his feet rests a skateboard that you hesitantly step onto. he shifts his weight so it remains stable underneath you, bracing you as you clutch his hands tightly while stepping on. once fully balanced, xiao carefully lifts his foot up and smiles at you. you look at him with a furrowed brow.

"have you ever taught anyone how to skateboard?" you ask, unsure of the situation. xiao looks down at the skateboard then back up at you and sends you a reassuring smirk.

"no," he answers, far too confident for your own liking. your eyes widen slightly at his words and xiao realizes the mistake he's made admitting that as you wobble on the skateboard slightly. his foot instinctively returns to the board as you clutch his hands for dear life, not wanting to roll away.

"alright," xiao attempts to change the topic of conversation. "i'm going to push you gently and you're going to try to balance as you coast, okay?"

you glance at him nervously, but you nod, already missing the feel of his hands as he lets go of yours. gently, he pushes your shoulder and you begin to slowly move. next to you, xiao matches the pace of the skateboard, but the two of you don't get very far. you panic and fall into his arms, which immediately brace you as you stumble off the skateboard. you let out a nervous giggle and xiao looks down at you hunched over in his arms.

"are you okay?" xiao asks and you stand up straight and nod. he grins at you.

"you made it farther than i did the first time i learned," he confesses and your eyes light up at his words of almost-praise. he lets out a soft giggle, something that you don't hear often from him, and you smile at him. xiao takes a step back from you and holds his hands out once more, ready to brace you as you climb back onto the skateboard.

"ready to go again?" he asks and you nod, knowing your boyfriend would catch you if you fell again.

#xiao x reader #diluc x reader #genshin impact x reader #xiao #diluc #genshin impact #axia's writing

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nagipops · 3 years

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hello! could i request a fluff fic with nagi or rin and they accidentally hit you with the ball? if not it’s okay <3 thank you so much for writing for blue lock! there’s so little content for blue lock zzz T___T

ELEVEN

FEATURING: nagi seishiro!

SUMMARY: in which a white-haired soccer superstar literally sweeps you off your feet.

WARNINGS: this is a modern au!

A/N: absolutely adore this prompt, tysm for requesting! and of course, i’m so lucky that bllk has such an amazing, supportive fanbase and im so happy to contribute to it! here’s a lil fluff for nagi bby as a treat <3

“That number eleven’s kinda cute, no?”

You stared in awe as the tall, quiet forward player easily maneuvered the ball into a trap in midair before striking it with his other leg, sending the ball piercing across the field and directly into the goal, all within the blink of an eye.

“Hello? Earth to (Y/N)? Sayuri, sending radio waves to (Y/N)!” the teasing voice pulled you out of your trance, but your eyes remained glued to the white-haired boy who nonchalantly received shoulder claps and fist bumps from his fellow teammates.

You blinked once, twice as the field began to reset before turning to your best friend standing beside you, waggling her fingers this way and that to try and get your attention.

“Yeah— sorry, what did you say?” You heard the squeals and cheers of dozens of fangirls lined up on the sidelines of the field, screaming the name of the boy that was just inaudible to you.

“I saiiiid... isn’t that white-haired boy just adorable? He’s a prodigy at soccer, too!” she swooned as the boy raised his hand in a miniscule wave at a mob of fans, his expression confused, and even... uncomfortable?

Stifling a snort, you replied, “He looks like he’s about to cry from all the attention.” Studying his innocent features and his fluffy white hair, you added, “I’ll give him cute, though. Plus, his soccer skills are totally something else... his feet are like magic.”

The game restarted once again, and you watched with stars in your eyes as the boy expertly weaved and maneuvered through his stumbling opponents with ease and elegance, the ball never leaving his feet.

Standing near the opponent’s goal, you admired how focused the boy was on managing the ball while also keeping an eye on his opponents. His calculating teal eyes flitted around the field, totaling up the defenders standing near the goal when—

Oh.

Oh my god.

Two cyan eyes locked directly onto yours, seeming to pierce through your skull and search your brain in that split second of time.

This boy had the most gorgeous, otherworldly eyes you had ever seen; they were filled with such a fascinating mystique that felt like you were being sucked in with just a glance.

And just as quickly, the moment was over as the cheering of the match filled your ears once again, and the white-haired boy sprinted past you at the speed of light.

Your cheeks began to feel warm as you felt a smile begin to spread on your face. “Sayuri...” you breathed, your hands moving to touch your cheeks. “He... looked at me.”

But your best friend was animatedly chatting with one of the members of the soccer team a few feet away, her teasing giggle cutting through the din of the audience.

Sighing with a grin on your face, you gazed at the ground, trying to recall the feeling of his eyes reeling your soul into him in just a fraction of a millisecond.

How could he have such a profound effect on you? He was just so dreamy and ethereal, it felt like his eyes were boring into your very soul. And those long legs, and his fluffy hair, and his blasé demeanor, and—

WHACK!

You toppled to the ground, face stinging, nose burning, bones aching from the sudden impact. Your back seared with pain as the dew on the grass seeped into your uniform.

"Ghh..." you groaned, your eyes slowly fluttering open. Directly in front of you was a blue jersey with the number eleven printed on it.

Eleven?...

Oh.

You excruciatingly tilted your head upwards to widen your field of vision, and sure enough, staring down from above was none other than the white-haired, teal-eyed soccer prodigy, number eleven.

You have never wanted to crawl into a hole more. Seriously? After that enchanting moment of eye contact, this is what it came down to?

How did you even end up here, lying on the ground with a nearly broken back and an even more broken nose, with the school's mysterious heartthrob towering over you?

"Sorry," a tiny voice mumbled. And then all of sudden, the boy was lowering himself onto the ground next to you, hovering directly over your face.

And then you were met with those frosty cyan eyes once again, yet this time they were directly above you, examining your face with curiosity.

“Does it still hurt?” he tilted his head this way and that, peering into your eyes, your nose, your face, everywhere. “That was one of my best kicks. Shame it got wasted on a cute face.”

As if your cheeks weren’t red enough from the ball to the face, they flushed an even deeper shade of crimson. “C-cute?”

After blinking a few times, the boy above you got up onto his feet, extending a hand down to you. You gingerly placed your hand into his as he pulled you up with surprising ease. “Sorry again. I’m Nagi Seishiro.”

Still blushing profusely, you brushed off bits of grass from your damp shirt. “I-it’s okay... I’m (Y/N) (L/N)...” You noticed the crowd of boys on the field shouting and waving in impatience. “You should go. Thank you for checking up on me.”

Furrowing his brow, Nagi looked over his shoulder at the rowdy soccer players remaining on the field before turning back to you. It was then that you noticed just how tall he was— your eyes were nearly level with his chest.

“I was... actually just trying to get the ball back.” The boy raised the grass-covered soccer ball in his hand with a blank stare.

An arrow pierced directly through your heart. Ouch.

Trying not to look too disappointed, you gave a close-eyed grin, rubbing your neck. “Ahh, of course, of course!” You opened your eyes, staring directly into his enchanting teal ones once again. “Thank you either way, though.”

He blinked once, twice. “I’m just kidding. I don’t usually check up on just anyone. Sorry about your face.” The boy nodded curtly before jogging away, tossing the ball back onto the field in a perfect arc to the uproar of his teammates.

Heaving an exasperated sigh, you plopped onto the ground once again, reaching to pull out your phone to check the time.

But when you patted your pocket, you found it empty.

You cursed under your breath as you searched the area for your phone, wondering if it had flown away somewhere during your fall.

“Aha!” your phone was just a few feet away from you and you crawled over to retrieve it. You flipped it over to find... it was already turned on?

And there, on the screen, was the phone number of a certain number eleven.

“You sly fox.” You felt a grin spread across your face as you turned to meet a pair of cyan eyes on the field once again.

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hangovercurse · 3 years

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Jawbreaker

You’ve been dodging Colson’s advances for once, but when he shows up at 6 in the morning, you finally decide to give in.

Request: “I love your writing can you write a Colson x reader using the song jawbreaker with some fluff and smut, maybe on the beach?”

Colson X Reader

Warnings: smut, cursing

A/N: this is so much longer than I meant it to be (it was going to be longer but I cut it off bc I needed to post this) (Also, I’ve never had sex on the beach so… apologies for any inaccuracies but I tried my best lmao)

Word Count: 2861

Who the hell was calling you at 5 in the morning?

The light from the phone screen burned your eyes slightly as Colson’s name came into view. You sighed out before answering, “why do you do this?”

The man on the other end of the phone snickered, “good, you’re awake. I’ll be at your house in 20.”

Your face scrunched up in confusion and discuss, “no the fuck you will not. I was asleep.”

He chuckled, “we’re going to the beach.”

“Colson, I have work to do.” This was not the first time he had pulled an extravagant stunt to try and get your attention, and you were sure it wouldn’t be the last.

“Y/N, how do you still have work to do, you work all the time.” He groaned in frustration, “you’re coming with me, I’m not taking no for an answer.”

You rolled your eyes, “well, that’s the answer I’m giving.” You hung up the phone, unable to see the disappointed expression on his face when you did.

It wasn’t that you didn’t like Colson, you did. You just didn’t swoon over him like every other woman in his life, which apparently only made him try to get your attention even more.

After you hung up you fell back asleep, not considering that he might actually show up at your door in 20 minutes. So, when he did, you wanted to kill him.

“Colson, I told you. I have work to do.”

Admittedly, the sight of him in a sheer tank top and low hanging swim shorts on your doorstep was one that would occupy your mind for a while. But you still refused to give him the attention he craved.

He smiled innocently, “you can take vacation days.” Your expression was unamused, prompting him to continue, “you work too hard, just take one day off with me.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, “I work a normal amount and I take vacation days. Just not with you.”

Colson pouted, tilting his head to the side, “that hurt.”

A chuckle fell from your lips with a roll of your eyes, “if I go today will you stop calling me before 9 am?”

He shrugged, “probably not.”

You groaned, moving to let him enter your house reluctantly. “Give me like 10 minutes,” you sighed, moving to your room to grab your sexiest bikini. Despite your reluctancy, you decided that if you were going to go, you might as well make it fun. You threw a long, slightly see-through shirt on top, the material not doing all that much to hide what was underneath.

After fixing up the rest of your appearance, you moved to find Colson, who you had left in the living room. He was lounging on the couch when you appeared, his jaw dropping dramatically.

You rolled your eyes with a giggle, moving to stand in front of him. “Are we leaving or are you just gonna sit there all day?”

He stuttered, his face blushing red, “uh- yeah, let’s- uh- let’s go.” You grabbed onto his hand, pulling him off the couch gently and leading him to the door. You grabbed your sunglasses on the way out, catching the time; 5:32.

Colson opened the car door for you, helping you in. As soon as he got onto the main road, his right hand moved to rest on your thigh. Your first instinct was to say something snarky about it, or just remove it altogether, but you decided to let yourself relax for the day.

It was hard to say what you and Colson were. You weren’t dating per se, but you were certainly more than friendly. Colson had a habit of calling you at all hours of the night and early morning, asking you to hang out with him or full on (drunk) confessing his adoration for you. You always rejected his advances, knowing you had no time for a relationship and not wanting to give him the satisfaction of falling for him. But there was always a part of you that craved him, and his constant flirting and touching didn’t help anything.

The ride to the beach was relaxing; Colson had the windows rolled down to let the wind encase your body. The cold contrasted with the warmth that his hand sent running through you, his thumb rubbing small circles onto the bare skin. He blared music through the speakers, singing along despite the early hours. You giggled as he gave very dramatic performances, eventually singing along with him.

When you arrived, he reached in the trunk to get the large blanket he had placed there earlier. With his free hand he grasped your hand, intertwining your fingers. You sent him a questioning look but didn’t pull away.

The beach was empty except for a few people walking the shoreline. Colson spread out the blanket in a small area closer inland, fairly hidden from the view of the rest of the beach. He pulled off his shirt slowly, showing off his tattooed chest and muscular torso. You did everything you could to stop yourself from staring. He made no effort to keep his eyes off of you as you rid yourself of your shirt.

You grabbed his hand, pulling him over to the water, “take a picture, it’ll last longer.”

He smirked, “can I really?” You rolled your eyes, shoving him lightly. The water ran over your toes, the coldness surprising you. The man laughed as you squealed lightly, jumping back in shock.

“It’s cold,” you tried to defend yourself, but he kept laughing. “You’re a jerk,” you pouted, kicking water towards him. He narrowed his eyes playfully, waddling further into the water and returning the gesture. “Colson!”

Before you knew it, a splashing war had started between you two, which ended with Colson dragging you further into the water. You whined as it hit the top of your thighs, shivers running through your body. Colson chuckled teasingly, “are you cold?”

“Yes,” you moved closer to him, letting him wrap an arm around your shoulders, “you wouldn’t understand because the water is barely hitting above your knees.”

He looked down at you with a mischievous expression before leaning down and picking you up, bridal style. “Put me down!” You tried to sound serious, but your laughter exposed your amusement.

Colson shrugged, “if you say so.” Before you could protest, he lightly threw you into the water.

When you emerged, you had a pout on your face, “I hate you.”

He laughed, “I know you do.” He moved towards you, arms reaching out to grab your waist. He pulled you into his chest, the warmth of his skin seeping into your own. “Let’s go warm up,” he pulled away and laced your hands together again, leading you back to your spot on the beach.

You settled onto the blanket while Colson grabbed a towel from his car, wrapping it around you when he returned. He sat down beside you, his legs spread out in front of him. You climbed into his lap, leaning into his chest to find more warmth. When he chuckled at your actions, you hushed him, “you’re warm, shut up.”

He teased you, “I think you just want to be close to me.”

You scrunched your nose playfully, “who’d want to be close to you?” He shook his head playfully before leaning his chin on the top of your head.

It was quiet for a little while after that, both of you relaxing in each other’s arms. It was interrupted by Colson, “hey, look.”

You lifted your head to send a confused look to him, only to find his gaze on the sky. Moving your vision to where his was focused, you found the sky a beautiful array of pink and orange. A smile came to your face at the beauty of it all. “I haven’t watched the sun rise in so long,” you whispered, shifting so you were sitting with your back against his chest.

His hands placed themselves on your lower stomach gently as he leaned towards you and whispered, “that’s why I brought you out here this early.”

You looked up at him over your shoulder, “thank you.”

He shrugged, “told you, you need a break.” You rolled your eyes playfully before leaning up and pressing a small kiss to his jaw.

You began to move away before his lips caught yours, keeping you in place. The kiss was unexpected, but you found yourself easily falling into it. His lips were smooth against your own, the movements perfectly in sync.

You shifted so that you were on your knees facing him, arms finding their place around his neck. His hands gripped your sides as his tongue slid across your lips. Your lips parted to let him in, deepening the kiss. You let one of your hands travel up and down his torso, feeling the muscles underneath your fingers.

Colson’s hand moved down to your thigh, pausing at your ass momentarily to massage the skin. He moved one leg at a time so that you were straddling him from your knees, his bulge growing ever more apparent to you. You moaned quietly as you started grinding on him, only the very thin fabric of your bathing suits covering you.

His lips detached from yours, “we should stop before we- uh-“

You rolled your eyes, cutting him off, “what, scared of getting caught?”

He scoffed, “I was trying to be a gentleman and say we could go do this somewhere with less sand, but whatever you want, m’lady.”

A laugh rolled off your tongue before you pecked his lips lightly, “you’re cute.” You pecked his lips again, grinding onto him again, “but you started this here, so you’re gonna finish it here.”

Colson smirked, lips finding yours immediately. His hands moved to the towel that had fallen to your feet, using it to cover up your middle. “Turn around,” he whispered, and you did as he said. , sliding off his lap for a moment so that he could pull his member out of his pants, rolling on a condom that he’d had in his pocket.

You chuckled, “was this your plan all along?” You placed your knees on either side of him once again, making sure the towel was placed across your lap properly.

He reached for your waist, pulling you closer to him and undoing the ties on either side of your bikini bottoms, “I was being hopeful.”

His lips found your neck as you lifted your hips and slowly slid his length into you. You let out a hum, biting your lip to keep any actual moans from coming out. “Fuck, you’re so tight baby,” he muttered against your skin.

You whined quietly as his hands on your waist led you up and down him slowly. You placed your own hands against his thighs to keep yourself balanced. Your pace sped up, hips moving to collide with his needily.

He filled you up fully, hitting your walls and setting every nerve in your body on fire. It didn’t take very long for you to begin clenching around him. His pants and kisses against your neck made every feeling even more intense. “’m close, Kells,” you whined, grinding yourself into him even harder.

He growled against your skin, hands still controlling the majority of your movements, “I know, princess. Just hold on a little longer.” He began to thrust his hips up into you harshly, going deeper into your core than he had before.

You couldn’t hold in the moans anymore, the noises spilling from your mouth with every thrust. He smirked, “that’s it, baby. I wanna hear how good I make you feel.”

“Mm, please. I’m so close,” you whined, trying to hold off your release as long as possible. Colson didn’t say a word, he only continued to thrust up into you for a few more moments before twitching inside of you.

His thrusts got sloppy as he approached his climax, his voice sending you over the edge. “Cum around me, babe.”

Fireworks spread through your body as you came, your orgasm washing over you heavily. Colson’s seed spilled into the condom inside of you, his thrusts slowing before stopping completely.

You lifted yourself off of him, leaning against his chest. You moved with its rise and fall, his heavy breaths filling your ears. He pressed lazy kisses to your cheek and jaw as the two of you came down, whispering into your ear, “you’re so fuckin’ pretty.”

Smiling, you put your bikini bottoms on, still under the cover of the towel. Once you were both decent enough to make it to the water, you climbed out of his lap and stood up, pulling him with you. He followed you lazily to the water, hands once again finding your hips and pulling you towards him.

He pressed a kiss to your lips, eyes shining brightly, “glad you came?”

“A little,” you giggled, reconnecting your lips.

A few hours later the two of you packed up and went back to your place, a sleepy haze finding its way to your mind. You had tried to stay awake as long as possible, but Colson could tell you were struggling to keep your eyes open. So, when he suggested a nap, you easily agreed. You curled up in his arms, sleep overtaking you almost instantly.

It was around 6 pm when you woke up to your phone vibrating. You groaned, untangling yourself from Colson and climbing off of the bed.

“Hello?” You answered the phone call.

Your manager’s voice rang through the phone, “Hey, Y/N! I thought you were going to get those sides to me today?”

You groaned, having completely forgotten about the work you’d needed to do today. “Yeah, I’ll get ‘em to you tonight, what time do you need them?”

“The director was hoping by 8 pm, think you can swing that?”

You sighed, thankful that you had at least recorded most of the material the day before, “I can try.” Your manager thanked you before hanging up, leaving you to let out an annoyed groan.

You felt a pair of hands around your waist, Colson’s familiar tattoos alerting you to their owner. “What was that about?” His voice was riddled with sleep, making you want to do nothing but lie in bed with him the rest of the day.

Instead, you turned to face him with a sigh, “I have to record some stuff for this audition before 8 tonight.” He pouted, leaning down to kiss you. You moved your head so that his lips met your cheek, making the man huff. “Colson, you should go home.”

He groaned, “it’s your day off, you shouldn’t have to do work.”

“You decided it was my day off, I told you I had work to do.” You giggled, pushing away from him, “I can’t record if you’re here.”

“I’ll be quiet,” he pleaded, his lips moving down to suck on your jaw.

You pushed him away gently, “that’s not what I mean. You’re a distraction, I won’t get anything done in time if you’re here.” You smiled fondly at his poutiness.

“You work too much.”

Moving away from him, you chuckled, “I’m being serious, Kells.”

“Are you really kicking me out?” He huffed, tilting his head to the side. You simply nodded in response, to which he responded, “are we going to talk about today?”

You sighed, “not right now. I have to get this stuff done.”

He threw his hands up in surrender, moving towards your door, “okay, I’m gone.”

You watched the man walk out the door, conflicted between wanting to pull him back inside and never let him leave and wanting to lock the door and never let him back in.

At 6am, you were awoken by a knock at your door. Why does this keep happening to you?

You weren’t going to answer it, hoping whoever it was would just go away, but once you heard the “Y/N? I know you’re home,” you knew they wouldn’t.

“Colson, it’s six in the morning, what are you doing?” You took in the man’s appearance, his bloodshot eyes, red cheeks, and stench alerting you to his far from sober state.

He slurred his words when he spoke, “I wanted to see you.”

You rolled your eyes, leaning against the doorframe, “did you drive here?” The man nodded, dangling his keys in your face. “How the hell are you not dead?” You muttered to yourself, grabbing the keys from his hand, “c’mon, I’m driving you home.”

He stumbled forward, trying to stop you from moving towards his car, “let’s just hang out here.”

“Colson, it is 6 in the morning and you’re crossed on my doorstep, I’m taking you home.” You tried to push past him, but even wasted he was stronger than you.

He whined, “I came to see you, don’t make me leave.”

At this point, you were too tired to fight with him, “fine, but I’m going back to sleep.”

He laughed mischievously, stepping closer to you, and wrapping an arm around your waist, “no you aren’t.”

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gyuphorias · 2 years

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do u have a 🥝 anon? 👉👈

sporadic thoughts are better than no thoughts i suppose:p

sweet lovely thought: back roads was literally phenomenal had to lock my screen and turn it face down on multiple occasions and then literally holding my breath reopening the app again, u know when u read a fic and just start squealing n getting all flustered like my cheeks were actually warm af ur dialogue is swoon-worthy and ur pacing is so good nothing ever feels rushed and flows so well💕💕

diabolical hard thought: umm kai has been a pain in my ass lately idk why or how that boy has gotten so ?scrumptious?? like i want to eat him alive.. imagining stroking his cock while your tongue is on every part of his neck and jaw, his eyes closed in euphoria while you’re whispering in his ear how handsome he is and how he’s such a good boy and then just stopping your hand at the base of his cock, his head snaps to you with his brows furrowed and eyes pleading, brushing his sweaty hair off his forehead and leaning in to speak against his lips “move your hips, i wanna watch my silly baby cum” and just holding the back of his neck not letting him break eye contact while you make him fuck your hand, ughhh just thinking about how pink his cheeks would be and him panting and whining like a helpless little thing GODDDDD 🤩🥵

welcome to the family, 🥝 <3<3

first, thank u so much omg????? i feel like the dialogue is what people are commenting on the most which makes me feel so warm and validated. has me kicking my feet in the air, giggling, twirling my hair, n everything fr. i know exactly what you mean when a fic gets you feeling like that so it's such a BIG compliment that that's what you were feeling like omg omg omg <3<3 i'm glad you enjoyed, little kiwi <3

second, idk how many more times i'll say that i'm not a dominant person and i don't think i could dom someone but omg...... no that thought is so delicious bye. literally just obsessed with the idea of watching a movie with him on the couch and things just slowly start getting hotter and heavier. by the time you're stroking him, he's whimpering and panting, his fingers are scratching the surface of whatever you're sitting on. and when you outright refuse to keep going, making him do it himself, oh he lets out the highest pitched, most sinful whine you've ever heard.

he starts fucking himself in your grip, struggling so hard to rut his hips up into your hand, but he's trying his best. he tries to lay his head back down and close his eyes, but of course, you can't have that! you wanna see him fuck himself stupid :( so you use your free hand to cup and squeeze the back of his neck, keeping his eyes on you the whole time. you can tell he's close when his hips start faltering, his cheeks burning and sweat beading on his forehead, making his hair stick to his skin. he whimpers out that he's so close and you smile pseudo-sweetly. "yeah? pretty boy wants to come? do you think you deserve it?" he nods so fast and looks at you with wide, teary eyes. "i think so too, pretty baby. don't hold back, yeah?"

bye i need some water damn

#🌙 — talking to the moon #🌙 — 🥝#☄️ — hard thoughts #☄️ — txt #hueningkai smut #txt smut

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august-anon · 3 years

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You know i gotta hop in on that Taakitz action!! Perhaps something with cold hands? Either them tickling Taako or Taako issuing retaliation tickles because Kravitz keeps sticking them on his warm body.

Admittedly at first I was like "when would this even be set because I thought his hands warmed up from the power of love" and THEN i remembered that there's at least a few months between the end of the last arc and that line at Carey and Killian's wedding, so there's a good time for this fic to take place lol. So they're dating, but there's no L-word just yet lol.

Also, thank you for the prompt, I loved it!

Fandom: The Adventure Zone: Balance

Ship(s): Taakitz

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Taako/Ler!Kravitz (brief Ler!Taako/Lee!Kravitz)

Word Count: 1736 words

Summary: Taako would love nothing more than to cuddle close with his boyfriend. Unfortunately, the heat of the kitchen and the chill of Kravitz's hands don't quite mix. Kravitz doesn't intend to give up so easily.

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Taako smiled as he heard the front door open and close, but he didn’t move from his spot in the kitchen. He continued flitting between his pots and pans, preparing dinner, listening as Kravitz completed his routine and made his way through the house. By the time Kravitz made it into the kitchen, Taako had everything on a low simmer.

“Good evening, my dear,” Kravitz said. “Everything smells lovely.”

Taako hid a smile. “It better.”

Taako didn’t move away from the stove, even as he heard Kravitz prowl up behind him. He relaxed back into Kravitz’s chest as Kravitz’s hands came up to rest on his hips, humming as Kravitz pressed his lips to Taako’s shoulder.

“How long until dinner is finished?” Kravitz asked, his breath across Taako’s neck sending shivers down his body.

Taako hummed. “A little while. Why?”

He tilted his head to give Kravitz more access as his lips started trailing up Taako’s neck. He finally let the smile show, figuring that Kravitz wouldn’t be able to see it from his vantage point in Taako’s neck.

And then Taako shrieked and jumped away as Kravitz’s hands slipped up under his shirt to brush across his bare skin.

“Taako?” Kravitz asked, his hands still hovering in the air where Taako’s body had just been. “Babe?”

The warmth of the kitchen had soaked into Taako as he had cooked, leaving his skin overheated and sensitive to even a normal temperature. Kravitz’s cold hands felt worse than ice, sending a startling shock through his entire body.

“Cold!” Taako shrieked belatedly, rubbing at his sides.

Kravitz’s shoulders relaxed as he shook his head and chuckled. He started rubbing his hands together, as if the friction would be enough for Taako to let those hands come near him again.

“Don’t you come near me with those,” Taako said.

Kravitz raised an eyebrow, then smirked. “Taako,” he called teasingly, raising his hands as he crept toward Taako. “Come here, dear.”

Taako pointed at Kravitz, backing further away. “Kravitz…”

Kravitz lunged. Taako yelped, a frantic, high-pitched sound he would never admit to making under pain of death, and darted out of his path. Kravitz followed him, chasing him around the kitchen island and towards the dining table. Whereas Taako had respect for the furniture Magnus had crafted for his and Kravitz’s home, Kravitz seemed to have no such concerns. While Taako ran around the edge of the table, trying to get to the far side, Kravitz pulled himself atop it.

Taako made a desperate bid for the archway leading toward the rest of the house, but Kravitz jumped off the top of the table, tackling Taako to the floor. Taako winced, prepared for pain, but Kravitz had carefully maneuvered them so that he took the brunt of the fall, Taako landing on top of him, back to chest. Taako gasped once he found his bearings, trying to escape Kravitz’s arms, but his grip was sure. He was well and truly stuck.

“Don’t you dare,” Taako said, hoping the grin stretching across his face didn’t come across in his voice. He had to appear stern, after all.

“Don’t what, darling?” Kravitz asked, his fingers teasing at the hem of Taako’s tunic. “I’m just trying to show my lovely boyfriend how much I care about him.”

Taako didn’t get a chance to retort, shrieking as Kravitz’s chilly hands slipped under his shirt once more. Taako squirmed under the freezing touch, grabbing at Kravitz’s wrists and trying to push him away. Kravitz laughed and fought to keep his hands on Taako’s skin.

“Taako-- come on, quit-- just let me--!”

Kravitz grabbed at Taako’s side in an attempt to keep his grip, squeezing at the flesh. Suddenly, Taako was squealing for a whole new reason. He kicked his legs frantically, trying to propel himself out of Kravitz’s grip.

Kravitz laughed again. “It can’t be that cold, Taako, dear.”

Taako didn’t say anything. He was perfectly content to let Kravitz believe that was the issue. If Taako had managed to hide his little weakness from Kravitz for this long, he could manage to hide it a little longer.

Except then, in all their squirming and tussling, Kravitz’s hands kept shifting and moving, squeezing and pinching at places with an unfair amount of sensitivity. It only made him squirm worse, which only led to Kravitz accidentally tickling him more. It was a vicious circle that Taako didn’t know how to escape.

Taako thought he would be able to hold out until Kravitz got bored. It wasn’t like he hadn’t gotten far worse from Magnus or Lup, or even Barry at times. Only then, Kravitz hands landed on his ribs, his nails scrabbling and scratching for purchase against Taako’s skin as he continued to squirm. Taako couldn’t help it, he burst out into squeaking laughter.

“No!” Taako cried out, though it was far too late.

Kravitz’s hands only faltered for a moment, before he let out a low chuckle directly against Taako’s ear, making his ear flick as he let out another squeal. His hands started scribbling against Taako’s ribcage a lot more deliberately, searching out tickle spots.

“I don’t think this about the cold anymore at all,” Kravitz murmured into his ear. “I think someone has been hiding something from me.”

“Kravitz, please!”

“Please what?” Kravitz hummed. “Please… warm up my hands using your warm, ticklish torso? It’d be my pleasure, my dear.”

Kravitz’s scratching nails managed to find Taako’s sweet spot, just above the middle of his ribs, slightly towards the back. Taako nearly screamed, despite the touch being so light and teasing, the buildup and taunting making everything so much more unbearable. He thrashed enough that he was able to escape Kravitz’s grasp at long last, throwing his dignity to the side as he tried to crawl away across the tile.

“Oh, Taako,” Kravitz called, starting to crawl after him. “I don’t think my hands are quite warm enough yet.”

“Don’t touch me,” Taako shouted back, still giggling at the phantom tingles dancing down around his torso.

Taako shrieked when he felt a cool hand wrap around his ankle, slowly tugging him back. The worst part was, Kravitz’s hands did feel warmer. It wasn’t fair. He kicked against Kravitz’s grip, managing to throw him off, and scrambled to his feet. He raced out of the kitchen, and he could hear Kravitz’s footsteps thundering after him.

“Taako,” Kravitz called after him, his voice cajoling and teasing. “Come back! I promise I won’t do it again.”

Taako didn’t need a Zone of Truth to know how big of a lie that was. He could practically feel those wiggling fingers looming over him already, more than prepared to seek out all of Taako’s sensitive spots until he was begging for mercy. Embarrassingly enough, it wasn’t an outcome Taako would necessarily mind, but he had a reputation to uphold, an appearance to upkeep, and despite his care for Kravitz, it still was not something he could give up so easily.

But he wouldn’t have to give up that control if he got Kravitz pleading, first.

Without a thought, Taako switched directions, barrelling toward Kravitz instead of running away. Kravitz yelped, an adorably startled sound that Taako was not blessed with often, and stumbled over himself trying to stop and avoid collision. A new grin rose to Taako’s lips, feral and hungry, and he tackled Kravitz back to the ground.

“Maybe this will teach you to go around sticking your cold, clammy hands on everyone,” Taako said.

He slipped his hands under Kravitz’s own shirt, dragging his nails down Kravitz’s chilly sides. Giggles bubbled out of Kravitz’s mouth even as he raised a hand to cover it, using the other to swat at Taako in a feeble attempt at self-defense. Taako laughed, high and unaffected, and gently pinched around Kravitz’s stomach.

“Perhaps I can be persuaded to be merciful,” Taako said. “If you told me where you’re most ticklish.” He lightened his tickling to let Kravitz respond with more ease.

“I’m not an idiot, Taako,” Kravitz said around his giggles. “I know better than to tell you that.”

Taako harrumphed. “Suit yourself.”

He dug his fingers back into Kravitz’s flesh, climbing up his sides and ribs. Kravitz cried out and tumbled back into laughter. His arms clamped down to his sides in an attempt to halt Taako’s ascent, leaving his laughing face in full view. Taako resisted the urge to swoon.

His eyes crinkled with his laughter, joy clear in every wrinkle. His smile was the most beautiful thing Taako had ever seen, Taako could barely bring himself to look at it since it was so bright. Taako didn’t even have words to describe how musical and magical Kravitz’s laughter was.

A certain L-word came to mind, looking at Kravitz like this. Taako refused to acknowledge it, for the time being.

Unfortunately, this all left Taako very distracted. While his tickling fingers hadn’t stopped, they had slowed considerably. It gave Kravitz ample time to gather his wits about him and slide his hands under the hem of Taako’s skirt. Taako screeched, both at the once-again-freezing hands and the ticklish massage his thighs were suddenly being assaulted with. He almost toppled right off Kravitz’s lap with his cackles, doubling over and ceasing his own tickling to try and push Kravitz off, as unsuccessful as it was.

“Distracted, my dear?” Kravitz asked, focusing his tickling on Taako’s inner thighs and making him gasp for air. “Clearly you don’t understand the position you’re in.”

While he continued tickling at Taako’s thighs with one hand, the other crawled up Taako’s body. Taako cursed how smart he was, how good his memory was, as his fingers quickly found that death spot on his ribs once more. Taako toppled forward, face-planting into Kravitz’s chest as he lost himself to his frantic laughter.

“Unfortunately,” Kravitz said directly into Taako’s ear, making it flick and flinch away from his ticklish breath, “my hands are still very cold. I think it may take a while to warm them up.”

Taako wailed with mirth.

“Good thing dinner won’t be ready for a while yet, hm?”

Taako knew he was in for a long evening. The only thing that would get Kravitz to stop would be his timers going off, and they still had plenty of time left before that happened. Kravitz was going to ruin him.

Taako couldn’t wait.

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The Sweater Thief (Christen Press x Reader)

Anonymous Request: Reader and a uswnt player are dating and the uswnt player has a little kid that's looks exactly like her. One day reader realizes most of their sweaters/shirts are gone she finds them in kids room but let's the kids keep them and goes to buys new ones and let's the kid pick them out.

2,500 words of nothing but UTTER fluff, I hope you guys enjoy it!

Depending on the response to this fic, I plan on writing a prequel, so please, let me know what you think!

“Baby, have you seen my hoodie?” You call out as you fumble through your girlfriend’s closet, the woman smiling as she makes her way towards you, her arms wrapping around you from behind.

“No, I haven’t.” She whispers in your ear, kissing your cheek.

“Maybe Anna has?” You ask and she hums.

“Anna! Have you seen Y/N's sweaters?!” She calls out, a squeaky voice replying seconds later.

“Nooo!”

You smile, turning around in Christen's hold, pressing a kiss to her lips.

“Y/N! Y/N! Wook at the picture I drew!”

Anna runs into the bedroom, the little girl a carbon copy of you, even though you were related to her in no way, but you’d be lying if you didn’t think of her as your own.

You’d been with Christen for over 3 years and living with her for 1, so needless to say, the four-year-old looked at you as a mother figure.

You kneel down grinning when she makes a beeline towards you, throwing her tiny arms around your neck.

The little girl shows off her art proudly, her grin wide.

Christen smiles, green orbs darting around the page grin widening when she sees Anna had drawn you, her and Christen holding hands.

“It’s beautiful sweetie, want to hang it on the fridge?” You ask and she nods excitedly, wiggling in your hold before excitedly running into the kitchen.

“No running Annemarie!” Christen yells and you chuckle, turning to her with a grin.

“Like mother like daughter, I mean how many times have you tripped running down the hallway?” You snicker and she rolls her eyes.

“Shut up.”

You duck down, leaning in to press a chaste kiss to her lips, the woman beaming.

“Ewwwwwww.”

The two of you abruptly pull apart and you grin, the little girl peering around the corner before she makes a break for it.

“RULES DON’T APPLY TO ME!” You yell chasing after her and Christen grins.

“No fair!” Anna yells, seconds later erupting into a fit of giggles as you, Christen suspects, catch her.

“Mommmmyyy!” Anna yells and Christen rolls her eyes, running into the living room to protect her baby.

The 4-year-old giggles as she wiggles in your hold, your fingers digging into her ticklish sides.

Before you realize what’s happening Christen sneaks up behind you, wrapping her arms around you.

“Get her!” She laughs as her daughter tickles your sides, your booming laugh filling the living room.

Eventually, you’re panting, unable to catch your breath, the little girl taking pity on you as she wraps her little arms around your legs.

“I think Y/N’s had enough.”

You nod.

“Yeah, yeah she has.”

***

“Are you sure Y/N isn’t Anna’s mom?” Kelley jests at the park later that day, the woman rolling her eyes as she watches you and Anna run around the field, the little girl giggling when you catch her.

The similarities between the two were absolutely striking, the two of you having the same Y/E/C orbs and same Y/H/C hair, the two of you even looking similar features wise.

“I mean I admit the similarities are...” Christen shakes her head when you trip, her daughter running over to you and climbing on your back.

“STRIKING?” Kelley snorts and Christen shrugs, watching as you hold her daughter, the little girl sitting on your shoulders as she moves along the monkey bars, your hold on her making Christen feel absolutely no sense of worry.

Anna had taken to you rather quickly when you joined the Utah Royals, coming through a trade from the Houston Dash.

Your first day of practice Anna had toddled over to you, and without any hesitation you picked her up.

One look across the field at you holding her daughter and that was all she wrote, Christen was absolutely smitten.

3 years later and your relationship was better than ever, you’d been there for nearly half of Anna’s life and if Christen has her way, you’ll be there for the entirety of it.

“You ever gonna pop the question?” Kelley gives Christen a nudge and her green orbs widen, cheeks flushed.

“It’ll happen when it happens.”

A sudden loud, and lengthy whistle makes the two turn towards the playground, both smiling when they see you pointing at a nearby ice cream truck, waiting for Christen’s approval to get her daughter an ice cream before you run towards the truck.

“You’ve trained her well.” Kelley snickers and the forward rolls her eyes, smiling softly when she sees the two of you heading back towards her, the little girl munching on an ice cream cone before holding it to you, only pulling it away when you’d tasted the sweet treat.

Christen moves to her feet, cupping your cheeks and pressing a kiss to your lips.

“I love you.” She whispers and you grin.

“I love you too.”

“Kewwey!” Anna holds her cone out, giggling when Kelley gets some of the ice cream on her nose.

“Hey Kel you got a little-

You point at her nose and the defender rolls her eyes.

“I know Y/N.”

***

It’s a week later when you let out a lengthy hum, searching in every drawer and in the closet yet again for a hoodie you know you’d just seen the day before.

“Missing something?” Christen asks and you nod.

“Yeah, another one of my hoodies are gone.” You pout, the forward’s brows furrowing, her green orbs darting around the closet.

“They can’t just be vanishing; they have to be going somewhere...” She mumbles and you smile.

“You sure you aren’t stealing them; I know you had a habit of that when we first started dating.” You turn to face her, your hands on her waist.

“That was BEFORE you moved in.” She giggles when you lean down kissing her jawline playfully.

“Press, I’ve seen you wearing them more than I have.” You nuzzle into the curve of her jaw and she giggles.

“Maybe, but I’m no sweater thief.”

You glance over your shoulder before you start pressing teasing kisses to her neck.

“Admit it Chris.” You whisper, the woman swallowing hard as she tilts her head back, eyes closing. You keep an ear out for the sound of little feet, just in case the little girl may leave the living room and come into your bedroom.

“I used to, but I’ve kicked the habit.” Christen shudders and you pull back, grinning.

“We’ll continue this interrogation later.” Your eyes rake down her front, biting your bottom lip as you give your girlfriend a wink.

“Tease.” She mumbles under her breath, and you smirk, sending her a wink.

“You know it’s my middle name, baby.”

***

It’s a few weeks later that a surprise ends up on your doorstep, a surprise in the form of Tobin Heath, Emily Sonnett, Lindsey Horan and Alex Morgan, Kelley excitedly squealing as she pushes her way into your house.

“Auntie Toby!” Anna squeals, unable to contain her excitement when she realizes Emily, Lindsey and Alex are there too.

“Auntie Emmy, Windsey, Awex!” She giggles, wrapping her tiny arms around all of them, the group of women working around the room until they get to you.

“Christen hasn’t got rid of you yet?” Emily jests and you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms tightly around her, Lindsey getting in on the hug.

“She’s stuck with me, and besides, she’d have to have me evicted because I’ve lived here for more than 30 days.”

Christen flicks you in the head on her way by and you pout.

“You wouldn’t be able to tell, but she loves me.” You snicker and Emily snorts.

“We definitely can.”

“Y/N! Y/N!” Anna runs over to you with a grin and you pick her up, throwing her in the air, the little girl giggling.

“Wook what Awex got me!” She holds up a tiny Orlando Pride jersey with her number on it and you grin.

“Did you say thank you?”

The little girl nuzzles into your neck and you smile softly, looking down at her, eyes glazed over as you look at her with nothing but love in your eyes.

“Yes.” She whispers and you smile, leaning your head against hers.

Christen, is practically swooning in the kitchen, her USWNT teammates watching the forward’s green orbs slowly morph into heart eyes.

“You’re so smitten.” Tobin grins at her best friend who can’t take her eyes off of you.

“She’s just so good to Anna...” Christen grins as you start dancing with the little girl in your arms, Sonnett and Kelley quick to join in, Annemarie giggling happily.

“Do you want to go put on your new shirt?” You ask the little girl who nods.

“Want me to come with you-

“NO!” She yells, making you jump, you’re and Christen’s eyes widen at the little outburst.

“Is something wrong sweetie?” Christen asks as she makes her way over and the little girl glances away, fidgeting nervously.

“Nooo...” She mumbles, and your brows arch.

“Really?” You ask, teasingly and she huffs.

“You can tell us...” Christen ruffles her hair and the little girl shakes her head.

“I’m okay.” She mumbles and you hum, putting her on the floor.

“Here, go put on your shirt.” You pat her back and the little girl nods, making a beeline for her bedroom.

“What was that about?” Kelley asks with a snort and you shrug.

“I have no idea.”

***

It’s later that night when you realize what the little girl had been so nervous about.

“Anna are you-

You come to a halt eyes widening when you realize the little girl is fast asleep, a few of your hoodies in her tiny bed, one hugged tightly to her chest.

Your bottom lip juts out in a pout as your eyes fill with tears.

Christen’s brows furrow at the sound of your soft sniffles, the brunette rushing towards you before gently cupping your cheek.

“What’s wrong?” She asks and you nod into the room, Christen smiling softly when she sees where all of your hoodies had gone.

“Looks like we found the sweater thief...” She giggles and you nod, your heart swelling in your chest as the little girl hugs your sweater tighter.

You tiptoe to the bed, the little girl still fast asleep as you lean down, pressing a kiss to her temple.

“I love you so much sweetie.” You whisper and the little girl mumbles.

“I wove you too.”

Christen watches with glassy eyes as you lean against the little girl, who holds your finger until she eventually falls deeper asleep.

Christen swallows hard, tears streaming down her cheeks as you slowly move out of the room, when you see her crying your eyes widen.

“Whoa, don’t cry.” You cup her cheeks, wiping her tears away.

“I just love you guys so much.” She whispers and you smile, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of her nose.

“We love you too, so, so much.”

***

“Where are we going?” Annemarie jumps up and down as the two of you walk through the mall, you and Christen lifting her into the air between you and swinging her back and forth, the child giggling.

“We’re going to buy Y/N some new sweaters.” Christen shrugs and the little girl’s eyes widen.

“Oh...” She mumbles and the three of you stop, the little girl shuffling nervously from foot to foot.

“What’s wrong love?” You kneel down in front of her and the little girl jumps in your arms, wrapping her tiny arms around your neck.

“I stowe your shirts.” She mumbles into your chest and you smile.

“I know.”

Anna pulls back abruptly, Y/E/C orbs wide.

“Reawwy?” She asks and you nod.

“Why were you taking them?” Christen asks and the little girl hides her face in your chest.

“Because I wuve Y/N, and those were her favowet shirts.” She mumbles into your chest and you grin, leaning down to kiss the top of her head.

“Well... I want you to keep them and I need your help picking out new ones.” You grin and the little girl wiggles excitedly.

“Reawwy!?” She squeaks and you nod.

“Really.”

***

Later the same night Annemarie is again fast asleep, wearing one of your old faded hoodies while snuggling with another.

You and Christen watch her sleep with soft smiles, your eye darting to the woman standing beside you.

“I love you guys.” You whisper and Christen grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek.

“We love you too.”

Your eyes dart from Annemarie, to Christen and back before your lips split into a grin.

“I love you so much I want to spend the rest of my life with you.” You whisper and Christen’s green orbs widen.

“Wha-What...?” She mumbles green orbs nearly bulging out of her skull when Annemarie jumps out of bed, seemingly not asleep before she runs over to Christen, holding a velvet box out to her mother.

“I hewped pick it out!” She squeaks as you take the box and pull it open, the diamond ring sparkling as much as the woman’s green orbs that are full of tears.

“So uhhh, you know I love you and Anna more than anything in this world, you’re the lights of my life and I’d do anything for either of you... I’ve been wanting to ask you this for so long and Anna and I ended up in the ring store and I just...” You clear your throat, cheeks flushing when you realize you’re rambling.

“I want you to be my wife... I want to grow old together, I want to watch Anna grow. I want to be by your side through everything... So, will you Christen Annemarie Press, will you marry me?” You ask, Anna climbing on your back.

“I awready said yes!” She giggles, holding a hand up to reveal a ring on her own finger, Christen giggling as she drops to her knees, wrapping her arms around the both of you.

“Yes! Yes! A million times yes!” She cries, Anna squealing as she hugs the two of you as tightly as she can.

Christen sniffles as you slip the ring on her finger, the woman cupping your cheeks as she leans in for a tender kiss, sniffling softly.

You brush your nose playfully against hers, the woman laughing as she again presses a kiss to your lips.

“I love you Y/N.” She whispers and you beam.

“I love you too Chris, so, so much.”

“Does that mean you're going to be my mama?” Annemarie asks as the two of you part, your bottom lip trembling as you look into Christen’s equally watery green orbs.

She nods.

“Yeah. Yeah it does.”

***

It’s later that night, your two favorite girls fast asleep in your arms that you realize how happy you are to not only be Christen Press’s fiancé, but Annemarie’s mama as well.

#uswnt #uswnt x reader #christen press #christen press x reader #christen press imagine

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