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[woso-dreamzzz]

Barcelona

Hardersson x Daughter!Reader

Part of The Big Adventures Universe

Summary: Your first day at Barcelona

Your first day at Barcelona starts a week after Momma and Morsa give you Prins. He's an absolute sweetheart and you coo softly at him after getting back from your morning run.

You're trying to get yourself into a routine so a morning run was what you settled on - even though you weren't really a morning person.

Prins' tail wags happily as you unclip his leash and he runs off to lap at his water bowl.

You check your phone as you go to grab your training bag.

There's a few texts from Tia Tana and Alexia, both wishing you good luck on your first day that you shoot off thank yous to before you crouch down to run a hand through Prins' fur.

"I'll be home soon," You promise him," Don't tear apart my stuff."

He yips at you and you take that as agreement, slipping out the front door.

You live close to the training ground and take a deep breath. You've already signed your contract and done the media commitments so this is your first day actually training with the team.

You stand outside the changing room and take a deep breath to calm your nerves, clenching your fist to steel yourself as you head inside.

There's blur in front of you and suddenly you feel like you're being crushed. You recognise this feeling though and hug back, resting your head in her neck.

"I've missed you," Natalia says, pulling back to cup your face.

You feel your cheeks go red and hope she doesn't notice. "I missed you too," Is what you say back.

She pulls you in for another hug, kisses raining down on your head inbetween a desperate slur of English and Spanish.

Natalia keeps chattering away to you as you change. You think her eyes linger a little bit when you've got your top off but you don't want to give yourself hope so you try to ignore it.

Natalia's just a touchy person. Whatever feelings you have for her shouldn't be projected onto what she may feel for you.

Her hand grips yours as she pulls you out onto the pitch, making brief introductions to everyone for you.

"I don't know how you expect me to get to know everyone if you keep dragging me away," You laugh.

"I want to keep you all to myself for a little bit longer," She says, her eyes boring into yours like there's something else she wants to say," Is that so wrong?"

You shake your head, lacing your fingers with hers. "No. There's nothing wrong with that."

"Good." Natalia steps further into your space until you're close enough to feel her breath on your lips.

It takes you back to your first kiss with her, when the Spain team had made the journey all the way over to Denmark again and you took her to a little café after the match. You had a nice afternoon snack and then walked with her to the park where you confessed you had never kissed someone before. She had pressed her lips to yours in that instant.

Because she was a good friend and good friends helped their friends when they're feeling nervous.

Your heart had sped up in that moment just like it was speeding up now.

"I'm selfish," Natalia continues," I like having you all to myself. The others can have you next week. This week you're mine."

You smile at her shyly as her own grin widens and she tugs you over to where the manager is gathering everyone around.

Barcelona training is a bit more intense than Arsenal training but you're still running off your World Cup fitness so you adapt pretty quickly. Your Momma said once that you're good like that, that you can adapt to anything and blend in with a group like a little chameleon.

Admittedly, she said that to you when you were a lot younger but you're happy to keep the comparison even now.

There's only a few breaks in the pace of training and, every time, Natalia comes back into your orbit. She's always touching you in some way but her preferred position is standing behind you, arms wrapped around your waist and chin hooked around your shoulder.

Having her so close makes goosebumps rise on your body and your heart thumps so hard that you're a little bit scared she's going to hear it.

You write it all off as her being Spanish though, even as soft little kisses are pressed to your neck. They're a bit ticklish and you flinch away.

"Stop it! I'm sensitive!"

"Oh?" Natalia quirks a brow, smiling like a wolf," You're sensitive, are you? That's nice to know."

Like usual whenever Natalia's around, your face burns red and you distract yourself by chugging half of your water in one go. But, despite your embarrassment, you lean back into her body, allowing her to support most of your weight as you both sway slightly as you wait around for the gym equipment to be set up.

"Hey," Natalia says softly, directly in your ear like you're the only two out on the pitch," Do you want to go to dinner tonight? There's this nice place near my apartment."

"What did I do to deserve dinner?"

"Survived your first day?" Natalia teases," Pulled of an incredible save against a goal that should have been mine?"

You laugh. "I'm wise to your tricks. You're not putting one past me."

"Oh, come on! Not even a little one?"

"No chance."

"Fine. But, really, dinner?"

"I would," You say," But Prins-"

"Bring him with. I'd love to meet him in person. Come on, what have I got to say to get you to agree?"

"Fine," You say," Dinner with you and Prins. Send me the address."

"I'll pick you up," Natalia replies with a wink," Can't have such a pretty girl walking around alone."

That moment, along with many others, get captured by the media team documenting your first day.

When Magda wakes up the next morning, it's to notifications from the Barcelona Instagram page and she scrolls through it to see if you're featured.

She doesn't know if it's anger or relief that bubbles up in when she sees your face in the pictures but it's definitely anger when she spots Natalia holding you tight against her body.

Your head is tilted back on the other's girl shoulder and you're beaming up at her as one of her hands is under your arm, holding your shoulder and pressing you back against her while the other is splayed out on your hip.

You're both smiling.

She flicks to the next picture and the next, each of them showing you and Natalia in various positions, curled around each other like you're the only two people there.

"Hmm," Pernille says as she rolls over and begins to wake up," Magda? What is it? Has something happened?"

"Is Natalia sleeping with our daughter?

"Huh? What?"

"Is Natalia planning on sleeping with our daughter? I mean, look!" She shoves the phone into Pernille's face.

"I won't lie but she's probably thought about it before. You know what Natalia's like. She's smitten."

"Smitten?" Magda scoffs," That's what you're going with?!"

"I could say patient as well," Pernille replies," I don't know many girls who would pine over someone for so long." She sits up and properly looks at the photos. "Although, I don't think she'll have to wait much longer. Princesse is smitten too."

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The Younger Kind Part 4 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: After you helped him with his dating app, Bradley goes out with a woman who should have snagged his interest. But it's a little hard to pay attention to someone else when he's constantly thinking about you. And it doesn't help that Nat easily calls him out on his crush. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 3500 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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For a split second on Friday night, you had managed to convince yourself that the sooner you helped Bradley get matched up with someone, the better it would be for you personally. 

You'd be able to stop thinking about him as a hot, single dad and be able to focus on him as the hot, taken dad who you occasionally babysat for. You could still go over and watch Noah when he and his girlfriend went out for a date night, which you wouldn't mind doing at all. 

And that's why you had helped him get his dating app sorted out. Because the sooner you could stop thinking about eating popcorn with him on his couch, both of you in sweats, the better. There was no way that man was interested in you. Sure, he was a little flirty at times. Yeah, he had brushed your cheek when he put the crown back on your head. But it was probably all because he could tell that the babysitter had a crush on him, and he was trying to be nice.

You were surprised to hear from him on Wednesday morning when you were getting out of the shower before class. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Are you available tonight?

God, it hadn't taken long for him to chat with one of the women on the app and get a date set up. 

I'm free. What time do you want me to watch Noah?

You felt your shoulders sag as you got dressed. You needed to chill out. The only thing you should be worrying about later this evening was Noah and studying for your exams. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I'm meeting someone at 6:30. Be here at 6?

Yeah. You would be there. 

When you pulled into his driveway at 5:45, you were happy to see his Bronco was already there. You were also annoyed that Greyson was blowing up your phone. You knew what he wanted, but you had been avoiding him all week. You were beginning to think that this "ex with benefits" arrangement wasn't really working for you. 

After shoving your phone into your bag, you knocked on the front door and called out, "Hi! It's me."

"We're in the kitchen."

You followed Bradley's voice, and when you spotted Noah at the table, his face lit up as he mispronounced your name. You were instantly smiling back, but that didn't last long. Because when you saw Bradley standing at the stove, he was wearing his flight jumpsuit tied low around his waist with a tight, black tee shirt. 

"Hey, Princess," he said, glancing at you over his shoulder. And with just two words and some black fabric, you were a little turned on. 

"How are you two boys doing?" you asked as casually as you could while watching Bradley's biceps stretching his shirt sleeves. 

'Good!" Noah cheered, eating a bowl of dry cereal with his hands. 

"Fine," Bradley replied. "Be a lot better if I had time to go grocery shopping. Thanks for making the spaghetti and meatballs for us." He turned to look at you again, his eyes lingering on your lips. 

"Don't you need to get ready for your date?" you asked, closing the distance between the two of you. 

"Yeah, but I'm starving. Need to eat something before dinner."

You looked at the pan on the stove. "What are you trying to make?"

"Eggs," he replied, turning to look down at you with a small smile. "Trying being the operative word."

"You're useless in here," you told him, pushing him toward the hallway. "Go get ready and I'll make you some eggs." His body was warm and hard, and it was clearly a mistake for you to touch him like this. 

"You don't have to do that," he said, laughing as he pretended you were actually capable of pushing him around. 

"I actually don't know how you managed to survive this long without me," you said, pushing him all the way to his bedroom door before he surrendered. 

"You have a valid point."

You felt buoyant as you walked back to the kitchen and made Bradley an onion and cheese omelet while you sang with Noah. "You want ants on a log?" you asked, tousling his hair. 

"I love them!" he cheered, but when you checked the refrigerator, there were no carrots left. Pretty much the only thing in there was the French vanilla coffee creamer, which instantly made you smile. You took it out and started brewing some coffee in Bradley's fancy coffee maker. 

"Is this for me?" Bradley asked, buttoning up his Hawaiian shirt right in front of you and nodding to the omelet. 

"Yep, should hold you over until your actual dinner," you said as he grabbed a fork and took a huge bite.

He moaned. He literally moaned as he ate the food you made for him. You watched him take bite after bite until it was all gone. You wished he'd use his mouth on you next. 

"That was delicious. Thank you."

You just nodded and cleared your throat. "Mind if I take Noah out in the car with me? I thought he might like the bayside playground."

"Sure. I'll put his car seat in your car before I leave," Bradley said, kissing Noah on his head. 

Once again, you thought about him kissing you there as he smiled and headed out for his date. 

"Noah, feel like going to the playground?"

"I want ants on the logs," he insisted, having finished his cereal. 

You sighed, and just as you heard Bradley pull out of the driveway, you decided to see how much money he kept behind the TV. A hundred bucks. You could go grocery shopping for a decent amount of food with a hundred dollars. 

"Should we go buy more carrots and raisins?" you asked Noah, tucking the money into your pocket. "You can pick out a treat, and then I'll make you ants on the logs before bedtime."

You ended up at the grocery store, trying to make a game out of everything to keep him entertained while you tried to maximize the money. Hopefully Bradley wouldn't be annoyed, but you figured he needed as much help as he could get. Noah was sweet, but doing everything by yourself was too hard. 

"More cereal?" you asked, and you let Noah pick out Cheerios. "And milk this time?"

When headed back to Bradley's house with ninety-eight dollars worth of groceries and Noah in tow, you couldn't help but imagine staying all night and getting more meals ready for them. 

You managed to make Noah's snack while you unpacked the groceries. "I need my crown!" he said, running to his bedroom and returning with his yellow, construction paper crown. "Get yours, too!"

You ran your fingers along his cheek. "I don't know what happened to mine. Should we make a new one?"

Noah laughed and took you by the hand. "It's in daddy's room."

You let him lead you down the hallway. "Is it?" you asked, entering Bradley's room all the way for the first time. It was tidy and it smelled like him. But you stopped short when you saw it. 

Your purple crown was hanging on one of the bedposts. 

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Bradley was actually enjoying himself. His date with Talia was going way better than either of his previous dates. Not only did she tell him she loves kids, she asked to see some pictures of Noah.

Bradley paused for a beat as he swiped past the selfie of you in the crown and the photo you had taken for his dating profile. Then he showed Talia some pictures of Noah, and she made a fuss over how adorable he was. But now Bradley was thinking about what you and Noah might be doing at home right now. He got so distracted he barely heard what Talia was asking him. 

"Sorry, what was that?" he asked, watching her lick chocolate cake from her fork with mild interest. 

She giggled softly. "I was asking if you wanted to plan for a second date? Maybe this weekend? When we can stay out later? You said you had a reliable babysitter."

Bradley scrutinized her face for a moment. She was pretty. She seemed really sweet. She wanted to go out with him again.

"How about I send you a message? Maybe we can make something work."

When Bradley said goodbye outside the restaurant, Talia leaned in and kissed him on the cheek, grazing his mustache as she pulled away. 

"Goodnight, Bradley. Talk soon," she said with a grin. But he felt nothing. 

During the short drive home, he tried to convince himself to take Talia up on her second date offer, but it just wasn't working. But when he pulled into his driveway next to your car, he found himself jumping out of the Bronco and jogging up his front steps to get inside as quickly as he could. 

"Hi," you whispered, looking up from your spot on the couch. You had a textbook open on your lap, and you were wearing the paper crown. Either you or Noah must have retrieved it from his bedroom. The idea of you in there thrilled him a little too much. 

"Hi," he replied with a grin. "How was Noah?"

"Good. How was your date?"

"Good." His heart was beating a little faster as you set your book aside and straightened up on the couch. 

"Oh. You think you'll go out with her again?" 

Bradley couldn't help but think you looked a little disappointed. "Not sure."

"I'm beginning to think you're just really, very picky, Bradley."

He blew out a breath, dropping onto the couch next to you, loving the way you said his name. "Huh. I never considered that."

"You don't like martinis. You don't like the opera. You don't like women under twenty-four or over forty. All those martini sipping, opera loving grannies of San Diego might be just what you need." 

Bradley was doubled over laughing, looking at your smirk.

"I mean, who does that even leave for you to date?" you asked, clearly trying not to laugh.

You.

Jesus Christ. He needed to stop thinking about you like that. There was no chance in hell that was ever going to happen. Which was a real shame, because you made him laugh every single time he was with you. 

"Oh, I hope you don't mind, but Noah and I went grocery shopping."

"You did?" he asked, his laughter turning to surprise. 

"Yeah. I used the cash behind the TV," you told him with a wince. "I hope that was okay. I didn't want to bother you during dinner."

Okay? It was more than okay. He couldn't believe you had done that for him and Noah. 

"I also made you dinner for tomorrow night. Chicken fajitas that you can reheat." 

Now he was just staring at you blankly. "You don't have to do any of that stuff."

You just shrugged. "If you don't want me to, I won't. But honestly, Bradley? It looks like you could use the help around here. You're kind of shit in the kitchen."

"You caught onto that, huh?" he asked, involuntarily inching closer to you on the couch. "What gave it away?"

"Oh, I guess the fact that Noah asked me about a hundred times to leave more food in the little plastic containers for him."

Bradley reached out and ran his finger along your crown. "Did you wear that to the store?"

Your eyes fluttered closed briefly. "No. It wasn't until almost bedtime that Noah wanted to wear our crowns. I didn't know you kept it."

He just nodded. He should be embarrassed that it had been hanging on his bed. 

"I like your bedroom," you whispered. 

Bradley swallowed hard, trying to think of something to say, but you beat him to it.

"Why aren't you sure about a second date?"

His response was out before he could consider it. "Aren't there supposed to be sparks?"

You pressed your lips together and nodded. "Ideally."

"Didn't feel them," he replied with a shrug.

"Shame." 

He watched you stand and stretch, just like last time. But your shirt rode up, and Bradley could see your skin, and he wanted to press his lips there. He quickly stood as well. "Um, I'll get the carseat out of your car," he mumbled. "And if you're going to insist on being exceptionally helpful again in the future, I'll leave you my credit card for groceries."

"Okay," you replied, reaching up on your toes and gently putting the crown on his head. "Want to put that back in your room for safe keeping?"

Every ounce of his being wanted to suggest you take it there yourself and wait for him. 

"Okay," he told you instead. 

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Bradley paced around the hangar, waiting for his turn to hit the skies. 

"What is your problem?" Nat asked him as she sat calmly on one of the benches. "I thought you'd be completely chill right now. You've been on a bunch of dates."

Bradley stopped and looked at her. "What does that have to do with anything?"

Nat just rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you didn't get your rocks off yet?"

"No," he practically growled. "I haven't even been on a second date."

"You know, you can have one without the other, right?"

Bradley ran his hands over his face. "I don't want to start doing that."

Nat stood up and stepped in front of him, placing her hands on his chest to stop him pacing. He hadn't even been aware he had started pacing again. 

"How long has it been since you were intimate with someone?"

Bradley shrugged and didn't want to look at her. "A year."

Nat wrapped her arms around him as well as she could with them both wearing their flight suits. He felt instantly better. He should have known it would be okay to talk to her about stuff. 

"Oh, okay. I get it now. You need it to be special."

"Kind of," he replied, looking down at her as she nodded up at him. 

"I'll stop busting your balls about it then."

"Appreciate that."

"Why don't you tell me about your dates?" she prompted, patting him on the shoulder as she released him.

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Not much to tell. Rebel just wanted to hookup. One didn't like kids. The one I went out with the other day was okay. I should have wanted a second date; I know she certainly did. But there wasn't anything really drawing me in? I don't know, Nat."

"Well, how's the babysitter working out?"

Bradley felt himself relax when he thought about you. "Oh, she's great. She's so funny," he said, smiling as he thought about you picking on him for being useless in the kitchen. "She always eats Skittles. And she knows the most random music. Did I mention she knows how to cook? Like really cook? She's good at it. And she likes fancy coffee creamers just like me. She even took Noah to the grocery store with her, so my fridge has actual food in it. And Noah asks for her all the time. She brings him coloring books, and she taught him how to sing the alphabet song backwards."

"Oh my God," Nat said, grinning wildly now. "You have a crush on your babysitter."

Bradley knew he was blushing. He could feel the immediate rush of heat to his face. 

"What does she look like?" Nat asked, looking smug as hell.

Bradley huffed out a breath and looked up at the ceiling, willing the redness to recede from his cheeks. "Real cute."

Nat squealed when Bradley took his phone out and found the selfie you had sent to him. "You took a picture of her!"

He shook his head. "She sent it to me. When I was out last weekend. She and Noah made the paper crowns, and she sent me a picture of Noah first."

When Nat started to stare into his soul, he should have known he was in deep shit. "And you asked her for a selfie?" she said, exuding confidence. He nodded and she said, "You asked your cute babysitter to send you a selfie when you were on a date with another woman. No wonder your dates aren't working out!" She slapped him hard on the chest.

"Ow! What was that for?"

"You're thinking about getting your dick wet with the babysitter."

Bradley absolutely could not deny that. He'd been thinking about you in a lot of different ways, including some that were definitely not rated G.

"Nat, just because I'm thinking it doesn't mean I'm going to shoot my shot with her."

"Well, why not?" she asked, putting her helmet on as they got called out to their Super Hornets.

Bradley scoffed as he followed her out into the sunlight. "She's twelve years younger than me. She's still finishing school. I have a fucking child and a lot of baggage. The list goes on and on. I'm going to focus on finding someone suitable. Someone a little older."

"If you like her, I say go for it. But don't just fuck her because she's fun and you think she's cute. Don't do that to her. Or Noah."

Bradley was more confused than ever at the moment, and he needed to clear his head before he took off.

"I wouldn't do that to myself either, Nat." He wasn't just trying to hookup with some random woman; he could do that after an hour at the Hard Deck if he really wanted to.

"Well I want to meet her. This weekend. I'll take you out on Saturday night and meet her then."

He sighed. "I have a date on Friday. Let me see if she's even free to watch Noah both nights."

"Great," Nat replied, turning toward her own aircraft. "And then I'll be the judge of the matter of you getting your dick wet," she called over her shoulder.

Bradley cringed as the ground staff all looked at him as he power walked away. 

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Bradley asked if you could babysit Noah on back to back nights. Friday and Saturday. Was he already planning a first date followed immediately by a second date? He had probably really hit it off with someone over the app chat feature. It was the only thing that made sense, and he was just trying to cover all of his bases. 

You could watch Noah both nights if you cancelled your plans to hang out with Greyson. The fact that you would rather get to see Bradley for a total of thirty minutes over spending the night with Greyson was telling. 

Yeah, I can come over both nights if you pay me a bonus in fancy coffee from that shop again. 

When you checked your phone at lunchtime while you ate between your classes, Bradley's response made you laugh. 

Bradley Bradshaw: You mean I have to flirt with the barista again? Princess, I'll get kicked out permanently. 

You were smiling nonstop as you typed out a response. 

Do it for me and my caffeine needs? Besides, I doubt the barista will mind being chatted up by you in particular. 

You really shouldn't be encouraging this. It was not a good idea. This man was not available for you. 

Bradley Bradshaw: Oh yeah, Princess? What's that supposed to mean?

Shouldn't he be working right now? Didn't he have a jet he should be flying around in? You couldn't help yourself. You were too excited by the prospect of flirting with him. 

Have you seen yourself? I have full confidence that your flirting capabilities can score me a free coffee. 

You hustled along to your next class, but when you checked your phone again at the end of the day, he had texted you back again.

Bradley Bradshaw: Good to know. See you tomorrow.

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Bradley wasn't sure why he was doing it, but he managed to leave base a little early on Friday, giving him time to stop at the coffee shop. He picked Noah up with your French vanilla coffee in his cup holder, and now the Bronco smelled sweet and reminded him of you. 

"Can I play with my babysitter?" Noah asked as Bradley buckled him into his car seat. 

Bradley smiled. "Sure, bub. You can play with her."

"She's my favorite," Noah said. "Is she your favorite?" 

Bradley nodded at his son and said, "Yeah. She's my favorite, too."

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And now Nat is about to get involved again. Could be a good thing, could be a bad thing. I hope you enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

PART 5

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[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for being too close to my childhood best friend?

(This is so long I'm so sorry, there's just a fair bit of info.)

Me (22F) and Jake (23F) grew up together. Our mothers were friends for years and got pregnant around the same time, and we've basically been side by side our whole lives. We consider each other platonic soulmates and siblings.

Jake has had a girlfriend (Lucy, 23F) for the last seven months. I really like Lucy, she's so funny, so interesting, and she clearly makes Jake happy. There's been one or two awkward moments between us, but its never been anything that lingered or caused problems.

Now I know how people generally act/think about "the girl best friend" so when Jake said he was thinking of asking Lucy out, I made sure to back off a bit. Instead of having a brate (bro date, just hanging out doing something like bowling, Maccas, movie theatre, ect) once a week I said we should have one once a month, I don't call him just to hang on the phone together anymore, I make sure to not message at all on the days I know they have dates planned, ect.

I've really, really done my best to not get in the way, to make sure Lucy knows he really is just my brother, and I've tried to give them both space as someone who is not involved in their relationship.

I thought I was doing really well because its never really come up until this week. It was Jake and I's brate day and we decided to go to the mall so I could shop for clothes and he could get the slushies he likes there. Lucy knew where we'd be, and "happened" to show up, which was fine. Like I said, I like hanging out with her, and I actually thought it was cool I could get another girl's opinion on my outfit.

Jake decided to try on some clothes too while he was there and it turned into something of a mini fashion show of both of us showing off our possible choices. Lucy seemed to alternate between really having fun and going quiet. She refused to try on any herself but grinning and laughing while Jake and I were, and while we were taking turns playfully hyping each other up.

Jake tried on a pair of jeans and I was teasing him and said "damn dude, look at all that ass" trying to make him embarrassed. This was when Lucy muttered something I didn't quite hear, and politely suggested I should leave. Both Jake and I were really confused and taken aback and Lucy kind of shrugged and said things like this were things couples should do, and it was really inappropriate of me to make a sexual comment about her boyfriend while she was right there.

I didn't want to make a scene so I said I'd go, but Jake argued back and said it was clearly just joking around and he's sick of her getting upset at literally anything I do, or he does with me, which was surprising because it was the first I heard that she's had actual complaints.

We all wound up sitting down in the food court to talk and Lucy basically said that she's growing more and more uncomfortable with how close Jake and I are as her and Jake get closer, even though Jake and I's interactions have drastically dropped since they started dating. She thinks its weird we have friendship bracelets (our families went on a double vacation when we were 14 and me and Jake bought those cheap seaside shell bracelets in matching colors, that's literally it) and we hang out alone once a month (even though she's been invited multiple times and always refuses) and she thinks its even weirder than our families are so close and call us siblings.

I won't lie, it killed me inside, but I offered to back off entirely and only be around Jake in group settings, if at all, but Jake cut in and said that wasn't a compromise he was willing to make, and asked Lucy to talk more in private. They left together and trying to be respectful, I haven't reached out at all to either of them while they talk it through.

Jake's mom came over today to hang out with mine, and wound up telling me the last few days Jake has been stressed out, miserable, and isn't sure about staying with Lucy. She said it was a shame because Lucy seemed so nice, but she also said she was proud of him because I was family and Lucy's insecurity wasn't reasonable.

It made me feel sad and like I was hurting Jake by interfering with his relationship again, so I asked some of my online friends from a game I play and the opinion was kind of split. They all agreed I've never spoken about Jake in a way that hinted I liked him, but also that as girls, they'd feel weird anyway about knowing their boyfriend had this close bond with another girl, and they'd be wondering what the future would look like and if our friendship would get in the way of choices like moving, starting a family.

Now I feel completely lost and honestly a little scared of both losing Jake and apparently ruining his life by being so close to him. None of the rest of our IRL friend group has ever brought anything up about it, and I don't know if this is Lucy being jealous or if this is my fault.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

[gavisuntiedboot]

Should I keep Going? (Gavi x reader)

28 day writing prompt challenge - prompts are linked here

Day 2: Washing your hair for you.

If you haven't heard this song yet, listen to it now, as it inspired today's writing.

Since the day he met you, Gavi had a slight obsession with your hair. When he met you it had been slicked back for the formal event you both attended. Later that week on your date, you left it to flow freely in its natural state, delicately framing your face. At the end of your third date, it had been a wild mess laid over his white sheets.

Whenever he got the chance (and whenever you would let him), he would run his fingers through your hair, massaging your scalp on cuddly nights, and giving it a soft tug when he was feeling playful. This evening, he was thinking about you while lounging on the couch, playing FIFA online with some of his teammates. He was engrossed in the game, trying to prevent Pedri from scoring, when he felt something grab his shoulders. Gavi Jumped to his feet and let out a little yelp of surprise. He turned around to find you leaning over the back of the couch, laughing as you gripped your cage.

"Ay Pablo don't yell into the headset." "Sorry guys give me a second."

He ripped off the headphones and looked at you.

"Hi Pablito. Sorry for scaring you, but that was the funniest thing that's happened all week."

"I wasn't scared." "Mhm sure. That's why you screamed. And why your hands are still shaking. Because you weren't scared."

Gavi huffed and grabbed his headset again. falling angrily back on the couch as he pressed resume on his game.

"Hermano, we know women can be scary, but if your own girlfriend can scare you, then there's a problem."

Gavi groaned and rolled his eyes as the rest of the boys laughed. As he continued the game, you circled around to the front of the couch, laying with your head on his lap and your feet on the arm rest.

When the match ended, Gavi said his goodbyes to his teammates, and then switched the TV back to whatever show he was engrossed in earlier that day. As you scrolled on your phone, you felt Gavi slip his fingers into your hair, playing with the strands. You would normally lean into his touch, but today you pulled back, getting off his lap completely. Gavi looked at you with a look of hurt and confusion, like a little kid who had just gotten their ice cream taken away.

"Where are you going? Why'd you get up?" "My hair is dirty, Amor. I need to go wash it."

Gavi grabbed his phone and looked at the time. "It's 12:18 am. You've been working all day. You'll faint if you get in the shower, especially since you like to bathe in hell water."

"I know, but I feel really gross. I won't be able to sleep if I don't get in the shower."

"I'll do it for you." "Do what?" "Help you shower. Wash your hair."

"Pablo, I'm really tired I-" "My God I'm not trying to have shower sex. I just want to help you."

You looked up at him suspiciously. For all the maturity he displayed, he was still a teenage boy with a teenage hormone system. He put his hands up in an "I surrender" gesture, and you got off the couch, allowing him to lead you to the bathroom.

Gavi filled the tub with warm water, putting rose scented soap and oil in. He turned around so you could get undressed, and then helped you into the bath. The warm water was paradise on your aching muscles. You breathed in deeply and sighed, glad to have some relief.

Gavi moved to the other end of the shower and grabbed your hair care, as well as the bowl you used to wash your hair in the bath. He began gently running water over your hair, soaking the strands. He then poured out some shampoo and began massaging it into your scalp.

"Ah Pablo that feels amazing."

You leaned back into his touch, allowing your head to rest slightly against his shirt, creating a wet spot. He continued to lather your hair, and you leaned further back. Gavi leaned in to your exposed neck, placing a gentle kiss on the skin there. You hummed in satisfaction at the gesture. Taking this as a sign of approval, Gavi moved in closer to you. He placed his lips against your pulse and began peppering soft kisses on the skin there. He moved lower, kissing on the skin at your collar, and letting one hand fall from your head to rest against your chest. Your eyes opened and you sat straight up in the bath.

"Pablo! What did I say?"

"What? We're not having sex!"

"You're getting close."

"Am I? So I should keep going?"

"Pablo!"

"I'm kidding! I'm not trying to have sex. But you can't just be naked and wet and expect me not to touch you at all."

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A/N: Hi! Day two of my Feb writing challenge for Gavi. I think this one is really cute tbh. I was going to make it smuttier but I like the idea of some healthy relationship boundaries. And this song makes me sad and sappy.

On a personal note, I'm almost ready to submit my applications. I'm really proud of myself for all the work I've gotten done despite my anxiety. See y'all tomorrow for day 3!

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[bonnymori]

(1/2) From pasta guy, to boyfriend

A/N: i'm almost at episode 1030, finally the others are showing up more like Kid, Killer and Law; can't find any new Killer fics so decided my next work should be one

WC: 2,3k

Contents/Warnings: n/a, very light fic, modern!au ig, fluff, slice of life, gn!reader, trying out new format

Synopsis: Your cravings have led you to a small local restaurant, and surprisingly, bring you to a new romantic interest.

Noodles, spaghetti, pasta.

Sometimes they are all over your tiktok's for you page, or your youtube's feed shorts. That's how you end up awake at noon, looking closely at your phone as someone makes pasta from scratch in video. One can't help it, the process is so interesting although you've watched the same thing countless times: throw in a few eggs, flour, milk and salt in a bowl, mixing that soon gives you a puffy dough, from there the process gets overcomplicated– you just know the ingredients are the same every time.

You blame them for making you so hungry, and robbing you of your sleep.

That's also how you end up in front of a small luncherie, after spending too much time craving those delicious dishes, that you actually gave in and decided to go for it.

The front of the building looks so welcoming, a mix of pastel green and beige makes for a nice touch of painting, accompanied by the large window panes that give a view of the inside. Under your feet at the entrance is a doormat that says "benvenuto!" and upon your head, at the front of the shop is written "àite milis" as in the name of the place. Honestly you have no idea of both of their meanings, but you keep the words to yourself to translate them later.

Your entry isn't as peaceful as when you arrived, though, when the door is pushed outwards in the same time as you try to push it in to enter- whoever is inside was stronger, though, as you barely dodge it when it comes swinging your way with force, as if you hadn't even tried to push it.

"Agh!" You can't help but quip as you step back, avoiding being squashed between the door and the wall.

A surprised grunt comes from the doorframe, where a tall guy with a mask stands frozen, probably shocked with what just almost happened. You can't quite see his eyes from under those blond bangs, but he is surely looking at you wide eyed from the rise of his shoulders.

"Oh my, I'm very very sorry, I didn't see you behind the door."

The guy approaches, inspecting your face for any bruises – mainly because you are still spooked and planted to your feet. His warm hand lands on your shoulder, and you can't help but notice his whole arm looks crazy toned, and your face is lined perfectly with his chest since he's crazy tall too.

You don't let those thoughts cloud for long, taking a step back to look at him properly. "Sorry! Didn't see you coming out too, I got distracted by the place, haha."

"I- …" His head tilts slightly at your saying, and you notice how long his blond hair really is, as it weaves behind him when he turns, a few strands falling upon his shoulders by the movement. "Is that so? Why do you say that?"

"Well the colors are nice! What can I say, it's my first time here." You keep yourself from explaining your reasons during every exchange between strangers, but that only gives him more fuel to continue talking.

He nods, something in his posture changes from lax to a more attentive way– actually, he sorta looks… joyful. "I see, come inside then." His hand leaves your shoulder and waves you in, walking back inside with a skip on his step, so he is happy, why?

"It looks even better on the inside."

You can hear him call as you enter behind him, truthfully, you agree. The floor is boarded (but painted white) and the tables are also made with wood material, the brown matches well with the colors on the wall, white and blue that comes in stripes. The counter is the same color as the tables, it counts with a few comfortable looking stools. How cute, the tablecloths are black with white polka dots! Everything looks delicate and under measure, you can tell the owner has put his passion on every detail.

"So, liked it?"

The silence is broken by the mysterious blonde, you maintain a normal face but inside it gave you a big sudden scare.

"Yes! I think the place looks very delicate." You say what you really thought, to you it would be the best way of describing.

He nods more than once and rubs his hands together like a fly, it's hard to guess but from the movement under his mask, he might have smiled at your compliment, who can guess it.

Why are we talking about this anyway?

"Well…" he starts, as if able to listen to your thoughts, turning his body entirely in your direction and gathering himself in a very professional stance, "You are actually my first customer, so I'd like to accompany the experience with you, if you'd let me."

First customer.

"You're the boss!?" Your jaw drops, only slightly so as to not make yourself a complete fool in front of this handsome guy.

He nods, "It's been two days since I first opened the shop, without getting any new people in, so I'm extremely glad you have chosen this establishment. I'm sorry for the, cough, harsh welcoming." His body does all the talking as he speaks, making gestures and looking at the door, apologizing for the scare. He expresses himself very well for someone who's got almost his whole face covered.

…You can't help but giggle at his big introduction, although serious, he's just a silly guy.

"It's alright, can I get your name since you want to accompany me?" You said, following by the introduction of your name to him.

The man nods. "You can call me Killer."

Killer, huh, what?

You nod, not discarding the chance that it might be just his nickname, and make your way to a table near the window. You don't miss how Killer himself hands you the menu – at your curious stare, he answers that he doesn't have staff yet, it's him and him only, for now.

The menu… is a total road map. There's at least ten different types of noodles including lasagna pasta, each has different kinds of prepping and sauces to include. It's like ordering pizza but in italian… wait, pizza is also italian, right? Historically, nobody knows for certain, but… Anyway, you ultimately decide to order a plate from the popular section – not that the other options aren't good! But for today, keep it simple – that are basically those viral dishes that everybody knows from social media, as in a part of the menu that offers simpler options to choose from.

Today's dish will be… fettuccine alfredo! It should be good for starters.

Killer seems to jolt when you finally look his way again, like he wasn't staring at you all along. "I take you have decided what you are having?"

"Yes! Can I have a fettuccine alfredo, please?" You smile at him, such a polite guy.

He nods at the request, doing a small shoulder gesture you've seen him do before, signaling he's 'happy and ready'. Killer leaves to the back, soon you can hear the sounds of pans and pots being retrieved, as well as the smell of mouth watering food begins to waft through the place.

It's so good to smell, and not just watch it through a screen! You think to yourself, looking around and noting the small details all over his luncherie, finding especially interesting the small metal trinket on the counter, is it handmade?

Time goes like seconds, it's actually a really small pause before Killer comes out of the kitchen with a blue plate in hands, his long legs moving swiftly until he's beside your table and placing the dish in front of you. He lingers a little about even after delivering the order, fixing the folds on the tablecloth and thanking you again for coming to his restaurant.

He's really cute, you think, watching him head back to the counter, the way Killer fiddles about with his hands shows that he's maybe a little anxious, I would be nervous too with my first client.

You look down and damn, the dish looks amazing. The fettuccine normally has a whiter aspect thanks to the sauce, that becomes even more vibrant and appetizing in contrast to the blue colored plate. I hope I don't sound like a food critic, you think to yourself while swirling the first string of thick pasta on your fork, watching as it swirls smoothly with help of the white creamy sauce, it's making your mouth water.

Without thinking, you stuffed it in your mouth with no regrets, immediately melting at the way it explodes in your mouth. Yumm… I will definitely bring leftovers home.

It looks like I won't get any new customers besides Y/N, Killer muses to himself as he leans on the window. Sigh, he's a bit disappointed, but it's the reality of many newly established businesses. It doesn't stop the deep bubbling feeling that comes from his chest, knowing he should be starting on the dishes if he wants to close as soon as possible, since his mood has dampened again.

Right, I can't yet, I have someone over today, as if in cue with his thoughts, his head turns from the window to the person in the middle of his shop, who is humming delightfully as they eat the portion of fettuccine.

It puts him in sort of a daze, his cheeks spotting the faintest of blush, the sight of someone feeling so content while eating the result of his studies and hardwork, that's all I wanted. Killer is glad for his blonde bangs that hide the fact he can't bring himself to divert his eyes away, so touched by his work being appreciated. If the guys saw me acting this way, I wouldn't hear the end of it. After what seems ages, he shakes his head at the thought, slumping even more against the wall as all the exhaustion of setting up a business settles down on his shoulders.

Letting his eyes astray to that one table yet again, he can't help but think they're cute, his hard shell has lessened thanks to the excitement of receiving the first person to give a chance to his work, sure, but Killer can't help but watch them in a different glow from the way he would see other people.

And they like my food, that's a good sign- oh, they're looking at me, he jolts when he's suddenly caught staring, his hands twitching by the sudden spook– and now, they're… beckoning me closer?

Killer can't help but straighten up, fixing himself before strolling with newfound confidence to their table and sitting down across from them.

"It was delicious!" You told him with a big smile, patting the pudge on your stomach formed by his delicious, warming meal. "A pretty big portion too, are you sure the price is up to it?"

"Yes." His deep baritone almost filled the room, almost sending a shudder down your back. "It shouldn't be any higher, that would just scare off more people that it has."

He wasn't negative about it, just realistic. And also a tad nervous, not wanting to say anything awkward.

"I think it was great, actually, I promised- like- to bring leftovers for dinner to my family, do you make meals for takeout?"

Killer is at service, sure, but you still felt a little bad for asking this late, since it's probably rounding closing hours.

"Of course, I'd be delighted to." He responded quicker than you thought, more than happy to attend more work, it really shows he loves cooking, "So, how many portions would you want for takeout?"

"Three! I was thinking of bringing different dishes, you know? Another fettuccine so they can try it too, but I wanted to bring this one too, and…!"

Unnoticed by the both of you, soon, a discussion of what would be the best to bring back to your family started with the chef man, he knew how to add in his view on the subject but without suggesting in a way he wanted you to buy more, but like hey that's really good, it could go even better with this topping. Or I like that one, I think it's a really good choice. Killer was glad the conversation flowed so easily, himself also not noticing the fact a whole hour passed and they hadn't stopped talking, he felt like he wanted to get to know you better more and more through each minute, finding himself in a daze again, his brain filled by the thoughts of you entirely.

What brought him back to reality, though, was glancing down from your eyes – it was really hard – only to see the empty plate and silverware still on the table.

"Oh damn, I didn't see the time fly." A quick glance at the clock on the wall told him it was very late. He sat up, exasperatedly.

Still enough to make your family dinner, with how determined he looked.

Killer didn't even protest when you followed him inside the kitchen, the conversation flowing once again casually, he smiled at the way you found another of Kidd's trinkets, like the one – he persisted to gift Killer as decoration – at the counter.

He'd be sure to make them extra good just for you.

"Thank you so much for everything, Killer." You felt bad for keeping him so long, watching as the key chime when locking the door, disappearing along with his big hand inside his pants pocket.

"No such, I am, in fact, delighted for you."

For a moment, his sapphire blue irises stared into yours, drowning in the pools of color- both of you.

His hand on your shoulder was warm.

Fuschia lipstick marked your hand when his lips parted from your skin, smiling at you.

"I'd like to see you again."

At the end of the night, Killer's frustration had vanished - now that he's got your number.

#one piece #one piece fanfiction #one piece writing #killer one piece x reader #killer one piece x reader fluff #killer one piece #kid pirates #one piece kid pirates #op killer x reader #massacre soldier killer #one piece killer #one piece imagine #one piece x you #one piece x reader #one piece scenario

[vulpesverda]

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

Prank Master Aphelios

Content: No Warnings 》 SFW 》 Alune Included

Requests: Currently Open

Masterlist

K'Sante

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

Sett

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

Yone

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

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

Kayn

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

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

Ezreal

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

Aphelios

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

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

Alune

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

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AN: God I love aphelios. End note.

#tumblr wouldnt let me edit the draft with the actual ask in it #so its a screenshot instead #sorry lmao #heartsteel #league of legends #kayn #yone #heartsteel aphelios #heartsteel yone #aphelios #ezreal #heartsteel ezreal #heartsteel k'sante #sheida kayn #kayn league of legends #k'sante #sett #hearsteel #heartsteel sett #heartsteel kayn #heartsteel alune #alune #alune lol

[the-froschamethyst4]

Dad’s Best Friend

➤Day 9

𖤐 Pairing: Soap x F! Reader

𖤐 Pronouns: She/Her

𖤐Warnings: Smut, NSFW, age gap, language, P in V, eating out, dad's best friend, kissing, making out,

𖤐 AN: I would like to say this kind of clashes with hes-just-a-bit-older it's kind of the aftermath after Price finds out about Y/n and Soap's little incident.

𖤐 Summaries: The day Soap and Y/n had fucked, Soap and Y/n's relationship grew, and Price was definitely weary of the relationship. Price of course doesn't want his daughter hurt and he doesn't know how he feels seeing his best friend kiss his daughter every now and then.

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A Couple Years Later

Soap and Price were watching at football game (soccer for the American) Soap's team was winning and Price every time Soap's team would score Price would sink down into the couch as Soap would cheer.

Y/n was in her bedroom talking to her best friend. She would roll her eyes when she heard Soap cheer and Price groan. She's glad they're having fun and all, but she sometimes wishes they'd be quiet, so she could hear her best friend.

Her best friend wanted to go shopping and do a girl's day out and maybe go to a bar afterwards to have fun.

"I mean, I'll get ready, but we'll see on the bar, I'm not big on bars."

"Yeah, I understand, we don't have to go," her best friend Aria said.

"Yeah, I'll get ready and let you know." Y/n said as she hung up her phone and opened her closet pulling out an oversized t-shirt that was actually Price's old Military shirt that had 'Capt. J. Price' on the back and 'Task Force 141' on the front. It was worn out, the Task Force and Capt. J. Price where slightly creaking, and the J was fading. Luckily no holes or stains on it.

She then grabbed some black sweatpants because it was going to get cold when the sun will go down. She grabbed shoes, her wallet and texted Aria that she was ready.

She goes downstairs and sat on the love seat putting on her shoes. Price and Soap looked at Y/n getting ready to go somewhere.

"Where are you going?" Price asked.

"Aria, wants to do a girls day out, so I'll be gone for a while."

"How long is a while?" Price questioned his daughter.

"I don't know, what it's 12:30....maybe 5:00? I'm not sure," she said, putting her shoes on and kissing Price's cheek and going to Soap with a smile and kissed his lips.

Soap placed his hand on her lower back deepening the kiss.

"Okay, that's enough. It's already weird for me, seeing my best friend kissing my only daughter," Price said as Y/n pulled away with a red face and Soap just smirked.

Soap and Price are still close best friends, inviting each other to parties and anywhere to hang out like bars to talk and come over to each other's houses to watch a football match. Even though it's been 2 years of them being together, Price still finds it a bit weird that his best friend who's almost 40 years old, and his daughter is only in her late 20's and doing college work online.

Price allowed it because Y/n and Soap are happy together and he doesn't see anything wrong with it as long as his daughter isn't hurt by Soap, if Soap did hurt Y/n, Soap would be 6 feet under, and his tombstone would be saying 'died by strangulation, stabbing, shot, drowning, and fell off a cliff.'

"I'll be back," she said, walking out the door and going to Aria's car and they drove to the mall.

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6:00PM

Y/n had walked through the front door of her home, arms full of bags and her left hand held her phone and her right hand held a Starbucks drink.

They didn't have time to go to a bar or anything.

"I'M HOME!" Y/n shouted.

"He's not home." Soap said, coming around the corner of the kitchen holding a bowl of cereal.

"Where is he?" She asks, placing her bags down on the ground, and her drinks and phone on the counter.

"His work called him asking him to come in...he asked me to stay here till you got home to make sure everything's okay..." he said as he brought the spoon to his mouth and started to eat the cereal.

"I thought you wouldn't like fruit loops," she giggles at him, eating the cereal.

"Nah, it's good, just haven't had cereal in a while," he said. Y/n smiles at him and walks towards him. He placed the bowl down on the counter and held his little girlfriend's face and kissed her lips.

He pushed his tongue inside of her mouth. She slightly moans into the kiss, as his hands were placed on her hips, and he picks her up setting her on the counter. His hands went up her shirt and tossing it on the floor, he put his hand behind her back and unhooked her bra, letting it fall off her shoulders.

he grabbed the bra and tossed it on the shirt, his head goes down to her chest sucking on her breasts and squeezing her on breast as well. She moans and tangles her fingers into his hair.

His hands went to her sweatpants and pulled them off her lower half just leaving her in a cute black thong. He's never seen her in a thong before. Her hips just protruding from the small thin straps made him fucking melt. The small triangle just barely covering her clit and nothing covering her ass.

"Holy shit," he said with a red face.

"What? You don't like it?" She said, bring her leg up to cover herself but Soap stopped her.

"No, no, I love it. I fucking love it...you look so sexy with this on," he grabbed the thin straps hugging her sides and let them smack against her skin earning a soft moan from her.

"I don't even want to take these off of you. I want to see you just walk around in them...I want to fuck you in them..." he said, kissing her neck as his hands just rested on her hips.

"S-Soap..." she moans.

He pulls her off the counter till her feet touched the ground, Soap turned her around and pushed her over the counter, seeing her ass and giving her a hard smack leaving a red handprint on her ass.

"God," he leans over her shoulder pushing his clothed crotch against her ass and she could feel his bulge in his pants. She smirks and rubs her ass against him.

Soap looks around remembering the cameras in the house Price put up. He could see one in the corner of the kitchen looking right at them. He stops and moves away from her.

"Why are you teasing me?" She whines.

"I don't want the cameras to see us, and Price gets mad that we're fucking on the kitchen counter."

"Okay, follow me, I know where we can go..." she said as she stood up grabbing Soap's hand and bring him to the bathroom, there was no camera in the hallway where the bathroom was.

Soap looked down staring at her bare ass in the thong.

"Why does he have cameras everywhere?" Soap asked.

"We had a break in when I was 15 and...I was home alone while he was out..."

"Oh wait...your-"

"Mom...yeah...when I was 15 and the break in happened, and I was home alone my mom came home and the robber...shot her....this is when my dad started to come home a little more and then he decided to put cameras in the house so I could feel safe."

Soap felt bad that he asked.

"I'm sorry-"

"Don't be, it's okay..." she shut the door behind them and placed her arms on his shoulders. "I know this is kind of weird to do it in the bathroom but it's the only place that doesn't have a camera in the room or in the hallway." She said.

"I understand." He smiles down at her. His hands went to her waist and smirked and leaned down kissing her lips.

Y/n's hands went down his chest to his pants, unbuckling his belt and pulled them down and she pulled his hardened cock out.

He smirked into the kiss and started pull her thong off her lower half pulling them down and tossed them somewhere in the bathroom.

He puts her on the sink counter, and she put her feet on the sink giving him a perfect view of her slick coated pussy. He smirks and starts pumping himself viewing at her. He smacks his cock on her lower half.

She moans as he then pushes himself inside of her. She moans and falls on her back, Soap traps her between himself and counter. He starts to go easy till she gave him a look to speed up and go a little harder, which he did.

She moans and brings her head back hitting against the marble counter. Her hands held her legs, but her arms were getting tired, Soap grabbed her legs placing them on his shoulders.

Her hands kneaded her breasts as she moans and brought her hands under his shirt pulling it off his head and she tossed it on the bathroom floor. Soap was getting the rest of his clothes off as he still was thrusting into her.

"H-Holy f-fuck," he moans. He looks down at her seeing her stomach bulging with his dick inside of her. He smirks and leans down kissing her lips pushing his tongue inside of her mouth.

She moans when his tip just barely hits her g-spot. She moved her mouth, and his lips attacked her neck leaving hickies all over her neck and collarbone.

"Ahh~" She moans when she felt herself cum on his dick. He smirks and keeps going till he came inside of her.

He pulls out of her and goes down on her, licking between her folds getting cum on his tongue and swallowing it. Y/n moans feeling his tongue go inside of her as well. She grabs a handful of his hair making him go a little faster with his tongue.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Y/n? Are you in there?" Price was on the other side of the bathroom door. She looked down at Soap who kept going but she doesn't know if she could keep quiet.

"Y-Yes!"

"Everything okay?" Price asks.

"Y-Yeah, I'm just not f-feeling well," she moans but tried to keep quiet as Soap just keeps going.

"Oh okay....hey Soap." Soap stopped and looked up at Y/n knowing they were caught.

"Fuck," Soap whispers. "Hey, Price..." he says.

"What's going on?" Price asked.

"Nothing much."

"C-Could we not h-have a con-verstaion bet-between t-the door, p-please." Y/n asks.

"Fine...I just came back for my wallet," Price said.

They heard the front door shut letting them know, Price was gone.

"Did that turn you off?" Y/n asked, Soap.

"No, don't worry about me, did you get turned off?"

"A little."

"Why don't I fix that?" Soap went back to licking between her wet folds. She moaned and grabbed a handful of his hair once again, her thighs squeezed around his head.

"Oh baby," he moans as he looked up at her and she felt herself cum again and Soap licked her clean again.

"S-Soap," she moans.

He smirks and stands up hovering over her and kissing her thighs and biting them as well.

"God...you look so fucking sexy," he said as he grabbed his clothes, and she grabbed a towel to go get her clothes from the kitchen. Soap looked down seeing her black thong on the ground and stuffed them into his pocket.

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Y/n was getting ready for bed wearing a shirt that was Soap's and laid on her back looking at her phone, she was looking at TikTok before getting a text from Soap.

Soap: *I have something of yours*

Y/n: *Oh? And what is that?*

Soap: *Sent 2 photos*

Soap had sent two photos of Soap holding her black thong. He had the thong resting on his hardened dick and she could see some white liquid on the black thong.

Y/n: *Is that your cum?*

Soap: *DUH!*

She looked at the other one and saw him holding it in his mouth, he was shirtless meaning...he jerked off on her thong.

Y/n: *SOAP THOSE WERE NEW!*

Soap: *Oh, I know, love, but goddamn all I could think about was you in this thong, looking absolutely sexy*

She rolls her eyes and thought she should send some back. One of her showing off her butt in another pair of underwear in Soap's shirt.

Another where she stood in front of her full body mirror lifting the shirt exposing her panties and her hips being tightening by the panties.

Another one with the shirt off and panties off.

Soap: *GODDAMN! New photos to jerk off to*

Y/n could feel his smirk from a far away and could feel him already jerking off. She placed her phone down getting her clothes back on and laid on her bed.

#cod modern warfare #cod mw2 #cod mwii #cod x reader #fandom #fanfic #call of duty #mw2 #cod #john soap mctavish x you #john soap mctavish x reader #soap mactavish #soap x reader #soap call of duty #soap cod #soap mw2 #john soap mactavish #soap mctavish

[echo-rambles]

love don't know how to rest

words: 2,679 summary: a quick phone call with your boyfriend chan turns into a mini vent session. tags: swearing, established relationship, long distance relationship, minor argument, fluff, making up note: this started off as me clowning on chan's new hair because as much as I love him I was not a fan of it when I initially saw it. somehow it turned into a weird little vent thing about missing someone and wishing they'd take better care of themselves. (title from how to rest by the crane wives)

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“Hey baby.” You immediately greet, answering your phone and then propping it up so your hands are free. 

Chan's face takes up the majority of the screen, and you get a close up of his forehead before he also seems to settle his phone somewhere. He hums in acknowledgment. 

You know for a fact he’s not trying to be rude, so you don’t worry too much about his non-greeting. Quickly looking at the time and doing the math, you speak up again. “Good morning. Have you just woken up?” It would be about 8am in Korea right now. 

“Hi- sorry I meant to say hi when you did.” It’s ok, you mumble, moving about the kitchen as you continue to make yourself dinner. Chan had messaged you only a few minutes ago, asking if you were busy and if he could call through. It wasn’t a very complicated dinner, mostly just heating up leftovers on the stove, so of course you told him to call. “I’ve been up since… six? Five maybe.” 

“Chan.” You chastise gently. Sending him a little look from your spot at the stove. He ducks his head, already giving you one of his smiles that spell an apology. 

“I know. I just- my brain hasn’t been able to shut off. I’m making the most of it until I end up crashing in the middle of the day.” 

“Light schedule?” You ask, already assuming the answer since otherwise he wouldn’t be able to so readily nap mid day. Chan makes a little agreeable noise. “That's good. And hey, if you don’t sleep at some point I can always ask Seungmin to smother you until you pass out. Forced nap time.” 

“That’s so fucked up.” But it gets him to chuckle, and that’s really what matters. “He’d do it too.” 

“Of course he would; I asked. Hey, nice hat by the way.” You lean close to your phone, squinting at the beanie he’s wearing. 

It makes Chan groan and push the beanie over his eyes for a brief second. “I'm trying to hide my hair, since someone hates it.” 

“I never said I hate it!”

“…you said it reminded you of straw.” 

Ok, so maybe you absolutely said something like that when you first saw his hair. It sort of just tumbled out of your mouth. “Because they bleached it all wrong! They killed your hair, Christopher. I was shocked, and distraught.” 

Chan shifts his beanie around, laying his hand flat on his head but never once taking it off. “I thought it would’ve come out better. I’ve been wanting to dye it-”

“I know, baby.” The teasing slips away from your tone, replaced by something more gentle and understanding. “But you gotta let your hair heal first before you fuck with it. Maybe let it grow out and dye it dark the next time you can? And then, once it’s no longer damaged as hell, you can do something fun. Like pink?”

Chan’s nodding along to your words, clearly watching you shut off the stove and shove all of your food into a bowl. He smiles at your suggestion. “One day you’ll get your pink hair dreams.” 

“We can match! It'd be so much fun. I think the world needs Pink Chan more than ever, really.” 

He hums instead of playing into the banter, hand still on his head, and you know that no matter how much you apologize for your initial reaction or how many jokes you make, the thought that he did something you don’t like is going to eat him up. Sighing, you bring the phone close to your face. 

“I think you look gorgeous no matter what, you know that right? I’ll tell you every single day until you believe me. Even with straw hair.” You lower your voice, trying to sound as solemn and as serious as you can. “Even if you were bald.”

“Bald?” His face goes all scrunched as he laughs, tipping his head out of frame and pressing a hand over his eyes. 

“Yeah. Shave it all off. Start from scratch.” You bring the phone and your bowl over to the couch, settling in. “I’m sure there’d be girls who would go crazy for the shaved look.”

“Should I be worried that you’re making sure I look good for other girls?” 

“Hey, listen, this is your job, and part of my job as the world's greatest girlfriend is to make sure you’re marketable to your audience.”

He’s still smiling, all big and soft and it loosens the knot of guilt in your chest. 

After a few minutes of the both of you falling silent, you eating and Chan just watching you, you finally speak up again. “I’m sorry for saying that stuff about your hair. I didn’t mean to sound so… mean.” 

“I know. I appreciate the apology though.”

“I just worry. Which is a shit excuse but- I don’t want them ruining your hair. I need you to take care of yourself, because I’m not there to do it!” 

“I know-”

“You take care of the boys and I take care of you because you refuse to let them do it; that’s always been the deal, but I’m not there so now no one is taking care of you-” 

“Love,” he cuts you off. Voice firm and commanding. “It’s just hair.” It’s your turn to mumble out an I know. “It’ll grow back. It can be fixed. I’m ok.” 

“I just wish I was there.” 

The silence creeps in again, and your food is growing cold. Every day you miss him, and the feeling just continues to grow and grow and you’re so afraid that it’ll get so big that soon you won’t have room for anything else. You need him to be ok, because if he’s not then… you’re not really sure what you’d do. 

“We take care of each other, yeah?” Chan says, making you snap your attention back to your screen. He must have pulled his phone closer to his face, and if this were any other moment you’d take the opportunity to snap a picture of the angle he chose, but since you feel all cold and serious in the pit of your stomach you instead just nod at his words. 

“Yeah-” 

“I don’t want you to ever feel like this is a one way street. It’s not your job to take care of me.” 

“I definitely don’t get paid enough for it to be a job.” The pit isn’t too cold or serious for you to deny yourself mumbling out a little quip. 

“We choose to look out for each other, yeah? I take care of you too. Don’t forget that.” Your little comment makes him smile. Just a tick of his mouth, but his whole face softens and you wish you could touch him right now. 

You want to be in his arms. Face pressed to his neck, where you can feel his pulse against the highest point of your cheek and his hands spread across your back and anchoring you. Long distance sucks ass. 

“I won’t. But sometimes-” You stop yourself, chew at your bottom lip and aggressively spear your food with your fork. “I worry that you’re so busy taking care of everyone else that sometimes you forget about yourself.”

“I’m guessing this has gone way beyond your feelings about my hair.” Chan tries to joke, but there’s still that underlying tone of his. The special one that only he can really get. It works it’s way under your skin. 

For a brief moment you think about leaving it there. Changing the subject. This was meant to be a relaxing phone call during a moment Chan had to breathe. He has a break and he chose to call you and all of a sudden you're just sort of dumping out all of these thoughts onto him over room temperature leftovers. 

But then you remind yourself that this is Chan. He’ll know if you’re trying to bottle something away. He always does. You joke that you know him, that he’s like an open book to you. This isn’t a one way street. He knows you just as well. 

Fuck it. Rip the band-aid off. 

“You look stressed. Overworked. Like you haven’t been sleeping.”

“Oh wow, ok. Straight to the point.” 

“The only reason I know you’ve been eating is because Lino and Bin would probably force feed you before you ever went hungry. You just look exhausted and I know this is your job- I know you signed up for this. But it still breaks my heart sometimes when I can see you starting to strain under the pressure.” 

“I’m- I’m doing fine. It’s hard, yeah, but-”

“It’s worth it.” You finish his sentence, already knowing what he’s going to say because he always says the same thing. “I know. Why do you think it kills me that I can’t fucking be there? Because you work yourself to the bone and there’s no one around that’s willing to pull you away and force you to actually take care of yourself. The boys- I know they try, but they still see you as their leader. As their big brother. The things I do, the way I argue with you? No way they’d be willing to go that far. And I’m not trying to paint myself as this ultra special person but- jesus Chris, you can’t tell me that if, I don’t know; Felix tried to speak to you the way I do, you wouldn’t get upset.” 

Chan doesn’t say anything, but his eyes are big and liquid and he’s listening to every single word out of your mouth. When you say his name, directly ask him a question, he’s blinking. Thinking about it. “No, you’re right.” 

Finally, you place your bowl on the coffee table, feeling like you need to get up and move or else you’ll probably start crying or something equally as embarrassing. God, it’s like all of these pent up emotions have just decided to spill out. Things you didn’t even realize you were upset about until now.

“Your hair honestly means nothing in the grand scheme of things. It’s hair, like you said. But it was something for me to tease you about- something small that I was upset about that I could actually comment on, when really all I’ve wanted to do these last few weeks is scream at you to slow the fuck down. No- I know what you’re going to say and I’m not talking about the company schedules. That’s your job. I’m talking about all of the extra hours I know you’re pulling because nothing feels perfect enough. All of those hours where you’re meant to be relaxing but instead you just work more because you feel like if you stop you’ll stagnate.”

Leaning away from his phone, Chan takes a deep breath. Puffs out his cheeks for a moment before releasing it all and then dragging both hands over his face. The beanie gets dislodged, and you see a shock of pastel yelloworange. It’s not even that bad. It looks cute on him. But it felt like some weird shock to your system when he showed it to you and you could tell he was unhappy with it. 

“What do you want me to say? It seems like you’ve covered all of the bases.” 

“I want-” You huff in frustration. “I don’t want you to say what you think I want to hear, ok? Never. We don’t do that to each other. I just want-” Again, you cut yourself off, not actually sure what you want. Not sure what the entire fucking point of this little rant has been. 

You take your built up tension and you make good use of it. Bringing your bowl to the kitchen and beginning to clean up the dishes while you listen to the way Chan sighs into the silence. There really isn’t anything for him to say. 

You can hear the way he tries to start a sentence at least twice, and you know that he’s frustrated that he can’t fix whatever this is. But there’s nothing to fix because nothing’s broken. You’re just kind of at the end of your rope and you just want your boyfriend close. Shutting off the sink and picking up your phone, you try to give him something close to a reassuring smile.

“Listen, I think I figured out what I want.” He looks at you, jaw working and eyes shining and you want to take his face in your hands and kiss him stupid. But you can’t have that, not right now. So you’ll have to settle with second best. “We take care of each other, yeah, absolutely, but that means you have to take care of yourself when I’m not around to do it. Because I’m thousands of miles away. I know it’s a big ask but can you please do that… for me?” 

“Yeah… yeah, I can do that. I’m sorry I made you worry.” 

“Baby, I don’t need an apology. I just want you to be healthy.” You’re quiet for a beat, watching the way his eyes flick down and away from his phone before skipping back to you. “And also for your hair to look different.” 

“Wow.” It gets him to laugh. It feels like a small victory. 

“I’m nothing if not consistent. And hey, I’m sorry too. For just- whatever that was. It was unfair to unload it all when you’re probably minutes away from being busy again.” 

“Nothing to be sorry for. Like, I do get why you’re sorry but I’ll always choose to listen to your problems. Especially if they include me, that way we can figure out how to fix it.” His soft smile is back, crinkling his eyes and making your lungs weak. 

Humming, you finally finish putting all of the dishes away. “I love you.”

“I love you more.” 

“I love you the most.” 

“I’m pretty sure I loved you before I knew you.” Chan says, smile stretching wider as he tilts his head like an adorable fucking puppy. 

You smile back, and it feels like sugar fills your mouth. “Ooh, that’s a good one.” 

It’s the same little game you always play after any sort of tense conversation. Trying to one up the other and having to concede when they say something that legitimately makes you melt. It’s a reminder that things are hard but you get through it. 

Hoisting yourself up onto the kitchen counter, you sigh. It’s a little dramatic, infusing just enough theatrics to keep the levity of the conversation. “Sometimes it really sucks that we both believe in healthy communication. I wish we were the type of couple to ignore things until the feeling goes away but really it just festers until we can’t take it anymore.”

“I know, right. We’re just too good at being a couple. It’s kind of boring actually.”

“That’s what I’m saying! You should tell me to shut the fuck up more often and I’ll… I don’t know, accuse you of cheating?”

“With who?”

“Lino?”

“Wow. Shut the fuck up!” He manages to say, between his breathless laughter.

“Yeah! See, you’re getting the hang of it already.” 

Things might not be solved, like at all, but you feel a little lighter. You spend the next ten minutes joking with Chan, and things feel like they settle back to normal. You’ll probably have to have this conversation again, with less tension and frustration. But that’s for later. When he doesn’t look so tired and has a block of free time to actually talk about it in depth.

You’re going to see him, soon. You hold on to that knowledge as tightly as you can. You’ll be there, with him, able to touch him and kiss him and tell him that all you want is for him to be happy. Maybe you can have this conversation again, in person. Where you can hold hands and crawl into his lap. Soon.

#stray kids #skz #bang chan x reader #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #echo writes #this is incredibly self indulgent #also i make some assumptions on how chan feels/how things work #anyway here's more self insert fic from me #because chan has bewitched me and caused me to write self insert for the first time ever

[leegemma]

Hiiiiiii i absolutely adore how your fics match the members so well:) may i pretty pls request a fic with ler! hyunjin and lee! seungmin and the prompts 10, 33, and 93 😭🙏 LOVE YOUUU

Hi anonnnnn~

Thank you so much for your request, this was so fun to write!

LOVE YOU TOO <<333333

(sorry the end was a little rushed!)

10 - “you’re doing that on purpose!”

33 - “i am not even touching you yet!”

93 - “you’re too cute.”

Enjoy:)

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It was a boring Saturday morning, hyynjin just woke up and went to the kitchen where he'd usually find 3racha, only to see no one there. That's why it's so quiet, He thought.

He texted chan to ask where they went and got the short and expected reply of "the gym." Hyunjin rolled his eyes and started preparing a bowl of cereal, just as he was about to push the spoon in his mouth, the menace of skz, his beloved puppy, called.

Hyunjin picked up the call, "Minnie?"

Seungmin didn't say a word. Nothing. The only reason Hyunjin knew he was actually on the phone was because he could hear the chewing...

Hyunjin groaned and tried again. "Seungmin??? I know you're there, I can hear you eating."

He only got a giggle in reply, and the chewing continued, which just made the ferret get more annoyed.

"Seungmin, I swear!" Hyunjin whined. Sure, he could just hang up, but he knew that Seungmin will just keep calling until he blocks him. He just wanted to get it over with now.

"Swearing is bad." Seungmin stated.

Hyunjin could practically hear the smirk in his voice, and was currently thinking of the best way to get the puppy back. "Seungmin. I have absolutely nothing to do today and I swear I'll come right to your place and show you how funny I can be if you don't stop with this nonsense."

Seungmin giggled again and let out one last snarky comment before hanging up. "Whatever, grump."

Hyunjin was baffled for a minute before pushing that one spoonful of cereal into his mouth and grabbing his jacket, leaving the dorm immediately and heading to Seungmin's.

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Without even knocking, hyunjin slammed the front door open, even just seeing Seungmin's shocked face making him smirk.

"You actually came?" Seungmin wondered out loud.

"I told you it would happen, not my fault you didn't belive me."

Seungmin was still too shocked to notice Hyunjin's sharp movements, and before he knew it, he was on the floor with hyunjin sitting on his hips. "What are you doing, crazy!?!"

Hyunjin laughed. "Me, crazy? I'm not the one who called only to chew and not say a word!" He poked Seungmin's side teasingly, grinning when the boy jumped and squealed.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Seungmin blushed.

Now it was hyunjin's turn to giggle. "If you didn't like that I bet you're gonna hate what I'm gonna do next." He poked seungmin's tummy this time.

“you’re doing that on purpose!” seungmin whined.

Hyunjin smiled. "Yeah, that's kind of the whole point of this tickle session.

Seungmin's eyes widened with relization and he started squirming and giggling in anticipation. "No! Pleahahse!"

“i am not even touching you yet!” Hyunjin laughed.

"Lehet's kehehep it that wahahay" seungmin asked hopefully, hands held up infornt of his body protectively.

"Yeah... I don't think so." And with that, Hyunjin dug into the younger's belly with all his might, beaming at the cute boy screaming and kicking underneath him.

"NOHOHO! I'M SORRYYYYY!!!" Seungmin laughed out loud, already unable to take the intense tickling.

"Are you really though?" Hyunjin asked teasingly, giving seungmin a quick "break" by only softly wiggling his fingers on the boy's tummy and knees.

"Yehehes!" Seungmin said, hoping to get this done quickly. Hyunjin however, had other plans in mind.

"Too bad, I'm not feeling quite ready to stop yet." He shrugged, then a smirk slowly formed on his face when he thought of something. "Hey, Minnie?"

"Whahat?" Seungmin tried catching his breath, not liking the mischievous look on Hyunjin's face.

"How many ribs do you have?" Hyunjin's smirk only got bigger and bigger as he watched seungmin starting to struggle and squirm right after the question was asked.

"No! NO! Absolutely not!!!" Seungmin couldn't help the smile growing on his face.

"It's an innocent question!" Hyunjin protested.

"As if!" The younger argued.

"Tell me!" The ferret warned, his fingers beginning to flutter over seungmin's neck.

"Wahahit! I dohont know!" Seungmin panicked and started shaking his head.

"You don't? Well I should probably check for you, so that you know for your next doctor visit!" Hyunjin smiled and pat himself on the shoulder. "What a good friend I am. Arms up, now!"

Seungmin shook his head. "No way!"

"It's either you put them up, or I call Lee know hyung to hold them up for me, you know he will." Hyunjin shrugged again. "Your choice."

Seungmin groaned. "Fine!" He brought his arms up slowly, and immediately brought them back down with a giggle as soon as they were all the way up. He kept this going for a few minutes until Hyunjin finally got impatient.

"Kim seungmin! Arms up, right now! Last chance!"

"Fine!!!" Seungmin then put his arms and and took a deeepppp breath, and just as he was in the middle of taking that satisfying breath-

Bam! Hyunjin began digging into his ribs. Counting out loud. It took all the power he had to not bring his arms down, and somehow he was succeeding.

"One... two... three... careful! They're coming down! Four..." when hyunjin reached the 7th rib, seungmin let out such a scream, which made hyunjin stay there for a while longer than he was planning to...

And by the time hyunjin reached number 12, Seungmin was cackling, his arms half way down. So hyunjin did what every good friend would do, and quickly pushed his hands into both of seungmin's armpits.

Seungmin screamed and let his arms down. Flopping around in silent laughter.

Hyunjin giggled. “you’re too cute.”

And with that, he got off of the boy who now had tears in his eyes.

"You... you almost killed me!" Seungmin caught his breath.

"Oh don't be dramatic! You had at least five more minutes before you'd even pass out."

Seungmin mumbled an answer, staring in shock as hyunjin stood up and put his jacket back on. "You're leaving? Seriously."

Hyunjin smirked. "You want me to stay that bad? Nah, we're both gonna go eat out together. My treat, for almost killing you, ya know?"

Seungmin smiled softly. "I get I did kinda start it..."

Hyunjin laughed and ruffled his hair, helping him up. "Yeah, you did."

The both left the dorm shortly after, seungmin already thinking about how to get his revenge...

#tickling community #tickle fics #skz tickle #stray kids tickle #kpop tickling #skz tickle fic #lee!seungmin #ler!hyunjin

[babeeangel]

sitting on itzy's lap out of habit.

Yuna - fluff - 844 words

Other versions: Yeji - Lia - Ryujin - Chaer - Yuna

Yuna: would be the least surprised. Her eyes would definitely widen at first, but she'd quickly smile it off, wrapping her hand around you.

Finally i'm done with these !!! Idk what took me so long, i was dreading to moment i had to write them, but they were so easy ?? Anyways i'll concentrate on blue lock now~

You guys had planned this night since over a week. Everyone wanted to gather up for a good old movie night. The 6 of you each got to pick a movie, hoping that you’d manage to stay awake for them all. That’s why you got prepared: had a good night's sleep the day before, lots of sugary drinks and sour gummies. But you knew that pulling an all-nighter was going to be hard. So obviously the first movie would be the one you'd all pay attention to the most, and the sixth one… Might be the one you'd all sleep through. That's how Yeji got the best idea ever, as a leader does, even off-duty. You would play rock paper scissors, the winner playing their movie first, and the loser last. Lia whined: “I never have luck when it comes to these!”

“Actually that’s a great idea, unnie”, competitive Chaeryeong answered. My film is so good, I'd be sad if you guys missed it. “I chose LaLaLand, it’s a romantic classic, so you guys must know it if you want to know me”. Everyone gathered up in a circle, pausing the activities they had started. “Okay let’s do this, Yeji called. The odd one out is the winner. One, Two, Three !”

Everyone stuck their hand out, choosing one of the three signs. And the first winner was… Chaeryeong. RyuJin side-eyed her: “Tch, it should’ve been me. Flipped is a complicated movie, so we should all be concentrated. I guess it’s okay if it’s the second one in line”. “It’s okay unnie, you’ll get it”, Chaer sarcastically answered, matching with her competitive aura too. “Next round then !” Yeji brought order again. “1, 2, 3 !”

Ryujin won. She said she would after all. As she celebrated in her dongsaeng’s arms, the rest of you laughed, while Lia continued whinging, knowing where this would lead to. One, two, three !

But this time, both Yuna and Lia had the rock, while you and Yeji had paper and scissors. “Well I guess here goes a mini-rematch !” Yuna happily said. “I can't believe this'', perplexedly replied Lia. “1, 2, 3 !” Ryujin set the tempo for them. Lia shouted. “OMO, this is HAPPENING !” She won. Barbie the princess and the pauper would then play third. Yuna sighed and you guys continued on the game. Yeji would play her film, twilight, the fourth, then Yuna second to last with miracle in cell no. 7, and you would close the night.

“You know what you guys think, it’s okay actually, if we don't pay that much attention to me. I was planning on playing "How to train A Dragon.” As you said that, you slowly turned to Yeji, and everyone burst out laughing. She had a pouty look on thought. 

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Everyone went back to their activities, a smile on their lips because the game was fun. Chaeryeong prepared the covers and pillows, while Ryujin was on tech duty, connecting the computer to the projector and opening illegal streaming sites for each movie. 6 pretty tabs, waiting for you, announcing the color of the night that was about to come - white, or black, it’s the same anyways. Yeji and Lia were preparing the snacks in the kitchen, opening up chips and putting them into bowls, and glazing strawberries with chocolate. In the meanwhile, you went upstairs to the room, to take everyone’s plushies and bring them back to the living room, now transformed into a home-cinema. Since everyone was handling everything, Yuna was kind of… jobless. So the only thing she thought of doing was turning the LEDs on, for a deepened ambiance. She took out her phone and connected it via bluetooth to the lights. She was just sitting on the couch, trying out different modes. 

You barged into the room, throwing the 6 plushies on the blanket-lined floor. Now you were the jobless one, your easy task already being completed. You saw that Yuna wasn't doing anything important either, and decided to go with her while waiting for the girls. As you walked over the soft floor, you made your way to the couch. Chaeryeong was finished setting the cushions, and decided to turn off the lights, to see what it would look like. Since the LEDs were on, you still saw everything. And out of all the empty spots in the living room, you decided to sit on Yuna’s lap. Chaer and Ryu didn't even pay attention to it, since it was so likely for you to do something like that. On the other hand though, Yuna got flustered. She let out a small “ooh”, but as you placed your hands behind her neck, hugging her, she softened. 

Her face was overtaken by a smile, and she crossed an arm on your waist, the other being busy using her phone. She rested her chin on your shoulder and chuckled, hoping you’d spend the night like this.

#itzy #itzy headcanons #itzy fluff #itzy x reader #itzy imagine #yuna #itzy yuna #yuna x reader #shin yuna #shin yuna x reader

[glostuffbear]

Twins -miya osamu x femreader

Idea just came to me. What if Miya Osamu or Miya Atsumu dated someone who had a twin (and didn't know they had a twin lol). One day the twins decide to prank/test them.

"Do you have siblings?"

"Yeah, a sister. But we don't live together anymore since our parents split. I don't see her often."

Fast forward five years later, me and Gin have graduated and moved out of our troublesome family situation. For the first time we've been able to just sit down and catch up with each other. There were tears, there were laughs, there were long stories of what we've been up to.

And then, the big question pops up.

"Do you have a boyfriend?"

I stop drinking the smoothie I had ordered and freeze in my tracks. I look up at my identical twin. She has the same facial features at me. Same eye color, same long lashes, same face shape. We even have the same hair color and over the course of time neither one of us have changed its style since the time we split apart.

She is my identical twin, who I never told Osamu I have.

"Y-yeah."

She must have noticed my frown because she mirrors it and tilts her head.

"What's wrong?"

"I.... never told Osamu I had a twin. I told him I had a sister... But..."

"You never told him we were identical." She finishes. I nod my head.

"We can go to the Onigiri place he owns and introduce you properly. He's a twin himself actually so he'll probably get a kick out of it." I propose.

A sneaky smile spreads across Gin's face as she takes another sip of her own smoothie. It reminds me of all the evil schemes she used to cook up when we were little kids.

"You don't say. Another twin huh? I have an idea."

"Gin..."

"Hear me out...."

"What if we trade clothes and pay your boyfriend a visit? See if we can tell it's not you." She suggests.

"I don't know Gin. Osamu and his twin Atsumu have played the same trick on me over the phone and it doesn't feel great--"

"All the more reason to do it! Come on! Just this once for old times sake. Aren't you curious?" She presses.

In all honesty, I am.

We decide to go visit his shop. Beforehand we exchange clothes and she asks me some general questions to not tip him off.

"What do you call him, dotingly?"

"'Samu."

"What do you usually get?"

"I like the salmon onigiri."

"Where did you guys meet?"

"He was part of the volleyball team in school with his twin. I helped out."

"What's his twin's name?"

"Atsumu."

"Got it. Alright. I'm going in."

She pats down my clothes, which fit her perfectly because we're the same size and height. Even our shoe sizes match.

She smiles reassuringly at me and squeezes my hand before she crosses the street to where the Onigiri shop is.

"Don't worry, I'll stop before anything happens."

"Okay Gin. Good luck."

She crosses the street and enters the shop. I give it a minute before crossing the street as well and looking through one of the windows of the shop.

"Hey 'Samu."

The man turns around, carrying some freshly made tuna in his arms. He offers a warm smile back and takes on of his hands off the white bowl to wave.

"Hey. Take seat I'll be right there, Love."

She goes to the front booth and takes a seat crisscross on the stool. She takes out your phone (yes you two even went as far as to swap phones and passwords to get in). She smiles fondly down at the picture of the two of you.

During movie night one time, Osamu fell asleep with his head on your shoulder. You couldn't help take a picture of the two of you. It became your favorite couple photo. Honestly, you two are really cute together. Gin's happy that you have found someone that makes you happy.

"Hey. What are ya doin' here?"

Gin's head turns a little. Unbeknownst to her, a man that looks crazy similar to your boyfriend has taken seat next to her. Gin immediately deduces it to be the other twin. Confidently she puts up a friendly smile.

"Atsumu. I came to surprise 'Samu. I was around the area." She explains.

Atsumu hums and lifts up a mug he had brought with him. He takes a thoughtful sip and brings the mug down again. It goes unnoticed by Gin that Atsumu stares at her out of the corner of his eye suspiciously.

Osamu returns around the booth and wipes his hands off on a clean towel.

"Hey, Love. What brings ya here?" He asks.

"I came to see you. And to eat some salmon onigiri please." She hums, beaming at him.

"Ya ate salmon onigir yesterday." He chuckles.

"Yeah but I want more today."

"Okay. It's comin' right up. I thought that's what you'd order." He hums back.

"Thanks. You're the best 'Samu."

She reaches out and grabs one of his hands, warmly rubbing over his hand with her thumb. He looks down at their hands and then looks back at her face.

He doesn't say anything, but it's clear that he's thinking. He doesn't pull his hand away though.

"What's wrong? Aren't you happy to see me?" She asks playfully.

He blinks and frowns a little.

"Um.... are you..... feeling okay? Or did 'tsumu trick ya into somethin'?" He asks quizically.

"No."

She glances at Atsumu who has turned in his stool to really look at her. Apparently both sense that something fishy is going on. Not bad.

"No I'm fine. Why do you ask?"

"You're talkin' kinda funny. It's not like you. I don't know.... you just.... feel different today." 'Samu explains. He sounds confused but before he can interrogate her more, a bell in the kitchen dings for him.

Saved by the bell, Osamu goes off and gives her an opportunity to regroup herself.

"So, where is she?"

Gin's head turns slowly towards Atsumu. He's leaning in, elbow on the counter and head in his palm. He's smiling at her, like someone who finally understood a good job.

"Who?"Gin asks, already knowing what he means.

"You know. Your twin. Or should I say, our twin. The one we know." He explains.

Words catch in her throat, she doesn't know what else to say to keep the game going. Atsumu chuckles.

"Come on. Me and 'Samu's played this game before. I know when a twin is trying be their other twin when it happens. You two are tryin' to prank us right?" Atsumu presses.

Well the gig is up. Gin sighs in defeat and rests her hands on the counter.

"I just wanted to test her boyfriend. See if he's worthy of my sister. We haven't spoken in forever and as soon as we moved away from our parent's home, she reached out to me first. She's so kind. All this time she never forgot about me. I want to make sure she's not with some jerk." She explains.

"I get it. Ha. Knew I was right. She's always so meek and shy. She sits in the back because she doesn't wanna distract Osamu. You're too outgoing to be her." Atsumu notes.

"I'll play along with your game for now." He adds.

"Thanks."

"But I ain't letting ya get any farther than hand holding and hugs got it?"

"I wasn't going to go any farther anyways."

Osamu returns from the kitchen with the salmon onigir and presents it in front of Gin with a heart around it. She smiles down at plate and then up at Osamu.

"Thanks 'Samu."

"Sure." He nods. There is still that quizzical expression on his face. He raises an eyebrow at his twin brother, but he only shrugs back in return.

"What did ya do today?" Osamu asks conversationally.

"I went out with an old friend of mine. We haven't each other in a while."

"Oh, cool. Which friend?"

"You wouldn't know her."

He does a double take of her and averts his gaze to lemonade processor. He fills up a lemonade cup and brings it for her.

"Did ya remember to pick up the groceries asked you to get fa' me this morning?" He asks.

Uh-oh. Something about that question sounds like a test. She glances at Atsumu who gives a subtle shake of his head.

"I.... think I forgot. I don't remember you telling me. I had plans already in my head this morning so it must have slipped my mind." She replies. He hums and turns away, busying himself with pulling the new mobile orders on his computer.

"Then, what was my volleyball number in high school?"

She blinks at him.

"Sorry?"

He repeats himself once more and this time side eyes her suspiciously as he does. He was onto her. She glances at Atsumu who lowers his hands to hide them under the counter.

"Don't help her Atsumu." Osamu orders.

She glances back up at him and makes a sad puppy face, hoping for some mercy.

"I-I don't remember Osamu."

"Really?"

He turns back around to them and approaches Gin, eyes squarely on her face.

"You know the second you came in I've been havin' a weird feelin' ya. You don't act right and you can't remember what my jersey number was. You would know that." He accuses.

Gin holds back the urge to smirk.

"I'm just tired today 'Samu--"

"I've figured it out. You're not my girl are ya?"

Her silence is enough for him.

"I remember she told me once in high school that she had a sister. She just never told me her sister was a twin sister. Am I right?"

"About time you figured it out." Atsumu hums.

"Shut up. Were you in on this 'Tsumu?"

"No. I just figured it out a little before you." He teases, sticking his tongue out in victory. Osamu sighs and stares pleasingly at Gin.

"Where's my girl?"

She ends up calling her and admitting that they passed her test. Seconds later she walks through the doors with an apologetic smile.

"I'm sorry Osamu." She apologizes. Osamu meets her half way and hugs her. He can't pin point why, but all of a sudden he really misses her.

"It's fine. I'll consider pay back for when me and Atsumu did it." He accepts.

He kisses her forehead and takes another good look at her.

"You're not a triplet are ya?"

She laughs shakes her head.

"Yeah? What's my--"

You're jersey number is 11. It was a black and golden uniform. You were an awesome wing spiker. You like pudding--"

He interrupts her with a kiss to her lips and turns her face beet red.

"'Samu! We're in public!" She complains.

"Sorry. Just wanted to make sure." He smiles.

#miya osamu x reader #haikyuu x reader #miya atsumu

[gr00vyminibus]

Headcanon / If you and Jennifer had another child. 🌺

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* you both are roughly in your late thirties or early forties :) and Jennifer got a sperm donor.

Warnings: fluff, and some sensual scenes.

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[A/N: is it just me or am coming across videos that lashana has liked on insta, she seems to really enjoy cute baby videos... 🤰🏿 Btw, I'm kicking out these damn WIP's cause they been living in my drafts rent free for weeks and thats what we not gon do. 😌☝🏿]

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♡ You reassure Jennifer that her stomach is beautiful.

• "most of my clothes don't even fit anymore so I'm just lounging in nightgowns and robes.." you hear Jennifer on the phone with one of her colleague friends as you sit on the couch with a bowl of cereal.

• "Is it wrong for me to feel embarrassed, sonya?" You rip your eyes off the television and hum in shock. Jennifer waves you off and gestures to the phone.

• "Put her on hold real quick."

• "What?"

• You look at her as place your bowl on the glass table, "put her on hold" she obliges and once her attention is fully on you, you grab her hands and ask, "You're embarrassed about your belly?"

• "I-I mean a little.."

• "Why? baby its so beautiful, you wanna see what I see?" She keeps her eyes glued to your eyes as she shrugs with a slight head tilt. You go to raise her gown and reveal her swollen stomach with your precious baby remaing idle inside. You swipe your thumb across her puffy naval and lower down to kiss along the dark vertical line of her stomach.

• She nibbles on her bottom lip as you take your time and caress soothing circles into the sides of her waist. "I personally find it adorable, never be embarrassed or ashamed okay? it's gorgeous.. you're gorgeous."

♡ Everyday Jennifer has a new (and weird) snack craving.

• Jennifer feels your eyes piercing into the side of her head but she doesn't care when she's in the middle of watching a classic comedy.

• You watch as she tastes the spoon of the concoction she made just a few minutes ago, "Baby?" she raises her brows signaling she's listening.

• "what are you eating now?" You find a small smile forming on her lips as she takes another spoon and offers you some, "honey and hot sauce, try it" as hopeful as she sounds you rear back a bit and decline with your sealed lips.

• "Come on, try it. For me?" You gradually loose your resistance in her chocolate truffle eyes, Jennifer relaxes her furrowed her brows when you lean forward and taste some expecting for it to be absolutely horrid.

• But, "wait.. wait." You frown.

♡ Moments where you wish you could switch places with Jennifer because you hate seeing her in pain.

• "Is this helping, my love?" You cuddle her in your matching silk robes while softly massaging her shoulder blades and back. Jennifer occasionally let's out some low whines and short airy moans with a nod of her head.

• "Yeah, can you do this until I fall asleep?" You lean over her side and kiss the shell of her ear. "Of course, you know I wish I could take all this pain from you and harbor it myself just so you can have a good night's rest."

• "Are you insisting that you'd want to carry the child instead?"

• "Yeah?" Jennifer scoffs.

• "You're insane, I'll be fine as long you're around."

♡ You learn that Jennifer's body is getting more sensitive to things over time.

• "I want to wear something different.." you help jennifer take off her blouse with a light frown, she felt the need to change her clothes quite a few times.

• "You could fit into each outfit you tried on, whats the problem?"

• "I don't know, I just– the way it feels is strange." You smell the most recent peice of clothing she's tried on and blankly stare at her, "well their clean so.." She rubs her hand down her arm before scratching her tricep which is suddenly really itchy.

• "What detergent do we use again, darling?" Your back is turned to her as you put the shirt up and browse through her closet for something else.

• "Tide?" you glance back and realize her steady scratching as a light bulb goes off in your head.

• "Oh!"

♡ Kiiicckss!

• while you both followed the pregancy excerise tape a sudden kick occurred in Jennifer's stomach, "oh!" your hold under her stomach almost faltered.

• "I'm sorry baby was I being rough?" She shook her head rapidly and looked back at you.

• "they kicked.." a smile broke out on both of your faces as you gushed over the first moment of live action.

♡ when you come back from an errand Jennifer tends to be very dramatic about your short leave.

• "Baby, I'm home!" You could hear someone stand up from the couch and listened to the quiet thuds of her feet that came one step at a time. She appeared inside the kitchen as you lifted the last bags on the counter and immediately opened your arms.

• Jennifer liked to squeeze you sometimes aswell and you rubbed her back, "I was only gone for thirty minutes, my love."

• "More like thirty hours. What were you doing in that store?"

• "I couldn't help but browse through the baby section and I found these pair of shoes that I thought our baby could wear." Jennifer slowly lets you go as you reach in the bag and take out the shoes to show her.

• "Aww, their so pretty. " she took them into her hands and you smiled before looking at her cast down eyes.

• "Baby are you crying?"

• "No.." her voice wavered.

♡ Jennifer can get jealous sometimes.

• It happens when you both shop for clothes or shoes and she thinks the employee is giving you all sorts of heart eyes.

• "You're too pretty to be frowning, whats wrong?" in which she breathes out a stubborn 'nothing' that makes you say her first name so she can spit it out.

• "Patricia... sure was nice"

• "She's just doing her job baby" you slip on a pair of slippers on her feet while Jennifer raises a brow.

• "When you requested a shade a baby blue, she smirked and said baby blue? You didn't catch that?" A laugh of your own came out a bit louder than usual and you shook your head with sealed lips as Jennifer stared at you incredulously.

• "Let's try on this sundress." You walked through the store to find a changing room with Jennifer following behind you hand in hand. How can she be jealous when you both were literally engaged.

♡ Matilda checks in from time to time.

• "You just have to wait until she picks up" Jennifer's squeezing your hand as she stares at the call icon continuing to ring for her daughter.

• Suddenly the computer stops ringing and Matilda pops up on the camera looking she's doing something.

• "Matilda!" The now grown woman looks at with a smile and waves to the both of you, "Hey mom and mom" You chuckle and see her bringing some of her long brown hair from her face because of the breeze.

• "Where are you headed?"

• "I have to make it to class" she laughs with her creasing blue eyes momentarily darting at the camera.

• "Oh, did we.. call you at a bad time?" Jennifer glances at you, "No no I'm glad you called, how's the baby! from what I see it looks healthy" The brunette beams. Jennifer shuffles to the camera and touches her bare stomach due to her wearing a croptop.

• "It is! I wish you could visit us, sweetheart."

• "I'm hoping that I can come and see you both during December."

• "We're hoping too angel" you smile at her on the other line.

♡ You offer to alleviate the pounds Jennifer is carrying.

• You crept up behind her and whispered something in her ear that she was first confused at until you placed two neatly folded hands under her stomach and gently lifted up. She sighed in relief and thanked you before grabbing some seasons from the cabinet.

• "Can you hold the baby while I cook dinner?"

• "I just-"

• "Thank you darling." fourty-five minutes later.

• "Rotate, lean, to the right please." You sighed and eyed the wooden spoon she held near her lips, "taste this." She offers the spoon to you with her attention still on the steaming pots and you moan at the flavor.

• "Does it need anything?" She knew she could trust your word since you've been tasting spoons before you could walk.

• "Throw in a little more onion powder and you're done."

♡ ultra sounds

• "the gel isn't to cold is it?" Jennifer barely catches the doctors question as she shakes her head and stares back at the monitor. You're beyond happy that you were by her side as the probe circled around her stomach.

• "there she is, and she's looking healthy as usual." The doctor smiled at the both of as you marveled at the embryo shifting slightly in the womb. Jennifer's smile was bright and contagious as she couldn't take her eyes off her beautiful little girl.

• "I'm already in love with her.." she breathes out.

• "I hear you on that one, wait till you finally give birth and get to hold her in your arms. Its one of the best feelings in the world as a mother,"

• "Have you decided on a name?" Jennifer looks at you expectantly as you squeeze your linked hands.

• "Esmerealda."

♡ Jennifer can be absolutely adorable without knowing it, and you don't hesitate on letting her know.

• Today is an extremely lazy day for you both, Jennifer has her back leaned against you from in-between your legs and your playing with her frizzled kinks. Suddenly you're hit with a waft of warm cinnamon roast crunch and Jenny smacks her lips lightly after her yawn.

• You naturally watch her and witness that cute after pout she does with her cheeks, Jennifer feels a sticky kiss land on her cheek. She smiles as you continue peppering them throughout the day, seeing nothing to it. But the kisses travel to her mouth eventually and you can't help but squish her face in your hands as you do.

• "My baby.." Jennifer sighs as she folds a few clothes and tilts her head up for you to hold with your big hands. Her eyes shift closed as you let you the kiss linger a bit longer before parting like you usually do.

• "How many kisses is that?" You would always say not enough and Jennifer would playfully try to shove you away as she told you how much of a distraction you were.

• You put your arms behind your back and feigned being sincere about stopping but a peck couldn't be contained, Jennifer placed the last folded clothes in her hand on the armrest and pulled you by the neck of t-shirt. Guaranteeing that you would no longer be teasing her with a soft slow kiss of her own

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♡ (18+)

♡ There are times when she needs more than kisses.

• you stroke Jennifer's back as she's wrapped around you like a Koala on the couch, your other arm is against the armrest so your able sit up straight and watch the television but gentle kisses to your neck begin to distract you.

• you don't let it fully pull on your mind as you're sure Jennifer will give a bit a nibbles here and there and eventually stop but she doesn't. Her lips press into your skin deeper with desperation. She wants you to give in, do something.

• your eyelids start to slide closed as she sucks with an intention of making bruises, her hands feeling your hair and holding the back of your neck.

• "Mh, what are you doing?"

• "Take a wild guess" she kisses under your chin, making you smirk up at the wheat colored ceiling.

• "But you're on your second last month?"

• "When you had to step out–" Jennifer finally molded your mouths together, "I asked the doctor about it and– he said it was okay just no penetration– and doing positions where I put stress on my spine or stomach." You began changing your seating until she was in your lap ready to be lifted.

• "Okay then, I got something special for you."

♡ < BONUS >♡

• "Am I still attractive to you?" Jennifer asked.

• "Absolutely. Why- as a matter of fact point your insecurities out to me right now."

• "No, that's mortifying" Jennifer chuckles, "it'll make you feel better. Trust me." Jennifer sighed and for a moment you both were staring at eachother before she slowly took one of her hands from the covers and tapped on the apple of her cheeks.

• Next was her chest covered by the bed sheet and a pat to her thighs, "then my stretch marks, back rolls and.. thats about it." You got closer to her and kissed her slightly chubby cheeks before doing the same to every one of her stretch marks. She layed on her back as you included the ones between her thighs and across her waist.

• And she turned one last time so you could peck the ones up her arms and mouth on the whole expanse of her back, making it all the way up to her arching spine. "I'll love you in any way, shape or form. You hear me?"

• she nodded against the pillow until you gently palmed her sensitive breasts, earning an involuntary moan.

• "thought I'd forget about these huh, let me hear you say it. My body is perfect." Your thumb rolling her tender nipple made Jennifer whimper as you transfered to the next one.

• "Uhn, mh~ m-my body's per-fect"

• "Good girl." You stopped toying with her breasts and put a comforting hand on her stomach that she placed her own over.

• "Get some rest baby." She hummed and turned her head to give you firm kiss on the lips before snuggling her back into front of your body.

#jennifer honey #lashana lynch #black wlw #jennifer honey x black fem #jennifer honey x fem reader #lgbtq #lesbian #Spotify #ms. honey fic #miss honey fanfiction

[roosterforme]

The Younger Kind Part 3 | Rooster x Reader

Summary: Bradley goes on another unremarkable date before heading home early. You stay and have a drink with him while you fix up his dating profile. Maybe now he will find some more compatible matches. 

Warnings: Angst, swearing, fluff, and age gap (eventually 18+)

Length: 4300 words

Pairing: Single dad!Bradley "Rooster" Bradshaw x babysitter!female reader

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Bradley started his Friday morning the same way he always did; by running around the house in a complete disarray. 

"Noah, eat your waffles. We're going to be late," he said, his flight suit hanging halfway off his torso. 

"I want cereal," he whined, and Bradley ran his hands over his face and sighed. Then he got a bowl of cereal ready and finished eating the waffles himself.

After burning his tongue on coffee that was way too hot and eating a handful of sour blueberries, Bradley was hauling Noah out to the Bronco and buckling him in. 

"Is my babysitter coming again?" Noah asked on the way to daycare. He had been asking Bradley that all week. 

"You had a lot of fun with her?" he asked as he pulled into the parking lot. "You liked her?"

"Yeah. Bring her back."

Bradley smiled and then he cringed. He liked you, too. And he'd made a complete ass of himself, flirting with you like you and he were the same age. You'd been sweet about it though. He wouldn't do it again. 

"She's going to come over again tonight," Bradley told his son as they walked into the daycare. "You can play with her all you want."

At least Noah looked happy about it. Bradley had mixed feelings about the way he would be spending his evening. He was going out with a woman from the app, his first foray into online dating. Her photos looked nice, and she was a thirty-four year old publicist. He had no idea what he was going to talk to her about, but he was meeting her at a sleek martini bar at her suggestion. He didn't even like martinis. 

"Bye, bub," Bradley said, kissing Noah and dashing back out to make it to base on time. 

And of course he was already starving again. He kept meaning to leave some snacks in the car since he was always running all over town. The first person he saw as his stomach growled was Nat.

"Did you not eat breakfast?" she asked as they walked across the tarmac. 

"I don't have any food at my house, and I don't have time to go grocery shopping," he growled, grabbing a smashed granola bar out of his helmet bag. "And I can't go tonight, because I have a date from that fucking app you put on my phone!"

Bradley was absolutely not in the mood to go on this date. However, Nat looked delighted.

"That's great!"

"Is it? Is it really? Because I'm meeting her at a fancy martini bar. I don't like martinis, and I don't like getting dressed up."

Nat rolled her eyes. "It's your first date using the app. It'll be fine."

Bradley headed straight for his F/A-18 and started to climb into the cockpit. He had the fleeting thought that he would rather be at home all evening, coloring and eating those peanut butter covered carrot sticks with you and Noah. 

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You woke up late on Greyson's couch with a stiff neck and a growling stomach. As you walked into the kitchen to get a drink of water before leaving for your first class, you found Greyson, hungover and eating Cheetos. 

"Hey," he groaned, holding his head. "You coming back over tonight."

"No," you told him, reaching for a glass. "I'm babysitting later."

He pouted in a way that you used to think was adorable when you and he were in a relationship. "But we didn't even get to mess around last night," he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

You managed to slip out of his grip before he got Cheeto gunk all over you. "Don't ask me to come over anymore if you're just planning on playing video games."

He just looked at you like you had two heads. "Isn't our arrangement to have fun together? You could have played too."

You closed your eyes and took a deep breath. "I'll text you when I'm free, Greyson. Maybe we can hang out then." 

You ducked into his bathroom to get changed and get ready to go, and you just knew stopping for coffee wasn't going to be an option. You would have to hope like hell that you'd have time to get coffee and something to eat when you left campus and headed to Bradley's house later. 

You already really liked it there. None of his mugs matched. The area rug in the living room had a snag in it. Noah had colored on the wall in the hallway. It was cozy, cluttered and lived in. And you liked the way Bradley and Noah filled the space. 

"Stop thinking about him," you mumbled as you drove yourself to class. 

Your day went by in a blur. You'd managed to get a snack and some coffee around lunchtime, but your last lecture ran late. You had the choice to stop for food or get yourself cleaned up a bit before heading to Bradley's house. 

"Stop thinking about him!" you mumbled again as you stopped in a bathroom to fix your lipgloss and your hair. Surprisingly, you didn't actually look too bad for having slept on a couch. And now you could just make yourself some coffee in Bradley's kitchen using one of his silly mugs. 

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Bradley ran through the locker room like it was a race.

"What's your problem, Rooster?" Hangman asked him, looking like he had whiplash as Bradley dashed past.

"I've got more than one, I can assure you," Bradley grumbled, pulling on clean underwear, gym shorts and a tank. "I need to stop for groceries and get Noah and be home by 6. See you on Monday."

He only had time to stop at the store he didn't like, but it was on his way to get Noah. He grabbed some fruit, macaroni and cheese, a few frozen meals, pasta sauce, and French vanilla coffee creamer. Then he picked up Noah, out of breath by the time he was buckling him into his carseat. 

"Can we see the babysitter now?" Noah asked with a smile. 

Bradley kissed his forehead. "Yeah, bub. We can go see her now." Bradley was almost as excited about the idea as Noah was. 

Your car was already there when he pulled into his driveway at 6:15. Shit, he had told you he would have dinner ready for you. Fuck, he was supposed to meet his date in less than an hour. 

"Let's go inside," Bradley said, scooping Noah up with one arm and carrying the groceries and his flight suit in the other. You must have let yourself in, because the door was unlocked. "It's just us," he called out, and you poked your head out of the kitchen. Bradley was already grinning as you smiled at both of them and came to get Noah from him. 

"Hey, Noah. Ready to color again?" you asked, taking the child in your arms. Bradley's heart skipped around awkwardly as you smiled at him over your shoulder on your way back to the kitchen. That lipgloss was like a beacon, and he followed right behind you. 

"I started making dinner," you told him. "I hope you don't mind."

Mind? Bradley couldn't think of anything better than you, coloring with Noah and making dinner. 

"I'm sorry. I was supposed to have done that."

You just shrugged and set Noah down on one of the kitchen chairs. There was an assortment of coloring and craft supplies in front of him, and he got right to work. 

"I figured you two got held up. I'm just making spaghetti, nothing crazy." Bradley watched you stir the noodles. Usually when he did that, they ended up in a gigantic clump. 

"Well, thanks. I did get some pasta sauce. And I think there are some meatballs in the freezer. Oh, and this is for you."

He watched you turn to face him, and your eyes lit up when he handed you the coffee creamer. It was as if he'd just handed you a bouquet of flowers or twenty bucks. 

"Thank you," you sighed softly. "I didn't get enough coffee today."

Bradley turned on the coffee maker for you. "That's pretty much the only thing I always have here. Drink as much as you want, please." He ran his hand through his messy hair. "I could use some too, I think."

"What time is your date?" you asked, turning toward Noah and finding him coloring the page with the hippos on it. 

Bradley's eyes went wide. "I have to be there in thirty minutes," he said, grimacing as you strained the pasta. 

You laughed. "Guys have it so easy. You can throw on some jeans and a nice shirt. Run your fingers through your hair, and bam, you're ready to go out."

He watched you work from behind, taking in your jean shorts and tee shirt. He should really be getting ready to go, but he didn't want to move away from you. "Nah, women have it easier."

You looked up at him over your shoulder again, something that already made Bradley smile. 

"Now this reasoning, I've just got to hear," you said, raising one eyebrow.

"Guys don't need a lot to work with. Makeup and all that stuff? Don't need it. Is it nice sometimes? Sure, I guess. But just hanging out at home, eating popcorn in my pajamas with the right girl sounds pretty good right now."

"Yeah," you agreed, scooping spaghetti into three bowls. "It does. Maybe that's what Noah and I will do later."

And now Bradley was jealous of his three year old child. 

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You watched Bradley inhale a bowl of plain spaghetti in his fitted jeans and blue dress shirt. He looked like any woman's dream date, and you were sure he would end up scoring a second date if he wanted one. 

"Bye, bub. Be good," he said, kissing Noah on his forehead. And when he took a step closer to you, a brief flash of him kissing you on your forehead crossed your mind. You bit your lip to keep from gasping, and his eyes tracked the motion. 

When Bradley's lips parted before he swallowed hard, you had to reach behind you for the edge of the counter. 

"I'll have my phone on. Not sure how long I'll be out. Should be home by ten?"

"Sounds good," you told him in a soft breathy voice. "No rush."

As he was turning to leave he reminded you, "Seriously, you're welcome to eat or drink anything you find."

You just nodded as he strolled through the living room and left to go make some other woman feel like she just won the lottery. 

"Hey Noah, wanna sing some songs while I do some meal prepping for you guys?" you asked. 

He was now sitting in the middle of the floor with his blocks out. "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star!"

"Good choice." You sang song after song, occasionally stopping to help him with his building projects. You sipped your coffee out of a mug that said My best friend went to Glacier Bay and only bought me this stupid mug while you portioned out spaghetti and meatballs. At least this way Noah and Bradley would have something to get them through the weekend. 

You found some frozen chicken, and next time you could make them some fajitas or something with it. But this was the saddest kitchen you had ever seen. Well maybe besides Greyson's. 

And that was the first time you had thought about him all day. You hadn't stopped thinking about Bradley and Noah. 

"Another song!" Noah exclaimed, and you started Old MacDonald for him. You put the containers of spaghetti into the refrigerator and sat on the floor with your mug of coffee. After building a few towers, you got Noah to agree to make some construction paper crafts. 

"Can you make me a dog?" he asked, and you made him a sad looking red dog. That was followed by a weird looking yellow cat and a blue moose. 

"Let's make you a crown so you can be Prince Noah," you said, pushing his dark hair back from his forehead. He looked a lot like Bradley. He was so cute, you wondered what his mom looked like. You wondered what happened to her. She didn't seem to be involved at all, and Bradley never talked about her. 

"And you can be a Princess!" he shouted. 

"Sure," you said with a laugh. And half an hour later, there was a mess of construction paper all over the floor and a giggling child in your arms. 

"We can watch one short cartoon, and then it's your bedtime," you told him. He already looked sleepy, and he couldn't stop yawning. He sat next to you on the couch with his yellow crown crooked on his head. Your own purple crown was a little crooked too, but you didn't want to take it off yet. 

You didn't want to bother Bradley on his date, but you snapped a quick photo of Noah in his crown and texted it to him. You got an immediate text back.

Bradley Bradshaw: He looks cute. Where's your crown?

You pressed your lips together. Should you send him a selfie while he was on a date? Before you could change your mind, you took one and checked it before sending it to him as well. 

Bradley Bradshaw: A crown fit for a princess.

You led Noah into the bathroom to get ready for bed with a gigantic smile on your face. You helped him brush his teeth and get changed into pajamas. You read him three books and got him a sip of water, but you were still smiling. 

"Let's leave your crown on your dresser," you told Noah, gently taking it off his head as he sank back onto his pillow. "Good night," you whispered, but he was already falling asleep. 

You felt soft and warm inside as you cleaned up the mess on the kitchen floor. You emptied the dishwasher and cleaned the counters. You picked up the toys on the living room floor. When you opened up a bag of Skittles and just started to settle in with a textbook, you got another message. 

Bradley Bradshaw: I'll be home soon. Didn't want to scare you again.

It wasn't even 9 o'clock yet! Why was he already coming home? You weren't going to complain. The idea of him kissing his date goodnight or bringing her back here left a weird taste in your mouth. You popped a few Skittles to try to make it go away. 

A couple minutes later, when the front door opened, you nearly choked on your candy. God, he was so hot. He was carrying a six-pack of beer and a bottle of wine, and you couldn't help but wish he'd invite you to hang out longer. 

"You're home so early," you said from your spot on the couch, and his eyes met yours immediately. "Was your date awful? Or did she take one look at you and bail?" you asked, barely able to contain your laughter as you adjusted your paper crown. 

His lips parted as he huffed out a laugh. Then he glared at you as he headed your way. "Okay, Princess. First of all, yes, she was awful."

You were about to ask what happened, but he continued on.

"And second, no woman has ever taken a look at me and decided not to come back for a second one." He was staring down at you on the couch, and now you couldn't remember what you were going to say. 

You pressed your lips together as heat flared through your body. "You know, I believe that," you said softly, making him chuckle. "What was wrong with her?"

He just shook his head and heaved a sigh. "Doesn't like kids."

You scoffed. "Well she'd like Noah if she gave him a chance. He's an angel."

Bradley smiled down at you before taking a seat on the couch so that his thigh was rubbing yours.

"Was he good tonight? No tears at bedtime?"

"Mmm, he was perfect," you managed to say as his body heat radiated through his pant leg.

"That's good. Hey, I need a drink. Do you want something?" he asked, holding up the wine and the beer. "I wasn't sure what you liked, but I sure as hell wasn't about to drink a thirty dollar martini."

He had thought about you when his date ended. He had thought about coming back here and having a drink with you. He had thought about what you might like. You needed to catch your breath. "Sure. I'll go grab some glasses." When you started to move, Bradley pressed the wine bottle against your leg.

"No, I'll go. You stay here."

You watched him walk away, and then you buried your face in your hands. You'd never make it out of here with your dignity intact if he kept being so sweet.

"You cleaned the kitchen," he called from the next room. He returned with two mismatched glasses and a corkscrew. "You didn't have to do that."

"I made you some meals, too. Your refrigerator reminds me of my ex-boyfriend's fraternity house," you said, pretending to shudder as he looked at you.

"Ex-boyfriend, huh? Is there a current one?"

You were going to melt. You were going to slide onto the floor and pass out. "No." You were surprised your voice came out as steady as it did. He looked pleased. He was smiling as he sat down next to you again.

"That's good. Wouldn't want to keep you here in the evenings and make him miss you. Wine or beer?"

It took you a second to realize he was asking you a question. "Um, wine." Your mouth felt dry as you watched him open the bottle and pour some for you. "So did you just ditch your date and stop at the liquor store?"

Bradley snorted as he poured himself some wine as well. "Pretty much. I should have known it would be bad from the get go, you know?" he asked, setting the bottle down and clinking his glass to yours. "She likes the opera and martini bars, and I... don't. Not that I can't hang, but I would just rather-"

"Eat popcorn on your couch in your pajamas. Yeah, I know," you said with a smirk. He just looked at you again like he couldn't quite make sense of you. "So where did you meet her anyway?" You picked up your bag of Skittles and ate a few before handing them to him.

"On an app," he said before he dumped a few directly into his mouth. 

"You're on a dating app?" You were surprised.

"Yep. My friend hijacked my phone and downloaded it. I don't even know what all she put in my profile." 

"Gimme your phone," you said, holding out your hand. "I want to see it."

He just entered his passcode and groaned. "Fine, but I get to finish the Skittles." He handed over his phone and then dumped all of the remaining candy into his mouth. You watched him chew for a moment before you looked down at his phone. 

"Holy shit," you whispered. 

"What's wrong?" he asked, leaning a little closer to you.

"Nothing, it's just your photo."

"Is it bad? Nat said all my photos were terrible."

You laughed right at him. "No. It's very good."

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Bradley was not going to be able to keep his cool for much longer. He just sipped his wine, wishing there was more candy for him to stuff into his mouth. 

"It's good?" he asked you as you scrolled through his profile.

"Oh yeah. Both of them are. But you need more photos than just the two. Wait, golden retriever energy?" You burst out laughing and let your eyes wander all over his face. "Yeah, I can see that."

"I still don't understand what that means," he grumbled, leaning closer again as you opened the tab for his matches. 

"You have almost three hundred women trying to chat you up!" 

He just scratched his mustache. "I do? Are you sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure. Look," you said, holding the phone up. "That's insane. Didn't you set any filters?"

"Huh?"

"Filters," you mumbled. "There's gotta be... oh, here we go. You need filters. Otherwise you look desperate. Or like you just want to hook up." You met his eyes, seemingly searching for an answer.

"I'm not desperate. And I don't want to just hookup," he promised, leaning back against the couch and watching you work.

You leaned back too, nearly resting your face against his shoulder. He wished he could just match with you on the app and call it a day. 

"Okay, what's the age range you're into?" you asked softly, your purple crown sliding down a little bit on your forehead as you juggled his phone and your glass of wine. 

"Um, I guess my age?"

You rolled your eyes at him. "You're only interested in women who are specifically thirty-six years old?"

"Well, no. I guess broader than that," he replied. He was about to say twenty-five to forty, but he changed his mind at the last second. "How about twenty-four to forty?"

You looked at him and smiled. "Okay," you murmured, typing something into the app. "Now there's a little checklist where you can make different selections. Would you date someone with kids?"

"Yes."

"How about a smoker?"

"No."

"What about...." 

Bradley listened to you ask him each question, and he answered all of them for you. But he couldn't stop looking at you, curling up closer and closer to him. Your face was so cute and animated. Your eyes were so expressive.

"And now," you said, grinning at him. "It's time for some more pictures. You don't have any other photos saved to your phone?"

"You can look. But it's all just pictures of Noah," he said, realizing too late that when you opened his photo gallery, his most recent one was the selfie you sent him. 

"Oh," you whispered, grinning down at his phone before pressing your lips together. Bradley was too embarrassed to say anything, so he just let you swipe through his photos. "Mostly Noah," you said softly, still smiling at all of them. "Looks like I'll just have to take some."

You held up his phone and took a picture of him before he could stop you. "Oh, please don't post that," he told you, reaching for his phone, but you held it up over your head in an effort to keep it away from him.

"What? You looked okay," you said, glancing up at the screen. "It needs a little something extra though." Carefully, you removed your paper crown and set it on his head, your fingers brushing through his hair. They were gone in an instant, but now he was craving your touch. It was insane how close you were to him. You shouldn't be this close.

"How's it look?" he whispered.

"So cute," you said with a laugh, and he let you snap a photo. "We could post this one and say A Prince looking for his Princess."

"Absolutely not."

"Come on! I'm sure anyone would jump at the chance for a second or third date with that!"

Your whole face was lit up when you talked, and Bradley just wanted to play along. "Nope," he said. "It's your crown anyway. Maybe I'll just stick with calling you Princess." He gently set it on your head again, letting his fingers graze your hair. 

You sucked in a deep breath. "Only for you and Noah. He did tell me I was a pretty Princess earlier." 

Bradley wanted to kiss you. He really thought you would let him if he tried it. He let his knuckles brush against your cheek before he pulled his hand away, causing your eyes to flutter closed while your lips parted. 

"Looks better on you anyway," he whispered, memorizing the way your eyelashes brushed your cheek where his hand had just been. 

Why couldn't he feel even a fraction of this attraction to either of the women he'd gone on a proper date with? Women who were his age. What was he even thinking here?

It was as if you could read his mind when you opened your eyes. "Well, if you'd just sit nicely for me, I could take an additional photo for the app. That plus the filters should have you matching with people who you're more compatible with."

Bradley swallowed hard. "Fine," he agreed, and you were smiling so much, he couldn't help smiling too. When you showed him the photo, he had to agree that he looked pretty good, and then you were adding it to his profile.

"There," you said, finally handing back his phone as you stood and stretched in front of him. Your arms were high over your head, and your back was arched like some sort of depraved ballerina from his fantasies. Jesus, he knew he could get hard for you instantly, and that thought terrified him. 

"Thanks," he mumbled, his voice so deep and raspy.

"Now, instead of a million pointless messages and matches, hopefully you'll have a handful of good ones."

Your words made sense, and he mulled over them as you gathered up your things and headed to the front door. 

"You'll text me when you want me again?" you asked softly, and Bradley nearly moaned.

"I will," he agreed, closing and locking the door behind you with a soft groan.

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Good job, Princess. You just made him more likely to find a match online. Enjoy your babysitter fic @beyondthesefourwalls

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Some self-indulgent Rottmnt! Raph x reader because I'm bored and projecting and had a Moment™ earlier.

Reader is a pale fox, agender and transmasc btw, although not much of it comes up besides species.

'This is gonna be great!' I think to myself as I trek through the dark and damp sewers, purposefully ignoring the small puddles splashing around my boots and holding my bushy tail off the ground. 'I'm going to get to spend the night with my boyfriend, at my boyfriend's house, and meet his family! Shit did i wear the right outfit?' I ask myself as my paws pat down my shirt. 'I mean, it's a plain black turtleneck shirt and my fancy schmancy green jeans, you can't go wrong with that! And i made sure my earrings are the nice matching stud ones too!' My right paw moves once again to feel up long pointed ears, claws catching on the three metal studs on each side, while the other stays wrapped tight around the strap of my plain black duffel bag. 'Yeah, I'll be fine!'

'Did i put all my earrings in? what if one closes up during dinner or something or they're lopsided? did i remember to pack pyjamas that are decent? God please don't tell me I packed two shirts instead of a shirt and pants again. what if my mascara runs? or my eyeliner? fuck did i smudge it on the way down?' I glance over the side of my hand as i keep moving. Luckily i don't see any dark streaks in the pale tan fur. 'Oh okay nevermind. no black streaks, we're all good there at least.'

I barely have time to continue my spiraling train of thought before I reach where I was instructed to go. I pulled out my blocky red phone to shoot Raph a text to let him know I arrived. I couldn't see this supposed door and i didn't wanna just barge in either way.

Me: Hey, I'm outside! 💚

RedRover❤️: Oh okay!! I'll be right there love!

I started rocking back and forth on my heels while i waited the minute or two before the supposed door swung open. There, holding open the hidden, round, cement door stood my beloved partner. light poured out from behind the barrier and surrounded him in a halo of sorts. 'God, why does he always have to look ethereal?'

"Hey Red! you look nice as ever." a warm, fuzzy feeling couldn't be ignored at the compliment. seriously, how does he do this shit??

"Hello, also Red! you look stunning, love." i respond back without skipping a beat, making us both try to hold in peals of laughter at the matching names. It was almost stupid how easily it worked. they were our signature colors either way! What with his red bandana and the red markings in my fur, it wasn't a hard conclusion to come to.

As soon as we both collect ourselves, which takes a minute or two, he steps to the side to let me past. the sudden anxiety hits me worse then it did getting ready or even walking down here. I hold out my hand a little, a nonverbal ask to hold his hand, and he almost immediately scoops it into his larger one.

"Are you sure they'll like me..?" the words come out quiet, almost inaudible to even my ears, but he still catches them.

He squeezes my hand reassuringly. "they'll love you, Red. i just know it."

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He, infact, did not 'just know it'.

So far, everyone except the orange one, named Mikey, the spider yokai, Big Mama,.and the human girl, April, has a avoided making direct eye contact or speaking to me as much as they can. maybe it's first time awkwardness, maybe it's jitters, maybe they just don't like me.

The dinner table was just big enough to fit all of us, which was nice, and was laid out with bowls and plates. I'd offered to help set it earlier, but the blue one, Leo, had only shooed me away. tomato soup and grilled cheese was laid out, and now I feel like I dressed too fancy. God i look ridiculous, a blank spot in a sea of color.

Leo and the purple one, his twin Donnie, sat side by side as far away from me as possible, both their fathers and their mother seeming to follow suit. Raph sits to my left, April to my right and Mikey between her and Donnie. The other human, CJ or Casey, sat between Raph and Draxum. This left Big Mama sandwiched between Splinter and Draxum.

"Bone apple teeth!" Mikey calls, making everyone groan or giggle, before grabbing up the soup pot and ladle to pass around. I ultimately decide to try to wait until everyone else has gotten theirs so I'm not rude, but my plan is foiled when Raph notices my tenseness and scoops some into my bowl before reaching over me to pass to April.

Across the table i can see Leo lean towards his twin and whisper something. Both of them whisper heatedly for a few minutes and occasionally break eye contact to glare in my general direction, which only serves to make me want to shrink in on myself.

The urge to shrink in on myself only got stronger as dinner wore on, but luckily Mikey must've picked up on it. He kept up a slow and nice gentle conversation between the table, asking about everyone's day and basic info from me. Eventually everyone became wrapped up in their own seperated convos and left just me and Mikey talking, scooting and leaning back since April sat between us.

"So! what's your favorite color and why?"

"hmm.. green. It's very calming and it matches nicely with my fur, especially darker greens! very nature-y."

"OOOO! that's a good one! mines orange, obviously! it's a very warm, happy color and i love that!"

"Man you're reason is even better!" quiet giggling breaks out between us for a few seconds. "okay, okay! what's your favorite.. hobby?"

"oh definitely painting or baking! yours?"

"hard to choose really, either watching movies or listening to music."

"lame, man!" his words were harsh if his tone wasn't teasing.

as our conversation continued I could faintly make out remarks from the other side of the table over the other conversations. CJ, the other human, and Draxum, the other dad, were talking about school i think. Raph, Big Mama, and April were gossiping and arguing semantics. and the twins were whispering again.

Eventually Leo slammed his hands on the table and stood up. everyone had been done eating for a while now, but the sudden movement drew everyone's attention. The tense atmosphere was back, not as strong as earlier, but still there.

Without a word Leo gathered his and Donnie's dishes and left, presumably to clean up. everyone soon followed suit.

"I can get yours if you want." I offered to no one in particular, but Mikey, Raph and Splinter all took me up on the offer. As i made my way towards the kitchen hushed voices flowed out and immediately halted when I turned the corner. Glares followed me as i made my way to the sink, pointedly ignoring them, and rinsed the dishes quickly, ready to get out of their hair.

Instead, both turtles left and I decided to just finish the dishes to be polite. 'I wanna make a good impression so pleaseeeeee let this help.'

Turns out, the dishes didn't take very long and by the time I was heading back out it'd only been a few minutes.

By the time I was out there, movie night had been set up. Everyone was piled onto the floor to watch a Jupiter Jim movie and passing around a communal popcorn bowl, as Raph had told me earlier when we made the plans. Quickly and quietly i moved to sit next to Raph, snuggling my left side into his as everyone settled. About halfway into the movie Raph got a text and excused himself, as did Leo and Donnie. After a few minutes I decided to get up too, to get some water and refill the communal popcorn bowl, which was now reduced to unpopped kernels that CJ and Mikey kept eating. April snagged and handed me the bowl once i offered and I departed.

There was talking as i walked down the hall towards the kitchen, and i tried my best to ignore it so i wouldn't be rude.

unfortunately, my ears picked up a conversation i wasn't meant to hear.

"oh come on Raph! you brought a canine, a predator, into a house full of prey, and three other predators, and expect nothing bad to happen? what if theyre a villain? or lose it and return to their basic instincts? what then, huh?!"

'what is going on?'

"what? Leo, what do you mean basic instincts?"

"He means, dear Raphaella, returning to a predator mindset. seeing our family as either prey or competition. what do you expect us to do then?"

'oh..?'

"basic instincts dont affact anything, De-"

"Oh really?? explain that to your chirps and churrs and your savage episodes. explain that to Mikey hiding in his shell instinctively when threatened. Explain that to Donnie and I swimming often and our strange diets. WE have basic instincts too Raph, the only reason they don't affect our lives is because we aren't predators!"

'oh. okay.'

I stormed around the corner now, bowl still in hand and tears welling in my eyes. anger burning bright behind them. "You know what? fuck you! I've tried all. night! to prove I'm not some vicious fucking predator and you still accuse me of being one when I'm not even fucking there! I'm!- I'm.." the bowl slipped from my fingers, clanging loudly onto the floor.

horrified looks sat on everybody's faces in varying degrees. Donnie looked shocked I'd been there at all, Raph looked upset and pitying, and Leo.. he looked like i was about to murder him.

a small choked sob escaped me once i realized what I'd done. tears rolled down my face and effectively dragged my makeup with them. they didn't trust me, or love me or even like me. they see me as a monster. because of my stupid species. okay then, sure, fine. that's fine I'm fine everything is fine.

I began speed walking down the hall I'd came from, looking for a escape or place to hide. 'I'm such a fucking coward. running and hiding instead of letting them say anything. God this is pathetic, I'm letting my boyfriend fight my battles for me after i scared the shit out of his family because i just can't handle it. stupid stupid stupid.'

I hadn't realized I'd walked through the back of the silent living room, movie paused on the wall, or passed a frantic Mikey jogging down the hall towards the kitchen while absorbed in my thoughts, nor did I realize the yelling starting again and getting louder. all i could focus on was the "basic instinct" to get the fuck out of there.

Eventually, after a minute or two of twisting halls, I found a bathroom. perfect spot to hide, i guess.

I gently closed and locked the door behind me, not wanting to draw any more negative attention to myself. I flicked on the light, only to decide it was way too bright and turn it off in favor of the dim lamp on the counter.

The bathroom was a light green in color, with black and white checkered floors, which was nice i suppose. it didn't soothe my nerves but it provided a comforting atmosphere in a way. something that told me "its okay, let it all out" in its own little way. The bathtub was covered in a black curtain and looked inviting. I gently shifted the curtain aside as I started to hyperventilate, sitting myself in the tub. The quiet was soothing at first, but eventually it only made the bathroom into an echo chamber, making my thoughts bounce around my head in a quickening spiral.

It felt like an eternity before the knocking started. My sobbing only got worse, and louder in turn, which made the thing, person, call out. I couldn't process what was being said. I wanted to tell it to go away, to leave me in peace, but the words were stuck in my throat. my face was buried into my knees as i tightened my curl into upright fetal position, tears drenching my jeans knees worse then they already were. the knocking stopped as a few voices began talking outside followed by two sets of footsteps padding away. Light flooded the bathroom not long after and I shrunk in on myself further, curling my tail around myself to be as small as I could.

Footsteps echoed around the walls and the curtain was pulled aside as an unconscious growl built in my throat. When the voice started talking, my head snapped up, lips pulled up to bear my fangs and eyes wild. the thing, Orange one, jumped back in fear before backing, terrified, out of the room and closing the door. 'goddamnit this is only proving their point. i am a monster. i am i am i am i am i am.'

the same two words continued to float around my head until frantic, heavy running came down the hall and the door was thrown open again. My fur puffed up and my claws came out even more, only serving to make this feeling worse. My heartbeat was pounding in my ears and i couldn't hear anything else for a moment. Then the door was closed, something soft was sat down somewhere, and the light from the hall left, but the new thing didn't leave. the curtain was again pulled open, but much slower this time. 'I really fucked up and scared someone haven't I.. goddamnit! stupid stupid stupid stupid!'

the curtain finally revealed the figure. Tall and dark green with red patterns and fabric. I knew him, i felt safe with him. my fur didn't lay back, but the growing growl stopped and i could hear something other than my heartbeat again.

"hey hey.. easy there, you're okay, Red, Raph's gotcha.. you're fine.."

gentle hands wiggled under my arms and lifted me from my spot in the tub, holding me like a wet kit, before he stole my spot. I almost began growling again, how dare he steal my spot?, before i was placed slowly in his lap facing him.

A large, gentle hand began to smooth my fur, softly pushing it back down, as another hand cupped my face. His thumb moved to push away tears and smooth fur there too. My thoughts stopped their spiraling as i finally processed everything.

'This is, was, my boyfriend, sitting in his bathtub with me, trying to soothe me from.. whatever that whole ordeal was, and somehow not mad at me..'

As if he could hear the question in my head, he began to speak. "It's not your fault, Red. Nobody's mad at you, I'm not mad at you. And I'm not scared of you either, I can practically see you thinking it, and you've gotta know that I'm not scared of you. I don't think i ever will be scared of you a day in my life. what happened out there wasn't your fault, you're gonna be okay.. it's all gonna be okay.." as if my sobbing rubbed off on him, Raph started to tear up too.

I practically threw myself into his plastron, clinging tightly to him as the, now dry, sobs wracked my body. His hand that had been cupping my face was now gently sitting on the back of my head while that hand that'd been essentially petting me never stopped it's work. Our crying dyed down after what felt like forever, but neither of us dared to move for a while longer.

"a-are you gonna l-leave me?" i asked with a wobbly voice, still on the teetering edge of crying again.

"what? no! of course I'm not leaving you Red!" his voice was almost offended i asked, but somehow pitying too.

"b-but-" i wanted to argue that he should. I'm as dangerous as they claimed, I'll only hurt.

"uh-uh, no buts. I'm not leaving and that's final." i was pulled tighter into his plastron as the petting stopped. "i won't go unless you want me to, and even then I'll always be here for you. capishce?" the hold softened as he leaned back, trying to get a good look at my face.

".. capishce."

comfortable silence fell once again l, just until i could breathe right and stopped shaking, before he spoke again.

"Do you wanna get cleaned up and try again?"

"mm-mm", i hummed while shaking my head no against his chest.

"why not, Red?"

".. they hate me."

"oh Red.. they don't hate you-"

"yes they do! you heard what they said, you saw how- how scared Leo looked when I yelled!"

"they don't hate you Red. They don't. please, trust me. they don't hate you, we can try this again and get it right this time. if it doesn't work out then I won't force it, but i think you all might've just gotten off on the wrong foot."

".. okay"

i slowly worked to separate myself from him as he stood up, helping me up in the process. I squeezed my eyes closed and turned on the light. and when I reopened them holy shit it was bad.

eyeliner and mascara made black tear tracks through pale fur, most of my cheek fluff was laying flat and wet, my nose was running a little and when i glanced at Raph it only made me laugh a little. his plastron had a big wet spot right in the middle of it, complete with mascara smears.

Raph almost immediately brightened at my laughter and began laughing too. "gods we look stupid," i managed to get out between breathes, "so what's the plan, tiger?"

"whatever you wanna do, love. we can go to your place, or stay here or whatever."

"... can I get changed into pyjamas before we try again? please?"

Raph took a minute to jokingly inspect my outfit before agreeing. my knees were itchy from the tear soaked jeans and my shirt felt a lil too tight around my neck right now to be comfortable.

Somehow i hadn't realized the duffel Raph had brought with him and set on the toilet, maybe because he was standing infront of it but whatever. I walked behind him to the bag and got changed in the shower. the shorts and tank top were comfortable, but thank god i brought makeup wipes.

-----

The second meeting was much better, but not a perfect success. Donnie didn't mind me much anymore, but Leo still seemed to hate me a lil. That was fine, I could live with that, It was my fault.

Everyone was settled back in the living room, ready for a different movie. a vote was held and, after a lot of yelling, Piss in Boots; The Last Wish was chosen. Raph and I volunteered to go make new popcorn and dipped within the first 5 minutes.

It was not just popcorn. there were drinks for each person, and pop tarts for Donnie and Mikey, and fruit for Mikey, and applesauce for Leo, and chocolate for the humans, and dry ramen noodles for Splinter and Raph.

"You want anything specific, love?" Raph asked, his back to me as he leaned to reach the top of a cabinet while i dropped into a crouch to gather drinks from the cooler.

"I'm okay! thanks though!" I lied through my teeth, I'd done enough, i would be good anyways. I apparently got caught eyeing the ramen and fruit though.

"mhm.. sure." another ramen packet was added to the pile and another handful of fruit was thrown into the bowl.

the food was hauled back to the living room, and my skills from being a waiter set in. i had 2 drinks in each hand, caught between my fingers in a odd way, and two bowls balanced on each arm, one popcorn and one fruit. somehow nothing fell. I actually got a little applause out of Mikey and a laugh from somewhere in the room.

By the time everyone had their snacks we were, like, 20 mins into the movie. everyone was content and, after delivering the go go squeeze and a pepsi to Leo he even seemed to mellow out a bit. everyone was happy and fine, it would all be okay. especially if Raph would get the stupid mascara off his plastron. (whish he totally failed to do in the bathroom, by the way!) Mikey passed fruit around with the popcorn and, apparently, nobody ate it except Donnie, April and I, everyone else was too focused on the movie or their own snacks.

comfortable and safe, I leaned over to April and asked "psst, what'd we miss?"

"ohh okay! so, basically"..

#ignore any spelling mistakes its 2:50 am over here 😭😭 #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt raph #rise raph #raph x reader #raphael x reader #rise raph x reader #rise raphael x reader #tmnt x reader #rottmnt x reader #hurt/comfort #angst #fluff #rottmnt angst #rottmnt april #rottmnt mikey #rottmnt leo #rottmnt donnie #rottmnt splinter #rottmnt draxum #rottmnt big mama #gender neutral s/o #my writing

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Championship pt1 S.J

Scarlett Johansson x daughter!reader

Summary: Having a busy schedules makes it hard to pay attention to everyone.

Reader POV Recently, my mum has been ignoring me. She's at home the whole day but she spends her time with Rose and Colin. That is the fate of the adopted, being forgotten easily, being tossed aside. I guess I should be glad they remember to place my set of cutlery and bowls during dinner time. I wondered if I just walked out of the house would they notice?

"Hey mum..." I tried to get her attention.

"Wait. Can't you see I'm busy?" She continues to face her laptop typing away things that I cannot see. I nodded my head and walked back to my room. Busy, a word that everyone uses when they need an excuse not to do something. I guess she doesn't want to have to do anything with me at all. I held back my tears even though I was shaking.

The next morning, I left a note on her table. I wanted to talk to her yesterday because today is my Badminton Championship, the first time our club managed to get to the finals. I wanted to invite her since I know she's not doing any projects at the moment but I thought wrong, I should have invited Elizabeth instead.

This is what I get for having expectations, I get disappointed.

We get to skip the last two periods of school to get ready and head to the school that was hosting the championship. We did our warmups and listened to the coach's guidance. The opponents we were matched against were the reigning champions of badminton. It was tough but we managed to fight through and win 3 games to 2.

Our team jumped from their seats and cheered and cried at our victory. We finally won a trophy for our school! We had our group hug and went on with the victory ceremony. To celebrate the hard earned win and our effort not gone to waste, we decided to have a team dinner.

>time skip to after dinner<

The dreaded time has come. It managed to stay out of my head until I parted ways with my teammates and had to go back home. Since I was the captain (I wish), I was tasked with holding the trophy until the next day of school. Maybe with the proof in hand, I will manage to get her attention? To be worthy of her attention?

With a heavy heart, I pushed open the front door. As much as I tell myself I don't need her, I desperately wants her attention. I could hear my heart thumping as I walked towards the living room. The sight broke my heart, the three of them with Rose in the center. Hell, do they even know someone walked into their house?

"I'm back." I said to them with their back facing me. Did I not say it loud enough? It was only when Scarlett turned to grab her phone did she realise I was there, even then, she said.

"How long have you been standing there? Why haven't you changed out of your clothes? Do I have to tell you to do everything?"

If someone has microscopic hearing, they would have heard my heart breaking into a million pieces. I turned around and wiped my tears and headed back to my bedroom. I put the trophy on my desk before walking over to the window. My room is on the second floor (the next one from the ground floor). It shouldn't be that high right?

I looked down and gulped. I should be okay, I should be okay. I am an athlete. I can take this.

I took a deep breath and jumped and rolled on the floor as I landed. Thank goodness for watching so many action dramas.

I took out my phone and called Elizabeth. I thought I would be okay but once I heard her voice, I broke down. I haven't cried in front of Scarlett and I don't know what to say. "Y/N sweetie, why are you crying?"

Between my sobbing, I told her to come and pick me because I left the house. Without questioning, she came over and brought me over to her house.

"Oh shit. I forgot you were married." I stopped at the door.

"No... it's okay. Come on, let's bring you to the guest room."

"What happened? It's not like you to run out." She said after settling me on the bed.

"I-I don't know what to do... I know I should be grateful and- and many people would kill to be in my position. But I just want her attention." I cried until my eyes hurt. "I wanted to talk to her yesterday but she said she was busy. I placed a note on her table today hoping she'll come to my championship but she obviously didn't appear. She didn't even know I came into the house just now." I gripped onto Lizzie's shirt and cried onto her shoulders. "I don't know what to do..."

"You don't deserve this. Let me call Scarlett." She reached towards her back pocket for her phone.

"No no no. She doesn't know I'm not at home." I stopped her from calling Scarlett.

"Okay, but I'll be talking to her tomorrow."

"What about school?" I asked.

"Do you want to go to school?" I nodded. "Then I'll go over to your house tomorrow to help you pick up your school stuff."

I smiled and thanked her for allowing me to stay over and express my frustration. Before she left I asked "Is it too much to ask you to stay?" I really wanted someone to hold me.

"Of course not sweetie."

#scarlett johansson #marvel mcu #mcu #mcu fanfiction #scarlett x reader #mom fanfic #scarlett!mom #x daughter!reader #championship part 1 #championship #my writing

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Devotion (17)

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*Leighton's POV*

"God I can't believe we're doing this again" I huffed, standing on a laid out blanket, the ends being held down by spare books so we didn't slip.

"I can't believe you're letting me film it again" Colby snickered, Sam setting up the tripod.

"Fuck off" I grumbled, praying these leggings didn't split when I lunged. "You guys aren't allowed to laugh at me! I refuse to pee myself on camera!" I warned, Logan pulling out his phone, aiming it at me as I narrowed my eyes at him, "Logan Jude" my voice lowered, Logan snickering to himself. "I hate you all"

"Come on, Leigh! It'll be fun!" Cynthia encouraged, Colby moving to stand on the second blanket.

"God I remember how much these sucked last time" I groaned, starting the first lunge stretch, Colby and I followed a familiar tutorial.

"You complained the entire time" He laughed, matching my stance.

"For good reason! This shit hurts!" I complained, switching to the other leg, "And I don't even know if it did anything for my labor!"

"This baby is normal right?" Cynthia asked.

"Normal?" I grunted, confused.

"Yeah. Didn't Gemma come out all wancky or something?"

"Wanky?" I laughed, carefully lowering myself to the ground. "You mean how she was like backwards or whatever?"

"Mhm"

"As far as we know, baby Brock is all good. Gemma apparently sucked more than this one should because she was Sunny Side Up" I explained, carefully leaning forward, awkwardly leaning so I didn't crush my belly.

"Look at you, Leigh!" Colby praised as my face scrunched up, feeling the pull in my back.

"I swear to god if this gives me fucking back pain imma murder someone" I spoke through clenched teeth.

"So what's the purpose of this?" Kat asked, watching from behind the camera.

"Stretching my hips, working on my back muscles and shit.. whew" I blew out, moving to take the pressure off my leg, "It's supposed to... dear god" I groaned, "Supposed to help with labor" I quickly spat out, attempting to shift into the more difficult position, "I hate yoga to begin with" I groused.

"How is Colby doing this just fine" Kat laughed, my heart dropping to my stomach.

I knew she didn't mean anything by it, but it didn't make me feel great.

"Because he doesn't have a fucking bowling ball in his stomach" I snapped.

"Don't take it personal, she's always grumpy doing this" He teased as I licked my lips, contemplating just laying down and giving up.

"I should make you tape a watermelon to your stomach and do this" I huffed, giving into my thoughts as I laid down on the blanket, my brain quickly reminding me that I can't lay on my back; hating how everyone was watching me struggle to gracefully roll over.

I'm convinced I look like a beached whale.

"What are you doing?" Colby asked, towering over me.

"Giving up" I grumbled, finally moving onto my hip, only to feel pain go up my back making me gasp.

"What?! What happened?! Are you okay?!" He panicked. "Leighton!" the urgency in his voice not helping me with my deep breathing as I ignored him, "Leigh—"

"Shhh!" I shushed, my eyes squeezing shut as I moved my hands onto the blanket, pushing myself up, feeling the ache on my lower back, "Ow- motherfucker" I grunted.

"What? What happened?" He continued to worry, crouching down next to me, "Leigh, baby, I know I'm annoying you but you have to tell me what's going on. I'm not  a mind reader" 

"Your fucking baby happened, that's what" I grumbled, Colby offering me his hand.

"What hurts?"

"Shut up! Just shut the fuck up for two seconds" I begged, slowly adjusting, the muscles on my back near my hips hurting.

The entire room was silent as I panted, wracking my brain for what I did that caused my lower back to hurt.

"Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow" I whined, clutching Colby's hand, "Help-" I panted, "Help!" I pleaded, watching his eyes fill with panic.

"Help? Help with what?! Leighton-"

"UP! HELP ME UP!" I yelled, Colby quickly grabbing my hands to pull me up, only for my face to scrunch up in pain, "Ow! Ow, ow, ow, ow, ow! Fuuuck" I cried out, my muscles spasming, my entire back tensing up, wanting to fall back to the ground.

I could hear Colby's worried muffled voice as tears started to stream down my face.

"I'm just going to get you up, okay?" Colby talked, starting to lift me again as I cried out.

I repeated "Ow" over and over again at different pitches as Colby repeatedly said "I know, I'm sorry", both of us talking over each other until I was on my feet; my hand clutching his shirt as I fell into his chest, Colby's hands tightening on my waist as my tears began to drop against his shirt. 

"What can I do?" Cynthia asked.

"What happened?" Sam said next.

"Is she okay?" Logan questioned.

"I don't know! I don't fucking know! Just give us a second!" Colby spat out, his hands moving to cup my cheeks, pulling me away from his shirt, my tears slipping underneath his thumbs, "Leighton, baby? Do you need to go to the hospital?" He asked calmly, "I know it's hard, but you need to at least nod or something. What hurts? Can you put your hand where it hurts please?" he asked over my sniffles, my hand moving to my lower back. "Okay.." he trailed off, his eyebrows pulling together as the room fell silent.

Standing still helped a lot, the distributed weight on my hips causing the pressure to not feel as intense, my crying having come to a halt, my glossed over eyes and red puffy cheeks being the main evidence of what just happened.

"Should I start the car?" Sam questioned, no one moving an inch.

"I don't.. I don't know. Do you just need to sit down?" Colby questioned, my head immediately shaking as he continued, "Did you just overwork yourself? — Ok.." his voice wavered, watching my quick head shaking, "Do you think it's the baby?" He asked softly, his back muscles tensing under my palms, my head shaking causing his back to relax. "Do you want to sit?" another head shake as I swallowed the lump in my throat, scared to move. "Do you want to go to the hospital?" He asked again, my brain beginning to contemplate it; fear of something truly being wrong beginning to overtake my brain, yet the fear of sitting back doing was putting up a pretty good fight in my internal war. "Can you talk?" He asked, watching me swallow the saliva that had collected in my throat.

"I.. I don't know. I just.. I laid down, and then I.. and then I tried to roll over.. and it just.. it hurt, so fucking bad" I breathed out, wincing at the phantom pain my brain replayed in my head.

"How did you roll?" He assessed.

"I don't know!" I snapped, feeling my chest begin to tighten as my brain replayed the last five minutes. "I don't know, Colby!" I repeated, a whine to my tone as the feeling of helplessness really began to set in.

What if something was wrong?

"Sam, get the keys, Cynthia grab a few of the snacks by the fridge, grabbing a water bottle, Logan, grab a change of clothes, we're going to the hospital" Colby immediately begin to order before placing a kiss against my temple, "It's okay, we're going to go figure it out. Do you need to pee?" He asked, my burning eyes honing in on his worried features.

I shrugged, struggling to speak as we slowly began to walk, Colby keeping a fairly tight hold on my waist as I kept a death grip on his bicep, taking baby steps.

We made it to the bathroom and Colby shut and locked the door behind us, "Just try" he said, my lip hurting from how bad I was biting it, trying my best to conceal my vocalized pain.

"Easier said than fucking done" I hissed, slowly pulling my underwear and leggings down my highs, stopping about midthigh since leaning down caused my to hiss in pain, Colby taking over as I carefully stepped out. "Remember when.. when I said.. I didn't.. didn't ever.. want you.. god" I groaned, "want you to see me pee" I quickly exhaled, my back seizing as I tried to squat to sit down.

"Well babe, I think today is the day" he joked, a pathetic high pitched whine leaving my lips as my ass finally touched the toilet seat.

"I'm never getting up again" I grunted, my entire face scrunched up as my muscles freaked out before everything slowly began to relax. "Jesus christ, sitting on the toilet shouldn't hurt that fucking bad" I grumbled, "I better fucking pee or this shit was for nothing" I groused to myself, my head leaning back as I looked up towards the ceiling.

Please pee. Please Pee. come on.. pee already

I begged, becoming annoyed that nothing was happening.

"Do you not have to?" Colby asked, my eyes snapping back to him.

"Shush! I'm trying!"

"You're trying?" He questioned.

"Yes!.. I'm.. I'm a little pee shy! Stop, don't laugh at me!" I whined, Colby chuckling as my cheeks began to redden. 

"Here, I'll be on the other side of the door, go pee and I'll help you up when you're done" He compromised, my embarrassment flooding over into my stomach as it fluttered.

God, I can't believe this was happening.

I sat there for a few minutes before Colby asked, "Are you done yet?"

"No! I still.. I still know you're outside the door! It's weird!" I called back.

"Leighton, go piss already!" He laughed, another voice muffled by the door.

I listened to Colby converse as I just sat there, feeling myself want to pee, but the idea of them hearing me holding me back.

This was so fucking embarrassing.

"Cars running Leighton! You ready?" Sam asked, my eyes widening.

Sam's on the other side?

Dear god, make me pee so I can get this shit over with..

"Babe? Sam left, I'm coming in" Colby announced before the door opened, Colby shutting it behind him.

"Are you alright?"

"Stop" I whined, feeling my embarrassment begin to mess with my hormones, my eyes welling up with tears as the idea of them making fun of me.

"We can always stop and you can pee—"

"No! Peeing in public is worse!" I interrupted, huffing.

"Here, what if we.." he reached over and turned on the faucet, leaving it on, "Maybe the running water will make you pee. Are you alright? Your back feeling okay? Baby seem alright?" he checked in, my eyes closed as I focused on the running faucet.

"Shut up Colby or I'm never going to pee" I hissed, my head leaned back.

I finally felt my bladder slowly begin to give in as the trickling sound of myself peeing matched the sound of the running water, my brain focusing on finishing peeing before I remembered Colby was standing not even two feet away from me.

"Oh thank god" I exhaled, Colby's snickering making my eyes pop open, "Stop! We are never speaking of this, do you understand?" I warned, Colby's lips rolling into a tight lipped smile as he nodded. 

"Do I need to help you wipe?" he half heartedly teased.

My eyes widened, "Stop! Turn around" I demanded, "You already heard me pee, you're not seeing me wipe too"

"Leighton, it's nothing to be embarrassed of. You've seen me piss"

"Not by choice" I scoffed, recalling the countless times Colby has barged in whilst I've been in the shower.

"I've literally eaten out your pussy and you're embarrassed of me hearing you pee?" He chuckled, turning around as I began to wipe, wincing as I leaned forward, struggling to figure out how I'm going to get around the bump, and not break my back in the process.

"Are you done yet?" he asked, my silence making him peek around his shoulder, "Leighton? What are you doing?" he laughed, fully facing me now.

"Stop!" I shouted, my chin quivering as I attempted to wipe, but every time I leaned forward my back threatened to spasm. 

"Do you need help?"

"No! Leave me alone" I whimpered, still struggling to reach where I needed to.

"Leigh—"

"Colby, shut up!" 

A few minutes passed and a tear rolled down my cheek as defeat started to settle in.

"Can I help you, please?" He asked softly, more tears rolling down my cheeks.

"This is embarrassing" I sniffled, wanting the ground to open up and swallow me whole.

"Baby, it's not embarrassing. You're in pain" he reminded me like I had forgotten.

"It is" I cried.

"Okay... maybe just a little bit" he chuckled, grabbing the toilet paper.

"Colby!" I cried, shame finding home in my chest as he crouched in front of me, the entire thing feeling extremely awkward.

"Alright, how do I do this?" he laughed, only making this worse for me.

"Oh my god! You know what, I'll air dry, it's fine" I huffed, attempting to stand up, only to learn that was a bad idea.

"Gross" He laughed, "And sit still before you hurt yourself even more. Do I just.. reach under and wipe from back to front or?" He questioned, eyeing my belly that was in our way.

"You wipe front to back to avoid infections" I muttered, really wishing I hadn't been born.

"Okay.." He hummed, silence falling between us until I felt his arm brush against my stomach and thighs, my eyes widening as I looked down, feeling the toilet paper swipe against me.

Oh my god

"I can't believe that just happened" I mumbled, Colby reaching behind me to flush before standing up and quickly washing his hands.

"Alright, let's get you up" he murmured, offering me his hands to push up against.

"This is going to fucking suck" I grumbled.

"Yep. So let's get it over with and get you to the hospital" he breathed out, the door quickly opening as I screamed, shooting pain going through my back as I straightened my posture.

"What happened?!" Sam exclaimed, both Colby and I's eyes widened due to the fact that I wasn't wearing any pants or underwear.

"Out!" Colby yelled, standing closer to me as the door quickly shut followed by a "Sorry!"

"I want to fucking die, I swear to god" I groaned, my head falling into his chest as I felt his check vibrate from his chuckle.

By the time I made it into the car, it was dead silent as everyone listened to me cry.

Was this Karma?

What did I even do?

The ride to the ER was grueling. I swear we hit every stop light and bump possible, Sam calling out "Sorry" with every turn we took.

I'm convinced dying would hurt less.

Colby and Logan helped me out of the car and wobble into the ER, my obvious bump causing an immediate reaction with the nearby nurse.

"How can I help?" He questioned as I breathed through the pain.

"She was laying down and rolled over, and her back just started hurting" Colby explained, a wheelchair being brought over to me, confusion filling their faces when I declined.

"It hurts.. hurts to sit" I explained, my voice gruff.

"We're going to need your insurance" Someone else spoke, my brain immediately tuning it out as a different nurse came to assist me.

"How far along are you?" She asked.

"Almost.. almost 6 months" 

We quickly got moved to a back room, passing all sorts of different people on the walk there.

I swore as I sat down on the exam table, answering a million questions, really wishing they'd shut up so I could focus on my back not trying to murder me.

For what was probably the tenth time, I told the nurses and doctors what had happened, Colby by my side as the doctor carefully pressed in on my back, asking me if it hurt whilst a nurse fetched a cold water bottle.

"I believe you pulled a back muscle rolling over" the doctor said.

I've never wanted to smack someone more in my life.

A pulled muscle?

All this pain was from a fucking pulled muscle?

Are you fucking kidding me?

"So what do we do? Surely this kind of pain isn't good for the baby" Colby asked, thankfully stepping up as I imagined carving out my back muscles and throwing them into a fucking river.

"There isn't a whole lot different to treating it whether you're pregnant or not. Really just the same steps. The pain killers, the heat and ice, taking it easy" he listed, Colby nodding. 

The nurse walked back in, handing me the cold water bottle whilst someone else pulled an ultrasound machine into the room.

"Alright, so drinking this, because of it being so cold, should wake the baby and cause the baby to move around, and we're going to make sure everything is alright" He explained, Colby helping me sit up, uncapping the bottle for me.

"The whole thing?"

"Sips at a time should be fine" A nurse smiled softly, reminding me a lot of Gemma's old obgyn nurse Emily.

Watching our baby girl move on the ultrasound machine never felt real, but the air that finally entered my lungs as we heard a strong heartbeat and watched her little fingers be brought up to her mouth made both Colby and I cry.

She was okay

"Every time I see it, I'm amazed" Colby said as we were left alone. "Technology is incredible" he spoke, the astonishment in his tone making me giggle, the pain meds I was given making it easier for me to move around.

"Okay dad" I teased, a proud smile on Colby's face.

"That's right! I am a dad, and what about it? It's fucking cool!" He motioned towards the turned off ultrasound machine.

"You are a dad" I smiled softly, pictures of him and Gemma being cute together flashing through my brain like a slideshow.

"Thank you for making me a dad, and I'm sorry you got hurt" he replied quietly, helping me off the exam table.

"Sorry for uh, everything" I chuckled, cringing at the memory of him helping me wipe.

"It's alright. As long as you and baby are fine, that's all that matters. Now we just gotta get your ass in bed and not let you move. You're practically on bedrest" He snickered, holding the door open for me.

"Shut up! Just because my back's broken doesn't mean I still can't kick your ass!"

"Baby, I'd like to see you try. Less than two hours ago you could barely wipe your ass" He laughed, catching a few of the nurses attention.

"Colby!"

~

Laying in bed, staring at the wall for hours sucked. Especially since I could hear the laughter downstairs from Sam, Kat, Cynthia and Logan.

"We can shut the door, you know" Colby murmured, having laid next to me.

"That involves getting up. I'm already afraid for whenever I have to pee" I grumbled.

"Leighton, I can get up" He chuckled, the mattress firming back up as he got off the bed, softly closing the bedroom door before laying back down next to me. "I'm sorry this happened" 

"It's whatever" I mumbled, my eyes trading the etched in lines on the bathroom door across from me. "Not being able to lay on your back sucks"

"I'm sorry"

"I knew those stretches would be dead to me at some point"

I listened to Colby scroll through TikTok on his phone as my meds began to kick in, my eyes finally falling shut as my body began to relax.

"Babe" I grumbled, my eyes kept closed. "Colby" I spoke louder, Colby's laughter drowning me out. "COLBY!" I finally yelled, hearing him shut up and pause his video.

"What? What's wrong?!" He panicked.

"Your laughter is shaking the whole bed! If you're gonna cackle, go sit on the floor!" 

"Sorry" he snickered, leaning over to kiss my cheek before resting behind me, his hand draping over my side, his hand resting on my bump, "I love you both so much" He murmured against my shoulder blade, "Think Gemma's doing alright?"

"No one's called" I tiredly replied, wanting to desperately shift and move, yet too afraid to even let my arm change position.

Silence fell between us, my eyes staying closed as my mind focused on Colby's hand resting against my stomach.

Every ounce of me wanted to turn around and hug him. Thank him for being here, for helping me, for loving me... yet the fear of moving was a little too real.

A few more minutes passed.

Fuck It.

I slowly moved my arm to be draped over his, my hand laying on top of his hand over my bump, my thumb softly moving to rub against his in a soothing motion before Colby moved his hand, a frown starting to etch it's way onto my face before Colby intertwined our fingers, the back of his hand laying on my stomach.

I couldn't help but let the soft smile brush against my cheeks as I snuggled a little closer towards him, my closed eyes and relaxed body basking in his comforting touch; Colby letting the whispered words "I love you" lull me to sleep.

Waking up to pee was probably the worst.

I swear my death grip on Colby's hand was similar to when I was in labor as he helped me out of bed and to the bathroom, quickly shutting up after joking about needing to wipe for me again after I began to yell at him.

"Ow ow ow ow ow, mother- god" I breathed out, my face scrunched up as I slowly sat back down in the bed.

"I hate this" Colby muttered to himself, my eyes snapping up to look at him.

"YOU HATE THIS?! I'M THE ONE WHOSE PREGNANT AND IN PAIN!" I yelled, his eyes widening.

"I meant I hate seeing you like this" he clarified, my jaw clenched as I tried to lay down.

"We're never doing those god damn stretches ever again" I grumbled, finally in a comfortable position, Colby pulling my fluffy blanket up my body. "Actually, I'm never getting pregnant ever again! Nothing good happens from this!"

"What about the sweet little baby you get at the end?" he joked, my face scrunched up as I tried to reposition.

"My daughter talks back now, Colby. They're only sweet for a few days and then one day they won't stop screaming and then they bite your fucking nipple while breastfeeding and you want to throw them across the room from the fucking pain they sent shooting through your god damn nipple"

"How are you liking motherhood, Leighton?" Colby chuckled, his grin only getting wider as my eyes narrowed at him.

"The sex wasn't worth it" I grumbled, listening to Colby laugh at me.

"That's because you had Gabe's kid" He teased.

"Please" I scoffed, "Like you're any better"

"You want to test your theory?!" Colby faux threatened, "I have your pretty little moans memorized in my brain. The way your body looks on top and under me, the way your back arches to my touch-"

"Oh my god" I groaned, "Those too" Colby interrupted, a smirk on his face. "If my back arched right now, I'd kick you in the balls" I finished, hearing him snicker at me.

A knock on the closed door caught our attention, Colby going to answer the door only for it to open on its own, my brother coming into view with a bag.

"I've brought dinner" he carefully shook the bag, my mouth salivating at the smell of Chinese food.

"Gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie, gimmie!" I made grabby hands at the bag.

"How are you doing?" Logan asked, setting the bag on the dresser, grabbing a few containers out of it.

"She's threatening to kick me in the balls if that answers your question" Colby chuckled, Logan tossing me a look.

"Why?"

"Because he's an idiot. Now hand me my food" I demanded, my stomach grumbling.

"Are you going to sit up?" He asked, popping open the container.

"If I could sit up do you think I'd be in fucking bed?" I snarled, Logan's eyes widening as he passed me the container of chicken.

"Eat and quick! Tame the inner beast!" Logan rushed, my eyes glaring at him as I took a harsh bite out of my food.

"Ha ha" I monotoned, Logan grinning, "You love me! I brought you food!" 

"I barely love this baby right now. I wouldn't go pushing your luck" I grumbled, fishing out another piece of chicken.

"Now that's just heartless, Leighton" Logan faked sympathy, "What did she do to you?"

"Break my fucking back, that's what" I muttered, Colby shaking his head.

"I don't think you can blame the baby, Leigh"

"I could roll over just fine before I was pregnant and never hurt my back. Now, all of a sudden I got a chunky Brock baby in my stomach and down I go!" 

"You know, Cynthia rolled her ankle when she was pregnant with Harper. She did less gripping than you are now" Logan cocked an eyebrow.

"Shut up" I hissed, "Remember when we were playing with those rings and you tried to do a backflip and god the wind knocked out of you? You cried the entire way home and you were just fine!" 

"I was eight, Leighton!" His voice raised.

"Well!" my pitch matched.

"Well nothing. You're twenty something—"

"Twenty something?!" I laughed, "You don't know my age?"

"Shut up, you don't know mine"

"Not true!"

"Then how old am I?"

"Older than me" I grinned, feeling the bed dip behind me as Colby sat down.

"Can I have some?" Colby asked, reaching over me to pluck some chicken out of my box.

"Fuck off, Brock! This is mine" my fork slapped his hand.

"Ow!" He laughed, quickly removing his hand from my box as I stabbed another piece of chicken, "I think some of my skin cells are on your fork" he chuckled, my nose wrinkling as I brought the fork to my mouth, hesitating, "Damn it, Colby! You ruined my chicken!" 

"HA!" He laughed, a frown filling out my face as I stared at my chicken. "More for me—"

"Wait!" I shrieked, his hand coming to a halt, "That was the fork! I got fingers!" I swatted his hand, grabbing a piece of the chicken with my fingers.

"You're a different type of animal when you're pregnant" He teased, my jaw dropping.

"What does that mean?"

"It means you're a savage" Logan chimed in, my head turning to look at him.

"I am not! And if anything, blame him" I nodded towards Colby, "If I recall, I didn't impregnate myself!"

Logan's face wrinkled, "Gross, stop there"

"Oh? You don't want to hear about my sex life?" I teased, Logan grimacing.

"The idea of my baby sister being sexually active is disturbing. Makes me want to strangle the guy who touched you"

"Be my guest!" I laughed, "He's right there, have at it big brother" I motioned towards Colby who looked gobsmacked, "Leighton!"

~

"I'm sorry I ruined our trip" I sighed, Colby carrying my bags back into my parents house.

"You didn't ruin our trip. It was nice to have some down time with our friends. Have you uh, thought any more about moving back in?" He asked, apprehension in his tone.

"I mean, I have to give it some good thought huh? You uh, kinda wiped my ass more than once this trip so I think the least I can do is consider sharing a common space with you again" I teased, Colby shaking his head at me, a small smile on his face.

"I thought you were embarrassed?"

"I am embarrassed! But embarrassment isn't going to do me much good if I'm marrying you" I giggled, his jaw dropping.

"Me? Embarrassing you? Never!"  

I kicked my shoes off, Colby leaving my suitcase by the door as we scanned the living room.

"I thought G was here with Landon?"

"Maybe they went somewhere?"

"Gemma?! Mommy's back!" I called out, both of us moving towards the kitchen, finding it empty. "G? Coco and Momma are back! We've missed you!" I tried again, moving down the hall. 

"Gemma!" Colby called out, nothing in reply.

"Huh. Maybe they went to the park? I can text Landon" I pulled out my phone, opening our texts and sending off a quick message.

"Your mom would still be here, right? How come no one's replied?" He asked, the two of us going back into the kitchen, Colby's lips parting as he quickly spat out, "I didn't mean it like that" my lips rolled as I nodded, clearing my throat, "My dad's been spending more time in the art room whilst mom's asleep. I'm not too surprised"

"Are you sleeping upstairs or downstairs?" Colby asked, catching me as I grabbed a fist full of M&M's. "Leighton! You had an entire bag of Chex in the car!" He laughed, watching me let the chocolate fall into my mouth as I pointed downwards.

Colby took my bags downstairs, reminding me to take the stairs slowly.

By the time I made it up the stairs, I was out of breath, regretting it when I realized I'd have to go all the way back downstairs.

I knocked on the art door before walking in, my dad hunched over his desk, a blending tool in his hand, his hand moving back and forth repetitively.

"Hey" I said softly, "Do you know where G is?" 

"Landon took her to get ice cream and go to the park before you got back" He replied, not looking up from his artwork.

"Oh, okay" 

I watched him for a second, my dad switching between his blending tool back to one of his pencils, never looking up from his paper.

"Was she good whilst I was gone? She told me she was, but my little girl is becoming quite the liar" I chuckled.

"Just like her mother" he replied bluntly, the smile dropping off my face.

"Dad? Did I do something to upset you?" I questioned, not having time to play people's games.

"You didn't tell me you went to the hospital" He said, my eyes widening.

"Oh"

"Yeah. Oh" he looked up from his paper, tiredness evident by the dark circles and bags under his eyes.

"Who told you?" I asked, a stern father-like look.

"Leighton Rae Fox. I'm tired of having this conversation" he began to scold.

"What conversation?"

"Your lying" his look intensified, my face scrunching up in confusion.

What did I do?

"What lying? I was fine. There was no need to worry you"

"Then why did I have to find out from your brother, who found out from your other brother that my eldest daughter went to the hospital?" He glared.

"Logan told Landon?"

"You should've told me! I was worried sick about you!" 

"Well clearly not sick enough since you didn't fucking call!" I shot back, watching his eyes widen.

"LANGUAGE!"

"I'M AN ADULT!"

"AND I'M YOUR FATHER!" He matched, rising from his chair.

"I WAS FINE!" I shouted, tired of being treated like I was a child.

I hurt my back. It's not like I fucking passed out like the last pregnancy. 

"That's not the point, Leighton. I care about you, and you got hurt enough to go to the hospital and I had to find out from someone else. You're my daughter, and you're carrying my grandbaby! Sorry if I was worried for your wellbeing" He huffed, sitting back down, grabbing his pencil.

"I'm sorry I didn't call you. I spent most of my time in bed with Colby, sleeping or eating food. I hurt my back, that's all. I had help, I was a few hours away from here, but I was okay. Baby is okay, I'm okay... Are you okay?" I asked, my dad back at grazing his pencil over the paper.

The silence lingered for a moment too long, concern starting to set in.

"Dad?"

I heard him sigh, watching him set his pencil down and look up at me.

"You know I love you, right?" he asked, my brows furrowed as I slowly nodded.

"Of course. What's this about?" I asked, my dad nodding towards the chair across from him, my feet slowly carrying me there. "Dad?"

"I've been uh, needing to tell you something" He started, my head turning as my ears perked.

"Is it bad? Your tone says it's bad. Worse than me going to the hospital and not telling you?" I tested, my dad picking up his pencil again. "Worse... than.. me.. getting pregnant.. after breaking up with my friend?" I tried again, my tone slower as worry began to really set in. "Dad? Worse than me on drugs..?" My head leaned to the side, trying to gauge whatever was going on through his head.

"You uh, know how we've been having people come in to help me with your mother?" He started and I nodded, "the nurses" I added, dad nodded.

"Yeah, the uh, nurses"

Where was this going?

"What about the nurses? Did something happen?" I worried, dad shaking his head, only confusing me more.

"Nothing like that, I just..." he paused, clearing his throat, "They're expensive, you know?" He finally sat, my head tilting.

"What?"

"The nurses? They're expensive? Do you need help paying for them? I'm willing to chip in! What is it? How much is it?" I quickly spat out, dad shaking his head.

"I've been putting off telling you this but uh, I think... I think we need to sell the house" He said, my eyes practically popping out of my head.

"WHAT?! Sell the house?! Are you insane?! This is where we grew up! Where my child comes over! Where I got kicked out! Where you met my fiancé! You can't sell it! This house is built on memories, dad!"

"i know that, Leighton! But I can't afford it! With your mothers medical bills, the house bills, the food bills... I'm scraping the bottom of the bucket, Leighton and it's only getting harder the worse your mom gets. The amount of nurses that come in to help me bathe her—"

"Dad, I can help you" I interrupted, my lips parting, fighting words resting on my tongue as he replied, "You're pregnant Leighton!" only to have him beat me to it, barely taking time to breathe, "And I can't have us holding you back from your life"

"You're not! I'm willingly helping! You're my parents! That's my mom you're talking about! My mother! The woman that birthed and raised me!" I shouted, pointing at the white door, my hands moving a mile a minute with my words.

"I know, Leighton"

"You can't sell the house" I refused, my dad sighing.

"Leighton"

"No! You can't"

"I'm not going to live forever, Leighton. It's going to go at some point"

"Give it to me" I quickly spat out, his head shaking causing my hands to clench.

"You hate it here"

"No I don't"

"Leighton, you've hated California since we've moved here. As a little girl you complained about how hot it was, and how we didn't have a pool and about how the neighbor kids are stuck up—"

"They still are!" I argued, dad sighting again, my hand wanting to smack the sympathetic look right off his face.

"You hate it here, honey. You always have. I can't ask you to take on such a big house when you haven't wanted to live here to begin with" 

"That's not true! My family is here!" I argued, "I met Colby here! And Gabe! I had my baby here! Hell, babies!" I corrected, leaning forward against the chair, resisting the urge to stand up and pace.

"You go where your family goes, Leighton, and your family is in Minnesota. I'm not giving you the house. I just, I wanted to let you know we're selling it" 

"How? How are you going to sell it with mom here? You can't just up and move mom every time someone wants to walk through the house! And cleaning? How the fuck— sorry." I apologized, watching the stern look appear back on his face, "How are you going to keep it clean enough to show? This is a lot dad"

"I'm aware Leighton, but I don't have much choice"

"Why? How much money do you need?"

"Enough to know that selling this house will help a lot" He leaned back against his chair, my lower lip getting caught between my teeth.

"Dad" my head tilted, a knowing tone making his eyes close. "Where are you going to live? How are we going to pack this stuff up and move mom? Have you thought this through? I—"

"Of course I've thought this through, Leighton! This is a hard decision to make, but I don't have much choice. Look, it's either mom, or the house and as much as I love this house, and all the memories we have here, I can't afford to lose your mother. I'll go bankrupt before I lose her, Leighton Rae"

Before the quietness could overtake, I sighed, leaning back against the chair, catching his eyes with my own, "How can I help?"

"What?"

"The move. Mom. How can I help?"

"You have enough to worry about, Leighton. I'll figure it out"

"No, it's okay. Let me help. We need to clean. Clean the carpets and such. Pack up our stuff? Take photos down? Call the realtor? Make me a list and I'll get to work. Just worry about mom, yeah?" I swallowed, my tongue coming out to wet my lips as I pulled open my phone, googling good realtors in our area.

"Leighton, as much as I love you, you're a shitshow" he chuckled, my jaw dropping, "You're in your mid twenties, pregnant, living in your parents basement with your daughter whilst you fight with your fiancé. You're between jobs and in recovery of a drug and alcohol problem. I think I can handle calling a realtor hun"

"Look, I know a lot is going on, but I'm working on it. Colby and I are on better terms. We're figuring it out. Just tell me what to do and I'll get started. We'll figure this out" I shrugged, wincing as I pushed myself up out of the chair, feeling my back tweak, breathing through the pain.

"I'll let you know, alright?" he agreed, both of us nodding at each other. "Now, let's go downstairs before your daughter gets here and starts causing havoc on the place"

* * * * 

Colby's cancer free!!!!!!!! 

Zach made me leave the bathroom scene in, instead of deleting it... lol

Written on: July 5th, 9th, 10th 2023

Published on: July 10th 2023

Word Count: 6272

Part Eighteen

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