#softie: little house tour

[tomssexdoll]

Could you please do tomorrow headcannons like the ones you’ve done for bill recently. 🙏🙏🙏. Love your writing btw- also if you make it can you tag me..

yesss ofc love and ty for the support <3

Relationship headcannons Tom

NSFW MENTIONED!!!!!!!!

2008

You guys first started dating

Brags about you to anyone who will listen

Once you got to know him you realized how much of a softie he really is

He was very confident at first

Spoils you

Quickies behind stage at tours

You love playing with his dreads

Tugging on his braids during sex

2009

Suprised you with the braids

you love them ofc

Loves going on walks with you

Very affectionate

Super protective

Gets jealous easily

Slightly possessive

Hates when you wear skimpy clothing out

Always accompanies you at parties

Will hurt any guy if he has to

Gets you flowers a lot

2010

Takes you on the humanoid tour

Shouts you out in the crowd and brings you up to the stage

Stares at you while he's playing and flirts with you too

Quickie backstage ofc

Loves seeing you in his shirts when you go to sleep

Always gives you his jackets, hoodies, shirts

SUPER flirty

Teases you in public

Leaves hickeys everywhere for everyone to see

Smacks your ass playfully in public

2011

Cuddles are the best

Loves to go to the club with you

Still very protective

Jealousy issues calming down a little

Shows you off in interviews

Talks about you non stop in podcasts

Brings you to practice

Very loving and caring

Will drop everything just to make sure you're ok

Super close, very healthy relationship

2012-2014

Proposes to you finally

The proposal is beautiful, he takes you out to a fancy dinner and he gets the best spot and proposes to you under the stars

Showers you with gifts all the time

Gets you lunch when you're working hard

Loves to give you massages when you're stressed

Learnt how to cook for you

Talking about wanting a family

Cuddes and movies every second night

Partying like there's no tomorrow

Falling pregnant in late 2014 so the baby came after the wedding

2015

The wedding finally happens

The ceremony is beautiful

He smiles like an idiot when he sees you walking down the aisle, crying softly

Does the garter wedding tradition but tries to take your panties off instead

Dances with you sweetly at first

When you get drunk he grinds on you, dancing so sexually

He smashes his lips into yours when the priest declares you husband and wife

also picks you up and spins you around when after the kiss

Can't stop talking about how sexy you were at the wedding

Makes a wedding night sex tape with you LOL

Buying a house together

Baby finally arrives

2016-2019

A lot of renovating

More talks about having a big family

Tom upgrades the nursery

Best father EVER

Spoils you and the kids

Forces Bill to babysit for a couple nights so you guys can spend time together

Sex is amazing and always has been

Still very protective of you and especially your daughter

Fall pregnant again

2020

Find out you're having twins

tom jumps with joy after he finds out

Tells Bill and they are super happy

Tom buys you fresh flowers every week

When he takes the dogs for walks he'll always pick flowers for you

Loves taking your daughter to the park with you even though you're super pregant

Loves you unconditionally

Takes care of you so much during pregnancy and birth

Holds your hand at the hosptal

Sobs and holds the twins in his arms

Loves you for you

Reminds you everyday how beautiful and precious you are

Spoils the kids with junk food when you aren't there

2021-2024

Thinking of another kid

Very happy relationship and super close

Sex is amazing ofc

Buying you flowers every week ofc

Partying here and there

Loves home dates and spending time with you

Some nights he'll fall asleep on your chest

You love playing with his long hair and beard

Beard tickles you when he kisses you

He's careful not to give you carpet burn when eating you out

Loves washing your hair and making you feel relaxed

Runs baths for you to relax after a hard day

He helps with the cooking, cleaning, laundry, etc.

Best present giver

Super affectionate

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[euphoricfilter]

"Here we go, the 3am zoomies..." Yoongi. Hybrid, fluff. -🖤

strawberry ice cream:

pairing: carpenter! yoongi x bunny hybrid! reader

genre: fluff || non-idol au || hybrid au ||

summary: yoongi’s solution to your 3am outbursts always ended in sweet kisses that tasted of sweet coffee and strawberry ice cream.

word count: 1.2k

tags/ warnings: fluff, yoongi being the softy he is <3 reader is a howl’s moving castle enthusiast

notes: prompt from this drabble game!!

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: .☽ . :☆ﾟ. ───

Yoongi knew exactly what he was getting himself into when Namjoon had asked if you could come and stay with him. a new permanent home for you, and a new friend for Yoongi.

because as much as he’d hate to admit it, Yoongi had spent months researching bunny hybrids before he’d even been offered to house you. where he’d been cocooned in blankets of an evening, absorbed into his own little bubble of the internet where he’d be able to learn anything and everything about the life of a bunny hybrid; and what he as a human could do to provide the proper care for your kind.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it wasn’t that he didn’t trust Namjoon to properly take care of you. he knew you’d have a cozy little life with the author, house much bigger than his little apartment where you’d have your own back garden to hop around in, and an owner more than happy to indulge in your strict diet and strange little habits.

it’s just, Yoongi had been enamoured by you minutes after your first introduction and he hadn’t been able to shake the feeling off since. fingers always itching to tease over the base of your ears, fur the prettiest shade of snow white and the cutest little squeak you’d let out when surprised. you were bashful, never too loud though he’d caught onto your little bursts of pent-up energy which would shine through—ever so pretty and ever so perfect, Yoongi couldn’t help the saccharine fondness that slithered its way into his heart.

Namjoon loved you, he truly did, just as much as you loved him back— but with his rise in fame and touring the country for book tours for weeks on end with no sign of this new life fizzling out, he couldn’t be around as much as you needed him to be. and so, the solution; Yoongi.

a solution you hadn’t been upset with, because Yoongi had a habit of spoiling you more than Namjoon did.

the carpenter didn't mind an extra pair of hands around the workshop, endeared when you’d take a catnap on the worn-down couch at the back of room, where your little bunny ears would twitch with every clatter of his tools hitting the work surface or the gentle ding of the bell above the door.

he’d spend most evenings carving out little bunnies that you’d paint of a morning before you helped sweep the floors after lunch— rewarded with a tub of fluffy strawberry ice cream and a coffee-mingled kiss before Yoongi got back to work for the afternoon. both humming along to whatever plays on the radio until the sun sets and you’re wriggling around, always hungry just as the shop is ready to close up for the night.

you’d read on the windowsill, slices of orange sunlight warming your cheeks, often distracted as you simply people watch; giving Yoongi a running commentary on everyone that passes the shop, or how maybe you should one day get a dog together.

“i already have a cute bunny, why would i need a dog?” you hadn’t been able to see his smile with his back turned to you, but you could hear it in his voice.

he’d muffled a laugh, drowned out by the slick noise of chipping wood when he’d seen the strawberry-ice cream pink hue dusting your cheeks.

it had always been a little ironic how much you loved anything that bounced. a little habit Namjoon had left out when making sure Yoongi knew every little detail about you. a habit that took months for him to figure out.

he’d been out grocery shopping, and you’d been so invested in Howl’s Moving Castle, flopped over the couch, he’d simply left you to finish the movie while he’d run some errands. not expecting you to be jumping on the couch when he’d gotten home.

you’d been embarrassed, fumbling to apologize, but Yoongi hadn’t cared all that much— not when you looked the happiest, you’d been since moving in with him.  

and it had been cute until the first couch broke, springs snapping under the weight of your constant bouncing.

you’d cried, and Yoongi had held you until you’d hiccupped in his arms with a watery apology that he silenced with a kiss to your forehead, and enough reassurance that he wasn’t mad, his own panic sizzling mellow when you stopped falling head-first into a panic attack.

after the second couch had folded, you’d moved to the bed, wary that Yoongi’s patience could surely only run so thin when this is the second time you’d ruined a piece of furniture.

“what’s this?” Yoongi had patted over the mattress one evening, divot a little more noticeable when he pulls the duvet away. it felt like déjà vu, pearly tears glazing your cheeks with stuttered out apologies and gentle kisses to placate your worries; because Yoongi could never find it in himself to get mad at you, not when he knows you hadn’t done it on purpose.

he’d bought you a mini trampoline for the living room, an easy solution to this problem. the perfect solution even, with you hopping in the living room and his furniture fully intact, really Yoongi felt like he’d outdone himself this time round.

it was a noise complaint from the downstairs neighbours that had the trampoline shucked onto the balcony, your feet thumping a little harder against the floor on the days it was too cold to go out there and bounce. truly a problem on nights like these when you just couldn’t seem to settle down. bouncing from one room to another, almost burning your arm while he’s been cooking.

“here we go, the 3am zoomies” Yoongi grunts, no venom behind his words at all, if anything he couldn’t help the smile that tugged at the corners of his lips, “hey! no bouncing on the couch” he wags a finger at you in warning.

you hop off the couch, “but yoongi” you whine, your ears flopping over your forehead, and Yoongi sighs.

“i know, doll. how about we go out?”

“where?” you bounce on your toes, hands falling on Yoongi’s shoulders when you almost trip over the edge of the rug; his hands falling onto your hips to hold you steady.

“what do you think about ice cream?”

“strawberry?”

and Yoongi laughs when he catches sight of your tail twitching from over your shoulder, cottony fur erratic with excitement.

“if that’s what you want, bun” he smooths your ears down the back of your head, tickling the base with the tips of his fingers; and you shiver in his hold, practically vibrating in his arms.

“let’s go” you tug on his sleeve.

“you need to put your shoes on first, my love” he reminds you, letting you tie your laces in the car, his own excitement hard to contain when you looked this happy.

nights like these were Yoongi’s favourite, knees knocking with one another as you sit on stools by the window of the convenience store, one of your hands tucked in his pocket to keep warm, fingers laced.

Yoongi’s kisses always tasted sugary sweet from the coffee, your tongue peeking out for a taste, a little more addicting than the bitter stuff he drank at home.

and Yoongi would chase after your lips, kissing you back because it tasted like strawberry ice cream and forever promises of a future where the two of you could stay like this forever.

the sweetness of your lips sating his sweet tooth, and cementing his ever-growing love in your heart, knowing you’d found a home in his.

🍓thank you for reading <3 feedback is always encouraged!!

#bts fanfic #bts fic #bts suga #bts fluff #bts x reader #yoongi imagine #yoongi x reader #yoongi fic #yoongi x y/n #bts smut #bts non idol au #bts imagines #bts au fanfic #bts au #hybrid bts #bts hybrid x reader #bts hybrid fanfic

[avianyuh]

Yoon Jeonghan as a boyfriend

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word count; 679

idk if it's because I've been watching a lot of svt content lately

(btw stream god of music)

but Jeonghan has been getting my attention lately so I thought this would be a fun write

first of all he's RUTHLESS

like you're not safe

he'd put you in your place if you said something dumb or tried to leave the house looking all weird

but you know, it's out of love

I think he's also a huge softie, which is shown in his friendships with the members

speaking of the members...

if you didn't get along with the members then...

bye bitch

I think he'd introduce you to Seungcheol and Joshua first

#95z

but for multiple reasons

#1; jeongcheol obvi. they're really close and I think Cheol's approval means a lot to him when it comes to letting someone in

#2; Jeonghan and Shua have known each other for a veryyyyy long time. I think those two were close to each other before anyone else because they had joined the company at the same time

So I think Jeonghan would really appreciate Joshua get to know you

#3; Seungcheol is great with vibe checks lol. Jeonghan probably wants a second opinion

#4;Jeonghan would probably just want you to be closer with Coups and Shua tbh (early on)

but he really wants you to get along with alllll of the members

they mean the world to him and he'd really make the effort to get all of you acquainted and friendly

I'm not saying you have to be besties with the boys (especially cuz there's 12 of them not including han)

but like, if one of the members is at home and doing nothing and you and Jeonghan are going out for the night

Jeonghan would invite his members along unless it was a really special date

it would mean a lot to Jeonghan if you were cool about that kind of stuff because he cares for you but he also really cares for his members

ANYWAYS

he's kind of a homebody

so you spend a lot of time inside

probably build Lego sets together

and when he goes on tour you take care of his pet rock

yes...that's a real thing he has, his name is Doljjong and he likes warm bathes

no seriously

Jeonghan is probably the best thing in your life if you're dating him

I think he'd be protective over you

He'd also probably enjoy taking care of you

making sure you're eating enough and checking in as frequently as he can if he's away

though he teases you a lot, I think he'd tell you he loves you alllll the time

like; "Jeonghan can you pass the remote" "Sure, I love you" "🤦🏻‍♀️"

you pretend you're sick of it but you love it and he knows that

he's very open with carats so if he really found the love of his life, he'd come clean and just show you off

I don't think he'd get caught I think he'd make you come on one of his lives or he'd mention you or something

but like I said, he's very protective and I think he might refrain from showing you off just in case it puts you in harm's way

he worries a lot about you

but it just shows how considerate he is

should I add some shexyyy shtufff???

ummmmmm

okay maybe a little bit

gentle in bed

like the type to brush the hair out of your face

heavy eye contact

I think he'd get shy to be honest

makes sure that NO ONE is around

kisses you everywhere

definitely into praising

just LOVES YOU

he shows it during sex and after

remember how I said he teases you?

I actually don't think he'd tease you during sex

I think he never wants to get his signals crossed

he wants you to know that he loves you

okay end of that

in conclusion; he's a dream man

loves you so so so much

loves being home with you and just being himself around you

he'd also be a great father

like...look at how he interacts with the younger members. he loves them so much and takes such good care of them

definitely think it's a testament to how he'd be as a parent

but even in your relationship, he's very caring with you and just such A BABE

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enjoy some pics of Jeonghan❤️

{A/N; idk maybe I'll make a svt as dad's series lol. okay, anyways, stream svt god of music. vote for super for SOTY cuz it deserves it and send well wishes to Cheol and Mingyu. might do s.coups next cuz I've been missing him lately😢}

#seventeen #seventeen headcanons #jeonghan #seventeen reactions #svt #svt x reader #svt fluff #seventeen fanfic #yoon jeonghan #svt as boyfriends #svt scenarios #svt imagines #svt smut

[gyustarzzi]

ateez dating you

☆𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐣𝐨𝐨𝐧𝐠

hypes you up in your outfits, shy outside but confident at home, your parents absolutely love him, gets matching tattoo's with you, definitely makes songs about you on special occasions, kisses 24/7, finds you adorable even if you are taller/shorter than him , your nickname is star and his is minion

★𝐬𝐞𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐰𝐚

loves you more than the world, treats you like a queen, will clean your room if it's dirty, takes care of you all the time, bakes with you, will take you to fancy resteraunts on special occasions, your whole family calls him prince charming, your nickname is princess, his is prince charming.

☆𝐲𝐮𝐧𝐡𝐨

back hugs, compares height all the time, has to reach things for you, if your at a concert he'll carry you on his shoulders, karaoke at home, competes in everything, takes you to fun places on special occasions, your nickname is little sprout and his is tree trunk

★𝐲𝐞𝐨𝐬𝐚𝐧𝐠

shy when in public, softie to you but a devil to others that hurt you, finds you beautiful in everything, secret pictures of you that he looks at when he's on tour, fingers through your hair, loves neck kisses, takes you on cliché dates, your nickname is angel and his is love

☆𝐬𝐚𝐧

loves cuddles, touchy 24/7, holds your hands when your out in public, loves everything about you, has heart attacks when he sees you play with his cats, loves when you rake your fingers through his hair, morning kisses are a must, takes you to simple yet romantic dates, your nickname is kitten and his is mountain (obv)

★𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐢

loves that your shorter than him, cuddle pt.2, treats you like a princess, will always scream when watching a horror movie, will do anything with you even if it's out of his comfort zone, he loves it when you poke his cheeks, takes you to fun place for special occasions, your nickname is darling and his is baby giraffe

☆𝐰𝐨𝐨𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠

teases you all the time, laughs at you when you do something funny or unintentionally funny, touchy 24/7, steals kisses from you, loves it when your flustered because of him, makes funny faces at you when he sees you, bites you all the time when you get on his nerves, takes you to either romantic places or really fun places, your nickname is baby and his is boo

★𝐣𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐡𝐨

squishes your cheeks when you sleep, hums to you when you can't sleep, back hugs all the time, when you guys go to haunted houses he's the one protecting you, takes you to simple places on special occasions, will be used as your personal pillow, loves to play with your hair, your nickname is baby and his is teddy bear

#ateez #reactions #wattpad repost #hongjoong #seonghwa #yunho #yeosang #atiny #fanfiction #kpop #san #mingi #wooyoung #jongho #gyustarzzi

[threadsun]

Anonymous Asks: "I gotta hear more firehouse puppy headcannons 🙏"

Content: petplay, yandere tendencies, RACK, food kink

When kids come around for field trips, they all draw straws for who gets to bring Puppy home and take care of them while everyone else is giving the tour

Jean is disqualified from taking Puppy home after they caught him trying to sneak Puppy onto a flight to France to keep them in his house there

The guys are always working hard to train Puppy! Teaching them fun new tricks like roll over, dance, cockwarm... all the things a good firehouse Puppy needs to know!

Nick and Shaun are in charge of finding things like collars, leashes, and the dog cage Puppy is kept in sometimes. Jean and Ian are in charge of paying for it all

Nick takes Puppy's safety very seriously and does regular check-ins and renegotiations with them to make sure that they're still happy and their needs are being met

Rory likes to make special treats for Puppy, especially messy treats that he can enjoy watching them eat

Joseph is the only one who knew Puppy before they came to the firehouse, so he's the only one who knows anything about their past and who they are as a person

Ian is the biggest softie when it comes to Puppy, and he'll let them break just about any rule if they whine and lick his face

Jack is also prone to trying to kidnap Puppy, but like... only for a little while. He likes to sneak them out during lunch breaks and whatnot to take them on proper dates

All of them in their own ways wanna make Puppy properly theirs, but Puppy loves being the firehouse dog too much, and none of them can agree on who gets to date Puppy first, so they just stick to the firehouse dog stuff

#swwsdj #something's wrong with sunny day jack #firehouse puppy au #hmmmmm don't have it in me rn to go back and tag all the posts about it but I wanna start a tag for it #also not gonna tag all the characters because that's workkkkkk and I'm lazyyyyyyy

[harlowsbby]

still stuck on urban and phoenix being softies 😭 I think phoenix would want to do nice things for his dad but because he's little he needs help 😭 so he'd do stuff like ask his momma to make urban's fave foods for them to all eat together

or he'd draw lots of pictures of him and urban together

He most definitely would 🥹💗

I can see him now trying to make breakfast for Urban before he wakes up and needing his moms help

“Mommy can you help me stir the pancake mix please!” Phoenix asked you and you smiled softly at him and nodded, lifting him up onto the counter so he can stir it better and see better you took his hand and helped him stir the pancake mix.

Phoenix lately has been wanting to do nice things for Urban he wanted to make dinner for Urban the other night and help you do Urban’s laundry before he left on tour for him.

“Mommy do you think daddy will like his breakfast?” His blue eyes looked up at you in wonder and curiosity.

“Daddy most definitely will you know he loves some chocolate chip pancakes and bacon. If daddy could he’d eat all the food in the house as well.” Phoenix giggled at the thought of Urban eating all the food in the house.

“Phoenix go wake up daddy and I’ll set up the table okay?” He nodded his head quickly before running up the stairs, you smiled and started setting the table and dishing out all of the food. You sighed happily and sat down rubbing your swollen belly.

You were almost due to give birth to your little girl Venus and you couldn’t wait to welcome her into the world.

“Close your eyes daddy it’s a surprise!”

“Oh it’s a surprise? I wonder what it could be.” Urban teased and you laughed seeing the two of them come around the corner, Urban had one of his hands covering his face while the other hand was wrapped in Phoenix’s hand as he guided him towards the kitchen.

“Okay daddy you can open your eyes in 3..2..1 open your eyes daddy!!” Phoenix yelled, Urban removed his hand from his face and smiled widely seeing all his favorite breakfast items laid out across the kitchen table along with drawings of Phoenix and him and you.

“What’s all this for buddy?” Urban made his way towards the table sitting next to you and grabbing your face softly before pressing a kiss to your lips and turning his attention to your belly which he pressed several kisses on before turning his attention back to Phoenix.

“Mommy and me made you breakfast daddy.. do you like it?” He questioned he bite his lip nervously as Urban cut into the pancake and brought it to his mouth to taste it.

Urban chewed his slowly and smirked at Phoenix who was very much praying and hoping Urban would like what he made, you smacked Urban’s leg and glared at him for teasing Phoenix.

“Well I gotta say buddy.. it’s really really.. delicious.” Phoenix squealed and started digging into his own pancakes, all three of you eating breakfast in a comforting silence.

After breakfast Phoenix was fast asleep on Urban’s chest while you sat next to them.

“Looks like breakfast took him out didn’t it?” You laughed and Urban smiled while stroking Phoenix’s hair.

“Looks like it did, I love him so much I hate that I have to leave for tour soon.” You frowned at the thought of Urban possibly not being there for the birth of Venus.

“It’s okay Urb if I go into labor while I’m gone I just hope you’ll make it on time before she arrives.”

“You already know I’m catching the first flight out in whatever city I’m in. I can’t miss the birth of my baby girl I refuse.” You smiled and kissed his cheek before attempting to get up.

“Where you going baby?”

“To get some water you want some?”

“Yes please thank you baby.” You waddled your way into the kitchen to get the two of you some water while waddling back into the living room you stopped feeling some wetness on your legs.

“Shit.. Urban!!” Urban placed Phoenix down before running into the kitchen, he stopped seeing the puddle of water by your legs and the sheepish smile on your face.

“Looks like you won’t miss the birth after all.”

#jack harlow #jack harlow concepts #jack harlow imagine #jack harlow x reader #urban wyatt concept #urban wyatt blurb

[sweetbuckybarnes]

The Eras Tour: 03. Act I: Lover

Pairings: Colin Bridgerton + Penelope Featherington, Anthony + Kate Bridgerton

Polin Masterlist | Series Masterlist

May 5th, 2023

Once the Bridgerton family plus Penelope, got themselves into Section 113 and prepared.

Penelope looked over at Benedict, who was currently sitting to the left of her. "Can you record the concert for me, please Benedict?" Penelope asks her, handing her fully-charged phone to the second oldest Bridgerton.

"Sure," he tells her, taking her phone from her outstretched hand.

Eloise Bridgerton, who was sitting on the other side of Benedict, looked over at her best friend. "Make sure you get your phone back from him at the end of the night."

Benedict looks over at his little sister and simply thumps her with his thumb and forefinger right between her eyebrows.

Penelope rolled her eyes at the bickering Bridgertons, as did Gregory sitting to her right, Violet and Daphne sitting at the end of the first row of five Bridgertons and Penelope, as Hyacinth sat behind Daphne - followed by Francesca, Colin, Anthony and Kate.

Penelope looked down at Gregory (however, she didn't have to look down too much as he was now up to her shoulder), smiling at the second youngest Bridgerton. "Are you ready for your first concert Greg?"

He was slightly terrified, and he reached his hand over to hold tightly of Penelope's. "l am a little bit scared..."

"Don't worry, sweetheart," Penelope cooed, bringing him closer to her side. "You have me, and who knows - maybe by the end of tonight, you might be a Swiftie!"

Whilst the Bridgertons had been talking amongst themselves, the timer had been ticking down.

It's Fearless, (It's been a long time coming), big reputation (It's been a long time coming). And they said Speak Now! (It's been a long time coming), into folklore, (It's been a long time coming), I’m Taylor! And I was born in 1989! (It's been a long time coming), evermore (It's been a long time coming), loving him was Red, (It's been a long time coming but...)

As the Lover House was shown on the big screen, people were walking out a door with the colours of Lover on big upside-down capes. That was the only way Penelope could explain them as they walked along the stage.

"It's been a long time coming but, it's you and me. That's my whole world!" When they lifted the sheets - there she was the one and only Taylor Swift.

Penelope's eyes widened. She looked over her shoulder to look at the eldest Bridgerton. "Anthony, you are my favourite! I know I've already told but it deserved to be said again."

Anthony smiled down at Penelope as she started dancing in the aisle in front.

"She's so happy," Kate looked up at her husband and caught his smile. "You old softie."

The whole school is rolling fake dice. You play stupid games, you win stupid prizes. Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince, we're so sad, we paint the town blue. Voted most likely to run away with you.

Before Penelope even knew what was going on, the notes from Miss Americana and the Heartbreak Prince turned into Cruel Summer.

"Fever dream high in the quiet of the night, you know that I caught it. Bad bad boy, shiny toy, with a price. You know that I bought it. Killing me slow, out the window, I'm always waiting for you to be waiting below. Devils roll the dice, angels roll their eyes, what doesn't kill you, makes me want you more."

Colin watches from his spot on the row above as Penelope started to sing from the top of her lungs. Dancing in her spot, a large smile on her face.

Francesca looked over at Colin. "What's with your face?"

"Nothing is wrong with my face, thank you very much!"

"Mhmm."

Cruel Summer was followed by The Man and You Need to Calm Down, which Gregory knew both of - the pair sitting in the front row singing as loud as their lungs allowed them.

"Welcome to the Eras Tour!" Taylor announced, then she sang the third single from her seventh studio album of the same name, Lover .

"We could leave the Christmas lights up 'til January, and this is our place, we make the rules. And there's a dazzling haze, a mysterious way about you dear, have I known you 20 seconds or 20 years? Can I go where you go? Can we always be this close forever and ever? And ah, take me out, and take me home, you're my, my, my, my. Lover."

When Lover was first released in 2019, there was so much more love and happiness as she sang it, but now she was singing it for her fans.

And the final song was The Archer , which had a chance to send both Penelope and Violet Bridgerton to tears.

"I've been the archer, I've been the prey. Screaming, who could ever leave me, darling? But who could stay? I see right through me, I see right through me. 'Cause they see right through me, they see right through me, they see right through."

And with the final song, Taylor Swift disappeared and she completed Act 1: Lover.

#polin #polin fic #colin x pen #pen x colin #penelope x colin #colin x penelope #anthony x kate #kate x anthony #anthony bridgerton #benedict bridgerton #colin bridgerton #daphne bridgerton #eloise bridgerton #francesca bridgerton #gregory bridgerton #hyacinth bridgerton #penelope bridgerton #kate bridgerton #taylor swift #Spotify #lover #miss Americana and the heartbreak Prince #cruel summer #the man #you need to calm down #the archer

[running-with-kn1ves]

OOH OOH HAPPY 1000 FOLLOWER MILESTONE LESSGO—sooo ive been seeing a lot of this go around in the yandere asmr community, so thats why im asking that maybe you could do your own version of the whole adopting a yandere scenario👉👈 (whenever i listen to these i cant help but think that what if the tour guide is actually the yandere amongst all yanderes in the place—makes me want to adopt him instead ngl🥲)

Yess!! I've honestly only heard a few of these ASMR prompts but they are really interesting... It opens up so much room for the different kinds and levels of yanderes. I'd love to make this like a multi- part thing, or like a match-up. That would be so cool :,0

I love the idea of the tour guide being a possible "undercover" yandere, who hasn't admitted to being one yet, or who is in 'recovery' and that's why they have the job.

Though, what about the yandere you're supposed to adopt? The levels range from dangerous to least harmful, with a mile-long list of different traumas and possessive traits. Prefer one who's least likely to kill you? The younger, more sensitive types are your style. How about one who could keep you in a suffocating cuddle for hours? There's plenty of those to go around. Best not to make eye contact with any you aren't planning on taking home with you, though. Once they set their eyes on something they want, well... you know how difficult it is to keep them away from it.

There's a month long process of different screenings and background checks, all to make sure you'll be a suitable home to rehabilitate your yandere. Different levels of tests will be given, each which make sure you can handle their extreme behaviors that range from mood swings to bursts of murderous rage. Adopting a yandere isn't like adopting a dog; no, rather its more like dealing with a jealous, insecure cat with knives for claws, that doesn't hesitate to threaten your family's lives if you dare to step outside of the house.

Adopting a calmer, more shy yandere with low self-esteem always appears to be the best option, but it has its undersides that often don't go noticed until its too late. . Their yandere traits come out in little ways, and at firstyou start to think its not so bad. That is, until the crying starts.

They are always crying, always begging you to stay near, to sleep in the same bed, to bathe together. And if you coddle them, the behavior only sticks. But there comes a point, where all their emotional baggage builds up, growing on top of the already mountain-high level of negative feelings they harbor. And eventually, they snap. It could be a nice Sunday evening when all of a sudden you find yourself with two broken legs, sobbing in your own basement. You think, how could this have happened? I did everything right; I gave them love and dried their tears when they cried, so why?

These types actually need a more stern, parental figure than someone who will excuse them. While on the other hand, the brutes, the more violent types, need someone patient and kind. These yanderes tend to go after darlings that are alluring, but not those who offer them kindness and a gentle hand. Though, be warned, you won't adopt these yanderes without some cuts and bruises in the process. They dislike affection at first, terrified of breaking down their walls, merely wanting to keep you in their view but not touching or conversing with you. But once you manage to get past their scarred exterior and their bite, you'll find nothing but a big softie underneath.

They enjoy spending their time with you, smothering you in material items and affection. These yanderes are often taken advantage of, and are quick to point fingers if you don't reassure them often enough. But other than their few sets of rules, these yanderes are the most capable of having an average life, as long as you can take being chained up every once in a while to satiate their fears.

Though you better have committed to this adoption by the time they bare their vulnerabilities, otherwise you might find yourself in a world of pain. These yanderes don't take betrayal likely, and may cause a bit more than a few scratches if they find out you intend to give them back.

And then there's the third level... The level that hardly ever gets adopted on account of their utter sadism and complete apathy for human life. These yanderes are the most dangerous and are regarded as the highly un-adoptable. They aren't allowed to be adopted by your average joe, and security clearance is a must to even witness them in person. They aren't safe to be moved into a home immediately, and trials must take place with you first before adoption is considered. These yanderes have often been returned a multitude of times, have committed crimes in mass quantities, or were never qualified for adoption to begin with due to their extremity.

These yanderes may range from entirely mute, to oddly charismatic. They come from a range of (usually traumatic) backgrounds, and tend to attach quickly without showing the usual signs. They're mass manipulators, and have no qualms about doing the extreme to keep you in their grasp.

#kn1ves rants #x reader #reader insert #writing #self insert #yandere x reader #yandere #male yandere #knives rants #yanderecore #yandere scenarios #yandere imagines #yandere headcanons #yandere writing #yandere x you #tw yandere #yandere x y/n #yandere male #yandere x darling #yandere female #fanfiction #yandere aesthetic #yandere oc

[queenbumbles21]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐠𝐢𝐯𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦 𝐁𝐮𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐜𝐡 • • •

𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫

Kazutora Hanemiya

• When you visit his pet shop just to see him work, He was so happy to see you take your day off just to visit him! He hugged you and kissed your beautiful little face, as he held you with care.

He held your hand as he gave you a tour around the shop, he showed you all the animals and told you a few facts about each one. He showed you the birds, the hamsters, the lizards, the cute baby kittens, the ever so small little puppies, and the…. RATS!

“EW! KAUZ GET THAT THING OUT!!”

“Baby, let’s buy this one! ^^”

“NO!”

“But look it’s so cute, it’s even trying to sniff you honey! Let’s take it!”

“KAUZ GET THAT GROSS LITTLE DEMON THING, OUT OF HERE! T^T” Kazutora sighs happily,

“I missed these moments so much,” he say as he softly pecks your cheek.

—

Keisuke Baji

• When you talk about your future dreams, with him included in them, Baji never really thought about the future for himself, he just focused on the present time and you.

At the time, he couldn’t answer your sudden question, “Where do you see yourself in the future?” With a toothy cute smile and sparkling eyes. He didn’t answer your question… he ignored it… it’s not that he didn’t want to answer! Don’t get him wrong alright! He just… couldn’t… cause he never thought about it, although; he felt giddy to know that you wanted to be with him for that long. <3

He suddenly found himself wanting to know what it’d be like if you were in his future dreams. Maybe a small little cozy house, nothing to fancy just something comfortable.

Something he can see kids running around without having to deal with assholes complaining about children’s innocent laughter of joy. His children laugh. He knows there’ll be a time like that in the future, married and happy.

“Whachá smiling about honey,” ^^

“I’m smiling at our future Bun,”

—

Shinichiro Sano

• When you want to take a ride on the motorcycle with him, He happily runs off to get a motorcycle set and ready to go, he checks its gas tank, gears and it’s wires fuel. He happily walks out of his shop and locks it up, with you by his side.

Shinichiro sets the machine to the side and puts his bicker gang jacket on you as well as a cute little cat-eared helmet on your head (which he personally customized for you) for your protection.

Once you both were ready he rode off towards the stress, enjoying your little giggles. You snuggle close to him placing little kisses on his neck and smirked as you felt him shivering at the sudden contact. (He’s for sure, gonna get his revenge for your teasing, mind you!) you got to enjoy the beautiful starry night with him.

“I had so much fun baby! Let’s do it again love!”

—

Tetta Kisaki

• When you walk along the pedestrian bridge at night with him, it was a beautiful night for the people to light up fireworks.

You and Kisaki strolled along the small little park enjoying the background music of a little party some random people were hosting. You let go of Kisaki’s hand softy skipped along the sidewalk, heading towards the small pedestrian bridge.

You twirled the little dress that Kisaki had gotten you for your birthday and smiled at him, slowly waking backward as you did so. Kisaki loved the way the moonlight lit up your small figure, as you stopped to look down the railing of the bridge.

He softy wrapped his arms around you, softy creasing your sides as he placed small kissing on your neck; enjoying the light fragrance of your perfume.

He’s not much of a sappy kind of guy but, at the moment he wished time would stop, so he can be able to enjoy moments like this, with you.

“Saki it’s such a beautiful night, thank you for bringing me to the one place you love to hang out at. It makes me feel so special,”

[merrock]

CHARACTER INFORMATION

face claim: Zoe Kravitz

full name: Lennon Bowie Reed

nickname(s): Lenny

pronouns & gender: she/her & cis woman

sexuality: bisexual

birth date: August 2, 1990

birth place: Manhattan

time in town: one week

housing: Historical Downtown

occupation: Clerk at the Vinyl Hub

family: her dad grew up in Merrock and though she rarely speaks to him, he was known around town back in the day.

personality: Lenny can seem tough as nails, at first. She has built up a strong resolve and is scared to let it fade away. But she’s also a huge softie at heart and hides behind her fear. She loves music deeply and holistically and can talk your ear off about it. When she decides someone is worth letting in, she is loyal for life. But she’s scared to trust, for now. For now, you get sarcastic quips and flirtatious indifference.

BACKGROUND / BIO

TW: Abandonment, divorce, drugs, alcohol

It was a bright, sunny day when Lenny was brought into this world. The Turn of the Century was around the corner, and Alicia Kelly was trying her best. She was a waitress, born and raised in Brooklyn, who fell a little too hard and too fast for one former Merrockite, George Reed. George wasn’t a bad guy; not really. But he was unreliable, and couldn’t sweat staying in one place for too long. He was the guitarist in a touring band, and he was always on the road. But bills had to be paid, so Alicia held down the fort in a small apartment on Houston.

Lennon Bowie was named after musicians, and came from musical blood. It surprised no one that she took after her father’s musical obsessions. She also took after his fickle nature and need to move, but she also held her mother’s fortitude and strength.

Much of the time, it was Alicia and Lenny against the world. But Lenny grew to love their shared space, their bodega cat ‘round the corner, the guitar shops that beckoned to her and the ice cream truck that always stopped just so she could grab a firecracker after school. She especially loved the record store down the block, and spent as much time browsing the aisles as she could get away with.

School was tough… she was sharper than most gave her credit for, but couldn’t sit still. Her grades fluctuated, but she made it through until junior year. Her father and mother got into a huge fight and he took off for good. Lenny was crushed, and her fear of abandonment bloomed into an ugly spiral. She turned to anything that would dull her pain and fill the father shaped hole in her heart; drugs, alcohol, sex. This did not bode well for her. She and her mother grew apart in many ways during this time- her mother thought she was throwing everything away for cheap thrills; but Lenny felt alone and didn’t know how to communicate.

She barely eked by, but somehow got into the Music, Sound and Culture major at Tufts in Boston. She was high much of the time, and her grades weren’t stellar. But she had a deep and vicious love of music, and that knowledge and passion powered her through. At the end of school, she contemplated going back to New York to stay with her mother. But she couldn’t - she caught a flight to Portland, and over the course of five years, went from job to job in many states - even hitting Berlin, Germany for a spell, just to try and find herself in the process.

She ended up in DC, working shifts at a bar when she met JT Rhodes, a novelist. After years of affairs and situations and heartbreaks, something in her fell head over heels. She was undone - this man with a sharp wit absolutely wooed her. They shared music, words, time and money and eventually a house. He was her everything for five whole years - and she was in it for the long haul. After years of fearing this abandonment, resisting the idea of comfort and marriage and lifetimes, she was all in. But everything comes out in the wash.

JT was just like the rest of them, with three other women on the side. She was… crushed wasn’t even a word to describe the impact. She fell apart - and needed to go back to the beginning. Merrock, Maine.

Her dad had been from there - and though she barely knew him any longer, she had to start from square one. She found a spot open for a clerk at the Vinyl Hub, and she thought this slower beach town with a job in music was as good a place as any to start over.

#merrockbio #lennonreed

[allthingsfook]

hiiiii! ❤️ Can I get a ship?

I am 5'5 almost 5'6. I have one hazel eye and one very dark brown eye. And I have blond hair. I'm a little on the thicker side.

I love going out and doing things like thrifting, going to antique shops, going to mom and pop diners, going to museums, looking at old houses, or just simply going nowhere, listening to music.

I love animals. I have 2 dogs. One is named Buddy Blue. He's a mix. And the other is named Oliver. He's a Yorkie.

I love drawing and doing useless crafts. I love watching movies and learning the whole script so I can talk along with the characters. I play the bass and piano.

I have one tattoo. I plan on getting more.

Thanks!

Also can you add an nsfw headcanon? If that's okay.

Of course you may!!!! And skipping down to the bottom….. I absolutely can include some explicit context to it 👍👍 that is what I do best 😂

I ship you with….

Josh 🤍

Being around the same height, he’d be able to look straight into your gorgeous eyes and melt for you. He’d be OBSESSED with your different colored eyes. You’d often catch him drifting off into your gaze. Your cheeks would rose over and shrink into your surroundings. Josh wouldn’t let you hide your beauty from him tho. He’d pull you into his arms and make his point.

“You are exactly, precisely, and perfectly you,” he’d coo. “You are what I crave.”

He take your face in his hands, flash his chocolate eyes and embrace your lips in a passionate kiss. As Josh keeps super busy, a fiery moment like this quickly escalates to more. His hands would roam over your curvaceous body. Squeezing your chest and ass, and grinding your hips into his core. He’d whimper into your mouth as he grows hard in his pants…..

While he’s home, I could easily see the both of you enjoying thrifting, movies, sight seeing, crafting, dining, drawing, and escaping into the adventure of music on the road! As Josh has said before, he’s a troubadour… always on the move….taking advantage of the time he has on earth. With that being said, I could imagine the both of you slipping out of east Nashville and head toward the hills. Sadly, I have to say Josh would likely be a huge aux hog and you’d be forced to listen to whatever he’s into at the moment.

Once you arrive to tour impromptu oasis, he’d waste zero time laying you out in the middle of nature to worship your body. He’d insist on spending hours touching you…kissing, sucking, nipping at your skin…massaging your curves….pulsing in and out of you. Not stopping until the sun sinks behind the hills and darkness masks his view. Only then he’d pull you inside and continue to obsess over you, but in less obvious ways. He’d constantly dissociate, envisioning you towering over him while you ride his cock; gorgeous tits bouncing rhythmically as you fuck yourself on him…..

After a late evening packed with a homemade meal, a few rounds of euchre (a piece of his midwest childhood he carries with him), as long winded discussion, the both of you would resort to the bedroom. You’d settle into the cozy bed, thinking Josh would be satisfied with the attention he’d given you throughout the day, but that thought is interrupted by his hips bucking into your backside. You’d roll your eyes and turn toward him to inquire further. He’d just shoot you a shit grin, and not being able to refuse him, you’d chuckle. There’s his invitation! He’d shoot out of bed and escort the dogs, shutting the door behind them; something he’d insist on… dogs out during sexy time 😂 Being the softie he his, as soon as you both orgasm and settle back down, Buddy and Oliver scramble back in and claim their spots for the night!!!

Well!! I think I got really carried away, so hopefully this isn’t too much! But you did ask for NSFW 😂😂 per usual, I LOVE to hear back from you guys after you are able to read the ships…. I especially wanna hear what you think since you are the first to specifically ask for an explicit ship!

I am including a collage and song for a little razzle dazzle 😂

#greta van fleet #gvf #peaceful army #josh kiszka #josh gvf #joshgvfships #joshkiszkaship #josh kiszka smut

[babyjakes]

softie | 2. little house tour.

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summary | ransom drysdale is the last person anyone would suspect to be a doting father. but when a paternity test reveals his relation to four year old georgia pine, the man finds himself turning into quite the softie for the peculiar little girl who’s been in such desperate need of his love and care.

characters | soft!dad!ransom drysdale, georgia pine (original character)

warnings | mature themes related to child abuse/neglect, ptsd/trauma symptoms in a child (developmental discrepancies, de-humanized behavior, detachment, extreme fears). loss(mother) and gain(father) of custody. unknown/secret child trope. soft!ransom, soft!dad!ransom. lots of hurt/comfort.

“Alrighty you two,” Julie says as she stands before the man and the child in the sliding glass doorway to the home. “Anything else we need to settle before I take off? I believe we covered everything important…” the woman trails off in thought.

“We’re good, thanks,” Ransom states simply, wanting more than anything to just get the annoying young lady out of their hair. Georgia stands silently with the two adults, her big brown eyes fixated on the reddish bricks covering the ground.

“You have the sheet I sent you covering all the basics, right? Meals, bedtime, things she likes to-”

“Printed out and waiting for us on the kitchen counter,” Ransom assures her before she can even finish her sentence. Huffing in what appears to be slight frustration at Ransom’s shortness, Julie nods, sucking in a deep breath before crouching down before the small child beside him.

“Georgia, sweetheart?” the blonde woman calls, causing the little brunette to glance up at her gingerly. With a soft smile, Julie continues, “Everything’s settled now, lovie, so I’m gonna get going back to the center. You’ve got all of your things, and Ransom here’s got a whole packet of info to help him out for these first few days; you two should be just fine.”

Shifting on his feet impatiently, Ransom watches as the tiny thing nods, trying to ignore the tears that have once again built up in her eyes. Kids, he thinks to himself with a slight shake of the head. Little shits cry about everything.

“You’re gonna be alright, sweetie,” Julie soothes with a hint of sadness appearing in her kind eyes, appearing to sense the little one’s apprehension, “and if you need anything, you just ask Ransom for the phone and call the number on my card. You still have it tucked in your book?” Georgia nods again, causing the social worker’s smile to widen. “Good. Well then,” she clears her throat, rising back up to her feet. “I hope you two have a wonderful time together!”

“Thanks,” Ransom nods flatly, earning a small wave from the lady before she turns and heads back down the walkway. Glancing down at the child below him, he takes in a long breath. Georgia’s eyes have fallen back to the ground, her little feet kicking slightly at the gap in the bricks with her scuffed ballet flats. What a mess, Ransom judges silently as he takes a moment to soak in the child’s appearance. Her olive green coat is at least a few sizes too big for her, the fabric torn in several places over her tiny frame. Her boney legs are covered by a pair of gray leggings, also looking to be littered with holes. Her white shoes are muddied and all but coming apart, the seams fraying at every edge. Gonna need some new clothes. Maybe a haircut, too, he notes, eyeing the little girl’s mess of brown waves.

“Well,” Ransom speaks awkwardly, trying not to roll his eyes when Georgia jumps at the sudden booming of his voice. “Should be fine to leave the car seat out here. Better get inside before we freeze,” he continues, pivoting around and sliding the door open behind them. Turning to follow the intimidating man’s gaze, Georgia peers through the tall glass pane, her eyes widening slightly at the interior of the house. “I know, probably nothing like you’re used to,” Ransom scoffs, imagining what the children’s home must’ve been like that the little girl spent the past month or so in. “Come on,” he insists as he leans down momentarily to grab the handle of the navy blue duffle bag at the child’s feet, “can’t stand out here all day.”

Gulping, Georgia looks up at him, causing the man to sigh. “Fine. Follow me then,” he grumbles, leading the way into the house. Seeming satisfied with not having to go first, the small girl follows, her head turning this way and that as she takes in the incredible home. “Guess I can give you a little house tour,” Ransom shrugs as he slides off his shoes carelessly, tossing the duffle bag over onto the cream-colored couch. Crouching down silently, Georgia unbuckles her own shoes, removing them sheepishly and placing them on the doormat before standing up again. Her eyes continue to wander as Ransom watches her, not sure if he should say more or just let her keep looking.

“Um, this is the living room,” he states, not sure what else to mention about the space. “Over there’s the dining room, though it never gets used,” he admits as he points to the extension of the house to his right. The little girl’s eyes follow his gesture, remaining quiet. “If you step in further, I can show you more,” the man tells her, smirking slightly as she immediately follows his instruction, her cheeks flushing a nervous pink. “Through there’s the kitchen,” he motions to his left as he begins making his way further into the secondary living space, “and over here are the stairs.”

Georgia’s socked feet pad softly against the floor as she follows him, her eyes trailing from the partially concealed kitchen over to the set of chairs in front of the fireplace. As soon as she catches sight of the tall brick fixture, her eyes swell, a terrible tremble rising up through her small body as she lets out a squeak.

Alarmed by the sound, Ransom’s eyes fall back on the child, his brow slanting in confusion and slight annoyance as he asks, “What is it?” Georgia’s bottom lip quivers as her gaze remains glued to the mantle, the tears welling in her eyes confusing the grumpy man even further. “Come on kid, spit it out,” Ransom snaps, the tone of his voice making her jump.

She peers up at him for a moment, the terrified expression on her face as she stares at him stirring unfamiliar emotions in his stomach before her eyes dart back over to the front door. “I wouldn’t do that if I were you,” Ransom warns, his words coming out darker than even he intended. “Look, I can’t help you if you don’t tell me what’s wrong,” he presses. The little girl’s eyes fall to the floor in front of her as tears roll down her cheeks. “Georgia,” the man sighs impatiently.

Choking on her syllables as she begins to speak for the first time since meeting Ransom, the child begins to stammer in a pitiful voice, “P-p-poker… h-hot… burn m-me?”

“What? Burn you? No,” he replies incredulously, “Why the hell would I do that?” As he continues to watch the small girl panic quietly, an uncomfortable sense of guilt begins buzzing in Ransom’s throat. Probably should’ve read the report, he thinks to himself, could’ve covered it up with a sheet or something if I’d known it was gonna be an issue-

Wait. Would he have, though? Ransom Drysdale knows himself better than anyone; he knows he isn’t someone to go out of his way to make others comfortable. So why am I thinking that way, he asks himself. Sighing, he shakes his head. Whatever, he concludes, she’ll get over it.

“Georgia. I’m not gonna burn you with the fire iron,” Ransom deadpans, “so quit crying. I never light the thing, anyway. It’s just for decoration.” At his command, the little girl attempts to dry her eyes, sniffling weakly. Letting out an exasperated sigh, Ransom continues, “Come on, enough with it. You just got here; you can’t seriously be having a meltdown already.” Nodding shamefully, Georgia rubs the rest of her tears away, her eyes now puffy and red.

The brown-haired man runs a hand through his hair, shaking his head again in irritation. “Here, I’ll show you the upstairs,” Ransom decides, dismissing the fireplace situation entirely and making his way over to the beginning of the steps. Glancing back, he notices the child hasn’t moved an inch from her spot on the carpet. “You coming or what?” he asks.

Wincing at the sharpness of his voice, Georgia quickly falls in line behind him. “Jesus,” Ransom curses under his breath as he starts up the stairs, unable to believe how terribly things have managed to go in just the short period of time since the girl arrived. “Alright,” he says as they reach the landing. “Not much to see up here. This room’s mine,” he states as he motions to the first door on the left. “Washroom,” he points to the door in the middle, “and the guest room,” he concludes with the last. “Any questions?”

Keeping her gaze down, Georgia shakes her head, the sight of her standing still somewhat nervously before him causing yet another unfamiliar emotion to surface within Ransom: pity. “I-I’ll show you the guest room later,” he says quickly, doing his best to shake off the unwanted feeling. “Let’s go back downstairs for now. It’s almost dinnertime.”

Looking up slightly at the man’s words, Georgia’s eyes droop as she blinks through her heavy lashes. Ransom nods his head toward the stairs, expecting the child to do as he’s instructed. Instead, though, she hesitates, causing him to sigh. “What, need me to go first?” he all but groans. Biting her lower lip to keep it from trembling, Georgia nods. Letting out a breathy exhale, the vexed man rolls his eyes. “Fine,” he mutters as he steps back to the stairs, having to bite his tongue to keep quiet when the little girl flinches at his momentary closeness.

“What the hell have I gotten myself into?” he mumbles as they make their way back down into the living room, beginning to scold himself when he realizes that the kid might’ve heard. But then he halts, reminding himself, no, I don’t care. So what if she heard? It would be best if she did; maybe then she’d pull herself together.

And as they both reach the bottom of the staircase, Ransom does his best to convince himself he believes it.

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[geo-winchester]

Growing old

Prompts: 18. “Would you marry me?” “We married last year” “oh yeah, would you marry me again?”

45. Kids close your eyes because I’m about to kiss mommy/daddy.

A/N: in order of my 250 followers here’s one of the requests! Thank you to @catcher11 for your request and I hope I didn’t let you down, hope you like it and was everything you expect!!

Steven grant x fem!reader

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You like to live in the city, the rhythm, the parks, even the weather, but most of all you like Steven from the gift shop, he make you smile and knows when you were having a bad day, he gave you a Steven tour, or at least that’s how you call it, he take you for all the museum as he explain every monument and historian object with that smiled that kill you. It’s been months since the last time you saw him until he show up in your work, he haven’t notice you, he was watching something on the park as he held the umbrella trying no to get wet with the little rain that was falling.

-Steven?- you asked, he turn to you with that shy smile and two cups of coffee -What happened to you? You been gone for a while and I went to the museum and they told me you were fired…

-I was- he said -I had a little trouble- he said -but all good now.

-I’m glad- you said as you took your drink, he look at you confuse.

-Is something wrong?- he finally asked.

-it’s just that, I thought we have something between us, that we had that connection…

-We have it- he said as he nod with his head.

-Then why you ghost me like that?- you asked.

-I have some little troubles.

-You mean you have some else…

-God no, I mean there was someone- you were confused -But not as you think, your the most wonderful person I know I never do that to you and everyday I met you I promise you that I not stop thinking about you, about that day we suppose to have, I even practice everything that I was going to say, you and Gus are the things that made my day better

-Then what happened? Why did you leave?

-Your going to think I’m crazy.

-I already thought that- you joke making him smile.

-Crazy for you- you laugh.

-Come on silly genius, lets go to my apartment so you can tell me everything.

He told you everything that night, he told you about Marc and his deal with Khonshu, Marc’s wife, his trip to Egypt and everything it happened there, you were surprise about everything, everything sound like a softy of some comic or movie, but you knew that Steven wouldn’t lie to you, so you decide to give it a chance. You start with a date, he told you everything he practiced before he left making you laugh. That date repeat many times, then everything fit like a puzzle. You been married for a couple of years now, you were finish to get everything out of the boxes in the new house, you could see your kids playing in backyard with their father, he was dancing as he sing something, your kids keep laughing as they tried to copy his steps, the second he saw you he point at you as he make you a sign to go with him, you rolled your eyes as you start to dance, you took your son hands and dance with him as Steven took your daughter in his arms.

-let’s show them how we dance little bee- Steven Said, you roll your eyes.

-Daddy I’m hungry- your little boy said.

-yes, me too and I’m pretty sure someone said we’re going to order pizza- you said.

-I’m on it sweetie- he said and all of you follow him, when it finally got there everyone gather in the kitchen.

-God this is amazing, I love pizza- you said -Would you marry me, provider of pizza.

-I’m sorry to break it to you sweetheart but we already married…

-Would you marry me again?- you asked.

-Absolutely, I’ll do it over and over again- he said, he was about to kiss you but he stop.

-Kids close your eyes because I’m about to loss mommy- he said, your kids put his hands on his eyes before Steven finally kiss you.

When you were finally alone in your room, Steven was watching a documental as you read a book, in some point you look at your husband he was paying attention to the tv and you smile to yourself, even after all those years he still was that shy man you met all those years ago, with that golden heart.

-Did I have something on my face?- he asked.

-Yes, you have wrinkles on it.

-I’m pretty sure you just call me old- you laugh -but that’s ok, that means that I’m leaving my dream.

-You’re dream is to get old- he shook his head with a smile.

-No, i dream to grew old with you- you blush -sometime I still feel I’m leaving a dream and I’m scare that I’ll wake up and I’m going to be back in the dessert stuck with Marc- you brush his cheek.

-You’re not dreaming darling, you stuck with me- you said with a smile.

-I’m glad- he said -I love you Mrs. Grant.

-I love you too Mr. grant.

Xxxxxx

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HELLOO i hope u see this but i was wondering if u could write daveys and angels anniversary story or some hcs (maybe add some spice if u wannu yk😏) 

Ooooh anniversary!

This is suggestive but not outright smut? It's along the lines of his audios?? But it's a tiny little small bit so like i don't think i need to be like only 18+ ya know? anyways I had to stop writing several times to silently scream

So we have one of their anniversaries kinda we have the day before. David was absolutely not allowed to even go near work by action of his beta. Not that he was going to but he still thinks Asher was a bit dramatic to ensure he didn't work the entire weekend.

So when David woke up in the morning there was no meeting to attend no call he would have to make, just his mate with their face buried in his chest. But that's not anything new he laid there not wanting to disturb them watching the slow rise and fall with their breathing until, a soft groan as the sun finally disturbs their rest. With a yawn they sit their head up to look at him yet before a word can leave their mouth his finger shushes them, softly as if not to disturb the peace of the morning in his gravelly morning voice, "Happy Anniversary."

Said peace is quickly broken when they immediately go for the attack nearly on top of him by the time they reach his lips for a kiss. With a passionate kiss that leaves them both needing a bit of air then a small peck they smile and whisper, "Happy Anniversary, Davey."

The roll of his eyes is broken by his fond smile, as he grabs their waist setting them back forcing them to sit up. The memory of them crawling into bed wearing his shirt hits him when they stretch out letting it drape over their form. "And you call me the perv." Huffing a breath he rolls over to find their thighs neatly folded kissing the skin. "You are a perv angel, this is just...admiring."

"Pervy admiring."

"Alright then" He sits up with a groan making them whine at the loss of his hands on them.

"No go back to admiring."

"I have our entire lives to admire you let me get some food in you first."

"Is that David Shaw proposing I hear?"

"You'll know when I'm proposing."

Their laughter despite the sun shining in through the window is the brightest thing of the room, which just makes him pull them up into his arms. Their reactive squeak only making is grip tighter so they are safe. "David I'm not wearing pants."

"And I'm not taking you outside you don't have to wear pants in the house."

"You have to keep your shirt off then."

"Deal"

"Together we make one weird outfit."

"Shut up dumbass...I'm gonna put you on the counter."

"Ah yes my bare ass on the cold counter, this is true love."

"Shirts long enough you'll survive. Besides this 'ass' has been through worse than a cold counter." Emphasizing his point with a squeeze.

"Certainly worth it for the view of you cooking shirtless," Carefully they are set down only the thighs touching the cold counter making them shiver, though they avoid focusing on it pulling him into another kiss.

The two get through breakfast with the maximum amount of kisses possible, David refusing to let them touch the ground once even when he carries them back to the bedroom. "You gonna dress me next?"

"If you'd let me? Absolutely."

The pair get dressed dancing around each other with practiced ease not a fumble or issue with them both working in the same space. Until they are done and David pulls them in for another kiss.

"So mushy today."

"It's a special occasion don't get used to it."

"It's okay I know you're a big softy I won't let it hurt your reputation."

The rest of sunlight passes with a trip to the small bistro they met in though they will always argue it's actually an eatery. A trip to a botanical garden a walking tour of the touristy parts of the city, little shops they can show each other trinkets until time comes and they drag him to the candle shop.

With a quick conversation the two stand beside each other their hands together and being directed into a warm pot of wax, each layer building the strength around their hands. Idle conversation with the employee while David can't help but carefully pull them closer without disturbing their hands. A gentle kiss set to their head, a gentle confession of love unheard by the employee but repeated without hesitation.

With a new souvenir of a simple candle replicating their hands together and as the sun gets close to the horizon their next time appointment hits. David opening the door for them as they reach the restaurant, he never told them it was his parents favorite only insisted it was the one they try for their anniversary. Sat on the rooftop with the sky lit up in with the ambers of late day they eat stealing each others silverwave for a taste of each others food.

With the restaurant behind them they walk through the park without the light of the sun to guide them. Angel doesn't hesitate when they see a gazebo with lights, pulling him underneath. He's too lost for words watching their smile to question the action but catches up when they play a song from their phone. Without direction pulling them into position to dance swaying without noticing the chill breeze or even the world around them. As they lay their head against him he whispers another "I love you, angel."

And as always without question or hesitancy they declare their love for him.

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My Heart Needed You Part 21

An: Just some cute fluff, Nestor being a softy 🥺 I am trying to decide where to go from here. I have ideas just trying to get the ideas in order.

Warnings: nothing but language

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Things with you and Nestor were okay, there was no intimacy and nothing further than you sleeping in his bed because that’s the only time you got sleep. The main focus has been the baby and him forcing you to eat.

You wanted to be with him to have your family, but you’re struggling to let go of a lot of things. So here you are doing a final walk through of your new house alone with your contractor. All of your belongings in boxes spread out all over.

The kitchen is your favorite place in the whole house, it’s perfect and you can’t help but imagine your little ones eating up at the breakfast bar, Nestor behind the stove. Your heart hurts thinking about what could have been, but you force yourself to move forward.

You finish the walk through and then go to your room, sitting on the closet floor sorting your clothes, wanting to get something accomplished. This is one of the moments you need Nestor and his obsessive folding and organizing skills because now that everything is all over the floor you don’t want to do it anymore.

Instead of finishing, you just lay down and rest your hands on your tummy. “Hailey! It’s me, where are you?” Nestor’s voice is coming from downstairs, forgetting he said he would come by to make sure the security system is set up.

“I’m upstairs in my room.” You yell back, not willing to get yourself up off the floor. You can hear as his boots meet every step, not loud but not quiet either.

“Hails?” He made it to your room but hasn’t realized you’re in the closet.

“I’m in the closet.” You let out a giggle not able to contain it.

Chuckling from above you he squats down leaving a kiss on your forehead before he moves to kiss your belly, and then lays next to you. Moving his hand under your shirt to rest on your tummy. “What are you doing down here?”

“Well I thought I would get all of my clothes put away, but once I got them all out I didn’t want to anymore. You’re better at that so I decided to lay here in the quiet.” You turn your head smiling at him as his eyes are on yours filled with amusement. “It’s nice to not have security and people around all the time like at Miguel’s.”

“Hmm, I get that.” His hand is rubbing small circles on your belly but his eyes are on you. “But you are right, I’m better at closet organization. So I’ll help you, make sure it’s done right before you ruin it a week into living here.” He winks at you as he rolls onto his side, his large hand spreads out covering most of your belly, “How are you feeling today? Is she being good to you?”

Laughing, “You don’t know if it’s a girl, I already told you I think it’s a boy. But yes the baby” you give him a pointed look, “has been treating me well and I’m feeling good. Tired but good.”

“You’re being a terrible host, you haven’t even shown me around to see the updates.”

Letting out an overly dramatic sigh that was quickly followed by Nestor laughing you move to get up, but his hand is still on his baby and he’s not letting you up. “Fine, let’s do a tour and then I’ll take you to dinner since you’ve literally fed me whatever I’ve wanted for the last week.” He’s on his feet and reaches his hands to help you up from the floor.

“I could have gotten up on my own, you know.” You state as you move from the closet.

“I know but I like taking care of you and my baby.” He gives you his sweetest smile.

“Well I didn’t do much up here, just painted the rooms and updated the bathrooms.” You take his hand and lead him through the upstairs which is all bedrooms and two bathrooms. Stopping in front of one door, “Now this room, I had him do it at the last minute.” Opening the door you can’t help but smile, you had a nursery added, it’s nuteraul, calming, and perfect for your boy - or girl if Nestor is right.

“Wow, it’s so perfect.” He does a full circle of the room taking it all in as you sit in the small rocker. “I guess I need to have one of the guest rooms at my house made into a nursery.”

That hurt your heart, you’re the one keeping the distance so you shouldn’t be upset, but this was not ideal. As if he can sense it, he crouched down in front of you, taking your hands in his. “It’s going to be fine, Hails. We will figure out what works for us.” You give him a nod, holding in the emotion. “Stop, looking so sad.”

“I am sad. This isn’t how it was supposed to be, Nes. Living in two houses, having separate nurseries, this wasn’t what was meant to happen.” He gave you a sad smile and nodded, knowing you were right.

Grabbing your hand he pulls you from the rocker, “Come on, I know you were excited about the kitchen. Let’s go see it, I avoided it on my own way in.” He rests his hand on your cheek, leaving a kiss to your forehead, before surprising you by tickling your side with his other hand causing you to laugh and try to squirm away from him. He finally lets up, “I love that sound.” Wrapping his arms around you he pulls you in, instinctively you wrap your arms around his waist and rest your head on his chest, his heartbeat calming you. “It really will be okay, Hails.”

Taking his hand the two of you make your way downstairs going to the kitchen, you let him take it all in and you see it the moment he notices the tile. “I love this, why does it seem familiar?” He turns to you and you can’t hide the smile.

“Because it is,” you pull the picture out of a drawer, it’s you, Nestor and his Abuela, the three of you in her tiny kitchen. He takes the picture in his hand, his fingers running over it. “We had the best memories there, so I wanted a little piece of that kitchen here for us, I expected you to be the one cooking here mostly.” You chuckle, trying to hide the hint of sadness.

“She would be so mad at me right now,” he looks up from the picture in his hand. “I should have taken better care of you, been there for you. I let you down, and her. She always told me to keep you close, and I didn’t do that.”

“Well I ran away, so there was only so much you could have done.” Moving to stand in front of him you take the hand that’s not holding the photo. “You’ve apologized to me, but I haven’t apologized to you. I really am sorry I left, I was so afraid, I was so scared that if you knew you would hate me.” He goes to protest, “looking back now I know that was wrong and stupid, but I was struggling and my brain wasn’t thinking clearly. I panicked and there was nothing Niko could say to keep me here.”

Shaking his head, he places the photo on the counter and rests his hands on the side of your neck, thumbs on your jaw. “You don’t have to apologize to me, you were trying to protect everyone and yet everyone you were protecting let you down.”

Looking up into his eyes you see the sincerity and the love, and before you can stop yourself you’re on your tiptoes kissing him. It starts slow but heats up as you both melt into each other.  His hands are holding your face to him, yours gripping his sides.

The two of you are in the middle of the kitchen making out for who knows how long as his hands begin to roam and find their way under your shirt running along the bare skin of your back pushing you further into him. He pulls away from your lips and starts kissing across your jaw and down your neck, “Nes.” You whisper, a hand resting on the back of his neck. “Nes, stop please.”

He pulls back, resting his forehead on yours. “I love you, Hailey, and you don’t have to say it back. But I need you to know that I love you.”

You just nodded, letting your hand rest on his neck. “We’re all going to be okay, right?” You whisper.

“All three of us will be okay, I promise.” He wraps his arms around you, pulling you tight to his chest and leaves a kiss on the top of your head. “It’s all going to work out.”

Standing in his embrace you feel calm, safe, at peace, but that part of your brain that won’t let you forget is causing you to pull away. “Let’s go to eat.”

“We can get ice cream for dinner if that will make you look less sad.” He looks over at you as you slip on a pair of shoes.

“No, I want real food…and then maybe ice cream.”

Putting your purse on your shoulder, you go to the door holding it open for him, “You drive and pick whatever you want. I’m sure no matter where you go I’ll like it.”

After about 15 minutes in the car, Nestor pulls into a local diner that the two of you went to often during your time in San Diego. “They have everything here, including ice cream.” He smiles over at you as he turns the car off and moves to unbuckle. He hops out and comes around, opening the door for you.

“I hope their burgers are the same, because they were perfect.”  Holding the diner door open, Nestor nods his head in agreement.

“And their shakes were the best.” He said as you took a seat in a booth that gave him a view of the door and the whole restaurant.

“Hey babies, what can I get for you?” Looking up, the same sweet lady who would take your order all those years ago was there smiling next to your table. Nestor signaled for you to go first.

“I’ll take a double cheeseburger, fries, and a chocolate shake!”

“What about you?” She turns to Nestor.

“I’ll do the same.”

“You got it, I’ll have that out soon.”

“So, how are you really feeling, Hailey?” He looks over at you as you try to avoid his gaze.

Sighing, “I’m fine, I feel better after sleeping but I’m mostly just sad I guess. And I don’t have the right to be sad. I'm the one putting the distance here but I’m just…struggling.” You meet his eyes, “my head and my heart are on very different pages.”

“What does your brain say?”

“It just keeps replaying everything, our fight, Mexico, just everything negative.”

He nods, “and your heart?”

“That it loves you and wants to be with you and have a family with you. All the good.”

Just then your shakes were brought to the table, and you immediately grabbed a spoon and took the cherry from Nestor’s. “What if I learned to like cherries?” He said dramatically.

You laughed, “Never going to happen, you've only enjoyed one cherry.” Winking at him as you stick the cherry in your mouth, a grin on his face. “Also, you wouldn’t deprive me and your baby of the cherry that we want.”

“Oh so now you and the baby will gang up and take my food?” You just shrugged and smirked at him.

As your food is brought out the two of you eat in silence, completely clearing your plates and finishing off your shakes. “Oh my gosh that was so good.”

“It was as good as it was back then, no wonder we had to run so much when we had this twice a week.” He chuckled.

“Please, you didn’t have to do shit back then, you stayed fit  no matter what we ate, I was the one running.” You rolled your eyes, still annoyed at his metabolism.

Taking a sip of water he gave you a mischievous smirk, “You always looked good, even when you didn’t think you did.”

“Well, you always made me feel good about myself. No matter my weight, my clothes, if I hadn’t showered, you always knew how to make me love myself.”

“You’re easy to love. I always wanted you to see yourself the way I did, perfect.”

Sniffling, you let out a breathy laugh trying to gain control of your emotions, “I need you to stop saying nice things to me, or I’ll cry.”

Giving you his heart melting smile that reaches his eyes he shakes his head, “I’m never going to stop telling you nice things,” taking your hand he gives it a small squeeze, “and when my baby girl is born I’m going to hype her every day so some little boy can’t win her heart over.”

“And if the baby is a boy?” You questioned.

“Well, he’ll only ever speak kindly to you and he will join me in the daily positive affirmations for you. He will love you most, but if it is a girl she’ll love me most because she’ll have me wrapped around her finger.”

“We’re really in for it if it’s a girl, my attitude and your spoiling.” You just laughed.

“And if she looks like you, we are in trouble big time.” He’s staring off like he’s thinking. “I’ll have to talk to Miguel about a specific protection plan for her.”

“Oh, just so you know, Miguel knows. I accidentally rambled it out and let it slip.” He tried to stifle a laugh but did a terrible job at it.

“That doesn’t surprise me at all.” He straightens himself back out, “what did he say?”

You weren’t sure if you should tell him the truth, but you decided that was the best option here. “Honestly, I was crying to him. It was the day before I told you and he talked to me outside.” Taking a breath, “I was telling him how I felt like left just kept falling apart, once things feel right, good, it just turns upside down. That we were happy, things were doing great, I was pregnant.”  Unsure if you tell him this next part, you look at your hands. “Then I broke down because you had said just a few days before that you were glad we didn’t have a baby and that it was good we were having one.”

He couldn’t hide the surprise in his face, “Wh-what did Miguel say?”

“That I should tell you and you would be happy. At the moment though, I was afraid you would pull away, but I’m the one pulling away.”

“I’m not going anywhere, that I can promise you.”

“I know, and I love you for holding on when I am struggling. I promise I’ll get better.” Meeting his eyes you take his hands. “I have always loved you, and I always will, that will never change. And this baby, my gosh so fucking lucky to have you, I’m lucky to have you. Life would be…incomplete without you. I’m really trying, Nes!”

“I know, Hails, and I’ll always wait for you to be ready.” Lifting your hand he leaves a kiss on the back of it. “Why don’t we go to the house and I’ll work on your closet, we’re both off tomorrow for the doctor anyway.”

Nodding, you scoot out of the booth and he follows. Both of you arguing about who is paying as you walk towards the register. After the meal is paid by you because you won a fierce face off with Nestor, you’re back in the car and on the way to your house.

“Do you want it a specific way or want certain things anywhere?” He asks as he is taking note of the space.

From your spot on the ground where he took every pillow and blanket he could find from your boxes and situated into a comfortable pile you shake your head. “Nope, I don’t care, I’ll appreciate whatever you do with it because I don’t want to do it.”

He chuckles, nodding his head, “Well I’m putting you to work putting hangers on things while I fold. But don’t leave your pillow pile. I want my baby comfortable,”

The two of you worked together for over an hour but by the end of the night your closet was complete. “It's perfect, Nes! Thank you.” Leaning over, you kiss his cheek, he’s joined you now on the pillow pile.  Resting your head on his shoulder trying not to yawn.

“Don’t fall asleep here, Hails.” He whispers as he rolls over and wraps his arm around you, pulling you closer to him. Opening one eye you see his eyes are closed.

“Your eyes are literally closed, so maybe you should say those words to yourself.” His whole body vibrates yours as he laughs.

“Come on, we can go back to Miguel’s.” He pulls you even tighter to him.

“No, let's just stay here,” you mumble into his neck, you are barely awake at this point.

“I’m not letting you and my child sleep on a few pillows on the floor, that’s not happening.” He grumbles and you can tell he’s barely staying awake but you won’t win this one.

Letting out a loud, exaggerated sigh you relent. “Fine, but can we go to your house, not Miguel’s? The amount of people there all the time watching is annoying me.”

He moves to get up and then grabs your hands to help you. Locking up your house you get in his car, and make the short drive to his place. By the time you pull in you’re hardly able to keep your eyes open, so Nestor comes to your door and wraps your arms around his neck while you wrap your legs around his waist and he carries you to the bedroom.

Setting you down on the floor he goes to his drawer and pulls out a shirt for you. “You need to change, you’ll be angry if you wake up in jeans.” Knowing he’s right you take off your jeans and shirt, slipping on his shirt. While he gets down to just his boxers. Crawling into bed you get on your side and wait for him to get in too. Once he is in you cling to him and he holds you to him tightly. His heartbeat is steady, his breathing calm, and his face is relaxed. This is where you want to be, safe in his arms, away from all the cartel life brings. Leaving the lightest kiss to his jaw, you rest your head on his shoulder and finally find the sleep your body is craving.

***

Nestor’s POV

You’ve laid awake for over an hour now, just watching Hailey and enjoying having her in your arms. She’s so peaceful, and you hate that you have to wake her up for the appointment.

“Hailey, you need to wake up.” You run your hand up and down her back. She scoots closer into you and lets out a whine. “Come on, we have an appointment.”

“I don’t want to get up,” she mumbles into your arm. You can’t help but laugh, she really is the worst morning person and you hope for her sake this baby likes sleep.

“You don’t really have a choice, you made this appointment.”

Huffing she pushes herself up, hand resting on your chest. “I did this so you could see and hear the baby, and not wait weeks and weeks for the next appointment. Don’t forget that, sir.”

“I didn’t, that’s why I’m making you breakfast.” You kiss her shoulder. “Now, why don’t you get a nice shower while I do that. And we can spend the rest of the day getting your house unpacked.” She’s made her way back on your chest, “Don’t go back to sleep.” Your hand is under her shirt, fingers running up and down her back. You start to tickle her side before her hand quickly grabs yours.

“Don't. I’ll punch you right in the face.” You can’t help but laugh, when your head is thrown back and eyes are closed she gives you a small jab in the ribs. Causing you to curl into yourself but not stopping your laughter.

“Fuck you, Nes.” She rolls her eyes as she shoves you. “Now move so I can get a shower.”

Moving from the bed so she can get up too, you get your laughter under control and just in time because as she stands she covers her mouth and runs to the bathroom, throwing up. Following after her you pull her hair back and rub her back until she’s done. Once she sits back you grab a cool towel and wipe her face, she looks up at you through her lashes. “You did this to me, so you owe me a good fucking breakfast now.”

“If I could take this from you I would,” helping her to her feet, you wrap her in your arms. “I’m making pancakes, so get your shower and it will be ready for you.” She nods and you head to the kitchen.

The two of you enjoy breakfast together and then get dressed, luckily she still has some clothes at your place. Once you were both ready you made your way to the doctors office.

As the two of you were waiting in the waiting room you couldn’t help but see the women at different stages of pregnancy, you couldn’t wait to see Hailey with a bump, your baby growing. She takes your hand in hers causing you to look at her. “Are you excited?”

You can’t help the large smile on your face, “So excited!”

“Miss. Teller?” The nurse at the door calls her name and the two of you make your way towards her. “You’ll be in room 4, no need for a gown. Just go ahead and she’ll be in to see you.”

As you both sit in the small exam room, you can’t help but feel nervous and you notice Haileys hands fidgeting. Grabbing one hand you look at her and smile, “Don't be nervous, Hailey.”

“I know, I'm just worried because it’s still early.” Grabbing the side of her head you pull her towards you, kissing her temple.

“It’s going to be perfect, I can feel it.” You assure her. A knock on the door startles both of you, causing her to jump.

“Hi, Hailey! It’s good to see you again.” The doctor walks in smiling, “How are you feeling?”

“Good, morning sickness isn’t too bad, just occasional, I’m mostly tired which really isn’t that different from normal for me.” She chuckles and you can’t help but nod and laugh with her. “This is Nestor,” Hailey turns and her eyes meet yours, “the dad!”

“It’s nice to meet you, Nestor.” The doctor reaches out to shake your hand. “So, how excited were you?” She asks you.

“I can’t even explain it, I’ve been waiting for this day since we were like 17.”

Everyone chuckles at that. She asks Hailey to get on the table and lift her shirt. As she does you move next to Hailey and she immediately grabs your hand. Once the gel is in her tummy the doctor begins moving the ultrasound wand around her belly and you hold your breath until you hear the steady whooshing of the heartbeat. Tears immediately forming in your eyes.

“My God, Hailey,” she looks up at you seeing the tears in your eyes and she rests her hand on your cheek. “Look at our baby.”

“This little one is looking so strong, mama. You are doing a great job.” Her doctor praises and you can’t help but feel even more love for Hailey. Looking down at her she’s got the most beautiful smile, so proud looking at her baby. “Your next appointment I’ll be able to tell you what you are having. Let me print you some more pictures.”

She helps to get Hailey cleaned off and then grabs the newest pictures, handing them to you as she answers a few of Haileys questions. You’re staring at the picture of your baby, and the emotions inside are storing and you can’t wait to hold this baby in your arms.

As the doctor leaves you wait as Hailey gathers the information sheets and then you grab her hands pulling her into a hug. “Thank you! I can’t believe we’re pregnant and I know I don’t deserve you or this baby, but you are letting me be here and I can’t thank you enough. I love you.”

Her hands move to hold your head and she pulls you down to her, smashing her lips with yours, “You deserve us.” She whispers before pecking your lips again. “We love you too!” This time you kiss her lips.

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* I don’t know why but the only characters I see getting into arranged marriages are Gojo Satoru and Nanami Kento

* Gojo is kinda obvious, he’s a part of a pretty prestigious and affluential family So it makes sense they have a more selective breeding process

* More on that later-

* But Nanami is the real curveball

* Idk something about salaryman Nanami who’s incredibly disillusioned with Japanese corporate culture and who daydreams of retiring in some low-cost country in twenty years just screams arranged marriage material to me

* Like on paper he seems perfect, makes a good salary, has a calm and collected disposition, he’s pretty handsome too

* He’s a little cold, and he doesn’t seem to talk too much

* But the aunties all assure you that’s a good thing

* Wouldn’t you rather have a calm husband than a hot-headed one?

* Your first ‘date’ is a walk in the garden while your respective families talk and iron out the details

* You appear calm on the outside as you walk beside him, but I promise you’re short-circuiting on the inside

* He’s so tall!!!

* You saw on his marriage resume that he was above six feet, but you hadn’t really processed it until he was standing right beside you

* You’re pretty sure he seems even taller because of his stern face

* You try to steal a peak from the corner of your eye but all you can make out is his shoulder

* Ah Geez, even if you’re pretty tall yourself this guy is ridiculously tall

* “Careful, It’s slippery here,” he says offering you his arm.

* You wrap your hands around his arm-

* And this guy is totally ripped!

* You can feel the hard muscle as he guides you down

* He’s not even flexing!!

* With that body and his salary he could probably date anyone he wants so-

* “Why are you agreeing to an arranged marriage?” The words escape you unconsciously and your hand flies over your mouth

* Did you just say that out loud?!?!?

* It’s not the most revealing thing to say at one of these things, but the elders in your house did scold you for “just trying to make conversation” the first time you said something like that on one of these “outings”

* Nanami doesn’t seem offended though, his expression not shifting in the slightest

* “This just feels like the right time”

* You tilt your head to the side

* Nanami means that since he’s chosen to go back to be a Jujutsu sorcerer, this might be his only chance to have a ‘normal’ domestic life

* And it’s selfish, he knows that

* Any day now he could die at his new ‘job’ and leave his new spouse all alone

* But try as he might he can’t stop himself from wanting this

* From wanting to come home to someone, from wanting to have someone to enjoy whatever time he has left

* And he knows if he dies like this, full of regret and remorse, he’ll only become a curse

* So he needs this

* You think what he means though, is that he’s just reached that marriageable age

* You get it, you’re at the age yourself

* You never really met anyone it worked out with romantically

* Either it didn’t work out with you, or you didn’t like their family, or they didn’t like your family-

* It makes you feel a little better than even a total smokeshow like Nanami has trouble meeting someone at this age

* “I’m the same way” you grin at him, with a small laugh and he smiles at you, letting you hold his arm for the rest of your stroll

* You enter a “courting” period with him shortly afterward

* Which means mandatory outings every Sunday since it’s the only day you both have off

* You figure you’ll spend most of the courting dates at pretty somber places but Nanami takes you everywhere

* The aquarium, the zoo, museums, botanical gardens, anywhere that’s lively really

* “Why do you always take me to places like this?” You ask as you walk beside him in the amusement park

* Someone like Nanami doesn’t strike you as the kind of person that comes to places like this

* He holds that same neutral expression as always

* “I guess....I’ve always wanted to come here with someone” You feel his hand brush against your own, and when you look up to him you see there’s a light pink dusting across those sharp cheekbones

* Awww cute!!!!!

* Without hesitation you grab his hand in yours, earning a startled look from him for a second before it softens

* “Where else do you want to go Nanami-San?”

* “Anywhere is fine, as long as it’s with you.”

* Nanami might look strict, but he’s actually a huge softie

* Catch him leaving early from work/working longer hours during the week even when he’s got work to do just so he can make you’re regularly scheduled outings

* “Are you sure this is okay Nanami-San?” You ask, he looks pretty worn out honestly, you wouldn’t mind skipping a day, you’re not going to call off the engagement just because he canceled one date.

* “I wanted to see you”

* Welp, there goes your heart

* Racing along like it always does when you’re with this man

* You decide to change the venue from a bicycle tour of the city to watch a movie

* It’s one of those B-Rated comedies since you got tickets last minute

* Nanami actually falls asleep on your shoulder ten minutes in, you don’t have the heart to wake him though

* “Rest all you need”

* Nanami is a pretty traditional guy, I feel like he wouldn’t really make a move while you guys are “courting” outside of a kiss stolen here or there

* I bet you have a small engagement party and a nice traditional wedding ceremony

* Nanami probably (reluctantly) introduces you to Gojo who whistles low when he sees you

* “So that’s your type huh Kento? I always thought you were married to your work”

* Nanami has to restrain himself from beating Gojo

* “Pay him no mind, he’s just an idiot”

* Gojo is kind of like your adopted child tbh, catch him hanging around your house, eating your food, and teasing Nanami just to get a ride out of him for his own entertainment.

* “Oi Dad I need more money I want to go hang out with my friiiieeeends!!!”

* Cue you laughing as Nanami tries to control Gojo’s single brain cell

* Lololololol

* Nanami isn’t perfect, sometimes he has trouble communicating or making you feel validated

* But he loves you a lot, and he always makes sure to respect you

* And when you’re around him, life always feels fun, and exciting, and full

* What more could you ask for?

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