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arien-rey · 6 months
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can i request for a miguel with an s/o who's having major baby fever for a daughter? you can make it smutty or fluffy!!
cw: breeding kink, light light choking, size kink
an: im sorry i literally went INSANE over this bc i know my man has a big big breeding kink!!! i made it realllly smut-heavy, hope thats ok with you! <3
wc: 1.2k
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“Daddy! Mommy!” Gabriella exclaimed, her face lighting with pure joy. She quickly sprints to Miguel, backpack swinging wildly. Without a moment’s hesitation, Miguel drops to his knee next to you and eagerly awaits his daughter’s embrace.
With arms outstretched, Miguel effortlessly catches Gabriella in mid-air and holds her tightly against his chest. A warm smile spreads across your face at the heartwarming scene, your husband’s large hands enfolded around your daughter.
As Gabriella buries her face into Miguel’s strong shoulder and he grins. “missed you, mija. How was your day at school?”
Gabriella pulls away and turns to hold your hand before shyly, begins to rattle on about her day; all the new friends she made, her soccer games at recess, and a particularly impressive drawing she made with water color. “Thats amazing, honey,” you exclaim, and Miguel nods in agreement.
As you walk back to the car, you feel a strong surge of love in your chest as you watch the way Miguel interacts with Gabi so affectionately. The way he listens attentively to every word she says, and how she runs into his arms with a goofy grin spread on her lips. It was attractive to say the least, and it got you thinking…
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“Miggy, I want another one.”
Miguel raised an eyebrow, a mixture of surprise and curiosity dancing across his face. He sets down his book to turn his attention to you fully. It was late at night, and the two of you were cuddling together on the couch after Gabriella was put to sleep.
“another baby, huh?”
“yeah, a cute baby girl. Just.. the way you handle Gabi is so…” Your voice trails off, unable to find the right words. he wraps his strong arm around you, smiling with playful satisfaction at your response and you, blushing shyly, bury your face into his chest.
“Please, Miggy,”
You whisper, and suddenly you feel his rough touch under your chin, gently tilting your head up to meet your eyes with his hazel ones, dim with a new desire.
“of course, nena. you want me to give you another baby girl? huh?”
you nod softly, shivering when you feel his other hand snake up your thigh, stopping on your inner thigh and gently messaging the flesh with his thumb.
“let me help you then,” he murmurs softly, drawing close to you, his lips meeting yours in a tender touch. With a gentle glide, his calloused hand caresses your chin, cradling your cheek, as he pulls you closer. As your lips meet his, you reciprocate without any hesitation, indulging in an affectionate, delicate kiss.
this tenderness didn’t last long though, the gentleness quickly transforming feverish and greedy, moans vibrating from both your chests and your bodies suddenly burning. When you both pull away, you feel his fingers slip under the straps of your tanktop and slide them off your shoulders. “Get this off,” he demands breathlessly, and you comply , stripping for him hastily.
you breathe, splayed out in front of your lover, face flushed as miguel sits up in between your legs with his intense gaze burning your skin as they trace your figure.
“you’re beautiful,” he breathes, and you whimper at his words, clit throbbing at the thought of being bred full and bearing another daughter to the man you love.
Miguel is quick to follow suit, pulling his tight shirt over his head to reveal the tan skin and solid muscle underneath. You bite your lip, eyes lidded as you watch him finish stripping. Miguel hastily takes off his sweatpants and boxers and lets his hard, leaking cock spring free from its confines.
He presses his hand against the plush of your inner thigh and spreads your legs, using his other hand to pump his cock with languid strokes.
You mewl feeling him drag the tip of his fat cock in between your folds, mushing it and teasing it against your clit sending pleasure coursing througch your body and making you throw your head back with a whimper.
he leans down and kisses you slowly, biting down on your lip gently. “feels good?” he asks breathlessly, and you nod, moaning at the feeling of his angry red tip against your swollen clit.
feverishly, he runs his length over your slick folds, grunting as you rocked your hips to meet his touch. After a few intense minutes, with desperate teasing and soft moans slipping from your glossy lips, you squeeze your eyes shut, feeling your orgasm building rapidly. suddenly, he pulls away, making you to whimper at the sudden loss of friction. But before you can protest, he silences you with a brief kiss.
“‘M gonna put it in, okay?” he murmurs hotly, lining up the tip of his cock against your hole before gently pressing the aching tip inside.
Your mouth hangs into an ‘o’ shape, eyes pinched shut as he slowly sinks his cock into your core. You squirm and whimper as you tread the line between pain and pleasure, walls fluttering as his hips press against the back of your thighs. the feeling of being filled fully by miguel sends you into a daze everytime, and he’s so deep inside you can almost feel him in your throat
“g-god, you’re so big,” you whimper, face flushed as your body adjusts to his huge size. Miguel sucks in air between his gritted teeth sharply as your tight walls clamp down on him, engulfing him in your warmth and sucking him in. While he gives you a second to adjust, he slides his hands under the backs of your thighs and pushes your knees to your chest for a less extreme breeding press.
“gonna fuck my cum into you hermosa and knock you up with another baby,” He growls breathlessly, “You’d like that, yeah?” You eagerly nod your head in agreement, tummy flipping with butterflies at his dirty talk before he teasingly pulls out his length almost completely, only to thrust it entirely back in with a force that makes an unintentional moan escape you lips, and your eyes roll back.
His thrusts eventually build a strong rhythm, his hips slamming into you so heavy and mean, hitting the spots inside you that made you see stars. The only sound echoing in the small room was your loud moans mixed with his breathy grunts, along with the loud squelching sound of your slick as his cock drags in and out of your sloppy cunt. “god baby, you’re fucking me so, so good,” you moan, voice shaky, and he slides his hand up your body to rest a hand around your throat. “Yeah? you like it when im rough with you?” he chuckles dryly.
You suck in a sharp breath as he releases your throat and pulls your knees even closer to your chest in a full mating press, letting them rest over his shoulders as if he’s trying to get his cock inside you impossibly deeper. you cry out and desperately claw at the couch, feeling helpless as the new position sends electrifying shocks coursing through your body. pleasure cascades over you and overwhelms your senses, causing your legs to tremble uncontrollably.
Miguel loved seeing you like this, mind gone and pussy stretching to take cock that was too big for you to handle. God, you looked irresistible, fucked dumb under his touch.
“‘M gonna cum Mig, please, please, cum inside me, please!” you beg, tears beginning to well in your eyes. miguel notices and groans at the sight, his thrusts beginning to quicken even more. “shh, baby, you don’t wanna wake up Gabi, do you?” he coos breathlessly, causing a flutter in your chest, and you suppress a gasp. Moving closer, he gently places his forehead against yours, igniting an intense warmth that engulfs both of you. “dont worry nena, I’m gonna fuck my cum right into your pretty little pussy and give you that daughter you wanted m’kay? don’t cry,” he whispers, and it only takes a few more hard thrusts before the coil in your stomach finally snaps.
your eyes squeeze shut and you let out open-mouthed silent moans, your voice lost to the amount of pleasure you’re in as you gush around him. Miguel follows suit soon after, his heavy groans and growls filling the room as he presses his pelvis against your ass and breeds your cunt full of his hot, sticky cum.
Miguel doesn’t bother to pull out yet, the room falling into an abrupt silence, with only the sound of heavy, labored breathing breaking the stillness.
“Hope you’re ready, because I’m not done with you yet.”
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hemmingsleclerc · 13 days
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is it possible to have olivia meet charles daughter?😭 dad driver fics are my favorite! don’t worry if you can’t, love your works!❤️
The beginning of a friendship┃C.L M.V
summary: where emma jules and olivia verstappen meet
I'm back!!! So so cute this new duo!🥲💗
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It was a hot day of racing in the Formula 1 paddock, the sound of cars accelerating filled the air. Charles, the Ferrari driver, walked hand in hand with his pretty daughter Emma Jules. Emma, with her eyes shining, held on tightly to her father's hand as they walked through the place.
Meanwhile, Red Bull Racing driver Max was also accompanied by his 6-year-old daughter, Olivia. Liv, with her blonde hair bouncing as she jumped alongside her father, was eager to explore the thrill of the race.
When they arrived at the track, Olivia's eyes widened with excitement at the sights and sounds of the racing world. But her attention quickly changed when she noticed a girl who appeared to be the same age near her, along with a man in a red suit similar to her father's.
With an excited sound, she waved her father's hand to get his attention.
¿What happend angel?
¿Who's that girl over there daddy?
!Oh, that's charles with his daughter, do you want to say hi to them?
!Yes, yes¡
Max smiled and walked towards Charles with Olivia by his side "Hey, Charles! How are you?"
"Hey, Max, great, you?" Charles responded with a warm smile. "This is my daughter, Emma. And I see you have liv with you today."
Max nodded and his eyes sparkled. "Yes, this is Olivia. She's been dying to meet your little girl since she heard that she would be in the same race as her and would have someone to play with."
Emma, sensing the attention directed at her, peeked behind her father's shoulder, her small hand clutching Charles's shirt.
"Hi, Emma! I'm Olivia Verstappen!" Olivia chirped, taking a step closer, her enthusiasm palpable.
Emma's response was a timid movement, her cheeks flushed with shyness as she buried her face against Charles's chest.
Charles laughed softly, rubbing Emma's back to reassure her. "It's okay, Emm. Olivia is just excited to meet you."
Max crouched down next to Olivia and put a hand on her shoulder. "Emma's a little shy, Liv. Why don't you show her your toys?"
Olivia's eyes widened with excitement as she reached into her small backpack and pulled out some dolls. "Look, Emma! Isn't this great?"
Faced with this action, Charles took Emma out of his arms but she was still a little shy, so she hid behind her father's leg.
Peeking out from behind her father's leg, Emma cast a curious glance at the dolls before tentatively reaching out to touch them. Her fingers touched the pretty dress of one of them and a slight smile appeared at the corners of her lips.
Max and Charles exchanged a knowing smile as they watched the two girls join tentatively over the dolls. Slowly but surely, Emma's shyness faded, replaced by a new sense of curiosity and excitement.
They discovered a shared love for the color pink, and from that moment on, they were inseparable.
Try as they might, Max and Charles couldn't keep the girls apart. Olivia's boundless energy and Emma's newfound confidence kept them attached at the hip all day, much to the amusement of the racing teams and fans.
As the sun began to set on the circuit and the race ended, Max and Charles exchanged bewildered glances. It seemed like their daughters had formed an unbreakable bond in just a few hours.
"Looks like we're in for a long road," Max laughed, as he and Charles resigned themselves to the inevitable play date.
That night they met at Charles's house, where Charles's wife Y/N warmly welcomed Max, his wife, and Liv. The girls wasted no time raiding Emma's collection of costumes, transforming themselves into princesses with joy.
Over a delicious dinner prepared by Y/N, Max and Charles shared stories of their own childhood pranks, marveling at the unlikely friendship blossoming before their eyes.
As the night came to an end, Max couldn't help but smile as he saw Olivia and Emma fast asleep on the couch, wrapped in a tight embrace.
That day, a new friendship was made at the paddock.
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dimepdf · 1 year
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★ 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐈'𝐌 𝐉𝐄𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒. + 𝐓𝐎𝐉𝐈 𝐅𝐔𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐆𝐔𝐑𝐎
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synopsis. you were a sucker for jealousy sex, man.
pairing. toji fushiguro x reader
genre and warnings. +18 nsfw under the cut. minors dni, established relationship, domestic fluff, dilf!toji, milf!reader, tattoos, jealousy sex, exhibitionish, Toji being childish, cowgirl position, hints of subby Toji | — feedback is always welcomed & don't forget to reblog 🤍 800+ w.c.
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Dilf!Toji who comes home from picking up Megumi and your daughter Nya from their kindergarten after-school activities. 
Toji scolds the two for running down the hallway as soon as the front door opens, their little pitters from their feet slapping against the wooden floor as they rush into the living room where you were lying snuggly just to tackle you into a hug. 
The two are all smiles and giggles as they kick off their sneakers and snuggle up next to you.
They were practically glowing with excitement, as if they hadn't seen you just hours before, on the same day you had taken them to school. "Mommy! Mommy! Can I show you what I made in art today?"
Despite posing the question, the girl had already started unzipping her bag and shuffling through the strange, cryptic amount of things she had packed inside of her small Hello Kitty backpack.
If you hadn't had quick enough reflexes, you'd have thought she was trying to take your eye out by shoving the bendy wire figure right into your face.
"Oh wow, honey, it looks so creative; I can tell you worked really hard on it." You honestly couldn't tell what it was—fuzzy purple, red, and green covered wires all bent into some sort of shape that you could only assume to be a figure, but you put on your best motherly smile for your child.
"It's you, mommy! Can you tell, I even gave it a big butt." When Toji came into the living room, slouching his shoulders on the back of the couch and leaning forward.
Looming over the exchange, you decided to change the direction of the conversation before he could get remotely lewd about his favorite body part of yours.
"Did you make anything, Megumi?" Despite not being your biological son, the coal-haired boy still showed the same amount of admiration for you as your own daughter did. 
But it was still very clear that Megumi had all of Toji’s attitude, with the boy showing no interest in his sister's show-in-tell and not even bothering to cover up his glare at her art project. "That looks like crap," Megumi states bluntly, earning a dramatic gasp from Nya. 
The girl held the figure to her chest as if she were protecting it from him.
"You look like crap." Toji teases, no better than the children. As the three start bickering back and forth with each other, you reach for the TV remote and pause the Netflix show that you were trying to binge.
It was like you were raising three kids, as the argument only became pettier by the second.
"Why don't you tell mommy about how Itaduri’s mom liked your tattoos?" Megumi shrugged, your brow furrowed in surprise as the two children abruptly switched teams to go against their father.
"Is that why she was touching your arm?" Nya asked naively, unaware that she had just unpinned a grenade.
Your palm pushed away Toji’s face as he tried to distract you with a kiss, curving him as you dug for more information between the two. "And what was daddy saying while she was touching his arm?"
“He said thank you.”
Now that you understood the cost of having a super hot husband, you weren't blind to Toji’s charm, but over the years of being in love with him, it was pretty easy to say that he was just blessed with his attractiveness.
Having women throw themselves at him was nothing new,it was just another daily problem added to the things that Toji had to go through. 
It's not like he entertained any of the women that came up to him because he truly only loves you, but that didn't mean that you weren't allowed to be a little needier sometimes.
Plus, he wasn't complaining much while lavishing you with affection. His hands lingered on your body long after the kids had fallen asleep for their naps. 
It was daring, having to straddle his lap on the couch in the family living room knowing that the kids could wake up at any moment, but for Toji.
It was just another goal he was willing to complete, seeing how fast he could make you cum in that circumstance.
Handing his hand down to your thighs, he gives them a squeeze as he catches his breath, watching you ride him with an admiring glint in his eye. "You're so fucking beautiful, you know that?"
"Really? more beautiful than that other bitch?" You knew Itadori’s mother wasn’t a bitch.
If anything, she was a kind lady who knew how to make really good brownies.
You’d probably scalp her if you ever saw her skirting with Toji again.
No hard feelings, but she should know better than to touch what was yours.
"So much—ah, you’re the most beautiful woman I know." Toji whimpered, reaching his tattooed hand in between and sharing some attention to your clit. 
You were a sucker for jealousy sex, man. 
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not me making another milf!reader man,,
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nats-firefly · 2 months
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mommy? sorry
wanda maximoff x reader
summary: you ended things with your girlfriend and her mom wanted one last goodbye.
warnings: mommy kink, strap-on use, oral (r giving), smut 18+ only
a/n: another repost!
🚩 warnings are clearly stated please do not report/flag :) 🚩
words: 2.0k | feedback is always welcome | masterlist
header made by wickussy (rip) | divider source
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You walked up the step’s to your now ex-girlfriend’s front door, already looking above the doorframe for the extra house key. You knew she wasn’t in the house, she made sure to text you so you could go grab your stuff. Things didn’t end well between the two of you and so you both wanted to avoid each other.
You were fumbling with the doorknob when the door swung open, Wanda stood there with a smile, greeting you with just as much warmth as she did before you broke up with her daughter. 
“Y/N,” She greeted with surprise, her eyes raking down to your shoes as her lips turned up into grin. “Didn’t think I’d see you back so soon.”
“I just came here to get my stuff, Ms Maximoff,” Her eyes met yours then, before releasing a piercing giggle.
“Ms Maximoff? Why the formality?” Her hand touched your shoulder and ran down your arm, pulling you into the house. “You haven’t called me that since you and Lucy started dating.”
You gave her a tight-lipped smile as the older woman’s eyes drifted down your body again with a predatory gaze. “May I?”
“Of course,” She said, flashing you a bright smile. Your eyes dipped down to her lips before going back up to her eyes then towards the stairs. Did she do something different? Has she always been this hot?
Her eyes followed you up the stairs, and you chose to shake the feeling of wanting to see her riding your strap. You walked through the doors of the room you’d been in hundreds of times before, but now everything felt somewhat different. Your mind wondering how many times Lucy had other girls over while you were together.
You sighed, shaking your head as you made your way to her dresser. You opened the bottom drawer, taking the couple toys you left at her place and placing them into your backpack. You looked further through the drawer, finding the strap and almost dropping it when you turned back around to Wanda leaning against the doorframe, her crossed arms pushing her breasts up into view.
“I- I’m almost done Ms Maximoff,” You stuttered, fumbling to pick up your bacg when she stopped you.
“Are you sure you’re done with that, baby?” She asked, running her hand down your arm and gripping the strap over your hand. “Don’t you wanna use it one last time?”
You felt her hand push the strap closer to your body before your pants were suddenly discarded and you felt the weight of the strap between your legs. Wanda stepped closer to you, her lips close to your ear as she pressed her body against you.
“Don’t you wanna get back at her?” Her voice filled your ears, making goosebumps appear on your skin as her hand started sliding up your shirt. You stepped away from her, dumfounded at her suggestion but not completely dismissing it. Her hand remained under your shirt, making her smile. You could’ve stepped all the way back, but you didn’t. Her head tilted to the side with a grin when you brought your hand onto hers under your shirt, and pressed it against you rather than pushing her away.
“You’re a terrible mother,” You said, your other hand snaking around her waist before your head dipped into her neck.
“Step-mother,” She corrected, moaning when your teeth grazed her skin as her nails dug into your scalp. Your hands slid down to cup her ass, pulling her hips flush against yours, Wanda’s eyes rolling to the back of her head when she felt the strap rubbing against her. “Just shut up and let me ride you.”
She pulled your head back, turning the two of you around and pushing you back onto the bed before you could come up with an answer. You raised yourself up onto your elbows, looking down at her as she shimmied her lacy underwear down her legs, the fabric sliding down from under her skirt. You raked your eyes back up her body, her hands tugging her short dress over her thighs as she straddled you. 
Your hands slid up her thighs, gripping her hips as she lined the toy up with her entrance. Her cheeks flushed as the tip easily slid into her, her pussy already soaked by the sight of you wearing the strap. 
“Already so wet for me,” You said, pulling her hips further down the strap. She moaned, clawing at your chest for balance. You started moving your hips up into her, her hips grinding down onto yours as her moans became more high pitched. “Fuck Mommy, you’re so hot-”
You bit your lip looking away when her hips faltered, her head leaning down as she looked at you. A smug grin covered her features as she smiled down at you, her hips starting their pace back up as she took your hands into hers and slid them up her body to cup her breasts through her dress.
“Call me that again,” Your fingers pressed into her as you pushed her breasts together, making her roll her hips with a moan.
“Does that feel good, Mommy?” You asked pinching her nipples between your fingers and bucking your hips up into her making the redhead whine and sink down further onto you. You lifted your hips into her a couple more times, her moans interrupting her every time she tried to respond. “I’m gonna take that as a yes.”
She grunted, almost growled at that, her hand coming up to your throat as she started bouncing up and down your strap, taking control of the pace. “Don’t be a smartass, honey, that’s not gonna end in your favor.”
For a second then you thought about what you were actually doing, but as you looked down at your strap disappearing inside Wanda while her hand around your throat applied just enough pressure to give you a head rush, you didn’t care. And if you were honest with yourself, ever since you met Wanda there was just something about her. You’ve wanted to do this for a long time.
“So you’ve wanted to fuck me for a while now huh?” Wanda said, making your eyes snap up to her now glowing red ones. Her pace picked up, her breasts bouncing under the thin fabric of her dress. Your eyes widened, realizing she was reading your mind. Your hands slid back down to her hips guiding her movements as you fucked her harder.
“How could I not?” You asked, moving your hips and fucking her deeper, her hands settled back on your chest for balance, deep moans emanating from her chest. “Don’t think I didn’t notice the way you always wear low cut clothing around me,” She moaned, the muscles on her stomach tightening as her orgasm approached. “Or how you always make an excuse to be alone in a room with me,” Your nails dug into her skin as you fucked her up and down the strap, her breaths getting heavier. “Or how you touch yourself to the thought of me.”
Her eyes widened as another moan ripped its way through her body. “I almost walked in on you, but decided to just let you do your thing while I watched,” Wanda’s hips desperately moved against you, the redhead chasing her orgasm as she remembered that day - she knew you were watching. “You sounded so pretty moaning my name. I wanna hear it again.”
“Fuck, Y/N, please,” She moaned, her grip loosened around your throat, her mouth forming into an O as you bucked your hips into her. “I wan- I need to cum.”
“Cum for me, Mommy,” You gripped her hips and planted your feet on the mattress, thrusting into her at a new angle and completely sending her over the edge. She screamed out, her nails dragging down your chest as she came on your strap, her arousal easily coating the toy.
You fucked her through her orgasm, giving her soft praises while she kept moving on top of you. You guided her hips, slowing down as she regained her composure, her hair sticking to her now sweaty skin. Your eyes drifted down to where your bodies met, smirking at the way your strap glistened as you lifted her off of it. 
“Fuck,” She breathed out, laying down next to you. “That was so much better than I was expecting.”
“If you think it’s over, it’s not,” You turned you head to look at her before settling yourself between her thighs and leaning over her body. “I like to be very thorough.”
Your lips met her neck, leaving a couple marks in their wake. “Watch it,” Wanda hissed through her teeth as she felt your soft bites on her neck. You continued kissing down her body, your hands cupping her breasts as you took her nipple into your mouth. She arched her back into you with a moan, her fingers entangling in your hair pressing you harder against her. 
Your tongue circled the hardened nub, your hand playing with the other. Wanda moaned, shutting her eyes and throwing her head back as you sucked her nipple while pulling your head back, smirking up at her. Your eyes never left her face as you moved your mouth to her other nipple, gently sinking your teeth onto the soft skin of her chest.
You flicked her nipple with your tongues, making her buck her hips up, her still soaked center rubbing against your clothed stomach. You smirked against her skin, releasing her with a pop and simply massaging her breasts while you looked up at her.
“Don’t-” She whined, “Don’t stop.”
“I wasn’t planning on it,” You said smugly. “Just wanted to see you get a little desperate.”
You felt yourself being pushed down to her pussy before you saw the rest mist surrounding you, making you release a low chuckle. “If you wanted me to eat you out you could’ve just asked, Mommy.”
“Are you gonna put your mouth to better use or are you gonna keep being a brat?” Her hand buried itself in your hair and pushed you into her, you tongue immediately sipping into her. Her taste clouded your senses, making you groan into her. Your tongue circled her clit, her hips bucking into your face. 
Your arms circled her thighs and pulled her closer as her second orgasm of the night started building. Your tongue dipped into her making her hold your head on her as she used your tongue to get off, your face getting completely soaked as she came for a second time. You softly licked her folds, giving her clit one last tease before pulling your mouth away.
“What. The. Fuck.” You heard your ex-girlfriend’s voice ring behind you. You looked over your shoulder back at her while Wanda’s chest rose and fell as she caught her breath, a grin on your lips as you brought your hand up to wipe her arousal off your face.
“Sorry, Lucy, didn’t see you there,” You said, walking over to pull your pants back on over your strap. Wanda had very kindly discarded them over the open drawer on the dresser. “I’m all done over here.”
You gave Wanda one last look before picking up your backpack from the floor and slinging it over one shoulder. You walked over to the door, where Lucy was standing and looked back at Wanda over your shoulder, sending her one last wink before looking back at your ex-girlfriend one last time. 
Not only did you get back at Lucy, but you also got to fuck the hottest milf you’d ever seen. Win win.
It wasn’t until a few weeks later when you heard from Wanda again. The events of the last time you saw her being one of the only things on your mind for the past however many days. 
And with just a few texts, you found yourself driving back to the house you never though you would go back to.
Lucy’s out of town. 
And I can’t stop thinking about your mouth between my legs.
Among other things ;)
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nsharks · 4 months
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bleeding blue | apocalypse au
part eleven —other parts
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pairing: Simon "Ghost" Riley x fem!reader words: 2.6k tags: death. blood. zombies of course. AFAB reader. single dad ghost. there will be sex but it isn't here yet. slow burn!!! enemies to lovers. summary: After losing your companions, you run into a skull-masked man and his daughter. They are your last hope for survival. a/n: here ya go
A dry mouth and a symphony of aches awaken you.
Ambery light spills through the cracks of the hunting cabin, catching the silvery glint of dust particles in the air. It must be morning or possibly even noon based on how rested you feel. As your eyes peel open, you can see everything better than last night. The cramped space is mostly barren. There are some rusted animal traps in the corner and a faded poster with dancing bears and cheesy lettering: NATURE BE OUT HERE WILDIN'. Blue's head lays upon your shoulder. Gently, you maneuver it off, but her lashes flutter open despite your efforts. 
"Twix?"
"Hey," you whisper. "Everything's okay. You can go back to sleep."
"Can you... get me some water?"
Ghost's backpack is likely off-limits, but you go through it, anyway. Beneath cigarettes and tools you don't even know the name of, you retrieve the canister of water and usher it to her lips. She sips weakly. The blanket covering her falls to her waist, revealing a bare, bandaged leg. Ghost must've taken off her blood and urine-stained jeans. You tuck the insulated blanket back over her and touch her forehead, relieved to feel the skin is cool.
"How are you feeling?" 
She lays back down, wincing. "It hurts. And... and I'm tired."
"That's normal. Your body is working hard to heal. Do you need anything else?"
There is the smallest shake of her head before her slack eyelids lower back down.
Ghost is leaning against the side of the cabin when you slip outside. He must have a tolerance for the cold to have stayed out here all night without his jacket. Only a black thermal hugs his chest, a dried stain at the side where you nursed his wound. His stare instantly finds you, alert yet ringed with faint lines of fatigue.
"She's doing good," you announce quietly. "Still sleeping and no fever. Did you see anything out here?"
Ghost clears his throat before speaking, voice rougher than usual from the hours of disuse. "No." His eyes flicker down to your legs. The jacket, although leagues warmer than your own, falls above your knees, leaving them shuddering against a crisp gust of air.
“Should be dry now," he says, motioning to a nearby tree where your clothes are draped over a branch. He must've put them there because you have no memory of doing so.
"Oh. Thanks."
Begrudgingly, you change behind the cabin, your muscles and joints groaning. Despite the dip in the river, your clothes still bare faint stains of blood and whatever fluid came out of that dead Grey. They don't offer the same physical comfort that his heavy loaner did. You can't say you don't miss it when you hand it back. 
"You should sleep, too."
He shucks it on, eyes glued to the distance. "I'm fine."
“You think there’s more of them, don’t you?”
He takes a moment before answering. "I took out five, then there's the two that attacked you. Big group. They would've left one or two behind to watch their camp."
It's true, and the thought grazes your teeth against the inside of your cheek. Either they will realize something happened to their companions and go looking for you, or they will be wary of the threat and keep to their turf. You aren't too concerned with Ghost here, but if they’re stocked on military-grade gear like he said, then it's better not to let your guard down.
"Look, you won't be able to keep her safe if you pass out from exhaustion. I can stay out here."
Finally, he exhales deeply, his chest moving beneath all the gear. "Wake me up if you see anything."
"I will."
You watch him go before a sudden realization hits you.
"Ghost, wait—"
He halts, eyebrows raising in question. 
"My bow... I think I lost it. In the river."
There is a long pause of thought before he reaches for the handgun at his waist, offering it to you with a firm look.
"Just for now, in case there's anything."
Keeping watch is far from enjoyable. Every little movement makes your fingers curl tighter around the gun. You keep your gaze up and alert while making a small fire to purify some water from the river, drinking until your stomach feels tight. Then, you settle on a tree stump by the cabin and take out the single dried squirrel you brought. But when you bite in, a strange taste floods your mouth. Blood. Cartilage. Human flesh. You spit it out, your stomach expelling more watery vomit. 
"For later, then," you whisper, wiping your mouth.
The plan was never to stay here for more than a night, but with Blue's recovery, you'll have to find more food. It could be three or four days before she’s ready for the long trip back. You ponder how you can make do without the bow, and figure you can use those animal traps. There's also a bush by the cabin that, if Paul's teachings did you any good, appears to be unripened salmonberries.
Hours drone by, each one more tedious than the last. The scent of moisture in the air begins to grow stronger. It's not until dark, swollen clouds roll in from the north that Ghost reemerges from the cabin.
"I didn't see anything, but I think it's going to storm." You gesture to the sky.
The abrupt arrival of sharp lightning and pillaging rain brings both of you back within the shelter. The storm clouds quickly swallow all the light, which leads Ghost to start another fire with the dry wood he has left. You find a few candles dressed in cobwebs and ignite them with your newfound lighter. It's not long before Blue wakes up, likely unable to sleep with all the sounds and the steady leak of water that begins to drip from the ramshackle ceiling. 
Ghost may have brought a lot with him, but he doesn't have anything to patch up a leak, which leads to a small puddle taking up space and pushing the three of you uncomfortably closer. Of course, Blue is the only one lying down. You tuck your knees under your chin while Ghost bends his long legs into a crossed position. He's wide enough that his knee and shoulder brush against you no matter how much you try to inch into the corner.
Though, you secretly can't complain. There seems to be an everlasting heat that radiates off him, even here, as the fire struggles to sustain itself and the rain thrums incessantly. 
He shifts around to fish something out of his backpack. Crackers. 
"Here, kid."
"I'm not hungry."
"You need to eat something."
He has to practically force little bites into her mouth, cradling her head up with his gloved hand. The sight makes your stomach howl, but you refrain from eating the squirrel in case you throw up again. You don't suspect either of them would appreciate that.
Blue goes back to staring dully at the wall after she eats, and Ghost continually peeks out a crack in the boarded-up window. The whole thing is quite miserable, even though, at the very least, you are all alive. The look in her eyes reminds you of how Joseph would get sometimes, and you hate it. 
At some point, you take out the book you found.
"Hey, Blue. I... I found this. Want me to read it to you?"
Her gaze shifts to you. "Oh. What's it called?"
"Um." You glance at the cover, cringing when a male model and corny title stare back at you. That's right. It was the only book in the store for a reason. "Well, maybe not. It doesn't look very good."
"You could tell me a story," she suggests in a murmur. "Ghost isn't any good at that."
You glance at him. He must be listening, but he pretends not to. Rather, he fiddles with the magazine of his rifle: taking it out, counting what's there, putting it back in. 
Under the roar of thunder, you murmur a story to her. That one your mother used to tell you. Then, you move on to memories. The happiest ones you can recall, mostly about your sister. You tell her about the time your parents surprised the two of you with a hampster, and how you argued over who got to name it, only deciding after a fierce battle of rock-paper-scissors in which you won. 
"So what did you name him?"
"Frank."
"Frank," she repeats. A weak smile. "That's a terrible name."
The storm ebbs on for another day. You and Ghost set up a silent routine of taking turns to sleep, though with how he leans against the wall and clutches the rifle with his eyes closed, you wonder if he is even really sleeping. Blue is only awake to eat, drink, and listen to a few stories. You steal peeks at her wound when he redresses it, pleased to see no evidence of infection. 
You finally bring yourself to eat, taking small bites and forcing it down. The pain in your limbs starts to fade, and the cuts on your face and hands are already scabbed over. When the rain clears, you set up the traps. Paul used to have ones like these. It's not long before you've got yourself another squirrel to eat. The salmonberries are terribly sour, but you wolf down a bush's worth.
Two days. You've been here for two days, and no one has snuck in an attack. There hasn't been a trace of rot in the air. You should feel relieved, but something in the way Ghost behaves makes you wary. He keeps looking through his backpack, fiddling with his guns. Perhaps over the past month, you've grown so used to his mood only shifting between hostile and indifferent, that it's easier to pick up on the signs of his unease. 
Before you can decide to question him what's wrong, he confronts you.
"Twix. We need to talk."
He's caught you with berry remnants around your mouth as you sit on the tree stump and finish your meal. You swipe your tongue across your lips, staring up at him. It's sort of awkward, craning your neck as he towers above you.
"What is it?"
"I need to leave."
You inhale sharply. "What do you mean?"
"I mean," he takes the rifle off his shoulder, "I've got five bullets for this one. And," he juts a finger to the handgun, "One magazine for this one."
Understanding sinks to the pit of your stomach. He's running low. Of course. Between the people and all the Greys, he must have used up a lot.
"That's not enough to get us back?" You tuck some hair behind your ear.
"If we run into all those fucks like before, then no. I don't feel comfortable with this much."
"So what are you going to do? Go loot their bodies?"
"I already did that," he almost growls, frustrated. "This is what I've got including what they had on 'em."
"Their camp, then. You want to go find it?" When he nods, you glance behind you at the cabin where Blue rests inside. "No. No— I don't like this idea. I have nothing to protect her with while you're gone."
"I'll leave you a gun."
"I'm not good with a gun," you protest, curling your fingers into your palm as you frown. "She can barely walk, and I can't carry her if shit happens."
"Well, I can't get us all back safely if I don't have fucking ammo. You think I want to leave her? I have no choice here."
Everything he's saying makes sense, and yet, you hate it. You just barely protected her the first time he left you alone, the memory of desperately biting that guy's nose off being evidence of that. Admittedly, you don't know what to do once someone gets close. If something were to happen while he was gone, you’re not confident that you could keep her alive again. But he needs this. The trip will be a waste if he doesn’t get this ammo— the risk to all your lives would’ve been for nothing.
"What if—" Your eyes slide shut as you swallow thickly. "Fuck— what if I go get it?"
Immediately, he scoffs. "That makes no sense."
"Your priority is keeping her safe. You stay here and do that."
"You have no bow," he reminds you, roughly shaking his head. "Don't be stupid."
"You said there's likely only one or two people guarding it. I don't have to fight them. I just have to find their place and steal from them, right?"
"Why?" He demands, eyes narrowing from their typical half-lidded state. They sweep over your face, from your forehead to your chin. "Why would you do this? Risk your life?"
It's a fair question, and you realize how ridiculous you must sound even suggesting this idea. Looking at the ground, the first answer comes to you quickly. You value Blue's life more than your own at this point. Like you told Ghost, you don't know why you even bother fighting. She's a kid. A piece of light in this world. He can protect her better than you can, and he needs the ammo to do so. But there are a few other reasons you find yourself willing to do this for him, and those are the ones you decide to share with him. 
"Because like you said, you need the ammo to get us all back safely. Plus," you look back at up him, "They probably have some things I need, too. Like more medicine." It's something you've pondered quite a few times since realizing how healthy and populated their group was. You lucked out in the village. There will never be another opportunity for medicine like this. "But... if I can get your ammo, then you owe me."
A deep breath expands his chest, then he huffs it out. "What would you want?"
You mull it over. "The couch," is the first thing that comes to mind. You imagine having to sleep in a flooded shed, which will undoubtedly happen with this northern weather, and the thought alone makes you miserable. "When we get back, I want to sleep inside on the couch from now on. And a new bow. You can make me one."
He stares at you for a few seconds before shaking his head to himself, grumbling something under his breath. He slings the rifle back over his shoulder, and you think he's ready to rightfully tell you how stupid you are again, but instead, he grits out, "Anything else?"
"A few shirts and your jacket," you breathe out, eyeing the fabric that fits his broad shoulders much better than it did yours. "And..." a flush threatens the base of your neck, "I also want you to teach me how to better defend myself. Once someone grabs me, I panic."
There's something detectable that passes through his eyes, maybe the memory of how helpless he rendered you not so long ago. He looks at the cabin, shaking his head again, before returning his stare down at you. 
"I'm going to tell you exactly how to get this done. You're of no use to me dead, Twix. Get me a backpack full of ammo, and we'll have a deal."
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patriwoso · 9 months
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With Moose • Alexia Putellas
Alexia takes her daughter to training, accompanied by her stuffed moose.
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You skip into the training centre, holding mama's hand and clutching your stuffed moose that was gifted to you from Ingrid and Mapi in your other.
"Mama, how long today?" You ask, looking up and your mama with big blue eyes, your blonde hair tied neatly into two small braids.
"4 hours today, babygirl. Not as long as yesterday." Alexia picks you up and carries you in when your walk becomes sluggish and she decides she cannot wait for you to pick up speed again.
You insisted you wore your Barcelona jersey with your shorts today instead of the matching top that would usually go with it. Choosing your purple away jersey with MARÍA LEÓN 4 on the back.
"I play toys with Mapi today." You tell your mama, dropping your head on her shoulder as she carries you through the building and to the canteen where a few of her teammates are already sat eating breakfast.
"Hola Y/N!" Aitana smiles to you as your carried past her table.
"Beunos dias y/n" The canteen chefs smile to you, Alexia holding you on her hip still as you tell her what breakfast foods to put on your plate.
"Grapes mama." You watch carefully as she puts each one onto the plate next to your sausage, making sure they don't touch otherwise it would send you into a complete meltdown and no one wanted that at 8 in the morning.
Once your meal had been plated up for you, Alexia sat you down at a table with Mapi and Ingrid before getting her own breakfast.
"I got moose today, Ingy!" You grin and lift up your moose to show Ingrid, using the nickname you have always used since you couldn't pronounce the norwegians name correctly. You get a little too excited though, putting your moose onto the table to show her and knocking over your juice cup in the process, it spilling all down your lap.
"Mama!" You shout, bottom lip trembling and tear beginning to fall down, earning the attention of your mama by the sounds of wailing and crying. Mapi and Ingrid try to help you with some tissue and napkins to soak up the liquid on your legs but you cry louder for Alexia.
"Oh princesa." She sighs, picking you up from the juice puddle your sat in.
Your cries earn the attention from everyone in the canteen, only telling them what's wrong when they see the soggy bottoms and the drink dripping onto the floor.
Alexia shushes you and wipes your teary cheeks, taking you out of the canteen to change your wet clothes.
In the locker room she sits you on her lap and takes off your soggy shorts, pulling on a fresh pair from your peppa pig backpack.
"All clean y/n/n." Alexia smiles down at you and you bury your head into her. "Let's go finish breakfast."
You toddle back into the canteen and find the soggy juice spot no longer soggy. Ingrid had put your moose in the window so the sun would dry it off.
"Look Mapi" You grin as you eat your sausage, turning around so she can see her name on your shirt.
"Wow! Does that mean you'll be my partner today in training? We will kick the ball together, yeh?" She smiles, reaching to help chop up more sausage for you.
You nod, shoving more of the food into your mouth before your mama tells you to stop eating so much in one go and to use the fork next to your plate.
"Mama where Patri and Pina?" You ask, searching around the room for your other favourite duo. "I want to sit on Patri's lap Mama." You slide off of the seat but before you dash off your stopped.
"Mi amor, you only see Patri if she has finished her breakfast." She tells you, looking around herself to see Patri and Pina sat on a table with Mariona, Cata and Laia.
You nod eagerly and run over to Patri.
"Patri! Patri! Patri!" You put your arms up and stomp your feet, hoping she'll pick you up on sit you on your lap.
With you luck, she does. Who wouldn't?
"Buenos dias chica." She picks you up and pops you on her lap. You go shy and suck on your thumb, turning your head away from the rest of the table. You can hear your mama asking Patri if it was ok for you to sit with her, hearing the answer you relax more and cuddle your favourite midfielder.
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Jona let's you out onto the field to watch the training session. You hold Alexia's hand as you walk out along with the other girls, looking at all the footballers around you.
"Mama I play ball like you when I get big." You tell her, hearing the 'awwws' from her teammates. "I play in the goal" You add, running onto the pitch and standing in the goal, getting all excited and waiting for someone to kick the ball for you to save
Of course they only kick it gentle, and allow you to save their 'shot'. After all, you were only 3.
Mapi scoops you up in her arms and spins you around, celebrating that you saved Ingrid's shot. "You have some competition Paños!" She shouts over to Barcelona's number 1.
Alexia sets you up on the edge of the field with a colouring book and some pens, sitting next to Mariona who is injured.
"What are you colouring today?" She asks you, looking at the book.
"Mermaid" You tell her, eagerly trying to get the picture finished, scribbling the colours on and sticking on a googley eye you found in the pen pot. "Is a norway mermaid for Ingy and has a moose too" You tell her in your toddler babble, pointing to the moose you attempted to draw in the corner of the page.
"This is moose" You pick up your stuffed toy, colouring forgotten about, and you show Mariona the animal.
"From Ingy when it was my birthday and I was three." You hold up 3 of your little fingers to show Mariona your counting skills. She smiles and chuckles softly to herself.
"Does it have a name?" She asks.
"Mama moose." You tell her. "Becuase I call her after mama" You explain to the forward.
"It sleeps in bed with me and I cuddle moose"
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When training was over you ditched Mariona and the colouring pens to run over to Ingrid.
"Ingy I colour you a picture!" You hold it up and she takes the sheet from your hand, crouching down to reach your height better.
"Wow, Y/N! She is so pretty! I love mermaids!" She grins, kissing your head softly.
"And a moose" You point excitedly at the moose you drew, a big toothy grin on your face.
"And a moose! You are such a good drawer!"
"Y/N!" You turn your head to see Mama Alexia calling you over to pick up your pens as it is time to go.
"Mama, we play ball at home?" You ask as you walk back into the changing rooms.
"Sí, we can play ball."
"With moose?"
"Sí, we can play ball with moose"
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blackest-soul · 7 months
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A Short Girl’s Guide to Working at the BAU
I. Dealing with Morgan
Derek: How short are you?
Y/N: you mean how tall?
Derek: no, how short??? You can barely reach my shoulders!
Y/N, in a soft voice: not my fault i got the southeast asian genes and you are very aware that im only 4’9 so shut up ok.
Derek: fine fine fine. So, just out of curiosity…hmm can i, well, can i use you as a hand rest coz u are the perfect height!!!
Y/N: do that and you will die
II. Emily and her unwanted maternal instinct
*Y/N, walking around the bullpen without her ID, in a backpack*
Concerned Agent: hey, hey kid. Are you lost? Where’s your guardian? You cant just go walking around here…
Y/N, spotting Emily and pointing at her: Don’t worry, Agent. There’s my mom. I’ll just go and talk to her.
Concerned Agent: huh, didn’t know she has a child. Wait let me call her for you. SSA Prentiss!! Your daughter is here!!!!
Emily: WTF ARE YOU ON ABOUT?
Emily, seeing Y/N: STOP CALLING ME YOUR MOTHER YOU ARE 25 ffs!!!! WE DONT EVEN LOOK SIMILAR!!!
Y/N: not my fault he can’t remember me.
Y/N: so mom, what’s for lunch?
Emily: i packed you an extra sandwich. You should eat more.
Also, Emily: why the fuck am i mothering you!?? I can’t even take care of myself
III. A tired singlefather!Hotch
Hotch, reprimanding Y/N for all her choices in life: … and lastly, stop eating expired and dirty food! I saw you eating your sandwich after you dropped on the floor for lunch!!!! Am i not giving you enough allowance?
Y/N: the food barely touched the floor!!! Besides germs wait for the five second rule so i am going to be fine. And what allowance???!!!??
Hotch: you are giving me a migraine. Shut up and let me process the words that just came out of your mouth
Y/N: really???? maybe you should start eating dropped sandwiches more coz i do not get migraines
Hotch: one more sound and you will be grounded
Y/N: as if!!! What are you gonna do?
Hotch: no phone
Y/N: we need phones for work
Hotch: no internet for a week
Y/N: try again, I work with Penny.
*Reid, walking by to get another coffee*
Hotch: No Reid
Y/N: NO REEIIDD!!!!
Hotch: YES! NO REIDD
Y/N: you cant just do that!!!
Hotch: YES I CAN!!! NO REID TIL COLLEGE, YOUNG WOMAN!!
Y/N: TIL COLLEGE!!!!!!!! Rossi will hear about this
A few moments later
Reid, to Hotch: hey Hotch, can Y/N and I hang out later? I wanna invite her to watch a movie with me.
Hotch: No.
Reid: what do you mean NO.
Hotch: She’s grounded. NO REID TIL COLLEGE.
Reid: she has two PhDs already.
Hotch, unblinking: NO. REID. TIL COLLEGE.
IV. Rossi and the granddaughter he never asked for but clearly loves
Rossi: so tell me what ails you, bambino.
Y/N, pouting and whining: Hotch *hiccups* grounded *hiccups* me. He said *hiccups* I cannot see Reid. Til college *wails, while dramatically throwing herself to the sofa*
Rossi: don’t you cry now, cara. I will talk to your father about this. Here’s $100. Go buy yourself something nice for your date with Reid.
Y/N: it is not a date, nonno. Just a movie.
Rossi: Regardless, take it. I will talk to, Hotch.
V. Reid and his never ending explanations of “yes she is my girlfriend. no i am not a pedophile, we met when she’s 25. yes i am sure she is 25. And no i am not dating a high schooler”
*Reid and Y/N, finally on their movie date.*
Bouncer: hey young lady. Do you know this man?
Y/N: oh yes, sir. He is my boyfriend. If you will excuse us, we need to catch a movie.
Bouncer, suspiciously looking at Reid
Reid: SHE IS 25!!!!
Bouncer, suspicious stare intensifies
Reid: she is just short please we are adults
Bouncer:
Reid:
Y/N:
Y/N: here is my ID, sir. We work for the FBI. I am Asian and just really short.
Bouncer: oh okay. Sorry. You can never be sure these days.
Reid: thank you for looking out for other people, though
Bouncer, suspicious stare:
Reid, whispers: wtf
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loversipod · 11 months
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Perfect Storm
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Summary: Niall is a single dad who, when the train is late, accidentally meets y/n who falls asleep on his shoulder. You always meet twice in life, this time it was pure luck.
Pairing: single dad!niall x reader
Wordcount: 843
Trigger warnings: none
A/N: I’m sorry that I disappeared for so long with my writing. Just a lot is going on and work is so stressful. I would appreciate it when you share it :) I’ll try my best to get more out soon.
The spring night is cold, with a gentle breeze and a small rainstorm. The night sky was often clear and you could see the stars shining, but not today. It was a beautiful spring day. Parents were in the park with their children, he wished he could do it too. Their parents watched their children and they looked so happy, some of them were walking with their dogs.
The train was stuffed full of people with barely enough space to move properly through the crowd. His phone died so he watched the people around him. He was glad he had a seat. He is claustrophobic and passes out when he doesn’t have enough space.
He was torn from his thoughts, by a woman who tapped his shoulder. One seat was free next to him, only his backpack was in the way. “Is this seat free?” The first thing he noticed was her red cheeks and nose. It must be cold outside. The brown scarf hides a lot of her neck and chin. Her hair was beautiful, the colour was perfect and her skin looked flawless. Her voice is sweet and quiet, she talked gently.
It was embarrassing he just stared at her, he still hadn't answered her. He moved his backpack and nodded. “Do you have a charger?” He asked shyly with a soft voice. He doesn’t want to scare her. It’s weird to ask a stranger you just met. She searched her backpack and gave it to him, “thank you.”
Ten minutes passed and the storm got stronger. A lot of people left the train when they reached the city. Now some get inside their home and some leave the train to meet up with friends.
The raindrops started a race, the drops run the glass faster down and more joined their competition.
His ocean-blue eyes wander around, the strangers were interesting enough to observe. Especially the woman next to him. She had a hard time staying awake. He couldn’t watch her the whole time.
What would she think of him?
He fixed his eyes on his phone. He saw that he missed four calls, so he called immediately. Something must be wrong, at home. When someone picked up he heard the sweetest voice talking to him. She always sounds like honey, “I’m sorry sugar the train is delayed. I know I promised—” he stopped talking.
Her soft hair tickles a bit on his smooth skin. His gaze fixed on her. She fell asleep on his shoulder. The small voice said, “be safe,” he forgot he talked to her.
“I will be,” he said.
The brown-haired man started to watch the woman. Her breathing is calm and small puffs of air leave her mouth. She even snores quietly. What if she got a cold, after standing outside so long, on a cold evening?
“Excuse me,” he touched her arm gently.
She opens her eyes and you can see the shock in them. Her pupils are blown big out of fear, probably. She raised her head. “I’m sorry— I—” she started to talk but he immediately stopped her.
He flashed her a gentle smile, “it’s okay, I need to go, my station, it's next.” The beautiful woman stood up and was embarrassed.
“Have a good night,” she told him.
“Thank you, you too.”
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The next couple of days he always wondered what if he asked her for her phone number. What was her name? Maybe he got a little crush, but that was over, after four days. He doesn’t have time for dating. He had his hands full with his job and his daughter needs a lot of attention too.
He heard the doorbell and saw behind the door the woman from the train. “Hello,” she whispers embarrassedly.
He couldn’t believe his eyes.
He opens the door wider, “please come in.” He took a deep breath, “so you must be my new babysitter?” He was surprised to see her again. You only get your chance once. If you don’t ask, you never know what would happen, what could have become of it? And sometimes you get a second chance and it stands on your threshold.
“I’m y/n, sir,” today her hair was curly and her cheeks were again red but this time not from the cold. This time it was out of embarrassment. She couldn’t stop playing with her rings.
His pink lips left a chuckle, “I think we can both agree that sir is not the right thing to call me after you slept on my shoulder,” she looked into his face. He teased her about it, “please call me Niall,” he had a big smile on his lips.
After the interview, he decided it was y/n new job to take care of his little one. He liked her the most and she’s the youngest that applied for this job so he knew she isn’t strict with his daughter. He wants her to like y/n, and see her as a friend.
Who knows how their story will continue?
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superblysubpar · 1 year
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🥺 so um for your dad blurbs, what about like a lil ‘meet cute’ sitch with singledad!eddie x singlemom!reader. maybe their lil toddlers become friends on the playground or somethin’?? idk idk feel free to ignore me!! 💗
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cece um what? why why why would I ignore you or this?! Sorry this one too got away from me, I can't seem to write teeny tiny blurbs guys. Thank you so much for requesting and I hope you like it! 💛dad blurbs
summary: see above Eddie deals with his daughter throwing a tantrum but - this is fluff warnings: single mom reader, descriptions of wiggling worms and reader touching them so if you ain't into bugs sorry | even if a fic is not marked 18+, my blog is - please respect this
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Why Do Worms Exist?
singledad!eddie munson x singlemom!reader
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Hands tugging at his curls in impatience as he juggles the backpack, the keys, the twelve leaves left in his custody and the angry toddler in his arms. 
“Down!” she tugs harsher and he huffs. 
Haircuts and baths seemed to be the only time his kid felt like reminding him that she was in fact his kid. Squirming and wrestling and shrieking loud enough the glass on the apartment windows could pop. He was grateful for his daughter, don’t get him wrong. Reminding himself whenever the demon possessed her during those moments that she’d be his quiet and wonderful kid again soon. 
But no one could have predicted that walking and exploring and learning would hit around the same time as Autumn in Hawkins - well okay, maybe someone else could have other than him. But no one, including Eddie could have foreseen that his unique and already quirky baby girl would be fascinated by any and everything that season had to offer her. And, really, how could he have predicted the meltdowns about these things when he told her she couldn’t take them all home with her?
Fucking leaves. 
And worms. Why’d his kid have to like worms? 
Maybe that was his own fault for calling her Bug. Were worms bugs? Were they their own…species? Jesus Christ he barely got his diploma and now here he is with a kid having a level thirteen meltdown about leaves. What happened when she got older and had questions about these things she found fascinating and he had nothing to offer her? Maybe Dustin would have a book on it. Or Robin. She’s into weird stuff and random facts. 
Eddie sucks in his breath as Sam yanks one curl particularly hard and realizes that if it’s bad now, the very near future of Spring would be even worse. And oh god, the rain and the mud and even more worms and his heart starts racing faster as he thinks about how much bigger she’d be come then. She’d put up even more of a fight. 
He finally gets the pack over his shoulder, the keys tucked safely in a pocket. Sammy’s butt supported under his arm and his hand with the leaves wrapped around her back. Twelve leaves - they’d barely made it down the sidewalk. 
She pushes against his chest, cheeks red and flushed to match her bright red rain boots dangling and kicking dangerously close to unwanted territory and he winces, “Hey, hey, watch it Bug. Getting too close for comfort there.”
Eddie knows she didn’t catch any of that and her tiny hands wind fists into his hair and her chin wobbles as he prepares for the wail to come and he squeezes his eyes shut. Only to be met with fiercer squirming and a head butt to his jaw that makes his ears ring, “Ouch! Sammy, come on, you can get down soon!”
He didn’t yell, but he definitely raised his voice more than he meant to. Sam cries and cries like he’d seen other kids do when heading in the opposite direction of the park. As they round the corner he can see the bright reds, yellows, and blues of the slides and jungle gym.
“Look, Bug, swings,” trying and failing to calm her down with a favorite word and activity. He sighs as other parents look his way as he gets closer. Sure, his kids shrieking was disturbing the peace but theirs screaming on the playground was fine. Gossiping and judging girls from high school who grew up into moms but didn’t outgrow anything else.
He sits on the bench as Sammy pulls and yanks more, closing his eyes again. Eddie presses his forehead to hers, wincing every time she hits against it. He speaks quietly, “Bug, come on, listen to daddy. Calm down.” 
He sets the leaves on the bench and the crying stops almost instantly. He opens his eyes, Sam’s temple to his nose, crocodile tears trailing down her cheeks and tiny chubby hands reaching towards the pile. 
“Leeb,” she hiccups and grabs at the pile. 
Eddie holds her in a firm lock, hand rubbing soothing circles up and down her back, “Leaf?”
She grunts, trying to squirm away again and she whines, “Pwease!”
Heart aching because she’s trying to say please, and she knows that’s the nice way to ask as she calms down. But god, he can’t have her bringing home every leaf from the park.
“Bug,” he taps the pile, “Leaves stay here. Not coming home with us. Leaves stay outside.” 
She huffs and he watches in wonder and awe as she nods and whispers, “Owside leebs.”
He grins. He did it. He dealt with a tantrum while judgey moms watched and his daughter is smart. She understood so much and she was probably gonna be a scientist or some crazy awesome shit he couldn’t even come up with. 
Eddie kisses her nose and wipes her cheeks with his thumbs, body relaxing, “Right. Outside leaves. Ready to go play?”
She shimmies out of his grasp, legs dangling until her boots hit the ground and she wanders toward the playground only to pick up a stick. Poking at the dirt and he covers his smile when she sits. Her plaid jumper and tights dragging and collecting all the dirt and leaves they can manage. 
A little boy sits next to her and she smiles at him, a dimple popping out and extending a stick to him like Eddie had taught her to share. He swallows harshly when she grabs his hand and they waddle to a particularly muddy puddle. 
Oh fuck. She’s gonna get even older and the meltdowns aren’t gonna be about fucking worms they’re gonna be about boys or drinking or-
“You look like you’re dealing with some extreme and sudden realizations right now.”
Eddie glances up to see you standing near his bench, smiling kindly and a cup of coffee in your hands. He’s taken aback one because an adult is talking to him instead of standing off to the side and judging and two because holy shit were you pretty. 
He gulps audibly, “I-uh,” he glances back at his daughter who’s fully laying in the dirt on her stomach now and he smiles, “Yeah, uh I guess you could say that.”
Gesturing to his kid and the little boy, “I see yours is corrupting mine. Believe it or not we’d managed to stay away from dirt until today.”
Eddie grins widely, “Well wait till he finds all the things crawling around in the dirt and wants to take them home.”
Your gloved hand presses to your cheek, dragging it down as you groan loudly, “Why do worms exist?”
He watches you watch the kids, your face melting into warmth and that sappy wow that’s mine look he knows he gets with Sammy all the time. He’s a goner if you’re single. 
Gesturing to the bench and scooting over he sighs, “Pretty sure only to torture parents.”
“Great. Can’t wait,” you deadpan and sit, removing your gloves and extending a hand to him and introducing yourself.
Just because there isn’t a ring doesn’t mean anything. He shakes it back, “Eddie.” 
Nodding your head to the little boy who’s flinging dirt around wildly with his stick, “That’s Parker. My right hand guy.”
Eddie straightens and sees the webs across the backpack you’re stuffing the gloves in and smirks, “As in Peter?”
Clearing your throat and taking a sip of your coffee before continuing, “Yeah, I’m shameless. I named my kid after my favorite superhero, okay? I was alone and drugged up on all the painkillers they could legally give me.”
Alone. 
He waves his hand, “It’s okay, mine's after a Lord of the Rings character.”
You smile at him, shy and sweet. He should just ask right? Or offer up his own information. Is it like just sharing your phone number with a girl? Hey, I’m Eddie, I’m a single parent are you? Not sure what’s about to come out of his mouth, but he’s stopped as his daughter decides she wants to be the worst wingwoman on planet earth right at that moment. 
“Hole pwease,” her tiny voice brings his attention down, extending her dirt smothered hands out to you.
Your mom instincts kick in, holding out your hands like it’s nothing but Eddie knows exactly what Sammy is about to drop in your hands. He’s not quick enough when he leans forward though, 
“No, Bug, don’t-”
Several squirming worms drop down into your palms and he watches your eyes go wide. You don’t freak out or grimace though, instead you smile and extend your hands out further when your son drops more into the pile. 
Your smile is bright, cheeks popping and eyes shimmering and your laugh swirls around his heart as you speak to them in a way that makes his stomach flutter, “Woah you guys! Look at all these awesome worms!”
He watches in awe as you ask their names and sit patiently with wiggling worms in your hands as they point and poke at them and his daughter holds one up closer to your face and your eyes go wide and she giggles.
He’s a total and absolute goner. 
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[SUMMARY: Joel falls for temptation with the babysitter, who happens to be his best friends twenty year old daughter.]
Smut, unprotected sex, age difference
“I know…it’s so much isn’t it?” He whispered close to your lips before slowly moving in a rythm.
“Thanks for babysitting last minute” Joel let you in before calling out to his brother Tommy to hurry for work.
“Its alright, I didn’t have any plans for the day” you assured him as you watched him put a few of his belongings in his backpack. You couldn’t help but notice the sight of his forearms flexing as he adjusted what he needed.
“Shit-“ Joel whispered to himself looking down at his t shirt noticing it was backwards.
“Tommy let’s go!” He turned around unexpectedly pulling his shirt over him as he disappeared into the bathroom. The sight of his broad back for just that short second making your heart skip a beat.
“Your father said he forgot to tell you he won’t be home tonight when you return” Joel called out from the bathroom. For just a moment forgetting he was after all, your fathers bestfriend.
“It’s fine, I wasn’t gonna go straight home anyways” you responded as you took off your jacket just as he stepped back out.
“Staying out late tonight?” You hadn’t noticed his eyes quickly wander down your backside before you turned back to him.
“Uh yeah,” you smiled as he gave you a quick nod and yelled once again for his brother.
“Tommy!” He grabbed his bag heading for the door.
“Sarah’s in her room, probably watching a movie. Make yourself comfortable, thanks again” he quickly walked out just as Tommy finally followed. You sighed to yourself after hearing them drive off, you had such a crush on Joel but you knew nothing more would ever come from it.
How could it? You were only twenty years old and Joel was a friend of your fathers.
Sarah and you spent most of your evening watching movies and ordered pizza. She was a sweet eight year old, it was clear her father did a good job raising her.
Soon it was her bedtime and you made sure she was set in bed. You had bought your clothes to change for your plans tonight and did some light make up in the bathroom, you knew Joel would be home soon.
Just as he said, nine on the dot he walked in just as you were finishing up putting on your lip gloss in the mirror.
You found Joel in the kitchen grabbing a drink from the fridge before he turned around and was taken back by the sight he had before him. You wore black jeans and an off the shoulder olive green top. Your high heel boots finishing off your look, Joel was speechless.
“Well you look nice y/n” Tommy walked by distracting Joel for just a second.
“Thanks” you placed your bag over your shoulder.
“Sarahs asleep, her homework is done and we watched a movie and had pizza,” you spoke as Joel looked at you but didn’t seem to be listening at all.
“Joel?” He cleared his throat taking a sip from his drink.
“Yeah-thanks” his eyes again quickly wandering up and down as you looked at your phone.
“What’s it a date?” He leaned on the door way.
“Could you tell? I’m so nervous” you laughed not noticing how he clenched his jaw. Apart of him actually felt jealousy that he knew he shouldn’t have felt. Who the hell was he to feel any type of way. Being so nervous for your date you failed to notice the way your crushes eyes were glued to you.
“I better get going,” you walked towards the door as he followed.
“Thanks for tonight…have fun” he tightened his lip as he held the door open for you and watched you walk out.
The night quickly turned into a disaster. Your date Jacob was a joke, the whole night only trying to touch you not caring how uncomfortable it made you feel. Feeling tipsy off the 3 drinks you had you got in Jacobs car just wanting to be taken home. He drove silently until he pulled over and reached over beginning to kiss your neck. You quickly stopped him only pissing him off.
“Come on, what the hell was the point of me taking you out tonight if I ain’t getting any action?”
“What?” You looked up at him shocked.
“Is that what this is?”
“What did you think I actually liked you?” He began to laugh as your heart crushed into pieces.
“Get out of my car-“
“We’re in the middle of nowhere!”.
“Get out!” He yelled louder. Angrily you grabbed your purse, slamming the door as hard as you could watching him drive off.
It was late and it was getting chilly, you had no way to get home and you could still feel the effects of the alcohol. The thought of calling Joel crossed your mind, before you could stop yourself from doing it you grabbed your phone and began dialing.
Joel sat alone in his living room watching a movie when his phone began to ring. Confused by a sudden late call, he was even more thrown off when he saw your name.
“Hello?”
“Joel? I’m sorry-“ the sound of your voice making him sit up leaning forward.
“What’s the matter?”
“I know it’s late, I…umm…do you think you can please pick me up?” You were clearly upset, he had never heard you like this before.
“Of course, tell me where you are”
“Right before you get onto the expressway on Alley Pond road” you looked up at the sign.
“Yeah-yeah I’ll be there right in a bit” Joel quickly checked on his daughter and left his brother a note before leaving the house.
Joel eventually found you alone in a dark quiet street.
“What the hell?” He whispered to himself before getting out the car. The sight of him walking your way making tears instantly well up.
“Joel, I’m so sorry” he instantly began taking off his jacket to place it around you.
“What the hell you doing here alone?”
“My date went to shit-“ you shook your head looking down.
“He got upset I wouldn’t put out and he left me here. I’m such an idiot-“
“Hey” he stopped you right in your tracks.
“Any man who leaves a woman like this late out in the cold alone is a shit head in my book. He ain’t worth it, sweetheart. Come on” he took his arm out for you to grab onto and walk you to the car. You held on almost stumbling before he quickly caught you.
“How much you had to drink?”
“Just two or three shots. I’m sorry-“
“Stop saying sorry dammit” he helped you into the passenger seat of his car. The warmth making you sigh in comfort.
Joel sat for a moment looking over at you as you looked down in embarrassment.
“I know this isn’t appropriate but I didn’t know who else to call” you whispered.
“I’m glad you called me” he assured you making you look up. Joel turned the car back on and drove off as you looked outside.
“I thought he actually liked me” you laughed at yourself sarcastically.
“Silly me, guess I wasn’t pretty enough”
“Stop it, you’re beautiful” his unexpected words making you look over at him. He could feel your eyes on him as he looked at the road.
“That’s nice of you to say”
“I mean it” his eyes locking with yours.
“Don’t you let that asshole make you think you ain’t good enough. Any man would be lucky to have a chance with you” he looked away before you could respond, speeding off into the road. The rest of the ride was silent up until you got to the front of your house. He quickly got out, opening your door, taking your hand to help you out.
“My dads still not home” you raised your brows as you took his hand, your foot accidentally sliding making your body crash into his.
“You alright?” You could feel his large hands on your waist, your back against the passenger seat.
“Did you really mean what you said back there?” You suddenly asked looking up at him.
“You think I’m beautiful?” His expression changing, he knew this was wrong but he couldn’t help himself. You realized his eyes were on your lips, his hands still on your waist as you stood before him.
“Joel?” He unexpectedly leaned in and kissed you, taking you by surpsie. Your lips locking with his as his hands squeezed your hips, your body completely leaning back against the seat as his body pressed on yours before he pulled his lips away. The two of you panting still close together.
“I’m sorry-“ he whispered.
“Don’t be” you ran your hand through the back of his wavy hair pulling his face back to you, making him kiss you again. The kiss was intense, passionate until he once again pulled himself away.
“You better go” he cleared his throat unable to look you in the eye, he knew your father could pull up any minute and find you two like this.
“Yeah…I should” you whispered thinking the same exact thing. He stepped aside and watched you walk to your door before letting yourself inside.
Joel couldn’t believe what he had just let himself do, hell you couldn’t believe it. Never had Joel shown any signs that he was interested in you in this way…that you noticed.
Joel lay back in his bed that night not being able to stop thinking about how he kissed you. A but of guilt getting to him knowing you were Brian’s daughter. What the hell was he thinking?
That night Joel had a dream of you, the dream causing him to wake up with a massive hard on.
“Shit” he whispered knowing you would be showing up again that day to babysit. He couldn’t allow himself to be alone with you.
The next day you anxiously rang the bell waiting for it to be opened until you saw Joel.
“Hi” you spoke hesitantly, his body instantly tensing.
“Hi” he let you in quickly turning his back to you. You looked around to see if Tommy or Sarah were anywhere near by as he walked into the kitchen and poured himself juice.
“About..last night-“
“I shouldn’t have done that and it was wrong for me to step out of line like that. It won’t happen again” he couldn’t even look up at you as he spoke.
“Ok” you turned around making him comfortable enough to look up noticing you wore some kind of casual dress. Instant sexual thoughts rushing through his mind until you looked up.
“How’s Sarah?”
“Huh? Sarah-she’s fine” he looked over and saw her coming down the hall.
“There she is,homework all done, showered. Now you two just relax till I get home tonight”
“Wanna bake some cookies?” You asked Sarah with a smile. She agreed as the two of you began prepping the kitchen, Joel left with Tommy yet he still couldn’t stop thinking of you.
“Has Brian called you?” Tommy’s question throwing Joel off.
“Brian? For what?”
“Remember the job we were suppose to do with him tomorrow? To confirm it?”
“Oh, shit. No I haven’t heard from him. I’ll give him a call later.”
That night Joel returned alone as Sarah fell asleep on the couch beside you. He picked her up in his arms and gently lay her in bed before closing her door.
“Where’s Tommy?” You asked as you began to get your stuff.
“Out, I don’t know” he responded without looking your way. You could tell he was trying to avoid you.
“How was your day?” You asked as he bit his lip hoping you would leave, he couldn’t allow himself to give into this.
“Come on, Joel” you sighed as he walked down the hall.
“You’re gonna act like nothing happened?” You asked making him stop in his tracks and turn back to you.
“What the hell are you trying to do? If your father knew-“
“He doesn’t have to know anything” you quickly interjected.
“Look I’m not doing anything, I know nothing could happen I just-“
“You just what?” He spoke in a cold tone walking towards you as you began to back away, unaware you walked into the bathroom, before you could come back out he had already blocked the doorway. He closed the door behind him without taking his eyes off you. The room was dim only a light from a post outside the house entering through the window. The sexual tension between the two of you was strong, your heart racing with excitement.
“Joel?” Without saying a word he grabbed you once again kissing you intensely. His hands touching every part of your body until they stopped on your breasts squeezing them. His kisses slowing down as his hands slowly dropped to your waist pulling your pelvis against him making you feel how hard he was.
“See what you’re doing to me?” He whispered in between kisses. You didn’t know what to say until he slowly picked you up and sat you on the sink. His hands slowly pushing up under your dress as he stared into your eyes.
“What if-“
“Shh” he unbuckled his pants dropping them right before his knees as he grabbed your hand and made you grab his dick. You gasped feeling how thick he was. You knew you both were doing something that wasn’t right, but you couldn’t stop. He pulled you close to him, spreading your legs pressing the head of his dick against your pussy. He could feel you soaked through your underwear. Your hands on his shoulders only wanting to feel more of him you pulled him closer, your breathing rapid.
“You want me too huh?” He whispered just as he began to kiss you again reaching between you both. His kisses grew more intense again just as you felt him move your soaked underwear to the side. The tip of him pushing against your entrance, you pulled your lips away uncertain of how this would feel. You weren’t a virgin but he was bigger than what you were used to. He pressed against you harder as he slowly buried himself in you inch by inch. Just watching your expression he could tell you had never felt anything like this. Unexpectedly he thrusted hard making you whimper holding himself in place.
“I know…it’s so much isn’t it?” He whispered close to your lips before slowly moving in a rythm. Each stroke making you more wet for him allowing him to move faster. Your arm around his neck as you leaned your free hand on the sink, moaning softly against him. He began to pull the straps of your dress down, revealing your plump breasts as he quickened his pace. The pleasure he made you feel you hadn’t even come close to with another man, lost in a daze you moaned until you heard the front door being unlocked.
“Shh” Joel didn’t stop, burying his face in the crook of your neck when you heard someone turn the bathroom door knob. You gasped hearing Tommy’s voice on the other end.
“Joel hurry up, I gotta use the bathroom”
“I’m busy in here” Joel continued as he but his bottom lip looking down at himself slide in and out of you.
“What are you taking a shit in the dark?”
“Tommy I’m fucking busy” he panted.
“Well hurry up, Brians coming over so we could go over the job for tomorrow” you gasped in a panic. Your father was coming over?
“Joel” you whispered when you began to feel a sensation that quickly distracted you begin to build up inside you, one you weren’t familiar with and he could see it in your eyes. Tommy mumbled something walking away from the door as Joel moved faster grabbing your face, he felt you tighten up around him.
“Let it go, baby, let it happen” he whispered as he grunted, sweat dripping down his forehead. Your eyes rolled back as you arched your back before a moan louder than you expected escaped your lips. Joel quickly covered your mouth with his hand as he felt you cum all over him.
“That’s it…..there you go…” he whispered feeling your body go limp in his arms. He thrusted a few times more before he quickly pulled out finishing on your thigh struggling to be as quiet as he could.
“Fuck” he grunted low, both panting out of control as he wiped sweat off his face.
“Joel, you alright?!” Tommy was at the door again as you slouched back against the mirror.
“Yeah- yeah I’m fine-“
“I’m going out for a smoke, I’ll wait for Brian out front” and with that you both heard the door close.
Quickly cleaning yourself up Joel didn’t say a word as he washed his face and pulled his pants up. You fixed your dress the best you could looking over at him before looking at the mirror.
“My father is on his way” you spoke with concern before he stopped and looked at you.
“Look…just act like you were in the room reading Sarah a book. Try to act normal” he whispered before opening the door and the two of you walked out.
Just as you walked into the kitchen in walked Tommy and your father.
“Y/n, I didn’t know you were still here” Tommy chuckled as you smiled nervously.
“Hey dad, hey Tommy, I was just reading Sarah a book” you explained as Tommy looked over at Joel who was grabbing something from the fridge. Tommy instantly noticing something was off, he knew his brother all too well.
But it couldn’t be what he thought.
He looked back at fourth at you and Joel with furrowed brows before Brian distracted all of you.
“Y/n if you want you can wait for me to drive you home, I’ll be done soon” your dad offered.
“No it’s ok dad, I’ll see you at the house. I better get going” you grabbed your purse heading for the door.
“Thank you” Joel called out to you making you stop in your tracks.
“Y-yeah…no problem” you smiled before opening the door and letting yourself out.
Tommy caught the way his brother was looking at you, he couldn’t believe what he was seeing. He knew the look his brother had after getting lucky with a woman. Once again Brian distracting him and Joel getting back into the topic of work.
You walked out into the fresh air in shock with what just happened. It felt like something out of a movie.
Now what?
So many thoughts ran through your head, but one thing was for sure, it couldn’t happen again. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself.
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19: Beautiful Things
Lando Norris x OC (Violet Sinclair)
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The last few years I wasn't the best version of myself. I barely recognized myself when I looked at the mirror, not knowing what I did to look like that. It was like I couldn't control myself, being the victim of unfair and unjustified critics and hate, and making them get into my mind and believe every word they said about me.
For years I was under a fog that made my mind not perform well, and even if I had people that could help me, I never knew how to get rid of it.
Until I met her.
She was like a breath of fresh air every time she walked into a room. Her golden hair was the reminder of the sunlight as well as her blue eyes that stared deep into my soul whenever she looked at me. She was the pure incarnation of an angel.
I tried to be better. I tried to make her look at me, to have her attention and be the cause of her smile and happiness.
But she was always with someone else. She was out of reach. Untouchable.
For four years I dreamed of having her, I imagined a life with her next to me. Four warm summers and four cold winters.
Until it happened. 
She looked at me. I had her attention. I was the reason behind her smile. I was the person that could hold her. 
Thanks to her I freed myself from my tormenting, from my negative thoughts. She was the reason why I wanted to be better every morning. Thanks to her, I could face everything with a smile, I could go to my family and talk with them about myself without avoiding questions about work. And the best is that my parents loved Violet as a daughter.
“Lando!”
Would she like it big? Or maybe small? There are many sizes and forms. And what would she like more. Silver? Gold? Rose gold? 
“Hey, you deaf muppet!”
I look up from my phone, finding Violet running towards me with her hand in a fist holding something.
“What is it?” I laughed looking at her, watching her sit on the sun bed.
“I just found this conch shell, look!” she smiled, placing it in the palm of my hand, making me smile when I felt her cold fingers from the water.
After the triple header, Violet and I decided to spend the first week of the summer break on our own, staying in Monaco for some days to relax before going with my family to Greece.
“It's so beautiful” I smiled looking at her, holding her hand and kissing her wrist. “How is the water?”
“Really nice” she nodded. “Come on, come with me”
I smiled and nodded, leaving my phone in the backpack and holding her hand while we walked towards the water. 
When I started going out with her, I discovered that her love language was the same as mine, but she struggled to show it. Maybe it was because of her previous relationship, that made her be cautious about touching another man, but once I earned her trust, I discovered a whole new world with her.
Violet is a woman that loves talking about what she likes. Thanks to her I learned so many things about culture and different languages, and discovered new things and places I never imagined I would love. 
“Come here” I smile, opening my arms while floating so she could come close to me and wrap her legs around my hips. 
She smiled and rested her head on my shoulder, floating together. This was our first summer together, completely alone. 
“What were you looking at on your phone earlier? You were really focused on it and barely heard me calling you from the water” she whispered softly.
“Oh, I just read the contract for the reservation of the yacht for Greece” I lied, smiling, hoping she would believe it. 
“Is the same one from last summer?” she gasped, excited. 
“Yeah” I laughed.
“God, I loved that yacht! It's so big and spacious!” she smiled. “Well, except the bed I had last year, but it was fine”
“Well, you are lucky to share a bed with me now, huh?” I smirked. 
“I repeat. I won't do anything if your family is around, you perv” she laughed, splashing water on my face. 
Violet is a blessing. She is the type of person that when you meet her for the first time, she always tries to stay distant and quiet. I still can remember the first time I met her, sitting on the couch of my house and looking at everyone while we talked, like analyzing us and trying to read us. But since I started dating her, I discovered a new side of her and why she was like that with us.
And like with everything bad that has been happening lately, the answer to that behavior was Harry. 
“A thought for a thought?” she whispered against my neck. “I can hear your mind working”
“It's just…” I sighed, holding her closer to me. “I'm so grateful for these six months with you. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night thinking that everything was a dream, but then I look at my side and you are there, sleeping tenderly like a baby. And I swear I thank God every day for sending you my way that day four years ago”
I felt her move her face and look at me, leaning closer until our lips melted on a kiss. It was salty, but that didn't stop me from smiling and kissing her back when she held me closer too.
“This is not a dream” she whispered before pulling away. “This is real. My love for you is real”
I smile and kiss her lips again and again, not getting tired of the feeling of her lips on mine.
“And what were you thinking?” I asked her, kissing her cheek.
“Promise me you won't laugh” she smiled, poking my cheek.
“Is it funny?” I laughed looking at her, watching her shake her head with her cheeks tinted in red. 
“No, no, it's…” she smiled, taking a deep breath. “Well, I was thinking about stopping the rent of my apartment ”
“What? Why? You love that apartment” I frown, tilting my head to the side. 
“Yeah, but… I think I want to take the next step with you” she smiled looking into my eyes. “You've been living with me since you asked me six months ago, and even if you come on go, your things are still in the wardrobe and your toothbrush is still next to mine. I just think that the next natural step for us is having our names in a contract of owners of a property and living together… What do you think?”
I looked at her surprised. I knew I wanted to spend the rest of my life with her, living together in a house and hopefully having kids around, maybe a dog too. 
“Remember what we talked about the day after Christmas?” I said, smiling. 
“That hypothetical question?” she laughed softly, nodding. “Yeah, I remember”
“That they I asked you, hypothetically, if you wanted a house like the one my parents own. With enough space for kids and lots of rooms” I said, cupping her cheek and feeling how she rested her head on my hand. “I told you that day I said that we were in the perfect age to settle down…”
“And you said that you wanted to think about the future” she ended for me, nodding. “And I do. I do want to think about the future with you. I want to settle down with you. I do want to look at houses in our free time and plan things with you”
I smiled looking at and nodded, happily. This is getting so real, so true.
And for once, I prayed to every God that exists to never take her away from me, never. I would rather die than lose her.
“My only condition is to have a room for my books” she smiled, biting her lip. 
“Anything you want, babe” I smiled, kissing her.
Back in my apartment here in Monaco I went to my setup room, sitting on the chair and looking at the screen of my phone, going through the same website I was looking at on the beach.
Some people might say that it's too soon, that we are young and have a long life ahead of us. But what is always in my mind is the thought of a forever with her, of taking every step of a relationship that leads to the next stages. Why wouldn't I look for something like this when I know that she is the one for me? Why would I have to wait when the answer is right in front of me?
“Love, are you going to stream?” I heard her ask, making me turn around and see her leaning against the door frame.
“No, why?” I said smiling, getting out the website from my phone and locking it. 
“Oh, well, I was just wondering if you wanted to look for houses now. Just for fun, of course” she said, coming towards me and standing between my legs.
“Why don't we make some snacks before that, hm?” I smiled, placing my hands on the back of her legs, looking up at her. 
She smiled and nodded, leaning to press a tender kiss on my forehead before she took a step back while I got up from the chair. 
Violet and I move in a perfect synchrony when we are in the kitchen, or when we work. We know what we have to do, where we have to stand so we don't disturb the other. It's like I can hear her voice in my mind telling me what to do, where to go.
Once the plates with our snacks were ready, we walked to the streaming room, sitting on the chairs. While I searched on the internet some websites that had houses to sell, I saw her getting up and going to get the backpack she left in the living room, coming back with her notebook and a pen.
“First we should write what we want in a house, right?” she said, smiling. 
“Wait” I said, placing my hand on her knee. “Like… are you being completely serious about this? Like, for real? You really really want to buy a house? I mean, we can look for an apartment until we think that it's not enough…”
“Lando, I want a house” she said. “With you. I guess if we are going to go through this we have to talk about, well… more mature things”
I took a deep breath and nodded, turning the chair to face her, holding both of her hands. I smiled looking at them, looking at the ring with our stones placed in her right middle finger, the wrist watch that matches mine after a sponsor sent them for us, the bracelet that is the twin of the one I have and a bracelet Eloise gifted her some years ago and she wanted to put it again. I rubbed her knuckles and looked into her eyes, searching for the courage to ask what was on the tip of my tongue.
“You want kids?” I asked her. 
“I think so, yeah” she nodded, blushing. “I mean… I see the way you are with Mila and Athena, or with Magnussen’s daughter. And I have these dreams at night when I can see you holding her, holding a little girl with your curls and my blonde hair”
“Why did you never tell me that?” I smile softly, squeezing her hands. “That's so beautiful, Violet”
“Because I didn't know how you would react” she said, shrugging her shoulders. “Like, what if you don't want kids? What if you are comfortable with just the two of us? Less people to worry about, you know?”
“Well, I do want kids” I smiled. “God, I want it all, Violet. I want to get married with you, I want to have kids with you. Can we have a dog? Or maybe a cat. Or both! But, the thing is… I want everything”
“Then the mature talk is done” she smiled. “We are in the same page”
I bit my lip and nodded, pulling her hands to my lips and kissing her fingers one by one, smiling.
Is this what it feels like to have a soulmate? To have someone you are in complete synchrony, not only with how you coexist but with the way you think. We know what we want, and it feels amazingly beautiful.
But somehow this makes my fear of losing her even bigger. The thought of losing all it's inevitable.
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The day we came back to London was sunny.  Max and Pietra came to pick us up at the airport because we wanted to have dinner together, ordering some takeout. 
Lando wanted to make a stream with Max in the improvised setup he made in my office, so while they stayed in that room, Pietra and I were on the couch talking.
“I told him about the house subject” I said smiling, looking at how Pietra opened her eyes with a big smile.
“No way! That's amazing!” she smiled. “So are you two for real? Like, forever?”
“I guess so, we had that talk too. The kids and marriage one” I said blushing. “It went really good”
“God, I'm so proud of you two” she said, hugging me. 
“It has only been half a year, but I swear it feels more than that” I sighed.
“Yeah, that happens when you are with the right person” she nodded. “You feel that you know him since forever and that you were together for longer because all the experiences and memories”
I smile and nod, taking a deep breath. We talked about some more things until I received a call from the restaurant where we ordered our dinner.
“God damn it, they don't have enough drivers to deliver it at time” I sighed, rubbing my temple. “I guess I have to go pick it up myself”
“Oh, I can go with you if you want to?” Pietra said, standing up.
“No, don't worry” I smiled, shaking my hands. “I’ll be fast”
I sighed and walked with her towards my office, opening the door a little and walking towards the setup, placing my hand on Lando's shoulder.
“I have to go pick up the dinner” I sighed.
“Oh? It happened again?” he frowned, wrapping his hand around my leg. 
“Unfortunately” I groaned. “Remind me to never order at that restaurant at this hour. It seems that everyone had the same idea of us”
“Yeah” he sighed. “You can take my car, it's parked in front of the building”
“You are the best” I smiled, leaning on him and kissing his cheek.
I walked out of the room and grabbed my bag, putting my wallet on it and grabbing the keys of his Audi. I always loved this car, how comfortable it is and easy to drive, and even if it was big and hard to find a parking spot for it, I wouldn't care.
I put music on the Bluetooth, listening to my playlist and singing along with it. The restaurant is not too far, only fifteen minutes away with traffic, and since it was late and the people that got out of work were already at home, the road was pretty empty.
So I let the engine roar a little, speeding on empty roads and feeling the adrenaline of hearing it mixed with the music of the speakers.
But silly me, I didn't notice the brakes starting to fail.
I hummed softly the music, watching how the traffic light went red so I pressed the foot on the brake pedal.
But the car wasn't stopping. The brakes weren't working.
“What the…” I frown, pressing again, feeling a shiver running up my back and already feeling cold sweat. “No, no, no!”
It happened so fast. My brain was working too fast and before I knew it I was jumping the red light, praying that the path ahead was clear and any car came into the intersection.
But my dose of luck was empty. I have had too many good things lately. 
Before I could understand what was happening, a white light blinded me as well as the sound of a horn coming closer to me. 
I felt the hit on my side and after that everything started to go slower, making me not hear the metal and glass of the car breaking. I felt my whole body in pain, the cuts of the glass in my face as well as in my arms, my side was terribly in pain. And what was worse, the pain in my nape and head.
Before I noticed the car stopping, I slowly passed out, nauseous because of the pain all over my body.
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I didn't look at the time, not knowing how much it was taking Violet to come back. I knew she loved the Audi, so she was probably driving around to have fun and spend time alone with her music.
“Lando, you know where Violet is?” 
I frowned and turned the chair, looking at Pietra. She was looking at her phone with worry in her eyes.
“She said she went to pick up the dinner” I said, looking at my phone, swallowing thickly when I saw that it was already half an hour ago.
“Maybe she went for a ride” Max said chuckling, looking at me and then at the camera of the stream. “This man made Violet a fan of speed”
“Hey, no” I laughed, hitting his arm. “She always loved to drive, and thanks to me she had the chance of driving my McLaren”
“No way! Did you let her drive it before me?” Max gasped, making me laugh harder. “How dare you?!”
“She's my girlfriend and I trust her with my own life” I said. 
“Unfair”
I laugh and shake my head. We kept streaming a little longer until I received a call from Violet's phone.
“Violet! I know you love the Audi but we are really hungry” I smiled, looking at Max and Pietra.
“Are you related to Violet Sinclair?” 
I frown, somehow feeling a shiver when I heard the voice of a stranger through my phone.
“Y-yeah” I mumbled, ignoring the fact that I was on a stream when my whole face went pale. 
“I’m Captain Garrick from London's Fire Department. We found Miss Sinclair's phone and wallet in the ruins of a car crash. She was sent with urgency to the Royal London Hospital due to the critical conditions after the crash”
I just couldn't understand what I was hearing. Violet? In a crash? What?
“Lando?” 
I swallow thickly, looking at Max. He frowned looking at me, worried. We were still in the stream, and I could hear the notifications mixed with a whistle that was making me feel nauseous.
“End the stream” I mumbled, getting up and pacing around the room.
Violet. Car crash. Critical conditions.
Those were the words that kept flying in my mind like a mantra. 
Violet. Car crash. Critical conditions. Violet. Car crash. Critical conditions. Violet. Car crash. Critical conditions.
“Lando!”
When I felt Max’s hand on my shoulder I flinched, gasping. 
“She…”
“Who called? It was Violet? Your face changed when you answered the call” Max sighed, looking at me.
“Car crash” I said, feeling a knot in my throat and my vision getting blurry as seconds passed. “She was… she is in critical conditions, they said”
“What?!” Max and Pietra gasped.
“I need to go” I said, burying my fingers in my hair. “I have to go”
“We are going” Pietra said quickly, grabbing her things and looking at us. “We won't leave you alone like this. Where did they take her?”
“Royal London Hospital” I mumbled, watching them walk around me, grabbing things.
I felt the panic coming to my system. The fear I tried to fight over the last months, I could feel it coming closer, like a predator breathing in my nap. My chest was heavy, I could barely breathe.
Max sighed, wrapping his hand around my wrist, making me come back to Earth and walk behind him, following him to his car.
“She will be okay” Pietra said, looking back at me with a sad and nervous smile. “Violet is strong, and stubborn. It's not easy to get rid of her, huh?”
I couldn't answer, my eyes were fixed in my hands, looking at the bracelet of my wrist and feeling how the metal of it burned my skin. 
I can't lose her. There's no way this is real. This can't be happening. 
Why? Why are they doing this to me? I prayed to every God, I promised to every one of them that I would love her with all my heart, that I would never hurt her, and this is how they answered me? By making her be on a limbo between life and death? Why is this so unfair?
“We arrived” I heard Max say, stopping the car after finding a parking lot.
I took a deep breath and pressed my hands on my eyes, trying to calm down. I won't help Violet by feeling this way. I have to be strong for her.
I got out of the car and ran following them, going through the door of the emergency department and stopping in front of the receptionist table.
“V-Violer Sinclair?” I asked, trying to calm down my breathing and heartbeat. “Did she arrive? Where is she?”
“Are you related to her?” the woman behind the desk asked calmly, making my blood boil because of how disinterested she sounded. “Only familiars can have the information of her state”
“I'm her emergency contact. Of course I'm fucking related to her!” I exclaimed. “Where is she?!”
“Lando…” Pietra sighed, placing her hand on my arm. “He is her boyfriend, we are her friends. Her family is not in London, we are the only people she has. We need to know where she is, please”
I saw the woman look at us, scanning every one of us with her eyes as she chewed a gum and then her eyes scanned the screen of her computer while pressing keys on the keyboard.
“For Gods sake!” I exclaimed, taking a step back. 
“Lando, calm down, please” Max sighed.
“She's in the surgery room” the woman said. “Third floor”
I swallow thickly and look around, searching for an elevator and going to it with Max and Pietra. When we got inside of it, I could hear my heartbeat inside of my ears.
“She's going to be okay, don't worry” Pietra said.
“She's in surgery, Pietra… This is not okay. I know what a crash is. I know when a crash is safe and when it's not. I had plenty of them and never ended up at the surgery table” I mumble with a thin voice. 
“She wasn't driving at 300 km per hour, mate. I'm sure it's nothing, okay? Maybe a few cuts or broken ribs… The normal after a crash” he said, trying to calm me.
I just nodded, letting out a long, trembling sigh. 
She has to be okay. I need her to be okay. We talked about many things about our future, we have to make them come true.
When the doors opened we rushed out of it, walking fast through the corridors as we found the waiting room from the surgery department. I took a deep breath and looked around, finding another reception desk.
“I'll go” Pietra said, walking away from us.
“This can't be happening” I whisper, looking at how she talked with the receptionist. “This is not real”
“I'm sorry, Lando…” Max sighed, placing his hand on my back, guiding me to sit on the free chairs.
“I… God. We even talked about buying a house together” I said, laughing sadly and resting my head in my hands. “About marriage and kids. The other was looking for an engagement ring for her before she smsiad she wanted to.move in with me. God damn it!”
Max sighed and rubbed my back, resting his back on the chair.
“She will get through this, Lando. I swear” he whispered. “She loves you, she has a strong soul. She will fight”
I closed my eyes when I felt the tears burning them, letting them flow. I can't lose her.
“She’s in the surgery room number 5” Pietra said, sitting next to me and placing her hand next to Max's in my back. “A doctor will come to talk with you soon, the surgery is close to finishing”
I nodded and rubbed my face, sniffling. 
I waited and waited. It was an eternal wait, looking up every time I heard the doors opening and a doctor calling the family of their patient. It was a torture, hearing people sighing relieved after receiving good news and others crying in agony after receiving bad news. And I couldn't help but wonder what would be mine. Good news or bad ones? If I receive bad news, what should I do? What is the process? I should call her family, right? What are they going to do then? What am I going to do? 
“Family of Violet Sinclair?”
I looked up gasping, getting up fast and walking towards the man that called me. He is young, probably just the extra help or a resident of surgery that takes care of talking with the family. 
“I'm her boyfriend” I mumbled, nervously. “H-how is she?” Is she…?”
“She's alive” he said, nodding. “When she came, she had multiple broken ribs  and some of them punctured her right lung. Thankfully, we managed to fix it as well as the dislocated shoulder” he explained, making me sigh relieved and feeling a weight leaving my shoulders. “She's stable, but we had to induce her on a coma due to the damage in her head, so we expect her to heal on her own but she will wake up probably in a week”
A week. A whole week.
“Thank you” I nodded, swallowing the sob that wanted to escape. “Thank you so much, doctor. I owe you everything”
“We will send her to the ICU, you can visit her as soon as she's installed there” he said. 
“What… What can I do to help her heal? Is there a way?” I asked. 
“Talk with her” he smiled weakly. “They say that patients in coma can hear us. Talking with her and making her know that you are there with her will make her heal, I'm sure”
I swallow thickly and nod, feeling a wave of so many emotions hitting me. Relief, happiness, nervousness. I took a deep breath and walked away towards Max and Pietra, but looking at the family that received bad news recently.
“Well? How did it go?” Max asked worriedly.
“She's alive” I whisper, sighing with relief. “But in a coma”
“Oh, fuck…” Pietra sighed, biting her nails. “And then? What are you going to do?”
“Well, I'm going to stay with her” I said without doubting it. “I have to call my parents and tell them to go on the trip without us. And I have to grab some clean clothes for her… Oh, and reserve her a VIP, I really don't want fans around if there are rumors”
“I'll go grab her clothes” Pietra said. *Don't worry about it. Stay with her”
“I highly doubt that your family will go on the trip knowing what happened, Lando” Max sighed. 
“I know” I sighed. “I know, I know…”
I took a deep breath and closed. For a moment I thought I lost her forever. For a moment I thought I lost everything before even having it. And this made me realize how much Violet means to me, more than I thought. She is my present and my future, the person that owes my heart, the one that is my other half. And I can't live without it, I can't live without Violet.
“Look, they are taking her to the ICU” Max said, patting my knee and making me look up. “Go with her, okay?”
I nodded and stood up, taking a deep breath and looking at them. I immediately hugged them tightly, taking a deep breath, and both of them hugged me even more tightly. 
“Everything is going to be okay, yeah?” Max whispered. “Be strong for her, she will need it”
I took a deep breath and nodded, hiding my face on his neck and then I pulled away. They looked at me with a sad smile and red eyes filled with tears. Never in my life I imagined we could experience something like this.
“Give me the key to her apartment” Pietra said. “I’ll grab clothes for her and then we'll come back, okay?”
“You don't have to” I sighed. “Come tomorrow morning, yeah? You don't have to spend the night here, I'll do it”
They smiled weakly and nodded. I grabbed the keys from the pocket of my hoodie and handed them to Pietra. I don't even remember when I put them in there, probably it was without knowing it.
I watched them walk away, Max wrapping his arm around Pietra while they talked in whispers. I owe them everything for taking me here, for making sure I didn't break down.
“We took Miss Sinclair to the ICU” the doctor that talked with me earlier said behind me. “You can go with her. This way”
I looked at the young man, walking behind him as he guided me to the ICU. But before he opened the doors, he turned around and looked at me.
“I have to warn you” he said, smiling weakly. “What you will see might scare you. The ICU is not quiet at all, there are machines making sounds all the time. She has wires on her chest so we can rate her heartbeat, so you'll hear it. There's a tube in her mouth so the machine can breathe for her while she's unconscious. We put a cervical collar around her neck because of the hit she had in the crash. Her face is bruised and with cuts. But the most important thing is that she is alright, okay?”
“Y-yeah” I nodded, swallowing thickly and feeling how every word he said about her condition made my heart break more and more. “Thank you”
He smiled weakly and nodded, opening the door and guiding me to the box where she stays. 
I tried to not gasp, to not scream broken when I saw her. This was something I never wanted to see before. And unfortunately here I am, watching the love of my life connected to machines that are keeping her alive while I hear her heartbeat and her breathing.
“I'll leave you two alone” the doctor said. “If you want, I can ask the nurses to bring you a blanket so you can stay the night with her”
I couldn't talk, so I nodded. He walked out of the box, leaving us alone. 
“Oh, Violet…” I mumble, grabbing the chair and placing it next to her bed. “My beautiful, beautiful Violet…”
I tried so hard to not let the need to cry win. I tried so hard on keeping the tears back in my eyes. But it's so hard, and I’m so tired. 
“How” I whisper, feeling my voice cracking as I speak, barely watching my hand holding hers because of the tears blurring my eyes. “How could something like this happen to you? Who did this to you, love… Why you?”
I took a deep breath and brought her hand to my lips, letting the tears flow. 
I promised her I would always come back after every race, that I would be safe and go back to her. But karma is so unfair and what she was scared of what could happen to me, it happened to her. 
“I'm here now, baby” I whisper, pressing soft kisses on her hand. “If you hear me, don’t be afriad, okay? I'm here. Everything is okay, we can get through this. I will stay here, waiting to see your beautiful eyes opening again and then after that I will take care of you, I don't care if I have to miss some races. I will never leave your side, you come first, always. You are my first priority”
What should I do now? I have to call my family and tell them what happened… Would Violet want me to call her family? She told me they only care about her when they need her… Should I call Zak and tell him that I doubt I'll be ready for the first race after the summer break? And the fans… I'm sure they made edits if the stream, of how I answered the call and how I ended it abruptly.
“God… I think we are going to be trending topic” I sighed rubbing my forehead. “What should I do? I'm sure there are going to be news of the crash and they would recognize my car, should I tsay something about it? I'm so lost without you, Violet… You are the brain of the two of us. The smart one.”
Someone, help me get out of this nightmare. 
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Day 5 of Kinktober: Getting Caught With Maverick
pairing: pete ‘maverick’ mitchell x fem!reader
warning: protected sex, making out
A/N: this is going to be based on top gun 1 not the new one.
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Y/N’s POV
We met a few months ago at a bar that the Navy goes to frequently. When Maverick found out I’m my dad’s daughter, he felt disgusted on seeing a picture of me on my dad’s desk one day. We’ve been sneaking around for a while now and my biggest fear is my dad finding out.
Maverick would pick me up from dance class and the dance teacher would tell him that he’s distracting the class, but the girls in the class would be giggling about it. One of my friends gets suspicious on what’s going on, so I lie about it. I told her that my dad told him to pick me up from dance but he wants me to go to the beach, or going somewhere private.
One night, I spend the night at Maverick’s apartment even though I told my parents that I’m staying with one of my friends. We talked about our personal lives and how Maverick became a pilot.
“Never knew that Viper is your dad.” He drinks his liquor.
“Yeah but, he’s so protective of me, I don’t even know that he’s going to kill me or you.” I said.
“I already know, he’s not going to kill his baby girl, he’s going to kill me within seconds.” He touches my left cheek.
I giggle.
“I love you Mav.” I touch his hand that’s on my cheek.
He just looks at me in lust, he leans into me to kiss my lips, I grab his cheeks to make him lay on top of me. We lay on the carpet to kiss each other. I try to take his shirt off but he stops me. I stop kissing him to look at him confused.
“What’s wrong?” I said touch his cheek.
“You want to go in the bedroom and continue this?” He smirks.
“If that’s what you want to do Mav.” I make us do nose-to-nose.
He gets on this knees and pulls me into his lap, I wrap my legs around his waist, to make him pick me up and took me to his bedroom. He lays me down to the edge of the bed, he takes off his shirt, I unbuckle his belt, he wraps his arms around my body and picks me up to go to end of the bed, which feels so comfortable.
“Mav, are you sure about this? I’m afraid that my dad might check up on you and sees us.” I stop him who’s about to kiss me.
“We just have to be quiet Y/N/N.” He whispers in my ear.
He kisses me again, I tug on his hair which made him moan in my neck, it made me giggle. He stops us from our session to get a condom from his nightstand and he begins to make love to me, I gasp and I scratch his back which made him go faster. I try to be quiet but Pete kept on fucking me too hard, I scream in his neck so it can be muffled. I can’t help it but scream his name, it feels so good I don’t want him to stop. Maverick puts his hand over my mouth so hopefully no one hears me. Fuck! He’s so good at this.
After a while, we lay on the bed heavy breathing. I never been fucked this good ever in my life. He takes the condom off of him.
“Mav, I can’t believe we did this.” I said still heavy breathing looking at him.
“I can’t believe it either, I love you Y/N/N.” He looks at me putting his hand on my cheek again.
“I love you more Maverick.” I smile at him.
2 WEEKS LATER
After a couple weeks later, we made a deal if I’m at the Navel Base we have to pretend that we don’t know each other, which is going to be hard.
One day while I was at school, Maverick picks me up to go somewhere but he said to the front desk people that he’s my cousin picking me up. God he’s really good at pretending. We go to the beach walking around and he kisses me like we were dating for years.
When I got back home, I see my dad pretty pissed about something.
“What’s wrong dad?” I said getting my backpack off my shoulders.
“Oh, it’s from work, a couple of my students was playing around in the air, you know, getting into a F-14 and acted like cowboys in the air.” He says looking at me with papers on the table.
“Who was it?” I question.
“These new pilots, Maverick and Goose.” He said looking down at one of his papers again.
I hide my emotions, fucking Maverick.
“I have homework to do.” I try to change the subject.
“In what?” He looks at me.
“In American History, Geometry, and Photojournalism.” I said.
“My god, what’s the Photojournalism homework about?” He says.
“I have to interview on anyone who’s in anything, like you being a pilot at the Navel Base.” I said to him.
“Do you want to come to the Navel Base with me if any of my coworkers or students wants to be interviewed?” He suggested.
“Sure, if that’s okay with you?” I said to him.
“Yeah it’s fine but I need to tell someone at the Navel Base about this and do you have to get a permission slip to do this?” He said.
“Yeah, I have it in my bag.” I get my bag in a chair near my dad’s desk and gave it to him.
He signs the permission slip and I put it in my bag so I can give it to my teacher.
“Thank you dad!” I kiss his cheek.
I walk away with my backpack and my dad says behind me, “Do your homework!”
“I’ll be upstairs.” I said back.
It’s been 2 hours since I started my geometry homework, my teacher gave me to do, it is so hard and frustrating!
I hear pebbles on my window I go see what or who it is. It’s Maverick. I open my window quietly.
“What’re doing here?” I whisper yell at him.
“Came to see you.” He whispers.
“My dad is downstairs and he’ll actually kill you.” I whisper at him.
“I’ll be quick.” He smirks.
“Mav- I have homework to do and I don’t have the time to talk to you.” I said.
“I just wanted to give you this.” He kisses my lips.
“We’ll talk more sometime soon okay, I have a lot of work to do okay?” I whisper in his ear.
“Fine. You want me to pick you up at school again?” He smirks.
“I’m scared that the school will call my dad about me being absent from school and I’ll get in trouble.” I whisper in his ear.
“Fine. I just wanted to see you baby.” He whispers in my ear and climbs out of room.
I close the window and lock it and I go back to my homework. My dad doesn’t check up on me until dinner time was ready.
I eventually went to my Photojournalism teacher and she gave me a slip to give my teachers so they know I’m at my dad’s work. My dad told his coworkers that I’m going to interview anyone at the Navel Base and they all agreed on it.
My dad drove me to his work and I kinda get nervous, Maverick will be terrified if he gets anywhere near me when my dad is around. My dad and I go to his office and his coworkers tell me that they haven’t seen me in years. One man said that he hasn’t seen me since I was 9, god that long ago? When I went into my dad’s office, some pilots looked at me like they never saw me before, even though I met some at the bar when Maverick and I met.
“Y/N. Come with me.” I hear and it’s my dad.
I follow him to one of the classrooms, Pete is in there. I try to keep myself calm and went in with my dad. Maverick notices me but kept his facial expression the same.
“This is my daughter, Y/N, she’s needs someone to interview and I was thinking maybe one of you could offer the interview.” My dad says and a bunch of the pilots raise their hands.
I choose Maverick, I can tell he’s excited but kept that expression that he had when I entered the room.
My dad and his some of his coworkers made us go into an interview room. I notice there’s a camera, fuck! Now I’m just scared about what’s going to happen.
“So, Maverick? I have questions for you, if that’s okay?” I said in a voice that Pete has never heard before but went with it.
“Yeah, um, what’s the questions?” He said getting comfortable in the seat.
“I have a lot but if you want me to say a few questions you can tell me.” I look at the paper of questions and then back at Pete.
“You can ask them all to me.” He smirks, that fucking smirk from the night a few weeks ago.
“Alright, um, when did you decide you wanted to be a pilot?” I ask.
“I was about, 12 years old when I wanted to be one, I became obsessed with planes and on what happens to the planes, you know?” He says.
I write down what he said to me and asked him more questions and wrote them down as well. When we were done with the interview my dad took us out of the interview room and he said that mom is going to pick me up.
While I was waiting for my mom to pick me up, Maverick comes up behind me and hugs me.
“Maverick, you know that my dad will kill you.” I said to him.
“He told me to stay outside with you until your mom gets here.” He whispers in my ear.
“Are you telling me the truth?” I look up at him.
“I’m telling you the truth, he wanted me to stay out here and why didn’t you tell me that you were coming out here?” He looks down at me.
“Remember what our promise was? We can’t act like we know each other if I come out here.” I said making his arms release from me.
“You know I can’t remember that bullshit.” He sighs.
“Mav- I’m scared my dad might find out about us.” I said.
He looks at me with an expression that says ‘I’m sorry.’ I know he forgets about things, but I don’t want my dad to find out about us.
My mom picks me up and Pete opens the door for me and my mom and I drove off. I told her what I did at the Navel Base.
“That guy who opened the door for you, is he one of your dad’s students?” She said keeping her eyes on the road.
“Yeah, I interviewed him and I got good answers from him. Dad wanted him to be with me when you were picking me up.” I said to her.
“I think that’s the guy who was doing stupid things in the air.” She says.
“I believe so. I really don’t know, I think it is.” I said to her. Trying to cover my ass.
“Those are the type of men that I’m afraid of you dating with.” My mom says.
Oh god.
When I got back from school, I had to go up in front of the class and say who I interviewed and what we talked about. I did what I was told. Eventually I got an A on the interview and I’m so happy! I told my parents and they obviously were so proud of me, including my siblings.
I told Pete about it, he was so happy for me. He kisses me, which I miss so much. He wanted to celebrate me with the good grade so we had a little dinner at his apartment.
“I never knew that Mel’s had a good burger.” I said wiping my some food off my lips.
“I eat there all the time with Goose.” Pete says about to eat a fry.
I chuckle.
“I can’t believe that I got an A on that assignment, I thought it was going to be a, maybe a B-.” I said.
“Don’t say that Y/N/N, I think the reason why you got an A because of me.” He smirks.
I throw a fry at him playfully. He laughs at me.
“No wonder, I chose you Mav.” I giggle.
“Did you show a picture of me?” He says about to drink his drink.
“No, I wasn’t allowed, my teacher made me just talk about the interview.” I said.
“That’s kinda dumb.” He said.
“Most of the kids in the class are my friends and they personally know my dad so, they might tell him that they saw us together.” I made a good point.
“That’s a good reason.” He eats his burger again.
“Told you.” I said and Pete laughs.
“I’m stuffed, how about you?” He said lightly throws his napkin on the plate he has.
“Yeah I am.” I said.
“Can I clean the dishes for you?” I said grabbing my plate.
“Let me do it Y/N/N.” He takes my plate away from me.
“No let me do it, I have siblings, I do their dishes all the time.” I said grabbing my plate out of Pete’s hand.
“Fine. Tell me if you need help, okay?” He said giving me his plate.
“I will.” I said walking to his sink and started to clean the dishes.
I feel arms wrapping around my waist, I giggle. Maverick tries to help me but I try to stop him.
“Mav I got it.” I keep on trying to get him away from the dishes.
“You’re doing it wrong babe.” He wraps his arms around my body to try to kiss me.
I look up at him and kisses his lips. He moans in the kiss, I kinda giggle in the kiss. I turn around to face him to kiss him better.
“I love you Y/N/N.” He whispers in my ear.
“Make love to me pilot.” I wrap my arms around his neck.
He looks at me, he picks me up to put me on the counter. I wrap my legs around his waist and set my hands on his neck. Those innocent eyes looking into mine, I kiss him, we began to make out, he takes me to his couch. I still have my legs wrapped around him. He stops kissing me to do nose to nose, he makes me so happy it’s insane.
After making out on the couch he takes us to his bedroom. We made love differently this time, he gave me love bites, I gave him some love bites as well. He takes us to the nearest wall and he fucks me on the wall, which is so different from our fuck sessions.
We hear the doorbell rings so Maverick put a robe on and checked who it is, it’s my dad. Fuck!
“Have you seen Y/N?” My dad says.
“No I haven’t, I think she’s at one of her friend’s house.” Maverick says.
I run to his closet and shut the door, oh god! I can’t believe that my dad is trying to find me.
“Why is there two cups on your coffee table?” My dad says.
I whimper.
I hear walking around the apartment and I put my hands on my mouth to make me quiet. I see my dad in the cracks in the closet door. My dad approaches the door and opens the door and sees me naked.
“Maverick!” My dad screams.
I see Pete’s face, he looks terrified.
“Y/N-.” My dad looks pissed.
“It’s not what it looks like.” I said whimpering.
“It looks like my daughter naked in one of my students closet!” My dad yells.
I want to disintegrate right here, right now.
My dad looks at Pete and I, looking defeated.
“How long has this been going on?” My dad says to me.
“A few months ago.” I confess.
“A few months ago!” My dad said.
I try to cover myself with one of Pete’s shirts and my dad looks at Pete.
“My office at 8 AM and Y/N! When you get home, you’re going to be punished as well!” My dad talk yells at us.
When my dad leaves Pete’s apartment Pete and I looks mortified.
“I’m sorry Mav, I know that you being a pilot is important to you.” I walk over to wrap my arms around his neck.
“I think the most important thing right now in my life is you.” He softly rubs my right arm.
“I love you, if my dad is going to make you leave the Navel Base, I’ll leave with you.” I said.
“Y/N/N, you can’t leave with me.” He said.
“I want to.” I make us do nose to nose.
We stayed like this for a while and I give Pete a peck on his lips.
“I love you Y/N/N.” He says.
“I love you too.” I said.
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Haikyuu!! — you’re his kids teacher
❥ including ; ( timeskip! ) atsumu miya, akaashi keiji, tsukishima kei, iwaizumi hajime
❥ genre ; single dad hq boys, fluff, IWAIZUMI, cute awkward dads :((
❥ notes ; i needed to do this.. desperately
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Atsumu was excited for his little tike’s first day of kindergarten, having prepared the twin girls’ matching backpacks and pigtails beforehand. But upon dropping them off, his jaw nearly touched the floor. There you stood, smiling and beckoning the families in. And even while he stumbled to even speak coherent sentences, you considerately assured him that, “they’ll be fine I promise.” As if he was hardly functioning because of his daughters. He was, yes, but you. Holy crap. Nonetheless he attended every single parent-teacher meeting dressed a little too-nicely to just be coming to listen to his girl’s grades. Every chance he got he’d slip in a little remark about how ‘stunning you looked today’ or that he could ‘always be a helping hand’ if you needed it. He was down bad. “Since you ask so much, would you like to help out in preparing for our Halloween party Mr. Miya?” The question has Atsumu nearly jumping out of his skin in excitement, along with the cute ‘Mr.’ you added as well. “U-uh sure! Whatever you need.” As I said, down bad.
Akaashi would become ultimately flustered, smiling continuously despite his heart beating a thousand miles per hour. He’d always try his hardest to look on-point, or whatever that would appear like when it came to Akaashi. Of course, his more than intelligent daughter would catch on rather quickly to this playful banter that kept up between the two of you. Exchanging rather confused glances towards her smitten father. And as for that one day? Oh Akaashi couldn’t forget. When he’d walked in for a curriculum chat, hand in hand with his little one. Only for her to pad towards you, grabbing your hand to involuntarily lead you to Akaashi who began stammering apologies for interrupting. However the apology cut short when she spoke, “My daddy likes you! He gets pink cheeks when he talks to you!” She exclaims matter-a-factly, face bursting with pride. Akaashi couldn’t have been more embarrassed. “Is that so?” Your reaction earned a hushed squeak from the humiliated dad. And while the raven-haired individual was drowning in those pink cheeks his daughter had talked about, the tap you landed on his shoulder pulled him back to reality. “Don’t worry, we’ll talk later, okay?” Yep, drowning back into those pink cheeks.
Tsukishima has always been quite straightforward as we know, even when he is indeed charmed by his son’s teacher. Thinking this was inappropriate behavior, he attempted to silence the internal screaming every time he spoke to you. Answering with short replies. You reminded him of Yamaguchi in a way, always so friendly despite having to put up with his cold tone. Although his usuals demeanor vanished when he discovered that you’d come down with a cold and had to stay home from school. So, this led to a trip to the convenience store with his eager little helper on a search for medicine. Thank god he’d kept that card with all your info on it in case of emergency. A knock on your door gripped you from your feverish state, the greeting at the door surprised you—and melted your heart all at the same time. Clad in masks, Tsukishima and a mini copy of him lay fully prepared to take care of you. “I heard you were sick so I thought as a parent-” He began, except you cut him off halfway with a weak, “Thank you.” Pretty eyes filled with stars gazing up at him left the blonde utterly speechless. Nonetheless they did take care of you that evening, laughing at how adamant his son was about reading you a bedtime story, and getting the opportunity to see Tsuki’s soft side. Lucky you.
Iwaizumi honestly shouldn’t be worried about winning you over or getting your attention. If anything, you should be wanting his attention. I mean, the whole package is right there? You have to be blind to not see how attractive this man is. It’d be entertaining at orientation to see all the mothers hawking at this handsome masterpiece. Especially with his heart already belonging to you. He tries denying it, really. Not wanting to make the same mistake and put his somewhat calmed life with his little girl in jeopardy by catching feelings. But on that day he found you comfortably working at a cafe he frequented, he found himself purchasing a coffee and slipping into the extra chair beside you. “Huh..? Oh.. Iwaizumi, didn’t expect to see you here.” Your focus flickered upward to him, casting a small smile. “Working on weekends then?” He tutted, taking a sip from the cardboard cup. It was hard to ignore his muscular hand when he held the coffee cup. And when he stretched. Almost as if he wants you to notice. Or perhaps it could’ve been a misunderstanding. Whatever it was, it worked—and coffee shop dates meet-ups became a bit of a routine for the both of you to catch up. Or maybe something more..?
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My Girl [Chapter 17][Jake "Hangman" Seresin x OC]
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Summary: Jake Seresin could be the answer to all of your dating woes. He’s the full package: steady job, mature, dependable, attractive to a fault. The polar opposite of every guy your age and he’s everything you’ve ever wanted in a partner. But there’s one roadblock: he’s a single father to four-year-old Ellie. Jake is looking for a level of commitment you’re not quite sure you’re ready to give, and he’s not willing to bring someone into his daughter’s life who isn’t there for the long haul. And even if you are stepmom material, is Jake ready to let someone back in his life while still mourning the recent loss of his late wife? 
Pairing: Jake “Hangman” Seresin x OC [Lawyer Natalie West]
WC: 3.2K
Warning: Age gap, cursing, smut
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No matter how many mornings you spent together, waking up in Jake’s arms felt like a dream that you hoped to never end. 
The three of you had created an easy routine. Jake woke up early and got Ellie dressed. You helped make her breakfast while he showered and packed her backpack, and the three of you would hang out in the kitchen for a few minutes, the adults sipping coffee, before he loaded up the Range Rover and drove Ellie to daycare as you went to your new office on the other side of town. 
At night, you and Ellie would sit at the kitchen island talking and playing games while Jake cooked dinner. After Ellie was asleep, Jake would rub your feet as you drank a glass of wine and watched TV together, or he’d sit with you while you took a bath and tell you about his day. And the nights always ended the same: with Jake murmuring quietly in your ear, his hand pressed against your mouth, as he filled you up, stifling your moans with his lips as he pushed into you against the mattress, feeling you shake around him. You’d fall asleep in his arms — warm, content, happy. 
And then the morning would come, and you got to do it all over again. 
So when three weeks passed and Bradley and Cassie offered to take Ellie out for a zoo day and lunch, you were surprised to feel Jake step behind you as you rinsed berries at the kitchen sink, his mouth nuzzled against your shoulder. 
“Hey honey,” he whispered softly, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, and you dropped the colander with the berries, sinking into his embrace.
“Hi,” you murmured, closing your eyes and tipping your head back so it landed on Jake’s shoulder. That opened up your neck and Jake leaned forward, pressing his lips against the side of your neck forcing a moan out of your mouth. The sound alone made him hard, and you felt him grinding against your ass, pushing you into the counter beneath the sink. 
“Fuck,” he muttered, fingers slowly untying the thin robe you were wearing until all he was touching was your blazing skin. “Need you now, baby.” 
“Oh yeah?” you taunted, slipping off the robe and grinding your bare ass back against him. Jake whined at the contact, his fingers coming out and grabbing your hips tightly, pressing bruises against your delicate skin. 
“Yeah,” he choked out and then his arms were gone. You turned around halfway, about to complain that he was leaving, when you saw that Jake had a grin on his face as he yanked off his pajama shorts and t-shirt, cock hard and straight as he stepped closer, pressing his warm body against yours, his lips back on your neck. “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” he whispered against your skin. 
“Jake,” you moaned, reaching one hand around and threading it into his hair. “Fuck me, please.” 
“Yes, ma’am,” he murmured, dipping his fingers between your legs, nudging them open as he trailed around your slit, gathering the wetness and circling your clit, causing you to bend forward, head on your forearms resting against the edge of the sink. Jake grunted behind you as your ass brushed his hard cock, and he plunged his fingers into you without warning, causing you to cry out. 
“Jake!” 
“I got you, baby,” he whispered, trailing kisses along your spine as he pumped his fingers into you quickly, curling upward. You started to pant and Jake pulled his fingers out just as you felt an orgasm building. 
“Hey!” you argued, only to be met with the tip of Jake’s cock nudging your entrance. 
“Bend over for me baby.” Jake’s hands shifted your thighs further apart before he pressed down on your back until you were at a ninety degree angle over the sink, and he leaned forward, sliding inside of you in one long motion. “Shit, Nat,” he groaned, his fingers tight against your hips. “Feel so fucking good baby girl.” 
“God, fuck,” you whined as Jake pulled out and slammed back into you, forcing moans to fall out of your mouth in waves. “Yes, Jake, please, yes!” 
He fucked into you hard, as your bare breasts swung against the cool edge of the granite around the lip of the sink, fingers trembling on the counter where you could find purchase. Behind you, Jake ran his hands all over your body until he reached up, gathering your hair into a pony and yanking you to standing so your back was pressed against his chest. “Fuck,” he growled, moving his hands from your hair to your chest, one wrapped around your waist, the other circling your entire breast and squeezing. “Such a good girl taking this cock.” He pressed upward, fucking into you deep and you screamed in pleasure. 
“Jake,” you moaned, your fingers reaching around and brushing his thighs as he worked into you, his fingers squeezing tightly over your nipple. Your breath was ragged already. “Harder!” 
To your shock, Jake dropped his arms and pulled out from inside of you. You barely had time to pout before he was spinning you around, pulling you into his arms and carrying you to the kitchen table, where he laid you down gently on your back. “Be a good girl for me, sweetheart,” he murmured, sliding his cock along your folds as you writhed in anticipation on the table.
“I’ll be good, daddy,” you begged and Jake groaned, thrusting himself inside your drenched cunt. 
“Yeah, honey?” he asked, grabbing your legs and bringing them up until your feet were on his shoulders. Jake leaned forward and kissed a trail across your ankle as he simultaneously rolled his hips, pressing his cock deeper inside of you. “Such a sweet girl.” 
“Please, daddy,” you moaned, Jake’s fingers gripping your thighs now, holding you close, forcing his cock impossibly deeper inside of you. “Want to feel you cum inside of me.” 
“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, squeezing your thighs. You opened your eyes, watching Jake. His bare chest was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, and he had his eyes trained on yours. “Touch yourself for me, baby,” he whispered. “Want to watch your face as you cum all over my cock, sweet girl.” 
You reached one hand down and used two fingers to circle your clit, moaning instantly at the feeling of the stimulation in conjunction with Jake’s cock filling you from the inside, pressing against your walls. Jake’s mouth hung open as he watched your fingers speed up, pressing hard circles into your sensitive bud, a string of deep moans exiting your mouth, forcing Jake to press even faster inside of you. “Jake!” you screamed, your free hand reaching out to grip the side of the table. “Shit, Jake, please, please, please let me cum!” 
“Cum for me, sweetheart,” he said and with his permission you pressed down harder on your clit, orgasm crashing over your body until you were shuddering beneath Jake as his grip intensified on your ankles, his cock drilling into you as you clenched down around him. “Fuck, Nat! Feel so fucking tight on me. God, baby, you’re so perfect. I love you so much.” 
You were sobbing, tears streaming down your face as Jake’s thrusts became sloppy. 
“Shit, baby,” he groaned, both hands having migrated down to your hips, tugging you off the end of the table, the sound of skin slapping echoing in the kitchen. 
You felt the waves of your orgasms still coursing through you, Jake’s intense thrusts keeping the pleasure alive, and you weren’t sure what came over you as you moaned, “Make me a mommy, Jake. Cum in me.” 
Jake’s eyes flew open, locking on yours, as a moan ripped its way out of his throat, and with one final thrust he filled you, fingers finally loosening on your hips as he fell on top of you, panting, sweaty skin sticking to yours. 
When Jake finally regained his ability to speak, he righted himself and pulled out slowly. 
“What did you say?” he asked cautiously. 
You sat up on the edge of the table, covering yourself self consciously. “It was the heat of the moment,” you said quietly. 
Jake shook his head, fitting himself between your legs. “So you didn’t mean it?” 
You were scared to admit that you had meant it. It wasn’t the right time or the right place to tell him, but you had thought about it. You knew Jake wanted more kids. But you had never spoken to Jake about it, not really. Why did you think mid-orgasm was a good time to bring it up? “I, uh …” you trailed off. 
Jake reached up one strong hand, cupping your chin lovingly, wiping away the remnants of your tears. “If you meant it, I’m in,” he whispered. “Don’t have to ask me twice.” 
“Really?” you asked. “It’s not too soon?” 
“Honey,” he whispered, fingers stroking over your cheek. “I am so desperately in love with you. I can’t think of anything I want more than to have a baby with you. Give Ellie a little brother or sister. Fill this house with laughing, playing kids. Spend the rest of my life rolling my eyes with you over the top of the fridge door and wrapping Christmas gifts from Santa at three in the morning and taking turns driving carpool.” 
It was all you wanted. And you were finally ready to let yourself have it. 
You slid your legs around Jake’s waist, drawing him in closer and smiling. “Well then, lieutenant. Guess we have our mission orders. Please proceed.” 
Jake chuckled as you pressed your lips to his, dropping your hand to his cock, feeling him stiffen again in your palm as you leaned back against the table and guided him inside of you. “Shit,” Jake whispered, his arms wrapping around you, pulling you in tightly, his lips brushing your ear. “How do you fit me so perfectly? Feels like you were made for me, sweetheart. Can’t wait to put a baby inside of you.” 
You smiled into his shoulder. “I love you,” you whispered as Jake thrust slowly inside of you. It was the first time you realized the two of you were in this together. You were going to start a family. 
He was all yours. Forever. 
***
“Happy Birthday to you.” 
Ellie grinned as you and Jake carried the funfetti cake over to where she sat at the end of the table. 
“Happy Birthday to you.” 
The dagger squad stood huddled around Ellie, their eyes lit from the flame of the five candles on the cake as you and Jake set it down gently in front of her. 
“Happy Birthday dear Ellie.” 
You looked over at Jake. His eyes were trained on Ellie, the smile stretching across his entire face, one of his hands resting on the back of her chair. 
“Happy Birthday to you.” 
The squad cheered and Ellie’s face lit up. You leaned in close. 
“Blow out the candles, honey,” you whispered and she smiled, sucking in a deep breath before blowing hard, catching all five candles, plunging the room into darkness. Someone hit the lights and everyone clapped and Jake leaned over, kissing the top of her head. 
“Great job, peanut!” he said. “Alright, let’s dive into this cake.” 
You stood up and grabbed the small plates, dividing the cake into slices and handing them out to the team. Bob and Phoenix sat at the far end of the table, laughing at a joke. Coyote and Payback sat next to Bradley, who had his arm wrapped around Cassie’s shoulders. Fanboy was helping to dish out the cake slices while Jake scooped ice cream onto Ellie’s plate as she giggled. 
“Thanks for coming back for this,” you murmured to Cassie, taking the seat next to her. 
She smiled at you, setting down her spoon. “Wouldn’t miss it.” 
Cassie and Bradley had been doing long distance for three months, but you had truly never seen your cousin look happier. 
“Besides,” she said, leaning toward you and dropping her voice into a whisper. “We have some news.” 
Your eyes widened and you immediately looked down at her bare left hand. She caught your gaze instantly and swatted at your arm playfully. 
“Not that,” she groaned, rolling her eyes. Bradley’s fingers instinctively curled tighter on her shoulder, even as he kept his body angled toward Payback as the two were deep in conversation. “But, we agreed that if we’re going to do this we should give it a real shot. So, I’m transferring to the firm’s San Diego office.” 
You could barely contain a squeal, throwing your arms around Cassie and she laughed into your hair before pulling back. Behind her, Bradley grinned. “She told you?” 
You leaned over and slapped his arm. “How could you keep this from us?” 
“Keep what?” Phoenix called from the other side of the table. 
“Cassie’s moving here!” You couldn’t keep down your excitement. 
“Yay, Aunt Cassie!” Ellie cheered and you smiled. She had taken to calling them Aunt Cassie and Uncle Bradley and you secretly loved it. 
Bradley stood up from his seat and made his way over to Ellie, pulling her out of her chair and swinging her into his arms. He tickled underneath her arms as she giggled. “Maybe you can come spend the weekend with us, pumpkin,” he said. “Keep celebrating your birthday all weekend long.” 
“Yes!” Ellie shouted and you laughed. Bradley set her down and instead of returning to her chair, she rushed toward the end of the table, tapping Bob on the shoulder. He scooted back in his chair and pulled her onto his lap. She leaned forward and ate a bite of his cake, before turning in his arms and whispering in his ear. 
Bob chuckled and kissed the top of her head as she laid back against his chest. 
“Swapping secrets, Floyd?” Payback asked. 
Ellie whispered in Bob’s ear again and he smiled down at her. She grinned from where she sat with his arms around her middle. “Ellie wanted me to tell you guys what she wished for when she blew out the candles.” 
Bob looked at you and Jake. 
“A sibling.” 
Your jaw dropped open. You looked at Jake who looked equally stunned. Meanwhile, Bradley broke out into a raucous laugh, along with Payback and Fanboy. Even Phoenix had to hide the grin on her face behind her wine glass. 
Jake circled the table and crouched down next to Ellie. “That’s really what you want for your birthday, sweetheart?” he asked softly. 
She nodded excitedly. “I want a baby brother!” 
Jake looked up at you with a knowing grin. “Well, Natalie and I will have to discuss that, sweetie,” he replied. “Won’t we, Nat?” 
You gave him a smile and a small nod. “We will.” 
For a second, you could almost blur out the team in the background. It was just you and Jake, staring at each other from across the room. 
And then Bradley’s groan snapped you out of it. “God, get a room,” he complained and you laughed. 
Later, once everyone had gone home and everything was clean, you filled a wine glass and made your way outside to the porch. Jake sat with Ellie on his lap on a rocking chair, the two of them fast asleep. Ellie had her legs straddling Jake’s waist, her head turned to the side on his chest. His fingers lay limp around her sides, falling on his thighs, and there were light snores coming out of his mouth.
You leaned against the railing, taking a sip of wine and gazing at them. 
Watching Jake with Ellie made your heart swell. It was funny to think that just over a year ago, you were stopping to chat with a random guy in an aisle at the grocery store. Giving him your number, thinking he would never call. 
Now here you were, settling into a life. Thinking about having a baby and expanding your little family from three people into four. 
A year ago, you had been terrified to meet Ellie. You thought settling down with a guy like Jake would be a death sentence to your youth. That you’d never be able to live up the ghost of the woman he had lost. What you hadn’t realized was it was never a competition. Lizzie wasn’t your enemy. She had given you the best gift in the world. You owed her everything you had, and then some. 
Jake’s snoring stopped, and you watched one of his eyes open gently, taking in his surroundings. He spotted you immediately, a slow and sleepy smile taking over his handsome face. 
“Hi,” he mouthed and you smiled back. 
Jake’s hands rubbed small circles on Ellie’s back as she roused in his arms. Finally, she sat up, wiping at her little eyes with her fists. 
“Come on, peanut,” he murmured. “Time to go to bed.” 
She nodded and Jake stood carefully, Ellie sagging in his arms. You followed them upstairs where he helped her brush her teeth and change into pajamas before settling into her pink princess bed. The two of you knelt next to the bed, tucking her in. 
“Did you have a good birthday, honey?” you asked softly. 
“Yes, mama,” she replied and you looked up at Jake with shock. He looked back at you with equal amounts of surprise. 
“Ellie, honey,” you said, leaning forward. “You don’t have to call me that if you don’t want to. You can just call me Nat or Natalie or a nickname.” 
She shook her head, blonde curls smashed against the pillowcase. “You’re my mama,” she said, sitting up. Ellie pointed at the small picture frame next to her bed, the photo of her and Lizzie. “That’s mommy,” she said, chubby finger aimed at the framed photo. “You’re mama.” 
Tears started to well behind your eyes. You reached out and pressed a kiss to Ellie’s temple as she leaned back against the pillow. “OK, sweetie,” you said softly. “I can be your mama.” 
Ellie smiled and fluttered her eyes closed. You and Jake stood in the doorway, shutting it softly, before turning and walking to the master bedroom. Behind closed doors, you turned to Jake. 
“I promise, I didn’t ask her to call me that,” you said, afraid he was going to turn on you. 
But there was a soft smile stretched across Jake’s face, a few tears glistening in his beautiful green eyes. “Come here,” he said, opening his arms. 
You went to him immediately, losing yourself in his embrace, his hands stroking up and down your back, his lips pressed against the shell of your ear. “Mama suits you,” he murmurrred quietly. 
You leaned back, wrapping your fingers around his neck. “I love you, Jake.” 
His eyes crinkled in the corners. Jake pressed one large hand to your jaw, thumb stroking your cheek lovingly. “Nat, I couldn’t love you more if I tried.” 
A/N: We have one more epilogue-style chapter left y'all!
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sofasoap · 11 months
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Lastochka - Epilogue
Pairing : Nikolai x F!Reader ( OC/Mini MacTavish)
Summary: Family.
Part I , Part II, Interlude,Part III,Part IV,Part V
WARNING: Back to it's crack-ish fic route, with slight mention of PTSD, swearing, Mature theme.
I apologise if any depictions of symptons and military procedures might be incorrect.
Thanks to @homicidal-slvt for planting ideas into my brain. this whole series is all for you :)
My usual thanking @saltofmercury, mother of Mini, for lending me the character :) Please go and check out her fics!
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“Papa, What’s that??”
“That is a C-27J Spartan.” “And and and that one??” 
“That my dear, is a Mi-24 Hind.”
“Papa knows how to fly all of these??” 
“Of course my принцесса. If it flies, Papa knows how to pilot them.”
Your daughter Anya, who is currently sitting on her father’s shoulder, looking down at him with her mouth wide open in awe. 
“If your papa knows how to keep your Ma and uncle Gaz inside the aircraft, that would be wonderful.” You mumbled as you came up beside your husband and daughter. “Oh my lastochka, you are still sour about it years later?”
“You nearly killed your wife that day.” you pouted, latching onto his arm. 
“I fell in love with my wife that day.” he looked down at you, winking as he pulled his aviators down. 
“Uncle uncle uncle poppaaaaaaa!!” Anya started wriggling around and waving as she spotted Ghost’s tall figure, followed by Gaz, Soap and Price. Lifting her off the shoulder with a bit of grunt, Nikolai sets Anya down. As soon as her little feet touched the ground, she ran straight to Ghost, latching onto his leg like a koala. 
“I win. Pay up.” Ghost smirks under his mask. He picks Anya up as she giggles away while he tosses her up high before catching her. 
Soap and Gaz grumbled as they fish out twenty pound notes each.
Gaz gave you a sheepish look, “ We were arguing who Anya’s favourite uncle is. So we thought this is the best way to settle.” You glared at the boys. “By betting money?” Gaz and Soap pointed at each other, ““His idea””.
You rolled your eyes. “Well, going by that, all three of you are losing. She’s going through the Poppa Price phase at the moment. She insists on taking her Poppa Price doll with her everywhere she goes.” pointing at the little backpack Anya has on, you can just see crochet doll Price’s head just peeking out from the opening of the bag. 
Gaz gifted you a whole set of dolls he crocheted when your daughter was born.
“.... Where did you get these made?” You gapped as you picked up the Soap doll, these are really well made, even down to the finest detail of the little scar on his chin. 
“ I made them.” Gaz smiled proudly as he took other dolls out of the bag. Ghost with his mask on and the forehead frown, Price with his signature boonie hat and little cigar in his mouth, Soap with his mohawk, Gaz with his Union Jack cap, Nikolai and his aviator and headset, and there is you too, in a little combat gear. “You need to give me photos of your parents, so I can make them too.” 
Who knows Gaz’s side hobby was knitting and crocheting? Now it make sense the scarf and jumper set he gifted you for your birthday years ago. 
“This is an odd place for a family outing.” Price commented as he came up and gave you a hug and kiss on the cheek, and turned to shake Nikolai’s hand. 
“What can I say, my daughter has inherited her father’s fondness for flying, she insisted us to bring her to the airshow when she saw it advertised on T.V.” you sighed as you looked at three boys playing with Anya. You were blessed to have your team family loving her as much as they have loved you. Few soldiers in their uniform walked past your group, gasping in awe. Taskforce one-four-one has a famous reputation and was well known amongst the military. You can just make out some of them mumblings,
“...isn’t that …Captain Price’s team….”
“Lady Fortuna??”
“... THE famous Lady Fortuna? The one that brought the Russian mafia to their knees?”
What? How did the rumour about your failed mission become a skewed legend? You shivered a bit, not a memory you wanted to recall. You clutch onto your husband’s arm. Sensing your distress, Nikolai pulls you in with his other arm, comforting you silently.
“... and she famously shut the Taskforce one-four-one men up over the chocolate biscuits.”
Oh heaven. The famous chocolate biscuit incident. You groaned as you can feel your husband’s body shaking with suppressed laughter, while Price facepalms, shaking his head. “I SPENT THREE DAYS BAKING THESE BISCUITS FOR THE WHOLE BARRACK, AND WHAT DID YOU BOYS DO??? ATE ALL OF IT?!!!!” 
Gaz and Soap sat on the mess hall dining bench, head bowing down, not daring to look you in the eyes. 
You finally came back to duty after over a year off to recover from your struggle with PTSD, and as appreciation and by popular demands by other soldiers, you baked a huge batch of your famous chocolate biscuit. 
And an hour later after leaving them on the kitchen bench, you discovered there were only a few crumbs and less than a handful left in the tupperware containers. 
You knew who the top two suspects were, and in no time you caught them in the other corner of the mess hall, eating away.
Ghost was watching the whole drama unfold, sipping on his tea. You turn and point your finger at him. “ YOU! I thought you would be the most sensible one, and don’t think you can get away with it! I can see the crumb on your lip!!” Simon quickly wiped his mouth and pulled down his mask, trying to deny any wrongdoing.You were in full lecture mode by the time Price swung by and looking for the biscuit, you dragged him by the shirt, not caring he is your superior, threw him onto the bench to sit with the other three men.
The four of them can see behind you as you yell at them without taking a breath, soldiers hearing there was biscuit but do a quick U-Turn when they see the hellfire that is on full flame.  You gained a second call sign after that, Lady of Hellfire.
“Ma!!!Papa!! Come come!! I wanna go see the planes!!” Anya’s tugging of your hand pulls you out from the memories of the past. Nikolai laughed as he picked his daughter up again and settled her into his arms.
“Alright! Now let’s go and look at that helicopter first… that’s the one Uncle Gaz and your Ma were rolling out from…and Oh that one over there.. That is a goodie too. I took your Ma on a date on that one…” You smiled as you looked at your teammate as they laughed at Nikolai’s conversation with our daughter.
Despite all the ups and downs. You were lucky to have Nikolai and your little Anya, and your brother and adoptive brother and uncle with you.
Makes all the challenges all worth it. 
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принцесса= Princess Thank you to :
@homicidal-slvt,
@roosterr @preciouslittlecreature
@boughhs for sticking with me throughout the whole series. what started off as a joking idea for @homicidal-slvt, turned into a full fledge half crack half serious fic. It was a lot of fun writing it!! I might have two more drabbles for these two coming in next few days. If I can get my brains going :)
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mendessi · 1 year
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iii. the stars
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When the Star appears, you are likely to find yourself feeling inspired. It brings renewed hope and faith and a sense that you are truly blessed by the universe at this time. pairing: joel miller x fem!reader
summary: you're figuring out life after the outbreak but can't stop thinking about what life was like before
word count: 2.5k
warnings: canon typical violence, both pre and post outbreak day (there are flashbacks), mentions of death, fluff?, mentions of sex, insinuation of sex, flashbacks in italics, no use of y/n
author's note: sorry i didn't post yesterday, i underestimated how busy my week would be ):
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You, Joel and Tommy had been camping in the woods after leaving a triage clinic shortly after Outbreak Day. You both had wounds that needed to be tended to, your's worse than his. You still had to wear sling sometimes to manage the pain from your shoulder being dislocated and being shot twice in the arm. It was hard to tell how much time had gone by but you didn't care. You weren't even sure if trying to survive was worth it anymore if this was the world you'd be living in. You didn't know where you were going or what the plan was. Tommy and Joel had explained it to you a million times, however you couldn't pay attention long enough to hear it.
Ever since outbreak day and losing Sarah, you weren't there. You were there physically but your mind was always somewhere else. Joel and Tommy did their best to support you and remind you that they were there, but they knew that the chaos had been a lot on you. You tried to be there for Joel, knowing that he had lost his only child but you were stuck hating yourself for being the reason that she had died.
Joel didn't and never would blame you for what happened. You tried but saving her wasn't a possibility. He knew it was eating you from the inside out and wanted to do anything to make you realize that it wasn't your fault.
"We'll set up here for the night." Tommy said after examining the clearing in the woods. They set their backpacks down and pulled out their sleeping bags and you did the same. "I'll take first watch."
After leaving the triage clinic you were lucky enough to find a camper that had yet to be rummaged through and found enough supplies to last a few weeks and enough sleeping bags for each of you. You didn't know what to grab so Joel packed yours for you.
You lay in the dark, no fire present and turned your back to face them. You pulled the blanket as tightly as you could around your body and stared into the clearing of trees, a shiver running down your spine.
Time passed and eventually you could hear both of the boys snoring. You crawled from your sleeping bag and sat against a tree, pulling your blanket over your chest. Tommy was typically really good at taking watch and never fell asleep, so he must've really needed the rest. You didn't mind taking watch, nothing ever happened when they were sleeping and it was only fair you do your part.
"C'mere." You turned your head to Joel who was holding his sleeping bag open, gesturing for you to join him. A few hours must've passed of you being on watch and you could tell because the moon had changed position in the sky. You grabbed your blanket and snuck into the sleeping bag with him laying on your back and looking up at the stars through the clearing.
"Why are you up?" He asked you. His voice was groggy as he had just woken up.
"My turn for watch." You replied.
"Lay with me." He mumbled into your hair and you could tell he was already falling back asleep. He rolled onto his side and draped his arm across your waist causing you to tense up. The idea of being touched made you uneasy since outbreak day, even by Joel, but you allowed it because you knew that he needed it in order to stay sane. Everyday you questioned why he still wanted to be with you when you had killed his daughter.
You looked up at the night sky with a short sigh and closed your eyes.
"You wanna go camping?" You asked with a laugh.
"Sarah wants to go and I think it'd be fun if you joined." Joel said taking your hand. "One more little trip before she goes back to school."
"If Sarah wants to go that's fine with me." You said. "You're lucky I already took the weekend off."
Joel had came to visit you at work on his lunch break which was a nice occasion because he never had time to see you during the day. He had brought both of you Whataburger which you loved because that was what you had eaten on your first date. Not ideal but the circumstances called for it.
It seemed like the world was against the two of you having your first official date. You had planned for a nice dinner on the lake but a major accident had happened and the ER got slammed so you had to stay late and missed your reservation. He offered to order take out and you'd just watch a movie at his place that way you could meet him after work. However when you finally got off your car wouldn't start and it was almost midnight, but the two of you were determined to make your date happen that night. After weeks of scheduling conflicts you agreed if your date didn't happen that night, it wouldn't happen at all. Joel drove into the city and picked you up and by the time you had gotten close to his place both of you were starving and the only thing open was Whataburger. You ordered a plethora of food and ended up parking by the lake and sitting in the bed of his truck looking at the stars.
That Friday you helped load up the truck and you and The Millers were off to Wimberly, Texas just an hour south of Austin. When you arrived the sun was already beginning to set and the boys were gathering things to make a fire.
You and Sarah sat on the edge of the lake as you and her took turns reading Harry Potter and the Order of the Phoenix to each other, which had just been released a couple of weeks before. You and her were obsessed with the books and they had just started adapting the books to movies which you both loved.
"Look at you two nerds." Tommy said, sitting in front of you and Sarah. He took the book from your hands and put on the most horrible British accent you've ever heard. "'Give her hell from us, Peeves.' The hell is a Peeves?"
Sarah snickered and took the book from him, bookmarking the page you were at, "That's just because we can read and you can't."
You burst into laughter and turned to Joel who was also laughing at his daughter's sassy comment.
"That's all her, she didn't get that attitude from me." Joel pointed at you and you held your hands up in defense.
"Hey, I've only been around for barely a year, don't blame that on me."
"You know we love you, Uncle Tommy." She smiled and shut the book, glancing over at you.
"Sometimes." You nodded.
"Harassment. This is called harassment." Tommy stood up and made his way to his brother as you and Sarah burst into another fit of laughter.
You spent the weekend swimming in the lake, swinging off of the rope and at one point diving off a small cliff. You even had driven into the small town with Sarah and tried on what seemed like a million dresses at a small boutique. You hiked and went canoeing and did pretty much anything you could think of. Each night you sat around the bonfire and read Harry Potter with Sarah and by the end of the weekend you had Tommy hooked despite him not reading any of the books prior. You knew he'd never go back and read the series but he made you both promise that you'd show him the first two movies when you got back into town.
Sarah and Tommy both crawled into their tents on the last night, but you and Joel snuck down to where the truck was parked at the edge of the lake with your blankets and crawled into the bed.
You had brought a copy of The Perks of Being a Wallflower down and were reading it to him. He never listened when you read aloud, he simply stared at you, watching as the words fell from your lips. You could be speaking gibberish, but he just loved to observe you, take in your appearance and wonder how he got lucky to have someone as beautiful as you.
"I'm dating a nerd." He said with a small smile once you finished the chapter and closed the book. He couldn't recall what had just happened in the book, but he'd always remember the way the moon was reflected in your eyes.
"Just because I read doesn't mean I'm a nerd." You said as you both got cozy under the blankets. "Me being a nerd got me through nursing school."
"You're turning my daughter and brother into nerds too." He said, wrapping his arm around your shoulders. You both looked up at the stars that were never this clear due to the light pollution of the city.
"I wish they looked like this in Austin." You said with a sigh. "I'd lay here forever just looking at them."
"Yeah." He wasn't paying attention to the scars, but instead was fixated on you.
"I think that's the big dipper, but I don't know. Maybe I should've brought a book or a guide or something. I will next time." You said, unaware of the fact that he was staring at you with tiniest hint of a smile.
He looked at you as you looked at the stars and something clicked in his head. You were a bookworm, sure, but you were giving and warm. It took you awhile but once you opened up to him you, he saw a completely different side of you. No matter what dark times he had, you always managed to brighten his world. You made Sarah happy and safe and you loved her like your own even though you'd only been together a little less than a year. You'd become an inseparable part of his life and there was nothing more he wanted in the world than you. He knew it for a long time, he just never knew how to say it or if what he felt was even it, but it all fell into place at that moment.
You looked over at him and your cheeks warmed up at the smile he had on his lips, "What are you looking at?"
"I love you," he said for the first time.
You sat up and looked down at him, "What?"
You hadn't meant for that to be your reaction, you just weren't expecting it. You had loved Joel for a long time a couple of months into your relationship and you were waiting for him to say it first. You knew this was his first relationship since Sarah's mom and maybe just maybe he was a little closed off because of it. But you could tell the second he fell hard for you, the second he realized that he might love you. You didn't push him, you just waited til he was ready to say it. You didn't think that'd be now.
"I love you today, tomorrow, next month, next year, I'd love you in the next life if there is one. As long as I live I am yours." He said. His voice was low and his hand was on your thigh as you looked at him. "I love you and maybe it's taken me a little too long to realize it but you're the one I intend to grow old with. My days would not be complete without you."
"Joel," you rested your hand over his, your eyes nearly brimming with tears. Joel was never the sappy type even around you, but listening him put his love into words sounded like the most beautiful thing anyone had ever said. "I love you, too."
"You do?" He asked, but he knew the answer. He knew there was no way you didn't love him.
"Duh." You cupped his cheeks and leaned in to kiss him. His hands gripped your waist and pulled you towards him as he leaned you on to your back sliding his hands up your shirt. "I've been waiting for you to say it." You mumbled against his lips as he smiled and kissed your nose.
That night was your favorite night with Joel Miller. Every second was filled with passion and love and you knew you'd never forget it. The polaroid in your pocket would never let you forget it either. You put your hair into a bun as the both of you walked back towards your camp hand in hand, giggly and shushing each other to try not to wake Sarah and Tommy for they'd definitely know the two of you had just slept together in the bed of the truck.
Everyone would always tell you that since you met Joel he had hung stars in your eyes, but you put the universe in his.
"Joel." You whispered, looking over at him.
"Hm?" His eyes were closed but he still responded.
"Do you still love me?" You asked and his eyes shot open and he sat up quickly.
"Of course I do. Why would you ask that?" He stared down at you in disbelief that you'd even ask that.
You take a few moments to respond as a million thoughts try to leave your mouth at once. The first one that makes it out is, "I'm sorry about, Sarah."
Joel's face softens and you feel bad for bringing her up. Nobody has spoken of her since you buried her in the woods. It's a tough subject for all you, so it's best to pretend that it never happened at all.
"That wasn't your fault, baby. You have to know that." He said, resting his hand on your thigh.
"I don't want to pretend like she never existed." You sit up and look down at your lap.
"We won't. We won't." He said, tilting your chin to look into your eyes.
"She was your daughter and she's not here anymore and I let her die." Your voice cracks as tears start streaming down your face.
"There was nothing you could've done." He said. His hands cupped your cheeks as you looked up at him. "It's just us now. We gotta make this work. We gotta figure it out."
"I know. I know." You nodded.
"I love you and nothin will change that. Not now, not ever." He rested his forehead against yours and shut his eyes, taking a moment to breathe. Finally talking about Sarah was hard on him, but he knew he needed to no matter how much he wanted to keep his feelings bottled up. "Sarah's gone. She was mine but she was also yours. We move day by day until we figure it out and we do it for her."
You nodded your head and he kissed you softly before pulling you into a hug, holding you tightly against his chest as he rocked gently. You clutched the fabric of his shirt as you both lay down under his sleeping bag. You snuggled into his warmth listening to his heartbeat and feeling the rise and fall of his chest, the combination putting you to sleep.
Joel stayed awake to keep watch, but he kept you in his arms. You and Tommy were all he had left. They were gonna fight and do whatever it took to keep you alive and safe. No ifs ands or buts.
So long as you were breathing with a heartbeat, you were his reason for living.
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