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singledad! nanami having the hots for yuji’s kindergarten teacher who has the tendency to overwork herself to the bone in the name of her precious students

he gets her to unwind with him 🫣 they fuck LMAOOOLLL

Sypnosis - Read above request.

Pairing - !SingleDad Nanami x !Kindergarten Teacher Reader

Warning(s) - None besides some foul language.

Word Count - 2.6k

A/N - Hi, yes, okay, I know the request had a smut element to it, but I took a fluffy route. If you want a part two that has that smut element or an alternate version that focuses on that smut element, please send me a request and I will get to it as quickly as I can! But I hope you enjoy reading this just as much as I enjoyed writing it!

! PIECE BEGINS UNDERNEATH THE CUT !

ENCOUNTER 1 :

“There! He’s over there!” Yuuji says happily, his grip over your hand tightening as he points to a blonde-haired man standing in the crowd of awaiting parents. You follow his gaze, smiling kindly as the man lifts his hand in a wave, grinning at both you and Yuuji.

“Alright, off you go then,” you smile down at Yuuji, releasing his hand and watching as the six-year-old toddles over to his father, wrapping his arms around the taller man’s leg and smiling widely up at him. His father stands straight, waving once more to you before vanishing into the crowd.

ENCOUNTER 2 :

"Mr. Nanami, correct?" You cast a glance down at your clipboard before your gaze returns to the blonde male standing in front of you. He nods, smiling apologetically as Yuuji tugs once again on his arm, trying his hardest to get his father's attention. "You can both come inside."

Nanami smiles again as he walks past you, taking a seat on the too-small chairs that you had set up in the center of the classroom. His knees curl up to his chest, but he says nothing as you sit in front of him, smiling first at Yuuji before your gaze shifts to settle on him.

"Yuuji is an absolute pleasure to have in class. He's very helpful with others and myself, he focuses on each task he's given – he's a very gifted student," you explain, lifting up the pages on your clipboard and smiling as Yuuji's toothy grin widens, gleeful with the praise you were giving him.

"Is that so? I'm very glad to hear that," Nanami nods, turning then to Yuuji and placing a palm over the top of his head. The six-year-old giggles, leaning into his father's touch with a closed-eye smile.

You watch the interaction with a gentle smile of your own, fingers releasing their hold on the papers of your clipboard and listening as they quietly fall into place.

ENCOUNTER 3 :

"Papa, look! It's Miss (Y/N)," Yuuji bubbles happily, tugging on Nanami's pant leg and pointing in the direction that he had seen you. Curious, Nanami allows his gaze to follow Yuuji's finger – the scolding he wanted to give about pointing falling dead in his throat.

You're preoccupied with whatever shopping list is curled between your fingers, lips pressed firmly together in thought as you struggle to decide which brand of potato chips to buy. Nanami can't help but silently admire you from his place farther down the same aisle. His lips tug upward in a soft smile – maybe one day he would have enough courage to stride up to you.

ENCOUNTER 4 :

"Oh, hello. Did Yuuji forget something at home?" you inquire curiously, raising an eyebrow as a very disheveled Nanami straightens himself out in front of you. His fingers fiddle with his tie, trying to make it look a touch more presentable – but to no avail.

"I apologize for my appearance, this morning has been hectic. But yes, Yuuji accidentally left his lunchbox," Nanami answers, holding up the small metal lunchbox decorated with superhero stickers – some scratched and some brand new.

You smile gently at him, reaching out to take the lunchbox from his fingers. "Don't worry, we all have those mornings," you say reassuringly, chuckling gently at Nanami. He returns your smile, cheeks warming at the lingering feeling that your fingers had left behind.

ENCOUNTER 5 :

"Hey, isn't that Yuuji's teacher?" Gojo asks, lifting his index finger to point across the bar. Nanami's eyes follow Gojo's finger – which then widen at the sight of you mingling with a few friends, nursing a fruity cocktail in your hand.

Nanami hums in response, trying his hardest to return his attention to his drink, but your outfit is much too tight, pushing up exactly what needs to be pushed up and making your figure just that much more attractive. Behind his eyeglasses, his gaze roams up and down the dips and curves of your body, his lips quirking up in tune with his wandering eyes.

"Yeah, it is," he mutters offhandedly, lifting his glass to his lips and resting it against the skin there. Gojo smirks, lowering his finger before standing from his place at the bar. Nanami's eyebrows pinch together in curiosity, watching the snowy-haired male swagger his way across the bar – not stopping until he reaches where you stand with your friends, then throwing a slender arm over your shoulders.

The once loose grip Nanami had over his glass is replaced by a tight curl of his fingers, one that could surely shatter the glass should he apply the right amount of pressure. His eyes narrow in an almost predatory manner – watching as Gojo smiles at both you and the friends that had come along with you.

You return his smile and laugh at the cheesy jokes that he throws your way, but Nanami can see the hint of discomfort that lies behind the curl of your lips. Oh, so that was Gojo's plan.

Downing the rest of the whiskey in his glass, Nanami stands from his place at the bar, striding across the small space until he stands just a few inches away from you, your friends, and Gojo – the latter of whom is wearing that shit-eating grin he always wears when his plans work out just the way that he wanted them to.

"Oh! Mr. Nanami! I didn't expect to see you out here," you say, turning quickly to glance at the blonde as he wanders into your line of vision. Your smile, once uncomfortable and forced, was now that same smile that you flashed at him when you noticed him at dismissal. "It's nice to see you."

Nanami's cheeks heat, and he silently thanks the bar for being so dim, its lighting hiding the gentle pink hue that imbues over his face. "It's nice to see you as well Miss (Y/N)," Nanami nods at you, feeling himself smile as you shift an inch closer to him.

"Oh, would you like to join me at the bar? Your friends can as well, if they'd like," Nanami offers, shooting Gojo a pointed glare. Gojo only smirks, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. That bastard.

You glance to your friend, who nods encouragingly at you. You turn back to Nanami, smiling at his offer and reaching a hand out to squeeze his arm – your touch lights a small fire underneath his skin, one that he most certainly does not complain about.

"We'd love to, thank you."

ENCOUNTER 6 :

"Where's your father Yuuji?" Your voice is a quiet mumble, your fingers still closed around Yuuji's as the both of your gazes sift through the crowd of awaiting parents – and yet Nanami is nowhere to be seen. The pink-haired boy sinks back onto his heels, a saddened look falling over his face as he leans into your side.

"I don't know," he mumbles in response, his eyes already glossing over with tears. You soften, kneeling down to be at eye-level with the boy and smiling as reassuringly as you can at him. "Did he forget me?"

You shake your head quickly, squeezing the tiny hand that still rests in yours. Yuuji sniffles, his cheeks puffing out in an adorable pout. "No! No honey, your father did not forget you. It could just be that work is keeping him a little later."

Seemingly satisfied with your explanation, Yuuji nods, rubbing his free hand against his tear-filled eyes, sniffling. You smile again, squeezing his fingers before guiding him back to the entrance of your classroom.

He follows, sitting down at his seat and taking the coloring sheets and colored pencils that you offer him, already scribbling away at the black-and-white monkey that laid in front of him. You take the seat at his left, feeling your heart warm as Yuuji tilts the sheet towards you – a silent invite for you to color with him.

You take one of the colored pencils that he offers you, coloring in a small section of the page and occasionally looking up to your classroom door – where the hell was Nanami?

"Wait here for a moment Yuuji, I'm going to call your father, okay?" You lift a hand to ruffle the boy's hair, smiling at him before silently moving towards the chorded phone tucked into the corner of your classroom, located just behind your desk.

Just as you finish dialing in the now familiar number, the door to your classroom opens, revealing a disheveled Nanami. He leans quietly against the doorframe for a moment, catching his breath before Yuuji turns, smiling widely at the sight of his father.

"Papa!"

You turn from where you stand beside the phone, smiling in relief as you watch Yuuji bound up to Nanami, wrapping his little arms halfway around his father's legs.

"There you are. I have to admit, I was getting a little worried about you," you admit with a smile, waving to Nanami as you walk closer to the pair, watching through softened eyes as Yuuji reaches for his completed coloring page, wanting to show his father.

"I apologize for my lateness. I had not expected my office to keep me as late as they did," Nanami apologizes, bowing his head at you. You wave him off, then folding your fingers together in front of you.

"It's not an issue at all. Though you did give Yuuji quite the scare," you admit, not failing to notice the way that Nanami's smile fades for a quick moment, but returns when Yuuji lifts his coloring page up to him.

"Oh," he hums, turning to Yuuji and laying a palm against the youngster's head, lovingly ruffling his hair. "I apologize Yuuji, I didn’t mean to frighten you."

"It's okay Papa! Miss (Y/N) and I colored together!" Yuuji bubbles, his eyes crinkling in a wide smile as his eyes momentarily flicker to you. "See? I made this one look like you."

Nanami smiles fondly, then turning to you and once again mouthing his thanks. You merely wave him off, watching with a smile of your own as Yuuji continues to explain each little character that he had colored in.

ENCOUNTER 7 :

"Good morning Miss (Y/N)!" Yuuji exclaims happily, smiling brightly up at you as Nanami leads him forward, releasing the little boy's hand as he tugs his father towards you.

Biting back the yawn that rises in your throat, you will yourself to smile back at your student, waving politely at him and watching through half-lidded eyes as he lets go of Nanami's hand. He opens his mouth to question you, but is immediately distracted by the call of one of his friends.

"Good morning Miss (Y/L/N)," Nanami bows politely at you, one that you return clumsily. His eyebrows pinch together in a mixture of curiosity and concern – you weren't acting like your regular self. Your once bubbly attitude and bright greetings were replaced now by half-assed "good morning's" and small waves that carried none of your usual warmth.

"Morning Mr. Nanami," you return, your smile wobbling as your eyes flicker to meet his own. It's then that he notices the exhaustion that weighs heavy on your eyelids, practically tugging them down to a point where you look as though you're about to fall asleep standing upright.

"Are you feeling alright this morning?"

"Oh yes, just tired is all," you wave off his concern, smiling once again at him before a comfortable yet uncomfortable silence falls over the both of you. "I'll be seeing you later?"

"Yes, have a good day," Nanami smiles at you, his heart warming when you return it – though it doesn't quite reach your eyes that way that it would normally. You wave again at him as he walks off, then turning to your awaiting students and clapping your hands once together.

ENCOUNTER 8 :

"Oh! Miss (Y/N)! My papa wanted to talk to you after school today," Yuuji mentions to you, smiling as he glances up from the worksheet that he had been previously occupied with. Your eyebrows pinch together in intrigue, glancing down at the pink-haired boy and tilting your head at him.

"Alright then, I'll be waiting for him," you reply with a kind smile, then continuing your routine check on the rest of your students, being sure that none of them were struggling with the work that you had handed out.

< … >

"Yuuji mentioned that you wanted to speak with me?"

Nanami swallows the growing lump in his throat, suddenly feeling oddly choked up as you stand in front of him, lifting his hand to scratch at the back of his neck. His shirt feels tighter than before, the air surrounding him is suddenly hotter than it had been previously.

"Yes – uhm – my apologies if I am taking up your time," Nanami begins, fiddling with his fingers and scratching at already existing hangnails, "but there is something that I wanted to ask of you."

You smile kindly at him, a gentle laugh falling from your parted lips – a sound that Nanami wishes that he could commit to the very depths of his memory.

"You're not wasting my time at all," you're quick to reassure him, your gaze momentarily flickering to Yuuji as he takes advantage of the empty classroom, organizing the books in your small-shelved library.

Nanami inhales deeply, holding the breath in his chest and wondering if what he was about to ask would make you view him in a different light – though he sincerely hoped that you wouldn't.

"I was wondering...and forgive me if this is too forward...if you would like to join me for coffee sometime this weekend?" His voice is dangerously quiet, a light shake to his voice as the fear of being rejected finally sinks into his bones – maybe he shouldn’t have said anything at all.

Your laughter dies down, fading completely as you stare at Nanami – you certainly hadn't expected him to ask you that.

Just as Nanami opens his mouth to apologize again, you cut him off.

"I'd love to."

With cheeks dusted pink and a smile that could only be compared to a lovesick fool, Nanami glances up at you, feeling his chest warm at the sight of your dimpled cheeks and crinkled eyes.

< ... >

"So that's how you and Papa fell in love?" Yuuji tilts his head curiously, biting back his yawn as he nestles further into his comforters. You smile gently at him, reaching a hand out to affectionately ruffle his hair, threading your fingers through his pink locks.

"That's exactly how Papa and I fell in love. He took me for coffee that very weekend, and the rest is history," you recall with a lovesick smile plastered onto your face. Yuuji smiles sleepily, a sight that you mentally commit to memory.

"I'm happy you and Papa met," Yuuji whispers adorably, yawning again before his heavy eyes finally flutter shut, exhaustion taking over him. You smile again, leaning forward to place a gentle kiss against his forehead before you stand from his bed.

You turn your head, jumping at the sight of Nanami standing in the doorframe to Yuuji's bedroom, leaning against it with crossed arms and a gentle smile on his face. "How long were you there for?" Your voice is almost accusatory as you walk into your husband's arms, resting your own around his neck and tracing your fingernails along his nape.

"Long enough to hear you retell that story for – what – the eighty-fifth time?" Nanami perks an eyebrow at you, leaning down to slot his lips against yours. You hum against his mouth, tugging him a bit closer and biting playfully at his bottom lip.

He pulls away after a moment, the tip of his nose affectionately brushing against your own, his large hands squeezing playfully at your waist.

"And every time I tell it, you hang off of my every word, don't you?"

Nanami smiles, his lips ghosting over your own as he tugs you impossibly closer, your chest pressed flush against his own.

"That I do."

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How It All Began | Quinn Hughes

Summary: Quinns family finally finds out that Him and y/n are together. Featuring our local B.c. boy, the one and only Mat Barzal. Based loosely off of this.

Parings: Quinn Hughes x Teacher!Fem!Reader

Warnings: None I think. Maybe some anxious feelings. Part of this universe but can be read as a stand alone.

Wc: 5.7k

The door clicks shut, breaking your focus and signifying that Quinn is home from practice. As he passes by the couch, he drops a kiss to your head, ruffling your hair as he goes. "Hi baby," he murmurs quietly, not wanting to disturb you while you mark math tests.

"Hi Q," you say off-handedly, grimacing as you circle another question in red and write down the correct answer. This poor kid is going to need some extra help. You quickly scan your attendance list and put a star beside his name.

Quinn busies himself by taking a quick shower and cutting up some fruit as a snack before he flops on the couch and pillows his head on your thigh. Your fingers automatically delve into his hair, rubbing at his scalp soothingly. He lets out a contented sigh as he snatches the TV remote and navigates to YouTube to play some sort of educational video that will make his brain work.

Occasionally, he holds a piece of fruit up for you, and you take it without hesitation, often catching his fingers between your teeth playfully. Halfway through a video about Moser's circle problem, he pauses it and takes the pen and paper from your hand, setting them on the coffee table neatly.

"Sorry to disrupt your marking, babe," he says softly, holding up a strawberry for you in a sort of apology, "I have a question for you." His tongue darts against his lip in a nervous habit as he awaits your response.

"All good, baby; I could use a break anyway." You smile, happily taking the slice of strawberry into your mouth. You lean down and kiss the corner of his mouth sweetly, hoping to alleviate some of his nerves, "What's your question?"

"Will you come to Michigan with me this summer? I know you usually say no, but now you're my girlfriend, and I don't wanna spend the summer without you. I mean, I understand if you don't wanna, and I won't push, but it'd really mean a lot to me to have you there and-"

Your smile grows as he rambles, and you cut him off with a kiss. "Yes, Quinn, I'll come to Michigan with you this summer and for every summer after that, as long as you'll have me,"

The smile Quinn gives you is dazzling and filled with love, "for the rest of our lives?"

"For the rest of our lives," you confirm, sealing your lips over his in another sweet kiss. You pull away for air, smoothing his hair down with a smile. "Now make yourself useful and help me mark these tests," you say nudging him into a sitting position.

"Tyrant," he mutters, though he can barely keep the smile off his face. He splits the remainder of the stack of tests in half and slides a pile over to you. You give him the answer key, already having memorized most of the answers and the two of you work comfortably side by side. After the stack of tests is marked you hand Quinn your trusty sticker book, and he lights up as he takes it from you, he places a sticker on each test with such care it makes your heart melt.

The remainder of the evening passes by in the blissful peace of each other's company, and soon the two of you are curled around each other, fast asleep on the couch.

The months fly by as the weather grows warmer, and the canucks are in the playoffs. It's a bit of an adjustment, dealing with the chaos of the end of the school year while Quinn captains a playoff team, but if the pair of you are good at anything, it's adapting to what life throws at you.

Soon, hockey season is over, and it's the last day of the school year. Honestly, you are just as happy as the kids. The day flies by in a whirlwind of fun, and soon enough, you're hugging your students goodbye and promising you'll visit them in their class next year. You'll never admit it, but it makes you feel a little emotional every time.

Quinn picks you up from school with a bouquet of flowers and two slices of pie from the shop downtown that the two of you reserve exclusively for special occasions. Quinn leans over the center console and plants a sweet kiss on your lips, turning you to putty in his arms.

"Happy last day of school, Ms. Y/l/n," he smirked, punctuating his sentence with a kiss to your cheek.

You can't help the giggle that falls from your lips, and you lace your fingers with his as he drives to Prospect Point. You pick a place on the sea wall for the two of you to sit and prepare to feast on the pie.

"To the best summer of our lives," Quinn grins, tapping his pie against yours. You smile, your heart full, and you dig in.

"How do you know it'll be the best summer of our lives?" You tease, watching the boats on the water.

"Because for the first time," Quinn murmurs with a grin, taking your chin between his pointer finger and thumb to make you look at him, "we'll be spending it together," he places a gentle kiss on your lips and you wrap your arms around his neck, keeping him close.

"I love you, Quintin," you hum with a smile.

"I love you too, Y/n," he leans against you, and you thread your fingers through his hair as you watch boats drift along the waterline, lit by the glow of the setting sun. And at that moment, everything was right in the world.

The sun disappears over the horizon, and Quinn wraps his arm over your shoulders as you walk back to the car, "we gotta get you packed," he mumbles against your hair.

"Ugh, don't remind me," you groan. "I hate packing,"

"Well, I already told you you could bring a small bag and I'll take you shopping when we get to Mich, but somebody didn't like that idea," he sasses, nipping at your ear.

You flick him in the nose, scowling, "Shut up,"

"Yes, ma'am," he smirks.

As soon as you get home, Quinn wastes no time, pulling out a suitcase for you as you go through the list of what you need to pack. Quinn leaves you to it, knowing that there's a method to your madness, and the only thing he can do to help is sit there and look pretty.

He's lounging on the bed while piles of clothing surround you. As you start neatly packing things into the suitcase you go through the pile of swimsuits once more, "Are you sure I need this many swimsuits?" You ask skeptically, for what is probably the third time.

"Yes, babe. We are on the water almost every day," he says again. His answer still the same as the last time you asked.

"Oh!" You spring up with a smile on your face and saunter to the closet, "I just remembered..."

"Remembered what, babe?" Quinn asks curiously, rolling over on the bed so he's no longer looking at you upside down as you emerge from the closet with a blue plastic card. You present it to him with a big smile.

He squints his eyes, snatching the card from your hands. "Is this real?"

You scoff. "Of course, it's real."

"No fucking way," Quinn says, wide-eyed, flipping it over and inspecting the back of it, "We have known each other for so long, and you never mentioned you had a boat license."

You roll your eyes and plant yourself in the middle of your piles of clothing again while Quinn inspects your very real boating license. "I basically grew up on the Okanagan, of course, I have a boat license."

"Oh baby, Jack just got demoted from first mate," he chuckles, grin spreading wide.

You giggle as you pack everything into the suitcase, "I'm excited to see everyone. It's been way too long."

"Speaking of seeing everyone..." he trails off, nervously fiddling with his fingers, "I didn't tell them about us yet. Or that you're coming."

Confusion is written on your features as you look at him. Your heart stutters a little. He notices the look on your face and is quick to tamper your worries. "I just- I wanted to tell them in person. You're so important to me and to my family as well, and it didn't feel right to tell them over the phone, you know?"

"I'm nervous." You say quietly, zipping up your suitcase after you've packed everything into it. Quinn stands, pulling you into his arms, you melt into the warmth of his body and loop your arms around his back.

"They already love you, baby, don't even worry," he says, planting a sweet kiss on your hair. You sigh against his chest and let the beat of his heart calm your nerves. His hands stroke your back in soothing circles, and he starts to sway the two of you back and forth.

"Alexa, play Heaven by Bryan Adams," Quinn says just loud enough for the device to pick up his voice. You smile into his chest as soft music fills the room, and all of a sudden, tears well at the corners of your eyes because this is everything you have ever dreamed of and more.

"I love you so much, Quinn," you murmur against his shirt, "more than I have words for."

Quinn pulls away, cupping your face and kissing the tears from your cheeks, "don't cry, baby," he says earnestly, not knowing the reason for your tears.

"Happy tears," you choke out with a smile, nuzzling your cheek against his hand with a happy sigh. He pulls you back into his chest and sways to the music until the song is over. You stand on your tip toes and press a sweet kiss to his lips. He smiles against your mouth "Gotta finish packing sweets," he mutters, squeezing your waist. You nip at his lip playfully, and he pulls away with an overdramatic hiss.

"Why'd you have to remind me?" You pout, crossing your arms against your chest.

Quinn chuckles, smoothing his tongue along his bottom lip, "Come on, babe, I know you won't be able to relax until you get it done. Plus, now it's just your airplane bag, and then you're free."

You sigh, knowing he's correct, as you gather the things that need to go in your backpack. Your iPad, current book, AirPods, chargers, wallet, passport, and all the other important stuff that need to go in your backpack. Quinn rolls your suitcase by the door, and you place your backpack on top of it, finally done packing for the night.

"How are we getting to the airport?" You ask, mouth full of toothpaste as you and Quinn prepare for bed side by side. Quinn's hair is held back by one of those silly skincare headbands.

You can't help but snap a photo of the two of you. Quinn patted his face dry with a towel, brown curls were pushed back by a lavender headband, you had your toothbrush hanging half out of your mouth, and your hair was pushed back with a matching blue headband.

Quinn rolls his eyes fondly and presses a kiss to your cheek and you snap another photo with a giggle. Domestic Quinn is your favourite Quinn because he's all yours. No one else gets to see him like this.

Quinn finishes drying his face, "Hmm, I think Barzy said he would take us, I'll text him and double-check."

It takes a minute for the nickname to place, but as soon as it does, you whip around to face him, a piece of floss stuck between your teeth, "Barzy? As in Barzal? Like Matthew Barzal of the New York Islanders?"

Quinn looks at you strangely, "What other Barzal's do you know?"

"Since when are you buddies with Mat Barzal?" You ask, crossing your arms over your chest.

Quinn furrows his brows, trying to recall when he became friends with Mat, "Since I moved to Vancouver? I swear you knew this?"

"No, I didn't," you shake your head, throwing your floss in the garbage.

"His family lives in Coquitlam. I usually pick him up from the airport when he flies in if I'm still in Vancouver," he shrugs. He swore you knew all of this. Then again, this is the first time he's been around this far into the off-season. He unusually catches the first possible flight out to Michigan, but this time, he stuck around until you were finished teaching.

Your eyes light up in recognition. "Is that the 'Matty' you pick up from the airport every year?" You ask as all the pieces click into place.

Quinn nods, flipping off the bathroom light and texting mat while you curl up on your respective side of the bed, holding the quilt up for him to slip underneath. "Mat says he'll drop us off," Quinn says, ensuring his alarm is set before he plugs his phone in and slips under the covers beside you.

As always, you curl into his side, and he wraps his arm around you, bringing you as close to his chest as possible, stroking patterns along your arm. You toss your leg over his hip, and his other hand finds its home on your leg.

"Night baby, I love you," you whisper against his chest.

"I love you too," he says, pressing a kiss to your hair.

The morning brings a whirlwind of chaos. Making sure neither of you forgot anything important, triple checking to be sure there's nothing left in the fridge that will go bad, amongst other things. There's a knock on the door while Quinn ensures everything is unplugged around the apartment.

"Ready to go?" Quinn asks as he's locking the apartment door. It's a rhetorical question; it's time to go whether you are ready or not, but the fact that he still cares enough to ask makes your chest warm.

"Yeah," you sigh, locking your fingers with his. He squeezes your hand and gives you a reassuring smile as the two of you walk to the awaiting car of Mat Barzal. He pops the trunk, and Quinn hoists your suitcase into the back.

You slip into the back seat, leaving the passenger side for Quinn. Mat whips towards you with a grin, tilting his head so he can see you over the rims of his sunglasses. "You must be the missus," he sticks his hand out for you to shake, "it's good to finally meet you. Huggy never shuts up about you."

You smile, shaking his hand, "Good to meet you too, Mat. I can't believe Quinn has never introduced us before now,"

Quinn slips into the passenger seat, rolling his eyes. "Cause I knew you two would get along like a house on fire, and frankly, that's something out of my nightmares."

"Oh hush, Huggy," Mat produces a tray from seemingly out of nowhere carrying three takeout cups, "drink your green juice before you pop a vein," he says, handing Quinn the cup with some healthy-looking green juice in it. Quinn takes the cup with a grumble.

"And for the lady," Mat produces a cup of coffee, "I hope you like hazelnut lattes. Quinn didn't text me back fast enough about your coffee order, so this is what I got."

"This is perfect, thank you." You say, taking the cup from him, incredibly happy now that you have your hands on some caffeine.

"Thanks for feeding my girlfriend's addiction you ass," Quinn grumbles. His tone is teasing, and his words are light-hearted, but it's funny how Mat sticks out his bottom lip in an offended pout.

"It's not an addiction!" You protest with a gasp, keeping your coffee close to your chest as if Quinn might try to steal it.

The rest of the ride to the airport is filled with friendly banter and you and Mat exchange numbers. Quinn pretends it's the worst thing to happen, but secretly, he's happy that you and Mat are getting along.

Mat steps out to do the bro hug thing with Quinn and then grabs your suitcase from the car. Mat pulls you into a side hug, "It was good to meet you, Missus. I know you probably know this, but Quinn loves you a lot. He wears his love for you on his face, which is surprising considering that he's... well, he's Quinn." Mat says with an awkward chuckle.

It's surprising to hear from someone else. You'd never really thought about how Quinn looks at you in public. To you, he's sassy, and he talks a lot. He wears his emotions on his sleeve, and he isn't afraid to make his feelings known. To the public, he's quiet and respectful and knows exactly what to say and when to say it.

So to hear that he wears his love for you in his face, publicly, in the open, for the world to see, well, it makes your heart flutter warmly in your chest.

Quinn rejoins the two of you, leaning casually against your suitcase. You take that as your cue to leave and turn to hug Mat for real.

"Thanks for saying that, Mat. It means a lot." You whisper to him.

Mat chuckles, patting you on the back, "Of course, it was good to meet you, Y/n. I'm gonna let you go now because Quinn looks like he might try to kill me, but send me lots of photos of the two of you this summer, ok?"

It's an odd request, mainly because you just met, but you like him, and you know you're going to become good friends, so you smile and promise you'll send him lots of photos.

"Thanks for driving us to the airport, Barzy," Quinn smiles, dabbing him up one last time before the two of you head into the airport.

Quinn offers his hand for you, leading the two of you through the airport. You take it gratefully, happy not to have to use your brain. Soon enough, you're seated side by side on the plane, ready to take off. Quinn hands you water while you pop your drugs, ready to pass out. Flying has never been a favourite activity of yours, so you usually take a couple of nighttime advils and knock out for the duration of the flight.

It's like magic, really; You go to sleep in one place and wake up in another. You pillow your head on Quinn's shoulder, and before you know it, you are out cold.

Approximately six hours later, Quinn is shaking you awake ever so gently, "We're here, babe, planes landed," he says softly, pressing a kiss to your head.

You blink the sleep from your eyes, your brain feeling a little groggy. "Times' it?" You mumble, flopping your head back onto Quinn's shoulder.

"4:27 pm,"

You hum in acknowledgement, rubbing your eyes with a sigh. The flight attendants announced that it was time to start deboarding. Quinn nudges you up while he grabs both of your backpacks from the overhead compartment. He gives you yours and grabs your hand, leading you off the plane to collect your baggage.

As the two of you wait by the baggage carousel, you lean against the sturdiness of Quinn's body, still groggy from the meds. Quinn rubs his hands up and down your arms in soothing motions. His phone buzzes incessantly in his pocket, and he pulls it out with a huff. His eyes light up instantly when he sees that it's Jack and Luke in their group chat.

“Jack and Luke are here,” he whispers with a smile. Suddenly, you are wide awake; you haven't seen either of them since December, and holy fuck, you miss them. “I told them to park and come in,”

“They still don't know I'm here, right?” you question excitedly. Quinn nods, his eyes sparkling with amusement at how excited you are. “You face that way, and tell me when they’re coming,” you say, stepping away from Quinn so you aren't standing suspiciously close to him. Quinn chuckles at your request and does it anyway, facing the entrance to the airport so he can see when his brothers enter. You are practically vibrating with excitement as you wait for them to arrive.

You and Quinn can hear them before you see them, “-well, he probably told us to come in because he has a suitcase or something,” Jack says, exasperated.

“But why does he have a suitcase? He never brings a suitcase?” Luke asks confused

They round the corner as Jack sighs. He points to Quinn and slaps Luke upside the head, “Go ask him yourself,”

You are covering your mouth with a hand to keep your laughter quiet, and Quinn is peaking at you out of the corner of his eye with a very amused look.

“What’r you smiling about Quinner?” Luke asks, looping his arm around his brother. Quinn pats his back as Jack joins the hug, throwing himself at Quinn’s free side. Quinn loops his free arm around him with a grunt. “Just happy to see you dumbasses,”

“So why’d you have luggage?” Luke asks, brows raised.

You choose that moment to face them, “It’s mine, actually,” you grin.

Both of their jaws drop to the floor, and they scramble to untangle themselves from Quinn and throw themselves at you instead. Jack gets to you first, wrapping his arms around your shoulders. Luke hugs you around your back. It's awkward because of your backpack, but he is too impatient to wait for Jack to let go, “Y/n, are you really here?” Jack says quietly.

“No, she’s a figment of your imagination,” Luke says with an eye roll, squeezing you just a little tighter “Yes, she’s here, dumbass,”

Quinn chuckles at the interaction, grabbing your suitcase off the conveyor belt as it passes. He leans on it, watching as his brothers practically squeeze the life out of you.

“No one asked you,” Jack huffs. You smile against Jack's neck and tap his arm for him to let go of you. Jack whirls on Quinn, pointing an accusatory finger at him, “How come you didn't tell us she was coming?”

“It was a surprise.” he shrugs with a smirk.

Luke loops an arm around your shoulder, and you wrap one around his waist. You have known the kid since he was a fourteen-year-old who barely came up to your shoulder. At this point, he is basically your little brother. Hopefully, one day, he will be.

“Does this mean you finally pulled your head out of your ass and confessed that you’ve been head over heels for her since you’ve met?” Jack asks bluntly, he pulls on the strap of your backpack to take it from you, and you let him gladly..

Luke cackles, and you laugh behind your hand while Quinn goes red in the face. “Technically, I’m the one who confessed.” you grin, walking towards the door.

“So tell us the story,” Jack nudges with a grin.

“Oh god, can we not?” Quinn groans, scrubbing a hand down his face.

“Quinn, please tell me you did not embarrass the family name,” Luke says all too seriously.

“Shut up, Luke. At least I have a girlfriend.”

“So he did embarrass the family name then,” Jack says teasingly.

You just smile, and Jack breaks out into a cackle. Quinn grumbles unintelligibly as he places your suitcase into the trunk. He holds his hand out for the keys, and Luke pouts but hands them over without argument as the older sibling, Quinn, is quite literally incapable of allowing his younger siblings to drive while he is in the car. Quinn opens the passenger door for you, and you slide in with a smile, kissing him on the cheek.

“UGH, THAT WAS SO GROSS,” Luke yells dramatically, covering his eyes. “Keep your grimy lips off her, you heathen!”

“She literally kissed me, you dumbass,” Quinn says, rolling his eyes as he adjusts the seat to his comfort, he laces your fingers together, and you keep your intertwined hands perched in your lap. The drive to the lake house is filled with friendly chatter. Jack and Luke ask about your work, how the kids are, and when they can come to visit next year. You ask them about their last season, how their summer is going, if they are excited for the next season, and everything else that comes to mind.

It’s almost sad that the drive is over as the car pulls up to Lake House. Until you remember you’re about to see Ellen and Jim for the first time in a while. The excitement returns tenfold, and you don't even care about surprising them. As the car rolls to a stoop and you burst out before Quinn has had the chance to put it in park, you can’t remember why you were nervous about coming to Michigan.

“Hi Quinn, we’re in the kitchen!” Ellen's voice calls as she hears the front door open. Following the sound of Ellen's voice you find the kitchen easily.

“Hi El, Hi Jim,” you say with a sheepish smile. They look up, startled by a voice that is most definitely not Quinn.

Jim comes over with a smile, pulling you into a side hug. “Hey Kiddo, long time, its good to see you.”

“Oh my goodness! Y/n!” Ellen drops what she is doing and practically runs to hug you, “Welcome to Michigan, Honey! How come no one told us you were coming? Where are the boys?”

As if on cue, the boys appear in a wave of chaos, Luke dragging your suitcase, Quinn and Jack carrying the backpacks. “Hey, mom, hey, dad,” Quinn says, dropping his bag and hugging them respectively.

Ellen nudges him in the stomach with an elbow, and he doubles over dramatically. “How come you didn't tell us you were bringing Y/n?” she says, crossing her arms over her chest and glaring at her son.

“She’s finally his girlfriend!” Luke yells as he drags your bags upstairs to Quinn's room.

Ellen's head whips between you two, “surprise,” Quinn says sheepishly, making jazz hands at his mom. Jim snorts and resumes setting the table. Ellen’s face settles into a soft, knowing smile. And she pulls you in for another hug along with Quinn.

“I thought he was never gonna confess at this rate.” Ellen teases.

“Well, actually,” you start with a grin, and Quinn is already groaning, “I was the one who confessed,”

“Well, we would love to hear the whole story at dinner, Quinn. Why don’t you give her a quick mini-tour and then freshen up? Dinner will be ready in less than ten.”

“Sure, Mom,” he drops a kiss to her hair and grabs you by the hand, leading you out of the kitchen, back into the living room and up the stairs where Luke had disappeared with your luggage, pointing out things along as you go. He promises a more in-depth tour after dinner as he drags you to his bedroom so the two of you can freshen up.

Jack and Luke had brought all of your luggage up, thank god. You grab your toothbrush out of your bag, and Quinn points you in the direction of the bathroom. “Do you want something to change into?” he asks as he shuffles through his closet.

“I wouldn't be opposed to a t-shirt,” you answer, undoing your hair and rubbing your fingers into your scalp to release the tension from having your hair up since this morning. You brush your teeth quickly and strip off your hoodie, tossing it on top of your suitcase, as Quinn hands you a t-shirt. As you pull it over your head, the comforting smell of Quinn engulfs you, and you sigh happily.

Suddenly, Quinn is in front of you, wrapping his arms around you loosely, and you practically fall into him. “How are you feeling?” he asks gently, his hands finding your bare skin under your shirt.

“So happy I came with you, Q,” you smile against his chest.

“Me too, baby, me too,” he sighs.

Ellen's voice echos up the stairs, saying that dinner is ready, and Quinn places a kiss on your cheek before loosely tangling your fingers together and leading you back down the stairs. Quinn sits on your left, your thing comfortable resting on top of his. Luke is on your right, and Jim, Ellen and Jack are across from you.

“So tell us the story of how you finally got together,” Ellen prompts, handing you the potatoes.

“Oh god, must we?” Quinn groans,

“Quinn did something embarrassing apparently,” Jack grins, piling his plate high with food.

Their parents don't comment, but the sly smiles that adorn their faces tell you they expected nothing less from their son. “Please spare no expense. We've only waited half a decade for this,” Luke says seriously.

“It was nothing special, really,” you smile, “we were just having dinner, and then it slipped out.” you shrug.

Jack pokes you with his foot under the table, and you glare at him playfully. “Come on, you are holding out on us. What happened after that?”

“Nothing,” you smile.

“Nothing?” Luke questions, and you know he’s caught on as you nod in confirmation.

“As in…” Ellen eyes Quinn with an intensity that only a mother can manage, “Quinn did nothing,”

Quinn hides his face, absolutely mortified, “he didn't do anything, didn't say anything, he just kind of stood there with a blank stare,” you say, smiling fondly as you recall how the night went. It was funny looking back on it now, but at that time, it was the most horrifying moment of your life.

“Quinn, seriously!” Luke scolds, “The girl you love confesses her undying feelings, and you do nothing! That's so embarrassing. We’re renouncing you as a Hughes.”

“Pretty sure I'm the only one who has that power, kiddo,” Jim chimes in with a teasing smile.

“So what happened after that?” Jack encourages with a wave of his hand.

“Well, naturally, after you confess your feelings for your best friend and he just kind of stands there frozen like a baby deer in headlights, you feel pretty mortified,” you shrug, “so naturally, I ran away.”

“Oh my god! You didn't!” Luke gasps dramatically.

“Mhmm,” you nod, “I did,” you nudge Quinn gently so he can continue the story.

“Forgot her phone, keys, wallet, everything,” Quinn says, shaking his head, “I was freaking out, so I kinda just ran out of the apartment after her. I’m sprinting down the streets of downtown Vancouver after dark, and it starts raining. Eventually, like, ten minutes later, I found her crying on a park bench, soaked to the bone and shivering like there was no tomorrow.”

“And just as I was about to take off again, he grabbed me by the wrist and told me he loves me too,” you say, smiling softly.

“Dude, that's straight out of The Notebook,” Jack laughs,

“Well, that will make a fun wedding story.” Ellen smiles,

“That's what Quinn said,” You say, grinning.

“Good job, Quinner. I honestly expected much more embarrassment on your part.” Luke says much too happily.

“Gee, thanks for having so much faith in me, Moose.” Quinn rolls his eyes.

“I’m sure the real version is much less PG,” Jack mutters with a smirk, earning himself a jab from his mother. Your cheeks warm, and your gaze drops to your plate while the tips of Quinn’s ears go pink.

Jack’s smirk grows wider at your reactions, and he's cackling as he takes his next bite of food.

“After that, I moved into his place, and that's basically it, and now we're here.”

“And we're glad to have you,” Ellen smiles.

The remainder of dinner passes quickly, the conversation flowing between the five of you easily. You help clean the kitchen. “Wanna do a sunset boat ride?” Quinn asks as he dries his hands on the dish towel, “I'm itching to get on the water.”

“I'm down,” Luke and Jack say simultaneously, while Jim and Ellen nod in agreement.

“Everyone get a hoodie, you know how cold it gets on the boat as soon as the sun starts to set,” Ellen instructs while she heads up the stairs to grab hoodies for her and Jim.

“I’ll go get two for us,” Quinn murmurs, disappearing up the stairs behind his mom.

He comes back down, not a minute later, with two hoodies in hand. He hands you the blue Canucks hockey one and takes the grey one for himself.

“Oh, by the way, Jack,” Quinn starts as you all make your way to the dock, “you've been demoted as first mate and secondary driver,”

“What?” Jack practically screeches, “What did I do to deserve this?” he whines.

Quinn simply whips your boat license out of his pocket and shows it to Jack with a shit-eating grin.

Jack's mouth opens and closes like a fish out of water. “Don’t worry, Jack,” you laugh, “I would never usurp your position like that.” you pat him on the head reassuringly, and he can't help but smile at you.

Quinn hops over the side of the boat, and ever the gentleman offers you a hand. You take it with a smile and go to choose a seat, but before you can do so, Quinn is pulling you onto his lap in the driver's seat. You feel the blood rush to your cheeks. You are, after all, in front of his family. No one comments. They all simply smile knowingly as Quinn wraps one arm around your waist and hooks his chin over your shoulder.

With the comforting strength of Quinn’s body beneath you, the sunset on the lake and the soft chatter of the Hughes melding with the wind rushing in your ears, you decide that this will, in fact, be the best summer of your life.

Ya'll I am so so sorry this took so long. It was supposed to be out Friday, then Saturday, then Sunday, then Monday morning. And here we are. Monday night. Finally.

Some crazy shit happened 😭

Anyways, last final is on Thursday and then I have all the free time in the world to write!

Hope yall are having a wonderful day/night/evening/time etc.

As always, comments are much appreciated.

#quinn hughes #qh43 #hughes brothers #nhl imagine #nhl x reader #quinn hughes x reader #quinn hughes x y/n #hockey blurb #hockey imagine #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes oneshot #quinn hughes x you #quinn hughes blurb #nhl imagines #nhl blurb #loving you is as easy as abc 123

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stars-for-circe · 4 months

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Student teacher!Abby Headcannons

Part 1, Part 2

tags / cw: AFAB reader, reader has a sister, just pure fluff honestly, teacher!Abby

Student teacher!Abby who always wanted to get a career in education after her favourite teacher retired, to make school a fun experience for other students just like her teacher had done for Abby.

Student teacher!Abby who finds her students adorable, and always looks forward to teaching her first graders every morning. Initially, elementary school wasn’t her first choice, but since the Highschool had no more spots for student teachers, she was moved.

Student teacher!Abby whose favourite subject was definitely science, and when she got into highschool it was biology. She was totally her father’s daughter because she loved learning about anatomy and living things - if she didn’t become a teacher she would have followed her father’s footsteps into medical school.

Student!teacher Abby who loves when the main teacher lets her take the reigns when it’s time to teach science - her heart warming when all the students look at her with wide, interested eyes as she explains how something in the body works and why it does that.

Student!teacher Abby who always noticed when a particular student stayed more focused than the others as she taught science. Instead of the usual oohs and ahs, there were nods of understanding and narrowed eyes in thought. She, the student, almost reminded Abby of herself when she was in elementary school.

Student teacher!Abby who always glanced at her first when she asked if there were any questions, happy to indulge in the little girl’s curiosity before any other student’s. It made Abby feel proud that she was capable of teaching her favourite subject to little kids who would learn to love it just as much as she did.

Student teacher!Abby whose heart swelled so much when the girl said she wanted to be a doctor when she was a grownup. She felt so happy that she inspired her favourite student to such an extent.

Student teacher!Abby who usually left school before pickup, but stayed until the end of the day to mark the spelling tests her students had completed.

Student teacher!Abby who watched all the students slowly trail out of the classroom in her peripheral as she marked the papers, adding ticks and stickers to each correct word, and crosses and words of encouragement to the incorrect ones.

Student teacher!Abby who noticed the girl standing half hidden behind the classroom door, shifting her stance and fiddling with her hands.

Student teacher!Abby who asks if she’s alright, and if anyone is there to pick her up from school - the time now being 40 minutes after class ended.

Student teacher!Abby who nods in understanding as the girl explains her dad should be picking her up soon, but doesn’t know why he’s this late.

Student!teacher Abby who beckons the girl over to help her mark the tests while they wait for her dad to come, the girl giggling at how her classmates spell simple words, with Abby trying not to giggle too much and instead lightly scolding her - only to give up as they mark a boys paper that went from wrong answers to crudely drawn dinosaurs on the lines in defeat

Student!teacher Abby whose head shoots up at a soft knock on the door, watching as the girl runs up and hugs someone while shouting their name - someone who is definitely not the girls dad.

Student teacher!Abby who stares starstruck at you, the prettiest girl she’s ever seen, before she realises that you’re the girls older sister. Her absolutely gorgeous older sister who is looking her way and now she’s panicking.

Student teacher!Abby who tries and fails to regain her composure as your sister drags you over, ecstatic that she gets to introduce you both. Abby stumbled over her words as she stutters out that the resemblance between you two is uncanny, making you giggle slightly as you tell her your name.

Student teacher!Abby who thinks that it’s the perfect name for a perfect girl, but panics immediately after as the look of surprise appearing on your face confirms she accidentally said that aloud.

Student teacher!Abby who send a nervous glance at your little sister, who fortunately seems too busy in packing her bag to hear what she had just said to you, as you stutter out a shy thanks.

Student teacher!Abby who is just too embarrassed after that whole endeavour to continue talking, so the two of you settle on a comfortable silence while locking eyes for far too long for you to be straight, she thinks.

Student teacher!Abby who doesn’t realise how close you two had gotten during your encounter until your sister dropping her bag at the teachers desk makes you both jump apart in alarm, too nervous to look at each other again.

Student teacher!Abby who watches you hopelessly as you grab your little sisters hand and hightail it out of the classroom while yelling out a shaky goodbye.

Student teacher!Abby who groans internally at how nervous she acted around you, before letting out a whispered “fuck” when she realises she didn’t get your number, and may never see you again.

Student teacher!Abby who is now determined to cross paths with you at least once more, because god forbid she lets the most perfect girl she’s ever met out of her grasp just like that.

And finally,

Your sister who finds it rather odd how much Abby has been asking about you ever since she introduced you both, and even odder that when she comes home, you have to hide your smile at the class photo she shows you. She follows your gaze to Abby in the photo, you for some reason weirdly focused on that orange, white, and pink pin on Abby’s jacket. But hey, maybe you just like those colours or something.

#abby anderson the last of us 2 #abby anderson x reader #abby anderson x you #abby anderson #the last of us #abby tlou #tlou2 #sapphic #wlw #lesbian #bisexual

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folklorebae · 2 years

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𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬

Cast(s): Actress!Reader & Actor!Suna Rintarou

Wc: 0.6k

Warning(s): Mention of filming a sex scene, Suna might be a bit ooc, and this is a totally self-indulgent fic, sorry. (This is a repost)

As one of the most well-known actresses, it is your job to go from one interview to another. It's fun, you think, especially when you’re accompanied by your beautiful, beautiful co-star or your secret boyfriend, Rintarou Suna. The two of you currently are scheduled to be at WIRED's Autocomplete Interview, answering questions from the web’s most searched. It starts with your questions first, and then Suna's. Well, most questions are basic, but some of them cause you two to laugh. Like, “Is Y/N L/N a good person?” or “What does Rintarou Suna want?”

“Okay, this will be the last one.” Suna looks down at the board of questions in his hand. “Read it, Ms. L/N.”

You let out a single chuckle before reading the question. “When did Rintarou Suna and Y/N L/N,” you pause, peeling the white sticker that hides the rest of the sentence, “meet?”

“Oh, interesting.” Suna looks up to the camera. “It was–”

“You don’t know it.” You interrupt, grinning at him.

Your boyfriend dramatically gasps, looking at you. “Yes, I do.”

“We met for the first time at Tsumu and Samu’s twenty-second birthday party.”

“No, we didn’t.” He argues.

“We did. Tsumu was seeing someone at that time and I was one of that someone’s closest friends. So that's why I was invited.” You explain. “But I left early, so yeah.”

A random old/new gossip from you surprises him, he couldn't help but hide his agape mouth with his palm. “We need to talk after this.”

You wink to the camera and continue to peel the next white sticker. “What is Rintarou Suna and Y/N L/N movie?”

“It’s not a movie.” Suna corrects, pointing at the camera. “It’s a black comedy horror tv series called ‘I Know Places’.”

You nod, giving two thumbs up at the camera. “Season two will be out next fall!”

“Next fall!” Suna repeats, mimicking your voice tone. “Okay, next question!”

You playfully roll your eyes and smile at how excited he sounds before peeling another sticker. “Did Rintarou Suna and Y/N L/N kiss?”

He looks down at the board, reading the question himself. “Why do you guys search for something like this on the internet?”

You look up at your boyfriend. ”Did we kiss, Rin?”

Suna looks at the camera, raising his brow. “Guys, for a horror show, we kissed a lot.”

You chuckle, nudge his side. “Yeah we kissed in our intimate scene–”

“Excuse me?” He interrupts, pretending to feel offended. “Mam, we didn't passionately make out before filming that scene just for you to call it ‘intimate scene’.”

You slap his arm as you bite your lower lip to stop yourself from laughing. “Okay, okay. SEX SCENE. Satisfied?”

He bows to you, a small grin plastered on his pretty face. “I really am. Thank you very much.”

“Okay, last but not least.” You announce before peeling off the last sticker. “Are Rintarou Suna and Y/N L/N dating?”

The two of you blankly stare at the camera for a moment before turning to look at each other. The black-haired man finally sighs, shaking his head. “Man… this is awkward.”

“Yeah,” You turn to look at the camera again. “I mean, we’re not single and happy. That’s all I can say.”

Suna nods in agreement, throwing the board so he could wrap his arm around your shoulder. “Thanks for having us! Bye!”

You laugh, waving to the camera. “Thanks WIRED!”

“And cut!” The director shouts. “Can you guys sit still? We need to watch some clips first.”

“Sure.” You say in unison.

Suna drops his hand from your shoulder, intertwining his fingers with yours. “Your acting skill is phenomenal.”

“Thank you, Academy Award winner.”

He smirks as he brings his other hand to place it on your nape. Leaning forward, he starts peppering kisses all over your face and your laughter immediately echoes through the studio after he kisses the sensitive part of your neck.

“Rin, stop! You’re tickling me.”

“Yes, I love you too.”

A/n: I'm sorry if you've seen this before and btw, I'm down to make the insta au version if this ain't flopping lol

I already uploaded the insta au! You can check it if you want!

#i'm so fucking sick of this app tbh and i'm this close 🤏 to burn tumblr's hq #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x f!reader #haikyuu x female reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu drabbles #haikyuu fluff #hq x reader #hq drabbles #hq fluff #suna x reader #suna x f!reader #suna x female reader #suna drabble #suna fluff

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outro-jo · 9 months

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good cow-munication

pairing: lee felix x (gn) reader

type: drabble

warnings: fluff, mentions of non speaking, reader uses korean sign language once, mentions of the reader being anxious and overstimulated

notes: i saw these sweatshirts on tiktok and my brain just thought of this little scenario. this is more for like neurodivergence (autism) but i suppose it could be for anyone who doesn’t/can’t speak 🫶🏻 also please correct me if you’re a part of the autistic non speaking community if there is something better to call these periods for those of us that are more vocal. i did see a video where a lot of things were being discussed but nothing had really been agreed upon but i want to be respectful 🩵 here is the sweatshirt mentioned

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the day was normal.

you did your thing and was waiting in the evening for your boyfriend to get home as your usual schedule had you expecting. felix was excited to get home to you, as he usually was, finding himself walking a bit faster than normal despite the aches from dance practice. you knew he was home, not by the door opening and him walking in but by the sound that was made outside the door.

“ahh!”

most would have said it was a bird call but you knew it was just your boyfriend. moments later he came rushing in, excitedly tossing his shoes and bag to the side as he came over to you.

“baby! i got something for you it came today!” he told you, bouncing on to the couch next to you. “can i give you some kisses first though?”

your lix was always so thoughtful, wanting to make sure you were comfortable before showing you affection. the second he saw you nod, giving him the ok, he leaned in and kissed all over your face quickly before returning his attention to the brown box in his lap.

“right, so i found this company online that makes things for like diverse people! queer people, neurodivergent people, and so on. they have this hoodie that i thought is perfect for you!” he explained, tearing into the package, not bothering to get something to cut it open.

he handed you the card and stickers that came with the order before tearing into the wrapping paper. his smile was the widest you’ve seen in a while as he held up the hoodie for you to see.

“look! isn’t it cute?! so, it’s for when you’re…” he paused, his eyes rolling back in his head in thought trying to remember it correctly. “not speaking! right? not speaking! that’s the right one… so, when your brain is too much and you can’t speak, look! it’s got these little fluffy cows on it! i know you love those.”

you watch as felix continued to explain the sweatshirt to you in full detail. your heart nearly exploding from how he was wanting to support you during your harder moments and prepare for good communication.

“look! this one’s happy, so when you’re feeling ok you can point to him and let me know. or! this one’s so cute, he’s eating noodles so when you’re hungry then you can point to him and i’ll make you some food!” he paused to kiss your head.

“and then the sleeves have ‘yes’ and ‘no’ so you can answer any questions! what do you think, angel?” his eyes were wide, expectantly waiting for your response.

it’s funny how well he knows you because your anxiety was high today and you were overstimulated, not feeling like you could really speak. you wordlessly pull off the hoodie of his you were already wearing and pulled on this new hoodie, smiling big as your head popped out of the top hole and pointing at the happy little cow on the front.

“oh, happy! you like it? i’m so glad!”

nodding, you reached up to tug at the collar of his shirt to pull him into you as a thank you.

“aw, yeah, i know what that means.” he joked once he broke the kiss and leaned in again.

when you separated again, you kept close to him, looking at him like he put the stars in the sky, so happy and grateful to have a partner that cared so much about you. you brought your hand up and brought it down to the top of your other hand.

“oh, ‘thank you’? there’s no need to thank me, love. i just wanna make sure you always feel safe and loved with me.” his cheeks raised making his eyes disappear with his smile. “so, what now? hungry? nap? anime?”

you thought for a minute, trying to figure out what your body was telling you before pointing at the cow eating noodles.

“hungry! i’m on it!” felix got up to prepare dinner.

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vulpesverda · 4 months

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I'm sure you were referring to my Kayn Making Food for the Group headcanons, but I think this would be more fun to do a headcanon post about the kinds of pranks he'd pull on all of the members. I'm also a menace who loves giving myself extra work, lmao

Prank Master Aphelios

Content: No Warnings 》 SFW 》 Alune Included

Requests: Currently Open

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K'Sante

We all know about Aphelios replacing K'Sante's protein powder with flour, right? KNOWING this man eats that shit DRY? Evil. And I love it. On top of that, I like to imagine Phel changes the lock and homescreens on K'Sante's tablet to just... really weird shit. Obscure memes. Sometimes ones he's made himself. Ones he's made about K'Sante. How did he get the pass code. K'Sante doesn't know. K'Sante does not have the power to stop him. Someone help this man.

Sett

Pranking Sett is both so easy and so difficult. It's so easy to get a big emotional reaction out of him... but there are some pranks that will just fly right over his head. But I think Phel's favorite thing to do is gaslight this motherfucker. Tell him fake facts knowing that Sett is gonna repeat it later and look silly. And when Sett is like "Phel told me that! It's true!", Phel is like "I did not say that, where did you hear that".

Yone

You might be thinking, "If anyone were to be free of his shenanigans, it's got to be Yone, right?" And you would be correct. However, no one is free, and therefore Yone suffers. And by "suffers", I mean his cold brew is replaced with decaf. Yone notices. Immediately. He doesnt even have to taste it. He is not happy.

Yone is aware he can just go buy a cold brew, but its the principle of the thing. You don't fuck with a man's coffee, or his morning routine. But Yone can't prove anything, and his coffee is re-replaced as soon as he makes a stink about it, so.

Kayn

Kayn loves to dye his hair, canonically. And if he dyes his hair with any dye that comes in containers like the Arctic Fox hair dye, you bet Phel has intentionally switched around the colors. He bought sticker remover stuff so he could peel off the labels and switch them around undetected, so Kayn opens up his next bottle of pinkish purple dye and ends up with ultramarine or black or green and dumping it directly on his head.

Because let's be honest, I don't imagine Kayn would put that shit in a bowl and apply it with a brush. He's squeezing that bottle on his head and rubbing it in with his hands. And you're lucky if he's using gloves.

Ezreal

Ezreal is an easy one to prank. If Ez leaves his phone alone for even a SECOND, Aphelios is on that shit, hiding it away in his pocket or something so Ez is frantically looking for it. And then he puts it in a spot he KNOWS Ezreal knows he's looked. He gets a really big reaction out of it, too, which is what makes such a low effort prank so worth it. Minimal risk, big reward. If he's lucky, Ezreal might start whining.

Aphelios

Now, dear reader, you may be asking "Why is Aphelios on this list?". And the answer to that question lies in the fact that Aphelios is not even safe from himself. Particularly when he is drunk. I envision drunk Aphelios giggling to himself as he thinks "It would be really funny to piss off sober me", and doing something he knows is going to inconvenience him while hung over. Like rearranging his bedroom furniture in a way that doesn't make sense or is impractical. Or hiding the toilet paper so he has to do the shuffle of shame after his morning shit.

He is a menace, even to himself. I told you no one is free.

Alune

This is her brother. Her brother who loves her, but her brother nonetheless. He's perfected the art of the prank, and she was his unwilling test subject for many, many years. Anything you can think of, he's probably done it to her. There's nothing he can do that would surprise her, at this point. I think he enjoys stealing her hair ties and hiding them somewhere she can't reach. Or hiding all of the left socks in her matching pairs. Anything to inconvenience her just a little bit. And she knows this has the work of the Phae (Phel/Fae) written all over it.

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AN: God I love aphelios. End note.

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lex-drinks-blood · 2 years

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So... Maybe You're Bi?

Steve Harrington x Male Reader: obligatory "helping steve find himself" oneshot, AU where you both work at the video store together with rob, Steve also may or may not know he likes you before making this discovery...👀

Warnings: none?

Notes: I'm not in the mood to proofread this so I'm sorry for that but... here!

The tall male beside you pressed his hands to his temples and breathed a labored sigh.

"I'm just saying Harrington, maybe these supposed "babes and non-babes" are all babes!" you nudged his side with your elbow, which he did not seem to appreciate.

He took another deep breath, contemplating the former relationships he had with his close male friends and the thoughts that clouded his mind in the locker rooms at practice, he hated to admit that it seemed like maybe it was all adding up.

"Alright bozos," Robin interrupted, "as much as I'm sure I'd love to be included in whatever torture we are putting Steve through today, we have a whole stack of new shit to put out and I am not doing that by myself again!" as she spoke she wheeled over a cart full of new releases that needed to be priced and placed into their correct sections.

As much as no one in Home Video liked dealing with new releases, staring at the heap of tapes gave you an idea, "Hey Rob, you think you can keep up front running by yourself?"

"If you are even minutely implying that you and Steve are going to tackle these babies and leave me to run this peice-of-shit, cash-wrap, than I am absolutely capable Sir L/N," Robin bowed sarcastically as she concluded her strange response, but it meant your plan would go accordingly so you didnt take much time to ponder on it

"Thanks Buckley!" you planted a quick peck on her cheek that she quickly wiped off with her vest once you were out of sight, before tugging Steve away by his vest to the back to label tapes and unpack whatever was going on in that mess of a Harrington brain.

An agonizing 5 whole minutes passed in silence as the two of you quietly placed stickers on the tapes before placing them back on the cart and picking up a new one to repeat the process.

"Look, I don't want to force you to talk about this yknow? Especially cause yknow, I'm not the best with feelings and shit just cause I like dick but-"

Steve looked up from his tape, almost dropping it as the words left your mouth, "Waitwait, so you like guys?"

You looked at him inquisitively for a moment before going back to stickering tapes and speaking again, "Stevie, you are totally oblivious aren't you?" you chuckled to yourself.

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing really, I think I just kind of assume everyone knows by now I guess. But to answer your question yes, I like guys. To put it your way, 'babes and non-babes alike'," this time you let yourself have a full, good laugh.

Steve followed suit and seemed to chuckled as well, seemingly relieved that the tension of the conversation had been broken up a bit.

He spoke up as he placed his tape back in the cart and rose to his feet, "I think that's the last one to label Y/N, wanna go set these out?"

You stayed sitting, leaving an uncomfortable space and height difference between the two of you that neither of you were used to, "Can I just ask you one... tiny, little, uncomfy question first, Harrington?"

Steve's body tensed a bit but he tried to act nonchalant, "Sure, today seems to be that kinda day already so, why not?"

"You sure?"

He was getting uncomfortable in his own skin now, being given more time to think about the space between you and how much he wanted to be close to you, how much he yearned to fill the space, how much he struggled to pull himself back to reality, "Yea man, go for it."

"Did you really never know? I mean, that I like dudes?"

Steve was frustrated that this was the question that you built up so much. Maybe he should have known sooner, but was it really such a huge deal? He fought to collect himself and managed to give a calmer response, "I mean, No. I just never thought about it I guess, yknow? Does that bother you?"

"I just- um. Well..." you struggled to find your footing in the words you wanted to say, so you settled on just blurting it out, giving up all elegance and grace, "I had a huge crush on you," your eyes stayed glued to the floor, waiting for his reaction.

Steve felt his heart melt. The boy he had been hiding his feelings from this whole time had actually liked him? Unbelievable.

He found himself approaching you slowly, like a scared animal he had found in an alley, "Y/N?"

You felt your leg start anxiously bouncing out of your control, but you decided to look up at him anyway, "Yea, Steve?"

"I'm gonna ask you to do something and I just need you to trust me ok? Is that ok?" You could see the subtle shake in his hands, hear the tremble in his voice, he was anxious in a way you'd never seen before and you had no idea what to expect.

"Okay. I trust you," and with that, your eyelids met and you were left in darkness to wonder what in God's name was going on.

You felt a gently trembling hand meet your cheek and before you could even think about what it meant for Steve to be cupping you like this, you felt his lips gently meet your own.

The kiss was nothing like you had expected from former King of Hawkins High. It was soft and gentle, the slightly chapped pillows of his lips were sweet on your tongue. He cupped his hand on your cheek and snaked his other around your waist and held you like you were fragile, like he was scared he could break you if he wasn't careful. And just as suddenly as it had started, it was over. His lips parted from yours and his hand slithered away from your waist, but his other remained on your cheek.

"I um... I'm sorry, I hope that was ok," he stammered, "You can open your eyes now."

When your eyelids separated from each other you realized that Steve was barely a couple inches away from your face, and his warm hand was still on your cheek, "That was more than okay, Harrington," you leaned in to place a quick kiss on his lips, showing him that you still wanted him with your eyes open.

"Cool... good to know," he sighed, this time relieved as he brushed his thumb over your cheek before readjusting his perfect hair.

You chuckled to yourself as he turned back to the cart and moved to the Documentary section, "Hey, wait up!"

"Well I wasn't planning on doing this by myself," he chuckled as you speedily walked to catch up to him.

"Hey, Harrington?" you whispered, almost like you were playing spies.

"Hey, what?" he whispered back, playing along as he placed the movies in alphabetical order.

"So... maybe you're bi?" you whispered, following suit in placing movies where they belonged.

"Yea probably," he paused for a beat, "I definetly like you though," he shot you a cocky smirk as he concluded.

"Yea yea whatever," you rolled your eyes, placing more movies in their rightful homes, "How is it that King Steve always gets what he wants?" you asked sarcastically.

He played coy, snaking behind you to place a movie just above your head as he placed a kiss to your neck, "I'm told I'm rather persuasive."

Robin walked to the back in hopes of letting you know is was closing time but had instead found the scene in front of her, "Oh jesus guys, get a room! You know Keith has cameras in here right!! Good god, I don't even get paid for this!"

"Oh shush Rob, just be glad he actually admitted it," you giggled from under Steve's arm as the three of you walked to clock-out.

Steve stopped in his tracks, "She knew before I did?!"

"Stevie... baby... we all did," you chuckled.

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thisismeracing · 5 months

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the video of mick explaining german words has me ...

imagine you've been dating for a few months and you're preparing to meet micks family. you dont speak German and they all speak English but you still want to learn a bit. So mick starts teaching you and it’s just the cutest thing. He finds some of the grammar workbooks he used as a kid for you to learn from. You start to do the worksheets and then give them to mick to “grade.” He marks your correct answers with the little stickers that came with the book and he leaves lots of encouraging comments when you get a question wrong. He’s so patient explaining things to you and helping correct your mistakes. mostly, he’s just proud of how much you’ve learned in such a short time and he cant wait for you to meet his family and greet them in German.

🎩

that video had me weak in the knees!

ksjgsdkgj giggling and kicking my feet. I can see him encouraging you with little kisses, and selecting some days to only speak in German with you, at first it was chaotic, but then you managed to understand a bit until you just went around, whenever you got confused you would just ask for him to say it again and try to guess what it was about which would make you both laugh. overall very fluffy and funny, it wouldn't even be that hard learning with him :( <3

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capturethechaos · 1 year

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In collaboration with - @earthlysorrows

Masterlist

Josh Kiszka x Reader

Words - 2.9k

Warnings - 18+ONLY, explicit sexual content, NSFW, smut, oral (m!receiving)

a/n - the first Shake My Faith blurb!!! Took a hot sec to get this out oops, but it's here!

“Daddy you have room for just one more! Please!!” The small voice pleaded from below, looking upwards at her father with eyes of a doe.

“You said that for the last one.” He teased, fully prepared to accept one more paper sticker pressed against his skin. Anything for his little girl.

“But THIS one’s a sparkly unicorn!” She clasped the paper in her hands to hold it up to Josh “See, isn’t it pretty!”

“Okay you win. Go on, but this is the last one and then you go to bed.” He laughed. “Before your mother comes in here and gets us in trouble.”

Her high pitched giggling drew the corners of Josh’s lips upwards as her little fingers tried desperately to pull the sticker away from the backing.

When she finally got it off, she perfectly placed it within the small spattering of stickers littering his stomach. “Perfect!”

Celeste looked up at Josh as if he had hung the moon and stars, breaking her stare only when she heard you walk into the living room. “Mommy look, I made daddy pretty!”

Your eyes flickered to your husband, lounging against the back of the couch, his tee shirt lifted to expose the sun kissed skin of his navel, littered with sparkly stickers.

He did look pretty.

“He looks beautiful, sweetheart. Now, let’s get you to bed.” You made your way over to her, extending your hand for her to take. She offered no verbal response to your request, simply choosing to give you the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. “I know, hun, but we’re going to the water park with uncle Jake and auntie Stevie tomorrow, so you’ve got to rest so that you’ll have all the energy to play all day.”

You seemed to have convinced her, and she eagerly took your hand, jumping off the couch and pulling on your arm to drag you toward her bedroom. You looked back, noticing Josh seemingly about to stand from the couch, and you stopped. “You, don’t move, I’ll be back in a few minutes.”

You could see the beginnings of a wicked grin growing on his lips as you turned back to follow your daughter. It was a short journey to her room, and the second the door was open she ran to her bed, jumping onto the mattress as you walked to her dresser to pick out a fresh pair of pajamas for her.

“Come on, Cece, let’s get you changed then we have to brush your teeth.” You walked over to her with the pajamas, and she looked up at you, a beaming grin causing her little dimples to show as she reached for the clothing.

You simply leaned against her door frame, waiting for her to change, something she had recently insisted on doing herself, and you weren’t about to argue with her about it. So you watched as she fumbled with the cuffed end of her pant leg, huffing to herself and leaving her foot tucked within the fabric as she pulled the sleep shirt on.

She was ultimately defeated by the pajamas when she got the shirt turned around as she tried to pull it on, ending up with a backwards shirt and pants that pulled her down as she tried to take a step. She looked up at you, a spitting image of your husband as she plopped down on her mattress and let out a dramatic sigh. “Mommy, help please.”

You pushed yourself off of the door, making your way over to her and kneeling in front of her. “You’ve got to be careful, love. You almost fell.”

You straightened out her shirt, helping her to pull her little arms through the correct holes. She was looking up at you when you finished readjusting her shirt as if you somehow had the answer to any question in the universe. “Sorry.”

Though her voice was hushed, you heard her just fine, and you gently helped her pull her foot through the cuff of her pant leg. “No need to apologize, my sweet girl. Everyone puts their shirts on backwards sometimes.”

“Even you and daddy?”

You smiled, standing up and helping her to safely step off of her bed. “Yes, even me and daddy.”

The biggest huff of relief fell from the smallest body in the room. As if realizing that it was okay if she wasn’t as perfect as her parents seemed to be.

The two of you made your way to the bathroom, and you watched as she proudly brushed her teeth as you sang a song to her. She made sure to flash her pearly white teeth to you once she was done, earning a thumbs up from you before she ran back to her bedroom.

You followed close behind, watching her as she threw herself onto her bed and pushed the covers down enough for her to settle onto the mattress. “Do you and daddy mess up a lot?”

“Everyone messes up, it’s a part of life. It’s how you handle those mess ups that matter.” You leaned down to kiss her cheek as you pulled her fluffy purple comforter up right under her chin.

“I love you Cece-bug. Forever and always.”

“I love you too, mommy.” You leaned forward to click on the small little nightlight sitting upon her bedside table. Little stars illuminated her ceiling, showing where the constellations currently rested within the real sky at this very hour. She would always watch them so intently to put herself to sleep. But tonight, tonight she was neary snoring by the time the stars clicked to life.

With feet as light as feathers you tiptoed away from her room, being cautious to not let the hardwood flooring creak below you.

Josh was already staring through the archway as you made your way back toward the living room, a smile growing in his face as he observed the relaxed expression on your face. “Everyone tucked in bed?”

You nodded as you melted onto the couch, more so onto your husband really. “She was out like a light the second her head hit the pillow.”

He had removed his shirt in the time you were gone, allowing you to feel the heat of his skin beneath your cheek as you rested your head on his chest. “How was Cal tonight, still fussy?”

His fingers found their way to your scalp, gently brushing through the tangles in your hair, earning a hum of approval from you. “He wasn’t too bad, I think he was just overtired from playing with Cece outside today.”

One of his hands swept along your jaw, stopping once his fingers were beneath your chin to lift your gaze to him. “Well, my love. What would you like to do now that they’re asleep? We could take a nice bath, or watch a movie, or we could just go to sleep if that’s what you’d like.”

You smiled, feeling his hand slip out from under your chin, and turned to press a kiss to his open palm before letting your lips meet the smooth skin of his chest. Your hand traced along the delicate curves of his torso, and he watched with a confused look as you glanced up at him when your fingers caught the edge of a sticker. You peeled it from his skin and lifted it so that you both could see it. “She really had the time of her life with these didn’t she?”

Josh chuckled, the rumble of his chest vibrating through you as he took the sticker from between your fingers and placed it on the small table bedside the couch. “She seemed to enjoy herself.”

You giggled at his statement, your lips finding their way back to his skin as his fingers began to trace along your scalp again. He watched, with a small but wicked grin, as you leisurely kissed your way down his body. When your lips met the edge of a sticker, your eyes flickered up to meet his, your free hand slowly peeling it from the space above his belly button before the space was taken up once again, this time by your lips.

“Now it seems like you’re enjoying yourself…” His breathy words flowed out smoothly, his eyes locked upon your actions. Josh adjusted on the couch, lowering his hips to allow easier access for sticker removal.

“Maybe a little.” Your sultry words flowed right above a small rainbow sticker to the side of his belly button. You nipped at the skin, finishing the love bite off by gently peeling the paper by your teeth.

You felt his breath hitch as you pulled away, eyes locked onto the back of your head as he silently begged for more. With the removal of each sticker, a gentle kiss was left in its place. The closer you got to the waistband of his shorts, the heavier his breathing got, and as your hand brushed the length of his covered cock, a whimper floated from between his lips into the tranquil evening air.

There was no hesitation from him in assisting you as you peeled the remaining two layers of clothing from his body, leaving him lying bare beneath you, eyes locked on your every movement as you leaned forward to press a kiss in the soft divots of his hips, both hands gripping the firm muscle of his thighs.

“You know Josh…” You began, mesmerized by the sight before you as if it were your first time with him. Your hands rubbed up and down his thigh so slowly it had Josh sinking his teeth into his bottom lip. “There are only a few things I praise in this world,” you kissed his hip “but your cock is my favorite.”

The delicate whimper from above gave you all the confidence you needed to move those kisses from his hips to his throbbing shaft. The vein pulsed beneath your tongue as you traced a small line up to the tip.

“Is that so, angel?” The words came out in the softest of purrs. As you raised your gaze to nod directly at him you were awestruck by his expression. His lower jaw was hung limp as he slowly breathed out of his mouth. Chest heaving with anticipation. His eyes staring directly through you like a predator watching its prey’s every move, seconds from pouncing. “Go on then. Prove it.”

He didn’t need to instruct you any further, as your lips wrapped around the perfectly formed head of his cock. You let every single inch of him glide along your tongue with relative ease, and were rewarded with a long, drawn out and raspy 'fuuck' from above you.

The warmth of Josh’s hands wrapped around to find a place on the back of your head. His fingers curled into your hair to gently grab hold of a few sections of your locks. “Just like that, baby.” He managed to praise under his breath.

Your mouth slowed around him as you let your tongue teasingly trace every vein you could find. Growing impatient, that grip upon the back of your head pushed you down as his hips bucked upwards.

He realized quickly what he had done, releasing his hand from your head as you pulled yourself off of his cock. You lifted your gaze to his face, finding a look of worry painted on his features. The expression melted away quickly when he saw the relaxed smirk on your lips. “Patience, Joshua.”

You loved it. The way the simple words that flowed from your mouth brought forth a sense of submission from him. To be honest his impatience and eagerness was something that always excited you. The want to feel wanted.

So as he sat there, controlling the urge to thrust his hips, you looked up to revel in the beauty his parted lips held. Appreciate the haze in his lust filled eyes. To think your husband, the father of your children, could be reduced down to such a puddle just because you had your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His whimpers and groans kept you in your steady, unwavering pace and it wasn’t long before the twitch of his cock told you exactly how far Josh was from release.

You quickly switched from your mouth to just your hand, earning a curiously disappointed frown from the man above you. “Stand.”

At your demand he did exactly as you said, standing before you to look down at you kneeling for him. Your mouth reconnected with him, continuing exactly where you had left off.

When you could feel the pulsating against your tongue you opened your mouth wide, tongue extended outwards. Your eyes were locked on his, and the sight alone brought a bead of sweat running down his temple.

“Fuck, angel, wanna watch that pretty tongue get covered with my cum.” He grunted, so close to the edge as your hand took over where your mouth left off.

You watched his eyes roll back, fluttering closed as you squeezed just the slightest bit tighter over the tip, and your lips turned up in a mischievous smirk. You leaned forward, pressing a kiss to the delicate skin at the base, keeping your eyes locked on his face as you spoke. “Hard to watch with your eyes closed, baby.”

His eyes peeled open, fighting against his lust heavy eyelids to watch as you slowly ran your tongue along the length of his cock. He lasted a few more strokes before his orgasm had him lifting both of his hands to cover his face, a desperate attempt to remain quiet.

You couldn’t blame him for needing to close his eyes once he had finally released all he had to give onto your tongue, nor could you blame him for falling back onto the couch. You simply remained kneeling in front of him, watching as he slowly regulated his breathing. Eventually his eyes opened once again, a drowsy grin playing on his lips as his eyes finally locked onto you. “Always so good to me, angel.”

He leaned forward, placing two fingers beneath your chin to keep your eyes locked on his as he swiped his thumb from the corner of your mouth, across your bottom lip. “Seems like you missed a bit, babe.”

Your lips turned to a smirk and you parted them just enough for his thumb to slide between them. Your tongue pressed against the pad of his thumb, cleaning the cum from it before releasing it with a soft ‘pop’.

Once the two of you were finally able to break the intense stare you had found yourself locked in, Josh helped you stand from the floor, and promptly accepted your help when you offered a hand to get off the couch. There were no words necessary as the two of you made your way upstairs, you both made a b-line for the bathroom, and while you were warming up the water, he pulled towels from the closet for the both of you.

It was a brief shower, just long enough for each of you to clean yourselves. Josh left you in the bathroom to do your skincare routine, knowing how much you appreciated the moment to yourself at the end of the day. When you finally reentered your bedroom, he was strewn out over the sheets, his eyes closed and his hand over his chest as it slowly rose and fell.

You stopped walking when your thighs gently pressed into the plush mattress, staring at the wall ahead of you as you separated your hair into sections, slowly weaving them around each other in a simple braid. You were so lost in the action that you didn’t notice Josh opening his eyes and seeing you, or how he crawled across the bed to get to you, what drew your attention was the soft pressure of his hands as they trailed up your sides. You watched with a raised brow as he tugged at the towel that you had wrapped around you, continuing to braid as he leaned forward to press a kiss to the center of your chest. “Whatcha doing, babe?”

He hummed against your skin as he began littering kisses across the tops of each of your breasts. “What does it look like I’m doing?”

A small giggle escaped you as you wrapped a hair tie around the end of your braid. When your hands were finally free, they found purchase in the soft curls that covered Josh’s head, pulling him away from your chest and tilting it up to look at you. “How are you still in the mood?”

He leaned into your grasp, turning just enough to press a soft kiss to your wrist before looking up at you. “If it means I am giving or receiving pleasure from you, baby, I’m always in the mood.”

“I gave you a blowjob like half an hour ago.”

He smiled, lifting his hands to your own and gently coaxing them from his hair as he lifted himself to be level with you as he leaned forward, pressing his lips to your own. “And now it’s my turn to make you feel good, angel.”

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randomshyperson · 2 years

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Mystery Club - Deleted Scenes

Quick Chat with Steve and Peggy Between the firsts chapters

"Have you visited Wanda, dear?"

His question makes you tense right away. Peggy, beside him, gives him a gentle elbow, muttering to him not to be so direct, but you force a smile.

"Not yet."

Steve sighs. "Honey, don't you think putting things off is going to make it harder?" He says, and it's your turn to sigh, looking away. "You two used to be so close, I don't understand what the problem is..."

"Dad, I have to go, okay?" You interrupt him. "I'll talk to you later."

As soon as the tablet is turned off, you grunt unhappy, twisting your body to bury your face in the pillows.

You have been in Westview for two whole weeks now, and it's ridiculous how every day, without exception, Wanda hasn't left your thoughts.

Queer Support Group - Not specified chapter

The place was more crowded than you expected when you showed up, and Yelena gave you an encouraging smile when she noticed your anxiety.

"Relax, everyone is surprisingly nice by Westview standards." She commented, leading the way to one of the tables.

It was one of the rehearsal rooms for the theater staff, but it was with several tables of food and flyers, and soft couches. On the stage were colorful LGBT+ flags, and you saw a half dozen brooches.

As soon as you and Yelena reached the table at the entrance, you recognized Darcy Lewis.

"Hey, Stark, good to see you here." She greeted you kindly, and you smiled half-heartedly. "Hey Yelena, long time no show."

The blonde shrugged. "I'm a very popular person." She jokes, getting a laugh from the other. "Is Professor Banner here already? I need to ask him about homework."

"He's backstage." Answers the one with glasses.

"Good. Take care of my friend's reception, please, Lewis?" Yelena asks, and as soon as Darcy nods, the blonde offers you a gentle squeeze on the shoulders and walks out to the back of the place.

Darcy stops propping her elbows on the table, and you notice the clipboard with the form she was hiding.

"You need to fill out the application for the club, Stark." Darcy announces, and you hesitate.

"Actually, I was just going to watch... I'm kind of out of time for new clubs. Is that a problem?"

"Of course not!" Darcy assures gently, pushing the sign-up sheet to another pad. "You still need your visitor's badge, though. Here. Put in your name and pronouns."

You blink in surprise at the colorful sticker she hands you along with a pen. You put your name on, and after the female pronouns are written, you hesitate.

"Um... is it okay if I correct it?" You ask clumsily. Darcy smiles kindly, taking another clean sticker from the pad and handing it to you.

"No problem, you can fix it as many times as you like, darling. Even on other visits." She informs you. You smile shyly and as soon as you finish writing, then you put the sticker on your blouse. "Sit wherever you like, today's topic is Gender Identity. Professor Sexton will be giving the lecture, and everyone is welcome to attend if they like."

You nod in farewell before going to look around for a place to sit.

Xu Xialing x Wanda Scene

A knock draws Wanda's attention away from your belongings. She finds it strange that you knock on your own door, rolling her eyes when she realizes that it is obviously a visitor.

It's a girl she doesn't know at the door, and Wanda instinctively adjusts her posture for the other girl's disappointed expression at finding her and not you.

"Can I help you?" Wanda inquires. The girl adjusts the weight of her feet, forcing a smile.

"Excuse me, is Y/N in? I wanted to ask her something."

"No, she's in class." Wanda retorts with narrowed eyes, noticing the girl hesitate about the clothes she's wearing - or the lack of pants. "Whatever you want ask her, I can pass on the message."

The girl clears her throat. "I was just going to invite her for a drink, but I think-"

"You were going to ask my girlfriend out? That's awkward." Wanda cuts meanly with a fake giggle. There are no official labels, but if this girl thinks she can show up and steal you away from her, she has something coming- "What's your name again?"

"I didn't know she had a girlfriend." The girl retorts ignoring Wanda's question. "Sorry, I'll-"

"I think you better." Wanda cuts in with a fake smile, waving her off into the hallway. The girl sighs in defeat, and turns away, leaving without saying anything more.

Wanda slams the door.

Wanda Piercings

You have a pile of homework piled up on the desk in front of you, and a weary sigh escapes your lips as the words begin to crumple in front of you.

Wanda, from her bed, notices immediately.

"Come here, sweetheart." She asks gently, but you don't take your eyes off the lesson.

"I have to finish this, Wands." You murmur to her, even though you have no idea what you are studying anymore.

"Take a break." She insists, putting away the cell phone where she was playing while you were studying. "Lie down here with me."

"But, Wands..."

"Now."

You sigh in defeat, dropping your pen and pencil and crawling back into bed. Wanda opens her arms and you lie in her lap, your head on her stomach. Her hands go directly to your hair, and you sigh in satisfaction.

"That's good." You murmur with your eyes closed, and she smiles warmly.

"I know, I'm really good with my hands." She jokes, getting a soft chuckle from you. Adjusting on the bed to be closer, you move up a little, and are surprised by the hardness you feel in your cheek. Opening your eyes, you move your head away to find the small elevation at the height of Wanda's boobs, who watches you with curiosity. "What's wrong, babe?"

Instead of answering, you move one of your hands into her blouse, ignoring the way her breath hitches gently to grope her breasts or rather the tip of them.

"Shit, Wands." You gasp affectedly, feeling the piercings. She gives an affected chuckle, following your desperation to pull her blouse out for a good look. Once you have it at face height, her full breasts with the two metal piercings on each hard nipple, you practically melt into the mattress. "Fuck me." You grunt, getting a soft moan as you move forward and your mouth closes over one of them.

"Baby, I thought you were tired..." Wanda tries, not resisting one bit when you gently push her back onto the mattress, your tongue playing with her piercing as your fingers play with the other, "Oh, that feels good." She gasps at the teasing, choking when you press one leg between theirs.

"Me? I don't know what you're talking about. I feel wide awake." You tease, offering a mischievous little smile that makes her giggle breathlessly. Your gaze returns to her breasts and the piercings, admiring them. "God, Wanda, that's so fucking sexy. How could you hide it for so long?"

She giggles shyly, one hand going up to her hair. "They're not very comfortable for you to sleep on."

"Don't mind me, wear these all the time." You retort, your eyes sparkling, getting a giggle in return. Wanda gives up talking when your mouth closes over them again.

Lorna Dane Scene - During the last Chapter

Y/N leaves the Mexican food line and meets Lorna outside the restaurant, smoking an almost-finished cigarette. As soon as they see each other, the older one offers a half-hearted smile, and the smaller one has half a second to react before the other turns around.

"Can I talk to you for a second?"

Y/N smiles again, switching the hand holding the food as she approaches. "Of course. You're Lorna Dane, right? Wanda's sister. We haven't been introduced yet, I'm Y/N Stark."

The brunette smiles slightly, and Y/N is impressed at the mild physical similarities between Erik, the twins, and her. "I know." She comments gently, putting out her cigarette to shake the other's hand. "I work here all week. I see her drive the truck with you in the passenger seat all the time, and this town is full of gossip."

Y/N nods in understanding, shifting the weight of her feet, ready to say goodbye. But Lorna clears her throat. "I hear you two are leaving." Declares the younger woman, which surprises Y/N, who stares at her. Lorna clarifies, "Erik mentioned."

"Oh, right." Y/N mutters. "Yes, we will, at the end of the school year. Wanda wants to go back to Sokovia, and reconnect with her mother's family and all that. And no offense, this town sucks."

Lorna giggles in agreement, and Y/N smiles before looking at her watch. "Look, I gotta go, see you around?"

"Wait." Lorna asks before Y/N leaves the restaurant area. She pulls out of her uniform pocket a pen and her order-taking notebook and writes something on a piece of paper that she then cuts out. Y/N takes the paper when it is handed to her. "I know she probably hates me, but I... Just, hand it to her? It would be nice if, I don't know, we at least got to know each other. If only to talk about what an asshole Erik is."

Y/N puts the paper away in her pocket and smiles at Lorna. "She doesn't hate you, Lorna, I assure you. It's just a tough situation. As you said, Erik is a prick, and after all that's happened, Wanda isn't ready to have another sibling." Y/N says sincerely, and when Lorna nods in understanding, half disappointed, the older one steps forward and places a hand on the smaller one's shoulder. "It doesn't mean she'll never be ready. I'll give her the number, and we'll leave Westview in the summer. And maybe, in a few months, or years, we'll come back here and you two can have coffee. Create a bond that won't be tainted by the drama of your parents."

Lorna smiles, nodding. "Thank you."

"Don't mention it."

#Mystery Club

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devilishlycute · 1 year

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Hear me out, fem reader giving Hayate a reassurance smooch

A little reverse comfort huh? Love it and love everything about it! 💕🥰

"Y/n... Please don't laugh at me..."

Boyfriend!Hayate Ichikura x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: You and Hayate have been together for nearly a whole month! So your relationship is still very much new, so you soon come to realize that your boyfriend can be.. A little shy when it comes to his self image. Let's go pay him a surprise visit!

Typing away on my laptop, indenting, paraphrasing, reading over what I just typed. Just a typical night for a college student. Feeling my eyes strain from the laptop's glare, I decide that now would be a great time to take a good five-to-ten minute break for a mental cool down. My stomach suddenly rumbled, "Yeah... Me too buddy." I pat my stomach while standing from my chair, getting ready to leave my room.

A familiar ringtone blares from my phone, "A text? From who??" Unlocking the screen I see that it was Hayate! The cute little blue bear icon I have for him, pops up again.

"Hey."

"Umm.."

"Do you have time to talk??"

"I just.."

"..."

"If you're busy I can text you later."

He sends a sticker of the blue bear in a dogeza pose.

"Oh.. Geez! At least give me time to answer you goof!" I whine as I pull up my keyboard quickly typing back a response.

I sent a sticker of a f/c bear shaking their head.

"No!"

"I'm not busy! I was just about to take a break anyway ^^"

"What's wrong Hayate? Are you olay?"

I smacked my lips and huff in irritation, correcting my text.

"* Okay?"

The loading bubbles appeared, then disappeared, then reappear again. Making me giggle under my breath. "He's overthinking again.." I say softly, as I imagined Hayate's cute face all scrunched up trying to type-

"Is it okay to call you?"

The message he sent pops up, causing my heart to ache. "It must have been something serious.." Grabbing a jacket, gathering my keys, wallet and mini backpack (as well as a means to defend yourself). "I'll talk to him on my way to the convenient store.."

I expertly typed with one hand as I locked my door and head out.

"Sure! Voice or Video?"

"... Voice please."

Soon my screen goes black, then lights up showing the picture of Hayate looking absolutely smitten at the dog park you happened to pass while on one of your past dates. Sliding to answer, I moved my phone towards my ear.

"Hayate, is everything okay?"

I hear nothing from his side, for one solid minute.

"Haya-"

"Is it true that women's clothes have tops without straps to hold them?"

...

I hold back a choked laugh, I could just see Hayate squirm.

"P-Please don't laugh.. I'm seriously asking. I think... I think I embarrassed myself in front of people." His voice wavers at the end, making my heart squeeze.

"I understand. And to answer the question: Yes. Some people like that style, they feel comfortable and confident. But I would say you didn't embarrassed yourself, you just didn't know. No harm, no foul." I reassure him.

Walking into the store, I collect my favorites. Making sure to talk in a volume where it doesn't disturb anyone. "It was really embarrassing.. I thought I was being courteous, I asked if she knew that her shirt was in danger of slipping of her shoulder. But my friend just told me that it was supposed to be like that- I thought I was gonna die on the spot."

Softly giggling, I notice one of the fridges had Hayate's favorite ice cream. Grabbing it, I went to the counter to pay for my items.

"Not only that, I made a wrong move at the Izakaya I work at and got scolded." The worker bagged my items and wished me a "Good night.", I place the items in my mini-backpack, and hoist it back over me. I asked Hayate to elaborate what happened, and he explained that he tried to be more "chummy" and "refreshing" and the manager immediately chewed him out.

Feeling laughter begin to bubble, I cover my mouth. "I-I see.." I stop at the crosswalk, waiting for the lights to change. "But you shouldn't try so hard to be someone different, you're perfect as you are." The light changes signaling me to cross, I make sure I'm heading to Hayate's by looking at the street names.

The street looking more and more familiar with each passing block. "I'm thinking about quiting the Izakaya job and trying to find somewhere a little closer." I hummed and saw Hayate's apartment complex, "If it's what you want to do Hayate, I'm there for you." Walking up towards the door, you typed in Hayate's code,

"Hmm? Hey, I'll be back. Someone's at my door."

"Yeah, it's me! I have snacks!!"

...

"HUH?!" Hayate shouts over the phone, the red light soon flashes green and the sound of the lock unlocking let's me know it's okay to walk in.

"H-How did you get here so fast?! Did you seriously walk over here at night?!" He asks, his worried voice amplified from the phone. As I walked upstairs and down the hall, " Yup! I got here while talking with you. You know how I said I was about to take a break? I was gonna go on a late dinner-slash-snack run before you texted me. Hurry up and let me in you goof, I got your favorite ice cream and another surprise for you."

I hear some muffled footsteps and shuffling inside, "B-But it's messy inside." His voice whispers through, causing me to pout. "Then I guess you get no ice cream and no surprise!"

He goes quiet, the drops the call. The door unlocks and Hayate opens the door a smidge, "W-Welcome.. Come in." He moves to open the door, his minimalist apartment wasn't as messy as he made it out to be. Just a couple of JUMPs scattered about, but that's it, pulling out the bag I hand it over to Hayate. "It's mostly my favorites, but I made sure to get the ice cream and chips you like." I set my mini-backpack on the hook attached to his door, I turn around to see that he's setting the bag down on his coffee table.

Hayate opens his ice cream and eats it with the wooden paddle it comes with, sitting down across from him. Watching him, more specifically his lips.

"I did say I had a "surprise".. It's appropriate to start kissing right?? We've hugged, h-held hands... Even walked to University together! It's been a half a month... Surely he wouldn't mind.." I debate with myself, not noticing the Hayate's turning red. He moved the spoon away from his lips, "Did you want some- mmp!" I leaned over the table and gave his lips a soft peck, my cheeks resonate heat.

Pouring my feelings for Hayate in that one single peck, I pull away and give him a bashful smile. "That's the surprise, a little pick me up for the nerve-racking day you had.. Sorry that happened to you, Hayate." I watched as his face exploded in red, he covers his mouth and turns away.. "Not.. Fair... I wanted to be the one to.. Ki-ki-ki..." He mumbles.

I let out a cheeky laugh and go to open my bag of chips, "Sorry for making the move first Haya'~" His blush worsens, "..You can stay as long as y-you want.. Just let me walk you home though. It's dangerous to walk alone at night." I felt my heart race and my smile widened, popping a chip in my mouth. "You got yourself a deal! Be prepared Hayate- I love cuddles."

" "Cu-Cuddles"?!" I laughed out loud, placing my clean palm under my chin. Staring lovingly at my shy boyfriend resume eating his ice cream

" Hayate Ichikura, the easily embarrassed and highly introspective.. How cute." I mentally coo. You can't help but plan more kisses for him in the future.

A/n: Whoop! Whoop!! Another fluffy drabble down, Hayate's very adorbs and deserves reassuring vibes and comfort every time he feels embarrassed!

#cool doji danshi #hayate ichikura #hayate cool doji danshi #ichikura cool doji danshi #hayate ichikura x f!reader #x f!reader #play it cool guys

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crmsnmth · 15 days

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September Sky Chapter Six, Part 7

"I'll just have a Pabst. Amber, right?" Addison asked. And then she looked at Justin, "And you are Justin?" Justin nodded and Amber came back.

"Yep. And your Addison," Amber said, her ever present smile still showing off.

"Or you can call her Nugget and him Skeletor," I said, smirking.

"Do you give everyone a nickname?" Addison asked, taking a sip of the beer in front of her.

"Only the people I like."

"I was under the impression you don't like anyone."

"There's always exceptions to the rule," I said, smirking softly.

"So explain them," Addison laughed.

I pointed at Justin, "I think Skeletor is pretty self-explanatory." Justin just shrugged. He knew who he was, dammit.

"And Nugget is because she has one of those PETA stickers on the back of her car. You know the one I'm talking about. The baby chick holding a sign that says 'I am not a nugget!'" I said.

"Oh, Are you member of PETA?" Addison looked at Amber.

"Nope. I just think most animals need to be treated better and protected," Amber said.

"Agreed. 100%." Addison said with a smile.

"How'd you two meet. It's gotta be interesting if it involves Chris," Justin asked. I chuckled to myself.

"He ran me over." Addison said, her own tiny laughs being hidden behind her smile.

"Like with a car?!" Justin exclaimed loudly. And although I tried to hold it in, it was a vain attempt, and I was full on laughing. My eyes watered as I gasped slightly for air. Justin stared at me for a few seconds but soon enough he was laughing too. At least he was self-aware.

"No, I was trying to catch a bus and I ran right into her,"I said, wiping tears from my eyes.

"And then he actually asked me out," Addison said, finishing the thought.

"Wait, Chris asked you out?" Amber said, not even bothering to hide her disbelief. Even Justin's eyes were wide. I really couldn't blame them.

"Yeah, for coffee."

"No fucking way," Justin said in shock.

"Seriously, that's what happened," I said, still laughing every so often.

"There's no way. That can't be what really happened," Justin's look of shock said it all. I couldn't help but smile with a strange sense of pride. Like a kid who gets his picture on the fridge.

"It's the truth." Addison added.

"Our Chris? This guy right here?" Amber chirped in finally. Addison nodded at her.

"Why is this so hard for you guys to believe?" I said. I knew the answer. This was completely out of character for me.

"You must be something special," Amber spit out after a few silent seconds. Addison only smiled and shrugged, and I tried to show no emotion. I was betrayed by the grin on my face, and the light in my eyes.

"Damn. Our antisocial Chris is growing up," Justin said in a condescending tone. He finished off his drink and sat the glass down.

"Hey, fuck you." I said as Amber grabbed it and went to make another one. She sat the glass in front of him, and practically fucked him with her eyes, and he noticed nothing. I wanted to yell at her to just fucking tell him and stop with this middle school stupidity. But then again, what did I really know?

"Did you want to leave or stay for another?" I asked Addison.

"One more. It's kind of nice to see how you interact with your friends."

"Co-workers," I blindly corrected.

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krystalfics99 · 1 month

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INDIFERENCE

𝐶𝐻𝐴𝑃𝑇𝐸𝑅 1

Summary: The well known billionaire Playboy Tony Stark has an affair with the wrong woman and now Has to attend the consequences of her vengeance

Paring: Tony Stark x Daughter OFC

Warning: child neglect and mature language

Age Rating: 16+

A/N: ◆◇◇

Hello, I hope you like it, it is my first time writing and english is not my first language so forgive the spelling horrors and inconsistencies, I will try to be aware and correct them. Tony Stark isint a good parent in this fic and the protagonista is my OFC.

Ps. Let me know if you guys like it.

HAPPY REDING

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* *:･ﾟ✧*:✧✧･ﾟ

1996

The sun was shining through the hospital window. It was the first sunny day since two weeks of rain and the sun was shining beatifuly. It was shining so brightly that it made her eyes burn. She turned het head to take a look at her newborn daughter. She let out a tired sigh from as she watched her baby with little interest. Seconds later he turned her head towards the window.

- Good morning miss Frost - said the nurse which attitude equal the bright sun outside. Emma looked at her and gave her a small smile without showing her teeth

- I just came to do a check up on the baby- She assured while getting close to the baby but she was surprised when she saw the name sticker empty

- Mrs frost have you thought of a name?- The nurse said while glancing at the new mother with a frown on her face.

- No.- Emma answered coldly but then noticing how the nurse's expression had changed completely. She didn't need it to use her powers to know what the nurse was thinking.

-Listen um?...-

-Parker ... nurse Parker-

- Nurse Parker I haven't decided what name to give her i a very hard decision- answered Emma caming nurse Parkers worried

- Well your doubt is normal I still remember how hard I was to name Peter- nurse Parker answered with a nostalgic smile on her face.

- Your son? -

- No Peter is my nephew he is months older than this little one -

- Seeing that you have more experience than I do with this whole thing ¿do you have any suggestions? -

- Of course let me think - the nurse said staring fondly at the baby girl who smiled at her and then the nurse smiled back.

- You know this is one of the most special babies I ve to help deliver, we've been having intense rain for two weeks which means many accidents which leads to an excessive work load with not enough staff in the hospital when you arrived I had already pulled a 20 hour shift I was on my way out but there was no one else on call last night So I had to stay and help. The moment she was born the thunder and rain stopped being heard there was a moment of calm in the OR. Then I walked outside and I could barely recognize my surroundings the sun was shining there was no sign of rain- She said approaching the baby's crib and taking her in her arms, The baby girl was starting to get fuzzy so nurse Parker rocked her in her arms.

- That's why I think that the name Aurora would be perfect- Nurse Parker said looking up at Emma while still cradling the baby in her arms.

- What does Aurora mean?-

- It means Danw its also the name of the northpole lights-

For a moment a his heart had the impulse to leave her daughter under the care of nurse Parker but then looking at her daughter's face she saw the factions that resembled her father and her heart filled with hate and bitterness then she decided to continue her initial plan and her lipsformed a mischievous Smile by thinking how the so called father of his daughter was going to react by seeing the surprise she was going to leave him.

- were is the doctor In charge? of my case I want to know when do I get out of here-

-Mrs. Frost has just given birth, be here for at least two more days for...- she was interrupted by an Emma Frost using her powers.

𝐋𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐨𝐜𝐭𝐨𝐫 𝐈𝐧 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐧𝐨𝐰.

The hypnotized nurse went straight to look for the doctor.

Minutes later the doctor arrived.

-Mrs. Frost wanted to see me - the doctor said with an irritated tone.

-Yeah. -Emma responded.

𝐘𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐨𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨 𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐠𝐞 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐧𝐞𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐩𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐜𝐨𝐥.

Emma ordered, already dressed with the girl in her arms, heading to the door.

𝐌𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐧𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤𝐞𝐫 𝐚 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐠e𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐨𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞.

Emma headed out with the girl, got a taxi to take her to her apartment. When he entered, he left the baby on the table and walked to his room where he looked for a basket and placed a pillow inside. He went out of his room to the table and put the baby in the basket.

-Well, it was a new pillow- he said with a tone of disgust while the baby babbled with a smile.

With the basket in his arms he headed outside after several attempts he managed to get a taxi.

- Can you take me to Stark industries? - Emma said and the taxi driver looked at her in disbelief.

- Is that a baby? - He asked genuinely concerned.

-I asked you a question sir-

-It's a baby. Do you know you have in the basket is a baby? - Said the upset taxi driver.

𝐃𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐢𝐧𝐝𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬

And with that the taxi driver starts immediately. The trip was peaceful until the baby started crying.

"Of course , just what I was missing," he said in an irritated tone.

𝐁𝐞 𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐞𝐭

The girl was silent instantly, but her face showed discomfort. Emma noticed it but just rolled her eyes and started writing the letter.

After a while they arrived at their destination and Emma got out of the car with the basket, but not before covering the baby. He entered easily thanks to his powers. He began to walk through the hallways of the company until he found the office he was looking for, as usual his bouncer was outside the door and he ran into someone who worked there who seemed to be a secretary.

𝐓𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐦𝐫. 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐫𝐞 𝐡𝐞 𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐞𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐝𝐫𝐨𝐩 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐤𝐞𝐭.

And with that the secretary went straight to Starks office.

"Hello Happy, I bring a special delivery for Mr. Stark," said the secretary in a friendly tone.

"Hello Vicky, Tony isn't here right now, but come in and leave it on the desk," Happy said in the same tone.

Vicky left the basket on the desk and left the office.

-See you Happy-

-Goodbye Vicky-

After a while, Tony and Pepper arrived, greeted Happy, and the three entered the office and immediately saw the basket, especially Tony.

-Norman probaly sent me a gift so that I would leave him alone, but that is not to happen...- He was interrupted by the cry of a baby, the three people in the office were stunned.

Pepper approached the basket and uncovered the basket and saw the baby and the letter and read what the envelope said, which said Tony.

-Tony, what did you do?- Pepper said to Tony, surprised.

-I dont have anything to do with that- said the brunette, abruptly taking the letter, opening it, and beginning to read it.

𝓞𝓬𝓽𝓸𝓫𝓮𝓻 9, 1996

𝓓𝓮𝓪𝓻 𝓣𝓸𝓷𝔂:

𝓘𝓷 𝓬𝓪𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓡𝓮𝓶𝓮𝓶𝓫𝓮𝓻 𝓜𝓮 𝓲𝓽'𝓼 𝓶𝓮 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓪 𝓯𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓽. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓬𝓪𝓷 𝓼𝓮𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓮𝓬𝓲𝓭𝓮𝓭 𝓽𝓸 𝓴𝓮𝓮𝓹 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝔀𝓮𝓵𝓵 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓫𝔂 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝓘 𝓭𝓸𝓷'𝓽 𝓹𝓵𝓪𝓷 𝓸𝓷 𝓻𝓪𝓬𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽 𝓽𝓱𝓲𝓷𝓰.𝓦𝓱𝓲𝓬𝓱 𝓫𝔂 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝔀𝓪𝔂 𝓱𝓮𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮 𝓲𝓼 𝓐𝓾𝓻𝓸𝓻𝓪 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓼𝓱𝓮 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮𝓼 𝓽𝓸 𝓬𝓻𝔂. 𝓐𝓷𝓭 𝓪𝓼 𝓪 𝔀𝓲𝓼𝓮 𝓶𝓪𝓷 𝓽𝓸𝓵𝓭 𝓶𝓮(𝔂𝓸𝓾) 𝓰𝓸𝓸𝓭 𝓵𝓾𝓬𝓴 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓽.𝓓𝓸 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓽𝓻𝔂 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓸𝓸𝓴 𝓯𝓸𝓻 𝓶𝓮 𝓫𝓮𝓬𝓪𝓾𝓼𝓮 𝔂𝓸𝓾'𝓻𝓮 𝓷𝓸𝓽 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓭 𝓶𝓮.

𝓟𝓢. 𝓣𝓱𝓲𝓼 𝓬𝓸𝓾𝓵𝓭 𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮 𝓫𝓮��𝓷 𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓰𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓷 𝓪𝓷𝓭 𝓷𝓮𝓿𝓮𝓻 𝓱𝓪𝓹𝓹𝓮𝓷𝓮𝓭 𝓫𝓾𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝓫𝓮𝓱𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓭 𝓵𝓲𝓴𝓮 𝓪𝓷 𝓪𝓼𝓼𝓱𝓸𝓵𝓮 𝓼𝓸 𝓘'𝓶 𝓰𝓸𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓽𝓸 𝓵𝓮𝓽 𝔂𝓸𝓾 𝔀𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓪 𝓻𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻.

𝓦𝓲𝓽𝓱 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓔𝓶𝓶𝓪 𝓕𝓻𝓸𝓼𝓽

-That fuking bitch- said a very angry Tony.

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