#doing a full day of footie

[ohhtobeagooner]

the blonde epidemic in football rn… pray for them

#watching tottenham vs man u #doing a full day of footie #since i can’t watch the arsenal match #and i hate myself

[whatsk-poppinhomies]

Pairing : Lee Felix x F!Reader TW : reader is pregnant ; still extremely fluffy ; Word Count : 1.7k Request : nope! A/N : 11 work days later and I'm finally off!! YAY!!!

“Lix, baby…” You sweetly said his name, staggering back a little as you both walked through the store. He was going there to simply get new headphones for his computer and of course he wanted you to tag along with him, but you always got sidetracked when passing the baby aisle, and this time you weren’t longingly looking at the booties or the onesies… You had a tiny little plan forming in your head. 

“Hmm? What is it, angel?” He responded back just as sweet, his freckled cheeks lifting and his eyes squinting as he looked at you, his smile wide yet slightly bashful. “What’re ya doin?” He quizzed, eyeing you with full interest now as you held up two different pairs of newborn footie pajamas. 

“Which one do you like more? This one…?” You held up a green pair that was printed with frogs and little lily pads. “Or this one?” The other pair was a pale yellow with a small embroidered duck at the top. “Only three seconds to choose one though, come on!” You chimed, trying to make it more like a game so he wouldn’t get an idea of what was happening just yet. 

“Ahhhh…” His eyes wavered back and forth between the little sets before his finger shot forwards to point at the yellow outfit. “That one’s cuter, and it’s closer to Bokkari so, obviously I’m gonna choose the duck.” He explained, and you nodded along in agreement. “Look at this though, angel.” He said as he started walking again, not straying too far off as you hung the outfits back on the racks, making a mental note to remember where they were for when you came back to get them. 

“What is it?” You asked, walking over to where he stood in front of a nursery set that was duck themed, his eyes sparkling as he looked at it. “Oh… Oh that’s adorable.” You picked up the set, flipping it over to see the price on the back of the box before setting it back down again. “And completely ridiculous. $60 for a blanket and a bib? They’re charging for the packaging.” 

Felix snorted, wrapping his arm around your waist and leading you to the electronics section, his mind back on track once more. “It’s cute that you completely forget that I make a ridiculous amount of money doing what I do.” He teased, playfully squeezing your side and making you jump before you leaned into him. “Don’t worry, once we have a baby, they’ll be set for life. They’ll never want for nothing.” 

It was hard to fight back the urge to tell him right then and there, but you bit your lip, looping your arm around his and resting your head against his shoulder. “I love that you’re already planning on spoiling them…” You teasingly murmured, smiling softly up at him. “How will I ever compete with you?” 

He paused for a moment, and you assumed that he was just trying to think of an answer to your question, but his gaze that was laid upon you softened as he turned to stand in front of you. “It’ll never be a competition. Everything we do will be as a team. Whatever I get for them, even if you’re not there when I get it, it’ll be from the both of us.” The short moment of sweetness quickly changed to him teasing once again as he leaned in to kiss the tip of your nose. “What’s with all this baby talk? Hmm? You got something to tell me?” He wiggled his eyebrows playfully, and you shook your head fast, hoping that he didn’t pick up on your nervous giggling. 

“I’m having baby fever again. You know how bad it gets when I walk through the baby aisles.” You reasoned, and thankfully, your explanation was good enough for him. He was used to you having the baby talk the whole way home after shopping trips, but your mind would usually trail off into something else as soon as you got home. You’d have to keep up with the pattern if you wanted to keep this a secret, at least long enough to get everything ready for the surprise. 

2 weeks, one secret doctors appointment, and a small shopping trip with Chan later, and you finally had the little gift box prepared to surprise Felix with. It took a lot to keep yourself from telling him before the two weeks was up, but you just kept it in the back of your mind that his reaction would be adorable, of course it would be, everything he did was adorable. 

The camera was set up, under the advice of Hyunjin who wanted so badly to be there to see it, but he also knew that if he was at the house when Felix got home it would raise some questions and might have spoiled the surprise. Everything was being recorded, and truthfully, this would be a moment that you’d love to look back on later on in life. 

“Angel…” Felix called out from the front door, and you heard his shoes tumble onto the floor and the quiet sound of his slippers sliding across the hard wood as he slipped them on. “You okay?” Of course, today was one of those days when the wonderful symptoms of carrying a child kicked in full force and had you leaning over the kitchen sink as you tried to hold back the nausea long enough to give him his surprise. 

“Mmhm…” You hummed, cupping a bit of cold water in your hand and sipping a bit of it before turning around to face him. “Think I just ate a bit too quickly.” You explained, giving him a smile when he came over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. “I’m not sick, really. Come… I have something to tell you.” You said, and the sudden bout of sickness had your voice lacking the excitement that you had been hoping to convey. 

“Is… Is it bad?” He stammered, and you could almost see through his chest, visualizing his heart sinking at your words. He truly was too good for this world, he was far too sweet, and you immediately felt bad for even accidentally worrying him. “You’re not leaving me… Are you? Did I do something wrong?” 

“No!” You said, maybe a little too loudly, his eyes widening in shock at the sudden outburst. “Sorry… Sorry. I’m not leaving you. I just… I have a surprise for you and… I really want to show you.” You said the words a little too fast, and you hoped that he was able to catch all of them. He still seemed a little confused, but you were already grabbing his hand and leading him to the living room. “Sit… I have to run to the bedroom to grab something.” You motioned to the couch with your head, and once he was finally seated, you ran to the bedroom and grabbed the little box out of the top of the closet. 

“You’re not… proposing, are you? I wanted to be the one to do that…” He said, watching you with suspicious eyes as you walked back into the living room, your hands behind your back to hide the box from him. “What is that? What are you holding?” He inquired further, craning his neck to try to see behind you. 

“Shh.. Just close your eyes and hold out your hands.” You waited for him to do so before placing the little box in his upturned hands, and then you sat on the little seat across from him. “Open…” You whispered, and your heart was hammering in your chest now as you watched his eyes scan over the little box that had congratulations written across the lid. 

“What is it…?” He asked, and you motioned towards the box with his hand, silently telling him to open it. He carefully set it down on the coffee table before shimmying the lid off, and you heard him gasp softly when he saw the tiny teddy bear and the little note. “Appa…? Me? I’m… You’re… Really?” He questioned, and you hesitantly nodded your head in agreement, not able to fully gauge his reaction just yet. Then he lifted the note and on the backside you had carefully taped the ultrasound photo, it wasn’t much, but the little bean was there, and he could see it clearly. 

“Lix…” You nervously whispered his name as you watched his hand go to his mouth, and you could have sworn you heard a sigh… or maybe it was a sob… But you couldn’t really tell how he was feeling just yet. “Are you… okay? I’m sorry, I just-” 

His head shook, and when he finally looked at you, his hand falling to his lap, you could see he was smiling. “This is amazing…” He choked out, pushing himself up off the couch and striding over to you only to drop down to the floor in front of you, his hands moving to your stomach. “I’m so happy… I… I don’t even have words. This… We’re having a baby… We’re gonna have a family… Us… We are…” 

“We are…” You agreed, your own tears beginning to form and trickle down your cheeks. His hands moved up to cup your cheeks, his thumbs working quickly to wipe the tears before they had the chance to reach your chin, his smile never faltering as he looked up at you with eyes that sparkled and shined. “I love you, Felix…” 

He pushed himself up, kissing you gently, his lips tasted of salt from his tears and a slight hint of coffee. “I love you more, most, mostest, more than anything. Thank you… For giving me this gift, for loving me… For making me happy, for making me the luckiest man in the world.” He sighed, and then he started laughing, a soft laugh, a chuckle that came from his chest that seemed to vibrate through him. Your head tilted to the side questioningly, but he only shook his head. “I’m glad that wasn’t a proposal… Because I have to run to the bedroom real quick and grab something… Just make sure you say yes to my next question.” 

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[judebellvngham]

HOW WELL DO YOU KNOW ME? , jude/jobe b.

summary: you, jude and jobe do the water dunk question trend on tik tok.

pairings: jude bellingham x fem!reader (platonic!) jobe bellingham x fem!reader (platonic!)

warnings: don’t really know 👎👎

notes: @hummusxx made a post about how there is no siblings with jude and jobe imagines and i literally have been thinking about it non-stop because i feel like they would just be so chaotic so i wanted to write this 😭

thought this was just a cute little short imagine.

✩

“so we are doing the dunking challenge thingy, but with both of my brothers!” you say very excited behind jude because you finally got them to a do a tik tok with you. jude sat in the chair behind the bowl of ice water, while jobe was off to the side.

“so what? you ask a question and dunk my head in?”

“if you don’t answer or get it wrong then she does it.” jobe answered for you sitting down right next to you peaking the side of his head to the camera, and you laughed at his shyness.

“why did i agree to this?”

you let out a small laugh before thinking of your first question, jude looking at the camera with pursed lips and a hint of determination on his face.

“okay, starting easy for you- what is my favorite show at the moment?” you say grabbing on to the back of head laughing as you do so.

jude scrunched up his face, his forehead curled as he thought about it. as he took longer to answer you started to push his head down closer to the water but he was forcing his head back up.

“wait-wait” he laughed out as you pushed his head down further almost touching the ice cold water. “that one show- fuck what is it called?”

jobe was on the side snickering watching this whole thing. “that one show?” you laughed pushing his head all the way down into the water practically drowning him and he pulled himself out water dripping from the top of his hair and his face.

he let out a breathy laugh getting up from the chair, “it’s queen charlotte, you didn’t give me enough time to think.” he shook his head at you.

“think quicker?”

you now sat in the chair with jobe standing behind you getting ready to question you next. you left out a heavy sigh trying to get ready for any question jobe was going to ask.

“what made me get grounded for almost a year?” jobe asked and you jumped up immediately to answer.

“you broke the tv because you were playing footie inside after mum told you not to.” you answered quickly jumping out of the chair quickly out of excitement. jobe shook his head at you moving back out of the frame of the camera, him and jude switching positions.

“i swear i’ve never seen jobe more scared in my life, mum went absolutely mad.”

“that was too easy jobe- you’ve got to hit her harder..” jude said grabbing you by the shoulders sitting you back down, his face full of determination. he grabbed you by your ponytail making you jerk backwards out of instinct.

“jude!” he only ignored your call.

“what was the DAY did i score my first international goal for england?” you instantly started to shake your head knowing good and well you did not remember this. you only remembered who was against not the exact date- and jude knew you wouldn’t.

“it was sometime in november.. yeah i don’t know just do it. ” you said accepting your fate- jude laughed gripping your hair pushing your head all the down into the bowl the cold water numbing your face. you squealed into the water before he pulled you back up.

“now this is fun.”

“for fucks sake jude” you laughed wiping your dripping face. jobe hunched over still practically dying know over this game. “you knew i wasn’t gonna get that.”

“yeah that was just for shits and giggles” he snickering going off camera.

“jobe stop laughing and sit your ass down.”

jobe glared at you, sitting down in the chair like you asked.

“who is my favorite footballer?” you say between laughs, and jobe smiles his eyes eyes crinkling. jude moved closer, his interest suddenly peaked because if it was anyone other than himself he was going to go mad.

jobe looked at jude snickering at his face. “bukayo…” he sounded unsure answering but he knew it was right because you let go of his head.

“seriously?” jude looked up at you with a look of disbelief.

you pursed your lips giving him an awkward glance, “you are a close second don’t worry!”

“you hear this madness? likes my mate more than me.. just mad.” jude says to the camera shaking his head.

now jude sat with jobe standing behind him, you taking this as your chance to think of new questions that would throw them off.

jobe let out a sigh grabbing onto jude’s head before asking his question, “what was my favorite school subject?”

jude looked around as if the answer was flying in the air, and to be fair you didn’t even know this answer so you just sat quietly to the side.

“was it maths? you liked that didn’t you?” jude was completely unconfident about his answer genuinely not knowing.

jobe threw his head back at his answer, “bro what? you must think i’m miserable” jobe laughed before dunking jude’s head a lot less hard than what you did.

you laughed as well because who’s favorite subject would be math?

“jude you are terrible.” you exclaimed as he walked away to grab a towel obviously fed up at this game.

✩

“okay we are back!” you clapped back in the chair. jude holding on to your neck this time moving your head side to side.

“you have a flimsy neck, like? what is up with this” he started to shake ur neck more aggressively but immediately stopped when you popped him on his hand. jude could be so annoying.

“jude i swear to queen lizzie i’m gonna kill you.”

jude laughed thinking of a question to ask, “what is my favorite food?” you squinted your eyes putting your finger on your lip thinking hard for a moment.

“um i mean you like pasta?” jude’s grasp on your neck loosened thinking about whether or not he should give it to you, because technically it wasn’t wrong.

“i mean like, sure i guess i honestly don’t even think i have one- just food innit” jude said while you roll your eyes at him.

“then why would you ask silly?”

he only shrugged him and jobe switching positions you still sitting in the chair. “my feet are tingling guys” you say to the camera and jobe gives you a weird look.

“okay, how many years was i at birm city?” jobe asked and for some reason your mind just went completely blank trying to do the math in your head.

“come on you should know this y/n” jobe said to you grabbing the back of your head bobbing back and forth to tease you.

obviously you took way too long because next thing you knew your head was being submersed into the ice cold water. you jumped at the action catching you so off guard. “what the fuck” you said as your head hovered over the water. both jobe and jude laughing at you.

jobe pushed you on the side of your head, “11 years.”

“oh.. i was gonna say 8 i’m not gonna lie.”

“what an idiot”

the water was now all over the kitchen table and you were sure that he had gotten in your phone.

as jobe sat down you hovered your hands around his neck making it seem like you wanted to choke him not remembering you could see him.

“i see you y/n.” he said pointing at your phone that was recording.

“sorry, intrusive thoughts”

“okay um! what was the name of my first pet?” you asked with a smile, jude on the side looking at you like you were stupid.

“your first pet? it was all of ours..” jude said off to the side and you snapped your head towards him.

“was i asking you?”

no response.

“okay then shut up” you say turning back to jobe who was hiding his face laughing.

“i swear your just so mean.”

you ignored jude, “okay what was it?”

jobe squinted, “it was that dumb looking turtle, man was so miserable with us.” and the whole room just went silent at that because how could he say that about the late turtle.

“okay first off all.” you started giving a fake attitude. “he wasn’t dumb, and second.” you took both of your hands to the back of his head pushing it all the to the bottom of the bowl with force, until he came back up gasping for air.

“bro” jobe coughed into the bowl making you make a face of disgust.

“are you okay?” you asked awkwardly.

“oh shut up” jobe said getting up from the chair letting jude sit.

“okay! jude you ready?” you asked and jude shook his head mouthing a ‘help me’ to the camera. you hit him upside the head and he sat up straight.

“i’m ready.”

you laugh to yourself covering your mouth getting ready to ask your question, one you knew was going to be hilarious.

“okay, when- what is my boyfriends name?” and jobe snorted right next to you making you throw your head down into jude’s shoulder laughing.

“like you could get a boyfriend.” jude said making you snap your head back up, your mouth touching the floor.

“what the hell does that mean?”

jobe had is head down on the counter on the verge of tears from laughing so hard.

“you have a boyfriend?” jobe questioned through laughs making your jaw drop even further.

“you guys literally met him not too long ago.”

jude and jobe looked at each other, kind of communicating with their eyes until they could remember what the hell you were talking about.

then all of a sudden they both started laughing like mad men, jobe clutching his stomach with one hand and the other covering his eyes.

jude was literally banging his hand on the table trying to gather himself.. “wait- wait- you mean that central cee looking wannabe guy?”

this made jobe go even more hysteric. and you just looked at them in disbelief.

“his name is-” you started before you were interrupted.

“no no we don’t care, jesus y/n you can do better than that geez.” jude said and you rolled your eyes at him.

“you know what” you walked in front of jude grabbing the bowl of ice cold water and before either of the could stop you, you poured the bowl on top of his head, some of it landing on jobe.

you laughed as they gasped in shock, jude’s body curled up from the cold cursing at you. jude got up and gave you a look that you knew to run from.

as you took off and jude started chasing you, jobe grabbed your wet phone from the table giving an uncomfortable smile to the camera.

“i think i won this challenge.”

#football #footballer x reader #jude bellingham #jude bellingham x reader #jobe bellingham #jobe bellingham x reader #jude bellingham x platonic reader #footballer fluff #soccer #real madrid #jude bellingham x you #jobe bellingham x you

[yeeterthek33per]

Girls Like You (Katrina Gorry x Reader)

A/n y'all wanted part 2, so here she is 😊

Warnings: teeny mention of bad times. Little bit of mention of some violence, not much, though. Mentions of mental health. Some mention of illness.

Also, buckle in, guys. She's a long one.

Part one

Katrina was sure she'd left her favourite shirt on the top shelf. That way, it was away from grabby hands and accidental spillages. Of course, now that she actually needed it, it was missing.

Harper's sat on the bed, playing with an electronic drawing pad. (She made the mistake of giving her actual non-toxic markers one day. Never again.)

As she digs through the large pile of clothing now on the floor, there's a small knock at her bedroom door.

"Hey, Min, just me and Kyra, you need help with anything?"

She sighs softly, standing up again and walks to the door, pulling it open.

"Yeah, I can't find my favourite shirt. Have you guys seen it?"

Charlie thinks for a second.

"You mean that blue sleeveless one?"

"No, the white button-up."

Charlie frowns for a second.

"Don't you own like ten of those?"

Katrina shakes her head. "No, Harper keeps spilling things on them, and at the rate she's doing it, my washing machine can't keep up, so I'm pretty sure I'm down to one again."

She rubs at her face softly. This really wasn't helping her nerves now. Charlie sighs softly before pushing the girl to the bathroom.

"Just put on your other clothes, and get ready. I'll have a look while you finish up."

"Thanks Cha."

She waves her off and continues digging through the mess that she'd probably end up having to lock in the wardrobe and clean up when she got back.

She puts on a pair of blue denim shorts and a simple tank top, so she's not wearing nothing when she steps out.

Twenty minutes of makeup, and another twenty for hair, later, and she walks out of the bathroom.

She can see Charlie sitting on the bed beside Harper, chatting with the small girl, keeping her occupied while she draws as well.

"Oh wow, is that a soccer ball?"

The girl eagerly nods her head.

"That's so coool. I love it. Who'd you draw it for?"

"Mummy! Soccer makes her happy, I made it for her."

Katrina's heart just melts that little bit more. Charlie turns to Katrina with the same expression, hand over her chest.

"Any luck?"

"Yup, it was on the top shelf in the corner still."

She rolls her eyes, and Charlie tosses the shirt to her.

"Of course it was."

She puts the flowy white shirt on and checks her reflection, huffing slightly.

"Nerves?" She hears from behind her.

Charlie's watching her with a small smile.

"Little bit. Nothing I don't normally deal with. In theory, this should be the easiest thing I've done all week."

The blonde only leans her head into her palm. She knows that's not really the case.

"Buuuut?" She prompts gently.

"But.. ugh, I don't know. She makes me a little nervous, is all."

"A little? Min', you've been jittery all week. What's making you so nervous? She obviously has the hots for you, and she set this date up, despite the fact you asked her out, so she obviously wants to go out."

"I know, but like, what if I end up being a disappointing date or something?"

Charlie gives her a pointed look.

"You're kidding, right? Min', I love you and care about you, and I'm gonna say this in the nicest way possible while your child is currently crawling all over me." Harper grins up at the defender.

"You are the nicest, sweetest, protective, and most caring person and a brilliant mother and one heck of a footy player. If you're disappointing to her, she's losing out on a world of love that she won't ever find elsewhere."

Katrina looks down, fighting a small flush creeping up her neck.

"Okay, but what if the fact that I have a child scares her off?"

"Are you serious? You better not be."

Katrina only blushes more at that. Charlie sighs softly.

"Min', aside from the circumstances you both met in and the fact she met your child before meeting you. She said yes to a date, knowing full well you had a kid. In fact, she messaged you just yesterday, asking if the date went well enough, Could you both spend your second date doing something with Harper. It's been four days, and she already loves this little human being. And I certainly don't blame her."

She trails off, giving Harper a big kiss on the cheek, making the girl giggle.

"Yeah, okay, I get your point." A smile makes its way onto her lips at the sight.

"You better. I'm serious Min', you're too good for her not to know what she'd be missing."

She gives her a grateful smile.

The older woman sits back on the bed, and Harper jumps out of Charlie's arms and into her mother's.

"Hi!"

"Hello, little miss."

It makes her little one giggle again, and she hugs her tight, Harper is very much happy to do the same. She's so grateful to have her. She's been light in her life for the two years since she'd been born.

A ping on her phone pulls her back to reality. It's from you.

"Hey! I'm on my way, be about twenty minutes or so? Say hi to Harps for me.😊"

There's a tingle that runs through her when she reads the message.

Charlie just gives her the I-told-you-so look.

Katrina gives her a small shove and texts you back.

"Hey, all good 😊See you soon 😉. Also, will do!"

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"I'm still nervous, Ash, It's my first date in like four months. What if I fuck it?"

"Dude, just don't fuck HER on the first date and it's fine."

Your sister's voice plays over the speaker in your car. You'd called her the moment you left the house, nerves grating you down a bit.

You roll your eyes at her.

"Yeah, there's no chance of that happening on the first date. You forget she's got a kid that she still has to go home to. Plus, she doesn't seem like the type to have sex on the first date and take off."

"She doesn't have to stay the night for you both to-."

"Alright! Jesus, I get the point. But still, she seemed genuinely nervous about asking me out."

"Wait, so why are you arranging the date then?"

"I don't know? I messaged first, she was happy to let me take the lead on that one, I'm assuming she's just a little busy, that's why I jumped in. Figured it would be nice for someone to take her out."

She pauses for a second.

"You said she's a professional football player?"

"Yeah why?"

"What's her name again?"

"Ashley, I'm not letting you stalk her, you already scared my last date off, I'm not letting you scare this one off too."

She gets defensive.

"I was not going to stalk her, I was just curious where she plays is all."

"Uhuh, right. Thats exactly what you were looking for."

"You want my help or not?"

"Not if you're gonna internet stalk the poor woman."

"I'm just making sure she's genuine and not some serial killer."

"Oh my fucking god, Goodbye Ashley."

"I was just looki-."

You hit the hang up button. You were just about to pull up at Katrina's place anyway.

You pull over on the side of the road and quickly check yourself in the mirror.

You went with a rolled up white rolled see-through button up tucked into a pair of black jeans and a black bra underneath. That and a pair of your lucky white skate shoes.

You try and steel your nerves a bit, wiping your palms on your pants and spray a quick bit of mint breath freshener in your mouth.

You get out of the car and make your way to the door and hit the door bell.

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"Ooh, shes heerrreee." Charlie takes off down the stairs.

"Charlotte Layne Grant! Do not answer that door!"

By the time she tells Kyra to watch Harper and runs down the stairs she's already got the door open.

"Hey, Y/n! She's just coming down now. Now, no funny business, we want her home by no later than ten and- Hey!"

She gets shoved away from the door by a very annoyed looking Katrina.

You watch on, biting your lower lip to hide a laugh, flowers in hand.

You hear her scold the blonde mildly and then she returns to the door a little flustered.

Her hair is down straight but tucked back just over shoulders. The white flowy shirt, rolled back to just below her elbows, shows off her wrist tattoos and her collarbone. Your eyes trail over it before meeting her eye again with a small grin noticing her having done the same.

"Hey, you."

"Hi." She says it with a grin of her own.

You offer her the flowers, and she pulls you towards her into a hug. Your arms wrap around her, keeping the flowers from being crushed. She's only a little bit shorter than you, so you're able to rest your chin on her shoulder as her arms wrap around you.

It's a short embrace, but she leaves a lingering touch to your waist as she lets go looking up at you.

She takes them inside for a second while you wait and returns swiftly.

You step back, holding out your hand for her's.

"Ready?"

She takes it, her hand warm in yours.

"As ever."

As you both walk down the drive and you open the passenger side door for her to step in, she gives you a grateful smile and a small peck to the cheek. You hear one final yell from behind you.

It's Charlie at the door, sporting a glare. "Home by ten." And gives you an I'm-watching-you gesture. You chuckle and salute at the blonde while Katrina yells back.

"You better be watching my daughter, Charlotte Layne."

Charlie's eyes widen slightly, and the front door slams shut behind her when she takes off inside again.

You close the door once she's settled and return to the driver's seat.

"Alrighty, Clicked in? Let's go."

As you pull away, she watches you carefully, waiting for an explanation as to where you guys are headed.

You hum softly. "So, I wasn't sure entirely as to your preferences, so I've got a few places we're going to, if you agree that is, we don't have to go if-"

Her hand rests on yours, your arm having been leant on the centre console.

"I'll go where you've picked for us. Im not fussed, I'm just here with you."

You smile and nod, her fingers intertwining with yours for the rest of the ride. When you pull up in a spot beside a blank modern style building, there's a little confused look on her face that's adorable.

"C'mon, you'll see once we get inside."

You nod your head towards the place. Katrina raises a brow slightly but decides to trust you as you both step inside.

It suddenly makes sense to her as you both step into a crowded bar.

It's an open mic night. In a gay bar.

It's somewhere you're a regular at, to the point where the bartender, Aiden, yells out to you the moment you both step in the door.

"Ayyy, look who's here, ladies, theydies and gents!"

There's a few cheers around the bar as some of the locals spot you. The bar isn't packed, there's only maybe forty or so people in the room, but there's a stage and a mic setup where the current half tipsy singer has stopped to cheer as you come in as well.

Your face flushes as you turn back to Katrina, a really curious look on her face now. "I'm a bit of a regular... for the karaoke, that is." You rub the back of your neck.

"Well then, miss singer, sign me up, let's see what you've got."

You smile and lead her over to the bar.

"Ms L/n, the usual?"

You shake your head at Aiden.

"Virgin tonight, and another entry for, oh, Katrina, this is my best man, Aiden. He's the one who built this bar from the ground up."

He shakes his head as he fills a glass with some lime juice, sprite, mint, and a little soda water.

"Not on my own. Your girl here runs the place when I'm not in town."

Katrina raises her brows at that. You just smile sheepishly. It certainly explained why you were a regular then.

"Okay, I may have lied a little bit about only coming for the karaoke. But it definitely is a highlight, I swear."

She just gives you an amused look.

"What about you, love, anything to drink?"

"Just a soda water, thank you." He nods and pours her drink. He processes the drinks, but when you go to tap your card, his hand jumps in ahead of yours with another.

"Little bugger, you're gonna get me in trouble, man. Paying for my drinks."

"Who said I was paying for yours?"

He playfully winks at Katrina beside you, and you tut and whack him softly, knowing he's joking with you.

"Don't mind him. He can't keep a husband, so he steals my dates instead."

He puts his hand to his chest, giving you a mock offended look.

"How dare you? I'll have you know, it's husbands, not husband."

You stick your tongue out at him. "Too bad none of them could teach you to finance either."

He raises his hands in surrender, with a small laugh. "Got me there. What's getting added to the queue tonight ladies?"

You look at Katrina, but she just gestures for you to take your pick.

"You're the karaoke expert."

You raise your brow but take the tablet from Aiden. Putting in an intrumental that you know well enough and she'll probably know.

"Up for some gender bent Maroon 5?"

Katrina nods and you both grab your drinks.

You take a seat at one of the open tables.

As you both wait for the queue to progress, you talk about what led you to take over part ownership and what Katrina's life is like playing professionally.

"Honestly, he was desperate for someone to babysit the bar at the time. He knew me from back in Uni, knew I'd graduated with some certs in business management, finance, and accounting. So he calls me up and asks me to take over for a few weeks. I kind of latched onto the place after that, and now I do his yearly taxes for him in exchange for a few free drinks and a lifetime entry to the karaoke. What about you, what's the league like?"

"It gets kind of busy during the season, particularly during the summer months. I get asked to play in other spots, and it gets complicated. I play for the Brisbane Roar currently, so media duty is something I get asked to do regularly."

You raise a brow at that. You knew she played professionally, but to what level? You had no idea.

"That's really cool, and that's November through April, right?"

She nods.

"I was in Sweden for a bit with Harper, but I wanted to come home again. At least for a while."

You nod in understanding.

"I was actually in Sweden for about six months doing international work for a company I used to work for."

She tilts her head slightly.

"Really, when was that?"

She takes a drink.

"I came back about a year ago, so June through November."

"Was it meant to be that long?"

"No, it was supposed to be a permanent move, but I got homesick too quickly, didn't know anyone, and I was living on my own for five out of six months."

"So you told them to bring you back?"

"Ha, no, I just quit. They refused, so I left and never turned back. They were underpaying me anyway, I don't regret it whatsoever. Life is less stressful when you work for yourself."

"So what do you do now?"

"Well, when I'm not here doing Aiden's paperwork, I work as a freelance financial advisor/accountant, it pays decent but the residential market in Brisbane is kind of crap, so I live with my sister and her wife in the meantime, do you do anything between seasons?"

She kind of hesitates for a moment, but as she goes to speak, next in the queue is called up.

"That's us." You take a long sip of your drink and hold out your hand for Katrina to take.

She looks a little nervous, now suddenly overcome with a little stage fright.

"C'mon, these guys aren't scary, just drunk and happy to listen to us sing gay shit all night."

She puffs out her cheeks and takes your hand.

You lead her ip the stage and the small audience in the room cheers.

You take the mic for a second.

"Evening everybody, another night in for me. Bringing you Girls Like you by Maroon 5, covered by yours truly, aand."

You gesture to your date.

"Katrina, my new partner in crime."

You nod at Aiden to hit play.

It's a soft piano based melody compared to the usual guitar intro she's used to, but she knows the song.

Spent 24 hours

I need more hours with you

You spent the weekend

Getting even, ooh ooh

You start out singing, hoping to calm the girl's nerves and let her get used to the atmosphere as well.

She's pleasantly surprised by your singing voice, although given the cheers you got, she'd suspected you weren't exactly terrible either at that point.

We spent the late nights

Making things right, between us

But now it's all good, babe

Roll that Backwood babe

And play me close

You gesture the mic to her, grabbing her hand to pull her closer to you and nudge her to sing with you.

'Cause girls like you

Run around with gals like me

'Til sundown, when I come through

I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah

You grin when she sings into the mic with you. She's pretty good, actually. It shouldn't surprise you, though. The smoothness in her voice makes your heart jump a little.

Girls like you

Love fun, yeah me too

What I want when I come through

I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah

You start to sway a little, and her hand squeezes yours as you meet her gaze. You use the moment to watch her sing. Her blue eyes are sparkling under the orange-yellow lights. Her eyes crinkle slightly, and her nose scrunches when the guys in the audience cheer and whistle.

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I need a girl like you, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, yeah, yeah

I need a girl like you

She blushes when the crowd cheers louder and lets you take over again.

I spent last night

On the last flight to you

Took a whole day up

Trying to get way up, ooh ooh

The mic stays in your hand this time, and Katrina steps back a little to watch you sing. The way you smile brightly while singing, the way your eyes close as you let the music take over you, it has her heart racing a little.

We spent the daylight

Trying to make things right between us

And now it's all good babe

Roll that Backwood babe

And play me close

You motion her back over and she bites her lip, hiding a smile as she shakes her head, wanting to hear you sing instead. You raise a brow as you continue, stepping and grabbing her hand to pull her back towards you.

'Cause girls like you

Run around with gals like me

'Til sundown, when I come through

I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

You brush your shoulder with hers, your other hand settling on her back and you feel hers settle low on your hip, you turn and give her a wink as you continue.

Girls like you

Love fun, yeah me too

What I want when I come through

I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Your hand is warm on her back, and she can smell your vanilla perfume from her position beside you as it floods her senses. Your voice is soothing, calming her more energetic side and allows her to relax into you as she sings with you.

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I need a girl like you, yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

Yeah yeah yeah

I need a girl like you

The song rounds out and the audience applauds you both, whooping and clapping and you take a playful bow and turn to Katrina to applaud her as well, giving her a proud smile.

You both step down off the stage, a little hot from the heat of the lamps facing the stage.

"So we gonna talk about the athletically talented mother soccer player being able to sing?"

She coughs slightly and turns her head away. "Nope."

You try to meet her eye again, a small pout on your lips.

"No? Aw c'mon, you were so good up there."

Her face flushes as her head whips back to you.

"Says you. When was that gonna come out? Professional singing level talent."

You end up with a blush matching hers.

"I.. never really pursued it. Not worth it in my opinion."

A raised brow in your direction.

"What? Just not something I was interested in pursuing. Was never stable enough for people so.."

Her face softens, realizing exactly what you meant there.

When her hand grabs a hold of yours again, there's a small tingle that runs up your arm.

Instead of commenting further though, you nod your head at the door.

"You hungry?"

She knows you're avoiding it but she's not going to push, not on a first date. She could actually eat though, she hadn't had food since that morning, a little too stressed about the date and also making sure there no possible way for Charlie and Kyra to screw up looking after Harper again.

"Yes, who knew singing worked up an appetite?" It's said in a joking tone, and you laugh with her as you wave goodbye to Aiden and some of the others.

The moment you step outside, the warm afternoon air has set in with a light breeze. You jog over to the door when you get closer to the car again, opening it for her with a cute bow that makes her laugh. God, you could listen to that all day.

"Such a gentlewoman."

You grin and wink at her, before moving to get in yourself.

"Alright, where to next?"

"How's seafood sound?"

Katrina's face lights up.

"And you just became my favourite person. Seafood sounds perfect, lead the way."

Your laugh gives her butterflies and she swears her heart stutters for a second.

"Yes Ma'am."

And with that, you drive for about twenty-five minutes to a place closer to the water. A little restaurant you'd picked up on while out with your sister.

Katrina's hand is in yours the second you pull out onto the road, her fingers interlocking yours. You graze your thumb gently over the back of her hand. You talk about her early days as a player, her days in the academy and you almost get into her being asked to play somewhere when you pull into a spot.

The restaurant is a quaint little spot, beach themed, because of course it is, and a bar stands on the outside facing the water. Stools line the counter and the waft of cooked fish blows your way in the ocean breeze.

"This place is so good. I come out here when I need to process and just get away, even if it's not too far from home."

"Smells good too."

You wander up to the bar and take a seat behind one of the extended counters meant for two people with the bar window to your right and Katrina sits on the other side.

You order from the employee through the window and get your food without issue.

The woman's soft groan from her first bite makes this worth it.

You chuckle. "Good, right?" She covers her mouth slightly, cheeks reddening as she nods.

She swallows. "Seriously, where the heck do you find these places?"

You shrug, "Honestly, I have no idea, I like to think luck has something to do with it."

"Luck?"

"If, and this is gonna sound bad, I don't really do it so much anymore, but, if I'm having a rough day or I'm feeling lost or just, I need a breather, I tend to wander out into the world for a few hours. Furthest I've gone is like, four hours further inland. Exploring has always been my mental stabiliser. Keeps me cool, keeps me calm when I'm stressed. I don't crave it, and I don't expect it when it does happen but it just kind of happens."

"Where's the worst you've ended up?"

"Well, there's been a few and honestly in my younger years I was kind of stupid too, so I've ended up where I really shouldn't. I was down in Melbourne for four months when I was twenty. In the last month I was there, I ended up wondering somewhere on foot. Keep in mind, it was just a crap way to go about it."

You kind of look off into the waves as they crash.

"But, I ended up being fired that day by a contracting company, they decided they didn't like the fact I was so young and that I wanted more for my qualifications than 10 bucks an hour. So I just left my apartment. Ended up with a missing wallet and a black eye. Turns out my dumb ass had walked where it shouldn't have and pissed off some gang members. After that one, I moved back home again to just focus on my studies."

"I'm sorry that happened. What about the best place you've been?"

You wave her off.

"Honestly, I'm past that. That's nothing. I'm lucky, but it was definitely my dumb ass that got caught out. As for the best place? I mean, Aidan's place. We met while in Uni and I stumbled into the bar one night after a rough day about two years later. He picked me back up and we became buddies after that."

"Alright, what place surprised you the most?"

"The four hour one, I wasn't expecting to find much. I found something, though. I ended up going on a hike and found this amazing lake that just went down forever. Massive open mouth cave and a waterfall. It just looked so untouched and peaceful. It was so green and colourful and it just makes everything in the city feel so grey."

You push around your food. Take another bite and then gesture to Katrina.

"What about you? Before you had Harper, what was going on then?"

"Depends, which part?"

"Why have Harper?"

"I've always loved the idea of having kids. At first, I kind of wanted to wait until I found someone to have a child with, but in my profession, that just doesn't come easy enough. I ended up out injured and right before I came back. That was the moment where I was like, 'Screw it, with or without a partner, I want my own child.' So I walked into an IVF Clinic in Norway, picked the donor I wanted, and started right away. My timing was perfect, and the first try was a success, and now I have little Harps. There isn't a single day in my life where I ever regretted my decision."

Your hand slides across the table as she talks, her's sat unoccupied, and as you listen, you slowly grab it. Letting it sit in your palm and without much thought, she let's you.

You toy with her fingers, running the tip of your index down each one. And then half intertwine them. She squeezes your hands closed, and it settles you fully for the first time since you moved to Sweden and back. Or before that even.

"She's been a light in my life, I feel so lucky to be her mother, ya know, it's Harper's world, and I'm just living in it. The girls on the national team are so good with her."

Your head perks up at that. National team? You ask exactly that.

"National team?"

Katrina's expression winces, realizing her slip up.

"Oh yeah, that too. I've been playing with the national team since I got called up in 2012."

Your brows raise at that.

"As in..."

"Australia. For Australia."

Oh. That. Was. Not what you expected.

"Wow, that's really big. Congratulations..? Sorry, that sounded weird. That's amazing, though. I can't imagine how much hard work that is. I mean, for real, a kid right in the middle of that, and you come back to play. That must be some strength you've got."

Her head ducks slightly.

"Honestly, I'm just glad it worked out the way it has. Harper has twenty aunts and two unofficial sisters that look at her like she's hung the stars. That and achieving my dream is all I care about. Harper, more so. I think, if having Harper had taken me out. I would've okay with that. I'm perfectly happy with it, actually. If anything, having Harper actually saved me a bit, too."

"How so?"

"I ended up with an infection, and it ended up swelling up the muscles between my two pelvic points. The pregnancy actually completely took out the swelling entirely. The pain just stopped one day and never came back. Even after Harper was born."

"I really admire the level of resilience you have. To push back on any expectation, to say fuck it, if that's what you want, you'll make it happen. It's actually really attractive. I'm sorry you had to go through so much though."

She shaked her head, squeezing your hand.

"I wouldn't go back and change a thing about how it happened. It's turned me into the person and player I am. I don't regret any of it."

You smile, watching her eyes as they flick down to your lips for a second and then away. You don't know if she noticed she did it, but you did.

Your hand loosens from her grip, fingertips tracing her wrist up to the tattoo on her forearm and then back down to her palm. Her skin tingles with every touch.

It feels mildly intimate, and you realise she's been silent this whole time, watching you do this. You look up to meet her gaze, a small apologetic smile.

"Sorry, little distracted, I am listening though. Continue?"

She just gives you a soft smile in return.

"What about where you grew up?"

You ponder for a moment.

"I grew up in a small town in New South Wales, actually. We moved to Brissy later, but that's another story. A place like a couple hours south of Sydney. It's really gorgeous there, I haven't been since I was a teenager but the place was really nice. Most of the folks living there were friendly. The schools were kind of crap but that's just the public system. We had a place in the more urban side of the region. Small brick house, big gum tree in front. Good sized backyard. The town had yearly markets. They were okay. Mostly to bring in tourists, though. It worked, and the place ended up really busy right before we left. I loved it when storm season came around. The rain was always a relief to have after hot summers. I love thunderstorms. The rain always helps me sleep better, too. Just anything rain, honestly."

While you speak, she repeats your earlier actions, fingers trailing gently over the veins in your wrist or the slenderness of your fingers. They trace the once obvious scars left there. They're subtle, but they're there. Years of healing over the top of what she assumed was a particularly dark time for you. Your hands are soft but are mildly scarred in their own right. A small scar above your wrist. A big one across the back towards your thumb.

"The town was a part of a bigger community region. The next town over was known for the museum there for one of the more famous sports folk of Australian history. There was the cricket oval in town, too. Just an average joe half rural town to live in honestly."

Her fingers continue their path around your hand, tracing the creaselines in your palm and the callus that sits just on the inside of your left pinky.

"What about your home life? What are your parents like?"

"My parents were... okay. Not great to be real with you. Hence why I'm staying with my sister rather than my parents. Kicked me out at seventeen and haven't looked me in the eye since."

She feels a small amount of anger flare up in her chest.

"Why would they do that?"

"Same cliché as any. Found out I was into girls over guys. Tried to have me cured. My sister had already moved out when this was going on. She knew they were strictly homophobic and took off the first second she could. I don't blame her for that. When they realised I wouldn't conform to their bullshit, I was kicked out. To experience the cruel harsh world, they said. The assholes just realised their children wouldn't give them biological and 'natural' grandchildren."

You roll your eyes as you remember the disgust and disappointment in your birth-giver's eyes.

"What the hell kind of parents do that to their own child? The one they're supposed to love and protect. And care for. And-"

Your hand squeezes hers, and you push the now empty plates aside to grab it with the other.

"Hey, I'm okay. Im fine. I dont miss them, and they'll never get the chance to miss who I am. They'll never get to hear about who I meet or who I'm with. I'm dead to them for all I care."

Katrina takes a small breath and uses your grasp on her hand to calm a bit before shooting you an apologetic look.

It's the first date, dude. Chill pill. So she tells herself.

Your heart swells at her protectiveness. She really was born to be a good mother.

"I hope they never get to see this side of you. Or who you are and who you'll be in five or ten years."

You blush lightly.

"Thank you." It's a soft murmur, and you duck your head slightly.

She smiles softly, and her thumb rubs at your hand.

You gesture to the worker and hand back your plates, and move to the register to pay.

There's some bickering, but after a sneaky slip of the card to the worker, you end up paying for it. Though that does earn you a soft shove and a whine when she hears the eftpos machine beep.

You chuckle softly.

"We better get going. I've got one more place for us to go, and I want to be there before complete sundown." You say lightly joking.

"Well, come on then!" She jogs ahead with a grin on her face, dragging you with her.

You play your routine part of valet and it earns you a tip, consisting of a kiss to the cheek that's far too close to the corner of your mouth and it makes you freeze for a second. She just chuckles, and you shake your head lightly and shut the door.

"It's about a half hour there, so feel free to pirate the aux cord."

You dig it out of the console and offer it to her.

"Aye aye, captain." She gives you a wink while she plugs in her phone.

You hear a familiar tune, and you immediately shoot her an impressed look.

"You, Ma'am, have amazing taste."

She smirks and nods as she starts singing along to the lyrics.

The drive passes by quickly with both of you yelling to various songs.

There's a small beach cove that opens up to a really nice view of the ocean. And it allows the sun to come down on the majorly clear water with a nice sparkle, too. You'd only come across it about a month ago, but it was a regular spot for you.

There was something else you'd wanted to do for a bit of fun, but it seems stupid now, considering her profession.

When you pull in to the driveway leading up to the spot, she gives you a funny look.

The driveway is completely surrounded by shrubbery, so it doesn't really surprise you.

She makes a joke, "Is this where I'm supposed to find out you're secretly a serial killer?"

You roll your eyes good naturedly and give her a slight push as you get out. She jumps out with you, and you both make your way up the path.

The dirt path turns to sand, and you stop, starting to take your shoes off.

"It's only getting sandier from here, so you might wanna take your shoes off."

She nudges you softly and does the same.

"Yeah, I did have another thing for us to do, but I'm afraid you'll kick my butt if we do it."

She has a mischievous look on her face.

"It was beach soccer, wasn't it?"

You smile sheepishly and give her a slight nod.

"Oh, you're on now. Go get it."

You raise a brow at her and jog to go get the ball and some mini cones.

The sun's just starting to set as you return with the stuff and a bag slung over your shoulder that you'd forgotten to grab.

Katrina's standing there staring out at the water when you walk up again. You quietly set the stuff down on the sand and move to stand next to her.

"You find places like this all the time?"

"Sometimes, it's a hit or miss kind of thing. This one was pure luck because I hadn't even meant to come down this way. It was the next street over."

"It looks amazing out here."

"Water is pretty good too."

She raises a brow in your direction but doesn't say anything. You move to set up the cones and lay out the blanket that was in the bag you had.

The moment you start, you realise how physical playing with her is. You keep up for the most part, but at one point, she wraps her arms around your waist to try and steal the ball and you both topple over, her landing sitting on you, legs either side of your hips.

The smug grin she gives you makes your heart flutter, and you lean up on your elbows.

"You give up yet, newbie?"

You give her a mock offended expression and accept the hand up she offers when she stands.

"Surrender?" You think for a few seconds.

You stride over to her, a mischievous glint in your eye. You lean down slightly and whisper in her ear. Her head tilts slightly.

"I'll think about it." At that, you take off with the ball.

"Oi, little cheater."

You cackle and try as you might to keep the ball away. She ends up stealing it from you. Her foot sits on the ball, hands on her hips as she watches you. You're practically dying at this point, huffing. Man, you needed to hit the gym more.

"Surrender yet?"

You flop onto your back onto the sand and give her a pleading hands motion.

"I think I'm dying here."

She just shakes her head at your antics and drags the blanket over to you, leaving the ball by the cones.

You both settle on the blanket, the sun finally going down enough to enjoy the view fully.

You sit, leaning back on your hands, and she does the same beside you, legs crossed.

As your breathing calms and the late afternoon breeze sets in, the waves start to crash a little more than the tiny laps at the sand that they were.

Katrina sighs softly, taking in the feel of the open air and the salty wind and the smell of harsh greenery.

The serenity of the scene put her more at ease than she'd felt in a while. She sits up a bit and shuffles closer to you, shoulder to shoulder, and nudges you softly.

"Thanks for bringing me out tonight."

You smile, "Thank you for agreeing to come out with me."

"I feel like I should be saying that."

"Maybe, but I'm the one that planned."

"I still asked first." You poke your tongue out at her cheekily, and she just laughs.

"Goof."

You clutch at invisible pearls.

"So mean."

"Oh, I'm sorry." There's a jested look on her face, and she moves to straddle you. Her hands settle on your shoulders, and yours find her hips.

You playfully huff with a half smile.

"Better be."

Her eyes flicker down to your lips, gaze darkening as the air around you shifts, your brow raised slightly when she meets your gaze again. You let out a shaky breath as her hand slides up to cup your cheek.

"Kiss me?" It's mumbled, but she still hears it.

Your lips are parted slightly.

"Don't even have to ask."

She leans down and captures your mouth with her own, and your eyes drift shut. The noise around you drifts away as your lips move together.

Her fingers tangle in your hair, tugging you closer to her, deepening the kiss slightly. One of your hands slips up to settle in the small of her back, holding her against you.

She pulls away from you with a playful nip to your bottom lip. You steal one more kiss, and her hands settle back on your shoulders, pushing you onto your back.

You raise a brow at the spark in her gaze, and she kisses you again, hands settled beside your head.

You stay there for a while. Until you're both breathless and have to come up for air.

Your pupils are dilated, and her hair is slightly mussed from you, having had your hands in it just seconds earlier. Her fingers are tracing at the hem of your shirt, just barely having dipped under the fabric to feel the skin beneath.

Her hands are cold, but they leave heated sensations where they travel along your stomach. It sends shivers down your spine, and you have to resist moving your hands where they probably shouldn't go. Not here or now, not yet.

She has the same thought and has to pull her hands back slightly, going back to settle beside your head.

Her teeth nip at your lower lip again. And you groan softly, going to kiss her again, only for her to pull away slightly, an amused look on her face.

"We're both gonna get in trouble if we stay out here any longer." You look around, noting the sun's gone down fully now, and the sky has cleared to stars, twinkling brightly.

"I forgot, we're both on curfew here."

She slaps your shoulder, a cute pout forming on her face. You kiss it away, and she groans, feeling her phone buzz in her pocket, and she pulls away again.

"Seriously, those two will kill me if I don't get home before ten. They hate being left alone with each other for too long, I have to play referee to keep them from fighting after a while. They love each other, but they get along about as well as sisters do. Plus, Harper is most likely loaded up on ten tonnes of sugar, so I'll be putting her to bed after that, too."

You chuckle, nodding in understanding.

"Mine's gonna report me missing if I don't get home soon too."

Katrina reluctantly gets off you, and you both pack up the gear and walk back to the car, shoes in hand.

The drive back is pretty quiet but peaceful. There's music playing softly in the background.

Your linked hands sit in her lap for most of the drive, and you get an occasional hum out of her as you sing softly along.

You get her home at about 9:30pm, having stopped halfway back to raid an ice cream freezer in a servo and some more kissing in the carpark. Almost reminding you of your teenage years, sneaking around kissing girls in the back of your parents' jeep.

Only this one feels a lot more passionate. Permanent. There's a lot more emotion behind each brush of her lips against yours, and it leaves you aching for more. To feel her pressed into you.

"I'd let you walk me to the door, but I'm afraid Charlie might actually interrogate us both."

It's only half joking this time. Knowing by now, that was well true.

"Let you out with a kiss goodnight instead?"

Her breath is ragged. "Please?"

Katrina's feels like she's addicted to your kisses at this point. A breath of fresh air. Your touch sends tingles through every nerve ending in her body.

You get out of the car, and when you open the door, she hops out and grabs you by the shirt, pulling you down into her, and smashes her lips on yours.

You steady the both of you, one arm leaning against the door frame, the other around her waist while her fingers tangle in your hair.

You finally pull away, leaving one last peck to her lips and a dazed look on both of you.

"Message me when you get home safe?"

"Of course."

She smiles and slowly steps away from you, hands slipping off your shoulders with a lingering squeeze.

"Good night, hot stuff."

"Good night, sleep well gorgeous. Give Harps a hug for me."

She nods and turns back to the house. The door slamming open makes her jump.

"Excuse me, young lady, you're one minute past ten 'o' clock. Why are you late?"

Her face flushes red, and she groans.

"Charlie, I swear to god."

The blonde just shakes her fist at you, still leaning against your car as you watch her go inside. A small smirk appears on your face as you wave to both of them and get back in, driving off.

Katrina brushes past the girl, and she calls out after her.

"You're so grounded"

She rolls her eyes, and as she goes upstairs to find Kyra and Harper, she can't drop the giddy grin on her face as she bids Kyra good night and puts Harper to bed.

Hot stuff❤️🥵

"Hey, made it home, alright. Sister might kill me though 😳😅😂"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"Yeah?"

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"Yeah, turns out she did some digging while I was out... I forget she's a soccer nut sometimes, annnd... well, you can probably guess. 👀"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"Tell her I'm happy to sign anything she wants as long as she leaves you alive. You're not getting away from me just yet."

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"I'll arrange something, I like being alive."

Katrina 🔥❤️

"I like you being alive, too."

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"I like you 👀"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"You better, I don't kiss just anyone on the first date."

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"Does that mean I get a second one?"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"😉 Ask me"

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"Aboslutely beautiful, gorgeous, sweet Katrina, go on a date with me?"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"🤔"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"No"

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

":("

Katrina 🔥❤️

"I'm kidding you dork, of course I will. Call me tomorrow too and I'll plan this time?"

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"Will do 🥰"

Hot stuff ❤️🥵

"Sleep tight, gorgeous 😘"

Katrina 🔥❤️

"You too 😘🥰"

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#katrina gorry imagines #katrina gorry imagine #katrina gorry x reader #woso #woso imagine #woso imagines #woso x reader #Spotify

[drxmxss]

do yall remember a week or two ago when taeyong liked that cute video of that couple staying up with their baby on reels…and everyone was like aww he wants to be a dad so bad how sweet…(or also that he wants to be pregnant but that’s neither here nor there)

edit: heres the link btw!

https://x.com/taeyongpictures/status/1739896348520980920?s=46

well! imagine you and him have been married over a year now and you start to notice he’s been having a bad case of baby fever.. always tagging you and sending you videos of cute little funny baby videos on tiktok and mommy vlogs saying “wouldn’t you look cute doing this?” and dragging you around the store to look at baby clothes bc how are hats that small!! just gushing and cooing at the itty bitty pink socks with bows and you swear you see a tear in his eye.

obviously you aren’t oblivious to this. you knew having a family was one of his goals, and it was yours too!! but both of you worked and even though he made enough to support the both of you and more, you’d assumed he would wait a while after marrying you, but after he had literally squealed in the middle of the store over a tiny pair of overalls you decided it was time to have the conversation with him again.

“honey…do you want to have a baby?” you ask softly one evening in bed, your arms are wrapped around his waist as you both start to fall asleep. taeyong almost breaks your arms flipping over so fast to look at you with bright wide eyes.

“why? do you? what brought this up? are you thinking about it?” he asks you quickly, hands on your shoulders. you smile softly at him, thinking how cute he looks when he’s so excited about this.

“well anyone would be stupid not to see how badly you do..you almost burst into tears looking at baby clothes and my entire fyp is just babies babies babies from everything you send me. you obviously do.” you say. taeyong frowns now, looking a little guilty “well yeah but..i don’t wanna pressure you if you aren’t ready..”

“Of course I’m ready my love..I just wanted to make sure you were.” you reply, hugging him close.

hearing that made taeyong snap almost instantly. that night he’d made it his mission to cum in you at least 3 times, saying “I don’t care if your birth control doesn’t wear off yet this is practice baby we gotta get ready for the real thing.” right after he makes a calendar marking the days of when you would be ovulating next.

“the real thing” turned into a big event for the two of you. you thought his baby fever would settle a but after telling him you were ready to start a family, but if anything it made it crazier. everyday he made sure to bend you over anywhere and everywhere to take him raw, at the blink of an eye he was ready and it always made you feel so special that he was that excited to breed you :(( he’d love how compliant you are and loves to just fill you up all day everyday. the thought of you round with his babies just sets something feral off in him.

and now instead of just looking at the baby clothes he was buying them by the rack not even bothering to care about the gender. “maybe we’ll get lucky and you’ll have twins.” he’d tell you. everyday a package came with a new pair of booties. “im not even pregnant yet taeyong!” you say, opening another box to reveal another pair of footie pajamas the perfect size for a newborn.

“i know but isn’t it the cutest thing baby?” taeyong coos, folding the pajamas neatly and storing them in the already too full closet in your shared bedroom.

one night, while he’s scrubbing your skin softly in the bath after yet another attempt he whispers “i think this time worked darling..i feel it..”and the thought alone makes you beam, his fever starting to rub off on you more and more. “i think so too my love..” you mumble back, admiring the way the water and his arms feel around you.

a few weeks later, you start to feel a bit ill and decide to take taeyong with you to the doctors office, a positive pregnancy result makes the both of you giddy, all smiles and kisses in the little observation room.

“by the way” the doctor says, flipping a few pages on the chart, “it looks like it’s twins!congratulations!”

you have to catch taeyong before he falls to the floor, but the excitement doesn’t falter still.

#i got carried away ahaha #i need to make him a father idk #drxmxss yapping #nct #nct imagines #nct 127 #nct scenarios #nct smut #nct taeyong #nct x reader #lee taeyong #taeyong x reader

[vampiretendencies]

for my mental wellbeing PLS PLS PLS PLS write dad to be jj again

i beg of you. i was literally in a depressive episode and reading ur last jj fic was such a pick-me up. (ps ty for that 😭)

i LOVE u & i hope ur okay love

pairing; dadtobe!jj x pregnant!fem!reader

warnings; fluff, mentions of pregnancy, throwing up, talk of feet if thats a trigger for some, suggestive

authors note; came up with this earlier. hope this helps you, even if it's a little bit.

Hell has frozen over and JJ Maybank is folding laundry.

Really, he's only doing it so he can see the small animal patterned baby socks and the wholesome footy onsies. You'd washed them in preparation, as the nursery is adorned with all things baby, and your due date is to come any day now. Creeping it's way in, however pregnancy has been somewhat of a breeze with JJ at your beck and call.

Even if you are blowing chunks in the morning, he's breaking his rest in bare skin to hold your hair and press kisses to your spine.

"S'okay baby, still so pretty.” Is something along the lines of what he typically says, unbothered by the miraculous bile that ejects from your insides— using the nearest towel to clean you up earnestly and eagerly, he couldn’t fathom his baby appearing so helpless. Carrying your limp body back to bed, in his broad, bulky arms, insisting that you rest and not move a muscle.

He is so overly passionate when it comes to soon to be family.

He’s adapting to being a father, but he’s still the same old JJ.

“Do you think babies know they’re babies?”

You sat beside him on the fluffed out couch, nose crinkled in a manner of ‘what the hell are you talking about now’. JJ awaits your answer, absentmindedly folding a small pair of new born pants. The clothes basket is about half way full now and it’s taken him an hour to simply get that done, admiring the baby clothes and dreaming of when he gets to swallow the child whole with his enamoured ways.

“What, JJ?” You sighed exasperatedly, his antics peeling beneath your skin as he’s been doing this the lot of the time being seated here. Though he’s folding laundry his finger tips still find their way to your inner thigh, squeezing at the flesh with ease. Unable to go through extended periods of time without the proximity of your fiery being.

Always touching, explains the reasoning behind you being pregnant.

“Like what if our baby thinks-“

“JJ …” he knows he’s irked those pregnant hormones a bit too far from the rolling of your eyes and the way you keep saying JJ in protest for him to ‘stop talking about something so overly stupid’. Usually there’s so much patience in your voice when a ‘J’ rolls off your tongue calling his name. “I don’t know what you’re talking about … my fuckin’ feet hurt, my head is pounding, and I feel like a Goddamn whale.”

JJ eyes bulge, gesturing his hands in a surrendering way for he knows that any little thing that agitates you in the slightest will send you over the edge— breaking closer and closer to being dilated and in a hospital room. But, he never holds it against you, acknowledging that you mean no harm, merely in aching pain every growing hour.

Kind of like a shut up while you’re ahead sort of thing.

“Sexiest Goddamn whale I've ever seen," he tries to compliment, throwing a onesie to the side, the darting of your eyes makes the mischievous smirk on his face grow all the more wider.

There's always an urge of neediness behind every smirk.

His index finger traces your cheek bone to gain your full attention rather then the slim phone in your hands, a pout is beginning to form and it's making JJ's heart burst.

"M'not in the mood J, my belly's just gonna' get in the way."

"Never, your belly would make it even better ... but that's not the route I was taking baby, let me show you, yeah?"

And you nod willingly letting him take the pain away. JJ's dropping to his knees, keeping your complaint in mind that your 'fuckin' feet hurt.' Though your eyebrows furrow, you decided not to question, wishfully hoping for his contact despite it.

Pushing the throw blanket that was in your lap to the side, he puckers his lips around your knee. Practically worshipping the legs in front of him. Peering up at you with sensuous eyes, short-lived as he molds his mouth with the skin of your calves, granting each and every inch of skin with solicitous osculating kisses. Delicate with the way his large hands hold them upright to meet his mouth. Suctioning and delving all he could possibly reach.

"Thank you for carrying our sweet baby."

His voice sent goosebumps, vibrations of his heavy voice elevating to the point of you not being unable to muster a 'you're welcome' or 'of course'. Instead, your head falls back to collide with the couch cushion, eyes closing. Relishing in every empyrean like movement your lover ignited; heaven bled through every sullen kiss.

It came to a halt and know he's kneading your feet, oh so soft, lathered thick of a vanilla musked lotion. From the big toe to the heel his knuckles massage the foot, almost melting the swelling away like clockwork.

"Feel better, baby?"

"Feels so much better, J."

#jj maybank x you #jj maybank x y/n #jj maybank x reader #jj maybank #jj maybank x kiara carrera #jj maybank x pogue!reader #jj maybank x kook!reader #jj maybank x routledge!reader #jj maybank angst #jj maybank x oc #jj maybank drabble #jj maybank blurb #jj maybank fic #jj maybank fluff #jj maybank fanfiction #jj maybank smut #jj fic #dad!jj #jj maybank imagine #jj maybank imagines #jj maybank x sister reader #outer banks #obx3 #jj maybank headcanons #jj maybank one shot

[fizziepopangel]

“I’ll shelter and adore you more than anything…”

Touch and words of affirmation are his top love languages. He’s been through a lot that’s really shaken his confidence and his beliefs. Hearing someone actively reassure or compliment him is a huge boost for him, as is feeling something solid and consistent in the form of touch (especially when these come from someone he cares for).

Lucifer absolutely blasts show tunes and sings at the top of his lungs while he’s in the shower.

Flirting goes straight over his head sometimes since people often use the “did it hurt when you fell from heaven” bit on him and it usually results in him trauma dumping and showing them the actual physical scars he has from literally falling from  heaven…. He never understands why people seem to drop out of the conversations after since they did ask him.

He frequently uses the phrase “I knew him personally, so I know that God only lets things grow until they’re perfect. Some people get there sooner than others.” when someone makes fun of his height.

He sleeps in duck footie pajamas that Vaggie gifted him on his first father’s day since he and Charlie began talking again. Though she was embarrassed to give him a gift, he was absolutely over the moon excited since this means that his daughter’s girlfriend likes him.

Unbeknownst to the rest of the inhabitants of the hotel, Lucifer has a rubber duck that resembles them all. He often has to remake Alastors because when he’s upset with him, he tends to take his anger out on the Alastor-themed duck. At least one radio demon duck gets destroyed a week.

Eats candied apples religiously

He only wears the hat to look taller. Alastor knows this and frequently steals his hat and then pokes fun at his height as the king of hell wanders around looking for the accessory.

Lucifer loves animals so once a month he gathers all the pets (this included Razzle and Dazzle prior to Dazzle’s death) of the hotel for a little playdates. He buys them cute little outfits, takes them to pet parks to play, buys them each a new toy, and gets them hell’s version of a pup cup.

Yes, he did try to take Husk once because he does in fact view the man as a giant kitty that he really wants to win over…. And yes, Husk does go once, he regrets it immediately.

Despite them not exactly seeing eye to eye (partially because of the height difference), Lucifer and Alastor both enjoy cooking and get together with snacks to watch their favorite cooking show once a week. It started by accident, but since it became a weekly occurrence, they put aside their differences for the one night to enjoy the show together.

Lucifer bakes muffins and banana bread every weekend. He even teaches Niffty how to do it, she’s a flour covered mess by the end of it and her bread usually comes out rock hard and her muffins rarely rise, but Lucifer actually really enjoys the company and he finds the tiny woman rather amusing to spend time with.

After reconnecting with Charlie, Lucifer made it a point to have father/daughter dates once a month in an attempt to get to know her again. After realizing how big a role Vaggie plays in her life, he would start inviting her out with them too and referring to her as his future daughter in law.

He absolutely hates geese.

Lucifer keeps his wings tucked away for most of the time when they aren’t needed, but he usually sleeps with them unfurled and spread across the bed when it’s warm out, or with them wrapped around himself when he’s cold.

While most people would think that the big boss of hell would be the all business type that drinks his coffee black, he actually prefers a soothing warm tea to coffee when given the option…. But if he has to have coffee, he usually has a cup that tends to be more creamer than coffee and it has to be tooth rottingly sweet.

There’s a cabinet in the Hazbin Hotel kitchen full of mugs. Lucifer has 4 duck themed mugs in that cabinet… there were 6 but Alastor “accidentally” broke two.

Lucifer keeps one of Charlie’s baby photos in the pocket of his jacket, but as their relationship improves, he keeps a newer photo of the two of them together in his pocket with it too.

There’s a cabinet in the Hazbin Hotel kitchen full of mugs. Lucifer has 4 duck themed mugs in that cabinet… there were 6 but Alastor “accidentally” broke two.

Lucifer keeps one of Charlie’s baby photos in the pocket of his jacket, but as their relationship improves, he keeps a newer photo of the two of them together in his pocket with it too.

#fizziepop thoughts #vivziepop #hazbin hotel #hazbin headcanons #lucifer morningstar #hazbin hotel lucifer #lucifer headcanons #charlie morningstar #charlie hazbin hotel #vaggie hazbin hotel #lucifer would be the best father in law #dad beat dad #more than anything #more than anything was one of my favorite songs #lucifer and alastor would frienemies #duckies #luci and his duckies #lucifer would love playing with the animals around the hotel

[ghouljams]

imagine Fae!Ghost being forced by love to sit down and do art projects/scrap booking or making little friendship bracelets and he only puts up with it because it’s her and he’s doing her a favor so more hooks! I think it would be so cute! Just this big exasperated Fae man who everyone fears and actively avoids doing art projects with his love because she begged him to.

More Fae!Ghost fluff, the fuckups can be sweet too, please God(my brain) let them be sweet(stop making me horny).

You have completely exploded all over the coffee table. Sitting on the floor sifting through journaling supplies and different colored threads, various scraps of paper from your day and about a million colored markers and little charms. Simon is giving you a wide berth as he tries to find a decent angle to get to his seat on the couch.

"So what're we avoiding here?" He asks, opting to go over the back of the couch to sit down.

"Deadline," you tell him, snipping at the edges of a cream colored paper star. He hums, and reaches past you to pick up a deep red, deeply tangled, bundle of string. He tucks it back against his palm and grabs the pink bundle as well.

"Always good to avoid," You hold your hand out for him to give you your supplies back, watching him wrap the thread neatly around his fingers. "There's a match on soon."

"No footie, I'm trying to focus," Simon frowns with a displeased hum, and settles the neat bundle in your palm. You watch him wrap the next one and are struck with an absolutely brilliant idea. "You could help, it'll go faster and then I can get back to my real work," you bat your lashes at him and rest your cheek against his knee. He stares at you for a long moment before his shoulders drop and he tells you,

"Fine, what do you need?"

Simon is very good with his hands. Which you already knew, but watching him make knots and loop thread is sort of mesmerizing. It's not exactly complicated, but he picks up patterns well, twisting little daisies between his fingers as you abandon work on your own bracelet. You're not sure if he's having fun or just humoring you, but it's nice sitting with him and working on something together.

You rest your head against his knee, writing out your day between scraps of paper. The tag from your morning tea, an event ticket, a sketch of the stamp on your hand courtesy of Simon. You feel so pleasantly warm and full in a way that you haven't since you were a kid. Simon reaches past you to snag a bead and returns to his work, you grab a marker to highlight your favorite parts of the day, the room is full of the quiet sounds of your work.

Simon grabs your wrist off your journal and pulls it to rest on his leg, tying his creation to your wrist. When you're allowed your wrist back you feel your chest swell at the neat little daisy chain, "Love" spelled in letter beads and resting over your pulse. Simon's fingers thread through your hair, scratching the base of your skull lightly.

"Didn't know you could do that," Simon mumbles, and you take your eyes off the best thing he's ever given you to look up at him. You hadn't even noticed until he'd pointed it out, but you're purring.

#Love makes a matching bracelet for Simon and he never takes it off #shows it off to könig who has never been more jealous in his life #me trying to think of the most chaotic hobby to give Love: a journalling #she probably sews too because i sew and i am so messy with it #simon ghost riley #cod x reader #simon ghost riley x reader #simon ghost x reader #ghost x reader #ghost mw2 #reader x ghost #fae!Ghost #i could make her a doll hobbyist #theres truly no other hobby where you talk about decapitating people and eye removal to that degree

[mountymase]

invisible string - part one

“I guess you’re Summer’s mum?”

pairing: reader x mason mount summary: It’s been you and your daughter until life decides to prank you by putting her dad back into your life. The only problem is that he doesn’t know he’s her dad. warnings: fluff, a bit of angst, a bit of swearing. author: I randomly had this idea on my way to work and thought it’d be nice to write. Happens a bit before the World Cup, but I’ve changed some stuff to fit the story. Remember, this is fiction. Part two will come with some Masey smut. word count: 1.288k tagging: @football1921 // @pulisicsgirl // @bgfgm // @yungbludz // @mjij123 // @charlessgf // @slightlyrecklessserande // @lovelynikol16 // @thoseboysinblue // @dinonuggiesforliferz // @lovingtidalwavepizza // @she-lives-in-her-dreams

“Mummy, ice cream after ballet?”

How could a wrong choice in life lead you to this? To her? Almost four years later and it still overwhelmed you, because you never thought you had that special thing that’d make you a mum, but somehow, you managed it just fine — with extra help from your family and friends, definitely, but at the end of the day it was just you and Lily. And her fish, of course. The only pet you allowed her to have for now, so she’d start to have some sort of notion of responsibility. 

“We’ll see about that, kid. Maybe if you eat all your dinner first?”

Lily sighed, as if she had the most complicated life, full of tough decisions. “Fine, mummy. Can Summer come too?”

Summer, the ballet bestie you never met because you always dropped Lily at ballet earlier than the other kids normally arrived, and she was gone before you went back to the studio to pick up your daughter. You only knew what she looked like because one day Lily came home with a cute Polaroid picture of the two of them, taken by Miss Albright, the teacher. Your heart melted a little at how adorable that was, the two girls hugging each other, tiny chubby arms around each other and big smiles on their faces — you could even swear they looked alike, maybe that was a bestie thing. 

“Well baby, first I have to meet her mummy and make sure she trusts me, so she feels safe to leave her baby girl with me…” 

“Just like you do, mummy?” You nodded, a big proud smile on your lips at how easy Lily understood things. “My legs are tired.” She said, completely changing the subject and stretching both arms at you so you could carry her.

“A ballerina with tired legs? Oh my!” You giggled, not being able to ignore how adorable your daughter was when she wanted you to carry her.

“I played footy at school today, mummy, I’m tired.” As Lily yawned, your heart skipped a beat. “Mr. Martin said I’m good.”

Of course you are, baby girl… you thought. Instead, you just nodded, kissing her temple as you walked inside the ballet studio and a smiley Miss Albright welcomed both of you. It was an open class today, to the mums and grandmas, aunts too, to celebrate the beginning of recital rehearsals — Lily’s first. You’ve found your best friend and your mum chatting and once Lily finally noticed they were there, she clapped her hands and gave an impatient little wriggle, and you let her go as she rushed to them with those tiny chubby legs, apparently not tired anymore. What an adorable little shit that girl was, with her golden retriever energy. 

Like her daddy, who had no idea about her existence.

A soft poke on your shoulder woke you up from your thoughts and you turned around to face a heavily pregnant woman accompanied by, apparently, her mum, considering they looked a lot like each other. They were both smiling at you, and the youngest pointed at your daughter, who was now hugging a little girl.

“Are you Lily’s mum?”

“Guilty.” Taking another look at the two little ballerinas, you frowned at how indeed they looked alike. It was easy to identify that one. “I guess you’re Summer’s mum?”

“Jasmine, but you can call me Jaz.” You shook hands, smiling at each other. “And this is my mum, Debbie.”

“It’s lovely to finally meet you. Lily never shuts up about Summer.” You giggled, thinking of the never ending talks about how your daughter’s ballet bestie is the… best.

It was easy being around them, and your mum and best friend got along just fine with Jaz and Debbie, plus, Summer was indeed a sweetheart. One of the most adorable kids you’ve ever met, so polite and loving you just wanted to squeeze her as you usually did with Lily. 

The rehearsal went on fine, full of the cuteness of 4 year old girls in baby pink tutus. You were happy to be there, happy that you took the afternoon off from work so you could be there seeing how happy your daughter was as she occasionally waved between clumsy pliés and pirouettes. Nonetheless, she was a natural, and you weren’t being too biased — as a ballet dancer herself, your best friend made sure to point out all the right things Lily was doing. You couldn’t help letting a shy tear roll down your cheek because although you had the most incredible support system for the past 4 years, only you knew how tough it still was raising that girl.

Especially when she asked about her daddy.

Once the rehearsal ended, you spotted Lily yawning and blinking heavily, but you knew she’d remember the ice cream. Sometimes, you couldn’t negotiate nor change the little one’s mind, and she got all that stubbornness from you. 

“Mummy…” she started, and you took her in your arms, pressing soft kisses all over her face as she giggled.

“I know, my little monster. I didn’t forget your ice cream.”

When you invited your mum and best friend for dinner, they both apologised over and over, saying their time off had been exclusively to Lily’s rehearsal and they had to go — your mum, to your dad, because even after 30 years together they just couldn’t stay away from each other; and your best friend, back home, because she needed to finish an essay for uni.

That was when, kindly, Jaz invited you for Italian at a place she loved and Lily didn’t have to convince you, because the truth was you were dying to see your daughter and her best friend interacting as if they were two adults. 

Now, you’ve found yourself happily chatting with Jaz and Debbie between observing Lily and Summer talk and giggling as they share a colouring book.

Bonding with Jaz was easy, and Debbie was also very sweet. You found out that Lily and Summer almost shared a birthday, with your daughter being just a few days older than hers; that you both had big families although you were an only child, while Jaz had three siblings but she kept that part private, which you didn’t mind as she was so respectful not asking about Lily’s dad when you said it was just the two of you living on a flat.

“And Moana, mummy.” The fish, your daughter added, to which you just nodded.

When you said your goodbyes, Debbie kindly invited you and Lily over on Saturday for lunch, so the girls could spend a day together, playing, something they didn’t get the chance to do yet.

“Jaz will have her mocktail and I can make us some mojitos, Y/n.” 

Lily’s pleading eyes and pout easily convinced you.

“We’d love that, Debbie.”

You exchanged phone numbers and Instagram accounts, but it was only on Saturday morning, when Jasmine texted you her address that you decided to take a look on her insta. You smiled at a picture of Summer in a tutu and of another where the little one was in the middle of her parents, smiling, tiny arms over their shoulders. 

But you wish you had never met Jasmine when you found a picture of her entire family and that familiar face was on your screen. You dropped your phone, your vision blurred, your head was spinning and you felt the urge to vomit. You wanted to cry. You wanted to scream. You wanted to run away and start a new life somewhere no one would know you and your daughter.

Jasmine was Mason’s sister.

Mason Mount.

Mason… Lily’s father.

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yourdadsinsta I get the feeling. Can’t wait to be with this little one on Sunday! Hugs from grandpapa x

yourusername Lily said all the smooches to her grandpapa and she can’t wait to see you too.

jazbenham the best of all besties, she’s so cute! Glad I finally met you two x

PART TWO

#mason mount fanfic #mason mount x reader #mason mount imagine #mason mount x y/n

[buckychristwrites]

This Night | OS | r.k.

Pairing: Roy Kent x F!Reader

Summary: It's a beautiful day for a youth football match, where you are the brand new coach. And what better way to start it than meet the infamous uncle of one of your players?

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: It's just fluff, lads. Roy Kent with a toddler. Reader is a mom

A/N: Took a break from Could This Be to write this. First time writing for Roy as the main! I hope you all enjoy! :)

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“Alright, first match as a coach.”

You stared in the mirror, adjusting your cap for a second time. The nerves were eating you alive, and you had to pretend you weren’t completely nauseous, due to the fact that if you focused on it too much, you would, indeed, throw up.

“You can do this!” You told your reflection, pulling at the hem of your jacket. This had been how the last ten minutes had gone; mantras and adjusting your clothing. At this rate, you were never going to leave the house, let alone coach the game.

A tiny figure appeared in the mirror behind you, running up and pressing her tiny, pudgy fingers into the glass. 

“You got this!” She squealed, throwing her head back to look at you before giving you a wide smile. It was hard to argue with that face, and hard to resist smiling back. Putting your hands under the toddler’s armpits, you hoisted her up at top speed, met with a loud giggle.

“Alright Eebee,” You told her. “Let’s get going.” 

The walk to the pitch was a short one, luckily, as you had not one but two people who you had to ensure the arrival of. Evie was sat in the pram, facing forwards, with a small assortment of snacks to keep her occupied. She was making her little sounds, as she always did, and every time, it made you wonder what went on in her head. She was old enough to speak, but not enough to where she was completely understandable, at her crisp 2 years of age.

The sun was out in full swing, not a cloud in the sky, the perfect evening for a game of footie, and the pitch itself was in pristine condition when you arrived. The balls were left out in a box for you, as they usually were. Stopping at the edge of the field, you released Evie and let her run around the pitch while you watched. The hope was that she would tire herself out enough that she’ll nap during the match. You weren’t too confident in the plan, as she rarely followed the script you made in your head, but it didn’t hurt to try.

As players and their parents began to arrive, you were sitting in the grass, watching Evie kick the ball around the field. 

“Hello, Evie!”

A flash of blonde ran past you and onto the pitch. When the toddler noticed her friend arriving, she squealed with joy before running as fast as she could to hug Phoebe. Standing up, you watched the two of them. 

“God, seeing them together makes me want to have another,” Rachel said as she appeared in your peripheral. You smiled at her before turning back towards the two. Phoebe was holding Evie’s hand, bringing it up in the air and waving, but not at you or Rachel.

“Uncle Roy! This is Evie!” 

Turning, you saw a tall, muscular man in a black t-shirt and jeans. His arms were crossed over his chest, and the only response he gave to his niece was a curt nod. It didn’t appear to bother her, as a bright smile filled her cheeks before she turned back to your daughter.

“So I finally get to put a face to the infamous Uncle Roy,” You remarked, glancing back at Rachel before your gaze found him again. You didn’t realize how long you had been staring until he met your eye, the look of disdain never faltering. Jumping in surprise, you immediately turned forward again. 

“You don’t know him?” Rachel asked, sounding surprised. You looked at her, fighting the urge to sneak another glance at him.

“Should I?”

She opened her mouth to answer, but was interrupted by Phoebe yelling, “Headers, Uncle Roy!” The other kids had started arriving at this point, and when they realized what she was saying, they all ran to line up behind her. Roy looked mildly inconvenienced by the question, but still stepped onto the forward and grabbed one of the balls. 

“Alright, one at a time,” He said. It was so uniform, every child going one at a time without fighting, that you wondered how many times he did this with them. 

“They seem to really love him,” You remarked to Rachel. She nodded. 

“They all idolize him,” She said. “Especially Phoebe. Just can’t get enough of her Uncle Roy.”

“Oh I know,” You said with a laugh. “Can’t get through a single practice without her bringing him up at least once.” A beat passed. “It’s not as nice when she says she misses him being her coach though.” Rachel scrunched up her nose, her expression screaming with embarrassment.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” She said quietly. “She just loves him so much.”

It wasn’t hard to see why. He was so gentle with the kids as he threw the ball for each of them them, giving them a fatherly compliment with every single hit.

“Beautiful.”

“Lovely.”

“Great job.”

“I love that!” 

He didn’t come off as a person who smiled often, making you feel like you were seeing some rarity in the wild as he laughed with the children. It almost felt invasive. A big secret that you were now in on. 

The beating in your chest seized when Evie appeared at the front of the line, begging for her turn. Slowly, Roy kneeled down to her level.

“Alright, love,” He said gently. “Can you take a few steps forward?” She obliged, skipping a few steps until Roy beckoned for her to stop. She was bouncing up and down, waiting excitedly to have her turn, just like the big kids. He counted 1, 2, 3, before softly tossing the ball against her head. When it bounced off, she looked surprised for a brief moment before letting out a loud squeal. She ran up to Roy and threw her arms around his neck. He froze for only a second before wrapping his arms around her. 

Your heart soared.

Roy approached you and his sister, Evie hanging off his neck like a monkey, and his one hand supporting her bum. Both of them looked completely nonchalant at this, as if it had been occurring forever. 

“Does this belong to you?” His voice was raspy and low, and you wondered if it hurt his throat to talk like that all the time. Raising your hands, you reached out to the toddler, who, quite unusually, wrapped her arms tighter around the stranger.

“She does,” You said, your eyebrows knitting together. “Although, she seems quite fond of you.” 

“Yeah,” He said. “Fuckin’ annoyin’, innit?”

At first, you were taken aback by his comment. But then, you saw it. The flash of humor in his eyes, and you realized that he was making a joke. A smile crossed your cheeks, and you were surprised when his mirrored yours.

“This is my brother, Roy Kent,” Rachel said, before adding “Don’t worry. He is the complete arsehole you think he is.” As she was introducing you to him, you found that you were asking yourself just one question: Do I think he’s a complete arsehole, though? 

“Fuck you,” He said sharply, voice loud. A few parents glanced over, but none of them dared to say anything. 

“Pleasure to meet you,” You said simply, watching as Evie swung her legs up and was now sitting on his shoulders like he was a climbing frame. You brought a hand to your forehead in embarrassment. “I’m sorry about her. She hasn’t learned her manners just yet, has she?” Your daughter gave you a mischievous look, as if she understood what you were saying. 

He waved you off. “She’s fine. No trouble at all.” Giving him another look, you turned to Rachel.

“I was actually going to ask if you wouldn’t mind watching her during the game?” You smiled hopefully. “I couldn’t get a babysitter and… well…” Rachel stopped you with a hand to your forearm.

“Roy and I will take good care of her, won’t we, Roy?” She nudged her brother, giving him a look that you couldn’t quite decipher. He cleared his throat before. nodding.

“Yeah, yeah,” He said. “If she dies in my care, though, it’s your fault. Since I’m a stranger and all.” You playfully wrinkled your nose. 

“Then I’d be forced to kill you.”

“And how would you do that?”

You leaned forward before whispering, “With my bare hands.” 

He stared at you for a moment, as if assessing your ability to do that, when a few of the boys ran by, screaming, “Roy Kent! Roy Kent! He’s here! He’s there! He’s every-fuckin’-where!” 

“Oi!” You shouted at them. “No cussing!” You eyed Roy, who’s cheeks turned a slight shade of pink. “What was that?” He gave a look to his sister before looking back at you.

“You…you don’t know?” 

“Is there a reason I should already know you?” You asked, a little more demanding than when you had asked Rachel previously. “Unless you mean… I do know you’re Phoebe’s uncle, she talks about you all the time.” 

He was looking at you, but in a way that was making you uncomfortable. It was like he had been enlightened to you somehow, like he was seeing you for the first time. The referee blew his whistle, making both of you turn away.

“You ready, Coach?”

“Yes,” Came out of your mouth, but it also came out of Roy’s. When you and the referee looked at him, he blanched. 

“A bit below your pay grade, ain’t it, Coach?” The referee said, patting Roy’s arm before walking away. Roy appeared annoyed by this comment, but said nothing to confirm that.

You wanted to question it further, but Roy was faster as he nodded towards the pitch. 

“Get goin’, Coach,” He said, taking Evie’s hands in his and having her wave at you as he slowly backed away. She giggled the whole time.  

Watching a bunch of 8 year olds play football isn’t as exciting as one may think it is, but you were thankful that the halves were only 20 minutes each as opposed to the professional length of 45 minutes. Though you tried hard not to, you often found yourself looking behind you to see what Evie was up to. More often than not, she was with Roy, either being chased around by him, chasing him as he kicked around one of the spare balls, or actually watching the match while on his shoulders. Throughout the first half of the match, she was constantly heard laughing. 

It was weird, seeing Evie so comfortable with a person who wasn’t you. After all, it has just been you and her for the last just over two years, and you had certainly never brought her around any men. And yet here she was, treating this man as if they'd known each other her whole life. 

At the end of the first half, the score was 2-2, and your players were tired.

“You guys are playing so well,” You told them, applauding as they crowded around you. “Whatever happens, you all did amazing things on this pitch today.” Without looking over, you straightened up. “Coach Roy!” When you did turn. he was eyeing you curiously, forgetting to kick the ball from Evie so she couldn’t take it from him, which she quickly did. “Any words for these players?” 

He approached, stopping right next to you with his arms crossed over his chest. A firm, hard look was passed across the players.

“Fuckin’ kill them.”

All of the kids screamed their heads off in agreement before running back onto the field. You looked at Roy in shock.

“You can’t say that!” You exclaimed. He shrugged.

“You asked.” You still had the same stunned expression when you watched him turn and scoop Evie up in his arms, her laugh echoing through the whole field. 

His words of wisdom worked, for by the time the game ended, your team had won 7-2. And it only resulted in one bloody nose and two yellow cards (You talked the referee out of the red card for the bloody nose). You gathered the balls and put them in the box, leaving them out for the next set of teams who were due to play in an hour.

“Good game, guys,” You told your players. “Monica’s mum has snacks for everyone. You’ve all earned it.” Raising your hand up, all the players smacked your palm as hard as they could. The only exception being Phoebe, who instead tapped your hand with her forehead. When you gave her a questioning look, she smiled at you.

“Uncle Roy’s best friend taught me that,” She informed you before skipping off to her mum. You decided not to question it.

“See you guys for practice,” You called to Rachel and Phoebe, who both gave you a wave before walking off. It took you a moment to realize that Roy was not with them, meaning neither was Evie. You began to spin around in search of them, and were relieved when you saw him on the other side of the pitch, your toddler curled up in his arms. Her head laid on his shoulder, his hand running up and down her back in comfort. For someone who, you assumed, didn’t have children of his own, he sure handled them incredibly well. 

It was very attractive, not that you’d ever admit that to him.

“How long has she been asleep?” You called to him as he made his way to you. He lifted his free arm in a shrug.

“‘Bout a minute into the second half.”

Shaking your head, you put your hands on your hips while staring at the sleeping baby. 

“Thank you for watching her,” You said. “You really didn’t have to do that.”

“It’s fine,” He said. “Definitely more fun than watchin’ the match. Fuckin’ painful.” He pointed at Evie. “She’s gonna be a football star. Best player here today. Don’t tell Phoebe.” Laughing, you grabbed the pram and pulled it over. Though you offered to take her from him, he shook his head before carefully placing her in himself. Watching him be so tender with her made you feel some type of way. When he straightened up again, you looked down at the ground before looking back at him. His eyes never left you.

“Well, it was nice to meet you, Roy Kent,” You said. He tilted his head slightly. 

“You too.” 

“Come on, Uncle Roy!” Phoebe yelled from the car park, Rachel grabbing her and smiling apologetically as she dragged her towards the car. 

You bit back a smile as he mumbled, “Fuckin’ prick.” 

“See you around?” You asked him, curling your fingers around the handles of the pram. He looked down at the toddler, then back at you before nodding.

“Yeah,” He said quietly. “You will.”

And as you walked away, the breeze hitting your cheeks in just the right way, as they were burning deeply, you found yourself hoping that you would. 

~

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@buckybarnex, @ricciardhoe3

#roy kent #roy kent x reader #roy kent fanfiction #roy kent imagine #tedlassosource #ted lasso fanfiction

[moonduckling]

Mark, Jeno, Renjun x Sleeping In Bed Together

[Mark]

Would want to spoon mostly all the time (with you being the little spoon and him the big spoon.)

He would probably fart on you in the middle of the night. 🤣

He would be that person who watches you sleep at night.

Loves pillow talk and talking about the future with you wrapped in his arms.

Would fall asleep with the TV on at full blast.

Would also sleep with his head between your boobs or with his hand up your shirt.

Would wake you up with kiss all over your face in the morning.

Stealing all the cover is his job!

Wakes up in the night and ask, "Babe do you want something to eat?"

Sleeping with him is like sleeping with a crazied madman that can never find the right position.

The main reason things end up hot and heavy is because he has a thing for teasing you by pushing his knee between your thighs. 🤭

[Renjun]

The first thing he would want to do is cuddle, periodt.

He would most likely push you off the bed if you try to tease him in any type of way.

Would run his fingers through your hair through out the night.

He would be the type to softly squeeze your boobs or butt in an unnoticeable way.

Would fall asleep listening to your heartbeat.

He would fall asleep on your stomach.

Asks you if you want a snack before going to bed.

Would intentionally steal the covers so you can cuddle closer to him.

Would wait till you fall asleep before he knock out.

Would leave soft kiss on your temple while you sleep.

Don't wear your hair up because he likes when your soft hair ends up on his pillow.

Loves...when I say loves. He loves sleepy talk, when you make promise to stay up to talk to him even tho any moment you could fall asleep.

Loves when you wear no underwear to bed, so he can freely touch. 🌶

He mostly stays still at night, but ever now and then he ends up rolling over on you at night.

[Jeno]

Loves when you wear his shirt to bed.

If you have a fight before bed he will try to feed you the pain away (offering food and cuddles)

Needs to have you wrapped in his arms.

Likes to have you sleeping on his chest.

Would most likely fall asleep hugging your waist and his head between your breast.

Yall would have a snack drawer located in the room so you wouldn't have to go out to get any snacks.

One of his favorite activities is cockwarming. 😇

Like Mark taking the cover is his job!

Watching movies before falling asleep is a must do for him.

Secretly taking off your panties without you knowing is a daily ritual for him (Idk how he do he just does)

Playing footies and talking about your day is his way of pillow talk.

Hides your pillow so you will have to share one with him.

Kiss your head before falling asleep.

Mostly likely to fall asleep before you.

Needs to wrap you like a burrito once every night.

Wakes you up with rough morning kiss and a nice goofy smile.

By morning time his head is at the end of the bed and his feet is in your face. 😂

*Author Note: Sorry If the grammar is off or it just doesn't make sense. I didn't put it through a proofreader. Also, this is my first time writing a story on tumblr and I'm excited. I decided to break them up because it's really late at night and I'm tired 😫. ANYWAY, THANKS FOR READING! *Haechan and Jaemin is next*

#nct headcanons #nct x reader #jeno #nct smut #nct moodboard #nct scenarios #nct dream #kpop rp #nct fanfic #nct jeno #nct mark #nct renjun #nct fluff #nct mark scenarios #nct renjun scenarios #nct dream fluff #nct dream scenarios

[butmakeitgayblog]

Shall we go for a slow buildup then? Let’s start with the first time they hold each other (re: starlet non au)

The first time they hold each other is catharsis. Solace.

It's shortly after Lexa'd reached out that night after winning over Clarke. They were still at a loss as to how exactly to handle all this. This thing between them that neither are willing to talk about or even acknowledge, but both know is there. Both feel it growing deeper, more real. They've gone from nearly a full year of silence to texting every single day. A random call once every few weeks, even if they don't have much to say. They're in each other's lives at that point and neither really have any desire to stop it.

It happens the first time they actually speak to each other in person since that night when they'd both let too many secrets slip out over too many bottles of wine. It's a dinner party "thing" Clarke hosts at her apartment, inviting Lexa but more importantly 10 other people along for a night of classy but kinda trashy finger foods and board games. Because it's absolutely not an excuse just to have Lexa in her space again, and the other guests are certainly not a buffer in case everything is as terrible as she's imagined.

What I'm saying is that it's casual, and it means nothing, which is exactly why Clarke spends 5 hours bouncing between cooking and deciding what to do with her hair, all while rearranging the furniture in her apartment until it looks perfect.

Lexa spends those same 5 hours just trying her best to not throw up.

But it does turn out to be a nice evening. So much so, neither really know what they had to be worried about. It wasn't hard being in each other's space again. If anything, it felt like breathing for the first time in over a year. As though looking over mid-laugh just to catch the other's eyes was the most natural thing in the world. Which makes it feel all too safe to choose to stay behind when the rest of the gang announces they want to go out. It only being 9:30 by the time all the food is gone and every game is left on Clarke's dining table in disarray makes the inclination valid. Because Lexa's got an early call the next morning that she absolutely cannot be hungover for, and Clarke just isn't in the mood to turn down 30 offers from strangers to do coke in the VIP section while having her ass grabbed on the dancefloor.

So they stay behind and talk. Never straying too far from safe subjects. Work, the weather, what they'd be doing if they weren't in the industry, a few innocent tales from childhood. It naturally leads from Clarke sharing about how she'd lost her father at the tender age of 17, to recounting some of her best memories with him. That's how they find themselves huddled together in front of an old record player, thumbing through all the classics, Clarke playing song after song and sharing her memories of each one as Lexa sips her wine and listens to every single one.

It's only when the first notes of a particular song whine to life that Lexa can't really seem to help herself. Because there's just something in the way Clarke's eyes come alive when she tells her how they used to dance to that one every morning before breakfast. It's the image of a tiny Clarke, still in her footie style pjs and sporting a wicked case of baby blonde bed-head, hugging her father's legs as she danced along on the tops of his feet.

She just can't resist.

And god help her, it felt good having Clarke be that close, accepting her hand when Lexa had restarted the song and asked her if she'd like to dance. It felt good, and more terrifying, it felt right. It felt right the way Clarke tucked into her body, one hand on her shoulder, the other cupped gently in her palm. It felt right to match the sway of her hips, to match her breathing and the race of her heartbeat, to laugh as they tripped over themselves and just righted themselves again.

It felt right to pull Clarke closer when those blue eyes suddenly turned glossy, her perfectly wonderful face scrunching up in an embarrassed huff of laughter through her sniffles of, "Sorry. I just miss him sometimes. Ignore me."

So there's really nothing for it. Nothing to do but nod that she understands that kind of pain. That sense of loss, and how it can hit you at the most random of times. So Lexa hugs her right there in her livingroom, records forgotten on the floor at their feet. She tucks Clarke's head into her shoulder and wraps her arms tight around her waist, accepts every last one of her tears and carries her grief as her own, hugging her and holding her as the final chorus fades out

Because Love grows where my Rosemary goes

And nobody knows like me...

Clarke asks her to stay and Lexa does, because there's no way she can leave her like this. So sad and vulnerable and visibly raw at the edges. She sets aside all of her rules and all of her fear and takes Clarke to the couch, guiding her to lay on top of her, just to rest. To let the calm of her breathing and the steady thump of her heart lull Clarke into a tear-soddened sleep. She holds her through the night, neither saying more than a few muffled words, Lexa humming the notes of the song until they're etched into the rhythm of her heartbeat. Until she knows not a day will pass when this song doesn't bring her right back to this moment, and this woman, and this feeling of holding everything she wants but cannot let herself have right there in her arms. But it's enough just to be close, to let herself slip into this once more, and Lexa knows there's really no coming back from this.

Still, when Clarke eventually wakes up, Lexa's long gone in the morning.

#anon #starlet au

[jacksdinonuggets]

Smol Genderbent AU

I have this AU where only Charlie and Vaggie are genderbent. Lucifer is still Charlie's dad, and Angel is still...Angel. anyways, I just wanted to share a few headcanons i have for them.

~Charlie~

Charlie is one of those dino boys. He loves them and has at least 3 dinosaur plushies. He also really loves the primary color palette. All of his little outfits consist of red, yellow, and blue. no exceptions! He doesn't need diaps, but when he's feeling under 3, he wears them. only the dino print ones! he won't wear any others. if he could have dino print pull-ups, he absolutely would have them, but unfortunately, they only have diaps. Getting him to eat vegetables are really hard. like normal Charlie, Boy Charlie HATES veggies. Lucifer or Vags have to do a lot of convincing to make him eat. Speaking of Lucifer, Lucifer loves caring for his little boy. He and him bond over duckies and dinos. Lucifer tried playing catch with him one day but the boy wasn't feeling big enough to have good reaction times... he had a giant bruise on his forehead for a week. Though, he does love to play outside, unlike normal Charlie. normal Charlie would rather play inside and sometimes outside, Boy Charlie needs to go outside at least once during his regression time. he's also very comfortable with regressing in public and will even be in his little gear! but only if Lucifer or Alastor is with him. they protec. they attac. but most importantly, they make sure he eats snac. Charlie also loves to wear footy pajamas or Overalls. he does get fussy sometimes when he doesn't get his way but will feel bad for being fussy later.

~Vags/Vaggie~

Vags goes by vaggie or Vee, when smol. He's more of an astro boy and loves purple. although, his special interests do switch up from time to time. sometimes its space, sometimes he's neutral, and sometimes he loves sharks. he regresses pretty small but is super embarrassed of accidents. Luckily, Charlie is supportive and they go to pick out diapers together. He has to have his comfort stuffy with him at all times. He also acts like his stuffy is his friend, so whoever is taking care of him, also has to take care of his stuffy. He has a hard time walking so outside is a no-go. Unless you can carry him. but Charlie can't go more than 2 minutes with him in his arms. Vaggie is pretty quite, even when it comes to crying. Normal Vaggie is pretty loud but Boy Vags is quiet. Heaven was full of people who thought that boys shouldn't cry and had a lot of toxic masculinity. So its still hard for him to realize that he can be emotional. He often apologizes for regressing, especially if it was involuntary. Charlie tries to assure him that its okay but he still feels bad. He has chronic back pain from getting his wings ripped out so sometimes when he has bad pain days, he slips. He does a lot of whimpering and curling up in a ball when his pain is bad. Charlie gets ice packs, heating pads, pain meds, and lots of cuddles on these days.

#sfw agere #agere fanfic #agere writing #age regression #hazbin hotel fanfiction #hazbin hotel agere #hazbin hotel age regression #hazbin hotel genderbend #Hazbin hotel Gb #Boy Charlie #Boy vaggie #hazbin hotel vaggie #hazbin hotel charlie #genderbend #genderswap #sfw ageredips #padded age regression #paddedagere #agere diaps #sfw diapers #sfw littlespace #agere little #fandom agere

[ibrithir-was-here]

BABY DREAM AU PART 3

(TW for Referenced Child Abuse--Starvation and neglect)

The only place Morpheus felt full or warm anymore was in his dreams, and he spent most of his time sleeping now, as much as he possibly could.

It was so cold in the cellar, so dark, and so lonely.

Morpheus had been cold for days, weeks now, but it felt like the cold went down to his bones now, freezing him solid inside, keeping him from getting any warmth at all no matter how tightly he curled up.

He was always hungry now as well. Mr Burgess rarely came down to yell at him anymore, and he didn't seem to bother to send anyone else to check in on him much either. So food was getting rarer and rarer.

Sometimes Mr. Burgess's son, Alex, would sneak down a little food for him, when the others forgot to, but he was just as afraid of his father as Morpheus was, so it wasn't often he was able to sneak away.

So Morpheus lay in his circle, cold and hungry and alone, in the deeping dark. The few hours he spent awake he didn't think about anything much, just thumbed at the button that had been one of Jessamy's eyes. A small piece of his beloved toy that had managed to roll towards him when Mr. Burgess…

Morpheus didn't like thinking of that part.

He'd much rather think about his dreams, he wondered what he and Hob would do the next time he saw him. His stomach gave a painful squeeze, and Morpheus shut his eyes against the pain and the sudden swell of tears that came with it. He was so hungry, he hoped Hob had breakfast already by the time he 'woke up'.

Yes, he'd just close his eyes and fall asleep now. it wasn't like there was anything worth staying awake for, no one was coming for him, not after all this time. Not the police, not his family. No one.

Once more, like each time Morpheus went to sleep, he hoped tonight was the night he could stay with Hob forever.

****

Morpheus woke with the smell of french toast drifting into his room, and he eagerly bounced out of bed, energy coursing through him at the thought of food and warmth and fun and Hob.

He bounded through the doorway and into the kitchen, the pads on the bottom of his footie pajamas preventing him from sliding headlong into Hob, who had just turned around to set a plate of toast slathered in syrup down on the counter.

"Hey there little Dream" Hob said, his voice soft and a smile breaking over his face as he reached down to scoop Morpheus--arms already raised in expectation-- up into a warm hug.

"Long time no see"

Morpheus giggled at the joke, hugging Hob back and letting the happiness of the moment sink into him, chasing out the chill and aches and despair of the waking world.

"You ready for breakfast?"

Morpheus nodded eagerly and Hob set him down on his stool, legs dangling, swinging back and forth happily as he pulled the plate towards himself.

The food tasted better than anything he could ever remember eating in the waking world, even before--

Morpheus shook his head to sweep the thought away. He was safe here, he didn't have to think about any of that. Not here, not with Hob. The waking world couldn't touch him here, not here with Hob to keep him safe. Here he didn't have to worry about Mr. Burgess, his demands and threats and cruelty.

Here, he was just Hob's "Little Dream", not --

"...Morpheus?"

Morpheus dropped his fork to the floor, shock flooding through him as he stared at Hob, eyes wide as the man looked back at him, looking at him in a way Morpheus had never seen him look before.

"That is your name, right? Morpheus Aterenus?"

Morpheus felt the cold seeping back into him, starting in the pit of his stomach, turning the food he'd eaten to sand. What was happening? He felt himself nodding, though the rest of his body felt turned to stone.

"Morpheus, I know what's happened to you now, at least, I know that you were taken." Hob said in his soft, kind voice, his voice that usually made Morpheus feel so safe.

"I don't know how or why you started showing up in my dreams. But I want to help you sweetie. I know you don't talk, but if there's any way you can let me know where you are in the real world, please, tell me."

Ice shot straight up Morpheus's spine. No. No no no no he didn't want to think about this. He didn't want to remember that this place, his room, his toys, his time here with Hob, where he felt more at home than he ever had with his parents, wasn't real.

Why was this happening?

He'd made this Dream so he could be safe. And now it was all turning against him. Forcing him to remember, to bring the cold and the hunger and the dark here, here into the last refuge he had.

Morpheus must have started to cry without realizing, because his cheeks were wet and his body was shaking all over and he only noticed when Hob pulled him into a fierce hug and started wiping at his cheeks with his kind, soft hands.

"Oh honey, please please don't cry." Hob shushed, rocking Morpheus back and forth in his arms.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I know you must be so scared. But you're not alone anymore, ok? I'm here. I'm not going to leave you there I promise. I just need you to be brave for me, just for this, and I'll be brave the rest of the way ok?"

Hob kept up a steady stream of encouragement and apologies and promises of safety, of rescue, and all the while he kept Morpheus cradled against his chest, secure and warm, until his sobs finally subsided, leaving Morpheus feeling worn and heavy and so so tired.

As tired and worn as he felt when awake.

Could Hob really mean it? Could he really find a way to rescue him?

But--Hob was just a dream. A dream Morpheus had made to escape…but then, Morpheus's dreams had never been just dreams.

After so many disappointments in his life, including the misguided hope for friends and adventure that had gotten him taken in the first place, did he dare hope for Hob to be able to help him, to be real?

Morpheus clutched at Hob, grounding himself in the safety and peace he'd felt here, in this dream place, over the last few weeks, as he tried to quiet his heart and mind, thinking over what to do.

He thought about what he knew of where he was. He'd heard other people talking to Mr. Burgess, and him shouting at them. He knew he was still in Sussex from some of the places they'd mentioned, Alex had told him the name of the house once, "Fawney Rig", in a rare moment when they'd had some time to themselves, before Mr. Burgess came down and yelled at the older boy for "consorting with The Freak'"

That had been the day…that was the day Mr. Burgess had torn up Jessamy.

He'd been so angry that Morpheus had -almost- talked to Alex, instead of him.

That had been the day that had started the dreams, the day that had brought him to Hob.

If he told Hob what he knew, would it be enough?

Could the nightmare of his waking life finally be over?

Morpheus hadn't spoken in over a month now, he wasn’t sure he still could….but, he wanted to try.

He wanted to believe that Hob could do it, could rescue him. If anyone could, it would be Hob.

He took a deep, deep breath, and in a small voice as cracked and hoarse as broken pavement he whispered:

"I-I'm at F-fawney Rig in, S-s-ussex. Mr. B-burgess has me in-in the cellar--"

He broke off to cough, retching at the pain the words caused in his throat--

But he didn't have time to cough, as just then the dream began to collapse around them.

The roof went flying off above their heads, the walls tumbled down, and furniture--the bookcases full of Morpheus's picture books, the comfortable chair Hob sat with him in to read them, the toybox full of all his wonderful toys--all went flying up into the swirling void that opened all around them, sucking up everything.

Including Morpheus.

"Hob!!" Morpheus cried out, clutching at the man as tightly as his small fingers could.

"Hold on Morpheus!" Hob called back over the crashing swell of noise, clutching him to his chest so tightly Morpheus thought he might crack, but he didn't want Hob to loosen his hold even a little bit, clinging onto him even tighter.

"Don't worry, don't worry sweetie I got you! I'll find you dove, you were so brave. Just hang on, I'll find you I promise!!"

And with that promise ringing in his ears, Morpheus woke up.

Cold, hungry, alone in the dark.

He didn't even have enough energy left to cry.

***

Hob didn't waste a moment even changing out of his pajamas. The moment he woke up he Googled "Fawney Rig, Sussex, Burgess". And instantly got a match. Lucky for him the house was old enough to be known by the name alone. He set the directions into his phone, and then the only things he wasted time on was making a perfunctory call to the police--he didn't plan on waiting for them--then grabbing his shoes, his keys, and his handgun.

As he sped down the road, he shot up a prayer to any deity or cosmic power he thought might be of any use, regardless of actual belief in them, to give him green lights all the way, and that he wouldn't be too late.

Someone must have been listening, that or he just had insanely good luck, he wasn’t going to be picky about as, as in and hours time he was kicking in the door of one Roderick Burgess of Fawney Rig.

Burgess, for whatever sort of occult games he thought he was playing, had evidently never found a spell to prevent one from being bludgeoned into unconsciousness by the handle of a gun.

Hob had been tempted to use it properly, to send it through the coward's skull. But with the police on their way he didn't want to risk being brought in for murder, no matter how well deserved. And he wanted this bastard's deeds brought to light, to make sure he hadn't got any other children shut up somewhere.

From the way the man's cronies had fled, and his own son was eager to help Hob find the basement, he didn't think the police would have any trouble getting testimony against him.

The heavy iron door swung open with a groan, revealing a dark cavernous room, in the center of which, surrounded by a shining circle drawn on the ground, huddled up into a ball with his back turned to the doorway, lay Morpheus.

Hob was at his side in an instant, scuffing the circle as Alex had told him to do, and scooping the tiny form up in his arms before he even realized he'd done so.

Morpheus weighed practically nothing, and he was so pale, gray almost. With sunken cheeks and limp ragged looking hair, and eyes that were glossed over, not seeming to see Hob as he gently pushed the hair from his face, nothing like the bright eyed, tossle topped child of his dreams.

But it was still his Little Dream, he would know him anywhere.

"Morpheus?" Hob said softly, keeping the child close, willing his body warmth to soak into the tiny body, so cold and still. "Morpheus, can you hear me?"

There was a long, silent pause, long enough that Hob felt his heart start to clench in true fear that he had, in fact, been too late--

And then Morpheus curled closer, a deep, rattling sigh issuing from his tiny chest, and he blinked, looking up like he wasn't sure he wasn't still dreaming, and whispered in the tiniest voice:

"Hob?"

Hob thought he might cry from joy.

"Yes, it's me sweetheart. It's me, I'm here. It's over. It's all over. You're safe."

****

It wasn't quite all over, of course.

There had been police interviews--which Hob had had to lie for, he wasn’t about to tell them he'd dreamed about how to find Morpheus-- and Morpheus had been taken to the hospital and Hob had had to fight doctors to stay with him, never leaving his side even to sleep.

And then Morpheus had been taken back to his parents.

His parents, who had sent their solicitor to pick their missing son up from the hospital instead of deigning to come themselves.

And then there had been months and months of Hob putting together a court case--helped by friends of Johanna, on both sides of the law-- to have Morpheus, and really the rest of his siblings as well, put under the care of those who would actually care about them.

(He was happy to see that young Alex had already been taken in by much better people, even seemed to have found himself a little boyfriend.)

Morpheus had visited him, in those long months, in dreams. Their little dream flat had been rebuilt, but now it contained several other rooms, as Morpheus began to introduce his siblings to Hob, pulling them into the dreams as well.

His dreams got rather hectic after that

Olethros was possibly the most accident prone toddler Hob had met, and Hob was constantly cleaning up after him, but he was also a huge sweetheart and loved to color and beamed like the sun whenever Hob put his unintelligible scribbles up on the fridge in the dream kitchen.

The three babies were a handful, Epithymia was fussy and Aponoia always cried and Euphoria, was well, a bit of a literal whirlwind.

But they all calmed down and looked content as could be the moment Hob gave them even a bit of attention and a hug, it broke his heart a bit just how surprised they always seemed to be to receive something that simple.

Portos had told him not to worry about the court case, all would be as it should be. Hob thought he'd never met a more morosely optimistic ten year old, but did feel strangely comforted by this pronouncement, and was happy to help the boy with the window garden he was cultivating in his dream room.

Teulute and Hob had gotten on famously, and together in the dream they'd reconstructed Jessamy for Morpheus, who hardly ever put the bird down. Apparently she was unable to create the doll again in the real world, but Morpheus didn't seem to mind, as long as he could have her at night.

Hob when he had the time worked on something for him to have in the waking world too though. His sewing skills weren't the best but with Rachel to help him it didn't turn out horrible.

Then suddenly, about a year into the proceedings, things took a turn. For the better. Hob's luck seemed to increase exponentially, he got a raise that gave him hope he'd actually be able to both pay for his case and afford to care for seven children. His lawyer found some startling evidence of different illegal ventures the Aterenus parents had both been involved in, and their lawyers all seemed to start having nervous breakdowns or sudden changes of heart about their profession and quitting to join the Peace Corp.

Coincidentally Olethros and the Twins seemed to be figuring out what their Gifts were at the same time.

And in the end…Hob had won.

Turns out, they hardly even needed the illegal evidence. When your six year old son gets kidnapped and you give up looking for him a month in and then say your reasons for doing so were that "he'd always been a selfish, willful child" it really doesn't win you much favor with the jury.

By the end of the year, the seven new Gadling siblings were happily being tucked in at their new, smaller but much warmer and happier, home.

And as Hob tucked Morpheus into bed, his present, a hand stitched raven Morpheus had named Matthew snuggled up with him, Hob couldn't imagine feeling happier in his entire life.

"Goodnight sweetheart"

He whispered, placing a kiss on Morpheus's forehead, "Sweet dreams, I'll be here when you wake up"

And Morpheus, smiling as he sank into sleep, knew he'd never have to be afraid of waking up again.

#my writing #its done!! #baby dream au #now just gotta finish next chapter of enchanted au xD #thanks for everyone who's enjoyed this! #its on AO3 now #i'll post a link later #dream of the endless #hob gadling #platonic dreamling #death of the endless #desire of the endless #despair of the endless #destruction of the endless #destiny of the endless #delirium of the endless #night sandman #time sandman #sandman #sandman fic #sandman au #matthew the raven #jessamy the raven #tw child abuse

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Already losing my mind over your footy au, it’s so perfect. Thanks so much for sharing this brilliant joy with us :’)

[this is ava's pov, so technically a few deleted scenes that won't be in the main fic. still gay & eventually a little nod to christmas lol. @unicyclehippo & @analogoose thank u for accepting that i am on pacific time in california & it is indeed still christmas for me lmao]

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beatrice is a revelation. 

you remember the first time you had watched her play, when you were thirteen and she debuted for her club at the senior level at sixteen, this phenom, and everyone was talking about her. you remember being in awe of how steady she was, serious and focused and beautiful, even though you’re sure she was nervous: she was pretty, and young, with a sharp jaw and skin a few shades darker than yours, lovely, freckles and bright eyes. most importantly, when she was subbed on in the 61’, she seemed unafraid.

mostly you remember a moment — her jersey tucked in solemnly and perfect into her shorts, her socks even at her knees, her hair somehow staying put in a neat bun — where she won a tackle at midfield, carried it, drew three defenders, and then played the most beautiful through ball you had ever seen. shannon finished, but it was an easy tap in, past the goalkeeper, and you sat on your small, hard bed and looked at the planes of her face light up when she smiled. mary patted her head and shannon gave her a tight hug and you knew, even then, that she was going to be the best player in the world. 

it’s surreal to play with her, now, to sit beside her in the locker room and take note of the older lines of her face, her lighter hair, her meticulous skin care routine — an exact order of small, expensive serums and sunscreen — and the way her mouth sets in a grimace when she’s running through physical therapy exercises next to you. the way she talks to your teammates, clear and calm and kind, no matter what’s happening; the way she holds her chin high when she kneels for the anthem and wears her rainbow captain’s armband; the way she moves with the ball like she’s dancing, like she’s absolutely sure there’s no one who can stop her — it’s mesmerizing and a little intoxicating. you think everyone is at least a little bit in love with her. 

but somehow, miraculously, a little bit, she thinks you’re special.

she thinks she’s subtle, you’re pretty sure, but no one else gets her to laugh like you do. she puts up with your constant antics and your overwhelming exuberance and terrible puns. she listens to you, quiet and with her unwavering, full attention when you explain to her, one day in the locker room, late, when everyone else had already gone home. she’d gotten mad at you earlier in training, for not tracking back, for going halfheartedly into tackles; she’s seen the scar on your back and been in physical therapy with you for months now. 

‘i — i got hurt, going in for a tackle,’ you say, your voice breaking and too loud for the empty locker room, hands trembling, eyes filling with tears. ‘i didn’t have a choice; someone hit my back and then i couldn’t walk, i couldn’t move. i’m trying, okay? i’m so scared, every single fucking tackle. i’m doing the best i can.’ your breath is coming so fast and your chest is tight; you have to sit down and put your head in your hands. ‘fuck.’

she stands still, holding a soft sweater you know she’ll drape over her shoulders, over her perfectly pressed button up, even though she’s probably just going home. she stands still and, mortifyingly, you think she’s going to cry too, which is even worse than just you crying.

‘fuck, i’m sorry,’ you say again. she sits next to you and shakes her head. 

‘ava,’ she says, ‘i’m sorry.’ she takes your hand gently and it’s a little reverent, and your heart settles and blooms: it’s only been a few months, but she’s home. she’s safe and thoughtful and steadfast and brave. 

it’s not the first time you think it, but it’s the clearest: i love you, you want to tell her. 

‘sometimes i forget how hard your career has been,’ she says, ‘how difficult; how i haven’t ever experienced the pain you have.’ she swallows, looks down at her own hands. ‘healing of all kinds isn’t linear, and sometimes it’s slow.’

it’s true: you had lost, for a long time, your favorite thing in the world, the very thing that had made you feel most alive. you had felt nothing; you had hurt, and hurt, and hurt.

‘but it is my job as your captain to see you through this.’

you’d convinced her to go dancing the other night with you, during a bye week, and she had let her hair down and laughed into your neck. she’s beautiful; she was so beautiful, free and unburdened. she had looked at you too.

‘just your job?’

she smiles, gentle and small and just for you. ‘well,’ she says, ‘and my pleasure.’

/

beatrice is contained, though, toward mostly everyone. you don’t think she’d ever really admit it, either, but you know she’s lonely, in her beautiful house by the water — without color, sparse and modern, and you bring her little trinkets and pillows and candles and flowers and soft throws in yellow, in orange, in a treasured sage green she seems to love. she has her tailored, loose linen, always chic and always professional. she has strict nutrition, carefully made meals from the team chef systematically stacked in neat tupperware in her fridge. you know you’ve, mostly out of sheer annoyance and stubborn, unrelenting affection, wormed your way under her skin — so you take a gamble. 

she’s still religious, or at least takes a great deal of comfort in routine and prayer and worship, so you wait until after you’re pretty sure christmas morning mass is over. you’d never say it yourself, either, for that matter, but you’re lonely too, sometimes, and you love her bright smile and freckles and the way she eats whatever you order for dinner when you spend time at her house. 

you shoot your shot, wherever that’ll end up, and order a bunch of birthday balloons, a shiny silver 2 and 6, and throw in a few silly christmas ones too, just for the spirit. you buy her a delicate chain, really pushing your luck because it’s plain white gold, elegant and a little romantic, some kind of gesture. you add in a crisp, extremely expensive cotton crew neck, which you’d seen pulled up on her phone while you’d lowkey been snooping. you make chocolate chip cookies — well, really, camila makes them after you burn the first batch, and she rolls her eyes when you explain they’re for bea, but it’s fond and you’re way too obvious; she knows how you feel anyway — and put them in a tupperware. you find the dumbest possible birthday card you can, a little bit obscene, and write, dear beatrice, happy birthday! you’re an old lady now, or something. you steal the show from jesus, in my opinion :) you deserve to be celebrated. once you write the last line you want to cringe, but you only have the one card and you can’t scribble it out at this point. fuck it, you think, and sign love, ava and put it in the envelope, lick the flap and press it shut before you can take it back. 

you unload all of the balloons from your car, a little ridiculous, and fit them, and your presents, and your cookies, and a bottle of veuve, and a bouquet of sunflowers — her favorite — into your arms and trundle to her front door and ring the doorbell. there’s definitely a chance she’s not home — still at mass or, probably, doing some kind of aikido training or on a run or swim, maybe even alone at the training grounds — but then, to your immense relief and immediate delight, she opens the door. if beatrice in her careful, neat outfits is revelatory, beatrice in a pair of sweatshorts and a hoodie, her sunny hair tousled and swept almost carelessly over a shoulder, is a fucking miracle.

‘i thought —’ she says, her brow furrowed, seemingly a little lost, ‘you’re not my sushi order.’

‘happy birthday!’ you say, and hold out the balloons. ‘and merry christmas!’

it takes her a second but then a big smile blooms on her face, and you’re so relieved you might cry. she takes the balloons from you with a laugh and then the flowers, carefully. ‘thank you, ava,’ she says, so happy and so genuine. ‘would you like to come in? i don’t think i can enjoy all of this on my own.’

that had obviously been your plan; you wore loose pants and a crop top, her favorite even though she pretends to never notice. you even washed your hair this morning instead of just settling for dry shampoo or a little cap like you sometimes do since you cut it when you’re tired or your back is hurting too much to want to move your arms above your head — a truth you’ll never tell, not anyone. she fidgets with the hair tie around her wrist, and instead of saying anything normal, you bump her hip in the doorway, your faces way too close, and not close enough. ‘leave your hair down. i like it like this.’

she just blushes and nods and steps back;  you follow her to the kitchen, embarrassed, but then she carefully puts the flowers in a vase, a little reverent, and you it settles you. she softly tells you that she'd been to mass and sung her favorite hymns; that she misses the snow sometimes, even though she loves the ocean.

‘how did you know it was my birthday?’ she asks, after the flowers are situated and you’re curled on her couch, your feet tucked under her thighs, after she’s opened her presents quietly and read your card, which had made her sniffle and she’d squeezed your hand afterward. 

other than the fact that you and your teammates had sang to her over a cake before you’d left to go on break, ‘i’ve read your wikipedia.’

it’s, like, way too true, and it’s out before you can take it back, but then she just laughs, grants you grace as always. 

‘i’ve read your wikipedia too,’ she says, quietly, but you sit up to give her a high five, which makes her laugh again. she grows serious, and soft, and puts her chin in the crook of her elbow balanced on the top of the couch cushion. her eyes are so gorgeous and you’re close enough to count her freckles like stars in the fading winter light. 

something might happen; your body is practically bursting at the seams for it, but then the doorbell rings and you both kind of jump.

‘probably my actual sushi order.’ she gets up and pads to the door, comes back with what is probably enough sushi for four people.

‘did you… order delivery sushi from a michelin star restaurant?’ you ask, infinitely amused when you see the branding.

she waves her chopsticks around in dismissal. ‘it’s my birthday.’ she purses her lips and delicately picks up a piece of ginger. ‘and i’m rich.’

you laugh so suddenly you’re lucky a whole piece of spicy albacore doesn’t just explode out of your mouth; you couch into a napkin instead. she doesn’t tease you, although she does look on in a little alarm. she had, surprisingly, ordered a bottle of sake, you notice once you’ve recovered with a few coughs, and you get it out with a cheer. ‘yes, beatrice! live it up!’

you share your sake and the best sushi you’ve had in your entire life, sitting on the floor at her coffee table, until you’re full and a little tipsy. you open the bottle of veuve, because she’s tipsy enough to let you, to follow along in your wake as you do everything in your power to feel it all. she pops it carefully, with a towel over the cork, even, but it doesn’t stop you from cheering like you’ve just won the champions league, and it brings a delicious smile to her mouth that you very narrowly avoid kissing.

she pours expertly in stemless, elegant champagne flutes and you lift yours toward. ‘to the best captain and the best friend,’ you say, and it’s incomplete but it’s sincere all the same, something brimming underneath the surface neither of you are quite ready to name. ‘happy birthday, bea.’

she clinks her glass with yours and you drink champagne, bundled in blankets, and eat an insane amount of chocolate chip cookies, on her balcony that looks over the sea, settled onto one comfortable beach chair; she’d let you squeeze beside her without any protest.

‘thank you, ava, for coming over.’

‘yeah, uh, of course.’ you squeeze her strong, bare calf, just above the scar on her ankle. ‘i didn’t — i was alone today, too. i figured we shouldn’t have to be alone.’

she swallows and puts her hand on yours. ‘you’re right. we shouldn’t.’

you rest your head on her chest. ‘strong heartbeat for twenty-six.’

the soft rumble of her laugh matches the waves, and she runs her hands along your face, buries them in your hair for a moment. ‘i like your hair, like this,’ she says.

‘yeah?’ she’s definitely drunk by now, her eyes a little glassy when you look up at her, and you’d give everything — money, your gorgeous apartment with camila, pizza, football — to kiss her.

‘yes,’ she says, and looks up at the stars. ‘i remember watching you play, before —‘ you tense a little, and she just soothes a hand along your spine. ‘before. and it was long. just — like everyone else.’

you have no idea what to say; you suppose it’s true. ‘you watched me play.’

‘of course,’ she says, an easy truth that ignites something low in your stomach. ‘ava, you’re not like everyone else. not at all. you’re the most — ‘ she shakes her head, trips over her words — ‘you’re the most extraordinary person i’ve ever known.’

you take a few deep breaths and then kiss her collarbone. ‘i — feel the same, about you.’

she smiles, and you settle again on her chest; you listen to her heart racing. 

‘you know,’ you say, ‘i just wanted to look more bisexual. that was the motivation for this haircut.’

it gets a booming laugh from her, better than any goal.

‘swear to god.’

she kisses the top of your head and then gracefully untangles herself from you, offers a hand. ‘i can order you an uber,’ she says. ‘or — it’s christmas, they’re probably, you know, inconvenient.’

‘you want me to stay?’

please don’t leave me alone; please don’t leave me. it’s unspoken and aching and easy. she nods. ‘if you want.’

‘you have food for the morning that’s not a little prepackaged omlette?’

she frowns. 

‘well then we’re going to get brunch, okay? deal?’

she rolls her eyes but she leads you to her bedroom by the hand; there’s no question when she pulls back the fluffy, perfectly white duvet, that she wants you in bed with her. she gets you a pair of sleep shorts and a long-sleeve t-shirt, club issued but old and soft and worn, and it smells like her; she turns her back as you take off your clothes and change, leave them in a careless pile on a chair that makes her roll her eyes.

you snuggle up to her in bed and she turns over; your heart swells when she scoots back into you and you wrap an arm around her waist; she sighs. i love you, you want to say, i fucking love you so much, i’m going to die if i don’t kiss you soon. i love you, please.

‘happy birthday.’

she squeezes your hand, and then she falls asleep.

#footy au #avatrice fic #wn #warrior nun fic #avatrice #labyrinth.taylor swift.mp3 🤪

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[CLOSED] leviscolwill 600 followers blurb celebration ★

first off, thank you soooo much for following me and my fics because at the end of the day, i'm just a silly girl writing about her silly footy crushes and i'd never thought people would actually like it!! i'm very thankful for all of you and i'm kissing all of your foreheads.

the 'rules' are simple, you send me one or multiple numbers (and specify if u mean dialogue or scenario for the first few numbers) from this prompt list by @ihateprompts, + a player/driver (it can be one that i've written for or not, i'm open to write for a lot of them so don't hesitate!!) and i'll write a little blurb. idk how long i'm opening my requests for this, because idk how many of you will participate hehe. anyways thank you again ilyyyy -eve 🩷

dialogue

"can i kiss you?"

"are you sure about this?"

"close your eyes"

"wanna practise?"

"i really, really want to kiss you right now"

"i think i deserve a kiss"

"if you win, i'll kiss you"

"kiss me again"

"are you wearing chapstick?"

"shut up" (affectionately)

"you'll have to teach me"

"was that okay?"

"woah..."

"you're gonna get lipstick all over me"

"i think this is the part where you're supposed to kiss me"

"just follow my lead"

"one more kiss? please?"

"can we do that again?"

actions / scenarios

hand kisses

neck kisses

cheek kisses

stomach kisses

forehead kisses

thigh kisses

trailing kisses down your lovers body

arms wrapped around your lovers neck

light pecks

smiling while kissing

lifting your lover up

kisses meant to distract

kissing for a dare

goodmorning kisses

goodnight kisses

hello kisses

goodbye kisses

kitchen counter makeouts

kisses while cuddling

soft kisses becoming heated

heated kisses becoming soft

kisses to keep your lover quiet during sex

kisses while sitting in your lovers lap

kisses under mistletoe

leaving love bites on your lover

pulling away to look at eachother, eyes full of love

whispering in-between kisses

lifting up your lover while kissing

messy half asleep kisses

kisses that lead to more than kissing

kissing in the rain

almost kisses that are interrupted by a third party

nervous kisses

staring at your lover's lips before a kiss

hands on your lovers neck while kissing

routine kisses

drunk (mutually / accidental) kisses

kissing your lover as a reward

lazy makeouts

kisses leaving you breathless

heavy breathing with foreheads leaning together

hands in your lovers hair

hands under your lovers clothes

forbidden kisses

pulling your lover in by their collar

pulling your lover in by their tie

hands cupping your lovers cheeks

passionate kissing, pressed up against a wall

being caught kissing

confessing in the heat of the moment, leading to a kiss

luring your lover back to bed with kisses

kisses with a height difference - one leaning down while the other is on their tiptoes

#can't believe so many writers i admired (and still do) follow me like ??? #this is madness #trying to get back into writing regularly #football x reader #f1 x reader #football imagine #f1 imagine #football fluff #f1 fluff #600 followers celebration <3