#flo’s babbles

[fairytaleflo]

Fig and Scary would be besties I think

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[robynlilyblack]

You're not my wife?

Sirius Black x fem! reader

Summary: Sirius comes home very drunk and accidently lets something slip while his girl looks after him

Warnings: swearing, established relationship, pure fluff, mentions of drinking, drunkness (both on Sirius' part), sex and being unwell, slight nudity and some suggestion but nothing explict, Sirius being the sweetest and cutest drunken puppy, very quickly proofread

A/n: 3k words, not requested, the idea just popped into my head and I needed to feel better after a really tough week and a bit x hope you enjoy! I''ll be writing requests again soon, I might make a post about it tomorrow x

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You were snuggled up in bed, entering the perfect land of slowly drifting off yet still in control of your fantasy. You were somewhat aware of your surroundings. You could feel the coziness of the blanket. the soft plush of the mattress below, the safety Sirius’ pillow brung as you cuddled it. Yet. You didn't register the front door closing with a small thump, nor your boyfriend whispering curses at it for doing so, as well as at the floorboards for creaking

Sirius was beyond drunk. It was James’ fault really…or perhaps it was Marlenes? Or maybe Dorcas and those little cocktails that just tasted too good to stop drinking. Whatever it was he was smashed, and he was certain you had never seen him this drunk, in fact he was sure he’d ever seen himself this drunk, and for the life of him he didn’t remember why he got this drunk. 

All his brain could focus on was he had to get to you, you were the most important thing in that moment 

“Shit and fuck” he hisses as his jeans belt loop catches in the handle of the bedroom door, causing him to be pulled back and wack the side of his head

After more than a few attempts the door released him from its crutches and his eyes fell upon you, beautiful, beautiful you. He staggered over to his side, stripping himself of his jacket, attempting to unbutton his shirt before just pulling it over his head. Once those were off he just stood there for a good minute, brain blanking on what he was supposed to be doing before he heard you hum

“Y/n” he mumbles, collapsing surprising gently to the floor and planting his chin into the soft covers “How’d I get so lucky” he says, admiring how the soft glow of the street lights brings out your features

He starts talking to himself, telling your unconscious self all of the ways he loves you even if it’s really coming out as incoherent babbles.

“Glow of your hair and the shine of your shine…sorry the shine of your skin and the softness of your eyes” he mixes them up but they’re said so lovingly you would probably understand if you heard 

“Your pretty…” he continues on and on, repeating himself and these slowly wake you, eyes fluttering open to see Sirius smiling away in his own little world

The next thing you register is the smell, alcohol and cigarettes, it clung to him, while one more prominent than the other you didn’t really mind, you were just glad he was home and safe and happy

“Hi” you greet, giggling as his eyes light up and his chin edges closer to you “Are you nude?” You wonder eyeing his bare back with fuzzy vision as it wouldn’t be this first time

He shakes his head but a cheeky grin appears “I can be” he winks, or at least tries to, as he ends up just blinking theatrically with his head tilted forward

“Flirt” you roll your eyes, digging your cheek further into the pillow to hide the effect even terrible flirting still had on you

“Your flirt though” he shifts closer, kissing your cheek softly

“You are” you admit turning back to face him, you had seen Sirius drunk many times but you had to admit he looked so dazey almost dizzy looking you were sure he was currently in the late stages of blacking out “You need to take off your jeans before getting in” you say, spotting to dark hue of blue now your eyes had adjusted 

He scrunches his face but does it. Not gracefully though as he lets his arse fall to the floor, causing you to move his pillow back up and crawl across. Peering over the bed you watch him with an amused smile, his body flat on the hardwood floor, wiggling out of his jeans

“All the way?” He asks like a child

You nod “All the way puppy” your use of the nickname causes him to work not only faster but wear the cutest little grin as he does it

Eventually he’s left in his boxers. You admire him, even as he struggles to work his way back up to his knees and kneel at the side of the bed again “Can I get in now?” he pleads, flashing his big puppy eyes

You would normally say yes, but his breath was pretty bad. Besides, he had told you once he hated waking up to the stale taste in his mouth, so made you promise if not inebriated yourself to make him clean his teeth

“You should brush your teeth” you give him a sad smile, heart aching at his pout “I can help you if you want”

His eyes grow wide, mood shifting and he nods quickly. You lift the covers, revealing you’re only in a slip. Sirius is enamoured by it. A giddy grin on his face when you accidentally flash him and he realises you have nothing underneath

Standing up you look down, holding out your hands for him. He takes them but lingers on the floor, a look on his face you know all too well

“One peek” you concede, holding your giggle as his head pokes between your legs for a few seconds

He soon pulls back, looking more than satisfied with himself as you help him stand up

“You’re so pretty” again his voice is dazed, but it doesn’t stop the smile on your face

What is it they say? Drunken words are sober thoughts? If that was true it meant everything Sirius did and said were true, only now it was amplified and had a dizzy puppy vibe

Guiding him into the bathroom he plops himself on the edge of the bath, something that could end badly but would be equally hilarious…knowing him he’d probably give up and ask for a pillow if he fell in

Grabbing his toothbrush you squeeze a little bit of paste onto it “Open wide” you instruct and in return he cheeses at you “Siri” 

“What?” He shrugs before opening his mouth properly, jaw slack so you could manoeuvre easy

You softly brush his teeth, not wanting to place too much pressure since you had only done this for him a few times before when he was really sick. 

Sirius watches you the entire time and in that moment you were like some kind of angel. Sure he was drunk, the bathroom light behind your bed was causing spots as he blinked and created a halo around your head, but still you were angelic…maybe more than that to him as his brain ran one very drunk cell who was convinced he was missing something 

“Spit” you ask and he turns his head away from you

Your eyebrows furrow before you realise, watching him spit it out in the bathtub. He then turns back looking proud of himself, a small bit of paste still clinging to the edge of his lips

You smile sweetly, taking the pad of your thumb and clearing it off. You can’t pull away though because Sirius’ darts forward to capture it and sucks on it

“Siri!” You squeal at pulling it out, you weren’t mad but you did hope he’d feel tired soon…and merlin did you hope he stayed human and didn’t run around as a dog like he did when he had a fever a few weeks ago

He laughs loudly at the face you made, before he begins to laugh at his own laughing resulting in a small fit. 

You quickly rinse the toothbrush and place it in the holder, then move to steady Sirius since you’re sure he’s gonna fall if he’s not careful, and knowing your luck he’ll fall forward onto the tiles rather than the bathtub behind him

His giggles die down. Taken a sudden interest in you and his eyes wander up your body. Drinking it in. He lingers on your thighs and then on two particular assets, to which you’re sure he’s thankful for your lack of bra and coldness of the bathroom. Eventually he reaches your face, eyes darting over it and his smile brightens

His smile drifts to a funny one “I’m sorry you have to look after me” he apologies with a slight chuckle, hands finding the outsides of your lower thighs and pushing upwards towards your hips, bringing the slip with it

You pinch the material around his hands outwards, letting it fall back down enough to cover you. Not that you cared about him seeing, it was more you were sure he would get distracted again

“You’d do the same for me” you assure him

He reponses by nuzzling his nose into your stomach “I’m gonna be so hungover” he mumbles, a small moment of clarity washing over him, although it wasn’t really true clarity as his brain still connects all the wrong dots as time and fantasy mixes up 

“I know. Don’t worry tomorrow…well actually later today, I’ll make you breakfast in bed and tease you rotten” you smile down at him

His head lifts and his eyes can meet yours “Thank you sweetheart” he smiles lazily before standing up shakily with your help

You move back a little, hands finding his shoulders while his slip down from your hips briefly only to grasp them again over your slip

“I'm glad you’re my wife” he says casually, a fond smile on his face while your eyes blow wide…and so does your heart

You just stare at him a moment, processing. Heart fluttering around at the title you always imagined having one day, yet were nowhere near prepared for how good it would sound from his lips. Nor how easily it slipped from them

“Siri love” you cup his cheeks 

“Yeah?” He says like a hum

“I’m not your wife” you inform him

Instantly you regret it

His happy expression drops, pouting and almost looks like he may cry “You’re not my wife?” his grip on your hips tighten, voice cracking

You shake your head and find yourself aching at how heartbroken he is over it. You know it’s the booze, you know he likely won’t remember this come morning but you still scold yourself for not playing along 

“You said no?” he asks and you look at him baffled

“To what?” you wonder, even if there’s a tiny voice screaming what it was in the back of your mind

He doesn’t answer, merely asks “You didn’t want to be my wife?” 

His tone is soft and so pure you could cry yourself, yet you still started to smile, heart thumping as you watched your boyfriend in mild awe

“You didn’t ask me to be your wife Siri”

“I didn’t?” 

If you could describe him in that moment you would have to say he looked like he was doing some complex mathematics because boy oh boy was he processing for almost a good few minutes

“You wanna marry me?” He finally says “I really...really want to marry you”

You find yourself itching to scream yes, but you also know he probably isn’t going to remember this nor are you 100% sure he’s…

“I have the ring and everything...” 

…serious

Your hands drop from his cheeks to his chest “What?!” You stare at him in complete shock

“...give me a minute I’ll go get it and get down on two knees...one knee...my arse?” he shrugs trying to walk away but you stop him

“Siri, y-you have a ring?” You ask confused and happy and sick all at once, eyes glazing as you listen to his answer and start to believe this is actually real

“Yeah in the…” he hiccups pointing out the bathroom door “…in the bottom drawer of my bedside table” realisation dawns on his face but not the kind you think “That’s why I got drunk! I remember now I was so nervous you wouldn’t like my proposal...and the...ughh...talk...umm” 

He freezes, clogs turning before he closes his eyes. You can almost see his memory reseting, like remembering the real reason made his drunken brain short circuit

“You really didn’t say yes to the picnic? At the same lake where had our first date?” he asks opening them, eyes now boring into you and you can no longer find it in yourself to deny him

“I did. I did say yes Siri” you nod, smiling brightly up at him

“You did?” you nod again “And the proposal…wait no... the speech! Was that okay? Prongs cried at it but Reg thought it was a little long and moony called me a sap…or was that Marlene…or Dorcas?” his eyes blow wide “It was shit wasn’t it? That’s why she gave me the little pink drinks cause it was terrible and you found it terrible...and him terrible and me...” he scrunches his face

“It was beautiful Siri” you pull his face up to look at yours, cutting his rabble off before you let them slip back down to his chest once more “Utter perfection. I was just pulling your leg earlier” you giggle trying to brighten him up while simultaneously trying not to squeal at the idea of there really being a ring in that drawer and him actually proposing

He sighs in relief, quickly wrapping his arms around you

“Thank merlin I’ve been worried for weeks” he tucks his head into the crook of your neck “You’re finally my wife for real. I'm not dreaming right?” he asks once more pulling back to look at you

“I am” you confirm "I'm so your wife...so...definitely your wife" you emphasise with all your heart and it makes his face light up brighter than the tree back at hogwarts

He grins, cupping your cheeks and squishing them ever so slightly “You’re my…” he hiccups again “…I’m your wife” he finishes

You giggle at his mistake but can't find it in yourself to correct him “You’re my wife…” you peck his lips “…and I’m your dashing husband” you go along with it

He pulls you in for another hug, almost bone crushing but you don’t care, your heart had never been fuller

“I love you so much” he presses a hard kiss to your temple, hand to the back of your head

“I love you too wifey” you tease gently, though in his state it’s literal, he’s now your wife and you’re now his husband, no take backsies “Now let’s get you to bed”

He nods into your neck, kissing it softly before allowing you to lead him through. Reaching the bed he sits on the edge while you push down the covers. He smiles at you and then your arse as you crawl over to your side, accidentally exposing it to him

You turn back and notice his stare “Enjoying yourself?” you ask, purposely lifting your arse up before yourself fall into your side

He nods shamelessly “Very much” he falls backwards, shifting around into the bed and letting you pull the covers up “You’re so good to me” 

You finish tucking him in and move forward so your chest touches his “What kind of husband would I be if I didn’t take good care of my hot wife?” you tap his nose

He chuckles so cutely at the gesture “I am the hottest wife” his words like a sigh as he pulls you into him, rolling you over onto your back so he can cuddle into you

His head settles on your chest

“That you are puppy” you wrap your arms around him, feeling his cheeks rise “And I’m the prettiest husband”

He looks up at you bobbing his head ever so slightly “You are the prettiest human in the whole world” he turn back to lay on your chest “And have the best boobs to sleep on”

You giggle as his head lifts up and his hand comes up to pat your boobs in order to get comfortable before he lays back down again. Arm slithering around your torso and within seconds he’s gone quiet

“Siri?” you lean forward "Siri?" you ask again then realise he's finally passed out, and is smiling like an idiot into your chest 

You gently rock him off and replace yourself with a pillow briefly. Briefly being the main word as you quickly slip out of bed and kneel down at his drawer. You take a deep breath before opening it, and sure thing there is a black velvet box tucked away in the back. 

You bite your lip, grasping bringing it into the light so you could see it clearer. Again you take a second before flicking it open with your thumbs, grinning so wide your nose scrunches up when you see the ring and your heart bounces around the room 

Come morning he wouldn’t remember much, only moments like you brushing his teeth and his head being between your legs, to which you would laugh at his brains priorities on the second.

You wouldn’t tell him that you already knew, nor that you had seen the ring and technically already agreed to be his wife…and, you guessed, husband as well. No. You would listen to the beautifully crafted speech by the lake, in your best outfit, from the man you loved and it would make you cry happy tears. And then he would ask that all important question. To which you, of course, would say yes

But for now you sat there, admiring the ring for a few a little while, before putting it back exactly where you found it and closing the drawer.

You were positively glowing as you made your way back into bed with Sirius once more. Replacing pillow with yourself and watching Sirius instantly cuddle back into you, humming as he does 

You hold him tightly and press a lingering kiss to his hair, then whisper

“Goodnight Siri. I love you and I can’t wait to officially be your future…” you giggle “…your future husband tomorrow”

Thank you for reading ♡

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[littlexscarletxwitch]

── ༊*·˚⋆ 𝗺𝗶𝘀𝘀𝘆

paring: florence pugh x fem!reader

tag(s): fluff, this was based on a true story, not the flo part but the baby fever part lol, establish relationship, baby talk, flo self doubting, r babbling but like in a cute type of way (?), also billie's mention :)

warning(s): idk is wanting to have kids a warning (lol), baby talk (?), grammatical error, unedited

word count: 1.3k

note: You wanna know what's crazy? I'm not sure if I want to be a mother, but like the baby fever sometimes kicks in, specially since I have two little brothers and I'm like a second mother to them (they actually have told me so). But I don't know... Anyway, I'm not native english speaker, so please let me know about any sort of mistake. Hope you all enjoy! Lots of love, M <3

requests are open! + check my rules here + masterlist <3

You remembered when all those new feelings had started: you were sitting across from her, getting lost in her forest green eyes, you didn't feel someone nudging your leg until that said someone screamed out at you. 

"Jesus, you scared me," you smiled at the little toddler as you heard Florence's chuckle. 

The little girl, who seemed to be only two years old, babbled some incomprehensible words at you. She only got cutter as you watched her face shift into a stern look. It appeared as she was trying to tell you something quite important. 

"Oh, yeah, it's fine. Don't worry about it," you played along, accepting what you thought was an apology. 

"Are you lost, little missy?" Florence said, getting her attention. 

The toddler just looked at her and broke into laughter, which caused Florence to smile at her. 

"What's so funny about me, huh? she playfully asked her, and the two year old just laughed even harder. 

"I think it's your voice," you chucked. 

"My voice is not funny," she pretended to be hurt, her hand clutching her chest.

"Well, it is to her," you couldn't hold your own laughter anymore as the tiny human kept on laughing.

“Oh, my God. She’s laughing at my voice.”

“Oh, thank goddess. You scared me to death, Charlie,” a young blonde woman said, getting closer to your table, and bringing the little girl to her chest once she was close enough. “I’m so sorry, she’s just learned how to walk and she likes it,” the woman joked. 

“It’s okay, no problem, we were just chatting,” Florence reassured her with a smile.

As if wanting to be part of the conversation Charlie bubbled out some words.

“She’s so cute,” you scrunched your nose at her, making her laugh. 

“Okay, say goodbye, Charlie,” Charlie’s mum moved her little hand around, waving at the two of you, as Charlie mumbled what you thought was a goodbye. 

“Bye, Charlie,” the both of you said, smiling at the two year old. 

[...]

Ever since that night you hadn’t stopped thinking about Charlie. Well, not Charlie actually, that would be creepy, but the idea of kids. Florence looked so happy the few seconds she shared with Charlie, you felt like your heart could jump out of your chest just by thinking of that night.

You had never thought about kids before that, sure, sometimes, but it was more like a second thought, like something far away from your reach, unlikely to ever happen. And after that night it became your only thought. 

You found yourself watching TikToks about babies doing baby stuff, or maybe when taking a walk your eyes would linger on those couples pushing a trolley. Sometimes you would even look online for baby clothes and every time you couldn't help but to think it was the cutest thing ever. It also didn’t help the fact that your hormones would kick in and they would intensify all these feelings up to a hundred.

Florence, of course, didn’t notice how much you wanted a baby until you started to show her every baby picture you could find, every video you had watched, every kid you pointed out when the two of you went out on dates. So she started counting all the times you brought up that subject, by the third week she had lost count. 

Now, there you were, lying on the couch, with your phone on your hand, scrolling down TikTok, watching videos of babies. She found it cute, fun even, because you wouldn't dare to actually spill the words out, too scared of what she would say. 

“Y/n, baby, is everything okay?” she broke the silence, taking a seat next to you.

“Yeah, I’m just on those days,” you mumbled.

Which was true, but it wasn’t the whole truth. You had craved a baby before, during and long after your period. It didn’t matter, it was a thought that would cross your mind all the time, nonstop. 

“Are you sure you’re okay? Do you want me to get you something?”

You nodded, “It’s just the hormones. You know how it is, the moodswing,” you chuckled.

“Are you watching those baby videos again?” she raised a brow at you, there was a tint of smug in her tone.

“Yeah…” you frowned. “Why?”

“Nothing, it’s just that you are always watching those,” she teased, wanting for you to finally come clean.

“I am?” you asked, pretending to be unaware of that fact. 

“Yes, missy,” she smiled at you. 

‘Missy’, it only reminded you of Charlie and it made the whole thing even worse. 

You huffed, “I guess I didn’t notice.”

“Y/n, is there something you want to talk about?”

“What’s there to talk about?” she could tell you were frustrated.

“Well, I’m not sure but—.”

“What's there to talk about, huh?” there was not a trace of anger in your words, it felt more like sadness.  “That I would like a mini you running around the house, chasing after Billie?” the dog raised her head, thinking you had called out to her. “Because yes I would love that.”

“Y/n, I—,” her smug attitude dropped to the floor as she realised that there was no turning back now. 

“I can’t stop thinking about Charlie, how soft and careful you were with her. You were on cloud nine, Flo, I could tell,” you sniffed, battling the tears. “And I want that… I want that for you and me, for us.”

“I understand, honey. I can see how much you want that,” she caressed your cheek. “But I’m not—.”

“No, please don’t say ‘but’. I can take a ‘maybe’, just not a ‘but’,” you eyes were filled with tears and Florence felt like her heart was going to break any second now. She hated to be the reason why you were crying.

“No, no, no, it’s not that I don’t want that. I do, I just don't want to be that kind of parent who’s always working, I don’t want to miss their first steps, their first words, I want to be there for them every step of the way,” she breathed out, as if she had been holding back for weeks. 

Which she actually had. Ever since she added two plus two and realised you actually wanted a baby, all these self doubt and anxiety and worry got a hold on her.

“Flo, please, I know we can make it work. I won’t let that happen, I promise. You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing,” you joked, making her chuckled. “Besides, you had Charlie giggling and all happy, I think you got this.”

“Charlie was with us for like three minutes at most,” Florence, playfully, rolled her eyes at you.

“Okay, you are right. But I know in my heart that you are going to be a great momma,” you grabbed her hands, taking them to your lips to kiss them. 

“Y/n…”

“I get it, Flor. It’s scary, we are talking about an actual human being—.”

“Y/n…”

“But if anyone can do this, then it’s us—.”

“Y/n…”

“We could watch some films, or maybe read some books. I bet my mum still has that book about being a first time mother—”.

“Y/n…”

“We can even take some classes, they teach you everything nowadays and—”.

“Y/n!” this time Florence shook your shoulders trying to get your attention. 

“Will you at least think about it? I know it’s a big decision and—”.

“Will you please let me talk?” she said with a tint of amusement.

“Right, sorry,” you smiled. 

“You had me at ‘You are not getting out of this whole motherhood thing’,” she smiled back.

“Does that mean…?” you left the question in the air, waiting for her to say it.

“Yeah, let’s make a baby. Shall we?” she asked, a grin formed on her face before she pecked your lips.

“Oh, my god!” you couldn't hold back your smile anymore. “Yes! Yes, we shall,” you threw yourself at her, leaving kisses all over her face. 

“Okay, then let’s get down to business,” she said in between chuckles. 

“Oh, you mean right now?”

“I thought you… I mean… if you don’t want to then—,” she was about to get up from the couch. 

“No!,” you yelled, making her laugh. “Come back here, you twat.”

Likes, comments and reblogs are appreciated! <3

-M

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[humanitys-strongest-bamf]

hi Kat, huge congrats on reaching 2K 💕 for the event, could I request a post-war Dadvi drabble where the happy family is living somewhere in Marley & celebrating Levi's birthday?

hi flo! :3 i rly want to commission someone to draw levi holding a baby in his lap now kjdskfj

Making a Fuss | 2K Follower Event | Post-War Dadvi Drabble

✧ word count ➼ < 800 ✧ notes ➼ post-war, fluff

The farmer's market was a bit more crowded today in terms of both vendors and buyers. Although most of the produce was sold earlier in the fall, there were still fruits and vegetables that had been harvested from the gardening that had occurred the year prior. A few years after the end of the Rumbling, the world was slowly getting pieced back together.

Walking from your house to the market and then through the market to the bakery was going to be a bit of a longer journey, so you were pushing Levi through the lineup of vendors as he sat in his wheelchair. It was ultimately for the best. Since he was seated, he was able to sit with your 7-month old in his lap, although your child was beginning to get restless from the amount of people around you. He wanted nothing more than to escape Levi's lap and crawl around, but Levi had a firm grip on him.

You had originally said that you were only wanting to pick up some vegetables and hang out at the bakery for the afternoon, but Levi wasn't dumb. It was too much of a coincidence that you had been this insistent on going out on his birthday. You had something planned.

His eyes went from staring at the bakery off in the distance down to your child that was busy babbling and tugging on his shirt. He had been fine as Levi occasionally distracted him by chatting with him or poking him, but it was clear that he was getting restless.

Levi heard you shuffling around behind him and you reached over his shoulder while holding a small plush shaped like a cat, handing it to your child to play with.

You ruffled your baby's jet black hair, which matched the hue of his father's. It hadn't thickened up enough for you to be able to style it yet, but you knew that your heart was going to melt as soon as you saw your baby wearing the same undercut as Levi.

Levi's nose immediately scrunched up as he gave his child a wary look the minute the teething toddler began gnawing at the plushie, very quickly covering part of the stuffed animal in his own slobber.

"Would you rather him be gnawing on his hands that have been touching every surface we've seen since leaving the house?"

The only response you heard from Levi was a gentle grunt as he acknowledged your comment.

You wheeled Levi and your baby over to a corner table on the outside porch of the bakery as soon as you arrived before walking inside to pick up the order that you had placed ahead of time.

You knew that Levi was not one to enjoy gifts, but you wanted to at least do something to celebrate. Plus, the three of you needed to get out of the house and go somewhere other than the teashop.

"No way," you uttered affectionately as you redirected your child's grabby hands away from the pastry cake you held in your hands. "I didn't even set this thing down yet."

While your child looked overly excited for the sugary treat that he technically wasn't even supposed to have yet, Levi held a skeptical expression, with one eyebrow raised higher than the other.

"Oh c'mon, it's like your first day off in what...two weeks?" you asked in an exasperated tone as you sat down. "I know you're very adamant about keeping the teashop together, but you should at least be allowed to celebrate your birthday."

"I've had days off."

You scoffed, clearly not believing him.

"Yeah, and you choose to spend them at the shop despite the fact that Gabi and Falco have been helping out."

"And leave the fate of the shop to those brats? Fuck no."

A scowl quickly appeared on your face as you visually berated him for cursing in front of your child, although you already knew that he didn't really care too much about that concept of not cursing in front of him.

He tightened his grip on his child that was getting increasingly fussy and turned him around to look into his eyes that matched yours in color.

"You have never made a fuss about your birthday, have you?" he asked with a serious expression. "Maybe you should have a chat with your mother."

You gently smacked Levi's shoulder with an annoyed, but also subtly amused look.

"He hasn't had a birthday yet, you dumbass."

You vaguely heard him scoff at your comment, amused at the fact that you cursed almost immediately after judging him for cursing within earshot of your baby.

"Just accept the 'happy birthday', you asshole."

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[kybercrystals94]

Exploration

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Febuwhump 2024 | Day 13 | Prompt 13: “You weren’t supposed to get hurt.”

Rated: G | Words: 1781 | Summary: An afternoon of exploring takes a slight turn. [Character Focus: Omega, Wrecker, Tech, Echo, Hunter]

“Please, Hunter!” Omega wheedles, trailing behind Hunter as he walks down the narrow corridor of the Marauder. He practically trips over her when he turns to search another shelf for his stash of migraine medication.

Hunter bites back the irritable tone that wants to coil around the words, “It isn’t really a good day to go exploring, Omega.”

“It’s never a good day,” Omega grumbles, crossing her arms and scowling holes into the durasteel floor. It’s times like this that she inadvertently gives her best imitation of Crosshair.

A deafening crash rattles the ship. Hunter winces against his sound sensitivity.

“Wrecker! I told you to be careful with that!”

“No, you just said to pull it out. That’s what I did!”

“I said to pull it out carefully.”

“You should speak up if it’s that important!”

Hunter sighs, looking down at the still pouting child at his side. “You know what,” he says, “I think it is the perfect day for you and the boys to go exploring.”

Omega’s head snaps up with a glowing smile. “Really?”

“Only if you promise to take Tech and Wrecker with you,” Hunter says.

“What about Echo?” Omega asks.

“Sure, if he wants to go along.”

“Don’t you want to go?”

The headache gnaws on his brain matter. “I’ll stay with the ship. Just in case.”

Omega gives him a playful salute before bounding away to inform her brothers of their impending exploration. Hunter watches her go fondly before resuming his search for his pain meds.

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“What is this flower called, Tech?” Omega asks, kneeling in front of a flower with curling, orange petals dotted in black speckles.

Tech kneels down next to her, scanning the plant. “This is an auratium flos,” he says. “It is known for its bitter aroma.”

Omega leans forward and sniffs. She makes a face. “Eww. I thought flowers were supposed to smell nice.”

“That is dependent on the purpose of the flower,” Tech says, standing up.

“Can I pick one?” Omega asks.

“I don’t know why you’d want to, but I suppose it is alright.”

Omega looks over at Wrecker, who is distracted by the large walking stick he found. “Wrecker, you should smell this flower. It’s called an auratium flos! It smells really good!”

Tech opens his mouth to contradict the obvious falsehood, but Echo elbows him.

Wrecker ambles over and allows Omega to hold the flower up to his nose. He takes a deep inhale before reeling back in disgust. “Ugh! You think that smells good?”

Omega squeals with laughter, delighted by her prank.

“You did that on purpose? Why you little…” Wrecker drops his stick to scoop Omega up and tickle her, sending her into gleeful hysterics.

Tech grins. “Ah, that was cleverly done,” he says to Echo.

“And to think you almost ruined it,” Echo chuckles.

Omega wiggles out of Wrecker’s grasp, climbing up onto his shoulder and perching there, an arm wrapped around his head. “Go that way,” she says, kicking out her foot to point.

“Yes, ma’am,” Wrecker says with a rumbling laugh. He retrieves his walking stick and they begin again down the trail they’d found through the jungle. Tech said it was a path regularly traversed by a species of deer, likely leading to a water source. They’d decided it was their mission to find the end of the trail.

As they walk, Omega points out everything that catches her interest, prompting Tech to offer his research or expertise on the subject. Wrecker uses his walking stick to whack at branches and vines that hinder their path, while Echo hangs back a few paces from his enthusiastic siblings, watching their backs and enjoying the sound of their endless chattering.

An hour into their trek and they hear the babbling sound of water tripping over stone.

“The water source!” Omega cries, pushing herself up to peer through the trees. She teeters dangerously on Wrecker’s shoulder, but before Echo can warn her to be careful, Wrecker reaches up to steady her.

“See anything, little captain?” the giant asks.

“No,” Omega says, “but it sounds close. We should be careful.”

Tech hums an affirmative sound. “As this planet is largely unoccupied, there are not any maps that give information on smaller geographical formations, such as streams.” The splicer edges his way to the front of the line. “I should lead until we determine its location.”

“Like a little stream could hurt me,” Wrecker grumbles, but doesn’t argue the point further.

They walk a few minutes more before Tech holds up his hand to sign them to stop. “Something is wrong,” he says.

“What do you mean?” Echo asks.

Tech turns. “Wrecker, if I may borrow your branch?”

“It’s a walking stick,” Wrecker says.

Tech rolls his eyes and holds out his hand. “Fine. Your walking stick.”

Wrecker relinquishes his treasure, and Tech holds it in both hands. He pokes around the ground in front of him. “Does the ground feel strange to you, Wrecker?”

“Like what?” Wrecker asks, bouncing a little to test the ground beneath his feet.

Suddenly, he and Omega drop from sight with a muffled, tangled scream.

Echo steps forward in alarm, but Tech holds out his hand for him to stop. “Don’t move!”

“What the kriff just happened? Where are they?” Echo demands, trying not to sound as panicked as he feels.

Tech lowers himself to the ground, lays flat on his stomach, and stretches out to look down the hole Wrecker and Omega disappeared into. “We are not on solid ground. We are on a tree canopy.”

“What?”

“It seems we inadvertently, and quite literally, walked off a cliff. The jungle is so dense, we didn’t notice that it was not solid ground beneath us, but the top of a tree. I noticed that the sound of the stream went from in front of us, to below us.”

“Where are Wrecker and Omega? Can you see them?”

Tech nods. “They appear unharmed.”

“Thank the maker,” Echo breathes.

“Indeed,” Tech agrees. He carefully pushes himself up. “Now we need to figure out a way to get down to the others.”

“Down? Shouldn’t we try to get them back up?”

“Inadvisable. The best course of action will be to join Wrecker and Omega on the forest floor and navigate a way back up the cliff.”

Echo sighs. “Fantastic.”

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“Are you okay, ‘Mega?” Wrecker asks.

Omega opens her eyes. She hadn’t even realized she’d squeezed them shut. “Um, my wrist hurts, but I’m okay.”

Wrecker scoots closer to her. “Let me see,” he says.

She sits up and holds out her throbbing wrist for his inspection. He takes it carefully in his large hands, prodding gently. She winces.

“Just a sprain,” Wrecker decides. He reaches into his pack and pulls out a strip of bandage. “We’ll make you a nice sling to rest it in.” He ties the ends together and slips it over Omega’s head, helping her cradle her injured limb in its fold.

“Wrecker, Omega, status report,” Tech’s voice says through Omega’s comm.

Omega unclips it from her belt with her good hand. “We’re here. I sprained my wrist, but we’re okay.”

“That is a better outcome than we could have hoped for under the circumstances. A fall such as that could have resulted in much worse,” Tech says.

Wrecker stands up slowly, as if expecting the ground to drop from under him again. Omega thinks it is a fair assumption. He prods at the ground experimentally with his boot. “The ground is really soft down here…that’s why it didn’t hurt when we landed on it, but at least it’s real this time.”

”Yes, it seems that you and Omega have found the jungle floor.”

“‘Found’ is a generous way of putting it,” Echo mutters in the background.

“Echo and I are formulating a plan to get down to you. From there, we will seek out a way to get back up to higher ground.”

“Roger that,” Omega says.

Wrecker helps Omega to her feet. She turns in a circle, taking in the dim surroundings. It isn’t exactly dark; however, the light only pierces through the awning of trees in thin shafts, illuminating little bits of the world around them in a golden glow. It’s almost magical.

“It’s beautiful down here,” Omega says.

“Look!” Wrecker points. “There’s the stream we were looking for!”

Omega grins. “I guess we finished our mission after all.”

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“I don’t like this plan,” Echo says.

Tech sighs. “So you’ve mentioned. Several times.”

”Why can’t we call Hunter? He could bring the Marauder and pull us all out of here.”

“You are suggesting we admit to Hunter that we quite literally walked off a cliff with a child in our care.”

“I’d rather he hear it from us than the two storytellers down there later,” Echo grouses.

A pause. “That is actually a very valid point.”

“I always make valid points.”

“Tech? Echo?” Omega’s voice pipes through their comms. “What’s taking so long?”

”We are considering our options,” Tech replies promptly.

“I think they’re just scared,” Wrecker’s voice taunts.

“Incorrect. We simply don’t have the appropriate gear for a direct plan. We have to work with the resources at our disposal.”

“Scaredy tookas,” Wrecker cackles.

“I’ll have you know that I actually have a plan, but it is Echo who is resistant,” Tech declares.

”Hey! I’m just trying to keep us from breaking our necks.”

“Well, can we hurry it up? Omega and I are starting to get hungry.”

“Let’s just call Hunter,” Echo pleads, eyeing the less than reliable contraption Tech had constructed.

“Fine,” Tech relents with a long sigh. “We’ll call Hunter.”

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“Do you want to explain to me again how you let Omega fall off a cliff?” Hunter asks.

Tech corrects him. “She did not technically fall off a cliff. She fell out of a tree.”

“That you didn’t know you had walked onto. And then let her fall through.”

“Correct. But in our defense, the tree’s canopy was mostly sturdy enough to withstand the weight of a normal sized clone. It was Wrecker and Omega’s combined weight that caused them to break through an otherwise admirable barrier.”

“I barely got hurt!” Omega adds helpfully.

“You weren’t supposed to get hurt at all,” Hunter sighs.

Omega pats Hunter on the arm. “We will be more careful on our next exploration.”

”That isn’t to say we weren’t being careful this time,” Tech puts in quickly.

Hunter swears that he and his siblings are magnets for trouble and danger, it seems to follow them at every turn. They always get lucky in the end.

But what will happen when that luck runs out?

END

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Chapter two— road trips and quiet mornings

Au Masterlist!!

“You are sure you packed everything?” Philippe asked rummaging through Florence’s diaper bag once again, his tone slightly panicked as he watch her begin packing her small duffle bag for her own clothes. “Yes Phil, we have everything, you checked twice already” She stopped in her tracks to get him to look at her for a sec, her hands squeezing his shoulders as she looked at his worried face, “we are only going two hours away from town, for three days, I’ll be at the Hughes house, we will be safe and fine” she gently patted his shoulder as he nodded. “Ethan, Mark, and I are going in one car, a safe car, and the others are taking Luke’s car” she reminded him, knowing that he trusted Mark’s driving enough for his daughter and best friend, “if we have any problems over the weekend I have your number, I will call, but I promise you we will be fine” she nodded slowly and pulled him into a hug as he hummed in agreement.

A knock on the door startled them out of their moment, “I'll go get that,” he said followed by a sigh as she squeezed him one more time, a smile danced on his lips as she ruffled his hair, pulling away from his touch She grabbed his hand before he could fully walk away, his gaze directing from their interlocked fingers up to her face, “when you’re done can you grab Flo from her crib so I can change her and get ready to get this show on the road?” She batted her lashes as he rolled his eyes and nodded. “You sound like a middle-aged man” He let go of her hand. a wide grin grew on her lips as she ushered him out of her bedroom, “I’m your favourite daddy, don’t lie!”

Phil ran downstairs quickly, and the silhouette of a man could be seen behind the door, “hey man” Phil gave the guy a tight-lipped smile as he opened the door to Mark who nodded quietly at him. “Is she ready to go?” “Just give her a few minutes to change Flo and finish packing” Phil let the sophomore into the house, an awkward tension between the two as Mark nodded once again. “No rush,” he said lowly as Phil made his way up the stairs to retrieve his daughter.

Florence whined as she leaned her forehead against her father's shoulder, tired tears rolling down her cheeks as Phil mumbled ‘sorrys’ to the little one, a sad smile on her face as she walked into her mom's room, “she was not happy getting up,” he said with a sad frown as he rocked her, his hand soothingly rubbing circles into her back. “She can sleep in the car” She smiled softly as she reached out to take Flo from his hold, Philippe taking a step away from her and clutching baby closer to his chest. “You can have her in a second, just let me hold her for a moment” he whispered into the crown of Florence's head, a grin on his face as he played with the short ginger curls growing on her head, placing one last kiss to her little nose before handing her over, “ okay you can have her now.” She smiled and took Flo right out of his grasp, “You’re a big softy” she said tauntingly as he handed her a clean diaper and a fresh change of clothes for her to put on the baby. “I am and I take pride in it” He grinned and took Flo’s bag down to the entranceway.

“Mark we need to chat,” Phil said as he got to the bottom step of the stairs, a stern look on his face as he placed the baby’s bag in marks hands. “You’ve given me the long speech a handful of times now, while drive I must remember that I have precious cargo on board, I know Phil” He leant up against the dorm frame, “I'm not gonna let anything happen to either of them, you have my word” sincerity lacing his tone as he watched Phil’s expression soften. “Good, that’s all I needed to hear”

Flo’s loud babbles could be heard as she and her mother walked down the stairs, small suitcase in hand and smiles on their faces as they saw Marl, “you guys ready?” “We are!” She said with a smile turning to Phil one last time and handing over Flo, “Give your daughter a kiss goodbye” she said as he gratefully took her into his arms, his other arm wrapping around her a pulling her into a hug as he kissed Flo’s cheek. “See you in a few days, tell Eddy I say hi,” he said pulling away from the woman and passing her baby back to her, a smile on his face as he looked to Mark and handed him the last suitcase. “Yes sir” Mark smiled and nodded, as he opened the front door to go and put the bags in the trunk of his car, while the woman put Flo in her car seat.

“How was the departure from Mama Lapointe?” Ethan said looking at Phil who was watching the woman set up Flo’s car seat and secure her into the car safely. She let out a huff as she finished buckling the baby in, “he was fine, he also says hello Ethan’s face broke out into a smile as he turned to look into the backseat of the car, his hand over his heart as “awe he thinks of me”

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“Oh my babies,” Ellen said as she swung the front door open, the young adults not even on the front porch yet as she smiles all at them, Jim’s attempt to get her to stop smothering them died down as Dylan ran straight into her arms and hugged her. Luke rolled his eyes and placed his bag on the ground as she pulled him to the next hug, swaying him back and forth, “Mom they’re not even your kids.” “I feed them on holidays, they text me for advice, I've done their laundry, they’re honorary Hughes” She grinned as she made Mark her next victim, hugging him tightly after fixing the stray hairs that fell into his face. “Suck it Hughesy,” Mark whispered over Ellen's shoulder as he tightly hugged her back, gaining laughter from everyone but Luke who rolled his eyes dramatically.

Ellen pulled the girl into a hug after she made her rounds with the boys a grin on her face as she looked down at the car seat with the sleeping baby, “Now pass me the baby before I crumble” “She’s going through that phase of not being able to get a full nights sleep, so I apologize if she’s cranky” the woman bent down and unbuckled Florence from her car seat, a tiny yawn leaving her lips and she handed the half-asleep baby off to Ellen. “God she looks just like you,” she said softly as Florence rested her chubby cheek against Ellen’s arm, her eyes shutting again as she got comfortable in Ellen's grasp, “why are the four of you still here, go away so she and I can catch up” Ellen looked up from the baby to the four boys who all softly smiled at the baby. Luke was the first one to pull out of the daze and back into reality, “God you don't hold back Mom,” he said in a sour tone as he grabbed his bags and headed back into the house, the rest of the boys following behind him, laughing at Mark as he carried his own bags along with the girls, struggling as the rest of them watched his agony.

A small smile worked her way onto the girl's lips as she watched him struggle, asking him a handful of times if she could take at least one bag from him, but she was met with a hard no each time she asked. Ellen looked at her son with knowing eyes, and then to Mark and the girl who was standing with flushed cheeks. Luke shrugged and turned his attention back to Mark who had now made it up the porch steps and into the front door.

“How’s being a mom?” Ellen said as they ventured to the empty living room. The girl took a seat in one of the armchairs, as Ellen cooed again over the sleeping baby, “It’s everything I expected it to be, but it's so worth it,” she grinned as she looked at her sleeping daughter. “I bet, the world's cutest baby and a billion babysitters” Ellen jokes as she nodded out to the backyard where the four boys stood with Jim, the barbecue going on as they joked around with one of another “Phil doesn’t let them do much babysitting” she grinned now pointing at Ethan and Duker who were pushing each other around, a fake argument going on as Jim, Mark, and Luke watched them begin to wrestle, “he says that they barely know how to handle a puck, they aren’t allowed to handle his baby,” her fingers doing air quotes as her brows raised at the statement. “Do you ever get tired of them using hockey analogies?” Ellen asked with a laugh, the face the young girl was making felt all too familiar, and watching as the young girl cringed. “Yes! Literally every conversation that doesn’t have to do with hockey they bring it up metaphorically” she exclaimed, “and it's literally all of them, it's like an epidemic” She grinned, knowing that someone finally felt her pain.

The older woman nodded as she felt the small baby wiggle in her hold, her eyes finally open  looking up at Ellen as she gave the woman a gummy smile, “So are you and Phil?” “That’s never been a thing and is never gonna be a thing” the young girl cut her question short as she shook her head, “he wants it to be, but it's not mutual,” she said with a sigh. The older woman nodded once again as she looked out the window at the boys, “I see, so Mark?” “That’s also not a thing,” she said with a tight-lipped smile looking at an unconvinced Ellen, “ “But you have mutual feelings?” Ellen questioned with a smirk as the girl flushed red and shook her head, her eyes landing once again on the boy who sat outside, beer now in his hand as he joked around with Ethan, a smile dancing on his face as he caught her looking at him and gave her a little wave. “Marks a really good friend.” 

“Honey I hear it all from the boys,” Ellen shook her head with a dry laugh, she stood up to hand the baby back to her mom, “I know how he feels about you, and I can clearly see how you feel” Flo babbled as she tangled her little hand in her mother's hair. “I don't know what they’ve been telling you but there’s nothing going on there, not now,” she took a moment to pause and fix Flo’s position in her arms “and probably not ever” “You said probably.” “Ellen I’m a walking complicated situation, I'm not going to pull him down with me,” she said with a sigh, clearly a little upset by the topic, Ellen nodded and patted the girl on the shoulder before heading into the kitchen to set the table for dinner.

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She’d spent the rest of the day in the garden with the boys, the four boys trading in their beers to watch Flo crawl around in the grass. Laughter chased her around as she’d crawl from boy to boy, each time she would successfully make it to one they’d lift her up and smother her with love and put her back in the grass. This was one of those moments that made it all worth the effort, all the hard days, the tears, the nights where Phil would be on roadies leaving her and Steve to fend off the crying and the teething that Flo was going through.

Now she sat upright against her bed frame, having a baby gave her the perks of not having to share a room with any of the boys. A room she had presumed was Quinn’s judging by all of the photos of him and his friends that littered the walls. Flo laid against her chest, nursing a bottle as she was lulled into comfort by the rise and fall of her mother's chest.

Dylan snuck into the room, a soft smile on his face as he knocked gently on the door, “want to watch a movie with us?” “Depends on which one…” “Wolf of Wall Street I think” he grinned, his cheeks turning a hue of pink, knowing that the girl was going to chirp them once again about this movie. “The four of you really need to let that crush on Margot Robbie go” she mused as she handed him the empty bottle to put on the dresser and she put Flo over her shoulder to burp her. “Never” he whispered as he grabbed a spit-up rag out of the diaper bag and passed it to her.

“So are you going to join us?” He asked once more while heading to the door. The girl pretended to think for a second and then broke out into a smile, “yeah just let me get her settled in her crib,” she motioned to the baby who now was laying on her back on the bed, ready to get changed into a fresh onesie and get into bed. “Sounds good,” he smiled back and walked out the door, freezing once he got out the door and turning around to the girls once more, “You want popcorn?” “Yes please”

“Okay little Miss Flo let's call your daddy and then get you in bed” She smiled as she grabbed a fresh diaper and a new set of pyjamas, she dialled Phil's number and put it on speaker on the bed next to the baby. It rand twice before he picked up, “Hey,” she said softly, “I'm just putting her down and thought you might wanna say goodnight,” she hit the face time button and waited as his face appeared on the screen. A pout rested on his lips as she smiled at him, a grin on her lips as she showed him the little Michigan onesie that Ellen gifted her earlier in the day.

“You’re never allowed to leave me here with these three again, I’m miserable” he whined as he watched his daughter kicking her little feet at the sound of his voice, a squeal erupting from her as her mother picked her up and placed her in her lap so Flo could see her dad. Flo’s lips wobbled as she tried to reach out for the phone, little fingers running over Phil's face as she cried, “I think she misses you just as much” “Don’t say stuff like that, I will drive the two hours there just to tuck her in.”

“The two of you will survive the next two nights,” the woman smiled and brought the phone back down from her face so Flo could see him one last time, “now say goodnight, she’s getting fussy.” “Night! Love you guys” He grinned as she brought the camera back up so he could see her face. “We love you too, now have fun with the boys,” she said as she placed the phone back down on the bed to place Flo in her travel crib, and tucked her in with the stuffed animal that Mark had given her when she was first born. She picked up the phone back up to show Florence tucked into bed, “I probably won’t, you two don't have too much fun without me” “We definitely will” she said with a grin and hung up before he could reply, she leant over the edge of the crib and placed one last kiss on her daughter's temple before heading to the upstairs den where all of the boys sat in front of the tv, the movie started and paused as they awaited her arrival.

She walked into the living room and frowned as she looked around at the lack of seating for her, her face unamused as she watched the boys fight over who was holding their shared popcorn bowl, “move over” she said with her mom's voice, sternly pointing for Ethan to move over. “Here there’s room next to me,” Mark said pushing up against the end of the couch to create more room for her. He offered her some popcorn as she squeezed in between Luke and him, a smile on his face as she shared her blanket with him, “see look at how nice Mark is to me,” she grinned as she leaned up against him. “That’s because he’s in love with you,” Dylan said in a sing-song voice, his eyebrows wiggling as his hands formed a Hearst shape. “Shut up” She threw the throw pillow in between her and Luke at him, “What you're not going to deny it?” She looked up at Mark as he shrugged with a smug look on his face. “Love is a strong word, but you know how I feel,” he said smoothly as he wrapped his arm around the back of the couch, behind her head and she rolled her eyes. “You never give up, do you?”

The movie started shortly after that, all of the boys growing quiet as soon as Ethan pressed play. They occasionally chirped each other as that movie went on, but all went quiet when Margot Robbie was on the screen, it was almost pathetic how the boys gawked at her. “Okay wait I kinda get the Margot Robbie hype” she mumbled up to Mark as the blonde on the screen shamelessly flirts with Leo’s character, Mark smiled as he looked at the woman under his arm, his brows raised as his gaze flickered between the woman on the screen and her suggestively. “Don’t look at me like that you perv, she’s just pretty” she whispered and smacked him in the chest.

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The girl awoke abruptly as the person she was laying on top of coughed, her eyes shooting open to see Mark's face just inches from hers, an innocent look on his face as the arms that wrapped around her waist tightened. She smiled for a second before it dawned on her, she struggled to get out of his hold, “don't,” he mumbled, his voice hoarse with sleep as she groaned and grabbed his face to force him awake “I have to get up, I need to get Flo” she said as his eyes slowly opened, registering the position they were in, the arms that were holding her down was now letting go of her to rub the sleep out of his eyes. “Oh okay,” he said as she got up off of him, and start top as she left the living room in search of her daughter, hoping that she slept through the night and wasn’t in need of her.

“Oh, hey Ethan,” she said looking at the boy who was snuggled in her bed with Florence on his chest, “why are you in my bed” “You looked too comfy to wake up, but I knew she was gonna need someone throughout the night” he smiled and patted the baby on the back as she babbled, teething rings in her hands as rested on Ethan. “You left me out there,” she whisper-yelled at the boy, her cheeks red with embarrassment. “You looked peaceful,” he shrugged, “and you were all snuggled up with Mark, didn’t want to ruin the moment” She flicked him in the middle of the forehead as she crossed her arms over her chest 

“Give me my daughter, now,” she said and pointed for him to leave, the smirk on his lips never faltered, she was giving him just the reaction he wanted. “Someone woke up on the wrong side of the couch” he taunted as he handed Florence over to her. A shirtless mark walked into the room and motioned for the boy to quit torturing her, “Ethan quit bothering her” “Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” She asked, confusion lacing her voice, she never understood how these boys just rid themselves of their shirts with no actual reason behind it, not that she was really complaining. “You guys are no fun” Ethan threw his hands up as he headed to his and Mark’s room.

The girl stood in place for a second, her hand gently rubbing daughter's back as she waited for the flush on her cheeks to disappear. She let out a quiet sigh as she searched her daughter's suitcase for an outfit for the day. Mark still stood in the doorway, her brows furrowed as she waited for him to leave, “Here you let me change her, and you can go make her a bottle” he said motioning for her to go, she stared at him for a sec before shaking her head and motioning for him to leave, “just let me help you” he said softly, waiting for her to either accept or get mad. “I really don’t need it Mark” She sighed and stopped her actions to properly look at him, her gaze was met with a soft expression as he motioned for her to hand the baby clothes over. “I know you don’t need it, but I'm offering,” he said, watching as she dug through her bag for her container of formula and a clean bottle, placing the clothes in the boy's hands as she headed to the kitchen, “see accepting help isn’t too hard” he called out as she walked down the hallway.

Mark finished changing her quickly, he now sat at the kitchen table, and Flo propped up on the edge of the table as he supported her up to make sure she didn’t fall. A smile on his face as he had a conversation with the baby, Flo giggled loudly as he squished her cheeks. The woman turned around as she finished making her daughter's bottle, an unreadable expression sat on her face as she watched the boy whisper to the baby who was erupting in a fit of laughs. “You like what you see?” Luke snuck up behind her watching as she watched Mark, his brows wiggling and his tone was laced with a taunting tone “Luke please not right now,” she mumbled as she tested the temperature of the milk on her wrist and made her way over to her daughter

She softly smiled as she stood in front of the pair, Flo now rested against his chest her little fingers intertwined in his hair as he gently spoke to her, “do you want to feed her?” The woman asked, extending the bottle to the boy with a light smile, “she looks a little too comfy in your arms to move.” “Like mother like daughter,” he said smugly making her face drop, Mark was notorious for ruining the moment. “You disgust me,” she mused, and he laughed and took the bottle from her grasp.

Flo lay contently in his hold, spit running down her chin as she drank, “Can you hand me the spit-up rag?” He asked, looking up at the woman who seemed in a daze, she blinked hard and nodded her head. “Here” she mumbled and passed him the cloth, returning back to watching him take care of her daughter, “thanks for your help,” she said just above a whisper as the rest of the boys migrated into the kitchen to make breakfast. “No need to thank me,” he tapped her on the thigh and smiled as she smiled back.

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I didn't proof read this, so it there are mistakes I'm not that sorry <3

#mylittlestlovesau!! #mark estapa #mark estapa x reader #mark estate fic #dad!mark estapa #umich imagine #umich hockey #umich lb #umich sophmores #umich blurbs #luke hughes #ethan edwards #dylan duke #philippe lapointe

[enmuswife3]

Genshin men crushing on you bc I say so

Characters involved: Diluc, Kaeya Venti, Childe, Zhongli, Thoma, Ayato, Itto, Gorou, Xiao, Kazuha, Albedo

Gender: not specified implied smut if you squint at Kaeyas

Diluc

Diluc? Crushing on someone? HA that will never happen….or will it?

At first diluc didn’t know that he had a crush on you until Adeline knocked some sense into him

A blushing MESS around u

If you a drunkie like his brother and venti he’ll tolerate you and maybe take you home if you get too tipsy

One time you were strolling through Mondstat at night when some one came up behind you and tried to steal some of your money

Luckily! The Dark Night Hero was there to save you! And that’s how you became one of the people that knew the Hero’s identity

It went a little like this

It was around 8pm when I finally finished my duties for the day. I put on my jacket and walked home I lived in a small village outside of Mondstat. I was walking along the walls when suddenly someone grabbed my wrist and slammed me against the brick wall. “Give me all of your valuables!” The drunk man yelled as he put a knife up to my neck but before it could draw any blood a black ish redish figure swooped in and knocked the drunk man out. I turned to see who saved me I realized that it was diluc! “So your the Dark Night Hero everyone has been gossiping about!” I squealed “yea it’s me but are you okay? He didn’t hurt you did he?” Diluc said worriedly. “Ah I’m fine! But if you would excuse me I want to go home and crash on my comfy bed I’ll be on my way!” I said as I picked up my things to leave “w-wait! Let me walk you home- I insist!” He babbled “hehe okay<3”

Kaeya!

Smooth mf

Flirts and teases you every chance he gets

But what made him fall for you even harder is when you would come back with even FLIRTIER COMMENTS AND WOULD TEASE HIM EVEN MORE

“Hey y/n has anyone ever told you how beautiful you are?” “No, has anyone ever told you how hot you are?”

The knight was to stunned to speak

Y’all end up hooking up sometime and when he first had a taste of you he was Fr addicted

🐱 put a spell on him he in a trance- Flo Millie

Drunk buddies!

You always end up paying for the 15 million drinks he had

He drunkly confessed his feelings for you while you were walking him home

It went like this

“Alright I’ll take him off your hands Master Diluc!” You said as you put Kaeya’s arm over your shoulder. “Please do” diluc sighed I chuckled and left the tavern we began walking down an alleyway when Kaeya suddenly stopped walking. “You okay Kae?” I asked worriedly then all of a sudden he pinned me to the brick wall and kissed me. When he broke the kiss he nuzzled into my neck and said “Archons I love you so much I’ve always have” “aww I love you too Kae” as we continued to walk to his house. By the time we got back he was dizzy and drunk off your kisses. “Stay……please?” He said as he looked up with his beautiful eyes “okay” I said as I kissed his forehead. <3

Venti

DRUNK BUDDIES

He would annoy you so much

But you’ll tolerate it

Follows you around it’s either just walking with you or stalking

He has to keep you away from mfs tryna confess their undying love for you

Prolly makes the wind push you towards his direction

Imagine your at good hunter tryna order a fisherman’s toast and next thing you know there a whole ass tornado pushing you away from Sara

“Welcome to Good Hunter! What can I get for you?” “Ah yes I would like one fisherman’s toast and a lemon water please” “alright that will be 300 mora” “okay! Let me just get my wallet- AAAAA”

Then you fall in Venti’s arms “oh! Hello y/n it seems that you have fallen for me~ ehe!” And your still in shockl cause a literal tornado snatched you off the ground

He also confessed while he was drunk at your house when you tried to get up

It went a lil like this

“Ven you shouldn’t be drinking this much! It’s bad for your health” I sighed as Venti slumped into my lap “ehe~ but if it gets me to position right now then I wouldn’t mind~” he burped. “Move so I can get up” I said as I shifted but Venti wouldn’t budge “Venti get up!” “No! I love you! Don’t leave me!” He wailed. Then you two just sat in awkward silence <3

Let’s be honest the only reason why you with him is because he needs a sparing buddy

So you guys would spar in the woods somewhere idk

Maybe at the golden house

But when you did a burst that he’s never seen before he took interest in you and kept you around

FEELINGS ARE DEVELOPING

FAMILY MAN

he realized that he was in love when you smiled at the little children and agreed to play with them

THE WAY YOU SMILE AT THE GROUND IT AINT HARD TO TELL YOU DONT KNOW OH OOH YOU DONT KNOW YOUR BEAUTIFUL - One Direction

I feel like he confessed accidentally while the two of you were sparing

Like you just look so hot fighting how can he NOT?

It went sum like this

“Heh your strong but not strong enough y/n!” The Harbinger chuckled “we’ll see about that!” I said as I got in my stance. I let attack me first obviously then I sliced his arm and caught him off guard and easily defeated him. “Damn that was kinda hot” he sight when he saw that my eyes widened he face turned red. “Uhm- did I say that out loud” he stuttered “yea” I said as I blushed “I guess the cats out of the bag!” He laughed

Zhongli

I’m writing him as a rich person idc what y’all say

Spoils you so damn much with fine jewelry and designer clothes

Takes you on nice dates n shii

“Here y/n a fur coat” “mister zhongli it’s the summer-“

Makes you tea and tells you stories

What made him intrigued by you was when you could remember every thing he told you about the past and you would even make little jokes with them and you both would laugh

It’s like an inside joke

You both jumped Childe when he summoned Osial (or whatever tf that water demons name is)

He does a more formal confession

Like he sits you down to drink some tea and eat some kind of sweet he made

He would butter you up with compliments but not to the point where you would suspect anything

Here’s how it went

“Y/n care to join me for some tea and sweets?” Zhongli said as he flashed a light smile “sure!” You pipe up and sit down beside him. You hours are on the tall like piece of rock with like a chair n stuff with a small table. “You look beautiful in that dress y/n” he smiled “thank you!” I blushed “can I tell you something?” “Of course you can tell me anything”. “Well I love you and l have for a long time now” zhongli said nervously he turned to look at you and started stuttering “it’s okay- if you- uhm- you know-“ then you cut him off with a kiss and he happily kissed back.

Thoma

Cooks and cleans for you

He so sweet omg

If you haven’t wifed him up already then what the actual fuck are you doing

U must be stupid

Are you stupid?

Yea your stupid

wife material tbh

He’s so sweet omg wait- did I say that twice? Idgaf he IS sweet😡

What made him fall for you was your ambition. The way that you were so devoted and loyal made him weak in the knees

He confessed out of fear because he thought you were gonna die or sum by the shogun

OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUUUU THAT U LIE WITHHHH AS THE ATTOM BOMB LOCKS IMNN OH GIRL ITS YOUUUUU I WATCH TV WITHHHH AS THE WORLDDDD CAVESSS INN-

Here’s how it went ig

“Thoma! We aren’t strong enough!” I yelled he looked over at me as his eyes widened but then I noticed the shogun teleport behind him getting ready to slice him! I quickly stand in between them and take the hit and fall to the ground “Ah m’ fine! I can s-still fight her ngh” I stuttered “you clearly aren’t come on I’ll take you back to the tea house” “No! I can fight let me get up-“ “listen I love you and you aren’t dying on me okay now cmon!” You went silent and followed his orders

You probably already knew he had a crush on you

Why?

THE MF LITERALLY RUNS AWAY FROM HIS DUTIES TO BE WITH YOU

mf has 20 stacks of paperwork 30 missed meetings and one disappointed sister LMAOO

buys you expensive shit just like zhongli

“Ayato it’s literally winter I don’t need a swimsuit” “who said it was for swimming?😏”

Mf Fr just bought you some lingerie

HE AINT SLICK

y’all are just fuck buddies atp

He confessed while y’all were making out while you had lingerie on that matched his color scheme

He Fr was weak in his knees when he saw you

Here’s how it went

“God your ethereal” he said as he kissed you “all for me~” you whimpered at his praises. It was dark outside and there were candles around the house so he must’ve known that you were coming literally. (lmaoo) “archons I love you so much” he moaned in my mouth “r-really!?!” I squeaked “of course berry I’ve always have” you nuzzled into his neck as he carried you into the bedroom and he plopped you on the bed.

Arataki Itto

Writing him as a not rich but has money man

Annoying asf but you tolerate him cause your used to it

Buys you little things cause he has bills to pay

You cheer him on when he’s in a fight beetle or fist fight

He loves you sm he can’t even put it into words

Kinda stupid

It’s giving himbo energy tbh

He didn’t even confess he just kissed you after winning a beetle fight

Went sum like this

“You can do it Itto!” You yelled and not even a second after saying that itto’s beetle pushed the other off the the little rock. The Oni jumped with joy and then ran over to you and picked you up and smashed his lips onto yours and you happily kissed back. “How bout’ I treat you for dinner?”

Gorou!

The bestest boy

Give him head pats NEOW 

Clingy asf but it’s adorable

Tail wags every time he sees you

“Aww your tail is wagging!” “WHAT NO ITS NOT BYE”

Likes to sit next to you in literally any occasion

Even if it’s on the damn floor he will plop down right beside you

Commander your supposed to be giving us a speech”

Kokomi confessed for him

He literally couldn’t do it poor bby would just get flustered every time

“Excuse me miss my friend over there likes you” *points to gorou* and he’s just starting in like a creepy way as his tail wags “Unt unt what’s wrong with him?” LMAOO

“Ms.Y/n could you turn your attention towards me please?” “Ah yes what can I do for you my lady?” “I just wanted you to know that gorou likes you~” “Ah I suspected something thank you for telling me” “my pleasure now if you excuse me I have some business to attend to”. I looked around in search of the commander but I couldn’t see him anywhere so I walked towards his quarters and found him sitting on a stool with his cute tail wagging rapidly. “Gorou” I said as he flinched “o-oh i- hi y/n I guess kokomi told you h-huh” “yea she did” I smiled “it’s okey if you don’t like me back I just wanted to got it off my-“. You kissed him ”chest” he breathed looking at you oh so lovingly “I like you too gorou”

Xiao

AWOOGA

I’m sorry he’s so fine I can’t 🧎🏽‍♀️

I’m on ALL FOURS FOR HIM

He didn’t really notice your presence at first

But when he saw you he instantly remembered you from the archon war

You were trying to escape a rock the geo archon hurdled at you lucky he missed you by an inch and you made it out alive

Now you were undercover disguise as a mere mortal

You kept your distance from him afraid that he might decide to finish you off once and for all 

He wanted to speak with you but every time he came near you would scurry off to hide in your little cottage 

Now you would just stay in there and get your sibling to go get you food or groceries so you can stay inside and avoid xiao

He bumped into you at the lantern rite and confessed there

“Cmon n/n I want you to go to the lantern rite with me” “but I don’t want to!” “I don’t care what you want now put on something presentable and let’s go.” “Fine. But you better get me some food” and now your here sitting on top of a cliff with your sister eating expensive food. Your sister excuses herself because she had to go to the bathroom. Then you see a green flash of light and now the adeptus xiao is standing right in front of you. You squeak as he turns towards you “please don’t run away I-i’m sorry for the pain I’ve caused you”

DAM I HAVE TO DO KAZUHA’S AND ALBEDO’S SEPARATELY

LINK

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[saintlike78]

Coffee dates and owed breakfast [J.H.]

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Pairings: Jim Hopper x fem!reader

Words: 2.5k

Summary: Liking Hopper wasn’t always easy when he seemed in such a hurry to leave

Warnings: NSFW 16+, vaginal sex, overstimulation, mention of cum and creampie, hurt/comfort. No s4 spoilers… story takes place during season 2.

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!Nsfw starts right away!

“Oh god, Hop,” you cried, squeezing his shoulders tight, nails creating crescent moon shapes on his damp skin.

“I know, honey… feels good, huh?” Hopper smirked, punctuating his point with a few hard thrusts that had your eyes rolling to the back of your skull.

You tried stuttering out an answer, but it was getting harder and harder to form a coherent thought or sentence when Hopper’s cock was hitting you just right, his pelvis hitting your clit with every thrust.

Jim chuckled, peppering kisses on your cheek and forehead, “already fucked dumb? If I had known how quick I could fuck every thought out of that pretty head of yours, we would have done this much sooner.”

He was so smug and if it hadn’t been for the static that roamed around your mind you would have rolled your eyes; but it was hard to do anything but moan and nod in agreement, cunt clenching around him.

It hadn’t been a surprise that he was just as smug in the bedroom as he was out of it, he just had that sort of energy about him - like he knew just how good he could make you feel.

It had been your decision to take it slow, of course. You knew about his previous endeavours and you had made it clear that that wasn’t really your thing and he had told you that he was beyond it, wanting to focus his time on you - well, the little time he seemed to have.

The flirting had been almost instantaneous from the moment you walked past the door of the prescient to sit yourself down next to Flo; Jim Hopper wanted to give you a proper Hawkins welcome, parking himself by your desk for one hour to tell you about the different sights - a lot of them diner related.

Flo had rolled her eyes the moment “let’s go grab a coffee and I can show you around,” slipped past Hopper’s smirking lips, shaking her head with a tired sigh.

“Couldn’t even wait a day, Hopper,” she had said the moment you were out of your chair to grab your coat. Hopper just shrugged and grumbled something at Flo before placing a hand on the small of your back and leading you out of the station with a satisfied grin.

One coffee date led to daily coffee dates which led to weekly dinners which led to movie nights which now led you here, under Hopper’s large frame, his cock making you see stars as it pounded into you at an unforgiving pace.

“Jim,” you whined. Goosebumps rose along your sweating body when he let out a loud groan, your cunt clenching down around him.

Just when you were about to cum his arm was under your back and he was slipping out as he turned you over, sitting himself against the headboard with you in his grasp. A loud disappointed whine slipped past your pouting lips.

He didn’t allow your disappointment to last long, instead replaced by a high-pitched moan as his thumb snaked between your bodies and landed on your aching clit. He only needed to rub a couple of circles before you could feel yourself getting close once again; as soon as he angled his hips up and pushed his thick cock into your dripping cunt you were cumming around him so hard your entire body was shaking as you collapsed on him.

“Holy fuck, sweetheart,” Hopper moaned, trying to thrust his hips up through your orgasm, but the way you were clenching around him made it insanely difficult.

You were shaking and babbling, fingers digging into his flesh as you found yourself unable to control the way your whole body spasmed from such an intense feeling. Hopper’s lips met yours in an open-mouthed breathy kiss, soaking up all the moans you let interrupt it. He forced his tongue into your mouth, using his hands on your body to move you up and down his length as soon as your cunt eased its grip on him.

“Hop… Hopper… sensitive… please,” you whimpered into his mouth, arms over his broad shoulders, trying to find anything to grip onto as leverage.

Hopper broke the kiss, smirking at the out-of-focus look in your eyes. Slowly he tucked you into him, guiding your face into the crook of his neck with a gentle hand on the back of your neck - a stark contrast to the way he was rutting up into you.

“Shh, I know, you poor thing. Just be good for me and take it,” he shushed, caressing the back of your neck with one hand and keeping you against him with the other arm around your back.

You breathed moans onto his neck, choking on a sob of his name as you tried to move your hips in time with his thrusts, but finding it difficult to keep up with him. So, you just laid against him like a rag doll, letting him use you like one to get himself off; the thought along with the deep gruff grunts and moans that left him and travelled right into your ear was enough to have you clenching around him again as you grew close once more.

“God damn, honey… cum all over this cock,” he grunted, squeezing the flesh on your back.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, Jim,” you sobbed, shaking in his hold yet again, feeling the warmth of your release travel all throughout your tensing body.

“Yeah, that’s it,” Hopper let out a deep moan, so pornographic it would have made you cum if you weren’t already in the middle of it.

You felt warmth fill up your clenching cunt, Hopper’s hips stilling only interrupted by a few shaky pumps into you. His big arms squeezed you tighter against him, forcing you to listen to the deep breathy moans he let out.

Your room was filled with heavy breaths and the orange light from the sunset outside. Hopper’s hands ran up and down your back, caressing you gently and easing you off his softening cock, feeling his sticky cum mixed with yours drip from your sensitive cunt and onto his lap.

“How you doing, sweet pea?” he whispered to you, pecking the side of your head so sweetly you couldn’t help the swarm of butterflies that crashed around your stomach.

“‘M okay… tired,” you murmured against him, letting him turn your head so that you could look up at him.

He hummed, letting his eyes drift shut for a moment, letting the blissful afterglow swarm around the two of you. A smile grazed your lips and you let out a sigh of contentment, leaving a small kiss on his shoulder.

“What are we having for breakfast tomorrow?” You hummed, playing with the hairs on his chest, but instantly stopped when you felt him tense and his eyes shoot open.

It was as if he suddenly remembered himself and remembered where he was because he was looking around frantically.

“Hop?” you asked carefully, gasping when he placed you ungracefully on the bed beside him, swinging his legs over the mattress in search of his scattered clothing.

He jumped into his boxers and uniform pants, searching the pocket for a wristwatch which he cursed at as soon as it was found.

A deflated feeling started creeping up your body as you watched him scramble around your room in a hurry - just from you mentioning breakfast. You slowly lifted the sheets up your body, covering your naked chest and shrinking in on yourself.

He was muttering to himself and you couldn’t help but feel like an idiot; of course, you weren’t different, it was stupid of you to even think you were… he got what he wanted and now he wasn’t even going to bother telling you that this was all he had come for, not the breakfast part.

He was fully dressed within a minute, but you just sat and watched him with your knees pulled up to your chest in defeat. After a moment of frantically searching for his things, he turned to you, eyes softening at the sad look on your face and the frown that tugged at your lips.

“I’m so sorry… but I really need to go, but I promise I’ll make it up to you, okay?” he said, walking over to you to smear a long kiss on your forehead.

You nodded slowly and replied in a timid voice, “it’s okay.”

From your tone, he could tell that it in fact was not, but you sounded more sad than angry which Hopper felt was a thousand times worse. He didn’t want to hurt you, but he couldn’t be late home again and no matter how much it pained him to hear your pained voice, the thought of El’s pained face one more time this week was enough to pull him away from your bed and halfway out the door.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, sweetheart,” he smiled, hoping that his smile was enough to reassure you.

You tried to smile back, but it didn’t quite reach your eyes, “yeah…”

Hopper sighed, feeling endlessly conflicted, but left in a hurry nonetheless leaving you alone in your bed with a small tear slipping down your face.

Because apparently you weren’t different and neither was he; you were just that lay that took a little extra time, a mission for him and a complete lie to you.

.

“I really thought he would be different… wishful thinking, I suppose,” you laughed to cover up the hurt that still resided in your chest.

Flo looked at you sympathetically, “I’m sorry, hun… you really never know what to expect from him.”

You hummed in agreement, looking down at the paperwork that needed organizing with a sigh.

You were trying to work, but you felt your entire body freeze when the all too familiar voice boomed through the station.

“Mornin’,” Hopper’s groggy morning voice carried through the room, with a few groggy voices answering him right back.

You didn’t know how to react. How would he want you to react? Pretend that it didn’t happen or turn around and quit on the spot so he wouldn’t have to look at you anymore. Internally you wished you could go back to the day before yesterday, when you were living in your own fantasy world, looking forward to the date with Hopper instead of standing a few feet away from him debating whether to quit your job, cry or scream at him for being the asshole you hoped he wasn’t.

A large hand on your shoulder caused you to jump, but you didn’t bother turning, knowing exactly who it was and not feeling particularly ready to look up at his face.

“Mornin’, sweetheart… come to my office?” he asked though he didn’t give you much of a choice when he placed a hand on the small of your back to lead the way to said office.

You kept your gaze down, truly afraid that you might cry if you looked at him. You stood in the middle of his office, wringing your hands nervously in front of you as you heard the door shut behind him.

You took in a deep breath before you finally willed yourself to look up at his face; he looked concerned, staring at your hands and reserved stance, not something he was used to seeing around him.

“Okay, you don’t have to say it and I totally get it, I won’t make a big deal out of this… I guess I just read a little more into things than you did and I know you never promised me anything and now you got what you wanted… so I’ll just say bye to Flo and I’ll never mention this again,” you rambled, moving to slip past him.

His hand curled around your arm before you were even halfway to the door, raising his eyebrows in question, “what are you talking about?”

“Well, I was just gonna pack up my desk,” you laughed nervously, looking down at his gentle hand that slipped down around your wrist.

“And why would you pack up your desk?” he questioned, tightening his grip on your arm, not to hurt you in any way, but to keep you there with him.

You looked up at him, stuttering on your words, “well, uhm… I just a-assumed I was fired.”

“Because you slept with me?” he asked in disbelief, to which you nodded.

“It would be easier to avoid me if I didn’t work here,” you shrugged, biting your bottom lip nervously.

“And why would I want to avoid you?” He asked almost offended, raising his brows.

You stared at him in disbelief, “you practically ran out yesterday as soon as I mentioned breakfast… I don’t think it’s too far off for me to assume that that was it,” your eyes dropped at the memory, looking down sadly.

With a tentative finger, he lifted your chin. An uncharacteristically unsure and sheepish look painted his features, but a hint of relief when you didn’t pull away from him.

“I would’ve loved to get breakfast with you… hell, we can get breakfast now if you’d like,” he pulled you the tiniest amount closer to him, gauging your reaction. When you didn’t move or say anything, he continued, “I’m really sorry I ran out and made it look the way it looked… but I promise you, I really like you and I didn’t want it to be a one-time thing, I wasn’t trying to get anything out of you.”

“… you just need to believe me when I say I really like you because I can’t tell you the reason I left… at least not yet, but I will!”

You looked up at him with a furrowed brow, “you can’t tell me?”

“No… if it was up to me I would, but it isn’t,” he sighed, looking down in defeat. He wanted to keep both you and El safe and the only way to do that was to leave you in the dark for the time being.

You hummed, taking in his expression with a careful eye, “would it have anything to do with your weekly trips to the lab with Joyce Byers?”

“Yes and I promise it’s really not up to me,” he swore, trying to look as earnest as he possibly could.

Your teeth tugged at your bottom lip as you surveyed his expression. Choosing to go against that little voice in your head that screamed at you to just leave and avoid all the complications, you chose instead to step closer to him and wrap your arms around his middle, much to his surprise. Only a short moment passed before he realized what was going on and his arms were around you, squeezing you close to him and pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“You promise you’ll tell me one day?” you murmured into his uniform-covered chest.

“I’ll tell you as soon as I can, sweet pea,” he promised, rubbing a slow hand over your back.

“So about that breakfast.”

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#jim hopper x reader #jim hopper fluff #jim hopper x y/n #jim hopper x you #jim hopper fanfic #jim hopper #stranger things fanfiction #stranger things s2 #julia’s sin posts

[kyanako5972]

OCgram 127 - Rinalei Liu

"I am Rinalei Liu. 42 years old. I was expecting prison to look very different. Or is this not an actual prison? Hm? Forgive? I wasn't asking for your opinion."

...

"I k**w th** w**'t br**g t*em ba*k, *ut a* l**st y**'ll n**er **rt a**o*e a*ai*."

(Babbling under the cut)

After Claire (my long-time darling), Rinalei was the second character I thought of for this batch. She's based on one of my other characters, but time-shifted to fit the year 127. Beta name was "Rina Legère", but I already have too many names ending with "n" and "a". And Irena already has the French sort of surname (Agita -> agité).

She's probably half Korang, half Changdi (flute), which is why her hair is silver. Silver, not old gray. (Go find the teenage Flo and Patrick Tempo elsewhere in my gallery. They also have silver hair.)

Her first name is most likely a portmanteau. I don't know if it's a widespread practice in the Philippines, but there are a few jokes floating around. Anyway, my fictional world has a whole family tree branch of portmanteaus (including my screen name, Philyra), so this should be fine.

The more I work on my characters, the more I think about how each one is the odd one out in their own way.

#ocgram #heartland of regrets #kyanako art

[darkkitty1208]

hiii i am boooreeed and i think you're are cool so i am asking you stuff :D (don't feel pressured to answer though)

who is your biggest celebrity crush of all? (is it ben?) and your male/female celebrity crush?

okay anygays no pressure but here are hugs because HUGS and if you don't want them here are some of my paper hearts *smiles shyly and hands you them*

(i feel like i am babbling i am totally babbling i am sorryyyyy)

Hi turtely!!

Ahhh, ya know it. Benny has been my absolute favourite since... well, for a very long time. Top of the list, definitely. And then there's Hiddles, and RDJ, and Johnny and Leo and... a lot more. I used to be in the Harry Potter fandom so Tom Felton and Daniel Radcliffe was a different phase 🤭

But female celebrities... *rubs hands together* Time to channel my inner gay. In no particular order:

FLORENCE PUGH. MY BEAUTIFUL GORGEOUS FLO FLO

Tessa Thompson. I'll be willingly dropping to my knees for her. 🧎‍♀️ (took too long for me to find that emoji)

Emma Watson (again, HP phase)

Evanna Lynch

Bonnie Wright

Zoë Kravitz (I mean... who doesn't?)

That probably didn't cover everything, but I'll give you mercy and end the list here.

And hugs!! I love hugs!! *hugs you back* I'd gladly accept the paper hearts, too <3

Thanks for the ask, lovely!

#ask #topsyturvy-turtely #celebrity crush

[fairytaleflo]

watching through all of D20: Fantasy High in honor of Junior Year. I’ve only seen Freshman Year so this will be fun

#Brennan talks so slow in this first ep #can’t wait to slowly hear him build to light speed #flo babbles #d20 #fantasy high

[fishstickfeind]

BE COMPLETELY HONEST!!!/non-theatening /being friendly

Who is a character from the Cars franchise that you didn’t expect to like but you are now a huge fan of?

For me I didn’t except to like Chick Hicks but now I’m a fan of him thanks to our calls on Discord and what I’d seen from this fandom!

NDNDKAJDJSKKS I’m glad to hear my uhm.. obsession interest in Chick Hicks has had some influence XD

Hhhhm I had to think about this for a bit! I know for a fact theres someone who I didn’t care much for but they grew on me but I can’t think of who…

Well, I’m gonna be honest here! (Tumblr please don’t kill me cause I know some of yall like her a lot) buttttt Sally. I don’t know if I’d say I’m a huge fan of her now but about a 6 on a scale of 1/10! I really liked her character, but the main reason is I built a strong bias against her because her gushing over Francesco in front of Lightning and behind Lightning’s back just did not sit well with me. I know all relationships have different bounderies and I fully respect that, but Lightning didn’t seem comfortable with it at all and I know if my partner started babbling about someone else infront of or behind me then I would gut myself and say adios to them really fast.

Same thing with Flo because she also babbled over Francesco while being with Ramone as well. If them and their partners are cool with it then go right ahead, but Lightning clearly not being okay with it just..put a bad feelin in my stomach, yknow? I still got some mixed feelings on her but for the sake of the show, my sanity, and not being gutted on tumblr, I’m tryin to put it in a not-so-dark light

I just want to say for the record, if you do like or love Sally at all, completely okay!! I’m not saying I hate her character or she deserves something bad or any of that, and I hold nothing against anyone that likes her. If you like her then go right ahead I will never stop you from that or hold a grudge or somethin!

#soo uh..yeah 😅 #a little nervous sayin this cause i dont know how people might react but might as well air it out fkdkskkf #artist-fan146 #very interesting question to answer though thank you!!

[bitchkay]

do you have any HCs for the kings? (we love dilfs)

Listen- don't get me started about the kings🤭🤭

Got me fully acting up😩✨✨

Akedia/Invidia/Voleri

NSFW headcanons for court of darkness~

Rating: Explicit(18+ mdni)

Listen-

When I first saw this man I immediately wanted to fuck him cus like--

im-

Look at him⁉️⁉️

No cus-

I would ride tf outta his abs bro.

He's so fucking buff I bet it's hard asf🤭🤭

Roc is so goddamn large and muscle-y he can definitely manhandle you into literally any position he wants with ease😳

I'm literally gonna cry

His dick is big.

It's so goddamn large

It's probably so heavy😶

10 inches.

3 thick.

I can't rn😖

All the kings have thick cocks.

That would literally destroy you.

Rahm Avari, step aside and STOP HOGGING ALL THAT DICK, THERE'S ENOUGH TO GO AROUND

Getting face fucked by Roc Avari is I think what we all deserve

The feminine urge to be bred by Roc Avari.

Shit Guy you want another brother⁉️⁉️👁👁

He'd slap his dick on your face as signal for you to suck it

He'd sit on his throne and have you kneel at his feet to suck on his cock

He'd hold your hair or the sides of your face and use your mouth as a fleshlight.

The sight of your face flushed and tears in your eyes as you gag on his dick only make him harder

He'd cum down your throat without warning

His hands are probably so big🤭

He'd make you suck on his fingers real good, get them nice and wet for him

He'd slip two thick fingers inside you and wouldn't stop until you're absolutely shaking

You'd cum and squirt all over his arm and bed but as long as you can still process coherent thoughts he's not done.

He'd scold you for making a mess knowing damn well he's the cause

He'd continue fingering you as you babble words or apology for ruining his sheets, you don't want him to be mad at you🥺

He loves when you make a mess and you know this but your tiny fucked out brain can only hear the words he spits at you

"Look at this mess.You think you deserve to cum after you've dirtied my sheets? Naughty, naughty [genderedterm]."

His voice laced with malice as stops his ministrations far too soon rubbing your sticky wet clit

He'd edge you of another orgasm until he feels you've apologized enough

Your babblings of 'please 'm sorry!' turn into 'thank you' as he finally lets you cum

Roc would be absolutely merciless

Imagine being one of his sons paramour(Guy, Aquia, Zev) and going to be introduced to him, and on only the second night in castle, getting whisked away to get fucked.

I'd give in, fuck them lil boys😈😈

I'd feel bad for only a split second before being stuffed full with Avarian king cock.

Shit he can fuck you better than any of them easily😩

Imagine going back to them the next day and having sex, you really would really start thinking about what it's like to fuck THE Roc Avari

Accidentally moaning his name during sex

Shit they may be his sons but the difference is GREAT

Scandal be damned get that dick WOOOO

Imagine being his side chick😩

Imagine getting treated better than the queen

Rahm Avari: being problematic

You:💃🏽 🎵I can get dick anytime I want,🎶💃🏽🕺🏽🎵 I can get dick anytime I want🎶🕺🏽💃🏽🎵

Being the kings personal fuck toy sounds like a good occupation😳

Living comfortable and with good dick

Sounds good to me🤨

I am nothing but a hole👁👁

He'd fuck you hard against the mattress pinning your arms behind your back, face buried in the pillow

He'd rearrange your guts for sure

Mashing inside you like he owns it he does

Fucking out his every frustration into your very pliant pussy

"Always ready for me are you~"

Gilbert Qelsum can ruin my life

Oh my god-

Mrs. Qelsum- Queen Qelsum if you will, stop hogging all that dick to yourself, no need to be greedy😁

he has a very menacing gaze it's very sexy

He almost always has this blank or bored face on, imagine what it would be like to suck his dick--

What's the status of his marriage?? I need to know if I have to feel bad being a homewrecker😗😗

He would love fucking against the wall but not just any wall, no yall fucking against a large floor to ceiling window.

His chambers would be way too high up in the castle for anyone to see or properly makeout what's happening but he'd still press your naked tits against the glass, fucking into you from behind, spitting mean words to you

"You enjoy being watched? Filthy. Look at how many people are in the garden, what a sight you must be."

You both know no ones actually watching or paying attention but you're so delirious and fuck drunk you fail to process this in your frazzled state

Though his marriage was political in nature, you're somehow Qelsums most well kept secret, especially from his wife

He'd fuck you on that very mattress he made each one of his kids on cumming in you just the same

If Toa cums a lot so does his father.

Hot messy creampies literally filling your pussy with as much cum as possible.

Cum rolling down your thighs as he fucks you from the back, ass up, head pinned down into the pillows.

I wanna hold his balls in my hands🥺

His balls are probably so big--

all nice and full of cum

Juggle them balls in my mouth, deep throat circus--

I'd suck the skin off his dick bro fr

I bet it's so fat and juicy🤤🤤

Gilberts cock is 9 inches long with 3 inches of girth.

All the kings have thick cocks😠‼

He'd force his cock down your throat, degrading you at every turn

Being face fucked by Gilbert Qelsum.

Getting BRED by Gilbert Qelsum👁👁

Imagine your Toas paramour, and he takes a rare interest in his son purely cus he's taken an interest to you

Toa's both reeling and suspicious cus this is the most words he's exchanged with his father like ever even more so seemingly about nothing???

While simultaneously you've started to become distant???

Ends up letting it go after talking to his mother but the gag is she doesn't know either

Toa's off your back and the queen doesn't pry leaving way too much wiggle room- like alarmingly much for you to continuously and merciless get fucked by King Gilbert Qelsum.

It's a miracle you've been able to get by this long

You've fucked anywhere and everywhere in the castle you could think of all seasoned with Gilberts degrading words

Seductive whispers in you ear about how much of a desperate whore you must be to actively pursue a married man —of royal lineage at that— when you yourself have a paramour probably waiting for you on the other side of the door

Balconies, the throne room even hallways, he's plowed you until you could barely walk

The shadows of the Castle at night became familiar to you

Maybe even as far as Toas room when he's away.

Toa had to have gotten the possessive gene from someone.

Absolutely without mercy he's stuffed his cock into you countless times without fail

"No one else but me can fuck your slutty pussy, isn't that right?"

Y'all know how I feel about him

Like son like slutty father

I'd slut myself tf out for Addis Ira.

Bounce my ass for Addis Ira.

My legs are already open.

He can do whatever he wants to me.

oh my god--

His dick is big, so fucking big😣😣

10.5 inches.

3 inches of girth.

All. Kings. Have. Thick. Cocks.😠‼

Oh my heart hurts

Addis Ira would fuck so rough so good😣

Addis pulls hair.

He looks like a hair puller.

Him gripping your head as he absolutely plows you from the back😵😵

Listen his wife's dead so I don't gotta worry about homewrecking😼😼

The only thing is Lance🤕🤕

Imagine having to pick between the man you love and his dad

The fact that it's a hard decision too--

Uhh let's pretend Lance dosen't exist for a moment okay😶

ANYWAY--

Big large man with big large cock😳😳

Yum😋

Being his personal fuck toy✅

Being tossed and fucked arround when ever he wants😩😩

I'd absolutely let this man rearrange my guts

He can fuck up my life all he want

Fuck the shitty father part HIS DICK IS SO BIG😩😩

oh my god--🤭

He would only give you access to chambers he resides in the castle so you can come in whenever he wants you and fuck you right then and there

Oh my god imagine being bent over his throne and fucked from behind🤭

He'd have your back in a perfect arch as your face is buried in the seat cushion

The clapping of your sex echoing throughout the throne room, your ass rippling upon contact

He'd grab and knead at your ass as he plows into you, the crack of a hard spank almost drowning out your moans, leaving a hand shaped mark in it's wake

He'd tug you up by your hair pushing you up against the backrest of regal throne

Without letting up he'd lean in on your ear and spit out how your being too fucking loud, while shoving two thick fingers in your mouth to quiet you down, you slobbering all over them

"Hush. Lest you want someone to intrude, be my guest."

He'd have you sit on his throne and hold your legs up toward your chest and absolutely fucking plow into you from the front, reeling at you crazed and fucked out you look

Oh my god- what if he tapped your mouth shut cus you couldn't be quiet🤭

The only things you're able to utter are hushed whines as your mouth was tapped shut, Addis continuing his pursuit fucking into your ruined pussy

Thoroughly stretched out on his big cock, you still burned for him

A sadistic smile creeped up to his lips as a stream of tears fell down your face loosening the edges of the tape around your lips

Your eyes cloudy and pleading silently begging him to finally make you cum, you were reaching your limits unable to hold yourself any longer

At his sharp command you let yourself go cumming and squirting all over him, Addis fucking you through your intense orgasm

I wont him :coochieheart:

I need him🥺🥺

I am but a hole

He'd be fucking merciless with his attentions

He'd fuck you in the same bed he used to fuck his wife and hold you to the same standard

He doesn't just fuck you rough only out of naked need to dominate but also cus he knows you can take it.

You're not made of glass.

"Cease your whining. You can take it, I know for a fact you can."

We're talking about Fenn's father here.

The one with 1000+ wives, who's pastimes are literally seducing people.

The one that came to the academy and immediately had bitches.

First of all, 1000+ wives???? ain't no way that's healthy so you already know dick has to be amazing

Man has idk a fucking harem and an uncountable amount of children, the dick literally has to be great.

And he on the search for more wives-- listen-

SLUT ALERT🚨 SLUT ALERT🚨

Look here's the idea😁😋

You're his favorite.

He knows he shouldn't have favorites but he can't help it

His time with you is always well spent

Of course the other ladies are jealous when they hear your screams and moans of delight through the thin castle walls but Louis-Ernest already adores the attention, it wouldn't change his mind

It's you time right now, he'll make time for the others… some other time

A vixen you are, always ready at his beck and call

So lovey, nice and wet just for him

He could never see himself being any type of possessive before you joined in on the fun

"Quiet down love… you'll make the others resent you~"

Though he wouldn't mind tarnishing your relationship with the other wives if it mean getting to fuck you whenever he pleases

He knows how thin these castle walls are but he doesn't care

He tells you to quiet down but the truth is he wants everyone to hear you, how you beg for him, scream for him, let everyone know who he's chosen.

He'd never vocalize this though

At least not explicitly

He'd groan against your sloppy cunt about how amazing you taste, how wet you are

He'd shield you in his canopy of hair as he fucks into you.

He'd never say so outright but it's clear he's taken favor to you

You've fucked anywhere he can get his hands on you

Shameless as he impales you against the door of his chambers unable to wait another moment to even go inside

The throne room in broad daylight seems to be his favorite, anyone can walk in or pass through only to be met with the sight of you messily bouncing on his cock sticky strings of cum between you as your skin parted

Sure he wouldn't say so but that doesn't mean he wouldn't lay his exhibitionistic claims on you under the guise of desperation

Don't expect things to end once he gets you pregnant 

You're simply glowing

How beautiful you look swollen with his offspring, another to add to the collection I guess with his track record

A losing battle with self control as he sucks your swollen breasts between his lips

Maybe he really is addicted to you, he thinks as he takes you pregnant in all

His infatuation isn't one sided tho, no

You wish you could fuck yourself on his cock more often than you already do if it was possible

You stopped caring for the others a long time ago, who were you to pass Louis-Ernest's oh so mesmerizing cock

All your dreams were filled with it

Not a moment goes by where your not absolutely cock drunk with this man

9.5 inches of pure meat.

2.5 inches of girth.

So veiny and thick, so juicy🤤🤤

ALL. KINGS. HAVE. THICK. COCKS.😠‼

There has to be some kind of enchantment on it for it it fill your every thought and desire

Dick can't be that good can it?

"Look how well you take me darling. So pretty on my cock like this~"

Of course I had to start with the shitty fathers

They had no right making these mfs super shitty but so fucking sexy- excuse me that's so not fair😠😠

😩😩When they abuse their childre-- that's a joke. Don't repeat that.

#roc avari #gilbert qelsum #addis ira #louis ernest luxure #court of darkness #headcanons #tw smut #voltage inc #smut #18+ minors dni #kay answers

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Storytime

Summary: After dinner, the kids are grumpy because they’re tired of the same old stories. Thiago video-calls Henderson, who helps Thiago tell the kids an original story.

Tags: @millythegoat, @alissonbecksfan234, @moomin279, @lfc-fanfiction

The next three days crept by as slowly as a snail. With most of their players either at the World Cup or at national friendlies, there were more staff than players at Kirkby at all times.

With less players in the Kirkby ground, Nemmer had decided to take a week-long break from cooking. This left Thiago as the head chef, something that everybody was currently divided on. The Spanish midfielder loved experimenting with his food, as his cinnamon-scallion fried chicken for Monday lunch could attest. But on Wednesday night, he gave everybody a pleasant surprise with his “Seafood Surprise” dumplings.

“This reminds me of my mother’s cooking,” said Kanchana, taking up another dumpling with her chopsticks. Even though she’d lived in Kirkby for a few months now, the Thai gardner still preferred to eat with chopsticks instead of a fork. “She’d make all kinds of dumplings, with all kinds of fillings. My favorites were the ones stuffed with shiitakes.”

“Shiitakes?” Klopp furrowed his brows. “What are shiitakes, Chan?”

Kanchana poured more sweet and sour sauce over her dumplings. “A kind of mushroom. And I remember once, we found jalapenos at the day market. Mother bought out the whole shop and made all those jalapenos into dumplings. They were so good, but now I don’t even like them. Lately all these spicy things are just blah to me.”

Florrie pushed away her plate and scrambled off her chair, running over to Thiago. “Thiagooo!”

“Yes, dulcita?” Thiago crooned, settling the young girl on his lap. “What is it?”

Florrie gazed at Thiago with large, glossy brown eyes. “Can you tell us a story please, Thiago?”

“Yes, please?” Kairo begged as well, clinging onto Thiago’s leg. “With sprinkles on top?”

One-year-olds Henrietta and Grace babbled as if in agreement, toddling to where Thiago sat and plopping down next to him.

Thiago hesitated, absentmindedly running his hands through Kairo’s curly hair. Of course he wanted to make the kids happy—and telling a story to them seemed a trifle considering some of the dares the fullbacks had challenged him to. There was one small issue, though.

Thiago Alcantara had never made up an original story. Not once in his entire life.

“Alright, alright…” Thiago wracked his brain for stories unrelated to his own reality. He found none. “Once upon a time, there lived three little pigs.”

“Heard that before,” Florrie muttered, pushing her hair out of her face.

Great, that’s the only one I know. Oh, I know another one! “Once upon a time, there lived twelve princesses.”

“That’s boring!” Kairo pouted, crossing his arms. “Tell us a new story, Thiago!”

Panicked, Thiago turned to Klopp. The German shrugged as if to say, you’re on your own, Thiago.

Thiago tried to persuade somebody else, anybody else, to tell the kids a story. But one by one, everybody left the table, leaving him alone with four toddlers under four years old.

“Thiagooo…” Florrie squirmed impatiently, tugging at his shirt.

Thiago groaned, digging in his pocket. “Alright, just one second dulcita.” 

Finally, he managed to find the object he was looking for. He took out his phone, and pressed a few buttons. Soon, a very familiar face appeared on the screen.

“Thiago! What are you doing, calling at this hour? It’s almost eleven.”

“Oh, sorry! I forgot the Qatar time zone.” Thiago’s voice dropped to a whisper as he bounced the kids on his legs. “Listen, Jordan, I need your help. I’m stuck with four kids, and I have to tell them an original story. But I have no idea how to tell a story.”

Thiago could hear Henderson’s eye-rolling all the way from Qatar. “That’s what you’re disturbing my sleep for, lad? You’ve got to be kidding me.”

“I know, I know. But please help me out. Flo’s giving me the sad eyes,” Thiago begged, turning the camera so Henderson could see Florrie’s expression.

Henderson sighed. “Okay, fine. But I’m only helping you, Thiago. I’m not telling the story for you.”

“Oh gracias, gracias a Dios!” Thiago set the phone on the table, lifting Henrietta and Grace onto his lap. “Look, kids! It’s Hendo!”

“Daddy!” Florrie cheered, smushing her nose to the phone screen. “Are you telling us a story?”

“Only helping your hopeless Tio Thiago here.” Henderson glared at the Spaniard, who just shrugged. And so the skipper began the story.

“Once upon a time there were three little—

“No!” Henrietta pouted, narrowing her little eyes into slits. Although she barely knew ten full words, “no” had been one of the earliest ones she’d learned to use.

“Oink, oink, oink.” Thiago tickled Henrietta’s nose to try and get her in the mood. “Oink, oink, oink.”

“NO!” Kairo groaned. He pried Thiago’s hand off Henrietta. “No pigs!”

“Ah, but these weren’t three little pigs,” said Henderson, raising an eyebrow. “They were three little…”

“Utensils!” Thiago held up some cutlery from the table.

“That’s right.” Henderson flashed Thiago a stealthy thumbs-up. “Three little utensils.”

“NO PIGGY!” Henrietta screamed for no reason whatsoever.

“Yes, no pigs.” Thiago made a mental note to ask Chelsea what crime pigs did to Henrietta before.

Henrietta sighed, and Thiago could only imagine how much she didn’t want to hear about pigs. He made a mental note to ask Salah if he’d been encouraging the toddler to observe Ramadan.

“Once upon a time, there lived a fork, a knife, and a spoon. Their names were Poker, Spear and Scooper. They lived in a flatware drawer with their friends. Every day they were taken out for meals, before getting a bath and returning to their drawer.

As you can imagine, they were all happy to be so useful. But there was one problem…Christmas dinner was coming up! And during Christmas dinner, Spear and Poker were always jealous of Scooper. Spear and Poker had to do a lot of cutting and poking and stabbing of hard things, like turkey and potatoes and fruitcake, while Scooper only had to do one thing: serve ice cream for the pie.”

Thiago took up the spoon as well as the fork and knife. Trying to hold all three at once, he resorted to putting the spoon on his nose while manipulating the other two like puppets.

“‘You always get easy stuff, Scooper!’ Spear complained one cold December’s day. ‘Like soup and pudding! All I have to do is cut, cut, cut!’

Poker said, ‘And all I have to do is poke, poke, poke!’

‘But you are Poker,’ Scooper argued. He glanced at his knife friend. ‘And you are Spear! We have to do our jobs, or the humans will have to eat Christmas dinner with their hands!’

But Spear didn’t like that. He groaned, saying, ‘Oh, how I wish I was a spoon so I wouldn’t have to work my butt off!’

‘But we don’t have butts!’ said Scooper. ‘We’re utensils!’

That made Poker sigh, leaning against a nut cup. ‘How I wish I was a human so I could get vacation!’

Florrie squinted in confusion, hair falling into her face. “Why weren’t there any other forks and knives? Then they could give Spear and Poker a break.”

Thiago sighed, ruffling Florrie’s hair. “I’ll explain.”

“Spear and Poker—especially Poker—were very disappointed. They couldn’t get a break, because their family liked using them as a Christmas tradition. This year would be the first time their baby ate from Poker, and Poker just knew the baby’s sharp little teeth would scratch his fine, lovely antique silver. Spear didn’t have it any better. The family would eat all kinds of foods: rosemary-roasted new potatoes, maple-glazed yams, fruitcakes with almonds and dried fruits stuffed in it, turkey, roast beef, ham—”

“NO PIGGY!” Henrietta screeched at the mention of ham.

Thiago almost choked on his beverage. How did one-year-old Henrietta know that ham came from pigs?

There was no doubting it. Salah had taught Henrietta about halal food, and Thiago was going to strangle him for causing all this trouble.

“--hamburgers, and shaved ice, which would be shaved at the table from a block of solid ice.

Spear and Poker shuddered at the thought of it all.

So they decided to leave. Not even stopping to pack a bag, they waited until they were in the sink, then jumped through the open window. They landed in the snow. It was freezing, but at least snow was soft, so their butts didn’t hurt.”

“I thought you said they didn’t have butts,” Kairo piped up from Thiago’s lap. “Either they have butts or not! GOOD ones!”

“PAPI!” Florrie yelled. “Thiago’s not letting Poker and Spear have good butts like yours!”

Milner came in, and Thiago wished the floor would open up into a sinkhole full of quicksand. The vice skipper only raised an eyebrow, leaving as soon as he’d came.

Thiago released a rush of air he didn’t know he’d been holding. “Let’s wrap this up already.”

“Unharmed, Poker and Spear tried to get out of the snow. But they were stuck! How would they get out?”

“No piggy!”

If Henrietta wasn’t a kid, Thiago would have slapped her already.

“YEAH, NO PIGGY MATE!” Robertson popped up from nowhere, munching a breakfast bagel.

Thiago wasted no time in slapping the Scot. “You’re eating a bacon and ham breakfast bagel!”

“Suddenly, they saw a silver shape in the moonlight. It was Scooper! She had seen them jumping out and had followed, ready to help!

With her spoon part, Scooper scooped the snow away from Poker and Spear. Then she carried them over the snow, through the bush and over the windowsill. Scooper was covered with frost and snow, nearly frozen by the time she dragged herself inside. She would have fell straight into the empty sink, if Poker and Spear hadn’t caught her with a napkin. From that day on, Poker and Spear never complained about their jobs again.

“So, kids!” Thiago grinned at the kids, trying to get them to smile, too. “What do you think?”

Kairo shook his head, facepalming. “Sorry, Thiago. It was horrible.”

Thiago flinched at the brutal honesty. He turned to Grace and Henrietta, hoping for a better review. No such luck—Henrietta wore a long frown, while Grace had long since fallen asleep.

“What do you think, Florrie?” Thiago silently begged for at least one good answer.

Florrie stared at Thiago as if he were crazy. “Don’t you see, Thiago”

Thiago shook his head. “No.”

Florrie dramatically sighed, pointing to his cell phone. “Daddy Hendo hung up on you since the beginning.”

#precious florrie #florrie oc #kairo oc #henrietta oc #grace oc #kanchana nguyen oc #chelsea o'hara oc #thiago alcantara #thiago #jordan henderson #liverpool fc #liverpool #liverpool men #lfc players #lfc #soccer fanfiction #soccer fanfiction by lynn #soccer #football imagine #football fanfic #football blurb #football #james milner #mo salah #mohamed salah #mona nemmer #andy robertson #andy robbo #andrew robertson #jurgen klopp

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Abo/Above/Aboves/Aboveself

Act/Acti/Acts/Actself

Ad/Admire/Admires/Admireself

Ador/Adore/Adore/Adoreself

Adorab/Adorable/Adorables/Adorableself

Adorb/Adorbs/Adorbs/Adorbseld

Ae/Aer/Aes/Aeself

Aft/After/After/Afterself

Aga/Agai/Again/Againselves

Ah/Ahah/Ahs/Ahself

Air/Air/Airs/Airself

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Ange/Angel/Angeli/Angelicself

Ant/Antsy/Ants/Antself

Art/Arts/Arts/Artself

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Bab/Babb/Babbles/Babbleself

Babie/Babie/Babies/Babieself

Bark/Barks/Barks/Barkself

Bam/Bang/Booms/Bangself

Be/Ber/Bey/Berself

Bea/Bead/Beads/Beadself

Bear/Bears/Bears/Bearself

Beau/Beauty/Beaus/Beauself

Beep/Beeps/Beepself

Ber/Berry/Berries/Berryself

BFF/BFF/BFFs/BFFself

Bink/Binki/Binkies/Binkieself

Bit/Bite/Bites/Biteself

Blank/Blankie/Blankies/Blankieself

Bloom/Bloom/Blooms/Bloomself

Blood/Blood/Bloods/Bloodself

Blu/Blush/Blusher/Blushies

Blub/Blubs/Blubs/Blubself

Blue/Blue/Blues/Blueself

Bon/Bons/Bons/Bonself

Bop/Bops/Bops/Bopself

Bott/Bottle/Bottles/Bottleself

Boun/Boun/Bounces/Bounceself

Bow/Bows/Bows/Bowself

Boy/Boyfie/Boyfie/Boyfieself

Boy/Boys/Boys/Boyself

Bri/Bright/Brights/Brightself

Bub/Bubbly/Bubbles/Bubbleself

Bug/Bugs/Bugger/Bugself

Bun/Buns/Buns/Bunself

Button/Buttons/Buttons/Buttonself

Buz/Buzz/Buzzes/Buzzself

Ca/Care/Cares/Careself

Ca/Cave/Caves/Caveself

Cak/Cake/Cakes/Cakeself

Cal/Calm/Calms/Calmself

Can/Candy/Candies/Candyselves

Car/Cartoo/Cartoons/Cartoonself

Cass/Cassette/Cassettes/Cassetteself

Cat/Cats/Cats/Catself

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[tardytothesimspardy]

Wasting Time

Don't worry Mary Lu, you're not going to get his shoulders by running on the treadmill

At this point, the Brokes are all moved in together, and I was just waiting on Pumpkin, Ruby's cat, to die of old age, since it was just a matter of days before she did.

In this time, Trigger managed to create a friend group of like-minded Sims to do teenage shenanigans with, which I was happy about.

Some of them acted less like they knew who Trigger was, and more like they saw a flyer reading "I want friends pls. Call number (###) ### ####", and wanted to see who would be so sad as to actual put something like that up.

For the most part, they all seem to get along well.

I would list their names but I genuinely do not remember whose name goes to who. I think there's Susan, Addylyn(?), Waylon, Jace? or some other J name, and then something else. Idk.

Outside of this, apparently now there are consequences for Vlad showing up unannounced to houses: Sims can get fears from it! And Skip just happened to be one of those Sims. Late at night, Skip woke with a start, absolutely terrified out of his mind. There wasn't a monster under his bed, there was a monster outside his house!! He raced over to Flo and babbled incoherently for a good 30 minutes before Flo was able to walk Skip back to his room and help him calm down.

Skip is now afraid of the dark, so he is sure to go to bed early so that he never has to think about it. (He thinks about it constantly, he is so scared)

As I mentioned in the beginning of this post, I was just waiting for Pumpkin to die. I was counting down the days, and all this death reminded me of another death: the untimely demise of Ali Warren. So I had Flo max out her gourmet cooking skill so she could make ambrosia to bring Ali back. She was cooking for hours, and now the fridge is stuffed to the brim with very fancy foods.

Finally though, she maxed it out, and got the potion of youth, the death flower, and the angelfish, and slapped down a plate of ambrosia. She invited Ali over, Ali ate it, and now she's not dead.

So then I went into manage households, put Ali back with Shawna and Demi, and somehow, in that tiny little blink of time, Pumpkin died. So I don't have screenshots or anything, just a bunch of depressed Sims.

And seeing as the Broke family are now where I wanted them to be, it's time to move onto the Newbie's and the Simovitch's.

#imagine making ambrosia in your spare time #but like that's exactly what flo did #she's weird #also i gave trigger's friend group a makeover so now i definitely don't remember who is who #ts4 #the sims 4 #simblr #the sims 4 gameplay #the sims 4 screenshots #the sims 4 legacy #sims 4 #ts4 gameplay #the brokes #images have alt text