#lexus walk around

[hoe4sports]

Double trouble

Alexia Putellas x reader

Summary: Your twins needs new cleats and alexia learns about the increase in cost of living.

Dinner was soon to be ready, just in time to eat before your twin girls had football practice. They were both on the Barcelona u15’s team, and somehow both of them had a talent. “Mamma!” Your eldest daughter yelled from the down stairs laundry room causing you to mentally sight. She was the messier of the twins; she would probably lose her head if it wasn’t stuck to her body. “Si, mi amor” you said as you walked into the laundry room. “Mamma, they don’t fit anymore!” She cried as she threw the cleat towards the corner of the room. “Que? The new one? The pair you got a few months ago, si?” You said as you touched her back to comfort her. “Si, mamma..” she said as she frowned. The girls were definitely in a growth spurt. “Let’s see, Hermosa” you said as you opened up the laces of the shoes and bent down to help her try it on. “AUCH, my toe! It hurts mamma!” She protested as you got the shoe on. “Wiggle your toes” you commanded as she sighted and wiggled her toes. It was clear as day, she needed new cleats again. “Alright, Mami is gonna be home any minute now. Let’s all eat and then go to pick up some new ones, si? It’s important that they make you feel comfortable. Go grab your sister and help me set the table, por favor” you said as you stood up and reached your hand out for her to grab. The blonde got up while leaning on to your hand and skipped upstairs to get her sister. The twins were spitting image of Alexia, expect they had icy blue eyes from the donor. You had originally wanted to have kids in two rounds; one with your egg and one with alexia’s egg. However, a pair of twins ended the plan quickly as they were more than enough for the two of you.

Just as you got to the kitchen, Alexia entered the house. “Hola amor” Alexia sang as she walked into the kitchen. “Smells amazing” she said as she hugged you from behind kissing your neck. “Spinach pasta” you said as you leaned into her smiling. You loved your little family, it was everything you had ever dreamed of. The twins bounced down the stairs together and walked into the kitchen. “Mami!” Elena yelled as she hugged alexia. The twins and alexia started setting the table, and you put the pasta in a serving bowl. Alexia grabbed sparkling water and you all sat down at the kitchen table in your designated chairs. “How was school, girls?” Alexia said as she slurped in a spaghetti. “It was bien! I sat with Andrea in class, she’s so nice. Maybe she can sleep over sometime? I also got my test back, I got a B, but I studied really hard” Camila rambled as you all kept on eating. Camila was the more talkative of the girls, often leading the conversation. After a quick chat about her new friend and her good grades, the other twin spoke up. “Mamma, do we have Bandaids? Or tape?” She said as she shoved her pasta around on her plate. “Si, why? Are you hurt?” You asked as you got a worried grin. “No! No, I’m not hurt. My cleats are just tight and it’s tugging in my heel.” She said as she looked up carefully. Alexia’s eyes widened and her jaw dropped. “Already?? Didn’t you ge-“ you smacked her arm. If looks could kill, she would be a dead woman. “Honey, it’s normal. You are growing everyday besides, we are already going to stop by the sports store to grab your sister a new pair so why not see if you find something you like too?” You said as you took a sip of water. Her eyes lit up as she smiled and nodded rapidly. Dinner went on, and you were soon on your way to the store.

—

“Alright preciousas, here we are” alexia said as she pulled your Lexus suv up in the parking lot of the sports store. The girls quickly hopped out and practically sprinted towards the store in their workout gear. You grabbed alexia’s hand as you walked in and was met by a mountain of cleats. “Oh my” you mumbled as your eyes widened. Having two girls in football wasn’t cheap, especially not when they were starting to work towards playing professionally while both being on the national team. It meant twice the travel expenses,, kits, jerseys, clothes and a shit ton of sports tape. “Mami! I like the pink ones” Camila squealed as she grabbed Alexia’s arm and pulled her towards a bright pair of Nike. Elena was more hesitant and grabbed your hand as you walked around. “What color do you like? Is there a specific brand you want?” You asked softly as her eyes scanned the wall. “I like pink” she said as she looked over at her sister that was busy trying on cleats. “The same as that your sister is trying on, si?” You asked as you walked towards her and alexia. Elena nodded and held close to you. After a few trials and errors both girls had found a pair of bright pink Nike; the same pair to be fair. It wasn’t really a problem, you just needed to mark the inside of the shoe. Not that it would be a problem as Elena was more of a left striker while Camila was a right striker. At the register, a young woman scanned the boxes and tapped the register. The girls each grabbed the box and immediately disposed the boxes in the trash as they went to the bench in the doorway to put their new cleats on. “And that will be, 559.99 euros m’am” the woman spoke as Alexia was pulling out her wallet. “!?” Alexia said in disbelief. “559.99” the woman repeated as she smiled. “Cash or card?” Alexia stood dumbfounded and looked at the register. “Ai, card” she said as she rubbed her neck. I giggled behind her as this was usually something I would take care of in terms of shopping and her being happy to pay down the credit card every month.

As we walked out the store, the rain has started pouring so Alexia unlocked the car as the girls sprinted towards it t avoid getting soaked. We drove the 5 mins to the arena and said our goodbye’s to the girls before entering the designated room for parents to watch. Alexia grabbed us both coffees on the way into the room, and sat down beside me to watch the girls. Me and one of the other mothers were talking about how crazy the cost of living had become and how groceries had become a huge expense. “Have you even seen the price of eggs! It’s insane, and my daughter eats like a horse.” the woman next to me exclaimed. “Think eggs are expensive? Try having one egg fertilised and it splitting into two.” I said as the whole room giggled while Alexia chocked on her coffee dramatically. “It was your egg Putellas, so you are to blame” I whispered as I winked.

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[greatooglymooglyyy]

The Last Ride (An AU Cowboy!C.Sturniolo Story)

summary: when spoiled and sheltered city girl Y/N finds herself in running in the wrong crowd, her dad gives her an ultimatum. it's either spend the summer of her gap year on her uncle's ranch or face being cut off and finding a job. just when she thinks it can't get any worse, she meets Chris, the brooding farmhand who thinks he knows her type. but as the summer goes on, they both realize there may be more to the other than meets the eye.

requested and advised by @rootbeerworshiper

contains: cursing, drinking, drug use, emotional manipulation, kissing, sexual aggression, 1.2k words

a/n: hiiiii guys, welcome. this is my first real series and i really hope you like it. this chapter is set up and does not include Chris yet. we'll met him in chapter one. but i wanted to establish Y/N first. love you guys.

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Prologue

“You have to come! We’re literally celebrating your birthday.” Brielle whines, frowning over her latte at me.

I roll my eyes, lean back in my chair, and cross my arms. ”My birthday isn’t for another two weeks. You guys just want an excuse to party.”

Jace tuts, throwing his arm over the back of my chair and leaning forward to give me his signature grin. “C’mon, don’t turn all lame on us. It’ll be fun. We haven’t had a good party since graduation.”

My heart speeds up stupidly at his attention, especially when he moves his hand up to squeeze my shoulder. I sigh, letting my eyes scan the table of my friend’s faces, before agreeing reluctantly.

The conversation turns to who’s bringing the alcohol and I pick my phone up, tuning them out. I love my friends, I really do. But lately, I don’t know how much I like them. Everything with them is so fucking boring. If it’s not about a party, drugs, or who’s wearing knockoff Cartier, they never have anything to say.

But as I think this, Jace leans over me to speak to one of the boys and I remember why I deal with any of this at all. He’s been my best friend for more than half my life and I’ve been in love with him for longer than I can remember. I resist the urge to push his floppy hair out of his face, knowing he only likes me to touch him when no one is around to see.

I push the thoughts out of my head and send my dad a text to let them know I won’t be at family night tonight making up an excuse about researching colleges. The sad face my he sends back almost immediately squeezes my heart but I just set my phone down and look up at my friends.

“So what are we wearing?”

***********

“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” I exclaim as Jace pulls into the parking lot. The parking lot of my dad’s new investment, a run-down old abandoned warehouse.

“Jace, my dad will actually kill me if we get caught.” He rolls his eyes as he puts the car in park, reaching over to tuck my hair behind my ear.

“Can you relax? We’re not going to get caught, alright?" He winks at me before opening his door and hopping out.

"Be careful when you get out. Last time you left smudges on my door." He says before closing his door and heading inside.

"Oh no!" I mutter sarcastically. "Not fingerprints on your precious Lexus." I sigh and drop my head into my hands, needing a second before I get out.

Brielle and Lydia giggle in the backseat, opening the door and sliding out before smoothing down their miniskirts. “Hurry up, Y/N. I don’t want the boys flirting with any randos just because we’re not there.”

“Randos? I thought this was just going to be a few of us!” I say, finally stepping out of the car carefully. Lydia shrugs, locking arms with Brielle and walking ahead of me into the party. I tilt my head up at the sky, straining to see the stars, and send up a little prayer that tonight doesn’t get out of control before I follow them in.

The warehouse is filthy and I turn my nose up as I avoid stepping on the broken glass and beer cans littering the floor, but the boys have clearly tried to set the mood. There are a few folding tables scattered around the space, one piled with cheap bottles of liquor; they always keep the top shelf for the in-crowd. They've strung up some lights that give the space some much-needed light and someone bought a speaker that is blasting Drake.

There are people everywhere already and I scan through the bodies until I spot Jace in a corner leaning over some blonde. Of course. I ignore the feeling in my chest and push through the crowd until I find the rest of my friends. Brielle gives me a sympathetic look when she sees my face and I shrug with forced indifference.

“Pass me the Don Julio.”

***********

I giggle uncontrollably as I sway to the music in the middle of the crowd. Lydia grinds on some guy she just met, looking over her shoulder to see if her boyfriend notices.

I feel a hand on my waist and I turn to see Jace giving me his grin. “Are you drunk?”

“N-No!” I hiccup, immediately breaking into laughter that he joins.

“Come on.” He grabs my hand and leads me to a storage room, shutting the door behind us. I look up at him in confusion before he comes closer, dunking his head to kiss me roughly. I kiss him back cautiously but when he puts his hand up my dress, I push him away with a hand on his chest.

“Wait, Jace. Not here.” He rolls his eyes and leans forward again, pressing me into the wall.

“I’m serious!” I say, pushing him away again. He huffs in anger and steps back, glaring at me.

“Why are you such a fucking prude all of a sudden?” He barks out and I blink at him in surprise.

“Because I don’t want to fuck in some storage closet in the middle of a party?” I ask sarcastically, leaning on the wall to help my balance.

“God, you are such a princess.” He sniffs, rubbing his arm over his nose and it clicks.

“Oh my god, Jace. Seriously? You said you were done with cocaine.” I snap, reaching forward to place a hand on his arm but he snatches away.

“What are you, my mother?" He scoffs, turning away from me. "Whatever dude. I’m out of here. You’re not the only pussy at this party.” He says, throwing open the door and slamming it shut behind him.

I stand frozen for a minute before hunching over and placing my hands on my knees. I bite back the sobs that are threatening to fall and try to compose myself. I knew before I ever started this friends with benefits bullshit with Jace that he'd break my heart, telling myself it'd be worth it to have him at all. But Jace off blow is a whole different breed of asshole. I give myself a few more minutes before I straighten up and prepare to go back to the party.

But when I place my hand on the door handle, I get a gut feeling that something is wrong. The hum of the party has changed; the music has been cut and the chatter sounds more panicked now than fun.

I throw the door open and step out, seeing everyone running around and grabbing their stuff. I ask someone who's passing by what's going on but they ignore me and jet outside.

“Freeze!”

My heart hits the floor and I curse loudly as realization sets in. Cops. I look around for Jace or any of my friends but they are nowhere to be found. They have to be here. They wouldn’t have left me. Would they?

I try to figure out what to do next but in my confusion, I run right into a police officer who looks very unimpressed.

“We got one.” He says over his shoulder, taking my arm.

No. No. No. I groan in defeat, letting him lead me to the patrol car when I hear a familiar voice behind me and turn.

“It’s okay, officer. Unfortunately, that one belongs to me.” My dad says, the disappointment so thick in his voice that I bring my eyes to the ground.

Great.

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[daisybianca]

“please leave a comment if you want a second part!”

AS IF WE’D EVER SAY NO. PLS BLESS W A PART TWO🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻🙏🏻

pairing: lewis hamilton x femalereader

summary: lewis gives you secretly his number. you're hesitant to call him at first, but when you do, things get a little much more interesting.

warnings: cursing words, sexual thoughts

(a/n): here's the previous part 1! Here's the next and last one, part 3!

BLINDING FLASHING lights appeared, and glancing out of the window, you very discreet (not at all) black car parking just at the entrance of your apartment. A few moments later, horn sounds reached your ear, making your stomach swirl nervously around.

Were you really doing this?

"Live some adventure," the voice of your best friend mumbled into your mind, reminding you that sometimes you get to have some fun in order to forget work and responsibilities.

You chose to wear a pink, sliky dress that felt perfect on your curves and skin.

You grabbed your white purse and rushed out, locking the door behind you.

You weren't brave enough to look directly at the car once you were out, but when you turned around to walk towards it, a figure had already stepped out of it.

Lewis' dark eyes rised and then he took a double look at you. Then smiled.

"Hey, love," Lewis mumbled as he came in front of you, and you could swear that his lips had landed to your glossy lips for a brief moment, which by the way seemed like an eternity to you.

"Hey," you smiled widely. (Brushing your teeth almost 10 times before the date was surely tiring, so you had to show off your perfectly white smile, right?)

"You look..." Lewis scanned you from head to toes momentarily. "Ravishing."

A small laughter escaped from your lips. "I love your vocabulary."

"Oh, thank you, love," he gently grabbed your hand and helped you down the stairs. He was swearing a total white outfit, complimenting his tanned skin and making his multiple tattoos stand out more.

Your best friend was totally right. You didn't know if Greek Gods were actually real, but if they were, one of them had to had his name.

Lewis Hamilton.

He opened the door for you, and when you entered, murmuring a small 'thank you', he shut it gently and moved around the car to reach the other door.

The car was fabulously luxurious and looked ridiculously like its owner. Pretty, deluxe and fancy, and surely fast as hell.

The other door closed, and Lewis' masculine aroma filled your nostrils brutally. You couldn't exactly place the brand of the perfume, but it was something like a masculine mixture of heaven and perfection.

"Do you like fast cars?" Lewis asked, fastening his belt.

"Um, I own a grumpy Lexus that even my 11-year-old nephew could beat in a race." You joked, and he immediately burst into laughter. It was rather inevitable to smile back. "It's not that I don't like speed... it's just that... I'm kind of scared."

"Scared?" Lewis asked, raising his dark eyebrows in curiosity.

"Not for me, of course." You said. "I'm too young to rot into prison because of driving over a dozen of people."

Lewis smiled. "Well, I think you're just with the right person." He spoke, and the engine growled furiously as it came to life.

"Hey, this car is truly awesome, you know," you scratched the bare skin of your exposed thigh, and oh, holy shit, Lewis peered at it for a moment that stretched for what seemed like, FOREVER.

"Yeah, I know," He caressed the steering wheel. "I should name her. Any good ideas?"

You bit your bottom lip, fighting the urge to suggest your name.

"I need something that sounds elegant and pretty." He clarified and turned to face you.

His eyes burned on your skin as you gazed out of the window, hoping that his stare would cease being that intense and fuckable.

"What about Bella or Alice?" You suggested, bringing into mind your sister's twins.

Lewis seemed to think about it for a second. "Nah, too basic." He spoke a few moments later. "I'm sure you'll have a better suggestion until the end of the night."

The car stopped moving, and you got rid of your seat belt.

The ride was full of side intense glances, awfully hot compliments of his that drove you to insanity, and lots, lots of flirting.

"Is this your only car apart from the F1 one?" You asked as he opened the door for you to step out.

A true gentleman.

"No," he said. "Just one of 'em."

You turned around, and a massive building fulled your vision. It was a huge mansion that screamed mafia-boss-on-wattpad, and made your knees feel weak.

You waited for him in order to start strolling towards the house, but when he stepped next to you, his hand gently found yours and wrapped tightly around it.

You looked at your intertwined fingers, and he smiled. "My house has a ridiculously big amount of stairs. I don't want you falling from date one, do I?" He joked. If the tension of the eye contact was palpable, then physical touch was going to be the very end of you.

"So... I suppose you don't like holding my hand, right? It's all about safety." You fake rolled your eyes at the last sentence and hoped he noticed.

"Don't expose me like that, love." Lewis said, his British accent bold and alive.

When you got inside, you almost fainted and permanently lost your vision. Everything was cleaned to perfection. You could practically utilize the floor as a mirror to see if your pink dress was well-ironed.

"Do you like it?" Lewis asked, abandoning his car keys on a counter.

"Nah, too shiny and pretty." You joked.

"Yeah, just like you." He responded from behind, and your cheeks changed a pallette of five different shades of red.

You turned to face him directly. "I love it."

He smiled and walked towards a miny bar next to a massive kitchen. You noticed that his intoxicating cologne had been replaced by the smell of freshly cooked food. Looking a few feet away, mouth-watering food was placed on a dinner table.

He cooked?

"Red or white wine?" Lewis asked, interrupting your thoughts.

"Red." You replied. "But I swear, I'm a Mercedes fan."

He laughed and grabbed a bottle, reading something oj it at first. Then, he opened it and walked towards the dinner table, placing it on it.

He dragged one chair and let you sit.

When he did too, you chose to ask, "Where's Roscoe?"

"To a friend's," he replied. "I left him there because I didn't know if you liked dogs."

"You sent him away because of me?" You laughed. "Everyone loves dogs!"

He let out a breath before stating, "I didn't want you to be uncomfortable."

You shrugged. "It's fine. I just... I wanted to meet him. I think he's cute."

Lewis filled your empty glass with tasteful red liquid. "Good for me. Seems like I'm inviting you to dinner till you meet him." He said, innocently looking away.

Fuck.

This man was going to be the end of you.

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[valmare]

Gym Himbo • Ron Slider Kerner x Reader

Haven't written anything I've felt compelled to post for *awhile* so here's some Slider shit that I thought was fun. Dedicating this to @callsignthirsty, who had absolutely no business dragging me onto the Slider train like she has. but i refuse to get off, so, here we are. i may or may not need a part 2, but that's yet to be decided.

Warnings: minor swears, innuendos, Slider being a complete and utter sex god that he is

Pairing: Ron 'Slider' Kerner x reader

Gym Himbo

The gym is all but bursting by the time you manage to wedge your shitty little Camry in between two massive pickups. Which, in all honesty, is to be expected. It’s Friday, after 5–half the city is here. To cram in a workout before the long weekend, no doubt. Intentions similar, you feel more than a little dwarfed by the pickups at either side of your car as you pop the door handle and swing out of the driver’s seat. 

Bending to grab your bag through the backseat open window, whispered voices give you pause and you glance out the rear window to spot the group of girls, arm in, giggling in their matching Adidas. Strolling towards the gym, looking every bit of the jazzercise goers you assume they are. Rolling your eyes you shoulder your bag, watching them stroll towards the gym with the flock of other after-5ers. Your grip tightens on your bag as you spin your keys around your finger.  

You’ll be lucky if you get any machine time—Fridays bring in the muscle heads and the bodybuilders. And as much as you despise cardio, you could use to do a quick 45 minutes on a treadmill. Which is fine, it’s probably as it should be. Wait for the meatheads and himbos to clear out before getting in the real work. A solid plan. 

Eyes flitting over cars in the parking lot, you try not to look for her Lexus. Gina had told you she wouldn’t be meeting you today, which still hasn’t quite resonated in your head yet. As your best friend and self-proclaimed emotional support gym partner, you can’t remember a time G hasn’t met you here. You’ve been spotting each other for the year you’ve been coming to this gym. Working out together keeps the aforementioned meatheads at bay–after all, if you don’t need a spotter, what other opening line is there?–and is the perfect catch-up for the gossip going on between your respective offices. 

Three times a week, like clockwork, Gina parks towards the entrance—you park in the back. Together you meet halfway for the long walk to the gym, giggling and chatting much like the Adidas girls pulling open the heavy gym doors ahead of you as you jog to catch the door. Managing a muted “Thanks,” to the swinging ponytail in front of you, you slip towards the locker room quietly, secure a locker, and change out your street shoes for your gym Reebok’s. 

Trying not to be disappointed that Gina is probably well into outfit number three, prepping for her date with “AutoZone Rob,” you’re still more than a little pissed she hadn’t asked you to come over. Twisted your arm to skip your workout and help her pick outfits and pile quantifiable tonnes of AquaNet into her Farrah-perfect hair. Biting the inside of your cheek as you aggressively tighten the knot in your laces, your foot drops off the bench with a bit more attitude than the floor deserves. Flipping your hair forward, you manage it into a high tail before snatching your water bottle and towel from your lockers. 

Banging the door closed with a swat of your hand, a deep breath fills and exits your chest as you march out to the gym floor in search of a treadmill. Most of the usual walkers have abandoned their machines in favor of the jazzercise class, women funneling towards the separate room at nearly the speed of light. And you can hardly blame them. Kenny, the new hire who leads the class, has an ass that does not stop—you’d go if Gina was here to detract from your purely awful ability to dance. 

Snagging a machine in the corner, you set your workout and hop onto the machine lithly, like you’ve done it a million times. You have, to some extent. Settling into the immediate burn in the back of your calves, your eyes skirt over the other half of the room–the weights equipment and free weights. Buzzing like a hive with men brushing into one another. Women have all but abandoned the space between the towering giants of muscle and testosterone, mostly for Kenny and his class. From here you’re nearly blinded by the glistening sweat and ripple of muscle, which tightens a sharp, glorious little knot in the depth of your gut. 

Thank God you have opted for the treadmill for close to an hour. Most of these guys should clear out by the time you’re done, allowing you access to whatever machine you want. Not that the idea of smooshing yourself in between himbos cock-deep in deadlifts and dumbbells doesn't have an appeal. Most, if not all of them would make room for you. After all, a babe that can leg press 640 does turn heads. 

But being a spectacle isn’t your style—especially without Gina here to ward off the unwanted come-ons and approaches. And you prefer to ogle at a distance. Missing Gina’s intensity and her no-funny-business attitude, which matches yours nearly to the point of Siamese twinning, you focus your attention on stretching out your shoulders while the treadmill adjusts to a sharper, more intense, incline. 

Your view from the treadmill is stellar—and split between Designing Women on the small TV the front desk clerk is glued to for all of a few seconds as the absolutely ripped god currently deadlifting in the corner grabs your attention. Whiplash nearly snaps your neck as your gaze rips from the television to his direction. It takes herculean willpower to keep your jaw wired shut, but it only takes a few seconds before the muscle in your jaw ticks in absolute raw jealousy. 

From here, you estimate he’s right 450 or so—but people are passing to and fro in front of him, so it’s a guess at best. It wrinkles your brow for all of a few seconds. Because a himbo of his size and physique suggests far more weight than what you’re supposing, unless he’s simply warming up. Trying not to think too hard about it, he’s nearly impossible to miss—all six foot something of him is a head or so taller than everyone else in the free weights corner of the gym. That ripped-to-next-to-nothing-at-all t-shirt does little more than flash a “Look at me!” neon sign to his person. He nearly sparkles under the harsh fluorescent light. Sweat glistens in a fine, delicious sheen over the rippled muscle of his back. Definitions all but on display. 

As fine as he appears, you cannot help but seethe at little at the effortless lift and drop. Your fingers practically burn with the itch to lift heavy and drop. It swirls in an excited buzz through your core. Familiar memories of what it feels like kickstarts the crave for adrenaline in the back of your head, which slowly drips down your spine like molten lava. Wanting little more than to hop off the treadmill and actually start your workout, you resign yourself to finish the program—and Designing Women. 

It isn’t polite to stare. But with a body–and such an intention outfit—you doubt he’d mind. Catch yourself eyeballing the Grecian god of a man a few times over the next forty minutes, you’re more focused on the weight he’s adding and changing to the bar than you are the ebb and flow of muscle in his arms. Brain on a continuous loop of How? HOW?! you don’t even notice the ending of Designing Women, or the fact that he’s caught you looking at least twice, now. 

One by the one, men begin to pilfer out of the gym. Concluding their workouts, nodding goodbye to familiar faces and “buddies” as they filter to the locker rooms and out the door for the long weekend. What was formerly Israelites at the mouth of the Red Sea has become little more than a handful of the dedicated in the free weights area, giving you far more confidence than when you’d first arrived. There’s no better time than now to throw yourself into the mix. 

Calves burning, you brush at the hair clinging to your damp skin and take a pull of lukewarm water from your bottle. Machine sounding off, you kill the program and move to wipe down the controls. Tossing the rag back beside the sanitizer bottle, you march off in search of your first victim—a personal favorite, it’s your pride and joy. Gina would be grinning if she were here, the leg press is definitely the one machine you have absolutely no trouble destroying. 

You halfway ignore the stares that track you, possessively dropping your bottle to the seat. Position claimed, you waste no time adjusting the press to your standard measurements—but, the weight is off. Because of course it is, you press more than anyone would give your short stack frame for. Not reveling in preening is taking all the willpower you possess, because more than one guy has paused to consider the amount of weight you’re loading onto this machine. 

Calculating your startup weight takes all of a few seconds, it’s familiar. Almost going through the motions. Once you’re satisfied with your weights, you towel off the sweat pearling over your upper lip and at the back of your neck, fingers stretching as you hype yourself up. Guns n’ Roses blaring from the overhead is far too good to ignore. Boping to the familiar tune, you swing into the seat, settle yourself there, and get into position. 

You’re far too enthralled. Consumed with the rush this is going to finally give you, you absolutely don’t notice the tower of a man who’s come up behind you on the press, until his frame blocks the harsh lights overhead and throws a long down over you. Blinking, you peer up and over your shoulder. To the thick hand and absolutely tree-like arm that’s casually hanging over the back of your seat. Your eyes linger for all of a few seconds. 

“Need a spot?” 

At base level it is a simple question, but it swirls in between the soft tones of his bravado voice. Knocks you for a loop for all of a heartbeat. Your eyes skate up his arm to find his–they’re nearly glittering with confidence, ego nearly trackable it’s manifested so plainly in the set of his shoulders. It takes 2.5 seconds for you to realize it’s him.

The Himbo. The god you’d been ogling over from the treadmill. Between murdering yourself with cardio and attempts to enjoy Designing Women. All moisture suddenly vacates the back of your throat, but not in the way you’d expect—Why is he over here? 

Question looping through your brain, you are torn between being insulted that he’d assume you couldn’t handle startup weight and being flattered that he cares enough to actually ask. Dropping a foot off the plate, you sit forward a little and angle to face him. Sends him back half a step. His arm is still far too casually draped over the back of your seat, and you're biting the inside of your cheek hard enough to almost draw blood trying to discern how to respond to the insinuation. 

Insult gives way to injury, and you level a cool, half-mast look of indifference at him. A smirk lifts the corner of your mouth. It’s far too easy to take in all of his hulking self, but you show great restraint. Too much restraint; Gina would be livid. 

You try to mask a chuckle, but it doesn’t work nearly as well as you’d like it to. “This is my startup weight,” your shoulder shifts a little more flirtatiously than you’d like. But you’re rolling with it. “But thanks.” Heat somersaults in your gut at the absolute audacity of your tone as you bend to retrieve your water, take a pull. Your Gotcha! brow is smug. Why you’re flirting you don’t really know, you’ve never noticed him before. But God, he is gorgeous—maybe out of your league. 

Scratch that. You’re out of his league, pressing 650 and not even batting a frickin’ eyelash. He maybe able to deadlift three of you, but you most definitely can leg press at least three of him. Gina’s ever present best-friend validation blares like a loudspeaker in the back of your brain not to shortchange yourself. Confidence is the best thing a girl can wear, especially in the gym—even if you’re sporting stirrup pants and a top that leaves very little to the active imagination. 

A growing smile ticks up the corner of his lips, you don’t miss the second this registers on his face—his brows jump nearly into his hairline. Line of his jaw twitches with the effort, presumably, not to drop his mouth open. You’re preening at the dumbstruck look on his face as his eyes skate to double check the weight in a full Wait, is she actually serious? moment. Wheels in his brain chug as he calculates the weight, then cuts a quick look back to you from the corner of his eye. 

The smile is slow, understanding. Quicksilver and very nearly entertained. Lightbulbs all but go off over his head like he’s something out of Saturday morning Looney Tunes as he chuckles, drops his gaze to consider his feet and the absolutely beat high tops he’s sporting. His eyes look up to you in what is very nearly an ovary-leveling puppy dog look, and you bristle to an attention at what it does to your insides. 

Full silence between the two of you for longer than necessary when it hits that he isn’t about to make the first move recovery move. It’s up to you then. The little tip of your lips matches the slight cock of your head. Swinging fully off the plate, you plant your feet on the floor and rest your elbows on your thighs. You don’t miss that he’s watching like a hawk, tracking movement like you’re nothing short of prey. Might as well be a damn target-locked missile. 

“Was there something else?” Your hands clap to your knees and you pop up from the seat, ponytail swinging behind you like something out of Sports Illustrated. 

Arm dropping off the back of your seat, he blinks—easy brown eyes skip over you like he’s mapping terrain, and you can’t help the burst of pride that explodes like sparklers down the length of your spine. In a deliberate show, you move to check your weights again, then turn to rest an arm over one of the plates. Hand firmly planted on your hip. 

It takes all the willpower you possess not to chuckle when he puts his hands up, smiles, and backs off a few steps. 

“Easy there, honey—just trying to do you a solid.” Your smile is ineffable. Oh, I bet you are, “Didn’t mean anything by it, scout’s honor.” The fingers-over-heart is endearing. Brow lifts in a masquerade of conceit, but the chase is far from over—himbo is just stepping up to bat. You can see it in the glint of his eye; light that backstrokes in dark pools of knowing, guessing. Chasing. 

The faintest smile parts his lips enough to make out strong white teeth. Watching his tongue skate over them, your finger twitches slightly against the cool steel of the plate. It feels good on your burning skin, skin that’s itching suddenly under his focus. Attention. The way his head tips a little, his eyes skate quickly from the cut of your hip back to your eyes—he knows this is the wrong foot to get off on. Even if this approach has worked with other girls before. But, tough for him—you aren’t other girls. Between you and Gina in this gym, you make up a category all to yourselves. Ground that you’re willing to defend. 

But good sweet God in heaven, he is huge. His shoulders remind you extravagantly of old fashioned brick walls, the kind that Ivy creeps up slowly over time as it dissects height, weight, breadth. Hands the size of saucers. They’re nothing short of hands that have taken a hundred women apart slowly and enjoy stitching them back together enough to ruin all over, probably. Close cropped hair with just enough curl to pique your interest, he’s a little unshaven. By the stretch of shadows across the pavement of parking lots and goodbye, he’ll have a nice five o’clock show of scruff on his face. 

Checking yourself appreciating the thick vein that chases up his arm, your eyes flick back to his. Can’t resist the little bat of your lashes. Gently biting the corner of your bottom lip, quite visibly, you shift a little on your feet. He flirts with his eyes—his I saw that stabs painfully between the ribs of your innocent, Yeah? so much that you fear your resolve will bleed out to the floor beneath your feet.

His smile grows, arms crossing over his chest as he settles on his feet, head kicking back just a bit. It’s the macho shift of power, he’s almost looking down his nose. Waits for you to just plop into the palm of his hand and scarf down the attention like the pussy-starved cock he is. 

Well, that’s enough of that. He’s yummy, sure, but you don’t eat of open palms so easily. Nodding, you click your tongue off the wall of your cheek with a wet pop, and push off the machine easily. You’re about to slip back into the seat when his posture changes. Like a startled cat, his eyes frantically track your movements. His panic is tangible—he knows. Window closed, next. 

He clears his throat a little and nods to the plates. Scrambling. The boy thing is scrambling not to lose this battle of the sexes, and it is quite fun to watch. He moves just so beneath the overhead flourescents. Catch of glistening sweat beneath the light is unmissable and punches you harder in the pit of your uterus than you first thought possible.

“So,” his hand skates to rub the back of his neck. It isn’t sheepish, nothing about this goliath of a male specimen is sheepish. He’s about as subtle as a sledgehammer. He gestures to the weight, “That a rep weight for you, or—?” 

Smile. You can’t help but smile. He’s trying, you’ll give him that. Whether it’s a lack of thick skin from being unused to rejection, or blatantly stupidity you’re not sure–but he’s still here. Except now, the mouse has become the cat; you’re more the predator than the prey in this scenario. Just a little farther and you’ve got the fly reeling in your web, ready for the kill. 

Watching the weight pass through his eyes, his eyes flick down to consider your legs. Which are very much on display in stirrup pants and leg warmers you’d just snagged from Nordstroms. Muscle in his jaw ticks. which paints a lopsided smile on your face. Shifting onto the seat, you position your legs, raise a brow. Color erupts on his face in what’s either an embarrassed, or impressed, flush. 

You chuckle. “Kinda already asked me that, didn’t you?” The absolutely pummeled look on his face leaves him blinking. Speechless. You can’t help but giggle at the drumstruck hanging out on his face like a neon sign. It’s painfully obvious he didn’t expect any sort of pushback to whatever advance he’d plucked up the balls for. “But to answer the question, yeah—I’ll rep this for a bit.” 

His rapid blinking hasn’t improved. Amusing. It’s always amusing, the audacity of these men. Poor thing. He hasn’t gotten the hint—or if he has, he’s persistent. This isn’t the first time a meathead at the gym has tried to pick you, or Gina, up. What you wouldn’t give for a dollar every time it’s happened. Biting the inside of your cheek, you kind of smile at him a little dorkishly. Wait for him to say something. To recover what a flaming trainwreck this entire conversation has become for his ego. 

“Hey, Slider—you almost finished? We’ve got muster in half an hour, let’s move.”  

The speed at which his head whips to acknowledge whoever has called across the gym is alarming. Eyes widening at what you can only assume is a nickname, you track his attention to find the blonde standing, hand on the latch of the door. Like an impatient mother calling after a child. Eyes skate between “Slider,” apparently, and the man at the door. 

Your brow raises surprisingly at the absolute gall this man has to wear aviators actually inside a building, but given the stance and the way his jaw works at a piece of gum just so, you realize he really doesn’t appear the type to mind. Or even care. Any second now blondie is going to start tapping his foot, and your bottom lip rolls inward beneath your top teeth as Slider turns back to consider you with a crooked quicksilver gleam, the flush on his cheeks deepening a little. Replaying the man’s callout in your brain, your brow lifts. 

“Muster, huh. Military?” San Diego is crawling with Navy boys. Mouth open to respond, you beat him to the punch. “Ah. Navy. Got it, “ peeking around his goliath frame, you smile, tip your chin up, and wiggle your fingers at the blonde standing in the entry, “your friend seems awfully ready to get back at it.” When he waves back, you wink across the room at him. Slider’s expression nearly hits to the floor, right off his face. “He’s cute.” 

He scoffs. “Cute?” His face takes on an expression that is not far removed from baffled. His strangle chuckled matches the lifted brows of surprise, “I’ve heard the Iceman called many things, and ‘cute’ is on the very bottom of that particular shitlist.” Jealousy all but paints his face emerald as you smile, “But honestly, he’s not your type. Like at all.” 

Disbelief all but seals up your throat like an Indiana Jones temple, and you splutter on the pull of water you manage from your bottle. Amused, this asshole of a man has the audacity to chuckle at you as you recover, brows in your hairline as you blink rapid fire at him. Galled at the very insinuation he has an inkling of an idea about anything regarding you, you fall back against the seat a little rough. Flabbergasted is too kind a word. 

“And how in the hell is it you think you know anything about my type?” Tone loaded and patronizing, the smirk on his face nearly jumps up and screams Ha! right in your face. You think briefly about smacking it off his face, but decide against you. You like this gym, don’t really want to get kicked out. Today, anyway. Maybe another time, preferable with Gina around to post bail. 

Popping into a squat beside your seat, your eyes nearly stretch out of your head at the absolutely perfect view of his bicep that’s just hanging out in your line of sight as he smiles, cool as a cucumber, on his feet. Balancing like fucking Hercules on the ball of his feet. Slightly alarmed by the sudden bolt of heat that rushes down your spine, your head is suddenly nothing but pulsating blood between your ears and swimming with the sight of little droplets of sweat dripping from a loose curl over his forehead. He smells incredible—like sweat. Heat. Sex. 

Tongue skating out to coat his bottom lip, his eyes all but drag down the cut of your shirt before they slowly traverse their way back up the column of your throat. Linger on your mouth. And before you know it, your staring dead in the face of the little gold rim in his eyes, feeling disarmed and bothered and warm in the cradle of your pelvis. 

His turn to click his tongue off the wall of his cheek. It makes a curtailing tsk, disarming you more than you should probably allow. “Call it a sixth sense,” he winks, lifting a hand to gesture between the two of you. “We should go out sometime.” 

Scoff rocketing up the back of your throat before you can even think about it, you're shaking your head in disbelief as your smile grows a little broader. “Oh, we should, should we?”

Lightyears separate you and any chance of going out with this himbo that could possibly ever exist—not because you don’t want to. But because the likelihood of seeing him again is probably close to one in a million. Not that you want to see him. You don’t. He’s an egotistical cocksucker. Probably. 

His brows lift in a telling little wag. “Yeah, I think so. Don’t you?” 

Lips parting to reply, the sharp, “Slider!” that cuts across the room matches the obvious huff of impatience from the man you’ve come to understand as the Iceman. Pushing off the door, he’s beginning to stalk across the floor to the free weights area. Impatience, such impatience. Heartbeat kicked up behind your ribs, Slider is waiting for your answer. Lifted brow and all.

Without entering the area, the Iceman lifts his shades into his hair, and with a firm tip of his head, gestures towards the door. “Sli. Let’s move.” He all but snaps his finger and you snort a little—they remind you of an old married couple. Probably not all that far removed, actually, if you know anything about the Navy and its boys. And you don’t, not really. Yet. 

Eyes skirting back to Slider, you sigh a little chuckle and lift a flirty shoulder. “I think you’d better go,” leaning forward, you screw up your lips in a twisted little smile and squint at him, nodding in the direction of his tagalong. “Better not keep daddy waiting, Slider.” 

And with that his lips form a little impressed “O,” his chuckle all but a little defeated in that macho way guys always manage. Slowly standing, the look behind his eyes is wolfish. Impressed even. Gina would be fucking applauding if she was here, watching you run circles with this Hercules and all the ego his wafting into the atmosphere. But the idea of seeing him again doesn’t exactly not have appeal, and you’re feeling flirty. Confident in a way you haven’t in weeks. 

“Tell you what. I’ve been known to visit my favorite little haunt in the strip mall across town after a, long ass workout,” situating back in the seat, you position your feet on the plate to begin your warmup, and smile at him as he backsteps away from the machine with a little bounce in his step, “If you happen to run into me, well—I’m not one to turn friends away from an empty table.” 

“Sounds like a deal,” his smile is all but megawatt, “I’ll see ya around.” 

“Maybe you will.” 

Well into the burn of your startup weight by the time you spot Slider and his friend slip from the locker room to the front door, it takes little to no effort at all to smile at the pair as Slider checks over his shoulder for one last look. Impressed with himself, no doubt. You suppose there’ll a very good chance you’ll see him tomorrow when you and Gina come back for her favorite mid-week pilates meet. 

And somehow, you’re okay with that. 

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Snippet of an rwrb fanfic I’m writing it’s a/b/o and Alex is a 29 year old law professor who meets 21 year old Henry after Henry is forcefully moved to America to study law by his grandmother.

It’s this Alex

And this Henry

Alex hadn’t always wanted to be a law professor, he’d kind of just, fallen into it.

He’d studied law at NYU and shortly after gotten a job as a paralegal but that got , stale.

So during a late night rant to his mother she’d suggested he do some more study and look into teaching as a professor.

So Alex studied and then applied for a job at the university his mother was the head of.

Alex wasn’t proud of using the nepotism card but he did anyway.

So fast forward a few years and Alex is 29 years old teaching as a law professor, now finally on his own for the second year after teaching as a TA under Zarah Bankston and old friend of his moms and now a dean at the university.

Alex doesn’t expect anything to go wrong this year however that all changes when Henry fox walks into his lecture hall.

He’s pretty, blonde and everything Alex wants in an omega.

Alex class is small only 100 students so Henry already stuck out, however when he opens his mouth and speaks with that pretty English accent Alex is gone.

Which is bad, really bad because Henry is his student.

Everything goes well for a few weeks until one night Alex has finished his 6 pm lecture and is in the Chinese restaurant across from the campus when Henry walks in.

Henry walks up to the counter and Alex watches as Henry places his order, when he goes to pay however his card declines, once, twice, three times. Henry opens his mouth most likely to cancel his order when Alex blurts out “I’ll pay” and is swiping his American express.

“I .. thankyou.. you didn’t have to do that, professor ” Henry glances up at him

“It’s no problem and please don’t call me professor, it’s Alex“ Alex replies, leaning one arm on the shop counter.

Henry’s phone pings and he sees Henry’s face twist before he’s huffing out a breath and his scent sours.

“everything ok” Alex attempts to calm Henry but the agitation doesn’t leave Henry’s face.

“My bloody roommate just kicked me out of my dorm for the night, apparently he’s found some girl to shag” Henry spits out

“Shag” the word feels foreign in Alex’s mouth

“ it means fuck, Alex” Henry’s rolling his eyes but grinning up at him and Alex can’t help but return the smile.

“Um maybe we could eat together at my place” the words are out of Alex’s mouth before he can even process how much of a boundary that crosses and how bad of an idea that is, Henry beams “That sounds wonderful Alex”

Soon the cashier is calling out that their food is done and Henry is following Alex out to his car.

Henry sinks into the leather passenger seat of Alex’s Lexus and sighs “ Christ, I forgot how nice leather car seats were”.

Alex shoots Henry a questioning look and Henry looks down at his feet.

“My family’s quite well off however since my grandmother shipped me over here with barley any money, I’ve been missing out on the luxury’s I used to enjoy”

“I hope I’m not over stepping but why’d she send you here” Alex questions.

“Apparently it’s unbecoming for a member of our family to be an omega and to want to study literature, I was at Oxford on a scholarship in my last year and then she pulled me out to study law here in America” Henry’s answer is pained, Alex can’t imagine what it would be like to have your whole life up ended like that.

The rest of the drive continues on a happier note as Alex and Henry sing along to some of the songs on Alex playlist until they arrive at Alex’s brownstone.

As they step into the house Alex sees Henry looking around, his head tilted upward, was he scenting?

Alex chooses to ignore it for his own sanity and leads Henry to the couch and excuses himself to change out of his teaching clothes and into something more comfortable.

Alex now in a t-shirt and sweats joins Henry on the couch, Alex thinking of something to watch while they eat, asks Henry if he’s a Star Wars fan, Henry’s face lights up and he gleefully explains that he loves return of the Jedi, Alex scoffs and has to correct Henry “ the best star wars movie is clearly the empire strikes back” Henry flashes Alex a gummy smile and rolls his eyes “ I suppose I could endure watching empire”.

#red white and royal blue #rwrb movie #rwrb book #firstprince #nicholas galitzine #taylor zakhar perez

[spgothkidsheadcanons]

More Facts About the Goths!

Henrietta:

- Her favorite season is actually Spring!

- She’s in tune with nature, and seeing all the leaves on the trees grow back and the animals that become more plentiful just makes her so incredibly happy

- She doesn’t like animals of her own, but if her S/O says something about wanting a pet, she’s got a bad habit of giving in and getting a pet to make S/O happy

- Speaking of her S/O, Henrietta is a very devoted and loyal person

- When she loves, she loves hard, and she hates to be taken advantage of or have her heart broken

- When she’s sketching up designs for clothes and gets bored, she begs her S/O to let her draw on them

- It’s soothing to Henri and opens up bonding time with her lover

- She hates to be called anything other than Henrietta, but her S/O has all permission to call her Henri, Etta, Baby Girl, Darling

- She’s a big fan of her S/O

- Probably that girlfriend who gets a t-shirt with S/O’s face in it

- And gets S/O one with her face on it

- She enjoys walks. Down the road, up and down the beach (only at night), hell, even the walk to her car

- Owns a 2 bedroom apartment

- Drives a purple Lexus 450h she named Bettie

- Likes to write and will spend all day writing in her journal, writing in a notepad, on sticky notes

- Her penmanship is very beautiful. Small, cursive letters that lean a little to the right

- Her birthday is November 13th, and she’s a Scorpio

- She’s 5’5, and 5’10 when she’s wearing her signature heels

- Henrietta is very in tune with her S/O, she’d bend herself over backwards to please them

- Cuddly

- So fucking cuddly

- She’ll share a bottle of wine with her S/O and then tuck herself right into their side

- Has to be touching S/O every chance that she has

- Has days where she goes silent, but she always bounces back

- Is in college for fashion design, models as a side gig to help pay through college

- Very good girl and I love her so much I would fight the sun to make her happy

- (26)

Pete:

- Pete had heterochromia, but it’s just a patch of green on one of his brown irises

- He had braces late in highschool, and now just has the permanent retainer on the backside of his teeth

- He’s more often than not hunched over, but he just doesn’t realize it, so he has a few back problems

- Likes to lay on the floor in his room because it helps with his back pain but also because he just wants to

- Stargazes almost every night

- Is really into space, reads facts about space, horror stories about astronauts hearing knocking on the rocket’s exterior, knows every single constellation and planet and their moons

- Incredibly smart, made all 100’s in school and almost got a perfect SAT score (1560 out of 1600)

- Pete has ADHD, and he can barely keep still if he’s just hanging around and not doing anything

- His birthday is 4/20 (HAPPY BIRTHDAY PETE BABY ILYSM) and he’s a Taurus

- He’s 5’10, and kind of self concious he didn’t hit at least 6’

- He lives with his uncle, but his uncle is almost always gone on business trips

- His uncle is his best friend, they do almost everything together when Unc’s in town

- He likes to cook and bake, and he’s always whipping something up in the kitchen for his S/O

- Always painting, anything and everything he can think of

- Prefers to paint his S/O, he’s obsessed with them and wants to memorize every dimple, freckle and curve of their form

- Likes when his S/O does his hair, does his skin care, or when his S/O just does anything with him

- He’s not the type to be all up in his S/O’s business, but he does like hearing from them once a day at least

- Owns a PT Cruiser he’s had since we was in highschool

- He calls it “Miranda”, after a long inside joke from when all the goths hung out together

- Likes decorating with stickers, and you can normallly find stickers on his car, on his laptop, one his phone and on his Emotional Support Water Bottle ™️

- Likes to cook and help run the food shelter

- BLEEDING HEART. EMOTIONAL BABY BOY. IF S/O CRIES, HE CRIES, IF S/O MAD, HE MAD

- In tune with his emotions, and believes it’s very healthy to share how you’re feeling

- Unironically listens to 2000’s club music. His favorite is Wobble by V.I.C

- Writes poetry, and does so extremely beautifully

- He’s a nerd I love him so much he’s my little baby doll

Michael:

- Kind of an asshole, but more in the endearing way and not in the jerk way

- Michael has moments where he forgets what he’s doing and he ends up just sitting down and not doing the original task

- Has definitely ruined dinner quite a few times because of his forgetfulness

- He likes knitting, something that he picked up in highschool and perfected a few years later

- He’s always singing, making a beat, or writing down things he thinks would be good lyrics

- When he’s busy with a recording session, he will stay at the studio for hours on end until everything he and his bandmates do is just right

- Back to being an endearing jerk, his S/O is always bullied by him just so Michael can make them feel better by kissing them and giving them everything they want tenfold

- Sends flowers to his S/O’s job, or really, wherever S/O is

- Kind of possessive, not in the “Oh no” way, but in the “Okay, that’s hot” way

- He’s 6’7, and loves leaning on his S/O because he’s a shithead who thinks it’s funny to just prop up on people shorter than him

- His birthday is April 21st, which he is so excited about because that’s Robert Smith’s birthday, and that makes him a Taurus

- Speaking of, he really is as stubborn as a damn bull sometimes

- If S/O wants to do something, they have to practically beg on their knees for Michael to go and do that thing with them

- Sometimes, S/O debates whether Michael really is stubborn or he just takes pleasure in seeing them beg

- DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS DATE NIGHTS Michael’s guilty pleasure is spoiling his S/O and he never takes no for an answer when he asks if you’d like to go out with him

- Owns a black 1990 Cadillac Brougham

- He’s a really big fan of vintage cars, he just thinks they’re so unique and they looked better before the 2000’s

- Big sweet tooth, and is constantly eating something sweet

- Owns a hairless cat named Boo that he likes to dress up

- Has a secret want to own all kinds of hairless mammals, he just thinks they’re so cute

- Has scary dog vibes, but he’s honestly more like an edgy golden retriever

- Likes to pick on his S/O, just so he has an excuse to hold them in his arms and smother them with love and affection

- He’s never actually mean to his lover, but if he’s mad, he does prefer to stay away from them until he calms down

- Michael’s got some issues he needs to work on, but all he needs is a healthy support system and he’ll be good

- Would never forgive himself if he did something that actually upset you

- He’s a butthead but a sweet butthead and he deserves everything in the world I love this man

#sp goth kids #south park goth kids #sp michael #sp henrietta #sp pete #south park michael #south park henrietta #south park henrietta biggle #sp henrietta biggle #south park pete #south park pete thelman #sp pete thelman #sp pete x reader #south park pete x reader #sp henrietta x reader #south park henrietta x reader

[ventingfanfics]

Better Together (Shuri x Reader)

You’d had enough. Without a word, you stood and retreated from the room of partygoers. You didn’t stop walking until the door was in front of you, your hand shaking as you unturned the knob and set yourself free. The sound of quick footsteps that followed were ignored by you. 

“Y/N,” a voice called, slipping outside into the humidity with you before you could close the door. It was Shuri. Really, it should have been your girlfriend, not your girlfriend’s friend, that came to check on you.

Her eyes softly regarded you. She knew you were upset, and she couldn’t blame you. Still feeling not only irritated but embarrassed, you turned forward. 

“Do you want me to take you home?” 

Regretfully, you had ridden with your girlfriend in her car to the house party. You wished you’d taken your car instead. 

“That’s sweet, but I don’t want to take you away from them,” You said, referring to her friends that were still most likely enjoying themselves inside. Including your girlfriend.

Shuri kissed her teeth, not the least bit worried about the party. “No, come on. I’ll take you home.” Her tone of voice and the look on her face indicated this was no longer an offer but an order. You metaphorically shrugged and took your place in the passenger’s seat of one of her favorite cars: the purple Lexus LC 500.

One of your new favorite songs played as the convertible got on the road. You sang along and even danced a little in your seat. A small smile rested on Shuri’s face. She cranked the volume and drove faster. 

When the song finished, Shuri noticed you were ready to talk, so she lowered the volume. 

“I’m not a jealous person,” You said. “I just don’t see why she has to obsess over this girl. There’s having a crush and there’s being disrespectful.” You glanced at Shuri who looked passive. 

She caught your gaze. “I’m listening.”

“I knew when I met her that she liked her, and didn’t mind. But she’s doing too much. It’s like she wants to make me jealous. Always praising and drooling over her—in front of everyone, no less.”

Shuri now looked disgusted. 

“I don’t know what’s wrong with your friend,” You finished. 

“Neither do I.”

You had noticed that you weren’t near your house at all, though you didn’t mind. However, you were shocked to see you pull into Wakandaland. 

Shuri parked the car and laughed softly at your reaction, completely focusing on you. “You forgive me, Y/N?”

You laughed. “You’re lucky I’m into rides.”

And ride you did. This outing brought out your inner child. It was nice to see Shuri having fun as well. She had shared that she was developing a new attraction to the park. 

“Sssh, don’t tell anyone,” She’d told you when you were on a calmer ride that reminded you of the ferris wheel, but better. “It’s top secret.”

Your eyes widened. “That’s amazing, Shuri!” 

She smiled hard, and you resisted the urge to kiss her cheek. “I know. I am a little nervous, but mostly excited.”

“Look at you, expanding your talents. You can do anything, girl. Anything you set your mind to.”

You didn’t dwell on her deep stare at the latter statement. It was enough to warm your body, though, you ignored it. You instead put your attention to your phone for the first time since you’d arrived. You sucked your teeth. “Can you believe she only called me once and didn’t even leave a voicemail or text?” 

Realizing you were talking to yourself, your eyes darted around the park, seeing some families and couples, but no Shuri. As you walked around and got ready to contact her, you felt someone cover your eyes. 

“Y/N Y/L/N?” If not for her poor attempt of disguising her voice, you would have screamed and jumped into action. She laughed when you swatted her, softly glaring at her. 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry.Does this make up for it?” She revealed a prize that she’d just won for you. Your face broke into a smile. 

~~

The night came to an end. Or so it seemed as Shuri walked you to your door. Why did you feel nervous? You typically felt relaxed around Shuri. You didn’t know if it was because she was the one who always checked on you when your girlfriend acted out of line or because you were used to your girlfriend leaving Shuri to look after you. 

In this moment you felt like someone who just went on a date and liked it. You wondered if Shuri would kiss you. A part of you felt like a school girl who wanted to replay your time together. The other part didn’t want it to end. 

“Well, I hope you had fun, Y/N,” She said, clasping her hands in front of her. She looked at you genuinely. Her voice gave away that she was a little nervous. Was she feeling what you were feeling?

“I had a blast,” You said with a smile, feeling comfortable again. “Thank you for taking my mind off my joke of a relationship—once again.”

Shuri’s own smile faded. “I meant it earlier when I said I don’t know why she mistreats you. She’s so into that girl from social media that she fails to see what’s in front of her, and how lucky she is.”

Your eyes glimmered. “You would make a girl lucky, too.”

Her face lit up. “Yeah?”

“Of course! If I was a different kind of girl, I would’ve…let’s just say, I’ve been on my best behavior, especially when she makes it so easy to cheat with you.” 

Shuri’s eyebrows went up and she smiled, stepping closer. “What are you saying?” You’d never seen her stare harder.

“No, I was just saying that she’s always leaving us together and you’re always cleaning up her mess, treating me the way she should be treating me…” You spoke a little too fast, your words running together. Shuri found it cute. 

She licked her lips and stepped even closer, holding eye contact. “You know, I used to feel guilty for having certain thoughts about you. But we both know she doesn’t deserve you.”��

Your heart could burst from all the butterflies. “What kind of—“

The loudness of a car door slamming shut interrupted you. You and Shuri whipped your heads to see your girlfriend approach your residence. You looked at Shuri whose visage turned firm. 

“Were you about to kiss my girl?” Your girlfriend asked her. 

You scoffed, “You have a lot of damn nerve.”

“Yeah, whatever. Unlock the door, will ya?”

You just scowled at her until you heard Shuri try to calm you with an “it’s okay.” Like magic, you felt relaxed again and opened your door. To your surprise your girlfriend didn’t follow you. 

She confronted Shuri. “I think you’re taking this ‘look after Y/N’ thing a little too seriously, don’t you think?” 

Shuri didn’t back down.“Then woman up and do your job.” Truthfully, she didn’t want that to happen. She wanted her to continue to screw up. 

Girlfriend leaned back. “Letting that white horse, savior shit go to your head, huh?”

Shuri narrowed her eyes. “There is so much wrong with that statement, but for the sake of my time, I won’t even go there. Y/N has been putting up with your mess for too long. She’s over it, and so am I.”

“Oh, she’s over it, huh? Y/N, are you over it? Are you leaving me?” She called loudly, coming into the house.

“Do not taunt her!” Shuri said, following her.

You rolled your eyes as girlfriend tried to reach for you. “Yes, I am over it. Worry about Deleelah Joy.”

“That’s not fair, babe, she’s a celebrity—“

“You couldn’t even check on me and see if I was okay! I left your friends’ house and was gone for three hours and you only contacted me once! You do this all the time! I deserve better! The way you always leave me with Shuri, you must want me with her anyway!”

Shuri mean-mugged your girlfriend while your girlfriend frowned at your words. You refused to let her sadness affect you. 

“All of this over a celebrity crush, babe?” 

“Could you imagine if I always talked about Letitia Wright and bragged over how fine and smart and talented she is? How sexy she is? Always gushing over her and showing you her posts?”

“Letitia Wright…who’s Letitia Wright…oh, the one who looks like Shuri?”

Both of you looked at Shuri who was shaking her head to herself. You couldn’t help but smile and she mustered a soft smile of her own at you. 

Your girlfriend noticed this connection you and Shuri seemed to share. The smile on your face was one she hadn’t seen in a while. It was rare and it was stunning. Now that she thought about it, you tended to look serious, annoyed, or tense when she was around you. You had stopped smiling at her the way you were smiling at Shuri. 

“You do favor her, you know,” You mentioned, since it was brought up.

Her smile grew. “I will take that as a compliment.”

“You should.”

Damn, I can’t deny they look cute, Your girlfriend thought. She had some serious thinking or reflecting to do. Without a word, she took her leave. You and Shuri exchanged looks after watching her retreating frame. You heard the door close and you shrugged.

Shuri went over to you and pulled you into a hug. Sighing, you leaned into her warm embrace, engulfing her tall lithe frame. 

“I think she knows we’d be better together,” Shuri said, working calm circles into your lower back and hip.

~~~

Months later

“Give me a kiss, usana.”

Your lips happily touched and moved together. Your bodies melded as you tasted each other’s mouthes and swallowed any sounds between you. The both of you were left a breathing mess. Shuri’s head tilted against the wall as her hands gripped your ass. You grinned to yourself at how aroused she was. 

“We have to touch up our makeup, but it’s okay,” You said, laughing some. This was a big day for Shuri. She was moments away from giving an address about the new attractions to Wakandaland. 

“I need you to calm me down, not heat me up,” Shuri joked. 

“You’re gonna kill it, my love. Like always.” 

“Do you remember when I told you about it?”

You playfully rolled your eyes. Shuri had become something of an old-timer when she would often recall sharing with you that she’d been developing something for Wakandaland and how that same day sealed your fate as a couple. 

“Why you gotta hate on our history? That was an important day for us.”

You giggled at the language she chose and lifted her hand, kissing it. “I love that you find that day just as special as I do.”

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[older-skywalker]

Reda walked through the village happy as could be, in her right hand was Lexus’s and on her back was Poe who she could tell was looking everywhere. The clones were milling around the village market and would wave at the small family. Reda was happy to be out of the house and this was going to be a beautiful day.

@reda-aves

Poe giggles and smiles as he held onto his mother as Lexus held her hand as they walked around the village "So, what shall we do/get today?"

[lexusiswriting]

A love you deserve (Ricky Olson) - Part 13 of ?

Hi guys!

I know it's been a long time and I'm sorry for that. :( Hope you'll like this part. <3

Warnings: none.

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Ricky’s point of view

We had to stay for 4 more hours to work on the song. It was still not done, but we made some changes to it. In the meantime, Lexus told Chris that she was not feeling well and she would go home. Of course, it was a lie, and he knew it had something to do with me. But surprisingly, he did not say anything to me.

While I was driving home, I couldn’t stop thinking about her. There must be something I can do to make her trust me again. At the same time, I hated myself for being another burden on her mind, next to her ex-husband. He did her so wrong, and I hoped I would never see him again because I knew I would regret later what I would do to him.

Suddenly, I took the right exit instead of the left one. My brain made me choose the road to her home instead of mine. I decided that it may be a sign, something I need to do right now, or I’ll never get another chance. 6 years have already passed and I couldn’t wait any longer.

I parked my car and went to the door. For a couple of minutes, I contemplated if I should do it or if it was better to leave. Again, my unconscious moved my hand and knocked on the door. After a couple more minutes, which felt like hours, Lexus was in front of me.

“Ricky, what are you doing here? I thought I made myself very clear when I told you to leave me alone.”

“I know, and I’m sorry for that. But I really can’t get you out of my head and my heart. The only thing I am asking is for one more chance to make things clear. After I will explain everything, if you don’t want to have anything to do with me, I promise I will step back.”

She looked at me dead in the eyes and a tired sigh left her lips. Still thinking that it may be wrong, she moved a little so she could let me enter.

“We can talk in the living room, my daughter is with her father. Start explaining.”

“I don’t know how many times I can say it, but I’m really sorry for everything. From the moment we met, I only brought sadness into your life. Now I’m sure, more than ever, that the only thing I want in this life is you.”

“This is not easy at all, Ricky. You can’t expect me to forgive you just like that, jump into your arms, and pretend nothing ever happened.”

“Of course, I know that. But we can take things slowly. Then you’ll see I’m not the man I used to be. You can trust me.”

“How slow do you think would be best?”

“Well, I can assure you, nothing intimate would happen. Not even holding hands if you don’t feel comfortable doing it. We can be friends first. Having dinners together, watching a movie or just talking when we need to get something out of our chest.”

“What if it will make things worse?”

“It can never happen. We can try and when we feel things are going in the wrong direction we can stop. But at least we will know that we tried.”

Lexus stood up from the couch and walked around the room. While she was thinking of an answer, I was feeling like I could faint at any moment. There she was, the woman of my life, deciding our future.

“I guess we can try.”

All I wanted at that moment was to take her in my arms and kiss her with all the passion I had in me. But remembering what we agreed on, I just smiled, knowing this was a win as well. Now I had the opportunity to show her how much she means to me.

After 6 months

Lexus’s point of view

Motionless In White released their album “Scoring the End of the World” and it was a huge success. Their fans loved it so much, the songs did so great on the charts, and I couldn’t be any much happier for them. Now they had to prepare for the world tour, which will start in about 2 months.

At the same time, Ricky and I got to be the most talked about topic. A lot of pictures were released with us from what we thought was going to be a private moment. The speculations started right away, all of them saying that we got back together, which was not the case. There were some not-so-nice ones as well when people would say that I divorced Corey just to be with Ricky, not thinking of my daughter’s feelings. After a few of those, I stopped reading the news when they popped on my phone.

Apart from these things, I was having a really great time with Ricky. We started to get to know each other for a second time, discovering how much we changed through the years. He kept his promise and never tried anything without my consent and after 6 months of being friends, we only got to hold hands. I appreciated how he never complained about it and forced me to do something I would not want.

Even though there was not much happening romantically between us, I took him home to meet my daughter. Corey was not happy about it, especially thinking that Ricky could become one day her stepfather. Regardless of that, my daughter liked him from the beginning. She would show him all of her favourite toys and make him play with her, which was the sweetest thing I ever saw. I knew that in my final decision, I had to include her as well, and I was glad to see how well they got along.

Tonight we decided to have dinner at my place. While we were preparing the food, Blaire was upstairs in her room. The tour will start in 2 months and I knew I wanted to make things straight before he would be gone for 7 months. I knew I would never have this good of an opportunity any time soon, and I wanted to get it out of my chest.

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Room For One More

Summary: Is there room for one more in the Barber Family household? Someone is convinced there is... Andy Barber x Black!Reader

Warnings: Discussions of Pregnancy, Attentive Andy, Frustrated Andy, Frustrated Reader, Cursing, Minors DNI

A/N: Prompt courtesy of an anonymous reader. Part of my Growing Pains Series. Please let me know what you think. Not beta'd. All mistakes are my own.

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Andrew bounces on his heels in the drug store aisle as he scans the items on the shelves. For the life of him, he couldn’t remember which ones his wife had brought home last time.

Shit! Why were there so many options? Accura Health, First Response, Clear Blue Digital…Jesus!

“Eh, fuck it.” He grumbles as he tosses three different brands into his shopping basket. His wife was pregnant with their fifth child – he was almost sure of it. But just to be certain, he was taking the liberty of picking up a few tests.

All the signs had been there – the nausea, the moodswings. Not to mention the fact that she’d completely missed her cycle last month. And the cravings! Just the other day he’d found her dunking cold cucumbers in microwaved zesty italian dressing, like she had with Katrina. 

But what had really solidified it was when he’d walked into the den after putting the kids down to see her enjoying toast slathered in butter, topped with nutella, marshmallow fluff, and sliced bananas. Her favorite food while she was carrying the twins. And no, his sweet girl had not been willing to share. Not that he’d wanted a bite anyway.

Feeling excited, Andy makes his way to the self-checkout lane. He was a little late for dinner, but since he had a box of desserts safely tucked away in the backseat of his Lexus, he wasn’t too concerned.

___

Twenty minutes later…

Leaving the back of pregnancy tests in the car, Andy quickly grabs the cookies and jogs into the house. He missed his wife and kids. His little family had turned him all kinds of soft, and he did not give a shit.

“Hello Barber family!” He calls out as he waltzes through the door. “Daddy’s home and he’s brought treats!” Andy doesn’t even bother fighting the grin that spreads over his features when he hears his children’s excited squeals coming from down the hall. 

“Ah, ah! Finish your dinner, please. RoRo, sit down, honey. Daddy will be in here in a moment. KitCat, are you done eating? No? Then please plant your tushy back in that chair.Thank you.”

Box of desserts in hand, Andy pauses at the kitchen entryway. He watches his lovely wife as she flits around the table cutting up meat and encouraging Junior to try whatever vegetable she cooked that night. His children, ever a lively bunch, are busy talking and making eachother laugh in between bites of food. And then his eyes stray to an empty seat. 

Yes, God willing, there was room for one more. 

“You planning on joining us, Big Man? Or are you just gonna stand there?” You ask when you spy your husband’s lurking form. Happy to see him, you wander over to brush a soft kiss against his lips. “You handsome ass creeper.” 

You smile and snag the box from him, anxious to see what he’s brought home for you and your little monsters. 

Ooh, cookies!

“Alright my beautiful Barber babies, how about you tell Daddy all about your day while I make him something to eat, hm?” You watch as Andy takes a seat at the table, only to stifle a giggle when all four of your kiddos launch into an animated conversation all at once.

“Woah. Woah! One at a time, guys and gals. Let’s start with A.J., then Rory, then KitCat, and then we’ll finish up with BiBi. Take it away, Junior.”

Turning back to the task at hand, you go about fixing something for the both of you. Knowing that he would want everything, you load the plates with pan fried turkey chops smothered in sauteed onions and mushrooms along with a homemade gravy. Then you add a helping of buttered noodles and garlic butter asparagus tips. 

While you’re busy, you hear your husband moving around behind you, setting empty dishes in the sink and rummaging around the cupboards for paper plates so that he can begin serving dessert.

“Let’s see what Daddy’s got for everyone, shall we?” He says as he begins handing out treats. “I’ve got a sea salt chocolate chip for Baroness Bianca Bibbity, a sugar cookie with rainbow sprinkles for Lady Katrina, an iced lemon butter for Princess RoRo, and finally…a red velvet for Sir A.J. Plus two triple chocolate fudge delights for Mama and me.” Your man tosses a sweet wink your way. 

A chorus of “thank yous” fills the room as the kids begin devouring their respective sweets. 

“Andy Bear, you wanna eat now or…?”

“Depends, sweet girl. Will I be dining alone or can I expect some company if I wait?”

“Hmm…I suppose I could make myself available after we get these snickerdoodles into bed.” You tell him as you go to wrap your arms around his trim waist, taking a moment to inhale his cologne, mixed with the scent of his aftershave. 

“Well then, let’s get this show on the road. Now, who needs more milk?”

___

Forty-five minutes later…

With all four tiny heads in bed, you and Andy traipse back down to the kitchen to finally enjoy your own dinner. As you begin heating everything up, you notice that he heads back out to the garage, only to reemerge a few moments later holding a bag from the local drugstore. 

“Whatcha got in there?” You ask as he goes to sit it on the counter before joining you at the table.

“How about we talk about it while we eat, hm?”

“Oookay.” Is all you say as you set down both plates, along with two glasses of raspberry flavored sparkling water. 

“Holy shit.” He mumbles once he finally gets a good look at his meal. “This looks incredible, baby girl…” Andy moans softly as he bites into a tender piece of turkey. 

“Glad you like it. You wanna take leftovers for lunch?”

Your husband’s eyes go big. “There’s extra?” 

“Yep.” Your eyes dart over to the pan resting on the stove. “I only want one, so I’ll pack up the other two for you.” You let out a small shriek when he proceeds to grab the back of your chair and drag it closer to his own. 

“I fucking love you, Y/N. And speaking of love…” Andy gets up to retrieve the mystery bag from its place on the counter. You watch as he pulls out three different boxes of…

Pregnancy tests?

“Um, honey?”

“Sorry, but I couldn’t remember which brand you preferred so…” He shrugs.

Setting down your knife and fork, you pick up a box and turn it over in your hands. “I’m afraid you’ve lost me, Andy Bear.”

“I think you ought to take a couple of those tonight.”

You stare at the man as if he’s lost his marbles. “Andy, baby, I’m not pregnant.” 

“But I think you might be, Y/N.” He sits down next to you and opens a different box, pulling out a test. “I’ve been paying attention. You skipped your period last month, and then there’s the mood swings –”

“What mood swings? When?” You turn to glare at him. You didn’t have mood swings, damn it. People just liked to test your patience these days – the PTA, soccer moms, long lines at the grocery store, etc. “I don’t have mood swings, Andrew.” You finish with a growl.

“Uh huh. And what about the cucumbers with warm Italian dressing, or the toast with the nutella and marshmallow fluff?”

Jesus, your husband really had been paying attention to you!

“Dunno. They just sounded good at the time.” And they very had been. Shaking your head, you go back to enjoying your meal . “Plus, I’m on the pill. And my cycle has always been a little wonky on account of my PCOS. Sweetie, you know this.”

You hated to bust his bubble like this, you really did.

Undeterred, Andy continues to make his case. “You were on the pill with Bianca.”

“True, but I was also taking a series of antibiotics around that same time too. It most likely cancelled out the birth control.” You pop a couple more bites of food into your mouth before moving your hand to rest atop his larger one.

“And with Katrina?”

“I didn’t always take it consistently back then. And before you bring up the twins, I’d like to point out that we were actively trying for one baby and ended up walking out of the hospital with two.”

Andy rolls his eyes. “Okay, I get it. But how ‘bout you just do me a kindness and take a couple anyway, huh? I’ll wait outside the door.”

Exasperated, your fingers go to pinch the bridge of your nose. “Andrew, for the last time, I don’t need to take a test because I’m not pregnant. Now can we please just move on already?” 

Good God, sometimes this man could be so frustrating!

He rakes a hand through his hair. “For fucks sake, Y/N…baby…can you just go try for me? Please?”

“I don’t have to pee right now.” You mutter, picking up your glass and plate which you then place in the sink.

“Then chug a glass of water and wait ten minutes!” Andy snaps before he can catch himself.

“Would you like me to wrap up your dinner or do you want to heat it up again?” Let it go, Andrew.

“Why are you being so stubborn about this?” He growls.

“I could ask you the same damned thing.” You snipe back under your breath. “Okay, look. If I take a test - just one - will you leave it alone?”

Andy opens another box before handing over two different tests. “Take both of these and I’ll shut up.” He tells you as he wraps one solid arm around your small waist so that he can lead you to the bathroom down the hall. 

Once you reach your destination, you don’t even bother trying to shut the door. After almost fifteen years together your man had seen it all, and so had you. Plus, Andrew Barber also liked to throw tantrums whenever he encountered you and locked doors. 

“Do you have to look right at me, you annoying ass ogre?” You grumble as you go to pee on the first stick before placing it on a folded piece of tissue. 

“Y/N, can you honestly tell me that you don’t want one more? I mean, you can’t deny the fact that we make some beautiful babies.”

Instead of responding, you deposit a second test next to the first and then conclude your business. You then pull up your pants and wash your hands. 

“Our babies are the most gorgeous little creatures to have ever walked the earth. But…”

“But what?”

You simply shake your head and then grab his wrist to check his watch for the time. 

“But what, Y/N?” A mildly frustrated Andy asks again. “Finish what you were going to say.”

“Time’s up.” You announce, both of you leaning forward to look at the results…

One line. You weren’t pregnant.

“Oh, thank God.” You murmur as you breathe out a sigh of relief. 

“Seriously?” Your unhappy husband grunts. He picks up one of the sticks to examine it more closely. “I was so sure. Maybe we should try one from the other box.”

Okay, it was time to put your Big Man out of his well-meaning misery. 

“Andy Bear.” You reach up to grab his face. “Let me say that I appreciate just how attentive you are with me and the kids, like, all of the time. You’re amazing, honey. But I’m not pregnant. And I’m okay with that.”

“But we can keep trying and –”

“I’m not necessarily closing the door on the idea of having another, but I also kind of think that my body is done.” You allow your thumbs to gently massage the bearded apples of his cheeks. “It feels to me like our little family is complete.” Your arms move to wrap themselves around his neck. “Doesn’t your heart feel full, my love? I mean, our four Barber babies pack quite the punch.”

Andy lets out a resigned sigh, feeling defeated. “So baby number five is out, huh?” The look on his face is enough to break your heart. 

“How about we bookmark this chapter and agree to revisit it later. If it happens, it happens. But keep in mind that I’m also pushing thirty-eight. And right now, I think it might be best if we focus on the munchkins that we have.” 

A glimmer of hope sparks behind your husband’s eyes. 

“So there’s still a chance…?”

“There’s always a chance. And please believe me when I say that I am always down for practicing. Wouldn’t want your moves getting rusty, Mr. Barber. You might pull something.” You throw a saucy wink his way.

“Watch it, you little brat.” Andy growls playfully. “I’m this close to dragging you into my study and knocking you up right now.” His lips leave a trail of kisses along the column of your throat. 

“I love you, Andy.” You whisper as his mouth takes in a searing kiss. “Always and forever.”

“I love you too, baby girl. Forever and always.”

END

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[tvgals]

‘DAMN SON, WHERE’D YA’ FIND THAT?’

2000’s trailer park! eddie x 2000’s black! trailer park! reader <3

black! reader, language, sex, nudity, pg-13

‘eddie? boy, quit gawkin’ at the new lady and help me with my damn car.’ wayne says from under his Lexus SC430. eddie just shakes his head.

‘sorry, wayne. she’s just so.. hot! i don’t know what it is about her. i should just talk to her! shouldn’t i, wayne?” he asks, handing wayne his wrench. “gone ahead, boy. don’t scare her off.” he says, his smirk hidden by the undercarriage. there you were. sitting on your steps, watching your mom and older sister load their things into the trailer, turning your head to talk to your mom. sooner or later, you turn around to see eddie standing awkwardly, kicking rocks and looking at his feet.

‘here for someone?’ you ask, eddie’s head snaps up and he clears his throat. ‘oh, uh yeah! i just wanted to introduce you! i’m uhh.. your neighbor eddie, and that’s my uncle wayne.’ he says, pointing to the shirtless man still under his car. “oh! well i'm y/n and that’s my sister, and my mom! thanks for welcoming us!” you say, pulling his arm up and shaking his hand. you turn around as your coogi denim shorts sway behind you, the door rocking back and forth before closing completely. eddie ran back to his uncles car and was past giddy.

‘jeez wayne! she shook my hand without me having to ask for one! i wonder if we’re going to the same highschool?!’ eddie was almost never this excited. besides his d&d campaigns of course. eddie walked back into his trailer and grabbed his song book, technically, this would be a little weird. but, in eddie’s mind, he was just doing something sweet! so he got to writing. lyrics were one of the only ways he knew how to really express himself. he knew that him writing was easier than outright telling someone how he felt, even if it was for someone he just met out the trailer park.

wednesday rolled around and he practically skipped into school with roses and butterflies floating on his side. the hellfire members quickly noted his out of the blue behavior and started asking questions. ‘what’s got you so happy?” dustin asks, eddie’s eyes shoot open and he takes a deep breath.

‘there’s this new girl at the trailer park, she’s absolutely perfect. i mean, i haven’t really talked to her or gotten to know her, but still!’ eddie justifies. soon enough murmurs and whispers come from students around. eddie looks up to see you: known to the group as trailer park girl. ‘eddie? hi!’ you say recognizing him immediately. you wave at people saying hi while you walk towards eddie and his friends.

‘dude, you never said she was hot.’ gareth says in eddie’s ear. eddie was beaming ear to ear.

‘y/n! didn’t think i’d see you here! even though you look your age i totally didnt mean to come off that you look younger than you do, we’ll i mean you look great i love your shorts! sorry.’ eddie says, he looks as red as a tomato at this point! you giggle. ‘jeez eddie, are you always like this? and who’re your friends?’ you ask, eyes skimming over the collection of freshman through seniors.

‘i’m dustin!’ says the shorter curly haired boy, ‘gareth. nice to meet you.’ he says, beaming. ‘jeff.’ ‘mike.’ and so on. you smilies and nodded your head. ‘nice to meet all of you! you seem very sweet.’ you say. hearing the bell, you shoot one more smile and you all situate to your classes. ‘holy shit. she is perfect! maybe she’s into d&d too.’ gareth says, following eddie. ‘yeah. i’ll ask her later. but now i gotta focus on passing this damn chem test.’

the lunch bell rang and and everyone was packed in the hallway like a can of sardines. soon enough, you found your way to the cafeteria and found yourself standing at the end of the hellfire table. ‘hey, mind if i sit here?’ you ask, hands dug deep into your pockets. ‘sure! no need to ask!’ eddie says, shooing dustin and mike down the bench. listening to eddie and his group talk felt as an eternity. in the pause of a conversation you blurt out a question, quickly surprising your lips afterwards. ‘what’s..hellfire?’

‘i’m glad you asked!’ said eddie, he was practically bouncing up and down. a girl as pretty as you has never wanted to know about their group like this. after hearing the lengthy explanation from eddie and his peers, the bell rang. the last two periods were a breeze. it seemed as math got easier since your freshman year. thank god for that. walking out the school, you started your route home. you plugged your ipod up and started your journey.

it was a good day - ice cube.

you were jamming on your way back home. you turned to check your surroundings and saw a big bulky van trailing behind you. in your intuition, you started walking the other way, just to make sure. looking back once again you saw the van following you, so you stopped dead in your tracks and waited for the van to stop in front of you. while the van creeped up, the window rolled down. sooner or later you make it out to be eddie. a smile tugging at your lips. ‘needa ride?’

after he dropped you off home, you gave your thanks and walked back into your trailer. ‘i’m home!’ you said, your mom playing soul music which sailed throughout the pact home. you smiled to yourself, the smile fading slowly when you heard a knock on the door. 'i'll get it.' you announced, jogging to the door. eddie on the other side was sweating. well, maybe not sweating, but it felt like he was. opening the door your eyebrows knitted in confusion, you were just with him, what could he want now? when eddie heard the door being unlocked, he straightened his back up almost immediately. you peered out of the door and smiled, opening it wider to get a full view of eddie.

'hey.' you say, swaying your hips subtly to the beat of the music in the background. 'uh..hey! so uhh i thought you looked really pretty the other day and uh i write music so' he cut his sentence off to take a deep breath. 'i wrote a piece of music for you and i was gonna play it with my band this weekend so, maybe you'd wanna tag along? of course you're free to decline, but we've never had a pretty girl like you at our shows.' he finishes his rant and he looks you into your eyes, expecting rejection. you giggle.

'well thanks, pretty boy. where's the band playing at?' you ask. 'uhh we call it the "hideout" you can ride in my van if you'd want.' eddie says giddy and over the moon. 'sure. i'd be happy to tag along. thanks for the invite.' you said, winking and walking back into the trailer. eddie jumped off your porch and pumped his fist in victory. he's never been this lucky before.

thurdsday came and eddie walked into his friend group. 'did she say yes?' gareth asks, hearing dustin and mike fake gag over something lucas said. 'yes. she said she would tag along! she even said she'd hop in my van. i'm so excited for this weekend.' as soon as eddie finished his sentence you walked in with your tanktop and microbraids in a up-down do. 'hey guys.' you announced yourself. 'hey y/n,' everyone reciprocated. smiles being flashed. bells rung throughout the day and lunch rolled around once again. eating and laughing almost drowned out the yells from the jocks directed at the hellfire table.

'hey.. got a new piece of meat huh? hey, sweetheart..' jason cooed. 'hey, leave her alone man. she just got here.' eddie defends, fists balled up in anger. 'im not talking to you, sicko.' jason said, leaning over and whispering something in your ear, making you jump and get up from the table, not without an awkward 'bye'. eddie and all his peers took glances at one another as you walked out the cafeteria. 'what did that jerkwad say to her? she just got here and she's totally getting scared off already.' eddie said. he stood from the head of the table and followed after you.

'y/n, y/n, come back! what's wrong? what did he say?' eddie asks, jogging after you. 'nothing, eddie. don't worry about it.' you assure. stepping into the back of the school. 'no, i can't not worry about it when my friend is getting talked down on.' he explained finally catching up to your figure.

'he said some things about me. y'know, being black and all.' you say, pausing the music playing on your ipod. 'oh jeez. i'm sorry, y'know i think you're great. you deserve more respect than what you get.' he comforted, smiling at you. the sound of classes switching bellowed out the school and the two of you walked back inside. school finished and you hopped into eddie's van. happily, you guys rock out to metallica while dropping everyone else who tagged along off and the two of you were the only ones left.

'y'know, i'm glad you've been friendly to me since i've been here. not everyone's so nice to me these past years. thanks ed's.' you say, a soft smile on your face, fidgeting with your fingers. 'well it's not everyday a pretty girl wants to hang out with me.' eddie says, returning that same soft smile. 'welp, here you go. see you tomorrow?'

'tomorrow.'

#blkshoyo #ilysm <3 #ilovemyfollowers #i love being black #black reader #im black #being black #eddie x black reader #eddie munson #eddie x reader #eddie munson stranger things #eddie my beloved #eddie x you #eddie imagine #eddie x y/n #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson owns me wtf #stranger things x reader #steve stranger things #stranger things season 5 speculation #stranger things season five #stranger things season four #stranger things season three #stranger things season 4 #blktumblr

[hoe4sports]

“You look like me”

Jenni Hermoso x Caroline Graham Hansen (Child reader)

A/N: This was shit, I might redo this later. Also Jenni never left Barca. This is a series. Spanish is always google translate. No triggers.

Summary: You and Caro go on an adventure. You cross paths with an older lady, and your two mama’s are taking steps in their relationship.

Mami was desperately trying to get you ready for the day, but you couldn’t sit still. You were bouncing off the walls with excitement as you waited for Caroline. Caroline had promised you to take you to the toy store and the local ice cream shop without mami, and you were beyond excited. It was almost like the things Mami and Caroline did! “Princesa, you have to try to sit still” Mami sighted as she tried to brush your long hair for the 10th time. “Lo siento, Mami, I’m just happy” you sang as your little legs dangled from the chair that Mami had placed in the bathroom for you to sit on. Your hands touched the skirt of your dress, it was pink, glittery and had sequins; all the things that together made the recipe of a very happy little girl. “And done! What do you think, amor?” Mami said as she held your hands to stand up infront of the mirror. Your jaw dropped and your eyes widened. “Wow! Mami! Es fantástico!” You said as your touched your little half updo with the pink elastics. “Es perfecta” you say as your eyes is entranced in your reflection. “You are my favourite girl in the world, amor, mami loves you so so much” Mami said as she picked you up and held you tight to her chest. She would do that from time to time, holding you close for a little while without saying a word. This had happened for the first time the morning she had woken up to your screams as a new born, her wife nowhere to be seen only to pick you up as she found a note downstairs saying family life wasn’t for her wife. That was when she stopped caring about girls and drinks and parties; life was only about her little girl now. Her world withing her hands.

You breathed in mami’s familiar scent and listened to her heart beat only to be disrupted by the sound of someone entering downstairs. “Jenni, Lillevenn! I’m here!” She called as you shot your head up to look at Mami. “Mami, Mami! Es Caroline!” You said as you wiggled loose and bolted towards the hall and the stairway. You giggled as you ran, your hair flying in the wind and your giggles roaming around the hall. “Mamma, mamma!” You yelled as you jumped down the stairs and straight into Caroline’s arms. The words mamma meant so much to her. She didn’t ever imagine wanting kids, but when she met Jenni; she had fallen in love with both her and you. Mami just didn’t know it yet. Caroline had helped raise you, and it felt natural and completely platonic to call her mamma. That was what she called someone in norway that would read her bedtime stories, take her to football and give her kisses, and that had to be a good thing. You jumped into Caroline’s arms and looked up at her. “I’m excited” you said with a shyness in your voice. “Well, I am excited to spend time with my favourite girl in the whole world!” Caroline exclaimed while stroking your hair gently as she smiled down to you. “Let’s go to the car, si?” Caroline said as you took her head and walked out, Mami following close behind. “I’m just gonna take out her car seat, it’s pretty eas-“ mami begun as she unlocked your big suv Lexus. “No need” Caroline said as she opened up the backseat door to her car. “Caroline, she needs a carse-“ Mami said as she shook her head slightly scared. “Wow! A seat! For me? Pink mami, it’s pink” you squealed as you looked at the car seat in the back of Caroline’s car and jumped up into it. “I love it mami!” You said as you slipped into it and giggled. “A special seat for a special girl” Caroline said as she smirked and looked at Jenni. “Caroline, you are absolutely spoiling her. You didn’t have too! I could get one for your car” Mami said as she crossed her arms and looked at Caroline. Caroline was busy buckling you in, and when the belt snapped together like it was supposed to; she turned around to look at Mami. “I’m in this for the long haul”

—-

“And here we are lille prinsesse, are you ready?» Caroline said as you pulled up to the toy store. It was huge. It had pretty lights and so many colors. You could see huge toy sculptures in the front of the store. It looked magical. It was fantastic! “Yes mamma! It has pretty lights” you said as you beamed in the car seat. Caroline smiled while looking at you in the rear view mirror and unbuckled herself before getting out and helping you out. She loosened the buckle and reached for your hand as you jumped down, your little sandals with blinkers going crazy. You walked together towards the store, which was huge in comparison to your 3,5 year old frame. Your hand grabbed Caroline’s extra tight when you entered through the entrance, and she looked down on you comfortably. “Carry me?” You said as you bit your lip, a bit overstimulated with the whole situation. Just like a mother would, Caroline immediately picked you up and placed you on her hip. When she held you, nothing felt scary anymore. It was safe. Warm. And familiar.

“Wow, look at mirabell!” You squealed as you saw mirabell from Encanto. Caroline smiled and looked at the direction you were pointing towards. Together you walked through endless oceans of bouncy balls, Barbies, baby born, cars, swords, game and little houses with little people in. As she walked around carrying you tightly, scared to death of losing the most important thing in her life; your eyes caught a familiar doll. “Mamma, mamma! It’s Elsa and Anna! From Arendelle!” You shouted as you wiggled down from her grip and bolted towards the big isle of toys. “Woah” you said as your eyes were sparkling while looking up at all the boxes. “Is this what you want prinsesse?» she said as she looked at the big selection of toys. You nodded as you were still in awe. “Can I have the set? With Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and Kristoff” you asked as you were staring at the big box of figurines. “Of course, you can get anything you want skatt» she said reassuringly. She reached for the box that was high up on a shelf before you headed towards the exit to pay. She carried you out to the car, and got you all buckled in; safe and sound before heading towards the ice cream shop.

You were skipping next to her when she pointed to the ice cream shop. “Look lillevenn, there it is!” She said as she looked down on you. You giggled and jumped with joy as you pulled her along as fast as you could possibly move. The bell of the door rang when you entered the shop. It was bright and colorful with sprinkles on the walls. It had nice happy music and the smell was magical. It smelled like a strawberry soft serve with strawberry sauce and fresh cut strawberry. Your feet felt energised as you looked over all the flavours in the display. Caroline picked you up so you could see the ice cream. “Strawberry, chocolate, vanilla, banana, orange..Bubblebum!” You say as you point to each flavor. “You are so so smart prinsesse, you impress me every day. Now, do you know what flavour you want?” She said as she looks at you with awe. “Yes, mamma, si! I do know!” You squeal as you are being called to the front desk to order. “Hola princesa! Qué te gustaría pedir?” The older woman says making you giggle. Mami has made sure to speak both Spanish and English, just in case you were to move abroad making the transition easier. “Por favor, ¿puedo tomar helado de fresa?” You say as you smile towards the woman while pointing towards the pink mixture still safe on Caroline’s hip. “Por supuesto! quiere algo señora?» the woman says as her hand is scribbling quick. “helado de chocolate por favor” Caroline responds as the lady gestures for Caroline to pay and she taps her debitcard on the machine.

“Mamma, I love strawberry ice cream, thank you so so much!” You squeal as you dip your spoon into the pink ice cream happy as ever. "Taste mamma!" you say as you shove the spoon into Caroline's face who willingly leta you. "mmmm, it's very good skqtt" she says as she carefully wipes your face on the napkin. “Taste? Pleeeeease” you say as you give her your best puppy eyes. Caroline laughs as she strokes your cheek before offering you a taste of her chocolate ice cream. “Mmm, mamma, gracias, it’s yummy” you say as you lick your lips. An older mysterious woman drops her bag forcing all her coins to fall out of her grip. Your eyes widen as you let out a shocked sound before you wiggle down and start picking up all the coins. You look over at the woman as you hand her the coins and she smiles warmly to you. “Thank you princesa” she says as she touches your hand. Caroline instinctively has a hand on your shoulder and decides to pick you up feeling like you are safest on her hip. “Are you her mom? You look so alike. You have raised a very empathetic young woman.” She says just as she walks out of the shop with her bag. You look up at Caroline who kisses your head. “Let’s go home to mami.”

As you pull up to the driveway, you hold your newest addition to your toy collection close to your chest. Then you can see Jenni come out of the house waving at the car. She’s just standing in her slippers which you find silly so you let out a giggle. Mami opens up the door of your side of the car. “Princesa! I have missed you so much! How was your adventure?” She asks as she unbuckles you while you hold the box in her face. “Mami, Caroline gave me Elsa and Anna and Sven and Olaf and kristoff! From frozen” you say as you squeal. “Wow, aren’t you so lucky?” Mami said as she picks you up and holds you close. The familiarity of mami’s heartbeat and warmth is enough to make you feel so sleepy. You yawn as you lean towards her, taking in the familiar comforting scent that you love so much. At night when you were to sleep in your own bed, you would make sure to have mami’s shirt with you so you could feel comforted if you woke up in the middle of the night. “Are you tired, amor?” Mami says as you nod. Mami carries you inside and Caroline follows quickly behind. “I’m just gonna put her down for a nap, Caz. Feel like home” Jenni says as Caroline nods and puts down her jacket on the counter. Mami starts to walk up the stairs as you say “mamma also put me to bed”. Jenni looks at Caroline and gestures for her to join. Eventually, Mami sits at the edge of your bed while Caroline sits at the little lounge chair next to your bed. “Me look like mamma” you say as you yawn again while mr.sleep is knocking on your eyelids. Caroline blushes as Jenni smiles “Do you think you look like Mamma?” You nod as you close your eyes and pull your polar bear close. “She does, dosent she?” Jenni says as she tucks your hair behind your ear. “I don’t know, she looks like you” Caroline says as she tries to move to conversation forwards. “No, Caz. She does look like you. I can tell that she loves you like she loves me. And I know that you love her as your own.” Jenni continues as she tucks you in with your favourite pink fuzzy blanket. You suddenly say “we a family; mami, mamma and me.” As you drift further and further away from the situation while imagining Olaf eating big strawberries in Arendelle where Mamma is from. Jenni and Caroline stands close in your doorway as the shadow of their frames are standing close together. “I would love to be a family” Mami says as you drift complete off.

#woso imagine #caroline graham hansen #caroline graham hansen imagine #jenni hermoso #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader

[qroier]

spiderbit lyrics in hozier songs, in no particular order apart from the fact that this is how they are listed in the document i made months ago. not definitive because otherwise this would be a million miles long:

We'll steal her Lexus, be detectives /Ride 'round picking up clues

We tried the world, good God, it wasn't for us

There's something tragic about you / Something so magic about you

Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword / Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know

There's something broken about this / But I might be hoping about this / Oh, what a sin

I'd be home with you / I'd be home with you

When my time comes around / Lay me gently in the cold, dark earth / No grave can hold my body down / I'll crawl home to her

My babe would never fret none / About what my hands and my body done / If the Lord don't forgive me / I'd still have my baby and my babe would have me

I will not ask you where you came from / I will not ask you, neither should you / Honey just put your sweet lips on my lips / We should just kiss like real people do

You don't understand, you should never know / How easy you are to need

It can't be unlearned / I've known the warmth of your doorways / Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

When I was a man I thought it ended / When I knew love's perfect ache

When you move / I'm put to mind of all that I wanna be / When you move / I could never define all that you are to me

I'd be appalled if I saw you ever try to be a saint / I wouldn't fall for someone I thought couldn't misbehave

Who could ask you be unbroken or be brave again? / Or, honey, hope even on this side of the grave again / And who could ask you to be sound or to feel saved again? / But stick around until you hear that music play again

Whatever here that's left of me is yours just as it was / Just as it was, baby / Before the otherness came / And I knew its name / The love, the dark, the light, the flame

And tell me if somehow some of it remained / How long you would wait for me? / How long I've been away?

Be that hopeful feeling when Eden was lost (lover, be good to me) / That's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed (lover, be good to me) / Which side of the wall really suffers that cost? / Oh, lover, be good to me

With the roar of the fire, my heart rose to its feet / Like the ashes of ash I saw rise in the heat / Settle soft and as pure as snow / I fell in love with the fire long ago

But whose heart would not take flight? / Betray the moon as acolyte / On first and fierce affirming sight / Of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight

I had been lost to you, sunlight / And flew like a moth to you, sunlight, oh, sunlight / Oh, your love is sunlight

You are unbreaking / Though quaking / Though crazy / That's just wasteland, baby

If I was born as a blackthorn tree / I'd wanna be felled by you / Held by you / Fuel the pyre of your enemies

Ain't it warming you, the world gone up in flames? / Ain't it the life of you, your lighting of the blaze?

Remember once I told you 'bout / How before I heard it from your mouth / My name would always hit my ears / As such an awful sound

Some part of me must have died / Each time that you called me baby / But some part of me stayed alive /Each time that you called / Each time that you called

Do you think I'd give up / That this might've shook the love from me / Or that I was on the brink? / How could you think, darling, I'd scare so easily?

Darling, I would do it again, ah, ah / If I could hold you for a minute

And though I burn how could I fall? / When I am lifted by every word you say to me / If anything could fall at all, it's the world / That falls away from me

If there was anyone to ever get through this life / With their heart still intact, they didn't do it right

You know the distance never made a difference to me / I swam a lake of fire, I'd have walked across the floor of any sea

You called me angel for the first time / My heart leapt from me / You smile now, I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth

That I'd walk so far just to take / The injury of finally knowing you

The sky set to burst / The gold and the rust / The colour erupts / You filling my cup / The sun coming up /Like I lived my whole life /Before the first light / (Some bright morning comes)

The waking up, having forgotten / And remembering again the full extent / Of what forever is

But after this I'm never gonna be the same / And I am never going back again

#speaking #spiderbit #up to reader interpretation what lyric is who and what each lyric means #i have a very clear picture in my head but have fun with it please

[allemantheias]

Repaying AU. Little teaser from another wip. WC 484.

"Is Coronel Vargas available?" While I drove here, I ran all possible scenarios through my head. I didn't know which of them I should tell first, so after thinking about it the whole way here, I decided on Alejandro.

"The coronel is not here at the moment. Do you want to leave a message?" The woman behind the desk at the entrance doesn't even look up while she talks to me.

"His dark blue Lexus RZ is parked here, and all six patrol cars are too." I counted the patrol cars two weeks ago and Alejandro drove me home in his personal car to not draw attention to us in case of cartels scouting the roads, just now before I walked into the building I counted the patrol cars too.

"Who exactly are you that you know which car is his?" The receptionist pays attention to me now, I can see the shock in her eyes.

"I'm the woman he and Sergeant Major Parra rescued from cartel members two weeks ago. It's urgent." I'm not in the mood for this.

"I'll see if I can contact him. Have a seat in the waiting area." She goes back to ignoring me, focusses on the papers on the desk and I take the closest seat I find, put my bag down on the seat next to me. Unfortunately, I can't hear if she's actually calling Alejandro or fakes it to please me. Rudy and Alejandro won't leave me hanging if they know I'm here. They told me to come to them if I ever needed anything. Twenty minutes later my name gets called. Not by the woman behind the desk, an older-sounding woman. My name is called a second time and I look up to where the voice comes from. Rudy's mother!

"Yareli, what are you doing here? Did something happen?"

"Not really, I just have to discuss something with Alejandro. She refuses to contact him, though." I nod to the desk.

"Follow me." Rudy's mother walks to the desk and I take my bag, follow her. "Lia, she's with me."

"She has to be registered first!" The desk woman jumps up from her chair and rushes to a cabinet.

"No, she doesn't. No one can know she's here."

"Mrs. Parra, that's against the coronel's rules!"

"He doesn't want her in the system. Lia, let me handle this. Thank you." Rudy's mother grabs my hand and leads me around the metal detector gates into the actual building.

"Thank you, Mrs. Parra."

"It's also Violeta for you, carinõ." She enters the kitchen with me and pours a glass of fruit agua frescas for me. "Now tell me, what is troubling you?"

I really want to tell her, but what if Rodolfo doesn't want his mother to know yet? "I don't know if they want me to tell others."

"Do they know?"

"Not yet, that's why I'm here."

#alejandro vargas #alejandro vargas x reader #alejandro vargas x you #alejandro vargas x original female character #rodolfo parra x reader #rodolfo parra x you #rodolfo parra x original female character #rodolfo parra #spit roasted by alerudy #no one would care but im struggling with life too much atm. im behind on ale posts i have to read and comment on #im so sorry

[tocupid]

﹒peanut butter & tears

nonidol!beomgyu x gn!reader word count: 742 words masterlistwarning: use of substance (marijuana), substance abuse, cussing, undefined relationship, lmk if more synopsis: when things finally snap, what better to do than to get high in the flower field that you both met in? notes: finally got my ass up to work and since peanut butter & tears got released today and made me feel like i just had marijuana in me for days, i had to write SOMETHING!!! stan dpr ian btw. also i dont smoke weed so if it is inaccurate woops sorry drug addicts

inhaling parts of the rolled joint that you two passed around, fits of laughter and giggles came out your mouths along with the smoke. god you both needed this so badly, it was so nice seeing the colors of the pink flowers crowding around you and purple butterflies pop with no concept of time in your minds. everything felt so different, so right yet so wrong. beomgyu took another hit before letting it fall to the ground before rolling over to where you laid on the ground, zoning into the clear bright sky in your eyes and throwing an arm over you to catch your attention. turning to look at his brightly shining face, you simply admired the smile that crept onto his face while waiting for him to speak up. it was then that the seemingly sentimental smile turned into an innocent childish grin as he shouted out in a playful voice, "TAG YOU'RE IT!"

jumping up from the ground you chased after him as he ran away the field, stepping on some of the flowers, laughter and a few silly threatening remarks being voiced into the land for only you two to hear. after running around for a good 20 minutes, the two of you ran out of breath, leaving you to fall back onto the ground, getting another few puffs from the joint each. gaining beomgyus attention while blowing air in a pattern like you usually did when thinking prompted him to ask the obvious question after turning to you with half open eyes, "what're you thinking about?" you didn't bother turning to face him and instead continued staring at the vibrant sky,

"should we go back to the city later?" "night time?" "won't we get in bigger trouble if we get back later?" "who gives a fuck." "then we should leave soon, it'll take a while."

even if you didn't want to get up just yet, you didn't have a choice as beomgyu groggily got up and dragged you with him, packing up the few things you two brought. jogging over to the old rolls royce corniche 2000 that his father had handed down to him at 17 after buying himself a new 2018 lexus nx. throwing yourselves into the car, the engine started and soon you were both on the road, blasting songs, going at the highest speed possible, still taking hits whenever you wanted and helping him inhale whenever he wanted to as well while he drove. by the time you both got back to the city, it was 9:30pm and the sky had already darkened. this part of the city definitely wasn't the most luxurious, instead considered "underdeveloped" and "messy" compared to the rest, yet this was where people like them felt the most safe, even if it wasn't the most prioritized. everyone trusted everyone, knowing the invisible boundaries. leaving the car parked at the nearest spot he could find near the club they would be going to and jumped out along with you, not even bothering to lock the car.

entering the scene, the sight of smoke could be seen through the fluorescent lights and the scent of weed hit you both in an instant. walking through to the bar area, you ordered the usuals for you both, putting a little bit of cocaine you were able to get into them (with the consent of beomgyu of course) before taking a sip. the high feeling rushed to you both quickly, influencing you to stumble to the dance floor, dragging beomgyu with you before doing whatever you both wanted there. all you wanted to do was enjoy your time with your best friend, partner in crime, other half, lover (label or not), while you had the time to have no worries, worry about jobs, income, surviving. the same could be said towards you from beomgyu, not verbally, but just by being with you during these times, following along with you the whole time. it was never a burden and he was glad you both enjoyed the same things and going through the same things so you could understand each other. all he could wish was that it'd be over for you both together, where you wouldn't have to rely on drugs to feel free, and be stable enough to finally start the new chapter with an official title together. but for now, it'd just be eating creamy peanut butter & tears through the pain.

#﹒luans ☆ fics ! 💬 #txt beomgyu #txt fanfic #txt scenarios #txt #beomgyu #txt beomgyu x reader #beomgyu fic #choi beomgyu #beomgyu x reader #beomgyu x y/n #beomgyu x you #tomorrow by together #tomorrow x together #tomorrow by together imagine #tomorrow x together beomgyu #txt imagines #txt fic #beomgyu imagines #beomgyu fanfic #beomgyu ff #beomgyu scenarios #choi beomgyu fanfic #choi beomgyu x you #choi beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu scenarios #choi beomgyu fic

[sungbeam]

Hi I wanted to request a fanfic....

A Kim mingyu x reader

Secret baby and non idol au

Angst with a happy ending

Could include prompts Nos. 67 & 61

Is that too much?

𝗻𝗲𝘄

nonidol!kim mingyu x fem!reader

1.9k words, secret baby au, angst w/a happy ending!, minghao kinda throws u under the bus skfndkd

a/n: hi anonie!! tysm for sending in a request, and it was not too much so dw ^_^ i do like some specificity sometimes, and i did enjoy writing this!

There were a few things that your friend Minghao was good at. One of them, it seemed, was dragging you to social outings that neither of you wanted to be present for. He had even found you a babysitter for your precious little one. Baby Yeona was only around eighteen months old, but Minghao insisted she was capable of taking care of herself. 

Clearly, he was no father. And he would definitely not be watching over Yeona for a while. 

Nonetheless, here you were, climbing out of Minghao's pretty, little gold Lexus while you wore the first set of nice clothes in a long time. You stared up at the sky-high facade of the luxury downtown hotel as you and Hao made your way toward the entrance. 

"I dunno," you voiced aloud. You were uncertain what you were trying to say, and you were uncertain as to whether or not you wanted to step foot in this building. 

Minghao rolled his eyes and took you by the bicep to help you up the steps. "Oh, come on. You're here, and I already paid the sitter. Let loose, Yn; it's been two years since you've been to a bar."

"For good reason," you muttered under your breath as you and Minghao caught a slot of the revolving entrance and entered the hotel lobby. 

It even smelled obnoxiously rich in here, you realized with an ill-concealed grimace. All the gold and marble glistening under bright LEDs made your head hurt. Jesus, maybe you did need a drink. 

Like he read your mind, Minghao directed you to the bar just to your right. It was, fortunately, dimly lit, with red velvet floors and walls panelled in smooth, dark wood. You already recognized several familiar faces—this was a reunion of your old uni friends, after all. 

"Oh my god, YN!" Seokmin exclaimed from the pool table, before abandoning his pool stick and racing over to you. 

Junhui was right on your tail, coming up to greet Hao warmly while Seokmin bombarded you in a massive hug. 

"How's Yeona?" Seokmin asked. He grinned at you, hand between your shoulder blades to guide you over to the bar. "She's almost at Terrible Twos, isn't she?" He teased, wagging his eyebrows up and down. 

You laughed with a shake of your head. Seokmin ordered you a light margarita, considering you probably hadn't had a proper drink in ages. "Almost. She's eighteen months right now, so probably in about six months or so. I am not ready for my angel to turn into the devil."

There were only a few people who knew of your daughter's existence. It hadn't been your plan to have her, but some things you could not control completely. It had happened on the night of your college graduation party, and you had finally taken your shot at a certain young man who had plagued your dreams for almost half of your years at university. He was a friend of a friend, but nearly everyone knew who he was, considering his attractive looks and personality and… suffice to say that you fell in the deep end. 

No, the father did not know. And you would be damned if he ever—

"Yn?"

You almost spat out your drink, and Seokmin, with panicky eyes, patted your back to help you get out the feel of the burn down your throat and windpipe. God, that stung. But maybe not as badly as how good he looked. 

Him being Kim Mingyu. Yeah, the father of your child. And he didn't seem to have changed a bit since you last saw him: black hair tamed well, broad and toned body fitted in semi formal wear (delectable), and that charming smile that knocked down all your defenses. At least… a few of them. 

He walked up to you and Seokmin with a look of pleasant surprise and utter disbelief stark on his face. "Oh my god—you're really here? I haven't seen you in so long."

Yeah, you wanted to say, but you couldn't really focus on anything but the sound of your pulsing heartbeat in your ears and the smell of his cologne invading your nostrils as you hugged him. Oh, good god. He feels and smells so good—

When you pulled away, Mingyu was giving Seokmin that weird handshake the boys had (you never asked questions). He still couldn't seem to believe his ears. 

"I—I mean," he stammered, eyes flickering from you to your blouse to you to your lips to you, "you look—" he swallowed, "—really good." He cleared his throat, and you could've sworn you heard Seokmin sneak out a giggle. 

You yourself sat perched on your barstool unnaturally stiff. If you could just make it through this conversation… "Thank you," you replied, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. "You look good, too."

There was this moment where neither of you could really get any words out. It hadn't exactly been this way years ago, but you could remember the shy glances mixed with the flirty advances. You knew you harbored that flame for him somewhere, and perhaps you had kept it buried beneath your love and responsibilities toward your daughter. 

Seokmin cut in, "Cool! Uh…" he sipped his drink, brows furrowing, "want a drink, Gyu? Did you come with Wonwoo?"

Mingyu snapped out of his daze, coughing. "Ah, right. Yeah, that'd be great, thanks. And yep, he should be somewhere around—oh yeah. There he is, by Woozi hyung."

While Seokmin flagged the bartender down, Mingyu returned his attention to you. "So, uhm, I feel like I haven't seen you in, like, two or three years. I… How've you been?" Why didn't you stay in touch? Had he done something wrong? He wanted to ask. He'd been sitting on those questions and worries for so long, and no one would give him a straight answer about your whereabouts. 

"I've been good," you answered. And it was true, you couldn't have been happier with Yeona. It had been scary, no doubt, at first. But it had all turned out good and fine, and your close friends had been by your side the entire time. "Just trying to settle back—settle into work and adult things," you chuckled. "How about you? Did you finally decide to get yourself into culinary school?"

Another giggle from Seokmin that the two of you decidedly ignored. 

Mingyu could best be described with heart eyes. "You remembered? That was a fleeting conversation—"

You shrugged, feigning innocence. "But I mean, it was important to you, so of course, I remembered."

He smiled, bashfully, head ducked and cheeks reddening. "Uh, yeah. Yeah, I did get into a culinary school—"

"And, hey! Great idea: Mingyu should teach you how to cook, Yn!" Minghao's voice cut clean into the conversation as the man himself inserted himself into the little circle. Seokmin passed Mingyu his drink, and Minghao made pointed eyes at you from across the circle, gesturing silently at the man who was your baby daddy. 

Oh for the love of God, Xu Minghao. "I don't think that's really necessary."

"Suuuure, it is!" Minghao said, high pitched. He nodded his head again to Mingyu. "Yn has been meaning to learn some new recipes for her family anyway. Right, Yn?"

You glared at Minghao, and if the sun could be channeled through the eyes, you would use them to burn him alive right where he stood. I am going to murder you! You mouthed to him, over enunciating the words. So this was why he wanted you to be here tonight. Seokmin smartly chose this moment to go say hello to Joshua. 

Mingyu creased his brows. "Oh, er, I didn't know you had a family already, Yn." There was a definitive drop in energy present in his voice. "Are you married?"

If you hadn't been so worried about deciding on how to tell him about his secret child, you would have noticed Mingyu unsubtly searching your hands for a ring. You were not wearing one. 

You swallowed, setting the margarita glass on the bar counter. You saw Minghao back away slowly from the corner of your eye, and Mingyu took Seokmin's old seat. "Ah, I'm not. I just…" have a child, and she's yours, and I've been craving a person to be my partner in this… and maybe I still love you, but I don't know how to tell you. Please don't hate me.

Mingyu ducked his head just slightly so he met your eyes. "Hey, you don't have to tell me if you're not comfortable. I don't know what Minghao was trying to say back there, but you really don't have to say anything."

"No, it's okay," you said quickly with a shake of your head. "I… I really should tell you about… my daughter. Our daughter." You tried to gauge his reaction, but his expression was carefully blank at this moment. 

A crease formed between his brows. "I'm sorry, did you just say our daughter?"

"Uhm, yes," you laughed nervously. 

"Holy shit—"

"I know—"

Mingyu flagged the bartender. "I am way too sober for this." He suddenly thought better and waved the bartender away with an apology. "Wait, how—how long? Yn, I had a kid this whole time? I have a kid with you?"

You nodded, rubbing your arm. "Yeah. It happened on graduation night. Y'know, when we…"

He pursed his lips. "Yeah, that makes sense." He stared at a random mark on the bar counter. 

"I'm sorry I didn't tell you, Mingyu," you said softly. You feared what he would think of you, scared he would still yell at you and reject you. That had probably been your greatest deterrent from telling him—that he would be disgusted with you and your child and turn you away. You just thought it would be better to avoid all of that heartache in full. Even if it meant hiding it all from him. 

"You were probably scared," he replied lowly, "I get it." He roughed a hand through his hair and exhaled sharply. "You've been taking care of her by yourself this whole time? I just—I just wish you would have told me. We could have figured this out together."

He was looking at you now, reaching for your hands to cradle them in his own big palms. You wondered how you ever lived without this warmth. 

You gulped. "You had dreams, Mingyu. I didn't want us to be a burden—"

He scoffed, the noise so indignant and offended. "I'm just wondering what I did to make you think I would ever think you and my own daughter would be a burden to me. It might stall our plans, but it would only stall, Yn. You and…"

"Yeona," you stammered, "her name's Yeona."

Mingyu stopped and a smile slowly tugged at his lips. His eyes shone into the dim light of the bar, and his fingers linked with yours. "Yeona? She already sounds beautiful. Like her mother."

You felt like crying. Years of wondering and what ifs, and it could have all been solved with a conversation. "Do you want to meet her?"

His smile widened. "Do I? How's that even a question, darling?"

You laughed under your breath. "Okay," you nodded to yourself, "okay."

It was then that you realized just how badly you had needed this—this night, this conversation, this hope. Yeona had brought you up, but Mingyu was going to bring you all together. And as the two of you talked and laughed long into the night, neither of you could wait for when your two loves would be able to finally meet each other.

a/n: oh good god i think i liked that ending way more than i intended (not the ending paragraph, i think that was pretty gross, but the happy conclusion ig)

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