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tip-top-cloud-surfer · 8 months

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The Danger Zone (Part 3) - Hangman

Pairing: Hangman / Fem!Bradshaw!Reader | OC

Word Count: 2.2k

This work, all my works, and my entire blog are 18+ ONLY

Warnings: Unplanned Pregnancy; Secret Relationship; Angst; Undefined Relationships; Overprotective Family; Background Relationships; Use of "You," No Use of Y/N, No Set Physical Description

Summary: You struggle to keep your secret. Maverick's birthday dinner is off to a disastrous start.

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It had been about two weeks since Phoenix and Coyote’s wedding and you hadn’t slept well a single night since. There was a weariness to your movements that wasn’t there before. Jake’s words were still echoing around in your head, threatening to upend what was left of your sanity at any second.

And you still didn’t know what to do.

Jake was pretty much ignoring you, doing what you did to him before the wedding. He dodged your calls, didn’t answer your texts, and the only thing that you hadn’t done yet to get his attention was show up at his apartment. You did have a key, but you were worried about pushing too much into crazy ex-girlfriend territory.

And you weren’t even his ex-girlfriend. You were just the woman he fucked around with and knocked up.

But could you really raise a baby on your own? Maybe. After all, your mom was a single mom for most of your life. And you knew that even though Maverick and Rooster would go apeshit for some time after finding out, they wouldn’t turn their backs on you. You would have help. You would have support. There was no way that your family would leave you and the baby to fend for yourselves.

But was that the future, the life you really wanted?

“Are you okay?” Emma asked you as you slowly worked on Maverick's birthday cake.

You were standing in Maverick’s kitchen with your sister-in-law, preparing Maverick’s surprise birthday dinner. Emma was cooking dinner with some help from Bradley, though his real job was to go out and grab ingredients that his wife forgot to buy, Penny was distracting Maverick for the day, and you were in charge of baking the cake.

You always found baking soothing. It took you back to the Sunday afternoons that you spent with your mom while she taught you how to make everything from scratch. Bradley never really had an interest in baking, just eating, so it was always your alone time with your mom. And after she passed, you always turned to baking when you needed some kind of comfort or a simple, meaningless task to focus on.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” you murmured, lazily frosting the cake in front of you.

“Are you sure? You haven’t really been like yourself for some time.”

“I’m just tired.”

It wasn’t even a lie. You were exhausted. And it didn’t help that your stomach decided when it was happy with the food that you gave it and when it wasn’t with the flip of a coin. You felt so tired and drained already. Pulling the cake closer to you, you started writing out ‘Happy Birthday’ with the tube of blue icing.

“Is it something with work?”

“No.”

“Something wrong with your apartment again?”

“No, it’s just . . . it’s nothing.”

Since Jake walked off at the reception, you hadn’t told anyone else about your pregnancy. Penny asked you about it once a few days after the wedding and you just told her that you were still trying to tell the father and that was it. You didn’t really have the strength to mention the fact that Jake was ignoring you and you were very quickly beginning to spiral.

“Alright,” Emma replied softly, going back to chopping vegetables. She left you alone for about a minute before turning back to you. “Did you want some wine? Bradley nicked some bottles from the reception. Including that rosé that you like so much.”

“No, I’m alright with water.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah, I’m . . . not drinking right now,” you replied awkwardly.

“Really?” Emma asked, sounding honestly surprised at your poor attempt to get out of drinking that evening. “So, no more Wine Down Wednesdays then?”

“Not for a bit, no.”

“Alright,” Emma replied quietly, now more than a little suspicious.

Emma had known you for longer than she had known Bradley. The two of you went to the same college and knew each other through sports. She was one of the captains when you were a freshman and took you under her wing. And when she moved out to San Diego, you offered to take her out for a drink at the Hard Deck. Rooster was there and you introduced them and the rest was history.

And she knew that something was off with you.

Emma knew that both you and Bradley had a tendency to shut yourselves down when you were feeling a lot of emotional stress. She chalked it up to unresolved childhood trauma, of which you both had a decent amount.

And it was written all over your face. You were stressed. You weren’t sleeping well. You weren’t eating well. You were cutting yourself off from the world around you. And she was getting seriously concerned about you and your health.

Emma set down her knife and slowly turned to face you, though you ignored her gaze, and gently called your name. You kept your head stubbornly down, focusing on the design on Maverick’s birthday cake, piping meaningless designs to just try and bide your time away from the conversation with your sister-in-law.

“Did something happen at the wedding?”

“Can you drop it?” you snapped, finally turning to face Emma.

She paused, not looking offended, but all the more concerned. Sighing, you set down the icing bag and walked out of the kitchen. Emma didn’t follow after you immediately, giving you some space to breathe for a moment as you stepped out for some fresh air. But when she saw you starting to cry, she hurried outside after you.

As she approached the bench where you were sitting outside, you didn’t look up. But when she sat down beside you and gently pulled you in for a hug, you immediately turned to her. Latching onto her, every emotion that you plugged up inside since the wedding just came pouring out. She brushed your hair and just let you cry, not entirely shocked by your reaction.

“You know, if you tell me anything, whatever it is, I’m not going to share it with Bradley without your permission, right?” Emma spoke softly, rubbing your back supportively. “And that goes for any topic here, okay?”

You wanted the first person you told about your pregnancy, minus Penny that is, to be Jake. He was the one who knocked you up. This was his baby. But Jake wasn’t listening to you. And holy shit you wanted to get some of the burden of this secret off of your shoulders. You wouldn’t last much longer just holding onto this by yourself.

“You can’t tell Bradley, okay?” you whispered out shakily, causing Emma to nod.

“Lips are sealed,” Emma promised you, giving you a supportive squeeze.

You pursed your quivering lips together, just trying to take a moment to pull yourself together so that you didn’t start sobbing again. Sniffling, you buried your face into Emma’s chest a bit more, thinking for a moment about how your mom would have reacted to this situation, before finally letting it out.

“I’m pregnant.”

You could feel Emma tense up, but she didn’t say a word. Your stomach started to grow tight as the stress and anxiety of the last few weeks reached a new peak. But right as you started to go down the train of thought that you were truly on your own, Emma pulled you in for a tighter hug and steeled her own emotions in the moment.

“You’re sure?” she whispered, rubbing your back again.

“I took three tests. Penny knows. She was there when I took them.”

“Have you been to see a doctor?”

“No,” you croaked out, straightening up on your own. Wiping away your tears and snot, you stared down at your lap for a moment. “I got an appointment. But I don’t really know what to expect with the whole . . . situation.”

“And how are you feeling about it all?” Emma asked softly.

“I’m . . . I’ve been better,” you replied lamely, wiping some more tears away.

“Has the . . . father been supporting you through this? What did you say when you told him?” Emma questioned quietly.

“Well, I haven’t told him yet,” you stated, causing Emma to nod slowly.

“Do you want to?”

“Yes, of course,” you responded a bit sharper than you meant to, turning to meet Emma’s concerned gaze. “I meant to, but he’s . . . sort of . . . ignoring me now.”

“Ignoring you?” Emma demanded, frowning protectively. “Why do you think he is ignoring you?”

“I sort of . . . pushed away from him after I found out I was pregnant and then he tried to talk to me about it when I wasn’t ready and I tried to push it off a little bit more and then he got mad and stormed off and hasn’t spoken to me since.”

Without digging too much into how much the situation reminded her of petty high school drama, Emma straightened up in her seat, trying to come up with some sort of plan to get the father of your baby to grow the fuck up.

“Who is he anyways? Does he live around here?”

“You’re not going to break down his door,” you sighed, rubbing your face. Biting your lip, you turned to your sister-in-law. “I would tell you, but I think that you’ll freak out.”

“I promise that I won’t freak out,” Emma assured you.

“The father . . . is Jake,” you announced after a few moments of silence.

“Jake who?”

“Hangman,” you rephrased, a bit harsher than you intended.

“Hangman?” Emma repeated, clearly trying to manage her tone and expression. When you nodded, she tried to manage her expression further. “The father of your baby is . . . Hangman. And he’s the one ignoring you?”

“Yes,” you stressed, your anxiety starting to spike again.

Before Emma could reply, the sound of the fire alarm inside caused you both to get to your feet. Running and swearing, you raced inside. Smoke billowed out of the oven as soon as Emma pulled it open. She hurried to turn it off as you started to open the windows and beat the smoke away from the fire alarm.

“What the fuck!?” Bradley cursed, running into the house after returning from the store.

Grabbing the fire extinguisher by the front door, he ran over and put out the fire. You kept fanning the smoke away, but soon the smell of burnt food caused your stomach to roll and you were rushing into the bathroom.

“For fuck’s sake,” you groaned as you yanked the lid up.

Emma ran into the bathroom once the chaos in the kitchen dwindled down and Bradley got control of the situation some more. Cursing, she kneeled down beside you and delicately pulled the strands of hair that unfortunately made their way into the bowl.

“Sorry,” she apologized, wincing as you wretched again. “I forgot to turn off the oven before I ran outside after you.”

“It’s fine,” you sighed, picking your head up. “It’s just how my life’s going at this point. What’s another disaster?”

“Well, it’s all settled,” Bradley sighed, walking over to where you and Emma were in the bathroom. Spotting you leaning over the toilet, he quickly stepped into the room, concerned. “What happened to you?”

“The smoke just made me nauseous,” you replied softly, not meeting your brother’s gaze. “I’m fine, Bradley.”

“This is like the tenth time I’ve seen you throw up,” Bradley stated, folding his arms over his chest, like he always did when he was about to lecture you. “I think that you should see a doctor at this point.”

“I’ve got an appointment,” you sighed, closing the lid and flushing your stomach’s contents away. “I’m a big girl, Bradley.” Sitting on the floor and leaning against the vanity, you looked up at your brother. “How’s the cake?”

“A little smokey, but it should be fine. As for the rest of it . . .”

“There’s always take out,” Emma stated, standing up. “But maybe we should host it somewhere that isn’t so smokey.”

“The only other option is my apartment,” you replied, getting to your feet.

“Great,” Bradley sighed, earning a nudge from his wife. “I mean, that’s great.”

“Hilarious,” you muttered, getting to your feet as well. “I’ll text Penny and tell her about the change in plans. I’ll take the cake and go set up at my apartment. You two clean up here and figure out dinner.”

You left Maverick’s house shortly thereafter, returning to your apartment. It didn’t take too long to set up the cake and dinner. Bradley and Emma arrived with the food about thirty minutes later and the three of you were hurrying around trying to make it look homemade.

“Shit,” you cursed when your doorbell rang. “Just hide the containers in my pantry.”

Rushing over to the door, you pulled it open, just expecting it to be Maverick and Penny. But when you looked up and saw Jake standing there, you instantly tensed up. He stared at you for a moment, looking a bit nervous, but with that usual reserved air of confidence about him.

“Jake,” you breathed out, gripping the door so hard it hurt.

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outro-jo · 10 months

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skz when your brother doesn’t like them

pairing: skz member x reader

type: scenario

warnings: reader gets groped in minho’s, reader gets burnt in changbin’s (a lil hurt/comfort), han is pretty mistreated, i can’t think of anything else

request: yes

note: i couldn’t find individual pics i like and i didn’t feel like digging too much to ot8 it is 😅

NOT TAKING REQUESTS AT THIS TIME

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chan- you were kind enough to give him a warning in advance that your brother was overprotective and he’s never liked anyone you’ve brought home. chris LOVES a challenge so he did his homework ahead of time. when you finally went over to your family’s house, chris was ready. one thing your brother loved more than anything was marvel and… ryan reynolds. all it took was a quick message to his bestie and chris had an in like no other partner you brought home before had. that wall your brother had built up came crumbling down the second chris handed him the signed piece of deadpool merch. that evening after dinner your brother told you, “you better marry him” before the two of you left which certainly wasn’t a problem.

lee know- minho is the type to not care. if people don’t like him, that’s not his problem. however, this was your family and he wanted to leave a good impression with them. he was off to a good start with both your mom and dad liking him… it was your brother that was a different story. you two are so close and always have been. he’s seen you get hurt too many times to like someone right off the bat. minho, of course, understood so he didn’t push anything. it was icy at first. your brother giving him cold blank looks while the smile faded on minho’s face and he cleared his throat. the conversation was mostly one sided until minho decided to give up and give your brother space. it wasn’t until the three of you ran out to pick up some ice and a few other things your mom needed for dinner that things changed. someone groped your ass, making you cry out in surprise and before your brother could come to your defense, minho was already cussing them out then comforting you. an extremely unfortunate event but it made your brother have a little respect for minho and the way he looked after you.

changbin- someone hating THE seo changbin was something he simply could not fathom. he’s incredible so like??? it broke your heart to see when your brother and he met how he absolutely deflated. but to changbin’s credit, he kept trying. every conversation was shot down. changbin eventually gave up and came to hide in the kitchen where you were helping your mom prepare dinner. sure, he sulked for a minute but just like when he was at home with you, the second he saw you try and lift something heavy, he rushed over to take it from you. then he helped open a jar with a lid that would not budge. then it was helping clean vegetables. soon enough, changbin was fully and happily helping you and your mom in the kitchen. the three of you were laughing at a joke that was made when you suddenly felt the sting on your finger, making you yelp and jolt back. binnie was over to you in a second checking on your burnt finger and ushering you over to the sink to run it under cold water. your brother had come in to check the commotion but found you and changbin at the sink where changbin was babying you and tending to your wound. your mother sent your brother a look who just scoffed it off but from then on he started treating changbin a little better.

hyunjin- one thing about your brother is he despised wealthy people and as soon as your brother heard you were dating the literal ambassador for versace, he couldn’t have been more annoyed. he immediately wrote hyunjin off as some rich, snotty brat who couldn’t hold an intelligent conversation or care in the slightest about people “beneath him”. so when the two of you went to meet your family, your brother wouldn’t even look at hyunjin. it was incredibly disheartening but hyunjin shrugged it off. instead, he went and talked with your parents, sharing his experiences with travel and meeting all kinds of people. he gushed over learning the different cultures and trying new foods and everything he loved about travel. then he talked about when the group went to meet a little boy minho had “adopted” and been financially caring for over many years. that day they met the boy and his family, playing soccer with him and taking him to get ice cream. he shared the memory so fondly your brother started to see him in a slightly different light and when he saw how he attended to you throughout the meal, he decided to give him a chance… just one.

han- so things were not going well. jisung was anxious the whole week before and he was a mess on the drive over only for his worst nightmare to come true. your brother hated him. it was so apparent in your brother’s body language and facial expressions and even in the way he spoke to jisung. thankfully your parents liked him but the treatment from your brother was getting out of hand. seeing the defeat written all over jisung face broke your heart and after one particularly snarky comment about his job you finally snapped. your fists pounded against the table as you stood to your feet and roared at your brother, giving him absolute hell. when you finished you took jisung’s hand, thanked your mother for the food, and pulled jisung to the exit. days later your brother came over to your shared apartment to apologize and eventually it was a funny story that was included in his best man speech.

felix- when your mom invited you and felix over for dinner, you were curious to know how it would go especially since you knew your older brother would be there. you loved your older brother but he’s always been a little too protective. you knew it was sure to be an interesting dynamic because your boyfriend is a literal ray of sunshine and there was no way anyone could be rude to him when they met him. felix didn’t seem too fazed when you warned him, quite honestly, he was expecting it. that afternoon he came prepared with wine, flowers, and some of his homemade brownies which he did purely because he wanted to and wanted to give your family a good impression. the second your brother saw your boyfriend’s bright smile and that he brought sunflowers and fucking homemade brownies???? there’s no way he could be as cold to him as he had been to your other partners. he wasn’t overly nice but he didn’t even have the heart to give the tight gripped handshake me normally did. eventually they really got along and even made plans to hang out… without you.

seungmin- seungmin did not care. he gets thousands of vile comments on the internet, if you think some intimidation from some guy well on his way to fifty was gonna get to him, then think again. he was far too happy to ignore the deadpanned looks and the tightly gripped handshakes to just go into the kitchen and have pleasant conversation with you and your parents. your brother was FULL-ON sulking because seungmin was pretty much ignoring him but he had to respect it a little. you were more important to him and your brother would just have to accept that he planned on spending his life with you… and he really didn’t care if your brother was a part of that.

i.n- not only was jeongin completely unbothered by it, he was also to utterly likable that your brother couldn’t even keep up the facade for long. the dinner started off quiet but once the two found a common interest, they couldn’t stop talking. it was so adorable to watch both of their stupid (lovingly) faces light up while they were talking. suddenly the two boys were best friends and the dinner ended with the two of them in front of the tv in the living room playing mario kart. before you started to feel too forgotten about, jeongin, who had just lost a race, called you over so he could have his “good luck charm”. it must have worked because he won every match after that. the night ended with the promise of the two of them meeting up again to hang out when jeongin’s schedule cleared.

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space-invading-pigeon · 2 years

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Steve makes lunches for everyone, but he's one of those people who has a theme for every single lunch.

Dustin gets cute little sandwiches that have been carefully made to look like computers, cookies shaped like walkie talkies, and juice bottles that are decorated with the scientific equations.

Max gets grilled cheese cut into skateboards, a fruit salad packed into a little California-shaped box, a snack cake that has a cute little cake Steve decorated to look like that game in the arcade she refuses to let anyone beat her high score in, and she always gets a little note telling her she's amazing and "please don't beat anyone up today."

Will gets lasagna carefully cut to look like a dragon, charcuterie, and cookies that are shaped like lightning bolts. Steve used to include a drink, but then Jonathan mentioned that Will's favorite thing is chocolate milk so now he just packs some money to buy it cold from the lunchroom; he's the only member of the Party that gets a lunch AND lunch money.

Mike refuses to let Steve pack his lunch, but he doesn't complain when Steve packs him snacks for the day. Steve always packs his favorites, labels them with the name "Paladin Shithead," and sometimes hides some small candies in Mike's backpack.

Lucas gets two lunchboxes, but only because Steve is overprotective. There were times in high school where Steve passed out after practice because no one ever thought to offer him a snack, and Lucas was the most active BEFORE he joined the team. All of his food is curated to be sure he's getting as much energy as possible without making him sluggish and bloated. If Steve makes them look like jerseys, basketballs, tennis shoes, and baskets, that's no one's business but Lucas's.

Robin gets a lot of food that's been made to look musical, like ice cream, or, her favorite, like ears. She thinks it's hilarious that her little comment in Starcourt about her ears being geniuses stuck with Steve, especially now that she knows how difficult it is for Steve to remember anything (his concussions have not been kind to him).

Nancy and Jonathan both get simple lunches, everything looks normal, but their desserts are always decorated with guns and a heart with N+J in the center. Steve never really figured out how to act around the two of them when there isn't a crisis, but he loves both of them and keeps them well-fed until they go off to college.

Joyce gets a lunch delivered every morning, packed with healthy foods and labelled "For my real mom." It makes her tear up every single day, and she usually repays Steve by sending home the lunchbox full of copies of Byers family recipes, "for my darling son." They don't mention it to anyone else, but Steve makes sure to try each and every recipe even though he adds them to his own recipe box anyway.

Hopper gets a lunch full of little police stars, and his sandwich is shaped like himself, mustache and all. The first time Steve did this, he left the lunch on Hop's desk at the station with a note that just says "To Dad," because Hop has called Steve his son almost exclusively since 1984. The sentiment makes him go all misty-eyed, and because one of his deputies dared to mention it, the entire station knows not to bring up Hop's son as any sort of joke again.

Eleven's lunches are full of sweet foods. Honey ham, candied nuts, any new dessert recipes that Steve wants to try, they all go in her box. She gets normal, healthy food too, but she'll only eat it because Steve makes them look like waffles. (She likes being able to eat anything, post-Lab, but Steve dotes on her like she's the baby sister he never got to have) Her favorite thing, though, is the notes he packs for her, telling her that she is always going to be his hero and he's proud of her for pushing through school.

Eddie claims he gets the best lunch: hand delivered by Steve every day, full of hearty food to both help him heal up and put on some weight (Steve was appalled when he realized he could count almost all of Eddie's ribs, because of course Eddie is hypoglycemic). His desserts are always bat-shaped, both the animal and Steve's signature weapon, and Steve usually leaves a post-it note with nothing but a heart in the box. Eddie has collected every single one, he keeps them in a drawer.

Erica's lunch looks like she has a personal chef, each one with her initials on the entree. She boasts to anyone who is in earshot that her babysitter made it for her, and that he's the best cook in the whole state; as a result Steve's been signed up for every bake sale, auction, and school dance at the middle and high school.

#steddie #eddie munson #steve harrington #stranger things headcanons #the party #dustin henderson #max mayfield #lucas sinclair #will byers #nancy wheeler #jonathan byers #mike wheeler #eleven #chief hopper #joyce byers #erica sinclair #chef steve

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wolfytoothy · 3 months

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valentines

listen I'm sorry for not posting on valentines. I was bout to leave yall hanging because I'm lonely as fuck and I was bout to throw bricks at ever couple I see but I decided I wanted to serve so ima go ahead and post.

Here yall go.

You don’t know what was talking over people's bodies but you were seeing people becoming girlfriends and boyfriends left and right. It was honestly annoying. You were walking down the hallway with your friend. “Yo I’m throwing bricks at every single couple I see on valentines day bruh no joke” Why you said that, well it was because everywhere you looked someone was either proposing or giving gifts, and it wasn’t you. But little did you know, It was about to be you sooner or later.

Earlier that day with Miles:

It was the day before valentines day, and Miles was about to go feral. He was currently having trouble on what to give you on valentines day.

You and him had been friends for years now, and Miles wasn’t gonna lie, he may or may not have developed a crush on you. How did he know? Well he found himself becoming might jealous when boys would look back at it, and cat call you. He also found himself becoming overprotective and glaring at every boy that even looked at you in a way that indicated they wanted to date you.His mother, Rio, noticed this new behavior around you and loved it. Shiii even Aaron noticed it. He was in love. He literally had your contacts saved as ‘my mama’s’ And of cause him not knowing what to do in this situation especially when valentines day coming up, he wasn’t sure what to give you.

So he asked the three most reliable people that would give him his answer.Your best friend, your mom, and his mom.

His first victim was his mom. He went up to her in the kitchen preparing himself for a shower of kisses when he asked the question.“Ma” Miles started leaning against the counter avoiding eye contact. “Si mijo” Rio responded. “So hypothetically speaking, lets say i have a…” Miles paused as he gulped, bracing himself.

“Miles Gonzoles Morales, if you got someone pregnant-”,

“what?!no! Ma I’m 16” Miles argued.

“¿Y quién sabe qué estarás haciendo cuando yo no esté aquí?, for all i know you could be raw doging, you better be using protection” Rio said putting her hands on her hip, faceing her son. (And who knows what you be doing when i’m not here,)

“Ew,ma- well of course i'm using protection-”

“So you admit it!”

“You know what we're drifting off from the main topic” Miles said quickly. “Noooo. Lets force on that topic”, “ma, pleace” miles begged not in the mood to get grounded at the moment. Rio cound hint at the desperation in her sons voice and sighed, finally letting her some speak.

“Fine go on” Rio huffed. “Okay so… as I was saying. Persay I have a crush of mine, and there one of my closest friends, and I developed a crush, but I'm over thinking. What should I get her, or how could i confess” miles asked. Rio blinked then a smile creeped on her face.

“it's y/n, isn't” Rio smirked. Miles jolted and nodded. “how'd you know”

“miles you only have one close friend that's a female. And I know it's not ganke” Rio shrugged, making the afro latino chuckle. “so what I get her” he asked again.

Rio thought for a moment then respond. “Well she likes jewelry, and stuff animals, and love sneakers” Rio shrugged. “and since you know her so well already it should be easy to confess.”

And he took that into consideration. That day. He bought a purple flower bear, a ring that looked like chains, and LOOOORD was it iced out. And yes it was really Dimond of course. Then he got a second ring was an iced out ring with words in graverd on the inside saying “princess”. And of course he had to get the new kicks for you.Then he added a little note. Now all he had to do was give it to you.Back to you.

Present time:

It was finally the end of class and you were about to head out, till you relized miles was holding a bag. And he seemed kinda flustered. “Ohhh, does lil Mr morales have a valentines,” you teased as you sided next to him. The boy with the cornrows smirked slightly as he looked at you. “Umm” he said “Its… for you” he said quietly.

You looked at him baffled for a sec and looked at the gift. You slowly took it and smiled. “Wow miles, I didn't get you anything though” you said feeling bad and looked in the bag.

“No it's fine, but um… call me after school and tell me what you think” miles said taking his leave. You were confused by what he said and shrugged. When you got home you realized the letter. And your heart melted at how cute it was.

One year later:

It was valentines day again and it was of course you and Miles anniversary of being together. And of course miles had to make it special just for you.“Hey mama's.” He greeted pulling you in by the waist and kissing your cheek,while he giving you a bag that had hearts all over it.

You slipped him a back as well as you smiled. You pecked in the bag and pouted. “Miles, how much was this” you said pulling out a pair of shoes. “That's not important, just know I love you” miles said pecking your lips.

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😌✨️The end.... ✨️

I feel might lonely so yall better enjoy this 🥲😭😭

#miles morales #earth 42 miles morales x reader #earth 42 miles #e.42 miles #earth 42 miles x you #earth 42 miles fluff #miles morales x reader #miles morales prowler #earth 42 prowler #atsv prowler

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aouiaa · 16 days

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Mother! Dina hcs

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s very overprotective of her son, JJ. Literally, is on parenting websites in the middle of the night freaking out because she seen a tiktok about how bad it is to drink from a plastic water bottle.

Imagining Mother! Dina who cries more than the child when getting his shots done. It’s safe to say both Dina and her son walked out of that clinic with a lollipop in hand!

Imagining Mother! Dina who has a ipad kid. Legit can hear her from a mile away with her son’s loud ass ipad booming cocomelon or some shit.

Imagining Mother! Dina who does gentle parenting.

Imagining Mother! Dina who does matching outfits with her son!

Imagining Mother! Dina who took a lot of convincing from Jesse to put JJ in sports because she couldn’t bear the thought of him getting hurt.

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s a victim of temu…yup 😔

Imagining Mother! Dina who has a rather chubby baby from feeding him a lot. And her reasoning for it is she doesn’t want him to starve.

Imagining Mother! Dina who makes sounds when feeding JJ.

“Here comes the airplane!” she says before blowing raspberries causing JJ to giggle, and clap his little stubby hands together.

Imagining Mother! Dina who can’t resist pinches his little chubby cheeks.

Imagining Mother! Dina who’s also a first time mom and freaks out over any little thing therefore rushes to the JJs primary doctor.

“He was coughing rather too hard!” she says, trying not to burst into tears.

“He should be right as rain with a little Tylenol.”

“Are you sure?” she asks, looking down at her baby who’s sleeping peacefully in his car seat.

“Yes, Miss Woodward. It’s not an early sign of an lung disease. He just has a little cough.” He reassures, crossing his arms.

A sigh of relief leaves the mother and up comes a smile. She didn’t care how annoyed the doctor looked from Dina bring JJ down to the clinic for the third time this week. She just wants her little potato to be safe.

Imagining Mother! Dina who catches JJ’ s first words on camera.

“Alright, this is, uhm, day four of trying to get your first words on camera!” Her voice can be heard in the background sounding, or at least trying to be, optimistic. JJ can be seen sitting on his little play mat, playing with Ollie.

“Cmon baby, can you say ‘mama?’

“Ma-ma” she repeats, but says each syllable.

JJ can be seen looking up at Dina, and smiling, showing off his two little front teeth that he has growing in. “Ma…ma.” he babbles, flailing his arms around excitedly.

A scream so loud can be heard from Dina, one of excitement. “Yes, baby! Mama! I’m mama!”

The pure look of terrified mixed with utter confusion that is recorded on the baby’s face is pure comedy.

poor little ice age baby…

a/n; In honor of mother’s day, I’ve decided to do MILF mother dina :3

I LOVE MILFS

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hellcat8908 · 6 months

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Hello. Hope you are doing well. I saw this meme where u know the girl is at the dinner table with her parents and bf. She asks "daddy" to pass the salt and her dad and bf both do and its a very messy situation.

I was wondering if u could write something where the reader is either feysands daughter or rhys sister. She is azriels mate but they have kept their relationship a secret; that situation happens at dinner with the ic beig absolutly shocken. Az gives an excuse saying it was in his reach. Then as days go by the they try to touch eachother in public privatley but someone or the other is catching them and they move away quickly. Finally rhys finds az and his daughter or sister doing it. Chaos occurs. Also try is show a lot of overprotective rhys and maybe include nyx in this? Him being the eldest child ofcourse.

Thank you and have an amazing day ahead!

Wrong Daddy Azriel x Female Reader

Growing up, you had spent more time with your brother, Rhys, than your actual dad. He was always the one to look after you and make sure you were cared for, especially after your mom had passed. You naturally started calling him daddy, and it had stuck. You still did it occasionally as an adult as it had become a term of endearment.

After years of falling for Azriel, the bond finally snapped into place after he had been injured in the war. You both agreed it would be best to keep your relationship a secret, given how protective Rhys was of you. Now that Nyx was old enough, he became just as protective of his favorite aunt.

It was the weekly dinner at the river house you were seated across from Azriel, and Rhys was beside him next to Feyre. Food was being passed around, and once your plate was full, you started eating. "Daddy, can you pass the salt, please?" You ask. Rhys and Azriel reach for the salt at the same time. As soon as Azriel realizes his mistake, he quickly tries to cover, "Sorry, I just thought since I was closer, it only made sense." He says, keeping his expression neutral.

"She asked me to pass it to her." Rhys says, looking suspiciously at Azriel. "Right, sorry." He says, hoping to move on from this awkward moment. "I don't care who passes me the salt as long as someone does." You say with a laugh trying to difuse the situation. Nyx passes you the salt. "Thank you." You tell him. Azriel turns his attention back to his plate, and Rhys does the same.

You can feel the tension between the two of them and start to discuss Feyre's most recent painting. Soon, the conversations turn to normal, and everyone enjoys the rest of the meal. You excuse yourself and make your way out to the garden. Not long after, you feel a presence behind you before you feel Azriel's arms around you.

"That was almost a disaster." You say as you lean into his embrace. "Sorry." He says, "I almost ruined everything." You turn in his arms, "We're eventually going to have to tell them." You say resting your head against his chest. He's about to respond when he quickly creates some distance between you before you hear footsteps. "Everything okay?" You hear Rhys ask as he approaches.

You put on a smile, "Of course, just needed some fresh air." You answer him before looking at the night sky. "No matter how many times I see them, the stars are always beautiful." He says following your gaze. "They truly are." You admit sending love down the bond to Azriel. You catch his smile out of the corner of your eye before he excuses himself.

Over the next few days, it seems like you can't get any time with him without being interrupted. After updating Rhys on recent rumors amongst the Illyrians, he comes to find you in the library. You're reshelving books on the lower levels away from prying eyes. Azriel comes up behind you and wraps his arms around you as you stand on your tip toes to reach a shelf.

You quickly spin to face him, pressing your lips against his. "What if one of the priestess comes down here?" He asks as your hands roam down his body, cupping him through his pants. "They never come down this far." You assure him, trailing kisses along his neck. "Please, Az. I need you so badly." You practically beg as your hand slips inside his leathers.

"I can't say no to you." He says before his lips are back on yours. You feel your skin flush with warmth as he pulls you to him, sliding his hand under your shirt. You get so lost in the feel of each other that you don't hear the footsteps approaching. "What the fuck is going on?!" Rhys's voice echoes off the shelves. In an instant he is upon Azriel and lands a blow to his chin before he can react.

"Rhys, Stop!" You shout but he ignores you as he continues his assault on Azriel who is now blocking what he can and landing a few of his own. "Both of you stop!" You demand as you try to pull Rhys off of him. In Rhys's fury he manages to slam you back into the railing. The back of your head hitting the top of the railing causing you to get dizzy. Only once they realize what happened do they stop to check on you. Rhys quickly kneeling in front of you asking if you're okay.

"You shoved me." You answer expressing your shock. "I'm sorry, it was an accident. You know I would never intentionally hurt you." He says sounding panicked. "I want Azriel." You say as your vision blurs. "I'm here, angel. What can I do to help?" He says kneeling beside you. "Get Madja." Is all you manage to say before blacking out as your adrenaline wears off.

As you wake up you hear muffled voices. They slowly become clearer as you come to. You blink your eyes trying to adjust to the darkness. "None of this would've happened if you had kept your hands off of her!" Rhys tells Azriel. "Well if you had listened to her and stopped when she asked twice this wouldn't have happened." Azriel responds before his gaze turns to you.

"How are you feeling, angel?" He asks as he sits on the edge of your bed. "My head hurts." You answer softly. "You've got a pretty nasty bump, it's going to hurt for awhile." He says. "Do you need me to get you anything? A drink? Something to eat? You've been out for awhile." He says softly not trying to cause your head to hurt any worse. "Water would be good." You answer. "I'll be right back with that." He says giving you a soft smile.

Once he closes the door behind him you turn your attention to Rhys. "What the hell was that about?" You ask angrily. "I caught my best friend with my sister, what did you expect." You roll your eyes. "I expected you to act like an adult and not get into a physical fight with your best friend." You answer. "I was trying to protect you!" He says.

"Azriel is the last person I need protection from!" You shout as Azriel walks back into the room, "He's your best friend, and he's my mate." You announce. Rhys's face falls, "How long?" He asks, glaring at Azriel. "Since the war." Azriel answers for you. "And I'm just now finding out about this. Why?" He asks. "Because she was worried about how you would react and what it would mean for you and I." Azriel says plainly.

You send a flood of love and thankfulness along the bond to Azriel. He hands you the water letting you take a drink before placing it on the nightstand. "I'm happy for you both, its just going to take some getting used to." Rhys says, rubbing the back of his neck. "Thank you." You tell him softly. "Don't thank me yet, if you hurt her I'll send Nyx after you." Rhys teases, "good luck telling him."

"I better let you get some rest. Azriel, you better take good care of her." Rhys says. "Always will." He answers. "I truly am sorry I hurt you, I never meant to." Rhys says, turning his attention to you. "I know." You say with a smile before he kisses the top of your head. He takes his leave, and Azriel lets loose a sigh, "At least he didn't kill me." He says with a smile. "True, but I have a splitting headache." You tell him giving him a pouty face. "Daddy, please take care of me." You say. He climbs in bed and cuddles up beside you, "Anything for you, angel."

#acotar #batboys #sarah j maas #acotar fanfic #azriel #azriel x reader #rhysand #rhys acotar

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bchan95 · 7 months

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Tension Pt. 2

Part 1

I turned my head to look over my shoulder and met his furrowed brows. I plaster a smile across my face and roll my eyes at him.

“He’s literally just being nice, you don’t need to get all “overprotective older brother Channie” right now… plus, that sweet girl looks so bored in the corner now.”

I met her eyes from across the bar. She was trying to be nonchalant about the way she was looking over at our table, but I could feel her stare burning every few seconds. I took another sip from my glass and returned my attention to the table.

That’s when he grips my shoulder. Squeezing it two times before sitting down in the chair next to me. I hated when he got like this. All aggressive and moody. It immediately brought the vibe of the table down. I shot a pleading look toward Yuna, hoping somehow she could break the ice.

“So Chan, who is this girl?” Yuna asked. You could tell from her tone that she could have cared less about that answer, her eyes widening with fake amusement before they met mine again.

Chan chuckled, taking a sip of his drink before responding. “Her name is Momo, and I just met her on the dance floor here. Nothing serious.”

I could feel him looking at me but I couldn’t bear looking back at him. I knew that my eyes would have given away that I was upset, and then he’d ask why and I’d have to lie. Again.

“Y/N,” Felix said softly, changing the subject “You should really ask that bartender for his number… he’s fit.”

I heard Chan sigh and pick up his glass again. I looked at Felix with a soft smile and rolled my eyes. I busied my hands by playing the puddle of condensation under my glass. I swished the cold liquid up and down the table as I thought of a proper response.

The truth? He was fit. I would be interested. If there wasn’t someone I was preoccupied with. Someone who didn’t even know he was standing in the way. I shook my head, taking a deep breath before speaking.

“He is pretty cute, but I’m not interested in talking to anyone tonight. I just want to be with you guys.”

Felix’s smile faltered for a moment, but he recovered with a soft knowing glance as he raised his glass to the middle of the table. Everyone followed suit in cheers, “happy birthdays” echoing across the group. After the celebratory sip, Yuna leaned over to whisper into Felix’s ear. Felix nodded, rapidly texting on his phone. Moments later, Lia’s phone lit up and she glanced at it with a slight smirk. Suddenly they all were rising from the table.

“We just want to get some air,” Felix said, smiling right at me. “We’ll be right back.”

The three scurried out of the room, leaving Chan and I at the table. I want to kill them. The silence in the air was ridiculous. It was never this weird with just the two of us, but I felt like my eyes had to be glued to this glass otherwise I’d combust if a single word came out of my mouth to him.

He touched my arm, drawing my attention to him. His deep brown eyes widened in this weirdly sentimental fashion. I tilted my head as I gazed at him. What changed in the last half hour? Where was the bold man with the gold rings and confident touch?

“What?” I giggled out of nerves.

He frowned even more “I feel like I let you down tonight.”

I scrunched my face. He chewed on his bottom lip as he waited for my response. A response I couldn’t find as I recounted everything that happened that night. His grip on my arm tightened a bit and I took a sharp breath in before finally speaking.

“What? How could you let me down?”

Chan shook his head, pulling his chair closer to mine. I could smell the honey on that whisky now. The sweetness of the smell mixed with the emotions swimming in his eyes almost had me reaching out to kiss him. I felt reckless when he was like this. Focused on me.

“I ditched you for a girl… again,” He sighed, his eyes widening even more. “Forgive me?”

I smirked at him, rolling my eyes. “Chan, I am not your mom… you don’t have to apologize for flirting.”

He fully frowned then, letting go of me. The sudden release brought a sudden chill to my forearm. I watched as he took another sip of his alcohol before speaking again. The way that glass raised to his plush lips.

No. Y/N. I shook my head, removing those intrusive thoughts from my brain. When his eyes met mine again was a little less heavy and he let himself softly smile.

“Are you okay Chan, you’re so quiet it’s making me nervous…” I say with a giggle, even though I was the farthest from joking.

I’ve known Chan for a long time. I know how easily he can shut down. When we were younger, far before either of us went to therapy, we would have explosive arguments about stupid things that would lead to weeks and weeks of silence on both of our ends. Fights over not having time for each other, for moving away, for forgetting birthdays and countless other reasons.

They’d always have to be solved by one of us caving and riding our bikes over to the other’s house with sour gummies in hand to apologize.

It had been a long time since Chan iced me out like that, and I wasn’t about to have it happen again. I tentatively placed my hand on his knee. This motion jolted him to attention, his eyes landing on mine again with rose-dusted cheeks.

“Seriously, what’s up?”

Chan looked at me again for a moment before sighing. He moved his chair even closer to mine. My heart slightly raced at the closeness but you stopped that daydream as soon as it started. His eyes darted, never focusing on one of the features of my face for too long. I felt my face heating up too. Finally, he cleared his throat.

“You… you’re really not into the bartender.”

I could have screamed. He wasn’t talking to me and was dragging out this whole silent treatment because of that bartender I talked to for 30 seconds? I opened my mouth to protest his ask when he spoke again, a bit softer.

“Because… I kind of don’t want you to be.”

That response glued my mouth shut in shock. What did he mean by that? It couldn’t possibly be what I think it is. I bite down on my lower lip, waiting for him to continue to speak but he stops there, looking at me with those round dark eyes. His hands moved to my knees.

“Chan, I told you that you don’t need to worry about me…”

“I’m not worried…. I’m…” he stops for a moment and takes a deep breath. His finger taps against my skin. “I’m jealous?”

He raises an eyebrow, waiting for my reaction. My cheeks grow warmer. He makes it so easy for my delusion to spiral. He’s been with another girl all night and he’s jealous of me giggling with a bartender? I wanted to spill my drink all over him and walk out. But I maintained composure, giggling softly.

“Mr. ladies man who has been dancing with a gorgeous girl all night is jealous of his bestie having a 2-second conversation with a stranger?” I teased, scrunching my nose at him as he rolled his eyes.

“I know it’s stupid,” He says as his hands draw random designs on my legs. “I just haven’t seen you act like that with someone before… so confident and giggly and… it made me feel some type of way.”

I raised an eyebrow “Yeah? Would you like to share this type of way with the class?”

He laughed for real that time, meeting my eyes with that lazy smile that I loved so much. The one that caused my heart to feel tight and warm like it was burning alive. He nodded at me before opening his mouth again.

“Like I wanted to wring his neck,” I scoff, causing him to smile wider. “I’m serious, I am the only one who should make you smile like that.”

I shook my head “You goof, you’re my best friend, you make me smile all the time.”

“Stop saying that.”

“Saying what?”

He stood as we spat back and forth. My eyes rose to meet his towering figure. He shook his head, walking closer and caging me in with my back against the table. My heart was thumping so loud I was sure he’d hear it.

“Best friend.”

I leaned my head to the side “Are you not my best friend?”

He laughed loudly, his hand coming down to touch my cheek. I was sure I was sunburnt at this point. The heat of his touch was too much for me to really understand right now.

“I am… but I’m also…” He leaned down toward my face, breath feathering my skin with a cool breeze. “I also kind of want to do this.”

“Chan, I-“ My sentence was cut off by his lips on mine. He moved slowly, savoring every push and pull of our lips as he pecked them repeatedly.

As we pulled away, I pushed his chest away from me. I stared at him in confusion. He looked back at me with the same sort of blank look, hands in his pockets. None of us said anything for a moment. I looked over to the left and the girl who had been there the whole night was gone. I looked back up at him again and his eyes were still on me. Unmoving.

#bang chan x y/n #bang chan fluff #bang chan smut #stray kids x y/n #bangchan x y/n #bangchan fluff #bangchan fanfic #bang chan fanfic #chan x reader #chan x y/n #Bang chan x reader

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long-live-astronerd-ghost-king · 1 year

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Poor Barman Part 4

~ Runs In The Family ~

~and the Ghost town~

Bartender picks syrups for cocktails.

Danny*appears behind him without sound*: Hello.again.

Barman: Boy, a couple more meetings and I'll think you're my stalker.

Danny: Nothing like that. My parents think that I rarely go out so they dragged me to the supermarket.

Maddie: Danny, where are you? Hello, sir.

~~~

Maddie: Yes, our boy is so shy. In his hometown he always runs away before being attacked by ghosts. Jack and I were so sure that in a new city with high crime Danny would be even more stressed. There are so many dangerous people here.

Barman’s gaze shifts to the innocently blinking boy standing behind. Danny draws a halo above his head by using strange green energy.

Bartender: Really, Mrs.? tell me more

*remembers yesterday when this “quiet as the mouse grave” boy tried to get into Killer Croc's mouth to inspect his fangs and almost made him write a letter of resignation*

~ and a chip off the old block~

Next night

Bartender: In conclusion, your immensely loving overprotective parents are unaware that you not only got into in a bad company but also rule it.

Danny: Hey, what management are you talking about. At school they don't even trust me to be a DJ.

Boy brings marshmallows on a stick to one of the Red Hood's thugs who immediately pulls out a lighter

Danny: I just love making new friends :D

Danny: Besides, overprotective doesn’t sound very respectful. Don’t say that in front of them. My mom’s name made of "mad" and "die" parts for a reason. She could break Two-face's spine as a light workout.

Barman: I believe in it.

~ and the last brain cell of the Fenton family ~

Danny *shows the Bartender a photo*: This is my sister Jazz. She wants to be a psychologist. She has the best grades in Amity Park!

The bartender*is happy that there is at least someone adequate in the boy's family*.

Danny: Tomorrow she will come here without me to discuss some publications with Dr. Quinzel. Don't give her any trouble.

Barman: I was wrong

Danny: What?

~~~

Danny: And so, guys, why are you were bad boys?

The holding cells at the Gotham Police Station.

All criminals are sitting in the opposite corner from the 14-year-old boy.

Police officer: You're listed as an emergency contact for him.

Jazz: And what did he do this time?

Police officer: He placed Mr. Freeze in a strange non-melting ice. Persuade him to releave the villain and Commissioner Gordon will let your brother out. We cannot offer an interrogation. It's a waste of time.

Jazz: Mr.Barman,hello,what are you doing here?

Barman: One of our bouncers sent someone to the hospital so the Boss sent me to pay his bail for him.

Jazz: I see. More importantly, Danny, come here. now. You’re in big trouble, little brother.

Danny *walks through the wall and throws handcuffs on the officer’s desk*.

Barman: You know what, I’ll come back later. I just remembered I left the iron on in the bar. Have a good day.

Danny: See you soon.

Barman: I hope not.

#dp x dc crossover #dp x dc #dc x dp #maddie fenton #danny fenton #Danny Phantom #dp #killer croc #waylon jones #jazz fenton #barman #harleen quinzel #harley quinn #commissioner gordon #two-face

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sivyera · 2 years

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Disney characters as boyfriends/girlfriends

ft. milo j. t., jim h., evelyn d., winston d., elsa, woody, maleficent, hiro h., tadashi h.

⤷ Milo James Thatch

He always wants to be near you. Loves holding your hand and kiss your cheek. He loves reading books with you and watching documentary movies. Movies marathons overall. Will do you your favourite tea/coffee all the time. He LOVES when you play with his hair. He can be very protective. Cuddles with you are his favourite. Buying another fluffy kitty.

⤷ Jim Hawkins

Partners in crime. Saving him from the police. His mom loves you, she think Jim will be more good when he is with you. Making him small braids. Cooking together. Helping him with everything. He is very grateful for you. Nose kisses and neck kisses. Surfer races, he is always so proud when you win. He smiles sincerely whenever you are around.

⤷ Evelyn Deavor

Neck kisses all the time. Making you suit and other things when she's bored. Hugs from behind. Matching nails once a time. Sitting at her lap in her laboratory. She will give you her hoodies. She always put more perfume on it when she is about to give you the hoodie. Cooks your favourite food. Unknowingly playing with your hair. She loves it and playing with them automatically.

⤷ Winston Deavor

Dates at fancy restaurants. Helping him convince people about heroes About that they are good. Buying you expensive clothes and other things like new phone, watch etc. Doing masks together while drinking wine and watching movies. Playing with his hair when he is in stress. He is a small spoon because he feels safe in your arms. He loves getting coffee and cinnamon rolls with you every morning.

⤷ Elsa

In hot days she will cool you down. Making her braids. Anna loves you and is very supportive for your relationship. Taking coffee/tea together. Common ice skating. She trust you more than anyone. Making you little cute things from ice. She praises everything you do. Spending so much time together. She leaves you little notes when she have some things to do and have to leave early.

⤷ Woody

Spending all his time with you. He lets you borrow his hat. Deep talks. Helping him saving other toys. He loves you more than anything even more than Andy and Bonnie. His eyes gets soft when he sees you. Putting his head into crock of your neck. Loves seeing you smile. And he never fails to make you smile. He is jealous of Buzz.

⤷ Maleficent

Maleficent never thought she could fall in love again. But she did and it was the best thing she ever did. Protective gf, like even overprotective. Common flights. She always hugs you from behind and flights high just to see your reaction. She loves teasing you. Hugs from behind are her favourites. She let you touch her wings and horns. Neck and nose kisses. Jealous af.

⤷ Hiro Hamada

Cute picnic dates. Cheek kisses. Sarcastic couple. Building robots together. Cooking together. Watching movies mostly action or fantasy. Gets jealous easily. He pulls you closer to him when he is asleep. Let you paint his nails. Aunt Cass loves you. She thinks you are perfect for Hiro. Probably little spoon. Loves when you play with his hair. Medium pda.

⤷ Tadashi Hamada

Helping him with Baymax. Really sweet and caring bf. Spending so much time in his lab with him. Hand holding and really sweet passionate kisses on the lips. Loves hug you from behind. Ice cream dates. Loves seeing you in his clothes. Loves playing with your hair or when you play with his hair. Big spoon. Protective but not overprotective, he know you can handle yourself. But if you need anything he will listen. Cass loves you as well.

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cuttergauthier · 8 months

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Secret Pregnancy

Josh Norris x Female Tkachuk Reader

Warning: annoying brother, fluff, Brady Tkachuk, pregnancy

word count: 0.6k

let me know what you guys think🤍

I am currently in Florida with my family and Josh, along with our son y/s/n, who is now 3 years old.

The boys decided to bring y/s/n on the ice today so they could teach him how to play hockey, especially since Matthew Only had a game tonight.

I am also 5 Months pregnant, thankfully my bump wasn’t big yet so I could still hide it. Josh and I wanted to keep this baby a secret especially since my family was really protective when I was pregnant with Y/s/n. I was wearing some biker shorts with a baby shirt today.

Emma, Taryn, my mom and I are sitting in the stands watching the boys teach Y/s/n how to play. Y/s/n loves watching his dad and uncle play so I have a feeling he’s going to make it far with hockey.

The girls and I are talking about pretty much everything. My mom tells stories of how it was when she watched my dad first teach Matthew and Brady.

“It’s adorable isn’t it, watching Josh teach him how to play?” My mom asked me, smiling.

The biggest smile made its way on my face.

“Yeah, and he loves it, he’s excited to teach this little one too” I said without thinking and putting my hand on my bump. The girls gasped.

“What?” Taryn asked, surprised.

My eyes widened

Crap I wasn’t supposed to tell them.

“You’re pregnant?” my mom asked with teary eyes.

“I wasn’t supposed to tell you” I said

“Why not?” Emma asked smiling.

“Josh and I wanted to surprise everyone after the baby was born, which I know was going to be hard especially with you and brady being in ottawa, but everyone was so overprotective last time it was driving me crazy and I didn’t want to go through that again” I said softly.

“Oh, sweetie they care and love you so much, i know it sucks when they don’t want you to do anything, but they just want you and the baby to be safe” My mom said.

“I also can’t keep this from Brady, he’ll know… I can’t lie” Emma said making us laugh.

<<<

Skip to the playoff game.

We made it to the suite, I had a feeling Emma already told Brady and that my mom had already told my dad since they kept looking at me every few minutes.

The first period had started when I started to get hungry, I started getting up from my seat when Brady looked to see what I was doing.

When he notice I was getting up, he got up instead.

“Sit down, what do you want? I’ll get it for you” He said. I sighed and sat back down to look at Josh, who was already looking at me confused.

“You told him?” Josh asked

I shook my head.

“I let it slip by accident this morning when I was with the girls sorry” I told Josh sadly.

Josh smiled.

“Babe it’s fine, I almost let it slip a few times.” He said

“I can’t believe you guys were going to keep this a secret.” Brady said.

“Brady I love you, but you are way too overprotective” I said.

“I’m sorry I just want to make sure you are being safe.” He said softly

“I know, I love you, but if I ever need anything you know I'll ask. I’m only 5 months pregnant, I can still move” I said getting up, sending him a smile.

“Promise?”

“Yes I promise, now sit back down and watch Matty while I go get myself some food”

He sighed before he sat back down.

“Fine” he said

I smiled at this. Hopefully it stays this way but I know the closer I’ll get to the end of the pregnancy he’ll get overprotective again, they’re lucky I love them.

#nhl fanfiction #nhl imagine #nhl blurbs #nhl blurb #nhl #hockey imagine #hockey blurb #hockey fic #hockey #hockey fanfiction #josh norris imagine #josh norris fic #josh norris blurb #josh norris #brady tkachuk #matthew tkachuk #tkachuk reader x josh norris

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corrodedcoffins-blog · 4 months

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Bonding of Sorts

older!rockstar!eddie x popstar!reader

note: isla and walker are 15 in the timeline (probably ~mid 2024 vibes)

warning: teenage love, the start of a step-mom/step-daughter relationship <3

word count: 1.8k

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y/nl/n: gorgeous girls!

lil.lilian: you did me dirty in that pic.

isla_munson: impossible! theres no doing you dirty, you look beautiful at every angle!

lil.lilian: liar but 😘😘

_jesss: not hals completely judging me in the forth pic

Haley08_: yeah, im always judging you

_jesss: 🖕

walker.scobell: cute fit, or lack thereof

isla.munson: omg! thats exactly what my dad said!

sienna.taylor: my little private school girl 🥰

-twitter-

Tina

@/updates_on_y/nl/n

Isla Munson posted these two photos of her and Y/n on her instagram today!

Lani @/percabeth.hearts replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n I've never seen y/n happier!!

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n They're relationship is so cute! 🥰🥰

tess @/it.rhymes.with.jess replying to @/decodeisunderrated y/n and eddie's or y/n and isla's??

Abby (taylor's version) @/decodeisunderrated replying to @/it.rhymes.with.jess Both! 😁

Jamie @/jAmie_ replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n she shouldn't be hanging out with her boyfriends daughter so much until they're more serious.

nia @/parisgellar_stan replying to @/jAmie_ oh? so you know them personally??

anna @/wolfstar.stan replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n why no one mention how pretty isla is?!?!

betty @/betty_broski replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n the thought of eddie taking the second picture warms my heart <33

Kevin @/pens_87 replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n She looks the same age as heR boyfriends kid 😬

leah @/im.talking.nonsense replying to @/updates_on_y/nl/n them out shopping together 😭😭

“Ah.” Isla sighed, dropping her phone to her chest, and looking up at the ceiling. She was sitting on the couch in the New York apartment, Y/n had come over and was walking down the stairs when she saw Isla, “What was that love sick look about?” The woman asked, in a teasing voice.

“Oh, um.. N- nothing.” “Who are they?” Y/n asked, completely disregarding isla’s defence. And coming to sit down next to the girl, forgetting she came down to get her and Eddie drinks.

“His name’s Walker..” Isla grinned, not being able to stop it when talking about Walker, especially not with Y/n they were too close and comfortable with each other now. “..and we’ve been friends for a couple years, and he’s really cute, and I really like him.”

At Isla’s little rant, Y/n sprung into action, “Okay, I’m gonna go get what I came down here to get for Eddie then I’m coming straight back and we’ll talk about this.” “Okay.”

Quickly gathering the ice tea Eddie and her wanted, pouring herself some, and getting Eddie a couple snacks to occupy him, not knowing how long this talk with Isla will last. Then saying a quick ‘one sec.’ to Isla, she ran upstairs, opening the door and finding Eddie where he was before.

“Thank you, angel. Hey, where's yours?” “Downstairs.” Coming to sit on Eddie lap, facing the man, with a serious face on. “What’s wrong?” “Nothings wrong. Just… I wanted to talk to you before I talk to Isla, she wants my advice on a boy, and don’t go be overprotective dad on her. That’s exactly what she doesn’t want. But I need to know what you're okay with me saying, or if you're not okay with me saying anything, and I won’t.”

Smiling, and placing a quick, chaste kiss on his girl’s lips before replying, “Baby, thank you for asking me. I’m fine with you talking to her. So who is he?” “She said his name is Walker? That someone from school or-” “That kid?! Oh well, I don’t think that kid has a bad bone in his body. So yeah, you can.. Give her advice.. On a boy. Geez” “You’re getting old, baby.” Giving the girl a pinch on the ass, causing a jolt of the girl's body and a laugh coming out of her lips, before she continues, “Okay. I’m going. I love you” A quick kiss on her soft lips, and in getting an ‘I love you too’ Y/n walks out of the room, running down the stairs to see where Isla is still sitting.

“Okay! Tell me everything.”

“I just don’t know how you tell a guy you like him.” Nodding in understanding, she mumbles, “It’s hard.” “...How old were you when you got your first boyfriend?” “Umm.. I was 15.” “Did you ask him out or did he ask you?” “He asked me.” The girls were now on the floor, Y/n painting Isla’s toenails, drinking ice tea, and eating popcorn, ‘10 Things I Hate About You’ on in the background.

“Of course he did, cause you’re beautiful. No way he would ask me out.” “Hey. Isla, you are beautiful. And gorgeous, and amazing, and smart. Besides from what you’ve told me about Walker. I wouldn’t be surprised if he did really like you, like you like him, but was just too nervous to say anything.” “Shut up.” Isla says, her face permanently red at this point with how long they’ve been talking about her love life.

“And guys like when girls take charge and ask them out.” “But we’ve been friends for years, and I don’t want to ruin that.” A completely logical argument, one Y/n had used on her friends years ago. Now switching to paint Isla’s other set of toes red, thinking about what she can say, to satisfy Isla’s need for a solution. “Hey! Why don’t you ask him to hang out here, just the two of you?” “And have Dad hovering over us the whole time? No way!”

Adjusting her position on the floor, getting more comfortable before continuing, “We’ll what if it was me? A day where you’re Dad will be out and I can come over, you guys take the living room and I’ll stay out of your way upstairs?” “Omg! You can do that?! Please Y/n, please!” “I’ll have to ask Eddie, and if he says no then it’s no.” “Okay! Go! Go! Ask him now!” “I have to finish your toenails!” “I can do that. Go ask my Dad, then if he says yes you have to come help me draft a text to him!” “Okay!”

Hopefully running up the stairs for the last time today, Y/n walks into Eddie’s room, smiling, hoping that might sway Eddie slightly. “I thought you would never come back. What have you been doing down there?” “Painting nails, watching rom-coms, stuffing our faces, the usual for a girls night. But I have to ask you something.” Y/n says, sitting next to Eddie on his bed, pushing his laptop off his lap, in order to have his full attention for this.

“Why do I feel like it’s going to be something I’ll want to say ‘no’ to?” “Well.. Maybe.. Maybe not.” “That was very reassuring.” “Listen, Isla wants to invite Walker here, to hang out, but she doesn’t want her Dad there-” “We’ll she can’t be alone with a boy.” “You said there wasn’t a bad bone in his body.” Y/n said obviously teasing. not wanting Eddie to think that’s what she was suggesting, “Well he’s still a teenage boy.” “Off topic. I was thinking that maybe, the next best thing for her would be if it was me here. They could stay in the living room, and I’ll just hang out upstairs or something, so I can hear what they’re doing but not hover.” A couple seconds of silence was too long in Y/n’s opinion for this subject.

“Okay.” “Really?” “Yes, but they can’t go in her room, and you keep the door open of any room they’re in.” “Of course, baby! I want what's best for her." "I know." "Oh Eds, she’ll be so happy!” “I hate this.” “I know, but she’s growing up.” “I know.” “I’m gonna go tell Isla the good news!” Y/n says, running out of the room. Before quickly turning around going to the side of the bed Eddie was on, giving the man a lengthy kiss and whispering an ‘I love you’

“What did he say?!” The question is yelled at the woman, as soon as she’s back in sight. “You’ll be happy.” “Really?!” “Yes.” “Oh my god! Oh my god. We have to figure out what I’m gonna text him.”

“-and no going upstairs, and if you go in any room together the door stays open. Understand?” “Yes, Dad. Now go, I have to get ready.” Pushing her Dad towards the door, not wanting him here any longer.

“Can I say goodbye first?” “If you must.”

Walking over to Y/n, giving her a peck on her soft lips, then dipping his head down to whisper in the girl's ear, “Please keep an eye on them.” “Of course, Eds, it’s gonna be fine.” With that piece of mind and one last kiss and an ‘i love you’, Eddie walks back towards the door that was already held open for him by his wonderful and loving daughter. “Bye hun, love you.” “Love you too, Dad. Bye!”

Shutting the door and turning to the woman standing at the staircase, “You need to get me ready, and tell me what to wear.”

“I can’t believe you let me do this!”

Y/n sat at the kitchen island, watching as Isla paced in front of her. Isla was a wreck as soon as Y/n started getting her ready 30 minutes ago, just after Eddie left for the recording studio. “You are going to be fine.” Y/n said, to nonchalant for Isla’s taste, “You’re too calm!” “The guy I like isn’t coming over.” ‘Well-” Isla was cut off by the sound of the buzzer, “Hey Isla, it’s Walker” running over to the panel on the wall to buzz the boy in, “Hey! Come up… That was too excited, I’m gonna mess this up.” “Isla. In my experience, if you ask a guy to hang out alone they think it’s a date. In a man’s brain ‘hang out alone’ and ‘date’ are synonyms, so the fact he said yes to this, I’m sure he’s just as nervous as you.” “Okay.. Thanks, Y/n”

Interrupted by the doorbell, Isla gave Y/n a quick hug, running to the door. Of course, flattening her hair before opening the door. “Hey, Walker.” “Hey.” And being teenagers who like each other, Y/n swoops in to save the conversation. “Hi, I’m Y/n it’s nice to meet you, Walker.” “It’s nice to meet you too.” “Okay! The living room is free, I’ll be upstairs, and I’ll order pizza later. Walker, cheese or vegetarian good?” “Yeah.” “Okay! Have fun.”

Within only a couple minutes, Y/n could hear the conversation flowing and not wanting to eavesdrop, putting on a show to watch.

About 40 minutes later, pausing the show she was watching to go to the bathroom, Y/n cannot hear anything from downstairs. And she was sure she knew what was happening, but she promised Eddie she would keep an eye on them and at the end of the day Y/n was a curious bitch.

Creeping slowly down the stairs, not making a sound. Y/n stops abruptly seeing Isla and Walker sharing a small kiss on the couch, in true awkward teenage fashion, Isla’s hands at her sides and Walker's hand on her upper back, the other at his side.

Walking back up the stairs, and waiting a moment the woman makes an over exaggerated amount of noise. Not wanting to embarrass the two that she saw them, “I ordered the pizza! One large cheese, one large vegetarian, and one medium meat lover for your Dad. But Walker, you're welcome to have some of that.” “Thanks Y/n.” Isla said, giving Y/n a look that said ‘go away, this is the same reason I didn’t want my Dad here’ but both of them know that Eddie would be way worse. “Okay.. That’s all, back to it.”

As soon as the door closes, Isla jumps around and lets out a squeal that was close to deafening. “Oh my god! I’m so happy you got me to do that!” “So what led up to that kiss?” “Oh! I knew you saw it! God- that’s so embarrassing.” “Hey, I get it. I was a teenage girl once. And I did way more embarrassing things. Come on sit.” Patting the couch cushion next to her, “I wanna know everything.”

"After we kissed, he asked me out for tomorrow... And I was wondering if you could ask my Dad?" "No. You have to, but I can be there for you."

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froggibus · 2 years

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In celebration of that shimada brothers 'let's have a baby' how about a shimada brothers + reaper headcannons of how they would be as parents?

How They Are As A Father - Shimadas + Reaper

Genre: headcanons + fluff!

Word Count: 600 (like 200ish each)

CW: mentions of S*jiro, lots of fluff, christmas + halloween tropes, genji is a soccer mom and you can't change my mind

this was such a cute idea and im glad i could bring it to life for you anon! i hope you enjoy <3

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Hanzo

strives to be better than his father

very overprotective of you + the baby when your first child is born

calms down over time tho

would do anything for his child

definitely reads them a bedtime story every night (bonus points if he makes it up)

he loves to play outside with them—rain or shine

would teach them self defense

also would give them the option when they’re older if they want to learn to shoot a bow/use a sword

if they want to do a different activity instead? he still tries to be supportive

films everything

also for some reason i picture him making scrapbooks??

volunteers to be a parent supervisor on all of the field trips

and knows every single one of their teachers

he would definitely go up to the door to trick or treat with them too

and christmas?

you have to stop him from buying the whole toy store

still they end up with way more gifts than originally intended

would make a big deal of Santa coming

like would set up a whole scene after they go to bed—reindeer tracks and everything

also he’s an excellent gift wrapper

would have a distinct wrapping style for himself, Santa etc

10/10 father he loves his kid(s) so much

Genji

also tries to be better than their father

tries to be firm but always caves

definitely the type to accidentally swear/do something he’s not supposed to in front of the kids

“I’ll buy you ice cream if you don’t tell mommy”

they end up getting lots of ice cream

worries sometimes that they’ll be embarrassed that he’s a cyborg so you have to comfort him sometimes

i feel like he would sing them to sleep every night??

is extra about everything

he’s on the PTA and bakes cookies for every event

Halloween? he’s coordinating everyone’s costumes

would definitely use “dad tax” as an excuse to steal some of their candy afterwards tho

also he dresses up as Santa to put gifts under the tree

“babe, the kids have been asleep for hours, you don’t have to wear the costume” “but what if they wake up”

also definitely is a part of the carpool + always talks about ‘that bitch Karen’

Reaper

he would be a great father

definitely very sleepy and always takes naps with the kids

is the type to patrol their room if they complain about monsters under the bed

somehow knows exactly what to do too

you’re kind of jealous of it actually

until you see how close he is with them and how cute it is

doesn’t initially want to volunteer for anything at their school/extracurriculars

cannot resist puppy dog eyes though and gets roped into it anyway

the “idk ask your mom” type

plays with the kids for hours

they will literally be using this man as a jungle gym and he doesn’t even flinch

carries them to bed when they fall asleep in weird places

if some kid was bullying them at school, he would definitely have some strong words for them

“kick them in the shins” “gabriel!”

not a big fan of Halloween but will hold their hands if they get scared

also insists they wear a coat and even when they refuse carries it the whole night for when they inevitable get cold

loves to play in the snow with your kids

absolute snowball fight master

holds them up so they can decorate the top of the tree

helps them write letters to Santa + gives them letters back covered in white glitter and candy cane stickers

he’s so soft

would move heaven and hell for his kids

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psychedelic-ink · 6 months

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We Fall Like Snow ║ Part ⅠⅠⅠ

series summary: After the events that took place at the Cliff Beasts set, needless to say as his bodyguard (and friend) you became overprotective of Dieter. You have all your worries under control until you accidentally flip over a young fan by grabbing her wrist, causing the media to stir with speculations as to why. Luckily Dieter's family arrives in the nick of time, scooping you both from New York to their cozy cabin; however winter wonderland can't last forever and you need to face the consequences of your actions sooner or later.

pairing: Dieter Bravo x bodyguard!ofc; Amina Addams, written in reader format

chapter summary: You meet Dieter's cousin Everett. The family takes you ice skating.

word count: 8.1k

chapter warnings: dieter being a softie, piv, oral (receiving), lots dirty talking, near-death experience (almost drowning), vaginal fingering

**dividers by the amazing @saradika

The winter sun warms your skin as you step out of the car. You assume that the tall blond man being embraced by Adaline is the Everett you’ve heard so much about. Dieter laughs and pats Everett on the back.

You stand awkwardly in the snow, the freezing cold seeping through the soles of your boots, you feel a sense of isolation wash over you. You are used to being an integral part of Dieter's life, but now you find yourself on the outside looking in. You watch as Adaline embraces Everett, Dieter standing nearby with a grin on his face, and you can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy and longing. You want to be a part of this scene, to be included in the laughter and camaraderie, but instead, you are left standing on the sidelines. The sense of exclusion weighs heavily on your shoulders, and you can't shake the feeling that you will always be an outsider.

You take a step forward, your eyes looking up at the cabin. It’s quite big and cozy looking. You see decorations here and there, shadows of colorful light visible from the windows. There’s also a wreath hanging on the door. When you reach the family, Everett looks you up and down with curiosity. A shy smile touches your lips.

“And who’s this?” he asks as Adaline tears away from his broad frame.

“Oh, this is Amina, Dieter’s bodyguard,” she introduces them politely. “Amina, this is Everett, Claus’s sister’s son— Dieter’s cousin,”

As Everett reaches out his hand, you can't help but be struck by the contrast between him and Dieter. While Dieter's warm brown eyes radiate comfort and familiarity, Everett's crystal blue gaze is sharp and piercing, like a beam of light cutting through the darkness.

You take Everett's hand, feeling a jolt of electricity as you make contact. His smile is wide and friendly, but you can sense a hint of reserve behind it as if he's not quite sure what to make of you.

"It's nice to meet you," you say, trying to put him at ease.

Everett nods curtly, his accent revealing hints of his German heritage. His voice is clear and commanding, the kind of voice that would be perfect for a podcast or a radio show.

"I wasn't aware that bodyguards had to tag along everywhere," he says.

You can feel the tension between you and Everett, as if you're both trying to size each other up.

“Well they don’t,” Dieter answers instead, his voice thick with sleep. “But some stuff happened and mom invited her to tag along,”

Mom invited her

During this whole thing you never once stopped to think about if Dieter actually wanted you around. You always kind of assumed that he did. You try to brush off the sting of his words, but it lingers in the back of your mind. Everett looks at Dieter with his one eyebrow raised.

“What stuff?”

Claus slugs his arm over Everett’s shoulder, guiding him inside, “We’ll tell you all about it later. You know how your cousin is, always getting into trouble— Let’s get settled in first,”

Everett sneaks both you and Dieter one last look before disappearing inside with Claus, you can hear vague murmuring. Adaline sighs next to you. When you turn to look you notice a fond smile blooming on her lips, she shakes her head.

“He says that yet leaves us with all the luggage,” she clicks her tongue with a smile. “Anyway, let’s carry this all inside. I hope you’ll find everything alright,” It takes you a while to notice that the last part was directed at you. You nod quickly as you pick up two bags, they’re only slightly heavy. Dieter gives you a blank stare.

“I’m sure everything is lovely Mrs—” you clear your throat. “Adaline,”

As you make your way towards the quaint, cottagecore-inspired stairs, you’re being tugged back before you reach the first step. Adaline’s already up the stairs.

“Hey,”

It's Dieter, his face contorted in a way that you can't quite decipher. As you lower your gaze, you see that his hands are empty, palms turned towards you as if he's expecting you to give him something. You raise an eyebrow in confusion.

"What?" you ask, your voice tight with curiosity.

He gives you an exasperated look and steps closer, the warmth of his body radiating towards you in the cold, crisp air. You are suddenly very aware of his lips and neck, your own breathing becoming shallow and labored. Dieter leans in, slightly bending his knees as he takes both bags from you, his fingers brushing against yours in a slow, steady motion that sends shivers down your spine.

"You don't need to carry everything," he says, his voice low and intimate. "You're on vacation."

You stare at him unblinking, caught in the spell of his proximity and warmth. He climbs up the stairs, and when he realizes you're not following him, he turns and gives you a bright, humorous smile.

"Come on, what are you waiting for?" he asks, his voice laced with playful mischief.

"Yeah— Coming," you manage to reply, your throat feeling itchy and dry. You quickly make your way up the stairs.

The two of you enter the cabin together. Everett and Claus are both leaning over the counter, talking with quick breaths. Meanwhile, Adaline is rummaging through the fridge half-bent over. Looking around you notice the fireplace, large windows, and cozy-looking furniture. You see that the cabin isn’t fully decorated, one window has colorful lights dangling from the top of it while the other does not. The Christmas tree that sits in the corner is also undecorated, naked, essentially.

Dieter drops the bags and heads towards his family, you follow a close trail behind, the familiar movement causing you to feel nostalgic. Everett spots the two of you and breaks away from his conversation with Claus, who seems unbothered by the interruption. You wonder what the two of them were talking about, and if it has anything to do with your arrival.

“Dieter!”

“Everett!”

They embrace roughly as guys do. Everett slightly pushes Dieter down as the latter affectionately pats his stomach. They both laugh. When they part, their arms are still tangled around one another, and Everett’s gaze lands on you.

“So you brought your bodyguard, huh?” he asks, the question directed at Dieter.

You feel somewhat relieved that Claus wasn’t filling Everett in about what happened back in New York.

“She’s also my friend jackass,” Dieter answers, his tone light. “She’s here to have fun and relax—”

“Oh good, that means no one will stop me when I wrestle you to the ground,”

You chuckle at that, stuffing your hand in your pocket you tilt your head.

“Just because I’m not on the clock doesn’t mean you can wrestle him down,” the smile never wavers, and you shrug. Everett gives you a lopsided grin. “Besides, I taught him a couple of moves. I’m sure he’ll be able to hold his own,”

“Oh?” he hums, raising an eyebrow. “So you think he can beat me?”

You look him up and down. Did you think Dieter could beat him? No. Probably not. But you don’t allow the question to linger in the air.

“Positive.”

He laughs, and the sound sends a pleasant tingle up your spine. Looking at Dieter, Everett squeezes his shoulder.

“Hear that Dieter? She thinks you can beat me, care to prove her right with a friendly match?”

“If you promise not to cheat,”

“Me? Cheat?” Everett lets out an exasperated gasp and touches his chest. “I would never.”

Dieter rolls his eyes at that but he’s smiling, he pats Everett’s stomach once more and peels away from the embrace.

“Sure then.” Dieter’s gaze momentarily lingers on you, eyes softening. “We can fight.”

“You two used to wrestle a lot?”

Everett nods, “We used to do it annually when the family came together but that doesn’t happen anymore. Flights aren’t cheap,”

“Oh, you took a flight here? From where?”

“I didn’t but for my folks to come over they would have to. They live in Germany,”

Noticing your shock, Dieter cuts in.

“Most of my father’s side still lives in Germany; my aunt, my cousins, grandparents. They don’t like to travel a lot, but Everett lives here so we get to see him more often than the rest. The other’s sometimes facetime us on Christmas,”

“And we usually meet up here but someone—” Everett’s brows furrow as he turns to his cousin. “—Didn’t make it last year,”

Dieter groans, eyes staring up at the ceiling. “How many times am I going to say this I was working,” he suddenly gestures to you. “If you don’t believe me ask her, she was there while I was busting my ass off,”

“Oh yeah, he was very busy,” you say, exaggerating every word and adding a wink at the end. Everett laughs, and Dieter pouts.

“Just because he’s a movie star he thinks he can ignore us,” Everett answers, Dieter’s frown deepens.

“Don’t call me that.”

The air grows heavy with the subtle venom beneath his words, Everett is still smiling, however, you can see worry crossing his face, and the corner of his eye twitches. You immediately regret making fun, you should’ve known better.

Though, in your defense, you had called Dieter a movie star many times before and he never once showed any signs of annoyance. Everett lifts his hand to presumably put it on Dieter’s shoulder, but the latter moves away before he can.

“I think mom might need my help,”

Your eyes wander to the kitchen, you can't help but be struck by the chaos unfolding before you. Adaline is flitting about like a hummingbird, her hands a blur as she mixes ingredients and tosses them into a bowl. Dieter soon joins her, following her instructions and pulling out pots and pans from the cabinets.

It's a sight to behold, and you can't help but be entertained by the mother-son duo in the kitchen. But as you watch Dieter reach for a bowl, you can't help but be struck by something else entirely.

His shirt rides up ever so slightly, exposing a patch of skin just above the small of his back. And oh boy, is it a sight to behold. You feel your mouth fill with saliva as you drink in the sight of Dieter's soft stomach and freckled skin.

You try to look away, but it's too late. Everett has already noticed your gaze, and you can feel your cheeks burning with embarrassment.

You turn to him, hoping he didn't see what you were looking at. But the twinkle in his eye tells you everything you need to know. He knows exactly what you were looking at.

“Sorry about that,” he says sheepishly. For a moment you think that he’s talking about you ogling his cousin. “I wasn’t expecting him to get mad at that,”

You blink, his words slowly registering.

“Me neither,” you mutter, observing the tips of your boots. “I call him a movie star all the time, he’s never seemed upset by it before. Like, I joke about it constantly.”

"You know, his parents have a habit of calling him that when they're upset with him," Everett whispers, leaning in closer and brushing your ear. "They use it very derogatory. They're supportive of what he does, but sometimes it can get heated, especially with all the constant news flowing around him. And, well... when he didn't show up last year, they did get a bit upset."

You have a feeling it might’ve been more than a bit.

Everett's words wash over you, and you can't help but feel a sense of melancholy. You've seen the headlines about Dieter, and you know how cruel the media can be. The paparazzi have never shown him mercy, and you can't begin to imagine the toll it must take on him and his family.

Everett seems to sense your distress, and he takes a step back, his hands coming to rest on his hips. His playful wink is meant to lighten the mood, but you can't shake the feeling of sadness that has settled over you.

"But hey, you didn't hear it from me," Everett says, his voice low and conspiratorial. "He's a bit touchy on the subject."

Dieter's mother calls out to him, her voice carrying through the house. "Everett, dear. Why don't you show Amina to her room? Breakfast slash brunch will be ready in a bit."

Your heart sinks as Dieter doesn't even look up at you, his eyes fixed on the bowl in front of him. You can't help but feel a pang of hurt, wondering if there's any way to bridge the gap between you and Dieter.

Everett leads you upstairs, showing you to your cozy room.

Unlike the living room, your room has already been fixed up before your arrival. It’s bright, the walls pastel yellow, and the windows large with Christmas lights dangling down from the top. You also spot a tiny balcony, a roundtable stands in the middle of it. The bed is king-sized, it looks luscious, and soft as if it was ripped directly out of a commercial. There’s a small fireplace in the corner of the room. A soft tingle spreads throughout your muscles and you realize how in dire need of sleep you are.

“Tired?” Everett asks standing next to you, when you turn to look at him you see that he’s smiling.

“A bit but I’ll be fine,”

“You’ll probably have time to rest after we eat, then I think Adaline wants to go ice skating,”

"Ice skating?" you ask, your voice filled with hesitation. You've never done it before, and to be honest, you're not sure you have the talent to glide on top of a frozen lake.

Everett nods, his eyes twinkling with excitement. "Yeah, we do it every year. But don't worry, you don't have to skate," he says with a chuckle, clearly seeing the hesitation on your face. "There's an open cafe there that makes amazing hot chocolate. You can just watch and warm up with a cup of cocoa."

You let out a breath of relief, feeling grateful that you don't have to force yourself onto the ice. "That sounds great," you say, smiling shyly. You're not sure how much you would enjoy skating, but the thought of sipping on a warm cup of hot chocolate sounds like heaven.

You stand at the edge of the frozen lake, the snow drifting softly down from above, and you can't help but feel a sense of peace wash over you. The world around you is blanketed in white, and you feel like you're standing in the center of a beautiful, wintery wonderland.

Dieter is close by your side, his knuckles brushing over yours. The small cafe behind you is a beacon of warmth and comfort, its rich, chocolatey aroma wafting over to you on the chilly winter breeze. You can't help but feel your mouth water at the thought of sipping on a warm cup of cocoa, your hands wrapped around the mug as you huddle together in the cozy warmth. There’s only one other family occupying the cafe other than the Bravos.

"Are you sure you're not going to at least try?" Dieter prompts, looking at you with a crooked smile and an amused gaze. "I never thought you'd be scared of a little ice."

"What's that supposed to mean?" you ask, narrowing your eyes at him.

"Oh, I don't know. I just figured someone as tough and fearless as you wouldn't be afraid to take on a little challenge," Dieter says, his voice laced with teasing.

You can't help but laugh at his words, shaking your head. "I'm not afraid of a challenge, I just don't want to fall ass first onto the ice in front of all of you," you say, looking around at the rest of the family.

Your cross your arms against your chest as Dieter grins widely. He raises his hand that holds a pair of skates that Adaline had brought for you just in case.

“Don’t tease her, Dieter,” Claus says. He and Adaline are holding hands as they slowly start to move around the ice. “God knows you were terrified your first time too,”

“I was ten, dad.”

Without another word, Adaline and Claus skate away, leaving you, Dieter, and Everett standing together on the ice. Dieter is still holding out the skates, his smile taunting as he looks at you expectantly. You feel slightly off after the car ride. Dieter's behavior seems to be more erratic than usual and it's unsettling. It's not uncommon for him to act one way and then the other, but for some reason, it feels more jarring this time.

You chew your bottom lip, your eyes flitting between the skates and Dieter’s excited eyes. You’re not a fan of trying new things, especially when there’s a very high chance that you might be bad at it.

“Come ooon…” he sings, dangling the skates. “I know you want to,”

Everett nudges your arm with his own, a smile crossing his lips. You had forgotten that he was there.

“We’ll be sure to help you out,” Everett points at Dieter, his smile widening into a grin. “And I’m sure this one here won’t let you fall,”

"I wouldn't be so sure about that," you say smiling. "He might decide to seek revenge for all those early mornings I made him endure."

Dieter grins and nods, his look is soft, and it makes you question your cutthroat answer. It’s really not fair that he can sway your mind this easily. Sometimes you wonder if he knows the power he holds over you. His being oblivious to it might be worse actually. You let out a sigh, shake your head, and yank the ice skates from his hand. His eyes glimmer and the look makes your chest feel tight.

“We got her,” Dieter says.

“Only if you promise to teach me,”

“I promise.”

Quickly strapping on your skates, you stand with wobbly legs. It’s not a perfect fit and your feet slide up and down within. Everett’s already on the ice, watching you two as Dieter offers you his arm. With a smile, you cross your arms with his and your nails dig into his clothed bicep. He always feels warm.

As you step onto the ice, the cold air hits you like a wall and you feel your cheeks sting with the sudden chill. You struggle to keep your balance, wobbling, and flailing as you try to skate forward.

Dieter, sensing your distress, wraps his arm on your waist instead and steadies you, his body heat radiating through your coat and warming you up. You’re surprised when you realize how nice this actually feels, how normal it is.

But just as you start to feel comfortable on the ice, Dieter suddenly pulls away, leaving you to stumble and nearly fall.

"Hey, where are you going?" you call out, trying to keep your balance.

“This is the best form of education,” Dieter grins, skating backward. “I’m the mama bird and you’re the baby bird,”

“I don’t think mama birds kick their babies out of the nest!” you shout but you doubt he’s heard you, biting the inside of your cheek, you stretch out your arms and try to find some kind of balance.

You struggle to stay upright, and you can't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. Dieter is skating circles around you, teasing and taunting you with his impressive skills, while Everett watches from the sidelines with a mix of amusement and concern.

Everett is quick to fill the gap, skating up to you with a grin. "Need some help?" he asks, offering his hand.

You take his hand gratefully, letting him guide you around the ice. You allow him to guide you for a bit but then let go— determined to prove that you can skate on your own, you try to stand tall and glide forward. You try to stand tall and glide forward, but your efforts are short-lived as you lose your balance and begin to fall.

Just as you're about to hit the ice, Everett's quick reflexes kick in and he catches you, lifting you up and steadying you once again.

"Whoa there, you've gotta relax and take it slow," Everett says, his voice one of laced a clearly seasoned ice skater. "Here, let me show you how it's done. Before you try to upstage someone who’s been nearly skating his entire life,"

You laugh at Everett's words, and here you thought you were as unreadable as a blank wall.

Everett takes your hand and begins to guide you around the ice, showing you how to move your feet and find your balance on the ice. His patient instruction and easygoing demeanor help you to relax and enjoy the moment, and before long you're gliding around with ease.

As you skate, you can't help but notice Dieter watching you from a distance, his eyes fixed on you and Everett as you skate hand in hand. But as soon as he catches your gaze, he turns and skates off to join his parents. The intensity of the moment gone.

"Don't take Dieter too seriously," Everett says, sensing your discomfort. "He can get a little competitive at times."

You're surprised by this revelation, as you've always thought of Dieter relaxed, most of the time anyway. You never thought that he has a competitive streak.

"Really? I didn't know that," you reply, glancing over at Dieter as he skates across the ice with ease.

"Yeah, it's all in good fun though," Everett adds with a grin. "He's just trying to show off a little."

He teaches you more tricks and tips about ice skating, slowly it’s starting to get easier. You start to get to know Everett better, chatting and laughing as you glide across the ice. You learn that Everett is an engineer, but he doesn't seem too thrilled about his job.

"It's okay, I guess," Everett says with a shrug. "But it's not really what I wanted to do with my life. I always thought I'd be working on cool projects, designing and building things from scratch. But it's mostly just sitting in front of a computer all day, running simulations and crunching numbers."

You can sense the disappointment in Everett's voice, and you can't help but feel a little sorry for him. "That sounds really frustrating," you say sympathetically.

"It can be," Everett admits. "But I'm trying to make the most of it. I still get to work on some cool projects once in a while, and I get to see the impact of my work on the world. It's just not as exciting as I thought it would be."

“Yeah, I get that,” you answer, eyes lingering on Dieter who’s currently talking with his parents. When you turn back to Everett you see that his brow is raised, seeming slightly intrigued by your vague answer. You stammer over your words and scratch the back of your head. “I mean don’t get me wrong, I love my job but it can be a bit overwhelming.”

“Dieter giving you trouble?”

“I wouldn’t say that it was him giving me trouble—”

The conversation is cut short as Dieter skates back over to you and Everett, he announces that his parents are heading into town to do some shopping and they've invited you to join them.

"It's a bit of a drive, so we wouldn't be able to go into town a lot. So if you have anything you need now would be a perfect time to go and get it," Dieter says.

You hesitate, still feeling tired from the drive the night before. But Everett jumps at the opportunity, saying that he needs to buy something warm to wear at home since he forgot to pack a coat.

"Come on, it'll be fun," Everett’s words are directed at you, trying to coax you into joining them.

But as you stand on the ice, feeling the tension between you and Dieter, you're not sure if you want to go.

"I don't know," you say, looking back and forth between Dieter and Everett. "I'm still feeling a little tired from the trip."

But to your surprise, Dieter smiles and says, "It's okay, I'll stay with you if you don’t wanna go. The walking distance isn’t that far so we can head back home whenever you want to.”

You and Dieter stand side by side as you wave them off. But with the distraction of others gone, you feel at loss for words, as if this was the first time the two of you have been left alone. It’s a silly feeling, really. Talking to Dieter had never been something difficult to do, it always came naturally to you as breathing, even at the beginning of your friendship. You feel Dieter’s arm pressing against yours, a soft sigh falls from your lips. Even if he notices the sound, he doesn’t say anything.

The snowflakes are delicate and light, drifting down from the sky like tiny crystals. As they land on your skin, they feel cool and refreshing, a welcome contrast to the warmth of Dieter's touch.

“I’m sorry,” he says, his voice dropping. “I’ve been a bad host haven’t I?”

“No, no of course not—I get it, it can be hard spending time with family. Besides we’re all a bit tired from the ride over here, it’s normal for nerves to take over,”

Dieter nods and looks down at the ice, his handsome features shadowed. He doesn’t say anything else, his apology lingers in the air, neither of you not really knowing what to do.

Snow falls softly around you.

"I learned a few things from Everett. Want me to show you? I’m a pro now if you haven’t noticed,"

You’re both equally surprised at the sudden string of words leaving your mouth. Apparently, your body couldn’t handle the uncomfortable silence anymore. Without thinking you clamp a hand over your mouth and giggle. Dieter grins at you.

You can see the hint of a spark in his eyes. "Sure," he says, his voice laced with amusement. “Show me what you got pretty girl,”

Your eyes go wide, wanting to hide your shock you take off across the ice, gliding and swirling around Dieter as you demonstrate what you've learned. You’re still a bit slow and a bit clumsy, but you’re making it work somehow. You can feel the chill of the ice against your skin, and you can't help but laugh and smile as you skate.

Dieter watches you with a mixture of pride and amusement, and you can see the ghost of a smile lingering on his lips as he watches you skate. As you drift away from him, you can feel the tension between you melting away—Thankfully.

You drift further and further away from him, not really aware of how far you’ve gone. Slowly, you start to sense that something is wrong, an uncomfortable prickling itching at your skin.

At first, you dismiss the feeling as nerves or anxiety. But as you skate on, the ice beneath you starts to feel brittle and unstable. You hear Dieter calling out to you, his voice laced with panic and fear, and you turn to see him skating toward you as fast as he can.

But it's too late. With a sickening crack, the ice beneath you shatters and collapses, sending you plummeting into the freezing water below.

You scream as you hit the surface, the icy water taking your breath away. You can feel the cold seeping into your bones, numbing your limbs, and stealing your strength. You try to swim to the surface, but the weight of your clothes and the slipperiness of the ice make it nearly impossible.

You hear Dieter's voice calling out to you, but it seems distant and muffled as if he's far away. You're going to drown, all alone in this icy, freezing water.

Darkness closes in around you.

You never should’ve gotten on top of the ice.

Dieter watches in horror as you fall through the ice into the frozen lake. Without hesitation, he moves towards the hole, his heart racing with panic.

The ice is slippery and treacherous, and Dieter can feel the cold seeping into his bones. He can see you struggling in the water, your arms flailing as you try to swim to the surface.

Dieter's limbs feel heavy and numb. He reaches out with trembling fingers, trying to grab hold of your hand. You’re slipping away from him, your body writhing in the icy water. Dieter can feel the fear and panic rising in his chest, he feels on the verge of tears if he’s completely honest.

He remembers what his father taught him when he was a kid, about how to help someone who falls into a frozen lake. Keep your cool, don't go in after them, and call for help. But Dieter can't bring himself to follow those rules.

So he ignores the voice in his head, his arms outstretched to grab hold of you. The water is icy cold, numbing his limbs and stealing his breath. But he ignores the pain.

With a surge of adrenaline, Dieter hauls you up and out of the water, his arms straining with the effort. He can feel the ice cracking and splintering beneath him, but he keeps moving. You’re shaking and shivering, your clothes soaked. Dieter wraps his arms around you, trying to generate some heat and rub her body to warm her up.

As he holds you close, Dieter can feel his own body starting to shake with cold.

“Are you okay?” he asks with panic, ignoring his own freezing skin. Dieter cradles your face and rubs your cheeks with the pads of his thumbs. “Come on talk to me sweetheart, can you hear me?”

Your teeth chatter and you nod, “Y–Yeah— I’m just v-very c-cold,”

“Alright, hang on,”

Dieter helps you to your feet, he prompts you to lay your weight against him as he guides you both away from the hole, his feet slipping and sliding on the icy surface. When he finally reaches the end of the lake, he calls out to the staff and asks for a vehicle. He can feel you shaking in his arms.

Dieter doesn’t let go, and after this, he doubts he’s capable of letting you go.

You're not sure what had surprised you more, nearly drowning to your death or the fact that Dieter managed to pull you out of the freezing water.

You had nearly drowned, the icy water pulling you under with a ferocity that left you feeling helpless and panicked. A moment you wouldn’t be forgetting for a while. But Dieter had appeared out of nowhere, reaching out with strong arms to pull you out. I felt like half a dream and half a nightmare.

The drive back to the cabin had been a silent one, but not because you were too stunned to speak. It was the weight of the moment, the feeling of gratitude and relief mixed with the shock of the near-death experience that left you speechless. Dieter's arms were wrapped around you the whole way back, a constant and comforting presence.

You couldn't help but feel a bit disoriented due to the role reversal at that moment. Normally, it was you who was worried about Dieter, checking in on him and making sure he was okay. But this time, it was Dieter who was worried about you, and the thought was both surprising and deeply appreciated.

You step out of the shower, the steamy heat of the water clings to your skin. The mirror is fogged up from the humidity. You take a deep breath, relishing in the feeling of warmth and cleanliness that comes with a hot shower.

As you dry off, you can't help but think about Dieter. You close your eyes and imagine the two of you together, cuddled up in front of a fireplace as the snow falls outside. You feel as if this thought is almost forbidden, but think about it anyway, not being able to control the way your mind works after the adrenaline rush.

You can almost feel Dieter's soft lips on your forehead as he whispers sweet nothings in your ear, and you feel a warmth in your chest that has nothing to do with the steam in the bathroom.

You take one last look in the mirror, noticing the way the steam has caused your face to glow in a soft, romantic way.

When you enter your room, you’re surprised to see Dieter kneeling in front of the fireplace, a small flame flickering in the hearth. He looks up at you, but his usual smile is replaced with a somber expression.

Remembering you’re wearing nothing else but your towel, you tug the fabric closer to your chest, your breath hitches. You had never accidentally gotten naked in front of Dieter. In fact, you had made a conscious effort to ensure that he has never seen you naked, which was a hard thing to do considering who he is.

"What are you doing here?" you ask, hiding your anxious smile beneath the palm of your hand.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Dieter replies, his voice laced with concern. "And I wanted to make sure you were warm. I’ll leave."

You can see the worry etched on Dieter's face, and your heart breaks a little. You stop him just as he’s about to leave the room, blocking him with an outstretched arm, his gaze moves across your exposed skin and stops at your eyes.

"I'm fine, Dieter," you say softly. "You don't have to worry about me. I'm tough, remember?"

"I know you are," Dieter says, his voice heavy with emotion. "But that doesn't change the fact that I was terrified when I saw you fall into that lake. I don’t know what I would do with myself if something happened to you,"

You feel the fire starting to warm the room. "I'm okay," you say. "I'm safe. And I have you to thank for that."

As Dieter's face approaches yours, you feel a surge of nervous excitement. Your hands tremble as you grip the towel tighter, your knuckles turning white from the effort. The fire in the fireplace crackles and pops, casting a warm glow over the two of you.

Dieter's hands gently cup your cheeks, his thumbs softly caressing the delicate skin beneath your eyes. You can't help but sigh at the touch, your eyes fluttering closed as you succumb to the moment. You can feel your heart racing, your breath quickening as Dieter's lips inch closer to yours. It's as if time stands still, the only thing that matters at this moment is the two of you. When he speaks again, you can feel his lips brushing against yours.

“It’s my fault. I’m the one who asked you to skate even when you didn’t want to, then I left you, so caught up with my bragging,” his face is closer now, you can almost taste his lips, the air between you thick with tension. “You should be mad at me.”

"But I'm not," you say, your eyes flicking open to meet his gaze. The sadness in his eyes is palpable, and you feel a tightness in your chest at the sight. You can't help but remind yourself of the time he was just inches away from kissing you in that hotel room before his parents interrupted.

You reach up to brush a stray lock of hair from his face, your touch gentle and loving. "I don't know what it is about you, Dieter, but I just can't stay mad. You have a way of winning me over, no matter what."

As the words leave your lips, you feel like you're making a confession of sorts. Your heart is pounding in your throat, making it hard to catch your breath. The room suddenly feels suffocating, the walls closing in on you. The only thing that feels real at this moment is Dieter, his presence the only solid thing you can focus on.

You feel like you're drowning in his gaze. Your hands shake as you reach out to touch his cheek, your fingers trembling against his skin. You can feel the heat radiating off him.

You don't know what the future holds, but at this moment, you just don't care.

As you stand there in nothing but a towel, you feel a sense of vulnerability wash over you. But as Dieter's gaze meets yours, and all of that disappears.

He reaches out and touches your cheek in return, his fingers gentle and warm against your skin. You close your eyes, leaning into his touch, your lips parted in anticipation.

And then, he finally kisses you. His lips are soft and warm, and as he presses them against yours, you feel a heat flaring over your skin. You moan softly, your arms wrapping around his neck as you pull him closer, deepening the kiss.

You can feel the desperation in him, the way his hands grip you tightly as if he never wants to let you go. You feel the same way, your heart racing in your chest as you kiss him, your bottled-up emotions finally overflowing.

You feel like you're lost in a whirlwind of emotion, completely consumed by the feeling of his lips on yours. You don't care about the fact that you're supposed to be just friends, or that your job makes it complicated.

Your bodies press together as if they can't get close enough. You run your hands over his chest, feeling the muscles flex beneath your touch, and you can feel him shudder.

"We shouldn't be doing this," he whispers against your lips.

"I know," you whisper back. "But I can't help it.”

He sighs softly, his lips trailing down your neck as he kisses you with increasing intensity. You moan softly, your head falling back as you give yourself over to the moment. Dieter's hands trail down your back, you can feel arousal pooling between your legs. His touch is gentle, but you can feel the tension in his fingers, the way he's hesitant to explore further.

"Are you sure about this?” his fingers nervously trace the edges of the towel. "I mean, this could be an 'oh my god I almost died and now I need to fuck the nearest person' moment. I don't want you to regret this in the morning, or think that I'm trying to take advantage of you in your post-death-defying-adventure horny haze."

“You’re all good Dieter, believe me. I—” you swallow thickly, this moment feels like a dream, something that might disappear from between your fingers in an instant. “I don’t know what I feel but this—This is something I won’t regret.”

Dieter's fingers work quickly to untie the towel wrapped around you, casting it aside with a flick of his wrist. Your own hands are equally eager, fumbling with the hem of his shirt as you try to peel it off his shoulders.

The room is filled with the sound of heavy breathing and the rustling of fabric as you both move toward the bed. The warmth of the fireplace envelops you, adding to the heated atmosphere of the moment. Finally, with a final tug, his shirt comes free and you both tumble onto the bed, skin to skin, lost in the heat of the moment.

You can't help but feel a twinge of guilt deep in your gut. Despite the cozy atmosphere of the room, with the warmth of the fireplace and the soft, romantic light of the setting sun casting a golden hue, you can't shake the feeling that what you're doing is wrong.

You try to push these thoughts aside as you sink into the soft mattress, surrounded by plush pillows and blankets. The faint sound of snow falling outside adds to the sense of intimacy and coziness. Dieter's lips find yours again, and you try to focus on the present moment. He swallows the guilt that lingers in the back of your mind with a kiss, his tongue licking the inside of your mouth.

It is as if he’s everywhere all at once, his lips and hands moving over your skin as if they are a means of healing. Every touch feels like a balm, soothing away the doubt in your mind. Dieter cups your breasts, nipples pebbling at his touch, he’s rough but also carries a tenderness. Briefly, you wonder if this is what he’s like with the others as well. But the thoughts are quick to escape you when you feel wet, open-mouthed kisses traveling down your torso.

His mustache and patchy beard tickle you when he reaches the soft curve of your stomach, nuzzling it, he pulls your legs further apart, his breath against your heat sending a pleasant shudder up your spine. Dieter’s tongue dips between your folds and you let out a gasp, hips raising off of the bed with anticipation. His mouth moves lazily, drawing your clit between his lips, he sucks and draws circles with the tip of his tongue. You feel yourself nearly blacking out, slack-jawed, you groan at the way you slick drips from you and onto his tongue, drenching Dieter’s lips completely.

“F–Fuck…Shit—You’re good at that,”

You twitch when he chuckles, his breath forcing a shudder up your body.

“Well— as you probably know— I had a lot of practice,”

“Don’t get cocky,”

“Oh don’t worry, you’ll know when I get cocky,”

You can tell by his voice that he’s grinning from ear to ear, but you can’t bring yourself to quip back when he sucks your clit again—making the most obscene slurping sound you’ve ever heard a man make. Crying out, you pull at his hair. He kisses your mound, tongue still moving, and you feel two fingers pushing inside you. Your thighs close without you even thinking, he groans into your pussy and looks up at you between heavy lashes.

“That’s right baby,” he moans, voice rough. “Suffocate me, use me— Shit—You look so fucking hot right now—I wanna take a goddamn picture,” his eyes closed, teeth gently nipping at your clit.

Dieter’s fingers move deftly inside, both of the digits knuckle deep as he stretches you. Your breathing heavy, your head falls back. You take what he said to heart and start to grind yourself into his mouth, thighs shaking around the frame of his face, the small earing he has grazing the inside of your thigh.

“Want you to flood my mouth,” Dieter growls, his voice muffled as he buries his face between your legs. “Make a mess of me sweetheart, please,”

“God you have a filthy mouth,” you gasp, your lips feeling wet and swollen from his attention. “Just don’t stop talking, Dieter. Just— Keep talking,”

“For someone who tells me constantly to shut up, this is a bit of a surprise.” he teases, his eyes locked on yours as he continues to thrust his fingers deep inside you. "But I'm more than happy to give you what you want. What do you want me to say, sweetheart? Do you want me to tell you how beautiful you are like this, all wet and willing? Do you want me to tell you how hard I'm going to fuck you as soon as you cum all over my face?"

Your lips part with a groan and fist his hair, pulling his mouth closer to you as you beg for more. Dieter responds with enthusiasm, his tongue lashing over your sensitive flesh as he continues to talk in that rough, tremulous voice that drives you wild.

"I know it's hard to wait," he says with a mock sympathetic tone. "But there's no way this pretty little pussy is going to be able to take me unless you make everything nice and wet for me. So let go, baby. Cum for me,”

You can't hold back any longer, the pleasure building inside you until you think you'll burst. Dieter's dirty talk and skilled touch are too much to resist, and you find yourself crying out his name as you come, your body convulsing.

Dieter doesn't let up, his lips and fingers continuing to work their magic as he brings you through wave after wave of orgasmic bliss. Finally, spent and sated, you collapse back onto the bed, panting and trying to catch your breath.

"That was amazing," you gasp, still trembling with aftershocks.

"It's nothing compared to what's coming next," Dieter groans, his eyes dark with desire as he looms over you. "I'm going to fuck you until you can't remember your own name, sweetheart. And then I'm going to do it all over again."

You can't wait, your body already responding to the promise in his words. As Dieter moves over you, his body covering yours, you feel the heat radiating off of his skin and the rough stubble on his chin scraping against your neck.

Dieter's lips find yours. The taste of yourself is heavy on his tongue as he flattens the muscle over yours, groaning into your mouth. His hands roam over your body.

You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him closer as he grinds against you, the hard length of his cock pressing against your damp thigh. You just came but still, you feel that pleasant tingle deep in your core, begging to be taken care of.

Dieter seems to sense it too, his movements becoming more urgent, more desperate. He presses you further into the bed, his body covering yours as he enters you in one smooth, powerful thrust. You cry out, your body arching up to meet him as he begins to move inside you, his hips pistoning back and forth as he takes you higher and higher.

You cling to him, your fingers digging into his back as you ride the wave of pleasure, letting it crash over you again and again. Dieter's movements become more frenzied, his breath coming in short gasps as he drives himself deeper and deeper into you.

Finally, with a guttural cry, he reaches his own climax, pulling out, his body goes rigid as he spills himself over your stomach. You hear a string of fucks coming out with panicked whispers. You wrap your arms around him, holding him close as you tell him that it’s fine. His lips tenderly move above the slope of your shoulder as he draws circles around your oversensitive clit. It doesn’t take you long to come undone a second time, your orgasm washing over you smoothly like soft waves caressing a shoreline.

As the aftershocks of your orgasms fade away, you lay tangled in each other's arms, panting and spent.

The room is bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, the shadows cast by the furniture elongated and strange. The fire in the fireplace has burned down to a handful of glowing embers, the once-warm room now cool and still.

You lay there, tangled up in the sheets, still naked and vulnerable. Dieter sleeps peacefully next to you, his chest rising and falling with each breath. He really made true of his promise, making you come until you basically passed out.

But the peace is short-lived, shattered by the harsh ring of your phone. You reach out a hand, fumbling for the device in the darkness. The screen glows brightly, the time displayed in bold digits: 3 AM.

You answer the call, your voice thick with sleep. It’s Shannon.

“Yeah? What’s wrong?”

A minute later you hang up the phone, your mind racing with worry. Shannon's words echo in your head, the gravity of the situation sinking in. You don't want to wake Dieter, but you can't shake the feeling of panic that's welling up inside you. Pictures of you and him, circulating the internet— People were asking questions.

You slide out of bed, grab Dieter’s shirt and pull it over your head. You pad over to the window, pulling back the curtains to look outside. The world outside is dark and quiet, white snow covering the soil underneath. You feel a sense of isolation wash over you as if you and Dieter are the only two people in the world.

You turn away from the window and walk back over to the bed, sitting down on the edge and staring at Dieter's peaceful face. You can't believe that this is happening, that you've allowed yourself to be caught up in a situation that could be a dire hit to both of your careers.

You continue to stare at Dieter, your touch his hair, soft underneath your fingertips. You're not ready to face the reality of the situation, not yet.

So you sit there, lost in your own thoughts, and the minutes tick by.

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