#grandpa let me sit on his lap and drive with him when I was like 3

[ryuki-blogs]

Why am I looking at VAZ 2101s for sale? My grandpa sold his when I was 5 and I haven't recovered since.

#Zhiguli my beloved #it was light yellow and had a big green gem-like ball on the stick shift #I cried when we were saying goodbye to the car as the new owner took it #by that time he already had the Škoda Felicia I have another strong attachement to #but... this one #grandpa let me sit on his lap and drive with him when I was like 3 #like he would actually drive the car with toddler me on his knees clutching the steering wheel #kinda wild when I think about it now #but it was on the village dirt roads so it was fine #R cries about old cars at 2:45 am #spam

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Can I request reader being really sick and baby Yuji being really worried about her while Sukuna is trying to take care of her?

A/N: hope the ppl who voted for this in the poll are happy 😡😡 — i feel betrayed because yall didnt choose the other one

If someone who personally knew the three of you walked in right now, they would probably laugh at the current sight. Others would be surprised or confused. But little Yuuji was neither of those things. He was utterly adorably worried and concerned — for you. His little heart couldn't comprehend that you were only sick and would eventually recover. In other words, Yuuji is scared you'll die and never come back.

Then, who will tell him bedtime stories?

Then, who will kiss him goodnight and good morning?

Then, who will hold his hand while walking?

Then, who will coddle and pamper him?

Then, who will?

These were all questions Yuuji could not and would not like to answer.

But Sukuna — being way older than his brother — knew better, and he knew this was nothing too serious. But again, Yuuji couldn't comprehend that.

“Don't make me say it again, sweetheart. Now, open,” Sukuna held out the medicine for you to drink.

“Nuh uh,” you crossed your arms over your chest, backing up into the pillows behind you on the bed. You tried to stifle a cough, but you failed.

“I will pry open your mouth and shove this down your throat. Now, drink.”

You groaned, yet still obeyed. The fluid felt hot and cold simultaneously as you swallowed it.

Sukuna ruffled your hair, “See? Wasn't so bad, was it?” He retrieved the now empty cup from your hands and left the bedroom, probably walking to the kitchen to wash it, you assumed.

Yuuji turned to look at you with big glittery eyes. “I—I don't wan’ you to die. I don't wan’ you to go . . . like Grandpa.” Yuuji’s bottom lip trembled, he didn't want to cry — not in front of you, at least. He wanted to appear manly, brave, just like his brother.

You were quite taken aback at this, did he seriously think a cold could kill you? “Yuuji, come here,” you said, your tone soft.

Yuuji instantly crawled into bed — not without struggling a bit at first — and snuggled into your side, holding onto your hoodie with a white-knuckled grip.

“I will never ever leave you, Yuuji. So don't you worry your cute little head off about it, okay?” You booped him on the nose, emitting a squeal from the boy before he curled up impossibly closer to your body. You wiped away his tears.

“Y’know, I'm not going to die anytime soon. You can't get rid of me that easily.”

Yuuji fervently nodded, not fully believing you but still hopeful, nevertheless. “Yay!”

Yuuji was sad that you wouldn't be able to drive him to school that morning, but he knew you were tired. Plus, he overheard his older brother telling you that sleeping would be good for you, and the boy only wanted the best for you. So Yuuji accepted the fact, though still a little upset about it.

But when he came home from school, Yuuji ran straight to your side, where you were sitting on the couch.

“Y/N!” Yuuji jumped into your lap and gave you the biggest big bear hug a toddler could possibly give.

“Hi there, Yuuji,” you replied, before coughing. “Did you have fun at school?”

“Yeah! It was so fun.” You let him ramble and babble to you about his day, while running your fingers through his pink locks.

“That sounds like you had a really good day, Yuuji.”

“It would have been better if you were there with me, though,” Yuuji mumbled into your shirt.

You giggled at the boy, “Sorry about that, Yuuji.”

“‘tis okay!”

Yuuji snuggled into your sweater, enjoying the warmth from your body. He almost fell asleep from your massaging his scalp, but then he remembered something and gasped, jumping off of your lap.

You raised a brow, albeit not bothering to ask — your throat felt itchy. You unpaused the TV and continued watching your show. Halfway through, Sukuna decided to join you on the couch, pulling you into his side and resting your head on his shoulder.

“Feeling any better?”

“Sorta.” You coughed. “My throat kinda hurts, though.”

You rested your head on Sukuna's shoulder as the both of you watched the actors on the screen, occasionally making small talk here and there.

Minutes later, a screaming, hollering, laughing little Yuuji ran into the living room, making both your heads whip towards him.

“It is I! Dr. Yuuji Itadori! Don't worry, Y/N. I am here to help you not be . . . um, sick — anymore!” Yuuji climbed onto the couch and inserted himself in between you and Sukuna.

Yuuji was dressed in a white doctor’s coat, and had a stethoscope hanging around his neck. A toy thermometer was also in his hand.

Quickly discarding the thermometer, throwing it aside — onto a protesting Sukuna’s lap — Yuuji put the back of his palm against your forehead. And though he didn't understand what he was doing, he attempted to copy his brother, who he had seen frequently do that in order to check you for a fever.

Speaking of said brother, Sukuna got up from the couch and walked to the kitchen.

“Hmmmm!” Yuuji pulled a clipboard out of his pocket and messily scribbled down illegible words onto the sheet of paper. Then, he placed his clipboard down and grabbed ahold of his stethoscope, pressing it onto your heart and listening to it beat.

Out of the blue, a hand roughly pushed the doctor aside, and Yuuji fell off of the couch and onto the carpet. “Out of my way, pipsqueak. Y/N needs her medicine.”

“‘Kunaaaa,” Yuuji whined from the floor. “She was getting her check-up.”

You covered your mouth, muffling your giggles. “Yeah, babe. You interrupted Dr. Yuuji.”

Sukuna grimaced, scrunching up his face. “Doctor? Since when?”

“Since he was born, silly! Yuuji is a prodigy, isn't that right, sweetie?” You picked up the toddler and set him onto his lap, he immediately went to rub his face in your chest.

A muffled ‘yes’ came out from him, though he didn't even know what he was agreeing to.

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player 9

𝐝𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐫.: finally reuniting with your family after years of working abroad, your six year old nephew doesn't leave your side. he wants you to take him to school, he wants to do his homework with you, he wants to sit on your lap during meals, and he wants you to watch his football practice. how convenient that you're almost always alone on that stadium, and that his coach is just the most gorgeous man you've ever seen in your life. 𝐩𝐚𝐢𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠: jeong yunho x reader 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 5k 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: footballplayer!yunho, coach!yunho, whippedforhernephew'scoach!reader 𝐬𝐩𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬: gagging, semi-public sex, oral (m!receiving), creampie, unprotected sex

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: swearing 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬: is it soccer or football? football or rugby? either way, i'd let yunho demolish me in the locker room (or in the middle of the football field). :)

𝐃𝐢𝐬𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐫: 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐨𝐞𝐬 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐫𝐞𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐲 𝐰𝐚𝐲.

"it's called soccer, dumbass."

"no, it's called football, dumbass."

"you don't know what you're talking about." your brother rolls his eyes, then stuffs his mouth with the hotdog you had made for game night.

"there's a ball, and you kick it with your foot. what part of that seems to be the issue?"

"football is an entirely different sport-"

"oh give me a break-"

"god, it's like you both are sixteen again. is that just a natural thing? no matter how old you get you'll bicker like this all your life?" your mother complains, sipping her cucumber water and judging the calories on the table with a single eyebrow raise.

your brother's son, your nephew, laughs in your lap. you laugh with him, seeing the ketchup mess on his face and his sticky little fingers.

"and what are you laughing at, you little rascal? come here!"

the young man grabs the child from your lap, tickling the life out of him as a punishment for mocking his father. he playfully reaches towards you for help, and you do, tickling your own brother to make him stop.

"oh god, my white couch!"

"stop that, our daughter came back after many years apart and you care about the couch?" your father scolds his wife.

"it's not like that-"

"hush! is it 2:1? is it?! yes it is!" he jumps, spilling the beer all over the just mentioned couch.

"oh, heavens." her voice is light, and she looks like she is about to faint.

the four of you snicker, and silently cheer with another hot dog.

you forgot just how boring your town is. you do nothing but lay in your bed watching tv shows, walk to the local bakery, and drive your nephew to school. he is almost glued to you twenty four hours a day, and you don't mind. he is the squishiest thing ever, always listens to you, and helps you piss off your brother.

he doesn't have much of a mother figure in his life. your brother works a lot, and your parents are raising him. his mother died during birth, and even though they begged to save her and not the child, it was too late. your brother didn't want the baby at first. pushed it away, yelled at it, saying it took away his wife and his will to live. then, he started therapy. he started getting better, and started spending time with his child. your nephew has all the love he could possibly get, but your arrival changed him. he has become very attached to you; sneaking out of his room in the middle of the night just to sleep in your bed, making his kindergarten teacher call you mid playing just to tell you that he built a rocket out of clay, to only eating when he sits on your lap and you feed him.

much like this morning.

"auntie?" he mumbles between the waffle bites.

"yes, pumpkin?"

"will you watch me play soccer today?"

"it's football!" your brother calls from the living room. "you broke my kid."

"i didn't break him, i just passed him some of my IQ."

the man sticks his tongue out towards you, making his son giggle.

"don't you want grandpa to take you?" your father makes a disappointed face, teasing his grandchild.

"i want auntie to take me! and then you can meet my coach! and then you can see how cool our new jerseys are! we are only allowed to wear them at the stadium and not take them home because they are new. i really wanted to show it to you but coach wouldn't let me. he says i'd make it rip it as soon as i enter the house!"

"oh, how dare he!" you say, noticing your father's wink as a sign to support him.

"and sometimes he yells at me! but grandpa told me that he just means well, and that he only wants to teach me so i can be a great player like him! did you know that he is going to play the- the- oh no, what's it called again, grandpa?"

"the derby?"

"yes! that! he is going to play in a few weeks! he is so cool!"

he may not be able to feed himself, but instead of that, he can talk. all day long. and just sometimes, your ears become irritated. so you agree to drive him. you blast the music, muting his babbling from the back as he sits in his car seat. can anyone blame you? it's a two hour drive. you don't have the energy for it today.

you finally arrive, and after making sure you've locked your car and rolled the windows up, you finally let him lead you inside. you can barely keep up with him, he is too excited to see his friends. you see other women standing near the group of children, and you let go of your nephew's hand so you can greet them. after all, you'll be coming here quite often it seems.

"hi, just wanted to introduce myself."

"oh, the new stepmom?"

"what? no- i- what?" you're just as confused as them, and you look over to your nephew.

"oh, i'm so sorry! he keeps talking about his new mom and we just thought-"

his new mom? your confusion disappears when you see the little boy pointing his finger towards you, excitedly showing you off to his friends.

"no, no. i'm his aunt." you inform them.

before they get to say anything, the doors on the side of the stadium open, revealing a tall male wearing a jersey. you hear whispering behind you, maybe even a particularly long exhale, and you have to say that you agree with them.

the coach is stunning. he is drop dead gorgeous, and the more you look, the more self conscious you feel about your lazily picked outfit today. he is so tall and lean, his waist probably smaller than yours. his lips are plump and a pretty pink colour, and his hair a dirty blonde, almost a mullet. no wonder all the moms were dipped in makeup and dresses. you wore your brother's hoodie with his favorite football team logo on it, short leggings and zero makeup.

"hi, ladies." he greets, smiling at the group. he surely knows his impact.

his gaze stops on you, catching you red handed. you must've been staring at him weirdly, because he smiles wider your way, then finally lets the kids inside to change and get ready for the practice. all except...

"coach jeong! can my mom please come and watch me?"

"mom?" the coach is caught off guard, glancing your way.

"oh, no no, honey-" you try explaining. that man needs to know you're single.

"please?" the boy puts his palms together, and does his best puppy eyes to convince the man in front of him to let you in.

"well i- i guess. come in then." he holds the door open for you.

other women do not seem to take interest in going in and watching their children. instead, they greet the coach, then head over to the nearby café. your nephew tugs at your hand, smile so wide his eyes turn into half moons and he doesn't even see you.

"you little rascal." you scold him, ruffling his hair.

he runs off to the locker room, and you watch him drag the backpack that is almost bigger than him across the floor.

"well, this is an odd surprise. i didn't know he had a mother. not to be rude, of course."

"oh, i am not. i am his aunt." you finally explain.

"ah, so that's the case. i was wondering. you look so young."

he smells of freshly cut grass and a hint of manly sweat, mixed with some type of cologne. his face is clean shaven, giving you a chance to notice his sharp jawline as you walk together towards the football field.

"he is a gem, really. but, god, can he talk."

"i know. he got that one from me." you joke, knowing your nephew has outbursts of energy often.

yunho laughs, then opens another door for you. you finally step into the green field, nostrils immediately filling up with the pleasant smell of freshly mowed grass. you were never one for sports, but you gladly watched a game or two with your friends and now family. you wouldn't do it willingly on your own, you have more interesting things to do. but you don't hate it.

you also don't hate it when yunho places his hand on your lower back, guiding you towards the chairs where you've seen coaches and other member's of the team sit during matches. you thank heavens for the early winter sun and long sleeves, otherwise he would've seen the goosebumps from an innocent touch like that.

"have a seat. if they kick a ball in your direction, i'm sorry on their behalf."

"real comforting for my first live match, thanks."

the children run out on the field after changing, taking their positions on a white line in front of their coach. you study his moves, and needless to say, you find yourself squirming in the plastic chair quite soon. he is stern. he gives orders, guides them, and cares for them. you are turned on by something as simple as his yelling over the field. you never knew you could be so turned on by someone doing their job.

he starts the warmup, doing the squats and pushups with them. his arms aren't that big, but they are still muscular and decorated with bulging veins.

"coach, remember when you made us do pushups with your backpack on our back?" one of the older kids says.

"yeah, so? want another session?"

"no, no! i was just wondering if you could do the same." the rest of them start smirking, especially your nephew, and yunho scoffs.

"of course i can."

"but not with the backpack! with her on your back!" he points his little finger towards you, and you scoff.

"i don't think that's approp-"

"he can't do it," you accidentally interrupt, trying to save him.

he looks at you, one eyebrow cocked. you swear you could slip off the chair from the sudden rush of arousal.

"oh, really?" he asks, a smirk dancing on his lips.

"really." you decide to tease back, to see just how far it gets you.

"well why don't we try?"

he gets into the position, not even allowing you to decline. the team starts cheering, your nephew the loudest of them all.

"come on, now. sit on me."

you choke on your saliva. he smirks to himself, and you are ready to wipe it off. he likes teasing, doesn't he. little narcissist.

you walk over to him, purposely sitting on his back with force. but he holds, his wide back a comfortable seat. his arms start working his body. and your jaw drops at how easily he is doing the push ups with you on his back. the cheers get louder, seeing their coach effortlessly carry a person like that. he does a few more, just to show off, until you get off of him. your nephew runs over, hugging your leg and cheering for the handsome coach. yunho winks at you, then proceeds to train the boys.

your stops to the stadium become your new hobby. you sit on the same chair, watching the man teach the young ones, occasionally catching a glance or two from him, then arriving home and falling asleep mid day to the thoughts of his arms and voice. some days you fall asleep from simple thoughts, and some days you need a locked door and a buzzing device.

with each practice, he finds a way to somehow touch you. last time, he asked you to help him set up a new net on the goal frame. he couldn't "reach it", so he held you by your waist in the air while you secured it. if he can carry you around so easily, could he also carry you as he thrusts into you back in his office? or in the back of the-?

"guests! get up!" your mother knocks on the door, and you are quick to throw your gadget under your pillow, stopping the fantasies in your brain.

poor thing has been working non stop for the past few weeks, and still doesn't do a good enough job. sure, it gets you over the edge, but seeing yunho's slender fingers spin that ball so effortlessly when he is busy watching the kids play is just making it more complicated. not sure if on purpose, but lots of times he toys with the little hole on the ball that is there for inflating it. he circles it, slowly and carefully, eyes not leaving the green field. your eyes are locked on the ball and the middle finger rotating on the ball, mouth going dry as you almost feel that same finger circling your own hole.

"see? told you he's a gem." he interrupts your drooling one day.

"huh? oh, yes. absolutely." you catch a glimpse of your nephew celebrating victory.

you miss the way yunho bites his lip, hiding another smirk forming. he knows he has you wrapped around his finger, and he can almost smell the arousal off you. at first, he enjoyed teasing you for fun. but now? seeing that you've started showing up in short knitted winter dresses and knee high boots? it gets him going too. especially when you put those sunglasses on when you get in the car and help your nephew in his car seat, looking like a really hot young mom.

a mom he'd like to fuck all day every day in the back of the car after she drops her kids off at school.

"guests? who the hell is it?" you ask more yourself than your mother.

you throw on a sweater and the first pair of jeans you find, then check if you've put the vibrator away just in case a certain child decides to come in the room and snoop. it is securely locked in your drawer, along with a local newspaper cutout with yunho's figure on it, the jersey proudly stating his last name and his player number: nine. he looks dashing, so why not? you're not doing anything weird with it. just masturbating to it. no biggie. everyone does that.

it is a random wednesday and middle of the day. nobody familiar is coming to your mind when it comes to guests. but when you go downstairs and join your mother in the kitchen, you freeze. the big glass door to the patio is open, revealing the very coach you were just touching yourself to sitting on your favorite chair near the pool. your father hands him over a beer, like they do this every day.

"what is the coach doing here?"

"your brother invited him to wish him luck for the game next week." the woman simply explains, lining up the various cheese bites on toothpicks on the oval plate. "here, take this to your father while i grab a few more beers for them. for an athlete, you'd think he drinks less."

"mom!" you scold, in case he might have super hearing.

you carry the plate in one hand, while you use the other one to fix your hair. yunho is quick to notice you coming towards them, a smile forming on his lips as he examines you head to toe. you look cute in maroon and black, that oversized sweater hiding your waist from him. ever since he lifted you in the air that day to fix the net, he has been dreaming about holding that waist again. he wants to bite into it, leave purple marks all over it, kiss it and whatnot. you are just that addictive, and you didn't do anything but exist.

"hi, coach."

something about you calling him coach is setting his body on fire. it has the same effect on him as the word "daddy" or "sir" would have on someone else. he decides he enjoys hearing it from your lips. he hopes he'll get to hear it in a shape of a moan or gasp too.

"hi, my lovely assistant. did you know that your sister actually knows a thing or two about football?"

"soccer. and no, this dumbass right here?"

all three of you roll your eyes at his correction. yunho snickers, taking a sip of his beer.

"yes. she helps me set up the training ground and comes up with very interesting and actually beneficial stuff. the other day she even managed to score against our thirteen year old goalkeeper!"

you squint your eyes at the man, holding grudge for mocking you. he is half right, you did set up the training grounds for the kids. and you did score against the thirteen year old goalkeeper. go you!

"cheese?" you offer, stopping their little bullying session.

"why, thank you." he takes one, then continues his conversation about the upcoming game.

you run back to the kitchen, helping your mother with more drinks. you hear your nephew somewhere, and his quick and heavy footsteps.

"careful, i'm holding liquid!" you warn before he can bump into you.

you make your way towards the patio again, ready to secretly start flirting with his coach. you don't know how. you'll figure it out. only this time, he doesn't notice you coming, and stands up while still talking to your family. he doesn't hear you warn him over your nephew's loud and bad cover of the teenage mutant ninja turtles theme song, and walks straight into you, spilling the beverages all over his white t-shirt and your maroon sweater. you almost slip on the wet tiles, but his hands are quick to grab your waist and steady you. your body is pushed against his, soft breasts pressed against his own firm chest, your heart almost breaking through your ribcage and hitting his.

"shit, i'm so sorry." he finally lets go, then bends over to pick up the half empty cans of beer.

"oh, just leave it! i'll clean it up!" your voice is squeaky, hands still trembling from the interaction you just had.

his grasp is so firm, you want him to pick you up again just so you can feel that rush of lust one more time. the way his slender fingers pick up the pieces of glass from the floor shoots arrows to your core. a task so simple that it has you wondering if your brain is healthy for getting turned on by it.

"sweetie, will you go get coach yunho a new t-shirt so he can change? yunho, go with her, she will clean that up for you." your father offers, completely oblivious of your death glares.

the young man gladly accepts. he follows you quietly through the house, not yet speaking. you unlock your room, then let him in.

"ah, so this is what this door is? your nerdy little room. always wonder every time i come over."

you rummage through the pile of unironed clothes on the ironing desk in the corner of your room, trying to tell the difference from your brother's and father's plain white t-shirts.

"so you come here often?"

"not that often," he walks over to your nightstand, looking through the window above it, "they sometimes invite me for dinner or lunch as a thank you for training their grandson. say, why do you keep your room locked?"

you plug the iron into the socket, then wait for it to warm up as you turn to face him. his fingers are tracing the corner of the nightstand, somehow seductively.

"to keep my nephew from snooping." you laugh nervously, seeing how close his hand is to the forbidden drawer.

"right," he hums, nodding his head.

the iron makes a sound, notifying you that it is ready for use. you turn your back towards him, ironing the creases in the soft fabric. you hear him walk around the room, probably admiring your poor taste of room decorating when you were seventeen. you didn't manage to redecorate much, only bring in some things from your old home. like the very toy that is buzzing in his hand right now.

"interesting."

"god, give me that." your cheeks are flaming hot.

you hid today's pink pleasure, but forgot about the yesterday's one, also from an interrupted session. he holds the silver bullet vibrator in his hand, playing with the settings on it.

"give it back! it's dirty, how can you even touch it?"

"oh, so it's recently been to places? i don't know, looks pretty clean to me."

you reach for the shiny item, but he is quick to throw it in his other hand. he smiles, amused by your poor attempts at getting the gadget back.

"we can do this all day, or..." he points it towards you, like a magic wand, "you can show me the proper use of it."

your heart drops, and your stomach feels like a centipede is walking all over it. your mouth goes dry, and your eyes feel like they're going to jump out of the sockets.

"what?" you manage to say.

"show me how you use it." he simply says.

"you're crazy. here's your t-shirt." you grab it from the desk, avoiding eye contact with him.

you hear his wet one drop on the floor, and he reaches for the one in your hand. instead of grabbing the clothing item, he grabs your wrist, pulling your body into his bare one. you gasp, eyes looking up into his as his other hand snakes around your waist, vibrator still secure between his fingers.

"those jeans are driving me crazy." he admits in a whisper. "and looking at that bed, i can't stop imagining you using this on your dripping little cunt after coming back from my practice."

you hate that he is right, but you won't tell him that. ever.

"i have more attractive things to masturbate about." you whisper too, eyes dropping down on his pink lips.

"like what?"

"like that substitute coach from monday morning?"

"ah, so your little hole only clenches for song mingi? got it."

he lets go of you, throwing the vibrator on the bed. you gulp as you watch him wear the freshly ironed warm t-shirt, eyes running down to his v-line and defined abs. he is so damn hot.

"i should get back there. wouldn't want anyone to know how desperate you are for me." he winks.

"i'm not desperate!" you reach for a pillow, ready to aim it at that smirking face.

the next few days, you ask your father to take the boy to the practice. he is sad, but if you look at yunho one more time after a good training session, after his jersey starts sticking to his skin and reveals all his curves and hollows, after his sun kissed skin starts shining from sweat, and after his veins start bulging even more, you might drop on your knees at his feet and just take him in your mouth right there in the middle of the field. with nobody around, of course.

the derby is getting closer and closer, and you go to the practice one more time before it accompanying your father. you sit quietly as you watch him fidget in his usual spot. he doesn't yell today. he doesn't instruct. he doesn't do a warmup. he lets the kids play whatever they want, just shushing them when they start cussing and punishing them with burpees. he is nervous about the game, that you know.

"hey," you call after practice.

your father is busy helping his grandson change his footwear, while you busy yourself with comforting the coach.

"it'll be good. you'll win, i know it."

"our goalkeeper is kinda shit. he has been alcoholizing himself the past few days, too nervous about the derby. i'm afraid he is going to get some kind of poisoning, or that he'll show up drunk. or hung over. i don't care about the win at that point, our image will be destroyed."

you hum, looking over at the dark clouds approaching in the distance.

"get some sleep tonight. if you want, call me. i am known to put people to sleep with my talking."

he laughs, sincerely. nothing flirty this time. "will do, darling."

"i'll see you tomorrow then, coach. hopefully with a trophy in your hand."

the game went fabulously. they destroyed the other team, despite the goal keeper being a little hung over just how yunho predicted. they all cheer, your nephew is going crazy in the front row, and so are you. shiny confetti is flying everywhere, some of it landing on yunho's head. he is holding the trophy above his head, pure happiness on his face. he is cute.

the celebration continues in the decorated basketball hall, drinks and food already served and music already blasting. the audience is slowly leaving to join the team in proper celebration, and it takes almost half an hour for the place to properly empty before you can move. a few families stay behind, cleaning after everyone and collecting lost items to hand them over to the doorkeeper later. you and your mother stay to help, collecting all the confetti and food remains.

"miss! miss!"

you turn around, almost bumping into a woman. she holds a backpack in her hand, and hands it over to you.

"would you be a sugar and go give this to player nine in the locker room? their coach had to go and didn't have time to give this to him."

"but-"

"thank you so much! i've gotta run."

and indeed, she does run. your mother nudges you with her elbow, rushing you towards the stairs and to the entrance under the bleachers.

you do not know where you are going. the hallway is empty, and there are no signs on any doors. you almost reach the end, hopelessly dragging the heavy backpack with you. a door to a locker room is half opened, and you decide to knock. receiving no response, you carefully enter, the strong smell of body spray pinching your nose.

"coach?" you call.

he doesn't answer. you set the backpack on one of the benches, then make your way towards the other side of the room. a jersey is discarded on it, the number nine proudly facing up from the bench. you reach for it, feeling the fabric in your hand. he smells so good. not a strong scent, like the rest of them have. he is more of a soft vanilla mixed with slight sandalwood. you bury your nose in the fabric, surprised that even after sweating so much after the game, the jersey isn't smelly and wet.

two hands creep onto your waist, startling you and making you jump.

"i snooped through your things, so now you have to snoop through mine?" he teases.

you feel his naked wet chest press against your thin blouse, and a slight bulge in the back of your pants. he turns you around swiftly, allowing you to take a good look at him. he is fresh out of the shower, smelling absolutely heavenly. his hair is not yet dry, waterbeads sliding down his neck and collarbones and disappearing down his v-line into the towel he has so carefully wrapped around him. it hangs low on his hips, probably on purpose.

"aren't you going to congratulate me?"

"congratulations?"

"i was thinking about a different kind of congratulations. something like..." his finger pulls at the belt hoop of your pants, then lets it snap against your skin, "this."

"you have to play another match to get to that point," you tease.

"do i now?"

truth is, you wish for nothing more than to get down on your knees and have him twitch in your mouth. you so desperately need it. so you let your hand reach for his towel, easily undoing it and letting it fall on the floor. you don't look down just yet, eyes locked with his. yunho finally grabs your face by your jaw, pulling you in for a hot kiss. his tongue is quick to find yours, circling it and rubbing it all the right ways. your blouse doesn't get unbuttoned. ripping it open seems faster to yunho, firm hands shredding the fabric and letting buttons fly to the floor. you gasp at the action, and he is quick to place his hands on your breasts. you're thankful for wearing a decent bra today, not one of those you had as a teen.

"i'll have to see you wearing my jersey and bouncing on my cock one day after practice. think you could do that?"

"i think i very much could," you say, excitement running in your veins.

yunho sits on the bench, trying to pull you into his lap. you stop him, dropping down on your knees. a proper congratulations.

you take a moment to admire his length. he isn't thick, but he is very long. he feels hot under your fingers, eager to be taken cared of. your tongue gets a first taste of him, and soon after, you're struggling to take him in. he is too big for you, but the pleasure is too good for him to back away. he grabs your hair, pushing your head down to make you swallow as much of him as you can.

"yunho?"

you freeze around his cock, eyes going wide. you are hidden by a row of lockers, but only a few steps in and the whole situation would be visible to the poor intruder.

"keep going," yunho mumbles, caressing your cheek.

you slowly start swallowing him again, working your tongue around him.

"yes?" he says, masking his pleasure well.

"everyone is waiting for you, man. they already finished off that fruit tart you were waiting for!"

"let me just take a quick shower and i'll be right there."

"if you say so."

the door shuts, and yunho spares no time in ramming his cock into your mouth a few more times before pulling you off and picking you up. he slams you against the lockers, hands firm on your thighs. he manages to take off your pants, not bothering with the panties. he only pushes them aside, and not even bothering to stretch you out beforehand, carefully inserts his hot muscle inside of you. it is no use biting your hand down to hide the noises, his pace continiously ramming into the soft spot inside of you, making your eyes roll back.

"you'll have to be a bit more quiet, baby." he says, voice low and raspy.

you look at him, your body completely relaxed in his hands as you take every pump he has to offer. yunho looks at you as if he is trying to hypnotize you, with eyes so focused on your face, examining every single reaction you have to his moves.

"we wouldn't want anyone to interrupt again, would we?"

you shake your head, unable to speak. you can only moan, louder and louder, as your fingers desperately tug on his still damp hair. having had enough of your loud noises, yunho carries you to the bench, cock still buried deep inside of you. he lays you on the bench, then reaches over your head to grab something.

"open up for me," he instructs.

you do, and he gently places his jersey between your lips so it muffles your moans.

"good girl," he praises, then continues his moves.

the fabric in your mouth proves itself useful, successfully muffling the noises you make. not long after, you feel the pleasure building up in the bottom of your stomach.

"fuck, you're clenching so much, i'm going to cum soon," he hisses, hands desperately gripping your waist.

you look at him with pleading eyes, hoping he would take the message and make you cum too. he recognizes it, and brings his hand to his mouth, wetting his fingers. he then places them on your clit, rubbing the tense bud in ways that have your back arching from the bench, mentally begging him for release already.

"fuck-" he groans, speeding up.

you bite down on the fabric, focusing on reaching the sweet release, clenching your walls to help him reach his too. he moans, for the first time, throwing his head back as he fucks his seed into you, filling you up until you can't take it anymore and let it spill on the bench. the new warm sensation inside of you triggers your own orgasm, your hands reaching for his as you twitch, orgasm washing over your body in multiple ways.

yunho holds your hands above your head, pressing kisses along your exposed collarbones and neck, calming you as you get down from the high. it takes you a while to come back to your senses, feeling yunho's hair tickling your bare skin as he still peppers your skin with kisses.

he laughs fondly, seeing what a mess he made out of you. removing the jersey from your mouth, he wastes no time in kissing you properly, this time a bit softer than before.

you pull away, the cold air from the air conditioner finally hitting your bare skin and sweat, making you shiver.

"so..." you breathe out.

"so..." he repeats.

"when is your next match again?"

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To Constantly Be Away [Mini Verstappen Series]

Dad!Max Verstappen x Wife!Reader (Established Relationship)

Summary: Second race of the season and Max is already having a tough time with the car. Missing his family only makes it worse.

Warning(s): Fluff

A/N: I stayed up late watching qualifying and the race in Singapore while working on this, and took out my stress watching that on Mini Verstappen verse Max.

Words: 1.7k

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It had been a bad weekend for Max, the car wasn’t running right with the new upgrades that had been added. They were starting P10 in the race. Y/N couldn’t fly to Jeddah with Nico because she was on call through the weekend. Everything was just going horribly wrong.

“Max!” He heard Christian call him over. “I know that you’re not in the best spirits right now, but I need to make sure that you’re okay.”

Christian did occasionally still check in with him before races, but given that Max hadn’t felt like this since before Daniel had left Red Bull. It felt nice that Christian could still pick up on those things after all this time.

“Call Y/N if you have to, find a way to talk to her or Nico.” Christian laid a hand on Max’s arm. “I know you’ll feel better for it once you have.”

Max tried to manage a smile but just gave him a stiff nod at the end.

Y/N had texted him when she got out of helping one of her co-workers with an issue one hour after he was already at the track for the race. She let him know that Nico had been sitting in front of the TV all afternoon waiting for the race to start before ordering an early dinner. In the photo that she sent, he could see her laptop open to her work email, Nico on his spot on the couch hugging one of the throw pillows. It had made some of Max's nerves go away but he still needed to talk to her at least for a few minutes.

He tapped his fingers against the screen of his phone, looking at the photo of her and Nico napping in his and Y/N’s bed. He let his phone unlock before pulling up his contacts and pressing on Y/N’s name. He stared at it for a few seconds before putting his phone up to his ear.

“Hello?” He heard her voice.

Max let his shoulders deflate, “Mijn leeuwin?” He stammered out.

“Hey Maxy,” She didn’t call him that often, only when she thought he really needed the comfort.

“Hi,” He weakly replied.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” He choked out, trying to brush off the sound of concern in her voice. He didn’t want to make Y/N upset or let her know how horrible he was feeling about being in the car. There was nothing that she could do to make the car better for him to drive.

He didn’t want to be at the track without his family. It felt wrong. He knew that Nico and Y/N were watching at home, and were supporting him even if they couldn’t be there but he selfishly wanted them here.

He heard Y/N sigh over the phone, “Do you want to talk to Nico? He’s coloring in front of the TV.”

“No, it’s not that bad.” He let slip out. He didn’t want to alarm her about how he was feeling. Brad would be coming into his driver's room soon before the race and he just needed a few moments to collect himself.

“Can you tell me about him? Tell me what he’s doing.” He asked.

“Sure,” He didn’t know if she was doing anything for work at the moment. But he knew that if she was, she was putting it aside for a few moments to calm him down. He could imagine her sitting on the couch with the caramel cashmere Hermés blanket thrown over her legs that had been gifted to them after they had moved. He could feel some of the pain of his headache slowly seep away as Y/N talked about Nico seeing Christian on the TV asking when was the next time that he could see Grandpa and Grandma GG. Max couldn’t help the smile that broke out when remembering that Nico couldn’t pronounce Geri’s name. It always ended up sounding like Gewy. The more she talked the more Max felt like he was in the right headspace to get inside the car. 50 laps, media, and then once he got on the plane he would be on his way home to his family.

They had talked until Brad had come into Max’s room to help him get ready for the race. Max had begrudgingly said goodbye.

“I love you.” He heard from Y/N.

“Love you, Papa!” He heard Nico yell. “Good luck.”

“I love you too, both of you.” He said cradling the phone in his hand. “Be home soon.”

Max pulled the phone away from his ear, giving Brad a small nod. Ready to go out there and give the race his all.

As the race went on it wasn’t as bad as he thought it would be. It wasn’t great, the major issues with the car seemed to go away after qualifying luckily. It was running closer to what he was used to. Even with those issues, he had somehow managed to finish P3. It felt like a miracle given how the weekend had been going.

He avoided the press as much as he could until he had to go for his post-race press conference and talk to the other journalists.

Everything felt so draining today. Normally he would talk to the team, and try to figure things out with GP about what went wrong earlier in the weekend but he just wanted to go home. He knew it was the thing that would set his head right.

Once his car got to the private airport, the next four hours passed by rather slowly. It was too quiet on the plane, Nico wasn’t bothering the stewardess on board about snacks, and Y/N wasn’t carding her fingers through his hair while she aimlessly checked her phone. He would normally end up taking a nap throughout the flight. She would wake him up slowly. He would start to grumble that she woke him up before her laugh would kick in. It was the best sound that he could hear after a long day on the track.

The drive from the airport was taking too long. Once he got to the house, he pulled into the garage. It took him almost no time to get his bag, lock his car, and make his way through the side door before walking into the living room.

Max quietly closed the door. Given how late it was Nico was probably asleep. Y/N would let him stay up to watch the race but once it was over, podium or not Y/N would have Nico get ready for bed.

He placed his keys in the bowl by the door, quietly walking through the house that was still covered in half-unpacked boxes. He went downstairs, walking by Nico's room to see the light turned off. Max opened the door, the hall light showing Nico's empty bed and missing pillow. That could only mean one thing...

He quietly walked towards the master bedroom, pushing open the door that was half closed. The moon casting a shadow over the bed, to see Y/N and Nico asleep under the covers, his side of the bed, open and waiting for him.

Nico normally wasn’t allowed to sleep in here with him and Y/N. Unless he had a nightmare, Nico would sleep in his own bed. She probably made an exception tonight because she didn’t know when his flight was going to get in.

He moved to the foot of the bed to take off his shoes.

"Max?" He heard as he slipped his shoes off. Then left them at the foot of the bed, making a mental note to put them away in the morning.

He turned his head to see Y/N barely awake, leaning against the pillows. Max shrugged off his jacket before walking over to her.

"Hi, mijn leeuwin." He was quick to kiss her forehead.

Over the last month since the wedding, Max had stopped questioning how Y/N fit into his life. The way that she could accept everything that was going on with his schedule and Nico. She took it all with so much grace. He never knew that someone could.

“Hey.” She muttered.

“I’ll change and then be in bed.” He watched her slightly nod until she laid her head back against the pillow. Nico turned over and moved to curl up next to her.

He was quick to remove his shirt and took off the skinny jeans that he was wearing, his socks getting stuck in the denim before throwing all of it into the laundry basket in the bathroom. His feet tapped against the cold tile, the transition of the wood doing nothing to warm his feet.

Max pulled back the sheets from his side of the bed being careful not to wake Nico. He took off his watch, put it on his nightstand, and then climbed under the black sheets of the bed. Max turned over towards his son and wife, pulling them in closer. All of the stress from the race seeping out of him, finally feeling like himself again.

Not Mad Max, not Super Max. Just Max.

Max closed his eyes, just letting himself lay there for a few moments. Taking in the quiet sound of the house, Nico sleeping next to him, Y/N within arms reach. He reached over, lightly stroking her cheek. He looked over meeting her eyes in the dark. He could see her lips form the question, "Are you okay?"

He nodded back brushing his thumb over her cheek again seeing her eyes flutter closed.

It blew Max away sometimes that this was his life. That by the age of 27 he had a wife and a child. The WDCs were nice and they were things that he was happy he had achieved, but this right here was what mattered to him most. The people that he got to come home to after stressful weekends and hard-fought victories. This was what was important to him.

Max settled further into his pillow ready to let sleep take him when he felt short hair brush over his arm. He opened one eye to see Nico had moved his head to rest against his shoulder. Max kissed the side of his son’s head, finally letting sleep take him.

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[russellsppttemplates]

first father day for our boys!

Note: it's dad!driver, which we all love!

Charles Leclerc

"We don't want to wake up papa, right, my love?", you asked your son as you took him out of his bed, changing his diaper in the changing table, "and now you're going to tuck into mama's chest while I make us some breakfast", you wrapped him in the sling, grabbing your utensils and starting your baking.

When you had everything ready, you put it in a tray, balancing the tray and your son, "see? Papa drives really fast cars, but can he do what mama's doing? I don't think so, mon ange", you kissed the top of his head, walking inside the bedroom and seeing your shirtless husband resting his back against the headboard, "seems papa is not going to be surprised as he is up already", you scrunched your nose, setting the tray down on the bed so you could unwrap Hervé so he could go to Charles, "happy father's day, my love", you said as Hervé snuggled on his chest.

"Aren't you happy today?", Charles cooed as his son smiled up at him, "I really want to spend the day in bed with my two favourite people, if that's okay", your husband suggested, "and I smell some delicious pancakes, which is more the reason to stay inside", he smiled.

Sitting next to him, you snuggled to his side, the both of you looking at your baby boy, "you're the best papa, Charles, and we are both so lucky to have you in our lives", you whispered, rubbing your nose on his bicep, "I'm the lucky one, Y/N".

George Russell

"Hey, little love", George croaked out as Olivia crawled up to him, her hands going up to his face as she tapped his stubbly cheek, "isn't this a great morning greeting, hm? Seeing your gorgeous face right in the morning", your husband straightened up, propping himself against the pillows so he could sit Olivia on his lap.

"Mummy is doing something downstairs, isn't she? She always goes all out for these celebrations, and we love that very much, but she also loves to do those things alone, she likes having control over it", he smiled as his daughter grabbed his cheeks, "they're not as squishy as yours, buy they'll do apparently", he managed to say as Olivia pulled and pushed.

After waiting a little bit, George out on a t-shirt and walked downstairs with Olivia on his hip, finding his wife in her pyjamas, writing a card, "hello, handsome. Me and Liv are you a card", you smiled as you showed him the abstract drawing, "very artsy, that's for sure. So we are having breakfast and then going to my parents'?", he recalled, "yes. Your mother just texted me saying the surprise for your father if going in full swing, he doesn't suspect a thing", you smiled.

"Sounds like grandpa is going to love his surprise then", George cheered to Olivia, "all of the kids and grandkids in the same place".

Mick Schumacher

"When mama said she was surprising papa, she didn't account for you walking me up, did she?", Mick said as Aurora fussed in her cot beside the bed, making him pick her up so he coiled changed her diaper and grab her bottle, "she forgets that your our alarm clock these days", he chuckled as he walked downstairs, wanting to make it easier for you and not having you carry anything upstairs.

Pierre Gasly

"She's baking that cake I really like, isn't she? I bet you told her I was craving it, and that was our secret, miss Rora", he chuckled, crossing the corner and seeing Angie greet him excitedly before he heard your voice, "I knew you were up the minute Angie left me in the kitchen. This little bug was supposed to keep sleeping so you would be surprised", you pouted, hugging your husband's torso and kissing your daughter's cheek.

"I can go back upstairs if you want me to act surprised", Mick pointed to the stairs, "I'll just jump and pretend I didn't know you were baking my favourite, I'll even let out a small scr-", he chuckled out as you started tickling his stomach, "I'm perfectly fine with eating here. I have my girls, all three of them", he said as Angie laid by his feet, "best father's day ever".

"This is where papa used to race", Pierre spoke to Alexandre as he looked curiously around the track. Since his brothers also wanted to spend a fun father's day wirh their kids, who were a good bit older than your son, he rented out the karting track so they could spend their day together.

Lance Stroll

"And you will too one day, if that's something you'd like to do, join your cousins for races and battle for the first place", Pierre continued, "we might have to wait a while, I'm sure mama will wrap you in bubble wrap the minute you say something about karting and I'm going to be the one to hear about it the first time you have so much of a scratch".

"They're the duo you always imagined they would be, hm?", your sister in-law Charlotte said as you sat down at the tables, sipping on your coffees, "he's my son, and I know he loves me as I love him, but as soon as Pierre gets back or as soon as he sees him, it's gars competing with my husband for his attention", you smiled, "the fact that they're lookalikes also helps the whole thing, it's Pierre and his mini him, and he loves every second of it".

"I don't know if I ever told you, but when you were pregnant, he was so worried he wasn't going to be a good father because of his schedule, that you and Alexandre would resent him sooner rather than later. We told him he was so wrong, there was no way that would happen", Charlotte noted, "and it's true, look at him", you pointed at your husband who was adjusting Alexandre in a go kart with him as the baby sat on his lap, "the best papa".

"When mummy and I found out we were expecting you, I think that was one of the best days of my life", Lance told the little baby resting in his arms, big brown eyes looking up at his own and hanging on to every word he was saying, "the other ones are probably when I won my first race, when mummy and I started dating, and when we got married. The day you were born, though, that was another level of happiness and a bunch of other emotions", Lance gulped, "you made me a father, Addy, and I hope I'm doing my best because you and mummy deserve the world, the moon and the stars, and I'm trying to get them for you", he said as he snuggled her further into the blanket and on his chest.

The night was beautiful, nice temperature and clear sky so you could see the stars, shining beautifully. The plans weren't big, but neither of you liked big plans. A cabin for the weekend and the perfect environment to just chill out and enjoy family time.

"Here's your mug", you called, holding the two steaming mugs with tea and setting your husband's in the arm of the big garden sofa, "we're you two having a chat?", you asked, kissing Lance's lips and Addalynn's head, "is it a chat if it's just me doing the talking? Little miss is not very keen on sharing her opinion", he chuckled.

"She loves listening to you, I think she's fine with just that", you smiled, taking a sip from your mug and snuggling up to him, "did you like your first father's day, love?", you wondered, "I loved it, I spent it with my favourite girls, doing my favourite things", he smiled back, "there's nowhere o would rather be", he said before kissing your forehead.

Daniel Ricciardo

Daniel had been the one to make the plans for his first father's days: a picnic in the garden with his wife and daughter. They ate croissants they had baked in the morning and shared giggles and silly faces whilst enjoying the sun.

"I'm going to make a flower bracelet for you, little one", he explained as he gathered the flowers, "this is going to be a present for you, even though it will never come close to the best present I ever got from mummy, which is you, by the way, in case daddy wasn't clear", he chuckled, "so we begin with this one here, and we thread it through here", he kept showing her as you took in the sight.

Daniel was the best father to your little girl. There wasn't a moment where he didn't give his all for her, always there at her every need and encouraging her whenever she braved through in her explorer adventures, "That's right, that goes in your wrist. Clever girl!", he cooed, kissing her chubby cheeks.

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[kining-the-evil]

Hi

I was wondering if you could write a Random Drysdale x daughter reader??

Like Ransom took his toddler to a family dinner and while he was there she got really tired, so he picked her up and she fell asleep in his arms. The entire family is shocked that the spoiled playboy has a soft spot for his little girl because never in a million years did they think Ransom would be the one comforting a sleepy toddler.

Thank you

An: i have not written something for this blog in so fucking long. I hope you like this though!

Warnings: other then swearing there are none.

Ransom fucking hated family dinners. His family was full of pricks, and there were a million things he would rather do then spend his evening with them. But his grandfather wanted him there- or more that he wanted to see his daughter.

“Come on y/n! We’ve got to go!” Ransom called walking towards the little girls room. He found her sitting on the floor playing with a tea set. “Y/n, we need to leave or we will be late,” he sighed. She glanced up at him, a smile on her face.

“Ok daddy!” She jumped up, but instead of the door she ran to her bed and grabbed the small purple blanket she always wanted to take with her. He really did try to break the habit with you, but he didn’t ever fight it at family dinners. No point in making you more miserable.

“Come on,” he once again told her. She ran past him and towards the door, and once he opened the door she were quick to the car. He simply opens the back door and watched her climb into her car seat.

The drive was quick, and soon enough the pulled in front of the large house. His mom was standing out on the porch, a cigarette in her mouth. He pulled you out of the car before setting her down and letting her run towards the house.

“Hi Linda!” Y/n called out cheerful, and Random had to hold back his laughter.

“You need to teacher not to call me that,” his mother snapped at him, but he just pushed past her. “And you’re late!”

Ransom pushed the door open, and y/n quickly ran past him.

“Grandpa!” She squealed while running towards Harlan.

“Well hello there!” He didn’t lean down to her, but he did rub her back as she hugged his leg. “Nice to see you Ransom.” All Harlan received was a small grunt as Ransom pushed past him.

—————

“What are you laughing at asshole?” Walt snapped when he caught sight of Ransom’s smirk.

“Oh, nothing Walt. Just listening to your son get yelled at.” Ransom couldn’t help the smile as he watched the man’s face tern completely red.

“That’s unnecessary.” Joni cut in, glaring at Ransom.

“Your daughter is the one yelling at him!” Richard snapped at his daughter in law, which just launched everyone into another fight.

Ransom glanced beside him when he heard soft footsteps coming towards him. Y/n was next to him, her blanket pulled tightly to her face.

“I thought you were playing with Marta?” He asked, watching as she rubbed her face. She simply shook her head, and he could tell she was getting tired. “Come here,” he sighed as he picked her up. She quickly made herself comfortable on his lap, digging her face into his neck. He rubbed her back lightly, making sure she had He blanket.

He glanced up, noticing the quiet that had come over his family. All of them were staring at him. “What?” He grunted, staring right back.

“What the fuck was that?” Walt asked.

“What was What?”

“That,” Linda pointed to where y/n was sat.

“I picked my daughter up.” Ransom felt like he was missing something that everyone else was getting.

“I didn’t think you had it in you.” Ransom glared up at his mother before standing up while keeping y/n in his arms.

“That’s fair. You didn’t give me the best model,” he snapped before walking to leave. They all let him go, and the only person he stoped for was Harlan.

“Say bye to your grandfather,” he mumbled as he bumped y/n with his shoulder a bit. She turned her head, waving at him while mumbling a goodbye.

“Have a good night darling,” Harlan ruffled her hair a bit before letting the two leave.

“Assholes,” Ransom mumbled, causing y/n to look up.

“Assholes?”

“Don’t say that,” he sighed while putting her into her car seat. “Unless your talking about them. Then it’s ok.” He winked, causing her to giggle at him.

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[literaryfandomangel]

The Promise - Chapter Eight

"Get on," David commanded as I watched the other three men swing their legs over their bikes. I hesitated, wringing my hands. I was nervous as I hadn't ever ridden on a motorcycle before. 

"My bike," I whispered, also not wanting to leave my method of transportation on the Boardwalk all night long. Lord knows someone would steal it before the morning sun rose from the horizon. 

"One of us will take it to your house, darling," Paul winked, assuring me I would have my bike. I flushed at the attention but still hesitated to get onto the seat. I chewed at my lip, a little nervous. 

"I won't ride too fast, kitten," David promised, looking at me with those pale blue eyes. He knew why I didn't want to get onto his motorcycle. As if this man could read my thoughts. 

His assurance that he would be a safe and careful driver was enough to break the walls. I sucked in a deep breath, wondering if Mom would approve. But then I determined that Mom probably would. She'd tell me to leave my safe bubble and live a little. I walked over to the bike, swinging my leg over the seat. I pulled my messenger bag around my body to sit on my lap. 

"You will need to put your arms around my waist, darling," David commanded, not starting the bike yet. "We don't need you falling off," I blushed a brilliant crimson color at that information. 

Uncertain, I put my arms around his waist. It was a loose hold - I didn't feel comfortable touching them so familiarly, no matter the pull to know these four. David reached down and pulled me flush to his back. Heat bloomed in my cheeks and neck as I felt the same bubbling, tingly feeling while in contact with his body. The same as I had felt with Dwayne and Marko. I almost loosened my hold, but David kickstarted his bike. As he started to drive the bike, I tightened my grip on his waist. 

"Which way?" David asked as we sat at the light on the main street. I realized with a start he had no idea how to take me home. I felt like an idiot before telling him the directions. 

"Left here, then right on 3rd, then left on Fir," I told him. "There's a dirt road on Fir, which leads to my Grandpa's."

"That's the most I've heard you say yet," Paul winked at me, showing that he was teasing. I shook my head, a slight smile on my face. Paul liked to tease, which showed that he never did it with malicious intent, at least towards me. I rolled my eyes at him before David began to drive. He followed my directions to the farm. 

Due to the colder wind and my tiredness, I lowered my face between his shoulder blades. I yawned. Too many sleepless nights were catching up on me as my eyelids began drooping. 

"Don't sleep yet, kitten," David shouted over the wind and the sound of the other's engines. I let out a whine of protest but remained on the precipice of sleep. Finally, we pulled into the driveway, though I wasn't sure if I wanted the night to end yet. 

"C'mon baby," Dwayne cajoled, helping me off the back of David's bike. I stumbled, yawning. I was bone tired, and my legs felt like jello, unstable and shaking. "I got you."

Dwayne lifted me into his arms, bridal style, to carry me to the house. I heard the screen door creak open as Dwayne crunched dirt and wood chips beneath his leather boots. I could only yawn and curl my head into his leather jacket. He smelled nice, I thought, dozing off in his arms. 

"She's just tired," I heard Dwayne tell my Mom by the rumble in his chest. She gasped when she saw him holding me, thinking the worst. 

"Oh, come in," my Mom exclaimed, holding open the door. "All of you can come in. Thank you so much for bringing her home."

"No problem," I heard Paul's teasing voice tell my Mom. In my mind, I could picture him winking and smiling at my mother. 

"Come this way," my mother guided Dwayne through the house and up the stairs to my room. I heard the bedcovers rustle as they were pulled down, and then my back hit the soft mattress. 

"Baby," I heard Dwayne rumble, trying to uncurl my fingers from his jacket. "Come on, let go." I just mumbled something, shaking my head. 

"Let her have it," I heard Marko hiss before I fell asleep. 

The following day, I groaned as I woke up to the sunlight streaming through my thin curtains. My entire room was illuminated with the glow of the California sun. I whined, trying to hide my head underneath the covers to escape the daytime. But I felt a stiff, cool material instead of my soft coverlet. 

I bolted upright, not sure what was with me in my bed. All vestiges of sleep were gone as my heart pounded. Once I blinked the sleep from my eyes, I realized that the strange item in my bed was Dwayne's jacket. I pulled the coat closer to my body, cheeks reddening in embarrassment as I realized I hadn't let go. 

I let my fingers stroke over the worn material in reverence as I remembered Dwayne's arms carrying me into the house and bringing me to my bedroom. I giggled a little as I held his jacket, burying my face into the material. I melted as I smelled the scent that clung to him last night. Tobacco, salt, copper, iron, cinnamon, and some weird underlying sweetness that I couldn't quite figure out. I waited a moment, then buried my head in the jacket, trying to figure out what that sweet smell was, but alas, the scent eluded my identification. 

"Get up!" Sam pounded on my door like the overprotective dweeb he was. I sighed, getting out of bed. That's when I realized someone had removed my jeans and shoes last night before I was put into bed. I blushed, wondering if it was my Mom or if it had been one of the men. I was also mortified because it meant that someone had seen my body - they saw the fat rolling off of my bones. 

I rushed to the bathroom, locking the door to prevent Sam's access from his bedroom. I turned on the shower and washed off. I took care of my hair, actually adding in conditioner. The salty air and sun was beginning to take its toll. When I finished showering, I unlocked the door to Sam's side and returned to my room. 

I wrapped the towel carefully around my body as I perused my closet. I didn't have a lot of choices, but I decided to make an effort. I would return to the Boardwalk tonight to give Dwayne his jacket. Therefore, I wanted to put in a little effort. I finally decided on a pair of jeans that fit me tighter than the others - they were a size two, while the others were fours. Then, I pulled on a plain tank top and decided that an oversized mesh sweater would work. 

I made the bed, then looked down at the jacket. My fingers traced the golden leopard embroidered on Dwayne's jacket, but I couldn't justify wearing it around the house. No matter how much I actually wanted to wear it and spend my day smelling Dwayne. Instead, I left it on the bed, making my way downstairs. 

Chapter Nine

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Dear Eddie Part 3: Dear Reader

Summary: Eddie likes to make things for his family

Warnings: Pregnancy struggles, crying, pain, family fluff, name suggestions, body issues,

Word Count: 3.8k

Part 1 | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four

She laid on her side, left to be exact, something about better blood flow for the baby… it was the only way she could lay down without wanting to puke. She woke up beyond nauseous, she wanted to scream she was so sick and all she wanted to do was sleep. So she simply lays on her side and holds eddies pillow and sobs. 

Eddie knew that something was wrong, he normally let her sleep in and relax in the mornings. He took James downstairs for breakfast and out of her hair, normally she’d come down a few minutes later, much to his protests because she didn’t like to be apart from them. 

Wayne was still awake, he got home from the plant 2 or 3 hours ago, still digesting his “dinner” from 5am while watching TV with little James in his lap. 

“Can you watch him for me?” 

“Of course,” Wayne doesn’t mind. “Where you going?” 

“Just upstairs, I don’t think she’s okay,” he admits. “Something doesn’t feel right.” 

“Yeah,” Wayne gets it. “Go check on your girl.” 

He’s careful about going up the stairs and even more careful when he pushes their bedroom door open to see her. She’s crying, eyes closed, gripping her pillow for dear life. 

“Oh, sweetheart,” he closes the door behind himself and kneels at the side of her bed. “What’s wrong, my love?” 

“I just wanna sleep,” she sobs. “I feel so sick, I can’t throw up, I just feel gross? I’m so tired.” 

“I’m so sorry, honey… did you want me to get you some crackers or something?” 

She cries harder, “I don’t want to sit up.” 

“Okay,” he sighs, knowing he couldn’t convince pregnant Y/N to do much, she was very particular about what she wanted. “Can I lay down with you?” 

She nods and scoots back so he can get in, laying down in front of her, also on his side, he moulds to her position and cuddles in close. 

“Hi,” he whispers, wiping her tears. 

“Hi,” she smiles, “what were you doing?” 

“Just checking on you,” he assures her. “I hate when you’re so sad.” 

“I’m sorry.” 

“Don’t apologize, I’m sorry that being pregnant is so hard,” he whispers, truly sad that it’s not being kind to her body. “Are you sure you don’t want a snack? Maybe once we get some food in you then you’ll be able to sleep.” 

She shakes her head, “I just want cuddles.”

“So cuddles you shall have,” he says as he cuddles in even closer and snuggles her. “I don’t go to work till 10 so I’m not leaving your side.” 

“Okay,” she finally sounds content, happier that he’s there with her. 

The sound of his breathing and the feeling of him there helps immensely, she’s able to calm down, her baby calms down, the sickness disappears and Eddie stays. He has a 20-minute drive to get to work but he doesn’t want to leave her. He doesn’t want to wake her so that she can watch James with Wayne… instead, he kisses her head, changes quietly and heads back downstairs. 

Wayne’s laying on the couch, also asleep, with James sitting in his lap watching Sesame Street, perfectly content. He’s holding his cup of juice, and his snacks are on the coffee table. 

“Hey, buddy,” Eddie gets on his level and whispers. “Mama is having a nap upstairs, I have to go to work, you stay down here with grandpa until she wakes up, okay? Don’t get into any trouble, just be a good boy?” 

He nods, “I will.” 

“I’ve got him,” Wayne mumbles, brushing a hand through James’s hair. His eyes barely open, he’s very tired, “I’m just resting my eyes, I’ve got it covered.” 

“Okay,” Eddie smiles and leans in, kissing James on the forehead quickly. “I love you, be good.” 

“Bye daddy,” he waves him off, knowing he’ll always come back home so there are never any tears when he goes. 

—

The summer was fully over, September came so fast and changed most of the leaves with it, and the chill didn’t start till the first week of October. Just in time for the wedding in their new backyard closer to Halloween. 

Being over halfway done with this pregnancy and yet she was huge. Not due till February, she really didn’t understand how she managed to look so far along too early, even with having a second baby she knew she’d be bigger this time around but not this big this fast. And there was no way she was more pregnant than she thought… cause she was pretty sure she got pregnant that first time they slept together after he got home. He knows what he’s doing and he’s good at it, clearly. 

The only dress that she can get to fit over her stomach is a white floral sundress of sorts, it’s cute, sure, but it’s nowhere near the princess dress she dreamed of. She wanted something big and expensive and fancy… without it, she didn’t feel very pretty. 

Or so she thought. 

The moment James sees her in the bedroom, he pauses with wide, big brown Munson eyes, “you wook beautiful, mama!” 

“Oh, thank you,” she melts, feeling absolutely massive but pretty if he says so. 

He runs over to her and hugs her legs, she scoops him up, holding him on her hip now that her stomach was in the way. “That was such a nice thing to say.” 

He snuggles into her neck, never having left the cuddly phase it was such a fucking blessing. She held him close and swayed him around, “what’s up buddy?”

“When daddy comes home?” He asks, not quite in the right sentence structure but she understood him. 

“Soon,” she thinks about how to explain it and takes him over to Eddie’s night table where an alarm clock stays. “See the 4, when this little hand gets there and this big hand gets to the 3, then daddy will be home.” 

“Okie,” he understands, standing right in front of the night table and staring the clock down all while she takes the dress off and hangs it back up in its black dress bag. 

She hangs it back in the closet and changes back into her comfy clothes, big sweats and a Metallica t-shirt she’s had for forever, not caring that her stomach still poked out. She takes a seat in bed and pulls little James up onto the mattress too, then she hands him the alarm clock to hold in his lap as he waits for his dad. “Why are you excited to see him today?” 

“Stowy time,” he smiles, big and toothless, still working on the front two while the rest of his mouth filled with teeth. It also gave him a lisp that he loved because he sounded just like uncle Jeff. 

“Oh, what are you reading?” She asks, normally taking her nap when Eddie got home, trading off the responsibility of him so she could relax. She really had no idea what books they read. 

“Wowd of the wings,” he tries his best, and it’s so darn cute.

She gasps, “really? Oh, that’s daddy’s favourite book.” She remembers fondly. Eddie used to read it to her, too, back during their summers together when the pool was closed due to the rain and they had nothing else to do.

Now he reads it to their son. It’s too stinkin’ cute. 

James almost forgets the alarm clock as he explains the plot so far to his mom, it’s mostly out of order, but he tries his hardest to say the character names and the places they go, it’s the cutest thing in the world. He loves Frodo, he says Bilbo is just like uncle Wayne and the other hobbits are like his uncle Gareth and Jeff to him. 

She tries her best to keep talking to him, asking him questions and getting him to talk, but laying down with him is so calm and nice… she falls asleep there with James sitting beside her, still holding the alarm clock, just staring back at her as she snored. 

He knows she’s asleep, he reaches over and rubs her belly the way his daddy would and then gets up, standing on the mattress, he walks to the foot of the bed where a throw blanket had been tossed. Holding the blanket by its edges, he throws it over his mom, it doesn’t land perfectly, it’s barely on her actually, but he covers her tummy. He snuggles back in, kisses her arm and pulls the alarm clock back into his lap. 

He just sits there quietly, trying to tell time with his mom snoring beside him. He just wanted his daddy to come home and read to him again.

—

Work is long and boring and exhausting, but at least he has access to the mall every day. He always brings Y/N home something that she wants, for a craving or to help her with her pregnancy, and it was convenient if they were low on food he could hit the grocery store on his way out… he could also go to the baby store and buy all sorts of things to spoil his kids. 

That’s what he did during his lunch break today. He had the screen printing store make him a copy of Dio’s the last in line tour shirt that he turned intones a jacket patch, but a lot smaller… and he ran to Osh-Kosh to buy a little jean vest… and then Hot Topic for some tiny pins and patches and he spent most of his free time behind the counter at work sewing them all on. By the time his shift was over he had one toddler-sized jean jacket replicated to perfection. 

He almost forgot about his cherished jean vest when he got back, everything was so crazy he didn’t even think about it. It took Wayne about a week to bring it up, he had a whole box of Eddie’s things from the day they brought him up from the upside down… but his guitar pick necklace, that stayed around Wayne’s neck for 2 years. Not a lot survived from the last trailer, but what did was in the box, or in James’s room. 

James was so much like him, thus why he needed his own little jean vest to go over his little leather jacket. And every time he grows, Eddie will just make him a new one… and this one can go to baby number 2, and eventually baby number 3… 

He comes home to a quiet house and it’s not that weird, but it’s strange how the quiet continues as he looks around for them, “anyone home?” 

He finally peers into the master bedroom to see James sitting beside his mom, holding his little finger over his lips, “mama’s sweeping.” 

“Oh,” he whispers back, reaching out for his little guy and lifting him up off the bed for a hug. “How are you?” 

“I missed you,” he says, holding his dad's face in his hands. “How’s work?” 

“It was good, little man,” he smiles. “I got you something to match daddy.” His eyes light right up as his dad shows him the bag in his hand. “Close your eyes.” 

He covers his face with his hands as Eddie carefully and quietly pulls the jacket out of the bag. Y/N was probably awake from the noise already, but he still wanted her to keep resting. He places the jacket in James’s hands, “open up…” 

He gasps so loud when he sees it, speechless he hands it to his dad and stands up, wanting help putting it on. He’s so happy he can’t stay still making Eddie laugh. “Hold on buddy, this arm first, now this one,” he explains as he helps him into it. “There, now we match.” 

“Metal?” He asks more than announces. 

“So metal, dude!” Eddie gives him a fist bump and then pulls him in for a hug. “The most Metalist baby in the world.” 

“‘M not a baby,” he says as he pushes away, “mama has the baby, see,” he points at her tummy, noticing that she’s been smiling at them for a while. “Mama wook!” 

“I see!” She’s cheery. “You look so handsome buddy, just like daddy.” 

He gives her a big hug and a slobbery kiss on the cheek, overjoyed to be just like his dad. Eddie hugs the both of them, kissing James on the cheek while Y/N gets the other. They smother him in love, and he can’t stop giggling as they smooch all over his chubby cheeks. 

He can’t wait to have another little one to add to the mix. 

—

Eddie finds her in the kitchen holding her belly in her hands as she stares into the cabinet for a snack. He walks up behind her, replacing her hands and holding the bump up, relieving all the pressure on her hips. “Oh, thank you,” she sighs, head lolling back against his shoulder, she needed that. 

“James is asleep and I don’t work tomorrow… wanna watch a movie?” He suggests with a whisper. 

She shakes her head, “I’m too tired to fall asleep on the couch and then make it up to the bed, I hate the fucking stairs.”

“You picked this house,” he reminds her with a smile. 

“Shh,” she makes him stop talking. “How about we cuddle and catch up? I feel like I haven’t seen you in forever?”

“Making money for the babies isn’t easy,” he sighs. “But the record store has its perks. The new Motley Crew album got shipped to us early so I got to listen to it today.” 

“That’s sick, James is gonna be excited to hear it,” she can’t help but smile, her baby boy was such a metalhead. She has him lower her belly back down and let go so she can turn around to face him, “I just wanna be with you tonight, in any way?” 

He smiles, “okay… how about I get you some snacks and meet you in bed?” 

Her eyes light up, “you’d go to the store for me right now?” 

He nods, “duh? I’ll go to the fucking moon for you if you asked.” 

She pulls him in for a quick kiss, peppering his lips and cheek with them, “you’re the best.” 

“I try,” he smiles, giggling slightly. “What did you want?” 

“A grape crush, a KitKat and salt and vinegar chips,” she knows exactly. “If they don’t have grape then orange is fine, but I want grape.” 

“Okay, you got it,” he agrees, patting his back pocket to make sure he had his wallet on him. “Anything else for the middle of the night or tomorrow?” 

She shakes her head, “I’m good, you’re so wonderful.” 

“I just figured I knocked you up I might as well do something useful,” he teases. 

“Twice,” she adds, not letting him forget. 

Little did she know it actually made him sad knowing he missed out on doing nice things like this for her the first time. He doesn’t let her see that, he just kisses her goodbye and tells her he’ll be back in a moment. 

The store isn’t too far away, it's a good 5 minutes there and back, no big deal. He pops in quickly finds everything he needs and then sets two pops, two candy bars and two bags of chips all on the counter along with an iced tea and a pack of sunflower seeds for himself. 

The clerk looks at it all and smiles, “for the wife?” 

He nods, smiling slightly. “I figured I might as well get more than 1 in case the craving lasts a while.” 

“Smart,” she smiles as she rings it all up. “15 on the nose.” 

He pulls out the cash and sets it on the counter as the woman bags it for him. He turns to the side to see a bunch of cards with sayings catch his eye. “Actually,” he reaches forward and grabs one with pink and blue flowers on it. “I’m going to get this too.” 

“On me,” she waves it off. “You want a pen to write her something nice?” 

“Please?” 

She hands him his bag of goods and a pen, “you have a wonderful evening, wish your wife well for me.” 

“I will,” he smiles, so grateful for the kind people in their new neighbourhood. This interaction would’ve never happened in Hawkins. 

In the van, he turns on the roof light and stares at the blank card. He knows what he wants to say but he doesn’t know how to say it… so he copies the letters she made him. 

“Dear Y/N,

I think you’re so fucking cool. 

Seriously, not only were you amazing all throughout my childhood, always being there for me and making sure I was loved… now your our kids mom and doing the exact same thing for them. you’re everything I ever wanted in a future wife, you’re all I’ve dreamed of my whole life. It’s like god or whoever is up there was making me and you at the same time knowing we’d be together. Knowing we’d make such amazing kids. 

I swear, James is going to change the world or something. He’s so, so meant to be here. He’s a gift, a treasure, a blessing. Thank you for him. 

I’ll never get to fully explain how much I wish I was there for his pregnancy, but I can get you two of everything and make up for it now. 

I love you. I love our family. Thank you for everything. 

Love, Eddie.” 

He reads it over to make sure it’s right, his all-cap chicken scratch looks somewhat nice, hopefully, she can read it well… hopefully, she doesn’t cry. He hates making her cry and that baby only perpetuates the high emotions that make her cry. 

He should be saving it for his vows, they’d be getting married around the end of the month, he wasn’t prepared in the slightest, but it was also just a formality. He was already her husband, her baby daddy, the love of her life, they were just putting it all on paper now. 

He gets back home safely, he locks all the doors and turns out all the lights on the first floor before heading up the stairs to their bedroom. She’s in bed with a baby book in her lap, smiling at the doorway for when he walks in. 

“oh my god,” she notices how much he has in the bag. “What did you get?” 

“Here,” he hands her the card first. “Two of everything… to make up for last time.” 

Her chin wobbles as she starts to cry a bit, “Eddie, baby?” 

“Hey,” he gets in beside her and rubs her shoulders as she opens the card. 

She laughs at the opening line, wiping her tears away so she can keep reading. Her face changes a bunch, from sad to heartfelt to joyful, back to emotional, “I love you so much, this is so nice.” 

He pulls her in for a quick kiss. “I love you.” 

She hands the card back to him, “can you put it on my dresser by the ultrasounds?” 

He nods, placing it right where she wants it. She takes out all her snacks and wastes no time digging in. “Oh, fuck I love you,” she groans when the KitKat hits her tongue. “I wanted this all day.” 

He kicks off his shoes and jeans, slipping into bed beside her and stealing a few chips. “Anytime you want something I’ll get it, just tell me.” 

“Thank you,” she smiles at him. “Really, this is everything.” 

“Its what you deserve,” he reminds her. “Eat up, maybe you’ll sleep better with a full belly.” 

“I hope,” she sighs. “All I’ve done today is eat and nap and hang out with James.” 

“Sounds like a dream,” he teases. “I get it though, and I’m off tomorrow so you can sleep in.” 

“Perfect,” she rests her head on his shoulder, still shovelling her chips into her mouth but wanting to be close. 

They don't talk, they just hold each other for a few minutes. She feeds him snacks, and he feeds her. He rubs her belly, and he wipes the crumbs off her face. He loves her dearly. When they finally put all her snacks away, they cuddle up again but this time with his head on her chest as she sat up against the pillow, digesting everything. 

“We need name ideas for this one,” she whispers against his hair before kissing his head. “I have no ideas this time.”

“I like Dean—

“We can’t have two sons named James and dean.”

“Why not, that’s so cool?”

“No. And I think it’s a girl anyway, so…” she hasn’t been quite sure how to bring that up. Now seems like a fine time. 

“Yeah?” He softens right up, having always dreamed about having a little girl one day with Y/N. He always knew she’d be a good mom, and he knew they’d make beautiful babies together, having it actually happen now was just too much for him. 

She hums, “I keep having dreams with a little girl in them.”

“What about Daisy?” He suggests, staying in the D category. “Or Debbie? Diamond is cool.” 

“Are you trying to spell your name with our kid's initials?” She teases. “I was thinking Phoebe or Roxane or something cool, James is gonna need a badass sister if he’s going to be a rockstar.”

“True,” he can’t help but laugh at her reasoning. “But I also want it to mean something to us… and you should name her this time.’ 

“Why? I named James, shouldn’t it be your turn?” She combats. 

“You picked his name for me, in honour of me, thats different,” he explains. “Pick a name just for you this time.” 

“I picked James for me, I listened to a lot of Metallica when I was pregnant, and with you— you were always playing it,” she gets a little emotional. “It was the only thing that made me feel better when we couldn’t hang out and then it became the only thing to calm him down when he was born.” 

“Oh,” he snuggles in closer. “That’s the sweetest thing I’ve ever heard.” 

“Not to get sweeter, but I want you to name this baby, pick something special to you that reminds you of me if you want to make it absolutely even and fair?” 

Compromising was always easy with her. 

“What if we name our daughter Motley?” He whispers, remembering he has the new album in his work bag. “Then both our kids would have the coolest names.” 

“It fits with having the coolest parents,” she brags, chips in her mouth and chocolate melted on her chin. She was so cute. 

“Exactly,” he smiles so big. 

He’s never been happier in his entire life. 

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Mini Norris pt2. (Lando Norris)

Being a step mum is difficult, but not as much as you thought. Fluff.

Mini Norris Pt1.

Note: The second and last part of this story. I won't write more sorry. REQUESTED. NOT EDITED.

Toby, Cinni, Lando and I had been living together for a few months now.

Life with the Norris was so easy it seemed strange. Toby was a real god boy, he was polite and so sweet and hardly ever caused problems. Lando and he understood each other perfectly, they were best friends so everything was always solved easily.

Lando had understood my position. He understood that I didn't want to be Toby's mum and that I didn't want my own kids. He understood that there were limits that I didn't want to cross and he respected it, which made me fall even more in love with him. He made it so easy. He understood that Toby and I needed space, that we could be the bestest of friends but we also needed to spend time alone with him. There were dates, weekends away just the two of us, we still made plans alone just as he had his moments with his son.

Apart from that, Toby and I were getting closer and closer. He had even told me a couple of secrets, giggling a don't tell dad before running to his room. He was the cutest boy.

At first, on race weekends, he went to his grandparents' like usual. But for the last two, we had stayed at home together. We had gone to visit them on Sunday to see the race together. The boy loved to sit on his grandpa's lap and comment with him on every single thing.

This one was the third we would stay alone and when Lando was getting ready, I heard a loud Toby being shouted. Seconds later, the kid ran down the stairs and crossed the living room, disappearing through the backyard's door.

"Toby! Come back"

I heard Lando's heavier steps and I got up.

"Lando, what happened?"

"Toby! Where are you? He opened my luggage and pulled everything out"

Lando was red as a tomato, fuming and probably not thinking straight.

"Toby!"

I grabbed his arm.

"Lando wait"

"YN, don't"

"Lando"

I cupped his face.

"Hey, he is a kid. He is too young to understand. Let me talk to him"

"Don't get mixed, YN, please"

I took a deep breath. I usually let him solve these problems. But I hadn't seen him so angry with Toby yet and he would leave in a couple of hours. He couldn't have a fight now and then fly away to a triple header. I knew him and he would regret it.

"Lando, you are too angry right now. You need to calm down. Take a deep breath, relax a bit and I will talk to him meanwhile"

"YN..."

"He wants you to stay for a bit longer. So do I. I understand what he is feeling. Let me talk to him, please. I'm sure he is under the tree sitting with Cinni with that frown only you two can put"

He looked into my eyes for a few seconds and then hugged me.

"You don't want to go and argue with him, I know both of you well."

"Okay..."He said pulling a part.

"Go and wash your face, okay. Deep breaths." I kissed his lips and then we walked in opposite directions.

I found Toby exactly where I thought he was, under the tree. He was crying and had hidden his head between his legs. Cinnamon, as his guardian sit next to him.

"Tob?" I walked slowly, not wanting to scare him. "Tob, honey. Can I sit with you?"

He nodded and I did so.

I sat next to the kid and sighed. The poor boy was sobbing.

"Do you want me to hug you?"

Toby nodded and curled into my side when I enveloped him with my arms.

"Dad is angry at me"

"He was just a bit angry, but I already talked to him." I caressed his hair. "I don't want him to go either. I'm going to miss him a lot"

"He always leaves"

That broke my heart. He was so young.

"I know, Tob. But he loves racing and we love watching him racing, right?"

"I want him to stay at home"

"I do too, honey" I took a deep breath. I knew Lando was looking through the window, I could see his shadow. "I miss dad a lot too and it's okay to feel sad when he leaves. But Dad loves racing, he has so much fun when he is driving his car. It makes him so happy"

"I like when Dad is happy"

I smiled. Toby finally looked at me. I helped him dry his tears.

"I like when Dad is happy too. That's why I let him go to race because it makes him so happy. Even though it makes me a bit sad I always think of how much fun he is having and how much he loves it"

"He is sad when he leaves?"

I nodded.

"He is, but he knows that we see the races from here and we cheer a lot for him"

"With grandpa"

"Mhm."

"I didn't want to make him angry. I just wanted him to stay"

"I know. But he has to take a plane pretty soon"

His lip trembled a bit and he looked at me through his tears.

"Hey, we have to be happy, okay? Dad wants to remember us smiling, not crying. We will call him every day and see the races and everything."

He nodded.

"You want to go and tell dad how sorry you are?"

"Yes"

"Okay, but first. Promise me something, Toby"

He nodded and took my hand, intertwining our pinkies.

"Next time you feel sad because dad is leaving, come and talk to me instead of doing that. I can help you to feel better. We don't want him to be angry when he leaves."

"Pinky promise"

We both got up and he made grabby hands, so I took him in my arms.

We went together to Lando and I's bedroom. He was redoing his luggage and turned around when he heard us coming into the room. Toby was hugging my neck tightly and his forehead was pressed against my temple. I knew that he was probably scared that Lando was still angry at him, but his dad's face was much softer now. His eyes were full of tears and his nose was a bit red.

"Lando, Toby has something to say" I said with a soft voice.

"Yeah?"

I nodded and he walked closer, enveloping both of us with his arms.

"Hey, Tob." I said moving him a bit. "What was that we talked about?"

Toby lift his head and looked at Lando. The kid was crying again and that made Lando's lip tremble.

"I'm so sorry, dad" He sobbed a bit. "I won't do it again. I will talk to YN instead and she will help me feel better"

Lando looked at me at the same time he ran his fingers through his son's locks.

"I know you are sorry, buddy. I'm sorry too." He kissed his forehead and then pulled me for a kiss. I smiled.

Toby hugged his dad's neck and Lando took him in his arms, sitting on the bed with the kid on his lap. They cuddled with each other and it was my turn to cry. A few tears escaped from my eyes.

"I'm going to miss you a lot, dad"

"I'm going to miss you too, Toby"

I wanted to go with them, but the moment felt so intimate that I felt as if I was intruding.

"YN says that racing makes you happy and if you are happy we are happy too, so even though I'm a bit sad because you have to leave, I'm happy because you are going to have so much fun driving" Toby said grabbing his dad's cheeks.

"Thank you very much, Tob" Lando looked at me then. "And thank you very much to you too, come here"

I smiled and walked to them. I sat next to Lando and he hugged my shoulders.

"I love you both a lot and I miss you so much when I'm away. But yes, driving makes me super happy and I love when you call me after the races. And it makes me happy to know that you watch the races together and cheer for me." He said looking mainly at Toby.

I kissed Lando's cheek.

"We love you a lot, too. Right, Tob?"

The kid nodded.

"Now, let's help dad packing" I said tickling him a bit.

"Yes!"

I only needed a call to Adam, Lando's dad, to get the tickets for a flight to the race next race. It was the second in the triple header and the one in the middle, so it seemed the best option for us. Toby was missing Lando, asking when he would come back and how many days were left for race day. On the other hand, Lando was missing Toby too, ending the calls with sad eyes and voice.

"Are we going to see dad now?"

The flight had been easy because Adam and Cisca were with me to take care of Toby. But the moment we put a foot outside the hotel, the kid had grabbed my hand and hadn't let me go.

"Yes. Jon is waiting for us"

Cisca was grabbing his other hand and had a huge smile.

"How happy are you to be here, Toby?"

"I'm so happy. I'm going to see dad racing"

When we reached the garage, Jon told us that Lando was in an engineering meeting, so we waited for him. And the moment he came through the door, Toby ran to him, taking Lando by surprise.

They hugged, Lando lifting the kid in the air and both of them laughing.

We had the best weekend ever. Toby was so excited and Lando exuded happiness. He spend each second of his free time with us, showing us how everything worked, the car, the paddock, the pitlane. Everything.

Toby spent the whole race sitting on my lap and talking with Adam, sitting next to me.

There were people curious about the little kid who looked exactly like Lando Norris, some people from the team who didn't know Toby yet. He would always answer with: I'm Toby Norris and Lando Norris is my dad. She is YN and she is my dad's girlfriend, we are best friends and she is super nice. Which didn't fail to make me laugh and smile each time.

When we were leaving after a very good race with a P5 for Lando, I was walking ahead with Cisca, talking about random things. Suddenly I felt a tiny hand in mine and looked down.

"YN, stop"

I frowned and stopped, looking for Lando with my eyes. He was a few meters away from us with his dad and Jon.

"My dad told me to show you this and tell you that he loves you a lot. And that you are super nice to me and he is super happy to have found you. And to ask you if you want to marry him. But I don't know what marry is"

I looked at Toby's hands, where a velvet box waited opened with a ring inside. My heart was beating fast and my hands were shaking. I looked at Lando, who was coming closer with slow steps.

"Lando..."

"I think you are the perfect person for me, you are who I want to share my life with and the person I want in Toby's life. I think I can't find anyone better than you. I... I'm so bad with speaches." We both laughed and he took my hand. I had tears in my eyes and couldn't stop smiling. "We don't have to do it know, we can wait. But... YN, will you marry me?"

"Yes. Yes Lando."

I heard Cisca laughing happily as I kissed and hugged Lando.

I couldn't be happier. I kissed Lando's cheeks a thousand times and then his lips. He looked into my eyes for a second and whispered.

"Thank you for being so good to us"

"I could not be, you both had something" I caressed his cheeks.

"Dad! The ring!"

"Oh yes" Lando gestured me to crouch down next to Toby, doing it too.

The kid took the ring with so much care and put it on the finger Lando told him. Then, he hugged me with so much force that we almost fall. Everyone laughed happily.

"I love you so much, YN"

"I love you so much too, Tob"

Lando kissed both of our heads and then it was turn for his parents and Jon to congratulate us.

As we were walking out of the paddock, Toby in Lando's arms and my hand around Lando's waist, I felt a happiness I had never felt before. I had found someone who understood me and loved me no matter what I wanted for my life. Plus, that someone came with a mini version of himself who was the most adorable thing in the world and made my days better.

"Lando"

"Tell me"

"I love you a lot. Both of you. Thank you for letting me be a part of your life."

"I couldn't ask for someone better"

#lando norris #Ln #Fluff #Fic #F1 fic #dad!driver

[the-drayster]

// A little story about Drayton picking Amarys up from Nacrene. Under the read more because this one is fairly long at 960 words.

The song mentioned is Homie by Mustard Service.

Tagging you here, @elite-amarys!

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Drayton looked up from his phone, peeling his blanket off as he stood. "Hey, I'm going to go pick Amarys up."

Iris peered at him from her spot on the back of the couch. "Is everything alright?"

"Yeah, her mom's just upset and she needs to get away. I'll be back soon-ish," Drayton said. He pulled up his map and set out for the door. He paused, turning back. "Let Ma and Grandpa know I'm taking the car!"

Going all the way from Opelucid to Nacrene wasn't Drayton's plan when he originally went home for the holiday, especially not on the morning of Delibird Day. But, he had offered to let his friend stay if she needed too, and may Reshiram strike him down if he wouldn't honor that.

Climbing into the driver's seat, Drayton hummed to himself. It would be a long drive.

Amarys stood at the street corner. Her bag was packed beside her. She had everything she needed. She was upset, but logically the distance would allow both her and her mother time to calm down.

Logically.

It wasn't long (She had timed her arrival to the street corner perfactly) before an old truck pulled up, and Drayton climbed out. He was wearing a Deli-Day sweater (A Litwick with an LED light instead of a candle flame), and a long, pleated skirt in off-white. Amarys was not surprised. He smiled at her.

"Finally here. How're you doing?" Drayton asked. He reached down to grab her bag for her, loading it into the truck. Amarys muttered a thank-you.

"I am alright. Father agreed to speak to Mother," she reported. She approached the vehicle and held out a handful of money. "While you were arriving, I calculated the cost of the drive from Opelucid to Nacrene. I did not account for pit-stops and the like made of your own volition."

Drayton stared for a moment before shaking his head and smiling again. "No need, Bud." Amarys watched his face for the subtle hints of a joke. There were none. Only amusement. She put the money away.

The two of them climbed into the truck, and Drayton fiddled with his phone before starting the older vehicle's engine. "You ready to go?" He adjusted his mirrors, and then turned to look at her. He was grinning widely.

Amarys ran over her mental checklist. Everything was accounted for.

"..Yes. I am ready."

Drayton nodded, and the two were off.

Once they were situated, Drayton relaxed, draping an arm across the back of the seat separating the two of them. Amarys was staring at her lap.

"I apologize. You should not have had to come so far to retrieve me," she stated.

Drayton waved his hand, as if to gesture her words away (She had never understood pointless movements such as those, but apparently it made communication easier for some). "It's nothing. I did this of.. What was it.. My own volition?"

"My reasoning is still valid. Delibird Day is a holiday traditionally spent with one's family. I have stopped you from doing so."

Drayton snorted, reaching over to punch her shoulder lightly. "You're my family too."

Amarys paused. He did not mean this literally, of course. They weren't related. Therefore, the implication was that he saw her as an adopted relation.

"…Thank you."

Drayton snorted again, little laughs breaking through. But the laughs weren't mocking her. Amarys turned to watch him.

He shook his head, smiling. "What do you say to some music?"

Amarys considered this. She wouldn't mind music, she decided. She said as much.

Drayton nodded, tapping his phone to wake the Rotom inside. "Play my one playlist. Start with Homie." He turned to Amarys as the music started. "This is one of my favorite songs. I feel like it's fitting to this whole situation."

Drayton hummed the lyrics, drumming the beat of the instruments on the steering wheel with his fingers. He seemed to be enjoying himself. His hum broke into quiet singing with the line "Just sit back and smoke your cigarette."

"I don't smoke," she stated. Perhaps this song wasn't as fitting as he thought.

Drayton laughed a little. "Nah, but the rest of the lyrics work well. You do look like you could use some sleep." He paused his drumming to turn on his blinkers in an attempt to change lanes. "..Let me merge, jerkwads…"

She probably did need to sleep. She'd been so stressed. She hadn't realized how exhausted she was.

"I do appear to be more tired than I previously assumed," Amarys admitted.

Drayton smiled. "I don't mind if you doze off. I'll keep the music low."

Amarys nodded. She had no intentions of sleeping yet, but the thought was appreciated.

It didn't take long before she was out like a light.

Drayton hummed quietly to himself as he pulled into the driveway of his grandfather's house. Amarys was still asleep, and he didn't particularly want to wake her. He had a feeling that this was first chance she'd had to really be comfortable.

It made him happy that she was comfortable sleeping near him. He let himself feel a little prideful over it before debating what to do next.

He could leave the car running, and let her rest, but if he just left then she might wake up and panic over where she was. That wasn't an option.

He could wake her, but he'd feel horrible doing it. She looked so peaceful. That wasn't an option.

The third, and seemingly only valid option, was to stay with her in the car. Drayton sighed, put the truck into park, sent a quick text to Iris to let everyone know that they had made it, and leaned against the door to take a nap.

#Short Story #Mustard Service is great #Homie and Get Fucked are my favorite songs by them #And also happen to be what I headcanon Drayton's voice as afsdg #Very fitting songs for him #Get Fucked is a superb song #The title is way worse than the actual lyrics #Which is always funny to explain to people #“What are you listening to?” #“Get fucked”

[cartoonbrat16]

The elemental

In an RV an old man drove with his two granddaughters in the back. Gwen, his oldest granddaughter sat at a table typing on a computer. In the back of the RV where the bunks were was his youngest granddaughter Jen. She was sitting on her bed with a phone to her ear and tears in her eyes.

"no mom I....but it-it...yes ma'am." the woman on the other end of the phone yelled something before hanging up. Jen let her hands fall into her lap and pulled her knees to her chest. Tears streamed down her face like an endless river and it didn't help her situation when the RV suddenly stopped.

Jen quickly wiped her eyes and rushed outside to see the situation. A big oak tree had collapsed onto the road and was crushing a car. Inside was an innocent family who were fearing for their lives. Jen gasped and quickly rushed forward past her grandpa and cousin.

Jen stood a few feet away and stomped her foot on the ground while raising her hands in a quick motion. Dark vein-looking lines spread on Jen's arms and legs while Pieces of the pavement oddly similar to pillars shot up lifting the tree off of the car. Everyone stared in shock but no one focused on Jen. People quickly rushed over and helped the family out of their vehicle and to safety.

Jen sighed and dropped the pillars then turned to head back to the RV. Before Jen could fully turn around a hand gripped her wrist and started pulling her. "Ouch! Grandpa that hurts!" Jen cried referring to the man's tight grip. Max didn't listen and drug Jen into the RV and sat her down in anger. He was fuming and Gwen stood behind him with an evil smile.

"What were you thinking using your bending like that?" Max asked sternly and Jen began to tear up "those people needed help and besides no one was even looking at me." Jen said and Max pinched the bridge of his nose "yes, but someone could have seen you." Jen let her tears fall as her grandpa carried on lecturing her.

"But it isn't fair, Gwen is constantly turning into aliens and you never yell at her," Jen said and Max groaned in frustration. "look, this is enough I don't want to see you bending again," Max said and Jen growled before storming to the back with red veins covering her body while she left a trail of flaming footsteps. Max quickly put out the flames and went out to help move the tree so everyone could get on the road again.

Gwen stared at the back room not even feeling sorry for her cousin. It was her fault she should know better than to use her powers. "what a freak." Gwen said then got back on her computer. "I wonder why they haven't gotten rid of her already?" Gwen wondered aloud not caring if Jen heard her say it.

In the back, Jen had her face buried in her pillow to muffle her cries. Why did it have to be her, why did she have to be cursed with these powers and hated by everyone? Jen cried even louder and dug her nails into the pillow ripping it. Jen sniffled and lay down not bothering to cover up or dry her eyes. She curled in on herself wanting to be as small as possible and fell asleep.

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Max stepped back into the RV after the tree was moved and saw Gwen on her computer. He smiled then frowned and headed to the back of the RV. Max saw Jen curled into a tiny ball snoring lightly. Max walked over and covered Jen up and rubbed her head before heading to the driver's seat. He started driving while wondering if he was too harsh with Jen, all she wanted to do was help. Max shook the thoughts from his head and focused on the road.

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The next day the family was walking around a grocery store stocking up. Max noticed Jen's content silence since she woke up that morning. He pursed his lips and tried to think and then it came to him. "Jen, can you go grab these things?" Max asked while writing on a piece of paper.

Jen nodded and he handed her the paper and she walked off. Gwen looked at Max confused "was that a good idea, what if she uses her bending?" She asked crossing her arms. Max smiled and kept shopping "I'm sure it'll be okay." Max said while hoping the items on the list would cheer Jen up.

Jen hummed as she stood in the produce section of the store looking at strawberries. She wanted to make sure the ones she grabbed were good so she was taking her time. After Jen picked the strawberries she did the same with the blueberries and blackberries. Jen looked at the list "hmm, sliced almond check, berries check, I just need whip cream, cinnamon, and syrup." Jen mumbled then grabbed her basket.

Jen hummed as she walked down the various aisles looking for the ingredients. She knew what her grandfather was doing but it wasn't working. Jen sighed grabbing the powdered sugar and figured she could just fake a smile. Jen then saw the cinnamon on a high shelf that she couldn't reach. Jen hummed then checked both ends of the aisle and saw no one.

"just a small one," Jen said and crossed her forearms in a quick motion then back forming a tiny ball of air. Jen felt a smile tug at the corner of her lips as she watched the air swirl round and round. She aimed it at the cinnamon and flicked her wrist the air flew up knocking it down and into Jen's basket. Jen kept her faint smile and then went to get the whipped cream.

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"here you go Grandpa," Jen said as she found her grandpa and cousin. Max smiled seeing Jen's lips curve up slightly "alright, we are ready to check out then." Max said and headed to the front of the store. Jen and Gwen followed neither bothering to say anything to one another knowing it wouldn't end well.

As they finished checking out a giant explosion was heard in the electronics. It was followed by screaming and Gwen was quick to go alien. Jen was about to follow after her but Max stopped her. "What?" "go put the groceries and stuff away we will handle this," he said then ran off to assist Gwen. Jen stood there for a moment before doing as she was told.

"I could help, why won't anyone let me help?" Jen muttered as she headed for the RV. Jen was only halfway to the RV when she heard a loud ear-piercing screech. Before Jen could look for the source of the noise she was lifted off of the ground by a giant mutant bird. Jen stared in horror "Hey, let me down!" Jen screamed while trying to struggle free.

The bird had a tight grip but Jen wanted down. Dark blue vein's covered, Jen and a fire hydrant below exploded. Jen sent the water into the bird's face making it drop her. Jen twisted and formed the water into two large fists and smashed the bird's back knocking it to the ground.

"AHHH!" Jen screamed realizing how close to the ground she was. The dark blue veins were quickly replaced with light blue veins as a strong force of air gently lowered Jen to the ground. Jen was breathing heavily and gripping her chest "What a thrill!" Jen exclaimed standing to her feet. Jen's joy was short-lived when she heard a pained groan coming from the other side of the bird.

Jen quickly rushed around and saw a man with some sort of device on his head. Jen gasped and rushed over kneeling beside the man. He was on the verge of blacking out and was covered in cuts and bruises. "oh no!" Jen gently laid the man down and removed the device from his head. Jen reached her hand out and pulled the water from some nearby plants then gently wrapped it around the man's injuries.

They healed in a matter of seconds. Jen smiled but was suddenly grabbed by Gwen who was four arms. "What are you doing?" Gwen growled walking away with Jen struggling in her grip. "Gwen, he was hurt and he is unconscious," Jen said trying to pull away from her cousin. "He was the one causing all the trouble and tried to kidnap you," Gwen said and tossed Jen into the RV where Max stood with a stern look, and Jen was grounded.

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Later that day Max stood in front of a grill making dinner, Gwen was nearby reading a book, and Jen was inside on the phone with her mother. "But mom-.....Why can't I?...... How is it my fault?" Jen had tears streaming down her face while her mother talked. Jen grit her teeth as her tears flowed much heavier "Well maybe you should have gone through with the-" Jen stopped as she heard her mother hang up the phone.

Jen tossed her phone and curled into a ball. "why me?" was all Jen said as she stared at the wall with teary eyes. Eventually, Jen cried herself to sleep ignoring the growl of her stomach.

#ben 10 #genderbend #Jen 10 #Elemental powers #Kevin levin #Gwen Tennyson #Grandpa Max #Hex #Charmcaster #Bevin #Slight Gwevin #Time travel

[writer-and-artist27]

🛏💥🤖

Hello to you too, Anon. Thankie for the ask.

(￣▽￣)ゞ Here we go with answers. And right before I go to bed for another work day tomorrow.

🛏 Is there a new trope you'd like to write this year?

Huh. Not sure on this one yet. Maybe slapstick comedy? Or just experimenting with the Unreliable Narrator.

🤖 Are you looking to change your current writing setup? (Or establish one, if you don't have one?)

...Maybe get a new laptop? My current laptop - a Macbook Air 11' I named "Penny" after the rose-gold cover I got for her - has been with me since college. So that's... 6 years. As long as my current writing career, even. She's still working fine, but maybe the different keyboard/screen feel might encourage some inspiration.

Otherwise, maybe just using the lap desk I bought from Barnes and Noble more often. Since it lets me sit on my bed with blankets on my knees while I write without risk of burning myself from the laptop heater.

💥Is there a chapter, scene, or WIP you're most excited to write? Share a snippet or tell us about it!

For my Naruto content - it's just finishing the arcs I have right now when inspiration comes back. The Sea and Stars - post Kannabi is all my hype once I get there. Civilian Pianist - Kakashi's ANBU days. Because I loved the Shadows of the ANBU filler arc from Shippuden when first getting to know Kakashi, and getting to wrie that would be a challenge once I get there too.

For Passing Days, it's actually the WIP Day 54 I have at the moment, because exploring Muramasa's POV in the first half has me returning to Shimosa and the dialogue is taken directly from my first reactions of seeing him as a character when playing through the story. I'll put my preview under the cut.

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There were a lot of things Senji Muramasa had left behind when he went back to the Throne of Heroes with Shimosa’s resolution. The memories of the screams in that flaming castle, the kids that he took in for a time — he could remember faces, but not names anymore — even some of the expressions of his allies at the time. All he had left was his name, his strength, and the memories of two women.

One female Miyamoto Musashi, and the other one Chaldean “Master” calling herself Vy Duong.

Musashi was someone he knew he couldn’t forget, what with her swordsmanship and drive to protect the kids from the demonic Seven Swordsmasters. Even as a vagabond, she had determination, and his tired old mind couldn’t deny that from her.

Vy, on the other hand, struck something in his weary heart. What was it again?

Even when floating in the space that the Throne of Heroes gave him, he could still vividly recall the shock on her face when he came out of his hut to berate her and Musashi for intruding on his workshop. Back then, with the red sky and the bright red moon hanging above them, Vy could’ve been a little girl with how she acted. Any other person would’ve been fooled with how she fidgeted in place back then. Her brown eyes had widened to the size of plates when taking him in, and when Musashi had screamed out “GRANDPA?!” in her own weird getup, all Vy did was clasp her hands together in front of her chest, meeting his gaze as though she had seen a ghost. 

“Shi…rou?” was all she said then amidst Musashi’s fumbling. Some kind of hope surfaced in her voice. “Shirou?” 

Even though the name should’ve been something foreign to the Heroic Spirit Muramasa, the vessel Muramasa took up to use in his manifestation stirred, making his anger melt away in an instant. “…How do you know that name?” left his mouth in a voice that was so much younger than anything he could ever remember since his creation as a Heroic Spirit, the blood starting to roar in the back of his ears as he took in Vy’s figure in return. A weird combination of white and black. Some long white shoes that came up to half of her calves and matching gray socks of some kind. When he took a few steps closer, Vy didn’t even flinch when he took a lock of her long hair in his hands, his brain searing the feeling of soft silky brown strands slipping through his fingers into what little memory the Counter Force would allow him to have. “Have we met before?”

It was thanks to their close proximity that Muramasa could remember the hopeful light dying from Vy’s brown irises past her weird eyewear of glass lenses as she ducked her head, and when backing away from his reach, he could still remember the glimpse he got of the green ribbon holding up some of her hair. “…No,” she said, eventually looking up at him with a tiny resigned smile. “I just thought… I just thought you looked like someone I knew by the name of ‘Shirou.’” With a giggle, she put a hand to her lips, her rapid blinking of her eyes making her look like she was about to cry. “I’m sorry for mistaking you as someone else.”

The heart inside Muramasa’s body nonetheless ached. 

#ask game #asks #ask #thank you anon #passing days #civilian pianist #the sea and stars #vy says something #writer thoughts #writing thoughts #fanfiction preview

[sugawarassoulmate]

Can we have prof mattsun with Moonlight Melody 🍑, I just can't stop thinking about professor mattsun ♥

here we go, just in time for his birthday 🥴

words: 896

cw: fem!reader, student/teacher relationship, age gap (reader is in 20s/mattsun in 40s), sneaking out, secret relationship, running away (implied), unprotected sex, minors dni)

“happy birthday, old man,” you crawl on top of him, smothering his tired face with kisses. he never lets you pounce on him but right now he’s groggy and sore from last night. right where you want him. “what are you now, sixty? eighty?”

matsukawa groans underneath you, arms wrapped around your waist as he tries to nuzzle into the crook of your neck. “let this old man sleep some more, okay?”

it was rare that the two of you spent the night together. most days, he only saw you in class or in the hallways. but there was a long weekend, and it just so happened that his birthday was falling around the same time, so you managed to convince him to spend it together.

he wishes he could take you somewhere nicer, but he desperately wanted to lay low. dating his student wasn’t against school rules but it was looked down upon. he also wanted to spare you the embarrassment that would come if the two of you were found out now. so, he settled on taking you to a nice hotel that was a three-hour drive from campus.

matsukawa could hold your hand and kiss you in public without anyone finding out. it almost felt like you two were running away. sometimes that didn’t seem like a bad idea. “why are you up so early?” he gives up on any chance of sleeping at this point and returns your sweet kisses, sighing when he feels your tongue entering his mouth.

“wanted to give you your gift, sei,” your soft hands reach for his pajama bottoms to pull them down. he’s tired as all hell, but he still raises his hips. you’re on his cock immediately, taking it into your hands and stroking it.

“did i not tire you out last night?” curses leave his mouth as he feels himself growing hard once again. he remembers having you fucked out on this very mattress, grasping at the sheets and drooling from his fat cock pistoning out of you. once you had cum around him a few times, you had knocked out, barely giving him the opportunity to clean the both of you up.

you giggle above him, kicking off your own shorts before lowering yourself down on your professor’s cock. “fuck…” you whine, cunt still throbbing from the other night but you power through, not stopping until both you’re fully seated in his lap. “i have more stamina than you, grandpa.”

he quirks an eye bro as if you give you an “is that so?” kind of look. matsukawa places his arms behind his head, letting you take the reins as you start to move. you start slow at first, gradually picking up the pace. it’s nice not having to lower your voice in case anyone might hear. your hands find purchase on matsukawa’s shoulders to hold yourself up. “ahhh, your cock is so big, professor,” you whine, walls squeezing around him when you utter those words.

matsukawa used to feel guilty when the two of you fell into this little role, but it was true, wasn’t it? he was your much-older professor and you were his innocent, star student. but now he has you fucking yourself in his lap at some hotel in god knows where and you fucking love it. he can tell by how you break a sweat trying to get his cock to reach all the places you want it to, blunt fingernails scratching down his chest.

“it’s all for you, sweetie,” his cute words contrast with the way his rough hand thumbs at your clit, only making you hungrier for him. “you want more, hm? want me to take over?”

he chuckles at your nodding, tears prickling around your eyes. “yes, sir! want you to fuck me, please!” matsukawa sits up, hands firm around your waist. he’s dropping your hips for you, using you like a toy as his cock fills you up. “ahhh, yes, professor! use me—fuck, i’m all yours!”

hearing you babble stupidly around him makes all the sneaking around worth it, all the exhaustion he felt in his limbs suddenly disappear as he fucks his precious little student unconscious. “best fuckin’ gift i’ve ever gotten, cutie,” he says, biting down on your shoulder, not caring if he leaves a mark behind. he all but growls when you cum around him, your mouth open in a silent scream but how much tension has built up inside your body. the pressure from your walls around him doesn’t have him lasting much longer.

matsukawa cums inside you, gasping when he does. he holds you against his chest until he’s finished, his seed spilling out of you when he pulls out. “you still with me, honey?” he asks, fingers running along your back. he grins after hearing a soft hum against his shoulder, a sign that he hadn’t fucked you completely stupid. “thanks for waking me up so nicely.” he pulls back so he can see your face, tears staining your hot cheeks.

“happy birthday, dr. matsukawa,” you mumble against his lips and, fuck, it really shouldn’t turn him on when you say that but this old man feels a stir in his crotch once those words leave your mouth.

“we have the whole weekend, honey,” he says, kissing you properly. “keep talking like that and i’ll fuck you to sleep.”

©sugawarassoulmate 2022 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

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[ewitsren]

#@! MIKEY AS YOUR BOYFRIEND

pairings: sano manjiro x fem!reader

tw/cw ⚠️: cussing, mention of insomia, mention of injury and killing

requested: no

barrista's note ☕: i just wanna hug him :( he deserves more than the world.

#MIKEY

to date mikey, you have to be a fully independent person bcos we all know how he is. it's hard to understand what's going on his head. he always has a lot of shit going on with toman, it's hard for him to find a way to balance his time between you and the gang. you better thank god for kenchin taking the whole shit over when mikey wants to have a break.

first thing mikey does when you started dating was probably teaching you how to defend yourself! as much as he wants to keep you out of his delinquent life, it's a huge part of mikey so he decides it's best for you to always be close to him or kenchin.

he trains you for martial arts or asks his grandpa if he doesn't have time. he's so supportive during trainings and takes his time to teach you how to fight.

mikey pulled away as you leaned back and threw your kick.

"wooah y/n-cchi you can reach my face already! you're the best student i've ever had!"

"i'm your first and only student, mikey." you chuckled, but he was already at explaining the next move.

mikey's overprotective, naturally, he wants you to stay close to him or kenchin as much as you can. since toman is one of mikey's priorities alongside you, he asks kenchin or mitsuya to take you to a safe place if a fight breaks in. although he's aware of your capability of defending yourself he never wants you to get involved in fights.

when you two are alone, mikey is not toman's leader; he's the goofy and clingy boyfriend </3. he pouts if you don't give him enough affection.

he lets you take his motorcycle for a drive, but he also loves driving you! it can be anywhere, mikey loves the feeling of your hands around his waist while the wind licks his face; it makes him feel like you guys are infinite.

falls asleep on your lap, doesn't matter when and when. you're basically mikey's portable bed and he loves sleeping on your lap while your fingers caress his skin. he falls asleep even faster if you play with his hair.

"kenchin!" mikey looked around as draken rushed to him, pushing people to clear a path for himself.

"where is y/n-cchi? find her and move her to somewhere safe."

just as draken was about to start looking for you in the crowd, a guy on mikey's left side fell on the floor and you casually greeted them.

"hey."

"what are you doing? get the fuck out of here. now."

one of the hardest parts of being in a relationship with mikey is waiting for him to understand your feelings. to be honest, he doesn't have a clue about your mental state most of the time. he'd probably check on you if you didn't talk to him/came over to see him for a few days and he wouldn't dwell on your reasons.

so you have to open up to mikey if you want him to know how you feel, still, he's most likely unable to emphasize but mikey cares for you deeply. he does everything he can in order to make you feel better. he listens to you without any interruptions and he's always there for you. mikey always has your back.

second hardest thing about your relationship is arguements. arguing with mikey is like arguing with a wall, i don't think mikey cares about your opinion as long as he thinks he's right. he always expects you to see things from his point of view so it's really hard to meet him in the middle but thank god kenchin is there to be your peacemaker </3.

his love language is physical touch and quality time.

mikey sings to you when you can't sleep.

"nothing's gonna hurt you baby

as long as you're with me you'll be just fine."

mikey hummed with a soft voice as his fingers ran through your hair. sitting on the bed with your head on his lap.

"when we dance in my living room- ah, y/n-cchi i'm sleepy too."

mikey yawned as he lifted your head from his lap, laying down next to you and wrapping his arms around your waist instead.

he loves getting snacks with you </3 you wanna get a milkshake? hop on his bike. you want ice cream? mikey's taking you to eat ice cream.

mikey starts to not sleep well after a while you guys started dating, he feels like he's missing something when you're not there in his arms so you guys usually sleep together.

mikey has... bad days. in those days he's not childish and talkative like he always is with you, in those days he just wants to be with you, either him laying on your lap while you're watching something, his fingers tangling to yours, his fingers tracing up your skin or your fingers tracing up his skin. he just wants to touch you somehow, it calms him down.

you are one of the few people that mikey allows himself to show his emotions to and i think he breaks down sometimes. mikey is tough and very strong, yes but he's also a teenager with a lot to carry on his shoulders. his breakdowns would be pretty rough, you have to read the signs during his breakdowns. mikey either wants to be left alone or to be comforted. give the man some space if he wants to be left alone, use every chance you get to show him that you love him and you're there for him if he wants you to help him through the pain.

mikey is neutral with pda, he doesn't push you if you initiate something (hugs, holding hands, kisses etc) in public but he only gets physically affectionate when he feels like it (it would be very random i think)

sometimes he just lays on the bed and watches you do stuff. you're his number one comfort source.

no disrespecting him in front of the gang

don't blame the man about gang shit he had already suffered too much

speaking of falling asleep, if you ever fall asleep on him in public he guards you and does whatever it takes to not wake you up and expects you to do the same for him.

"oii, mikey! what are we gonna do ab-"

"sheessh!"

mitsuya stopped talking as he saw mikey caressing your face and rubbing small circles on your back while your arms were wrapped around his waist like you were hugging your pillow.

"okay, sorry." mitsuya whispered and left the room, trying to close the door as silently as he can.

mikey placed a kiss on your forehead and chuckled.

"you're like a cat! my cat."

i don't think mikey gets jealous easily and he becomes very clingy when he's jealous. he literally sits down and hugs your leg to stop you from leaving his side, doesn't let you go while cuddling, grabs your arm and drags you away from the person you're talking to.

"i don't like it even one bit when you interact with them." he pouted.

is very furious if he thinks someone's making you uncomfortable

"you bastards really should stop hitting on her. fuck off or i'll break your legs."

he freaks out if you were injured. shows up at the hospital with his hair all messy, eyes red and swollen. we all saw he managed draken's situation pretty well but this would be different. no matter how hard he tries mikey wouldn't sit down calmly and wait. he either sits right next to you, holding your hand or he gets away from everyone and cries his heart out.

he really appreciates it when you talk to him about how his dark side is taking it's toll on mikey. boy needs guidance in his life and he trusts you. you're all he's got.

mikey would kill for you. without hesitance.

dates with mikey are so random. it can be a lunch/dinner/breakfast or a special meal mikey has made up, a drive around the city, beach date, cinema date, napping date... just, random...

he loves watching movies with you! you guys have movie dates twice a week and mikey watches you with pure adoration in his eyes when you fall asleep on his shoulder.

you have to understand that toman is a big part of his life so mikey's waiting you to support and understand him. don't pout at his wounded face and go full mom mode on him when he returns to you at the end of the day. kiss him and help him clean his wounds, tell him you're there for him as you put him to sleep with his head on your lap.

you and toman are mikey's whole world and he tries so hard to keep it all together. he's the best boyfriend despite his flaws and he deserves a big, warm hug </3

nsfw !!

i think mikey's attitude in bedroom depends on his mood.

he's loud and he encourages you to be loud too </3

he overstims you or doesn't give you permission to cum if he wanna play his hand dirty, he'll make you beg and ask you to say what you exactly want out loud for him

prefers praising rather than degrading

100% overstims you if he's eating you out and god he's never sick of the feeling of your hands in his hair, slightly pulling it as you scream his name in pleasure.

he gets aggressive when he's jealous </3

"can that fucking bastard make you feel that good, hm?" mikey grunted as he kept thrusting into you and abused your clit with his fingers.

"nobody can make you feel good like i do." he continued as he started sucking on your neck, leaving purple marks all over your skin.

"right, princess?"

lets you ride him when he's too lazy to be on top, he also loves the sight of your tits bouncing right in front of his face while your walls are clenching around his dick

@ewitsren 's work, do not translate/repost on other apps and platforms.

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[andreafmn]

I'm Not Afraid - Chapter 1

Word Count: 3,325

Characters: Female Reader Argent Character, Original Male Argent Character, Derek Hale, Allison Argent, Scott McCall, Stiles Stilinski, Isaac Lahey, Lydia Martin, Chris Argent, Jackson Whittemore

Story Description: (Y/N) Argent arrived at Beacon Hills to put to rest her father's sister, Kate Argent. For the first time, her family has decided to settle down and sustain a life in this interesting small town. After 17 years, (Y/N) has the opportunity to establish interpersonal relationships but will she be ready to face the complications that come with relating to her cousin's, Allison, friends; especially, the infamous Derek Hale. She will face the adventure of being associated with the Derek and McCall pack as well as being faced with the discovery of certain aspects of her life she never imagined.

*DISCLAIMER* I do not own in any way Teen Wolf, all credits of the pre-established characters, script, and storyline belong to Jeff Davis and MTV Network. The only thing I own is Argent Reader insert, her immediate family, and her storyline, as well as her effects in the others' storyline.

Chapter: 1/?

Chapter Description: (Y/N) finally arrives at Beacon Hills for the funeral of her aunt and meets a certain wolf to which she feels a special connection.

A/N: Second fandom I'm writing for. I love Teen Wolf so much and the trope of hard Derek but only soft for you makes my heart sing. If you enjoy my writing I’ll also be posting them in AO3 and Wattpad along with other stories (I also hope to start taking requests if ya’ll want) Hope you enjoy and all constructive criticism is encouraged.

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Chapter 1

I hugged the black coat to my body as hard as I could whilst pushing through the sea of press. Our family's last name became quite known after the reports about my aunt, whose burial we were attending. She had allegedly burned down a house with people in it.  She killed them in cold blood. I hugged my grieving uncle and his less grieving wife, then my cousin who had a painful look on her face. I hugged her the longest. She let herself crumble on my arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Even though she was a horrible person she was still our aunt, family.

I took my seat behind Allison when my father, my mother, uncle Chris, and aunt Victoria stood up. Allison didn't lift her head and neither did I. I just tried to comfort her.

"It's been such a long time I don't expect you to call me grandpa." We both looked up to see a white-haired man who resembled the Argent features. "Don't worry about it, just call me Gerard." He hugged both of us, an overpowering aura emanating from his being. When we were engulfed, I looked to the side and saw two boys squatting behind a gravestone. If they were hiding, they were doing a horrible job at it.

"But I prefer Grandpa," Gerard said walking to his seat. I sat back down and drifted off during the whole ceremony. Once it was over, I joined my parents and we drove to our new house. I have a feeling that life here will be very interesting.

That weekend I decided that I had been putting working out off for too long. I changed into comfortable workout clothes and gave food to my dog, Brody. I headed out the door, put my earbuds on, and started to jog. I really didn't know where I was going since it was a new place for me, all I know is that I kept running until I reached the woods. The bad thing about this, I had no idea how to get back home. Even though I knew of this sidetrack and I knew I would be late to get back home, I kept running, needing a release from the mundane feeling of being new in town and having to reunite from our estranged family in a funeral.

I had gained a lot of momentum. God knows how fast I was running at this point that is until I hit something, it almost felt like a wall. When I looked up, I saw a very handsome guy. Spiked hair, green eyes, and slight stubble. If it weren't for the fact that I was already sweaty I would have started to sweat showers of how nervous I was. That is until he opened his mouth.

"Watch where you're going." He growled at me.

"How about you fucking move and not be a prick?" He looked at me with big eyes, probably in surprise, but quickly changed to his menacing look. Who was he trying to fool?

"Well, this is private property, which means that you're trespassing, meaning you should pay more attention to your surroundings."

"I'm sorry but a burnt-down house with almost no walls or roof is barely a property. So, how about you stop being an idiot and I can be on my way." I started to jog once again but he gained my attention once more.

"You're new here, aren't you?" I turned around to face him.

"What's it to you?" He raised his eyebrow.

"I'll take that as a yes." The cockiness oozed out of his pores.

"And why the hell should that matter?"

"Because no one would dare talk to me that way."

"Who would be afraid of a little sour wolf?" He tensed up. "Dude, chill. I'm just kidding. But I doubt anyone would be afraid of Mr...."

"Hale. Derek Hale." He said extending his hand to me. Gee, after screaming at me he wants us to be acquaintances. I thought about not shaking his hand, but I didn't want to be rude. Well, more than I have been already.

"(Y/N). Argent." I shook his hand. Strong grip. Suddenly I felt a rush of déjà vu; I had met him the day before. "Wait, aren't you that guy I accidentally hit with my grocery cart yesterday?"

"Yeah, that really hurt. You hit my ankle. You could've had me limping."

"But you're not, so be grateful I didn't break your ankle." He laughed. "Damn, if I had known how cocky you really were, I would've hit you harder."

"So, you admit that you hit me?"

"Oh yeah, of course, I hit you. Accidentally that is."

"Yeah, yeah."

I looked around trying to find where the hell I had come from but there wasn't even the slightest trail as to where I was to go.

"So, miss (Y/N). Do you even know your way home?"

"No, but I'm sure I can find my way back." Then, he took keys out of his pocket and pointed to his car.

"Come on, I'll drive you around and you just tell me when something seems familiar."

"And why should I go with the guy that almost ripped out my throat for bumping into him? For all I know you could be driving me to my death." I crossed my arms over my chest, and he let out a loud sigh.

"Look, I'm sorry for snapping. But I'm trying to be nice. That doesn't happen very often."

"Alright, Mr. Hale. I'll let you take me home just because you are being nice now, after being a prick, and I'm exhausted."

"See, no one can resist me." I rolled my eyes at his cockiness. Seriously does he buy cans of it on eBay?

"Don't get cocky with me. I can punch the living daylights out of you." He chuckled and started to drive.

We drove for about 20 minutes until I finally recognized the curb that led to my house. Upon arriving at my driveway, I got out of the car and walked to the driver’s side.

"Give me your hand” For some reason, I felt compelled to do so. He took a pen and wrote down a number. "Call me if you ever need a tour of the town."

Three weeks later, I walked inside the school to meet up with Allison. I moved here with my family since dad had some business taking float. Being the new kid in town is never fun. I would know. I switch schools almost every year. The pro and con about this would be not being attached to anyone. Usually, I'm the one who doesn't talk to anyone and is called a freak. A derogatory term given to people who are way too different from others, but a title I wore proudly.

"Oh my gosh, (Y/N)! How have you been?" Allison wrapped her arms around me and hugged me tightly. It was as if she hadn't seen me just three weeks ago.

"Hi, Allison. I've been good, getting acclimated to the new town. You?" You would think that because we were cousins, I would be more affectionate towards her but honestly, I wouldn't see her again for like three more years, so what's the point?

"I'm good. A little rocky at the start of coming here but good." Then, a boy with a buzz cut and one with great brown hair walked by and smiled at Alli. "Ooh, you should come meet my friends. Stiles, Scott!! Come here." The boys turned around with goofy grins on their faces.

"Hey, Allison. Who's this?" Buzzcut kid said.

"This is my cousin, (Y/N). She just moved here from Virginia."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Scott." The one with the great hair said.

"Nice to meet you, I'm Stiles." I shook their hands and smiled.

"Nice to meet you, too, buzzcut." Allison and Scott laughed but Stiles only ran his hand through his hair, suddenly becoming hyperaware of his lack of locks.

"Allison. Who might this sexy lady be?" I rolled my eyes. The last thing I need is a narcissist with a god-complex trying to get close.

"Oh, Jackson, this is my cousin, (Y/N)."

"Hi." He extended his hand and looked me up and down.

"Hi." I smiled sarcastically, and when I didn't extend my hand, he dropped his.

Finally, after standing awkwardly behind Allison whilst her friends talked, the bell rang. Talk about saved by the bell.

"Hey, (Y/N), what's your first class?" I checked my schedule.

"Um, chemistry."

"Oh, good, then you're coming with us to Mr. Harris' class," Scott said pointing towards him and Stiles. I smiled and walked behind them.

Once we got to the classroom everyone turned to me, the ever-present sign of being new in the class evident in the stare of my classmates.

"Um, hi, my name is (Y/N) Argent and I'm new." The teacher, whom I guess is Mr. Harris, turned around to face me.

"Oh, yes, Miss Argent. Welcome. You will be sitting next to Isaac Lahey. Lahey, raise your hand." Once Isaac raised his hand, I noticed he was sat near Stiles and Scott. Two people I was trying to avoid. As I walked past, I accidentally pushed Stiles' book on his lap, startling him, resulting in an awkward descent from his lab stool onto the floor.

"Hi, again. I guess we are gonna see a lot of each other for the rest of the school year." I nodded and he scratched the back of his neck. "So, um, what school did you come from?"

"Lancaster High," I responded whilst writing down what Mr. Harris was writing on the board. Stiles kept trying to talk to me, but I would only give him short, cold answers or just ignore him. That is until Mr. Harris called our attention, that's when he finally got the memo to shut up.

"I'm sorry to bother you, but I just wanted to introduce myself since we're gonna be seated next to each other all year. I'm Isaac."

"I figured." I tried giving him my best smile. The vibe he was giving off seemed like he needed it. "I'm (Y/N)."

"Well, nice to meet you, (Y/N). Now I'll leave you to the class because if I don't I know I'll be failing even more than I am."

"Oh, well, maybe I can tutor you some time. I'm actually really good at science. My mom was a chemist professor once upon a time so I'm bound to understand all this."

"Really?!" His puppy eyes seemed to light up and I nodded. "That would actually be amazing."

"Sure thing. Now let's get back to class."

After Chemistry finished, I put everything in my bag as quickly as possible and sped to my next class, Math. Thankfully, none of Allison's friends shared this class with me but I did share it with Isaac.  I didn't consider him much a friend but more an acquaintance in desperate need of help.

As the day progressed, I noticed the rest of my classes were shared with one or more of Allison's friends. They all tried to strike up a conversation but were quickly discouraged when met with my one-worded or vague answers. Especially, Stiles. He tried especially hard to get answers out of me, only being met with the occasional laugh or stare at his comical occurrences. He seemed like the kind of person you could just open up to. The same could be said about Scott. His shy nature was alluring, and he portrayed himself as a very trustworthy and loyal being.

But I would not allow myself to let them in. My whole being yearned for a real friendship, someone to share nothing and everything; never again.

At lunch, I sat outside and ate my food quietly, a book in front of my face to shield my eyes from the sun the prevalent stares of my peers. After some minutes of appreciated loneliness, the empty table was filled with conversating teenage bodies. I smiled politely but, in my mind, I was cursing them out.

"So, (Y/N), how's your day been?" Allison asked whilst munching on an apple. I swallowed what was left of my bite and answered.

"Fine, thank you." This time no one pressed on after my short answers, finally getting the hint of my disinterest. In the corner of my eye, I saw Isaac sitting under a tree munching on half a sandwich. I excused myself and went to join him, heavily enjoying his tranquil aura.

"Oh, hi, (Y/N)." He smiled sheepishly.

"Hey, Isaac. Is that all you're eating?"

"Yeah. I'm not very hungry." He looked down as if he were ashamed.

"Nonsense! Here," I gave him the other half of my burger and another bag of chips I had in my bag. "You can't tell me you're not hungry. You're a boy in peak development."

"Thanks." He smiled as he continued munching on his food. I put on some music and we continued eating in silence. No conversation required.

The day went on smoother than it started. Classes flew by fairly quickly and the incessant chit-chat seemed to diminish. During last period I was like every other student, anxiously waiting for the bell to signal the end of the school day. When my pleads were answered, I packed the necessary book into my bag and left the rest in my locker, expertly avoiding any more social encounters. Quickly, I made my way to the waiting open car door of my father's car, ignoring Allison's beckoning me t.wards the small group of friends.

"How was your first day, darling?" My father spoke up breaking my attention from the scenery.

"Like any other first day I've had." I smiled. "The towns might change but school is always the same."

Finally at home, we were greeted with the sight of my mother cooking; people were coming over.

"(Y/N), honey, Chris, Victoria, and Allison are coming over tonight. So, go do a quick workout and come back to get ready." I nodded and ran to my room to change into workout clothes.

My routine would normally consist of waking up, working out, go to school for a dreading eight hours, come back home, workout again, do my homework, eat, and go to sleep. I lead a very monotonous life and it had been this way since I could remember. One of my earliest memories was of my father teaching me archery alongside Allison, a great distraction to our always disrupted home life. As I got older, my father started training me in boxing and knife maneuvering. How would these skills help me in life were still a mystery but I felt safe knowing them.

I got changed and decided to take Brody out with me on a quick jog through the woods. "Hey, boy, ready to go?"

He jumped on me which I took as a yes and started for the woods. We ran down the same trail I had been going on for the past three weeks. Mostly, I went down this track in hopes that Derek would make an appearance, and today was not the exception. As the ruins of his house came to view so did his tall figure.

"Trespassing again?"

"It doesn't count if I know the owner." During our greeting, Brody's leash slipped out of my hand and he ran to jump on Derek, leaving slobbering licks on his cheek. "I'm so sorry."

"Don't worry about it." He chuckled and helped me bring him down.

"I guess he likes you, even though he doesn't like anyone but me. Guess you're special."

"Maybe." He grinned.

Out of nowhere, I hit him in the shoulder. "What was that for?!"

"For trying to run me over with your shopping cart two days ago. It was uncalled for."

"No, it was revenge. You hit ME first. In the ankle."

"You're still on with that. Come on, sour wolf. That happened three weeks ago, and it was an accident."

"Whatever. Come on, I'll give you a ride home. It's getting kind of dark." This had also become part of my routine. After "bumping" into Derek he would offer to drop me off at my house, claiming it was for security.

"Okay, we're here. By the way, the offer to show you around town is still up. Just call me whenever." He said as he stopped the car in front of my house.

"Alright, will do, and thanks for the ride, Derek. I'd invite you in, but my family is coming over."

"No worries, maybe another time."

"It's a date. Anyways, thanks again. See you when I see you."

"Okay, goodnight."

"Night." He waited until I entered the house and drove away.

"Munchkin, is that you?" My father screamed from the kitchen.

"Yeah!" I screamed back.

"Okay, well, go take a shower and get ready your uncle will get here soon."

I hurried up the stairs and hopped in the shower letting the hot water stream down my body calming any aching muscle that was palpitating. In my room, I searched through my closet for an acceptable family dinner outfit, deciding a grey sweater and black jeans would be enough. I braided my hair out of my face and went downstairs to help my mother set the table.

After we put the last plate the doorbell rang.

"I'll get it!" I ran to the door and was greeted by my uncle. "Uncle Chris!" I jumped and he hugged me. There was no doubt that he was my favorite family member, his presence was always welcoming. His wife on the other hand was as cold as the winters we spent in New York. She was nice but absolutely scary. "Hi, Aunt Victoria."

"Hello, (Y/N)." I hugged her and said hi to Allison.

"Come in, guys." They walked in and I closed the door behind them.

"So, (Y/N), how have you been?" Uncle Chris asked while stuffing his mouth with mom's famous lasagna.

"I've been good. I mean, moving all the time takes a toll on you at first, but I got used to it. It's easy now to pack it all up once the school year ends."

"Oh, honey, that must be so hard on you," Victoria said. I could not read her tone, her words spoke in sympathetic notes with an underlying melody of sarcasm.  Not knowing what to answer, I bit my lip and nodded.

The whole evening was spent on us catching up and eating, laughing, playing games, but the good times came to an end when the clock hit 9:00 pm. It was stupid to set a curfew, but my mom usually had everyone in bed at this time, 10:30 as of late.

"You better come around the house more often." Uncle Chris demanded and hugged me.

"Yes, sir." I raised my hand to my eyebrow and saluted, as did he.

"Let's go, Chris. And thank you for the lovely dinner, Rebecca," Victoria said linking arms with my uncle and smiling at mom.

"No problem. Come by any time." They talked for a bit more and after they left, I went upstairs to change for bed.

"Momma, I'm gonna go to sleep."

"Okay, honey. Goodnight." I went upstairs, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a ponytail.

Before bed, I made sure everything I would need for the next day was packed into my bag and made sure my alarm was set. I pulled all the throw pillows from my bed and set them aside, then making my way to the window to draw the curtains. Something caught my attention in the backyard, though. My eyes squinted trying to make out the figure in front of me. Blinking the confusion away, I made a double-take and looked back at an empty yard. I laughed to myself as I crept into bed. Why would Derek be in my backyard?

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Taker pt2 - Sukuna

Ah, the smell of freshly baked step-brother kink in the morning -3- the flavor is so good, I like to have it with my morning tea. Femme reader and this is the second and final part for this series(?)

part one

Content warnings: Sukuna big meanie, noncon+dubcon, degradation, a smol bit of praise!, spanking, choking(brief), pseudoincest(duh)

The incident you had with Sukuna was burned into your brain forever. You couldn’t even pass the couch anymore, gaze pointedly turned away from it whenever you were near. Sitting on it with your family was too much, especially when your mother sat in the seat Sukuna had been when he had his cock buried into you.

So, you did what seemed like the right idea: ran away to your grandparents house. It was under the guise of spending time with them and no one questioned it. They welcomed you with open arms, excited and surprised at the sudden visit.

It was nice with them, not having to deal with Sukuna sending you dirty looks when he walked past the lounge room and not having to avoid him in the halls at night when you were trying to use the bathroom or get a glass of water.

But when it came to you and your step brother Sukuna, nothing good lasted long.

“Oh Sukuna, hello!” The front door opened and your grandpa stepped back to reveal Sukuna, bundled up in a hoodie and sweats.

“Hey gramps.” Sauntering into the house with his hands in his pockets, Sukuna smirked widely at your horrified expression. “Hey little sis, ‘m here to take ya home!”

“W-what?” It had only been a week since you’d been gone, and while you had been planning to come home in a few days you weren’t expecting Sukuna to come get you.

“Yeah, you don’t remember texting me last night asking to pick you up today? Dad let me borrow the car, it’s parked out front.” Hooking his thumb behind him, Sukuna dropped the smirk when your grandma came into the room and donned an innocent pout.

“Sukuna, good to see you! Staying out of trouble I hope?”

“Eh, not really.” He shrugged and laughed lightly. Your grandparents didn’t know the half of it. Just a few days ago Yuji texted you that Sukuna had gotten into another fight and stumbled into your empty room dripping blood.

Your grandma laughed easily, patting him on the chest and muttering something about how rowdy young men can be. Glued to your spot, you watched in agony as Sukuna chatted up your grandparents, talking about something that you didn’t quite catch.

“(Y/N), don’t just sit there Sukuna came all this way to get you! Pack your things.” Your grandma caught your eye, brows knitting at seeing you not moving.

“But-” You stammered, trying to say something more diplomatic besides ‘I don’t want to go home with my perverted step brother that bullies me’.

“You need help getting your stuff together? Where’s your room, I’ll help.” Sukuna was already walking past you and toward the bedrooms, and you couldn’t stop him now. Biting your lip, you followed after him and darted into the bedroom you’d been using.

“Not so fast!” You tried to slam the door shut before Sukuna could come in but he was faster than you thought and much stronger than you remembered. His hand caught the door, shoving it open and shoving you back into the room with ease.

“Why’re you here?” You huff, turning your back to him and gathering the clothes you’d left strewn about.

“I came to get my little sister of course!” He said loud enough for your grandparents to hear. He had one eye over his shoulder, checking to see if one of them would come into the room. With the coast clear, Sukuna turned to you and dropped his voice. “I can’t have my little princess avoiding me forever now, can I?”

“It’s only been a week!” The sentence comes out as a whine and you throw your head back, stamping your foot in a huff.

“A week far too long to be apart from you.” With a dark chuckle, Sukuna walked up to you and pushed you on the shoulder, turning you to him. “I won’t let you slip through my fingers that easily.”

“I hate you.” You glared harshly at him and pushed him back.

“Ouch, those words would hurt if you meant them.”

“I do.”

“Nah, I’m sure you’ll be taking them back real soon.” Snatching the clothes out of your hand, Sukuna threw them across the room. “Now hurry up, I’m tired of fucking waiting.”

The drive home was heavy with unspoken tension. Not a word was spoken from either of you, not that Sukuna particularly cared. He had the radio turned up to some blaring punk rock station, mouthing along to some of the songs and humming every so often.

Entering the house, your heart dropped at realizing it was just you two alone again. It was the middle of the work week and both your parents were out, and Yuji had university classes to attend. Only you and Sukuna, who had no school or job to go to, were in the house.

“My room, now.” Shoving you in the back, Sukuna nearly made you fall over.

“Hey!” He forced you up the stairs and to his room at the end of the hallway, knocking you into the closed door a few times as he fumbled to turn the knob.

“Home sweet home.” Sighing happily, Sukuna closed and locked the door behind him. You’d been in Sukuna’s room only once, when he wasn’t home and you had to collect a few things he’d ‘borrowed’ from your room.

There was an electric guitar and amp in the corner next to a desk covered with random papers and old fast food bags. Multiple overlapping posters were hung on the walls of different bands and strange art that Sukuna liked, along with a few gravure models above his bed. The faint smell of cigarettes and body wash clung to the air, making the dark room feel even darker.

“So, tell me why you left me.” Pushing you to the middle of the room, Sukuna walked around you in circles.

“You know why.”

“Mmm, I don’t think I do.” His voice sounded behind you, and in one swift motion he knocked you out at the knees and sent you to the floor. “Try again.”

“You know why!” You shouted at him, attempting to stand but his hands on your shoulders kept you on the ground.

“Try. Again.” Bending down to your line of sight, Sukuna stared at you with widened eyes.

“I don’t know what you want me to say! You fucked me, Sukuna! And- and I didn’t like it!” Immediately his hand was around your throat, constricting your airways and forcing you to sit up straight on your knees to try and breathe.

“Ya say you didn’t like it but then why’d you cum twice? Certainly weren’t saying you didn’t like it when I was fucking you so good. What were the words you said, ‘I love my big brother's cock’?” Tilting his head to the side, Sukuna let out a disappointed hum. “No, there has to be another reason and I think I know what it is.”

Letting you go, Sukuna straightened up and stared down his nose at you, a hollow look in his eyes as he watched you clutch your throat and gasp in air. Sometime during all this, your phone had fallen out onto the floor and Sukuna picked it up.

“You’re screwing around with a little boyfriend, aren’t you?”

“Wh-what? No I’m not.” You choked, lungs still burning.

“You didn’t want your big brother Sukuna to find out you were fucking cheating on him, right?” Waving your phone in front of your face, Sukuna jerked it out of reach when you tried to grab for it.

“Give it back, that’s not true!” You played the game of cat and mouse, desperately trying to get your phone back from him and leave the room. “Sukuna, it’s not true and you know it!”

“Liar.” Tossing your phone onto his bed, Sukuna grabbed your upper arms and forced you to stand. Stumbling back onto his bed he dragged you with him and as soon as he sat down he threw you across his lap.

A short grunt left your mouth as your chest collided with his legs, hands scrambling on the bed to try and drag yourself off. Sukuna kept a tight grip around your middle, yanking your bottoms and panties off in one go.

“Suku-” Your cry was cut off by a hard slap against your ass, hot pain shooting across your body and only getting worse when he landed a hand on your other cheek.

“You fucking bitch. Do you hate me now?” Sukuna huffed, smacking you again and putting more of his weight into it. Your bottom was already stinging and with each smack that landed it only made it worse.

“S-sukuna! Stop, stop-” Tears were easily streaming out of your eyes and dripping into his mattress. Your feet beat against the bed, trying in vain to stop him from hitting you again.

“You’ve already forgotten your training too? Wow princess, I’m fucking disappointed.” Smacking you again, Sukuna yanked your shirt collar up, forcing you to rest on your elbows and look back at him. “What’re you supposed to call me?”

Squeezing your lips together, you shook your head hard. You couldn’t even focus fully on him with all the tears clouding your vision and there wasn’t a hope for you to actually speak either with the way you were hiccuping.

“Say it.” He barked, slapping the back of your thighs this time.

“Ow!”

“Oh so you can speak! What are you supposed to call me?”

“Big- big brother! Big brother, big brother!” Shaking your head harder, you sucked your bottom lip into your mouth, trying to calm your frantic cries.

“Much fucking better.” Letting you fall back onto the bed, Sukuna hit you a few more times in rapid succession. “But it seems you’ve forgotten just who you belong to.” Without warning Sukuna shoved you off his lap and back onto the floor.

Landing on your ass, you yelped loudly and flipped over onto your stomach, the cool air in the room doing nothing for how hot and irritated your skin was now. It hurt and there was no hiding it, your crying the only sound in the room.

“Quit your crying, you dumb baby. I went easy on you, you should feel grateful.” Walking over you, Sukuna dug through his dresser before procuring a large black t-shirt. Holding it up to the light, he smiled and tossed it down to you.

“Wh-what-?” Trembling fingers grabbed the shirt and turned it over, and you blinked hard to clear the tears and look at what was printed on the front.

“Like it? Had it specially made for you.” On the front of the shirt in big, bold white letters were the words ‘big brothers cumslut’. Sukuna didn’t wait for a response, taking in your horrified expression with glee as he stripped himself. “Go ahead, put it on.”

“Big brother…” You whined, coming to stand on your knees and keeping your ass away from your feet. Twisting the shirt in your hands, you couldn’t decide what was worse: the shirt or the fact that Sukuna was barely two feet from you with a hard cock only getting harder with his hand pumping it.

“Don’t keep me waiting.” He warned and walked past you to lay on the bed. Hanging your head, you stood up and whined again, grabbing the edges of your own shirt and lifting it up. “There we go, nice and slow.”

Your body shook as you took your shirt and bra off, cheeks burning when Sukuna let out a low whistle and fisted his cock a few times at the sight of your naked body. Tears wet your lashes again as you slid the new shirt on, the words on it permanently branded your chest.

With a soft mutter, Sukuna pulled you over to him, moving you to straddle him with his cock nestled between your legs. Laying heavy hands on your hips, he pushed your ass flat against his thighs, not caring in the slightest about your pained squirming.

Humiliation clung to you like a second skin as the weight of the shirt settled on your body. Embarrassment burrowed deeply in your brain as the memories of being spanked by your big brother and crying like a baby took up space in your brain. There was already shame hanging over you from being fucked by Sukuna the first time and you thought it couldn’t get any bigger.

But when he maneuvered his cock between the lips of your cunt, pressing it flush against your wet sex without sticking it in and pushing and pulling your hips to grind against him, it increased tenfold.

Your hands slapped down onto his chest, whether you wanted to stop him or get more momentum was unknown even to you. It was deplorable the amount of your slick he was able to build up just by grinding you on his cock.

“You like that, stupid girl?” Sukuna groaned lightly, his lip caught between his teeth as he watched your cunt envelop him, the tip of his cock poking out every so often.

“I-” You struggled to answer. Every slide back brought the pain in your ass back to the forefront of your mind and every slide forward had sparks shooting up your spine at the way your clit rubbed against him.

“See, I just had to be a little mean to you, to teach you a lesson.” Sukuna kept talking, catching your hazy eyes but not really caring if you were listening. “Big brother just had to remind you of a few things, but as long as you’re good he won’t have to do it again.”

“O-okay.” Nodding your heavy head, you sniffled away the remaining tears. “M’sorry, brother.” You weren’t even sure what you were apologizing for, the words just tumbling out of your mouth easily.

“Ooh princess.” Sukuna cooed, pouting his lip and lifting a hand to shake your head by the chin. “I know you are. That’s why you’re gonna make me feel real good to make it up.”

“Mhmm.” Sukunas hand dropped from your chin and grabbed onto your hips again and this time you moved with him. The slow push and pull of your hips picked up when you began to move on your own accord, gliding your cunt across his cock.

Seeing you move on your own, Sukuna let go of your hips and put his hands behind his head, lacing his fingers together and sighing contently. His lip caught between his teeth again watching you grind yourself on him.

“Big brother, I-” The pleasure you were getting from this was mind numbing, the direct stimulation on your clit combined with the hazy fog you were already in from getting spanked making you forget how to do anything except keep moving.

“So good for me, aren’t you.” Sukuna groaned and his arms shook as a jolt went up. “Just like that, keep going.”

“Brother…” All the pleasure you were getting was amazing, but you were growing needy. There was something you still needed, something the clenching of your empty cunt wouldn’t let you ignore.

Lifting yourself up with horribly shaky arms, your eyes were glued to Sukunas cock, glistening with your juices and absolutely rock hard. Stuffing part of the shirt in your mouth so you could see better, you grabbed Sukunas cock and attempted to guide it into your cunt.

“Aht, not so fast princess.” Snatching your hand off of him, Sukuna grabbed both your hands and held them up and away.

“Lemme go- I wanna- want your-” Your attempts at tugging your wrists free was weak and in vain. Sinking back, Sukuna’s cock resumed its previous spot hugged by your cunt.

“Don’t forget you were still a bad girl, you still need to learn your lesson.”

“Meanie.” Pouting down at him, you sloppily jutted your hips forward. The move made Sukuna’s breath hitch and you did it a few more times, rutting against him in a feeble attempt at getting back at him.

“You think you’re doing something but really you’re just gonna make me cum.” Squeezing your wrists one more time, Sukuna let them go and put his hands on your thighs. “And when I cum it’s all over.”

The implication of his words took several long seconds to reach your consciousness. If you wanted to cum, it would have to be this way, and it would have to be before Sukuna came. Slowing down, you tried to angle your hips forward to put more pressure on your clit.

“Don’t slow down now, keep going!” Catching on quickly, Sukuna smacked your thighs and squeezed them, forcing you back to the pace you were at earlier.

“Brother, please!” Digging the tips of your fingers into his chest, you tried to forcibly slow down.

“Quit being such a greedy brat and take what I give you.”

“Gimme- yo-your cock!” Gone was the shame that had clung to you so heavily. Nothing else mattered now except for the achingly empty feeling inside you desperate to be filled by your big brother's cock.

“You have it right here princess.” Sukuna grinned, thrusting his hips up. The sharp movement had your heavy head lolling forward and eyes screwing shut.

“Big brother, fuck.” Your chest heaved greatly as you fought to keep getting air into your lungs. Your shirt was bunched up by your waist, held in place by Sukuna so he could get an uninterrupted look at you humping him.

With renewed vigor you ground your hips against his as fast as you could, zealously chasing the pleasure that you could get from this moment. It had your toes curling and you were absolutely gushing around his cock, making the slide even easier.

A couple sharp, high pitched cries leave your lips just as Sukuna cums at the same time as you. His back arches up off the mattress, a deep groan rumbling from his chest. You don’t stop moving and Sukuna doesn’t let you, making you fuck him through both your orgasms.

Some of his cum catches on the front of your cunt, but most of it splatters across his crotch and lower stomach. Every thrust of your hips seems to push more out, spurting the sticky white fluid out in a disjointed pattern.

When the stupor of his orgasm wears off Sukuna lets you go, lets you fall forward and then to his side in a tired, mushy lump. As he catches his breath he watches your thighs twitch from the aftershocks of your orgasm, the shine of your slick cunt glaringly obvious to him.

Lazily, Sukuna grabs a few tissues of the bedside table and wipes himself clean. He would have had you do it and made you lick him clean, but he couldn’t trust you not to stick his soft cock into you and try to fuck him.

“Hey, princess this isn’t a fucking hotel.” He jerks your shoulder, forcing you to sit up and shake off the light sleep that had dusted across your eyes.

“What’re you doing?” You grumble, steadily growing annoyed as he forces you to your feet and towards the door.

“Good girls get to sleep in my bed, but you’re still on fucking punishment, remember?”

“You’re being mean, s’not fair!” Pushing back against him, you almost make it back onto his bed.

“Get out, you little bitch! Learn to act right and be a good girl.” Wrapping an arm under your breasts, Sukuna hoists you up and drags you out of his room, dumping you unceremoniously out into the hall.

A pitiful whine leaves you, but you gather yourself up and stand in front of him. You don’t even realize you’ve started crying until Sukuna rubs a rough hand across your face and wipes a few tears away.

“Shut up and go put your shit in your room.” You nod, lower lip trembling and sniffling loudly, but make no sign to move. Rolling his eyes, Sukuna slaps the doorframe. “Fine, since you’re being so pathetic, here’s a deal. Are you listening?”

“Y-yes.”

“If you go and put all your shit away you can come and lay down in my bed. Deal?” Crossing his arms over his chest, Sukuna tapped his foot impatiently as he waited for you to answer. “Well, do we have a fucking deal or not?”

“Yes.” Wiping your eyes again, you take a few steps back.

“Yes what?”

“Yes big brother.” There’s a pout on your lips as you say it and Sukuna swipes his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Good girl. Now get going, I don’t wanna have to come and get you again.” Giving your ass a pat and reminding you of the pain in your backside that had been pushed away, Sukuna grinned. With a quick nod you scurried away, feet landing heavy on the stairs as you went to grab your bag.

Man, did Sukuna love having such a good little sister or what?

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